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hypnoneghoul · 1 month

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Hey, Pretty

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Relationship: Swiss/Mountain

Tags: Lingerie, Possessive Sex, Degradation, Breeding

Swiss knew how to push Mountain's buttons too well and that thing he bought would be like slamming all those buttons at once. Or, Swiss gets himself lingerie.

Notes: It was waiting for a while, enjoy

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss is nothing, if not a tease.

He revels in having the power to make his chosen victim—or victims—break a sweat, make them all hot and bothered, lose control over themselves. Causing his packmates to cum their brains out after hours of teasing specifically makes something near pride bloom in his chest, he loves it. They all know it too, and even though Swiss always brings them to feeling need and arousal so intense it hurts, they’d never complain, at the end of the day.

Now, when Swiss saw that one ad online, he knew he had to get it and he knew who would be the first—because definitely not the only—victim of his purchase. Mountain didn't have to be teased all day to be brought to insanity. Swiss knew how to push all his buttons too well and that thing he bought would be like slamming all those buttons at once.

It didn’t take long for it to arrive, just a few days, but over those few days Swiss has had to excuse himself every time he thought about it, starting to chub up in his pants.

Oh, it was going to be so good.

Finally, the mail came. The multi ghoul snatched it and immediately ran to his room to try it on and prepare everything.

It was going to be so fucking good.

Swiss locked his door and all but ripped the package apart, cock filling out and kicking the moment his calloused fingers touched the delicate fabric. He put it all on with more care and he’d never been so glad for good online size charts. It all fit perfectly, and when he stood before a full body mirror his eyes lit up. He threw himself onto his bed and kicked off the panties, not wanting to get them dirty just yet. Swiss grabbed a bottle of lube from his nightstand and got to work.

He somehow managed to not cum in the process of getting himself ready to be fucked into oblivion, and around half an hour later he was shooting Mountain a quick text and slipping out of his room and into the commons. Thankfully, Swiss hadn’t come across anyone in there, or on his way. Not that he wouldn’t enjoy that, of course he would, but right now he was a neatly wrapped gift just for Mountain.

The multi ghoul didn’t have to wait much, the message he sent was suggestive enough for Mountain to not want to waste any time. Swiss heard the thump of his heavy footsteps on the other side of the den soon enough and got into position—leaning against the dining table with his legs outstretched.

“Swiss, love? What did you–” Mountain started, but froze as his eyes landed on Swiss. A quiet noise escaped his lips, his jaw dropped and his mouth went dry. The multi ghoul smirked.

He was wearing a bralette, pecs squeezed together by red lace in a way that gave him real cleavage, and an image of a cock sliding in and out from between Swiss’ boobs flashed through Mountain’s mind. Next time, he thought.

There was more, though. So much more. If he looked close enough he’d see gold around the multi ghoul’s nipples shining through the lace, something he really liked to play with.

There were soft chiffon cuffs pulled taught over Swiss’ muscled biceps—ready to snap at any moment—similarly to the delicate, lace gloves that looked movement-restictringly tight. Mountain wondered how they’d feel on his dick, if Swiss would even manage to wrap his hand around it.

The earth ghoul’s eyes stopped at Swiss’ soft tummy, a corset-like bottom of the bra made it lightly spill out at the bottom and the sight made Mountain salivate, rehydrating his dried mouth. Swiss’ belly hid the top of his panties and the garter belt just a tiny bit, and from there his cock caught his mate’s attention. It was half-hard, pressing against the tiny triangle of the panties’ front piece. Mountain wanted to rip the lace to shreds with his fangs.

Noticing where the earth ghoul’s gaze lingered for longer, Swiss spinned, teasing Mountain with just a quick view of his not especially big, but full and round, asscheeks. The giant let out a growl, barely in control of himself anymore. His cock got so hard in mere seconds it hurt.

Last, but not least, his eyes skimmed over Swiss’ legs, covered in stockings, the same red lace as he rest of the set, up to just over his knees and held up by thin straps of the garter belt digging into his meaty thighs. The earth ghoul silently thanked Satan Swiss didn’t get an idea of getting rid of his body hair. It made it all so much better, his muscled arms and thighs and soft chest and tummy covered in thick, dark hair. Not to speak of the bush peeking out from all around the panties.

Mountain was feral.

“Well?” Swiss asked. “What do you th– ah, shit!”

He didn’t manage to finish, being interrupted by the earth ghoul pouncing at him with a growl. Before Swiss could even notice what was happening, he was already bent over the table with the side of his face pressed into the wood and fingers in his ass.

“Jesus Christ, Mountain…” he broke off into a moan when two of Mountain’s long fingers immediately found his prostate. He didn’t need any prep and his mate would notice soon enough that he was already slick and loose. Swiss knew perfectly well what would happen, of course he prepared.

“Get your dick out,” the multi ghoul whined, arching his back into Mountain’s touch. The giant only rumbled in his chest again and ripped one of his hands away from Swiss to follow his humble request. He heard the click of a belt buckle and noise of a roughly pulled down zipper and the next thing he knew the wide head of the earth ghoul’s cock was being pushed into him.

“Make me yours,” Swiss moaned and Mountain absolutely lost it. He shoved himself all the way in with a howl, nailing Swiss’ sweet spot dead on so hard it hurt, and all he could do was whine and babble and drool onto the wood under his cheek. He was already ruined, and they’ve just begun. The earth ghoul kept snarling over him, Swiss could feel drops of spit hitting his back as Mountain picked up a painfully fast and hard and precise pace that sent the multi ghoul to somewhere near the orbit.

“Mine,” Mountain growled, leaning down over the expanse of his mate’s body to scrape his fangs over the—already covered in sweat—skin of his neck.

“Y– yours,” Swiss wheezed out, being rocked back and forth with the force of Mountain’s forceful thrusts. He felt tears pooling in his eyes as his cock, still trapped behind the pretty lace, now wet with precum, was repeatedly shoved into the edge of the table. It hurt, but it felt so good.

For a few moments the room was silent apart from the slapping sound of skin on skin, slick noise of Mountain’s cock fucking into Swiss, animalistic grunts of the earth ghoul and the high pitched whines of the multi ghoul. Both of them were too lost in it to think clearly enough to utter something coherent.

Mountain had his nose pressed into Swiss’ neck, his claws digging into his mate’s waist, pinpricks of blood escaping from under them. He desperately tried to hold himself up with the other hand, firmly planted next to Swiss’ head, tangled in his locs and adding that little bit more pain to all the maddening pleasure.

The earth ghoul slowed and reduced his thrusts to a series of deep grinds that made Swiss feel him in his throat. “Mounty… can I– I wanna see you…”

“Fuck… yeah,” he grunted and pulled away, even though there was reluctance. Swiss whimpered at the sudden emptiness and lack of pressure all over him, but Mountain was quick to turn him over so they’d be face to face. The multi ghoul grinned seeing his mate’s equally blissed out expression. He didn’t wait any more, hooking his legs around the other’s waist and pulling him in.

“Come on,” Swiss muttered and Mountain slammed back into him all at once, arms gripping him tightly. The multi ghoul whined loudly and all whorish, tears now streaming down his face and mixing with the spit that was already pooled on the table.

“You like that, don’t you?” Mountain growled, licking over Swiss’ racing pulse and moaning at the taste. “Being just a whore to be fucked and filled and claimed?”

“Yes, fuck, just for you.” The earth ghoul all but roared at that, returning to fucking him hard and fast, somehow even harder than before. Every thrust was abusing Swiss’ prostate and tugging at his rim and he feared he’d come before his mate. He could already feel the more and more pronounced swell of Mountain’s knot bumping against his ass and wanting to slip in, though. He didn’t expect either of them to be able to last especially long.

“Fucking– getting all dressed up,” he spat. “Like a slut.”

“Just for you.”

Mountain made a pained sound as if he would start crying, too, and Swiss felt him throb inside him. It must’ve been painful at this point, ready to burst, needing that wet, warm pressure all around, squeezing his knot and milking him dry.

“Swiss– shit, I– ‘m gonna–” Mountain’s voice suddenly got softer and finally something other than a growl broke its way free. He hid his face in Swiss’ chest and moaned prettily and if the multi ghoul knew anything at the moment, he knew it meant the giant really was about to cum.

