#rora ghoulette

[ghouleh-ghouleh]

Rite Here Rite Now (2024)

Aurora Ghoulette singing Spillways

[floating-goblin-art]

multis jammin'!

[divine-misfortune]

Aurora with her cutsey frilly dresses and her patterned tights that have all been ripped into at the crotch for easy access

[starrrlytte]

pretty, pretty princess 🩷

plus sketch and dress inspo :3

yes i changed her design i’m indecisive

[gravehags]

Polyghouls you say? The girls kidnap borrow mountain for a few hours, because who can resist climbing a mountain with your friends ;)

I uh. Did not anticipate for this to get this long. And wow did I have fun with it.

Pairing: Mountain x Ghoulettes

Rating: EXPLICIT MDNI

Words: too many

Tags: fivesome, oral (m receiving), makeouts, penetrative sex, ghoul on ghoulette on ghoulette on ghoulette on ghoulette action

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“What did you say you needed help with?”

“Oh, you know,” Aurora chirps, gently but firmly dragging Mountain by the hand down the corridor. “Need some stuff high up. Lifting. That sort of thing.”

Mountain furrows his brow.

“No one’s stronger than Cumulus and Cirrus so I’m not sure why—“

Aurora is at the end of her rope with this one. If she didn’t hurry up and secure the bag, Sunny was going to give her hell.

“Yeah but no one is as big and tall as you, Mount,” she gushes, tugging him forward, “we need you.”

Mountain blushes and clears his throat. Something about compliments from the tiny ghoulette currently hauling him at an impressive speed always gives him butterflies. And so, he lets her guide him down the hall to the ghoulettes’ quarters, happy to be of assistance. When they reach the door Aurora flashes him a bright little smile which he mirrors before she opens it and shoves him in with surprising force.

“Finally, ‘Rora we thought you’d never get here.”

Their private little living room has been turned into a veritable den of sin in her absence, with all three ghoulettes lounging on cushions and pillows in varying levels of nudity and gazing at their prize.

Their prize gazes back. Oh, does he gaze.

“H-hi, girls,” he manages to breathe, his belly and his pants suddenly tight. “You needed help reaching something?”

Cumulus fixes Aurora with a stare.

“Really, Aurora? That’s what you told him?”

The petite ghoulette is halfway through stripping off her own clothes and nearly topples over in indignation.

“Hey, I got him here, yeah? You play fetch the ghoul next time.”

It’s not the first time Mountain has seen the ghoulettes naked it’s just…all of them. All at once. Looking so soft and so warm. And looking at him so…hungrily.

“Why, uh, why am I here? Actually.”

Sunshine snorts and a now fully nude Aurora sidles up behind him and runs her hands over his shoulder blades and down his back.

“We thought you deserved a treat, big boy,” Cirrus purrs, her fingers toying with a lock of Cumulus’ hair, “don’t you want us?”

His eyes dart to Sunny. Then Cumulus. Then Aurora. Then back to Cirrus.

“All of you?” he asks, incredulous and a little impressed. “At once?”

“Mmhmm,” Aurora murmurs, standing in front of him to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “You work so hard, Mount. We just want to take care of you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He gurgles an affirmation as he lets Aurora tug his shirt out of his pants and throw it behind him.

“Like all of us taking turns with you? Bouncing on your cock? Sucking you off? We want to be good to you, baby. Let us be good to you.”

His mouth has gone completely dry at this point and to drive her point home, Aurora runs a small hand over the tent in his pants. The way she gazes up at him is all it takes for him to lose control. Bending down, he grabs her by the hips and lifts her, wrapping her legs around his waist. A delighted shriek comes from her and all at once the ghoulettes are on him. Lips and teeth nip at him as they remove the remainder of his clothing and lay him down on the cushions. They surround him, his little temporary harem, and Sunshine wastes no time in kissing a path down his chest. Suddenly, Cumulus grabs Aurora and kisses her, slow and wet, their limbs tangling before him.

“Like what you see?” Cirrus murmurs from beside him, her fingers running through his hair. Sunny’s path brings her face to face with his cock, hard and red and leaking. She gives him a quick smile before darting her tongue out and scooping up the dribble of pre that is sliding down his shaft.

“You’re always so sweet to us, Mount,” Cirrus purrs in his ear, “you take care of everybody. This is the least you deserve.”

Sunny removes her mouth from his cock in favor of stroking it and looking over her shoulder at the show behind her. Aurora has Cumulus on her back, sucking greedily on her nipple while working her fingers between her legs. When she draws them away and they glisten in the low light, he moans loudly.

“Give him a taste, ‘Rora,” Cumulus breathes from her pillows. Aurora crawls over to him and giggles as she places the tips of her fingers on his bottom lip. Eagerly his tongue slides out and he sucks them in, relishing the sweet taste of Cumulus.

“Clean them off nice and good, baby,” Aurora grins before peppering a series of kisses to the line of his jaw. When she pulls back and leans across his chest for a hot kiss with Cirrus, his head tips back against the pillows.

“Fuck, you’re all so…so…”

All eyes are on him now, smiles curling at their lips.

“Fucking beautiful. We don’t—ah,” Sunny lowers herself to suck the head of his cock into her mouth, “we don’t deserve you.”

A round of low laughter bounces off the walls of the small room.

“Tell that to Dew and Swiss next time they need help with their rut, yeah?” Cirrus smirks, tracing patterns into his chest.

He wants to lavish them with praise, tell them how perfect they are, but in an instant Sunny slides her mouth over his shaft and sucks. His hand flies to her russet curls.

“Fuck, Sun,” he moans, “just like that.”

Her mouth is unhurried as it takes the length of him, then sliding off completely. He very nearly whines until she begins sucking on his balls, letting her tongue dance around the skin.

“Don’t get him off too quickly,” Cirrus gently chastises the ghoulette between his legs, “we all want a turn.”

Sunny grins with all her teeth, “Oh we can easily get more than one out of him, isn’t that right handsome?”

Mountain laughs and regards them all with hazy eyes.

“I’ll stay here as long as you want me, girls.”

“Good boy,” Cirrus smiles, and the words make his cock twitch. “I think Aurora should get the honor of the first since she did the fetching.”

The petite ghoulette, currently in a tangle of limbs and tongues with Cumulus, gently attempts to extricate herself from the curvy ghoulette’s grip. Cumulus laughs and slaps her ass sharply.

“Go on, Rory,” she says, giving her nipple one last pinch, “I’ve always want to watch you take him.”

Sunshine obligingly moves out of the way so that Aurora can crawl up his body.

“Let’s show them how good this little cunt is at taking this big, fat cock, huh Mount?”

Her interactions with Cumulus have left her soaked, and she takes him firmly in hand to show him just how much.

“Fuck, ‘Rora,” he says hoarsely, “need you.”

“I know, baby,” she coos, lifting her hips up to and sliding down to prod at her entrance. “Gonna give you exactly what you want.”

Cirrus, Sunshine, and Cumulus are all rapt as they watch the tiny ghoulette slowly sink onto Mountain’s massive cock. Aurora whimpers and pants from the stretch but won’t give up until her hips are flush against his. When she does exactly that, Sunshine lets out a low whistle.

“Unholy shit, Rory,” she breathes, most impressed. “Remind me never to doubt your choice in toys again.”

Aurora beams and looks down at the ghoul beneath her. Mountain’s face is flushed, lips parted and damp, his eyes glossy as he looks up at her with adoration.

“‘Rora,” he says hoarsely, “p-please move.”

And so she does. Slowly, at first, sliding off him then taking him back in. She’s content at this pace for a few minutes, when Mountain’s fingers dig into her hips.

“Wanna watch you bounce on his cock,” Cumulus purrs, her head in Cirrus’ lap.

Aurora looks down at the ghoul inside her.

“That what you want, Mount?”

“Y-yes. Yes. Fuck ‘Rora I need it.”

She leans down to place a sweet kiss on his lips before straightening her back. In an instant her movements become sharp and frantic, riding him with impressive force. He looks up at her - the way her long hair hangs in her face, the way sweat slides down her sternum, the way her beautiful little tits bounce with the rhythm - and he is awestruck. She keeps worrying at her lower lip as she pants atop him and he knows she’s close.

“So good, Mount, touch me.”

Without a second thought his fingers fly to where the two of them are joined and his thumb rubs rapid circles over her swollen clit. Her cries become ever louder and her back arches as she takes him over and over. Beside him Sunshine lets out a groan and he feels the warmth of her cum spurting onto his side. Cirrus and Cumulus are lip locked but their eyes remain on their fellow ghoulette.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum, fuck Mountain, yes baby that’s it, just like that.”

When she cums, her mouth hangs open in a silent scream and her cunt spasms around him. That’s all it takes for him to topple over the edge and suddenly he’s fucking up into her, painting her walls with ropes of seed as he chants her name. When both their hips finally slow, she collapses on his chest, her sweat-slick breasts pressed firmly against him. There’s a silence, from everyone, as they allow the couple to catch their breath and regain their bearings. Aurora takes advantage of the quiet to prop her chin up on Mountain’s chin. Silently she places one, two, three kisses to his face before pushing back and easing herself off of him. When she falls backwards and spreads her legs, Mountain growls as they all watch his cum leak from her red and swollen cunt.

“You done, sweetheart?” Cirrus asks from beside him, raking fingers through his hair once more. “Or do you think you can take more of us?”

He laughs, exhausted but up for the challenge.

“Give—give me a minute. Then I’ll let you all have your wicked way with me.”

Sunshine snorts in his ear and places a swift kiss to his cheek before wiping her cum off his belly. Cumulus and Cirrus recline on their respective pillows, chatting about recent abbey gossip. And Aurora, sweet Aurora, sits across from him still catching her breath. When he smiles at her she gives him a saucy little wink and blows a kiss.

He’d help the ghoulettes get something off the top shelf any day.

[rotdistressxox]

Headcanons: The Ghoulettes + Mountain first meeting / Developing a crush on you

Part 1

Here's part 2 :p IM SO SORRY MOUNTAIN GHOUL ENJOYERS HERE'S YOUR FOOD

Cumulus

• She immediately stands out to you because of her long, curly, white hair. She flashed you a smile and welcomed you to the team.

• The more you got to know her, the more she stood out as the mom-friend of the group.

• Bascically adopts you into the ghoul-friend group. Anyone says anything bad about you will have the 'lioness' to deal with.

• You help her with practicing piano and keyboard. She likes to harmonize with your voice, and sometimes she sings along.

• Winter arrives and the fire ghouls are usually working to heat up the ministry. She invites you to cuddle, since that's what ghouls do to preserve body temperature.

• Presing your body close to hers, you tuck your head under her chin. She whispers an 'Oh my' as she feels her heart beat getting faster. She purred as you fell asleep in her arms.

• Swiss wanted to join, but she growled and swiped at him. "My bad"

• That's a thing that became more common between you two, even if it wasn't cold outside anymore.

