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chapel-of-rizztual · 7 months

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Mommy Lus helping Dew through a unexpected heat? -🌱

*pterodactyl screaming* y’all know how I feel about mommy Lus!!

she’s a long one buckle down

Cumulus was pulled out of a deep sleep by a banging at her bedroom door. It wasn’t really a banging, more of a tapping but it was relentless enough to wake her up. The clock on her bedside table reads 03:44 and she sighs, pulling the duvet off her. This better be an emergency.

She pulls the door open to reveal a very dishevelled Dewdrop. His hair was a mess, matted and tangled, damp with sweat with the little wispy hairs stuck to his forehead. He was almost naked except for a pair of boxers which had a very obvious tent. There was a red blotchiness that started at his chest and traveled all the way up to his tear damp cheeks.

“Dew?” She questions, the confusion evident in her voice.

Dew’s eyes dart to her for a brief second before flicking away and looking anywhere else but her, the blush on his cheeks darkening.

“I-um, help? Please.”

Cumulus is confused for a second more before she catches his scent, cinnamon and roasted marshmallows, overly sweet and almost suffocating. Oh.

Dew braves looking at her again, his pupils blown so wide there’s just a thin ring of blue around the edges.

“I can’t- it won’t stop.” His eyes well with tears at his bottom lip wobbles. “Please help me. Please make it stop, mommy.” He hiccups.

Cumulus pulls him into her room and into her arms, pushing the door shut behind her. Dew buries his face into her chest, rubbing his cheek against her breast.

“Please, mommy. I’ll be good, i promise, I’ll be good.” He grinds himself against her thigh, panting.

Cumulus runs her fingers through his sweat damp hair, untangling the knots and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Oh, I know you will be. Such a good boy for me aren’t you?”

Dew sobs and nods into her chest, his arms coming to wrap around her as he squeezes at the fat on her hips. “I want- will you help me?” He looks up at her with watery eyes. “Please?”

Cumulus tilts his head back with a finger under his chin and brings her lips down to his in a sweet kiss. Dew whimpers into it, his knees going weak as he squeezes at her hips again, grinding his cock into her thigh even harder. The kiss turns filthy quickly as Dew licks into her mouth with another pathetic whimper, his hands sliding up her body to paw at her tits. Her rolls her nipples through her sleep shirt as she takes over the kiss, pulling his head back even more with a fistful of his hair making Dew moan into her mouth.

She breaks off the kiss just as Dew begins to grind into her thigh faster. She laughs lightly at him when he chases her lips with a small whine and a pout.

“Go get in my bed, baby.” She runs a thumb over his bottom lip. “Go get comfy and I’ll be there in a minute.”

Dew gives one last squeeze to her breasts before scampering off, stripping his boxers off leaving them in a heap on the floor, and climbs into her bed, sitting himself up against the headboard. Cumulus turns to lock the door before turning back to face the bed, stripping off as she goes. Dew whines watching her strip off, practically drooling over her as he fists a hand over his cock desperately.

Once she’s fully naked she climbs back onto her bed, straddling Dew’s thighs. Dew immediately grips at her thighs, kneading the flesh under his hands slightly, his cock bobbing against his stomach.

He looks up at her with so much love and admiration in his eyes Cumulus feels her cunt throb. She leans back down to pull him back into a kiss and he goes so easily, letting her lead as she pushes her tongue into his mouth. He whimpers into it, his hips bucking upwards on their own accord. Cumulus grinds down onto him, smearing her slick over his cock making him moan loudly and his eyes flutter shut.

Dew pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their mouths that he rubs away. “Mommy, please. I want-please.”

Cumulus runs a hand down his jawline, rubbing a thumb over his spit damp lips.

“What do you want, baby? What do you need?”

“I want-oh.” His hips twitch again, pushing his cock in between her slick folds. “I want- please.” He looks shyly up at her. “Will you sit on it? Please?”

“Yeah, babyboy? Want me to ride you?”

Dew throws his head back with a groan, hitting the headboard. “Please, mommy. Want that so bad.” There are tears welling in his eyes again as he paws at her hips desperately trying to pull her onto him.

“Easy, baby. You don’t need to be so desperate.” She runs a hand down his chest, thumbing at his nipples. “I thought you were a good boy for me?”

Dew cried out, throwing his head back again as the tears that had previously welled in his eyes now spilled down his cheeks. “I’m good, I’m a good boy, I promise. I’ll be good for you.”

Cumulus brushes away the few stray tears on his cheeks with her thumb and pushes the digit into his mouth. Dew sucks at her thumb immediately, looking up at her from behind his damp lashes with that look of admiration in his eyes again.

“My good boy, aren’t you? So good for me.” Cumulus lifts herself up, grabbing Dew’s cock with one hand, running the head through her slick folds. She sinks down in one go, not giving him any warning and watches as his eyes roll back into his skull.

He pulls off her thumb and groans, gripping at her hips even harder. “Oh, mommy. Feels-feels so good.” He pants, feeling fully breathless under her.

