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purlty23 · 7 hours ago

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Guess in who's bed Alpha woke up this morniiiing ? I love putting this ghoul in Situations.

The first thing Alpha notices when he wakes up is not the warmth - he is a fire ghoul after all - but the silky feeling of too expensive sheets that simply cannot be his. Then the weight of an arm around his waist registers, as does the distinct one of someone laying on top of him. Alpha’s eyes snap open just as painfully familiar scents fill his nose.

His heart stops as the dimly lit room comes into his focus. The full blackout curtains, fancy tapestry and comically huge four poster bed are far from what he’s used to wake up to, but what really has Alpha hoping for a spontaneous earthquake to open up the floor below him and send him straight back to the Pit is the undeniable fact that he is being cuddled by Terzo Emeritus, Omega draped over the both of them like a living weighted blanket. In the Third’s own bed.

Alpha needs to scream. His fight or flight kicks in, except he can do neither ; no one to fight but two beloved slumbering figures, and too much entangled limbs to flee the scene. He still tries, to no avail. Omega's tail is wrapped around Alpha and Terzo's calves, the man clinging to the fire ghoul with his head on his chest like one would to a giant teddy bear. And that's without counting Omega's full weight pinning him down.

There is no way for Alpha to get out of this situation until one or both of them wake up. The thought fills his stomach with dread. Omega will want them to talk about it, and just the idea is already giving Alpha a heartheadache.

What is there to talk about anyway ? There is no excuses. Neither of them were drunk, when insomnia dragged Alpha to Terzo's bedroom door, under the denial-fueled pretense of only looking for Omega, who was sure to be found here. Tiredness isn't nearly enough to justify the way Alpha sank into the former Papa's gentle, concerned touch as he lead him to the bed with only the purest of intentions, the need to make sure his fire ghoul was alright. Alpha only has himself to blame for the way he fell into Omega's reassuring embrace, for the way he clung to him. For the way he slotted his mouth with the quint's own.

He remembers the spike of guilt, remembers pulling away almost instantly, nausea threatening and ears pinned to his skull as he mumbled a string of apologies. Casually kissing Omega was one thing, one they had long established everyone was comfortable with, doing so on his lover's bed, right in front of said lover, was an entirely different one.

Except Terzo only smiled, shushing Alpha while tenderly smoothing his hair back. The softness in his eyes might have been the reason why the fire ghoul leaned in, a momentarily slip of his mask, the lid of secret desires cracked open just for the night.

All he knew at that moment was that Terzo was as good a kisser as he claims to be.

From here on, the damn had been opened. All the gentleness, all the soft touchs and loving whispers Alpha silently craves were fed to him bit by bit, stretched over the silent hours of the night, moonless sky blanketing them with secrecy. The unspoken longing gnawing at the fire ghoul for once satiated.

Alpha exhales shakily, body tingling with the shadows of hands, lips and tongues. The dull ache where his neck meets his shoulder is undeniable, a reminder of those hours where he shed all the layers of denial he usually shrouds himself in. It will not fade quickly. (Alpha hopes it doesn't fade quickly)

His heart squeezes painfully as he realizes just how comfortable this all is, with Terzo's impossibly soft hair tickling his skin, Omega's cooler body temperature keeping Alpha from turning the bed into a furnace, the faint sound of their breathing strangely soothing. Eyelids starting to droop again, Alpha absently notices even Terzo's mattress is obscenely comfortable, what the fuck. He knew the man had a taste for luxuries, but now he's starting to understand why. Despite last night's activities, Alpha doesn't remember when he last slept that well.

His back doesn't even hurt that much, which is quite the fit, given the position in which Omega had him in only a few hours prior-

Lucifer, Alpha absolutely cannot keep on lingering on last night. Even if Terzo's taste still lingers on his tongue. Even if the feeling of his hand wrapped around his horn to pull him closer, the sound of his soft sighs and the hazy look in his mismatched eyes are now burned into Alpha's memory. Even if Omega handling him like Alpha was made of crystal, delicate and oh so precious is too heartbreakingly sweet a feeling for him to ever forget it.

Anyone with half a braincell would be scrambling for a way to get out of this situation, but Alpha's tired, the bed is warm, the bodies pressed to his peaceful, morning bustle has yet to fill the hallways, and it feels strangely right, to simply savor the quiet contentment while it lasts. To pretend either of the two figures flanking Alpha waking up won't be the first crack in his soon-to-shatter heart.