• She starts to fuss over you more like she's your wife, which you jokingly call her.

Cirrus

• Is pretty similar to Mist, the only thing that's different is how quickly her mood changes. It's super scary

• At first she was stone faced like the previous Era of ghouls, but as soon as you said hi she was smiles and rainbows.

• Was the one who seemed the most trust worthy at the time, so she's your main ghoul to talk to.

• Pretty playful and flirty, like a mix of Aurora and Swiss. Loves it when you pet her or scratch under her chin.

• Started to feel more attracted to you once she realized her attraction to you wasn't just friendship. It was romantic. Pretty simple when she came to terms with it.

• Overthinks her crush. Is it real? Is it just ghoul hormones or your pheromones? Does she just want you, or does she want all of you?

• Gets jealous pretty easily. Doesn't like it when the Ghouls flirt with you, or you give them attention.

• Almost starts a fight with another ghoul because they stared little too long at you

Aurora

• Is bascically the stereotype of that one girl that wants/ is friends with everyone.

• Very excited to meet you, shakes your hand vigorously. Introduces you to the rest of the ghoulettes instead of letting them do it.

• "Yeah, Aurora's one of the newer ghouls" Cirrus tells you.

• Wants to hang out with you 24/7. You are her bestie afterall! Sleepovers, making friendship bracelets, gossip or shit talking. Her personality is heavily inspired by chickflicks.

• Her hair is naturally a very light green which fades into a dark blue at her roots. One day she decides she wants to dye some strands a neon pink. You help her ofc.

• You had changed into a shirt that was way too big on you, it slid down your shoulders and it took every ounce of her willpower not to shove her nose in her neck. The smell of a human was irresistible to a ghoul.

• "Shit, I can't get this one spot" you sit on her lap and hold her face while you use the brush to finish the bangs. Her ears turned red and her tail wrapped around your leg.

• "Uh, Rora. You good?" "Yeah totally!"

• Didn't keep it a secret that she had a crush on you when talking to the other Ghouls.

• "Ugh I want them so bad" "(Reader) and I already have 27 children in the scenario in my head" "I would kill for them ngl"

Mist

• The most imposing ghoulette, despite her stature.

• Doesn't say anything the first time you see eachother. She only stares you down, watching your every move.

• She's so serious at first, so you start teasing her. The Era 1-3 ghouls have darker skin, so a way you could tell she was blushing was when her cheeks turned a dark purple.

• Doesn't want to admit it, like it all. But she loves it when you tease her.

• "Where's (Reader)?" "They're in the left wing working today. Why?" "Nothing, if you tell (Reader) I asked about them I will end you"

• Not good at emotions. At all. Conflicted all the time because she fell in love so quickly. She has never been in love. Never.

• Refuses to talk about it with the others so she doesn't ruin her 'tough chick' persona.

• One time you snuck up behind her and poked her waist. She let out the cutest whine/yelp you had ever heard. She chased you around though.

• Also very protective

Mountain

• Oh where do I begin.

• Scares the living shit out of you because of how tall he is, by accident because bro just appeared out of the ground and dusted the dirt off his shoulders.

• Doesn't usually interact with the siblings of sin if at all. He's afraid of them

• Is actually very sweet though, he thinks you're a little weird at first. Not a bad weird, just very unusual.

• Stuff you say is usually hilarious. Your humor shocks him at first, but he gets used to it

• Mountain is usually very stressed, there's a lot going on in his head. Practice, more practice, duties, mental health. But for some reason, the loud thoughts in his head disappear when you say "hello"

• When you're not looking, he'll put flowers in your hair until you notice them.

• Ofcourse he knows he's in love, the earth ghouls at usually the ones most aware of emotion.

• When he follows you around the lawns and the gardens, a small patch of purple flowers are left in his footsteps

[iamthecomet]

mounty/rora size difff!!!!! im insane!!!!

like imagine they’re in the kitchen and roras tryna grab somethin high up and mount comes up behind and just. engulfs her. idk if i were her i would lose it.

also dom mountain? maybe? calling her his “little princess” and making her take him all at once?

(maybe some really light cnc like hes “making” her take it no matter what she wants)

idk i love them

I got SO carried away with this. I am NOT SORRY. 2.3k words of MountRora under the cut. Despite the CNC mention in the ask everything in the ficlet is enthusiastically consented to on screen. Though, Mountain does have a few thoughts (before anything actually happens) that could make things seem dubious. So keep that in mind before you read. I absolutely took some inspiration for their normal dynamic from this post by @miasmaghoul because her brain is gigantic.

The new ghoulette makes Mountain feel like he’s losing his mind. He hasn’t been able to keep his eyes off of her since they were introduced. Her miniscule frame tucked under one of Copia’s arms as he gave her and Aeon a tour of the ghoul wing. 

He knows her better now. Enough that when he lays in bed at night with one hand on his cock and her on his mind he doesn’t feel quite as bad as he did that first night. Face down on his pillows, knuckles wedged between his teeth so that when he came in hot spurts he didn’t accidentally whimper the name of the freshly summoned ghoulette in the next room. 

Now, a few months in, the thoughts are no less impure but he knows they’re welcome. Knows she thinks the same things. Finds her at his door in the middle of the night, barely clothed and already soaked for him. Slipping into his lap with ease and grinding against him until she cums–until he does too. Splattering cum over his stomach as she works him through it with her tongue in his mouth. 

It’s not enough. 

Mountain watches her from the couch as she stretches up onto her toes and tries to reach something on the very top shelf of the game cabinet. Spine stretching, fingers waggling as she tries to reach. Almost hopping on her toes in a futile attempt to bump whatever game she’s hoping for close enough to grab. 

Mountain delights in watching her. In looking at the little sliver of skin that shows as her shirt rides up. On the way her ass looks in her leggings. Eyes tracing the dip in her waist, knowing he can touch his fingers around it when he holds her. 

He’ll get up and help her–of course he will. Though, she’ll never ask. Determined to do it herself. But he’s going to let her struggle for another minute and enjoy the view. 

He pushes himself off the couch when she starts to show signs of planning to climb the cabinet. He presses right up against her. Ducks his head to press his chin to the crown of her head, right between brutally sharp opalescent horns. 

“Which one?” he rumbles. Curling one arm around her waist, palm flat against her belly. That warm strip of skin under his calloused palm. She growls, high and playful. And he pulls her tighter, presses her body right up against his until he knows she can feel how hard he’s gotten pressed right against her spine. 

“Monopoly,” she says, pressing back against him. Standing on her toes in an attempt to grind her ass back against him. “Why do you put it so high?” “Big boxes go on the top shelf.” 

“Nothing should go on the top shelf.” She huffs as he pulls it down and presses it into her waiting hands. 

“Who are you playing with?” 

“Aeon and Swiss, do you want to come too?” 

Mountain shakes his head. He digs his fingers into her stomach just a little and then releases her. She turns in his grip, box held between them. “I don’t like monopoly. Too competitive. And Swiss always cheats.” 

She frowns. “He promised he wouldn’t–”

“He’s a liar.” He kisses her between the horns. “Will you come see me after?” 

She looks up at him. Violet blush darkening her cheeks and the tips of her ears. She smiles, slow and easy as she nods. “As soon as we’re done.” 

“That a promise?” Mountain teases. 

She licks her lips, nods again, short and curt this time. “Yes, sir.”

His cock kicks in his pants, drools pre into the dark gray fabric. Aurora grins at him, and then slips away, out of the door. Mountain sags back into the couch. He palms at himself–not enough to really get anywhere. Just a little pressure, a little relief as he thinks about her. About what he wants to do–no–what he’s going to do to her. She wants it too--he knows it.

The grinding is all well and good, but he wants to be inside. Wants to press deep and feel the way her body changes as he fucks into her. To reach places no one else ever has or ever will again. He closes his eyes, tips his head back against the back of the couch and tries not to blow it just over the thought of her. 

⛧ Mountain keeps himself as busy as he can stand. Takes a trip to the greenhouse and tries to think about deadheading flowers instead of pinning Aurora down on his bed and fucking her senseless. 

He works on dinner, and somehow doesn’t burn anything despite doing the entire thing on auto pilot–much to Dew’s disappointment. 

The fire ghoul kicks him out mid-way through with a frustrated grimace. 

“I’m trying to help, Dew,” Mountain says in protest as Dew bullies him from the kitchen. 

“Then help, by being literally anywhere else. I can smell how hard you are. Go jerk off or something.” 

Mountain retreats to his room. There’s a knock on the door three minutes later–not that he was counting. 

Aurora doesn’t wait to be let in, she’s pushing past him as soon as he opens the door. Shucking her shirt off and throwing it to the side before Mountain has even locked them in. And then she’s on him. Coming up on her toes as he bends to meet her. Lips sealing together as her clever fingers slid under his t-shirt and up to roll already pebbled nipples between deft fingers. He growls, hauls her close. Nearly off her feet in his attempt to pull her into his skin with him. Tongue delving deep into her mouth–less about pleasure and more about claiming. 

“Who won?” he asks as he pulls away long enough to pull of his shirt. She wiggles out of her leggings and underwear in one go and Mountain feels the last of his coherent brain cells die when she bends over to pull them off of her ankles. Exposing her soft pink cunt to his hungry gaze. She’s wet already, folds glistening as she shifts from one foot to the other. 

“Swiss,” Aurora says as she finally untangles herself. “He cheated.” 

“Told you.” 

Aurora is right up on him again, his back against the door. Her hand slipping down his pants to curl her fingers around his cock. He shoves at his waistband. Desperate to get them off so he can see. So he can watch the way her fingers don’t meet when she holds him. She stands on her toes and nips at his jaw. Stroking from root to tip as he finally frees himself. Fire licking up his spine as she tightens her grip to milk a pearl of pre from the tip. 

“‘Rora,” Mountain whispers, pressing his forehead to the top of her head, both of them looking down. Watching the way she strokes him. The head flushed and shiny. Her fingers looking so small–so impossibly dainty around him. “Wanna try something.” 

“Hmm?” 

“Let me fuck you.”  Not a question. A demand. A need. No room for argument in it. Aurora pulls her head back so they can really see each other, she tips her head, lip pinned by a razor sharp fang. 

“It’s too big. Won’t fit.” 

Mountain steps closer, she goes back. Doesn’t let go of him, doesn’t stop dragging her thumb over that spot under the head that makes him twitch. He crowds her back until she’s forced to sit on his bed. Forced to crane her neck to look up at him. He reaches down, strokes her hair out of her face, tucks one strand behind her ear. 

“I’ll make it fit.” 

He watches her throat work as she swallows. Watches the way her pupils go just that much wider. She’s moon-eyed and slack jawed as she looks up at him. Thighs clamped together, shifting just ever so slightly in search of friction. 