Cumulus gives a little experimental roll of her hips making the both moan. “Yeah? That feel good, baby? You like mommy sitting on your cock?”

Dew whimpers, squeezing his eyes closed and nods, unable to trust his voice right now. His hands move up from her hips, back up to her breasts and squeezes, pinching her nipples making her moan. She rolls her hips down in time to Dew’s pinching and she throws her head back with pleasure, feeling her cunt flutter around him.

His head rolls forward and he buries his face in between her tits, pushing them together, fully suffocating himself. He mouths along her right breast, kissing and sucking little bruises as he makes his way down to her nipple, sucking the bud into his mouth. He looks back up at her with shy look on his face once again as he suckles at her nipple, his hand kneading at her other breast.

Cumulus strokes a hand down this face, brushing a few stray wispy hairs from his face. She can feel his knot bumping against her entrance with each roll of her hips. “You close babyboy? I know you are, you can never last long.”

Dew whines around her nipple squeezing his eyes closed and shaking his head.

“Oh, baby.” She coos at him. “There’s no point in lying I can feel the evidence.” She clenches purposefully around him and his eyes widen in shock and he lets out a surprised squeak.

“M-mommy!” He gasps out. “I-oh, oh no. Mommy, I’m- I’m gunna-I’m so close.”

“Yeah, baby? Gunna cum for me? Pop that little knot inside me and fill me up?” Cumulus bounces down onto his harder, feeling his knot so close to popping into her.

Dew whines again, feeling his thighs start to shake as he desperately tries to fight off his impending orgasm. It’s no use though, Cumulus is clenching around him so tightly, bouncing just right, and he feels his orgasm building higher and higher.

“Stop fighting it, baby.” Cumulus strokes down his face again. “Be a good boy and cum for me, my darling.”

Dew’s eyes roll back into his skull as he cums, his hips snapping upwards as his knot swells and pops inside Cumulus, filling her and locking them together. He sick harder at her nipple as his orgasm rolls through him, little gasps and whimpers leaving his lips.

“That’s it, good boy. Such a good boy, aren’t you?” Cumulus pants, slowing the movement of her hips to a slow grind before stopping completely.

Dew pulls off her nipple with a slick pop, still kneading at both her breasts. He looks back up at her, blinking owlishly at her. “Did you- you didn’t cum.” He pouts at her.

Cumulus laughs and shakes her head. “I didn’t. But that’s okay, this was about you not me.”

Dew pouts even more, a frown forming on his face. “But- you still felt good, right? I made you feel good?”

Cumulus tilts his head back and places a gentle kiss to his lips. “You made me feel very good, baby.”

Dew gives a satisfied hum, resting his forehead on her chest. “When my knot goes down, I’m gunna eat you out, make you cum all over my face.”

Cumulus kisses the top of his head, smiling down down at him sweetly. “If you feel better by then, then I won’t stop you.”

“I feel better already.” He looks up at her, a mischievous smile on his face. “You’ve got a magic pussy.”

Cumulus laughs loudly, throwing her head back. “That’s enough out of you.” She flicks lightly at his nose. “Nap time. And we’ll see how you feel after that.”

Dew yawns at the mention of a nap as Cumulus rearranges them both so she can lie down with with him, keeping his knot comfortable inside her. Dew snuggles down into her, burying his face back onto her tits, a purr rumbling through his chest. He mouths along her breast again, making his was to her nipple, sucking it back into his mouth with a contented sigh.

Cumulus shakes her head at him, but the smile on her have gives away as she watches him suckle at her nipple, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets out little sighs. A pure of her own rumbles through her chest, matching Dew’s, as she fights keeping her eyes open. It’s a fight she loses and eventually her eyes flutter shut, the pair of them falling asleep wrapped up together.

#🌱 anon #thank you for the ask!#The mommy kink has fully taken over my brain #the band ghost #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #Anonymous #my writing

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forestshadow-wolf · 2 months

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PLEASE ELABORATE ON MASK AND STRENGTH KINK!

@resident-idiot-simp @azilver

This post

For soap it's less the animosity, and more... ambiguity(?). It just has a certain umph. Like no matter how you look, no matter what it represents I still love you, I love you more for it, I'm attracted to it.

For ghost... he enjoys something who xan pick him up. He gets embarrassed, but at the same time so so giddy. Also like- you have me, just as much as I have you

#i could make this so much more kinky....#also controversial opinion (?) it's somewhat important to the longevity of a relationship to be attracted to your partner #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soapghost #ghostsoap #call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #strength kink #mask kink #el rambles #lovely ask #anon asks

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ghoultrifle · 7 months

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Hello! Can I request 108 from the smut prompt thing? Any pairing!

