#look at ifrit thanks

[arkiwii]

long bacon?! at a cheap price?? 🥓

inspired by this meme, the link is to the original artist, @row_anii on Twitter

version without speech bubbles

[erysium]

I've noticed that the person who mostly appears in Kye's memories looks kind of like Sonya. Is this on purpose? I just noticed this when reading today.

haha it's a combo of (spoilers) + Kye has a type, also only knows how to braid hair in 1 style + character design is my weakness :’0

[emptymasks]

They're done! I really want to try and make prints again as it's been years and I've never felt like I was very good at making whole posters. Dipping my toe back in with these silly chibis of each Papa with every Ghoul they've had. Perhaps they can also work as a guide for those wanting to learn all the characters? I added in a fair amount of little references with the Ghoul's poses so it'll be interesting to see what you guys figure out and notice!

The prints are on pre-order and won't ship out until November. I've put up 25 of each to start with but if they get low on stock I'll keep adding more until I have them printed and then it'll be a set amount in stock.

Also a reminder about the stickers of every Ghost Papa and Ghoul that I made earlier this year that are also available as customisable badges! Thank you so much to everyone who already bought them and got Etsy to list them as a 'bestseller' for a while. They're still up and in stock.

EDIT: someone informed me Delta was not in Secondo's era so sorry little water ghoul but he got edited out of that drawing.

Characters featured on the prints and are also available on stickers and badges: Papa Emeritus I / Primo, Papa Emeritus II / Secondo, Papa Emerirus III / Terzo, Papa Emeritus IV / Cardinal Copia, Aether, Air, Alpha / Fire, Aurora, Chain / Water, Cirrus, Cowbell, Cumulus, Delta, Dewdrop / Sodo, Earth, Ifrit, Ivy, Lake, Mist, Mountain, Omega / Quintessence, Pebble, Phantom, Phil / Special Ghoul, Rain, Sunshine, Swiss, Zephy.

I can’t link to my Etsy without risking Tumblr hiding the post from tag search results, but the link is in my pinned post, my carrd, I’m emptymasks on Etsy. Reblogs help support artists more than likes ❤️

[ID: Four landscape drawings, one for each of Ghost's Papas and the Ghouls that were in the band with them while they were the lead singer. Each Papa is in the center with each of their ghouls standings to their sides. Every character has their name written above or below them, on brightly coloured backgrounds for each Papa's robe colour. Also, individual pixel art chibi drawings of 69 characters from various European musicals (listed above) that are available as stickers. These drawings are also available as badges where they are placed inside circles to show what they will look like as physical button badges, some of them with plain colour backgrounds and some with 1-3 different pride flags as examples of how you can customise the backgrounds.]

For those who want to know what the little references in the prints are and don't want to guess, they're under the cut:

Omega can be a stompy boy when he's playing guitar, Alpha likes to throw up peace signs, Air is very found of the rock horns hand symbol, there's one close-up photo of Lake out there where you can clearly see his black sclera contacts and he's doing double 'horns' hand symbol, Mountain infamously takes his shoes off when playing the drums and leaves them on the stage at the site of his drumkit, Dewdrop likes to like.. most things including his guitar and his picks and sometimes his own hand, Pebble liked to hand out his drumsticks at the end of shows by dropkicking them into the crowd, Omega wore a flower tucked into his guitar strap during one show and Terzo constantly flirts with him more than other ghouls, Delta is suspected to be the ghoul that attempted to kick an audience member off stage when they climbed onstage and attempted to kiss Terzo, Zephyr was the only band member and only keyboardist who sat down while playing, the special ghoul played by Tobias wore a nametag 'Phil' in an interview, Swiss constantly is showing all his teethies with his smiles and always wiggling and moving around, Aether and Dewdrop often interact with Dew teasing/bothering Aether, Dew and Rain also often interact with Dew constantly reaching to grab his neck and attempt to kiss him, aaaand I think that's everything I intentionally included other than just generally tried to get the poses and expressions to match the personality we've seen from each ghoul.

[ghuleh-recs]

ding dong! reverse trick or treat time! a quick treat for you @miasmaghoul ♡ elvira ifrit was something the world needed to see. i sooo wish i had the time to draw cumulus too 😭 but alas! i gotta get ready for a party!

Any HCs about ghoul Halloween costumes??

OH YES HERE THEY ARE

Swiss is the one who insists on the costumes. Used to be that the abbey would have their usual Hallow's Eve bash, and that was that. Once Swiss discovered the concept of costumes on tour, though, and the idea absolutely tickled him. So now, the ghouls have their own gathering.

Swiss goes all out every year. This time, he's a picture perfect representation of Dr. Frank-n-furter. The hair, the heels, the lingerie - all of it. Even shaved his mustache so he could get the makeup just right; Dew and Aurora are FURIOUS. Swiss does a full on performance of Sweet Transvestite that brings down the house (aka Mountain claps and Rain records it to make gifs for the ghroupchat.)

Speaking of Rain, he usually doesn't put a whole lot of effort into his costumes. He doesn't want to detract from his natural beauty. This year he's been especially lazy, choosing simply to drop enough of his glamour for his skin to be the most stunning shade of shimmering blue. Speckled with scales, rippling fins along his limbs and back, strong tail swishing languidly behind him. Black eyes and pearly fangs. Perfectly unearthly.

But where Rain is lazy, Aeon puts in Maximum Effort. He got Cumulus and Mountsan's help in hand stitching a period-accurate Dracula costume. Frilly sleeves, tight pants, a vest that threatens to crush the life out of him. The boots he wears nearly reach his knees, borrowed from Cirrus' closet. The fangs are his own, specifically unglamoured so only his canines appear elongated. He floats around the party with a cloak billowing behind him for extra drama, and Dew tells him he looks like a gayer Lestat.

Dew, meanwhile, isn't usually one for costumes. Prefers wearing his civvies and taking it easy, saying he's dressed as a metalhead if anyone asks. This year, though, Swiss had dared him into something a bit more...challenging. Never one to back down, Dew accepted before Swiss had even brought out the outfit, and as he stands behind the snack table he has Regrets. He's in a blood red bodycon dress, one that doesn't even reach the middle of his thighs. A strapless number that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. The lingerie beneath it had been it's own struggle; a lacy black strapless bra stuffed with socks, black satin panties covering his tucked-back cock, meticulously torn fishnets. He's trying not to move too much, the four-inch heels he's been shoved into more of a hazard than anything else. Dew wishes he wasn't so jealous of how easily Swiss walks in his own pair. His hair and makeup are done too, golden locks pulled into an intricate updo and lips red as his dress. It exposes the long line of his neck, and it's work to keep Aeon's fangs away from his throat.

The real work for Dew, though, comes when Aether strolls in from an impromptu shift in the infirmary. Still dressed in his smart slacks, pale purple button down and slightly too tight white coat. A stethoscope looped around his neck and a pair of silver-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. Dew really has to fight not to pop the world's most obvious boner while he talks about something with Mountain that he's long since lost track of.

Mountain, for the record, has been spending the last ten minutes or so staring at Rain, so he's not all that bothered. His own costume is similar to Rain's, but as opposed to "I'm a water ghoul" Mountain tells everyone he's Poison Ivy. Magickal plants cover him from tits to toes, creeping vines hugging him like a second skin. There are flowers dispersed throughout, bursts of color in the vibrant green, and a braided crown of something definitely poisonous settled between his antlers. Aurora keeps sneaking blossoms for herself, and she knows Mountain won't notice.

She couldn't NOT go as Princess Aurora. It was too perfect to pass up! Complete with flowing blonde hair, a perfectly fitted pink gown that color shifts to blue in the right light, and a little golden crown. She floats around the room on weightless feet, helped along by just enough air magick to make her look angelic and ethereal. The flowers she squirrels away from Mountain's bounty get handed out to her dance partners - Cirrus has the most so far.

Cirrus, who has gone low-effort but in an effective way. She's in her old Era IV uniform, black fabric settling over her curves like it belongs there. Severe in a way that demands attention. She's wearing a mask, but not the one that usually comes with this outfit. No shiny silver or stylized curls. This mask is simple, white, curved and molded over her right eye, cheek and part of her forehead. She spends the early part of the evening at the common room piano, playing the overture from Phantom of the Opera so the others will stop asking what she is.

Sunshine is a clown, but in like a clown-core way. Baggy clothes in mismatched colors and patterns, white face paint with exaggerated red lips and blue triangles around her eyes. She has a whole host of silly little party tricks up her sleeve too; the look of disdain she gets from Rain when she soaks him with the flower on her lapel is absolutely worth whatever he'll to do her later.

Cumulus and Ifrit end up committing a bit of a costume faux pas - they both arrive dressed as Elvira. Skintight black gown with plunging neckline? Check. Massive black wig? Check. Dagger-like nails? Check. They share a good natured laugh before they find themselves being ogled into oblivion by Aeon, who can't decide whose tits he'd rather fuck.

Copia is a sheet ghost.

[endless-weightless]

Can we get more ghoul headcannons pls!! The smuttier the better 🩷

AHHHH FIRST REQUEST!! and thank you for this because I LOVE writing smutty ghoul hcs.

not rlly proofread soz

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

WARNINGS/TAGS: smut (obvi), gn!reader, CNC, monsterfucking?, size kink, dacryphilia, bondage, ghouls have mating cycles now bc i said so, pegging, anal, breeding kink, bdsm

🎸 Sodo

Will always fuck you to the point where you’re practically screaming and begging for him because he practically gets high off the ego boost.

He doesn’t mind whatsoever about having to do most if not all the work. The best reward he could ask for is seeing you all fucked out and crying his name.

When Sodo's in heat, he isn't just horny, he's also really fucking aggressive for no good reason 😭. He's snappy, grumpy, stompier than usual and it's all because he's got blue balls LMFAO.

Because of his angry mood, anything you do that pisses him off could result in some rough sex while he growls at you about how you've pissed him off. But, there's a small chance you could put him in his place because he's surprisingly into subbing when it means he gets to put up a fight (consensually, of course).

When he does sub, he's the biggest fucking brat imaginable. It's a good thing he gets so sensitive when he's punished because he cannot listen to an order for the love of everything unholy.

Hates when he can't be handsy with you. He just can't get enough of your body so if you really want to torture him then tie up his hands behind him.

🎸 Phantom

He’s super into puppy play but is absolutely terrified of admitting it and just prays that you’ll suggest something like collaring him so he can bring it up.

This hc and the next one are fem!reader (kinda?) ones but hang in there. Phantom is fucking infatuated with your tits. If your riding him he’s staring at them bouncing like he’s hypnotised.

Also loves fucking your tits regardless of their size because tits are tits and they all look beautiful (but yours are always his favourite).

So obedient it’s adorable. He never acts up around you and if he does he’s on his knees immediately and apologising profusely.

Constantly asking if you feel good even when he’s moments away from cumming and is overstimulated.

Goes non-verbal when he gets too worked up. All he can get out are whimpers, sniffles and small nods or shaking of his head. It’s hard to tell if he needs to tap out so you have to check up on him and be extra attentive.

🎸 Aether

Gets super aroused when he smells you, especially if he’s in heat.

When he’s fucking you he likes whispering in your ear about how he’s going to fuck a baby into you while you dumbly nod as his thrusts become more and more rough.

Gets a little too turned on when you wrap your hands around his horns because they just look so much bigger than your hands.

Wanna give Aether an instant boner? Wear a thin sundress or loosely buttoned shirt around him with no underwear on and watch him writhe in his seat when he picks up on the scent of your underwear being absent.

He's always down to fuck in the church part of the abbey. The risk of getting caught or being seen/heard is thrilling to him and the ministry encouraging sex is just a bonus.

Loves a good bit of cockwarming when you're both too sleepy to fuck or he just wants to torture you.