It takes longer than the fire ghoul expected for it to happen, but just as he feels about to fall back asleep, lulled into a false sense of security, Alpha feels Omega stirring. The fire ghoul immediately freezes, adrenaline flooding his system as he keeps entirely still, until he feels about to buzz out of his own skin.

"I know you're awake, Al," Omega hums, voice raspy with sleep. The bastard sounds so unfairly fucking hot, it makes something swoop in Alpha's abdomen. Uh. Probably organ failure.

"'m not," he grunts back, the weird but not entirely unpleasant feeling in his stomach immediately turning into a knot of apprehension, even as a soft kiss lands on his ribs.

Omega rubs his face against Alpha's stomach with a sleepy groan, earning a yelp as his stubble scratches gently against unprepared skin. The fire ghoul half-heartedly tries to bat him off, but Omega's grinning now, threatening to start a full-on tickle war. Though it makes Alpha chuckle and momentarily relax, it also has the very infortunate effect of rousing Terzo as well.

Omega's reaction to waking up alongside Alpha didn't concern the fire ghoul much - wouldn't be the first time - but Terzo's... Well, they are navigating uncharted waters there. So it kind of comes as a shock when the man only tightens his hold on Alpha, grumbling.

"Will you two stop wiggling around, some of us need their beauty sleep."

"It's definitely too late for sleep to be anything else than indulgence at that point," Omega comments as he pushes up to his elbows to press a quick kiss to Terzo's lips. That would be Alpha's opening, just enough space to slip out if he writhed hard enough, except the second he so much as twitches, Omega's eyes fly to his, mouth falling down into a frown.

"Don't run away. Please."

Alpha sinks a fang in his bottom lip, shoulders drawn. Terzo props his chin on his hand, unbearably casual with his mussed hair and the imprint of the sheets creasing his skin.

"Stay with us a little bit ?"

Curse them and the hold they have on Alpha. He sighs, melts back into the sheets as he tries to ignore the relief flooding him. No heartbreak for today, apparently. No "you should go now", no "last night was a mistake", and- no "last night was a one time thing" either. Just soft pleas for him to stay.

Apparently reassured that Alpha won't try to make a run for it, Terzo sloppily pecks his lips and flops back down as well. Hopefully he can't hear the thumping of the fire ghoul's suddenly frenzied heart. Though if Omega's smirk as he reajusts his position to hold them both at once is anything to go by, the quint did.

Alpha sticks his tongue out at him, but now that the anxiety has settled, now that the storm he thought was approaching faded into nothing, now that he can fully appreciate his situation, he cannot pretend to truly be annoyed.

For the first time in a long time, Alpha feels at peace.

#the band ghost #fav #fic rec

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purlty23 · 8 hours ago

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Take Care

I had a vision and then I blacked out and wrote almost 2k words about it.

Dew gives Gale a blowjob to help him fall asleep. That's it--that's the fic (featuring a little emotion and some pack dynamic shit and Dew worrying because it wouldn't be a Comet fic if there weren't feelings involved).

This one is for my beloved @miasmaghoul, happy fuckin' birthday ♥.

Gale's already in bed by the time Dew makes it back to the hotel room. It figures.

Dew's fairly sure the new guy is avoiding him. Or at least giving him wide berth. He thinks Gale might be avoiding everyone. Mountain keeps telling Dew, and Aeon, that he's just nervous and to give him time but Dew doesn't buy it.

He doesn't buy shy and reserved or nervous. He's met air ghouls before. Zephyr was always quiet. Even after they'd settled in. Not aloof--not like Rain. It was something different. Like they were so used to being solitary that pack dynamics confused them and trying to puzzle it out meant asking for help and Zephyr and Dew always had that in common at least. An independent streak so strong it was a detriment. Dew wants to know where Gale lands inside of this spectrum. He can't do that if the air ghoul never talks to him.

Dew unties his boots, toes them off, and watches the shape that is Gale under the thin hotel covers. He's still. The rise and fall of his body not deep enough for sleep.

Dew opens his bag, gets his toiletries and his sweatpants. He thinks about his next move while he brushes his teeth. He emerges from the bathroom, shirtless and barefoot clad only in a pair of gray sweatpants he lifted from Rain. He has to roll the waistband to keep them on but they're so soft he's willing to risk a wardrobe malfunction.

