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coffeeghoulie · 2 months

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got a feeling inside that i can't domesticate

surprise! secret sixth chapter/epilogue of Eternal Heatstroke! (though you don't have to have read that to read this lol)

3.2k of Swiss and Aeon getting their well-earned rest after the end of the Re-Imperatour, with bonus fire ghoul courting rituals, mild miscommunication, and Aether and Dew giving each other Looks about the new lovebugs.

Title from Bishops Knife Trick by Fall Out Boy

this one goes out to @ghuleh-recs, wishing her a very happy birthday!

Aeon's not quite sure what day it is.

They had come home after months and months on the road, the Re-Imperatour done some time ago. Dew had barreled off of the bus, nearly tackling a waiting Aether to the ground, Sunny had been successfully tackled by the three other ghoulettes, and Mountain and Rain had greeted their packmates, giving them tight hugs before promptly retreating to the forest and the lake respectively.

Swiss and Aeon had stepped off the bus together, fingers still laced together, heading straight for the ghoul dorms through the marble hallways of the Abbey. The soles of their boots echoed through the empty halls, the clergy and siblings gone to celebrate Papa's return and the end of a successful tour.

"I'm a ghoul of my word, bug," Swiss leaned down to whisper in their good ear. "Straight to bed with us. I'm going to make you the best nest you've ever slept in, I swear to Belial."

Aeon laughed, fishing in their jeans pocket for the key Aether gave them on their very first day Up Top six and a half months ago. "That's not a high bar," they cackled, checking him with their shoulder.

"Still," he grinned. "You wanna grab your bedding from your room or do you just want to use mine?"

They pulled out their key, readjusting the strap of their duffle bag on their shoulder with a shrug. "I'll grab mine too." Swiss lit up, grin sun-bright

The two stopped in front of the plain door that leads to the room Aether had showed them to that first night. Aeon took a moment to fumble with the lock, refusing to let go of Swiss's hand. The door swung open, hinges creaky with months of disuse. The room was just as plain as it was before they left, and Aeon itched to rearrange the furniture, make it a little more theirs now that they were confident that this wasn't a temporary thing.

Reluctantly, Aeon let go of Swiss's hand, but instead of going to their bed, they felt Swiss's gaze on their back as they ducked under their desk, scooping up all of their sheets and blankets and pillows. "Baby," the multighoul said, and Aeon straightened, barely able to see over the pile of bedding in their arms. His tone was devastating, soft and almost sad.

"Yeah?"

"Were you sleeping under your desk?"

Aeon shifted the pile of fabric and took a step back as they took in Swiss's expression. His eyes went soft, but a deep frown lined his face. They cocked their head. "Yeah?"

"Oh, baby," he said again with that same sad tone. "Sweetheart."

"What?" Aeon said, kicking their door shut as they came back to him.

Swiss shook his head, taking a deep breath. "You need help locking up? Or help carrying that?"

"I got it, thanks," they said, shuffling their bedding into one arm as they fit the key in the lock again. They couldn't take Swiss's hand again, but they stood as close as they could to make up for it as they headed down the hall to his room.

Swiss had a much easier time getting his door unlocked, holding it open for Aeon as he ushered them inside. "Just dump those on my bed, alright, baby?"

Aeon nodded, setting the sheets down on his neatly made bed. Without the pile of fabric blocking their view, Aeon took a look at Swiss's room as the multghoul flicked on a string of soft lights, dropping his duffle bag on his desk chair.

It's much more lived in that Aeon's, which made sense, Aeon supposed. He'd been Up Top for far longer than they had. There were shelves of books and records that lined his walls, a guitar not unlike the one he played on tour mounted above his desk. There was a hanging plant near the window, curtains open and letting in the light, illuminating the dust particles floating in the air.

Swiss sighed as he kicked off his boots. "Finally. Home at fucking last."

Aeon carefully followed suit, taking off their own boots and tucking their duffle bag in the corner.

The multighoul opened his dresser, rummaging through it until he hummed victoriously, pulling out two pairs of sweatpants and a pair of shirts. "I'm gonna change and get you a nest made," he said. "If you want to shower, feel free."

Aeon nodded, eyes suddenly incredibly heavy. They wandered over to the wingback chair by the window, curling up against the cushion as Swiss handed them one of the shirts and pairs of pants. They thought about showering, blinking slowly as they felt the soft, worn fabric in their hands. Aeon shook their head, standing and changing into the offered clothes. They smelled like him.

Swiss's lips quirked up in a smile as he quickly changed, turning to arrange his and Aeon's bedding into, as promised, the best nest. He straightened, a satisfied smile on his face. "You wanna shut the curtains for me, baby?" he asked.

They nodded, pulling the black out curtains shut, casting the room in darkness with the exception of the string lights above Swiss's double bed. He settled into the nest, patting the space next to him. "As promised, buggy," he said, teeth glinting as he grinned in the low light.

Aeon returned his grin, crawling into Swiss's nest, plastering themself to his side between him and the wall. The nest was softer than anything Aeon had ever felt before, sinking into a carefully arranged pile of sheets and blankets and pillows. Swiss curled his hands around their biceps, pulling them flush against him.

They let out a little "oof" when their chests collided, both of them staring in silence for a moment before they burst into laughter.

"So," Swiss crooned, nosing at their cheek as they laughed. "Is this the best nest you've ever had or what?"

Aeon's nose crinkled up, cheeks dimpling with their laughter. "Oh yeah," they laughed. "'S really soft." They noticed their words beginning to slur, eyes growing heavy.

"And there's the crash," Swiss said, yawning. He carded his fingers through their hair, Aeon keening at the touch. "Sleep as long as you need."

It's warm, and soft, and now that they'd finally stopped moving, Aeon realized that Swiss was right, drifting off to sleep.

They don't leave the nest for hours. Or it could be days. With the curtains drawn, Aeon's not sure. Sometimes they wake, still held fast against Swiss's form. Their hands settle on the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his locs subconsciously. Sometimes Swiss wakes, and even in their sleep, Aeon can feel his blunt, glamoured fingertips carding through their hair, tracing patterns against their spine.

And sometimes they wake together, only getting up to use the bathroom, to raid the ghoul kitchen for snacks and water, dried fruit and nuts and the single serving bags of Dew's favorite spicy chips, before retreating back to the nest. They'll pay for that particular transgression later, but Aether and Dew's door hasn't opened once since the band returned to the Abbey, so they're not particularly worried.

For now, Aeon lets Swiss keep his word, keeping them in his bed, safe in his nest, and Aeon drinks it up. The smell of him is much stronger here, and Aeon spends long moments with their face buried in his chest, his shirt, his bedding.

"Can you even breathe like that, bug?" Swiss laughs, hand caressing the back of their neck. Aeon doesn't raise their head to answer, mumbling into his chest. Swiss hums, ducking down to press a kiss between their horns, and Aeon chuffs happily, if not half-asleep.

"There we go, sweetheart," he whispers, shifting until he's on his back, Aeon curled up on his broad chest. They chuff again, already slipping back into sleep, their body making up for all of the sleepless nights they spent on the road.

The creak of the door handle startles them awake next. Aeon pushes themself upright, lips peeled back in a terrified snarl as the door pushes open slowly. The sudden movement and noise wakes Swiss, as light from the hallway pools into his room, lighting the dim space.

It barely takes half of a second for Swiss to register the open door, the budding tinge of terror on Aeon's scent, before he's shoving them off of him, sitting up between them and the door. He reaches behind him, fingers curling in the fabric of Aeon's borrowed shirt. A deep growl bubbles up in his chest, and Aeon's never heard him make a sound quite like that.

But Aeon sees the glowing pairs of purple and copper eyes silhouetted by the hall light, and Dew clears his throat as he and Aether look in. "Quit fucking growling, asshole, s'just us," he says, scoffing, even though Aeon can hear the worry seeping through his tone.

Swiss has the wherewithal to at least look sheepish, padding his tail against the mattress. "Sorry," he says, but the tone of his voice says he isn't.

"We just wanted to say hello," Aether says, smiling easily like one of his packmates hadn't just been growling at them. "Haven't seen hide nor hair of either of you in the last three days. Got a glimpse when you came off of the bus, but to be fair, we ran off pretty quick." He chuckles, looking at Dew with a softness in his eyes, an arm around his waist.

Aeon whistles under their breath. They'd been in Swiss's nest for three days.

"We've been out," Swiss says, and Aeon feels how tense he is still, his back against their chest. It's just their packmates, one of whom they've only had a few glimpses of in the last several months. They don't know why he's so worked up. "We went to the kitchen."

"Yeah, to steal my chips," Dew scoffs, but he's laughing as he toes at an abandoned foil package that didn't quite make it to the trash can, but neither of them had been assed to get up and actually throw away.

"Invite yourselves in, why don't you?" Swiss laughs, but he's still tense. Aeon sits up straighter behind him, hooking their chin over his shoulder.

"Hi, Aeth," Aeon says, voice heavy with sleep and, apparently, three whole days' worth of disuse. "Missed you."

Aether grins, opening the curtains, much to Swiss and Aeon's dismay. They both hiss, squinting in the bright afternoon light. "Missed you too, pup. You too, Swiss."

Dew stares as the room brightens, and Aeon watches his mouth fall open, eyes brightening with a disbelief and a delight. "Swiss," the fire ghoul says slowly. "Satanas, you didn't-" He gestures loosely at the nest, where Aeon's light grey sheets mix with the dark burgundy of Swiss's own bedding.

Swiss tenses further, tail wrapping around his own thigh, spade thudding nervously against the meat of it. "Spitfire."

"Aeth, look at his bed," Dew says, and Swiss covers his face with his hands, groaning. "Tell me that's not what I think it is."

Aether turns from opening the window, bringing in a waft of fresh autumn air, and Aeon watches his clever eyes dart back and forth between the nest, Swiss, Dew, over to Aeon, and back again. A grin slowly grows on the older quint's face, baring his gold fang.

"Belial, Swiss," Dew throws his head back, crowing with laughter. "You made them a hearth, didn't know it was that serious!"

"Shut up," Swiss says, muffled into his hands.

Dew ignores him, still laughing. "Waited all of a week to get them into your bed, huh?" He crows. Aether's still grinning at Aeon. "We walked in on a fucking hearth. No wonder you were growling like you were feral, you spent the last three days fucking in a hearth-"

Swiss's head snaps up, growling again. He almost clips the back of his skull against Aeon's horn. "Shut the fuck up, Dewdrop," he snaps, voice rumbling dangerously around the edges of the ghoulish words.

All three of the other ghouls freeze, Aeon squeaking softly under their breath. Swiss hears it, their mouth practically against his ear, and sighs, shoulders slumping as he presses his cheek against their temple. "I'm sorry. Nothing like that happened. We've just been sleeping. Please just drop it."

Dew holds his hands up, palms facing the nest. "Didn't mean to insinuate," he says, still leaning against the doorframe, grinning. "Didn't know you were the hearth type, Swiss."

Swiss grunts, staring at Dew with grit teeth.

"Well, darling," Aether butts in, a similar smug look on his face. "You didn't seem the type either."

"Oh, shut up," Dew rolls his eyes. "It worked on you."

Aeon's eyes dart from ghoul to ghoul, brow furrowed. "Um," they breathe, not exactly liking the way all three of the older ghouls turn to face them. "I don't wanna interrupt, but what do you mean? What's a hearth?"

"Oh, no," Aether breathes. Swiss buries his face in his hands.

"Oh, Lord Below, of course you didn't tell them," Dew laughs. "I'm gonna let Swiss explain this one to you, voidling, seeing as you're in one." The fire ghoul jabs a thumb towards his mate. "This guy didn't know what a hearth was the first time I made him one either."

"Of course I didn't know," Aether argues. "I wasn't raised with fire pack customs."

"Exactly," Dew stresses, leveling a look at Aether. "Neither were they."

Swiss hasn't moved, breathing so shallow that Aeon can't feel it from where they're pressed up against his back. They chirrup, trying to be comforting, but still questioning. Swiss groans, tilts his head back until their cheeks are pressed together. "I'll tell you, bug, but will the two of you leave us alone?"

Dew nods, suddenly incredibly solemn, hand over his chest. "Of course. Aeth?"

Aether nods, stepping closer to the bed to run a hand over Swiss's locs, finger trailing along the ridge of his horn. "I'm glad you're home, spark."

Swiss hums, leaning into Aether's touch for just a moment, flashing him with the brightness of his smile for a second. "Glad to be home too, big guy."

He grins, turning to his fellow quintessence ghoul, running blunt fingers through their hair. "Congratulations on finishing your first tour, pup."

Aeon smiles, not as bright as they would have, the uneasy tension sour on the air, but they press into the touch like a pleased cat. "Thanks, Aeth."

The pair of them step out, Dew flashing Swiss a mischievous grin before shutting the door behind them.

Swiss sighs again, running a hand through his locs, eyes squeezed shut. He shifts until he's sitting straight and cross legged, and Aeon props themself up to sit next to him, their thighs pressed together. "Did Caldera, did she ever make nests? Specifically, did she ever make one for Oasis?"

Aeon cocks their head, curiosity washing over and dampening the sting of their names on his lips. "No," they tell him. "We were moving constantly, didn't have somewhere secure for a nest like that. He'd give her stones all the time, though. He said it was a water ghoul thing."

Swiss's ears pin back to his skull and he tenses again, fingers flexing, hands in his lap. "Shit."

Aeon darts out, grabs one of his hands, seeking contact. He melts, eagerly taking theirs. His thumb traces over the back of their hand, and his eyes track the movement. "Can you tell me what Dew meant?" Aeon breathes. "About it being a fire thing?"

He nods and squeezes their hand.

"We- No," Swiss winces. He starts again. "Fire ghouls come from the coldest circles of the Pits. They're the only ghouls that can survive there, because the fire in them keeps them alive." He rests his other hand over his heart. "But sometimes, in the longest, darkest nights, one fire wouldn't be enough. You could go to sleep fine, and your flame would freeze and go out by morning. So, most fire ghouls tended to sleep together with partners or big family piles."

Aeon listens intently, resting their head on his shoulder. "You said that was something you missed from your birth pack, right?"

Swiss snorts, turning to nose at the crown of their head. He takes a deep breath, letting his eyes shut as their scent hits him. "I did say that. My family was from the City, so we weren't exactly worrying about freezing to death, it was more a comfort thing. But this isn't quite like that."

They wait for Swiss to continue. "What's it like, then?" they ask, yawning.

"A hearth is-" He nuzzles into their hair again, hot breath blowing the strands as he hums. "If you were single, and looking for a partner, you'd offer to build your potential partner a hearth, a nest of your own bedding, to prove you could provide and protect each other's flames. And if they offered their own bedding in return, you had been accepted, and they were interested too. I know I didn't ask, and I asked you for your bedding instead of you offering, but that's what Dew saw. He made a hearth for Aether before he asked him to be his mate."

Aeon cocks their head, sleepily blinking up at him. "It's a mates thing?"

"Yeah," Swiss shuts his eyes and heaves a breath. "It's like a courting nest. I'm sorry, bug. Haven't thought of myself as fire for so long, I didn't realize what I was doing, didn't ask if it was okay. Didn't put a name to what I was doing."

They straighten, shift to look at him dead on. Their hands come up to his face, smoothing over the three day's worth of unshaved stubble. It scratches their palms just right, and Aeon watches the little furrow in his brow smooth out.

"You don't have to apologize," they say, entranced by the shift in the gold of his eyes. "Did you mean it?"

He hums curiously, the little furrow back on his brow. "Did I mean it?"

"Nobody's ever been interested in me like that," they admit in a little voice. Swiss's hands curl around their own, just touching. "Are you? Do you mean it?"

Swiss thinks, and Aeon feels a pit growing in their stomach the longer he doesn't answer.

"Aeon," he says, smoothing his thumbs over the back of their hands. They look up, catching his eye. "Of course I mean it. I love you, bug."

