#thank you ghoul for this adorable and sweet gift

[aquagirl1978]

Surprise Ghoul'smas gift for @aquagirl1978!!

He might not say it out loud but he's actually really happy you got him these books

[skele-bunny]

"Just the tip?" (CW) Rain/Dewdrop

CW - Somnophilia

Tags: NSFW, trans! Dewdrop, cunt/folds/clit/t-dick used

Characters: Rain, Dewdrop

A gift for @hypnoneghoul after heavily discussing ghoul coochie and dick. We have intelligent conversations, obviously. Short and sweet!

(Divider by @ wrathofrats )

It felt like during the entire show, Dewdrop was teasing Rain. Heavily. Multiple times going up behind the bassist and during rests, bumping his guitar against Rain's ass. Making more obscene gestures, pointing at him. Of course, the crowd adored it. Maybe Rain did too, but he'd never admit it out loud of course. It was during their little 'interaction' had Rain finally felt weak in the knees once his observations were correct. Dew's hand on his throat, helmet pushed so close.

"Gonna ride you until I fuck your brains out, princess."

So, it confused Rain that once they got onto their bus and settled in, why Dewdrop looked so confused while Rain sat expectantly. Waiting. Patient. Rain had started whining, snuggled up against Dew's side, hand resting on his mate's thigh and gripping like he'd slip away any second. Was this part of his tease? Make Rain beg for it?

Dew had simply blinked. "What are you doing, Rainy?"

His tail began to wag at the acknowledgment finally, face lighting up. "I'm waiting! You said... You know... A-And I don't want to rush you or anything!"

"Baby, what are you talking about? Seriously." Dew tilted his head, confusion honestly written over his face.

"What you said to me on stage?" Rain slowly let go, but his hard cock continuing to make itself known as he was pressed against Dew's calf.

It took the fire ghoul a moment to think, clicking his tongue in realization. "Oh, shit— I'm sorry Rain, I was just teasing. Didn't actually mean... You know."

Rain's face turned warm, embarrassed from the misunderstanding and tone. He cleared his throat, crossing his legs on the couch so he wasn't pressed up anymore, hand quickly tucking a strand of hair behind his ear as it got too close to his eye.

"Sorry! Sorry, I must've... Yeah, just didn't think properly."

"Hey, hey... You're alright. I should've thought about what we were doing more clearly when I started talking." Dew's eyes flickered down between Rain's thighs. "I don't mind helping you, still. Kinda' feel bad now."

Shaking his head, "Don't be!" Rain gave a soft smile. "It's alright! Maybe we can just cuddle tonight instead?"

They had agreed on it together, continuing to talk in the back before exhaustion finally settled in— Dew stretching and slowly waddling to his bunk which Rain mimicked. Still, his words echoed through Rain's head, quickly finding himself still chubbed and watching how Dewdrop's back arched while pushing himself up into the bunk. He followed in after, pressing against Dew's back and curling with him, their purrs being shared back and forth. His hips bucked a bit closer, now completely resting on Dew's ass.

"Are you sure you don't want help?" Dew mumbled, readjusting the pillow under his head.

Rain simply nodded, hiding his face against Dew's neck. A low, soft whine left his lips, hand on Dew's hip slowly rubbing in circles before dipping down, fiddling with the fire ghoul's pajama strings.

"Rain—"

"Can I just put it in?" Rain blurted out, fingers curling more down and pawing helplessly at his mate's folds. "Please?"

The lead huffed, tail thumping against Rain's leg, looking over his shoulder some. "Princess, I really don't have the energy for that right now."

"Please?" Rain moved so they could have eye contact. "I-I'll do all the work! Just the tip, I promise! Please?"

The two held eye contact before Dewdrop sighed, nodding and rolling back over. "Alright, just this once. Only because you let me ride you that one time in your sleep!"

"Thank you! Thank you, thank you—"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm still going to bed, though." Dew hummed, feeling Rain press a kiss to his cheek.

Rain pulled his boxers down, settling the band right under his balls, making sure he was comfortable. His hand moved and pulled Dew's pajamas off with his underwear just to his knees, curling himself up so their genitals were lined up. He moved himself to paw at Dew's folds, whining again while his middle finger rubbed at his t-dick. The bud twitched and slowly came to life with accompanying feeling of slick moving sideways, Rain snuggling himself closer and grinding his cock against the feeling.

Staying true to his promise, Rain grabbed himself and watched as he sank into Dew's warm folds, listening to him sigh pleasantly. He stopped moving after his head popped in, snuggling back up with his hand going up Dew's shirt to slowly tweak with his nipple. Rain wasn't big by any means, but still comfortable enough to please his partners for hours on end. He slowly pulled back to hump back in, drooling as Dew's cunt welcome him and folds blossoming around him when he'd start to pull out.

He kept an eye on himself, making sure nothing else pushed past besides his cock head. The fire ghoul kept making little whines or breathy exhales, keeping himself still and holding his pillow as Rain tip-fucked him. Lost in his own pleasure, Rain jumped a bit when the sound of snoring came from his partner. He tilted his head up, giggling under his breath as Dew was drooling on his pillow, cheeks still flushed from the event.

There was a quick adjustment to where Dew was laid more comfortably against Rain's chest, the bassist wiggling some before going back to his humps. His eyes stayed locked onto Dew's sleeping face, cock twitching in response. His hand went down to squeeze his knot, eagerness through each pulse of his palm.

"You're so beautiful," Rain sighed to the sleeping body next to him. "So fucking gorgeous."

His knot was only semi-filled before it popped, Rain grimacing as he bit his lip at the quick release. Dewdrop had made a teasing comment a few weeks ago about how quick Rain came when anything involving sleep was involved—the bassist just rolling his eyes and not believing it. Yet, here it happened. A nerve wracking shiver went up Rain's spine, looking down to see his cum trickling from Dew's folds, his own cock still at full mast.

Grabbing back up to Dew, his hips were pressed down as he started rocking again, a newfound need burning in his core. The rocking motions did nothing but ease Dewdrop into a heavier slumber, lips parted and occasionally a small moan would slip through.

The head of his length stayed pressed into heat before being pulled back, then rammed in once more. Rain could feel his own heart in his throat at this point, hands shaking as the realization of the erotica playing out in front of him—how it controlled him, pressing every happy button in his body. Rain moved his mouth up, licking over his mate's closed gills and eyes rolling back as the taste settled on his taste buds happily.

If he was paying attention, he would've stopped from embarrassment at how quickly he came again. Matter of fact, Rain truly didn't know how many times he did. Just enough that when he woke up, Dew was annoyed at his mattress having a heavy wet spot that couldn't dry even as he held his flame over it. His thighs and cunt coated, completely smelling of Rain and sex.

That, and a quiet plead escaping Rain's mouth at the wondering question of consent to fully fuck Dew in his sleep.

[da-rulah]

Omg I love your writing! Could I request how each of the ghouls would react to an S/O who gets flustered easily? Maybe the s/o is like a sibling of sin?? Idk, whatever you decide :)

Howdy-doody! I'll keep this one gender neutral my dear, but reader is a sibling of sin and in an established relationship with the pairings (all at once or not, that's up to you... 😂)

Gonna stick to the Ghouls today, but if you'd like the Ghoulettes let me know and I'll try and figure something out for them!

NSFW 18+ content so MDNI!

(Thank you to @her-satanic-wiles for helping me out with this one. The brain fog was real, but your help has cleared it!)

Sodo

He's thinks you are adorable.

He likes to mess with you by doing out-of-pocket cute things for you, things no one ever expected Sodo to be the type of partner to do.

He comes home to you with flowers, thoughtful gifts, snacks. He loves to see your cute little reactions to them.

You always get a bit shy about it, even you don't ever expect Sodo to shower you in these little gestures. He always seemed like the grumpy Ghoul, the one who'd hiss at someone for breathing too loud near him.

You were his weakness though, as much as he was yours.

He feels a protectiveness over you that he can't explain, and has since the day he met you.

