#ghoulette appreciation hours NOW

[ghoultrifle]

Ghoulettes at the playground!

Because while everyone is entitled to their opinion, sometimes it's best not to actively voice them on the internet!

Lots of pictures in this one so it's below the cut for the sake of your dashes <333

Cumulus forgets she isn't a kit anymore and gets stuck on the slide. It's one of these motherfuckers and even being one of the shortest ghoulettes, she still has to wiggle her way down all dejected, her legs too long to fit in the spiral shape.

Sunny treats the playground like a military training course. Fully pushing kids out her way so she can hurl herself over one of these

before she's running over the next obstacle, "Look, Cir, no hands!"

Famous last words, really, because she face plants several times in her attempts to impress the older ghoulettes. She's fine though, eating shit is her hobby and she's perfected the art of falling over so it doesn't hurt so much!

Mist absolutely adores the swings. They'd sit there for hours swinging if they could. The repetitive motion is just so soothing, mindlessly outstretching their legs to keep it going. Occasionally another ghoulette will sit in the swing next to them and they'll gossip about the latest ministry drama. They once tried to fit in the toddler swings for shits and giggles- that was a fun one to explain to Papa when they were 5 hours late back to the abbey because Mist got stuck and they had to call the fire brigade...

Aurora sits in one of these bad boys. In fact, anything that spins, she will play with. It boggles the other ghoulettes' minds how she can stomach it, they feel ill just watching her. She's still relatively young so she makes friends with the kits there, spinning them in exchange for being spun. The others refuse to let her go back on for a good while after lunch though, they don't want to have to clean that mess up.

Cirrus is absolutely jacked, she could easily carry both Mountain and Swiss if she chose to do so (and sometimes does if they're annoying her). Naturally, she loves the monkey bars. She's doing all kinds of tricks: pull-ups, flips, the whole nine yards. She'd be lying if she said she didn't love the way the kits look at her in awe and ask for help in becoming 'big and strong' like her.

[nihildenial]

Beggin' On Your Knees by nihil-denial (wc: 4,725)

Rating: Explicit 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Dewdrop x Phantom (x Aether mentioned)

Tags: Smut, PWP, boot worship, light angst, Newly-summoned Phantom, Impera Tour

Summary: Phantom doesn't realize that Dewdrop has a 'punishment' for Ghouls who make fun of his height. Based on the ritual videos where Phantom gets on his knees during Kiss the Go-Goat.

There’s fifteen minutes until they’re required to be ready on stage, and most of the nameless Ghouls are already finished getting dressed. The five male-oriented Ghouls shared a sizeable greenroom in between Papa Copia and the Ghoulettes, only separated from the female Ghouls because of the way Dew and Swiss all hog mirrors.

Dew was taking his time plaiting his hair on top of his head, making sure the ash blonde strands wouldn’t be a complete rat’s nest under his hood.

“Hey look!” Phantom is crouched by the rack that held their Impera uniforms. Now with most of them dressed, the only thing left are Phantom’s and Dewdrop’s shiny, black boots.

He can tell Swiss’ eyebrows are furrowed under his mask. “Are you discovering boots for the first time?”

“No, I know what they are! I was pointing to the size difference between my boots and Dew’s. Mine are like, so much taller!” Phantom chirps.

He's right. Dewdrop may have long legs, but his short torso makes him stand 5 ft 2in and his wiry legs make his boots look like children’s’ shoes. Phantom’s lanky form is made of mile-long legs and his request for a small amount of extra heel makes his boots seem monstrous in comparison.

“You sayin’ something about my height?” Dewdrop crosses his arms.

“Well, yes, I think. But in a good way! Look at how silly our boots look together. They’re proportionate, just like our height.”

Mountain sits at the mirror behind Dewdrop, gesturing with a slash across his throat in the reflection that Phantom can see. “Guys, we have only twelve minutes until curtain.”

The Fire Ghoul cocks his head accusingly at Phantom. “Look, I understand you’re still getting used to being on tour with us and sharing a dressing space, but I don’t appreciate comments about my height.”

Phantom blinks, a little unsure at how the Ghoul was taking this the wrong way. In the four weeks since he was summoned he’s watched Swiss comment about their height difference all the time! Even Papa called Dewdrop ‘Little Man’ at the last ritual. “Sorry, I just thought it was a little funny…” He pouts.

Dewdrop snatches his boots and laces them up with an ease only gained through tying them thousands of times. “The difference isn’t even that big,” He sniffs. His helmet is on and latched as he walks out of the green room.

“Concert mode,” Rain shakes his head. “He always gets a little testy before a ritual. Don’t sweat it, Bug.”

“Yeah, needs to let off some steam. He’s worried about bossing you around because you’re new,” Swiss shrugs. “He’ll get his bossy kink sorted out by dragging one of us back to the bus by our tails after the ritual I’m sure.”

Phantom quietly ties up his boots. He knew the consequences of being Aether’s replacement would eventually show up.

-

Copia is glad his contract gives him a separate dressing room judging by the way Dewdrop is stomping down the hallway. “Save the stomps for the encore, per favore!” He calls as the Fire Ghoul passes by.

Dew flips him off and continues towards backstage.

“That means showtime, Papa,” Kevin pokes his head in the dressing room.

-

The last ritual before the end of the tour is nearing its end on a high note, despite Ghost’s lead guitarist’s earlier fuming. All of the Ghouls are doing their normal antics of chasing each other, Swiss shimmies with Papa, and dueling guitars.

Copia’s encore monologue begins, and Phantom takes his first deep breath in a couple hours. He takes note of his guitar and stretches each of his ankles discreetly. The mid-calf boots are great for support, but his legs get so sweaty under all the layers of pants, socks, and insoles.

Thinking of his boots reminds him of the greenroom incident. He glances over at Dewdrop and sees the Fire Ghoul posing for pictures with the fans at the barrier. He should be doing that—however, he’s still new to the fans and his mind is beginning to spin out of control with racing thoughts.

Phantom wants to be on Dewdrop’s good side. He wants to be a member of the pack and be an addition to Aether, not a replacement. They’ll return to the Abbey overnight and they’ll have time to relax and work things out.

His earpiece clicks with the recorded two-verse intro track of Kiss the Go-Goat and Phantom comes up with a plan to woo the Fire Ghoul—even in front of thousands of fans. Playing this song is easy, so Phantom uses it to keep an eye on the best opening for his plan.

“…You’ve been daddied, by all the dudes that were not dad…”

Copia swings his right hand through the open space of Dewdrop’s knees and nestles his head on the plane of the Ghoul’s thigh. The kneel and next quick movement away from Dewdrop is impressive for a man of Papa’s age.

Phantom can feel the satisfaction at the open display of affection.Well, if Dewdrop likes those who kneel…

The second chorus comes around and the Quintessence Ghoul summons all his courage to march to the center where Dew is riffing. Keeping time with muscle memory, Phantom easily slides to his knees at Dewdrop’s feet. Feeling the shock and surprise from the crowd makes him grin.

He takes it a step further when Dew doesn’t move away for the next riff and spreads his knees, arching his back until his helmet touches the stage. He locks eyes (goggle lenses really) with the shocked lead Guitarist and shoots his best smirk through his mask.

Dewdrop stands still while his fingers continue to dance over the frets. Phantom rocks his hips upwards and over his feet then stands up effortlessly. As he saunters back to stage left, he can feel the hidden amber gaze laser-focused on him.

Copia ends the ritual with heart-pumping Square Hammer. The opening riff is usually conducted by Phantom, Rain, and Dewdrop, gathering the crowd’s applause for one last song. There’s typically a lean involved in their riff between Rain and Dew, and Phantom decides instead his forward towards the barrier, he leans in time with the other two Ghouls.

Dewdrop’s gaze barely moves away from Phantom’s form as they break apart to their sections for Copia to take the spotlight. The song continues until the last repeat of “right here, right now,” and a final shower of sparkles from the overhead catwalk.

Phantom hands off his guitar to the stagehand and returns to the stage with a bag of marked picks to throw.

“Pulled a fast one on him,” Swiss bumps hips with Phantom as they stand around throwing picks to fans.

“I thought I would do something to show him that he has nothing to worry about us fighting,” He shrugs. “Kneeling is a sign of respect in some human countries.”

“It’s also kinky as fuck. He’s going to think you’re propositioning him.”

Phantom once again shrugs. In the few orgies he’s witnessed and been involved in, he steered clear of Aether and Dewdrop. Not only did they have closer moments, but Copia and Cumulus were all too happy to heard the new Quintessence Ghoul’s attention. Phantom totally would not mind being under either the Ghoul couple separately or simultaneously.

Dewdrop saunters past Phantom on the way to center stage for bows, the Fire Ghoul’s elegant hands trailing along Phantom’s lower back. He settles himself in line between Phantom and Papa, squeezing his hand harder than normal.

“Hey, my hand hurts when you squeeze like that,” He hisses when their head are bowed.

Dewdrop’s amber eyes are visible through the mesh of the goggles. They stare at him heatedly.

Phantom tries not to think the heat is anger. He breathes a sigh of relief when Dew lets go of his hand and strides off stage.

“You know, that was so incredibly hot,” Aurora is pressing herself into Phantom’s side as soon as they’re behind the heavy curtains. “Really gave me some ideas about testing how flexible you are.”

She knows he can’t resist her. They were summoned together and share a bond that goes deeper than normal lust and affection. He lets her pull them towards the Ghoulette’s dressing room.

Tonight’s the last ritual of the tour, and though many of them are eager to get back to the Ministry, they’re only a five-hour bus ride away. Copia is probably taking his own time to pack up his cluttered dressing room.

Cumulus and Cirrus are a little upset when they find they can’t access their room, but chat with Kevin, Ashley, and Papa while they wait for the soft moans inside to cease.

-

On the bus, everyone scatters to different areas. Mountain curls up in Copia’s bed at the back, quickly joined by the singer and Swiss for cuddles. Cumulus and Cirrus tangle themselves together on the living area couch, Aurora and Rain head for their bunks, and Phantom sits at the dining table to pull out his markers and coloring books.

Dew surprisingly is the last one to board and heads straight for the bathroom. His phone is already smushed to his right ear.

Cumulus calls out, “Say hi to Aether for us.”

Dew nods and disappears, voice too soft for any of them to eavesdrop.

Phantom watches him go with worried purple eyes.

“What’s got you concerned, Bug?” Cumulus picks up her knitting needles and unrolls the large blanket she’s been working on for the entire tour.

“Just Dew. I said something earlier that I think made him upset with me.”

Cirrus pokes her head out from the couch’s blanket. “Like what?”

“Well, our boots were together on the rack, and I was joking about how different their sizes are. He took that the wrong way I think.” Phantom sighs and colors in a cherry blossom tree.

“I’m sure he’s simply ready to be alone with Aether for a bit. He was a little more restless then usual on stage tonight and I think he’s had enough of being away from the Abbey. All of us are in that headspace. It typically hits Mountain hard as well,” Cirrus reassures him.

He nods. That seems likely. “I’m just so excited to be at all these different places. Staying at the Abbey doesn’t seem as fun to me.”

Cumulus smiles gently, “You’ll get there. You’re still full of raw power and young. Dewdrop’s an old man compared to us. Let the old man have his alone time and then we can all make a comfy pile in the den together. By next tour, you’ll be just as smooth as the two of us at this.”

Phantom begins to color the rainbow that arches over the picture. That sounds nice. The three of them sit quietly and listen to the radio station the Brother of Blasphemy is listening to up in the driving area.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opens, and Dewdrop shuffles out. His pale grey cheeks are flushed pink, and he doesn’t meet any of their gazes, hurrying off to his bunk. The swish of his curtain lets them all know he wants to be left alone.

“Damn I guess he really didn’t like what I said,” Phantom says quietly.

“Give him some time,” Cumulus repeats.

Phantom stares out the windows as they finally reach the highway back to the Ministry.

-

Being the last on, does mean that Dewdrop is the first Ghoul off the bus. He’s clamoring out of his bunk, backpack ready, and sits with the Brother driving for the last ten minutes of the drive.

Papa, Swiss, and Mountain all saunter out of the back bedroom and sit with Phantom at the table while munching on the last few packs of Oreos.

“I’m very proud of you, my dear Phantom,” Copia says warmly as they all stand to disembark from the bus. “I love the energy you’ve brought to the band.”

