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itstimetoghoul ¡ 7 months ago
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i am BEGGING for overly lewd swiss n flustered rain 🤲
anon thank you waiting on me for this OTL
I had Swiss lick suggestively thru Rains pants because whats more lewd than clothed heavy petting(licking)??
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noahl-art ¡ 2 months ago
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Ghostober - Day 14
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Swiss loves to take it slow and sweet with Rain, because his princess deserves it 🥰
FULL VERSION HERE!
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nastylittleghouls ¡ 4 months ago
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Rain: I know you can climb faster than me Swiss: So what if I can? Rain: Why do you always let me win? Dewdrop: *rolls eyes* Because you like winning Rain: *turns to Swiss* Be honest, what do you get out of it? Swiss: I get to see you smile after winning! Rain: *turns to Aether* He's staring at my ass Aether: *nods* He's staring at your ass
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miasmaghoul ¡ 5 months ago
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Considering the idea of quintessence ghouls being able to make themselves invisible. They can just sort of...shimmer out of view if they focus their power enough. Like how Swiss can melt into shadow, quintessence ghouls can bend and fold light to vanish themselves. Not an ability they make common knowledge, of course, but they all use it in different ways.
Imagine Omega, always at Terzo's side even when he can't be seen. A protector, a stalwart and silent companion devoted to keeping his beloved Papa safe from any who would dare to threaten. It makes them think that Terzo has power beyond what any Papa has had before - how else could you explain someone being thrown across a room with no more than a wave of his gloved hand? It's exhausting for Omega, requires a bit of a recovery period, but that's alright. Terzo cares for him in the aftermath every time, just as devoted to his ghoul as Omega is to his Papa. The only other person who knows of this skill is Sister Imperator, and Omega likes to keep it that way.
Imagine Aether, learning the same trick from his mentor but using it more to keep himself sane. It's not something he does frequently, he finds it incredibly draining and has too many responsibilities to make it a common occurrence. But some days the abbey is just too loud, and there's nowhere for him to go without being pestered by siblings, clergy members and anyone else who's decided they need his attention. So he just...disappears for a while. He could be sitting on the couch plain as day and no one would be the wiser. It's incredibly freeing, on the rare occasion he puts it to use. He does it even less post-retirement, most of his magickal resources poured into healing others, but once in a while he'll still indulge. Sneak off to the library for a quiet cup of tea and dissappear between the stacks for a bit. Copia, Dew and Aeon always know where to find him, though - but they don't go searching. They all know that, if Aether needs isolation, there is no reason to interrupt.
Aeon, though, is a different breed of quint.
Curious as a kitten and with more power than he knows what to do with, he frequently uses his invisibility for more nefarious purposes. Sneaks into the human wing for panty raids, scours the kitchens when he gets too high but has already hit his snack quota, even wanders into the parts of the abbey that are off-limits to everyone but the higher-ups.
His favorite thing, though, is his ability to be a nasty little freak with no one being the wiser. It makes him the worst sort of voyeur, sneaky and with no regard for privacy. He peeps on everyone, through cracked doorframes, keyholes and open windows, in plain sight but still unseen.
One day, mid-afternoon, he hears a familiar series of soft but drawn out moans. Aeon cloaks himself immediately, already chubbing up and giving himself a shameless grope. It's not like anyone can see, after all. He pads down the hall to find Rain's door halfway open, those lovely sounds pouring through the gap. It's accompanied by what can only be called a rhythmic squelching sound, and Aeon licks his lips as he peeks around the doorframe.
Where he finds Rain, knelt in front of the ornate floor-length mirror that lives by his closet, naked as the day he was summoned and flushed right down his pale chest. He moves like water, spread thighs tensing and relaxing as he rides what Aeon recognizes as one of Swiss' preferred dildos. Rain has his tail wrapped around the base, hands free to explore every inch of himself. He's beautiful always, but like this - admiring his own reflection while pinching his lovely pink nipples, elegant fingers tracing the lines of his own throat, sliding down to give his cock slow pulls that have him leaking a puddle onto the hardwood floor - Rain isn't just beautiful. He's lust itself, sin incarnate, and Aeon has to get closer.
He leans just inside the door, in a warm patch of sunlight that paints Rain in golden hues. Hard as a rock and pulsing in his boxers, Aeon presses the heel of his hand to his crotch and starts to hump. Matches the rolls of his hips to Rain's slow bounces, picturing his own cock sliding into that slick hole and biting his lip when a soft moan threatens to escape. He may be unseen, but he can certainly still be heard.
Rain's clearly been at this for a while, judging by the sweat glistening along his brow and making his luscious curls stick to the back of his neck, and soon enough he starts to bounce faster. Little punched out grunts fill the air, the slick sound of his hand and hole making Aeon's balls ache, and he feels himself drool down his chin when Rain gasps. Leans back on one hand so he can sink down fully onto that thick toy, getting it deep inside, just where he needs it. He's panting, hand flying over his cock, and Aeon has to lean harder against the wall lest his own knees give out.
With a half dozen more tugs, Rain's mouth drops open and they both watch him squirt his load all over that shiny surface. Aeon's right there with him, biting his knuckles until he tastes iron as he soaks a stain into his undies. He shivers through it, eyes crossing, cussing to himself when he watches Rain reach out to drag two fingers through the mess he made. With a soft chuckle he licks it up, sighing happily, and Aeon lets his eyes slip shut while he catches his breath.
"Want a taste?"
Aeon's eyes shoot open, jaw going tense, and in slow motion he watches the shadows in the corner by the window coalesce into something solid.
Swiss leisurely strides over to the mirror, the bulge in his jeans incredibly obvious, and takes hold of Rain's wrist. Laps up the last drops dribbling down his fingers as Rain leans in to nuzzle at his straining cock. Swiss' rusty purr kicks up as he sinks his own fingers into Rain's hair, scratching at his sweaty nape.
"Did such a good job, angelfish," Swiss lilts, Rain's tail giving a happy little swish as it unwinds from the dildo still inside him. "You just love bein' watched, huh?"
Rain hums his agreement, lazily mouthing at the thick outline of Swiss through his pants. Wraps an arm around his thigh so he can really rub his face all over it. Aeon heaves a silent sigh of relief; as much as he would love to watch Rain swallow Swiss down, he's all sticky in his shorts and getting less and less comfy as the moments pass. He straightens up, lets the debaucherous sight of the pair of them burn itself into his brain, and finally tiptoes back towards the hall.
"Leaving so soon?"
Aeon freezes, whole body flushing hot and cold at Swiss' words. It takes him a thousand years to look back over his shoulder, and he finds golden eyes sparkling with intent fixed on his invisible form. Aeon gawps at him, and Swiss grins. Rain doesn't seem bothered in the slightest, dragging his tongue up Swiss' fly.
"You're not as slick as you think, kid," Swiss chuckles, dark and with just enough of an edge to give Aeon goosebumps. Rain giggles, crooks a finger at his hidden form, and Aeon whimpers.
"Who else knows?" His voice cracks when he asks, and Swiss barks out a laugh.
"Lock the door and get over here," Swiss orders him in lieu of an answer, "but I don't want to see you until that cute little dick is nice and hard again."
Oh, he's in so much trouble.
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forlorn-crows ¡ 11 months ago
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Crow my love will you pretty please tell me all about how Rain fucks Swiss' mouth the night Swiss kneels for him on stage? <3
i cant stop thinking about it. swiss was made to kneel for rain, i think. made to let rain tower over him and fuck his face 'til he's dazed and bleary-eyed. but he's gotta be smug about it too, right?
in a crazy turn of events, rain is cis for once. i know, i can't believe it either. crow writing rain with dick and balls? unheard of. and yet, here we are. mainly bc i am unwell about the idea of rain having a knot.
anyway. woe facefucking w/tiny mention of oral knotting be upon ye. this ones also for @askingforthesun >:)
EDIT: now w/a companion art piece by the wonderful @floating-goblin-art❤️
“Just like that,” Rain groans, pulling Swiss closer by the hair until his nose nudges the little nest of curls at the base of his cock. “Yeah, take it all.”