His favourite thing to fluster you is pulling you into his lap when you're in public or with other people. When his arms wrap around you you usually squeak, and he holds you tightly against him possessively.

And no, it's not his favourite thing to feel you wriggling against him while he holds onto you at all. How dare you suggest such a thing.

Rain

Rain is a soft soul too, and so when you get flustered? He gets flustered.

It doesn't take much to fluster you, but he loves how adorable you are.

Like Sodo, he brings you gifts that soften you up. Your favourite is a teddy bear he bought you with it's own Ghoul mask he'd doused in his cologne for when he was away on tour.

When he'd come home from tour, you'd made the bear it's own little bass guitar - oh, how his heart had swelled at that.

Quite often you'll find yourself in a giggle-off. He usually starts it, making you giggle. But your giggle makes him giggle. And his giggle makes you giggle. And your giggle makes him giggle. And his giggle makes you gigg-

The only way to break out of the loop is to silence you with a kiss - one that'll knock the wind right out of you and have you blushing and clawing at him for more every time.

Mountain

Oh my Lucifer, he likes to tease you.

Mostly teases you because of your size. But it wouldn't matter if you were tall or tiny, you'd still be dwarfed by him and he only does it because it makes you so flushed.

If he teases you around others, it's innocent and playful. A poke to your ribs during Mass or a light shove into a bush as you walk down the sidewalk. Sure, it flusters you, but he thinks it's hilarious watching you compose yourself.

Most of the teasing happens behind closed doors, because he can really go for it then. He knows how much he can get away with in public before you get too flustered and it does more harm than good, but at home? He can wind you up as much as he likes.

He likes the little tantrums he can induce by teasing you - it gives him an excuse to coddle you and be sickeningly sweet to win you back over. Not that it ever takes much...

The worst case scenario is he has to go the extra mile to win you back over, but... that's not really a worst case scenario for either of you. He loves to please...

Swiss

Total shitbag.

This man thrives on flustering you in public. Anything he can do, usually of a sexual nature too.

You'd taken him shopping one time and he'd very loudly asked for your opinion on a lace babydoll and asked if you'd like to see him in it. He'd revelled in the blush on your cheeks all day long.

He pays attention to details that fluster you, like when he rolls his shirt sleeves up as he plays guitar, or when he boops you on the nose with a wink in front of other people.

The worst thing he ever did was embarrass you in front of Papa, when he'd very loudly told you he would see you after band practise was over and he would 'bring the whipped cream this time'.

Phantom

Also a shitbag. But he's sneakier about it.

This fucker looks through your tiktok fyp, your search histories, your conversations with your best friends to find out what makes you tick.

The worst had been when he'd seen you liking videos of men in corset waistcoats. He'd gone out and bought one, wearing it under his jacket to dinner with you and your friends.

He'd basked in the glory of flustering you - and your friends who you'd talked about the videos with - when he took his jacket off at the table.

He'd also found out about your involvement in booktok and the exact romance novels you had read from your storygraph profile and began roleplaying the scenes to rile you up.

The first time he'd pushed you up against a wall, you'd squeaked and cowered under him. He loved that. Now, he'd do anything to hear that squeak again.

He finds it hilarious, and it usually ends in a long night for the both of you culminating in absolute bliss and loving embraces.

[thehypnone]

Cosmic Love

WC: 1,3k

Relationship: Swiss & Mountain

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Song Fic, Really Deep Love, Poetic Fic (I hope at least because that was the plan)

“You’re everything, sweetheart,” Swiss says and even though Mountain is asleep, the corners of his lips curl upwards slightly. “You’re everything, darling,” Mountain says and even though Swiss is already grinning, his smile seems to grow and brighten.

Notes: This is kinda special, I took this and made it bigger and better and deeper. Also this is dedicated to @arkeusruin because you don't even know how important your words on friday were. Thank you, you're awesome <3

Read under the cut or on AO3.

To Swiss, Mountain is the prettiest creature that has ever been called up from the Pit. A deity, truly. 

“You are so beautiful it's hard to believe you’re real sometimes, my love,” Swiss whispers to him, laying on his side and watching, adoring, loving. “Especially in moments like these.”

He is sprawled out in their nest, wrapped in soft sage sheets and bathed in sunlight coming in from the window. His hair is down, the loose amber strands spilling down his shoulder and chest in a way that looks as if Lucifer himself had gently laid each individual silky wave in this perfect composition.

His face is fully relaxed, a thing so rare Swiss' heart hurts whenever he is rewarded with getting to see Mountain like this. His eyelashes kiss his pink-tinged and freckle-adorned cheeks and his plush lips are slightly parted. The multi ghoul could swear it is an invitation to slot his own against them.

His whole lean body lies limply, but not disorderly—long limbs arranged in a careful, yet unconscious, way. It is just asking to be painted, to be preserved. Such beauty can not be wasted.

Swiss would, if he only had the skill. He would never dare to try, would not risk the desecration of portraying Mountain as less than he really is.

“You’re everything, sweetheart,” the multi ghoul says and even though Mountain is asleep, the corners of his lips curl upwards slightly. Knowing, understanding.

Mountain is to be worshiped and that is something Swiss can do. That is something he does, and will never stop. In any way he would desire, Swiss will worship him. Will pray to him for the gift of it.

He smiles softly and sighs. Words come to his mind and while there is not enough in any language known to man or demon to describe the love he has for Mountain, there is one thing that feels close.

And so Swiss starts to sing quietly.

I'd rather take my whiskey neat

My coffee black and my bed at three

You're too sweet for me

You're too sweet for me

He will sing more and he will wish he had more to give, but for now, Mountain sleeps.

And Swiss watches.

Swiss could cry with love when Mountain wakes. He stretches, as if showing off his perfect body first thing in the morning, and there is a deep rumble coming from within him. Content to be waking, ready to face another day with his mate by his side.

The multi ghoul ends the feast for his eyes and moves closer, truly gluing himself to Mountain’s side. He breathes in his scent—the smell of the first days of summer—and a pleased trill leaves his lips, “Good morning, my love.”

The earth ghoul does not reply, only his purring increases in volume. Swiss understands.

He wraps his hands around Mountain and squeezes him as if he could pull him into his own body and keep him there, safe and sound.

“Wanna stay in here for a bit longer?” Swiss asks and his mate nods gently, rubbing his face against the multi ghoul’s chest. He smiles and settles, letting his eyes slip shut again.

It is soft and warm and just perfect and it is one of those moments that the both of them wish could last forever. Mountain stays awake. It is most likely Swiss who dozes off again, but his mate does not mind.

The silence is comfortable around them and the earth ghoul does not feel the need to fill it. When he starts to sing, it is an expression.

I will leave you notes

Under your door

Under the singing moon

Near the place where your feet pass

Hidden in the holes of wintertime

And when you're alone for a moment...

Kiss me

Whenever you want

Mountain could cry with love as he watches Swiss cook. It is nearly like a dance, the way he moves along the counter, grabbing this and that to make a delicious meal for his mate and the rest of their pack. He is purring—most likely unconsciously—content to pour his feelings out into something physical, something to share.

The earth ghoul sits on the edge of the counter as he sips his tea, feasting his eyes on his mate over the rim of his mug. He chirps when Swiss moves closer to him and steps between his legs to press a kiss to his freckled nose. “What’s that for, my heart?”

The multi ghoul does not reply, only his purring increases in volume. Mountain understands.

He sets his tea down before wrapping his hands around Swiss. He squeezes him as if he could pull him into his own body and keep him there, safe and sound.

“Want to take a break from all the cooking?” Mountain asks, but his mate shakes his head gently, rubbing his nose against the earth ghoul’s shoulder. He smiles and nods, letting him go so he can continue.

It is soft and warm and just perfect and it is one of those moments that the both of them wish could last forever. Mountain stays seated on the counter, watching.

The silence is comfortable around them and neither of them feels the need to fill it. Swiss turns on his music quietly, anyway, but Mountain does not mind. When he starts to sing, it is an expression.

