#with the bugs and dew drops

[grimmweepers]

PLSSSS IF ONLY WE WERE HEADING TO AUTUMN i would love that 😭😭 its only the first day of spring but its SO hot already (i might be exaggerating)

NO OMG ITS NOT JUST YOU. IT WAS SUPER WARM FOR ME AS WELL

but speaking of the sun, your ask just reminded me that i left my clothes outside LMFAOOO so now i have to scurry out of bed to get it

[sayxit]

Spooky Lace

[hawkpartys]

Tribe Chrysidini

[headspace-hotel]

i was outside for a couple hours today looking and watching the birds and looking at every plant and the huge variety of bugs on the plants

When you consider from the tiny, bug sized perspective of a bug, each species of plant...is its own biome

Each species of plant is food for its own specialist species of bugs that can eat ONLY that plant, (or it's close relatives, sometimes) and cannot eat anything else (E.g. Monarch butterflies with Milkweeds)

You can see this with aphids. Aphids that suck juices of Goldenrod are red, aphids of milkweed are yellowish orange, and aphids of curly dock are slate gray

Each species of plant has its own chemicals that protect it from being eaten by bugs that are susceptible, taking away competition for bugs that don't mind the chemicals

THEREFORE...each species of plant has its own characteristic fauna

And beyond that

Each species of plant has its own "terrain" (the structure of the stems and leaves and how they are positioned, what kinds of surfaces they provide to sit on or hide under)

Flowering plants each have their own nectar and pollen and their flowers are structured and colored differently to be specialized for the favored pollinator. (I wish I was a bee so I could taste how different each flower's nectar is...)

Each species of plant's leaves shade against the sun differently, each hairy or smooth stem captures drops of dew differently, and the shapes of leaves and stems and how they branch provides different environments that could be easy or difficult to navigate with wings or with legs.

I notice things I never would have read in books. I notice beetles and earwigs tucking themselves between leaves or in immature flower heads waiting for nighttime. I notice tiny spiders making webs in the underside of a folded leaf. I see ants crawling along the stems up to the flowers to drink nectar, and wonder how a tiny ant brain navigates the complicated 3D maze of stems and leaves.

It would be so time consuming to walk all the way up the stem of each and every flower, so the best plants for ants must be plants where the flowers touch and the ants can walk from one flower to the other. I saw ants on Yarrow and Lilac, and both of those plants are like that, with bunches of flowers close together.

Some bugs like to hang out underneath leaves, others on stems, still others beneath petals...bugs are living entire lives, working and eating and resting and having sex and caring for their young, and they need places to do these things. And when you're as small as a bug a plant is like a huge skyscraper or a whole neighborhood, but each species of plant would have different features and amenities.

So by introducing a greater diversity of plants, it allows for FAR more bugs, which explains the huge increase in bugs i've been seeing, which explains the huge increase in birds.

[sageofthestarz]

Dew walks in on Phantom trying to have some alone time and decides to help the quint out

Aka that first time Phantom fic I promised ages ago and forgot about

Dew can only smirk when he walks into their shared room at the hotel.

Dew had said he'd be out at some bar late with the others. Phantom having stayed behind claiming to be tired, Dew certainly didn't expect to see the younger ghoul borderline desperately humping his own pillow

Phantom was still rather new. To his knowledge he hasn't been wisked off to bed by anyone yet, so seeing him like this was a treat even if he was a little ashamed being there without permission

He cleared his throat and walked into the room further watching as Phantom froze, thighs shaking from where they were clenched around the much too soft and very wet looking pillow

"Well what do we have here?" Dew chirped out amused at the way he watched the quint try to pull a blanket over himself

"D-Dew I-" he goes to scramble to cover himself

"Calm done bug. I'll grab my wallet and leave you be, do warn a guy if you're wanting some alone time though" Dew hummed out trying not to laugh at the quints horrified face, the slow rocking of his hips didn't stop though much to Dews interest

"Ya'know. I'd think you wanted to be caught like this. Such a display and everything" he mused, really just being an asshole for the sake of it but the deep flush on the youngers face makes something in him stir

"Most of us just shoot in the showers kid, just so ya'know" Phantom whined covering his face in his hands

"I know! Okay I know.. I- I just. Can't. Can't get off unless it's like this.. even then I still just cant" he grumbled out. Embarrassment mixed with frustration. Unable to meet Dews eyes as his own had small tears coming to them

Dew was, more then a little surprised by the confession, taken aback but he felt for the younger

"I- Bug I'm not trying to make fun of you okay, just saying let me know so I can stay out of your hair.." he said glancing to the door, the instinct to flee pulling at him, but looking back at the newer ghoul, he really just wanted to help

He's seen how stressed out the quints been, sure this wasn't helping. New vessel to learn, the stress of tour, and the way the stress effected the vessel. He knew it all to well. With a small sigh and a loud drop of his keys he's made up his mind

"Hey, hey relax okay?" He said in a much softer tone before making his way over to the other

"Can I touch you?" He asked, pausing next to him.

