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halcyone-of-the-sea · 7 months

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Hal, i can't say how happy i am to see you hit such a big number, i've been following you since the beggining and it's so amazing to see this community grow, i love how everyone that interacts is so kind and overall amazing, you deserve that and much more, and i hope things in your personal life keep getting better!! ❤

For the event, i would like to request, if possible, a small drabble of Keegan with a daughter, it can be anything, really! I'm a single mom expecting a baby, and i just need to see a strong military man caring for a child, all your other parent fics just hit the hard in the feelings, so i wanted to see my favorite in this prompt too!

—Hold Her Close

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Keegan cares for his young daughter.] ❞

He holds her carefully as she sits on the back of his neck, hands firm on her legs as they dangle around his shoulders with their tiny little shoes. The child was giggling, no more than seven, as her hands tangled in the black locks of Keegan’s hair and pulled without any real strength; her eyes stared at all the sights to be seen.

It was early at Fort Santa Monica, so early the mist was still in the air and the chill caused the protective father to suit his daughter into a jacket that puffed around her frame. She’d been crying last night, and rather than ask her to try and fall asleep again, he’d gone on his morning run with some company. It didn’t bother him, of course.

She was yours and his daughter—she could never bother him for as long as he lived.

“Having fun up there?” He grunts out, blue eyes shifting up as the child giggles out a small ‘yep,’ and returns to gazing around with glittering eyes. She was so tiny, he thought to himself. So easy to pick up and infect those little eyes with wonder. Everything down to the way the dew looked in the grass was a foreign world to her—mixed with magic and innocence he never wanted to see gone.

“Which way, Sunshine?” Keegan asks, blinking forward at the split in the sidewalk; left or right?

“That way,” her pudgy hand points, and booted feet obey without question. Left it was.

The soldier hums and puffs out a breath of condensation into the air, t-shirt and running shorts swaying around him.

“If you get cold,” he utters, “you tell me, okay?”

“Okay!” Keegan pushes down a smile, blue eyes so soft you could mistake it for dyed room-temperature butter. While he wouldn’t get the workout he had intended in the brightening sun of the morning, with the sound of waves lapping in the air and the scent of his sweat dripping off his nostrils, he’d still enjoy this.

“Can we get hot cocoa?” A hand slaps his forehead and he chuffs a laugh, flinching slightly at the tiny connection of skin.

“Careful, Kid,” the soldier mutters but nods as his daughter's giggles make his chest swell. Damn him, he was done for the moment he’d seen her in the NICU. “Yeah, fine, we can get some hot cocoa. You know something though?”

His daughter's face is above his as he leans his neck back, looking up into her bright face. She blinks, smiling wide.

“What?”

“You’re gonna have to give me a kiss first, Sweetheart.”

“Ew!” She laughs, and Keegan holds her body still as it moves all around in her childish delight, legs kicking out as the man laughs under his breath.

“C’mon,” he huffs, “nothing for your Old Man? I’m hurt. You give Riley kisses on the nose all the time.”

She’s still laughing, holding onto his head. Keegan decides there’s never been a more perfect sound. Without another word, a little smooch is pressed into his hairline, an overdramatic ‘mwah’ sounding off with a raise of hands upwards.

He beams, eyes crinkling and lips pulled back with a wide smile as he shakes his head in amusement. Moving his face forward, the normally stoic soldier sighs and continues on, his daughter on his shoulders and his heart full.

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writemekpop · 7 months

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Never Too Late | Huang Renjun

Summary: Your idol boyfriend Renjun is worried that your relationship is too risky... he tries to break things off

Genre: Established relationship AU, idolverse, angsty

Word Count: 1k

You were awoken at midnight by a knocking on the door. You rushed to open it.

“Renjun,” you said, smiling. “Quick, quick! Come in."

Renjun frowned, but let you close the door behind him. As Renjun was a world-famous Kpop idol, you had gotten used to never lingering in doorways, never holding hands in public, not even in the dead of night. It was hard, but for Renjun – your funny, tough, fiery dream boyfriend – it was worth it.

Renjun’s frown hadn’t shifted. He was holding something fluffy and pink, which he thrust towards you.

“I came to return your jumper,” he said.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “In the middle of the night?”

“Yep,” he said. “I figured you might need to wear it.” “I repeat, in the middle of the night?” you said. “Look, you can keep it. You look cuter in it anyway.”

Renjun shrugged. “Oh… I don’t know. It’s not exactly a guy colour, and I wouldn’t want to stretch it out, and you know what? It’s a little itchy-“ “Keep. The. Jumper,” you said.

Renjun bit his lip. “Well, I just don’t know… when I’ll be able to give it back to you.” You felt a pain in the pit of your stomach. After all, Renjun hadn’t replied to any of your texts for a week. You’d resorted to checking fan accounts to make sure he was okay.

“What are you trying to say?” you said. “Are you breaking up with me?”

Renjun’s brown eyes were fixed on the ceiling. “I don’t know. Maybe.” The pain in your stomach grew into a pit, sucking you up. “What? But you’re so happy these days. I know you are.” Renjun was rocking on his heels. “I know, but how is this going to work out? What if people find out about us?” You let out a breath in disbelief. “I thought we already talked about this! Your company is okay with it, and who cares if people hate on me a little? I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

“Just take the jumper,” Renjun said, holding it out again.

You held out your hands, palms facing him. “I swear to God, if you give me that jumper one more time-“

Renjun shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I just need some space.” You crossed your arms. “Well, I refuse that.”

Renjun stared at you incredulously. “I’m asking for space. You can’t refuse that!” “Yes, I can,” you said, your voice growing soft. “I know you miss me, Renjun. You’re missing me right now, aren’t you?”

Renjun was so close you could have stretched out your arms and hugged him. He was trembling even in his coat, trying desperately not to meet your eye.

“What happens if everyone finds out, and then we break up, huh?” Renjun said. “My fans might get hurt.” “You mean, Renjun might get hurt,” you said quietly. “You’re scared, so like a child, you’re pushing me away. You know what? I thought you were better than that.”

You moved forwards to open the front door and let Renjun out, but his hand caught your arm, and moved up your shoulder to entwine in your hair.

And then, he was kissing you.

Renjun fit so perfectly against you, his chest against your chest, his mouth against your mouth, that it was impossible to believe you weren’t soulmates. The week apart from him had dulled him in your memory. You had forgotten just how soft his lips were, how delicious his smell: like woodland moss, fresh with dew.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing him more deeply, pulling him back into the house with you. You had to stop, however, when you nearly tripped over the pink jumper, that was on the floor.

Renjun bent to pick it up, and hand it to you.

“Hey,” you said seriously. “That’s a health hazard. I don’t want that thing anywhere near my house.”

Renjun smirked. “What if… I’m wearing it?”

“Only if you wear just that jumper – and nothing else,” you said.

“Deal,” Renjun said. “Well… I’d better start stripping then.”

“Deal,” you replied, grinning.

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dearharriet · 2 months

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congrats on 150!! for your celebration can I please have 🫧 with sirius black + “oh, that’s new”? Maybe reader got a tattoo without telling him and he likes it

thank you for requesting! 🩷 (wc: 664)

Sirius can’t stop staring at you in the sauna towel you’re wearing. You’ve both been in for several minutes now, and you’re relaxing more and more into the wood bench. He’s not sure he’s ever seen your shoulders so far away from your ears, and he’s definitely never seen your hair pulled off your neck the way that it is.

It gives him too much skin to work with, visually speaking. You’re completely free and clear of any curtains, your skin sticky with dew, legs sprawling and bare. The two of you make a happy sight.

