techyghoul

[techyghoul]

I promise I’m going to be so normal about V and Swiss kissing

[techyghoul]

So a very lovely user on AO3 asked about other ghouls in my take on the Breeding program and mentioned Cowbell.... and I blacked out thinking about Cowbell in situations. Also divider made by Wrathofrats :)

So here's what was supposed to be Omega in the cuck chair, but went a little off the rails. Cowbell is our stud, and Special is the tease.

Tags / CWS: previously discussed consent, Phil and Omega being little shits about it, Trans Phil so folds/dick/tdick/cock for his anatomy, knotted tdick for my enjoyment, breeding talk, vaginal fingering, Bell is so horny stupid he can't see straight, rope play / rigging.

Cowbell grunts, pulling at the ropes that bind and hold him, an idea of Omega’s. He’s not normally like this, hardheaded and stubborn, but his ruts have been dragging on too long and as much as Omega loves using his powers to help people relax, it has the opposite effect for Bell. It riles him up, makes him feel on edge. But now he’s bound with his arms held up like he’s in stocks, a nice long beam of steel above keeping him more or less in one position. And with Phil in front of him, that’s hard to do.

The scent of arousal is heavy in the air, both from Bell and Phil, but especially from Omega sat in a dark corner. He makes no attempt to touch himself or chase his own pleasure, he’s just watching, waiting. Phil’s on the floor in front of Bell, legs spread for him as he cups himself. “Look at you, big boy.” He says low, finger dragging over the head of his cock, fat little thing standing proud between his folds. He’s meant to tease his mate, get him itching to go and more pliable to use the dummy, but that’s so far from what he’s actually doing right now.

Phil has been a little freak since he first stepped out of the summoning pit, strange, a bit unsettling at times, always with some sort of an angle. When Bell came along, it got so much worse, the way they would spur each other on. That’s only gotten worse in recent years. Now he’s staring at him, dumb with a rut that the ministry is more than happy to use for their own means. Phil couldn’t be more turned on by the idea as Bell struggles against the ropes to try to get to him. “Fuck.” He grunts, hips itching forward for something, but not finding the dummy within reach.

Omega looks to Phil, raising an eyebrow as of saying “Is that all you got?” It’s not. He knows that, but head games make it all the more fun. “You all stupid for me, baby?” Phill turns his head back to his mate, taking his own cock between his thumb and forefinger and starts stroking himself, and Bell loves the sight of him. If he could move, he’d be between his legs worshiping him, wanting his mouth around that fat little dick for hours to come. “You know better.” Phil tuts; they really need to break this rut first.

“Yeah, fuckin’ stroke it.” Bell purrs, too distracted by the motion to fight against the ropes anymore. Omega, now blending in with the shadows, is moving forward to be at the ready for what he and Phil discussed beforehand. For now, the older multi ghoul indulges him, stroking himself nice and slow. “You love a show, don’t ya, big guy?”

Bell huffs, finding friction on the outside of the dummy, he’s nowhere near ready nor enticed enough. But he rolls his hips against it all the same as he watches Phil dip in his folds enough to get his fingers slick and then back over himself again with one long string of his slick following them. He moans softly, mostly a show to encourage that part of Bell’s brain that’s itching to breed.

“That’s it.” Omega says, finally appearing out shadowy wisps and settling in behind Phil, who groans as his big hand travels down his body and pulls him into his lap. “Give him a good show like the whore you are, Spesh.”

Bell’s eyes dilate, hips finally rutting and pushing himself into the dummy with a deep groan. He watches how Omega handles him, rubbing over Phil, stroking him for a few little pumps before spreading his folds. Fuck, seeing or smelling how wet he is. Bell can hear him. Hear how he clenches in nothing, and the horrifically sinful sound of Omega’s middle and ring finger are sliding inside him. He can’t tear his eyes away from the scene, wouldn’t dream of it, actually.

“There you go.” Omega growls, his voice in Phil’s ear but he can’t help but watch Cowbell as he fingers the ghoul in his lap. He has his fingers curled up, Phil really moaning for him as he sets a quick and hard pace for him. Quick and dirty, matching the pace Bell is setting with his own hips so he can really imagine he’s fucking him instead of that over glorified fleshlight. And for once in his life, Phil doesn't have much to say, moaning out into the air like a whore. " Oh fuck, Bell--" Is the only coherent thing he can manage to say.

The smells, the sound, the fact his mate's being roughly handled by someone, it’s all about to send him over the edge. Just a stuttering of his hips is the only sign hes close. And that's when Omega knows he needs to double down. "Yeah you gonna pop that little knot for me?" The big quint growls out, palm moving roughly over Phil's cock as his fingers crook up, and both of the other ghouls moan out at the same time, it’s kind of cute really. Bell's knotting at the thought of it, his hips slamming into the dummy two final times, skin slapping against the leather before he's locked in and cumming hard.

Phil needs a bit more encouragement, nodding his head quickly as he reaches to wrap his fingers around his little knot to ensure Omega wouldn't dare take his fingers out. That little bit of pressure coupled with two big fingers pressing up just right and he's cumming too, breathing in broken pants as his thighs twitch. Omega doesn't stop moving, not for a couple of more thrusts of his fingers to get him through it, the sound of Phil gushing around his fingers and onto the floor are just an added bonus.

[techyghoul]

Mountain so horny he can hardly get his pants off and he’s mindlessly humping with his pants around his thighs bcs he’s just thick in the thighs enough for them to stay there

[techyghoul]

No cheeky title, no beta readers.

I just think Omega has to help Chain out in the Ministry’s breeding program. And I think he’s weird about it.

CWS: Quint intox, breeding program, freaky water ghoul anatomy (cunt/clit/folds AND tentacle for Chain’s anatomy) , mild medfet, kind of ovipositon

Omega can’t help but hum as he finishes setting things up. The breeding program has multiple purposes, namely avoiding the intensive rituals require for summoning and also to help with the ghouls natural cycles. Ghouls tend to get rowdy when certain instincts and needs go ignored.

Usually there’s a system in place, matching on various factors like health, desired hybrid matches if required, multi ghouls are always adored.

Chain however, well he requires a different approach. He’s a bit feral when he’s here. In fact he’s been ousted from the normal program. The ghoul will perceive anything as a threat to his partner or to his clutch, he will fight, and it will be messy. So he’s delegated to Omega, which he has no complaints about. But Omega is particular about it.

Chain lays back, dumbed down with a dose of quintosis to dumb him down and have him just complaint enough to be in an exam room with the big quint like this. Does his legs need to be in stirrups? No, but it’s more fun that way, and Omega’s even managed to sneak in a mirror to put on the ceiling, the water ghoul can’t help but lie back and watch everything he does.

“Alright. Now we’re ready.” Omega says, an audible click of a tape recorder in the background, also unneeded but not unwanted. “You’ve waited too long this time, I’m surprised you two haven’t gotten egg-locked yet.”

“Fuck you.” Chain spits out, still got that bite of a nearly feral ghoul. But Omega’s right, the channel where his tentacle resides is distended, uncomfortably so, in fact she can hardly be convinced to comply for Chain because she’s too full. “Not yet Princess.” The quint replies with a snort, putting on gloves and making sure the snap is a little extra.

The water ghoul is wet already from that, he can smell him since he’s on full display. “I’m gonna start trying to coax her out now.” He says, weirdly clinical about it. But gentle fingers prod around the tentacle’s channel, getting a feel for just how full they both are. But then they travel down to the sheath. Chain’s breath hitches when he feels a thick finger slowly spread the folds there. It’s overwhelmingly sensitive there. But with the quintosis, she’s affected too, lazier than normal. Her tip slowly comes forward. She feels Omega’s gloved hand and knows what she’s in for. “Come on honey.” He speaks sweetly to her.

She slowly emerges, using her suckers to cling onto the nitrile covered fingers. "Can't believe you fucking pillow talk her." Chain mumbles, hes dumbed down, sure, but nothing gets rid of that bark. He hisses under his breath a bit as Omega gets a hand wrapped around her, pressure always gets her excited. "She's behaving right now. Don't encourage her to misbehave like you do." The bit ghoul chuckles.

"You, however, always a little thorn in my side, aren't you?" There's no real bite in Omega's voice, its just how the two of them are together, always wanting a reaction. Just to add to it, he swipes a big thumb through the folds of his cunt, managing to get Chain's voice to pitch up juuust a bit. His tentacle responds in kind, firming up under his touch. They're easy, like this.