🎸 Rain

Goes absolutely feral for some sloppy and messy sex. He just loves seeing the two covered in each others cum and arousal.

Prefers being marked rather than marking you. The hickeys and bruises he gets to see the next day always make his stomach backflip as he imagines what you’ll do tonight.

Rain isn't a huge fan of seeing you in pain during sex. Him however...

It's not entirely kink related, it's kinda just a very fucked up way of showing his devotion to you that also happens to get him off.

I honestly think he wouldn't absolutely despise the idea of being caught having sex. Like in a sense where someone accidentally walks into your room while you two are fucking and not being out in public.

He's very big on you belonging to him and him belonging to you. Not in a sub/dom dynamic way but rather being each others mate. I could go on and on about him during his mating cycles but I'll save that for another fic...

🥁 Mountain

One of his favourite things to do is to use his elemental powers to grow vines to use as restraints. And if you’re into cnc or just like surprises, he’ll do it when you least expect it.

Touching his horns or tail is a dangerous game to play because it’ll always end with him above you fucking you until you see stars and there’s tears welling in your eyes.

Has a giant mirror right across from his bed that he makes you face while you fuck in reverse cowgirl just so he can see how tiny you look compared to him.

Calling him ‘sir’ is a one way ticket to overstimulation because once it slips out of you he won’t stop fucking you any time soon.

He doesn't like having to be verbal with his commands, when you see him gesture you to come sit on his lap, you better listen.

If you ever want to see him turn as submissive as he possibly can be, start scratching at the base of his horns and behind his ears. He won't go down easily but he'll still let out a few somewhat pornographic moans.

🎤 Swiss

He needs his cock stepped on every once in a while, preferably by a nice pair of stilettos or latex boots.

Practically has no limits. He’s into pretty much everything you can think of and is willing to try anything if it makes you happy and gets you off.

He’s primarily focused on your pleasure but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like being taken care of.

Every heat cycle for Swiss turns all his dials up from 0 to 100 and it's almost scary. His urge to breed isn't even that strong, he just really needs to be fucked so he'll shut up.

He’s usually really enthusiastic about subbing, but sometimes he feels the need to be a bratty little shit so you’ll take out your anger on him and he can forget about everything wrong with the world for a solid few hours.

He's a biter, that's for sure. The intensity of the bite depends on your comfort but if you give him the green light he'll start biting so hard he draws enough blood to have you lightheaded.

🎸 Omega

Although I said Omega is a hard dom and a mean one too in my previous post about the ghouls, I don’t think he’d be opposed to subbing every once in a hunter’s moon.

Loves having you just ride his thigh while he practices guitar. He gets to see you all needy and not be able to be affectionate to him because of the obnoxious Hagström Fantomen blocking your torso from his and the lack of attention.

Wouldn’t mind cuckolding if it involved Terzo. Also wouldn’t mind if Terzo simply ordered the two of you around while he jerked off at the sight.

Him being a mean and hard dom doesn't make him cruel, he still praises you when you behave well. If you've managed to take his cock on top of the edging and torture, he'll softly smother your face and neck in kisses for doing such a good job while he continues to thrust into you.

(AFAB reader hc) If you ever find yourself horny yet on your period do not fret because Omega gives absolutely zero (0) fucks! He'll even eat you out if you want him to.

Adores roleplay, especially if it involves corruption. One of his favourite scenes to act out is for you to be an innocent mortal summoning a ghoul from hell not knowing what ghouls desire once they're on earth.

🎸 Ifrit

He already gets hard when he’s giving head but if you grab onto his horns to pull him closer and he chokes on your dick/suffocates between your thighs he might cum untouched because oh Lucifer it feels good.

He likes fucking fast and rough, regardless of the dynamic. He likes seeing the bruises, feeling that fuzziness in his limbs and not being able to think when he’s fucking.

Will randomly communicate how he's feeling throughout the day by hugging you from behind and pressing his hard, clothed cock into your backside. Zero shame whatsoever.

Loves a good bit of thigh riding. He doesn't mind who's riding who's thigh, he just likes the feeling of it.

You can always tell when he's close to cumming because his tail will start to flick erratically while his claws extend for a split second.

Ifrit isn't afraid to use his tail to jerk you off. Don't act surprised when you feel something wrap around your cock or the spade of his tail flicking over your clit.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

that's all lovelies!

[rottenpumpkin13]

Can we hear about the day Lazard snapped from the firsts shenanigans?

The Day Lazard Finally Snapped

• It all starts when Angeal and Sephiroth are passing through the Skyview Hall when they spot Reeve with a baby in a holder strapped to his chest.

Angeal: Hey Reeve! I didn't know you had a child.

Reeve: I don't. This is my assistant's baby. I allow her to bring him in on occasion since childcare is hard to find. She asked me to watch him while she's in a meeting, but⏤

Sephiroth: What kind of mother abandons her child?

Reeve: ⏤but I have to meet with the editor of Architecture Weekly in ten minutes.

Sephiroth: What kind of mother abandons her child with a strange man who works for Shinra?

Angeal: I'm sorry to hear that, director.

Reeve: Wait, could you two watch him? It'll only be for an hour.

Angeal: I don't think⏤

*Reeve hands the child to Angeal, who is now sweating bullets*

Reeve: Great, thanks! By the way, I'm supposed to be locating some materia that went missing from the inventory this morning. Do you mind finding them for me? Here's the list.

*Reeve hands Angeal the list, Angeal hands the baby to Sephiroth, who holds it like a bomb with his arms outstretched*

Angeal: Reeve, I really don't think we⏤

Reeve: Great! See 'ya!

• Reeve literally sprints away. Angeal looks back at Sephiroth, who has now strapped the baby to the carrier on his chest. Angeal looks down at the list.

Angeal: Three Ifrit summons, sixteen fire materia, nine ice materia, thirty chocobo lures, four petrify materia, and seventeen lightning materia.

Sephiroth: The baby is crying because it wants its mother. I feel a strange kinship with this child.

Angeal: Why would someone need thirty chocobo lures??

Sephiroth: There, there. Don't cry because your mother abandoned you, rejoice because your father isn't Professor Hojo.

*Angeal grows exasperated and turns to Sephiroth*

Angeal: Seph, it's hungry. We need to feed it.

Sephiroth: Where will we find someone with functioning mammary glands on such short notice?

Angeal: FORMULA. GET THE FORMULA IN THE BABY BAG.

*The baby cries more, Sephiroth holds it closer to him*

Sephiroth: You're upsetting our child.

Angeal: IT'S NOT OUR⏤*Angeal takes a deep breath*⏤It's not our child, give it the baby formula, and let's go. We still need to find the culprit behind the stolen materia.

Sephiroth: Do you mind if we stop by Professor Hojo's lab first? I want to show him what competent fathership looks like.

Angeal: No. And you're acting insane. Here, give me the baby.

Sephiroth: I have only had this child for three minutes, but if anyone tries to hurt it or take it away I will kill everyone here.

Angeal: When this is all over, I'm signing you up for art therapy and getting you a cat.

• Lazard is away on a business trip and has left Genesis in charge. He's supposed to be getting work done, but instead he's sitting in Lazard's office with his feet up, reading a romance novel.

Genesis: I don't understand why Lazard complains all the time. This is the easiest position in this company.

•There's a violent crash right outside the office, followed by Zack's voice going "Wow! I didn't know the ceiling was that easy to break."

*Genesis gets up at the speed of light. He runs out and sees Zack and Cloud with tennis rackets*

Genesis: What are you doing? I thought I sent you far away on a mission to Cosmo Canyon.

Zack: We got back early! And since Angeal's busy there's no point in training. Plus, my mission report can wait until Lazard's back.

Genesis: And what's Strife doing here? Last I recall this is the SOLDIER floor, not the Infantrymen Who Look Like Baby Chocobos floor.

Cloud: Could've fooled me. I saw you and thought this was the Sephiroth Is Better Than Me So I Take It Out On Bad Poetry floor.

Genesis: Listen here⏤

*Zack jumps between them*

Zack: We were just playing some tennis! Where's the harm in that?

Genesis:

Genesis: Zack where's the ceiling

*They look up and six ceiling panels are missing*

Zack: We're playing pro tennis.

Genesis: Goddess.

Cloud: But we lost all of our balls and now we can't play anymore.

Genesis: Hm. Have you tried substituting them with something else?

Cloud: Like what?

Genesis: Materia are round and large enough to work.

Zack: Good idea, but we don't have any to spare.

Genesis: I have some.

*Genesis pulls a key out of his pocket, walks across the hall, and unlocks a supply closet where he pulls out a crate full of materia*

Zack: Woah! How many do you have in there?

Genesis: Three Ifrit summons, sixteen fire materia, nine ice materia, thirty chocobo lures, four petrify materia, and seventeen lightning materia.

Cloud: Why does the box say Property Of Shinra Electric Power Company? Wait, did you steal this??

Genesis: There is no such thing as stealing if your victim stole it from the planet.

Zack: Why thirty chocobo lures??

Genesis: Do not presume to question my actions.

• Sephiroth and Angeal have no leads on the missing materia, so they decide to go ask the turks for any information they have. They walk into a conference room where Tseng and Rufus are talking.

Tseng: WHY do you have a baby??

Sephiroth: Two men cannot raise a child without being criticized.

Angeal: We're babysitting.

Rufus: How may we help you?

Angeal: A crate of materia went missing from the inventory. Reeve asked us to locate it. Any chance you have an idea where it went?

Rufus: We were just going over the security footage, actually. A stunning, beautiful woman was seen entering and leaving with the stolen materia.

Tseng: Come take a look.

*They walk over and watch the security footage*

Sephiroth:

Angeal:

Angeal: That's GENESIS.

Tseng: Impossible. I had no idea Rhapsodos was a master of disguise.

Sephiroth: He's not even in disguise. He wore that dress to a Loveless performance yesterday. *said while he rocks the baby to sleep*

Rufus: Sephiroth, would you mind accompanying me to meet my father? I'd like to show him what adequate fathership looks like.

Sephiroth: Gladly.

Angeal: *exasperated* We'll get the materia back from Genesis, don't worry. There's no need to get involved, and we'll make him promise not to do it again.

Tseng: Actually, the issue is much more annoying. You see, the crate he stole contained faulty materia. We're not sure they even work, but if they do there might be some...explosive consequences.

Angeal: Don't worry, knowing Genesis, he's hording the materia somewhere until the search dies down and hasn't actually used it yet.

*The baby hasn't fallen asleep and is wide awake*

Sephiroth: Of course, how could I be so foolish? The baby needs to be tired out through playtime and proper enrichment first.

*Rufus takes a box of ammunition from his coat pocket and uses it as a rattle. The baby laughs*

Tseng: Sir, I don't think that's an appropriate toy for a baby.

Sephiroth: Nonsense. I had that toy when I was younger and I turned out fine.

Angeal: No the fuck you did not.

• Zack and Cloud's tennis match with materia is going smoothly. Genesis has made himself the umpire and is officiating the match. They're in Lazard's office so no one catches them slacking off.

*Cloud hurles a fire materia toward Zack at top speed. Zack shrieks and ducks*

Genesis: Five love.

Zack: No fair! He's just aiming it right at me!

Cloud: Because you're my opponent. That's how tennis works.

*Cloud sends another chocobo lure Zack's way that hits him right in the face*

Genesis: Six love.

Zack: WE GET IT, YOU'RE OBSESSED WITH LOVELESS. SHUT UP.

Genesis: ......

Cloud: I really need to get back and start getting ready for patrol tonight.

Zack: Nooo, come on! Just one more try! I'll beat you, you just watch.

• Cloud sighs and readies himself. Zack grabs a lightning materia and serves. Cloud hits the materia when it reaches him. Except this time it fuses with the tennis racket and starts hissing and billowing smoke. Cloud panics and lets the tennis racket drop. It starts glowing and vibrating.