Phantom leans into the man’s embrace, hugging him tightly. “Thank you, Papa. It was fun to explore the world like this.”

Just as Copia opens the bus door for himself to step out first, Dewdrop weaves under his arm to slip out ahead of him.

He simply sighs and puts back on his smile for the gathered Siblings and Clergy members on the Ministry’s front lawn. Lots of greetings, hugs, and kisses are shared between them all as Ghost is welcomed back home. Phantom is congratulated by everyone and even gets an approving look from Sister Imperator.

He goes down to the Ghoul den with a bounce in his step and guitar case in hand. He would go unpack his Fantomen, change the strings and clean it, then relax for the night.

The Ghouls’ practice room is across the hallway from their bedrooms, so he puts down his duffel bag on his bed. When he moves across the hall to the rehearsal room, he sees that the lights are already on; which is interesting because he’s the first Ghoul to come down here. The others stopped into the dining hall to eat first.

Phantom looks in but doesn’t see anyone on the stage. So, he opens the door carefully and hears the sound of someone restringing a guitar.

Dewdrop is standing off to the far side of the stage by equalizer setup. He doesn’t look up as the Quintessence Ghoul enters.

“I thought you’d be with Aether somewhere,” Phantom says apologetically and goes to back out of the room.

“Don’t leave.”

The Quintessence Ghoul freezes. “What?”

Dewdrop continues to turn the pegs of his guitar in-time with the plucking of strings. “Come here.”

“No, you’re going to flick my forehead like you do to Swiss.”

“I’m not gonna.”

Phantom eyes him warily.

Dewdrop glances up at him through his loose ash blonde hair. “Just c’mere. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s just weird to talk across the room.”

Phantom watches him for any sudden movements as he walks over. He sets down his guitar case by the rack and steps up beside him.

“I’m sorry about me exploding at you before the gig,” The Fire Ghoul says. It sounds genuine, even if he’s not making eye contact with him. “In talking to Aether, he made me realize that you didn’t deserve my anger because to you, it looks like everybody jokes on my height without consequences.”

He nods, “I understand. Thank you for your apology, and I’ll make sure not to do it again,” Phantom feels his whole body relax at the apology.

“So now, you’ll know what happens when you talk about my height.”

Phantom’s eyebrows furrow. “But you just said—”

“I said that to you, it looks like there are no consequences,” Dewdrop finally raises his head to meet the Quintessence Ghoul’s gaze. “Only naughty Ghouls disrespect my height and don’t expect a punishment.”

Phantom takes a startled step back at the heat that rushes through his body at the veiled threat. Usually, he’s cornered or wistfully swept off his feet in soft embraces. This feels like Dew wants him to posture back. Phantom takes the argument bait, “A punishment, I was just making a joke!”

“A hurtful one at that,” Dew goes back to tuning his guitar. “Kneel and apologize to me."

“What? No!” Phantom agrees getting down would be hot as hell, but his instincts are warring after he already has apologized.

Dewdrop shrugs. “Okay.”

“Okay?!” What the fuck does he want?

The Fire Ghoul turns and plucks another new guitar string from the open pack on the amp. “You can leave and live with the guilt that you hurt my feelings without making it up to me, or you can suffer through the punishment and we both leave here satisfied.”

Phantom can’t deny that his interest in how this mystery punishment will leave both of them satisfied. Isn’t that the opposite of a punishment? This Fire Ghoul is too confusing for him. “What kind of punishment?”

“Kneeling at my feet and not being allowed to cum for an hour.”

Phantom huffs. “Just kneeling? Sounds easy.”

Dewdrop nods, “Simply kneel right here, and I’ll be more than willing to forgive you.”

“Just kneeling,”’ He repeats dumbly.

“Just kneeling.”

Phantom shrugs off his hoodie and checks his phone. It’s midnight. His sweatpants are stretchy enough for this. Without another word, Phantom steps over until he’s directly in front of the Fire Ghoul just like on stage. He sinks to his knees, relaxing back onto his heels.

Dewdrop watches him with those constantly burning amber eyes. He stays silent and his gaze focuses back on restringing his C string. “Good boy; you’re kneeling so nicely for me.”

A shiver wracks through Phantom. Oh no. He suddenly understands how this is a punishment. He fights the immediate arousal that surges through him. Everything is made worse because he is now eye-level with Dew’s crotch, seeing how he’s not affected at all.

“Am I allowed to talk?” Phantom tries after a few minutes of quiet off-tune tuning plucks.

“No.”

“Oh,” He mumbles. His purple eyes look for anything else to focus on when he thinks too hard about this situation makes his…situation hard. Sitting here and purposefully allowing himself to be below the Fire Ghoul is hotter than he expected. He shifts from sitting on his heels to more of a W kneel. As he moves, his eyes catch a flash of his own reflection.

Dewdrop is wearing his stage boots. It looks silly when paired with his dark blue jeans, but seeing the cause of his punishment sends a searing blaze across Phantom’s pink cheeks.

Another few minutes go by without too much trouble.

“You’re doing so well for me,” Dewdrop says. “Swiss never stays still for this long.”

The competitive instinct in the Ghoul rears its head.

“Oh? You like me talking about how naughty the other Ghouls are?”

Phantom bites his lip and nods.

Dewdrop plays a scale riff to test out the newest string. “Swiss is the easiest to get on his knees for me. He’ll beg me wherever; no matter who could walk in on us. Sometimes he doesn’t even have something to make up to me for, he simply wants to show how much he likes being underneath me.”

Phantom’s mind spins with the thought of walking in on the two of them. Swiss, most likely half-dressed, kneeling and shifting constantly at Dewdrop’s feet. Would the Fire Ghoul be as bored with him as he is right now? Would Dew keep a locked gaze with Swiss’ pretty mauve eyes?

Phantom can’t help it and raises his gaze. He drags it up the shined boot leg, then thick denim to the edge of Aether’s black hoodie, then finally up to his face.

“You’re allowed to look.”

The Quintessence Ghoul smiles as Dewdrop gives him a softer look. It’s not a smile, but an expression that somehow conveys the same warmth.

“Swiss looks too much. He tries to goad me into breaking before he does, using those stupidly pretty eyes of his. You wouldn’t try to undermine your punishment, right?”

Phantom nods, body reacting to the image of a subservient Swiss Army Ghoul compared to the demon grinding on his stage microphone.

“Of course you wouldn’t. You’re such a good boy. I see how sweet and caring you are to our packmates.”

Phantom is very much losing the battle of not letting his arousal show. He has to shift back to sitting on his heels as an ache begins in lower legs. Doing so brings a thread of pleasure as his knees touch, involuntarily squeezing his thighs.

Dewdrop notices. “Remember that you can’t touch yourself.”

Phantom nods. He didn’t say anything about squeezing his thighs together. He does it more slowly, so the Fire Ghoul doesn’t notice.

Another new string is put on. More off-tune plucking until the string sings in harmony during a scale. The repeated scales and sounds of Dew taking care of his precious guitar work as hypnosis to make every part of Dew in Phantom’s visible range seem hotter, more beautiful and sinful.

“Forty minutes left.”

The way Phantom can see the flush on his cheeks in the reflection of Dewdrop’s boots. He looks debauched, and he’s done nothing kneel. Dewdrop has only called him two pet names and described how Swiss is a little shit even during punishments.

“One day I’d like to see you and Aether go at it. He likes to pull hair.”

A soft moan slips out of Phantom’s mouth at that. Cumulus always made sure to scratch his scalp when he went down on her. The grip of her claws sent pinpricks of pain/pleasure down his spine.

“I’m sure he would love to have you under him. We would watch you with Papa, how you were so eager to show your devotion to him. Like a puppy greeting his owner after a long day,” Dew says. He barely has any emotion except for how his lips quirk at the analogy.

Phantom whines in the back of his throat.

“Good boy for holding yourself back.”

Phantom shivers. It forces him closer to Dew’s feet. He’s practically straddling the Fire Ghoul’s right foot. He settles his knees wider, and his ass makes contact with the hard toe of the shiny boot.

“You’re going to ruin the shine of my ‘smaller’ boots,” Dewdrop says. “You better make sure they don’t get stained anything.”

“No, they won’t.”

The last guitar string is expertly threaded through the pegs and down the fingerboard. He doesn’t call out Phantom speaking. “Twenty minutes left.”

Phantom nods. He tenses his thighs to get another wave of pleasure when the pressure of sitting on the toe of Dew’s boot makes him moan again.

“Did someone find a loophole?” Dew questions boredly. “I don’t care as long as you don’t cum.”

The blanket permission has Phantom leaning his hands behind him and slowly starting to grind down on the steel-toe hidden under smooth black rubber.

Dewdrop coos, “So pretty. Papa summoned such a beautiful creature.”

Phantom’s head hangs forward at the praise. He doesn’t care that he’s beginning to openly rock against his feet. His hand slips and he shifts forward on the boot, the taut lacing creating nodes of friction through his sweatpants. It’s impossible not to chase the pleasure racing up his body. He can last twenty minutes! He just has to stop right before he cums.

What Phantom doesn’t expect is for Dewdrop to starting playing music. Circe's opening melody floats down to Phantom’s floaty and desperate mind. When did Dew hook up his guitar?

The amp next to them makes the melody seem all-encompassing, filling both ears until Phantom’s usual solo is haunting him with every thrust of his hips.

“Dew…” Phantom whispers in the noise of the music. His clammy hands keep slipping on the wood floor and he has to arch forward to wrap them around Dew’s leg. He feels the slight tensing of the Fire Ghoul’s thigh under his fingers but sees no other outward expression of arousal.

Phantom rucks his hips up against the vertical lacing. He lets himself grind without holding back as Dewdrop continues to riff different melodies. Each of the spicy shenanigans they pull on stage flashes behind Phantom’s eyelids.

Swiss pretending to jerk off Dew during Watcher in the Sky. Papa kneeling behind him and grasping Dew’s thigh during Kiss the Go-Goat. Aurora kissing Cirrus when she returns to her stage after her Mummy Dust solo. The way Swiss leaned over his stage and kissed him during Square Hammer.

Phantom grips Dew’s thigh tighter and uses it to pull himself harder against the lacing. The front of his sweatpants are damp now, and it only makes the slide of his cock easier and faster. The tip of his cock bumps the knot of his laces, and as he grinds, he lifts his hips to press the knot against the underside of his cock head.

“Seven minutes left.”

Oh fuck, he’s not going to make it at this rate. Phantom shudders and uses all will-power to pause his grinding.

“I like seeing you down there. You’ve been so good for me.”

Phantom whimpers at that. He’s tired from performing and though he knows he’s good at his instrument, praise on everything else makes his heart skip a beat.

Dewdrop begins the Cirice melody again, playing around with harmonies.

It’s like hypnosis; Phantom’s hips buck up without him telling them to. He can feel the pulsing of his heart in his dick, and he so hard that even just staying pressed against the boot laces shoots pleasure into his veins.

Suddenly in the haze of melodies and the smell of Dew’s cologne, there are footsteps.

Phantom presses his face into the meat of his thigh to hide his embarrassed flush as his hips refuse to stop humping Dew’s foot like a he’s in heat.

“I see you two are working this out.”

Aether.

Phantom’s breath hitches. He’s so close that tears are forming in his eyes. He has no idea how many more minutes are left at this point, but it better be soon or else he’s going to explode.

“Four minutes left. Tell him he has been doing good."

A large hand is raking through Phantom’s sweaty black and white hair. Blunt claws scratch at the base of his hairline. “You’re beautiful like this. Making our Dewdrop feel better by being such a good little Ghoul. Does grinding on his foot feel that good?”

Phantom’s head is pulled back until he’s staring hazily up at Aether. His exposed throat and face feel the coolness of the older Ghoul’s aura compared to the heat Dew is radiating against the rest of his body. “Please…I need to…”

“That’s an impressive wet spot. I’d say you were ready to burst, huh,” Aether crouches behind Phantom and kisses his lips. It’s awkward with them being opposites, but he swallows Phantom’s loudest whimper yet. He releases Phantom’s head and lets him grind to his heart’s content.

Phantom’s claws dig into Dew’s jeans, eliciting a hiss from the Fire Ghoul that forces a glob of pre-cum to smear through his sweatpants and onto the black boot laces. “Please…”

“Two minutes.”

“Please,” Phantom cries into his knee, “Please let me cum!”

