#ifrit x aether

[miasmaghoul]

Heat of the Moment

Rating: E

Pairing: Ifrit/Aether

Word Count: 2.7k

Contains: transmasc Aether (use of cunt/clit/cock and tits for his anatomy), heat/rut cycles, masturbation, rough sex, biting/marking, multiple orgasms, knotting, heavy breeding/impregnation kink and mostly implied quintessence fuckery.

Ifrit has a problem.

He'd woken with a sharp gasp, had rolled out of bed sweaty, tense all over and so hard his sleep pants threatened to split at the seams. Still sleep heavy and dazed but filled with an urgency he would know anywhere, three humps against his palm was all it had taken for him to spill with a rough grunt. He'd watched the stain soak into his pants with barely cracked eyes, groaning deep in his chest. He'd given his smooth sack a nice squeeze, still-hard cock throbbing, and with a deep sigh Ifrit had pulled it out over his waistband. 

The beginnings of swelling at the base told him everything he needed to know. 

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Ifrit has a problem.

He'd woken with a sharp gasp, had rolled out of bed sweaty, tense all over and so hard his sleep pants threatened to split at the seams. Still sleep heavy and dazed but filled with an urgency he would know anywhere, three humps against his palm was all it had taken for him to spill with a rough grunt. He'd watched the stain soak into his pants with barely cracked eyes, groaning deep in his chest. He'd given his smooth sack a nice squeeze, still-hard cock throbbing, and with a deep sigh Ifrit had pulled it out over his waistband. 

The beginnings of swelling at the base told him everything he needed to know. 

It's been just over an hour since then, and he's made it as far as the shower. The water's long since gone cold, raising goosebumps as it trails over his skin, but Ifrit doesn't care. He's burning from the inside out, leaning heavy against the tiled wall and panting through grit teeth. Tugging at himself with both hands, pausing only long enough to squeeze the burgeoning bulb of his knot. Ifrit's hips move in mindless ruts as he chases the white rabbit that is his orgasm; it's the fourth one so far, each one harder to reach than the last, and he hunches as his stomach clenches. So much pressure built up inside, hot claws dug deep into his guts, he's already close to rubbing himself raw. Ifrit hisses as he polishes the head, and finally, finally feels the dam start to give.

The images flying through his brain make little sense, bright bursts of skin and sweat and the glorious sound of flesh meeting flesh. Every orgasm clears some of the haze, brings him closer to discovering what, exactly, his rut wants this time around, but Ifrit can never be sure just how many it'll take.

“Fuck, c'mon, fuck,” he rasps, voice lost in the rush of the water. He grips himself tight and fucks his fists, eyes clamped shut and mind racing. His heats are always frantic, always demanding, but Ifrit knows the load he's about to blow won't fix that. There's only one thing that will, and all he can do is hope that this release is the one that brings him the clarity he so desperately needs.

“Oh shit.” 

Ifrit gasps, head lolling forward as his balls draw up. He clenches his jaw so hard it cracks, toes curling against the tile, and with a drawn out groan everything goes white.

As he shoots all over the shower door, thighs twitching, a truly divine image burns itself into his addled mind. One of plush thighs, kiss-bitten lips and a decidedly round belly.

“Aether.”

Ifrit has a problem, and now he knows just how to fix it. 

He barely dries off, just towels his shaggy hair with shaking hands and stumbles to his closest while he has the presence of mind to dress himself. It won't last long, he knows from experience, but he manages to throw on a tank top (backwards) and a pair of basketball shorts from his workout shelf before the itch settles in again. Ifrit tucks his aching length up against his stomach, and cannot possibly be bothered to check if the shorts hide the ridiculous bulge he's sporting. 

The walk to Aether's room isn't one he remembers, but the next thing Ifrit knows he's pounding on a door that certainly isn't his own. He can smell his prize straight through the wood, stronger than usual, and Ifrit thinks if he has to wait a second longer to get what he wants then he'll just break the fucking thing down and take it.

The lock tumbles, the hinges creak, and the only reason Ifrit doesn't storm right in is because of the hand that grips his tank.

“Finally,” Aether growls, dragging him bodily inside. Ifrit trips over something unseen, catches himself on a bed post. “What the fuck took you so long?” 

The tone of it, the ferocity, slaps a little sense back into Ifrit's rut-dumb mind. He fixes Aether with a scowl, chest heaving, and finds the other ghoul looking as crazed as he feels. He's sweaty, the hair coating his chest and belly matted with it, every inch of his very much naked body flushed and quivering. Ifrit's gaze catches between his legs, hones in on the throbbing, ruddy length of his fat little cock and the glistening slick already coating his thighs. His nostrils flare, soaking in Aether's scent, and somehow it smells like - 

“I said,” Aether snaps, licking his lips, “what the fuck took you -”

Ifrit snarls, crosses the distance between them and pins Aether to the door before he can finish, crushing their mouths together in what can only technically be called a kiss. It's brutal, sharp and starved and wholly desperate. Aether moans into it anyway, digging his claws into Ifrit's biceps and drawing out a hiss. He bites Aether's lip in retaliation, getting a handful of his hair and yanking his head away. They're both panting, and the sight of Aether licking the blood from his lip makes Ifrit feel more than a little insane. 

“You're in heat,” he manages to bite out, shoving his face into the crook of Aether's neck and sucking down his intoxicating scent. It's sweet but bitter, sharp but smooth - too good to be true. “How are you -”

“Your fault,” Aether spits, getting both hands on Ifrit's broad chest and shoving him away, forcing him to stumble back to the bed. Aether gets a hand on his throat and pushes him to the mattress, straddling his waist and giving Ifrit a nice eyeful of his dripping cunt in the process. “Could smell your rut coming last night,” he rasps, grabbing the collar of Ifrit's shirt and tearing it straight down the middle. “You set me off.” 

Ifrit doesn't know what that means, nor does he have the presence of mind to care. Especially not when Aether grips his pecs, rocking his hips just enough to drag his stubby clit over Ifrit's abs. The shiny trail he leaves behind makes Ifrit's vision tunnel, and he reaches up to grope Aether's chest. It's fuller than usual, his tits firm and obviously tender judging by Aether's gasp and they way he shudders when Ifrit tweaks his puffy nipples.

“Fuck, If,” he breathes, shuffling back just enough to grind against Ifrit's clothed cock. The heat of him is maddening, and Ifrit's eyes cross. “Need it in me, need you to -”

He doesn't have the chance to finish before Ifrit knocks him off balance, and in a flash Aether's pinned to the mattress with his ass in the air. Ifrit keeps him there with one hand on the back of his neck, the other shoving down his own shorts.

“Shut the fuck up.” Ifrit swears to himself when he finally gets a hand on his cock, the thing now gone angry red and leaking all over. “I'll decide what you need.”

Aether does not argue. Instead, he works himself into a deep arch, watching Ifrit over his shoulder and huffing into the sheets. He reaches back to spread himself open, needy cunt winking and already begging to be filled. Ifrit growls as he grips himself, dragging the head through Aether's slippery folds. The wet sound of it fills the room, makes him dizzy, and the punched out sound Aether makes when he lines up only makes it worse. 

“Kiss it,” Ifrit demands. The other ghoul makes a fascinating sound, something between a moan and a whimper, and when he feels Aether's entrance clench against his tip his eyes roll. “Good boy.” 

He pushes in without another word, gripping Aether's soft hips as he splits him open. Aether howls through it, grabbing at his own hair and babbling nonsense with every thick inch that stretches him. They're both gasping by the time the swell of his knot meets Aether's cunt, his thighs trembling and Ifrit's stomach flexing. Despite the torturous pressure between his legs, Ifrit leans down and rests his forehead between Aether's sweaty shoulder blades. Gives them both a moment to adjust.

Aether doesn't give him the chance, clamping down around him and sucking air through his fangs at the sting it provides. 

“Don't make me wait any more,” he slurs into the bed, reaching back to grab at Ifrit's thighs. “Give it to me, you have to -”

Ifrit sinks his fangs into Aether's shoulder, into a spot already scarred with past marks, and Aether goes limp beneath him. 

“I know what you need,” Ifrit rumbles, licking at the new punctures. He drags his tongue over scalding skin, up Aether's throat and dipping it into his pointed ear. Aether makes a gurgling sound, and Ifrit throbs. He pushes himself upright, pulls out until just the head sits inside, and braces himself with one foot on the mattress. “But you're not gettin’ it until I say so.”

He slams back in all at once, knocks the air out of the ghoul before him, and doesn't hesitate to start up a rhythm of deep, driving thrusts. Doesn't so much as pause when Aether tenses around him, shuddering and moaning almost immediately through the first of who knows how many orgasms Ifrit will wring out of him. It's mindless, animalistic and urgent on both of their parts. Feral in a way Ifrit has never experienced - he knows how this will end, what his bestial nature demands, and every time his fat knot meets Aether's wicked body he feels one specific urge grow. 

On instinct, Ifrit's hands move from Aether's hips. Sliding forward to clutch the soft swell of his stomach - massaging, kneading, like he's trying to feel himself deep inside. The same image that had flashed through his mind in the shower resurfaces, clear as day, and Ifrit pauses on a forward thrust to grind his knot in just a little deeper. He barely notices Aether wailing through another release, despite the flood of slick that drips down his balls and pools on the sheets, too caught up in his single minded need to -

“Gonna look so good,” he grunts, broad palms settling low on Aether's belly. “Fuck, you're gonna look amazing all stuffed full.”

Aether chokes out something like a curse, pained and pitchy, but he untangles a hand from the blanket anyway. Shoves it between his legs, past Ifrit's groping hands, to rub at his most assuredly sore little cock. Shaking fingers graze the underside of his knot and Ifrit's knees quake.

“Say it,” Aether begs, voice thin. “Say...s-say you'll - oh shit, fuck, cumming!” 

He buries his face in the sheets as he falls apart yet again, sloppy cunt working to pull more of Ifrit inside him. Craving the stretch of his knot, the impossible fullness that will come with it. Ifrit cants his hips, biting the inside of his cheek and pressing harder on Aether’s belly. He knows just what the other ghoul needs to hear.

“Gonna fill you up,” he huffs, the urgency inside building to fever pitch. “Right here,” he digs his fingertips in deep, and Aether lets out a pleasured sob. 

“Please,” he just barely manages, voice cracking as he tries to shove himself back onto the knot he yearns for. Halfway inside now, Ifrit's whole body twitches, and he knows he's reached his limit.

