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azureseacloud · 6 months

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Hard Work

Ghost (band) one shot

Pairing: fem reader x ghouls

Warnings: swearing

Words: 1,999

Summary: Reader has been working all day. Ghouls return from practice and look after her, regardless of her resistance. Fluff with a dash of sexual tension because I can’t help myself :)

Hi again, thanks so much for your support on my other fic :))) You guys are awesome!!

I am open to requests for the ghouls so please feel free to drop a request :)

Working as a coordinator for the band was a huge job. It didn’t help that the ghouls always sought you out so they could bring you to their quarters for ‘mandatory’ ghoul piles or just for company. It was sweet, but by Satan they were an effective distraction from your work.

You had sat yourself down on the couch in the ghoul quarters, laptop sitting on your thighs as you reviewed the costings and set up for the next show that was in a weeks time.

None of the ghouls were present—busy with their commitments and band practice for the day—so you were using the time to get as much done as possible. It was easier to do the work in their quarters since you knew that they would go searching for you after and drag you back here anyway one way or another. Swiss had literally thrown you over his shoulder one time when you had protested to leaving your work space. Another time, when you had found a comfy hiding spot far away from where the ghouls wandered, Dewdrop had tracked you down by your scent and heartbeat.

You sighed, a slight headache beginning to make itself known. Checking the time, you’d been here for almost eight hours, and it was now afternoon. You’d made a lot of progress, which was great, but there was still a lot more to go.

You resettled yourself into a more comfortable position, shuffling around until your legs were no longer trapped under your body, wincing at the pins and needles that flickered as you moved. You began typing again, organising the itinerary for next years tours.

Something brushed against your neck lightly as you became aware of a presence behind you. Before you could look, two hands were splayed around your neck, applying a firm pressure but not impacting your ability to breathe. They pushed upward, tilting your head back.

“Fuck!” You gasped as you were met with a mask staring down at you. White horns poked through the forehead, an easy identifier for the ghoul that had a comfortable grip on your throat. Dewdrop.

“Oh, hi Dew.”

One of his fingers slowly caressed your neck as you fought to slow your heartbeat after the shock. His hands were warm, no doubt the perks of being a fire ghoul. You watched as he tilted his head in that infuriatingly attractive way.

“You look tired.”

You blinked up at the ghoul, realising your hands were still perched on the keyboard and not moving to at least try to defend yourself. You wondered if he noticed. What was it he had said?

“I’ve been working,” you replied evenly, after a moment of silence where you had to fight to gather your thoughts. His grip was distracting, in the way that sent your brain into overdrive. It was a struggle to maintain a normal tone—to hide what the ghoul was doing to you.

Dew moved closer, to the point where you could almost see the eyes behind his mask. Studying you. You tried your best to look alert and awake, knowing they would all swarm you the moment one of them figured out that you had forgone looking after yourself, choosing to instead work almost non-stop.

In a liquid movement he withdrew his hands, dragging them upwards along your neck as he straightened up. You almost sighed in disappointment at the loss of contact.

One major factor you had learned about ghouls is that they had no concept of personal space, nor any understanding of human ‘socially acceptable’ standards. They also shared more physical touch than humans usually did. It had been quite a lot to get used to when you first started working with them. But now you found yourself craving their casual touches and affection. Although you were still caught off guard with the more intimate touches they sometimes did. You knew they found your reactions entertaining, Dew and Swiss especially.

A set of footsteps echoed across the floor and you looked to see Swiss waltzing in, also still in his helmet and uniform. He looked over to you, then tilted his head up, most likely looking at Dew standing behind you still, his forearms now leaning against the back of the couch on either side of your head. His hands were brushing your shoulders in a tantalising way, and you were acutely aware of how close his chest was to your head.

Swiss looked back to you, and his mouth turned down in what you guessed was a frown.

“Have you been working all day?” The multi ghoul asked, leaning against the doorway. You clasped your hands to stop yourself from rubbing your eyes as another spike of pain shot through your head.