Swiss hums around him, sending a shiver up his spine. Still smirking despite a mouthful of cock and water ghoul slick coating his throat. 
It’s unfair, really. But it turns Rain on like no other. Confidence and desire cutting him deep through that hazel-eyed gaze. Swiss’ throat milking him for all he’s got while he grabs at Rain’s perky ass. And the noises. Lucifer, the noises he makes, all of them rumbling through his core. Straight-up sinful.
Rain loves every minute that Swiss spends kneeling for him.
“Bet you hmpf wanted to do this on stage. Get my cock out for all those people. Show them how feral you can really be, huh?” Swiss’ eyes flutter when Rain grips his locs tighter, but he holds steady. Humming an affirmative and muffled uh huh while tonguing along the underside of his length. Pushing his lips flush to his groin and swallowing hard.
Rain swears and tosses his head back, knees going a little weak. “Lucifer, your mouth . . .” 
Swiss pulls off with a pop, wiping the drool from his chin and stroking him with a coy look. Fangs out and far too handsome for his own good.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you, you dirty voyeur.” He gives a lick to Rain’s dripping tip, flat over the slit like he’s tasting a popsicle. And again, squeezing from base to tip so milky-white pre dribbles onto his tongue. Rain’s eyes roll back against his will, tingling right down to his toes at the sight of his own slick pooling in Swiss’ mouth. 
The multi ghoul swallows, licking his lips. “You’re so easy, rainbow,” he chides. “Get’cha wobbly over a few strokes.”
“Shut up,” Rain bites back. But it's a token protest, given how his fingers start loosening their grip on Swiss’ locs the longer he pumps his fist. 
He snorts. “You like my dirty mouth,” he says, pitching his voice lower on purpose so Rain’s stomach will swoop. “Just as good talking as it is taking, isn’t it?”
He shakes his head, biting back a groan. He regains the grip on his hair and takes a step forward, caging in Swiss’ body between and under his legs, looming over him just enough that he has to put a hand behind him for balance. Rain’s tail snaps behind him, eyes darkening as he brings his gaze back down. Cool and calculating. Swiss challenges it, of course, grinning as he strokes his cock over the long column of his throat.
“Put it back in,” the water ghoul hisses. Control seeping back into his voice, that commanding tone Swiss loves so much. Rain bats his hand away and replaces it with his own, cupping the multi’s chin with the other. Digging his thumb into the side of his jaw until he relents, opening wide and letting his tongue loll out. Ready and waiting to be fed.
“That’s better,” he lilts. “And you say I’m easy.” Rain doesn’t give him space to reply, immediately rubbing the dusky lilac head of his cock over the flat of his tongue, letting his taste buds push the foreskin back and forth a little before sinking back in.  
Swiss gags like he does every time his cock pushes past the back of his throat, muscles trying to force Rain out despite the eager way he takes him down. But he likes the tension, the resistance. Leans into it as he thrusts all the way down to the base with a satisfied sigh. 
Rain looks down his nose at him. Cocking his head when Swiss makes the smallest of noises. “Do you want me to really use you, pretty boy?” he asks, voice sharp and equally as saccharine. “Make you take it until you can’t anymore?”
The multi ghoul’s eyebrows dart up in the middle as a visible wave of arousal runs down his spine. A puff of air rushing out of his nose and color rising to his cheeks. He’s weak for this, and Rain knows it—abuses the fact, really, when it’s time to get his way. 
Swiss is a big ghoul, though; he can take it, masochist that he is. So he hums a sound that means yes, nodding as much as he can with Rain holding his face steady. 
He knows Swiss is hard in his pants without even looking. 
“Good,” he purrs, brushing a stray tear off of his cheek. A bit of softness before he starts thrusting in earnest, aiming to fuck his throat raw. Get his balls slapping against his chin and coated in Swiss’ desperate drool. Inch by wet inch, over and over until Swiss really gives in.
When Rain’s knot inevitably swells some time later, he tells him, reedy, wounded, and oh so desperate, to take it. Not fucking stopping. That’s it—squeeze it. Can’t stop. Lucifer, take it, you have to—all of it, Swiss, all of it.
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tacox ¡ 9 months ago
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divine-misfortune ¡ 10 months ago
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Swiss going up behind Rain, shoving his hands under his shirt and groping his cute tits and pinching his nipples.
Little warning for some gillplay at the end btw
Perky was the first word that came to mind when Rain found his way into the kitchen. The first place his brain went upon laying eyes on him.
Still endearingly disheveled from rolling out of bed, wild curls and all. Swiss tipped his head as he caught a glimpse of the sunflower pattern on the boxers sitting far too low on his hips even with the elastic band folded over itself twice. It seemed it was Mountain's bed he'd stumbled out of. Judging from the plum colored splotches on his collar to the vivid imprint of teeth, Swiss could only assume he'd had a very long and exhausting night with the big guy. Summer brought about a lot of those, earth ghoul heats were really no joke during the hotter months. 
But what truly caught his attention was the tight, and not to mention thin tank top stretched over the little swell of Rain's chest. It had made Swiss set down his morning crossword, abandoning it the second something more interesting crossed his path. Those sweet little buds peeking against the fabric seemed to demand his attention, and Swiss wished he could call himself a better man but he was helpless to absolutely oggle over his tits. If anyone asked he'd blame it on Rain's natural draw, his undeniable siren nature, and definitely not his own weakness to every inch of the water ghoul. 
He tapped the tip of his pencil against paper and sat back in his chair, licking over the back of his teeth as he watched a bleary eyed Rain move around the kitchen without ever moving the hair from his face. For a ghoul who couldn’t help but trip over himself at every opportunity, he somehow managed to move with an odd amount of grace in the most unremarkable of situations. Swiss was almost impressed. 
Chair scraping against the tile Swiss got to his feet, using the excuse of returning an empty mug to the sink to simply exist in Rain's proximity. 
He watched from the doorway as Rain leaned against the countertop, seemingly staring through the toaster as he leaned on his elbows with his tail waving lazily behind him. Swiss bit his lip as he ran his eyes over the back of him, the curve of his spine down to the swell of his ass - somehow still impressively plush despite the oversized boxers. He didn't make it as far as the sink, mug abandoned on an empty section of the counter in order to submit to the magnetic pull he felt towards him. It satiated a part of him to slip his arms around his waist.
Rain chirped curiously, startled slightly from his sleepy trance, but settled into him the second he registered the multi ghoul. Swiss kissed the bare skin of his shoulder with a tuneless hum, nose brushing against a particularly dark bruise. 
He wondered just how long Mountain had spent with his mouth mapping out the well defined planes of Rain's body. He wondered if he'd gotten to taste every inch of him - Mountain was always overzealous with his teeth when he was in a rut, that much was obvious from the few dozen bite marks Swiss could see, he knew there were more hidden beneath the fabric. He wondered if Mountain had bitten for pain or pleasure, or even ownership. 
Swiss took his hips in hand, thumbs wriggling underneath the hem of his shirt to rub against cool skin. He could almost imagine the way Mountain's big hands would have practically enveloped his waist, bet Mountain could've felt his own cock every time he bottomed out. Something knotted in his stomach, nearly groaning out loud at the thought alone. 
He wondered...
The sound that choked itself from the water ghoul was uneven and breathy when he unceremoniously shoved both hands up under his tank top. Gills flaring in surprise as Swiss chuckled, hooking his chin over his shoulder to watch the ribbed fabric stretch over the shape of his fingers kneading into his tits. They were small, mosquito bites in comparison to someone like Cumulus. Not enough fat to even fill his palms but he took them like a proper handful anyways. 
