armyghoul

[armyghoul]

ghost sketches (also dew’s simps)

[armyghoul]

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 | 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐨. 𝟏

𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘨 @𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘸.

CHOCOLATE COSMOS

ROSEWOOD

PENN RED

ENGINEERING ORANGE

SINOPIA

PERSIMMON

PRINCETON ORANGE

WEB ORANGE

GRADIENT

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Day 17. Sex Magic AND Day 18. Boot Worship

Swiss/Aeon (with heavy hints of Swiss/Aether as well)

A moment backstage after a ritual, Aeon proves he's a good study when it comes to fine tuning his magic.

a bit of breath play in this one too, I feel like sex magic and breath play go in hand. Aeon being dominant and temperature play apparently. Boot worship in the form of Swiss humping Aeon's boot til he comes in his pants. Ghouls not being human. It's always the quiet ones.

I guess also to note, I see Aeon as a quintessence/earth hybrid which I think is relevant to this one lmao

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"Why don't you get on your knees?" Aeon asks, tilting his head and looking up at Swiss—he's only just taken his helmet off, the bottom part of his face still covered by the balaclava.

And Swiss laughs, he can't help but laugh, because if he straightens from his slouch he's easily taller than Aeon by a lot, if he squares his shoulders and stands straight and tilts his head and looks down at him, then Aeon'll fold, he'll blush and laugh it off, wave a hand at Swiss and tell him to forget it.

"Swiss." Aeon repeats, narrows his eyes a bit as he watches Swiss roll out his shoulders as if preparing to pull himself to his full height, "I really think you should listen to me."

Swiss grins at that, wide and eerie, with his helmet still on he knows it looks intimidating, his teeth sharp now that they're away from prying eyes. "Or what?"

Aeon's eyes flare gold for a moment and he squares his shoulders and steps into Swiss's space, not quite chest to chest, but enough so with Swiss still not standing at his full height. "I think you'll want to listen to me," he says.

He keeps his voice even, still gentle and unassuming as the space around him shifts and then, Swiss's nostrils flare, picking up the distinct scent of decay and mud; the tell-tale sign of Aeon's magic manifesting.

Swiss's pupils dilate, and the taller ghoul exhales somewhat shakily as the cool tendrils of magic find their way up his bare forearms, "Oh, so it's like that, huh?" He asks, no bite in his words even as he snaps his teeth in Aeon's direction.

"Just like that," Aeon says with a little laugh, tilting his head to the side as he fixes Swiss with a look, sweet and unassuming, "Now, how about you get on your knees for me, big guy."

He goes, oh so easily then, as if being pulled down by Aeon's magic still touching his arms, finding solace in the cool touch as it travels towards his rolled up sleeves, settling in the crook of his arms, wrapping loosely around his elbows.

Swiss has a little bit of everything in him, truly at one with his multi-ghoul status, though he runs as warm as a fire ghoul despite being from the same part of the pits as Cumulus and Cirrus—Aeon's magic, the quintessence part of him is cold, almost icy to the touch, a kiss of death despite his warm demeanor.

He shivers as it tightens around him, the stark contract of sensations making him gasp, clench his fingers into the loose material of his pants where his hands rest on his thighs. "Now that you have me here, what do you want, huh?"

Aeon steps back a bit, though his magic stays in place, and if Swiss were to look hard enough, beyond the glamour, he'd see it—Aeon's magic manifesting as vines, dark green almost black, nearly translucent, curling around him, coming from somewhere just behind Aeon, as if they're part of him.

"Don't worry, I think you'll like this," Aeon says easily, circling around Swiss like a predator, and there's another tendril of magic, cold even through the thickness of Swiss's shirt, winding it's way up his chest.

Swiss shivers, the closures on his vest and the buttons on his undershirt opening with just a careful flick of Aeon's wrist.

"Dew and I were talking, you know. He told me about your thing, said something about how you like to feel small sometimes." Aeon comes to a stop in front of him again, arms behind his back, his feet shoulder width apart, he's not very imposing really.

Doesn't have the height of an earth ghoul or the bulk of a quintessence ghoul, but what he lacks in that, he makes up for with the subtlety of his actions, the careful way he touches things, how he commands his magic, the quiet dominance that sometimes seeps out of him.

Swiss has never been more intrigued and confused by a ghoul before.

There's a sudden rush of cold, burning as it seals over his nipple and Swiss gasps loudly, fangs lengthening, his sharp nails catching in the fabric of his pants, ripping through the material.

A side effect of magic use, of catching Swiss off guard enough for his glamour to slip away.

