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OK OK HEAR ME OUT FOR A FICLET PROMPT
Mountain comes back from the greenhouses and starts coughing up flower petals. Aether starts PANICKING because he's read about hanahaki disease and starts trying to figure out why Mountain is hiding whoever he's in love with if its killing him and Mountain is just like ????? It's my magic and I have allergies????? And Aether is all relieved and then they cuddle lmao idk
Ok, but I wish I could explain to you the roller coaster ride I went on when I first read this ask. I got so SCARED.
I love this so so much.
Aether and Mountain (fear and) fluff below the cut ♥
"Yeah," Aether says. He clasps his hands behind his back, petals still pinned between his fingers. "Dew and Swiss were getting into it and I didn't feel like moderating."
The petals are pink. There’s a handful of them on Mountain’s bedside table. Aether touches his fingers to them. They look like rose petals. They’re lush, fresh.
It’s Spring. Aether doesn’t know much about flowers, but he knows enough to know that the roses aren’t blooming yet. And that even if for some reason they were, Mountain doesn’t have pink roses.
He hears a harsh cough from Mountain's attached bathroom. Aether's feels like his heart has stopped in his chest. He rubs the petals between his fingers. That disease isn't real right? The one where if you fall in love and don't tell the person you cough up flower petals and die?
It's something like that, anyway. He assumed it was just some silly thing the Humans made up for entertainment.
But what if?
There's another cough, and then the bathroom door opens and Mountain steps out.
"Aeth," he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "you're early."
"I'm fine. Are you ready to go or do you want to hang out here for a minute--"
Mountain chuckles, but it quickly dissolves into a couch. He coughs into the crook of his elbow. When he stops and pulls his arm away, Aether catches a glimpse of pink against Mountain's sweater.
"Mountain, are you ok?"
"Who is it?" Aether blurts out. His stomach is twisting with fear. He wants to jump over the bed, he wants to shake the answer out of Mountain.
"Who is what?" Mountain cocks his head. He catches sight of the petals on his sweater and brushes them off onto the floor like they're nothing and not something that's going to literally kill him.
Aether feels like he might pass out.
"Don't you know what's happening? It's that disease, the one with the flower petals, and--fuck--you're dying!"
Mountain stares at him for what feels like an eternity. And then Mountain starts laughing.
Aether is frozen in place. He feels like he might cry. Mountain crosses the room to him. He's still laughing to himself as he reaches behind Aether and pries his hands apart, pulling them around. Mountain brushes the petals out of Aether's palms even as Aether tries to catch them like holding onto them will help somehow.
"Aether, I'm not dying."
"But the flowers, it's--"
"My magic?" Mountain says with a raised eyebrow. "I have allergies."
"And that makes you cough up flower petals?" Aether isn't convinced. But he can't figure out why Mountain would choose to die rather than just tell him the truth.
"Yeah, it's annoying."
"You'd tell me right? You wouldn't, you know--"
Aether drags in a harsh breath and then he is crying. He grips Mountain's sweater and pulls him in, and says something against Mountain's collarbone that sounds like thought you were going to leave me.
Mountain puts both of his hands on Aether's cheeks and pulls him back so he can look at him. "Aeth, I'm fine. I promise."
"Die?" Mountain laughs, "no. But also Hanahaki isn't real, so it doesn't matter."
"Yeah," Aether says trying to sound firm. "I knew that."
Mountain rolls his eyes. He presses a kiss to Aether's forehead. "Sure you did."
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Holy shit I’m going insane rn…
Also this is in the silver mask era with the cutouts for their mouths
Okay, Swiss makes dew hard before a ritual then helps him get dressed and doing up his belt for him (for the sake of this idea they wear belts) but the problem with being hard in the suit is that the pants are pretty much skintight which means if he tucks it into his pants it’s gonna be very uncomfortable and obvious which means he’s forced to let his dick stand straight in his pants which also means that his tip will be stuck between his belt and his stomach which is why his eyes rolled to the back of his head as Swiss tightened the leather around his waist.
The ritual is torture for dew, he can feel himself leaking precum all over his stomach under the shirt and he’s secretly thanking Satan that their ritual clothes are black. He’s also trying his best to hold his guitar away from his body because as much as he loves the fact that it’s hiding everything, he can still feel the vibrations from it every time he plucks the strings.
He doesn’t jump around or stomp to the beat as much as he usually does but the rest of the ghouls have chalked it up to him being tired which isn’t a total lie but also isn’t the entire truth, Swiss knows tho, he knows just by dew’s heavy breathing and the fact that he looks like he’s trying not to curl in on himself.
By the end of the ritual dew is shaking, his breathing is heavy and Swiss is standing beside him holding his waist instead of his hand for the bow because he already knows the smaller ghoul is gonna collapse the second he lets go of him.
Once they’re off stage, everyone starts going around hugging and high-fiving each other, making jokes and laughing about things that they did on stage, and dew, poor dew is leaning against Swiss, head spinning while he waits for the taller man to take him to one of the dressing rooms and help him fix his problem.
Swiss stays there laughing and talking for a good 20 minutes before he even notices the death grip dew has on the arm wrapped around his stomach, and it’s then that he decides to say goodnight to the rest of the group. He drags dew to one of the dressing rooms and finally notices dews puffy red eyes and the tears streaming down his face under the mask, he grabs dews wrists and pins him against the wall, kissing him and pushing his knee between the smaller boys legs and pushes up till he’s standing on his toes which causes him to whimper as a set of fresh tears stream down his face, he’s so hard it hurts but he also knows Swiss isn’t gonna let him cum any time soon…
I’ll just leave this here…
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two in one special! (the emojis look fucked up on my laptop lmao)
OR, if i may turn this around. because every now and then i have to let dewdrop take control otherwise just torturing him forever isn’t fun. so hear me out.
nsfw below
he knows swiss is not gonna let him cum any time soon. he knows. and he is ready to take the matters into his own hands. fed up with all this bullshit, all the teasing, torturing, dewdrop finally seeks a moment where he can take the reigns in his own hands.
so when they are finally alone in one of the dressing rooms (dew would have fucked swiss in the middle of everyone’s hangouts but he decided to allow swiss to feel in control for a little bit more before fighting back) and swiss is teasing him even more, knee between his legs, raising him high, his cock still between his pants and belly, the hem of his shirt is soaked, his face is puffy and red, eyes stinging, nose runny. swiss doesn’t care for his desperation, he just wants to torture him more and more. a twisted joy comes with putting the most unruly of them in his place.
so when swiss places the ghost of a touch on his cock through his pants, dewdrop sees red. dark, blood red.
he lets out a guttural sound, one that would be heard by his bandmates several rooms over. he removed his mask with inhuman speed and bares his teeth at swiss’s face, hissing like a venomous snake warning a predator, and lets out his claws.
he brings a clawed hand on swiss’s shoulder, digging into his neck and shoulder, blood pooling at the base of his nails almost immediately and a freeze takes over swiss’s body, leaving him even unable to make a sound. his legs practically stop working, forcing him to fall to his knees.
dewdrop now almost completely gone feral, rips the belt from his pants and unzips them, cock springing out immediately, covered in precum.
he uses his free hand to force swiss’s mouth open by squeezing both sides of his cheeks and once he has his mouth open, he jams his cock down swiss’ throat without any warning. swiss chokes on it for a second before he can relax his mouth and get comfortable around it, only for dew to grab his hair and hold his head still and start fucking his mouth with all the pent-up energy.
swiss now completely taken over by the feral ghoul just lets his mouth be used for dewdrop’s pleasure. he raises a hand to balance himself on dewdrop’s thigh, trying to stabilize himself a little more as dewdrop both pulls him closer by his hair and fucks back into his mouth.
“you drive me fucking crazy,” dew hisses in between thrusts, “all fucking week,” he punctuates with each thrust. “do it again and next time i won't just fuck your mouth,” he brings swiss’s face to his crotch, burying his cock deep in his throat. he can feel swiss choking and gagging around the tip of it - just feels fucking wonderful. swiss’s nose touches the short blond hairs on his crotch and spit drools from his mouth - dew still tries to push even deeper down in his throat.
once he feels like swiss cant hold there longer, he yanks his head back, releasing his cock from his mouth, only to give him a pitying smile decorated with vitriol. swiss willingly opens his mouth, slightly scared of the wild ghoul standing above him, but equally excited too.
satisfied with how obedient swiss is being, dew once again brings his cock back to his mouth, slower this time, and lets swiss actually suck his cock. swiss brings his other hand at the base of his cock, holding what he can’t fit into his mouth, and starts licking the sensitive underside of dewdrop’s cock, earning him a grunt and a thrown-back head. dew starts thrusting his hips once again, this time slower and gentler. swiss tightens the grip he has at the base of his cock and starts bobbing his head up and down with the rhythm of dewdrop’s hips. he removes the hand that was holding dewdrop’s thigh for balance and brings it to his balls, gently massaging the. he can feel dewdrop slowly trembling, and his chest rising heavily, and gets to work faster. he allows his teeth to scrape so so lightly.
“fuck you and your mouth, fuck,” dewdrop moans, followed by unintelligible words. he straightens his head and brings his hand to swiss’s hair again, tight but still lighter than before, and goes back to fucking his mouth, hitting his throat with every thrust.
“gonna cum down in your fucking throat,” he threatens, only for swiss to moan what sounds like yes around his cock.
swiss squeezes the base of his cock before releasing it and pushing his head back to his crotch, deepthroating him one last time. his cock buried deep in swiss’s throat, dewdrop moans loudly and comes violently, shaking and swearing high hell and heavens. he pushes as deep as he can, fully intending on making swiss swallow every bit of his cum. with a sudden gag reflex, swiss removes his mouth from his cock, catching the last of dew’s cum on his face.
dewdrop starts jerking the last of his orgasm out of his cock, and places a hand on swiss’s face, smearing his cum all over his face and bringing his sticky fingers to his mouth for him to clean up, not giving him a chance to say a word.
“good. don’t mess with me again like that,” he says as he removed his hands, satisfied with the cleanup swiss he did and the mess he left on his face.
he quickly pulls his pants back up and he walks up to his mask, putting it on and leaving the room; leaving swiss to conjure up even more ways to mess with him.
#swiss ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#swissdrop#nameless ghouls#the bang ghost#nameless ghoul fics#the band ghost fics#ghost band fics#swiss ghoul fics#dewdrop ghoul fics#drabbles#asks
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their combined powers were too great. he never stood a chance. rip king.
#swissrora double teaming copia fic when#better angle 🤌#my gifs#my shitty gifs lmao#papa emeritus iv#swiss ghoul#aurora ghoulette#the band ghost#ghost gifs#re imperatour#ghost bc#ghost band#nameless ghouls#papa iv#copia
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[rains voice] ooh you wanna fuck the new ghoul so bad it makes you look stupid
#idk if these are my final designs for them but hey…… they should k-#im so desperate for people to join my dew/phantom agenda ple#gimme the fics…… im starving……#dewdrop#sodo#phantom#phantom ghoul#nameless ghouls#dewdrop x phantom#the band ghost#the band ghost fanart#ghost#ghost fanart
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All Aether wants for Christmas is Dew
#The way Dew already moves towards Aeth before he's even done. They love each other so much ;_;#When you do research~ for a fic that will most likely never see the light of the day and they give you even more feels....#Aether Ghoul#Dewdrop Ghoul#Dewther#Aether x Dewdrop#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#ghost ghouls#Aether/Dewdrop#They are soulmates your honor#Ghost bc#Ghoul Shenanigans (TM)
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Phantom breeding kink?