You keep me all together

You take me out whenever I'm lettin' down

You got the motions baby

I got a notion maybe I'll stick around

Because, oh

I can never doubt you for too long

I can't see no reason

You're my kinda lover

To Mountain, Swiss is the prettiest creature that has ever been called up from the Pit. A deity, truly.

“You are so beautiful it's hard to believe you’re real sometimes, my heart,” Mountain whispers to him and his chest squeezes painfully as Swiss smiles. “Especially in moments like these.”

His arms are wrapped all around the one he calls his love. He is smiling as they dance. His hair is down and the night-colored locks jump with his movements, as fluid as the rest of him.

His face is glowing, tawny brown skin shimmering in artificial light not holding a candle to his own shine. His smile is so bright that it could resurrect a dead star and it is framed by plush lips simply begging to be kissed swollen. The whole picture is adorned by two molten drops of gold that Mountain would gladly drown and melt himself in.

Swiss’ whole body—muscled, yet soft around the edges—moves smoothly like water, his hips swaying. It is just asking to be painted in his movement, to be preserved. Such beauty can not be wasted.

Mountain would, if he only had the skill. He would never dare to try, would not risk the desecration of portraying Swiss as less than he really is.

“You’re everything, darling,” the earth ghoul says and even though Swiss is already grinning—oh, so widely—his smile seems to grow and brighten even more. Grateful, appreciating.

Swiss is to be begged for his blessings and that is something Mountain can do. That is something he does, and will never stop. For anything he would offer, Mountain will beg and pray. Will worship him.

He smiles softly and sighs. He regrets not being as good with his words as he would wish to be, but those already resonating through the room feel appropriate.

And so Mountain starts to sing quietly.

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

He will sing more and he will wish he had more to give, but for now, they dance.

And Mountain watches.

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

Hello I see your requests are opne and I'd like to know if you could do something with a grumpy Secondo, like, him giving y/n a bouquet but not admitting it at all or not making a big deal of it. His tsundere ass can't help it.

i . am . so . SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER ANON ILYSM 😭💕 i just got super busy after break 😓

masterlist.

warnings/things to note: no pronouns used for reader, established relationship, Secondo doesn't know how to express his feelings, fluff, idk how to write Secondo well ahhhh 😞

word count: 790

To say Secondo was hard to love was an understatement. Not to say he was a complete outright dick- which he wasn't, he was a real sweetheart under his cold exterior he'd built for himself- he just didn't know how to express his feelings other than small gestures.

You welcomed it wholeheartedly; you adored the little gifts he would hide for you as you cleaned up his catastrophically messy office space. Most of them were little handwritten notes of praise, but when you fawned over them in front of him, he merely grumbled, "It's no big deal..." or "Please, it's just a little thing of encouragement..." and returned to his work.

He was never too big on receiving gifts from you, either. He claimed he already has everything he could possibly need, yet he keeps a shoebox of your smaller gifts in one of his file cabinets under his desk.

When your anniversary started to come around, he explicitly told you not to get him any gifts. However, you couldn't possibly resist getting him the emerald-encrusted watch he'd paused to stare at through the window as you were on a date at the mall. In your mischievousness, a few days later (and with the help of a few ghouls' allowances), you'd put it on hold until your anniversary came closer.

A whirlwind of butterflies flew in your stomach as you finally purchased the watch and told the worker to take extreme care as they wrapped it in black wrapping paper, adding a sage bow and label fro you to sign on top. It would just look dazzling with his Papal robes, you giggled to yourself as you imagined him with his gift, not saying anything yet flexing it to his brothers.

You drove back to the Ministry, the gift hidden in a small bag. However, as you made your way to his office, a Sibling stopped you and rushed you to your own working space, an enormous bouquet of your favorite flowers towering on top of your wooden desk. On top of it all, a card sat with your name written in perfect penmanship and green ink.

You gasped, heart swelling with adoration. You instantly opened the card and read the contents.

"My sweet one, I heard from the earth ghouls that these were your favorite flowers. I know I explicitly told you not to get gifts, but since it is our anniversary, my brothers persuaded me. Please don't cause too much of a scene. Ti amo tanto, Amore. Happy Anniversary. - S."

Oh, how you almost fell in love with him all over again. You had to contain your fangirl squeal as you hugged the bouquet and sniffed the flowers delicately.

The other Siblings around you collectively cooed and aww'ed at the gift, some even pulling their partners aside and whispering that their standards just got higher. However, as a few Siblings came up to you asking if they can take a single flower to help take away the absolute mess on your desk, you got pulled back to earth and remembered that you haven't given your gift to Secondo yet, which sent you racing down the hall towards the Papas' offices.

You arrived at his door, knocking twice gently before entering after a gruff "come in." Secondo's hard demeanor softened ever so slightly at the sight of you, but hardened immediately after he saw your bag.

"My sweet, I said no-"

"I wanted to thank you for the bouquet," you cut him off, causing his cheeks to darken a little under his paints.

"I... it's nothing." He replied with a soft grumble. "Really."

"It's not nothing," you stepped towards him, a sweet smile gracing your lips. "It's a perfect anniversary gift."

He scoffed and murmured under his breath, but stopped as you held out the wrapped box. "What is this?"

"It's your present."

"I don't want it."

"Please, Secondo. Open it, you'll like it!" You urged, to which he scoffed and read the tag, silently unwrapping the gift.

His dark gaze softened again as he opened the box, his expression turning to one of a child in a toy store's. He was speechless as his gloved fingers traced the design of the emerald watch, then cleared his throat once he realized you were staring at him, waiting for a reaction.

"Erh... thank you. It's very nice," he said genuinely, sliding the watch out of the box and onto his wrist. "It fits perfectly, too; how- how did you know that?"

You shrugged, a devious smirk on your face as you hugged him. "I have my ways. Happy anniversary, my love."

He returned the hug, holding you tightly to his chest as your ear listened to his heartbeat. "Happy anniversary."

[ninihousebears3000]

An interview with HR

HR Deparment! Reader x Hellsing (everyone)

“Hi welcome! Everyone just calls me HR but it has grown on me.”

So what do you do here at the Hellsing Organization?

“I am the head of the Human Resources department. At the moment I am lobbying for more employees or at least an assistant. Fingers crossed Sir Integra answers my emails about this inquiry…Or any email.”

What happened between you and Alucard?

“Oh, wow we’re talking about that incident. Already? Well like any incident we keep it confidential of what happened between the parties involved.” *clears throat*

“Okay, I am speaking to you as a friend venting on their fifteen. To keep a long story short, Alucard attempted to drink my blood one night. I defended myself and immediately had our long-awaited one-on-one meeting about his rampant misconduct.”

What are those tip jars for on your shelf?

“Oh, this? So I put some change in here every time I have to file a report against Alucard. It’s a way to keep me motivated and not let misconduct run loose.”

What about the other ones?

“How do I put this? Well for Pip Bernadotte I simply put change anytime he says something that’s not workplace-appropriate. Or if I have to take disciplinary action against his men. At the end of the week, I treat myself to a movie.”

The same for the ones on the top shelf?

“Okay between you and me as a friend venting on their lunch break. Those are to keep track of every time something happens…that causes weird feelings. *clears throat* For example Seras Victoria sweet person. But she can unintentionally cross boundaries. So I do that as a way to remind myself she may be nice and really adorable but I can’t let this slide.”

“For Walter, he’s really great and helps me out a lot but I get the creeping sensation that he’s around every corner. I know he’s the butler but it’s almost as if it’s planned that I keep running into him.”

“Unfortunately, I got too personal with Pip one time when I was on my lunch break walk. And while the Wild Geese were booby-trapping the perimeter I accidentally stepped on a land mine. While he was disarming it I might’ve been very vulnerable thinking I was gonna die…He went in for a kiss I gave him a gift card instead.”

Is there one for Sir Integra?

“Um, well you know I thought she didn’t like me at first. Saying she did not need my department. But when I told her why every company needs an HR department she simply smirked?”

