#swiss/rain

[phantoms-boyfriend]

Which ship does this fit the best? Thinking rain/swiss. Swiss is obviously the fingering one lol

[noahl-art]

Ghostober - Day 14

Swiss loves to take it slow and sweet with Rain, because his princess deserves it 🥰

FULL VERSION HERE!

[itstimetoghoul]

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)??

[nastylittleghouls]

Phantom: *bursts into the room* You two are having sex! Rain: Really? Swiss, why didn't you tell me? I would have put my book down

[miasmaghoul]

Magma I’ve been thinking a lot about pervert phantom (MANY SUCH CASES!!!)

What are we eating voyuerism in this house (I didn’t spell that right I know I didn’t it’s FINE)

Dude he's SUCH a little freak, especially when it comes to watching others. Currently, I am Considering the first time he becomes aware of Rain's tentacle.

Aeon just strolling innocently (lie) down the hall one night, ears perked up to see who he can spy on, and there's a low moaning coming from behind Swiss' door. Moaning, but also mumbles of "please" and "c'mon, just for me?"

Aeon goes creep mode immediately, pressing his ear to the door to figure out who Swiss has in there with him. He's never so noisy on his own, so clearly someone's making him feel like begging. It's easy enough to recognize the following haughty chuckle as Rain, and Aeon's quick to scamper to the water ghoul's own chambers two doors down.

Rain never leaves his door locked (they all have a certain agreement about that), and it's easy enough to for Aeon to fling open a window and skitter across the ancient stone of the abbey like the weird little creature he is. Easy to find one particular ledge that looks right into Swiss' room, the one with the perfect view of his bed.

Upon which currently lies Swiss, half on his back and half propped up with pillows. In his lap sits Rain, the pair of them naked and clearly in the middle of something slow and sensual. Well, at least judging by the puddle of slick Aeon can see pooling around the base of Swiss' (ridiculous, gorgeous, impossibly hard) cock. Rain's fingertips trail up and down the length of it, tapping at the slit to stretch out a thread of pre. Swiss' cock visibly throbs where it sits snuggled between Rain's flushed folds, his tip just kissing the underside of Rain's stiff clit when Rain shifts his angle. Aeon watches Swiss fingers dig into the meat of Rain's thighs, and bites his own lip when Rain rocks his hips.

Luckily for Aeon, Swiss always fucks with a window open, so it's easy to focus on the slippery sounds the pair of them make. He's got one hand in his shorts before they even start talking again, but his own fondling slows when he hears Swiss' next words.

"Please, angelfish?"

The words come out rough, needing than Aeon's ever heard it. Swiss' hands slide upward, until his thumbs sit on either side of that pudgy little dick of his, and Rain wiggles in his lap. Forces some stimulation that makes his head drop back and Swiss' eyes roll. It's what he says next, though, that catches Aeon's interest the most.

"Please let her come out and play?"

The hand in Aeon's shorts goes still at that. Her? Her who? He repositions, winds his tail around an ivy-covered outcropping to lean in even closer. Rain leans down to give Swiss a deep, claiming kiss, and Aeon licks his own lips. Rain's hips rock in a slow back-and-forth, so slick that Swiss' cock shines in the lamplight when Aeon catches a glimpse of it

"It has been a while, hasn't it?" Rain's voice doesn't sound nearly as worn as Swiss', but Aeon isn't surprised. He's never been one to show a lack of composure, at least in Aeon's experience. "I think last time you even popped a knot for her, didn't you?"

Swiss gives him an eager nod, rolling his hips as best he can, and Aeon thinks if his curiosity gets any higher he'll just fling himself through that window and find out who she is for himself.

Luckily, he doesn't have to wait much longer.

"Please, baby, please -"

Rain shushes him, a single finger pressed to Swiss' kiss-bruised lips, and then he's leaning back. Letting Swiss' wet cock slap against his hairy stomach to show off just how swollen and excited his cunt is, and Aeon hones in on the way he spreads himself with two fingers.

"Well, since you asked so nicely..." Rain coos, and Aeon's jaw drops at what happens next.

