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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 8 months

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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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bloodysyren · 16 days

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I need Ghouls exploring their earthly sexuality for the first time. Gonna turn this into a little mini series:

I need Aether stumbling on Copia’s stash of restraints and discovering that he loves playing dress-up.

I need Dew to suddenly realize with a slip of Swiss’ wrist that he’s into choking.

I need Rain letting Mountain top for the first time and realizing that he loves it thick and deep.

I need Phantom melting for the first time at some tender affection.

I need Mountain losing his shit for days over being called a good boy.

I need Swiss discovering his need to be absolutely overpowered by Mountain’s strength.

#the band ghost #ao3 smut #ghost band fic #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #ghost headcannon #rain is a good boy #swiss is such a cutie!#mountain is babygirl #spicy idea #aether ghoul

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serene-sun · 8 months

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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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st-danger · 6 months

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This is not depraved at all (unless you take it there somehow 👀)—so I will completely understand if you ignore this as it is not very on brand. We stan the king of ghoul rimming in this house. I really adore your fic about Copia coming home from tour and big boy Aeth sucking his brain out through his dick. I would love to know when the ghouls decided finally show Copia their faces and how it went. Even as itty bitty headcanons. Really glad to hear your surgery went well btw ♡ and thank you for sharing your writing with us! xx, @ghuleh-recs

It isn't actually an expressly forbidden thing. There's no rule that states the ghouls need their faces covered all the time, around the abbey. On stage, of course, but off? Imperator has never made any such decree. (Nihil never did, either, but we all know who's actually in charge.)

They prefer to keep masked when they aren't around only each other. The door to the ghoul common room is near an annex of the building and is locked for a reason; they prefer privacy. It's a lot of work to keep the human glamour going, and there's something about being seen in their true form, in any level, that feels intimate beyond words.

So, when Aether approaches Copia and lays a hand on his shoulder, leans in and invites him back after mass one night, Copia understands the gravity of the situation when he realizes what it is they want to share with him. And standing by the fireplace once inside, with his dear band ghouls surrounding him...he sees their eyes through the metal, knows how keenly he is being watched. Can feel nervousness that is not entirely his. It feels just as much that he's under a spotlight here, now, as it does when he's on stage for a ritual.

"Will you look human at all?" Copia asks softly, peering up at Aether.

"Some of us do," Aether murmurs. "More than Alpha and Omega. Any of the older ghouls."

He once heard Terzo describe looking at Omega's true face as "confusing". He never asked any follow up questions to clarify that statement, but he's always wondered if confusing meant strange to look at, or strange to look at because his human brain couldn't figure out exactly what it was looking at, in an Eldritch horror kind of way. If hellspawn are naturally just beyond what mortal minds can know.

"Are you sure?" Copia asks, though his hands are already reaching towards Aether's face. "You want me to see you?"

"We want you to know us," Aether replies simply, and carefully, so carefully, Copia slides off Aether's mask, like the metal might turn out to be sugar and splinter and break if he isn't gentle.

It's more human than he expects, but still so unnatural it makes him shiver. He sucks in a breath and takes in Aether's features; the deep grey skin, the fangs poking through black lips. His nose looks crooked, the skin pinched in the angles like it had been broken and stretched. There's texture in the skin that makes it look so distinctly inhuman. Copia looks into lavender eyes and gawks.

"Aether," he says, "you're lovely."

A smiling demon is a sight. Aether looks so pleased, and immediately sighs, shoulders slumping as he relaxes. To his right, Swiss laughs.

"He was so worried," he tells Copia, "you were gonna think he was ugly."

"I wasn't worried," Aether mutters, trying to shrug it off. Copia can tell by the petulant tone Swiss is telling the truth.

"Oh yes you were," Swiss says, and then Copia watches his face revealed, the mismatched eyes, the brilliant white of fangs against skin that looks less like skin and more like a void.

And one by one, they make themselves that much more known to Copia. Rain is the last, and the most hesitant. Dew keeps a hand on the small of Rain's back, a soothing little gesture.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to," Copia reminds him.

"He wants to," Dew says, answering for Rain. "He's just shy." The pale blue of Rain's eyes flash at Dew, and Copia just knows if he could see the expression right now, it would be a withering thing.

Rain lifts the mask away.

There's a weird iridescent quality to the skin. Copia's brain tells him it's wet, but when he reaches out with an ungloved hand and lays it gently against the angle of a cheekbone, it feels dry and warm. His nose is thin. Flat. Stripes under his jaw reveal gills. And where a mouth would be, Copia finds lips that look half melted together. Distinct in one corner, and like ruined wax on the other side. A feature that tried to form, and melted in the fire during his summoning.

"Is this why you're so quiet?" Copia asks carefully.

Rain nods and lets his eyes close, pressing his cheek into the warmth of Copia's palm.

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #copia #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #papa/aether #copia/aether #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #dew ghoul #sodo ghoul #rain ghoul #ghost fanfiction #ghost headcanons #ghost fic

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midnight-moth · 2 months

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A visual follow up from this fic. If you want to know why Phantom's left horn looks like that and are also Mountain enjoyer, read this.

#rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #the band ghost fanart #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #please check CW on the fics before reading #midnight moth draws #aeon ghoul

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gravehags · 7 months

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naked in that garden

Pairing: Rain x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: PinV sex, period sex, breeding kink, the usual ghoul tenderness, Cirrus cameo

Words: 2,013

Summary: Rain stops by for a visit. You know exactly what he wants.

a/n: sweet sweet Rain my lanky bass boy. i know there's a freak hiding underneath that sensible, haughty exterior.

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Cirrus wears an amused look as she watches you inspect your backside in the full-length mirror.

“Bruised to shit,” you growl, giving her a look. “I’m not going to be able to sit down for a week.”

Hopping off the bed she slinks over to you and runs the flat of her palm over the sensitive skin as she watches both your nude forms reflected in the mirror.

“Poor pet,” she coos, mouthing at your shoulder. “I’m sorry for getting carried away but you were just so tempting. So plump and eager.”

Cirrus continues to lick her way up your neck and you feel a twinge of interest from between your thighs. She’s sliding her hands over your breasts to pinch at your hardened nipples when your phone lets out a very loud, very obnoxious sound. The moment is thoroughly ruined as you pick up your phone off the dresser to turn off the alarm and grab your bathrobe. Cirrus looks extremely put-out as she watches you slip the garment on, covering yourself from her view. Slipping your phone into your robe pocket you approach her and take her face between your hands.

“See you later?” It’s more of a statement than a question but you give her the option of declining all the same.

With a dramatic sigh, she nods and swoops in for one last lingering kiss. Before she can wrap her arms around you and drag you towards her you’re reluctantly slipping out of her grasp. You make towards the door and when you put your hand on the knob and look back, she’s giving you a sad little wave. It takes all your strength to leave that room and the ghoulette inside it behind but if you’re late to mass, Papa Secondo is going to be most displeased.

