#the band ghost ficlet

[divine-misfortune]

perhaps 45 with omega/alpha, if that sounds interesting?

A kiss out of anger from this prompt list.

Btw toxic old man yaoi art by @aweisz if you even care (thank you so much)

Bracing himself only did so much. It didn’t stop him from choking on the wave of dry heat that assaulted him when he opened the door. Omega dutifully swallowed a mouthful of scalding cinder and gripped the doorknob a little tighter, eyes tracking the scorched path Alpha had paced along the length of his room. It would take several hours to polish his anger from the floorboards but he knew no amount of waxing and shining would remove the traces of ash from the wood. Just another scar. 

Omega stepped over the threshold. Willingly entered the cage with the spitting, raging demon and closed the door behind him.

Alpha’s eyes were fixed on the floor, hunched over himself. His arms were folded behind his back, clasping his wrist in one hand while the other repeatedly curled in and out of a fist. Omega ran his tongue over the back of his teeth, finding himself subconsciously mimicking his posture with a well trained rigidity. Steel spined, shoulders squared, hands folded neatly. There was a practiced sense of pride that he couldn’t give up, even now, even when he should be curling in on himself in shame. 

“Understand?” He interrupted, sparks sputtering from between his teeth. Restrained anger that Omega didn’t deserve the kindness of. “Where the fuck do you get off taking matters into your own hands like this? You have no right to speak on my behalf, to call me and my capability into question, no fucking right Meg!” 

“Alpha,” Omega began without knowing where he was going. If there was even a point to opening his mouth he had yet to find it. He debated a step forward but his body refused to budge and carry him closer to the fire ghoul.  “You have to understand-”

“I’m not questioning your capability,” he tried to start again, nails digging into his palm behind his back as he tried to gather himself. Beyond scattered, he found himself grasping blindly for the right wording - searching for the sincerity Alpha deserved but his shallow inhale left too much of a pregnant pause that Alpha took as a chance to continue spitting. 

“Oh but you did, you did the second you breathed a word of retirement to clergy. They’re all looking at me differently, like I’m useless. You seem to think I can’t do my fucking job, so what is it?” The question comes out serrated, sharp and ripping through him. “What’s this really about?” 

Alpha finally looked at him. Crimson eyes gone dull, the raging fire he’d fallen in love with had burned down to low embers and the guilt jabs him in the gut. 

Smoke billowed from the corners of his snarl and Omega found himself grateful for the awful heat filling the room, like the judgmental fires of hell were finally catching up to him. He hoped he burned, at the hands of Alpha or unholy retribution. Perhaps it was a deserved punishment in the end, his unwelcomed overstepping finally leading him to the cliff's edge. 

“I’m worried about you.”

Closer now, Omega noticed the twitch of discomfort in Alpha’s face as he stepped forward again. The way his body moved was jerky for a passing second like he was flinching from his own weight on his right leg. Another stab, higher, a knife between his ribs. Closer now, Alpha had never felt further away from him. Despite being in arms reach, there were miles between them. 

“Worried about me? You're worried about me?”

“You can't expect me to just sit and watch you-” 

“Be honest, this is about Terzo isn't it?”

“Alpha.” 

“No, no. It makes sense, it makes a lot of fucking sense when you think about it.” He's close, close enough Omega can feel the heat of his shaky breathing. “You don't think I'm good enough to stand by him anymore, do you? Do I tarnish your humans shiny appearance? Shouldn't surprise me that his image matters more to you-” 

“For the love of everything unholy. Alpha, no. Would you just listen to me?” 

“Oh yes, yes, of course I should listen. Omega knows best.” He threw his hands up with a laugh of disbelief. Omega couldn't stop his face from screwing up in irritation. “I don't know why I’m wasting my breath here, it’s clear you don’t care about me or a word I say.” 

The accusation knocked the wind from his sails, impeccable posture beginning to sag. First in the shoulders and then his arms fell back to his sides, hands curling into fists to hide the shake to them. Alpha scoffed as the quintessence ghoul opened his mouth to argue but couldn’t seem to find the words. Dismissive. He looked tired, years of being beaten into submission and pushing well past his limits taking their toll. Ice crept into his veins, a chilled numbness spreading from the tips of his fingers to his core - he couldn’t place if it was guilt or his own particular brand of rage. 

Alpha began to stalk past him, floorboards squeaking shrilly under his step like nails on a chalkboard. He grit his teeth, jaw creaking in kind as he turned and grabbed the other ghoul by the arm. There came the beginnings of a growl but Omega knew it was all bark, that there would never have been a real bite behind it, so he pushed. He pushed Alpha the few steps backwards till his back hit the door too hard, and he’d apologize later, but he chased the nerve he’d managed to scrounge up.

His skin was scalding as Omega grabbed his face roughly, surging forward to mold his mouth to Alpha’s before he could bite off another sharp word. The fire ghoul made a choked off sound of surprise, head thumping against the wood. His lips were rough, overly worried raw by well filed fangs, and Omega ached somewhere in his ribs at the familiarity. Months, it had been months since he'd felt Alpha against him and he hadn’t realized how much he missed it. Missed him. 

Tobacco and communion wine. Omega was sure Alpha had stolen it from the chapel and downed the bottle in an attempt to quell his anger but it hardly seemed to do the trick given where they found themselves. 

He braced a hand against Omega’s broad chest, not exactly pushing him away, it felt like another vye for physical contact. A quiet admission of how much Alpha missed this all the same. One kiss hardly felt like enough to convey himself, but as he flicked his tongue over the seam of his lips and Alpha reluctantly let him in, it felt like a start. The best he could do so suddenly. 

Slipping into his mouth, Alpha groaned lowly and leaned fully against the closed door, curling his fingers into the front of the other ghoul’s uniform to drag him all that much closer. Flames seemingly extinguished, the heat beneath his palms began to ebb back to a comfortable warmth and Omega let up a bit, opting to cradle his face instead of grab. Offer him a touch of tenderness, it was the least he could do. 

That clever forked tongue forced past his teeth and sought to lick the soured ash from his mouth. 

It was a moment he wished they could stay suspended in forever, reminiscent of their younger days where every spare moment they could steal together was passion fueled and driven by sparks. Alpha’s warm breath tickled against his cheek with every pleasured sigh, neither of them managing to quiet a single grateful sound. 

He started to pull back, managing an inch before changing his mind. Pressing forward for another far more chaste kiss, hating the idea of it ever truly ending. 

“Alpha…” The quintessence ghoul started, stroking a thumb over the cut of his cheek, eyes flicking from his spit shined lips to his almost glassy eyes. They refocused a bit more with every sluggish blink. “Alpha, love, I’ve never doubted you or your ability to perform for a minute, but I worry about how hard you push yourself.” 

He found himself frowning despite the previous giddy flutter of his heart. 

“You might be immortal, but your vessel is not.” Omega smoothed his hands down Alpha’s front, pausing over his chest to just feel his pulse and the labored breaths he took. “You’re not a young ghoul anymore, and I know you don’t want to admit it…So I admitted it for you. I know it wasn’t my place but I couldn’t sit and watch you work yourself to the bone.” 

“Megs,” Alpha sighed, brow furrowing. “Why didn’t you talk to me?” 

“Because I know you, and I know you’d never go quietly.” He chuckled though there was no real humor there, tinged by something sad. “We only have so much time left on the surface, and the idea of not spending the rest of it with you at my side is agonizing. I just wanted you to come back to me and not worry about you leaving again, always coming back in worse shape than you left in…You’re making me go gray from all the worrying I have to do.” 

It was Alpha’s turn to laugh. A sort of snort, actually amused unlike his previous attempt. Omega tipped his forehead against his, wanting to melt into him and his comforting warmth. 

“I’m sorry, my light. I would never do something like this to slight you, you know that, right?”

“...Yeah, yeah I do.” 

[rrriver]

Swisstom sloppy fuck?

Cw: daddy kink, lingerie, phantom is intersex here so cock and cunt are used (thank @amara-among-the-stars ) , desperation, it's porn guys what do you expect

Wc: 1,354 because I have a problem

"Cariño" is Spanish for darling or dear, it can also be shortened to cari

"You okay in there?"

He can hear the quint ghoul shuffling around in the bathroom, the smell of anxiety and desire mingling into something divine. He waits for a response as he leans back against his hands, his legs hanging off the edge of the bed. He stares at the ceiling, wondering what's waiting for him behind that door. Phantom had found him in the library, had pushed himself up against the multi ghoul while he tried to convince him his chores could wait, that he had a surprise. That was nearly 20 minutes ago.

"Y-yeah, just....Swiss?

"Yeah?"

The shake in his voice is endearing, how shy he is, how eager he is for approval.

"Can you just keep your eyes closed? Please?"

Swiss smiles to himself, shutting his eyes as he shakes his head.

"Okay, they're closed. Now are you gonna keep hiding in there?"

He waits, listening for movement, anything really.

Phantom takes a deep breath as he steadies himself, doing a once over in the mirror before turning to the door. Dew had said this was a part of the fun, the anxiety. But right now all he can think of is if it's too late to back out, to send swiss away and forget it ever happened. It's irrational, really, he spent so much time with Dew, trying to find the perfect set, the perfect color, the perfect measurements. Besides, if he backs out now he'll never hear the end of it.

So he opens the door, taking cautious steps towards the bed.

"Can I look now?"

Phantom hates that his smile holds so much power over him, that the crooked little grin sets his blood ablaze and adrenaline chasing the sweat down his back. He sure Swiss can hear his heart beat, he can feel it in his throat as it is.

"No. Not yet."

He climbs into the Multi"s lap, pulling his hands so they rest against the fabric on his waist. He takes his time pressing his lips against Swiss' jaw, placing a kiss against the corner of his mouth, over his cheekbones. He feels the calloused fingers toying with the straps, slipping under them as he rubs his thumbs against his skin.

"Mmmmm can I look now?"

They're fully whispering now, as if anything above barley audible will ruin the magic.

"No."

He moves to mouth along the lean column of the multus neck, sucking marks into his skin to show he was here. Swiss tilts his head, baring his neck for easier access as he lets his hands wander, letting his mind wander. What color? Pink maybe, perhaps a shade of purple to match the heat in his cheeks. He knows dew would think of the details like that. Phantom tangles his fingers in the older ghouls' ornate locks, rolling one of the many clasps between his fingers as he gives a tentative roll of his hips, testing the waters and earning a stilted groan in return.

"Do you like it?"

His warm breath ghosts over his collarbone, sending a shiver up his spine as he matches each hip roll with one of his own.

"Like it? I can't even see it."

Phantom giggles, leaning into the mystery as he guides Swiss' hand up his sternum, over the cup of the bralette.

"It's yellow."

He rumbles against the shell of his ear, nipping lightly when he chuckles.

He traces over an embroidered flower, leaning down to pepper kisses of his own against the younger ghouls shoulder.

"Not the color I'd have guessed."

"Would you have preferred pink?"

To be quite honest, Swiss can't bring himself to care with the way his pants are filling, not with the way his mouth floods in anticipation. Especially not with the wet spot he can feel seeping through his jeans.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure, you'll have to let me see."

He thinks about it, chewing his lip as he studies the multi's face.

"Okay."

He groans when he finally gets to see the sunflower yellow sitting in stark contrast against the quints lilac skin, how it makes his blush stand out in ways he never knew were possible. He looks him up and down, growling at the thin mesh fabric that barely covers his leaking cock.

"Fuck you're so hot."

He leans in, catching Phantom in a kiss much rougher than before, the desperation practically dripping from his teeth as he licks into his mouth, his hips stuttering with need. He picks him up and tosses him on the bed, crawling over him as he struggles to get his pants off.

Phantom gasps when he lands on his back, Swiss looming over him as he slots himself between his legs.

“Off….take it off.”

He wines against His lips as he tries to push his shirt up, desperate for the feel of Swiss’ warm skin against his own, desperate for more even though they've barely begun.

“Hold on, I'm getting there.”

He laughs when Phantom whines in response, still tugging at the cotton as he pulls him into another kiss. Swiss pulls back, ripping his shirt off and throwing it behind him, his jeans not far behind as he eyes Phantom's cunt. His slick is seeping through the mash already, dripping down onto the bed and it makes Swiss hungry. He watches as the quint spreads his legs a bit further, arching his back to give a better view.

He shimmies himself down the bed, mouthing along the smaller ghouls chest, his stomach, over his hips before he darts his tongue out to kitten lick at Phantom's cock, groaning at the taste.

