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i will pay all the money to see dew marching tiny little stomps during twenties on the big screen

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GHOST MOVIE SPOILERS

She fucimng kills him D:

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I feel like no one sees my vision, so please do not feel bad if you don't either:

In my mind Phantom is actually not at all innocent and the others just assume he is because he's kinda quiet because he doesn't know them that well yet. But then one day he ends up in bed with Rain and Rain is thinking he's going to be naive and innocent, but once he tries to tease him Phantom is like; actually,

²¹⁾ “if you want to come, you’ll have to beg.”

And rain is like 👀 damn, guess I'm begging tonight...

I just think Rain and Dew would think "yeah we can fuck the newbie silly, have him wrapped around or fingers" but phantom would just fucking destroy them (beautifully and consensually).

I'm talking too much and not making much sense. I just really vibed with that sentence in the prompts...

I hope your day is going well and that if this prompt doesn't appeal to you you'll get some that do!! 💜

omg nonny how could i NOT write this??

i SEE the vision, i FEEL this vision, i hope this IS the vision!!!

²¹⁾ “if you want to come, you’ll have to beg.”

phantrain, top!phantom, bottom!rain, basically rain gets his world rocked

Rain and Phantom have been making out lazily in the water ghoul’s bed for hours. All hot puffs of air, lips tracing skin and soft breathy moans. 

Phantom’s a little bit of an enigma, floating from one ghoul to the next and leaving them all tight-lipped and refusing to share any details of their escapades. Even Dew, who he’d joked with about fucking Phantom silly and getting him cockdrunk on them, didn’t utter as much as a word about how he’d had the quint ghoul wrapped around his finger the other night. And Dew isn’t usually one to shy away from a good kiss and tell. 

If anything, it’s made Rain want this even more. To have the small ghoul pliable under his fingers, taking what he gives him and keening under his praise. It must really be an out of body experience if it’s left loud-mouthed Dew speechless. 

Rain let out a gasp as fingers brushed his hole, already stretched to take a few from earlier exploration. Phantom’s opening had received the same treatment, taking turns pushing each other open wide. Rain’s versatile, never opposed to a good dicking down, but mostly prefers being a top. Has imagined bending Phantom in on himself as Rain slams ruthlessly into him, needs it like he needs oxygen to breathe. 

Rain grasps his cock, moving slightly to hover in a position where he can drag it lazily around Phantom’s slick hole, moving in light circles and only applying the faintest hint of pressure. 

Faster than he can blink he’s being flipped over, pushed into the bed hard with Phantom wasting no time shoving his cock as far as he can into Rain, burying himself deeply. The sound that leaves Rain’s lips is partly surprised, coming out in a higher pitch than he’s ever heard himself make. His whole world view has shifted in the span of milliseconds and now he’s being filled up, pushed to his limits while Phantom’s dick brushes against the softest part of him. 

“If you want to come,” Phantom growls, licking a fat stripe up Rain’s neck, nipping slightly at the tender skin. “You’ll have to beg.”

Rain’s cock jumps at the command, pre splashing onto his stomach as he looks up in genuine surprise at the tiny ghoul above him. He doesn’t look so tiny now, crowding Rain with his hands slightly above his shoulders, face inches from his own, and his cock carving its own home inside Rain’s asshole. 

“S-shit,” Rain breathes, clenching down on the thing filling him up completely. This is… unexpected. Rain has built this fantasy up over the last few weeks, painstakingly creating layers of exactly how this would play out, never once considering this turn of events. It’s almost too much all at once, the sensation, the mental and physical somersault he’s just been victim to. 

But Rain’s versatile, can roll with the proverbial punches. So, he mentally shrugs while physically bearing down on the cock splitting him open. 

Looks like I’m begging tonight. 

-

It’s early the next morning when Rain enters the kitchen, slowly easing his way onto the chair, lower body on fire from the way Phantom absolutely ruined him last night. 

Dew’s up, sipping at his scalding hot coffee and eyeing Rain’s movements with a calculating look. He grabs Rain a mug of his own, making it the way the water ghoul prefers before taking a seat and sliding it across the table to him. Rain blushes as he offers his thanks, taking a sip of the beverage. 

“So… Phantom?” Dew ventures, a knowing smirk dancing across his face. If possible, Rain blushes even harder, eyes widening as he tries to look anywhere but at the fire ghoul taunting him from the other side of the table. The fucker knew this was how it’d go down and didn’t even give a ghoul a curtesy warning. 

