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[leezlelatch]

(~'o')~ Appreciation Post (~'o')~

Have you read the entire collected works of @ramblingoak?

Described in the Ministry Times as a “tour de force,” Oak brings a level of class, creativity, and sexy old men to the academic circles of renown shitpost site Tumblr dot com, and famous literature repository AO3.

Her magnum opus epopus, The Cardinal’s Bride, is a dashing adventure of danger, romance, and a cowboy most alluring. Hike up your britches and head over to the nearest saloon. I guarantee you’ve never heard a tale like it. The Cardinal will have you wrangled in soon enough.

Oak will be accepting the Cowbell Prize later this year.

[cupid-ghoul]

ghouls have fur and toe beans

that means they probably clean the spaces in between their toes like cats do

ghouls groom themselves and each other to bond and for comfort

that means there will be hair balls

can you imagine you're a sibling sneaking through the ministry at night and hear the typical cat hacking sound only to see swiss on all fours on the ground, his body doing the 🦗🦟🦗🦟🦗 , dry heaving and hurling up a huge hair ball

after that he just scurries off and you're left in the dark hallway with a hairball the size of a golf ball

[ghostisun]

pronebone with dewther—

aether taking dewdrop apart while pressing him flushed on the bed, leaving his pretty little tits and leaking cock to be rubbed raw against the soft sheets. dew’s crying because of course he is—somehow, since the shift, only aether can push him into the brink of weeping ecstasy, until his mouth is babbling nonsense because he’s been fucked to the point of incoherence; his mind now a fragmented battlefield, splintering, full of nothing but his worship to aether.

dewdrop feels smaller like this—his body pinned down by aether’s bulk. he can’t lash out, can’t fight back; aether drills and drills and drills, and the only thing dew can do is take it, slicked hole opening up for aether’s girth, swallowing him down until it feels like the wide cockhead is hitting the back of his throat.

aether croons to him; trills how dewdrop is so beautiful like this, all pliant and crying and helpless. it makes dew snarl, flames flickering awake again, but aether snuffs it out with candied words and gentle hands, and his cock bullying itself so deep in dewdrop that it makes dew’s leaking cock squirt. tiny sprays, his throat scrubbed ragged with another broken yell.

satanas, what a pretty firefly this one is.

[arkeusruin]

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[brokebonewritings]

Fixing you

Mountain x Fem!Reader

Tags/Warning: 18+, Language, Smut, Fluff

Summary: After a long afternoon of helping Mountain in the garden, he returns the favor by helping you shower until he smells another scent on you.

Word Count: 2.1K

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A/N: Dedicated to Rachel :)

You walk slowly back through the garden from the lake where you had just been with Swiss. He had begged you relentlessly to show him how to skip rocks and who were you to deny him. For being such a good teacher, he rewarded you by fucking you against the boulder along the lake’s shore.

As you emerge from the quiet, lush foliage in the golden dusk embrace, your heartbeat still echoes in your ears like the rhythm of a plucked harp string. The afterglow of his potent touch leaves you reeling, yet the warm, satisfied sensation fills you with an exhilarating grace.

In the distance you see a large figure walking alongside an elderly Primo. As the figure turns to look at you, you blush madly. Mountain, the earth ghoul, waves to you with one hand as the other holds a large bouquet of flowers. You wave back haphazardly just as Primo turns to see you. He stretches his hand out to you, beckoning you. Changing course, you walk over and happily take his arm.

���Cara, what were you doing out there by yourself.” The old man asks.

“Oh Primo, I was teaching Swiss how to skip rocks.” You respond, and notice Mountain stiffen at the mention of the other ghoul.

"Ah," Primo mutters, glancing at the imposing figure beside him. "Surely you know that it is not safe for you to be alone with that one, no matter how skilled you are with rocks."

Mountain grumbled something under his breath, but remained mostly silent as Primo put his arm around you and guided you back to the greenhouse.

“I have been thinking, Fiore, why don’t you help Mountain out here for the rest of the day?” Primo says as he grabs his bag from the small counter.

“But what about the duties that the Cardinal gave me?” You worry.

“Don’t worry about my silly little fratello. I will tell him our Earth ghoul requested some extra help.” He turns to the tall ghoul. “Take care of her, Mountain.” He requests before leaving the building.

You both stand in silence for a moment before he sets down the bouquet of flowers and walks to you, pressing himself against your chest.

“Did he hurt you?” He asks before brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You shake your head. “No, not that much anyways.”

You hear him growl lowly before turning away. He stalked away from you, leaving a void in your chest where his warmth had previously been. As he walks back to the garden, you follow closely behind him. He stops at an empty plot and he looks up to you.

“We need to plant some vegetables here for the winter.” He announces, voice deep. “I’ll have you watch for now.” 

You are left to watch him work, your curiosity piqued. He moves quickly, glancing back at you occasionally, and soon the soil around the plants is freshly turned and he begins planting seeds with practiced skill.

As you observe him, you realize that there is much more to this ghoul than meets the eye. Though he appears imposing and reserved, there is a gentleness in his movements that you find appealing.

For the remainder of the day, you work alongside Mountain, tending the garden and helping each other as needed. You find a strange comfort in his presence that you have never experienced with anyone else in the ministry.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden light over the greenhouse, you and Mountain stood side by side surveying the fruits of your labor. The once empty plot was now filled with neatly planted rows of winter vegetables, a testament to your combined efforts.

You reached out to brush a speck of dirt off his arm, he turned to look at you with eyes that seemed to hold a universe of emotions. Without a word, he took your hand in his, the touch sending shivers down your spine.

In that moment, surrounded by the quiet beauty of nature and the gentle presence of Mountain, you felt a connection deeper than anything you had ever known. It was as if fate had brought you together

“You’re filthy” He says in a whisper.

“Says the ghoul covered in soil”

“Fair point” He ponders. “Would you shower with me?”

You blush at his unexpected question but nod eagerly, feeling a rush of excitement at the thought of being so close to him again. As you both make your way inside the air between you crackles with tension, each step bringing you closer to a moment of intimacy that feels both thrilling and uncertain.

Once inside, you both make your way to the Ghoul den and into Mountain’s room. It was tidy, not like Swiss or Aether’s room. You sit on his arm chair as he goes to prepare the shower. After a few minutes, he calls for you. 

The bathroom is warm and inviting, steam already rising from the running water as Mountain adjusts the temperature. You watch as he undresses, revealing the powerful muscles that lie beneath his gray earth-stained skin.

As you undress and step into the shower beside him, the hot water cascades over your bodies, mingling with the dirt and grime that clings to your skin. Mountain reaches for a bar of soap, his touch surprisingly gentle as he begins to lather it against your back.

The sensation of his hands moving over your skin sends a thrill through you, awakening desires you never knew existed. His proximity is intoxicating, each brush of his body against yours igniting a flame you’ve never felt before. 

You close your eyes, losing yourself in the sensation of his touch and the warmth of the water surrounding you. Mountain's hands move with a purposeful tenderness, washing away not just the physical dirt but also the emotional weight that had settled within you.

As the soap bubbles slip down your skin, you turn to face him, meeting his intense gaze. There is a raw vulnerability in his eyes, a silent plea for understanding that tugs at something deep inside you.

Without a word, you reach out and run your fingers over the ridges of his spine, feeling the tension melt away under your touch. The air between you crackles with unspoken longing, a magnetic pull drawing you closer together.

Slowly, he pulls you towards him, your hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of the falling water. Your lips meet in a kiss that feels like homecoming, your bodies melding together as if they had been made for this moment.

You explore each other's bodies with reverence and desire. The soap slips away, replaced by the slick intimacy of your bodies pressed together, each touch igniting a fire within you that seems to burn brighter with every passing moment.

As the kiss deepens, he trails kisses down your neck before taking a deep inhale and growling against your skin. The grip he has on your lower back tightens as you try to pull away.

“Mounty… What’s wrong?” You ask worriedly.

“You still smell like him.” He growls louder. “Why him?” 

You whimper at the harshness of his tone. “I’m sorry! I wasn’t thinking” 

“Well I’m gonna fix that.” He bites against your throat. “I’m gonna fix you.”

Your heart races as you clasp your hands around Mountain's firm shoulders, trying to both push away and pull him closer at the same time.

“Please! Mountain!” You gasp, “I promise I won’t go alone with Swiss anymore!”

He grunts, not seeming appeased by your words. His claws move lower to grip your butt and hoist you up against the shower wall.

“I’ll make sure you never smell like him or Aether ever again.” Mountain growls, his eyes blazing with a mix of possessiveness, lust, and anger. The sheer force of his gaze leaves you breathless and trembling, but also incapable of resisting him.

You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer as he forces his erection right at your entrance. He thrusts into you, hard and fast, his muscles flexing as he takes you roughly against the slick tiled wall. The hot water splatters against your skin, providing a sensual counterpoint to the raw, animalistic nature of the act.

You moan loudly, your head falling back as you let yourself be taken by him. Each thrust is a surge of pleasure, an electric jolt that courses through your veins. You can't help but arch your back, meeting his every move.

Mountain pounds into you, his breath ragged and hoarse. His eyes never leave yours as he continues to thrust. Your body writhes and convulses as he takes you closer and closer to your release.

The room echoes with the sounds of your bodies meeting, the water mingling with the rhythm of your cries and gasps. His teeth graze your skin as he bites down, leaving a mark that will serve as a reminder of this night. The pain is mixed with pleasure, an exquisite blend that sends your senses into overdrive. 

Your hands dig into his back, nails scratching at the surface as the need to be closer, to be one with him, takes hold. The momentum of your lovemaking shifts, Mountain lifting you higher as he continues to thrust into you. One hand holding you tight around your waist while the other arm braces against the shower wall.

You're lost in the intensity when suddenly Mountain lets out a low growl, his eyes widening before they roll back. His body tenses, and you know in that moment that he's claiming you, marking you as his own.

Your body responds instinctively, your own breath growing ragged as the sensation of him inside you seems to grow even more intense. You feel your orgasm building, a fierce heat surging through your body, and you wrap your legs tighter around him, wanting to pull him even closer.

His sweat mingles with the water, creating a scent that's uniquely his, a heady mix of earth and sweat and something indefinable that speaks to your deepest desires.

As you reach the pinnacle of your pleasure, the room seems to shimmer around you. All sound fades away, leaving only the thundering rhythm of your hearts and the echoes of your bodies crashing against one another.

A look of ecstasy overtakes Mountain's features, his eyes locked on yours, his expression raw and unguarded. He thrusts harder and faster until finally a jolt of white-hot pleasure courses through you. 

You cry out, your body arching off Mountain's, your nails digging into his skin as he continues to thrust into you.

The pressure builds within him too, and just as your orgasm crests, Mountain releases a primal growl, his body convulsing against yours. His release envelopes your every sense.

A tremble runs through your body as you feel him fill you. Your body shivers as he pulls out, the water washing away his essence, leaving only the lingering memory of the connection you've just shared.

As your breath returns to normal, your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close. You kiss him deeply, your bodies still shaking with the aftershocks of your passion.

Slowly, you break the kiss, gazing into his eyes. His lips still parted ever so slightly, as he brushes a hand against your cheek.

“Did I hurt you?” He asks softly.

You smile up at him, “You could never hurt me.”

He smiles back at you. It's clear he's claimed you, and you feel safe and cherished in his arms.

He leads you out of the shower, wrapping you in a large towel as you step onto the cool stone floor.

As you both dry off and dress, the tension between you dissipates, replaced with a newfound sense of intimacy and understanding. Mountain hugs you close, his arms tight around your waist, and you feel a stab of something like relief and gratitude.