“Fuck please,”

He thumbs over his entrance, still suckling at him through the skimpy thong.

“Please what?”

Phantom throws his head back against the mattress and all but wails out a “Please daddy,”

It takes Swiss by surprise, expecting anything but that and he has to reach down to squeeze the base of his cock to not blow right then and there.

“Say it again.”

He growls more than he says it, demanding more than asking. He knows it's a dangerous game to play, but he's never heard the quint say something like that and he knows this will live in his mind for years to come.

“Please, daddy please fuck me….need it, I need you.”

Swiss pushes the pretty yellow panties aside and buries his face in Phantom's cunt, wrapping his fingers around his weeping cock as he drinks him in like it's his last meal. His wails echo around the room, dancing through Swiss’ ears like opera music and he thinks he could live here. Could stop time and stay here for the rest of his life, he doesn't need anything else. He would happily drown himself in his mates slick if allowed.

He grinds his own hips against the bed, chasing any kind of relief he can get. He moans when he feels the silky muscles contract around his tongue, trying to suck him in even further, trying to keep him there. When he looks at Phantom through his lashes, wishing he could have the image as a mural in his room. His hair is plastered against his forehead with sweat, drool starting to slip from the corner of his mouth as his eyes roll back, showing only slivers of his obsidian irises.

“Gonna cum for me? Yeah that's it, show me, let me see you fall apart.”

He twists his wrist once, twice, a third time before Phantom keens, no doubt seeing stars against a hazy background.

He whines when Swiss let's go, reaching his clammy hands out to pull him back.

“No, more fuck I need more.”

Swiss leans over him, smiling at the tears starting to form.

I wonder how much more there'll be.

“Who said I was done with you yet, Cariño?”

He pushes the damp hair from his eyes, ducking down to lap up the salt water.

He pushes in with one quick movement, and the noise that falls from the quints lips will haunt him for the rest of his days.

“We're just getting started.”

[gasolineghuleh]

Heated Pleasure

Commission from the lovely @monstercumhrt! Thank you dearest!

You, Swiss and Rain have been in a poly relationship for ages now-- you're well established partners in the Clergy... and so are their heat cycles, which often fall one after the other. When it's Rain's turn, you find yourself receiving a text invitation.

Pairing: Swiss/afab reader/Rain Polycule Word Count: 6.5k Tags: biting, choking, knotting, heat, threesome, cum eating, female oral, claws, animalistic Ghouls cw worthy tags are bolded for ease

Rain is in heat. You know this, because he's been leaving you very detailed messages about it-- texts flood your phone with the various descriptive desires of one of your Ghouls, and you would be lying to yourself if you said you weren't secretly expecting a note to show up at your door, calling you to the dens that they share. Still, though, these texts feel more explicit than usual. Your heart pumps with adrenaline as you read through the salacious messages again. How he can't stop thinking about how your mouth feels around his cock. How he wants to bury himself in you until you're overflowing with his cum-- most of it could be misconstrued as normal horny-posting from any Ghoul with a cell phone, until one specific message.

The message that got you, made you gasp and clench your thighs together, was the one where he mentioned he has a right mind to breed you. You've always thought that Ghouls were sterile, but you guess not, and now you're more than a bit curious. So you've been keeping your schedule open. Just in case he calls, of course. You itch and ache for them both, and it likely won't get any better until you have a searing hot cock inside of at least one of your holes.

You feel a slight vibration in your pocket and pull out your phone. Perfect timing-- it's Swiss. He's sent you a text that says, "Come over." He isn't usually this short and to the point, and something about the text grabs at your gut in a way that tells you you're about to get what you want. You look at the time. It's almost midnight, and you aren't likely to get any sleep tonight unless you sate the yearning between your thighs. You sigh and shrug. Better now than later or tomorrow, you think. You grab your keys and wallet and lock the door behind you, shutting it quietly enough to keep the other Sibling's slumber uninterrupted. You head out into the night, traipsing quickly down the steep stone stairs leading from the dormitories to the lobby of the Abbey.

The large statue of the Baphomet sits hunkered down in the center of the lobby, large ruby eyes glistening wetly in the light from the braziers on the wall. You take a moment to uncross yourself, kissing your rosary in front of the statue and offering silent reverence for the absolute plowing you know you're about to receive-- who are you kidding, any pleasure *this* sinful has to have come from the Dark Lord himself. They don't call it a 'devil's threeway' for nothing, after all. 

You shake the spider webbing thoughts from the corners of your mind and hunker down by the side of the statue dais, locating the large black iron ring that serves as a door handle. The trapdoor swings up towards you with ease, silent on well-greased hinges. The path leading down is a bit darker than you would like and you feel your hackles rise slightly. Your breathing quickens and you fumble for the handrail, fingers finally wrapping around cool wrought-iron after blind flailing for a few moments. You know they probably can hear your heart pounding in your chest, but it's just Swiss and Rain waiting for your arrival down there, right? No need to be scared. 

For you, at least. 

The tunnels wind past the prison and stop cell blocks for the Siblings who've been cast aside by the Church, whether through discipline or willingness, and don't know that they're essentially living sacrifices. You feel sorry for them, but then again, they had to be the worst Siblings. Even for Papas, torture, or even death, tends to be undesirable. You shudder slightly as you remember the former Papa Emeritus the Third, whose reign in the church ended violently. They say if you can survive the dungeons under the Abbey, no infernal entity will ever frighten you again. Rumor has it that Earth has had new Siblings in the past, although you haven't seen any, except for the acolytes.

A chill rushes past you and you feel ice in your fingertips. Is it your own nerves getting the better of you, or are the stones breathing with your arrival? You manage to shake off the grip of fear that threatens to turn your innards to liquid, and slink your way down the stairs. Sconces alight on the walls as you descend, past the door that marks the cells and into the dens of the Ghouls.

It's cozier here than you expected; even the ceilings are decorated with chandeliers, and the walls are framed with archways that give you the feeling of being inside a grand space while still reminding you that you're underground. There are plush cushions and other various fabrics strewn about the floor, surrounding a low lying platform in the middle of the room. The other Ghouls lounge and play about on various instruments as you make your way down the stairs, finishing the last step. Their eyes are alight as their gaze locks onto yours, illuminated almost eerily in the dance of the flames that lick up the sconces on the walls. Some are draped half over the edge of the platform, some entangled with one another, while others look inviting to sit upon.

One of the Ghouls catches your eye, slanted smile painted on their smarmy face. You can't tell if it's a Ghoul or a Ghoulette, but their eyes scream of sex and the flick of their tail suggests that they find you attractive enough to consider it. You smile and catch yourself, quickly averting your eyes towards the corridor and jerking your chin slightly.

"Are Rain and Swiss down there?" you ask. The Ghoul looks disappointed briefly before wiping it from their face and taking on a flirty and airy look instead. They wave their fingers in the direction of the hallway before tucking their hand back under their chin. 

"Down there, sweet skin. Unless you'd rather spend the night with me instead." The Ghoul's forked tongue comes out to flick towards you quickly. "Bet I could make you smile, hm?" You huff out a surprised laugh and feel heat creeping up your face, no doubt visible to the Ghoul with their vision. 

"I have a- uh- arrangement," you stammer out, jerking your thumb lamely in the direction they indicated. Their eyebrow cocks up and you feel your blush deepen. "Prior! We, uh- made it." 

They shrug and run their long, forked tongue over the side of their teeth. "Tis your loss, pretty one. Come find me sometime, and bring the Ghouls. I'm always amenable to a plaything or two." Their tail flicks in amusement and you shiver; your thighs are wet now, as if the Ghoul has convinced your own nether bits that you want it to happen without conscious thought.

You stutter out an "Okay" before turning and walking in the direction of the Ghouls' rooms. Your mind plays the scenario in quick, flashy snippets: Fingers-turned-tongues explore the interior and exterior of your already-soaked sex in the dim but flickering light from the candles mounted on the wall. Another shake of your head to dispel the thoughts and you're moving swiftly, striding through the curved hallway until you find a bedroom with an open door. Peeking through it you see Swiss on a bed that's been pushed up against the wall, his back pressed to the stone and a guitar in his hands. He's strumming lazily, his eyes closed and face tilted towards the low ceiling. His mouth isn't moving but you can hear him humming something, and you stand by the door and watch him silently until he opens his eyes. He doesn't miss a beat, gesturing lazily to his side and not stopping what he's doing.

You kick off your shoes into the corner of the room and join him on the bed, hopping up with ease. Swiss watches you as you do, his hands still moving lithely over the strings of the guitar. You run a hand over his thigh, admiring his skin against yours. He moves a hand to adjust his mask and you feel your chest get tight, like it does every time you look at him. You reach out and feel your hand caress the leather portions of the mask over his cheek and he looks down and chuckles quietly, his ears turning red.

"Missed me, huh?" he teases, setting his instrument aside on the edge of the bed.

"When have I ever not?" you reply breathlessly. He runs a hand through your short hair as he pulls you closer, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. You grab the tops of his biceps and restrain yourself from letting your kiss go deeper; after all, the longer you wait, the more it will excite the both of you... and there's still neither hide nor hair of Rain. Swiss' hands glide from your neck to your waist, drawing you closer with a possessive tug and a growl. The rumble causes heat to flare in your core and you gasp lightly, breaking the kiss and licking your lips. His hand comes up to grip the back of his mask, tugging at the strings that hold it together and allowing it to fall to the floor.

He's beautiful like this-- face slightly flushed with the beginnings of arousal and eyes glinting amber with a twinge of mischief behind them. His fanged teeth poke out just slightly from the corners of his mouth, which are tilted up into a perfect smile. Swiss leans back, giving you a better look at him, one eyebrow cocking Heavenward in a display of cockiness. He knows he's gorgeous, and better yet, he knows that you know. When he tosses his hair behind his shoulder you smile; his beauty still takes your breath away, even a whole relationship and years later.

"Like what you see, don't you?" he says, cockiness on full display. Swiss pumps his hips a little, rolling his pelvis in a way that makes you hungry for him. 

"As if I haven't been very vocal about that in the past," you laugh, making a move to push his shoulder in jest. Instead, Swiss grabs your wrist in a smooth motion, fingers curling around you enough to feel his claws against your skin. You gasp before laughing, reaching for him with the arm, which he quickly grabs as well, trapping it against his chest. "You gonna let me go or not, big man?"

"Never. You belong to us." 

Swiss tugs you back against him with a growl of ownership and your faces mash together, teeth and lips and tongues the perfect recipe for hunger building between your legs. He's all hard angles and planes and heat under your fingers, the long, rippling muscles under his smooth skin easily accessible for you to explore. You drag your fingertips over his skin and hear his breath hitch, his hips rolling up against you. He breathes hot against your mouth and the skin of your face feels electric with desire. Rain is likely to feel it before he even enters the room; you pull back and touch your cheeks with your fingers and smirk, lips brushing lightly over the shell of his ear.

"I'm turning beet red already," you say quietly, allowing your heated breath to warm his neck. You hear his sharp intake of breath at the sound of your voice and feel yourself involuntarily clench your thighs at the look of pure lust in his eyes as he looks back at you. He smells earthy, almost sweet, with a hint of musk; it reminds you of autumn nights spent lying awake, anticipating the flurry of activity that came with Samhain, the harvest feasts and the endless rounds of fucking in celebration of the season.

Swiss licks his lips before capturing them between his teeth, sucking them and looking contemplative as you feel the brush of something across your thighs. You look down and realize his tail has snuck up to wrap around one of them, and it squeezes lightly before smoothing over the skin. The spade head of his tail sneaks slowly up your leg, teasing at the edge of your habit before sweeping back down, caressing you gently. When you tilt your eyebrow at him, his sly smile cracks into a cocksure grin, pupils blown black in lust already.

"Maybe we could get started while we wait for Rain?" he suggests, his tail slipping further this time and sliding underneath your dress. You lean back enough to scan his body-- smooth and sculpted under his unbuttoned blouse. The planes of his chest are all hard muscle and coarse hair, rising and falling with his breaths. The side panels of his shirt rest on either side of him and you can't help the tingle that settles between your thighs when your eyes slide over the trail of hair that leads down from his navel. There's a twitch at the junction of his hip, a long stripe of flesh flitting in and out of sight; he definitely just jumped, or at least, part of him did.

"At the very least," you reply breathlessly, hiking your dress up over your hips, "this may keep your attention until he gets here." Before the words leave your lips Swiss is on you again, flipping you swiftly until you're beneath him. He brackets your waist with his thighs, holding you down so you can't move and settling his crotch firmly against yours. There's a small wet spot under his bulge in his pants and you feel yourself clench from the thought of being the source of his precum.