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A few days pass, filled with the usual duties, when you’re finally struck down. Your period arrives with a vengeance and although you are annoyed, you are mostly pleased it’s shown up at all. You have no idea if ghouls can impregnate humans - probably something you should have asked Swiss on that first day - but you’ve been playing fast and loose despite your regular consumption of birth control.

You’re curled up in bed, cozy underneath your duvet, when you hear a hesitant series of knocks on your door. You sit up slightly before calling out with a hoarse “hello?”

“It’s Rain,” the muffled voice says through the door to your quarters. “Can I come in?”

You’re a sight after spending the entire day sequestered in your room. A sympathetic sister covered for your daily duties after you explained to her your annoying predicament and you’ve been in bed ever since. Your hair is mussed and you’re wearing nothing but a big t-shirt and your underwear underneath your covers. You sigh and rub your eyes wearily.

“Yeah,” you call out. “Yeah, come in.”

He opens the door as quietly as possible and creeps toward you, his slender form casting shadows around the room illuminated only by your bedside lamp. When he approaches your bed, his tail is twitching behind him as he delicately sits on the edge.

“Hey,” he says, fidgeting with his hands. “We were worried about you today. Sister Marguerite said you’re ill and–”

You smile, turning on your side towards him.

“Not ill, exactly,” you sigh, watching him gaze down at you softly. “Just human bullshit. I’m on my period.”

He nods and scoots towards you, fingers tangled in his lap.

“Is there anything…is there anything I can do to help?”

You regard him from your reclined position. Rain’s dark hair hangs around his pretty face, broad shoulders rising and falling with his steady breaths. His hands, long and slender, toy with the fabric of your duvet. You don’t know Rain as well as the others - he’s something of an enigma to you - and all of a sudden you’re filled with the desperate desire to familiarize yourself.

“Do you want to stay with me?” you inquire softly with a knowing look, your hand reaching out to brush his. He looks down at you with parted lips and wide, dark eyes.

“Yes,” he whispers, eyes traveling over your form. “Yes please.”

You understand exactly what it is he wants, particularly after he stands and you see the bulge pressed against his black jeans. Nuzzling into your pillow you watch him undress, admiring the curve of his spine and the way his blush reaches all the way to the base of his horns. He hesitates before sliding off his underwear and your mouth goes dry. He’s beautiful, nude and half-hard before you and you long to slide your mouth over the swollen tip of him. Instead you scooch over in bed and pull back the duvet, gesturing for him to join you. Gently he clambers in beside you and he sighs when you draw the covers back over the both of you. The two of you are face to face now and you lean forward to brush the tip of your nose against his. When he reaches up and slides a hand into your hair, you let out a contented noise in the back of your throat.

“Do you want me?” you whisper, your eyes seeking out his. Something shifts and he stares at you with blown-out pupils.

“You have no idea,” he growls before slotting his lips against yours.

The kiss is hungry as he buries his fingers in your hair and you moan into his mouth. He coaxes you open with his tongue, licking into you with ferocity you did not expect from him. Bringing his body flush to yours, you feel the kick of his cock against your belly and your cunt aches in response. When he pulls away for a moment you whine until you realize he’s trying to work your shirt off over your head at an awkward angle. You sit up slightly to help his cause and suddenly the garment flies over your head and onto the bedroom floor. He’s on you in an instant, sucking your nipple greedily as you fist his dark hair.

“Rain,” you breathe, “I’m not going anywhere.”

He hums around your hardened bud and slides off with a pop to give you a dark look.

“Need you so bad,” he intones, “you have no fucking idea.”

You gasp as his hand slides down your body and into your underwear. When he cups a slender hand against your mound you squirm with delight. He slides one finger against your clit, rubbing languid circles as you buck into his touch.

“Nice and wet, all for me,” he murmurs as he kisses your neck, continuing to work his finger against the nub. When his hand pulls back to the waistband of your underwear you cringe a little.

“I’m bleeding,” you say, biting your lip. “I’ll make a mess.”

“That’s the idea,” he says as he licks a stripe across your collarbone. You resign yourself to the fate of sullying your clean sheets as he slips your period panties off you, eyeing the mess of blood and slick on the gusset as he pulls them to eye level. You’re embarrassed, cheeks and chest flushing but he gives you a grin full of sharp teeth and tosses them over his shoulder, diving back in for another heated kiss. You slide your hand down his chest, making sure to brush his nipple so he moans into your mouth, on a path towards his cock. When you slip your fingertips over the head he flexes his hips into your touch, precum dripping on the sheets. His calloused fingertips return to your cunt, dipping into you to gather your juices and slide them over your clit. When he kisses you again as you both stroke each other, it’s sharp. Fangs peek out to nip at your bottom lip until he’s drawn blood, which he licks up eagerly.

“Need to fuck you,” he groans in your ear as your fingers work over his shaft. “Now.”

In an instant, he removes his hand from your cunt and grips your hip to pull you closer to him. When he grabs his cock to tease at your entrance, your eyes roll back in your head. Rain spreads you open with two fingers and slides into you with one solid thrust, knocking the breath from your lungs.

“Fuck, Rain!” you gasp as he slips almost all the way out of you again. When he slides back in it’s with more gentleness, yet no less firm. You hook your leg around his, granting him greater access and he grips your thigh with sharp claws. Slowly, he begins to set a consistent pace and you sigh with delight.

“So beautiful like this,” he groans, and he hesitates a moment before he speaks again. “Would you let me breed you? Fuck into you again and again until it takes,” he inhales sharply, “and you’re round and full with my kit?”

Your jaw drops open as your cunt clenches around him. His thrusts continue, becoming more insistent. You never thought the idea of being impregnated would arouse you but your moans have become louder all of a sudden, the stretch of your walls more intense.

“Y-yes,” you pant and his pace picks up. “Fuck yes, fill me up. Please.”

You can feel and hear the mixture of blood and slick as his fucking becomes more frantic at your words. Pulling him in for a bruising kiss, you grip the back of his neck, digging your nails into the flesh. You can hear him crying out under your mouth so you pull away, nose to nose with him.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he rasps, sliding a hand down to your cunt to toy with your clit. “Please.”

“Yours, Rain,” you keen as his fingers slip against you again and again. “I’m yours!”

When he coaxes your orgasm out of you, your back arches, pushing your body even closer towards him. His cock continues to slam inside of you, desperate to reach his own end. As you come, your cunt spasms around him and he grips the back of your head to press his forehead into yours.

“And I’m yours,” he grits out, thrusting erratically, “we’re all yours, baby.”

We. The word makes you gasp and clench around him once more as you come down from your high. We.

You are the ghouls’ and the ghouls are yours.

