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chapel-of-rizztual · 7 months

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Can we get Dew and New Bugs first time 👀👉👈

This isn’t at all what you asked for but this is what my brain made so enjoy!!

Despite what everyone thought, Dew liked the new ghoul. Sure, he wasn’t Aether, but Dew didn’t think that was a bad thing. He liked how easy the new ghoul was. How desperate for attention he was, how he’d do anything with a simple command, no fighting back. Dew liked how much control he had over him, something he never really had before, he liked how he could do anything to the new ghoul and he didn’t even question it, he’s just happy to be getting the attention he desperately wanted.

Like now, as Dew took control of the kiss, one hand in his stage sweaty and sticky hair, pushing the ghoul backwards into a dingy bathroom backstage, pinning him up against a wall. He was so easy against Dew, letting himself be pushing and pulled wherever Dew wanted. He lets out a moan into the kiss as his back hits the wall behind him, his hands running though Dew’s hair.

Dew’s own hand roam from Phantom’s hair, to his shoulders, down to his waist where he squeezes at his hip, pulling him forward for they can rut their clothed cocks together.

Phantom whimpers as he does, his hips bucking up onto Dew. Dew breaks the kiss with the sloppy sound, a string of saliva connecting their lips.

“Need you. Needed you since you bent backwards like that on stage.” He pants, feeling out of breath already.

Phantom nods, looking at Dew a little like a lost puppy, his pupils blow and lips swollen and shiny with spit.

“Yeah, yeah Dew, anything. Do anything to me.”

He sounds just as out of breath as Dew.

Dew’s cock shouldn’t kick in his pants the way it does at Phantom’s eagerness but it does. Maybe their first time together shouldn’t be in a dingy backstage bathroom, but honestly Dew thinks it’s kinda suits them. It’s desperate and trashy just like the both of them.

Dew shakily starts undoing the buttons on Phantom’s shirt, pointing to his own hoping he gets the idea. He does, and nimble fingers make quick work of undoing Dew’s buttons.

Dew brings their mouths together in another messy kiss, licking into the ghouls mouth. He pulls Phantom’s shirt off his body, letting Phantom do the same for him.

Phantom let’s out a squeak feeling Dew’s warm hands run up his chest, rolling his nipples between two fingers.

Phantom breaks the kiss this time.

“Dew, please. Need you, need more.” His voice breaks on several words and Dew really shouldn’t find that as hot as he does.

“Yeah? I’ve got you, bug. Gunna fuck you so well.”

Phantom keens, high pitched and feminine, his knees bucking underneath him. Dew unfastens the laces on Phantom's jeans, holding him up against the wall with one hand. He dips his hand below the waistband, fingers teasing along the soft Skin of Phantom’s lower belly. His fingers dip lower, feeling something soft and delicate under his touch.

He pulls away to look at Phantom, confusion all over his face.

“Lace?”

Phantom flushes red, avoiding looking directly at Dew.

“Uh, yeah. Lace.”

Dew pushes Phantom’s jeans down to his mid thigh to reveal lace. White lace. Soft looking white lace. His cock was tenting and straining against the flimsy fabric, creating a wet spot making the fabric go see through. Dew could clearly see the ruddy head of his cock through the wet patch. His mouth watered at the sight, the little blood that remained in his brain rushed south, his cock throbbing in his pants .

“Oh.”

“I -uh-I like the way they feel.” Phantom flushes deeper red. “I like how they make me feel. Pretty.” He scratches awkwardly at the back of his head. “Do I-uh- Do I look pretty?”

The way he tilts his head to the side and looks shy, almost scared, like Dew’s going to say no, has his heart melting.

“Fuck, you look so pretty, you have no idea.”

Dew feels his heartbeat in his cock.

Phantom’s ears visibly perk up, his tail flicking against his leg.

“Really?” There’s a shy smile on his face.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck baby, you’re so beautiful.”

Phantom beams at him, a sweet smile full of fangs and duck his head down shyly.

“You really think so?”

Dew rolls his eyes, grabbing Phantom’s hand and pushing the outline of his very hard cock into his hand.

“You really need to ask that?”

Phantom’s eyes go wide and he squeezes at Dew’s cock.

“That’s because of me?”

“All because of you, baby.” Dew pushes into Phantom’s hand with a groan. Before Phantom can say anything Dew’s pulling him off the wall and pushing him onto the direction of the sink. Phantom shuffles, tripping a bit with his jeans still around his knees but he lets Dew move him where he wants. He gets bent over the sink and Dew pulls his jeans down his ankles.

“Spread your legs for me.”

He does as he’s told, spreading his legs as far as he can with his jeans still restricting him.

“Good boy.”

Phantom should whimper the way he does at the slight praise but he does, his cock kicking in the thin lace.

Dew drops to his knees behind him, ignore the way liquid immediately seeps into his jeans. He doesn’t want to think what it could be. He kneads at Phantom’s ass, admiring the way the lace clings to cheeks making his ass look rounder, fuller.

“So pretty.”

Phantom whine, pushing his out into where Dew is touching him.

“Dew, what-what are you doing?”

Dew squeezes at his ass again.

“Shhh.” He presses a line of kisses up his cheek. “Something so pretty deserves to be worshipped properly.” He pulls the lace to the side to reveal Phantom’s hole winking at him.

Phantom let’s out a squeak feeling something warm and wet running from his taint to hole on one long stroke.

“Oh-oh-Dew-“ He pushes his hips backwards into Dew.

Dew licks around his rim, enjoying the squeaking whimpers Phantom is making.

“Sound so pretty for me.”

He grips at Phantom’s hips, pulling him back into his face.

Phantom whimpers again, leaning fully against the sink, it’s disgusting, covered in a layer of grime but he can’t find himself to care. Especially when he feels Dew’s tongue finally breaching his hole.

Dew licks into him with a moan vibrating around him rim, making Phantom moan loudly and grip the edge of the sink.

“Oh shit, Dew. That feels so good, fuck.” One hand comes round to reach the back of Dew’s head, pushing him deeper into his ass.

Dew twists his tongue licking as deep as he can, pulling Phantom's cheeks apart to get even deeper. He shakes his head, fangs nibbling at his rim. It’s wet and messy, there’s saliva running down Dew’s chin and dripping onto his thighs.

He pulls away, panting slightly.

“Look in the mirror. Tell me how pretty you are.” He gives a long lick across his hole. “Look at how pretty you are while you get your ass eaten.”

Phantom’s legs shake and he feels like they might give way from under him, but he does as he’s told, looking up into the mirror in front of him. It’s clouded with dirt but he can just about make out his reflection. His cheeks are flushed bright red, his eyes are watery, his lashes clumped together with unshed tears. He looks like a mess.

Dew’s get off from his knees, pulling his jeans down just enough to free his cock. He runs the head along Phantom's hole, giving him a few hits.

“Keep looking, baby. I wanna see the look on your face when I fuck you.” He leans over him, trapping him against the sink. “I wanna hear you tell me how pretty you are. And if you stop, I’ll stop fucking you and leave you here in this bathroom alone.”

Phantom drops his head on the sink with a dull thud. Dew tuts at him, but pushed himself in with one long thrust making Phantom moan loudly, the sound echoing around the bathroom. Dew bottoms out, his hips snuggly hitting against Phantom's ass. He can feel the soft lace brushing against him.

He reached into Phantom's hair, pulling his head up so he’s facing the mirror once again.

“Start taking, pretty boy.”

#thanks for the ask!#sorry it took so long!!#the band ghost #ficlet #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #my writing

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forlorn-crows · 3 months

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And You Know That It Takes Two

Rating: E for Explicit

Relationship(s): Copia/Dewdrop

Tags: transitional period between era iv and era v, banter, slice of life, first time, first kiss, handjobs. beta'd AND correctly translated italian!

Words: 3731

Summary: “Well, I do. Of course I do,” he assures the ghoul. “Quite fond of you all, actually. It was, admittedly, a little rocky when we first met. But.” There’s that heh Dew was expecting just moments before. “Here we are, no?”

When Copia starts rubbing his thumb up and down the inside of his knee, Dew’s brain stops working. His gaze zeros in to the fingers splayed across the side of his thigh, so foreign, so bare, so pink against the black of his casual uniform pants. His mind is full of static and all he can hear is his own blood pumping through his head. But there’s a weird something tugging in his ribcage; something new yet old, unnamed but familiar.

special thanks to @miasmaghoul for beta'ing and @foxybouquet for the italian translations ♡

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EDIT: now with ART from the fabulous @noahl-art. merci beaucoup, nono!! find his full artwork here

“D’you think Lucifer would want us to have black mass every Saturday?” Dew pokes the wooden arm of Copia’s chair with the toe of his boot. “Shouldn’t we be exercising our sinful wiles instead of listening to you drone on about the Dark One?”

Caro: dear

Stai bene?: (Are) you okay?

Ti piace?: Do you like this?/Does this feel good?

Merdaccia infernale: (roughly) infernal fucking shit. Closest to "unholy shit".

Proprio così: That’s it.

Copia tugs on a scrap of paper trapped beneath the ghoul’s thigh. “You do plenty of that on your off time, my ghoul,” he teases. He looks over his reading glasses, offering a smirk. Dew can hear the unspoken eh? at the end of his sentence, so much so he can’t help rolling his eyes and smirking back.

“How would you know, old man?” Dew fires back, flicking the hem of Copia’s trousers with his tail. He leans in closer. Elbows resting on his slightly spread knees until his face is level with the anti-pope’s. “Listening in on your free time?” The fire ghoul smiles wickedly, giving him an obvious once over. He cocks his head and bites his tongue between his teeth, waiting for an answer.

Copia’s face rosies a bit, but he returns to his chicken scratch. He jots down a few words before he mutters: “I am sure you do not fantasize your Papa spying on you, caro.”

“Maybe I don’t.” A lie. “Anyway, I think Rain’s loud enough to hear across the fuckin’ abbey. Probably have a soundtrack of water ghoul moans to lull you to sleep every other night,” Dew snickers.

Copia just shakes his head with an amused sigh and continues taking notes. Little chunks of writing in the margins of photocopies of Latin texts, scrawling in both Italian and English in a little notebook off to the side. Dew’s struck with just how patient this man is, endlessly so. He can get crabby on tour, just like any of them, restless and tired, but he really is kind to him and his pack.

The fire ghoul hums thoughtfully and returns to his upright position. Leaning back into the circles of bare desk he cleared earlier for his hands. “Do you get tired of putting up with us, Papa?” he asks casually.

“Dewdrop,” Copia says with a measured tone. He puts his pen down, and his glasses too, looking up at his lead guitarist and steepling his fingers. They’re devoid of gloves, Dew notices in passing, his nails neatly trimmed and his skin smooth and humanly wrinkly. “We have been working together for how many years now?”

Dew shrugs. “A few.”

“Si, quite a few, hm?” Copia agrees. He swivels his chair so his body faces Dew more directly and places a gentle hand on his knee. “Why then, my ghoul, would you think I am ‘putting up with you,’ as you put it?”

“Don’t tell me you actually like us,” Dew says sarcastically. But Copia’s hand is warm on his knee, and he’s trying not to focus too much on how he’s looking at him right now, all soft eyes and a worried crease in his brow.

“Well, I do. Of course I do,” he assures the ghoul. “Quite fond of you all, actually. It was, admittedly, a little rocky when we first met. But.” There’s that heh Dew was expecting just moments before. “Here we are, no?”

He’s quiet for so long that Copia clears his throat and gives his knee a polite pat before taking his hand away. He makes to go back to his notes, but Dew mourns the loss of his hand immediately. His pen barely touches the pages before the fire ghoul sobers up and inhales sharply.

“Uh,” he blurts out stupidly, shaking his head and squinting his eyes at Copia. Unsure what to say but determined to say something. “You mean that?” Immediately he wants to crawl back into himself—back into the Pit, even—for sounding so small. Vulnerable.

“Yes, I do,” Copia says quietly, genuinely. He taps his pen against the paper, little dots of black littering the line beneath his skip this? note. Instead of resuming his annotations, he sets the pen down once more, looking up at the ghoul perched atop his desk. His white eye is suddenly piercing in the lamplight, and he’s looking at him like he can see more than just the ghoul sitting in front of him.

“Well, I guess we’re . . . fond of you too, or whatever you wanna call it,” he mocks, aiming for levity. Dew’s tail flicks, ruffling the hem of Copia’s pants again.

Copia chuckles. “Well, that is good then,” he smiles.

