#aurora ghuleh

[nihildenial]

🏳️‍🌈 LET'S 🏳️‍🌈 GO 🏳️‍🌈 LESBIANS 🏳️‍🌈

[namelessghoulsfacelessblogs]

aurorain anyone? messy sketching and stuff but i had fun with it

[nihildenial]

aurora snailette

[pebblerose]

Monstrance Clock

New fic posted

⚠️as always, this is for an adult only audience⚠️

You can guess what happens based on the title lmao

[itstimetoghoul]

my wives….. all my wives (missing in action: mist)

These include my namesakes i use and the elements i think fit the personalities of the ghouls stage performances! I haven't seen any other name than Aurora so uhhhhh majority rules in this case hahah. (please ask me more about them, i love them so much)

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 29th

Breathplay, Swiss x Reader

Masterlist

Words: 4.2k.

Warnings: Breathplay; choking; Ghoul!Reader; public beginning; semi-public ending; public dry humping; dubcon; listen, I can’t help myself, okay?; they get real fucking awkward someone slap ‘em; finger sucking; fingering; squirting; positive degradation (took me 29 days but we got there in the end); possessive (if you squint); dacrophilia; unprotected sex; piv; vaginal sex; I went feral lmao; spit kink; cock warming;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals @deetz-ghuleh @onlyhereforghost @zombiesnips-blog @saturnhas82moons

Author's Note: Major thanks to @da-rulah for giving me this idea, like legit, this was all her idea. She’s the organ grinder, I’m just the monkey. Inspired by… recent events.

Recommended listening: Hypnosis by Sleep Token.

🔞 MDNI 🔞

It started with Dewdrop.

You danced on your podium stage, the roar of the crowd echoing in your ears as Watcher In The Sky droned on. The blinding spotlight followed your every move as you took your place behind the microphone, a sea of faces stretching out before you. The anticipation in the air was electric, and you could feel the bass thumping through the stage floor, matching the rhythm of your racing heart.

From the corner of your eye, underneath the mask, you saw him charging towards Dew at an alarming rate, his broad shoulders tense and fists clenched. It didn’t register fully until you got a good view of his body, and then you realised it was Swiss. Swiss was usually feral during this song - you’d seen clips of him online afterwards if you’d missed it during the concert. But usually he kept his insanity to his corner of the stage. Not tonight, though. Tonight he was gunning for the source of his anguish - tonight he was racing towards Dewdrop and his guitar that was loudly whining in everyone’s ears.

The first time it happened, it was just a scream. Well, a scream and a bite, but it wasn’t anything more than that. Harmless, really… even though it did set you on edge. There was something equally thrilling yet terrifying about seeing this big, burly man, who was usually the sweetest guy, angrily charge at someone so small in comparison; but also knowing that he had gained the confidence to wander around. You weren’t forbidden to leave your individual stages per se, but Papa did prefer it if you stayed in your place.

This was also amongst all the things he was doing with the other Ghouls - namely with Aurora. The way he got on his knees for her every time Cirice played, every time he pretended to pleasure her, sent shockwave after shockwave through your body. And the night they kissed? You felt the green-eyed-monster make an ugly appearance, and wished that was you.

The next time it happened, things got a little more�� heated. His strong hands wrapped themselves around Dew, engulfing his entire hip and front. His large frame dwarfed the Ghoul in comparison and completely hid him from your view. You couldn’t see what Swiss was doing to him, but judging by the repetitive movements his arm and shoulder were doing you could easily come to a general conclusion.

The third night was worse… so. Much. Worse. You watched as Swiss wrapped his large hand around Dew’s neck, gently choking him while imitating jerking himself off. It definitely shouldn’t have done things to you. It definitely shouldn’t have made you think the things you did. It was just two guys playing around on stage… sure their game got a little sexual, but there was no harm done and the crowd certainly enjoyed it. That night though, as he was walking away, he made eye contact with you and caught your mouth agape. That night, he decided he was going to come and hang out with you for a few songs.

The next day, as you were putting your uniform on and painting your face the typical Ghoul style, a knock wrapped at your door. “Come in!” You shouted. Your body froze when Swiss walked through the door.

“Hey, loser.” He teased as he usually did, leaning up against the door frame. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his gorgeous forearms that were crossed against the broad expanse of his chest - and you weren’t at all staring at the way that position pushed his breasts together to create a tempting amount of cleavage, visible only by the crease of his shirts. The leg he wasn’t resting on had also crossed over his body, and stabled him a little more by the toe of his boots.

You cleared your throat and looked back to the mirror, picking up your black paint box and scooping more up onto your finger. “Hey, loser. Did you not have anything better to do than watch me get ready?”

He tutted. “Now, can’t a guy come and visit his favourite Ghoul before a concert for a little conversation? What if I was Rain, hm?”

“Well, if you were Rain then I’d be much kinder. But you’re you. You want something. Spill.”

He sighed. “Fine,” he raised his hands in defeat, “you got me. How’s about we play a little game on stage tonight?” He walked over to you and stood behind your chair, looking at you in the mirror. His hands rested on your shoulders and gave you a little rub.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I’ll choke you instead of Dew.”

You tried not to react in any incriminating way - this was Swiss you were talking to. If he saw a flicker of anything besides absolute disdain or unbothered attutitudes, he’d rib you for the rest of time. You swallowed, and continued applying your paints. “Why me? The crowd loves that gay shit and what you do to Dew. Hell, they love what you do to Aurora, too.”

“Yes, but,” he leaned down so his mouth was level with your ear, his deep voice dropping low, “you love it, too, don’t you?” You froze. “I’ve caught your face. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, you know?” He stood back upright. “Unless you actively stop me, I’m going to play with you tonight. Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Silence.

He tapped your shoulder and walked out of your dressing room. “See you tonight!”

You stepped onto the stage that night, the bright lights momentarily blinding you. The roar of the crowd echoed through the arena as the music began.Your thoughts kept drifting to Swiss—and whatever the hell it was that he had planned.

Swiss stood there, his presence commanding and his voice a captivating force. His every move seemed to draw you in, and you found it hard to concentrate on your own performance. The lyrics you were supposed to sing became a blur as you watched him, transfixed by his talent and charisma.

You tried to focus on your harmonies and choreography, but Swiss’s magnetic presence was an irresistible distraction. Every time your eyes met his, a spark of connection passed between you, intensifying the infatuation that had taken hold of your heart.

The familiar darkness of Cirice screamed through your in-ears, and you looked back over to Swiss’ podium but he was missing. Nowhere to be found. Given your conversation earlier, and his habit of going feral during Watcher in the Sky, you assumed he would do something then. It wasn’t until you felt his hands around your neck you realised he had other intentions. His fingers clasped your neck as the intro reached its pace change, the tips of each appendage falling onto your throat seductively, as though he were drumming on a desk and using his thumb as an anchor. You felt his helmet connect with yours and his body press up against your back. The longer he stayed there, hands attached to your throat, the tighter they held, squeezing the sides of your esophogus like an anaconda about to feed. Of course, he didn’t restrict your air flow. Of course, his hands tightened in all the correct places that made you feel lightheaded without damaging your body.

Of course he knew how to do that.

You couldn’t hear anything, or take in what else was going on. Your mind was consumed by his hand, and now something else pressing into your hip you didn’t expect to come out and play. The feeling of your pulse quicken sent shockwaves through Swiss’ body upon the realisation that you enjoyed this. You liked feeling his hand around your throat. You liked how hard he was squeezing. He placed his other hand on your hip and, clearly thinking only with his dick, rutted into you. The first time was an accident, he told himself. The second, third and even fourth time was because you felt so good against him, he couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t until he heard Papa singing the opening lyric, he remembered where he was, and that you both had to stop. So, he pulled away, and rushed back to his own stage.

After the adrenaline of the concert had faded, you found yourself back in your hotel room, still buzzing with the memory of Swiss’s hands haunting your mind, and you swore you could still feel his fingers ghosting your skin. As you tried to unwind, there was a sudden knock on your hotel room door.

Startled, you crossed the room and opened the door to find Swiss standing there, his expression a mix of nervousness and determination. He had sought you out, and it was clear he wanted to talk.