He drapes himself over Aether's back, jabbing at that one spot deep inside that makes the other ghoul shake and drool, and breathes hot against his ear.

“Gonna knock you up,” he snarls, and Aether gets so much tighter. Ifrit's balls draw up close, heavy and full and in dire need of emptying. “Gonna give you every last one of my pups, fuck -”

It's impossible and he knows it, a delusional desire that manages to drive away every ounce of reason and replaces it with a dull buzzing that sounds an awful lot like take, take, take. Ifrit humps away like an eager dog, pushing in deeper and deeper, scrabbling at Aether's sides. He can feel the rush of his rut reaching its crescendo, the highest high, blinding pleasure that promises to leave him as wrecked as the ghoul beneath him.

“Tell me what you need,” he orders, thrusts going stilted and erratic, and Aether's stubble scratches his cheek when he turns his head. The nonstop clenching of his slick walls would be enough all on its own, but Ifrit can't help himself. “Tell me, tell me.”

“Make me a mommy,” Aether whimpers, and with a distant roar and a slick pop Ifrit's world goes dark.

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It's ages before he comes back to himself, the room gone still and silent save for some gentle, even breathing. He doesn't recall moving, but they're on their sides now. Ifrit's spooned up against Aether's back with one arm slung around his waist - Aether's holding his hand, he realizes in a delayed sort of way, and Ifrit can't help his soft chuff of delight. He hums to himself, nuzzling the back of Aether's neck and pressing a kiss to his damp hairline. 

“I know you're awake, big guy,” he coos, tracking more little kisses over to the already bruising bite mark he'd left earlier. “You're not snoring.”

Aether lets out an exaggerated honk-shoo and Ifrit snorts. It quickly morphs into a hiss when Aether wiggles against him, tugging at the place where they're still tied together. Ifrit presses his face into the juncture of his throat, and Aether starts to purr.

“That was wild,” Ifrit rasps. His throat feels so raw, voice strained, and he wonders what noise he made to cause it. Maybe Aether will pour the memory into his head later if he asks nicely. He props his chin on the other ghoul's shoulder. “How're you feelin’?”

A vague gurgling sound is the answer he gets, and Ifrit takes that as a good sign. He lets the silence blanket them once more, until Aether brings the hand on his stomach to his lips. He kisses Ifrit's knuckles one by one, lacing their fingers together and sighing happily.  

“I'm so glad it worked,” he mumbles, a certain sleepy giddiness in his voice. Ifrit raises a eyebrow where he can't see it. 

“Huh? What worked?” 

“Omega's heat trick,” Aether replies, tracing a vein in Ifrit's hand with his thumb. “I didn't think it would.”

Ifrit frowns at the back of his head, but doesn't move more than that. His knot will take ages to go down, and dislodging it now would suck for both of them. 

“Trick?” Aether nods. “What trick?”

The quiet laugh the other ghoul lets out does funny things to Ifrit's insides. Like a chill, but in his blood.

“You think it was your idea to breed me?”

Aether squeezes his hand, and all of a sudden the image that had haunted him since the shower flashes through his mind; Aether on his back, legs held up and open, his wrecked hole leaking and belly already swollen as he begs for another litter. 

It's gone in a blink, and Ifrit gawps at the back of his head. Aether yawns, holding Ifrit's hand against his belly again and giving his knot a squeeze that makes Ifrit yip. He can feel some of his cum slip out around it, and the thought of Aether being so full he's overflowing makes his head spin. He grips tighter around Aether's soft middle, and if he didn't know better Ifrit would swear he's gotten a little bigger.

“How…what…” 

“Sometimes a goodnight kiss isn't just a goodnight kiss.” 

Aether says it in a playful tone, and Ifrit isn't mentally present enough to do more than stare at him. The gears in his head chug along, and the memory of soft lips pressed to his temple the night before floats through his mind. It had come with a faint tingly sensation, one that he'd written off as something like static.

That same tingly feeling flows into his palm now, creeping up his arm to wrap around his brainstem, and Ifrit as feels his eyelids droop Aether laughs.  

“Now let me rest,” he mumbles, hunkering down into his pillow. “I've got pups to grow.”

Ifrit's out like a light before he can respond, but even in sleep his cock pulses. 

[endless-weightless]

Nameless Ghoul NSFW headcanons

Got Ghost tickets and now I’m gonna be autistic about this band. Also kinda on the shorter side because I’m SO BUSY rn but the autism will pull me through 💪

CHARACTERS: Swiss, Rain, Sodo, Aether, Mountain, Phantom, Omega, Ifrit

TAGS: Smut, reader insert, BDSM, monsterfucking?, afab and amab!reader, lingerie, marking, switch!reader I guess?, switch!Swiss, soft dom!Mountain, mean dom!Omega

🌙Swiss

Kinky. We know this. He’s willing to try just about anything you’re comfortable with.

His personal favourite kinky things include bondage, spanking, gags, some dynamic play, marking and a sprinkle of dacryphilia.

He’s such a power switch and I will not listen to anyone who disagrees. Sometimes he wants to dick you down and sometimes he wants to be dicked down. Is that too much to ask for?

REALLY FUCKING LOUD. If you’re making him feel good he’s letting everyone know.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck~ baby if you don’t slow down I’ll cum- fuck!”

Has absolutely no shame walking around covered in hickeys, bite marks and scratches.

Swiss gets unbelievably horny when you touch his horns, like something in him snaps when you touch them.

Prefers cumming on you rather than inside you, like you’re a canvas and he’s the painter.

Don’t bully him he’ll cum :(

Nah but seriously, if you call him a slut at least once and pull his hair he’ll absolutely melt.

🌙Rain

Pretty vanilla compared to Swiss, but has his kinky moments.

Prefers sex to be romantic, so expect lots of kisses and hand holding.

Speaking of hand holding, he squeezes your hand when he cums. He just loves you so much and you’re making him feel so good.

Has cried on one or more occasions. It could be because he’s so in love or maybe because he just has a really sensitive cock-

Absolutely adores fucking in the shower or even outside in the rain. He loves it when you two are both in tune with his element and it just makes him feel safe being in water.

Doesn’t let out pornographic moans but rather soft gasps and grunts and if you’re really fucking him good then he’ll start whimpering the closer he gets to cumming.

Speaking of cum, he loves cumming in you and just having you cockwarm him (or the other way around). He also moans an “I love you” when he does so.

“I love you so much darling- oh satan.”

Always looks so goddamn pretty when he’s all fucked out and exhausted.

🌙Mountain

My fav ghoul 💜

Gives me soft dom vibes, but not crazy on kink or bdsm.

He’s fucking huge and uses it to his advantage.

Likes watching you squirm when taking him. The bastard will just watch you struggle as you try to fit all of his length in you while he just sits there doing fuck all.

Loves watching you ride him. If you have tits he’s automatically hypnotised by then jiggling as you bounce on his cock.

If you get too tired or overstimulated to keep riding him he’ll instantly flip you over so he’s on top of you and he’ll just pound into you at whatever pace you need.

Mostly grunts when you two are fucking, but he isn’t shy about moaning in your ear when he cums.

So much praise. Like a fuck ton of it.

“Look at you, taking me so well. You’re doing such a good job.

If you’re ever stressed he’ll instantly suggest a solution that involves his face buried between your thighs for the next hour or so.

Endless cuddles when you two are finished. He’ll have you wrapped in his arms until you’ve fallen asleep.

🌙Omega

Good LORD those fingers.

Mean dom. So mean :( (but very rewarding when he thinks you’ve been on your best behaviour)

I reckon he’s pretty well versed in the bdsm and kink world. Maybe even to the point where bdsm is part of his actual lifestyle outside of sex.

Fucks you absolutely silly and then mocks you when you’re too overstimulated to say a full coherent sentence.

If he’s feeling too lazy to actually fuck you or he’s busy he’ll beckon you over to him and have you sit on his lap while he fingers you into oblivion or jacks you off until you’re shooting blanks.

Goes feral when you moan his name, or just say anything along the lines of you belonging to him.

Cums where he wants, as long as you’re comfortable with it.

Not incredibly loud unless you’re sucking him off, then he’s getting a little slutty because he knows how turned on it gets you.

“Oh yeah~ use your tongue just like that darling. Fuck .”

He LOVES bending you over and pounding into you until you’re crying. He’ll even give your ass the occasional slap and moan an “atta girl/boy”.

🌙Sodo

Every time you moan his full name “Sodomiser” he instantly starts panting like a fucking dog.

Gets progressively hornier the more you feed his ego.

Likes nipping at your neck and wrapping his tail around your thigh when you’re fucking.

He tries stay quiet but ultimately ends up a whimpering mess when he cums. He doesn’t even have to be subbing, he just kinda whimpers regardless 🤷‍♀️

I feel like if you were about to suck him off he’d lightly slap you in the face with his dick because he thinks it’s hot 😭

Let you use a vibrator on him one time and he came so hard he was scared to let you use it on him again. He uses it on himself occasionally though.

“Nonono wait don’t turn it up I’ll- ngh~”

Like Swiss he loves cumming on you, bonus points if it’s your chest, ass or face.

One time you pulled his tail during sex and he let out such a load and sinful moan you had to pause before going back to fucking and then teasing him because of it.

🌙Aether

He’s hot and he knows it, the cheeky bastard.

Likes it when you caress his muscles. Fair enough though, if I was that buff I’d want everyone to touch my big strong biceps-

He loves just randomly picking you up and manhandling you.

If you’re a pillow princess or prince you’re in luck because he’ll do all of the work as long as he gets to hear you whimper his name and look at your pretty face.

His favourite thing to do is to buy you lingerie and the rip it off hours later. Sometimes if he’s feeling a bit silly n goofy he’ll buy it one or two sizes too small so he gets to see your tits and/or ass spill out.

Prefers cumming in you but doesn’t mind, as long as you’re satisfied.

Can and will fuck you standing up and it’s very scary because WHO THE FUCK HAS SEX STANDING-

He’s mostly quiet, but still very verbal if that makes sense. He moans a lil and also lets out these like sighs? Idk how to explain it but just know he’s enjoying himself 😭.

“Mm you look so- fuck, good like this.”

🌙Phantom

He’s like a very excited puppy when it comes to sex. Probably would be into puppy play too tbh.

Very easy to overstimulate. Just go for a second or third round with some edging thrown in and he’s putty in your hands.

He whines, moans, whimpers, cries, you name it.

“Please, I’ll be good, I just need to cum, please.”

Doesn’t understand his size or strength sometimes. You couldn’t convince him he had a massive dick until one time when you were riding him you put his hand to your stomach where he could literally feel himself moving inside you.

