#nastylittleghouls

[coffeeghoulie]

Hi! For the Kiss prompts, how about Dewther and 16? ^^

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you enjoy!

Prompt from this list

16. lazily

The room is dark, candle burnt out on the nightstand, incense crumbled to ash in the tray next to it, when Aether finally returns from the infirmary. He's careful with the hinges, knows exactly how hard he has to push to keep them from squeaking loudly as he enters.

His eyes shine like amethyst in the dark, taking a moment to adjust to the low light. Dew's exactly where Aether had expected to find him; sprawled out on his stomach, legs and arms splayed out, neck craned, oversized band shirt ridden up, exposing the fair skin at the small of his back, and the covers kicked down to the foot of the bed. Aether carefully shuts the door behind him, turning the handle so it doesn't latch loudly.

Dew deserves every second of sleep he can get. He's been spending most of his days since coming home from tour passed out in his and Aether's bed. Aether can't complain- it gives him an excuse for him to stare at his mate for hours, sleep softening his stoic features, smoothing out the crease in his brow, mouth soft and relaxed, eyelashes pressed against the sharpness of his cheek.

Aether groans under his breath as he hangs up his white infirmary coat, exhaustion hitting him like a bus. He was supposed to finish up a few hours ago, but there had been a Sibling with a medical emergency, and Aether loves his job even more now that he can dedicate his whole self to it, but he wants nothing more than to collapse into bed with his mate now that they're both home.

He washes up quickly, changing into sweats and setting his glasses onto the nightstand before leaning over the bed.

Dew smells sweet, like cinnamon dumped onto a campfire, and Aether hums softly, nosing at the torn point of Dew's ear, nudging the silver ring pierced through it. He smells the strongest behind his ear, in the crook of his neck, and Aether's eyes flutter shut.

The fire ghoul grumbles, shifting on the bed, but he doesn't quite wake; Aether watches his spindly fingers twitch, grabbing at the pillowcase like he's looking for something.

"Darling, 'm home," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the warm skin behind his ear. It flicks, and Dew grumbles a little louder, copper eyes cracking open.

"Hey, Aeth," Dew mumbles, voice heavy with sleep, and he swallows, bringing a hand to wipe at his lips.

"Sorry to wake you, baby," Aether says, the mattress shifting as he settles down half on top of him.

Dew purrs, a sound like a rusty engine coming to life, and Aether can't help himself but bury his nose behind Dew's ear again, chuffing contently. "You're not sorry," Dew laughs, eyes still half shut.

"I am," Aether says. "You deserve your rest."

"I deserve time with my mate, and I don't get that if I sleep through it."

Aether chuffs apologetically. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

Dew huffs, craning his neck further to rub his cheek against Aether's. "S'alright."

"Darling," Aether says, trying to arrange the two of them so they're both comfortable, limbs and tails tangled together as tight as they can get. Dew doesn't make it particularly easy, all limp with sleep, but Aether's well-versed in wrangling fire ghouls, this one in particular.

"What?" Dew huffs, nosing under the scruff on Aether's jaw.

"I'm not on the infirmary schedule again for two days, barring an emergency," Aether whispers, pressing a soft, easy kiss on the corner of Dew's mouth. "But you have my undivided attention until then."

Dew grins lazily, every sharp fang on display. "Fuckin' excellent," he says, kissing him softly.

Aether, privately, thinks that this is his favorite version of his mate. Soft and pliant, so affectionate it almost makes his teeth hurt. He kisses him back, big hand cupping the side of his face, smoothing long strands of hair behind his ear.

There's no rush, no urgency, not with the promise of time after so long apart. Aether kisses his mate, holds him close, and they keep kissing until sleep claims them again.