As he spills into you, you vaguely acknowledge the tears sliding down your cheeks. He continues fucking you even after his seed seeps out of you until he’s crying out from the overstimulation. Gently he pulls his softened cock from you and you both lie next to each other, panting. When you raise a hand to lightly stroke his cheek he nuzzles into your touch and turns to place a kiss on your palm.

“Hey,” you say quietly, snuggling closer to him. “That was really nice.”

When he smiles your heart sings.

You feel another rush of blood seep out of you to join the rest of the mess between your thighs. You must be making a face because Rain laughs, sliding out of bed to stand.

“C’mon,” he murmurs. “Your shower still broken?”

“No, actually,” you say, getting the gist, “got it fixed yesterday.” When you slip out of bed and stand you groan at what you see on the sheets.

“Ok, shower and then we gotta change these things. Ugh those sheets were almost brand new.”

You stomp towards the bathroom and Rain captures your wrist in his hand, drawing you back to him.

“Beloved,” he whispers, bringing your hand up to his mouth to kiss it. Your chest aches from the way he gazes at you and you smile - a bright, sincere thing with all of your teeth.

“Thank you,” you say simply.

The words you really want to say - words you have been wanting to tell all the ghouls - linger in your mouth but you can’t yet find the courage to speak them into existence.

Soon enough.

#rain x reader #rain x female reader #rain x f!reader #rain ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

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v-ternus · 4 months

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Voyeur

I started thinking of voyeur Rain, and I started thinking about how Rain likes to make his partners wreck themselves on his words alone. Then all of a sudden, I wrote this. Do I have other things I could be working on? Absolutely. But freak Rain demanded to be written.

Under the cut cause this ran away from me and it got long

Sure Rain love's going to pound town as much as the next ghoul, but what if, sometimes, he's content to just watch, to order.

He'll move a chair to the foot of someone's bed, probably Mountain, right in the middle so everything is in view. He'll light candles all throughout the room and start up the fireplace, making it warm, lighting it up in flickering reds and yellows.

He hurries then, rushing out to find Mountain in the common room, and giving him that all too familiar look before leaving just as quickly. As Mountain trails behind him, already filling out in his pants, he cant wait to get his hands on his water ghoul. He's excited, blood running hot through his veins. Until he clicks his door shut behind him and sees the chair in front of his bed.

His stomach drops, knowing the ache that awaits him, he's done this more times than he can remember. He could say no, have the night play out differently just by saying one word. But the way Rain kisses him is sickeningly sweet, and the way his cool hands graze over his skin as he strips him has his brain melting out of his ears. He can never say no.

So he settles himself in the middle of his soft bedding, naked as the day he was summoned, spreading his legs just how Rain asks him to. He shows his aching cock off, letting Rain watch as his cunt clenches around nothing. But he doesn't touch, not yet,. He lays there rolling his hips, squirming as if its going to earn him an friction.

At some point, Rain will grow tired of his pleas and he'll tell him to run his hands over his cunt, get his fingers coated in his mess. If he's feeling particularly nice, he'll let Mountain hold his chubby little cock between his fingers and tell him to stroke it nice and slow.

"Show me," Rain would order, and Mountain would look down at him as he spreads his fingers, watching his slick stretches between them. Rain will chide that he's wetter than a water ghoul.

Mountain never understands how Rain can just sit there watching, looking unbothered with his hands gently rubbing over the armrests.

Even as he listens to the wet noises of Mountain's fingers dipping into his wet cunt, telling him how fast to go or how to curl his fingers and press on that spot that makes him see stars, his face doesn't waver. The only time his demeanor changes is when he tells Mountain to add finger after finger, stretching himself open.

"Just like my hands baby, imagine they're my fingers" He smirks as his mate whines and begs till he's blue in the face, wishing it was Rain who was touching him like this, feeling his soft walls clenching around him.

"Grab the toy Mount" And he's more than happy to, aching for the chance to feel that heavy fullness, until it registers that Rain chose the biggest he owns.

"Rain..." Mountain doesn't think he can take it, not on his own at least, and Rain knows that. But that's part of the fun. He knows how to take Mountain apart whether he's touching him or not.

"Get it in on your own, or I'll make sure you don't cum for a month" Rain gets excited at the fear that spreads across Mountain's face.

"I've got all night"

#the band ghost #ghoul headcanons #nameless ghouls #rain #mountain #mountrain #ghost headcanons #ghost band #ghost hc #water ghoul #earth ghoul #ghost the band #ghost band fanfic #ghost band fic #ghost band ficlet

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hellboundwrites · 5 months

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Ghoul ships and how they love

Rain and Dewdrop : Quiet Love

It's a gentle kind of love. It requires no effort, no asking, no grand declarations. No matter how unique they both appear in the eyes of others, they always meet in the middle. They fit like puzzle pieces, physically, spiritually.

Their love is public, yet discreet. Observable but never invasive. It's Dewdrop's arm around Rain's waist when they wait in line at a bar. It's Rain's hand on Dew's knee when they sit together in the common room to chat with the others. It's Rain stealing Dew's hairband on his wrist when he's mid-conversation with someone else, knowing he has his silent permission. Or Dew wearing Rain's jacket instead of his own when he has to go out alone. Everyone can see these little marks of belonging. They brand themselves with pieces of the other, to keep a semblance of company, a smell, something to comfort, something to go home to. It's not ownership. It isn't a warning to stay away from a property. It's an affirmation to the world that they exist for each other.

Their love is Rain calming Dew's storms and Dew making him want to come out of his shell a bit more every day. It's Dew's hyperactivity and constant buzz finding its peace in Rain's presence, and Rain allowing himself to be loud when he finally finds someone who cares to listen.

It's Dew opening all the doors whenever the weather is humid and the sky is cloudy, so they can sit together by the window and watch the rain fall in silence. It's Rain picking up wildflowers as ornaments for their shared room because Dew confessed he loved them once. It's bathing together and brushing each other's hair every day, resting skin against skin in the bathtub without any second thought. It's Rain embracing Dew in the darkness of night and softly caressing his hair to help with his insomnia, and Dewdrop waking up before Rain to make breakfast.

Thanks to Rain, Dewdrop wants to read. He wants to think, to learn, to write, so Rain always has someone to nerd with and complain to whenever he finds a plot hole. Because of Dew, Rain desires to use his hands, to make, to fix, so there's someone to count on when gear comes in for repair and Dew's hands are too used for work.

When the world outside is too much, they find a quiet understanding in each other. They give their love in thoughtful acts and silent touches. It's to no one a question, it's never to be doubted. There's no alternative for what they have.

Their love is obvious and it makes sense.

#raindrop #raindrop ghouls #Rain ghoul #Dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #ghoul ship #headcanon #nameless ghouls #ghost band #water ghoul #fire ghoul #fanfic #fic #dewdrop/rain #rain/dew #hellboundfics

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crooked-hourglass · 11 months

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Some RainDrop artwork for the lovely @alwaysjustmina for her fic The Perfect Surprise. Go read it! It’s got kittens doing cute things!!