"You wanna?" The questions is huffed out between Dew pushing into him, sliding out. The slow drag of it is delicious. He could enjoy this, not push his luck too much, but Swiss tells him things, secret things, and what would be the point of a well lit path of breadcrumbs if he's not meant to follow?
Dew hesitates. Aeon looks up at him with wide, innocent eyes- the devil's always good about convincing folks he doesn't exist, right? Isn't that the narrative that's pushed here? So- innocent, sweet. Asking in a softer voice, the one that always gets Swiss, the one that sounds like silk. He knows he can look like an angel, even with his legs over somebody's shoulders.
Dew adjusts, so he can bring a hand, wrap it around his throat- holding. Warning.
"Watch it," he says.
Breadcrumbs, though.
"Swiss says it freaks you out," Aeon says. He knows he's pushing it, but he also knows Swiss would not feed him information that wasn't to be used. "Says it makes you cum really hard anyway." Dew continues to stare at him, and when Aeon feels his cock throb hard inside of him, he sucks his lower lip into his mouth. Coquettish.
"Is that what he says," Dew murmurs, tone unkind.
"I thought maybe you wanna try it from the other side," Aeon says. "I need it." Reaches for Dew's chest, and gives the rings in his nipples a playful little tug. "I think you do, too."
Dew scoffs, lets go of his throat, and leans back up, hooking his hands behind Aeon's knees. Aeon sees the cracks in his composure, even if Dew thinks he's being careful. There's been a few things he's gotten really good at Above Ground, and one of his best is working his way under Dew's skin in the best ways possible. Getting into his bloodstream and getting into his head. Dew's never stood a chance with him, has found him alluring and irresistible since the first hookup backstage when he'd shoved him against the door, stroking both of them off, kissing Aeon stupid in between telling him how impressed he was.
They hang suspended for a moment, and Aeon gives him his most beatific smile.
"Wanna knock me up?"
Dew is pulling out, flipping him over, and shoving him down before Aeon's brain catches up to what's happening. A hand on the back of his neck forcing his chest down, his ass up, presented. Dew slides back in without warning. A hard sharp thrust in that makes Aeon gasp with it.
"That what you want?" Dew's voice sounds weird. Tense. Strangled. Another hard thrust, and Aeon laughs, absolutely delighted. Maybe he'll buy Swiss some flowers. The laugh is cut off when Dew slams back in again, forcing the breath from him, and there's a hint of cruelty in it that sends a thrill up his spine. He doesn't wait for a response, just begins fucking into him harder and faster than he's expecting, or prepared for. Aeon startles.
"Dew-"
"I'm gonna," Dew grunts.
"S'really hard," Aeon says, of the pace, the force Dew begins railing him with. It isn't bad, but it's unexpected, and through the arousal, he feels the flicker-flame of nervousness bloom in the pit of his stomach.
"You want it, you're going to take it how I give it to you," Dew says, dark, and hits just the right spot, pushes on the back of his neck just a little harder. Pinning him further. Aeon moans, sharp and reedy. "You wanna be bred so bad? I'll give it to you, then," he says, and Aeon feels the fingers on his hips dig savagely in.
"Do it," Aeon says.
He realizes quickly he's over his head, and realizes just how much he likes it.
Swiss had left him breadcrumbs, but hadn't warned him about what, exactly, it would lead him to.
#st-speaks#ghost#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#ghost fanfiction#ghost headcanons#ghost fic#aeon ghoul#phantom ghoul#dewdrop ghoul#dew ghoul#sodo ghoul#dew/phantom#dew/aeon#sodo/phantom#sodo/aeon#dew x phantom#dewdrop x phantom#dewdrop x aeon#sodo x aeon#sodo x phantom
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Gimme your most stupid ghoul headcanons possible, like Sodo is scared of idk dust particles or something funny.
“silly ghoul headcanons”
Synopsis: It’s in the title you silly goose. Just the ghouls with their silly little shenanigans
Pairing: Nameless ghouls (platonic or romantic) x GN!reader (they/them)
Theme: fluff ✿ , crack ✦
A/N: Heres my first fanfic to my Ghost blog! I gotta thank my bestie for making this request despite the silliness in it. I hope you guys enjoy it because I certainly had fun writing it. I might make a separate version for the ghoulettes cause I love my girlies <33
I also decided to add Aether in this one cuz I love him, remember to respect both him and Phantom as ppl because we don’t support that negativity and hate 🫡
TW: Swiss and Sodo joke about sex but it’s because they’re Swiss and Sodo
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Sodo, oh dear Sodo. He can be such a silly ghoul sometimes
He likes to act like he’s all tough and that he’s hot shit, but some of his habits you can’t help but laugh at
For starters, Sodo is the type of ghoul to be scared of really dumb stuff. Take hamsters for example
Sodo has this really inexplainable fear of hamsters. One day you picked up a cute little hamster from the pet store, and he hissed and erupted in flames the moment you brought it near him
“Sodo its just a hamster—“
“GET THAT THING’S FILTHY PAWS AWAY FROM ME.”
Aether once pranked him by putting a bunch of hamsters in his closet and he let out the most unmanly scream ever, it was funny
Oh and we all know Sodo has a habit of slapping people’s asses
It’s basically his trademark at this point
But there was this one particular time where he tried to slap your ass, but he somehow missed and accidentally slapped Copia’s ass instead
Needless to say, he spent a good while trying to explain to the unamused Papa that he didn’t mean to slap him, but the other pair of cheeks that was in front of him in that moment
He once played Five Nights At Freddy’s and he had nightmares about Freddy for a whole week
No joke, he once thought that Swiss was Freddy because he was so disoriented from a previous nightmare and he socked the poor guy in the nose
You forced him to apologize to Swiss after that
I imagine he’s also the type of ghoul to write stupid little messages and graffiti with a sharpie on his fellow ghouls faces
He once made you help him literally knock out Aether just so he could write “number one cocksucker” in big bold letters on his forehead
Needless to say, you two got chased around by the angry ghoul who was holding a fly swatter for a whole ten minutes
Also we all know damn well this man has a dirty mind
Like have you seen him on stage? Of course he does
He has a habit of slipping in sexual jokes and in innuendos every now and then, because he snickers when seeing people’s reactions
Though there was this one time where he made a comment about your ass and he got slapped across the face
Idk Sodo has a weird obsession with your ass
He has toned down on the jokes, but that doesn’t stop him from slipping up every now and then. And it’s quite obvious he won’t stop with those jokes anytime soon
Rain is such a sweetie and we all know that
But sometimes he can be a little bit of a menace, even to you and his fellow bandmates
To start things off, we all know Rain is a clumsy little guy
Like he’s a walking talking disaster with trails of chaos in his wake. He can hold a glass for someone and drop it like not even ten seconds later
Well there was this one time where you were giving him strumming techniques for the next upcoming ritual
Sodo tapped him on the shoulder from behind to ask him for something. When Rain turned around he accidentally slapped Sodo in the face with the neck of his bass guitar
Sodo then stumbled back in pain and literally destroyed Mountain’s drum set. You were just standing there processing what just happened, and Copia just looked… disappointed.
Rain also collects a lot of plushies
He has a literal pile of squishmallows in the corner of his room. Sometimes he likes to bury himself in that little nook of his room.
He made a little pillow fort in that area for him to snuggle in. Sometimes he’ll invite you to come and watch movies with him in there
However he once impulsively bought so many plushies so they were all flooding his room. You opened the door to his room and they all came flooding out, with a very euphoric Rain on top of them
“…. Rain what are you doing?”
“Feeling great. Thank you, Y/N.”
You helped him organize all of those little plushies in his room afterwards, even giving some of them to Phantom (who was new at the time) as a little “welcome home” gift
As a water ghoul, Rain naturally enjoys water
However he has this really cute habit of splashing around in pools/tubs like he’s a bird in a birdbath, but he gets embarrassed about this fact because the ghouls tease him for it
You once caught him playing around in the a storm in such a manner, it was so cute seeing him so happy and enjoying himself
The minute he spotted you, he immediately got all embarrassed and shy, but you reassured him it was all good and that it was fine to be excited about water
Needless to say, he’s a lot more comfortable showing off that side to you now
Oh Mountain. Sweet sweet darling Mountain
Like Rain, Mountain is a sweetie. However he tends to have his silly moments.
I’d like to imagine that Mountain often bumps his head on doorframes or walks
The fucker is really tall, I mean it’s hard to not hit something along the way.
So he has a habit of sticking his hand over his forehead to avoid bumping into anything, the poor guy
I’d also like to imagine that Mountain had that light skin stare
Like he doesn’t even mean to look creepy. He just… has a habit of zoning out, so therefore he looks like he’s staring into your soul
Though this does make him really good at staring contests. One time Swiss challenged him, and they lasted for ten minutes
Swiss needed eye drops after that
Also he deadass looks like a sleep paralysis demon when he stands
One night you couldn’t sleep so you went to the kitchen to get something to eat. Mountain happened to hear the noise your footsteps were making, so he went to check up on you
He was just standing in the doorframe… staring at you, making sure you were okay while you grabbed something from the fridge
Needless to say, when you turned around, you dropped Swiss’s leftover cheesecake you were gonna eat upon seeing the tall earth ghoul in the doorframe
Also your scream was loud as FUCK
“MOUNTAIN WHAT IN HELL— YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK! Why didn’t you say anything!?”
“… I don’t know. At least you’re okay.”
He apologized to you afterwards and promised to not accidentally spook you. Because for a moment you swore you saw the hat man
Mountain also rarely gets mad, the dude is as passive as a sheep
But the moment he gets angry… hide your children
The dude is scary as hell. Like, he’s even got Papa on his knees begging for mercy
There was one particular day during practices where Sodo and Aether were arguing a little too much. It’s normal for them to banter, but this particular day was getting out of hand
Everyone was already getting upset with them, even with Papa telling the two ghouls you knock it off, but of course they wouldn’t
Well, they didn’t until a drum from Mountain’s drum set came hurling towards both ghouls. Making the fire ghoul and quintessence ghoul yelp and duck instinctively
No one had noticed the fuming earth ghoul sitting in the corner up until that point. Everyone was speechless. Your jaw was on the floor even
Needless to say, Mountain apologized yet again, but now everyone knew not to fuck with Mountain after that
Swiss is an… interesting specimen.
For starters he was accidentally summoned,
He was summoned at the same time as Aether. And they bonked heads upon getting summoned
It was rather funny seeing Papa being so confused as to why the ritual spell summoned two ghouls, and seeing said two ghouls yell at each other for bonking heads
But it all worked out because after Swiss showed off that he can literally do fucking anything, Papa just let him stay
And Swiss was the perfect flare of spice to add to Ghost, and he’s a sweet ghoul to be around
But that doesn’t stop him from being a literal menace to society
Swiss has a really strange habit of breaking into people’s rooms and just jumping on their beds to wake them up
All while he’s obnoxiously telling them to get up, much to the other’s annoyance
You once threw him across the room for waking you up, and Swiss was just laughing so hard on the floor when he saw your reaction
Since he’s quite literally known as the Swiss Army Ghoul, he’s good at almost everything.
Including cooking. He likes to cook a lot of meals for the people living in the ministry
Bro even has a stereotypical pink “kiss the cook” apron, he got it as a birthday gift from you
But the “cook” part is crossed out with a red sharpie and instead Swiss replaced with “dick”
Why? Because it’s fucking Swiss.