[foxybouquet]

Send this to all your favorite moots and pass the pumpkin round! KEEP THE PUMPKIN TRAIN GOING 🎃🖤🎃🖤🎃

I’m going to cry. Thank you. You’re a sweetheart. 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡💜💜💜💜💜

[mak-be-ghouled]

The Sound of the End of Day

2.1k Words of Angst/comfort

Mountain/Dew (and a bit of Aether)

Terzo, Copia, and other ghouls mentioned

A huge thank you to @nastylittleghouls and @divine-misfortune for their thoughts under this post:)

the tittle being from Monstrance Clock only felt right

When Copia is lifted by the Skeleton Dancers during Dance Macabre, Mountain and Dew are taken back to one of the worst days in their time topside. 

They had officially made it to the final leg of the Re-Imperatour.  

Unfathomable hours were poured into rehearsals long before the tour was even announced. Any one of the ghouls could've played the show forwards, backwards, and in their sleep. They knew the order by heart, had already performed it more times than they cared to count. 

But this one was special, Papa was adamant about how important the shows in LA would be, and the ghouls were determined to do their part for their Papa. Hell, they even had choreography coordinated with real dancers. 

And so, more rehearsals were called, plugging in the Chamber Ghoulettes and the Skeleton Dancers. Sure, the ghouls weren't exactly used to sharing the stage with so many others, but they couldn't deny the sheer talent of the new additions. They rehearsed until every moving part was perfect. Until they were certain there would be no surprises. 

But something about the crowd’s screaming, the blinding lights, the shadowy figures, the music, the lift.  

The fucking lift.  

Mountain and Dew hadn't made the connection until now.  

The audience screamed, their Papa was in the air, and the music was still going.  

But Mountain and Dew were back on that dammed stage. 

That Gothenburg stage where they were promised they’d never have to return to. That stage where they saw their former Papa for the last time. That stage where Terzo was ripped from them before they even processed what was going on. That stage that haunted their nightmares and the darkest corners of their minds.  

Papa was in the air and Mountain was stuck behind his kit. He was frozen, just like last time. Just like he had sworn he wouldn't allow himself to do ever again. It's a wonder he only stalled for a moment. Straining to focus on Rain’s base line, to keep up. His head was swimming and he was drowning. 

And yet, no one else seemed phased. Swiss was still singing, still dancing--well moving his hips in a way that could maybe be interpreted as dancing. Aurora and Cumulus were still singing and dancing together, mimicking the Skeletons from earlier. Phantom was still working the audience as always. Cirrus was still playing. Rain still stood strong, was still in time. 

But Dew.  

Dew saw it too. The moment Papa was in the air his eyes fled to Aether. But Aether wasn't there. Aether wasn't on tour. There wasn't anyone to run after Copia. Dew’s heart stutters as he scans the stage. 

Finally, his eyes land on Mountain. Just like they had that night.  

Dew was certain they’d lost another Papa. He turned to run backstage. To follow those shadowy figures this time. To do what he hadn't then. What he beats himself up for not doing. What fuels that nagging voice in his mind.  

Dew is in auto pilot. He’s straining to find tempo again. To find the right notes on his bass. Dew’s hands are shaking so hard he's not sure any of the notes he's played in the last minute have been even remotely correct. He doesn't recognize the song anymore; this isn't Monstrance Clock and his bass feel wrong. Too Small. Too Light. 

Dew sees the fear behind Mountains eyes. Knows it's the same fear that is clouding his vision too. Dew watches Mountain shake his head, desperately trying to clear the fog.  

After what feels like an eternity Mountain returns Dew's gaze. Mountain gives him a firm nod and a half smile. It's so incredibly forced but that doesn't matter. Not right now. Somehow it makes everything okay. Confirms that Mountain saw it too.  

That it's not real this time. Papa is okay this time. He won't have to watch Aether run after him this time. He won’t have to run after them both this time.  

Finally, Dew can feel his hands again and The Forum isn't spinning quite so fast. He looks down. He’s not holding a bass. Fucking of course he isn't, he's got his guitar in his hands. He thinks he might hear Dance Macabre echoing in his mind. But it's so distant. A dream maybe? This certainly wouldn't be the first dream Dew’s had of this moment. 