He leads you into his bedroom, still wrapped in his embrace, and the two of you lying down on the bed together. He pulls you close, nuzzling his face into your neck, and you can feel his heartbeat against your skin.

“I’m gonna scent you the rest of the night.” He mumbles against your skin.

“I’m gonna reek of you tomorrow though.”

Mountain chuckles softly, holding you closer. "I'll make sure that's not a problem. If anyone comes close, they'll know you're mine."

You nod against his chest, feeling comforted and content. "I like the sound of that."

A gentle kiss presses against your cheek, and he pulls back to look into your eyes. "What do you say we get some rest? We'll have plenty of time to talk when the sun rises."

You smile at him, the weight of the world seemingly lifted off your shoulders. "Sounds like a plan."

As you snuggle up to him, the warm glow of the fireplace casting a fiery hue on the room, you drift off to sleep, scented and claimed by the one who means the most to you.

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[autumnblooms]

“Just colleagues…friends…nothing more”

I’m back with more midwest emo ghouls, this time with some Dew/Aeon cuddling, possibly after their first time together. Both feeling so at peace after finally breaking the tension that’s been lingering for months, but also laughing at themselves for the cliche of falling for their coworker and trying not to think about what they’ll tell Rain or how dynamics might change at Mass

[sister-juniper]

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[hanalyrata]

Do It Yourself - Swiss & Dewdrop - NSFW / MDNI

Pairing: Swiss/Dewdrop

Summary: A little jealousy goes a long way, or: how Dewdrop learned he was a switch.

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The tension between them had been building for weeks.

Swiss had always loved Dewdrop’s sharp tongue, the biting sarcasm, and the fire in his eyes when he got riled up. It was part of who Dew was—prickly on the outside, a swirling molten heat underneath. But the edges had grown sharper as of late, cutting a little too deeply.

And Swiss had had enough.

It wasn’t just one thing said, a sharp insult, a quip here and there, but a hundred little things added up. The curt replies and sarcastic digs that didn’t quite feel playful anymore, the way Dew seemed to be deliberately pushing his buttons during rehearsals. And tonight, Dew pushed a little too hard.

“Maybe if you stopped showing off for five fucking minutes, you’d actually keep time,” Dew had snapped, his tone acid enough to make Rain cast a nervous glance between them.

Swiss had opened his mouth to retort, but Papa’s arrival silenced them both. The rest of the rehearsal passed in tense silence, Swiss’s jaw tight and Dew practically vibrating with unspoken frustration.

When it was finally over, Dew was the first to leave, storming off toward his room without a glance at anyone else.

Swiss didn’t follow immediately. He waited, lingering in the empty practice space, running his hands through his hair as he tried to rein in his simmering irritation. There was more to this, he could feel it.

--

By the time Swiss made it to Dew’s room, the irritation had boiled over into something molten, sharper, and far more dangerous. He didn’t bother knocking, just pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Dew sat cross-legged on his bed, his guitar in his lap, absently plucking at the strings. He didn’t look up as he spoke, “What do you want?” he asked, his tone flat, but there was a challenge in it.

Swiss shut the door behind him, the soft click echoing louder than it should have in the small space, “We need to talk,”

Dew raised an eyebrow, his fingers pausing on the strings, he still refused to look up, “About what? How your ego can’t handle a little criticism?”

Swiss’s eyes darkened and he took a step closer, “About how you’ve been acting like an asshole lately.”

Dew set the guitar aside, swinging his legs off the bed as he stood to face Swiss, “Oh, I’m the asshole? You’ve been ignoring me for weeks, Swiss. Like I don’t even exist to you anymore,”

He stepped closer, his irritation growing further as he noticed the taller ghoul take a step back, “Do I repulse you, is that it? I’m fine for a casual fuck here and there, but the moment a new ghoul is summoned, I’m cast aside?”

Swiss raised an eyebrow. Oh, so that’s what it was.

“That’s not fair, Dew,” Swiss shot back, his voice rising, “You’ve been going out of your way to piss me off, and I’m done pretending it’s fine.”

Dew’s lips curled into a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes, “What, can’t handle a little heat? Poor Swiss, always so perfect, always so calm. Maybe you’re not as unshakable as you like to pretend.”

Swiss’s patience snapped. In a heartbeat, he closed the gap between them, his hand gripping Dew’s chin firmly but not harshly, tilting his head up to meet his gaze, “You want to see me shaken?” Swiss asked, his voice low and dangerous, the kind of tone that usually sent shivers down Dew’s spine, “Careful what you wish for, firefly.”

Dew’s eyes widened slightly at the nickname, but he didn’t back down. If anything, he leaned into the challenge, his smirk sharpening, “What are you gonna do, Swiss? Prove me wrong? Send you back to your precious little bug?”

And their game had begun.

Swiss’s lips curled into a wicked grin, and before Dew could say another word, Swiss pushed him back onto the bed, pinning him down with ease. Dew let out a startled noise, his hands coming up to push at Swiss’s shoulders, but Swiss caught his wrists, pinning them above his head with one hand.

“You want to keep mouthing off?” Swiss murmured, his face close to Dew’s, his voice a low growl, “Or are you finally ready to shut up and listen?”

Dew huffed, his eyes blazing as he glared up at Swiss, “Make me,” he said, his voice defiant but shaky.

Swiss’s grin widened, “Gladly.”

He leaned down, capturing Dew’s lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. Dew resisted at first, his teeth grazing before biting harshly into Swiss’s bottom lip in a token display of defiance, but it didn’t last long. Swiss’s free hand moved to Dew’s hip, gripping it hard enough to bruise as he deepened the kiss, swallowing the smaller ghoul’s soft, reluctant whimper.

When Swiss finally pulled back, Dew was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His glare had softened into something more uncertain, but the fire was still there, burning bright.

“You done fighting me yet?” Swiss asked, his voice softer now but no less intense.

Dew didn’t answer immediately, his lips slightly parted as he stared up at Swiss. Finally, he shook his head, his smirk returning, “Not a chance.”

Swiss barely gave Dew a moment to catch his breath before flipping him onto his stomach with a firm, fluid motion. The smaller ghoul let out a yelp, his cheek pressing into the mattress as Swiss straddled the back of his thighs, pinning him down.

“Swiss, what the fu—” Dew started, his voice muffled by the sheets.

“Nuh uh,” Swiss cut him off sharply, his hand pressing to the side of Dew’s head, keeping him flat against the bed. His tone was low and commanding, carrying no room for argument, “You’re going to shut the fuck up for once and listen.”

Dew stiffened beneath him, his fingers curling into the sheets as Swiss’s words sent a jolt of something electric through him. He squirmed, trying to push himself up, but Swiss’s grip only tightened, fingers tangling in his hair with a rough pull.

“You’re wrong, by the way,” Swiss growled, leaning down so his lips brushed against Dew’s ear, “Phantom? Nah, only you can take what I give you and still come crawling back for more,”

Dew’s heart was racing, blood pounding in his ears as his breath came faster when Swiss’s weight settled more firmly on top of him.

“Fuck you,” he spat, though the words lacked their usual venom.

Swiss chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against Dew’s back as he slid his hand down to grab the hem of Dew’s shirt, fingers sliding just under to scratch at pale skin, “Oh, I intend to.”

The fabric was yanked up and over Dew’s head in one swift motion, leaving his torso bare. Swiss’s hands roamed over his exposed skin, warm and rough down his spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Then came the bites—sharp and punishing, his teeth sinking into the curve of Dew’s shoulder, the back of his neck, the soft flesh just above his ribs in a way that left him gasping, body jerking under each press of Swiss’s fangs.

His fingers dug into the sheets, face half-buried in the mattress as he let out a shaky breath.

“Look at you,” Swiss murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he leaned back to admire the fresh marks, a deep purple blooming on Dew’s pale skin, “All bark, no bite.”

Before Dew could respond, Swiss leaned forward again, his hands bracketing Dew’s sides as he kissed a slow, biting trail down his spine. He paused at the waistband of Dew’s jeans, his teeth catching on the fabric as he tugged it down just enough to reveal the top of his hips.

“Swiss, get the fuck off me,” Dew snarled, his voice muffled against the mattress as he struggled beneath the larger ghoul. His body twisted, legs kicking futilely, and his arms pressed against the bed to push himself up.

Swiss didn’t budge. Instead, his palm returned, pressing more firmly against the back of Dew’s head, pinning him down, “Stop fucking fighting me, Dew,” Swiss growled, a low rumble that sent a shiver down Dew’s spine and with a sharp tug, pulled his jeans off, tossing them unceremoniously to the side.

“I said—” Dew tried again, his tone defiant, but Swiss wasn’t having it.

“Enough,” Swiss snapped, cutting him off. His hand slipped around gripping Dew’s jaw and forcing his mouth open. Before Dew could hurl another protest, Swiss slid two fingers past his lips, pressing down against his tongue.

Dew’s muffled curses turned into garbled noises as he instinctively bit down, his teeth grazing Swiss’s fingers. Swiss only smirked, his head lowering so his lips were close to Dew’s ear, “You want to keep running that mouth?” he murmured, his voice dark and dangerously soft, “Let’s see how well you talk now.”

Dew’s eyes blazed with frustration, but his glare lost some of its edge as his tongue moved instinctively against Swiss’s fingers. Swiss pressed them deeper, slow and deliberate, his thumb brushing against the corner of Dew’s mouth.

“Yeah, that’s better,” Swiss murmured, his tone laced with satisfaction as Dew’s growls faded into muffled breaths, “You always have so much to say, don’t you? Never know when to quit.”

Dew glared up at him from the corner of his eye, his muffled noises vibrating against Swiss’s fingers. He squirmed again, but the fight in his movements was weakening, the heat in his defiance mixing with something else entirely.

Swiss smirked, pulling his fingers out just enough to let Dew take a breath before pushing them back in, watching the way Dew’s lips parted reluctantly to accommodate him, “Look at you,” he murmured, his free hand trailing down Dew’s spine, “Finally quiet, should’ve done this sooner.”

Dew made another noise of protest, but it didn’t carry the same weight as before. His cheeks flushed, his breathing uneven as Swiss’s fingers lingered in his mouth, teasing and controlling all at once.

“Good boy,” Swiss said softly, his voice warm but commanding, “You can’t win this, firefly. So stop pretending this wasn’t why you provoked me.”

Dew let out a muffled groan, his body relaxing slightly against the mattress. Swiss grinned, pulling his fingers from Dew’s mouth and dragging his thumb across Dew’s wet lips, “That’s what I thought,” he said, his tone dripping with triumph.

But Dew, ever stubborn, managed a hoarse, “Go to hell,” before biting at Swiss’s thumb just enough to remind him he wasn’t entirely broken yet.

Swiss laughed, low and dark, the sound vibrating against Dew’s back as he leaned in closer, “Oh, firefly,” he murmured, his teeth grazing Dew’s shoulder, “I’ll drag you there with me if I have to.”

Swiss leaned down, his breath hot against the back of Dew’s neck as his hand tightened its grip on the smaller ghoul’s hip. Dew’s body was tense, coiled like a spring beneath him, but Swiss had him pinned exactly where he wanted.

“One word, firecracker,” Swiss murmured, his tone a commanding challenge, “One word, and I leave you here. Unsatisfied. Unfinished.” His lips curled into a wicked smirk as he felt the smaller ghoul's body still beneath him.

Dew’s breath hitched, a mix of frustration and heat blooming in his chest. He wanted to tell Swiss to fuck off, to shove him away and reclaim the upper hand—but the threat in the multi's voice, the promise of being left wanting, struck something deep.

