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[milleopede]

i keep getting unexpectedly followed with no inspiration to write, so, my asks are open to the masses to give you a reason to stick around.

if i like a prompt, i’ll run with it. nsfw or not, all good.

#please i miss writing i need inspo #bonus points if it’s raindrop errmmm #ghost fanfiction #ghost #ficlet #fic writing #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #namelessghoulettes

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around the sun

relationship: swissdew (what else is new)

rating: mature

HEED THE TAGS! hurt/comfort, dom drop, suicidal thoughts, angst with a happy ending, emetophobia warning for mentions of vomit, off screen BDSM scene, off screen knifeplay, unreliable narrator swiss

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After a particularly rough scene with Dew, Swiss spirals.

Dew, of course, comforts him.

read here, be safe <3

#nobody writes swissdew like ricky i’m devestated

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okay hear me out, rain giving dew head and when dew cums into his mouth rain grabs him by the hair and spits it back into dews mouth

i’ve been thinking about this for days

Dew doesn’t know why Rain insists on putting him through this, but it’s always too good for him to deny.

He pulled Dew away from practice early, claiming it’s been too long since he wrangled the little spitfire into bed— it’s only been a week and he was acting like a man starved. It was a deliberate choice, to pick Dew, the fire ghoul knew he had some mischievous plan based only on that tell-tale twinkle in his eye.

The plan, apparently; work Dew up until he’s soaking through his pants using nothing but that soft, bassy voice and saccharine words. Sugar sweet praise is all it takes to make his knees weak, and they both know that. That fucking mouth, Dew thinks with equal parts reverence and scorn.

Rain has him trapped against the bed, skinny wrists captured to prevent Dew from pawing at his head any more than he already has. His legs keep spasming on their own, whenever Rain hums against his cunt then burrows in with his tongue, eyes rolling into his skull at his taste— at least that’s what Dew assumes.

Dew stopped trying to talk a while ago. Half of his sentence were slurred nonsense anyway, that clever tongue just long enough to press at the spot that turns Dew into a sobbing mess of incoherent noise. That’s what he’s been for most of this.

The water ghoul pulls away and rests his cheek on Dew’s thigh, grinning up at him like he just won the lottery or something. “Feels good, angel?”

Dewdrop blinks sluggishly, then he’s trying to untangle his wrists from Rain’s hand and Rain relents. “Make me,” he pauses to heave in a breath, “make me fucking cum, Rain.”

He frowns, catches Dew’s chin between his curled forefinger and his thumb, still smiling, “You’re not really in a position to make those kinds of demands. Ask me nicely.”

“It’s been hours!”

Rain looks to the clock, which is obviously out of Dew’s line of sight.

“It’s barely been an hour. Barely.” He deadpans and gives Dew a firm pat-pat on the cheek— the grin crawls back on his face at the sound of Dew’s broken whine. He isn’t lying, it really has been just shy of forty-five minutes, Dew is being dramatic.

But he looks so tired. So worked up. So sad.

Rain sneaks a hand under himself to palm at his cock, almost wishing he’d just planned to fuck Dew into the mattress instead, but he has a plan and he’s going to stick to it, thank you very much.

Dew is looking away when he finally dives back in and he has to hold back a laugh at the way Dew shrieks, squirming backwards into the headboard, but he’s trapped. “Rainy, Rainy, Rainy,” he’s chanting it like a prayer, Rain files away that thought for later as his eyes focus again on the little ghoul’s tormented face.

He’s crying now.

Rain outright groans against him, and it sends Dew flying over the edge. His orgasm is devastating and Rain can see it, the way his legs shake and the break in his voice when he screams; it only makes sense if he’s been kept teetering on a razor’s edge for so long.

He has the decency to work Dew down from it, with how much he’s crying it would break his heart not to, but when Dew’s shiny eyes focus on his own he smiles against his cunt.

The next thing Dew knows, Rain is on top of him, tugging his hair back and gripping his jaw until it hinges open, tongue lolling out over his fangs— he spits Dew’s mess back into his own mouth. Dew melts against the sheets, boneless and utterly submissive, as he swallows it all down. Of course, he couldn’t get it all, some of the slick drips down the little ghoul’s chin and he whimpers.

“Don’t waste your treat, honeydew,” Rain coos, pressing closer until he can drag his tongue through the sweet nectar, just to fuck it back into Dew’s mouth.