“Hey,” he began, his voice a little uncertain. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened tonight. I-”

“Come in.” You said, opening your door wider and allowing him to enter.

“Thank you. I just wanted to apologise for crossing a line tonight.” You closed the door behind him. “I don’t know what happened. I don’t have any excuses. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise, I-”

“I crossed boundaries, I really-”

“I liked it!” The words spilled out of your mouth, revealing a depth of feeling you hadn’t intended to share just yet. Swiss’s surprise was evident, but his expression softened with understanding, and a hint of a smile played at the corners of his lips.

He took a step closer, his eyes searching yours for sincerity. “I… I didn’t realize,” he began, his voice laced with a touch of vulnerability. “Where do we go from here, exactly?”

To hell with it, you thought. The damage had already been done, you might as well just rip off the bandaid and get it over with. “You could do it again.”

“N-now?”

“If you want…”

“No, I want… to.” He swallowed. The man in front of you was now so far from the Swiss you knew. His confidence was… somewhere in the room. But nowhere near him at the present. A tinge of excitement mixed with the nervousness in Swiss’s eyes as he contemplated the idea of doing it again. It was a leap into uncharted territory for both of you, a risky move that could either cement your connection or create an irreparable divide. Yet, the allure of it was too strong to resist. “Can I kiss you?”

Your voice came out breathier than usual - breathier than it ought to be. “Yes.”

Swiss finally closed the gap, his lips touching yours softly at first, not wanting to let loose too quickly and scare you away. He’d already crossed multiple boundaries today, he couldn’t bring himself to cross another. His hands came to your biceps, thumbs rubbing over the clothed skin in a comforting up and down motion. It wasn’t until you’d decided you were ready for something more that he finally let up.

Still in his uniform, you grasped onto his collar and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and earning a little grunt in response from him. His left hand travelled upwards as your tongue gained access to his mouth, and eventually you felt his bare palm over your neck, thick fingers gently squeezing at the sides. You whimpered into his mouth, the sound so delicious on his tongue and reverberating in his ears, sending blood rushing south. That one sound did things to him he had never imagined. That one sound made him vow that you were going to cum around his cock tonight, with his hand wrapped around your throat.

He broke the kiss to torment you further, as if his actions on stage the last few days hadn’t been enough. As he spoke, his hand remained on your throat, and his voice was barely above a whisper. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you? I can feel your shakes of excitement. Those moans. The light in your eyes.”

“Please.” You said. As he squeezed at the sides, you could feel the restriction but not enough to cut of air supply entirely. Your head felt light and dreamy, eyes hooded with lust, hands grasping onto his forearms tightly to help you steady yourself. You begged, for what you couldn’t say. Maybe it was just force of habit; maybe it was your brain telling you to say it because he liked it; or maybe you wanted him to do unspeakable things to you while his fingers threatened to close your airways. A delirious smile painted on your face as though you were descending into madness the longer he touched you. His hand on your throat wasn’t enough for you. You imagined his other hand between your legs, dipped into your cunt. You wanted his fingers to violate you, roughly penetrate your walls and hit that spot hard over and over until you were screaming out for him.

Regardless, he approved, confirming this with a hum, voice so low it sounded like a tiger’s purr. “Please what? Use your words, tell me what you want.”

“Your hands.”

“My hands, hm? Doing what?”

“Touch me.”

He ghosted his lips over yours. “I am touching you.”

You took his free hand into yours and guided it to your waistband, dipping it below the fabric and hovering above your core, already wet and ready for him. “Here, too.”

“Greedy pup. No, baby. If I’m going to touch you, I’m going to do it properly.” He removed contact from you completely and took a step back. “Undress yourself.” You watched him remove the watch from his wrist, eyes fixated on his hands. “So desperate to have me touch you. Come on, baby. Don’t make me ask you again.”

You nodded dumbly, slowly removing items from your body until you stood bare in front of him. Swiss, in that time, had been removing his own clothes, except he was left only in his underwear. He placed one final kiss against your lips, feather-light and leaving you wanting, but still grateful for the attention. “On the bed, sweet baby. Spread your legs for me.” He instructed.

You followed his orders like a soldier to their commanding officer, eagerly hopping on the bed and exposing yourself to him. Where the confidence came from, you couldn’t say. In a normal situation, you’d be much more modest or tasteful with your movements, hesitant to expose yourself so readily. But there was something about Swiss’ commanding demeanor, his authoritative aura that had the hairs on your body stand on end, electrified in anticipation of what was to come. He had you wrapped around his little finger so quickly, it should have scared you. You weren’t one to easily submit. Yet you watched him climb over your body with hunger in your eyes, and mischief in his. You zealously sucked on his thick, middle fingers when he placed them in your mouth, and shivered when you felt them prod at your sopping entrance.

His digits met no resistance as they breached your walls, tapping the secret button inside that made your mouth fall open in complete pleasure. The squelch of your juices drowned out your little whimpers, and sped up as his tempo became more and more vigorous. Your body shook with the ferocity of his movements, and your fingers clutched onto the bedsheets to divert the energy from your mouth and cope with the overwhelming feeling boiling up inside you. You had to remind yourself of your location, that you were sharing a wall with a colleague and that you couldn’t be too loud; but Swiss simply tutted.

“Am I not making you feel good?”

You had to force air back into your lungs. “You are!”

“Then why can’t I hear you?”

“I-” You didn’t know what to say.

“Let me hear those slutty little moans, baby. Or I’ll stop.”

“No! Don’t stop, please don’t!”

“Then,” as he moved his fingers inside you, his other hand came to your throat, “be loud for me. And play with your clit.”

At the feeling of him restricting your esophagus again, combined with both of your hands working in tandem with each other, you had begun to reach heights you’d never been able to achieve with another person, even yourself. There were times when you were in the throes of touching yourself, when your own hand was desperately working yourself to orgasm, that you’d choke yourself in order to feel the ecstasy you were begging for. But it wasn’t quite the same - it never was. Yet now, your finger was frantically rubbing over yourself as your other hand moved from the bed sheets to clutch around his wrist as it gripped tightly to your neck, deliciously sending you back into that state of delirium.

Swiss knelt in between your legs, allowing your hips to buck wildly. His eyes were fixated on your face, cock hardening at the sight of you. Your eyes were rolling back into your skull, your mouth hanging open as if you were possessed. You were one tongue and a few tears away from a perfect ahegao, but there was still time. He’d make sure of it.

“Swiss!” You called out helplessly from below him, weak, vulnerable, half-crazy with the feelings he was making your body feel. He couldn’t deny just how delicious his name sounded coming from your swollen lips, oozing with need and desperation. Your mind was completely his; your body gifted to him willingly in your need to be choked and dominated. His name was the only thing you’d remember while he had you under his touch - under his fist. “G-gonna cum!”

“Yeah?” His voice was a little higher pitched, condescending. “Is my perfect girl gonna cum all over my fingers, hm?”

“Yes! Yes! Lucifer, yes!”

“No, no, no. Not on my watch, baby girl. Lucifer can’t make you feel this good. Who is?”

“You are!”

“Say my fucking name.”

“Swiss! Fuck! Cum-cumming!”

Vesuvius had nothing on your eruption. He paled in comparison to the earth-shattering explosion that set off inside you, and forced its way out without your knowledge. You poured yourself all over him, bathing him in your sacred water while your throat screamed bloody-murder beneath his hand. Fingernails dug into his skin as your body shook, cunt clenching tightly around him. Your vision, when you were able to think coherently again, was black in the corners from the intensity of your orgasm. As your orgasm subsided, Swiss’ hand pulled out of you and took over from yours, gently rubbing circles into your clit and making your body clench with little pockets of sensitive aftershocks. He wouldn’t stop until you told him to, and those words weren’t falling from your lips so he continued his ministrations, working you into over-sensitivity, gradually picking up the pace until his fingers were ferociously working you up towards a second orgasm; and you, the ever-willing recipient to his torture, accepted those gifts graciously, desperately calling his name as your mind went dumb from the pleasure.

Tears were falling from your eyes this time, and you clenched around nothing when you felt his broad tongue lick them from your face. All the while, his hand never left your throat.