Swiss presses against you, sandwiching you between the mattress and himself. His cock throbs against your cunt and your attention narrows to that single point of contact. You stifle a moan when he thrusts his hips slowly against your core, smearing the wet spot from your underwear to his pants and causing another rush of warmth to suffuse your cheeks, leaving them blazing red with arousal and embarrassment.

Your first, deep inhale yields the scent of incense that permeates the lower level, combined with something fresh, clean, and purely him, deep from within-- could it be pheromones? Was Swiss in heat too? Warmth pours off him onto you and makes your head fuzzy, your hands automatically reach to wrap around his biceps and hold him in place, back arched, hips unable to move. You struggle in vain to get some kind of leverage but he has you locked down in this position.

He puts his teeth on your neck and bites lightly, not enough to break the skin, but enough to let you know that he's the one in power here-- just in case you had any lingering thoughts of denial or escape. His fangs just barely pop through the skin and you gasp loudly enough for him to pull back, eyes narrowed quizzically. 

"You want the Ghoul or not, baby?" he asks, deliberately pushing his hips against your cunt again. It's been ages since you've allowed either of the boys to bite you, bringing blood, but you're not directly opposed to it. You flush again and reach up behind Swiss' head, dragging him back down against you and pulling his head against your neck. His lips curl into a smile against the soft skin of your throat before he bites you again, forked tongue lapping gently against the small wounds.

The sensation travels to your core as if electric, sending jolts of liquid fire through you to the exact spot where the rounded head of his cock rubs firmly against your slit, soaking your underwear and likely his pants in the process. He growls lightly against the now-marked flesh of your neck and you moan breathily. Blood rolls gently from the slight punctures at a speed quick enough to start pooling under your skin and he laps at the wounds again before finally getting to his feet. You follow him upright, vision slightly fuzzy and head filled with fuzzy cotton batting as you sway on your knees.

Swiss' hands snap out, holding your shoulders steady with his palms flat. You wobble on the bed and his grip changes, sliding his hands up the sides of your neck until he can rest his palms against either side of your windpipe-- one delicate squeeze and it would all be over. 

But he doesn't.

Rain appears in the doorway, wordlessly kicking the door shut behind him and sweeping his jacket off of his shoulders in the same motion. His eyes find yours and you watch as he flicks back and forth between Swiss and you, trapped underneath him. Rain's mouth gapes for a second before he regains his composure and grins, stepping further into the room and unbuttoning his shirt, letting the side panels fall free to expose his chest and stomach. His lean and lithe body has always been a point of attraction for you, and he more than likely knows the effect that the simple motion has on you. 

"I see you've gotten started without me, aye? Is that fair, when I'm the one who called for it and the one who needs a good rutting?" he asks, his voice good natured. Rain works at his belt and removes it, looping it easily with a soft noise and dropping it back at his feet. He does the same with his pants and slides them down his legs, standing before you now in nothing but his underclothes, slightly more modest than yours, which are almost completely transparent with your arousal. Rain's eyes scan over your legs before he reaches down to take his cock in his hand, rubbing the palm of his other hand firmly over the tip and palming the exposed head. He makes eye contact with you, hooded and dripping with lust, and for a second you wonder if he's got that water magic thing going on that the Nephilim have or if he's just unbelievably turned on.

Swiss growls slightly, rolling the two of you with ease until you're straddling his hips, cunt pressed against the bulge in his pants. The thought of grinding yourself down against him is tempting, but passes almost as soon as you feel Rain behind you, his hands moving down your back to cup your ass appreciatively. He grinds himself between your cheeks and groans loudly, reaching down between you to yank off his underclothes. You drop your head and put your palms down on Swiss' chest, your blunt fingernails making small indents into his skin. Rain claws at the elastic band of your underwear, tugging them down roughly until you hear the seams start to fray. 

"Say please," you practically whisper with a wink that only Swiss can see, reaching behind you to wrap a hand loosely around his throbbing length. One of Rain's hands spreads the cheeks of your ass while the other moves between them, slicking your own juices, now mixed with his, over your tight hole before sliding two fingers inside of you. You clench hard around the feeling and tighten your grip around him, twisting your hand lightly to stroke him. He groans in pleasure, already strung tighter than a drum and quivering at the need, the urgent and ever present need, to cum. Rain's fingers scissor you open slowly and he leans forward enough to rake his tongue across your shoulders and neck, the long, forked end leaving a cooling trail of spit on your arousal heated flesh. His claws prickle against your skin before sinking in slightly and you raise your ass further, giving him a better angle to finger you.

Swiss leans forward, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin of your neck and inhaling. His cock twitches where it presses against your belly, and you can practically feel it pulsing in time with his heartbeats. His mouth drops open slightly as he smells again, fixated on the spot where your shoulder meets your neck. The animalistic action sends a surge of panic to your brain that your body interprets as arousal, a thought that will likely only occur to you once the danger has passed and you're alone in your bed. You rock your hips against Swiss and Rain, the slight amount of movement enough to make both men groan audibly.

The pressure of Rain's cock withdraws and you feel it head first against your aching cunt. He grabs your hips and tugs you against his chest, pulling you into him at a sudden and unsuspecting pace. Rain pushes in easily and settles his hips flush with your ass with a long groan, claws finding purchase against your hips again and holding you in place. You flex your walls slightly and let yourself adjust to his heat, full and heavy and settled inside of you. Already, there's the swelling of a knot where his cock meets his slender hips and the thought goes directly to your clit. He's only knotted you once or twice before, but the feeling was enough to make you crave it every time he mentions his heat cycle.

One of your hands wanders south, reaching for Swiss' cock and spreading a bit of precum from the head over the remaining length before teasing him again-- it's swollen and purple, and you ache to feel it inside of your mouth, but the pleasure of Rain's cock is far too much to want to move. Rain snarls from behind you almost as if he's read your mind and slams his hips against yours, his knot pushing at the tight ring of muscle and threatening to split you in two. You give Swiss one last look before bucking your hips, grinding up and against him the best you can from your position. Rain moans as you take his knot halfway before relaxing and wiggling your hips from side to side until he's slid inside you, and he growls something you think is swearing as you fully seat him. Rain's dick is longer than Swiss' and always leaves you gasping at the feeling of being crammed, full enough to hurt and spread open at every point.

"Sathanas, Rain," you gasp, each shuddering breath inward only serving to remind you just how much of him is inside of you. "You couldn't wait?" His sharp exhalation, part laugh and part relief, are all you hear from behind you. Rain's nose trails along your shoulder, warming the fabric of your habit. His other hand has found the junction between your thigh and your side, squeezing possessively as his cock throbs inside of you. He must be aching, straining not to push any further against your walls and the tension keeping his knot out of your body for the moment.

"Been too long," Rain replies simply, his grip tightening as if to make his point. He pushes himself closer to you, teeth resting against the soft skin of your neck as the claws of his free hand sink into your hip again. The bite of pain is welcome, the dull throb in tandem with his pulse as his cock continues to threaten and push outward at the places you're bound to ache after tonight. You reach a hand out and grasp at Swiss' as Rain exhales another shaky, shuddering, trembling moan and begins to rock his hips back and forth. Swiss' fingers entangle themselves with yours as your lips meet, his teeth biting gently on your lower lip.

There's the loud, rhythmic noise of flesh against flesh, Rain and your thighs each hitting you from either side, causing your entire frame to jump. Balls land heavily against the curve of your ass, thick with seed and desperate to empty inside of you. This is the life, and you are the mate, and tonight you are the receptacle of everything he can give, all his pent up energy and desire in this single rutting season. You imagine his eyes fluttering, eyes rolling back inside his head as he closes them to shut out the rest of the world and the task at hand.

Swiss' cock twitches in your hand and you stroke him again, the momentary lapse in concentration making his lips curl into a smile against yours. When he leans forward to kiss you harder, Rain grips your hair in a free hand, tugging you back against him instead and breaking the kiss between you and Swiss. "Give me time," he growls down at Swiss, who puts his hands up simply and leans back on the bed, content to let you grind on him and watch the show. Rain, in heat, clearly feels the need to dominate the situation for the time being.

Swiss rests up on his elbows, giving you a better view of his body and using the freedom to tilt his head slightly. His eyes, normally light and jovial, now seem as if they're burning holes into your body where they gaze, and you are hyper aware of him tracing out a circle around where your body connects with Rain's. His claw trails lightly over the delicate nub of your clit and you gasp, your cunt tightening around Rain's knot, sending shivers up your spine. Your thighs tremble with the effort of holding yourself in position and Rain, noticing your discomfort, eases you down onto Swiss' waiting chest, allowing you to relax and let it push deeper inside of you.

Sucking in a breath through your teeth you look up at Swiss again, whose mouth stretches wide and curved at the corners with the hint of a smile. "Should I-" you start, cut off suddenly by the sharp and near violent sensation of Rain thrusting deeply into you, stretching you to your very limits as he grunts in pleasure. He bends at the waist over you, one hand slipping around you, low at your hips to drag you sharply against him and drive you in further and deeper than before. One of his long fingers dances around your clit as he drives into you, his cock filling you and pressing against the exact spot that you need him. 

"God, Rain, you- need- to- be- careful- or I'll-" you cut yourself off, your words punctuated by his thrusts as he grows more and more desperate. With a barely contained shriek you cum, your cunt tightening on Rain's cock as pleasure wracks your body. Swiss moves his hips underneath you, urging you on with profanity laced dirty talk. The bulge of his cock presses against your thigh and he pulses it in time with his hip movements.

Your words lose their way, scattered in between sharp breaths and twitches of your hips. Everything is heightened: The warmth of Rain's cum filling you while your breasts brush lightly against Swiss' hard chest, the sound of skin against skin and quiet pants, his subtle but unyielding musk overpowering your senses. Overwhelming, almost, and your body reacts to the tension in the pit of your abdomen and in Rain's. Your shoulder burns where Rain has already sunk his teeth into you once this evening, a rush of blood welling and leaking in crimson beads that travel further and further as Rain tightens his grip, thrusting unevenly into you. His breath catches in his throat and his knot expands just enough for a sharp and almost painful thrust, prompting a sharp hiss as you cry out. You feel the sensation of fullness in your belly and cunt as he finishes, emptying himself inside you with a shuddering and grating exhale that borders on a sob. His body trembles around you, almost in tandem with yours, shaking from the tension and exertion.

When his hips stop moving his teeth relax in your flesh, pulling free with a popping sensation and know he's definitely broken skin this time. His tongue laps gently at the bite, a soft noise coming from him that could have been mistaken as a whimper were it not coming from someone of Rain's nature. The pressure of him is immense inside of you, a deep and profound sensation that sends aftershocks through your entire body. Swiss' hands rub gently along your sides, encouraging you with soothing and soft words as you come down. Behind you Rain breathes heavily, his breaths of exertion hot against your sweat cooled skin. Now that you're coming down you feel the ache beginning in your core, and you shift slightly on Swiss' lap. 

"Uncomfortable, dove?" Rain asks softly, lips starting to pepper the nape of your neck with kisses and nips. His claws still rest on your hips, gently rubbing the soft skin and raising goosebumps in their wake. Your breathing hitches again when the motion of his fingers drags the sensitive nerves and sends more shivers down your spine. His knot slowly recedes and a throbbing ache begins to take its place. Rain chuckles, low in his chest, and you can feel it in your body as if he's taken hold of your ribcage. He hums contentedly, and the rumble sends tingles of pleasure up your spine and a pulsing throb from your clit. "Swiss will take care of that. I've got to grab a smoke."

The weight of Rain on your back disappears, the shift causing you to wince at the slight adjustment as you roll off Swiss onto your side. Your cunt aches with the loss of Rain's knot and you can feel your muscles beginning to tighten with the activity. Swiss stands and stretches, popping his shoulders before he leans down over you, kissing your stomach. "Let me take care of you, now," he mumbles against your skin, facial hair prickling you softly.

"Mm," you manage to get out, scooting across the bed slightly when he motions at you. You sling one arm over your eyes, relaxing back into the pillows and Swiss adjusts and positions himself between your legs. He kisses your inner thighs slowly and luxuriously, lips caressing the soft skin before he uses his fingers to part the flesh around your entrance. Warm, wet tongue drags lightly over your pussy and your entire body shivers at the contact as you tremble underneath him. You're only slightly overstimulated, and the soft and lathing tongue does more to relax and soothe you than anything else. Swiss takes his time with your cunt, lapping gently at your clit, tongue teasing along your sensitive and swollen lips. He pays particular attention to the flesh between your inner and outer lips, knowing it's more sensitive and licking softly before flicking over the delicate flesh, careful not to let his fangs scrape your skin. When his tongue sweeps across your entrance you jolt, gasping slightly before relaxing back into his touch.