There's a bump between Rain's clit and his hole that Aeon's never seen before. Thin skin with something dark behind it. Dark and...is it moving? Aeon's hand certainly is, gone back to rubbing himself in his rapidly dampening undies. Rain takes a deep breath, that bump grows larger, and then -

"Holy fuck."

In a gush of fluid that soaks both Swiss and Rain's own thighs, out wriggles what Aeon thinks must be her.

Its a tapered tentacle, deep purple and lined with twin rows of paler suckers along the bottom. It snakes around for a few moments, almost as though it's getting its bearings, but the moment Rain pets it with two long fingers it's quick to wrap around them.

"There she is," Rain hums, letting her suckers kiss his fingers, and Aeon can't believe his eyes when Rain guides her to his cock. Swiss starts to visibly shake, and Rain lets out a quiet chuff. "I think you missed each other."

"Uh-huh," Swiss rasps, chewing his lip. "Fuck I forgot how pretty she is."

"How rude," Rain grins, readjusting himself. Kneeling with his cunt perfectly positioned about Swiss' cock, now wrapped in the twisting length of thay slippery tentacle. "We'll just have to make sure you remember next time, won't we?"

Rain lets his knees splay, swollen lips hugging Swiss' ensnared cock, and when he starts to grind Aeon doesn't know which of them is louder - himself included.

Aeon's quick to throw himself back into Rain's chambers before his orgasm gives him away completely, and he really hopes he didn't see a pair of shining blue eyes catch his own along the way.

He supposes he'll find out soon enough. After all, how is he supposed to pretend he doesn't want to meet her for himself?

Judging by the sounds he can still hear echoing from Swiss' room, any punishment he incurs will be well worth it.

[tinyluvs]

⁺‧₊˚ lazy gillplay 𖤐 swiss&rain ˚₊‧⁺

❥ summary; swiss plays with and shotguns from rain’s gills :))) ❥ warnings; gillplay, smoking, they’re both high, fun happens ❥ authors note; i don’t know if i still like this but anyways :333 ❥ wc; 2.6k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

it’s no secret that rain is gorgeous, terribly angelic considering he’s hellspawn. he knows it, everybody knows it but swiss really knows it as rain sits in his lap, straddling him, his thighs pressing into swiss’ waist. rain’s wearing one of his shirts, slightly oversized on his smaller frame causing the hem to brush over his thighs, just below where his boxers end 

the neckline falls to one side, leaving rain’s gills exposed, ready to be kissed and bitten and swiss cannot wait. rain tilts his head to the side, his gills fluttering gently as they open. his dark curls fall in front of his eyes with gravity as he looks down at the joint between his fingers 

“if you want to do this, i’m going to need a lighter,” rain hums, his eyes flickering up to look at swiss through his long lashes. a smirk pulls at rain’s lips as he catches swiss in one of his favorite acts, staring at him, “or, are you just going to keep staring?”

swiss blinks at rain as he leans in, his hand reaching up to hold swiss’ jaw. he gets close, brushes his lips right over swiss’, a threat of a kiss is all it is as he pulls back when swiss tilts his chin up, trying to chase rain as he leaves but rain holds his jaw a little tighter, “lighter,” he quips, holding his free hand out in the space between them

with an over exaggerated huff, swiss leans to the side, his hand braced on rain’s hip to stop him sliding straight off of his lap. his free hand reaches for his lighter, swiping it from the top of his nightstand, “here,” he continues to huff with a playful roll of his eyes as he drops the lighter into rain’s hand 

rain hums and swoops in for a kiss, the one he stole from swiss a moment ago, “thank you,��� he mumbles against swiss’ lips before sitting back on the multi ghoul’s thighs. swiss straightens, leans back against his headboard and rolls his hips up, trying to get comfortable, “careful,”

as swiss moves, rain bounces lightly in his lap, his ass grinding over swiss’ semi hard cock, which had chubbed up the second rain had sat down on top of him. rain is in no better condition though, his stiff cock tenting in his boxers. neither of them are in any particular rush to do anything about it though