Doesn’t mind whatsoever where he has to cum, just as long as he actually gets to.

He has the most sensitive tail and horns ever it’s not even funny. He could probably cum untouched if you played with them enough.

Bites a fucking lot, like damn boy calm down.

Needs praise or he might go a little coocoo.

🌙Ifrit

This man is a SWITCH WITH A BREEDING KINK.

So obviously he loves cumming in you.

Gets so unbelievably worked up when he smells you.

Likes fucking you while your in his lap, like something similar to the lotus. He needs to be close to you.

(Afab hc) for some reason he can tell when you’re ovulating and it just sends him spiralling. He’s practically on his knees rutting into the floor and begging you to let him fuck you.

This when he gets the most vocal.

“Please let me fuck a baby into you. Mm~ I’ll do anything”

Bites hard. Like it’s a problem.

(Half afab) Insists on carrying you everywhere once you two are finished. His reasoning is because he might’ve hurt your silly little human body with his massive ghoul dick (his words not mine) and because you might be pregnant!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

That's all, thanks for reading my lovelies!

[citrus-wall-paint]

some ghost doodles ft. Ghoul designs :3

the top three from right to left are Raine, Phantom and Sodo

in the middle drawing, going clockwise from Terzo, its Sodo, Ifrit, Zephyr, Aether, Mountain and Omega

in the bottom drawing, starting from the top left is Sunshine, Ivy, and Mist, and from the bottom left is Cirrus, Aurora, and Cumulus

[dy6nsty]

Can we get the ghouls (and copia if ur up for it) comforting reader after a nasty panic attack? 🥺

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OFC<33 tysm 4 requesting!

Ghouls+Copia x gn reader, comforting after panic attack

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Alpha:

Waits for you to be in a content state of mind before trying to comfort you more.

Runs his hand along your back to try and ease the feeling of stress and panic that clouded your mind.

Tries to cheer you up with things you’d normally enjoy.

If it calms you down he’d be more than happy to lay across you and be warm you up like a heating pad.

Wipes the remaining tears from your face with his thumbs as he comforts you with words, tail gently wrapped around your thigh to keep him close to you.

Tells you to focus on your breathing and to keep it slow and steady.

Tries to put your mind at ease, assuring you that everything is alright and whatever had caused your panic attack had died down.

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Omega:

Focuses on making sure that you’re ready to talk or still need a few minutes to sit there and try to relax.

Asks if your feeling better and if there’s anything you need from him, will hand you a cup of water. It’s just mandatory to him.

Instructs you to take in deep breaths. Demonstrating it with your to try and calm your mind.

Once your in a secluded area he’ll try to comfort you more. Physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, you name it he’ll do it to help.

Huddling around you to give you a feeling of safety and / or comfort. Letting you know he’s there for you.

Will ask why or what the reason was for your panic attack but if you do not want to answer that question he won’t pry it out of you.

If you’re still a bit shaken up he’ll give you a small massage to comfort you if you’re feeling tense. <3

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Ifrit:

Tries to cheer you up with small jokes but will comfort you and be serious if needed. Softly rubs your wrists while hold your hand.

Warms your hand with his, just a nice feeling in hopes that’ll make you feel much better than the previous panic attack you had endured.

Pulls you towards him, and gives you a gentle hug while rubbing up and down your back before placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

If you want to talk to him about he’ll gladly listen to you.

Wants you to lay down and maybe even nap to relax but if you don’t want to he’ll stay with you until you feel better.

Brings you a warm drink or snack to help calm your mind down from sudden state of fright.

If the place you’re in isn’t as quiet as needed he’ll stay with you while moving to a better secluded area like your or his room.

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Zephyr:

Pampers you completely. Water, food, blankets, pillows, massages, cuddling, music, movies, talking, he’s up for it all.

Huddles close and whispers sweet things into your ear with his tail wrapped snug around your leg.

Runs his fingers through your hair or peppers soft kisses on your face or jaw.

Traces small hearts and shapes on your thigh or skin to try and relax your senses with his touch.

If everything feels loud or you need something he’ll be glad to give you headphones or ear plugs.

He’ll comfort and hold you while you cry if you’re still tense about what happened.

Tries to help you focus and get what you need, necessities, or anything that’ll help you feel more comfortable.

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Rain:

Wipes away the tears from your face with his thumb. Gently holding your face in his hands.

Offers a warm bath with calming accessories to add on: Candles, bath salts, or flowers from the garden.

Once your bath is complete he’ll help you dry off with a soft towel before handing you some comfortably loose and warm clothes.

Wants you to feel safe and placid before he tries to ask what’s wrong. Validates your feeling of fright or panic, letting you know that it’s alright to be scared or afraid.

Listens to you with patience. Staying quiet to hear you word for word. Humming out small answers to have you know he understands.

Focuses on what your body might need or how you feel. Giving you a glass of water and a snack to try and remove the feeling of fear from your mind.

Puts on relaxing music or nature noises like rain, birds chirping, thunder, wind, the ocean, you name it and he’ll find something for that.

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Phantom:

Hands you headphones to use for your own relaxation, especially if you think that what’s around you is overwhelming.

Hums a small tune while gathering things around that he can. Grabbing at pillows, blankets, fluffy and soft things, and a baggy shirt or sweatshirt if you’d like.

Makes sure that no one else is there to disturb you two when you’ve finally been situated in a hoard of blankets and pillows making some sort of fortress.

Lays on over you with his hands snaked around your waist, resting his head onto your stomach.

Asks what’s wrong or if you’d like to talk about what had happened to trigger the panic attack in the first place.

While you talk to him he huddled as close as possible he can to you. Rubbing your back with one of his hands.

Best thing he can do is try and relax you into a nice and comfortable sleep. Or spend time with you until you feel better to be on your own.

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Mountain:

Pulls you into his arms leaving your feet off the ground as he try’s to find a place you feel most safe. Whether it’s outside or a comfortable spot in your room he’ll bring you there so it’s just you and him.

Once you’re in that certain space he’ll sit you down, and sit down next you. Than he’ll start to ask questions.

As you go on when you’re finished he’ll try and calm you down with counting, deep breathing, thinking about something to sooth yourself.

He’ll speak in a quiet and gentle tone. Not raising his voice or anything sharp in his voice to make sure not to startle you. Especially after something like that.

Gently moves his hands to your backside, trailing up and gently massaging nape of your neck or shoulders.

Wonders if there’s anything you’d like to help. If you say yes, he’ll keep you with him. Close to his side as he finds whatever item you’d like. He doesn’t want to leave you alone.

If you’d like to take a nap or go to sleep he’ll wrap you up in a blanket burrito style and spoon you from behind.

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Sodo/Dew:

Sits down with you until you feel like you’re ready to talk to him. Has you focus on your breathing and thoughts.

Let’s you hold his hand and squeeze as hard as you need to, even if it hurts a bit it’s alright to him. Rubs his thumb over your hand.

Assures you that everything is alright and that nothing is going to happen. Comforts you with his words and touch, both being soft.

Wants to know what you were afraid of. But, if you don’t want to answer the question he’ll give you space before asking after a few long minutes to compose urself.

Warms your hands with his. Cradles your face to warm you up to.

If you feel tired after your panic attack he’ll lead you to his room and lay down with you. Wrapping his arms around you so your kept warm throughout the time being.

Mumbles sweet words of affirmation in your ear or against your neck whether your sleeping or not.

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Swiss:

Once he has you in his arms he won’t let go of you. His arms wrapped around you in a protective manner as his head rests on your shoulder.

His hand combs through your hair, while his other rubs your back up and down steadily to try and stop your trembling.

Whispers to you that your safe. Holding your head against his chest, staying close to you making sure there’s nothing to harm you.

Presses one of his hands against your chest to feel your heartbeat, mumbling that you need to slow it down with deep breaths or to concentrate with what’s around you.

One you start a mechanism to relax he’ll encourage you on with small whispers of praise. Telling you to keep going, assuring you you’re doing great, still keeping your body close to him.

Moves the hair out of your face so he can see you and your eyes more clearly. He wants to understand what you’re feeling through any facial expression that you display.

Stays with you for the rest of the day/night keeping himself close to you even when you’re walking.

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Aether:

Understands what you need. Keeps his distance but doesn’t leave you. After a state of fear and panic all together he knows that being touched isn’t on everyone’s bucket list.

Asks before he touches you, wanting your permission and a confirmed answer to make sure he doesn’t startle you anymore.

If you say yes: He’ll nod and wrap his tail around your leg before scooting closer to you. If you say no: He’ll understand than try to have you concentrate on his voice.

Asks what you hear and feel around you. Asking questions every few minutes so it’s you don’t feel overwhelmed.

Offers to take a walk with you, do something you like, lay down with you, sit down, or stay where you are and let you calm down.

Gets you a cup of water or a wanted drink for your dry throat or to comfort the emotion of terror.

Goes wherever you’d like to go and relax. Watching a movie or sitting in silence together huddled up close to one another.

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Copia:

Has a small checklist in his mind for when this happens. Invites you to his room, so you’re in a quiet area, or less populated.

Asks how you feel while he lights a candle or grabs a few pillows and blankets for your own comfort. To calm your senses down.

Has you sit down or lay down on his bed, and asks what you see or observe to soothe your worries. Wants you to concentrate on all that’s around you. What you feel, hear, smell, see, what moves and what doesn’t.

While he organizes and tidy ups his room he’ll ask you questions. His attention on your bud his hands and body move on their own to have the room more clean, easier to breathe in.

As you talk he’ll nod and hum and talk to you. He’s listening and he’ll have a conversation with you if that’s what you’d like.

Once he’s finished he’ll sit down on the bed with you and give you a small hug or whatever more you could need.

Anything and everything you need and he’ll give it to you. Clothes, blankets, pillows, food, drinks, sleep, rest, time alone, him, use your words and he understands.