Dew hums. Offers a one-sided smile in return. Easy. He could leave it at that; resume the relaxed banter about sermons and his new duties as Papa while Copia gets increasingly tired and/or annoyed and shoos him away with a chocolate truffle in hand (the ones he keeps stashed in his desk drawer for evenings like this).

He could. But in the same moment, he decides he’s tired of tip-toeing around the idea of what this man is to him. He wades out into the waters, throwing a line.

“Is that . . . the only thing you feel for us?” he says at length, quieter. He scoots his thigh closer to the anti-pope’s hand. Encouraging him to touch again, if he wants. The sudden heat in his belly hoping he does. He wades a little deeper. “For me?”

Now it’s Copia’s turn to falter, fingers twitching at the fabric of Dew’s trousers. He looks down at Dew’s thigh, then back up to his face. Searching his copper eyes for something, anything, his thoughts as loud as if Dew were a quintessence ghoul.

“I . . .” he trails off, a failed start. He clears his throat. “I am, as they say, only human. So there are, perhaps, other . . . things. Si.”

Dew grabs his hand gently, placing it just above where it was moments ago, confidence building. “Fantasies, maybe?”

“Dewdrop—”

“For how bold you are on stage, you sure are fuckin’ shy in private, Papa.”

Copia huffs a laugh, moving his hand tentatively along Dew’s thigh. “Eh . . . reserved, maybe. But I don’t know about shy, my ghoul.” He shuffles his chair so he’s situated back between the fire ghoul’s dangling legs.

Dew smirks. “See? Can call me motherfucker in front of thousands of screaming girls, but it’s my ghoul in here.”

“Ah, but that is the difference. They do not get the privilege of seeing you offstage.” A beat. “Though, I imagine they would do a lot of things for that privilege,” he mutters.

Dew bites his tongue in asserting that he is, in fact, a motherfucker offstage too. Instead, he tilts his head so his ashy hair cascades over his shoulder and spreads his legs further, hooking a foot in the arm of Copia’s chair and tugging it closer. He’s baring all of himself now, literally and figuratively. Potentially risking his position, too, if this goes south.

But by the look on the anti-pope’s face, they’re both too deep to swim back now.

“And what’re you gonna do with that privilege, Papa?”

“You’re asking?” he deflects, putting the other hand on the opposite thigh.

“If you don’t touch me in the next five seconds, old man, I swear to Satan—”

“Like this?” Copia smooths his hand up the inside of Dew’s thigh, running along the seam of his pants until he reaches where the ghoul’s started to chub up. His breath hitches, head tilting back.

“Yeah,” he breathes. He looks back down at his hand, tucking chin to chest as he watches those fingers press just so, right where the tip of his dick sits already sticky in his boxers. He bites his lip with a stifled noise.

“Long time we’ve danced around each other, I think,” Copia says. Dew just nods, flexing his hips into his fingers to get more friction. Copia presses more firmly, taking the hint. Drawing a firm line down the ridge of his clothed shaft.

“Humans and ghouls, well . . .” he trails off, looking up at Dew.

“You’ve thought about it,” he replies simply.

“Of course. Of course I have, caro. I–” he laughs, shakes his head in disbelief. “I mean, look at you.” He stops himself, color rising to his cheeks. He drops his gaze, focusing back on the hand on Dew’s fly.

The fire ghoul watches him trace a finger around the button before reaching down himself, popping it open. “What about me?” he asks softly, inviting. Shifting his hips again to encourage him to continue.

“Not just fishing for compliments, I hope,” Copia teases lightly, a little bit of that stage persona shining through as he drags the zipper down.

“That’s not what—hh-oh.” He cuts himself off with a stuttered breath of a moan, Copia’s hand having reached past his fly and into his pants to pet at the dot of wetness sticking his boxers to his tip. The look of pure curiosity—wonder, really—on the man’s face as he feels him up has his stomach flipping. “Fuck, keep doing that.”

“You tell me what you like, my ghoul, and I will do it,” he whispers.

Dew groans as another bead of precum blurts out into his boxers, wet at just his words. “Keep teasing it,” he breathes. “Shit, see how wet you can get it.” He twitches under Copia’s fingers as he wraps his hand around his clothed cock, thumb swiping back and forth over the head. Firm, but just light enough that it makes Dew keen for more.

Copia continues the little motions, over and over until Dew’s underwear clings to him, saturated with pre. The friction of it and the intensity of Copia’s gaze on him has him dizzy, wanting. The man’s thumb presses over his slit, and he can’t help his eyes rolling back, thighs twitching towards each other.

“F-fuck,” he stutters.

Copia rubs his other hand over Dew’s thigh, soothing. “Stai bene? Good?”

The fire ghoul nods, hair falling off his shoulders to frame his face. “More than,” he groans. He bites his lip, bucking into Copia’s hand. “Again—do it agai—yes, Satanas, yes.”

The anti-pope presses into his slit again, this time dragging the pad of his thumb along the ridge with even pressure. Humming as he works it back and forth. It’s so sensitive, so instantly overwhelming that Dew has to consciously restrain himself from gouging his claws into the wood. He lets his head drop back, facing the ceiling and biting his lip to stave off the rush of arousal that threatens to make him spill in his pants.

Below him, Copia sighs. “Beautiful, caro,” he comments.

Dew half-snorts, half-groans, bringing his chin back down to his chest. “You flatter me,” he says with an eye roll.

“They say it gets one everywhere, no?”

“If by ‘everywhere’ you mean ‘in my pants’.”

“If that is where you want me.”

Dew sucks his teeth, scoffs a little in disbelief. Eyebrows twitching upwards when Copia fingers the elastic of his boxers, blunt nails scratching at the peach fuzz on his stomach. He can’t get a grasp on the anti-pope’s tone, switching so fast between charming and soft it makes his head spin. He’s seen both moods separately, of course, fired back his own quips with a silver tongue or begrudgingly accepted praise and a head pat for a productive rehearsal. But having a cocktail of both leaves him with mental whiplash.

The hand making his dick wet probably isn’t helping in that department.

So he nods instead, helping the man shimmy down the waistband of his boxers to snuggle it under his balls, freeing his aching length. Dew hisses at the cool air of the room breezing over the slick-coated head—though, it’s replaced with a puff of hot air when Copia breathes:

“May I?”

Dew nods again, widening his eyes and raising his eyebrows as a silent duh. Copia chuckles at that, scooting a little closer. He smooths his other hand up the fire ghoul’s thigh, up, up, up until he stops at his hip and rests his palm there, forearm dropping to sit on top of his leg. Dew’s stuck watching its ascent and misses the moment the anti-pope reaches for him, wrapping his fingers gently around the base of his cock and stroking upwards.

“Lucifer,” he chokes out. He snaps his gaze to where their skin meets and watches his dick kick hard in Copia’s fist, more precum welling up in the slit.

“Ti piace?” Copia continues to stroke slowly, not immediately translating as earlier. His accent curls around Dew’s eardrums, the Italian twisting with foreignness and short-circuiting his language synapses. He shakes his head, begging the small box of Italian in his brain labeled ‘Papa’s Nonsense Words’ to make sense of the phrase.

He blinks at Copia’s expectant gaze. “Huh?” he asks eloquently, forcing the word through an embarrassing moan.

“Does this feel good?” he supplies, nodding toward his hand.

The fire ghoul stares at the man’s hand, now wet with his own slick as it glides up and down. When his brain finally catches up to him, he barks a bewildered laugh. “I’m gonna have to learn more fuckin’ Italian for this,” he mumbles.

“Oh.” Copia laughs too, realizing his little slip-up. Dew’s shoulders shake with his own renewed laughter. Giggles passing between the two as if they were twelve-year-olds who just pulled off a prank on their teacher, not a fifty-something leader of a Satanic church jerking off a near immortal hellbeast turned quasi-human.

But the shared laughter is familiar. Comforting, in a way. Something to dissolve that final layer of caution that sat like oil on water between them.

“You are an endless delight, my ghoul,” Copia sighs, huffing out a last chuckle.

“I’ll give you an endless—uuh-nholy ff–fuck.” Copia runs his thumb over the slit of Dew’s cock, and his sentence is reduced to an eye-rolling moan. He grabs hold of the anti-pope’s forearm that rests on his leg, fingers digging into the muscle as he drools out a fat roll of precum.

Copia hums and smears it around the head, pulling down the foreskin to rub at the sensitive underside. It’s all the courtesy he’s granted before the man goes back to stroking him in earnest, skirting over the head with each downward pass and tightening around the base when he pulls up.

Dew grips his forearm tighter, thighs jumping with each tease of his frenulum. “Faster,” he begs. “And tighter. Fuck, feels s’ good.”

“Merdaccia infernale, are you always so . . .” Copia shakes his head, letting the room fill with the lewd, creamy sounds of Dew’s slick-soaked cock.

“Wet?” Dew supplies as a choked-off noise. “Not al–hah–always. Not since—” his eyes roll back again, too caught in pleasure to be completely coherent. “The–shit–the—” Dew flails his hand in some nonsensical gesture.

“Si, si.” The man understands without further elaboration that he means his elemental transition. That, despite the effective evaporation of his water, the born-again fire ghoul still carries traits from his original alignment—including dribbling pre like a leaky tap.

But Copia knows, doesn’t need him to explain or elaborate. Just tightens his grip and speeds his hand, looking up at Dew with a gaze that cuts him right down to the core. Intense, yet soft and admiring. Desire flickering just behind that.

“Shit,” Dew hisses, letting his eyes close fully. Sinking into it. His hips are moving of their own accord now, little twitches that meet each downstroke, just barely fucking into Copia’s fist. It’s so much better than it has right to be, but Dew doesn’t care. All he cares about is the way Copia’s hand feels on his dick, the way his other hand grips his hip, the way his breathing grows heavier and tickles the fine hairs at the base of his dick, how it chills the wetness at the tip only to be warmed by his fingers within the same second.

“Oh, oh, ohhhh fuck, Papa, fuck.” His pleasure heightens suddenly, the backs of his thighs going pleasantly tingly and his toes curling in his boots. He can feel it starting to build, balls drawing closer to his body with every stroke.

“Close?” Copia whispers, gripping Dew’s hip tighter and shifting in his chair. He grunts a little, no doubt filled out in his slacks too. Dew can’t confirm from this angle, especially not with the way his vision blurs, doubles even. But he has to be, if his wavering voice is anything to go by.

Dew throbs at just the idea of his cock straining against his zipper, balls heavy and squished between his thighs as he watches the fire ghoul come apart. Neglecting it as he showers Dew with undivided attention. He’s assaulted with the mental image of Copia in those tight, white pants from his Cardinal days, absolutely everything on display, and he groans.

He’s shaking now, stomach jumping as his breath starts to quicken. He’s sure his eyes are wild as he looks at the man below him, whining through his teeth as his hand moves faster, faster. Dew watches Copia bite his lip and look down at the movements of his hand, and the sudden fantasy image of that mouth kissing the tip of his cock makes him grip the anti-pope’s forearm until it threatens to bruise, nearly doubling over with the swell of impending orgasm.

Dew needs him. He needs him so badly.

“Gonna cum—fuck, please,” he moans, breath quickening to shortened gasps. “Kiss me—please, m’ gonna—Papa—” Dew grasps at the man’s shirt collar, pulling at it to get him to stand. Dragging him in by the shoulders and kissing him fiercely, whining when Copia groans into his mouth and pumps him even faster. The scent on him is instantly intoxicating; notes of neroli and patchouli, dull wax from the black patches of makeup, the barest hint of incense smoke underneath. All pressed directly into his nostrils where Dew’s nose smushes against his.

“Proprio così,” Copia mumbles, encouraging. His other arm loops around to cradle him between the shoulder blades, hand threading through his hair to grasp and hold as he kisses him deeply. That little bit of tension on Dew’s scalp sends a zing of heat right to his dick, and he’s moaning like a whore as he scrabbles at Copia’s shirt, ready to fall over the edge.

“Fucking. Fu–uhh, uh, uhh—” Dew loses all sense of words as he clings to him, mouth dropping open and tongue drooling over Copia’s lips. He cums hard, spilling over his hand with a shuddering groan, bucking into that wet fist until he’s risking sliding off the edge of the desk. He doesn’t, of course, braced and embraced by Copia’s body as he is.

Dew’s head drops to his shoulder as he rides out the seemingly endless spasms. Far too many for a handy, if he’s being honest. But the anti-pope works him over until he’s milked dry, whispering more words into his hair that he doesn’t understand and rubbing a soothing hand over his back.