Thank you for trusting me with this <3

{More Artwork | Socials and Prints}

#Look! Two original characters! In full colour!#With lighting!#I'm so happy with this and for once the picture in my head made it on to the page :')#my artwork #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #raindrop #ghost #the band ghost #ghost the band #unmasked ghouls #ghoul oc #fic rec #digital art #artists on tumblr #ghost fanart #ghost art

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iamthecomet · 6 months

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Kinktober - Day 24 - Forced Fem

Watersports later. But FIRST: 900ish words of Aeon/Rain forced fem. Aeon makes such a pretty girl.

“Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Rain purrs. He nuzzles his face into the side of Aeon’s neck. Hands running down Aeon’s sides and the curve in his waist to rest at his hips over the silky fabric of the slip dress.

Rain can’t stop staring. Looking over Aeon’s form in the mirror in front of him as he pets at Aeon’s hips. Thumbs dragging over prominent hip bones, visible through the dress. It’s pale blue, the same color as Cumulus’ eyes apparently–at least that’s what Aeon said when he showed up in it. It’s Aurora’s, given with permission not to stain it.

Rain is definitely going to owe Aurora a dress. When Aurora wears it, it sits at mid thigh–on Aeon it’s a little higher. Helped along by the way his cock tents the fabric in front. Rain doesn’t think he’s wearing underwear, but he doesn’t know for sure. Has been trying to puzzle it out for the last fifteen minutes.

Craning his neck to try to see when Aeon was knelt in front of him, back the mirror, dress riding up over the curve of his ass. Focused entirely on the small slivers of skin he could see as Aeon sucked on the head of his cock. Eyes drawn to the reflection of Aeon’s feet resting unders his ass. Clad in dainty white socks.

He’d almost cum like that–embarrassingly fast. The wet heat of Aeon’s mouth paired with the visual almost ruined him. Rain still not sure he’s going to last long enough to get inside Aeon. Rain’s pressed tight against Aeon’s back. Rutting his leaking cock against the small of Aeon’s back. Smearing pre-cum over the pretty fabric. Aurora will kill him. Right now, he doesn’t care. Can’t. He’s too focused on the way the silk drapes over Aeon’s skin. The matching choker fastened tight around his neck. The little heart charm dangling from it. Rain itches to say it again. Pretty. It’s the only thing he can think

The eyeshadow matches too. Powder blue. Rain wasn’t sure what to expect when Aurora promised she’d get Aeon ready for him–it wasn’t this. Pale pink lipstick, soft blush high on Aeon’s sharp cheekbones. The dark eyeliner makes him look doe-eyed. Innocent. Rain wants to wreck him. To dig his teeth into every soft piece of him.

Rain clenches his fists in the fabric at Aeon’s hips, dragging the skirt further up his skinny legs. Aeon trembles in his grip. Head lolling back against Rain’s shoulder.

“Say it again,” Aeon whispers.

“What? That you’re pretty?”

Aeon shakes his head. “No–the other–call me–fuck.”

Aeon’s cheeks flush violet beneath the blush. Rain watches him in the mirror, watches his throat work as he tries to figure out how to ask. Rain could wait him out. Force him to say it. That’s always fun. Watching his partner crumble as they ask for what they really want.

“What? A girl? You want me to call you my good girl?”

Aeon makes a noise like the words hurt–but the way his cock kicks tells another story. There’s wet spot forming there too, one to match the back. Aeon nods, hard, turning his head to mouth at Rain’s neck. Sloppy. Wet.

Rain chuckles. He dips his fingers under the hem of the skirt, pulling it up, until his fingers graze over Aeon’s balls. No underwear, he was right. Aeon hisses, cock kicking as Rain slides higher. Runs his finger along the soft underside of Aeon’s cock. Tracing a vein.

“Missing something?”

Aeon shudders. Eyes searching for Rain’s in the mirror. Rain’s stomach twists as momentary panic flits over Aeon’s face. Worry. Brow furrowing as he tries to figure out what he forgot–what he missed in Rain’s instructions.

“Good girls don’t usually forget their panties.”

The noise Aeon makes sounds like it’s been forced from him. Dug up from somewhere deep in his gut. Startled, pained. Rain turns his head to hide his grin in Aeon’s hair.

“I–thought–fuck. I thought you’d like it if I didn’t–”

“I do,” Rain says, mouth dragging over one of Aeon’s horns. “But still. If you want to be a good girl, you have to act like one.”

“Rainy,” Aeon’s hips twitch. Cock kicking under Rain’s fingers as Aeon tries to roll his hips against what little friction Rain is giving him. The movement rocks Aeon’s ass back against Rain’s cock. It spits more precum onto the dress. “Rainy I can be good. I am good.”

“A good what?”

Aeon swallows but doesn’t answer right away. Eyes wild, darting over Rain’s face as he tries to force himself to say it. He opens his mouth and nothing happens.

Rain pulls one hand away from Aeon’s hip, uses it to grab him by the jaw. To pull him away, hold him so Rain can look at him for real. The angle probably hurts Aeon’s neck, Rain’s fingers biting into his cheeks definitely do. But he doesn’t react to the pain. He just blinks up at Rain with his mismatched eyes–already glassy. Lips swollen from his time spent swallowing Rain’s dick.

“Say it,” Rain barks.

Aeon fights with hismelf for another breath but when it finally comes, it pours of out him in a rush. “Girl,” he spits, “I am a good girl. Please, Rain. Please I promise I am I–”

Rain shushes him. He leans down to press his lips to Aeon’s forehead, too softly to be anything but a threat.

“Prove it.”

#comet writes #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #ghostober #aeon ghoul #rain ghoul #aeon/rain #phantom ghoul #phantom/rain #rain/aeon #rain/phantom #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #ghost band fanfiction

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thesunhatesme · 4 days

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A Missing tooth

Wc:1,7k Chapter: 1 Summary: Phantom knocks out a tooth

It had been a busy week for Phantom, the infirmary had been packed with siblings, sisters and ghouls needing help with various things. He wasn't complaining though, he loved helping Aether and Omega, the two ghouls he looked up to the most.

But today was exhausting, he woke up late and was almost late for mass and didn't have time for breakfast or to pack a lunch, but he made it to mass in time.

After mass he needed to go to the infirmary for his shift and had no time for a snack. It was busy, something had been going around and it was a lot of work and without any time for brakes.

He had been in the middle of helping a patient when he realized he had practice. He quickly finished up and rushed to get there in time, and just barely made it. Practice went smoothly, he didn't mess up too much and he played his solo perfectly, all extra hours of practice paying off. When practice was over everyone had decided to play just dance, and how was he supposed to say no to that?

After an hour or so dinner time came around and everyone sat down. He knows he should eat more than only a few bites, but he really didn't like it and the sauce was touching everything. He'd had a long day and he was tired and just wanted some alone time. He excused himself from the table and started making his way to his room.