“I said, two minutes,” Dew snaps. He lifts his foot, and the steel-toe presses up against Phantom’s balls.

Phantom jolts, a startled cry of frustration slipping out. Another wet drool of pre-cum leaks out onto the shiny black surface. “I’m gonna--!”

“No, you aren’t,” Aether takes a handful of Phantom’s white bangs. “If you cum before time is up, then you’ll have to sit here for another hour.”

That causes Phantom to pause his thrusts for a second; but the pleasure is too great and he’s so keyed up from everything. “Please, please…! You said I’ve been so good.”

Dew looks at the wall clock across the room. “One minute and then you can cum.”

Phantom nods and resumes his rhythm---sixty seconds is manageable.

Except it’s not.

Aether’s hand in his hair pulls his head back again. Phantom’s hips cant up against the lace’s knot and the combined pleasure of the friction, the wetness of his pre-cum and the pain of the hand on his head makes him shoot cum into the front of his sweatpants.

He keens loudly.

“That was dirty, Aeth. He still had thirty seconds,” Dewdrop chides.

Phantom pants openly in Aether’s grip. He whimpers when Dew moves his foot upwards again. It forces out another spurt of cum that leaks out onto the Fire Ghoul’s shoe.

Aether shrugs and lets go of the Quintessence Ghoul. “I’d say that’s close enough. Besides, I want to see what his mouth can do next.”

“How much longer do you think you can stay on your knees?” Aether asks. His hand gently lifts Phantom’s tear and spit-slicked jaw.

Phantom slowly slides back off the boot. By the time he’s turned his head, Aether’s already unzipped his fly. He hears the click of the amp turning off and the creak of the rack for their guitars.

“However long you want me to, Sir,” Phantom croaks.

Dew’s elegant fingers trace down the smaller Quintessence Ghoul’s nose. “Such a good boy.”

[nocturnalghoul]

Mushy May 2024

Day 2- Lake Night Snacks

Rating: G

Pairing: Cumulus & Rain

Words: 591

Thank you to @forlorn-crows for organizing the event once again ♡

Divider by @ghuleh-recs

There’s a high chance the loud noises and faint smell of bacon coming from the kitchen is purposefully trying to tempt somebody out, but Cumulus has been tossing and turning so long that she really doesn’t care. It only takes about 20 seconds before she’s throwing on a robe and slippers and setting down the hall in search of a distraction.

There’s a faint discontent noise from down the hall that she immediately clocks as belonging to Rain, bringing a soft smile to her face. It is so rare that she gets time alone with the water ghoul, the two of them often getting snagged by somebody else. This chance for the two of them to hang out alone is beyond overdue.

Before heading to bed she had noticed how beautiful the moon was shining on the lake, streaks of captivating pale blue light rippling with the shifting surface of the water. It had almost convinced her to head down, so it makes sense that Rain ended up there. Odds are he got carried away and only wandered back in.

As she rounds the corner to the kitchen, she can’t help but take a moment to appreciate the darling look of concentration on Rain’s face as he carefully pours batter onto a griddle in slow deliberate shapes.

“3am seems a bit early for breakfast” she teases, hopping up to sit on the counter opposite the griddle.

“It’s not so much early for breakfast, but late for dinner really. Got caught up at the bottom of the lake enjoying the moonlight, when I realized I was starving. Nobody else was up, but I had a feeling the extras wouldn’t go to waste” he yawns out in response, flipping a pancake onto the empty plate next to Cumulus.

“Hmmm you have always been perfect tempting, and I am here now so it’s a fair assumption.”

Cumulus smiles at the heart shaped pancake before picking it up, ripping it and handing one half to the water ghoul. She takes a quick moment to reunite the heart in a cheers motion and pops the treat into her mouth.

“Mmmm, it might be the late hour but that’s beyond amazing”

“Sunny and I have been working on incorporating fruit puree into the batter” Rain beams, sighing contently as he eats his own half.

“Mmm I love that y’all found an excuse to do something together that doesn’t end in tracking water everywhere”

Rain attempts to fake looking hurt at the insinuation that Sunshine and him are anything but well behaved, but it only lasts about 3 seconds before he dissolves into giggles.

“Yeah alright, well maybe you and I will have to scheme up some trouble to make up for it.” he lilts, following the air ghoulettes eyeline to the bacon beside him and handing her a piece.

The two go back and forth trading jokes and enjoying the alone time as Rain finishes up cooking. Eventually they hear a telltale groan of Mountain stretching as he shambles down the hallway to start his early day and make sure to leave the plates of food where he will see them.

They quietly scamper off to the patio to leave him to his routine, and make plans to meet up for some less elaborate late night snack and overall shenanigans on a semi-regular basis.

The next time the moon gets that particular irresistible shine to it Cumulus knows she’ll get alone time with her favorite water ghoul once again. This time she doesn’t even attempt to sleep, knowing the anticipation would keep her up anyways.

[iamthecomet]

Are you taking ficlet prompts still? If so, can you make lil something with any combo of ghouls/ghoulettes running a train and using Dew til he’s a wet sloppy mess?

Just what I needed today. A good old-fashioned gangbang.

Sloppy Dew, under the cut.

Dew's burning up. Skin flushed and damp with sweat. It isn't usually like this. Usually, he can beat one of his heats with one or two good knots. He gets fucked into a mattress, or the floor, cries on a cock or two, and then, satiated, falls blissfully to sleep for the next fourteen or so hours.

It isn't usually like this.

He doesn't pay enough attention to moon cycles and solstices enough to know anything but when to expect his heat. But maybe he should have looked this one up, because clearly something is different about it and he thinks he might be losing his mind.

He tightens his grip on Swiss' chest, digging half-moon divots into his chest as he grinds down on his cock. He tips his forehead forward to press it against Swiss' shoulder, his hips moving on their own accord, desperate. Chasing pleasure on exhausted limbs.

His last orgasm was dry, painful, wracking through his body like a fucking semi-truck, and yet, impossibly, there is something lodged in his brain stem saying: more, more, more.

Swiss is laying on the couch in the common room, back pressed up against the arm. Dew's pressed tight to him. The head of his oversensitive cock rutting against the coarse hair on Swiss' stomach with each grind.

Swiss' fingers dig into Dew's hips. He tips his head back against the couch. Dew hears the strain in his breathing, the pound of his heart. Swiss wants him to move, but he doesn't say anything about it. Just clenches and releases his fingers on the narrow span of Dew's waist.

A cool hand grips Dew's hair, and drags his face away from the safety of Swiss' chest. He's met with blown out cerulean eyes. Rain looks him over. Catalogs his slack jaw, his glassy eyes. The roll of Dew's hips is mindless. Swiss moves one of his hands to strum at one of Dew's nipples. Dew's eyes roll back in his head, a sound between a moan and a sob bubbles through his lips.

"You still with us?" Rain asks quietly.

Dew's eyes dart down to Rain's cock, swaying heavy between his legs. The tip is flushed and shiny. Dew's mouth waters. He nods.

"I need--fuck--fuck me."

Swiss makes a gut-punched noise, hips jerking up against Dew, jostling him on his lap.

They're all over-sensitive. None of them have cum as many times as Dew, but they've all fucked him once already. Mountain and Aether are across the room on the other couch. Mountain's head pillowed by Aether's thigh. Aether strokes his fingers over his temples while they wait to see if they'll be needed again. Dew can sense the strain in all of them.

He uncurls his fingers from Swiss' chest and grabs for Rain. Sealing one boiling hand over each of his forearms.

"Swiss is already fucking you," Rain says, stroking a hand over Dew's forehead, smoothing sweat-soaked hair away from his eyes. His eyes dart to Swiss, concern pulling at his eyebrows.

"I'm fine," Dew insists. He wills himself a little clarity. He feels insane, driven by pleasure and an internal need. Every dig of Swiss' cock against his prostate just makes the fire burn hotter. Swiss groans low, desperate.

"Dew, Dewdrop, I can't. You have to move, you have to do--"

"Hang on," Dew snaps, he doesn't take his eyes off of Rain. "I need you to fuck me too. Both."

Rain's fingers pause on Dew's cheek. "You sure?"

Dew appreciates the way Rain checks in, he really does. If this was under any other circumstance he might even tell him. But as it is, the only thing he can think about is Swiss' cock kicking inside of him and how it is still not enough.

"I need more," he says, it's almost a whine, almost painful. He wants all of them, right now. Swiss' knot by itself isn't going to cure him of the ache in his gut.

But both of them? Rain and Swiss, tying him at the same time? His cock kicks at the thought, he clenches down around Swiss and Swiss almost sobs with it.

"Please," Dew whispers. Rain steps out of his space, out of his grasp. Dew whines, pitiful, needy.

"I'm coming, droplet. Don't worry."

Dew drops back onto Swiss' chest. Swiss strokes a hand down the back of his head. Dew's body is quaking. Desperate, overstimulated, needy beyond his own comprehension.

"Is he ready?"

Swiss nods sharply. "After Mountain's knot he could probably take three of us."

Dew whimpers, just as Rain hisses. "Don't give him any ideas."

Rain presses the head of his cock against Dew's hole, still slick with cum from all the other times he's been fucked tonight. He presses in. The stretch makes Dew keen. He digs his teeth into Swiss' collarbone and tastes copper. Swiss holds onto his hips so tight he knows it'll bruise, but Dew doesn't feel the pain over press of Rain inside of him.

Rain runs a cool hand up Dew's spine, soothing as he settles in inch by inch.

Once he's finally full, Dew thinks he feels a little bit of the edge fade off, the burning incessant need quiets. He isn't sure if it's actually working or if his body is so overloaded it can't focus on his heat anymore. He doesn't care.

He moans long and wrecked as Rain starts to move. When Swiss picks up a counter rhythm, finally allowed to fuck up into Dew's waiting body, his brain melts out of his ears. Everything except for the way it feels drains from him. It's just enough, it's too much, it's everything.

He's pinned between them, the harsh pants of their breath and their moans digging into his brain. Each of Swiss' thrusts presses his cock harder against Swiss' stomach. What once felt desperate and painful feels glorious. He ruts his hips against Swiss, dragging his sticky cock through Swiss' belly hair, chasing a release he isn't sure is going to help him.

Swiss' knot swells first. It grinds against the base of Rain's cock, against Dew's clenching rim.

Dew turns his head to mouth at Swiss' pulse, to lick the sweat from his skin. "I gotta take it," he pants, "make me."

Swiss makes a pained noise, but he does, gripping Dew's hips to hold him still while he shoves upward. His knot pops in and all three of them wail with it. The sudden added pressure sends Dew into an orgasm that seems to last forever. A dribble of cum leaks from his tip and into Swiss' belly hair.

Swiss cums right after, roaring in Dew's ear, loud and relieved.

And after that, Rain is helpless. Hips rutting hopelessly, slicked with Swiss' cum, his knot swelling, bumping up against Dew's hole, already stretched tight.

"Is one knot really not enough for you?" Rain growls. "Greedy."

"Rain. Rainy. Need it. Please."

Swiss hisses with every thrust of Rain's cock over the oversensitive head of his. Rain's thrusts lose rhythm, and gain strength.

And then, without any real warning except for a low noise from Rain, he shoves his knot in alongside Swiss'. He cums with a reedy moan. Shoulders bowing in as he hunches over Dew's spent body.

Dew's sighs, boneless, fucked into oblivion. The burning in his gut is gone. He's impossibly full, slick with cum and sweat. He rests his face in the crook of Swiss' shoulder and tries not to sob from the relief he feels.

"Better?" Swiss asks as Rain bends to press soft kisses to his spine.

Dew nods. "Much."

[everybodyshusband]

i'm a bit late to the party but...

girl's night in

ghoulette appreciation weeks ; week one (jan 1-6)

sunshine, cumulus, aurora & cirrus | approx. 750 words | a massive thank you to @jesusbutbetterrr for organising this whole thing !!!

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“What do you mean the bar’s closed?” Sunshine complained from her seat in front of the mirror.

“I dunno, but that’s what Google says,” Aurora reasons, spinning her phone around to show the multi ghoulette.

Sunshine wails and thuds her head down onto the table. One of her blush compacts falls to the floor and Cumulus lets out a pained gasp as if the sound of the expensive rouge breaking against the ground has physically hurt her. “But I wanted to go ooouuut!”