"Play nice for me, won't you please sweetheart?" Once again, he speaks to the tentacle and not the ghoul it's attached to. "You're too full, I know. Let's make you feel better." He then leans down and takes her in his mouth, one good slide back with no issue, especially after dealing with Alpha and Ifrit for years. Chain lets out a gasp, head falling back to just look at the mirror in the ceiling tiles, watching the whole thing like he's not even there.

But a warm hole, regardless of where or who's was all she needed. Chain's tentacle steadily pushes herself back and forth since Chain's a little too gone to thrust himself. Especially since Omega sloppily works his fingers into his cunt, kind enough to only really work the two right now. The eggs are pressing everywhere, it wouldn't be too good for either of them.

The exam room is heavy with panted breath and slick sounds. And in their current predicament, there isn’t a whole lot of stamina. Only need. Omega’s hand on the tentacle feels her start to bulge, knowing she’s about to start depositing. Chain whines at the loss of his fingers, but also shudders at the feeling of all those eggs finally starting to leave. The quint is quick to pull a specimen tray close, stroking her until she starts to spill into the cold metal.

It’s a shame that all of these eggs are duds, having not been fertilized in time, it would have been quite the clutch. They’re still soft, but solid black. That doesn’t matter anymore. Chain’s finally at ease, no longer uncomfortable and even letting Omega press along his lower abdomen to check for any potential stragglers. “Good job.” He says quietly, happy to have been able to give him this relief. But they’re not really done here, and Chain could nearly cry when he feels the bigger ghoul’s mouth on his cunt. He trembles, feet shaking and making the stirrups rattle a bit.

Omega’s had his sick fun, the pleasure in this whole little charade of a medical procedure. And to work him up so much, just to leave him hanging after the clutch was deposited is too cruel to all of them. But there’s no preamble, no wasting time. He wraps his lips around his fat clit, groaning as it twitches against him. His finger enters his cunt and hooks up to find that spot. His sole focus right now is getting the water ghoul to cum, preferably against his face. Chain would die if anyone could hear him now, whining and weakly rutting his hips down. This is a secret they’ll both take back to the Pit.

And it doesn’t take long, and Omega knows when it’s about to happen. He flicks his fat forked tongue over his clit, pressing upward as he quickly fingers Chain’s cunt. The water ghoul damn near cries as he cums, gushing a mixture of fluids onto Omega’s face, just like he wanted. “Good fuckin boy.” He groans, a soft puff of breath blowing out against Chain’s skin.

[techyghoul]

Having the overwhelming thought of Mist railing Mountain with their tentacle and he’s just such a mess about it and I needed to share my suffering w you

[techyghoul]

Thinking about Cirrus who has to take meds but has a hard time getting off because of it, and Sunshine more than happy to "take one for the team" and drown in her.

Transfem Sunshine, cock for her anatom, oral sex, referenced quintessence but none in practice, kinda face sitting.

Cirrus kneels on the bed, sighs falling from her lips as she has one hand against the wall. Does she need it? No. Sunshine’s got her, wouldn’t let her fall with the way her arms are curled around her thighs, but Cirrus needs to hold onto something since she can’t quite get to those curly locks below her.

She’s ever the giver, never the receiver, so such filthy sounds are a treat. Sunshine’s worshiping her for as long as she’s allowed, licking and sucking at her folds with reverence with a singular goal in mind.

Cirrus has always had trouble reaching that big O like the other Ghoulettes have. The beautiful sound she’s wrung out of all of them and the glorious aftershocks. She was like that both before, and after starting migraine medications, but even less now. It’s not that she doesn’t have them, but they’re just…. Small, only enough to scratch the itch. A warm, tingly sensation that that washes away just as fast as it arrived.

Sunshine has been working on it. Scrolling endless threads of people exchanging tips and tricks for both themselves and their partners. She’s been at it all day, getting her riled up to begin with, then getting her like this. She’s managed to get her to cum once, and she’s so eager to get another. “That’s it.” She mumbles against her thigh, thumb taking over the work of rolling over her clit and applying that delicious pressure. Cirrus is uncharacteristically leaning against the wall, and the headboard at this point. Little open mouthed pants and moans falling from her. “Yeah, let go honey.” Sunshine urges her, slipping a finger inside of her.

She knows the air Ghoulette doesn’t allow much inside, also an affect of the medication. She won’t push that limit anymore than allowed. But when Cirrus tries to reach down for her hair when she brushes the pad of her finger across that one spot, she knows to keep it up. She’s also read that one good external orgasm can lead the way to a good internal one. “Yeah? That good?” Sunshine chides, knowing the answer.

“Yeah. Yeah— Fuuuck.” Cirrus moans, music to her ears as she tries to rock her hips down. The multi Ghoulette moves, removing her thumb from her clit to suck instead while she continues to stroke along her walls with her finger. Not applying pressure just yet but enough to get her really going. She can feel Cirrus' thighs shaking from the feeling, hear her pants come out more labored and faster than before. Fuck, she can smell how close she is. It makes her cock kick and leak against her belly. But that's for another time. Sunny doesn't need to be told shes cumming, she can feel her spasm around her finger, so instead she starts to crook her finger and apply pressure to get her seeing stars.

For Cirrus, it's insane to feel this good. It's one of the strongest orgasms she's been eased into without the help of quintessence. Flooding her senses with warmth and a decent hum of overstimulation. Sunshine actually has to reach up and hold her up as she sucks her clit through the aftershocks.

"That's it. Good girl." She coos, letting Cirrus have a moment to get back to her senses before she dares to mover her, and then herself. But after a moment, Cirrus looks down at her with a different hunger. "Fuck, I'm gonna suck you off until you can't give me anymore.

Sunny's in for a long night. And she loves it.

[techyghoul]

Hi Moon,

I send you a request a few months ago and I really tried to be patient because I know you have a lot of request. The request was about Dew on his way to the greenhouse and slipping, losing consciousness, it's snowing and he lays out there for some time. The others then finding him and it's all medical drama and he drops and needs a lot of comfort.

Now that I'm writing about it, it seems to be a little bit to heavy for this blog, so I would be totally okay with you posting it on your main blog.

I just hope that you writing that at all because I love your writing and it brings me so much comfort. Sorry this got so long👉🏻👈🏻

Your the best❤️

PS: if you allow me to have an identifier it would be that one 🎮

This one absolutely did not want to be written but I hope its ok 🩷

Cw: Dew hits his head on ice, memory issues, Dew being scared of the pack, very upset Rain, Omega has to be firm once, of course comfort! Mostly cg aether

Dews boots skid as he makes his way down the hill to the greenhouse. Rain had forgotten his dinosaur and his legs were hurting so badly he'd dropped further than usual, crying and asking for Basil. Dew left him with Mountain and headed out into the cold.

He doesn't mind the cold, the fire in his veins keeping him warm and he's more than happy to do it if it'll bring Rain comfort. He thinks of his big, sad blue eyes looking at him, confessing he'd left Basil in the greenhouse. He was out the door the second the first tear fell down his little cheek.

He's not thinking about anything beyond getting back to Rain, of grabbing the dinosaur and getting back inside to comfort his little ghoul, to sit in front of the fire keeping him warm while Mountain reads out loud for him. Keeping him safe between his two favorite people.

Hes not watching his footing, he's not thinking about the ice, he's not worried about anything around him until he feels his feet slip out from beneath him and he's falling back so fast he doesn't have time to put his hands back to protect his head.

He knows he's going down hard, he knows he's going to smack his head on the ice, he knows he's alone...

Dews head hits the ground and everything goes dark.

~~

Rain flinches beside Mountain, his little hands gripping Mountain's arm. His heart races but he can't quite get the words off of his tongue, his brain is moving too quick and the panic rises in his chest.

"Rain-"

"Papa!" He manages between gasping breaths and Mountain pulls him close, trying to comfort the sudden panic.

Mountain's about to ask what's wrong but he hears Aether racing down the stairs, smells the distress in the air as he runs by the common room and straight out the door.

He rocks the little ghoul, smoothing his hair down and kissing the top of his head, promising him it's ok.

"Papa...."