“sorry,” swiss chuckles, not at all sorry as his cock jerks against the swell of rain’s ass. rain knows he’s not sorry, his head shaking a bit as he looks down to his hands, one holding the joint and the other flicking the lighter, there’s a quiet metallic grinding sound as he does it, “light it,”

the water ghoul doesn't very much like being told what to do, so, he rises up onto his knees and then drops his weight back down onto swiss, making the ghoul under him huff out a small, oof, his breath punching out of his lungs but rain grins unapologetically and swiss can’t find it in himself to be mad 

between them, an orange flame burns as rain flicks the lighter to life. the joint hangs from his lips, waggling slightly as he brings the flame closer to scorch the end of the paper. he rolls the joint over the flame, evenly burning the tip all the way around before pulling it away from his lips and tucking it between his fingers 

“ready to see it?” rain asks slowly, tilting his head from one side to the other, a silly display of showing off his gills, as close to a mating dance as he can get. the three little slits on either side of his neck flutter as he breathes, partially hidden by paper thin skin that stretches taut as his head rolls 

swiss’ hand slides up rain’s body, fingers dancing the line of his collarbone and the further upwards, loosely wrapping around the bottom of his neck,  “go on,” swiss whispers, tapping his fingertips over his gills gently. he watches in anticipation as rain brings the joint back to his lips and starts to inhale 

and then, it happens. as rain sucks in his breath, taking the smoke back into his throat and lungs, the smoke starts to spiral gently out between his gills. milky tendrils of smoke curl around swiss’ fingers where they hover mere centimetres away from rain’s skin 

“unholy shit,” swiss whispers, his eyes flickering from rain’s neck, to his face and then back again. he’s never seen anything like it and he needs to see it again, “do it again,”

“c’mere then,” rain whispers back, leaning into swiss until their chests are pressed together. his free hand slides into swiss’ hair, fingers twisting and pulling, guiding swiss head to his neck, “suck,”

swiss makes a little choked sound and his cock fills out fully underneath rain, just the thought of it all getting him hot and bothered, “you’re sure?” he asks

rain hums an, uh huh, his hand holding swiss close to his neck and his other bringing the joint to his lips once more. he inhales, just as he did before and swiss waits 

when the smoke starts to pour out from his gills, rain pulls swiss in, his head tipping back as swiss attaches his lips to his neck, open mouthed and slotting over as much of rain’s gills as he can before he sucks, hard

“fuck,” rain sighs, smoke billowing out of his mouth as he talks. between the smoke trickling out and swiss’ soft lips against his neck, it tickles, in the best way possible. it’s a feeling rain isn’t sure he could ever describe to someone, all he knows is, it feels good 

eventually swiss pulls away from rain’s neck, slumping back against the headboard of his bed. he smiles, all fang, and then blows smoke over rain’s face, watching as the water ghouls eyes flutter shut, his lashes tickling his cheeks 

“like that?” swiss asks, a little breathless. something flickers in his eyes, lust, rain thinks and he would be absolutely right. swiss is looking at him like he’s the only being to ever exist, placed purposely in swiss’ life just for this 

rain leans, taps ash into the little plate on swiss’ nightstand, “exactly like that, feels s’good,” rain mumbles, scratching his blunt nails against swiss’ scalp, “again, please,”

at risk of whining, rain doesn’t ask further. instead, he rolls his hips, slow and languid, lazy in it’s purpose. his ass grinds just right over swiss’ erection, the soft swell of his ass cushioning around swiss 

swiss moans, one of his hands settling on rain’s waist, his thumb rubbing over the front of rain’s hipbone, all the way down over his boxers, conveniently avoiding rain’s cock, even though it twitches with excitement when he gets close 

before rain can continue to smoke, swiss leans in and licks slowly over one side of his neck, tongue dragging over sensitive skin. rain gasps, his breath hitching in his throat as warm wetness coats his skin. the tip of swiss’ tongue glides over his gills, barely dipping underneath the surface but rain moans like he’s done something filthy anyway

“smoke, before it burns out,” swiss hums against his neck, pulling away just enough to swap to the other side. rain nods, almost in time with the beating ache in his cock, while bringing the joint back to his lips 

and so, rain smokes. with each inhale, swiss follows a second later, pulling smoke from between his gills before it can travel to his lungs. in the silence of swiss’ room, rain starts to pant, shallow breaths as he takes a short break from smoking