“After my landlord turned out to be a vampire who drank the blood of tenants who were late on rent. And then started a ghoul army I was, of course, rescued and Integra visited me in the hospital. And gave me a room here.”

“Although, I did notice that my bedroom was near her bedroom. And I feel like she might be watching me?”

“You know I always feel watched by everyone…”*puts change in all the jars*

Do you think they’re attracted to you?

“What, no. That’d be inappropriate work relations. Come on you think I’d violate that rule?”

“I am not here for myself. You see many may think I take my job too seriously. It is said Human Resources are meant to protect the company and not the employee. I disagree! I aspire to make every workplace environment safe and productive!”

“Excuse me, sir, here is your second cup of coffee.” Walter walks in placing the cup on your desk.

“Oh thank you Walter you didn’t have to.” You smile at him.

“Nonsense it is my pleasure to serve you.” There was something about Walter’s smile that felt off but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it. Was it that you felt something in your chest?

“By the way sir, if you don’t mind me asking who were you talking to?” He asked.

“Uh, well, um…”

“I think they’re pretending to be on a show like The Office? Like they’re being interviewed?” Seras answered from the other room.

“Is that why you always make a face looking off to the side!” Pip walked into the office.

You felt heat rise to your face feeling like you got caught.

“I was wondering what was going on in their little mind.” Alucard peered through the wall.

“As long as they do their job I don’t care what they pretend to do.” Sir Integra interrupted this impromptu get-together. “Although it is deeply amusing.”

You wanted to shrink and hide from everyone’s eyes. Despite how large the mansion is it felt cramped. Do you have an effect on people you aren’t aware of?

“I know it’s the afternoon but can I come out of my coffin I can’t sleep?” Seras asked when there was a brief moment of silence.

“NO!” There was a unanimous no. Meanwhile, you added money to each jar.

[popiastar]

Hello there!

I like your fics. ⭐️⭐️ and I really like mountain! He’s very tall, and I think he’s very sweet. 🥰 he deserves more love.

Could I request him and maybe the other ghouls like sodo/dewdrop idk, with an SO that loves baking? Like cakes and pastries.

thank you so much! ✨

true, he deserves it more and more! mountain is our baby giant and your request is lovely 🥺 besides dew i chose phantom, hope you don't mind it ✨

❗info: gn!reader, reader have a lot of patience, mountain very good at decoration, dewdrop more like at tasting food and read the recipe, phantom thinks reader is a magician

⛰️ mountain

- he likes when you put your apron on, his heart melted

- mountain is your second chef

- sometimes you have to correct him because he uses so much strength

- he's a drummer, probably tapping the counter with every crockery while you mix ingredients

- your focused face literally get him more in love with you

- "... oven at 180° degrees celsius for 30 min- hold on, we have the flames of hell is not the same?"

- you have to explain that the cakes or pastries might burn

- so surprised when you use food color, the cream doesn't seem cream anymore!

- king of decoration, sugar flowers put in chromatic scale

- when you are done, mountain proudly claps at you and compliments your skill in front of everyone (even inanimate objects)

🔥 dewdrop/sodo

- him and kitchen in the same phrase is a big no no

- the first time you tried to let him cook he burned the cranberries, broke the blender, swapt salt for sugar, etc.

- dew became your assistant, an important job as well

- the determination, passion and fire he read in your eyes make him think how beautiful you are

- basically dew just stands there and ordering you what you have to do and arguing

- "this fucking recipe says you have to SEPARATE the yolk to the white in two DIFFERENT bowl and you didn't! read it yourself, you were wrong!"

- he just read the part you did at the beginning while he tasted biscuits

- dew imitate your tone after you tell him

- you make a mini cake just for him and he get not-very-secretly red

- compliments are not for him, he just say it's not bad... remarking because you follow his orders

👻 phantom

- phantom doesn't even know how to cook an egg

- cooking/baking=magic

- he gifts you an apron that say "magician of my heart"

- following every single move you make, adoration written on his face

- recipes book aka spellbook

- "what potion is it? where did you find this dusty thing?"

- you have to explain him over and over again that the dusty thing is flour and you find it at the supermarket

- now he thinks the supermarket have a space for witchy stuff

- hands on his hips because is impatient while pastries are on the oven

- everytime phantom eats your pastries or cakes he tells to the ghouls that he's on your spell

[sentientgolfball]

Okay I’ve been thinking about this all day, and I hope you enjoy this as well.

Phantoms first Valentine’s Day with reader.

(But like imagine Swiss giving him all sorts of pep talks and hyping him up for a good date with reader on valentines 🥰🥰)

Phantom makes me blush so hard, and I hope he makes you blush too 🥰🫶

I knew exactly what I was doing with this when I got it :3 since I don’t have any Valentine’s Day plans or any real reason to celebrate I have this for you all <3

Headcanons for how each of the ghouls plus Copia would spend V Day <3

Swiss is the most enthusiastic out of the boys. He is all about showing his love and affection to those he loves, he feels so accomplished when he can make them smile. He’s also a huge fucking romantic. He gets up extra early to prepare a breakfast in bed, being sure to send a sweet little message so you have something to wake up to. He begs Mountain to let him clip some flowers from the garden, even asking him to borrow one of his books so he can make a bouquet that really express his love. He’ll spend all day with you until it gets close to dinner. He slips away to cook you your favorite and steal some of the good wine from Terzo’s personal collection. He slinks back to your room when he’s finished intent on sweeping you away to a magical candle lit dinner. Unfortunately he doesn’t get that far because you give him your own gift you prepared when while he was away and he just absolutely fucking melts.

And of course, because it’s Swiss once he regains his composure he practically jumps on you. He kisses you with adoration and worship on his tongue. Dinner is completely forgotten about.

Phantom is excited because he thinks all the human holidays are fun. When he finds out there’s on specifically for saying I love you he’s even more excited. He loves his packmates! He’s so affectionate! He takes this as an excuse to run up to the others and give them little kisses. When he learns what a valentines is, he spends all day making sweet little notes to press into the hands of any Siblings he passes. He writes the ghouls and papa personalized letters though.

He gets his hands on little heart stickers too, sticking them on anyone who looks like they’re not having a good day. It instantly earns a smile when a purring ghoul with big purple eyes just walks up and silently presses a sticker to your forehead. He also goes absolutely fucking ham with all the extra sweets lying around. He slams down multiple boxes of chocolates.

Mountain doesn’t make a big grand show out of it. He has something planned of course, but it’s small and more personal. He’s going to wait till the end of the day, silently walking with you to the greenhouse. The inside is done up with soft fairy lights and the old stereo is playing some slow song. He holds you close, swaying with you to the rhythm. He sprouts some flowers around his horns just to show off a bit.

Once all the songs are done, he’ll sit with you on the workbench and exchange gifts. He’s over the moon getting anything from you, kissing you and thanking you for thinking of him. He gives you something handmade.

Dew is completely silent about it. If asked he’ll give the usual “cooperate bullshit made up holiday” but his actions speak louder. He is an acts of service ghoul. He makes absolutely sure all of the ghouls and papa are taken care of. If anyone goes to practice they’ll find their instruments cleaned/restringed/what have you. When Phantom hands him that sappy little letter he immediately sneaks into the bug’s room and cleans it for him, but he also leaves a small box of chocolates and a singular rose on his desk when he’s finished.

He does something like that for all the ghouls. He finds out what was giving them the most stress recently and just does it. He tries to deny anything, but when they all corner him later and press I love you’s into his skin with soft hands and lips he nearly cries.

Rain has a complete disdain for the holiday. He doesn’t like it because he finds it stupid there needs to be a whole holiday to show someone love and devotion. Rain is such a devoted lover though, so he gives in when everyone else does. He absolutely refuses to buy anything, taking the Mountain approach and hand making something. Rain will either draw or paint something for you. If this stupid holiday is all about showing your love then that’s what Rain will do. He ruminates on everything he feels and creates a piece completely dedicated to that.

He will feel just a bit insulted though if you do buy something for him. However, if he’s also given something handmade he can’t help the small little smile it brings. He’ll make you tell him about the process and why you made what you did.

