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[vineyard-edits]

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[copias-thrall]

[phantoms-finger-tapes]

[chapel-of-rizztual]

hi please feel free to ignore this but ive been having a rough time and would adore some regressor phantom hurt/comfort. maybe little guy bends too far on stage and hurts himself or something, idk just so long as their comfort ❤️

He was so desperate to impress Dew that when Dew has pointed the floor, expecting him to drop to his knees before him, he had done, no questions asked. The problem was it was outdoor venue. And it was raining. Just as he was bending backwards to get his head to hit the floor behind him, his knee slipped, causing his back to jolt. 

 Immediately he felt pain spark all the way up his spine and down to the bottom of his back. He let out a whine, hoping Dew didn’t hear him, and he gently bent himself back up into a upright position. More pain bloomed under his skin as he did, he felt it wrap around his spine and constrict. 

He played as usual, not wanting anyone to guess something was wrong. The pain was bad, each step he took make it worse. By the end of the show he’s limping, his head is spinning with the fuzzy feeling he gets when he feels small. During final bows he’s next to Rain, and he squeezes the water ghouls hand tightly, feeling like he’ll topple over if he doesn’t. Rain gives him a look, even under his mask Phantom can feel it, it’s like Rain knows. 

He lets Rain pull him off stage, whimpering as soon as they’re hidden backstage, feeling tears fall down his cheek behind his mask. 

“H-hurts, Rainy. Hurts.”

Rain pulls him into his dressing room, shutting the door behind him. 

“I know, baby. I saw what happened.” 

He undoes Phantom’s helmet, pulling off his head, cooing as he does. 

“Oh, there’s no need to tears, babyboy.”

Phantom sniffles, a new batch of tears flowing down his cheeks. 

“Hurts so badly, Rainy. I don’t-I can’t-“ 

He’s cut off by a sob wracking thought him. 

“Please help me. Make the hurt stop.” His bottom lip wobbles. 

Rain brushes the tears on his cheeks away with his thumb, rubbing gentle circles on his cheek. 

“I’ve got you, baby. Gunna look after you, make you feel better.” 

Rain very carefully peels Phantom’s shirt off. Phantom whimpers the whole time, his eyes screwing shut as he sobs out again. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, darling. But we have to get it off to help you.” 

Phantom whimpers again, his eyes still screwed shut, shaking his head. 

Rain coos at him again, finally pulling shirt off him, 

“Being so good for me, baby. So brave for me.” 

Phantom perks up a little at the praise, letting out a little chirp at the praise. 

Before any of them can say anything, the dressing room door opens and Dew walks in. He’s changed from his stage uniform, wearing black sweatpants and no shirt, his hair down from its braid, the black stage makeup still smudged around his eyes and mouth. 

“How bad is it? I saw his leg slip, it can’t be good, right?” 

“I don’t think it’s that bad.” Rain rubs at Phantom’s belly in a confronting way. “I think he’s just pulled a muscle, I don’t think there’s any bruising or swelling.” 

Dew checks over Phantom’s back, humming in agreement with Rain. 

“No swelling or bruising.” He presses carefully at a couple of different spots on Phantom’s back, making him hiss out at one particular spot at the bottom of his spine. “Hurts there, little one?” 

Phantom nods, pouting at Dew with wet eyes. 

“Hurts, Dewy.” 

Dew pouts back at him. 

“I bet, sweetheart.” He ruffles Phantom’s hair. “Do you want me and Rainy to make it better?” Phantom nods, still pouting, but the tears have slowed. Dew presses a little kiss to the bottom of his back. “Come lie down on the sofa with us, baby.”  Rain manoeuvres Phantom so he's led in between Himself and Dew, his back to Dew. Phantom buries his face in Rains neck, still whimpering slightly. Phantom let’s out a small gasp feeling Dew get increasingly more warm behind him, making both ghouls giggle at him. “You like that, little one?” Dew noses at his shoulders, his hand wiggling between Phantom and Rains belly’s to rub at Phantom's. 

Phantom gives a little wiggle and a chirp. 

“Feels nice. Warm.” 

Rain presses a kiss to the top of his head, intwining his hand with Dew’s other hand, taking one of Phantom's in his other. 

“Dewy making you feel better?” 

Phantom hums, snuggling him deeper into both of them. 

“We’ve got some time before we have to be on the bus, why don’t have a nap, baby? We’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.” Dew presses a kiss to the back of his head. 

Phantom fidgets a little, letting out another little whine. 

“Tail?” 

Rain huff a laugh, bringing the spade of his tail up to Phantom’s lips. Phantom parts his lips, accepting Rain’s in his mouth, sucking gently at the spade. 

Dew let’s out a little giggle at him. 

“That better?”

Phantom nods, his eyes finally slipping closed. 

Somehow the other two end up falling asleep, the rhythmic breathing of Phantom slowly pulling them onto a peaceful sleep. 