His cock was girthy - average length but thick, and it met no resistance as it slid into you. His thigh hooked under your knee and lifted your leg further up the bed, allowing yourself to open up even more to him, and granting him the ability to bury himself all the way inside you, only stopping when there was nothing more to give. Every single one of your nerve-endings were standing on edge, holding matches to light the third fuse of the evening and preparing to hurt you in all the best ways. Swiss’ hand was on your throat, applying a similar amount of pressure as before while forcing your head in place to keep eye contact with him as he bottomed out. The drag of him against your walls, stretching you, filling you, was exquisite. His eyes, burning hotter than embers bore into your own, creating a depraved yet intimate moment as he geared up to fuck you into the mattress.

“Oh that’s fucking it, baby girl.” He moaned out in pleasure above you, savouring the tightness he’d buried himself inside. He removed the pressure from your neck to allow you some respite, but he kept it there to remind you of his intentions. “Fucking hell. If I’d known your cunt was this good I’d have taken you much sooner.” He began to thrust into you, resting most of his weight onto his other hand. His pubic mound rubbed against your clit, hairs tickling you and providing a small amount of stimulation. “This pussy was Hell-sent just for me, wasn’t it? Shit. So fucking perfect. You open up so well for me. So fucking wet for me, shit!”

He picked up speed. “Fucking ruining me. Why would I fuck another slut when I’ve got you, hm? So willing, and pliant,” he applied pressure again and watched your eyes light up, “and freaky. Oh shit!”

He was speechless for a while, focussing on the sound of your cunt swallowing him over and over again, squelching for him in appreciation of his hard work. He looked down to watch the cream of your pussy gathering around the base of his cock - well, all of it that wasn’t streaming down your folds and gathering on the sheets below you. So fucking tight and wet for him. He’d never been with anyone quite like you. The way your pussy opened up for him, the tears you were crying because of him, your screams of ecstasy. It was almost too much.

“Open up for me, baby girl.” He told you, and once you obliged, a string of his saliva dripped from his mouth into yours. He was laying claim to you wherever he could and groaned deeply when he felt you clench around him, becoming impossibly tighter. “Fucking hell - you loved that didn’t you? My beautiful, dirty whore. Touch yourself for me again.”

Your hand snaked down between your bodies to rub at your clit again, harshly and quickly stroking yourself in desperation of your third orgasm. You could tell that he wasn’t far off himself, erratic thrusts announcing how close he was. All the while, you were mewling beneath him - screaming for him. The drag of his cock against your walls, working alongside the tightness of his hand around your throat intermittently squeezing, was pulling you ever closer to the edge of euphoria. Just a little more and you’d fall - a little more and you’d be free.

“Swiss!” You shouted his name repeatedly, begging him over and over.

“I know, baby. I know. Keep going for me, that’s it. Fucking shit. I’m never gonna stop fucking this pussy. Where can I cum? Please tell me I can cum inside you.”

“Yes! I want it inside me. Give it to me, please!”

“Oh fuck! I couldn’t stop if you said no, baby. Can’t pull out. Too. Fucking. Good.” Each word was punctuated with a particularly hard thrust that sent your body up the bed a little. “You gonna cum, hm? Gonna cum on this goddamn dick?”

“Yes! Fuck, Swiss! You’re gonna make me cum!”

“Do it, baby. Cum for me.”

He tightened his grip one final time, keeping his pace while you kept yours. Your third orgasm was violent in all the best ways. Your vision was the first to go, eyes glazing over and rolling back as drool poured from your open mouth. Your hands cramped where they sat, digging your fingernails into his strong arm while rubbing your clit to completion with the other. Your back arched, your lungs refused to fill with air. Your voice was silent as your body convulsed in pure, unbridled pleasure while your mind swam with delirium from the subtle air restriction.

“There we go, baby girl. That’s it. Fuck - I’m g-gonna cum in this tight fucking cunt. Shit!”

Swiss came next, his seed pouring deep inside of you and painting your walls white. After your third orgasm, he selfishly chased his own, temporarily using you as a toy to tip himself over the edge and meet you in your euphoria.

Your hearts were racing from the adrenaline of the moment you’d just shared. Swiss could hear yours as he collapsed on your chest, his cock softening inside of you. You were both too tired to move, too sensitive to feel the cold. He wrapped your leg over his hip and rolled off you, hands and your leg pulling you with him. As soon as you both made eye contact again, his lips met yours in a desperate and needy kiss. This one, however, wasn’t intended to get you both riled up again ready for a second round, though, the longer your lips were attached and your hands roamed over his body, you could feel him chubbing up inside you. “You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” You whispered. “Thank you.”

Swiss chuckled. “I know, but it’s always nice to be reminded.” Another kiss, but this time your hand gripped onto his hair and pulled a little. “Don’t fucking do that or I’ll have to fuck you harder.”

You tugged again.

“___.” He warned.

You didn’t heed it and pulled one final time.

“Right,” he pulled out of you and flipped you on your stomach, “remember, you asked for this.”

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

[lussysbabydoll]

RAJHGSDHHJT SHE LOOKS SO CUTEEEE

Aurora Ghoulette!!!, saw the hairstyle somewhere but I can't quite recall where...

I love drawing ghouls sm they're all just so unique

[farter-imperator]

Cirrus helping Rory into her strap harness for the first time. It's Cirrus' harness, custom made for her.

Holding her hands while she steps into it, just to keep her steady.

Pulling the legs up and fastening the belt around Aurora's waist. Then, tightening the leather straps around her thighs. Aurora squeaking as Cirrus tugs on the straps.

"It's got to be secure, baby girl. You have smaller thighs than me, I don't want it slipping."

Once Cirrus is happy with the fit, not too tight, not too loose, she lets Aurora walk over to the full size mirror. Aurora just stares at herself for a long time, while grinning. Then, she bounces on the spot just to watch the toy flop around.

Afterwards, Cirrus wraps her arms around her waist and kisses her neck affectionately, looking over Aurora's body in the mirror.

"Mm, yes... You're a very pretty ghuleh, Rora. Come, now. Let's go and blow Phantom's mind."

[iamthecomet]

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦: 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦

Rating: M (nothing explicit on screen but the thoughts and intentions are there) Pairing: Aeon/Swiss Word Count: 847 Mushy May by the beloved @forlorn-crows divider by the amazing @ghuleh-recs

Swiss’ hand is warm and heavy where it rests on Aeon’s thigh. Innocuous to the crowded bar around them, but Aeon feels every twitch of Swiss’ fingers. He tries to focus on his drink–something syrupy and much sweeter than it sounded on the menu. It's hard though when all he can think about is the feeling of Swiss’ thumb sliding up and down just above the seam on the inside of his thigh. 

He's wearing jeans. But he might as well be wearing nothing for how electric this feels. 

Swiss is engaged, fully, in a conversation with Cirrus, and Aurora is saying something to Aeon that he can't quite hear over the blood rushing through his ears. 

He takes another sip of that sickly sweet drink. All the astringent bite of alcohol covered by the taste of something artificial that makes his skin crawl a little. 

He has a lot to learn about life topside. About his vessel. About what he likes and what he doesn't. Above all else he is built to chase pleasure. To drown himself in hedonism until it consumes him. He wants nothing else. He could order another drink. Find something he likes better. But that easy, temporary, pleasure is dwarfed by the way it feels when Swiss touches him. 

What had started as a small pocket of warmth in his gut when Swiss put his hand on the small of his back earlier, has grown into an inferno. 

Swiss tips his head back and laughs at something Cirrus says, and Aeon knows he's staring, but he can't help it. Can't take his eyes off of deep brown skin, And the bluntness of Swiss’ cheekbones or the way his eyes crinkle in the corners. 

Aurora nudges him. “Are you listening?” 

Aeon shakes his head. “Honestly? No. Sorry. What?” 

Aurora rolls her eyes. “I asked if your drink is good.” 

He shrugs. “It's too sweet. You'd like it.” 

He pushes it over to her, watching only long enough to see her take a sip and hum happily. 

“Want me to get you something else?”

Aeon shakes his head. “I'm fine.” 

He's already looking at Swiss again. Watching him tell a story. His free hand moving wildly as it gets more intense. The hand on Aeon's thigh squeezes. The thumb digs in just a little. Aeon gasps. 