Aether is very simple but very effective. He dresses up, wears an expensive cologne he never touches and takes you out. You go to a very fancy dinner before you two sneak off into the woods so he can let his glamour down. Though the big sap had it all planned out. Once you arrive in the clearing there’s a blanket and a projector. He holds you close to him while you watch a movie of your choosing, but you don’t get that far.

You stare at the sky and tells you about the stars before going on some tangent about how much he loves you, comparing you to the galaxies.

Aurora loves it mostly for the aesthetic. A day where everyone is pink and heart shaped sounds absolutely amazing to her. She decorates the whole den with fun little heart lights and banners and roses. She carries around a bag of those heart shaped suckers and gives them to people. She absolutely tries to get everyone to sit with her to watch shitty little romcoms.

She makes heart shaped cookies to share. If she stumbles across anyone who’s sad that day she’ll snatch them up so fast and take them to her room where she’ll make cute little crafts with them.

Cirrus is like Mountain where she’s waiting for the very end of the day to pull out all the stops. She wants no interruptions once she starts, you’re spending all night with her. She absolutely buys one of those giant ass teddy bears and balloons and chocolates. She smothers you with affection. She even got herself a new lacy little number in your favorite color. She genuinely doesn’t expect or really want anything in return, she likes doing the loving and the gift giving. Though she doesn’t say no to a few extra kisses.

She absolutely has Swiss snatch a bottle of wine for her when he’s down in the cellar rooting through Terzo’s stash.

Cumulus is all sweet about it. She makes a handmade card with the sappy little Valentine’s Day messages on them. She bakes a cake for you two to share while watching movies together. She wears one of her favorite lipsticks just to leave little kisses all over your face. Though, when you get her gift her demeanor quickly changes. You open the box and it’s a little photo album. Inside is a Polaroid collect of her either nude or in lingerie that leaves very little to the imagination.

She giggles at your reaction before slipping out of her dress to reveal the piece in the pictures. She makes sure her lipstick stains are everywhere.

Sunshine unfortunately completely forgets about the holiday and scrambles to last minute get something so she doesn’t make you feel unloved. Because of this, she ends up going super over the top. I’m talking like big ass bear, rose petals on the bed, balloons, candies literally anything and everything she can get her hands on.

It ends up leaving you wondering how long she’s had all that stuff and where she was hiding it. Sunny does not let you find out she stole Copia’s card and raided the grocery store that morning.

Copia is so very soft and traditional with his approach. He gives you little gifts throughout the day. He has a lovely candle lit dinner made for just the two of you to share in his office. His last gift is something he knows you’ve had your eye on for a while but could never justify getting for yourself. He is a lover through and through he is going to make that night as perfect as he can. After dinner he’ll throw some records on and dance with you, humming along to the tune.

He’ll tell you how much he loves you and exactly what you mean to him. If you pull out your own gift for him he’ll become a mushy little puddle on the floor.

[iamthecomet]

Comet I've been Thinking™️ I've seen a lot of ships in the Ghost fandom. But one I personally haven't seen (by itself) is Aether x Aurora: Aethoura (can you tell I'm not good at ship names yet?). Now granted I'm rusty in this realm, but I've really been thinking about them (and I'd like to apologize in advance for any poor character portrayals-) so have some of those thoughts starting from when Aurora was first summoned. ~~~ When Aurora and Phantom were summoned, it was obvious that all the ghouls would be there to help them and welcome them. Each existing ghoul mindlessly went to one or the other and that's where we begin. Aether went to Aurora first and mostly stuck by her side. He felt drawn to her for some reason, more than Phantom (and no, it wasn't because Phantom was taking his place now) Aether played the biggest role in helping her get acclimated: showing her daily functions, how things worked, how to use things around the ministry/den, and even some smaller things like how to tell the time

After a while of Aurora getting around and used to things she often went to Aether to just spend time with him, help him with things, or whatever they could find. Aether always made it fun and she always found herself learning new things every time she was around him- There was never a dull moment

When it was time to tour Aurora was scared out of her wits. She was sad that Aether had to stay behind, too. Aether promised to keep in contact every day as much as he could. The first night she couldn't sleep and texted Aether all night, soft giggles and coos leaving her upon occasion at things he'd say

The day of her first concert she video called Aether in tears moments before having to get on stage. Despite the rest of the pack's attempts to try and soothe and calm her it didn't work. She wanted, and needed, Aether. Aether picked up the video call and helped her calm down, walking her through some breathing and grounding techniques and trying to make her laugh. Eventually she was calm enough and had to leave for the concert. She didn't leave without saying "thank you" and "I love you" for the first time. Aether thought about it for the rest of the day

Later on the entire pack called Aether and Sunshine to tell them how the concert went and how awesome Aurora and Phantom were. Aurora couldn't hide her blush and tail wiggling as she was praised by her fellow pack mates, especially when Aether praised her. She'd never felt so happy when Aether told her he was proud of her. After a long tour and back home, Aurora and Aether wasted no time reuniting and catching up on everything. For the next few weeks, they were inseparable

Aether and Aurora had grown more affectionate with each other over time- nibbling/biting, nuzzling, head butting, holding hands, cuddling, you name it. Aether always went out of his way to be touching some part of Aurora lovingly. Aurora loved and adored it and always returned the act of love and affection They both love to get each other gifts too, and there was definitely thought behind them always. Surprise dates, outings, or even quality time was right up their alley. They are very much in love, and they'd never want it a different way

AHHHH AETHRORA, aethra? Aurther? (ARTHER?). You're right, we don't see them much, or at all, and it's really a shame. They would be so sweet together. He'd take such great care of her, calling her whenever he can just to make sure she's doing alright. Helping her calm down when she gets nervous, her talking to him late in the night when he gets lonely. We need more of them together, being soft and easy and sweet. Taking care of each other. Laughing at stupid shit. Just YES PLEASE. Thank you so much for this it warmed my (freezing) cold heart on this stupid dreary day. ♥♥♥

[thepaperqueendom]

Ghoul headcanons: Ifrit edition.

Ifrit is a jock, a real "boys will be boys" moment. He doesn't mean anyone any real harm, but he likes pranking people and sometimes it gets a little out of control. Sometimes his jokes will go a bit too far and he'll be truly sorry to learn afterwards that what he said was hurtful. Oopsie.

He's also loud. Talks a lot, laughs a lot. Potty humour worthy of a young kit.

Can be devastatingly charming though, especially to Siblings. Dazzling, boyish grin, warm aura, bear hugs and all that. Infirmary patients adore him.

Totally averse to bodies of water and can't swim (that's normal for a fire demon, innit? Quit looking at him like that!) Will never pass up a chance to be topless and wear funny swimming trunks, but going anywhere near the pool? No thank you. The others might be out to get him after all, because revenge (see first point) is sweet.

He loves being fire, is utterly comfortable in his own skin in that regard. He pretends to hate when Swiss asks him to light his cigarettes and joints, always saying he'll gift the multi a lighter for his next summoning day - but let's be real here, Ifrit loves lighting things on fire for others.

He also plays with his element all the time, letting flames crawl over his hands and onto the table, completely confident in his control.

He's obsessed with holidays, a concept introduced to him by the humans in the abbey. Especially the ones that involve lighting lots of candles. Christmas? Hanukkah? Kwanzaa? Fuck yes, count him in.

Very open about leaving the Ghost project and joining the infirmary instead because touring and partying kept messing with his head. It is what it is, and Aether is a cool boss.

Concerning insecurities... yep, he's kinda short. Not as short as Dew, but ranging somewhere between him and Phantom. That's why he's such a gym rat. To make up for it, duh.

He's the only ghoul who wears glasses (or contacts, when he's so inclined). Being predators, bad eyesight doesn't usually exist in ghouls because the ones that have it get killed off in the Pit very early on. Then again, the Pit isn't something Ifrit talks about. There's a scar on his sizeable triceps and a bite-sized chunk missing from the shell of his ear that he put a snazzy industrial barbell through, and he wears stylish glasses, and that's that.

