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ellieslittlewh0re · 2 months

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Please write some skin to skin with Ellie. I need a break from her strap!! Whew <3

yes!! I totally understand where your coming from 😩 I miss the good ol fashioned bumpin & grinding 🩷

𝖺/𝗇 𝗂 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 <𝟥

𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵𝟐𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑵 𝒆.𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔.

જ⁀➴ 𝐬𝐲𝐩𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾, 𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 <𝟑

જ⁀➴ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝖻𝗂𝗇𝗀 (𝖽𝗎𝗁), 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 & 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺

It was still early in the morning, the sun just barely breaking on the horizon, and dew drops stuck to your shared bedroom window from the summer humidity.

Ellie stirred awake, rubbing her eyes as she adjusted to creeping daylight, and then she saw you. Your bare shoulder, and how the light highlighted your silhouette, all the way down your bare sides.

She felt bad of course, after a night where she let her jealousy and insecurities overwhelm her, she ended up saying some things she regretted- things she didn’t mean.

Her hand caressed your shoulder, and down your arm, you were still asleep, but she didn’t intend to let it last long.

She loved you, cared so deeply for you, and you just made perfect sense to her.

Maybe it was her insecurities talking again, but she had to make it up to you, now.

She scoots closer to you on the bed, her bare chest on your back, and her arm wraps around your front, her lips now on your shoulder.

This is when you start to finally wake up, her restless kisses making it impossible to ignore.

You hummed as your eyes blink open, and you quickly remember last nights events.

Sure, you were still upset. It wasn’t unforgivable, but you wanted to make her work for it.

“Baby?” She said, quiet and a little rough, and you ignored her, tucking your face away further into the pillow so she couldn’t see your face.

Another kiss is felt on your shoulder, and then another one a little higher up, and they kept coming until her lips were in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered into you, her warm breath making the skin on your arms tingle.

You extended your neck, giving room for her to continue her surge, and a smile kept onto Ellie’s lips, knowing that not only you were awake, but you were inviting her.

Her soft pecks turned wet, her tongue sliding across your skin until it turned into gentle suctioning, and her hips perfectly snug.

You hum again as Ellie’s hand finds your breast, gently rolling the fat between her fingers, taking extra caution around the sensitive nerves.

Her breathing starts to pick up in your ear as her hips are rolling into you, grinding her cunt into your ass, and her hand also became more frenzied, finding its way into your panties, and sliding a index finger between your sticky folds.

You moaned in response, eyes still shut, and wrapping a hand around to pull on the back of her thigh in need of more.

Luckily for Ellie, you didn’t make her work nearly as hard as you should have because her boxers were growing increasingly tight and uncomfortable, sticking and clinging to her cunt as she continued to hump you from behind.

Boby parts begin to stick, her forehead resting on the back of your shoulder, and her thighs against yours. She was relentless with her wrist, but the angle wasn’t favorable.

You’re rolled onto your back, and she’s climbing on top of you, finally abling a kiss, all the while using one of her hands to slide her boxers down the length of her legs, not bothering to take them the rest of the way off as they dangled from one of her ankles.

Your eyes opened the rest of the way, seeing her as she lowers her lips to your chest, planting open mouthed kisses, and you whine as the kisses turned brutish- sucking, and her teeth grazing your nipple as she pulls away.

She gets lower, her bottom lip ghosting the pudge of your lower stomach, “Can I?” She asks, so sweetly, and so unsure, wanting nothing more to get closer to you in any way possible, but never fully satisfied.

You nodded, and it took her no less than a second to hook her pretty fingers around the hem of your panties, pulling them down and tossing them elsewhere with little importance to neither of you.

It started sweet with the trail of kisses up your inner thighs, her warm hands hooking around you, and all her adoring vows spewed between the flicks of her tongue.

See, Ellie loved you- loved fucking you, but it was one of this mornings where her growing itch was starting to physically ache.

She lifts herself, and in your dazed-out haze, you give her a look of confusion, but she’s pulling and pushing at your legs, spreading them until the inner muscles started to sting.

“Ellie, what are you-?” You started to ask, but she pretty much answered your question as she swung a leg over one of yours, her hands on your knees, and lowered herself onto you.

A sharp breath is exhale from your lungs, and a sigh from hers.

“M’sorry, babe… couldn’t wait anymore.”

Her freckled forearm was now covered in raised, pinkish scratches, both from you pulling her closer, and pushing away in overstimulation.

“Ellie… I’m gonna-“ You try to speak, but your voice fails you, coming out in a series of small little wines.

She comes down, her trembling arms barely able to hold herself up, but still continues the wave-like motions of her hips- in and out, gently rolling like a tide against the sea shelled bottom.

She kissed your cheek, a tinge of saltwater on her tongue as her lips lazily rested against your temple,

“I know, baby, me too. Together, yeah?”

She straightens herself, one of her hands pushing on the inside of your knee, ensuring full contact. And it seems so obvious in times like this that you’d always forgive her so easily- kaleidoscopic eyes peeking through dark lashes, her hip bones protruding behind alabaster skin, and the hypnotizing manner of her muscles under strain.

Ellie’s jaw clenched, digging a little harder, and rutting a little faster as her climax approaches, both greedy for her own release, but also sympathetic towards yours.

Almost ritualistic in nature, she repeated your name, and you with hers, your bodies practically conjoined as she collapses on top of you.

Once the air returned back to her lungs, she rolls off, and is opening her arms for you to take position.

And, of course, you do, nuzzling in beside her, and her hand is in your hair, stroking gently at the stands.

This is how your morning came and went, wrapped around your girlfriend, and limbs intertwined, softly snoring away the daylight, and Ellie’s heartbeat being your melodic departure.

i’m so bad at endings I’m sorry but none the less, I hope you enjoyed 🩷

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weskin-time · 1 year

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I don’t t go here but how about sharing body heat with John price headcanons? Like if it’s cold outside and the both of you are stranded. Alone. 👀 (feel free to ignore just giving ideas haha)

i’m sorry this took. months. i love when i write and hit the save button only for it to not save. >:/ BUT I HOPE I DID YOUR ASK JUSTICE!

Captain John Price x GN!Reader

not beta read

Cold air curled into your lungs and made its home on your skin, burning the back of your throat and searing your flesh as if it was hot out, but it was freezing.

There was no snow, just dry cold air that made your sinus’s cry out in pain, no moisture in the air just a winter haze in a forest. Frozen dew drops clung to blades of grass, to the leaves shed on the forest floor like blankets, the dwindling light of the day promised an even colder night.

The twilight would have been peaceful if it had been a voluntary camping trip, if you weren’t stuck with your captain in the middle of the woods out in bumfuck-nowhere Russia.

It should have been easy, should have been an easy drive to a small town where the contact had been, but it was an ambush, a trap set up by Makarov to get you lot off his ass. Your small team was outnumbered and forced to retreat, but an explosion caused Price and you to be separated from Gaz and the rest of the small amount of men. A mine caught the captain and you off guard, causing the Humvee you were in to wreck, separating you from everyone, somehow Makarov’s men didn’t see you two slip into the woods that bordered the town.

“Damnit. You two are going to have to sit tight for the night.” Laswell spoke over the coms.

Good thing the army backpack your we’re wearing had supplies inside it, standard military issued foldable tent, a shitty sleeping bag, and then some. Price seemed to have lost his bag (or didn’t even bring it) in the explosion, meaning there was only one tent and sleeping bag to share between you two. Fun.

You barley paid any attention to the conversation going on behind you as you began to set up the tent, unzipping it from its little bag and trying to figure out how to set it up. It kind of reminded you like those folding frisbees you sometimes get at fairs or small events.

“Laswell-“ Price began to argue but was cut off.

“John it’s too hot right now to rescue the two of you, Makarovs men are still in the town, Im not going to argue with you. I’m sending a team your way before dawn tomorrow, you’ll be out of there in no time.” Her tone was final.

“Fuckin hell.”

The kept talking as you focused on the tent, tuning them out as you fed some tubes into the fabric of the green camo. Your nose felt numb, your fingers moved with a slowness of paralyzed flesh, the cold in the air seeped into your being freezing your blood. Your heavy fingers fumbled over the rough fabric as you sniffed your now running nose.

By the time Price was done complaining you had gotten the tent up. It was large enough for about 2 people, and thankfully the backpack you carried had a thin scratchy blanket to go along with it. Looks like you wouldn’t be camping warmly tonight.

“The tents up captain.” you called over your shoulder to where the man was just a few moments ago, jaw chattering slightly.

“Alright. Fuckin hell.” the last part was muttered under his breath.

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It had been an hour since you set up the tent.

Twilight had come to cloak the forest in darkness, the birds who were chirping and singing earlier had went to bed, it was too cold in the night air for them.

The temperature had to have dropped a few more degrees by sundown because your toes ached in the combat boots you wore, you could barely feel them let alone move them in the confines of the shoes. Your fingers felt like rocks, slow to move and what could best describe it as ‘clunky’.

It’s weird how the cold burns. Your skin felt like it was on fire minus the heat, your thighs didn’t help warm up your hands as you pressed your legs harder around your fingers to provide any warmth at all, instead it just make your skin ache. What’s worse is you couldn’t make a fire.

Makarov’s men were still in the area Price had confirmed, while y’all were deeper in the woods to where it would take them a while to find you even if they tried to look in the forest, it would still be too risky to attract them from the smoke of a fire, and everything was too cold and frozen to have a smokeless fire, you needed dry wood with no bark for that.

You and your captain had huddled up in the tent for the night. Price was currently on watch, which left you alone in the tent to rest.

But it was too cold to sleep. It was too cold to even think. You sat in the fetal position with your arms around your thighs instead of your knees, pressing your fingers into the crevasse of your thighs to provide some warmth, but none coming to you. A blanket from the sleeping bag was wrapped around you, it was too cold to even lay flat in the sleeping bag, you had to huddle to stay somewhat warm, and even then you felt the buzzing, burning, numb feeling of the cold. You were able to handle torture if needed, but this? this was hell. The blanket did nothing.

“Shift change.” He announced before unzipping the flap and sitting fully in the tent ready to switch positions with you but he stopped when he saw your shivering state.

Your head was on your knees and you honestly couldn’t tell if you were shivering worse than he was. Your skin looked dull from what he could see and that instantly worried him.

He shifted over to you on his knees, shutting the tent flap behind him, “You alright?”

You weakly looked up at him only to be met with his sudden expression of shock and worry all mixed into one. You could barely see in the moonlight but you’d be able to sniff out the expression sense you haven’t seen him ever express it before.

Your lips were turning blue.

“Fuckin hell,” he groaned out a string of curses as he put down his gun and took off his vest and placed it with yours in the corner of the tent. You could barely understand what he was muttering, something about muppets? Fuck if you knew.

“Imma move you, right?” He asked full knowing he was going to do it regardless if you said yes or no, so you have a weak grunt in approval.

You didn’t want to move, moving meant you’d loose all the warmth you’ve built up be it not much. John sat down close to you and took the blanket off you, which you barely even noticed, and wrapped his large warm hands around your midsection and hooked his other under your knees, lifting you up to sit in between his legs. You were facing sideways against him with your shoes under his thigh as both of his legs wrapped around your frame. He pushed your head to rest against his chest and instantly your hands found their place resting against his ribs.

His arms wrapped around you with the blanket, draping it around the two of you as he held you against him.

If you were in your right mind you would protest against your captains actions, but survival was more important in this moment. Plus you honestly didn’t mind being this close to him, feeling his breath on the top of your head as he huddled into you, his strong heartbeat hammering in your ears in a calming manner, and slowly the warmth of the two of you beginning to grow under the trap of the blanket, making your skin feel as if it was thawing. You felt safe in his arms like this.

“That better?” Price asked resting his head on your own.

A whine of ‘mmhmm’ escaped your throat at the question.

“Get some rest ey? Gaz’ll be here by dawn.” Reassuring words from your captain almost put a spell on you as you instantly felt your eyelids grow heavy. You absentmindedly snuggled closer into his chest and shifted your weight to rest fully against him. A hum of contentment released like a balloons air escaping. You really should be embarrassed a little about this situation but you were too cold and tired to care, you were just glad you could feel your fingers again.

Right at the cusp of sleep where your brain was swimming in the ideas of a dream a soft pressure surrounded by what felt like fuzzy grass tickled your forehead.

John had given you a kiss on the head, “Sleep love.”

You’d worry about everything later in the morning when you’re rescued and after you’ve been seen by a doctor.

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thecuriousquest · 7 months

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B2 & Hawks

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The Scent of Another Man

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @palesweetscherryblossom @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, non con briefly mentioned, isolation punishment mentioned, spanking threat, nudity, sexual punishment?, possessive tendencies, controlling tendencies, aggressive behavior, abusive behavior, threatening harm upon Reader, hair pulling, breast slapping, marking Reader, Stockholm Syndrome

Request: “We won’t stop until you’re so covered in my scent no one will dare touch you again.”

Master List

Yandere Alphabet Prompt

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Keigo Takami is known for many things. He’s the No. 2 pro hero of Japan, he’s a charming guy, he’s rich as hell, and he started his own agency at such a young age. Those are just a few off of the long, long list.

You know Keigo for something that nobody would ever even consider. He’s fucking territorial. This man somehow always knows when you’ve been around another guy. It’s like he can sniff it out. You could just brush your arm up against the opposite gender on a bus, and when you come home, Keigo will be all over your ass, interrogating you about why you smell like another guy.

Ever since you blossomed into a more willing partner, one who shows him incredibly genuine love and devotion, he has allowed you to go outside under certain conditions. One, you must always have your phone and location turned on. Two, if Keigo calls, you must always answer. Three, you’re only allowed out until five o’clock pm. Four, you are to tell Keigo where you’re going and who you’re going with. If he doesn’t approve of those two things, you aren’t going at all. Five, you are to contact Keigo and only Keigo if something bad happens.

On the train, your phone died, and you happened to have been seated between two males with pretty heavy body odor. That’s what leads you here as Keigo grabs you by your hair and berates you in the kitchen, threatening to press your cheek against the hot griddle of the stove.

“Am I not enough for you? After all I’ve done to protect you, to give you a lavish life?! You’re going to throw all of that back in my face?”