108: “come to my room there’s this thing i wanna try”

Dew/Phantom virginity kink with a bit of praise thrown in for good measure (2.2k words)

Hello anon, thank you for the request! I transmasced your Dew for you (clit, cunt, tiny dick, cock used), hope that’s ok! Also an homage to the sexual awakening that was the sex workers in GTA V. (and while I refer to Phantom as young, he is of course a ghoul of age)

“Hey sweetie, want a ride?” Phantom overheard from the TV’s speakers. Dew was playing a video game about stealing cars, he thinks. “Fuck yeah I do!” The fire ghoul responded in anticipation as he pressed the controller and an uncanny woman with a robotic walk climbed into the car on screen. There was some shuffling as the woman climbed atop the character Dew was controlling and they started to moan. The camera cut to a view of the car rocking while the screen continued to emit the most egregious sounds. Phantom was otherwise occupied trying his best to read The Very Hungry Caterpillar, “He ate how many oranges on Friday?!” But he never found out what else the creature ate as he began to focus on the lewd sounds now blaring in the room. The quintessence ghoul shifted in his seat. Looking down he could see, and feel, his trousers beginning to tent. Phantom was very new to his topside vessel and wasn’t exactly in tune with all the appendages. Unlike the others, he was the only male spawned in his summoning so there was no one else to experiment and learn with.

Sure his dick had kicked up in the morning, and sometimes it was wet but it never happened during the day and it never felt like this. The idea of sexual organs being one and the same with organs excreting waste was not one that existed in the pit; sex didn’t involve specific parts and it sure as hell didn’t involve the piss organ. Phantom couldn’t decide if what he was feeling was pain or pleasure, surely his brain got fried during his summoning because his body must be telling him something’s wrong yet he wants the feeling to continue.

The nervous ghoul’s voice betrayed him as he half-moaned half-hissed when his hand brushed over the sensitive, clothed cock. The sex scene long gone, Dew looked over from the tank he was driving into traffic to see a whimpering, dishevelled Phantom looking horrified at his very noticeable erection. The older ghoul knew the other had been struggling to adjust topside but thought someone must’ve shown him the ropes of his new vessel by now, clearly he was mistaken and what a beautiful mistake it was.

Dew was the one shifting in his seat now, feeling a damp spot starting to form; he so desperately wanted to show Phantom the time of his life, show him just how much fun human bodies are, work him all the way up and watch him blissfully come down. “Hey Ant, you OK?” he asked with just a tinge of an ulterior motive. The quintessence ghoul whimpered in reply, covering his eyes in embarrassment and pointing at the bulge, he sulks, “‘m I dying, Dewy? It feels so weird.” Dew shudders at the nickname, no longer able to debate the ethics of what he’s about to do.

“Come to my room, there’s this thing I wanna try.” Dew offered, grinning at the new summon. Phantom was confused, Dew closely guarded his room as a temple for lovers and nothing else. In Phantom’s first days topside, he had accidentally entered the fire ghoul’s room (Swiss was not the best at teaching him how to read) and was met with a ferocious roar to get out! So why Dew would invite him to his room was a mystery, perhaps Aether left a healing remedy there?

Phantom nervously followed Dew to his room, wincing with each step providing the friction he felt so guilty about enjoying. The fire ghoul’s room was a sight to behold, dark walls illuminated by candles the ghoul no doubt lit with his magick, and a large bed that carried a sense of grandiose with its ebony headboard; red sheets contrasting with the dark wood. Dew asked the quivering ghoul to lock the door behind him, now Phantom was really worried, scrunching his eyes in concern: Was he possessed? Was Dew about to perform an exorcism? What was so bad that he had to be locked in a room?

Upon opening his eyes he was met with a stark naked fire ghoul stepping into a harness of some sort. I hope we’re not about to go rock climbing, Phantom thought to himself, still scared of heights after his summoning went awry. His eyes went wide when he saw Dew attach what looked like a dick to the harness, it looked so realistic; perhaps they were meant to be detachable and that’s why Phantom’s is feeling so odd. The young ghoul’s cock was still kicking in his trousers, forming a barely noticeable wet spot at the front. Whatever Dew was about to show him, he hoped and prayed to Satan below that it would fix his problem.

“What are you waiting for, baby bat? Clothes off and come over, need to show you a good time.” Phantom only tilted his head in response, prompting Dew to explain. “Has this really never happened before, bug?” He shakes his head, tears forming as the worry builds, “You’ve never hooked up with anyone topside, or even tugged yourself off?” Phantom gives another look of bewilderment and Dew can only respond with a look of hunger tinged with sympathy, tonight is going to be mind-blowing for the young ghoul.

Dew walks over and waves vaguely at Phantom’s boner then back at his strap, bobbing from the movement, “This is what happens when human vessels are horny and they want to make love. It’s completely normal and I’m going to take care of it for you, if you don’t mind?” he asks lovingly, gently cupping Phantom through his trousers as his own strap knocks into the taller ghoul’s thighs. Phantom nods as he moans into the touch, a sense of relief at the friction and Dew finally telling him everything’s alright. He also feels a hint of apprehension; what if he’s not good enough, what if he doesn’t know what to do, what if this is some big joke by Dew to rile him up and leave him high and dry?