His hair is all over the place, all the time - too long to stay out the way, too short to tie it back, cut into a sloppy mohawk that he never styles up but just lets flop to the side... or into his face... or into someone else's face, depending on the situation. Dew likes to play with Ifrit's hair because he's got that one perfect corkscrew curl in the front that bounces back when you pull it. Swiss threatens to shave it off in his sleep if it ends up in his mouth one more time. Aether would totally co-conspire because he says it's unhygienic.

[emeritus-fuckers]

Congrats on 1k followers! I would love to take part in the match up rerun if possible.

1. He/him/they/them pronouns, transmasculine pansexual!

2. Either Papas or ghouls, I love everyone.

3. I'm 5'3" and on the chubby side, but I do have a fair amount of muscle underneath the chub. My hair is shaved around the sides and back, but on top I've got long curly hair that is past my shoulders and lavender colored. My clothing style I kind of refer to as comfort goth grunge. Usually always black and pops of color, but generally you'll find me in distressed oversized sweaters or hoodies with bleach dyed sweat pants.

4. My friends describe me as chaotic but loving. Very much golden retriever kind of energy. I have a strong sense of empathy, and so a lot of people often confide in me or seek my help for personal issues.

5. I love writing, painting, drawing, reading, and playing video games. At the moment my favorite bands are Ghost, Sleep Token, and the Misfits. Hannibal and RuPaul's Drag Race are the two shows I watch on repeat. I also am kind of obsessed with stuffed animals and bones. There are probably over 100 stuffed animals in my bedroom, and have one shelf that is full of assorted animal skulls I've either found in nature or have been gifted by friends(I name each one).

6. I grew up with a twin, so I am very used to always having someone around. So I can easily get separation anxiety if left home alone for more than a couple of days. Doesn't even need to be a specific person, I just am comforted by having another individual within close proximity.

Thank you so much! 💙

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries for the event are now closed.

Your match is...Papa Emeritus III

You two bonded over having a similar energy.

Terzo is very sociable and likes to be around people so you two started hanging out more and more. He found himself thinking about you more and more so he would always seek you out.

Then he asked you on a date to go to a painting class with him.

He spent the entire time amazed at how good your work is. Terzo is very enthusiastic but he isn’t the best technically at painting. Still there is an energy there in his work, and the grin he gives you as he shows you is just adorable.

So adorable that you give him a kiss on the cheek to say well done.

If you are comfortable with it, he’ll sweep you up in his arms twirling you around and then kissing you.

He loves sitting on the sofa with you in his arms while you read.

Sometimes it’s while you try to read as Terzo is always trying to get your attention. But in a very sweet way. He also knows when to stop and actually let you read. He’s started reading too.

He loves it when you both finish a book and then talk about it late into the night

~

Written by Nyx

[skele-bunny]

A Gift From Papa. (No CW)

CW: NONE

Characters: Phantom, Papa Copia, Other Misc.

Based off this lovely idea by @damagedghoulette !

Read it under the cut or on AO3!

A soft bundle of knocks, “Papa? May I come in?”

Papa Emeritus looked up from his desk, smiling at the new summon that peeked his head in. “Phantom! Pipistrello! Come in, come in.”

The ghoul smiled, stepping in before closing the door, he quickly waddled up with a nervous smile, holding his phone tightly.

“Papa… I found something I'd like to spend my allowance and savings on, but it's online so Aether told me I had to come to you.”

“Oh?” Copia tilted his head and held out his hand. “May I see?”

Phantom's tail began to wag as he gave Papa the item, watching Copia hum and observe the listing. “A onesie?”

“Yes! Yes, I have the money, too!”

Reaching into his pocket, Phantom laid the crumbled wad of cash on the desk with some change, smiling wide as Papa began to count with ease. He looked over at Phantom's phone, the wad again, then back.

Copia frowned, “Little one, I apologize, but you don't have enough.”

An instant frown and Phantom's tail stopped wagging. “I don't…?”

“No, Pipistrello. You have 158 krona, you need 264.”

Phantom's tail went between his legs, slowly nodding as he gathered up his cash and change, mumbling a thanks to his master for his phone back. Phantom bowed, mumbling again with an apology before he turned and left the room. Copia eyed the bat until he left before sighing, turning back to his open computer to finish inputting the band's weekly expenses. However, the image of Phantom's defeat stayed adamant in his mind, Copia sighing before opening up his browser tab and going to the exact site Phantom found his onesie on.

…

“Phantom! You have mail!”

The Quintessence ghoul perked up, tilting his head as he jumped up from the couch in the common room to meet Cirrus half way. He eyed the tag and in return his tail began to wag with interest.

“To: Phantom, My Pipistrello.”

Cirrus looked over his shoulder, smile wide. “What is it?”

“M’ dunno!” Phantom chirped back, quickly hopping into the kitchen to place the box down and undo the ribbon.

Lifting the top, Phantom let out a loud squeak and gasp, wings expanding as pure excitement filled him. He grabbed the box and ran into his room, leaving the pack nearby utterly confused. It took a few minutes before Phantom came out again, holding a stuffed witch toy - but more importantly his pajamas changed. A bat onesie hugged his form, but customized slits for both his wings and tail. He began to jump up and down, running to the common room where his pack cooed over his attire.

“Aww, Tom'! That's adorable!” Swiss laughed, looking as Phantom turned to show off his backside.

“Isn't it?! I can't believe Papa got it for me! I-I totally thought I'd never be able to get it!”

Dew tilted his head, holding the plush as Phantom let him touch the hair. “That's really sweet. You know Papa loves letters, maybe you should write him a thank you letter.”

The newly gasped, flapping his hands with excitement. “I should! I should! Oh thank you Sodo, I'm gonna do it right now!”

He quickly hugged the fire ghoul, unable to contain his joy before grabbing the plushie back and running to his room once more. With Phantom gone, Cirrus was able to fist-bump Aether who sat next to Dew.

“Hell of a job on those slits, Cirrus.” He complimented.

The Ghoulette chuckled, “Nice job getting his measurements.”

[da-rulah]

hellosiesss :)

may i ask, can you maybe do headcanons with the ghouls how theyd act if theyd catch a cold? :]

alrighty, my first headcanons? i'm into it let's GO! (Gonna do the Ghoulettes too ofc because I love and appreciate them 🥹) Sodo

This guy cannot TAKE it. He is the WORST patient.

He's stubborn asf. Cough medicine? Don't know her. Lozenges? Don't know her. Rest and fluids? DON'T KNOW HER.

"I'm FINE. GO AWAY........... wait no where are you going? COME BACK HERE."

You'll spend all day arguing with the guy who can't taste the soup you're force feeding him because his sinuses are so. damn. blocked. But no, he will not back down.

Keeps you up all night with his sniffles and coughing fits and yet, he still, won't BLOODY LISTEN to you.

It takes him 3 days of being sick to actually admit he's sick. By this point, he hovers in your doorway wrapped head to toe in a blanket, sniffling and sulking.

"...I think I'm sick."

Rain & Cumulus (because they'd react much the same)

Neither one wants to be a burden. The thought of you having to take time out of your day to care for them? Oh, it pains them.

"You're looking a bit pale, love?" ... "No...no, it's... the lighting?"

They try to keep going as normal, powering through but you have to tell them it's okay to rest.

You've lost count of the amount of times they've thanked you for the tea. Too many. It's too many. It's just one cup of tea...

Tries to hide their coughs from you so they don't bother you

"You don't need to help me, it's my fault, I got sick..."

You can't stand that sad look in their eyes every time you do something nice for them. It's not self pity, it's a wordless apology and endless thanks each time.

Bless them

Phantom & Swiss (again i think they'd react similarly...)

It's like having a toddler.

"OooooOOOOoooOOOoooOOOoowwwWWWWwwwWWWWW, my heeeeEEAAAAAAaaaaDDDDdddd"

Literally writhing around in bed whining like they'd had their arm amputated.

