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iamthecomet · 1 year

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so uh

about the 'cirrus pegging mountain until he cries'

how uh, how does that go

Dearest Crow, I'm so glad you asked.

Cirrus will never get tired of this view: Mountain on his back below her. Holding his own legs back, fingers digging into the underside of his thighs as he pulls himself apart for her. His cock is flushed and leaking into his belly hair. Connected to his stomach by a thin thread of pre. It bounces with each of her thrusts. She grinds into him, angling upward with each push and dragging ragged wrecked noises from his chest. He squeezes his eyes shut, his fingers clench on his legs. He pulls his thighs down further, spreads himself more.

Cirrus presses her palm to his sternum and drags her fingers down. There's a fine sheen of sweat on his body. When she drags her thumb over his nipple he shudders beneath her. His whole body is quivering as she rocks into him and he tries to stay still--to take whatever she wants to give him. He doesn't grind down onto her, doesn't ask for more. He doesn't even try to touch himself.

"You're such a good boy for me," she whispers. Mountain nods, eyes still screwed shut, lips parted and slick. Every noise he makes sounds pained, desperate. Like she's remaking him from the inside out. She looks down and watches that thick blue strap disappear into his body. He clamps down on it as she pulls out. She runs her finger over where they're connected as she thrusts back in slowly. Feeling the way he stretches to accommodate her, feeling the silicone move beneath her fingers. The skin there is deep pink, taut, stretched wide. She wiggles a finger in alongside her strap and Mountain keens.

His eye snap open as she pushes a little deeper. His cock kicks against his stomach. He opens his mouth like he wants to find words but she angles her hips just right and all that comes out is another broken noise.

She leans forward a little, dragging the hand on his chest up to cup his shaking jaw. "How are you holding up, baby?" she asks softly. He blinks up at her, glassy eyed. He licks his lips. "So good," he slurs. Eyes drifting shut again as she grinds into him. "Not too much?" She wiggles the finger inside him a little as she thrusts in. He whimpers, but shakes his head. "N-no. Not too much, just right." "Good." Cirrus straightens up. She presses her hand to the center of his chest as she picks up the pace. Snapping her hips against him. He gasps, then his breath catches.

"Fuck," he groans. His eye close again, his head tips back, exposing the long line of his neck, his hair sticks to his sweat-slicked skin. The tendons in his neck strain. He shakes beneath her with each hard roll of her hips. She pulls the hand from his chest down to grip the base of his cock. He mewls when she does. His nails dig harder into his thighs, he opens himself up even more and Cirrus takes everything he gives her, slipping another finger inside of him. Fingering him in a counter rhythm to her thrusts. She strokes his dripping cock slowly at first, dragging her palm over the head, letting her fingers graze over the underside, rolling the foreskin down to brush over the most sensitive places. His cheeks have gone red. The blush is already spreading down his jaw, onto his throat. It doesn't take much once she starts to really jack him off. Just a handful of firm strokes before he goes rigid, spilling hotly over her fingers and into his belly hair with a sob. She doesn't slow her thrusts. She fucks into him in earnest even when he starts whining from oversensitivity. She sinks her messy fingers between his parted lips. He sucks himself from her fingers greedily. Tongue dragging over each digit to make sure he doesn't miss a single drop. When he opens his eyes to finally look at her, they're filled with unshed tears.

"Have you had enough?" She asks, scissoring her fingers apart, thinking about slipping another one inside of him. She wonders how full she can get him. He shakes his head. "No? You're so greedy." Mountain nods in ready agreement. She leans down to kiss him, licking into his mouth for a chance to taste him. She slips a third finger into him, feeling the slick slide of silicone against her knuckles. The tears in Mountain's eyes stay there, welling at the corners until she curls her hand around his softening cock. She squeezes the head, drowning him in overstimulation, and Mountain starts to cry.

#comet writes #ficlet #crow ♥#mountain/cirrus #cirrus/mountain #mountain x cirrus #cirrus x mountain #ghost fic #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfiction

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coffeeghoulie · 7 months

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Kinktober Day #28: Stupification

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, and divider made by @gothdaddyissues, thank you both so much!

Pairing: Cirrus/Mountain

Contains: 1.9k of Mountain getting Cirrus out of her head after a long, stressful day on tour.

Special thanks to @askingforthesun for letting me bounce ideas off of them, I may or may not have stolen that dialogue, sorry :).

Read under the cut or on AO3!

Before they left for tour, Aether had taken Cirrus gently by the arm, smiling at her the way he had when she was fresh summoned, and asked her to watch over the pack the way he had in his absence. Cirrus was not one to say no, especially not to Aether.