His arms rest loosely around your hips, pulling you slightly forward in an effort to bury his tongue as deeply inside your hole as he can reach. In the same second his claws dip into your skin, leaving indentations that will last until the next morning. Another moan escapes you, your free hand reaching down to grasp for Swiss' hair-- an anchor to lash yourself to. Swiss' tongue flicks across your clit again before diving back into you, and your entire body shivers in response. When he looks up at you and catches your eye, his own are aflame and a slight smirk curls his lips before he drops his head again.

"Gonna fuck you soon, baby girl, soon," he purrs, breath ghosting lightly across the sensitive skin of your hips. You shudder and jerk again, and when his tongue darts across your clit and down the flesh leading to your cunt, the motion is deliberate and meant to draw a reaction. It works, and your body shivers, gooseflesh erupting down your spine. His teeth tease your entrance, gently nipping at the delicate flesh as the spade head of his tongue sweeps against you once more.

"God, Swiss, your tongue," you say softly, twisting your fingers tighter into his hair. He chuckles softly against you before pulling back and shaking your hand gently free of his head. Swiss slides smoothly on top of you with one motion, his cock already freed and leaking as it drags along your belly. You reach up and wrap your arms around his shoulders instead, dragging him down against you to kiss you deeply. When his lips meet yours they're warm and full, the taste of yourself and Rain still present as he pushes his tongue past your teeth, tangling with yours. 

The scent of incense fills your nose again and you sigh softly against his lips before they pull away. Swiss smiles softly as he settles his weight on his forearms, hands cupping either side of your head as he runs the length of his cock between your folds, rubbing and pressing at your clit with the rounded tip of his cock. You suck in a sharp breath and let out a shuddering gasp, heat building inside your abdomen already, although you'd just orgasmed less than ten minutes before.

"Swiss," you manage to get out as you roll your hips down and press yourself against his shaft. The friction makes you whine, a breathy moan leaving your lips and ending on the softest of exhalations, your body relaxing back into the sheets of his bed. Swiss looks up and grins, his hands now on your hips, thumbs stroking over the soft, delicate skin as he teases you with the head of his cock, pressing in slowly and then drawing it away.

"What do you want, sweet thing?" He punctuates with another flick of his hips, pulling his cock against your clit once more, his breath catching slightly as the friction rubs your sensitive skin. You tremble with want, a desperate ache settling into your belly again, but your tongue is heavy in your mouth and you can't form the words that he so clearly wants from you. "You know, if I knew you'd be so shy about saying it I would've asked Rain to stick around," he chuckles, tilting his hips so that the length of his cock settles over your stomach, warm and pulsing in time with his heartbeat. He tilts his chin down at you as you look up and smiles. "What do you want me to do? You know I want you to tell me," he prompts.

You inhale again and sigh out, relaxing under his touch and feeling a flush creep over your neck and chest as you swallow hard. "I need your cock in me, Swiss, please," you murmur, looking up at him through hooded eyes, eyelids fluttering when his fingers flex and squeeze the sensitive flesh at the juncture of your hips and thighs. Swiss groans, shifting on top of you before sliding his hand between the two of you to grasp his cock. You can feel it slide wetly over the skin of your stomach as he jerks his hand over it, your hips rolling and meeting his movement. His eyes lock with yours and his pupils blow wide with arousal before his cock slides into position, pushing into the tightness of your body and stretching your cunt around it.

He's a more comfortable fit than Rain's knot, to be sure, but the sudden feeling of being filled is all the same. Swiss thrusts slowly at first, each motion stretching and teasing your inner walls as your cunt stretches to accommodate his girth. Each thrust is deliberate and careful, a test of restraint for him as well as a test of patience for you. You try to pull him against you by the hips, and when that doesn't work, by his shoulders, but he shakes free of each grip with a breathy laugh and an exhalation that makes his mouth twitch into a smirk. "Don't you know patience is a virtue, baby?" he growls playfully. 

"You saw what Rain just did to me-- I didn't have much patience then, either." Your quip comes quick and effective, making Swiss snort out a laugh.

"Yeah, that's-" He rolls his hips, making you gasp, eyes flying wide open. "That's about right," he says, settling into a rhythm finally, the sound of skin on skin getting louder as he does. He drives the tip of his cock into you, teasing against you.

"Don't play that way with me," you manage, looking up at Swiss, whose smile turns into a devilish grin. He reaches down, pinning one of your legs underneath him with one of his own. When his hand wraps around your throat your eyes fly wide and you inhale, a short and startled sound that's cut short by Swiss' firm grasp.

"Is this better?" he asks, tilting his hips so that he slams into the spot that makes you see stars and you know it won't be long until you witness the cosmos flashing in front of you as you cum for the second time. The motion makes you spasm involuntarily, and he squeezes your neck tighter, watching as your face goes from light red to dark crimson before his hand eases the grip slightly.

You shudder against his fingers as his hips snap against your clit again, and the pressure on your neck, although light, still has you feeling slightly dizzy and disoriented, like your entire being has narrowed down to the spot where the two of you join. His hands tighten on you again as his eyes fix on yours, searching your face for a sign of discomfort. With another powerful thrust he cums, his hand squeezing harshly for a moment before releasing entirely. Swiss drops over top of you, his hands pressed into the bed on either side of your head and he breathes heavily, his hips twitching and cock pumping inside of you.

His thrusting is slow and shallow, drawing his cum out against your walls and leaving a sticky warmth between your thighs when he withdraws, slumping off of you to lay on his back at your side. His arm goes across your shoulders as he catches his breath, his lips moving against the side of your head. You feel your eyelids get heavy as you come down and snuggle closer, listening to his heartbeat slow to a normal pace. You hear Rain in the hallway and the sound of the pipes creaking as he turns the taps.

You blink and Rain is there, gently tending to you with a warm and dampened wash rag, whispering words of love and praise for your mushy brain to soak up. Swiss nods along with him, reinforcing the words of endearment and adding his own, whispered softly into the crook of your neck with earnest. 

And then it is morning.

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[dewedup]

28 with Phantom & Dew

I'm a mess already but I wouldn't mind it getting worse

here's a little something something (only a few months late and not the longest but still a feel trip)

Phantom could tell Dew was having a rough day from the moment he woke up; he just couldn’t seem to figure out when the problem started.

When he’d shuffled over to cuddle in the early light of day, Dew had rolled away.

If there’s one thing Phantom respects, it’s boundaries. So instead, he just placed a hand on Dew’s hip under the covers and kept his distance. But it seemed like even this tiny show of affection was getting under the fire ghoul’s skin. Dew huffed a frustrated sigh and got up to shower, he didn’t even bother to throw a cheeky wink at Phantom, finger crooked in a ‘come hither’ motion like usual. 

Phantom didn’t let it get to him; he knows how turbulent Dew’s moods can be. He rolled with the punches and went about his own morning routine, making sure to give Dew a little extra space in their shared room. 

The morning seemed to have set the tone for the rest of the day. Phantom tiptoed around Dew while the fire ghoul continued to ignore his presence. He knew the ghoul probably just needed some time, so he tried his best to stick to him like a shadow, quiet but close enough if Dew decided he needed him. 

Well, maybe he stayed too close. 

Phantom walked down the hallway back to the den, lost in thought while looking out the window and didn’t realize Dew had slowed his pace. He stumbled, his foot falling on the heel of Dew’s shoe, causing the fire ghoul to trip slightly. Dew caught himself on the wall and turned to Phantom, eyes burning with a fiery rage. Phantom’s cheeks flushed something fierce, an apology already spilling from his lips.

“Can’t you just leave me the fuck alone for five Satan-damned minutes?” Dew hissed, eyes narrowing at the younger ghoul. Phantom jumped back a few steps, raising his hands in defence at the angry tone. Tears pricked behind his eye lids as steam blew out of Dew’s nostrils. 

“I’m sorry! It was an accident,” Phantom rushed out, biting his lip to keep the tears at bay. 

“Seriously? You’ve been breathing down my neck all day. Do I have to spell it out for you?” Dew paused, as if waiting for a response, but Phantom had no idea what he was talking about. “I just need a break; you’re constantly there and sometimes I just want to do things without you. We don’t need to be attached at the hip every second of every day.”

Phantom was at a loss for words. Did he do something wrong? Why did Dew not talk to him about this before now? The confusion must have been written across his face because Dew just scoffed, his head shaking as he continued the walk back to the den alone, leaving Phantom to watch, wondering where it all went wrong. 

“Oh Bug,” Phantom whirled around, wiping furiously at the tear that had started to fall down his cheek. Rain smiled sadly at him, walking forward to wrap his arms around the downtrodden ghoul.

“I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming,” Phantom whimpered into Rain’s chest, shoulders shaking as he took deep breaths of the water ghoul’s scent in an attempt to ground himself.

“Hey, no none of that,” Rain tsked, pulling back slightly so he could hook a finger under Phantom’s chin. He waited for the younger ghoul to meet his eyes before he spoke next. “You didn’t do anything wrong. This is on Dew. He doesn’t get to treat you like that. Just because he’s having a shitty day, it doesn’t make it okay for him to take it out on you.”

Phantom nodded, willing Rain’s words to sink in and take root. 

[amara-among-the-stars]

This is a WIP/drabble but Im going to post what i have now. Its Dewther because they have been on my brain lately.

Aether's not going on tour. Dew has a secret talent. Aether finds out about it. Dew also has big feels. Sfw soft moments between Dewther.

I Will Always Love You

Dew drew in a sharp breath as he sat down at the piano. He hadn’t played it in a while but he didn’t want to play his guitar in his room and he honestly just wanted to be left alone for the time being. Copia had broken the news to them that Aether and Sunshine would not be on the upcoming tour. The summoning for Phaeon and Aurora would be happening soon and Dewdrop just… wanted to get lost in the music for a time being.

How Dewdrop found the piano was while cleaning in one of the abandoned practice rooms. Alpha, Ifrit and Dewdrop were practicing fire magic a few months after Dewdrop transitioned into being the new fire ghoul. The pair thought the element suited Dewdrop well; but they still mourned their shy and quiet water ghoul.

Dew spent time fixing the piano up to par. And once he was done fixing it he played it all the time when he had the free chance to do so. It relaxed him a lot. Helped him escape from the world. Currently he was teaching himself Masterpiece by Motionless In White singing softly along when someone put their hand on his shoulder.

Dewdrop jumped, before swiftly spinning around and looking at who scared him. It was Aether who had a huge grin graced upon their lips. Dew’s ears pinned back, and he slightly bared his teeth at one of his partners.

“How long were you there for?” Dewdrop asked, eyes skirting around to see if anyone had followed Aether. The quint ghoul chuckled, leaning down to place a chaste kiss to the fire ghoul’s lips, before nuzzling against his neck.

“When you sang Another Life and then sang Eternally Yours.” Aether stated, pressing a kiss to Dewdrop’s forehead. Dewdrop felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“That long? Wh- Sorry if it sounded terrible. I'm not like Cirrus or Lulu when it comes to the piano.” Dewdrop huffed out, thinking Aether was teasing him. The fire ghoul quickly got up off the piano bench, only for Aether to press his shoulder down and semi forced Dew to sit back down, the fire ghoul slow blinking at Aether.

“No, you aren’t like our girlfriends. They’re good at the electric ones. But you my little flame.. You are amazing at playing the grand piano. I could listen to you play and sing for hours.” Aether explained, brushing a stray silvery blue hair away from Dew’s face before gripping his pointed chin and pressing a hot kiss to Dewdrop’s lips once more. The smaller let out a small whine as Aether moved away only for the quint ghoul to sit next to him. Letting out a confused chirp Dewdrop gently head butted his horns against Aether’s shoulder.

“Play me some more songs my love? Aether asked, looking at his partner. Dew nibbled at his lips and sat back down, breathing in and then out before playing more, letting himself get lost into the song he was playing for his lover. Dewdrop ended up playing Fall For Me and The Love You Want both by Sleep Token. Afterwords; Dewdrop perched himself on Aethers lap and brought him into a kiss once more. Aether let out a happy chitter, despite Dewdrop crying, Aether licked his tears away and wrapped his arms around Dewdrop’s small frame and whispered sweet affirmations into Dewdrop’s ears as the smaller ghoul buried his face against Aether’s chest.