As the air thins down, you stretch up and ladle more water over the hot rocks. Sirius watches a bead of sweat race down the back of your neck with rapt attention. He loses sight of it when he spots your tattoo.

“Oh,” he breathes, a strange twisting in his chest, “that’s new, yeah?”

You hum breezily, pouring one more generous scoop onto the hissing stones before giving him your questioning eyes.

“What’s new?” Sirius brings a hand up to absently rub at his own bare nape, and you seem to catch his meaning, sweeping your fingers over it bashfully. “Oh, that. Yeah. You’ve seen it haven’t you?”

He shakes his head no. “When was this?”

“Umm,” you dally. “Like a week and some ago? I wasn’t really planning it at all.”

Sirius watches you carefully, perhaps reading a small bit too far into your rosy flush. The air in the steam room is thick and hot now, thanks to you, which could easily be the cause. Still, you’ve retreated from him slightly, holding your arms nervously over your torso.

“Can I see?” Sirius requests, beckoning you to his side of the room. You oblige him, standing and relocating to the spot on his right.

You face your back to him, pushing away nonexistent baby hairs to clear the view. Sirius tentatively takes your neck under his fingers, holding you still.

It’s worse up close, which is to say dangerous for his health. He can’t believe what he’s looking at.

“You got a star,” he says distantly, not quite trusting his voice to keep steady. A star.

Your head falls forward and Sirius marvels at the way your tattoo stretches, wraps tight over your vertebrae.

“Like I said, it was a spur-of-the-moment thing.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, “right.”

Reluctantly, Sirius peels himself away from you, returning stiffly to the cedar bench. His skin feels alive, thrumming with heat.

You settle back beside Sirius instead of returning to your bench.

“Is it what you hoped?” he asks, half to break the tension and half because he’d really like to know.

You nod, and Sirius’ eyes train down to the black shape again, unable to resist now that it’s right there.

“Yeah. I always wanted something for my neck, but I never could decide what.” You’re picking at your towel wrap awkwardly, sickly aware of Sirius’ hot gaze on you. You knew for a fact he hadn’t seen the tattoo yet, and you were almost dreading when he'd finally catch sight of it.

“I like it,” he says in passionate agreement. “I really, really like it.”

Your lips twitch into a smile, and you throw a sideways glance his way. “Yeah?” He nods avidly, and you release a relieved laugh. “I was hoping you would.”

“Can I see it one more time?” he asks. You laugh some more.

“Um, okay. Yeah.”

Sirius stares at the ink for another long minute, long enough for you to begin fidgeting with impatience.

“Yeah,” he concludes finally, “you’ll have to show this off more. Keep your hair up like this, maybe?”

Puffing in amusement, you peek over your shoulder shyly. “If you say so.”

“I say so,” he laughs. “I definitely say so.”

Stomach swooping with butterflies, you face forward again, trying to retain some semblance of composure.

“Well, okay then.” You sit back, relaxing some, milling in the warmth you feel inside and out.

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sssigil · 1 year

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Diet Mountain Dew 2

Second part to this !

warnings: dom Ethan, spitting, p in v, degrading, praising, oral f receiving, dumbification kinda?, unprotected sex (don't do that plz), breeding if u squint, he basically fucks your brains out, think that's it lol. tell me if I miss anything, ENJOYY :3

"Gonna have so much fun with you angel" Ethan said kissing your forehead "mhmm" you said dumbly. "here's what we're gonna do" he said as he picked you up, you wrapped both your legs around his waist for support looking at him in the eyes just to pull him into another messy kiss. Both your hands were holding his cheeks trying to bring him even more impossibly close. "calm down baby, there will be enough kissing in a bit let's just get you ready mkay?" you felt him walk to his bed, setting you down.

you laid there admiring him above you, he was finally taking off his shirt, you could finally see what you've been wanting to see. I mean holy fuck you've been touching yourself to the thought of him every time you had the chance. "that's so cute and pathetic princess" Ethan laughed now above you looking directly in your eyes then to your lips back to your eyes "gonna fuck you stupid" you whined loudly at his comment but silenced by his lips, you felt him bite your bottom lip making you gasp letting him finally force his tongue in your mouth.

you wanted nothing more but for him to finally take you then and there. "please" you begged Ethan mouth still occupied with his but it didn't matter you just wanted him to get straight to the point. "yea yea I got you bunny I got you" now directing him mouth from your lips to you neck leaving wet kisses down your neck, dragging his teeth as he left marks. You hurried to take off this very tight shirt that kept you from feeling his skin on yours. "so fuckin pretty" Ethan groaned as he kept directing his kisses down your chest making sure to take off your bra off and finally fucking finally have him suck on your nipples. Using his tongue to caress them then using his teeth to playfully bite them "ow" you whined "don't be a brat I know you're a little pain slut" he said as proceeds to do the exact same thing to your other nipple leaving them both red from his rough treatment.

"kay now this is what you wanted huh, this is what you've been waiting for" now he was finally laying there on his stomach looking up at you with a smirk from in between your legs "beg" his tone cold, eyes dark but with a glint of playfulness. "want it please want it so bad please please please" he's been teasing you so much I mean he hasn't even tried to touch you where you've been craving him the most. "touch you where hmm? I mean im touching you don't be stupid, tell me where bunny" he cooed in a mean tone "touch me please touch my pussy want it so bad want you please" you babled literally no single thought in your fuzzy brain you just wanted him, his mouth, his fingers, his cock, just him.

"atta girl" he praised before using his index to rub your clit over your cotton panties teasing you. "ill be keeping these" he said removing your panties and setting them under his pillow, literally so disgusting you think you'd say but your cunt gushed even more, you could feel yourself clench at the thought of him using your panties to get off on like a perv. "such a pretty little pussy, ready to be used by me hmm?" he questioned you but he did not wait for you to answer no you could feel him use his tongue to run up and down your labia. His tongue felt so good and warm against your cunt even more when he decided to fuck your hole with it, licking inside then coming back out to wrapped his lips around your tiny button sucking and applying a good amount of pressure on it. "taste soo good" he whined really loving the taste of you. You felt extremely overwhelmed with his treatment, thighs shaking, hands shaking but still making their way into his curls. "gonna cum" you moaned loudly feeling his fingers now prodding at your hole. "open your eyes, look at me" Ethan commanded wanting to see your face as u came. You looked down at him seeing his big brown eyes study your face "there we go bunny, now come for me" you whined at his command but did not fail him. You came hard , vision going white as if you were in cloud nine, and him well Ethan was living for this. He still had his mouth on you, his lips sucking on your clit and his fingers fucking into you as you came riding out the orgasm you were having. "good fucking girl" mouth now detached from your pulsing clit but fingers still slowly fucking you. "please please just fuck me please" begging in such a pathetic whiny tone. "just cause you asked so nicely" he stated.

Now your legs were being bent over his shoulders, he was manhandling you into a position you didn't think you could do. He stroked himself using his spit and your juices, trying to lube himself up for you "open your mouth" he said sticking his fingers into your mouth making u gag around them, gathering enough of your spit. "you look so cute like this" he spoke, you were looking at him with tears in your eyes. "okay that's enough" pulling his fingers out your mouth and direct them towards his cock, wrapping his hands around them slicking up his cock even more. "now be a good girl and be quite" you were confused and before you asked he insert himself in one swift motion bottoming out. "fuck" he groaned and you moaned a little too loud for his liking "shhh" hand now placed on your mouth to keep you quite "you're so warm and so fucking tight, fuck" moaning and whining loudly as he felt you from the inside. You can feel him start to pick up his pace, he had let his hand fall from your mouth to the pillow beside you now pressing his chest against yours. You were being folded in half by the way he pressed up against you, you could feel every vein on his cock, could feel his tip rub against that spot that had you arching your back and whining . "you're so deep, can feel you in my tummy" you moaned making him groan against you using his other hand to push your head towards his to kiss you so messy and rough. When he finally let go of your mouth he had to get a good look of you. You had tears streaming down your soft cheeks, lips red from being bitten to stay quite and from his kisses, your hair all messy under you but he still thought you were the most beautiful girl ever.

