#nameless ghoul fanfic

[iamthecomet]

mounty/rora size difff!!!!! im insane!!!!

like imagine they’re in the kitchen and roras tryna grab somethin high up and mount comes up behind and just. engulfs her. idk if i were her i would lose it.

also dom mountain? maybe? calling her his “little princess” and making her take him all at once?

(maybe some really light cnc like hes “making” her take it no matter what she wants)

idk i love them

I got SO carried away with this. I am NOT SORRY. 2.3k words of MountRora under the cut. Despite the CNC mention in the ask everything in the ficlet is enthusiastically consented to on screen. Though, Mountain does have a few thoughts (before anything actually happens) that could make things seem dubious. So keep that in mind before you read. I absolutely took some inspiration for their normal dynamic from this post by @miasmaghoul because her brain is gigantic.

The new ghoulette makes Mountain feel like he’s losing his mind. He hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off of her since they were introduced. Her miniscule frame tucked under one of Copia’s arms as he gave her and Aeon a tour of the ghoul wing. 

He knows her better now. Enough that when he lays in bed at night with one hand on his cock and her on his mind he doesn’t feel quite as bad as he did that first night. Face down on his pillows, knuckles wedged between his teeth so that when he came in hot spurts he didn’t accidentally whimper the name of the freshly summoned ghoulette in the next room. 

Now, a few months in, the thoughts are no less impure but he knows they’re welcome. Knows she thinks the same things. Finds her at his door in the middle of the night, barely clothed and already soaked for him. Slipping into his lap with ease and grinding against him until she cums–until he does too. Splattering cum over his stomach as she works him through it with her tongue in his mouth. 

It’s not enough. 

Mountain watches her from the couch as she stretches up onto her toes and tries to reach something on the very top shelf of the game cabinet. Spine stretching, fingers waggling as she tries to reach. Almost hopping on her toes in a futile attempt to bump whatever game she’s hoping for close enough to grab. 

Mountain delights in watching her. In looking at the little sliver of skin that shows as her shirt rides up. On the way her ass looks in her leggings. Eyes tracing the dip in her waist, knowing he can touch his fingers around it when he holds her. 

He’ll get up and help her–of course he will. Though, she’ll never ask. Determined to do it herself. But he’s going to let her struggle for another minute and enjoy the view. 

He pushes himself off the couch when she starts to show signs of planning to climb the cabinet. He presses right up against her. Ducks his head to press his chin to the crown of her head, right between brutally sharp opalescent horns. 

“Which one?” he rumbles. Curling one arm around her waist, palm flat against her belly. That warm strip of skin under his calloused palm. She growls, high and playful. And he pulls her tighter, presses her body right up against his until he knows she can feel how hard he’s gotten pressed right against her spine. 

“Monopoly,” she says, pressing back against him. Standing on her toes in an attempt to grind her ass back against him. “Why do you put it so high?” “Big boxes go on the top shelf.” 

“Nothing should go on the top shelf.” She huffs as he pulls it down and presses it into her waiting hands. 

“Who are you playing with?” 

“Aeon and Swiss, do you want to come too?” 

Mountain shakes his head. He digs his fingers into her stomach just a little and then releases her. She turns in his grip, box held between them. “I don’t like monopoly. Too competitive. And Swiss always cheats.” 

She frowns. “He promised he wouldn’t–”

“He’s a liar.” He kisses her between the horns. “Will you come see me after?” 

She looks up at him. Violet blush darkening her cheeks and the tips of her ears. She smiles, slow and easy as she nods. “As soon as we’re done.” 

“That a promise?” Mountain teases. 

She licks her lips, nods again, short and curt this time. “Yes, sir.”

His cock kicks in his pants, drools pre into the dark gray fabric. Aurora grins at him, and then slips away, out of the door. Mountain sags back into the couch. He palms at himself–not enough to really get anywhere. Just a little pressure, a little relief as he thinks about her. About what he wants to do–no–what he’s going to do to her. She wants it too--he knows it.

The grinding is all well and good, but he wants to be inside. Wants to press deep and feel the way her body changes as he fucks into her. To reach places no one else ever has or ever will again. He closes his eyes, tips his head back against the back of the couch and tries not to blow it just over the thought of her. 

⛧ Mountain keeps himself as busy as he can stand. Takes a trip to the greenhouse and tries to think about deadheading flowers instead of pinning Aurora down on his bed and fucking her senseless. 

He works on dinner, and somehow doesn’t burn anything despite doing the entire thing on auto pilot–much to Dew’s disappointment. 

The fire ghoul kicks him out mid-way through with a frustrated grimace. 

“I’m trying to help, Dew,” Mountain says in protest as Dew bullies him from the kitchen. 

“Then help, by being literally anywhere else. I can smell how hard you are. Go jerk off or something.” 

Mountain retreats to his room. There’s a knock on the door three minutes later–not that he was counting. 

Aurora doesn’t wait to be let in, she’s pushing past him as soon as he opens the door. Shucking her shirt off and throwing it to the side before Mountain has even locked them in. And then she’s on him. Coming up on her toes as he bends to meet her. Lips sealing together as her clever fingers slid under his t-shirt and up to roll already pebbled nipples between deft fingers. He growls, hauls her close. Nearly off her feet in his attempt to pull her into his skin with him. Tongue delving deep into her mouth–less about pleasure and more about claiming. 