Phantom enters the kitchen quietly, making his way to the refrigerator, letting a hand float out to drag across Rain’s shoulders as he props open then fridge door. Rain’s skin burns where the touch lingers like a ghost, truly wishing the ground would open up and swallow him back to the pit in this particular moment. 

As if it couldn’t get any worse, he sees Swiss making his way down the hallway, face splitting into a grin as he surveys the water ghoul.

“Phantom took you for a ride, yeah?” 

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Hi Liss! A while back, I read a fic where (I think) Dew had a fear of heights and (I think) Rain shoved his head out a high window while he fucked him. I haven't been able to find it again and I would REALLY LIKE TO. Is there any chance you know which one I mean? 👉👈

Ooooh yes, Anon! I think you’re looking for View From The Spire by the very wonderful @dewedup.

You can also bookmark it and leave comments/kudos on AO3 here!

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MOUNTAIN MOODBOARD

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Big, cuddly ghoul

Tip jar

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*meanwhile in the den* Phantom: ...all odd numbers have an "e" in them Rain: Phantom, it's 3am Phantom: ..... Phantom: t-h-r-e-e Swiss: f-i-v-e Phantom: s-e-v-e-n Swiss: o-n-e Dew: GO TO S-L-E-E-P BEFORE YOU GET B-E-A-T

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👀👀👀 any teasers or crumbs you could share with the class?

happy tall dirt boy march!

sharing is caring, i suppose 😘

this post from @divine-misfortune has been living rent free in my head for months and i’ve finally decided to act on it

in honour of dirt boy, have a little taste 👅

~

Mountain pulls the ends of the vines, tying them together into a knot, being cautious of the thorns sprinkled around the stalk. He moves to go over to the other wrist but a sigh makes him pull back, raising an eyebrow quizzically at the fire ghoul before him.

“Fucking tighter Mount, you think these little thorns are going to stop me from wrecking you?” Dew chides, but his commanding tone only leads Mountain to roll his eyes at him in slight annoyance.

His hackles raise at the lack of respect from the mouthy ghoul before him, but he begrudgingly agrees with what Dew said.

Mountain intends on doing this his way.

The whole reason they were here, in the vine-covered corner of the greenhouse, is because Mountain said he wanted a turn being in charge.

He should have known Dew wouldn’t back down so easily.

“Shut the fuck up, Dew.” Mountain reminds him, reaching down to tighten the previous restraint he’d created. He tugs harder than before, pulling until Dew sucks in a sharp breath. A bright red bead bubbles out of the skin of Dew’s wrist, where a thorn has dug in and made itself at home. Mountain’s eyes follow the movement of the drop of blood, watching it swell until it trails down the skin, leaving a crimson path in its wake.

Before he can even comprehend the thoughts running through his head, Mountain leans forward, licking a stripe along the mess, a proverbial treasure trail for him, and him alone.

Dew swallows audibly, his tongue darting out to trace his lips as Mountain looks at him from under his lashes, nose still nuzzled close to the source of the blood. A lazy smirk spreads across Dew’s face, eyes alight with mischief as he takes in the scene.

“What a good little slut,” Dew coos. “Taking whatever piece of me you can get. So damn needy.”

Mountain ignores how his cock jumps at the pretty little words in favour of letting annoyance and disdain colour his facial features.

“I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut?” Mount snaps, eyes roaming his surroundings as Dew starts to chuckle.

“Don’t pretend like this doesn’t turn you on. I can see how excited you are. Just admit that I’m superior, that no one can take care of you like I do. I’ll even let you keep one of my hands tied up and still-“

“Aha!” Mountain exclaims, excitedly bouncing over to the other side of the greenhouse. Dew huffs, mildly annoyed at being interrupted, but Mountain continues to ignore him as a plan roots in his head. He plucks a ripe, red apple, spitting on it before wiping it clean with his shirt.

“A snack? Are you serious?” Dew cries out, gesturing to the apple before pointing at himself. “I’m a whole damn meal. You need to save room for what I’m about to-“

Dew’s cut off for the second time. It just so happens to be by the fruit Mountain shoves into his mouth. He shouts in surprise, though it’s extremely muffled by the apple, which is keeping his mouth open wider than necessarily comfortable.