“Shit,” he rasps. After a few more moments he peeks down at his lap—lucid enough now to mind his horns—where his black pants are now streaked with white, Copia’s hand resting on his fly also coated in the stuff. He shakes his head softly and laughs.

“Got me good, old man.”

“Dewdrop . . .” His tone is pleading, breathless. Dew lifts his head and the hand on his back migrates to the side of his face, caressing softly. He leans into it as he looks at Copia, his face flushed and a look of pure want and adoration in his eyes. “Please, caro.”

He doesn’t need to ask what he needs, eyes flicking down to the tent in his pants and back up again. Dew nods. Moves the hands around Copia’s neck to the back of his head, pulling him in.

It’s less feverish this time. Softer and slower, but far from chaste. Idly he wonders if any of the others have had him like this: privately in his office, a mere exchange of something fleeting, or hot and heavy in a storage closet after a show, frantic and adrenaline-fueled.

If any of them have, they’ve never told. He’ll go back to the ghoul wing smelling of him, unless he runs straight to the shower. Douse himself in scalding hot water until he can barely smell himself.

But he won’t.

Dew slides into the space in front of Copia, ignoring the mess on his dick as he presses close to the man. Licking into his mouth and sliding their tongues together as Copia’s hands start to roam. The fire ghoul slots a thigh between his legs as his palms reach his waist, pressing against his crotch.

Copia whines in his throat, twisting his fingers into the fabric of Dew’s shirt. He’s hard as steel against his leg, throbbing when Dew presses harder and tugging at him like he could still get closer than he already is.

“Sit down,” Dew rumbles. He breaks the kiss and holds his gaze as he presses on his shoulders, easing him back into the desk chair. Down, down, down until Dew looms over him. He smirks slightly, confidence and ease returning to him as their positions switch. Running his thumb along the painted upper lip then dragging down to the bare one.

Wordlessly, the fire ghoul sinks to his knees. Scoots Copia to the edge of his chair so he can spread his legs. He smooths his palms up his thighs, his infernal heat seeping through the trousers. He watches Copia’s face as he pets at him, cupping and rubbing at his cock through the layers of fabric. The man’s chest heaves. Hands gripping the wooden arms of his chair. Exhaling shakily as Dew traces a claw around the button on his fly.

“Allow me,” Dew purrs.

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miasmaghoul · 6 months

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miasma what r ur swiss tummy thoughts 🎤

syringe how DARE u make me consider the swummy when i have SO MANY KINKTOBER PROMPTS LEFT >:(

sigh.

anyway. i think swiss gains a little weight between tours and as such two ghouls in particular are even more obsessed with him than usual.

(contains: body worship, marking, tit sucking, some light scent kink, sloppy kissing, drool, teasing, and swiss being the desperate one for a change. at least a little)

His rusty purr echoes off his bedroom walls, his fingers drag through two heads of soft hair, and Swiss thinks this is as close to bliss as a guy can get.

Aeon had slithered up to Swiss' side right after lunch and hooked their elbows together, wrangling him back to the dorms with warm lips pressed to Swiss' ear. He hadn't complained; there were a few empty hours to spare until evening practice, he could allow their new addition to distract him for a bit.

Finding Dew waiting for them in the center of his bed, joint already lit, had been a surprise of the loveliest variety.

Swiss doesn't know how long it's been since they finished it off, but it's been long enough for Dew and Aeon to get wonderfully handsy. They'd fallen back against the headboard on Dew's last exhale, the little ghoul pinned to Swiss' right side and Aeon attached to his left. Heavy arms slung around their shoulders while Dew nuzzled his chest and Aeon shoved his nose into Swiss' throat.

This isn't the first time they've captured him like this over the past couple of weeks, and Swiss is sure it won't be the last. There are still nine days until the next tour picks up, and at this point it's harder to keep them off of him than on him.

It always starts with them touching over his shirt, long fingers dimpling the places where the fabric has gone taut. Drawn tighter after months of indulging in food, drink, and abject laziness when permitted. It happens to all of them, a few pounds added when they aren't able to sweating it off on stage. Even Dew has the most delightful little belly roll and love handles now, along with a bit more touchable puffiness in his chest. It'll all burn off once things pick up again, so none of the ghouls find themselves bothered when they all go a little soft(er) around the edges.

Least of all Swiss. He owns the tightest shirts for a reason.

Not that his shirts last very long when they do this. This afternoon was no different, Swiss' tee tossed to the floor the moment Aeon started to drool onto it. Their hands were on him immediately then; Dew grabbed a handful of his now-softer chest while he buried his face in Swiss' armpit, and Aeon had been quick to to sink his fingers into his stomach while he latched on to Swiss' collarbone. Both of then making the happiest little trilling sounds at the feel of his pudge giving beneath their skilled hands, sounds that made Swiss feel just a little higher.

Now, a truly unknown amount of time later, they've both migrated south. Dew's still pressed close, a skinny leg wrapped around Swiss' knee. He can feel the little ghoul's warmth through both of their pants, and there's sure to be a wet spot in Dew's jeans whenever he chooses to shred them. Dew's mouth is warmer, though, busy sucking the latest of many marks just below his navel. They overlap with the last round of still-healing bruises spotting Swiss' torso, a purpled mosaic of adoration.

Swiss sighs, rakes his claws over the little ghoul's scalp, and Dew looks up at him with the glassiest eyes. His lips swollen, flushed from so long spent worshipping every inch of Swiss he could reach. Spit slick as Swiss' own skin.

"Your eyes are red," he purrs, grinning with barely-open eyes. He cups Dew's cheek, no longer quite so hollow, and drags his thumb over his lower lip. "Almost as red as this pretty mouth."

Those lovely lips curl into the laziest smile when Swiss slips his thumb between them. The little ghoul gives it a lazy suck that has Swiss groaning, throbbing in his too-tight jeans. A pulse so intense that he's sure Aeon must feel it too, and the little whimper that floats up from his chest only confirms his suspicions.

Aeon's been straddling his other leg for a while now, making an absolute mess of his bare chest. Mouthing at his tits wet and sloppy, saliva catching in his thatch of chest hair with every pass of his tongue. Aeon's paid special attention to his nipples too, of course. Gotten them all puffed up and so dark with sharp but gentle teeth. He has one hand stuck up Dew's shirt, the other firmly planted on the side of Swiss' belly that Dew can't quite reach. Kneading away with abandon and entirely lost in his own little world.

Swiss drags his claws down the curved length of Aeon's spine, and the sound he makes has Swiss' eyelids drooping even further.

The other ghoul's lithe body is bent in a way that has his thigh slotted right up against Swiss' bulge. Not with enough pressure for him to get anything out of it, but it means they're close enough that Swiss can feel Aeon twitch against his hip too. Aeon gasps against his skin when Swiss grabs a handful of his ass, but flat out growls when he encourages Aeon to rut against him. Swiss chuckles, raises an eyebrow.

"Wazzat for, kitten?" He's can't keep the humor from his voice, impossible when Aeon sounds about as threatening as your average bowl of oatmeal. "Y'think I can look and not wanna touch?"

Swiss flexes his thigh, pushes it up into Aeon's obvious arousal, and earns a much more appropriate whine for his trouble. Aeon looks up at him, mouth hanging open, cheeks darkened and eyes barely focused. There's a string of saliva connecting his plush power lip with Swiss' nipple, and Swiss would break it with his tongue if he could reach.

"Didn't say that," Aeon slurs, pushing himself upright and pulling his hand from Dew's warm little tummy. The smaller ghoul makes a displeased sound around Swiss' thumb, but it's quashed quickly when Aeon scratches at the space between his horns. "Jus' not in a rush, is all. You're not gonna squishy forever. Wanna enjoy it."

Swiss tips his head and watches him for a long moment. Watches Aeon stretch both arms over his head, exposing a delicious stripe of his own flat stomach. He and Aurora haven't been around long enough to be affected by The Gluttony, but Swiss knows it'll happen soon enough. A few months touring and they'll come back with all sorts of new, voracious appetites in dire need of sating.

Swiss can't fucking wait.

He hisses when fangs sink into his thumb, pulling it from Dew's mouth with a soft pop. He frowns down at the little ghoul, but can't keep up the scowl for long. Not when Dew's scooting down to nose at his happy trail.

"You went away," he admonishes, kissing the button of Swiss' jeans. Chin hovering over straining denim. Dew's heavy eyes flash with something playful. "Jus' 'cause we're takin' our time," he murmurs, grinding slow against Swiss' leg, "doesn't mean you get t' think about other shit."

Swiss huffs through his nose, but offers a slightly sheepish smile. He reaches down, traces the shell of Dew's pointed ear with one fingers. The little ghoul chirrups, leans into the touch, and Swiss' other hand lands on Aeon's thigh. Strokes lean muscle, wishing it was skin beneath his palm. But hey, if they're in no rush then neither is he.

"Sorry Sparky, jus' got distracted for a second," he says with a wink. "'M all yours, I promise."

A bony hand sinks into his curls, and Swiss finds his gaze being redirected. Finds Aeon looking down at him with his head tilted, black and white waves falling over his forehead. There's something fascinating in his swirling lavender eyes, something Swiss knows he should recognize, but can't quite place. Something so similar to the brazen need in Dew's eyes, yet entirely different.

"Ours," Aeon corrects, voice firm. "You're ours."

Oh, that's what it is.

Possession.

Swiss' tongue feels suddenly too thick, too cumbersome. Impossible to form an intelligent response when his mouth is so dry. When had it gotten so dry? He has no idea. Still, he tries. Manages to make a dull gurgling sound while he soaks a stain into his boxers. Fuck he's so hard.

Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the darkness in Aeon's eyes vanishes. He's loose once more, hazy, rolling his hips just enough for Swiss to feel the swollen ridge of his cock against his thigh. Then he's leaning down, and Swiss finds himself being kissed with the sort of slowness usually reserved for third dates and drive-in movies. Deep and with what most would consider too much tongue, but they both know that's just how Swiss likes it.

Warm hands squeeze his stomach, and Swiss manages to crack one eye open. Angles his head so he can peer down at Dew. Swiss smiles into the kiss at the sight of him, wide-eyed with his lips caught between his fangs. Groping his stomach like it's his job and not so subtly humping Swiss' leg while he devours the sight before him. A delicious sight, one made all the better when he sees Dew's hand creep up his thigh. Over his hip.

Swiss groans deep and pained when Dew finally, blessedly, cups the dull ache between his legs. Molds his fingers to the obvious swell of Swiss' cock and gives it a nice little rub. It's hardly anything, but it sends his head spinning anyway.

Or maybe that's Aeon stealing the air from his lungs. Hard to say.

Either way, Swiss is beyond dizzy when Aeon chooses to relent. Gulps for breath, licks his lips to drink down every sweet drop of saliva coating them. Aeon huffs out a soft laugh, rubbing their noses together and bumping horns.

Aeon licks a stripe up his cheek, Swiss moans, and Dew purrs when his cock kicks hard.

"Gonna let us play again now?"

Swiss is pretty sure he'd give up nuclear launch codes if it meant they would keep touching him like this. The fervent nod he offers Aeon only supports that.

"S'much as you want, baby," he sighs, hands roving restlessly over Aeon's shirt. Swiss' eyewhen Dew pops his button and starts to tug down his zipper. "Fuck, much as you both want."

Aeon kisses his temple, hums against thin skin, and then he's slinking his way down Swiss' body. Dragging his hands from Swiss' broad shoulders, over his pecs, down his tummy. Poking and prodding at his softest spots with the worst kind of smile on his face. He joins Dew in short order, bumps their horns together, and then they're kissing each other all slow and gross and unholy fuck does Swiss ache.

Aeon's hand joins Dew's at his zipper, both of their free hands occupied with massaging his stomach. Dew's the one to reach into his boxers once the last tooth separates, and Swiss doesn't even try to hide his groan of relief when the little ghoul pulls him out at last.

"Fuuuuuuck," he breathes, pure relief and red-hot tension threaded into the word in equal measure. It feels like he could cum in half a second, and yet somehow like his orgasm is a million miles away at the same time. A confusing ball of tangled need stuck low in his pelvis.

Then Aeon reaches in to cup his balls, and Swiss sees pretty purple spots.

"Heavy," Aeon coos, palming his sack and breaking the kiss just to flash Swiss a little fang. Dew takes it upon himself to nuzzle the base of his cock, to breathe in deep, and Swiss swears he feels the little ghoul get even wetter.