“Come on,” he arched his back. As much as he could, at least, still being so tightly gripped and held in place by his near feral mate. “Gimme your knot, stuff me full. Breed me like the whore I am.”

Mountain made the sweetest noise as he shoved his knot all the way in, sinking his fangs into Swiss’ shoulder at the same time. The multi ghoul’s body went rigid and he might have blacked out for a moment when an earth shattering orgasm crashed into him, just as his mate’s cum started truly filling him all the way up.

One moment Swiss was shaking and crying through it and the next there was a heavy, sweaty body laying limply over him and pressing his own torso into the table.

“You alive up there, big guy?” he breathed out. He tried to chuckle, but the weight made it impossible, so all that left him was a wheeze.

“Mhm…” Mountain rumbled, his chest—and by extension Swiss’—vibrating with a beginning of a purr.

“Good to know, but I’m not gonna lie, it’s not too comfortable down here,” the multi ghoul grumbled with no real venom. Post-nut Mountain was too cute for him to actually complain about anything, especially after the little stunt he pulled.

“Thought you like it when I squeeze you.”

“I absolutely do,” Swiss giggled, “but not on our dining table, maybe. There’s a couch right there.”

“Oh… right,” Mountain said, but he was still slow to move. There was also the fact that his knot, locked in Swiss, was nowhere near deflating. The giant wrapped his arms around the multi ghoul—the process took him way longer than necessary, he got a bit lost in running his fingers over the lace that Swiss was still wrapped in—and hoisted the both of them up, Swiss hooking his legs around Mountain’s waist. The aforementioned couch was close enough so that if Mountain just flopped back onto it, he’d end up with Swiss in his lap. It was as awkward as ever, but it worked, and they landed with a huff and tiny moans at the pull of the earth ghoul’s cock. But they settled, Swiss taking off the gloves and nuzzling under Mountain’s jaw as the other wrapped a blanket that was nearby around him and kept him close. He himself was still clothed, after all, and Swiss—who had a tendency to go cold after coming down from his high—was all but.

“You are a menace, you know that?” the earth ghoul chuckled after a moment of relative silence, filled with just their purrs.

“Of course I do, sweetheart. And you love me for it.”

“I really do, don’t I?” Mountain sighed, rubbing his cheek against Swiss’.

“You’re completely enamored.”

“You’re no better,” he scoffed.

“Oh, I know. How could I not?” Swiss caught Mountain’s lips in a kiss. “You’re so beautiful, strong, smart and your dick is so good. Love your dick.”

“Ah, yes, of course. My dick. I love you, too.”

“Nothing about my dick? Or my ass?”

“Fine. I love your dick, too. And your ass.”

“Knew it.” With that, and another sweet kiss, the discussion ended, and they continued on purring happily, as close together as it can be. Some time later, probably unnecessarily long after Mountain’s knot would deflate, Swiss would get up. The earth ghoul’s dick would kick and slowly fill out again when he’d take in the image of his mate bloodied, bruised and well and truly marked, with cum leaking out of him and running down his thighs. Most importantly, he’d still be wearing this Satan damned lingerie.

Mountain would throw him over his shoulder this time and take him back to their bedroom. He had a few ideas earlier, didn’t he?

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swissalps

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spirit-lanterns · 1 month

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Bunny being pregnant would be interesting, especially due to her occupation

I also just wanna see how actual bunny pregnancy signs showcase in bunny reader’s behavior

Like actually expected bunny mom’s start nest building because their instincts tell them to build a shelter for their young. They become more aggressive, being defensive around others and not wanting to be touched due to their instinct to protect their babies. There’s also the fact that these soon-to-be mom’s also partake in pulling their fur off to use as a blanket to keep their babies warm (this could easily translate to as stealing or buying more blankets to warm their litter instead because in this au their humanoid and not actual animals)

It would be very interesting and I’m actually quite intrigued by the idea of pregnant bunny reader

Oh! Another fun fact, baby bunnies are called kittens/kits

I’ve been doing lots of Bunny research for the casino au, and I found out that once female rabbits reach the age where they could become mothers, they develop a little chub of fat around their neck called a dewlap!

It’s soooo cute! It’s like a little neck pillow that helps the mother rabbit reach the fur around her neck, so they can pull it off with their teeth and make nests out of their fur for the little ones! Bunny Reader in her bunny form would probably do that, but as a human, the equivalent of that would be stealing blankets and clothes (preferably from the HSR women) and building a nest out of those instead!

It is common for the HSR women to find some of their clothing items missing, but once they see that it’s in Bunny Reader’s nest, they give up on trying to get it back. They know how important it is to have those items for her 🥺

Also also, while she can be somewhat territorial, if Bunny Reader feels willing, she will pull some of her mates (the HSR women) to chill with her in her nest for cuddles. Like always, the girlfailure gets the best treatment, so Firefly was the first one to be dragged into the nest by Bunny Reader <33

#🕯️spirit box #casino au

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paintedstitches · 7 months

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Hello chub! A common freshwater fish known for its voracious appetite. :):):)

#embroidery #paintedstitches #needlework #thread painting #cross stitch #stardew valley #fish #custom

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dadsinsuits · 6 months

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Mark Francois

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theeevilresidentquarry · 4 months

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Christmas party surprise

Leons a bottom (common knowledge)

You're the top (also common knowledge)

The idea came to me in a dream and i had to write it down immediately

It was christmas eve at the Racoon City Police department, it was a christmas party for all the workers. But only the “important” ones really got to party, all the rookies including you and leon were basically ignored during most of it. For some reason they just didn't like any of the rookies, even though they used to be rookies themselves. After a while almost all of them just left, they got annoyed and were not really feeling the christmas spirit anymore.

Now chief irons was getting ready for another world famous speech, and you two weren't really interested in it, you decided to get comfortable in the break room and just drink and waste time. But after getting a little too comfortable, Leon jumped onto your lap as a joke. But he never got off and you just adjusted to the change.

The drinks must've been getting to Leon because he started to get fidgety and move around in your lap, which normally would’ve been fine but now the half chub you were trying so desperately to hide was getting toyed with.

At the very same time the arms you had wrapped firmly around Leon's torso felt a little tent growing in his pants. You stayed still trying to ignore the hardness growing in your pants but once leon noticed he started moving faster.

Now he knew you were hard, and you knew he was hard, it didn't take much longer for you to be trying your best to stifle leon's loud moans with your hand, instead of taking the hint he just sucked on your fingers and groaned louder. It was understandable though, if your prostate was getting rammed like his was currently, you'd be moaning out too.

Everything got much worse after hearing footsteps on their way towards the breakroom, the hallway was long enough that you'd have a good 30 seconds before someone got to the door, and Leon wasn't getting up anytime soon.

The loud slapping of you smashing in and out of Leon was surely heard from outside and all it took was a few of them until you were both groaning and cumming on each other. There wasn't much recovery time as you had to quickly pull out leaving more cum spilling out of leons hole as you both scrambled to put clothes back on and look as normal as possible on the couch when another rookie opened the door.

#leon kennedy #re2 leon #smut lol #x male reader #leon kennedy x male reader #first

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p1nkcanoe · 5 months

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swissalps footjob pwease 😊

for the record i need everybody to know that this is @crimsonclergy and @moony-ghoul 's fault. feet fiends. both of yous

who let the dogs out

[ swiss x mountain smut ]

summary: mountain likes feet... warnings: footjob, foot fetish... its a fuckin feet fic... words: 2611

read on ao3 or read below

Swiss and Mountain share the common room couch, each ghoul up against their own respective ends of it with long legs tangled in the middle. There’s a documentary about free climbing on the tv. Mountain seems really intrigued by it. He’d been talking about it for days, and upon walking into the room to find him watching it alone, the multi ghoul had simply told him to move his feet so that he could sink into the opposite end of the couch and give him some company. Now, they’ve been watching it for hours, and although Mountain seems really intrigued watching humans climb vertical slopes without proper equipment, Swiss is sure he’s fallen asleep more than a couple of times.