She took her new role in the pack seriously, helping keep her mates in line, well behaved for Papa and the roadies. They listen to her, admire her, respect her.

But when things go wrong, they go very wrong, and Cirrus takes the weight of that on herself.

It's nearing the end of the tour, everyone at wit's end, when a particularly rough Ritual hits them. Equipment that had been reliable for weeks suddenly on the fritz, Swiss and Dew nearly unglamoured on stage, snapping and rutting and pissing each other off. The tipping point is when Papa does a headcount at the end of the night, and comes up one ghoul short.

It takes half an hour to find Aeon, who's managed to get lost in the identical winding corridors of the venue. Cirrus nearly scruffs him and drags him back to the bus, at the end of her rope, but he looks so genuinely disappointed in himself, she can't find the energy.

Her hands ache, her glamour feels too tight, and her head, oh her head. Even with earpieces in, her elevated ghoul hearing means her ears ring after every Ritual. And the thoughts. She didn't do enough to keep her mates behaving on stage. She didn't do enough to help the roadies with the equipment. She didn't keep a close enough eye on one of their newest pack members. It won't stop.

Cirrus realizes what she has to do to stop it by the time they finally get to the hotel.

She puts a hand on Rain's shoulder, clutching her duffle bag. He looks exhausted, ready to take a long bath and sleep. "Yeah, breeze? What's up?" he yawns.

"I know you're assigned a room with Mountain, gup, but would you like to room with Dew?" She asks, holding out her keycard. "I need to talk to Mounty."

Rain's eyes widen in understanding, and he leans in to press his forehead against hers reassuringly. "Of course, breeze. Get some sleep, okay?"

She nods, smiling with all the warmth she can muster, which isn't really a lot. "You too." Cirrus kisses him sweet on the cheek before swapping keycards with him. She slinks into the elevator, slumping against the back wall. She finds Rain's room number, and waits for a solid moment to try and collect herself before unlocking the door.

Mountain looks up from his bag as the door opens. He looks exhausted, still sweaty from the Ritual, and Cirrus feels her heart sink as his face falls from his normal easy smile. "Cir?" he asks, tossing aside the hoodie he had pulled out of his bag. "I thought Rain was rooming with me tonight, jasmine."

Cirrus's shoulders slump, feeling the cracks race up her fragile porcelain facade. "Mount," she whispers, hands shaking as she steps forward. "Mount, I need-"

The earth ghoul rises to his feet, slowly as not to startle her. "I know, jasmine," he breathes, cupping her face in one of his massive hands. "You need me to help you get out of your head?"

She nods, breathing a sigh of relief. "Please, nothing went right and it was my fault."

Mountain nods, eyes flicking up as he thinks. "Cirrus," he says, a devastating look in his eye. "Nothing that happened tonight was your fault."

Cirrus shakes her head, her dark hair falling in front of her face. "I know, Mount. My brain doesn't. Won't stop telling me it is."

"Alright," he nods firmly, pulling at a hair tie on his wrist and throwing his hair loosely up out of his face. "We'll get it to stop. I want you to strip for me, unglamour yourself, and kneel on the center of the bed."

Cirrus nods, eyes fluttering shut in relief. She tosses her bag onto the spare queen bed that they both know they won't be using, and she works at the buttons of her shirt. She can already feel the buzzing at the front of her mind start to quiet, and though it's not much, she could cry with relief.

Mountain takes a step back, arms crossed as he silently watches her undress. His tail sways slowly behind him, nodding as she climbs up onto the mattress, her own tail wrapped around her thigh.

"Tell me how to stop this," Mountain says, eyes raking heavily up and down her body. Cirrus shivers.

"Yellow to pause, red to stop. One snap for yellow, two for red," Cirrus recites, eyes focused on a point on the far wall.

"Good girl," Mountain says, running clawed fingers through her hair. He's tall enough that even though she's kneeling up on the mattress, he towers over her like she's on the floor. Cirrus leans into the touch, eyes fluttering shut.

"Ah," Mountain tuts, pushing her upright gently. "Stay still. Be good and do what you're told."

She opens her mouth to reply, but he tightens his grip in her hair. Not enough to hurt, but enough to get the message across that he doesn't want her to speak right now.

"Trust me, jasmine. I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you," he coos, rubbing his thumb against her jaw. "All you need to do is listen to me, kneel there and look pretty."