“Who won?” he asks as he pulls away long enough to pull of his shirt. She wiggles out of her leggings and underwear in one go and Mountain feels the last of his coherent brain cells die when she bends over to pull them off of her ankles. Exposing her soft pink cunt to his hungry gaze. She’s wet already, folds glistening as she shifts from one foot to the other. 

“Swiss,” Aurora says as she finally untangles herself. “He cheated.” 

“Told you.” 

Aurora is right up on him again, his back against the door. Her hand slipping down his pants to curl her fingers around his cock. He shoves at his waistband. Desperate to get them off so he can see. So he can watch the way her fingers don’t meet when she holds him. She stands on her toes and nips at his jaw. Stroking from root to tip as he finally frees himself. Fire licking up his spine as she tightens her grip to milk a pearl of pre from the tip. 

“‘Rora,” Mountain whispers, pressing his forehead to the top of her head, both of them looking down. Watching the way she strokes him. The head flushed and shiny. Her fingers looking so small–so impossibly dainty around him. “Wanna try something.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Let me fuck you.”  Not a question. A demand. A need. No room for argument in it. Aurora pulls her head back so they can really see each other, she tips her head, lip pinned by a razor sharp fang. 

“It’s too big. Won’t fit.” 

Mountain steps closer, she goes back. Doesn’t let go of him, doesn’t stop dragging her thumb over that spot under the head that makes him twitch. He crowds her back until she’s forced to sit on his bed. Forced to crane her neck to look up at him. He reaches down, strokes her hair out of her face, tucks one strand behind her ear. 

“I’ll make it fit.” 

He watches her throat work as she swallows. Watches the way her pupils go just that much wider. She’s moon-eyed and slack jawed as she looks up at him. Thighs clamped together, shifting just ever so slightly in search of friction. 

She nods. Eyes never leaving his. Cheeks dark, breath shallow. When he pushes her back to lay on the bed, she falls like a rag doll. Easy. Chest heaving as he climbs above her. Mouthing at her jaw, and lower. Over sharp collarbones, and rosey nipples. Pressing the flat of his tongue to each bud as he sucks them into his mouth. Assualting them with just enough teeth to make her gasp and arch up into him. 

He leaves a trail of open mouth kisses down her stomach, over her hip bones, down to her cunt. Pressing his lips over her clit. He drags his tongue through her folds. Gathering slick. Letting the taste of her white out every other thought. 

He presses one finger inside of her as he pulls back. Watching as her eyes flutter closed, one hand toying with one of her nipples, the other sunk deep into the mess of her own hair. She whines, hips rolling down to meet his hand as he presses as deep as he can. “Gonna make you take it,” Mountain says, bending down to suck her clit into his mouth as he gives her another finger. 

She nods dumbly, tucking her chin into her chest to watch him. Their eyes meeting over the soft plain of her body. “Yeah. Yeah. Make me take it. Ruin me.” 

His cock kicks and spits against the comforter as he fingers her. Adding a third. Unable to think about anything else except the musk of her on his tongue and the way these velvet walls will feel clamped around his cock. How it will feel when she cums on it. 

Mountain doesn’t have the patience to wait anymore. Not with the way she’s fluttering around his fingers. Not with how her clit pulses against his tongue.

He slips his fingers from her body, and allows himself a moment to admire her as he pulls away. To watch as she clenches around nothing. To see the way she drips onto the bed. 

He shuffles forward, tucks her legs around his hips. He drags the blunt head of his cock over her swollen clit and revels in the way she mewls beneath him. Hands twisting in the sheets, hips twitching closer. “Look at you,” he says. Dragging his cock through her folds, watches the way she opens for him. He lines himself up, just barely touching her. It would take nothing to split her open on it. He should go slow–should take his time.  

“C’mon,” she insists. “Put it in. Stop teasing and–”

Mountain surges forward. He bottoms out in one thrust. His hips flush with hers. She wails. Eyes rolling up in her head, body clamping down hard on him. Her heel digs into his ass, just above his tail. He grabs her as she arches, both big hands on her waist, thumbs almost touching just under her belly button. 

The next thrust makes her tear up. Wetness clinging to delicate lashes as she clamps her eyes closed and keens. Mountain gives up on slow and steady almost immediately. Leaning forward to bend her in half and pound in. Over and over again. Each slick slide a new revelation.  Each noise she makes dragging him closer and closer to the end. He sets his thumb to her clit. She opens her mouth and nothing comes out, just a ragged pleasured breath as she takes every inch he gives her. 

She cums with a cry. Clamping down so hard on him he’s almost forced out. Eyes rolling back, body going taught as her toes curl against his back and she pulses around him. He fucks her through it, keeps his thumb rolling over her clit until she bats his hand away. 

“So fucking tight, Rora. fucking perfect. All mine.” Moutain’s babbling now. White hot pleasure coiling deep in his gut. She’s boneless beneath him. Fucked dumb and breathless. She reaches up to press her hand over his heart, to drag her thumb over a nipple. Each thrust forcing the breath from her, along with little startled noises as he goes just a little harder, a little deeper. 

“Gonna–fuck–can I? Let me cum inside?” 

Aurora nods, lips parted, drool gathering at the corners. “Yeah. Yeah. Do it. Make it sloppy.” 

Mountain gets one more thrust in, shoving in as deep as he can before he starts to shoot, vision whiting as the hot clutch of her drags him under. 

“Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank youthankyou.” 

She reaches up, tangling fingers in the sweat damp hair at the base of his neck and pulling him down to kiss him. Fangs nipping as his lip as she does. 

