#I love embarrassing Swiss

[wrathofrats]

WRATH PLEASEE WE NEED A FULL FIC OF NEWLY SUMMONED SWISS!! ALL TALK NO BITE FLUSTERED AND SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED MAN

Or the alternate idea of the virgin Swiss fic where he’s a cocky shithead and mountain makes him put his money where his mouth is.

Humiliation, degro, Swiss is a shithead but mountains worse, exactly what it says on the tin

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“Aether was right, you do look a lot better on your knees”

Swiss perched himself on one of the workbenches in the greenhouse while mountain busied himself with trimming some of the plants that lay below it.

“Is that so?” Mountain straightened his back to look up at the multi ghoul. He had a cocky smile on his face, one leg perched on the wood lazily while the other hung off the edge. Swiss used the toe of his foot to lift mountains chin higher, more of a power move than to make him look him in the eye.

“Mhm, told me your lips get a pretty shade of pink when you’ve been sucking on something”

“Oh and that’s something you’d like to find out isn’t it?” Mountain swatted Swiss’ shoe away to stand up, moving to bracket him against the table immediately earning a surprised look.

“I- um, yeah, wanna see you sucking on something” Swiss scrambles once mountain is looming over him. He looks powerful like this. Enough to make Swiss sweat a bit, staring up at him wide eyed.

“I'm sure you do starlight” mountain grabs his chin lightly, chuckling at his panic before smiling and walking away.

It’s funny to him, the way Swiss talks a big game, always the first one to make a comment but can never back himself up when one of the ghouls threatens to make right on his words. Always backs down, gets flustered and runs off.

It’s cute to him, poor things never had sex topside and insists on continuing to try and talk himself up like he knows anything.

Mountain decides to take it upon himself to teach Swiss a lesson.

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“Bet you taste a lot better”

Mountain rolled his eyes, snatching the spoon back from Swiss’ hands after letting him have a bite of his ice cream after dinner.

“If you’re so confident about that, why don’t you find out?” Mountain crowds him against the counter. It’s his favorite move to pull, knowing Swiss has a thing for how much bigger mountain is than him and with the way he speaks it’s really not his fault that he uses it against him so often. He can make him stutter just from looking down at him, can feel him chub up in his pants. Hes a bit too easy.

“I’m- I was just about to go to bed actually. Maybe next time” Swiss tries to wiggle out of mountains way. Mountain grabs him by the wrist before he can get too far. Swiss immediately looking at him scared.

“You talk a big fucking game sweetheart, how about you put your money where your mouth is?” Mountain pulls him back closer, leaning over to be eye level with him.

“I’m tired, long day ya know-“ swiss squeaks

“Shame, can’t back up the dirty shit you say?”

“I can”

“Then prove it, based on how often you run off I was starting to think you didn’t know how to do any of the stuff you talked about, honestly thought you were a virgin”

Mountain doesn’t give him anytime to respond, just pulls him along up to his bedroom while he stutters out half assed protests and tries to pull away.

He doesn’t even say anything when he opens the door, simply lets go of Swiss’ wrist and sits down in his chair across from the bed.

“Wha-“

“Go on. Said you wanted to taste me didn’t you?”

Swiss carefully drops to his knees in front of him. He studies his face for any sign he may be joking but he looks deadly serious, lazily laid back in his chair, waiting for Swiss to make the first move.

And he really doesn’t know what the first move is. Doesnt know where to start or what to do and he’s sure mountain can see how confused and scared he is and he’s sure he finds it more amusing than he should.

The belt is slightly tricky much to his embarrassment, Swiss reaches up to undo it, fumbling around until he able to get the leather undone from the metal, and even then he doesn’t know what to do after that.

“Awe there you go, proud of you for getting my belt off darling” mountains voice is condescending. It burns a small fire in Swiss’ stomach to hear mountain speak to him like he’s an idiot, something about knowing he should know how to do this but doesn’t, and is being treated like he’s stupid for not understanding.

The zipper comes next. Swiss pulls it down while looking at mountain for his approval. The only look he gets is one of amusement, making Swiss feel more shame by the second. He finally takes a deep breath before reaching to pull mountain out of his boxers, half hard and

Fuck

He’s huge, a lot larger than Swiss has seen and it’s the eighth time he’s realized he’s absolutely in over his head though his ego would never let him admit that.

Swiss looks like a deer in headlights, breathing heavy and just staring at mountains cock in his hands. He gives an experimental stroke, again waiting for mountain to say something.

“Come on baby, gotta get me fully hard first, you know how to do that right?” He smiles

“Shut the fuck up” Swiss blushes in response still gawking. He strokes him again, tells himself it’s just like what you do when you’re alone and it really doesn’t help when he can feel mountain laugh at him a bit.

“Let me help you-“

He puts his hand over Swiss’, guiding him through the motions. Swiss can only look at how mountains hand engulfs his, while Swiss can barely fit his over his cock, it’s intimidating, wonders if it’ll be too much.

“Gonna put me in your pretty little mouth? You seem to be so good with it right?” Mountain mocks

“I am” swiss grumbles, batting mountains hand away from his. He opens and closes his mouth a couple times, unsure of where to start. Clumsily puts his mouth on the tip, licking delicately before attempting to swallow him down.

Barely half fits in his mouth, the tip hitting the back of his throat. Swiss gags, pulls away and coughs, looking back up at mountain with tears in his eyes from the sensation.

“You poor thing. Gonna let me show you? I should feel honored being the first one to show you what having a good cock in your mouth is like”

A bright red blush forms on Swiss’ cheeks, letting mountain open his mouth and guide himself inside. It’s embarrassing, he’s hard and needy and can’t even fucking give mountain a proper blow job and he thinks if something doesn’t happen soon he may start humping the chair out of instinct.

Mountain doesn’t push as far this time, letting Swiss just hold him in a comfortable position and get used to the feeling. A bit of drool runs down his chin from his mouth being held open. His jaw aches a bit but fuck mountain tastes good, exactly like he thought he would. Salty, musky, Swiss could probably sit like this forever if he weren’t so pent up already.

A leg presses slightly against him in this position, making him whine around mountain.

“That needy? Oh honey, have you even ever been touched like this? Do I get to be your first?” Swiss prays mountain loses the condescending tone or he may actually cum in his pants from embarrassment. He pulls out, leaving Swiss panting and drooling all over himself.

“Please- mountain just need something I don’t care please”

“Admit it first. If you want to always act like such a whore admit that I’m your first”

Swiss whines at the words, can’t bring himself to do it. Can’t tell mountain what he already knows.

“Please just give me something I need it, Please”

“Then go on. If you’re not so inexperienced I shouldn’t have to give you anything should I?”

“Fine- please I’m a virgin I’ve never done anything you’re my first just please touch me, wanna cum, wanna cum because of you”

Mountain can’t help but coo at the pathetic thing at his feet.

“Good boy”

[mistydeyes]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Task Force 141 and a reader that they never have seen out of uniform until one day they all go to a bar but the reader is late? Next thing they know the reader walks up to them dressed like they just walked straight out of the 2000’s?

(if you end up doing this request: thank you so much! I absolutely luv your writing!!)

thank you so much for requesting! i literally am in love with 2000's fashion like you'll be seeing me walking with low-cut jeans and a baby tee fr

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summary: After a tiring mission, the 141 invites you to drink away the night at the pub. However, you get into a lively argument about fashion when they question your choice in 2000's inspired attire.

pairings: taskforce 141 x platonic!gn!reader (codename: Storm)

warnings: swearing, slight bullying (they fr just don't understand fashion)

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"Didn't we tell Storm half-past eight?" Gaz asked, looking down at his watch. The pub was nearly empty as the men continued to add glass after glass to a growing pile. Despite reminding you with a string of texts, you still haven't made an appearance. "Still don't get why they had to change," Soap continued, choking down another drink, "Lt's still wearing his goddamn mask." The group laughed as their attention was directed to Ghost, still wearing his signature face mask. "They probably wanted a shower and some fresh trousers," Price commented and the rest of the group returned to a more interesting conversation.

As the group laughed at Soap recounting Ghost's out-of-character dialogue in Las Almas, their gaze fell on the pub's door as it swung open. The group smiled at the familiar face and gestured you over. You walked to the table quickly, feeling the attention in the empty pub. At first, you thought it was due to your late entrance but when you approached, you saw all eyes focused on your attire. It was like you walked out of the 2000s or robbed a Delias before your arrival. You felt a little self-conscious at the confused looks and wondered what all the fuzz was about. "What? Do I have a stain?" you questioned as you dusted off your low-cut, denim jeans. "No, it's just-" Gaz began to say but Soap interjected. "Why do you dress like that?" he asked and you raised an eyebrow. You looked down at your jeans and Von Dutch top. "But I normally dress like this?" you said with a curious tone. You dressed like this before joining the military and held on to the lively aesthetic of the early 2000s. You were embarrassed to admit but Britney Spears and *NSYNC were your fashion icons.

"Yeah," Ghost spoke up as he eyed the interesting font of your shirt, "you look like you could be an extra in a Spice Girls video." You rolled your eyes, grabbing at one of the half-drunk glasses on the table. "You've been quiet, Captain," you edged while looking at him, "what do you think?" There was a hush over the room as you waited in anticipation. "Clothes are clothes," he simply replied and the table roared with laughter. "Such a grandad thing to say," Soap loudly exclaimed and everyone clambered with sentiments of agreement. "Sorry I don't wear Wrangler jeans and black fitness tops," you mumbled. It was a subtle jab at your colleagues but Gaz took it to heart. "I have style!" he shouted as you shook your head in disapproval.

"Gaz, you look like someone trying to emulate an Instagram model or some teenager's Pinterest board," you argued and you were met by the howling of the tipsy men. "And Captain, I'm sorry but you look like a father going on holiday to the Swiss Alps," you directed towards Price as everyone realized this was becoming an insult fueled rage. Soap was still laughing wildly, shaking his head in agreement with your every word. "Oh you shouldn't be laughing, Soap," you said as you turned to him, "a navy blue sweater and black jeans are a fashion crime." He quickly turned red and looked embarrassed as he examined the mismatched colors. Everyone held their breath as you turned to Ghost. "And Lt," you paused, thinking of what you should say next, "you dress like you've never heard of color."

[little-worm-grant]

Spicy Steven: Rainy Day

Steven Grant x You (Fem!Reader)

1,864 words / 18+ only, no minors

Masterlist.

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Summary: What if Steven got all embarrassed he couldn’t last?! It's far too easy to wind him up. But maybe you both girlbossed a little too close to the sun this time. Less plot, more smut.

Notes: Please be kind. First time publicly publishing smut. I was looking at my tame + wholesome masterlist thinking I should write something new for Steven. Then this filth was forced upon my innocent little swiss-cheese brain. You can take my keyboard away from me now. I’m sorry. But also you’re welcome.

Warnings: soft domme fem!reader, submissive Steven kind of but not totally??, teasing, fluff/praise, masturbation, piv sex, unprotected sex, premature ejaculation, creampie, cum play

You were lying naked on his bed. Rain pouring outside had caused you to stay over his place a few hours more. One thing led to another. You’d barely teased him but Steven was already crawling up your body. Kissing all the spots he’d missed going down. Tilting your head to catch sight of his thickened cock swinging between each movement. Your legs shift to squeeze against him in anticipation. You knew what was coming next and you couldn’t wait another second.

He was like some over-eager puppy given the okay to come up for air. That talented mouth of his became over-stimulation at this point. You once asked him what he thought about when he went down on you, expecting him to say something daft that would stop him from making a mess of the sheets. Instead, he told you he’d been writing how he felt about you in hieroglyphics. The sucking is just a bonus because he loved the taste of you. He didn’t need to do much to get your pussy to flutter. He never did make you work for it. If only he knew the power he held over you, he’d be downright dangerous.

Ever since the first time you’d gotten intimate with each of them, Steven was the only one to never tell you no. You sometimes worried you’d do something he wouldn’t like and he might not tell you as you cuddled together afterwards. When he looked back at you with those bold expressive eyes, it told you everything you needed to know. You realized all you wanted to do was take good care of him.

Steven clumsily crawled up to meet your lips. The taste of you on his tongue. His body shifted and an arm slithers between the two of you. A moment later, you feel him stroking his head across your soaked folds. Guiding himself home. You’ve been suffering through his fingers and his mouth already. More than ready to feel him fully.