The fire ghoul can sense his worry and reaches up to kiss Phantom, neck craning up as he tenderly strokes him through his trousers, determined to make his first orgasm his best. Phantom nearly doubles over at the stimulation, Dew catching him and guiding him towards the bed, “Undress and lay down for me, honey, on your back. Want to see your beautiful face.” The fire ghoul whispers as he positions himself at the bottom of the bed, popping open a bottle of lube and warming it with his ever-fiery palms, the last thing he needs is to scare the newbie away.

As Dew slicked up a finger and slowly teased Phantom’s exposed ring, the younger ghoul mewled, impatient and once again confused that his other waste organ was being used for sex. Confusion quickly melted into pure desire as Dew let a finger slip in, curling it and exploring the walls of the writhing ghoul. It wasn’t long before Phantom was a whimpering mess as Dew had two, then three fingers inside him, scissoring and occasionally brushing just past his prostate. The quintessence ghoul keened under the touch whining for more as he pushed back into the fire ghouls hot fingers. Dew could feel his own slick running down his legs as he took in the sight before him, writhing like a wild beast to be tamed, for Dew to own. He not-so-gracefully ground his dick against the mattress, anything to get some friction on his rock-hard clit.

“Such a good boy for me, Ant, taking my fingers so well, aren’t you hmm?” Dew whispered into his ears. Phantom cried out as Dew realised he’d found exactly what makes the new bug tick and boy was he happy to indulge. He pulled out, the young ghoul whining at the cold air now hitting his hole. “Gonna put my cock in you now darling, be a good girl for me and take it, yeah?” Phantom nodded like a puppy as Dew lined his sizeable cock up with the winking hole and pushed in inch-by-inch. When he bottomed out he reached forward to pull Phantom into a tantalisingly hot kiss, moving down to mark the young ghoul as his.

Dew begins to thrust into Phantom at a steady pace, his own cunt dripping now as the toy rocked against his tiny dick. The quintessence ghoul looked down at Dew, moaning as the cock hit his prostate over and over again, sweat running down the fire ghoul’s face, silky blond hair sticking to it, looking thoroughly fucked out. Phantom is unsure what to do with his hands, previously lying by his side, he’s too pent up to keep still now.

Dew thinks Phantom is just being a good boy for him, waiting for permission to touch himself, until he remembers, he’s never touched himself, he doesn’t know how to do it. The thought has him thrusting even faster as Phantom cants his hips up so Dew hits the spot that makes him feel so fuzzy inside.

The fire ghoul grins as he sputters out between moans, “Ah fuck, Phant you know you can touch ahh your dick, right?” Phantom begins to poke himself exploratively almost as one would knead focaccia, and yeah it feels alright but, “What’s all the fuss about, Dewy? Doesn’t feel as good as you do.”

“Oh baby bat you really are clueless, aren’t you?” Dew grunts staving off his orgasm in the pursuit of Phantom’s own, “Here, like this. Put your hand over mine OK?” Dew asks so sweetly one could forget he was balls deep in the younger ghoul, as he clasps a fist around Phantom’s weeping cock, applying just the right amount of pressure to make him whine a litany of ghoulish expletives. Phantom’s eyes glaze over as Dew guides his hand over his own, fist moving up and down in time with the fire ghoul’s thrusts.

Now Phantom gets it, this is what the piss organ was really made for, the piss bit was just an accessory (it was, in fact, not just an accessory, as he later found out in a very wet session with Rain). He could feel something building, the pleasure increasing and he kinda did need to pee, why are humans so weird? he thought. Looking down he could see his cock continually leaking a slick, whitish fluid as both of their hands worked him up and down, “Fuck Dew, stop, needa aahhh, needa pee.” Phantom hurriedly said, worried for his bladder. “It’s alright baby, you’re not gonna piss yourself, just keep going and I promise what’s coming is so much better.” Dew hinted lovingly as he continued to jackhammer into Phantom, close himself.

It doesn’t take much, Dew’s surprised the new ghoul has lasted this long with the pressure of two hands stroking his cock and a dick in his pretty little ass. “You’re nearly there my brave boy, you can take it from here, just keep going.” The fire ghoul encourages as he cautiously removes his own hand from Phantom’s dick, instead placing the quintessence ghoul’s nipple between his finger and thumb deftly rolling it beneath them.

Phantom feels it, he’s going to piss himself. He decides to trust Dew, why would he lie to him after being so tender all evening? So as the older ghoul pinches his nipple, he continues to stroke himself, gasping at the feeling of his own cock beneath his calloused fingers. Almost in an instant it hits him, divine pleasure. Phantom scrunches his eyes shut as he writhes and shouts, cum spurting from his spent cock onto his stomach as he works himself through it, Dew still thrusting albeit at a slowed pace. The fire ghoul eventually slows to a stop, as does Phantom’s hand, overstimulation quickly setting in as the younger ghoul whines.