You know what will happen if you don’t answer him properly. Sniffling from the threatening heat against your face, you groan and cry out with a heaving chest, “Keigo, I’m sorry! You’re enough. You know you are! I love you, I can’t live without you. Please, Keigo!”

You can’t hold onto him with the angle you’re bent at over the stove. The only thing you can grab is the handle to the oven, so you clutch it desperately, knuckles turning white from the harsh grip.

“KEIGO!”

You feel like you’re about to vomit as he presses your face just a bit closer, but it’s all too close at the same time. You’re a short hair away from him marring your face.

“What do I have to do to make you get it through your pea sized brain that you’re mine? You’re my girl!”

“I am your girl! Keigo, I didn’t do anything. Please? Please, let me go?!”

Your tears fall onto the griddle, splashing and sizzling as it begins to evaporate. The steam hits your eye, and it only causes more to surface upon your lashes.

He pulls you up and turns off the knob, ending the torturous heat to the stove. Keigo grabs you by your jaw with an iron clasp so tight you’re sure he’ll leave finger print sized bruises. The dew drops lingering on your eyes rolls down over his hand, and he smirks at you, licking the salty droplets.

Your boyfriend’s lips are so close to yours. You can’t turn your head away from him, and with your back to the oven, you have nowhere to go. It must be a natural instinct to him to trap you like this, giving you zero options of a way out. By now, you can’t even tell if this was something he did on purpose or if it’s just so ingrained in his psyche that it’s intrinsic to him.

Snuffling like a kid with ugly sobs, you clutch his jacket.

“Please, Keigo, please, believe me! You have to believe I’d never do anything like that to you. I’d never go against you like that! I love you so much, Keigo, please?!”

You feel as though your knees might buckle with how little energy you have left.

His grin widens seeing you beg for him. It’s the music of a seraph choir to his ears with a harp in accompaniment. Fucking beautiful.

“What are we gonna do with you, songbird? Am I gonna have to bend you over my knee? Lock you up for a day or two?” He tilts his head as he teases you.

You don’t realize he’s mocking you though, so you cry even harder and plead, “No, please, Keigo. I’ll be good!” Your eyes are bloodshot and puffy, and there’s no way you could keep standing if it weren’t for the grip Keigo has on your jaw.

The pro hero tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, taking his time to answer you, letting the tension weigh in the air for his amusement and your torture.

“I know what I’ll do. I’m going to come inside of you and on you until we get rid of the smell of other men. We won’t stop until you’re so covered in my scent that no one will dare touch you.”

It’s not the worst option, but your lip still wobbles at the thought. Obediently, you nod your head. You don’t fight Keigo as he puts you over his shoulder and carries you to the bedroom, clutching his jacket for balance.

You have to remind yourself that he does this because he loves you, because it’s what’s best for you, so you sigh as he strips your body down to bare skin before doing the same to his own. His hero costume lays on the floor next to a pile of your own clothes, and he crawls on top of you, pinning your arms down. Keigo kisses, nips, and sucks on your neck, leaving all types of marks as he slots his hard length between the plush of your thighs and presses himself inside of you.

He manipulates your knees, pushing them up to your chest. It’s a comfortable position for him that you’ve come to find out.

You remember in the beginning how you used to fight him so much, how he used to have to hold you down or even force you on your stomach to make things easier. All of that changed when he delivered the very first severe punishment which you later found out lasted two months. You remember how he locked you up, gave you little food and water to survive off of, took away every single comfort he afforded you since you moved in, and paid very little attention to you.

Now, Keigo is the light of your life, and when you make him mad, you need to be punished. Being disciplined makes you feel better, and that’s all he’s doing. He’s in the process of forgiving you. His forgiveness is all you want.

So as he pushes deeper and deeper inside of you, you whisper and moan how sorry you are, how you’ll be better, do better. You try to reassure him with every desperate thrust inside of you that your body is his body, and he can do with it as he pleases.

You just want him to be happy with you.

Pearlescent rain drizzles from your glossy orbs, soaking your red cheeks. You bite your lip, hoping and praying that you’re pleasing Keigo. He doesn’t stop short of groping your tits, ass, and thighs. He marks you up with bruises, navy and indigo. He smacks your panting breasts, painting them the brightest red found within a sunset.

But you deserve it. If this is what it takes to regain his favor, you’ll put yourself through it all.

Keigo fulfills his promise of coating your insides, as well as your body, with come. He makes sure you’re dripping with the slick ropes of his seed. He sniffs you, just to test it out. His lips curl into a dark grin, golden eyes taking on a brownish hue as he tilts his head until you see nothing but shadows surrounding his eyes.

“Good, can’t smell any other fucker on you now.”

Coated in sweat and multiple orgasms, Keigo settles down behind you on the bed and pulls you into his chest.

Your pussy throbs from when he milked your sweet cunt down to the very last drop. Your walls are sore, they feel like they have been thrashed with how much they burn. You’ve been rubbed raw, both edged and overstimulated by the hero right behind you. You can’t help but shudder from his hands as he moves you closer to him. You want to cry out, but you shove that want down deep. You don’t dare vocalize the pain you’re in.

“You’re not mad at me, right?” You ask tentatively, too weary to look over your shoulder to gauge Keigo’s emotions.

He nuzzles your ear with his nose and moans a soft sigh. “You’re good now. Love you.” He places a lingering kiss on the crown of your head.

“I love you too, Keigo.”

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chapel-of-rizztual · 9 months

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Heyyyy (with the full intent of giving you a smut prompt)

Can i get a #59 with Phantom offering to help Mountain with an unexpected rut bc everyone else is conveniently otherwise busy somehow?

you read my mind I had an idea so similar to this in my head for so long.

The first thing Mountain noticed when he woke up was how hot it was. The second thing was how hard he was. Uncomfortably so, a knot already formed at the base, ready to be fucked into someone and the sensitive sticky head brushed against the thin fabric of his bed sheets making his hiss and roll his head back against the pillow.

He knew he was in rut, knew he was last night but he ignored it, hoping he was wrong and symptoms would magically disappear. He was wrong though, he knew that now as the need to take, claim and breed already flowed through his veins. It was early, almost a month early but he suspects Auroras first heat last week might have something to do with it.

He squeezes at the base of his cock, around his half formed knot with a groan before kicking the cover off him. The cold air hits his body immediately making his nipples stiffen and pebble. He almost conclaves in on himself at how sensitive they are already. He lets out a growl, almost in annoyance, not bothering to pit any close on and makes his way out his room and towards the hallway to the ghouls den.

He stalks down the hallway, looking for someone, anyone, to help him through this unexpected rut, Swiss, Cumulus, hell, even Dew. He lets out another growl at the thought of Dew innocently stumbling down the hallway and finding him and Mountain forcing the little ghoul onto his hands and knees, forcing his ass high into the air and fucking him right then and there in the hallway for anyone to see.

His cock throbs at the thought, a bead of pre forming as the slit and he squeezes around the base again making himself groan. Unable to find anyone he makes his way to the kitchen, hoping, praying, to any god there is that someone will be there. His ears prick up hearing noise coming from the kitchen, how his heart rate increasing at the suspense, he’s praying for anyone, all the ghouls flying through his head, but when he reaches the kitchen he stops dead in his tracks.

Somehow, he’d forgotten one. Phantom. Poor, unsuspecting, innocent, little Phantom. He was stood at the kitchen counter attempting to make coffee when Mountain walked and, and almost walked right angle out again. He would have if Phantom hadn’t noticed him and giggled. “You look like shit.” Mountain suppresses a growl, his fists balling up at his sides. He can’t do this, not to Phantom. He’s too young, too new and inexperienced to be able to handle him in rut.

“I-have you seen any of the others?” His voice is slow and thick. Phantom doesn’t look up from whatever he’s concentrating on. “Who?”

Mountain grits his teeth and takes a deep breath. “Anyone, doesn’t matter who.” Phantom shrugs and shakes his head.“Haven’t seen anyone all morning, the dens been empty since I woke up.” His eyes flick up to Mountain. “I didn’t even know you were here until just now.”

Mountain could cry. He actually might. “Do-do you know where they are?” His voice crack on several words. Phantom shrugs again. “No, sorry.” He holds his mug up for Mountain to see. “You want some coffee?”

Mountain screws his eyes shut as he feels tears welling as his cock kick pathetically between his legs as another wave of rut washes him. He shakes his head. “No, no thank you. I need to find someone.” He turns to leave the kitchen but is stopped by Phantom piping up again. “I’m someone.” Mountain whimpers and let’s out a sob. “You are the wrong someone.”

Phantom, unphased by Mountain, walks around the counter so he’s standing directly in front of him. “I can help you, you know.” Mountain looks down at the little ghoul, stunned. Phantom just rolls his eyes at him. “Don’t look so shocked, you’re in rut right? It’s so obvious you smell like a pine forest, you’re flushed red and your cock is ridiculously hard. Kudos by the way, that thing is seriously impressive.”

Mountain goes to cover his cock with hands but Phantom stops him by taking his hands in his. “Let me help you, please.” Mountain shakes his head, feeling the tears that head previously welled in eyes drop down onto his cheeks. “I can’t, I’ll hurt you, it’ll be too much you to handle.”

Phantom rolls his eyes again, thumbing away the tears on Mountain's cheek. “I think I can decide what I can and can’t handle.” The determined look on Phantom’s face was honestly a little reassuring to Mountain. “You have to be sure. Are you sure? Once I start I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

Phantom smirks at him. “I’m more then sure.” He grabs Mountain’s hip, pulling him into his so that his cock his pushed into his belly. “Now come on, big boy. Hurt me, use me to make yourself feel good, I know you want too.”

Something in Mountain snaps then and he grabs at Phantoms hair, pulling his head back harshly to expose his neck. His fangs brushing along Phantoms scent gland as a threat.

“You have approximately thirty second to get up to my room beofre I bend you ober this counter and fuck you right here in the kitchen.” He noses long his neck, inhaling deeply. Phantom whimpers and smirks at him. “That a promise?”

#thank you for the ask!#the band ghost #ficlet #ask game #ask me stuff #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #mountain ghoul #phantom ghoul #my writing

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iamthecomet · 7 months

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Kinktober - Day 26- Watersports

IT'S PISS DAY, MY FRIENDS.

1.7k (ish) words of Dewfrit piss kink. Water!Dew. Some sex magic. Ifrit being so overwhelmed he's basically useless. Dew being a fucking freak (affectionate). Merry Pissmas!

It hurts.

That’s all Ifrit can think about. The pain. An insistent throb low in his gut. Good in a way he’s not wholly prepared for. Not unlike when he’s been hard for too long. A rolling ache. It’s all consuming though, obsessive. He feels so full, bursting.

Dew bracing his hands on Ifrit’s stomach don’t help. Neither does the way Dew bounces on his cock. Slick spilling down over him, drying in the short curls at the base of his dick. Dew moans a little louder than necessary–a show. And Ifrit feels like he’s going to combust.

He can’t take anymore. He can’t wait any longer. He digs his fangs into his cheek.

“Dew–Droplet–you gotta stop. I’m sorry. Just for a second I have to–”

“You won’t.” Dew doesn’t stop, doesn’t pause. He clenches hard on a down stroke and Ifrit swears the corners of his vision go black. Dew says it with such confidence. Nonchalance.

Ifrit shudders. He grips Dew’s hips a little harder like he’s trying to get his attention. “Dew you don’t get it. I’m gonna piss myself. You have to–”

“No you aren’t.” Dew insists. “I won’t let you. Not until I’m ready.”

Ifrit chokes. Shudders. Goosebumps breaking out over his skin. He flexes his fingers on Dew’s hips. Dew sounds so confident but Ifrit doesn’t think his body got the memo. He thinks every roll of Dew’s hips is going to be the last. Every time his ass drops down onto Ifrit’s pelvis. Every flex of Dew’s fingers on the taut skin of his belly.

Dew doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow and Ifrit doesn’t push him off–he could. But fuck he doesn’t want to. It feels too good. The cool clutch of his body on Ifrit’s always warm skin. The way his back arches as he fucks down onto Ifrit, takes what he needs. Grinds Ifrit’s cock over his prostate.

Dew pulls one hand away from Ifrit’s belly to tug at himself. Short quick strokes that send pre-cum splattering onto Ifrit’s stomach. Ifrit can’t untangle the sensations now. The urgent aching need in his gut to piss and cum are entanged. Warring with each other.

He can feel the trickle of Dew’s magic holding both at bay. A damn against an onslaught of pressure that makes Ifrit feel like he’s going insane.

“Fucking water ghouls,” he muses to himself, gritting his teeth as Dew picks up the pace. Fucking himself with Ifrit’s cock urgently. Ifrit plants his feet and tries to help things along, but that makes everything worse.

“What about water ghouls?” Dew pants. Icey eyes blown wide. Ifrit can’t resist touching more of him. Sliding his hand up Dew’s cool skin to stroke at the feathery gills over his ribs. To tug at the rings threaded through his dusky nipples.

“Freaks,” Ifrit says, affectionate. Rolling his hips up as best he can to meet Dew. It’s agony. Blissful, perfect agony.

His body is screaming, lit up white hot with pleasure pain. He’s torn, always, between begging Dew to just give him relief. Or pushing onward. Dew could keep him here forever. Right on the edge. Seconds away from cumming. Seconds away from pissing himself. Never getting relief.

Dew blushes. Deep indigo color spreading over his pale cheeks. “If you’re complaining about it I could just–”

Dew lets go of his magic for half a second. Just long enough for Ifrit to realize how wildly out of control he is. In that span of time, the clench of Dew’s body drags him inexorably toward an orgasm that promises to ruin him. Dew grinds his hand down and Ifrit is sure–positive–that he’s going to lose control.

“Dew. Fuck. Wait I–oh shit–oh no.”

He starts to shove Dew away, off. And then the magic is firmly in place again. A wall Ifrit can feel himself bump up against but not break through. His body screams at him.

“Let me cum at least, Dew. Fuck, please.”

“Not done,” Dew admonishes. Ifrit drops back into the pillows with a groan. He closes his eyes. Can’t look anymore. Can’t do anything except feel. It burns. Aches. Every flutter of Dew’s body is a reward and punishment. He wants to help–to contribute, he’s useless. Every move he makes feels like it will be the last one.