Phantom started at him for a moment, glancing between Dews face and the outstretched hand like he was trying to decern if this was another of his cruel jokes. He was hesitant but desperate so he gave a quick nod, his core throbbing at the thought of another's hand on him

Dew smiled cupping his cheek and combing the hair from his face "You're okay" he cooed quietly feeling how tense he was

Phantom lent into the touch, a small gasp leaving his lips leaning into it like a cat nuzzling his face into the hand his whole body leaning into it.

He doesn't remember the last time he was touched for anything other then the shows.

He pet over his cheeks sitting down next to him, coaxing him with gentle overly warm hands. Rubbing down his shoulders soothing away any aches. Trailing them down giving a small brush over his nipples watching as the other sucked in a breath rolling his hips forward, until finally to his waist guiding him to his lap.

Phantom was still in boxers, settling down onto Dews thigh leaning against him.

"Do not be afraid to tell me if anythings too much okay?" Wanting to make sure the quint heard he tilted phantoms head up and pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. He set a slow pace, warm hands spreading over his thighs, around to cup his ass as he deepened the kiss, drinking up the moans that fell from the others lips

Soon his hands were gliding up, hands slipping under his shirt to move over chest feeling him up before thumbing over a nipple exparsmentally, before giving it a light little pinch as Phantom whined into his mouth. His hips twitching trying to find friction against Dews thigh

"Yeah? That feel good baby?" He asked leaning in to press a soft kiss down his jaw, then to his neck. Phantoms eyes fluttering shut as he slowly rocked against his thigh with quick nods

"Gonna take your shirt off okay baby?" another nod as he pulled it over the smallers head giving his little tits a look removing his own

Dew brought warm hands massaging over the quints shoulders, and down to lightly pinch his nipples giving them each a light tug "Look at you, so pretty~" he cooed softly watching the way Phantom shuttrred and ground down harder

"Yeah? You like it when I tell you how pretty you are?" The moan that fell from his lips was tell enough, a little info to file away for later use

Dew hummed happily kissing down his neck leaving a few light marks along his way, relishing in the small shakes and cry's the quint let out.

Licking slowly over his chest, watching his face as he took one of Phantoms nipples into his mouth, letting his hot tongue play with the harddened bud pulling a gasp him his lips squeezing his eyes shut tight

"Dew.. Dew please touch me?" He whined, unsure of where to place his hands eventually deciding onto his sides as Dew pulled back with a pleased hum

"You want to try something I think you'll like bug?" He asked much to Phantom frantic nodding. He wanted so badly to cum, he hadn't been able to since they left the abbey weeks ago

"Get up for a second okay?" There was a slight panic on his face but did as he was told. Watching as Dew laid back against the bed head propped up on the same pillow he was using earlier

"Take those off and come kneel over my head" he instructed, biting his lip as he watched the younger ghouls shaking hands slip off his boxers nervously before coming over and getting settled above Dew

"Brace your hands on the headboard there. Let me do the rest okay?" Another nod as he held on, jumping when Dews hands massaged up and down his thighs to his hips rubbing the ache he knew was there before guiding him down leaving a few kisses to his thighs, before licking slowly though his folds. Tasinting him, with a groan before he took the ghouls clit into his mouth

Phantom immediately tensed, this was very new to him. He didn't know what to expect but it certainly wasn't the fire ghouls hot tongue dragging so slowly over his clit, small shots of pleasure zipping up his spine.

Forcing deep breaths as he felt the ghouls tongue dip inside his folds and deep into him, thighs shaking in no time when he pulled back just to shut his arms holding his wasit to his face before diving back in sucking on him while letting his tongue press in long slow strokes over him

Dew was more then pleased feeling him squirm trying to buck his hips against his tongue. Giving in a little he helped guide his hips to grind against his tongue as he wanted, working him into to steady rythem. Moans and whines coming from above him as Phantom got used to the movement, using his mouth the same he would his pillow

When Dew brought a hand up to pet though his folds, collecting the slick from them before pressing a fingers inside Phantom couldn't hold back the loud moan as he started to desperately use the fire ghoul. Fucking himself back onto his fingers as dew added a second just to grind his clit against his tongue. It was pure pleasure filled torture

A whined chant of "Dew- Dew- Dew- gonna- fuck fuck-" scrambling to hold the fire gogiks head, hands fisted in his hair. "Cum for my baby, let me taste you" he purred out before doubling down, guiding his hips against his tongue moaning into his cunt and with a loud gasp Phantom came, fluid gushing from him as Dew worked him through it, thighs clamping against his head with thighs trembling. Deep panting breaths as he slowly came down Dew only smiled rubbing his hips and back

"You did so well, so good Phantom. Love your little cock so much. Taste so good" he purred gently guiding the shaking quints body to lay against his chest. Combing through Phantoms hair, and rubbing up and down his back as he calmed down

Phantom pressed his face into Dews neck, craving being close to him and Dew was more then willing to give him anything he needed. It took a bit, but once he was ready Phantom pulling away looking up to Dew with a blissed out look

"Hey there starlight, back with me?" He asked, a shy nod coming from Phantom "Good, you want to go get a shower? Get you some water and then we can rest?" another nod comes from him.