A sharp knock at the door pulls Mountain away from her with a start. 

“You’d better be done fucking now,” Dew’s voice carries through the door. “Dinner’s getting cold.” 

“Coming!” Aurora calls. 

“Yeah,” Dew mutters just loud enough for them to hear, sarcasm biting through his words. “I bet you are.” 

Mountain pulls out of Aurora with a hiss. He wants a few more minutes. Time to admire the way his cum drools out of her. Time to bury his face back between her legs and clean her up–to lick his mess out of her until she’s crying and shaking beneath him. 

Instead, he stands up and starts to get dressed. Heart still hammering in his chest, nerves still alight with pleasure. Aurora stretches, arms above her head, body on full display, until something in her spine pops and she sighs, satisfied. 

“After dinner, we go again,” she says, pushing herself out of bed to stand on wobbly legs. 

“Yeah?” Mountain asks, not daring to allow any real hope to filter into his voice, He doesn’t want her to feel obligated. Doesn’t want her to do too much because she wants to make him happy. He’ll be happy just eating her out. Letting her grind. Curling her into his arms and fucking her thighs. She grins, standing on her toes to pull him into a kiss that is more fang than tongue. “I told you to ruin me didn’t I?” 

[ramblingoak]

Kiss prompt!

Papa x Swiss

#27

Plz & thx 😜

Thank you Anon! I had a lot of fun with this one since I haven't really done much Papa x Ghoul stuff yet. I hope you like it!

Copia x Swiss with a kiss "as a suggestion"

Warnings: just a very thorough kiss hehe, maybe slightly suggestive so nsfw just in case, about 1k words and aggressively not beta read (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

Swiss hated seeing Copia like this.

Tired and stressed, Papa had been working practically nonstop in preparation for the upcoming tour.  Even the black makeup around his eyes couldn’t hide the signs of strain that were there.  His wrinkles were a little more pronounced from squinting at budget sheets and the skin beneath his eyes was swollen from lack of sleep.  The man needed a good meal, a good night’s rest and as Swiss let his eyes wander over the handsome Papa’s body a few other ideas came to mind.

“Why the fuck does Dewdrop need all these guitars?”

Copia’s irritated voice broke Swiss from his thoughts and the ghoul straightened up from the couch he had been sprawled across,  “Don’t know, skill issue?”

“Skill iss–,”  Copia looked up sharply from his paperwork, his eyes narrowed as he glanced over at Swiss.  When all he saw was a pointy toothed grin Copia snorted and looked back down at his desk.  “Phantom didn’t ask for any new guitars, neither did you!  Why does Dewdrop need six?”

“Papa, can I make a suggestion?”  When he nodded, Swiss stood up and made his way over to his desk.  “Let’s leave Dewdrop behind.”

Copia grinned immediately, the big one that Swiss was pretty sure was only reserved for him.  The smile that he definitely didn’t go out of his way to try to see on a daily basis.  

“I’m on board as long as you’re the one that breaks the news.”  

Copia smiled again when Swiss made a face but it quickly faded when he focused on the paperwork in front of him again.  Well this wasn’t going to do at all, Swiss needed to up his game a bit.  He idly started to tap his claws on the dark wood of the desk, slowly walking around to the side and leaning his hip against it.

“Papa?”  Swiss stayed quiet until Copia looked up at him,  “Can I make another suggestion?”

“Uh, sì.  Certo.”

“How about we take a break?”  He could see Copia immediately stiffen and Swiss had no doubt he was about to be on the receiving end of a speech on how much work there was to do so he quickly reached out and laid a hand over Copia’s arm.  “You need to eat and get some sleep.”

“That was two suggestions.”

“Oh, really?  Well then how about I throw in a third one?”  Swiss pushed off the desk and moved around until he was standing behind Copia.  He gently laid his hands on the man’s shoulders and started to rub the tense muscles there.  “You also need a massage.”

Copia’s only answer was a deep groan and Swiss took that as permission to rub his shoulders harder.  The man was quickly putty in the ghoul’s hands, the most delightful sounds falling from his lips.  Swiss had to bite his own to keep from making any himself, right now his focus was on Copia and making him feel good.

He always enjoyed taking care of his Papa.

When Copia had mostly quieted down, the muscles that Swiss had been working on finally relaxed and loose, he slipped around the chair and hopped up to sit on the desk.

“Swiss!  Stop playing around I still have lots of wor–”

“I actually have one more suggestion.”  

“I haven’t even done the other two you asked for yet.”

“Oh I know, but this last one is something we can fit in whenever.”  Copia was looking up at him with an exasperated expression on his face but Swiss just kept smiling.  “Whenever and as often as you want.”

“Is it leaving me alone?”  Swiss could see Copia fighting a smile when he gave him an exaggerated pout.  “Fine, fine.  Let’s see, you already suggested food and rest…”

“And firing Dewdrop.”

“Sì, and firing Dewdrop.”  Copia sighed, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair and stared up at Swiss.  “I can’t think of anything else I need.”

“A kiss.”

“Un bacio?”  Swiss nodded eagerly, pleased beyond words to see a blush building on Copia’s cheeks.  “Just one?”

“To start with.”

Neither of them spoke for a few moments, both just watching the other.  Swiss was trying not to stare at his lips but he was failing miserably.  When one corner of them quirked up and Copia looked away shyly Swiss felt like letting out a whoop of triumph.

