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Kinktober Day #22: Sexting

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

Pairing: Swiss/Dew

Summary: Dew and Swiss's teams play on opposite sides of the country, but that won't stop them from getting up to their usual antics.

Takes place in a scene mentioned in chapter four of Five Minutes for Fighting, but if you don't want to read a 15k fic right now, Swiss and Dew are on opposing hockey teams and speedrunning an enemies to lovers arc. They're about 75% of the way there in this fic. I wasn't comfortable enough writing smut to write this scene out when I posted that chapter, but I am now. Tada!

Contains mutual masturbation, phone sex, and two idiots pining for each other.

Tagging @forlorn-crows, @nocturnalghoul, @askingforthesun, and @highdefinitions for hockey ghoul reasons <3 and a special thank you to @highdefinitions for helping me with Swiss's team's name.

Read under the cut or on AO3!

Dew flops down on the hotel mattress, a bit too firm for his taste, and grabs his phone off of the nightstand. In the time it took for him to wash the sweat from his hair and change into comfortable clothing, he's gotten a new message.

S: Saw the highlights from the Ghouls game tonight. A lot of those clips were you.

Dew preens, even though he knows the other man's just trying to butter him up. He did play well. When he really applies himself, when he gets in the zone, when he's not picking fights with Swiss for fun, he's one of the top scorers on the roster.

He runs through the game schedules in his mind, trying to remember the next time the Popestars, Swiss's team, and the Ghouls play. It's not for a couple of weeks, but Dew does remember that the Popestars were scheduled to play the Holy Hitters a few hours prior. Dew opens his phone, starts texting back.

D: Didn't you skate tonight? When the fuck did you have time to watch Ghouls highlights?

S: At the hotel now. You took some big hits tonight, spitfire

Dew groans at the reminder, sore ribs and shoulder lighting up. He had been checked pretty good, slammed into the plexiglass by defensemen almost twice his size trying to steal the puck away from him.

S: Got me all worked up, watching you get tossed around like a ragdoll.

D:Real subtle. You don't want to praise me for my good game, you just want to burn off that adrenaline.

S: So? What's the difference between me texting you and me railing your ass in your locker room shower?

Dew groans, even as his cock twitches in interest at the memories. He palms at himself through his sweatpants.

D: The difference is that you're on the other side of the fucking country and can't actually fuck me.

Dew can almost hear Swiss's chuckle as the text bubble pops up.

S: Oh, so you wouldn't mind if I texted you what I'd want us to be doing if we were in the same timezone?

Dew takes a deep breath through his nose, hair fanned out under his head. He presses the heel of his hand harder into his dick, groaning.

D: Fine. Yes. What would you want?

Dew turns his head to groan into the pillows as he palms himself, reading Swiss's reply.

S: I keep thinking about the night you snuck into my hotel room, the night your captain really fucked me up? The first night I got to have you in an actual bed. I want to do that again. Really take my time with you.

Dew fumbles one handed with the drawstrings on his sweatpants, texting back with his dominant hand. He pushes his hand down his sweats and boxers, palming himself with a groan.

D: You wanna take me apart again? You gonna be real sweet about it, like you were then, or do you want to push me around like in the showers?

S: I was thinking about how easy it would be to manhandle you, take you how I want. I know it's a bit of a sore point, but you're so much smaller than me. My hands nearly wrap all the way around your waist, spitfire. It makes you quick and hard to hit on the ice, but fuck, if it doesn't get me going. Wanna hold you down and make you take it.

Dew groans loudly. wrapping his hand around himself properly, his length beginning to spit precum. He shoves his sweats and underwear down, freeing himself, giving himself more room to work.

D: Yeah? you gonna make me take it rough, split me open on you? You want me to fight back or take it nice?

S: I don't think it was gonna be rough. Sure that's how we started, but I liked being sweet on you, making you feel good.

Even though there's no one there to see him blush, Dew turns his face into the pillows and whines, high and feminine. He steels himself and scowls, typing frantically.

D: Fucking sap.

S: You liked it. You were the one who asked to take our time to begin with.

D: Fine. You caught me.

S: I'm calling you. Pick up.

Dew freezes as his phone rings, blaring the Popestars' goal song. It had been a funny joke, assigning that song to Swiss's contact, but he's pavloved himself on the ice when they play against each other. He wants to hear it more than he wants Mountain to make the save.

He picks up, and the warm sound of Swiss's voice filters through, a little tinny from the speakers. "Hey, spitfire," he groans, and Dew's stomach flips as he hears the wet noise of Swiss touching himself.

"You get started without me?" Dew says, trying and failing to mock him.

Swiss laughs, the sound fading into a low groan. "You can't tell me you haven't started. I know how flustered you get when I talk dirty, spitfire."

Dew rolls his eyes, grateful Swiss can't actually see it. He presses the heel of his hand into his dick, biting back the resulting groan. "Yeah, and what about it?"

"You blush so pretty," Swiss says, and Dew can picture him, sprawled out on his hotel bed over the covers, his dirty clothes strewn in a pile on the bathroom floor, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other pressing his phone to his ear. "You turn cherry red from the tips of your ears all the way down to your nipples, makes your piercings really stand out. You know your dick turns the same color when you start to drip?"

Dew can't bite back his whimper, and he curses himself as he hears Swiss's hand falter on himself. "Shut up," he whines.

Swiss chuckles, and Dew privately, secretly, wishes he could record the sound, replay it whenever he wants. "You don't want me to shut up, spitfire. You want me to keep talking so you can get off to it."

Dew sets the phone down next to him on speaker, biting the heel of his hand hard as he starts jerking himself off again. "What- what about it?" He pants, trying to keep his cool as Swiss's voice makes his dick twitch.

"It's okay, spitfire, I know what gets you off, want to make you feel good even though I can't do it myself," Swiss coos, voice slightly tinny. "Jerk yourself off for me, want to hear how good you feel."

Dew can't help but obey, rubbing his thumb against the tip of his dick, watching fascinated as it drips precum down his shaft, easing the way for his hand. He knows there's a travel size bottle of lube in his go bag, but he can't be damned to get up and get it. He doesn't want to leave his phone behind, even though it's on speaker and he'll still be able to hear.

"Swiss," he whispers, scared one of his teammates will be able to hear on the other side of the wall, even though he's safe behind soundproof hotel walls. "Swiss, fuck, please."

"Yeah, spitfire?" Swiss replies, sounding entirely too collected as he strokes himself vigorously on the other line. "Tell me what you want."

"Wanna be with you, want it to be your hand on me, want to get my hands on you," Dew whispers, face hot and eyes squeezed shut as Swiss makes him describe his desires. He strokes himself faster, reaching down with his free hand to pull at his piercings. He keens, and he can hear Swiss's responding groan, the wet noises from the other end speeding up.

"Want to get my mouth on you again, spitfire," Swiss groans, and Dew speeds his own strokes up to match Swiss's pace. Swiss only lets the pleasure affect him when he's close, and Dew doesn't want to be too far behind when he cums. "You tasted so good, such a sweet mouthful for me."

Dew sobs, cock kicking in his hand as he pinches his nipple hard, pebbling the pink flesh. "Close," he whines, jerking himself off furiously, his cock weeping precum.

"Yeah, spitfire, baby?" Swiss moans. "You gonna cum for me? So far away from you but I'm still gonna make you cum, spitfire."

"Yeah, you are. Fuck," Dew whines, muffling the sound into his hand.

"Hand off of your mouth, baby. Need to hear it, Dew, need it so bad. Need you so bad," Swiss whines, and Dew can hear his breath hitch as his hand speeds up. "Gonna cum for you, princess, gonna make a mess just for you."