“No, of course not,” you lied. You knew the ghouls hated when you worked for too long—and you really wanted to finish this last part.

“When was the last time you had water?” Dew asked, still hovering above you. You rolled your eyes.

“I had water not that long ago.” You lied again, biting your lip. You hadn’t had any since breakfast—too engrossed in your work to have a break. That explained the headache.

“She’s dehydrated,” Rain spoke. Your eyes jumped to him, cursing internally that you had forgotten the water ghoul had gotten good at sensing how hydrated you were. He was heading to the adjoined kitchen at the far side of the room.

Swiss tsked and you shot him an answering glare. He grinned, pushing off the wall to join you on the couch.

“You can’t lie to us sweetheart.” Dew murmured in your ear, his breath ghosting the side of your face in a way that sent shivers down your body. His nails scraped lightly across your shoulders, and it was all you could do not to arch your back.

Too preoccupied with Dewdrop’s touch, you weren’t prepared for Swiss to snatch your wrists, yanking them away from your laptop.

“Hey!” You protested, trying to pull out of his grip. The multi ghoul only grinned, his hold on your wrists too strong for you to break out of.

“Rain,” Swiss called. The water ghoul hurried over, carrying a glass of water. You were still struggling against Swiss, trying to twist your way out of his grip. Dew grabbed your shoulders, pulling you back to the couch and pinning you there. Swiss barked out a laugh as you cursed at them.

“Can you get the laptop?” Swiss asked the water ghoul casually. Rain nodded, closing the device and moving it to the small table not far from the couch.

“Seriously guys? I just have to do a little more, then I’m done I promise.”

Swiss shook his head, releasing your hands while Rain offered you the glass of water. You rolled your eyes, accepting the glass reluctantly as Rain settled on the floor in front of you, murmuring a “thanks” to the calm ghoul. They were all watching—no doubt waiting to make sure you drank the water. Swiss moved one of his hands to your thigh, smirking as your eyes darted across to his.

“Is this an intervention?” You looked up as Phantom spoke, his voice holding a little bit of humour as he entered the room, crossing over to lean against the table. He looked at the laptop resting there—no doubt putting the pieces together.

“She’s been working all day,” Swiss explained. You took a sip of water, flipping off the ghoul beside you.

“She’s dehydrated,” Rain added.

“And she thought she could lie about it.” You hissed at Dewdrop’s words. Asshole. He gripped your shoulders tighter in response, his fingers pressing into your skin.

You busied yourself with drinking the water—it was the best distraction you had right now. Between Dewdrop’s hands on your shoulders and Swiss’ hand on your thigh, as well as everyone’s undivided attention, you could feel your cheeks beginning to heat up. You finished the glass, Rain reaching out to take it from you as he got up to take it to the kitchen. Phantom jabbed at his ribs on the way, the water ghoul skipping out of his reach.

“Good girl,” Dewdrop purred into your ear. You tensed, heat blooming across your skin. Your brain nearly short-circuited. He had to be doing this on purpose. There was no way he wasn’t—Dew wasn’t normally this flirtatious. The little gremlin.

Swiss snickered. “Someone’s flustered. Careful Dew, she might pass out if you keep going.”

Phantom chuckled at that. You scowled, crossing your arms.

“Okay, I drank some water, now let me keep working—“

You were cut off as Swiss stood up suddenly, grabbing your arms and pulling you from the couch. You squealed as he picked you up, one arm under your legs the other wrapped around your back. You threw your arms around his neck, gripping just under the helmet. He was grinning again.

“Swiss I swear to Satan if you don’t put me down-“

“You’ll what?” The multi ghoul taunted. He sat down on the soft rug in the centre of the room, rolling you onto your back and wrapping an arm around you to keep you there as he lay down beside you. You smacked his arm, knowing exactly what he was planning. You loved ghoul piles but you knew once everyone had joined you would not be able to get up until the morning.