He squeezes him closer, his own heart starting to race the more Rain panics.

~~~

Aether can't remember the last time he had run so fast. He doesn't even know where he's going, he just follows his magic, lets his bond with Dew guide him. His stomach rolls and his heart might just stop when he spots him on the ground, eyes closed and pale.

If it wasn't for his magic he would think the worst, but he can feel his heart beating as if it's his own. He hits his knees and checks for injury, his magic weaving around Dew's unconscious body and mind.

He's careful when he picks him up, making sure his head and neck don't move too much. He's quick but careful as he makes his way back to the Abbey, heading straight for the infirmary once he's inside.

"Omega!" He sets Dew on the bed, starting to remove his boots and snow damp clothes.

"Aether." He grabs his wrist gently, his magic dancing through his eyes. "Go grab a gown. I can't focus on him with your magic all frantic like this. Go take a breath."

"But-"

"I'm not asking."

Omega rarely uses that tone with Aether and it leaves no room for argument. He knows he needs to calm down, he knows it'll help nothing if he's panicked but the idea of leaving Dew...

"Aether."

"I'm going."

He takes another look at Dew before he pulls the curtains and wanders out into the hall to take a few breaths. He'll be ok, he has to be. Aether feels his hands shaking and his stomach knots, Dew's mind is already such a fragile thing, the thought of it getting jostled more and possibly cracking it makes his head spin.

By the time he feels calm enough to go back in and grab the gown, Dew has dropped completely and Omega has a pinch between his brows as he focuses.

Aether swallows hard, his arms aching to reach out and grab the baby, to comfort him even though he still lays unconscious.

"I can't find anything serious. Definitely hit his head pretty good but he seems ok."

Omega moves back and let's Aether get the tiny ghoul dressed, knowing he needs reassurance for himself that Dew really was ok.

His heart unclenches when Dew stirs, when his eyes finally flutter open. He's not fully prepared for him to flinch away from his touch, to pull his little limbs away, for his eyes to go black and the scent of fear to fill the air.

"It's ok baby it's just me-"

The baby flinches, turning his head away from Aether, panicked breaths making him wheeze.

"Dew..." He flinches again and Aether turns panicked eyes toward Omega. The older Quint is already moving, already letting his magic poke around to find what had gone wrong.

Aether jumps when he hears Rain's little voice quickly followed by Cumulus talking softly. Omega doesn't have time to say anything before the little ghoul is pulling the curtain open looking for his Papa.

The baby freezes, body locking up completely with more people closing in on him, his space being invaded by faces he can't quite place right now.

"What happened?" It's Cumulus that speaks, one hand on Rain's shoulder, the other on Mountain's back.

"He hit his head on the ice." Omega doesn't bother letting Aether answer, he's better under pressure anyway.

"Oh my poor baby." She moves to touch the back of his hand. "Mammas-"

He wails when he hears the word, screams as loud as his weak little lungs will allow and her face goes pale and Mountain looks ready to be sick on the floor and Aether can tell he's trying, fighting tooth and nail to not drop right now in front of Rain.

The little water ghoul presses his face against Mountain's side, crying and shaking.

"S'my fault!"

Omega growls. "Everyone out! I need to focus on him and I can't with everyone else's emotions clouding over his."

Rain cries harder and Mountain picks him up, cradling him up to his neck. He understands that Omega didn't mean to be harsh but Dew was his priority.

"Keep us posted."

Aether just nods, words not really wanting to come out, eyes still locked on Dew.

"I need to get in his head. I'll need you to keep everyone out of here so I can focus."

"No. No I'll do it." He shakes his head. "He doesn't like when anyone looks but-"

Omega nods. "You're sure? I can do it if it's going to be too much, la mia stella." (My star)

"Yeah, it's fine." Aether sits carefully beside Dew, biting back tears when the baby tenses when Aether's hand gets close to him. "Tá tú sábháilte..." (You're safe)

He slips into his mind, the fog of old memories is thick and he feels Omega rest a hand on his shoulder to keep him grounded, a light to find his way back. He hears the echoing screams he knows almost as well as Dew himself.

None of it is anything Aether hadn't seen before, he knows these memories he knows the shapes of the shadows and exactly who they are. What is surprising is when the memories from only moments ago play out, he can feel that Dew recognizes them, that he knows he knows who they are but their faces get mixed and jumbled with the others and he can't quite seperate them right now.

He can see himself, feel how Dew wants to reach for him but the image shifts and blurs and he's unsure if it really is Aether, if he's really safe.

It gives him at least a little bit of comfort that they aren't completely lost in his mind, that they are still there and that the fog is slowly starting to clear.

Aether pulls from his mind slowly and leans against Omega.

"He's ok, thoughts are just a little jumbled."

"Do you want to go talk to them or do you want me to?"

"You. Please." He pinches the bridge of his nose. "I just want to...I just want to stay with him."

Omega pulls him into a hug, squeezing him for a bit before he heads out to update Mountain and Cumulus. Aether doesn't let himself worry about what he's going to tell them, he turns all his focus on the baby.

He's still shaking, eyes still dark and Aether finds a spare soother and offers it to him. He smiles when he takes it, his chest feeling lighter.

"Ansin téann tú, tá sé sin níos fearr." (There you go, that's better)

He hums as he moves around the small space, checking over things out of habit and to keep his hands busy. He can feel Dews eyes on him but the color hasn't returned yet, just glassy little eyes following the shape of him moving around.

He sits in the rocking chair, mindlessly scrolling on his phone, keeping watch over the baby. He lets his magic sit around him, keeping the pain away, letting Dew feel it until he remembers that he knows it, that is always had been and always would be safe.

He's not sure how long he sits there but his eyes are tired and he tips his head back with a sigh. Omega had come in to tell him that everyone went home, that Rain had slipped way further than usual, blaming himself for Dew getting hurt. He checked over Dew one more time before wandering off so the tiny ghoul didn't feel crowded as his mind cleared.

Aether is just starting to doze when Dew shifts against the bed, whimpering, clearly uncomfortable.

He moves slowly closer to him, ready to move him to help settle him. He almost falls over when he sees his big orange eyes.

"Daidí..."

He thinks he could cry when he lifts him carefully, cradling him up against his chest. "Sea leanbh tá mé anseo." (Yeah baby I'm here)

Dew snuggles closer into Aether's chest, his tiny fingers tugging at the fabric of his shirt as he clings.

"Ow....daidí ow..."

"I know, I'm sorry you got hurt, firefly." He kisses his forehead. He pulls his phone out and texts Mountain, letting him know Dew is ok. He agrees when the giant asks if he can bring Rain for a few minutes.

He gets Dew wrapped up more comfortably in in a blanket and sits back in the chair with him, humming while he waits for them to get down to the infirmary.

Cumulus is the first in, eyes full of concern and hesitance. But Dew turns his head toward her and holds his arms out for her to take him from Aether. She scoops him up quickly, kissing the top of his head while he nuzzles close to her neck.

Mountain carries Rain in, the little ghoul clinging tight, a soother in his mouth and eyes puffy from crying.

"Mor!" Dew winces when his own voice is too loud, a pinch between his brows.

Aether watches the little water ghoul relax when Dew greets him, he watches Mountains eyes clear from the worry.

Rain turns his head and reaches out to touch Dew. The tiny ghoul let's him hold his hand, blinking slow and content in Lus' arms.

When Dew squirms and fusses, Lus hands him back to Aether gently before saying goodnight and taking their leave so Dew can rest.

"Aef..."

Aether lays on the bed with Dew tucked close beside him. He can't even begin to put into words how happy he is to hear his name, Dews sweet little voice asking for him when he was so terrified they would be lost to him.

"I've got you." He kisses the top of his head and watches Dew's eyes start to close, letting his magic run over and through him to keep watch over him during the night. "I'm not going anywhere."

[techyghoul]

Ghoulette Appreciation weeks 2024: Week 4 - Trans ghouls 💖

@jesusbutbetterrr thank you for your beautiful prompt list and to everyone who participated ily

T4T Sunny and Dewdrop ahead!!!! Cock for Sunny’s anatomy, dick and folds for Dewdrop’s.

MATURE CONTENT BELOW THE CUT: Dew basically chasing the high of fucking Sunny w/ a strap. It’s choppy bcs I’m high kinda. Also implied thigh fuckin.

Sunny practically purrs as she lays face down on Dew’s bed, her ass up for him as he slowly pushes in his strap. She loves the slow stretch, the way he takes his time and relishes in the way the silicone disappears inside her, moaning as the back of the strap puts the most glorious amount of pressure on his swollen tdick.