When he takes a second too long for your patience, you order him to lie back.

Flipping positions. You help him down the last part of the way with a push and a smile. His cock had slipped out somewhere in the movements. Not a problem. You were up on your knees over him. Steven lay back, looking both entirely surprised to be there and not letting his focus up for what came next.

You reach down and give him a few exploratory pumps. Being gentle, starting from the head where most of the pre-cum and your fluids had accumulated. You use just your middle finger and thumb to smear it over his thick spongy head, dragging it down to the bundle of nerves to play with. Gentle back-and-forth motions. Steven jerked with his whole body. Quickly throwing his lip into a bite to hold back the noise. He wasn’t fooling anyone. You still heard it. Came out more like a whine.

“Pretty boy. How about another moan for me?” You coo. He looked back at you like a wounded animal. Those curls on his face framed him just right for the compliment.

“This ain’t on. You’ve been bloody teasing me all night.” He shook his head. His hands palmed at the bedsheets on either side of him. Even after all this time, he still never seemed to know what to do with his hands. Adorable.

You look away from him. Watching the rain beat down on the windows. Pretending not to know he’s there while you continue to stroke. He could tell you to stop if he wanted, but you both knew he wasn’t about to do that. Instead, he squirmed and tolerated it for as long as he could before his words managed to find the tip of his tongue.

“Please? I don’t want to be the twat that jizzes on himself because my girl’s stunning but she’s an absolute menace.”

Shuffling up a little more you stop stroking and kept your hand still around him. “Oh, I’m a menace, am I?” Offering a gentle squeeze. Steven squirmed without trying to move away, looking like he was about to burst then and there. His cheeks turn a lovely shade of red as he nodded and scrambled to find a comeback to say.

“Uh-huh. Yup- The kind that looks at a beautiful sunrise and tells it to buggar off for a few more hours sleep.”

“No-one needs to be making anything at that time my business. What’s that got to do with me being a menace?”

“It’s got everything to do with-“

You lined yourself up while he rambled. Sinking down on him without warning. Finding a way to shut him up. You slid down far as you could tolerate before you needed to slow down the last part of the way. The stretch tingled. You catch a stuttered breath in your throat.

“Oh- oh god.” He spluttered out. Hands flying away from the bedsheets to grip at your thighs, as if searching for some kind of stability. There was none. Him holding you like that wasn’t going to stop you. Hips wiggled slowly from side to side to fit yourself snugly onto him.

You grind down and start slow. Finding that pace you liked where his cock would hit the spot just right. Small noises came from him. Breathier ones from you. You’d barely started rocking against him before you felt him shudder. His eyes were rolled back and you felt his cock pumping a hot mess deep inside you.

Game over.

Steven held you a little tighter before releasing his grip. Face going pale. Surprising himself. “Shit- I am so so sorry.” He looked as mortified as he sounded. Hands coming up to cover his face he groaned.

You laugh lightly and shake your head at him. Stopping immediately to lower yourself down onto him to rest. Leaning down to bring your face in closer to his. Hands moved on his, guiding them away from his face to hold down against the pillow. Boy looked like he could use a hug. Instead, you squeeze his hands in yours. Rubbing your nose against his.

“Aw no, baby, don’t feel bad. It’s okay. I’m still having fun. You already got me off once, be proud of that.”

You shower his face in peppered kisses. His softer hands stroke up your sides. Could have mistaken him for Marc with all that guilt lining his features. You stroke his knuckles with your thumbs and kiss away his embarrassment once more. A little longer lasting this time.

“I’ll take the blame for that. I’ve been teasing you for ages. Or maybe I’m just that good you can’t control yourself around me.”

You move your hand away from him to pretend to wipe the glitter off your shoulder. Glitter was an inside joke you both shared regularly. That got a laugh out of him and you feel the movement of his softer cock slipping out from inside you. You shifted to the feeling of it. The mess he’d made coming with it. Pooling on his abdomen and leaking down your legs.

“You are so amazing.” He tells you. "Can I touch you?"

Nodding, you bite your lip when his hand wiggles out from under yours and goes down. Feeling his fingers immediately stroke over your used needy hole had you tensing up. You press into his touch. Steven leaned back up to meet your lips. Less desperate this time, more loving. You hear his words murmured against you.

“I feel bad I keep making a mess before you can finish.”

“Don’t be. Just means we need to try again, right?” You say more hopefully, a glint of a smile when you lean back to see him nod without any words. More concentrated on what he was doing to you.

You feel Steven’s fingers leaving you alone. Casting your eyes down to see what he was doing, you watch him scoop up some of the mess from his abdomen then bring it up to stuff back into you. The temperature difference was felt and caused you to shiver. The way his fingers lazily toyed with the cum on your pussy warmed you back up from the inside out.

He brought his other arm up behind his head to be able to watch better. Your hands stayed where they are, pressed into the pillow either side of him. His fingers caught cum drooling down your legs to spread over your pussy. Slow strokes before he’d go find some more, either from around you or inside. You were already wound up from everything, needing that blissful high he could put you into. Hips rocking, chasing his touch. A few more minutes of this had you trembling and him stiff as a rock again. Maybe he did know what to do with his hands after all.

This time. There was no waiting. No holding back. The moment Steven was aligning himself you were sinking down and seeking out that spot with more ferocity than you’d had before. Steven matched your rhythm with coordinated thrusts.

Pushing himself to sit up and catch your nipple in his mouth. He sucked sloppily, then moving up after your mouth. Hand slipped between you both again to play with you. Firmer. More in that way you'd shown him you liked. It was your turn to grip onto him for stability. Swallowing each other's moans and thrusting roughly until you both finished. You first, him following a few thrusts later.

The kisses turned softer. You lay back in bed together and stroked over each others bare skin. Air coming back to your lungs as you both come down from the clouds you were on.

You see him thinking loudly with that familiar distant stare. Off in his own world again. A moment later he was blinking as he snapped back into the moment, focusing back on you. You wait to see who it might be. His expression changed all shy and it made you laugh. Still Steven then.

“What?”

“I was just thinking. We should have more rainy days like this. But like, every day.”

“Yeah? I’d like that.”

“Wouldn’t need to leave if it was every day. This'd be your place too.”

“Is this your way of asking me to move in?”

“That’s uh- I think- I mean, yeah? I guess it is. What do you think?”

“Say it then. Ask me properly.”

“Alright.” He shifted onto his side. His hand in his hair to prop his head up and look down at you. “Will you move in with me?”

Without a beat, you smile and say, “No.” His face contorted up. You soften up your smile and squeeze him. “I need to talk to the others first. Otherwise, yes.”

“Had me for a second then… You flipping menace.” He dove down to tackle you with kisses and playful bites which have you squirming and unable to breathe through the laughter. Pushing back to try and pin him down. Wouldn't matter if it turned into something more. You both had all the time in the world. The perfect way to spend a rainy day.

[marypsue]

There’ve been a few responses to/reblogs with tags on my post about DIY clothing embellishments that basically boil down to ‘I’d love to do this but I’m scared it’ll turn out bad/I’m not a good enough artist’. And I get it, I really do! I also want my art things to turn out nicely. But also...making it badly is sort of the point of punk DIY. 

Listen. We live in a world that would dearly love to charge you a subscription fee for breathing. The bastards are doing everything they possibly can to figure out how to turn art - stories, visual art, music, textile/fibre art, sculpture, crafts and creations of every kind - into a neat, discrete, packageable commodity, a product they can chop up into little pieces and stick behind a paywall so they can charge you for every drop of it you want to have in your life. 

The whole sneering idea that ‘everybody wants to be some kind of creator now’ and anything less than absolute mastery right out the gate is somehow shameful and embarrassing is a tool those bastards are using. It’s a way to reinforce the idea that only a set group of people can create and control art, and everybody else has to buy it. 

But art isn’t a product. Art is a fundamental human impulse. Nobody is entitled to a specific piece of art (which is where this message gets skewed into pitting people who love art against the artists who make it, while the bastards screw us all and run away with the money). But making art belongs to everybody. We make up songs and dances and stories, and paint things, and make clothes, and embellish them, and carve flowers into our furniture and our lintels and our doorframes, and make windows out of tiny pieces of coloured glass, and decorate our homes and our bodies and our lives with things we make and make up, simply for the love of beauty and of the act of creation. Grave goods from tens of thousands of years ago show that ancient hominids gave their dead wreaths of ceramic flowers, tattooed their bodies, beaded their shoes. Making things for the sake of beauty and enjoyment is one of the most ancient and human things we can do. 

The idea that we can’t, that we have to buy shit instead, because art is a product and you have to have the bestest prettiest most perfect product, is the enemy of joy. It’s the death of culture. And it means that, instead of whatever it is that you cherish and enjoy and value, you get whatever inoffensive (and to whom is it inoffensive?) bland meaningless samey-samey crap that the bastards want you to be allowed to have. What are you missing and what are you missing out on, if you don’t make or modify or decorate anything for yourself, if you don’t think you can because the product at the end won’t be polished or perfect or marketable enough? What do you lose? What do we lose? 

It is a desperately vital and necessary thing for you to make shit. For you to know that you can make shit, that you don’t have to just lie back and take whatever pablum the bastards want to force-feed you (and charge you through the nose for). That the bastards need you more than you need them. 

Become ungovernable. Be your own weirdly-endearing punk little freak. Paint on a t-shirt. Sing off-key in the shower or at karaoke night or at open mic night. Make up a story where you get to meet your favourite fictional character and you guys hug or fuck or punch each other in the face. Make art. Do it badly. Do it frequently. Do it enthusiastically. Do it for love and joy and creativity and fun and the spiteful joy of thumbing your nose at some smug motherfucker with a Swiss bank account who wants to track your heartbeat and location for the rest of your life in order to automatically pump AI-generated beats matched to your mood into your earbuds for a small monthly subscription fee of $24.99/month. It is literally the only way we are ever going to have even a chance to save art and our own lives from the bastards. 

So. Paint that t-shirt. 

(Also support artists where you can, and buy your music from Bandcamp.)

[kamotecue]

their (her) interview ✮ l. walti

pairing: lia walti x fem!reader

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it has been a few months since you started dating the swiss midfielder, mapi wasn't surprised at all - in fact, she was happy that you found someone to love. ingrid had a shit eating grin as you looked at her confused, she knew about lia's feelings way before you did - when you waited for lia that day after the derby day, she had saw the two of you exit the stadium together. you had your entire face covered, shielding yourself from the fans that lingered - while she guided you swiftly to her car. that was the day you actually confirmed the way you both felt about each other, lia was the first one to break, confessing her small but not really crush on you.

you were flustered really that someone actually managed to feel the same way. but a soft smile was seen on the arsenal player's face, as she looked at you. you were shuffling through the swiss's apartment, wearing her oversized shirt - something she loved, whenever you'd wear her clothes, you'd fit in them perfectly. but her eyes were cut off, as she gazed back to her laptop screen, an interview she was currently going through.

"is the missus there?" the english interviewer asked, as lia chuckled at the question. she didn't mind talking about you, but there are times where she just wanted to keep everyone in the dark about your relationship. the definition of private, but not a secret.

"yes, she is. was it that obvious?" lia laughed, as the interviewer nodded, giving her a soft but knowing smile.

"you're looking at her, like she's your whole world." as lia hummed, giving the camera a soft nod. "because she is - because she's finally mine"

"would you care to tell us your love story?" just as the question ended, you had taken a seat beside the swiss, currently moving closer to her - burying your head into the crook of her neck. an amused smile was shown, as she hummed. the swiss kept her eyes on you, noticing how you listened to her heart beat - it was something you loved.

"love, they want to know about our love story. can i?" you shyly raised your head at your lover, not looking into the laptop's camera. a small nod was shown, before you sat up properly.

"the world cup? when spain had knocked my team out of the world cup, you had gotten knocked down in the middle of the first half - i had gone to check up on you, but you didn't hear me. in fact, the spanish players didn't want to let me near." lia said, as you softly chuckled.

"i'm not sure if it's known, but i wear hearing aids - i have since i was a child. but the uproar from both fans, i couldn't deal with it. so i had removed it, i didn't meant to, you know?" you softly asked, as lia nodded - then chuckled at your shy behavior, kissing the top of your crown.

