#dewdrop x rain

[rosecoloredmax]

little vampire rain raindrop sketch idk

[viniche]

Wanna some sketchy stuff? They are far not perfect but let them be here

[midnight-moth]

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

[pepperediris]

idk how to draw srry

[st-danger]

Horns. Sensitive horns, starring a ghoul who lovessss to lick things (*cough* dew *cough*) and any other ghoul(s) of your choice mayhaps 👀

Rain is ready to crawl out of his own skin.

Dew is a furnace against him, pressed tightly together in the bunk. Privacy curtain drawn, the engine rumbling, carrying them to the next city. It's late, though Rain isn't particularly sure of the time. He'd turned in early, and had woken up to Dew shoving his way in however many clock cycles after. He hears the quiet drone of conversation from- two of them. He can't hear well enough to parse out who. But they aren't alone, not everyone is asleep, and Dew has a hand in his curls, fingers stroking up and down a short horn. He's aching. Tenting his flannels and huffing stupid, hitching breaths while he grinds against Dew's leg, chasing relief. Any relief at all.

Dew's fingers scratch along the base and Rain's tail goes stiff, pinching in a few points, going comically zig-zag.

"This has you wet," Dew murmurs, pleased. Rain nods. His cheeks feel hot. Shamelessly, he continues to hump forward. "What's it gonna take to get you to shoot?"

Rain could ask for his hand. Ask him to bring him off with his elegant fingers quick and dirty but not so fast it makes a telltale noise to tip off the others. He could ask to jerk himself off while Dew sucks on his neck. He could ask for a few things, with movement limited by space. Things more efficient than rolling his hips into Dew's slim thigh and rubbing his cock on it. Instead,

"Use your mouth," he pleads. Dew hesitates.

"I, uh." Smiles, apologetic for the lack of space. "I'm not flexible enough-"

"Not my cock," Rain corrects, and pulls at Dew's shirt harder. "Horns. Lick my horns." Breathy.

Dewdrop groans, and gives Rain's head a little push forward so he can bury his face into Rain's hair. Scent him there. The inhale is long and slow, tender and feral in one. Dew drags the point of his nose from the base of a horn up to the blunted tip, and presses a kiss there. Rain sucks his lip into his mouth and braces himself for what comes next.

An unnaturally hot tongue repeats the slide and Rains eyes roll back as his hips stutter. Dew hums, repeats, and Rain...

"Stop knockin' the curtain with your tail," Dew whispers, amusement wrapped around his words. "Have some self control."

Licks. Slow lick after slow lick and then the very tip sliding between his lips and Rain loses his breath in a sudden, forceful exhale. Less a choice, more ripped from him.

"Fuck, fuck," Rain swears, louder than he ought to for someone desperate to maintain privacy in a tour bus filled. "That's good." He pries his hands from Dew's shirt, and shoves his flannel down enough to allow his cock to spring out. Easier to find his friction without fabric in the way. More fun to let his dick leak and stain Dew's leg. More satisfying to smear his mess around while he humps.

"Sure sound like it." He sucks where scalp meets horn and Rain's tail switches again. "Got a mind of its own," he notes, and continues to tongue sensitive skin and the more sensitive velvet of his hellish feature.

"Suck on that next," Rain says.

[copiabrainrot]

seasons greetings from raindrop!! my gift(s) to @/aster_adams on twt as part of a secret santa exchange :]

[rosecoloredmax]

ugh

[dewsgremlin]

Ghoul hc

While Rain is a picky eater, Dewdrop is the exact opposite. The fire ghoul is not picky at all when it comes to his food.

That's why Dewdrop always ends up eating the food that Rain doesn't want.

It's so much easier for Rain since no one (mostly sister Imperator and Nihil) comments on his eating habits anymore since his plate is always empty.

[kkaisarion]

rain is everyone's girlfriend, and we love that for him

[taruchiu]

theyre in love your honor (i tried rendering but i'm in a time crunch so heres hurried product of raindrop + some minor redesign of them)

and also heres my submission for raindrop month! [idea from the lovely @alwaysjustmina] posted a day before my birthday :] !!