“Much better,” Mountain grins, returning to his task of tying the vines, his heartbeat racing faster with every dulled noise of protest Dew releases as the thorns push incessantly into his skin.

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Omg what about femdom cumulus and sub mountain

what if i put these together? 😈😈😈

1k of cumulus/mountain involving a strap-on and mountain referring to cumulus as Mistress under the cut!

Cumulus is tired.

With the fall equinox right around the corner, the sudden change in air pressure grates at her nerves. The chill carries through the wind, settling deep in her bones, aching in a way that no amount of outside influence can begin to nurse. But at the same time her body craves movement, to desperately try and work the stiffness out of her joints.

“Lussy,” Mountain moans pleadingly from behind her, buried to the hilt and panting heavily as his hands grip her hips for some kind of tether. Cumulus shakes her head, surprised at how lost in thought she’d gotten with the massive cock filling every inch of her. She tilts her hips slightly and growls at feeling the head of Mountain’s cock caress her inner walls. She clenches tauntingly around him, her cunt squeezing him for all his worth. Mountain releases a punched-out moan at her teasing, his hips jerking slightly, seeking some kind of friction.

“Ah, ah, ah. You know the rules Mounty.” Cumulus purrs, reaching behind her head until her hand finds purchase in Mountain’s hair. She chitters softly as she brushes her fingers across his horns, petting him softly. A hiss escapes Mountain’s lips as she brings her fingers together in a firm grip, her claws digging painfully into his scalp.

Apologies tumble from Mountain’s lips like a prayer, beads of sweat forming at the effort it takes to keep his hips still.

“You’re lucky to be anywhere near my pussy. You should be thanking Satan for being inside of me, you greedy little ghoul.” Cumulus emphasizes each sentence with another squeeze of her cunt. Mountain’s cock twitches pathetically inside of her, the stretch of him already pushing her close to the edge of oblivion.

As tired as she is, she still isn’t in the mood to go easy on Mountain. He’s been relentlessly supportive the last few weeks, always paying special attention to her and Cirrus when he knows the effects of seasonal change. He, himself, is already going through a lot with the end of season harvest, the extra demands from the clergy of the resident earth ghoul. They both need this, need each other to help give them sweet release.

“Lussy, please baby, I need to move,” Mountain’s breathy whine hits Cumulus right in the cunt, slick gushing out of her at the desperation in his voice. Fuck, something about having this monster of a man begging for her, knowing he’d get on his knees if she said the word, brings her more pleasure than even his well-endowed cock ever could.

“I hate it when you beg without being told to,” she snarls, reaching a leg back and hooking it around Mountain’s thigh. She pulls him further into her heat, his pelvis burying deep into her ass cheeks as she clenches around him as hard as she can. Mountain chokes out a howl, his claws digging into her hips as he fights tooth and nail to stave off his own orgasm. Cumulus bites into her lip, stifling the whimper that threatens to push itself out of her mouth.

“That’s enough, you can pull out now.” She growls, the disdain in her tone pulling a strained sob from the ghoul. Mountain takes a second to gather himself before he slowly withdraws from her tight hole, the head of his cock tugging deliciously at her entrance, making stars flash before her closed eyelids.

“Thank you, Mistress.” Mountain bows his head as he stays kneeled on the bed behind her. Cumulus rolls over to sit on her own knees, taking her time to turn around and face him. He keeps his hands planted firmly on his thighs, his cock glistening with her juices, throbbing a deep red colour.

“Come here, baby.” She coos, stretching her legs out so Mountain can lay on her thighs, his cock brushing against her leg as he presents his ass to her. Cumulus gives him a second to adjust, running her claws through the hair that covers his cheeks, fingering it softly. Once she feels the ghoul relax, she raises her hand and brings it back down, a sharp smack echoing throughout the quiet room. The sound is accompanied by a high pitch keen, pre smearing across her thigh as he ruts pathetically into her leg. She punishes him with another spank, her palm tingling with the force of the hit. She flexes her fingers over his cheek, her claws scratching lightly against the skin.

She knows he’s close, she can feel the way his cock kicks against her with every touch. With the way her cunt clenches around nothing, she knows she won’t last very long either.

“Be a doll and grab Mistress your favourite toy,” she leans down to purr in his ear, giving his ass one last pat as he jumps to attention, eagerly making his way over to Cumulus’ treasure chest. His eyes light up as he turns around to present her with the giant strap-on he prefers, the closest she could find to mirror his own meaty cock. She stands before the bed, letting Mountain secure the straps and check the fit before rubbing his horns affectionately as she stares down at him.