Cirrus nods, feeling the mattress dip behind her as Mountain settles. He rests a giant hand on the small of her back, sliding it upwards until it rests between her shoulder blades, pushing her down until she catches herself on her elbows.

She can't see what he's doing, and she can feel the weight of his gaze on the back of her head as he pushes her into the mattress.

"Shh, jasmine, turn off that brain. I can hear those gears turning, sweetheart," he says, voice so low it rumbles soothingly. Cirrus keens, craning her neck to look back at him. He's taken his shirt off, sweat slick chest shining in the lamplight.

She tries, damn it all she tries, but the more she focuses on not thinking, the more her brain wants to think. "Mount," she whines, tail beginning to thrash anxiously behind her. Waves of distress start to roll off of her, the air in the hotel room suddenly smelling stale.

"Oh, jas," he hums, hand still square between her shoulder blades. "Now. If I were Aeth, or maybe Aeon, I'd be able to go in there and turn it all off for you. I can still do that, but it's going to take a little bit of effort on my part. Color, sweet girl?"

"Green," she hums.

He nudges her knees apart, watching for any kind of reaction. She whines, tail beating against the mattress softly as she feels his gaze on her core. Mountain runs a long finger along her folds, just barely ghosting over her clit. "Already so wet for me, pretty girl. So eager to go brainless for me."

She nods into the mattress, feeling her head starting to go fuzzy as Mountain teases at her entrance.

"Just focus on what you're feeling. Get out of that pretty head and let yourself feel good," he hums, carefully pressing his middle finger inside of her. Cirrus keens at the stretch, her joints relaxing as she slumps into the mattress.

Mountain's other hand comes up to her hip, grabbing it tight enough to hold her up as he fingers her. "That's it. Good girl, jas. No thoughts in that pretty little head, good girls don't need thoughts, such a silly idea. Just let me do all the thinking, turn that useless brain right off. We'll turn it back on when we need it, okay, sweetheart?" he rambles, not expecting an answer.

Cirrus can't respond, whining into the mattress as she focuses on Mountain's fingers inside of her.

"Oh, is the pretty girl drooling for it?" Mountain asks, grinning as he sees the spit shining on her lips. "Oh, sweetheart, jasmine, I've barely gotten started." He ducks down, removing his fingers, and licks a stripe up from her clit to her entrance, moaning as he gets a taste of her.

She keens as his stubble scrapes against the insides of her thighs, rocking back on her knees to try and get more.

Mountain chuckles against her cunt, grabbing her gently by the ass, dimpling the flesh as he opens her to him. "That's it, baby, it's all quiet in there, isn't it?" He asks before diving in. He eats at her like he's fresh from the Pit and starving, lapping hungrily at her slick.

Cirrus shouts, and Mountain winces at the noise complaint they're bound to get, but shrugs it off, licking and sucking at her clit, a ghoul on a mission. But since he's no Rain, he pulls back, chest heaving as he catches his breath. "Cum whenever you like, sweet girl. Don't have to ask. You deserve to feel good." He dives back in, with fingers and tongue this time, determined to get her floating.

It doesn't take much longer until Cirrus is cumming over his tongue with a shriek, just barely aware enough not to rip through the bedding with her claws. Her limbs give out, collapsing onto her stomach as her entire body trembles.

"Good girl," Mountain coos, working her through it, rubbing her clit gently. "So good, sweetheart. Float as long as you need. Nice and quiet."

She doesn't know how long it takes until she's back in her body. Mountain's rearranged her so she's laying against the pillows on her back, drowning in his hoodie, long enough to be a thigh length dress on her. He's not there, but the light is on in the bathroom, and she can hear the sink running.

"Mount?" she asks, surprised at how hoarse her voice is.

"Just a sec, jasmine," Mountain calls from the bathroom. He comes back out with a glass of water and a clean face, sitting on the edge of the mattress next to her. He takes her hand, dwarfed by his, and helps her drink. Mountain sets the empty glass down on the nightstand, turning back to her and smoothing her dark navy hair off of her forehead, petting over her short horn. "How're you feeling, sweetheart?"

Cirrus hums, leaning into Mountain's touch. "Better," she whispers, shutting her eyes. "So much better, Mounty."

He smiles warmly down at her. "Cirrus," he says, leaning down to kiss right between her horns. "You did so good for me."

Cirrus smiles, trying her best to keep her eyes open. The adrenaline rush from the Ritual and then from the orgasm Mountain had wrung from her was starting to crash.