You looked over as Dewdrop vaulted over the couch to join you, flicking off his helmet as he lay down on your other side. Dew slid one of his legs around yours, nuzzling into the side of your neck. The fire ghoul started purring loudly, draping an arm across your chest. His warmth was comforting.

“See? Just stay here with us. Take a break.” Swiss said, his breath tickling your ear. He’d also taken his helmet off, and he buried his face in the side of your neck like Dew. You sighed.

“No, I still have work to do!” Swiss snorted, still not letting you go. A wave of calm washed over you, sleepiness taking hold. Okay maybe you could finish the work tomorrow…

Your eyes snapped over to Phantom. “Phantom, you little bitch, I know what you’re doing.” You growled. The quintessence ghoul raised his hands in mock surrender, a wicked grin on his face.

Running out of options, you looked to Rain.

“Rain, can you please get them off me so I can finish my work?” The water ghoul sighed, making his way over. Instead of dragging the two off of you, he flopped down on top of you all, his head resting on your stomach.

How helpful.

You flipped off Phantom as he laughed. Not being able to help yourself, you lowered your hands into Rain’s hair. You slid your fingers through the smooth locks as the ghoul hummed contentedly.

Phantom curled up behind you, letting you rest your head on his chest. His own fingers worked through your hair, and you almost melted under his touch.

“What’s going on here?” Mountain crossed into the room with his hands on his hips, the ghoulettes behind him.

“Ghoul pile!!” Sunshine shrieked, launching herself over Swiss, who tried to bury his face deeper in your neck.

“A little help?” You asked, looking at the others hopefully. Swiss and Dew growled, both of their teeth lightly pinching your neck in response.

“I think that’s your answer.” Mountain shrugged, and you sighed in defeat. The huge ghoul settled down beside Dew, while the other ghoulettes curled around Sunshine and Swiss.

Dewdrop was purring again, his tongue licking the small bite on the side of your neck. You reached an arm around and scratched his head, his purring growing louder.

Okay, maybe you could let the rest of your work wait until tomorrow. For now, you relaxed in the comforting warmth and weight of the ghouls.

It didn’t take you long to fall asleep.

#ghost band #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #oneshot #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #ghoul pile #mountain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette

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juliuscider · 5 months

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Occasionally, if someone is restless in the ghoul pile *cough, dew, cough*, Aether will hit them with some quintessance magic to help settle them down. But he's half asleep and doesn't realise or remeber what he's doing and can get a bit overzealous, resulting in them being passed out all day and no one can figure out why.

#Dew was mad later #but he got the best sleep of his life #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost the band #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #ghost #aether ghoul #quintessence ghoul #ghoul pile

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hypnoneghoul · 1 year

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Mushy May Day 19. Ghoul pile/found family - Meliora pack

WC: 615

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Social media, in general, was a genius idea, really. Ghouls loved them, and sometimes they could act like addicted teenagers, scrolling mindlessly through Tiktok, or Instagram for hours. Group chats were definitely on top of the list of things they loved about modern technology, though. The possibilities!

Water Imp: I’m bored

Firecracker: What are we supposed to do about it?

Water Imp: Idk… something?

ChAir: Ifrit, be nice. Dew, I’ve got an idea. Aeth, Mount, you here?

Dirt boy: Yup

Quindaddy: Me too

Firecracker: I’m always nice!

ChAir: Sure, sure, entertain Dew for the next 20 minutes or so. Mounty and Aeth, commons in five.

Quindaddy: Sure

Water Imp: Entertain me!? Like I’m a kit or what?

Firecracker: You act like one, so…

Dirt boy: I’ll be there, Zeph

Water Imp: I DO NOT!

Just then Zephyr hit the mute button, and moved to get up from their bed. If no one was doing anything in particular, just enjoying their lazy day (apparently too lazy for Dewdrop), they thought they all could enjoy it together, right?

When the air ghoul got to the common room, Aether was already there, and Mountain was just coming in.

“What’d you have in mind?” the latter asked, throwing an arm around Zephyr’s shoulders.