Tears prick at the corners of his eyes as overwhelm sets in. His cheeks burn. He pulls one hand away from Dew’s body to sling his arm over his face. He’s dimly aware that he’s making noises, like hearing them from across the room. Small gut punched sounds. Whimpers. High and broken as Dew grinds down on him. Uses him.

Ifrit wants to touch. To tease. Wants Dew to be fucking into his fist instead of his own.

“Tell me what it feels like,” Dew asks, voice hoarse. Breathless. “Hurts.”

“More.”

“So fucking full. Like I can’t take anymore but I do anyway.”

Ifrit moves his arm just in time to see Dew grin.

“You like it.”

Not a question. “Yes,” Ifrit hisses, hips jerking up toward Dew’s body, fucking into him as best as he can manage.

“Like it so much you’re crying about it.” Dew swipes a finger through the tears leaking from Ifrit’s eyes. Ifrit chokes on a sob, tries to hide it–can’t. There’s no use in it. He’s nodding again without even telling himself to.

“Please, Dewy. pleasepleaseplease.”

Dew’s pace picks up and Ifrit starts to babble. Tells Dew everything he thinks the little water ghoul wants to hear. How gorgeous he is. How good he feels. How fucked up Ifrit is for it. He begs–for what he isn’t even sure. For Dew to cum. For Dew to just let him go–let it go.

He talks until his throat hurts. Babbling incoherently as Dew fucks himself stupid on Ifrit’s cock. Clenching and fluttering as he strokes at himself with increasing speed. Splattering copious amounts of pre all over Ifrit’s stomach to dry in his happy trail.

“Gonna–fuck–gonna cum.” Dew pants. He makes a wounded noise when he cums. Doubling over and shooting thick spurts over Ifrit’s stomach. Clenching so hard around Ifrit’s cock Ifrit thinks he might black out. Dew sags. Doesn’t move for a mintue as he catches his breath. It feels like an eternity. Ifrit can feel hismelf coming apart at the seams.

“Dew–”

“Yeah, shit, sorry.” Dew pulls off with a hiss. Revealing Ifrit’s cock, wet, sticky, and flushed nearly violet in color. Dew settles between Ifrit’s thighs. He curls his fingers around the base of Ifrit’s cock and squeezes. Ifrit jolts. He wants to swallow the noise he makes–but he can’t. Low and pained.

Dew gives him a few strokes. Soft, gentle. Thumbing delicately over the head as he looks up at Ifrit, blue eyes wide and still so devious despite having just cum. Dew’s magic is subtle in that Ifrit can’t really feel it when it’s there–but as soon as he lets go Ifrit knows it. The absence of Dew’s control is obvious. Ifrit scrambles for it when Dew lets go. All of his muscles tightening. Clenching down on nothing to try to keep it all in.

Each of Dew’s strokes is maddening. He doesn’t really know what’s going to happen first–but he has his guess. If he doesn’t ge tup and go to the bathroom right now he’s not going to make it. He moves to sit up but one look from Dew stops him. He pauses, holding Dew’s gaze like they can read each others minds.

Dew takes the hand not wrapped around Ifrit’s cock and presses down on his stomach again, on the swollen bulge between his hip bones. Ifrit bows in on hismelf. He gasps. A small dribble of piss wells at the tip of his dick before he manages to stop it. Dew gasps, rolls his fingers through it. “More,” Dew demands.

“Dew–”

“Please. Give me more. Let me see.” Ifrit feels more tears well in his eyes, heat floods his cheeks. God he wants to–wants nothing more than to give Dew anything he wants. But he knows if he lets go now it’ll be more than a dribble. It’ll be a flood. He shudders.

“Dew I–”

“C’mon. Do it and I’ll let you cum.”

“Dew–I–the sheets. I’ll make a mess.”

“I don’t give a shit about the sheets. I want you to make a mess. I want it. Give me all of it, ‘Frit. Please.”

Ifrit sobs when he finally lets go. That little dribble turning into a full stream. Spilling from his cock to run down onto his belly, his thighs, the sheets beneath him. Dew strokes him through it. One hand on his cock and one on his thigh. Fingers dragging through the mess as it keeps coming. Mouth open, jaw slack. Watching with rapt attention as Ifrit empties himself for all he’s worth.

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” Dew groans. Ifrit can see his cock twitching back to life between his legs. Kicking as Ifrit’s piss soaks into the sheets under Dew’s knees.

Ifrit moans with it. The relief of it. The rush of warmth and wet. The tension bleeding from his muscles as he finally empties himself. He gets two blissful seconds of peace before Dew is stroking harder, faster. Fingers frictionless against his wet cock. The wet sound of it makes Ifrit’s stomach hurt.

“Oh fuck, Dew. I’m gonna–you’re gonna make me–” Ifrit sobs, back bowing off the bed as he cums, finally. The edges of his vision darkening, eyes rolling back in his head, as he paints Dew’s hand and his own stomach.

Ifrit doesn’t move for a minute. Lying in his own mess. Covered in piss and cum. He closes his eyes tight while his heart hammers out of his chest. When he finally cracks them open it’s to the sight of Dew licking his fingers clean. Sucking cum and piss-coated fingers into his mouth. Tongue flicking out to catch the cum on his knuckles. Ifrit groans, spent dick twitching hopelessly against his thigh. He grins up at Dew all the same, ready, always for whatever comes next. “Told you water ghouls were freaks.”

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Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where it's Ethan and Reader rehearsing for Heathers and their doing the song "Dead Girl Walking". Please and Thank you🫶

🎧ྀི DEAD GIRL WALKING ethan landry

warnings: dry humping, making out, no smut just plot. lmk if i missed anything 1092 words

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IT WAS THE NIGHT BEFORE the opening night for "heathers" a musical you were participating it. ever since you got the role of veronica you've been thrilled, having the lead role was a pretty big deal to you but for ethan who got the role of jd?? he was not only thrilled but euphoric, he was acting out with the girl of his dreams. everyone had already left and it was late but you were re reading anxiously your script rehearsing every line in the rehearsing room. "The demon queen of high school has decreed it She says Monday, 8 a.m., I will be deleted" you sang quietly looking at your script "hey" ethan said scaring you "hey, you scared me, what are you doing here?" stalking you of course, pathetic. "i was gonna rehearse but ill give you some space" he sighed walking out

"stay with me please?" you grabbed his wrist and pouted. you two decided to rehearse your scenes together and after "freeze your brain" you two decided to get some water "okay, what's the next one?" he said "it looks like its dead girl walking" you said looking at the script, ethan's eyes widened. it was weird but you two never actually rehearsed that song together, the teacher would always do your parts separetely so that you could "focus on your movements". "lets start from the part were veronica goes into jason's room" he layed down on the floor preparing for what was about to happen "got no time to knock im a dead girl walking" you sang quietly "wha-veronica what are you doing in my room?" he said standing up, a smirk planted on his face

"shhhh" you gave the smirk back "sorry but i really had to wake you, see i decided i must ride you till i break you" You gazed at him with wide, innocent doe eyes "cause heather says i gots to go, your my last meal on death row" he raised his eyebrows "shut your mouth and loose them tighty-whities" you approached him very closely "come on" you opened your blouse "tonight im yours im your dead girl walking" he put his hands around your waist "get on all fours" you sang as you commanded him to lower down, he landed on his knees "kiss this dead girl walking" now you looked directly into his soul "lets go you know the drill" his hands travelled up your skirt resulting in a chuckle from you "im hot and pissed and on the pill" you rolled your eyes "bow down to the will of a dead girl walking" your doe eyes hipnotyzed him "and you know you know you know, its cause your beautiful" you got on your kness facing him, he was so tall that he was still towering over you "you say your numb inside, but i cant agree so the world's unfair, keep it locked out there, in here its beautiful" you took off your blouse completely "lets make this beautiful" you whispered closely now feeling his breath on your skin "that works for me" he said with a smirk. he grabbed your face and kissed you heatedly "your not acting anymore, are you?" you said in between breaths and kisses "i never did" he said pulling you to straddle his lap, you took off his shirt, and gasped at his naked abs, you kissed him more and more trough his body

"full steam ahead, take this dead girl walking" you sang in between kisses "how'd you find my address?" ethan said "lets break the bed, rock this dead girl walking" you said, smiling "i think you tore my mattress" ethan said, kissing you once more "no sleep tonight for you, better chug that mountain dew" you sang as you rolled your eyes "okay, okay" you two breathed heavely.

"get your ass in gear, make this whole town disapear" you nodded "slap me" he slapped your ass "pull my hair" your chuckled at his unexpected and unscripted action,

"touch me there andthere and there" he got a hold of your breasts and opened your shirt revealing your bra "and no more talking" you put your finger on his lips "love this dead girl walking" you started to hump on top of him, he moaned at the sight and started to kiss you more and more, you sped up your movements.

a/n- i watched heathers for the first time for this 😭😭

- @jchampionsgf on tumblr

#ethan landry #ethan landry smut #horror #scream #scream iv #wes craven #loren campbell

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darkchocoboo · 1 year

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make me yours | aether ghoul

summary: You’re something like a headmaster in the abbey and dating Aether.

cw: SMUT, p in v sex, oral (f! receiving), fingering, praising, dirty talk, pet names ( baby, babygirl), cock-warming, poorly translated Latin, unprotected sex

MINORS STAY AWAY!

You were standing behind the pulpit where Copia lectured the new-comers. It was boring, the weather was hot and your feet was aching because your new heels. You just wanted to get the fuck out of there and hide in your room. While Copia was reading and explaining some of the rules to follow in the abbey your eyes got caught one of the ghouls. Your ghoul. The way his black button-up's arms wrapped around his biceps, his calves in his skinny jeans made your mouth water.

"And what if we dont follow the rules? You gonna kill us?" said a new-comer with a grin in their face.

"Maybe Sister Pluvia wants to explain. Hm?" Copia turned to you with boredom on his face, rolling his mismatched eyes.

"Thank you Papa." You walked in to pulpit. Gave a little "I'm gonna fuck up your lives" smile and sighed.

"If you don't follow the rules around here, no no, nobody is gonna get killed. In that situation I'll be giving you chores, after doing the chores you gonna wish you were dead. My friendly advice to you, and I say it with my whole heart, follow the rules."

"Sure honey." New sibling of sin relaxed on their seat like you were joking. That pissed you off. Your knuckles that where holding the pulpit turned white. Your tongue rolled over your red painted lips.

"Dewdrop, take them. They're your personal assistant now." Dew's tail wiggled a little with excitment.

"You can go to your dens now. Welcome and enjoy."

You left the chapel while ghouls and Copia followed you. You walked into your office- chamber with fast steps, kicked your heels off and sat on your leather couch. Sun was coming down, leaving little traces on your walls, covered with book shelfs between drapes. Shining on the glass pieces it hit. Your hands reached over to cristal whiskey bottle sitting on your coffe table. Pouring yourself one while thinking about the day with the new-comers. You cursed Sister Imperator for putting you to this position. It was basicly baby-sitting. You hated telling everyone what to do and what not. But you tried to do your best to keep everyone in line. Even Papa Emeritus IV and his ghouls.

Sometimes it was more hard handling them than newbies. Keeping an eye on Dew so he doesn’t set anything on fire. And Mountain so he doesn’t eats anything un-edible. Telling Rain to take his lazy ass to the practice room for practicing rituals. Keeping Swiss away from new sibling so he doesn’t charm them into his bed. Keeping Aether on ground, not jumping on abbey’s old floors. And getting Copia to do his job as The Papa. It was all on your shoulders with other abbey- Siblings of Sin jobs.

Exhaustion washed over your body. Your head falled back while you sipped the whiskey. Then there was a knock on your door. You exactly know who it was.

"Come in." His big body entered the room with hesitation. Checked the room for another one. When he realized you were alone he relaxed. Took his mask off.

"Hi baby." you murmured while offering him some whiskey. He grabbed the glass, leaning over you and giving you a soft kiss.

"You were a little harsh on that new-comer, don't you think?" You bit your lips with frustration.

"No, Aether. I wasn't. If I let it slide this time they will never respect me or take me serious. Ever. I can't let that happen. It's my job to keep them in line. Keep you in line."

He burried his face to your neck, breathing slowly there to calm you. He wrapped his tail around your arm.

"Sorry. I know it's hard on you too but really? Dew?"

You let out a chuckle. Pulling you to his lap, your side restes on his chest as you sit sideways.

"Maybe it was harsh. It could've been Swiss. Less chaotic."

“He would fuck them.”

He placed a little kiss on your neck. Your hands running over his back wanting more from him. He peppered more kisses down to your cleavage. He changes positions. Now your clothed back vas on couch. Pulling you under him. His smell was filling your nose while he was hovering over you. His hands on your side, you between his legs. You raised your body in need for his lips. Capturing his lips with yours, your tongue running over his lips waiting for an opening to his mouth. His hand resting on your waist run over to your ass squeezing tightly. A moan escaped your lips.

“That dress, that skin tight dress was teasing me all day. How good your ass looks in that while you’re running your little errands in the abbey. The look you give every time you catch me staring at your ass. While giving the welcome talk, you were something else. I like the bossy side of you. Not gonna lie, but I like more how you become a submissive little bitch under me.” His lips touching yours with every word he says.

“A-aet” your moan was short with his lips on yours. Your arms snaking over his big torso to pull him closer to you. His hands grabbed the zipper of the dress and undressed you in seconds, now giving your breast harsh kisses knowing it will bruise.

Aether was a lot different when he was horny. It was like he was somebody else. None of that soft teddy bear side of him was showing. His eyes turns to a deeper tone of purple. Skin turning almost blue like a corpse but hot like fire of the holy Hells was burning inside of his body. Fangs more sharp and he was not ashamed to use them. Claws scratching your body carelessly. You were used to waking up in bruises and scratches on your body. Whole abbey was used to it. His lips peppering kisses on your boobs, down to your navel, leaving wet traces behind.

He wanted to kiss every inch of your body. To mark you on every visible place so everyone knew you belong to him. Never letting anyone to touch you again. He was possessive over you in moments like this.

His lips was now close to your core, giving your inner thighs sloppy open mouthed kisses. Your red painted nails grabbing his locks and pushing him to your core.

“No. Not yet Amor. It’ my time to tease.” His eyes glowing purple and burning your skin. He left a trail of sloppy kisses to your lower belly. Never breaking the eye contact. His breath hit your core over the red mesh thong. It made you more wet.