"Then I accept," Aeon says, as easy as breathing. "I want that. I love you too."

He grins, bright and golden, just as warm as the nest they've spent the last half a week in, and Aeon grabs his hands tighter, nose crinkling up in laughter.

"I'm glad we got you, Aeon," Swiss says, smile softening. He kisses their cheek, warm and flushed deep violet.

"I'm glad it was me too," they whisper, leaning forward to shove their face in Swiss's throat.

He embraces them, rubbing up and down their spine, and Swiss's heart jumps when he realizes he can't feel the knobs of their spine. "I hate to say it, lovebug, but we should probably go have something real to eat, see the others."

Aeon whines, but their stomach chooses that moment to growl, and both ghouls burst into laughter at the timing. They stand, begrudgingly leaving the warmth of their hearth to rejoin the rest of their pack.

#happy birthday liss!! <3 #will i ever write anything that isn't sickly sweet #the world may never know #dot's writing #eternal heatstroke #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #swiss/aeon #phantom ghoul #swiss/phantom #< for tagging purposes

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wrathofrats · 3 months

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WRATH YOUR TAGS ON THE SWISSALPS??? HOW DARE YOUUUU IM IN SHAMBLES FUCKKKKK IM GONNA KMS IF U DONT WRITE IT PLEASEEEEEEE

LMAO HI DONT DO THAT I GOT U BESTIE

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I got carried away and blacked out and it became 2k, idk what happened either.

Swiss is so inexperienced and very anxious and mountain is the sweetest actually. This is so awkward because these two are dorks so good luck.

Small small mentions of blood but it’s taken as a joke.

It wasn’t long after Swiss was summoned that he truly started to understand the bands dynamic. Day in and day out of watching his pack mates eye each other like a piece of meat, constant touching and flirting and there was many parts of Swiss that yearned to be included in it.

He didn’t feel ready. Half split between feeling left out as the two ghoulettes he came with have been bonded and together since summon, and the other ghouls really seemed to take to them after a couple days anyways. It wasn’t like no one took to him, but he’s never propositioned, desired, at least not in his line of sight. He feels like he would be intruding if he were to say anything. So he waits.

The other half worries partially about being inexperienced. Never used a human body, barely has even touched himself and god he’s probably embarrassing, no one wants to be with someone so inexperienced right?

He continues to think about it. Fuck he practically studies the other ghouls and sex and whatever the fuck they’re doing together because when the time comes he doesn’t want to embarrass himself. He’s genuinely afraid he will just get laughed out of the room if he’s not ready though he’s sure he’s probably acting insane.

Truly Swiss has no clue what to think.

He sits on his bed, tosses a toy around in his hands. Nothing insane, something normal sized since he’s a beginner but he worries about it anyways. Hypothetically he knows where it’s supposed to go but

How?

He has no clue.

“I’ve seen dew take two before” rain smirks “shouldve seen him around me and aether, didn’t know the tight whore could do it!”

Does Swiss need to be able to take two?

He rolls the dildo in his hands again and gulps.

Maybe that’s a lesson for another day.

“Rain talks a big game but you should see how whiny he gets when he’s got a drop of blood in front of his nose. Had him drinking from my wrist the other day, he’d do anything for it” aether laughs

He almost winced hearing about it the first time. Never really considered… that being a part of things but ….. he can accept it if he has to, if that’s what the others want.

Swiss is probably getting ahead of himself.

He takes a deep breath and lays down in his bed, just stares at the toy in question because he really isn’t sure what to do with it. There’s no question of what he has to do but he doesn’t understand.

There’s a point where Swiss just decides to rip the bandaid off, reaches between his hiked up legs and pushes it into the tight ring of muscle.

It hurts, burns, doesn’t go in more than a millimeter and he thinks he’s probably fucked it up somehow or maybe he’s just awful or whatever other reason but he decides to simply give up for the night. The worries left to eat at him for the next day.

The morning is really no better for his mind. Stands at the kitchen counter lost in thought before anyone else comes in, the boisterous laughter breaking him out of his anxiety induced trance.

“Feeling ok sunbeam?” Mountain gives him a worried look, standing next to him to lean on the marble.

“Yeah! Didn’t sleep well, I’m fine”

“Well if you ever want help sleeping just let me know” mountain winks at him.

Was that?

It couldn’t be. Right?

Did mountain just finally proposition to fuck him?

He can’t say no. He’s come too far and wanted it too bad so he has to go to his room tonight right?

Questions race around Swiss’ brain. He’s the bottom right? Mountain is like a foot taller than him so that has to be it? But what if he that’s not correct and mountain gets offended? What if the rest of the pack hears and hates him? What if-

He desperately needs his brain to shut the fuck up.

The hours pass like molasses. Swiss swears every time he checks his watch after he’s sure it’s been an hour it’s really only been 10 minutes.

What time is he even supposed to go up there?

God he wishes more than anything he could stop this anxiety.

Swiss decides around 10 pm is good. Late enough for a reasonable bedtime but early enough he knows mountain won’t actually be asleep.

Mountain is shirtless, wearing low grey sweatpants when he answers the door. Swiss thinks he may be drooling but attempts to collect himself enough to speak.

“Didn’t think you’d actually come up here, been waiting for you to come to one of us sunbeam” mountain chuckles and motions through the open door to invite him in.

“Been waiting for you myself, hard to ignore such a big guy like you” Swiss pushes himself against mountain. He’s heard in pornos that men like to be called big. That was right to say, right?

“Didn’t know you were so eager” mountain smiles and lightly shoves Swiss onto the bed, straddling his small waist against the sheets.

“Course I’m eager, been waiting for this for ages, want to drink the blood from your wrist” Swiss winks.

Mountain sits up, “what?” He looks at him confused.

Did Swiss do it wrong? Aether made it seem like that was normal….

“I- um …. Yeah, want you to fuck me stupid, make me your whore?” He loses all confidence to his voice, looks scared to even say it and the concerned expression on mountains faces turns to laughter. So he really did fuck it up huh.

“Swiss…… have you done this before?” Mountain gets out between laughs.

Swiss should probably get up, leave with his tail between his legs and god he’s going to be laughed of the band for this,

“No… I’m sorry I ruined it I’ll go-“

“No! You don’t have to do that. Didn’t expect you to know.” Mountain smiles at him “come here, can I teach you? You sure you want this?”

A large hand caresses Swiss’s waist. Mountain moves him against the pillows, studying his language for any sign of hesitation or regret.

“Please” Swiss mumbles

It’s cute to watch him suddenly so shy, came in like a speeding bullet but now can’t look mountain in the eye.

“How much do you know? Have you ever touched yourself sunbeam?” Oh the tone to mountains voice should not be turning Swiss on but god it’s deep and gravely and yeah Swiss definitely may be desperate.

“No.. I tried but I don’t … know how? I’m sorry-“

“Don’t apologize, you’re ok, you’re safe here”

Swiss does feel safe. Safe enough to let mountain undress him, gently lift his shirt over his head and unbutton his pants.

“I’m going to touch you, alright? Tell me immediately if you start to feel strange” mountain caresses his cheek, staring into his warm brown eyes before reaching down for his hardening cock. It doesn’t take much for it to stiffen up fully, just a couple of touches and Swiss is hard against his stomach, still watching for mountains next move.

“There we go, gonna move your knees up. Is it ok if I put my fingers in you? Need to stretch you out if you still want me to fuck you”

Swiss just nods in agreement, bites his lip in favor of speaking and watches as mountain pours some kind of thick liquid onto his fingers.

“Just lube, it’s going to help”

It feels weird at first, more like some kind of intrusion than any mind numbing pleasure he’s heard about it. Swiss moans anyways, doesn’t want to hurt mountains feelings if it’s really supposed to feel good.

“Swiss…. It’s ok it’s not supposed to feel good yet, you don’t have to fake it for me” mountain laughs at the multi ghouls rapidly reddening face

“Besides, you won’t have to fake it here soon”

It’s embarrassing that a drop of pre bubbles at his tip just from that sentence. Mountains smile doesn’t drop, only a little cocky from the situation.

After three fingers mountain starts to push deeper, rolling them up instead of scissoring and-

Oh.

Swiss nearly yelps, vision blurs and jumps off the bed when mountain hits something inside of him.

“There you go, did you like that?” He laughs. God he needs mountain to stop laughing at him, needs his cock to stop jumping at his laughter too.

“Think you’re ready? Still ok?”

“Please” Swiss whines

The first inch feels wrong again. Nothing like when he did it the other night but mountain is much bigger than his toy and it honestly feels like it may be too much. He holds his breath, the stretch knocking the air from his lungs anyways but he grips the sheets and waits for mountain to sink the rest of the way in.

It’s overly slow, mountain being overly caring as always but he can feel every inch carve its way into him and he just waist for mountain to be down so he can collect himself.

“You’re ok, promise I’ll make you feel so good alright? You’re doing so well”

Swiss mentally notes the way his words make him see stars. That’s a kink to deal with another day.

“Gonna move ok?”

The outward thrust feels like it takes years, before mountain quickly moves back in him, trying to loosen him up before really taking him and mountain deserves an award in patience for being able to control himself for so long with Swiss so hot and tight around him.

“Fuck mount- feels- mountain-” Swiss gasps once mountain gets to pace. Eyes closed tight and mouth agape. Soft moans and whimpers escaping his lips and Swiss throws his hand over his mouth to attempt to silence himself.

Mountain quickly grabs his wrists, holding them above his head, “wanna hear you, wanna hear what I’m doing to you, fuck- Swiss want you to be loud for me”

A hot pit forms in Swiss’s stomach, burns in his abdomen and has his eyes crossing with the feeling,

“Mountain- I think I’m getting close I- please i think I’m going to-“ Swiss doesn’t even get the sentence out before he’s spilling hot and thick all over his stomach.

“There you go, fuck Swiss, so good feel so fucking good wrapped around me”

Mountain cums not moments later, pulls out and jacks himself onto the sheets as to not be ungentleman like for Swiss’s first time.

“Feeling alright Swiss?”

“Holy fucking shit I get it now”

#I hope this is everything you dreamed of LMAO #sorry I made it def more humorous than it needed to be #there’s def something to be said for insanely cute and fluffy Swiss alps #but I thought it would be funny if he was kind of an awkward idiot #anyways #hope you enjoy!#the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul

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forest-rot · 17 days

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Cirrus breaking in freshly summoned Aurora.

As soon as she emerged from the summoning circle, they could see in her eyes how feral she was. Gnashing teeth, baring claws, growling low and deep.

Cirrus could fix that. It might take some extra time but she could fix that.

As they lock eyes, the growling stops but the teeth and claws remain. Cirrus mind is filled with a surprisingly soft voice, “Aurora. My name is Aurora.”

Cirrus yanks the blanket out of Mountains trembling hands and approaches the ghoulette, throwing the blanket around her shoulders and wrapping her like a burrito in order to keep her claws in check. “Enough of that, sweet thing. I can take care of you.”

She doesn’t wait to meet Phantom. She doesn’t wait to be dismissed. She just grabs the new summon by the shoulders and pushes her out of the chapel and through the back hallways into the ghoul den. Into her room. Door locked.

She finally has the brain power to consider for a moment that perhaps she should be scared, all alone in a locked room with a feral ghoulette. But then her eyes flicker over as the blanket falls from her shoulders. The rage in Aurora’s eyes burn as she bares her claws again and Cirrus thinks she might be the prettiest little thing she’s ever seen. Pale skin that looks soft as silk, pastel blues and purples and pinks marbling her body.

“Oh, sweetheart” Cirrus coos, “I know you’re not silly enough to attack me. I do not like being wrong. I’m not wrong, am I?” She maintains eye contact but sees auroras claws flexing in her peripherals. “Come now, Angel. Don’t be so stupid just yet. We haven’t even gotten started.”

As she stalks towards her prey, she starts letting up on her glamour just a little. Just enough to really loom over her new little plaything. She can smell her fear rise and it’s so delicious. “You know what, I’ll be generous. I’ll let you get one hit in first. It’ll just make breaking you all the more exciting.”

#larsposting #shitghosting #lars writes #dubcon sorta I guess #cirrus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #nameless ghoul #nameless ghoulettes #I’ll finish this later

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jd-loves-fiction · 1 year

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Breathtaking

➢ the kiss that breaks apart for a second, a smile stretching and they kiss you back again, fingers gently sliding down the side of your face to your neck (SWISS)

➢ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Swiss x GN!Reader

➢ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

➢ 𝖜𝖈: 603

➢ 𝖆/𝖓: Can you tell Swiss is my favorite? Hope he’s not too OOC i’m still trying to figure them all out 😅 (gets a little frisky but that’s just cuz im mad horny for Swiss and i couldn't keep it out of the writing)

Swiss's kisses are breathtaking, to say the least. You'd think him to be an air ghoul if you didn't know better, with how he seems to suck the air straight from your lungs every time.

You’re waiting at your agreed meeting location, in the shade of a large tree just beside the chapel. Copia’s nervous voice rings out of the building, sounding like his sermon is close to the ending. Nervous, yes, but still strong enough to be heard all throughout the building.

Attending Copia’s sermons isn’t mandatory for anyone but the ghouls and ghoulettes, knowing that if it wasn’t, most of them would never show up.

And so you wait, rocking back and forth on your heels impatiently.

When dozens of shoes start clicking upon the dark marble of the floor, you stand up straight, realizing that Copia has stopped talking. Your hands pat down your uniform and hair, hoping to look at least presentable after having rushed through the tasks that gave you a good excuse to miss the sermon.

A bug-eyed helmet peeks around the corner, looking straight at you, and by the roguish flash of white teeth against dark skin, you know exactly who it is.

You raise your hand in greeting, smiling wide as Swiss walks closer with powerful, resolute steps, smile seemingly glued on his face. He doesn’t wave back but you know it’s not out of malice, by that shit-eating grin, you know he’s got something nefarious cooking up in that fast-moving brain of his.

He doesn’t even take a second to settle his forward momentum once he reaches you, he simply grabs your face in between his large hands and brings his lips down on yours, harsher than he expected to. You almost stumble back with the force of it, before one of his hands dip around your waist to secure you against his hard body. The dips and planes of which you can feel starkly clear against your own uniformed body.

Even as you attempt to gasp from the surprise of it all, he doesn’t let up, not for a second. His lips stay sealed over yours as his split tongue slips into your mouth. Your hands clutch his shirt tightly, feeling overwhelmed by how he seems to be trying to suck your soul out of you.

“Don’t be too rough on ‘em, Swiss! They’re only human,” Shouts Aether suddenly, probably noticing that the kiss had gone on for a bit too long.

Swiss’ hands return to framing your face as he pulls himself back from your lips, seemingly with great effort, to look deep into your eyes as you both pant against each other’s skin. He pays the older ghoul’s warning no mind, cheshire grin returning as he gazes at you with eyes full of love and fondness. Or maybe it’s something else, it’s hard to tell with the helmet on.

“I missed you~.” He sings softly, rubbing the tip of your nose up with his, before dipping back for more kisses, these ones quick and loud. The last of which he lets linger, before pulling back with his eyes closed, hands sliding down your face to hold your neck in a grasp that nearly covers it with how big his hands are, “Satan, I missed you so much.”

“You saw me this morning. We woke up together.” You remind him playfully, lightly stroking the hair at the back of his neck, not covered by his helmet.

“Don’t care, too long.” Swiss complains equally as playfully, before his lips touch yours once more with the pleased sigh of a ghoul who has it all.

#ghost band #ghost band x reader #the band ghost #ghost bc #swissarmy #nameless ghoul swiss #swiss ghost #swiss ghoul #swiss ghoul x reader #swiss x reader #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls x reader

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p1nkcanoe · 4 months

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spin the bottle

~1.5k words of ghoulettes playing their dirty version of spin the bottle

“Okay, Lus! It’s your turn to spin the bottle!”

The fluffy-haired ghoulette pushes herself up from where she’d been reclining back on her elbows on the edge of the rug, a more-than-eager smile on her pretty face and her pink tongue poking out between her teeth.