The man on the tv is preparing to climb his most impressive slope yet. It’s nearly completely vertical, a little icy, and the music is getting tense. Even Swiss has found a little more interest in it as the climber pulls his gloves off and laces up his shoes. Mountain on the other hand is locked on. Swiss stares at his eyes, waiting for the next time he decides to blink. It’s been way too long… He keeps telling Swiss to pay attention, keeps pointing out little things he’s learned as the documentary has progressed about ice, weather conditions, and climbing overall. It’s all a little silly, he thinks, but it’s fun to watch Mountain get so engrossed in things like this, especially when he’s so distracted that the hands rubbing Swiss’ feet haven’t halted for the past hour and a half.

Swiss had originally shot the other ghoul a confused look when he’d pulled his feet into his lap and peeled off his socks, had almost jerked them away when he’d wrapped his hands around one of them, but then he’d started massaging beginning with the balls of his foot and progressing into pressing his thumbs into his arch in little circles and the multi ghoul figured that he could allow it for a little bit.

As the climber starts to climb, Mountain idly rubs a little harder. He gets into Swiss’ heel, squeezes the sides and always returns to his arch with those little circular motions. He’s locked in. His hands move absentmindedly and his eyes stay glued to the screen. At one point when the climber starts to slip a little bit on the ice he digs his thumbs into the tender parts of the bottom of his foot and Swiss pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, tilting his head towards the ceiling and cringing when the pleasure teeters right on the edge of pain. It’s only when he recovers and the music softens just a bit that Mountain eases up again and rubs at the space between his toes and the rest of his foot.

Swiss has always had a little bit of an idea that there was something weird about Mountain and his relationship with feet. Ever since he caught the big guy staring at Cumulus’ manicured toes while the entire pack enjoyed a day at the lake, drinking homemade wine and snacking on sweets, he’d had a bit of a hunch. And yeah, what he’s doing feels good, but he can’t get that image out of his head. Especially when Mountain’s sporting more than a bit of a chub between his legs…

Swiss’ other foot sits comfortably under his right, thoroughly massaged and loose, and Swiss takes one more look between the other ghoul’s legs, then up at his face–which is still fixed on the tv as the climber continues to ascend–and bends his free leg at the knee, maneuvering it just enough to get it between Mountain’s legs. For the first time in what feels like forever the earth ghoul breaks his gaze from the tv for just a moment to acknowledge the leg now planted between his own but quickly returns when he hears the climber lose his balance for a brief second and yelp in surprise.

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath. “Did you see that shit?”

“Yeah,” Swiss says, not paying attention anymore to the tv in the slightest. He glances up, makes sure the earth ghoul is distracted again, and stretches out just the right amount to press the center of his foot to the front of Mountain’s shorts, right over the bulge that’s been a little too obviously chubby for just watching a documentary.

Mountain shoots his head over to Swiss, confused at first, unsure of what is going on with the pressure between his legs, but then Swiss presses in a little harder and Mountain sucks in a sharp breath. His hands still from where they’re wrapped around his other foot. Swiss’ brows raise at the little sound and he pushes in a little harder, squishing the ghoul’s heavy balls with the center of his foot, and Mountain goes more than a little red.

“Yeah, big guy,’ Swiss smirks and wiggles his toes. “Knew you’d like that…”

The earth ghoul whimpers, shifts uncomfortably at the pressure on his crotch and Swiss looks him in the eyes before nodding towards his lap.

“Go ahead, get it out. Let me see how hard you are over rubbing my feet.”

“What if someone–”

“You want them or not?” He asks in a harsh whisper, careful to not alert anyone of what’s potentially about to happen. “I’m only offering you this once.”

The big ghoul looks almost sad, caught between what he very obviously wants and what he knows he shouldn’t do. Swiss raises a brow and tilts his foot forward to press in with his toes and those big green eyes dart towards both ends of the room, towards the direction of each of the halls where any member of their pack could emerge from at any second. The invisible clock continues to tick, counting down the seconds before Swiss takes back his word. The man on the tv continues to climb. Mountain begins to chew on his cheek and for a moment Swiss thinks he’s going to decline the offer. He looks back towards his lap and his eyes follow the long line of his legs and up his body to his face, brow pulled together tight.

“Could we at least move to–”

“No.”

“Swiss…”

“Here or never.”

Mountain sighs, hesitating as he fights himself on what he needs. Is he really willing to risk his pride for a little bit of pleasure? Maybe he is. He’ll lose his dignity either way…

His eyes drop back down towards where Swiss’ toes are tickling up and down the length of his shaft where its filled out nice and heavy against his thigh and he curses under his breath, letting go of Swiss’ other foot to grab hastily at his waistband in defeat. His cock bounces up, hard and flush and sticky at the tip and Swiss smirks, chuckling, because yeah, the big guy’s really into feet. He can’t wait to tell Dew about this. And although he feels like he’s managed to prove his own point and get Mountain to get his dick out, he isn’t exactly sure where to go from here. Luckily, Swiss watches the exact moment that Mountain’s green eyes flood dark, nearly black, as he locks onto the foot in his lap, his dick sizing up nicely in front of it, curving up towards his tummy.

“Can I please touch ‘em?”

Swiss shrugs and flexes his toes, “You’ve been touching them all night.”

He reaches for Swiss’ foot between his legs and pulls it up until it’s right against the underside of his dick, his heel heavy on his balls, and a groan tears itself from his throat, so loud and unabashed with the new feeling that it makes Swiss’ cheeks go a little red. This time it's Swiss’ turn to look around the room. If anyone in their room decided to come out to investigate the noise he isn’t too sure who is in a worse position. Sure, Mountain’s rutting against the bottom of his foot, but it’s Swiss’ foot. Something about it is so mortifying but he can’t get himself to pull away or tell him to stop. Besides… It’s kinda hot…

Mountain ruts his hips upwards in small, jerky movements, chasing that little bit of stimulation against the bottom of his foot, but it doesn’t take long for him to build up to quick, strong punches of his hips, and it tickles. His heel has to be digging painfully into his sack. He’s practically kicking him in the balls with every bounce of his foot against it, but when he tries to keep his foot suspended in the air for him to rub against it Mountain growls at him and forces him back down with a rough hand. The noise he makes when the weight of his foot drops back onto his balls turns that deep, bone chilling growl into a whiny mewl and Mountain pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and grunts with every slide. It’s a pathetic sight, but there’s something oddly hot about it that’s making Swiss’ stomach flip and flutter a bit.

He lets him rut against his foot for a while, all the while he sits there in amazement. It’s been a while since Mountain was this enthusiastic about anything. He remembers the last time Mountain let him ride him, even the last time he gave him a good handjob… He’d given him his best effort and Mountain had barely even made a noise until he came. Now the earth beast won’t shut the fuck up. He grunts with every single thrust, obviously trying to stay quiet and failing miserably, and throws his head back against the arm of the couch when his spongy head catches on the bottom ridge of Swiss’ toes.

Swiss surprises himself when the sight of Mountain lost in pleasure combined with the tickle against the sensitive skin of his feet makes his dick twitch to life. He fills out slowly and tents the front of his sweats, unsure if he should palm himself in fear that it would mean he likes this, too.

Does he?

Is he into this?

Clearly not as much as Mountain, but maybe a little bit. He can admit that much…

Mountain’s movements begin to get a little jerky, clearly getting more and more uncomfortable with having to do all of the work, so Swiss pulls his other foot up into his lap and Mountain stills momentarily, looking up at him with a gorgeous, glossed over look in his eyes. His brain is somewhere else. Probably in his dick. The apples of his cheeks are pink and his chest raises in an even pattern as he catches his breath. His mouth sits open, slightly ajar, and his big hands clench and unclench against the raised edge of the couch cushion. He raises a brow and Swiss presses his feet flat against his hips.

“Can I try something?” He asks. The question falls off of his tongue before he has time to think about what he’s suggesting. Mountain’s eyes flood darker, impossibly more, and he nods with quick movements of his head.

“Please.”

He fumbles for a moment with his body, scooting down the edge of the couch to sink into the cushions and get into a position where he can get his feet on either side of the earth ghoul’s cock. He’s almost entirely on his back and cramped uncomfortably into the small space that he shares with Mountain’s legs, and when he gets to a point where he thinks he can move, he experimentally starts to rub the arches of his feet up and down either sides of his shaft. It’s awkward and easily the worst footjob in the history of footjobs, but the effect that it has on the other ghoul is immediate and devastating. He throws his head back and covers his face with his hands, moaning loud and uncontrolled behind them with every terrible slip and slide of Swiss’ feet.