“Oh, love.” The faint sound of the hair dryer shuts off and Cirrus pokes her head through the bathroom door. “I’m sure,” she starts again, significantly quieter this time now that there is no longer any wind whooshing against her ears, “that somewhere else will still be open. Can you have a look, Rors?”

“I have,” Aurora admits. “Everywhere else is closed too. Stupid public holiday. Stupid New Year’s Day…”

“Noooo!” Sunshine moans again, beginning to reach for her makeup wipes and erase all her hard work.

“Sunny, wait,” Cumulus suggests from where she’s sitting next to Aurora on the bed. When Sunshine turns to look at the air ghoulette, Cumulus is a vision in a close-fitting dress of light blue fabric. The dress sparkles in the low candlelight when she shifts and as Sunshine gets a perfect view of exactly how well the dress hugs the air ghoulette’s figure, she wants.

Wants to kiss her. Wants to take her out to a romantic dinner and feed her bites of chocolate cake along with sips of her favourite prosecco. Wants to walk hand in hand along that winding river near the Abbey and kiss her under the weeping willow tree. She wants to take her back home and watch shitty romcoms until the early hours of the morning and kiss again, this time with the taste of mint chocolate chip ice cream on each of their tongues. Wants to hear her love’s sharply inhaled breath when Sunshine pushes the fabric of her partner’s dress down to her ribs, dips her chilled mouth a little lower and sucks pretty bruises into Cumulus’ pale breasts. She wants—needs, really—to feel those quiet, breathy sighs against her neck when she caresses the air ghoulette’s thighs and teases her right in the spot that makes her–

“Sunny, are you listening to me?” The voice of the very person Sunshine is daydreaming about startles her back into the present moment. She pointedly tears her gaze away from the cleavage spilling out from the fabric adorning Cumulus’ chest. “I asked if you wanted to stay dressed up anyway? We can raid the kitchen for some drinks. Maybe it won’t be exactly like we planned, but we’ll still have fun!”

“Yeah!” Aurora agrees. “Swiss still has loads of leftover drinks and mixing stuff from his body shots phase, so we’ll have heaps of stuff to make drinks if we want!”

“Oh, Sathanas, what a phase that was…” Cirrus almost moans at the memory as she makes her way out of the bathroom, her low-rise mini skirt doing sinful things to her exposed hip bones.

Sunshine tilts her head back and forth, considering her options. She must admit that even if this wasn’t the original plan, having a fun night in instead of a night out sounds a lot better than moping about all the bars being closed. “Yeah,” she concedes eventually, grinning. “Yeah, that sounds nice!”

“Ooh, does that mean I can take my shoes off now?” Aurora asks, not waiting for an answer before pulling her boots off. They’re pretty pink things that Mist gifted her as a late summoning present after having gotten to know the band’s newest multi ghoulette, all platforms and chunky heels, covered in matching pink ribbons and bells. Aurora adores them, but she’s always one to forgo shoes when given the opportunity, so now their little group has elected to have their "girl’s night out" in, the shoes are the first things to come off. She takes after Sunshine in that way, but at this stage, Aurora has stuck with only disliking shoes. When the older multi ghoulette had been summoned, it had taken months to persuade her towards the importance of wearing clothes around other people.

“Well, then.” Cumulus stands and claps her hands, already reaching for her favourite ‘going out’ leather jacket and slinging it over her shoulders as she opens the door for them all to file out. “Shall we?”

[belle--ofthebrawl]

@jesusbutbetterrr for Ghoulette Appreciation Week, we have trans!Mist and Sunshine.

Some hot cocklette before bed, anyone? Fresh hot cocklette. Get it while it's nice and warm.

Nasty under the cut. Let me know if we need more tags. Sunny got a little in over her head here...

“Are you going to put it in your mouth yet?” Mist asks, flicking a page of her magazine in boredom. “Or will you just keep playing with it?”

“Wanna keep playing with it,” Sunny whines as she lays a gentle kiss to the base of Mist’s little cock, kept soft and still by the water ghoulette’s own magic. Super unfair but Sunny’s fatal flaw is that she can't resist a challenge. Besides, she's seen Dew cum with a barely chubby dick about half a dozen times, so it can't be that hard.

Mist raises an eyebrow as Sunny snickers at the pun but has the sense not to ask. She just sighs as Sunny rolls the foreskin back between her fingers, watching the cute tip of it peek out before she lets it hide away again. Repeats the motion and rubs the head this time, circling the slit with the pad of her thumb like she would with a clit. Mist sighs and Sunny’s pretty sure she heard the faintest tinge of pleasure to it. Sunny echoes the sigh, breathing the scent of Mist in deep where it's the strongest. She could spend all day buried between those thighs and never worry about coming up for air.

Mist’s leg twitches and Sunny smiles to herself. Noses at her cock before lifting it to lick a hot little line up and Mist’s next exhale comes out shuddery. Sure, she was using her powers to an unfair advantage but Sunny had been teasing her for the better part of an hour and soft didn't mean senseless.

“Can I use my mouth now?” She teases.

“If you want.” Mist replies. The magazine hides her face but Sunny already knows she's flushed pink behind its pages.

She moans, deliberately, as she takes the head into her mouth so Mist can feel the vibrations the whole way Sunny sinks down. One of the water ghoulette's hands drops, twists against the corner of a pillowcase. She's such a perfect little morsel like this, Sunny thinks. Only keeps that cool façade up so no one can tell how sensitive she is under the tight lacings of her uniform. Dew probably gets it from her, come to think. Whoever mentored a new summon tended to show up in their personality.

Too bad for Mist that Swiss had taken Sunny under his wing, so to speak. She hasn't stopped humming. Mist hasn't stopped twitching. Her hips were starting to rock in the most minute and needy of ways, thighs inching wider to give Sunny more room to work. Her hum turns into a purr, the taste of victory nearly on her tongue. A hand tangles itself in her curls, pressing Sunny's nose into the soft skin of Mist’s white underbelly like she's daring Sunny to take advantage of the weakness.

“You’ve got a long way to go.” Mist says nonchalantly. “Getting me hard is one thing. Getting me to cum is something completely different.”

Sunny makes a confused sound around her mouthful but all it earns her is a chuckle.

“Silly puppy.” Mist says kindly, petting through her hair. “I can keep myself empty for as long as I like, you know.”

She blinks slowly as the cock in her mouth finally starts to swell with blood, a lazy throbbing in the veins that Sunny could lose just as quick if she doesn't act fast. And then it dawns on her as Mist casually slings a leg across Sunny’s back, effectively trapping her there, pinned with her drool leaking onto Mist’s skin.

“Swiss would have never taken such an obviously rigged bet.” Mist remarks as Sunny squeezes her eyes shut. “You could stand to learn a few more things from him, I think.”

She lets the magazine drop to her side and props herself up on her remaining arm to smile condescendingly at Sunshine.

“Let me know when you want to give up.”

[the-moon-in-the-gutter]

Thinking about Aurora getting really into nail polish and nail art. It started slowly when Cumulus had painted her claws shortly after her summoning, the baby pink polish becoming her signature shade. The multi-ghoulette began experimenting with colors and designs, buying copious amounts of nail polish during tour.

Soon it became something she begged the ghouls into, letting her do their nails and care for them. Aurora soon learned of gel polish and began working towards mastering working with a newer, more tedious medium. Her first gel polish "client" was Mountain, the earth ghoul had come to love the new-found femininity that nail polish had given them. The pair sat for close to two hours as she painted intricate leaves and blooms onto the ghoul's nails. They have a standing appointment date every few weeks for a new, flora themed set.

However, her favorite client is Dewdrop. The fire ghoul had gained an appreciation for nail polish after the first time Cumulus had painted his nails one evening on a dare. He tended to prefer plain, black polish that was worn until it chipped entirely off. But Aurora's passion had convinced him otherwise, leading the ghoul to become her trial canvas. New designs and polishes were tested on the fire ghoul, who now proudly shows them off whenever asked by a Sibling what the design was.

[serene-sun]

𖡅 𓆜 ⡪჻𝕴 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖊⡪჻𓆝 𖡅

Pairing: papa & kid reader (platonic)

Genre: fluff!

(Not proof read)

“Ok so you want this one or this one?” Papa asks, looking to you, then back at the two plushies he holds in his gloved hands.

“Mmm…” you think, it’s hard to choose.

“Oh jeez, I’m sorry dear but we must leave. I promise you I’ll get you one next time, ok?” He sighs, looking at the clock on the store wall.

“But-…” you pout, reaching for the turtle and frog stuffed animals that were now back in the shelf after papa picked you up.

“I promise I’ll get you something better, I promise.” Papa restates, a little upset that he couldn’t get you one, “but papa has a very important meeting back home.” He adds, lifting you to his shoulders.

“You promise we come back?” You ask, your voice a little tired and sleepy.

“Of course! Maybe we can bring a few ghouls too, you know how much rain and mountain love the aquarium.” Papa smiles with a chuckle, “and remember, the ghoulettes are taking you out to that play Friday, remember?”

You smile, wrapping your arms around Papas neck in a hug. His heart practically melts at the feeling of your little arms.

𓆜 𓆝

There’s a knock at the door, you turn your heard quickly as you see your papa enter the room. Running towards him, you notice how his hands are kept behind his back.

You try to look out of curiosity, but the man moves with swiftness that makes his papal robes cover it from your sight.

“Guess what papa got?” He teases, coming to sit with you at the small children’s table that had crayon marks all over.

Your jumping off the walls, you love surprises!

Papa quickly brings the present to the front of him, trying not to spoil the surprise.

You gasp, “papa!”

You quickly snatch the two familiar stuffed animals out of papas now ungloved palms.

“But…you went back?” You smile, hugging the fluffy toys close to you.

“Well of course, I made a promise after all mio dolce bambino!” Papa reassures, patting your head.

“I love them!” You squeal, taking in the looks of the frog and turtle stuffed animal.

“What shall we name them dolce?”

“Uhh….fettuccine and…..rigatoni?” You decide, looking into the beaded sparkly eyes.

“Did you name them after the rats?” Papa asks, trying to hide his grin (he was dying from your cuteness)

“Mmmm…..no…” you lie..

“It’s alright, I think it’s a great name!” He chuckles, bringing you into a tight hug.

“Oh I know, how bout we watch a movie? I saw where the one you like is on that new website the ghouls got….what was it? Text-flix?” Papa proposed.

𓆜 𓆝

Hours and hours later, the movie was long since forgotten. The resolution was almost done, with all the characters dancing together with their over dramatic hair at the sparkly ball.

Papa had woken himself up by his own snoring, he felt his dry mouth and looked at his surroundings trying to figure out where he was.

His eyes lay upon your sleeping form into the crook of his chest, both stuffed animals equally tucked in with you.

Now that he remembers, he beilives that you had said something like, “I can’t leave one, because they have to have the same amount of love.” Or something along those lines before dozing off.

All reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated!

[ghoulette-knell]

the ghouls are sent out as a pack to basically go on a road trip. how do you think it goes?

OMGGGG SOOO CHAOTIC!! I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS YALL DONT EVEN KNOW ✨✨

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Roadtrip

Papa and the Nameless Ghouls have started their tour, which means all of them trapped in a small van for hours at a time. That means trouble.

SFW✨

TW: None ❤️

Word Count: 1,617

Copia Emeritus tiredly marched to the tour van that was holding all 8 of his tired Ghouls and Ghoulettes. He was holding a thermal mug of kid’s temp coffee, and eye bags to show he truly needed the caffeine. The one downside to touring for the ministry was dealing with his Ghouls for so long.

This would be a nightmare…

As the anti-pope approached the van, he could already see it shaking, and could hear hysterical laughter from within that could belong only to Swiss. Papa huffed, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and opened the door to the van.

"Papa!" "Hey, Papa!"

The voices belonged to Swiss and Aurora, the most energetic of the Ghouls. They just fed off of each other's energy all the time. Copia couldn't understand how the two of them either didn't get sick of each other or didn't grow physically tired from screaming, dancing, and running around all the time.

Cumulus sighed and nodded in greetings toward Copia as he sat down in the van beside of a slumbering Mountain. Mountain was the smartest of the group, as he was equipped with sound-proof headphones to block out Swiss and Aurora for the whole trip.

"Listen, Ghouls," the Papa commented, getting everyone's attention (minus Mountain, but he really didn't need to hear what was being said because he acted like an angel 24/7), "We have a long 5-hour drive. It's 4am, and frankly, I want to sleep like Mountain over here. Please, for the love of Satan, do not be loud."