“Aether, baby please.” You could only mumble under your breath. He got up, leaving you behind like the wet mess you’re.

“No, Y/N. That ain’t the nickname I wanna hear. Try again.” He left you on the couch, got up. He poured himself another glass of whiskey, unbuttoned his black button-ups, throw the fabric to the other side of the room. His hands was hanging from his belt buckle, daring words making you ache under his purple gaze.

You liked how his belly piercing was shining under the light that was escaping from the small slit between the drapes.

“Daddy, please, fuck me.” Your hands trailed his jeans. Slowly walking to his bulge under fabrics.

“If you want, baby. Daddy is gonna give you what you want.” He sat between your legs, his face close to your clothed core. His nose brushing against your core makes you whimper under his touch. He pulled your thong to side as his other hand grabbed your thigh.

“I love your pussy.” Hot breath tickling your folds. “Always s’wet for me, yeah?” He parted your folds with his knuckles. Flat tongue licked your arrousal from your core. Your back arched with his move.

“Taste so sweet baby, always so good. Like you’re my drug. I'm never letting anyone taste you, yeah?"

"No, daddy. No one except you."

His lips covered your clit that was already wet from your arrousal. Pulling your sensitive nub with his lips. His two fingers teased your entrance while he was ruining you with his mouth.

"P-please."

His middle finger finds his way in to your wet cunt. Your walls clenching around him in need to feel full. Leaviny our insides and pushing back in immediately, reaching your deepest spots. Your taste made him moan to your core. Sending vibrations to your whole body. He added the second finger in, streching you sweetly. He curled his fingers inside. Touching your sweet spot. Your hands found his horns and push him between your legs as your thighs closed around his head.

"A-aether, please." He ripped himself from your heat, forcing himself to keep away his lips from your taste. Fingers still inside you as you tried to form a sentence, squirming with the feeling.

"What, baby? Use your words."

"Aeth, I need you. I need you inside me. I need your cock. Please."

"Attagirl."

He unbuckeled his belt in a heartbeat. Ripped his jeans away from his body along with his boxers. You adored his body. You loved his body. His muscles peaks under his squishy soft body. His thick thighs that made you wanted to settle between and spend rest of you mortal life. His calves, his muscular calves, his arms tensed under the feeling, board shoulders, his long stence. You just wanted to live under his skin, as close to him as possible.

“You’re gorgeous.” You said under your breath, blush covering your face as the words escaped your lips.

“Look at you, blushing under me like I just didn’t eat you out.” He placed a kiss on your lips. You could taste yourself on them. Hands cupped his cheeks as he found his place between your legs. His painfully hard cock teasing your clit as he kept his lips on yours. His precum mixing with your juices between your legs. You grind yourself agains him to feel him more. His hand grabbed the base of his cock teasing you as he spread mixed liquids to his shaft.

“You don’t even need anything, do you? You just want me to slid right in you filthy whore. You just can’t resist me.” You could just nod, couldn’t reach your words. Already cock-dumb from his acts. His tip forced your entrance. You pushed your hips to his as you wanted more of him. He slowly pushed himself in you. No matter how many times you did this, no matter how much he streched you before it always felt like it wasn’t gonna fit. He bottomed inside you as the burning feeling tickled your walls. Stinging pain turned to a hot devouring one as he waited for you to adjust the feeling. He peppered kisses to your neck and shoulder in a calming manner.

“Aether, move, please.” Those were the only words you could find as your brain turned into jelly.

He started to move in and out of you while he mouthed your hardened nipple. Only thing that was coming out of your mouth was loud moans. Sound of the wet skins slapping his grunts as he got faster echoed in your chamber. He was mumbling praises to your ear but you couldn’ put your brain tpgether to understand it. His hand on your waist find your clit and started to rub it. It was too much for you to handle.

Your climax grow inside of you as he fastened his pace. His cock hit deep inside of you.

“I c-can’t, p-please.”

“You can take it, Amor.” Your legs wrapped aroun his torso was shaking around him with the feeling. He nipped at your neck as his sharp nails dig into your arm. Fangs breaking your skin, red liquid painting his lips.

His thrusts got sloppy as your walls squeezed his length.

“Cum on me, Mel. Cum around my cock. Help me burry my seeds deep in you. Let me put a little ghoul in you. You would look so good with my baby inside you. Oh fuck, Satanas. I want you to have my baby.” Your high hit you as his words filled your ear. With his shaky breath and his dirty words You couldn’t maintain yourself. Your walls clenched around him. Legs hugged his torso thighter which made him moan loud. You pulled him into a kiss to silence your loud moan. Your head got dizzy with his tongue in your mouth. His unique smell filled your nose. You grabbed his horns to hold him in place as he shot his ropes inside you. Ropes and ropes of thick cum filled your insides, burried so deep.

“You’re so good for me, Mel. S’good.” His body weight curshed you under him as your hands brushed against his back.

“I love you, you know that right?”

“I know, Aeth. I love you too.” He placed a soft kiss on your neck, light as a feather.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

****

“Babe, we’re out of coffee I’m going to get some from ghoul common room.” You said while putting his oversized hoodie on yourself. He walked out of the bedroom to your office. Only thing on him was a black towel wrapped around his waist loosely. Your insides tingled with the sight.

“You look so beautiful in my clothes, Cara. I can just bend you over this coffee counter and fuck you for hours.” He trapped you between his big body and counter. Lips brushing your ear in a ticklish way. Your breathes got faster as his bare chest pressed into yours more. You could feel his half hard lenght between your legs.

“I would love that, Aeth. But I have to work.” You pressed a hot kiss on his chin. You caressed his arm as you hold his hand on your way to the door.

“I’m gonna get coffee now” you opened the door but didn’t walk out. You steal a small kiss from his lips. “when I get back” you took a step to the hallway. His lips followed you to the hallway. Dragging his naked body out of the room. “you can do whatever you want to do to me daddy.” He opened his eyes lazily. Then he took a step back.

“Fuck.” He slammed the door to your face as you stand there in shock. You turned back to see what scared him. A sister of sin was standing behind you.

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath.

“I’m sorry, Sister Pluvia. I didn’t mean to disturb you. I’m so sorry. I’ll go now.” You squeezed the bridge of your nose. You switched to your Professional voice in a heartbeat.

“You wanted to talk to me Sister, uhm?”

“Mary, it’s Mary.” You chuckled to the name. Ironic.

“Walk with me, Sister Mary. How can I help you?” You felt so ridiculous, walking in your boyfriends clothes that was clearly too big for you. Wearing the rat slippers that Copia got for your birthday. Your hair wet from the long shower you took together, holding an empty coffee mug, with the sister caught you and your boyfriend dirty talking.

“I’m so sorry that I disturbed you in an un-appropriet time. In middle of the night. But I’m worried about my friend. They didn’t come to dinner and they didn’t come to the dens as well.”

“Your fri- oh the one from earlier. I’m sure they're okay, honey. No need to worry. Nothing bad is gonna happen to them. But I’m going to visit Ghouls now. I’m gonna check on them too, if it’s gonna ease your worry.” She released a long breath. Following you to the ghouls’ chambers.

“I would be so happy. Thank you Sister.” You took a left turn to the cold and black hallway. Her steps slowed down when she realized where she was.

“They’re not gonna eat you Sister. But you can wait here if you want.” She gave you a little nod while you knock on the door and enter the common room.

“Hi Sunny.” She raised her head from the book she was reading. Gave you a friendly smile when she realized it was you.

“Hi baby. Everything all right?” You smiled back to her.

“Yeah no worries. I came to borrow some coffee. Aether drank all of it.” You raised the mug you’re holding.

“It’s fresh. I just brewed it.”

“Oh marry me, baby. I love you.” You placed a soft kiss on her forehead before you walked to get your coffee.

“Don’t let Aether hear. But I will.”

Ghouls’ common room was a round room. One side of it was floor lenght windows with black drapes around them. There was a library for ghouls. On one side there was a coffee counter and a snack bar, next to the tv and gaming console, and then the doors opening to ghouls’ rooms. Dewdrop’s door opened when he heard your voice. With the first step he took out, he started laughing his ass off.

“What?” You turned your face to him when he fell on the ground.

"What?" You repeated yourself in worry.

"You, you look ridiculous. What are those?" He said trying to calm himself. "You look like babies who wears their clothes." You scrunched your face as he got up from the floor and sit on Sunshine's lap.

"Haha" you released a fake laugh as he wiped tears from his eyes.

"Or- or like you washed your clothes accidentally too cold." You were genuinely confused this time, Sunny's eyes find yours as she shared the same feelings with you.

"Dew, what?"

"Like when you wash them too hot they shrink, when it's too cold they get big."

His stupidity didn't even made you laugh. You were worried about him. You didn't even knew if he was able to walk across the road without help at this point.

"Yeah, Dewy. That's right. They do." You petted his shoulder while you walked to the door.

"Hey, Dewy, where is that newbie now?"

"They're cleaning my room. And then they're gonna clean and polish my guitar next."

You gave him a little nod as you walked out. Dewdrop made that poor newbie do his chores and Lucifer knows what else. Sister Mary raised her head as you took steps to her side.

"They're okay. Little busy. But okay. Go to your bed now Sister." She thanked you in a small manner as she found the stairs to the dens.

"And Sister Mary" you catched her attention from behind. "This whole night stays between us. Good night."

You slammed the door behind you to catch Aether’s attention.

“Satanas, I wanna go to sleep.” You murmured. Dropping your body to the office chair.

“Mia cara, let’s sleep.” He hugged you from behind. Placing a sloppy kiss on his arm you talked.

“I can’t. I have things to do. Band’s ritual lists, bills, I can’t baby.” He spin you to face him.

“Let me help you relax.” He kissed your lips slowly. As his hand walked through your body.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just sit there prettily and let me do all the work.”

He held you by the waist and raised you to his height. Your legs wrapping around his waist.

“You look s’good with my clothes, my smell wrapping you. You gonna be my death baby. Your pretty little body is gonna kill me.” His hands run inside your sweatpants and squeezed your ass. Kneeding your flesh harshly as his sharpened claws scratched your skin. Small red fluids beaded over the scratch.

The sweats you’re wearing slid through your legs taking your lace panties with them. He lowered his underwear as he sit to the chair. His thick cock hitting your already wet core. Flipping you over so you’re facing your desk filled with folders.

A moan escaped your lips as his precum covered tip brushed over your sensitive nub.

“Aeth,”

“Just focus on your job baby. I got you.” He left small kisses on your exposed neck. His tip sliding between your folds as he started pushing his lenght inside your wet hole.

“Takin’ me so well baby. Like you’re made for me. Just like that." Words left his lips between his lewd moans. Without the proper preparation his thickness burned your hole as he kept pushing himself between your walls. That slight burn in your core made you even wetter for him. His hand found one of your nipple and started toying sensitive skin between his fingers.

"You're surprising calm today, baby." You finally found your words as he was deep inside you, his tip pushing your cervix.

"I go harsh on you 'cause I know you enjoy it as much as I do, but now you need me to be a good boy. So I'll be a good boy. I'm just gonna sit here, burried deep inside you and let you do what you do."

His hand left your nipple alone as he grabbed his phone from your desk. His tail wrapping around your leg, his cock twitching inside you as your walls clench around him occasionally.

Maybe hours passed as you sit on his cock, maybe minutes. You couldn't tell. His thick shaft inside you was driving you crazy. The full feeling, his throbes inside your walls, his tip hitting different spots when he laughs something he saw on his phone. You just couldn't take it anymore. Pen dropped from your hand.

You circled your hips for more friction. Shock got him as you moved up and down on his cock.

"B-baby?"

"I swear to Lucifer, if you don't bend me over to that fucking table and fuck the living shit out of me I'm gonna go crazy. I-I can't take it anymore."

"As you wish Mia cara." He grabbed your waist as he kicked the chair under him and stand up. Slammin your chest to the desk. His strong fingers found its way to your hair, grabbing it harshly. Sending shivers down your body. His chest pressed against your back. Lips touching that thin skin under your ear, he whispered.

"Quidquid domina mea vult a me."

He straightens his back, parts your leg with his foot, gray sweatpants still bundled up on your ankles. His hips slamming against yours when he starts giving what you wanted. Your hair in his hand was sending electric waves down on your body.

"Is this what you wanted, babygirl?" His chest, now back to your back. His lewd groans filling your ears as much as your own loud moans.

"Is your ghoul's dick making you feel that good?" His long finger wrapped around your throat as he kept talking dirty to your ear.

With the pressure on your throat and your hair your eyes started to water. Pleasure washing over your body with the burn in your lungs.

"OH, baby. You get so cock-dumb on my cock every time I fuck you, I forgot how smart my little dove is. You can't even say my name. Look at you."

His hand leaves your throat and finds its way to your clit. Starts rubbing loosely on the sensitive bud. Your mind goes blank as his hand's pace matches his hips. Your climax grows in you with everything he does. A throbe of his cock, a circle that his hands makes feels too much.

"Aether, I can't. T-to much." Your abdomen starts to feel so tight, it hurts. Your walls clenching around his cock as his thrust gets slow but deeper.

"I know you can, babygirl. Cum for this poor ghoul. I need it. I need you to cum on my cock."

His words does it for you. Whole world goes black for a good minute as your orgasm hits you hard. Your mind emptier than before. He doesn't slow down, his thrusts keep going in a search for his own relief. Your legs shake as your whole body feels overwhelmed. Not after three thrusts he shoots thick ropes of white liquid all over your insides. Fills you up with the warmth.

His chest falls over your back once again, he doesn't pull out yet. Breathing heavily and crushing you with his weight.

"Attagirl. I knew you could do it. You always make me feel good after all." He peppered kisses all over your face and neck.

"Let's go to bed."

He grabs your waist and walks to your bedroom with long steps.

"Aether," you say as he puts you on your bed and reaches for a washcloth to clean you up.

"Mark me. Make me yours."

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ghoul-slime · 6 months

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177. “stop being gentle” Mountain and Dew pretty please?

-🌺

Hello anon, I hope you are still out there somewhere! Sorry this took me so long!

Mountain/water!Dew rough sex with big emphasis on size difference. Very light breathplay, very brief mention of blood and a little bit of autofellatio (as a treat). Pretty little water ghoul wants to get tossed around a little bit.