• All of the littered materia on the office floor start emitting the same low whistle and vibrating, all at once.

• Genesis senses the incoming explosion. He grabs Zack and Cloud and dives under the desk.

• Lazard comes back from his business trip early. He's in the elevator thinking about the decision to leave Genesis in charge. He had initially meant to bequeath Sephiroth the responsibility, but felt for Genesis. They're always placing him second next to Sephiroth, constantly berating and expecting the worst from him.

• He thinks it's unfair. Genesis is one of the most competent SOLDIERs in the program. He's hardworking, responsible and authoritive. There's no doubt in Lazard's mind that everything is running smoothly in his absence.

*Lazard opens his office door*

• The three Ifrit summons went off and are raging, smashing the walls and ceilin. The fire materia also went off and now everything is on fire. It's shooting fire balls and one of them burned the office door clean off, shattering the glass. The ice materia has caused a raging blizzard inside the office and everything that isn't on fire is freezing over. The lightning materia is causing firework-like explosions to go off.

• Lazard stands there for a good five minutes, petrified (literally) (the petrify materia hit him)

• Once the last blast of lightning goes off and things seem to have quieted down, Genesis, Zack and Cloud poke their heads up from under the desk.

Zack: Hey, director! We didn't expect you back so early!

Cloud: How was the business trip? Have fun?

Genesis: My, my, director, that suit makes you look dashing. Have you done something to your hair?

• It's a poor choice of words because half of Lazard's hair is on fire.

*Angeal runs in*

Angeal: Genesis, you crook. Did you use Lazard's access card to steal all that materia?? Do you know how mad he's going to be when he finds out? He's already in trouble with upper management because he left you in charge.

*Zack points to Lazard in the corner, Angeal turns around*

Angeal: Oh. Oh no.

• And then the chocobo lures go off. Thirty grown chocobos come speeding into the office, two of them knocking Lazard to the ground.

• And then, as if things couldn't possibly get any worse, Sephiroth runs in with the baby.

Sephiroth: Angeal, how dare you abandon me and our child??

Angeal: Oh my god.

• The Firsts and Zack are sitting in the briefing room when Tseng walks in.

Tseng: Good morning. As you all know, Lazard has taken a medical leave. I'll be taking his place while he's away.

Genesis: How is he? I tried to visit him in the hospital yesterday, but apparently the mere mention of my name sent him into another cardiac arrest.

Tseng: He's sedated and fine. Don't feel discouraged. Two Seconds went in to visit him this morning, but all it took was one look at a SOLDIER uniform and he started screaming.

Angeal: If he quits, it's on Zack, Gen and Strife. Sephiroth and I were busy hunting materia and babysitting.

Sephiroth: No. You were looking for the materia. I was taking adequate care of the baby and giving it the attention its mother denied it.

Tseng:

Tseng: Sephiroth

Tseng: Sephiroth why do you still have the baby?

*They look over and sure enough, Sephiroth has the baby in a carrier strapped to his chest*

Sephiroth:

Sephiroth: I'm the most competent adult in its life.

[divine-misfortune]

Dew loves being the stress relief Zephyr doesn't know they need sometimes.

They're not often a heavy handed dom, preferring to order rather than force, but sometimes there's that itch they struggle to scratch. Can't push Mountain around like they can with Dew. Can't manhandle Ifrit the way they can with Dew. Can't take Aether over their knee like Dew. But that little water ghoul eagerly submits to their more sadistic side without question, eager to feel the brunt of their frustrations like no one else can.

He's mostly good, they know he truly only acts like a brat when Aether's around, but sometimes he seems to delight in riling them up. Poking the beast until he spends the next day wincing when he walks and nearly yelping when he sits down, the backs of his thighs and his ass bruised dark as a plum - the thin marks of a whip still visible in the muddy array.

It isn't all punishment, because Dew often proves himself good. He looks beautiful and delicate above them, hands braced on their chest, working those narrow hips like the only thing he knew was pleasing them. Small and fragile enough they can take him in their hands and bounce them on their cock with ease, and Dew takes it. His head falling back, flush creeping down his chest, little cock dripping as he's moved like a doll. Rewarded for his submission by being used for their pleasure.

And when Zephyr finally cums, the irritation and annoyance seemingly vanishing from their body, they can drag Dew down against their chest, slowly softening cock held in the warm clutch of his body still. He's limp against them, thighs trembling on either side of their hips, face squished into their collarbones. They stay there, nose buried in his hair, knuckles dancing lazily up and down his spine, Dew purring sweetly all the while.

Zephyr's appreciation is hushed, whispered into him like a secret. Soft thanks breathed close to his ear until they can look down and see those pale blue eyes staring up at them, still a touch glassy, a little wet around the lashes. Silent gratitude and adoration in the way he looks at them, 'I love you and I trust you' without words every time.

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Hi. I don't know what this is. 2k of nonsense, mostly religious and Dew/Copia. Please take it and don't ask too many questions. We're sexualizing and spiritualizing Dew's transition and the trans experience in general. Or whatever. How many times can I rephrase the same basic idea is the real question.

@askingforthesun talking to you inspired me to finish it for better or for worse. Does this even make sense. I don't know.

There are fifteen votive candles burning in the chapel. Five on the left, five on the altar, five on the right. If he focuses he could tell exactly what temperature they burn at; from the base that gobbles up the soft cotton wick to the dancing and flickering tip. He could estimate what temperature the wax melted, what temperature the glass holders were. Anything to do with heat and flame, Dewdrop could pull from some unknown source and tell anyone who asked.

Nobody asks. 

And he can't tell if there's water in the baptismal font.

He has his new uniform on, a triangle stitched on the inside of his collar. He had done it himself and when the needle slipped, stabbing the soft flesh of his unprotected thumb, he let the blood well out and soak into the thread. It seemed like the right thing to do. Even after everything, he didn't think the fire completely took hold of him until that one private moment.

Everything he was, given up for everything he could become. It had worked. When the others asked, eager for details and gossip, he had lied and said he couldn't remember the process.  Only Delta had understood the trial of it all, a silent camaraderie shared with knowing looks and shared cigarettes. As much as he loves the others, they just…they weren't like him. They hadn't felt that strange, hallowed call coming from the very fibers of their being. Something must change, this is not right. He often wondered if Delta had an easier time of it— if his Quintessence soothed the anxiety in his blood of not being in the right form, or if it made things worse. Instinctively he knows it's not something he could ever ask. Dew might have taken himself down the path of elemental transition but the similarities ended there. The only footsteps here were his own.

“Dew?” Mist says softly, breaking him out of his reverie. “We'll be here when it's over.”

The same words spoken before the door to the ritual chamber shut behind him and his ordeal began. He'd given his pack a nod, straightened his spine and knocked. And when the doors shut behind him…

Change was never easy. 

But it had been worth it, in the end.

“I know.” He replies, looking over his shoulder at them. At everyone.  Zephyr and Mountain and Ifrit and Aether and Mist. Omega and Alpha. Delta, with his heavy, knowing gaze. The water ghoul holds his palm over his heart and gives the slightest of bows. There's a faint smile on his face when he comes and Dew…Dew smiles back. The worst is over and this is the blessing. The celebration and giving thanks to Lucifer. On the other side, Copia awaits to start this ritual and Dew straightens his spine, looks ahead and pushes the door open because he's already been accepted. There's no need to knock.

Fifteen candles and Copia at the altar. Tradition dictates that fire is welcomed best at the zenith of the sun's progress through the sky and the light that shines through the stained glass windows sends multicolored blocks of light kaleidoscoping across the floor of the chapel. The door closes silently behind Dew and Copia turns around. He's in his black robes and biretta, with a design of face paint Dew has never seen before and his heart stutters. This is not the Cardinal. This is his very first glimpse at the Papa Copia will someday become.

Copia holds his gloved hand out with a soft smile and Dew begins his slow walk down the aisle. Goosebumps break out in a ripple on his skin though the air is pleasantly warm, not stuffy in the slightest. The fire calls to him as he passes, welcoming him like it welcomes all kindling but he knows it will not devour him. It has accepted him as an extension of the flame. Copia's white eye burns far hotter than any flame as Dew crosses the final distance between them and takes his hand. 

“My ghoul.” Copia starts. No nervousness to him, no anxiety and if Dew was capable of anything other than awe, he would laugh. This is the Copia that welcomes initiated Siblings into the fold, brings them into the flock with love and care. How many Sisters have swooned under these exact circumstances? “I welcome who you have chosen to become.”

He wonders if the words are scripted but does not dwell over them much. Besides, now Copia's giving him a sly little wink and murmuring, “Let's get this show on the road, eh?” and that's the Cardinal he's familiar with. Dew nods in silent resolution. With a sweeping gesture, Copia beckons towards the black idol of Baphomet just beyond the altar; shaggy and goatheaded, male and female. Baphomet is large, both the statue and in stature but his lord does not frighten Dewdrop. In the carven eyes, he sees the flicker of candlelight and then, something more than just candlelight. The stone itself seems to take on new life the longer Dew looks and as Copia bows to the idol, Dew breathes in and catches the faintest scent of sweet hay and fresh goat milk. Though Copia addresses Baphomet as the Unholy Father in his opening speech, the idol's face is as kind as a mother looking at her newborn for the first time.

Both and neither. Dew could fall to his knees at the love he feels emanating from the god. You have chosen and shaped yourself. Baphomet whispers into his mind. To do so is to truly follow in my footsteps.

“Thank you.” Dew breathes. Copia pays no notice. His job is direct and contain the energy of Lucifer in all three of his forms as Dew asks for the blessing going forward; Unholy Father, Fallen Son, and the Unknown Spirit. Each an aspect of their Lord and each equally important in their faith. With the three of them invoked, their presence filling the little chapel, a second is needed in the Ritual to channel their images. One alone ran the risk of losing themselves in the power. 

Dew trusts Copia. He'd known the little man since his summoning; then, a nervous little bishop always in the background. Scurrying around with his folios and paperwork, always sitting in the back pew and praying long after Mass had ended. And his prayers were answered, as the machinations of the Clergy elevated him to the lead of the Ghost Project shortly after he became Cardinal. Not to discredit Copia's own hard work. Dew thinks the only ones he might trust to act as conduit are the previous Papa's and he only said yes to Copia because he'd been the first to ask.

“And now, we begin.” Copia states. To their left awaits the shrine to the Unknown Spirit. Dew follows close behind Copia as they proceed, searching in the shadows for something that shows Lucifer has heard his prayers. To depict the Unknown Spirit goes against the very nature of its being. It is the presence felt at the crossroads, it is the creak of the gallows and the sound of the fiddle. It is the space between stars and the darkness of the tomb and it is the red light from the stained glass reflecting off Copia's glove.  It will grant any request if the asker can pay the price of its favor. 

And Dew has paid.

His action here is nothing more than lighting the sixth candle sitting cold and unlit on the altar. Action itself, is highly valued by the Spirit. The first step down the long, dark, and twisting road. He calls the fire and it dances into being for him, a tug in his heart similar to one he felt upon making the choice to transition. 

The shadows stir and for the briefest of moments, Dew sees a figure; clothed in black, a wide brimmed hat hiding eyes that burn like coal. The hat is tipped, a nod given. An understanding has been made.  Nothing else is required here.

Across the nave, to the shrine to the Fallen Son of Heaven. Here, a statue is more appropriate– to show the lovely features of Heaven’s brightest twisting in righteous anger, his wings burning and halo disintegrating.