"Pretty thing," he chuffed and thumbed over his pert little nipples. Rain tried not to whimper but a light pinch was enough to draw it out, the noise was more than reward for his bad behavior. "Prettiest fucking water lily." 
"Fuck" Rain squirmed, hands floating awkwardly like he might just grab Swiss to stop him but made no real move to. "Fuck, fuck not so hard - !" 
"They sensitive baby?" His voice lilted and Rain shook his head quickly, dark curls brushing over Swiss' cheek. He tugged lightly at the silver bars threaded through his nipples and felt Rain's knees wobble as he moaned high and feminine. Swiss was grinning. "Oh they are...Mountain was a bit too rough on you huh? Big boy always gets a little heavy handed when he's like this, but we all know you're not as fragile as you pretend to be." 
"Swiss-" he breathed, head hitting his shoulder as it fell back. 
"That's okay sweetheart, just tell me to be gentle." Swiss kissed the hinge of his jaw, still idly fiddling with his piercings. Sighing too close to his gills to have Rain thinking clearly. 
"Please..." his swallow was audible, gulping down his pride. "Please be gentle with me."
“There we go, good boy” he cooed and rucked his tanktop up over his chest. Exposing him to the cool air and anyone who might just happen to waltz into the kitchen, exposing Mountain's handiwork. 
The little pink buds were awfully puffy, the outline of the earth ghoul's maw encircling either one. Swiss traced the divots in his skin and tsked, opting to slowly roll both nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he kissed a line up the side of his neck. 
“Look at them, look how cute they are.” 
Rain's breath hitched, a faint and whispered string of pleas tumbling past his lips when the multi ghoul grazed his gills. 
“See ‘em?” 
“Mhm…” 
“So little in my hands.” 
“Not little…” 
“Oh they're nice and little, perfect.” A little kiss to the delicate membrane on his neck, tongue darting out to tease them open. He was surprised Rain didn't go boneless right there. “Your tits are perfect darling, just like the rest of you.” 
“Fuck - put your tongue in it.” Rain reached back to rest his hand on the back of Swiss’ neck. Less than subtle encouragement. 
Swiss laughed and drew him perfectly flush to his front, molded himself against his back as he latched onto the sensitive slits. He kissed them just as deeply, just as sloppily as he would if he were kissing Rain properly. Warm saliva and a warmer tongue pushed into his gills, likely a white hot sensation if Rain's moan was anything to go off of. 
Another, less harsh tug at his nipples and Rain was really keening, ass pushing back against where Swiss was starting to chub up.  He pulled off of his gills, panting and admiring the sheen of spit left on his neck. 
“Seven hells…You look wrecked already.” 
“Feels good,” Rain’s words were starting to slur. Whether that be from exhaustion or that sweet fuzzy feeling starting to settle into place. 
“Course it does, I always make you feel good.” He nosed into his scent gland, groaning as the smell of moss and salt water flooded over him. He never wanted to leave the comfortable place he found in Rain, his body felt like home. “Satanas below, you're the closest thing to divine to ever waltz its way out of the pits.” 
Rain whined, nearly groaned in embarrassment, flush creeping to the tips of his ears. He always got so shy when Swiss rolled out this particularly cavity inducing brand of praise. 
“Can’t help it…Just love my pretty boy and his pretty tits.”
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ghoul-slime ¡ 1 year ago
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57 and 81 (if you're down for public/semi public!) with Rain and Swiss?
Swiss/Rain with public/semi-public outdoor sex and a little bit of voyeurism fantasy. Still taking prompts!
It’s late, but the weather is still stifling. A hot and miserably humid night playing yet another summer festival. The band had played their set earlier in the evening, and now they were stuck waiting until the trucks were packed and it was time to move on. The rest of the ghouls were crammed into a stuffy backstage tent, impatiently waiting to pack up for the night when Rain gently tugs at Swiss’ arm, insistent that he come with him for a walk, desperate for the possibility of some fresh air.
They’ve been walking for what feels like five minutes before Rain is pulling Swiss into the dark, empty space between two unmanned merch tents situated at the far end of the festival grounds.
Rain is on him in an instant, pawing at his chest and pulling him in to kiss him on the lips. Swiss hums into the kiss and snakes his arms around Rain’s slim waist, bringing him in close and opening his mouth for Rain’s insistent tongue, licking in deep and urgent. 
Swiss goes hard in his pants at the the desperate way Rain is kissing him, the way Rain drags his blunt nails up and down Swiss’ chest, runs his hands up his back and into his hair, the way rain reaches up and tugs Swiss down by the neck to deepen his wet, open-mouthed kisses.
Rain pulls away with a nip to Swiss’ spit-slick lips before dropping unceremoniously to his knees right there in the dirt. He runs his hands up Swiss’ thighs before moving impatiently to his belt, unbuckling it and tugging Swiss pants down, letting them pool around his ankles.
Swiss gasps as Rain nuzzles into his crotch, breathing deep, inhaling the scent of him as he noses his way up Swiss’ hard cock. He mouths his way across the fabric, leaving damp little patches of spit up Swiss’ length before he’s reaching for the elastic of his waistband and tugging his briefs down to join the puddle of his jeans in the dirt.
Swiss laughs breathlessly, threading his fingers into Rain’s sweat-damp curls and tugging ever so gently. “We’re in public you know,” Swiss chuckles, sounding entirely unconcerned. 
Rain whines and licks a wet stripe up the length of Swiss’ dick, wrapping one hand around the base as he gets his lips around the head of him. Swiss can see Rain’s other hand disappear between his own legs, palming himself as he sinks down on Swiss’ cock and hollows his cheeks. 
Swiss closes his eyes and leans his head back as Rain sucks him off. From where they’re hidden away Swiss can hear the jumbled cacophony of the festival, wailing guitars from the main stage and rumbling bass from one of the side stages, the competing sound of the roar of the crowds. All of it fades away as Rain deepthroats him there on his knees in the dirt in the middle of it all.
“If we get caught I’m blaming you,” Swiss laughs again, tugging at Rain’s hair, forcing him down deeper, canting his hips forward and feeling the head of his cock bump the back of Rain’s throat. 
“Mmmm,” Rain hums around him, popping the button of his own jeans and playing with himself through his underwear. 
Oh, he likes that idea, Swiss thinks to himself as he fucks into Rain’s mouth, feeling the way Rain’s jaw stretches around his girth, points his clever tongue and licks into his slit, jacks off the length of his shaft he can’t fit into his pretty mouth.
And then Rain is pulling off of him with a pop, wiping away the drool and pre dribbling down his chin before he lets his own pants drop, tugs his tight little briefs down and turns around, bracing his hands on an empty table and presenting his round little ass to Swiss right there where anyone could walk by and see them. Hear them. Smell them.
“Think you should fuck me,” Rain says, locking eyes with Swiss over his shoulder, arching his back and spreading his knees to give Swiss a view he knows he can never say no to.
“Think so?” Swiss teases, spreading Rain’s cheeks, licking his thumb, and dragging it wet and slick over Rain’s twitching, waiting hole. 
“Yeah,” Rain nods, wavy curls bouncing. “Fuck me right here in the open. Want somebody to hear it. Hear the filthy things you do to me.”
Swiss grins and crowds his way up against Rain’s backside. Even here in the dark he can see the sweat glistening across the small of Rain’s back, the way his damp hair clings to the warm blush at the nape of his neck.
Swiss rests his cock between the cleft of Rain’s pert little ass cheeks and spits. He spreads it around with the palm of his hand, slicking himself up before he’s pushing in, feeling the gut-punched little breaths Rain makes as Swiss sinks in.
“That’s right,” Swiss assures him, “Gonna fuck you. Gonna fuck that sweet little ass right here in the open for everyone to see.”
Rain keens, high pitched and entirely too loud as Swiss snaps his hips, fucking him at a frantic pace, bouncing his hips off of Rain’s tight little ass.