It’s not that Dew hates the way he looks. Quite the opposite in fact, he likes his looks and he knows well that the other ghouls like the way he looks too. But Dew knows what he looks like. Small, with a slight frame, long, silky blond hair, and long, elegant limbs. He’s petite even by water ghoul standards and by far the smallest of the newly summoned ghouls. But he’s only been topside for a few weeks and it’s already starting to grate on his fucking nerves.

He doesn’t hate that he’s small either. Really, he likes it that way. What bothers him is the way the others treat him when they fuck.

Aether treats him like a princess, all soft kisses and reverent touches. Ifrit too, with his broad, muscular body and thick fingers. He fucks him like he’s made of glass. Always insisting Dew ride him, that he’s too big, could crush him if he gets on top. Even Zephyr, who he’s only ever been to bed with once so far, laid him down missionary and fucked him with a gentle, even pace.

But Dew loves all the attention, so up until now he’s held his tongue. Let the other ghouls take him how they please, hoping that they’d open up a little, stop holding back and really give it to him like he wants. The way he’d be taking it if he was still down in the pit.

So when he finds himself grinding down in the lap of the new earth ghoul, Dew decides it’s time to speak up.

Mountain has his hands wrapped around Dew’s bare middle as they kiss in his bedroom. Dew feels his hands, huge and strong, the way they almost wrap completely around him all the way. How Dew longs for him to close the distance and squeeze.

Instead, Mountain smooths his hand, feather light and teasing, up Dew’s spine. Cups his jaw and kisses him sweetly until Dew finds himself squirming in frustration.

He huffs out a breath, sets his hands on Mountain’s shoulders and pushes himself back.

“Stop being gentle,” he grumbles, staring into Mountain’s eyes with the most intense gaze he can muster despite the blush he feels spreading across his face.

Mountain goes silent, tilts his head and looks up at him with a confused face.

“I’m not gonna break,” Dew complains. “If you’re gonna fuck me I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”

Mountain opens his mouth to speak, but Dew cuts him off before he can protest. Before he can hit him with the “I just don’t want to hurt you” speech he knows he’s about to hear.

“I’m not some dainty, delicate thing. As a matter of fact,” Dew resumes his grinding down into Mountain’s lap. Feeling the hard length of him fattening up beneath his ass.

He leans in to whisper into Mountain’s ear. “I can do things those big, hulking ghouls can only dream of doing.”

Dew kisses him deep, wet and open-mouthed, nipping at his lips with pointed fangs as he digs his hips into Mountain’s lap, getting him fully hard and panting before he’s pulling away.

“Think you can do that for me, big guy?” Dew teases.

Mountain responds by digging his fingers into Dew’s ribs, squeezing his big hands together, and leaning in to mouth at Dew’s neck. He sucks a bruise into his pulse point, sinks his fangs into the soft flesh of his shoulder. Dew hisses when teeth break skin, feeling his own cock twitch in his pants in response as Mountain laps at him with a pleased little hum. He dives in to kiss Dew, letting him taste the hint of blood on his lips before he’s smiling against him.

“Gonna give you just what you need, little water ghoul,” Mountain promises. And then he’s tipping Dew back onto the sheets. Reaching down to yank Dew’s jeans and briefs off with in one swoop, getting Dew spread out naked and hard, chest heaving as Mountain shucks his own clothes, arranges himself against the headboard and motions for Dew to flip himself over.

“Why don’t you start by showing me that wet little hole?” Mountain asks and Dew’s face goes hot, the earth ghoul’s words traveling straight to his cock as it twitches out a spurt of precum in response. Dew feels it dribble down his shaft as he gets himself on his hands and knees for Mountain. Presses his face into the sheets and reaches back to spread himself open with both hands and runs one finger through the wet slick of his ass, dripping ever since Mountain sank his fangs into him. He sinks the tip of his index finger inside, pulling it back out shiny and slick.

Mountain groans at the sight, curling one hand around his dick as Dew clenches his hole around nothing, all pink and slick, and starting to drip with telltale water ghoul arousal.

Dew feels the mattress dip as Mountain moves, and then he’s being hoisted into the air, legs kicking out in front of him as Mountain wraps his huge hands around his waist, pulling him back until he feels that big, fat cock of his pressing against his ass.

Mountain leans in, growls into his ear, “Gonna fill you up with my cock, little ghoul. Gonna stick it inside you and not stop until you feel it,” he pauses, taps two fingers against the skin beneath Dew’s belly button twice, “right here.”

It’s all the warning Dew gets before Mountain is pushing inside him, the blunt, flared head of his cock breaching his rim, stretching him open. Dew cries out, feeling like the air has been punched out of his lungs as Mountain pushes inside inch by inch, filling him up until their hips sit flush together.

He gets only a moment to adjust to the impossible stretch of Mountain inside him before he’s gripping Dew’s waist, pulling him up and off his cock and then sinking him back down again. Dew cries out, legs scrabbling and hands reaching back to grip Mountain’s forearms as he fucks him, pulling him up and down his shaft like he weighs nothing.

Like he’s a toy.

Dew groans, feels helpless as Mountain moves his little body as he pleases, fucks him deep, feeling every inch of the earth ghoul’s massive cock filling him up and stretching him out. And then Mountain stops, buried to the hilt inside Dew’s quaking body. He holds him there stuck on his cock, and presses on his belly with one big hand. Whispers into Dew’s ear.

“I can feel it inside you. Right here. Just like I said I would.”

Dew sobs with it, claws at Mountain’s hand to replace it with his own. He presses down, feeling the swell of Mountain inside him, the telltale bulge of it through his stomach. Dew’s cock aches, drips with need. He thinks he can cum like this, with Mountain buried impossibly deep in him, feeling the pressure of him from inside and out.

Instead Mountain lifts Dew up, pulls him off his cock with a wet, slick sound. Dew whines when Mountain presses him down onto his back, keeps pushing at his legs and hips until his skinny body is folded nearly in half, bony knees held all the way down level with his ears.

Mountain grips his thighs and pushes back in again. Dew howls, feeling the air squeezed out of his lungs with the way he’s bent in half, the bruising grip of Mountain’s fingers wrapped around his thighs, the burning stretch of his cock bullying its way back into his puffy, abused little hole.

Dew starts to babble, bordering on incoherent as Mountain’s pace picks up. He distantly realizes he’s drooling as Mountain continues to fuck him with deep, rapid strokes that hit his prostate dead on each time. He’s a wet mess of sweat and drool, slick, and pre. With how good it all feels, Dew’s sure he’ll be adding tears to the mix soon enough.

Mountain presses in, bending Dew even farther, until all the air’s squeezed out of his lungs and his face goes crimson. A tear slips down his cheek as his head lolls to the side and Dew babbles and begs for more.

Mountain grabs his face with one hand, turning his head toward him and pressing his fingers together, prying his jaw open at the hinges as he continues to fuck into him. Presses him in half, until he’s forcing Dew’s flushed, wet cockhead into his own face.

“Stick your tongue out,” Mountain growls. “Stick your tongue out and lick yourself.”

With each thrust from Mountain Dew’s cock bounces closer to his own lips, shiny pink and sticky at the tip. Dew does as he’s asked, opens wide and sticks out his tongue, strains forward as Mountain pushes at his hips until he’s dragging the tip of his tongue across his slit, lapping up a salty, sweet bead of his own precum.

They groan in unison as Dew’s tongues at himself, able to make contact with each push of Mountain’s hips.

“Good boy,” Mountain praises him. “Knew you could do it for me.”

Mountain pulls back and Dew inhales gasping lungfuls of air as the pressure on his ribcage eases off.

“Want you to wrap your lips around it now. Can you do that for me?”

Dew nods furiously and opens his mouth, waiting for more.

Mountain pushes in again, pressing down with steady pressure until Dew can hardly breathe, until his face is flushed and he’s sweating with the exertion, reaching out and straining with his lips until he makes contact once again with the sticky head of his own cock.

Dew squeezes his eyes shut, wet lashes squeezing out another tear to run down his cheek as he wraps his lips around himself, just barely able to suckle himself at the very tip. He chokes in a shallow breath and sucks as best he can. He’s dizzy with it. The stretch of Mountain inside him. How full he feels with the hard length of his cock driving in and out of his body. The sensation of his lips wrapped around his own cock is like nothing he’s ever experienced.

Dew feels his cock kick in his mouth as Mountain continues to bully his prostate, rapid thrusts bouncing his hips and forcing his cock deeper into his own mouth. Dew feels his orgasm crashing toward him from all sides.

Mountain sees it. “Gonna cum in your own mouth?” he asks, exertion in his voice evident as his pace becomes more erratic. “Gonna eat it all up and swallow it down for me?”

Dew hollows his cheeks around himself and nods, squeezes his eyes shut tight. Gives a feeble attempt to gurgle out an affirmative with his mouth full of himself. The sensations are too much, Dew feels so good he’s lightheaded with it. The feel of Mountain filling him up from the inside, the stretch and burn of his muscles as he works to maintain contact. The wet, hot feel of his own mouth around his twitching, aching cock.

Dew pulls off, rears back and cries out as he starts to cum. Mountain reaches forward to grab his cock, takes aim directly at Dew’s wide open mouth. Dew’s eyes roll back into his head and he sticks out his tongue, letting Mountain feed his own release to him. He feels himself spurt, hot and thick, across his tongue, onto his lips. Dew laps it up, swipes his sticky tongue across his lips and swallows down every single drop for Mountain.

Mountain crashes his lips into Dew’s, licking into his mouth to taste it for himself. And then he’s cumming with a groan, painting Dew’s insides with his own release.

Mountain eases Dew back into the sheets, lets him catch his breath. He pulls out, watching Dew wince at the feeling of being empty again. He lays down next to the little ghoul, brushes a few tangled strands of blond hair from his face and leans in for a long, slow kiss.

“Holy shit, you are amazing,” Mountain laughs. He presses another kiss to Dew’s forehead, right between his horns. “Never seen anyone do that before.” He chuckles again.

Dew just raises a shaky arm and offers a feeble thumbs up with his eyes still closed and a proud, toothy little grin plastered across his lips, still shining pink and wet with his own release and Mountain’s kisses.

“Told you so,” Dew croaks out and lets his arm fall to the sheets beside his head. Mountain threads his fingers into Dew’s hair and scratches at his scalp. Dew purrs with it. He’s spent and happy, sore in all the best ways and perfectly sated.

“Nap time?” Mountain offers, hopeful. “We can get cleaned up later.”

Dew just nods, lets Mountain crowd in and wrap an arm around his waist. Feels him nuzzle soft and sweet into his sweaty hair.

Dew scoots closer and purrs louder, and thinks maybe he doesn’t mind getting treated like a princess if it means he gets to have this too.

#mountain/dew #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mountain/dewdrop #ghost band fanfic #ghost fanfiction #mountain x dew #mountain x dewdrop #ghoul-slime fic #ghoul-slime ask

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multi-fandom-of-madness · 6 months

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Phantom hiding in the closet watching (at least) two of the other ghouls ✨getting it on✨aaand he accidentally comes loudly and before the other ghouls do, at which point they discover him and make him pay for his sins (making him come again and again until he is literally begging them not to make him come again)😈

Please🙂

Excuses, Excuses

Pairings: Phantom X Dewdrop X Mountain Type: Smut Summary: Phantom didn’t mean to watch, but of course he can’t get away with it. Warnings: Voyeur!Phantom, getting caught, anal sex Word Count: 1,163 Notes: Read here on ao3. Read part 2 here!

He didn’t mean to be here. He was just rifling through Mountain’s closet, hoping to find a nice and cozy sweater for his evening walk with Swiss.

It isn’t his fault that Mountain’s sweaters are the coziest, and that another ghoul’s scent on him will drive Swiss wild. And it isn’t fault that he shut the closet door when he heard the handle start to twist open. And it isn’t his fault that he started clubbing up in his jeans when he could hear Dewdrop’s pretty moans. And you can’t blame him for the hand wandering to undo his pants. The pressure was just too much.

He heard the rustling of fabric, and an “oof” when Dewdrop was presumably thrown on the bed.

“Oh fuck,” Dew moaned, and Phantom was sure that Mountain was starting his prep.

Phantom had to shove one fist in his mouth as the other wrapped around his cock. Everyone knew he was one of the noisier ghouls in bed.

He heard Mountain gasp, and he just had to crack the door. From his spot, he could see Dewdrop’s ass as he sunk down onto Mountain’s cock, and Phantom could not stop the moan that spilled from his lips.

He watched as a grin appeared on Mountain’s face, and he thought that maybe it was in response to Dewdrop’s face. He thought he’d gotten away with it. Until Mountain made direct eye contact with him.

Dewdrop turned around. “Seems like we have a watcher,” he grins a smile full of fang.

Phantom is mortified as he tucks himself back into his pants. He walks out of the closet, head hung in embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry, I was just getting a sw-“

“Excuses, excuses,” Dewdrop dismisses, completely nonchalant as if he isn’t impaled on Mountain’s cock. Phantom doesn’t make an effort to look at either of the ghouls. He stands awkwardly, waiting to see if his body will catch up with his brain’s decision to flee. But he’s still hard, and the way Dewdrop slowly grinds against Mountain and the way he sounds is really appealing. “Well?”

Phantom’s head pops up. “…well?”

“Either get your dick out or leave.”

“Oh…”

Dewdrop huffs and Mountain chuckles, running a large hand down Dewdrop’s back when he stops moving and tugging at his tail.

“Better hurry up, Bug. We can still kick you out,” Mountain says, and Phantom realizes he’s still standing in the middle of the room, dressed, and uncomfortably hard.

“Strip,” Dew growls, giving him an annoyed look.

Phantom, with shaky hands, begins to peel off his clothes. His shirt comes first, and with the added anxiety, struggles to get it around his horns. His pants come off next. He begins to remove his boxers, but Mountain clears his throat.

“Keep those on, and lay next to me.”

Phantom nods and lays next to the earth ghoul. Both of them can smell his anxiety and arousal. He shifts in the bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but stops when Dewdrop starts riding Mountain in earnest.

“I’ve been waiting to get in your bed all day” he huffs out, “and this little voyeur has to go and ruin it.”

Mountain groans. “He can’t help it. He’s just a needy little thing.”

“He’s a fucking pain in my ass is what he is.”