"Babe, I need a shoulder rub." "Babe, I need cough sweets." "Babe, I need tissues." "Babe, I need chicken soup with those dumpling things you make that are sooOOOoooOOOoo good."

More deceptive than Lucifer himself. It's just a blocked nose.

Don't fall for their lies. They just enjoy being pampered.

Typical MEN.

But you can't argue with them because it's not worth the hours of pouting, whining and side eye you'd get from their end of the couch.

Mountain and Cirrus

They will not let you do ANYTHING.

Refuse to admit they're sick at all.

"The cold never bothered me anywaaaayyyyy."

You know full well they're sick, you can see their red nose and you hear the coughing fits from the other room but they just. keep. going.

Making that cold their BITCH. The show must go on.

They're like freaking machines or something idk

You have to trick them into taking anything that might help. "I just thought you might like some tea... It's.... refreshing?"

The first signs of them getting sick, they're chugging cough medicine like it's the last water in the desert. It will NOT get the better of them.

Aurora

She complains. A lot.

Makes an noise every time she blows her nose. "AaaaaaAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHhhhhhh"

She's emotional asf. She tripped on her blanket as she was dragging it down the hall to you and wept like a baby.

When you brought her dippy egg and toast soldiers for breakfast? Anyone would have thought you'd asked her to marry you.

She's so appreciative of everything you do for her. She makes a note to get you a gift when she can breathe through her nose and leave the bed again.

"I'm sorry i'm sick... love you..." all pouty and adorable.

Whines whenever she has to move an inch.

SEND ME MORE HEADCANONS IF YOU LIKE, THIS WAS FUN! 🥰

[luxiaosh]

TRACES FOR YOUR HEART .

tokyo debunker ⎯ㅤ zenji kotodama .ᐟ

fluff but a little suggestive, based on zenji's birthday, subaru is just a baby, gender neutral, hotarubi spoilers

ZENJI held the brush reverently again.

he couldn't help it.

when that birthday present was more than pigments and bristles... when bright streaks of sunlight slipped through the windows of clementia's old dormitory, golden and slow, sinking into the ground the way he imagined in real forests. . . when the wet tip of ink waved, zenji studied every feature of your body, like a confectioner examines a cake before decorating it; patterned with dark colors and bright curves just the way you, his newest work of art, should be. . . then he hummed and glided, shodō over soft skin and crimson eyes glowing with the promise of art and affection. 

you knew that, for zenji, this was the opportunity to express what his fingertips – and the rest of his body – couldn't capture. you thought, face in the pillow and cheeks burning pink, at his happy expression, the inspired man of the feather blowing out candles with the help of haku; and you eagerly slide a gift box in front of zenji, from which subaru gently removes the purple ribbon and lid, waving to his dear friend with an emotion of unspoken words, but the wish of “happy birthday,” loaded in your gaze violet. . . but it's then that zenji squints his eyes, bright spots, hot drops in the corners and it's then that he thinks about crying when he finds your face again. “th-they're anomalous brushes. haku and subaru came up with the idea.” you explain, expounding the credit as if you could take the attention away from that phantom ghoul; balanced by tears and the urge to hug your two old friends and especially you!

zenji recognizes when you try to make sure he doesn’t fall on top of the three of you. zenji recognizes crossing the atoms of his body. zenji recognizes his own knees giving way to the floor. empty. “forgive me, friends. sometimes, i forget that i can go much further.” and it was worth it in the end: “thank you, my dear.”

sweet words and unwavering smile, your heart – which you didn't imagine beating – warms, stumbling faster knowing you did something for your special day. it was a magical day, zenji thinks, a perfect day that he would remember later when he sang whatever came to mind and seemed appropriate for the moment as the biwa, suitable ballads, snippets of his own invention, came to an end. sometimes, right before he claimed you as his muse, music played in his sleepy ears, entire orchestras and choirs sternly but joyfully proclaiming something unremembered. he tried to remember these songs and sing them too; but seeing how giddy you looked, bright and flushed from receiving devoted attention, makes zenji want to write a new chapter in your body. lips instead of bristles. saliva instead of ink. he's almost jealous of how his beloved honor student sighs, the material slides down his collarbone, arms, thighs. . . “you're adorable. so adorable.” — i love you.

and then there is nothing more to say to you than lines engraved on your body.

but if there were another life after this, zenji kotodama would hope to write with his lips on his skin what those brushes were privileged to have.

[muutosarchive]

Canonwise, your Peach, Dew, and Pap II are my favorites. I think you give Peach such a fresh interpretation where so many people default to either bad bitch or uwu cupcake princess, you know? But you've made her really unique and rounded. Your Secundo is, to me, the original spooky motherfucker; I love how you dive past the "slutty old bald man" perception fandom has to give him a genuinely romantic, thoughtful side that adds so much depth to him as a person, character, and Papa. I would love to be a sibling of sin during your Secundo's reign as Papa. And your Dew is the pinnacle. The poster. The mold for Dewdrop in my head. I think it's so easy to fall into this idea of him just being a brat, but you enforce a temper and an insecurity that makes him.... so lovely? And real.

OCs -- you know I love Judith and Flora. Flora is perhaps my favorite oc Ghoul. I love her gentleness and how it contrasts with how spooky she looks, the balance between taking care of plants and also the gift of necromancy. Judith is a fun take on the religious trauma background, and I adore reading her explorations. Sometimes it's just that simple haha.

🍭 @suffcring . ✨Who's your favorite muse of mine, and why?✨

wow, this is so nice of you first of all. i mean, i'm surpried you said peach but i'm so glad to hear that? i know she's such a classic &. i really did want to make her that three dimensional character mario set up but their stories sometimes don't have the capacity to cover. because i know she is more than a damsel &. she has that sweet, kind &. positive flow with also that rebellious side, running away with mario and the others in rpg when she was told to stay behind. she takes every opportunity to rough it with the boys and it's just a case of a character i've known and grown up with for so long that i just wanted to meld everything of her from every medium and create something rounded with it. it's the same with harley, using each era of her to influence her portrayal. as far as dew is concerned it's always difficult to pick up a character so many people love and that has an established fanon personality you know? &. that i feel like a lot of people either played before or play now, which goes for all the ghouls. there's so many directions you can go with them, but of course i wanted his temper to mean something, because anger issues &. pushing back is always indicative of something more and it's fun to try and piece it together. so i really appreciate that. to know that he's the poster to you of dew, it just... i can't describe how appreciative i am.

also of course papa ii is one of my own personal favourite muses i have. i often don't hesitate on his threads for any other reason that i'm afraid to tarnish what i've made for him, because it's very important to me. surface level fanon is great for inspo but if i was gonna write a character like secundo there had to be a greater purpose for it. much like dew, i took the opportunity of such little established canon to make something i was passionate about. same with omega. i saw papa ii &. he was immediately my favorite, he immediately appealed to me, &. the descriptions tobias laid for his personality &. inner workings really got my head going &. it evolved so easily into like... my guy. he's far far from perfect but more than he was made out as.

you're literally too nice to me rn, your favourite ghoul oc? i cannot fathom. but thank you, and honestly i never thought i'd even have a ghoul oc but she was a happy accident. i remember saying to someone i wanted her to have a reason to be. a reason to serve the greater story. i'm just so happy people liked her as much as i did, &. to this day she's one of the more consistent characters i can tune into. &. as far as judith is concerned i really love the different religious dynamics &. the religious trauma so i wanted to explore the other side where-as my priest characters are another side of the same coin. so thank you again for all of this it means so much to hear.

[obsessive-ego]

Pillow humping

when your vibe is dead you gotta get creatvie

musical beetlejuice x fem reader nsft DUH

you know the drill with me, masturbation voyeurism

Home alone, you lay there on your bed staring at the ceiling, just thinking, it's been awhile since you got some time to yourself, not that you didnt mind, you adored your alone time, hell you spent most of your adult life alone. Until an certain born dead demon weaseled his way into your everyday life, making for a much more interesting loud day to day life, not that you were complaining.