As Copia stands beseeching, Dew thinks about gratitude. He thinks about what would make a beloved son of heaven wrest power from an unfair god that didn't deserve his child's devotion. What stirred the first thought of rebellion in a perfect machine made only for worship?  He thinks it might be odd to be grateful to his Lord for something he did entirely on his own. It was his own strength of mind that brought him through the ordeal of the change, his own desire to see the process through. How much did Lucifer really have to do with it, to the point where He needed thanks like the god He rebelled against?

We made our choice, you and I. The statue whispers to him. We fought to be what we are now. Feel the body you now wear. The fire has always loved you too much to let you burn away.

Lucifer, Morningstar. A streak of light across the darkness outside of heaven’s eternal purity. Burning as he fell, the blaze cloaking him, shielding him. Becoming his home once his descent was complete and there were eons between earth and heaven. Dew sees the wall of fire from his ritual, how walking through it took all his strength as it enveloped him, tested him, scorched away anything that might keep him from his destination. Any doubts he had, any worries lingering, all were taken by the flame. The water of his essence,  steaming out of him, dripping and hissing on the hot tiles below his feet. The flame loved him. He would not burn. 

The warmth comes back to him now as he stares at the depiction of Lucifer. Most beautiful among God’s angels. Beauty to inspire a host of angels to break away and fight, beauty that would never be passive and subservient. Fire was aligned with lust and passion for a reason and the eyes of the statue seem to burn with both the longer Dew looks. A hush seemed to fall about the chapel as Dew steps forward, past the praying figure of Copia. He knew, he just knew if he reached out and touched it, the marble would be warm like flesh and there would be firm muscle underneath. 

No longer angry, Lucifer regards him with the sort of intensity that made Dew weak in the knees. But he stood. He stood and reached out towards his Lord and the hand reached back and the statue was alive, it wanted him, it longed for him to come close enough to snatch away and feast upon, for them to burn together in each other's flames and Dew opened his mouth, called to the fire like a lover, poised on his tiptoes ready to be taken and-

The sixth candle on the altar flares to life, jumping so high it licks his skin and the moment is gone. Lucifer, mere marble again. But the weight in his gaze remains, made more demanding by the denial of Dew’s touch. 

He's not surprised to realize he's aroused. An aching thrum of sheer want coursed through his body and came to rest between his legs, where his cock was starting to swell up. There is no judgment and nothing is forbidden here, in this blessing. What he feels, he is to act on, and there's not an ounce of shame as Dew's hand almost absently goes to soothe his cock with a press of his palms against it. Was it a trick of the light, or was Lucifer gazing fondly at him? 

Take what you want and feed me your desire.

His legs wobble. Dew spreads his stance, as if that will help but it only serves to pull the fabric of his pants tighter against his cock. He's warm all over, hyper aware of his own body, skin prickling as the statue devours him by looks alone. A pearl of pre well up at the top and melts into fabric. His shirt rasps over his chest as he breathes, just rough enough to brush over his nipples. The buttons, once a comforting tightness, now hug his waist, turn it waspishly thin and highlight how wrong it feels to not have hands there, nothing guiding him, grabbing him, doing whatever they wanted with him. 

He moans and immediately covers his mouth in embarrassment. Copia doesn't react. Too absorbed in the ritual, his voice a comforting drone in the background. It's second nature to reach for him, a source of stability in the faith as Dew treads new ground. His robe is soft in Dew’s hand and he feels only a tiny bit of guilt when he realizes how sweaty he is. 

Give it to me. The statue hisses and Dew damn near doubles over, clutching onto Copia like a lifeline as his cock surges, jumps and weeps pre. A swoop of arousal hits him so hard it brings tears to his eyes and it's with one shaking hand that Dew undoes his pants and falls to his knees, burying his face in Copia's robes as he cries out, frantically tugging at himself because if he doesn't cum now he thinks he might die, he really will. A hand, heavy and gloved comes to rest on his head, scratching just right between his horns and Dew sobs. He can't stop. He's so close, so fast and Copia is touching the sensitive skin right by the base of his horns-

His core flares, the flames jump higher and he cums faster and harder than he ever has in his entire existence. Thankfully with the presence of mind to catch most of it in his hand. Lucifer might forgive him for staining the red velvet of the kneeler, but he's not keen on a repeat of the ordeal when he inevitably is the one to scrub them out afterwards. 

Now he collapses. Ash crumbling away, but Copia catches him. Breaks his prayers to murmurs words of comfort to Dew as he easily cradles him, lifts him up. Dew brings his soiled hand to his mouth and cleans himself with his tongue as Copia brings him to the center. Lays him on the black marble of the altar, under the gaze of Baphomet. 

You have endured much. Baphomet says. A trial of your own doing. 

And he would do it again and again and again if it meant feeling the presence of his Lord so close.

Oh, little one. Baphomet says warmly, so full of love Dew could cry. I am always with you. Fire was yours to call home from the start.

The dark waters of his home in Hell. Far below the churning surfaces, to vents spewing black and white plumes. Hiding Dew from predators, keeping him warm. The memory of scrabbling at the sharp black stones, trying to pry them apart to make the cracks bigger, to one day wriggle inside and be engulfed in the heat. 

I am not all powerful. Baphomet says thoughtfully. Nor do I control every aspect of my realm. One is always encouraged to test the limits, push past boundaries. Discover what breaks them and what makes them whole. There is no sin in self discovery.

If Dew wasn't hanging on to every word the figure spoke, he would notice Copia’s silence. The way his eye took on a new light and the shift in his whole being.

And I applaud you for this journey, little one. Baphomet tells him. Be proud, for what you have done is worthy of pride. Change does not exist in heaven. An eternity of stagnation is a horrible thing.

Hands tenderly cup Dew’s face. Warm lips press against his, human and trembling with a want that has been there for so long, Dew doesn't know how he didn't see it earlier.  But the fire has burned away what blocked his vision. His arms come up to hold Copia; his Papa. Hard against him as Dew is dragged to the edge of the altar, ripe Communion for a Black Mass. He tastes paint and wine and blood as his fangs cut Copia's lip in their kiss. 

Do as all flames do. Baphomet speaks for the final time. Consume.

Dew opens his mouth and holds Copia tight.

The sixth and final candle lights as they move against each other; the ritual now complete.

[altocat]

Angeal getting Sephiroth out of a bad lab session please I’m on my hands and knees begging for scraps of Sephgeal hurt/comfort

Sephiroth having a particularly nasty procedure on Hojo's table. The sedatives didn't take (Sephiroth has been building a growing tolerance) and he's all but wide awake while Hojo violates him. Angeal just happened to be waiting outside and bursts in with all the fire and rage of all the hells, Ifrit incarnate. He threatens that if Hojo EVER tries something like this again, or a procedure in which Sephiroth is not properly sedated, he'll do everything in his power to ENSURE that Hollander replaces him as head of R&D. And if not that, then he'll personally throw Hojo down an elevator shaft, Honor be damned.

He guides Sephiroth back to his apartment, curling around him while Sephiroth shakes and gathers himself. Sephiroth's breathing is nearly out of control, pale form half-naked, covered in half-healed bruises and scrapes from Hojo's instruments. Angeal was lucky he came running right before things REALLY got invasive. But it's all the same to Sephiroth, who refuses to look at his friend, locked in a trembling fetal position. Angeal is thankful that no one is around to see this. To imagine the legendary Sephiroth in such a state...it would be a PR nightmare. It's all Hojo's fault. SHINRA's fault for continuing to allow this.

He keeps close to his friend, touching him only when permitted. Sephiroth does not want to be held--the thought of it makes his trembling even worse. So Angeal just stays with him on the bed, gradually obtaining just enough consent to smooth out his hair, to offer a few tentative sips of cool water, to help Sephiroth get his breathing under control.

Sephiroth passes out rather quickly shortly afterwards--whether it was from calming down or the lingering effects of the lackluster sedative, Angeal isn't sure. He gives him some space to rest, speaking with Lazard the next day so that Sephiroth doesn't have to go in. He comes to check on his friend during his break, bemused to find Sephiroth doing paperwork in bed. He still looks a bit rattled, though he's pretending to be his usual cool and stoic self. Angeal dumps those papers OFF the mattress and spends his entire lunch hour making Sephiroth some warm pasta, hovering over Sephiroth in order to MAKE SURE he eats it.

Then he dims the lights, puts on some white noise, and warns Sephiroth that if he DOESN'T rest, he's going to receive the mother of all lectures. Five hours. PLUS tangents. And possibly footnotes. Sephiroth grumbles and scowls, but settles back down in the blankets, secretly having warm feelings in his chest at the feeling of Angeal looking out for him. It's a strange sensation, being cared for. And one he relishes, though he'd never say it out loud.

Angeal comes and checks on him after work and makes him dinner as well, stuffing Sephiroth's fridge with enough leftovers to feed him for an entire week.

Hojo stews and grouses at the delay. And gets his revenge by way of adding salt to Hollander's coffee during the next board meeting.

[thehypnone]

Hiiii if you don’t mind it I have a little fanfic request cuz I’m pretty sure I’ve read every story about ghouls with epilepsy and I guess I just need something to make me feel better about my own epilepsy so yeahhh I’d be happy if you could write something along the lines of a ghoul (preferably dew) having an seizure and getting helped by the other ghouls (current and former ghouls). I’d really appreciate it <3

-Levi

idont know much about seizures but @skele-bunny helped

It started after his elemental transition; the first time it happened, he was still in the infirmary.

Thankfully.

Dewdrop didn’t know what was going on, then, but he could feel it coming on. He got hit with a wave of coldness, and then a moment after started to feel flushed. His eyes lost focus and he managed to open his mouth, wanting to call for someone, but no words were coming out. He only caught the sight of Omega running towards him from the corner of his eye before the world went dark.

When he woke up next—he’d been told a few minutes passed—he was exhausted like never before and had a killer headache. There was blood in his palms and in his mouth, too.

Apparently, Dewdrop had a seizure.

They’ve never really settled on what was the cause, but Omega and Aether both think it’s the trauma that the elemental transition had put on his nervous system, as well as his heart.

It’s been years—and many, many more seizures—since then and even though the fire ghoul knows how to recognize them coming on, now, they can still surprise him from time to time.

Dewdrop is too distracted by the rapidly thickening plot of a movie he’s watching with the pack—extended pack, it’s a big movie night that all the ghouls were invited to; and most showed up—to notice the signs. Before he knows it his arms and legs begin to twitch where he’s laying against Swiss.

The multi ghoul takes notice, of course. “You alright, kitten?”

He doesn’t reply—can’t even turn his head—as he’s already actively seizing. Swiss jumps right into action.

“Ifrit, Delta, clear the floor,” he orders as he’s grabbing Dewdrop to lower him to the ground. The two addressed ghouls obey immediately and Swiss uses the newly created space on the carpet to get Dewdrop into the safe position.

“What’s going on?” one of the ghoulettes calls out from the other side of the room.

“Dew’s seizing,” Rain—who’s been cuddled up to Swiss’ other side—replies. Not all the ghouls present are used to witnessing a seizure and it causes chaos to sprout in the room.

Mountain—in charge of the TV remote—pauses the movie and nods to Zephyr—sitting in their wheelchair by the lightswitch—to turn the light on.

Dewdrop’s seizures are silent, but not pretty by any means. His eyes roll back into his head, his jaw clenches so tightly it looks like it might just break, and his limbs twist and tense. Swiss is holding him safely on his side with his head supported as he convulses lightly.

Thankfully, because a few ghouls have been sitting there watching the movie there’s a softer blanket laid out instead of just the old, rough carpet—hopefully Dewdrop won’t have carpet burns after, thanks to that.

There’s nothing more to be done when he is having a seizure apart from keeping him safe; all the ghouls can only wait and, as always, it’s just a few minutes before Dewdrop starts coming back to life.

The tension pulling at his muscles begins to drop and minute after minute his body is loosening. When it’s safe to do so, Rain scoots over closer to stroke Dewdrop’s hair as they wait for him to become more aware of his surroundings again.