“You wouldn’t,” Dew spat, though his voice wavered slightly.

Swiss stilled, his grip on Dew loosening as he let out a frustrated sigh, sitting back on his heels, then sliding off the bed entirely.

“What—?” Dew began, propping himself up on his elbows, only for Swiss to cut him off.

“You know,” Swiss said, his tone calm but laced with irritation, “I’m done with having to do all the work,” he turned on his heel, running a hand through his hair before sinking into the nearby chair. His golden eyes stayed locked on Dewdrop, a mix of challenge and expectation flickering in them.

“You want me to fuck you?” Swiss continued, leaning back and spreading his legs in an exaggerated display of ease, a smirk tilting the corner of his mouth. His piercing gaze didn’t waver, “Do it yourself.”

Dew blinked, momentarily stunned, “Excuse me?” he sat up fully now, his cheeks flushed with a mix of indignation and incredulity.

“You heard me,” Swiss’s tone was maddeningly casual, his lips curving into a smirk, “You’re always running your mouth, always fighting me like a fucking brat. Fine. You want it so bad? Do it yourself.”

The air between them was thick, palpating, electric. Dew’s mind reeled, every part of him torn between irritation and the undeniable pull of Swiss’s challenge. He clenched his jaw, eyes narrowing as he sat up on his knees, glaring at Swiss.

Swiss raised an eyebrow, leaning his elbow on the armrest of the chair and resting his chin in his hand, “I’m waiting, firefly.”

Dew’s heart pounded in his chest, but he wasn’t about to back down.

With deliberate movements, Dew slid off the bed, the cool air prickling his skin as he stood in front of Swiss. The taller ghoul didn’t move, his smirk widening as he watched Dew with an infuriating confidence that made Dew’s hands itch.

Then it dawned on him. A chance he didn’t get often.

“Do it myself, huh?” Dew said, his voice dripping with mock sweetness as he straddled Swiss’s lap, his knees sinking into the chair on either side of Swiss’s thighs, “Fine.”

Swiss’s hands moved instinctively to Dew’s hips, but Dew swatted them away, grabbing Swiss’s wrists and pinning them to the chair’s armrests, “No touching,” Dew said, his tone firm.

Swiss chuckled, his dark eyes glinting with amusement, “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice low, teasing, “Finally stepping up.”

Dew ignored him, leaning in, his lips brushing against Swiss’s ear as he whispered, “You wanted this. Don’t you dare complain now,” his fingers moved quickly, unbuttoning the multi's shirt, giving him little chance to protest before digging his nails into the skin beneath.

Swiss shivered under him, his smirk faltering just enough to give Dew a surge of confidence. He moved deliberately, grinding down against Swiss’s lap, the friction sending sparks through both of them.

Swiss let out a low growl, his fingers twitching against the armrests, “Fuck, Dew,” he muttered, his voice rough.

Dew shifted on Swiss’s lap, the mischievous glint in his eyes sharp enough to cut,

“Aw, poor Swiss,” Dew cooed, his voice laced with mock sympathy as he rolled his hips against Swiss’s lap, “So used to being in control, aren’t you? How’s it feel to be on the other side for once?”

Before Swiss could retort, Dew rocked his hips again, slow and deep, drawing a strained sound from Swiss’s throat. Dew’s grin widened, satisfaction blooming in his chest as he felt Swiss’s restraint slipping beneath him.

“You always think you have so much control,” Dew continued, his voice quiet but cutting, “Always barking orders, always calling the shots. Well, not tonight," He leaned back just enough to meet Swiss’s gaze, his eyes blazing with heat and defiance, “Tonight, you’re mine.”

With that, Dew reached down, dragging his nails lightly over Swiss’s chest, a contrast to his earlier digging, the sensation making Swiss tense beneath him. He let his hands wander, skimming over Swiss’s stomach and just barely brushing the waistband of his jeans.

Swiss’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he fought to keep control, “Dew,” he warned, his voice strained.

“What?” Dew asked, his lips ghosting over Swiss’s, “You don’t like being teased? Because you’re usually so good at dishing it out.”

He shifted again, grinding down harder this time, the friction making Swiss’s head fall back against the chair. Dew took the opportunity to lean in, his teeth grazing Swiss’s neck before biting down, hard enough to leave a mark.

Swiss let out a sharp breath, his body tensing as Dew pulled back, satisfaction written all over his face, “That’s more like it,” Dew said, his voice dripping with triumph, “You look so good when you’re barely holding it together.”

Dew wasn’t done yet. He pulled back, his fingers trailing down Swiss’s chest again, purposefully slow, teasing every inch of exposed skin. He watched as Swiss’s composure continued to fray, his restraint unravelling with every touch, every roll of Dew’s hips.

“Beg,” Dew said suddenly, his voice sharp and commanding.

Swiss’s eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face, “You’re kidding,” his voice wavered in a way that made Dew’s stomach flip, though he kept his composure, tilting his head with a growing smirk,

“Do I look like I’m kidding?”

He leaned back just enough to slide his hands down his own torso, his sharp eyes locked onto Swiss’s. The taller ghoul was still sprawled in the chair, muscles taut and trembling with effort to not break, his chest rising and falling with each laboured breath. Dew’s smirk was wolfish, the glint in his eyes sharp enough to make Swiss’s pulse race.

“You asked for this,” Dew said, his voice low and teasing as his fingers slipped to the waistband of Swiss’s jeans, “Wanted me to do the work, right?”

Dew took his time, unbuttoning Swiss’s jeans with maddening slowness, dragging the zipper down inch by agonizing inch, the sound almost deafening amongst the tension. He made sure to keep his gaze locked with Swiss’s, savouring the flicker of heat and frustration in those dark eyes.

When Swiss’s cock was finally free, Dew couldn’t help but let out a low, appreciative hum, his fingers curling around the base, “All this just for me,” he chuckled, his thumb brushing over the piercing near the tip, catching the slick of pre that had bubbled up. Swiss twitched beneath him, a strained sound escaping his throat.

Without another word, Dew shifted, sitting back slightly as his free hand trailed down his own body. He leaned back further, giving Swiss an unobstructed view as he reached back up and slipped his fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva, his eyes never leaving Swiss’s.

Swiss’s breath hitched, his eyes glued to the way Dew’s lips parted around his own fingers, how his tongue flicked against them. He swore under his breath, feeling himself unravelling with every second that passed.

Dew pulled his fingers free with a wet pop, smirking at the way Swiss’s gaze darkened, “Like what you see?” he teased, reaching back to slip his slick fingers between his thighs.

“Fuck, Dew,” Swiss muttered, his voice strained as he watched Dew’s fingers disappear, pressing into himself with an ease that made Swiss’s head spin.

Dew let out a soft, breathy moan, his head tilting back as he worked himself open. His hips shifted slightly, his movements slow and teasing, knowing full well what it was doing to the multi, “You wanted me to do the work,” he reminded, his voice pitching slightly higher as his fingers pressed deeper, “So sit there and watch.”

Swiss groaned, his nails digging into the armrests as his body screamed for him to turn the tables, to just give in and pin the fire ghoul down and take what he wanted. But he held on,

“You’re a fucking menace,” he ground out, his voice rough.

And he wasn’t wrong. Swiss was utterly undone, his body trembling as he watched Dew move, every sound and every motion driving him closer to the edge. He swore under his breath, his chest heaving as he fought to keep control, but Dew wasn’t about to let him off that easily.

“Go ahead,” Dew whispered, his voice soft but commanding, “Say it. Tell me how much you want it.”

Swiss growled low in his throat, his pride warring with his need. But as Dew rocked his hips and let out another soft moan, Swiss knew he was fighting a losing battle.

“Dew,” he said, his voice rough and desperate, “if you don’t stop teasing me…” He was so hard it hurt, and watching Dew unravel himself in front of him was both the most exquisite torture and the hottest thing he’d ever witnessed.

Dew grinned, leaning in just enough to brush his lips against Swiss’s ear, “You’ll do what, exactly?” he whispered, his voice dripping with mischief.

Dew didn’t relent, his steel eyes burning with amusement and lust as he pushed himself further, deliberately working his fingers inside himself with a rhythm that had Swiss teetering on the edge of madness. Every moan, every subtle movement of Dew’s hips, was calculated to drive Swiss insane.

Swiss’s jaw clenched, his breathing ragged as he watched Dew, his dark eyes following every movement. His cock twitched painfully, the piercing glinting in the dim light, pre making it shine brightly as a string of curses spilled from his lips.

“Fuck, Dew, just let me touch you,” Swiss finally rasped, his restraint hanging by a thread.

Dew laughed breathlessly, the sound breaking into a moan as he shifted his hips again, pushing himself down further against his fingers, the wet squelch reverberating between them and Swiss felt his stomach flip at the sound. He leaned back to brace himself against Swiss’s knees as he slowed his movements just enough to make Swiss squirm.

Dew tilted his head, his expression softening for just a moment as he watched Swiss writhe beneath him, “I could stop,” he offered, his tone mock-innocent, “Leave you like this. Unsatisfied. Like you threatened me.”

Swiss’s eyes snapped open, glaring at Dew with a mix of frustration and desperation, “Don’t you fucking dare,” he warned, his voice low.

Dew laughed again, a genuine sound this time, as he leaned forward, his fingers still working inside himself, “Satanas, you’re so easy,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to Swiss’s jaw, his teeth grazing the skin just enough to leave a faint mark.

Swiss let out a sharp breath, his body trembling with the effort to stay still, “Dew, please,” he said finally, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

Dew froze for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise before a slow, wicked smile spread across his face, “Did you just beg?” he asked, a triumphant lilt to his voice.

Swiss growled again, his cheeks flushing slightly as he turned his head away, “Don’t push it,” he muttered, but the edge in his voice was gone, replaced by raw need.

Dew didn’t push further—not with words, at least. Instead, he shifted, pulling his fingers free and reaching down again to grasp Swiss’s cock, aligning himself with calculated slowness.

Swiss sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes snapping back to Dew as the smaller ghoul sank down onto him in one smooth motion. The feeling of Dew’s heat, his tightness, was overwhelming, and Swiss’s hands finally shot forward, gripping Dew’s hips with bruising force.

“Finally,” Dew muttered, his voice a mix of satisfaction and relief as he settled in Swiss’s lap, his body pressing flush against the larger ghoul’s.

Dew smirked down at Swiss, a flicker of devilish amusement dancing in his eyes. He rolled his hips achingly slow, drawing a guttural sound from the ghoul beneath him.

“No rushing, Swiss,” Dew murmured, his voice a low, teasing purr, “I’m going to take my time.”

The drag of Dew’s body was almost too much to bear, each roll of his hips sending white-hot pleasure through Swiss’s entire body. His cock throbbed inside Dew, the piercing catching in a way that made his head spin, his vision blur.

Swiss’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he groaned, the need to move, to do something, nearly overwhelming. Dew caught the action and raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he leaned down, his breath warm against Swiss’s face.

Swiss’s hands tightened on Dew’s hips, his thumbs scratching into Dew’s skin as he fought to keep himself grounded, “Dew, for the love of everything, just—”

“Just what?” Dew interrupted, his tone sharp as he slowed to an almost unbearable crawl, “You’re the one who wanted me to take the lead. If you’re regretting that, tough luck.”

Swiss groaned, his head falling back against the chair. His teeth caught his bottom lip again, biting down hard enough to draw blood this time. The sharp metallic taste filled his mouth, but he didn’t care—anything to keep himself from breaking completely.