She nods. Eyes never leaving his. Cheeks dark, breath shallow. When he pushes her back to lay on the bed, she falls like a rag doll. Easy. Chest heaving as he climbs above her. Mouthing at her jaw, and lower. Over sharp collarbones, and rosey nipples. Pressing the flat of his tongue to each bud as he sucks them into his mouth. Assualting them with just enough teeth to make her gasp and arch up into him. 

He leaves a trail of open mouth kisses down her stomach, over her hip bones, down to her cunt. Pressing his lips over her clit. He drags his tongue through her folds. Gathering slick. Letting the taste of her white out every other thought. 

He presses one finger inside of her as he pulls back. Watching as her eyes flutter closed, one hand toying with one of her nipples, the other sunk deep into the mess of her own hair. She whines, hips rolling down to meet his hand as he presses as deep as he can. “Gonna make you take it,” Mountain says, bending down to suck her clit into his mouth as he gives her another finger. 

She nods dumbly, tucking her chin into her chest to watch him. Their eyes meeting over the soft plain of her body. “Yeah. Yeah. Make me take it. Ruin me.” 

His cock kicks and spits against the comforter as he fingers her. Adding a third. Unable to think about anything else except the musk of her on his tongue and the way these velvet walls will feel clamped around his cock. How it will feel when she cums on it. 

Mountain doesn’t have the patience to wait anymore. Not with the way she’s fluttering around his fingers. Not with how her clit pulses against his tongue.

He slips his fingers from her body, and allows himself a moment to admire her as he pulls away. To watch as she clenches around nothing. To see the way she drips onto the bed. 

He shuffles forward, tucks her legs around his hips. He drags the blunt head of his cock over her swollen clit and revels in the way she mewls beneath him. Hands twisting in the sheets, hips twitching closer. “Look at you,” he says. Dragging his cock through her folds, watches the way she opens for him. He lines himself up, just barely touching her. It would take nothing to split her open on it. He should go slow–should take his time.  

“C’mon,” she insists. “Put it in. Stop teasing and–”

Mountain surges forward. He bottoms out in one thrust. His hips flush with hers. She wails. Eyes rolling up in her head, body clamping down hard on him. Her heel digs into his ass, just above his tail. He grabs her as she arches, both big hands on her waist, thumbs almost touching just under her belly button. 

The next thrust makes her tear up. Wetness clinging to delicate lashes as she clamps her eyes closed and keens. Mountain gives up on slow and steady almost immediately. Leaning forward to bend her in half and pound in. Over and over again. Each slick slide a new revelation.  Each noise she makes dragging him closer and closer to the end. He sets his thumb to her clit. She opens her mouth and nothing comes out, just a ragged pleasured breath as she takes every inch he gives her. 

She cums with a cry. Clamping down so hard on him he’s almost forced out. Eyes rolling back, body going taught as her toes curl against his back and she pulses around him. He fucks her through it, keeps his thumb rolling over her clit until she bats his hand away. 

“So fucking tight, Rora. fucking perfect. All mine.” Moutain’s babbling now. White hot pleasure coiling deep in his gut. She’s boneless beneath him. Fucked dumb and breathless. She reaches up to press her hand over his heart, to drag her thumb over a nipple. Each thrust forcing the breath from her, along with little startled noises as he goes just a little harder, a little deeper. 

“Gonna–fuck–can I? Let me cum inside?” 

Aurora nods, lips parted, drool gathering at the corners. “Yeah. Yeah. Do it. Make it sloppy.” 

Mountain gets one more thrust in, shoving in as deep as he can before he starts to shoot, vision whiting as the hot clutch of her drags him under. 

“Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank youthankyou.” 

She reaches up, tangling fingers in the sweat damp hair at the base of his neck and pulling him down to kiss him. Fangs nipping as his lip as she does. 

A sharp knock at the door pulls Mountain away from her with a start. 

“You’d better be done fucking now,” Dew’s voice carries through the door. “Dinner’s getting cold.” 

“Coming!” Aurora calls. 

“Yeah,” Dew mutters just loud enough for them to hear, sarcasm biting through his words. “I bet you are.” 

Mountain pulls out of Aurora with a hiss. He wants a few more minutes. Time to admire the way his cum drools out of her. Time to bury his face back between her legs and clean her up–to lick his mess out of her until she’s crying and shaking beneath him. 

Instead, he stands up and starts to get dressed. Heart still hammering in his chest, nerves still alight with pleasure. Aurora stretches, arms above her head, body on full display, until something in her spine pops and she sighs, satisfied. 

“After dinner, we go again,” she says, pushing herself out of bed to stand on wobbly legs. 

“Yeah?” Mountain asks, not daring to allow any real hope to filter into his voice, He doesn’t want her to feel obligated. Doesn’t want her to do too much because she wants to make him happy. He’ll be happy just eating her out. Letting her grind. Curling her into his arms and fucking her thighs. She grins, standing on her toes to pull him into a kiss that is more fang than tongue. “I told you to ruin me didn’t I?” 

[rixxxki]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ GHOULS N GHOULETTES LOVING EACH OTHER. RAAAHH.

i kinda forgot i have tumblr. but i came back anddd here's my ramblings :3

Phantom who genuinely loves to head-butt his pack mates. like to gently nudge their heads with his, rubbing his cheek against their face, scenting and nuzzling them. he's just a bundle of love, ready to share it with everyone.

Aurora who likes to get her hair played with by the girls. as soon as Cirrus' or Lus' hands touch her locks, she starts purring like crazy. and Aurora who also loves getting head-butts from Phantom, nudging him with her horns gently.

Sodomizer who absolutely melts for group cuddles. just him laying on the pillows, sandwiched between Swiss and Cumulus, tails intertwined. he even got into the habit of hopping between some ghouls hugging if they're okay with it, of course (but if they're not, he would whine about it later).

— hey Rain, hey Rora, mind if i squeeze between ya?

Mounty who likes the privilege of being tall despite his back always hurting. if he's in the mood, he can pick a ghoul/ghoulette up and carry them away into the ghouls den to cuddle and coo at them. and Phantom and Sodo being his most frequent victims just cuz they're so easy to lift up.

Swiss who's so full of affection and stress he just needs to have his hands on someone. and Cumulus or Rain always volunteering to be stress-balls for him, letting Swiss knead and paw at them softly. although Swiss, being a handsy ghoul he is, often gives them massages (and for Mountain's hurt back too).

Rain who gives ghouls and ghoulettes homemade jewelry made of shells and stones from the lake, designed in a special way for each of them. his love language is gifts, obviously! and his pack mates always make sure to show off the things Rain gave them and reassure him that he and his gifts are appreciated.

[ghouleh-ghouleh]

Rite Here Rite Now (2024)

Aurora Ghoulette playing Cirice

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

This...is long, much longer than I thought it would be but oh well. Enjoy Aurora being mean to Swiss. (He likes it.)

"...and that's Swiss."

When she had shaken the grinning ghoul's hand upon being introduced to him, Aurora had no idea how much fun she would have with him.

Because Swiss is tall, cocky, and too used to have the upper hand in his interactions with other ghouls.

Folded in an armchair, Aurora watches Swiss tease Dew until steam is pouring out of the fire ghoul's ear, to the multi's delight. Smug smile on his lips, Swiss cuts Dew's infuriated rambling short with just a few words, making the fire ghoul shake his head in disblief, helplessly charmed despite everything.

Aurora holds eye contact when Swiss glances at her, golden eyes full of mischief and the confidence he will get away with it. There's too much teeth in his grin, a touch unsettling but equal part endearing.

With a spring in his steps, he sets course for Aurora's armchair.

"Got some space for me princess ?"

Groaning, Aurora scoots until he can wiggle his way between her and the armrest ; it's tight, too tight, so Swiss grabs her by the hips and hauls her on his lap with a satisfied little noise. Aurora doesn't protest ; let him think she yielded to his whims like most people do, when in reality she has him exactly where she wants him.

It's easy to get Swiss to lower his guard down - not that he was wise enough to put it especially up in the first place. Aurora's painted claws scratching softly behind his ear is more than enough to have him relaxed an purring, eyes half closed.

That's when she strains to mumble in his ear.

"You were being mean to Dewy."

Swiss' ear flicks, golden rings threaded through it clinking together, and he hums lowly.

"Mmh...just a lil' bit."

Aurora tuts.

"How would you feel if I was being mean to you, uh ?"

Golden eyes slowly blink open as Swiss' small, content smile turns into a wide grin.

"You don't want me to answer this, princess."

Cocky, provocative. Aurora wants to make him cry. She curls her finger under his chin, lifting his head slightly.

"You think you'd like that, uh ? Me being mean ?"

Amusement dances in Swiss' eyes, along something tender that almost breaks Aurora's resolve. Almost.

"I know I would."

With a scoff, the ghoulette let go of his chin.

"You couldn't handle it."

There is no doubt Swiss will rise to the bait. There is a reason he, alongside Dewdrop, is banned from accepting challenges without someone to second guess it. Swiss' hands find their way to Aurora's waist, finding the silver of skin made accessible by her shirt riding up.

"No ? I think I could."

His enthusiasm sure is cute, so Aurora rewards him with a smile as she shifts to straddle one of his thighs. Swiss makes a happy noise, tail curling around one of her leg and chin coming to rest on her chest. The way he looks up at her catches Aurora off guard, though she takes care not to show it. She always forget that glint of reverence that never fails to show in the multi ghoul's eyes whenever he's looking at one of his packmates.

It's more than flattering, and for a moment, Aurora thinks about changing her plans-

"Plus, I don't think you can be mean to me, sweetheart. You'd feel too bad for me."

Nevermind, that motherfucker needs to be taken down a few pegs. Aurora harshly presses her thigh against Swiss' crotch, taking him by surprise and making him gasp, hands flexing around her waist before sliding down to her hips.

"Oh, trust me Swiss, I would take great pleasure in being merciless to you."

Swiss' tongue darts out to wet his lips, adam apple bobbing under the delicate skin of his throat as he swallows thickly.

"Do it. Won't you be mean to me, 'Rora ?"

It's not getting Swiss to drop that's hard. Aurora knows damn well how flexible the ghoul is ; it clearly isn't the first time he's subbing, not by a mile.

No, what will be a challenge will be to peel away Swiss' pride layer by layer. Because Swiss doesn't beg, or very rarely, doesn't really need to anyway most of the time. He has a tendency to get people to give him what he wants even when he's not supposed to be in control.

"If you ask nicely," Aurora whispers, claws running idly on Swiss' forearms. They are very nice, and she makes a mental note to explore that later.

Swiss cocks his head to the side, mouth pulling up in a smirk as he bats his eyelashes at Aurora.

"Please ?"

It's nowhere near pleading, leading toward provocative, but it's a start.

"Carry me to my room," Aurora decides.

"Bossy," Swiss comments even as he hauls her up until she can wrap her legs around his waist. As they pass the kitchen, they attract the attention of the four ghouls chatting there, which Swiss answers to with a grin almost too large for his face.