He pads back across the room toward the bed that isn't occupied by an air ghoul. Dew can't remember the last time he slept in a hotel bed alone. And it isn't that he minds, it's just that it's strange. Dew's pretty solitary too, at least by nature. He started off as a water ghoul after all, and they're not known for being particularly cuddly. He wonders about Gale—worries about him too. And some of that is because before they left home Cumulus took his face between her hands and told him to take care of them for me and how is Dew supposed to do that if the new guy won't even talk to him. He feels responsible for everyone—knows he isn't but feels it anyway—and he doesn't like how this feels.

He lays himself out on the comforter and turns on his side so he can watch the rise and fall of Gale's back across the room.

He tries to distract himself: looks at his phone, texts Aether, texts Cumulus, texts Rain, texts his guitar tech. Scrolls through tiktok watching videos on silent, reading subtitles but not really ingesting them.

It doesn't work. And Gale never drops off to sleep. His breathing never deepens, his shoulders never relax.

Dew turns his phone screen off, shoves it under his pillow. He watches for a few more minutes then pushes himself up, puts his feet on the floor.

"Fuck this," he bites out—not harsh—but harsh enough that he can see how Gale flinches. His stomach twists. Fuck.

He spans the foot and half between the beds and finds himself kneeling behind Gale a hand hovering over the ghouls big shoulder. Dew is about to touch him when Gale turns, shifts over onto his back and looks up at Dew with keen, appraising eyes.

"Yes?"

Dew furrows his brow, staggers back just a little, head cocking as he takes in Gale's face: passive, calm, tired but not nervous or hurt. Dew feels a little like he's the one under a microscope even though he came over here to check on Gale.

"Just—"Dew swallows. "You're not sleeping."

"No."

"Do you want me to like—get a different room or—"

"No, go back to bed, Dewdrop."

Dew's having a hard time recovering himself. Getting his feet under him. He isn't used to…whatever this is. This strange nonchalance. The way Gale's voice—even whispered—carries an air of seniority. Dew should bristle at it—maybe he would if he wasn't so confused.

"I've got stuff to help you sleep if that's the problem," Dew says, softer now. Trying to do what Cumulus asked him to. He wants to reach out and touch Gale. But the couple of inches between them feels insurmountable. Gale blinks up at him. Dew pushes up to go to his back—get the herbal blend Mountain distributed at the beginning of the tour, the only thing besides a good fuck that is certified to knock Dew out every time.

"Dewdrop." Gale's tone makes Dew freeze, and there's that authority again. Calm and commanding. Dew shudders with it—doesn't know why either. He studies Gale's face—finds nothing. Satanas, he wishes this guy would just do something. Dew's grasping at straws here—guessing—starting to feel the edges of anxiety spiking in his chest.

Dew shakes his head—frees himself of whatever the fuck is happening. "Don't call me that."

"It's your name."

"Just—like that—makes me feel like I'm being scolded."

"Maybe you are."

Dew throws his hands up, shifts so he can climb off the bed. He'll text Rain and see if he and Cirrus will share a room with him instead because clearly Gale just wants to be alone and somehow it's Dew's fault that he got assigned to this room and—

Gale's hand snatches out and curls around Dew's wrist—stops him. Dew startles, his eyes refocus. Gale is still staring at him. Dew wants to squirm away, wants to rip himself free of this and leave. Gale's thumb traces a pattern along the pulse at Dew's wrist—slow—steady—gentle.

"I'm still learning how to ask for things," Gale admits—voice low. He tugs Dew closer, wrist still trapped in that big fist. Dew has no choice but to be led—to follow. "And I don't like to assume." Gale pulls Dew's hand across his body, down, lower, lower, until he presses the flat of Dew's hand to the bed sheet and Dew feels exactly what has been keeping Gale awake. Oh. Oh. Dew holds Gale's gaze—doesn't flinch, doesn't back away. Doesn't move. Gale's thumb drags up and down his wrist. Gale's cock pulses under Dew's hand. He wants to squeeze, he doesn't.

"Thought I could take care of it before you got back but—" Gale flexes his hips up against Dew's palm and his eyes flutter. "You were too fast."