That’s how Copia finds them, tangled up on the dressing sofa, fast asleep. They’d been waiting on the bus for them for an hour before he set off looking for them, hoping and praying that they hadn’t left the venue on their own. 

He runs a hand through Phantom’s hair, watching as the small ghoul twitches in his sleep, his eyes slowly fluttering open. 

“Hi there, little one.” Phantom blinks bleary eyed at him, sucking on the tail that’s still in his mouth. 

Copia runs a finger down his cheek.

“What’ve you got there?” 

Phantom's eyes flicker to Rain. 

“Oh, you’ve got Rainy’s tail?” 

Phantom gives a small squeak and nod, sucking a little harder on the tail. Copia smiles sweetly down at him. 

“Yeah? That’s nice of him, hmm?” 

Phantom nods again, feeling a little more awake now. 

“Do you think you three could continue your cuddle pile on the bus? We’ve been looking for you all.” 

He tickles under Phantom's chin, making the small ghoul squeal and squirm. 

The other two wake up at the noise and motion and grin sheepishly up at Copia, hoping the man won’t be too mad at them for making them a little behind schedule. He’s not, he would never be, especially the sight of them all cuddled up is so cute. 

On the bus, Phantom forgets all about his back, especially when he’s pulled into the middle of a cuddle pile including everyone. He happily laps up all the attention and cuddles, a goofy smile of his face and a loud purr rumbling though his chest. 

[voidcat]

I am attracted to this why am I so attracted to this

[ghoul-slime]

29. with mountain/dew, if you feel inclined ♡♡ (in love with your writing btw)

Thanks for the fun prompt! Here is some fluffy Mountain/Dew greenhouse sex <3

Dew’s been trailing him all day, trying and failing not to be obvious about it. Hanging around the kitchen while he makes his morning coffee. Pressed up against him at the breakfast table. Taking his time to tune each and every one of the guitars in the practice room while Mountain swaps out the drum heads on his kit.

Now, as Mountain ties on his apron, getting ready to spend the rest of the afternoon working in the greenhouse, he can tell Dew is panicking.

Dew’s not shy, but he’s never been good at asking for attention or affection when he really needs it.

Mountain can feel him hovering around the foyer as he laces up his boots.

“Dew?” Mountain calls out. “You there?”

The little ghoul appears around the corner with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

“I’m about to head down to the greenhouse,” Mountain starts, “but I could really use an extra set of hands. If you’re free, of course.”

Dew shrugs noncommittally, but Mountain instantly sees relief wash across his face.

“Sure,” he says, bending down to slip into his own shoes. 

They walk down to the greenhouse in comfortable silence, and halfway there Dew reaches out to thread his fingers with Mountain’s. Mountain smiles down at him, and he can see the tips of Dew’s ears have gone pink.

They work together all afternoon, watering the flowers, repotting plants, and tending to the season’s seedlings. Dew gives out happy little trills and chirps each time Mountain makes a point to lean down and kiss Dew on the cheek, to tickle his ribs whenever he squeezes past him in the aisles, when he gives him a playful swat on the bottom as Dew bends down to open a bag of soil.

The sun is just starting to set when Mountain wipes his hands on the front of his apron.

“Alright, Firefly. Think we’re about done here for the day,” Mountain says, untying his apron and tossing it into an empty wheelbarrow.

He can see Dew start to fidget again, struggling to ask for something.

Mountain contemplates him for a beat, before he’s moving in to scoop Dew up in his arms. Dew squawks, surprised, and flails a bit, kicking out his legs as Mountain swings him over and deposits him unceremoniously onto one of the high worktables.

“Jeez what the fuck, Mount?” Dew sputters, faint blush creeping across his pretty features. From this new height, Mountain can see a streak of dirt smudged across his cheek. Some dried flower petals stuck in his hair.

“Nothing,” Mountain shrugs, “Just that I think maybe I’m not done with you quite yet.”

And then Dew is reaching out for him, pulling Mountain in by the shirt collar and kissing him. Dew wraps his arms around Mountain’s neck, parts his knees and hauls him in close, kissing and licking into his mouth like he’s completely starved.

Mountain lets Dew take the lead, wrapping his long arms around Dew’s waist as Dew licks into his mouth, sucks on his lips, mouths his way across his jaw to his kiss and suck at his neck. Dew licks a stripe up the side of Mountain’s neck, and Mountain absently wonders how much sweat and dirt Dew can taste on him.

“Mmm,” Mountain hums, tipping his head back to expose more skin for Dew to lavish with kisses and wet little licks, “I love it when you kiss my neck.”

Dew chirps happily, wrapping his legs around Mountain’s middle and pulling him in closer. He feels the sharp drag of Dew’s fangs across the most sensitive parts of his neck.

Dew stops and pulls away, looking at Mountain with an intensity he hasn’t seen from him all day. Dew’s hands move to his belt buckle.

“Can I?” Dew asks.

Mountain nods and Dew’s mouth is back on his neck in an instant, sucking a bruise just above his collarbone as he undoes the buckle, pops the button, and drags the zipper down. Mountain is fully hard when Dew reaches in to pull him out. A bead of wetness glistens at the tip when Dew starts to jack him.