"i know, ana had scolded me that day, demanded i make things right with you. and i did. we had gotten breakfast the day after the game, where i had learned about your condition, love." you teased her as she softly swatted your hands away.

"then came your transfer to chelsea, breaking the transfer fee - an expensive player you are. i had gotten absolutely wasted one day, and stumbled into y/n." lia sighed, remembering that embarrassing moment.

"i didn't knew where she lived, so i took her to my place - where she slept in my room, i slept in the living room couch. my place was barely filled." you commented as lia softly groaned as she remembered what happened that night, you never told her until she remembered. you were confused when she apologized out of the blue but understood when she clarified it.

"i still can't believe on why you didn't tell me, love." lia asked, as the interviewer looked a bit confused. as you gave her a small smile, shrugging as you focused back onto the screen.

"what - what is it, if i may ask?" as you chuckled, the swiss player softly shoved you, snickering at her actions.

"i may have had a lot of drinks, that i coughed up a few things." as he gasped at her words, lia blushed as you fixed your posture, and facial expressions.

"because i didn't want to make you embarrassed or uncomfortable." you replied, a shy smile was seen as lia hummed, placing a small kiss on your hand.

"always love a gentlewoman, don't we" lia teased, as you nodded at her words.

"what happened on the derby day?" you raised an eyebrow as lia hummed, looking away as you raised your shoulders. "a little misunderstanding between two players, i mean chelsea and arsenal do have a rivalry against each other."

a few questions later, and the interview had ended. leaving the zoom call, you were immediately tackled on the couch - her hands held your wrists in place, as she placed soft kisses all over your face, showering you with love as you chuckled at her behavior.

"i'm so lucky that you're mine." "believe me, i'm luckier." you said, grinning into the kiss as you felt warm all over - the kiss was gentle, delicate, as always.

"i am, it was hard enough to get mapi's approval." lia commented, as you grinned. it was true, mapi wanted to make sure that you gotten the love you deserve.

[st-danger]

craving good boy aeon pillow humping :( he's just so pathetic i can't stop thinking abt it

He's sweating. He can feel the back of his shirt sticking, knows that the nape of his neck is getting slightly damp. Outside, the moon is full, the temperature is low, and the chilly autumn air sinks into the abbey, impossible to escape the cold.

Aeon's heat doesn't care. A cool rag, a lukewarm shower- either or both seem necessary. He is burning both in temperature and in need, and lies slumped against the edge of the bed, having not even made it in. Just lying on the floor, palming himself shamefully while Dew simply Looks.

"Are you just gonna stand there?" Aeon asks, voice quiet. Hesitant. He can't stop rubbing himself, his hand moving of its own accord. He's out of control.

"Wouldn't dream of leaving you to suffer," Dew drawls, and offers a smile that is so far from reassuring and so deliciously intriguing Aeon feels the room around them grey out and unfocus for a moment. "Been waiting for this," he adds.

"Have you?" Aeon says, shoving the heel of his hand harder against himself, his hips hitching forward into it. He doesn't mean to whine, he really doesn't. Dew steps closer, leans down and places a gentle hand on Aeon's cheek, stroking his thumb along his cheekbone, and then tracing his fingertips along the sharp cut of his jaw, under his chin. Tilting his head up to make sure he looks right at Dew and only Dew.

"Haven't you?" he asks. "Or have I been misreading?"

"I mean," Aeon gulps, "I- called you, didn't I?"

"Maybe Swiss was busy," he shrugs. His brow is arched and he speaks with a honeyed tone; giving Aeon a hard time simply because he can. Aeon's face morphs into something plaintive, self-conscious in this state and instantly concerned he's made Dewdrop to feel like some kind of placeholder. Like he hasn't enjoyed falling to his knees before him on stage. Dew softens, and then kindly, "You didn't need to wait. Could've asked a long time ago."

In a show of grace, he doesn't make Aeon ask- he leans down and kisses him, and muffles the pathetic moan the contact pulls from him. It feels so good, so fucking good to feel lips on his, soothing some of the desperation welling up inside him, fiercer by the minute. He gives Aeon his tongue, licks slow and deep into Aeon's mouth and Aeon has to wrench his hand away from his cock. Insane to realize, but the combination of the heat, the slide of Dew's tongue, grinding on his hand- he can't possibly deal with it all at once. It's going to make him cream his jeans. The idea of going off so easy...Dew would probably love it. Aeon isn't sure he'd find it anything other than embarrassing in some strange way, and selfishly would rather be made to cum by someone else's hand. So he asks.

"Make me cum," he says, and Dewdrop pulls away, looking at him through heavy lidded eyes.

"Many times as you need," he assures him, and then straightens up, "if you do something for me."

"Anything," Aeon says without hesitating. He throbs in his pants and can feel himself leak, sudden and copious. He picks at the carpet beneath him and keeps himself from humping the air, but barely. "What?"

"I wanna watch you," Dew says, reaching over Aeon, for the bed, giving him a side view of his pelvis where the bulge in his pants is obvious and unmistakable. What does it look like? How thick, how long. How small or large, it doesn't matter. He wants to see. Wants to taste. Wants it deep inside him until his skin stops burning. "I'll suck you off after, anything you want. Please."

He snatches a pillow, eyes glittering as he holds it out to Aeon. An offering.

"Ride it for me?" Dew asks, hopeful.

Aeon's already unzipping, falling back against the floor to shove his pants off.

[corroded-hellfire]

hi! i don’t know if you take requests/fic suggestions (if not feel free to ignore), but i love your writing (where the heart is ruined me in the best way!!) and thought you would write this idea super well. basically i saw this instagram reel (and watched it on repeat like 10 times) where a dad tells a waiter that his daughter thinks he’s cute and i thought it could be a cute meet-cute-scenario for eddie (or steve if you write for him)! that’s pretty much it lol, i hope you’re having a good day!

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This may just be the cutest request I've ever gotten. I enjoyed writing this so so so much. I have to thank @munson-blurbs for suggesting I make the reader Hopper's daughter and adding another layer of hilarity to it for me. Fun fact, this scenario happened to my brother once. Only he was like, 11, so nothing was going to come from it and it was just purely my dad trying to embarrass him lol. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this!

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“Hey, welcome to Breadstix. My name is Eddie and I’ll be your waiter.”

You look up from your menu and do a double take at the beautiful man standing there. He’s tall and thin, his black t-shirt showing off his tiny waist and the light jeans showcasing the length of his legs. He has brown curly hair tucked in a bun at the nape of his neck, with a few loose frizzy pieces framing his face. The tattoos that are scattered along his arms catch your attention; your eyes being particularly drawn to the colony of bats taking flight on his forearm. But it’s when you look into his eyes that you get lightheaded and forget your own name, let alone what you were going to order for dinner. 

Going out for a family dinner with your dad and sister was never something that was particularly exciting, but it just got a hell of a whole lot better. 

“The special today is the brown sugar pork chops with a sweet potato on the side.”

“Huh,” your dad hums, eyes scanning over the menu once more. “That sounds good. I’ll take the special and a coke.”

Eddie takes down the pen that’s tucked behind his ear and scribbles down on the pad in his hand. He looks at your sister next and she gives him a sweet smile.

“For you?” Eddie asks.

“I’ll have the mushroom and Swiss burger, please,” El says. “And a water.” 

He jots that down as well then turns to you. When his eyes land on you, your mouth goes dry. Eddie shoots you a smile and you swear your stomach is too full of butterflies to eat any food. 

“And what can I get for you?” Eddie asks.

A cold shower? A date? An orgasm? 

“Um, I’ll have the spaghetti and meatballs. A-And a Diet Coke,” you manage to get out.

“Ah, my favorite,” Eddie says with a wink that nearly kills you as he writes your order down. “I’ll put those right in for you.”

He walks away from the table, and you feel your body deflate, letting out a breath and finally relaxing. You drop your head down on the table to hide the smile spread across your lips.

“What’s with you?” your dad asks.

“Hmm?” You lift your head up and look at him. El is giggling in her seat next to you, clearly knowing why you’re acting strange and bubbly.

“What’s with this sudden…mood change?” Your dad waves his hand around in front of your face, gesturing to your dopey expression. 

“I know,” El snickers and you reach over to playfully shove her. Your dad leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the two of you. He raises his eyebrows at you girls as you nudge one another back and forth with your elbows.

“Well shit, someone slipped something into your Wheaties this morning,” he says.

But your dad isn’t dumb. As chief of police, things rarely escaped his notice. He’s just waiting to see if you’ll cop to it or not.

“No, it’s just…” You trail off, shaking your head.

“It’s what?” 

A red flush comes to your face and El covers her mouth as she lets out another giggle.

“He’s so cute.”

“Who?” Hopper asks, just flat out playing dumb now. 

“The waiter!” you say in exasperation.

“Eddie.” El says his name, leaning in towards you and wiggling her eyebrows. 

“Ah,” your dad says with a laugh. “That’s your type, huh?”

“Dad!” you admonish, face becoming even redder. 

He lifts his hands in surrender as El dissolves into laughter. Before, you wouldn’t have described yourself as having a “type” but after seeing Eddie, you can’t imagine having a type that didn’t look like him. It was hard to pick out one thing that turned you on about him the most. The package of Eddie as a whole was so overwhelming that you could practically feel the sharp stab of Cupid’s arrow jammed in your back.

You spot Eddie approaching with the drinks, so you swat at El to get her to behave. She bites her lip and stares down at the scuffed wooden table in front of her, so she doesn’t lose it again.

“Here we go. Water, coke, and a Diet Coke. Your dinner should be coming out soon,” Eddie says. “Everything okay here?”

You’re praying your dad keeps his mouth shut as you smile and nod your head at Eddie. When he gives you a smile in return, El covers a laugh by pretending to cough into her hand. You’d throttle her when you got home. Hopper seems to pay Eddie no more mind than he would any other waitstaff that his oldest daughter didn’t find absolutely beautiful.

After Eddie leaves again, conversation thankfully steers away from your romantic inclinations and into the topic of ridiculous calls that came in at the station today. El also tells you about a school project that’s coming up and tells your dad she needs to get a book for her next book report at the library. It’d be easy to think that your father forgot all about your attraction to your waiter, but when Eddie comes to deliver your meals, it’s obvious he didn’t. Sometimes the universe just liked to pull the rug out from underneath you.

“Alright,” Eddie says. He’s balancing the large tray carrying your plates on one hand, muscles rippling under the skin of his arm as he holds it up. The only thing that tears your eyes away from his bicep is when he places your dish down in front of you. “Anything else I can get you guys?”

“I think we’re all set,” your dad says. Eddie nods and tucks the tray under his arm. As he goes to turn away from the table, Hopper lifts his hand and swivels towards Eddie. “Oh, one thing.”

Eddie licks his lips as he spins back towards the table, a friendly smile on his face. “What can I get you?”

“Oh no, nothing,” your dad says with a shake of his head. “It’s just that my daughter here thinks you’re very cute.” He reaches over and pats you on the back so there’s no mistaking which one of his children he’s talking about. 

“Dad!” 

El bursts out into laughter as you raise your hands to cover your face, wanting to die on the spot. The heat in your cheeks is enough to make sweat break out along your hairline, only made worse by how fast your heart is pounding. The adrenaline rush flooding your veins is real. Being a high school student, you’ve been embarrassed plenty of times before in your life, but you think this takes the cake. Having the police chief as a father also came with its own moments of teasing and joking, but this seemed extreme even for him. Somewhere deep inside, you find the courage to peek at Eddie from between your fingers. There’s a shy smile on his face as he looks at you, his own cheeks dusted in a light bit of pink. 

“Well, that’s very sweet,” Eddie finally says, resting his hand over his heart. He opens his mouth again, but nothing comes out and you realize that not only did your dad put you on the spot, but Eddie as well. “I’m flattered.”

Slowly your hands fall from your face and into your lap. Peering up at Eddie from under your eyelashes, he dips his gaze quickly before meeting yours again. The smile on his pretty mouth makes you feel as if there’s an animal jumping and banging around inside your heart, trying to break free. 

“Let me know if there’s anything else I can get for you,” Eddie says before walking away.

Part of you feels a bit disheartened. But what did you expect? Eddie to ask you on a date because your father told him you’re attracted to him? Right in the middle of his shift? God, your dad better give him a big tip on the check. 