“Okie dokie.  I accept your suggestion.”  

Copia nervously began to shuffle the papers on his desk, only stopping when Swiss planted a hand right on top of them as he leaned in towards him.  The kiss was gentle, far gentler than was necessary but Swiss wanted to savor this moment.  He wanted to memorize every little detail he could.  The fullness of Copia’s bottom lip, the taste of the black makeup he wore on the top one, the sound of their teeth lightly clacking together as the kiss deepened…

Swiss was too damn big to be crawling into Copia’s lap but here he was, his legs straddling him and his fingers buried in the man’s brown hair.  Copia’s tongue flicked at Swiss’s lips, demanding entrance and easily getting it.  As Swiss raked his claws along his scalp Copia tugged at the ghoul’s shirt so he could slide his gloved hands along Swiss’s skin.  The leather was warm and soft and Swiss broke away from his lips with a deep groan.

After a handful of minutes panting into each other’s mouths Swiss finally leaned back to look over his work.  Copia’s hair was all over the place thanks to his hands and Swiss probably had more makeup on his face than Copia did at this point.  He licked his lips to get a taste of the metallic paint again, grinning when he saw Copia’s mismatched eyes tracking the movement of his tongue.

Oh yeah, there were definitely going to be more kisses.

“What do you think, Papa?  Did you like that suggestion?”

Copia nodded, his hands still idly rubbing along Swiss’s body under his shirt, “I did, sì.”  Without warning he gave a quick tug and Swiss found himself pressed tightly to his Papa’s chest, their faces barely a breath apart.  “Got any more?”

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[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

Hi there!

I saw that your requests are open :D

May I ask for hcs or a little scenario, if you wish, of how Swiss and Mountain would react to seeing reader (he/they pronouns, if possible) up really really late because of nightmares and insomnia? I’m thinking about fluff and platonic relationships! (Cuddles? Little kisses? Yes please)

Thank you so much for your time and for your writing! writing! 🖤

❝kiss the nightmares away❞

➵ “i’ll be your little sunshine.” —❤︎

pairing: swiss and mountain x male!reader (he/they)

theme: fluff ✿

a/n: first of all, i hope you’re doing well hon, i hope this fic can soothe some potential nerves you have there <3 i hope this fic met your standards. and tbh it can be read as platonic or romantic so i didn’t use the platonic tag

cw: insomnia sucks, that’s really it. swiss and mountain are very caring for the reader here

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his head hurt so much.

normally, the insomnia never got this bad— but tonight was a particularly shitty night. not only was his day at the ministry rather rough, but y/n had just experienced a chilling nightmare that still sent shivers down his spine— which only worsened the effects of their sleep condition.

it was anything but pleasant, but he hates to say that this wasn’t the first time this has happened.

insomnia was a bitch, but they have grown accustomed to dealing with it on their own— even if it sucked.

sighing heavily, y/n’s feet carried him through the ministry halls and into the kitchen, in hopes to find a snack that’ll soothe his mind and hopefully calm his nerves down.

the fridge door swung open and y/n grabbed the nearest thing on the shelf, not even bothering to look at what he had just grabbed— or the label for that matter.

just as y/n was about to open whatever container he snagged— the sound of someone clearing their throat made y/n whip his head around to find the source of the sound.

“you know you’re holding a jar of mayonnaise, right, sweetie?”

confused, y/n turned his head to the entrance of the kitchen, and was met with a familiar multi ghoul leaning against the door frame. swiss, with his arms crossed, looked at them in an almost amused manner.

y/n looked down at his hands to see that he was indeed, holding a jar of mayonnaise. he didn’t even notice, he was probably way too tired to even function. sighing heavily, he opened the fridge and put it back inside.

“sorry, i didn’t notice.” y/n responded, looking downcast to avoid swiss’ gaze

“i can tell.” swiss replied back with a cheeky tone, before he made his way over to y/n. he could already tell something was up.

“so what are you doing up so late?” swiss asked, his tone of voice shifting into a more caring one. y/n didn’t respond, his silence was already a good enough answer for swiss, and the multi ghoul sighed.

“that bad, huh?”

“it’s always bad, swiss. but tonight has just really fucked me over.”

swiss let out another heavy breath of concern, and brought his large, clawed hand to gently rub y/n’s back— who was currently hunched over the kitchen island, head bent down. it was the most he could do to comfort the poor boy.

at that moment, heavy, but gentle footsteps, made their way into the kitchen, causing both y/n and swiss to look over at the kitchen.

it was mountain. he must’ve heard one of them come down to the kitchen. tilting his head in confusion, he turned to swiss.

“what’s going on?” the earth ghoul asked, almost innocently.

“insomnia is kicking y/n’s ass again.” swiss replied back, his tail flicking a bit as he spoke. he then went back to rubbing y/n’s back.

“damn right it is.” y/n groaned out, his forehead resting against the table as he just let swiss rub his back.

mountain just let out an ‘ah’ at Swiss’ answer. he felt bad for the poor boy, he knew how bad insomnia could get at times. all he knew now was that y/n needed some comfort.

the drummer turned to look at the vocalist, and the two exchanged a knowing look before nodding at each other. at that moment, the earth ghoul scooped up y/n in his strong arms, cradling him like a baby— which made them yelp from the sudden change.

“what the—!? hey what are you guys doing??” y/n asked almost suspiciously, wondering what in hell these two ghouls had in mind.