“Wet it for me.” She commands, and he does exactly that, wrapping his lips around the silicone dildo, gazing up at her from under his lashes as he moves up and down on the toy. Cumulus smiles affectionately as she reaches for her bedside table, grabbing the lube they used earlier to open him up for this.

With a flick of her head, Mountain rises to his feet, bending himself over the footboard of her bedframe. Cumulus slicks up the dildo, using the excess coating her fingers to make sure Mountain is still good and ready for her.

She wastes no time lining up and pushing in, slowly working her way until she's buried completely inside him. She can feel the heat of his hole through the fabric of the strap on, basking in the filthy moans he makes below her, his body coiled tight with how close he is.

“Not until I tell you.” She whispers, leaning down to speak in his ear. She licks a strip along his earlobe as she starts canting her hips, setting a brutal pace as her tongue fucks in and out of his ear in time with her movements. Mountain babbles incoherently in Ghoulish as she keeps the pressure, bottoming out with every thrust. She’s soaking through the toy holder, her own praise and dirty words falling from her lips.

“Now,” she commands, biting down on the juncture where his neck meets his shoulders, the tang of his sweat mixing with her saliva as she lavishes the spot with her tongue. Mountain lets out a powerful roar as he shoots his load on to her bedsheets, letting every ghoul in the vicinity know exactly what they’re getting up to.

Cumulus goes to remove her straps as she pulls out of the ghoul, fingers fumbling in anticipation as she can feel her climax within reach. Impatience hits and she’s using her claws to slice off the ties, an unfortunate casualty that will be resolved later. The only thing on her mind is coming all over the spent ghoul before her.

Mountain rolls over, making grabby hands in his post-orgasm bliss, eyes heavy as he reaches to bring her to him. Cumulus grasps his hands in her own, pinning them to the bed as she straddles his thighs, slipping his rapidly softening cock into her dripping cunt. Mountain yelps at the overstimulation, tightening his grip on her hands as Cumulus ignores his protests, grinding furiously into the earth ghoul as she chases her own completion. A scream leaves her as the orgasm tears through her, squirting in his lap, drenching them both, as well as the sheets beneath them.

She leans forward to rest her forehead against his, sharing the same oxygen as their chests heave, gasping desperately for breath.

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would you be so kind as to provide us with a Mountain sick-fic bc I have the Flu and I'm projecting on my tall guy 😔🙏

please enjoy sick!Mount, pack dynamics, tour travel, and a concerned Zephyr 🖤🖤🖤

as per usual a huge and loving thank you to @jimothybarnes for betaing and making me feel like I wrote the next great novel 🥰

(i may or may not have started a part two of possessive mount breaking zeph's heat when he's feeling better, it ties into the ending of this one so if that's something anyone's interested in reading let me know!)

1.8k of fluff, comfort and cuteness below the cut or on AO3 HERE

It starts with a tickle in the back of his throat. Mountain finds himself clearing it periodically throughout the day, but never getting rid of the foreign feeling when he swallows. It’s a small thing though, something he can push to the back of his mind while he focuses on sound checks, travelling and performing- basically everything related to being on tour.

He wakes up a day or two later and feels exhausted. His bones ache, his brain is foggy, the cold grip of a headache approaching from the edge of his consciousness. The tickle has doubled down in its presence, now tender and sore with every breath, word, or swallow. He feels like getting hit by a vehicle on the highway they’re driving down would be swifter and less painful than the illness working its way through his immune system.

He’s like a zombie, sleepwalking through the motions. Luckily, it’s just a travel day, spent moving from their last location to the next venue. He’s stuck on the bus for the entirety of the day, tries to spend time out in the lounge area with everyone else. But Phantom is loud and overly excited, peering through the window in utter delight as he points out the unofficial eighth wonder of the world.

They’re driving past the Grand Canyon, which honestly isn’t that grand, Mountain’s seen bigger canyons in Hell. Being a ghoul of the earth means he’s very fluent in geographic abnormalities, erosion and rocks. Instead of giving Phantom a lesson in his rocky background, which Swiss seems to be anticipating, if the roll of his eyes as he looks at Mountain is any indication, Mountain simply pats Phantom on the shoulder. He mutters good ghoul under his breath, and retreats to the sleeping bunks.