Eventually with a little bit of trial and error he starts to get the hang of it and Mountain only gets louder and louder. If there’s anyone listening from their room with the smallest bit of curiosity, it has to be obvious that something weird is going on. If someone were to walk in on them like this would he be embarrassed? He thinks so, maybe a little, but the way that Mountain is moaning and jerking his hips up, losing himself between his feet, is worth it.

He gets a little cocky when he decides to fold his hands up behind his head and jerk Mountain off with his feet, and his lips curl up into an evil little smile when he watches Mountain look down, unable to take his eyes off of where his tip appears and disappears between smooth arches. He leaks uncontrollably. So painfully turned on. Each slide of skin against skin gets wetter and wetter from the copious amount of pre that gets dragged and shared across their skin. He leaks like a faucet. Swiss wants to be mean, he really, really does, but he decides to hold his tongue. What they’re deep into in the middle of the common room is enough…

“I’m gonna cum,” Mountain forces out between pants. Breathless. His chest rises and falls rapidly and Swiss lets out an amused huff between quick pants of his own.

His legs are really beginning to burn from keeping them up.

“Already?”

“Yes, already,” he rushes out, eyes flicking up to Swiss’ before flicking right back down. He throws his head back again and his dick twitches violently between his feet. “Fuck, keep going.”

Swiss does as he’s told. Happily. He shifts around, trying to find a better angle for his feet to get him off but the slight changes and different views of Mountain’s dick sandwiched between two gorgeous feet are only catapulting him closer and closer to his orgasm. When Swiss hooks one of his feet around the front of his dick and uses the other to drag his toes back and forth over Mountain’s head, he loses it, cursing through his teeth in a string of babbled nonsense and shooting all over his toes and the top of his foot, covering him in more cum than he’s seen in a long while from him.

He rides it out as long as he can and Swiss works him through the entire thing until he’s shaking and jerking his hips away, hissing through his teeth with every painful slide until he’s forced to push his body up and put distance between his lap and Swiss’ feet. Just to be mean Swiss stretches a cum covered foot towards his dick and Mountain is quick to shove him away and tell him to kindly fuck off.

Swiss smirks. Mountain ignores him.

They stare at each other for a long moment while Mountain catches his breath and Swiss tries to figure out what to do with himself next.

He just gave Mountain a footjob.

And he came from it.

And he kinda liked it…But what the fuck do they do now?

“Will you let me fuck your feet again?” Mountain asks, breaking the silence and tearing Swiss out of his thoughts. Swiss shakes his head and points a finger out in his direction.

“We are never speaking of this again.”

Swiss doesn’t miss the way his face falls in visible disappointment as he tucks himself back into his shorts, cringing at the sticky mess covering his cock.

Swiss flexes his toes, still messy, and mumbles under his breath.

“Okay, maybe…”

#title from who let the dogs out by baha men #i think its funny #please laugh #swiss x mountain #nsft

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creatorisdumb · 1 month

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‼️‼️Random Smiling Critters headcannons I made for no reason ‼️‼️

All under cut. This one is long af, I don’t wanna take up too much room with my silly billys 🥺🥺🥺

DogDay:

•He’s a leash child. There is no way he isn’t a leash child. Anytime he and the other critters go somewhere new they HAVE to put him on a leash or he’ll get lost.

•He also has a mussel(?) that they put on him whenever he’s being a problematic emo puppy. He doesn’t wear it often but every other month CatNap just puts it on him.

•Speaking of the mussel, DogDay HATES baths. The girls got so tired of his ‼️STANK‼️ that they forced him to take a bath. He was so uncooperative that they used both a mussel and a cone on him.

•Whenever Picky cooks something with cheese DogDay will just sit beside her and beg for some. Average dog moment Ngl.

•His favorite toy is an old ass, gross fucking tennis ball that Kickin probably gave him. The amount of times he has been hit in the face with it is insane.

CatNap:

•He’s selective mute. Anytime he does speak he’s either forced too, high on the nip or VEEERYY annoyed. Whenever he needs to communicate he’ll just use sign language.

•CatNap can fall asleep anywhere. He could fall asleep on a cactus and he wouldn’t care. He’s a cat, anything is possible.

•He plays like a cat. Lasers, those feather toy things, catnip, boxes, string, anything.

•One of his love languages is gift giving. He’ll often give people he likes dead rodents or random trinkets. He likes to give Bubba dead or fake rats.

•Sometimes Bubba will give him catnip. Whenever he does, CatNap gets hyperactive and really talkative. He also tries to get Bubba to give him more, although any attempts will fail.

•He’s kinda the only critter who can climb. Because of this, to get some sleep time, he’ll just climb the tallest/closest tree he can find and sleep on a good branch.

Kickin:

•Short ass loser. Probably the shortest male. What a beta male Ngl. /j

•A very angry child. Whenever he’s angry he kicks (Haha get it?) and screams. Often times someone has to hold him back from beating the shit out of someone (That someone most likely being Hoppy)

•I don’t know if chickens are like this but idfc. He doesn’t like being touched on the back or under his wings(or arms..? Ig..?) for bird reasons. Bubba is completely aware of this and sometimes rubs those spots to piss off Kickin.

•When being held from beating the shit outta people he pecks at their arms to get free. His beak is rather sharp so it often hurts. Although Bubba is usually the one to hold him back so he tries to avoid pecking at Bubs arms. With anyone else tho, their arms end up slightly bloody.

•He probably uses Gen Alpha slang ironically (same bro)

Bubba:

•His favorite school subject is math. What a fucking loser. Lame. Lame!! Loser!!!! (Shhh…! Don’t look at my grades-!!!!)

•He’s probably the biggest of the male critters. He’s really heavy and kinda a fat boy 0-0 the only one who can get him at least a centimeter off the ground is Bobby. This freaks the shit out of him.

•At states earlier, CatNap likes giving him dead/fake rats. This has become such a common occurrence between the two that anytime CatNap gives him a gift box he has someone else open it.

•^^^ Bubba is terrified of rodents, especially rats and mice. He has mice traps everywhere, mostly in random, barely noticeable corners. (Blame CatNap, he’s done this one to many times)

•He’s got MAD rizz bro. Everyone but Picky (I headcannon her as lesbian) and Hoppy has had a crush on him at some point. Kickin was the only one who got lucky tho.

•His little charm thing can glow, although it has to be turned on for it to glow.

•He’s a bit chubby… he’s got that good chub. Make him a big boy, he’s an elephant, make him big.

Hoppy:

•You cannot tell me she doesn’t own a trampoline bro. You ‼️CANNOT‼️ tell me she don’t own a trampoline.

•That being stated, she will often stargaze on it during them good nights. She will also play on it with the other critters, although they often get off it once she gets a little too silly.

•She will often tease Kickin for being gay despite her being biromantic. The most sibling ever.

•Dumbass probably vegan. Carrot. Dumbass loser!!!

•Whenever she runs a certain speed she does a bunch of hops to pick up speed. No one knows why she does it. Not even her, she’s been doing this since she was a lil bun bun, it’s a habit at this point.

Picky:

•Girl is VERY protective of her precious kitchen. Whenever she’s cooking she doesn’t let anyone but Bubba or DogDay in. Anyone else and they will be yelled at in angry pig language.

•She cooks mad food bro. If she isn’t there you might as well just die, it’s not worth it.

•”Can we get McDonald’s?” “We got McDonald’s at home.”

•Her favorite show is Hell’s Kitchen and her favorite movie is Ratatouille and Rainy with a chance of meatballs. Change my mind.

•She and Bubba are high-key sibling core Ngl. On the second Tuesday of every month they exchange information. Picky will give him the other critters current diets, weight and physical health and Bubba will give her cooking recipes. No one but them knows about this.

CraftyCorn:

•Girlie definitely ate paint and drew on walls. She is the least likely to have never purposely tasted the purple watercolor pigment and drank the cursed paint water potion.

