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Pink Ghoulette 💕✨

Hi everyghoulie!! Here’s the acrylic gouache on (I was dumb, un-gessoed) canvas board of Cirrus I made for my ghestie for Ghristmas <33 Stay happy, healthy and… SPOOKY!!! 🦇✨💜

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Just ivy ghoul being pretty and getting their hair braided by ifrit send tweet

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@to-spread-the-ministry they’re a group-effort family… lol

(honestly, banana is always open to suggestions; it’s always fun when things i hadn’t thought of get written into my silly little stories)

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How about Dew climbing unceremoniously into Aether's lap and sinking himself down deep on that nice, thick cock. But Dew doesn't let him touch, doesn't let him get his hands on him and definitely doesn't let him move his hips. Instead Dew sits nice and still perched on top of him, legs spread to give him a good show and pulls out a vibe - one of those big, powerful Hitachi wands - and presses it to his clit.

And maybe Aether can only whimper when Dew powers it on, vibrations strong enough to feel though Dew's cunt. It feels so good but definitely not enough. And maybe Dew's just a little bit mean when he tells Aether, too bad, cum like this or not at all.

The way Dew's hot little cunt clenches and flutters around him with each orgasm pushes Aether agonizingly closer to the edge until he's begging, claws gripping the fabric beside him with the effort it takes to obey, to not grab Dew by the waist and press him into the couch and fuck the life out of him until he finishes deep inside that tight little body driving him fucking mad.

But Aether is an obedient ghoul, well-versed in getting off on letting Dew take whatever he needs, so he sits back and closes his eyes, focuses on how hot and wet Dew is, how tight he gets when he's got the vibe on full power. How he can feel Dew start to twitch around him when he's close again. And when Dew cums this time, the rhythmic, pulsing clench of his wet little cunt is enough to get Aether to bust.

And Dew sits there and takes it all, leans in and presses a wet kiss - all tongue and fangs - into Aether's mouth before he's pulling himself off, letting Aether's spent cock slip out of him. He pats his cheek and tells him good boy, before walking away nonchalantly, giving him one last look at his bare backside and the way cum and slick are just starting to drip down the inside of those pretty thighs.

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I made this artwork last year (and it was my first ghost fanart), but i still love it and i put here all my love to Ghost and Copia

I’m afraid of posting this artwork for a long time because I thought that no one would see this … but now i think that I shouldn’t hide it anymore

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Old ghoul doodles/sketch dump

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рыбы🐟

fishes🐟

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ah yes my emotional support papa

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Your mom

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Mwah mwah mwah 💜🖤

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He is, indeed, a little sunshine.

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secondo wip

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Pucker up buttercup 💋

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@kkaisarion: #it's like they're kissing across someone's cock i mean mic i mean cock i mean m–

how do we feel about sliding copia's cock right in between there?

𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒎

explicit. 589 words.

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EDIT: @jimothybarnes commissioned @foxybouquet for a companion piece to this and i just CANT! ive added it on AO3 ♡

Read on AO3 here!

Know you’re stressed. Us too. 

Let us take the edge off. 

And that’s how Copia eventually found himself thrust between the lips of his two guitarists; biting into his knuckles to stifle the unbecoming sounds falling from his lips, a haze of weed smoke pleasantly clouding his anxious mind, and sunk deep into a plush (miraculous for a hotel) armchair that the two ghouls unceremoniously plopped him into after they started pawing at him over his clothes. 

What a sight they are together. Poised just like they are sometimes onstage, leaning in close for backup vocals, but instead of a microphone, their lips close the distance to kiss across his cock, messily making out along the shaft. It’s sloppy, full of saliva and tongue. Full of sidelong glances through droopy eyes, lazy smirks shared between the two that make his balls twitch. 

Dew kneads at his thigh. “Could fuck you, if you wanted.” The suggestion sends a zing of dizzy pleasure up Copia’s spine, and he almost draws blood from his fist. The fire ghoul noses into the close cropped hair at the base of his cock, looking up at him with a siren stare of molten copper. Alluring. Striking confidence despite the warmth on his face from the weed. Copia’s also struck with the amusing image of a wide-eyed cat stalking its prey. 

“Or,” Aether pipes up, moving to kiss the slender head of his cock. His hand sneaks out to Dew’s ass, wrapping around the base of his tail and tugging. Copia watches his eyes roll back as he moans into his groin, arching into the quint ghoul’s touch. “Could give you a little show.” He pets down the length of Dew’s ashen hair, pulls at the ends. “If you wanted.” 

“Hah–shit,” he gasps, nearly bucking into the warmth of Aether’s mouth. Dew slides his lips down to his balls, and he has to hide his face in his hands lest he cum just from the sight of him sucking them in. 

“Let us see,” he whines in protest, reaching up to tug weakly at Copia’s elbow. 

Aether hums in agreement. “Don’t hide, Papa.”

He wheezes out a laugh, delirious and wholly out of his mind. “You two will be the fucking death of me,” he groans. 

“Gonna cum like this, huh?”

“Cazzo, ti prego,” he groans. 

“Think that means yes, please, Aether, shove my cock down your throat so I can cum in it,” Dew mumbles into the seam of his balls. Bastard of a ghoul. Copia silently curses his brother posthumously for always picking the pretty, silver-tongued ones. 

“Always so mean to your Papa–ah!” He can’t finish his chiding, because Aether, indeed, swallows down most of his cock in one go, his nose just brushing against Dew’s where they meet at the base. The smaller ghoul trills and rubs the tips of them together, fluttering his lashes up at the anti-pope. All at once he feels like a mouse trapped in a corner by two fanged beasts ready to pounce. Already easy to feel that way with his ghouls in a half-glamoured state, but the way they look at him at this moment makes his stomach burn too deliciously. 

Aether starts to suck, hollowing out his cheeks to take him base to tip, over and over. Snaking his hand into Dew’s hair to press him right into Copia’s taint.

“C’mon, Papa, we’ve got you,” Aether slurs around his tip. Dew moans his agreement, vibrations from his voice causing his thighs to jump. “Just let go.”

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Couldn't agree more on Dew and Mountain, though I lean more Irish in Mountain's case.

Rain strikes me as Serbian for some reason.

Phantom is half-Korean half-American.

Alpha is from RSA.

Omega is German.

Chain I feel like French probably.

Special is British.

Cowbell is Australian.

Cirrus is Turkish, Aurora Japanese and Cumulus Greek.

Swiss is Egyptian.

All of this is mostly just vibes though, nothing really concrete.

Edit(because I forgot Aether): Aether is Norwegian.

What ethnicities are your ghouls in your human aus??

Dew is so Slavic in my brain but I haven't pin pointed where exactly, leaning polish i think, and Mountain is German or Irish depending on my vibe

I just think it's a neat question

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As Alpha held the two ghouls most dear to him, after almost walking out on both of them, he decides it’s time to stop hiding behind “they deserve better” and start *being* better, start being what he thought they deserved as a father and a mate.

Y’all can thank @sodomizers-soul for finding the piece Alpha needed to become whole; who would have thought Alpha needed to be made into a dada to fully heal and become better?