His rest is pitiful, he’s hot and sweaty, then he’s kicking the blankets off only to be greeted with a chill that seeps into his bones, limbs shaking at the abrupt changes in temperature. He never succumbs to complete sleep, lingering in a half-state of lethargy and just feeling poorly.

It might be minutes, hours or days later, when he feels a cool hand press against his forehead. He’s hallucinating now, because it feels like the hand of his mate, the same one that’s still at home, a disgusting amount of distance between them. He knows it’s not real, their sweet scent of licorice and fresh linen doesn’t fill his nostrils. But then again, he’s pretty congested, hasn’t been able to smell anything in the last day and a half.

Mountain whines as the touch moves from his forehead, shifting down to his equally heated cheek and offering the tiniest bit of respite from the fever. He’s sweating again, wants to rip his own skin off to escape the burning inside of him, when a light breeze seemingly appears from nowhere. It dances across his body, giving him the first sense of relief since he laid down in his bunk.

“Pietra,” the demon caressing his face coos, and Mountain truly must have died and went to Hell, because there’s only one soul who calls him the Italian word for stone.

He squints open an eye, meeting the concerned face of his mate.

“Zeph?” Mountain’s voice wobbles, cracking on the singular word, as tears threaten to fall. Zephyr takes a second to assess their situation before climbing right into the bunk beside Mountain, pulling their mate close.

Mountain rests his head on Zephyr’s chest as he lets out a few pathetic sniffles, mainly just feeling sorry for himself.

“We’re at the hotel, love. The others went inside, they didn’t want to wake you. My flight landed early so I’ve been here for a bit, setting up our nest.”

Nest. That’s right, in Mountain’s deteriorated state he forgot Zephyr was scheduled to go into heat any day now. The Ministry opted long ago to pay for a flight for them if Mountain was away, rather than deal with an aggravated air ghoul who would take their frustrations out on the abbey and all who stumbled across their path.

If Mountain let out a few extra tears at the thought of his mate, already on edge from their own rising hormones, putting their needs aside to care for him, well, neither of them speak on it.

Eventually, Zephyr convinces Mountain to leave the safety of the bunk and retreat to their hotel room. It involves a lot of gentle encouragement and a few filthy promises for when he’s feeling better. Mountain can’t smell anything, so he misses the slight bite to Zeph’s scent, the telltale sign of the beginning of a heat that they push down forcibly with sheer willpower, knowing Mountain is in no shape to fulfill their needs at this moment.

They share a bath, slightly hotter than Zephyr would prefer, but the steam helps to clear Mountain’s congested airways and the warmth soothing the aching in his bones. It’s intimate in a nonsexual way, how Zephyr lathers up a washcloth and takes their time rinsing the sweat and sickness from Mountain’s skin.

Mountain’s soon dry and in his pyjamas, a steady hand at the small of his back guiding him to the bed in the centre of the hotel room. True to their word, Zephyr had created a fine nest, bringing blankets from their den at home to create a soft spot for them to connect with each other. Mountain falls into the pile, burrowing his way to the perfect spot and collapsing into the down pillows.

Zephyr seamlessly joins Mountain, wrapping their arms around him in a big spoon position. It is something Mountain usually takes up in their shared bed, but his need for comfort is apparent and Zephyr isn’t too put out by getting to hold their mate in their arms like this.

Mountain falls asleep to the soft hums vibrating from Zephyr’s chest, his own purrs mixing in at the same tempo, every single part of their being made for each other.

_________

Mountain wakes up, lying awkwardly on a couch too small for his big frame. He’s confused, disoriented, and doesn’t remember where he is for far longer than he’d like to admit.

His brain feels foggy, his eyes landing on a bottle of water left on the table in front of him, the condensation having dripped to the table, creating a small puddle of liquid around the container.

The bottle brings back the memory of Zephyr braiding his hair on this very couch, enthusiastically agreeing with Rain as the water ghoul tried to force some cold medication in Mountain’s mouth. He remembers putting up a good struggle, managing to knock Rain back a few steps before Dew intervened. With Zephyr yanking on his hair, tilting his head back and Dew lying on top of him, bodily restraining his movements, Rain was able to slide home a few of the abnormally large pills. Mountain fought valiantly, but Rain pulled a demonic move covering his mouth and pinching his nose until he was forced to swallow, begrudgingly and with a promise of murder in his eyes. 