"Full," he rumbles, reaching out to rest a hand on the backs of each of their necks. Just to hold, a little something to keep him grounded. "Gonna empty 'em for me?"

Both ghouls snicker - never a good sign - and Dew lets his cock slide from his loose grip. Lets it fall against Swiss' pudge with a slap that's much louder than it should be, all things considered. Swiss shivers when he watches it spit fluid into his belly hair, and shudders when the pair of them dip down to lick up every drop. His dick jumps, hits Dew's cheek, and Aeon licks that spot up too.

Then they're kissing again, swapping spit that must carry the salty tang of his pre, and Swiss can only think of one thing.

"Will you...kiss it?" He swallows hard, warmth blooming through his pelvis when they part. When they gaze at him with lazy deviance. "Together?"

The noisy purrs Swiss gets in response make his toes curl.

#miasma's work #the band ghost fic #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss/aeon/dew #swiss x aeon x dew #ALL HAIL THE SWUMMY #not reading before posting so if you see mistakes #no you dont #enjoy syringe u heathen

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thelampisaflashlight · 9 days

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The ghouls, but specifically stuff about the water/water hybrids ghouls. Let's go.

-Due to the instability of his vessel, Water, the first ghoul to hold the bass position in the band, was destroyed by his own magic, and thus returned to the pit.

His successor, Lake, and Lake's subsequent replacement, River, also succumbed to this same issue, but, after an unfortunate amount of trial and error, the ministry was able to create their first viable water ghoul; Delta.

However, until Mist's summoning not long after, the ministry could not confirm whether or not they truly fixed the issue or not, as Delta was a hybrid, leading to the false conclusion that his quintessence magic kept him from succumbing to his water side.

-It's largely Delta's fault that there's a tradition of "bullying the new guy" among the band ghouls, generally speaking, but especially in regards to new water ghouls.

Delta teased Mist, Mist teased Dew... and then Delta decided to tease Dew, too.

Rain managed to escape this particular hazing ritual largely because Delta enjoyed teasing Dew more than him, and because Dew elected to go the, "I don't want to talk to you." route instead.

-Since leaving the band, Delta has been more in-tune with his quintessence side, and so he has taken up a position in the abbey's infirmary as part of the medical staff.

This is the only place where his antics involving Dew/teasing him are strictly not allowed, a rule which he respects due to his want to retain his job.

He also does not use any of Dew's -or anyone's- health information in his jokes, as even he thinks that would be crossing a line.

-Mist and Rain are saltwater variant ghouls, whereas Delta and Dew are freshwater, with their secondary subcategories...

Mist-Abyssopelagic Zone (The Abyss) variant, Rain-Mesopelagic Zone (The Twilight Zone) variant, Dew-Tundra/Plains Hybrid variant, Delta-Wetland/Temperate Forest Hybrid variant.

...This basically means they're all water, but their relationship with it is very different.

Mist's water magic is survival/instinct based, meaning it is used predominantly for hunting, whereas Rain's is used more so for camouflaging him, allowing him to glamour himself more readily than others.

Since Delta and Dew are hybrids, their magic is a bit more specific in terms of which form they have the most control of it in.

Delta can only manipulate freshwater containing dirt and debris, meaning he's good at removing impurities from water and cleaning it/cleansing wounds, which makes him an excellent addition to the medical staff.

And Dew can... Dew can make ice? Act like a humidifier?

...Yeah, he kind of got the short end of the stick on that one.

And lastly;

-The water ghouls all have a pact that if anyone messes with one of them, then they're all obligated to jump said person, no further questions asked.

One witness to such an event heard the "victim" shouting, "THE BITCHES HAVE UNIONIZED!" and indeed, indeed they had.

#lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #delta ghoul #mist ghoulette #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band headcanons #nameless ghoul headcanons

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cirrus-ghoulette · 2 months

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i'm so sorry but your ghoul breeding program has wormed its way into my brain and refuses to leave

i'm having thots about raindrop meeting for the first time during a session. dew in rut, expecting one of the usual tease ghouls from around the ministry. his brain short-circuiting when he sees rain for the first time, gets hit with his sweet scent. dew's never cum so much in his life, watching the new water ghoul, but it doesn't help. his rut doesn't break, because it needs the ghoul.

so later that night, dew follows the ghoul's scent down the hall to track him down. when he knocks on the bedroom door, dew freezes, his brain finally catching up to his actions. this is so inappropriate—they don't even know each other's names. what if the ghoul doesn't want him? can he take that rejection?

but he needn't have worried. when the ghoul opens the door and sees who it is, his face lights up. rain doesn't even have to ask, he knows what dew is here for, and drags him inside. the two of them immediate fall into each other. and when they finally pull themselves apart long enough for rain to get on his hands and knees and present, when dew slots behind him and pushes in, it feels like coming home. when it comes time for dew to knot rain, he insists on doing it face-to-face. because they need to look into each other's eyes. to see the connection that had formed at the very first moment, even before they realized it themselves

and that's how the two of them meet for the first time :)

(sorry for being unhinged in your ask box, the brain rot is terminal, you have to understand)

GAAAHHHH THIS IS AMAZING

Also, never apologise for being unhinged in my ask box! I love people sending me headcanons!

#ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #bun answers asks #ghoul breeding program

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azureseacloud · 6 months

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Hidden Messages

Ghost (band)

Dewdrop x reader,

Warnings: swearing, sexual references

Words: 1,950

Summary: Cirrus teases the reader about her crush on Dewdrop.

Thanks so much for your support everyone, it means a lot!! I’m currently participating in nanowrimo for fanfics/one shots so requests are open! Anyway, happy reading :))

Your phone buzzed from where it was lying on the couch. You set your laptop on your thighs, grabbing the phone to check what it was.

It was a message. From Cirrus.

You shot a look over to the ghoulette, where she lounged on another couch across from you, next to Aurora who had her head resting on her shoulder and eyes closed.

The ghoulette looked up from her phone, meeting your eyes with a raised eyebrow. Waiting.

You snuck a look around the lounge-room. Rain was lying in the centre of the carpeted floor on his back, possibly asleep but it was hard for you to tell with the Ghouls. Swiss was leaning against the bench in the kitchenette to your right, sipping what you assumed was coffee—but could be anything—as he scrolled through his phone. Phantom and Mountain were nowhere to be seen, most likely in their rooms. As for Dewdrop, he was to your left, on another small couch. His legs were kicked out in a relaxed fashion, but it was impossible to tell for sure as he had his helmet and uniform on from rehearsals. Still, his head was facing away from you, so you figured you were safe to open Cirrus’ message without any ghouls snooping.

As soon as you opened the chat, you knew you had been right to worry. She’d sent you a video—but not just any video.

It was of Dew. One look at the lighting and you already knew it would be from Mummy Dust. You knew exactly what it would show.

You watched it anyway.

Satan he was something else. His movements, his stance and his hands—unholy hell, his hands—it was insanely attractive. You were down so bad for him. And Cirrus knew.

It’d happened when you’d been drunk at an afterparty. It was the first time you had joined in on the drinking—you preferred to keep a professional attitude, even though the ghouls would always try to hand you drinks as encouragement.

This time you had accepted, and one turned into several. Cirrus had been with you when you had rushed to the bathroom to vomit, and she’d taken you back to your room once it was clear you weren’t going to last any longer in the party without throwing your guts everywhere. She’d stayed with you in your drunk state, and you had let slip some little comment about Dewdrop that then escalated to confessing your feelings for him and just how badly you were down for the fire ghoul.

She’d told you the morning after with a smirk. You’d pleaded her not to tell, and she’d agreed. Why bother telling him outright, when she could tease you with it whenever she felt like it? Cirrus was curious too, about how long you could keep it a secret. She had admitted to you how surprised she was, that she hadn’t noticed anything that would point to you liking Dewdrop—which was impressive, since ghouls were exceptionally good at reading emotions, with their enhanced senses, not to mention Phantom’s quintessence. Luckily he was still a new ghoul and wasn’t completely in tune with his quintessence yet. You knew he would be one of the first ghouls to figure it out though—something you were dreading.

You typed a message, flicking your eyes around the room to double check that no ghouls had seen anything. You forced yourself to remain nonchalant—these ghouls were so sensitive to even the slightest change.

Cirrus what the hell?? He’s sitting right there.

You looked back down at your computer, idly moving the mouse and trying to look like you were still working. It only took her a moment to reply.

He won’t notice. The idiot decided to exhaust himself in practice mucking around with Swiss, so he’s probably trying to fall asleep.

Anyway, do you prefer that Dewdrop or this one?

She sent another video, and you held back a sigh as you opened it.

Silver mask. A pick in his hand as he raised it to his mouth. One of his vivid blue eyes was visible through the mask as his gaze locked onto the camera, the video slowing at that moment. Dew tilted his head, before his iris was replaced by the white of his eye as he slid his gaze away, twisting to move away on the stage.

Your breath caught, and you watched it again, mesmerised by the blue of his eyes. The ghouls generally kept their helmets on in your presence, and you hadn’t seen any of their faces, just the barest glimpses. Rules they had to uphold around humans in the clergy—and they were under very strict orders not to scare you away, unlike the others that had taken up the role of managing the band ghouls.

Apparently one had quit after he was set on fire (he survived with minimal burns), which you guessed had been Dewdrop’s fault. Another had walked into the ghoul quarters during a full moon and had been bitten (you weren’t sure if that was it, there were mixed rumours that said she bled out while others seemed to think she made it out fine). Had to be Swiss, although all the ghouls were more unpredictable on a full moon. And there were others too, that you hadn’t found out what had happened to them.

So yeah, seeing the smallest glimpse at Dewdrop’s eye set your skin tingling. And the smooth way he lifted the pick to his mouth…wow.

You must have watched it at least ten times before you remembered that Cirrus was waiting for a reply.

You looked up and she was smirking at you. She’d probably been watching you the entire time. Heat rushed to your cheeks and you looked down, hoping none of the ghouls could see your blush or sense your embarrassment. Thank Satan Phantom wasn’t in the room to draw attention to your emotions.

I like both. You answered, your thumbs stalling before you added. Seeing his eyes is nice too.

You didn’t have to wait long for the response.

Aww darling, I’m sure he still has the old mask…

I could find a way to get him to wear it for you.

Attached to the end of the message was a winking face, and your cheeks heated up even more. If you weren’t already bright red, you would definitely be now. Your brain unwittingly jumped to Dew wearing his old uniform, catching a glimpse of his eyes behind the silver mask as he leant down, one hand slipping along your waist…

“What are you sending them Cirrus? Porn?” Swiss sauntered over, smirking at you. You shut off your phone, shooting him a failing attempt at a casual glance. “Oh no, do share.”

“We’re just talking.” You said, rolling your eyes. You flicked a quick glance over to Dewdrop, to see he was already staring at you. With the helmet you couldn’t see his expression, but he tilted his head and you looked away quickly. Did he know?

Swiss raised his eyebrow. “So that’s why you’re turned on right now?” He tapped his nose beneath the mask as you tried to give him an innocent look. “Sensitive remember? We can all tell.”

“Fuck off Swiss.” He laughed at that, watching as you closed your laptop and stretched nonchalantly, determined to prove there was nothing amiss.

Cirrus smiled teasingly at you, beckoning you over. You dumped your laptop on the table, flipping off Swiss as you stepped around Rain, who was still sprawled on the floor, making your way over to Cirrus.

As you sat down your eyes darted over to Dew. He was definitely watching you, and it made your heart speed up. You tore your gaze away instantly, trying to relax.

Cirrus draped her arm around you, and you hoped the other ghouls mistook your increased heart rate as being caused by Cirrus, and not the fire ghoul whose stare you could still feel. Had he really been asleep or had he been secretly watching you then too?

You needed to stop thinking about him or the ghouls were going to notice.

You looked at Swiss instead, who flashed you a devilish smile and a wink as he joined Rain on the floor. You leant your head onto Cirrus’ shoulder, much like how Aurora was on her other side. It had been a long day and the atmosphere in the room was lethargic. The ghouls had spent the whole day practicing for their concert next week, and they all seemed muted and tired in a way that was almost contagious.

You tucked your legs on an angle as you snuggled closer to Cirrus. Her hand ran soothing trails down your arm.

Closing your eyes, you were drifting asleep. A sudden warmth enveloped your back, comforting and familiar. Distantly you wondered which ghoul had joined you. An arm wrapped around your stomach and then you drifted into unconsciousness.

***********

Cirrus gave him an amused look as he wrapped his arm around your waist. Dew wasn’t sure what that meant, but it only confirmed his suspicions that something was going on with the two of you. And it involved him.