“You’re the worst,” you mumble as you twirl some spaghetti onto your fork. But there’s a fond smile on your face as you shoot a glare at the chief.

Eddie comes by twice more while you’re eating to see if everything is okay, and both times you can barely meet his gaze. El thinks it’s all hilarious and has a grin on her face for the rest of dinner. 

Once everyone is finished and your and El’s leftovers are boxed up, Eddie comes over with the bill. You expect him to put it down on the table right in front of your father, but he walks around him to come up behind you and reaches over our shoulder to lay the check down right in front of you.

“I figured you’d be taking care of this,” he says. You can’t see him from where he’s standing behind you, but El catches sight of the smirk on his face and her expression lights up in glee. 

It’s hard to concentrate on anything with Eddie standing so close to you that you can smell the trace of cigarettes under a spicy cologne wafting over you. When he speaks, the scent of mint is added into the mix, so you assume he’s chewing a stick of gum and you’ve never been more jealous of a piece of candy in your life. 

When Eddie walks away, you have to fight the urge to reach out and grab onto him and make him stay. El moving the check in front of you snaps your attention back to the task staring you in the face. You give El’s hand a light smack so she drops the slip of paper. You’re able to snatch it up and hold it up to your face so El can’t read it from where she’s sitting. 

I hope your dad is currently unarmed since I’d like to say that I think his older daughter is very beautiful. And inquire if she might like to go on a date with me? 555-0527 xoxo - Eddie

Your wide eyes can’t believe what you’re reading. It takes a minute for it to click in your brain what you’re actually looking at. The smile spreads across your lips next, making your cheeks ache from the intensity of your grin. 

When the paper gets plucked from your fingers you whine and furrow your brow at your father. 

“What, you going to pay?” he asks as he digs for his money in his wallet. 

“No. But I was reading that,” you say.

“Well hang on, I gotta know how much to leave don’t I? You can kiss his phone number once I’m done.”

The blush flares up on your face at his words. You weren’t going to actually kiss the paper. But the fact that said paper could lead to a kiss is what’s got you so wound up. Hopper slaps some bills down on the table and hands you the precious check back. You securely fold it and clutch it in your hands, afraid to let it out of your sight for even a moment. El grabs the takeaway boxes and the three of you head towards the door. As you take one last look over your shoulder into the restaurant, you see Eddie coming out of the kitchen. His eyes lock with yours and he gives you that smile you swear could stop time. 

“Maybe I should embarrass you more often, huh?” Hopper says from behind you. 

“No!” you and El answer in unison. 

“I’ll be right back,” you say, glancing back at your family. 

“We’ll be outside,” your dad says.

“Have fun,” El adds with a smirk before she follows your dad out the door. 

Taking a deep breath to relax your system, you start to walk over towards Eddie. 

“Hey,” he says once you’re standing in front of him.

“Hi. Look, I’m sorry if you felt embarrassed or put on the spot. He can be a bit much sometimes.”

“No, no,” Eddie assures you with a shake of his head. “First thing I thought when I walked over to your table tonight was how beautiful you are. The Chief kind of did me a favor, actually.” 

“Oh. Well, I’m glad then,” you say, face glowing from his compliment. 

“I take it you got my note?” Eddie asks, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. 

“I did,” you say, still clutching it in your hands. “And I, uh, would like to go on a date with you. So, I’ll definitely call.”

“I get off work at nine,” he tells you. 

“You’ll hear from me soon after that then,” you say with a shy shrug of the shoulders. 

“I’m really looking forward to it, uh…”

He trails off and you realize it’s because he doesn’t know your name. You introduce yourself to him and extend your hand. Instead of shaking it, like you expected, he takes your hand in his and leans in to press his lips against your knuckles. You’re pretty sure you’re going to spontaneously combust. Or have an aneurysm. Or just flat out melt into a puddle on the floor. 

“I’ll talk to you tonight then,” Eddie says.

“Tonight,” you repeat, slowly backing away from him. You don’t want to go, but you know your dad will come in and say something even more embarrassing than he already did if you make him wait too long. 

“Bye, Eddie.”

“Bye, beautiful.”

[gravehags]

the burn between our hearts

Pairing: Ghouls/Ghoulettes x f!Reader

Rating: Mature

Tags: ghouls doing ghoul shit, depression, tender emotions, surprise papa

Words: 2,524

Summary: You have never felt so lost, so empty before, and you are unsure if what's wrong with you can ever be fixed.

a/n: THIS IS IT the final installment of the ghoul bicycle series. I have had so much fun writing this and who knows, might be tempted to write a little more if inspiration strikes me. See end of post for another note.

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33 days.

It’s been 33 days since you’ve seen or heard from any of the ghouls.

You spent the first two and a half weeks of that in your room, sobbing wildly in bed while Sister Marguerite sat next to you rubbing your back and murmuring words of comfort to you. Truth be told, the steady presence of the middle-aged sister provided a warmth that you desperately needed. She never spoke ill of the ghouls and what they had done to you, instead telling you to be patient. That the Unholy Father always provides. That there’s always more to a bad situation than it seems. All difficult words for you to believe when your heart had been shattered the day after you had left Aurora’s room. Your mind was torn - on one hand you had come to expect this: being cast aside once they were done using you. On the other hand…you really thought you had something special with them. From your first time with Swiss to your last time with Aurora and every interaction with every ghoul in between, you felt like you were finally home. That you had finally found your place in the Ministry, by their sides.

Or not.

After most of your tears dry and your depression lets up to the point where you can leave your bed, you become angry. Fucking infuriated. Even before they were your lovers, they were your friends. And they just ditch you and act like you don’t even fucking exist anymore? Fuck that. One evening, you get so mad you stride down to the ghoul den and begin banging on their bedroom doors, cussing and cursing their names. How dare they treat you like you’re disposable? But that’s been the story of your whole life, you suppose. Everyone gets tired of you eventually. With one last slam of your fist against the wall, hard enough to bruise and shake Cumulus’ door, your tears begin to slip out once more.

“FUCK YOU!” you shout, unsuccessfully holding back a sob. The silence in the corridor is deafening so you turn on your heel and leave without a glance backwards. You don’t see the door at the end of the hall cracking open and eyes watching you go.

You return to your chores in the abbey, ignoring the sneers and dirty glances your fellow siblings give you. You’re well aware you’ve been a nuisance to everyone, being holed up in your room and shirking your duties, and you're wracked with guilt. Sister Marguerite assures you sweetly that it’s okay, everyone goes through rough spells and your absence hasn’t caused any undue burden on the rest of the siblings but you have a hard time believing her. You attend your duties but without any real life in your eyes or spring in your step. When you cry, silently, every once in a while, your sniffles draw rolled eyes and scoffs. The siblings don’t say a word to you, until one day, the dam breaks. You’re in the library and let out a small, embarrassing sob as you shelve a book on love magic when a loud slam echoes throughout the library.

“You are so fucking ridiculous, do you know that?”

You don’t realize she’s talking to you until you turn slightly and see her searing gaze. It’s Sister Tamsin. You don’t know her - not really - but she’s well-liked by a lot of people in the abbey. She’s never spoken to you before this and you frantically wipe your tears as she walks closer to you. A small crowd has been attracted to the two of you now, multiple pairs of eyes shifting between you both.

“Acting this way because of the fucking ghouls. Like you’re supposed to be special or some bullshit. Honey, the ghouls fuck everyone. They can’t help themselves. All of us have had a ghoul proposition us at some point, you’re just the only one stupid enough to fall for it. They’re nothing but fucking animals–”

“They are not animals,” you say loudly in a shaky voice but Tamsin isn’t done berating you.

“--oh look at that! She finally uses her mouth to speak instead of just opening it for ghoul cock and cunt. Go on, sweetheart. Tell us all how those beasts love you so much. Their little whore. Their–”

The slap echoes throughout the large room, but both your hands remain clenched into fists by your sides. Looming over Tamsin’s doubled-over form is Sister Marguerite, looking like fury personified in her neat habit.

“You little cunt,” Marguerite spits, causing your eyebrows to raise. You’ve never heard her swear before. “You know just as well as everyone else in this room - in this whole abbey - how sacred the ghouls are. Summoned by our own Papa from the realm of the Unholy Father to help him spread the word of our ministry. And you dare defile their name - and the name of those they have chosen - for petty cruelty? You are nothing, Tamsin. A jealous little gnat. And rest assured, Papa will be hearing about this.”

No one in the room is stunned quite as much as you as Marguerite abandons the red-faced, humiliated Tamsin in order to come to your side and escort you out of the room with her arm firmly planted across your lower back. When you finally step out of the library, she shuts the door firmly behind her and grabs your biceps, pulling you into a hug.

“Enough is enough,” she murmurs, rubbing your back. “I’m relieving you of your duties for the day. Take care, hon. Go back to your room. I’ll be having a word with our Papa.”

With one last squeeze she hustles down the hall, skirts flying and you’re left shell-shocked in the empty corridor. You rub at your eyes with the heels of your hands before doing as she requested.

Three days pass.

Three days and not a single soul dares look at you sideways let alone speak to you. You notice, with a twisted sense of satisfaction, that Tamsin is nowhere to be found. Not in the library, not in the gardens - you haven’t seen her at mass or in the dining hall. When you quietly ask Marguerite about her she just gives you a beatific smile and says, “she’s no longer a problem for you.” Something within you warns you not to inquire further so instead you go back to your normal life. After you finish a shift in the kitchens for the evening, you step out into the cloisters and head for a small courtyard you enjoy. You plop down onto a stone bench with a heaving sigh, trying to ignore the constant ache in your heart as you breathe in the evening air.

“Is this seat taken?”

Your head whips to the side and when you see a figure dressed in a red tracksuit and the earnest face of Papa Emeritus IV you jump up.

“Papa!” you gasp, curtsying before him. “I–no! Please, sit.”

He lowers himself next to you, putting his gloved hands on his thighs and taking a deep breath.

“Nice out, eh?” he asks quietly. You’ve never seen Papa like this - out of the majority of his papal paints and elaborate robes - and you certainly have never spoken to him in conversation like this.

“Beautiful,” you say, folding your hands in your lap. His eyes lower to watch you rub your fingers anxiously and worry at your cuticles. Gently, he reaches over and places a hand over yours.

“I know you’ve been hurting, sorella,” he murmurs, thumb grazing over your knuckles.

“You…you do?” All of a sudden you’re filled with dread at the thought of your poor mental state and shirked duties being reported all the way to Papa. You open your mouth to explain yourself, to apologize profusely but he speaks first.

“My ghouls,” he begins, “are very peculiar creatures. They don’t take well to most humans.”

“Oh?”

“Sì, sì…they are very protective of each other and of me. And…they don’t take human lovers.”

“They…don’t?”

“Not at all, sorella. Which makes you a very peculiar creature yourself. Something that my ghouls noticed straightaway. Something that they have spoken to me a great length about.”

Your stomach does a backflip and he looks at you with his mismatched eyes.

“Sorella, they wanted me to tell you…it is time. Go to them. Go to the last door at the end of the hallway this evening. I apologize for not telling you more - telling you sooner - but they had much to accomplish and wanted this to be a surprise.”

Your heart feels as if it’s going to burst through your ribcage and tears form in your eyes as you regard him.

“Papa…” you say quietly, your voice cracking, “thank you. Ave Sathanas. Thank you, Papa.”

He smiles at you warmly, and reaches up to briefly cup your cheek before jerking his head towards the corridor behind the two of you.

“Go on, cara. They are waiting.”

Before you can doubt yourself, you plant a brief kiss on Papa’s cheek and scurry off. As you make your way on the familiar path to the ghoul den, your hands shake by your sides. What did Papa know? What did Marguerite know, always reminding you to have faith and patience and guiding you with a gentle hand? When you enter the corridor you force yourself to take a series of deep breaths. Swallowing hard, and guided as if by an invisible hand, your feet take you down the wide corridor, all the way to the door at the end. Your pulse thunders in your ears and after a beat, you raise your fist and knock twice before placing your hand on the knob and turning slowly.

What meets your gaze after the door creaks open instantly brings tears to your eyes.

They’re there - all ten of them - standing in various spots in the large room staring at you. When you choke out a pathetic sob, Swiss is by your side in an instant.

“Hey, babygirl,” he says quietly, hand rubbing between your shoulder blades. “Do you like it?”