“Welcome back, droplet,” the water ghoul mutters with a smile when he notices the other’s eyes moving. “Can you blink a few times for me?”

Dewdrop does.

“Good boy, that’s good,” he praises. “One blink for yes and two for no, right?”

Dewdrop blinks one time.

“Good,” Swiss chimes in. “Do you want some water?”

One blink.

“Can someone get a glass of cold water?” the multi ghoul calls out. “With a plastic straw. The bendy kind.”

“On it,” Aeon says and goes to fetch it. 

“Does it hurt anywhere it shouldn’t?” Rain asks the fire ghoul again.

Two blinks.

“Alright, that’s good.”

“Do you need anything specific?”

Two blinks.

“Do you want to go to bed?”

Two blinks.

“Stay here and go on with the movie?”

One blink.

“That can be arranged,” Swiss winks at him with a smile. Dewdrop is clearly alright—nothing is out of ordinary. “Can we get some pillows and soft stuff, here? We’ll stay on the floor.”

Some murmurs spread around the room and soon enough Swiss’ request is being fulfilled. Ivy, Pebble and Rain tuck some blankets and pillows under and around the multi ghoul and Dewdrop—still not entirely back in his body, hence still being held in a safe position.

Just then Aeon returns with that glass of water. “Sorry, couldn’t find the straws.”

“That’s alright,” Rain assures with a smile as he takes it from the quintessence ghoul and brings the straw to Dewdrop’s lips. He parts them—albeit rather weakly—and starts sipping slowly.

After a few minutes, when everyone is settled and calm again, Zephyr switches the light in the room back off and Mountain resumes the movie. Swiss and Rain keep monitoring Dewdrop’s state, but he seems to be doing alright, already. His eyelids are drooping and they know he’s going to be asleep in a moment—not uncommon for him at all after a seizure.

But nobody minds, they’re all just glad he’s safe.

[wrathofrats]

Do you ever think Swiss tried self bondage and got stuck? Strung up and helpless? You think he secretly hopes someone finds him and takes advantage of his stupidity? Idk.

-void

I got carried away is anyone surprised

Keep Me Lit and Salivating

Read here or on ao3

“Awe what happened to you starlight? Someone string you up and leave you?” Ifrit cooed, sitting on the bed next to him. He ran a finger down his chest, admiring his rope work and snapping the middle tie against his skin.

Or 1.7k of aether and ifrit ruining Swiss

Warnings for: dubious consent, Swiss says no but he doesn’t mean it, small bits of objectifying, and just a small bit of quintessence fuckery

Swiss has a thing for self bondage. Something just a little risky about tying himself up, wearing a harness under his clothes. He loves the feel of it being only for himself and no one else. He does it as almost an act of self love, feeling intimate and personal with himself. He takes delicate care with his ropes, making sure to make them tight enough to keep his brain on edge but not to hurt him.

Restraining himself and respecting it for his own pleasure, always knows how to get out of his own ties but something in his brain won’t let him, won’t let him be bad even if it’s just for himself.

He plays with himself a little before, teasing the head of his cock until he’s got a nice little bit of pre beading up, threatening to fall down his shaft. Works a couple fingers in himself, easing himself open to nudge one of his vibrators inside.

It’s already mind numbing. Swiss uses his quintessence to bring the toy all the way out, slamming it back in with a gut punched whine, before raising his wrists to the headboard to cuff them snugly with the key in his palm.

It’s always the plan to get himself close before he struggles. Swiss lets himself cum and be a bit overstimulated before untying himself. He likes the way it hurts for a minute, feels too good, too sensitive, maybe even lets it milk him dry, just feeble drops of cum running down his shaft after a particularly intense session.

This time he wasn’t so lucky.

His legs shook, abdomen trembling as his orgasm washed over him. A line of drool left his lips as he rode it out, feeling his cock twitch on his stomach. Swiss felt all his muscles clench as the vibrator continued long past the pleasure, quickly turning into pain with the high settings. He fumbled with the handcuffs, haphazardly attempting to position the key with the way his body convulsed and tried to get away from the strong sensation.

Before he could react the small piece of metal slipped from his palm. Clattering to the floor below.

“Fuck” Swiss bit out through a whine.

He didn’t have many options. He could attempt to brute force the chain, but the cuffs dug into his wrists uncomfortably and only got worse with every pull. He had more of a possibility to seriously hurt himself than to actually break them to get undone, and as much as Swiss was a masochist, even this was a little ridiculous.

Swiss needed to yell out. Call for help and hope someone walks by at some point in the next couple minutes in order to hear him and hopefully get him unstuck.

“Help!” He cried. The vibrations started to melt into pleasure once again. Hot and painfu but long past what he really wanted. He let out a small yelp as he shifted, driving it further into his prostate.

“Swiss? You ok?” Aether called out, There was a small knock on his door, aether twisting the doorknob tentatively.

“Oh thank Satan- aether please I’m stuck”

The door swung open, aether and ifrit rushing his side with concern before they could really take in the situation in front of them.

Swiss looked absolutely pathetic. He had tears in his pleading expression with his arms cuffed high above his head. His chest was adorned with red rope, tied tight under his pecs and down his stomach, almost making his chest bulge out of it. His stomach was covered in his own release and his cock leaked more down the sides of his abdomen and onto the sheets. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Swiss had a pained expression in his face as his hips bucked into the air like they had a mind of their own.

It really seemed like he was presented before them. Wrapped up for aether and ifrit to unravel and play with.

“Awe what happened to you starlight? Someone string you up and leave you?” Ifrit cooed, sitting on the bed next to him. He ran a finger down his chest, admiring his rope work and snapping the middle tie against his skin.

The vibrations continued to make Swiss’ brain fuzzy, he tried to focus on the question between focusing on how long it would take before he could actually be uncuffed.

“Please-“

“Oh ifrit I think he did this to himself” aether said in mock surprise. He stood behind ifrit, moving Swiss’ thigh so he could see him stretched open on his vibrator. “You know how much this thing loves a real cock in him”

Aether pushed against it, shoving it further into Swiss.

Swiss let out a choked whine, writhing as he came again. It was too much, too soon, painful white hot pleasure putting a ringing in his ears as he tried to breath through the waves of his orgasm. The vibrations never let up, aethers pushing never let up.

Once Swiss opened his eyes again he could feel the toy being slowly pulled out of him. The silicone made an awful wet pop as it came out, dripping with lube and his own slick.

“Forgot he was part water ghoul” ifrit reached for it, admiring the way it shined in the small bit of light in the room. The liquid ran down to his palm before he quickly chased it with his tongue. Swiss let out a choked noise as ifrit took his time to savor his taste, moaning softly at Swiss’ slick on his tongue.

Aether leaned in with a grin to drag his tongue up the other side, staring Swiss in the eyes. They were trying to put on a show for him. Get him all worked up again after being spent and covered in his own fluids. Ifrit slowly kissed up the side of the vibrator while aether moved to meet his lips. They were practically making out around the thing just to make Swiss writhe, wet smacking sounds filled the room as they kissed each other over the toy.

“Wonder if our starlight tastes any better” aether breathed pulling away from ifrit.

“We can’t just let him go without cleaning him up can we?”

Swiss looked almost terrified. A growing warmth in him desperate to be touched but he knows he’s still sensitive, it would still be too much for him. His wide eyes with drying tears on his cheeks almost made him more tempting for the other two ghouls to continue to ruin. All tied up with nowhere to go, really who could blame them for taking advantage of the situation?

Ifrit took his place next to Swiss at the top of the bed. Sweetly curling into his side with his head in the crook of his neck to nip at the sensitive skin. It was an interesting juxtaposition, the nice, caring demeanor that combated the fact that they were keeping him tied up just to play with.

Aether rested between his legs. He kissed along Swiss’ thighs, placing a firm hand on his legs when Swiss tried to prematurely get away from his mouth where he knows it’ll end up.

“Oh don’t be like that sweetheart.” Aether scolded, nuzzling into his pubic bone, “just trying to be kind and not leave you all messy”

Aethers mouth was hot, tongue feeling almost like sandpaper as he licked along Swiss’ stomach to clean up the cum that had pooled along his navel.

“Just-“ Swiss gasped as aether dove to lick a fat stripe up the base of his cock, “aether please”

“Awe he even remembered his manners aeth” ifrit praised, still absentmindedly kissing and sucking along Swiss’ throat and jawline. He looked absolutely wrecked, bruised and limp on the bed, eyes screwed shut as aether continued to tease his spent cock. He lapped over the head, trying to coax him back to full hardness while ifrits hands roamed over his chest.

“Poor thing still can’t get hard though,”

“You could help him, he asked so nicely after all”

The sensations were mind numbing, he could feel all the blood slowly rush to dick with a spark of quintessence as his arms and hands started to tingle. Ifrit plucked at his nipples with a hum aether finally took Swiss fully in his mouth. He was still sensitive, painfully so but all he could do was drool and clench his muscles. It was all artificial, aether was forcing him to be hard with his magic and the back of his throat tasted metallic with it while aether used him.

He wanted to fight against the feeling growing in his stomach. The combination of pain and pleasure that he knew would gut punch him if they actually made him cum again. The ropes were rubbing his skin raw at this point, and ifrit wasn’t helping with that as he continued to pull and maneuver the ropes while he played with Swiss’ chest.

“Gonna have to tie you up all the time if it makes you this easy huh swissy?” Ifrit kisses into his skin. Swiss felt like he was on fire, a suffocating heat in the room as he slowly grew closer and closer.

Swiss didn’t have the brains to warn either of them before shamelessly toppling over the edge. He had barely anything left in him, almost completely milked dry even if aether sucked and swallowed as if his mouth was full. The magic wore off as Swiss settled into another round of almost overwhelming overstimulation.

“There you go sweet boy,” aether rubbed along his skin, as he pulled away, trying to soothe him just a little bit.

“Let me go now?” Swiss looked like a kicked puppy, his breathing was still heavy, voice seemingly raw from trying not to moan and cry.

“Of course not” ifrit laughed, pressing a peck to Swiss’ lips

“I still haven’t had my turn”

[sentientgolfball]

You see, in one hand I have a bomb that KILLS YOU, and the only way to disarm it is to talk about ifrit and Swiss using their dick piercings on dew. If you fail to complete my task the bomb will explode.

Good luck!

Saw music starts playing

man i hope this means i get to live

have 4k words of ghouls with piercings

Read here or on ao3

They say patience is a virtue. 

Ghouls are the opposite of virtue. They’re born from the Infernal, vice and sin running through their bodies like blood. They’re ravenous gluttons who take what they want when they want it. If they desire something then they will have it. But who’s to say a ghoul can’t learn? 

Swiss and Ifrit certainly did. For eight weeks they followed a strict cleaning routine and relied on only their hands and tongues when their minds got hazy with lust. A Herculean task if you were to ask Swiss. Even now that the piercings were healed they waited. They had to, Ifrit had ordered something special for them. When the package finally arrived though, they sprung. They were tired of waiting. 

Dew is in his room, lying on his stomach in bed. He’s got his headphones on, music playing while he flips through the latest edition of a comic book he’s been following. He’s in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, enjoying the feeling of the sunlight filtering in through the window on his bare back. He doesn’t hear the knock on his door. His head perks up though when he sees movement out of the corner of his eye. He slides his headphones off when he sees Ifrit and Swiss, letting it hang around his neck. 

“Can I help you?” Dew asks with no real venom. Honestly, he’s more confused than anything. Ifrit usually meets Zephyr at this time of day so they can walk back to the den together. 

“Do you know what day it is droplet?” Ifrit stalks over to his bed. 

“Thursday?” Dew sits up as Ifrit approaches. 