She reaches for the empty wine bottle in the center of their circle, only a few drops of red remain inside, and her manicured hands wrap around the center of it, giving it a good twist before she spins it the opposite direction against the carpet. Every ghoulette watches in anticipation to see who it’ll land on.

But their game of spin the bottle isn’t like the ones they’ve watched in movies. No, their game is much more fun–much more exciting. Instead of simply kissing the ghoulette that the neck of the bottle points towards, each of the gorgeous women is assigned an invisible label that goes along with what the spinner must entertain themselves with.

If the bottle lands on Cirrus, the spinner gets to plant a hickey wherever they desire onto whoever they want. If it lands on Aurora then they’ll get to wear the pair of vibrating panties that sit aside (for now) until the next person spins and lands on Aurora. Cumulus is assigned to oral, of course–her favorite–and can be taken for oneself if the spinner decides they don’t particularly feel like giving that round. Mist is nipple clamps, which is great for how they’re already pinched perfectly right onto her little breasts. And last but not least, Sunshine is assigned to -

“Toys!”

Each ghoulette cheers and squeals in unison as Cumulus spins her head over to where they’ve adorned their vanity with sex toys of every shape, color, and size. She gets to choose whichever one she feels is right. Whichever one she wants to play with. As she shuffles forward on her knees the girls hoot and holler, Cirrus even giving her a smack on her ass when she passes by, and she eyes the vast selection of toys. There’s an orange one that catches her eye at first. It’s sleek, smooth with a thicker head, and marbled with shimmery yellows. But there’s also a purple dick that looks oddly familiar to a certain earth ghoul they know, a little messy and inconsistent at the base, and she’s pretty sure she’s heard Sunny talk about getting a certain someone to do the whole ‘clone-a-willy’ thing before… So she grabs the purple one without another beat of hesitation and it unsuctions from the table with a nice clean ‘pop’!

All of the other toys sway back and forth like a wheat field in the wind.

The ghoulettes only get louder.

“Satanas, Lus,” Aurora huffs, laughing in feigned disbelief when she rejoins back into the circle to show off her pick. “I always knew you were a size queen, but shit!”

She smiles, winks, and licks at a fang, and Sunshine winks right back.

“That’s a good choice.”

Cumulus settles back down into her spot around the circle and leans back, spreading her legs to open herself up to the rest of her ghoulette pack. She’s already glistening and dripping with slick. Her thighs shine. She’s always been a little messy.

With a tilt of the dildo in her hand towards the fiery-haired ghoulette on the opposite side of the circle, she raises a brow and quirks a cherry-red lip, “then how about you come show me how to use it, pretty lady?”

“Gladly,” she says and crawls forward on her hands and knees to rest right in front of that shiny cunt. The toy is taken from Cumulus’ hand and the rest of the women lean in to get a good look as she rubs the thick head of the thing through her folds, back and forth until it’s glistening. Then the shaft. Then finally she gives it a good taste with her tongue just to make sure it’s wet enough when she starts to push the thing into her hole. The sigh that Cumulus lets out as it stretches her open is divine.

“Okay, Rory, you’re up to spin!”

The smallest ghoulette sits up from where she’s rested back on her calves and wraps her hand around the bottle, giving it a nice spin until it slows and chooses Cirrus: give a hickey to anyone of your choice. And who does she choose to bruise their skin? It isn’t even a question. Cirrus has had her top stripped off since the first round when Mist got the first hickey to give in the night. Since then every single one has been sucked somewhere into Cirrus’ skin, and she isn’t too thrilled about it. Her skin is mottled with them from her neck down to the waistband of her panties and they have a date down at the lake tomorrow with the entire pack… She’s jeopardizing her strappy two-piece for this.

Aurora is still stuck to the spot on the top of her breast when Cirrus leans forward to spin. Just as everyone before her has done, she gives it a twist before letting it fly the other direction, and her eyes light up when it lands on Mist.

“Hand them over, Misty,” she says, her right hand already outstretched and doing a grabby motion while the water ghoulette works quickly to get the clamps off of her nipples. Once they’re off and in her hands, Aurora is more than happy to help her out of her bra to clamp them onto her breasts, right over that pretty jewelry through her nipples that glints and shimmers under the light of their candles that flicker around the room. If a little whimper escapes her lips when the left one pinches a little too tight, nobody says anything about it.

Sunshine watches the turns go around while also entertaining herself with Cumulus’ pussy and the dildo that has become slick and squelches with every slide and thrust she gives her. She almost mourns it when she has to sit up to spin, leaving the other ghoulette to take care of herself. Luckily she’s smart enough to sit up and reposition herself to ride the thing while Sunshine is away.

Sunny spins the bottle and it halts in front of Aurora. For the first time that night everyone cheers and whistles when the vibrating panties are pulled from where they’ve sat the entire game, unused, and replaced with the delicate lace ones that the multi ghoulette adorned. The remote appears in Cirrus’ hand and she smirks, “ready?”

Sunshine nods and Cirrus presses the button. The panties hum to life and Sunshine falls back from her elbows onto her back, her thighs pressing together tight and her hands pressing into her core from the intensity right off the bat.

“Cir-” Mist frowns, reaching over to lay a finger to the center of the vibrator on her clit. “That’s too much, turn it down just a tad, won’t you?”

“She can handle it. I’ve seen her take worse.”

Finally it’s Mist’s turn again and takes her hand off the multi-ghoulette’s clit to spin the wine bottle. It lands on her after an excruciatingly slow final turn and she nearly sobs when the clamps get placed back onto her little nipples, so red and sore from the seemingly never-ending pain.

The group of women start another round of their game and Cumulus spins toys again, quickly choosing the orange toy from earlier and working it carefully into her ass alongside the purple dick in her pussy for a little double penetration.

When Aurora spins and it points towards Cumulus she takes it as a challenge to try and torture the ghoulette wearing the vibrating panties with her tongue. Upon pulling the vibrator away from her clit she’s more than pleasantly surprised to find the ghoulette drooling with slick and the evidence of an upcoming orgasm, and is more than happy to help her get there and beyond, all while Sunshine buries her claws into that pretty pink hair and pulls just the way she likes it.

Cirrus takes her next turn and the bottle lands on Sunshine.

Toys again…

And suddenly the game takes a turn when Cirrus grabs a silicone dick from the table and works it into Aurora’s pussy, spread and open, from how she’s bent over on her knees to work Sunny over. When it pushes in it's a surprise, but she welcomes it nicely when Cirrus pets a hand over her lower back and tells her to relax, babydoll…

Distracted, Mist takes her turn in place of Sunshine and spins the bottle.

It lands on herself again and she would have thrown a bit of a fit if it weren’t for Cumulus reaching over and pulling on the chain that connected her nipples to each other, brow furrowed all gorgeous with a lip pulled between her teeth. She’s more than happy to help her with her toys.

As long as she’ll share.

#nameless ghoulettes #mist ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #nsft #p1nk ficlet

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fagdykemuppet · 11 months

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ghoulettes 8/?

(marble queer chevron, cirrus queer, cirrus queer chevron, cumulus queer, cumulus queer chevron, mist queer chevron)

(please credit if used)

#the band ghost #nameless ghoulettes #nameless ghouls #marble ghoul #marble ghoulette #aurora ghoul #aurora ghoulette #luna ghoulette #luna ghoul #cirrus ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #mist ghoul #mist ghoulette #pride #pride icons #queer #queer chevron

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forlorn-crows · 3 months

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hiii crow!! do u have any hcs for transfem ghouls? or ghouls embracing femininity, ghoulette hcs, etc etc. love ur work and hope ur new year has been well!!

of course! i'll keep with the transfemme aspect bc i have two main ones i wanna talk about that i love. however, honorable mention to rain who is literally too pretty to be fair, that ghoul is always embracing his femininity in my brain.

okay so sunshine is first bc ive always hc'd her as transfemme. dont know why, but she just is to me! sort of the same way rain is transmasc. they just are. sunshine just screams girldick to me i dont know what to tell you haha. sunshine sort of sits around that typical 'tomboy' mode to me, spunky and energetic, but i think she still likes to embrace her feminine side just as often. likes when cumulus does her makeup or hair, or aurora tries on outfits with her. i dont see her as having a lot of the traditional dysphoria that her human counterparts might have. she rocks what she's got, and she likes the way she is. she is unapologetically herself, always!

now @crimsonclergy has made me obsessed with transfemme mountain lately. how pretty and soft she is, how rain is obsessed with her. she might get more dysphoria than sunshine does, being so tall, but she is treated so well by everyone else, always making her feel at home. she's no different than the mountain we all know as he/him. but something about mountain as a girl just makes my brain go !!! like i want to treasure her, hold her up like a marble statue and go LOOK at her! divine feminine and ethereal being wrapped up into one ghoul. and like i mentioned, i think her and rain would have something so special. rain treating her so good, so patient. i encourage everyone to look at crim's musings about her bc i love love love. maybe i'll write something about her this month <3

oh also shoutout to mountain's moms from @belle--ofthebrawl, those gals are great too. love the reimagining of the old earth ghouls as ghoulettes, bc we just dont hear a lot about the other earth ghouls apart from mountain. i recommend her stuff too <3

this isnt super detailed but those are the main things that popped into my head when i got your ask!

#ask #anon #ghoul headcanons #transfemme sunshine #transfemme mountain

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 5 months

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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 9. stripping

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “unwrap your present”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ you came home from a long day of work, just finally getting that well deserved vacation. cumulus has a pleasant surprise waiting for you

pairing: cumulus ghoulette x gn!reader

a/n: imagine her thick thighs crushing your face 😳😳 this is pretty short

cw: nsfw content. stripping. lingerie. sexual teasing. masturbation (?). dirty teasing.

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“i know you’ve been feeling stressed lately… so just enjoy what i have to offer for you.” —❤︎

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keys clanked in the back of your pocket, fumbling the tiny silver object in your fingers as you struggled to get the right key through the lock. you let out a heavy, somewhat irritated sigh, before finally the door opened with a click, and you heaved yourself through the heavy church doors, being careful to not let any of the piling, shimmering snow into the marble floors of the ministry that you resided in.

“satan fucking damnit— finally… geez that took way longer than it should’ve.” you mumbled to yourself, a little ticked off with how your day went, but fully relieved to finally be embraced by the sweet, welcoming warmth of the church halls.

you could smell peppermint aroma in the air, and the frosted church windows had a pretty little glow effect to them from the pale moonlight. ah, christmas, what a fine year for you to finally enjoy a nice time of the year and get a very well-deserved break from your job.

the sourness started to dissipate from your body and you were in a much calmer mood as you walked to your wing of the church, hoping to be greeted by the sweet comfort of your bed where you can just lay around and be lazy for one day. work has been so hectic lately, from rude clients to yapping co-workers, it’s about time you had some time for yourself.

kicking off your snow-dusted boots and coat, you laid them near the entrance of your door, not caring enough to put them in your room, before heading inside, yawning and getting ready to crash for the day.

“ahhh home sweet home—“ you started out, stretching your arms and opening your eyes, but you immediately paused mid-sentence when you say the sight before you.

there laid a luscious, gorgeous air ghoulette, all dolled up and plump looking. cumulus had the most smug grin on her face, laying on your bed flat on her stomach, legs in the air and crossed while she traced mindless patterns into the wooly quilt on top of your sheets. she had the must stunning makeup that lined her eyes perfectly and highlighted her demonic, yet seductive facial features. but by far, the most captivating thing about her appearance was the red hot lingerie that she was wearing, exposing her beautiful, smooth skin. the shade of red was a deep scarlet, and there were even laces of ribbon on her wrists and ankles that were tied up in fancy little bows.

she looked just like a present.

“welcome home, dearie.” cumulus sung happily, her voice sounding so innocent, but so playful at the same time. she knew what she was doing, what effect she had on you.

you stood there, mind completely going haywire. you couldn’t even speak in coherent sentences, cheeks tinted a deep shade of red. “i-i— well.. uhm…”

“i know you’ve been feeling stressed lately… so just enjoy what i have to offer for you.” cumulus started out, her tone of voice so incredibly suave, it was like butter.

she sat up from the bed, shimmying over to the edge and spreading her legs slightly, placing her palms between them as she leaned over and tilted her head up at you.

“y’know, just wanted to give you a little something that’ll make your vacation much better.” she whispered in that suggestive tone of voice.

fuck, you knew exactly what that meant.

“uh-huh…” you mindlessly whispered, your eyes too focused on cumulus’ beautiful breasts that were barely being covered by the sexily sewn lingerie she was wearing.

red was definitely her color. she looked so striking in it, you would’ve mistaken her for a succubus.

satanas, the things this woman did to you.

cumulus hummed, and her eyes were half-lidded, staring at you with the most hungry, lustrous gaze ever. she stood up from the bed, and slowly undid the laced ribbons on her wrists.

she approached you, and slowly walked around you in circles. it was like she was alluring you with her presence alone. her scent, her addicting body, the way she just knew how to make your knees so incredibly weak for her. you let out a soft gasp when you felt her tail slither up between your legs and caress your calf.

“i know you want this.” cumulus whispered to you from behind while putting a hand on your shoulder. she completely took the ribbon off of her ankles and wrists, and slowly started slipping off the stockings that adorned her plump thighs.

“you want me, want this body. i know how badly you want to be fucked by it.” she whispered into your ear, almost possessively. you just stood there, trembling with desire as she tempted you with her dirty words.

the red stockings slipped off of her thighs with ease, and she turned around to be facing you completely now. her black, clawed finger was under your chin, tipping your head upwards, however your gaze remained on her.

“i can see it in those hungry eyes.” she whispered seductively, her fingers trailing down to her laced panties. her fingers rested above her wet, dripping pussy, and she started rubbing her folds above her panties.

you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight. the way cumulus moaned heavenly from how she was playing with herself. you felt like a pervert for watching something so lewd, but you were so turned on.

“you like that thought don’t you?” cumulus said mischievously, her fingers moving to unlace the panties of her lingerie, the fabric pooling onto the floor over her feet.

slowly, each article of delicate clothing was being removed from her body, exposing more of that beautiful, bare body that cumulus loved to show off to you. white freckles dotted patches of her skin, and it was shimmering from the moonlit night.

“you want this body?” cumulus asked, her body bare on the bed, exposed for you to do so many things with.

fuck.

you wanted a piece of that so bad.

“mhm.” you said with a lower, more husky voice.

she grinned happily, and lustfully.

“then come here.”

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#holiday hoes event #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #cumulus ghoulette #cumulus smut #cumulus x reader #nameless ghoulettes x reader #nameless ghoul headcanons #smutty headcanons #smutty fanfiction #ghost bc smut #the band ghost smut #christmas #christmas prompts

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serene-sun · 10 months

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Okay so I think the ghouls would be fucking fascinated by ice cream but when they find out bubblegum ice cream exists.. they lose their marbles. Cause like hands down they can not have any kind of gum, the ghoulettes can, but they can't.

So showing them bubblegum ice cream would be hilarious. Mountain would be intrigued and try a few bites, Soto and Swiss start picking out the tiny pieces of bubblegum and shoving them in their mouths (they are the reason why the no bubblegum rule is in place), rain trys it but then remembers why he doesn't eat ice cream (it makes his whole body super cold and it hurts at first then just makes him uncomfortable and craving warmth), phantom just looks at you like "Tf is this" after taking 1 bite, aether thinks it's okay too sweet for him, end result you have rain cuddled up on you trying to get warm and slightly anxious because Swiss is sticking tiny bits of chewed gum on things meanwhile Aether is harshly judging him and soto is trying to put gum in mountains hair without mountain noticing... mountain is oblivious.

Lesson learned: no bubblegum.. EVER

I’m at the beach at beside the pool they have a standard icecream and Italian ice stand going inside with like nachos and shit, so this is based off of it!

The ghost beach episode everyone wanted

“Paaaapaaaaaaaa! Please!!” Sodo whined blocking the sun from copias chair laying in the sun.