Dew can feel himself dripping between his thighs, fairly certain there’s one long strand running down between him and the sheets. But he can smell the arousal on Sunny, and he knows for a fact her cock keeps kicking and dribbling pre when he does manage to push her into the sheets. In face he can feel the way her body clenches, the way that it seems to suck him back inside her and the slight pull it has on the harness around his waist. “Fuckin’ greedy little hole.” There’s a slight growl in his voice, a little possessive, very turned in.

Sunshines keen to lay there and take it, more so enjoying the way Dew gets riled up fucking her. He gets so into it. Into his own mind, watching her body react, watching the strap move. It’s intoxicating to him. But she purrs, literally purrs with each ram of his hips into hers. She’d happily let him chase his pleasure with her. Absolutely fucking loves it. “Yeah right there baby.” She moans softly, mostly egg him on and get him bothered. But the way Dewdrop will start to snap his hips and plow into her is just *too good.*

Gets him angling his hips just right, and fast enough to really get her leaking all over the bed, face down in the sheets. She knows the way it’s going he’s going to cum from just this alone, from the sweet pressure of the strap rubbing and bumping him in a delicious way. It’s not much longer before he actually does, shuddering and being bent over her back from the sheer force of his orgasm.

Soon, he’ll be fucked out, clingy, and so sweet with her. And Sunny won’t be able to help herself from sliding between his slick folds and thighs and chasing her own pleasure.

[techyghoul]

Burning Desire

Rating: NSFW MDNI

Main content:

Sunshine's rut is nearly over and it's driving her insane.

Trans Fem Sunshine, cock and knot used to refer to her anatomy.

CW: Aurora's already fucked out of her mind, cunnilingus (and Sunshine getting mildly pussy drunk), needy soft rut sex

Read on AO3 or below the cut!

They’ve been at this for hours, though at this point it feels like days. Sunshine is ravenous and can’t truly be satiated. Not until she gets what she needs, what she so desperately wants, what she needs. Aurora lays under her, exhausted in the best way she can think off. Oversensitivity has worn away, and Sunny is still above her kissing away every bad feeling. They both know it’s not a matter of if, but when the older ghoulette will be insatiable again.

“So good for me.” She whispers right in Aurora’s ear, breath bringing a new wave of goosebumps to her skin and a shiver down her neck. “Always so good for me, so pretty.” The new multi ghoulette’s head lulls back over until they’re nose to nose, Sunny takes the initiative to nuzzle sweetly against her. “That’s my pretty girl.” She smiles proudly at her, foreheads pressed together. The rut slowly returns, evident in widening pupils, the way her scent amplifies, and the feeling of her cock filling back up against Aurora’s thigh.

Sunny’s starting to get lost in her own rut addled mind, making the sweetest sounds Satan has to offer as she grinds herself against Aurora’s thighs. “It’s back.” She warns, as if the smaller ghoulette can’t smell it. Tired hands come back up on her body, with the added hormone sim the mix it makes her all the more receptive to Aurora’s touch. The elder should be just about spent. One more round should do it.

Sunny isn’t as desperate as the others, the added estrogen seeming to curb the higher emotions associated with a rut. But she’s just as needy. “Touch me, Sunny.” Aurora breaths out. Even in her ruined state it’s what she craves above all else. And oh, does Sunny want to.

The other multi ghoulette sighs, her mouth parted and watering as she looks down to the younger. She trails her lips everywhere, her neck, clavicle. To her chest, one dusky nipple, and down her torso. All the way until she’s between her legs. She drinks in all the sweet sounds and whimpers Aurora makes along the way. Sunny knows she’s tired, she’s been so good for her through this rut. “So good.” She whispers like a prayer, nosing along her thigh, pressing gentle kisses to the supple flesh.

Aurora makes a sound between a moan and a whimper, back already arching as firm hands hold her legs up and hook them around Sunshine's shoulders. She starts off easy, sweet, kittenish licks at her core. Oversensitivity threatens to com back into Aurora's state of being, but she backs off before that can happen. Instead Sunshine, ever the doting partner, moves back to kissing at her thighs and murmuring praise like a soft prayer. Just because it doesn’t hit Aurora's ears doesn't mean she can't feel them.

After a while, Sunshine feels starved enough to start rutting her cock into the sheets below, moaning into Aurora’s folds. “Need you Darlin’” She pants, looking up to her with lust crazed eyes. “I need you so bad.” Aurora looks, biting her lip a little as she takes in Sunshine’s state. How badly she wants her, how she craves her.

“Roll me over doll.” She finally sighs, feeling like overstimulation is no longer an issue. And oh Sunny’s so gentle with her, even propping her hips up with a pillow so she can just lay there. “There we go princess.” Sunshine sighs as she kisses the shell of her ear, then down her back in absolute reverence, still gently positioning her body. Aurora feels used in the best way possible at this moment, especially when Sunny ruts herself against her cunt. The younger ghoulette whines for it, gasping as she slips inside her once again.

Sunshine's once again lost in Aurora’s heat, nearly doubling over onto her back as she gently rocks her hips to start them off. She’s full of desire, but nothing matters more than keeping Aurora comfortable, at least until she’s begging her for more. They’ll get there eventually. It satiates her rut enough just being inside her. Below, Aurora makes some of the sweetest, fucked out sounds as she rocks her hips even the slightest.

“So pretty baby.” Sunny whispers into her ear, one hand sliding up the younger's body to toy with his nipple. She’s so responsive to Sunny’s touch, gasping with each touch. Aurora shivers as she does so, bringing her arms under her head to support herself, the arch in her back only adding to pleasure already building in her gut. The way she clamps down around Sunny’s cock makes the elder go absolutely wild, encouraging her to rut her hips forward until they’re flush together, and then some. That’s when enough is enough, being buried in her heat is driving Sunshine absolutely insane. She wraps an arm around Aurora’s tiny waist, another going under one armpit and over the opposite shoulder. Sure that Aurora isn’t going anywhere, she flips them over until the little ghoulette is resting against her chest with Sunny now on her back. Feeling the weight shift makes Aurora moan louder.

Sunshine gives her a moment to settle before her hands travel to her thighs and hoists them up, effectively pinning her to her chest. “Oh fuck-“ Aurora moans louder, her head falling back on the elders shoulder as a brutal pace is set. Sunshine jackhammers her hips upward into the younger’s, overall consumed by desire to bury herself in her warmth and give into the. Instinct that’s plaguing her body. At this point it’s the only thing driving the elder multi ghoulette, to satisfy the burning need in her body. It’s driving her to wrench some of the most beautiful sound’s from Aurora above her, already so fucked out that she just clings onto Sunshine due to the overwhelming pleasure filling her body. “Come on baby,” Sunshine whispers to her, reaching to ghost her finger’s over Aurora’s clit in a way that has her absolutely howling above her. It doesn’t take much more from there, Aurora’s body starts to spasm in her orgasm, and Sunshine knowing her so well at this point, presses her knot inside. The younger gasps, clenching around it and sending Sunny right into her own head spinning orgasm.

Sunshine presses her nose into her hairline, still panting and damn near shaking, but her hold on Aurora is tight. She isn’t moving until she’s ready to. To Aurora, it feel’s like forever until she can hear anything but the blood running past her ears. The first thing she hears is Sunshine, finally come down from her high and humming to her as she comes back to reality.

[techyghoul]

Burning Desire

Rating: NSFW MDNI

Main content:

Sunshine's rut is nearly over and it's driving her insane.

Trans Fem Sunshine, cock and knot used to refer to her anatomy.

CW: Aurora's already fucked out of her mind, cunnilingus (and Sunshine getting mildly pussy drunk), needy soft rut sex

Read on AO3 or below the cut!

They’ve been at this for hours, though at this point it feels like days. Sunshine is ravenous and can’t truly be satiated. Not until she gets what she needs, what she so desperately wants, what she needs. Aurora lays under her, exhausted in the best way she can think off. Oversensitivity has worn away, and Sunny is still above her kissing away every bad feeling. They both know it’s not a matter of if, but when the older ghoulette will be insatiable again.

“So good for me.” She whispers right in Aurora’s ear, breath bringing a new wave of goosebumps to her skin and a shiver down her neck. “Always so good for me, so pretty.” The new multi ghoulette’s head lulls back over until they’re nose to nose, Sunny takes the initiative to nuzzle sweetly against her. “That’s my pretty girl.” She smiles proudly at her, foreheads pressed together. The rut slowly returns, evident in widening pupils, the way her scent amplifies, and the feeling of her cock filling back up against Aurora’s thigh.

Sunny’s starting to get lost in her own rut addled mind, making the sweetest sounds Satan has to offer as she grinds herself against Aurora’s thighs. “It’s back.” She warns, as if the smaller ghoulette can’t smell it. Tired hands come back up on her body, with the added hormone sim the mix it makes her all the more receptive to Aurora’s touch. The elder should be just about spent. One more round should do it.