“No, that would be me,” Mountain grins, and Dew has to pause to laugh. A curtain of hair covers his face and he looks down at Mountain. Phantom’s view is obscured, but he knows just how pretty Dew looks when he laughs like that.

“Did you really just-?”

“Yes, yes I did,” Mountain laughs.

“Lucifer, Mount, I can’t believe you.”

Mountain hums and smiles back up at him and rubs his hands up and down Dew’s arms.

Phantom involuntarily whines, and Dew’s face shifts to a scowl. “I’m sorry,” he mutters, slightly panicked.

Dewdrop ignores him, and starts bouncing on Mountain once more. “He can’t even shut up,” he grumbles, moaning whorishly as he shifts to have Mountain pressed right up against his prostate.

“He’s just a whiny puppy. Poor thing probably can’t help it.”

Phantom looks between them with wide eyes. They’re talking about him as if he isn’t even in the room. He doesn’t know whether he finds it insulting or hot, but his hand drifts down to palm himself in his boxers, and without looking, Mountain captures both of his hands in one of his own.

He whines again, and this time, Mountain shoots him a glare. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he growls, eyebrows pinched together. “You wanted to watch, you get to watch, and that is it. Do you understand me?”

Phantom gulps, but nods.

“Words, puppy,” Dewdrop says, not pausing his movements.

“I understand.”

“Good boy,” Mountain praises, but doesn’t remove his hand.

Dewdrop brings his own hand to wrap around his cock, jerking himself in time with his bouncing. “Fuck, Mountain,” he groans, using one hand to brace himself against Mountain’s thigh as he tosses his head back.

“Gonna cum, Firefly?” Mountain asks, using his free hand to pinch at Dew’s nipples, eliciting a whine from the little ghoul.

He nods and his hips get sloppy. His hand starts to move faster, and white ropes shoot onto Mountain’s chest. Mountain shifts his so that he’s laying against Mountain’s chest, directly in his own mess, and Mountain begins to pound into him.

Phantom watches as Mountain’s thick cock stretches Dew’s hole, and he shifts, trying to get out of Mountain’s grasp, hoping to get some friction on his cock.

“Can I cum in you?” He whispers to Dewdrop, eyes slipping shut as waves of pleasure ride through him.

“Fuck, yes, please.”

Dewdrop moans and bites onto Mountain’s collar as hot cum floods his hole. Phantom can see the way Dewdrop is dripping onto the sheets – a mixture of cum, slick, and lube.

Mountain lets go of his wrists, and he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t touch himself, not wanting to deal with anymore punishment, but he watches as the other two catch their breath. Mountain peppers kisses to the top of Dewdrop’s head, to the base of his horns, and he whispers praises to the little ghoul.

He pulls out of Dewdrop, and there’s a high-pitched, upset whine from Dewdrop.

“I know, sweetheart. I just don’t want you falling asleep while I’m still inside you. We both know that’s uncomfortable.”

Dewdrop chuffs, but keeps himself pressed against Mountain, despite the mess, and Phantom can see how his breathing shifts once he falls asleep.

Mountain says nothing, and pulls out his phone.

“What…happens now?” Phantom asks, voice quiet, careful not to wake the sleeping fire ghoul.

“I’m letting Swiss know that your walk is postponed,” he mumbles.

“Oh,” is the only response he can conjure, knowing that he’s about to receive some form of punishment.

Mountain grins and turns his head to look at the quintessence ghoul. “And that he is welcome to join.”

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divine-misfortune · 11 months

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This took a hot second but uhhhh.....SwissDew cunt spanking. Thank you.

"Seriously?"

Dew grit his teeth as his eyes followed the dip of Swiss' spine to where the multi ghoul bent over the edge of the bed.

"I said harder, did you not hear me?"

Swiss arched further purposefully, resting his chin on his folded arms as he wiggled his hips back. He almost sounded bored. Something undeniably arrogant in the way he continued to prod at the other ghoul. Like pushing Dew's buttons was the most fun he was having.

"I did hear you, and didn’t you hear me say shut your fucking mouth?” He practically spat, venom on the tip of his tongue, and much to his chagrin Swiss chuckled.

“So why haven’t you shut me up?”

His tail gave an impatient flick. Spade too close to Dew’s face.

More often than not, Dew was the one in such a compromising position. He was almost always the one running his mouth just to dig a deeper hole for himself. But Swiss had managed to pull at all the right strings. Shoved Dew into a headspace he did not typically frequent, where the edges of his brain felt unusually sharp, that far away fuzzy feeling nowhere to be found.

And when Dew reeled back and the flat of his hand landed against his ass, Swiss barely budged. It left his palm stinging but the most he got from him was a faint grunt. The sound of it had been sharp enough to sound painful, another repeated strike against the same spot that was abused enough to radiate heat, and Swiss hardly reacted.

“If you can’t do it, just say so” he pushed himself up onto his elbows “don’t need to keep embarrassing yourself. I’m sure Rainy can finish what you started if you can’t manage.”

His eye twitched. A low growl rose in his throat, buzzing in his teeth.

“Feet apart.”

“Hm?”

“I said” Dew braced his hand on his tailbone, “apart.” He kicked the multi ghoul’s feet further apart, his body dipping lower. “You never fucking listen.”

“You don’t make listening very interesting, Dew.”

He smoothed his hand over the curve of his ass and dipped momentarily to rub over Swiss’ bare cunt. His little cock twitched as it slid between his fingers and he shamelessly dripped into his palm.

“You’re fucking wet.” His lip pulled back to expose fang when Swiss threw a glance over his shoulder with an amused chirp. “Acting like you don’t like it…”

Dew pulled away, earning an almost frustrated sigh. A sigh that he barely finished exhaling before Dew struck him again, just as, if not harder. His hand met the space between his legs without the expected crack, more of a loud and wet thud.

Swiss audibly choked on the sob abruptly punched from his lungs. His arms gave and he fell face first into the sheets, knees threatening to do the same. Dew didn’t give him the chance, grabbing and pulling on his tail to keep him upright in order to spank his reddening pussy again. The force of it reverberated through his whole body. Trembling visibly, violently.

“W-Wait, fuck-”

“What’s the matter?” The fire ghoul stroked over his abused sex slowly and grinned wickedly when Swiss tried to squirm away from his touch, unable to retreat due to the fist around his tail. “You asked for it harder baby, aren’t you happy I’m listening?”

“Not” he gasped as Dew pinched his clit “guh-”

“I’m just giving you what you wanted.”

“Go fuck yourself.” Swiss sounded winded.

“I’m sorry?” He asked, innocently enough it was mocking. His hand withdrew and Swiss seemed to sag in relief and buried his face further into the sheets. Dew briefly caught a glimpse of the tears starting to spill.

He slapped him again and Swiss went absolutely boneless, kept upright only by his tail. The sound muffled into the mattress was gurgled and pathetic.

“Try again.”

The multi ghoul was silent for a moment and when he pulled back again, Swiss flinched before his fingers had even fully left his clit. His voice was meek, nothing like the deep growl he was so used to Swiss saving for him when he decided to talk back, and it stoked something in Dew’s belly.

“T…Thank you.”

#im normal!#im soooooooooooooooo!#void writing #writing #spicy tag #swiss ghoul #multi ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #the band ghost ficlet #ghost the band

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syringesyrup · 1 year

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Swissdew first kiss? Idk if you’ve written that before or not buuuuuuuttttttt hey?

don’t ever ask me for swissdew ever again i’m crazier than all of you

warning for uh. suggestive shit i guesssss idk Old Men Ghoul Yaoi.

A lot of crazy shit happens in Dewdrop’s life.

Being pulled from the pits of Hell, playing in some Earth band because apparently it’s what the man downstairs wants, having his entire biology changed and set aflame. See? Crazy shit.

And he takes it. He takes all of it. Each hammer to his side, each beat down. He somehow always manages to get back up at the end of it all, no matter how much it fucking sucks.

What he can’t seem to take is the living and breathing pain in his ass that is the new ghoul. A multi ghoul, because that’s a thing that exists, who has not shut his mouth since he crawled out of the summoning circle that was not meant for him. The Clergy found use of him, of course, no matter how hesitant the Cardinal was at the sight of a ghoul who was far too powerful. The question was if it was even safe to have a ghoul with such unstable magic be in front of humans. Not that taking risks was something they didn’t do.

The worst part? The most excruciating and aggravating part of it all?

Dewdrop likes him. He can’t get enough of him.

He’s insanely funny. He’s always clever with his jokes, crafting them so quickly and ensuring a laugh from everyone in the room. His confidence with each jest only makes him funnier. He even gets Sister Imperator to laugh. What a rare sight. It pisses him off when all his little comments make Dew crack a smile. He has to turn his head away each time, not wanting to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing him smile at such a dumb joke.

Not to mention his talent. For some reason, he just knows how to play every single instrument that is thrown at him. He nearly beat Mountain’s drums to death on his first week. His voice, gravelly and angelic, makes Dew’s heart falter each time he sings so beautifully into a mic or just casually. His fingers are careful, playing each note on a guitar perfectly. It drives Dew up the wall with how good he is at it. How skilled his fingers are. Dew grows curious with that realization. He thinks about it a lot. More than he should.

And he’s so, so fucking hot.

His arms drive Dew nuts. Thick and strong enough to do all the things Dew would ask of him. His shoulders, his fucking shoulders. Broad and built to handle the weight of a guitar for hours. His chest doesn’t help Dew get much sleep at night either. It’s unnecessarily bold and melts down into the pudge of his stomach. Sue him, but Dew has a thing for tummies. A place where he can bury his face and fall fast asleep against the warmth. He wonders if Swiss’ stomach holds a heat, like a fire ghoul pillow. The thought of it makes Dew purr and get red in the face. And, oh Lucifer, his ass. It’s nothing like what Rain has packing, but it’s enough to make Dew stare long enough that Swiss has definitely caught him. Dew has stared at what he has packing in the front, too. He’s seen the way Swiss’ pants hug him tightly up there. It makes Dew’s mouth water, the thought of him between Swiss’ legs just sucking greedily on his-

“Earth to Dewdrop. Are you reading me?”

Dew jolts up. He doesn’t even remember where he was or what he was supposed to be doing. He takes a step back and blinks, registering the rest of his bandmates staring at him. Right. Practice.

“There you are.” Copia smiles. “Everything okay?” He’s far too kind for Dew’s liking. It almost seems malicious.

Dew nods’ gripping his guitar and strumming a bit. “Sorry. Where are we?”

“Just starting Con Clavi.” Copia says, fumbling with the microphone in his gloved hand. “Rain was just about to start for us.”

Dew nods. “Right. Okay.”

Copia stares for a moment longer, worry in his eyes before he turns to Rain and gestures vaguely. The water ghoul nods before adjusting his shoulders and beginning to strum on his bass. Dew misses when it was his turn to play this song. When it was his song.

He lets his eyes flicker a bit too far, landing on Swiss.

He’s smiling at Dew.

No, he’s grinning. He adjusts his guitar in front of him, reeling up to push his hips into it. Dew swallows hard, watching as the multi ghoul grinds into his guitar with a dark haze in his eyes that just won’t leave Dew’s own.

When Swiss flicks his tongue out of his mouth and licks at his fang, Dew has to look away before he forgets how to even play guitar.

“Distracted today?” Swiss asks him as they all file out of the practice room. “Feeling okay?”

“Fine.” Dew mumbles, attempting to weave his way through the crowd of ghouls and away from Swiss before he loses his composure. He almost makes his way in front of Cirrus before a large hand wraps around his wrist, holding him back.

“Woah, woah, woah.” Swiss laughs. “What’s the rush?”

“I have…things to do.” Dew lies through his teeth. He’s trying not to lose his mind due to the realization that Swiss’ entire hand wraps around Dew’s wrist so easily. His fingers are touching his palm. His stupid big ass hands that Dew wants inside of him-

“Hopefully things means sleep. You look sick, spitfire.” Swiss observes, leaning down to get a better look at Dew’s red face. “Can fire ghouls get fevers?”

“I’m fine.” Dew grumbles, pushing himself away from Swiss. The rest of the band has already turned the corner, leaving the two of them alone at the end of the hall. “Stop touching me.”

“Sorry.” Swiss frowns, retracting away from Dew. “Seriously. Get some rest.” Swiss says before stepping around Dew.

He’s free. He’s finally free from how close Swiss just was. He’s free from what could have been a disaster. He almost wants to smile at the relief he feels. He takes in a deep breath, and wow, he can breathe.

He’s a fool. No, he’s a fucking idiot. When does he ever catch a break.

Swiss’ hand collides with his ass, a meaningless gesture. Dew clearly does not expect it or else he would have stopped himself from moaning at it.

It gets deafeningly quiet after that.

Dew’s hands slap over his mouth and he leans down, eyes wide as he stares at the floor. Anywhere that isn’t Swiss’ face. He watches the multi stop dead in his tracks and slowly turn, staring down at Dew with impossibly wide eyes.

Dew wants to die.

“No way.” Swiss says. “No fucking way.”

“Sh-shut up. Please, shut up.” Dew mumbles, taking a step back to escape. Futile. Swiss is already grabbing his wrists and rendering him useless. Dew bites the inside of his cheek as he watches his large hands hold him still. Dew wants more. He wants his hands everywhere. On him, inside of him. Just everywhere.

“Dewdrop, what was that?” Swiss asks, and Dew can fucking hear the smile in his voice. Dew shakes his head as he continues to look down. He’s in so much trouble if he looks Swiss in the eyes right now.

“Dewww.” Swiss coos, his voice laced with venom. “What was that?”

“You scared me.” Dew tries. “I was startled. Shut up.”

“Uh-huh.” Swiss grins. “I’m sure.”

“Let me go.” Dew whispers. He can feel his body heat rising. This is far too dangerous for the both of them.

“Oh, I don’t think you want me to.” Swiss says. Dew, who didn’t think he could possibly embarrass himself any further, whines at Swiss’ words. He hears Swiss’ breath hitch at it, surprising the both of them.

“I stand corrected.” Swiss laughs. “I knew it.”

Then, Dew makes the worst mistake of all time.

He looks at Swiss.

“Oh, fuck.”