“You want that, baby? Everyone to see you right here taking my cock in the dirt like a good little whore?”
Rain nods, frantically, clenching around Swiss as he pistons in and out of his heated body. He reaches around to fist Rain’s cock, bobbing wet and heavy between his legs, leaking what Swiss doesn’t doubt is a sizable puddle of pre into the dirt between his feet.
“Gonna cum inside you, baby,” Swiss strains out, fucking into Rain faster as his orgasm creeps up on him at the thought of somebody, anybody, walking up on him with his cock buried balls deep inside Rain’s hot body. “You like that? Having me fill you up right here in the open? Gonna walk back with my cum running down your legs for everyone to see?”
Rain cries out as his own orgasm hits him, clenching around Swiss’ cock as Swiss milks every drop out of him, adding to the mess in the dirt at his feet.
Swiss bites down on the juncture between Rain’s shoulder and neck when he cums, tasting the sweat and salt of his skin, stifling his own moans as he finishes deep inside Rain’s body. His breath heaving and heavy as he feels his twitching cock completely spent and slipping out of Rain’s ass with a slick, wet pop. He hears drips of cum and slick leak out from between Rain’s wobbly legs and land in the mess beneath them.
Rain spins himself around, takes Swiss’ fingers, glistening with his own spend, and brings them to his lips, holding Swiss’ gaze as he cleans them with his tongue.
Swiss leans in to kiss what’s left from Rain’s lips when they hear footsteps behind them. Instead Swiss crowds in, covers Rain’s mouth with his hand and presses him back as far as he can into the dark space between the tents. Shielding him. Rain’s eyes go wide as the footsteps draw closer, walking towards them with purpose. 
We’re fucked, Swiss thinks.
“Jesus fucking Christ, there you two are,” comes an irritated voice. It’s Dew.
“We’re ready to go,” Dew motions over his shoulder with his thumb, not even bothering to acknowledge the fact that both Swiss and Rain are standing there with their pants down.
“Could smell you two horny fuckers half way across the grounds,” Dew grins, crossing his arms in front of him. “Papa’s gonna be pissed, you know.” 
Swiss and Rain exchange glances, and then they’re reaching out, pulling him in, tugging Dew’s jacket off, popping the buttons of his jeans and pressing him between them with an indignant squawk.
If they’re going down they might as well take Dew with them.
(Eventually Mountain has to come get them and they all get in trouble.)
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ashthewaterghoul ¡ 3 months ago
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Important To You, Important To Me – A Rulti One Shot
“Swiss.” poke, “Swiss.” poke, “Swiss.” poke, “Swiss.” poke, “Swiss.” poke, “Swiss.” poke, “Swi-“ “What the fuck do you want?” The Multi replied, voice deep and sleep-groggy. “Hi.” Rain said with a very adorable smile. “Hi? You woke me up at,” Swiss batted for his phone, nearly blinding himself with the brightness, “9:30am just to say hi?” “No. I woke you up because I want to go swimming.” Or, Some plotless fluffy Rulti bc why not?
Words: 2.4K
Rating: Gen
Relationships: Rain/Swiss
Tags: Fluff without plot, cuteness aggression, swimming, cuddles, Rain is a princess, The Swummy™️
CW for like a teeny bit of body insecurity talk towards the end but it's only a little and it's all good in the end.
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    Breaks between legs of tours usually go without anything of any note happening. Copia’s pull as Papa also means that he grants his Ghouls time away from their regular jobs within the Ministry. Between rotting in bed and getting up for food, the Ghouls get time for their passions outside of their instruments.
    “Swiss.” Rain stage-whispered, “Swiss, you awake?”
    The Multi let out a comically timed snore that Rain couldn’t help but snigger at.
    “Swiss! Wake up, you lazy bastard!” Rain said at a regular volume. And when the Ghoul still showed no sign of waking, Rain resorted to drastic measures.
    “Swiss.” poke, “Swiss.” poke, “Swiss.” poke, “Swiss.” poke, “Swiss.” poke, “Swiss.” poke, “Swi-“
    “What the fuck do you want?” The Multi replied, voice deep and sleep-groggy.
    “Hi.” Rain said with a very adorable smile.
    “Hi? You woke me up at,” Swiss batted for his phone, nearly blinding himself with the brightness, “9:30am just to say hi?”
    “No. I woke you up because I want to go swimming.”
    “Swimming? Go get Phantom, or Cirrus, or someone. Why me?” Swiss asked, already trying to roll back over to go to sleep again.
    “Ugh.” Rain span around and flopped backwards on top of Swiss.
    “Oof, fuck. Get off me.” Swiss wheezed.
    “Fine.” Rain said but instead of getting off, he spun around so he was lying on top of Swiss, his chin on the Multi’s chest.
    “Why did you have to wake me up?” Swiss asked again.
    “Because everyone else is asleep.” Rain pouted.
    “So, you chose to interrupt my beauty sleep?”
    “You don’t need it, you’re gorgeous.” Rain said with a kiss to Swiss’s chest, “And we haven’t been swimming together in ages.”
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    “What do I get out of this?” Swiss asked, habitually running his hand along the Water Ghoul’s back.
    “You get to spend time with me, of course, your favourite little fish freak.” Rain smiled, sitting up so he was straddling Swiss’ stomach.
    “Please, don’t do that, I need a piss.” Swiss said, moving Rain off him and running into his bathroom.
    “And I need someone to go to the lake with.” Rain shouted after him.
    “You’re a Water Ghoul, you go by yourself plenty.”
    “Yeah, but it gets boring. I like spending time with you all but none of you ever want to go with me.” Rain was pouting properly now.
    Swiss came out of the bathroom and couldn’t stop his heart melting at the sight of a moody-Rain.
    “Fine, I’ll come with you.” Swiss said.
    “Well don’t sound too excited.” Rain mumbled.
    “Hey, come on.” Swiss said, “I want to come with you, I just didn’t appreciate the rude awakening.”
    “Okay.” Rain said with a small smile.
    “Seriously,” Swiss kneeled on the floor in front of Rain and rubbed a hand up and down each arm. “it’s important to you, so it’s important to me.”
    “Really?” Rain asked.
    “I mean it. I do love you, my little fish freak.” Swiss said.
    Rain laughed at the stupid nickname and wrapped his arms around Swiss’ neck in a tight hug.
    “Sorry about waking you.”
    “No, you’re not.”
    Rain smiled, “No, I’m not.”
    In no time they were both down by the lake, towels laid on the grass ready for when they got out, and both Ghouls were in their swim trunks. If they had it their own way, they wouldn’t have them, (Rain for his connection to water, Swiss because it’s Swiss) but neither really felt like encouraging the disciplines of the Clergy when their time off had been so peaceful.
    The weather was perfect, most of the reason why Rain absolutely had to go swimming now and not a moment later. It was warm enough that the swim would be lovely but not too warm that they’d cook in the water, and the sun was out with the sky painted in a lovely spatter of clouds.
    Rain dived into the water with all the grace and elegance you’d expect of a Water Ghoul, barely leaving a splash behind him. Swiss however, wasn’t as attuned to his Water affinity…
    “CANONBALL!” He proclaimed, but Rain had the mind to stay far below the surface of the water, knowing his Multi all too well.
    Rain had always been a deep sea Ghoul. It had taken him a while to adjust to life on land after being summoned, but he still adored the water and still held the lung capacity to reach very far down. His gills fluttered as he pushed himself deeper, and when he reached the bottom, he kept himself there by driving his tail into the bed. He could see Swiss watching him from above, so Rain blew him a kiss and made the bubbles it produced form into a heart as it floated up. It was absolutely cheesy, but neither particularly cared.
    Rain stayed far down, making the plants dance and he became well acquainted with the marine life currently calling this place home. He also liked to make sure none of what was living here were any invasive species, as well as helping any fishy-friends that might be hurt. He was happy to report that nothing was amiss today.
