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void...void what the fuck

elaborate

Well I dunno...

Phantom would be so desperate, too needy to even think about teasing. Honestly, if not for Swiss having a hand on the situation, he'd have just tugged his pants down and fucked him dry but of course Swiss isn't thinking entirely with his dick, only a little.

Snaps his teeth at Phantom and growls when he moves to touch him without permission, and poor Phantom sits there practically shaking like a leaf watching Swiss finger himself open. At least Swiss is nice enough to pet the spade of his tail over the underside of his cock, just to hold him over.

Think that Phantom begs to mount him properly when Swiss finally lets him crawl closer. Mouth dry, voice soft with an oddly innocent quality as he says it, and when Swiss asks why, well - "I want to make sure it takes, so nothing can drip out. You need to take all of it." and if that doesn't make Swiss' dick throb almost painfully...

Phantom pops that ruddy little head into him and nearly cries. Swiss might've prepped himself some, but not much, Phantom's cock wasn't big by any means and he wanted to be tight around him still. He just has to press in to the hilt, has to feel Swiss wrapped around every inch of him, and he's panting by the time their hips are flush.

Brain gone fuzzy with need he almost gets lost in it, Swiss has to give a little wriggle back against him to bring him to earth again. Has to remind Phantom "if you wanna breed me, gotta fuck it into me baby" and that's what sets him off.

Phantom's only upright for a few minutes, eventually he's folded over Swiss' back just barely pulling out to press back in. He never wants to leave the tight heat of his body, wants to live in this mind numbing bliss for the rest of his days. His claws rake little welts into Swiss' soft hips, and he'll feel a little bad about it later, but he can't seem to pull Swiss back to meet his thrusts hard enough.

Sooner or later the tears come, wet against his shoulder blade, Phantom weeps and begs and pleads as his knot starts to get pudgy. Barely catching but enough they can both feel it. Enough that Swiss is starting to unravel.

"Fuck - fuck, hells. Swiss, Swiss, please." He'd warble once his knot gets thick enough it truly tugs when he tries to pull out. "Gotta. Gotta let me. Tell me I can, need you to - tell me to breed you."

Honestly he can't even keep his voice level anymore, not when Phantom's hammering into him, pressing against that sweet spot that sends his brain offline. All he can manage is a string of yes's panted out into the sheets.

"T-Thank you, oh Belial. S'gonna be so good, you're gonna get so full with my litter. Keep you on my knot till you do, make you mine, change you, oh fuck Swiss I'm gonna-"

"Give it to me, shit, puppy - make me your bitch."

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Yeehaw

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Listen @hypnoneghoul you can't just drop a wonderful and heartwarming Swiss Cowboy being so smitten by transfem barmaid Mountain fic without expecting something from me!!!!! 🤠🫠

It's only a 5 minutes sketch there is more coming you better prepare!! 😤

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Okay okay got the zephrit brainrot now take this sloppy sketch of sleeping zephrit snugs

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Could you please draw Cumulus? I love how you draw her!!<3

Of course!! I'm gonna slide in a Nyx/Sunshine for the girlies ;|

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I was JUST looking through all your art and sighing wistfully, so it's extra wonderful to see you back! Could we get some celebratory dewther? :)))

Aether is enjoying Dew's info dump about the current rituals :)

full shot under readmore vvv

also i totally traced this couch i am terrible at furniture.

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when men get on their knees and wrap their arms around a woman’s hips, pressing their head against her stomach, worshiping her- as they should

anyway

this is about dew and cumulus

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cute lil pasties

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Phantom got his cunt filled once and now can't seem to function without a toy stuffed inside him, his hole was made for cock so why shouldn't it be filled with it constantly ?

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𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!

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it's that time of year once again, for the annual mushy may month of prompts! you'll see some repeats from last year, as well as many new ideas to choose from. any ghost artist/writer is welcome to participate in any capacity, as much or as little as you'd like!

this year, there is one prompt per day. additionally, there is a 'bonus prompts' list that you may use to "swap out" if you don't like the prompt for a given day.

happy creating, and don't forget to tag me so i can see ♥

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙮 ♥

cuteness aggression

late night snacks

massage

wound tending/first aid

animals

"you're blushing"

telling stupid jokes

sex turning into making love

warming them up

quiet nights

papa time (a day to get your favorite papa(s) in on the love!)

first time

"just wanted to hear your voice"

silly baby talk

painting on each other

cooking a special recipe

funny t-shirts

holding hands

confessions

gardening

can't stop laughing

long drives

morning coffee cuddles

acts of friendship

sharing a secret comfort item (i.e. a blanket, a pendant)