When you look up at him quizzically, he gestures to the room. You hadn’t even noticed the setting for all the ghouls you adored so dearly. A bed - a ridiculously enormous bed - is pushed against the far wall. Surrounding the large piece of furniture is a collection of thick cushions and pillows of varying sizes, blankets draped here and there. A dresser stands by the opposite wall and a doorway leads to a darkened room you assumed to be the bathroom. Eyebrows drawn in confusion, you look around at them.

“I…I don’t get it.”

“It’s yours,” Cirrus says, stepping forward and taking Swiss’ place at your side. “It’s what we’ve been doing all this time. We can’t bring a mate into the den and not make them a nest.”

She says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world but your jaw falls slack and you hear Aether let out a soft laugh.

“Mate?” your voice is comically high pitched as your eyes dart from Mountain to Sunshine to Aurora, perched on the end of the bed.

“If you’ll have us,” Cumulus supplies quickly, “we’re not going to assume but…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You can’t suppress the hurt in your voice and all at once they jump up and crowd around you.

“Love, like Cirrus said, we couldn’t tell you until we made a proper place for you,” Rain says softly, soothingly, “that’s how it’s supposed to be. The pack has to provide for you.”

“We’re sorry we didn’t say anything, though,” Phantom supplies, wringing his hands, “it…it wasn’t right to make you hurt like that. I told the others, but–”

“--But it was better than making you feel like you’ve been strung along. We had to make our intentions perfectly clear by doing this,” Mountain says calmly, gesturing around the room.

“I thought…I thought you didn’t want me anymore. That you didn’t care about me. That you never cared about me. I–” your words break off in a loud sob that has you doubling over on yourself and the ghouls looking anxiously around the room at one another.

“Honey, I’m sorry. We’re so sorry,” Cumulus says as she steps forward to embrace you, “human emotions can be…difficult for us to understand. We’ve never done this before, you know that? We’ve been telling you for so long that you’re special, that you’re perfect. If we didn’t want you we never, ever would have made this for you. You’re the one. You’re the only one for us.”

When you pull back from Cumulus’ arms, uselessly wiping your tears from her shoulder, she cups your face in her palms.

“We adore you. All of us.” The others nod emphatically, all reaching out to touch you in some way. It doesn’t feel real to you, but you drink it in all the same. Gently, you let go of your anger, of your doubt, and allow yourself to be filled with the perfect, aching love that surrounds you in this room.

“Thank you,” you whisper, squeezing Swiss’ hand in your left and Aurora’s in your right. “This is…wow. All for me, huh?”

“All for you,” Sunshine confirms, brushing your hair away from your face. “Does that mean you accept our offer?”

You let them squirm, just a little bit by remaining silent for a few seconds. When the “yes” leaves your lips, the room erupts triumphantly and suddenly your face is being smothered in kisses. When Swiss picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bed, you can’t help but laugh, thinking of your first time. The ensuing days of celebration are filled with as much love as lust, your naked form barely allowed to ever leave the bed and always surrounded by the sounds of pleasure. You’re thoroughly exhausted by the end of the third day, abbey duties completely forgotten and body limp in the soft sheets. Gently, so as not to wake your pack, you raise yourself onto your elbows and look around the room. On your right on the bed is Dewdrop, snoring softly, while Cumulus curls up behind you. Phantom has found a spot at the bottom of the bed and Swiss and Aurora are intertwined on a cushion across the room. Cirrus, Sunshine, and Rain sleep soundly in a pile next to them while Aether lies curled into Mountain. You smile as you regard the forms of your lovers - all ten of them, you want to laugh - and lower yourself back down into the pillow. Cumulus stirs and murmurs something into your hair, and you reach a soothing hand back behind you to scratch gently at her scalp. Dew’s eyes open briefly, glowing in the dim light of the room and he gives you a sleepy smile. Leaning over, you place a soft kiss on his forehead and run your thumb along his cheekbone.

And for once in your life, here at the abbey or otherwise, you are at peace, you are held, and you are loved.

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a/n: if you're wondering what happened to sister tamsin well. ghouls get hungry, don't they?

[lfghughes]

nico being super clingy towards reader and whispering german in her ear and just being on top of her all day 🥹 💘

a/n: i was really going to go for it and google translate but i know it can be so inaccurate so i'll save us all the embarrassment in case

It wasn’t often that Nico got to sleep in so when you woke up and realized he was still in deep sleep you let yourself slide out of bed to go make yourself a cup of coffee. But it wasn’t that long before you felt an arm wrap around your waist “Come back to bed..” Nico mumbled and you could still hear the sleepiness in his voice. You knew that whatever plans you had or any kind of outing you two could have had today was out the door which you honestly didn’t mind. It was clear Nico wanted a relaxing day at home so you grabbed your coffee mug and followed him back to bed. You barely had adjusted yourself in your bed before his arms were already around you, resting his head on you. “Babe, I’m trying to drink my coffee.” You laughed but all you got from him was a slight move so you could better access your coffee. Once you finished your drink you set the mug down and snuggled up to him, his fingers shifting through your hair as he pressed kisses to your temple. It’s not that Nico wasn’t affectionate, you couldn’t complain there because he was always affectionate with you, but today he was definitely feeling extra lovey. He whispered in your ear words that you had picked up on over the time you two had been together, one of Nicos favorite things was saying words to you in Swiss German. Between “I love you” and “My baby” you knew plenty of words and a smile spread on your lips as he whispered those to you right now. “I have to get some work stuff done today, babe” You told him but he immediately buried his face into your neck. “Do work stuff tomorrow.” So it was settled because how could you say no to that face and to all this affection. Work could wait, your boyfriend not so much.

[divine-misfortune]

Alright so i MIGHT have accidentally deleted the ask that @mac-and-thefox sent like a dumb ass but she requested rulti for the kiss prompts with 'on a place of insecurity'.

With a few little splashes, the flat stone skimmed along the mirror like surface of the lake sending disruptive ripples across the water. Inevitably gravity took hold and plunged the rock beneath the surface and Swiss watched it go with a furrowed brow. Briefly interrupted, the lake settled back into its serene state. Unbothered by him and his influence on it like always. 

He laid back against the dock and stared up at the glittering sky, stars winking down at him in his misery. Swiss knew he'd regret the choice to collapse onto the dock and not the grass, sensing splinters and a lecture from Aether in his future, but the deed was already done. Resigned to his fate, he threw an arm over his eyes in an attempt to block out the silver moonlight. 

"There you are...Started to think you were hiding from me." The dock creaked under added weight, Swiss didn't know if he trusted it to hold two people. 

Swiss lifted his arm long enough to look up at the upside-down face of the water ghoul looming over him. Just as pretty from this angle, outlined in a soft white glow. 

"Not from you, from her" he gestured vaguely towards the sky and Rain's head tilted. "She's been mocking me for days." 

"The moon is mocking you?" 

"Yes! Yes, it fucking has. I know you've felt that tug in your bones all week." He watched Rain straighten out his spine, arms folded neatly behind his back as he tipped his head back. Natural and elegant in her presence like he belonged there. "Calling me back to the water despite everything," he scoffed "she loves my anguish apparently." 

"Now someone sounds a little too self important" he mused and seated himself on the space of the dock beside him, arms braced behind him, head still thrown back to admire the cloudless sky. "She doesn't call you for nothing, certainly not maliciously. You've got it inside you, Mr. Multi." 

"Barely. Hardly a multi ghoul as imbalanced as I am, water just...doesn't stick. Not meant for it." Swiss frowned and turned his face to the side away from Rain, watching the lake gently lapping at the shoreline. "I can make a little wave or two but that's not impressive." 

He turns towards him again and Rain's laying down as well, on his side, staring at him with a bent arm pillowed under his head. There's that tug again. Magnetic and persistent. He sighed and the other ghoul shifted closer, close enough their natural body temperatures clashed. It was impossible not to feel stripped bare when Rain looked at him like that - nothing short of adoring. 

"Still runs in your veins." 

Rain reached for his hand and pulled it closer, tracing the dark blue lines in his wrist with the tip of his finger. Examining him, studying what comprised the multi parts of him. Familiarizing himself with what made him. 

"You may run hot," he paused to kiss his inner wrist. His pulse stuttered under the cool grace of his lips "but that doesn't mean the element has gone and evaporated out of you." 

"Rain-" embarrassment crept into his voice, masking uncertainty. 

"See her in your eyes." 

His hand came to rest on his cheek, thumbing lightly at the space beneath his eye. Swiss exhaled, blinking sparingly as he stared at the silver rings in Rain's eyes. She resided there unapologetically, belonged amongst the sapphire. 

"If anything, I think she's just pulling me back to you," Swiss admitted quietly and mirrored Rain's position on his side. Closer than they had been but not close enough for her incessant pushing. 

"Calling you back to the water where you belong." Hand drifting, Rain cupped the back of his neck and Swiss laid his own on the dip of his waist. Touching to prove the ghoul in front of him, beautiful as he was, was real and not some fantasy. 

Exhaling softly, Swiss could almost taste the rosewater on his breath. He breathed in the artificial vanilla scent of Rain's preferred chapstick and pressed his fingers into his waist. Not hard. A miniscule adjustment, never wanting to let him go. His eyes drifted shut before Rain's lips ever met his, already drowning in the water ghoul's embrace.  

Rain kissed him like he's never tasted doubt on his name. It was easy to let him lead. Easy for Swiss to match the lazy pace, mouths moving together slowly with an unspoken coordination - Rain kissed him like it was his whole purpose in life to steal the air from his lungs and breathe his love back into him, and the idea was preferable to ever tasting oxygen again. 

From his waist, Swiss' hand slipped under his shirt to slide his palm up his spine. He ran hot but Rain, cool to the touch, never failed to even him out. He needed that, balance in skin to skin contact. 

Minutes, hours, centuries later is when Rain broke away and Swiss felt his lungs tight and hot crying for air. It was a feeling he could ignore with such a perfect distraction. Rain's gills fluttered as he drew his own breath. 

"She loves you." Rain squeezed the back of his neck gentle, foreheads coming to rest together. "She loves you because I love you, and the water belongs to you as much as me."

[riconas]

@myghemicalghostmance @media-noche

happy to announce the hotel room only had one bed.

sequel to this ficlet

It’s late when they get to the hotel. The only rule Papa tells them to abide by, albeit with very tired eyes and the air of a man who has seen too much for his time, is “don’t break anything.” Everybody looks very pointedly at Dewdrop as he says so. Aeon wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans. 

He’s assigned a room with Rain, but knowing his packmates, on-paper roommates never really stay as they are. The moment keycards are distributed, he sees them swapping hands. He trails behind Rain all the way to the lift, while Dew and Aurora race to press the button first. 

“Swap with me,” Swiss says to him in an aside, holding his keycard between his index and middle finger. “I’m with Dew.” 

Aeon looks up at him gratefully. “You don’t mind rooming with Rain?” 

“I’d love to room with Rain,” Swiss purrs. “Rainy, come here.” 

Rain turns around. “What do you want?”

Swiss curls a hand around the back of his neck, pulls him closer, and puts his mouth right next to Rain’s ear to whisper something. Rain’s eyes go wide as he lets Swiss push him into a corner of the lift. Aeon strains his ears to listen, but he only catches tonight, can’t walk, and everyone knows. 

The tips of Rain’s ears go a deep maroon. Swiss smiles, and gives his neck an affectionate squeeze. 

“Here,” Swiss says cheerfully, placing his card in Aeon’s hand and nimbly plucking Aeon’s away. “Thanks, darling. I owe you one.”

The room is at the very end of the corridor, right before the suite Papa thankfully isn’t staying in. Aeon’s hands shake far too much when he taps his card. He wipes his palms on his jeans again, before pushing the door open and shouldering his way through with his duffel bag. 

Dew’s waiting for him already, splayed out on the queen-sized bed, shoes and leather jacket haphazardly strewn aside. He perks up upon hearing the door open. “Aeon? Hey! Leave your stuff. Check this out—this bed is so soft, come here.” 

Aeon kicks his shoes off, drapes his jacket over the back of a chair, and plods over to where Dew’s making snow angels on the bedspread. They showered at the venue, so they’re somewhat clean, and he can’t resist—he plonks down beside Dew, marvelling at the downiness of the duvet, rolling onto his side to grin stupidly at Dew’s pretty face. 