"Do it," Dew pants, "I'm gonna cum, Swiss, please cum with me."

Swiss shouts wordlessly, and the slightly-warped noise is all it takes to send Dew flying over the edge himself. He shoots ropes of hot, pearly cum over his knuckles, pooling in his happy trail, wailing the whole time he works himself through it.

"Good boy," Swiss groans, and Dew's seen him in the aftermath enough times to picture his face in perfect clarity, brows furrowed, eyes shut tight, chest heaving as he breathes heavily through his nose. The mental image is enough to make his dick kick valiantly between his legs, but he ignores it, still floating on the high.

"Fuck me, Swiss," Dew laughs, trying to catch his breath. "I just got out of the shower. Wouldn't have washed up if I knew you were just gonna make me make a mess again."

Swiss chuckles on the other end. He hears the rustle of him running a hand over his curls. "You wanna send me a picture, spitfire? I'd like to save that for later."

Dew groans, tilting his head back into the pillows. "Fuck, Swiss, you can't just say that."

"Well, I did," Swiss laughs, but Dew can still hear his heavy breathing. "How about this, you send me a picture of your mess, I'll send you one of mine. Deal?"

Dew moans at the thought, his cum still dripping from his fingers. "Yeah, I'll do it, give me a minute."

"No rush," Swiss says, voice evening out. "Just wanna see what I do to you. Bet you look real pretty, spitfire. It's a shame they're not my bruises on that pretty body."

"Possessive," Dew laughs, chest still heaving. "Give it a couple weeks, you can bruise me up all you want. Make me bleed, even."

There's a long silence, and Dew's suddenly unsure of the words he's just said.

"I don't think I want to make you bleed anymore, Dew," Swiss says, something strange in his tone. "Bruises, marks, sure. I don't think I want you to bleed."

"Huh," Dew says eloquently. "Okay. No bleeding, then. We can work with that."

Swiss sighs, and Dew can imagine him nodding. "Alright. I do mean it, Dew. You played well tonight."

"Thank you," Dew whispers. "I'll look for your highlights after I shower. After the picture, I mean."

Swiss chuckles. "Tonight wasn't my best game," he admits. "I didn't play nearly as well as you did, spitfire."

Dew cackles, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his clean hand. "I'll be the judge of that, Swiss. We play again in what, three weeks?"

"Yeah, think so," Swiss says.

"Think I'm gonna let you go in a bit," Dew says, hesitantly, trying not to show how clingy he wants to be. "I'll get you that picture, and then I'm going to run up this hotel's hot water bill. Got a bus ride in the morning and I hate sleeping on the bus. I'll see you at the next game?"

"Yeah, spitfire," Swiss says fondly, and his voice almost feels almost like a caress against his hot cheek. "I'll see you at the next game."

There will be no next game. Swiss gets traded to the Ghouls a week from this moment, but neither of them know that yet. How could they? For now, they bask in the afterglow, listening to each other breathe thousands of miles apart.

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This isn’t an ask, but I just wanted to drop in and say I’m sorry for the low self esteem people who think there going to benefit by making rude comments. I think it’s crazy how there’s really people sitting behind their screen and thinking there gonna benefit from making rude comments, when in reality there just insecure because they could never reach the level of talent you have achieved. Personally, I love your art and writing. And please, never let someone who is to scared to even come off of anon decide who you Are, what you do, and your self worth. I hope you have a great day bro, and happy writing and drawing. Ur an absolute legend, and you inspire others, including me. <3

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[dewedup]

Kinktober Day 1 - High Sex/Tentacles Monsterfucking

IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR!

@jimothybarnes and I decided to tackle this together, we'll be taking turns writing/posting and it'll be a collaborative effort for each piece we post!

This is all based around the amazing prompt list by @kroas-adtam!

Pairing: Swiss/Rain

Words: 1,739

“Is that-“

“A tentacle, yeah.”

At Rain’s words, Swiss feels his brain go through a series of events. At first, it’s reeling, thoughts flying by at the speed of lightening. Then it’s eerily quiet, his mind going completely blank, a barren shell of where his brain used to reside. Finally, it’s like an explosion.

Read it under the cut or here on AO3

Swiss and Rain pass the joint back and forth as they relax in the sunlight on the dock. Their feet kick lightly in the water beneath them, soaking up the sun and enjoying the company of each other.

“Favourite animal?”

“Axolotl.”

“What the fuck is that?” Swiss sputters, choking on the smoke as he exhales, almost positive that Rain just made up that word on the spot. The water ghoul giggles at the bewildered look on Swiss’ face. He tries to compose his facial expression, but the grin he’s sporting would need superhuman strength to suppress.

“An animal.” Rain deadpans, lasting a whole five seconds before he’s busting out into laughter again, clutching his stomach at the sigh of exasperation Swiss releases beside him.

“Yeah, no shit. Got any more info or did you just say it to sound quirky?”

“Hey!” Rain protests, smacking Swiss’ arm at the insinuation. “They’re real, and I’m quite knowledgeable. Especially animals that thrive in water. It kind of comes with the territory of being a water ghoul.”

“All water animals, yeah?” Rain nods in confirmation at Swiss’ question, tossing a goofy smile in his direction. Swiss reaches over to crush the roach of the joint against the dock. He seems deep in thought, or just… maybe regularly in thought? Rain’s having a hard time wrangling his stream of consciousness, the cloudy haze of the weed making him pleasantly blissful. “I think my favourite animal would be an octopus, which I’m sure you’re quite knowledgeable about.”

An idea hits Rain as the words leave Swiss’ mouth, his grin doubling in size as he leans in to whisper conspiratorially.

“Wanna see a trick?”

“Absolutely,” Swiss doesn’t hesitate to answer, already watching the ghoul in front of him with anticipation. He’s pretty sure he’ll find whatever Rain’s about to do endearing. He has a soft spot for the water ghoul. He’s so busy getting lost in Rain’s eyes, he doesn’t notice anything amiss until there’s a nudge on his shoulder. He reaches a hand up subconsciously, swatting away whatever it is.

Except, it’s… well, it’s kind of wet? Slimy, almost. And it has a texture Swiss has never felt before. His head snaps to the side and his eyes are level with the intruder.

“Is that-“

“A tentacle, yeah.”

At Rain’s words, Swiss feels his brain go through a series of events. At first, it’s reeling, thoughts flying by at the speed of lightening. Then it’s eerily quiet, his mind going completely blank, a barren shell of where his brain used to reside. Finally, it’s like an explosion.

Swiss would never admit it, but he watches a great deal of tentacle porn. A borderline unhealthy obsession. He always thought it looked too fake.

He can now confidently say they weren’t too far off.

It’s purple in colour, tiny little suction cups along the bottom of the appendage. What they missed were the details. The way he can see the veins crawling underneath the outer skin, supplying blood all the way to the smooth tip. It glistens, most likely from tiny little pores along the surface to produce lubricant.

It looks so inviting. Swiss raises a hand but freezes before he makes contact.

“Can I-I mean, is it okay if I touch it?” It doesn’t surprise Swiss that his question comes out like a plea, begging for permission, pleading for consent to lay his hand upon this utter perfection before him. Rain seems a little confused, looking at the multi ghoul intently, trying to uncover why exactly it looks like he’s about to come in his pants at the thought of touching his tentacle. It might be a little odd, but he’s had weirder things happen. So, he shrugs, lifting the appendage from where it sneaks out from underneath his shirt, a little closer to the multi ghoul.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

It’s the green light Swiss needs. He’s running his fingers lightly down the length of the tentacle, sometimes stopping to wrap them around it, testing out the girth of the extra limb. One time he gets bold, when he’s got his hand wrapped around it, he gives a firm tug, basking in the feeling of the veins passing underneath his grip.