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I APOLOGIZE FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK. I forgot how many Ghouls I wrote… But I hope you like this <3

[bewitched-bee]

Masterlist

Links to all my writing! Stand alone fics/requests for each ghoul are listed first. When I say stand alone I mean mainly focused around the specific ghoul. Everything involving multiple ghouls is at the bottom! * Indicates smut Aether: One Last Night *Cockwarming *Jealousy Alpha: Comfort Dewdrop: *Sensory deprivation Ifrit: Feral *Overstimulation Cuddling

Ivy: *Dry humping Mountain: Season change *Size kink Cuddling Nursery Omega: *Thigh riding Watermelon crushing *Choking Chewing *Squirting

Phantom: *Breeding Rain: Swimming *Breeding

Swiss: *Lap dance

Aurora: (nothing yet)

Zephyr: *NSFW hc list *Breeding Cumulus: (nothing yet) Cirrus: (nothing yet) Sunshine: (nothing yet) Multiple: Birthday Swiss/Dew *Full moon Phantom/Swiss *Double penetration Alpha/Omega

[nastylittleghouls]

Ifrit: I never know if you two are going to fuck or fight Dewdrop: Frequently both Aether: Simultaneously

[rainxdewsupremacy]

NOT complaining but like- BRO I ALWAYS SEE NEW SUMMONED FIRST TIME PHANTOM FICS- I WANT TO SEE DIFFERENT GHOUL FICS OF THEIR FIRST TIMES

LIKE- GIMME MOUNTAIN’s FORST TIME OR DEW’s EVEN IFRITA IDC JUST NEW STUFF PLEASE!!!

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Any Aether/Ifrit thoughts?

One time I shattered a jar thinking about Aethfrit.

I think...Ifrit's an instigator. I think he likes to tease and play and wrestle as a way to bond, very physical with his affection. Grabby. Oohs and aahs over Aether's vessel, compares hand sizes and squeezes his biceps to get a feel for his strength and Aether allows it with a sheepish grin. (He might be peacocking a little bit for the pretty water ghoul watching the antics nearby as he smokes...)

"We're pretty matched!" Ifrit says. "Wanna arm wrestle for top bunk?"

Now Aether's more than happy to just give it to him if he asked but there's a light in Ifrit's eyes that's begging for a challenge, and he's scraping his shoe across the ground like a bull about to charge. Aether doesn't need his quintessence to tell him Ifrit's got way too much energy to sit still on that first long flight and a couple rounds might be just the thing to help him settle down.

Ifrit's palm is fever-hot against his skin, his grin reckless and wild as Mist counts down. Aether can already tell it's going to be close as she signals them to start and they push against each other. Aether can't help but grin right back at Ifrit when he realizes they're not using their full strength. It goes on for what seems like forever; one will lose an inch, the other will take it back. Ifrit's palm grows hotter with exertion, Aether calls on the chill of the void to fight back. Steam erupts where their hands meet, they're locked eye to eye, heedless of the world around them until someone yells and the whole table shatters; burnt black on Ifrit's bench, frozen brittle on Aether's. They look at each other through the rubble and burst out into laughter, helping each other up.

"Looks like we're sharing that bunk." Aether teases, taking Ifrit's now significantly cooler hand in his own warm one. "Not claustrophobic, are you?"

'I don't mind a tight squeeze." Ifrit says with a wink.

Now you know damn well what's under this cut

They run into each other in the abbey hallway later that night on their way to the other's room. Ifrit snickers, not unkindly, and catches Aether's hand again. Swings it as he walks and the casual chatter easily erases any awkwardness as they head back to Aether's room. Aether opens the door for him like a gentleman; Ifrit shoves him through and kicks it shut before tackling him on the bed in a kiss that's more teeth than lips. Biting him everywhere Aether encourages, leaving pretty bruises around his nipples that Aether mirrors on him when he realizes how much Ifrit likes his own pectorals lavished with attention. Maybe Aether wouldn't have found out about his own preferences as fast if Ifrit hadn't mapped out every sensitive point on his body that night.

Ifrit doesn't have the majority of his tattoos I like to think he has, but he's definitely gotten started. Some are mundane, just for visual appeal but there's one in particular he's started just under his belly button. When Aether touches the tip of his tongue to the ink, it tingles and Ifrit's cock flexes where it's pinned under Aether's chest.

"Ticklish?" Aether teases as Ifrit squirms in delight.

"Little more than that." Ifrit huffs, and tries to shove Aether down further, bucking his hips and leaving pre smeared on the soft underside of his chin. So naturally, Aether has to pin those hips down so Ifrit doesn't go buck wild and gag him when Aether sucks his cock. Ifrit squeezes his legs around Aether's torso in revenge, Aether reaches up to tweak a nipple and somehow they're wrestling again. Pushing their cocks together, rutting against strong thighs. Ifrit's devilish fingers poke and prod the rolls of Aether's stomach, get him wheezing as Ifrit whispers, "Now who's ticklish, huh?" as Aether's tip starts to leak steadily. "Big guy like you and it's all undone with a few fingers."

"I'll show you my weak point I'd you promise not to use it against me." Aether breathes and when Ifrit's fingers wiggle their way inside, warm and wet with lube, the fire ghoul kisses him so sweetly they both forget it started out so violently. It's a test of Aether's endurance next as he rides first Ifrit's fingers and then his cock, bouncing slow and gentle, saving his stamina to see how long they both can last.

Knowledge Aether is infinitely grateful for when he finally tumbles into bed with Dewdrop later on.

[scarecrow-collective]

Horny dog ghouls won by a landslide so here you fucking heathens.

Cw/tw:pet play, lactation, tit sucking, dumbification, cock warming

Phantom is the first to be dumbed down, Aurora or Cirrus will take his pretty cock in their cunts and make him wait like a good dog. Once he's given the command he'll spend hours humping into them so desperately, whining loudly as he mouths at their skin.

Then comes Mountain, he'll fuck into Cumulus so hungrily as he sucks on her tits and she's cooing all the while. "So pretty, fill your tummy so full." And it drives him insane, he's trying to be such a good dog for her.

Then Rain, Mist will ride his cock until she's satisfied and then he can fuck his knot into her as many times as he wants. His collar will jingle and move with every harsh thrust into her, he'll whine so loudly as he breeds her so full.

Then comes Alpha and Dew, Omega and Aether will take turns with them by fucking their mouths. Alpha will be given the pleasure of mounting Dew and fucking him into the ground, showing him how to be a good dog.

Then lastly is Ifrit, Zephyr will let the larger fire ghoul hump into him as long as he needs. He'll call him things like dumb dog, telling him how he's good for nothing but his cock. Ifrit will be driven by this, shoving his face into the air ghouls neck as he knots him.

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

For the fluff-tober may I suggest Day 4 with Ifrit x Reader please

Leech

Pairings: Ifrit X GN!Reader

Type: Fluff w/ allusion to smut

Summary: Once Ifrit returns from tour, he is all over you, trying to envelop you in his scent. You decide to try your own version of marking him.

Warnings: Marking, sex jokes, allusion to sex (fade to black), friendly teasing

Word Count: 726

Notes: Read here on ao3. Just warning you that I am so beyond tired right now. This is not as good as I want it to be, so I'm sorry in advance.

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“Ifrit!” You shout, trying to push the grinning ghoul away from you as you try to stop yourself from laughing. The two of you were curled up in his bed, watching a cheesy romcom, when he buried his face in your neck. He wasn’t doing anything other than rubbing his scent on your skin, trying to say that you were his. He knew what he was doing, but of course he acted oblivious. “That tickles, you know,” you accuse, poking him in the chest.

“What? Don’t like when I claim what’s mine?”

“You didn’t shave this morning, and your stubble is very scratchy.”

He hums in consideration. “Well maybe you should just be less ticklish,” he offers.

You scoff and roll your eyes in a playful manner, pulling him to lay down next to you. “Maybe you shouldn’t abandon me while you go on tour. Then you wouldn’t have to ‘scent me’ all over again.”

“I didn’t abandon you, dramatic ass. I could have brought you along,” he countered. “Plus, don’t act like you don’t like it,” he smirked, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You giggle as he pulls away. “See, I could go along with you, but then I’d be cramped in a bus bunk with a ton of ghouls, and I’m not doing that.”

“Hey, Terzo isn’t a ghoul,” he protested.

“He’s close enough.”

“Maybe once Omega gets his hands on him,” Ifrit laughs.

“Filthy, filthy mind,” you chide, though you let out a small chuckle of your own.

Once the laughter dies down, Ifrit grabs your waist, pulling you closer. “Come here, baby,” Ifrit says, his tone shifting.

You hum as he rests his chin on your head, wrapping his arms around you, completely engulfing you in him. You buried your head in his neck and hummed, breathing in the sweet, spiced scent of him. Acting out of instinct, you leaned forward and bit him.

He pulled back with a confused, yet amused expression. “What was that for?”

“Well, you alway try to claim me with your weird scenting thing, so I’m claiming you in my own way,” you explained as if this were the most normal conversation to be had.

“With hickeys?”

“With hickeys,” you confirmed. “Is that okay?”

He rolled over, then sat against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap. “Oh, you pretty little thing,” he mumbles, eying you up and down. “I couldn’t have asked for anything better,” he grins, giving a playful growl.

You giggle, then lean back into him, attacking his neck. You alternate between kissing, biting, and sucking, listening to him groan every so often. You thank whoever is out there that he isn’t wearing a shirt, allowing you to trail the marks down his chest.

He pulls you up, pulling you into a passionate kiss. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“You remind me at least once a day,” you smiled.

He grins as he flips you over, hovering over you with a predatory look in his eyes. “Well, then…let me remind you again.”

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“Lucifer almighty, did you get attacked by a vampire?” Dewdrop cackles as Ifrit walks into the common room. Ifrit gives a sheepish grin as he looks at his pack, but ignores them.

“I think somebody missed you,” Zephyr laughs from his spot next to Mountain on the couch.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You all would have acted the same way,” Ifrit said, sitting in one of the reclining chairs in the corner of the room.

You walk into the common room, wearing nothing but one of Ifrit’s flannels and a pair of underwear, then curl up on his lap.

“There’s the leech of the hour!” Dewdrop shouts.

You give Ifrit a confused look, watching him blush. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, wrapping one arm atop your legs, the other around your back as he holds you close.

“And I thought Dewdrop and his fucking shark teeth were bad,” Aether mutters.

You look at Ifrit, and once you take in the sight of his neck, you understand. There are so many hickeys. His neck is bruised almost entirely, hardly any of his gray skin peeking through.

“Unholy shit,” you gasp as you finally realize the number you did on him. You bury your face against his chest in embarrassment as he laughs.

“It’s okay. At least you’re a pretty leech.”

[distressxox]

Thinking about the bigger ghouls ( Alpha, Omega, Ifrit, Mountain, Aether) who will lay you on top of him while fingering you. Watching you mewl and rest your head on his chest as his fingers work at a painfully slow pace. His other hand making sure your legs are spread enough for him to feel your wetness on his thigh. It's what he does when he's too lazy for sex but still wants to pleasure his partner.