"Gentlemen," he nods at Dew and Mountain who look like they're trying to decipher whether they should interject or not, before swiftly balancing Aurora on one arm to grab Cumulus' hand, dropping a kiss to the back of it and doing the same for Cirrus.

"Ladies."

Cumulus shakes her head with a fond huff, while Cirrus glances at Aurora and mouthes "Wreck him".

Well that's just further motivation.

It takes more brainpower than Aurora expected not to let herself be distracted by Swiss effortlessly carrying her like that, but she pulls herself together just in time. The second he slams her bedroom's door shut behind them and sets her down, she takes a step back. Her features schooled in an unimpressed scowl, she sighs.

"You're a cocky bastard, you know that ?"

She only gets an impossibly wide grin for her troubles.

"I know. You love it."

It's easy to slip a hand to the back of Swiss' neck and tug him down into a sloppy kiss, all tongue and teeth. His back hits the door with a dull thump as Aurora let her hands wander just to hear Swiss' breath hitch. There is nothing more delightful than the choked sound the multi ghoul makes when she wedges her thigh between his, encouraging him to grind down on it.

Aurora licks into Swiss' mouth with abandon, feeling him sigh contentedly, drunk on her tongue. She waits for him to start losing control of the noises escaping him, for his rolls of hips to become uncoordinated and desperate, for his muscles to start tensing. When he reaches that point, she pulls away, putting three steps between them.

Swiss has to grab the door handle for balance, leaning at least half of his weight on the door, knees too weak to keep him upright. He doesn't whine, not quite, but it's a near thing, his long fangs catching on already abused lips. He's truly a sight like this, disheveled and breathing heavily. But he's still fucking smirking.

"Come on," he groans.

Aurora nonchalently crosses her arms.

"Come on what, Swiss ?"

He has the decence not to roll his eyes, but does let out a petulant huff, smile still pulling at his lips.

"Keep going ?"

It's phrased like a question, despite the glint in Swiss' eyes that tells Aurora he is so sure of the outcome, of her answer. She draws it out by humming as if in thoughts.

"Keep going ? You want me to keep making out with you ? To let you hump my thigh again ? You want me to touch you ? To stroke you real nice ? That what you want, uh ?"

Swiss' hips cant up slightly at the picture she's painting for him.

"Yes. Will you ?"

There's a touch of amusement in his voice, something Aurora guesses comes from his belief that he knows what game they're playing. Oh, she cannot wait to crush that mix of hope and certainty she reads in his eyes.

Just because she can and will be extra cruel, she stalks closer, hooking a finger in Swiss' belt buckle and tugging him closer, until he's forced to stand on his own.

"Mmh, no."

The sheer disblief and bewilderment washing over Swiss' features is so, so worth it.

"What ?"

Gone is the attitude, smirk wiped clean from the multi ghoul's face as well.

"I said no. What, did you think I would ? This isn't about you. Now kneel."

Swiss is so stunned his knees are already half bent by the time he second guesses himself. It only takes a light push to his shoulders for him to go all the way down.

He's very unfairly pretty like this, gazing up at Aurora with still surprise-wide eyes and blown out pupils. She plants a booted foot on his thigh, pleased to feel him wrap his hand around her calf, a mirror of their stage antics.

"Listen to me very carefully, yeah ? You are going to eat me out, and you are going to do it well. And don't even think about touching yourself or I swear I'll make sure you won't cum for weeks. Understood ?"

All Swiss manages is a nod, and, well, that just won't do.

"Words, Swiss, or are you too dumb for that already ?"

"No- I mean yes- understood, yeah."

Admittedly a bit drunk on the power she holds over him, Aurora rewards Swiss with a heavy, borderline painful press of the sole of her boot against his groin, withdrawing her foot before it can become truly pleasurable. Swiss' eyes roll back, hips involuntarily snapping up.

With a condescending laugh, Aurora goes to lay on the bed, leg spread.

"Well ? Come here. No. I said "come here", not "get up", right ?"

Swiss freezes where he was starting to rise, hesitating only for a second before crawling toward Aurora, even politely stopping at the foot of the bed, only hauling himself up on it and between her legs once she patted the mattress invitingly.

"Get me out of my clothes. Be careful, I like them," Aurora orders. There is no way she's letting this heathen rip her favorite top in half, as attractive a display of strenght it is. Thankfully, Swiss follows her comand, discarding her clothes with great care despite his painfully evident impatience.

Once Aurora lays bare under him, Swiss' eyes flick up to her again, waiting for further instructions.

She takes her sweet time, brushing a hand down his chest, stomach, toying with the hem of his shirt.

"Take this off and get to work."

And Swiss does, all fight gone from him. His shirt goes to join Aurora's clothes, Swiss throws her legs on his shoulders and dives in like a beast starved.

Aurora keens immediately. Swiss is good at this, more than good. Running his unaturally long tongue through her folds and fucking it in and out of her, wrapping his lips around her throbbing clit, he does not spare his efforts.

There is no way in hell Aurora could stop herself from reacting, nor would she want to, squirming and moaning freely, mumbling little "that's good" and "yeah like that" as encouragement.

Because that's the thing with Swiss. Hearing his partners respond like this, knowing he's the reason they're writhing under him ? Oh that turns him on so, so much. Aurora can't imagine how much self control it must take him not to lower himself down and rub is probably aching cock against the mattress.

Good.

Swiss doesn't hold back, and neither does she. If she's being honest, Aurora's been keyed up since he asked her to be mean, and it shows with how fast she starts unravelling.

A clever swipe of tongue, and she's done for, crying out as she comes hard enough to see stars.

When Aurora comes back to herself, Swiss is hovering over her, face shiny with her slick but eyes soft. He sets her legs down gently, massaging her hip wordlessly. With a huff, Aurora pulls him down and tucks him against her side, kissing his face while mumbling.

"Good boy, such a good boy, you did so good baby."

Swiss relaxes, only for a second though, because then Aurora cups his still hard cock and squeezes, earning a loud moan.

"That must hurt."

"Yeah," Swiss breathes.

Aurora chuckles, glancing at the drawer she keeps her strap in.

She's not done being mean.

After all, Swiss hasn't begged yet.

[ghoultrifle]

mushy may day nine !!!!

prompt: warming them up

characters: aurora & ifrit

word count: 650

summary: aurora tries her luck with a fire ghoul when the heating goes out

below the cut or on ao3 :))

She stands in the doorway of his room, a blanket roughly wrapped around her midriff, caught in the door as it trails behind her. It’s as if she’s been frozen in both time and temperature given how she just stops once the fire ghoul wakes up, rubbing his bleary eyes.

“R-rory?” Ifrit asks, processing the sudden appearance of the new summon in his bedroom. Why his bedroom? “What’s up, pumpkin?”

Through chattering teeth she manages to mumble out an explanation. “Cold, ‘n heating b-broken in the wing,” she stutters. “Can I…?” Her sentence runs off into nothing, her brain subdued by the cold.

“Oh- uh- yeah of course, let me just put on my dressing gown and I’ll be out of your hair.” He scrambles to get out of bed, not even noticing he’s still wearing his I ♡ MILFs boxers. The ghoulette giggles when he turns around to reveal the text on them, the most coherent noise she’s made since arriving at his door.

“No, silly! I want you in the bed too, how else is it going to keep warm? The heating’s fucked everywhere, even in here.” Ifrit goes to touch the radiator and, sure enough, it’s stone cold, much like the walls throughout the Ministry.

Disrobing once more, a confused look still paints his face, “Why me? What’s that little shit Dew up to now, hmm?”

“Nothing! Just everyone else already went to him so I figured you’d be the less popular choice and you have more surface area,” she says cheekily.

“Oh?! So you’re calling me lonely and fat? How lovely!” He teases, smiling wide, striding towards Aurora to pick up bridal style.

She gasps as Ifrit picks her up, cocooning her in the blanket. “Nuh uh! Jus’ saying Dewdrop’s overrated and you’re built like a dorito.” He carries her the short distance to the bed, it’s entirely unnecessary but they both revel in the faux act of chivalry on Ifrit’s part. He knows damn well Aurora is a princess and will treat her like one even if it’s through the lens of a goofy idiot.

The mattress wobbles as Ifrit ungracefully dumps the ghoulette onto his bed. Aurora inspects the plush navy sheets before plumping the accompanying pillows and dragging her finger along the headboard to inspect for dust. “Hmm seems to be up to standard Mr Fritter,” she says sternly, though Ifrit can see the smile building up and threatening to break her character. “I can confirm I will be gracing your bed with my presence today. Thank you for your application to Rory Bed Hog Limited and welcome aboard!” With that, she flops down, pulling the duvet right up to her ears, the blanket she arrived in abandoned.

“Why thank you Ms Rora, we here at Fire Ghoul Incorporated do hope you enjoy your stay. Please let us know of any requirements you may have to make your visit as smooth as possible.”

The ghoulette attempts a reply but they both burst out laughing before she can; her hearty chuckles jostling the bed. Both ghouls take a moment to collect themselves, taking deep breaths and averting their eyes from each other’s gaze because they know the second they look up they’ll crack up again. With one final grounding breath Aurora asks, extending her hand to the fire ghoul, “Join me?”

“My pleasure,” Ifrit replies, enveloping her hand with his and jumping into the bed with her. He pulls up the duvet and blankets, near covering Aurora’s small frame in them.

The room soon warms up as Ifrit begins to purr, Aurora’s hand in his. With the two of them cosy as can be, it’s no time at all before they’re both back asleep, the worries of the day faded as they just exist with each other. Aurora makes a very sleepy note to come visit the friendly giant more often.

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

Adoration

Pairings: Swiss X Aurora

Type: Smut

Summary: Swiss is infatuated with Aurora, and shows his appreciation.

Warnings: Drinking, cunnilingus, fingering, p in v sex, biting, mentions of blood

Word Count: 2,515

Notes: Read here on ao3. SwissRora got me feeling things. I am absolutely obsessed with them. I think that they are absolutely perfect. A princess and her knight in shining armor. THEY ARE TOO FUCKING IN LOVE.

~

Aurora was gorgeous. A ghoulette who was absolutely dipped in sin from head to toe. Every ghoul adored her, and she absolutely loved having everyone wrapped around her perfectly manicured claws.

Swiss practically worshiped the ground that she walked on. Whatever she wanted, she got. He followed her around like a lovesick puppy, obeying her every command. Swiss commonly surprised her with gifts and cute things, and with each one, Aurora’s grin somehow managed to grow wider. They loved each other to bits, and nothing was going to stop that.

Swiss was standing outside of Aurora’s door wearing a silk, maroon button down with the top few buttons undone to show off his chest and a necklace with a ruby dangling from it, black slacks, and his nicest dress shoes. He knocked on the door with one hand. The other held a bouquet of black roses that he knew Aurora would adore. He always had a bouquet for her whenever they went on a date that typically matched their outfits – just for that extra level of adoration. He always gave her something fresh when the old set began to wilt.