"Aether mentioned how you always went to him when you needed it. Told me the signs to look for when you were getting close." He steps closer, and like this, he barely towers over Swiss. Just enough to make a difference.

Aeon's mouth is still covered by the balaclava and Swiss feels light headed at the fact that he can't even be assed enough to do more than remove his helmet before getting Swiss down to his knees.

Aeon's eyes go gold again, bright and almost blinding and Swiss feels cold seep in around him, penetrating through his clothes and down to his skin—it burns a bit, in the same way that Aether's touch does; something he'd been missing since the new tour started.

"I bet you're thinking of him now, aren't you?" Aeon asks casually, nudging the toe of his boot against the space between Swiss' knees, "Quintessence ghoul taking care of the hot-tempered multi-ghoul," he smiles, and even though Swiss can't see anything other than the outline of his lips, he knows that Aeon's baring his fangs too, can hear the subtle lisp in his voice.

Swiss hisses, bares his teeth at him even as he's shifting his knees apart to let Aeon work his boot between them proper, and then, the coldness settles over him like a blanket, thick and heavy at his back as if he were being held from behind.

He melts into it, a low chirp falling from his lips before he can really help it; the pressure so reminiscent of Aether's weight at his back—there's no physical presence, but if he closes his eyes, he can almost feel Aether there.

"Good boy," Aeon murmurs, stepping even closer until the toe of his boot is pressed against where Swiss needs it most.

Then, there's hands, skin warm to the touch as they cradle Swiss's face in them, "Aether sends his love," Aeon murmurs, sounding incredibly fond, "He entrusted me to take care of you while we're away, and I'm going to do that."

He's so matter of fact about it that Swiss has to turn his head and kiss Aeon's palm, breathing heavily against his skin when the kiss ends.

"He teach you these magic tricks?" Swiss asks when he's able to find his voice, though it does something weird at the end when Aeon nudges his boot forward into where he's hot and wet, it makes his hips jolt, chasing the pressure when Aeon moves away.

Aeon rubs his thumb along Swiss' jaw, petting where his glamour is fading away and revealing the line of lavender downy feathers just under his ear, "I'm quintessence, baby," he murmurs, "He didn't have to teach me anything."

A sound, something like the trill of a songbird leaves Swiss's throat and he tilts his head into Aeon's touch as he rolls his body forward, once again finding the pressure of Aeon's boot, his hand reaching out to claw at the leather wrapped around his ankle.

"Never been good at the healing part of quintessence, and Aether knows that. Didn't really focus on any of that. But I'm really good with temperature change, with pressure," As he says this, Swiss feels another tendril of magic, further it's way up his chest, carefully slithering around his throat, "There's not much to teach when it comes to using these things for pleasure," he murmurs, tilting Swiss's head up so he can watch the way the multi-ghoul's eyes go hazier as he commands his magic to increase.

A moan fights its way out of Swiss's mouth, a breathless plea of his name as his hips jerk back and forth in a shaky, unsteady rhythm.

"I know you're thinking of him now, aren't you?" Aeon asks, dragging the pad of his thumb over Swiss's lower lip, "Wishing he were here with you. Keeping you like this."

When the magic releases from Swiss's throat, he inhales loudly, heavily, big gasping breaths as he claws at Aeon's boot. He wants to bury his face against Aeon's knee, take his pleasure right then and there while Aeon's magic courses around him—he knows he can't though. Not like this. Not when the ball is in Aeon's court and Swiss is just trying to play the game.

"Aeon," Swiss says when he's able to get his mouth to work beyond breathing, "Aeon, fuck. What are you doing to me?"

"Taking care of you," Aeon murmurs, nudging his boot harder against Swiss, "Giving you what you need. You've been acting out so much lately, even Papa's noticed. He's the one who came to me, by the way. Asked if I knew what was going on with you."

Swiss can hear the smile in his voice, the press of a thumb against his lower lip, dragging spit across it, "Fuck. Fuck."

There's shame, hot and heavy, mixed in with his arousal now—he had been getting a bit out of hand recently, bad enough that Copia had noticed. Had gone to Aeon about it.

"It's okay though," Aeon says pleasantly, and then he's sliding his fingers up and into Swiss's hair, massaging his scalp with careful movements, "Papa was just concerned, that's all. I think you should thank him later, when this is all over. For being so vigilant and looking out for your wellbeing. Bringing this to my attention so quickly."

Swiss moans, loud again, now that he can finally bury his face against Aeon's knee, even as he humps the toe of his boot, cheeks flushed with a constellation of colors.