He also made it a point to bake everyone’s birthday cakes, but he’ll slip in something stupid to be funny
One time Cirrus was cutting her birthday cake and she got a whole ass doll head in there, which left her very confused
Swiss isn’t allowed to make people’s birthday cakes anymore because of that
Also sometimes Swiss will get high out of nowhere
No one knows what the fuck he’s doing because this ghoul is all over the place, but when he’s high he says the most out of pocket stuff
There was this one time he messaged the ghoul group chat while taking an edible saying “this edible is weak as shit.”
But then right after that message, he attached a picture of you and sent it with the caption “I’ve always wanted to fuck them.”
You could hear Sodo’s laughter from his room after that.
And when Swiss got sobered up, you asked him about the message, but bro literally refuses to acknowledge he sent it
“Swiss did you send that message from earlier—“
“No.”
“Then who did?”
“The hat man.”
“THE WHAT MAN?!”
“Oh so this suddenly isn’t a safe space?”
Ah Aether. We all love Aether. I mean who doesn’t?
We all know how much of a little psycho Aether can be, but he’s a lovable psycho that just exerts a lot of fun energy
That doesn’t stop him from being a little fucker however
He likes to pull a lot of pranks with Swiss, Sodo unfortunately being his main target
So there was this one time he asked you to help him prank the poor fire ghoul, and you said yes because you felt like messing with Sodo
(And also partly because you were kinda pissed with him due to the fact that he ate your leftovers)
So the prank was to put a bunch of sticky notes in Sodo’s room that all read “big cock energy” (because of course it did)
However during the process of putting the sticky notes in the room, Sodo walked in on two idiotic fools, those fools being you and Aether of course
And it’s safe to say that for a solid twenty minutes, the two of you were running around the ministry with an angry flaming fire ghoul hot on your trail, giggling like little children
(Sodo spared you, but Aether wasn’t so lucky)
“SODO PLEASE SPARE ME— WHY SPARE Y/N?!?!!”
“Because I hate them less than you, NOW C’MERE—“
Aether once fell asleep with a rotten ass banana peel
Like no joke— you once walked in his room to ask for something and his whole room STANK of rancid and rotten banana
And Aether was just sitting there, confused as to why you looked like you were about to throw up on his bedroom floor
Rain had to fucking disinfect the room (with a gas mask because it smelled that bad)
Oh and you Rain breaks things? Aether is so much worse
He once tried to clean up Swiss’s mic stand for an upcoming tour and the damn thing just- fell apart
Swiss was more bewildered than upset, because how in hell does that happen?
You literally do not let him touch your equipment because he’s gonna somehow find a way to break it all
When Aether departed from Ghost you were very sad
But then he messaged the group chat with this message “I’ll miss all of you fuckers. Be nice to the new ghoul, love all of you <33 (except for you Sodo, fuck you)”
Sodo then bursted out of his room tackling Aether, but it was more so out of love rather than being an ass
Needless to say, you all still keep in touch with Aether
Phantom!!! We all love Phantom here
Since he was newer and the one of the more recently summoned ghouls, he had a hard time fitting in
But you and the other ghouls thankfully made him feel welcome, even if it took a little more time for some other ghouls to get used to him
And because of that, it didn’t take long for Phantom to start joking in the ghoul chaos
He is literally a walking meme
Phantom is the type of guy to quote old vines and also keep up with any meme trends
Part of being the youngest ghoul I guess
He often confuses Papa with his little antics (because he’s an old man), and you’re just silently laughing at Papa’s reactions to Phantom
Also Phantom has a habit of holding things weirdly
You thought it was just his guitar? Bestie no, the dude is holding things the wrong way all the time but still somehow makes it work
Like— he holds onto a pen like it’s about to grow a pair of legs and run out of his hand, but he still somehow has the most beautiful cursive handwriting there is
“…. Phantom— what are you doing? You’re holding that pen like it’s a—“
“Hush, Y/N. I’m writing everything I want for Christmas this year.”
Phantom can also be a bit of a nerd sometimes
Like— you know those kids in school that are so dorky and have that awkward teenager energy? But you can’t be annoyed at them because they’re so cute? Yeah, that’s Phantom
Man’s will ramble about the most nerdy thing so passionately that you can’t help but listen, it’s cute seeing him get all excited over… legos or something
Oh and if someone dares to insult his passion he will spread legos all over their room
(Poor Swiss was a victim of that unfortunately)
Oh yeah he almost once accidentally vacuumed Copia’s pet rat
The dude was just trying to clean up his room, and one of the little fuckers scurried in his room, and the rat’s tail got stuck in the vacuum
Phantom’s high pitched scream upon realization was enough to have you bolting in the room to check in on the poor ghoul
And you were met with the sight of Phantom desperately trying to pull out a screaming rat from the vacuum while the ghoul was on the verge of tears because he didn’t want to get scolded
You ended up helping him because no one wants to see Phantom sad
And it’s safe to say Copia now has one pet rat with no tail.
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the undone and the divine
Pairing: Swiss x f!Reader
Rating: Explicit
18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Tags: virgin reader, first time, PinV sex, oral sex (f! receiving), hand action, ghouls being ghouls
Words: 2,962
Summary: You told him he could make it up to you. So he does.
a/n: sequel to my previous story heaven in hiding so go check that out before you get into this! basically i just think being a ghoul consort would cure me, personally. ghoul bicycle, if you will. ANYWAY.
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You’ve never been in the ghoul den before.
Swiss has you by the hand, gently leading you down a hallway lined with doors until he finally stops at the second one from the end. It’s unlocked as he opens it and ushers you quietly inside. It’s small, but ultimately very cozy. A large bed sits in the center, dark covers hastily made. On the floor to the side stand his guitars. Stacks of books are piled throughout the space, their titles mostly obscured in the dim light coming from his bedside table. The space is so thoroughly Swiss you can’t help but smile despite the nervousness bubbling in your belly. When you finally turn to him, he looks almost as anxious as you do. His eyes dart from yours to the bed and back to you, and he twists his hands as if he’s holding himself back from something.
“I like your room,” you finally say, breaking the silence. “It suits you.”
He laughs a little and rubs the back of his neck. When you take a step towards him, hand extended, he steps backwards slightly.
“We don’t have to do this,” he blurts out. Your little smile fades and your stomach drops.
“Oh,” you say dumbly, kicking yourself. “I’m sorry I thought…because we…um. Nevermind. I’ll just go.”
Cheeks aflame you begin to head towards the door, achingly embarrassed at your presumption. How stupid, you thought. How naive.
Your hand is on the knob when he comes at you from behind, spinning your shoulders and pinning you to the door. The breath is knocked from your lungs as he holds you there, mirroring the position the two of you had earlier in the cloister. You’re shaking like a leaf when he lets out something between a laugh and a sigh.
“You really think I’m going to let you go now?” he finally breathes, fluttering the hairs on the side of your head. As soon as you move your gaze from his chest to his face, you exhale shakily. His pupils are blown and you know yours are too as he leans down to ghost his lips over yours.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Say you want me to stop and I will.”
When he pulls back finally, he cups your cheeks in his palms, tilting your face up.
“I want this,” you whisper, and his knees buckle slightly. “Swiss, I want you.”
His lips are on yours milliseconds after the words leave your mouth, cradling your head in his large palms even as he guides you away from the door. Suddenly, his hands are everywhere - on your shoulder blades, your hips, molding themselves to the curve of your ass. You trip as he continues backing you to the foot of his bed, causing the two of you to laugh into each other’s mouths. Your fist is beginning to ache from how tightly you are holding the front of his shirt, as if you are afraid he’s going to vanish into thin air. His tongue slides against yours as he frets at the hem of your shirt, desperate to reach skin. When you finally part to catch your breath, he’s looming over your half-reclined body with a knee between your legs, tail twitching behind him. Hands trembling, you reach for the buttons on his shirt and begin working them undone as he presses his lips to your forehead. When you stumble, he places his hands over yours to guide you in finishing the job, finally removing the black garment from his broad shoulders. In turn, he tugs at the edge of your shirt, pulling it gently over your head and throwing it aside. When his hands slide over your sides, finally making contact with your skin you both sigh.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” Swiss groans as he reaches for your bra clasp. “No fucking idea.”
“You should have told me,” you pant as he slides your bra off and gently urges you back against the covers.
“Didn’t want to scare you off.” The look in his eyes darkens as he takes in your bare breasts, and involuntarily your arms move in a desire to cover yourself up.
“Don’t,” he says softly, placing a large hand on your sternum. “Please don’t hide from me.”
When he finally shifts to cup your breast in his hand, you whine. He brushes his thumb over your hardened nipple and you feel his cock kick in his pants against your leg.
“You like this?” he says with a gentle grin, repeating the motion, to which your hips buck. His smile turns dark as he lowers his mouth to you, lips brushing the underside of your breast. You know you’re making embarrassing noises by the time his mouth latches onto your nipple and his hips rut against you as he sucks. Head falling back you slide your hand into the dark curls on his head and scratch at his scalp, making him moan against your skin. When he pulls away you whine and he laughs, his warm breath dancing over you.
“So needy, huh? I’ve barely even touched you and you want it that bad.”
“You’re one to talk,” you frown, pushing him away slightly, “what was all that in the hallway, huh?”
He hums deep in his throat, nearly a purr, before taking your nipple between his clawed thumb and forefinger and pinching. Your yelp is cut off by his laughter as he slides his hands down your sides to the waistline of your pants. He’s eye level with the button of your jeans, and your cheeks flush deeper than you had thought possible. You’re watching him like a hawk as he unbuttons them and slowly slides the zipper down. He’s grinning when he places a sweet kiss to your belly as he scooches the garment off your hips and down your thighs. When they’re off and abandoned on the ground next to him, you once again fight the desire to hide yourself from his gaze. Swiss notices the way your hands twitch in discomfort and, his smile softening, he brings both of them to his lips. One by one he kisses the knuckles of both your hands and you watch him, half-sitting up.
“You okay?” he asks, all levity gone from his voice.
“Yeah,” your voice cracks when you say it, making you writhe with embarrassment. “Yes. I’m sorry.”
He cocks his head and rests his chin on your belly, gazing up at you with a look so adoring it makes your heart skip a beat.
“You’re okay, babygirl,” he says, fingers stroking your sides soothingly. He presses another kiss to the soft skin of your stomach. “I got you.”
You must have hesitated with your nod, because he’s gripping your hips firmly and looking at you intently.
“Do you trust me? Tell me.”
You take a deep breath and look him squarely in the eyes. Placing your hands over his, you smile sincerely.
“I trust you, Swiss. I’m just nervous but…I trust you.”
He nods, maintaining eye contact as he slips your underwear down your hips, exposing all of you to him. If you thought you were flushed before you were positively glowing now. He lowers his lips to brush your mons and you sigh contentedly.
“Swiss,” you breathe as he presses feather-light kisses at the juncture of your legs. “I need you. Please.”
He groans from between your legs, claws gripping into the meat of your thighs and tail thrashing behind him. When he gently spreads you open and licks the length of your slit, you cry out, hips bucking. He does it again, and again, and your hand flies to the base of his horns and grips.
“Soaked for me,” he growls in between licks, “fucking drenched.”
You nod desperately, watching as he teases your clit with the tip of his tongue. He’s gripping at you tight enough to draw blood but when he slides his tongue inside you and his nose bumps at your clit, you find you can’t bring yourself to care. He’s lapping at you like a man dying of thirst, licking at your wetness desperately. His lips wrap around your clit and when he ever-so-slightly sucks, your back arches off the bed. He’s holding you down with his firm grip, grunting into your cunt as he devours you.