“Think he forgot If.” Swiss slides up right alongside Ifrit. 

“No, he’s not that stupid. Right droplet? You’re not that stupid are you?” He says in that sickly sweet tone that always makes Dew squirm. 

Dew narrows his eyes, wracking his brain to figure out what these two want from him. When it finally hits him he can feel the blush rise on his cheeks. 

“Yeah, he remembers,” Ifrit laughs. 

Dew remembers all right. When Ifrit and Swiss came to him asking if he’d pierce their dicks he didn’t think anything of it. Ifrit and Dew are the only ghouls who know how to do piercings and it’s not like he can stick a needle in his own cock. He should’ve known better with those two. The entire time they spewed all the things they’d do to Dew once they were healed. As a thank you. A promise. Dew thought it was more of a threat. Even so, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about their words later that night when he was all alone. Imagining how different they’d feel. How fast Ifrit would cum, already too fucking sensitive even without the piercing. How gorgeous Swiss would look with more gold on his body. 

He doesn’t have to imagine anymore. He finally gets to see his handiwork since he did it. Ifrit was adamant about keeping it a surprise. It isn’t like he could protest, Ifrit was the one who taught Dew after all. He knows more than him about this junk. He knows Ifrit wouldn’t have himself and Swiss in here if he wasn’t confident they were healed. Still Dew protests, it’s half of the fun for him. 

“It’s only been what? Seven? Eight weeks? You know it can take up to like fourteen weeks for it to heal.” Dew gets up, carefully placing his headphones and comic book on his desk. 

“Well if you’re that concerned why don’t you give us your professional opinion.” Swiss comes up behind him, pressing his hips into Dew’s effectively pinning him against the desk. 

Dew tries to focus on anything but the feeling of Swiss’ half hard cock poking him in the back, “Hey Ifrit’s been doing this shit longer than me, ask him.” 

“Don’t throw your work onto me droplet. Finish what you started.” 

Dew rolls his eyes, squirming in Swiss’ grasp until he has enough room to push on his chest, “Fine fine whatever. Get your cocks out so we can get this over with.” 

“You say that like you don’t wanna see them sparky.” Swiss grins, twisting one of Dew’s nipples before backing off of him. 

He nearly puts a hole through his tongue with how hard he bites it just so a noise doesn’t escape his throat. He crosses his arms over his chest, tail twitching between his legs. He looks at them expectantly. Ifrit moves first, sitting on the end of Dew’s bed and toeing his boots off. 

“Fuck are you doing?” Dew hisses. 

“Gettin comfortable.” Ifrit shrugs, tucking his socks into his boots. 

Dew scowls in hopes of hiding the way his eyes rake over Ifrit’s form, too tight white tee doing little to hide the muscles rippling underneath. He continues to undress, popping the button on his jeans, a small sigh breathed through his nose. He shucks them off, tossing them who knows where before grinning at Dew. He palms himself through his boxers. 

“You don’t need to get fucking naked,” Dew huffs, shifting on his feet as he feels his own cock getting chubby with interest. 

“I already told you. I’m gettin comfortable.” He leans back on the bed after throwing his shirt off, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. 

Dew stares at him. Eyes traveling down to the tent of the thin material and back up again, pausing to admire the silver bars threaded through his nipples. There are faded bruises adorning his chest, likely left by a ravenous air ghoul. Dew can’t help but wonder what Zephyr’s been doing to him while he’s been healing. His mouth waters at the way his muscles flex when he shifts to sit up. Ifrit is not much bigger than Dew height wise, but his muscular form makes Dew feel tiny. He’s so enraptured with the sight of Ifrit he doesn’t even notice Swiss. That is, until the spell is broken by a crumbled up shirt being thrown at his head. 

“Quit drooling, we haven't even gotten our dick out yet,” Swiss snickers. 

“I’m not drooling. I just spaced out. Not my fault he’s taking forever to get to the point,” Dew hisses, pulling the offending fabric off his face. 

He almost wishes he left it on. Almost. Swiss and Ifrit are both lounging on the edge of his bed. Both stripped down to their underwear, tails lazily flicking behind them. Swiss has his head tilted, grinning at him with half lidded eyes. Ifrit motions for Dew to come closer with a finger. His legs move before his brain and he finds himself standing between Ifrit’s legs before he knows what’s happening. He rests a hand on Dew’s hip, thumb toying with the waistband of his sweatpants. 

“Well droplet. You said you wanted to get this over with.” Ifrit looks up at him expectantly. 

Dew swallows, trying to regain his facade. But that’s hard to do with two gorgeous ghouls offering themselves up to you. He reaches a hand out, the tips of his claws gliding over Ifrit’s chest. He can’t help but push down on the almost healed bruises when he passes over them. He runs his hands over his torso, mapping out topography he knows like the back of his hand. He couldn’t stop himself if he tried, Ifrit has always had that effect on him. Always made him want to take things slow so he can touch and taste and worship. That’s not what Ifrit wants right now though. 

He knocks his knees into the backs of Dew’s with enough force to make them buckle. Dew hits the floor, barely catching himself on Ifrit’s thighs. He looks up at him with a questioning look. 

“Who’s the one taking forever now droplet?” He runs a hand through Dew’s hair. 

“Go fuck yourself,” Dew huffs, rolling his eyes. Still, he sits up straighter, slipping his fingers into the waistband of Ifrit’s boxers. 

He pulls them down far enough to get Ifrit’s cock out and oh is he caught off guard. The simple bar Dew had put in when he first pierced them has been replaced. This one is silver, the same as the other, but it has a ring on it. On the end of the ring is a beautiful red gem. 

“You…got new jewelry,” Dew says, probably more breathless than he should be. 

“Course we did.” Ifrit shrugs. 

“We?” Dew turns to look at Swiss. 

His eyes widen when he sees the same exact piece on Swiss, only instead of silver it’s gold. 

“What? Got tired of waitin.” Swiss flashes his fangs, giving himself a single, slow stroke. 

Ifrit tugs Dew’s hair just enough to get him to look at him again, “Like them droplet?” 

Dew nods, blush tinging his cheeks. 

“Good. We picked 'em just for you. A little piece of our dewbug always with us.” 

“They look just like your eyes when the light hits them right, don’t they?” Swiss slides closer, pressing against Ifrit’s side so he can look down at Dew. 

Dew stares down at Ifrit’s jewel. It does look like his eyes, dying embers that glow in darkness. His stomach swoops at the thought, knowing that whenever they see their jewelry they’ll think of him. He doesn’t know if they meant it as a genuine act or simply a way to torture him, but he can’t find it in himself to care at the moment. All he cares about is the sight in front of him. He glances back up at Ifrit and Swiss, silently seeking permission. 

“You really like them don’t you?” Ifrit hums. 

Dew nods, throat bobbing when he swallows. The hand in Dew’s hair tightens. 

“Why don’t you show us how much you like it?” 

Dew doesn’t need to be told twice. He leans forward, letting Ifrit’s cock drag along his cheek as he nestles his nose into the sparse hair at the base. He breathes deeply before planting a feather light kiss, tongue darting out to lick over the vein. Dew smiles when he hears the soft sigh Ifrit lets out. He continues on that path, slowly kissing and licking up his shaft until he’s back at the head. He flicks his tongue over the slit, collecting the small bead of pre that bubbled up. Ifrit curses and cups the back of his head, silently urging him on. 

Dew huffs a laugh but obliges, all faux protest gone from his body. He lets his tongue experimentally drag over the ball of the piercing. Ifrit groans when the bar shifts under his skin, hips involuntarily twitching forward. 

“You sure you thought this through If? You were already way too easy before,” Dew mocks, breath ghosting over Ifrit’s flushed skin. 

Before Ifrit gets the chance to respond Dew wraps his lips around the tip, suckling gently at the same time he cups his balls. He drags his tongue over the piercing until Ifrit is huffing and squirming above him. Dew loves this part. The moment Ifrit’s big strong ghoul facade fades and he’s begging. Desperate. Though he doesn’t get quite that far this time. 

“Alright okay give him here before you blow your load to some foreplay.” Swiss wraps a hand around one of Dew’s horns, pulling him off with a slick pop. 

Ifrit gasps, all sensation suddenly gone. He turns to glare at Swiss, but he doesn’t stop him. Embarrassment prickles at his skin, but Swiss is right. He was already dangerously close and Dew had barely done anything. He knew it was going to be different, but he didn’t think it would be that different. 

Swiss uses his grip on Dew’s horn to turn his head, almost as if inspecting him, “Can’t be that fucking good.”

Dew gives him his best shit eating grin, tongue flicking out between his fangs “I’m always that fucking good.” 

“Why don’t you bring that pretty little mouth over here then?” Swiss loosens his hold on his horn. 

“Aww you think I’m pretty.” 

Dew leans forward immediately, pressing a kiss to the sticky tip. He darts his tongue out, collecting drops of pre. Tasting just to taste. He wraps a hand around Swiss’ shaft, slowly stroking it while he works the rest of him with his mouth. 

“Fucking gorgeous,” Swiss sighs, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. 

Dew hums, eyes flicking up to watch Swiss’ face. He wants to see it when it happens. Wants to see how his expression changes when Dew finally laves over that little piece of metal. He shifts on his knees, palming himself with his free hand. His cock twitches just at the thought. Ifrit is easy. It’s never been hard to make him shake, but Swiss was another story. Swiss was good at keeping his composure. Only time he’s ever seen him lose it was the day Dew spied on him with Mountain and Rain. He wants him to cry just like he did then. He looks so pretty when he cries. 

Dew stays where he’s at for a few more moments, letting Swiss peacefully float in the familiarity. Dew decides he’s been nice enough. He squeezes the base of Swiss’ cock before dragging the flat of his tongue over the piercing. Swiss lets out a noise so loud and high pitched it shocks even himself, hand flying to cover his mouth. His eyes fly open, blush tinging his cheeks as he looks down at Dew. Dew grins up at him before repeating the movement. Swiss makes the same noise, only this time muffled by his hand. His hips involuntarily twitch forward, hitting the back of Dew’s throat. He gags and pulls off of Swiss, blinking rapidly a few times to fight off the tears that it brought. 

He takes a few deep breaths in between laughs, “Lords Below if you could see the look on your face.” 

In all these years he’s never seen Swiss look like this. He’s staring at him with wide eyes, hand still over his mouth, and chest rising and falling rapidly. His cheeks are flushed, sweat dotting around his hairline. He looks like he’s never been touched in his entire life. Dew grins and slides up on his knees. 

“Just imagine how it would feel wrapped around my—“ he’s cut off by two hands suddenly wrapping around his middle. 

He yelps when he’s picked up and tossed back onto his bed. He whips his head up, glaring at Ifrit. 

“Can I fucking help you?” 

“I need to cum in you,” he pants, crawling over to him. 

Dew pauses for a moment before laughing and turning over to rest on his forearms and wiggle his ass in the air. “Shit if I knew this is what it would be like I would’ve pierced your cock a long time ago.” 

Ifrit doesn’t respond, hands coming forward to grip the meat of Dew’s ass. 

“Hold the fuck up a minute, I was using him,” Swiss butts in, tail lashing behind him. 

“I don’t care,” Ifrit hisses, “do whatever the Hell you want, but I need to cum in him.”

“Ladies please there’s enough Dewdrop to go arou—oh shit.” Dew’s claws dig into his sheets as Ifrit spreads his cheeks, dragging the flat of his tongue over his hole. 

Swiss uses it as his opportunity to snake his way over to the headboard, resting against it and pulling Dew forward. He runs his thumb over his bottom lip, huffing a laugh when Dew darts his tongue out to lick over the pad. He opens his mouth to speak, but he’s cut off by another slow lick from Ifrit. 

“It’s been too long since I’ve tasted you droplet,” Ifrit sighs. 