He started feeling a bit dizzy, but he shrugged it off and kept going. But he had to stop in the middle of the staircase and steady himself against the wall. His knees started feeling weak and everything started getting blurry, his legs started burning from the effort of standing up and he'd broken out in a cold sweat. Then everything went dark.

Finally, the nightmare was over he thought to himself, it was a dream, right? This is how it feels to wake up from a nightmare, adrenaline and fear, he thought. But what was that in his mouth though? something sharp and hard, it felt like two little rocks he thought as he tried to spit them out. He tasted blood in his mouth, why was he bleeding? He searched around his mouth with his tongue, trying to find out where all the blood was coming from.

He flinched as he felt something burn in his mouth. The rocks he spat out weren't rocks, it was pieces of his tooth.

Someone was talking and he could feel hands on his face, wiping his tears, he hadn't realized he was crying. He opened his eyes and tried to make out what was happening, who was talking. He tried to rub his eyes, to rub out the blurriness but someone held him down.

“Someone call Aether!” He recognised Swiss voice. What exactly was happening? He looked around, trying to figure out what was happening.

Everyone was there. Swiss was kneeling down by him on one of the steps, looking at him, Mountain was doing the same, but he was holding his hand, or wrist, he couldn't tell. Cirrus was sitting by his head, holding something to his face, a tissue? Rain and Dew were standing behind Mountain, phone in hand and Cumulus had an arm around Aurora who looked terrified.

“Phantom, can you hear me?” That was definitely Swiss. “Bug, can you look at me?” Swiss looked worried, almost scared when Phantom looked at him.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” Swiss asked. He thought about it for a second, his head hurted a bit, his knee too and the remaining of his tooth burned.

“Knee, mouth, and my head, a little bit” It wasn't easy to speak with a missing tooth, and it hurt too. “What happened?”

“We heard someone crying and when we got here we saw you in the staircase with blood streaming out your nose and head with a missing tooth” Mountain explained. “You don't remember?” Phantom shook his head as he started crying more. Was it bad that he couldn't remember what happened?

“Aether said to bring him to the infirmary, and Omega said to put the lost pieces of tooth in a jar of water” Dew said as he put his phone back in his pocket.

Dew and Rain started looking for the lost tooth, it was broken and was only half of what was missing in Phantom's mouth. Cumulus, Cirrus and Aurora went to tell Copia what had happened. Mountain picked up Phantom and carried him to the infirmary with Swiss, trying to calm Phantom down while rushing through the halls.

Swiss held up the doors to the infirmary and Mountain hurried through to the front desk. “Aether! Omega!” Swiss called out as he rang the little bell on the desk. “Will I be okay?” Phantom asked, looking up at Mountain. Mountain held him a little closer and looked him in the eyes “Of course you will, Aether and Omega will take great care of you bug”

Aether showed up and led them to a bed and Mountain laid him down. Swiss sat down on a chair beside him and Mountain sat down in a chair by the wall while Omega pulled out another chair and a clipboard.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Omega asked. He thought about it for a bit, everything was good and then all of a sudden it wasn't, everything just stopped. “I don't know… I was walking up the stairs and then I was not”

“Okay, clear enough” Omega chuckled. Do you remember how you felt on the stairs?”

“Everything was spinning, my knees felt weak, my legs got really tired and I was cold and hot at the same time and then it felt like I woke up from a nightmare”

“It sounds like you passed out” Omega said. “Have you been eating and drinking enough?”

He thought back, he had been very busy today, he had only eaten a few bites for dinner and a glass of water when he brushed his teeth this morning, the day before he had only eaten lunch, too tired for dinner and the day before that he couldn't even remember. “No, not enough, I've been busy” He said as he looked down in his lap.

"That's probably why you passed out, you've been working a lot in here” Omega concluded. “But I would still like to run a few tests, just to make sure”

Aether took his blood pressure and he put sticky things all over his chest with wires connected. Then he wanted to check his blood. That made Phantom scared but with Swiss and Mountain by his side holding his hands he was brave enough to let Aether take some of his blood. Then he put the blood in a machine with test tubes that was tipping the blood back and forwards, telling him something about making sure the blood doesn't clot.

“Looks like you don't have enough iron in your blood” Aether said when the test came back. He explained how that could make one dizzy and tired and how to fix it.

Aether and Omega decided it would be best if he stayed the night, just to be safe. Swiss then headed back to the den to pack a little bag for Phantom and himself, he knew this was hard for Phantom and that he was scared, so he decided to stay with him. He packed clean pajamas, Phantoms toothbrush, favorite shampoo, bat stuffy, switch and snacks that were easy to eat when missing a tooth.

While Swiss was packing, Aether and Omega checked out his tooth and decided that it would be best if he could go to the dentist and fix it. Two pieces had been knocked out and there was a crack up in the gum and some of the nerves were exposed. It was a quite complicated procedure to fix a broken tooth like that. It was fortunately not a fang and he could glamor himself and still fix the tooth. They decided that Copia would take him in the morning

Swiss came back with a bag and made sure Phantom ate some snacks and drank some juice. When Phantom was done snacking they took a shower, Swiss didn't want to leave him alone, just in case something happened. He helped him wash out all the blood from his hair and made sure to use a lot of conditioner to make it easier to handle. They got out of the shower and Swiss helped him brush their teeth so that it wouldn't hurt too much.

They cuddled up in bed and played some Mario cart to take their minds off everything for a bit, but after half an hour or so they decided that it was time for bed, it was quite late and they would have to get up early tomorrow. They put the switch away and cuddled up close, Swiss holding Phantom tight. Phantom tried to relax, but every breath felt like fire on his broken tooth and his head was still hurting from the hit.

“Swiss, everything hurts” He cried. All the pain medicine was wearing off and he hadn't realized how much it actually hurt before.

“It's okay Bug, I think Omegas still working, I'll see what he can do” Swiss comforted as he pulled out his phone. After about a minute Omega walked in the room with a little cup with pills and a glass of water.

“I heard the pain meds are wearing off” He said as he switched on the bedside lamp. “Take these, it'll help”

Phantom sat up and swallowed the pills. “Thank you, Meg”

“Any time Baby bat, sleep well” He said as he walked out of the room. Swiss and Phantom cuddled up close again, it would take a while for the pain meds to start kicking in, but it was okay, he had Swiss.

When Omega came back to check on them after an hour he was met with two sleeping ghouls. He pulled the blanket over their shoulders and switched off the night light before leaving.

#the band ghost #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #omega ghoul #nameless ghouls #papa copia #copia #ghost fanfiction #ghost fic #tshm writing

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serene-sun · 11 months

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𝕯𝖆𝖜𝖓 •-☀︎-⋆⁺₊⋆ 𖤓 ⋆⁺₊⋆- ☀︎-•

Pairing: swiss x reader, Swiss x dewdrop, dewdrop x reader, aether x reader, mountain x rain.