“Swiss, please. I’m gonna–I’m so close–”
He pulls away, mouth making an obscenely wet noise, and gives you a grin full of sharp teeth.
“Not yet you’re not.”
When he leans back and straightens his body, you look up at him dazed. You’re about to protest when you see him move his hands to the button and zipper of his jeans. Sitting up slightly on your elbows, you watch as he slides his pants and underwear down his legs and disposes of them.
Oh.
You’ve forgotten that you’ve felt the length of him before, mere hours ago in the empty cloister. All of a sudden he looks huge to your eyes, much larger than he felt through the denim of his pants. He’s achingly hard, precum beading at the top of his flushed cock and dripping down onto the duvet. You are filled with the sudden, desperate need to touch him. When he slides back up your body, cock grazing the heat of you, you reach down to brush at him. As soon as the palm of your hand makes contact with his heated flesh, his hips jerk. You want so badly to make him feel good again, to hear him sound so desperate against you once more. Sensing your desire, he gently takes your hand and wraps it around him, adjusting your grip to suit him. Slowly, he guides your hand to stroke him, and you exhale a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Once he sets the pace, his hand falls away, leaving you to your task. He looks gorgeous like this, nude and hunched over you, fucking himself into your fist.
“That’s it, baby,” he breathes with a broken off moan, “you’re doing so good. So good for me.”
Just as you had done back in the hallway, you swiped your thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the precum over the reddened flesh. He grits his teeth and bucks into you with a growl, so you do it again. The way your cunt clenches around nothing at the noises he is making makes you feel lightheaded. Addicted. You don’t realize you’re doing it, but your hand is moving faster over him now. He continues to rut into your hand until he pulls away with a choked gasp.
Oh. You’ve fucked up haven’t you?
“I’m sor–”
All of a sudden his head tips back with thunderous, exaltant laughter. You’re looking up at him, eyes glazed over with lust and puzzlement, and he brings his lips to yours. The kiss is rough, passionate, sloppy. His hand is in your hair, pulling, exposing your neck to him. He’s almost vicious as you feel him nip at your skin and soothe the bites with languorous swipes of his tongue. His cock rests against your belly, hard and weeping more than ever, as he continues to mark you. When your legs begin to wrap around him, he finally pulls back, panting as he looks down at you.
“What was all that about?” you query, chest heaving.
“Have to let the others know,” he says, grin sly and toothy, “I had you first.”
The implication that the other ghouls would be having a turn with you makes your stomach swoop with anticipation but before you can even fully process the thought, Swiss is leaning back to drag his cock through your folds. Your hips twitch desperately every time the head brushes your clit, and he seems content to watch you writhe beneath him.
“Swiss,” you whine, “Please. Please.”
“Sound so good when you beg,” he smirks, bumping his cock against your clit once more. He’s riling you up on purpose, so you indulge him.
“Could have said the same thing about you earlier,” you playfully snarl. “Or did I just imagine you cumming in your jeans for me?”
He laughs loudly again, leaning back down to cage you with his arms. With impossible softness, he leans down and kisses you. It’s a sweet thing, full of longing, and your heart swells. When he rests his forehead against yours, you reach up to stroke at the stubble on his cheek.
“You ready?” he asks quietly, nuzzling his nose against yours.
“Yeah,” you say simply, kissing him swiftly again.
When he reaches down between your bodies, you get that swooping sensation in your stomach once more. Gently parting you, he lines himself up and looks you in the eyes. Slowly, achingly slowly, he pushes into you. You feel your body tense up and your cheeks flush, and all of a sudden he’s in your ear.
“I got you,” he whispers as he sinks further into you. You can’t lie, the stretch does pain you but it does not override your desire. When he’s fully seated inside of you, you exhale the breath you are holding, and he stills. You take several deep breaths as he waits for your command.
“Please, Swiss. Please move.”
So he does. Slowly he withdraws from you and slowly he pushes back in, until the sharp ache between your legs fades away and nothing but pleasure remains. He feels so good, makes you feel so full and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in to tell him so.
“Love how you fill me up,” you breathe in his ear as he ruts a little faster, a little deeper into you. When his hands slide up your arms to hold you down to the bed, your cunt clenches and makes him moan wildly.
“So sweet for me,” he pants as he continues to fuck you. “So perfect.”
You keen at his praise and flex your hands under his grip, desperate to touch him. He, however, is still content to hold you down as he takes you with steady thrusts and watches you arch and writhe beneath him. Your moans are getting louder and more desperate with every drag of his cock and his claws bite into your wrists. His steady pace is slowly becoming more and more frantic, more and more sloppy as you continue to clench around him, making him cry out.
“Fuck, baby,” he keens, “that’s it. Don’t fucking stop.”
The spot he’s hitting as he fucks you with almost animalistic passion makes stars dance across your vision. You’re trying to focus on what he’s asked of you, but the ferocity of his thrusts is fucking all knowledge and sense out of your head. When you whine his name he slams his lips into yours in a bruising kiss, swallowing the sweet noises coming out of your mouth. He bites down on your lower lip, and your hips buck in a desperate attempt to bring him deeper within you. Relinquishing his grip on one of your wrists, he slides his hand down to where you are joined and swipes his thumb over your clit. You cry out against his mouth and he does it again, making tight circles around the swollen bud.
“Swiss…Swiss please, I’m so close,” you moan.
“I know you are,” he replies with a particularly deep thrust, “I can smell it,”
The knowledge that Swiss can anticipate your orgasm slides right off your brain when the moment washes over you. Your hips are bucking into his frantically as your back arches off the bed and you cry out. Swiss continues to fuck you with even more fervor, desperately chasing his end as your reach yours. You know you’re babbling incoherently at him - words of praise, words of damnation - but through the pleasure you can’t bring yourself to care. Your body feels electric, powerful as you reach your peak. The haze of hedonism slowly begins to wane, but Swiss is still pumping into you at a furious pace. When you lazily clench around him once, twice, thrice he spills inside you with a shout, hips continuing to move even after he has emptied himself. When he frees his grip on your hands, you flex your fingers before moving to cup his cheek. He pulls out of you to roll onto his back and you gasp, his seed sliding down your cunt to pool on the bed covers. A moment of silence reigns as you both catch your breath, chests heaving. Finally, you roll onto your side and scooch next to the multi-ghoul, resting your palm on his chest. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you in closer so that your exhales ghost against his neck.
“And how was your first time?” he asks, hand idly stroking your hair.
“Eh. Not bad, I guess.”
You smile at the pout and furrowed brow that graces his handsome features even as he pulls at your hair childishly.
“Take that back,” he growls, fist tightening in your locks.
“Okay, okay! You were divine, O Wondrous Ghoul. Stunning performance. Definitely leaving a good Yelp review.”
When he rolls his eyes and smiles, you grin sweetly up at him before placing a kiss on his jaw.
“Thank you,” you say softly and more seriously.
“It was an honor,” he murmurs back. “You gave me a beautiful gift, sister.”
The two of you fall into a content silence and soon, the steady thump of his heartbeat sends you drifting off to sleep. Before your eyes shut, you smile at the thought you have.
He did make it up to you, in the end.
#swiss x reader#swiss x f!reader#swiss ghoul#nameless ghouls#the band ghost#the band ghost fic#rachel writes
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𝕻𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖙 𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖞𝖔𝖚!
Pairing: ghouls & a baby ghoul, lowkey sodia, Swiss is so dad
Summary: after a great show, the ghouls make a haunting discovery
A/N: I told my fiancé I was pregnant during Mary on a cross and he flipped, also was bawling tears when they left the stage!! So here is a comfort thing I wrote to distract me from the concert blues.
Swiss yawned and stretched his back, he walked down the ramp from the once shiny and lit up stage.
“I could use a nap.” He said groggy, his vocal cords holding and letting go of his voice.
“Im so hungry.” Cumulus whined, following the ghoul as she fumbled with the button that kept her uniform closed around her neck.
“Im damn thirsty.” Mountain said, slouched over as he grew more and more exhausted. He felt his arms limp, and his ankle hurt.
“That was a great show!” Sodo said, rolling into the ghoulish pack with a confident smile. “I think each time we play here, I wanna come back.” He added, his eyes lit a flame.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love Nashville, but sometimes all of the noise from broad street is too loud.” Aurora said, catching up with them as her and rain covered their sensitive ears.
Rain winced in agreement as he hung with Aurora, phantom and cirrus.
“Wait.” Swiss said, his lead off the line coming to a hult as they approached the dressing room hall. “Do you guys hear that?”
“What is it now? It’s probably them blasting Johnny cash or something down the street.” Aurora rolled her eyes, but she quickly turned to Swiss as she heard the noise too.
“No. No no, that’s not music. That’s a whimper.” Swiss said, investigating with his pointed ears and pin point eye sight.
“Hm? It’s probably the meet and greet.” Mountain replied, looking at Swiss.
“No, that was after their set.” Swiss walked towards a corner of the venue, he came to a tall black curtain and hesitantly pulled it back.
“Uh-“ Swiss was at a loss of words as he saw what muffled crying was behind the curtain.
The rest of the ghouls followed in curiosity, only to be the same as Swiss with their jaws low and eyes wide.
“Uhm…how.” Cumulus tried to reason, as she looked at the frail kit curled up into his knees with hot wet streaks running down their cheeks.
“I’ll….I’ll get papa.” Cirrus volunteered and ran off as the rest of the ghouls ushered the kit to the dressing room.
“Are you alright? How did you get here?” Swiss asked, setting them into the vanity and kneeling down to seem less threatening in size. His eyes soft and his hair damp in sweat, “can you understand me?”
“What do you last remember?” Rain joined in before the door slammed open to reveal a confused papa.
“What? What’s going on?? What’s this about?” Papa copia pushed through the crowd of ghoul frustratingly.
He came to a point of no return when he was met eye to eye with little ghoul.
He had only been in a baggy tour shirt, the one with papas face menacingly staring at the earth as lightning struck the cities they played at. It covered the ghoul like a dress, and he had dark fuzzy black hair and pointy ears. His claws were so sharp they dug into the metal vanity and left marks.
“Oh dear.” Copia sighed, his tense position lessened as he kneeled down with Swiss. “You aren’t supposed to be here, are you.”
The little ghoul stared at him, his eyes unable to close and reopen as he sat so still you would think he was a statue.
Copia brought a hand to his head, but he heard a loud hiss and a sharp sensation at his hand as he noticed the leather of his glove clean slit like a fine blade. Copia looked at his eyes, slit pupils, wide eyes, long eye lashes, and he felt blood drip from his hand.
“Oh this just won’t do now will it?” Copia muttered, looking at his hand, “seems to be he was summoned.”
Sodo rushed to papas bloody hand, he held it and looked at him with concern, “Cardi, your hand.” He worried.
“Don’t worry about me, what matters is how and who summoned this poor bambino.” Copia softly smiled at the fire ghoul.
“Do you think…mm no.” Aurora held her chin, as so did rain and Swiss.
“The perpetrator knew it happened, they left him and clothed.” Copia took his glove off and pressed on his growing wound as sodo held his arm carefully.
“Do you, do you have a home little one?” Copia asked, bravely kneeling to the child again.
The kiddo looked him in the eyes as his chest heaved, “papa.” The kit whispered.
“Eh, yes I am papa.” Copia pointed at his chest, “you?” He then pointed to the kit.
The child’s eyes watched copias carefully, “star.” He slithered his name past his fangs.
“Home?” Copia asked, planting his knees on the dressing room floor.