"you smell nice"

backstage shenanigans

collecting objects (i.e. rocks, seashells, location magnets)

girls night

by candlelight

looking at/taking pictures

BONUS PROMPS

vacations

gift giving

hide and seek

doing each others' makeup

long distance

coffee shop au

reminiscing

first kiss

jam session (ghost songs or not)

"shut up i'm taking care of you"

special thanks to @wrathofrats @chewbrry @miasmaghoul @coffeeghoulie @divine-misfortune and others for sending me prompts this year ♡

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i'm having ifrit forcemascing phantom ghoul thoughts again

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cirrus riding rain's tentacle while sitting on his lap, both of them so absolutely blissed out on weed and wine, so touchy and tactile and sloppily making out until rain cant take it anymore and he has to push her down on the bed and thrust into her so fast and desperate

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Aurora sitting sidesaddle in Rain's lap in the common room, looking casual as anything, but there's a blanket over the both of them because she has her skirt hiked up around her hips and Rain buried inside her. Idly chatting with Cumulus about nothing important, the others milling around, easy as can be - but Rain has his face smushed into her curls.

He was fine for a while - a long while, honestly - but he's been inside her for so long now, gone from hard to soft and back again, and he's just so warm and sensitive and he can feel how much pre he's leaking and how much more slippery she is inside than usual and it's driving him insane. He just wants to drag her to his chest, grip the backs of her knees and spread her wide so everyone can see how wet and red his cock has gotten and what he's going to do about it.

Aurora squeezes around him and Rain huffs into her hair. She slings an arm around his neck with a satisfied little giggle, pulls away just enough to see how dazed and pink Rain's face has gone. It shifts the angle of his cock just enough to make her gasp, enough to make Rain's stomach clench, and Aurora sounds far too pleased when she hums and leans in to kiss the tip of his nose.

"I think that's enough," she sighs, sounding the tiniest bit put upon. Pouty. Like Rain hasn't been able to feel her wiggle and clench and pulse for who knows how long now. He wonders how quickly she'll cum when he finally gets to really have her, and just the thought of her clamping down like that makes his balls draw up. "Have you learned your lesson about stealing my perfume?"

Aurora gives her hips a much more obvious roll and Rain jolts, eyes flying open when the move jostles their blanket and reminds him where they are. He rushes to still her before he makes a truly unfortunate noise, but -

"Where -"

"They all went to bed," Aurora giggles as Rain takes in the now-empty state of the common room.

"When -"

"Fifteen minutes ago. I was starting to think you'd never notice, so I figured I'd give you a little -"

The ghouletts squeezes around him and Rain makes a delightful choking sound.

"- encouragement," she finishes, and while some part of Rain knows he should try to hold in his whimper, every drop of blood in his body has long since abandoned his brain.

"Now," Aurora chirps, and now that his eyes are open Rain can see the gorgeous rosy flush that's fallen right down her throat, "what do you have to say about being greedy and taking my things?"

"'m sorry," Rain rasps immediately, almost before she's finished asking the question. It's the thing he'd been refusing to say since Aurora took her seat, swearing he could long outlast her. He groans when thin fingers snake up the back of his neck, long nails ticklish against his scalp. "I - I'm sorry, Ro, I -" Rain cuts himself off with a distressed moan when she turns to put her back to his chest. He simply has to grab her hips and grind, and it's nearly enough to make him spill.

"I'm sure you are," she tuts, tossing their blanket to the side. Rain finds himself suddenly engulfed in the scent of her, an overwhelming thing that makes his cock flex and unholy fuck she's so slick inside. "Don't worry, though," Aurora purrs, gathering her skirt in one hand and gripping Rain's knee with the other, "I know just how you can make it up to me."

She pushes herself up and Rain could howl at the feel of it, at how cold the air is when it hits his torturesd flesh, but the only sound he can manage is a gorgeous, pained whine. Because when Aurora stands, she bends, and when she bends it's with her milky thighs spread and her pretty pink cunt on stunning display. She even reaches back to open herself up for him, and as he watches a flood of their combined excitement pour from her open hole Rain thinks never sees anything again in his life he won't mind.

It's on autopilot that he reaches out to cup her mound, grunting at the swollen heat of her against he clammy palm. Aurora gasps, looks over her shoulder with an eyebrow raised.