He’s so much better up close. Dew can see the way his pupils flex in his eyes as he studies Dew. The way his freckles dust across his face like stars. The curl of his hair and his beard, curling up at the base of his curved horns. The light that sparkles off of his piercings. Dew looks at his lip ring and swallows hard. He wonders how that would feel. Swiss opens his mouth to laugh and Dew stares at the black ball on his tongue. Oh, now that. That must feel good.

“I knew you wanted me.” Swiss grins. “I could fucking smell it on you, ya know? Cinnamon works well for you.”

Dew swallows again despite how dry his throat is right now. He parts his lips, stuttering as he tries to find the words he knows his brain possesses. Swiss laughs lowly as he watches Dew struggle.

“C’mon. Use your words, sweetheart.” Swiss coos, making Dew’s knees feel like they’re not there anymore. He reaches up slowly, gripping at the loops of Swiss’ belt tightly and tugging.

“Trying.” Dew mumbles, slipping his eyes shut as he breathes shakily. “I’m trying.”

“You got it.” Swiss soothes, moving a hand up to rest on the back of Dew’s neck. The spikes there instinctively perk up to no avail. Swiss holds them down, safe from any damage they may cause.

Dew shakes his head. He can’t do this. This is stupid. This is horrible and cliché and he can’t think-

“Please.” Is all Dew can muster. It’s the only word he can even remember right now. Well. Besides the multi ghoul’s name. His knees finally buckle when Swiss pushes on the back of his neck, craning his head up as Swiss moves in.

“Again.” Swiss whispers, just an inch from his face. “I want you to mean it.”

“Please, please, please.” Dew begs, holding onto Swiss like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. Swiss growls, actually fucking growls, before yanking Dew up and smashing their lips together.

Dew moans into his mouth, hot with need and cries of please and Swiss with each small part of their lips. Swiss wastes no time with it either, already pushing his tongue in and pressing the black metal ball against Dew’s own. It makes Dew choke for a moment before he bathes in it. Bathes in the way Swiss tastes like hot smoke and candy, the little strawberry wrapped ones that he was given by Copia when his newly summoned tastebuds were ablaze.

Swiss hooks an arm around his waist, pushing him back against a door as he fumbles to open it. They fall back into it, stumbling into the closet before Swiss kicks the door shut behind them. Dew hears supplies clatter behind him as Swiss pushes him against the shelf, his hands digging under Dew’s shirt as he moves up to grab at his chest. Dew winces when he hooks a claw through one of the rings on his nipple and tugs slightly. Swiss hums, smiling down at Dew in the limited lighting of the closet.

“You like that, huh?” Swiss grins. Dew nods, lips parted as he pants a ‘uh-huh’. His hair is a mess now, his bun slowly coming loose from having his head rubbed against the wall. Swiss smiles at him before slowly leaning closer, his lips ghosting over Dew’s neck. Dew shudders, his hands gripping at Swiss’ arms as he feels Swiss smile against his neck. Dew can’t help the noise that escapes him when Swiss runs his tongue across Dew’s skin, his fangs poking slightly into the sensitive skin there. Swiss smiles against his skin again, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest before he moves his hand down to undo his belt. The sound of it makes Dew buck his hips up, grinding on Swiss’ thigh that has found its way in between Dew’s legs. Swiss only laughs as he moves up to growl in Dew’s ear, leaving the fire ghoul shaking.

“Let’s see what else you like.”

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titlemewickedwonderland · 1 year

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Ghoul Game Night - Mountain

Summary: Being a new ghoul in an established pack wasn't easy. But her new packmates wouldn't let her off the hook by ignoring them. So what's the best way to break the ice than to play a little game of Truth or Dare?

Fandom: Ghost Band

Pairing: Mountain X Ghoul!reader (a hint of Poly!ghouls x ghoul!reader at the end)

Warning: Sexual tension, cute awkwardness, fluff, and…Mountain.

Workshop

The bottle was spinning so fast her eyes couldn't keep up. Y/n blinked a few times to get the tension out of her eyeballs as she felt they were damn near about to cross. Was she nervous to find who the bottle would land on? Of course! But she was also kind of scared about what she would pick out. She knew Aether was a safe choice - he was the kindest she'd known who'd openly tried to make her feel welcome in the pack. Rain and Mountain kept mostly to themselves but their silent acts of kindness helped ease her into the dynamic of the band itself. Dew and Swiss - well the pair of them were unpredictable and flirty. They were the ones that embodied the sex appeal ghouls possessed to the point Y/n swore that they must have some incubus in them. But would they actually force her to do anything that she didn't want to? That would be beside the point of getting to know her new packmates after all, no she knew they wouldn't force anything. They may be dirty-minded but they weren't savages after all!

"Y/n?" Aether's voice brought her back from the depths of her thoughts and she looked up startled to meet the familiar violet eyes of the quintessence whose eyes swirled with concern. "Thought we lost yah there. You with us?"

"Y-yeah, I'm sorry!" Y/n spoke nervously as she clenched the blanket and looked down realizing that the bottle had stopped spinning and that it pointed to the side of her. She looked over to find Mountain peering back at her calmly; giving nothing away in his expression as he patiently waited for her to get with the program.

"Oh…OH!" she straightened up feeling a blush on her cheeks. "I'm sorry, spaced out there a minute." her tail wagged slightly behind her when she realized that Mountain was her partner. Good, seemed Satan did hear prayers after all. That was a relief. Mountain was a safe choice for sure. Who would think anybody like Mountain would be a risky choice beneath the soft eyes and quiet demeanor?

"Which one would you like to do guys?" Aether asked tapping on the boxes in front of him expectingly as his orbs flicked from one then the other; a certain gleam in them telling Y/n he seemed far too interested in the choices than he probably should be at this point.

Y/n bit her lip looking over at Mountain but the gentle giant merely shrugged his slender shoulders. "I'm okay with either Y/n. Go ahead and choose." he rumbled softly and Y/n smiled at him with warmth; see a safe choice. He was a gentleman through and through.

"You know what…I think I'll take a truth and Mountain can do a dare." she hadn't seen Mountain push out of his shell to do much and she was wondering what his personality was like outside of his love for nature and music; she would probably kick herself in the ass though if the Ghoulettes had anything to say on the matter.

"Alright." Aether grinned flashing his golden tooth before he was digging into the boxes. "Mountain your dare is…Do a body shot on your partner."

Y/n's eyes widened comically and her cheeks flushed a dark color but when she looked over at Mountain the tall ghoul didn't seem to be affected as she was by the dare making her question whether or not he was as innocent as she first thought; hell she hadn't even seen him drink alcohol before.

"I'm a little scared to know my truth." Y/n gave a little laugh that showed off her nervousness as she chewed on her bottom lip wondering if she should have taken the dare instead; no going back now though - no take backsies here.

"Don't be."

"You should be."

Dew and Mountain spoke up at the same time causing Y/n's eyes to widen and she looked between the two; their replies doing nothing to help the butterflies of nerves to settle in her belly. But Aether waved it off and shot the ghoulette a warm smile which she tried and failed so miserably to return.

"It's okay, we always do something stupid so don't feel too embarrassed if you get one you weren't expecting. Remember, you always have a choice to decline and take a shot." he pointed her paper at her and the female looked towards Dew as if she was weighing the option. But that would be fair to Mountain if he still ended up having to do the dare while she chickened out so she took the plunge not wanting to be labeled a coward.

"I think I'll need one anyway. You know… to settle the nerves and stuff." she offered a weak smile but Dewdrop was all on it as he snatched the bottle of liquor from behind him and grabbed the single shot glass on the floor beside it - pouring her a generous shot. She reached out with a small smile and tossed it back with a grimace trying not to gag at the burn.

"Alright, you ready for your truth Y/n?" at the female's hesitant nod the quintessence looked down at his paper. "Y/n your truth is…" Aether turned his gaze back to the ghoulette. "What's your wildest fantasy?"

The female's eyes widened and she held out the shot glass towards Dew again with a puffed-out breath. He snickered as he refilled it and watched as she tossed it back with the same sharp-toothed grimace on her face. She seriously needed that extra burn if she was to be honest.

"The girls certainly know how to break the ice with new people," Y/n grumbled sliding the cup back to Dew with a sigh feeling the liquor burn and warm her belly from the inside; she knew ghouls had a high tolerance for human alcohol consumption even those who did not drink often but she cursed that small perk because this was not a conversation that she wanted to have on a sober night.

"Do I have to answer?" she bit her lip feeling her cheeks warm.

"You can always take another shot." Swiss interjected grinning at her but she waved it off.

"Sorry Dewdrop but you have a terrible choice in liquor. If I take one more of those shots it's coming back up." the ghoulette muttered as she rubbed her eyes as if attempting to hide her burning face.

"Would you like me to do my dare first? Would that make you feel better?" Mountain leaned over towards her and she peeked at him from beneath her hands; her ears twitching backward in embarrassment.

"I didn't think you drank Mountain…" she confessed

The big guy shrugged again. "I don't do it often. I prefer smoking." he confessed leaning back on his palms as he studied her.

Something about his gaze made her rethink her idea that he was a safe choice. He was a ghoul, after all. She shouldn't kid herself thinking he'd be a safe bet. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she stared up at him in silence wondering how they should do this. Would he do his dare first or should she answer first? How did one go about having a conversation like that?!

"You going to stare each other down or get to it?" Dew snarked from across the room causing Rain to grab a pillow and toss it at the fire ghoul.

"Hush! Don't pressure her! This is her first time." he chided

"First time huh? Do be gentle Mounty! She's a virgin to body shots." Swiss shot the Earth ghoul a wink causing a scowl to edge the tall male's face in disapproval even if he knew it was all in good jest.

"Shut up!" Aether raised his voice and clapped his hands. "Come on! Let's do this one right! Mountain you go first alright? Dew grab that table." Aether rose to his feet and grabbed a blanket off the floor.

Y/n watched warily as Dewdrop dragged the coffee table across the floor to the center of the room and Aether folded the blanket; draping it on the wooden surface. The girl stared at them and then at the table as if she was about to offer herself up for a sacrifice. She winced at the image but the gentle nudge beside her from Rain made her spur into motion as she scooted over and rose to her feet looking down awkwardly.

"S-so I just..lay down?" she offered lamely feeling her tail twitching erratically from her nerves.

She felt Mountain's hulking frame behind her moments before his hands rested on her shoulders and his chin pressed between her horns; a rumble of reassurance vibrating against her back. "Lay down on your back on the table."

"Do-Do I have to take anything off?" She tipped her head up to look at the male who cocked his head at her in amusement.

"Do you want to take anything off?"

"No…." she shook her head a little

"Then don't." Mountain shrugged again before nudging her forward half a step urging her to lay down.

With all eyes on her now Y/n turned around and warily sat on the edge of the table; catching sight of the others watching with a mixture of amusement and interest as she swung her legs onto the tabletop and tried to lean back but in her awkward state she'd misjudged the size of it and found herself leaning off of the edge.

Two large hands gripped her ankles and playfully jerked her back down until her legs dangled off the edge and pressed against the floor while her upper half rested on the table with her head just barely hanging off. She yelped in surprise and looked up at the towering male above her; his height and angle made him block out a bit of the light fixture so all she saw was his silhouette dark and intimidating above her.

Shuffling beside her made her turn her head to find Dew and Swiss beside her. The multi-ghoul held up a small stack of mini glasses and she wondered where the hell he'd managed to find those while they were using shitty solo shot cups all this time. But then a pair of warm hands grasped the hem of her pajama shirt and slowly slid up; the rough warm palms sliding up along her sides and ribs taking with it the shirt until it bunched just below her breasts. She looked down to find Mountain half bent over her as he maneuvered the shirt out of his way. He flashed her a little smile as she giggled nervously not used to being this close to him.

As he moved back Swiss placed the gold shot glasses one by one down onto her exposed stomach. One right on her naval that was left exposed from her yoga pants, one in the center of her stomach; the feel of it weighted and cold caused her abdomen muscles to clench but Swiss merely hushed her and patted her hip before placing the third and last shot glass right below her sternum (his hand might have not so accidentally brushed against her breasts as he pulled his hand away) and to distract herself she craned her head to look for Aether as she tried to stay still.

She found Rain by her head and when she met his eye he flashed her a little smile and reached down to boop her nose causing her to giggle; she was glad that at least someone was trying to ease the nerves she felt but Dew was quick to playfully smack her leg with a chiding remark.

"Stop it! You'll spill the good stuff!" she glanced down to find he was starting to fill each shot glass as carefully as he could while it balanced on her exposed torso and she flushed a bit; her eyes closing in embarrassment at being pretty much splayed open for them like some kind of sacrifice on an alter.

"I-I thought the dare said only a shot…not three." she said trying not to breathe too deeply in case she spilled the glasses.

"Meh." Dew shrugged and Y/n had to stop the snort she wanted to let loose as she looked toward Mountain.

The tall Earth ghoul was standing back watching silently but his expression gave nothing away. When Dew was done those not part of the dare shuffled back to watch. Breathing as shallowly as she could so as not to spill the liquor but she tensed when she felt warm hands on her knees.

"Hey, blossom open your eyes." Mountain's voice murmured causing her eyes to peek open hesitantly to see he was standing before her spread knees. "Eyes on me."

She did as he told her. Transfixed as he bent down over her. The first shot glass disappeared between his lips as he took hold of it; never once breaking eye contact as he lifted his head slightly; just enough to tip the liquid down his throat - the audible sound of him swallowing the mouthful causing her breath to hitch as he idly took the glass from his mouth and handed it to Dew.

She could do nothing but lay there as he shifted higher; his breath tickling her exposed belly as he shifted upwards towards the next shot. Had his green-blue eyes looked this pretty before? She couldn't recall as she watched him wrap his lips around the second shot glass rim and tip his head back again to swallow the contact. It was then she felt his hands press again her sides as he shifted even closer. His knee came up to press onto a sliver of the exposed tabletop between her thighs as he bent over her further.

"So, Y/n, would you like to tell me?" Mountain murmured - his alcohol-tinged breath ghosting along her sternum as he ascended a bit more.

"T-tell you what?" she breathed watching him entranced as he drew nearer to the third and last shot glass that was balanced just below the swell of her breasts.

His large hands gently took hold of her wrists and her arms were suddenly thrust above her head to dangle over the edge of the table and making her gasp in surprise at the motion; the position caused her to arch a little and thrust the glass up higher along with her breasts making her feel rather vulnerable and far more exposed than before as her bunched up shirt shifted even higher; exposing the undersides of her breasts teasingly - she cursed her decision to not wear a bra tonight but she wasn't expecting to be dragged into such a lascivious game!