Dew takes him to get cleaned up, gentle as could be then wisked right back to bed for some cuddles and maybe another few rounds later on, ready to teach the quint all the way he could use his new vessel

[divine-misfortune]

Mist gave Dew a small little seahorse plush the day he left for his first tour. It wasn't big, fit pretty well I'm his hand. It was seafoam green with two orange buttons for eyes. He fell in love with it the second she pulled it from her pocket.

Years later he still has it. Well loved and a little more patch worked than before, It sits in the corner of his bunk just above his pillow. When he's stressed or overwhelmed he tends to just hold one of it's little fins, petting it between his fingers till his mind calms enough to rest.

And now he sees the bags settle under Phantom's eyes within their first week away. The kid looks like he could drop dead any second from exhaustion. When he asks, the kid laughs and shrugs. It's hard to sleep on a moving bus, thsts something Dew understands. So that night just after everyone's turned in, when he hears Phantom rolling about restlessly, he frowns.

Dew gathers himself and his faithful little friend and slips into Phantom's bunk, shooing him back against the wall to accommodate both of them in the little space. Phantom doesn't question a thing, not when Dew tells him to roll over and face the wall or when his arm slips around his waist, not even when Dew presses the little seahorse against his chest.

"Always found it easier getting to sleep with someone there," Dew mumbled into his hair as Phantom gingerly accepted the stuffed animal. "I'll be a short term solution, but he can be your long term...Always helped me get to sleep even on the worst nights. Just gotta take good care of him and he'll take good care of you."

Phantom giggled softly and tucked it beneath his chin like it were cuddled up to him. Dew gave a laugh himself and kissed the back of his neck.

"Get some sleep bug, we're right here."

[ozarkthedog]

𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫

summary: you and joel sneak away for a quick fuck during a family outing.

warnings: no outbreak!joel miller x fem!reader. literally, it's all porn. sex in the woods. dirty talk. sorry again tommy. no beta.

word count: 660

authors note: just a little thot i had after seeing this pic :)

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ♁ 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ☾

“Gotta make this quick, Sweetheart.” Joel looks cautiously around the tree he’s got you shoved up against. He sees Sarah and her two friends screeching and splashing each other in the water while Tommy sleeps with his hat over his face on the back of the boat.

He slides a hand between your legs and hooks your swimsuit bottoms to the side. “Gonna wanna keep that pretty mouth shut.” A wad of warm spit lands on your crack and drips down to where Joel is teasingly prodding your puffy center. 

His bulbous, weeping head catches your slick opening before pushing ever so slowly into your heat. Your jaw drops open with a pained gasp. Sex with Joel always felt like the first time even after all these years. Bending over the hard tree stump and pushing your ass in the air doesn’t help as it makes you even tighter. 

“Shit-” Joel hisses like he’d been punched in the gut. “M’not gonna last long with you squeezin’ me like that. So fuckin’ tight.”

Your head hangs heavy between your shoulders as you try to relax. The bark under your fingers is rough and earthy, a needed distraction from the pain as he spreads you open with his cock. 

Wandering fingers find the crux of your mound and glide over your clit. He swirls the tender nub with precision as his hips keep a steady rhythm. His cock starts to easily glide in and out of your core as he feels you succumb to the pleasure. “Come on, sweet girl. You can take mor’a me.”

A wanton moan tumbles from your lips and into the lush expanse as he bottoms out. His crown grazes your cervix making your walls convulse. “Thatta’ girl. Swallowin’ me whole.” Joel praises, splaying kisses between your sun kissed shoulder blades. “Gettin’ every inch wet. S’my fuckin’ good girl.” 

Pleasure creeps up your spine. Your cunt throbs and pulses around his length. Shiny arousal drips from your pussy and stains his cock with your slick before he fucks it back into you. A thin white layer gathers around the base of his length gelling down his wiry dark brown strands as he grunts above you.

“Already makin’ a mess.” Joel chuckles against your neck. You mewl under him and arch your back desperate to meet every drive of his hips.

His pelvis roughly smacks into your fleshy ass with each thrust. Feverishly hands grasp your hips imprinting the pads of his fingers onto your skin while he snarls above you. His tongue darts across your neck and tastes your salty dew before his teeth graze and scratch the tender skin marking you like an animal.

Your cunt spasms as white light explodes behind your eyes. A heavy hand covers your mouth and nose making your eyes bug. “That’s it. Good girl.” He grunts as he continuously fucks you through your high and restricts your breath until your cunt drives him over the edge. 