He freezes as Rain lets out a cut-off moan, like the ghoul himself is surprised the noise has left his mouth. Swiss looks up, meeting Rain’s wide eyes. He almost snatches his hand back, wanting to apologize for whatever just happened between them.

But he’s also high as fuck, and he wants to hear that noise from Rain again.

He gives another experimental tug, watching as the water ghoul’s eyes roll back, eyelids falling half shut as he releases another filthy groan.

Swiss surges forward, trying to capture the taste of Rain’s moan with his own lips, his tongue forcing its way in to clean up any lingering notes of desperation. Rain shudders against his lips as Swiss starts jerking his wrist along the tentacle, growing more confident with every stroke.

He pulls back to watch Rain crumble in reaction to his touch, Swiss’ eyes drinking in the visual of the ghoul falling apart beneath his hand like he’s never seen him do before.

“Swiss,” Rain whines, claws coming up to bury in Swiss’ shirt. He’s clutching pathetically to him as he continues to shake with every other slip of Swiss’ hand. Swiss can’t form a coherent thought. The only thing keeping him grounded to this realm is the way Rain’s mouth forms his name like a hymn, the claws scratching lightly against his chest, and the slick sensation of running his hand up and down the tentacle.

He wants desperately to burn this entire encounter into the recesses of his mind. He’d never watch porn again if he could close his eyes and see this image imprinted there forever.

“Swiss I’m gonna… Fuck, Swiss I think I’m close,” Rain’s voice cracks and it pulls Swiss back from where he was floating above his own body, taking in the scene like it was crafted specially for him. He supposes it is, and thinks he should thank Lucifer for every single thing that’s happened in his life leading him to this moment. He glances down at the rapidly growing damp spot on Rain’s shorts, curious to see if he’ll come without Swiss paying any attention to his cock.

“What if I put it in my mouth?” The question surprises even Swiss, unsure that was the direction he was heading in until the words have already been said, unable to take them back now. The needy gasp that Rain answers with is enough to make him positive that he doesn’t want to rescind the request.

 “Fuck, I-Swiss, yes.”

“Say it again.”

“Please put my fucking tentacle in the filthy little mouth of yours.” Rain rasps, and the words go straight to Swiss’ dick, his own pants looking in no better condition than Rain’s. He ignores his achingly hard cock though and uses his hand to bring the tentacle closer to his face, his gaze travelling over the surface of the appendage.

Swiss sticks his tongue out, licking timidly at the head of the tentacle. The lubricant coating the surface is salty, with an underlying taste of Rain that has Swiss swallowing down the saliva that starts pooling in his mouth. Rain mewls in a high-pitched tone, the tentacle pulsing underneath Swiss’ firm grip.

Without a second thought, Swiss wraps his lips around it. He suckles gently, the discharging lubricant reminding him of pre, just a thinner texture. He slides the tentacle further into his mouth and pauses as the little suction cups on the bottom catch on his tongue. It hinders his movement slightly, but he’s no stranger to a little adversity. He pumps his hand along the tentacle as he continues to suck a little harder, moving his tongue as much as he can with the new restraints.

“Swiss,” Rain hisses, and it’s the only warning Swiss gets. Rain shudders, letting loose a garbled mess of Swiss’ name and a loud moan, the patch on his shorts darkening and growing as he comes untouched. Swiss is a little surprised. Usually in the videos he watches online the tentacles ejaculate as well, but Rain’s panting and slumping with the mess in his pants being the only evidence of their time together.

Swiss starts to try and remove his tongue from its entrapment when Rain breaks out a sharp, drawn-out cry. Instantly his mouth is being pumped full of liquid, too much so he’s drowning in it. He can’t pull back with his tongue still tied up, so his only option is to keep gulping down the release, swallowing desperately. Just when he thinks he might not survive this tentacle ejaculate, it finally ceases. He’s panting and can feel the liquid sloshing around in his otherwise empty stomach.

He has to exert some effort to remove his tongue from the clutches of the suction cups, being extra mindful of his teeth and razor-sharp fangs. Rain whimpers at the struggle, getting louder when Swiss finally frees himself.

“That was…” Rain trails off, his chest moving rapidly with how heavy his breathing is. Swiss sticks his tongue out, poking at the slightly raised circular bumps that are sore to the touch. He glances up from under his lashes at the water ghoul, who’s observing his movements closely. Swiss pushes his tongue out a little more, pointing accusingly at the marks he is sure must be visible. Rain breaks into another bout of laughter, arms wrapping around his stomach as he slumps forward, giggling wildly.

Swiss starts to chuckle too, laughter building until he’s wiping tears from his eyes.

“That was fucking wild,” Swiss agrees, shaking his head at the absurdity of the situation. He feels like he’s in a dream, that there’s no way this can be real. But he watches as Rain reels back in his limp tentacle, sliding back to where it had appeared underneath his shirt, no longer as imposing of a sight since it emptied itself into Swiss’ willing mouth.

“I didn’t know it’d feel that good,” Rain offers with a blush, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You can do that whenever, yeah? Like whip that thing out?”

“I mean, yeah?”

“Okay, good. I might have a few different ideas of how we can make that feel even better, for both of us.”

[wrathofrats]

Day 5: Double penetration/ lingerie

Prompts by @kroas-adtam !

Phantom puts on some makeup and lingerie for mountain and aether.

Small warning for calling phantom feminine names. Kinda forcefem but phantoms asking for it so it’s not force is it

Phantom blinks rapidly

The mascara coating his eyelashes makes them feel heavier than normal. It wasn’t his first time wearing makeup, but he had made sure to put a couple extra coats on. He knows how much mountain likes to see it later.

It’s fun for him. He holds his tongue between his lips as he concentrates on running the eyeliner tip across the top of his eyelids. Pulling it up at the end to create a sharp wing. Something that flatters his eye shape.

He stares at himself in his hand held mirror. The shimmery blush high on his cheekbones, cat eye, some glitter adorning his eyelids and some gold highlight on his nose. He finished his makeup look off with a simple cream red lipstick. Classic. Stunning. Something he knew would drive the two wild.

He looked pretty

The black lace bodysuit he wore fit snugly around his waist, hugging his hips and leaving room to see through to the lace panties he was also wearing. It had garters that connected to black thigh highs that snapped beautifully around his thighs, flesh spilling over the tops of them just a little bit. The cups of the lingerie felt empty on his bare chest, simply framing the flat plane of skin. Lace and mesh and a simple triangular cut out in the middle of the two bustier cups adorned his body and accentuated his figure.

Before he left his room he decided to add one last accessory.

He pulled the top of his panties down and grabbed a sharpie before carefully writing out “mountain” and “aether” low on his stomach, right above his cock.

He was ready.

He quickly snuck into mountains room and sat on the bed with his legs together and hands placed in his lap. He kept his head down, he wanted to be good, obedient. He sent off a quick text to the two to meet him and threw his phone back onto mountains night stand.

“ fuck phantom” aether muttered out under his breath as the two entered the room to see their little prize sitting politely at the end of the bed.

“So pretty shadow. Do all of this for us?” Mountain uses his finger to make phantom look up at the two. Phantom gives them a sweet smile and nods.

“Such a good girl aren’t you?”

Phantom sucks in a breath hard at the words.

good girl

His head feels fuzzy already. Dressing up for them, being called pretty, it has him practically floating already. He just wants to be good for them.

He nods again.

Aether sits at the top of the headboard and slides phantom into his lap, mountain coming behind him to roam his hands over the flimsy, thin lingerie. He kisses at his neck, bites at the skin while phantom throws his head back to allow better access.