“what do you think, honey?” swiss said from behind mountain, peeking over the earth ghoul’s shoulder to look at y/n. “we’re going to help you.”

it wasn’t long until the trio reached mountain’s room. y/n breathed in the fresh aroma of healing herbs and fresh water, must’ve been from the decorative plants in mountain’s room.

being the gentle giant he was, mountain carefully placed y/n on the center of his queen sized bed, and it wasn’t long until the two ghouls were all over y/n.

swiss was cuddled up on the right side of y/n’s body, his head buried under the curve of their neck, while his arms proceeded to wrap around y/n’s waist and his legs tangled in the other’s. mountain then moved to y/n’s left side, his chest pressing against the smaller boy’s back softly while he draped his long arms over y/n’s and swiss’ bodies to move them closer to him. the earth ghoul’s tail was also wrapped around y/N’s leg affectionately.

the position was… oddly comfortable, and it was quite serene too. it put y/n’s mind at ease, and his muscles visible relaxed after being stiff for so long. both swiss and mountain took notice of this, and started to purr lovingly— the vibrations of their purrs only serving to further heal y/n.

“this is nice…” y/n muttered out softly, to which swiss chuckled slightly.

“told ya we’d help, pretty boy.” swiss teased back slightly, making y/n only rolled his eyes at him.

“oh shut up.” they retorted, eliciting a chuckle from mountain, who rested his chin on top of y/n’s head.

“alright, simmer down you two. i think we all need to sleep. especially you, y/n.” mountain said with a more firm, but soft tone, making both swiss and y/n nod.

swiss couldn’t resist, but he pressed a soft kiss onto y/n’s cheek to help comfort him, which in turn made them giggle from the ticklish feeling. mountain let out another chuckle and placed a kiss on top of y/n’s head, purring softly right after.

y/n definitely wasn’t expecting his night to go like this. being pulled into a cuddle pile with the flirty multi ghoul, swiss— and the sweet and gentle earth ghoul, mountain.

his insomnia was definitely bad.

but these two ghoul’s provided enough comfort for him to make him feel safe.

and that feeling was enough to allow his mind drift off into a dreamless, but peaceful sleep, appreciating the warmth of another’s arms.

[her-satanic-wiles]

In the eerie moonlit forest, you are ensnared in a nightmarish game of hide and seek with the malevolent entity Dewdrop, whose demonic force has targeted you. The chilling objective is to survive until sunrise, seeking refuge in the Ministry’s cabin deep within the sinister woods. With the dawn as your only salvation, you must navigate the haunted forest, outwit the relentless demon, and reach safety before Dewdrop claims you as his prize. The race against time intensifies, making the night unforgiving as you strive to survive until sunrise in this twisted pursuit.

Pairing: Dewdrop x Transmasc!Reader

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[spoiledleaff]

leafy... the mental image you gave in that puppy rain ficlet of rain making dew play his guitar while they're breeding fucking him "six ways to fuckin' sunday" is haunting me just as much as subby puppy rain O_O /pos /so very fucking pos

would you consider writing a little something about that ? 👀

i can gift you flowers... 💐💐💐💚💐💐💍💐💐💙💐 :D

hehehehehehehheheheheehheheeheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeheheheheheheheheheheheeheheheheheheheehehehe— of course ùwú anything for flowers from you, my love! :> (also a massive thank you to @littlemoon-beam for dealing with my instrument inexperience, haha! :'D)

explicit ✿ he/him ftm dew + they/them intersex rain ✿ wc ; 598. terminology for dew includes ; clit + pussy/cunt + folds ✿ terminology for rain includes ; cock/dick.

"You stopped." Rain sighs, their nose nuzzling deeper into that clammy, sensitive spot behind Dewdrop's ear as the smaller ghoul whines. "Keep going, baby."

Rain is laid out underneath Dewdrop, relishing in the way the fire ghoul's body presses down against their own. Dewdrop is laid out on top; naked from the waist down, legs spread and held open with Rain's own scrawny limbs, and his signature white Fender Stratocaster held in his trembling fingers. The littler sin is laid bare above Rain: speared open, overstimulated, and still forced to play.

"Fuck-!" Dewdrop whines as Rain's balls slap loudly against his inner thighs; their pace is brutal and cutthroat as they fuck into Dewdrop's pussy with terrifying precision.

Their shaft rubs against every sensitive bundle of nerves hidden inside Dewdrop's inner walls, the copious amounts of cum that Rain has already pumped into Dewdrop's womb spilling from his stretched hole, growing tacky over their inner thighs. Dewdrop's clit stands proud against his foreskin; his labia is swollen and slick, and his entire core is flushed tomato red from how aroused and neglected his clit remains.

"Keep playing." Rain repeats, nipping at Dewdrop's earlobe. The slick sound of Rain's shaft mercilessly pounding in and out of Dewdrop's cunt echoes in his ears. The sound is embarrassing, but the fact that Rain still expects the fire's sin to play through his Respite solo flawlessly has Dewdrop's pussy gushing.

(And Rain knows; they both know. Hell, they both can fucking hear it.)

Dewdrop's fingers tremble over the strings, the edge of his guitar presses against his stomach and the weight of it rests terribly close against Dewdrop's pubic mound. Idly, the fire ghoul wonders if the thoughts racing through his mind are what Swiss thinks every time a 'practice session' of his gets derailed.