Your fingers dig into the bark as he removes his hand from your mouth and grasps your hips. He tugs you back onto his length, wildly pumping and thrusting his cock deeper than before as he growls into your shoulder. His hips go still as he fills you to the brim with his gluey spend, painting your velvet walls white as you milk every last drop from his balls. 

“Hey, where were you guys?” Tommy asks, sitting up and adjusting his baseball cap. He tosses Joel a beer as the two of you climb back on the boat. 

“Uhh, you know,” Joel looks at you behind his shades with a sly grin. “Sight seein’.” He says while cracking open the beer.

You try to hide your snicker by adjusting the straps of your suit and looking off in the other direction but Tommy wasn’t fooled.

“Why am I not surprised!” The younger man hollers and shakes his head. “I gotta find a woman like that.”

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[inkdragon1900]

I’m like 90% sure everyone is slightly dehydrated in TLT so I’ve decided to sort the characters into their begrudging drink of choice actual hydration optional.

Gideon: 100% it’s Gatorade.

Harrow: least hydrated of everyone here. I’m gonna say lukewarm tap water.

Ianthe: homemade strawberry açaí refresher dupe. (She got cut out off of the third house funds so she can’t afford a venti anymore. You just know the Lyctorhood allowance is shit)

Coronabeth: Iced Matcha.

Camilla: The only person who actually carries around a water bottle. If she wants something fun she puts those little flavor drops in her water.

Palamedes: Chocolate milk or a capri sun.

Pyrrha: Panera charged lemonade.

Mercy: Wine

Augustine: Listerine. also mountain dew

John/Jod: canonically it’s tea but I just know he likes an iced caramel macchiato.

Alecto: Sea water.

Nona: Sunny D aka liquid evil.

Judith: Sparkling water and Pepsi.

Ortus: plain black coffee with a splash of milk.

Abigail: Earl grey tea.

Magnus: Guinness beer.

Jeannemary: Bug Juice.

Isaac: Blk water.

Naberius: espresso. But only from his fancy espresso machine.

Marta Dyas: lemon water with a cute umbrella.

The real™️ Dulcinea: Piña coloda.

Protesilaus: Chamomile tea or scotch.

Cytherea: Martini (neat)

[blooming-violets]

Lucky number 13 for Nature please :)

Apple Of My Eye || TASM Smut

Nature - 13: beneath the shade of trees in the middle of an orchard

[TASM Peter Parker x Fem!Reader]

WC: 1k (look at me being short and sweet for once in my damn life)

A/N: Two weeks later and I'm finally start to write for these prompts! I'm a slow bitch, I can not help it.

“It’s colder than I thought it would be out here.” She wrapped her arms around her sweater to try and hug out the chill in her bones. “I don’t think a skirt and tights was the right choice.” 

Peter’s eyes roved over her body, taking in her legs in the sheer tights, “I think they were the perfect choice.” 

That was easy for him to say. He had pants on. 

She rolled her eyes and dropped the wooden basket full of apples she was carrying at the base of the closest tree trunk. 

“Your opinions don’t count when you just like how my legs look in tights.” 

They had been wandering through this apple orchard for almost two hours. At this point in their trek, they had yet to come across any other pickers for over forty minutes. They were deep into the orchard. 

Probably lost. 

Though Peter would never admit that. 

With two full baskets of apples, they had more than enough for her mother, May, and themselves. 

She sighed and leaned against the knotted tree, kicking at a rotten apple with the toe of her leather boot. 

She was tired and hungry and cold and sick of picking apples. 

“Are you going to give me your jacket or are you just going to stare at my legs some more?”

Peter tore his eyes away from watching the way the light breeze made her skirt dance around her thighs. 

“What?”

She threw up her hands in exasperation, “Oh my god!”

He laughed, tackling her off the tree and wrapping his arms around her, dragging her straight to the dew covered grass. 

“I was kidding, baby, kidding!” He pinned her to the ground, keeping her shoulders locked down with his palms and sliding his knees around her hips.

She couldn’t remember the last time she laid on the grass without a blanket between her and the ground. 

“Peter!” She cried. “It’s wet down here. Cold and wet. Probably bugs. Worms. Little beetles. Oh god, spiders!”

“Shut up,” he laughed. He shoved his lips against hers to keep her quiet with a kiss. “It’s not cold. You’re just tired and cranky because we’ve been walking for approximately ten full business days while carrying all these apples.”

She nodded, huffing, “This is true. You got us lost. And now you’ve forced me to lay in Spider’s Ville. I bet they're crawling in my hair right now and laying their eggs.”

“The only spider down here is me and I’m already on top of you so you have nothing more to worry about.” 

That got her to drop a bit of her attitude, turning her head to the side, the wet grass tickling her cheek, as she tried to hide her smile.

“Don’t you turn away from me when I’m being cute,” he chastised. 