His thrust became more deeper and harder the more you moaned and whined. You hadn't ever noticed but you had drool dripping from the corner of your mouth, god he really is fucking you stupid. "silly bunny you're drooling, you really love this don't you" keeping his pace as he spoke to you. "love you, love this so much" you spoke in babels, you brain was to fuzzy to even realize what you had said but Ethan heard you and it riled him up even more. He kept a nice pace, fucking up into you using the hand that was holding your head to slide down in between your bodies to rub your little nub in tight little circles. "cum for me baby, cum." he demanded and you obeyed, you came gushing all around his cock, back arching even more against him as your walls spasm around him, breathing heavily letting out little uh uhs ridding out the best fucking orgasm you've ever had. thank yous can be heard coming out of your mouth from every thrust he gave trying to reach his own high "cum for me Ethan, cum inside me please please cum for me" you spoke in a soft voice. He took a few more thrust and finally bottoming himself inside you and cumming. "fuck soo good" he whimpered knowing it was inside you, your warm wet cunt was now claimed by him, he felt proud. "now your mine. You're my cute little bunny" his giggled out loud but yes you now belong to him, officially.

Your hands had been running through his curls as you and Ethan laid on his bed, mind still hazy from the sex. His head laid on your tummy looking up at you with a smile and you smiled back. This is so wrong, but it feels so right.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #ghost face x reader #scream 6 #scream movie

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hypnoneghoul · 2 months

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Father hyppp i am hungy for more ficlets (of any kind) 😞😞 literally obsessed with your writing style

stawp bro you'll make my raging daddy kink turn and go the other way... (I like it) speaking of which daddy kink is exactly what you get heh

820 words of daddy aether and transmasc baby boy dew comfort cockwarming. fluffy kinda smut? i think it is

Aether was doing… nothing, really, reading yet another book by his desk in the infirmary. It was empty, but there always had to be someone there in case of emergencies. He looked over at the annoyingly ticking clock and sighed. Thirteen minutes left of his shift.

The quintessence ghoul turned the page, then another and another, until he heard the door opening. For a split second he had thought it was Omega coming to switch him a few minutes early, but before he even lifted his eyes, Dewdrop’s scent hit his nose.

Anxiety flared in him, afraid that the reason for the fire ghoul’s trip to the hospital wing was injury on his person, but all that dissipated when Dewdrop sent him a crooked smile. There was something… off about him, but he was fine. Aether guessed he’d just come for a visit.

“Hey, firefly,” he greeted him, putting the book down. “What brings you here?”

Dewdrop shrugged, coming closer with a slight slump to his posture.

“What’s wrong?” He didn’t get a reply, only the fire ghoul falling into his arms the moment he was close enough. He hid his face in the other’s chest, hands coming up to cling to his biceps. “Dewdrop, are you alright, baby?”

A whine left him at that and Aether noticed a certain switch in his scent. He was nearly sure what it was but– “Look at me, love.” With help from one of the quintessence ghoul’s hands, Dewdrop lifted his head and– there it was. His eyes all glassy and his pupils blown.

“Oh, baby,” Aether cooed. “Need me to take care of you, yeah?”

Dewdrop nodded.

The quintessence ghoul looked over at the clock again. Two minutes left. He supposed Omega wouldn’t mind if he cut off a minute off of his shift… He hummed in thought before hooking his arms under the small ghoul’s thighs and picking him up. Dewdrop immediately shoved his face into his neck and kicked up a small purr, clinging to Aether for dear life.

Not minding being seen in the corridors, Aether walked out of the infirmary, whispering softly into his mate’s ear. He didn’t know what brought this particular need of his up this time, but he didn’t care, not now. He’d find out later and possibly murder someone if someone was at fault.

“I’ve got you, baby boy. Daddy will take care of you.”

Aether had no idea which one of them enjoyed that particular dynamic more. He’d guess Dewdrop, but the way heat flooded him every single time that word would fall from the fire ghoul’s lips was implying otherwise. It was safe to say they were both incredibly down bad. Sometimes it was just for sex, sometimes it was a way of sharing comfort, sometimes both. Whatever Dewdrop would need.

Now that they finally got to their bedroom, Aether would find out what it was that his mate needed that day. He crawled onto the bed, still holding him, and sat by the headboard. “What is it, baby? What do you need from me?”

“Want your dick, daddy, but– but just– not...” Dewdrop muttered, but seemingly couldn’t spit out what it was that he wanted. Good thing Aether knew him better than he did himself.

“Want to warm me for a bit?” he asked quietly, as if someone would hear. He got a slight nod in response and rewarded Dewdrop with a kiss to the bridge of his nose. They shuffled around to take off their pants, just enough for Aether to take his half-hard cock out and for Dewdrop’s cunt to be able to take it.

The quintessence ghoul slipped his fingers into his mate, finding him slippery already, and stretched him out for just a minute, not wanting to wait any longer for Dewdrop’s sake, but also not wanting to hurt him. When he started to whine quietly against his neck, Aether took his fingers out and lifted the small ghoul up, lining his cock up with his hole.

With a huff Dewdrop sank down onto it, Aether’s dick fitting inside him perfectly, like they were made for each other. The quintessence ghoul said as much, swallowing the noise Dewdrop made at that as he kissed him deeply. “There we go, baby boy. You’ve got me, daddy’s all yours.”

The fire ghoul hummed appreciatively before nuzzling himself back against Aether’s chest, face tucked safely under his chin, nose in his neck. He wrapped his arms all around him and brought a soft blanket to truly swaddle Dewdrop. A rumbly purr sounded from him and Aether kicked up his own, raspy and loud.

Whether Dewdrop would fall asleep like that, decided he’d want to be fucked for real, or whatever else, Aether was content. He had his mate all soft and warm and close to him, and he didn’t need much else. Whatever he’d want, he’d be granted, but for now…

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #dewther #cw daddy kink

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once-moretosee-you · 3 months

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His smile

Alhaitham x f!reader

Nsfw!!! Minors dni

A/n : woke up one morning and had this crazy idea for a quick smut fic 💀 anyways happy birthday to my honey sugar cake boo bear Alhaitham 😍😍🎉🎂

AND happy Chinese New Year, Tết or Lunar New Year🥳🎊

Alhaitham is an interesting individual, and to think you two even got in to a relationship was unbelievable. Sure you're happy that your feelings were reciprocated, but it still bugs you that he doesn't smile a lot.

Though his friends did mentioned how they've never seen him smile so much, let alone laughing out loud, before he started dating you. You're confused, did he really? Once you even count how many times you could make him smile in a day (for a week) , you got 8 AT BEST. But surely he loves you so so much, you know it because there is a smile that only you could pull out of him-

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"H-Haitham- mph!...slow down" your head thrashing side to side, body squirming away from his, anything to stop the immense pleasure he's inflicting on you.

Your plead falling on deaf ears, his hips never stopped its rhythm. Slamming in and out of you with an inhumane speed. Embarrassing wet squelches, the bed creaking with every thrust, loud moans of his name bouncing off the walls, were all music to his ears. He had you in a missonary position, his favourite as he can have a clear view of your face and hold you close.

His turquoise eyes half-lidded , mouth slightly agape letting soft gasps out while looking straight at you so fondly like you've never been more beautiful than now (surely not,you're always beautiful in his eyes <3) . A mess under him. Heat creeping to his face as you lift your weak arms up to his back, scratching it lightly. Pulling him closer so you could bite his shoulder.