Aurora opened the door and her beautiful red lips turned up as she fixed one of her earrings. “Are those for me?” She asked, batting her eyelashes.

Swiss took in the sight of her, not even recognizing the fact that a question was spoken. She was wearing a breathtaking, skin-tight, deep red dress with a high slit. His eyes trailed down her body to see the thigh-high stockings connected to a specific set of garters that had Swiss’ cock twitch with interest.

He sucked in a breath. “You’re going to be the death of me, doll,” he grinned, taking her chin in his free hand.

“At least you’ll die happy,” she teased. He let out a low chuckle, then bent down to kiss her. She pushed him back, laughing as he pouted. “Uh uh, you have to wait until after dinner. It took me far too long to get my lips right for you to mess it up,” she teased

Swiss let out a huff, but didn’t push it. Aurora opened the door, motioning for him to come in. As he did, he went to the vase, taking out the old, once vibrant, purple flowers, replacing them with the roses. “You look gorgeous, Rora,” he said, walking back over to her and pulling her toward him by the waist.

She smiled up at him, her eyes shimmering as she looped fingers into his belt loop. “Are you going to even make it through dinner?” She asked as she noticed his hard on.

“Don’t pull my chain. I saw those garters, pretty girl. You’re just trying to tempt me.”

“And it’s working,” she smirked, tracing the outline of his cock with a freshly manicured nail (that Swiss paid for, of course).

“When is it not?”

“You’re too easy.” Aurora brought her hand up to Swiss’ arm, toying with the sleeve he rolled up. Swiss took her hand, then kissed it. She giggled at the way his stubble tickled the soft skin, and he smiled. He could listen to her laugh all day.

“Are you ready to go, your highness?”

“Let me get my purse and my shoes on, then I will be,” she confirmed, quickly dropping his hand as she scrambled to find her purse. He watched her scour the room, then took a look at her dresser. The dainty black purse was sitting just right there, yet she was digging through her closet. He picked it up, then held it as he waited for her to notice.

She returned with her shoes and a pout, but her eyes lit up when she saw the purse. She went to grab it, but Swiss simply lifted it above his head. “Nope. I want a kiss first.”

“You’ll smear my lipstick,” she countered, crossing her arms.

“Just a peck on the cheek, then you’ll get the purse back.”

“But then you’ll have lipstick on your face.”

“Come on. One kiss, and you’ll get it back. You know I love wearing your marks,” Swiss grinned at the attempted innuendo.

Aurora rolled her eyes, grabbed his shoulders, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, leaving a red stain on his face.

“Good girl,” Swiss said as he gave her the purse. He took her shoes and knelt in front of her, holding it out. She rested her hand on his shoulder, letting him bear her weight as she slipped on the glossy black stilleto. He hooked one hand under her thigh and pressed a kiss to her knee as he looked at her with all the adoration in the world, repeating the process as she slipped on the other shoe.

As Swiss stood up, holding his arm out for Aurora. “Ready now, princess?”

“Indeed I am,” she says, linking her arm in his.

They make it to the restaurant, and it is nice. It’s quite possibly the fanciest restaurant that he has ever seen. Only the best for his Aurora.

“You continue to amaze me,” Aurora hummed, taking in the scene. She squeezed herself closer to him, wrapping his arm around her waist. “It’s perfect.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he responds, kissing the top of her head.

A host takes the name of their reservation, then leads them to their seats. There’s already a bottle of the nicest wine in an ice bucket when they get to their table. Swiss pulls out Aurora’s chair, then pushes it in for her.

He sits across from her, and the host pours them each a glass of wine. He leaves, telling them that their server will be with them shortly, and they both take their time looking over the expansive menu.

Aurora scoots her chair closer to the table as their server comes around to take their order. As Swiss begins to speak, Aurora slides her leg up his, rubbing the toe of her heel in his inner thigh as she sips her wine, acting as if nothing was happening.

Swiss goes red and takes a second to clear his throat and adjust himself. Aurora pulls her foot away as she gives the server her order with such an innocent smile, and Swiss can’t help but melt.

Once the server leaves, Aurora looks towards Swiss, raising her eyebrows as she takes another sip of wine. “What was that?” He asked, giving her an amused smirk.

“Just a little taste of what’s for dessert,” Aurora giggled.

Swiss laughed, then took a piece of bread sitting in the basket on the table. “Little minx,” he teased to which Aurora responds with a wink.

—

Dinner was incredible, even with Aurora’s consistent teasing. Especially with Aurora’s teasing.

By the time they made it back to the Ministry, they were both tipsy, dropping their glamours the second they walked through the door.

Swiss insisted that they go back to his room, and Aurora gasped at the scene. Candles were placed on as many surfaces as possible and the lights were dimmed. There was music playing faintly somewhere in the room, and black rose petals lining the floor in a path to the bed, along with some scattered on the bed itself.

“Did you do this for me?” Aurora asked, turning to look at Swiss with an awestruck expression. He gives a silent thanks to Mountain and Cumulus for setting this up for him while he was out.

He cupped her face in his hand, stroking her cheek and staring into her eyes. “Of course, my love. I would do anything for you,” he smiled.

She smiled in return, then tugged the chain of his necklace to pull him into a kiss. He chuckled at her eagerness, despite her earlier protests in regards to messing up her lipstick. He wrapped his arms around her and pushed her toward the bed so that she was sitting on the edge of it.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he knelt between her legs. He kept eye contact with her as he pulled off one shoe, kissing from her ankle to the hem of her dress before switching to remove the other shoe and repeating the process.

“Swiss…” Aurora gasped as Swiss pulled her thighs apart, kissing the top of her stockings. He unclips the garters, then slowly pulls the stocking down her leg. He’s worshiping her. He’s taking his time, and showing his appreciation for the fact that she’s allowing him to see her in this way.

He unclips the other side of the garter, stripping her leg of that stocking, then stands up. He towers over her, but there’s no air of dominance to him. This isn’t about him. It’s about her. She stares up at him, then pulls his belt off, untucking his shirt. He peels it off immediately, throwing it somewhere in the room. He takes her hands in his, then stands her up and switches spots with her. 

He grabs hold of her hip with one hand, then uses the other to start unzipping her dress. He kisses along her shoulder blades as he pushes the straps down, letting the dress fall. She turns around, wearing a black lace set. The one that makes Swiss’ mind go blank. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he growls as she straddles him.

“I know,” she smirks, leaning down to bite at his neck as she begins to grind her slick cunt against him.

“Shit, baby…already making a mess of me,” he moans as she bites his neck hard enough to bruise. His neck is covered in kiss marks from her lipstick, along with bruises that were already beginning to form.

Swiss groans as her fangs sink into his neck. She laps up the blood, and he easily, yet gently, flips her over, her head resting between his arms as he captures her in a passionate kiss. His tongue intertwines with hers easily. Their mouths slotted together in a perfect fit as he slides one of his hands up her waist. He pulls her up just long enough to be able to unclasp her bra.

He pulls it off with ease and watches as she bites her lip at the feeling of the cool air against her bare skin. Swiss immediately attaches his mouth to one of her nipples, pinching at the other and smirking as her back bows off the bed.

“Swiss, please…need you,” she moans, rocking her hips against him in search of friction.

“Whatever you want, princess,” he hums, sliding off of her.

He quickly takes off his shoes, then both his pants and boxers in one fell swoop, then climbs back over her. He takes hold of her garters and panties, gently pulling them down, exposing her beauty in its entirety. He kisses in a line down her stomach until he reaches her clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves, and listening to each pretty moan that spills from her lips.

Aurora’s legs are hooked over his shoulders as he buries his face into her folds, tongue teasing her entrance. She grabs one of his horns, tugging him further in, and he moans as she grinds her cunt against his face.

He’s absolutely intoxicated by her. Her taste…her smell…her sounds…everything. He moans against her, pushing two fingers past her entrance and curling them upward. She lets out a high-pitch moan as he pets at her walls, tightening her grip on his horns. He lets her push and pull against him and take what she wants.

This isn’t about him.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” she chants. He picks up his pace, licking and sucking her clit like a man starved.

She shouts and arches her back as she cums. Swiss moans as a gush of wetness hits his tongue, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

He lets her come down from her high before he slips back on top of her, kissing up her neck until reaching her mouth. She moans at the taste of herself on his lips, and he grinds his painfully hard cock against her.

“Please, princess…I need to feel you,” he groans, slotting her cock against her hip.

She nods. “Need it. Please, I need your cock in me.”

He’s quick to line his thick cock up with her entrance, both of them moaning in sync as he pushes into her wet heat. She wraps one leg around his hip, pulling him as close as possible.

He thrusts into her and buries his face in her neck, kissing, not biting. He doesn’t want to mark her. He doesn’t want to taint her delicate skin. “Lucifer, you’re so tight. So good for me. So fucking good for me,” he moans against her neck.

He pushes his hips against her, the sounds of their skin slapping together overtaking the volume of the music.

“Swiss, make me cum. Make me cum again,” she commands, digging her heel into the meat of his ass.

He obeys, bringing one hand to rub at her clit. She lets out a piercing moan at the contact. He thrusts into her, but his pace isn’t rough. He wants to savor this moment. He wants to savor the feeling of her clenching around him as her thighs begin to shake.

There’s nothing but passion in the air as their bodies connect. Their scents mixing with the smell of sex fills the room. Curses spill from Aurora’s lips, and Swiss wonders how an angel can know such filth. He’s corrupted her, and he fills a sense of pride and possession overtake him, his hips speeding up as he chases his own orgasm.

“Swiss – fuck! Swiss, I’m gonna cum,” she gasps, eyes rolling back into her head.

“Cum for me, princess,” he says, continuing to rub her clit with his thumb. Her body convulses as she clenches around him, cumming with his name on her lips. Swiss wonders how he got so lucky to hear her, touch her, taste her…

He buries his head in her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent as he follows her orgasm, cumming inside of her warmth with a muffled shout.

He takes a moment to breathe and catch up with his brain before pulling out and rolling off her. Once she’s able to, she pulls him into a kiss, then laughs as she takes in the sight of him.

He grins. “What’s so funny?”

“You,” she laughs, scooching closer to wrap herself in his arms. “You’re covered in my lipstick.”

He hums and kisses her forehead. “Bet I look almost as pretty as you do.”

“Of course you do,” she smiles, pressing her head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

They stay like that, wrapped up in each other until Aurora pipes up, pulling back enough to look into his eyes.

“Hey, Swiss?”

“What is it, beautiful?” He asks, his lips curling into a smile.

“I love you,” she whispers.

He pulls her back against his chest. “Oh, Aurora,” he starts, stroking her hair and untangling some of the knots. “I adore you.”