“Cuddle pile!” they giggled excitedly, making the other ghouls chuckle. Who didn’t like a good, old fashioned ghoul pile, though? “Come on, help me out.”

That’s why Zephyr called these two, they couldn’t move the couches by themself. When Aether and Mountain got to making one huge space for their nest, the air ghoul went on a hunt for countless pillows, comforters and blankets, whatever cozy looking thing they could find.

Fifteen minutes later, Ifrit walked into the common room with limp Dew thrown over his shoulder, “Okay, got him.”

“Put me down already,” the water ghoul mumbled from behind Ifrit’s back. “What was your idea, Zeph?”

“Oh, is it cuddles?” the fire ghoul asked, noting the state of the dorm, putting the smaller down.

“CUDDLES?” Dew jumped, frantically looking around before settling his eyes on the huge makeshift nest in the corner, the rest of the ghouls melting at the adorable sight of their packmate.

“Yeah, Droplet, cuddles,” Zephyr chuckled. “If anyone wants to piss, now or probably never.”

No one present seemed to want to go, so the air ghoul added after a moment, “go on then.

Dewdrop immediately jumped into the pile of blankets, worming his way under few, purring already just at the comfy feeling of them on his skin. When he, somewhat, settled, and saw the rest of his packmates just standing there, giggling, instead of curling up around him, he pouted.

“What was that about him acting like a kit, anyone remembers?” Ifrit teased, but did start crawling towards him over the couch. The rest quickly followed, and before Dew could really process he was wrapped in a fluffy blanket and squished by his packmates.

The water ghoul was laying against Mountain’s chest, Ifrit glued to his side with one of his legs thrown over Dew. Zephyr was on the other side, laying lower, their head resting on Dew’s stomach. Aether was behind them, arm curled around their waist and face squished into Mountain’s shoulder. Somewhere over their tangled limbs their tails wrapped around each other too, and when Ifrit turned up his body heat, everyone kicked up a purr. Loudest was, of course, Dewdrop’s.

It was barely evening, there was, honestly, so many things they could do to kill the time, have fun. But there wasn’t anything better than curling up together, all of them, everyone touching everyone, purring away, drowning in comfort of being with their pack, their family.

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #mushy may #fluff #fanfiction #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #ifrit ghoul #zephyr ghoul #ghoul pile

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lowkeyliminal · 11 months

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More cute, i can’t stop. OCs Ozone and Four cuddles, a little mini ghoul pile. He is so much shorter than Oz, Four can just easily curl up on top of him.

Also, Ozone’s room is basically an old storage closet so, everything is mismatched and the sectional was the only thing long enough to accommodate him. Someone get this ghoul a proper room and a bed. At least he is far away from the human siblings and clergy.

@readitnreap is also coloring this one and I can’t wait to reblog their version too!

#nameless ghouls #ghost band #nameless ghoul oc #ghoul oc art #ghoul pile #Four ghoul #Ozone ghoul #air ghoul #multi ghoul #water ghoul #quintessence ghoul #disabled ghouls #disabled ocs

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littleghoulghost · 11 months

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Drawing Peace

Masterlist

The cub sat upon the floor, squished within the pack of Ghouls as she sniffled. Bodies were strewn across the rug in front of the fireplace. Hands swept away her tears and claws raked gently through her obsidian hair. Purrs made her muscles weak and heavy with growing content. The panic and fear was subsiding, leaving behind a thick exhaustion. Her tired eyes began to droop, curling further into the tangle of limbs surrounding her.

#little ghoul #the band ghost #cardinal copia #cirrus ghoulette #mountain ghoul #papa emeritus 4 #sunshine ghoulette #sodo ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #rain ghoul #ghoul pile #pack cuddles #adventures of little ghoul

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ask-aether-ghoul · 1 month

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Very tired but can’t sleep for some reason, debating on asking the others if they are up for a ghoul pile tonight..

#aether ghoul #ghost ghouls #ask aether #can’t sleep #take me out #ghoul pile #i miss them

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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me too :(

Cuddle pile tho!

-🐙

CUDDLE PILE!