Papa is spoiling them. 

“Thanks for coming,” Dew says sweetly, his palm pressed to Aeon’s cheek. “I hope you haven’t forgotten. Swiss took a lot of convincing, you know.” 

Aeon rolls his eyes. Swiss is only next door, probably about to pound Rain into tomorrow and the day after. “Really? He seemed pretty happy to swap. For Rain, I mean. So he could be with Rain. Not because he didn’t want to room with you. Or anything.”

He’s babbling. He shuts his mouth, embarrassed, but Dew just laughs.

“‘Course he was! It’s ‘cause Rainy doesn’t fight like I do. He just lies there and takes it.” He smiles dreamily, holding out his arms. “Cuddle?”

Aeon slots himself against Dew’s chest and wraps himself around Dew’s twig-like body, octopus style. It’s cold outside, and it was freezing when they’d performed, but Dew’s like a furnace, a life-sized heating pad. He presses himself as close as he can, chest-to-chest, hip-to-hip, nestling his head in the junction of Dew’s neck and shoulder. 

“Kiss me there,” Dew breathes, petting over Aeon’s hair, so Aeon presses his lips to Dew’s blistering pulse, laying a trail of kisses all along the line of his throat. Dew sighs happily, wrapping his legs around Aeon’s hips, tilting his head back to expose more of his lovely skin. “That’s so nice,” he says, as he threads his fingers into Aeon’s hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. “That’s so nice, keep doing that.” 

Emboldened, Aeon scrapes his teeth over Dew’s collarbone, leaving the tiniest nick in his wake. He isn’t sure if he’s allowed to do that, but Dew doesn’t seem to mind, not with the way he gasps and arches and ruts sharply against Aeon’s crotch. He’s hardening up, cock pressing through his jeans. Aeon’s no better off. 

They go at it like that for a while, grinding and humping and breathing into each other's mouths, until Aeon whines so plaintively Dew stops in his tracks, pressing a finger against Aeon’s lips. Aeon wiggles in protest. 

“Go to my bag,” Dew says softly. “Second pocket. Bottle of lube. And take your clothes off.” 

Aeon scrambles to comply. He hears the delighted chime of Dew’s laughter behind him, the ruffling noises of Dew shucking his t-shirt and pulling down his jeans. He didn’t think to prep himself before tonight, too caught up in Rain to bother getting ready. He wonders if Dew will be gentle, or if he’ll try to outdo Rain, or they’ll have to pay a fine for noise complaints. 

“Better hurry,” Dew calls. “I can hear Swiss and Rain next door. They’re getting pretty noisy already.” He catches the bottle Aeon throws at him, pops the cap, and drizzles a good amount onto his cock. “Come here. I wanna finger you.” 

Dew is vicious, Aeon realises. And stronger than he looks. He bites his knuckles and pulls his knees up to his chest as Dew scissors him open, watching him with a cocky smirk on his face, stripping him bare. It’s considerate, and efficient, but Aeon doesn’t want to wait any longer. 

“Can I touch myself?” he asks shyly. 

“No need to ask,” Dew replies, casual as anything, sliding his fingers out to circle Aeon’s rim before pressing back in with three. “I’m nicer than Rain.” 

Aeon grabs his cock, squeezes the shaft, cups his heavy balls in the palm of his hand. If he really listens, really concentrates, he can just about hear Rain’s heavy breathing through the walls, the muted slap of skin on skin. It spurs him on, gets him worked up. Gets him desperate. 

Dew pushes in without warning, holding his legs up and to the sides, and Aeon yelps in surprise. When he turns his head a little, he can see his feet beside his shoulders, flexed and tensed, toes curling reflexively. He rubs at his own nipples, pressing himself into the mattress as Dew sinks all the way down to the hilt and tucks his face beside Aeon’s to blow a hot puff of air right against the shell of his ear.

“You hear that?” he huffs, knocking Aeon’s hand away, pinching Aeon’s nipple and rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger. “I think I hear Rain crying. Whining like a little bitch.”

Aeon whines too, scrabbling at Dew’s back. Dew isn’t moving, just keeping Aeon stuffed and still, and he’s heavier than he looks so Aeon can’t really move either. With Dew lying on him like a very uncomfortable weighted blanket, Aeon is helpless, and it’s driving him crazy. He worries Dew might just stay like that forever, might make Aeon cockwarm him until he goes soft. Desperately, he kicks his heels into Dew’s bony ass, and Dew scolds him by knocking a palm into his windpipe. 

Dew is most certainly not nicer than Rain.

“He isn’t crying,” Aeon pants, once he’s stopped coughing. “He’s tougher than that.”

“‘Kay,” Dew says flippantly. Then he’s pulling out and Aeon’s eyes go wide before he pushes in again, all at once, with a slap that makes Aeon flinch. He does it again, squeezing Aeon’s throat for leverage, gripping his hip until it hurts and Aeon has to jerk away. 

Satanas, Dew’s just as nasty as Rain. The cuddles were all a ploy to get him all soft and subservient, to knock his defences down, and he’s so gullible that it actually worked. He reaches to touch Dew’s stomach, tracing lightly over the lean contours of his abs, dragging his fingers up to tug at the rings through Dew’s nipples. He really likes them, likes how they make the buds all puffy if he tugs hard enough. 

(He’s heard there’s a ghoul at the abbey who knows his way around a needle and a taper. One of the older fire ghouls, if he remembers right. He makes a mental note to seek them out when he gets back.)

“Love your hole,” Dew breathes. “So tight. Squeezes my dick real good.” He rubs a palm over Aeon’s lower stomach, feeling for the shape of himself inside, and Aeon stares in wonder. Dew could have used more lube, he thinks, but he finds he doesn’t really mind the burn, doesn’t really mind the smudge of hurt.  

“You like using it?” Aeon asks daringly, squeezing around Dew's dick.

“Fuckin’ love using it,” Dew groans. “Perfect little cunt.”

Aeon closes his eyes. He doesn’t need to think about how hard that word made his dick kick. 

“Harder,” he says, touching Dew’s wrist. “I want it rough. Like Rain did today, in the dressing room.”

Hearing Rain’s name must snap something in Dew. Maybe it’s his competitive streak, or his possessive tendencies, but his voice loses its soft edge after that, turning sharp and ragged, like the edge of a broken rock. 

“Like Rain?” he snarls, grabbing Aeon’s throat and squeezing tight.

“Uh-huh,” Aeon replies, nodding as best he can. 

Dew snaps his hips hard, fucking him with brutal punches that have Aeon’s head spinning. “I’m fucking you and you’re thinking of Rain?” He spits Rain’s name like it’s a dirty word, a bad taste in his mouth. “Why don’t you go next door, then, if you want Rain so bad? Bet he’d love to use your dirty hole. Maybe Swiss will join in, fuck your throat while he’s at it.” 

Aeon wants to tell Dew to keep it down, that he’s being too loud, that the hotel is way too nice for this and they’re going to get funny looks at breakfast tomorrow, but between the cruel jab of Dew’s cock and the growing ache in his gut, he loses the words before they get past his tongue. He presses his face into the pillow and twists his fingers into the sheets, trying not to look too smug, lest Dew discover this is what he wanted all along. 

“You’re better,” he says instead, cock-drunk and stupid. “You make me feel better than he did.”

Dew laughs out loud. “Then you’d better make me cum. Treat me better than you treated Rain, alright? You hear me?”

Aeon hears him, loud and clear. He clenches as hard as he can, revelling in the sting of Dew’s shaft catching on his rim and the stilted gasp Dew lets out. His own cock is hard against his stomach—he’d gotten no relief after Rain used him earlier, and it’s catching up with him now. He spits on his hand and grabs his dick, thumbing underneath the slit, polishing the head with his palm. He’s waited so long. 

Dew shifts, and the change in angle puts his cock right up against Aeon’s prostate, neglected until now. Aeon grits his teeth to stifle his moan, gripping the sheets so hard he fears he may rip them. 

“You’re mine,” Dew snarls, pistoning his hips like a fucking machine, so hard Aeon nearly bounces off the mattress with each thrust. “You don’t think about anyone else when I’m fucking you, you understand?”

“Yes,” Aeon says, his voice cracking.

Dew slaps him. “Yes who?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Aeon gasps. 

Over in the next room, Rain wails. 

[wrathofrats]

Hiya!! I've never sent an ask before so sorry if this is weird haha.

For the dialogue prompts, maybe number 34 and Swiss/Phantom? :)

“oh, yeah? you like it when i do that, baby?” Frommm the prompt list

Omg no ur not weird i love getting asks and actively encourage interacting with me

Have some t4t swisstom wet and messy grinding because its what god would have wanted. Cunt and clit and cock used to refer to both parties, and being weird about t dicks.

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Phantom cant stop staring.

Swiss grips his hips, grinding desperately against phantoms cunt, his clit fat and engorged with arousal as it slides through his folds. Phantom watches as it peeks through, completely covered in his slick. Swiss could probably fuck him with it if he wanted to. It’s mesmerizing the way they move together, some debauched dance that leaves phantom seeing stars.

Swiss’ own cunt drools relentlessly, no doubt from the water part of him. It covers phantoms thighs, lines of slick attaching them when Swiss pulls his hips up to grind down again. The noise is sick, wet and dirty and phantom can’t get enough of it.

“Like something you see lovebug?” Swiss teases at the quint ghoul. His fascination is adorable, a spark of wonder to his eye as Swiss grinds their clits together. He pulls a couple moans out of him, watches as his legs shake with the friction.

“Fuck, want your dick in me” phantom practically whispers, as if he wasn’t saying it to Swiss at all. “Need to suck on your cock”

To say phantom was obsessed with Swiss’ t dick was a bit of an understatement. He could worship it if Swiss would let him. It’s just enough, just enough to stroke, suck on when he’s allowed, hold it in his mouth

“Such a good little cock warmer right bug?” Swiss coos at the ghoul between his legs, lips wrapped around him

“I know you do, just wanna rub our cocks together for now ok?” Phantom nods absentmindedly, continuing to stare.

Swiss reaches between them, rolling phantoms clit between his fingers. It’s slippery, phantom immediately arching off the bed to try and force any more stimulation that he can as he slaps his hand over his mouth to cover up the pathetic sound it tears from him.

“oh, yeah? you like it when i do that, baby?”

There’s only a nod in response, phantom much too worked up to speak coherently without embarrassing himself. It’s little, just enough for Swiss to get his fingers on it but phantoms so sensitive it barely matters, could cum just from the lightest touch.

“Can’t wait till you can fuck me with this” Swiss notes, taking his own t dick in his hand to rub against phantoms, “it’ll feel so good to be able to stroke them together, get your little cock in my hands”

“Please” phantom cries

“Finally be able to suck on you properly, wrap my tongue around it, you’ll just have the sweetest little dick won’t you?”

A heat builds in phantoms stomach as his hips lose their rhythm, mostly relying on Swiss to give him what he needs. He can feel his cunt drool onto the bed while they grind together.

“Wanna cum? Gonna get cock all wet and messy for me?”

“Yeah- need to cum around your cock Swiss” phantom pants

“Go on then, wanna see my good boy cum for me”

[xximperioxx]

Blushin’

Dewdrop/Sodo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW (18+ ONLY), blood (only a little), vaginal fingering, handjob, Sodo being a whore on stage

Notes: this took so long and I’m so sorry. Work has been crazy and it’s currently midterm week for me at school. Also I wasn’t sure what to call him (Sodo or Dewdrop) bc obviously the fandom has different views on it. So I just called him Dewdrop but if it really bugs people I can change it. Also this is my first time writing something spicy/smutty so pls be gentle on me I beg. Enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were standing on the sideline of the stage, watching Papa and the ghouls put on the ritual for the fans. You were a sister of sin and somehow found yourself helping with production on tour. You were a bit surprised when Sister Imperator had asked you to join Papa and the ghouls on tour since you had often helped with events around the abbey, nonetheless you immediately accepted. The chance to get to know the ghouls excited you. You had only seen them during mass or when Papa played rituals at the abbey.

You had liked the fire ghoul since you had met him after quite physically bumping into him and you falling on your ass. He was angry. Stomping and mumbling something about Aether when you happened to have been too busy walking with your nose stuck in notes for the ritual of the night. You had suddenly felt a force and before you could let out a squeak, you had found yourself on the floor. You looked up with a glare before you got on your knees and grabbed the papers that had fallen out of your hands, “Watch it, Stompy.”