Mountain groans when Dew strokes him from root to tip, reveling in the way Dew’s fingers just almost meet, wrapped around his thick shaft.

“Feels good, Dew,” Mountain praises. “So good.”

Dew nods, and spits into his hand, slicking up Mountain’s cock even more as he works him over.

Mountain reaches in, grabs Dew by the ass, and drags him closer so he can grind his dick against Dew’s clothed erection as he jacks him off.

“Wanna see you too, Dew,” Mountain pleads. “Want you to touch me with it.”

Dew whines, rolling his hips and humping his cock against Mountain’s before reaching in to undo his own jeans and pull himself out.

Dew’s cock is straining, angry red and wet at the tip. Beads of pre already bubbling out to drip down his shaft. Mountain moans at the sight of it, squeezing Dew’s ass and pulling him forward until their cocks are touching.

Dew uses two hands to grab the both of them, to squeeze them together, canting his hips up as he jacks them both off, humping into the tight space between his hands, gliding his wet little cock up and down Mountain’s shaft as he works them both.

Mountain groans at the sight of it. Dew’s not necessarily small, but next to Mountain’s he looks tiny. Mountain can feel his mouth start to water.

Dew’s close, Mountain can tell by the quiet little string of curses Dew lets out under his breath, the way his fingers start to flex as he jacks them off, the way his thighs start to quiver.

“Yeah, Dew,” Mountain goads, “Wanna see you cum. Wanna see you get me all wet with it.”

Dew groans and strokes faster, chest heaving as he works himself closer to finish, sliding his cock hot and wet against Mountain’s straining shaft. Dew comes with a shout, bucking his hips back and grasping himself at the base so he can aim at Mountain, shooting ropes of pearly white across Mountain’s twitching, kicking cock.

Mountain stares slack jawed as he watches Dew’s cum drip off of him, sliding across the head and dribbling down his shaft to puddle onto the ground.

And then he’s grabbing himself, slicking himself up with Dew’s cum and jacking himself off.

“Gonna cum, Dew,” Mountain warns. “Gonna cum.”

Dew nods dumbly, chest still heaving as he comes down from his own orgasm. He squeezes his legs, still wrapped around Mountain’s middle.

And then Dew is leaning back, lifting up his shirt with two hands, rucking it up just below his chin to expose his taut little belly, pretty pink nipples threaded through with silver barbells.

“Mount,” Dew gasps, eyes locked on Mountain jerking himself off wet and sloppy with Dew’s own release. “Mount, cum on my tits. Wanna see you cream all over my tits. Please.”

Mountain tugs himself off once, twice more before he’s cumming, shooting across Dew’s belly and chest. Spurts of cum landing on his nipples, dripping across the silver of his jewelry.

Together they’re an absolute mess, and Mountain grins across at Dew, satisfied and proud of the both of them. He leans in for a kiss, tastes the sweat and dirt of the day on Dew’s lips.

“Firefly,” Mountain starts, “Spend the night with me tonight?”

Dew laughs, breathy and joyful, all of the doubt and worry of the day melted away, and nods his head yes. 

[bratty-metalhead]

Ghoul/Ghoulette HC’s!

These are only for the current group 😘

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[earthry]

he's being unfairly persecuted :((((( aether deserved it :(

[yesandpeeps]

Impera Ghouls as bugs 🪲

Swiss: Cicada

Cirrus: Spider

Mountain: Cricket

Cumulus: Moth

Sunshine: Bee

Aurora: Silverfish

Aether: Scarab beetle

Aeon: Mantis

Rain: Dragonfly

Dewdrop: Wasp

[forlorn-crows]

hi. dewswiss. hot summer day. popsicles. put dew in a situation.

- cuck mountain anon

i think swiss ended up in the situation more than dew oops

Dew's mouth is cherry red, slick with syrupy popsicle juice, and Swiss cannot stop staring. He's saying something, Swiss is sure, something about . . . pickups? Tuning? Some complaint about the way his guitar tech strung one of his guitars last time?

Swiss doesn't know. He's not listening. All he's focused on is the way Dew's little pink tongue darts out to catch a stray drip, how his lips suck around the length of the treat, teeth scraping on the way back up.

It’s some berry flavor—strawberry, raspberry. He won’t ask.

He’d rather taste.

Swiss watches a light pink drop trail from the corner of Dew’s mouth all the way down to the underside of his jaw. It threatens to drop, to splatter right on the fire ghoul’s bare chest. Swiss imagines it rolling down, catching on the jewelry running through his nipple. But it doesn’t, because he can’t help it; he reaches out and swipes it up with his thumb, gathering it on the pad and bringing it to his lips with a sly smile.

Dew just rolls his eyes. “You’re not listening,” he deadpans. He takes a deliberate, slow lick of the popsicle, watching Swiss’ eyes track his tongue gliding over the icy surface.