#this fucking guy #ricky is going to kill me yet again #raindrop ugh

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Oh damn that would suck if you wrote a second part to the mountain w the toys ficlet where he leaves the door unlocked this time and maybe dew (and maybe some others) walks in and uses mountains toy on mountain… 👁️👄👁️ That would awful 👀 not hot or nasty at all. 🥵

A follow-up to this ficlet.

It starts the same as always.

The soft sound of a whimper through the wall.

Dew opens his eyes, looks at the ceiling. There’s a reddish glow across the recessed tin panels. The last light of the dying fire in the fireplace.

He listens. Waits.

The next noise is a little louder, less whimper more whine.

He pictures Mountain working himself open and his stomach swoops. Cock twitching against his thigh. He pushes himself out of bed when he hears Mountain again, choked off, a real moan this time. The next noise is muffled, like Mountain’s shoved a pillow between his teeth to try to feign considerate. And Satanas, if Mountain’s going to wake up the entire Abbey again—Dew’s not just going sit here and listen. He thinks about a shirt—abandons the idea—and steps into the dark hallway in just his boxer briefs. Getting chubby already, there’s a low burn starting at the base of his spine. He only has to take a few steps to get to Mountain’s door. They share a wall—over the course of their time topside it has been both blessing and curse. Dew isn’t sure which one of them it is right now. There’s a small slant of amber light pooling over the stone floor. It flickers, candle or firelight. Dew tracks it back to the edge of Mountain’s door. Pressed in, cracked open.

Dew feels his mouth go dry.

He’d told Mountain to leave the door unlocked, not open. There’s a moment where Dew thinks he should turn around, shouldn’t intrude. But then again—Mountain’s the one who left the door open, an invitation. Dew steps into the light, finds it warm, throwing heat across the cool stone under his feet. He steps closer, angles his head just enough to see through the crack. The first thing he sees is a flash of golden skin, firelight flickering over it. A sheen of sweat already glimmering on Mountain’s stomach. Dew watches the muscles there jump. Heaving beneath his happy trail. He shifts on his feet a little, tries to see more. His eyes catch a flash of deep red. The base of a dildo cupped in Mountain’s palm, knuckles straining as it disappears into Mountain’s body. Dew’s fully hard now, twitching in his boxer briefs, straining against them. He cups his hand over the head and presses down. Pressing his fingers under the head hard enough to make himself hiss.

Mountain freezes. Dildo halfway into his ass and Dew wants to melt into the floor. He wants to run, to hide.

His feet are rooted. Eyes glued to the sliver of slick silicone he can see.

“Are you just going to stand there?”

Motion comes back to Dew’s body all at once. He presses his palm to the door, smooth and cool beneath his overheated fingers and pushes it open just far enough to slip in. He closes it behind him, flips the lock.

Mountain cocks an eyebrow as he does.

“What?” Dew asks. “Are you waiting for someone else?”

Mountain holds his gaze, he shakes his head.

It’s warm in here, the fire cracking in the corner. Warm even for Dew. No wonder Mountain’s sweating. He tracks a drop of it as it slides down the side of Mountain’s face. He’s moving. Kneeling next to Mountain’s ribs, leaning up to drag his tongue over that bead of sweat and up to Mountain’s temple. Dragging his nose over the base of Mountain’s horn and earning himself a broken whine.

Dew grazes his fingers over a pebbled nip, catches a blunt nail on it and Mountain arches up toward him. Head tipping back.

Dew pulls back far enough to really look at him. Skin turned golden in the firelight, freckles dusted over most of his visible skin. He’s hot and hard, leaking pre onto his belly. He has one hand curled around the base of his cock, fingers reaching down to cup his balls.

The other is still on the base of that dildo. Dew can see now that it’s red and gold, not too big, a reasonable size. Leave it to Mountain to not even test his limits when he’s alone.

“Come on,” Dew says, tweaking Mountain’s nipple cruelly as he sits back on his knees. “Fuck yourself for me. Show me how you like it.”

Mountain’s eyes flutter closed with a groan. Dew shifts just enough so he can get a good view. Can watch as Mountain pushes the dildo in and grinds down on it. Gut punched sounds falling from his lips as he finds an angle he likes.

Dew watches, leaking steadily into his boxers. Content to ignore himself for as long as the show continues. He’s rapt. Watching the way Mountain’s body opens up for the dildo, stretched, greedy.

“Touch me,” Mountain grits out eventually. He lets go of his cock to reach for Dew’s hand, grabbing at it desperately, pulling Dew’s spindly fingers toward his cock. Dew indulges him. Finds him hot and slippery with pre. He makes sloppy work of it, leaning over to spit directly on the head just to get it a little wetter, to make the noise of him jacking Mountain off more obscene.