Beetlejuice has made it a habit to mess with your neighbors when he was over, to give you some space from time to time, saying how 'breathers enjoyed their alone time' and he's 'just being respectful of his pal' not sure how true those statements were, he was probably just looking for an excuse to run amok in an apartment building.

All and all it was nice to be alone, that being said, it would be alot nicer if you remembered to buy batteries while you were at the store the other day, you huff in frustration.

It's been what? Almost two weeks since you dealt with your sexual needs, with beetlejuice constantly hanging about, the chances to have some legit alone time were slim and none, but now, being all alone, you would think youd jump at the opportunity, but no, vibrator was dead.

You could always get creative with taking care of business, it's been awhile, you've used a vibrator for such along time, did you really want to try something else? What if it wasnt good? All that effort wasted for nothing?

The thought of dealing with the built tension you've gained while having to 'babysit' beetlejuice while the Deetz were out of town made you core twitch.

You sigh, sitting up from your bed, looking down to your hands, you mumble "I guess I could use my fingers...?"

Or maybe?

You glance to your pillows, specifically the pillow Beetlejuice used every night, the ghoul has made the habbit of sleeping with you, at first he would sneak in while you slept, then he just kinda stopped being subtle, embarrassing yes, but enjoyable, as hard as it was to admit it, you liked the ghoul.

You stare at the pillow way longer then youd like to admit, you couldnt, snapping your head away, glancing back, could you?

You weren't naive, you knew people sometimes humpped pillows to get off, but using his? I guess you could wash it after. You sigh, getting up from your bed, you begin to pace around your bedroom debating with yourself on the morals of this dirty deed.

Unknown to you beetlejuice has returned early from bugging your neighbors, hiding his presence from you in hopes to scare you, as he often enjoyed to do, ever since you sucker punched him in the jaw for scaring you, he's been trying to get you to do it again ever since.

The ghoul strolls around your little apartment looking for you, with a nasty trick up his sleeve of course, he approaches your room, phasing his head through the door, his jaw nearly hits the ground, you were bent over sliding out of your panties, wearing nothing else but a bra, picking his jaw off the ground, literally, the demon decides the prank can wait another day, what you were up to would be FAR more fun~.

You have came to the conclusion of 'this was my house, my pillow, I can just wash it after' you sigh, it's been so long since you messed around like this, you could feel your bits pulsing already, climbing back on the bed you take the pillow beetlejuice has been using and plant you face directly into it, inhaling the scent, it was hard to describe, but you did detect weed in the smell.

Beetlejuice watches you like a hawk, eyes wide, hair electric pink buzzing with excitement, what were you up to? Was that the pillow he used every night? He chuckled to himself, and here he thought he was the only one here who had a scent fetish.

You let out a small moan like sigh, quiet, but still auditable to the ghost in the room. Beetlejuice bites his knuckles, how he LOVED that sound, sitting himself down at the edge of the bed, eager to see what kinda show you're about to put on, since your vibe died, what were you gonna do? Smell his pillow and finger yourself? The demon couldnt help but drool and that picture.

You mutter a soft "okay" and maneuver the pillow between your legs, straddling it.

Beetlejuice nearly screams with excitement, not that you could hear him in his invisible state. His cute little breather was gonna do something REAL dirty to the pillow he used every night, this was just too good, wiping the excessive drool from his mouth he purrs "didnt know you had it in ya sugar".

You slowly begin to move your hips, as if to test the feeling, and with that you begin a more steady pace panting and moaning softly "beej, please, so good" you babbled, you've been so worked up with no outlet of course you were already heated.

Beetlejuice drooled at this little show you were providing, pillow humping, especially the one he used, was way dirtier and better then you using a vibrator, this had a more perverted personal touch. "You naughty little thing, I would love to have those hip move on me like that sugar~ you really know how to move huh sweet stuff? Driving me nuts over here" he chuckled to himself, cock already in hand, his strokes trying to match your pace.

This was so gross, but it felt really good, you can deal with those negative feelings later, without a second thought you grab one of your breats and begin playing with the nipple, while your other hand grasps at the pillow between your thighs, the sensation of your fingers pinching and flicking your nipples was enough to make you whine.

The ghoul groans watching you play with your breast, god slash satan he want it in his mouth, if something like a little pinch was enough to make you whine, his mouth would have you in a screaming fit, without a second thought his jaw hangs down letting his long black and white striped tongue hang free, drooling.

you couldnt help but imagine Beetlejuice's hand in place of yours, gropping and pinching, giving your chest the love its deserves, you sigh in contentment.

The idea of riding the ghoul has crossed your mind way more then youd like to admit, you could hear it now all the dirty things he'd be saying, how he'd probably let you start, setting the pace, and doing the movements on your own until his large strong hands would grab your waist as he would slam into you with no mercy, the thought alone made you buck harder to the point the bed was creaking.

Beetlejuice was drooling like crazy watching you hump his pillow like you were a dog in heart, what he wouldn't give to switch places with it, hell it didnt even have to be his cock, to have you going that hard on his leg would be hot.

His stroking picks up in pace to match your enthusiasm "such a dirty girl, arent ya babes? I love watch you work those beautiful hips~ you gonna cum soon? Cum all over my pillow and leave it for me tonight? You're so thoughtful sugar~" he purrs.

"Fuck" you utter, beetlejuice recognized that strain in your voice, hes herd it multiple times watching you tend to you needs, it ment you were gonna cum, cum all over his pillow, he hoped you were gonna go to bed early tonight solely to join you and rub his face in that sweet spot you left behind for him. The demon began picking up his pace, wanting to cum shortly after you did.

You buck your hips at an unsteady pace, chasing your orgasm, the image of Beetlejuice coaxing you to cum all over his cock, and praising you for being such a good girl, while he slammed mercilessly into you aching pussy was more then enough to push you over the edge, you Yelp out "beetlejuice" as you cum, you ride out your orgasm clumsily grinding against the pillow until you finished, you stare off into space for a bit enjoying the after glow and trying to regain your composure.

The demon at the end of your bed wasnt too far behind after seeing that cute face you make when you come, not to mention how hot his name sound on you lips when you're shouting it out while you cum, was more then enough to get him to blow his load all over his hand. As he watch you regain you breath it hits him, a ghoulish idea, since you were so kind so leave him a personal gift on his pillow, he should do the same, and with that thought, he crawled forward and wiped his cum cover hand on your pillow. Pleased as punch with his doings, his attention is drawn back to you once the demon sees your on the move, watching you redress yourself.

"Alright" you mumble as you grabbed the freshly humped pillow.

"Wait, sugar, what are you doing?" Beetlejuice panicked, of course you would wash it after doing that, he completely blanked out on that.

"I guess itd be weird if I only washed the one huh" you mumble to yourself as you pick up yours, you werent stupid, you knew how to cover your tracks when doing something less then wholesome.

"Babes come on, don't, they're fine, it's fine, wouldn't it be a hot idea to leave them? PLEASE" Beetlejuice on his knees begging you to reconsider not that you could hear or see him in his current state. His heart sank when you left the room, he groans, cant win them all huh.

Bonus

You enter the laundry room with the pillows in hand.

"Hey sweetheart what cha up to?" You were greeted by Beetlejuice sitting on top of the dryer.

You nearly jump out of your skin "hey, I didnt expect you back so soon" you give a nervous laugh.

"Doing some laundry huh? How bout I give ya a hand? It's the least I can do sugar"

"No thanks" you were quick to respond

"Babes, I know how, it's not that hard, you've been so nice to me and putting up with me, it's the least I can do" Beetlejuice had jumped down from the dryer and had practically pinned you to the wall "i insist doll" he purred, his mouth practically on your ear.

This was all too much especially after just jerking off, you really didnt have it in you to argue or stand your ground, so you cave.

"Okay"

And with that beetlejuice took the pillows from you and practically pushes you out the door, locking it behind you.

"Weird, best not to dwell on that" you mumble, straightening yourself as you head to the kitchen for a drink.