"Hahhh nng–...Haitham i'm c-close..." You mewled pathetically as you threw your head back into the soft pillow. He only gave you a low hum, his voice raspy and also quivering a bit? You couldn't tell, as your body tensing up for the up coming, delicious orgasm.

He nippled on your jaw, pounding his hip to yours, helping you chase your high. His knuckles turning white from how tight he was gripping the sheets. He eyes your chest, the way your tits bouncing so deliciously, your nipples glazing his rock hard chest with every thrust he gave you made his mouth water.

And finally the knot in your stomach exploded, pleasure ripping through your whole body, leaving your mouth open with a silent scream. Squeezing your eyes shut, while he's slowly losing his rhythm, sloppyly thrusting in and out you at a low pace. Some grinding here and there making you shake violently due to overstimulation.

He leaned forward, giving you a gentle kiss on your lidded eye. "Such a good girl" he cooed, praising his beautiful sweetheart for giving him such an outstanding orgasm. Your chest heaving as to try and help calming yourself down from the intenseness. Your mind and limps going numb as you can't help but smile at his affirmation.

When you opened your teary eyes, you were met with a smiling Alhaitham. Although...he wasn't exactly smiling.

His brows furrowed together, his body covered in dew and his lips contorts to a wide smirk, your hazy little brain can't focus on anything else but him right now. His eyes were locked at where you're connected, the sloppy thrusts, the way your pussy continuously clenches around his dick made him go crazy. He took in a shaky breath as he started picking up the pace again, chasing his own high.

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Your Alhaitham was a very interesting individual, indeed. He always had a wide smirk plastered on his pretty face whenever he'd made you cum. It feeds his ego. He knows only he can make a mess out of you like this. Only he can pleasure his precious darling, make her go dumb on his cock.

#al haitam x reader #alhaitham smut #alhaitham #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #happy birthday #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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onedamnminuteadmiral · 27 days

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@practicefortheheart I are collabing! For this piece, I wrote a 500-word fic, and Nina drew a beautiful piece inspired by it! Next, Nina will draw and I will write inspired by their art!

See their INCREDIBLE art here:

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Homesick

The flower sparkles with dew, its thousands of concentric yellow petals mesmerizing, calling Jim to kneel beside it. It reminds him of Earth's sun, Iowa summers, though he is further from his childhood home than he has ever been. Further than any man has ever been, in fact.

"Captain," Spock says, casting a shadow over the flower before Jim even lifts his eyes. "It would be unwise to fall too far behind the landing party."

The voices of Jim’s crewmates echo off the trees and into the depths of this strange and alien forest, as their bright uniforms disappear behind the foliage. They have a mission on this planet. They always do.

"Join me," Jim says. He scoots to the side, and motions to the spot where his knees have left wet indents in the loam and soil.

Spock hesitates. But he’s used to Jim's whims by now, maybe even fond of indulging them. He tucks his tricorder to his chest and kneels, letting the dappled sunlight through the canopy once again shine over the flower. It's the only one like it in this clutch of grass, in the whole forest as far as Jim can tell.

Jim wonders if it's lonely.

"I wanted to pick it," Jim murmurs, as Spock reaches forward to touch a light fingertip to an even lighter petal. "But I don't see any others. Can you imagine if my sentimentality eradicated an entire species of flora?" He chuckles to himself, smiles.

"You are feeling sentimental?" Spock asks. He withdraws his touch, a glimmer of dew clinging to his finger.

"Always," Jim admits. “I’ve been homesick.” He tilts his head to look at Spock, how beautiful and calm he is, how close.

Spock nods, understanding as he understands everything about Jim, that Jim wouldn't trade his life of exploration for anything.

“It is an aesthetically pleasing specimen,” Spock says, which isn't what he actually means. He means ‘I hear you. I see you. I am here with you.’

A curious call echoes through the trees, no doubt the landing party realizing their superior officers have strayed. And Jim closes his eyes, sighs. Reluctantly, he puts his hands on his knees and shoves himself to his feet.

“They're ringing the dinner bell, Mister Spock,” he says. But Spock is stuck in place beside the little flower. Before Jim can even think to stop him, Spock reaches forward and plucks the bloom at its stem with a tiny snap.

“Spock!” Jim practically gasps. Spock stands, unfazed.

“I have observed many of these plants budding throughout the forest. This one is not the last of its kind, merely the first to bloom.” Almost childlike, he holds the flower out to Jim. “You will enjoy it.”

Jim stares at the flower for all of a moment before the blush rises on his cheeks. He reaches out. Their fingers brush. He doesn't let go of the flower, and neither does Spock, and their eyes lock and Jim’s heart flutters, and suddenly --

Suddenly, Jim isn't homesick at all.

#admiral writes #pracicefortheheart #space husbands #k/s #spirk #t'hy'la #star trek #my fic #ficlet

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genderlessghoul · 7 months

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Thinking thoughts of transmasc Phantom's first experience with trans tape and it goes horribly wrong. Luckily, a certain fire ghoul finds him in his time of distress.

IT WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO GET THIS LONG WOAH.

Anyway, t4t Phantom and Dew fluff below the cut, with mention of trans Rain (everyone's trans, heck yeah) nothing sexual but they do be naked. Nothing graphic but Phantom do be getting scars in the long run.

This entire thing was a stupid idea. The idea of not having to wear an extra article of clothes to hide his chest had been very appealing, so was the thought of not having to reposition himself in a binder all day. He also had liked the prospect of getting to wear his binding equipment for a few days. But now it all seems like the worst decision he's made possibly ever.

He's on his second day with the tape on. It was fine the day before. It started being uncomfy during the evening but it didn't really bother him until that morning. He pulled through the entire day and every second he could feel the adhesive pull on his skin in the most uncomfortable way possible.

The decision was made right after dinner to take it off. His skin needed to breathe. The pull was painful when he entered the bathroom and now, 20 minutes later, it's unbearable. He needs the tape off yesterday. But he only got one tiny piece off and it felt like he was skinning himself alive. And he's supposed to do that for what, 7 more strips? He might just keep them on for the rest of his life, it's less painful than removing them.

He conciders it but he can't. He can't bare the feeling of anything touching his skin anymore. He tries to go back to removing the strips but it hurts too much, he's just making pathetic pained sounds while he pulls slowly, millimeter after millimeter. He's vaguely aware that his cheeks are wet but he doesn't know when he started crying.

Before long, he's on his knees on the cold bathroom floor, crying softly out of pain and frustration. Holding his head in his hands because he can't bare to remove the tape but he can't bare not to do it.

"What the fuck?"

Phantom about jumps out of his skin when he hears the voice. He turns around to find Dewdrop standing in the doorway. More like leaning against it, arms crossed over his chest. The quintessence ghoul didn't close the door but he didn't think he'd have to, as the only way in is through his own bedroom.

"You scared the living shit out of me, what the fuck are you doing in my room?" he's trying to hide the obvious shake in his voice with a dry tone, scrambling to dry his face with his sweaty palms. The last thing he needs right now is for Dew to make fun of him.

"We share a wall, dumbass, I could hear your whining. Decided I'd come check out the situation for myself. Now what do we have here?"

The fire ghoul walks up to the other and offers a hand to pick him off the floor. Once on his feet, Dew grabs Phantom by his shoulders to gently coax him into turning to the right, then to the left, taking the time to examine the pieces of athletic tape glued to his side. Phantom knows he looks ridiculous. The tape is that wanna-be flesh tone colour that doesn't look real on any human, much less on a ghoul with such dark grey skin and such bright white patches. The job is uneven, he couldn't get both sides to matches. The tape is full of ugly wrinkles that make his skin itch. Truly a poor sight to witness.