[endless-weightless]

Random nameless ghoul headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

I'm taking the piss with all of these. And remember, kids, this is fanfiction!

I mostly just wrote about the current ghouls but I'm more than happy to write about any past ghouls if you guys want!

TAGS/WARNINGS: mating cycles, CNC, weed mention, primal play, polyamory and orgies,

SFW✄

All of the ghouls have a specific scent but Mountain for some reason can emit any particular scent so long as it's earth related. He usually smells like pine trees and grass but if any of the ghouls are anxious leading up to rituals or just worried in general he'll make himself smell like lavender because he knows how calming it is.

Mountain is also victim to clothing robbery because he smells so nice and is SO DAMN TALL.

They're some of the most open-minded and accepting people you'll ever meet.

Full moons tend to have a weird effect on the ghouls. Not as bad as say a werewolf but they definitely become a bit more... feral. The less extreme effects would just be heightened senses and craving gamey meats more while the worst of the worst would be bordering violent and definitely nsfw (see nsfw for more on this). They'd probably call it a hunter's moon (badum tss).

All of their eyes glow very faintly in the dark.

Their pupils are like a mix of feline and just regular ol' human.

They all have claws but Aurora and Sunshine are the only ones who actually have them out because everyone else needs short nails to play their instruments.

They all purr when they're happy or they're experiencing physical affection, though the volume and intensity varies depending on the ghoul.

Mountain sleeps like a log unless he's sharing a bed, then he's everyone's teddy bear and always has an arm around someone whether he agreed to it or not.

Rain absolutely HATES throwing up.

Swiss and Sodo convinced Mountain to grow marijuana by letting him try some. The ghoul den now constantly smells faintly of weed.

All of the ghouls have their own bedrooms but prefer to cuddle with each other and usually just make a nest out of blankets and pillows in the main common room area and turn it into one giant bed for everyone.

Cirrus and Aether tend to take on an almost parental role in the group just to keep the newer ghouls in line which can be draining at times but rewarding in the end.

They all have black tails and horns that are pretty much identical with the only difference being everyone has a slight tint to theirs depending on their element (Sodo's are red, Rain's are blue, Phantom and Aether's are purple etc).

Their fangs aren't actually too sharp. Could be because they've just become blunter over time with less need to bite actual people.

Most of them straight up act like cats depending on how new they are to the mortal plane. Since Omega’s been on earth the longest, he acts more closely to a human than Phantom, who is fresh out of hell.

Zephyr gets really bad chronic leg pains which is why he's always sitting while performing and so quick to sit back down after finishing the Mummy Dust solo.

Aurora has super painful cramps leading up to her heat so Sodo has taken it upon himself to use his hands as a heating pad for her (which he will do for anyone in need of a heat pack).

NSFW✄

If you had to make a spectrum of all the ghouls from most submissive to most dominant, it'd be Sunshine, Phantom, Rain, Cumulus, Swiss (ultimate power switch), Aurora, Ifrit, Sodo, Mountain, Zephyr, Cirrus, Aether, Alpha and finally Omega.

None of them are strictly doms or subs, they like experimenting and switching things up every once in a while to keep things interesting but they certainly have preferences.

They all enjoy both monogamous and polyamorous sex equally. Sometimes they just want soft intimate sex with one person or they're just craving multiple people.

Full moons don't make everyone horny in an "I need to impregnate someone/be impregnated now" way, they make the ghouls horny in a primal way...

Some of the ghouls that are more affected by the full moon or just enjoy primal play with a bit of CNC will sometimes ask some of the siblings of sin and/or you if you'd all be comfortable with letting them "hunt" you down.

Aether and Cirrus have sleepy and lazy sex when they're tired from dealing with the ghouls and need a break and some relief.

Mountain is always looking down the sisters of sin's and the ghoulette's tops to see their cleavage. In his defence he's pretty fucking tall and can't help that he has to look down to talk to people.

If anyone in the group, including you, are feeling lonely, stressed or just exhausted and in need of some kind of relief, all of the ghouls are more than willing to give head to anyone for hours, making sure they cum at least four times before they let them have a break.

All of them have a marking kink because of their need to mate during heats and ruts.

They all go just a teensy bit feral when they pick up on the scent of a virgin with Swiss being the most dramatic about it.

And if someone doesn't smell like a virgin but instead like ghoul, they still go feral because ghouls like sharing when the moon isn't full.

Aether feels the constant need to slap every ghoul and ghoulettes ass possible, even Sodo.

Aurora, Zephyr and Phantom the most handsy out of the ghouls.

Heats and ruts are already hellish enough, but what makes it worse for the ministry is how only half of the ghouls get their heats and ruts at the same time while the other get it the other half of the time, which basically means twice as many heats and ruts in a month.

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that's all my lovelies, lmk if you want any more!

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

[16+] Ghostober - Day 4 [Ivy]

“Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress” - 1.6k

CW: Mild NSFW so I'm rating it 16+. A little bit of Terzo/Ivy if you squint, mention of genitalia but nothing described in any detail. Humiliation, little bit of degradation and teasing.

⊹ Ghostober Masterlist ⊹

Ivy wasn’t sure what had gotten into the water this week, but it was relentless. Prank after prank, he didn’t think anyone had gotten much sleep. At least it was Friday, the last day of the week.

Except it was practice day. 

Terzo had decided that he liked Fridays best for practice, especially if it went well. The high would leave him beaming all weekend. Those were days he strived for, and ultimately pushed his ghouls to achieve. None of them liked to disappoint, but for some reason or another, Ivy had this sixth sense that today he was going to be extra disappointed.

Ivy would be hard pressed to say he was lucky to be mostly unaffected by the rest of the pack’s shenanigans. Or so he thought.

“Ivy my dear, you’ve been awfully quiet over there.” Mist commented from the couch. The other band ghouls had gotten extra comfortable in the dens now they had nothing to do.

“Not quiet, just meditating.” He shrugged.

His peaceful aura was interrupted when Ifrit and Aether walked into the den, loudly conversing and Ivy groaned upon seeing the empty bottle in their hand.

“Guess what time it is!” Ifrit exclaimed excitedly, hopping down next to the little Earth ghoul on the couch.

“Don’t you think we’ve done enough pranking for one week?” Little Dewdrop asked quietly.

“Never too much pranking, little droplet.” Zephyr had taken up a set beside him and nudged his shoulder with a smirk. Not that he liked to get involved in too much himself, he was known to help out and pitch in where he could. He might be a little disabled, but he was still a ghoul after all, and they learnt his Air element could come in handy in more ways than one.

“Let's see who tonight’s victim is…” Aether set the bottle down on the coffee table and gave it a spin before anyone else could protest. It spun and spun until it came to its final resting place.

Pointing directly at Ivy.

“Do I have to?” Ivy groaned and threw his head back against the couch.

“That’s the rules little man!” Ifrit playfully shook his shoulders and laughed. “Alrighty, let's see. What can we do to poor Ivy that we haven’t done to him before.” He pondered.

“I think he should wear a dress,” Mist called over from the kitchen.

“I’m not wearing a dress,” Ivy immediately spat over the back of the couch in her direction. “You should wear a dress.”

“Oh no, I would rather go to practice naked than be caught in a dress.” Mist chuckled and there was not a soul in the room that didn’t believe her.

Even if he was to wear a dress, where on Earth would they find one?

“I love that idea personally,” Aether snickered from the lounge chair that sat beside the table. It took everything he had to only stick his tongue out at the Quint.

Dew took one look at Ifrit and let out a soft ‘Oh no’. Upon further inspection Ivy was met with the fire ghoul’s infamous smirk and mischievous glint.

“You should wear a dress, but,” he started, pausing for dramatic effect. “You have to wear it to practice tonight in front of Terzo.

“Absolutely not. I was considering the dress but now? No way.” Ivy defended, crossing his arms. “Pick something else.”

Ifrit shook his head with a grin. “Nope, it’s gotta be the dress. Unless you forfeit?” He teased, knowing Ivy would never back down from the challenge. Usually the punishment for forfeiting was worse than just swallowing your pride and doing the actual crime. He might’ve learnt the hard way last time.

“Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress? My junk will be hanging out the whole time, you know that right?” Ivy raised a very unamused brow in Ifrit and Aether’s direction, the masterminds behind his eventual humiliation.

“So Papa can see you aren’t actually a girl like all the Siblings think you are? Because it would be funny? Because I said so?” Ifrit laughed. “But you don’t have to, our sweet prickly pear. You know it's ultimately up to you.”

“Yeah sure. Whatever consequence you think up for not doing it is going to be 10 times worse, so I’ll take the dress thank you very much.” Ivy rolled his eyes and leaned back on the couch. “Where are we going to get a dress from anyway?”

“Way ahead of ya!” Aether excitedly jumped up from his chair and opened the bag on the floor, pulling out one of the Sisters' habits that was very clearly going to be too small, even for Ivy’s petite frame.

“Aether, that's not going to– Satanas that’s small.” Ivy exclaimed, holding the dress up to him. The length of it barely reached his knees, by the time he sat down behind the drums... “You couldn’t have stolen a bigger one?!” 

It took everything in Aether not to laugh at the visuals of what it might look like actually on. All he could do was cover his mouth with both clawed hands as he attempted to stifle his laugh.

Meanwhile Ifrit just looked on hungrily. “It’s perfect.”

The three hours before band practice felt like three minutes to Ivy. He was humiliated already and he hadn’t even stepped into the practice room. He had put the dress on about half an hour before he was due to be there, just so he could get it right and as comfortable as he could. If he thought it was small to start with, it felt even smaller.

This was the first day of his entire life he actually wished the ghouls were able to wear boxers. He almost considered glamouring fully just to have some coverage, but ultimately knew there was no way he could focus on playing and keep up every little detail. It would slip, and his tail would give him many more issues than if he just sucked it up.

The day could not end fast enough.

There was something he was forgetting too. Terzo had said something about an upcoming practice being special, but he couldn’t remember what day he had said. Ivy just prayed it wasn’t today. That would not be the impression he wanted to make.

He arrived at the practice room early, hoping that no one would be there. And luckily his gamble paid off. He was the first to arrive.

Sitting behind his drums, he couldn’t help the flush that coated his cheeks as he tried to find a good way to sit. All he wanted was to remain as professional as he could but he was slowly realizing there was no hope. Hopefully Terzo was in a good mood today, otherwise this was going to land him in the doghouse for sure.

Ivy felt his stomach sink to the ground when he heard the door open. The boisterous laughter told him it was just his pack. At least it wasn’t Terzo. If his pack was here, he’d feel a little less embarrassed.