“Dark, red…hot.” The ghoul frowned, “cold.”
“You want to go home?” Copia asked, “go home?”
The kit nodded eagerly.
“Alright, we will need to send him back to the pit.” Copia stood up and sighed.
The ghouls groaned in unison, “no!”
Copia looked around confused, “well what do you suggest we do then Hm?”
The ghouls looked at each other and then at papa, “take him home?” They proposed.
Copia was speechless, “take home a kit??? Mo- sister would kill me!”
Swiss took the kit and held him in his arms as he giggled at being thrown up so high, “we can teach him our ways.” Swiss smiled.
“Wha-“ copia looked at the other ghouls for answers before taking a moment of silence, “no.”
Swiss’s eyebrows furrowed, “what do you mean, no?” He bit.
“His home is In the pit!” Copia exclaimed.
The kit frowned at the loud noises, “home.” He muttered as he held tight to Swiss’s vest.
“Home.” He muffled again against his shoulder, “Swiss.”
The rest of the ghouls looked at papa with a silent smirk.
Papa looked around the ghouls, huffed, and looked at Swiss as he smiled in victory.
“Home it is.”
#serene sun nocontext#the band ghost#ghost band#the band ghost x reader#serene sun writes#nameless ghouls x reader#nameless ghouls#ghost band fic#swiss ghoul x reader#rain ghoul x reader#cirrus x reader#cumulus x reader#mountain x reader#papa c x reader#papa emeritus iv x reader
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Lessons
I did it. I wrote the damn Swiss/Phantom/Reader that's been rattling in my brain.
18+ MDNI
Word Count: 3051
Tags: degradation, choking, Swiss is a bit of a voyeur, rough Phantom if you squint, irresponsible use of quintessence
Summary: Phantom admits he's never been with a human. You and Swiss share a look before deciding that's about to change.
“Look at just how fucking wet they are.”
“You sure you didn’t bring me a water ghoul?”
Phantom laughed to himself before sliding his fingers between your legs gathering as much slick as he could. You whine when he draws his hand away much too soon. He stares in awe at his fingers, his thought process clear as day on his face. Swiss pushes him lightly with his foot
“Not yet ant. You still don’t know just how delicate humans are.”
You huff a laugh “I’ll show you delicate when I stick my foot up your fuck—“ You were cut off by the tip of Swiss’ tail snaking around to brush lightly over your swollen clit.
“First lesson: humans are so sensitive. It only takes a few touches to get ‘em going” he demonstrates this by letting go of one of your wrists and sliding a finger into your cunt “But it’s a double-edged sword. They’re so easy to overstimulate. Gotta take your time.” He draws his hand back, wiping the slick onto your thigh.
The way he was talking about you like you weren’t even there like you’re nothing more than a tool to teach Phantom how to fuck was only making the pool of slick between your legs worse.
He was right though. Everything felt so hazy. How long has it been? You remember a sloppy make-out session with Phantom as Swiss critiqued while palming himself in the corner. That was a while ago. You may not remember how long the three of you have been at it, but you do remember how you got there.
You snuck into the ghoul den after your shift in the kitchen had ended with an armful of sugary contraband. Siblings weren’t typically allowed in the dens unless personally brought into them, but your job got you a free ticket. It all started when you caught Swiss and Dew trying to break into the kitchens in the middle of the night. After some negotiations including a decent amount of tongue, you settled on a simple deal. You bring them as many pastries as you can carry and they’ll fuck your brains out.
When you had gotten to the den it appeared Swiss was the only one present, so you flopped onto the couch and shared the cakes with him. When you had finished your fill, Swiss had pulled you into his lap mumbling something about needing something sweeter before he licked a stripe from your neck to your jawline. That’s when Phantom walked in. When you noticed him you quickly jumped out of Swiss’ grasp much to his chagrin.
“Do you want some?” Swiss had asked the quintessence ghoul assuming he had been drawn out of his room by the sweet smells of baked goods. This caused him to go rigid with a small blush creeping into his face “I’ve never been with a human…”
You were about ready to clear up the misunderstanding when you caught Swiss’ eyes. You recognized that look and you immediately knew he was going to dig his heels into this. His gaze flicked to you for a moment seeking your permission before he opened his mouth. Fuck it. Your growing grin was all he needed. You and Swiss made a show out of groping and kissing each other for the other ghoul who just stared on slack-jawed shifting himself around in his pants. You three only left for Swiss’ room when Dew and Rain came through the main door
“Oh come on we’ve only had this couch for like a week.” Rain huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Go fuck somewhere else so we can eat in peace or I’ll up your tax.” Dew stuffed a brownie into his mouth not even looking up from the horde of sweets.
That’s how you ended up where you are now. Pressed firm against Swiss’ chest, wrists squeezed between his clawed hands, tail wrapped around one leg to keep you open while Phantom sits crouched in front of you eyes wild, dick painfully erect, shaking with anticipation. He looks up at Swiss with pleading eyes
“Can I taste them? Please?”
“Hands-on learning, I like it. Go right ahead.”
Phantom’s eyes sparked and he dove between your spread legs eagerly licking into you. You cried out and arched against Swiss as he pushed impossibly deeper, swiping his forked tongue from your clit to your slit. He was lapping at you in earnest, filling the room with obscene wet noises. Swiss hissed and bumped Phantom’s head with his knee to get his attention. His head popped up with wide, blown-out pupils and a wet chin. He looked at Swiss with a furrowed brow and a whine deep in his throat.
“What did I say? It’s not like one of the girls. It’s a human.”
Phantom nodded and lowered himself again slowly circling his tongue around your clit before taking it into his mouth and sucking. You gasp and push your hips closer to him to the best of your ability. Swiss chuffs a laugh and wraps an arm tight around your midsection forcing you to keep still.
“See what I mean? Humans are so easy” he brings his lips to your ear pressing a kiss to it “Come on be a good little pet for him. All you have to do is lay there and take it.”
You threw your head onto his shoulder with a moan feeling Phantom’s tongue drag over your hole before carefully pushing in. Part of you wanted to kill Swiss for the little game he was playing, convincing Phantom to go so painfully slow that it had you shaking. The other part of you was too drunk on being brought to the edge and let down over and over again to stop him.
“Tastes fucking amazing.” He pulls back slightly to look up at Swiss for approval
“If you think that’s good, wait for lesson two.”
Phantom looked at him grinning wildly urging him to continue. His tail was beating against the side of the bed rhythmically.
Swiss smiles “Glamour your claws” Phantom does so immediately waiting for more “You’ve been with Cirrus you know what to do from here. Just take it slow, you don’t wanna break em.”
You have half a mind to curse Swiss but the thought quickly dies when you feel Phantom slide a finger inside of you “shit Phantom if you’re gonna touch me then touch me.” You try to cant your hips chasing any friction but Swiss holds you firmly in place.
“Filthy.” He laughs before removing his finger. He brings his hand to his mouth and wraps his tongue around his fingers groaning when he tastes you. He then all at once shoves two of his fingers into you. You cry out trying to snap your thighs shut but Swiss’ tail holds strong.
He tuts “How many times am I gonna have to tell you to go slow.”
Phantom's laugh sends a shiver through you “Aw come on I think they can handle something a little more.”
Swiss growls in warning. Phantom rolls his eyes but compiles, leisurely curling his fingers inside you. He applies pressure to your clit with the pad of his thumb as he drags his fingers against your walls searching for the sweet spot. You bite your lip to stifle the groans threatening to spill, but that quickly changes when he dips his head back down adding his tongue to the mix.
“Sing for him pet. Let him know just how good he is.” Swiss says as he presses kisses into your neck occasionally letting his fangs scrape the skin.
Your free hand shoots to his head grabbing a fist full of hair as he fingers you faster, tongue flicking over your clit in time with his thrusts. He moans at the feeling causing you to shiver at the added vibration. You let out a series of little groans and huffs as you feel yourself being pushed closer to the edge.
“Don’t stop. So fucking close.”
Swiss takes a deep breath and kisses a trail from your neck to your ear “I’ll make it up to you later.” He laughs and bites your lobe. Your brow furrows in confusion for a moment before he speaks again
“Hands off.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
Phantom falters for a second not knowing who to listen to before he pulls back and sits up to look at Swiss. You whine pathetically, burying your face into the multi-ghoul’s neck feeling yourself clench around nothing.
“Time for lesson three. Humans go crazy for this one.” Swiss places a firm hand on your stomach. There’s a split second where you can smell ozone. You don’t have enough time to react before the feeling of pure pleasure ripples through you causing you to cum with a string of obscenities.
“What the fuck was that?” Phantom asks in awe looking from your dripping cunt to Swiss’ hand.
“You’re seriously telling me you’ve never once thought to use your quintessence like this?” Phantom shakes his head with a growing smile, fangs poking out of the bottom of his lip.
Swiss smiles and removes his hand from your stomach only to grab Phantom’s and place it there.
“Find the thread and isolate it.”
You can feel the quintessence spark to life on your skin, through your whole body filling every nerve with energy. This lasts for a few seconds before you’re screaming, arching against Swiss’ grasp as you feel nothing but pure overwhelming pleasure ripple through you. Phantom rips his hand away looking genuinely fearful for a moment.
Swiss just chuckles “Neat trick but save that one for Dew. Remember lesson one.”
“Humans are easy.” He says quietly
Swiss nods “All it takes is a little spark.”
You squirm in Swiss’ grasp when Phantom reaches for you again. He stops and folds his hand in his lap not sure what to do. You take a second to catch your breath, your mind fuzzy with the most intense orgasm of your life.
“You wanna stop just say the word.”
You felt like you were underwater. Everything was too much and too little. You needed more. This is why you kept coming to the ghoul den after all, you wanted your brains fucked out and unfortunately for you, you could still think. You settle back against Swiss chest still heaving
“Just lay there and take it right?” You let yourself go slack. Phantom sighs with relief upon seeing that he didn’t actually hurt you. He’s soft for about a second before he grabs your hips and looks you up and down.
“Can I try something?” His gaze flicks to Swiss.
“Depends. Does that something include what I’ve shown you?” He nods a growl forming deep in his throat.
“Consider it your final exam then.”
Phantom barks a laugh “And what if I fail?” The look in his eyes was wild as he squeezed your hips harder. He never removed his gaze from your waiting hole.
“Then I won’t share my toy with you anymore.” Swiss runs a hand up your body cupping and squeezing one of your breasts like he’s showing you off.
Phantom flicks his tongue out with a sick grin on his face that makes your heart speed up. He slowly brings the head of his cock to your entrance stopping only to seek Swiss’ approval. When he’s met with no resistance he pushes in with a guttural moan.
“Fucking shit are all humans this tight?” His chest heaves as he bottoms out pausing to give you a moment to adjust to the feeling of him. You throw your head back against Swiss’ shoulder squeezing your eyes shut. You didn’t even realize tears had fallen from the corners until you felt the fork of a tongue lick a stripe up your face. You let out a choked gasp when Phantom starts to move experimentally. He thrusts into you a few times before growling in satisfaction. He grips the leg not currently held by Swiss’ tail hard before throwing it over his shoulder to get a better angle.
Gone is the Phantom that cared about your comfort as he begins to pound into you like this is the last time he’ll ever have sex. Each thrust pushes you harder against Swiss, he grunts with each movement and you swear you can feel a wet spot on your back where his dick is pressed. You let a string of moans leave your throat as Phantom snaps his hips against yours muttering something in Infernal.