“My darling love. My spitfire. My volcano. I will always love you to the universe and back. Nothing and no one will separate us. I promise you this. I know.. Tour without Sunshine and I will be difficult. But we will be here when you get home. And we will be here for every facetime call.” Aether whispered, holding Dewdrop tight.

Dewdrop sniffled a bit, breaking away from the comfort of having his face buried, wiping the tears away from his cheeks.

“It's not just about you two not being on tour with us… Im.. frankly afraid of how the new ghouls will be. What if they’re not a good fit for not just the band but with the pack? What if… they dont like me?” Dewdrop confessed. Aether hummed and nuzzled against Dewdrop’s cheek.

“I think you need to be there for the summoning… Everyone loves you Dew and I’m sure the new pack members will also love you. Give them time to adjust, be there for them. Offer your time to them. It will be okay Babylove.” Aether explained. Dewdrop nodded, letting out a content rumbly purr and kissing Aether once more.

“Thank you for the reassurance Aeth. It really means a lot to me.” Dewdrop spoke as he cuddled into his boyfriend.

“Always my love. Are you up for playing more songs for me? I’d like to record them so I can listen to you play while you’re on tour…” Aether shyly asks. Dewdrop let out a hearty laugh, tossing his head back, letting his silvery blue hair splay about.

“Of course you goofball. Get settled on the chair over there and I'll play your favorite songs.” Dewdrop answered. Aether grinned and kissed Dewdrop’s cheek, settling Dewdrop on the piano bench and getting up to move and get comfortable on the chair that was in the room. Dewdrop also got comfortable and played a handful of Aether’s songs for him.

Dewdrop felt lighter than when he had felt when he came into his little sanctuary. He was glad Aether found him. Dewdrop knew his first lover and partner would always be there for him; and Dew knew the rest of his partners would also be there for him.

And only time would tell if the two new ghouls would adore Dew the same way he adores his pack and the way his pack adores him. For now, he’ll play his piano for Aether. And perhaps show his other partners his passion.

[miasmaghoul]

WET DREAM RAIN WET DREAM RAIN (please)

Hgkngjf

So W E T

He/they Rain because I can <3

Swiss loves sleeping with Rain.

Not just for the sex, though that's certainly a nice perk, but for the closeness. Rain is not a touchy person in their day to day, generally keeping to themselves. Not for any malicious reason, he just prefers his personal space. Swiss gets it, there are days where he can't stand the thought of being flattened at the bottom of a ghoul pile either.

But moments like this are a different story entirely. Rain becomes so very tactile once they've made it to a bedroom, once the door is locked and Swiss is all they have. Rain glues himself to Swiss then - presses against his back while Swiss brushes his teeth, plays with his hair while they read, lays on Swiss's chest with their legs tangled together while they talk about absolutely nothing of importance.

Moments full of little touches that eventually gain greater intent. A hand on the back of a neck, or under a shirt. The press of a thigh to someone's groin. A huffed chuckle of "Yeah? You want it?" followed by a happy sigh and a deep kiss that goes filthy almost immediately.

They fit each other so well. Swiss runs warm while Rain's elemental nature leaves them naturally cool. His long fingers sink so easily into the soft spots at Swiss's sides, along his throat, through his hair. Into his body, accompanied by shiver-inducing words and hitched breaths.

Rain feels the same, they've said as much. Whispering with shy reverence about how well Swiss stretches him, fills him up and overloads his brain. How Swiss can open them up physically and emotionally in a way the other ghouls couldn't quite match. Every encounter feels full, round at the edges and wholly satisfying.

Then they sleep, and that's Swiss's favorite part.

His fingers drift in aimless swirls over Rain's thigh, the water ghoul still snoring softly into his pillow. It's midday judging by the way the spring sunlight pours from between the heavy navy drapes. The air is thick with lavender and rose, sweet scents carried from the nearby gardens mingling with the heady aroma stuck in Swiss's nose.

Rain is pressed against his bare chest, their sleep shirt caught up around their ribs. Swiss's other arm is around his waist, fingertips teasing the trail of soft hair poking out of Rain's boxers.

His soaking wet boxers.

Rain lets out a sigh between snores and Swiss groans in the back of his throat as he watches the dark spot on the gray fabric grow. Whatever Rain is dreaming about, he hopes he's part of it. The musk of a salty sea breeze hangs around them, and Swiss really has to make an effort not to grind his aching cock against Rain's sleeping form.

He's been awake for a while now, and this has only been getting worse. Rain's little movements were what had dragged him awake in the first place, their hips shifting as quiet moans fell from their lips. Swiss is a light sleeper while Rain could sleep through a jet engine falling on the abbey, so the multighoul has been awake ever since. Watching. Listening. Fattening up against Rain's back. He wishes he hadn't slept naked last night.

The water ghoul lets out a particularly high-pitched whine in his sleep and Swiss has to bite his lip to keep from moaning into Rain's skin. Their slick has started to soak through the back of their boxers, and Swiss can feel it rubbing off on his own thighs and stomach with every move Rain makes. It's maddening. His dick kicks in the space he's trying so hard to keep between his crotch and Rain's ass.

He doesn't want to wake Rain up. That feels selfish, unnecessary. But between those pretty sounds and the way Rain's hips keep moving, the way he's drooling onto pillow below, Swiss is sure it would be worth it. He presses a kiss to Rain's shoulder.

"Rainbow?" Swiss says it so softly it's nearly drowned up by the birds singing in the garden. "You awake?"

Another snore, another twitch in Rain's boxers. That would be a no, then. Swiss groans into Rain's skin. He can't wake them up, not when Rain is so clearly lost in the pleasures on their own mind. No matter how much the slick spot that's now grazing the shaft of his leaking cock grows.

Swiss makes the impossible decision to retreat to the bathroom. To blow his load into the toilet and come back for more lazy cuddles. It's the sensible thing to do, the polite thing. Swiss carefully moves himself, unhooking his arm from Rain's waist and deliberately ignoring the unconscious whine of protest the water ghoul breathes out in response.

Swiss slides out from between the sheets in silence, holding his breath. Like he's trying to escape a wild animal instead of sneaking off to cream himself in Rain's bathroom. Rain turns onto his back in his sleep and Swiss feels like he's been punched in the gut.

Rain looks gorgeous. Their shirt is askew and rucked up even higher now, exposing the pale plane of their stomach. His cheeks are flushed and lips parted, breathing even but shallow. Rain's boxers are more obviously tented from this angle. And wet. So wet.

Swiss can't not stroke himself at the sight, just once. At the sense memory of Rain in his mouth last night, spilling pre down his throat. Of being pressed up against the shower wall with Rain's tongue in his ass. Of Rain riding him until their thighs gave out and Swiss had to wrap them in his arms, holding them to his chest and fucking them through both of their releases.

Rain's cock kicks hard enough that his whole body moves and Swiss has to look away. He's already dizzy enough without the phantom feeling of Rain's fluttering muscles around him. He turns with the intent of hurrying to the bathroom and yelps as he immediately stubs a toe on Rain's nightstand.

"Fucker!" It's bitten out between clenched teeth as Swiss hops on one foot, hissing. He tries to be quiet, but -

"Swiss?" Rain's voice is thick and slurred, like his tongue is too big for his mouth. He doesn't open his eyes, patting around him on the mattress. "Where'd you go?" Swiss sighs, reaching out to stroke Rain's cheek.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," he murmurs, tucking a dark curl behind Rain's ear. They lean into the touch with a soft groan and their eyes crack open, cerulean blown nearly black. It goes straight to Swiss's dick. "Fuck, you're beautiful," he breathes, and he can't keep from crawling back up and slotting himself next to that lanky body. He presses a kiss to Rain's temple and the water ghoul gives a sleepy sigh.

"Was havin' a real good dream too," he yawns, humming happily as Swiss kisses his throat.

"I could tell," Swiss speaks into his skin, "you're soaked, tadpole." His hand drifts over Rain's stomach, coming to rest just above their still-tented boxers. Rain stiffens beneath him as they let out an embarrassed sound, burying their face in Swiss's hair.

"Fuck, again? 'm sorry, I -" Rain cuts himself off with a surprised chirp as Swiss catches him in a kiss. It doesn't last too long, the angle is awkward, but it's enough to quash the shame before Rain can try to hide his evidence. The water ghoul gasps when Swiss sucks at their lip before pulling back, callused fingers still grazing their exposed stomach.

"Tell me about it?" Rain moans, loud and wanton, when Swiss cups them though the damp fabric. "You always have the best dreams, wanna hear what made such a mess outta you."

"Shit," he gasps, sounding so very awake now. The rasp of arousal worming into his voice has Swiss shivering. "Yeah, yeah, I -" Rain clears their throat as Swiss starts sliding downwards, kissing over Rain's shirt and down onto soft skin, "I can do that."

Swiss settles between his legs and mouths at Rain through his boxers, watching the way the other ghoul's back arches. He tugs their underwear down and Rain gasps when Swiss starts lapping at this length, slow and messy. Savoring every last drop coating their heated skin.

"I wanna hear everything."

Swiss takes the tip into his mouth, and Rain melts.

[sophiasharp]

Brain has been rotting out of its skull these last few days thinking about Copia’s initially rocky relationship with the ghouls, particularly about how he made it so much worse to start with.

Cause I gotta imagine that he was only put officially in charge of Ghost after the deaths of the other Papas, so that’s gonna leave him a bit of a mess for a bit, especially because he suddenly doesn’t know who the hell he can trust anymore now that his main support system just got completely wiped out.

(They were the strongest men he knew, they may have played dumb to the Clergy but each of them were so much smarter than anyone gave them credit for, he’d been so sure they would be here till the Abbey itself crumbled, and yet now he’s here. He, the useless bastard younger brother, has lived to see another era, and they haven’t, and it just isn’t fucking fair-)

So when he’s initially put in charge of the ghouls, he endeavors to be detached- to be what he knows Imperator would want from him for fear that even the slightest provocation could send his house of cards crumbling down, as it were. He referred to them only as “ghoul,” was straight and to the point during rehearsal, and then avoided them completely in everyday life if it could be helped.

And then there is the photo shoot. You know, the one with the severed head.

(It was a threat, it was an open fucking threat, not just to him but to anyone else left that could be considered close to him, it was a threat to play his part like they wanted or otherwise join his predecessors in death, it was a warning to his few remaining friends to stay away lest they prove “distracting” enough to the new band leader that they must be dealt with, because why else would it be Terzo’s real head? Why else would they go to the trouble of decapitating a dead man for a magazine cover?)

The day after, Copia gets so much worse. He can’t talk to anyone about the stress he’s under, can’t safely relieve his frustrations and anxiety to anyone else so he takes it out on the ghouls. He becomes hyper critical off their performances. So what if Rain is still learning the bass? So what if Cumulus has yet to fully acclimate to the surface? So what if Dew only regained consciousness from his element change a week ago and is still dealing with the loss of almost his entire pack? So what if they’re all grieving the same way he is? It’s no excuse. They need to be better.

(Don’t they know? Don’t they know the razor’s edge they all were balancing on? Don’t they know they’re all one mistake away from being cast aside? From being sent to the pit without any warning? From having their existence be deemed not worth of the air they breathed? Don’t they know? Don’t they?)

That day the tension snaps between Copia and the ghouls. It’s one unneeded criticism too many and they all just. Leave. They’ve had enough of thinly veiled threats for one day, never mind the rest of the week. It serves as a wake-up call for Copia, makes him realize just how badly he’d fucked up taking his aggression out on the band mates he’s likely to be spending his entire musical career with.

He regroups after that. Endeavors to apologize. To explain himself, if they’d let him. He knew nothing would mend the rift he’d created immediately, but the sooner he admitted his wrongdoings, the sooner he could start over with them, prove he was more than just a cowardly dog hiding at Imperator’s heels.

So he goes to the ghoul den- not for the first time overall, but certainly for the first time since Terzo was dragged off stage all those months ago -and tries to talk to the ghouls, the majority of whom were huddled around the coffee table in front of the couch.

Mountain gets up to meet him in the doorway, and before Copia can get so much as a syllable out, a pamphlet is being thrust into his chest with enough force to knock the wind out of him.

No, not a pamphlet, he realizes as his heart sinks. A magazine. One with a hauntingly familiar image on the cover.