“Oh-ho! Look who it is!” Ifrit trotted over to the drum riser with the world's biggest shiteating grin, playfully tapping on the high-hat.

“Lookin' good V.”

“Fuck off, I feel ridiculous. How am I supposed to drum like this?” Ivy grumbled, trying to pull the fabric down further but to no avail. If he tugged any harder, he feared it would rip in half, then there really would be nowhere to hide.

“Better figure it out, Terzo’s around the corner.” 

And speak of the devil, the man himself walked through the door, completely missing what was going behind him as he told everyone to get situated.

Ivy had never been more thankful that he was small until this very moment. His large drum set hid most of him, besides the top of his helmet and horns. They had managed to get through half of Square Hammer before Terzo finally turned around and noticed the dress.

He stuttered for a moment but continued on, relatively unfazed. He was used to his ghouls doing stupid shit at this point, a dress was nothing new. Omega had been the first, and the youngest brother knew he most likely wouldn’t be the last.

After a few songs, they had all taken a water break. Their papa had made a point not to ask about Ivy but tried to include him in conversation anyway.

“Are you not going to ask?” Ifrit prompted with a side eye directed at Ivy.

“Do I need to ask?” Terzo raised a brow, looking between the two ghouls in question. “More importantly, do I want to ask?”

“Probably not,” Ivy muttered from behind his drums. “Wasn’t my idea.”

“Knowing the rest of these hooligans, I wouldn’t have thought so, my dear Ivy. Don’t worry.” Terzo gave the small ghoul a comforting smile as he made his way over to him, stepping up onto the riser and leaning down to whisper in his ear. “You look beautiful, Tesoro. Don’t let them get to you.”

Ivy was so happy that he was wearing his mask, otherwise his face could be mistaken for a tomato, he was sure of it.

The rest of practice went by without a hitch. Until Year Zero when Terzo had turned back at an unfortunate moment mid-drink and got a full frontal view of Ivy’s situation. Aether and Ifrit could hardly keep up after seeing their Papa shoot water out of his nose and cough so violently. Notes were missed and it was terribly off time. 

The view was very unexpected, to say the least. But not wholly unwelcome. It definitely spiced up the night and Terzo had to stop himself from looking back on more than one occasion as the set went on.

Maybe Ivy would start wearing a dress to practice more often.

A/N: Like all my other Ghostober fics, this was not proofread in any way, shape, or form. I apologize for any mistakes.

But more importantly, I SUCK AT CW/TW TAGS - so if there are any that I need to add please let me know! I didn't miss them on purpose, I just suck at knowing what to put!

[dy6nsty]

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I’m a sucker for tall readers so here you guys go!

Nameless Ghouls & Nameless Ghoulettes x TALL! Ghoul! reader

Relationship— Romantic

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Alpha

Amused by the your height. But when it came to you using him as a resting spot he had the most judging look.

Allows you to do that in more private areas but will slap your hand, shoulder, arm, or chin off of his head if you’re doing that in public.

If you tower over him when he’s talking to other people he’s subtly smirking to myself. He likes it.

Play arguing when he suddenly sees you staring down at him he looses his ability speak for a moment.

He’s a decent 5’11 — 6’0, so being taller than him is just what makes him stare at you. You’re 6’3-6’5+? Dudes not looking for a second, he’s entranced for a decade. Full on '😨' emoji.

If something taller that he can’t reach he doesn’t bother to get anything to get it down, just asks for you to grab it for him. And if you can’t he’ll start teasing you for the hell of it.

Enjoys the fact you can wrap around him completely. Just nice that he’s in his own blanket except it’s you.

Had you drape over him and after a few minutes started patting your back because he couldn’t breathe anymore.

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Omega

Likes it. Just likes to look you up and down before holding a thumbs up and a smug smile.

When he’s standing behind you he’ll stand on his tippy toes for second to see how much taller you honestly are.

If you’re the tallest in the band he just silent cheers to himself. Genuinely shows off your height to other people.

Likes to see you try on his clothes or accessories. Also likes to try on your clothes and accessories.

Stands next to you on purpose so people can see yours and his height differences.

Pulls you down to give you kisses, or if he’s standing on something. Once jumped up to give you a kiss and banged his head into yours.

Wondered what your diet was or is because… DAMN what did they feed you to get you to that height?!

Prefers to lay on you instead, you’re like a long pillow to him.

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Ifrit

Smiley ass Ghoul! Saw you and was like “Hell yeah!” New member that just happens to horrendously tall!

I’ve just seen him twirling so I think he’d enjoy you twirling him around non stop. Walks over to you so you can spin him around because it’s fun.

Likes to get piggy back rides or hugging you like a koala so he’s lifted off of the ground.

Often times clings onto you in crowds or in any case of scenario he finds himself lost. You’re basically this guys beacon sometimes.

Almost tackled you down with a surprise hug. Took you by surprise and almost went timber with him.

Laughs whenever you hit your head on a doorway as if he hasn’t had the same problem before.

Stomps his way over while playing his guitar, actively trying to kiss you on stage. At this point Terzo can’t catch a break. “Oh they’re cooperating! Never mind they’re kissing again.”

If he can’t kiss ur face he’ll kiss your knuckles/hand, or he’ll just bite your arm out of boredom if he can’t reach ur shoulder.

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Zephyr

‘😨’ x2.

Honestly wouldn’t mind being carried around by you, it seems fun to him. Piggy back, bridal style, on your shoulders, sounds amazing.

Enjoys cuddling, especially spooning and where he gets lay in between your legs with his arms wrapped around your waist.

Likes it how you tower over him from behind or when you’re in front of him. It’s just a oddly satisfying feeling. Especially if you’re holding his hand it’s comforting.

Watches you stick out on stage with your height. Finds it easy for him to find you that way.

Sometimes you scare the shit out of him when you appear out of no where. Jumped out of his seat once because of that.

Likes to have you as blanket as well. You’re just perfect to him. Probably uses you as a pillow sometimes to.

Compares shoe sizes and hand sizes subtly so you don’t notice and mumbled a small “Damn.”

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Sodo/Dewdrop

At this point he thought Satan had something against him. There’s mountain but now there’s also you. (If you’re taller than mountain he’s throwing hands with the air.)

Has you crouch down sometimes so he can rest his head or arms on the top of your head like you do to him.

He’s not complaining when it comes to spooning or cuddling. With you wrapped around him he’s an automatic heater, at the max percentage. No seriously he’ll probably give you a heat stroke.

Flails around whenever you pick him up. He just doesn’t expect it when you hold him up like a toddler.

Uses you to grab other things. Asked you to help and it ended with him standing on your back.

Back to the towering of thing. He enjoys it because it makes him feel that he has some sort of guard dog with him. But he also doesn’t enjoy it because now you look like a damn titan next to him.

Has you walk around the ministry with him because he’s honestly hoping you hit your head on a doorway so he can laugh. (He loves you tho!)

Does enjoy being held by you when he’s trying to sleep. Very nice feeling.

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Aether

Sometimes hides behind you after messing with Sodo (again, always.) So you’re some sort of barrier while they go back and forth.

You wear his clothes. It’d be rare for him to wear your clothes, hes tossed shirts in your room because he likes to see you in his stuff.

Honestly chill with you being super tall. To him it has its perks and they’re all good.

Might confuse you and mountain depending on the height different between you and mountain.

Shows you off to everyone. Standing next to you 24/7, super proud of himself.

Compares your height with everything around him. Furniture, people, buildings, items, pillows, etc.

Enjoys where you’re both hugging each other. Your head on top of his with his head against your chest.

Hugs you from your waist always. Honestly dudes proud to have a tall mate.

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Phantom

Was so curious about you. Your height, the way you were so easy to see in crowds, drew him right to you.

Stands on his tippy toes or platforms to try and reach your height. If he can’t he’ll have you come down to his height.

Still enjoys kissing/biting your neck or shoulders. Somewhat of a secret spot since no one can really see there.

Tries picking you up even though you can probably pick him up easily. Not that he’s complaining to be carried around to wherever he wants like a prince.

Makes fun of your heights but procedes to talk about on how he loves. “How’s the weather up there?” It’s so old but so funny to him.

If you rest your shoulder/arm or chin on the top of his head he’ll do the same later. Except over doing it.

Pulls you down by your collar so he can kiss you properly. Gets cocky while doing it.

You take turns with who’s the little or big spoon, all depending on whatever the both of you feel like or is most comfortable.

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Mountain

Was quite happy to have another somebody his size in the Band. Was a little stunned when he first met you.

Although it’s nice so he doesn’t have to snap his neck to look down or kiss you.

Still picks you up to kiss you as if you guys have a huge height difference. Even if you’re taller than him he picks you up.

Now there’s two massive Ghouls walking around! Uses both of ur heights to an advantage to hide things like trinkets or snacks where other Ghouls / Ghoulettes can’t reach.

Enjoys curling up with you, where you both get into a spot of cuddling around each other with arms around one another.

Giddy about having a tall boyfriend. Stands next to you so he doesn’t have to tower over anyone else or stretch his arms down to far.

An actual unstoppable duo in monkey in the middle.

Uses you as a arm/headrest which you both take part in that scheme. He rests his chin on the top of your head and you rest your arm on his shoulder.

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Rain

Couldn’t be bothered about it. He likes the height difference.

Enjoys sitting in your lap or laying down in your arms while he talks with you or completes some stuff.

You and him go back and forth playfully with teasing each other about yours and his heights.

When you tower over him? Loves that shit, leans towards you subconsciously. Pressing his back against your chest.

Likes wearing your clothes but if he sees you in his clothes he just giggles to himself out of pure happiness. Matching clothing sets maybe , but it’s either to small for you or to big on him.

Will try to get things down on his own but if he literally cannot get something down he calls you over.

If you rest your arm on his head he’ll just stare up at you and try to mimic you.

Likes to lay his head down on your chest, complete draping his body over you like a blanket as he clings onto you.

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Swiss

Let out an audible gasp when he saw you. Teasing your non stop about being tall. Nicknames, jokes, anything and EVERYTHING.

Your height does not stop him from running across the stage to come over and try to bite your shoulder.

Jumps onto you for a hug. Comes running at you full speed with his arms completely open.

Skips around with you following around since you look like you could rock somebody in an instant.

Uses you like a blanket. Laying down? Not anymore because he’s sliding underneath you despite the fact he’ll be suffocated. But that’s okay to him!