"What are you -"

"Keep it in," he huffs, hardly more than a whisper. "Can -" Rain swallows hard, his other hand drifting up to palm his balls in search of the tiniest bit of relief. He peers up at the little ghoulette with glassy eyes that make her clit thob against his hand. "- can you keep me inside you? Please?"

"Don't I always?" Aurora reaches back and tugs Rain's wrist, and Rain has to close his eyes lest he bury his face in her and cum all over the floor. "I just had to make room," she explains, and he cracks an eye open anyway. Finds her pulling her skirt down over her pert ass, a relief and a shame all in one.

"Make...room?" He feels unbelievably stupid right now, something he's not all that used to, but then Aurora's stepping between his legs and cupping his hot cheeks and the serene smile on he face belies the bottomless lust in her gaze.

"For the real thing," she explains, and Rain hurts. "You're giving me every drop you've got tonight, raincloud," Aurora coos, leaning down to knock their horns together. She gives him a wink before she backs away, sauntering towards the doorway with their slick trailing down her thighs. "You're not the only one that's greedy."

She blows him a kiss before she vanishes around the doorframe, sends it on a warm puff of air that hits the corner of his mouth, and Rain doesn't even bother to put his cock away before he stumbles after her.

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C1 with Aeth and swiss actually 🫡*

finally, they snuggle

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newly summoned water Dew being called a good boy for the first time by Mist and cumming instantly

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Commission on my patreon for Cirice Eden! Thank you so much for supporting me!

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i shared a mount/ifrit fantasy with @miasmaghoul today and my brain wouldnt stop thinking about it. so here's a lil nocturnal nastiness for you. @askingforthesun i said i should write more mount/if so . . .

cw for slight somno but it's of the wet dream variety and ifrit doesnt mind indulging in the side effects of mountain's filthy subconscious fantasies

Ifrit’s roused from a deep, dreamless sleep with two lanky arms locked around him and a stiffy pressed to the small of his back. He can feel Mountain’s breath on his neck—his drool too, where his lips are pressed half-parted just under his hairline.

Ifrit stirs. Mountain’s arms don’t give in the slightest. If anything, Ifrit feels him tighten a little more, rolling his hips all slow against his ass. 

“Mount?” the fire ghoul whispers into the dark. He rubs his hands against his face, waking up a little more. The only response he gets is a stuttered movement of his hips again and a huffed moan.

Completely asleep then. Asleep and clearly having a nasty dream. 

“Fffuu—” Mountain mumbles. A deep sigh follows as his cock kicks against Ifrit’s back. He has to resist a groan. The earth ghoul always sounds so pretty like this, vulnerable and soft as he is in his sleep. He moans again, high, feminine, and breathy, and the noise goes straight to Ifrit’s gut.

He should really wake Mountain up. Or pry his arms off of him, separate himself from the slumbering, horny giant. 

But sometimes, Ifrit is a selfish ghoul. It’s not like Ifrit’s doing anything to him. Who’s to say he isn’t also asleep, subconsciously affected by Mountain’s nocturnal fantasies? None of this decision to indulge is motivated by his rapidly chubbing-up dick, not at all. 

So he tells himself. 

Mountain shifts against his back, long arms drifting down to his middle. His fingers twitch against Ifrit’s stomach, ticklishly teasing just above his waistband. 

“Hh–oh,” Mountain breathes. He noses a little further up into the fire ghoul’s hair, snuffling loudly. He must smell something he likes because he whines after, thrusting three times in quick succession. 

Lucifer have mercy, Ifrit begs in his mind, biting his lip to keep quiet. 

“Mmpf—fu’ me,” the earth ghoul mumbles. “S’ good.”

Ifrit squeezes his eyes shut. Why do you have to talk in your sleep, too, you big beast, he curses internally. 

Mountain curls in on himself hard, letting out a full-voiced moan. Ifrit can feel a wet spot now rubbing against the sliver of exposed skin on his lower back. Clearly whatever he’s dreaming about must be good to make him so wet. 

“Huh-uh . . . Zephfffuu,” Mountain whines, hand roaming dangerously close to Ifrit’s now fully-hard dick. 

Satanas, he’s dreaming about Zephyr . . . fucking him? Ifrit swallows a groan, hips bucking a little of their own accord. 

For the next few minutes, Mountain continues in much the same way: humping against Ifrit’s ass, huffing random words, groaning and whining into Ifrit’s hair. It’s maddening—how he sounds, how he feels, how he smells. Juniper and sage wafting over him in heavy waves, peppered with the salty tang of his arousal and pre. 