“You think he could take us both mountain?” Aether talks like phantom isn’t even in the room. He whines anyways at the suggestion. Both of them were so thick, he didn’t know if he could do it.

“I don’t know, you wanna try and take us both shadow?” Mountains voice is thick and sultry in his ear.

“please” he whines

“Know our pretty girl can do it” aether says.

Mountains hand slowly trails down phantoms back, slowly sliding into his panties to start working him open. Phantoms keens at mountains thick fingers, leans into aethers chest for support. Even with just two phantom is attempting to grind back onto them, gasping when mountain scissors to stretch him open.

“You sure you can take two cocks when you’re drooling on just having my fingers phantom?” Mountain teases. He’s mocking him, nipping at the strings that he can feel still attach him to being grounded.

“Good girls take what they’re given, right baby?” Aether whispers on the other side of him, nips at his ear as he traces designs into the soft skin of his thighs. The pair are completely maddening. Phantom just attempts to hold onto aethers chest and ride mountains fingers.

Phantom doesn’t know when mountains other finger slipped in, he just continues to focus on aethers hands and the way mountain feels delicious stretching him so wide.

“Think he’s ready for me aeth” mountain says, as phantom whines around the loss of his fingers.

“Yeah? You ready for it shadow?”

Phantom hums in response. He always forgets how big mountain is. It’s all he can do to bite down on aethers shoulder and breath through his nose.

“There you go, take it baby”

Mountain slowly thrusts into him, just enjoy to get him comfortable. Phantom keeps trying to remind himself he has to take another and with how full he feels now the idea excites and terrifies him.

It’s not long before he can feel another finger nudge at his rim.

“Such a good girl, doing so well” mountain continues to praise him.

Phantom doesn’t know how much he has inside of him, he almost doesn’t care. He just waits for aether to be ready. He just wants to be good for them.

“Come here aether”

Aether adjusts to place phantom further up his chest. It’s a tight squeeze, the slick of their cocks causing them to groan in unison.

It’s mindbreaking, phantom doesn’t even know how it’s possible. He doesn’t feel like he’s even on earth anymore, barely notices the way their hands roam over his over heated skin, barely notice they way they speak about him. Barely notices when they notice the little surprise he left for them.

“Oh mountain, you’d love to see this.” Aether looks down to where phantom has his legs wrapped around his torso

“What’s up darling?”

“He wrote our names on himself, branded himself just for us” aether coos

“We own him, such a good toy for knowing that” phantom is beyond words, just whimpers in agreement

[rattleroze]

Kinktober Day 9 -- Voyeurism

Terzo goes for a walk and stumbles into something he never anticipated. But he also can't say he's complaining.

I wasn't planning to write for Kinktober this year but here we are I guess. Thanks to @kroas-adtam for compiling the prompts.

Words: 1500 Read on Ao3 or below the cut

Terzo was no stranger to late night walks through the Abbey. Every so often he’d fall victim to bouts of insomnia, a handful of days in a row where he found it impossible to sleep– so instead he’d wander around the grounds, through the dimly-lit halls of the building or around the gardens, taking in the moonlight. There were few people up and about in the wee hours, although that number was never zero, so he’d simply learned to avoid those small hotspots of activity. Time spent alone in the silence, away from obligation, was good for him, he thought.

The chapel was usually a safe bet for these outings– apart from the weekly midnight mass, it was pretty reliably empty after dark. It was always beautiful on clear nights like this, too. Bright moonlight shone through the stained glass and cast a rich blanket of color over the altar and the foremost rows of pews. He strolled around, taking in the architecture and the artful light, basking in the pristine quiet and thinking about very little. Just allowing himself a long moment to relax.

However, as he passed through the aisle once again, he was struck by the distinct sense that he wasn’t alone. He caught sight of a figure sitting alone in one of the front pews out of the corner of his eye and slipped behind one of the large pillars on the other side of the nave, hoping silently that he hadn’t been noticed. After a few moments, he peered around the column until he could see the figure again, and found that it was a shadowy shape that he recognized– it was Omega. His head was tipped back, one arm resting casually on the back of the pew, the other moving in a subtle but unmistakable rhythm in his lap. Terzo sucked in a shocked breath, holding it until he was relatively certain the sound of it hadn’t given him away. Omega seemed remarkably unbothered.

What was he supposed to do? He didn’t want to intrude on what was clearly a private moment– although, indulging in the front of a cathedral seemed like asking for trouble, in his mind. But then again, the idea of leaving seemed like admitting guilt in itself. He seriously doubted his ability to slip away completely undetected, and even if he did, the idea of looking Omega in the eye after catching him rubbing one out in the chapel seemed impossible.

And as the soft sounds of Omega’s pleasure finally reached his ears across the echoey chamber between them, Terzo found there to be a burning in his gut that further held him in place. In fact, it pulled him closer without him even realizing at first. He drifted slowly from the cover of one column to the next, to a position where he could more clearly observe Omega’s movements, and the sight that greeted him had him clamping a hand over his mouth to muffle a low groan.

Omega’s legs were spread wide, pants unbuttoned and shifted just enough to allow his cock to stand out. He pulled at himself slowly, luxuriously, Terzo’s eyes glued to the motion of his hand as he stroked from base to tip. If he focused enough, he could even see a drop well up from his tip every few moments, the pad of his thumb swiping over it to add to the easy slide. Omega sighed in his pleasure, drawing it out into a deep, full-throated groan as he tightened his grip.

Terzo’s mouth hung open as he watched, feeling warmth further bloom between his legs with every passing moment. The panicked voice in his mind that was shouting at him to leave, to not intrude, was only distantly heard. It was a gorgeous sight, the way Omega arched and twitched into his own grip, murmuring softly to himself with words Terzo couldn’t make out at this distance. He suddenly wished he could, that he could be close enough to hear the filth Omega muttered in his most private moments. Close enough to lean in, to whisper some choice words of his own as he watched the flushed tip of Omega’s cock disappear into and reappear from his fist. To hear the slick sounds it made as he dripped more and more, the soft whines and desperate little noises the ghoul made as he brought himself closer and closer to the edge, the hitching of his breath as it came up to meet him—

Terzo was palming at himself before he even knew it. Pressing over the fabric of his pants, rubbing back and forth over the obvious heat of the wetness in his underwear, over the hard nub of his clit as it ached for attention. He was soon forced to bite back pleasured sounds of his own, lost in his own fantasy as he watched Omega work.

“You don’t have to hide, you know. You can join me if you’d like.”

Terzo gasped at the evidence that he’d been found out, the immediate flash of shame shooting through him like ice water dumped over his head. He froze in place, eyes locked on the form of Omega once more, on the slight tip of his head toward him. The subtle glint of the eyes watching him through the darkness.

“I’m sorry,” Terzo said after a long pause, the volume of his own voice surprising him. He stepped out from behind the pillar slightly, to further reveal himself in his depravity. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I’m not–”

“Shh. Come here, Papa.” Omega interrupted. Terzo could barely see his mouth moving, but he could imagine the way his fangs would shine in the moonlight, and the image did not help.

The conflict between his fear and shame at being caught and the insistent arousal in his gut was difficult to parse. His mind was cloudy, and it was difficult to think. “No, I really shouldn’t… I mean–”

“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” Omega said flatly, and the tone of it made Terzo shut his mouth so abruptly his teeth clacked together. “I said come over here.”