    He was also happy to see Swiss lying flat on his back on the surface. His tail floating around without a care in the world. So, Rain decided the early awakening wasn’t quite enough chaos for his taste.
     He sent a current up to Swiss’ tail and yanked him back down with it, pulling him further and further down until he was right at the bottom with Rain.
    Swiss was patting his chest and neck, trying to tell Rain he couldn’t breathe and swimming back up, but Rain narrowed his eyes. He pulled himself towards Swiss and placed his mouth on his. Using his gills, Rain poured breath into Swiss, and Swiss drank it down. At the slightly less panicked appearance of the Multi, Rain grabbed his hand, pulled his tail up from the lake bed and swam.
    Swimming with a Water Ghoul was different as they could zip around the current with the tiniest kick-off. Their bodies were built for their element, hydrodynamic in every way you could think. Their forearms wider to act as fins, as well as their thicker tails. They obviously had their gills on their neck and ribs, as well as webbing between their fingers and toes. Rain’s eyes were a calming teal and his hair an inky-blue-black to blend in with the depths of water he was used to.
    Swiss found himself struggling to hold on as Rain yanked him around. They seemed to switch directions five-times-a-second and the speed they were going at was mad. This is why Swiss much preferred to watch when it got to this part of Rain’s swims. Not only was this definitely not his cup of tea, but he knew Rain was leaving some hypnotising patterns of ripples behind him that he loved to watch and even photograph at times.
    Rain thankfully slowed down after a while, and let Swiss go. But the Multi knew Rain had one more thing he wanted to do. He wasn’t letting Swiss go for a curtesy as much as it was a necessity. After Swiss was well out of the literal splash zone, Rain dipped back under the water and again went as far down as he could. This time, instead of staying there, he kicked off the bottom and shot back up.
    In a manner not dissimilar to a dolphin at a marine park, Rain broke the surface of the water in arch, curving back on himself and diving back under in a flip you’d expect to see on a calendar, framing the sun behind him.
    Swiss absolutely adored when Rain would do that. Not only did it look spectacular, but the smile on the Water Ghoul’s face made it all worth getting up early for.
    He whooped and cheered as Rain went back under. And patiently waited to see if he was going to do it again or not. When Rain did pop back up, it was just his eyes and sea-glass horns that Swiss could see above the surface.
    “There’s my little alligator.” Swiss smiled, tugging on Rain’s arms and bringing him closer. Rain wiggled so he was essentially sat on Swiss’ lap in the water, their legs and tails tangling beneath them. Rain flashed that adorable smile and held up a blue topaz.
    “For you.” Rain said, “You can add it to your dreads.”
    Swiss’ dreadlocs were adorned with many trinkets. Some were random things he’d found over the years and others were gift from his mates. On a pack movie night not too long after everyone had been summoned, many a comparison was made to Captain Jack Sparrow and his own decorated locs.
    Swiss smiled his widest grin, “Thank you, Rainy. I love it.”
    He took the topaz and wrapped both arms around Rain, drawing him in for a deep kiss that only got deeper as Rain nipped on Swiss’ bottom lip, silently asking for entry which Swiss, of course, granted. Their forked tongues remapped the well-known topography of each other’s mouths and when they did finally break apart, they started laughing like a couple of awkward teenagers.
    It amazed them both that, despite being centuries old, they could make each other’s souls feel even younger than their vessels were.
    They were both content to just float around for a while, Swiss on his back and Rain on his chest like they were two otters. Rain may have fell asleep at one point, with the gentle lapping of the current and Swiss’ heartbeat making for a good lullaby, what he did know was that after a while, Swiss nudged him into alertness in a much kinder way than he had that morning.
    “Glamour on. Siblings are coming.” Swiss said, and Rain huffed as he hid his Ghoulish features away.
    Yes, it was the perfect weather for swimming. Which meant that Siblings not working or in classes also wanted to swim. Rain had half a mind to dig deep down into his soul, rip through his vessel completely and show his true infernal form, one that humans would only describe as a sea monster. Then they would all stay away and the lake would be his and his alone. But he quite liked this vessel and didn’t want to piss off the Clergy. Not today at least.
    The Siblings were always just in the way for whatever Rain wanted out of his swims so he groaned as he rolled off Swiss’ chest and called his powers so the water would gently swell and place them both on the ground. There were no rules against that after all.
    After Rain and Swiss were out, and had their towels, they made their way back inside and back to Swiss’ room.
    “I’m going to shower the lake off me, wanna join?” Swiss asked, placing the topaz safely on his nightstand, just for until he could make a wire cage for it to take residence in his hair.
    “Why would you ever want to shower the lake off you?” Rain said.
    “Because we’re not all Water Ghouls, Tadpole. It’ll stink up my nest.” Swiss laughed.
    “Hey! You always say my scent is the lake.” Rain narrowed his eyes again.
    “Yeah, but that’s different. Anyway, you joining me, or not?” Swiss asked, undressing as he did.
    “More time with you in water. How could I say no?”
    And so the two showered together, helping each other clean and dry off. Rain pilfered through Swiss’ clothes and stole a hoodie and sweatpants he had absolutely no intention of giving back. And Swiss was wearing similar outfit but had a t-shirt on.
    “Wanna watch a movie?” Swiss asked, sitting back on his nest.
    “Yeah, sure. You choose.” Rain said, making sure their still-wet trunks and towels were in the bathroom to make sure no dampness seeped into the old wooden floorboards of the main bedroom.
    Rain could hear the opening score of some sort of superhero movie, but Rain couldn’t focus on which one because Swiss had sat himself up against the headboard, his legs out in front of him, and one arm was back behind him, lightly tracing the carvings in the bedframe. But by putting his arm back, he had let his t-shirt ride up enough so that Rain could clearly see something he loved.
    Swiss’ tummy.
    He wasn’t quite sure when it happened, but Swiss had gained a gorgeous roll of pudge. It looked sexy as hell to Rain, and it felt even better.
    Immediately, Rain snuggled down against Swiss with his head on his stomach. His lanky arms wrapped around his waist and Rain started nuzzling into the Multi’s tummy and natural heat in one go.
    He was instantly comfortable, but it still wasn’t enough. So he nuzzled more, using the tip of his horn to get the t-shirt even more out of the way so he could have more space. Swiss’ happy trail was tickling Rain’s nose and he nuzzled into that too. Above him, Swiss chuckled. He knew none of it was sexual and Rain was happy so he left him to it.
    That was until Rain switched tactics. Just nuzzling wasn’t enough, and Swiss had the audacity not to let Rain crawl into his skin and fuse himself to Swiss’ stomach. So, Rain shifted positions slightly, found a particular spot of skin, and bit down.
    “Satanas!” Swiss said, jolting mostly from shock as Rain wasn’t anywhere near biting hard enough to break the skin or cause any damage, “Warn a Ghoul, fuck.” He laughed.
    “Sorry. I just had to.” Rain said with that adorable smile again, “Love it so much. So comfy and pretty and nice.”
    Rain’s jaws locked around the skin again as Swiss smiled. He didn’t quite know what to make of the weight gain when he first noticed it. He’d never considered himself very conscious of his body, but he couldn’t help how much he’d thought about it. It was Rain and Phantom who helped him see the beauty in it, and Aether had mentioned how it was a good thing. Ghouls and their vessels were a complicated science, but the weight gain signalled that Swiss’ soul was taking to the vessel even more, and that was only a good thing. The body would be fuelled even more by infernal magic, and Swiss would have even longer on the surface.
    He couldn’t help but love it after that. Especially if it meant Rain got to be as happy as he was now, alternating between kneading along his tummy, nuzzling into it, and harmlessly biting it. It was important to Rain, so it was important to Swiss.