His hand slipped around her chin to gently turn her face back to him. He leaned down to kiss her again. 

Taking his time. 

Adoring her lips. 

He slid down her body and forced himself to a kneel between her legs.

“You don’t need my jacket. I have other ways of warming you up,” he whispered, throwing a wink at her. 

Her eyes widened in surprise, “Not here! We’re in public!”

Peter lifted his head and looked around, “Baby, please, all I see is you, me, and a shit ton of apples.” 

“Well they could come!” 

A suggestive smirk grew across his lips, “You’ll be the only cumming, don’t worry.” 

Before she could even protest, his hand was slipping up her shirt and covering her breast over her bra, while he attacked her mouth with fiery kisses. 

“Omph, Peter,” she tried to breathe through his kiss. “This is…is…oh.” 

He had tugged down the strap of her bra, loosening the cup, so he could access her nipple. As she spoke, he flicked a finger against it, causing her to forget her words. 

Her quiet moans in response were all he needed to keep going. 

His tongue slipped past her lips, tangling with hers, enticing her to play along. 

Her body relaxed, hands slowly moving up to run through his hair, as she submitted to his will. 

The moment he felt her give in, he was ready to go. 

Peter broke from the kiss to slide down her stomach. He trailed kisses over her sweater until he reached her skirt. 

“You said you didn’t like these tights, right?” He panted, eyes wide with mischief. “They weren’t keeping you warm enough?”

She silently nodded, still trying to catch her breath from his dizzying kiss. 

His hand disappeared under her skirt and a loud RIP followed. 

She gasped in shock, “Peter!” She felt the massive hole he had torn open in her crotch. “That’s your solution to me being cold? Ripping my clothes off me? Counter productive.”

He chuckled under his breath, already settling himself in the grass between her legs, laying on his stomach and smirking up at her. 

“Are you really that averse to my methods?”

She went quiet, hiding her need to smile. She wasn’t averse to it. She actually found it to be incredibly sexy. They were just a pair of cheap tights. 

But she refused to tell him that. 

He winked, reading her facial expressions anyway, “That’s what I thought. Now shut up and let me eat you like one of these apples.” 

Chilly hands gently hooked behind her knees, raising her legs and spreading them wider, so he could scoot his shoulders closer. Peter pushed aside her underwear and let out a happy sigh at the sight awaiting him. 

“I love this pussy,” he whispered to it. 

His head ducked under her skirt and descended to her inner thighs. He brought his lips to her soft, rolling flesh. He traveled with kisses over her stretch marks and blemishes that he would never allow her to even think about calling imperfections. 

There wasn’t a single inch of her skin that Peter didn’t adore. 

Whatever reservations she might have had moments ago fly away the moment his breath hit her where she needed it most. The anticipation of what was to come had stoked a spark of her desire into a roaring lame. She didn’t care where he took her just as long as his tongue was buried in her pussy. 

A whimper escaped her as they made contact. 

She felt him give a breathy, hot laugh against her, knowing just as well as she did that she was enjoying this more than she wanted to let on. 

He mumbled against her dewy lips, “You’re the cutest.”

He always loved hearing her whimper and moan despite all the fight she would put up. 

She would give in. 

Every time. 

Peter delved back in, licking a steady stripe over her soft folds, dipping into her for a taste before dragging his tongue back up to her clit. 

Tight, slow circles toyed with her sweet bud. 

His mintrations were reserved. Lazy. Like he was purposely taking his time to savor every stretching second. 

Languid and precise. 

But it wasn’t long until he had her mewling and writhing over him. 

The sounds urged him to hasten his work. 

He wrapped his arms around her legs, pushing them up, locking his arms over her stomach so he could hold her closer. His face buried into her. Head hidden under her skirt. Lapping his tongue over her soaked, sensitive folds. Tending to her clit, worshiping it between his lips, before sinking his tongue back into her for another taste. 

Heat rose over her body, warming her skin, pushing away the chill. 

At least he was correct in delivering on that front. She was no longer cold. 

Steaming hot. 

Panting. 

Her thighs trembled in Peter’s hold as pleasure seemed to pulse out from between them. 

She let out a long, gasping moan. Trying to be silent should anyone be nearby but unable to keep it in. 

Peter was too good with his tongue. 

He responded with a guttural moan of his own from under her skirt, eating her out like a starving man unabashedly enjoying his first meal in days. 

The vibrations of such a low, growling moan spread across her clit and sent shivers up her arching spine. 

Her fists clenched at clumps of wet grass. 

Feeling it give way in her hands. Ripping up. Dirt sinking under her nails. 

She should be embarrassed how quickly Peter could take her from complaining about the cold to forcing her to orgasm but she couldn’t focus on anything besides that building pleasure. 

His tongue pulled breathy whimpers from her lips. 

Easing her closer and closer to that beautiful release. 