Terzo shuffled his way out of the shadows and into the brilliant light projecting down from the windows once again, following the order almost numbly as the sludge where his brain used to be struggled to keep up. Omega watched him approach carefully, one hand still pulling at himself, although much slower, more gentle than before. He smiled softly once Terzo was standing before him, but the look in his eyes was unreadable beyond how deeply predatory it was. Terzo swallowed tightly.

“On your knees, lamb,” The ghoul prompted, punctuating the order with a short nod. Terzo’s knees hit the flagstones, instinctively assuming the same posture he routinely took for prayer in this same space. Omega stood from the pew, towering above him, and Terzo gazed up in nothing short of worship, his bicolored eyes wide and glassy. The hand working over Omega’s cock tightened and sped up again, stroking with renewed fervor.

“Such an obedient little thing you are,” Omega mused, voice thick with arousal. Precum dripped from his cock onto the floor between them, and it was all Terzo could do to stop himself from bending down to lap it up. “So pious. A perfect disciple.” Omega continued, his free hand venturing down to cup his balls indulgently. Terzo licked his lips, desperately wishing he could caress them with his tongue instead.

“Open your mouth.” Omega growled. Terzo’s attention was pulled back up to the ghoul’s face, and his mouth dropped wide open, tongue lolling out into the warm air between them.

“That’s it,” The ghoul praised, voice audibly tightening as his climax rapidly approached.

“Are you ready to receive your sacrament?”

Terzo’s eyes snapped open with a gasp, and he stared up at the ceiling above him for a few moments as he tried to catch his breath. Eventually his senses returned to him, and he took stock of his surroundings– the dimly-lit lounge, the rumble of the road beneath it. He was on the tour bus, trundling along through the night to their next destination.

He sighed heavily, head dropping back onto the pillow beneath it. A small shift of his body revealed the state he found himself in– a warm dampness coating the inside of his thighs, soaking through his underwear completely. He was achingly wet.

“Fucking hell,” He swore softly, turning onto his side as he slipped a hand past his waistband, petting through his folds before slick fingertips circled his clit with a moan into the couch cushions. He let his eyes fall shut again, trying his best to reconjure the image of Omega standing above him, cock flushed and heavy in his hand as he teetered on the edge of ecstasy, scant moments away from showing Terzo just how pleasurable devotion could really be.

[iamthecomet]

What was it like for you when you started writing ghost fics? What made you start/what type of fic did you start with?

Hope your day is well! If not, use this as a vent post. 😊

(Here’s me paying the Per tax)

hnnnggg oh GOD that picture of Per. FUCK. My day was a good one so far, no venting necessary! So, I love this question, and I have a whole ass story about it. I have a feeling I'm going to write an entire essay about this--I'm sorry in advance.

I'm throwing that part under a cut for scrolling ease.

So Flip of a Switch was the first Ghost fic I ever wrote. It's also the first smut I've ever written and let people other than my best friend read. I was struck by HORRIBLE Ghost brain rot last summer. I was going through some BULLSHIT and Ghost turned up for me in a big way. It was like they fell back into my lap when I needed them the most. And I was devouring fan fiction like crazy. And the thing about me with any fixation is that eventually--inevitably. I will need to write about it. And With Ghost I desperately didn't want to. I had convinced myself that fan fiction was a "waste of my time" because I wanted to be a "real writer"** and all that other toxic bullshit society brainwashed me into think. But I was powerless and I couldn't resist. So, I wrote that fic in the beginning of September last year and I buried it. I threw all of my effort into the novel I was trying to finish. And then into the new story idea I had (which is laughably Ghost adjacent I just needed to write about it and couldn't give myself permission). And I pretended to forget about it, and read fan fic and looked longingly at tumblr. And then, almost two months later, I gave up. I was watching this community happen from outside and I wanted in. Kinktober looked so fucking fun and I'd missed it and I just...wanted to be a part of this. And truly, whether they know it or not, @st-danger and @kroas-adtam were two of the biggest reasons why I finally just gave in and posted my fic. Theirs were the fics I went back to over and over again. And theirs were tumblrs I looked at over and over and went "I want to know these people so bad" (And now I do!! ♥♥). I wanted to talk to people about ghouls. I wanted Ghost friends. I wanted to WRITE about ghouls and scream about them with people who wanted to scream back. And it was slow at first. Some moments I wondered why I even bothered because clearly no one cared. And then I wrote more, and I persisted, and I forced myself into conversations on tumblr and uh.... Hi. here we are. I cannot put into words the parts of me this community has healed. I am a different (better, happier) person because of it. I've changed my view on what I actually want to do with my life because of it. Fuck man, I'm so happy I gave into my fixation almost a year ago and went "fuck it I'm doing it." **Fan fiction is real writing. Fic writers are real writers. I knew that all along. I just had convinced myself that because I was trying to write professionally I couldn't also write fan fic. It was a reflection on how I thought of myself--not other people who wrote fic too. Everyone who wrote fic was/is a real writer to me, but I couldn't figure out how to include myself in that.

[hypnoneghoul]

I read the death of peace of mind epilogue half an hour ago... I can't calm down, I'm crying so hard oh my god

I'm trying to gather my thoughts to say something coherent about this work in general but i don't think I can

it was just so real, the struggle with wanting, letting yourself want and need and denying yourself something you don't think you deserve. and maybe you don't, because you really did fuck up. but then this might be nothing compared to the rest of you, that for someone your beauty outweighs any fuck up ever made in life and that's the purest form of love and it's just fucking me up so bad. you've hurt someone but you love them and that's why you hate yourself for it so much you'd rather die alone and in pain than hurt them like that again. and loving someone so bad you can't let them go even if they did hurt you, this is insanity. and I'm thinking love equals insanity by definition

"You are not hard to love."

the loneliness when you're surrounded by people that you think hate you, and they probably should, but they're just worried. so many people, but they're not them, they won't look at you that way. they won't see through everything you are to find the pieces to cherish unconditionally, even if they're messed up

so much pain, fucking hell

it was beautiful, that's all I can say. thank you @kroas-adtam for writing this masterpiece but also fuck you for calling me out and hurting me like that (/lh). and i wish for every dew and mountain out there that you can skip the four years and have a fresh, blooming fire lily on your desk forever

[miasmaghoul]

Miasmaaaaa darling, do you have any recommendations on fics for a fellow enjoyer of ghouls?

Loves and kisses,

An enamored anon too shy to send from main

No need to hide, sweetheart. I only bite upon request. 💜

But yes, I have many recs! Mostly smut, but I see nothing wrong with that. Though please do keep in mind that I am into what could probably be called "the weird shit." There's all kinds of pairings (mostly ghouls) and content here. Of course, it goes without saying that you should ALWAYS check tags before reading anything. Below the cut because I can't make anything short!

@st-danger - Literally everything Saint has ever written is 10000/10. Their fics have given me at least four new kinks so far and countless orgasms, and no I am not shy about admitting that (you're welcome Saint). You can't miss with any of their work, but if I had to cherry pick I'd give you Metamorphose, Pinned Wings, Uphold with a Righteous Hand and the entire forcedfem series that starts with Let Your Eyes Delight in My Ways. But I mean it when I say you can't go wrong with a Saint piece.

@anotherghoul666 - Another person responsible for giving me new kinks and orgasms (thank you, Hukka). Their works are immersive, filled with world building and character study. Recommend everything, once again, but cherry picking This Could All Be Yours, Make My Blood Rush (Slow Down), Drought or Euphoria and A Loosened Heart (Corrodes the Shield). No smut in that last one, but some incredible hurt/comfort.

@streamghoul - Stream is insane and unhinged and incredibly talented. I cannot WAIT to get to know them better because D A M N. Recommend Floodwaters of Phlegethon, let no one lust for martyrdom, Whiplash and Epiphany (that one is Copia/Mary Goore).