#comet comments #octo #cuddle time #ghoul pile

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knifeslidez · 28 days

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HAIR BACK, MOTHERFUCKER! JET BLACK, SO COOL

#doing a series of these #fun ghoul #mcr #danger days #true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days true lives of the fabulous killjoys #tlotfk #my chem #my chemical romance #my chem art #my chem fanart #mcr fanart #mcr art #danger days era #danger days frank #danger days era frank #my art pile

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owlghuleh · 1 year

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I am a puddle on the floor, a mess. If you will..

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #these ghouls own me #ghost bc #hot ass ghouls #ghost fandom #ghoul pile anyone???#ghost fans #aether ghoul #mountain ghost #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul

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cosmicghoulette · 3 months

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#CUDDLE PILE!!!!1!#i promised to be productive and drew this instead #fanart #the band ghost #aurora ghoulette #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #phantom ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #ghost bc #mountain ghoul #ghost band #art #tumblr fyp #fypシ

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p1nkcanoe · 6 months

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thinking about mountain and swiss and aether, all together on one of their beds, cuddling in more of a “I’m tired and whatever my body decides is comfortable is how I’m gonna lay on you” type of way. together, their pile makes mountain’s king sized bed look tiny. feet hang off of the end, hands fall wherever they want to, one of aether’s arms hangs over the side and brushes his fingertips against the floor…

mountain is on his back, one leg straight and the other bent at the knee against the mattress, with both arms out to the side that used to wrap around the other two but have since gone lazy. aeth is halfway on top of him, using his bicep as a pillow while his legs tangle with the one of mountain’s that’s bent, and swiss is almost diagonal across the mattress, using the earth ghoul’s chest as a pillow.

they’re almost too big for the bed when they pile together like this, but it also allows them to feel each other in a way that nobody else can give them. it’s a chance for them to not feel so big for once.

#oh to be in a pile of big sleepy ghouls #p1nk dab #Swiss ghoul #Aether ghoul #mountain ghoul

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cardi-c · 1 year

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rat piles and ghoul horns

+ the fate of the rats

#the band ghost #ghost band #cardinal copia #ghouls #i wanted to gif this for the rat pile and then realised this is when dews horn fell off sdkjfjdsas #aether laughing <333 #poor dew #rain continues to be way too relatable fjdjasdja #mygifs

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noahl-art · 7 months

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Ghostober / Day 10 - Body Worship & Group Sex

Rain getting all the attention and love he deserves! 💦

Full version HERE

(Definitely will come back to this one and work on it more because I want to make it as a print 👀)

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ghouljams · 5 months

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My dear, so sorry but allow me to brain root this idea here. Feel free to delete it or just kill me for bothering you.

Street race!au

All of the boys work on cars after deployment as a hobby. Maybe Alex or Gaz open a mechanic shop just to have something to do in medical leaves. Their first contact with street race was in a small car gathering, one guy got too cocky about his Bugatti and shit talking the other till Soap got enough. After winning with his Dragster project, people keep inviting them for other races.

Price and Laswell are against it in the beginning. If police ever get one of them it's game over, Martial court and prison. Definitely something they don't want to have to report on, but after some persuasion (it's good to keep the reflexes going, Gaz said, and Ghost can finally learn how to drive better. Much to Ghost protests, it actually helps him understand that scratching the car only means he will be the one paying and fixing it, so he started to avoid getting too close from guard rail or other cars, curbs and signals.) They finally give in, with only a promise to not get near civis! Only empty streets, roads or particular sites or Price himself will skin them.

None of them really buy brand new, no they got to auditions selling broke down cars, going in places with abandoned car bodies. You know seeing something broken and thrown away coming back to life by their hands always brings a smile to their faces.

Price with a Rolls Royce, liking to run on long and straight roads. Gearbox is as stiff as his neck. Break lights blinking as if passing a Morse code. He is better at calibrating things, tried once to work on the electric part and now his radio always turns one whenever he goes left.