“You did such a good job for your first time, such an amazing fuck,” Dew giggled as he pulled out, “stay there, I’ll be right back” he promised as he walked over to the bathroom undoing the harness as he walked, quickly reappearing with a wet rag in his hand.

“Mmm that was so good, thanks Dewy.” Phantom called out. “See, bug, you didn’t piss yourself, huh?” Dew chuckles as he brings a washcloth to Phantom’s midriff, “Although if you’re into that I’m sure Rain would indulge.” He smirks. The new ghoul’s interest is piqued, but that’s a thought for another time.

Once Dew had delicately cleaned every inch of his and Phantom’s body, he joined the quintessence ghoul in bed, curling himself around Phantom's back. Suddenly a realisation hit the inexperienced ghoul, “Dewy, you didn’t spurt out the white stuff, did you not get the good feeling like I did?” He asked worriedly, how could he have been so selfish? “Oh bug, my anatomy isn't quite the same as yours, but no I didn’t have an orgasm. That doesn’t matter though, I got to see you have your very first and that means so much more to me than you could ever imagine.” Phantom can feel the older ghoul smiling into his shoulder, “You can always pay me back another day, hmm? Let’s call it a date!” He continues, genuinely enamoured by the younger ghoul’s self awareness, “But I’m sleepy now and I’m sure you must be too.” Phantom can only manage a hum of approval and a nod before he’s dozing off with Dew’s arms wrapped around him, his personal hot water bottle.

Just felt like putting winking hole in there to piss people off :) /lh

Speaking of piss, phantom is definitely into it and will find that out another time but for the minute let’s just revel in the bliss of him getting the piss/pleasure wires crossed during his first time and how that shapes his entire sexual identity for the rest of his life.

Also the tenses are almost certainly all over the place but just roll with it ok?

(requests are open if you want more or if you have any other ideas!)

#whoever coined baby bat i love you so much #phantom is clueless #dew has a thing for the inexperienced #it's a match made in hell #phantom never got to finish reading the very hungry caterpillar :(#piss boy phantom #trifle writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #dew/phantom #spicy tag #thank you anon #virginity kink #trans ghouls #trans dew #trifle answers

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spillways-mp3 · 1 year

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Rough types are a dime a dozen out on the plains, but the politely threatening demeanor and gargantuan physique of this man scare you like none of the rest.

Finished a sketch of @fr0ntier Cowboy!Ghost (after rereading it multiple times 🫣) . This is also my first finished art piece of 2023.

Flat is under the cut!

#my art #simon ghost riley #call of duty #hehe cowboy kink goes yeehaw #alt text in the image #i am excited for the next part to drop op #love the detail of Ghost having Johnny’s gun so I added that. i like this think Price or Simon carved the handle for him #hats are also hard to draw which is why i hate drawing cowboys but your fic had me in a chokehold #(maybe i’ll draw the anons ive been sending to snailbug and draw Ghost being eaten)

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hallowed-be-thy-username · 2 years

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Hear me out, corruption kink with maybe Copia or Papa III. Virgin!reader who marries them and is kinda hesitant but quickly decides they like it a tad rough. Papa / Copia probably spewing dirty talk about what they're going to do and reader just nods along while they get a thrill for corrupting the 'innocent' reader

So I thought about who I’d pick to write this with- Terzo or Copia. Terzo would be a master at it, no surprise there. But wouldn’t it be fun if our goofy little rat had a bit of a dominant side?

Corruption kink Copia, NSFW below the cut

Copia was in meetings almost constantly since his ascension to papacy. That made spending time with you, his newly assigned Prime Mover, quite difficult. You knew of Papa Copia, of course, but did you know him? Not yet.

As the weeks went on, and you spent more (quality) time together, you discovered something about each other. The whole idea of it all- a virgin paired up with his Eminence, the Unholy Papa Emeritus IV, a man dedicated to the sinful pleasures given to us all by the Dark One- that was… well that was hot. Copia liked to talk things through, everything, and when the subject of your shared thrill for this flavor of depravity came up, you made a plan.

You both agreed that at the upcoming Clergy dinner for the equinox, he would tease the ever loving sin out of you with the filthiest language he could come up with until you both couldn’t wait any longer and would sneak off to jump each other’s bones. The thought of it alone was enough to make him tent his pants.

The night was full swing in the candle lit halls of the Ministry headquarters when you made eye contact with your Papa across the room. He wore his black vestments, his paint bold and perfect while he looked past the group of board members who thought they had his attention to flash you a smoldering look. It wasn’t long before his lips were at your ear.

“What a naughty girl, taunting your Papa with such looks while he works,” he purred.

Your lower lip curled between your teeth while heat began to pool in your belly already. “I don’t know what you mean, Papa…”

The low rumble of his chuckle sent a tingle down your spine, and you bit your lip harder.

“We’ll see what you say when my cock is between your legs, little dove.”