And then, everything goes quiet. Copia is back on the ground. He isn't shouting or fighting. He’s singing. The crowd isn't screaming in fear, they're cheering. Those shadowy figures have disappeared. The Skeleton Dancers are still surrounding Copia, but he's still there. Still standing. Copia isn't being dragged off the stage kicking and screaming. He’s safe. He’s alive. 

Mountain can barely hold his drumsticks and Dew is sure he would've dropped his guitar if it wasn't for the strap on his shoulder. They shoot each other a final glance before Square Hammer starts. Before they have to pretend like they didn't just watch their Papa get pulled from the stage, leaving them helpless.  

And yet, by the looks on everyone else's faces, they hadn't. No one seems to care.  

Dew’s stomach twists and he's positive he's going to throw up. 

Mountain’s not much better, swaying slightly behind his kit, dizzy. 

They want nothing more than for this fucking show to be over with. To know that their Papa is okay. That they didn't fail him again. To call Aether.  

As soon as Copia finishes his farewell speech, Mountain and Dew are flanking his sides. This isn't their normal spots for bows, but they have to be around Copia right now. To hold his hand. To know that he's alright. They don't want to overwhelm him. They don't want to do anything too drastic; they know how important this show is for him. But they have to know he’s okay. They pull Copia into a bone cracking hug, and while Copia appreciates their affection, something neither Dew nor Mountain are particularly fond of sharing in front of this many people, he can't help but wonder what has prompted it. 

The ride to the hotel is a blur. Mountain vaguely remembers Cirrus’s questioning glance and Swiss’s hand on his back, leading him towards the bus. 

Dew thinks he hears Rain’s voice send comments and compliments his way, the beginning of a call and response of sort, a habit they’d fallen into after Rain’s first ritual. But this time Dew’s response is just a nod, hardly even perceptible had Rain not been burning holes into him with his stare since he caught whiff of Dew’s distress during Dance Macabre.  

When they arrive at the hotel, Dew is a bit more present. Asking Copia to ensure he and Mountain room together. He reassures the pack that him and Mountain are okay. Drained, but okay.  

He tries his hardest to guide Mountain to their room. To be the life preserver he knows Mountain needs right now. But fuck does he need one too.  

He feels bad calling Aether without checking what time it is over there, but doesn't even have the time to consider anything else before his arms are moving on their own accord. Pulling out his phone and finding Aether’s contact. Mountain needs Aether right now. Dew needs Aether right now. 

Dew knew how much Mountain still thought about that night. Mountain had confided in Dew shortly after it.  

In The Pits, Mountain was ridiculed for being a plant-specialized Earth Giant. Others thought that made him soft, pointless. Earth Giants were meant to be geological, what good would a giant with a knack for plants be, that job was for the little ones. 

Mountain was paralyzed with fear. He was stuck behind his drum kit. Forced to watch as Terzo disappeared. He was helpless. Years of working on himself, his self-image, his confidence, flushed down the drain in that single moment. Again, Mountain began to wonder if they were correct. Maybe he really was soft. Useless. A sorry excuse for an Earth Giant.  

“Hi Sweet Thing. You with us?” 

Mountain is ripped from his thoughts as he hears Aether's voice. It’s crackly and a bit robotic through the speakers of Dew’s phone, but it is undeniably Aether.  

“Hmm?” 

Mountain hums, his eyes finally focusing on something for the first time in hours. 

Dew is holding his phone in front of his face, Aether is dimly lit on the other end, smiling softly at them. 

“There he is.” 

Aether's eyes light up as Mountain acknowledges him for the first time since he'd answered Dew's call.

“Wasn't right without you Aeth. Fuck. Kept looking around for you. Imagined you running after him”  

Dew laughs dryly to himself but tears fill his eyes. 

Aether wishes he could just crawl through the screen and hold his boys. He knows how much they love Copia, how much Terzo's death affected them. How much it affected himself. But he’s on the other side of the fucking world, so he just hopes his words and presence, even if though a phone screen, can provide them enough comfort to get some rest before they have to do this all over again tomorrow. Without him. Again.  

“I know baby, I'm so sorry. Wish I was there too”  

Aether smiles sadly though the phone. 