He sits back to watch himself fuck into you for a moment before removing his other hand from your hips. He slowly drags the tips of his claws up your abdomen, between your tits before coming to a stop at your throat. He tests the waters by wrapping his nimble fingers around your neck without any pressure. You gaze up at him with big pleading eyes that practically throw him over the edge. He begins to apply pressure to the sides of your throat, squeezing and releasing in time with his thrusts.
“Such a fucking freak. Risking your job to get some demon dick. I bet you’d like it if I did this.” He punctuates his sentence by squeezing hard around your neck and holding it, forcing you to open your mouth in a silent scream in an attempt to get air. He only releases the pressure when your eyes start to flutter closed with tears spilling out.
He laughs “I can see why you like fucking humans so much.” Swiss only groans in response too lost in his own haze of lust to keep up the role of teacher. He keeps his hand secure around your neck causing you to clench around him. He moans loud and low, hips faltering as his orgasm creeps closer to him.
Suddenly the air is once more filled with the smell of ozone as Phantom’s quintessence sparks to life. The pressure returns to your throat as you feel his magic course through every vein in your body. Your eyes snap open as you scream silently grabbing onto Swiss’ arm for support as your vision blurs from the lack of oxygen and the force of your orgasm.
“Look Swiss no hands.” He grunts as his brows furrow as he concentrates on fucking you through the waves of pleasure and keeping his quintessence flowing into you. Both his hands are squeezing bruises into your hips before suddenly you’re empty and all you can feel is his cum splashing onto your stomach practically reaching your chest.
He takes a brief moment to catch his breath before snapping his fingers. You take in a gulp of air as the feeling of the pressure around your neck disappears. You stare up at the ceiling chest heaving as you come down from your high.
“What the fuck was that?” Swiss asks in awe mirroring your own thoughts.
Phantom smiles proudly at the tone of the multi-ghouls voice “Told you I wanted to try something.”
“You’re so showing me how to do that.” This causes Phantom’s tail to beat against the side of the bed. There’s a bit of a dusty blush creeping onto his face.
“Can we please save the magical choking contest for another night? I think I’ll die if I cum again.” This earns a laugh and a sweet, chaste kiss from Swiss, but Phantom looks genuinely mortified. You feel a prickle of guilt reaching up with a shaky hand to guide his lips to yours. You give him a kiss before pulling back and kissing his nose. A purr kicks up in his chest immediately as he softens.
Swiss brings a hand to Phantom’s head and gives it a scratch “Now it's time for lesson four.”
You’re about to protest when you’re suddenly lifted by the multi-ghoul.
“Swiss what the hell?!”
“Oh I’m sorry I didn’t realize you wanted to lay in cum and sweat all night please forgive me”
You squeal and cling to his neck when he makes an over-exaggerated move to put you down “That's what I thought.” He presses a kiss to your forehead as he carries you to the bathroom connected to his bedroom, Phantom hot on his heels.
He gets the bath ready setting out all your favorite soaps and explaining to Phantom the use of bath salts. The tub is only big enough for two of you to soak comfortably so you end up curled against the quintessence ghoul as Swiss scrubs your hair from the side of the bath. Phantom hasn’t stopped purring or asking if everything was okay, that he didn’t hurt you. You attempt to quell the little ghoul’s worry with a few soft kisses to his chest. While this does shut him up, you’re well aware of the occasional pop of magic filling you with relaxation.
I’m going to kill Swiss for making him think I’d break you think to yourself, wait…oh shit Swiss.
You raise your head from Phantom’s chest and look at the multi-ghoul who was gathering towels for when the two of you were finished.
“What?” He tilts his head with a smile.
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
Your eyes flick down to his half-hard dick. He chuckles when he realizes.
“Don’t even think about it. I’m a big ghoul I can take care of myself,” He kisses you before you can protest “Besides, I gotta have something left in me for when I walk back out there and Dew has inevitably eaten the rest of the stash.” You huff when he winks at you and resign yourself to cuddling with Phantom.
You two stay in the bath until the water cools, but at this point, you’re hardly conscious. The two ghouls have to practically drag you up and out of the tub and into some clothes. Phantom flops into the bed and pulls you close to him, wrapping his tail around your waist as you bury your head into the crook of his neck. Swiss presses a kiss to your temple and passes a hand through Phantom’s hair before throwing on his sweatpants and leaving the room. The last thing you hear before passing out is a muffled yelp and a “Told you he’d be pissed.”
#the band ghost#ghost bc#nameless ghouls#swiss ghoul#phantom ghoul#nameless ghoul x reader#swiss x phantom#mdni#ghost fic#the band ghost fic#golfball writes
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I hate finishing something and then feeling like I can’t post it cause it’ll tank. But good news, everything I post now tanks! So who cares! (I swear I’m being light hearted. Right now at least.) anyways the Cowbell brainrot is strong. And I was too sleepy to write but not too sleepy to draw. I couldn’t stop thinking about @iamthecomet fic (thank you for answering my ask and fueling my brain rot) and the moment when he pulls his mask off. It makes his rats nest hair messier. He tries to look unaffected, casual, but he just ends up staring from under his eyebrows and half grinning like an idiot whilst being observed. Anyways. Here’s a quick one of my beloved.
#cowbell ghoul#the boy#I love him you don’t understand#everyone give me more#yeah I’m writing a fic but I want YOUR fics#yes yes I bbgirled him#no I can’t stop#I literally tried to give him wrinkles idk#midnight moth draws#the band ghost fanart#nameless ghouls
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mounty/rora size difff!!!!! im insane!!!!
like imagine they’re in the kitchen and roras tryna grab somethin high up and mount comes up behind and just. engulfs her. idk if i were her i would lose it.
also dom mountain? maybe? calling her his “little princess” and making her take him all at once?
(maybe some really light cnc like hes “making” her take it no matter what she wants)
idk i love them
I got SO carried away with this. I am NOT SORRY.
2.3k words of MountRora under the cut. Despite the CNC mention in the ask everything in the ficlet is enthusiastically consented to on screen. Though, Mountain does have a few thoughts (before anything actually happens) that could make things seem dubious. So keep that in mind before you read.
I absolutely took some inspiration for their normal dynamic from this post by @miasmaghoul because her brain is gigantic.
The new ghoulette makes Mountain feel like he’s losing his mind. He hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off of her since they were introduced. Her miniscule frame tucked under one of Copia’s arms as he gave her and Aeon a tour of the ghoul wing.
He knows her better now. Enough that when he lays in bed at night with one hand on his cock and her on his mind he doesn’t feel quite as bad as he did that first night. Face down on his pillows, knuckles wedged between his teeth so that when he came in hot spurts he didn’t accidentally whimper the name of the freshly summoned ghoulette in the next room.
Now, a few months in, the thoughts are no less impure but he knows they’re welcome. Knows she thinks the same things. Finds her at his door in the middle of the night, barely clothed and already soaked for him. Slipping into his lap with ease and grinding against him until she cums–until he does too. Splattering cum over his stomach as she works him through it with her tongue in his mouth.
It’s not enough.
Mountain watches her from the couch as she stretches up onto her toes and tries to reach something on the very top shelf of the game cabinet. Spine stretching, fingers waggling as she tries to reach. Almost hopping on her toes in a futile attempt to bump whatever game she’s hoping for close enough to grab.
Mountain delights in watching her. In looking at the little sliver of skin that shows as her shirt rides up. On the way her ass looks in her leggings. Eyes tracing the dip in her waist, knowing he can touch his fingers around it when he holds her.
He’ll get up and help her–of course he will. Though, she’ll never ask. Determined to do it herself. But he’s going to let her struggle for another minute and enjoy the view.
He pushes himself off the couch when she starts to show signs of planning to climb the cabinet. He presses right up against her. Ducks his head to press his chin to the crown of her head, right between brutally sharp opalescent horns.
“Which one?” he rumbles. Curling one arm around her waist, palm flat against her belly. That warm strip of skin under his calloused palm. She growls, high and playful. And he pulls her tighter, presses her body right up against his until he knows she can feel how hard he’s gotten pressed right against her spine.
“Monopoly,” she says, pressing back against him. Standing on her toes in an attempt to grind her ass back against him. “Why do you put it so high?”
“Big boxes go on the top shelf.”
“Nothing should go on the top shelf.” She huffs as he pulls it down and presses it into her waiting hands.
“Who are you playing with?”
“Aeon and Swiss, do you want to come too?”
Mountain shakes his head. He digs his fingers into her stomach just a little and then releases her. She turns in his grip, box held between them. “I don’t like monopoly. Too competitive. And Swiss always cheats.”
She frowns. “He promised he wouldn’t–”
“He’s a liar.” He kisses her between the horns. “Will you come see me after?”
She looks up at him. Violet blush darkening her cheeks and the tips of her ears. She smiles, slow and easy as she nods. “As soon as we’re done.”
“That a promise?” Mountain teases.
She licks her lips, nods again, short and curt this time. “Yes, sir.”
His cock kicks in his pants, drools pre into the dark gray fabric. Aurora grins at him, and then slips away, out of the door. Mountain sags back into the couch. He palms at himself–not enough to really get anywhere. Just a little pressure, a little relief as he thinks about her. About what he wants to do–no–what he’s going to do to her. She wants it too--he knows it.
The grinding is all well and good, but he wants to be inside. Wants to press deep and feel the way her body changes as he fucks into her. To reach places no one else ever has or ever will again. He closes his eyes, tips his head back against the back of the couch and tries not to blow it just over the thought of her.
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Mountain keeps himself as busy as he can stand. Takes a trip to the greenhouse and tries to think about deadheading flowers instead of pinning Aurora down on his bed and fucking her senseless.
He works on dinner, and somehow doesn’t burn anything despite doing the entire thing on auto pilot–much to Dew’s disappointment.
The fire ghoul kicks him out mid-way through with a frustrated grimace.
“I’m trying to help, Dew,” Mountain says in protest as Dew bullies him from the kitchen.
“Then help, by being literally anywhere else. I can smell how hard you are. Go jerk off or something.”
Mountain retreats to his room. There’s a knock on the door three minutes later–not that he was counting.
Aurora doesn’t wait to be let in, she’s pushing past him as soon as he opens the door. Shucking her shirt off and throwing it to the side before Mountain has even locked them in. And then she’s on him. Coming up on her toes as he bends to meet her. Lips sealing together as her clever fingers slid under his t-shirt and up to roll already pebbled nipples between deft fingers. He growls, hauls her close. Nearly off her feet in his attempt to pull her into his skin with him. Tongue delving deep into her mouth–less about pleasure and more about claiming.
“Who won?” he asks as he pulls away long enough to pull of his shirt. She wiggles out of her leggings and underwear in one go and Mountain feels the last of his coherent brain cells die when she bends over to pull them off of her ankles. Exposing her soft pink cunt to his hungry gaze. She’s wet already, folds glistening as she shifts from one foot to the other.
“Swiss,” Aurora says as she finally untangles herself. “He cheated.”
“Told you.”
Aurora is right up on him again, his back against the door. Her hand slipping down his pants to curl her fingers around his cock. He shoves at his waistband. Desperate to get them off so he can see. So he can watch the way her fingers don’t meet when she holds him. She stands on her toes and nips at his jaw. Stroking from root to tip as he finally frees himself. Fire licking up his spine as she tightens her grip to milk a pearl of pre from the tip.
“‘Rora,” Mountain whispers, pressing his forehead to the top of her head, both of them looking down. Watching the way she strokes him. The head flushed and shiny. Her fingers looking so small–so impossibly dainty around him. “Wanna try something.”