Sunny isn’t as desperate as the others, the added estrogen seeming to curb the higher emotions associated with a rut. But she’s just as needy. “Touch me, Sunny.” Aurora breaths out. Even in her ruined state it’s what she craves above all else. And oh, does Sunny want to.

The other multi ghoulette sighs, her mouth parted and watering as she looks down to the younger. She trails her lips everywhere, her neck, clavicle. To her chest, one dusky nipple, and down her torso. All the way until she’s between her legs. She drinks in all the sweet sounds and whimpers Aurora makes along the way. Sunny knows she’s tired, she’s been so good for her through this rut. “So good.” She whispers like a prayer, nosing along her thigh, pressing gentle kisses to the supple flesh.

Aurora makes a sound between a moan and a whimper, back already arching as firm hands hold her legs up and hook them around Sunshine's shoulders. She starts off easy, sweet, kittenish licks at her core. Oversensitivity threatens to com back into Aurora's state of being, but she backs off before that can happen. Instead Sunshine, ever the doting partner, moves back to kissing at her thighs and murmuring praise like a soft prayer. Just because it doesn’t hit Aurora's ears doesn't mean she can't feel them.

After a while, Sunshine feels starved enough to start rutting her cock into the sheets below, moaning into Aurora’s folds. “Need you Darlin’” She pants, looking up to her with lust crazed eyes. “I need you so bad.” Aurora looks, biting her lip a little as she takes in Sunshine’s state. How badly she wants her, how she craves her.

“Roll me over doll.” She finally sighs, feeling like overstimulation is no longer an issue. And oh Sunny’s so gentle with her, even propping her hips up with a pillow so she can just lay there. “There we go princess.” Sunshine sighs as she kisses the shell of her ear, then down her back in absolute reverence, still gently positioning her body. Aurora feels used in the best way possible at this moment, especially when Sunny ruts herself against her cunt. The younger ghoulette whines for it, gasping as she slips inside her once again.

Sunshine's once again lost in Aurora’s heat, nearly doubling over onto her back as she gently rocks her hips to start them off. She’s full of desire, but nothing matters more than keeping Aurora comfortable, at least until she’s begging her for more. They’ll get there eventually. It satiates her rut enough just being inside her. Below, Aurora makes some of the sweetest, fucked out sounds as she rocks her hips even the slightest.

“So pretty baby.” Sunny whispers into her ear, one hand sliding up the younger's body to toy with his nipple. She’s so responsive to Sunny’s touch, gasping with each touch. Aurora shivers as she does so, bringing her arms under her head to support herself, the arch in her back only adding to pleasure already building in her gut. The way she clamps down around Sunny’s cock makes the elder go absolutely wild, encouraging her to rut her hips forward until they’re flush together, and then some. That’s when enough is enough, being buried in her heat is driving Sunshine absolutely insane. She wraps an arm around Aurora’s tiny waist, another going under one armpit and over the opposite shoulder. Sure that Aurora isn’t going anywhere, she flips them over until the little ghoulette is resting against her chest with Sunny now on her back. Feeling the weight shift makes Aurora moan louder.

Sunshine gives her a moment to settle before her hands travel to her thighs and hoists them up, effectively pinning her to her chest. “Oh fuck-“ Aurora moans louder, her head falling back on the elders shoulder as a brutal pace is set. Sunshine jackhammers her hips upward into the younger’s, overall consumed by desire to bury herself in her warmth and give into the. Instinct that’s plaguing her body. At this point it’s the only thing driving the elder multi ghoulette, to satisfy the burning need in her body. It’s driving her to wrench some of the most beautiful sound’s from Aurora above her, already so fucked out that she just clings onto Sunshine due to the overwhelming pleasure filling her body. “Come on baby,” Sunshine whispers to her, reaching to ghost her finger’s over Aurora’s clit in a way that has her absolutely howling above her. It doesn’t take much more from there, Aurora’s body starts to spasm in her orgasm, and Sunshine knowing her so well at this point, presses her knot inside. The younger gasps, clenching around it and sending Sunny right into her own head spinning orgasm.

Sunshine presses her nose into her hairline, still panting and damn near shaking, but her hold on Aurora is tight. She isn’t moving until she’s ready to. To Aurora, it feel’s like forever until she can hear anything but the blood running past her ears. The first thing she hears is Sunshine, finally come down from her high and humming to her as she comes back to reality.

[techyghoul]

A Little Guidance

Rating: General, SFW

Main content: Questioning gender, making sense of things, Mist basically being a proud parent, discussion of trans Ghouls, Phantom's pronouns change as their perspective changes.

Phantom's still making sense of the world now that they're topside, but a nagging feeling persists. If anyone would get it, Mist would.

Read on AO3 or below the cut! Catch up on the matriarchal ghouls headcanons here.

Having physical form was not the problem, it was just this one.

Going from an almost animal-like form with claws, paw pads and cat-like hind quarters to a mostly humanoid one was something entirely. It was explained by Omega that this form was to help him in this world, with less things to glamor, he could reserve his energy throughout the day. So, save for retractable claws, a tail, and pointed ears, Phantom's body was entirely humanoid. He went from centuries (in human time) of being one way, to being another in a matter of moments.

It made sense, in a way, but makes it no less odd. On days when he's particularly tired, he can't help but stare at his new lanky form. Either staring down at it or looking at himself in the mirror. It still doesn't feel like him. But there’s also the feeling that Phantom isn’t a him. Everyone keeps saying it and while it doesn’t feel wrong, it doesn’t feel entirely right either.

If anyone would get it, it’s Mist. They’ll understand, or at least be able to help Phantom verbalize this feeling.

Phantom’s never been so automatic in his movements, opting to walk out of the dens main room and go seek out Mist in their room. In fact, the young Quint finds themselves knocking quickly on the door in such a way that Mist opens with a panic. “Satan below, what’s wrong Little Quint? Who’s hurt?” Their usual laid-back way of being replaced with worry hits Phantom in a way that almost brings tears. “No one just… I don’t know. I need your help." The elder ghoul sees this and brings them into their room quickly. “Start from the top, Phantom. Tell me what’s going on.” Mist ushers them to the bed, sitting at the side so that they’re both eye level with one another.

“This form is just… it’s something I can’t figure out. It still doesn’t feel like me.” There are raw emotions there, how limbs still don’t feel real, and dealing with things like glamours just twists it. “And everyone keeps saying things about me and it’s just… nothing feels right.”

Most stares for a moment, processing what Phantom’s said. “I need you to expand on what doesn’t feel right. Is it the body? Is it what people say you are? Or is it both?” Phantom has to sit there and stew with those words, what was worse? “Omega thinks the body will just take time. But it’s the other thing. Everyone keeps calling me he, but that doesn’t feel right. Like it’s not wrong but it’s not nice?” The water ghoul raises an eyebrow, having some ideas. “Okay, how does she feel? Better? Worse? The same?”

“It’s the same. No different, no worse.” Phantom shrugs. Ah, there it is. And now Mist does really get it. “Okay. So, you haven’t met too many humans yet, just the siblings and papa. I’ll try my best to explain it like it was explained to me, okay?” Mist speaks with a smile, and Phantom nods. “So, humans like this thing called the gender binary. Male and female. It’s an easy way to classify things sometimes. But life doesn’t always fit in either category. You know, there grey area in things.” Phantom is still oh so lost in these human concepts, but he seems to understand. Humans tend to see things as either or.

“Humans call this being non-binary. Not quite male, or quite female. You’re like me, honey.” They smile, almost proudly. “You want to go by they and them, or anything? Or something specific?”

“There’s a choice?” The younger ghoul asks, a bit bewildered. “Uh, I think the first one. I dunno.” Mist knows that all too well, and chuckles. “Got it kiddo.” They both sit in silence for a moment, Mist there as Phantom gets his head around it all. It can be overwhelming at first. “I know feeling your body is new. But is it a bad feeling when you see yourself? Anything you’d change if you were able?”

“Nothing like that it just. It doesn’t feel like it’s mine? Like everything’s so different and weird. But I wouldn’t say bad?” Phantom shrugs. “I don’t dislike the way I look. Maybe some of the clothes aren’t the greatest…” A thought struck him. “Is that what Dew felt?” Dew had been a ghoul Phantom stuck to on a regular. The fire ghoul made him feel safe, and they always knew he would be honest with them. So, they’ve seen the scars on his chest, but never really questioned it. They asked if they were his gills once, but Dew only laughed and pointed to the scars on his neck for that. Phantom has also seen him naked, but never quite put together the differences in everyone’s bodies. And with what Mist has told them, the wheels are turning.