Dew noticed, of course. He leaned forward again, his fingers brushing over Swiss’s jaw as he tilted his head back to meet his gaze, “Hey,” he said softly, his teasing tone momentarily replaced by something gentler, “Don’t do that.”

Swiss’s eyes flickered to Dew’s, his frustration tempered slightly by the concern he saw there, “Then stop teasing me.”

Dew laughed softly, pressing a quick kiss to Swiss’s swollen lip before pulling back, “Not a chance,” he said, his smirk returning as he resumed his maddeningly slow movements.

Swiss was barely holding on, his body taut and trembling as Dew continued to work him into a frenzy. Each slow, deliberate motion of Dew’s hips was maddening, pushing him right to the precipice before pulling back just enough to leave him aching for more.

Then, just as Swiss felt himself teeter on the edge of bliss, Dewdrop stopped moving entirely. He sat, perfectly still, his eyes glinting with mischief as he watched the realization and frustration flash across Swiss’s face.

“Dew,” Swiss growled, his voice rough and low, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Dew smirked, pressing his hands against Swiss’s chest, holding him in place, “Taking my time,” he murmured, his voice soft but teasing, “You’re not in a hurry, are you?”

Swiss’s gaze followed as Dew slowly trailed a hand down his own torso, his breath hitching as Dew’s fingers wrapped around his own length, stroking himself in slow, languid motions.

The sight was devastating. The way Dew’s eyes flickered with heat, the way his lips parted as he let out a soft, breathy moan—it was all too much. And yet, Swiss couldn’t look away.

“You look good like this,” Dew said, his voice low and smug as he kept his hand moving, his strokes deliberate and unhurried, “All wound up and desperate. Bet you didn’t think I could turn the tables on you, huh?”

Swiss’s growl deepened, his nails biting into Dew’s hips, leaving crescents, as he fought to keep control. The heat, the tightness, the wet warmth of Dew surrounding him was a constant, agonizing reminder of how close he was—and yet Dew refused to give him what he needed to tip over the edge.

“Dew,” Swiss rasped, his voice a raw plea, “Please.”

Dew tilted his head, pretending to consider it as his hand continued its torturous pace, “I don’t know,” he pondered, squeezing a bead of pre from his tip, relishing in the way he caught the almost feral look it pulled from the multi-ghoul, “I think I’m doing a pretty good job at this pace.”

The tension was palpable, a taut string ready to snap.

“Say it again,” Dew said suddenly, seemingly snapping Swiss back to reality.

Swiss frowned, his frustration momentarily eclipsed by confusion, “Say what?”

Dew’s grin turned wicked, his strokes slowing even further, “Beg,” he said, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction, “Beg me, Swiss. Let me hear it.”

Swiss’s pride warred with his need, but as Dew shifted again, his body squeezing around Swiss in a way that made his vision blur, he knew then that he was defeated.

“Dew, please,” Swiss said, his voice hoarse, desperate, “Don’t stop. Don’t tease. Just—please.”

Swiss was trembling now, his whole body taut with desperation as Dew sat firmly in his lap, rolling his hips again, but only once. The heat, the wetness, the way Dew gripped him so perfectly—it was overwhelming. He couldn’t think, couldn’t speak without stumbling over his words. Every movement Dew made pushed him closer to the brink, only for the smaller ghoul to hold him there, refusing to give him the release he was so achingly close to.

Finally, Swiss couldn’t take it anymore. He surged forward, wrapping his arms around Dew and pulling him in tight. His face pressed against Dew’s chest and he let out a broken, needy sound as he felt the cool metal of Dew’s nipple piercings against his lips.

Dew froze for a moment, surprised by the sudden intensity, before a grin spread across his face, “Getting a little desperate, huh?” he teased, his voice breathy but sharp.

Swiss didn’t answer with words. Instead, his mouth latched onto one of Dew’s pierced nipples, his tongue flicking over the sensitive metal and soft flesh. Dew hissed sharply, his fingers tangling in Swiss’s hair as the multi ghoul suckled at him, his lips closing around the piercing with just enough pressure to make Dew shudder.

“Fuck, Swiss,” Dew gasped, his confidence wavering as Swiss’s lips moved to the other nipple, his teeth grazing the piercing.

Swiss’s voice was muffled against Dew’s chest, his words broken and stuttering as he fought to form coherent sentences between moans, “Dew, please,” he begged, his voice rough and trembling, “Let me—ngh—let me come. Please. I can’t—fuck—I can’t take it anymore.”

Dew’s eyes flashed with something between amusement and desire, his hips rolling just right to make Swiss choke on his words, “You’re not there yet,” Dew tilted his head, “Not until I say so.”

Swiss whined against his skin, his teeth catching on the metal of Dew’s piercing before he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against Dew’s chest. His breath was ragged, his body trembling as he tightened his grip around Dew, holding him like a lifeline.

“Please, Dew,” he said again, his voice breaking as he looked up at the smaller ghoul with desperate, pleading eyes, “Firefly, I’ll do anything. Just let me come. Let me come inside you. Please.”

“Anything?” Dew echoed, his grin returning as he rolled his hips again, slow and deliberate, making Swiss moan brokenly against him, “That’s a dangerous promise.”

Swiss didn’t care. He couldn’t care. All he could do was hold onto Dew, his lips brushing over the smaller ghoul’s skin as he whispered a string of pleas, his voice hoarse and trembling, “Yes, anything. Please, Dew. I need you. I need to—fuck—I need to come. Please.”

Dew’s heart raced at the sheer desperation in Swiss’s voice, and he couldn’t deny the satisfaction that came with seeing the larger ghoul so completely undone beneath him. But even he couldn’t hold out much longer, the intensity of Swiss’s pleas and the heat of his lips against his chest threatening to push him over the edge as well.

“Alright,” Dew said finally, his voice soft as he leaned down to press a kiss to Swiss’s forehead, “You can come. But only because you begged so nicely.”

Swiss let out a choked sob of relief, his hands tightening on Dew’s hips as the smaller ghoul began to move in earnest, setting a rhythm that sent them both spiralling toward release. And when Swiss finally let go, his whole body tensing as he spilled inside Dew, the sound of his broken moan and the feel of his arms tightening around him sent Dew over the edge right after him.

--

Swiss pressed his face into Dew’s chest, his lips brushing over the smaller ghoul’s piercings in a soft, almost reverent gesture as they both came down from the high. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, arms still loosely wrapped around Dew, who was now slumped against him, forehead pushing against his collarbone, equally worn out.

For a few long moments, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing between them. Then, Swiss let out a low chuckle, his voice rough and incredulous as he tilted his head to look down at Dew.

“Where the hell have you been hiding that?” he asked, his lips quirking into a crooked grin despite his exhaustion.

Dew, still catching his breath, tilted his head back to meet Swiss’s gaze. His eyes were hooded, golden strands of hair sticking to his damp forehead, but there was a glint of satisfaction in his expression, “What, you thought I didn’t have it in me?” he asked, his voice laced with smugness.

Swiss blinked, his grin widening, “Honestly? Yeah,” he admitted, “You’re such a snarky little shit all the time—I didn’t think you’d ever take the reins like that. Let alone do it so goddamn well.”

Swiss had barely caught his breath when Dew finally shifted, lifting himself off Swiss with an air of casual satisfaction. Swiss’s hands twitched, half-instinctively reaching for him again, but he stopped when his gaze caught the sight of Dew straightening, his legs wobbling just slightly as he turned away from Swiss, and—

Swiss groaned low in his throat, his eyes fixed on Dew’s thigh. The unmistakable mess of what they’d just done was trickling down, catching the light and the sight punched the air out of Swiss’s lungs.

“Fuck,” Swiss muttered, his head falling back against the chair for a moment before he forced himself to sit up straighter, his eyes trailing up Dew’s form.

Dew caught the look immediately. He turned his head to glance back at Swiss, eyes gleaming as he caught him staring, “What?” his tone was quizzical, dripping with faux innocence.

When he received no answer, Dew smirked, tilting his head, the movement drawing Swiss’s eyes back down to the long trail, a mix of Dew’s slick and Swiss’s spend,

“What, this?”

Dew feigned nonchalance as he ran a finger along his inner thigh, purposefully smearing it further.

Swiss swore under his breath, “You’re doing this on purpose,” he accused, his voice strained.

“Maybe,” Dew said, his smirk widening as he turned fully to face Swiss again, his hands settling on his hips, “But you can’t blame me, can you? You’re the one who couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

Swiss huffed out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief, “Can you blame me?” he shot back, gesturing at Dew as if that explained everything, “Look at you. You’re... fucking perfect.”

That made Dew falter, his smugness dimming as a faint blush rose to his cheeks, “Don’t start getting all sappy on me now,” he muttered, his voice softening.

Swiss’s grin widened, and he reached out to grab Dew’s wrist, tugging him forward until he was standing between Swiss’s knees, “You can be an asshole all you want,” Swiss said, his voice low and sincere as he looked up at Dew, “You’re still mine,” he punctuated his words with a soft kiss to the smaller ghoul's hip, "and I'll still be a sap."

Dew’s lips twitched into a faint smile despite himself and he leaned down to press a quick, almost shy kiss to Swiss’s forehead, “Yeah,” he murmured, his voice soft, “Yours.”

Swiss groaned again, his hands sliding up Dew’s thighs as he pulled him closer, “You’re gonna have to clean up before I drag you back to bed,” he said, his voice teasing but thick with affection, “Because if you keep looking at me like that, we’re not gonna leave this room for hours.”

Dew laughed, the sound lighter than it had been in weeks and he leaned into Swiss’s touch, his fingers tangling into his hair, “Fine,” he relented, his voice soft but full of warmth, “But don’t think this means I’m done with you.”

Swiss smirked in return, his dark eyes gleaming as he tilted his head up to look at Dew,

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Dew being insecure and dysphoric about his small bottom growth and Aether proceeding to give him the sloppiest most gender affirming blowjob the world has ever seen

[emmaspadoodles]

New Cover Art for TOS Contract on AO3! (+18 Readers only)

For anyone interested in reading Green’s on-going fic, it’s got 28 chapters out starring Terzo and Omega navigating the end of an era. :)

One of my favorite pieces to work on! Here’s the drawing process below because time-lapses are cool as fuck.

[ghostisun]

going mad but—

dewdrop riding swiss. dewdrop riding swiss while the multi ghoul maps out his body with his bigger hands; his callused thumbs dimpling dew's flushed skin, and his long nails leaving red lines over dew's sternum.

he cups the underside of dew's chest.

"fuck—ah!���off," dew hisses, tail whipping behind him.

but swiss can't hear him, too engrossed at the sight that dew's tits make; all pretty with his piercings, twinkling with every light snagged from the fracture in the window, the moon bright and all-seeing.

swiss is snarling and he doesn't even know.

it makes dewdrop clench around him, heavy gasps torn from the base of his throat to spill between him and swiss—something sacred. a shared secret.

he hiccups, overwhelmed, feeling his ecstasy bloat, building, peaking.

dew clasps a hand atop swiss', tugging. swiss allows him, of course he does. dew is spoiled, loved, by swiss. by all of them, in fact, but tonight is swiss' night, and tonight he wants more from swiss.

more of his anger. of his fire.

he wants to be the one to feel it; to taste the embers that dew usually gives out. he wants to be the one to breathe in the smoke, to be the one filled with the miasma. he wants to—

he wants to feel like the water ghoul he once was.

swiss watches him, enraptured, as dew guides his hand up, up, up until dew curls it over the base of his head where the ends of his hair are most sensitive.