Mountain fucks himself harder. Body arching into Dew’s touch. Sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat. Dew bends down, drags his tongue through it, up along Mountains’ hammering pulse.

“Make a mess for me,” he whispers against Mountain’s overheated skin. He pulls away just as Mountain goes rigid.

Mountain bows off the bed. Dew turns his head just in time to watch him squirt. Spilling hot and pearly over Dew’s knuckles and into his happy trail. Dew tips his head so he can watch the way Mountain’s hole clamps down on the dildo. Each rhythmic clench sending heat through Dew’s body. Mountain falls backward, sags against the bed. He throws his forearm over his eyes, drags the other hand through his sweaty hair.

“I like that one,” Dew says, shoving his one hand down his pants to rub his palm over his sticky head. The other he reaches between Mountain’s legs to press on the dildo, grinding it deep and making Mountain groan. “Where’d you get it?” He pulls his arm away from his eyes to look at Dew, brow furrowed in thought. “Sunshine.”

Dew grins at him, bends down to drag Mountain into a sloppy kiss just as he spills all over his own hand, shuddering through it as he pushes his tongue past Mountain’s lips to lick over the inside of his fangs.

He pulls away, dragging the points of his sharpest teeth over Mountain’s bottom lip. “Next time I’m shoving my dick in alongside it.”

#i have been waiting for this for so long and i am not disappointed #not a coherent thought in my mind

[milleopede]

swiss praising dew and sucking on his tits like his life DEPENDS ON IT!!!! $20 via apple cash if swiss is fingering him too RICKYPLEASEEEE😭😭😭

dew boobies mmmmmmm

They’ve been kissing for what feels like hours now, floating in the syrupy high of Mountain’s new strain as their hands wander around each other’s bodies. Dewdrop hasn’t stopped purring since their lips met, a soft rumble of bliss from deep in his chest, like there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

But when Swiss’ hands glide under his shirt, he stops, pulling back, breathless.

“Is this okay?” The multi ghoul mumbles, lips brushing Dew’s neck with each syllable. “Tell me it’s okay, Dew.”

He places his hands on top of Swiss’, too tiny to cover them in any meaningful way, but they go lax under his own and he slowly, so slowly, guides them up. Just caressing his waist, at least. Swiss presses another sickly sweet kiss to his lips and brushes his thumbs across warm skin.

Inch by inch, Swiss’ hands slip upwards and he really does have to smother a groan when they finally slide up over Dew’s breasts. They’re tiny things, but it feels like a treat nonetheless; nobody else gets to see these parts of him.

“Fuck, Dew,” Swiss tucks his face into Dew’s neck, just lets himself feel, nipping at the fire ghoul’s skin with gentle fangs. He has no intention of making Dew bleed tonight, not even if he begs.

His breathing is already unsteady. Swiss finds himself asking, “Are they sensitive?” As he begins to tease Dew’s puffy little nipples. He only nods, gnawing on his lip, refusing to meet Swiss’ eyes.

“You’re being so good for me,” Swiss’ hands retreat and Dew whines at the loss, “can I take this off? If you don’t want— okay.”

Swiss kind of wishes Dew had given him a warning of some sort. Maybe answered his question. But he has no time to prepare for Dew tossing his shirt off like he’s allergic to it.

“Oh, fucking hell,” Swiss whispers, ashamed to admit how tight his pants feel now. His restraint snaps, he can’t help himself to a feast like this— he pounces on Dew’s tiny form, manipulating him like a doll ‘til he’s lying back against a mountain of pillows, boxers discarded and legs spread.

“Touch me, touch me, fucking— oh, shit,” Dew’s requested is fulfilled before he’s even finished his sentence. Swiss rubs his clit with a gentle finger, just enough to make Dew stop begging for it for now. He’ll want more soon.

“Can I—”

“Stop asking if you can and just do it,” Dew mewls, and it suddenly hits Swiss that he isn’t the only desperate one here. After a moment, Dew follows up in a far gentler voice, “I’ll tell you if I don’t want it, okay?”

Swiss doesn’t need to be told twice.

He would love to tease, to draw this out and leave Dew shaking and sobbing in his arms just to put him back together again, but the second his lips seal around Dew’s nipple, the fire ghoul makes a the most deliciously hurt little sound and he needs more. Swiss isn’t even sure whose moans are whose anymore, though he’s sure he doesn’t sound like he’s straight out of a porno— Dew does.