“Kind of yeah. But that’s for him to tell you, okay? That’s not my place.” Mist smiles, wrapping and arm around Phantom. “You got a lot to learn kid, but you aren’t by yourself. Not for a single moment, okay? I’m happy you came to me.” They look on like a proud parent, something Phantom’s grateful for. “Don’t go figuring out everything in an entire day, it makes it more confusing. Some know right away, and others don’t. No real rhyme or reason to it.”

“So we can just…” The younger ghoul trails off. “Figure it out together?” Mist sees how timid they are, but it’s a frightening thing that navigate in a situation like this. Summoned to a world with rules and nonsense that’s confusing, on top of that there’s feelings too.

“Day by day. Yeah. So…. Let’s start with how we feel today?” They prompt the other with a small grin, again, watching the wheels turn inside the little Quint’s head. But it’s all starting to make some sense, and by the Morningstar, Phantom’s grateful. “Feminine?” They sound unsure. “No worries. We can rock with that. Plus, I’m sure if you ask nicely the girls would love to have an excuse to dress you up. Lus has this great make-up collection and all that. I know they had a blast with Aurora, I’m sure they’ll have a blast with you too.” Mist knows this with absolute certainty, for it’s how they’ve welcomed all the others like them in their time together. Phantom just, sits for a moment to think about it, a small blush in their face. “I can do it?”

The water ghoul nods. “Yeah you can. When it was Dew’s time I think all the guys took him out on a hunt. He still talks about it.” As it was their first go round as a proper matriarch, Mist looks on that fondly, how Dew came bounding up all excited with a stags antler in his hands, Alpha tagging behind with the other massive horn, a token for his first hunt now proudly displayed above the fireplace in his room. “And I took Sunny out shopping when she told me. So for you, it’s whatever you want.”

It’s hours later, the giggling has stopped in Cumulus and Cirrus’ room. Mist finds that’s a good time to go check on how things have gone. As they expected, it the lights are low now, Phantom and Aurora are inseparable as ever. Like when they first arrived, they cling around one another, Aurora’s small stature proving to be anything but her disposition as she takes a more dominant role in cradling Phantom to her chest. Cumulus is sat up in a corner, head tilting to one side, Cirrus’ head is in her lap. And at Phantom and Aurora’s side is Sunshine. The only one still really awake in all this mess of clothes and blankets, she smiles proudly as she looks at Phantom, all pretty and made up for the first time. Mist can see the absolute beaming pride on her face, a look they’ve worn themselves when they did this for her. There’s also pride in being a matriarch for the pack, for caring for someone and guiding them when they need you.

[techyghoul]

do you have any mommy lus thoughts to share today? 🥺

Dear sweet anon, I always have thought to share about mommy Lus.

The bed creaks as Cumulus rocks her hips forwards, watching as the purple silicone disappears into Mountain. Mountain whimpers at the feeling, feeling Cumulus stretching him out. She’d picked one of the bigger dildos from her collection, normally she’d let him pick, but today she had this one in particular on her mind. The image of her stretching him out was one she’d had vividly stuck in her mind all day.  

She strokes down the inside of his thigh watching as the muscles twitch under her touch.  “Doing so well for me, baby.” 

Mountain whines, his head rolling back into the pillow as he spreads his legs even wider to accommodate her.  “S-shit, feels so g-good, mommy.”

She pulls out before pushing herself back in and repeating the rolling of her hips, getting faster and faster each time. 

“Yeah? That feel good? You like mommy fucking you?” 

Mountain arches his back with a long moan, his cock gives a hard twitch where it’s resting on his belly, rapidly leaking into his belly.  “Y-yeah-ah fuck- mommy. S-so good.” 

Cumulus moves him so his legs are thrown over her shoulders and pushes herself in as deep as she can, until her hips her hitting against his ass with each thrust. She kisses down his right leg, rubbing her cheek against his calf, and rubs her hand up the over one gently stroking him. 

“Such a good boy for me. So sweet, aren’t you?”

Mountain arches his back even more as he whines, his hand coming to fist over his cock so fast it’s a blur.  “Ah shit-mommy-fuck. I’m gunna-I’m-mommy.”

“Yeah? Gunna cum, baby?” She kisses at his leg again. “Gunna make a mess for me?” 

Mountain keens, all high pitched and feminine, and his whole body shakes as he feels his orgasm draw closer and closer.  “Yeah, shit Mommy. I’m- I’m gunna cum, gunna cum.” 

Cumulus picks up her thrusts even more, the bed squeaking even more.  “That’s it, good boy, my good boy.” 

Mountain’s eyes roll back into his skull and his he shudders before his whole body goes stiff as he cums all over his fist and up his belly and chest.

Cumulus slows her thrusting until she’s grinding slowly into him and reaches up to run a thumb over his cheek.  “That’s it. So pretty when you cum.” She kisses his leg again. “My pretty boy.” 

Mountain whines, his hips bucking as he tried to get Cumulus deeper into him again.  “Oh, you want to go again? You want another one?” Cumulus coos at him. 

Mountain bits his lip, looking up at her from behind his eyelashes. 

“Yes please, mommy.” 

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The back of the tour bus was dark but not quiet. Phantom’s whine and whimpers echoed around the small space as Cumulus sinks down into him repeatedly. 

He had his arms warped around her waist, gripping at her tail behind her, his face buried into her tits as she keeps riding him. She’s pulled two orgasms from him already and she had no intention of stopping anytime soon. 

“Ah, fuck Mommy.” He squeezes at her ass, trying to pull her down to get himself deeper inside her. 

Cumulus groans, throwing her head back.  “Fuck, you feel so good. So good for mommy, baby.” Her hands come up to knead at her tits. 

Phantom whines as he watches her squeeze at her own tits, as she pinches at her nipples. He can feel as she twitches around him, hot and hard, and he can’t help but keen, his hips bucking up into her. 

“M-mommy, please.” He kneads at her hip so hard his claws almost dig into her flesh. 

Cumulus moves her hand from her tit and places two fingers under his chin, tilting his head back. She brings their lips together in a messy kiss. She licks into his mouth making him whimper and buck his hips even more. 

She pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connects their lips before Phantom brings his fingers up to his lips and smears it around. 

“Messy boy.” Cumulus cards her fingers through his hair, pulling his head back by the locks. 

Phantom moans, squeezing at her hips even harder.  “Mommy, please.” 

Cumulus hums, rolling her hips down harder.  “What is it, what do you want?” 

Phantom whines, his head falling forward to rest his forehead on her chest. He mouths along the side of her breast, leaving little licks and bites as goes, until he gets to her nipple and sucks the pebbled bud into his mouth. 

He sighs out his nose as he sucks at her nipple, one hand coming up to knead at her other breast and pinch her nipple. 

Cumulus moans, throwing her head back, her hips spasming as she clenches around him  feeling her orgasm build in her gut.

“Oh, fuck. Feels so good, baby.” She pants out. “Making mommy feel so good, I’m gunna cum soon.” 

Phantoms whine, switching to her other nipple and sucks even harder then before, flicking his tongue over the bud. He wiggles a hand in between their bodies, dipping two fingers between her sticky folds and rubs circles on her clit. 

Cumulus clenches around him, feeling her orgasm build tighter and tighter in her belly until it forces it’s  way out of her. She bounces vigorously on his cock as she gushes around him , her thighs shaking with each intense wave. 

Phantom pulls off her nipple as her orgasm dies down and looks up at her with wonder filled eyes. 

“Wanna make you do that again, mommy. So hot.” 

And who was Cumulus to argue with that? 

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Cumulus sitting on the ghouls common room sofa with dew in her lap. Her hand wrapped around his cock, moving faster then he can keep up with, it’s barely been a minute maybe 30 seconds before he’s shaking and whining. 

“M-mommy! S-stop, please. You have to s-stop.” He pants into her shoulder. “I’m gunna c-cum.” 

Cumulus tuts at him, not slowing her hand. “Already? We’ve hardly started yet.”  He whines again, biting at her shoulder. “Feels so good, mommy. Too good. Can’t help it.” He bucks up into her hand with another whine. His thighs begin to shake as he bites off a moan as he feels his orgasm reach its peak and burn through his body like lava. 

He hides his face in her neck as he spills over her hand. 

“Done already, sweet boy” she coos while moving some of his hair out of his face with her clean hand. 

“I knew you were a bit of a minute man, but damn, that wasn’t even a full minute.” 

Dew just whines again and hides his face in her neck more.  “Don’t tease me.” 

“Oh, how could I not tease you for that, sweet boy.” She fists over his now half hard cock, sticky with his own release. 

“I wanna make you do it again. Let’s see if we can get you shooting off in even less time this time.” 

Dew moans, his hips bucking up into her fist.  “S-shit, mommy. S-Sensitive.” His thighs behind to shake as he fidgets in her lap. 

“Look at you, baby. So needy for me already.” 