“Guess neither of us made too big a fool of ourselves though, maybe those pointless rehearsals weren't so pointless”  

Dew tries to joke, but Aether can see right through him. 

“Why didn't I see it?” 

Mountain mumbles into the space between Dew’s neck and shoulder that he’s crammed himself into. 

“What was that Hun?” 

Dew asks, rubbing the back of Mountain’s head where his hair had been tied back for the show. 

“The lift, I mean why didn’t I see it before. We practiced--Satan knows how many times-- just like you said, and I never once thought anything of it until tonight. Why'd it have to hit me in the middle of a fucking show. Probably made a dumbass of myself up there loosing time during the second to last song of the night... Was supposed to be perfect for Papa.”  

Mountain whispers the last part, but Dew and Aether are still able to catch it.  

Dew pulls Mountain closer to himself and Aether’s heart breaks, longing to reach out, to whisk those worries away. 

“Mountain, I didn't make the connection until tonight either. It was different. I dunno how, but it... was.”  

Dew silently curses himself for his lack of explanation, he knows that's what Mountain needs right now. Mountain needs logic. Something that tells him why something happened so he can avoid it next time. But truthfully Dew doesn't know. He doesn't know why tonight was different, but it was, and it fucked him up too. 

“I'm sure it had something to do with the crowd and the stage lights. I remember those helmets; you can't see shit in ‘em. Hearing people screaming, being blinded and burned by those lights, watching someone you care about, who holds the same title, in the same spot as one of the most traumatic events of your time topside. That’s probably why it was different. I know that doesn't change anything, but it does make a difference.”  

Aether adds.  

And logically Mountain knows Dew is right, that Aether is right. That it was different. But he still hates himself for faltering, even if no one else noticed.  

“Plus, I'm sure if you really did mess up, anything noticeably at least, we all would've gotten a smartass text from Swiss. I'm thinking something along the lines of ‘The All-Mighty Mountain Crumbles at the Sight of a Dangerously Handsome Multi's Hips"  

Aether jokes while drawing a rectangle in the air with his hands, mimicking a news headline, hoping to bring his mates back down to Earth.  

Dew giggles, a genuine giggle and Mountain huffs out a laugh. It isn't much, he knows that, but Aether has never been prouder of himself.  

They talk for a bit longer, until Mountain and Dew’s minds have cleared a bit and their eyes have returned to that deep forest green and the vibrant copper and ocean blue Aether had fallen so in love with, before any of this mattered.  

Mountain and Dew finally settle into their bed. Their position is awkward at best but they’re comfortable. They're Here. They have each other. Copia is alright. They're alright.  

And that's all that matters right now. 

All that can matter right now. 

[chapel-of-rizztual]

@nastylittleghouls oooh you got me fucked up! Thank you for fuelling my delusions

Original post

“Common, baby. You can do it. Show me what you can do.”

Aether mummers into Dew cunt there he’s happily resting between his legs, giving a lick to his clit.

“Pop that little knot for me, angel. I know you want to knot my mouth.”

Dew writhes against the bed, hand fisting at Aethers hair desperately trying to pull Aethers mouth where he wants it.

“Aeth, please. Please, mouth- your mouth, want your mouth back, please.”

Aether chuckles and lets Dew push his head back down into his cunt. He seals his lips over his clit and sucks hard, flicking his tongue over the very sensitive tip.

Dew moans loudly, his leg twitching as he tugs on Aether hair even harder.

“Fuck, like that. Just like that.”

He gets that same pit in his stomach as his cock twitches hard in Aethers mouth, a familiar tingle spreading through him.

“Shit, Aeth. It’s-it’s happen, it’s coming.”

Aether pulls off him with a pop, looking up at Dew from between his legs. His lips are all swollen and slick and shiny, Dew isn’t sure if that’s from saliva or his slick. It makes him feel lightheaded headed either way.

Aether uses his thumb and pointer finger to pinch at Dews clit and he strokes along the sensitive bud with his fingers.