"Tried tape for the first time? Not too bad I guess... There's a whole lotta wrinkles in it though, it's not gonna be a fun time removing it."

Phantom's eyes glue to the floor at that last part and the fire ghoul catches onto it. A concerned and puzzled look paints itself on his face as he turns the younger ghoul around one more time. There in his back, he can see a bright red spot right in the middle of one of the quintessence ghoul's white patches, directly next to the tape.

"You absolute idiot. Are... Are you trying to remove it raw?"

"I figured it was like a bandaid, I could just peal it off... Obviously not." he speaks softly. Dew turns him around one last time and grabs his face to force him to make eye contact.

"Why in all seven circles of Hell would you not ask me about it? Or Rain? You can't just peal it off, you're gonna take your entire back, sides and tits out with it!"

"I don't know, I just didn't think there was anything more to it."

The fire ghoul lets him go with a sigh.

"Okay just... Just stay there, don't touch anything. I'll be back in a couple minutes, okay?"

"Yeah okay."

Dew leaves and Phantom thinks he might start to cry again. The whole pack would know in a matter of seconds, they'd surely laugh at him in the morning for his pathetic attempt. He stares at the singular piece of tape sitting on his bathroom counter, the only one he managed to remove. He should have asked Dew about it, about the entire process really, but he was so scared of being made fun of for needing help with a task that sounded so simple.

The fire ghoul returns soon enough, he's armed with a bottle of some liquid and one of his own towel. There's a couple other things in a pouch that he sets on the counter top.

"Get in the shower, we're gonna oil you up like a rotisserie chicken."

"What?"

Dew rolls his eyes. "This is baby oil, it helps break down the adhesive in the tape. I don't wanna make a mess of your bathroom floor so get in the shower!"

"They make oil out of babies???"

Phantom looks completely horrified and Dew's thoroughly unamused. "It's made for babies, dipshit."

"... Oh."

He strips out of his pajama pants and boxers and slips into the shower. The fire ghoul follows suit after removing his own clothes. He jumps straight into his task, uncapping the bottle and lining the lip with the top of Phantom's tape, letting the oil soak through the offending material. He glides the bottle slowly over the entire lenght of one side of the quintessence ghoul's body, then repeats on the other side. Dew restarts the process a few times, each time lower on the tape, until every part of it looks soaked.

"I'm gonna work the oil into the tape, just to make sure it's completely soaked throught. Let me know if any spot hurts in particular, okay? You probably have a fair amount of blisters and raw skin under there, I don't wanna hurt you more than I have to."

Phantom nods and Dew discards the bottle on the shower floor. He starts gently massaging the tape, starting in the back and moving slowly towards the front. He sees the way Phantom winces when his fingers press into the very back on the strips and tries to soften his motions.

"You shouldn't stretch the tape so much in the back. The first and last inch of a strip serve kind of as anchor points, don't stretch them or you're not gonna have a fun time." Dew offers his quintessence ghoul some advice as he works.

"Huh uh" Phantom elects to rest his head on the other's shoulder, inhaling his scent to distract from the accidental self-inflicted pain. He smells like wood smoke and fresh cinnamon rolls, a lot sweeter than usual. Dew's fingers work over a few wrinkles.

"Put the tape on as flat as possible. Wrinkles will cause blisters. They can get really big and leave stupid ugly scars. They're also generally just painful so don't do that shit on purpose."

"Huh uh" Phantom knows there's no magic coming from the fire ghoul, nut he still feels like his touch makes his skin feel better.

Once he's done massaging all over the tape, Dew elects to run his fingers over Phantom's shoulder blades in a soothing motion for a while. The younger ghoul's head is still resting on his shoulder, his breath slowly stabilizing now that there's no immediate pain inflicted on him.

"When you want to remove it, you have to make sure you completely soak it in oil for a little while before. Any oil works, really, I just liked baby oil the best back then. Mount would scold me over using anything from the kitchen since you need a pretty obscene amount."

Phantom lets out a small hum as a reply and his hands move absentmindedly to Dew's own sides, his thumbs resting at the base of his scars. If getting himself in a stupid predicament is all it takes to get the fire ghoul's soft and caring side, he should do stupid things more often.

They stay like that for a little while longer before Dew's hands make their way back to the tape. "Let's try this again now, shall we?"

Phantom apprehends the pain when fingers lift the corner of a strip, but it never comes. It's removed slowly, without any real struggle. The other ghoul lets it fall at the bottom of the shower with a wet thump.

"See?" he says in a soothing voice. "It's a whole lot better when you do it right."

The fire ghoul whispers soft praises into his ear as he continues the job, slowly, piece by piece, until they're all sitting next to their fallen comrade on the shower floor.

Dew places a small kiss to the top of Phantom's head before detaching him from his sides. He discards the strips of tape to a corner with his foot and turns on the water, setting it to a comforting warmth.

"Now we just gotta un-rotisserie chicken you. Don't wanna get your sheets all oily."

"It's gonna hurt like a bitch if you scrub."

"Not gonna scrub I promise. Been there done that, never again."

He doesn't give Phantom a chance to argue before he's picking up the bottle of coconut scented body wash, squirting some into his hands and lathering it. He repeats his task of slowly working over the previously taped area on the quintessence ghoul's body. He's working as gently as he can but he still sees the way Phantom clenches his teeth whenever he reaches a blister or a spot of particularly sore skin.

Dew makes sure the ghoul in front of him is completely cleaned of any oil before he works the few spots where he got some on himself. The water is closed and he takes the other's hand to guide him out of the shower. Dew wraps him towel over his hips before grabbing another one and patting Phantom dry, still as careful over his sensitive spots.

The quintessence ghoul catches a glimpse of himself in the shower and only then does he realise how badly he messed up. Any white area of his skin that was covered by the tape is now red and inflamed, the darker parts no doubt just a bad even if he can't see it. There's blisters all over his sides and back, of varrying sizes but all with a disturbing yellowish undertone. The front of his body was miraculously spared that treatment.

"It's not as bad as it looks, I promise." Dew tries some reassuring words while he rummages through the pouch he brought. He takes out a small jar and a roll of gaze.

"You should've seen Rain's first try, I was patching up holes in his back for like months. He wasn't as lucky as you, I only found him after he ripped off all the tape by himself."

"Wait really?"

"Yeah that's why he has those dark spots there. He tells everyone they're really big freckles but... Don't tell him I told you."

Dew takes off the lid of his small jar. There's so sort of jelly-looking substance inside. He silently coaxes Phantom into lifting his arms up so he can apply a fair amount over his wounds and sore skin, wrapping his entire chest with gaze once he's done.

"There. That should help everything heal faster."

"Thank you."

"Oh, don't mention it. I wasn't about to let you skin yourself alive. Now you know how to not do things next time."

"I'm really not concinced I want there to be a next time."

"Hey," he takes Phantom face in his hands once more "we've all been there. Binding correctly, especially with tape like that, it's a learning curve. Especially if you have no one to teach you. Or if you decide that you don't need to be taught. Just ask us for help next time, okay?"

"Yeah, okay..."

Dew places a soft kiss on the quintessence ghoul's lips before letting go of his face. "Come on, I'm getting hella tired."

He grabs Phantom by the hand and all but drags him to his bed. The fire ghoul lays on his back and encourages the other to lie on top of him, on his stomach so that he's not squashing any blister.

Phantom's head comes to rest on Dew's chest, hearing the consistent beat of his heart. Warm arms wrap themselves around his middle and start rubbing at his lower back.

"Sorry I ruined your evening. You probably plans that didn't involve having to rescue me from tape, of all things."