[st-danger]

May I humbly request some SwissDewTher, or SwissRainxDewTher? Sorry im terminally ill with “everyone gangs up on Dew and he loves it” disease.

He's easy to hold. To restrain. And maybe that's part of the satisfaction, that he's easy to manipulate and maneuver the way they see fit in the moment, and even if he struggles- it's just because he likes when the hands tighten further. He has no illusions about actually being able to get free. He doesn't always want to find himself in this position, enjoys getting a hand around Rain's throat or a hand inside Aether, but when it happens this way, all clothes and choice stripped from him, allowed only to take what they want to give... how could he complain?

He finds a way.

Arms held behind his back, wrists enveloped in Swiss's strong hands, legs spread and held by Rain and Aether, he wriggles ineffectively and shoves his hips rudely upwards. He has been touched, kissed, and caressed everywhere but where he is the reddest and most sensitive.

"C'mon," he groans. The pointless thrusts make his cock bounce, desperate for attention. "Touch it, please."

"You're a slave to this thing," Aether says, and reaches for it. Dew tenses in anticipation, and yelps when all he gets is a cruel flick on the head. Tries to jerk away protectively, but with his legs held, it affords his hips little movement. It looks funny, at least to Swiss and Rain who chuckle audibly. Dew pulls on his arms and moans again when Swiss’s grip tightens. If he's lucky, if he really tries to fight, he might get gentle bruising.

"It's really hard," Rain says, letting a hand smooth up his skinny thigh, feeling the way his quad is pulled tight from his tension.

"I'm really hard," Dew corrects. Behind him, Swiss hips hitch forward to press his erection against Dew's lower back, hot and insistent.

"It's hard," Rain says, and scrapes blunt nails across the soft skin when he pulls his hand back. "You're a toy."

Oh, Dew's going to combust one of these days.

"If I'm a toy," he grits out, and can't help from shamelessly humping the air, "then fuckin' play with me."

Aether reaches out with a single finger and Dew freezes, already for another painful flick, but what he gets is worse; a tender pad rubbing the frenulum, and his cock wagging to and fro with every shock of pleasure the motion pulls. His eyebrows are knit together, mouth hanging open while his breath comes harsher and harsher.

"Please, please, make me cum-"

"It," Swiss corrects, and Dew shudders, screwing his eyes shut again, little toes curling in. The objectification is a sick little thrill, and the way his balls go tight, nobody misses it.

"Make it cum," Dew relents, nodding, unable to look anymore. "Make my dick cum."

Rain's fingers are tweaking a nipple, an act he has no warning for with his eyes shut. He hisses, and wriggles, and feels slightly insane.

"I need it hard," Rain says, pinching and tugging so sweetly, in a way that reminds Dew horribly of the motion you'd use to milk a cow. It's nothing he can examine to closely for fear of losing it for real. "I can't sit on something limp."

"Don't worry," Aether says, and grasps him for the first time tonight, and Dew's hips stutter. Something bleeds from Aether's warm hand, something tingly, something unmistakably magick-

"Oh no," Dew says softly.

"I'll be hard as long as you need it," Aether assures him, withdrawing his hand and letting Dew shiver underneath the quintessence forced into him.

Rain is shucking his pants immediately.

Swiss nuzzles into the crook of his neck, places a soft kiss to the lobe of his ear.

"Me next," he says, and punctuates the statement with a lick up the shell of his ear. "And I'll hold him down for you after," he says to Aether.

Dew opens his eyes when he hears the cap of the bottle of slick, watches Rain reach between his legs, and listens to the sigh when he presses a long finger into his hole in one slow go.

"Get yourself ready for me, baby," Dew says, fighting the sudden urge he has to pass out.

With a wet sound, Rain fucks himself and stares right into his eyes.

"It," he murmurs. "I'm getting ready for your cock."

"We'll remind you as often as you need," Swiss says.