[iamthecomet]

Feast or Famine

Kinktober Day 4 - Temperature Play AND Table Sex.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing(s): Swiss/Aurora, Swiss/Aurora/Aeon/Dewdrop

Featuring: Vaginal sex, anal sex, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, oral sex, blow jobs, temperature play, table sex, double penetration, light choking, multiple orgasms. The boys are so good to Rora. But she's insatiable. Public-sex. Voyeurism (ish). Chaotic ghouls are chaotic.

Word Count: ~2.5k

Swiss lays Aurora out on the dining room table and feasts. They attract an audience.

She maybe should be quieter now. Swiss should encourage it. Should reach up over her body and shove his fingers in her mouth. Give her something to do besides keen. But he doesn’t. He likes to hear her. And maybe it isn’t the most respectful thing to do–right here–out in the open. On the dining room table. But Swiss was hungry, and there’s no better place to eat. He really can’t be fucked to care. 

Not when Aurora’s thighs clamp down around his head again and she shakes, clenching down on her fingers. A hot rush of liquid flooding into his palm as she cums again. Laughing at the come down, panting. Delirious and giddy. 

Her head thumps back against the table. Glasses rattle. 

“Again,” she pants. Tugging on his hair. “More ice.” 

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Tagging @miasmaghoul by request ♡. And as always the prompts are from @kroas-adtam ♡

Aurora’s loud. Unashamed. Swiss likes that about her. Likes the way she doesn’t cover her face, or bite her lip. She just lets the noises fall where they may. Shrill and echoing against the cold stone of the abbey walls, or low and gravely. Doesn’t matter. None of it is for show. Aurora is all in, all the time. 

She’s a ghoulette after his own heart. 

She maybe should be quieter now. Swiss should encourage it. Should reach up over her body and shove his fingers in her mouth. Give her something to do besides keen. But he doesn’t. He likes to hear her. And maybe it isn’t the most respectful thing to do–right here–out in the open. On the dining room table. But Swiss was hungry, and there’s no better place to eat. He really can’t be fucked to care. 

“Again,” she pants. Tugging on his hair. “More ice.” 

Not when Aurora’s thighs clamp down around his head again and she shakes, clenching down on her fingers. A hot rush of liquid flooding into his palm as she cums again. Laughing at the come down, panting. Delirious and giddy. 

Her head thumps back against the table. Glasses rattle. 

Swiss looks up over the line of her body. Her lithe fingers plucking at the barbells in her nipples. Head tipped back throat exposed. Long blonde hair a halo spread out over the tablecloth. 

Satanas, if Mountain could see them now he’d have a conniption. 

She wails. Bowing off the table. Fingers digging hard into his scalp. Her breath hitches. Over sensitive body shuddering in Swiss’s grasp as he sinks cool fingers into her thigh and holds her still. 

Swiss pulls back. Keeps his fingers sheathed deep inside her still trembling cunt. He uses his free hand to grab his glass of ice water. He takes a sip, lets an ice cube fall onto his tongue, and then he descends again. 

Pressing the edge of that cube directly over the swollen ridge of Aurora’s clit. 

“Mountain was worried someone was hurt–I bet him five bucks it was exactly this.” Aeon this time. Swiss watches his fingers slide over Aurora’s hip. He can’t see the small ghoul, his frame blocked by the thigh Aurora has slung over his shoulder.  But he’s close, just off to the right. He ruffles Swiss’ hair with a free hand before letting it come to rest on Aurora’s thigh, squeezing, fingers dimpling into soft flesh. 

Swiss doesn’t hear anyone come into the room. But he sees the shadows move across the floor, watches Aurora raise the hand from her nipple to give a two-fingered wave to their visitors. Feigning unbothered despite Swiss’ fingers buried in her cunt, and his lips wrapped around her clit. 

“Seven hells, Rora, can hear you in the fucking greenhouse.” That’s Dew. Swiss can see him now, coming to stand at the head of the table, stroking his fingers over Aurora’s sweaty brow. Smiling fondly down at her, hunger creasing his features. 

“Table included?” Aurora asks. Swiss sucks harder on her clit, the words tip into a fresh keen. Dew chuckles from above her. Slipping his fingers into her mouth to muffle the sound. Swiss misses it immediately, but watching Dew fuck his fingers into her mouth more than makes up for it. 

“Table included,” Aeon agrees. “I know you.” 

Aurora hums. Aeon drags his fingers up over her ribs and cups one of her little tits. Thumbing over a swollen, puffy nipple. 

Swiss watches. Unable to pull his eyes away from the lean line of Aurora’s body. Skin pulled taut over her stomach as she arches into everyone’s touch. The long line of her throat exposed as she tips her head back to look at Dew looming above her. 

Swiss laps at the underside of her clit. Sucks her lips into his mouth, the ice is long gone. Melted from the heat of his mouth–of her cunt. She’s soaked, slick drooling onto the tablecloth. The room fills with wet sounds as Swiss fingers her, and she sucks hard on Dew’s fingers. 

Aeon tweaks one of her nipples cruelly and she bucks. Arches toward him, body twisting. She chokes on Dew’s fingers, and Swiss thinks he could die here and be happy. Suffocated between her thighs while he watches Dew and Aeon be mean to Aurora just like she likes best. 

Swiss thinks to tell them about the ice. More ammunition to get her going. But his mouth is full and Aurora’s iron grip on the back of his head isn’t letting up any time soon. But it doesn’t take long for Aeon to notice the glass. To dip his fingers in a pull out a shard of ice to run over Aurora’s abused nipples. To take his other hand, and drag a cube down over the center of her stomach, over her belly button. Swiss dips a little lower, pulls his fingers from the hot clutch of her cunt and replaces them with his tongue. Delving deep as Aeon circles her clit with an ice cube trapped beneath deft fingers. 

“Pretty,” Aeon murmurs, just as Swiss slides his slick fingers lower, to press between her cheeks. To circle the tight ring of muscle there, to dip just the tip of his index finger in. Aurora whines, muffled by Dew’s fingers in her throat, but there’s no denying the way she rocks down on Swiss’ fingers, tries to take more of them. 

“Greedy,” Dew admonishes. 

Aurora’s hips roll on their own accord. Humping against Aeon’s fingers, grinding down on Swiss’ tongue. On his fingers, still working slowly inside of her. Swiss slips them into the third knuckle, scissors them open, and grins against her when she hisses at the stretch. 

“Swiss being good to you, princess?” Dew asks, still fucking his fingers in and out of her mouth. No doubt petting them against her tongue, pressing them back until she coughs around them. With his other hand he’s palming himself. Squeezing at his zipper. Holding her gaze as he does.

Aurora makes that same noise again, agreement, a plea. 

Aurora makes a muffled noise of affirmation and nods for him. 

“He getting you ready for us?” Aeon asks. He bends to kiss her knee, and Swiss sees his face for the first time since he got here. His pupils blown wide, nearly drowning the color in his mismatched eyes. Swiss looks up at him, feels his own chest constrict with the hunger painted all over Aeon’s face. 

“She’s close,” Dew says, eyes tracking over the shake in her thighs. The constriction of her muscles. The little uncoordinated rolls of her hips as she chases her orgasm. “Aren’t you, Rora?” 

He pulls his fingers from her mouth and the noise Aurora makes echoes through the room. A wail, as Aeon’s fingers dance over her clit, ice melting, dripping onto Swiss’ tongue where he fucks it into her.  Aurora cums with a cry. Clamping down on Swiss’ tongue, his fingers. Digging her nails into his scalp to hold him close while Aeon works his fingers over her–gentles her through it until she sags back against the table. Boneless and fucked out. Fingers scratching lightly over Swiss’ scalp. 

Aeon bats her hand away, replaces it with his own and pulls Swiss up until he’s high enough that they can kiss. Aeon licks into his mouth, filthy and desperate. Licking the taste of Aurora from Swiss’ mouth as Swiss presses his fingers deeper into her. 

She shakes her head. “Switch with me.” 

Aurora shoves them apart when she comes back to herself, one hand on each of their chests.  She sits up, cheeks flushed, temples sweaty. Swiss looks up at her, watches as Dew drags the hair plastered to her cheek away, tucks it behind her ear. 

“You done, pretty girl?”  Swiss asks, running a soothing hand over her thigh, gentle, as he eases his fingers out of her. 

It takes Swiss a second to figure out what she means–he’ll blame it on the ache in his groin. No blood left anywhere near his head. But he gets it eventually, and they all shuffle. Swiss coming to lay on his back on the table. Aurora perched on his lap. Rolling her hips over his clothed cock as Swiss fumbles with the zipper and Dew laughs at him from somewhere to the left. 

Aeon’s up on the table with them as soon as Swiss manages to free himself. Aching, impossibly hard. Aurora grins at him when she rolls the ridge of her clit over the head of his cock and his eyes roll back in his head. 

Swiss questions the integrity of the table as Aeon molds himself against Aurora’s back. Shoving his pants down to his thighs to rut against the cleft of her ass. 

Swiss taps his fingers on Aurora’s thighs to get her attention. She looks down at him, leans forward until they’re chest to chest. Lips and foreheads almost touching. Her eyes wild and bright. 

“You sure you’re good, Rora?” Swiss whispers into their shared space. Just the two of them despite Aeon’s fingers digging into her hips and the rasp of Dew’s zipper. 

She nods, kissing the corner of his mouth. “I’m so good. Better than good. You going to be able to last for me?” 

Swiss shakes his head. Honest. She’s so wet and warm. He isn’t even inside yet and he already knows it’ll probably be over in a matter of moments. He can’t bring himself to lie to her–but he isn’t above begging. 

“You better make it good–you better last.” 

“Let me in anyway. Please. ” 

Aurora kisses him again, slow and syrupy. 

That’s all it takes. Aurora shifts, shoves back against Aeon who lets her up. And then she’s shifting. Grabbing Swiss’ cock and dropping down onto it in one smooth motion that has Swiss digging his fingers into her thighs and groaning. Fangs digging hard into his lip as she starts to ride. To grind. Dragging her swollen clit over his pubic bone with each pass. 

“He’ll do better than Dew, at least,” Aeon supplies, bending down to drag his teeth over Aurora’s ear, sharing breath with her and Swiss, eyes darting up to look at Dew somewhere off to the side of the room. No doubt cock in hand. “Looks like he’s about to cum just from watching.” \

“Fuck you,” Dew spits, breathless already, very little venom in it. “Can’t get off anyway, you’re not doing anything.” 

“That better, droplet ?” Aurora sneers, voice level. How she does it, Swiss doesn’t know. He feels like he’s about dissolve. 

Swiss’ eyes flutter closed. He can’t take it. The heat, the clench. Pleasure burns hot at the base of his spine, spreads. His toes curl. He floats with it. Digs his fingers into Aurora’s thighs and begs Satan for the strength to hold out long enough for her. 