The poor man sunburnt but he claimed that he needed “tan” so the ladies would notice him. Thank goodness they have aloe at the hotel.

“Ugh, ok dokie fine.” Papa sighed, searching for the zip lock bag full of bills.

Sodo and aether stood excitedly, calling the other ghouls over to go with them.

“Ooooooooooh why do they put a tigers blood on it?” Swiss looked a bit sad, but then brightened up when the sign said, “wine.”

Once they order and return back to the chairs without copia hundred dollar bill, they all take a bite and all of them are instantly in heaven!

#serene sun nocontext #the band ghost #ghost band #serene sun writes #the band ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #ghost band fic

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coffeeghoulie · 2 months

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dottie im here for the women

can you give us some sweet, loving, hot sex between cirrus and cumulus? im in need of some girl on girl action. im not picky <3

so the outline for this was, in all caps, "cumulus just fucking loves her wife so much"

Cirrus deserves to be pampered, okay?

about 1.7k of Cumulus taking care of Cirrus, oral sex, and mentions of strapons and facesitting

"I went to our favorite store when I was out this afternoon," Cirrus says, voice filtering in past the open bathroom door, where Cumulus is finishing up washing her face, gently smoothing lotion onto her skin.

Cumulus pauses, perking up and sticking her tongue out at her reflection as she realizes how eager she's being. "Yeah?" she asks, priding herself on how even she keeps her tone as her stomach jumps. She knows exactly what store Cirrus is talking about, the toy chest tucked underneath their roost full of all sorts of their wares.

"You wanna try something different tonight, songbird?"

"You always have the best ideas, loon," Cumulus says. "I'm in."

"Cue, you didn't even see what I got," Cirrus whines, but even though Cumulus can't even see her, she can hear her smile on the air. Cumulus flicks the bathroom light off, stepping into the room she shares with her beloved.

Cirrus, as always, is a vision. Dark navy hair pooling over her exposed shoulders, the dusting of light spots on her grey skin that earn her Cumulus's favorite nickname, dressed in soft sweatpants and a tanktop, ready for lounging in bed. But there's an odd expression on her face, a furrow in her brow that Cumulus wants nothing more to smooth out with her kisses. She glances down at the bed, at an open package overflowing with soft blue tissue paper sat on the foot of it.

"Ooh, whatcha get?" Cumulus asks, keeping her tone bright, trying to get her love to smile.

Cirrus just gestures at the box, a foot long on each side, a few inches deep. Cumulus doesn't go immediately to the package, instead cooing as she presses up against Cirrus's side. "Baby," Cumulus whispers, staring up at her with wide eyes. "What's wrong, my little loon?"

"Just thinking," Cirrus blinks, leaning down to nose at Cumulus's curls, making a soft little noise as she breathes in the scent of her shampoo. Cumulus wraps her arms around her waist, just holding her. "I got you something," she whispers into her hair. "You wanna see?"

"I'd like nothing more," Cumulus says, reaching out with one arm to rifle through the tissue paper. The other stays wrapped around Cirrus's waist.

The first thing she feels other than the paper is soft, buttery leather, and then cool, solid silicone. She wraps her hand around it, humming softly as she takes the new harness and strap from the box. It's a much slimmer toy than Cumulus normally prefers, a little shorter too, a white, icy blue marble where it's threaded through the silver o-ring at the front of the harness, gently curving up, and that's when it hits her.

She turns back to Cirrus, a grin dimpling her cheeks. "Oh, baby," she coos. "What a lovely toy you've gotten me. Would you like me to use it on you?"

The grey blush deepens, begins to creep down Cirrus's throat, and she hums uncharacteristically shy.

Cumulus turns, taking her by the biceps. "Baby, I'd be more than happy to." She stands up on her tiptoes, nudging her nose against the line of Cirrus's jaw, pressing fluttering kisses there. Cirrus looks up, meeting her eyes.

"Sorry," she breathes, laughing softly as Cumulus's breath tickles her skin.

"Whatever for?" Cumulus asks, cooing as she presses a kiss just under her ear.

"Can't seem to ask for what I want," she shifts, and Cumulus smooths her hands up and down her biceps. "Have to make you guess."

"Hey," she says, hands moving up to cup Cirrus's cheeks, making the taller ghoulette meet her gaze. "I know you, Cirrus. We crawled out of the Pit together. I know you, and you know me, and I want to give you what you want."

Cirrus huffs, smiling softly. "I want," she breathes. "I want to see you wearing that strap I bought."

Cumulus smiles, a glint of something mischievous in her eye. "Just see me?"

Cirrus rolls her eyes, laughing as she turns her head, pressing a ghost of a kiss against her mate's palm. "Dove," she says. "Don't make me say it."

She laughs, spinning her by the arms so the back of her legs press against the edge of the mattress. "Say what? That you want your mate to take care of you and use this very pretty little toy and make you feel good?"

The noise Cirrus makes is something that Cumulus wishes she could bottle and keep forever. "Oh, that's it, then?" She coos, coaxing her to lay down in their aerie. "You wanna be my princess tonight?"

Cirrus keens, an arm flopping over her eyes, the hem of her tank top riding up, and Cumulus has to fight not to drool at the sight of the soft pad of fat that sits just above her hips. "Oh, princess, don't hide, I wanna see you."

There's a clicking noise as Cirrus swallows, removing her arm from her face as Cumulus straddles her hips. Cirrus stares up at her, her normally pin-like, avian pupils blown out, darkness swallowing the grey of her irises. She reaches up, curling a strand of Cumulus's soft hair around one of her fingers before tucking it behind a feathered ear. "Please, dove."

Cumulus leans down, pressing a soft kiss to her mate's lips. She doesn't need confirmation, knows what Cirrus wants just as well as she knows her own needs. Cumulus helps her sit up just enough to pull her tank top off over her head.

"My prettiest ghoul," she coos, kissing down her chest, hands cupping the swell of her breasts. Cirrus chokes out a whine, carding her long fingers through her mate's hair as she kisses downward.

Cumulus takes her time, even though her patience is already wearing thin and she wants nothing more than to reward her love for offering her that vulnerability. She knows Cirrus, knows how she struggles to open up sometimes. She spends so much taking care of the others that there's not much left for herself.

Cumulus focuses her efforts on the softness of her stomach, just above the waistband of her sweats, sucking and mouthing at the skin, leaving small, violet bruises until Cirrus gasps, reaching down and shoving at her sweats.

"Cue, dove, please," Cirrus breathes, lifting her hips as they both work together to shove her pants and underwear off.

She grins, pushing gently at the lean muscle of Cirrus's thigh, making a little more space for herself as she hooks it over her shoulder. Cumulus turns, watching Cirrus's face out of the corner of her eye as she turns her affections on her inner thigh, kissing and sucking and nipping higher and higher, until Cirrus is whining, fingers tangled in the sheets.

"Grab my hair, princess," she coos, breath hitting where Cirrus is already slick with anticipation, clit jutting out from her folds, dusky and swollen even though it hasn't been touched yet.

Cirrus does as she's told, taking handfuls of Cumulus's curls, pianist's fingers curling against her scalp, but not pulling. Always so gentle.

Cumulus glances up, locking eyes with her before pressing her tongue to her folds, dragging it up over her clit. She doesn't look away, even as the warm pressure rips a quiet moan from her throat. Cumulus hums, shifting Cirrus's thigh on her shoulder and kissing her clit into her mouth, tongue fluttering against the tip.

"Shit, Lus," Cirrus gasps, breaking eye contact as her head tips back against the pillows. Cumulus holds on to her as she works at her, fingers dimpling the flesh of her thigh, her hip. She doesn't look away, knows Cirrus's body like her own, icy blue eyes locked on the way Cirrus's jaw goes slack.

Her world narrows to the points of contact, to watching her mate's expression as she licks at her, drowning in her taste. Cirrus's fingers clench and unclench, never pulling, and Cumulus coos into her cunt.

Cirrus jolts at the vibrations, fists closing as she yelps. "Fuck!"

"Does that feel good, baby?" she asks, pulling back to nose at her dark, slick curls. She presses a kiss to the tip of her clit, nuzzling her cheek against Cirrus's inner thigh.

"Fuck, Lus, please don't stop," Cirrus begs, fingers twitching in her hair.

"Never," She grins, licking a stripe over her clit before sucking gently on it, humming softly. Cirrus nearly squeals, hips jolting off of the bed, and Cumulus just holds her. "My polite little loon."

She smooths her hand up and down Cirrus's flank. One of Cirrus's hands leaves her hair, finds hers, and she squeezes her hand with more confidence than gripping at her curls. Cumulus smiles, redoubling her efforts.

Cirrus squirms, gasping and panting quietly. "Lus, shit, jus' like that, please," she begs, holding tight to her hand.

Cumulus lets her eyes lock onto Cirrus's face, not stopping even for a moment, air magick letting her hold her breath as long as she'd like and not a moment less.

Cirrus cries out wordlessly as she cums, and Cumulus watches her expression, wants to remember the bliss on her face forever. She keeps licking and sucking until Cirrus's hand tightens in her hair for real, panting and writhing beneath her with overstimulation.

She pulls back, licking her lips like the cat that got the cream. "Feeling good, baby?"

Cirrus laughs, chest heaving as she catches her breath. "Is the sky blue?"

Cumulus purrs, self-satisfied. She straddles Cirrus's hips, cupping her cheeks in her hands, leaning in to kiss her languidly. Cirrus moans at the taste of herself on Cumulus's tongue.

When they pull away, Cumulus presses her forehead to Cirrus's, their horns knocking gently together. "Are you ready for the strap, Cir?"

Cirrus grunts, propping herself up for a moment. The wave of heat from her expression nearly makes Cumulus double over. It's the look Cirrus gets when she's about to pounce. "Damn the strap, dove," she says, patting the pillow next to her head, a wicked smirk on her lips. "Changed my mind for right now. I want my turn. Come up here and have a seat."

#wammen #haven't written smut in like two months lol please cut me some slack #(what a wild sentence to me. only started writing smut last year lmao)#cirrus deserves to be pampered and loved on and cumulus is waving her hands in the air to volunteer #dot's writing #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #cirrus ghoul #cumulus ghoul #cirrus x cumulus

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midnight-moth · 11 months

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Sooooo the fic I keep referencing, for the ones asking for Raindrop + a certain new quintessence ghoul - here’s the first chapter. It was meant to be just a one shot. But it’s probably not going to be. Once again, I’m not certain about his name sooooo I didn’t use it. But in some circles he’s known as Phantom. There are some heavy subjects so please read the tags.

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

He couldn’t stop staring. It had been months, but he remained as mesmerized now as he was the moment he stumbled off that slab and into the arms of the Air ghoulette holding a blanket open for him.

It was the fluid way in which he rotated his wrists and raised his arms on stage, the way his fingertips danced across his lips when he’s concentrating, or the way they cover his mouth as he stifles a laugh.

The icy blue map of raised veins on his forearms and the backs of his hands, the inside of his slender wrist. Pale, glistening skin that looked soft, cold to the touch, like a marble statue. The way his hands wrapped around his mug of tea, trying to leech the warmth right through the ceramic pottery. How he pressed them firmly against his neck as they walked off stage, smothering the heat created by wearing so many layers.

He desperately wanted to feel that glacial touch on his own heated skin. Whether from the hot flood of stage lights, or his own blood rushing underneath the surface, he wanted those cool, slender fingers wrapped around his own neck, grazing his ribs, on the small of his back, wrapped around his hips.

He imagined those fingers would be gentle. Graceful. Loving. He imagined it was in his nature - to leave invisible marks that were somehow far more permanent than some of the bruises he’d received in the pit, where there was no love for him, just conquest and survival.

He aches for it. He starts to feel like he might die without it, or kill for it, or at least he might have if he were still in a different place, during a different time.

For as little to no comfort he’d ever received in the pit, his desperation for it now kept him awake at night, distracted on stage, lost in the presence of others, feeling utterly alone and mostly hopeless.

He followed him, both of them down dark corridors, rejection looming in front of him, he was sure of it. Who is he after all? A replacement. A stand in. A nobody. And the object of his desire seemed to belong to another. And if he were to admit the truth, they were both what he longed for.

He wanted the heat too, even if it made him shake with fear. That fiery gaze bore right through his skull and made his ears ring. One that he interpreted as don’t touch, mine, stay away from me, stay away from my pack.

But wanted to feel his body sag with relief, his muscles soften under a warm touch, he wanted his eyelids to feel weighed down rather than forced open. But some fear-born instinct told him this was no mere beam of sunlight to rest in. Rather an hellish blaze that would leave only salt, mineral, and bone behind.

Maybe that was the Water ghoul’s secret. His ability to smother those flames when needed. He wasn’t sure he was capable. In fact he was certain he wasn’t. Because maybe being incinerated would feel like something.

A blessed heat he could dissolve into and forget about the past. A warm place where he could simply cease to exist. Not like the void he’d created, that he’d self medicated himself with, using all he had, the very marrow of his own magic.

Darker than pitch black, as above, so below. But a scattering of stars caught the corner of his eye as he was summoned. A shard of light that cut through the void. One that he decided he would welcome. Two shone a little brighter than the rest. Not that anyone else could really see it the way he did.

And now, he wanted to feel more than nothing. He wanted to feel everything. Tails lashed around limbs, fingers making divots in soft flesh, tongues and teeth everywhere. Pushed, pulled, stretched, filled. And his heart, all the sad, pushed, pulled, stretched, filled.

No one would’ve guessed what turmoil lay underneath his seemingly buoyant exterior. No one wouldn’t guessed he was sinking into it. Would he have preferred the stagnation of his old life instead? Did he still hide away in the nothingness he’d created even if the present was far more pleasant than the past? He did.

To the others his energy seemed to be unmatched, his engagement during rituals quickly became notorious. His strange gesticulations and manic movement already beloved by the crowd, by the pack. It wasn’t just performance it was one way to ease the restlessness that made his bones itch. That made him chew on the end of his tail when he thought no one was watching.

That stage also became the place he poured his hatred for normalcy. Of what - no matter what his pack said - was expected of him. When he was first pulled from the pit, into a world whose rules were ordained by humans, he was lost in a sea of polite gestures and words, a mess of objects and implements he could never remember the proper use of.

Why did it matter if he sat on the back of the sofa rather than the cushion itself, why did it matter if he stabbed his food with his knife rather than a fork? It ended up in the same place. And despite Mountain’s warnings he hadn’t cut his tongue off yet.

He had to admit both relief and embarrassment when after peering in his room night after night, Cirrus whispered to him in the hallway that he could pull out the blankets tucked under the mattress and lay underneath them. It wasn’t that he was an idiot. He just knew nothing of creature comforts.

Nor could he really see them to discern their usage. On that front he still had them fooled. Because he could see, in a way. He saw their magic, his own, and the magic in living things and they way it shed and broke down around them.

A trail of rust and olive, that shimmering aura that helped him follow Earth giant’s steps. Sparks and ash drifting like snow, the scent of condensation gathering on stalactites. A crisp, winery breeze, or a warm one. Wherever the ghouls went, they left their mark. That and muscle memory got him around just fine. In the Abbey and on stage.

They’d told him several times he could take the mask off. Those particular rules around the Abbey were long since dissolved if you were able to maintain a convincing human facade in the presence of other humans. But Veil or none, the translucent white lens over his lavender iris and irregular black pupil was unmistakable.

So he wore sunglasses, he claimed that he just needed time to adjust to the brightness of the sun. However his excuse became less plausible when he roamed the halls of their wing in the middle of the night.

He wasn’t ready to be studied, to be pitied, or worse, to be healed. He learned and adapted on his own. He saw the world in a different way now, and he wasn’t convinced that seeing it like everyone else would be better. Not when he got to see everyone from the inside out before they ever spoke a word.