(He still feels the cold blood through his gloves, still feels the weight of the head in his arms, the bright lights of the camera flash seared into his brain even a day later. He wants to scream. To cry. To vomit. To say or do anything and yet it’s as if he’s rooted in place, only able to look at that damn photo and his brother’s dull, lightless eyes-)

“We may be under your leadership, but If you ever try to hurt my family again, they will never find your body. I’d suggest you leave now before I lose my patience.”

[divine-misfortune]

Swiss going up behind Rain, shoving his hands under his shirt and groping his cute tits and pinching his nipples.

Little warning for some gillplay at the end btw

Perky was the first word that came to mind when Rain found his way into the kitchen. The first place his brain went upon laying eyes on him.

Still endearingly disheveled from rolling out of bed, wild curls and all. Swiss tipped his head as he caught a glimpse of the sunflower pattern on the boxers sitting far too low on his hips even with the elastic band folded over itself twice. It seemed it was Mountain's bed he'd stumbled out of. Judging from the plum colored splotches on his collar to the vivid imprint of teeth, Swiss could only assume he'd had a very long and exhausting night with the big guy. Summer brought about a lot of those, earth ghoul heats were really no joke during the hotter months. 

But what truly caught his attention was the tight, and not to mention thin tank top stretched over the little swell of Rain's chest. It had made Swiss set down his morning crossword, abandoning it the second something more interesting crossed his path. Those sweet little buds peeking against the fabric seemed to demand his attention, and Swiss wished he could call himself a better man but he was helpless to absolutely oggle over his tits. If anyone asked he'd blame it on Rain's natural draw, his undeniable siren nature, and definitely not his own weakness to every inch of the water ghoul. 

He tapped the tip of his pencil against paper and sat back in his chair, licking over the back of his teeth as he watched a bleary eyed Rain move around the kitchen without ever moving the hair from his face. For a ghoul who couldn’t help but trip over himself at every opportunity, he somehow managed to move with an odd amount of grace in the most unremarkable of situations. Swiss was almost impressed. 

Chair scraping against the tile Swiss got to his feet, using the excuse of returning an empty mug to the sink to simply exist in Rain's proximity. 

He watched from the doorway as Rain leaned against the countertop, seemingly staring through the toaster as he leaned on his elbows with his tail waving lazily behind him. Swiss bit his lip as he ran his eyes over the back of him, the curve of his spine down to the swell of his ass - somehow still impressively plush despite the oversized boxers. He didn't make it as far as the sink, mug abandoned on an empty section of the counter in order to submit to the magnetic pull he felt towards him. It satiated a part of him to slip his arms around his waist.

Rain chirped curiously, startled slightly from his sleepy trance, but settled into him the second he registered the multi ghoul. Swiss kissed the bare skin of his shoulder with a tuneless hum, nose brushing against a particularly dark bruise. 

He wondered just how long Mountain had spent with his mouth mapping out the well defined planes of Rain's body. He wondered if he'd gotten to taste every inch of him - Mountain was always overzealous with his teeth when he was in a rut, that much was obvious from the few dozen bite marks Swiss could see, he knew there were more hidden beneath the fabric. He wondered if Mountain had bitten for pain or pleasure, or even ownership. 

Swiss took his hips in hand, thumbs wriggling underneath the hem of his shirt to rub against cool skin. He could almost imagine the way Mountain's big hands would have practically enveloped his waist, bet Mountain could've felt his own cock every time he bottomed out. Something knotted in his stomach, nearly groaning out loud at the thought alone. 

He wondered...

The sound that choked itself from the water ghoul was uneven and breathy when he unceremoniously shoved both hands up under his tank top. Gills flaring in surprise as Swiss chuckled, hooking his chin over his shoulder to watch the ribbed fabric stretch over the shape of his fingers kneading into his tits. They were small, mosquito bites in comparison to someone like Cumulus. Not enough fat to even fill his palms but he took them like a proper handful anyways. 

"Pretty thing," he chuffed and thumbed over his pert little nipples. Rain tried not to whimper but a light pinch was enough to draw it out, the noise was more than reward for his bad behavior. "Prettiest fucking water lily." 

"Fuck" Rain squirmed, hands floating awkwardly like he might just grab Swiss to stop him but made no real move to. "Fuck, fuck not so hard - !" 

"They sensitive baby?" His voice lilted and Rain shook his head quickly, dark curls brushing over Swiss' cheek. He tugged lightly at the silver bars threaded through his nipples and felt Rain's knees wobble as he moaned high and feminine. Swiss was grinning. "Oh they are...Mountain was a bit too rough on you huh? Big boy always gets a little heavy handed when he's like this, but we all know you're not as fragile as you pretend to be." 

"Swiss-" he breathed, head hitting his shoulder as it fell back. 

"That's okay sweetheart, just tell me to be gentle." Swiss kissed the hinge of his jaw, still idly fiddling with his piercings. Sighing too close to his gills to have Rain thinking clearly. 

"Please..." his swallow was audible, gulping down his pride. "Please be gentle with me."

“There we go, good boy” he cooed and rucked his tanktop up over his chest. Exposing him to the cool air and anyone who might just happen to waltz into the kitchen, exposing Mountain's handiwork. 

The little pink buds were awfully puffy, the outline of the earth ghoul's maw encircling either one. Swiss traced the divots in his skin and tsked, opting to slowly roll both nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he kissed a line up the side of his neck. 

“Look at them, look how cute they are.” 

Rain's breath hitched, a faint and whispered string of pleas tumbling past his lips when the multi ghoul grazed his gills. 

“See ‘em?” 

“Mhm…” 

“So little in my hands.” 

“Not little…” 

“Oh they're nice and little, perfect.” A little kiss to the delicate membrane on his neck, tongue darting out to tease them open. He was surprised Rain didn't go boneless right there. “Your tits are perfect darling, just like the rest of you.” 

“Fuck - put your tongue in it.” Rain reached back to rest his hand on the back of Swiss’ neck. Less than subtle encouragement. 

Swiss laughed and drew him perfectly flush to his front, molded himself against his back as he latched onto the sensitive slits. He kissed them just as deeply, just as sloppily as he would if he were kissing Rain properly. Warm saliva and a warmer tongue pushed into his gills, likely a white hot sensation if Rain's moan was anything to go off of. 

Another, less harsh tug at his nipples and Rain was really keening, ass pushing back against where Swiss was starting to chub up.  He pulled off of his gills, panting and admiring the sheen of spit left on his neck. 

“Seven hells…You look wrecked already.” 

“Feels good,” Rain’s words were starting to slur. Whether that be from exhaustion or that sweet fuzzy feeling starting to settle into place. 

“Course it does, I always make you feel good.” He nosed into his scent gland, groaning as the smell of moss and salt water flooded over him. He never wanted to leave the comfortable place he found in Rain, his body felt like home. “Satanas below, you're the closest thing to divine to ever waltz its way out of the pits.” 

Rain whined, nearly groaned in embarrassment, flush creeping to the tips of his ears. He always got so shy when Swiss rolled out this particularly cavity inducing brand of praise. 

“Can’t help it…Just love my pretty boy and his pretty tits.”

[rrriver]

T4t mountaeth? With good boy and daddy kink?

This kinda ran away from me but oh well

Wc:618

Cw: porn without plot(duh), t4t, daddy kink, Mountain needs to be a good boy (always)

He’s been waiting for this moment all day. Waiting for the sun to kiss the earth, for everyone to shuffle off to their rooms, waiting to slip into Aether's room. He’s been teasing Mountain all day, whispering in his ear, leaving soft little touches that make his skin burn.

He’s been wet all day, his thighs coated in his own slick, so he’s not surprised when he peals his boxers off and finds a string of slick connecting the fabric to his skin. He wastes no time wrangling his strap of choice on, settling it between his hips before slicking it up. Before too long, he hears a knock at his door, hears Aether chuckle at him as he slips inside and locks it behind him.

“How do you want me?”

The simple sentence leaves Mountains stomach swooping has his clit throbbing where its trapped. He doesn't trust himself to speak, so he points to the bed and prays Aeth will understand his silent order. Prays that the heat he feels in his cheeks won’t give him away, that he doesn’t see the slight tremor in his hands.

He watches with hungry eyes as the quint ghoul makes a show of undressing, taking his time, drawing it out before splaying himself on the bed. Mountain is on him in seconds, sucking marks into his skin, scenting him, pushing and pulling him until his legs are wrapped around the earth ghouls waist. He lets his hands wander, squeezing at Aethers chest, his hips.

When his fingers brush against Aethers swollen clit, he lets out a whorish moan. If he didn't know any better, he’d say the ghoul is just as wet as him. He starts slow, teasing with one finger as he continues to press sloppy kisses into Aethers chest, grazing his teeth against a pert nipple.

“Fuck, Mount please...”

Mountain smiles against his overheated skin, reveling in his ability to undo his partners so wholly in such a short amount of time. The wet slide of the quint ghoul humping his hand makes his stomach swoop, such an unholy sound for something so decadent.

He pulls his hand away, bringing it up to his mouth so he can lick it clean, savoring the taste like heavens finest ambrosia. As much as he would like to draw this out, to tease and test limits, he’s becoming desperate himself. Aether can tell by the way he rubs the silicone toy against his thigh, eyebrows pinched as it presses against his own little dick.

Aether grabs Mountains hips, lining him up and pulling him forward, groaning at the stretch as he arches his back into it.

“Aeth...”

He knows he's lost his own little game, there's no use in denying it now. He lets Aether set the pace, brain too soupy to manage doing it himself.

“Such a good boy for me, such a good boy for daddy, hmm?”

The words pull a whine from the giant, his hips now moving on their own, jack hammering into Aether.

“y-yes yes I'm a good boy!”

The quint ghoul takes in the sight before him, spit soaked lips drooling down his chest, glassy eyes. It's a wonder how he's keeping himself upright, really.

“Prove it then.”

The high pitched whine he receives goes straight to his groin, hurtling him closer to the edge, closer than he’d like to admit. Mountain manages to slow his hips to a pace he knows will make his daddy cum in seconds, forever needing to please, to prove that he really is a good boy. The drag of slick silicone against his clit is agonizing, teasing and torturous but he knows it'll be worth it in the end.

[gasolineghuleh]

A dirty-ass prompt: getting down and dirty with Mary Goore in a cemetery 👀

okay so this is what i was trying-- second person, past tense, and timed.

disclaimer; i don't like this one. it didn't turn out how i liked but i'm getting itchy trying to fix it. i feel like i fucked up tenses somewhere, but i'm trying to force myself to try a new tense for me.

creampie mary, weehaw

It was the coldest night of the year when you walked into that shithole dive bar down the road from the Abbey, practically looking for trouble. You were still covered in snow from a freak early-November storm that had caught you on your way out to meet up with your best friend, and you distinctly remember the snow flakes drifting from your shoulders and head to land on the floor of the bar, already melting away. The bartenders eyes met yours in a moment that would have heated the snow off of the sidewalk if you were outside.

It seemed you'd met Trouble.

He was a little taller than you and about thirty shades heavier handed with his eye makeup. His pale arm waved you forward to the bar, gesturing at a seat until you hopped up into it and settled down, giving him a simple drink order. The small talk that he made was comfortable; practiced. He asked what you did and you vaguely mentioned the Abbey, and then asked the same of him, and he replied with the name of the dive bar. The bar's name was stupid, like a joke you'd forgotten the punchline of, or one that the author couldn't bother coming up with, and you found yourself wondering if his name was any better. You almost smiled when he introduced himself as "Mary Goore", your brain already looking for the pun.

Your drink appeared in front of you and he raised his own to meet your glass with a gentle clink. "To Lucifer."

"To Lucifer," you replied, eyebrows shooting up into your brow line. He had some prior knowledge of the Abbey, it seemed... or he was just a tool. You were willing to jump his bones, either way. The two of you sipped your drinks and talked more about the Abbey and how he had been to shows before, that you just must not have noticed him in the crowds of people that congregated in the big cathedral. That, or he had a great knack for making himself invisible.

Eventually he changed the subject, asking you how long you've been a member of the Abbey and how you were liking it, if you felt it was for you or not, what it was like to live on the premises, and before you knew it, the glass you'd been sipping was empty, and he was asking you if you wanted to go for a ride with him. You swirled the dregs of your glass as you thought it over, wrestling with yourself about the safety of the choice-- it was dark and snowing, you were most certainly at least buzzed, and Mary is a new person to you.

Your eyes met his again, a cool green, and he broke into a toothy grin. The laughter lines around his face were prominent, and something behind his eyes was enough for you to agree.