Of all of the things he wants to try–this is the most pressing. He wants to know what that hand feels like on bare skin. Wants to feel the burn of those thick fingers inside of him. Wants to know what it feels like to be pinned beneath the solid weight of Swiss’ body. 

He wants to know what Swiss sounds like when he cums. 

He's not inexperienced. He's been topside for months. But between being new and learning all the songs and preparing for tour, there hasn't been as much time for Aeon to get as acquainted With Swiss as he'd like. The blow job in front of the altar after mass barely counts. He's sick of waiting.

He wants it all. 

Swiss looks over at him like he can hear Aeons thoughts. Eyes narrowing into mischievous slits when he catches sight of the flush on Aeon's cheeks. 

The hand squeezes again. More intentional this time. And slides higher until Swiss’ thumb is dragging over the growing bulge behind Aeon's zipper. 

“You want something, bug?” 

“I want to go back to the hotel,” Aeon says it a little louder than he intends to. Aurora laughs into her drink, eyes bright as she looks at the two of them looking at each other. She nudges Aeon’s leg with her knee playfully and he ignores it–fully engrossed in the amber of Swiss’ eyes–the barely human color he picked for his glamor. As he watches he seems them flash, a quick show of their true gold and amethyst and Aeon can feel himself get harder against his zipper. 

Swiss smiles at him, easy. It’s not his usual hungry grin and it makes Aeon’s stomach swoop. There’s softness in it that is unexpected, but very welcome. And Aeon knows Swiss will take care of him–that they will be slow and methodic and they will bathe in each other’s pleasure until they can’t keep their eyes open. 

“Lead the way,” Swiss says, and Aeon practically springs from his chair–maybe too eager but he can’t help it. His pants are tight, and when Swiss sets his hand on his lower back again–warm and solid. Guiding him toward the door, Aeon feels like he might literally swoon.  Swiss laughs at him, just a little chuckle that feels warm and good natured. Laced with excitement over Aeon’s excitement. 

Swiss kisses him softly on the temple as they slip through the bar’s front door without saying a word to the rest of their packmates. The air outside is warm and damp, and Swiss’ hand slides a little to the side to rest just above Aeon’s hip. 

He doesn’t let go until they're in the hotel room. After that–his hands have much more interesting places to be. 

[lussysbabydoll]

Little babies!!

Have some Swiss and Lus and Rora singing

[nihildenial]

aurora's hair is like this

[namelessghoulsfacelessblogs]

Wild, Wild, Wild

Aurora x Mountain + Swiss

Predator/Prey, Teasing, Vouyerism, Degredation, Pain, Fighting, Blood Mentioned, Feral, Edging, Orgasm Denial

Aurora is the dom here even if she's the prey. Being a bottom doesn't mean submission. She teases her two boys to the edge, and refuses to let them finish until SHE says so.

Swiss growled and mouthed at Aurora's neck, and she giggled softly.

"Ah ah, bad boy.. Down.. It's Mountain's turn with the bunny.." She purred as she held onto Mountain's horns- still fuzzy with new, velvety growth. The Multi-ghoul keened at her, whining, visibly and audibly upset, but she gave him a sharp look.

"Am I going to have to scratch you on the thighs again, Swiss?" Her voice dropped an octave- and his cock twitched as he growled and pressed up against her. He could smell her- her shampoo and soap, her scent, her lust- and he was sure she could smell his, and that wasn't counting Mountain, who's face was in her panties, suckling, desperate to get to her folds. The Earth Ghoul, upon hearing her tone and Swiss's growls, let out his own low growl, deep, possessive.. And Swiss pounced on him.

The slightly smaller ghoul jumped onto Mountain, shoving him forcefully off Aurora's cunt and growled, angry, pinning his shoulders and baring fangs. When the drummer registered this, his pupils went to slits, and he growled back, shoving Swiss off and then pinning him- which felt so good- He growled to cover the purr, scratching at Mountain's chest with the claws on his feet as his wrists were squeezed, claw-like fingernails digging into his skin. The coppery scent of blood snuck in with all the others and Swiss kicked at Mountain's feet-

"Boys!" Aurora's voice boomed at the two of them, and they instantly looked at her, their shenanigans forgotten as they saw her beautiful form. Black, lacy bra and matching panties, wet from arousal and Mountain's tongue. They were both so deep in, and their cocks twitched, Mountain's leaking onto Swiss's stomach and making him whimper. "If you can't play nice, neither of you get to have me. You know the rules."

The two boys remained still for a moment before Swiss tried to shimmy out from under Mountain, prompting the Earth Ghoul to let him go. They moved closer to Aurora, Swiss whining and Mountain looking at her with hunger, and she sighed. "Fine. But nobody finishes before me. You understand me?" This made Swiss try to protest, but Mountain gave him a silencing glare, and he simply moved closer to Aurora. Mountain's cock was hard and hot, and he was needy, but he knew to behave. Swiss, however, wanted desperately to cum, and his cock throbbed painfully.

Aurora sat down on the bed as the two of them kneeled in front of her, and she moved to remove her bra. She began playing with her nipple, hard against the cold air and with arousal, pinching it between her fingertips and gasping softly. She panted and shivered, her other hand moving down to her panties and feeling her throbbing clit through the fabric. She played with her nipples a little longer, watching as her boys watched her. Swiss was trying to rut against nothing, tail between his legs, shaking, desperate. However, despite his only sound being slight panting, Mountain was trying not to tremble, his cock twitching and leaking with precum as he tried desperately to keep himself in check- to be a good boy for Aurora, and that only made her wetter.

"Come on, boys.. You can hold out.." She exhaled, shakily, and panted, then shifted to slip out of her panties. Her clit throbbed and ached to be touched, and as she placed a finger on it, she gasped and let out a soft, almost primal sound of pleasure, and from the noises her boys made, they nearly came from that alone. She began to touch herself, little circles on her clit as she spread her wet folds apart, moaning and shivering. She rubbed and played for a while before she sank two of her fingers inside her soaked cunt, and she began to thrust them in and out.

Little moans and sounds of pleasure escaped her as she played with herself, spreading her legs further as one hand played with her cunt and another attended to her left nipple. She knew they were watching. Their lust radiated off them in tidal waves and even the usually quiet Mountain was beginning to whine a bit as he watched her. Aurora panted a moment, then began to laugh. "Pathetic boys.. C-can't even watch.. Watch your bunny please herself without- oh-! W-Without being needy.." She clenched around her fingers and shivered, but didn't cum yet. She crooked her fingers up and then let out a sudden gasp and moan- shivering.

Swiss leaned in close, lips parted, tongue out, and looked at her- his eyes were almost tearing up. "Please 'rora? Please?" He wanted to taste- to touch, to feel- and she placed a foot on his chest, pushing him away. He whined, eyes watering as his cock throbbed painfully, and he shifted to try a new tactic, kissing at Mountain's neck and holding the Earth Ghoul's thighs.

"Ohh.. Performing for your bunny? Good boys.." She could feel herself getting closer- and she knew she would get what she wanted.. "Show me what you'd do if you had me.."

Mountain instantly grabbed for Swiss and tried to pin him to the floor, growling and pressing his hard cock against his thigh, panting. Swiss couldn't help the wanton moan that bubbled from his throat, and he spread his legs apart, needy. He shuddered as he felt Mountain position himself in front of his entrance, pre-cum coating his hole. Swiss shivered and shook his head- then began sucking on his own fingers. As soon as they were covered enough, he pulled them out and started fingering himself open- shaking and whining and panting, and as soon as Mountain got that opening, he was in.

Aurora watched them- Swiss under Mountain, whining and nearly crying, and Mountain pounded into him hard and fast. Aurora began to match the pace with her fingers, panting and shivering, and she crooked her fingers up again to that magical spot-

Her vision flooded white and she squirted as she came into her own hand, gasping and shaking- and she heard Swiss cry out and then Mountain grunting and gasping as both of them came just after her, and she panted as she laughed softly.

"Ohh.. I.. I didn't s-say you boys could c-cum.."

[ramblingoak]

His Little Ghuleh

Secondo x Aurora

Secondo didn't get on his knees for just anyone...