“swiss,” he whimpers, tapping ash away before it can fall onto swiss’ stomach. the multi ghoul hums and then gets curious. smoke fills his cheeks and instead of letting it mix with the already foggy room, he leans back in 

his lips part gently and then, he blows, pushes the smoke he’s just extracted from rain’s body, right back in. rain chokes, his chest heaves and his fingers sink into swiss’ biceps, trying his best not to burn him with the joint 

“fuh-fuck,” rain grits his teeth, smoke spills from his mouth and his hips stutter, an uneven movement over swiss’ lap that makes both ghouls groan, “please, fuck, please do it again,” 

“entertain me first,” swiss lulls, his body sagging backwards just slightly. slowly, his fingers trail down rain’s jaw until they’re at his chin, fingertips pulling his bottom lip down “open, pretty boy, get them nice and wet for me,”

rain’s jaw drops, his tongue lolling out of his mouth at swiss’ request, never one to deny another ghoul anything. swiss slips his fingers in and then presses down on rain’s tongue, dragging over his tastebuds 

swiss watches rain close his mouth around his fingers, feels rain’s tongue swirling around, figures of eight around the two digits in his mouth. and then painfully slowly, rain slides down, past swiss’ knuckles until he’s gagging, though he will blame that on his mouth being dry

slipping his fingers free of rain’s wet, hot mouth, swiss starts to drag them across his cheeks, inching closer to his neck whilst leaving glistening trails of spit across his skin. carefully his fingers slide over rain’s gills, teasing and threatening to slip beneath the surface 

“do it,” rain whispers, swallowing thickly. he brings the half smoked joint to his lips and that starts a domino effect of things. he inhales, pulling smoke into his throat and as he does, swiss doubles down.

on one side of rain’s neck, he sucks, shotgunning smoke that makes his head fuzzy in all the right ways. on the other side his spit soaked fingers press under the slit in the centre. it’s gentle, tentative, swiss just allowing rain to make room for him and he does, his body submits immediately. swiss’ fingertips dip under the thin skin and into his gills, the slits widening to accommodate him. 

“oh,” rain whines pathetically, his cock spits a steady stream of pre into his boxers, soaking a large wet patch into the front of the fabric, “oh, swiss,” the marijuana swims through his system nicely now, his body feels heavy, leaning further and further against swiss as the drug continues to take it’s hold over him 

the haze is also spreading through swiss now too, so, he takes the joint from rain’s between fingers and presses it between his own lips. swiss inhales hard, fills his cheeks and throat with smoke and then drops the rest of the joint into the ashtray 

swiss is everywhere, all around rain, drowning him, which is ironic since rain can’t drown but right now, it feels like a very real possibility. swiss leans in close and parts his lips over rain’s gills, blowing smoke while his free hand starts to travel down rain’s body. he suddenly feels like doing something about the problem they’re having 

“ah!,” rain cries, tilting his head back to let the smoke being blown through his gills, out. it spirals up and out between his lips. his fingers thread into the back of swiss’ hair and hold him there

rolling his hips, rain starts to grind, desperate little humps of his hips over swiss’ cock. his own cock wags between his thighs, so hard he’s pulling his boxers away from his skin but that, thankfully, gives swiss an easy way in. his warm fingers tease at rain’s wet tip, swirling over his slit until his fingers are sticky

“fuck, you’re so hot, letting me do this to you,” swiss moans, unlatching from rain’s neck for all of a second. his fingers slip out of his gills and then back in, there’s a slick wet squelch as he does it, a sick little display 

“yeah?” rain whines high, his words slipping off into just a sound as swiss, finally, wraps a hand around his cock. swiss slides his fist up and down, lazy and slow, letting rain roll his hips and fuck through his fist as he pleases 

underneath rain’s ass, swiss’ cock jerks and throbs, rain can feel it through the two layers of clothing separating them and swiss, poor swiss, doesn’t have a hand to spare, one at rain’s neck, the other around his cock. so, it’s only right that rain helps him out 

he pushes up onto his knees, just enough to slide one of his own hands underneath him, cupping his palm right over the tent swiss’ cock is making in his pants and then, he sits back down and the response it elicits, is exactly what rain was looking for 

swiss moans loudly, no shame in the way his lips part and the sound he makes bleeds through rain’s gills, vibrating through rain’s throat the same way it does his. his hips buck up, grinding the sticky head of his cock up into rain’s hand. neither of them will last long, too high to even consider holding out as they hump and grind, using each other for all they're worth.