Apparently, the cold medication was exactly what he needed. While he isn’t at one hundred percent, he feels the best he can remember feeling for the last week. His achy bones are no more, and he can even breathe through his nose a little, picking up the lingering scent of his mate all over his body.

A loud noise from out the hallway catches his attention, and Mountain realizes that he had the best nap of his life in the green room of the venue they were set to perform at tonight.

Except, no one else is hustling around in the usual pre-show panic.

The green room is usually filled with excitement and adrenaline, packed with bodies, as Swiss hogs the mirror to apply his black lipstick. But it’s empty, the remnants of the pre-show hurricane evident.

Mountain hears the opening rift of Kaisarion and bolts up from the couch, looking around wildly for his costume, but it’s nowhere to be found. He can’t believe they didn’t wake him up, what the actual fuck is going on. 

He gets to the side of the stage much quicker than he would have in the state he was mere hours ago, looking out from the wings as his band feeds the energy to the crowd before them.

His eyes shift over his pack, watching as they back up Papa who’s already pandering to the sea of people. A crash of cymbals pulls his attention to the back middle stage, to his drum set.

It’s like a punch to his gut, but in the best way possible, seeing who is undeniably his mate, in his costume, playing his kit.

Zephyr isn’t a small statured ghoul by any means, it’s just that Mountain’s well… Mountainous.

His costume fits his mate poorly, they’ve rolled the arms up, displaying the sleeves of delicate illustrations depicting the fall of Christ, ink woven in their skin that Mountain has spent countless hours admiring. The pant legs bunch up where they fall, too much extra material with nowhere else to go.

Mountain’s heart skips a beat when he realizes Zephyr is shoeless, exactly how he normally performs.

It shouldn’t surprise him that Zeph is a natural, they’ve spent long hours in the rehearsal room with Mountain, watching him work through tricky sections or just putting his own twist on Papa’s work. He’s filled with love, admiration, and just an all-around feeling of mine while watching his mate perform with his pack.

Mountain eventually just settles on the ground of the side stage, sitting cross-legged and just enjoying the show from his secret little viewpoint. He laughs along with the jokes Papa pulls out of his ass, his smile unshakeable as he watches Dew tease Rain from this angle. Swiss is chaotic, he usually only sees him leave his platform from the corner of his eye, unsure of what exactly the multi ghoul gets up to, but now he has his answers. He’s usually so focused on his own performance he doesn’t get the chance to just sit and watch the magic happen, and it is magical, the atmosphere they craft together and the beautiful music they create.

During Miasma, Zephyr opts out of a solo in favour of handing Dew and Phantom a drumstick each. Mountain grins wildly, watching lovingly as Zeph orchestrates with their free hands while keeping rhythm with the kick drum. They encourage Dew and Phantom to bang away at the snare and cymbals, Mountain cringing slightly at the force of some of the hits. A little wear and tear won’t tarnish the memory working its way into the deep recesses of his brain though, as the utter joy and happiness bubbles over into a delighted, trilling laugh when Zeph tosses him a smirk and secret little wave.

[dewedup]

black bass prequelle rain pick blep and finger picking fucking pantera this one has it all

[dewedup]

EMO BOY RAIN PLEASE

a fresh order of rulti including emo rain and boot kink swiss being degenerates while the rest of the pack sleeps down the hallway, i hope you enjoy it bestie 🖤

1.6k of bratty rain and a weak-willed swiss under the cut

Rain was being more quiet than usual. Sometimes they just go through these phases, sulking around, there but not present. But Swiss can’t really recall the last time Rain spoke a single word. No one questions it, they just let them continue, sitting in the corner with their headphones and Doc Martens, tapping the toes of the boots along to the rhythm.

Swiss keeps his eyes glued to the leather's movement, cursing the day the boots Rain ordered online finally arrived, coincidentally the very same day Swiss lost his sanity. If he thought the stage boots were hazardous to his health, the lanky water ghoul stomping around in their ripped skinny jeans and Docs was the nail in his coffin.

The chipped black polish covering Rain’s nails begs for attention, currently wrapped around their phone, beating in time with the music.

Swiss feels himself harden slightly at the sight.