“Look at you, fuck, you’re beautiful,” he can’t keep the neediness out of his voice and he doesn’t bother to try, “Do you know how fucking lucky I am, firefly? You have any idea?”

“Shut up,” Dew complains, but heat flushes his face anyway and Swiss can feel him get wetter under his fingers, “shut up, please.”

“Nuh-uh,” Swiss’ finger’s slide effortlessly into his cunt, “I told you what you were getting into, sweetheart.”

The fire ghoul squeals, pawing at Swiss’ shoulders with the sheer overwhelm. Swiss starts to kiss his chest again and drool spills over Dew’s pale grey skin, dripping down over his nipple. With the multi ghoul’s fingers fucking pounding him like this, he can’t do much else but take it and cry, Swiss’ name and a series of pleas spilling from his lips.

It all sounds so gross; the wet, rhythmic slap of Swiss’ hand hitting his cunt, the over-moist noises he keeps making into his chest, even the way Dew is crying— drool pooling in his mouth and spilling down his chin. It’s so gross and he can’t get enough.

“Swiss— ‘m close, I’m close,” Dew manages, blinking teary-eyed at the multi ghoul as he pulls away from Dew’s tits with a cheshire grin.

His lips curl around Dew’s already-swollen, puffy red nipple and all he has to do is give the tiniest little suckle before Dew is spilling into his hand, eyes rolled back into his head as he shrieks in pleasure.

#dew tits. i’m a simple man. #ricky what is wrong with you

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Ricky!!!! Could I get a #7 with MountainDew?? (Lol i love that it sounds like a fast food order. Would you like some fries with that??))

i don’t talk about them enough. i miss them.

“Do you trust me?”

Dew’s eyebrows raise of their own accord. “What? Of course I trust you—”

Mountain gathers both his dainty wrists in one massive hand and meets Dew’s eyes, stone faced, “Then stop fighting me.”

Dewdrop shrinks back into the sheets, brows drawn together, kiss swollen lip bitten between his fangs. He looks so small under Mountain, naked as the day he was summoned and so very vulnerable. “You’re shaking,” Mountain comments, but there’s no judgement in his voice.

“You’re so big,” Dew breathes, barely above a whisper, “I don’t know— Mountain, I don’t think I can.”

“Do you want t—”

“Yes,” the water ghoul hisses, and he tugs hopelessly at his restraint— still just Mountain’s hand. “Just— fuck, just do it?”

Mountain really wants to. He’s already prepped Dew with four of his fingers, there’s no reason besides anxiety that Dew shouldn’t be ready yet. Instead, though, he presses two still-slicked fingers into Dew’s cunt and watches his face twist with the feeling, tension melting into bliss. He lets go of Dew’s hands and they fall, rather obediently, to his sides, immobile.

“Feels good?” The earth ghoul purrs, and Dew gives up a little uh-huh as his head lolls to the side, bouncing with just Mountain’s fingers thrusting into him. Slowly, his other hand moves up Dew’s torso, resting just below his chest before Mountain takes in his face for a moment, for any sign of discomfort.

He’s blissed out beyond measure. He even nods, encouraging Mountain to play with his chest, needy for the contact. He does, of course, rolling Dew’s pierced nipple between gentle fingers and the water ghoul bows off the bed, keening. “So pretty like this,” Mountain coos, quiet, just for Dew, “tell me when you’re close.”

The room falls mostly silent, aside from Dew’s gut-punched little noises and Mountain’s labored breathing— and, notably, the grossly wet sound of the earth ghoul fucking him with his fingers.

His own cock throbs in his boxers and he’s sure he’s staining them with pre. Truth be told, he’d love to pin Dew face down into the bed and rail him into next Thursday, but if the little ghoul needs some extra convincing, he seems to be doing a great job at it.

Mountain gropes Dew’s chest, one tiny breast barely filling out his palm, and he can’t help but groan at the sight. Dewdrop is just so small; one part of him wants to keep the water ghoul all to himself and safe from harm, wants to pleasure him endlessly, devote himself to him. The other, of course, thinks about cornering Dew in the venue halls after a show and taking him apart from the inside out.

For now, he kisses Dew’s cheek and offers him soft praise as he cums all over Mountain’s hand and his sheets, whimpering like a hurt puppy.

#DEW BOOOOBS #mountaindew size difference i will perish

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can’t seem to help myself when it comes to hockey ghouls… i raise you dew wearing swiss’ jersey, because in no universe can he stick to wearing his own clothes.