"Don't worry about it, baby boy." he plants another kiss in his hair and Phantom kicks up a purr at the pet name.

"I'm just glad I didn't catch you with fucking duct tape or some shit."

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghost #ghost ficlet #ghost fanfiction #fanfic #ficlet #meerkat writes #everyone's trans because I said so

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sodobabe · 22 days

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I’m With You Always: GN Reader x Aether x Dew x Swiss (Poly Relationship)

A/N: I have been wanting to work on a fic where a ghoul, or in this case, three ghouls, take care of the reader while the reader is suffering through a depressive episode and finally breaks down. This was originally just going to be Aether x reader but I got carried away so the reader is in a poly relationship with Aether, Dew, and Swiss. If polyamorous relationships are not your thing, just skip this. If they are your thing, enjoy this heartwarming fic of three ghouls taking care of their mate.

Warnings: A WHOLE LOT OF ANGST mentions of self-hatred (reader has semi-suicidal thoughts), mention of nausea, tooth rotting fluff,

You sat in the library by yourself, letting your brain rot with bad thoughts. I don’t deserve anything. I am nothing. Maybe the world would be better if I was dead. The thoughts were all consuming. You had been feeling this way for quite some time now. Even members of the abbey could tell as they would always ask if you were feeling okay because you did not seem like your normal self. You closed your eyes, hoping to hold back your tears, but alas, you failed. You curled up in the window bench as you watched the rain splash into the already forming puddle on the sidewalk. The more you watched the rain, the more it seemed as if your tears matched its pace.

As you sat there, paying no mind to anything other than the thoughts in your head, you heard a ruckus coming from across the library. You turned your head to see who it was and quickly snapped your head back around hoping that Aether, Swiss, and Dew didn’t notice you curled up in the window. You focused your attention back on the growing puddle. It was hypnotizing. It gave you time to create worse thoughts. What if I jumped out of the window? Would I die, or would I just suffer more because I would only be severely injured? The thoughts were growing with more and more morbid details. You closed your eyes to try to quiet your mind.

As your mind continued to race, you felt as if you couldn’t breathe. You realized it was getting harder and harder to fill your aching lungs. Fuck. They’re going to sense my distress. You were absolutely correct. You felt a stronger hand on your shoulder. You knew it was Aether. You knew his familiar touch, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to look at such a caring ghoul.

”Y/N? You alright, love?” Aether's voice was as smooth as the calm ocean.

All you could do was shake your head as a torrent of tears ran down your blood red cheeks. You tried to take a deep breath to sooth yourself, but a sob was let out instead.

”Oh, my little love. It’s okay, shhhh, you’re okay. I’ve got you,” Aether softly spoke, as he picked you up from your window.

You lost it, you sobbed into the warmth of his chest as he carried you out of the library, motioning for Swiss and Dew to follow him. You couldn’t stop the tears even if you wanted to. Aether gently carried you back to his room in the ghoul den and placed you softly into his nest. As you felt all of Aether’s engulf your aching body, you curled in on yourself, hugging your knees, and essentially curling up into a ball. You felt the bed sink next to you as Aether sat down and gently placed a hand on your back.

“Dew, can you go fix up some soup and grab some ginger ale?” Aether asked, knowing that you would make yourself nauseous by working yourself up.

”Sure thing, any type of soup?” Dew asked as he made his way out of Aether’s room.

”Anything we have, they’re not picky,” Aether said with a light chuckle.

”Swiss, can you go to their room, grab their stuffie, a fresh pair of clothes, and the book they’ve been reading that is on their bedside table?” Aether asked the multi.

Swiss didn’t reply. He simply nodded and made a beeline for your room. Aether stood up from the bed and threw on a pair of sweatpants and abandoned his shirt. He knew that you enjoyed feeling his bare chest. At this point, he was willing to do anything to get you calm enough so you did not make yourself sick. He crawled back into bed with you, sat against his head board, and pulled you to his chest. Your head met his chest and you knew you would be okay, however, you could not bring yourself to stop crying.

”Don’t worry, my love. I’ve got you now. I’ve got you forever. No need to worry. I am here, as long as you need or want me to be,” Aether cooed into your ear.

You laid on the quintessence ghoul, listening to his heart beat, trying to steady your mind. You weren’t even sure what you were thinking anymore. You were just feeling emotions that you had been keeping to yourself. Aether continued to rub gentle circles on your back and gently shush you as you tried to gather your emotions. You were happy knowing that he still cared about you, even at your lowest like this. His very essence was enough to calm you to the point that your eyes stopped producing tears. Once you thought you were calm enough, you looked up at Aether who was looking back at you.

”Hey, lovebug. You’re okay,” he said before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

”Aeth, I- I’m sorry,” you mumbled out.

“What are you sorry for?” He questioned, confusion flushing over his face.

“For being like this. For being an emotional mess all the time. I wish I wasn’t like this. I hate it. I hate myself for it,” you began to babble.

“Hey, stop that. You’re allowed to feel feelings, but you are not allowed to hate yourself. I won’t allow it. You are an amazing human being. You are the kindest soul I have met. You are worthy, Y/N. Do not let anyone tell you differently, even yourself,” he said, reassuringly.

The tears started again as you thought he was mad at you for saying you hated yourself. He pulled you closer to him, and started to gently rock you back and forth, trying to get you to calm down again.

”Shhhhh, Y/N. I am not mad at you, my little love. I am simply trying to reassure you of what a great person you are. I could never be mad at you, ever,” he said as he resumed rubbing your back.

As he continued holding you, Dew walked back in with your soup and ginger ale. You needed it, you hadn’t eaten in two days. You needed to eat but could not bring yourself to do so.

”Hey, little firefly. I have soup and fizzy ginger juice,” Dew said with a chuckle to himself.

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at the fire ghoul’s dry sense of humor, even if tears were still pouring out of your eyes. Dew sat down in the nest next to Aether and held your soup, waiting for you to sit up and take a bite.

”Wanna try and eat? You can sit up, we aren’t going anywhere,” Aether reassured, noticing your tight grip on his upper body.

Once you realized that you were surrounded by the ones you loved, minus Swiss for the time being, you started to relax. You mustered up the strength to pry yourself off of the warm quint ghoul, and took the bowl of warm soup from Dew.

“It might be a little cooler now, want me to warm it up for you?” Dew asked, holding out his hands.

”No, thank you, it’s a good temperature,” you said as you finished your first bite.

The soup felt good going down. It was warm enough to warm you up, but not scorching hot. You did a little shimmy as you continued eating your soup. You looked up at the two ghouls who were staring back at you, smiles spread across your face. As you continued eating your soup, Swiss bolted back into Aether’s room with your stuffie and a pair of clothes for you.

”I’m back, sorry it took so long, Rain was being needy, as always,” Swiss said as he handed Aether your stuffie and put your clothes on the couch next to Aether’s bathroom.

He crawled into the bed on the other side of Aether and snuggled into the quintessence ghoul’s side. Swiss had joined the relationship that you, Aether, and Dew had formed. You loved all three of them equally, as they loved you and each other equally. They each helped you through depression in different ways. Aether was always the one to hold you while you cried, well they all did that, but Aether was different. He was more soothing. He didn’t force you to talk about anything if you did not want to. Swiss was also soothing but tried to get you to talk, which most of the times you would, but he never understood why you wouldn’t the other times. He always talked about his feelings so he just thought everyone did. Dew, sweet Dewdrop. He tried to be helpful when it was just you and him, and you were in an episode, but the poor ghoul has a hard time expressing his emotions, let alone helping others with theirs. He would hold you and text Aether to come help. You loved him nonetheless.

“Wanna talk about it?” Swiss chimed in.