Warnings: cum play, overstimulation, size kink, biting, scratching, rough blow job, slight breeding kink, p in v sex, Aurora being in charge, jealousy, brief reference to Aurora hurting/killing someone because she got jealous, NSFW, 18+ only MDNI, 4.6k words

Secondo didn’t get on his knees for just anyone.

Usually he was the one staring down at a naked Sibling or Ghoul.  Watching as they found their pleasure, watching as they fell apart. He enjoyed hearing them moan and gasp his name.  It was always a beautiful sight, always something he looked forward to when he had the time.  When he found the perfect someone to share those moments with.  Tonight was different though, tonight he was the one naked and on his knees.

Her clawed fingers skimmed his shoulders as she circled him, some nameless tune falling softly from her lips.  The moonlight danced across her skin as she traced his tattoos.  The way her horns glittered was mesmerizing.  They curled up softly from her forehead, surrounded by her multicolored hair.  Aurora was the most beautiful being he had ever seen and tonight he was at her mercy.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

She was a tiny thing but like most Ghouls that didn’t matter.  There was great strength within her, a dark power that she was all too willing to release.  Secondo had seen the aftermath of it, the blood that she had spilled in a fit of jealousy.  Normally that wasn’t something he tolerated despite envy being one of the seven sins.  But there was something about his little ghuleh being so enraged over not getting the attention she felt she deserved that stirred something in him.

His mind went back to when he had met her.  It had been late in the evening when he had been wandering the abbey, restless and unsettled.  She had been dancing in the hallway outside the library, unglamoured and beautiful.  The fading sunlight caught on her skin and she glowed with an almost iridescent quality.  He wasn’t sure how long he had stood there and watched her, the moon had replaced the sun in the sky and she was laughing at him when he finally snapped out of whatever spell he had been under.

“Papa, are you paying attention?”

Her melodic voice brought him back to the present and he blinked as he met her gaze.  She stood before him, as naked as he and he let his eyes wander down her chest until he was looking at her soft stomach.  Boldly he leaned forward, careful to keep his hands at his back as instructed, and pressed a soft kiss into her warm skin.  She tasted of smoke, the kind that came from warm fires on cold nights.

“My apologies, mia demonietta.  I am here with you.”

“And do you want me, Papa?”

“I crave you.”  He murmured his words into her skin, smiling when he felt it jump under his lips.  “Do you want me?”

She laughed then, stepping away much to his disappointment.  Her footsteps were sure and steady as she walked backwards until his bed was at her back.  He idly wondered when he could call it their bed because he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to share it with another.

He wasn’t sure she’d ever let him.

“Come here.”  Aurora lifted herself onto the edge, reclining back as she watched him slowly move toward her on his knees.  When he was before her she spread her legs and his eyes fell closed as her scent hit him.  “Taste me.”

Secondo didn’t need any further encouragement, he fell upon her like he was starving and in a way he was.  Her wetness hit his tongue and he moaned loudly against her.  She was so warm, especially here.  He let his tongue run from her entrance to her clit, as slowly as he could manage, and then circled the nub before sucking it into his mouth.  A heavy sigh left her lips and he barely suppressed the grin that threatened to break out across his face.

He took his time with her, lapping at the increasing wetness he caused.  When her clit became swollen from his ministrations he moved further down, sucking the lips of her cunt between his own.  They made obscene noises when he pulled off of them but he didn’t want to let a single drop of her go to waste.  His tongue made rough passes over her and when he dared to nip at her she just laughed and ran her fingers over his head.

“Is that the best you can do, Papa?”

With a growl he pressed his face harder against her, sucking at her greedily when she started to grind against his face.  Her entrance was contracting around nothing, practically begging to be filled.  He shoved his tongue in as far as he could, his nose pressing into her clit as he did.  Her own moans joined his then and with a sigh she fell back onto her elbows.  That was his sign that he could put his hands on her and with a growl he slipped them under her thighs and curled his arms around them to hold her tight against his face.

The sounds she was making as he lapped at her inner walls was like music to his ears.  It was like the ringing of the brightest bells and it spurred him on.  He could feel her contracting around his tongue and he pulled it out so he could seal his lips over her opening.  Secondo sucked every drop out of her that he could, swiping his tongue up between her lips when her shaking intensified.  When he closed his lips over her clit once more that was what sent her over the edge and she screamed as her orgasm hit her.

He continued to lick her as she came down, memorizing her taste as best he could.  His broad tongue cleaned her of her release but he knew it wouldn’t last.  He knew she wasn’t sated just yet.  Her quivering opening called for more than his tongue but he flicked against it all the same, waiting for her to give him more instructions.  Smiling when her breathing hitched when his tongue easily slipped back inside of her.

“Stand up.”

Secondo scrambled to his feet like he was getting his dick wet for the first time.  He would be embarrassed if he couldn’t see how much it pleased his little ghuleh to see him so eager for her.  To see his face paint mixed with her own juices.  Her grin was an infectious thing that he couldn’t help but mirror.  He only wished he had sharp fangs to match her own, to bite at her and to mark her like she did him.

Aurora pulled her legs under her and knelt before him.  The only thing that gave her eagerness away was her bright eyes.  The color seemed to change even as he gazed down at them.  He couldn’t help but glance further, admiring how his paint looked smeared onto her thighs.  A thought skittered through his mind then of how she might look wearing his paint on her face.  Of how terrifyingly beautiful she would be then.

Something to ask of her later.

Her own eyes began to wander his body and he was pleased to see her mouth fall open as she took him in.  Compared to many of her pack members he was not as fit, not as other-wordly, but her eyes were still full of admiration.  Of lust.  She had told him as much before, of how she loved how strong he was but that he was still soft to her touch.  The dark hair that covered him was something she also loved and there had been many nights where she had seemed content to run her fingers through it for hours.

Right now her eyes fell to his cock and it bobbed at the attention.  Her mouth slackened when a drop of precum formed at the tip and she reached a clawed finger out with great care to swipe it away.  She eagerly brought it to her lips and sucked it in, her cheeks hollowing around the digit.  His breathing quickened and she smiled around her finger before pulling it out with an audible pop.

“Would you like to fuck my mouth now, Papa?”

“Amongst other things.”

The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them and he stopped breathing, waiting for her to admonish him.  Waiting for her to punish him by not touching him at all and making him kneel at her feet the rest of the night.  Tonight though his insolence amused her and he didn’t dare take a breath as she leaned in towards his eager cock.  She seemed so small in front of it, if he hadn't seen her swallow him down before he would wonder how he would fit inside of her mouth at all.

Let alone the other places he enjoyed putting it.

She flicked her tongue against his tip daintily, as if she was tasting something for the first time.  Each drop of precum was quickly replaced by another and her little moans as each one hit her tongue had him practically dripping.  When she closed her mouth over the head and sucked he had to plant his feet firmly onto the carpet so he wouldn’t fall over.  Her head bobbed back and forth slowly, like he was a meal she was savoring.  As she did so her tongue lapped at him, stroking the sensitive skin along the bottom.  

He couldn’t help but reach out and bury his fingers in her hair.  Marveling at how the hues of blue and green closest to her horns looked against his skin.  Secondo only ran his fingers through it at first, waiting for her to signal to him he could go harder.  Some nights she didn’t let him touch her at all while others she was content just to let him comb through her hair.  He wasn’t ashamed to say his favorite nights were the ones where he could grip her roughly and use her.  

When she looked up at him through her lashes and smiled around his cock he let a prayer to Lucifer tumble from his lips.  He shakily lifted his other hand up to her head, letting his fingers run down one of her horns before he pushed them into her hair.  His grip was hard, harder than he could hold any of the Siblings he’d had before.  But he knew what she could take and he knew what she enjoyed.  He gripped her hair tightly as they watched each other for a few moments, neither of them even breathing as they took the other in.

Secondo only dared to move when he felt her jaw slacken around him and with a deep groan he pressed into her mouth until her nose was buried in the hair at the base of his cock.  She swallowed around him and the feel of her throat fluttering against him nearly had him coming right then.  With another groan he pulled out slowly, his gaze narrowing when a fang dragged along his length a little too hard.

“Mia piccola demonietta.”