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RATING: explicit

PAIRING: swissdew

WORD COUNT: 1047

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As the burn turned to a chill, Swiss moved quickly to cut off the stream of water. It hissed to a dribbling stop, splashing weakly against the grimy tiles, leaving him with the only option to leave.

The comfort of a shower washed away the stress of the game, but it wouldn’t change the aftermath. Swiss’ knuckles burned at the thought, as his gaze flashed red with blood. And stepping out of the stall would force him to face it.

Trying to focus on the moment, Swiss moved to pull a towel around his waist. The loose knot sat at the line of his stomach, threatening to drop at any second. Even if it fell, the empty locker room would be without eyes to see a thing.

Or so he assumed.

Perched on the bench, Dew sat with his legs spread, dominantly claiming the space. From his spot, he was nothing short of a vision. Bared to the humid air, his skin stood exposed, the gray flesh shiny with sweat. It trailed up, ankle to thigh, before disappearing under the hem of an oversized shirt. Plunging far too low, the neckline exposed the plane of his chest, revealing the glint of metal through his nipple. It was tantalizing.

Except, it wasn’t just a shirt, because it was made of the nylon mesh of a jersey. And it wasn’t Dew’s own.

Emblazoned on his shoulder was the outline of a clear fifty-eight. The number was too far from the twenty-one that Dew sported, and all too close to the one Swiss wore with every game.

At the sight, all Swiss himself could do was keen. A growl tore past his throat as he felt the kick of his cock against the towel, fattening up against his thigh. He almost felt pathetic for how easily Dew could make him fold. But the sight of the smaller ghoul, barely clothed in Swiss’ own jersey, made him irresistible.

“Fuck, firecracker,” Swiss whistled, low and desperate. His eyes were ravenous, devouring Dew where he sat in feigned innocence.

With slow and lazy blinks, Dew just stared up with his neck craned and throat exposed. The flutter of his light eyelashes against his cheeks was too pretty and too soft, next to the wicked grin on his lips.

“Words, Swiss. You think that bitch of a chirp is gonna get me out of this jersey any faster?”

Snapping out of his stupor, Swiss was quick to strike back. His mouth moved faster than his mind, tearing out the desires that simmered low in his gut. “No, because I want to fuck you in it.”

Now it was Dew’s turn to groan back, his words dying on his tongue.

Taking advantage of Dew’s silence, Swiss moved to claim him. The wide breadth of his hands splayed across Dew’s exposed skin, palming at his chest before forcing him down onto the bench with a thud.

Swinging a bare leg over Dew’s barely covered thighs, Swiss let his towel tumble to the ground. The sloppy knot unraveled quicker than his patience, fully revealing the sight of his needy dick. With unceremonious force, he slammed his hips atop Dew’s lap.

Swiss revelled in the way he could feel every flex of Dew’s muscles as they struggled to bear his weight. Yet despite the strain, no protests fell from the fire ghoul’s lips.

Instead, his small hand drew up to curl around Swiss’ horn for leverage, and he pulled him down even harder.

It wasn’t long before the flushed tip of Swiss’ cock disappeared under the pooling fabric, as he rutted against his own jersey. With every slide of his hips, the mesh rode higher and higher up Dew’s waist, revealing his dripping cunt.

“You’re making a mess of my uniform,” Swiss panted out, his fingers finding and dipping into the slick between Dew’s legs. Punctuating his point, he dragged a slow thumb through it, before smearing the wetness that got caught on the pad against Dew’s clit. Dipping back down, Swiss barely pushed into his cunt with shallow twitches of his fingers.

“Me? What about you?”

“Oh, firefly, it’s mine. I can do whatever I want to it,”

When he slid home, Dew clenching around him, it was clear that he wasn’t talking about the jersey anymore.

Swiss pet upward, nailing into the soft heat of Dew’s body with rhythmic accuracy. Already, he was soaked down to his wrist, drenched in the fire ghoul’s slick. But he craved more with every twitch of his fingers, soaked inside of Dew’s dripping cunt.

With every thrust of his hand, Swiss matched the rhythm with his cock, pressing into Dew’s stomach. In tandem, he moved at a brutal pace. He drew back, the wet pull of his fingers thrusting out with an obscene sound.

“Are you this wet on the ice too?” Swiss quipped, as the breath of a laugh passed his lips.

In retort, Dew flung an arm across his flushed cheeks in an attempt to hide his face. Except his embarrassment had no place as he spoke through a moan.