“Shove up,” Dew orders. He’s at the head of the table, demanding, as always. And Swiss could tell him to fuck off but he wants the same thing Dew does. A distraction. He pushes up higher on the table, moving all three of them with one easy shove. Swiss tips his head back so it hangs over the edge of the table. Dew cradles it with one hand and feeds Swiss his cock with the other. Easing in until Swiss coughs. Then setting a lazy pace, fucking into Swiss’ throat. Holding him in place with one hand on the back of his skull and the other curled around his throat. Swiss closes his eyes again. Tries to focus on the way Dew’s cock bumps at his tonsils and not how Aurora clenches down around him with every roll of her hips. 

Swiss can’t see Aeon or Aurora anymore. But he can feel both of them. Aeon’s hand coming down to roll Swiss’ balls in his palm. The other working between Aurora’s thighs to strum at her clit again. More ice pinned beneath his fingers. Dripping down to slide around the place where he and Aurora are joined.

When Aeon whispers, Swiss swears he can feel the words in his bones. “When he cums, it’s my turn.” 

“Fuck that,” Aurora says. “Give me both. I can take it.” 

Swiss whines around Dew’s cock. It doesn’t matter that Aurora can take it–he can’t. He’ll blow as soon as Aeon pushes in–he knows it. But he can’t say those words with Dew’s dick down his throat. Spilling a steady stream of salty-pre onto his tongue. 

The second Dew loosens his fingers it’s over. Orgasm roaring up to greet him. He digs his nails into Auroa’s thighs, sure to leave bruises.  Dew’s right behind him. Pulling out to cum on Swiss’ chest and throat. 

He can’t do anything as Aeon spreads Aurora’s ass cheeks and pushes the blunt head of his cock past that tight ring of muscle except keen. Eyes rolling back in his head at the pressure, the sudden constriction of her cunt. The way he feels the head of Aeon’s cock bump against his through Aurora’s walls. She keens. 

Tears prick at Swiss’ eyes. He opens them, looking up at Dew, looming above him, cheeks pink as he fucks Swiss’ throat. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” Dew chides, fingers tightening on Swiss’ throat until his vision swims. That doesn’t help. It makes it so much worse. 

He can’t stop it, not against all three of them working against him. Between the rhythmic clench of Aurora’s cunt as she gets close, and Aeon’s harsh opposing thrusts. Swiss is a goner. 

Aurora doesn’t stop moving, grinding down on Aeon’s fingers. Clenching on Swiss’ oversensitive cock until he’s whining and twitching. Dew’s fingers drag through the mess on his chest, circle a nipple. Swiss can’t even come down from his orgasm. His world is pleasure pain, he wants it to be over–he never wants it to end. 

Aurora cums next, wailing, leaning back against Aeon as he works her through it. Then falling forward, face pressed to Swiss’ chest. Tongue darting out to clean Dew’s spend off of his pecs as Aeon roars to completion behind her. 

They all breathe for a moment, tangled in each other. Hands everywhere. Swiss pinned beneath Aurora and Aeon as they both come back. 

Dew sinks into one of the chairs, scrubbing his hand over his face. 

“Switch it up and go again?” Aurora asks, breath hot over Swiss’ chest. 

Aurora looks over her shoulder, grinning wide at him. “The more the merrier.” 

Swiss strokes his hand over her hair, as Aeon groans and Dew chuckles. “Anything you want, princess.” 

“Maybe we should change locales?” Aeon asks, peeling himself away from Aurora’s back. “Or are you hoping someone will walk in again?” 

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Bonded Together. Ch 1: New Ghouls

Parring: Phantom and Aurora (platonic)

content: sad ghouls, slight mention of nudity (rora's breast and nipples mentioned), panic attack, and fighting. think thats it

word count: 3,317

Summary: When copia tried summoning a new ghoul to replace aether, he accidently summoned two new ghouls instead of one. the two new ghouls have a relationship unlike any other ghoul. one could say they share the same soul. but what will happen when one ghoul is put into the band and the other must hang out around the ministry?

Chapter 1. New Ghouls 

Having a Multi Ghoul get summoned is a rare occurrence. You cannot choose to summon them like you would any other ghouls. Multi Ghouls get summoned along with other element ghouls. And because of this they get bonded with their summon mate. This bond is something unlike any other. It is a bond that goes unbroken. It is stronger than a bond between parent and child, friends, and sibling. A type of bond that can only be described by two ghouls with the same soul. Multi Ghouls are like little surprises when they emerge from the summoning circle with the other ghoul. And that is what Aurora was, a surprise.   

Among the mess of quintessence energy spilling from the circle on the floor, a mixture of air and water flows as well. The ghouls around the circle look on in awe at the new summons slowly forming. From the black goop that appears on the circle, form two brand new ghouls. One is a quintessence ghoul with a frail ashy gray body, pale lavender eyes and deep purple hair with streaks of white. The other a tiny ghoulette with blush pink skin, long blonde hair, and tiny little horns. The two newly summoned ghouls slowly start to stand, grasping firmly to each other’s hand.  

Copia was not expecting two new ghouls. He did not need two new ghouls. He only needed a replacement for Aether, another quintessence ghoul. He had no use for the new multi ghoulette that stood before him.  

The bigger ghouls holds a protective grip on the smaller ghoulette’s hand. Pale lavender eyes roam the unfamiliar faces before him. A low growl starts up in his throat. It rattles around in the almost empty room. His only wish in that moment is to protect his summon mate from the unfamiliar people in front of them. For all he knows is that they could be enemies. Wished nothing else but to rip into them and eat them for dinner. 

“What do we do, Copia?” Mountain asks his Papa. Copia takes slow strides towards the new ghouls. Wishing not to startle them even more. 

“Miei cari, what are your names?” Copia asks timidly. He looks over to the ghoulette behind the protective ghoul. Her face carries nothing but fear. Fear from the pit. Fear from the unfamiliar faces in front of her. Fear from the unfamiliar environment she was thrust into. But she holds onto the ghoul like a lifeboat. Like if she lets go, she will get caught in the current and surely drown. 

Finally, after what like an eternity, she speaks.  

“A-Aurora...,” she all but whispers. “My name is Aurora.” Her grip loosens on the ghoul, but her hold is still strong.  

“It is lovely to meet you, Aurora.” Copia replies warmly, a smile gracing his face. He turns to the ghoul in front of her. Waiting for his name. 

“Phantom…” He finally speaks. His features slowly relax. But his protective stance standing mighty.  

“We are so happy to have two new ghouls with us,” Copia says and gestures to his group of ghouls behind him. “My ghouls will show you two around and give you a warm welcome. Aurora, Cirrus, Cumulus and Sunshine will show you around the ghoulette den. And Phantom, Aether will show you around the practice room and get you started on your guitar lessons.” 

Copia bids his ghouls a gentle farewell and opens the large heavy doors for the summoning room and closes it behind him with a low bang. Once the heavy doors close, Cumulus takes the initiative and slowly walks towards the two bare ghouls in front of her. Phantom notices Cumulus getting closer to them and the low growl in his throat picks up again. This time louder and more threatening. Claws retracting from his hands, and he when he hisses his long thin fangs on full display. His eyes grow dark, with a mixture of fear and rage, and this hair on his body sticks up in defense.  

Aurora reaches her hand out and gently caresses the back of Phantom’s head, trying to calm him down. “Phantom, I don’t think they are trying to hurt us,” Aurora says calmly in Phantom’s ear. “Please let them help us.” The hair on the little quintessence ghoul starts to settle down and his fangs retract back into his fingers. The anger in Phantom’s little body slowly dissipating and fear is the only thing that remains.  

Phantom looks over at Cumulus and sees nothing but friendliness and warmth in her gorgeous sky-blue eyes. When she reaches out to the two ghouls again, he lets her. No growling. No fangs. No nothing. He lets her. All she wants to do is help the two poor ghouls before her. She pulls the ghouls into a warm welcoming embrace. A scene of hyacinths and fresh morning air washes over Phantom and Aurora as they melt into the embrace. When Phantom was about to return the embrace, Cumulus pulls away from them and wraps the ghouls in velvet blankets. 

“Aurora, Cirrus, Sunny, and I will bring you to our side of the ghoul den. And Phantom, Aether and the boys will show you around their side of the den and then around the practice room,” Cumulus says as she wraps the blankets around their bare bodies, protecting their bodies from hungry eyes. “After we will meet up together as a group again and have dinner. Does that sound all right to the two of you?” 

Phantom and Aurora look at each other for a split second, then turn back to Cumulus and nod. Aurora with a small smile on her face. Phantom with apprehensive look on his face. Sunshine quickly grabs Aurora’s arm and practically drags her in the direction of the ghoul den, with Cirrus and Cumulus following shortly behind. Phantom beginnings to walk towards the door, trying to follow his summon mate. Only to be stopped by a big hand that lands on his hand with enough force to hurt his shoulder.  

He winces in pain at the contact, then turns his head to see who the hand belongs to. When he turns his head, he is greeted with a warm, wide tooth smile.  

“Where do you think you're going, Batty?” Swiss says smiling down at the young ghoul. Phantom turns his head towards the door and opens his mouth to answer, but his cut off by Swiss and Aether pushing him out the door. “We’re taking you to get some clothes first, then we’ll start our little tour.” 

After a short walk through the old hallow halls of the Ministry, Aurora is met with a big iron door at the end of a very dark corridor, only lit with a few torches that rest on the walls. Cirrus pries the hefty door open, and on the other side Aurora is greeted with a disgusted stench which made her automatically cringe in disgust. Once she entered the den, Aurora gazed upon the sight before her. Littered around the den were articles of clothing, garbage, towels, and weird stains almost on every surface she saw. 

“Is this where you sleep?” Aurora asks as she apprehensively walks round the den, trying not to come into contact with anything. 

“Hell no,” Cirrus proclaims. “This is where the boys sleep, I might kill myself if I were forced to sleep in this filth.” 

“Just over here is our den, where we sleep.” Sunshine says as she walks over to another door on the other side of the room.  

Once Sunshine opens the door, the room behind it is completely different than the one they are currently standing in. The room was basically spotless. Beautiful paintings hang on the pearly white walls. A fresh smell wafts throughout the room as Aurora walks through it. Candles sit on various surfaces in the room. The furniture looked like it had never been sat on or touched. Unlike the furniture in the room next door, which looked like it should have been thrown out years ago. 

“This is our side of the den. We had to pretty much beg Sister Imperator to add an extension to the ghoul den for us because we could not live in that disgusting place anymore,” Cumulus said closing the door behind her, keeping out whatever diseases were in the other room. “She only agreed to it when she saw how disgusting it was and said they’ll get to work on the extension right away.” 

“How do they live like that?” Auroura questioned as she turned to look at the other ghoulettes. 

“Oh, we have no idea,” Sunshine answered. “Here I'll show you your room Rora!” 

Aurora smiles warmly at the new nickname given to her. She follows Sunshine over to one of the four doors that sit in the room. Sunshine opens the door to reveal an almost empty room. The only things in the room were the necessities, a bed, a desk and a nightstand. 