And so his draw to both the Fire ghoul and the Water ghoul was immediate and relentless, he liked what he saw as soon as he saw it. One carried a pain that rivaled his own. And he saw that pain reshaped by the other, like a stone smoothed beneath a river, shielded by an exterior that would protect him, iron forged by flames. The other, once coated in a layer of frost so thick and so biting that no one dared to touch, until he, with warm hands and fire in his heart, did dare.

He could see the way they had molded and transformed each other. The marks that they left, and if demons had souls, theirs were littered with each other's fingerprints, the outline of each other’s lips, echos of each other’s words.

Seeing it every day felt like a series of tiny daggers piercing just enough to draw out a single drop of blood every time he beheld it. So he would bleed out slowly. Maybe no one would notice. That is until he found a salve for the wounds, in the magic that they shed around him, a way to stop the bleeding.

From the elation of a ritual, to what seeped from beneath the doors of their quarters, where he heard sharp intakes of breath and vocalizations he wasn’t sure he’d ever make himself. The magic he collected made him feel closer to anyone than he’d ever been in the past, even if he knew it was artifice of his own making.

His intentions were innocent. Just to feel someone, something, anything. Those first few sparks of magic that he snatched out of thin air, he cradled them inside his chest as though they were what was keeping his heart beating. Eventually he believed that they were.

It was in the shaping of that magic, that was where his true skill as a quintessence ghoul lay. It was how he escaped, despite the marks carved into his back that held him in place. Once he’d figured out how to displace all of the magic that held the incantation together, the rest was simple.

Taking apart his captors piece by piece until they were nothing more than mouths gaping for air, eyes rolling around in empty skulls. They took his sight, but gave him another far greater in return. He had no such desire to decimate the Fire and Water ghouls in the same way. He simply wanted to collect the leftovers.

And gave it shape, function. Not exactly physical form, but something tangible nonetheless. No, not some specter, or abomination made of stolen flesh. Although he was likely capable of it.

No, it was a drop of water that ran down his neck, a current swimming around his ankles like playful koi fish, or the heat on his back as he tried to find warmth within the frigid walls of the Abbey.

The more he took, the more not having all of it tore at his insides. The more he allowed himself to be comforted by what he’d collected, the more he wanted. He let that fire wrap itself around his body, dragging heated digits across his skin, curling tendrils of flame licking at his lips. He let the water rush down his throat, in between his fingers, pooling in the hollows of his body.

He allowed himself to be possessed by it. Getting a hand around himself wasn’t enough.But this piece of them he coveted, that was enough. The same flame at his lips he allowed to drift lower, the water he let course through other channels in his body. Where his own fingers ended and their magic began he lost track of. Smothering himself in them, rubbing it into his skin, sighing with it, crying for it, begging for it, falling apart for it.

Cumming alone in the dark with it. Followed by a rush of shame that gnawed at him as he gnawed on the end of his tail throughout the day. It became distracting. The push and pull of desire and guilt that left him lost in his thoughts while others were calling for his attention at meals or during practice.

Distracted, so much that he was unaware of the way that the Fire Ghoul and the Water Ghoul moved closer to him, inch by inch, day by day. Driven by curiosity, a little bit of intuition, and a keen sense of smell. They stared in silence as they observed from across the room, watching him fidget as he perched on the back of the couch, facing the window.

No one was able to convince him that sitting on the sofa cushions would be more comfortable. They didn’t realize he didn’t want to be comfortable, he didn’t want to relax. He wanted to remain alert for the threat he knew was hiding around the corner.

So he remained on guard, nibbling on the spade of his tail as the middle portion swung from side to side. Afraid of startling him, the ghouls watching him never made a sound.

They just inhaled deeply, nostrils filled with something so familiar and yet they were unable to place it. They tilted their heads to the side and watched him let go of his tail briefly to pull strands of inky black hair between his lips, or to wrap his arms around his torso until his fingers reached the center of his back, trailing them along something that they couldn’t see through his worn black sweatshirt.

The Fire ghoul recognized the sweater by the holes he’d burnt into it. Forgetting the clothing he abandoned at the bottom of the closet of what was now the new Quintessence ghoul’s bedroom, he wondered if anyone had offered to get him some of his own. Now that he thought about it, he’d scarcely seen him in anything but his stage uniform.

Nor had he seen him without his eyes covered. The fire ghoul had once started humming the chorus to “I wear my sunglasses at night” but quickly realized that the ghoul had no idea what that song was. Perhaps it could be their inside joke one day.

As the Fire and Water ghouls communicated silently, their subject abruptly sighed, tipping backward on the sofa until he was upside down with his legs hanging over the high back. His sigh was cut off with a surprised yelp.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you.” Rain offered in a tone of apology. Dew, he just stared, with his head cocked to the side.

“No, it’s fine. I was in my own little world. Bad habit...” He trailed off with a nervous laughter, realizing he was making a sort of inside joke that only he understood.

Rain and Dew moved closer, slow and soft steps as though he would startle like a cat. And he sort of did, scrambling to turn his body until he was seated upright on the sofa. As they approached his breath hitched in an unbecoming noise that sounded like a hiccup. Too close, too much, retreat.

“Well, I have to go practice now. Uh - enjoy your - uh” Dew and Rain eyed each other, practice, what practice?

In that moment, he lost his bearings, not knowing if it was day or night. Usually he moved with some sort of awkward grace, but all equilibrium was lost in his panic and he tripped over the low coffee table, falling sideways, his sunglasses knocked out of reach.

Any intentions of normalcy shattered, he began groping across the floor in a panic for the glasses that were knocked off his head.

“Hey, are you alright?” The downed ghoul felt impossibly hot fingers gripping his hand. Too close, too much. The scent of both ghouls invading his lungs, familiar and inviting but overwhelming more than anything else.

Dewdrop’s touch surprisingly tender, which caused his warring emotions to clash harder. He felt like his arm was being branded, far more of that elemental magic he had siphoned now bleeding directly into his body. And he didn’t mean to draw on it, but his body was greedy for it. He wrenched his arm away before the other could feel it too.

His hand finally fell upon the frame of his sunglasses, held close enough to his face that he could smell the cheap plastic. They were slid into his sweating palms.

Hands as cool and silky as he had expected them to be ran across his fingertips as they pulled away. As if he couldn’t be more humiliated, he was, by the strangled cry of finally experiencing what it meant to be touched by Rain, no matter how brief.

He thrust the glasses back on his face, unsure of what the two ghouls saw, thought, or assumed. His only imperative was to flee the room and throw himself on his bed, maybe hold his breath until he wasn’t alive anymore.

“Please, do you need anything? Your knee? You slammed it on the corner of the table. You’re bleeding.”

“Oh no, I’m fine.” It stung ferociously. He swore he felt splinters embedded in the wound. However he’d be content to lick at it alone in his room, as he’d done many times before. A rogue tear slipped from beneath the glasses, following the crooked channel of the scar he bore on his right cheek.

“I’ll - uh - just -” He couldn’t be bothered to try and redeem himself. He just carried himself from the room with what small scrap of dignity he could. Which wasn’t much at all. He made it back to his quarters, into the washroom where of course he couldn’t see the little splinters of wood piercing his skin. So he simply dug into the wound with his claw until he couldn’t feel them anymore.

A touch of quintessence to ensure it didn’t fester, and then he led himself to bed. Knees to chest, he didn’t much care that the bed sheet began sticking to the still-bleeding wound. He allowed himself the catharsis of tears before drifting off with parts of Dew and Rain snaking around his body in a comforting squeeze.

“What - just happened?” Rain stared at the droplets of blood on the wooden floorboards, wondering how their presence could be so offensive.

“I don’t know. I think we broke him.” Perhaps it sounded sarcastic, but Dew meant it.

“Did you notice?”

“That he smelled like you?”

“And you?”

Rain and Dew knew each other well enough to be sure they weren’t sneaking off for their own individual trysts. In fact they’d both never been as close as they were today aside from when they’d been on tour.

“Why, with the glasses, still. It’s been months?” Dew knew Rain had no answers, but he still needed to voice the question that everyone else seemed to avoid. Along with the scar that drifted below the neck of his shirt. And how he seemingly avoided being touched in a group of the most clingy, overly affectionate ghouls this side of the pit.

“You know, I want to help him. But I don’t know how. He bolts like a deer as soon as he hears footsteps.”

“I know, you know I do too.”

“So, let’s try. If he runs, I’ll catch him. My legs are longer.”

Dew smirked at the subtle dig, considering he was an inch shorter. He suddenly bolted for the hallway, “You’d better practice then.” he yelled, knowing he didn’t have a chance.Rain had caught up in seconds, throwing Dew over his shoulder while he kicked and whined.

“Got you. Mine now” Rain hissed.

“Yes, yours.” Dew purred against his shoulder.

Curling up together in the large patch of sunlight bleeding onto their bed through the stained glass window, they both considered how they could reach out to the new ghoul. The one that was living up to the moniker that fans had given in the early days of his first tour. Appearing out of thin air, disappearing the same way, and always leaving behind more questions than answers.

The quintessence ghoul shot up in bed, no amount of stolen, begged or borrowed Fire magic could ward off the cold sweat now dripping down his face. He had nightmares, sure, here on Earth, they would call him traumatized. He’d accepted it, mostly. Except that in times of heightened anxiety and stress, they got worse. Sometimes they ripped him from his sleep with a scream only others heard.

And so they did. He felt for his tail under the sheets, confirming to himself that it was still intact. Running his finger through the deep groove where it connected to the rest of his spine. Proof of the attempt made to sever it. The rest of his tail proved it was still in working order as it snaked out from under the blanket, spade resting reassuringly on his lower lip.

He rested his hands palm up on his lap, the next sensation, secondary to fear. was that of the elemental magic that had brushed against them earlier that day. Still a constellation of calming blues and warm oranges.

He could pretend he was trying to distract himself from the fear he was running from, but that was long forgotten already as he traced each hand with the opposite. Rubbing the flats of his hands together, threading his fingers, a cursory stroke across his cheek.

It felt too real to him, because it was more real than anything else he’d felt. Touch unmarred by cruelty. Chasing distraction, he did his best to pretend those hands weren’t his anymore. Detaching the mind from the body was an acquired skill, and he wanted to test his capabilities.

All he wanted was a few soft touches, ones he could lean into. And so he found himself cradling his own face in his magic stained hands. He let the cooler of the two drape across his forehead, the warm one braced against his jaw. He let it slide down his neck, soothing the cramp brought on by tensing through the terror of his nap.

He smoothed the other hand from his hairline to wrap around the other side of his slender neck, imagining what it’d be like to really have fire and water on either side of him, his neck, his body, or how many pairs of lips could reach each other at once. How it would feel to have 4 hands on his body instead of two of his own.

His lips parted for his own cool fingers, his skin in goosebumps over the shudder that ran through him as soon as he tasted Rain’s infernal magic on his tongue. Sweet, like clover honey. His other hand drifted across his chest, drawing small circles, reaching for places he never really touched. The dip between his collarbone, under his arm, into the small cavern of space created by his sharp hip bone and the waist of his pants.

An exploratory brush over the soft hair trailing from his navel to the denser patch between his lips brought his hips off the bed in search of touch that wasn’t really there. He tried his best to fill the void, wrapping icy fingers around his shaft, too keyed up to really stroke himself in earnest, he was reduced to petting at the head of his cock, whilst the warmer digits and his own saliva created a slick space between his legs.

Not part of his repertoire, nor did he have one in the first place, still he thought that if was their hands working him open, he wouldn’t have to close his eyes and pretend he was somewhere else. Pushed, pulled, stretched, filled. Because he wanted to be.

His own soft whimpering had drowned out the sound of two sets of feet padding down the hall to his room. Far off in a separate hallway, empty at the absence of the other quintessence ghouls, he often forgot to close the door. And he hadn’t expected anyone to be seeking his presence in the middle of the night.

At first they weren’t sure what they were looking at. Marbled skin set aglow by the magic crawling across his skin. Not just the clear shimmer or the occasionally slate grey or violet that quintessence usually appeared to them. Shades of aqua and cobalt, and silvery turquoise, the glow of soft embers in a spent fireplace, some burning hot like the sun that strained their eyes in the darkness surrounding him.

It smelled like them, it smelled like him. Lavender and mint, the scent of the first snowfall hitting branches of pine, the thinned air close to a mountain peak. Simultaneously fresh and intoxicating, luring them to the bed, pressing down on the mattress one limb at a time.

So enraptured by the lines he managed to blur between fantasy and reality, it took him a moment to realize that the cool finger tracing his jaw, and the warm hand on the small of his back wasn’t something he’d conjured. That the words being whispered in his ear weren’t just his imaginings echoing in his mind. Calloused fingers and chapped wintery lips pressing into his skin.

When this new reality came crashing down on him, he sobbed with relief, also with guilt. Telling them he didn’t really mean to, that it wouldn’t hurt them, that he wasn’t trying to be intrusive, he didn’t mean to steal, just take what they didn’t need, that he accepted that he was alone, and that he promised he wouldn’t do it again.

It was then that they noticed the glasses cast aside on the bedside table, and through what light the full moon offered, they could see his faded lavender eyes scanning from side to side in the dark, one pupil larger than the other, the other pupil looking as though it were a spot of ink that a brush had been dragged through.

Dew knew more than anyone else could that he need not offer pity. He had hated nothing more. Rain had learned that from him too. Pity tells those who receive it that they have something to feel sorry about. It confirms that there is something they lack, that they are damaged, that they are broken and cannot be fixed.

Clearly he’d made his way from the Pit to the present, he didn’t need their pity. He needed their acceptance and kindness. And so when they both took turns caressing his face with the backs of their hands, and telling him how beautiful he was, he believed them. Even when Rain traced the crooked scar that began at the edge of his cheekbone and ended just past his clavicle, and when Dew ran his finger across both eyelids, he believed them.

Whether or not the quintessence ghoul could see any part of them in the darkness, they didn’t ask. Those types of questions of how and why, they could wait. They knew he could see them somehow, or feel them, as their words and touches eased his sobs, he began reaching out to them.

“What do you want?” Dew nor Rain would push, they had no agenda. They’d give him whatever he asked for, whatever he needed. As they had once offered and given to each other.

He’d never received this kind of proposition. He could scarcely decide what to eat most days. Opting for repetitive bowls of certain and whatever fruit or vegetable was thrust at him with threats of nutritional deficiencies. His eyes halted their movement, seemingly staring at the hands wrapped around his own in a pile on his lap.

“I’ve felt nothing for so long. I created a void within myself so deep I could hide there forever. I don’t care if you make me suffer, I don’t care if it hurts. I just want to feel both of you. Drown my heart, burn my soul.”

“No need, only love now, only pleasure.” Those were the last words spoken for some time. As if they’d heard the silent plea as well as the audible one. Pushed, pulled, stretched, filled.

For all the immense pleasure he’d felt carrying their magic around in his body, rubbing it into his skin, touching himself with it, inside and out. But it left him truly unprepared to experience all of it, a flood, or an inferno, all consuming.

Most caught off guard by Dew’s touch, which was adoring, gentle. Hands working his clothes into a pile on the floor, their own thrown on top, skin against skin. Rain’s hands brushed his mop of hair away from his face while Dew’s lips met his own with genuine affection. He kept it soft, exploratory. Running his hot tongue over his plush lower lip, over his sharp canines, past his teeth to work him open with slow sweeps across his tongue.

Cool lips trailed down his neck, the flat of Rain’s tongue across his shoulder blade. The displaced nerves caused the sensation to travel far past the intended target. He wanted to touch back, but all he could do was dig his fingers into willing flesh. His feverish grasp enough to elicit moans from both of them.

He was coaxed back toward the pillows, feeling weightless, dizzy, burning with furious heat that was entirely his own this time. Dew’s lips remained connected on the descent, sweeping into his mouth with a fervor that made his heart ache. He managed to pry his hand from Dew’s arm to thread it through his hair. As soft as he’d imagined it to be, Dew all but collapsed on his chest when he raked his claws against his scalp.