If he has to spend one more night on this Satan-cursed bus, he's going to end up bending Rain over the arm of the couch and fucking the brat silly. He catches himself from moaning loudly as Rain leans forward, licking their thumb, and using it to buff a mark off the toe of their boot. He clears his throat loudly, gaining some attention, but just shrugs it off, his brain melting and swirling down the drain.

One more fucking night.

As it turns out, Lucifer has plans for Swiss. Which basically involves everyone else calling it a night early, leaving himself and Rain as the only ghouls left standing. Swiss almost goes to call it a night himself but catches the way Rain raises their eyebrows in a taunting sort of manner.

And fuck if he’s not one to back down from a challenge.

So that’s how he finds himself sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn between him and Rain, the latest overrated action film playing on the TV before them. Swiss could give less of a fuck about what's going on in the movie, instead intently watching the water ghoul from the corner of his eye.

The popcorn sits untouched between them. He even used the white cheddar topping that Rain usually goes feral over, but not once does he see them reach a hand over to grab some kernels.

Weird, Swiss thinks. Come to think of it, he can’t remember seeing Rain eat a single meal in the last few weeks. Sure, they were there, food on their plate, but none of it entered their mouth. Even during some of their more angsty sulks, Rain would never turn down popcorn.

Rain yawns beside him and Swiss sees something in their mouth glinting in the darkness. He’s moving before he even realizes it, his hand clamping down tightly on Rain’s chin like a vice.

“What was that?” He demands, prepared to force the water ghoul’s mouth open if he doesn’t get the correct response. Rain’s eyes burn a hole in his, their top lip rising slightly as they snarl up at him.  

“Fuck you,” Rain manages to spit out around the claws digging into their cheeks. And that does it. Swiss is wrenching open their mouth, his own jaw dropping as he sees the silver ball resting on Rain’s slightly swollen tongue, shiny with saliva and looking absolutely dangerous.

“When the fuck did you get that?” Swiss means to sound more in control, intimidating even, but the words come out as a whine. He’s a mess, cock heavy and hard in his sweats, soaking the fabric with pre while he manhandles the water ghoul. The very pissed off water ghoul, might he add.

“None of your Lucifer-damned business,” Rain hisses, shoving none-too-gently at the ghoul above them. Swiss lets go of their jaw, forgetting how hard he was holding until he sees them reach up and rub their tender, stubble-covered chin. He has an apology locked and loaded, ready to roll off his tongue when Rain lashes out with hidden strength, throwing Swiss off balance and sending him crashing to the floor. He barely has a second to reorient himself before Rain snaps up to tower above him, lifting their leg to rest a boot on Swiss’ chest, pushing him back down to the floor.

Swiss gulps audibly as his eyes trail down to see the shiny leather planted firmly on his chest, pinning him in place. Rain’s quick, they don’t miss the reaction or how Swiss can’t seem to take his eyes off the boot. If he could look up, he’d be greeted with the sight of an evil smirk pulling across Rain’s face.

“Spit on it,” Rain suggests from above, but the tone of their voice is far from suggestive. Swiss’ cock twitches at this little brat thinking they can tell him what to do, but he’s not going to succumb that easily. He opens his mouth to tell Rain exactly where they can shove their order, but the weight on his chest doubles, stealing his breath. Swiss chokes on absolutely nothing as he feels something pressing against his cock and balls, craning his neck uncomfortably to see Rain’s other boot moving jerkily over his erection.

The water ghoul falters slightly, putting all their trust in their ability to balance on a single boot, a foot that’s already balancing atop Swiss’ heaving chest. He reaches up quickly, wrapping strong hands around Rain’s ankle, anchoring them to their home on his chest. The pressure is almost too much, painful along the edges, but the light touches down below make it bearable.

Half out of his mind, and insanely horny, Swiss isn’t sure what overcomes him because in the next second he’s gathering saliva in his mouth and spitting onto the boot pressing into his chest. Rain snickers cruelly from above him, Swiss choosing to ignore it as he glances up from under his lashes, watching and waiting for the next move. He’s in no position to make demands currently, but longingly flicks his eyes over to the edge of the couch he’d previously thought of bending Rain over. He feels Rain’s gaze follow his own, but sees them shake their head.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” Rain coos, ceasing contact with his cock, placing their other foot back on the ground and alleviating some of the pressure on his chest. Swiss inhales deeply into the new room he's been given, not taking it for granted. Rain bends at the waist, reaching out with their thumb and swiping at the spit. They make a tsking noise as they lean over so they’re hovering above Swiss’ face, watching him silently for a second.