Mountain's observant enough to notice, laying down next to her, helping her roll onto her stomach and hooking one of her legs over his, cushioning her head on his bare chest. He starts to purr, a low rumble that buzzes soothingly through her. "You work so hard for our pack, Cir. You do so good, and yeah, sometimes things go wrong. But that's just how things are. It's not your fault, jasmine. Tomorrow will be better."

"Yeah," Cirrus whispers, warm and safe where's she's tucked against Mountain's stomach. "Tomorrow will be better."

#finished this one at 2 am lmao hope it’s good #kinktober 2023 #ghostober #cirrus ghoulette #mountain ghoul #mountain/cirrus #dot's writing #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost

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robboyblunder · 1 month

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A stale one at that.

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EDIT: Check out part two here

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bonncy · 2 months

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photocards of the demon cats

#the band ghost #ghost the band #the band ghost fanart #ghost fanart #ghost band fanart #ghost band #papa emeritus iv #nameless ghoul #sodo ghoul #dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #aether ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cummulus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #mountain ghoul

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jackassnews · 19 days

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WIP: GHOULS

#jackass art #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost ghouls #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #aether ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #mountain ghoul

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genderlessghoul · 7 months

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I've been wanting to do this post for a while now so here is EVERYTHING I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT THE GHOULS' IMPERA COSTUMES.

Buckle up because I have a LOT to say about those, this is gonna be a very long one.

The costumes were designed by B Åkerlund, a Swedish costume designer who's worked with Ghost since at least Meliora (that's as far back as I was willing to scroll on her Instagram page lol). B Åkerlund has also worked for many other musical artists such as Lady Gaga, Beyoncé, Madonna, the Rolling Stones, Ozzy Osborne, Blink 182 and Hollywood Undead (information from her own website)

The masks were made by Bob Basset, a visual artists who works a lot with leather. I find his work fascinating, you can look him up on Instagram (nsfw warning, there's a few naked ladies).

Fun fact! The horns are real cow horns. That's the reason some of them have gold tips, to hide the imperfections that come with working with actual horns.

He does have a shop where he sells his items, there's a mask there very similar to the Impera ones. You can also buy Papa's batwings if you happen to have 2500$ lying around!

The jackets are made on the same model as one of Papa's. The back is decorated with a spine-like design made from leather and cording. It's adorned with a few of our classic Impera buttons. Some of the hems were left raw and some deliberate weathering was done to make it look old and worn.

Fun fact! The shoulder pieces are not sewn into the garment, I would assume for easier cleaning. I don't know if they're held by strong magnets or snap buttons.

The vest (my beloved 😩) is made from flocked velvet in a paisley pattern, the front hems embellished with satin piping. It closes in the front with custom metal clasps that are riveted into the garment. The D parts are attached with what seems to me like wide elastic, which would lessen the pression on the clasps when moving around a lot. The back is made from two different types of fabric, I'd have to touch it to be able to tell you what they are. I assume the panels closer to the sides have some mild stretch to them. The top of the shoulders are decorated with Impera grucifix patches.

The shirts were not custom made for the ghouls, altho they were altered. The original shirt in the vintage painter linen shirt from Punk Rave and it is still being sold. Some of the cuffs were altered, removing the ruffles for some of the ghouls, but not all. They were removed for Dew, Mountain and Phantom, Aether's didn't have them either. As far as I can tell, all the ghoulettes still have them.

An unfinished piece of linen serves as an ascot, that piece is decorated with a metal devil skull. The colour of the skull doesn't appear to be consistent between each ghoul, Dew's looks gold almost bronze while Phantom's is a silver-like colour.

Another modification is the buttons, a small portion of them were removed in favor of our Impera buttons. Some of the ghouls have more buttons replaced than others, which is still a mystery to me.

The pants are called Jodhpurs, they were invented in the 1800s as horse riding pants. The wide part at the hips and thighs allowing for better movement. The ones the ghouls wear don't reach all the way to their ankles, they stop a bit past the calf muscle, hidden by the boots. (Yes, the ghouls are effectively wearing capri pants)

The boots are motorcycle riding boots, decorated by a grucifix. Like the shirt, they can still be bought online through the All American Boots website, altho the price tag is... Headache inducing to say the least.

The cape is a piece of costume that was only briefly worn on stage by the ghouls, Aurora being the only one who still wears one. I would assume it gets in the way of playing very easily. The cape itself is made of two fabrics, a light blue satin and a dark grey suede. The two pieces are not sewn together at the bottom, they move freely from each other. The cape is attached on the left shoulder with a harness piece that has one strap across the chest, decorated with a metal buckle, and one under the armpit.

Aight that's it for me, have a nice day byyyyye!!

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