Your eyes had widened, almost not believing the words that had left your mouth. The ghoul had scoffed as he looked down at you, “Maybe you should watch it,” A smirk quickly appeared on his face, “You look good on your knees, Sister.” his smirk only grew when he saw you turn red.

~~~~~

That turned into the ghoul making you blush by teasing you at every moment he could and he loved it. He loved how flustered you got. You wouldn’t dare tell anyone but you enjoyed the moments between the two of you. Unfortunately for you, the ghoulettes figured it out within the first week of the tour while Swiss was upset because they knew something he didn’t and bugged them until the secret was told. The girls tried to get you to talk to him and have an actual conversation but you claimed to be too busy. Swiss makes it blatantly obvious by just staring back and forth at you and Dew or forcing conversation between the two of you.

~~~~~

Then before the show today, you had been been stressing to the technicians about the lighting and timing before the group was to go on stage. Papa spoke up, “Sister Y/N, please understand I mean with the utmost respect,” you had turned to him confused and slightly concerned, “but, you need to get laid.”

The ghouls snickered as you stood there shocked, “Copia!”

He put his hands up in defense and mumbled something about it showing. Swiss went to open his mouth and he swears it’s like you have a sixth sense of when he’s going to say something stupid. You had pointed your finger at him without looking, “Now isn’t the time, Swiss.”

That caught the ears of the fire ghoul. As he stood there stoically, his eyes behind the mask glaring at the tall ghoul and you. His mind runs through thoughts of you and Swiss, involuntary letting out a low growl.

Dew tried to hide the small jolt he made when Papa put his hand on his shoulder, almost sensing something was going to happen.

Checking the time, you shoo the group out on stage wishing them luck. Before leaving, Dew’s hand brushes against yours causing you to look down at them. You look back up to see him staring at you already, silence engulfing the two of you for a few moments. “No good luck kiss?”

You let out a small laugh, your cheeks turning pink yet again. Suddenly, you feel his warm hand against your cheek as he tilts your head up. You feel your face get hotter, not just from the fire ghoul but embarrassment. It had been some time since someone was this close and intimate with you.

Dew held back a groan as he felt his pants tighten at the sight of you staring up at him with your doe eyes.

You swallow your nerves before speaking up quietly, “You should really join the others out there.”

Swiss rounds the corner, “hey (Y/N), have you seen my-..” his eyes widened at the sight, “oh satan, I’m sorry.”