Summary: you’ve been up since three, considering you were there to see aether make breakfast, you need to back to bed as soon as possible!

*Text*: sensitive topic

“Your up early.” Aether walks into the ghoul den, finding your form wrapped up in a blanket on the couch.

He stumbled along to the kitchen, his flannel pants unevenly hanging from his hips, his shirt was as messy as his hair that went every other direction.

Aether rubbed his eyes, turning on the coffee pot and turning on the stove. He set a pan on it, letting the metal warm up.

“What’s got you up?” He asks, opening the fridge.

“I’ve been up since three.” You yawn, the blooming blue sun shinning through the window and it’s looming curtains.

“Three?” Aether chuckles to himself, he turns around to meet your droopy eyes, his finger tapping the door of the fridge with a sigh.

“Well…can’t say I don’t understand, it’s just like that sometimes.” He closes the door with a carton of eggs in his hand.

“I’m always like that in summer, the cold is just so much better.” You say

You grab the remote and turn up the TV as the morning news came on. You turn and fix the blanket that started to fall off of your body.

The sound of sizzling zones both you and aether out of the morning sleepy thoughts.

The door opens and a tired water ghoul lumbers his way into the room, turning on the lamp beside me as he enters the kitchen.

“Goodmorning.” Rains voice is scratchy and new, he scratches the back of his head.

His dark wavy locks were a mess, the same going for the long and faded band shirt that obviously was not his.

“Who’s shirt is that? Are you even wearing pants?” Aether looks at the water ghoul poring a cup of steaming coffee, he flips the eggs that simmer in the pan.

“Mountains, he shou-“ rains cut off by the earth ghoul coming behind him and bringing him into a tight hug.

You look over the back of the couch, “get a room you two.” You throw a fit looking as mountain practically picks him off his feet.

“Oh don’t worry, we did.” He laughs, much to make your eyes roll

“It’s going to be storming all day, we need to go ahead and bring in the pants.” Rain tells the tall ghoul, hinting towards the weather forecast that was printed across the TV.

“Yeah I was thinking about that.” He replies, “aren’t we getting some hail?”

*The sound of the ghouls conversations fade to white noise, and the sound of the TV makes you feel at home again. Maybe you would open your eyes again and be back home with nobody yelling or throwing things around.*

“Hey…” a voice says, just barely above a whisper.

You groan, feeling your eyes stiffen out as you realize you had fallen asleep. Hmm?

“Your very sleepy, how about you go to Swiss and firefly? You know they sleep in.” Aether rubs your arm, it had fallen from the coffin of blankets you wrapped yourself in.

“Mm no. M fine.” You nod, obviously lying.

You wish you were already there, within their warm confines, maybe Grey would be there purring and sending you to sleep.

“C’mon, let’s get you back into the bed.” Aether wraps you and your blankets in his arms, bringing your head to rest on his shoulder.

He rubs your back, you can feel his quintessential warmth spread through you and making you sleepier than before.

As soon as your head bobs, Aethers already opening the door to dews warm room with his foot. He brings you to his big bed, the black and red cotton sheets are all tangled around dew and Swiss cuddled together.

Aether leans down and sets you between the two, naturally they suffocate you with their love and affection. The room is dark, and the small sound of Swiss snoring and dew purring is making it extremely hard to focus on aether who’s leaving the room.

Swiss’s arm wraps around you, pulling you deeper into his chest. Dew is pressed up behind you, his mustache tickling your ear softly.

“Warm enough?” Swiss asks, he doesn’t open his eyes and he doesn’t go above a whisper.

You shrug, still in defeat of being put back to bed. Suddenly, you feel your back heat up, and the fire ghoul is giving you a tighter squeeze around your abdomen.

“Mm maybe.”

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st-danger · 4 months

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(Hi @forlorn-crows, this one's for you. Content warning: consensual quintosis and sedation.)

Aether knows what Rain's looking for tonight, of course. He is well aware of the things Rain wants specifically from him. Not all the time, of course, but enough. Enough where he recognizes the particular look he graces him with, searching and questioning. A need, really, and who is Aether to ever deny him that? He couldn't. Could never resist the opportunity to be inside him.

Not just inside, but inside.

He looks at Rain, lying next to him on a too-firm hotel mattress, hair still damp from the post-ritual shower he's taken. He smells of the rosemary mint hotel body wash, and underneath that, the beginnings of arousal, just barely enough for Aether to scent. Naked and lovely and waiting for him. Aether's been waiting for him, similarly undressed, similarly needy for what they're about to do. It's a deliciously depraved thing, he knows. He also knows Rain can't get enough of it, even as he draws a leg up to hide, arms folded over his chest. It's perfectly fine with Aether. He likes to watch exactly what happens next.

"Go on and ask, love."

Aether inches forward, closer, reaches out and holds Rain by his slender throat, firm enough to make his eyes go fractionally wider. Unconscious, Rain's tongue darts out to wet his lips.

"Make me your toy," Rain whispers, eternally shy when made to say it aloud. Aether smiles, needs no further convincing.

Hand still on his throat, he draws magick from the air, and lets Rain feel the barest hint of something warm and wonderful seep under his skin, before pulling it away. Repeating. Teasing him with it until Rain's shivering and curling in towards him, looking imploringly into his eyes.

"Aether," he begins, in the same, soft tone, "go on and-"

In a heavy rush, he lets it all inside at once, as much of the electricity he can spin from the world around him, and Rain moans, eyes fluttering, lips parting, and loveliest of all, limbs going slack. The pleasure Aether begins forcing into him, and the heavy fog his wraps his head in, starting at the base of his skull and growing to envelope his mind, sweeping down each vertebra-

He looks instantly stupid.

Aether reaches a single finger out and draws it along parted lips, feeling. Indulging himself. He feels he's allowed, to take as much time with Rain like this as he wants. Certainly nobody's complaining; Rain's too drugged to talk, but as Aether wiggles two thick fingers between his teeth to fuck his mouth, petting at a tongue so wet and soft, Aether makes sure he can still moan like a whore for it, even if he's too fuzzy to completely understand.

"There we go," Aether coos. He can't wait to hold Rain's face, press on the joint of his jaw so he can fuck into his mouth shallowly, demand Rain suckle on the head like the sweet thing he can be. Drool all over it.

Aether withdraws his fingers, wet with his spit, and smears it over Rain's lips. He watches as Rain's eyes struggle to open, and shoves them back inside again, rougher now because Rain will take it. He'll take anything Aether wants to give him, actually. That's the sickeningly delightful purpose of this, making him a pliable tangle of limbs that Aether will arrange as he pleases, for Rain's too dazed to do anything other than let it happen. It's a good thing he's here to help him. Of course.