Swiss and Aurora giggled while shooting little glances at one another.

"Of course, Papa. We will all behave," Cirrus, who was like the mother of the Ghouls, replied while shooting Aurora a knowing look, silently telling the youngest Ghoulette to behave, "Let's all just get some shut-eye, okay?"

Sodo elbowed Swiss in the side as the driver of the van began to move, "Only person you'll have to worry about is Swiss I assume. Everyone else here is as tired as you are, Papa. We will be quiet."

Copia exhaled and nodded while placing his travel bag on his lap. He dug out a sleeping mask and a small pillow, which he placed against the window so he could lean on it and hopefully get some shuteye, "Good to hear. Now I am going to try and sleep. Do not wake me up."

Although the anti-pope's words were law, Aurora and Swiss alike weren't very intimidated. Copia liked to appear tough and scary, but in reality, he was a sweet, thoughtful guy that no one in the ministry feared. That wasn't a sign of weakness though. Copia was highly respected by the Ghouls, Ghoulettes, and other members of the ministry, but they weren't afraid of him.

Cirrus and Sodo both shot looks towards Aurora and Swiss before joining Papa and Mountain in their slumber. That just left Cumulus, Rain, Phantom, Swiss, and Aurora that were awake.

"What do you guys wanna do?" Phantom whispered towards the remaining-awake Ghouls, "I want to jam a bit but I doubt Copia would appreciate that."

Swiss looked over at Phantom with mischief in his eyes. The younger Ghoul looked up to Swiss immensely, and Swiss knew this. He liked to capitalize on the fact that Phantom wanted to impress him so badly.

"Well, if you really want my advice on how to pass some time, Aurora and I really love pranks," Swiss cracked with a devious smile, "I'm sure you know this already."

Phantom's tail began to wag at the sound of being included in one of Swiss and Aurora's legendary pranks, "What did you have in mind?"

Cumulus cleared her throat and glared at the three other Ghouls. They couldn't see her eyes due to her mask, but they all knew she was looking at them in annoyance and disappointment.

"You all heard what Papa, Cirrus, and Sodo said. No pranks. Just let them sleep. We all have a hectic day ahead of us."

"Don't be such a buzzkill," Rain commented from beside Sodo; the fire-Ghoul's head resting on his shoulder as he drifted into sleep, "Let them do what they want. It'll be amusing, and frankly, we have a lot of driving on this tour. Let them have their fun because we are all going to have to do this over and over again."

No one anticipated Rain to be on Swiss' side. He was usually very quiet and obedient to Papa, but he knew Swiss and Aurora's pranks were harmless. The water-Ghoul was right; anything to pass the time would be appreciated.

Cumulus just huffed and turned her head away from the scheming Ghouls, "Whatever. If I find out you included me in this prank, I will not be happy."

"Don't worry, Cumulus!" Aurora giggled while playfully leaning her head onto the older Ghoulette's shoulder, "You and Cirrus won't get pranked. We know the two of yours' wrath is scarier than anything Papa or the boys could do. You're both safe."

This was true. Cirrus was probably the scariest member of the entire ministry. It took a lot to piss her off, but when she did reach that boiling point, it was ugly. Everyone involved would regret messing with her; no doubt about that.

The air-Ghoulette just huffed and shut her eyes, attempting to get some sleep, just like the rest of the members of the band. Phantom couldn't help but chuckle and turn to face Swiss and Aurora.

"What's the plan then, you two?"

Swiss chuckled lightly and motioned for the two younger Ghouls to get close so he could whisper to them, "It's kind of stupid, but it's a harmless prank which is the important part. We don't want to get our asses beaten by Papa if we wake him up."

The three Ghouls exchanged whispers and muffled laughter as they contemplated what they would do. After a few moments, they figured out their plan.

It would take incredible care to make this work. They would need to be very gentle, careful, and quiet.

Phantom's job was to make sure everyone was asleep. He would wave his clawed hands in front of the sleeping Ghouls' faces to see if they would have any reflexive response. Luckily, everyone, even Rain and Cumulus, had drifted off to sleep.

Aurora's job was to steal everyone's masks. Yes, that's right-- steal everyone's masks.

The Ghoulette skillfully padded over to the unexpecting members of her band, and with her perfectly manicured hands, began to peel the masks off her fellow Ghouls. The driver of the van snickered to himself as he watched this whole prank take place-- secretly thanking Satan that he wasn't a target.

Now, once all of the masks had been collected, it was time for Swiss' job. His job was to mismatch the masks and give them back to the wrong Ghoul...

"They're going to kill us," Aurora giggled quietly while peeling away Sodo's mask; the blond Ghoul not reacting in the slightest as his mask was removed, revealing his face.

Swiss chuckled and took the mask from Aurora and nibbled his lip in thought. The multi-Ghoul was contemplating about which mask should go to which Ghoul...

He finally decided that Sodo's mask would go to Mountain (due to the fact that Sodo had the smallest head, and Mountain had the biggest), Mountain's would go to Sodo, Cumulus' would go to Rain, Rain's would go to Cirrus, and Cirrus'... they would have to find something else to do with Cirrus' helmet.

Phantom high-fived Aurora and Swiss before settling into his own seat; a small yawn leaving his lips, "I'm going to try and get some sleep now. Thanks for including me in this little prank. It was very fun."

Swiss approvingly nodded while patting Phantom's shoulder, "Thanks for joining in. It'll be nice for Papa to take his anger out on someone besides Aurora and me for once. Who knows? Maybe you'll join our little pranks more often. You did your job very well."

Phantom swelled with pride at Swiss' compliment. He even managed to purr a little bit; his tail swishing around in happiness, "Thanks, Swiss."

Aurora purred at the sight, and as Phantom settled into his own slumber, she leaned her head on Swiss' shoulder.

"It's really sweet that you've decided to include him like this," she whispered to her best friend as Phantom began to doze off, "I can tell he really looks up to you."

Swiss chuckled, revealing his teeth from the opening in his mask as he did so, "It's nice. Phantom is a good Ghoul, and he will do a good job for the ministry. Someone's got to take him under their wing, and Sodo isn't really the type to befriend the new Ghouls. I'm more than happy to show Phantom that we aren't all antisocial jerks."

Aurora hesitantly grabbed Cirrus' helmet from under her seat, which was where Phantom had left it. She eyed Swiss expectantly; a toothy grin appearing on her perfect lips, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"Oh, hell yes I am, Aurora," the multi-Ghoul replied while slowly removing Phantom's mask from his head; fully betraying the young Ghoul. He placed Cirrus' mask on Phantom's head, quietly stifling his giggles.

He knew Phantom would be upset, but Swiss was secretly protecting the younger Ghoul. No one would suspect he was apart of this prank if he too was pranked. Phantom would definitely have to work up to become on the same level as he and Aurora were-- they had thick enough skin and a ton of pranking experience to be able to take the punishments.

Swiss was doing Phantom a favour, and besides...

No one was immune from Aurora and Swiss' pranks...

[sentientgolfball]

Ghoulette Appreciation: Week 10

This one was later than I intended it to be

Read here or on Ao3

Pairing: Mistshine

Word Count: 1215

Summary: Mist and Sunny have a lazy day. Some new information is discovered.

It’s been boiling hot for the last few days and every resident of the Ministry seems to be at their limit. Even the infernal residents want to do nothing more than laze around trying to stay cool. Sunshine and Mist haven’t left their room all day. Mist’s room is always kept cold with a small amount of her magick. Being from the deeps means she is more susceptible to the heat than an average water ghoul, plus the cold brings her comfort. It’s been a perfectly lazy two for the two ghoulettes. 

“Can I ask you something?” 

Mist jumps ever so slightly at Sunny’s voice. The two had been sitting in comfortable silence for hours now, each doing their own thing while enjoying the company. Mist looks up from her sudoku. 

“Of course you can.” 

Sunny props herself up on her elbows from where she’s lounging on Mist’s bed “What was it like for you…in the Pits I mean.” 

“Is there a particular reason you wish to know this?” 

“Mmmmm no, just curious. You don’t have to answer though if it’s…too much.” 

“How familiar are you with Lord Leviathan’s domain?” 

“I’ve heard the big man talk about it but I’ve never actually seen it.” 

“I see. Well as you know I am from the deep sea, a completely different environment than other oceanic ghouls such as Rain, Delta, or Chain.” 

Mist starts her story by explaining the structure of deep sea ghoul society. They are mostly solitary, the only packs that get formed are very small and usually made up of family. There’s heavily focused on yourself alive before anyone else, even if that means sacrificing another. They are wary of other ghouls, always cautious of any games they might be playing. They are also typically the most devout of the oceanic water ghouls due to their proximity to Leviathan’s underwater home. 

Mist was in a small pack made up of her parents and two siblings. They were average, nothing outwardly fantastic about them. They lived their life simply yet happily. That was until The Storm. To this day no one knows what angered the great Leviathan, but whatever it was was severe. For three days the oceans of Hell were locked in a storm surge, churning wildly with Leviathan’s fury. The waves were so great even the deeps felt the effects. In the chaos Mist got separated from their family, swept away with the raging current. Once The Storm finally settled Mist had tried to look for them, but after a few days of no success she gave up and focused on keeping herself alive. She never did find out if any of them were still alive before getting summoned. 

“Oh wow Mist…I’m so sorry that must’ve been horrible.” 

“It’s quite alright Sunshine” Mist assures “I have made my peace with it long ago.” 

“Still” Sunny presses a quick kiss to the side of her head. 

“I do have my own question though.” 

“Hm?” Sunny tilts her head. 

“Earlier you said you have heard the big man talk about it in reference to my question about Lord Leviathan’s domain. What did you mean by that?” 

Sunshine laughs a little “Well you told me yours so it’s only fair I tell you mine. Back in the Pits I was a court jester for the Seven Lords plus Lucifer.” 

Sunshine begins her story with how far back she can remember. Her father had been a fire ghoul in one of the legions created specifically to guard Pandemonium, that’s part of the reason Ifrit and Sunny got along so well right off the bat because the two were in the same legion. Her mother had been an air ghoulette who created art in honor of the Lords. For a while Sunny had been following in her mother’s footsteps, but when her other elements manifested and it was discovered she was a multi-ghoul instead of a hybrid, everything changed. She had been brought before the Lords as a prodigy, her parents humbly asking they provide her with a better opportunity than they could ever hope to give her. Lucifer Himself took an immediate interest in her. To this day she doesn’t know why, but she assumes it was because of her likeness to the sun. 

She had always been a performer at heart. It was something she genuinely enjoyed, something she was good at without even trying. That’s how she became the jester. She was their favorite, always present when all Seven met at Pandemonium. It was stressful always having to come up with new and exciting things to please the Lords for thousands of years, but it was thrilling. Sometimes though she does wonder if she hadn’t done enough and that’s why despite being their favorite she was summoned. 

“It’s okay you can laugh,” Sunny assures “being a court jester is a hilarious gig.” 

“That is an amazing honor Sunshine. Being able to be in the presence of all seven lords and The Morning Star is noble.” 

“Aw shucks Mist you flatter me. Really it was nothing special. I was just there so they had something to point and laugh at, or diffuse the tension so they didn’t kill each other.” 

“You must have been well cared for if He sent you Topside.” 

“I wouldn’t go that far,” Sunny shrugs. 

“He must have known you would be perfect for the Ghost Project” Mist states. 

Sunny stares at her for a moment before a grin cracks her face. She grabs both sides of her head and pulls her in, kissing her softly. Sunny pulls back, but keeps their foreheads pressed together. She combs her hands through Mist’s hair. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too” Mist whispers before ghosting her lips over Sunny’s. 

Mist still can’t quite believe Sunshine is hers. She can’t comprehend the feelings she has for her. She does know that she’d do anything for her though. Mist knows she’d be happy to spend all of eternity with her. She’d jump into the circle with her if she ever got banished back to Hell. She'd tear this whole Ministry apart to keep her happy if she had to. 

Sunshine can’t believe it either. She never would have guessed Mist would actually make room for her in heart. The moment Sunny saw her for the first she knew. She knew there was something about Mist she had to discover. She couldn’t tell you why, but those deep blue eyes felt like home. Not the home she had been raised in, but something different. Something that felt like soft goodbyes and see you laters. Something that felt like watching the snow fall from inside a bundle of blankets on a winter day. Sunny would do everything she could to make sure Mist knows nothing but peace and love for the rest of her existence. 