Dew’s cock twitches, a blurt of pre dripping down onto the mattress. He curses, getting a hand around himself. 

“You can’t just fucking say that.” 

“I don’t wanna hear you,” Ifrit shushes him, “just wanna feel you. Just let me feel you. Just shut up and take it.” 

Dew opens his mouth to snap back, but Swiss is quick. He shoves two fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. 

“Oh don’t you worry If, I’ll keep that mouth busy.” 

Swiss meets Dew’s eyes, searching for any signs of genuine protest. Dew grins around his fingers, wrapping his tongue around them. Swiss grins back, fangs glinting in the light. He pulls his fingers out of Dew’s mouth. He strokes his cock a few times, slicking himself up with his saliva before nudging the head against Dew’s lips. 

Dew tries to focus on Swiss, but it’s extremely hard with a very needy fire ghoul trying to quickly work him open. All he can think about is that hot, wet tongue gliding over his hole again and again, occasionally trying to work its way in. He closes his eyes, pressing back against Ifrit’s face when he swirls his tongue. He doesn’t see Swiss and Ifrit’s eyes meeting, a subtle nod coming from the multi ghoul. Ifrit grins, two fingers coming up to press against Dew. 

He gasps when calloused pads circle over his hole. Swiss takes his chance, cupping the back of Dew’s head to push him down on his cock. His eyes snap open, but he doesn’t resist, letting Swiss shove him all the way down until his nose is nestled in the thick hair at the base. He takes a few deep breaths through his nose, letting his throat relax. Swiss rests his other hand on Dew’s cheek, thumbing at the skin until he can feel himself. 

“Finish what you started,” Swiss purrs. 

Dew swallows around Swiss at the same time Ifrit works his fingers inside, a low moan vibrating through him. The stretch burns and Dew loves it, pushing his hips back for more. Luckily Ifrit is quick with it, scissoring and curling his fingers just enough to know his dick will go in. He groans when he pulls away and a string of slick still connects them. 

“How the fuck are you still so fucking wet?” He sounds breathless, like he’s been punched in the gut. 

He gives himself a few quick strokes, spreading the mix of pre and slick. He doesn’t want to wait a second more to be inside of Dew. He lines himself, shuddering at the feeling of his piercing dragging against Dew’s walls when he begins to push in. 

Dew melts at the sensation, a rumbly little noise from the back of his throat vibration through Swiss’ cock. He didn’t expect it to feel this good. It reminds him of those textured toys Rain likes to use on him only better. He can feel Ifrit throbbing inside of him, can feel heat radiating off him likely caused by their elements feeding off each other. Can hear how loud he’s breathing, putting all his focus into not blowing before he gets even a single stroke in. Dew grins around Swiss before clenching as hard as he can. Ifrit groans like he’s been hurt, claws reflexively digging into Dew’s slight hips. 

“Swiss,” Ifrit hisses. 

“Yeah yeah alright,” Swiss breathes, “you’ve had your fun sparky, let us have ours.” 

He holds the back of Dew’s head in a vice as he begins to roll his hips up into his mouth. He moves slowly until he’s sure Dew won’t gag and pull off. When those pretty little embers look at him through heavy lids he throws caution to the wind. He grasps the sides of Dew’s head with both hands, holding him still. He fucks into his throat, sighing heavily when he feels the muscles contract. Dew tries to keep up with, flicking over the piercing each time Swiss pulls back. He wants to feel him shake. 

His focus is split though. He doesn’t know where to turn his attention. Ifrit and Swiss move opposite of each other. When Swiss pulls back, Ifrit slams into his ass. When Ifrit pulls back, Swiss shoves his cock down his throat. It’s driving him insane. He wants nothing more than to make one of them cum so hard they cry but he can’t do that if his mind is being pulled in two different directions. All he can do is lay there and take. Like he’s nothing more than a fucking toy. 

“You look so pretty when you drool.” Swiss sighs. The spade of his tail snakes up to rub against Dew’s cock, collecting the pre that’s dribbling down. 

“Let me taste him fuck let me—“ 

Swiss shoves the end of his tail into Ifrit’s mouth. He shudders at the feeling of his tongue licking every last drop of Dew off of it. His hips stutter in their rhythm, all of his senses flooded with Dew. He picks up his pace, solely focused on getting over the edge. Dew’s claws prick against the meat of Swiss’ thighs with the suddenness. He ignores it though, focused on fucking his spade into Ifrit’s mouth. 

“Gonna cum big guy? Gonna fill that tight little ass?” Swiss lilts. 

Dew’s stomach swoops at the noise Ifrit lets out. He can’t stop the muffled little moans with every drag over his prostate. That little piece of jewelry makes it that much better. He squeezes around his cock and that’s all it takes. Ifrit throws his head back, the tip of Swiss’ tail falling out his mouth as he spills into Dew. His hips twitch forward as each wave crashes over him, fucking his cum deeper into him. 

Swiss flicks one of his nipples with his tail just to hear him keen, “Lasted longer than I thought you would, good job If. Might even be a new record for you.” 

Ifrit glares at him, “Fuck…off…” he says between gulps of air. 

“Now that he’s out of the picture,” Swiss grins down at Dew, “I get you all to myself baby.” 

He picks up right where he left off, fucking up into Dew’s throat so he chokes on him. Dew doubles down now that Ifrit has pulled out of him, flopping down onto the bed. He swallows around Swiss, dragging his tongue up his shaft to roll over the piercing. 

“Yeah baby, c'mon give me that pretty little mouth,” Swiss pants. 

Dew reaches a hand down to cup his balls, gently squeezing and rolling them. He knows he’s close when he drops Dew’s head in favor of wrapping a hand around his throat to feel himself with each thrust. 

Ifrit figures he’ll return the favor. He presses himself close to Swiss’ side before tucking his nose under his chin to lick over his pulse. He trails wet, open mouthed kisses up his jawline to his ear. He nips at his lobe before sucking a mark where jaw meets neck. 

That’s enough to throw him over the edge. He thrusts up into Dew’s mouth one more time before cumming with a shout. Dew sucks him through it, drinking down every last drop. He doesn’t stop until Swiss is pushing his head away from him, overstimulation starting to set in. He pulls off of him with an obscene pop. He smiles and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. 

“Can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but this was probably the best idea you two have ever had.” He crawls over to squeeze himself between them. 

Ifrit hums and kisses the top of his head, “Should do you next droplet.” 

“As fun as that sounds, if you go anywhere near my dick with a needle I’ll kill you.” 

“Aw come on, it wasn't that bad.” Swiss traces shapes over Dew’s arm with the tips of his claws. 

“You jumped when I put the marker on you,” Dew says flatly. 

Swiss pinches his nipple harder than what could be considered for pleasure. Dew yelps and smacks his hands away. 

“Dick.” 

“Love you too sparky.” 

They lay in silence for a few more moments, contented purrs rumbling through their chests. Dew floats between consciousness and unconsciousness, ready to fall asleep any minute. Though he’s suddenly slammed back into the world when he feels a too warm hand wrap around his barely half hard cock. His eyes snap open. 

“Didn’t think we’d leave you hanging did you?” Ifrit breathes into his ear. 

He hears Swiss laugh before he feels fangs drag along his shoulder to his neck. 

“Let us return the favor.” Swiss bites at his pulse. 

Dew doesn’t get to sleep that night.

[miss-multi45]

Hear me out on a reader with the Ghouls who is like some sort of snake hybrid, similar to reptile from MK1, but they have snake fangs, a snake tongue, IF YOU GET IT, BUT HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT!!

I LOVE UR WRITTINGS💋

thank you, little swan ♡♡

swiss

"show me your pretty fangs, my little snakelet.."

he finds it hot.

bite him.

sodo

coil your tongue around his fingers or his cock and he's yours.

"oh wow..quite a tongue you have there.."

whenever you eat something that requires your tongue to be out, he's staring at it constantly.

rain

compares your fangs to his and keeps your mouth open with the same digits that finger you.

"such pretty fangs.."

he straight up licked your fangs once.

phantom

he actually really likes snakes.

squealed in delight when you showed him.

"you're so prettyyy...baby snake!"

mountain

he can take really good care of arachnids and amphibians, so he was happy when he saw your snake features for the first time.

"how gorgeous, you have cute little snake fangs.."

brought one of his pythons to meet you and the python is now your best friend.

aether

"you never told me you had sexy snake fangs. NOT TO MENTION YOUR TONGUE."

suddenly develops a lust for French kissing.

omega

does a whole study on snakes and now knows everything about your features.

"i noticed you have a forked tongue, please kiss me."

alpha

gives you chew toys incase you have an oral fixation.

"I saw a green rubber ball chew toy and I got it for you. 😊."

i feel like he used to have an oral fixation and it crept back in as he saw that you had one too.

ifrit

"that is cooler than sliced bread and skateboarding."

wants you to bite his arm since ghoul bite marks look different to yours.

aurora

"do you have venomous fangs?"

a thousand questions per millisecond.

a motor mouth in this situation.

cirrus

"show me."

grabs your head and stares at your mouth for a solid 5 minutes, then shows you hers as if you haven't seen them before.

cumulus

"ooh, can I see?"

mark her, she wants to see what your marks would look like on her.

mist

"you don't understand how much I love snakes, please show me."

show her or she will implode/explode.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Some Mountain and Ifrit fluff because i feel people kinda forget Mountain was also part of the Popestar ghouls and I need more of those two interacting.

Mountain's lips twitch up when the smell of cedar and caramel fills his nostrils, a second before strong arms wrap around his waist from behind.

"Hello, Ifrit. Everything alright ?"

The fire ghoul pushes his forhead between Mountain's shoulderblades with a small noise. It's an awfully warm day, everyone sweating bullets, and yet Mountain wouldn't dream of pushing Ifrit off him, as hot - in every ways- as he is, the fire ghoul's skin feeling like he laid down under the sun for hours.

Still bent over a wooden table in the greenhouse, Mountain checks one last time the state of the struggling plant he attempted to save for the better part of the day, before straightening and turning around in Ifrit's hold despite the fire ghoul's dramatic whining.

They both realize how the other is dressed at the same time, eyes raking up and down the other's frame.

Well, as for Ifrit, "dressed" is a generous word. In nothing but very short bright pink shorts with the ghost logo printed on the ass, hidding absolutely nothing, the fire ghoul looks positively slutty.

"Why are you dressed like those oversexualized characters in action movies ?"

Ifrit snorts.

"Just missing the shirt tied in a knot right under my huge tiddies, uh ? 's comfy. You're one to talk, looking like a victorian wet dream."

Mountain glances down at his brown pants, held by leather suspenders over a widely opened flowy white shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and admits to himself that he does look nice.

"Point taken. Is there something I can do for you, firebird ?"

Ifrit grins, retrieving a bag he probably dropped to hug Mountain, from which he extirpates a reusable bottle with lemons and daises doodled on it. With a flourish, he hands it to the earth ghoul.

"Lemonade. Zephyr made it. They thought you'd be thirsty, working your ass off in that weather."

The bottle is blissfully cold in Mountain's hands, probably kept that way by the air ghoul's doing, but he doesn't even have time to thank anyone before a box is shoved in his arms.

"And that's from me. Cupcake. Pistacchio and raspberries. Fresh out the oven. They're still a bit hot though, so you can wait to eat them since it's like, so freaking hot already, but anywa-"

Mountain cuts Ifrit off with a kiss, tasting the raspberries the fire ghoul indoubtably snatched while cooking directly from his lips.

When Mountain leans back with a smug smirk, Ifrit just blinks at him, mouth hanging half opened and cheeks flushed.

"...what was that for ?"

Dragging Ifrit toward an old bench, Mountain huffs.

"That was a thank you."

With a wheezing laugh, Ifrit sits right after Mountain, not questioning the manhandling for a second.