It was Mary.

A small duffle bag was retrieved from somewhere in the back room and the lights were flicked off as Mary yelled at the remaining people at the bar to fuck off out the door; he's locking up for the night. Judging by the way that the patrons move, this wasn't a new experience for them. A few people lightly protested but a death glare from Mary had them hurrying their pace as he slammed the door closed behind them. He took off his black apron, draping it over a stool as he turned to you and clapped his hands together sharply.

"So," he grinned, "you want a ride or what?"

His car was a simple vehicle-- a low sitting two-doored thing, with fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview mirror and several bumper stickers. One of the stickers that had caught your eye said "Hella kids up in this bitch". When you made a comment about it, he had laughed and shrugged with one shoulder, motioning towards his balls.

The Abbey was on the other side of town from the dive bar, but somehow you and Mary arrived at the back doors before you could really process that you'd left. The ride over was filled with quiet ambient music from his stereo, and a rambling introduction from him that left you even more sure of your decision. He parked his car by the back door of the Abbey and turned to face you, slinging one arm over the back of his seat. The graveyard of Emeritus family lineage and the Siblings was visible over his shoulder, the snow on the graves melted from the heat of the nearby greenhouse.

"What?" you asked, your cheeks growing warmer with every second that passes.

"Nothin'," he countered with a shrug, "you're just hot." The smile that spread over his lips was wicked as he waited for your reaction.

"Are you hitting on me, Mary?"

He licked his lower lip with a nod before popping them together loudly, grinning. "Yup."

He didn't say anything more as you exited his vehicle, drumming your fingers along the hood of his car until you made it to his side. Mary's eyes were wide, watching you carefully until you leaned down and opened his car door, extending a hand to him.

"Enough small talk. Come rail me against a gravestone." Mary exhaled a bark of laughter, taking your hand with his left and turning off his car with the right.

You led him through the garden and around a hedge that opened up to reveal the more expensive crypts that dotted the square acreage of the Abbey. This was the most up-front and ridiculously blatant thing you'd ever done... but it was a thrill, wasn't it? His hand was still clasped in yours as you continued through the maze-like layout of the graveyard, passing stones and statues of Papa I and II and a few others you recognized until you arrived at an ornately carved stone angel. It was kneeling at a cross, hands clasped in prayer and face buried in the crook of their arm. You stopped and spun to face Mary, one hand already hiking up your dress.

Mary was grinning again as he pulled you closer to his body, pressing you up against the cool stone of the grave, his hands finally skating along your goose bumped skin. Your arm slid neatly around his shoulders, pulling him closer until his hips were slotted against yours perfectly. When your lips met it was electric, and Mary's shaky moan was enough to melt any remaining nerves you had. The sound of his jeans unzipping and boxers rustling was almost a relief. Your own dress was lifted up to your waist and pushed over your hips with ease.

"How are you gonna--?" He didn't bother answering you. Instead he lifted one of your legs around his hip, taking you by surprise as he hooked it behind him, allowing your foot to rest on his lower back. With his help you wrapped your legs around him as tightly as you could, leaning heavily on the statue behind you as his cock rubbed against the slickness between your lips. Your hand snaked down to grab him and hold him still as he lined up, teasing you for only a moment more before sinking deep into your heat.

"I catch on quick," he growled directly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

It wasn't the most comfortable position you'd ever been fucked in, but as Mary picked up a faster pace it felt less and less like the stone of the grave behind you was cutting into your skin and more like the heady mixture of pleasure and adrenaline you craved. His thrusts were rough but even and precise, the slapping sound of his hips against the back of your thighs almost drowned out by your shared heavy breathing. Mary's mouth was hot against your throat as he moaned, teeth sinking in lightly until he stopped at the juncture between your shoulder and neck to suck and bite at your flesh, making you cry out for him. Your body arched as he slammed into you, trying your best to move your hips in time with his to take him in even deeper, desperate for more of that feeling of being filled up.

"You going to cum for me?" he growled, his hands tightening on you where he held you aloft. You gasped in response, your cunt tightening around his cock as a sudden heat washed over you, spreading from your clit and up to the tips of your toes, the only response you could manage as he hit just the right spot over and over. Mary huffed out a breath of pleasure at the way that you tightened up around his dick, your orgasm causing you to involuntarily hold on tighter, nails digging into his skin through his thin shirt. "Cum all over my cock for me, babe. Fuuuck, you feel so fuckin' good."

"Mary--" Your voice was breathy as you felt another wave of your climax crash through you. The cool November night air around you did little to dampen the heat that Mary's body radiated or your own body heat, but it felt good, your sweat covered skin prickling with goosebumps. You managed to lift your head slightly, looking down to where you and Mary were joined. His jeans were open, cock sticking through the hole in the front of his boxers-- in fact, it seemed as though he wasn't even using the full length of his cock, pants bunched as they were.

"Fuckin- cunt, I'm gonna-" Mary cut himself off, mashing his lips against yours with a long and drawn out moan, hips kicking forward in time with the waves of his own climax. His teeth sank into your bottom lip and tugged, his breath coming in ragged pants and growls against you. When you were both sure you were finished, you carefully extricated your legs from their spot on Mary's hips, the two of you watching as he slowly slid out of you, leaving behind a warm trickle that ran down the insides of your thighs-- a hot reminder of your impulse decision. The sight made your face hot, but the look of pleasure on Mary's face when you made eye contact was worth it.

"Thanks for the ride," you said with a laugh, rubbing your hands along your thighs to warm up the muscle again. Mary snorted and dragged his hands across his face before looking at you. He waited for a beat before speaking.

"I haven't done something like that in years."

"I never have." You shrugged noncommittally, but Mary balked. "What? You were hot."

"So I'm your first, then? First one-night?" he corrected himself quickly. When you nodded he laughed again. "Look at you, making moves! But uh... I'm sorry to burst your bubble." Your eyes snapped to his, convincingly apologetic.

"What?"

"I uh.. Wouldn't mind if this wasn't a one night thing." Mary's hand went to the back of his head as he laughed shyly.

[dewedup]

would you be so kind as to provide us with a Mountain sick-fic bc I have the Flu and I'm projecting on my tall guy 😔🙏

please enjoy sick!Mount, pack dynamics, tour travel, and a concerned Zephyr 🖤🖤🖤

as per usual a huge and loving thank you to @jimothybarnes for betaing and making me feel like I wrote the next great novel 🥰

(i may or may not have started a part two of possessive mount breaking zeph's heat when he's feeling better, it ties into the ending of this one so if that's something anyone's interested in reading let me know!)

1.8k of fluff, comfort and cuteness below the cut or on AO3 HERE

It starts with a tickle in the back of his throat. Mountain finds himself clearing it periodically throughout the day, but never getting rid of the foreign feeling when he swallows. It’s a small thing though, something he can push to the back of his mind while he focuses on sound checks, travelling and performing- basically everything related to being on tour.

He wakes up a day or two later and feels exhausted. His bones ache, his brain is foggy, the cold grip of a headache approaching from the edge of his consciousness. The tickle has doubled down in its presence, now tender and sore with every breath, word, or swallow. He feels like getting hit by a vehicle on the highway they’re driving down would be swifter and less painful than the illness working its way through his immune system.

He’s like a zombie, sleepwalking through the motions. Luckily, it’s just a travel day, spent moving from their last location to the next venue. He’s stuck on the bus for the entirety of the day, tries to spend time out in the lounge area with everyone else. But Phantom is loud and overly excited, peering through the window in utter delight as he points out the unofficial eighth wonder of the world.

They’re driving past the Grand Canyon, which honestly isn’t that grand, Mountain’s seen bigger canyons in Hell. Being a ghoul of the earth means he’s very fluent in geographic abnormalities, erosion and rocks. Instead of giving Phantom a lesson in his rocky background, which Swiss seems to be anticipating, if the roll of his eyes as he looks at Mountain is any indication, Mountain simply pats Phantom on the shoulder. He mutters good ghoul under his breath, and retreats to the sleeping bunks.

His rest is pitiful, he’s hot and sweaty, then he’s kicking the blankets off only to be greeted with a chill that seeps into his bones, limbs shaking at the abrupt changes in temperature. He never succumbs to complete sleep, lingering in a half-state of lethargy and just feeling poorly.

It might be minutes, hours or days later, when he feels a cool hand press against his forehead. He’s hallucinating now, because it feels like the hand of his mate, the same one that’s still at home, a disgusting amount of distance between them. He knows it’s not real, their sweet scent of licorice and fresh linen doesn’t fill his nostrils. But then again, he’s pretty congested, hasn’t been able to smell anything in the last day and a half.

Mountain whines as the touch moves from his forehead, shifting down to his equally heated cheek and offering the tiniest bit of respite from the fever. He’s sweating again, wants to rip his own skin off to escape the burning inside of him, when a light breeze seemingly appears from nowhere. It dances across his body, giving him the first sense of relief since he laid down in his bunk.

“Pietra,” the demon caressing his face coos, and Mountain truly must have died and went to Hell, because there’s only one soul who calls him the Italian word for stone.

He squints open an eye, meeting the concerned face of his mate.

“Zeph?” Mountain’s voice wobbles, cracking on the singular word, as tears threaten to fall. Zephyr takes a second to assess their situation before climbing right into the bunk beside Mountain, pulling their mate close.

Mountain rests his head on Zephyr’s chest as he lets out a few pathetic sniffles, mainly just feeling sorry for himself.

“We’re at the hotel, love. The others went inside, they didn’t want to wake you. My flight landed early so I’ve been here for a bit, setting up our nest.”

Nest. That’s right, in Mountain’s deteriorated state he forgot Zephyr was scheduled to go into heat any day now. The Ministry opted long ago to pay for a flight for them if Mountain was away, rather than deal with an aggravated air ghoul who would take their frustrations out on the abbey and all who stumbled across their path.

If Mountain let out a few extra tears at the thought of his mate, already on edge from their own rising hormones, putting their needs aside to care for him, well, neither of them speak on it.

Eventually, Zephyr convinces Mountain to leave the safety of the bunk and retreat to their hotel room. It involves a lot of gentle encouragement and a few filthy promises for when he’s feeling better. Mountain can’t smell anything, so he misses the slight bite to Zeph’s scent, the telltale sign of the beginning of a heat that they push down forcibly with sheer willpower, knowing Mountain is in no shape to fulfill their needs at this moment.

They share a bath, slightly hotter than Zephyr would prefer, but the steam helps to clear Mountain’s congested airways and the warmth soothing the aching in his bones. It’s intimate in a nonsexual way, how Zephyr lathers up a washcloth and takes their time rinsing the sweat and sickness from Mountain’s skin.

Mountain’s soon dry and in his pyjamas, a steady hand at the small of his back guiding him to the bed in the centre of the hotel room. True to their word, Zephyr had created a fine nest, bringing blankets from their den at home to create a soft spot for them to connect with each other. Mountain falls into the pile, burrowing his way to the perfect spot and collapsing into the down pillows.

Zephyr seamlessly joins Mountain, wrapping their arms around him in a big spoon position. It is something Mountain usually takes up in their shared bed, but his need for comfort is apparent and Zephyr isn’t too put out by getting to hold their mate in their arms like this.

Mountain falls asleep to the soft hums vibrating from Zephyr’s chest, his own purrs mixing in at the same tempo, every single part of their being made for each other.

_________

Mountain wakes up, lying awkwardly on a couch too small for his big frame. He’s confused, disoriented, and doesn’t remember where he is for far longer than he’d like to admit.

His brain feels foggy, his eyes landing on a bottle of water left on the table in front of him, the condensation having dripped to the table, creating a small puddle of liquid around the container.

The bottle brings back the memory of Zephyr braiding his hair on this very couch, enthusiastically agreeing with Rain as the water ghoul tried to force some cold medication in Mountain’s mouth. He remembers putting up a good struggle, managing to knock Rain back a few steps before Dew intervened. With Zephyr yanking on his hair, tilting his head back and Dew lying on top of him, bodily restraining his movements, Rain was able to slide home a few of the abnormally large pills. Mountain fought valiantly, but Rain pulled a demonic move covering his mouth and pinching his nose until he was forced to swallow, begrudgingly and with a promise of murder in his eyes. 

Apparently, the cold medication was exactly what he needed. While he isn’t at one hundred percent, he feels the best he can remember feeling for the last week. His achy bones are no more, and he can even breathe through his nose a little, picking up the lingering scent of his mate all over his body.

A loud noise from out the hallway catches his attention, and Mountain realizes that he had the best nap of his life in the green room of the venue they were set to perform at tonight.