“Hmm?”
“Let me fuck you.” Not a question. A demand. A need. No room for argument in it. Aurora pulls her head back so they can really see each other, she tips her head, lip pinned by a razor sharp fang.
“It’s too big. Won’t fit.”
Mountain steps closer, she goes back. Doesn’t let go of him, doesn’t stop dragging her thumb over that spot under the head that makes him twitch. He crowds her back until she’s forced to sit on his bed. Forced to crane her neck to look up at him. He reaches down, strokes her hair out of her face, tucks one strand behind her ear.
“I’ll make it fit.”
He watches her throat work as she swallows. Watches the way her pupils go just that much wider. She’s moon-eyed and slack jawed as she looks up at him. Thighs clamped together, shifting just ever so slightly in search of friction.
She nods. Eyes never leaving his. Cheeks dark, breath shallow. When he pushes her back to lay on the bed, she falls like a rag doll. Easy. Chest heaving as he climbs above her. Mouthing at her jaw, and lower. Over sharp collarbones, and rosey nipples. Pressing the flat of his tongue to each bud as he sucks them into his mouth. Assualting them with just enough teeth to make her gasp and arch up into him.
He leaves a trail of open mouth kisses down her stomach, over her hip bones, down to her cunt. Pressing his lips over her clit. He drags his tongue through her folds. Gathering slick. Letting the taste of her white out every other thought.
He presses one finger inside of her as he pulls back. Watching as her eyes flutter closed, one hand toying with one of her nipples, the other sunk deep into the mess of her own hair. She whines, hips rolling down to meet his hand as he presses as deep as he can.
“Gonna make you take it,” Mountain says, bending down to suck her clit into his mouth as he gives her another finger.
She nods dumbly, tucking her chin into her chest to watch him. Their eyes meeting over the soft plain of her body. “Yeah. Yeah. Make me take it. Ruin me.”
His cock kicks and spits against the comforter as he fingers her. Adding a third. Unable to think about anything else except the musk of her on his tongue and the way these velvet walls will feel clamped around his cock. How it will feel when she cums on it.
Mountain doesn’t have the patience to wait anymore. Not with the way she’s fluttering around his fingers. Not with how her clit pulses against his tongue.
He slips his fingers from her body, and allows himself a moment to admire her as he pulls away. To watch as she clenches around nothing. To see the way she drips onto the bed.
He shuffles forward, tucks her legs around his hips. He drags the blunt head of his cock over her swollen clit and revels in the way she mewls beneath him. Hands twisting in the sheets, hips twitching closer.
“Look at you,” he says. Dragging his cock through her folds, watches the way she opens for him. He lines himself up, just barely touching her. It would take nothing to split her open on it. He should go slow–should take his time.
“C’mon,” she insists. “Put it in. Stop teasing and–”
Mountain surges forward. He bottoms out in one thrust. His hips flush with hers. She wails. Eyes rolling up in her head, body clamping down hard on him. Her heel digs into his ass, just above his tail. He grabs her as she arches, both big hands on her waist, thumbs almost touching just under her belly button.
The next thrust makes her tear up. Wetness clinging to delicate lashes as she clamps her eyes closed and keens.
Mountain gives up on slow and steady almost immediately. Leaning forward to bend her in half and pound in. Over and over again. Each slick slide a new revelation. Each noise she makes dragging him closer and closer to the end. He sets his thumb to her clit. She opens her mouth and nothing comes out, just a ragged pleasured breath as she takes every inch he gives her.
She cums with a cry. Clamping down so hard on him he’s almost forced out. Eyes rolling back, body going taught as her toes curl against his back and she pulses around him. He fucks her through it, keeps his thumb rolling over her clit until she bats his hand away.
“So fucking tight, Rora. fucking perfect. All mine.” Moutain’s babbling now. White hot pleasure coiling deep in his gut. She’s boneless beneath him. Fucked dumb and breathless. She reaches up to press her hand over his heart, to drag her thumb over a nipple. Each thrust forcing the breath from her, along with little startled noises as he goes just a little harder, a little deeper.
“Gonna–fuck–can I? Let me cum inside?”
Aurora nods, lips parted, drool gathering at the corners. “Yeah. Yeah. Do it. Make it sloppy.”
Mountain gets one more thrust in, shoving in as deep as he can before he starts to shoot, vision whiting as the hot clutch of her drags him under.
“Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank youthankyou.”
She reaches up, tangling fingers in the sweat damp hair at the base of his neck and pulling him down to kiss him. Fangs nipping as his lip as she does.
A sharp knock at the door pulls Mountain away from her with a start.
“You’d better be done fucking now,” Dew’s voice carries through the door. “Dinner’s getting cold.”
“Coming!” Aurora calls.
“Yeah,” Dew mutters just loud enough for them to hear, sarcasm biting through his words. “I bet you are.”
Mountain pulls out of Aurora with a hiss. He wants a few more minutes. Time to admire the way his cum drools out of her. Time to bury his face back between her legs and clean her up–to lick his mess out of her until she’s crying and shaking beneath him.
Instead, he stands up and starts to get dressed. Heart still hammering in his chest, nerves still alight with pleasure. Aurora stretches, arms above her head, body on full display, until something in her spine pops and she sighs, satisfied.
“After dinner, we go again,” she says, pushing herself out of bed to stand on wobbly legs.
“Yeah?” Mountain asks, not daring to allow any real hope to filter into his voice, He doesn’t want her to feel obligated. Doesn’t want her to do too much because she wants to make him happy. He’ll be happy just eating her out. Letting her grind. Curling her into his arms and fucking her thighs.
She grins, standing on her toes to pull him into a kiss that is more fang than tongue.
“I told you to ruin me didn’t I?”
#comet writes#ficlet#mountain ghoul#aurora ghoulette#mountrora#mountain/aurora#aurora/mountain#ghost fic#ghost fanfic#ghost fanfiction#ghost band fic#ghost band fanfiction#ghost band fanfic#nameless ghoul fanfic
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swiss keeping his man (re: actual puppy) in line.
#the GRIP he has on him#aurora as they’re walking off:#‘ooooooo you’re in trouble’#the way phantom turns and looks is peak comedy#pssst who’s gonna write the fic 👀#if anyone has the source lmk#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#swiss ghoul#swiss army ghoul#phantom ghoul#aeon ghoul#ghost bc#ghost band#ghost#papa iv#papa emeritus iv#phantom ghost#swiss ghost#ghost the band#papa emeritus
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papas are teaching italian to ghouls
#happy priDEMONth to them all#terzo….. my little gay papa#something something sodo teasing the shit outta the new ghoul because i read a fic about them#they were Very Good friends in it#the band ghost#papa emeritus iii#papa terzo#papa emeritus iv#copia#nameless ghouls#phantom#dewdrop#sodo#the band ghost fanart#ghost fanart
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pls pls pls give us a little taste of how aeon’s heat goes and how the other ghouls handle it (from ur free use ask) i’m begging
-crookghoul
Oh how good of you to ask as I just spent time texting @miasmaghoul about what it could look like not a few hours ago.
It starts in the most embarrassing, borderline juvenile way possible, and for a very long time after, Aeon feels shame and arousal in equal measure when he revisits the memory. The shame he could probably do without, but the others seem to enjoy that slice, and their continued reaction to it ensures it'll always get him going again, even if it makes him cringe.
Nastiness under the cut.
Edit: Free use ficlet here.
To put it frankly, Aeon loses his mind. It's overwhelming in a way he has nothing to compare to, and because of that, it's almost intolerable.
They're all curled up on the couches in the common room, watching some movie Mountain chose. He can barely pay attention, and to be perfectly honest, stopped following it roughly twenty four minutes past the title screen. He feels weird in a way he can't quite quantify, and curls himself into the blanket a little further. Squirmy.
"You good?" Aether murmurs and Aeon startles, oddly enough.
"Mhm," he replies, and Aether nods his assent and turns back to the screen.
And then he feels it. Out of nowhere, apropos of nothing he feels hot from his toes to the points of his ears and the tingling that settles into his belly and creeps lower, lower, makes his stomach clench. Everyone's been, well, accommodating doesn't seem to fully define it, but usually it's kicked off by something. A dream. Dew looking at him like he means to consume him. Aurora having a little fun, unable to stop from teasing him, standing near and brushing her tits against part of him, braless, mock accidental. This is out of the blue.
This is the part he's not proud of, and cannot for the life of him, when he looks back, understand why he didn't excuse himself. He thinks he can get away with it. Not that he needs to hide, clearly not- but he feels funny about it now, nervous, and he doesn't know why:
Under the blanket, he lets his hand wander. As still as possible, slow to not rouse suspicion, he shifts again, makes it seem like hes just repositioning himself under the blanket. Innocent. But now he reaches for himself and slow and careful as he's able to avoid giving anything away, plays with himself. Pets at his shaft through his pyjama pants in long runs of his fingers, and feels his face heat. Grateful for the fact the lights are off. So, so grateful. His cock is sticking straight up before he knows it, pressing against his pants and he begins focusing on the head.
Tickling it. Giving all the attention to the tip, the underside, and while pretending to watch the movie, toys with it incessantly even as his eyes go blurry, too out of focus to catch much of what's happening on screen.
He misses the sidelong, careful glances from the others. Of course he does. He's throbbing and twitching and he has to figure out a way to pull it out so he can touch it for real. He barely registers Mountain standing up, until the lights are flipped back on. Beside him, Dew leans in and rests his chin on his shoulder, smiling. Too close for comfort and Aeon freezes.
"What are you doing down there?" Dew asks, silky and deeply amused. Aeon blanches and jerks away, hands freezing, but the giggling that echoes from Cumulus and Aurora, the knowing chuckle from Aether lets him know he's screwed. He opens his mouth to say something, flounder for some excuse, but Aether's reaching to pull the blanket away and Dew howls.
"No fuckin' way," he laughs, and Aeon feels another wave of pleasure roll off him, even as his head swivels and he stares at everyone looking back at him, looking at his lap, looking at the way he-
"Can't help yourself, huh?" Dew says, leaning in again to rest his chin on Aeon's shoulder once more, laying a hand on his knee that feels like heated steel. "Look at you go. Can't stop rubbing that red dick raw, huh?"
"I can't- help it," Aeon squeaks, looking to the others for some kind of validation, apologetic. "I don't know what's wrong, it just-"
"Came out of nowhere?" Mountain offers and Aeon nods. They all share a knowing look that makes Aeon feel he's missed something important. That they are aware of something Aeon is not. It makes him feel uncomfortable. Nervous. Incredibly nervous.
"You're in for a helluva night," Dew says, into his ear. He can feel his breath against his neck, and has no idea what he means, but suddenly the urge- the need, the absolute need, struck with a certainty that if he doesn't get a hand on himself right this second he'll discorporate- is too great and he cringes and shoves his hands down his pants to pull it out, with everyone watching.
Everyone.
"Fuck, I'm sorry," Aeon stumbles, like he hasn't been using them to get off whenever possible for weeks now. Like it's something they haven't seen. Well, not like this. Not everybody all at once, staring at him hungry and appraising while he loses his goddamned mind. He wraps both hands around himself and starts to jerk himself in quick, short pulls, frantic and stupid and fast. Singleminded intensity to cum. He hears a groan from one of them, and another round of giggling and cringes again, full bodied as he leaks a shining pearl of pre from his tip.