•She gets high off of scented markers, I don’t make the rules. Her favorite flavor of marker is blue.

•She probably bedazzles everything given to her. Oh that moldy chicken nugget? It’s shinier than a disco ball now. Your favorite hoodie you gave her bc she’s ur tiny girlfriend? She’s now a walking diamond. Your grandmas ashes? Granny has never looked better! Your kidney? The only kidney stones I’m seeing are the stones blinding me because holy shit, i have a bedazzling problem.

•She teaches the others how to draw during the weekend. Whenever someone finished a project she hangs them on her walls and her favorites go on the fridge. Bubba can’t draw, but he still tries.

•Since she’s the only one who really has hair, Bobby likes styling her hair into silly little styles. Her favorite to put on her are pigtails and braids.

Bobby:

•She loves physical affection. She loves touching, being around people, yes. She definitely gives the best hugs out of all of them.

•Bitch probably wears heart shaped glasses when out with the girlies. They do find it attractive.

•We need more fat girl appreciation bro. Make her a big girl. I wanna see people draw her as a unit. She’s a bear, give her chonk! Healthy fat girls are hot, make her hot XCCCCCC ‼️‼️‼️‼️

•She’s decently strong, due to bear. Not as strong as Bubba, but still pretty strong as she’s the only one who can lift most of them off the ground at the same time.

•She probably writes love letters to the others but never sends them. Right to the shredder!

•She and DogDay are in a poly relationship with the other critters. They are in a very happy relationship and it’s very wholesome.

Finally just for shits and giggles, here’s every time I mentioned a critter outside their own head cannons

DogDay: 2

Catnap: 4

Kickin: 3

Bubba: 11

Hoppy: 2

Picky: 2

Crafty: 0 (Fucking loser)

Bobby: 2

I do not have a bias. No

Not one.

#shit post #smiling critters #poppy playtime smiling critters #dogday #catnap #kickinchickin #bubba bubbaphant #hoppy hopscotch #picky piggy #craftycorn #bobby bearhug #headcanon #head cannons #head canon

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forlorn-crows · 9 months

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I've just had the most terrible (wonderful) thought. Puppy Mountain / Mean!Dew. Mountain gets away with everything when he's in puppy mode because he is just so damn cute like that but Dew has decided he needs to be more obedient actually.

im supposed to be working on my wips . . .

here, have some good ol' degradation from our resident fire ghoul and a very desperate earth pup

Dew twirls the delicate chain leash in his hand, tugging ever so slightly, just enough to put pressure around Mountain’s throat. His throat bobs underneath the black leather as he tries and fails to swallow the excess saliva in his mouth.

“Do you think you’ve been a good boy, Mountain?” Dew’s tone is low, commanding. Directive. Mountain looks up at him with wide, tearful eyes, a low whimper falling from his lips. His tail thumps against the hardwood, eager to please. His cock hangs heavy between his folded legs. It kicks a little with Dew’s words, dripping more pre onto the floor.

Dew sneers. “I don’t think so. I think you’ve been a bad boy.” He’s sure they make an odd pair to the common eye, but Mountain never feels smaller than when he’s bare, needy, and owned by the fire ghoul. He whimpers again, a weak protest.

“Think you can get away with anything, don’t you,” he continues, looking him up and down. “Smooth your way out of bad behavior with those big green puppy dog eyes, hm?”

Mountain’s ears pin back low against his head, sheepish. Apologetic.

Dew tuts. “That doesn’t work on me. Good dogs listen to their masters.” He snaps the leash, waltzing around to the back of Mountain’s huddled form. The fire ghoul drapes the chain over his shoulder and strokes his hair between his horns. It’s not soft or comforting—it’s a petting that exudes pride of ownership.

“You’ll just have to show me how good you can be.” Obedient is what he means. “I certainly hope you remember all of your tricks, dog.” Mountain whines, shaking his head to attempt to rid of the anxiety creeping up his spine.

Dew lets out a dark laugh. “Don’t be nervous. You’ll get your reward, in the end.” He leans in close, hot mouth ghosting along the downturned curve of Mountain’s ear. “But only if you listen,” he threatens. The harsh tone goes straight to the earth ghoul’s gut, mouth watering and cock kicking against his stomach.

Dew steps back and lifts his booted foot, nudging Mountain onto all fours with a swift nudge between his shoulder blades. He scrambles to catch himself before he faceplants, landing hard on his palms. Dew makes his way back to his front; the only view Mountain has of him for a few weighted moments is his well-worn boots placed straight under his nose.

“Watch me,” Dew commands firmly. Mountain’s face snaps up towards him, wide eyes meeting the fire ghoul’s narrowed ones. They soften subtly at the corners at the earth ghoul’s speedy response. “Good boy,” he smirks, tail snapping behind him. He tilts his head, considering.

“Sit,” he lilts. Mountain holds his eye contact, utterly loyal. He lowers his haunches and sits back on his heels, hunched over so his hands remain on the ground.

“Very good.” It’s low, mean, teasing. Completely designed to humiliate. Dew drops a hand down to his crotch and rubs over his fly, palming his barely-there bulge. He isn’t really hard yet, but the way Mountain’s mouth parts with a line of drool already forming off the tip of his tongue shows even the promise of it is tantalizing enough.

“Down.” Dew points to the ground and the earth ghoul sinks down to it, belly pressing to the tops of his thighs and chest resting on top of his neatly-folded arms. He looks up at the other ghoul still, seeking approval hungrily.

“Good,” he says curtly. “Up again.” Mountain’s eyes are squarely on Dew’s pants now, eyeing his now chubbed up dick pressing against the seam. A fat line of drool spills from his mouth, joining the puddle of pre on the hardwood.

Dew smiles, all fang, pleased with himself. He crosses his arms. The movement makes the leash tug a little, earning a gasp from the needy ghoul beneath him. It makes the next word out of his mouth even more satisfying.

“Speak.”

Mountain chirps, more of a shocked sound than anything. There’s a hint of embarrassment in his wide eyes, hesitancy welling up in the corners of them. But Dew doesn’t miss the way his cock twitches traitorously, or the way the spade of his tail lifts once, twice.

“Mountain, speak,” he says more forcefully, beginning to wind the thin chain of the leash around his wrist.

The earth ghoul rushes to make a sound, producing a rumbly little rrrruff, not unlike a disgruntled husky. The look on his face shows Dew that he knows it wasn’t enough, hanging his head shamefully.

“Uh uh.” He tugs on the leash, forcing Mountain’s chin back up. He leans in close, about a hands-width away from being nose to nose. “I won’t ask you again,” Dew hisses. “Speak.”

Mountain lets out a pained moan before ultimately swallowing his pride and forcing out a loud, singular bark. Dew grins and gives the side of his face a pat before rising back up.

“Good.” He gives him a once over, takes in his watery eyes, his shaky arms, the shine of his spit-soaked chin, and, of course, the flushed length of his cock, throbbing under Dew’s gaze—the gaze that dips lower, landing on the floor beneath Mountain’s knees.

Dew sucks his teeth, hides a venomous smile. “Look at the mess you’ve made,” he says, dangerously low. Mountain snaps his head down, sucking in a breath at the puddle of precum and drool between his legs. Blatant proof of his desperation.

"No," Dew corrects. He steps to his side and places a firm hand at the nape of his neck. "Really look at it." Dew forces his head down to the floor. Mountain whimpers as he's made to crumple back down to his belly, nose centimeters from the edge of his mess. He whines, looking up at the fire ghoul with pleading eyes, tears threatening to spill over.

"Clean it up, puppy. And then we'll see about a reward." His hand releases from the back of his neck. Mountain could say no, could draw the line at licking up his own spill off the dirty floor. The word hovers on the tip of his tongue.

But the reward, he knows, is far worth the punishment.

Mountain drags the flat of his tongue across the mess, huffing at the taste of himself and the wearing varnish on the hardwood. He makes it as quick as he can, efficiently licking up every smear, every drop, every well of need. When he's done, he sits up and licks his lips, internally grimacing at the taste as he grins at his handler.

Thankfully, Dew returns the grin and gives him another pat on the head. "Good boy. Now," he tugs on the leash, moving towards the bed, "come along, pup."