The rim is so fucking close. If Dewdrop ruts his hips up and drops his posture just a scant few inches, maybe he'd-

"Dew." Rain's voice is dark, their claws scrape dangerously against the bones of Dewdrop's hip. "Don't make me fucking repeat myself."

And the worst part of it all is Rain's voice is still so fucking steady. They're so goddamn deep in Dewdrop's cunt that he can feel the chill of Rain's slick, gushing like a waterfall just behind the weight of Rain's balls. Dewdrop can feel the way their cum and combined buckets of slick splatters against his burning skin, and he swears that he can hear the way the droplets sizzle and evaporate against his inner thighs.

With every inch of his vessel either trembling or spasming, Dewdrop's fingers slowly find the correct cords for Respite on the Spitalfields. The opening notes of his solo are quiet against the loud plapplapplapplap- of Rain's dick spearing him open. Every digit, every knuckle feels like it's rattling against his bones, and Dewdrop shudders as Rain's claws sink into his flesh.

"'M gonna cum-" He gasps, missing a note. "Rainy, Rainy, please- 'm gonna fucking cum-"

"I don't care." Rain whispers, forcibly rocking Dewdrop's body as the little sin struggles to hold his guitar. "You can cum as many times as it fucking takes for your stupid little brain to get this solo right."

Dewdrop sobs as Rain makes him start over, the embarrassing squelch of Dewdrop cumming for the fourth time that night rings louder in his ears than the fucking guitar laid over his stomach.

"Keep playing, Dew." Rain grunts, their pace somehow fucking quickens. "I'll pump my seed into that fucking cunt until your thighs are the same goddamn white as that guitar."

[run-of-the-milf]

Kitty Phantom and Kitty Dew making biscuits on Swiss's tummy 😍😩

[fromthepinnacle2thepit]

𝘼𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝘼𝘿𝙃𝘿! 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 hc

pairings: aether ghoul x reader

summary: these are my headcanons for how aether would be with a reader who has adhd!

warnings: descriptions of adhd overstimulation, stress, anxiety

rating: SFW, entirely fluff

authors note: so i haven’t seen much stuff about how the ghouls would be with someone who has ADHD, and as someone who has ADHD, i thought it might be nice to get some out there! and aether’s my favorite so i thought he’d be a nice start.

also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

• this ghoul’s so sweet and caring he’d get you anything you need

• if you feel the need to rant about your current hyperfixation, he’ll sit there and listen for hours, just consuming the information

• and if you need any background noise, he can provide that too, he’ll sit with you and gently play soft tunes on his guitar as you speak

• if there’s a party at the Ministry and you’re getting overstimulated, he’ll whisk you away to a quiet area where you can bask in the silence and darkness

• or if you don’t need that- he’ll put his big strong hands over your ears for as long as you need

• you guys share fidget toys, he has so much energy sometimes

• he’ll remind you to eat, get water, take care of yourself

• if you’re having trouble with chores cause of procrastinating, he’ll help! sometimes he even makes games to help, or give you a kiss with every step! he actually makes it quite fun

• if you “power off” after overstimulating situations, he’ll kinda just sit there in your room, ready to get anything if you need, trying to make sure your environment is calming

• he’s an impulsive and chaotic ghoul himself, so you’re doing something random or something that just scratches your brain right, he’ll join in!

• sometimes as a way to show his love, he’ll buy you something that has to do with your current hyperfixation. for example, if you have a one on a certain animal, he’ll buy you a plush or a work of art of that animal. if it’s of a book, he’ll buy you the next book in the series.

• though he never gives you these gifts himself

• he just leaves them on your bed

• for a while you didn’t even know who they were from- and you got a little scared-

• that is, until swiss spoiled that he saw him sneaking into your room

• you were less scared then.

authors note: should i make a part 2?? ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! (please i need requests, i beg of you)

[pyrefection]

What if, the Ministry summoned a handful of ghouls a long time ago and let them live and naturally breed in the nearby woods, since summoning is really expensive and too dangerous to do often. Sometimes the ghouls come to serve at the ministry, but that’s kind of seen like someone wanting to be a priest or sth.

Point is, what if the ghouls all still had their birth families on the surface. In a little ghoul community. A Ghommunity.

I feel like Swiss would come from a large family, always loving to take care of his little siblings but got taken advantage of by his parents to always watch over the young ones. Think Brock from the Pokémon show.

Dew has one older sister he doesn’t speak to that much, she was cruel to him as kits in the way older sisters are. Parents left off to who knows where when they were reaching maturity and havent seen them since. Dew tends to stay on Abbey grounds.

Aether has one younger brother, like, much younger. Still a kit, only born a few years ago kind of young. Omega is his older cousin, and omega went back to the forest after leaving the band.

Rain is an only child. He was raised by his two moms, (no one knows who his birth parents are. He just kind of showed up one day and they took him in.) They were kind of outcasts as a family, but they were proud of Rain when he left and they love when he visits.

Mountain… Mountain says he has a family, but he sounds sad when he speaks about them. Mountain doesn’t leave the Abbey grounds. No one asks him about it.

Cirrus has twin older siblings. Always trying to one up them, she gained a super competitive streak. Her family and Cumulus’s family grew up as close friends, so when they both Joined the Ghost Project they were inseparable

Cumulus grew up best friends with Cirrus’s older twin siblings. She hung out with Cirrus, but not until later in life right before they joined the band. Her parents were the sweetest ghouls, but would still rip anyone apart who would do their baby harm.