The rest of the day is quiet. The two exchange more stories of their time in the Pits, mundane things and fond memories. Mist even indulges Sunny and tells her all about her time Topside before she was summoned. As Sunny listens to her she can feel the tug in her chest, deep in bones. In that moment she knows that there really is nothing that will ever be able to separate them. 

[copiousloverofcopia]

🦇💗Today is a very special day, my ghestie @sistersaccharine birthday! 💗🦇

I am honored that she chose to be my friend Holiday commission letter from Papa Iv to her OC Saccharine on her birthday!

She said it was ok to share with you all so here is the full commission including the letter and the special designs I do for it!

I am so glad you liked it ghestie and happy birthday Sister!

Mia Principessa,

Though it has only been a few hours since I left you, sleeping so soundly in our shared bed, I already miss you. Today, along with all those who live within the Abbey, we shall celebrate your birthday. The ghouls and siblings alike, singing your praises and showering you with gifts fit for Lucifer himself. They have all been working, along with the girls, so hard to make this day as perfect as you. 

Primo has assured me that nothing but his most impressive blossoms will grace the tables and Secondo has agreed to help the ghouls with the entertainment. Even Rain and Sunshine have been working together on a piece of music written just for you…but don’t let them know I told you… I will never hear the end of it.  

Even Terzo is planning something special for you. Along with the help of Nova and the rest of the ghoulettes. I can only imagine what they have come up with. I too have something I am dying to show you. Something I picked out many months ago in preparations for today. 

I cannot wait to see the beautiful smile on your face and the glow in your cheeks when you see it. The moment I saw it I knew it was absolutely perfect for you—just like you. You know cara you are so very much loved and appreciated here. Truly a Sister that is cherished by her fellow siblings and the Ministry as a whole. 

Oh my sweet cara…I am forever grateful for this day and in truth for your parents. Had it not been for their love and the blessed events of this day some years ago, I would have never met the love of my life. I owe my happiness, my life, and my everything to them—to you amore. 

I cannot wait to show you the lemon cheesecake cake that Gnocchi, Rigatoni, and myself managed to bake for you. It took particularly an eternity for me to figure out how to do a water bath correctly. I am not proud to admit that I went through quite a few tries before I finally got it. Aether must be sick after eating all the rubbery custard mistakes I made. If I am being honest, the Abbey chef may never allow me back in the kitchen again after this with all the mess we made. Even so, it was all worth it for you. I am looking forward to hearing what you think when you taste it. Though I must admit that I prefer the way you taste above all else.

I long to hold you, to kiss you, to take you back to our bed so that I may worship you as the goddess you are. But for now we must wait, allow the others to  have had their chance to celebrate you. Afterward, however, you shall be all mine once again. A moment for which I will be counting every second until. Happy Birthday my beautiful Saccharine. See you tonight in the Great Hall my love. Until then…

Your loving Husband,

-C

**if you would like your own, please see the link below or my pinned post for my commission info!**

[cheerycherrycandy-resurrected]

Ghoulette Appreciation Week 3

Week 3: First Ritual & Lazy Sunday

Crashing in last minute and more unedited than ever with this (I mean it's week 4 where I am, but it's still the 20th somewhere lol) after a hectic week!

Aurora's first Ritual, and the last lazy Sunday at the Abbey before it. “Break a leg!” Cumulus whispered in Aurora’s ear, as the pair walked on-stage. Aurora caught Cirrus giving her an exaggerated thumbs-up from the opposite side of the stage. She took a deep, breath from her podium. She loved music, she loved singing, the congregation were going to love her.

Yes I googled the first day of reimperatour to make this accurate, what about it?

Rating: General Content: literally just pack-bonding fluff Words: 1004

Read below now! AO3 link to follow tomorrow, I'm not fighting with their upload page at 2am!

“Break a leg!” Cumulus whispered in Aurora’s ear, as the pair walked on-stage. Aurora caught Cirrus giving her an exaggerated thumbs-up from the opposite side of the stage. She took a deep breath as she stepped up to her podium, and grinned widely behind her mask. I deserve to be here. Let’s do this!

The sun rose and gradually peered into the windows of the Abbey, illuminating everything it touched with a golden glow. Few were actually awake to see this, the ghouls all curled up in their nests and enjoying their last few hours of peace. A week from now, they would be preparing for their first ritual of the new tour and sleep would be a luxury, a lie-in a miracle.

Aurora was an exception. Not normally an early-riser, by anyone’s definition, she’d awoken long before the other ghoulettes curled around her. She was nervous: worried about being away from the place she now called home, anxious about giving a good performance, scared of the congregation’s reaction to her. She knew how loved Sunshine was, and was desperate to live up to her reputation.  The ghoulettes, Sunshine included, had all told her how she needn’t worry, she was going to be perfect, but all the same she was nervous. She knew Phantom felt the same way too, stepping into Aether’s shoes.

And so, she lay awake. Trying to follow the steady breathing of the ghoulettes around her, despite her pounding heart, and Cumulus’ hair that was tickling her nose and threatening to make her sneeze.

Eventually, the others began to stir. No one had any plans for the day, it was to be their last officially sanctioned day off in many months. As the tangle of limbs moved around Aurora, she extricated herself from the pile, and made her escape. She trudged down the hall to the kitchen, deciding to bring coffee back to her packmates.

Entering the kitchen, she discovered she was not the only ghoul awake. Perched on the island counter was Phantom, a small frown creasing between their eyebrows. Swiss stood nearby, already coaxing the ancient coffee machine into life.

“Morning Ror.” Phantom smiled at her, but it didn’t reach their eyes.

“Hey Ant.” Aurora hopped up next to them, shuffling close enough to bump shoulders. “You got the jitters too?”

Phantom sighed slightly, before leaning into her side.

“A bit. Big shoes to fill, y’know?”

“Yeah!” Swiss chirped as he turned around with Phantom’s coffee “Aeth’s giant clown feet!”

Both the smaller ghouls giggled slightly, and Swiss beamed at the admittedly mediocre response.

“What’s your plan for today then, Rory? Last lazy day we’ll get in a while.” asked Swiss.

“I hadn’t really thought of anything, besides bringing the girls coffee in bed.” Aurora hummed thoughtfully.

“I promised Ant a picnic by the lake, you could join us? ‘M gonna bring the guitar, thought we could make some music without the pressure of rituals and rehearsals before that becomes our lives. With the touring I need to remind myself it’s fun sometimes, y’know?”

“That sounds really nice actually, I’d love to!” Aurora loved spending time by the lake, her water element calling to it. Phantom trilled happily next to her.

“I’ll let the others know where I’ll be, it’ll be good for Sunny to have Lus and Riri to herself for the day.” Aurora knew how much Sunshine would appreciate that, she was definitely more anxious about her closest packmates going away for so long than she was letting on.

A short while later, the three ghouls sat soaking in the springtime sun, keeping the worse of the damp from the grass at bay with a blanket. The gentle sounds of water lapping at the edge of the lake accompanied the soft music from the guitar Phantom was now playing. Aurora and Swiss hummed along, singing songs from their family groups in the pit, songs they’d heard on the radio topside, just harmonising together.

The sun moved overhead, gently warming them until their shadows grew long, and it could no longer compete with the late-afternoon chill. Rory headed back inside to find the rest of the ghoulettes. She found them where she left them, curled up in the nest and apparently asleep. It had been tidied, so they had clearly moved at some point.

Aurora moved to join them, kicking off her shoes and clambering into the pile of limbs.

“Hello little songbird, have a good day?” murmured Cirrus, twining her tail around Aurora’s calf.

“Yes, really nice.” Aurora sunk deeper into the purrs of her packmates, joining in with a high rumbling noise of her own. “Was good to relax a bit before we leave.”

“How are you feeling about tour?”

“Alright, I think. It’ll be great to see the world, meet our congregation…”

“…but?”

“I’m a little anxious about living up to Sunny, I guess.”

Cirrus puller her closely to her chest “I don’t think you have to worry, sweetie, you’re going to be fantastic I just know it!”

A week later, Aurora remembered her words as she took a deep, calming breath from her podium. She loved music, she loved singing, the congregation were going to love her.

The lights went up, the music blared, and Aurora sang and danced like everyone’s eyes were on her. Twirling her cape, stomping her feet, she felt every beat of the music resonate with her heartbeat, and fed off the infectious energy of the crowd.

All too soon the ritual was over. Moving to the front of the stage, she almost list her footing as Cirrus and Cumulus crushed her in a hug.

“You did so well!” Cumulus squealed, also riding high off a good performance. Across the stage, Aurora could see a similar interaction happening between Swiss and Phantom, both of the new ghouls vibrating with excitement and adrenaline.

She moved forward with Cirrus and Cumulus to interact with the audience, all of them waving at her and cheering. Maybe she didn’t need to worry after all.

[lilypadlys]

Can’t Get Enough of Your Love

Summary: Cirrus goes into heat. The ghoulettes are dying to get a taste.

Ship: Cirrus/Cumulus/Sunshine/Aurora

Word Count: 903

Rating: Explict, NSFW

Tags: smut, femslash, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, nipple play, vaginal fingering, eating out, transfem Sunshine

A/N: I don’t write enough for the girls much less enough ghoulette smut so I’m trying to fix that. The plan for the rest of February is more ghoulette smut since I haven't had a chance to do the ghoulette appreciation weeks. For now, please enjoy some rare bottom Cirrus and her girls being super in love with her.

Read on AO3 or below the cut

Cirrus doesn’t know how long she’s been here. Minutes? Hours? Days? She can’t even begin to guess how many orgasms have been wrung out of her. Her brain has long since melted and pooled somewhere with her slick on the sheets.

She’s on her back for once, arms limp at her sides. She’s pinned between her girls. The three other ghoulettes have swapped positions many times but right now, Sunshine and Aurora are by either shoulder and Cumulus is nestled between her legs. The two younger ghoulettes nip at and tease Cirrus’ already abused tits, getting them even redder and puffier than she thought possible. Cumulus has her face buried in Cirrus cunt and is doing delicious things with her unglamored tongue.

Cirrus had woken up that morning with a burning need in her gut and sighed resignedly. That insatiable and inescapable desire, characteristic of heats, would soon be all consuming. Everyone could smell it on her at breakfast but knew better than to act first. They would have to wait until Cirrus approached them, otherwise risking her rut fueled ire.

She was able to handle it herself through the morning but it just got worse as the day progressed. She barely managed to make it through band practice; clenching her thighs together almost the entire time in a fruitless attempt to quell the building heat. Now it’s far beyond too much, forcing her to seek the aid of her packmates. Fortunately they are more than willing to assist.

When she shyly sidles up to Cumulus, the air ghoulette gives her a knowing smile and beckons her to follow her to her room. There she finds Sunshine and Aurora already waiting. As soon as the door closed, they pounce; pulling Cirrus’ clothes off and laying her out on the bed. She lets them, putting aside her usual need for control in the face of maddening desire. She knows she’s safe with them. That they’ll take care of her.

Now her lips are swollen and spit slicked. Neck and chest covered in purple marks. Tits red and sore. Thighs dripping with her own slick. Clit throbbing at the slightest touch. Head pleasantly empty. Still, she wants to beg for more. She can’t really utter anything coherent; hasn’t managed to for a while, but her girls understand. They’re nowhere close to done with her either.

Later she’ll get revenge on them for this. Eat Cumulus out like a woman starved. Stroke Sunny’s dick while fingering her open for ages. Drag an orgasm from Aurora through playing with her tits alone. Edge all of them to the brink of insanity and then fuck them silly with her strap. For now though, she’s content to let go. Lay back and feel. Let the ghoulettes take care of her.

Cirrus gasps and bucks her hips as Cumulus replaces her tongue with her fingers and moves her mouth to her clit. It’s intense, the overstimulation of so many orgasms making her so, so sensitive. She chokes in surprise and her eyes roll back as she’s miraculously thrown over the edge, yet again. Aurora purrs praise and filth into her ear in equal measure.

“That’s our good girl. Such a pretty slut for us.”

Cumulus mercifully backs off once Cirrus begins to sob with a fresh wave of overstimulation and gives her the first break she’s had in a while.

“How are you doing, sweet girl?” Cumulus coos, licking Cirrus’ slick from her lips.