“Swiss, not everybody talks about their feelings,” Aether said, sternly.

”I know, but sometimes they talk about them,” Swiss replied.

”Maybe in a little, just wanna finish my soup and lay down,” you said, as you smiled to your multi ghoul.

As you took the last bite of your soup, and sipped the remaining broth, you handed your bowl back to Dew for him to place on the table next to Aether’s bed. You resumed your position laying between Aether’s legs with your head on his broad chest. He wrapped his arms around you as Dew snuggled into Aether’s side, wrapping his arm around you, and Swiss doing the same on the other side.

”A shower would really help you,” Dew chimed in.

“In a minute, just wanna lay here right now,” you replied, giving a soft smile to the kind fire ghoul.

The four of you laid in bed for a few minutes before you decided that you did in fact need a shower, but when you went to move, you realized that Aether and Swiss had fallen asleep. Dew was still awake, staring at you with admiration.

“Dew?” You whispered.

”What’s up, babe?” He replied.

”Wanna take a shower,” you mumbled.

The fire ghoul slowly pried himself off of the sleeping quintessence ghoul and stood up out of bed, releasing a big stretch while holding out his hand to you. You got out of bed next, and took his hand. The two of you walked to Aether’s bathroom and quietly closed the door. Dew started the shower, making sure the temperature was to your liking.

“Do you want me to cover my eyes, y’know, so you can undress?” The fire ghoul asked shyly.

”Dew, you do realize that you’ve seen me naked too many times to count, right. I don’t care if you look,” you joked with him.

”I know, but I feel like now is the wrong time to be turned on,” he chuckled, his tail tucked between his legs.

You rolled your eyes and smiled as you started to undress. You finally stepped into the shower and the hot water felt amazing against your aching body. You stood in the downpour for a minute before you realized you didn’t want to be alone.

”Dew? Can you join me? Don’t wanna be alone,” you said, shyly.

Before you knew it, a naked Dew was joining you in the shower. He knew exactly what to do as he embraced you, gently tipping your head back into the water to get your hair nice and wet. He then stuck his own head into the water, getting his stunning blonde hair wet. You always enjoyed showering with Dew. Even though the water was hot, he added to it. He grabbed your shampoo and squeezed a good amount into his hand before rubbing his hands together and gently massaging it into your hair. The warmth of his palms along with the massaging sensation relaxed you even more. While he was at it, he also added shampoo to his hair. While he let his shampoo sit, he embraced you once again and tipped your head under the water to rinse it out. One of his hands embraced the small of your back while the other worked on getting the shampoo out of your hair. Once your hair was shampoo free, he grabbed the conditioner and lathered your ends to make sure they were good and hydrated. He let that sit while he rinsed the shampoo out of his own hair. He didn’t bother to condition his hair as he only did it once a week. While the conditioner was still sitting in your hair, he took the time to wash your body. He picked up the clean washcloth that was on the towel rack and put a little bit of Aether’s body wash on it, knowing you liked to use his. He then gently ran the cloth all over your body, leaving sensual kisses along your body in the process. He then wiped himself down with the cloth. It was time to completely rinse. He held you close to him, under the downfall of water and worked his hands through the ends of your hair, making sure to get all of the conditioner out, while the water washed the soap off of the two of you.

Now that the shower was done, he helped you dry off and put on your fresh clothes. He went to reach for a clean shirt of his when he noticed you were staring at it.

”Would you like this shirt instead of the one you are wearing?” He smirked at you.

All you did was nod. He picked up the shirt and walked over to you. He gently lifted your hands up and pulled the shirt you were wearing off before pulling it onto himself. He then pulled his shirt onto you and gave you a deep kiss.

”I love you, Y/N. Never forget it. We all love you,” he whispered in your ear before opening the bathroom door.

Swiss and Aether were awake now, just chilling on the bed with each other. Dew took your hand and guided you back to bed. You crawled back in between Aether’s legs and placed your back against his chest.

“Mmmm, you smell delightful, love,” he purred in your ear.

”Do you want to read your book? I brought it for you,” Swiss said as he reached behind him and grabbed the paperback.

You graciously took it from him and opened it to where you left off.

”Thank you, all of you. I love you all so much and I’m sorry that I can be a lot sometimes,” you said, taking a moment before starting your reading.

”We wouldn’t have you any other way, Y/N,” Swiss says as he gives you a quick kiss.

”We don’t want you any other way,” Aether seconds, kissing the back of your neck.

”You’re perfect just the way you are, my fire love,” Dew said as he took your hand.

The three ghouls snuggled into each other after throwing on Inside Out, one of Dew’s favorites. You leaned your back into Aether as you continued your reading. Before you knew it, you were being woken up by Swiss taking your book from you, making sure to place your bookmark into the pages.

“Get some sleep, love. You deserve it. We will all be here when you wake up. Those two are out cold. If you need anything, let me know,” Swiss said before giving your forehead a kiss. He was always up throughout the night. Consider it a nightwatch.

#the band ghost #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #aether fluff #swiss ghoul #dewdrop fluff #Swiss ghoul fluff #dewdrop x reader #aether x reader #swiss x reader #polyamorous ghouls

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her-satanic-wiles · 4 months

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hi! I've been struggling with my college course and super stressed with it and I was wondering if you could write a Sodo/Swiss×reader where reader has a panic attack and they calm her down?

Thank you!

Hiya, lovely!

I don't normally answer requests and my requests are closed indefinitely, but I thought I'd make an exception with this. I hope you feel better soon, and please take breaks when you need to. I've been through college and uni (twice) and I know how fucking awful the assignments can be. Your loved ones are there for you when you need them. Eat, stay hydrated and please be kind to yourself!

I also decided to use both Sodo (Dew) and Swiss because fuck it. Why have one when you could have two? Warnings: sfw, detailed panic attacks, comfort.

Your teeth were numb from the heavy breathing you’d been doing, coupled with your racing mind and thumping heart, you were crouched in the corner of the L-shaped bookcase of the Ministry’s library. You were all alone in this section of the library, which is usually how you liked it. But today the weight of your assignments loomed over you and bore down on your shoulders, adding vast amounts of pressure to your mind you could barely concentrate on your homework. So much to do and not enough time to do it in left you feeling panicked and helpless.

And that’s how you found yourself in this position: crouched and shivering, fighting with your own lungs because they just wouldn’t fill. You’d barely had enough time to shoot Dewdrop a text that stated simply, help. Library. Before you felt your world crashing down around you and spinning on its axis at unbearable speeds.

When Dew arrived, he wasn’t alone: Swiss was swift on his heels once he’d called for him. They’d split up to try and find you as quickly as possible, and Dew was the first one to your position. Dew, immediately, no questions asked dropped to his knees in front of you and forced you to look at him.

“Slowly,” he commanded, calm and gentle as you needed him to be, yet urgent enough to have you listen, “breathe in… one… two… three… out… one… two… three…”

Swiss turned the corridor shortly after while Dew was helping you regulate your breaths, and picked up your bottle of water you’d left on the desk. Once your breathing had steadied and the tears began to flow, Swiss undid the cap for you and handed you the thermos. “Small sips, baby,” he told you softly, “there you go.”

As Swiss’ large hands stroked your hair, Dew had wrapped you up in his arms and, once the water had been safely handed back to Swiss let you sob onto his shoulder.

Dew continued to hold you tightly, his embrace providing a sense of security amid the chaos that had enveloped your mind. He whispered words of reassurance, a soothing cadence that helped to ground you in the present moment.

“You’re okay. We’re here for you,” Dew murmured, his voice a steady anchor. “Take all the time you need. There’s no rush. We’ve got your back.”