“I can’t help it when you’re out there,” he groaned, his voice gently muffled by the draping jersey sleeve, “I soak through all my uniforms when we play against you.”

Almost surprised, Swiss’ unrelenting rhythm faltered - his cock dragging to a slow stop along with the pull of his hand. Using a slick coated hand, he forced Dew’s arm off his face, moving to pin his wrist above his head. He hadn’t expected his chirp to be taken with such seriousness.

“Really, firecracker?” Swiss whispered, sounding gut punched.

Dew’s silence spoke volumes, with nothing more than a whine keening past his lips. And that was all the confirmation that Swiss needed to go on.

Reaching for Dew’s bare hips, the jersey having ridden far up past his torso, Swiss took mercy on his neglected cunt with renewed attention. It had barely been seconds without contact, but even that was far too long for both ghouls.

Fisting a hand over his own weeping cock, Swiss sloppily lined up with the dripping clutch of Dew’s body - now neglecting his earlier mission of cumming into the jersey’s fabric. That experience would pale in comparison to finishing in the little right winger.

#back on my hockey ghoul bs #swissdew size difference… #trans dew who do you think i am #ghost band #ghost fanfiction #swissdew #swiss ghoul #swiss x dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #hockey au #ghost fic #trans dewdrop

[milleopede]

i am craving more rain, dew and swiss parenting. could you write about them? you're awesome btw<3

AAAA I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKE THEM!! some extra sappy swissraindrop dads for you!!

Dew wakes up and notices two things.

First, it’s very hard to breathe. Quickly he remembers the events of last night, how Delta came knocking at their door after she was supposed to be tucked in, asking if she could sleep with them tonight. His eye peeks open and he sees her curly hair taking up most of his field of view.

Second of all, he’s trapped from all sides. With Delta on top of him and his mates curled around either side, he has very little room to move.

Though, the moment he starts to wiggle around, the little ghoulette’s own strikingly blue eyes flutter open. At first, she whines and pushes her head further into Dew’s chest, but he winces at the extra pressure and she takes it upon herself to wedge between Dew and Swiss— the fire ghoul heaves in a deep breath.

“Morning, minnow,” he hums, tucking a coil of hair behind her too-big ears, “no nightmares?”

She shakes her head, grinning. She has Swiss’ smile.

Dew presses a gentle kiss to the top of her head and his mouth twitches into its own little smirk. “That’s good,” he lets his smile fall as he sighs, “but you can’t be sleeping with us every night, sweet pea.”

Instead of growling, like she usually would, she blows a raspberry and sighs, “Fine.”

“Your own bed tonight,” he insists, “I’ll let you have extra dessert. Don’t tell daddy.”

Delta giggles, high pitched and airy, and nods. Anything to wean her off of being around them all the time— she already struggles going to bed by herself without getting upset. Dew smiles back and ruffles her hair again, no doubt making it worse for Swiss to comb out and care for later on today.

“What’re you gigglin’ about, sweetheart?” Swiss squishes them both in his arms, voice muffles heavily by the sheets. To the point where Delta only giggles more, and Swiss laughs in return. It’s contagious.

At last, as usual, Rain stirs with the noise. He only nuzzles Dew’s neck— he’s clearly not awake enough to even know what he’s doing, but he’ll pull back and apologize, flushed indigo, when he really gets up.

For now, they enjoy each other’s company without silly things like embarrassment or shame. Delta most of all, wiggling her way across Dew’s middle to squirm into Rain’s arms. The smile on her lips is covered, but the way her eyes crease at the corners are enough to tell that she’s grinning. Their purrs create a beautiful harmony and Dew listens with bated breath as Delta seems to melt into her Daddy’s arms.

“Wha’s for breakfast?” Rain mumbles into her hair, obviously still very asleep.

Swiss claims Dew as his own little arm accessory, smooching down his neck even when Dew shivers and squeals, batting him away playfully. “Haven’t picked yet,” he groans, stretching out his back until the four of them all hear a series of loud pops, and notably, Dew cringes— he always does, though. “What do the princesses want?” Swiss asks, eyebrow raised at the two water ghouls, nearly identical from the nose up.

“Waffles—”

“Ooh, the fancy ones—”

“With whipped cream!” Delta finishes, as if they’re fighting over it.

Dew makes an ugly-cute snort, trying and failing to cover up his laugh. “Well, we have time for it,” Dew shrugs, even though he can already hear Swiss groaning in the back of his mind at the prospect of getting out of bed and cooking. Dew almost wants to tell him to stop being a baby, but… his back hasn’t been great. He flips over to face the multi ghoul, nose to nose.