Dew made a strange noise that he wasn’t sure he’d ever heard. A warbling cry that must’ve been a purr colliding with a whine as Dew threw his leg across his hips. Dew swallowed his moans as the heat of Dew’s inner thigh connected with his cock. Rain’s hand guided his hips for him, maddeningly slow, though he wasn’t sure he could withstand anything faster.

More so when Rain coated his fingers in his own slick, the scent he imagined must be almost as incredible as what it must’ve tasted like. He whimpered into Dew’s mouth as they drifted between his thighs. He thought he’d break some kind of spell, by speaking aloud. But Rain’s silky fingers made him want to beg. Breaking away from Dew’s lips, all he could do was gasp as Rain’s fingers slipped past his entrance.

He only regained enough composure to beg for a taste. Dew obliged him, Rain’s body jerking at the sudden but welcome intrusion. Enraptured, he held onto his forearm as he worked his fingers into Rain’s body. Taking only a few cursory strokes before Rain’s hips were driving down to meet his hand.

He shifted, moving his other hand to Rain’s hip, forgetting his own want for a moment to focus on the way his body bucked and shuddered. To allow himself to be captured in Rain’s arms, his cool mouth somehow managed to be just as searing as Dew’s. For what he lacked in temperature he made up for with absolute desperation for harder and deeper.

He felt Dew’s arm shift, twisting out of his grasp, only to guide his hand, to replace his own. He remembered briefly that no one was ever concerned with anyone’s pleasure in the pit, it was all he cared about now. Giving it, receiving it, he tried to emulate what he felt in the tendons and muscles shifting under Dew’s skin, under his grasp.

Elsewhere Rain was cool, here he was not. Only one digit at a time, but Rain whimpered “3” in his ear. Soft, plush, heat wrapped around his fingers, he imagined what it’d feel like around his cock. His thoughts scattered as Dew’s fingers glided across his jaw and into his mouth. Rain tasted just as his magic smelled, sweet, heady, delicious.

Rain seemed as eager to taste himself on Dew’s fingers, inside of his own mouth, as he was. Rain’s tongue pushed Dew’s fingers apart, meeting his own inbetween. Dew’s hand retreated, moving across his chest, dragging his wet fingers around his nipple, rather than directly across. Teasing him until he started stroking it in earnest.

Dew’s tail coiled around his thigh, gently willing his legs apart. His focus was scattered, between the hand petting and occasionally pinching his nipples, feeling them harden and swell and burn. Rain crushing their lips together as he writhed on his fingers.

Or Rain’s hand dipping between their bodies, just to hold his cock in a way that struck him as somehow even more intimate than if he were stroking him. He couldn’t help the way that his hips jolted forward when Rain’s lips moved to the corner of his mouth to moan in his ear, a light and breathy timbre that he wished he could actually lick, swallow.

“Look how he wants you.” Dew whispered in his ear, dividing his intention in a way that was practically impossible to manage. “Look how close he is. Feel the tears running down his face.” He ran a thumb through the droplets gathered on his eyelashes, afterwards wrapping his lips around the digit with a shudder.

“He wants you to fuck him.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yes, can’t you hear how wet he is?”

“Yes. So wet.”

“Do you want to fuck him?”

“So, so much. But how do you know? Maybe he wants you. You belong to each other.”

“Perhaps, but now you belong to us.” The possessive edge in Dew’s voice made his heart swell. “Ask him yourself.”

Dew could see Rain’s lids flickering, attempting to give their words a fraction of his attention.

“Just curl your fingers a little.” He obeyed and Rain cried out loud enough that perhaps the sound carried to the other hallways in their wing of the Abbey. His hands shot to his shoulders, tensing against his skin as he tried to keep his claws retracted.

“Ask him.”

He couldn’t bring the volume of his voice any higher, he whispered the question into Rain’s ear like a secret. “Can I fuck you?”

“No, don’t ask if you can. Ask him if he wants you to.”

Rain’s hips stilled, his chest heaving, he waited for the question, knowing just how much the answer would mean, how much it would reassure.

“Do you want me?

Similar in wording but its meaning was full of nuance.

“Yes, I want you. We want you.”

“Do you want me just for now?”

“We want you forever.” Rain was confident he could speak for Dew, for the rest of the pack. He knew the question was multifaceted. That he didn’t mean just Rain, and just his body.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, now and forever.”

The promise of that kind of affection, that kind of love, the kind you could only have with your pack. With a mate, or two, a concept he’d scarcely contemplated in his life. It threatened to swallow him whole. But not yet, he’d let himself revel in the implications of his words later, when he didn’t have everything he’d ever wanted curled around both sides of his body.

His mind reeled, but Dew was relentless, full of need, want, desire. He didn’t want to give him time to consider Rain’s words, he sought to overwhelm and consume, as was his nature. “After you fuck him, after he cums on your cock, will you let me fuck you?” Dew began to nuzzle behind his ear as he spoke, docile as a kitten with very sharp claws and teeth. “I know you’re scared of me. Or you were. I won’t hurt you, I’ll be gentle, soft. Until you don’t want me to be.”

Dew’s speech sounded a lot like he was trying to lure a lamb to the slaughter. But it was only that lust had clouded his brain and coloured his words, and the tone of his voice. Perhaps it sounded less affectionate than he actually felt it. However, his touch remained as soft as he said it would be. Hands gliding over his ribs, caressing the soft curve of his belly, laying achingly tender kisses along the pointed shell of his ear.

Rain muttered against his flush skin, his voice as wistful as it was shaken, “He will. He’ll take you as slow as you want to be taken. Spread you open and break you apart. He’ll ruin you, make you cry, make you cum, and you’ll beg him to do it all over again. He’ll make you fall in love.” He had no doubt he’d fall in love, he was already there well before they’d laid a finger on him.

He could see the allure in both of the scenes being presented to him. As if Dew could read his indecision, he murmured into his ear, “You don’t have to choose, it’s all yours. This and more.” He wanted to say don’t make promises you can’t keep, his quiet sob said it for him.

Hands reaching out to him to pet his hair, tails latching around his legs, the kisses on his throat and down his spine said we can keep them, and we will.

“Do you need his help?” He nodded in confirmation, feeling almost too overwhelmed to move but not so much that he wanted it to end. No, he very much so, enthusiastically wanted it to continue.

“Rain, help him.” Not that Dew wasn’t helping in his own way, easing him onto his back, pushing damp waves of hair out of his eyes. Dew watched his eyes track Rain’s body in the dark, wondering what he was seeing.

Whatever it was, when his eyes back over to Dew’s, always shifting back and forth in a rapid flutter, they managed to fix on his for a little while, the smile on his face as Rain crawled on top of him, graceful as he could be with legs trembling so violently, it reminded Dew of when he realized he could smile again. It was wide and earnest and he couldn’t look away but he found himself leaning over to crush his lips with kisses anyway.

While their lips were still connected, Rain sunk down with a whine, having thoroughly been worked open by both and soaking the sheets in slick all the while. It would’ve been a mercy had he moved a bit slower. He bit Dew’s lip in surprise, embarrassed by how close his orgasm came hurtling toward him just from one or two strokes.

“I’m so sorry. I - oh.” Indeed Rain had robbed him of his ability to speak, Dew offered his hand which he crushed against his own chest. He placed the other in Rain’s, replacing the fistful of bedsheets. That drop of blood on the end of his tongue sang to him. All of the things that they’d said to him, and maybe some of the things they hadn’t. He hoped he’d get another taste, a purposeful one, from both of them.

Rain obliterated the rest of the thoughts swirling around in his mind with the slow drag of his hips. The way he’d occasionally slam down with all his body weight made him realize that Rain was holding back.

And why he was holding back? It must have been sounds he heard, his own voice crying out to Dew that he was going to cum, and telling Rain it was too much, too fast. Until he pulled his hand from Dew’s to clamp it over his mouth. Maybe to bite down on a finger or two. To pull himself together enough to notice his tail thumping against the bed.

He whined in Dew’s ear, wishing that he could at least get this right. Rain pressed cool hands to the sides of his now flush, heated skin, soothing with touch rather than words as Rain had less breath in his lungs than he did.

“There’s no judgment here. This isn’t a performance, and I know that’s what you feel you need to do, not just on stage. Here, in the Abbey, for us, for everyone. But you don’t, not anymore, not here, not with us. Not with any of us.”

All he could do was let Rain’s icy fingers brush the tears from his face, let Dew press his warm lips across his shoulder, let himself cry, shake, whimper, let Dew wrap his tail around his wrist so he’d stop accidentally slapping him with the flat spaded tip, which at least made him laugh.

When he finally got out of his own head he was able to appreciate the scope of what was happening. To appreciate the visual as well as the sensation of being enveloped by their magic as well as their bodies. He wanted to know if it felt like this for other quintessence ghouls. He selfishly hoped it was his pleasure alone for the sacrifice he didn’t ask to make.

This time he didn’t borrow, or steal. He gave, letting his own magic seep out, drift across their bodies, curling around them like creeping vines. Pulling them all closer together by invisible threads. Well, invisible to Rain and Dew. A stroke behind Dew’s ear, sweeping up Rain’s spine.

Dew clung to his side, hands roaming between his and Rain’s bodies, this new touch, this new connection between the 3 of them, he hadn’t expected it, corporeal manifestations of what was the least understood element. He hadn’t the ability to think about it too much. Not when whatever it was felt tangible, physical, touching, caressing, stroking.

“Does it feel good, or it’s -”

“No, so good.” Rain managed to whine out. “So close.”

“See, pretty boy, he’s going to cum, just for you.” He’d heard a hint of sweetness in Dew’s voice before, now it was cloying, syrupy. Dew ran his fingers across his abdomen, through the pool of pre gathered between his hips. “Oh, you must be making him feel so good. He’s dripping for you.”

He’d shut his eyes tight, as if he needed Dew’s words to push him over the edge. He was already there, but he also didn’t want him to stop. He felt Dew’s thin fingers slipping between his thighs, dragging his fingers through the slick that all but poured down his shaft now that Rain was on the verge. Wordlessly, Dew slipped his now drenched fingers into his mouth, closing the gap between all 5 of his senses.

At the next pass of Rain’s hips, he folded in on himself, between the taste in his mouth and the sounds Rain made and the words Dew was whispering in his ears and the friction that remained despite how wet everything was.

As soon as the first hot splash ran across his chest, he came with a wrecked sob. A release worthy of a water ghoul, maybe it was all that magic he’d borrowed. The sinful mess they both made of each other, the sheets, the mattress, and Dew praised them both hung off of each other panting.

“So - beautiful.” For him, Rain was lit up, head to toe, perhaps the clearest he’d ever seen his features before. He hoped it wouldn’t fade. He hoped he’d see Dew shine this brightly once he caught his breath, once Dew kept his word. Made him fall in love.

Rain eased himself to the side, respite for his burning thigh muscles. Not too tired to plaster wet kisses to the side of his face. “I made a mess of you.” Rain giggled, he actually giggled.

“Look, you made him delirious.”

“Is that what you’re going to do to me? Make a mess of me, make me delirious?”

“Yes, a big mess.” Rain muttered against his shoulder, answering in Dew’s stead.

Dew gave the base of his curved black horns an affectionate scratch, catching his fingers on the chips. “Is that what you want? For me to make a mess of you?”

The eagerness in his expression faltered. Dew ran a thumb over his damn lips as though he could wipe the partial frown away. Instead, his thumb revealed a tremor as it slid to his chin. “I do - want you - and not just to make a mess of you.”

The ghoul shivered, knowing the intensity of what he’d just experienced wouldn’t exactly be surpassed but it would feel altogether different.

“Can we just - first - ”

“Of course.” Rain and Dew enclosed him almost completely, letting his head poke out the top of their woven limbs.

He felt himself melt into the mattress, his muscles looser than they’d ever been, and the tension that had been wrapped around his skull for longer than he could remember had finally loosened. He didn’t mean to, but their rumbling purrs and trills and soft kisses made him fall asleep for the first time in a long time without force.

For once his life was far better than anything he might dream of while he was unconscious.

#hurt / comfort #implied rape #implied torture #depression #suicidal thoughts #eventual smut #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #the band ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #this was hard to write #because I projected myself on one of them like I do #please be gentle

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nackrosor · 9 months

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Just a lil' tasty scenario... I could be persuaded to write more. 👀

Nameless ghouls x Reader

You're a new Sister of Sin. To seal your perpetual vows to the Ministry you need to be "baptised" which means you have to spend the night with one of the ghouls. Papa summons you in the Cathedral where he's waiting for you. As you arrive, one after the other all the ghouls appear and stand at his sides.

Papa explains that your mission as a Sister starts with being claimed. Claimed by one of the hellish creatures to whom you're devoting your life. "It's about pleasure. Desire. Lust! Yes, lust! One of the most loved commandments of our God Below. But it's imperial that the pleasure goes each way, especially during a baptism! This is how it works at our Church. Both parts must give and receive equally."

Papa tells you that you have a choice; you can decide which ghoul will be claiming you during your first act of devotion. "Every ghoul comes with its perks and cons." he says with an amused smile. He moves to the start of the line where a rather fit Ghoul stands with his arms crossed over his chest - forearms exposed, thus showing his brownish skin - his stance showcasing utter confidence.

"A multi ghoul, as the name suggests, can do anything... He can fulfil your every desire but be warned, he can get pretty intense. You might get addicted to the overwhelming feelings he ignites in you and... lose your mind." Papa makes a face as he swirls his index finger pointed at his temples. The ghoul on the other hand, flashes you with a full grin of pearly whites.

Papa moves to the next in line, a shorter ghoul whose military stance radiates seriousness. "Fire ghouls are all about passion! They're clearly the most indicated for a baptism... But you must be careful, dear Sister! Giving in too much to the passion will surely result in getting badly burned! And our small motherfucker here can be extremely fierce." The ghoul's eyes seem to glint with blazing flames as he gives you a subtle, proud nod.

"Ah, water ghoul... He looks so calm and collected, doesn't he?" Papa softly pats the ghoul on the shoulder, while the creature keeps his eyes glued on you. "Oh but he hides a brutal force within. Break the dams and let the water flood and overcome you! No one knows where the untamed current might take you..."

Papa's eyes glint mischievously as he glances at you. He steps closer to the taller ghoul of the bunch. "Earth ghoul. So silent. So stoic. You won't get much dirty or sweet talk out of him, but he's all about rhythm. He's very precise with his... hits." He swings his hips to accompany his words, before he adds, "and oh, this big guy here can keep going for hours! Good luck getting him tired!" The tall ghoul seems to assess you with a through look; perhaps he's wondering whether you can keep up with him or not.

Then Papa approaches the last ghoul of the line. He looks like the most curious and eager of the group. He tilts his head toward Papa then glances back at you. "This ghoul here is the youngest. He's unexperienced... He still needs to learn how to keep his instincts under control. In fact, he gets feral quite easily... That's why I wouldn't recommend him for your baptism, my dear Sister..." A displeased groan comes out of the ghoul, he stomps his foot on the marble floor rather dramatically and Papa smacks him on his head, like a mother would do to a misbehaving child. "But oh well, a choice is a choice. Feel free to ignore my warning. Perhaps... yes, he might even learn something from a good obedient Sister like you." The young ghoul turns to face you once more, he sticks his tongue out playfully.

"And last but not least..." Papa announces, walking toward the three ghouls standing a few steps away from the others. "Our beautiful Ghoulettes! They look adorable, don't they?" Papa gives you a look, he seems to expect you to agree with his statement. You take in the three ghouls, they stand close to each other, arms entangled, and they stare at you, chuckling quietly between themselves. You nod in response to Papa's words and he instantly adds, "Well, they bite the most. Don't let their looks fool ya, child!" As on cue, one of them sticks her claws out and growls playfully at you, making her companions giggle. "And they like to share. They come as a full package, three for one. So you'll have to divide your attention among all of them... but three ghouls at once means the pleasure is three times greater!"

Papa moves back to the center, his curious eyes scanning your face. All the ghouls stare at you, expectantly, awaiting for your decision.