“Hm,” the multi ghoul hums distractedly. “Raspberry.”

“Uh huh,” Dew confirms, flicking his tongue off the melted tip.

Swiss scoffs. “Baby, you’re teasing.”

“I’m eating. You’re staring.” Dew sticks out his tongue at Swiss, showing off the stripe of artificial dye down the middle of his tongue.

Swiss fights the urge to groan when his cock kicks in his shorts. He doesn’t succeed, and a little rumble manages to rattle through his chest.

“Something wrong, baby?” Dew tilts his head, the pet name just as saccharine as the sugar across his tongue. Swiss groans for real then, reaching his hand out to circle Dew’s wrist completely, preventing him from going in for another suck. He leans in close, close enough to feel the huff of Dew’s amused snicker waft over his own mouth, fruity-scented.

“Let me taste you,” he says softly. “Come on, sweetheart—” Swiss noses at the smaller ghoul’s sharp cheekbone, trailing along until his lips kiss the shell of his ear. “—let me sink my teeth in a little.”

The popsicle melts a little more. A drop of it lands on Swiss’ forearm.

“Help me finish it then,” Dew says after a beat. So easily, so simply, as if telling the time. A shrug in the form of words.

Swiss pulls away and shoots him a confused look. Dew rolls his eyes, taking his turn to lean in close, inching the popsicle and his own mouth closer to the multi ghoul.

“I said,” his voice pitching lower into something more mischievous. “Help me—” He gets closer, dropping his gaze down to Swiss’ lips with a smirk. Grinning at the way his grip loosens to let Dew closer, how Swiss’ mouth parts a little the closer he gets.

“—finish it.” Dew seals his mouth around the bottom edge of the frozen treat, pushing the tip of it into Swiss’ lips.

Swiss makes the tiniest of noises before laving his tongue from bottom to top, groaning when he barely licks over Dew's lips in the process. He grips hard on the fire ghoul's wrist and bites around the bottom, trying to nip at him.

Dew pulls away. "You're gonna bite it off the stick, greedy. Stay at the top."

Swiss grumbles but acquiesces, licking sloppily back up the length of the treat. Dew rolls his eyes and sucks hard, siphoning the juice from the ice noisily.

Swiss can't help the noise he makes. He'd rather Dew be sucking on him. Hard and greedy and full of teeth.

He could just bite the rest of it off the stick in one go. He really could just . . .

"Ow, you fucker," Dew swears as Swiss' teeth scrape his top lip as he latches onto the stick and pulls the popsicle clean off in one motion. Two seconds later Swiss smiles wide, fangs glistening with a faint pinkish color. His tongue, too, when he sticks it out, tip of it inches from Dew's nose.

He's smug. Face stuck in that signature shit-eating grin he loves so much.

Dew stares at him, appalled, mouth agape. He glances down at the popsicle stick, now devoid of its treat, then back up at Swiss.

"Did you just swallow that whole?"

Dew doesn't get the answer to that question. But he finds he doesn't particularly need to know, not with the way Swiss pounces on him, clever tongue already licking at his mouth as he presses him down into the grass.

[koifsssh]

Hey!! You!! The people wanna know, is the limited edition purple thing ACTUALLY edible!?!? Tell the people the truth!!/j

IT'S NOT!

I may as well try to figure out why so many of you want to eat the darn thing!

[vineyard-edits]

Cult Of The Lamb icons

[cardi-c]

c: me :)

[redskull199987]

New Ache

Sodo x fem!reader Part III (new Ghoul/replacement for Aether)  Word Count:2k Warnings:backache?(the title is leading, i know), lots of teasing Summary:The Reader takes the place of Phantom in this, replacing Aether and playing the Rhythm Guitar. She was working at the ministry before and was always close to the Ghouls, especially Sodo. Now Papa decided that it was finally her time to shine…  tagged: @peachimano (you asked for a next part, so i thought i´d tag you, but tell me if you wanna be removed) Part I, Part II, Part III(You are here) Masterlist

You watched in amusement how Sodo tried to ignore the fierce questions of his fellow Ghouls, while you waited for the bus to start. You would be making your way to Berlin tonight, in order to perform the first ritual of this tour in Germany.

“Come on, just admit it!”, you heard Rain giggling, as he nudged Sodo`s shoulder,”You love her.” Rain nodded his head into your direction, causing you to smile. Before Sodo could say anything in return, you got up from your place in front of him and sat down between the fire Goul and Rain. Both of them looked at you perplexed, as you laid an arm each around their shoulders, pulling them closer. “Be nice to each other, will you?”, You smiled politely, probably a bit too politely, making it obvious that their conversation about Sodo`s and your relationship ended here.

“Why are you guys still up?”, Cirrus mumbled, as she suddenly entered the common area at the end of the bus, where Rain, Sodo, Swiss and you were currently sitting. The others had already departed to their bunks a while ago, trying to catch a little bit of sleep, before the annoying rattling of the bus would keep them awake, while you were on the road.