"Remind me to cover you in gifts then."

The box of cupcakes is swiftly opened, filling the greenhouse with its mouth-watering smell, bottle uncapped just as quickly.

"We're sharing this," Mountain anounces.

Ifrit opens his mouth to protest, but the earth ghoul is faster, shoving a cupcake in the fire ghoul's mouth before any sound can be uttered. Only barely avoiding to drop it, green frosting smeared on his nose and upper lips, Ifrit cackles, nearly slipping off the bench and dragging Mountain with him in his attempt to keep his balance.

"You- mrgh - absolute bastard," the fire ghould chuckles in between bites.

The lemonade tastes divine in the suffocating atmosphere of the sun-drenched afternoon, the cupcakes a welcome sweetness after long hours of work, but better than anything, Mountain thinks, is Ifrit smiling soft and tender at him, eyes crinkling in the corners, his laughter bouncing off the greenhouse's glass panels.

[miasmaghoul]

May I offer a headcnon?

Blind Zephyr

Thoughts, both solo and with Mountain below. Nothing explicit, but implied horny things in the distance.

Not completely blind, but their vessel has some unfixable eye impairment that limits sight and progressively worsens. That's why they were a band ghoul for such a brief period, their eyesight tanked after the tour ended. Eventually they end up functionally blind, just able to make out shapes and colors but nothing close to detail.

They adapt fairly well, but they do end up relying on the others a bit more at first. Especially Mountain, who's easiest to pick out in a crowd. Zephyr isn't a huge fan of siblings, and they've made the mistake of assuming a sister is Dew three times too many, so it's easier to look for the blob of beige that they know to be Mountain’s antlers.

Mountain doesn't mind.

He doesn't baby Zephyr the way Aether sometimes does, and he doesn't use kid gloves the way Dew and Ifrit tend to. Mountain is easy, honest. Helpful without being overbearing, doesn't presume to do things that Zephyr certainly can on their own. He waits for them to ask, and Zephyr is always silently appreciative.

They wish they could see more of his handsome face, though. Wish they could count the freckles speckled over his nose and cheeks for the hundredth time, that they could admire the squared off edges of his pupils and that one auburn streak in his hair.

But their memory will have to suffice - though Mountain never objects to letting Zephyr touch his face when they need a reminder. To bring the ridge of his brow and the hump on his nose back into sharper relief in their head.

Touching that, of course, never stops at Mountain's face.

Zephyr insists on facing him whenever they fall into bed, regardless of who's doing what. Mountain assured them that he will always look into their eyes, even if they cant see him, and Zephyr believes him.

After, Mountain will read to them. That's the one thing Zephyr misses more than any other, even more than their keys - being able to squirrel themself away into a nook in the library with a thermos of tea and a good book. But Mountain's voice is lovely, and the way his chest vibrates under Zephyr's ear is so soothing. Like this, they can forget their loss for a minute.

Mountain traces shapes into their skin while he reads, and Zephyr memorizes every one - hearts and stars and Z's and M's and nonsensical squiggles. Sometimes Zephyr will ask how a character's name is spelled, and Mountain will write it on their back while he spells it out loud.

Zephyr always drifts off faster than they intend to, but it's unavoidable. Mountain will finish out his chapter and they'll settle down, face to face, with Zephyr's hand over Mountain's heart. Just a reminder. Zephyr knows they don't have to, but they always thank Mountain for everything. He'll shush them, always, kiss their cheek, and for a second Zephyr will SWEAR they can see him.

They sleep the best those nights.

[nightynightghoul]

Pebble has POTS

How Pebble finds out they have POTS and sort of learn to accept it.

This is just a little something I wanted to share, if it does well I may share other ideas. Thank you to @sister-nyx for encouraging me and giving it a read :)

Warnings: Pebble faints, there's talk about medical tests, not much more.

When Pebble was summoned, the rest of the ghouls thought nothing special of it. Yes, they were smaller than the rest, but their summoning had been hard and not as much energy went into it as it did for the past ghouls. They all had seen ghouls of all sizes during their lives back in hell. Many of the smaller ones being doubly as fierce to compensate for their size. No one thought anything could be wrong with them. 

Neither did Pebble. At least not for their first few months topside. They learned what they had to in order to become their new drummer, they were good at it too. Enjoying the feeling of getting lost in the music alongside the rest of their new pack.

Pebble started noticing they weren’t like the rest of the ghouls. Not as strong, not as agile, not as resilient. The first time they felt it was when they were moving instruments around the practice room. They had to clear the floor for the siblings to come in for a deep clean. Ifrit had easily lifted and carried stands, amps, boxes, and instruments. Aether had no trouble helping Zephyr with their Keyboard. Hell, even Dewdrop was helping haul up equipment, and he was smaller than them!

But here they were struggling to catch their breath and feeling their heart in their throat just because they were trying to drag one box across the stage. Emphasis on the word “trying”. By the time Ifrit was done, Pebble was only just getting the damned box to where they were supposed to stack it with the others. The fire ghoul just smiled at them and lifted the box to stack in on the others. 

Pebble could not catch their breath and their vision was spotty. But they just ignored it, muttered a thank you and went back to the den. 

The second time, was stupid if you asked them. It was a very early and cold morning, they just wanted to have a nice hot shower before breakfast. Yes, they took longer than usual. The water felt great, they had to wash their hair, and maybe they wanted some time for themselves. The problem appeared when they stepped out into the colder air of the bathroom. As they were drying off, they started feeling like they ran a marathon. Heart beating quickly, spotty vision, and they couldn’t catch their breath. Nothing new, but it was getting worse. 

A splitting headache started right behind their ears and their vision became tunnelled. Suddenly the effort to just stand was just too much and against their will they crumpled to the floor half conscious, dragging with them several items from the counter that clattered loudly on the floor and on top of them. They spent a few minutes on the floor, floating in that space between. After getting ready, only Aether asked why they took so long. Even years later, they could not tell if they fainted that time or not. 

The third time was when they started to get worried. It was a sunny, warm day, fairly humid too. Most of the ghouls were spending their time outside. Even Zephyr felt well enough to go on a little stroll with Dew. They were sat on the grass with Omega and Alpha. Playful chatter, became playful banter which in a few minutes became playfighting. Pebble wrestled Alpha but was quickly pinned under the bigger ghoul. 

But Pebble wasn’t laughing any more, the heat, the humidity, the exertion and now Alpha on top of them had their vision swimming. Just like before they felt that headache, the tunneled vision and the breathlessness. But this time it all came so quick, they had no time to tell Alpha that they wanted out. With a pathetic whine they breathed out and then everything became black. 

When they next opened their eyes, they were laying on their back. Omega was looking at them alarmed, as if they had grown a second head. Alpha was agitated too, the usually stoic ghoul looked close to tears. Omega insisted on carrying them to the infirmary even as Pebble protested that they were fine and could walk themselves.

While in there, Omega took his sweet time noting their blood pressure and heartbeat. Pebble insisted time and time again that this was normal, that it just had gone a little further than it usually does. Omega made quite a few notes and kept asking more questions. As if every ghoul didn’t feel the same as them. -

Do you have a hard time breathing?

Do you usually struggle to catch your breath after exerting yourself?

Are high temperatures usually a problem?

Do you get dizzy when you sit up? When you stand up?

Pebble quickly became frustrated and ended up leaving the infirmary before Omega could finish his long list of questions or tell them much of anything really.

The quint did ask them to come back for some tests the next day but Pebble in their eternal stubbornness didn’t go. They were fine, and this was normal for all ghouls. Right?

The subject was forgotten with time but right now, this very minute. They kinda wish they had gone for those extra tests with Omega. Maybe there was something wrong with them.

This was their third ritual, the past two had gone very well. Only getting somewhat dizzy with the heat of the stage lights and the effort of playing the drums. They had managed to stand up without fainting by taking deep breaths. But right now, in this damned venue and its non-existent ventilation, Pebble found themselves sweating bullets. Their skin felt clammy and cold, their breath getting quicker, same as their heartbeat. 

This was more than the adrenaline from rituals, Pebble was in trouble. 

By the last song of the set, their vision was becoming spotty, but they did their best to keep playing. If Dewdrop, Aether and Ifrit could jump around the stage and play at the same time, surely they could keep playing while sat down. 

The alarm bells really rang in their head when that last song ended. The crowd was cheering, and they cursed the damn mask for not letting them breathe properly. They had to stand up, go to the front with the others, go to their place for final bows. But just as they stood up, they realised just how bad they had let it become. The headache came in so hard they had to close their eyes and grasp their head. They may have been glamoured, but the loud whine they let out sounded like that of a wounded animal. 

They tried to walk down the steps of their stage, but their vision went all black and unlike that time after that hot shower, this time they crumpled to the floor like a wet napkin. Aether looked back at his stage as he saw several people in the crowd pointing behind him.

He saw Pebble, unconscious, sliding down the steps of their stage. He ran to catch the smaller ghoul before they could reach the bottom. Ifrit and Dew turned to look at Aether, confused as to why he would be heading backstage in a rush before final bows. Then rushed to help him as they saw him removing Pebble’s mask.

Papa grumbled his disapproval to Zephyr, but quickly changed his demeanour as Ifrit ran back to him. - Pebble is out cold, Aether is taking them back to the greenroom -. They bowed and quickly headed back.

When he opened the door to the green room, Papa found Pebble laying on the couch, Dewdrop holding their legs high and Aether sat on the floor taking vitals. The quint assured them all that Pebble would be fine, even if they had some nasty bruises from their fall. 

When Pebble woke up, they groaned and tried to sit up. But with a gentle hand on their chest, Aether kept them on their back. 

Don’t move just yet love. Your heartbeat just went through the roof.

M’fine

No, you’re not. You just passed out on stage, and I need to get Omega on the phone now.

Terzo fumbled with his robe to take his phone out and call the older ghoul. Pacing around the room while waiting for his lover to answer.

Terzo? 

Hi Amore, Aether needs to talk to you. Now.

Wait, aren’t you in the middle of a ritual right now?

No, just finished. But Pebble fainted.

What? Ok, let me talk to Aether please.

He handed his phone to the quint. Sitting by Pebble’s head, petting their head and around their horns. Hoping to comfort one of his smallest ghouls.

Aether immediately got to work, narrating all the important details to Omega. All Terzo could glean from what was said was that this was not the first time Pebble had fainted, and that more tests were needed to have an answer as to why they were passing out. 

The rest of that leg of the tour went surprisingly well. Pebble didn't faint, although there were a few close calls, but much to Pebble’s annoyance, Aether was on top of them, all the time. Just as they got back to the abbey, Omega practically kidnapped them and got them to the infirmary. 

A full week of tests got them their answer. There was something wrong and other ghouls definitely did not feel like this every day of their lives topside. Postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. Stupid Human thing to have. 

They walked back to their room after Omega was done with indications. There was nothing that could be done to get rid of the problem. They would always be smaller, lesser, defective. The feeling of being lesser invaded them. They’re supposed to be a demon straight from hell, strong, fast, agile. Not a runt that has to be watched over all the time. 

What made it truly worse was the news they were given before the next leg of the tour. They would be summoning another Earth ghoul, Omega and Terzo had decided touring would be too much on their body. Straight up salt in the wound. No only that, they would be training them in the time remaining.

Their out of control heart rate and quick breaths didn’t help at all when they asked for the decision to be reconsidered. Pebble walked back to their room, to calm down on their own, to mope for weeks and isolate from their pack. 

With time, they learn to live with it instead of against it. Accepting their body just as it was, flaws and all. It doesn’t come quick, and they still miss the little time they had with their Papa on stage. 

But yes, with time, the bitterness subsides. They still get frustrated sometimes, and some days are impossible. They still faint all over the abbey, but they’re fine at least.