It's quiet then, for a few blissful minutes, Swiss is floating, surrounded by the coldness of quintessence magic, surrounded by the scent of decay and mud and the simmering burn of Aeon's own arousal so heavy here close to where he knows Aeon's hard.

"Do you want to come?" Aeon's voice carries through his cloudy thoughts a bit later, and Swiss perks up a bit, his focus on his own rhythm shifting as he suddenly realizes just how desperate he is to come.

"Please," Swiss says, claws scratching against leather as he fucks his hips faster, harder against where the thick toe of Aeon's boot sits, snarling as he feels the pressure build.

Aeon's quiet for a moment, letting Swiss struggle, chasing a high that just won't come to him, before he's sliding his hands down, curling around his jaw, lifting his head from where it rests against his knee.

"There you are," Aeon murmurs, thumbing over the lavender downy feathers under both of Swiss's ears, "Come for me," he whispers, eyes warm and bright. "Come for me Swiss, you've earned it."

Swiss is sure he blacks out for a moment, his vision going white as he shudders through an orgasm so strong he's unable to really hold himself up—not that it matters, because Aeon's magic surges up around him, still cold but no longer overbearingly so, cradling him so gently it brings tears to Swiss's eyes.

He's making a noise, trying to say Aeon's name the next time he becomes fully aware of his surroundings, but Aeon's shushing him, dropping down to his own knees now and drawing Swiss into his arms, warm against his front as cool pressure settles against his back.

Swiss thinks, if he focuses hard enough, he may be able to see the tangle of quintessence vines again coming from somewhere in Aeon's lower back, pulsing and moving as if they're living and breathing.

Aeon presses a kiss into Swiss's hair, murmuring softly to him.

"I feel better now," Swiss manages, sometime later and it draws a laugh out of Aeon who grins at him and leans down to press a messy and off center kiss to Swiss's mouth.

"Good, good," he says, sounding pleased with himself, his balaclava now pulled down so Swiss can see his entire face—a wide, please grin, his teeth crooked and sharp.

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MORE T4T SWISSDEW!!!!!!!!!!!!! (ily btw it always makes my day better when you post :) !!!)

you’re TOO sweet <3

a lil more t4t swissdew emphasis on swiss and his cute little dick (cunt/clit/cock/yknow)

also daddy dew

ok what about dew and swiss on the couch for movie night. dew running his hand up and down swiss’ leg under the blanket thrown over their laps, toying with the hem of his boxer briefs. he’s a tactile guy and swiss’ skin is so warm, he can’t help but touch. he trails calloused fingers from swiss’ bony knee to the very top of his thick thigh and no matter how innocent dew’s intentions are, swiss gets worked up. breathing fast and shallow through his nose, eyes flicking away from the screen to watch the shape of dew’s hand moving under the blanket. dew digs his nails in a little on the next pass, scratching lightly up his thigh. swiss’ whole body jolts and he holds his breath as dew traces along the inseam of his shorts with teasing fingers. when swiss grabs dew’s wrist to stop him, his palm his sweaty and his hand trembles.

“dew… you’re making me-”

“i know. want me to stop?”

dew watches swiss’ face as fiddles with the button at the front of his underwear, pressing the little disc of plastic down against swiss’ dick.

swiss’ nose wrinkles, baring his teeth as hisses at the sudden sharp stimulation. he lets out a shuddering breath. “n-no.”

dew smiles as he pops the button open, turning his attention back to the screen and settling into swiss’ side. “okay then, don’t worry about me. just watch the movie.”

with deft fingers, he pulls swiss’ fat little cock through the gap in the fabric and brushes his thumb over the swollen head. dew can feel the muscles in swiss’ stomach jump against the inside of his wrist where it lies on his tummy. he tips his head against swiss’ to whisper in his ear.

“you’re so hard already, so big.”

swiss gives a frantic nod that knocks against dew’s temple, offering a quiet “uh huh” that drags out into a whiny sigh when dew finally pulls at his length.

“aw, what’s wrong? sensitive? oh, i know. you need something to take the edge off, don’t you?”

dew lifts his hand up to his mouth flicks his tongue up the center of his palm, sinks two fingers in between his lips, and pumps them in and out a couple of times. once he’s nice and slippery, he shoves his hand back under the blanket and wiggles his way into swiss’ underwear. he glides his slick palm over swiss’ little dick slow and filthy before pinching him between wet fingers and giving a few lazy tugs. one of swiss’ hands shoots out to grab at the front of dew’s shirt, a wavering groan knocking around in his throat.