Dew keens, high pitched,  and buries his head back into her neck.  “I’m-im-oh- shit, I’m gunna cum again.” 

Cumulus hums, pressing a kiss to his cheek.  “Cum for me baby. And maybe after you’ll get a treat for being such a good boy for me.” 

Dew arches his back and he cums across her fist with a high pitched moan for the second time within five minutes. 

[techyghoul]

my plan of the Abbey for my fic, Stand By Him

[techyghoul]

Please would you say alittle more about autistic Phantom and meltdowns? The representation is so validating to me, thanks sooo much for including it!!

These two were very similar so I'm putting them together!

I hope this is ok friends! I've had very limited experience but I've had a little bit so I'm mostly just drawing from that, I know everyone is different 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Cw: he/they Phantom, phantom is overwhelmed, brief mention of biting and scratching, taps and squeezes for communication, cg Swiss

It's too hot and all the faces start to swim around him. His suit feels thick and scratchy and it's so loud his ears throb. He doesn't want to be here right now but he has to, the Yule celebration in full swing and all the band ghoul's are expected to be there.

He tries to keep away from the thickest swell of the crowd but people keep moving closer and bumping against him. their scents are all wrong and his stomach twists with nervous energy and his hands shake around the glass he's holding.

Everyone is scattered and he can't find anyone safe to cling to, he can't find a familiar hand to hold. He feels his brain like it's on fire, like every thought he's ever had is running circles around his mind and bouncing off of his skull.

His eyes sting and though he's wearing a mask he's still afraid of anyone seeing his wet eyes and knowing, figuring out he's just not cut out for this job and sending him back to the pit.

A glass breaks and that does it, severs the last of his control and he slams his hands over his ears as hard as he can. His knees start to shake and he tries, he tries so hard to keep himself standing but he wants to be small, wants to curl in on himself so no one can see him.

"Bug?"

He jumps and just barely stops a shriek from ripping out of his mouth. Swiss tilts his head.

"Do you need out?"

He can't find the word but he taps his fingers together once and Swiss nods. He keeps the touch on his shoulders light as he guides him from the crowd and down the hall toward the ghoul wing which was strictly off limits to the visiting Abbey's.

Swiss gets the little ghoul into their bedroom, the soft ghost lights glowing and warm. They make frantic little gasps, almost grunting with the effort to rip the suit off their body.

"I know bug, I'll help. You're doing so good." He undoes the tie and chucks it across the room, the jacket and shirt going next and Swiss decides he hates buttons right now. "Almost done Bichito, almost done."

He starts working on their shoes when Phantom brings their hands up and scratches at their skin like they still feel the fabric on them. Their eyes well with tears and Swiss rips the laces and pulls the shoes off so he can tug their pants down and away as fast as possible.

He grabs Phantom's favorite soft weighted blanket and wraps it around them, letting it settle over their shoulders. They shove their thumb into their mouth and bite so hard Swiss knows it has to hurt.

Swiss pulls his chewy necklace off and gives it to the little ghoul. "Not your fingers, bug."

Phantom chews hard, rocking back and forth under the weight of the blanket and Swiss goes to grab their ear defenders off of their dresser.

When he gets them secured over Phantom's ears he sits on the floor beside them, he doesn't touch, he just waits until Phantom is able to decide what they need.

They keep their eyes shut and Swiss watches their jaw work as they chew on the necklace. The rocking gets a little faster and they clench and unclench their fists repetitively.

When their eyes flicker up to meet Swiss' for just a brief second, he knows he's allowed to move. A silent signal he's learned over time with Phantom.

He keeps his movements slow and predictable, moves in close behind them and wraps his arms tight around their upper body, starting a low purr.

Phantom tenses first, an unhappy growl in their throat and grunts as they pull away just slightly but they settle quickly against the soothing rumble of Swiss' chest.

Swiss rocks with them but he slows it to something relaxed, something calmer. The shakes in their body start to ease off and Swiss smiles, happy to be able to help the little ghoul in such a way.

When their body finally fully relaxes and the vocal stims have mostly stopped, Swiss squeezes their hands.

"One for yes two for no. Pajamas?" Two squeezes. "Ok, up on the bed?" One squeeze.

He lifts them up carefully and settles them up on the bed, tucking the weighted blanket more securly.

"Alone?" Two squeezes. Swiss moves up beside them and the little Quint leans against his chest, tapping until he starts purring again so they can feel it. The ear defenders dig into his chest but he'll deal with it as long as Phantom is comfortable.

He can tell Phantom is worn out, fighting sleep when the little ghoul reaches up and shyly taps Swiss' lips.

"Soother?" They tap once and Swiss leans over to the nightstand to grab one. "There you go, Bichito."

He keeps purring until Phantom drifts off and he presses a soft kiss between their horns. He's proud of them for coming so far, for even being brave enough to try to stick around the party even when they were clearly overwhelmed.

Swiss plans to tell them the next day, to remind them that they are doing so well knowing Phantom tends to be hard on themself after a meltdown. He hums a soft lullaby and adjusts his hold on the sleeping Quint, slowly drifting off himself.

[techyghoul]

Pink... pink pls can we get cum bulge or something with Dew and Mountain? I'm on my knees begging

!! anatomy isn't accurate or whatever, but it's fanfiction and i'm drunk so who gives a shit?

“I know you can take another one–you can–you want it?” 

“Yes,” Dew grunts in between Mountain’s thrusts pistoning into his ass, mouth open wide, breathing hard. He’s so full of Mountain’s cum already, it leaks from his hole and sticks to his thighs, but Mountain keeps giving it to him, keeps promising him more, and he can’t find it in himself to say no. They’ve been going for what feels like hours. Dew’s legs feel like jelly, his hole abused. 

“I’m gonna give it to you–gonna–oh–” The hold on his skinny hips tightens impossibly tighter and in a moment he’s falling boneless in Mountain’s hands as he floods his ass with another load. 

Dew’s cum so many times that he hasn’t even gotten close in the last thirty minutes. He’s painted Mountain’s and his own chest in his own spend and his cock is so thoroughly spent, so sensitive, that the slightest brush of the underside of his head against Mountain’s stomach makes him cry out in overstimulation. Mountain’s in rut, it hits every year around this time, and Dew just happened to be the (un)lucky guy to take his knot… Over and over and over again. The big guy’s insatiable, relying on stamina rather than instinct to drive him to completion, and Dew doesn’t know how much longer he can take it.

“Look,” Mountain grunts. He slows his thrusts and leans the little ghoul back on his cock. “Look how pretty your belly is.” 

Dew looks down, down at the messy skin of his stomach, and what he sees makes his breath catch in his throat and his dick jump for the first time in many minutes. The usually flat plane of his stomach is round, bulging just under the soft skin near his belly button. Pretty. Mountain thrusts up and pushes his huge cock wholly inside, hitting Dew deep in those sensitive areas and sending him mewling. “Look,” Mountain says again and slides the palm of his hand from his hip around to his belly. He pushes into the soft flesh, feeling himself inside there and moaning low and drawn out when he feels himself inside. “So pretty.” 

Dew hums, drops his eyes to Mountain’s hand pushing in and in and in. His face feels impossibly hot along with every inch of his skin. 

“Just imagine how pretty you’ll look when you catch. When your belly swells all big with my kit.” 

“Wait–what?”

“Gonna breed you so good, get you so full that there’s no way you won’t catch.” 

Dew sputters, places his hands on Mountain’s pecs and tries to push away but Mountain wraps his hands around his back, pulls him down flush on his cock and into his strong chest. Dew shakes his head, “Wait, dude. Cmon–”

“You want it, I know you do. I can feel you around me, pulling me in, begging for my seed…” 

Mountain attaches himself to Dew’s neck, adds to the necklace of purple and red bruises around his collarbones with sharp teeth and tongue. Dew claws at sweaty skin, carves lines down his chest. Mountain groans, holds him tighter and gives him another mind melting thrust that sends Dew’s eyes rolling into the back of his skull. “Fuck, Mountain. What’s gotten into you?” 

“Just keep taking it. One more. Can you do that for me? One more–that’s all it’ll take…” 

Dew wants so badly to object, to tell the massive ghoul off and tell him to knock it off, but the rut-lost look on his features is too much to deny and his dick is too good, too hard in his ass, and he looks down, cries out when he realizes his dick is filling back out against his own desires. The bulge in his tummy continues to swell. 