rain’s head starts to feel heavy, his neck not strong enough to keep it from wobbling. he sways left, coaxes swiss’ fingers further past his gills which makes him yelp, his eyes pinching shut as bliss spreads through his body. then, he sways right, presses his neck further into swiss’ mouth and multi ghoul takes his chance. 

the tip of swiss’ tongue flicks at one of rain’s gills and then without hesitation, slips just underneath the thin sensitive skin, “o-oh fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” rain whines, his hips speeding up, the slick sound that happens when his cock slides through swiss’ fist speeds up too

“that’s the plan, c’mon, give it to me,” swiss huffs, tilting his head to graze his fangs over rain’s neck, nibbling and worrying thin skin between them as he works his way down and then back up.  

rain makes a little, ah, ah, ah, sound as everything starts to feel sensitive. the head of cock squeezing through swiss’ fist, sensitive. his gills, whether they’re being fingered open or licked and nibbled, feel sensitive but all on the right side, all of it making his cock pulse, “it’s gonna, i’m gon-, fuck,” rain rambles, tears springing to his eyes “gonna cum,”

swiss smirks, rain feels it against his neck and then he starts to buck up and as rain gently squeezes at his cock, on purpose or because his entire body stiffens as he cums, swiss can’t decide but it forces his orgasm out of him regardless 

“oh fuck,” is the only warning swiss can get out before his cock jerks, shooting his load over the inside of his pants, dripping through the fabric and soaking rain’s palm just as rain’s cock pulses and follows, cum dribbling and erupting from his tip, running in thick steady drips down his length and over swiss’ fist 

a hiss escapes rain when everything becomes too much, prompting swiss to pull away. his fingers and tongue gently slip free from rain, leaving the water ghoul feeling empty, he places a wet kiss at the front of rain’s throat before he slumps though, properly laying back against his headboard while rain pants, a stray tear dripping from his cheek

“we’re so doing that again,” rain mumbles eventually, leaning over to grab at the solitary water bottle on swiss’ nightstand. his mouth and throat are beyond dry, feeling scratchy as he tries to swallow. he sips slowly, half lidded eyes raking over swiss, who smiles lazily at him

“yeah, we are,” he finally agrees with a breathy chuckle. rain smiles when he finishes drinking and then leans forward gently, reaching up to tilt swiss’ chin back enough for him to pour water into his mouth, “right now?” swiss teases after he swallows, waggling his eyebrows at rain, fingers pinching at his waist 

“fuck off,”

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[halexxsam]

The Order of Nature

working on posting my writings from a03 to tumblr as well. Read on a03 here. Divider from @wrathofrats.

summary: The ghoul's heat or rut cycles are based off the changing of the seasons. Copia learns the order of cycles and who helps them out.

words: 1,840

There were many things about the ghouls that either they learned from retired ghouls or from their current pack if they were recently summoned. There was one thing, though, that all the ghouls had to go through, and that was heats or ruts. It was a universal experience for all of them, though it changed slightly based on their element.

Mountain’s rut always came first, his element the first to succumb to the season with his ties to the earth. Being topside, Mountain has only ever experienced ruts, but he knows that past earth ghouls have had heats. His rut came around at the beginning of every new season, with summer hitting him the hardest. 

He would feel it first in his lower back, his hips becoming so warm it rivaled Dew’s normal temperature. It would hit him later, almost as soon as one of his packmates whispered his name close to his ear, a warm blush hitting his cheeks. Mountain was a lover, he liked making his mates feel good, letting them know they were loved and cherished. But when his rut hit, he wanted it hard and fast. Dew was almost always a willing companion, along with Swiss. 

“Oh, Mounty. Season changed already, hm?” Aether purred, coming up behind the taller ghoul to rest a hand on the nape of his neck. 