"dewy?" swiss asks, his voice heady and gruff.

"pull," dew whispers in reply. it is a demand, by all accounts, but swiss knows what it really is.

a plea.

"oh, lilith," swiss croons, his fingers digging into dew's scalp. "anythin' f'r you."

[siouxbauhaus]

I'd read a post from @writingjourney about how fan fiction and fan art creators do they not recive all the recognition they deserve.

This post is for all of us that share with us little pieces of art. Because you have made me have good times in not so good times.

And I want to share my gratitude and my support.

This is a little sample

@foxybouquet @delulluart @dewymorningstar @her-satanic-wiles

Feel free to add creators

[moronwithoutmo]

Go-goat's Milk

Pairings: Aether/Dew, Aether/Swiss, Aether/Mountain Rated E Featuring: Male lactation, lactation kink discovery, the ghouls thirsting after Aether, they care about each other, milking, two person hand job Word Count: 3.6k

Aether experiences made-up demon biology fuckery. Dew, Swiss, and Mountain are concerned and horny.

link to the fic on ao3

18+ content below the cut

Aether 1

Aether was sitting in mass, spacing out. He had felt off all day, but did not know why. As he stared up at the vaulted ceiling listening to Papa's voice, he felt an odd sensation in his chest. His pecs had felt quite swollen the whole day even though he hadn't worked out and it made him wonder if he'd pulled a muscle. As the sensation intensified, he realized the feeling wasn't in his muscles, but somewhere more internal. His brow creased when a tingle ran to his nipples. He discreetly reached a hand up to massage the sore area and froze when the sensation of leaking triggered his nerves. His breath quickened and he squeezed his chest tighter to investigate. Aether swallowed as warmth registered in his brain. Warmth? Was that... wetness? What was on his chest... There's no way it could be... that he could be-

Aether shook his head minutely to clear it and sneaked a glance down. Holy shit. His shirt was wet. Around his nipples. The big ghoul sat in the wooden pew next to some siblings trying to manage his breathing. How was this happening? Aether controlled himself and moved his shoulders up and forward in an attempt to hide the worst of it from view, but that only succeeded in increasing the flow of the liquid (milk? Oh, Satan). He made it through to the end of midnight mass, but instead of conversing with his favorite sorella or Papa, he dashed out of the chapel.

Dewdrop

Little did he know, Dewdrop, ever the observant ghoul, had noticed early on when Aether's demeanor changed. His posture indicated stress and when the fire ghoul flicked his forked tongue out to scent the air, it came back laden with the essence of panic. He was immediately concerned for his friend. Dew aimed his full attention at Aether to analyze the situation and was quickly overwhelmed by something unexpected. 

Aether's smell was not intense enough to warrant Dew's intervention, but he did notice something odd about it. It wasn't a scent he had smelled on Aether before, but it wasn't entirely unfamiliar. It was a sweet, fatty smell, like a rich cream. Why would Aether smell like that? It was totally entwined in the mans natural odor; it emanated from him.

... It couldn't be. It wasn't impossible for ghouls (nothing really was), but Dew had never sensed anything at all on Aether to indicate he was a producer. Maybe a late-life shift in hormones? Dew's mind raced as mass finally came to a close and he saw Aether rush away. Clearly the quintessence ghoul had not been expecting this either. 

Interesting...

Aether 2

Aether slammed into the closest lavatory to the chapel- the public one on the hallway- and locked the door behind him. He scrambled to rip his shirt off, slamming the damp black fabric onto the sink counter. His concerned, shirtless reflection stared back at him in the large mirror. Slowly moving his gaze down to his chest in the reflection, Aether was met with the sight of thick liquid wetting the fur on and below his chest. He exhaled before reaching up to squeeze himself again. Liquid spurted out and into the sink. It looked like... Aether shut his eyes and ran his fingers over his pierced nipple before bringing them to his lips.

Fuck.

That was milk. Fucking milk. He was lactating. He was lactating? Why in Hell's fiery pits was he producing milk when he never had once before in his centuries of life? He needed answers, and fast. He groaned when he saw himself again in the mirror, leaning over the sink, practically dripping into it. How was he meant to go out like this? He sighed before tearing off some towels, trying to dry his shirt in order to put it back on. He took a few more deep breaths, thanking himself for choosing a dark colored shirt that day (as he did most other days). 

Righting his posture, Aether schooled his face before he unlocked the door and and set a brisk pace back to the dormitories in the basement.

Swiss

Swiss sat contorted on top of a toilet in the handicapped stall in the public bathroom outside the chapel. He had chosen to skip mass that night out of boredom and rebellion. If you asked him, there was a little too much order in a church for worshiping the actual Devil.

He was about to light the end of his joint when someone busted into the bathroom. Must have been holding it through mass, Swiss thought in amusement. But they did not enter a stall and Swiss heard no telltale splash against a urinal. His curiosity quickly bested him and he hopped down from his perch and pushed the unlocked stall door open a crack.

Aether stood shirtless in front of the bathroom mirror. Swiss' brows slowly rose as he zeroed in on where the big ghoul's attention was focused. Aether touched a nipple and then brought his fingers to his mouth for a taste. Swiss shivered and palmed his cock through his pj pants. Damn, mass must have been moving that night, Swiss though before a glistening in the mirror brought his attention back to Aether. He saw it again. Something dripped from the man's chest down into the sink. Great Lucifer, Aether was leaking milk. Swiss was now fully hard and attempting to keep himself from moaning. He hadn't known Aether could produce, but seeing it had shifted something in his brain. He needed to squeeze those tits. Needed to lick against his nipples; to taste him. 

When Swiss got a hold on his brain once again, Aether had redressed and was storming out the door. He was tempted to chase after him and have him finish what he unknowingly started, but he needed to process his findings. The multi ghoul was left in the empty bathroom holding his unlit blunt and swollen dick tenting his pants, thinking about new schemes.

Aether 3

After returning to his room that night, Aether had clumsily wrapped some gauze around his chest and then tried to get some sleep. He woke early the next morning, intent on finding something about his condition. He replaced his gauze to find it completely soaked, but he noticed he wasn't leaking at nearly the same rate as the night before. He dressed and set off for the library.

Rounding the corner into the huge dusty library, Aether immediately tried not to draw the attention of the few visitors and aimed for the demonology section. It took him a little while to gather a collection of nearly half a dozen books and then take them over to a study table. He spent about thirty minutes flipping pages and skimming the text in the ancient language of Hell's 5th circle. As the thirty-five minute marker neared, the ghoul's face dropped. There was that swelling feeling again. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, but the mess it caused and the subsequent embarrassment were not ideal. 

Aether instinctively brought a hand up to his full chest, pressing gently to ease the ache. He held back a groan as a small trickle of milk escaped him and wet the gauze under his shirt. He wasn't even close to finding anything helpful in his research. Aether kicked himself mentally for not bringing extra gauze with him. He didn't want to have to leave the books here and risk running into anyone on his way back to the basement. He huffed in annoyance and kept one hand on his pecs while using the other to continue flipping through a couple more of the books. 

After another hour, Aether couldn't take the pressure any longer and put the books away before returning to his room. He was a little hungry, but he couldn't risk the dining room until he had fresh gauze on. He sighed when he saw that he had once again leaked through his shirt. He hadn't found much at all about ghouls developing traits like these after their elemental sorting. Aether huffed as he pondered sharing this information with the other ghouls. Of course he trusted them with everything, but it was still a little embarrassing. He was the guy who always had his shit together and helped others, and it made him unconfident to not know what was happening to his own body. 

He shook his head after donning a new shirt and starting the trek to the cafeteria.

Mountain

Mountain sat in his claimed chair in the corner of the library doing some research. Last night Dew had made the odd request that he look into ghoul hormone changes. He had shrugged and agreed. It didn't affect his plans with anyone since he got up earlier than most of the other ghouls, and he had come there as soon as he rose. 

A flash of lavender caught his eye and he looked up to see Aether frantically browsing the section Mountain had just pulled his book from. Had Dew put him up to the same task? That seemed unlikely, but then why was Aether carrying five old tomes over to a study table? Mountain shook his head and scratched his ears. Whatever, none of his business. He went back to his book. 

He flipped the page to a really interesting section on mature ghouls going through a sort pf "second puberty" where they gained different traits for a number of reasons. Sometimes horns could fall out and grow back completely different, or fur color and patterns would shift over time, some would go through the rough shift between elements (like Dew had; Mountain assumed Dew wanted more information on that), and then he came across a little section on production; specifically, lactation.

Before he could get any farther, he noticed some movement from where Aether had planted himself. He looked distressed and had one of his arms bent, hand cupping his chest. He took a few deep breaths before positioning his hand in a more natural pose and then opened a new book, flipping through with even more urgency than when he had come in. 

Mountain narrowed his eyes at the quintessence ghoul. Was Aether experiencing chest pain? He'd never known him to suffer any ailments. That must be the reason Aether was looking through those books. The earth ghoul went back to his own studies but kept an eye on Aether to check on him. Then he noticed it.. Aether's shirt was wet. Right under his hand and on the other side too. There's no way... This book had to be influencing what he thought that might be. He sniffed the air. Nope, that was definitely milk. Aether was lactating. He was lactating in the library, hunched over a book, most likely trying to figure out what was happening to him. If Mountain wasn't so turned on, he would have felt a bit more sad that Aether hadn't come to him or any of the others about this, but he was focused on not popping a boner in the library.

He had to ask Dew about this. 

Dew + Swiss + Mountain

Dew entered the dining hall and got a small portion of whatever was being served. He wasn't really here for lunch though, he needed to talk to the other ghouls about his suspicions. First, Mountain, to see if he had found anything in the library.

He wandered over to where Mountain sat eating and slid in across from him. Swiss sat beside Mountain, sipping on the tall ghoul's drink. 

Before Dew could get anything out, Swiss opened his mouth and announced, "I've got to talk to you guys about Aether."

Dew and Mountain immediately responded, "Me too." That left the whole table silent for a few seconds before Dew gestured for Swiss to go on.

Swiss lifted his brows and shook his head, "I know this is going to sound crazy-"

"It won't." Mountain cut him off, "Sorry, continue."

"Okay so, last night I was ditching mass in the public bathroom," Dew rolled his eyes, "when Aether came in all nervous and jumpy. He started stripping, so of course I couldn't interrupt, and that's when I noticed- Well, he. I'm 99% sure he was-"

"Lactating." They all say at once. Swiss looks very confused and Dew turns to Mountain, laser-focused.

"So you figured it out? Did you find anything in the library?" Dew asks.

Mountain nods and scratches at the base of his antlers. "I found *multiple* things in the library..." and he explains what he had seen and learned.

Swiss sets Mountains drink down, stone-faced. "Guys, I'm worried about Aether, but I'm so turned on right now, I can't even lie." Mountain shifts beside him in silent agreement.

"I admit, I'm definitely not upset about this development, but we should check on Aether before he freaks out too much." Dew reasons with a grin that Swiss mirrors. 

Just then, said ghoul enters the dining hall looking uncomfortable. Dew cuts a sly look over to the men across from him. "Alright pull yourselves together, we're cornering him after he eats." The other two nod eagerly.

Aether/Dew/Swiss/Mountain

When Aether had finished lunch his chest was already aching again and he began to wonder how often he would have to deal with this. He cleared the dirty dishes and exited the dining hall , resigned to once again hiding in his room. He didn't get very for before he heard footsteps behind him in the hallway. Aether glanced over and saw Dew, Swiss, and Mountain trailing him. He smiled and waved, but kept walking towards the basement. 