Mountain wraps his arms tight around the ghoul’s waist, lifts him up so he can lick over the center of his sternum, and slams him back down in once motion sending the ghoul reeling for purchase on his shoulders. His thrusts stay brutal and bruising after that and Dew holds on for the ride. The head of his cock rubs against Mountain’s belly, drags through the mousey hair that leads from his chest all the way down and tickles his frenulum. He’s close before he realizes it, fueled by the desperate noises that fall from Mountain’s lips and the ever-growing bulge of his knot against his hole. “Cmon, Mount,” he gasps. “Give it to me.” 

“You want it?”

Dew cringes, nods despite knowing what the ghoul really wants. “Yeah, I want it.” 

“Then beg for it.” 

And against all thoughts in his brain, he does.

[techyghoul]

Please would you say alittle more about autistic Phantom and meltdowns? The representation is so validating to me, thanks sooo much for including it!!

These two were very similar so I'm putting them together!

I hope this is ok friends! I've had very limited experience but I've had a little bit so I'm mostly just drawing from that, I know everyone is different 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Cw: he/they Phantom, phantom is overwhelmed, brief mention of biting and scratching, taps and squeezes for communication, cg Swiss

It's too hot and all the faces start to swim around him. His suit feels thick and scratchy and it's so loud his ears throb. He doesn't want to be here right now but he has to, the Yule celebration in full swing and all the band ghoul's are expected to be there.

He tries to keep away from the thickest swell of the crowd but people keep moving closer and bumping against him. their scents are all wrong and his stomach twists with nervous energy and his hands shake around the glass he's holding.

Everyone is scattered and he can't find anyone safe to cling to, he can't find a familiar hand to hold. He feels his brain like it's on fire, like every thought he's ever had is running circles around his mind and bouncing off of his skull.

His eyes sting and though he's wearing a mask he's still afraid of anyone seeing his wet eyes and knowing, figuring out he's just not cut out for this job and sending him back to the pit.

A glass breaks and that does it, severs the last of his control and he slams his hands over his ears as hard as he can. His knees start to shake and he tries, he tries so hard to keep himself standing but he wants to be small, wants to curl in on himself so no one can see him.

"Bug?"

He jumps and just barely stops a shriek from ripping out of his mouth. Swiss tilts his head.

"Do you need out?"

He can't find the word but he taps his fingers together once and Swiss nods. He keeps the touch on his shoulders light as he guides him from the crowd and down the hall toward the ghoul wing which was strictly off limits to the visiting Abbey's.

Swiss gets the little ghoul into their bedroom, the soft ghost lights glowing and warm. They make frantic little gasps, almost grunting with the effort to rip the suit off their body.

"I know bug, I'll help. You're doing so good." He undoes the tie and chucks it across the room, the jacket and shirt going next and Swiss decides he hates buttons right now. "Almost done Bichito, almost done."

He starts working on their shoes when Phantom brings their hands up and scratches at their skin like they still feel the fabric on them. Their eyes well with tears and Swiss rips the laces and pulls the shoes off so he can tug their pants down and away as fast as possible.

He grabs Phantom's favorite soft weighted blanket and wraps it around them, letting it settle over their shoulders. They shove their thumb into their mouth and bite so hard Swiss knows it has to hurt.

Swiss pulls his chewy necklace off and gives it to the little ghoul. "Not your fingers, bug."

Phantom chews hard, rocking back and forth under the weight of the blanket and Swiss goes to grab their ear defenders off of their dresser.

When he gets them secured over Phantom's ears he sits on the floor beside them, he doesn't touch, he just waits until Phantom is able to decide what they need.

They keep their eyes shut and Swiss watches their jaw work as they chew on the necklace. The rocking gets a little faster and they clench and unclench their fists repetitively.

When their eyes flicker up to meet Swiss' for just a brief second, he knows he's allowed to move. A silent signal he's learned over time with Phantom.

He keeps his movements slow and predictable, moves in close behind them and wraps his arms tight around their upper body, starting a low purr.

Phantom tenses first, an unhappy growl in their throat and grunts as they pull away just slightly but they settle quickly against the soothing rumble of Swiss' chest.

Swiss rocks with them but he slows it to something relaxed, something calmer. The shakes in their body start to ease off and Swiss smiles, happy to be able to help the little ghoul in such a way.

When their body finally fully relaxes and the vocal stims have mostly stopped, Swiss squeezes their hands.

"One for yes two for no. Pajamas?" Two squeezes. "Ok, up on the bed?" One squeeze.

He lifts them up carefully and settles them up on the bed, tucking the weighted blanket more securly.

"Alone?" Two squeezes. Swiss moves up beside them and the little Quint leans against his chest, tapping until he starts purring again so they can feel it. The ear defenders dig into his chest but he'll deal with it as long as Phantom is comfortable.

He can tell Phantom is worn out, fighting sleep when the little ghoul reaches up and shyly taps Swiss' lips.

"Soother?" They tap once and Swiss leans over to the nightstand to grab one. "There you go, Bichito."

He keeps purring until Phantom drifts off and he presses a soft kiss between their horns. He's proud of them for coming so far, for even being brave enough to try to stick around the party even when they were clearly overwhelmed.

Swiss plans to tell them the next day, to remind them that they are doing so well knowing Phantom tends to be hard on themself after a meltdown. He hums a soft lullaby and adjusts his hold on the sleeping Quint, slowly drifting off himself.

[techyghoul]

Cold Compress

General Rating, Sickficlet of Mist caring for Zephyr.

I don't make specific mentions to disorders or medications, its all general. Warnings for mentions of quintosis control, as well as central lines (Zephyr has one).

You can find it here on AO3, or bellow the cut! This is apart of @jesusbutbetterrr idea for Ghoullete Appreciation!

The transition from one medicine regiment to another is always horrid. The changes it’s made to the body undoing themselves in real time feels like progress being stripped away. But it was what was best, Zephyr has built up too much of a tolerance for the pain management he was on, and it ran risks that weren’t worth it. He’s been in bed for days, only really moving to sit up to eat and to go to the bathroom with assistance of another pack member.

Staring at the same ceiling and walls tends to blur the line of how time passes, his only real tip being the clock on the wall and the light peaking out from the edges of black out curtains. Omega and Alpha have tried multiple times to offer a shutter that would black it out entirely, Zephyr always refused.

The first thing that pulls him out of his own haze is Mist’s cool touch to his forearm. “How you holding up Zephy?” Their voice always calm and collected. “You want me to grab you anything?” Zephyr shakes his head. “Want some company then?” Mist gets a nod.

From experience, they know most of the pain is concentrated in his back, shoulders and legs. So they crawl in behind him, smaller body pressed up as close as they can manage and it’s a relief to his body. Mist had the tendency to run colder than the other water ghouls, their body actively acting like a giant cold compress at this moment. “Thanks.” He mumbles, getting himself comfortable in Mist’s arms.

“Of course.” They smile, pressing a small kiss where hair meets the nape of his neck. “I’ll always be here for when you need me.”

Mist can feel the way the air ghouls muscles relax and give under their touch, one hand on his shoulder that’s been bothering him for days on end, trying to urge the muscles to unclench there. “Omega been by?” Quintessence control wasn’t always ideal for him, found it too mentally draining being on the receiving end, and with only three quintessence ghouls in the pack it wasn’t a feasible treatment.

“He comes by at night, usually just to get me to sleep. Phantom’s been by to help.” Zephyr smiles. “Kids cute. Afraid they’re gonna break me.”

Mist chuckles in return, settling more at his side with their arm around his middle. “They’re learning, the humans aren’t always so eager to be a teaching case. Little Quint will get better at it with time. Hells, remember Aether’s first go at it? Shaking in his boots the first time you were in a flare.”

Zephyr does remember, the first time he used his powers on him, the first time he ran fluids through his central line to learn it’s in and outs. It was sweet to see another Quint grow within their powers with the help of human medicines. He's grateful for it, even with all the small caveats of side effects and having tubes hanging out of him.

Zephyr's grateful for a lot of things, the band he had a blast touring with. The pack that accepted him and all his issues on the medical front. The Siblings of Sin that tended to him in their absence. But he's especially grateful for Mist and their unwavering support. Every matriarch is different, some more ruthless than others, but that's not them. They've never rejected him, not for a single second he's been topside. Mist has been accepting, gracious, full of wisdom he couldn't comprehend. A rock he never knew he'd need in his life.

There's a comfort with Mist, and the entire pack that he enjoys so deeply, and currently it's lulling him to sleep in their protective embrace. It's peaceful now that Mist is here, and their cool touch has his body relaxing.