Cirrus misses it, still floating on the high of her most recent orgasm. Sunny twists a nipple, just the right side of too rough, to get her attention.

“Lus asked you a question.” She hums.

Cirrus cracks her eyes open best she can. Licks her lips and swallows, trying to get her mouth to form words. “I…I’m g-good-ah!” Just as she almost manages it, Aurora reaches between her legs to pinch her swollen clit. Cirrus yelps with it, eyes slamming shut again as Aurora giggles.

“Still so responsive after all this? I’d say we’ve got a lot more work ahead of us.”

Cirrus pries her lids open in time to catch the grin Aurora flashes her. It’s entirely too toothy to be anything but a threat. She whimpers and nods. “P-please…” She chokes out.

“Please what?” Cumulus purrs. “Can’t help you if you don’t tell us what you need.”

The ghoulettes patiently wait while Cirrus musters the brain power to respond. “Please…m-make me feel good.”

“There you go!” Sunny pats her head. “That wasn’t so hard.”

Says you, Cirrus wants to retort. But she doesn’t get the chance to think much more than that before everyone is switching places. Cumulus moves up to the headboard, pulling Cirrus into her lap and mouthing at her throat. Sunny stays by her side, running grounding touches up and down her torso. Aurora moves down to settle between her legs this time and Cirrus knows she’s in for it. Aurora’s part water. Her gills mean she won’t need to come up for air for a long while.

Aurora giggles as she sees this realization cross Cirrus’ face, and gives her thigh a reassuring pat. “Don’t worry Cir, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Cumulus and Sunshine each get a hand around Cirrus’s thighs, keeping her exposed as Aurora’s mouth descends, latching on to her clit. Cirrus swears she sees stars as Aurora acts on her promise.

[whore-for-murdock]

Can’t You See That You’re Lost Without Me? - Chapter IV

Nameless Ghouls(Ghost band) x Black!OC

Series Summary: Asteria is forced out of her home and old life, but maybe it’s for the better.

Chapter Summary: Asteria is scared for the first time since she arrived at the abby, having walls starting to get broken down always is.

Warnings: Lowkey boring meeting, Asteria probably being dramatic, probably bad writing, and idk what else

I would love and very much appreciate any constructive criticism, please interact (like or comment, reposts if you really want to) if you enjoy. Comment or dm me if you want me to start a taglist.

Mountain and I spend hours under the sycamore tree, talking about everything and nothing all at once. I learn that he plays the drums, his favorite plant is a blue wisteria, and other small things are shared. I tell him that I have a less-than-optimal relationship with my mother, to say the least, not going into full detail or explaining the healing wounds on my face when asked. I also share with him my love of drawing, baking, and rollerblading.

“No way!” I say before laughing loudly.

“I’m serious!” Mountain says through a laugh himself. I laugh to the point that I can barely breathe and begin leaning against Mountain, trying to catch my breath. Throughout our lengthy conversation, we made a lot of progress as he slowly stopped flinching when my hand neared to get where we are now.

“So, you’re telling me that,” I pause, a small giggle escaping my lips, “that you didn’t talk to any of them for three days because he said he doesn’t like the color green?” It wasn’t as funny as our laughter made it seem, but the way he told the story made it seem like the most interesting and, in this case, the funniest thing in the world.

“Well, yeah, it really offended me.” He said looking down at me, my head now calmly resting on his shoulder. I comfortable silence now rests over the garden, I glance up to find him still looking at me, a soft look in his eyes.

His head turns quickly towards the door I came through. I turn my head in that direction to find another ghoul standing stiffly, her hands resting behind her back. The hair on her mask is far more embellished and full compared to the display on Mountain’s.

“It’s time for practice,” she says simply before scurrying inside. Mountain shifts beside me and I quickly lift my head so he could stand. He holds out a hand to help me up and we walk inside together before parting ways.

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I make my way to the dining area, to try and get a midnight snack. I hadn’t even bothered trying to go to sleep for the night. Any attempts would have been fruitless anyway. Before I could make it all the way to some much-desired food, I notice someone sitting by one of the very large windows along the hallway walls.

The slivers of moonlight peeking through the clouds gleam off the silver mask that rests on the person’s face. The ghoul’s head turns to me, and I quickly come to a halt. Vibrant light-blue irises shine from behind their mask. My eyes trail down at their outfit to find more casual, comfortable clothes, compared to the slightly restricting uniform I had seen the ghouls and ghoulettes wearing in the band room. I rack my brain to try and remember how I can identify this ghoul without finding the symbols on their uniforms.

Water Ghouls - Light-blue

The calmest of the ghouls. 

Quickest to form a bond with, even without gifts or trinkets.

Maintain a calm and slow approach, and allow them to accommodate to your general presence before attempting to speak to or even touch them.

I slowly walked to and sat across from the water ghoul in the wide ministry window. I stared out the window with them, watching as it begins to rain, small droplets gliding down the window panes. I stole many glances towards them to find their mask was identical to Mountain’s. We made eye contact a few times, however, he always broke it first, not seeming threatened by my presence or gaze.

Almost an hour had passed before I first spoke.

“Hi,” I whisper, not wanting to disrupt the quiet atmosphere that surrounded us too much. He quickly moves his gaze to me, his eyes analyzing me for a few moments before he responds.

“Hey,” he pauses for a moment or two seeming to gather his thoughts. “I’m Rain.”

“Nice to meet you, Rain,” I say smiling kindly at him. “It’s really pretty tonight, huh?”

“Yeah,” he responds, his focus on the clouds once more. “Why are you up so late? Don’t humans need a full night's sleep?” Curiosity fills his gaze as he turns to me again, however, I continue looking outside and avoid, what seems to be, concern in his eyes.

“Some. I can’t sleep anyways, so I thought I’d wander for a bit.” He hums a response, looking outside once more. Silence settles again as the sky slowly brightens, the time spent here becoming apparent.

“Thanks,” I pause, gathering my thoughts a bit. “For bringing me back here. I have no idea where I would have gone if you hadn’t.”

“It wasn’t a problem. Plus you had passed out, it would’ve been wrong to just leave you there. Speaking of which, how’d you end up out there? With all those injuries?”

I suck in a quick breath, my mind wandering back to my mother and her afflictions towards me. Tears build at my waterline without me realizing as I continue looking up at the sky.

“Sorry, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” he quickly back-tracks so as to not upset me. I blink away the tears once I look at him and smile sadly as the sun slowly peaks out from behind the tree line. I stand, ready to continue my way towards the kitchen. Before I leave, I glance at the ghoul again.

“Oh, uh thank you for yesterday,” I said quietly.

He tilts his head cutely, confusion clouding his gaze.

“For protecting me, when I accidentally set off one of the other ghouls. I appreciate it.” I say, waiting before walking off to gauge his reaction.

His gaze scans my face thoroughly, his eyes conveying an emotion I can't decipher about what he was feeling. He glances away as though to gather his thoughts.

“I didn’t want anything else to happen to you after how we found you. Out in the woods,” he turns his eyes back to me, the look in his eyes now registering as protective and care, something I have seen very rarely. 

My cheeks heat up at his word, his voice dripping with care, a truly foreign substance to me. I duck my head and hurry down the hall, continuing on to find the kitchen, not exactly knowing how to process, let alone respond to his words.

Once a fair distance away, I slow to a moderate pace, realizing that I might get close to people here, the ghouls especially, and that scares me.

[xximperioxx]

All Those Sleepless Nights

Aether Ghoul x GN! Reader

I love this beefy ghoul with my whole soul

Warnings: none! Just angsty and fluffy , mentions of depression , I mention picking at fingers really quick like super quick (just adding this as a warning just in case)

Word count: 1.3k

I had a fem reader in mind but I guess I didn’t use any pronouns or anything so it’s now a GN reader! Yay!! If you do notice anything pls let me know and I’ll change it right away!

Also when I was writing this, I wrote based on my experience with depression so please understand everyone has different experiences when dealing with hard times.

Anyways! Much love to everyone and I hope you enjoy! <3

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You had tried so hard to not let the ghouls absence get to you. You took walks, helped out in the kitchens, helped with events, and even asked Sister Imperator if she needed help with anything. You were desperate at this point and Sister Imperator could easily see what was going on and decided to give you some tasks to complete around the abbey. They were meaningless tasks but the Sister wouldn’t dare tell you that right now. You appreciated them as it allowed you to keep your mind off of the ghouls. You missed all of the ghouls. You missed how Swiss would sneak around and scare you or pull pranks on Dewdrop with him. You missed how excited the ghoulettes were every time they saw you and how all of you could talk for hours. You missed running into Rain in the library and talking about your favorite books. You missed Aether. Oh satan how you missed him. You missed his gentle kisses as well as his rough kisses, his hugs and cuddles. How his body melted with yours. Granted, you were much smaller than his beefy body and he towered over you but he felt like home. You missed how you could be your true self around him and how he felt comfortable to be around you. You loved him for the ghoul he is. Horns, claws, and all - he was your ghoul. You kept telling yourself it was just a couple months but it was starting to feel like an eternity.

You started to feel the toll. You could barely sleep. Each night was getting tougher to fall asleep. Sure, you had plenty of friends in the abbey but you felt so alone. It was like you couldn’t shut off your mind at night. And the one ghoul who would know how to cheer you up wasn’t here. Your roommates began to notice your sleep schedule and gave you nothing but sympathetic looks. Frowning, as they noticed when you did fall asleep, how you would stir and whimper. Like a nightmare was constantly haunting you.

It wasn't until Sister Imperator saw how dark the bags under your eyes were getting and forced you to go back to bed, you finally realized. You felt embarrassed how much the ghouls' absence was getting to you. After that day, you developed the lack of motivation to get out of bed and be productive. Sister didn’t ask for your presence as she knew what it was like- not having the love of your life around and the damage it can cause but the older woman didn’t like to speak of it, so she left you be. You were afraid people would judge you for the way you were acting. Over dramatic. Depressed. Clingy.

You had lost track of the days.

One night you couldn’t ignore the ache in your stomach any longer and forced yourself out of bed to go to the kitchens. You snuck away quietly, not wanting to wake your roommates. The abbey was still except for Papa’s rats who roamed at night.

Munching on a banana you stole, you found yourself wandering the halls. With eyes wide, you had noticed you nearly finished the fruit. Stopping, you laugh at yourself as you imagined Aether telling you how proud he was of you for finishing it and how he would make a stupid comment about there actually being bananas in the kitchen since he wasn’t there to eat them all. The thoughts bring a smile to your face. A real smile, not a forced one you had been using around your roommates.

You looked up at the stained glass window in front of you. The silence was deafening but calming. The moon’s glow seeping through the colored glass puts you at ease. You allowed yourself to take a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. You decide to keep walking to hopefully tire you more.

Without realizing you had found yourself at the stairs to the dungeon where the ghouls live. The thought of Aether’s bed had suddenly become very appealing. You look around you to ensure no one was watching before you ascended down the stairs quietly. You appeared at the quintessence ghoul’s room with ease after going there so much. You had avoided the thought of coming to Aether’s room for some time because you were unsure how it was going to make you feel but it didn’t matter. How worse was this going to make you? The answer was it didn’t matter. You were already sad enough.

You immediately felt a sense of comfort wash over you as you entered the room. You take in the ghoul’s musky,foggy scent. You can’t help but smile. A yawn escapes your mouth as you kick off your shoes and crawl into his bed. Your mind barely had time to begin to overthink as you had fallen asleep, curled up under his blanket.

You had spent the last few days in Aether’s room because quite frankly, it made you feel better. You felt yourself getting better. You even took a shower which shouldn’t be a big deal but it is!

You sat on the bed, brushing your hair as you hummed a tune that your ghoul often played for you on his guitar. You were so caught up in yourself you didn’t hear the door open or hear the guitar case hit the ground.

“Darling?”

The voice causes you to stop what you were doing and look up.

Your eyes widen with joy, “Aether!”

Without thinking, you crawled over to the edge of the before leaping into his arms. He grunts at the force. You can’t help the tears that escape as you hug him tighter. He lifts you up from the bed fully causing you to wrap your legs around him. His hands lay on your ass as he gives it a gentle squeeze. A smile hasn’t left your face.