“Fuck, i can feel it.” His fingers hit the bump at the base of his clit. He can’t help but moan as he wanks off Dews clit, making sure his fingers brush along the bump. “That’s it. That really is.”

Dew whines, his head shaking against the pillow, how whole body twitching.

“Aeth, please. Please, need it. Need to knot your mouth.”

Aether watches in fascination as the knot expands under his fingers, filling out even more desperately looking for something lock into.

Dew tugs at his hair again, harder than before, breaking Aether out of his trance.

“Please. Need it. Need your mouth.”

Aether doesn’t say anything, just dives back in wrapping his lips around Dews clit and sucking hard. He bobs his head, pulling off to the tip and sucking him back down to base, feeling his knot bump again his lips.

He moans around Dews clit, bobbing his head faster, enjoying the feeling of Dew in his mouth.

He feels the knot expand even more, knowing from the sounds that Dews making it won’t be long before it pops now.

He scrapes his teeth along the bump, sucking as hard as he can, flicking his tongue at the tip. Dews back arches of the bed and his eyes roll back into the back of his skull. His whole body shudders as his grip on Aethers hair gets even harder.

“Aeth- I’m gunna-it’s gunna-fuck.”

His belly swoops dangerously low as Aethers moans vibrate through him.

“I’m gunna knot, fuck Aeth. Gunna knot your mouth.”

Aether scrapes his teeth over the knot one last time making Do whine all high picked and squeaky as his knot expands to its full size in Aethers mouth.

Aether moans, letting Dews knot catch at the back of his teeth as he sucks as hard as he can so Dew can ride out his orgasm.

He’s always loved having his mouth knotted. Always loves when Mountain stretches his jaw out until it hurt. Loves when Swiss makes it sone he can’t breathe or when Rain ruts his hips up into his mouth desperately trying to get deeper. But this? This? Having Dew grid his hips into him, gripping his hair as he whines his way though his orgasm, his little knot popped snuggly behind his teeth as he sucks and licks at his chubby cock. This was his favourite.

[krsc2]

9. elvish robes for @nastylittleghouls, thank you for the suggestion!

[riptide-kid]

Nine People I’d Like to Know Better Tag Challenge

Thank you so much for the tag @ligovskaya <33

last song I listened to: Mary On A Cross by Ghost (sorry)

currently watching: nothing really...

sweet/savory/spicy: all of the above, but if I had to choose probably sweet!

relationship status: single

current obsession: Shoot from the Hip - they're an improv comedy group from London and I can not recommend them enough!

i'm tagging: @tobbesdiscordkitten, @steamyearlgray, @prophetofthesufferpuppets, @anamelessfool, @daredvssy, @nastylittleghouls, @chaostwinsofdestruction, @so--something and @jennmakesitweird (only if u want to ofc <3)

[quitelitteghoulpup]

Dew, Aether and some cuddles with hot chocolate

@nastylittleghouls I finally managed to write it!!!!

While ghouls usually found snow exciting, fire ghouls didn't really like it. Due to their higher body temperature, they couldn't do anything with it, it melds emidiatly. Even walking through snow was uncomfortable, because they are walking on mud basically.

So while everybody enjoys the fresh snow (Sister Imperator gave everyone a day off, except for Terzo) Dew stays inside his bedroom which he shared with his mate Aether (and sometimes Rain, because Dew is better and cuddlier than any heating). He had watched a few films Aether didn't like while he waited for his boyfriend to return from his shift at the infirmary. He was there with Omega, because a sister of sin was in labor.

The rest of the pack was outside except for Rain, who stayed inside and was sleeping because he always felt like being attacked with needles when the freezing air hit him. There wasn't really anything else he could have done.

The next moment the door opened with a creaking noise, while Aether walked in, holding two steaming mugs. He set them dowm on the nightstand and then pulled Dew in for a kiss.

"Hello my sweet, hot mate. ~" Aether cooed to him. "I bought us some hot chocolate, an apology for being absent on our day off"

"Mhh, you really think I'm mad because you helped a sister birth her child? My starlight, I'm glad you could help her with her pain. Birth is hard and painful, but you helped her with it." Dew answered, still a bit starstruck by the thought of Aether making hot chocolate for him.