Ifrit’s just about to pull his arms away and escape to the bathroom (he swears he is) when Mountain’s hand slips all the way down, and he fully gropes Ifrit through his boxers. 

“Shit,” he hisses. His eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent moan. Ifrit has to grip the sheets to keep from closing his hand over Mountain’s and forcing him to pull at him hard and fast. If Mountain wakes up now he’s absolutely going to fail at playing possum. 

“Gon’—yeah,” Mountain mutters. “Cum . . . ‘lease.”

Oh no, Ifrit thinks. Fuck, is he really gonna . . .?

Mountain’s hips stutter, and Ifrit can feel it jerk between his cheeks. The hand over his cock strokes him slowly once, twice, as if moving through water. He holds his breath, knows Mountain’s going to blow his load in his sleep right against his back. 

And fuck if he doesn’t throb just thinking about it. 

Mountain grunts, hand nearly squeezing Ifrit in a death grip. He squeaks at the pressure, feels a hot glob of precum well up at the slit as he arches into it.

“Cu—cummm, fuckfuu—” The earth ghoul tenses behind him and cums with a shuddering sigh, cum soaking through his underwear and coating the small of Ifrit’s back. 

Fucking seven hells fucking shit—

“Hah, fu—wha’ . . .oh oh shit.” Confusion seeps into his voice, thick from sleep and breathless from orgasm. If his movements are anything to go by, Ifrit would guess cumming woke him up, still rutting against him half-heartedly as he is. The hand over his dick squeezes again, but not so tight. More like a grounding touch, an attempt to locate where his limbs went while he was asleep.

“If—oh Lucifer,” he groans, shifting uncomfortably against the mess in his boxers. “Fuck, you—”

“Are you awake now?” Ifrit asks in the smallest voice possible. 

“Yea,” Mountain coughs, “yes.” 

“What were you dreaming about?”

Mountain stutters, voicing his jumbled thoughts. “I . . . did I . . ?”

“You did, and please for the love of Lucifer finish me off,” the fire ghoul hisses. 

“Finish you—oh.” Ifrit grabs Mountain’s forearm and cements his hand to his dick, thrusting up into his loose fist. “Fuck, Ifrit, sorry,” he rumbles. 

“S’okay, please,” Ifrit begs. He arches again, nudging the top of his head against Mountain’s collarbone. “Make me cum, Mount, please make me cum.”

“Shit, okay, okay—” 

Ifrit helps him slip his hand inside his boxers, letting out the most wretched moan when his thick fingers wrap all the way around his cock. Another bead of pre bubbles up, and Mountain spreads it around the head on the upstroke. 

“Faster unholy shit please,” Ifrit begs. “Can’t fucking take—shit, yesyesyes.” Mountain speeds his hand, matching the frantic tone in the fire ghoul’s voice. 

Ifrit really can’t fucking take it. His breaths turn to feverish panting, muscles tensing as he hurtles towards the edge Mountain’s unknowingly kept him on. He’s going to bust embarrassingly quickly. 

“You’re so warm,” Mountain breathes, almost reverently. His hand flies over Ifrit’s dick. “So big . . . you gonna cum?”

His balls draw up at just the suggestion, and Ifrit cries out that yes, he’s gonna fucking cum all over Mountain’s hand after he just creamed himself in his boxers while he was asleep and almost groped Ifrit to horny death. 

Ifrit muffles his shout into the pillow as he shoots hot and sticky all over his stomach and Mountain’s sleep-warm fingers, cumming so hard and fast he nearly sees stars. The earth ghoul groans into his hair, stroking him until he twitches from overstimulation.

“Sorry,” he whispers again, removing his hand and wiping it on the sheets.

“You,” Ifrit barks a dazed laugh, “you have an iron grip when you’re asleep. What’dyou dream about?”

Mountain snuggles closer, wrapping his arms back around the other ghoul. Ifrit knows it’s a trap, knows they’ll both fall asleep without cleaning up the more comfortable they get post-orgasm.

“Dunno,” Mountain yawns. Yep, big guy’ll start snoring soon, Ifrit’s sure of it. 

“Said Zeph’s name once or twice,” Ifrit yawns back. Damn him.

“Hmm. Riding me, I think,” he muses. He yawns again. “Wanted them to cum on my tummy,” he mumbles, sighing deeply as he tucks his face back against the nape of Ifrit’s neck. 

The fire ghoul grumbles, sleep already dragging him under. “Fuck that’s hot.”