She took him in again and again, letting him set the pace.  Her tongue lapped at his length and her throat seemed to try to drag him in deeper and deeper with each of his thrusts.  He went as hard as he dared, pulling at her hair to the point he knew her scalp must be aching.  Her hands had been staying obediently on her thighs but he soon noticed one had delved between them.  She was fingering herself roughing as he fucked her mouth and he wished he knew how many she was pressing into her entrance.

Sweat was beading along his brow and starting to drip down his face.  Her own skin shone with moisture and it made her glimmer even more than usual.  The light from the moon shining in caught on the saliva that was steadily dripping from her mouth and he had to clench his eyes shut at the sight.  Seeing her drooling for him, seeing her fucking herself with her fingers was making his cock begin to twitch.

Aurora could sense his release was near and she looked up at him, her eyes swimming in moisture.  He wasn’t sure if it was from his cock sporadically cutting off her air or the pain from the tight grip he had on her hair but it didn’t matter.  All that mattered to him was that she was looking at him like he was a deity for her to worship.  Like she was summoned from Hell for him and him alone.

All that mattered was that she was his and he was hers.

It was that thought that did him in and with one final thrust he held her still as his cock kicked inside of her mouth.  Her lips were stretched wide around his base as her throat flexed around him.  He felt her swallow each warm spurt of cum that left him, not letting a single drop leave her mouth.  Secondo didn’t pull away until he stilled inside of her and even then he was reluctant to do so.  She seemed to feel the same because she followed him as he leaned back, sucking at his spent cock until his tip finally fell away from her lips.

He released his grip on her hair, gently smoothing the strands down.  Petting her like she was some delicate thing and not a demon from Hell that could tear him to shreds whenever she fancied.  Her lips were swollen and raw, nearly split open in places from being stretched around his cock.  It made her look used but that only made her more beautiful to him.  She had let him use her, she had requested it.

Secondo couldn’t wait to do it again.

His little ghuleh glanced down at his feet almost shyly and in an instant he had dropped back to his knees.  He couldn’t bring himself to stop touching her so his hands fell onto her thighs, rubbing back and forth along her skin.  They watched each other for some time, he wasn’t entirely sure how long.  They stayed there mostly frozen until their breathing evened out.  Secondo didn’t dare move first, he didn’t want to break whatever spell had fallen over them both.

It wasn’t until she brought her still glistening fingers to his lips that he did more than breathe.  He sucked on her fingers like she had sucked on his cock, swirling his tongue around them so not a single drop of her was left.  She pressed her claws against his tongue and dragged them down his flesh when she pulled her fingers out.  He welcomed the sting, he welcomed the taste of his own blood.  Aurora enjoyed the taste of it as well because she quickly brought her fingers to her mouth so she could taste it herself.

“I’m not sure what I enjoy more…your blood or your cum.”

Her grin was feral as she watched him, as he savored the taste of her cum mixing with his blood.  It had his cock filling again quickly and he could smell how eager she still was for him.  As if on cue she started to scoot back on the bed, not stopping until her head was resting on his pillows.  Her hair contrasted beautifully against his black sheets, the brighter hues of pink and purple near the ends popping against the dark fabric.

He obediently stayed where he was until she spread her legs and held a hand out.  Secondo was on her in an instant, his cock straining towards her cunt.  Her rules were less strict now that her body was practically vibrating with need.  She was murmuring things in her own tongue, pressing dark sounding promises into the skin of his shoulders and his neck.  When she bit at him and drew blood her words became more hurried, like she was saying a desperate prayer.  

Secondo wasn’t as fluent in the Ghouls’ language as he would like but he knew enough to understand what his little ghuleh was asking for.  He knew that she wanted him.  That she would kill anyone that stood in her way of having him.  He knew that she felt empty when he wasn’t inside of her in some way and that she craved being filled by him.  Secondo knew enough to understand the words for ‘mine’ and ‘need’.

He knew what the Ghoulish word for ‘love’ was.

The tip of his cock caught on her entrance and they both let out desperate moans.  He couldn’t help but tease her even with how crazy he felt with need.  Taking hold of his cock he ran it slowly up and down her cunt, dragging it between her lips and spreading her wetness.  She was slick, practically soaking with need.  The scent was heavy in the air and he was panting as it settled over him.

“Now, now fuck me now.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.  When he stopped at her entrance this time his eyes moved up to meet hers.  Something passed between them then, something deep and eternal.  It was something beyond simply sharing a bed and fucking each other.  He took a deep breath and dropped his forehead to her own, watching her expression change as he pressed into her.

“Little ghuleh.”

The way she stretched around him was exquisite.  Her inner walls craved him and they seemed to pull him in deeper, as deep as he could go.  It almost scared him how even that didn’t seem like enough.  Like no matter how he took her, no matter how he had her, he always needed more.  He knew she felt the same with the way she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.  The strong muscles holding him against her as close as she could get him.

His cock pulsed within her, impatient for him to move but he stayed still.  He didn’t really have a choice with how she clung to him.  She wouldn’t let him move until she was ready so he savored the moment as best he could.  He couldn’t help but press his lips to hers, flicking his tongue against them when she pouted.  Secondo bit at them next, tiny nips that did no real damage but her breath quickened all the same.

“You are so impatient, Papa.”  

A laugh escaped him and he smiled at her annoyance.  He dared to grind his hips against hers, his smile widening when she whimpered.  His mouth fell to her neck when she tipped her head back and he let his teeth dance along her skin there.  Once more he wished he had fangs to mark her properly.  To show everyone in the abbey that she was his.  One of her hands came up to cup his cheek and she tilted her head back down to meet his eyes, her clawed thumb scratching lightly under his eye.  When she regarded him silently he raised an eyebrow.

“What is it?”

“They know.”  

Her claw dug in harder leaving a stinging mark in its wake.  He let out a growl and pressed harder against her hand, hissing when her nail cut deeper.  Good.  It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that he belonged to her in return but he didn’t.  Anyone with eyes could see that he was lost to her from the first moment he had seen her dancing in that hallway.

Her legs released him then and she spread them out on the bed.  He wrapped his arms under her thighs again and pressed them up so her knees were near her chest.  His mouth fell upon her then, sucking at her breasts and tugging a nipple between his teeth.  She gripped his head and held him against her, gasping when he let go of one of her legs to grip her breast in his hand.

He was rougher with her than normal, enjoying the sight of her flesh indenting under his fingers.  In the morning he hoped there would be bruises.  Evidence of his touch that he could marvel at while she slept in his bed.  She healed so quickly it was hard to get his marks to last.  It was something he’d have to work on, something he would have to practice with.

He doubted his little ghuleh would mind.

The wet heat of her around his cock was finally too much to ignore and with a groan he pulled away from her breasts.  Her nipple slipped out of his mouth with a soft pop and he blew against it as he moved away, smiling when her skin broke out in goosebumps.  He gripped her legs again to keep her imobile and when their gazes finally locked he began the slow drag out of her.  

Secondo stopped when the head of his cock was nearly free of her before he pressed firmly back in.  She was hot and wet, she was everything.  He paused for a moment when their hips were flush together again before pulling out once more.  Over and over he repeated the action, never letting his cock leave her body.  She made the prettiest noises as his cock dragged along her walls and he made his own each time she contracted around him.

If he could he would have continued that slow drag back and forth for hours, torturing them both until they were drenched in sweat and blood and cum.  But the pull of her was too strong and he could tell by how desperate she sounded, by how hard her nails were digging into his arms that she didn’t want to wait any longer either.  She needed him to fuck her and she needed him to fuck her hard.    

Who was he to make her wait?

He let go of her legs and sat up, spreading his knees out so he had more leverage.  Aurora draped her legs over his thighs, keeping herself open for him.  He couldn’t help but stare at where they were joined.  Marveling at how she stretched around him.  Secondo reached out and touched her there, touching her opening and grinning when she made a wounded noise.

“Easy now, let your Papa take care of you.”

His finger traced the puffy skin around his cock.  He pressed at her, idly wondering if he could push a finger alongside his length.  Wondering if she could take that and more.  When he glanced back at her eyes they were wide as she watched him.  Her bottom lip was clamped between her teeth and he saw blood forming along where her fangs bit into it.  He smiled and reached up to collect a drop on his thumb, eagerly bringing it to his mouth and licking it off.