“that feel better baby?”

when dew chances a glance at swiss’ face, his eyes are screwed shut and his brows are upturned. his full lips are parted and lax, his jaw working with half formed words that he just can’t seem to get out. swiss’ head bobbles up and down in a dizzy little nod and turns to tuck his face under dew’s jaw.

“faster…” he mumbles, shy and fuzzy.

and dew can’t deny such a sweet, bashful request. he curls his index finger around swiss’ dick in a tight circle and pulls in earnest, jerking him quick and messy. soon, swiss’ slick joins the saliva coating dew’s fingers and the rhythmic wet sounds start drowning out the movie they’d officially forgotten about. even if they could manage silence, dew’s shoulder working hard and fast and his fist bumping the blanket laid over them would be a dead giveaway.

dew is peeking over his shoulder, checking the doorway for stragglers when swiss’ soft, muffled voice grabs his attention. his words wet the skin on dew’s neck as he speaks.

“daddy…”

the word sits heavy and warm in dew’s gut. he presses his cheek against the top of swiss’ head and rubs gentle sloppy circles over his clit.

“fuck- what do you need baby boy? tell me.”

dew has to ease his fingers off of swiss’ dick almost entirely for the multi ghoul to concentrate long enough to voice his foggy thoughts, cupping his cunt softly with a searing hot palm as he pants out a response.

“need… need your mouth.”

“where?” dew plants wet kisses on his cheeks, behind his ear, down his throat.

swiss squirms, rutting against dew’s palm. “o- on… it. please, daddy. wanna fuck your mouth.”

dew slides off the couch and sinks to his knees before swiss’ syrupy brain even notices that he’s left his side. he lifts up the hem of the blanket where it’s bunched up at swiss’ feet and slips under, settling between the multi’s legs. his hot breath ghosts over swiss’ cunt as he leans in to press a sweet kiss to his cock.

“tell daddy when you’re close.”

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Feel free to share more of your high thots, I‘m listening intently

ok heres some swissdew heavy breeding stuff.

(small text for @belle--ofthebrawl because i have decided so)

Dew humping into Swiss so hard and quick at the height of his rut, grunting and sweating and digging harsh claws into soft hips. Leaking so much, pudgy little knot almost ready to pop. 

He jabs desperately at Swiss, so uncoordinated and out of sorts and animalistic that Swiss cant help but pull desperately at himself and moan. Dew's so close to shoving it in, but its all so wet and Swiss won't stop fluttering and clenching and oh no - 

Dew cries out, pained, when a too eager pull of his hips unsheaths him entirely. Howls as his rock hard, red stiffy glides between Swiss cheeks, begging the ghoul beneath him,

"No, no, don't do this to me -" 

It's too late though. Just a few more pumps before Dew's sobbing, knot popping into nothing while he cums in unsatisfying dribbles all over Swiss's lower back. He grabs at himself with shaky fingers, but it's not enough. No pressure less than Swiss's quivering, warm hole itself would do right now.

Dew shudders through his very much ruined orgasm, gasping and cursing with each pathetic squirt that pools at the base of Swiss's spine. Every inch of him burns, no relief to be found. His stomach still twists with the urge to claim, to breed, and the growl that bubbles up in his chest is completely involuntary.

Dew lines up and pushes back into Swiss's slick, velvety hole all at once, and howls. The heat of him is searing, Dew's cock so horribly oversensitive that he can hardly stand it. He hunches over Swiss's broad back, choking on the strangled moan the other ghoul gives him.

He drools onto Swiss's sweaty spine when the other ghoul clamps down around him. It's entirely too much, it makes him feel ill, but the urgency only grows. In the back of Dew's mind he knows it'll be a while before his body has more to give. Knows that his knot is still in the process of deflating, that his mindless rutting will get him nothing but more beautiful agony.

"Hold it this time," Dew rasps, adjusting his grip on Swiss's hips. Pushing him into a deeper arch that makes his hole look extra stretched. Dew winces. "Keep me inside, lemme - fuck, lemme fuckin' fill you up, you gotta-"

"Please," Swiss slurs, fucked out and groggy. The sound of his hand on his cock, loud and wet, complements the slap of his hips against Swiss's ass. He's on orgasm number three, Dew thinks. Working on milking out a fourth and clearly having difficulty.

Still, he begs. Dew loves that about him.

"Please, please give it to me." Swiss looks at him over his shoulder, and Dew sees real desperation in his golden eyes. "Get it deep inside, make my belly hot."