Mountain leaned into Aether, still aware of himself to know that it wasn’t a dominating hold, but one of support and comfort. He whined low in his throat, enjoying the soft caress of his packmate until his body demanded something rougher. 

“Mm, Aeth…” Mountain whined, turning around to him, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. Aether wrapped his arms around him, bringing his hand to run through his hair. He heard Mountain make a soft noise in response. 

“Come on, big guy. You want your nest?” 

Mountain whined, shuffling his feet, looking at the floor. “Don’t wanna, not yet.” He murmured, “just wanna be here with you.” 

Aether trilled at that, smiling softly. “C’mere sweet boy, let’s lay down for a bit, alright?” 

The two moved into the common room, securing the huge couch. Mountain found his place curled up into Aether’s side, the beginnings of a purr starting up. This was important for Mountain, to be able to be soft with his mates before he changed from his rut. It served as a reminder that he could still be soft. 

Later in the evening, Mountain would start to peel away from Aether, starting to seek out someone to have his rut with. In a few days, he would emerge from his room, tired and sore, and in desperate need of cuddles with his pack. He enjoyed all of them curled around him, but that is until the next ghoul succumbed to their cycle. 

After Mountain, it was a draw between Dew or Rain. On some unlucky occasions, they would both hit at the same time. That was hell week for the ghouls. Much like their elements, the two ghouls had polar opposite cycles. Due to his element change, Dew gained the ability to choose to experience either a heat or a rut, where Rain only experienced heats. 

Most of the time, Dew was hit first, his fire element being rather erratic. By the time Mountain came down from his cycle, all the ghouls could feel the heat rising in the den. Dew’s cycle’s were almost always painful now, a lasting reminder of his change. There were times when his cycle was completely non-sexual, for anything of that matter hurt too much to be worth it. When that happened, Dew would make a huge nest in the common area, enough to fit everybody. He would claim his spot in the middle and by the end of the night, his pack would all trickle in. Aether would always come to him first, crowding the burning ghoul to his side, allowing his quintessence to lessen his pain. 

Dew would whine, his hands coming to wrap around his stomach. Aether would coo, trying his best to kick up a purr to soothe his mate. 

“It’s bad this time, hm, my flame?” He would just get a soft growl in response. 

Rain would find them next, knowing that he could help keep Dew’s temperature down, as well as feeling his cycle come up soon and relishing in the contact. Rain would glue himself to the other side of his fire ghoul, sticking his head under his neck. Rain would chirp every once and a while, enjoying the contact and relaxation. Swiss would follow next, never one to turn down a ghoul pile. He would side up behind Rain, hands wandering all over him, almost like he could never get enough of him. With Swiss came Phantom, along with the girls, Cumulus, Cirrus, and Aurora. 

The girls curled up together towards the end of the nest. Phantom would cuddle into Aether’s side, a content purr starting up. Phantom was still a kit to the ghouls, only a couple hundred years old. He was still coming into things, and he wouldn’t experience a cycle for another few hundred years. His smell was still that of a kit, too, and when Dew’s heat demanded comfort, he was second best to Aether. Something about the smell of a kit relaxed Dew even further, even seeking Phantom out, alone, towards the end of his cycle. 

Though, when Dew’s cycle demanded sex, he wouldn’t want Phantom around, deeming it almost inappropriate to have him involved in something he hadn’t yet to experience himself. Phantom would stay with the girls, Dew preferring the company of Aether and Swiss. Maybe Rain, if the ghoul was feeling up to it. 

Dew would crawl into Aether’s nest in his room, surrounding himself in the scent of his mate, one of the few things that eased his pain. He would try and sleep some, knowing that any attempts during the next few days would be futile. More often than not, Dew chose to have a heat, which would usually trigger Aether’s rut. Swiss would help the pair, being the only one with a clear head. Sometimes he would help sate one of them while the other slept, or he would just be in charge of food and water, even helping them shower or keep clean. 