He’d been watching you as you picked up your phone, glancing around in a way that certainly piqued his interest. Your lingering look on him had drawn his attention even more. He’d seen the way you had bitten your lip as you looked at whatever it was that Cirrus had sent you. How your face had tinged pink and then gone red as Swiss came over. You’d then looked back at him again as you moved over with Cirrus. And had he imagined your heart’s increase in speed as you locked eyes with him?

He settled comfortably around you, resting his chin on your head and closing his eyes. He wasn’t one to admit it, but he liked you. The other humans had been obvious and easy to figure out, but you… you kept yourself composed exceptionally well around the ghouls. You were hard to read—something Dew had never thought he would encounter in a human. It fascinated him.

You were so open with Cirrus, the two of you incredibly close, and he knew that you had let her see past that composure. You were comfortable enough around him—he could tell by the way you fired back banter and weren’t afraid to stand up to him. You enjoyed it—every time you managed to surprise him with an especially vicious or creative retort he could see the way you’d light up at your victory.

Yet you were still careful around him. Guarded. It was the same with the other ghouls, but he noticed it was more around him. It didn’t make sense, how you could switch so quickly, shutting off your feelings in a way that left him so utterly clueless. You were frustratingly confusing.

He wanted to find out why.

Dewdrop waited as the others drifted off. Once he was sure they were all asleep, he reached an arm slowly across your hip, moving to the front pocket of your pants. He slid his fingers in, meeting the surface of your phone.

You shifted as he withdrew it, tucking your head against his neck as you mumbled something incoherent. Dewdrop waited until you had settled, then gently grabbed your hand, pressing your thumb into the scanner.

Your phone unlocked, and it was already open on your conversation with Cirrus.

He scrolled through the messages, disbelief changing to a smirk tugging at his lips as he realised your secret.

Oh yes. He could work with this.

Thanks for reading :)) I’m possibly going to write a part 2 for this one, so stay tuned!

#ghost band #the band ghost #oneshot #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghost #nameless ghouls x reader #cirrus ghoulette #cirrus ghost #dewdrop x reader

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coffeeghoulie · 5 months

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Could we get something where Phantom/Aeon realizes for the first time he is truly safe and loved in the new pack

I sprinkled some of my Aeon headcanons/lore on this one, I hope you don't mind.

Aeon had a rough time in the Pit and is afraid the other ghouls will hurt him, he does have sensory issues and a meltdown, but all ends well.

Aeon is summoned, brought Topside, in a particularly chaotic time.

He's rushed through practices, learns to harness his magick and play guitar, and is thrown into a tour that lasts several months. Sure, he's in tight quarters with a bunch of strange ghouls, he gets to know them, grows to like them even, but he's constantly on his guard. He knows what other ghouls are like, especially to a runt of a quintessence ghoul like him, and has the scars and marks to prove it. He spends the entire tour doing his best to keep up, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Getting back to the Abbey after the tour ends is just as drastic a change. Aeon's a ghoul who thrives on routines. In the Pit, it was simple: Scavenge enough food and clean water to survive, avoid the roaming packs of ghouls looking for easy pickings, repeat. Tour is similar enough, try to get enough sleep, keep his energy up, perform his best every night, crash on the bus, repeat.

When the tour ends, Aeon is faced with a daunting amount of free time. Sure, he has chores and duties, but nothing as demanding as the touring he's grown accustomed to. He doesn't deal with change well, throws everything off rhythm and makes it so much easier to overload him. Aeon spends most of his free time holed up in his room, door locked to the rest of the ghouls.

It's a shitty morning to begin with. The neckline of his pajama shirt rests against his throat, nearly setting off his gag reflex as he wakes up. Aeon changes into somebody else's hoodie that made its way into his room. The smell isn't quite right, doesn't fit him the way he likes, but it's the only clean top he has, and Aeon can't bring himself to go do laundry. The lights are too bright, and Aeon hisses, pulling the hood over his shaggy hair to shield his eyes.

Aeon slinks out of his room, trying to avoid the others as he heads to the kitchen. He just wants to grab some food, some fruit or something, and dart back to the safety of his room.

Naturally, that isn't what happens.

Cirrus, Swiss, and Dew are all in the kitchen, talking loudly and laughing with each other as Cirrus slips out, steaming mugs in their hands. The fire and multi ghouls turn and swivel to face him as he enters. Aeon gulps, pinned in place by their gazes.

"Morning, sleepyhead. Nice hoodie," Swiss teases, tail swishing behind him lazily. He grins wide, and Aeon does his best to hide his flinch as Swiss bares his fangs.

"We haven't seen much of you lately," Dew observes, taking a long drink from his mug, locking eyes with Aeon as he drinks.

Aeon burrows further into the hoodie, claws worrying at hangnails as he tucks his hands in the front pocket. "Sorry," he whispers, tail flicking behind him. He shudders as the sensitive spade scrapes against the tile. Aeon shrinks back

"You're always hiding in your room," Dew says, brows furrowed slightly. "What, are you afraid of us?"

"We spent months in real tight quarters, buggy," Swiss says, reaching out and setting a hand on Aeon's shoulder. "I know you value your privacy, but you can't hide in there forever."

Aeon flinches, jerking his shoulder back from Swiss's hand. "I just want to get something to eat. Don't wanna get in anybody's hair."

"You're not," Swiss says, frowning slightly, and Lucifer, that stings. "We just wanna know why you don't want to spend time with us."

"Yeah, voidling, we were all buddy-buddy on tour," Dew adds on. "What happened? We didn't upset you, didn't we?" Dew reaches out, touches his chest, and Aeon feels himself pushed over the edge, past an overload and hurtling towards a meltdown.

"Why won't you all leave me the fuck alone?" Aeon snarls, eyes flashing white-hot silver. His ears pin flat to his head, his tail lashing behind him. He snaps his fangs at Dew's outstretched hand, quintessence crackling in purple bolts like static electricity along his skin, looking for all the world like a feral ghoul straight out of the deepest, darkest parts of the Pit.

Dew flinches back, eyes wide with an expression that Aeon wishes more than anything he could read. Swiss takes a step back, swallowing hard as he holds his hands up placatingly. Aeon feels his stomach flip, eyes blurring with tears.

He takes a shaking step back, away from the fire ghoul. He ignores the others calling his name. He can't tell if they're calling for him out of anger, itching to put him in his place for disturbing their tentative peace.

His brain tells him he's back in the Pit, alone and in danger, surrounded by bigger, stronger ghouls, and his body acts accordingly. His hands dig into his hair, covering his ringing ears, claws biting into his scalp. He shrinks away from them, squeezing his eyes shut as he backs himself into the corner, back sliding down the wall as he makes himself as small as he can.

Aeon opens his mouth to beg, to plead with them for forgiveness, but can't find his words, human language escaping him, stuck in his throat. He hears Cirrus step back into the room, butting past Dew and Swiss, and feels her presence as she crouches down near him.

"Darling," she whispers. "Sweetheart, can you tell me what's wrong? It's okay if you can't."

"Please don't hurt me," he chitters, the ghoulish easier on his tongue. "I'm sorry, please don't hurt me."

Cirrus straightens, turning back to the other ghouls as she shifts backwards, giving Aeon a little more space. "Boys, I need you to take three steps back."

Aeon can hear their footsteps, breathes a little easier. He keeps muttering in ghoulish, pleading her, waiting to feel her sharp claws make contact. Tears streak down his cheeks, and he can't control his sobs as he feels three pairs of eyes on him.

"We're not going to hurt you, Aeon," she says, voice soft like a breeze. "Why would we hurt you? Darling, you're pack."

That's enough to shock Aeon out of his tears, opening his eyes to meet hers. "I'm not anybody's pack," He says, voice shaking as Cirrus's face falls. "I've never been anybody's pack."

"You're our pack, Aeon," she breathes. "Darling, you are as much our pack as any of us here. I'm sorry we haven't been clear about it."

Dew nods, taking a hesitant step forward. "Voidling, we all love you. I swear to the Father Below, none of us will ever hurt you," he says, sinking to his knees by Cirrus's side, his hands palm up and open on his thighs. "I'm sorry we kept pushing you."

Aeon wipes his eyes with the oversized sleeves of his hoodies, sniffling as Swiss kneels at Cirrus's other side. There's enough distance between the three of them and him that he doesn't feel cornered, but something in him feels right having them close.

"What did you mean, buggy, that you've never been anybody's pack?" Swiss asks, gold eyes full of something Aeon realizes with a start is concern. "You don't have to tell us, we just want to understand."

Aeon makes eye contact with Swiss for the first time since he lashed out. "Nobody wants a quintessence runt," he whispers. "Been on my own for a long time."

"Aeon, voidling," Dew says. "You're not alone anymore. You don't have to be."

"Besides, we do want you, buggy," Swiss says. "We want you in our pack so much. We want to see you, more than just glances. We're not solitary creatures, you know."

Cirrus reaches out hesitantly, her hand open and non-threatening, claws glamoured away. "Can I touch you, darling boy?"

Aeon nods and launches himself into her arms, burying his face in the crook of her neck, breathing her honeysuckle-jasmine scent. "You promise you're not gonna hurt me?" he whispers.

"May I be banished to the Pits if I break that promise, darling," she whispers in his ear. She notices the chunk missing from the shell of his ear, holds him closer as she purrs soothingly. Swiss sets a gentle hand on the small of his back, and Dew runs glamoured fingers through his shaggy hair. "You'll never be hurt again."

They kneel there on the kitchen floor for a while, until Aeon shifts uncomfortably. Cirrus moves to let him go, and he clings harder, whimpering. "Please," he whispers. "Just, my knees hurt."

Cirrus chuckles, shifting herself. "Mine too. Are you alright if we go to the couches in the common room? Far more comfortable than the kitchen floor."

He tenses, but nods, hesitantly extricating himself from Cirrus's arms. Swiss helps him to his feet, leading the group to the oversized futon in the common room. Aeon and Swiss lay down, Aeon curled up to the multi-ghoul's warm chest, his arms wrapped tight around him. Cirrus sidles up against Aeon's back, rubbing soft patterns along his bicep over the hoodie. Dew lays horizontal to them, letting Aeon rest his head on the softness of his stomach, purring like a rusty motor.

One by one, the other ghouls join the cuddle pile, Aeon in the center, and he's never felt safer in his life. He chuffs, safe and content, drifting off to sleep, surrounded by the soft breathing of his pack.

#dot's writing #aeon ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #cirrus ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #anon request

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wrathofrats · 11 days

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idk why but I thought you may like the idea of Aurora, when she's new to performing publicly, fears that the fans may see her as "the innocent one" or something similar due to her being Very Obviously Smol in comparison to the other ghouls, ghoulettes, and of course, Papa. Being, y'know, a demon, she instead decides she wants to be the raunchiest one on stage...

So she decides to try and sneak a flash of some kind to the crowd during a ritual and it may go a bit further than she intends :]

I hope this is ok!! I modified the request a bit bc I was having thoughts and ideas. It’s maybe a bit misogynistic, dew and Swiss really teasing Aurora over the whole innocent thing. But I am a gay woman so I’m allowed to perpetuate sexist stereotypes and if you disagree you’re also sexist. (THIS IS A JOKE) but know the banter is in good fun, they’re obv all some kind of poly bonded pack thing so auroras gucci.

Or aurora decides to throw her panties into the crowd, and things don’t exactly go her way (based on that panties on dews guitar gif you know the one)

“I’m not doing this with you right now dew” Aurora grumbles, batting his hands off of her.

Dew looks too smug. Like hes won some secret game that Aurora doesn’t know about. A mischievous glint in his eye that makes Aurora want to kick him in the balls to hopefully neuter his perpetual horniness.

It’s their own little tradition at this point in the tour. Swiss and dew and whoever else was bored would come hang out in the ghoulettes dressing room while they pinned their hair to fit neatly under their helmets and to apply the black face paint. Dew usually showed up to steal cumulus’ never ending supply of bobby pins, and swiss was there to help with smearing the paint onto everyone.

“Iighten up your highness” dew laughs, backing away from her with his hands up as if he didn’t just wrap them around her body to grab at her waist. “You’re not this prudish when you come knocking at my hotel door”

“I’m not a prude,” Aurora grumbles. Swiss and dew giggle to themselves as Aurora swipes her hands at them to make them back up from where she’s placed herself on the counter. She can feel cirrus’ glare through the mirror, directed at the two idiots that are currently still laughing among themselves.