“P-Peter!’ She gasped, letting out a desperate, needy whine. “Feels…so good!”

He was mumbling something against her lips but his words were muffled out by her cunt. 

His grip around her belly tightened. 

He knew she was almost there. 

Hanging on by a quivering thread. 

Peter turned all his attention to making love to her clit.

Her hips canted, arching off the ground. 

Peter anticipated the move, shifting to follow her, knowing her well enough to predict where her body will go. Never letting the latch his mouth had on her pussy slip for even a second. 

Her calves shook under her weight, holding her up, following her trembling thighs as her body gave in. 

Her hand slammed across her mouth to stifle the shriek she desperately wanted to let rip. Letting it fall against her heavy, clamped hand instead.

Smelling the earthy dirt mixed with juicy apples against her fingers. 

The faint smell of sex lingering in the wind. 

Wet grass clinging to her skin. 

Her clothes, damp. 

Her body, on fire. 

Peter stayed dutifully to her spasming pussy, letting her ride it out, sucking out every last drop she had to give, until she came crashing back to earth. 

He lapped through her folds with moaning growls of delight as he cleaned her with his tongue. 

It was only when she couldn’t take it anymore, far too sensitive post orgasm, that she shoved him out from under her skirt with her hand. 

He emerged with a lopsided, glistening grin that screamed a silent “I told you so”. 

It was only them and the apples. 

Not a single person wandered on to the erotic feast he had devoured. 

She threw a sweatered arm over her eyes to block out the sight of red apples against the deep blue sky. 

Breathing heavily.

Feeling uncomfortable wet down below. 

She felt him crawling over her. The weight of his stomach pressed against her. 

His salty lips urged her out of hiding with his tongue gliding into her mouth.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, kissing him deeply. 

Peter’s eyes were shining, proud of the work he had done this lazy afternoon.

He didn’t care for her ripped tights or soaked underwear or the fact that they were both covered in wet grass stains. 

All he cared about was her and making sure her mood had shifted. 

She shook her head up at him, still not fully believing he had suckered her into this.

“I love you to my core,” he murmured, a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re the apple of my eye. You’re so a-peel-ing to me, baby. Let’s go home and live apple-y ever after.” 

“I literally hate you so much right now.” 

His laughter was enough to prove her statement false. 

She loved him. 

Even if he was a dork.

[gravehags]

i just know phantom is in the kitchen on international women’s day making the ghoulettes the most deflated but adorable red velvet cake. dew comes in to steal a lick of the bowl and to make fun of him and the “kiss the ghoul” apron he borrowed from aether. the cake is supposed to be a surprise but when sunshine strides into the kitchen looking for a la croix she’s met with bug slathering frosting on his lopsided creation. he’s so involved he doesn’t notice her at first so she quickly waves cumulus, cirrus, and aurora in to watch. when he finally realizes they’re there he lets out a shout and drops the knife before lamely announcing “happy uh…happy women’s day.”

the girls happily devour the cake and keep him locked in their quarters for three days afterwards. when he finally emerges - dazed, walking funny, and ridiculously happy - swiss has to be impressed.

[hypnoneghoul]

dew being uncharacteristically sappy and soft? for rain or for his pack and papa in general? soft gremlin hugs thoughts in my brain rn

While he wasn’t touch averse at all, most of the time Dewdrop wasn’t especially clingy. Showing affection? Yes, but not being all… sappy and soft.

He had his moments, though. Sometimes—for whatever reason—he felt the need to show his packmates all the love he had for them even more than he usually did. He became a true cuddle bug then, as Swiss liked to call him. No bite, not even a playful snap of his teeth.

Just a soft creature full of love.

Dewdrop’s current victim was Mountain. The earth ghoul had been the first one awake and Dewdrop had followed shortly after, slinking up to him as he was brewing himself morning tea. He’d purred, gluing himself to Mountain’s back, and he’d sighed at the warmth.

“Good morning, Fire Lily,” he’d smiled, placing his hands on Dewdrop’s own where they were wrapped around his stomach. He had only hummed in response and carried on.

Until now. Now they were cuddled up on the couch. Mountain with his tea in hand and Dewdrop curled up in his lap, nose tucked under the earth ghoul’s jaw, purring up a storm. Mountain was absentmindedly running the fingers of his free hand through the other’s sleep-tangled hair. It was warm and peaceful.

Swiss and Rain joined soon after. The latter wasn’t very much awake, all but thrown over Swiss’ shoulder as he carried him into the common room. He set him down on the couch by Dewdrop and Mountain and even though he was half asleep, Rain shuffled over to snuggle into the fire ghoul’s back. Like a moth to the flame.

“Mmm… Hi, Rainy,” Dewdrop muttered. He wiggled in Mountain’s lap to turn around and opened his arms for Rain to fall into. He did, face in Dewdrop’s chest and the fire ghoul’s head on Mountain’ shoulder. Their small cuddle puddle.