With the taste of her on his tongue he couldn’t help but start to move again.  Both of his hands fell to her hips to hold her still as he snapped his hips against her.  The slick sounds of his cock moving in and out of her grew loud in the room.  She was so wet for him it was almost obscene.  He could feel it spreading over his thighs and he knew his sheets would be soaked when they were done.  

He looked down at her belly and let one of his hands move to press over it.  Her body jolted with each stroke of his cock into her and he imagined that he could feel himself under his hand.  Feel how deep he was reaching inside of her.  He wanted to cum in her so badly, he wanted to press it as far as he could.  He wanted to fill her up, so that she was marked inside as his as well as out.

She was scratching gouges into his forearms and he groaned as his sweat made the cuts sting.  His thrust became more wild, more animalistic and he imagined this was how the Ghouls fucked in Hell.  Brutal matings that could be heard for miles. He relished the noises he could drag from her.

He loved making her sing.

Her walls were contracting around him harder and he knew she was close.  He wasn’t far behind but he’d be damned if he came before her.  Secondo wanted to watch her face contort as her pleasure took her, as it overwhelmed her.  He brought his thumb to her clit and began to rub tight circles around it.  His other hand pressed harder against her stomach and there, that was him inside of her. 

Aurora cried out, a sharp keening sound that made his teeth vibrate.  She came right after, spasming around his cock, her body begging him to cum.  It wasn’t a demand he could resist and let out a ragged moan as he began to kick inside of her.  His hips continued to move and she worked to meet each of his thrusts, her body milking him of his cum.  He rubbed his hand over her belly, thinking about filling her again and again.

Perhaps he would do just that.

Eventually they both stopped and his cock softened enough that it slipped out of her.  He narrowed his eyes when some of his cum dripped out and he quickly brought two of his fingers to her opening to press it back inside.  She hummed as he did so, wiggling her hips to encourage him to keep going.  Like she didn’t want a drop of him to leave her body either.

When he was satisfied he settled back on his heels, bringing his hands around his back so he wasn’t tempted to touch her.  Even though they were both still trembling from their orgasms he knew he had to wait.  He needed to see what she wanted next.  Sometimes she was content wrapping her small body around his but other times she wanted more.  Whether it was working him up until his cock was hard again or his mouth he never knew.  As always he was at her mercy and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“I don’t like this feeling.”

He couldn’t help but wince at her words.  She stretched then, like a cat that had been napping all afternoon.

“What feeling is that?”

“How it feels after.”  She lifted her foot and delicately placed it on one of his broad thighs, stretching her other leg out again.  The movement caused his cum to drip out of her once more and he felt a growl build in his chest.  “Like there’s a part of me missing.”

“What would you like?”

“Your mouth.  I want you to clean me up.”  

She moved her foot off his leg and he took that as a sign that he could move.  He dropped down so face was level with her cunt, his mouth already salivating at the chance to taste her again.  To taste them both mixed together.  A clawed hand on his scalp was the only thing that stopped him and he looked up to meet her eyes.  

“And after?  What shall we do then?”

“I’ll let you fuck me again, Papa.  And again.  Until I don’t remember what it’s like not to have you inside of me.”

He grinned, dropping his mouth so he could briefly drag his tongue across her dripping entrance.  His body was already stirring as the taste exploded over his tongue and he ground his hips briefly against the bed.  When her claws dug into his skin he glanced back up at her and smiled.

“As my little ghuleh commands.”

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Mushy May Day 6 & 7 - You're Blushing & Gift Giving (Aether/Dew)

Did a little bit of prompt combining and swapping this time around! Thank you again @forlorn-crows for organizing this. Normally writing challenges are really hard for me, but I'm having SO much fun with this one. And thank you @ghuleh-recs for the adorable dividers!

Day 6 & 7 - You're Blushing & Gift giving, Aether/Dew, no warnings, 1426 words

PS - See the end of the work for notes/photos of what Aether and Dew got for each other!

It’s their summoning day - eight whole years since the day Aether and Dew were summoned together straight from the Pit to serve the ministry. As with all summoning days, the pack throws a huge party, inviting all the ghouls and siblings in the abbey to celebrate. Papa even makes an appearance to toast his two longest-serving band ghouls.

It’s a huge party, full of food lovingly prepared by Mountain and tasty cocktails served up by Sunny and Aurora. Swiss has appointed himself DJ for the night, knowing just what to play to keep everyone in the mood to party. There’s even a cake, and later, the pack goes around the room one by one, each giving Aether and Dew a thoughtful little gift. 

Finally, the night grows late and the celebrations begin to wind down, and Aether and Dew excuse themselves after exchanging a final round of bear hugs and big, wet kisses (Phantom is definitely not drunk, thank you) with the other members of the pack before heading back to their shared room.

They always wait to exchange their gifts for each other in private, a tradition they started just one year after their joint summoning. The same year they promised themselves to each other as mates.

As soon as their door is closed, however, Dew’s mood shifts. He seems anxious, eyes immediately darting over to the brown paper gift bag he’d set on the nightstand with Aether’s name written carefully across the tag.

“Can you go first?” Dew asks, uncharacteristically reserved. 

Aether smiles, unsure as to why the normally confident little fire ghoul might be so nervous, and passes his gift over. It’s wrapped simply in white paper with a red bow on top and the tag says “Dew,” with a little heart drawn next to it. Dew takes it and carefully tears into one of the corners of the paper with a claw.

“You didn’t!” Dew exclaims, immediately recognizing the mystery object. He rips through the rest of the wrapping with abandon and pulls out a hefty box set of DVDs in smart, red packaging.

“I did!” Aether beams, proud of himself and delighting in the way Dew is already ripping off the cellophane and flipping through the sizable book of disks with a massive grin on his pretty face. “Couldn’t have us running out of movies to watch on kung-fu night, now could we?”

“Yes!! You’re the best, Aeth!” Dew exclaims with delight, throwing his arms around the quintessence ghoul and showering his face in kisses. “Gotta pace ourselves this time though. We watched them all way too fast last time.” He looks back at Aether with wide, expectant eyes.

Aether nods in agreement and presses a kiss to Dew’s forehead. Happy that his nerves seemed to have calmed for the time being and ecstatic that Dew loves his gift so much.

Dew flips through the disks for another few moments, rattling off all the titles he’s most excited to see. Finally, he sets his gift down and reaches for the bag he has waiting on the nightstand.

“Ok, my turn,” he says, and all but shoves the gift straight into Aether’s chest.

Aether takes the bag and contemplates the little ghoul for a moment.

“You’re blushing,” he informs him, matter-of-factly.

Dew’s head whips up.

“Um, I am definitely not blushing,” he answers with an indignant little pout. 

“No, no. You are definitely blushing,” Aether assures him. “Should I be worried about what’s in this thing?” he teases, holding the bag up next to his ear and shaking it gently.

“Oh my god just open it already before I change my mind and throw it out the damn window,” Dew barks, blushing harder.

Aether leans over to kiss the other ghoul on the lips apologetically before turning his attention back to the gift bag in his lap. He carefully takes out the tissue paper and reaches in, pulling out what looks to be a large, leather-bound book. 

Dew holds his breath.

Aether sets the gift wrap aside to inspect the book, turning it over in his hands. It’s heavy, hand-bound in a supple black leather with a beautifully embossed crescent moon in the center of the cover. Below the moon are two alchemical symbols, also embossed, one for fire and one for quintessence, and around the edges and corners is an elaborate, twisting geometric design. Aether turns the book over in his hands. Along the spine are four brass rivets and in the center, a beautiful piece of brass antique hardware with scalloped edges and a natural patina. 

Aether flips the book’s cover open. There he finds beautifully hand-marbled paper with a bright purple scalloped pattern. There’s a hand-stamped bookplate affixed to the inner cover too, a black and white image of a crescent moon surrounded by a sky of stars, reading ex libris in Latin across the top. On the bottom someone has written “A+D” with a calligraphy pen. And finally, hanging inside and bound into the spine is a thin, black leather bookmark with a tiny brass star charm matching the look of the hardware on the spine. 

It’s absolutely beautiful and like nothing Aether has ever seen before. But despite the antique look of the book, it smells brand new. 

“Dew, did you make this?” Aether looks up at the fire ghoul in awe, mouth agape as he realizes.