“You’re telling me you’re not ms ‘don’t mention sex around the other ghouls! They can’t know I’ve fucked you!’” Swiss teases, his voice pitching to mock auroras. “Come on princess, I don’t know why you demand to be seen as so innocent.”

Aurora wants to scream at them to leave their dressing room already. Dew and Swiss can tend to be idiots while they’re separated, but together? Aurora isn’t sure how they manage to lose brain cells when they combine.

“I just didn’t want anyone knowing I’ve fucked you, I don’t care about anyone else”

She’s not innocent like Swiss says, is she? Sure she’s smaller, tends to be more reserved in that regard, but Aurora thinks it’s unfair to call her innocent of all terms. She could be worse sure, not tending to go as far as humping the stage or groping her bandmates like dumb and dumber, but she likes her little act. She likes her swishy cape and little dances with her tambourine, and how she twirls and -

God maybe she is a princess.

The boys continue to laugh, mostly shoving each other around at this point. Aurora can hear cirrus yell at Swiss to shut up and help her with her paint, even now lost in her own thoughts. Ideas come and go, staring at her lap and swinging her legs. She’s not innocent. She’s just as bad as the rest of them and they all know that. The fans know that too, right? She’s a demon, a fucking creature from hell.

She’s not innocent.

She hops off her perch to shove her way past dew and into the bathroom to pull her uniform bottoms off. Her idea is probably stupid, will probably get her reprimanded and placed on whatever terrible chore imperator comes up with when they get back. But the reactions from the other ghouls, especially Swiss and dew, will make it worth it.

Aurora quickly takes off her panties and pulls her uniform back up, cringing at the feeling of the rough fabric against her. It’s not exactly uncomfortable, but the weird insecurity of not wearing underwear makes every sensation feel tenfold.

A 5 minute call sounds through the rooms. She grabs her underwear and hastily puts them in her pocket before running out to get in her position.

Her movements are meant to tease. Hands running over her body, jutting her hips behind her hoping Swiss will look back at her. She wants him to come on her platform, wants him to take her on the innocent act she’s been offering. She wants him to smell her through her uniform.

It’s just an extra personal part in her plan. She tries not to bounce giddily as he does notice and run behind the different set pieces to come walk up into her space. He can feel his breath on her neck as he approaches her, his all too wide smile trying to intimidate her, mock her after their conversation earlier.

Auroras lucky Swiss is good at improv, and an even better performer. Barely reacts as she shoves him to his knees. Even grabs her thighs and mock drags his tongue along her legs. Hes fucking obscene, she should’ve known the reaction she would get like this.

The real reward is the way she can see Swiss’ mouth twitch as he shoves his face right next to her cunt. He can smell her, would nose against the outline if they weren’t still performing in front of thousands of people, honestly she’s sure he’s forgotten considering the way his face turns into a snarl. Aurora is positive she will pay for this later, but for now? She couldn’t be happier.

The second phase of her plan comes once Swiss leaves. She eyes the audience carefully, eyes her bandmates to wait for the perfect opportunity. Dew turns to mess with rain, while phantom moves to mess with the audience on his side of the stage. All the ghouls are occupied, not paying attention.

Aurora pulls her panties out of her pocket, balling them in her fist so they can’t be seen through her hand. Hastily she throws them towards the crowd, praying they make it to their destination.

Whatever she prayed to however, is not listening.

They land directly next to dewdrop, right by his feet as he steps back onto them. He pulls his foot up, eyeing the black fabric in confusion. She watches in horror as he swings them around his finger, looking back at her as if he knows they’re hers,

Before hanging them on the head of his guitar. Displaying them for the whole crowd.

#hastily throws this down #hi #I know this was sent forever ago I’m so sorry #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #aurora ghoulette #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul

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ghoul-slime · 7 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He feels like a fucking idiot.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dew gasps and Rain groans in response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna go again?”

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

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redghoulettes · 6 months

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RED WITH GHOULS (2023)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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forlorn-crows · 8 months

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Crow, my dear, if it’s not too much to ask…may I make a ficlet request? Feel free to ignore this if you’re not feeling it, but I’m partway through a new drawing and could use some scene setting inspiration. Mountain, kissing Dew’s neck from behind, Dew so far gone Mountain has to hold him up. Maybe some teeth in there too~

oops its filthy too~ dew really is a sucker for neck kisses, isn't he?

hope this gives you lots of inspiration hehehe

EDIT: now with delicious art by @autumnblooms

Dew's head lolls back onto Mountain's shoulder for the umpteenth time, too gone to hold it up himself. He chokes off a moan when the earth ghoul sucks at the junction of his neck, belly fluttering and cock jumping at the touch of his tongue.

Mountain grinds up into his little body, rumbling into too hot skin. "Feel so good, fire lily," he rasps. "Taking me so well."

"Uhn," he moans eloquently, arching when Mountain scrapes his teeth over the tendon in his shoulder. Teasing the promise of a claim.

"Belial, like that, just like that, darling." Mountain thrusts lazily, but devastatingly deep and precise. "Just lie back all pretty and take my cock," he breathes hotly into Dew's ear.

“Fu-uck ye-es,” Dew groans, voice jumping with each pass of Mountain’s cock over that spot deep inside. His own cock leaks over his stomach, precum catching in his happy trail and dripping down the shaft.

Mountain kisses up his neck, leaving a messy trail of saliva until he reaches the sensitive spot behind Dew’s ear. He sucks and nibbles, thrusts getting steadily harder the longer he kisses there. The fire ghoul whines. The end of it turns into a wheeze when Mountain sucks a mark into the skin.

“You sound so lovely,” Mountain purrs. His arm tightens across Dew’s chest, really pinning him down. His other arm moves down to his thigh, big hand gripping the muscle and pulling his legs further apart. “Will you cum for me if I touch you?”

Dew squirms a little. Digs his toes into the comforter and grips Mountain’s arm. “Yeah,” he whines. “‘M close, yes, please.”

Mountain huffs a laugh into his sweaty hair. He dips his hand further down, running a finger around Dew’s stretched hole and up the seam of his balls. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Drawn up so tight, so open for me,” he groans. He drags his hand up to his cock, squeezing the base gently.

Dew keens, rolling his head back and forth. “Mountain,” he begs. “C-can’t, I—uhn f-fu—” The earth ghoul runs his thumb over the slit, snapping his hips up at the same time. Any coherent thought leaks out of Dew’s ears as quickly as the precum dripping from the head of his dick.

“Just take it,” he breathes, really pounding into him now. “Lemme make you feel good.”

“Oh Lu-ci-fer,” Dew cries, arching sharply.

“Shhh,” Mountain soothes. “That’s it.” He speeds his hand, slick sounds filling the air around them. “Give it to me, let me hear those lovely noises.”

Dew’s got plenty of them, spilling from his slack mouth with every stroke, every thrust. And still, Mountain kisses at his neck, sucking, nipping, and laving at all the spots that make Dew gasp and clench down on his cock.

“Close,” Dew hisses. “Gonna fuckin’ cum—Mount, shit, ‘mgonnacum—”

Mountain sinks his teeth into the fire ghoul’s shoulder, turning his warning into a warbling moan. His eyes roll back and he spills over Mountain’s hand in no less than two thrusts and one pull on his cock, tail ramrod straight against the bed as he shudders through it.

#its short bc im fighting the writing demons currently #but hope you enjoy!#ask #kate #ficlet #fanfic #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountaindew #mountain x dewdrop #dewdrop x mountain #sodo ghoul #fucking take ME mountain #anyway

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miasmaghoul · 6 months

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Okay @herbal-quintessence.

A quick little something to satisfy your curiosity.

(Follow up to this fic)

"Daddy?" Aeon murmurs, tired but still incredulous. "Really?"

Aether chuckles in his ear, accompanied by the sound of rushing water. The other ghoul must be cleaning himself up.

"Really," he rumbles, fading into a yawn Aether doesn't even try to stifle.

It hasn't been too long since Dew conked out, still a sweaty, sticky mess after taking the shade of Aether's knot. Aeon hadn't expected that part; Dew's always been active participant in aftercare, needy for contact, but tonight the little ghoul had been out like a light before Aeon had even pulled out.

Aether had laughed gently at Aeon's immediate panic, but was quick to reassure him. To tell Aeon that Dew should have warned him about how his body handles the aftermath of quintessence. He'll be out for about an hour, according to Aether, and when he wakes up he'll need a bunch of water and a kiss between the horns before anything else.

Aether had also said that nothing short of armageddon itself could rouse Dew in this state, but Aeon took him off speakerphone just in case. Speaking in hushed tones himself. Wouldn't want to risk rousing the little guy, who is currently drooling onto the duvet while Aeon and Aether have a little post-nut chat.

"Didn't peg him for the type," Aeon says, reaching over to run his fingers through Dew's hair. Working out tangled ends. "Figured he'd be more of a sir guy."

Dew sniffs, smacks his lips. Snores. Aeon smiles, crosses his legs. Aether makes an amused sound then, and Aeon tips his head as though the other ghoul can see him.

"Who said it was for him?"

It takes a moment for Aeon to process the words, the gears in his head chugging along at half speed after all his hard work. His brain feels like it's been poached, fuzzy with electric heat. When he figures out what Aether means, and he can say is,

"Oh."

"Oh," Aether teases, breathy and feminine.

Aeon has to chuckle - he's sure that's probably what he just sounded like. He couldn't help it, really. Aether wanting to be called daddy? Surely that discovery is enough to warrant an embarrassing noise or two.

"And for the record," he continues, accompanied by a shuffling sound. A shirt being changed, maybe. "He isn't a sir guy either."

Well that's interesting.

"Oh yeah?" Aeon takes his hand back from Dew's hair to rest it over his suddenly tingly cock. No way he's getting anything else out of it tonight, but the pressure feels nice regardless. "What kinda guy is he, then?"

"That's for you to figure out, pet," Aether tells him, a playful tilt to the words. "I'm not one to spoil things."

Aeon snorts, but doesn't press. There's no fun in being told these things anyway. Better to learn by doing.

"Fiiiiiine," he sighs anyway, sounding woefully put out. "Ruin my fun."

"Any time," Aether replies, and he next laugh is one they share.

Aeon yawns then, tired to his bones. He slides down the bed, does a half roll so he lands on his side, scooches himself across the mattress until he's at Dew's side. Close enough to reach out and rest a hand on his back, tacky with their combined drying sweat.

"Think I'm gonna doze while I can," he mumbles, nosing at Dew's temple. "Will he wake me up if he has to?"

"You can count on it," Aether assures him. There's a pause then, a break in mood, and then Aether huffs. "Give him an extra kiss from me, would you?"

Aeon may still be new here, but he knows pining when he hears it.

"'Course," he says, pressing his lips to the shell of Dew's ear. "Anything you want me to tell him while I'm at it?"

Aether chuffs.

"You don't have to worry about that part. He knows everything I want to say."

Aeon's sure that's true.

"Consider it done," he slurs, body heavy and eyes heavier. "Nap time now."

Aether laughs, and Aeon feels fuzzy all over.

"Sleep well," he coos, kind. "And thank you. For tonight."

"Any time," he yawns, and despite that pervasive heaviness he manages to smirk when he adds, "daddy."

A clatter answers him, Aether swears in the distance, and Aeon hopes his phone didn't hit the floor screen-first.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #aeon ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #i realize you left this tag A While ago but the juice ain't been juicin lmao #hope you enjoy anyway!!

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sentientgolfball · 8 months

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Hello! Can I request a Phantom x Reader where reader is heavily tattooed? Like from her fingers to her feet, but it's typically hidden by her uniform and dress glove, and Phantom finds out. Can be Sfw or Nsfw, which you feel like writing! Thank you!

All of you are personally responsible for my Phantom brainrot only getting worse <3 I hope you enjoy it anon

Went nsfw for this one cause why the hell not sooooo

18+ MDNI

My requests are open !

Your head shot up at the sound of multiple voices getting louder and louder. You immediately noticed a gaggle of ghouls making their way to the dock, arms full of various beach day supplies and copious amounts of alcohol. You grumbled and sunk below the surface, letting the water envelope you in its cool embrace. It has been extraordinarily hot for the past two weeks and you were over it. The Ministry was so stuffy with all the bodies and the habits weren’t exactly made out of the most breathable material. The only people who seemed even remotely comfortable were the fire ghouls who resided on site.