"Oh, don't be," Dew purrs and Aeon screws his eyes shut and pants and jerks and jerks-
He's there before he realizes what's happening, and now, unlike what's been happening earlier, he feels the base of his cock, the one he's been rubbing red sore any chance he gets, on anything he can, begin to swell and apparently everyone notices it too, because there's a chorus of sounds, approving and nasty from his audience.
"He's gonna pop it," he thinks he hears Swiss say.
He doesn't understand but it makes everyone laugh again and suddenly his orgasm is upon him and he knows on instinct he has to squeeze himself there, hard, now-
He uses both hands to wrap around and milk the bulge, hips thrusting forward, and watches, mortified and keening, as it tries to bounce out of his grip and spit out rope after thick rope, and he cannot let go of the fat bulge, has to pulse it rhythmically, just knows he has to-
"Unholy shit," Dew cackles, "he actually, oh. Oh unholy shit look at that-"
He finishes cumming, eyes watering while he looks around at the others, still unable and unwilling to loosen his hands- he just knows if he does it'll be unbearable. Doesn't know how he knows, but he knows. He takes in the delighted, hungry looks from the others and the nerves come crashing back, accompanied by deep embarrassment and excitement.
"Welcome to the club, sweetheart," Swiss grins, standing up. Aeon's stomach lurches when he sees the outline of his cock pressed against his pants.
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Honeysuckle - Mountain x gn!reader
Mountain's rut is coming up soon, and the only thing he can think about is you.
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Contains: smut, MDNI!! ghoul heat cycles, masturbation, breeding, oral (both receiving), penetration, knotting, soft Mountain uwu, pining
Notes: Reader is intended to be gender neutral, so I tried to use non-specific anatomy as best I could. Enjoy!~ AO3 link
It’s hot. Too hot, and Mountain can’t sleep. He always gets like this just before his rut–as if his body is saying, in case you didn’t have the whole week blocked off on the calendar already, it’s happening soon–and more often than not, he ends up jerking himself off anyway.
Dew and Swiss call it his ‘pre-rut nut’.
He feels all the aspects of a rut. His body burns, his dick is sore, and his tail whips around faster than usual, but he doesn’t have that animalistic urge to breed anything that walks yet.
Yet.
Hence, pre-rut nut.
Mountain sighs and throws the thin blanket off his body. The cool air from the window flows over his bare chest, raising goosebumps in its wake. His nipples pebble slightly at the sensation and he shudders. He can live with hard nipples.
His aching cock, though, is a different story.
When he’s this close to his rut, he has to jerk off every night. During the day he can assuage his urges, distracted by his duties. But at night when he has nothing else to do, the full force of his unholy urges hit him like a tidal wave, a near-orgasm in and of itself. In the days before his rut he edges himself all day without even realizing it. Usually it’s his pants constricting around his crotch just right, or he sees a perfect ass filling out a pair of pants that makes his dick twitch, but lately… Lately, the only thoughts making his dick twitch have been of you.
Oh, Lucifer, he’d made his way down to the gardens this morning and had been greeted with an eyeful of your ass as you bent down. The sight nearly made him trip over his own tail. He just wanted to grab your hips and–
His cock jumps in his boxers and he groans. He slips his legs out of the material but keeps them close, so he can clean himself up after he blows his load to the thought of you.
Mountain knows it’s wrong of him to think of you this way, but sweet Satan, he can’t help it. Not when your scent is the most tantalizing thing he’s ever smelled. Whenever he’s around you, your essence wraps around him and inside him, tugging at his heart as if you know it beats only for you. Just the smell of you, so strong and enticing beneath your perfume, is enough to bring him to his knees, and it has. The first time he’d smelled your scent after a day working in the gardens together, he’d pinned one of his pillows between his knees and rutted down into it like a rabid dog.
He briefly considers doing that now, but he decides against it. He’d ruined his pillow so thoroughly that he had to throw it out.
Mountain wants to ruin you instead.
He brushes his hand down his neck, over his collarbone, and down to circle one of his sensitive nipples. Oh, he just knows you’d treat him so well. Your hands, so small and soft compared to his, would explore every inch of his skin as you exposed it. Your hands would accidentally brush his nipples as you unbuttoned his shirt, but when you heard how his breath hitches at the touch, you’d do it on purpose. Maybe you’d even tilt your head down to take one of them into your pink lips and pull just to see how he’d react. Ah, the sweet little sound you’d make when Mountain’s hips grind up into yours…
Mountain palms his length, only applying a light pressure. No fingers yet, no–in his mind you’re still wearing clothes. He can’t slide himself inside you before he’s made you cum at least once. He knows his size is daunting. He’s been humbled in the past by potential partners who’d gotten one look at his hard cock and fled for the hills. But you would see it as a challenge. He can practically hear you purring into his ear, Come on Mounty, how many inches do you think I can take before I beg you to stop?
Mounty, Mounty, Mounty…
You’re the only one who calls him Mounty. Satan, it makes his knees weak. He wants to know how it sounds in his ear, against his neck, in his mouth. He wants to know how it sounds muffled around his cock. He wants to know how it sounds when he drags it out of you, the last syllable spilling from your lips in a pathetic little whine. He just knows you’d take him so well, all the way to the hilt, and past it when he’d knot you–
That thought makes a low growl erupt from his chest. He finally, finally takes himself into his hand, giving himself a few slow, firm strokes. He can’t decide if he wants to imagine it’s your own hand, your lips, or your dripping hole wrapped around him, but his mind lands on your mouth. You’d insist on trying to take him as far as you can down your throat. That’s another challenge you’d pose–how long you can keep him in your mouth until your jaw starts to ache. If you can even fit him.
But Mountain would only let you touch him after he gives you pleasure first. He wonders how you would taste at the first lick. A little salty, maybe? After your first orgasm, you’d be sweeter, slicker, and because he knows you would be so good for him he’d give you another one. He’d make you scream for him, beg him with incoherent little pleas of your nickname for him. Oh, he can almost hear you in his mind. Oh sweet Satan, Mounty, please…
Only then would he let you test your little theory. Such a sweet thing for him, crying and drooling around his thick cock and telling him you can take more.
Mountain grips at the sheets underneath his naked body as his hand slides languidly up and down. He knows he needs sleep, but the visions of you are too delicious to rush. No, you deserve to be revered. Worshiped like the unholy being you are. He prays to you, kneels at your altar, communes with your divinity through his lascivious fantasies of your body under his.
He wants to make love to you.
He wants to take you so, so slowly at first, stretching your muscles around his dick when he enters you for the first time. He wants you to feel every thick, prodding inch of him inside you. He wants to watch your body arch under him when his tip drags against the spot on your inner walls that will, eventually, make you scream his name. He wants to swallow your moans and whines of discomfort with his lips and shush you and tell you that it’s alright, the stinging stretch will go away in a few seconds. He wants to lean down to your ear and whisper that he loves you, and he wants you to say it back.
Lucifer, he hasn’t even kissed you yet.
Mountain would wait until you say you’re ready for him to move, and then he’d pull out nearly all the way just to angle his hips upward and push back in. He imagines the way you’d gasp in surprise that the uncomfortable stretch has turned into pleasure. You’d wrap your arms around him, tugging at the hair on the base of his skull the way you know he likes. Your fingers would brush against the base of his horns by accident. He’d shudder at the contact, rutting his hips into you harder than he meant to, and then you’d do it again on purpose.
His free hand absently raises to his head to touch his horns the way he imagines you would. The hand wrapped around his leaking cock begins to stroke faster, harder. “Oh f-fuck, petal, that’s so good…”
His own words echoing in his room make him blush. Mountain knows you like it when he calls you petal. You haven’t explicitly told him so, but he notices the way your eyelids flutter and your mouth quirks up whenever he says it. Once, he’d groaned with soreness from kneeling in the gardens all day and said, you’re killing me, petal. It had sounded more lewd than he’d meant. He had to pretend that he couldn’t smell your arousal suddenly flaring up in you after he’d said it, but oh, you smelled delicious then. He’d had to excuse himself for a few minutes just to rub one out to your lingering scent before he came in his pants.
Mountain knows you like him, too. Your scent has started to change over the last few months, after you’d started working in the garden with him. You smell sweeter now. Sweeter means your heart pounds a little faster, a little harder whenever you see him.
The endorphins your body releases at the sight of him make you smell like honeysuckle.
He grips the base of his horn tighter and pulls. He can picture you riding him like your life depends on it, holding onto his horns for stability and because you’d know he likes that. Your lovely hips would feel so plush and warm in hands when he digs his fingers in to drag you up and down his length. You wouldn’t have to do the work, no... Mountain would take care of you. He’s the biggest, strongest ghoul, but also the most gentle. He’d lift you like you weighed nothing and guide you back down onto his cock without you having to put an ounce of effort in. He’d treat you so well, petal. So well.
He fists his cock faster now. He can tell he’s going to cum soon, but fuck, he doesn’t want it to be over so soon. Not when his mind is conjuring such sweet pictures of you.
The ghoul wonders how you’d sound when you get close. Are you loud? Would you get louder? Would you start to beg him to make you cum, or would you go silent? Would you whine out his name for him? His full name or the nickname you gave him?
Could you cum from just his cock, or do you need him to help you? Do you need his hands? Oh, sweet thing, you can have his hands.
He meant to tell you. He wanted to tell you how he feels about you, and then show you, and show you again. But he wants your first time together to be slow, passionate. He wants the only thing on his mind to be you. When he’s in his rut, he can only focus on his primal need to breed, and he doesn’t want that for you. Not yet.
Would you like it, though?
Mountain imagines what you would sound like begging him to breed you and his knot begins to swell at the base of his dick. He wants to explode inside of you, over and over, until your belly is swollen with his seed. One of his loads will take, right? It must, after he’s fucked his cum into you more times than you can count. His thick knot will keep it inside you until it takes.
Pre-rut nut, his ass.
Mountain moans your name like a prayer. He’s sure the other ghouls can hear him call out for you, but he doesn’t care. “Yes, petal, take my knot. I—fuck—I know you can take it all, sweet thing. You’re so good for me, taking my knot so well—”
He imagines you crying out for him, cumming on his cock so hard like he knows you can. He’s not finished yet. Not yet. Just a little longer, please—
You would bring his head down to yours and kiss him so tenderly while he thrusts into you like a man dying. You’d whisper in his ear that he feels so good, fucks you so well, and that you want him to cum inside you. Inside, Mounty, you’d plead, gasping and moaning from his cock still dragging over your walls.
He obliges.
Mountain cums with a loud groan. His hips buck up into his hand and spurts of his viable seed—wasted when it’s not buried deep inside you—land on his stomach and chest. The shocks of pleasure roll through his limbs, making his toes curl and his back arch off the mattress. He wishes he had your body to hold onto when he cums. You would anchor him to the world, even though you were the one to send him to space with pleasure in the first place.
Briefly, Mountain squeezes his knot with his hand to imagine what it would feel like stuck inside you, but it’s bittersweet. The rest of his dick is exposed to the cool air of his room. No, it wouldn’t feel like this. You’d hold him inside like a warm, soft cocoon.
He opens his eyes and the illusion fades. He’s alone in the ghoul dens without you, with drying jizz on his stomach and a rut that came two days early.
He wants to hold you.
He wants you close to him, to soothe his aching muscles in between the long periods of fucking you. He wants to massage you too, because he knows he’s big and you’ll be sore for days after his rut ends.
Next year, he thinks ruefully. Next cycle, after he properly confesses to you, and then properly makes love to you, many times. He wants to make sure you know he adores you before fucking you like some feral beast.
Mountain sighs and cleans himself up with his discarded boxers. He doesn’t bother putting another pair on.
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