@iamthecomet - Comet is rad and sweet as candy and you should read her entire ficlet collection right now because hhhhhh. Also Step by Errant Step, Bend My Desire and Astraphobia! And of course Born Under a Troubled Sign because who am I if not a member of the Unholy Trinity?

@kroas-adtam - Gotta complete the Trinity! I don't really have to tell you to read Death of Peace of Mind, do I? Also Water is Wet because spite is delicious.

@waywardsamaritan - They're pretty new here, but they're AMAZING. I read their first fic ever (!!), when i get my hands on you, and I still REFUSE to believe it was their first. It's SO good. All of their stuff is incredible, but it's a power trip sent me to another dimension.

@feralghxuls - They have some of the most unique ghoul headcanons I've come across, and they're great reads. Highly recommend Unholy is the Lust in Your Eyes, To the Hunter from the Prey, You'd Never Want It To Be Over and Devoured by Shadows.

@ratballet - They get a special shoutout because paper armor (Copia/Dew) was the first Ghost fic I ever read and what eventually led me to dive headfirst into fandom again! Also a huge fan of new sensations, sweet temptations, sweeter if you stay and aftershow.

The same place I learned to give in and Thunder only happens when it's raining by @ohvegeta - Incredibly good, special pieces of writing, these. Love them both very much.

There Is Beauty In The Way of Things by @ghostinthewires - Not smut, but it's gorgeous and everyone should read it.

Unholy Trinity by @forlorn-crows - Crow I know we only really talk about Mountain but I am SICK over this big boy sandwich fyi.

Butterfly Garden by @youhaveahomeinmyheart - Eli also writes some great smut, but like...I can't NOT recommend the only fic that has ever almost made me cry.

The Shining and The Light by @mibo-nin - This one gets regular re-reads for a reason.

Obviously by @shelterforananimal - Bro. BRO. Soft and sweet and SO hot.

Weekend Warriors by LifeasanNPC - This person only wrote a single piece of Ghost fic and I honestly think it may be one of the best out there. Full stop.

There ya go, an incomplete but extended list of recs! Hope you can find something to suit your fancy!

[ghostinthewires]

hello friends I return with some writing (finally). @iamthecomet posted some delightful murderous ghouls and it motivated me to finally finish this piece i've had sitting in my WIPs since February. for the love of god read the tags. it is horrible, and gory, and full of violence and death. you have been warned. thanks beloved @kroas-adtam for beta-reading this for me xx

What Lurks in the Shadows

What do you think lurks in the shadows of the abbey at night?

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Blood and Gore, Violence, Death, Monstrous Ghouls, Body Horror, Horror, Eye Trauma, Loss of Limbs, Assassination Attempt(s), if you're squeamish maybe don't read this.

A coppery smell tinged the air, and the ghoul standing in the middle of the chaos grinned.

Blood was splattered all over the wall, dark red liquid dripping down and over the skirting board. He was surprised it had gone that far if he was honest; but arterial spray was always impressive. It was spread in a huge pool around his feet too. The carpet squelched as he moved, blood rising up through the fibres as he put his foot down and pushed. It welled around the pressure. Oh, the maintenance ghouls were going to be so mad with him.

Read the rest on AO3

[sonnenflamme]

Ghostly Kinktober Day 12 - Toys

Better late than never, eh?

Prompt list by @kroas-adtam

Spread this Blasphemy

Pairing: Sunshine/Aurora

Rating: Explicit

Contains: toys, mutual masturbation, size queen Aurora, Trans Sunny, vaginal fingering and a bit of penetrative sex that I didn’t even plan to write (these two always get out of hand)

Summary: Sunshine and Aurora have ordered something. Now they‘ve taken the time to enjoy it together.

Read on ao3

Obligatory ghoulette tag @ghouletteanon

[coffeeghoulie]

Kinktober Day #31: Free Day (Hunt Fic)

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

Pairing: Swiss/Geode (OC)

Swiss and Geode have their own little hunt.

Geode is an earth ghoul OC I made during Mushy May as sort of a birthday present to myself. Now, I don't have the birthday excuse, but I wanted to be incredibly self indulgent for the last day of Ghostober. This was a daydream that got me through many a shitty day at work.

Contains shadow magic!Swiss, they/them pronouns for Geode, clit and folds for their anatomy. Hunting, some blood and biting, several check ins, rough outdoor sex, and some fairly sweet aftercare.

This month has been so much fun, it was really a challenge to get myself out of my comfort zone and write more smut, and I had a really good time. Thank you everybody for reading!

Read under the cut or on AO3!

It's late enough into autumn that the forest surrounding the Abbey is a thousand shades of red and orange and brown, and Geode can feel the change in the earth around them. The sun is just starting to set, casting everything in golden light and violet shadow. They can also feel the excitement radiating off of their partner, his partial quintessence buzzing like ozone around them.

"This is gonna be over before it even starts," they whisper, crossing their arms over their chest as they stare up at Swiss, who's grinning brightly like a fool, even more so than normal. Their tail whips anxiously behind them.

His grin fades into something kinder, and he brings them close to him, his arms wrapping around them as he holds their face to his chest, petting over their grey, braided hair, avoiding the sharp edge of their broken horn and the crystal growth inside the hollow bone. "I'll go easy on you, babydoll. And I won't hurt you too bad, promise."

They chuckle, hearing the wind rustle the leaves around them. Geode presses their cheek further into his sternum, listening to his heartbeat, a little faster than normal.

"How about this," He says, rubbing a big hand up and down their spine, the other playing with the end of their braid. "I'll give you a fifteen minute headstart. You have free rein to use your magic. I'll use just my quintessence, none of my earth or fire, and we both know my quintessence isn't that strong."

"Don't sell yourself short," Geode says, having had seen the full extent of his magic. Even though a full quintessence ghoul's magic might be stronger, he's still powerful.

Swiss laughs, kissing right between their ram's horns. "Okay, pretty ghoul. If at any point you want to stop this, you yell for me and I'll come find you, okay?"

Geode takes a deep breath through their nose, nodding. "Okay. And red to stop if you catch me."

"And red to stop when I catch you," He gives them his easy smile again, despite the hunger in his threat. Geode almost says damn it all to the game then and there, biting their lip to keep from just jumping him at the treeline. He pulls at their jaw gently, angling their face up to kiss them sweetly before tearing himself away, taking several steps back. "Fifteen minutes, babydoll. Time starts now."

Geode's eyes widen, feet frozen to the ground for a moment before they turn and sprint into the woods. They're much smaller than him, a little lighter on their feet, but despite his size, he's just as agile, and Geode wants to get as much distance between him and them as they can.

They may work strictly in the abbey, tucked inside of one of the many ancient libraries, but Geode's still a being of the Earth. They know the forest, it speaks to them like an old friend. It shows them the pathways near invisible in the twilight, the ones through the brush too dense for most to pass through.

Geode runs, heart beating harder and harder in their chest, both from the exertion as well as the anticipation. They have no watch or way to tell time except for the sun lowering on the horizon. Any moment, Swiss will start to hunt them, track them down like the hellbeasts they both are.

As if on cue, the wind picks up, rustling the leaves overhead. The shadows dance and sway, and they whisper in Swiss's voice. Ready or not, here I come.

Geode bites down hard on their knuckles to keep from whining as his voice filters into their mind, careful enough to not draw blood. They know the scent will carry, and not only will that draw Swiss straight to them, him smelling their blood before he gets his hands on them will make him call the whole thing off, too concerned for his own good.