“Just talking a bit”, Swiss snickered, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Cirrus only sighed at his answer.”You guys should get some sleep, we have a ritual tomorrow!” “She is not wrong.”, Sodo intervened. He slowly got up, grabbing your hand in the process,”Come on, let's go to sleep.”

You said goodnight to Rain and Swiss, as the two of them decided to stay up a bit more, before following Cirrus upstairs, to the bunks. Fortunately, Sodo`s and your bunk were at the end of the row, away from the few already snoring Ghouls and Ghoulettes. Cirrus mumbled a sleepy goodnight, as she got in her bunk across from Cumulus. You and Sodo quietly made your way to the last two beds that were across from each other.

“Careful”, you murmured, as Sodo almost tripped over his own feet, trying to get out of his T-Shirt. “I'm fine”, he mumbled reassuringly, as he had finally changed into his night attire that was lying under his pillow just a few minutes prior. You quickly tried to change as fast as him, but also tripped, as you tried to get out of your T-Shirt. Luckily, Sodo was there to catch you. His hands wrapped around your waist, as you stumbled into his chest, the narrow space of the bus, not making anything easier. “Got you.”, the fire ghoul whispered in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine. “Thanks”, you mumbled, trying to step out of his grasp, but you felt Sodo´s slender fingers tighten around your waist. Your breath hitched, as you felt his lips on neck, leaving gentle kisses behind. His hands slowly made their way upwards, as he pulled you closer to his bunk. “Why don't you sleep in my bed tonight?”, he breathed against your neck, making your hairs stand up straight. “It's way too narrow”, you whined, finally escaping his grasp and turning around to look at the Ghoul. “We'll make it fit.”, he grinned, grabbing your hands,”Come on, do it for me.”

You were about to deny his request once more, as you felt the bus roaring alive and only a few seconds later, it slowly started driving.

You were once more thrown into the arms of your beloved, as he caught you from tripping over, as the Bus started. “I think that was a sign”, Sodo grinned looking down at you. His glowing eyes inspected your face carefully. You only groaned in annoyance, slightly hitting his chest:”Fine, but if you wake up with a backache, then don't complain, alright?” “I won´t.I promise”, he laughed, before ushering you to lay down. As you sprawled out on the bed, it quickly became clear that two people would never fit next to each other. So, Sodo did the only logical thing to him, before you could stop him. 

He slumped down on top of you.

You groaned slightly at his weight, but as he adjusted himself, slotting his legs between yours and resting his head in the crook of your neck, it quickly became more comfortable. 

“Dear satan, how does Mountain fit in these.”, you muttered under your breath, as you reached for the blanket, in order to cover the two of you. Sodo only chuckled at your comment.

“Good night, my love”, he finally mumbled into your skin, his breath tickling your neck. You snuggled closer to him, your arms wrapping around his torso:”Sleep well, my firefly.” You felt Sodo smile, as he heard the nickname that you used for him. And soon after, you felt his breath become steadier, his arms falling loosely around you. It didn't take you long to fall into a peaceful slumber too, as you were accompanied by the soft rhythm of Sodo´s heartbeat.

Against all you exceptions, you were the one who had a backache send from hell on the following day. How good that you didn't have a long and exhausting day in front of you. Oh wait, that was exactly the case. So, not long before the ritual began, you were huddled up next to Sodo on a sofa in the backstage area, while everyone was preparing for the ritual. “Does it still hurt?”, you heard Sodo whispering into your ear, as he gently brushed your hair aside. “It's alright now.”, you hummed truthfully, looking up at the fire ghoul. He granted you a soft smile. Something that was reserved for you and only you. You smiled back at him with delight and leaned up to kiss his temple, before you were interrupted by one of your fellow Ghoul´s.

“Come on, Lovebirds. It's time to get ready”

You turned around, as you heard Mountain's deep voice behind you. Sodo only groaned and slowly got to his feet:”Don´t worry big guy, we got it covered.” The smaller Ghoul looked back down at you and held out his hand to you. You looked back and forth between Mountain and Sodo for a second, before finally grabbing Sodo´s hand. He pulled you up with ease.

“See you in a bit.”, you smiled at Mountain before heading towards your dressing rooms. 

It didn't take long before Sodo and you reunited in the hallway, both of you now in your full stage gear, your faces hidden and a human form taken. “Ready?”, you asked Sodo before you made your way to get your instruments and step out onto the stage. “Oh, I´m always ready, my love.”, he grinned, the motion barely visible under his balaclava. He quickly took your hand, before sprinting into the direction of the stage, with you in tow.

It didn't take you long to get into the mood to tease around with Sodo again and before you knew it, the Ghoul was on his knees in front of you, strumming on his guitar with everything he had in him. You heard the yells and screams of the fans, but your eyes were fixed on Sodo´s face. You could make out that stupid grin he wore under his mask. It made you weak in the knees, so you did what came to your mind first. You joined Sodo on the floor.