Dewdrop immediately dropped his hand when he heard the multi ghoul’s voice. He lets out another low growl, annoyed about the interruption. You pointed at the tambourine on the couch and watched as Swiss ran and grabbed before he squeaked out a ‘thanks’ as he rushed out of the room. Before you had a chance to say something or even look at Dew, you saw him following Swiss out onto the stage.

~~~~~

They were playing Year Zero and you couldn’t help but stare at Dew. Hell, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You watched him saunter over to Rain but not before stealing a glance at you. Knowing he had your attention, he places his hand on Rain’s chest before sliding his hand up to the water ghoul’s throat. Maintaining eye contact with you, Sodo grips the ghoul's throat. Without realizing, you suddenly feel yourself clench your thighs together. You begin to feel breathless like you had just run a marathon but instead you had just watched possibly the hottest thing you’ve seen.

Throughout the rest of the song, Dew continues to make eye contact with you while making innuendos with his guitar. The ghoul was extremely thankful for his guitar hiding the bulge in his pants because he would never hear the end of it from Aether. He could smell your arousal. This was dangerous. The ghoul decided to stay away from your side of the stage before he got too carried away. When it was time to play Mummy Dust, Dewdrop was preparing for when the confetti shot out. He can’t help but glance your way again before he runs his hand against his mouth and slowly drags it down his chest to the best of the song before he begins the motion of jerking off in front of the crowd.

With a racing heart, you didn't notice you were biting your lip so hard until you tasted the metallic. Bringing a finger to your lip, you touch it gently and wince at the pain. You pull back to see blood on your finger.

The smell of metallic reaches the nose of the fire ghoul and he stops for a second. He physically moans at the sight of you with a bloody lip. You could feel his eyes on you again but decide not to look up before you turn around to go clean up your lip. Also to get a hold of yourself but you didn’t want to admit it. The ghoul begs Satan that these last two songs would go by quickly as his cock was beginning to ache in his pants.

When you had reached the bathroom, you looked at yourself in the mirror and groaned. You looked like a horny virgin. Rosy cheeks and a glow, pupils dilated, and now a bloody lip. Your skin felt so hot. Ignoring the ache in your core, you bend down to the sink and splash water onto your face to calm and cool you down.

Suddenly you feel a hand cover your mouth, your eyes widen as a muffled scream attempts to leave your mouth. The person pushes themselves into you causing you to squirm. Your eyes move up and you see the mask of the fire ghoul staring back at you. What you expected to be a sigh of relief came out as a moan. It slipped from your mouth as you felt his bulge against you. You hear the ghoul let out a chuckle and you turn even more red from embarrassment.

You rip his hand off your mouth and turn around to face him. You immediately slap his chest, “you scared the shit out of me,” You began to whisper yell, “wait-how did you even get in here I locked the door-…”

He pulls you in by your waist and kisses you hungrily. You wince at the pressure on your lip but ignore it and kiss him back harder. After a few seconds, you both slightly pull away breathless. “I picked the lock, duh,” Dew mumbles against your lips. You can’t help but let out a small laugh.

Smiling, you look up at him and notice his lips, “You got a little blood…” you trail off before you wipe it away with your thumb. He hasn’t stopped staring at your lips and quite frankly, you found it a bit concerning, “Dew?”

In a spur, he pulls your bottom lip with his teeth and begins to suck the blood out of your lip bite. He groans at the metallic taste and can’t help but begin to rut against you. You hear the sound of his zipper and it snaps you out of your euphoric daze.

You pull away, whining against his lips, “please touch me. Please.”

“I thought you’d never ask.” He hurriedly unzips your pants and brushes his fingers past your panties and against your core. You let out a gasp and the ghoul immediately puts his mouth back on yours. Inserting a finger in you, you grab his hand that was leaving against the sink. You guide it to your throat. He gives you an unsure look before you nod.

“Aren’t you naughty, Sister.” You attempt to nod again but Dew squeezes your throat. You whimper. “Did you like that? That little show I did with Rain? It was just for you.”

You slide your hand down to his trousers and pull his leaking cock out. He grits teeth at you causing his fangs to show. “Of course you liked it, I smelt your arousal the whole time.” He adds another finger in you and removes his hand from your throat and replaces it with his mouth. “It was so hard not to bring you out onto that stage and fuck you in front of everyone. To mark, to have you scream my name.”

You feel yourself tighten at the words that leave his mouth which causes him to groan against your neck. You feel his thumb brush against your clit and you begin to feel your orgasm approaching. You beg him for more.

Pleas and the ghoul’s name were the only thing leaving your mouth like it was a prayer before your death. Dew bites down onto your neck. “Come on, pretty girl,” you grip his biceps as ecstasy fades over you, a drawn out moan leaving your mouth.

You lean into him, exhaustion hitting you. After a minute you catch your breath, you catch sight of his aching member. It was begging to be touched. You look up at him with doe eyes.

Slowly you run your hand down his chest just as he did on stage. You run your thumb over his tip, “Oh, Satan,” he groans into your neck. With his hands on either side of you, you lean up and kiss the exposed skin of his neck. He watches you lick your hand as he did as you wrap you hand around his cock. You slowly begin to pump and the ghoul becomes a moaning mess. Feeling him rut into your hand causes you to speed up. “I’m close-“ he tries to warn but you abruptly stop and fall to your knees. Not even trying to conceal it at this point, he lets out a loud, breathy moan at the sight of you on your knees. This was something he has been dreaming about for weeks. You stare up at him as you place gentle kisses on his cock before you take him into your mouth. You try not to gag as you can’t fit him entirely. The feeling of your warm mouth was too much for him. You barely get the chance to suck him off before he releases into your mouth as swears and grunts leave his mouth. You moan just at the sight of him and you swear you could cum again.

Sunshine’s gentle voice comes through the door, “I’m really sorry to interrupt but I really need to use the bathroom.”

“Fuck off!”

“Dew! Don’t talk to Sunshine like that.” He looks down at you and mumbles a ‘sorry’ to you before yelling an apology to the ghoulette.

Still enjoying your embrace, he places a gentle kiss on your forehead. The action brings a smile to your face and again a light blush brightens your face. The ghoul pulls away slowly as a smirk forms on his face, “I knew you’d look good on your knees.”

[coffeeghoulie]

for the kiss ask, 7 with dewphantom? :333

I do call them Aeon in this, I hope that's alright!

Prompt from this list

#7: to shut them up

"Dew?"

Dew blinks awake, back pressed against the wall of his bunk. The bus is swaying gently, and he can feel the vibrations of the engine even back here, in the darkness behind his privacy curtain. His sleep was restless anyways. The bunk has been too empty, too cold, even though the fire in his chest hasn't burned any lower.

"Voidling?" he mumbles. He paws the curtain open, revealing Aeon, blanket in hand, worrying at the skin around their claws, hands held up by their chest. They startle, even though they had called for him.

"Did I wake you?" they whisper, tail lashing behind them, the spade scraping against the rough carpet lining the aisle floor.

Dew shrugs, patting the space beside him. "You want in?"

They don't answer, crawling into Dew's bunk, dragging their blanket in with them. Dew's hit with the ozone scent of barely in-control quintessence, the tartness of blackberries underneath, and he's quick to reach out, hand just above their bicep.

"How'd you feel about touch, voidling?"

They nod, and Dew doesn't hesitate, pulling the younger ghoul into his arms, his narrow chest pressed against their back. "So," he hums, nosing at the soft black hair at the base of their skull. "Can't sleep?"

"Brain won't shut up," Aeon whispers, clutching the soft, violet fabric to their face, muffling their words.

Dew hums, a rusty purr kicking up in his chest. This has never been his strong suit, but Belial, Aeon came to him, and he'd be damned back to the Pit before he didn't at least try to help them. "You want to talk about it?"

Aeon tenses in his arms, and Dew purrs a little louder, hand rubbing up and down their bicep. "It's okay if you don't wa-"

"Do you think any of them really like me?" Aeon blurts out, turning in Dew's arms so they're facing him. Dew tenses, brow furrowing as he pulls them closer, chest to chest.

"What do you mean, voidling?" An icy feeling fills Dew's chest as Aeon begins to ramble.

"I don't think any of the fans like me, I keep making mistakes and I can feel Papa looking at me and I'm here instead of him and I'm not doing a good enough job taking his pl-"

He's had enough. He takes their face in his hands, spindly fingers, weaving into their hair as he kisses them softly.

"Voidling, sweet thing, listen to me, okay?"

Aeon nods, their violet eye crossed as they look at him, practically nose to nose. They're shaking, and Dew wishes he were better at this. But they came to him.

"They love you, voidling," he says, leaning closer to kiss between their eyes. "I promise you. You're doing just fine. And we all make mistakes, and we've been doing this a lot longer than you have."

"Thanks, Dew," they whisper, leaning into his hands.

"I know I've shown you that one time Swiss ate shit during Year Zero and fucked up his back," Dew says, scrabbling for his phone. "I don't think anyone's showed you this yet, voidling, but I fucked up Ritual one time so bad, I mimed shooting myself on stage, I was so embarrassed."

They laugh, a little chuckle, and Dew can feel it from where they're pressed together. He pulls back just a little to search for the clip. Dew feels Aeon relaxing against him, and counts it as a win.

[st-danger]

Dew: paint me like one of your french girls (joke)

Swiss: okay (not joke)

Dew: embarrassed and flushed and hard as hell as he sits while Swiss draws him. Nothing more than an object to be captured on paper (he’s never been more turned on)

He's never hidden his pens and art books, but he's never advertised it either. It's just something Swiss does, the sketching. Scenes from the tour bus. Scenery. Sometimes nothing at all but shapes and squiggles filling an entire page just because he can.

To be the centre of his attention in general makes Dew preen. To be the sole focus like this is an overwhelming and decadent kind of thing, he thinks.

Inspected, observed. A vehicle for Swiss to use as a creative outlet.

"Legs spread," Swiss says, again. "Don't hide. Let me see it."

Dew leans back on the bed, locking his arms behind him, and parts his legs.

"Good. Hold that," Swiss murmurs, sounding almost distracted alongside the push and pull of the pencil. Long, loose lines Dew can't wait to see. Under the approval, Dew feels familiar heat low in his belly.

"Like the view?" he can't help but ask, tilting his head and gifting Swiss with a wry smile.

"It's nice," Swiss agrees and Dew rolls his eyes.

"It's more than nice," he corrects. He knows what he looks like; he doesn't feel it egotistical in the least to acknowledge that the form he wears Above Ground is an attractive one. Swiss allows a knowing smirk, a brief flash before his concentration is back, face carefully neutral once more.

"Stroke it for me," he says, like it's a normal request, casual. Dew draws a breath, pleased. His left hand moves from the bed and comes to rest on his chest. Slowly, slowly, Dew lets his fingers trail down his sternum, his belly. Showy and unnecessary, but Swiss is here to observe and enjoy; far be it from Dew to deny him. He sees the way Swiss's eyes follow the lines he draws, down further, brushing over a hint of hair below his navel, down to the patch of hair at the base of his cock. Finally, curling around his shaft, holding himself in a loose fist. It's teasing, his movements. Light. At odds with how heavy he's leaning back in his right hand to hold him up.

The pencil scratches against the paper and Dew plays with himself.

He feels less like he's under a spotlight in stage and more like he's under a microscope. The intensity with which Swiss is staring at him, at every turn of his wrist- he always gets flushed when aroused. Always. And it will spill down his neck, onto his chest as it always does. He wonders if Swiss will shade him darker there.

"You can go faster," Swiss says after a few minutes of Dew's lazy toying. He agrees, of course, but,

"Is that a suggestion or is that what the artist requires?" he drawls. Swiss looks up from the page with dark eyes.

"If you're gonna sit for this, I need full cooperation." Dew feels a frission of pleasure zing down his spine.

"Of course," he agrees, hand tightening, working himself faster, dick filling out quicker. "Wouldn't want to disrupt your...creative process."

"'Course not," Swiss replies. The sketchbook is held steady in his lap. "You're a good boy."

If Dew were to, say, let out a hint of a pained moan, Swiss doesn't acknowledge it.

He pulls at himself in even, measured pumps, fully hard in little time at all and chewing on his lip. Swiss avoids his eyes, looking only over his naked body or the paper in his lap. Not seeing him for him. He's an object to be appreciated, and Dewdrop so loves to be adored.

It's a thrill.

He knows under the sketchbook, Swiss is hard. He's thick and heavy in his pants, and he's adjusted his posture twice in the chair, subtly uncomfortable. Dew enjoys this particular brand of suffering for himself, and it's made all the sweeter for knowing he isnt the only one. He can't stop himself from pushing his hips into his fist.

"Stay still," Swiss chides.

He stops stroking, lets go, and his stiffy sways. Swiss raises a brow.

"It's hard," Dew shrugs. "You want me still-"

"Hold it."

Dew stares for a moment, and then wraps his fingers around the base, squeezing.

"Hold it still?"

Swiss does not respond, merely goes back to short strokes on the page and Dew waits for any further instruction. It doesn't come. A long, silent minute passes.

"Tip wet yet?" Swiss asks, not even looking up from the page. Dew swallows, mouth suddenly dry.

"Not yet," he says.

"Let me know when it is."

[hypnoneghoul]

Another Way Of Breaking You Down

WC: 1,6K

Relationship: Swiss/Mountain

Tags: Butt plugs, anal sex, gill play

Swiss just gets himself gills and Mountain really likes it and they're kind grossly in love and there's a lot of cum

Notes: KING OF GILL FUCKING STRIKES AGAIN HEHEHEHEH WHO CHEERED (not the best but its something hehehe)

Read under the cut or on AO3.

This wasn’t exactly what he planned. How he planned it.

He didn’t plan it at all.

It started with a very boring conversation with Dewdrop, which somehow turned into them talking about gills. Swiss whined about not being able to experience what Dew so vividly described - orgasm triggered by gill stimulation.

Dewdrop also said Mountain was the expert in this field. That he wasn’t only exceptionally good at this, he also loved doing it, could get off on it himself.

When the same evening Swiss’ eyes lingered on Rain’s neck for too long he asked what it was that plagued the multi ghoul’s mind. Swiss could never say no to Rain, so he told him.

And Rain got an idea.

“You know, water ghoul’s have two unglamoured forms, right? We can switch between the features, technically, but there's a normal and… aquatic version. You’re part water. You should be able to shift into the aquatic form.”

It took a week for Swiss, under Rain’s watchful eye, to manage to sprout out gills.

Fully functioning gills.

Swiss made some… preparations before their last session. When they were done Rain offered to help him test them out first, but the multi ghoul was keen on having one specific person shove their fingers into the newly formed slits on his neck and ribs. Not only only, but he needed Mountain to do it first, and he needed it now.

That’s why he thanked Rain with a quick kiss and a promise of a blowjob and stormed out to go look for the earth ghoul. And the water ghoul didn’t take any offence, of course, he’d get his turn soon enough.

Swiss encountered a slight issue, on his way, though.

He threw on a hoodie, partially because he didn’t want to run around shirtless, but mostly so he could surprise Mountain. As the fabric brushed against the sensitive frills adorning the gills on his ribs and on his neck when he bunched up the hood, his knees nearly buckled and he had to hold in a moan, clenching around the plug he’d put in earlier.

There was no way he’d last longer than a minute when Mountain would touch him.

And there was no way he was getting rid of the gills.

The multi ghoul tried to regain at least a fraction of composure to go on a further search for his mate but he was only partially successful. He did find Mountain but by the time he did he was already rock hard and dripping.

“Hey, sweetheart, everything alright?” Mountain asked as Swiss barged into his room, locking the door behind himself. He checked it earlier but the earth ghoul had to move when he was running around the abbey with a boner and a plug up his ass.

“Mountain, my beautiful, kind mate,” he muttered, choking on a groan when he tightened the hood around his neck, “I have a… surprise, for you. Or us…”

“You look and smell like you’re in heat,” he chuckled in response, casting a glance down to Swiss’ tented pants. “What is it?”

The multi ghoul whined, letting go of his hood but not allowing it to fall completely just yet. He grabbed Mountain by his shoulders and pressed their lips together as he pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. Swiss straddled Mountain’s lap, grinding his clothed cock against the other’s rapidly plumping up one. The earth ghoul’s hands started wandering over Swiss’ own arms and his back, nearing dangerously close to the gift hidden under the hoodie’s black fabric.

They slipped lower, thankfully. Mountain grabbed the multi ghoul’s ass and absentmindedly kneaded it with his big hands in a circular motion when his fingers brushed against-

“Swiss is that a-” he got cut off with a whimper from where Swiss had just hid himself in his mate’s neck, suddenly embarrassed. Mountain sneaked his hand under the elastic of his pants, being met up with a not-at-all-shocking lack of underwear, and trailed his rough yet gentle fingers down to under Swiss’ tail, in between his cheeks and got undeniable confirmation that the ghoul was indeed wearing a plug. He was also deliciously wet, but the scent coming off of him in waves was too spicy for it to be just lube.

Maybe gills weren’t the only water ghoul feature Swiss brought up.

“Is… is that my surprise?” Mountain breathed out, running his fingers through the sticky mess flooding Swiss’ sweats, grabbing the base of the plug and twisting it slightly. Just to hear the multi ghoul whine again.

“Half of it,” he mumbled, leaving wet kisses on his mate’s neck, his collarbone.

“Then show me the rest, my darling.”

Swiss rocked his hips into Mountain’s one more time before pulling away. He gripped the bottom of the hoodie and slowly pulled it up and completely off, throwing it into a corner.

When he looked at the earth ghoul again, his eyes were wide and glassy, mouth agape, nearly drooling, “W- what do you think?”

Mountain swallowed, blinking slowly as he, with great effort, turned his gaze up onto Swiss. His hands came to hover over the fins on his ribs with a silent question. Swiss nodded and long fingers made contact with the pretty frills, “How did you…?”

“Rain helped, we-” a growl cut him off. Swiss got the hint, no space for another ghoul’s name. “Relax, my beast, he didn’t touch me. I’m yours, it's all for you.”

“I need you on my cock, now,” Mountain spoke in a way that left no room for argument. Not that Swiss would have anything to say. He scrambled off of his mate, they both frantically ripped off their clothes and soon enough Swiss was crawling over to where Mountain situated himself against the headboard of his bed.

The multi ghoul knelt, knees bracketing Mountain’s own, and leaned down to push his face into the other’s chest. He reached behind Swiss, the other hand caressing his back, and eased the toy out of his non-stop dripping hole. Mountain’s own cock stood at full attention, tip flushed and shiny, needing to be buried in his mate ten minutes ago.

Swiss kissed Mountain, all but shoving his tongue into the other’s welcoming mouth, as he slowly sunk down on his length. Even despite the plug the stretch was wonderful, the unholy amounts of slick he was drooling creating the filthiest sound. They panted into each other’s mouths as Swiss bottomed out, both of them ridiculously close for how they’ve just started.

“Mountain, my love, p- please,” the multi ghoul whined and clenched down on him, making Mountain’s hips thrust up on their own accord. A wet squelch accompanying the movement.

“Fuck, you- you’re so wet,” he moaned, moving his hands to rest over his mate’s hip.

“No, no, touch ‘em, touch my gills,” Swiss cried out, emphasising his plea with another squeeze of Mountain’s cock inside him.

And who was Mountain to say no?

“Fuck that’s so hot, I love you so much,” his hands trailed upwards, thumbs softly brushing over the soft fins and gently lifting them up to tease the sensitive flesh of the slits, eliciting a high pitched moan from the multi ghoul. His mouth found Swiss’ neck, warm ragged breath ghosting over the gills there.

“M- Mountain, I love you too, fuck.”

“Shhh, my darling, I’ve barely touched you,” he whispered with another buck of his hips, another lewd noise. It made Swiss’ cock throb where it was trapped between them, flushed angry red and so wet.

Swiss let out a pitiful whine, between the feeling of Mountain’s cock filling him and his fingers teasing his gills he had approximately thirty seconds left before he’d burst, “I’m too close, shit, I’ll- I’m-”

“It’s okay, me too, my heart,” Mountain moaned into his neck as he got closer, now his lips were brushing over Swiss’ fins, making the ghoul nearly levitate with sensations. “Right there with you, yeah?”

The earth ghoul waited for anything of a somewhat coherent response, any indication that Swiss was ready to come. All he got was a loud whine and roll of his hips that made Mountain’s cock jump where it was buried in his ass.

He shifted his hands on Swiss’ ribs, replacing his thumbs with index and middle fingers on both sides. Not quite pushing them in, just gently laying over the slits, “Ready, love?”

“Y- yeah, Mountain, please,” he begged and the earth ghoul smiled against his neck, thrusting up again, his balls and thighs completely drenched in his mate’s slick by now. 

Mountain slipped those fingers into the gills on Swiss’ ribs in the same second his tongue wormed its way into those on his neck. He sucked the sensitive fins into his mouth and Swiss was done, eyes rolling back into his head as he screamed.

The way his body clamped down on Mountain as he came and the taste of Swiss’ gills on his tongue forced his own orgasm to rip through him, hot cum filling his mate up as they both shook, holding onto each other tightly.

It took infinitely more time for Swiss to get back on Earth and looking down at the amount of cum his now limp cock drooled out in between their bodies nearly made him come again, right there. He may have already warmed up to water ghoul nature.

“Back with me, my dear?” Mountain asked, wiping away sweat from where it beaded over Swiss’ brows. It took his golden eyes a moment to focus on the earth ghoul’s emerald own but they lit up once he registered the soft, adoring look on his face.

“Mhmmm…” he purred, leaning down to rub his stubble on Mountain’s cheek, a gesture more meaningful than a simple kiss.

“I love you too, but we are extremely messy,” he chuckled, grabbing Swiss’ hips and helping him off of his softened cock. That only added to said mess, when Mountain’s cum started to leak out of the multi ghoul.

“Whoops,” he sighed, not sounding remorseful in the slightest. “Bath?”

“Bath.”