Sunshine is an orphan, mother died in birth and father in a hunting accident. But ghouls on the surface are more tight knit than those in hell. Down below, Sunshine would have been ripped apart. However up here, the ghouls all came together to raise her, and everyone in her village knows her and treats her as family.

[kissingghouls]

I saw your little prompt list and could I ask for 3 with Cirrus and Copia? 🥺

Yes, yes you can Anon! 💜 I haven't written anything that wasn't x reader in a long time so this was a fun change/challenge! Also I can't stop writing soft fluffy sweet? so... #3 hiding face in neck

Changing of the Seasons

Cirrus x Copia - Fluff / First Kiss drabble. no warnings.

Cirrus waits, watching raindrops roll down the windows that frame the ministry’s entrance. Maybe it’s silly or even a little vain, but she’s in no hurry to get her hair or her clothes wet before practice. There was an umbrella somewhere in her room, but she couldn’t recall where. Even if she could it was another 10 minutes there and back and she was already dangerously close to being late.

A few weeks ago it wouldn’t have mattered, but some time after tour rehearsal started a switch had flipped.

“Cirrus?”

She jumps at the sound of her name and spins around to find Copia lingering in the hallway. His gloved fingers flex and close around the small umbrella in his hands.

“Hi Papa,” she says with a faint smile.

“Is everything, eh…okie dokie?”

She nods, her cheeks heating up as he stares back at her. For a moment she considers running, just bursting through the doors and taking off over the lawn. It might be less embarrassing than admitting to herself that she has a crush on her boss. But that would eventually need an explanation and she’ll be damned if that’s how Copia finds out she thinks he’s cute.

It’s beyond embarrassing, this thing she can’t seem to shake. If it was there before it was buried so deep she’d never even considered it. He was Papa. The trouble was that Papa Emeritus IV was now single for the first time in a couple of years and, well, looking was supposed to be harmless. While preparing for the upcoming tour he had started to smile again and really what was she supposed to do with that?

He softly clears his throat and offers the umbrella to her. “You should—”

“Oh no, that’s ok. I’ll—”

“Really, I insist—”

The awkward back and forth continues as they talk over each other, too polite to make the other uncomfortable. It’s only by the grace of the Olde One that Secondo appears and pushes the two of them through the doors while shouting, “just share it!”

Cirrus stumbles over the cobblestones as Copia hurries to get the umbrella open to cover them both. She laughs nervously, making a joke about Secondo’s direct approach.

“Stronzo,” is Copia’s only reply. “I’m sorry about my brother, dolcezza.”

She shakes her head. “Ah, I’m used to him by now.”

“Sometimes we know people for a long time before we begin to see them.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” she agrees without thinking. The realization sets in and she slaps a hand over her mouth, but he covers it with an easy chuckle—that same silly “heh heh heh” sound he always makes after his own jokes.

Their steps slow just enough and Copia maneuvers himself just a touch behind the ghoulette, his arm sliding gracefully around her waist. She knows it’s only to keep them both under the umbrella, but it doesn’t stop her heart from racing in her chest. Copia smells insanely good—a scent that’s somehow soft and warm, almost like vanilla and campfires.

“I prefer cold weather,” he offers, breaking the silence on the long walk.

“Oh?”

“Oh yes,” he says with a nod. “But only to a certain degree, eh?”

Despite her best efforts the joke lands and she finds herself hiding her face against his neck so he can’t see her laughing. His shoulders shake as he chuckles into her ear, his grip tightening just a little on her waist.

“Got you,” he teases.

“No,” she argues immediately, raising her head to meet his eyes. Time freezes, just for a moment—long enough that neither realizes they’re holding their breath until their lips touch. Its brief, a gentle, almost chaste kiss followed by shy smiles and Copia fumbling the umbrella.

[ramblingoak]

Picking Out Tulips

~ Tales From Lucifer's Hollow ~

This can be directly blamed on @forlorn-crows and their encouragement for this silly story 💙

Mountain x Rain ~ this is just a random little snippet from a future fic called Petal For Your Thoughts.

Warnings: Rain being head over heels for Mountain and his freckles, sfw, about 900 words

Rain smashed into the door, groaning and immediately feeling like the biggest idiot alive.

“What’d you do?”

“Ugh, nothing.  I’m fine.”  Rain tried to swat at Mountain’s hands but the big ghoul easily pushed them away.  He couldn’t help but sigh when Mountain gently pushed some of his hair back, his fingers running along his forehead and over the small bump that was already forming.  He opened his eyes, squinting up at the tall ghoul but when he saw Mountain grinning down at him he immediately closed them again.  “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking about it though.”  He let Mountain lead him back into the bathroom, pouting when he looked in the mirror and saw the red mark on his forehead.  “This is your fault by the way.”

“My fault?  What did I do?”

Rain barely suppressed a shriek when Mountain’s big hands gripped his waist, easily lifting him up so he was sitting on the counter.  Their faces were level now and Rain couldn’t help but get lost in Mountain’s green eyes.  The little flecks of gold sparkling in the bathroom lights.  There was a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose.  They appeared again along the earth ghoul’s shoulders and even further down on his che–  

“You’re doing it again.”

“I’m literally standing here.”  

Rain huffed, doing his best to look at a point on the wall behind Mountain.  There was too much of him on display.  Too much skin and hair and horns and oh, was that his tail slipping up his le–

“I thought we agreed no,”  He gestured vaguely between them both, his frustration growing as Mountain’s smirk got bigger.  Rain groaned in defeat, leaning forward until his head was resting against Mountain’s warm chest.�� A soft ‘ow’ left him at the pressure against the bump on his head.  “You’re being too sexy.”