"So, my lovely y/n... What will your choice be? Who's gonna be the lucky ghoul tonight?"

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jd-loves-fiction · 1 year

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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥 (1)

➢ A new ghoul is summoned, they're small and unsure of who they want to be. The ghouls and ghoulettes help them figure it out while bringing them into their loving arms and showing them that no matter what path they choose, they will be loved.

➢ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: poly!nameless ghouls/ghoulettes x OC (Ghoulie)

➢ 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff, smut (with a sprinkle of angst sorry) [series]

➢ 𝖜𝖈: 1.1k

➢ 𝖆/𝖓:

➢⚠️: nothing in this chapter, besides swearing and vague descriptions of hell??

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 1 - 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

At first there's just pure heat. Nothing coherent, only instincts and pure fucking heat. But that's nothing new for a ghoul in Hell - what comes next, however, is.

Light flashes before the chosen ghoul’s unprepared eyes, followed by a rushing wind all around like her own personal tornado. And in a second there’s cool marble beneath her back and the light has faded to complete, all-encompassing darkness.

Whispers and soft toned speech sounds around the barely conscious ghoul once the horrendous ringing disappears. The poor creature is so drained but she is unable to so much as open her eyes let alone identify how many entities crowd the room or who (what) they are exactly.

And so she has little choice but to lay there and wait for her strength to return or for sleep to claim her mercifully.

It does so eventually, once the onlookers reach an agreement and she's raised into warm, sturdy arms. Resisting sleep after that would be no more than a fool's errand, so she allows it to take her with no complaints as she feels it start to tug at her exhausted– well everything.

Aether feels the vulnerable ghoul relax even further into his arms as he carries them to his room. He hopes his presence might ease their reaction to the new environment.

He still remembers parts of what Hell was like, despite how long it's been since he was summoned. It's hellish to say the least. Unbearably hot and filled with ghouls and wandering human souls. The first of which are everything but gentle or loving or much of anything really. They are no more than feral, scared little creatures, doing their utmost to survive.

There are no rules for ghouls in Hell, just instincts and pure fucking heat.

Compared to all that, the abbey must be the closest thing to Heaven a ghoul will ever get to experience. Despite this, there is no guarantee that the new ghoul will take well to this place, Satan knows Dew was an absolute handful when he was summoned.

Aether is careful with them, gently laying their naked body down on his bed but not yet covering them. The ghoul’s temperature is still far too high and clothes can be extremely irritating, if not painful, to one who’s not used to them.

After confirming that the nameless ghoul won’t be waking up any time soon, Aether gathers a large, cool glass of water and the biggest, softest shirt in his room. Sure, it’ll probably still feel somewhat uncomfortable but he’d rather avoid giving anyone (Swiss) ideas about playing with the new ghoul.

Such considerations inevitably have him thinking about it too as he looks over their barely twitching body. It’s not much different from what is customary of a ghoul to look like. The same pointy ears, same grayish, discolored look to their skin and a dark spaded tail.

But they’re just so tiny. Smaller than Dew! Aether takes a deep breath to will away any and all feelings stirring within his chest because of this information. Not the time.

He already feels like kind of a pervert for staring-- no, observing the newcomer so closely (even if he reasons to himself that he’s just checking for injuries).

Busying his mind with further observation, he finds that this ghoul lacks colored lines across their body which would indicate their element, and that one of their (once again, very small) horns is badly chipped. His heart tugs at the sight, he knows how badly that hurts.

Physically shaking away all previous thoughts of any kind, Aether, slowly, lightly dresses the ghoul in his shirt, before realizing that they’re out so cold only a bomb could wake them. And even then he can’t be sure they would.

Large hand gently resting on the ghoul’s skin, Aether finds its temperature adequate and pulls the covers up, taking mental stock of what he needs to tell the others - who will undoubtedly swarm him with questions that he will probably not be able to answer.

The ghoul is sleeping and with no apparent nightmares, which while unusual for recently summoned ghouls fresh off the fiery pits of Hell itself, is a huge relief. Their horn no longer has a point but other than that they are unscathed, which is also odd for such a lawless, merciless place. He is unable to establish a mental link so he does not know their name or how they’d like to be referred to as. And lastly, he has no clue what their element is.

He’s somewhat disappointed but not knowing much beats having to calm down a bloodlusty, feral ghoul.

Noticing that a strand of long black hair has fallen over their now twitching nose, Aether brushes it out of the way, feeling the heat of their face against his skin and catching himself staring again.

The lights are turned off and the door is closed as softly as possible before Aether loses himself to the point of having the ghoul wake up to him staring at them… that probably would not go well.

He gets no peace, however, as he’s immediately bombarded by the rest of his pack. Bombarded is a strong word for it; they are simply staring him down not so patiently and waiting for him to say something, anything.

“They’re sleeping fine, out like a rock. I didn’t get much else besides that.” He says honestly, watching as the most excited ghouls deflate in disappointment. It’s been awhile, something like many decades, since Sunshine was summoned so Aether doesn’t really blame them for forgetting how the new ghouls tend to be. The most they usually get is a name exhaled just before they pass out.

Swiss, Sunshine, Cumulus and Dew disperse, sitting heavily in various places around the common room. They’ll get over it pretty soon, Aether’s sure of it.

He sits next to Mountain and Rain on the couch with a sigh, “Any injuries we should worry about?” asks the earth ghoul while running his fingers through the water ghoul’s wavy hair.

“A chipped horn and nothing else, weirdly enough.” Mountain nods in response. None of them remembers much of the last summoning, except for the many burns and various injuries littering the newcomer's body.

"When do you think they'll be up?" Rain follows up, faking mild disinterest even though Aether caught his wide gaze the moment he stepped out of his room.

"I really wish I knew, Rainy. I really do." He tells the water ghoul honestly, watching as he nods in understanding.

Nothing else to do but wait.

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p1nkcanoe · 1 year

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the pleasure in deprivation

[ swiss x rain smut ]

summary: rain wants to try something new without any eyes to judge him. he knows a specific ghoul who won't put up a fight to whatever he wants. warnings: 18+ only please; oral sex; anal sex; sensory deprivation word count: 5625

- as of october 20, 2023 this fic has been completely rewritten and edited and better reflects my writing abilities. i hope you enjoy it as much as i do <3

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Swiss had expected to catch a scent of familiar, calming pheromones when he heard the creak of the heavy chapel doors open and close again, had expected to feel the strong, rough hands of the quintessence ghoul or hear his voice. Perhaps he'd been expecting an aromatic burst of fresh cut pine from the earth ghoul, or a bit of cinnamon from the fire ghoul. There was even a part of him that had been eager to discover one of his ghoulettes paying him a visit. The last thing that Swiss had expected to spill through the chapel's grand wooden doors was petrichor.

It took a while to hit him from where he sat in one of the center rows of pews, a silk blindfold tied haphazardly across his eyes. He listened as quiet and slow footsteps echoed down the aisle, actively trying to figure out who had summoned him by the pattern of his feet alone, his fingers clasped together but restless in his lap. His senses were heightened from his sight being taken away, albeit tying the knot behind his head himself, but no matter how hard he tried, it’s too indistinguishable. Too slow, too careful to be one of his massive packmates, but too smooth to be Dew or Sunny… The ghoul moves fluidly, like water, and walks on his toes. Silent except for the brush of his skin against the floor tiles.

The ghoul's scent finally hits him when he's only feet away. He can hear the soft shuffle of his feet as they stop on the marble floors, and Swiss listens close as he takes in a deep breath. The sound travels around his head before settling heavy in his ears. He's right behind him now and Swiss has almost stopped breathing altogether. Petrichor–the thickness in the air right before a storm, the first few drops of a summer rain... for a scent that is usually so subtle, it's heavy and thick and feels like it's filling Swiss' head with cotton.

"Rain..." Swiss rasps into the silence of the chapel. It echoes off the walls. Harsh and deafening in the silence that surrounds him. He can't see, but he listens as Rain begins to move again. He's circling the multi ghoul, observing him and taking note of how his leg bounces and his hands are anchored to his lap. Is he nervous? Hesitant? Excited? It's difficult to tell. And only when a hot wave of arousal floods his senses does he realize that the water ghoul has settled in front of his face. He submissively releases a wave of his own arousal and feels his half hard cock kick in his pants when Rain lets out a quiet moan in return, drinking him in.

"I can't lie, Swiss. I'm surprised you came-" Rain finally speaks. One of his hands finds its place squarely on Swiss' jaw, angling his head up so he can take a good look at him. His other hand reaches up to trace the top edge of delicate fabric silk and reposition it so that it's flat and perfect where he wants it on his face. No slipping, no peeking. "And you listened."

Swiss feels the deep rumble of a purr in his chest as he subconsciously leans into the pad of the thumb tracing his eyes. This is a different feeling, this is new, and despite him not expecting Rain to be the one who left him the handwritten note on his bed accompanied by a familiar silk blindfold that Swiss had used only days before on Aether, he doesn't seem to mind too much.

He allows himself to be petted. Nobody's around to hear if Swiss purrs at the hands of a bottom, or if he's blindfolded and chubby in his pants in the chapel. Nobody is around to watch whatever it is exactly that Rain has hidden up his sleeve, so the bigger ghoul gives in and lets the water ghoul drink up all of his sweet, sweet pheromones.

"Hmm," Rain hums and drops his hold on Swiss' face, reaches back behind his head to test the integrity of the silk knot. It doesn't budge and Rain rewards him, pleased, by carding all ten of his claws lightly across his scalp.

"Good boy."

A violent reaction kicks through Swiss' stomach at the sound of the praise that he's only ever awarded the other ghoul with. It makes him feel small despite their obvious size difference and it oddly feels good echoing around in his head. A small whine escapes his throat and he surges forward, reaching blindly in front of him for more and an attempt to ground himself in the vast darkness he exists in. He's met with rough denim and the bulge of Rain's cock under his hands and can't help but trace and palm the outline of it. Rain's hard–very much so–and by the way it throbs under the fabric at the slightest press of his fingertips, it’s clear he's been hard for a while. "Fuck." Rain hisses out through gritted teeth, grabbing at Swiss' hands and shoving them away from his crotch. The multi ghoul sags and comes dangerously close to headbutting Rain’s stomach. The water ghoul tuts.

"Don't touch—not yet. I'm not done looking at you."

Swiss frowns, pulls his hands back into his space. He digs his fingers into the fabric of his pants.

"Why me?"

He doesn’t receive a response. Only silence and the sound of his own breathing roaring in his ears.

There's a slight rustling of fabric then a hand weaves itself back into his hair. Rain's claws are rough against his scalp when he pushes his fingers through and tugs hard on a fistful of curls. Swiss groans at the painful pull but doesn't object. He’s always been a slut for a bit of pain. Rain releases, readjusts his grip, and pulls again, this time at his nape so he's forced to look upwards into vast and torturous nothingness. His grip is tight; unrelenting. The pain only makes his cock grow harder in his pants.

"It took me a while to figure out who I wanted,” Rain says. Smooth. Too calm. “But I knew that if you came, that you'd put up the least of a fight."

"And what is it that you want to do, Rainy?" Swiss asks. His voice drips with warm honey, subconsciously trying to turn the tables back to what is familiar, and his hands reach forwards to trail up the sides of slim thighs. To neither of their surprise they're forcefully smacked away and Rain actually growls. It’s an unfamiliar noise. Harsh and deep and rumbling in his heightened ears. A flash of embarrassment zips down Swiss’ spine and his ears flatten. He shrinks back into the cold wood of the pew. Perhaps this isn't the kinky little scene that Swiss had in mind. He'd been blindfolded before, the same way he'd also blindfolded the water ghoul, but he'd never actually been the one blindfolded by the water ghoul.

Satanas, was Rain even glamored?

As if on cue, Rain secretes a wave of dominant pheromones so thick it immediately masks Swiss' arousal as if he hadn't been sitting there at all and causes his body to quiver. New. Intoxicating. His brain lights up with it, his cock begs to be released.

"Don't touch and don't call me that–not right now. And you'll find out soon enough. I just need to know that you are okay with this."

The gentleness returns–a stark contrast to the bite of his words–and both of Rain's hands raise up to cradle Swiss' cheeks. He knows that Rain is looking down into his face, searching for signs of discomfort. The same way he'd always done for him. He finds none. He’s more than okay with this. Whatever this actually is. Swiss nods and Rain's shins nudge his knees out of the way, apart, and he moves closer, infiltrating his space.

"Y-yes, I'm very okay with this," Swiss confirms, barely a whisper.

Rain begins to move again and the sound of his belt buckle hitting the pew with a loud clang makes the multi ghoul flinch and his heartbeat to speed up. The sound is promptly followed by the pull of his zipper.

"Good," Rain breathes out and grabs a fist of Swiss' hair, pulling him forward and forcing him down until his parted lips meet the slippery head of his cock. His bottom lip is wetted with pre. Swiss moans in surprise, content when the salty taste of Rain meets his tongue when it darts out to lick it, and he opens his mouth wider, allowing the water ghoul to push in and sit heavy on his tongue with a single thrust. Both ghouls moan in tandem when Swiss closes his lips around him and pushes forward from the pew, letting Rain's cock get enveloped in the wet, hot heat of his throat. His mouth isn't as scorching as Dew's, but it still feels incredible in the contrasting chill of the chapel and Rain can't help but accidentally thrust forward just a few centimeters more, causing Swiss to gag at the unexpected intrusion deep into the back of his throat. He spasms around him, his fingers digging painfully into his own thighs. The sudden pressure around his dick makes Rain audibly and violently choke and he caves slightly in on himself at the waist, almost pulling out of Swiss' mouth completely.

"Sorry," he apologizes, breathless, and pulls lightly on his fistful of curls, guiding him back down around him to sit where he was.

Swiss hums around him and wiggles his tongue the best he can at the underside of his cock. Rain gives him a good little pull on his hair for that.

"Didn't expect you to feel so good."

Swiss half expects Rain to punch his cock down further his throat and fuck his mouth as he's made him do plenty of times, but it surprises him when instead he releases his grip on his hair and pulls out of his mouth completely, leaving Swiss with slick and swollen lips as he leans back into the pew behind him and adjusts his feet squarely against the floor. “Suck.” He gets the message loud and clear and leans forward blindly, searching for the tip with his lips and tongue until he finds it and sinks down again, bobbing his head and working his tongue over him expertly. Above him, Rain struggles to hold back his noises. Filthy sounds–moaning and gasping alongside the unholy noises Swiss' mouth is making–fill the vast chamber of worship, echoing and reverberating off of the walls, ceiling, and floor like molecules of air in a particle chamber. Swiss’ hands reach up and shake as they leave his lap and he wants so badly to be able to use his hands or just to touch the water ghoul, but he can hear Rain in the back of his mind telling him don’t touch and can feel the stinging of his hands on his skin. He forces himself to find the rounded top of the pew he leans on instead, grabbing blindly on either side of his hips. He wraps his fingers so tight around the wood his knuckles pale. He braces himself for the worst.

"Good-good boy, Swiss," Rain stutters. His hips shallowly thrust forward to meet the downward bobs of Swiss' head and the head of his cock teases his throat. The multi ghoul focuses on his breathing and suppressing his gag reflex, but the water ghoul is becoming desperate and whiny and he wants to give him everything he can offer if it means he makes more of those pretty noises. "So good, you're so good, oh- your mouth..." He's babbling now and the slight rasp to his voice tells him that he's thrown his head back towards the ceiling. It's beginning to drive him insane that he can't see him. He could take a little peak, could lift the edge of the fabric only slightly and take a sneaky glance at the ghoul. But he won’t. This is Rain’s game, and he won’t cheat with selfish moves. But he sounds so heavenly above him; already so fucked out. It makes him wonder how long he had been planning this... wanting this? Swiss' cock is so hard it's straining against the fabric of his pants, pulled taut, and he suddenly pulls off the cock in his mouth with an obscene pop despite his brain screaming at him not to.