Dirty jokes left and right. UP AND DOWN EVEN. “You’re pretty long, right?” Asked that with a dumbass look on his face.

Admires your hand and fingers. Moves them around until you notice the motions are the opposite of family friendly. Family making is a better phrase.

Makes stupid jokes like: “Why go to France when we have the Eiffel tower right here?” or “Who made you? Two damn trees from the forest? Or maybe even three I don’t know what trees enjoy.”

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Cumulus

HEART EYESSS. “So this is love….” Giggling and kicking her feet when she remembers you are so tall.

Kisses your hands, knuckles, arms, thighs, or anywhere she can grasp / reach!

But if you wanna lift her up so you can kiss her she’s giving you one passionate smooch. Pucker up buttercup. (I’ve been waiting so that for so long.)

Likes to switch masks with you every so often! But makes sure to leave lipstick stains before giving it back <3

Likes it when you come up to her platform. (That is if you can.) If not she’ll blow air kisses and small waves!

Pick her up and give her that princess treatment! Or even better: Queen treatment. (I love cumulus guys.)

Honestly wonders what you see up there compared to her world view. Like? The hell do you see, do you see in 0.5 vision?

Grabs onto your tail or arm to have you guide her around crowded areas / halls. Also enjoys to be the little spoon with you.

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Cirrus

She’s actually coming for your ass. (LITERALLY.) You’re gonna want eyes on the back of your head.

Clings on to you. Hug her from behind, front, side ways, either way she’ll cling onto you with a happy ass smile.

Piggy back rides will by far be her favorite.

Being around you gives her a confidence boost. Strolling around both you right by her side.

Pro at stealing and wearing ur clothes. Casually strolls around with something of urs on. Shirt, sweatshirt, hoodie, tanktop, sock, boxers, quite literally anything.

You leaning on a doorway? GOOD LORDDDDDD. She’s staring up at you with some outrageous thoughts goin’ through her mind.

Wanted you to dress up as a christmas tree for christmas holiday times. If you didn’t do that she did give you a tree headband.

Doesn’t really care on how you cuddle, all she cares is that she gets to hug you and you hug her.

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Sunshine

Not up for discussion she sees you and she’s tackling you unless you manage to catch her in your arms.

Likes to sit in your lap or on your while ranting about her day or any details that happened anywhere shes gone.

Casually says some of the most dirtiest jokes around you. Wide vocabulary to words that describe ur body.

Wears your closet whenever and wherever she can. Your clothes are genuinely comfy man. Rocking the duo of a top of yours + some boxers.

Likes kissing some of your stuff with lipstick, especially you^^

Laughed so hard when you hit your head pn a ceiling fan. Had to think about what just happened while catching her breath.

Eventually just decided that spooning was a good cuddling position since her bed was to small for you, and no one wants their dogs poking out.

Absolutley loving forehead kisses. Aswell as standing on your shoes so she can give you a sweet kiss.

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Aurora

Adores hour height.

Likes the dynamic you have: One of the tallest in the band, and shes the shortest / one of the shortest in the band! (I forgot.)

Big on physical touch. Holding hands, having you lift her up so she can kiss and hug you, resting your head on the top of hers, subtle hand on her waist, tail wrapped around her, she’s living the dream for it.

Dance with her. Twirl her around, keep her close, lift her up, she loves to dance with you ^^

Not ashamed to say she likes when you’re completely huddled around her like a protective blanket. She is in love it.

Gets flustered whenever you lean / tower over you. Awkwardly staring back up at you with widest of eyes.

Likes to have you carry her around while you walk around area to area. Pretends to sleep sometimes so you’ll carry her back to bed.

Whether you wear her marks or its the other way around she feels automatically prideful.

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Mist

Stares at you but is not willing enough to crane her neck every single time she wants to look at you. “Bend over.” Doest realize how that sounds.

Tends to lower you down to her height so she can talk to your or give you a small kiss.

Whenever she feels you behind her, whether you’re looking over her or at her she’ll look up at you with a confused look.

Loosing self respect if you lean on anything and look down at her. Now she means BEND OVER.

Calls you legs or lurch. If you rest your elbow on her head or shoulder she’s immediately throwing it out there. “Alright legs, we got many surfaces but I am not one them.”

Lowkey chill about it though. She almost gets a portable elevator for whenever she needs something.

The third musketeer who likes you as a pillow. It’s just comfortable that she can come back and lay her head down on you.

Likes when you wrap your arms and tail around her, laying your head on her chest. From your height and size she feels safe.

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how long did this take me exactly? good question.

[onedaughterofman]

Ruin me (Nameless Ghoul x g/n reader)

Pairing: A nameless ghoul (any you want) x g/n reader.

Summary: He wants you to ruin him. You want him to ruin you. Together, you reach an agreement.

Tags/warning: Explicit content. +18. Mentions of rough sex, general depravity. Ghouls being demonic creatures you can find in the woods.

“Ghoul."

Your voice barely makes him look up. Sat on the bed, surrounded by silk sheets and under the dim candlelight, he appears to be far more intimidating than in the Chapel of Rituals.

Slowly, he traces his nails over the sheets. The material makes a soft noise, almost as if it was about to break apart under his touch. The ghoul has already ruined some of your best sheets with burn marks and scratches, and you’re half tempted to make him repay them somehow but you never do it. He’s an asshole and you like him for that, there’s no sense in denying it.

“Tonight’s my lucky night”, he mutters, letting smoke out of his mask, where the ventilation system is. He’s already burning, even if he hasn’t done much yet. Instead of attending your call, he relaxes, falling back against the pillows and barely lifting his hips in a clear invitation to go and ride him into oblivion.

The dark cloud of smoke manages to hit your face and he tilts his head slightly, wordlessly asking you what are you going to do about it. It’s always a fun experience to fuck him, a demon who could easily bend you over and overpower you with only one arm. He’s stronger, older and more powerful than you, there’s not a single doubt. The ghoul has been hardened by the pits of hell and this human form only serves as a subpar vessel to his true potential.

His real form, he said, is bigger, scarier, rawer than this simple body he possesses. If you behave, he’ll show it to you one day, when the Reaper comes for your body and your soul falls into the right circle of Hell.

Even if you’re simply a human, tied to physicals limitations and incredibly fragile compared to other demons, he always comes when you call for him. Maybe it’s because he likes the alcohol and little gifts you give him, or he sincerely enjoys the sex energy you feed to him. There’s no way to know what draws an infernal creature to you, but it doesn’t matter when you feel how his fingers close around your hips.

The mask stays on. It always does. It would be a sacrilege to take it off, a breach in his contract, a profane and blasphemous thing to do even in a Church of Satan. Still, he sometimes indulges in human behavior, pressing his face close to yours or grazing his mask over the skin of your neck, as if he was carefully placing kisses here and there.

Tonight, you feel his eyes locked on you, harsh stare hidden in the dark. It doesn’t matter if you can’t see his face, because you know he’s amused, looking at you like a predator waiting to pound on a distracted prey.

“Come on, jump on it already”, the Ghoul says, finally getting tired of your hesitation. “I know you won’t break”.

“I won’t,” you reply through gritted teeth. “I just don’t like seeing you so satisfied after ruining all my nice bedsheets.”

The ghoul’s chuckle is a dark, deep sound full of air. It comes from within his lungs, almost resembling a growl. Gradually, his hands travel up and down your hips and waist, nails scratching over the sensitive skin. Traces of red marks begin to form behind his ministrations, before he allows himself to sit up further.

“You can’t blame me for that,” he whispers, head tilting. The mask reflects your blown pupils and parted lips back to you. “I just enjoy nice things”.

“You like to ruin nice things, that’s it”.

Again, that deep airy laugh sounds inside his throat and chest. His fingers tighten, dark claws beginning to dig in your flesh “And so do you, so ruin me already”, it’s all he says, pulling you closer to his hips.

He’s still too arrogant, but there’s not much to do because he’s right. An infernal creature like him is probably one of the nicest things you ever had in your bed and, oh, you’d love to ruin him.

There’s no warning before you lower yourself into him, partly thankful about the fact you had already prepped a little bit some minutes ago. You’re wet enough to be able to ride him at an increasing rhythm, hips slapping against him and filling the silence of the bedroom with loud, wet sounds. At the beginning, there’s no external reaction on his body, barely a twitch of his fingers, but then the smoke begins to swirl around you, clinging to your damp skin.

The ghoul’s body is hot, warmer than any other human you have even been with. Your hands snake up, caress over his ribs until you reach his chest. The muscles are soft, plush with just a hint of the hardness underneath, and you can feel them tense up when he shifts a little bit to stare at you.

If you could see his face, what would you see? The question makes your imagination go wild with possibilities. You’re certain he’s enjoying your touch, because his big hand being placed on top of yours brings you back to reality and you stare at his mask, gaze obscured by lust and thirst. His fingers tighten and suddenly he is squeezing his own chest harder than you were before, trapping your hand between his and his muscle.

“I said to ruin me,” he complains. “Be a good little human and try your best.” His fingers release yours. This gives you the opportunity to trail both your hands up and down his chest, over his stomach and abdomen, fingernails scratching his heated skin. The contact sends goosebumps down his back, making him shiver.

The barbell piercing on his nipples reflect the flames of the candles. They are silver, small studs at either side, and your fingers immediately go up to play with one while you hold onto his shoulder with the other hand. The action makes him moan, a loud sound that reverberates into his stomach.

The metal of the piercings is cool in comparison with your tongue, too cold over your heated mouth. You suck, hard, and his fingers curl in your hair to keep your head in place. It feels good when you do it, when you softly tug on the barbells with your teeth, he admitted it a long time ago.

Increasing the speed of your hips makes him let out a small gasp, sharp fangs revealed from behind the mask. You use all of your energy to jump into him like there’s no tomorrow. Even if you’re tired and aching, you increase your riding, making his back hit the headboard a few times. When he swallows saliva, you can easily see how his muscles move and his chest heaves with every labored breath.

Good thing about this form it’s that human vessels are subjected to human limitations. Even if his resistance, strength and general stamina is superior, he can still feel pleasure and pain, he can get tired and overwhelmed just the same.

It takes time, patience and hard work from you, but when he comes all his skin and muscles tense up before relaxing. His hips still move with yours, slowly riding out his orgasms as he stares at you, arms lowering to grab your waist as if he didn’t want to let go yet.

He definitely doesn’t want to let go anytime soon. During the night, you’ll let him take over and he’ll find great pleasure in doing so, covering every little part of your skin in scratches and bruises. In the morning, there will be incontable mementos of his raw, hard desire of you.