The other three ghouls caught up with him and continued talking around him. Aether felt comfort wash over him for the first time since yesterday. He hadn't really realized how much this was stressing him out. Aether was the confident, reassuring caretaker in the pack, and he hoped his absence hadn't affected the others too much. He hadn't wanted them to see him struggling with something , but now surrounded by the easy company of his friends, the quintessence ghoul let out a big sigh. He blinked and realized they had herded him to Dewdrop's room. Uh-oh. What were they planning?

Mountain pushed the door open for Dew to walk in and Aether felt Swiss' warm hand on his lower back, urging him to follow. He gave in easily and they all settled into seats. Aether had to admit he felt a bit trapped by their positioning.

Dewdrop leaned forward and touched Aether's knee as he spoke, "Aeth, the boys and I have noticed something interesting lately and wanted to check in on you. Doing okay?"

Aether's eyes widened and he felt his face begin to heat. He fiddled with the buttons of his shirt idly, "I, um. Well, something happened recently, has been happening really, that I don't quite understand. I tried to get a little more information on it before I told anyone, but that search was fruitless."

Mountain sat up and looked sheepish, "That would be my fault, probably. I had the book you were looking for." 

"You- How did you know I was looking for a book? "

Dew cleared his throat and explained briefly what he noticed during mass and how he'd sent Mountain on a little errand.

"Then why are you here Swiss?" Aether questioned the multi ghoul.

Swiss grinned devilishly, baring his teeth, "Saw you in the bathroom."

Aether's mouth fell open. "But I locked the door!"

"I was already in there."

Aether groaned, his cheeks warming even more as he laid a big hand on his forehead. "Okay so you all know that I'm-"

"Lactating," the three ghouls say again.

"Right... What am I supposed to do? Mountain did you find anything in that book?"

Mountain flicked his ears and nodded. "Don't worry, this will be the worst of it. The flow is always heaviest during the initial phase. But the milk is going to build up rapidly if you don't let it out regularly, that's why you're been leaking. Have you felt any pain?"

Aether wobbled his head side to side, "I wouldn't go so for as to call it pain,  just a bit of aching. So I should release the- the milk?" He seemed unsure and glanced over to Dew and Swiss. The dark-skinned ghoul was biting his lip and squeezing his thighs together. Aether leveled a flat look at him before asking, "I suppose you'd all like to help me with that part, huh?" They all nodded swiftly and Aether sighed, starting to unbutton his shirt, leaving the bottom few. Swiss was on him instantly, pulling the shirt open to reveal Aether's swollen chest. Swiss couldn't hold back a moan at the sight and adjusted his position straddling Aether. Mountain moved in closer, kneeling beside the pouf Aether was settled in. He slid his arm around the big ghoul's waist and squeezed the other side of his chest. Dew stood and carded a hand through Aether's pale hair between his horns, eliciting a purr from him.

Swiss kneaded Aether's chest practically drooling as he watched milk drip out from his nipples. He sat fully in Aether's lap and bent down to press his mouth to a nipple. Aether let out a quivering whine as he felt pressure flood out of his chest. He could feel Swiss' cock digging into his thigh and his own began to harden. Mountain's large hand continued massaging his pec, coaxing milk to trickle out. Aether began to protest the mess it would cause,  but Dew caught his lips in a sloppy kiss, the fire ghoul's hands coming down to stroke his jaw and pinch at his unoccupied nipple. Aether moaned into his mouth and bucked his hips, dislodging Swiss who whined from the loss and being thrust into. He ground his hips down on Aether, muscled thighs squeezing around Aether's. Mountain leaned over to run his tongue along Aether's exposed neck, nipping at it playfully. Swiss returned to sucking milk from Aether, liquid dribbling down his chin, slowly circling his hips.

Aether moaned into his kiss with Dew, whose hand had not relented its abuse of his pierced nipple. Dew broke away and followed Mountain's example, kneeling beside Aether. He grabbed a pillow from the couch to raise himself a bit higher so he could reach Aether's chest. Once he was comfortable, his hand rested on top of Mountains, helping him massage Aether's chest and he brought his mouth close to his nipple, licking delicately at it. Aether's cock jumped under Swiss, who laughed against the big ghoul's chest. 

Aether couldn't think through the pleasure and relief he felt from being emptied. He leaned against the arm Mountain had around his back. The tallest ghoul continued his assault on Aether's thick neck and helped Dew squeeze milk out.

Dew let milk fill his mouth and detached from Aether. He grabbed the back of Mountain's neck, directing him towards himself and met him in a kiss over Swiss' head. Aether moaned at the sight of the two ghouls kissing with a mouthful of his milk. His chest felt infinitely better, but now his cock needed milking too. He felt ready to burst, and Swiss' slow grinding wasn't helping.

Mountain swallowed what Dew had gifted him, and they drew apart smiling. Mountain turned to press a kiss against Aether's cheek, and the quintessence ghoul melted.

Swiss squeezed Aether's tits before binging a palm down to press into the ghoul's large erection.

"It's all about you today, Aeth. You're always so good to us, caring for everyone, making sure we get what we need. It's your turn baby." Dew whispered loudly. Aether tipped his head back end groaned, cock twitching against Swiss' hand through his pants. Pants that he now desperately wanted off. He brushed off Swiss' hand for a moment to unzip them and free his dick from his underwear. Swiss quickly returned his fingers to the now-bare cock. He dug a fingernail under the piercing in Aether's glans, causing him to shout. Dew smoothed a hand down Aether's wet torso and let it rest on top of Swiss', urging him to stroke.

Mountain shifted on his knees to sit behind Aether, wrapping his arms around him and supporting his weight. He ran a hand up to Aether's breast and squeezed gently. Swiss and Dew were stroking up and down Aether's cock, hands sticky with milk and precum.

Aether's breathing quickened as Swiss and Dew moved faster, bringing the big man to his much needed climax.

Mountain turned his head by grabbing a horn to kiss him through his prolonged orgasm as cum splattered on to the other two ghouls' hands and Aether's stomach. Dewdrop and Swiss leaned back to admire the mix of sweat, cum, spit, and milk on Aether's exposed body. Swiss hissed as he palmed his still-clothed cock, but no one made any move to bring themselves off. Aether had finished and that's all they planned for today.

Satan, Swiss couldn't wait to get Aether all to himself someday. If he could read minds, he'd find very similar thoughts running through Mountain's and Dewdrop's heads too. He could feel the sentiment pouring off of them in waves of elemental energy.

Aether's breathing returned to normal as he lay slumped against Mountain's long torso, the tall ghoul still delicately massaging his chest.

"How do you feel now, Aeth?" Dew asked.

"Achy. But it's the good kind now." Aether replied dopily. The other three laughed.

They wanted to make sure he never stopped aching.

[narvan-jester]

Just Needing A Break

WC: 2,878

Mountain/Phantom

Tags: Sex as a form of self-harm, Bondage, Rope Bondage, Intimacy, Trans Male Character, Trans Phantom (Ghost Sweden Band), Dysphoria, Safewords, Depression, Phantom (Ghost Sweden Band) Needs a Hug, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Recreational Drug Use, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Subspace, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, only a little bit but want to be careful

Phantom just needed to relax. He just needed to relax, and talk with Mountain a bit. Unfortunately, Mountain wasnt quite fast enough, and Phantom dug himself into a deeper hole than before. Good thing Mountain knows just what to do to pull him out of it.

Or

Phantom gets caught stealing some of Mountain's weed on a bad day. Mountain ties him up to make his day better.

Read below the cut or on AO3

Okay, to be completely fair, Phantom didn't mean to.

He just wanted to talk with Mountain… maybe smoke a little bit, but mostly just unwind before the pot boiled over, so to speak. And he could feel it bubbling, under the surface, fueled by overheard comments and the face that glared at him in the mirror.

When he had knocked on the door and received no answer, he had peeked inside just in case Mountain had headphones on and couldn't hear him. When he had found the room empty, he had chosen to just make himself comfortable and wait for Mountain to come back.

And there Phantom waited, reclined on top of Mountain’s sheets, scrolling on his phone, and in such a state of mind that he was starting to grow reckless, even with the rational part of his brain telling him not to.

Phantom opened his text thread with Mountain for what must have been the thousandth time.

Waiting in your room if you want to hang and talk a bit

Unread

He sighed, clicking the screen off and setting it on his chest, looking up at the ceiling. His tail brushed idly over the sheets and his nose twitched in the air.

Either his mental state was gradually unraveling or the ever-present, lingering scent of weed was growing more alluring by the second, but something made him swing his feet off the side of the bed and stand up, pushing reason into the back seat.

Phantom didn't bother softening his steps as he passed over to the little wooden chest Mountain always kept well stocked, clicking open the latch and smiling privately to himself as he took in the contents.

As he carefully took out a bag and a bit of paper, he began to feel himself bubble with fiery emotion, licking up his legs and arms and making him feel a sick sense of joy at this selfish indulgence.

Phantom slowly went through the familiar motions of rolling himself up a joint, tail swishing languidly behind him. As he was carefully rolling up the paper, the door behind him opened, making him jump.

In any other headspace Phantom would have felt embarrassed and immediately start to apologize for the intrusion, but now he just turned and offered a wave to Mountain before turning back to his joint.

Whatever Mountain was going to do to him, he probably deserved it.

“Bug, what're you doing in my room?” Mountain asked, shucking off his boots behind him and clicking the door shut. He didn't sound angry, per say, more confused.

Phantom shrugged, voice defiant as he replied. “I wanted to talk to you but you weren't here. I texted you.”

He didn't catch Mountain’s sidelong glance directed his way with how focused he was into jamming more weed into his joint. “Sorry, my phone died like an hour ago. I was working in the greenhouse, you know you could have come get me.”

Phantom shrugged and twisted the paper at the end, pushing away from the desk and leaving the chest open and the supplies strewn haphazardly where he had left them. He daringly glanced up at Mountain as he spoke. “I got what I needed now. Thanks.”

His path towards the door was blocked near instantly by Mountain, who growled down at him. “You going to treat me like that?”

That familiar lick of angry, fiery joy shot up Phantom's spine. He had Mountain right where he wanted him, he just had to play it up a little to get what he really needed.

“And what are you going to do about it, Mountain?” Phantom shot back, venom laced with self-loathing as he feigned a step back in fear.

He let out a hiss of pain as Mountain tossed him onto the bed, joint tumbling out of his hands and onto the floor.

If he dug his claws into his thigh a little harder than necessary, it was nobody's business.

Because he deserved this.

Mountain settling over his thighs and sitting down, effectively pinning him to the sheets, managed to snap Phantom back to the moment.

“This is what you wanted, wasn't it?” Mountain growled. “Just wanted my attention. Well, you've got it. Remember the safe word?”

The promise of that safety net wasn't deserved, not to Phantom. He shook his head. “Won't need it.”

Mountain's brow furrowed, just for a moment, before smoothing back out, settling back into his role.

Phantom groaned Mountain flipped him over, pressing one large palm into his back and shoving him down hard enough to hurt. He willed himself to get wet, or else Mountain would stop, and he couldn't do that right now. Not when he needed this so badly.

Mountain dragged his claws down his spine, uncaring of whether they nicked the skin or not, ripping Phantom's shirt in two and throwing it somewhere off the bed. The pain of hot blood pooling on Phantom's back was better than being high.

“Hey, fucker, I liked that one,” Phantom spat with false venom. Frankly, he didn't give a shit about the shirt.