Dew settles on top of his mate, rocking his hips slowly. Aether grabs his hips, holding him down, fingers digging into his hips, the smell of his mate’s heat getting to him. The two would fall into each other, one of the only times Dew allowed Aether to treat him softly, to draw this out. Surprisingly, Dew didn’t want to be treated rough at all during his heat, regardless of if his pain was particularly high. Maybe part of him enjoyed watching his mate treat him like a flower, or maybe he just liked indulging him. Dew liked seeing his mate smile, especially if it resulted in him purring, feeling good about taking care of his mate. 

Rain’s cycle overlapped with Dew’s, Swiss and Mountain usually taking care of him while Aether was with Dew. Rain’s heats were always a bit intense. The pool ghoul was a shy one, always reserved and quiet, even around his pack. Dew said that some water ghouls are like that, taking comfort in the quiet. During his heat, Rain was very sensitive, physically and emotionally. Swiss and Mountain would find him buried in his nest, snuffling softly. 

“Hi Rainy,” Swiss coos at him, digging him up from his nest, placing the water ghouls head on his lap. Mountain ran his fingers through his hair, gaining a soft chirp from him. The water ghoul crawled closer to them, just trying to get closer to them. 

“Swiss, Mounty,” Rain cried, tears sprouting from his eyes. Their touch alone was very overstimulating. 

“What do you need, hun?” Mountain asked, picking the smaller ghoul up to put him on his lap, the earth ghoul almost encasing him due to his size. 

Rain whined, rocking his hips against Swiss’ leg, causing the multi-ghoul to chuckle. “Want us to make you feel good, baby?” 

“Please,” Rain whined, “touch me.” 

Mountain grabbed Rain by the scruff of his neck, making the ghoul settle down a bit. The ghoul relaxed in his hold, tipping his head back to present his neck, making Mountain growl in response. He smoothed his hands down Rain’s front, stopping to twist his nipples, making the ghoul cry out. 

“Sh, honey. It’s okay,” Swiss said, running his hands on the water ghoul’s thighs. “We know what you need. Let us give it to you.” 

Rain sucked in a breath, letting out a small sound. “Sensitive…m’ sorry,” he whined out. 

“Aw dear, we know. It’s alright. We’ll make it good for you.” Mountain rumbled out, being the first to fall influence to the scent of Rain’s heat. 

They worked their clothes off slowly, Rain lying on his back in his nest, his face flushed and a light sweat breaking over his skin. Swiss sat in-between his legs, mouthing lazily at his clit. His face was soaked with Rain’s slick, the stubble of Swiss beard making Rain go crazy. 

He’d cry and cry, his face soaked with tears as Mountain and Swiss made him feel good, made him shriek and wail as they entered him and abused that sensitive spot within. Rest assured, Rain always came out of his heat a happy ghoul.  

After Rain, it was Swiss who got hit next. Normally, Aether would have his cycle at the same time, but that changed when he mated with Dew. Though, Swiss had an interesting ability because of his shared element status. He could, within reason, delay his cycle if he wanted to. It especially came in handy when touring. 

Swiss enjoyed his rut cycle, and his heat cycle if that's what he chose. The multi ghoul kept the company of anyone of his pack, as he based his cycle off of who was up for it. He almost never shared a cycle with Rain, their cycles too close to sync up. Normally, it was Dew or Cumulus that helped him. Aurora joined in too, but only sometimes. She had just experienced her first cycle last year, making her relatively new to it, yet alone helping out one of her pack mates. 

Cumulus and Cirrus preferred to take care of each other, having Cumulus' heat sync with Cirrus’ rut. Copia would join them, both girls loving the company of their Papa. He would bring them food and water, and offer another layer of protection. 

Copia found their heat and rut cycles to be fascinating. He loved watching them take care of each other, he greatly enjoyed the end of the season when all the ghouls were sated and they piled in the common room for days. Phantom would be waiting for them, waiting to be held by his pack and be surrounded by their scents. Copia still had so much left to learn.

[forlorn-crows]

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

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.

[tacox]

Old drwaing

[divine-misfortune]

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.”