Except, no one else is hustling around in the usual pre-show panic.

The green room is usually filled with excitement and adrenaline, packed with bodies, as Swiss hogs the mirror to apply his black lipstick. But it’s empty, the remnants of the pre-show hurricane evident.

Mountain hears the opening rift of Kaisarion and bolts up from the couch, looking around wildly for his costume, but it’s nowhere to be found. He can’t believe they didn’t wake him up, what the actual fuck is going on. 

He gets to the side of the stage much quicker than he would have in the state he was mere hours ago, looking out from the wings as his band feeds the energy to the crowd before them.

His eyes shift over his pack, watching as they back up Papa who’s already pandering to the sea of people. A crash of cymbals pulls his attention to the back middle stage, to his drum set.

It’s like a punch to his gut, but in the best way possible, seeing who is undeniably his mate, in his costume, playing his kit.

Zephyr isn’t a small statured ghoul by any means, it’s just that Mountain’s well… Mountainous.

His costume fits his mate poorly, they’ve rolled the arms up, displaying the sleeves of delicate illustrations depicting the fall of Christ, ink woven in their skin that Mountain has spent countless hours admiring. The pant legs bunch up where they fall, too much extra material with nowhere else to go.

Mountain’s heart skips a beat when he realizes Zephyr is shoeless, exactly how he normally performs.

It shouldn’t surprise him that Zeph is a natural, they’ve spent long hours in the rehearsal room with Mountain, watching him work through tricky sections or just putting his own twist on Papa’s work. He’s filled with love, admiration, and just an all-around feeling of mine while watching his mate perform with his pack.

Mountain eventually just settles on the ground of the side stage, sitting cross-legged and just enjoying the show from his secret little viewpoint. He laughs along with the jokes Papa pulls out of his ass, his smile unshakeable as he watches Dew tease Rain from this angle. Swiss is chaotic, he usually only sees him leave his platform from the corner of his eye, unsure of what exactly the multi ghoul gets up to, but now he has his answers. He’s usually so focused on his own performance he doesn’t get the chance to just sit and watch the magic happen, and it is magical, the atmosphere they craft together and the beautiful music they create.

During Miasma, Zephyr opts out of a solo in favour of handing Dew and Phantom a drumstick each. Mountain grins wildly, watching lovingly as Zeph orchestrates with their free hands while keeping rhythm with the kick drum. They encourage Dew and Phantom to bang away at the snare and cymbals, Mountain cringing slightly at the force of some of the hits. A little wear and tear won’t tarnish the memory working its way into the deep recesses of his brain though, as the utter joy and happiness bubbles over into a delighted, trilling laugh when Zeph tosses him a smirk and secret little wave.

[amara-among-the-stars]

I kindly present prompt #17 "let him watch." I’m thinking maybe rain/phantom with dew watching? But also whatever you want to write is going to be fantastic either way!!

It got … a tad angsty??? Sorry lol

I hope you enjoy this 🫶. Its short yet sweet!

Phantom was in pure bliss as he was perched all pretty on top of Rain as he rocked back amd forth on the water ghouls thick cock. Rain was humming a bit, hands roaming around Phantom’s body, moving to pluck at the squirming ghoul’s nipples. Phantom let out a small keen and clenched around Rain.

“You’re so pretty, baby. Haven’t been riding me that long and you’re already cock drunk hm?” Rain cooed out, one of his hands moving down to lightly stroke Phantom’s cock. Phantom let out a huff, rolling his hips, not hearing the door open, as he was too busy at the current moment.

“Not cock drunk sir. Just wanna be a good boy and cum when you tell me it’s okay to cum.” Phantom croaked out. Rain hummed, thumbing the tip of his lover’s cock, eyeing his other lover who was quietly and slowly undressing himself.

“You are a good boy. You’re a better plaything then Dewdrop is at times.” Rain spoke, staring over Phantom’s shoulder at the silver haired ghoul. Phantom let out a pleased noise and rolled his hips once more. His thighs and knees were starting to hurt a bit but until Rain told him to move he would stay how he was. He didn’t realize Dew had joined them until he felt a hot hand wrap around his throat.

“Aren’t you two a pretty sight to behold. Also Rainy, I can be a good boy, but bratting is too much fun.” Dewdrop spoke, lightly choking Phantom as he glared at his lover.

“Dewww. Go away. It’s my night with Rain. You get him every night.” Phantom whined out. He loved the fire ghoul, dont get it twisted.. but he wanted quality time with Rain. Something he hasn’t really gotten before. Phantom didn’t want Dewdrop to ruin his night, he wanted Rain’s undivided attention. His heart clenched at the thought of Rain getting bored with him now that Dewdrop arrived. Phantom didn’t want to be tossed to the side this time.

“Please… Dew, leave…” Phantom croaked out, tears welling up, threatening to spill.

Said fire ghoul let out a small chuff, kissing Phantom’s neck, nuzzling him softly.

“If you want me to go I'll go. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. I'm not trying to ruin your night with our Rainy okay?” Dew spoke, his hand that was around Phantom’s throat moved up so Dew was cupping Phantom’s jaw, moving his face to plant a chaste kiss. Phantom squirmed and let out a soft whine, causing Rain to let out a soft moan.

“Let him watch, baby. It’s okay. Maybe our little fire ghoul can learn some tricks for you since you’re being such a good boy for me hm?” Rain spoke, hands now resting on Phantom’s hips.

Both Dew and Phantom let out moans, Phantom shakily nodding.

“Y-Yeah.. O-Okay Sir.. Jus’... No touching.” Phantom slurred. Dew let out a confused chirp as he moved to sit next to Rain, his cock hard, and dripping.

“You dont want me touching you two?” Dew asked for clarification, moving his silver locks out of his face.

Phantom nodded, adjusting himself just a bit.

“Just here to watch… You can touch after. Also.. Sir?” Phantom asked, pawing at Rain’s chest.

“Yes baby? What do you need?” Rain answered.

“Fuck me into the mattress please. My legs are hurting.” Phantom replied.

[miasmaghoul]

Prompt:

Swiss/Mountain:

Swiss domming Mountain but getting awestruck by Mountain’s size and getting role-reversed.

Guh

In retrospect, it was a mistake to make Mountain ride him.

Things had been going so well, too. The earth ghoul had been kneeling for him no more than 20 minutes ago, head bowed, hands on the floor. Swiss had felt powerful, making the largest member of his pack submit to him. Rubbing the sticky head of his cock over Mountain's lips before shoving it in, holding the other ghoul flush to his stomach until he was gagging and breathless. Telling him what an obedient whore he was as he drooled and coughed.

He'd said all the right things, pressed all the right buttons. Gotten Mountain shaking and dripping on the floor from his voice alone. Laid him out on the bed and held his knees up and apart, exposed, while he told the earth ghoul exactly how to open himself up. Watched the way he'd pressed those long fingers in, telling Mountain how hungry his hole looked. How it was so obvious he needed more, how he needed Swiss to fill him up.

"Only thing that'll satisfy you, right? Can't cum unless it's on my cock? C'mon, princess, you can admit it."

Mountain had, giving a breathless cry of yes, you, only you, as Swiss had sunk cruel claws and crueler fangs into his firm thighs. He'd thought it was a good idea at the time, to force Mountain above him. To make him work for it, if he needed it so bad. To take him deep, to get all stretched out around him, to ride until his thighs were shaking and he was begging Swiss to fuck him into the mattress.

Unfortunately, he hadn't taken the view into account.

Swiss stares up at the earth ghoul, arms tucked behind his head in an attempt to appear calm. He feels anything but as he takes in the lines of Mountain's body - the broadness of his chest, the muscles in his shoulders, the sheer strength of him. Swiss feels small next to him under normal circumstances, but like this?

"See something you like?" Swiss jolts at the gravel in Mountain's voice, any trace of breathy need long gone. The earth ghoul is smirking at him too. Swiss growls, trying to get his fluttering heart back under control.

"Did I say you could talk?" He shoves as much venom into the words as he can, snapping his hips up on a downstroke to make the other ghoul gasp. Mountain's head falls back and Swiss can only focus on the long column of his throat. On the way loose strands of long auburn hair cling to sweaty skin.

"Figured one of us should," Mountain says, pausing to circle his hips in a slow grind. It has Swiss's breath catching in his throat, fangs sinking into his cheek in an effort not to react. Not to fold under the pressure in his gut. "You couldn't shut up earlier. What happened?" The earth ghoul looks down at him, sparkling green eyes filled with something sharp that certainly wasn't there earlier. His smirk morphs into something sinister. "Not feeling quite so...big any more?"

Swiss can't hold in his groan when Mountain starts bouncing again, eyes screwed shut. His hands fist into his own hair in an effort to not reach out and hold him still. His cock throbs and he knows Mountain feels it by the soft chuckle he gives.

"What, getting close already?" The tone is patronizing and Swiss hates it. His dick twitches again when Mountain repeats that slow grind. "Gonna cum before me? After all that talk?" The earth ghoul leans down as Swiss feels his control slipping through his fingers. "Maybe I should go find Aether instead, hmm?" Mountain licks a filthy stripe over his cheek and Swiss whimpers.

"Fuck, Mount." Swiss gives in to the urge to touch, reaching out to grip the larger ghoul's beautifully marked thighs. He's panting now and there's no point in maintaining this façade when everything about Mountain is making him feel less and less sane. "No, I can - I can wait, I can -"

"I don't really care either way," Mountain pushes himself back up, large hands on Swiss's' chest, "I'm using this dick until I'm done." He clenches tight and Swiss cries out.

"Shit, please," he huffs, claws digging in to taut muscle.

"Make yourself useful and stroke me," the earth ghoul orders, low, "be a good boy and maybe later I'll make you feel even smaller." Swiss nods, gets a shaking hand on Mountain's cock and prays to the Unholy Father that he can make himself last.

But then his thighs start to tremble, and Mountain laughs.

[sophiasharp]

Thinking about how much of an anomaly Swiss is and how much I love Jack of All Trades characters.

Because ghouls that are an even split of all 5 elements, up until Swiss, had been unheard of. Sure, hybrids are a thing that happen sometimes, just look at Sunny and Aurora, but all 5?

It had been previously theorized by the Ministry that the max amount of elements one ghoul could possess on the surface was 3; any more and the body would begin to deteriorate due to the strain of containing that much conflicting elemental power. That’s not to say such ghouls COULDN’T exist down in The Pit, but they likely wouldn’t survive the journey to the surface.

Which brings us back to Swiss. Swiss, the living contradiction to all the Ministry thought they knew. Swiss, the type of ghoul never before seen on Earth or in Hell. Swiss, who could light your smoke one minute and chill your drink the next.

However, such great power has its limits. For example, while, yes, he could do both of those things one after the other, he is incapable of doing them both at once, forced to focus on one element at a time.

His natural abilities are also not quite as strong as those of someone born purely of that element. In order to reach even close to that level requires an intense amount of concentration and energy that simply isn’t sustainable for long periods of time.

This limitation gets to him some days more than others. Some days, he feels more like a cheep knock-off of a ghoul than anything else- like someone’s amateur interpretation of one. It’s an easy argument to make, given that’s how he survived in The Pit: pretending to be a full elmental ghoul and joining an established pack until the truth caught up with him and he was forced to leave and wander till the cycle could start anew.

Even though it’s been years now since he’d left The Pit and found a family that accepts him for exactly what he is, it still gets hard some days not to feel like somewhat of a fraud- like he’s tricked them all into loving a version of himself that was somehow better than he really is and it’ll only be a matter of time before they find him out and it’s back to square one down in the hellfire below.

Thankfully, his pack has gotten good at noticing when he’s too far in his own head and can remind him of just how sincerely loved and appreciated he is. It’s most days now where he gleefully tousles Rain’s hair with a gust of wind before warming up the coffee that had gone cold in its pot. It’s most days where he good-naturedly pesters Mountain in his greenhouse while going from plant to plant to water them and offer some earthly coaxing of growth. It’s most days where he can tune into the same quintessence frequency as Aether and Aeon and make sure neither were overextending themselves.

Yes, Swiss would say he is very proud of what he could do for his pack.

After all, a Jack of all trades and master of none is far greater still than a master of one.

(It appears my brand new side blog has been immediately yeeted into the shadow realm upon creation so I’m having to repost this here 😅 if you didn’t know, I’m moving my ghost headcanons to @mancer-in-the-abbey . Idk when it’ll get to see the light of day but hopefully it will soon!)