A gasp rushed in to your mouth and you couldn’t hide the bright glow of blush warming up your cheeks when you answered, “But Papa, I’ve never done that before,” playing your part of his innocent little virgin.

He hummed, pressing his body into yours ever so slightly, “I can show you how, piccolina.”

You responded with a little huffy whine and a squeeze around his wrist. His breath was hot against your skin while you could feel his arousal radiating off of him, clearly pleased with how easily he could get you warmed up.

“By the time I am through with you, you will be moaning my name in your sleep, cara mia.”

“What are you gonna do to me, Papa?” you breathed, pressing your legs together in an effort to satisfy your rapidly growing desire.

“You want details? Mmm, well…” He paused to shift his eyes to see if anyone happened to be looking at the two of you. They were. He leaned in closer and said, “First, I will remove all of your clothes, I need you naked. Then I will take my fill of your skin, tasting and sucking your most delicious parts, before I finger fuck your pussy until you cum all over my hand.”

Your breathing had sped up and you were tightly gripping his robes, nodding your head in speechless silence while he slowly backed you up against a table behind you.

“But I’m not done with you after that. No, no.” His tongue grazed the shell of your ear, making you shudder before he purred, “After I make you cum again with my tongue, I will sink my cock into your tight little cunt and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“Papa…” you huffed, starting to squirm beside him.

“Mmm?”

“I need you… now, please.”

He chuckled and took your chin in his hand, “I thought you’d never ask.”

#papa emeritus iv #papa copia #ghost fanfiction #papa iv x reader #anon request #anonymous request #corruption kink #dirty talk #with a touch of exhibitionism

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vatican3 · 10 months

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Aint no way in hell Secondo's Mr. 305 lookin ass is a top or dom

all those in favor of making her cry, say aye.

(aye)

AYE. MAKE THAT GIRL SOB.

#mtxt #ghost kink anons

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forlorn-crows · 2 months

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𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

just a lil something i tortured @divine-misfortune with last night after he shared this post with me and said "Now hear me out Zeph/aeth and or omega bc they won’t slow down fr a damn second "

and thus i started a doc lovingly called "zephyr/omega go to sleep ya old man"

1263 words of omega misusing quintessence in order to (lovingly i swear) force zephyr to get some rest. yes zephyr will be mad at him later. yes omega is being a lil bit of a bastard. yes i am indulging in my (our) hypnokink, just go with it.

“You’re a stubborn old thing, you know that?”

Zephyr rolls their eyes before side-eyeing the quintessence ghoul, making a face. “Care to elaborate?”

“Been spending a lot of time with those new ghoulettes. When was the last time you slept?” Omega puts a hand on the back of the leather armchair Zephyr is currently seated in, where they were, up until now, engrossed in a text about ancient languages.

They bite their tongue against the urge to correct him on Cirrus and Cumulus’ names. “I slept last night, there’s no need for your concern.”

“Oh, last night, hm? So that wasn’t the organ I was hearing in the wee hours of the morning?”

“You are as old as this building, Omega, surely you’re aware of the noises that aged pipes make when all else is silent.”

He tuts. “Far too melodic for old plumbing, Zeph.”

Zephyr grumbles and makes to return back to their book without replying. Omega chuckles, and suddenly his hands are resting on their shoulders, thumbs heavy over the strained tendons on the back of their neck.

“Why don’t you let me help?”

The air ghoul grumbles again. Slots their small stack of notes along the book’s binding as a makeshift bookmark and snaps the thing shut. They place it onto the table and stare at the fire in the hearth.

“And why should I let you?” they say to the fading embers.

Omega hums. “Because you need your rest, you cranky ghoul.”

“I am plenty rested.”

“These knots in your shoulders say otherwise.”

Zephyr closes their eyes and sighs like an exasperated teacher. “And you claim that I am the stubborn one?”

“Come on,” Omega goads them. Telltale magick crackling to life beneath his fingertips. “Doesn’t have to be much.”

Before Zephyr can so much as think about scurrying away with their book, warm quintessence seeps into their bones, the tension held there unraveling from the inside out. Their eyelids flutter, shoulders slumping. Some undignified noise bubbles up from their throat, and they can barely catch their chin from hitting their chest as their head lolls forward.

“You . . .” They try to protest, tongue too heavy in their mouth to form its usual elegant timbre. Their hands can’t even grip the arms of the chair anymore, cementing them into place and thwarting any chance they had of escaping Omega’s nagging.

Said quintessence ghoul shushes him, self-satisfied and certainly not even close to genuinely comforting. “There you go. See? Knew you were tired.”

“Hn . . .’m not—”

“You are, look at that sleepy face.” Omega brushes a few strands of hair back behind their horns, their head leaning into his touch without their permission. Zephyr’s eyes are drooping, rolling with the effort of trying to keep them open. Maybe they are more tired than they thought, he didn’t give them that much magick, did he?

Omega coos at them, running his thumb along the base of their horn. “Just close your eyes,” he whispers.