Swiss opens his mouth obediently, fully prepared to accept his own spit back, but instead his eyes widen as Rain brings the thumb to their own mouth, lips wrapping around the digit. Swiss lets out a strangled moan as he watches the debauchery, cock kicking painfully in his pants. He can’t take it anymore; he reaches down and frees himself from the pre-soaked sweats. Rain watches but says nothing, eyes simply taking in the act of Swiss stroking his cock furiously as they stand over him.

“Can I-please, your boot?” Swiss pleads, words falling blindly from his mouth. He knows he is being nonsensical, unable to explain exactly what he needs. But Rain seems to get it. They nod, slowly sliding the boot up his chest, his shirt bunching up with the movement and following. As soon as it's close enough Swiss is craning his neck, his chin digging painfully into his chest as he lavishes the leather with licks, kissing where he can. Rain moans softly above him, their hand moving to palm themselves over their pants.

Swiss’ orgasm rips from him, hot come spurting over his newly exposed stomach as he releases a depraved moan. Rain bites their lip to stifle a cry at how Swiss falls apart beneath them. They whip out their own cock, stroking it vigorously. Swiss doesn’t let himself lay and watch. He needs to be an active participant. He shakily raises to his knees, shuffling around until he’s directly in front of Rain, looking up at them from underneath his lashes.

Rain groans as Swiss wraps his lips around their cock, their claws digging into his scalp as Swiss bobs up and down, taking as much as he can until it’s hitting the back of his throat. He doesn’t stop there though, trying hard to open further, sucking Rain as deep as he can get them. It’s worth the lack of oxygen and the tickle of his gag reflex to hear the way they cry out above him.

Rain gives a pathetically weak warning tug to Swiss’ hair that just pushes the ghoul to double down, tears filling his eyes as he presses his nose into the neatly trimmed hair at the base of Rain’s cock. Rain’s come hits his tongue and Swiss fights every instinct to swallow it, waiting patiently for them to empty themselves into his hot mouth. When they finally pull back Swiss stares up at them, sticking his tongue out slightly, showing them the treat he collected for them.

Rain stares wistfully at Swiss’ mouth, but sticks their tongue out in return, the piercing still glinting in the moonlight.

“Don’t want it to get infected.” Rain adds dejectedly, watching with envy as Swiss shrugs, taking his time to swallow the come in his mouth, making a real show of it, even darting his tongue out to catch any leakage. Rain groans at the sight, tucking themselves back into their pants and pulling Swiss down the hallway to the bunks.

[dewedup]

CAUSE JESUS HE KNOWSS ME JESUS HE KNOWWWS MEE JESUS HE KNOWWWS MEEEE JESUS HE KNOWWWSSS MEEE JESUS HE KNOOWWWSS MEEEEEEE JESUS HE KNOWWWSSS MEEE JESUS HE KNOWS MEEE

[dewedup]

A compilation of Rain tripping and falling to show the reason why he was nicknamed that.

Video Credits: namelessghoul_air on Instagram

[dewedup]

love is blind (ghoul edition):

- swiss changes his voice every time he talks with someone and creates a new personality for every person he meets

- mountain falls asleep during a date with cumulus, but it really should be taken as a compliment that her voice is so melodic and soothing it lulled him into slumber

- aurora refuses another date with cirrus because she only ever wants to play the games in the pods with an aggressive competitiveness (and aurora hasn’t won a single one yet)

- dew clicks with rain in a matter of seconds, knows it’s the ghoul for him and demands to see him immediately, the coordinators try to explain the rules to him again, but in a fit of rage at being denied his future mate, dew burns down the wall between the pods to get to rain, the water ghoul apologizes profusely, greatly contrasting with the look of pride on his face

- aether is ready to call it quits when phantom mentions a ghoulette he met with earlier in the day, someone he thinks aether will click with, and that’s how he ends up meeting sunshine and instantly falls horn over heels

[dewedup]

GLOOMYYYY

Hi love you all the days 💙💙

MACADOODLE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!!! 🥰

how i’ve missed your endlessly beautiful words and presence in my askbox

how was your saturday? any fun plans this weekend? im feeling really good this weekend and i hope you are too my love 😍

[dewedup]

the reflection of the bass is making me soooo. unwell

cirrus

cr: Tommy Skøtt