Before the fire Ghoul knew what was happening, you were kneeling in front of him, your guitars almost touching. You grinned back at Sodo, before getting up again after a minute or so, as you felt your lower back starting to ache again. The next time Sodo asked, if you could sleep together in the bus, you really had to say no or you wouldn't survive this tour.

You only grinned, as you slowly walked to the other side of the stage. Sodo reached his hand out to you, but you only blew him a kiss. He jumped up a little, pretending to catch it. He looked at you satisfied, before turning back around, already on his way to annoy Rain. The poor water Ghoul didn't get a single break so far. 

As you crossed Swiss´ little podest, you quickly waved at the multi-Ghoul. He gave you a heartwarming grin and excitedly waved back at you. You couldn't help but laugh at his goofiness, before you turned back around, looking at the crowd. A few people right in front of you were waving right at you, as if they wanted to tell you something. You gave them a curious look and pointed a finger at your chest, as if to ask if they meant you. The fans nodded vigorously, so you stepped closer, careful not to fall over the edge. You leaned forward and finally saw what they were fiddling with. It was a pride flag. 

You quickly pointed at the flag and then at yourself, asking if they wanted you to take it. A choir of “yes” flew back at you, so with a smile you leaned forward even more, trying to grab the flag, which you now saw was a trans-flag.

 If it wasn't for the security guard, who caught the flag, it would´ve fallen to the ground. But he quickly grabbed it and handed it to you. You thanked him with a small nod, before stepping back onto the stage again. 

Luckily, you still had a few more minutes before the next song would start, so as Papa was showing off his German skills on the other side of the stage, you proudly lifted up the flag with a huge grin forming under your mask. 

You heard the happy screams of the fans who handed it to you, as you waved at them. But unfortunately, you knew that you couldn't keep holding it up, for the rest of the ritual. You needed both your hands to play. 

After a few moments of considering, you realized that Papa had almost finished his little speech and was about to announce the next track. so, without further ado, you turned on your heel and walked over to Swiss. His head turned towards you, as he saw you approaching. He quickly realized what you wanted to do, so as you held the flag up to him in an asking manor, he nodded happily and immediately reached out for the flag. You stood on your toes, so that he could reach it and as he caught it, he lifted it into the air, just like you had done it only minutes prior. You laughed at the happy Ghoul and waved at him a last time before turning back around, as the next song started.

As you almost ran into cirrus, you knew it was time for mummy dust. The Ghoulette grabbed your shoulders gently to stop you from running into her. A grin laced her lips, as you could hear her mouth the word,”Careful!”, into your ear. You only nodded back at her before she made her way to the middle of the stage.

It didn't take long before you were joined by Rain and Sodo. The three of you were keeping a low profile while Cirrus performed on the keytar. Everytime you heard her play it, you were amazed by her. The Ghoulette was very talented and you hoped to be as experienced as her one day. 

As your gaze was longing on Cirrus, you felt someone bump your side. you quickly looked up and saw that it was Sodo who had nudged you. As soon as he caught your attention, he leaned closer to your ear. “You´re almost making me jealous, when you stare at her like that, my love”, he mumbled. You felt your cheeks redden, thankful for the mask that hid it. You didn't even have time to reply, as he was already waltzing off again. Your gaze was longing on the fire Ghoul and it stayed on him until the song ended. 

The teasing would never come to an end, you thought to yourself. But after all, you didn't even want that. That was the exact reason why you loved this band so much, and you hoped that it would stay like that for the rest of the tour.

Minus the backache maybe.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Hi, hello, okay, I have no thoughts in my brain but from the prompt - "wanna practise?" / "you'll have to teach me" with Phantom and either Dew or Rain? He could be slammed against the wall also 👀 Because Phantom is a dumbass who knows nothing and I love him. Please and thank you if you do write 🖤

How about Phantom, Dew and Rain using Poor Phantom?? No wall slamming though I’m afraid.

It wasn’t like Phantom meant to walk in on them. He’d just been so excited to tell Dew he’d managed to nail that solo he’d been struggling with, he forgot to knock, and burst his way through the door to Dew’s room.

He squeaked at the sight in front of him, slapping a hand over his eyes.

“Shit-I’m sorry- I’m sorry.” He stutters, stumbling backwards, his back hitting the door making him stumble forwards. “I’m sorry, again- ill leave.”

Rain pulled his lips off dew’s, a string of saliva connecting them. He glares at him, and Phantom feels himself shrinking back, fumbling to try and find the door.

“What do you want?” And the way Rain sounds, bored, irritated even, shouldn’t have Phantom’s cock twitching in his pants the way it does.

“I- I wanted to tell Dew I managed to get that solo right.” Dew beams at him from where he’s pinned beneath Rain. 

“That’s so good, Tommy! You’ve been working on that for ages now.” 

Phantom has to suppress a whimper, feeling his cock twitch at the praise. 

“I-thank you.” 

Rain glares at him again. “Is that all? Are you done here now?” 

Phantom nods, not trusting his voice not to break. 