Zephyr just groans, something close to uh uh, but it doesn’t sound very disagreeing. They’re falling asleep sitting up, and his warm hand against the side of their face does nothing but drag them closer to unconsciousness. Suddenly, they don’t want to get away from him. Magick swirls all syrupy in their veins, and, really, it’s getting harder and harder to have any opinions on the situation.

Behind them, Omega shakes his head and loops around to the front of the chair, still cradling their head as he kneels between their parted legs. The hands at their sides, having slid off the arms of the chair, twitch towards him. Zephyr watches Omega’s other hand as it comes to hold the other side of their face, eyes slow and delayed as they track its movement.

“You’d do well to listen to me, you tired old hen,” Omega chides them. He wiggles their head a little, not unlike a chiropractor looking for sore spots. Ensuring they’re close to limp and loose.

Zephyr just lets him. Has no choice, really. They’d call him a plethora of names later—bastard, unwelcome imp, meddling hypnotist spawn—but the thought of remembering to do so slides away like rain on glass.

He must sense the fleeting thought behind Zephyr’s glassy eyes, because he adjusts their head again, tightening his grip almost imperceptibly.

“None of that; you’re being so good, aren’t you? I’m only helping, aren’t I? Little bit of magick to get rid of all those pesky cobwebs between your ears. I know, you’re so tired underneath all those stubborn thoughts. Just takes a nice, kind ghoul like me to help you relax, doesn’t it?” On and on he drones, the words going in one ear and out the other, washing away their own internal monologue and replacing it with his own. They are tired, and an afternoon nap isn’t so terrible, they aren’t really busy. And Omega’s helping them.

Definitely not using his magick in some smug, actually selfish way, rendering the normally uptight ghoul completely powerless in less than a second. No, it’s completely selfless—a show of his care and concern for Zephyr’s wellbeing. Absolutely not a vehicle to win any kind of argument, not at all.

Their breathing is slowing now, neck nearly limp in Omega’s hands. Sinking deeper into the fuzzy embrace of sleep.

“That’s it,” he lilts. “You’re gonna feel so much better, and I won’t even say ‘I told you so.’ How does that sound?”

Zephyr responds with a long exhale through parted lips, left thigh twitching randomly as the pleasant numbness settles in.

Omega smirks. “Good.” With one last push of quintessence, he tilts their head just so and watches as their eyes unfocus and fall shut, jaw dropping open with the softest noise as they drift asleep in his hands. The quiet snores follow just seconds later, Omega’s hands the only thing keeping them upright.

He waits until he’s sure they’re asleep, warming his back against the dying flames while Zephyr slumps in their chair. Only then does he pull back the tendrils of his magick, letting it seep down towards the floorboards as slow as molasses so as not to accidentally rouse them. Thankfully, the library is empty this time of day. Nothing to interrupt the air ghoul’s much needed sleep.

They’re lax and peaceful now, but Omega’s sure he’ll hear about it when they wake. He laughs to himself at the plethora of elegant insults that come to mind. For now, he takes satisfaction in the way Zephyr’s head lolls back against the chair with the gentlest press of his pointer finger, drool making its way out of the corner of their mouth already.

“Cute,” the quintessence ghoul comments, smoothing out the wrinkles in his button-down. And then, as a wicked afterthought, he presses the pad of his finger to the middle of their forehead again, sneaking in a cheeky suggestion of a dream wrapped in plumes of balsam and petrichor. Snickering to himself when Zephyr whines quietly and their tail kinks up at the end. “Enjoy,” he whispers, making his exit.

Omega knows he won’t get any thanks for that—a pity, really, considering it was quite a nice little fantasy—nor will he get any thanks for helping (forcing) Zephyr to get some rest. At the very least, he’ll get a very disgruntled and haughty air ghoul glaring at him for the remainder of the day.

Omega’s fine with being berated for misuse of magick if it means the poor thing won’t be sleep deprived. Until then, he files away Zephyr’s reaction to it for later.

#author is not sorry for pushing the hypnokink agenda onto the masses #ficlet #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #fanfic #zephyr ghoul #omega ghoul #omega x zephyr #zephyr x omega #zephyr/omega #omega/zephyr #cw: hypno kink #no i didnt proofread this #quintessence as hypnosis #wheres that anon here i wrote more pspspspsps #dont think about this serious bitch being reduced to an absolute puddle under...other circumstances #yes omega is being a bastard. can you blame him.

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fat-slobby-owlphibia · 1 year

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Muse list 3

Molly McGee

Libby

Andrea

Sharon McGee

Leah

Fiona

#body expansion #bellyexpansion #bloating #anon ask #burping #expansion #farting #body inflation #gassy #slob #belch #fart kink #molly mcgee #sharon mcgee #the ghost and molly mcgee #face farting #inflated belly

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e-m-p-error · 2 months

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to ostello: if they're not fertilized eggs, you could always ask val to make sure they are *wink wink*

M!A: Oviposition Ostello

[ Ostello ]

"I-- Kinda don't know if he'd..." Now, that wasn't entirely true. Valentino had a major pregnancy kink that he wasn't at all quiet about, and Ostello was aware of it, "Okay, I know he'd want to fertilize 'em but I don't think he'd wanna raise a buncha kids with me."