"No!"

Rain pulls desperately at his head, scrambling, trying to get Swiss’ mouth back on his dick, but the multi ghoul needs a change in position and also a breather or he is going to lose his mind more than he already has.

Careful to not put his hands on the water ghoul, he sits up and slides his hips forward until he reaches the edge of the bench and clambers to the floor. Rain moves out of the way. To his left and just out of reach. Don’t touch, don’t touch, don’t touch. He can feel his body heat–warmer than usual–and can smell him. He’s so close, he’s not giving him much space, and Swiss is trying so hard to be a good boy. Don’t touch. Don’t– the water ghoul slaps the head of his dick against his cheek. Tells him to open up. The wet mess he leaves on his skin immediately begins to cool.

The multi ghoul smirks, runs his finger over the slick and slides it over his tongue, "You're filthy, Rain. What's gotten into you?"

"Me? Look at yourself, pretty boy. You're the one who got on your knees to keep sucking my cock."

He’s got him there… Swiss shuffles his knees perpendicular to face the ghoul, letting his tongue loll out, lazily licking at the underside of Rain's cock as it's fed to him, nice and slow. He pulls off again, bold for the way Rain groans in frustration the second it leaves his lips.

"I've always been this way, Rainy. I've just been waiting for you to ask." He works his way up the shaft with his lips and kisses the head tenderly, mouthing at it while looking up through his lashes the entire time, and finally, Rain snaps.

"Get back on the bench."

Swiss' shirt is grabbed tightly by the collar, surely stretching the cotton, and Rain half-helps, half-heaves the blind ghoul back onto the wood. His shoulders collide with the back with a loud thud and Rain makes quick work dropping to his own knees and popping open the button of Swiss' pants. He doesn't even bother with the zipper, he just grabs the layers together as a whole and yanks roughly so that his flushed and aching cock springs free and his thighs get yanked halfway across the seat. The tips of his claws carve shallow lines down the skin of his thighs and turn him red.

"Oh..." Swiss stutters at the sudden freeing of his dick, one of his hands immediately wrapping around it to stroke a few times and relish in the much needed stimulation. His other hand reaches out towards Rain on pure instinct and he's met with the soft skin of his tummy. At some point Rain had thrown away his shirt and he is very much unhappy with the feeling of his hand on his skin. He growls, deep in his chest, and Swiss coils back with a deep rumbling growl of his own– terribly frustrated and horny–and releases his cock to pull his own shirt up over his head by the collar. He tosses it somewhere behind his head and listens as it lands in a heap. He fists his cock again, slow and deliberate, and listens as the ghoul shuffles some more. He seems to struggle with it, whatever it is that he’s fumbling with, a curse or two tumbling from his lips followed by the rushed gathering of fabric. Another article of clothing joins the rest on the floor.

"Rain..." He rasps. His throat feels utterly fucked but he can't help the breathy little moans and the others name that spills from his lips like a mantra. "Oh, Rain..."

He's beginning to hate the blindfold. He's tired of staring at nothing but darkness. His nerves feel like they're on fire from the lack of his own stimulation and his body is drinking up Rain's scent like fine wine. He can hear every shuffle and every echo from every corner of the chapel and he's so zeroed in on the presence of the body in front of him he can almost taste him on his tongue again. If the water ghoul doesn't touch him where he needs it soon he just may explode.

"Please let me touch you."

The bench behind his head creaks and buckles as more weight is pushed into it and a hot tongue pushes flat against the side of a flushed neck. Swiss chokes as the tongue traces upwards until Rain is nibbling on his lobe with a sharp fang and whispering into his ear, low and sultry, drawn-out. "Swiss..."

"This isn't fair, Rainy."

"You're right, it's not–" he pulls away and runs the tip of his tongue over a wavering bottom lip. Swiss lurches forward to capture them in a kiss. He allows him a single, dirty kiss that's more licking into each other's mouths than actual kissing. When Swiss tries to steal another one, Rain sucks on his tongue. Swiss throbs in his hand. "–But you're going to sit there and just take what I give you."

"Give it to me." A switch is flipped in the multi ghoul’s brain and he begs. His stomach aches with need and desire. A glob of pre blurts out and drips down his fingers. "Please, Rain. I need you."

He reaches out with blind and shaking hands, knowing he shouldn't, and touches cool, bare skin. He grabs him by the back of his thighs, right under his ass, and kneads lightly. He can't help himself when he pulls the ghoul towards him. Rain growls again but this time it's empty; he allows himself to be guided forward until his knees hit the pew and with another coaxing pull he steps up to straddle strong thighs.

The difference in both ghoul's internal body temperatures are stark, even more so with how hot Swiss is running with pure desire, and the slide of skin against skin is intoxicating as hot and cold mix. He doesn't know what to do with his hands now that his cock is trapped halfway under the other's body, but he needs to touch something–anything. His hands hover between his own chest and Rain's, unsure now of what the rules are. Do they still exist after what Rain just allowed him? He's so close now that he can smell Rain's natural scent of petrichor and summer storms hidden deep under the thick waves of lust and the futile attempt at dominance he's releasing by the second. It's there, and it's so faint, and it's making him salivate at the thought of leaning forward and tasting it on his tongue. That spot. Right in the soft skin between the neck and shoulder… As if Rain was reading his mind, there's a sudden hand on the back of his head that guides him forward and into the junction of his neck.

"Mark me."

It's a demand but his voice is breathless, and Swiss gets to work immediately purpling the soft area of skin between his neck and shoulder, sucking a deep colored bruise that he can't see into icy skin. His inability to see what he’s doing to him only spurs him on further and he eagerly sucks another one right above his collarbone. Rain is sensitive–he always has been–and he mewls nice and pretty when Swiss presses his tongue flat over the mark to soothe. The noise Rain makes is more beautiful than any ritual or prayer ever muttered in the chapel, every promise or admission ever whispered, and Swiss forgets all of his previous desires to be obedient and good and reaches around the water ghoul's back with both of his large hands, pressing his palms flat and firm against his back. Surprisingly, Rain allows him to touch. In fact, he keens at the feeling and arches his back into the multi ghoul's chest, dropping his hips as he does. Their leaking cocks slide together and both ghouls gasp as the slick contact sends lighting zinging through their nerves. Rain holds Swiss firmly into his neck but Swiss has become lost for a moment, his cock jerking violently against the other's, begging for more, more, more.

"I told you to keep your hands to yourself," Rain says.

His hips grind down slow and deliberate onto the ghoul below him but he's determined to appear in control–that much is obvious–despite how his breathing is uneven and his chest heaves with every forced breath. Swiss chuckles at the tear in his trial of dominance and places wet kisses up the column of his throat until he feels the familiarity of an open mouth ghosting over his own and panting against his tongue. He nips at a swollen bottom lip and Rain sighs into his mouth. His free hand carves angry red lines down a dark chest and Swiss lets it happen, hissing at the sharp pain and biting harder until Rain flinches and the sweet, sweet taste of blood paints the front of his teeth. A small noise escapes his mouth as he pulls back to where his breaths are ghosting over the silk of Swiss' blindfold and he plants a chaste kiss on the multi ghoul's forehead, lingering for a long second. What Swiss can’t see is the crimson outline of his pout that he leaves behind.

Swiss holds him there, close, reveling in the feeling of his body and the scent of his blood for a special, serene moment before he angles his head upwards and looks towards the ceiling. Rain's nose catches briefly on the edge of the fabric covering his eyes and it's then that he realizes that the chapel is pitch dark. The lights are off, the sconces extinguished… He catches a glimpse of grand stained glass windows illuminated by the dead of night's pale moonlight and the ghoul obstructing its center is nothing but a silhouette. The blindfold he wears is useless… What is the point? The blindfold is hastily adjusted back over his eyes and the water ghoul runs his hands down the broad expanse of his torso, mapping and touching over every inch of dark, dappled skin until he meets where their cocks meet. He uses both of his hands to grab at them together, jacking them off slowly as a shaky moan is presented as an offering to the Papas that are permanently set in glass panes and forced to look down upon their two man show. He does this for a while, mixing and using their pre-cum as lube, looking down at the differences in their lengths, girths, all while his head rests heavy on Swiss' shoulder.

The sounds of their pants and the squelch of their leaking cocks echo into the darkness.

"I'm going to fuck you now."

Swiss lets out a breathless chuckle, his brows raised. He thrusts his hips up into Rain's hands and the water ghoul squeezes them together. "Oh, are you?"

"Yeah, I am. And you're gonna make me feel good."

His forwardness is surprising and Swiss falters for a second, unaware of what exactly Rain wants him to do while he lets go of them and clambers off his lap. He expects Rain to grab and maneuver his body over the back of the pew so that he can get to his hole, maybe pull him to the ground by his hair... He hears a rustling as something is picked up off the floor and a bottle is popped open–lube, surely. He knows that sound. At least the water ghoul was nice enough to plan ahead for him. He hasn't bottomed in a while, Rain knows this. It isn’t usually his go-to, but he’ll settle for it anyways. Rain has been just full of surprises tonight. He waits, throbbing, listening for any cues, and suddenly chokes violently as in one singular movement Rain is back on the pew, grabbing his thick cock in one hand and sinking down in his lap until he's taken every inch of him in one fatal drop of his hips.

"Agk-! Rain- oh, fuck!" He cries out into the darkness, his voice booming all around, and latches onto slim hips for purchase. Above him, Rain is suffering a similar fate. He hasn't moved but his claws are digging deep enough into Swiss' shoulders that he can smell blood. He's gasping and groaning and shuddering and his hole is squeezing Swiss so tight that if he doesn't stop clenching Swiss is going to bust.

Strong hands hold slim hips in place and Swiss groans through his teeth, throws his head back. "Why'd you do that?"

"I couldn't wait any longer."

"You prepped beforehand?"

His body answers before his mouth does, relaxing enough to push himself up on his knees a tiny bit before sitting back on warm thighs. The feeling punches a breath from his lungs and he does it again. And once more.

"Why do you think it took me so fucking long to get here?" Both ghouls fall into a rhythm as Rain gradually opens up, raising and dropping his hips to feel Swiss' cock push against that spot that makes him drop his jaw and keen. Swiss could get used to this. He would happily give up his ability to see if it meant he got to experience Rain like this again; vulnerable and oh, so selfish. He moves for his own pleasure and ignores the way that Swiss tries to push and pull on his hips to make him grind. Even the way he moans is filthy. He doesn't hold back his noises in the vast and unholy space. Instead, he throws his head back and lets the dick in his ass tear beautiful noises from his throat, completely unfiltered and unabashed. He would probably taste delicious if Swiss could get his teeth on him again, nibble and suck and bite. He'd taste sweet and bitter; a combination of his own scent and Swiss' as they mingle on his neck. Swiss leans forward, finding the water ghoul's collarbone and pressing his open mouth to it, puffing hot air against his sticky skin. And then the smaller ghoul is arching his back and pressing his nipple into the tongue that has come out to meet it. Swiss sucks, closing his lips tight around the hardening bud, and leaving a display of marks on pale skin he cannot see. But Rain can. It's the only sense of approval he needs. And he’s done an amazing job. Rain is painted red and blue and purple all over. "Swiss, I need you to touch me. I need you to help me cum," he pants, dazed. His words start to sound like they’re running together. He manages to raise his hips almost all the way off of Swiss' cock before he drops back down, and every descent after that aggressively punches the air from both of their lungs. He's getting tired and it's evident in the way his thighs are beginning to shake violently every time he bottoms out. Swiss nods, understanding exactly what he's asking for. He's asking for familiarity–he's asking for release. He can do that.

"I have you baby. Just tell me what you need me to do."

He silently grants him his dignity back when he chooses not to tease. Rain is dropping. He can smell it, can feel it. He can't see him but he knows Rain appreciates the sparing from red hot embarrassment. It's the entire reason he chose the multi ghoul in the first place. And so Rain tells him exactly what he wants–what he needs–and helps Swiss rise from the pew with a hand on his bicep and the other on his thigh. He's directed and posed by his sculptor so that he kneels with one knee on the wood and the other keeps him standing. His hands are guided back to the other's hips as he settles down in a similar position with his back to the multi ghoul's front. Swiss noses his hair for a fleeting moment, breathing in his pheromones until he’s drunk, and then the smaller ghoul is falling forward to let his forearms rest against the bench, pushing his ass back into a painfully flushed cock.

Message received.

The last few minutes are hard and fast and regretfully Swiss feels himself getting lost in his desire to cum deep within his packmate. Rain chokes out high pitched moans as his prostate gets abused and Swiss is pretty sure he's gone practically boneless with how his voice is muffled into the bench. He allows his hands to knead and grope Rain's cheeks apart as his knot begins to inflate against the tight ring of his hole and he revels in the way that their skin smacks together, surely bruising the flesh and making it raw. An index finger trails down to press firm against his stretched rim and touch at where he threatens to join them together. Rain clenches, unclenches, clenches again. He spasms around him and Swiss hisses, fucks him impossibly harder.

"Oh!" Rain yells. His voice gets caught in his throat and he stutters over a harsh and ugly exhale. His legs fail to hold him up despite the way his back bows, and he caves in on himself, beginning to slide off of Swiss’ dick. Swiss pulls him back up roughly by the junction between his thighs and his pelvis and they meet with a resounding smack. The multi ghoul is impossibly deep within the other and Rain isn't even making noises anymore.

"C'mon Rain," Swiss pants, feeling the heat build in his gut as his knot swells and swells and swells. He slows down and grinds deep with every thrust so he'll feel it, trying to meet Rain at the peak. "Cum for me, baby. Cum for me."

He doesn't get a response. He really doesn't get much at all, and when he leans down to pull his chest to Rain's back he runs his hands along the planes of his chest and freezes when they come back wet and slick. "Rain–did you cum?"

The ghoul hums, the afterglow of his orgasm wearing off and turning into oversensitivity as the multi ghoul's cock kicks at the realization. His knot teases his rim, threatens him. He wants so badly to push in. He needs to. He isn't sure if Rain wants it. Is it too late?

"Do you want me to pull out?"

“In,” he manages to say. He clenches. Hard.

Oh. A rush of heat swims through his body and he hugs the water ghoul tighter to his chest, his teeth mouthing at the back of Rain's shoulder but not biting. He's still not the one in charge despite the shift in events. This is Rain’s game. He is just a pawn. A piece. A vessel to help him reach the end. His hips start up again in their deep, grinding thrusts and slowly work up until he's rutting fast and desperate, because if Rain wants in, he will give him in.

He doesn't last much longer with the gorgeous, broken noises Rain is crying out into the nothingness, and the way he's putting every ounce of energy he has left into getting him to cum. He clenches around him, tries to keep himself hot and tight, and with a final powerful thrust and a guttural shout, Swiss pushes his knot into his ass and cums deep in the water ghoul, who sighs in thoroughly fucked-out bliss and lets his body finally go fully limp. He feels every nerve and every muscle in his body. He feels like pulled taffy and burns like smoldering coals. He's able to map out every layer of Rain's complex scent, from his sweat to his blood to the bitter beginnings of his drop. He swears he can hear every corner of the room. The chapel is quiet again apart from both of their breathing as they come down.

A lingering kiss is placed over the shallow divots Swiss made with his teeth; an apology. Rain hums.

"Rain, can I see you now? Please."

"No." His voice is wrecked. Barely there. "Keep it on. Wait until you hear the doors close and you can take off the blindfold."

Swiss nearly tells him that he won’t–that he can’t. He’s waited so long, been so good, followed almost every rule that was required of him. Not being able to see him now will shatter him. But despite his every urge to ignore Rain's final demands and pull the tie at the back of his head, he listens. He obeys and he waits blindly until his knot deflates, and he helps the water ghoul slide of his cock the best way he can, and he listens as Rain gathers up his clothes and gets dressed, and he does as he is told up until the very end when he counts every footstep Rain takes until he gets to the chapel door and lets himself out.

The pleasure in deprivation.

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