The motion also caused a bit of the fireball to spill from the glass and she felt the cold drops run down her sternum and rib. She bit her lip trying to keep her breath even as she watched his every move.

"What you're wildest sexual fantasy is." Mountain supplied as he idly - with little hurry, dipped his head to lick a stripe up her stomach from where the fireball had spilled causing her breath to hitch and her eyes to fall closed at the feel of his warm wet tongue against her skin.

Her hands clenched above her head and she felt soft fabric against her hands making her eyes open again and her head to fall back to find Rain standing by her head again. She latched onto his pants for support and he reached down to idly stroke his long bassist fingers through her hanging locks.

"W-Well if it's the truth…" she licked her lips nervously as her cheeks flushed when mountain rose up again to be in her viewpoint; his fingers gripping her chin to tip her head back so that they could stare at each other.

"Hmm?"

"I-I don't know." she shook her head a little bit.

"You don't know?" one brow rose as he bent his head down again but this time to press a sweet little kiss to her flushed cheek. "Don't tell me you haven't had some wild fantasies before when you're alone in your room, Y/n." he murmured teasingly when she whined and turned her head to bury her face into his neck.

"Well…n-nothing to count as….wild." she confessed as he felt his large hands expanse the entire of her ribcage idly stroking along her sides.

As he drew way from her and ducked his head again to lick up the small trail of liquor that ran down her ribcage that he'd found she tried to regulate her breathing but when she spoke her words came out shaky.

"B-But this probably would be on that list."

"Yeah?" his eyes flashed up at her and she bit her lip nodding shyly causing his lips to curl upward into a grin as he tipped his head at her; his shaggy hair tickling her sternum as he chuckled.

"Good." he finally lifted up enough to wrap his lips around the last shot glass but whether it was on purpose or the alcohol in his blood he missed and it tipped a bit; spilling it more on her exposed skin before he managed to grab it from falling completely.

"Damn, there goes the good stuff." Y/n could hear Dew mutter from somewhere in the room.

But Mountain didn't see it that way. Instead of taking the rest of the shot he held it out towards Dew and when his hands were free he tugged her shirt up slightly more making her squeak as the cool air of the room dried the liquor on her skin but it was quickly followed by the warmth of Mountain's tongue as he lapped up the spilled droplets along her flesh causing her to let a little moan slip and her hands to tighten on Rain's thighs as she tried not to reach for Mountain.

She felt hot. Itchy beneath her skin. The feeling of such a large body draping over her; protective as much as it was provocative was making her feel squirmy; small beneath him as Mountain cleaned her up with his tongue alone. It was only when a wet stripe caught the curve of her breasts that one hand finally released Rain in favor of sinking her fingers into the lush thickness of Mountain's hair when she whimpered at the contact.

He seemed to be enjoying himself far more than she had thought he would. She briefly wondered if this was what kind of lover he was. A big fucking tease. When she tugged on his hair a little she felt the rumble of his low moan against her skin and she peeked down to see him looking up at her from behind his messy hair and her jaw went slack. Why did he look so goddamned good like that?

"C-can I make a request?" she found herself asking.

"Keep looking at me like that and you can have anything," he muttered placing a kiss on her stomach.

"Kiss me?"

He lowered himself a bit and kissed one exposed hip bone and then the other. "But I am."

"Mountain!" Y/n yanked on his hair causing him to hiss as his head was jerked backward a bit so that his face was lifted from her skin and her breath stopped in her lungs at the dark look that overtook his eyes just from his arousal alone. He wasn't as unaffected as he wanted to play off.

"Please." was that her needy voice? Well fuck. She heard the groans of the others in the room as they too took in the way her voice sounded so full of need from just how turned on she was.

"Fuck it." Mountain rose swiftly to his feet and yanked her up before hauling her over his shoulder causing her to yelp in surprise. "The game's over, boys."

The others stared open-mouthed as the tall lithe figure stalked from the room; moments later - his bedroom door slammed shut locking himself and their new little packmate within for the night.

"Damnit," Swiss grumbled crossing his arms. "There goes my chance."

The others were silent for a moment looking at each other before Dew snickered. "Fuck no. I'm not missing the show." he left the room and it took only a few seconds for Aether, Rain, and Swiss to stare at each other before they shrugged.

"What an ice breaker." the trio barged into the room without a preamble for a night of fun.

What a way to end a game night. The Ghoulette sure knew what they were doing all along; playing each and every member like a fiddle. Y/n realized real quick why the siblings enjoyed the ghoul's company that night. And she couldn't even care to be mad about it. Not when she had 5 pairs of mouths, hands, and other appendages to keep her occupied.

Thank you all for reading Ghoul Game Night! Mountain ends this mini-series with a bang and I hope you guys enjoyed it! Don't forget to like, reblog, and comment to show support! <3

#Ghost #Ghost Band #The band ghost #oneshot #ghost band oneshot #ghost oneshot #ghoul truth or dare #truth or dare #Mountain ghoul #Mountain ghoul x reader #mountain ghoul oneshot #Mountain x reader #Ghost fandom #Ghost Mountain Ghoul

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iamthecomet · 5 months

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-walks in and sits down at a desk like a news anchor-

I come baring a, to me, hilarious concept: Dew didn't know Rain had tentacles before they hooked up, because 1.) Dew's a hybrid, and his genetics leaned more towards his fire side in that regard, and 2.) He's a freshwater ghoul, so his set up would have been different anyway if he was pure water.

He had no idea what Rain was packing down below, and for a while they were still in that innocent, "I just like him a lot." phase so he wasn't thinking about that -if anything he was thinking about his ass- but eventually he does start to have thoughts...

Anyway, things finally get heavy, and Rain invites Dew over, and first, Dew has to take stock of Rain's bedroom, because, "Wow, that's a lot of sea themed stuffed animals and decor." (read: warning sign #1 is ignored-) and, "HOW DID YOU GET A WATER BED?? I WASN'T EVEN ALLOWED TO GET A QUEEN SIZED BED!"

And then Rain's taking his clothes off, and Dew's like, he's a little confused, but nothing's weird yet, cause Rain has his underwear on, and Dew's kind of busy kicking his own pants off, but then-

"...What in the fishy fuck is that?"

Something, something, Dew is sitting there on the bed trying to figure out what he thinks about this wiggly thing and accidentally bats at it like a cat seeing a snake and Rain and him do not have sex that night, because, "DUDE, THAT HURT-" "I'M SORRY HOLY SHIT-"

The situation is made worse by the fact that Swiss wants calamari for dinner.

Just absolute chaos.

Followed by them actually having sex the next day, because Dew figured he gives better head than apologies, and Rain honestly just wants to see what happens when Dew finds out the tentacles can grab him back.

-shuffles papers-

This has been your 6 o'clock news.

LAMP. LAMP. It is not just hillarious to you, it is also hillarious to ME. Poor Rain. Poor Dew. I'm glad they are able to work it out in the end, but that whole night is definitely one they'll never forget. They both are a little traumatized by the whole experience (Dew goes pale when Swiss mentions calamari).

But Dew is nothing if not determined (and curious) and Rain can't wait to hear the noise Dew makes when he finds out exactly what Rain can do it with.

#comet comments #lamp #raindrop #tentacles

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wrathofrats · 6 months

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I NEED MORE ERA 3 GHOUL CONTENT 😭 PLEASE MORE IM BEGGING PLEASSSSSSEEEEE

Again yall are opening a box that I cannot contain. I’ve been rambling about old ghouls to @divine-misfortune for months.

Here’s some of the headcanons we’ve come up with. Please enjoy

Also I’m counting era 3 ghouls as pebble, ivy, cowbell, mist, zephyr, ifrit and delta! But delta will not be mentioned here for reasons (the reasons are I am having a lot of fun with him and will post about him later). And I know I talk a lot about Zeph and ifrit on here so I’ll put a bit less of them.

Cut for length bc ohhh im going to ramble

Pebble:

- very punk inspired for looks. I think he has a lot of piercings and that kind of mentality. He’s a rebel (also a shithead but like in the most positive way)

- his favorite hobby is fucking with alpha. He’s just so easy to anger. It’s all stupid pranks and comments, harmless but they argue a lot.

- he smokes weed in the vents with cowbell

- extremely soft for ivy. Also very possessive but it’s ok they’re in love your honor.

Ivy:

- shy, nerd type, he looks like a dork im sorry. He has anxiety just a bit for character

- pebble is his emotional support mean person

- he’s so sweet. Genuinely just here to be nice to others and vibe

- terrible pain tolerance. He’s a bit of a baby but I love him so much (pebble coddles him beyond belief)

- touchy, enjoys physical contact

Mist:

- short hair, rbf, she runs the place like the navy when she’s left in charge

- snarky, very well respected, very “leave me alone” type a fair amount of the time

- enjoys messing with the other ghouls w pebble. They’re besties I don’t make the rules

- very much dews mentor when he’s first summoned

- she’s my mean lesbian stereotype back off I’m in love with her

Cowbell

- oh he’s kinda fucking strange

- like he looks off putting. He came out wrong (I love him)

- enjoys being creepy. He likes scaring the other ghouls by looking fucking strange

- fire and air specialized multi ghoul

- he knows everything about everyone

Zephyr:

- disabled and chronically ill (he’s my emotional support Barbie and I’ll give them all the illnesses I want)

- he/they or they/them it depends on the day

- mean, cranky old man (with so much love)

- obviously they’re in love with ifrit and would do anything for him that’s his himbo everyone else back off

- he has a sick ass cane that og earth widdled them to help with the joint pain

Ifrit:

- he’s so beefy and stupid

- he’s so fucking sweet though. Like he is THE himbo

- carries Zeph around bc he would do anything for them

I’m leaving this here but phhhhhh pls ask me about the old ghouls and these guys PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT THEM ALL MORE IM DYING TO TALK ABOUT THEM

#the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #wrath writes #ifrit ghoul #zephyr ghoul #pebble ghoul #ivy ghoul #cowbell ghoul #mist ghoulette #wrath asks #wrath��s ghost lore

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gravehags · 13 days

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ghoul bicycle pack x reader with a tummy ache

because i'm nauseous and not being brave about it!

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Sathanas you fucking hate feeling like this.

The den is empty and quiet, which for once you are thankful for. Large tumbler filled with water in hand, you shuffle out of your room and down the hall to the living area. Your stomach seizes ominously again and your free hand clutches at it. Groaning, you clamber onto the ridiculously deep couch and scoot into the furthest corner, tucking your legs to the side. With a sigh you realize the remote is all the way on the other end but the way another wave of nausea rolls over you, you can't be fucked to go get it. Instead you pick up your phone and open your messages - selecting the group titled "Virginity Annihilator Squad".

Hey, you guys gonna be done with Papa soon?

Rain is the first to text back.

What's wrong?

Followed by Cumulus--

What's going on, baby?

Followed by Aether--

Is everything alright, love?

Followed by Dewdrop--

You need me to kill someone or something?

You smile and shake your head, even as you curl in on yourself from the ache in your abdomen. They always - always - know when something isn't right with you, whether it's physically or emotionally. Part of why you adored all of them so.

I'm okay. Really nauseous. Don't worry about me though!

Sunshine messages you back with alarming speed.

Babe! No! What do you need, we'll bring you anything

Followed by Swiss--

I think we have some meds for that somewhere in the den - Mountain do you know where they are?

Followed by Dewdrop, again--

Don't puke on anything I own

You snort and roll your eyes.

Just for that Dew I'm puking on EVERYTHING you own xoxo

The phone is silent for a moment and another wave of nausea comes over you, alarming you enough that you sit up on your knees and prepare to run for the bathroom. You're taking deep breaths and your phone vibrates in your hand. It's Mountain.

We're on our way back

As nice as it was to have the den all to yourself, when you're feeling miserable the last thing you want is to be alone. You fall back onto your ass and reach for the blanket on the back of the couch, wrapping it around you. For the next few minutes you do your best to concentrate on your breathing and the rise and fall of your belly instead of the lingering desire to projectile vomit. When you hear the door to the den hallway open you sigh in relief. Within moments your loves begin filing in - Phantom practically running towards you and flinging himself onto the couch to scooch over to you. When he nestles in between your arm and your body, you grin.

"Are you okay?" he asks, brows furrowed in worry. "Sorry Dew was a dick earlier - you're sorry aren't you Dew?"

The fire ghoul is already shuffling onto the deep cushion on his knees toward you.

"No," he says with a sharp little grin, before taking the space on your opposite side. He leans up and places a soft kiss on your cheek, resting a hand on your abdomen.

"Cirrus read that warmth is supposed to help," he murmurs and you feel gentle heat radiating from his touch.

The others all clamber onto the cushions and settle in various spots around you. When Aurora bossily nudges her way in between your legs to rest her head in your lap you laugh.

"We brought you these from the infirmary, by the way," Aether says, passing a small box of medicine to you. You give him an air kiss and he grins before cozying up next to Sunshine. You look at the pile of ghouls surrounding you and sigh.

"I don't mean to alarm anyone but..."

All ten of them whip their heads around to you as if synchronized and you laugh.

"...but I love you all. Like, a lot. More than I'm even capable of putting into words."

Cumulus coos at you, her hand wrapped around your calf and head resting on your knee. Rain gives you a soft smile and takes your hand, kissing your fingers. They all are giving you very gooey looks but the moment is ultimately ruined when Mountain stretches big and dramatically tosses himself into the middle of the pile.

"Mount! You're crushing my lungs!"

"Sorry, Cir," the towering ghoul says archly, lazy grin on his face, "hazards of being part of this pack. Right, my love?"

He's looking at you and you smile back at him, giving him a wink.

"A hazard just like potentially getting puked on," you say, looking at Dewdrop who gives you a panicked stare, "I told you I was going to throw up on everything you own, didn't I?"

There's a concerned silence before you burst out laughing and snuggle yourself deeper into the corner, hands playing with Phantom and Dew's hair.

"It was a joke, guys. I mean, I think. I am still nauseated so..."

Someone grabs the remote and turns on the TV, putting on a home renovation show. Dewdrop doesn't stop warily looking at you out of the corner of his eye for the rest of the night.

#ghoul bicycle series #rachel writes

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