"Sorry," Dew mumbles. Take—enraptured. He gives Gale a squeeze—soft—a test—and Gale hisses. "I can help, if you want."

"You don't have to."

Dew licks his lips, spreads his knees. "Want to. What better way to get to know each other."

Gale laughs then—a quiet rusty sound, it fills Dew with a strange sense of pride. He needs more. Needs to hear all of the noises he can wring from Gale. Wants to collect them all, display them on the shelves of his mind. A little collection. A monument to his talents. Proof that he can do exactly what he promised.

And then Gale is loosening his grip on Dew's wrist, and Dew is squeezing in earnest. Gale groans, pushes up against Dew's hand.

"Use your mouth," Gale whispers—just as much of a command as anything else, and Dew bites back a groan of his own. Not usually one to get off on this particular brand of command—he's much more used to everyone pretending to be in charge—not actually doing it. But he finds he can't resist, finds all he wants to do is please.

"Fuckin' hells," Dew mumbles as he drags the bed sheet off of Gale and makes quick work of his sweatpants. Pulling them down so they sit below Gale's balls. His cock, hard, and straining, slick and shiny at the tip. Dew runs a finger up the underside and watches it twitch.

"Dewdrop."

That tone of voice again. Dew feels like he's at war with himself. Some pletulent part of him wants to bite back—wants to tease. The rest of him knows, just by the way Gale is looking at him, that it won't get him anywhere.

He moves to kneel between Gale's legs, nudging his knees apart to make room. Dew lays between them, grinding his half hard dick into the mattress as he noses up the length of Gales' cock. Kisses the underside. Rolls the foreskin back to mouth at the tip. He cups his balls in the other hand, rolls them. He could draw it out—take his time—but it's already late. They have a long day tomorrow. Dew looks up at Gale through his lashes as he sucks on the head.

He can tell that Gale isn't the kind of guy who's going to physically make Dew choke on it if he teases too much—he'll just be disappointed and fuck if that isn't worse.

Dew swallows him down without much more thought. Drags his tongue over places that make Gale gasp, sucks. Rolls his balls in his palm. Listens to the way Gale breathes, and moans, and whimpers. Dew's fully hard now, leaking into Rain's sweatpants and the bed beneath him. He rolls his hips in time with Gale's hitched breaths and knows it isn't enough to get off but still leaning into the way pleasure spikes through it. Feels good—not good enough to cum—but it isn't about that. It's about the air ghoul above him.

He knows he's almost there when Gale, finally, get his hand in Dew's hair. Big fingers digging in against his scalp. Still so gentle. A guiding hand more than a forceful one. And Dew is already thinking about all the ways he can be on the receiving end of Gale's particular brand of dominance. Someday—Dew is going to fight him for it—pit his version of it against Gale's and see who comes out the winner. See which one of them can out command the other.

Gale shudders, balls drawing up in Dew's palm. Body going rigid. Dew hollows his cheeks, takes him to the base. His nose pressed against the soft flesh at the base of his cock. Gale's hand tightens in Dew's hair—just the right side of painful and Dew groans around Gale's cock, as it kicks and spits against his tongue.

Gale makes a pained noise before he cums that Dew seers into his brain. He knows he'll be thinking about it when he cums later—and probably for the foreseeable future. Replaying it over and over as he gets a fist around his cock in the shower or in his bunk.

Dew swallows, pulls off, wipes his mouth, tucks Gale away. Gale lets him, watches him with sleepy, sated eyes as Dew pushes himself off the bed and adjust himself unashamed of the dark spot on the front of his sweatpants, or how much they've tented.

"Better?" Dew asks, already heading back to his side of the room.

Gale nods. "Better. Thank you."

Dew climbs into bed, reaches for his phone. He thought about asking Gale to help him out—touch him—but he's too far gone for that. It'll take two seconds, Gale has already done everything he needed to do just by letting—no telling—Dew to blow him. Gale turns to look at Dew but his eyes are already drooping fluttering closed.

Dew feels a surge of pride at that.

"Next time," Dew says grabbing his phone from under his pillow. "Just ask."

Gale makes a sleepy mumble of affirmation, and Dew grins. He turns his phone screen on and opens his messages. He'll cum in a minute—first he has to text Cumulus and tell her how well he's following her instructions.

#fav #the band ghost #fic rec

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