Oh the sound Dew makes at that.

"Yeah," he breathlessly agrees, sweat dripping from his nose to join the spot he's been drooling on. Dew wants to drag he tongue through it - so he does. Laps at Swiss's skin like a thirsty dog while his hands roam from Swiss's hips to his stomach. "Gonna get you so fuckin' fat with me."

He sinks his fingertips into the softness of Swiss's belly, arms tight around his waist, and then he's humping like a dog too. A bestial slave to the need burning through him.

"They're all gonna see," he pants, throbbing with every clench of Swiss's walls. "Swiss they're all gonna know -"

"That I'm yours," Swiss finishes for him.

And, well, Dew doesn't remember much after that.

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[armyghoul]

— Sathanas, Anti-Christ, spiritus non sancti.

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aether calls mountain ‘bunny’ because of the way the earth ghoul will sometimes scrunch up his nose and subconsciously wiggle it when he’s finished a particularly excellent strain of his own weed.

rain calls mountain ‘bunny’ because of how sensitive the earth ghoul’s ears are, and how much longer and bigger and fluffier they are in comparison to the rest of their pack.

swiss calls mountain ‘bunny’ because of the way mountain’s legs will kick and his hips will shake underneath swiss’ palms as his cock slides in and out of the earth ghoul’s gaping cunt as they fuck for the eighth round that night because someone doesn’t know how to call it quits after the fifth round like a normal ghoul—

[armyghoul]

Desperately need y’all to see this too, idk when I’ll be able to draw like this again 😓😓

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I would LOVE to see Phantom ghoul in a cheerleading outfit!! Either all super excited and cheery, or nervous!!! Whatever appeals to you the most!!! And ofc, this is /nf!! just a silly thing i would love to see!!

(i apologize if ive already sent a question asking this… im desperate /nsx and asking so many ghoulie artists :()

I HAVENT EVER DRAWN A PHANTOM DESIGN SO THIS TOOK KINDA LONG AS HELL, and i still don’t know if i like it or not but-

PHANTOM CHEERLEADER 📣‼️ he is absolutely slaying it and looking GREAT, thank u for the ask!!!! this was actually sm fun to plan out and sketch (even tho the outfit is stupid simple) I LOVE HIM SM 🫶🫶

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I would LOVE to see Phantom ghoul in a cheerleading outfit!! Either all super excited and cheery, or nervous!!! Whatever appeals to you the most!!! And ofc, this is /nf!! just a silly thing i would love to see!!

(i apologize if ive already asked this question to u, i mightve… im desperate /nsx and asking too many ghoulie artists)

he doesn’t hate it he just hates that he got forced to

thank u for ur request

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I would LOVE to see Phantom ghoul in a cheerleading outfit!! Either all super excited and cheery, or nervous!!! Whatever appeals to you the most!!! And ofc, this is /nf!! just a silly thing i would love to see!!

✦ of course.

[armyghoul]

My little headcanon is that Dew's voice changed and became raspier, a little more hoarse, when he became a fire ghoul. He doesn't sing around people anymore.

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If you are a fan fic writer and you're alright with people making fan art of your fic, reblog this 💚

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why are people so weird. how does something like this even concern them??? someones issues have literally nothing to do with you. being a system already sucks enough, i dont know what the point of adding onto the stress of being a system benefits you in any way. anyways. don't be like this freakazoid. mind ur own biz.

You're a fake system 🥰🥰🥰 OSDD Systems are not real. Only DID Systems are real sorry. 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Hi i wasn't aware you were my psychologist who... diagnosed us as an OSDD System.

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its rude to reblog things from people you arent mutuals with fyi. :/

💀 my brother in christopher

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Kinktober #18: Boot Worship

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Cumulus/Mountain

Summary: Mountain hates wearing his new boots. He does, however, like the way Cumulus looks in hers.

Contains: Trans Mountain, cunt and dick used for what he's working with, a bit of praise kink, Cumulus being very sweet to her boy.

Read under the cut or on AO3!

Cumulus can feel the weight of his eyes on her long before she turns to look back. She adjusts the cape over her shoulder, staring at her reflection as she takes in her newly tailored uniform.

"Looks good, doesn't it, darling?" She says, turning to meet the eyes of the ghoul standing in the doorway.

Mountain's green eyes are wide, jaw slack, lips just barely parted. He's looking downward, and Cumulus would teasingly comment about him staring at her ass if she didn't notice he was staring lower. The earth ghoul gulps, dragging his eyes up from her boots to meet her eyes. "You look very good, hummingbird. Very, very good."