His comment earned him a hand fisted hard in his hair, shoving his face into the mattress. Mountain leaned close, hips pressed tight to Phantom's and hot breath ghosting his ear. “Whores don't speak,” Mountain growled, punctuating his sentence with a sharp roll of his hips before pulling back.

He deserved this.

That's what Phantom reminded himself as Mountain harshly pulled his sweats down.

He deserved this, god, of course he did, and it felt so good.

It felt so good, why the hell were his eyes watering? What the hell was wrong with him?

His legs were spread far open, enough for the stretch to hurt, and the first lap of Mountain’s hot tongue over his heat made him let out a mewl not of pleasure but of pain.

Mountain paused instantly, slowly easing Phantom's legs back together. “Phantom,” he said carefully, name poised as a question.

Phantom sniffed hard, trying in vain to will his salty tears back in his eyes, burying his face further in the sheets to hide it. “No, keep going. Please keep going, Mountain.”

The gentle caress of a hand over his ear made him jump, pulling his hands up towards his face defensively, turning away from Mountain. “No, Mountain, it's okay, I can take it!” He tried to sound genuine, but the shake in his voice betrayed him.

Mountain shifted his hand from Phantom's ear to his shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. “Why didn't you safeword, buggy?”

“No, Mountain, please,” Phantom pleaded, more tears soaking into the thick, soft quilt covering Mountain’s bed at the gentle touch. He tensed his shoulders, but didn't make any effort to move other than shifting his legs apart slightly. “I can take it Mountain, please, just make it hurt.”

“Hey, hey, buggy, calm down for me, okay? You're okay, you're not feeling too well are you? Just take some deep breaths, I'll go get you some water, okay?” Mountain soothed, still petting over Phantom's shoulder gently.

Phantom tried to listen, taking big hiccuping breaths, face still turned stubbornly away from Mountain. When their breath was beginning to slow, muscles gradually relaxing, the pressure from Mountain’s hand slipped off. Instantly Phantom had turned, claws wrapped hard around his wrist and teary eyes pinning him in place.

Mountain immediately settled back down on the bed, shushing Phantom. “It's okay, I'm not going anywhere. I was going to go grab some water, it's okay, we can wait a little longer.”

Phantom sniffled, turning his face back into the sheets and squeezing his eyes shut, little dry sobs wracking his body.

Mountain twisted awkwardly in Phantom's vice grip, fingers brushing reassuringly against his wrist as he raised his other hand up to once again rub over his back, carefully skirting around the scabbing cuts.

As soon as Phantom calmed down again, he twisted again to look at Mountain, grip relaxing on his wrist just enough to slip down to his hand. “Can you please just… take care of me? I promise I'll talk about it later, and I'll safeword if I need to, I just… you don't even have to hurt me, please Mount…”

Mountain rubbed his thumb over Phantom's knuckles. “I'm not sure if that's a good idea, buggy,” Mountain murmured. “You know I love you but I don't think that's what you need right now.”

Phantom shook his head hard, tears gathering in his eyes. “Please, Mountain, I just need to forget, just for a little bit. Just let me float, please. It doesn't even have to be sexual, I just need to be close to you,” Phantom senselessly pleaded, grip tightening around Mountain’s hand as more tears slipped down his face.

Mountain lifted his hand, wiping away the tears dripping out of Phantom's eyes. “Shh, buggy it's okay. Do you want to decide what to do or do you want me to?”

Phantom sniffled, squeezing his eyes shut. “You, please.”

Mountain pressed a gentle kiss to Phantom's forehead, before pulling back and tapping his cheek gently to make him open his eyes again.

“First, I'm going to grab a towel to clean up the cuts on your back and a glass of water from the bathroom. I'll be as quick as I can. Is that okay?” Mountain asked, voice soft.

Phantom nodded, letting his eyes fall closed and loosening his grip on Mountain’s hand, letting his own drop onto the mattress.

True to his word, Mountain was back in only a moment, pressing a warm cloth to the few scratches on Phantom's back, wiping away the blood. Phantom whimpered as he did so, tensing against the touch.

Mountain set the towel to the side before gently rolling Phantom over and hoisting him up against the pillows. Phantom's eyes tracked Mountain’s movements as he pressed a cool glass against his lips, accepting the water that dribbled down his throat.

The glass clinked as it was set on the side table, and Mountain lifted his hands to run through Phantom’s hair. “Next, how about I do a nice harness, in the soft rope for you? I won't restrict your movement unless you want me to, okay? I think the pressure and closeness will help, are you okay with that?”

With each kind word and soft touch, Phantom began to relax, tension gradually bleeding from his muscles. He nodded, eyes slipping closed again as he felt Mountain pull away.

“Mount?” He asked, voice quiet and subdued.

“Yes?” Mountain answered, setting something down on the bed near Phantom’s legs.

“Can I have… boxers on please? I just don't feel… I don't want to…” He trailed off, chest tightening as tears threatened to leak from between his shut lids.

Mountain reached up to brush over the corner of one eye, wiping away the wetness there. “Of course, bug.” He pulled away, returning soon to tug Phantom's boxers gingerly over his legs. “Is it one of those days?” He murmured.

Phantom nodded minimally, trying not to cry again, trying to let himself be taken care of.

“Are you still green for the harness?” Mountain asked, rubbing a hand over Phantom's arm. “Remember, we're going at your pace.”

Phantom took a few deep breaths, trying to will his muscles to relax. “I'm green,” his voice strained out, earning him another gentle kiss on the forehead.

Mountain's hands moved slowly as he began to wrap the rope around Phantom's chest, making knots with care and whispering gentle praise all the way. Each rope pulled comfortably against his skin was a tether keeping him carefully intact.

Mountain finished the last knot, rubbing over Phantom's shoulders once more and pressing kisses over his face. “Are you still green, bug?”

Phantom nodded, arms reaching to pull Mountain into him for a hug, to which he quickly complied. Phantom idly traced shapes into Mountain's back, eyes staring into the distance, before whispering one word into the air, throwing out a tentative request. “More?”

Mountain pulled away, forcing Phantom to meet his eyes. “Is this what you really want, or is it what you think you deserve?” Mountain asked, voice tentative.

“I want it, I promise,” Phantom reassured. “You can… you can tie up my arms and legs but I don't want to be held in place.”

Mountain nodded, smile soft. “Okay, bug. Remember, you say the word and I will cut you free.”

Phantom nodded, content warm tears starting to leak from his eyes. “Thank you,” his voice was nearly too soft to hear.

Mountain smiled, rubbing once more over Phantom’s skin before pulling away and grabbing the rope once more, shifting the shears closer to himself just in case.

“Do you want your arms in front of you or behind you?” Mountain asked, shifting onto his knees on the bed in order to be closer to Phantom.

Phantom pushed himself forwards, off the headboard, turning his back towards Mountain and folding his arms behind himself, hands gripping his elbows. Words began to slip away from him, simply oil off of water. “Quiet,” he managed to force out, tail wrapping around Mountain's waist.

“Are you losing your words?” Mountain asked, rubbing over Phantom's back before lifting the rope to them.

Phantom nodded, feeling his mind beginning to go quiet.

“Can you show me that you remember what to do when you don't have your words and want to stop?” Mountain asked, one hand lifting to gently massage his shoulder.

Phantom snapped three times in quick succession, then tapped Mountain thrice with his tail.

Mountain smiled, even though Phantom couldn't see him. “Good job. Just remember to do that, okay?”

Phantom nodded again, letting him lose himself to the sensation of the soft rope being wrapped securely around his wrists and forearms, focusing on the way Mountain looped the rope into the ties in his back, pulling his arms against his back.

Mountain finished the tie, shifting himself so he was facing Phantom, forcing his eyes to focus on his face. “Do you want me to tie your legs now or not?” Phantom didn't respond, barely acting like he had heard Mountain’s request. “Buggy, can you answer me?” Mountain pressed, bringing up a hand to press against Phantom's cheek. That seemed to clear the film in his eyes as he shifted his head just enough to count as a nod.

“Do you want me to tie your legs or not?” Mountain asked again, brushing his thumb over Phantom's cheek bone.

Phantom seemed to think for a moment, before shrugging.

“Do you want me to decide?” Mountain asked, other hand lifting to rub over the rope laced around Phantom's arms.

Phantom nodded at this, pushing his face forward to knock his horns against Mountain’s, a purr sparking to life in his chest.

Mountain returned the gesture, bending down a little to nudge their noses together affectionately.

“Okay, Phantom. I'm not going to tie your legs right now, okay, but I'm going to ask you a few yes or no questions and I want you to answer them as well as you can, okay?” Mountain asked, gently rubbing over Phantom's chest, arms, and back, pressing his thumbs in to massage every so often.

Phantom nodded, pulling away just enough that he wouldn't accidentally scrape Mountain with his horns.

“Do you want to kneel for me on the floor? It may get you more floaty for me but I don't think that pressure on your knees is what you need right now,” Mountain commented, pressing a quick kiss to Phantom's nose before pulling back once more.

Phantom paused for a few seconds, before shaking his head. Mountain noddedin acknowledgement, once again pressing a kiss to Phantom's forehead. “Okay buggy, that works for me. Do you want me to put in a record or a movie for some background noise?”

Phantom nodded, pressing forward and rubbing his horns with Mountain’s again affectionately.

“A record?” Phantom nodded once more. “Radiohead?” Another nod. Mountain rubbed his horns against Phantom's in return. “Perfect, buggy. One more question.”

Phantom purred again, pressing hard against Mountain's forehead for a moment before withdrawing once more.

“Do you want me to cuddle you?” Mountain asked, kicking up a purr of his own.

Phantom nodded enthusiastically, horns knocking with Mountain’s and making him chuckle. “Perfect, bug, I will, don't worry. Let me go put the record on and I'll be right back.”

Mountain carefully pulled away, carefully placing the needle onto the record and letting it play before returning to Phantom, climbing into bed with him.

Phantom purred more, rubbing his face against Mountain's as he gingerly adjusted them both, pulling them chest to chest and pressing kisses over his face the whole way.

Dew is the one to peek through the door in the morning, finding the two tangled up, rope haphazardly strewn on the floor over the side of the bed, an unlit joint sticking halfway from beneath the side table, room rattling with purrs. He sneaks a picture of the two in the warm morning light before quietly pulling the door shut, leaving the two in their peaceful paradise for a little longer.

[hanalyrata]

I am the one, lascivious - Swiss/Dewdrop

Fandom: Ghost Pairing: Swiss/Dewdrop Rating: MDNI, 18+

[AO3 Link] Summary: Swiss has piercings, I have brainrot. Dewdrop's getting pierced things shoved in his mouth. What are summaries.

The room was heavy with the scent of wax and faint smoke, the dim candlelight flickering against the cold stone walls. Swiss stood casually against the sturdy wooden chair at his back, arms crossed, his presence dominating yet relaxed, a confidence that was an intoxicating blend of arrogance and ease. Before him knelt Dewdrop, his knees pressed, digging into the unforgiving stone beneath him, but the discomfort only heightened the ache that thrummed through his veins. His head was bowed, horns catching the candlelight, casting jagged shadows on the wall. He pulled at his wrists, bound behind his back with smooth black silk, the material digging just slightly into his pale skin. A light tremble ambled through his body in anticipation as he awaited the multi-ghoul's next move. “Look at you,” Swiss purred, his voice low and syrupy, “All fire and fury most of the time," he smirked, tilting his head, "and now… right where you belong.” Dew looked up at his taunt, steel eyes burning as he gazed at Swiss. His breath was shallow, chest rising and falling with every teasing word. His shirt had been discarded long ago, leaving his lithe torso exposed. The faint glow of the candlelight caught on the small silver bars of his nipple piercings, the metal glinting with each inhale.