He hears you sniffle and lets out a chuckle which you can feel against his chest. “I’m here now, (Y/N). I promise I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

You pull your head away from his neck and wipe some of the tears away with a smile. Looking down at his lips, you give him an urgent kiss which he responds to immediately. You pull away after a few moments before remembering he still had his mask on. You gently take it off before tossing it on the floor. You didn’t care what if Papa yelled at you. Your grin widens as you caress his face, “My handsome ghoul,” you whisper as you press kisses all over his face and finally his lips.

“Ugh, that’s disgusting.” The voice of the fire ghoul comes from the doorway before he walks away.

Your smile turns into a scowl, backing your face away from Aether’s face, you both yell out, “Fuck off, Dewdrop!”

Aether let you down slowly after that and shut the door but not before pressing a kiss to your forehead. He guides you back to the bed and pulls you on top of him and immediately wraps his arms back around you. He rubs circles into your back. Sharing a few more kisses, you beg him to talk about the tour. You dismissed the question about yourself and said that you could talk about yourself tomorrow when all you wanted to do is listen to him. He began to run his fingers through your combed hair, talking about the amount of times dewdrop threw guitar picks at him on stage. The two of you laid like that for hours only you had fallen asleep on him after the first story. The ghoul beneath you could tell from the bags under your eyes and your picked-at fingers that the last few months were rough on you. It had been rough for him as well and decided that for the next tour, he would ask Papa if his mate could tag along. For now, he was just going to hold you close.

It had been the best sleep the two of you had gotten in months.

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Survival of the Solstice - 2

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They should’ve known better.

Known that the Ghouls weren’t satisfied with their last equinox, being stuffed on a bus for hours with excess energy and nothing to do, nothing to torment, nothing to dig and scratch their claws at like they did at the abbey. Surely they roughhoused and found creative ways to dispel some of their discomfort, but it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the same without the huge halls to roam, room to thrash at each other and release pent-up aggression, to be coaxed and lulled into the warmth and gentleness of the Sisters’ care until they all slept soundly in a mass of sated bodies.

And now Adelaide and Delilah stood stone still, with Dewdrop’s sharp claws prickling into the leather of their jackets, his chin resting between the small divot their shoulders made as they were held side-by-side.

“Oh yeah…?” Adelaide dared to speak first, albeit much softer than she had anticipated - her voice betrayed her. She didn’t know what to expect in response and it most certainly wasn’t the Ghoul pressing his body up against their backs, his rumbling so deep and reverberating she could feel it through the thickness of her jacket; Delilah’s sharp, little inhale told the Sister she had felt it, too.

“Oh yes,” the demon continued, his attention on the brunette on his left. “You both always spoil us so nicely…”  He tilted his head and brushed his horn and cheek along Addie’s shoulder and his amber-eyed gaze was turned up at her. He couldn’t see her expression with the mask blocking his view, but he didn’t mind; he could smell her, feel her, practically taste her, and he wanted more - they all wanted more. He turned his head and brushed the tip of his nose against the collar of her jacket and up until he felt the smooth skin of the column of her neck, lingering to take in the sweet sensation of her racing pulse so close to his lips, to his teeth, which he gritted tightly. He continued upward, over her tightened jaw and along the shell of her ear, his exhaling breath hot like a fire and he let out a throaty chuckle when she sighed shakily under her breath. “… Being without you is torture.”

Claws scraped against the ground as the other Ghouls shifted around Dewdrop and the captive Sisters, some impatient rumbles escaping some of the demons as they yearned for their own turns.

“We’re… we’re here now…” Delilah sounded sheepish, all confidence walking into the den left back at the threshold that split the wings. The Ghouls seemed appreciative of her words as they purred in delight, and she could make out the higher pitched hums from the Ghoulettes. Her breath hitched in her throat as Dew’s attention was now suddenly on herself, nuzzling his face along her ear and jaw, his skin hot and smooth against hers. “… You know we won’t leave you…”

Dewdrop used his nose to trail down the blonde’s neck, reveling in the fact that her heartbeat raced even faster than her partner’s. His grip tightened all the more, deepening the tips of his nails into the worn leather and he so desperately wanted to rip it shreds; he wouldn’t, of course, as he didn’t want a ration of shit for ruining their beloved outerwear. “Mmmm, I should hope not...” Without the use of his hands to aid him, he used his nose to push as much of the collar down as he could to try and brush over the sensitive crook of her neck, right where he knew he could make her crumple at the touch.

Patience, however, was not Dew’s strong suit and when her collar refused to cooperate, he resorted to his go-to: his mouth. Teeth bared, the Ghoul went to latch onto the jacket collar but with a bit of an overzealous motion, caught the soft skin of the Sister’s neck in the process. He smelled blood, hot and metallic, in an instant - everything else, however, felt as if it happened in slow motion. The surprised cry of pain from Delilah, and sudden and sharp blow to the stomach from her elbow thrusting backward into him. His grip loosened from the Sisters in an instant to grasp his own self as he doubled over and hissed through his teeth, head tucked down toward the ground as he tried to regain composure and grasp what the hell just happened. The Sisters, being the veterans they were, didn’t hesitate for longer than a moment - they shoved through the momentarily stunned Ghouls and ran. Dew’s head snapped up to spot the women as they rushed away, his face contorted in blind fury as he roared, “ADELAIDE… DELILAH…!”                                                         _____ “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…”

Adelaide’s back was against a stone wall, the cooling sensation doing absolutely nothing to calm her pounding heart and panting breaths. She wasn’t even sure which direction they ran, only that it was away from the talons of some very overstimulated demons. “Fuck!” she hissed to herself, daring a quick glance down at Delilah who was crouched to the ground and digging rapidly through her satchel. “What happened?!”

“I don’t… I don’t know… I just…” The other Sister yanked out a small makeup bag and unzipped it without care, pulling out a small square package and tearing it open to retrieve the pre-moistened towelette inside. She pressed it to the mark at her neck and looked up at Addie’s bewildered stare. “… Dew bit me and I… I freaked and I elbowed him…”

“Dewdrop bit you? And you elbowed him?”

“It wasn’t on purpose! And I don’t think he meant to bite, I was just so startled, I…”

Addie slid down the wall to be at the same level with the other woman, squatting on her calves. She wasn’t mad - she could never be mad for something like that. She ripped her mask off of her face and let it clatter as it hit the ground, not the least bit concerned if it became dinged up in the process. She needed to make sure her partner was alright as she reached out with caring hands to take over. “Can I look?”

Delilah nodded, but paused as the sound of snarls and growls echoed through the hall. The sound far enough away which meant the Ghouls hadn’t discovered their location - yet. It also meant they hadn’t left their wing, and they most likely wouldn’t; they weren’t interested in causing mayhem in the abbey when the prizes they sought were here within their own living space. “We’re gonna have to move soon…”

“I know, I know,” her voice continued to stay hushed but sympathetic as she watched Delilah lowered the towelette from her neck. It wasn’t the worst, more so a nasty gash than an actual puncture, but she was sure it burned like the coals roasting in hell when the cold wetness of alcohol touched the skin. “Just let me look…” She gingerly pried the moist cloth from her partner’s hand and dabbed around the wound, wincing herself at the idea of the sensation. The other Sister was a damn trooper, only flinching slightly while keeping her attention on the situation unfolding just a little ways away from them. “Well, I don’t think you’re going to die."

Delilah whined in response, shooting the other woman a sideways, unamused glance.

“Want me to bandage it, at least?”

“I don’t think we have time,” came the reply, as more noises sounded off down the hall; it sounded like a pained yelp, the scrabbling of claws on stone, more thrashing and a plethora of guttural noises. “They’re already restless enough…” She turned her attention back to Addie and offered a little smile, albeit hidden, and her hand for them both to help themselves back up to their feet.

Delilah was right: time was most certainly not on their side.                                                                                              _____

“There you are…”

Like masterful weavers of shadows, Cirrus, Cumulus, and Sunshine quietly crowded into the opening that the humans were using as a makeshift hiding spot, causing the two women to visibly startle at the realization that they had been discovered. It was Cirrus who made the first move, stepping up behind Delilah and taking the side of her head in her grasp to carefully maneuver it to her liking: tilted to the side to expose the wound on the Sister’s neck. She tsked softly, gently, and exhaled slowly through her nose. “Did the gremlin do this?” She didn’t wait for a response; they all knew the answer. “That absolute idiot."

“He doesn’t know how to enjoy the simple pleasures,” Cumulus spoke up as she stepped by Cirrus, opting to slide her arms around Addie’s right arm and leaning in to rub her cheek on her shoulder. “He just has to rub his scent on everything like he owns it all.”  

“Are you okay? ” It was Sunshine, who had snuck her way up to Addie’s left side, wrapping her arms around the woman’s middle and resting her chin on her shoulder to stare up at the human. A freshly summoned demon - clueless to what these ‘sun phases’ were - she followed the other Ghoulettes’ leads and snuggled up with absolute affection, a hum of delight forming at her lips as Addie’s left arm slipped around her from behind; she wrapped her tail around the woman’s wrist loosely. “Both of you?”

Cirrus leaned forward over Delilah’s shoulder, her expression almost firm and with concern. She watched Delilah nod, but it wasn’t enough for her - she took the tips of her claws and lifted the Sister’s mask partially up, until the woman gave a little 'yes, ma’am’ and finished removing it for the demon. “Ah, there’s your lovely face,” she crooned and stroked the front of her knuckles along the blonde’s cheek. “You’re really alright? Truthfully?”

Flustered didn’t even begin to describe Delilah as her cheeks flushed instantly hot with color. She made no mistake, she knew Ghoulettes were not to be underestimated, but it was so hard not to let butterflies flutter in her tummy at their genuine concerns. “I am - truthfully. Part of the job, y'know?” This answer seemed to appease the demon, who gave her cheek another gentle stroke.

“And he didn’t bite you, Addie, right?” Cumulus raised a hand and traced her fingertips carefully along Adelaide’s neck as the woman shook her head, taking a moment to tuck her brunette locks back behind her ear. Her touch continued, pursing her lips with concentration as her fingers went up along her jaw and cheek - free from any of Dew’s teeth marks on this side. “Good. I guess we won’t have to hurt him too much.”

“Nothing on this side, Cumulus,” Sunshine chirped. “You made it out unscathed, Sister!”

“For now,” Delilah joked, which faded off distractedly as Cirrus nosed the column of her neck, the same side Dew had also rubbed against. Where the Ghoul was excited and almost frantic, Cirrus was slow and lingering, even as she placed the softest of kisses along the mark and took the Sister by the waist at the same time. “That’s… ah…”

“You smell of rubbing alcohol,” Cirrus flicked her forked tongue over the bite mark and just under the Sister’s collar, her grip tightening when the woman shuddered audibly in response. The disinfectant had left a strange and unpleasant taste on the skin, but she wasn't too terribly bothered, not with such sweet reactions like that... “I don't blame you; I’d want to clean his nasty saliva off of me, as well.” Another chaste kiss to her heated skin and the Ghoulette stood up straight, patting Delilah’s hips affectionately. “Alright, my darlings, since one is unharmed and the only partially scathed, I think our job here is done... For the time being.”

“I don’t think I can move…”

“Can I just… stay here? With these two?”

“Oooh, I’d like that…" Sunshine shimmied in closer to Addie, her arms tightening around her.

“As much as I’d enjoy keeping you four all to myself, I don’t want to hear the complaining because we ‘didn’t share’,” Cirrus replied with a dramatic sigh. “The boys are so needy." She gave Sunshine and Cumulus a sympathetic purr as they sighed and reluctantly dropped their arms and tail from Addie (they did sneak in a peck to each cheek), releasing her own Sister from her hold. A hand reached out toward Delilah’s satchel, pausing for a moment before asking, “may I, Sister?”  

“After you made my legs feel like jello, Cirrus?” The blonde let out a breathy laugh, which Addie also snickered along at. “And now you ask for permission? To take my chocolates?”

She had a valid point, the tall Ghoulette had to give her that. “True… but if you reward us, we’ll gladly reward you both later.”

Deal.                                                          _____

The goods handed over, the three Ghoulettes were ready to head back to their den in preparation for the end of the night’s festivities. But it wasn’t without one more moment of teasing, Cirrus giving both Sisters a firm, squeezing smack to their backsides. “Oh, and one more thing… I’d get moving, if I were you two.”

It was then that it struck the women - how eerily quiet the wing had become without the gnashing and snarling of the other Ghouls fighting amongst themselves. If they weren’t fighting, they were looking. Hunting.

“I believe they’ve found you.”

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