The earth ghoul hesitates, resulting in a harsh tug on his collar as Dew has to stop in his tracks. He throws a look over his shoulder. Mountain looks down at his hands, back up at Dew.

Dew rolls his eyes. "All fours," he says simply. He resumes his stride, ignoring the whine he gets in response as Mountain hobbles on long limbs behind him. Again, the earth ghoul has to bury his pride for the short path to the bed, pausing once he reaches the foot of it. He sits and waits for permission, joining Dew on the bed when he beckons him up.

Dew smirks, eyeing Mountain’s body laid out beside him, hard cock trapped between his thighs. He tugs on the chain, bringing his face right next to his own. He hums and trails his nose along Mountain’s, dipping back down to nip at his top lip. The earth ghoul melts against him, begging.

“Now,” Dew breathes, lips brushing across Mountain’s. He tugs hard on the leash, pulling the rings of the martingale section close to touching, restricting the larger ghoul’s throat and wringing from him a needy, choked-out whine. Dew huffs a mean laugh and lowers his voice to a dangerous whisper.

“Breed me like the dog you are.”

#ask #anon #ficlet #puppy mountain #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain/dew #dew/mountain #mountaindew #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #this is so mean to my boy im so sorry #he loves it tho #naughty thing

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hypnoneghoul · 1 month

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Down To The Ground

WC: 5k

Relationship: Swiss/Mist

Tags: Murder Ghouls, Blood and Gore, Violence, Injury, Intersex Mist, Tentacle Dick, Anal Sex, Dubious Consent, Blood As Lube, Vaginal Sex, Intoxication, Toxic Cum, Gill Play, Come Inflation, Scratching, Multiple Orgasms, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Thigh Humping, Objectification (if you squint), Size Difference, Cock Bulge

Swiss had finally gotten a chance to get fucked by Mist. It's a wild ride.

Notes: Commission for @sexy-sea-basss. Thank you for your support and letting me absolutely run with this heheh

Read under the cut or on AO3.

Swiss has had his eyes on her for ages. From the moment he had met her—about a year after he was summoned, because she had been away with the Ministry’s business—he had immediately known he had to get into her bed. She was beautiful and intimidating and there were so many things he wanted her to do to him. He had thought he would do anything she would ask him of. So he had waited.

Respectfully, of course, he was not an animal, but he had been waiting for a chance for months. During those months, his desire for her had only been fueled by various stories from the ghouls that knew her the longest. With some of them Swiss had no idea if they were real or made up just to scare him. Or to turn him on.

Anyway, he had waited patiently until an opportunity would come up. It was unexpected when it did happen, but it was exciting nonetheless. He had barely even spoken to her properly before that day, but when she stormed into their common room—looking sick and stripped bare of her usual stoic demeanor—Swiss’ eyes lit up and his lips curled into a grin.

“Who’s up for a hunt?” Mist asked, her voice barely above a growl and her eyes wide.

The multi ghoul’s hand shot up, but Dewdrop sitting next to him kept him down with a jab in the ribs with an elbow. “Ow, what!? You hunt all the time. I hunt all the time.”

“She’s not offering a hunt, Swiss. It’s a hunt with her and you are not up for it. Especially unprepared, trust me,” the fire ghoul muttered into his ear, so fast the words were all jumbled together and barely understandable. Mist was waiting, after all.

“Oh, come on. I won’t break. I am up for a little fun,” Swiss shrugged and got up from the couch before Dewdrop could actually stop him. Mountain sitting on the armchair opposite from them was hiding behind a book, staying silent and not drawing any attention to himself. The multi ghoul walked up to Mist and she grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the common room with more strength than she should possess, considering her size.

The moment the two disappeared behind the corner Mountain lowered his book and looked over at Dewdrop, both of them sighing exasperatedly. “It was nice knowing him, I guess.”

In the meantime, Swiss was struggling to keep up with Mist’s pace as she dragged him outside the Abbey, anticipation warming him up from the inside.

“Uh, so…” the multi ghoul started, after clearing his throat, “what exactly does a hunt with you entail?”

“Killing something and fucking in it’s blood,” Mist growled, her sharp claws digging into his arm.

“Color me excited,” Swiss mumbled as pangs of both anxiety and arousal shot through him. Neither of them uttered any more words for a while after that.

Only when they were deep inside the woods did Mist push Swiss down to his knees and spoke, “You’re going to run and find me food. It's out there, they let it out for me. Bring it down, but don’t kill. Wait for me.”

“Yes, m– ma’am,” the multi ghoul muttered, not daring to look up at her. She didn’t really do anything to him—yet—but he was already out of his mind, cock rapidly chubbing up in his pants. Mist grabbed his horn and tugged with a growl, so hard something in his neck cracked.

“Get moving, then. Run.”

And run Swiss did, scrambling up and tripping over his own legs and roots curving up and out of the ground. He started running with no regards to the direction just yet. Mist said something was let out for her. Prey.

When the multi ghoul ran far away enough so that he was sure the ghoulette could not see him anymore—unless she had been following him—he paused, panting. He shucked off his shirt and as soon as he caught his breath again, he focused on all the scents surrounding him. There was so many layers, all the trees, animals, rich ground, the creak, and–

Fear.

The smell of fear reached his flared nostrils, raw human fear. They must have known why they were there and they must have known their fate. The ghouls were a cautionary tale to the siblings, after all. Swiss doubted this one was a sibling, though. It could have been—if they had committed a crime—but such stupid ones didn’t come along often. More likely it was someone smuggled from the city, someone who didn’t deserve a quick or a peaceful death. Usually it was rapists. Sister Imperator was not stupid, she knew that in order for the hellish beasts—quite literally living in her basement—to not turn on her and the Clergy, she had to let them indulge once in a while. A deal with dirty men in power from the cities closest to the Abbey was her way to execute that.

Swiss took off running again, following the now clear trail of the human’s stench. He wasn’t far from them, it would take him mere minutes to bring them down, fly them open and–

And wait for Mist.

The multi ghoul’s cock kicked in his pants —which reminded him he still had them on—at the thought and he slowed down, crouching down by a trunk of a thick tree. He took a deep breath and let it out with a growl on his lips. They were close.

He got out of the fabric prison and let his glamor float away a bit more. He stayed down, reduced to instinct now that the human’s fear was so close and smelled so potent and delicious. Swiss slowly stalked closer and closer to the source. It must have been clueless. It probably stopped, tired of running and already knowing there was no way for it to escape.

Swiss narrowed his eyes as he looked around, peeking from behind a tree in an attempt to gain a visual of his prey. He succeeded.

It was sitting on the trunk of a fallen tree, slumped, shaking and whimpering. The multi ghoul’s fangs throbbed and his mouth watered as he began to approach, staying close to the ground. He was not especially well attuned with his earth part, but it was enough to feel her rumbling, her heart beating, as if encouraging him. She could not wait to feel warm blood soaking into her. After all, she had to get a snack once in a while, too.

The next few moments were a blur, as usual. Instinct and adrenaline taking over, Swiss pounced at the human curled in on itself. It shrieked and the multi ghoul wanted to silence it by ripping its fragile little throat out with his fangs, but Mist had ordered otherwise. He dug his claws into its neck instead, crouched atop it on the ground. Not enough to damage, but more than enough to stop it from squirming as they waited for the water ghoulette.

They did not have to wait long. She appeared out of nowhere, suddenly just there.

Mist growled with her teeth bared, and Swiss backed up before she got the chance to maul him, too. He let out a submissive chatter as he scrambled to the side and knelt, his eyes hung on the other as she started the meal. There was not much thought left in the multi ghoul’s brain by now, but he still hoped he had get to eat some, too.

He was drooling down his chin and onto the ground as Mist sliced open the human’s abdomen with one claw. Its scream was like music to their ears. It did not scream for long, though, because next came its throat, ripped out with one rapid movement of the water ghoulette’s arm. She shoved her hand into the bloody fountain that was the human’s midsection and pulled out its insides, throwing them to the side. Her other side, far away from Swiss. He wasn't a fan of the guts, but he would rather have those than nothing.