They duck against a rocky outcropping near a gravel bank, the creekbed at the bottom long dry, a tiny trickle of spring water at the very bottom. Their back is pressed flat against the rock, eyes squeezed shut as they listen, and the Earth tells them he's on the move, fast approaching. They do their best to suppress their scent, parchment and sweet lilac, tinged with just enough fear to sour the smell.

Soon enough, much sooner than they were anticipating, they hear thundering footsteps coming quickly in their direction. "Oh, Geo!" He calls out, voice carrying like a bell, and Geode does their damn best to bite back their gasp. "Gemstone, I know you're around here!"

They take a deep, quiet breath, focusing on the energy thrumming through their veins. Fifty feet downstream, gravel crunches as it rolls into the streambed, like someone slipping as they try to cross. The pebbles splash into the tiny creek. They hear Swiss's footsteps freeze, start to retreat.

Geode waits until they can't hear him anymore, scrambling off in the other direction, deeper into the woods. Once they feel safer, they double over behind a tree, catching their breath.

It doesn't take much longer for the wind to kick up, shadows racing and dancing. Clever trick, babydoll. I'm on your trail. Keep moving, unless you want to get caught.

That's the problem, they think bitterly. They do want to get caught, that's the whole point of this. But they keep moving, even as their thighs burn, lactic acid building up in their muscles.

The sun keeps sinking below the horizon, the forest growing darker and darker with every passing moment. The earth stops listening to them, branches whipping at their limbs, the briars catching on their clothes. But they keep moving, racing deeper and farther into the forest, the prey animal in their brain taking full control. They clench their fist, pulling tree roots and large stones up in the path behind them, hoping to at least slow him down.

Geode bursts into a clearing, coming to a screeching halt as they see two gold eyes glinting in the darkness ahead of them. They clap a hand over their mouth to stifle their shriek.

They back away from the treeline slowly, but pause. There's a subtle tingling at the base of their spine. The smell of an oncoming storm. Quintessence. It isn't real. He's behind them.

Geode breaks into a sprint again, ready to charge through the illusion he pressed into their mind. But, by the time they reach the center of the clearing, the shadows shift and morph, twisted hands reaching out and clawing for their wrists. They shriek as they grab onto their wrists and ankles. Geode's eyes widen in almost-real fear as they tug at the shadows holding them, but their grip is iron-strong.

Their tail lashes, and they try to kick at the shadows, their rational mind taking the backburner. They're shadows. There's no fighting them, but Geode keeps struggling.

Swiss melts out from the shadows, stepping out into the clearing. His tail whips behind him, gold eyes shining in the twilight like an animal's. He grins, teeth unglamoured, sharp and shining and dangerous.

Geode gulps, pulling fruitlessly at the shadows holding their limbs as Swiss begins to circle around them. Slowly, so slowly, he circles around them, gaze heavy as it rakes over their body. Geode grits their teeth, chest heaving as he comes to a stop in front of them.

He's a solid foot taller than them, towering over their trembling form. His eyes light up with delight, something dark behind it. Geode knows they can call an end to this at any moment, but they've never seen this look directed at them before.

"Lookie here, you put up quite the fight, babydoll," he croons, taking their jaw in his giant hand, making them look up at him, fingers digging slightly into their cheeks. "But you're back where you belong, with me."

Geode tries to struggle against the shadows holding their limbs, whining under their breath as Swiss makes them look at him. "Do you still want me to struggle?" they whisper, "You're making it really hard to stay in character."

Swiss laughs, grinning brightly before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to their pursed lips, staring fondly at them. "Are you yielding to me, babydoll?"

They don't answer, panting and trying to catch their breath.

Swiss's face falls, concern clouding his eyes and creasing his brow. His hand loosens its grip, just caressing their cheek now. "Baby, check in? Gimme a color?"

"Green," they pant and nod, chest heaving. They swallow. "Just, Lucifer, Swiss, this is so much."

His gaze darkens, and the grip he has on their chin tightens until his fingers dimple the flesh of their cheeks. "Go on, babydoll, yield to me. I've got you. Say it."

Geode sucks in a shaky breath, blushing with exertion and fluster as they stare up at him. Their tail lashes behind them, truly an animal trapped in a corner. Their stiff posture breaks, slumping into the shadows' hold. "You caught me," they breathe. "I yield."

He grins, something dangerous and feral but still so warm, grabbing them by the waist and dispelling the shadows. He half shoves them into the leaf litter, cupping a big hand against the back of their head so it doesn't hit the ground too hard. "Good babydoll," he croons, stealing a hungry kiss. "Knows when they've gotten themselves in too deep. Knows when to give in and let themselves get caught."

Swiss tugs at their shirt with sharp claws, ripping the fabric from them, and they shiver in the autumn air. Geode whines, the grey of their eyes swallowed up by black pools, tilting their head back to bare their throat. They shudder as the broken edge of their horn scrapes against the ground, the sensitivity like a chipped tooth.

He growls, straddling their hips, pinning their arms to their sides. "Could just fucking eat you up, Geo," he snarls, bending down and pressing his fangs against the column of their throat; he can feel the way they swallow.

"You better," they snap, finding a little more fight, "Chased me halfway through the woods for what? Some sweet talk?"

Swiss snarls, sinking his teeth into the crook of their neck. When he pulls back, his grin is stained crimson. "You're not in any position to make demands right now, sweetheart."

Geode pants as the pain courses through their veins, blood dripping down their shoulder. Their teeth dig into their bottom lip, not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction, even as their eyes sting with unshed tears.

"Oh, gemstone," he coos mockingly. "Didn't that hurt, baby? You always cry so pretty when I mark you."

"Try harder," they grunt, still trying to squirm out from under him, even though his weight keeps them pressed down into the leaf litter.

"Babydoll," Swiss chides, grabbing their unbroken horn in one hand, shoving their head down to the ground. The look in his eye is hungry and predatory, dangerous. "You're not getting out of this. You know what to say to stop this. Now behave, you fucking yielded." He snarls, teeth dripping with their own blood, and Geode's entire body goes lax under him. "Good ghoul," he says, licking a filthy stripe up their throat, smearing their blood across their skin.

"Swiss," Geode whines, pupils blown, their heart rattling at their ribs. "Please."

"Oh, now you beg for it," Swiss says, smiling, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Don't worry, baby, I'll give it to you. I've got you."

He wraps his hand around their braid, using it and the grip on their horn to flip them over onto their stomach, pushing their cheek into the leaves. He's considerate enough to leave their broken horn alone, the edges sensitive and sharp. The smell of decaying plant matter fills their nose, but it's quickly overpowered by Swiss's sweet spicy scent as he drapes himself over their bare back, the soft fabric of his hoodie warm against their skin. "You put up such a fight, sweet little thing. But I told you I was gonna catch you. I was always gonna catch you."

Swiss plants a kiss right between their shoulderblades before reaching down and yanking their shorts and underwear down in one fell swoop. He laughs as the scent of their arousal hits the air as he exposes them, shivering in the autumn chill. "Oh, gemstone, you're soaked. All of that just from running from me? I'm surprised I didn't find you sooner."

Geode keens as he hauls them to their knees, knocking their legs apart as he kneels behind them. They hear a zipper and rustling fabric, swallowing hard as Swiss leans over their body again.

"Geo, baby," he whispers, dropping the cruel tone for just a moment. "You want fingers first?"

They take a second to try and get their brain back online. "I'll be ok," they breathe. "Want you, please, Swiss."

"Anything you want, babydoll," Swiss laughs, running his hands up and down their sides. Geode relaxes under his familiar touch, slumping further against the ground. When he brings them back down, he grabs their hips hard, pulling them back and grinding against them. He groans loudly, and Geode keens into the dirt as he ruts against their folds.