Swiss’s dark eyes dropped to Dew’s chest, a smirk curling his lips, “You wear those so well, Dew,” He stepped closer, his boots clicking softly against the floor, “Bet you’re wishing I’d touch them, tug them, anything to ease the burn.”

Swiss crouched in front of him, one hand reaching out to grip Dew’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed lightly over Dew’s bottom lip, dragging it down as Dew's tongue absently flicked to meet the pad of the digit, “So pretty like this,” he murmured, his tone equal parts admiration and mockery, “So desperate for me."

Dewdrop's eyes narrowed and he yanked his face away from Swiss' grip, “Fuck you,” he spat, though his voice lacked its usual bite. There was no mistaking the way his body leaned into the touch, craving the contact Swiss was so cruelly withholding. But he stubbornly remained defiant.

Swiss only laughed, pulling back slightly, “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? But not yet. You’re going to behave for me first.” His free hand dropped lower, brushing over Dew’s chest, fingers ghosting around the sensitive piercings without fully touching them. Dew’s breath hitched, a barely restrained whimper escaping his throat.

“Sensitive, aren’t they?” Swiss cooed, leaning in close enough that Dew could feel his breath against his ear, “I could make you beg just by playing with these, couldn’t I?”

Dew didn’t answer, his lips pressing into a stubborn line. But his body betrayed him—a slight shiver, the way his thighs clenched together, the way he drew his bottom lip between his teeth. Swiss chuckled, dark and knowing. He stood, towering over Dew again, his hands moving to his belt. The sound of the buckle clinking was deliberate, every movement a slow tease. Dew’s eyes followed the motion, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. Swiss noticed, of course he did, and his smirk deepened.

"There it is," he teased, his voice a low purr as he undid the belt, letting it dangle loosely in his hold. The smooth leather fabric was cool against his hands as he folded it over, angling it just so under the fire ghoul's chin, "Hmm, maybe." it was a thought to himself mostly as he considered adding it to the element of their game, but the thought dissipated as soon as it came. No, he had different plans for tonight. Dew growled low in his throat, frustration flickering in his eyes, a disobedient fire burning within him. With a smirk, Swiss undid his jeans and slid them down just enough to reveal the faint glint of gold piercing the underside of his shaft. Dew’s breath caught audibly, his lips parting in shock and fascination as his gaze fixed on the metal bar, gleaming in the candlelight. Swiss’s grin was wicked, “Like what you see? Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you feel it,” He leaned down, his voice dropping to a whisper, “But only if you ask nicely.”

Dew’s lips quivered, his pride warring with his need. His eyes flickered between Swiss’s face and the piercing, his tongue darting out to wet his lips again. Swiss’s smirk widened at the sight, the subtle movement sending a jolt of satisfaction through him. “Go on,” Swiss urged, his voice a low, seductive growl. He cupped Dew’s chin again, his thumb tracing the curve of his jaw before slipping back over his lower lip. “You’re already drooling for it. Might as well admit it.”

He slid his thumb deeper into Dew’s mouth, watching as those soft, pink lips closed around it instinctively. The sight made something dark and possessive curl in Swiss’s chest, the way Dew’s sharp teeth grazed his skin, the wet heat of his tongue teasing against him. He couldn’t resist letting out a pleased hum.

“That’s it,” Swiss murmured, his free hand reaching to card through the soft strands of Dew's hair. He tugged, just enough to make Dew gasp around his thumb, “So good for me. So eager. You really do have the prettiest mouth, Dew.”

Swiss pulled his thumb free, a thin string of saliva glistening in the candlelight. He gripped the base of his shaft, guiding the piercing to brush lightly against Dew’s lips, “You wanted this, didn’t you?” he teased, his voice soft but commanding.

Dew’s grey eyes flickered up to meet Swiss’s, blazing with need. Slowly, deliberately, he opened his mouth, his lips parting to take Swiss in. Swiss groaned, his fingers tangling in Dew’s hair as the warmth of Dew’s mouth enveloped him, the cool metal of the piercing grazing against the sensitive inside of his lips. Swiss’s fingers curled tighter into Dew’s hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back further. The motion sent a sharp tingle of pain through Dew’s scalp, but it only fuelled the heat pooling low in his belly. His lips stretched further, a soft whimper escaping as Swiss pushed a little deeper, the piercing dragging against his lips with every slow, deliberate motion, a constant reminder of Swiss’s control. Dew’s tongue flicked against it instinctively, the cool metal contrasting with the warmth of Swiss’s skin.

Swiss bit his lip, his head tilting back slightly as he savoured the sensation, “That’s it, firefly,” he murmured, his voice tinged with approval, “Show me you can be good for something other than running your mouth.” Dew’s cheeks flushed, but his gaze didn’t waver as he glared up at the multi. There was a hunger in his eyes now, raw and unrestrained, and Swiss could feel his own control slipping, his usual calm composure fraying at the edges. The sight of Dew like this—bound, trembling, his lips red and swollen—was intoxicating. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Swiss muttered, his voice thick with genuine admiration. His fingers loosened in Dew’s hair, brushing through the strands with surprising gentleness, “And all mine.” When Swiss pulled away, the loss of contact left Dew trembling, his lips red and swollen, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Swiss stared down at him, his gaze heavy with lust and satisfaction. “You’ve been good,” Swiss murmured, his tone softening just enough to make Dew shiver, “But we’re not done yet, firefly. Not even close.” Swiss knelt down, his hand finally making contact with Dewdrop’s aching cock. The fire ghoul’s reaction was immediate, an unrestrained groan as his head dropped forward onto Swiss's shoulder, the touch almost overwhelming. Swiss’s thumb pressed harder against Dew’s straining length, brushing against his slit, eliciting a muffled groan from Dew as his hips twitched, desperate for more friction. But Swiss’s hand pulled back just as quickly, leaving him gasping for relief. “Ah, ah, firefly,” Swiss drawled, his voice a molten whisper, “Don’t think I didn’t see that. You’re not in charge here. I decide when you get what you want.” Dew snarled softly, his lips pulling back to reveal sharp teeth, but the effect was undermined by the way his chest heaved, his entire body trembling under Swiss’s touch. His knees were aching against the cold stone floor, his arms numb from the silk binding his wrists, but the ache only made him burn hotter. Swiss tilted his head, eyes mapping every contour and curve of Dewdrop’s face, the way he shuddered, lips parted, almost gasping. The defiance that still burned in his eyes, “You’re so fucking stubborn. It’s cute, really. Watching you fight so hard against something you know you want.” Dew’s lips parted, a sharp retort on the tip of his tongue, but Swiss was faster. His fingers wrapped around Dew’s jaw again, silencing him with a firm squeeze. “Careful,” Swiss murmured, leaning in close, “Say something stupid, and I might just keep you like this all night. I don’t mind. I’ve got time.” Dew growled, his lips twitching again as if he was about to snap something back. But Swiss didn’t give him the chance as he rose to his feet, the piercing at the base of his shaft catching the light, and nudged the tip against Dew’s swollen lips, “Besides, this should keep you quiet in the meantime.” The slow, deliberate rhythm he set before returned, each thrust deep enough to make Dew’s throat tighten, but not enough to overwhelm him. Swiss watched every reaction intently—the way Dew’s lips stretched around him, the flush creeping down his neck, the faint glint of saliva catching in the candlelight.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” Swiss rasped, his fingers tightening in Dew’s hair again, “All mine. Every gasp, every little sound you make—you belong to me, Dew.” Dew’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, the words sinking into his skin like fire. But Swiss didn’t let him retreat into the sensation. He tugged sharply on his hair, forcing his eyes open again, “Eyes open, firefly.” Swiss’s voice was low, commanding, the kind of tone that sent shivers racing down Dew’s spine despite himself. Dew’s cocky facade cracked further, and his eyes flickered open, locking onto Swiss’s as the ghoul above him thrust shallowly into his mouth. The combination of the teasing rhythm and Swiss’s piercing grazing against his tongue left him dizzy, his thoughts fragmented. “Good boy,” Swiss murmured, his hand steady in Dew’s hair as he maintained control, “Look at you. Taking it so well. Knew you could.”

Dew huffed through his nose, the sound half a growl, half a whimper. He wanted to snap back, to wipe that smug grin off Swiss’s face, but every slow, deliberate thrust stole the words from him.

“You’re perfect,” Swiss whispered, his thrusts becoming slightly more erratic as his control began to slip, “So fucking perfect, firefly.” Dew’s fingers flexed against his bindings, his body tense and aching, but there was a strange comfort in surrendering completely to Swiss like this. He watched the multi's face, the way his jaw tightened, his brows furrowing as he chased his release. “Gonna come, Dew,” he warned, his voice rough and strained, “You’re gonna take it, aren’t you? Swallow every drop like the good boy you are.” Dew groaned softly in response, his pride sparking one last time, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he leaned into it and when Swiss finally spilled into his mouth, his release hot and sharp, Dew swallowed without hesitation, his eyes still locked on Swiss’s. Swiss sighed, content, his hand slipping from Dew’s hair to cradle his face gently, “Fuck,” he muttered, his breathing uneven as he came down from the high, "You did so good for me, firefly. I’m proud of you.”

Dew huffed again, his cheeks flushed as Swiss slowly withdrew, the lingering sensation of the piercing making him shiver. Swiss dropped to his knees in front of him, his hands moving immediately to the bindings at Dew’s wrists, “Hold still,” he murmured, his voice softer now as he undid the restraints. He tilted his head, pressing a soft kiss against Dew's ear, "You okay?"

Dew's eyes narrowed in mock irritation before he sat back on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him as he flexed his fingers, "Aside my knees," he looked down at them, red and sore, faint specks of blood bubbling to the surface from where they'd scraped against the cold stone floor, "I'm fine."

Swiss grinned, cupping Dew’s face again and brushing a thumb over his cheek as he followed his eyes, "Sorry about that," he brushed his lips against the fire ghouls, forcing him to look at him, "Still love me, right?"

Dew’s grumpiness faltered for a moment, his glare softening despite himself. The warmth in Swiss’s eyes, the way he held Dew like he was something precious, made it impossible to stay annoyed. He leaned into Swiss’s touch, letting out a quiet sigh. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, though his voice was softer now, “Don’t let it go to your head.” Swiss laughed, pulling Dew into his arms and holding him close, “Too late for that,” he teased, pressing a kiss to Dew’s temple, “You’ve already ruined me, firefly.”

[elenexdarkfire]

Sua Grazia

"Non piangete, fratelli, non siate malinconici, e neppure indecisi. La sua grazia sarà con voi tutti e vi proteggerà. Lodiamo piuttosto la sua grandezza, avendoci egli preparati e mandati agli uomini."

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A watercolor drawing with the touch of glittery pens and metallic details, this time Is another fanart of Paola "Chiara" and Papa Emeritus Terzo, in a much more romantic tone inspired by the evangelical iconographies and Klimt's romantic liberty/Noveau art.

The Mary Magdalene quote is also featured in the sun's main circle, this art is meant to represent the feeling of love and affection towards someone, like a bright sunshine giving you the motivation to start a new day, and the story of Mary Magdalene and Jesus Is a clear inspiration for these two (especially the song "Bloody Mary" by Lady Gaga).

Paola may be forever just a young girl hooked to the Clergy after becoming a Sister of Sin, just to achieve an immature love dream, but her feelings for the satanic pope are sincere.

And Terzo seems to feel them too, or is it just his to hide his insecure personality, full of self hate?

Who knows, their story Is quite complicated.