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riconas ¡ 1 year ago
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rico i have been dreaming of soft and slow sex, touching for the sake of touching, focusing on all the sensitive spots (base of horns and tail, nipples, tip of the tail, gills or feathers, ears) until they just cant take it anymore. perhaps some rulti ? ♡♡♡♡
anything for you, crow 🧡
tags: gill play, horn play, nipple play, etc, touchy needy ghouls
“That’s nice,” Rain whispers. “Oh, that’s so nice.”
Swiss slides his fingers a little deeper, no more than a fraction of an inch, but it sends a shiver down Rain’s spine. His gills are so sensitive, so tender. He wants Swiss to wreck them.
“Does that hurt?”
“No,” Rain says, far too quickly. “More, please—”
He’s cut off by Swiss licking the base of his horn, tongue warm and wet and firm, and thrusting into him at the same time. Rain’s back bows off the bed.
“You liked that,” Swiss says. Not a question, but a statement.
“It’s so good,” Rain slurs. It feels exquisite. “Do that again, oh—”
The other horn, twice, and another lick from base to tip. This time, Swiss rewards him with a gentler roll of his hips, cock so thick and heavy as he presses into the sweetest places. The same spark of heat burns its way through Rain’s nerve endings, just as fast and twice as intense; he grinds his hips instinctively against the closest object, which happens to be Swiss.
Swiss laughs breathily. “Desperate.”
“Don’t laugh at me,” Rain whines.
“I’m not laughing at you, sweetheart.”
Swiss licks his horn again, takes the tip into his mouth, and sucks hard. Rain keens.
“So sensitive,” Swiss says in awe. He draws his fingers out of Rain’s gills and strokes along their length, tracing each ridge. Rain sucks in a breath.
“Don’t stop,” he begs. “Again. Deeper this time, please.”
Risky, now, asking Swiss for so much. He could really hurt Rain if he’s not careful. Could suffocate him, tear the delicate skin of his gills. Choke him from the inside out.
There’s an idea.
“Choke me,” Rain says, writhing under Swiss’s loving gaze. Every time he shifts, he feels Swiss’s cock where it's buried deep inside him, so big. “And—and do that again, at the same time.”
“Do what again?” Swiss asks patiently.
Rain squeezes his eyes shut. He’s beyond feeling embarrassed, now—beyond shyness, beyond brushing over what he really wants.
“My gills,” he says, too far gone to be eloquent. “And my horns. While you choke me.”
Swiss would do anything for him. Rain knows it, lying there limp as a rag doll. Would go as far as to wrap a hand around Rain’s throat, slide his thumb and middle finger into the gill flaps on either side of his neck, and squeeze hard enough to crush the blood vessels that bring oxygen to his brain.
“Oh, I love you,” Rain gasps, arching up into Swiss’s touch. He physically cannot be any closer. He wants to crawl into Swiss’s skin.
Swiss rubs his gills a little, sliding his fingers along the damp insides, almost like he’s fingerfucking them. It feels—different. Not explicitly pleasurable as a handjob, but so sensitive, so dangerous.
He is so trusting.
When his head starts to spin, that lovely black haze creeping into the edges of his vision, he taps Swiss’s wrist until Swiss retracts his fingers. The lack of stimulation is deafening, but Swiss makes up for it by grinding oh-so-deep into him, bumping right up against his prostate. A fair trade, in Rain’s opinion.
“Was that okay?” Swiss asks, smoothing over Rain’s hair, between his horns.
“I love you,” is all Rain can think to say. More than okay, he means. He wiggles his hips, arches his back to press their chests together. “Will you—touch me?”
Swiss tweaks his nipple, rubs the other. Rolls the bud between his fingers, over and over, pinching and twisting relentlessly. Abuses them, until the pink nubs are stiff and tender, and Rain is a trembling wreck.
“I love these,” he whispers, breath hot in Rain’s ear. “Love your nipples, you have no idea how much I love your nipples.” He drags a fang along the shell of Rain’s ear, and when he reaches the earlobe, nips it between his teeth and tugs playfully. “Squirm for me.”
Then he dips his head and latches on and puts that clever tongue to use, and Rain loses it.
“Fuck me,” he gasps. “Oh, Lucifer, please, Swiss—”
“Please what?”
“—don’t tease,” Rain pleads. “Don’t tease. I’m trying to be good, I swear.”
Swiss rolls his hips, languid and unhurried. “What if I wanna take my time?” He slides his hands to the sides of Rain’s ribs, to the other set of gills there. “Can I touch these?”
“Uh-huh,” Rain says intelligently.
“Rain.”
“Yes! Yes, please do—oh—”
They’re different, the gills on his ribs. Tougher, and deeper. Swiss gets down to the second knuckle before Rain is whining again, chest heaving as his body protests against the intrusion. Swiss can feel every breath against his fingertips, in the swell of Rain’s chest, the shiver as he exhales. Touching the most precious parts of him, and more.
“You’re so lovely,” Swiss tells him. “So lovely, you have no idea.”
“Will you fuck me now?” Rain asks, siren-sweet.
Swiss closes his eyes. It must be so very tempting.
“Little longer,” he breathes. “Does this feel good?” He curls his fingers, hooking them into the ridges of Rain’s gills, and rubs his knuckles along the raised edges.
Rain gasps, grinding his cock into Swiss’s belly. He’s slick, hard. “Yes.”
“This?” Swiss brushes his thumbs over Rain’s nipples again, and leans down to bite his neck, to suck a hickey into the tender skin. He punctuates it with a generous roll of his hips, and Rain shudders, a full body thing, panting like he’s been sprinting through the woods.
“Swiss,” he groans, anguished.
“Does this?” And Swiss wraps his fingers around Rain’s leaking cock, jacks him a couple of times, presses his thumb into the slit.
It’s a miracle Rain doesn't cum right then and there.
“Fuck,” Rain pants, bucking into his hand. “Please. Oh, Satanas—don’t tease, please don’t tease.”
Swiss sits back on his heels, lifting Rain’s hips for a better angle, and grinds into him like that, brow furrowed in concentration. It isn’t the hard fuck Rain was hoping for, but it feels so good he can’t possibly complain. So good, in fact, that he has to wind his tail around his thigh to stop it from thumping the mattress involuntarily, has to grab the tip and squeeze to keep himself present.
“Touch me again,” he begs. “Please touch me again—”
And Swiss slides a wam palm up his stomach, pinches his puffy nipples, fondles his gills until they sting. Rubs Rain’s tail, wound around a trembling thigh; snatches the end and jerks it off like a cock until the spade tip aches with friction. Touches Rain everywhere all at once, fucks him the way he deserves, and Rain finally understands why Swiss made him wait so long.
He doesn’t want this to end.
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iamthecomet ¡ 1 year ago
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Take it or leave it, Swiss sucking on transmasc rains tits after a show?
😌
Hnnngghkjsdahfasdf.
Rain doesn't always let him touch like this. Prefering to take the reins. To boss Swiss around, get him on his knees in the guise of putting him in his place. That's ok--Swiss likes it down there. Likes the view when he's under Rain in any capacity. Loves the way Rain's thighs hug his hips, his face. Loves to watch the muscles in Rain's stomach jolt, clench. Loves how his little tits bounce. The way they shake with the rest of him when Swiss gets him close with his tongue or his thumb pressed tight over his swollen clit. Swiss, truly, will take Rain any way he can get him.