“I’ll give you a massage after,” he murmurs, smile tugging at his lips. Swiss’ eyes widen on their own and he’s already nodding— Hell, he’s already trying to get up.

They lay immobile in the warmth of the sheets for ten more minutes before Dew starts itching to get going. The multi ghoul swings his legs over the edge of the bed, and Rain plasters himself to his bare back while Dew stretches his body. He’s too old to move like he does, and yet…

“How did he bribe you?” Rain whispers playfully, and for good measure, he nips at Swiss’ ears with those shark-sharp fangs.

Swiss turns, nuzzles their cheeks together, then smiles, “Offered a massage.”

“Mm, smart. And lucky, for you.”

Rain’s arms curl protectively around his waist and Swiss purrs at the gentle, loving gesture. He leans back into Rain’s chest with a soft sigh, head turned to face him, to admire him. “We both know how it’ll end.” He says, half-chuckling.

Over by the dresser, Dew and Delta seem to be in their own little world arguing over the little ghoulette getting dressed. Swiss hasn’t been paying attention to what they’ve been saying, but judging by Dew’s defeated sigh and the beaming smile on Delta’s face, it seems she won. Dew throws one of Rain’s shirts over his bare chest, and settles for what they know will turn into a lazy day.

#ricky is going to kill me #swissraindrop dads i’m sick

[milleopede]

did someone say hockey ghouls? because i’ve got swiss and dew on opposing teams and making each other bleed. rain may be a center but he’s playing referee here.

RATING: explicit (cw for blood)

PAIRING: swissraindrop

WORD COUNT: 1160

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Back to back, Swiss and Dew refused to look at each other. The falling swell and heave of their chests moved in erratic tandem, as anger simmered in the air. One wrong move could send it boiling over.

Weeks worth of heat had been mounting between them, like a summer storm crackling with electricity.

The tension that came with being on opposing teams was inevitable, but as of late, it had been running higher than usual.

Especially after the spark of a fight that had broken out on the ice only hours before.

The tick of the clock had counted down on the third, narrating the battle for dominance in front of Mountain’s net. Sweat and misery kept the two teams trapped in a vicious struggle, the puck unmoving from the Ghoul’s end of the ice. As the minutes closed in, begging the tie to break, the boards of the end zone felt suffocating.

And everyone was getting desperate to breathe.

Finally catching an opportunity to snag the puck at a moment’s notice, Swiss had moved with purpose. With the right timing, the impulse of a shot could make the point of the game. That is, until he was caught in the crossfire of a stick, high and proud as it slammed into his shoulder.

Dew.

As the perpetrator had skated away, jeering with a familiar grin, Swiss had horribly fumbled the execution of his plan. The puck weakly drifted off on the snow ridden ice, mocking him as it fell into the possession of a triumphant Ifrit.

And nobody swooped in to stop the play.

So, Swiss took the missing call into his own hands and made his own. Brutally, it sent him flying at Dew, all fists and no gloves.

Skipping the pleasantries of teasing chirps, they made haste of instigating punches with the intent to draw blood. And blood was certainly drawn.

It still stained their chins, dried and smeared, as they sat locked in a heated silence.

“Unbelievable,” Rain tutted, standing over them in disappointment. Cutting through the hotel stench, his anger scented the air with the salty spray of tidal waves. “You’re like kits, it’s fucking pathetic.”

Neither ghoul dared to respond, letting their furious silence speak volumes.

Rolling his eyes, Rain ran a hand through his dark curls with irritation. He did nothing to mask his frustration. “Oh, so this is my responsibility now? I have to mediate for you, because you’re too immature to do it yourselves?”

Yet again, Rain was met with the retort of a deadly quiet. Any words that Swiss and Dew wanted to say were lost to the throws of anger.

But ever the instigator, Swiss wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to make the situation worse than it already was.

“Make the call, Rain,” he growled, his lip curling. His resentment lingered, desperate to find justice for Dew’s foul play. And all of those that had come before it.

Pausing, Rain took to indulging in his own silence. Dangerously, he surveyed the two bloodied and battered ghouls with a careful eye. Every twitch of his gaze was calculated, measuring out his assessment of what was deserved.

Though, Rain had made up his mind the second he had pulled Dew off of Swiss back on the ice. The suspense of feigned consideration was just part of his own game.