“Good. Shut the door on your way out.” 

Phantom stumbles, tripping over his own feet, trying to move as fast as could to avoid pissing Rain off even more. 

“Wait!” Dew exclaims. “You could leave, if you wanted.” He look up at Rain, then back to Phantom. “Or…” He smirks. “You could join us.” 

Rain looks down at Dew with a questioning look. Dew wiggles his eyebrows at him, still smirking at him. 

Rain turns back to phantom, the same unimpressed, irritated look on his face. 

“Well? In or out?” 

“In-in- I’m in.” Phantom stutters again, stumbling into the room, pushing the door closed behind him. 

Rain rolls off Dew, rolling to the side and pats the space in the middle of them. “Come. Sit.” 

Phantom moves as fast as he can, climbing over Dew ungracefully and rolling himself in between the two ghouls. Dew giggles at him as he does. 

“He’s already hard, the poor little puppy.” 

Phantom whines burying his face in his hands. 

“Awwhh our poor little puppy, so easy aren’t you.” 

Rain voice is so condescending it has Phantom squirming. 

“Ah, don’t be mean to him, Rainy. He can’t help it, he’s just a baby.” Dew cuddles himself into his side, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Phantom can’t help sighing into the soft touch. 

“You wanna join me, little one? Wanna help me make Dew feel good?” That’s the nicest Rain’s sounded since he walked in. 

Phantom feels overwhelmed already, just at the thought. 

“I don’t- I’ve never- never done anything like this before.” He stutters again, feeling his cock twitch as humiliation pools on his belly. 

Rain runs a claw along Phantom’s jaw line. 

“You really are a puppy, aren’t you?” He runs a claw over his bottom lip, letting it dig into the soft pillowy flesh. “You want me to show you, puppy? Wanna practise?"

Phantom nods, letting Rain guide his face towards his own. “You’ll have to teach me.” He whispers.

He hears Dew snort a laugh.“He’ll teach you alright, don’t worry about that.”

Before Phantom can reply, Rain is pressing his lips to his. The kiss is sweet and slow, Rain’s hand stays on his cheek, guiding his head in the direction he wants. He feels Rain’s tongue tracing along his bottom lip. He parts his lips, letting Rain push his tongue into his mouth and he whimpers with it, his hand coming up to grip at Rain’s shoulders.

Behind him Dew whines. “I want a turn. Rain, let me have a turn.” Rain pulls away with a small laugh, and there’s another hand under his chin, turning his head to the opposite side, and another pair of lips are pressed against his.

Dews fast and sloppy with his kiss, fangs digging into his bottom lip, a hand in his hair, pulling him the direction he wants.

Phantom feels Rain pressing him up against him, feels the hard outline of his cock pressing up into his ass. “Use your tongue, puppy, just like I did to you. He likes that.”

Phantom pushes his his tongue into Dew mouth, making Dew whimper, his jaw going slack, the hand in his hair twisting, pulling harder.

“That’s it, good boy.” Rain coos at him, making Phantom himself whimper into the kiss. “Run your hands along the scars on his chest, then rub his nipples. It always drives him crazy.”

Phantom does as he told, tracing the scars on Dew’s chest, before thumbing over his nipples, pulling at the rings. Dew whines, his hip bucking into phantom’s.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you? Listen to me so well.” Phantom can’t help moaning into the kiss, his eyes rolling back. He can feel his cock jumping in the confinement of his sweatpants, and feels the tip dampen, precum beading at the tip.

Rains hand grips at Phantom’s chin, pulling him off Dew’s lips with a slick pop. He turns his head back into his direction. Phantom blinks owlishly at him, licking his spit damp lips. “My turn again.” Rain's lips are back on his, slow and sweet just like before, a complete juxtaposition to Dew. It makes his head spin.

Dew’s hand reach under Phantom’s T-shirt, pulling at his nipples just like he’d done to Dew. He whines, his hips bucking into Rain’s thigh. Dew places light kisses up the back of his neck and Phantom shivers with with light touch.

Rain bites at hip lip, making Phantom gasp and Rain takes the opportunity to push his tongue back into his mouth. Phantom whimpers, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Raaaaain.” Dew whines from behind. “I want a turn again, stop hogging our new toy.”

Rain pulls off him, looking behind him to Dew. “Yeah? You wanna play with him again.”

“It’s my turn.” Dew pouts at him. Phantom makes a choked off sound, the two ghouls talking about him like he isn’t even there, likes he’s just an object to them has heat flowing in his veins like lava, pooling between his legs.

Rain turns his head to the opposite side, and Dew’s lips are on his again in an instant. Rain runs a hand down Phantom’s belly. “That’s it, good boy.”

His hand moves further down, squeezing Phantom’s cock through his sweatpants. Phantom squeaks, his hips rolling into Rain’s touch. “If you keep being good us and let us have use you, maybe we’ll let you cum.”