Ghost with a GT- R Godzilla, hating curves and dirt roads. Has a skeleton keychain on his rear window gifted from Soap. Likes to work on motors and such. Once have fallen asleep under a project and Gaz and Soap thought it was going to be a great idea to wake him up by smashing an empty cane on his feet. One bruise later, the two of them will work on his car for free to pay the headache.

Soap with a Dodge Challenger dragster, Loves to pop his exhaust to challenge people. More than once his tires explode when burning tires, has to take a lift with Gaz. Do bodywork in the office but prefer to paint and custom.

Gaz with a supra, confident in curves and sew. His car has a generic green plastic soldier hanging on the rear window, Soap gift. The only one with actual patience to do electric work and welding. Once was convinced by Soap to try and use the solder to heat up hotdogs, Ghost swears that the smell of it hunts the place.

(wanted to write more but I think it's alright a small bible.)

Thanks for letting me bored you. Hope you have a wonderful month. 💕🌹💕🌹

Ok, I'm not a car guy (except the dodge challenger, fuck I love a hellcat) but I have watched a lot of Initial D so... I'm basically a drag racing expert.

First thing's first I firmly believe Ghost does not have a license, this man is driving so fucking illegally it is unreal.

Second, headcanons:

I love Soap in a muscle car, it fits him like a glove. He's pulling up with a worn out leather jacket and a sandwich from tesco, late for the race because he knows he'll win. Loves corners. The thrill of seeing how close he can get to the rail is almost as good as watching a bomb go off. He's got those good precision fingers too, I bet he does a lot of filigree and line work on the cars he paints. Probably has a signature style to it that people pay through the nose for. Price has told him multiple times to stop upcharging, he is not going to. Also feels a lot like a trick driver. Driving backwards, lots of donuts and super quick drifts to whip his car around. I think electrical would also be his thing, again it's those precision fingers. He already does wiring for demo work why not cars?

Gaz on call for pickups every time Ghost or Soap fucks up their car. Ghost is in the passenger seat all the fucking time because he stalled his car and it won't start again. Gaz has literally never seen a car stall as much as Ghost's car stalls. Gaz is point man for setting up races, he knows everyone who has a fast car, knows what streets will be empty, knows where the cops will be, he's calling flag girls just to keep this shit classy. You will not catch him slipping. He's an all around-er. He's got the curves, the straight aways, he can do it all and he does it with a smile. He's having the best time. If you ride with him you will be holding on for dear life because he is not slowing down for that turn. Ghost nearly pisses himself the first time he catches a ride home from Gaz, Soap throws up. Price will not get in the car with him.

Price strikes me as a coach type, he's attempting to manage the team Gaz has put together, but he's really just there to watch. I agree I think he's best in the straight away. He's definitely suped up his rolls, and can blast through any competition, as long as he doesn't have to do too much drifting. Gaz attempted to drive his car once and learned the hard way that the gear box cannot handle curves well. Price doesn't care, he likes to go fast so he doesn't need to do much else. He's in the shop every other month staring at the engine while Soap and Gaz hover. He will not take suggestions, eyes on your own work soldiers.

Ghost doesn't like to drive as much as he likes working pit, hard agree. He's a real black thumb, engines are his bread and butter. I want to see that man in coveralls, wiping his oil covered hands on a rag as he inspects his work. Lowkey hates driving. Gaz and Soap are insistent that he knows how to race, because there's nothing more terrifying that having Ghost pull up to a race in his blacked out Godzilla. Definitely gets pulled over all the time for having his windows tinted too dark. I think his engine is loud once it gets up above 140 kph, by design not because there's anything wrong with it. Stalls his car all the fucking time because the man cannot drive if he's not racing. Certified passenger princess. Soap makes him a shitty pink glitter t-shirt that barely fits and Ghost wears it all the time around base. Pisses Price off to no end, have some goddamn self respect.

#ghoul speaks #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #street racing au #yeah anyway I don't need more aus on the pile #this doesn't feel like a darling au #more like a platonic boys being stupid au

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