You were sick of it. Everyday you woke up and prayed to the Lords below that it would be cooler, or at least let a breeze pass through, and everyday it seemed to only get hotter. You had reached your limit. You worked yourself half to death over the weekend and early into the week so that you could squeeze in a day off or two to go be lazy at the lake. And that’s exactly what you were doing, or it was. You resurfaced when you felt your lungs start to burn with lack of oxygen and began to swim back to the beach. You were a bit annoyed about the fact that your lazy day got interrupted. It’s not that you didn’t like the ghouls per say but they were very energetic and very loud and you had really been enjoying quietly floating around.

Oh well.

You had been at the lake for hours now so you can’t complain too much. When you got to the shallows you stood and walked the rest of the way to where your stuff was set up and the moment you did you heard the calls from the ghouls. You weren’t all that surprised. You had worn a swimsuit that left little to the imagination. You always did when you went to the lake, it was just about your only chance to really show off the ink that adorned every inch of your body. You were proud of them. You hated that your everyday habit covered up almost all of them.

You ignored the ghouls while you packed up your things and dried off. When you were finished you wrapped your towel around your waist forgoing the clothes you brought to put on. It was still too damn hot. As you turned to leave you made eye contact with one of the ghouls at the dock and immediately recognized him as the new quintessence ghoul. Phantom. Oh the look on his face was priceless. He was completely frozen in place staring at you as you walked past, slack jawed, eyes roaming over your body. His cheeks were dusted a deep plum color and you would bet money that it’s not from the heat. You felt a surge of confidence, suddenly completely forgetting about your earlier annoyance. You gave him a little wave before you completely passed the dock on your trek back to the Ministry. Just before you were out of earshot you heard the teasing voices of Dew and Rain.

“Aww the new kids got a crush on the sister.”