#It’s Best To Keep Me Pleased (Answered Asks)#MAGIC ANON ➽➽➽#I Love You Oh So Madly But I Don’t Stand A Ghost Of A Chance With You (σѕтєℓℓσ)#But The Best Story That I Could Ever Tell Is The One Where I Am Growing Old With You (Ostello ♡ Valentino)#(NSFVoxtagram)#cw oviposition #cw mpreg #cw male pregnancy #cw pregnancy #cw pregnancy kink

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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Small Blurb of mountain dominating rain?

Mountain will never get tired of this view. Rain's on his knees, lips swollen and spit slicked, eyes gone glassy. He's soft and pliant. His cock drips steadily onto the floor between his spread knees, but he stopped asking to touch himself twenty minutes ago. He looks up at Mountain like he is the only thing that exists.

It makes Mountain feel a little lightheaded. But that could also be because there is no blood left anywhere near his brain. "Open," Mountain orders. Rain's jaw unhinges instantly, exposing teeth and tongue. He tips his head back to give Mountain a better view. Mountain strokes his hand over Rain's cheek. It's the softest he's touched him since they started. Rain leans into it. Mountain hooks his thumb into Rain's mouth, latching it over his bottom teeth to hold his jaw open as wide as it will go. Mountain spits into Rain's mouth. it collects at the back of his tongue. "Swallow." Rain does, jaw fighting against Mountain's hold as he does. "Good boy," Mountain purrs.

#comet writes #ficlet #request #anon #spit kink #dom!mountain #sub!rain #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #the band ghost fan fiction #ghost fan fiction #nameless ghoul fan fiction

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ghoultrifle · 3 months

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cw for menstruation and nsfw

rain and phantom sync up their cycles but only it just ends up with them cuddling each other the entire time. also a lot of getting each other off because it helps the cramps a LOT in rains case and phantom gets horny even easier then he normally does when hes on his period

i am in love with this hc aaahhhhhh there's just something so *chefs kiss* about intimate t4t experiences. a lil ramble (the most i've written in weeks) below the cut. obviously heed the above cws, there's also a cw for breeding kink and note there's mentions of ant's pre-op chest too, but in a sexy way :))

it always starts off as cuddling. phantom will spoon rain so he can lay his hand on rain's stomach and channel just a bit of quintessence to ease the pain. after a while of that, maybe a nap or two, rain will be getting antsy, the quintessence wearing off. he'll slide ant's hand further down until his fingers are resting gently in rain's bush.

once phantom's more awake, he'll catch on and dip further below the band of rain's boxers, taking hold of one very hard and wet tdick (penetration is too much for either of them during these times). it's always lazy, no rush to it, just basking in the pleasure as phantom strokes rain's dick, mouth peppering kisses to his neck, making him squirm. it's so sweet and soft and sappy, they really do love each other. they lose track of time but eventually rain places his hand over the top of ant's and they stroke together with slightly more energy until rain's softly moaning his partner's name and his cramps are easing with the intensity of his orgasm and the rush of endorphins making him smile like an idiot.

and of course once his insatiable rainy is satisfied, ant will start rocking his hips against rain's back. that ghoul may have been cursed with a big chest but he was also blessed with a lot of bottom growth. it bulges out from his boxers and rain can distinctly feel the way it contorts and twitches as ant rubs it against him.

neither of them have the energy to properly take care of anything so ant just continues to get off on the friction rubbing on his sensitive dick while rain throws a hand haphazardly behind him until it lands on ant's chest. he gropes it idly, a nipple occasionally slipping between the pads of his fingers as he pinches and makes ant whine out for more, hips pumping faster. on his period, his chest gets so sensitive and rain knows exactly how to play into it. that's not the only thing phantom goes wild for during this time.

"go on baby, breed me" rain will say, sending phantom immediately into what will be the most intense orgasm until they do this again next month. he pulls both of their boxers down and drags his dick against rain's ever-pert ass, spreading slick against him. ant grabs a hold of rain's hips and fucking breeds him. it's feral, he's feral. for just these few minutes ant can't control himself, just knows he needs to pump rainy full of his kits.

they'll clean up properly later. for now, the emergency sex towel is used to get the worst of it and next time one of them needs to change out their period boxers, they'll get the other up and have an intimate shower together. it won't be sexual, just time for them to map out every inch of each other's bodies. to clean and to relax until they settle in for a night of movies and cuddles.

#this definitely makes zero sense but i am holding it so close to my heart anon #trifle answers #trifle writes #anon <3 #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghoul hcs #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #trans ghouls #cw nipple play #cw menstruation #cw breeding kink #spicy tag

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