Swiss, still stroking your hair with a tenderness that fit his kind demeanor, offered a comforting presence. “You’re not alone in this, okay? We’ll help you through it. One step at a time.”

As your sobs began to subside, Dew pulled away gently, keeping one hand on your shoulder. “Feeling a bit better?” he asked, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You managed a shaky nod, the weight on your chest easing with each passing moment. Swiss handed you a tissue, and you wiped away the remnants of your tears. They both stayed close, allowing you the space to gather yourself without judgment.

Swiss took a seat beside you, offering a warm smile. “You are smart, brave, and wonerful. We believe in you and love you so, so much.”

Dew chimed in, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. “And if you ever need a break, or just someone to talk to, we’re right here. The Ministry’s demands can be overwhelming, but you don’t have to face it alone.”

The three of you came to an agreement to leave the library and locate a more private area to reorganise. As you walked together, Dew draped an arm around your shoulders and Swiss on the other, making a safe cocoon. Their solidarity wrapped around you like a cosy shawl, bringing solace in the face of academic difficulty.

As the sun set below the horizon, giving a warm glow over the tranquil scene, you sat together in a hidden part of the library garden, surrounded by ancient trees and the soft whisper of leaves. Dew and Swiss listened to your concerns and fears, offering words of support and sharing their own experiences. The weight on your shoulders began to lift, and you were able to take strength from the support of loyal friends.

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iamthecomet · 2 months

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-tumbles in-

First and foremost <3

Second, some ghoul thoughts.

Dew is a very tactile guy; He likes to hold and be held, and gives some of the best goddamn hugs.

Even Swiss, who is seen as a very physically passionate guy, melts into Dew's hugs, and has even shed a couple tears while in his arms.

He's comfortably warm and smells oddly comforting, so it's easy to just relax into his embrace, and when he starts to run a soothing hand over your back or through your hair, it's hard not to feel safe.

Aether will sometimes seek him out after a long day in the infirmary just to rest his head on his chest and let Dew's hands work their magic while the ghoul purrs up a storm.

However, when Dew is feeling crumby and needs a pick me up, who does he go to? Who does he think gives the best hugs?

Swiss is up there, but he talks too much sometimes, Aether is nice, but he frets too much, and he loves the rest of his packmates, but when he needs that quiet, tender embrace?

He goes to Zephyr.

No matter how much he loves it when Cumulus spoons him, Rain plays with his hair, or Omega lets him lay on his chest...

It's Zephyr who knows exactly how to make him feel safe and comfortable enough to forget the stress and worries of the day and sleep.

Sometimes the others will find him curled up beside them, an arm holding him close, and the look Zephyr gives them when they approach is very clear, "Wake him up, and I will kill you."

There's something about Dew that makes Zephyr feel... protective, perhaps.

Maybe it's because they're acutely aware of how others perceive him, that they think he's closed off and doesn't want or need the softness he craves so strongly at times, or maybe it's because Dew reminds them just a little bit of Ifrit.

Who's to say.

-tumbles out-

<3<3<3<3<3<3 oh my heart. This is...oh Dew. Oh Zeph. I'm so glad we share the headcanon that Dew gives great fucking hugs. He's a little guy, but he's warm and he hugs tight and strong. Hugging Dew feels like home. and of course it's Zephyr. Calm. Sturdy. Quiet Zeph, who won't ever try to get Dew to talk, won't fuss over him. Will just let him melt into a hug without any questions, no reason needed, no worry. I just adore them. ♥

#comet comments #lamp #zephyr ghoul #dewdrop ghoul

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chapel-of-rizztual · 2 months

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*LEAPS INTO ASKBOX* okay, for a potential idea could we please have Cardinal Copia with feisty Dewdrop agere? Dew is feeling around 5-6 but very sleepy and bratty. He just needs someone who is patient and a tad bit stern :')

anon bc i'm shy about these things but obvious mutual emoji so you know who it is

-🧃

Send some agere/regressed ghoul requests

It had been a long day. Travelling all day to a new venue, then playing a show, then getting back on the bus to move on to the next venue had been exhausting. All the ghouls were tired. Copia could see the tiredness in their faces, hell, he could feel it in his own, the heaviness in his eyes. But one ghoul in particular he could see the exhaustion on more than the others.

He been watching Dew fight sleep for the last twenty minutes now. He watched as the little ghouls eyes would droop until they were almost closed before his head would jerk back and he’d wake up abruptly. As determined as Dew seemed to be to finish the film the ghouls had picked out to watch for the evening, there was only so many times Copia could watch him struggle like this.

He made his was over to him, kneeling in front of him and placing a gentle hand on his knees. Dew jumps and makes an annoyed squeak, glaring down at Copia.

“Wha’ was tha’ for?” He slurs, slow blinking at him.

“I think it’s time you went to bed, little one.” Copia whispers, trying not to disturb the other ghouls.

Dew pouts at him, frowning in a way Copia thinks might be him trying to intimidating but he looks more like an angry kitten. “M not little, I’m big.”

“Oh yes, of course. My bad.” Copia puts on a serious voice, trying his hardest not to giggle when Dew yawns. “But I still think it’s time for bed, even for big ghouls like you.”

Dew rubs his eye with his fist, yawning again. “But I’m watchin’.” He lazily points to the tv, yawning again. “The films.”

Copia can’t help but chuckle then, watching as Dew blinks hard trying to stay awake.

“Do you even know the plot of the film at this point.”

Dew frowns at him again and the image of an angry kitten pops into Copias head again. “Uh huh. S’ got people in it. And a dragon.” He blinks in confusion. “Or maybe it’s just a big lizard.”

Copia laughs as he stands, grimacing when his knees crack at the shift of weight.

“Definitely time for bed.” He hold a hand out expecting Dew to take it but he bats it away with a glare.

“Nooooo.” Dew pouts up at him. “Don’t wanna. Not even tired.”

A full belly laugh bubbles from Copia before he can even stop it. “I know that’s a lie, little one. I’ve watched you try not to fall asleep for the last twenty minutes now.”

Dew huffs and crosses his arms across his chest.

“No you haven’t.”

“Oh, but I have. I know you’ve been tired all day, so now it’s time to sleep.” Copia holds his hand out again for Dew to take.

Dew whines and pouts, shaking his head. Copia rolls his eyes at his typical fire chill stubbornness.

“I’ll give you two options. You can either take your own little butt off to bed.” Copia pauses, waiting for Dew to answer. He doesn’t. “Or, I’ll pick you up and carry you to bed.” Knowing how much Dew usually hates being carried, he expects the ghoul to jump straight up and rush always.

To his surprise however, Dew takes a second to think about it, biting his lip as he does. He eventually looks up at Copia with wide puppy eyes.

“Up.” He lifts his arms up, making grabby hand at him.

Copia feels his eyebrows raise in surprise. “Up? Are you sure?” He asks warily, not wanting to get ripped to shreds by ghoul claws.

Dew pouts at him, and nods. “Up!”

Copia doesn’t hesitate scooping the little ghoul up then, letting Dew wrap his legs around his waist and rest his head in his shoulder. He carries him off towards where the bunks are as Dew purrs into his neck.

“Can I sleep in your bed?” Dew whispers.

Copia hums, rubbing a hand down Dews back. “Of course, little one. Whatever you want.”

Dew perks up a little a that promise. “Will you rub my belly?”

Copia laughs, expecting a request like that from Dew. “Of course.” He presses a kiss to Dews temple. “Anything you want.”

Dew lets out a happy but very sleepy chirp into his neck. He’s fast asleep, snoring on Copias shoulder before they even make it to his bed.

#regressed ghouls #the band ghost #ficlet #cardinal copia #dewdrop ghoul #my writing #🧃anon #<- even though I know who you are 👀

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