Aether came down, crawled under the blanket and handed Dew his mug. He held it and made the chocolate boil with his magic. He only drank icy cold drinks or boiling coffee, hot chocolate or milk.

"Mh, so good! ~~" Dew moaned, the small ghoul always loved chocolate, in any way. Aether chuckled taking a sip from his. He adored his mate. So sweet, small and innocent looking. [Mine!!!] He thought suddenly, a bit of possessiveness washing through him. He quickly placed his and Dews mug on the nightstand, pulling his handsome mate in for cuddles. Dews head rested on his shoulder, his chest on his own, one arm curled around his body and their tails curled around each other's.

They stayed like that for a while, before drifting to sleep.

[krscblw]

(@nastylittleghouls i accidentally deleted your ask, sorry!)

happy halloween! your treat(?) is:

a handful of candy corn!

[aweisz]

@eros-ghoulette @greenbirdtrash @nastylittleghouls @midnight-moth

thank you!!!!! <3

[skywarpie]

hey uhhhhhhhh, I think you should see this post

https://www.tumblr.com/nastylittleghouls/758542943032426496/aether-ripping-his-jacket-open-with-one-hand-the?source=share

HELLO???

[ghoul-slime]

WIP Tag Game

RULES: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs. Thanks for tagging me, @belle--ofthebrawl

Here's a small handful of what I have going on in my notes folder! Unsurprisingly, most of this is Dew-centric smut:

Dewther belly bulge

Aether/Dew/Ifrit DP

Dewther pussy worship

Free use Dew

Rain teaches Dew how to squirt

Extracurricular Activity

Rain/Dew/Phantom mutual masturbation

Bathtub

Solve et Coagula

Toy expert Rain

Tagging @lilypadlys @papaslittlesunshine @nastylittleghouls and @chapel-of-rizztual if you haven't already and would like to do it!

[the-moon-in-the-gutter]

Thinking about the original trio in M*A*S*H and how intensely queer the relationship between Trapper, Hawkeye, and Oliver is. But also how that's just Aether, Dewdrop, and Rain.

The queer chaos that is just inherently there in the Swamp is just the same energy in the ghoul den.

@nastylittleghouls giving you a tag because I always think of you when I see M*A*S*H posts and then immediately think of the ghouls.

[riptide-kid]

i got "chaos" (love it) @anamelessfool @in-cardi-c-we-thrust @nastylittleghouls

[ghoulangerlee]

Happy Fan Friday 💚 who are three blogs you really like and would recommend?

#more hype less hate

hey Jim! sorry this is so late <3 i feel like im so behind on everything with tumblr since school has started back and all haha. and like the chaos going on in my own life. but here's a few blogs i see in those moments that im able to scroll freely through tumblr!!! <3

some blogs im super enjoying right now:

@mac-and-thefox @forlorn-crows @madangel19 @nastylittleghouls @to-spread-the-ministry @skywarpie @chapel-of-rizztual @wrathofrats and ofc your blog too jim 😭

sorry i couldn't do just three sadlfkjs but you guys are who i see every single time im able to get on here and i appreciate you all so much <3

[ghost-raven-7]

Re your tags on the III post: A former „member“ of Ghost. Played rhythm for them 😉

@nastylittleghouls Ohhh, I see! And I think I know who he is! 😏.........

AETHER GHOUL MY BELOVED! 🥺💖💖💖

And that's actually so awesome 😁🥺🖤🖤🖤

I imagine the both of them having a really good time in a club! 😁💖💖

[ghoulangerlee]

ive been tagged by a couple of people in this, I'm moving it to a new post <3 thank you @nastylittleghouls and @cheerycherrycandy-resurrected

here are my four albums on repeat

Slow Bloom - The Home Team Rite Here Rite Now soundtrack - Ghost Red Trees and White Trashes - Welles One - Sleep Token

not tagging anyone I fear because I don't know who all has been and hasn't been tagged haha. but if you wanna do this go for it! say i tagged you!