[ashthewaterghoul]

Mushy May Day 24: By The Fire - Swiss/Rain

Prompt list by @forlorn-crows can be found here All my Mushy May will be slightly shorter stories and can also be found on ao3 :) Words - 820

    Swiss and Rain were quite the pair of Ghouls sometimes. Swiss’ often boisterous nature mixed with Rain’s attitude seemed like a recipe for disaster but with each other it seemed to cancel out and they were both as mellow as can be.

    The pack all worked together to build a cabin on a nearby plot of land and they often took trips there when they needed to get away. Rain and Swiss were there now, in the pile of furs on the ground before the fire, keeping them warm and cosy while they basked in the presence of the other.

    Since Swiss was called back to the Ministry mid-tour, Rain often found himself at a loss on stage. The shenanigans he usually pulled with the Multi were now done with thin air or the others, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t his Swiss. That feeling of being lost then carried to the bus, and exploring, and everything else that comes with touring.

    They both needed this time together and they intended to draw it out for as long as they could. They don’t even know how long it’s been since they last moved. A lot of this trip had been them making love and memorising the feel of the other. Rain had just rode Swiss like it was the last time he’d get the chance to and purred as that knot stayed locked deep inside him, occasionally squeezing his inner muscles to draw out the time before it deflated. Even after it did, Swiss stayed inside his beautiful Water Ghoul, needing to feel him as close and as intimately as possible.

    Swiss’ Fire affinity would make sure the log fire stayed burning for as long as they wanted, the warmth and smell filling up the gorgeous A-frame cabin. The woods nearby was where they were hunting for their meals and the lake next to them was where Rain liked swimming and fishing for them both too. Neither had worn a single piece of clothing since they got here and they intended to leave it off until they were to venture back to the Abbey.

    Rain shut his eyes and nuzzled his cheek against Swiss’ bare chest, his purr never stopping for a single moment.

    Swiss’ claws gently raked up and down Rain’s back, being mindful of his gills and dorsal fin, as he stared into the flames with his own purr. He looked down at Rain’s nuzzling and smiled.

    “You tired yet, princess?” Swiss asked softly.

    Rain shook his head and looked up, deep blue eyes sparkling in the darkness.

    “No… Want to go another round already?” He grinned.

    Swiss chuckled as their lips met tenderly for a moment.

    “Not yet. I didn’t know if you were drifting off there.” The Multi said as he brushed Rain’s dark hair away from his horns.

    “Maybe a little. It’s hard not to when I’m all cosy like this, ‘nd hearing your heartbeat.” Rain smiled as he resumed his position against Swiss’ chest.

    “I’ll take that. But we do need to eat, and not just each other.” Swiss added the last part with a raised finger before Rain could suggest it himself.

    The Water Ghoul playfully pouted, “Can I at least be dessert?”

    “What about my midnight snack?” Swiss negotiated.

    “Hmm.” Rain tapped a finger to his chin as he thought about this deal, “How about both?”

    “Both it is.” Swiss acquiesced, and sealed his promise with a kiss to the top of Rain’s head.

    While they had indeed been having inordinate amounts of sex on this little retreat there was definitely more than that to their relationship. They had been checking in on each other’s minds – Swiss talking about how his unexpected dismissal had affected him and Rain spoke about his own feelings with leaving Swiss behind for the upcoming US leg.

    Whatever small shred of a Water affinity Swiss possessed thrived off Rain’s energy, and the Multi always said a thank you to Leviathan in his prayers for Rain being in his life. Rain also loved the connection to that small amount of Water in Swiss’ soul. He had his own way of connecting to Dew’s leftover Water and the elements of the other Water Ghouls around the Abbey, but there was something so unique with Swiss that it often turned into something more addicting than any drug Topside or in the Pits – and the Pits had some extremely strong stuff.

    Rain whined when Swiss had to pull out so they could make some food, but Swiss soon turned that frown upside down when he pulled out the culinary skills he’d picked up to pass the time while most the pack were still on the EU tour.

    And, of course, Swiss more than made up for it all when he did in fact have Rain for dessert, his midnight snack, and maybe even breakfast the next morning too…

[noahl-art]

oohhh!! what about rulti for C3 <33

Pepper your siren with kisses ❤️✨️

[ghoul-slime]

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.)

[nastylittleghouls]

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

[miasmaghoul]

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.

[riconas]

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.