Mountain’s chest vibrated under his head, the ghoul apparently finding great amusement in Rain’s predicament.  When Rain leaned back with a raised eyebrow Mountain shook his head, following him back so he could press a kiss on the tip of Rain’s nose.

“I’ll try to tone it down.”  He winked, grinning when Rain sighed again.  “Seriously though, how did you hit your head?”

“I came out to ask if you had a spare toothbrush and got uh, distracted.”  Rain couldn’t help but pout when Mountain just stared at him, knowing there was more to the story.  “It was the glasses.”

“Glasses?  Wait, my reading glasses?”

“Yes, you big idiot.  You were just sitting there in bed with your stupid glasses and your stupid tulip catalog.  It was hot.  Sue me.”

“So the sight of me in glasses, picking tulip bulbs out, was too much for you huh?”  Rain nodded primly, choosing to count the freckles on Mountain’s shoulders instead of meeting his eyes.  “Well, I’ll have to warn you next time I’m going to wear them.”

“All the skin didn’t help either.”

“I like sleeping in the nude, you’re lucky I’m wearing shorts.”  

Rain fell forward again, although this time he hooked an arm around Mountain’s shoulders and pushed his nose against the earth ghoul’s neck.  He smelled so good, like the woods and moss.  Like a garden of wildflowers basking in the sun.  It took all of his self control not to slip his tongue out and taste Mountain’s skin.

“Can we go to bed now?”  Mountain didn’t answer, but he wrapped an arm around Rain’s back and then hooked his other one under the water ghoul’s knees.  He easily lifted him up off the counter and carried back into the bedroom, smiling down at Rain’s pout.  “Show off.”

He yelped when Mountain dropped him onto the bed but quickly moved under the covers, burrowing down under the warm sheet and soft quilt.  Mountain climbed in after him, sliding an arm under Rain and tugging him close.  Rain watched him reach over to the side table to grab his discarded catalog but he hesitated at the last moment and looked back towards him.

“Are you going to be ok if I put my glasses back on?”

“I hate you.  Take me home.”

“Help me pick out some tulips first.”

Rain sighed, doing his best to focus on the pictures of flowers and not his extremely attractive boyfriend.  Mountain was almost too good to be true but Rain could see himself getting used to this.  To nights snuggled up in this big bed next to his big earth ghoul.  He spread his hand along the quilt, turning from the catalog to admire the design.

“This is nice, where did you get it?”

“I made it.”

Rain couldn’t help it, he started laughing.  His whole body was shaking with it.  When he managed to look up at Mountain, he started laughing harder.  The poor ghoul look bewildered, probably wondering what the hell was wrong with him.  Rain grabbed the catalog and tossed it onto the floor as he moved to straddle him.  Mountain’s hands quickly grabbed his waist, moving under Rain’s shirt and spreading up his back.  

With delicate fingers Rain took his glasses off and set them onto the table before reaching up to bury his fingers in Mountain’s thick hair.

“Of course you did.”

Mountain’s mouth tasted like tea and toothpaste and a hundred other things Rain never wanted to forget.

Read two other snippets: here and here

Tales From Lucifer's Hollow will be an au series centering around a small town and the daily lives of the ghouls and humans that live there.

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[bloodstainedtoothpaste]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dewdrop Ghoul | Fire Ghoul/Reader Characters: Dewdrop Ghoul | Fire Ghoul, Multi Ghoul | Swiss Army Ghoul, Aether | Quintessence Ghoul Additional Tags: Mating Cycles/In Heat, Comfort, Female Reader, Fluff, sodo/dew being a whiny bitch but its ok because we stan, no beta we die like men Series: Part 2 of Ghouls and More Summary:

Comforting Dew/Sodo.

[her-satanic-wiles]

Months after your first encounter with Dewdrop's demonic form, you convinced your lover to let a second hunt begin. But, in the shadow of night, who is truly hunting whom?

Pairing: Dewdrop x Transmasc!Reader

Coming 3rd of April!

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[spoiledleaff]

but i love you (i love you). ✿ amaryllis + mountain/swiss.

— a commission for @chi-among-the-stars! this was another challenge for me, but definitely a fun challenge nonetheless, haha! ♡

wc ; 5k words.

cw ; explicit ✿ light dom/sub dynamics, minor costume play, heat cycles, knotting, daddy/sir dynamics, face sitting, they’re in love guys.

[ ao3 link here. ]

✿ Swiss’ tongue darts out to lick his lower lip, his fingers walking up the length of Amaryllis’ thighs until those dangerous claws are playing with the edge of her skirt, and-

Oh. It’s… it’s bunched up a bit higher than what might be considered… decent-

“Oh, baby…” Swiss purrs but the sound rattles like a growl through Amaryllis’ skull, her thighs trying to instinctively squeeze tight despite the large ghoul laid out between them. “Thought you said it wasn’t my birthday?”

[ photo is courtesy of mike savoia; savoia photography. ]

[run-of-the-milf]

I've never really been into the whole cuckold thing but - Dew and Rain fucking Phantom and making Swiss watch??? 👀 helloooo 😵‍💫

[sarahhudgins]

I have an idea for a weird Ghost fic thanks to a post (that I can no longer find) about ghouls laying eggs and my own experience with broody hens...

This may be the weirdest thing I ever write.