 “It was Mist’s room, but she spends all her time in the pool area, so she has not used this room in months. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you taking it over.” Cirrus walks into the room after Aurora and plops down on to the bed with Cumulus following her lead. 

“Mist?” Aurora asks. “Who’s that? Am I ever going to meet her?” 

“Mist is the first ghoulette that was ever summoned. You might meet her but seeing her outside of the pool area is very rare.” Cumulus replies. Aurora hums in understanding and wonders if she would ever encounter Mist in her time here.  

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Sunshine exlaims standing up from the chair that the desks. “Over here is your bathroom.” Sunshine flies opens the only other door in the room and unveils a room that looks strikingly like the first room. Mess wise. Hair lined the floor. Hair dye, dying one of the two sinks in the room. Bottles spilling out contents on the vanity. 

“Unfortunately, you will have to share a bathroom with the messiest ghoulette. Sunshine.” Cumulus says from her spot on the bed. 

“We try and clean up after her, but she always gets her spaces messy,” Cirrus scoffs. “The only person who was able to get Sunny to clean up after herself was Mist.” 

“HEY!” Sunshine exclaims. “I only cleaned up because she threatened me and threatened to throw out all of my things!” 

“Maybe she should have kept her word on that threat.” Cirrus said, glaring at Sunshine. Sunshine returned Cirrus’ glare with a low growl in her throat, which in turn made Cirrus start a low growl in her throat as well.  

As Aurora watched the scene before her, memories of the pit came flooding back to her. Memories of ghouls fighting one another for territory, for food, even fighting for fun. Whenever Aurora encountered a fight, she would run and hide away. Knowing that she might not survive a fight with her small frame and her lightweight body. Fear started to build up in her small body, as Cirrus and Sunshine kept growling at one another. Aurora tried to sneak out of the room, trying to be as quiet as she could.  

Cumulus noticed Aurora’s frightened expression and spoke up. “Enough you two. You’re scaring her.” Cumulus stood up from her spot of the bed and went over to Aurora and pulled her into a tight, warm hug. “They didn’t mean anything Aurora. We fight sometimes but none of us truly mean anything we say.” 

“Except maybe Dew.” Cirrus pouts. 

“Well, that’s Dew. Here let's get you out of this blanket Aurora and into something more comfortable.” Cumulus burst into Sunshine’s room and starts rummaging around through the drawers of her dresser. “Sunny’s clothes would fit you better than ours, even if they’re a bit big.” 

Cumulus pulls out a frilly pink dress from one of the drawers that is filled only with cargo pants and crop tops. As well as a pair of white fuzzy socks from another drawer just above the first one.  

“Here go and try these on and come back and show us.” Cumulus has Aurora the clothes and shoos her off to go and get changed. Aurora comes back a few minutes later wearing the dress and socks. The dress is long on her, but it flatters her waist and legs. The top, however, is too big on her. The dress shows off the roundness of her breasts and a tiny glimpse of her nibbles. “Hmmm, let me see if we have a hoodie or something to cover up the top.” 

Sunshine pulls out an abandoned hoodie from off the floor and throws it over Aurora’s head, covering her breasts and protecting her from the wandering eyes of the boys or anyone else. “That should be good.” 

A small chime can be heard ringing through the Sunshine’s messy room. Sunshine pulls out her phone that was nestled in her pocket and reads whatever message she just received.  

“Mount says they’re done and so is dinner, so we should start heading to the dining room.” Sunshine says, shoving the phone back into her pocket and exiting through the door and out towards the dining room. Cumulus grabs onto Aurora’s arm and follows swiftly behind Sunshine with Cirrus not too far behind her as well. 

“Who is Mount?” Aurora asks as they pass through the doorway of the big iron door. 

Cumulus giggles and answers her. “Mount is short for Mountain. That’s what we call him, and he was the very tall ghoul in the summoning room. I’m sure you saw him.” 

Aurora gives a nod and a small little ‘ah’. After a few short minutes, they end up in a grand dining hall filled with many tables and chairs, but only the round table in the middle has people sitting at it. Or rather ghouls than people sitting at the table. The same ghouls that we at Aurora’s and Phantom’s summoning. With a quick scan of the group of ghouls, Aurora immediately spots Phantom, sitting at the table, fiddling with the ends of his ruffed shirt. Aurora smiled and instinctively ran over to him and gave him the biggest embrace. The kind you would give a loved one that you had not seen in a long, long time. 

Phantom immediately melted into Aurora’s embrace and returned her hug graciously. Aurora pulled back from the hug and sat down, right next to Phantom and held onto his hand tight and gave it a few squeezes. He smiles up at her with what almost looked like a forced smile. Aurora could tell he didn’t really want to be here. She knew Phantom didn’t like new places. He never took anything new well. He didn’t like change. She hopes with her beginning here with him will ease his to be more comfortable.  

Soon everyone started to take their seats as Mountain brought in the food. The food being a delicious looking steak ribeye. Everyone began eating and chatting and laughing amongst themselves. A few of them asking Phantom and Aurora questions. Aurora answering in great detail. Phantom with only one-word answers. Aurora’s hand never left Phantom’s during dinner. It never left his hand on the walk back to the den. It only left his hand when they had to split up and check out for the night. Phantom tried following Aurora, but the big strong hand and wide toothy smile appeared behind him again, stopping him from following her. 

“Come on, Batty. Your room is over here remember?” Swiss says directing Phantom to his room that he was showed to earlier. 

The room was dark and cold. Phantom hated the cold. He always had ever since he was a pup. He would try and snuggle up to anyone who was around to try and steal some of their warmth. Most of the time he was pushed away, forced to sleep in the cold. But Aurora had always appeared by him to snuggle up with him. Never letting him sleep alone in the cold ever again. Except for tonight. The blankets on his bed were not enough to keep him warm. Every time he tried closing his eyes, he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. He would just toss and turn, trying desperately to fall asleep. He was so tired. He wanted to sleep so badly. But Aurora’s warmth wasn’t there tonight to lull him to sleep like it normally is. 

Hot tears start to well up in his eyes. A sob choking out of his chest. He hated this place. He hated the pits as well, but he would rather be there than here, in this new place. Phantom tried to bury his cries into his pillow, hoping not to disturb anyone or wake anyone up. His tail instinctively started to wrap around his leg, trying to bring him some comfort. 

Light footsteps can be heard outside of Phantom’s door. He tried to choke down his sobs, fearful that he woke someone up and they are coming to yell at him to shut up. The footsteps stop just outside of Phantom’s door, and he feels his throat staring to close and anxiety rising in his body as he starts to hyperventilate quietly. Phantom closes his eyes tight, hoping whoever is outside his door goes away and leaves him alone. 

Phantom’s door is slowly pushed open and closes quietly with a light thud. Phantom closes his eyes even tighter, letting the remaining tears in his eyes spill out and onto his pillow as he starts to hyperventilate faster. 

“Tommy?” A light and familiar voice asks. Phantom turns his head to look at whoever is in his room. His pale lavender eyes are met with the sight of Aurora standing in the middle of the room with unfamiliar pajamas on, that a definitely way too big on her. At the sight of his summon mate and the only person he truly knows here; Phantom starts sobbing again and reaches out for Aurora’s embrace. “Oh, Tommy...” 

Aurora hurries over to Phantom’s bed and embraces him. Wrapping her arms around the frail quintessence ghoul before her, burring her face into the top of his head. Aurora starts running her finger through Phantom’s head as he cries into her chest. She doesn’t speak a word. She just keeps running her nails on his scalp and through his hair. She doesn’t speak until his cries quiet down to nothing about soft little sniffles. 

“I know you don’t like new things, Tommy. And this is a very new thing.” Aurora all up whispers. “But we are out of the pits. We are away from the horrible, horrible place. And that’s something we should be very happy about. I know I’m happy about it.” 

“But this place is way too new. To many new sounds, new smells, new people. It's just too much Rory.” Phantom words are muffed as he speaks into her chest. 

“I know it’s a lot, but you’re here with me and that must matter a bit, right?” Aurora pressed a chaste kiss to Phantom’s forehead as her fingers started running through his hair again. “You know if it gets too overwhelming for you, you can always come to me. I’ll always be here for you Tommy.” 

“I know. And thank you.” Phantom replies looking up at Aurora and smiles up at her meekly. Aurora smiles back down at him, whipping his tear-stained cheeks with the sleeve of Sunshine’s pj shirt.  

Soon enough the two new ghouls fall sleep in each other’s warm embrace. Their tails wrapping around one another in a protective hold. Phantom was finally able to fall asleep in the warm embrace he had always known. And Aurora was able to fall asleep with the ghoul she had always known and always loved.

[ghouleh-ghouleh]

Rite Here Rite Now (2024)

Aurora Ghoulette singing in Kaisarion

[sphylor]

Wahhhh can we erm get Dew/Rora playing games? :3! Like overcooked or smthin silly!!

aaaaa i am so sorry this has been sat in my askbox for so long but here you go anon i hope you're still around to see it

“You need to chop the veg.”

“I'm trying but you need to throw more over here first!”

“I'm trying to wash plates!”

“I need that veg now, Dew!”

“Okay, chef, I'm throwing it over.” Dew laughed and moved the little cat chef he was controlling over to where he needed to pick up the veg Aurora needed. 

What had started out as a fun, fast paced game had quickly turned into the most stressful thing either of them had experienced. And that was coming from two ghouls who used to live in literal hell. The first few levels had been enjoyable. There was pressure to get the orders done on time, of course, but it was manageable and easy. Now? Not so much…

The small ghoulette growled. “Can you go any faster? The customers keep leaving!”

“Yeah you probably keep scaring them away.” Dew muttered with a little smile.

“Excuse me?” Aurora whipped her head from the screen to look at Dew.

Dew continued to play the game. “What?” he asked, unable to stop his mischievous grin from growing.

“Right, that’s it.” Aurora gave no warning before she pounced on Dew. The fire ghoul gave out a little shriek as she collided with him, her bright pink claws digging into his sides. She pushed him back until he was led on the sofa and started to playfully bite at his neck.

“Rory stop!” Dew laughed as he tried pushing the multi ghoulette off of him but she was stronger than she looked and stood her ground. In the background he heard the game over music play and he laughed even more. It turned out to be infectious because soon enough Aurora pulled away and started laughing too, adorable little snorts that made Dew’s laughter turn into wheezes as laughed so hard he struggled for air. 

Once they both recovered from their laughing fits, they settled into their new position on the sofa and got comfy.

“I think that’s enough of that game for the day…” Aurora said sheepishly.

Dew chuckled. “Or maybe the whole year.”

“Wanna just snuggle for the rest of the afternoon?” Aurora led her head against the fire ghoul’s warm chest and breathed in the smell of cinnamon and woodsmoke.

Dew reached down to where he dropped the controller and turned off the console, before pulling Aurora in closer. “I thought you’d never ask.”