"What a pretty thing I caught," he growls, reaching down to line himself up with them. Geode bites their lip, squeezing their eyes shut as they tense up in anticipation.

He pushes forward surprisingly gently, leaning over them, holding both of their wrists behind their back in one big hand. They groan in sync as he bottoms out, grinding just a little.

"Shit," Geode hisses at the stretch, even though they asked for it. It stings bright in the very core of them, Swiss so deep inside of them they swear they can taste him.

Swiss pets at their hair, his breathing heavy against their back as he starts to move. He doesn't start slow, both of them keyed up with adrenaline. He ruts into them frantically, punching little gasps and whines out of them with each movement.

"So tight, babydoll," Swiss grunts, tucking his face into their shoulder, nipping and sucking on the skin there. "So hot and wet, all for me, right?"

Geode keens, eyes squeezed shut as each thrust pushes them further into the ground. "Yours," they pant, yelping as Swiss bites down a little harder. "Shit, you caught me, I'm yours."

"Damn right, gem," Swiss growls, accenting each word with a roll of his hips. "Mine."

Geode shivers at his possessive tone, shutting their eyes and letting each thrust push them against the ground. The earth is a comfort to them, but not as much as knowing they're in Swiss's hands. It feels almost blasphemous, something meaning more to them than their Creator-given element, but it feels right, safe, letting him take them like this, in the middle of the woods. They crack their eye open, one cheek pressed into the earth. Geode can see him draped over them, silhouetted by the indigo sky, the stars starting to come out.

"Oh, fuck, babydoll," Swiss grunts, reaching one hand under their hip to rub at their clit. Geode jolts, fingers twitching behind their back, Swiss still holding their wrists far more gently than they'd imagine in this situation.

"Swiss," they keen, writhing underneath him as he takes their clit between two thick fingers, pressing firmly at the sensitive nub. "Fuck, m'close."

He laughs, rubbing a little harder as the sound trails off into a moan. "Oh yeah, babydoll? I can feel it, you're getting tighter, shit, I'm not that far either."

"Do it," Geode pants, craning their neck back to look at him. He has his lip between his fangs, worrying at the skin there. "Please, Swiss, give it to me."

He nods, rolling his hips just right, lighting up every sensitive spot inside of them. Geode screams as he sends them falling over the edge, grey eyes rolling back into their skull, and the world is nothing but static for a long while.

Geode comes back to themselves an unknown amount of time later; the sky is full of stars, and they're no longer face down in the dirt. They lay on their back, propped up against a warm, strong body. Swiss is bent down close to them, peppering kisses across their cheeks, brushing the leaves out of their hair.

"Welcome back, babydoll," he whispers, smiling warmly.

Geode reaches up, gently putting their hand on his scruffy jaw. "Hi," they whisper, listening to the crickets chirp. They giggle, huffing air through their nose as they lean against his chest.

"You feeling okay?" he asks, tucking a stray strand of grey hair behind their pointed ear.

"I feel great," they say, watching his eyes, shining slightly in the dark. "It was a lot, but that was a lot of fun."

He smiles down at them, crinkling his eyes. "That's good to hear. I'm sorry about your throat, didn't mean to make you bleed that much. I promised I wasn't going to hurt you."

They cock their head, still weakly petting at his jaw. "S'okay," they sigh, content and sated and a little sore. "I would have said red if it were too much," they reassure him. "I promise I would have. I liked it. Thank you for indulging me."

He chuckles, leaning down and kissing them sweetly. "You're too good for me, Geode. What did I ever do to deserve you?"

"I could ask the same thing about you," they giggle, sighing as they lean in against him. They shiver, still topless, the night chill coming in quickly.

With them in his lap, Swiss notices their trembling. He shucks his hoodie, leaving him in a tight black tshirt, and carefully maneuvers Geode's arms to pull it on over their head. He's careful not to let anything catch or pull on their broken horn. "I've got you, babydoll," he hums, nuzzling into their throat, pressing a kiss to the bitemark. They smile, knocking their unbroken horn against Swiss's as he pushes a little bit of quintessence into them, enough to kickstart the healing process of the bites he left on them.

Geode purrs happily as the quintessence crackles across their skin like carbonation, easing their achy muscles. "Hey, Swiss?" They whisper.

"Yeah, gem?" he says, playing with the end of their braid as he adjusts the hoodie on them. It's long enough to cover their shorts, making it look almost like a dress.

"I love you. So much."

He takes a deep breath and smiles down at them again. "I love you too. You ready to go home and take a nice, hot bath and go to bed?"

They groan as they sit up, craning their neck to kiss his cheek. "Yeah, I'm ready."

He nods, slipping a strong arm underneath their knees, the other behind their shoulders, coaxing them to throw an arm around his neck as he scoops them up bridal style. Swiss groans as he gets to his feet, his knees sore from kneeling on the ground. "I've got you, sweetheart," he says, starting the trek back to the Abbey. "Let's go home."

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Hello~ I love your writing, it's so good!!

are there any particular authors or fics you'd recommend?

Hello! Thank you so much for the comment. My writing is quickly becoming my go-to for relaxing so I'm glad other people are getting some enjoyment out of it.

Shall I just run down my AO3 history? Let's see what we have on the first page alone.

@forlorn-crows @miasmaghoul @anotherghoul666 @ghostinthewires, @iamthecomet @kroas-adtam and @st-danger are all wonderful authors worth checking out! A pretty wide variety of fics worth reading.

If anyone feels like it, rec yourself!

[arsonyard]

JUST FOUND OUT ITS @kroas-adtam BDAY???

IM SORRY THESE R SO RUSHED BUT I DEDICATE TO YOU THESE SILLY DOODLES, HAPPY BAPPY DEAR KROAS!!

we must not know each other much BUT youre an awesome human and an amazzzzzzzzzing artist, both in the writing and the drawing filed. Your so fucking charismatic and lovely and ur mind is fucking amazing. Hope u have a very epic bday, love u kro :) <3

imma just gonna expain whos who lol:

1st pic: random ghoul with helmet, weird big headed bird is Birdboy from Psiconautas (awesome movie pls watch), the robo guy from down left corner is Puppy from the game Ruiner. And the ghoul is Ifrit hueheu

N then theres mountain, rain and 2 more ifrits hueheheh

[iamthecomet]

I’d love to know 32 and 60 for the writers ask game! 🖤

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers. Just three?! That's CRUEL. I refuse. @st-danger, @miasmaghoul, @forlorn-crows, @belle--ofthebrawl, @askingforthesun, @crimsonclergy, @kroas-adtam, @p1nkcanoe, @spoiledleaff, @high-imperatrix, @kkaisarion, @thelampisaflashlight and @mibo-nin just to name a FEW. This fandom is filled with so many incredible fic writers, I refuse to pick just three (there are absolutely more that I'm forgetting, ya'll are amazing).

60. Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like? It's SUCH a good feeling, seriously. I can remember the first few times it happened in this fandom vivedly (like I remember where I was when I got the email). It just always feels so good to know that someone you love and admire also admires you a little bit. It's sort of surreal but then again so is the whole experience of writing fic and getting any attention for it. Thank you!!!!

[yujinslovr]

PLS HELP ME W THIS BY CHOOSING A DAY IDOL AND KINK ILL DO IDOL X IDOL AS WELL (ill be starting frm day 7 so yall can like mix and match the kinks) also the ones i crossed out are the ones i dont rly understand enough to write well LIKE HONESTLY WTF IS QUINTOSIS CONTROL😭😭😭i searched it up but i cant find any answers😞😞

creds to: @kroas-adtam for the prompts!