When he pulls his fingers out for the last time, a dribble of drool follows, leaking out the side of his mouth and Aether groans, loving the way his pink mouth shines with spit. The way Rain's eyes try to focus but stay so cloudy it's impossible, pupils blown against the light of the iris, obvious.

He pushes himself up and eases Rain onto his back, pulling his arms apart, grabbing the hand closest to him and bringing it to his groin, forcing Rain's hand to rub against his cock. Forcing him to feel. It pulls a weak noise from Rain, who's head presses even heavier into the pillow, turned into it. Drooling on it. Fucked up and stupid and Aether should feel bad about how much he enjoys this. Possibly. He isn't sure there's a reason for him to, with the enthusiasm the ghoul before him pursues it, but surely it's understandable to feel a teensy bit guilty about loving the ease with which he can push Rain's legs apart, spreading and exposing him and the only thing Rain can manage is weakly reaching for him before Aether wraps a hand around his cock to force him hard. The first few strokes see his arms falling against the bed, too much effort to hold up. It feels too nice to lie there brainless while Aether's watching the head peek in and out of the foreskin while it slowly rolls up and over and then all the way back again.

Rain makes a gurgly, hurt noise as his cock fills out, twitching to life in Aether's capable hands. Faster than normal, but Aether can't stop himself from letting the hypnosis speed it up, convincing Rain that it feels so much better, so much more intense. Convincing his body, which trembles finely, that it needs to be hard immediately, that when Aether lets go, his cock needs to throb and bounce around while it does. Searching of his own accord for friction. That it needs to be nice and sticky at the tip, because it's a sight to watch it drool like his mouth. Matching.

"Alright, love," Aether says, bringing a finger down and sliding it between his cheeks. Rain's head lolls to the side, eyelids heavy. The pad of his finger strokes against his hole, tingling. Pressing against it to suggest, the sensation making it flutter involuntarily. "Go on and ask."

Tongue too thick, ready to stumble over his words, Rain reaches with obvious effort to try to wipe the spit off his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Use me?" he whispers.

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ghoulangerlee · 3 months

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wow here's some aetherrain smut I guess!

rain has some fun non-human bits :) and aether has magical bits and sometimes, nothing! (cunt and cock are used as terms for Aeth & slit and cock used for rain's (you'll see))

I've had a really shitty week at work so this may or may not be a cry for validation and/or serotonin.

Aether has seen Rain nude many times since his summoning—in different states of glamour.

Mostly, Rain can be seen walking around half glamored—his skin a dark blue-nearly black, his chest, belly and groin area all white, fading into the dark blue of his thighs.

It's...interesting, to see the different ways a water ghoul will manifest their appearance, because Aether has intimate knowledge of water ghoul anatomy and Rain's is unlike anyone's he's ever seen.

He's smooth, his stomach and chest and the insides of his thighs, smooth and hairless, while the backs of his arms, legs, hands, his back are rough—a fact that Aether had found out one day, mostly on accident, when he'd rested his hand on Rain's bare back and made an attempt to rub upwards, until the rough catch of skin against his palm had made him pull away with a hiss.

Rain had just smirked at him, that cacophonous voice echoing with laughter in his mind.

Aether feels almost mad with his interest, something about Rain catching his attention and making him grasp at every opportunity to be close to him, to see him, to touch.

Rain doesn't seem to mind, content to watch and be close and touch back, his fingers careful and curious as they explore the planes of Aether's chest, the dip of his collarbones, brushing over sensitive nipples.

When Aether's pulse quickens, a soft gasp leaving his lips, Rain's eyes narrow in on them, dragging the soft pad of his thumb over slowly hardening nipples until Aether's legs buckle a bit.

He's quiet and it's kind of nerve wracking that he is—that Aether can see his chest move, can see his throat bob when he swallows, the way his shoulders shake as he seemingly laughs at Aether's reaction to being touched.

Aether's hands find Rain's chest, fingers pressing into the divots—he doesn't have nipples, not in the same sense that Aether does, but he shivers a bit when Aether drags his thumb across the ridge down the center of his chest, so, he does it again, eyes flickering up to gaze into Rain's face, watching his reaction.

Rain's pupils are wide, dilated with arousal, but his gaze never wavers from Aether—sharp and focused even as Aether's fingers press and prod into the dips of his chest and stomach, feeling around the soft skin, each touch makes Rain jerk, eyes growing darker, sharper.

He's breathless, watching the shadows play across Rain's face, the scent of the water ghoul's arousal thick in the room as his sharp gaze lay heavy on Aether.

They haven't even kissed, beyond the teething and mouthing that Rain's done to Aether's collarbones and throat, his jaw, Aether's almost sure that he's left behind marks from the sting of it all.

Rain's teeth are sharp, so sharp and Aether wants to feel them, feel them against his lower lip, press his tongue to the point of one and see if they're just as sharp as he believes them to be.

Something about it all must broadcast on his face, in his mind, because Rain's hands come up, cup his face in a gentle sort of way, his skin warm and smooth, near burning against Aether's.

His eyes flutter closed and as he exhales out a soft sigh of contentment, Rain's mouth fits against his, sharp teeth pressing tantalizingly against his lower lip, not biting, just there, a reminder that Rain is, at his core, a predator.

He sits there for a moment, and Aether lets his hands drop down to rest on Rain's hips, tugging him close—Rain's nude, gloriously nude, mostly inhuman, the webbing between his fingers a little sticky against Aether's cheeks.

Aether revels in it, brazenly pressing his tongue against the sharp point of one of his teeth, feeling the way Rain shifts against him, brushes his thumb over the apple of Aether's cheek before pressing his sharp claw into the skin—not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to keep him there.

A noise looses itself from his throat, grasping harder at Rain as he coaxes the water ghoul into a proper kiss that's all tongue and teeth, feeling Rain shake against him as laughter echoes inside his mind.

It sounds fond almost, but Aether still sinks his own teeth, dull and blunt, into Rain's lower lip in retaliation.

When they part, Rain looks somewhat proud of himself, a smirk on his lips as he peers up at Aether, though his cheeks are flushed a sort of gray-pink color, something that Aether needs to touch, to feel, so he brings his hand up, careful as he brushes the pad his thumb over the flush of color.

Rain leans into the touch, eyes closing as his smirk softens into a smile, holding for a few moments before he turns his head and presses a kiss to Aether's palm.

Bed?

Rain's eyes are still closed, his face the picture of serene, as he nuzzles just a little deeper into Aether's touch.

"We can, yeah," Aether murmurs, keeping his voice barely above a whisper, and it takes everything in him to pull away then, not far, but enough that he can move the two of them across the room, to where his bed is shoved against the wall.

He's heard second hand stories, that Rain can be like this, gentle and docile, in the same way that he is now batting his eyelashes up at Aether, a grin stretched across his mouth.

Nothing at all like the predator that he'd been moments ago.

And maybe, just maybe, that was what made him so dangerous.