[iamthecomet]

The ghouls love to tease their kills, make them think they might be spared, let them escape a few times on purpose, and make them beg for their lives. All of this is great fun for them, especially when they see relief wash over a sibling's face just before they kill them. Although it's great fun to trick a sibling in to thinking they've won their safety, would they refrain from doing it to preserve the unadulterated flavor of terror? I'm sure they all have their preferences, but for those of them that love to play with their food I wonder if they ever waste a kill because they couldn't stand the flavor.

Fic idea I got while writing this: One or more ghouls are hunting a sibling. One ghoul, maybe Rain since I think the siblings underestimate how dangerous he is, hangs back and once the others have caught the sibling Rain comes and "talks them out of" killing them. Then Rain goes to comfort the sibling before killing them himself.

Not directly related to anything else in here but: I LOVE WEAPONIZED QUINTESSENCE

God I could talk about murder ghouls ALL DAY (and I have and I will). I started writing headcanons and accidentally wrote something based on the first part of this ask and not the fic idea but OH WELL. Fruits never stop sending me murder ghoul content it makes me so HAPPY. Also someday I'm going to write weaponized quintessence because HOLY FUCK it's so good (but not yet, sorryyy).

700ish words of murder ghouls. gore. violence. ghouls being predators. Ghouls eating people (well more talking about it but you get the idea) Dew being a picky eater. Cumulus being Cumulus. Murder ghouls are NOT good people but we love them anyway.

They all have their preferences. Swiss likes them horny. Boneless. On the verge of an orgasm. Loves the taste of oxytocin and dopamine on his tongue. Loves the heat of them, the pound of their pulse beneath his fangs. Rain likes them unaware. Never seeing it coming. Relaxed. Basic, unseasoned humanity. Aether and Aeon like them drunk on quintessence. The taste of their own magic in their blood. The tang of it sharp on their tongues. But Dew? he likes fear. Unadulterated. Terror. It makes them so sweet. All of those chemicals. All that cold dread pooling thick in their stomachs. Just the smell of it can set him off. So this, is less than ideal. He should have known better pairing up with Cumulus to hunt. She likes it slow--decadent. Likes to savor the way their face opens back up when they realize the monster behind them has been their beloved friend this whole time. She lives for the relief in their eyes. The way fight or flight dies and adrenaline flees and they are comfortable and home and--Dew can't stand the taste of it. The smell of it makes him grimace. He watches from the edges of the trees. In sight, out of mind now that the sibling thinks the real danger has passed. He watches Cumulus stroke a soft finger over the sibling's cheek. Their jaw. Pressing a thumb over full lips. Cumulus coos at them, like she would a kit and Dew feels his stomach churn. He's happy to help--really--but he's hungry and he's picky. He hates to admit it. Rain would dive in--no questions. Mountain too--though he prefers his prey dazed and drugged. But Dew? He can't stomach it. 

He should have said no–but just like the sibling he is powerless to Cumulus when she wants something. Big eyes and a pouty lip that has him shoving his hands in his pockets and following her even though he knows he’ll end the night hungry. 

Better than dead, he supposes. 

“Droplet,” Cumulus says, voice a soft purr. She jerks her head toward the sibling and Dew sighs. He crosses to them, leaves crunching under his boots. Hands balled into fists in the pockets of his jacket. Ravenous and revolted all at once. 

The sibling jolts when they notice him again. Eyes darting between Cumulus–trusted confidant and friend–and Dew who has never been kind to a human in his entire infernal life. There is knowledge in those eyes–primal. That this sibling knows he was chasing them. Hot on their tail. Smelling like smoke and sulfur. That if Cumulus hadn’t stepped in, he would have killed them. 

She gets to play savior–it’s her favorite role. But Dew smells that little spike of fear, can taste it on the air. Unease. His stomach clenches, growls. 

“Do you want to do the honors?” Cumulus turns to him fully now. One hand still cupping the siblings cheek. But her eyes on him. Looking up at him, lips parted. Dew is definitely not thinking about how they’ll taste when they’re covered in blood. 

The sibling whimpers, pulls back but Cumulus digs her fingers in. The sharp scent of blood hits Dew like a freight train. Tolerable now. And he feels himself nod. Hunger outweighing pickiness momentarily. 

The sibling pulls away from Cumulus fully. Wrenching away even as Cumulus digs in, claws carving for deep scratches in their cheek as they bolt. Darting through the trees. Cumulus licks their blood from her fingers. 

Dew waits, allows this human a head start, just enough time for him to look at Cumulus and tilt his head, confusion. 

“That’s your kill,” he says, low. She offers him two of her fingers, dragging blood over his lips. His tongue darts out to lap it up. Sweet. Laced with panic and confusion. Soon he’ll have a feast of it. “We’ll share. I’m not the picky one.” 

“Lus–”

“Better hurry, before dinner gets away.” She gives him a shove in the direction the sibling went. Dew can still hear them, crashing through the woods, panting panicked breaths. Each of them bordering on a scream. “Bring them back first,” she adds. “I want to watch.”