Mist threw out all that she deemed not to her taste—all while growling and snarling, seemingly without a shred of humanity left in her—and on the last pull the heart came out. She stared at her price panting with wide eyes as blood trickled down her forearms and dripped down onto the ground from her elbow. Swiss whined like a kicked puppy at the sight, need and hunger twisting inside him nearly painfully.

The water ghoulette’s head snapped to the side and for a moment Swiss thought his heart would end up in her other hand and his throat in her mouth, but instead Mist had ripped off the human's leg and threw it to him. The multi ghoul grabbed it greedily and sank his aching fangs into the meat, moaning as blood flooded his mouth.

After a moment, Mist stood up and walked over to him, the human’s heart still in hand. She put her other hand on Swiss’ head, dying his locs with blood, and pushed down with so much strength the multi ghoul had no chance to not go down with the force. He braced himself on his forearms and continued gnawing at the leg as Mist grabbed his tail next and pulled it up so hard it hurt his spine. Swiss got the hint, though—even with his brain leaking out of his ears—and pushed his ass all the way up, arching his back.

His body started shaking as he waited. Naked, face down in the blood-soaked foliage and ass up in the air, his tail hooked up high over his hip. Presenting and ready for whatever it was Mist wanted from him. He heard her behind him, chewing and growling over the obscene noises of herself devouring a heart. The blood splashing. The muscle ripping.

Out of nowhere something warm and sticky hit Swiss’ ass. He was plenty wet by now, but when he realized Mist had just spat the human’s blood onto his hole, another glob of slick leaked out of it, mixing with the gore.

Fuck in something’s blood, she had said.

Then, the ghoulette was on him, claws raking down his back and settling at the fat on his hips, digging in just as he did earlier to their prey’s neck. Swiss was feeling so empty since it had started, but then there was something cool and slimy wiggling against him and–

Right. Mist was a water ghoul

That was her tentacle.

He moaned at the realization and pushed his own claws deep into the damp and soft ground below him. The tip of the water ghoulette’s tentacle pressed against his asshole and with no more preamble kept on pressing without any regards to his squirming and submissive whining. She held him still with unbelievable strength as her cock reached places inside him not even Mountain had ever reached. Neither had Aether with his quintessence. He felt so full, like she was in his throat and in his veins and between his bones.

One thing about the multi ghoul was that he liked pain. He loved it, even. He also loved being pushed to his limits and tested. Filled so full it hurt with how his insides were stretched was his idea of heaven. It was as close to heaven as any ghoul would ever get.

Swiss could barely breathe, there were tears in his eyes and blood on his tongue and he was out of his mind. He lay there as Mist’s tentacle kept going, curling and unwinding, tensing and loosening, bunching up and lengthening. It stretched his hole impossibly and it stung, even though he was so slick it was a miracle the tentacle did not keep slipping out. Only thanks to how long it was and the suckers that kept catching on his rim.

The multi ghoul barely had any idea on what was happening, panting and letting out debauched noises one after the other as his insides were being thoroughly explored by Mist’s tentacle. His whole body jostled when it thickened even more, as if it had bent in half snd twisted around itself inside him. The tip of it pressed against Swiss’ prostate and he wailed at the feeling of what—he could have only guessed—was the suckers sticking to that little, but magical, bundle of nerves inside him. He had never felt such a thing, not even with Rain.

When the tentacle seemed to have found its purpose, Mist started actually fucking him. She pulled back—the tentacle stretching—only to slam back in and push Swiss forward on the ground with the force of it. It stayed attached to him on the inside so the water ghoulette could thrust as wildly as she wanted and not risk slipping out and pausing Swiss’ torture for even a second. The constant pressure on his prostate provided him with as incessant pleasure that was only being spiked with each slam of Mist’s hips. His hole kept stretching around her cock as it bunched up to reach its maximum—Swiss hoped—thickness and filled him to the brim on every single thrust. It was maddening and there was no way the multi ghoul was coming out of these woods alive.

The water ghoulette was, seemingly, even more gone, overwhelmed by whatever animalistic instinct it was that had taken over her that day. It looked like a rut, but if she was in one, Rain should be too and he was not. It was not important, Swiss supposed, as long as he was getting fucked and, oh, was he getting fucked.

Mist pounded away into the ghoul under her with abandon, snarling and snapping her teeth over him as he moaned and whined like he a bitch in heat being at the very least skinned alive.

Well, there was not much skin left on his back. And he was a bitch.

With another particularily sharp thrust Swiss’ elbows gave out and his face ended up buried even deeper in the dirt, his chest now, too, as his back arched further. It hurt, both his muscles and the mauled skin, but it also felt good. So, so good—all of it—that the multi ghoul would jerk off to the memory of that day for years to come.

He whined and moaned and groaned and whimpered as Mist fucked him like nobody else ever had. He was out in space and deep down in the ground at the same time and the water ghoulette had really just begun. The pressure inside Swiss was pushing his brain out of him and there were no words, nothing coherent, left in his head. All he could do was pray to Lucifer that Mist would take her time, let him enjoy his torture for as long as possible. And maybe fuck him like that again in the future.

The multi ghoul’s cock was abandoned, hanging heavily between his legs and wagging with the power of Mist’s thrusts. He would come untouched and there was no doubt about that, because the tentacle latched directly onto his prostate was more overwhelming than any vibrator he had ever put up there. And he had put a lot of things up his ass.

Mist fucked him like a cheap whore, skin slapping against skin and all the wetness between then creating the lewdest sounds, accompanied by all the debauched noises falling from the wrecked multi ghoul’s mouth.

Soon enough the water ghoulette’s own grunts and moans gained in volume and pitch and she stayed inside for a little bit longer with each thrust. Swiss’ body, more than his mind, recognized it as Mist getting close to cumming, so he—as helpful as ever—clenched down on her dick with all his might, making himself shudder.

But Mist did groan loudly one last time and then Swiss felt himself get filled with something that most definitely was cum, but it felt a lot different. More slimy, thicker. And cold. Not really cold, but it was like… the first thing that came to his mind was menthol. The coolness spread inside him, as if it was absorbed right into his bloodstream. It felt weird—nothing like he had ever felt— but not necessarily bad.

Not bad at all, actually, and the way this strange thing filling him up pushed him to the very edge of an orgasm was proof of that. He felt so full, there was so much pressure inside him and it was maddening. The multi ghoul knew that if he were to look down he would see his belly all distended.

The thought made him whimper and his insides swoop, so look down he did, and sure enough he looked fucking pregnant. Swiss moaned like a true whore at the sight and clenched down like a vice on Mist’s cock again as he started cumming.

His orgasm was soul crushing. His vision went white, his whole body spasmed and debauched noises kept spilling from his lips with no filter whatsoever. The multi ghoul spilled copious amounts of cum down onto the ground and if his eyes would still cooperate with him he would see the pearly liquid mix with the still wet blood under the two of them.

Swiss was shaking. He could barely hold himself up, but he did not dare collapse while Mist’s hands were still gripping his hips tightly. He panted with his tongue lolled out, his eyelids drooping as he swayed, aftershocks rocking his body.

Thankfully, the water ghoulette let go and pulled out soon enough. Swiss felt pitifully empty out of nowhere and another whine left him at that. He also felt that strange cum-like substance slowly leaking out of him, mixed with his own slick and the dead human’s blood. Mist pushed at him and he fell to the side limply, nothing more than a ragdoll. She snarled down at him as she pushed and pulled his body—so much bigger than hers, after all—to her liking, putting her into whatever position it was that she wanted him in.

Swiss sobered up a little bit as his back suddenly hit the trunk of that fallen tree and it must have been completely shredded by now if pain that erupted all over at the impact was any indication. Mist’s unglamored claws were as sharp as knives and they left angry red welts in their wake every single time she touched and manhandled him, so it was no surprise, but he did not worry too much. Mountain would patch him up, as usual.

Everything was spinning, his nerves were on fire, there was lava in his veins and the multi ghoul was so out of it, drowning in sensation, that he barely felt Mist straddling his thigh and drenching him in all the wetness that came with it.

It was obscene, but Swiss never once failed to go insane about the famous water ghoul slick. It was addicting and if he could, it would be all he wouls drink for the rest of his eternal life.