On the bed, Rain stretches out, arms pillowed beside him, one foot resting flat against the bed, legs spread with enough room for Aether to fit himself there—getting him close enough that he can smell the thickness of Rain's arousal, a musk that sticks to the roof of his mouth when he presses his nose into the crease of Rain's thigh.

He exhales loudly, a shuddery thing that has him shaking a bit, one of his hands dipping between his own legs to press the heel of it against where his dick is, to mold his fingers down over his cunt—its not enough, not with the burning arousal under his skin but it staves off his need for now, satiates the want to sink down onto something, to grind against Rain until the two of them come.

Now that he's here, between Rain's thighs, he wants to take his time, savor it.

Rain's hand drops into his hair, caressing his scalp, cupping the back of his head as Aether's mouth opens against his skin, biting hot kisses into the crease of his thigh, over his hip.

Rain's fingers flex against the back of his head, sharp points digging into skin as Aether continues his path, biting and kissing, chasing the scent of his arousal.

At some point, in the haze of it all, Aether sees Rain's other hand move from the corner of his eye, narrowing in on it as it drops down into view, cupping over the skin below his belly, thumb rubbing somewhat insistently.

Aether doesn't think much of it, he's heard of more complicated ways to call forth genitalia, magic being in the touch of it all—in fact, Aether's somewhat surprised to see someone else like him, someone who's not quintessence, even.

But then, with no magic whatsoever, Aether watches the skin under Rain's hand part, now swelled with blood and arousal, the scent thick in the air—and Aether has to stop, lift his head so he can watch.

An appendage, tapered at the tip, oozing a white fluid as it swells from the slit—it grows thicker the more that's revealed, and at the base, it's nearly as thick as Aether's own wrist.

It's not quite as prehensile as a tentacle would be, but when left to its own devices, it curls in on itself a bit and Aether feels himself clenching around nothing, wondering just how good it would feel if it were to do that inside of him.

He has to touch, Aether realizes, brazenly batting Rain's hand away to continue to coax it out of the slit—it's warm in his hand, sticky with the white fluid oozing out of it.

It doesn't get hard, not like a cock, but it stays firm, big, writhing in his touch as he strokes it as if it were a cock, the tip of it curling over the edge of his fist each time.

When he chances a glance upward, Rain's got his head tilted back, but his sharp gaze is trained on Aether, chest rising and falling rapidly the more he touches, and he wonders, for a moment, if this is what prey feel like before they're devoured.

More.

A single word said on an exhale, and Aether hears it as if he were underwater—dreamy and distorted, and he feels a pull forward, drawing him in as he bows his head, fits his mouth around the tip of Rain's cock.

There's no taste, but the white slick is sticky against his tongue, Rain's scent thick in his nose as he mouths at him, pressing his tongue flat against the underside of it.

It's both like sucking a cock and entirely something else all together, the appendage undulating inside his mouth, pulsing and curling.

Rain's hand in his hair becomes more insistent, squeezing the back of his neck to keep him still, hips pushing up into, against Aether's mouth.

Aether hums, lets his hand fall from where he'd had it wrapped around the rest of his dick, letting Rain fuck up into his mouth—all the while he's got his own hand pressed against himself, fucking against the heel of it, making increasingly desperate noises as he does.

Rain guides him back, off of his cock for a moment, pressing the pad of his thumb against Aether's lower lip, and in Aether's mind he hears Rain whisper beautiful.

Aether smiles at him, goes back to mouth along Rain's dick but Rain stops him, nudges him further down towards the base of his cock, the slit there open and puffy, oozing the same white fluid as his cock and Aether exhales, swears under his breath.

Above him, Rain preens at the attention, uses the leverage of his feet to push his hips upwards, closer to Aether's mouth.

Encouraging him, all while Rain's voice echoes in his mind, telling him that he has such a pretty mouth, that he knows that Aether will take good care of him.

Aether licks his lips, uses his free hand to frame the base of his dick and, coincidentally, the slit that it protrudes from, before he leans in, licking his way into Rain.

He'd never thought, on the base of it all, what it would be like to bed someone who didn't communicate vocally—how would he know? On the basis of it all, if his partner, if Rain, enjoyed what he was doing?

His answer comes in the form of shaking limbs and undulating hips, the nonsensical whisper of Rain's projection in his mind, giving him a play by play of pleasure—the feedback from their bond, the feel of Rain's arousal building up and running over like a too full cup of tea.

Overwhelming, and Rain hasn't even touched him.

He feels, sees an image, something Rain plants in his mind, his cock, sinking slowly into the base of the slit alongside Rain's nudging against him—a tight fit.

Aether makes an embarrassing sort of noise and fucks harder against his own hand, the feedback loop of Rain's own pleasure melding together with his own.

Rain's fingers are deceptively gentle as they grip his hair, guiding him where he needs him, where he wants him, tossing a leg up over Aether's shoulders to keep him in place, grinding against his face while his cock and slit both ooze, making a mess of Aether's face.

And all at once, the pleasure ascends, a crescendo of feedback through their bond, hammering away at whatever little resolve Aether has left until he's left humping against the bed, against his hand, tongue deep in Rain until all he sees, hears, tastes, feels is Rain.

It gets into his hair, just barely, when Rain comes, arching up off the bed, silent, oh so silent, but his chest heaves and he claws at Aether, whatever he can touch of him, grinding steady against his face, only pushing him away when Aether's already swallowed down most of his come, when he starts licking at the sticky tip of his cock—still firm, still undulating like it's got a mind of it's own.

And then, all at once, Rain's hauling Aether up over him until he's straddling his waist, manhandling him to rut against his cock, hot and sticky and alive as it nudges against Aether's cock, pressing curiously against the fabric covering him—wet and sticky with his own slick.

Aether gasps, shivers when Rain surges up, still supporting him, and kisses him soundly, licking into his mouth none too gently as one of his hands sinks down into the back of Aether's underwear, gripping his ass tightly and guiding him to grind, fast and dirty, against him.

He's already too close to the edge, sitting on the precipice, but the way Rain clutches at him, guides him, makes him want to remove his underwear, to sink down onto Rain—he doesn't quite understand how Rain's cock works, how it doesn't go soft, just stays firm and slick at all times, but Satan Below, he wants to feel that in him.

He must project some kind of image into Rain's mind with that because the water ghoul grabs him tighter, fucks up against him hard, his cock nudging against Aether's in just the right way and Aether's shouting, clamping his thighs tightly around Rain's hips, rutting and rocking down against him until he's shaking and overstimulated, inhaling rapidly through his nose, his mouth.

Rain's hands are gentle as they guide Aether down, down onto his chest properly, so they're pressed chest to chest even though Aether's still in his sticky underwear he finds himself dozing off, the gentle scratch of claws against his scalp, the steady, heavy thrum of Rain's heartbeat under his ear.

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