Soon, Swiss came back with coffee for himself and tea for Rain. He stood over the three, grinning, “Awww, you cuties. Cuddle bug time?”

“Mhm,” Dewdrop hummed in affirmation and that—the fact he just… confirmed—was an answer enough.

“Cuddle bug time it is,” Swiss chuckled and set the steaming cups on the coffee table. Then, he flopped himself down next to Rain, curling his body around him. The water ghoul kicked up a purr, matching Dewdrop’s own, at both his and Swiss’ warmth engulfing him.

Swiss rested his head next to Dewdrop’s on Mountain’s shoulder and the earth ghoul dropped his own head, too, cheek on Swiss’ forehead. The four of them all cozied up. Mountain finished his tea and used his tail to put the empty mug away, then curled more around the fire ghoul in his lap. He was the next one to start purring, Swiss joining soon after.

It would probably be a while before any other ghoul woke up—or rather emerged from their room—so the common room fell silent for now. Apart from the purring, of course.

Nobody saw anyone else’s face, but if they did, they’d notice Dewdrop was sporting the biggest, proudest and happiest smile ever.

[coffeeghoulie]

May we get a little fic about Phantom demanding hugs from Swiss (both onstage and at the bows) does he just want a cuddle or is it an anxiety thing? :)

absolutely, Aeon needing cuddles coming right up. I cannot get over how much I love writing the two of them.

No warnings for this one, just fluff.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

It takes a while for Aeon to come out of their shell. Skittish and scared, still adjusting to life outside of the Pit. But the moment that shell cracks, shatters into pieces, they make up for it tenfold. Turns out, being neglected of touch for years and years and years makes a sort of void, eager to be filled.

It's hard to catch Aeon alone these days. They're always clinging to one of their packmates, shyness long forgotten, curious and inquisitive. But even the most clingy ghouls need space sometimes, especially when they're living in close quarters with seven other ghouls on tour.

Swiss knows something's up when Aeon doesn't slip into his bunk with him. They curl into their own in the tightest ball they can. The privacy curtain is always drawn taut. He doesn't push it. He knows what a ghoul's first tour takes, can almost taste the constant exhaustion rolling from Aeon in waves.

They put up a front on stage, still interacting with the crowd and with their packmates, but it's almost subdued some. They don't bend as far back for Rain, drop a little slower to their knees for Dew. Aeon still wanders back to Swiss's platform at the beginning of Dance Macabre, more out of necessity than anything. They still need to retune, withdrawn or not.

Swiss crouches down when they come up to him. Offers his fist to bump instead of messing with them like he normally does. He cocks his head at the quintessence ghoul when they leave him hanging. He takes a deep breath and pops back up for his cue.

It's no surprise when Aeon flees after bows, wiping the palms of their hands on their already sweaty vest. Dew nudges his shoulder against Swiss's as they follow. "Has the voidling said anything's wrong?"

Swiss takes a deep breath, pulling his helmet off the moment he's out of sight of the audience. "Nah, but I can't sense anything really, deeply wrong," he says, wishing the venue staff weren't around, itching to drop his glamour. "I think it's just because it's the first tour. You know how I was during mine."

Dew scoffs, but there's concern and softness in his voice that he'll never really admit out loud. "Yeah, you were a fucking piece of work."

Swiss rolls his eyes. He nudges Dew back. "But Aeon's not. I- I'll check in on the bug."

Dew takes a long breath. Lets it out. "Check in on them, please."

By the time the rest of the pack gets back to the bus, Aeon's bunk curtain is drawn tight. Swiss listens, and their breathing is slow and even, and even he knows better than to wake an exhausted ghoul from whatever rest they can get.

Swiss doesn't get a chance to talk to Aeon until literally in the middle of the next Ritual. They're all so busy, running around and making sure things go smoothly.

Aeon's still a little out of it, not throwing their entire self into their blocking. Swiss keeps his eye on them the entire time, only half paying attention to his own responsibilities. Papa might take it out of his hide if he really fucks up, but that's not important right now.

Dance Macabre starts, and Aeon wanders back to the platform. This time, Swiss immediately drops to his knees. He's eye level with them this way. Swiss opens his arms, carefully drawing Aeon into an embrace and shoving their face into his shoulder. He ignores the way the goggles dig into his collarbone.

Thankfully, Aeon seems to melt into it. They don't have a lot of time until Aeon needs to head back to the front of the stage. Through the glamour, Swiss does his best to pump out a calming scent that they can breathe through the balaclava. "You alright, buggy?" he breathes, eyes glancing out over the stage.

Aeon takes a second longer to answer. "Mhm. Good. Better."

He pats their shoulder. Every part of him screams to keep them here in his arms, but their next cues are coming up. "Talk to me later, sweetheart."

Aeon nods and darts back up to stage right. Swiss smiles, dives back into the Ritual. Only a song and a half to go.