“I mean can you blame him? You’ve seen how that back tat looks when she—“

The thought was quickly cut off by a yelp and a splash. You laughed at the mental image of Phantom shoving the little fire ghoul into the water. You also couldn’t help your own blush creeping onto your face. You thought the quintessence ghoul was very cute. He was always so eager to help and learn about human things. He constantly looked like a puppy seeing a Christmas tree for the first time and it made you smile. You also really wanted to wreck him. Something about the thought of getting a ghoul to beg and cry as a human turned you on. You pocketed that thought for later, though, because right now your focus was on finding a way to spend your day off not dying in a pool of your own sweat. Maybe the kitchen staff would let you read in the walk in?

~~~

You ended up taking a nice long shower to wash the lake smell away and binge watched a series a friend had recommended to you for the remainder of your day. You groaned when you heard the bells chime signaling that dinner was ready in the feast hall. You had begrudgingly pulled your habit and gloves back on. You didn’t hate your position as an occultist-in-training but the uniform was a bit much in your opinion, especially compared to other Sibling’s outfits. You sighed, adjusted yourself one final time in the mirror and left.

That’s where you are now. Sitting in the hall trying your hardest to focus on whatever gossip your friends were sharing, but that was almost impossible with the feeling of Phantom burning holes into the back of your head. You noticed him staring the minute you entered the feast hall and he hasn’t looked away since. You considered walking over to him, trying to speak with him, but you didn’t want to seem too forward. Then you contemplated returning his gaze, but you know your group would’ve clocked what you were doing immediately and you were not in the mood to entertain an interrogation. So you sat there quietly wolfing down your meal so you could get the hell out and back to your room.

You waited for a lull in the conversation before standing and leaving, bidding everyone a good night. You walked down the hallways a few feet before glancing around to make sure no Clergy or higher Siblings were around before ripping your gloves. It was still too damn hot to be wearing your full uniform.

“So it is you.”

You jump at the sound of a voice. You spin around only to find Phantom standing right behind you.

“Where the hell did you come from?”

“I think you answered your own question.”

You crack a smile at his joke before moving to put the gloves back on. He grabs your wrist.

“Don’t. I like them” he brushes his thumb over the design of the raised skin “I think they’re pretty.”

“Is that why you were staring all night?” You tease knowing damn well none of your tattoos are visible in uniform. He blushed and when he speaks his voice is a bit higher.

“Well no I mean yes I was just…confused? You smelled the same but you looked completely different. I wasn’t sure if I had the right person.”

His explanation gives you the perfect idea to end your little lazy day.

“Do you wanna see them again?” you step closer to him “all of them?”

It’s adorable how quickly he nods his head, tail wagging in the air behind him.

You really have no idea how it happens. You close the door to your room and he’s immediately on you, though not in the way you expected. He’s squeezing you tight against him, wrapping his tail around your leg, but you don’t miss the way the spade sways dangerously close to your clothed clit. Or the way you can feel his dick getting chubby with interest. You’ve been with ghouls before. You know he can smell your arousal. Hell, he’s a quintessence ghoul he can probably feel it. You assume he’s just trying to draw out the electric energy of anticipation. He laughs and you get your answer.

You decide to ruin his plans and pull him straight into a deep kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. He kisses you back just as passionately, tightening his grip on your hips. You shudder at the feeling of his claws digging in. He pulls back suddenly panting ever so slightly.

“Can I see them now?” His eyes roam your form.

“Only if you ask nicely.”

He huffs a laugh and you’re about ready to respond when you feel the tip of his tail ghost over your clit. You gasp at the sudden feeling and smack him lightly on the arm.

“I said ask.” You say as you begin to pull your top off.

“It worked didn’t it?” He shrugs his shoulders with a smile. You throw the ball of fabric at his head. He pulls it off with a laugh, but stops when he sees your bare chest. You can see the outline of his cock straining against his pants.

“You can touch them.” You whisper suddenly feeling a bit flustered by the way he’s looking at you. He slowly brings his hands to your forearms, trailing them up to your shoulders before letting go and tracing the design on your abdomen.

“Have you never seen tattoos before?” You ask, watching his hands.

“Of course I have but I just…I’ve never seen a human with so many. They’re all so different. They’re so beautiful. You’re beautiful.”

You wrap your arms around the back of his head and pull him into another kiss sliding the tip of your tongue into the fork of his. You moan into his mouth when you feel his hands slide up to squeeze and knead your tits, swiping his thumb over your nipples. You thread your fingers through his hair, giving it a light tug before taking a few steps backwards towards your bed. You pull him without breaking contact as you fall into the plush mattress. You pull his head up by his hair to meet your eyes eliciting a breathy moan from him. His hands are rubbing circles into your hips, gently sliding over the hem of your pants.

“Please?” He whines out not taking his eyes off the tattoo that dips below the waistline.

“Fuck go right ahead baby boy.” You wiggle your hips to help him as he makes quick work of taking your pants and underwear off in one go before tossing his own shirt off who knows where.

You’re both left staring in awe at each other, him completely enamored by the art adorning your skin, you mesmerized by the lichtenberg figure scars cutting through the entire left half of his body. Of course you had seen the scars on his face, but you had no idea they continued down so low.

“You can touch them.” He says mirroring your positions from earlier. You prop yourself up on your elbows and lean forward to trail soft kisses from the epicenter to the branch that strikes up his neck pulling little whines and whimpers from him. You gasp and pull back when the scars pulse purple and little sparks of magic zap through you.

“Shit sorry. I’m sorry. I can’t control it when I get excited.” He looks a little fearful.

You just laugh and brush your hands over your lips “No it’s alright. It just shocked me.”

There’s a heartbeat of silence before Phantom busts out laughing and you throw your head into the pillow with a groan at the accidental pun.

“Alright that’s it, no more sex. That was too embarrassing.”

“Nah you’re stuck with me now.” He lays his whole weight on you and buries his face into the crook of your neck purring wildly. The laugh you felt bubbling up turns into a moan when you feel him drag his fangs over your pulse point. He sucks a bruise into the skin before biting hard enough to leave a mark. He trails his lips from your shoulder to your collarbone, pausing briefly to add some art of his own on your tits before continuing down your abdomen to your hips. He makes sure to take his time, practically worshiping each design with his mouth when he passes over them. The whole thing has you shuddering and squirming beneath him.

He scrapes his fangs from the tattoo on your hip to the one on your thigh.

“I wonder if they’d make you taste different.”

You knock him in the head gently with your knee.

“Don’t even think about it. I like that one too much for you to give me a piercing.”

He hums in disappointment “Fine. I can always taste something else.” He says before burying himself between your legs.

You gasp at the suddenness of it and scramble to find something to grasp. Your hand makes its way right back into his hair as he drags his forked tongue from your slit to your clit. He circles his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking, causing you to moan and push your hips closer to him. You feel him loop his tongue around your clit before snaking down to lap at your entrance.

“Shit Phantom. Just like that. You’re such a good boy.” He moans against you as more sparks of quintessence ripple across his skin and over yours. You make a mental note of that reaction before you feel his impossibly long tongue sliding into you.

You arch against his face, involuntarily squeezing your thighs around his head as you feel him lick places you didn’t even know existed. Your legs tremble as the gentle probing of his tongue becomes steadier, more earnest.

“If you keep doing that I’m gonna fuck—“ He flexes his claws against the meat of your thighs as his brow furrows in a concentration you’ve never seen from the ghoul. He swirls his tongue through your folds before pushing it all the way back in, burying his nose against your clit. You can feel the swell of your orgasm deep in your stomach as he fucks you with this tongue. Another pulse of quintessence shoots through you and you can’t hold back. Your eyes slam shut as you cum against his face, moaning out a string of curses and praises.

He pulls back and sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before licking it. His eyes roll to the back of his head.

“I need you. Right now.”

“You can fucking have me baby boy.”

He lets out a pleased trill and makes quick work of unbuckling his belt and wiggling out of his pants and boxers. As he’s doing this, you flip over onto your back. You feel him run the tips of his claws reverently tracing the tat there before sliding down to squeeze your ass. You look over your shoulder at him only to be met with the biggest, blown out eyes you’ve ever seen.

“What?” You say cocking your head innocently “Just wanted to show you exactly what Dew was talking about.”

He blushes so deep he’s practically glowing. The sight makes you laugh as you slowly lift your hips and tuck your knees to your stomach. He wastes no time in getting behind you. He digs his fingers into your hips to steady himself as he slowly drags the head of his cock against your slick.

“Still can’t believe how wet humans get.” He mutters more to himself before he’s sliding gradually into you. You both moan when he bottoms out. He pauses for a moment letting you get accustomed to the feeling of him before he gives you a few experimental thrusts. You push your hips back against him searching for more and he gives it to you. He slides almost all the way out before pushing back in with one snap of his hips. He starts up a rhythmic pace as you arch your back and moan into the pillow.

“You’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You’re so good.” He whines watching the way the design of the ink shifts and stretches with each movement of your body. His head rolls back on his shoulders when you clench around him. He snakes his hands between your thighs and rubs at your clit as he snaps into you, dragging the head of his cock against your walls. The air pulses with quintessence and when you turn your head to breathe you can see the room aglow with purple lighting. You steal a glance behind you and see his scars pulsing with magic, his head thrown back in absolute ecstasy. You can see his lips moving but you can’t hear anything coming out.

You feel another ripple of quintessence and you squeeze around him with a moan. He keens forward and drapes himself over you searching for your hands while he desperately ruts into you. You feel the rubber band snap within you.

“Phantom oh fuck I’m gonna—“ another spark of magic and you’re done for. You cum on his cock, crying out little praises of ‘good boy’ as the wave of pleasure engulfs you.

It only takes a few more thrusts before you feel him pull out and splash hotly onto your back.

“Holy shit.” You pant out, letting yourself go limp into the bed.

“Blasphemous.” he laughs and grabs his discarded shirt off the floor to wipe his spend off of you.

When he’s done you roll back over only to be met with his glowing eyes looking down affectionately at you. You open your arms and he practically jumps into them shifting your positions around so that he’s the one holding you. You give him a kiss and scratch behind his pointed ear, smiling when you hear his tail thump against the bed. He keeps you pressed close to him. You can already feel his dick stiffening again.

So maybe you were in for a longer night than you expected.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #phantom x reader #i hope you like it anon <3 #nameless ghoul x reader #ghost fic #mdni #golfball writes

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belle--ofthebrawl · 6 days

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Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: Ifrit/Rain, mentions of Ifrit/Dewdrop/Rain

Tags: Public Masturbation, Semi-public blowjobs, possessive behavior, Cuckolding, kink denial on Dew's part but it's fine he's fine it's fine they're all fine.

Summary:

"Dewdrop." He finishes stupidly.

Rain shrugs, a strap of his camisole falling down one shoulder with the motion.

"My Dewdrop…" he muses, tracing patterns on Ifrit's thigh. "I like the sound of that."

Ifrit doesn't remember how the night began and he's certain he won't remember how it ends but that doesn't matter right now. Right now he's got a nice buzz going, a nice grassy spot under a tree to stare at the sky and his hand wrapped around his cock because hey. Why not.

If he concentrates, he can hear the others by the bonfire, still whooping and hollering as they dance and fight and fuck. He could join them but that would mean moving more than just his hand across his dick and he's not really feeling it right now. More interested in feeling himself. Maybe one of the others will stumble across, offer their own hand or mouth or even more but for now, Ifrit's intent on a little self-love.

There's no point in saying he's not vain because he absolutely is. This physical form had been good-looking to start with and when he found out he could modify it? Just by moving around or getting inked up? Siblings were practically lining up at the gate for his, heh, personal attention in the gym as a trainer. He was completely focused and professional during classes. But once that session was up? They knew where to find him.

Wasn't just the human Clergy either. Mist liked it when he wrestled with her, winner take all. Alpha needed the occasional beatdown too and Omega was perfect for when he wanted his ankles by his ears and a fat cock pushing so far into his guts he could taste it.

Just thinking about it made a pretty pearl of cum bead up from his tip. He smears it over the ruddy head with his thumb, rolls his hips as he toys with the slit and thinks about the others.

Dew was so cute to rile up. He could get spitting mad over some teasing and all Ifrit would have to do was look down and see where all the blood went. Only made the little guy madder, but all Ifrit had to do to apologize was kiss it until it was all better and the flush on Dew’s face was from pleasure and not fury.

Been a while since they hooked up, Ifrit thinks. A little bittersweetness lies in the memories, how Dew had found himself wrapped up in a new role and a new pack while Ifrit was left behind but he doesn't hold a grudge. Just wishes they could meet up again, see if he still has a temper or he’s gotten it under control. Ifrit's seen the way that multi-ghoul needles him, nothing short of a masterpiece there. He’d love to team up with him to make Dew cry sometime and his cock throbs in agreement.

Then there's that pretty water ghoul. Rain. Ifrit's been dying to get to know him all kinds of ways. See if he gets as wet as Dew used to, before his transition. He saw the two of them earlier, before the party really got going and okay, they looked good together. Dew looked downright snappy whenever someone tried to lure Rain away and that was just adorable. Like a dragon angrily guarding the first shiny trinket of its horde.

Monogamy isn't really a thing to the ghouls. Why would it be? Still, sometimes they can get possessive over each other. Dew's definitely got the worst case of it Ifrit's ever seen over Rain. He'd curled himself tight around the water ghoul, scenting him something fierce. Ifrit could pick it up from halfway across the field. And okay, it was a little cute. New love, and all that.

He blinks. Right, that's how he came to be here pumping his dick. He got so caught up in the vision of Dew and Rain and their entangled limbs, combined with the noises of a few threesomes happening, his mind laid out a beautiful picture of himself sandwiched between the two of them. Maybe he could coach Rain on how best to rile up Dew, get his little cock as red as his face. What to say to make his brow furrow even as he huffs out a too-quick orgasm.

Speaking of…

His balls already tight, Ifrit lets himself go and sighs at the way it aches when he does. He's got better stamina but he's been here a while, whatever he drank is working its dirty little magic on him and the night is still young. Wouldn't want to wear himself out too quickly.

If he listens, he can hear Mist crying in that perfect way she does when someone's licking her cunt and someone else is doing her gills. Belial, she's cute. Maybe he just has a thing for water ghouls, but who wouldn't with all their sensitivities and tendencies to get so wet. Maybe he should get up and join them, attack her gills from the other side and really get her going, get a few fingers stuffed up her cunt, make her squirt like she always does. His hand wraps around himself again and before he knows it, he's got his tongue in Rain's gills instead, frenching him from the inside while he bounces on Ifrit's lap, claws digging into his shoulders. Feeling Rain gasp for air as he creams around Ifrit's cock, Dew’s eyes dark with fury.

“You look like you're having fun.” Comes a soft voice and Ifrit chuckles, squeezing the base of his cock.

“Just thinking about you.” He says honestly, cracking his eye to peer at Rain. He looks good tonight. Always looks good but this is the first time Ifrit's seen him in something other than his uniform, a pair of light blue shorts that skim the tops of his thighs and a sleeveless shirt with thin straps and thinner fabric. Ifrit’s eyes lazily slide up and then firmly look back down, no shame. Dew’s not here to hiss and snarl, Ifrit's going to take advantage. As much as Rain will let him.

“We’ve never been properly introduced.” Rain muses, coming closer. “I know your name though. Seen you around. Seen some footage.”

“Do you like what you see?” Ifrit asks, angling himself so Rain can get an eyeful of his body, toned muscles and cock on full display. Like before. He's not shy about his own vanity. He half expects his confidence to intimidate the quiet water ghoul but Rain…Rain laughs at him. No one's ever laughed at Ifrit before.

He doesn't know if he likes it or not.

“Dew said you were cocky.” He drops to his hands and knees, tail coiling behind him. His eyes narrow as he comes up between Ifrit's thighs and smiles with a little too much fang for comfort. “He wouldn't be happy if he knew I was with you.”

“Then why are you here anyway?” Ifrit asks bluntly, trying to regain a foothold in the strange shift that he's pretty sure just happened.

“Because sometimes it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission.” Rain tells him with a nip to his skin that sends Ifrit reeling. No way this is happening. He can still smell Dew on Rain's clothes, smoke and anger and lust. So much lust.

"Isn't Dewdrop your, uh…" Boyfriend is the first word that comes to mind but it doesn't feel right. Too human, too exclusive. Packmate would be the best option yet it still feels too casual for whatever the hell those two have going on. He and Dew were packmates and they were never so touchy-feely as he is with Rain. He vaguely remembers Dew getting a little weird about Aether when he was first summoned but it still had nothing on how he behaved now. Rain seems to humor it and continue to do his own thing when Dew's not looking but he still doesn't want to get on the little guy's bad side and ruin any possibilities.

"Dewdrop." He finishes stupidly.

Rain shrugs, a strap of his camisole falling down one shoulder with the motion.

"My Dewdrop…" he muses, tracing patterns on Ifrit's thigh. "I like the sound of that."

His fingers tickle dangerously high and Ifrit squirms against the tree.

"Well," Rain continues thoughtfully, casually wrapping his hand around the base of Ifrit's cock, hiding the sudden flare of his tattoos as he begins to stroke him slowly. "My Dewdrop said he didn't want you touching me. So don't touch me. And we'll be alright."

Ifrit feels far from alright at this moment in time, but then Rain's bowing to dab his soft tongue to the underside and he can't find it in him to argue. The first gentle lap hits him harder than a punch, the second, somehow even worse. Rain entertains himself with Ifrit's cock like he's got all the time in the world; sliding the foreskin to and fro over the ridge, mouthing at the tip and going even lower to fit both of Ifrit's balls in his mouth. Going back up and rubbing his cheek against the head to smear the beads of pre cum all across his face.

"These are pretty," he remarks, so casual as if he was admiring a garden or a display of jewelry. Ifrit doesn't even know what he's talking about at first until Rain starts tracing the outline of his tattoos with his tongue. He got them done months ago, glyphs written and designed to further pleasure a partner. Maybe one or two thrown in so no matter how he thrusts, he always hits the best spots.

"Enchanted?" He asks, looking at Ifrit with his dark eyes, pressing a kiss to the shaft. Ifrit nods stupidly, fingers curling in the grass to keep from grabbing Rain's head and pushing him down again, make that pretty mouth drool with how Ifrit would fuck it.

"Thought so." Rain says with satisfaction. "I like the way it tingles when I touch them. Must feel good to get fucked by a cock like this."

"I've had no complaints." Ifrit gasps as Rain lays his tongue flat to slap his cock against it. He's such an active participant in his past flings that it feels off-putting to just sit here and let himself be…be toyed with. He doesn't even think Rain's blinked once since settling between his thighs and it's unnerving.

"When Dew calms down a bit," Rain starts, moving Ifrit's cock this way and that to admire all of his tattoos as they glow. "With this whole possessive thing. Maybe I'll ride it."

"Fuh-" Ifrit hisses as a large blurt of precum oozes out of his slit. Rain drinks it down then goes even further, opening his jaw for Ifrit to easily slide in without grazing any fangs. "Fucking, oh, oh that's good."

He's so pent up from touching himself earlier, thinking he wouldn't have to worry about stamina. Now he's got Rain making the sweetest, choked noises as he fucks his face on Ifrit's dick, nice and sloppy, getting his saliva all over Ifrit's balls while he gags on it. Ifrit's tearing up handfuls of grass as Rain brutalizes his own throat, moaning and trying to stifle his moans at the same time, lest Dewdrop catch them in the act and get royally pissed off.

Rain would probably just kiss him with a mouth of Ifrit's cum, his brain offers up and it's over.

He cums with a pained noise, faster than he'd like to but again he’d been working himself up decently beforehand and if he knew Rain was going to go to town on him, he would have saved his stamina. He tries to warn Rain with a stuttered exclamation as his body locks up. Rain just pulls away to tug at his cock and Ifrit starts praying Rain will put it back in his mouth and swallow but he keeps pumping his hand at first. Aims so the first spray lands thick over his eyelashes, the second glossing his full lips, smearing the head around before kissing it and pushing down to take Ifrit in, letting him finish directly down his tight throat.

“Fuck!” Ifrit shouts, hitting his head on the tree when he throws it back, trying to fuck Rain's mouth for the last few flexes of his cock. Rain keeps still, lets his jaw hang open as Ifrit pushes his cum back in as it drools out, relishing the slide of Rain’s tongue on his skin even as he slips into oversensitivity and the friction is too much. Rain lets him go with a final kiss and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he sits up tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. Ifrit's cum is dabbed off Rain’s eyelashes with his ring finger, also licked clean. There's something almost feline about him as he does it, looking so beautiful in the fractured moonlight coming down from between the branches.

"Can I," Ifrit starts. "Do you…anything?" He sounds stupid to himself and can't even imagine what he sounds like to Rain, staring down at him with a passive, unreadable expression.

"I already got mine." He says carelessly, flopping back and spreading his thighs to show off the wet fabric of his tight little shorts clinging to his cunt. Ifrit swallows thickly, eyes riveted on the way he drags his fingers softly over it. He can see the way they bump over the shape of his swollen clit and Ifrit moans right along with Rain when he rubs the tip of it.

"Swiss and Aether." He tells Ifrit, a subtle lift at the corners of his mouth. He raises a leg and uses the motion to flip himself over, lifting his tail to reveal another damp spot just underneath that's slowly drooled out enough cum to combine with the first one.

"Mountain."

Ifrit practically convulses with the longing stab of arousal the sight gives him, wheezing as Rain wiggles his shorts down to give him a better look at his well-used holes, swaying his hips and letting them gape for the briefest of moments, before shimmying his clothes back on and doing something elegant and twisted that results in him standing up, hand on his hip. Looking down at Ifrit with an amused little smile.

“Dew always forgives me if I confess everything. Helps to give him a demonstration too…So he knows what he missed out on.” It's said in such a blaisè tone for all the heavy implications in the words, Ifrit can't quite believe what he just heard. Just stares open mouthed at Rain with his soft cock wilting against his thigh and his ears ringing. Rain covers his laugh and leans close. Lets Ifrit get a nice view of his tits down his top as he takes two fingers, the two he'd touched himself with, and pets Ifrit's tongue. Before he knows what he's doing, he closes his lips around them and sucks, shivering at the faint taste of salt and sex.

“You're cute.” Rain says. “I hope I get to play with you again.”

He tries to say something but what exactly he wants to say he doesn't know. It just comes out as a stupid little uh-huh around Rain’s fingers as he withdraws them. He chases them but then Rain’s giving him a little head shake, wiping them on Ifrit's cheek and he falls back, defeated and stunned. Rain giving him that mischievous little smile the whole time.

“See you ‘round.” He says, tapping those same two fingers against his eyebrows, giving Ifrit a lazy salute. The fingers go from his temple to his mouth, where Rain spreads them and licks lasciviously in between with a wicked little wink before turning and walking off, leaving Ifrit to stare at the way his hips swing in well fucked and insouciant little half circles. How he's not limping is beyond anyone's guess.

“Damn…” he wheezes, head hitting the trunk. “Just… damn.”

What a night.

#Ifrit x rain #rain x dewdrop #ifrit x rain x dewdrop #nsft #cw cucking #damn i actually finished it really quick. that means there's something wrong with it.

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