But this? It's a rarity. That Rain let him do this at all feels like a miracle, a gift that Swiss isn't about to squander or think too hard about. Swiss has Rain's shirt open, vest discarded on the dressing room floor. Rain's usually steady fingers are fumbling with the laces on his mask, struggling to pull it off even as Swiss is bullying him backward. Shoving him against the greenroom wall. Rain gives up on the mask, he grips Swiss' collar instead, Pulling him in. Swiss just barely manages to reach up and tug Rain's balaclava down before Rain forces their mouths together. Swiss licks into Rain's mouth, pushing the taste of waxy lipstick into his tongue and Rain lets him. Opening wide, gasping into Swiss' mouth when their tongues press together. Slow, and sloppy and slick. Swiss presses his knee between Rain's thighs, feels the smaller ghoul grind down. Burning hot between his legs already. It's only a matter of time before his slick seeps through, soaks his pants and Swiss' thigh all at once. Swiss pulls back, Rain chases his lips. His face smeared with black paint and lipstick down to his chin. Swiss wipes at it with a thumb but really only manages to smear it around. Rain whines, head tipping back, mask loose but not off. Swiss thinks about helping him. About pulling it off and dragging his fingers through his soft dark curls. About seeing the way Rain's eyes are more black than cerulean. But there are more pressing matters at hand. Mostly, Rain's little tits, pressed tight up against Swiss' shirt. Swiss drags a big hand up Rain's stomach, over his ribs where his gils are glamored away to cup one. Swiss should be able to keep his composure, but Rain is so soft here. Supple, decadent flesh pillowed against his hand. He can't bite back a groan--doesn't even bother to try. Rain answers with a sharp roll of his hips, a whimper. Riding higher on Swiss' thigh so every little grind drags Rain's thigh over the rapidly growing bulge behind Swiss' zipper. There's barely a handful, easily hidden beneath Rain's uniform. The skin on the underside is so soft Swiss can barely think of anything else. He looks down, drags his finger over a dusky nipple and watches the way it pebbles. Rain leans further back into the wall, canting his hips towards Swiss, chasing pleasure on his thigh. Watching Swiss through heavily lidded eyes as Swiss bends to run the flat of his tongue over the other nipple. Rain tastes like sweat. Salt and damp cotton. Swiss sucks the bud into his mouth, scrapes his teeth over it as it hardens on his tongue. The noise Rain makes fills Swiss' brain with static. He rolls Rain's other nipple between his thumb and middle finger. He holds Rain close with his other hand, braced in the delicate arch of Rain's back. "Swiss--ah--I'm--shit--" "You close already, princess?" Swiss asks. Pulling off of Rain's tit with a wet pop. He waits for Rain's little nod, the frantic jolt of his head, before he switches. Pulling the other one into his mouth. Pressing his palm over the spit slicked one, squeezing. Dragging blunt nails and teeth over the sensitive skin while Rain chases his orgasm on Swiss' thigh. He can feel the wetness now. Warm, and sticky, soaking through his uniform pants, conspicuous even on the black fabric. Through the soaked fabric he can feel the hard ridge of Rain's clit dragging over his thigh.
"So fucking pretty." Swiss mumbles, looking up at Rain, watching the way his mouth drops open. Lips spit slick and bitten red. His dark blush is spilling down what little of Rain's skin Swiss can see. "C'mon, Rainy. Give it to me." Swiss' cock aches. But he'll get his later. Will get Rain on his knees to suck him off. Maybe Rain will sit on his face after, let him taste the fruits of his labor. Right now, he can't focus on that. He can't think beyond the fuzz in his brain, and the way Rain trembles against him. Breath punching out of him with each grind over Swiss' thigh. The rhythm faltering, thighs tensing. Swiss pinches Rain's nipple between his teeth, rolls it over sharp fangs and Rain is gone. Head bouncing off of the wall with force that makes Swiss glad he's still wearing his mask. A high pitched whine breaking through his clenching teeth that probably everyone backstage can hear. The thought makes Swiss throb. Swiss is loathe to pull off. To button Rain's shirt up, to cover him up. There's no hiding his wet thigh--he doesn't want to. Knows he reeks of Rain and he likes that just fine too. Rain sags against him as Swiss rights his clothing, does all his buttons up for him as Rain's fingers remain limp at his sides, narrow chest still heaving. "Not done with you yet," Swiss promises. Rain bumps his mask against Swiss', fake horns knocking into each other. "Good."
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noahl-art ¡ 9 months ago
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oohhh!! what about rulti for C3 <33
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Pepper your siren with kisses ❤️✨️
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nastylittleghouls ¡ 2 months ago
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*Rain and Swiss are skipping stones on the abbey's lake*
Rain: It's such a beautiful evening, isn't it?
Swiss: *smiling* It truly is.
Swiss: *whispering to himself as his next stone skips especially far* Take that you fucking lake
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miasmaghoul ¡ 5 months ago
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(horny and embarrassed about it)
miasma i read your hornplay fic and now it has me in a chokehold (i wish i could write as well as you do cause i NEED to see this)
but might i request - trans!mountain literally just riding his clit on rain's horns. makin a mess on em. idk just MOUNTAIN RIDING HIS CLIT ON RAIN'S HORNS
Rain's horns do make excellent grinders. Smooth like sea glass, curled back and decorated with subtle ridges, they aren't as sensitive as some of the others might be. But that doesn't mean he'll ever say no when someone starts grazing their fingers along them and whispering in his ear about how much they'd like to give one a ride.
Mountain hadn't even considered it until he overheard Cumulus and Aurora gossiping one morning. He'd been in the hall, empty coffee mug in hand on his way for a refill, and as they giggled about sharing Aether's horns the night before all Mountain could picture was Rain.
He'd stumbled into Rain's bedroom without so much as knocking, wide eyed and hopeful, and not even the sight of a bound and gagged Swiss bouncing in Rain's lap had dissuaded him. He'd blurted his sudden need with a thick tongue and tense thighs, and the silence that fell was so thick it stole his breath away.
Thankfully, Rain had been in a giving mood.
It was a bit awkward to arrange, but now that they're here Mountain can't believe it took him so long to think of this. Rain has certainly spent plenty of time playing with his antlers, stroking the velvety length of them until Mountain was a hopeless mess, but this...this is different.
Rain's laying on his back now, casual as ever, Swiss still impaled on his cock and struggling to stay balanced. Not that he's complaining - Swiss likes to fight, after all. Mountain's knelt at Rain's head, legs spread wide and half-leaning against the headboard, one hand gripping the mattress for dear life and the other between his thighs. Spreading his cunt so slick lips hug the surface of Rain's horn and leave a sticky trail behind. Mountain can't stop watching his clit throb as it drags over another ridge, stomach jumping with every brush.
"You're drooling," Rain informs him, deeply amused, and Mountain nods. Talking is too much to expect from him right now.
Rain's hands have been resting on Swiss' thighs, thumbs teasing around the other ghoul's folds in the most torturous way, and Swiss makes a truly devastated sound when Rain pulls one away. Rain doesn't even acknowledge it, and judging by the way Swiss' whole being shudders thats sort of the point. Mountain doesn't know or care. He just knows that those long, elegant fingers are trailing up his own stomach now, drifting through sweat-matted hair and caressing the gentle swell of his chest.
"I can help with that."
Two of those skilled digits press themselves into his mouth, Mountain goes stiff, and when he soaks Rain's hair with his release it's all he can do to stay upright.
"Don't stop now," Rain taunts, fucking Mountain's mouth through his inelegant gurgling, and Mountain couldn't keep his hips from rolling even if he wanted to. "Make me happy and I'll give you a turn when I'm done with this one."
Rain punctuates his statement with one sharp jab of his hips, and the way Swiss howls behind his gag is enough to make Mountain's cunt clench.
"Yes, Sir," he slurs, tongue laving at Rain's fingers, and as he watches Swiss' tears start to fall Mountain can't wait for his turn.
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forlorn-crows ¡ 2 months ago
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𝒌𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 / 𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 31: 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚*
pairing(s): cirrus/cumulus, rain/swiss (background) words: 1298
*little sprinkle of humiliation, a little sprinkle of public sex for this one
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Cirrus counts the taps on the inside of her knee: one, two, three, four . . . on the fifth, Cumulus gives her a squeeze. It sends an unnecessary zing up her thigh, sensation of the other ghoulette’s fingers on her bare leg heightened from a few glasses of wine. The air is already stuffy enough in the back corner of the bar, some well-loved, dark, yet far too posh thing in the middle of downtown Somewhere. Cirrus doesn’t remember where. All she knows is she had to get out of that hotel and actually relax a little. 