When his chest rises and falls in a speedy motion, heaving as he struggles to find air, you allow yourself to let out a slow chuckle. “Ghoul,” you call. “I’m still not fully ruined. Be a good little creature and try your best.”

Throwing his own words back at him is a dangerous sport. Trapped between his heavy body and the mattress, you know he’ll make you swallow your statement, syllable by syllable.

Ps: Tell me which ghoul you imagined if you want to! I'm curious!

ESorry if there are mistakes or if this is not the best. I had this sitting on my drafts for a while and I finished it practically at midnight &lt;3

[justrandomghoul]

Swiss x Dewdrop: I Would Never, Ever Hurt You

The post that started it all

Angst, hurt/comfort

I made some changes to the original idea, but the idea somewhat stayed the same.

Dewdrop is struggling with the changes of his new element and packmates.

Dewdrop hid at his sanctuary, the ministry's roof, where he could be alone and not be bothered by anyone. He had been going there almost every night ever since his elemental transition. Mountain and Aether had been treating him as if he were a ghost that they couldn't see haunting the halls of the place they once called home. It no longer felt like home since their packmates were banished to the pits and the loss of their Papa.

He felt like he had no other choice: either accept the transition or have his mates be banished...or worse. Dewdrop couldn't bring himself to finish that thought. Despite his sacrifice and weeks of agony, his mates treated him with such coldness. After he recovered, he went into the greenhouse to talk to Mountain and help out like he used to as a water ghoul. Mountain screamed at him to get out and that Dewdrop would set the place ablaze. Dewdrop burst into tears and quickly fled the greenhouse, seeking refuge in his room for the remainder of the day.

Aether also behaved differently; he wouldn't raise his voice at Dewdrop, but he acted as if Dewdrop had died and that Aether was in mourning despite Dewdrop standing next to him. As they did the dishes, he told Dewdrop that he wished Dewdrop hadn't made it and that the fire ghoul was just the shell of the one he used to love. It devastated Dewdrop. He was alive and right next to his mate, but his mate refused to believe that his mate was right there. Aether would watch the fire ghoul with such sadness and devastation that it would make a vengeful spirit weep.

The Cardinal showed kindness to the newly transitioned fire ghoul. He had been taking care of him like his packmates should. The Cardinal saw to it that Dewdrop was well-fed and that his room was kept at a cold temperature to prevent Dewdrop from overheating himself. He also insisted that Dewdrop called him 'Copia' and not by his title since "they are going to work together after all". After Dewdrop finally confided in Copia about the treatment he had been receiving from his mates, Copia berated Mountain and Aether for the treatment of their packmate, who went through weeks of agony for them.

Then the Summoning took place. Sister Imperator ordered the Cardinal to summon a new water ghoul and two air ghouls. Dewdrop watched as they summoned a water ghoul. When the water ghoul appeared, it made Dewdrop ache. The water ghoul was perfect, not a single imperfection on him. He introduced himself as 'Rain' to his future packmates. Dewdrop didn't hate Rain, but the ghoul before him unknowingly triggered a sadness of who he used to be. He used to be beautiful, and now everything he used to be was burned away. Then the air ghouletts were summoned. They were mated and protective of each other. The way they refused to leave each other's embrace made Dewdrop smile; it was sweet in a weird way to watch. They introduced each other as 'Cirius' and 'Cumulus'.

But then something unexpected happened. Out of nowhere, the portal opened again and revealed a multi-ghoul. He trailed not far behind the ghouletts, essentially hitching a ride. A multi-ghoul was extremely rare to encounter, and summoning one was even more so. Dewdrop froze as the multi-ghoul turned his gaze to him, his warm brown eyes reflecting what made Dewdrop feel vulnerable, but didn't feel threatened. The multi-ghoul introduced himself as 'Swiss' and was welcomed with open arms.

After the new arrivals settled in, Dewdrop observed from the sidelines as they interacted with Mountain and Aether, leaving the fire ghoul to himself. He got the hint that he wasn't welcome and left the den feeling dejected. Every day, Dewdrop saw how everyone interacted with one another as if they had been packmates for a long time. They treated Dewdrop as if he wasn't there or that they forgot about him. It caught the attention of Swiss. He saw how lonely the fire ghoul was and how the pack treated him. It made him furious, and from that point on, he swore to himself that he would protect Dewdrop and make sure that he felt loved.

It started as something small, such as helping Dewdrop when he was left to do the dishes. Dewdrop was silent as he cleaned a plate; his long hair hid his face. Swiss wordlessly grabbed a towel and started drying the dishes that Dewdrop had cleaned. Dewdrop turned and looked up at Swiss in surprise. Swiss turned and looked at Dewdrop before smiling at him and continued drying the dish. Dewdrop was silently thankful for his help, but didn't understand why Swiss bothered.

Since then, Swiss began to assist Dewdrop whenever possible. He wordlessly helped the smaller ghoul carry equipment, helped him with his daily tasks that would take the fire ghoul too long to complete, and included him with whatever leisurely thing the pack was doing after a long day of practice and chores. Mountain and Aether continued to distance themselves from Dewdrop, even going as far as protecting Rain from him, despite Dewdrop having no ill feelings towards the water ghoul. After weeks of neglect from Mountain and Aether, Dewdrop gave up and decided to protect his heart from being broken again.

He was so tired of being ignored and sometimes being yelled at by those who used to love him, which is why he took refuge at his sanctuary, a place where no one could hurt him. Feeling utterly defeated, Dewdrop lowered his head and hugged his knees to his chest. The ghosts of his pack plagued his broken mind and heart. He longed for Ifrit's fearless nature and tender heart, yearned for Zephyr's gentle voice and embraces, and most of all, he missed the love Mountain and Aether used to have for him. What he did for them, he did out of love, but they were too overwhelmed by grief and anger to see that.

Dewdrop was about to allow himself to cry when he felt someone behind him, causing him to gasp and turn his head to the presence. He turned and saw Swiss standing hesitantly in front of the window Dewdrop climbed through.

Swiss smiled as he spoke apologetically, "I apologize for disturbing you. I had no idea you were here. I heard that we can see the stars more clearly this time of the year, and I wanted to see them for myself." He hesitated before speaking up again. "Would it be alright if I joined you?"

Dewdrop smiled half-heartedly and patted at a spot next to him. "I wouldn't mind at all."

Swiss grinned and sat down next to the fire ghoul, barely touching him. Dewdrop avoided the multi-ghoul's gaze by looking down at the weather-worn tiles. He didn't want to be rude, but he didn't want to be close to Swiss.

Swiss must've felt Dewdrop's uneasiness, because he politely looked away to look up at the stars. He spoke in wonder, "It's so beautiful up here. You could get lost just by trying to find a single constellation." He turned to look at Dewdrop who refused to look up. "I could get lost finding you."

Dewdrop turned to look at Swiss. His expression betrayed the confusion and vulnerability he felt.

Swiss looked back at Dewdrop before continuing, "You're as bright and beautiful as the North Star."

Dewdrop blushed and looked away. "You have no idea what you're talking about." He insisted.

Swiss dared himself before moving a bit closer to him without touching him. He smiled as he spoke, "I may be new, but I've been around and I know beauty when I see it."

Dewdrop felt tempted to stand up and leave, but couldn't bring himself to, as he felt the multi-ghoul's genuineness and decided to hear him out. He barely spoke above a whisper as he spoke, "If you saw who I used to be, you wouldn't be saying that."

Swiss frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Dewdrop couldn't meet his gaze and decided to look at Swiss's shoes to avoid his eyes as he spoke. "I'm not who I used to be. I used to be beautiful...like Rain." He shakily took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm not a fire-born. I used to be a water ghoul. I used to be beautiful. They decided that I wasn't good enough and that I had to meet their expectations. They took away our pack and I sacrificed myself to keep Mountain and Aether safe."

He wiped a tear away before continuing, "I gave up myself to save them and in return, they act like I died...they act like I'm not here." He sounded defeated. "They would rather mourn who I used to be rather than to accept what I've become."

Swiss hesitated before gently placing his hand on top of the smaller ghoul's. Dewdrop couldn't bring himself to pull away; he missed the gentle comfort. When Swiss saw that Dewdrop didn't reject him, he gently ran his thumb across Dewdrop's knuckles to comfort him. "You changed elements? I-I didn't think that was possible. How...did it..."

Dewdrop sounded pained as he spoke. "It was painful. I felt like I was dying and I guess a part of me did. I had no choice, I had to do it to save them. We had already lost so much and I couldn't bear to lose anyone else. I did what I had to do...and I guess they resent me for it."

Swiss was too horrified to say anything. He had a feeling that something happened that caused a shift in the pack dynamic, but he had no idea of the pain the fire ghoul went through to protect the pack. He wanted to throw punches at Mountain and Aether. How dare they treat their pack member like that after all he did for them to keep them safe? How dare they add more pain? Swiss anchored himself to not lose himself in his anger.

Dewdrop touched his neck where his gills used to be. The black lines that now adorn his neck. Swiss's eyes watered as he saw the scars he never noticed before. He wanted to kiss them away. Dewdrop saw that Swiss was looking at the scars. He shrugged nonchalantly.

"I know, it's not a pretty sight to see."

Swiss slowly raised his hand, checking to see if Dewdrop would pull away. When Dewdrop gave no indication that he objected to his touch, Swiss gently tucked Dewdrop's hair away from his face behind his ear and caressed his cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from the ghoul. He couldn't bring himself to speak above a whisper, as if he feared that if he spoke any louder, Dewdrop would vanish. "You're beautiful."

Dewdrop's expression turned into shock. He couldn't bring himself to speak.

Swiss took his silence as permission to continue. "You're as beautiful as the morning sun."

He couldn't bring himself to speak above a whisper. "Like the sun, I burn everything around me."

Swiss slowly leaned closer. "Like the sun, you shine."

Dewdrop slowly leaned in, mirroring Swiss. "Like the sun, I'm painful to look at."

Swiss leaned closer, their lips barely touching. "Like the sun, I embrace your warmth."

Dewdrop closed the remaining distance between them. A soft gasp escaped from his lips as they kissed. Swiss wrapped his arms protectively around Dewdrop, wanting nothing more than to protect his sun. Dewdrop gently cupped Swiss's face in his hands. The gentle touches felt like small suns. After a few heartbeats, they gently pulled away from their kiss to look into each other's eyes. Swiss's brown eyes started adoringly into Dewdrop's ruby reds.

He spoke softly into his ear. "My sun and stars."