Mist’s tentacle was wiggling around in Swiss’ lap, brushing against his sensitive cock now and then. It seemed to have a mind on its own, not caring about what its owner was up to, as the water ghoulette started humping his leg, grinding down purposefully. Her groans resonated in the relative silence of the woods and the multi ghoul was drinking them down like the finest wine.

For a while—or maybe just a moment—it went on like this, as peaceful as it would get. Mist was taking her pleasure and Swiss was… well, he just was. Laying there, so fucked out there was no brain at all in him.

At some point Mist leaned forward and Swiss went cross eyed looking intently at her tits right in front of his face. They didn’t seem to be the reason for the shift in the water ghoulette’s position, though. She reached out over his shoulder and dug her claws into the tree trunk as she curled over him.

“Gills,” she snarled, “lick ‘em.”

The multi ghoul’s brain short-circuited.

“Y– yes, m– ma’am,” he slurred and surged forward, closing his mouth over Mist’s neck. He sucked lightly, pulling the delicate flesh of her gills in between his teeth and dragging his tongue along the thin, damp slits. Mist moaned and it reverberated through him, making his spent cock kick. It was rapidly filling up again, no time to waste.

Especially with how the water ghoulette’s tentacle kept teasing his dick, slithering up and down its length, flicking the head and going back down to loosely wrap around the base and squeeze. Only to let go, then, and go up again.

Swiss was not worried about that, though, as he was making out with Mist’s neck, licking into the gills and suckling on the little fins along the openings. There was no brain left in him, but gills were his third most favorite meal both Topside and in the Pit and the multi ghoul was not a wasteful person.

Mist seemed to be enjoying it, though, and her noises and near desperate—if Swiss did not know any better—way in which she was humping his thigh were only fueling the multi ghoul’s high.

Swiss did not know if it was seconds or hours later, but at some point there was a gush of liquid over his leg and a high and wrecked moan filled his ears. Mist came again and this time it was not from her tentacle cock, only her cunt. The multi ghoul heard and felt her breathing heavily above him and he paused the ministrations of his mouth, leaving just a few more delicate kisses over the sensitive organ. If the circumstances were any different, it might have even been considered a cute gesture on his part.

The water ghoulette stood up and Swiss was not sure if the string of slick and cum linking his thigh with her sex was real or a hallucination. Both options were possible at that point, but he did not have much time to think about it, because in the next second Mist grabbed his horn again and pulled, throwing him down onto the ground fully, and then pushing his side with her foot to turn him onto his back.

Swiss was very much out of it—dizzy and basically blind and deaf—and he did not realize what the water ghoulette was doing until her wet cunt slid all the way down onto his cock, rock hard again. He sputtered, choking on air as he gasped at the sudden cool tightness and a wrecked sound left him when Mist started moving right away—no time to adjust for either of them—bouncing and grinding for her own pleasure. Her hands were clenched tightly on his thighs and the multi ghoul felt blood trickle down his skin from all ten of the small, but deep, puncture wounds.

He lifted his head clumsily, but it was too much effort to hold it up, so it lolled to one side and then another before he let it thump back against the ground below. The woods were so loud, he had never noticed it before.

Swiss lay there, sprawled out on the blood and cum soiled ground, and stared up at the trees. They were thick, the branches and the leaves, but some sun did shine through the gaps. It was pretty, although the multi ghoul would most definitely enjoy it more in different circumstances. He would have to ask Mountain out for a walk-in-the-woods date night.

Mist was bouncing away and groaning as his cock filled and stretched her out nicely. There must have been a bit of pain to it, Swiss’ cock was not small by any means, and the water ghoulette was truly tiny.

That gave the multi ghoul a thought—a rare thing nowadays, it seemed—and he tried once again to lift his head. It took a while for him to channel enough strength to the suspiciously loose muscles in his neck and even a longer while for his eyelids to go up and his eyes to clear, but once they fixed on Mist—on her stomach as she rode his cock furiously—Swiss’ vision went white again.

Every time the water ghoulette dropped back down, there was a noticeable bulge protruding from her otherwise flat and muscled stomach. Bulge caused by Swiss’ massive dick buried deep inside her cunt.

The multi ghoul gurgled, nowhere close coherent, and whined loudly as he felt another orgasm suddenly hit him like a freight train. Intense pleasure washed over him and he could not do anything about it but lay there and twitch his way through it, as his cum pumped into the water ghoulette.

The water ghoulette who did not care about it in the slightest.

Mist was fucking herself on his dick with his cum leaking out and down his shaft and balls, and Swiss was nothing but means to an end for her. He did not complain and, besides, his body felt too far away from him to have any control over, his hips could not even twitch. He did feel it all, though, and it was pure insanity. It hurt, he was as sensitive as ever, but it was glorious.

Swiss did get a chance to actually take some more active role in their… endeavor when the water ghoulette grabbed his limp hands and brought them up to her ribs, the underside of her tits. Her gills.

The multi ghoul was a little worried that he was too out of it to do anything meaningful and got scared that she would rip his throat out if he did not manage to be of any use. He would certainly try, though. And try he did.

Swiss swiped his thumbs over Mist’s pebbled nipples and squeezing her tits lightly before dragging them down and running his calloused fingertips over the little frills of her gills. He stroked up and down along the openings, focusing all his remaining willpower on steadying his big hands. He doubted that Mist would really mind getting hurt a bit, but he would rather not be the one to tear one of the most delicate parts of her just because he was cumdrunk. Even if she would not kill him for that, then Alpha surely would.

The water ghoulette let out an uncharacteristically soft sound—nearly a pretty, blissful sigh—when the tips of Swiss’ fingers dipped into her gills. They were tighter than the multi ghoul remembered Rain’s to be, but again, the size difference was significant. Mist rolled her hips, clenching down on Swiss’ cock at the added stimulation and his fuzzy brain took it as a sign to go on, press in deeper.

He had had enough practice for his gill fingering skills to be muscle memory already, so the multi ghoul let instinct take over. Not that he had much choice, he felt like he was dying. His arms were sore and tingly, like pins and needles, but he did not care, he tried so hard to focus. It was getting increasingly harder with every movement of the ghoulette on top of him.

Swiss curled his fingers, half of them sunken in to the second knuckle in between Mist’s ribs. The membrane there was leathery, but impossibly soft, and, most importantly, slick. So, so wet and slimy. The multi ghoul felt his throat vibrate as if it was his turn to groan, but he did not hear anything come out from his mouth, nor did he intend to do so.

He fingered her gills slowly, but with precision he did not expect he would be able to muster up at this point, petting inside in gentle back and forth strokes and thrusting softly in and out as Mist was grinding down on him, giving up bouncing in favor of receiving this undisturbed, delicious stimulation from her gills.

“Close,” she growled not much later and the word all but surprised the multi ghoul. They have not been doing much talking lately, after all. He also was not sure what it was that the water ghoulette was expecting him to do with that information, but he willed his throat to let out a noise in acknowledgement.

Swiss noticed something else moving around his legs, touching him. He thought Mist’s tail was doing something to him, he thought he felt it over his thighs and lower at his asscheeks, against his hole. He was not sure about anything, anymore, though.

He thought his head hurt. So did everything, but it was—mostly—a good pain, twisting and dancing with pleasure. He did not feel much else, though, less than half conscious. His control over… anything, really, was gettin even worse, as if he was high on the worst drugs known to man.

He felt his whole body sag, his hand drop from Mist’s gills, his head loll to the side and his tongue fall out of his mouth, suddenly too thick for it. He slowly blinked up at the water ghoulette once more and she looked like she was enjoying herself, so he let his eyelids droop. The last thing he remembered was Mist’s high moan, resonating over that incessant static buzz in his brain.

Hours later, Dewdrop and Mountain were cuddling on an armchair on one of the balconies facing the woods, enjoying a nice, warm and peaceful evening. It was getting dark, but something in the distance caught their eyes.

That something was Mist walking out of the woods and back to the Abbey with Swiss—a ghoul three times her size—thrown over her shoulder. The latter was definitely passed out and the both of them were drenched in blood and covered in dirt and Lucifer knows what else from head to toe.

“We did tell him that the cum from her tentacle is toxic, right?”

“Yup.”

“I should go get him patched up, shouldn’t I?”

“Yup.”

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