Cumulus laughs brightly, throwing her bright blue cape over her shoulder as she gives him a little twirl. "I do like these new uniforms. Have you had yours fitted yet?"

Mountain takes a long moment to answer, eyes flicking downwards as he tries to keep her gaze. "I have," he breathes, approaching her slowly, shutting the door behind him. "Don't look nearly as good as you do, Cue."

She grins at him. "I'll be the judge of that, Mount."

"I hate the fucking boots, I'll tell you that," He says, wiping his hand over his mouth. "You look very good in them, though. Though you look good in everything."

Cumulus puts a palm to her chest, tilting her head as she looks up at him. "You're such a sweetheart, Mounty. Why don't you show me?"

Mountain's eyebrows shoot up his forehead, and his cheeks flush dark. "Show you what?" He breathes, and they both know he knows full well what she's talking about.

She smiles fondly at him, pointing at the ground between her new, shiny black boots. Mountain keens, taking one more giant step towards her. "Yes," he breathes. "How do you want me, hummingbird?"

"Do you think you could get off on them?" Cumulus asks curiously. "Grind your pretty cunt on 'em, make 'em all nice and shiny?"

The moan that escapes him rumbles through his chest, and she can almost feel the vibration of how low it is. She grins, reaching up and pulling his face down to kiss him sweetly. She eyes him up and down, heart flipping at the dazed expression on his face. "Strip for me, darling, as much as you're comfortable, and get on your knees for me."

He smiles, hands furiously working at the ties of his pants. "Of course, Cue." He strips down, and Cumulus sighs as the earthy musk smell of his arousal hits her full force.

"You already wet for me, darling?" She hums as he settles down on his knees, bare except for the tape across his chest, so tall that his head sits level with her breasts. "You smell good, must want to hump my boots real bad."

He blushes deeper, tail smacking against the floor as he wags it. "Yeah, I do."

She presses one of her feet out in invitation. "Go ahead, baby. Make yourself feel good."

Mountain spreads his thighs, sinking lower until his cunt presses against the vamp of her boot. He groans, slumping forward and pressing his forehead to her sternum. Cumulus runs her fingers through his loose hair, pointed nails scraping against his scalp as he begins to rock his hips.

"Good boy," she coos. She can imagine the heat of his core through the leather, rocking her foot in counterpoint. He keens, muffled by her vest, as his dick rubs against the rough cord of her laces.

"Shit," he huffs, his giant hands wrapping around her thigh in an attempt to keep himself steady. "Shit, Cue, it feels so good."

She grins, feeling his hot breath as he pants into her chest. "You can't say you don't like the boots, baby, look how worked up they're making you."

"I like them on you, Cue," Mountain whines, hips moving in jerky thrusts. The leather is slick and shiny with his slick, easing the grind. "Don't like wearing 'em."

"Oh, but I bet you look so good in them, Mounty," She coos, tugging slightly at his hair so he has to look up at her. His eyes are glassy, face flushed and lips saliva slick. She wouldn't be surprised if there was a drool stain on her new vest, but it doesn't matter. "You always look so handsome in our stage uniforms. It'd be a shame. I want to see you all dressed up, make you all flushed and debauched like you are right now."

He whines, doubling the pace of his hips. The force of it nearly sends Cumulus off balance, but she stands her ground.

"Oh, are you going to cum for me, sweetheart?" Cumulus asks, watching as he humps her boot needily. "Make a big ol' mess of my new boots?"

Mountain keens, burying his face in her chest again. Cumulus watches, running her hands through his hair soothingly as Mountain's hips stutter, lose their pace, and the earth ghoul nearly screams."

"Shh, that's it, good boy," she whispers, leaning down to whisper in his ear as he works himself through his orgasm. "So good for me, darling. How're you feeling?"

Mountain laughs breathlessly into her chest. His forehead and hair are damp with sweat, and he takes a deep, shuddering breath before he answers, hips still twitching minutely. He kneels up off of her boot, taking the pressure off of his sensitive cunt. "Fuck, that felt good, Cue."

She cards her fingers through his hair, laughing as his ear twitches. "That's good, sweetheart. But we're not done."

Mountain's brow furrows, looking up at her, the unspoken question written in his eyes.

She glances down at her boot, sopping wet with slick and cum. "These are brand new, darling. You've made such a mess of them."

Mountain groans like he's been stabbed, and Cumulus grins wickedly.

"Clean up your mess, pretty boy."