Dew’s still blushing, and he reaches to rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Yeah… Mountain helped me with it. Showed me how to emboss the leather and bind all the pages together and everything.” He looks up at Aether. “I messed up a bunch though, so it’s not perfect or anything,” he explains, still rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to make a more elaborate bookplate too, but I ran out of time because I kept fucking up the paper marbling…” he trails off.

“There’s uh.. There’s more too.” He starts again. “If you open it.”

Aether carefully opens the book again, this time to the first proper page, where he’s greeted by a collage of photos, little pieces of paper, and other flat objects, lovingly and meticulously affixed to the pages. The first photo is of Aether and Dew, way back on their very first day in the band together. The very first day they met. They stand side by side, not close enough to touch, silver masks pulled over their faces and obscuring their expressions. Dew stands rigid straight with his chest puffed out and his bass strapped across his front. Aether looms tall next to him, shiny new black Fantomen guitar in his hands.

Aether flips through the book and sees their entire history laid out in front of him. Photos of Dew slouched over, fast asleep in his seat on the tour bus. Aether caught with a mouth full of ramen noodles at a restaurant in Tokyo. There are more than just photos too. A pair of their first guitar picks, lovingly used and placed beside each other. A pressed flower, the first flower Aether playfully passed over to Dew after catching it from an audience member. There are little scraps of paper torn from hotel room notepads with silly drawings on them. Pamphlets from tourist traps that Dew insisted they stop at while on the road. A menu from their favorite taco spot in Mexico City. Pages and pages of photos and objects full of cherished memories. 

An archive of them.

Aether can’t find the words, so Dew breaks the silence. “I only filled it halfway… since I figured we’ve got so much more to add in the future.”

Aether makes a choked sound, and Dew looks up at him for the first time since he opened the gift.

“You’re crying.” Dew informs him, a smug little grin creeping across his face. 

Aether sniffles. “No I am not…” 

“Ok, fine. Maybe I am a little bit,” he immediately concedes, wiping away the tears that start to stream down his cheeks. 

Aether sets his precious gift down on the bed and pulls Dew in for a hug, wraps his arms tight around the little ghoul and presses kisses and happy tears into the top of his head.

“Thank you, Dew,” he says after a while of holding his favorite ghoul in the world tight in his arms. “I love it so much, I don’t even know what to say.”

Dew reaches up and pulls Aether down for a kiss. He doesn’t even know why he was nervous at all in the first place.

Dew's gift. What I based Aether's book on, what the marbled paper looks like, and examples of what a bookplate looks like!

[damagedghoulette]

Omega Claus

Read here or on AO3

The ghouls always wanting to visit Santa but Copia never allowed it cause of the chaos they could bring so one morning he asks Omega if he was willing to dress up as him and the look of horror and absolute joy on his face when Papa said it was for his younger Ghouls. Christmas Eve comes and Aurora is begging Copia to go to the little bookshop and take pictures with Santa which he keeps telling her no and she runs off to sulk next to Swiss

Copia comes in the room to tell them all that he wants to take their Christmas photos tonight and they all whine they don’t want too but grumpily agree to get into their non rude Christmas jumpers for the picture

The evening comes and Copia is knocking on the Dens door, he’s dressed in his silly Christmas jumper. Aether opens the door and he sees his little ones all ready for the picture “You all look wonderful my little ghouls! Now hurry up we don’t want to miss him…” Copia held back a laugh which caught the attention of his three youngest

“Late for who?!”

“Copia what’s happening?!”

“ARE WE GOING TO SEE SANTA!?”

Copia smirked at Aether who was fighting back a huge grin. Of course Omega spilled to Aether he was dressing up for his little ghouls and how excited he was to see their faces. As Copia left the room a trail of ghouls followed behind him like a mother duck and her babies.

As they were leaving the Den they noticed Terzo, Secondo and Primo with their ghouls waiting with them outside the church too. All too excited as they waited to be let in.

“Copia I want to take a picture with the girls and you!” Aurora screamed in absolute excitement as she jumped up and down, her tail repeatedly hitting Swiss and Rain. “Now now Aurora calm down, we’re just waiting for the door to open” Copia placed his hand on the small ghoulettes shoulder who was trying her best to stay still but was shaking with excitement.

Just as Copia finished talking the doors to the church opened and Pebble walked out in an elf costume. “Looking good pipsqueak!” Alpha called out receiving a small smack around the back of his head from Secondo.

Pebble grinned far too into his character, “Come! Come! He’s been waiting for you!” He called out and ushered Aurora, Phantom and Sunshine in first. “Quickly now! He doesn’t have all day! He’s very busy this year you know!” Pebble waddled behind the three youngsters with his outfits bells jingling along.

Copia panicked when he heard his two young ghoulettes scream and rushed into the room to see Sunny and Aurora hugging each other and Phantom already climbing to sit on Santas lap. “My ghulehs, thank lucifer…” he panted, hands on temple massaging the area.

Primo chuckled slapping Copia on his back “No matter how old they are.. or we get that panic never goes away fratellino” and Copia let out a tiny groan. Primo went to open his mouth when he caught sight of Chain pushing his way to the front of the line. “Chain! Stop that right now! You got to meet him first last time, this is for the youngsters!” He croakily yelled as he pulled the water ghoul by his ear to stand next to him at the back looking at him with a scowl.

Chain grinned at Copia and his smile only got bigger when he noticed Secondo holding Rivers hand to also stop him from pushing his way. Alpha was stood next to Secondo rubbing his ear and glaring at his Papa whining that “he didn’t have to do it that hard”. Copia let out a small laugh as he watched his ghouls get a picture with Santa.

“Papa! Come join meee” Cowbell called out to Terzo who shook his head, “Bell, Group pictures are at the end once everyone has a picture with Santa Claus” he clapped his hands together waiting for his turn. Once all of Terzos ghouls were done Terzo smirked and promptly sat on Santas lap. “Have I been a good boy this year?”

Omega held back a laugh, his shoulders slightly bouncing. “Ho Ho.. let me see… Ah Terzo, Yes you have been a very good boy this year” ‘Santa’ smiled at the man who grinned back before lounging himself comfortably across the large Santa posing for a picture.

It took a few hours for everyone to have their pictures taken singularly plus group photos and then any photos that the ghouls wanted together. By the end of the night Omegas voice had began to crack from faking a deep voice and Copia decided it was time to go to bed. The ghouls minus Aether, Dewdrop and Mountain rushed to the Dens excitedly talking about getting into their pyjamas and ready for Christmas tomorrow.

“Ah my Ghouls what can I do for you?” Copia tiredly asked the three who looked between each other, “Papa will you take a picture with us and Terzo?” Dewdrop quietly asked almost nervous that he’d say no. Copia grinned and felt his eyes grow wet “Yes yes, I will of course my little dewdrop”

“Sorry Omega, just one more picture” Mountain apologised at the elder quintessence ghoul. Omega sighed before patting his lap, Copia sat on one leg and Terzo sat on the other with Dew sat in the middle on the floor with Mountain in front of Copia and Aether on the other side of the little fire ghoul in front of Terzo.

Once all was done the three ghouls pulled their Papa down to their Dens and Copia felt tears fall down his face when he spotted his own stocking hanging above the fireplace with his ghouls stocking beneath.

“Oh my ghouls I love you so much” he huffed wiping his tears away.

“We love you too Copia” The ten of them responded in unison. “Okay don’t do that, that was creepy” he laughed and the rest agreed laughing as well. “Right, off to bed you lot or you won’t get a gift from Santa!” He said giving each of his ghouls a goodnight kiss and a hug.

“Papa… Will you sleep with me tonight?” Rain asked softly and Copia placed a soft kiss between his horns, “I would love too” and followed Rain into his room getting pulled into the bed and Rain began to pull off his Papas clothing until he was just in his shorts, cuddling up to the man he whispered “Thank you for doing that Papa, the look on their faces was worth the wait and the small tantrums” Rain sleepily smiled.

“I would do anything for my Ghouls” Copia whispered to the water ghoul.

[itstimetoghoul]

hi hi i havent drawn anything in a while, so i drew over these photos here [1] [2] to put some of my energy to use. it's not freehanded- it's a trace warmup. feat new ghouls for this imperatour