Cumulus never misses an opportunity to dress up, and Rain never misses the chance to get a fancy little cocktail while being Swiss’ arm candy for the night. They make a good little group.
Cumulus, though, is decidedly not being good. And Cirrus is regretting her decision to wear a skirt. 
“And then he called me Ryan,” Rain continues, rolling his eyes. He flips an elegant hand in annoyance. “As if I look like a Ryan. Spelled it out for him, too. ‘Like a raincloud,’ because he gave me a weird look the first time I said it.”
“The audacity,” Swiss empathizes teasingly. 
Rain just sighs. “He was abysmally straight. Had to be; no man ever gets my name wrong.” 
“A straight guy working at a Starbucks? Is that even possible?” Cumulus chirps. Her hand inches towards the hem of Cirrus’ skirt, and she nearly drops her pita chip back into the artichoke dip. 
Swiss snorts. “That’s what I said.”
Cirrus clears her throat. “What was his name?” She rescues her bite and plops it into her mouth, doing her best to ignore the hand on her thigh and the rising heat on her face. Cirrus is not someone who normally touches in public. Cumulus knows this. And Cumulus uses this to her advantage now and again, when she’s feeling particularly frisky. When she feels like flustering Cirrus to high hell. 
“George.” Rain scrunches his nose. An amused groan rings out across the group. The water ghoul nods in an over-animated way, stirring his bright green drink with its tiny black straw. “I. Know,” he lilts. “Probably has a brother named Paul, and a best friend named Brandon, or another choice of the five different boring names humans pick for their baby boys.” 
Cumulus giggles. Her hand rubs up and down on the inside of Cirrus’ thigh. She takes another sip of her wine, hoping her side eye will make her stop. All she’s met with is an expectant raise of her eyebrows, and still, she squeezes her under the table. Even dares to pull her legs further apart.
Lus, she hisses mentally.
What? she replies, all fake innocence. Another squeeze, dipping right past the hem of her skirt. Her stomach flips hotly, and she nearly chokes on her drink. 
“Oh, Cir—”
“Fine,” she mouths through a coughing fit. “Just—swallowed wrong.”
Rain gives her a genuinely worried look. “You sure? I could get you some water?” He points his thumb back towards the bar, already getting out of his seat.
Cirrus waves her hands back and forth, finally able to swallow down the last of her sip. “No, no, baby, ‘m fine.” She brushes a tear from her eye.
“Hey now, Rain’s my baby tonight,” Swiss jokes, throwing an arm around said water ghoul. “Aren’t ya?”
“If you keep buying me drinks, I’ll be anything you want.”
Swiss smiles. “You got it, princess,” he growls playfully against his ear. Cirrus doesn’t miss the glance he throws at Cumulus. She throbs out of nowhere, and she can practically feel Cumulus’ delight at the way her face flushes deeper. Her perfect fingers dance even higher before sliding into the place Cirrus’ thighs press together. The air ghoulette clenches her jaw. 
She doesn’t pay attention to the rest of the conversation. Not when Cumulus is touching her like this. She can’t. The wine makes her sensitive, breaks through her normal, even composure. Every little wriggle of her fingers makes her breathless, and her core lights up with arousal without her permission. Clit growing achy between her folds. 
Mercifully, the boys slide out of their side of the booth. To get more drinks, for Swiss to take a smoke break, to fuck in the bathroom, Cirrus doesn’t know. All she can do is sink back into the faux leather upholstery with a throaty whine. 
“Must you do this to me here,” she grits out between glamoured teeth. 
“It’s boring, listening to Rain complain about boys,” Cumulus deflects. 
Her fingers press hard, right where Cirrus has wanted them for the last fifteen minutes. She can’t choke back the noise it wrings from her in time, and if Cumulus’ ears were normal, they’d perk up happily at the sound. Too proud of herself. Cirrus sinks lower in her seat, further into her hand.
Cumulus scootches closer. “Just look so good in that skirt, dovey, I had to touch. And the nice panties? You spoil me, baby.” 
Cirrus attempts to steel her face, sighing through her nose and closing her eyes. “I cannot with you right now.”
Cumulus pets along her clothed cunt with one finger, and, to her dismay, Cirrus can feel slick soak into the fabric when she presses near her entrance. “Seems like you can,” Cumulus trills. She leans in close, pressing her lips to her ear. “Think I can make you cum before they get back?”
Cirrus’ eyes shoot open, widening with disbelief. “What,” she croaks. 
That finger turns into two, rubbing in earnest. “Bar line is pretty long,” Cumulus continues. Her other hand snakes down and pulls Cirrus’ knees even further apart. “Oooh, dovey; maybe they snuck into the bathroom and Swiss is eating Rain out against the wall. Tongue really getting in there.”
“Cumulus,” Cirrus groans, throbbing hard against her fingers. She’s hot down there now, heat no doubt rolling over Cumulus’ hand.
She laughs, beautiful and melodic and predatory. “Wish that were you, don’t you?” she whispers into her ear. “He’d push up this little skirt and pull aside your cute little undies and make you cream on his face.”
Cirrus digs her nails into the worn upholstery. Every time Cumulus’ finger passes over her clit, her thigh twitches and shakes like a damned dog. 
“Or,” she just keeps torturing her, “I could get under the table and do it myself.” 
“Satanas, what is wrong with you?” The sentence doesn’t land the way she intends, morphing into distress instead of distaste. The way the booth curves in front of them, no one would really be able to see what’s going on beneath the table, but Cirrus is sure her face would give everything away, should anyone glance back at their corner. 
“Absolutely nothing,” she says breezily. “Just havin’ a little fun, dovey. Oooh, what does Mountain call you again? His nightingale. So slight and sleek. Did he help you shave again? Can tell you’re so smooth down here. Bet you’d be all shiny if I pulled these away—” Cumulus moves like she’s going to do just that, briefly hooking a finger into one side of the crotch. Before Cirrus can slap her hand away, she’s snapping the elastic and returning to her merciless rubbing. 
It’s too smooth, the way her fingers glide over her, even over the panties. Pleasure really starting to spike. Cirrus jumps when she thinks she sees Rain peek his head over the crowd, but it’s not him.
“So jumpy when you’re flustered, dovey,” Cumulus coos somewhat meanly. Her hand presses harder. “What do you think, you wanna give me a nice pretty orgasm at the table? Or are you gonna drip over the seat if you do?” 
Cirrus wheezes and slides further down in the seat.
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Swiss fell to his knees for Rain. He dropped to the floor in an instant without a lick of hesitation, even if the ground and his kneecaps collide with too much force, he'd do it again. A thousand times, he'd fall before him.
He looks up to him, searching for it in those sparkling blue eyes, and holds his breath when Rain finally moves. Fingers trail over his jaw before a cool palm settles against his cheek.
"Say it again." Swiss whispers, pleads. Reaching out with shaking hands to curl his fingers into the hem of his shirt in order to tether himself. To keep Rain there in front of him. His heart races and he wonders if the water ghoul can hear it.
His eyes crease as his lips curl, assurance in one simple expression, and even still Rain sinks to the floor with him - albeit far more gracefully as he kneels. Taking his face in his hands, gently as if he's cradling the world between them.
"I love you, I loved you before I knew you." Rain leans forward, nose brushing over his, foreheads coming to rest together.
It knocks the wind from him a second time. Something warm and somewhat tight making a home in his chest. The words and their sincerity strike deep, carving into his very being.
His eyes slip shut and Rain sighs close to his lips. Swiss thinks he could live like this, existing in a proximity he'd never allowed himself before.
"You're everything to me, Swiss."
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