“Swiss, fuck him until he’s sorry. That’s a good penalty, isn’t it, firefly?”

Dew barely got the opportunity to respond, choking out a whine in agreement, as Swiss descended with all the teeth and tongue of a heated kiss.

Dried blood flaked between their chapped lips, as they devoured each other. Hot and fierce, Swiss demanded Dew’s full attention, and he got it in stride. Lacking hesitation, the fire ghoul’s forked tongue licked into his mouth with smoke, copper, and cinnamon.

It was sickening with how easy it was for Dew to break Swiss down. Within seconds, the liquid hot anger that simmered in the pool of his gut had shifted into desire.

Quickly, the already intense lust was made insufferable as the tang of fresh blood was exchanged with their kiss. A particularly vicious blow had Dew’s nose bleeding mercilessly during the fight, and it kicked back up again with a vengeance.

Despite the hot, red rush, neither Swiss nor Dew pulled away. It did nothing but encourage the heat between their thighs, as Rain’s snarl echoed in approval.

Finally drawing away with a stuttering gasp, Swiss pulled back in a weak display of restraint. It was short lived while he took a mere moment to recover, before diving in to lick a path up Dew’s bloodied face.

With frenzied affection, Swiss went back in. He leaned in, mouthing at Dew’s chin and licking up at the swell of his lips that begged to be kissed again. Ignoring their pleas, Swiss dragged his face through the trails of the blood he had once drawn. It was nauseating and he wanted more.

Swallowing down his hunger, Swiss moved down Dew’s chest. It had been long bare as soon as the door of the hotel room had clicked behind him, heaving and flushed with sweat. Now, it left him perfectly vulnerable to Swiss’ tongue flicking against the rings through his nipples.

“Give it to me,” Dew moaned out, clearly displeased with the teasing trail Swiss had been making down his body. The heady smoke of his arousal was intoxicating, and made him impossible to deny.

Whipping his head to Rain, Swiss looked to the water ghoul with expectant hesitation - awaiting approval.

“Raincloud?”

“Take what you need,” Rain rasped, a needy hand working its way down into his pants to relieve his own desperate cock.

And Swiss certainly didn’t need to be told twice.

With frenzied hands, he made rough work of forcing Dew’s tight slacks down around his thighs - just enough to free his cunt. Slick and waiting, Dew pushed his legs apart to fully reveal the extent of his arousal. It was an invitation, a plea, to be ruined.

Quick to settle in a familiar spot between Dew’s knees, Swiss stared up at him through dark lashes. Grinning with blood soaked fangs, he licked his lips with hungry anticipation.

Keeping heated eye contact, Swiss pulled the length of his tongue across Dew’s cunt. Light and teasing, blood smeared with the drag of the motion - mixing with the slick of his arousal.

Above him, Dew mewled at the sight - the amber of his eyes almost swallowed with pitch black pupils.

Using his response as encouragement, Swiss took to lapping at the head of Dew’s clit. Revelling in how it rested against his tongue with every pull and drag of his mouth. Pushing deeper, Swiss nudged his nose into Dew’s light curls, leaving his face flush against the swell of his body.

In response, Dew’s hips pressed up off the mattress with a whine, forcing himself further onto Swiss’ waiting mouth.

#HOCKEY GHOUL CEO #swissraindrop SWEEP #swissraindrop #trans dewdrop #ghost band #ghost fanfiction #dewdrop ghost #ficlet #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #hockey au

[milleopede]

does an 11am response still count?

during dew’s fire transition, talking didn’t come easy. it was hard to get through to him, so swiss took matters into his own hands.

he wrote dew letters.

they’re filled all the things he couldn’t or wanted to say - some as simple as an i love you, others, pages long. never expecting a response. for a while, they burned a hole in dew’s drawer when he couldn’t bear to face them. until he gave in, reading them all at once, then over and over again until he memorized swiss’ handwriting.

dew only ever wrote one back, and sentimental as ever, it stays tacked up on swiss’ wall.

twitter is unusable, it’s 2AM, most of my friends are asleep.

throw some headcanons at me before i die of boredom. please.

#swissdew #they mean so much to me #they’re so in love #ghost hc

[milleopede]

my girlfriends, every last one of them

i can post my “dewdrop and co are girls” memes here

[milleopede]

reposting this because i need to stake my claim as the hockey ghoul ceo as quick as i possibly can

#ghost #ghost fanart #dewdrop ghoul #hockey au #dewdrop ghost

[milleopede]



disappointed sigh, i finally caved. this is a complete and utter last report

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