When Square Hammer finishes and the ghouls congregate for bows, Swiss takes Aeon's hand in his gently, twining their fingers together. Aeon perks up, squeezing Swiss's much bigger hand. He glances at them through the side of his goggles.

Swiss watches them as they go down and back up instead of watching the crowd. It's impossible for them to tell, really. His attention needs to be on one of his newest packmates, and he could honestly give a shit about the humans right now.

Papa dismisses them, and the pack breaks into smaller groups as they head offstage. Aeon, now that they've reluctantly let go of Cirrus's hand as she breaks off with her girls, clings to Swiss's side. He grins down at them, pointing to them like he's hamming them up to the audience. They eat it up, like they do any time he interacts with his pack, but he really doesn't care. Swiss leads them backstage, and moves to let go of them so he can take his helmet off.

"Nope, don't, don't let go," Aeon says, wrapping their own arms around his waist like they're daring him to even try. "I- I need it."

Swiss hooks his arm around their upper arms, pulling them hard into his side so the side of their helmet rests on his shoulder. "Then I won't let go," he says, turning to press a kiss to the dome of their helmet. There's a smear of grease paint and black lipstick on the plastic when he pulls away. "Not until we have to get changed, okay?"

Aeon hums in approval. They let him lead him back to the dressing rooms, claiming spots in the far corner where the rest of the pack is unlikely to bother them too much. They quickly shower and change, and Swiss hands them one of his own hoodies. He's taller and broader enough that they drown in the fabric. Aeon nuzzles into it, and Swiss feels a pang of possessive pride settle in his chest.

The rest of the pack is still cleaning up as he leads Aeon out of the venue and back to the bus. They chuff happily, tucked against his side until Swiss guides them in front of him to climb the stairs. The two of them make their way single file to the bunks, and like a gentleman, Swiss helps Aeon into his own bunk, following close behind and shutting the curtain behind them.

It's a bit of a scramble for them to adjust themselves into the way they usually lay; Swiss on his back, Aeon on their stomach on top of him. Once they're settled, Swiss runs long fingers through their hair, pushing black and white off of their forehead.

"You wanna talk, sweetheart?" he says, chuffing softly as he kisses their forehead.

Aeon shrugs. "Got a little overwhelmed for a couple days," they hum, blinking slowly as they settle on top of him. "Thought I needed a little space. But that just ended up making things worse."

Swiss kicks up a purr, wrapping an arm tight around the small of their back. "Anything you need, bug, ask it and I'm your ghoul."

Aeon grins, mismatched eyes and crooked teeth gleaming in the dim light. "Lucifer, you make me really happy."

He keeps carding through their hair, guiding them up to press a soft kiss to their cheek. "Oh, bug, me too."

Aeon's tail winds around Swiss's as they lay back down, tucking their head under Swiss's chin. All's right, his body rumbling with a purr underneath them. Aeon chuffs and shuts their eyes, a long day finally over.

[bloodfin]

CW implied forcefem

Dew let it slip to Phantom that Rain likes to be bullied sometimes. Flip the script, so to speak. Conveniently leaves out how, though.

And one day the little bug is sitting on Rain's bed, kicking their feet, waiting for him to finish getting ready, when Dew's words start playing in their head.

"Damn cheap liner," Rain hisses to himself, snatching the sharpener from the counter again.

Rain is talking to himself, of course, but Phantom snaps their head up, a little smirk curling on their face.

"Dunno Rainy, seems like a skill issue to me."

Phantom feels their stomach drop when Rain turns towards them.

"Skill issue, huh?"

The way Rain's head is tilted is definitely predatory, something in their brainstem telling them to run.

They don't though, which is how they end up in front of the mirror, Rain behind them, growling about skill issues.

And when Phantom and Rain walk into the den forty minutes late, Phantom's face streaked with mascara and messy lipstick, the rest of the pack are smart enough to pretend not to notice.

[stardew-and-cozycore]

Nicknames the bachelors/backelorettes would give the farmer:

Sam: darling, sweetie, honey, baby, love. Very innocent and traditional nicknames said with the same tone as everything else he says UNLESS it's after 9pm and you're cuddling.

Abigail: sweet cheeks, hot mama, babe, hoe, chickie. She'd smack your ass and kiss your cheek after every nickname.

Harvey: dearest, love bug, pookie bear. Basic but cute. He secretly watches rom coms and steals the weirdest and cheesiest names from them.

Shane: chickadee, sunshine, bro. He just gives off washed up frat boy vibes to me but he'd say them all with a smile at least.

Penny: darling, dear, honey, lovely. She just adores you and will call you all these and their Latin equivalents.

Sebastian: boudica, babe, mami, my moon and stars. Firstly, if you don't know who boudica is, she led an army against the Romans and was a great warrior and I feel like he'd definitely know this and call you this after you get back tired from the mines.

Alex: bae, dove, big L (L for love), broski. He's a little awkward and brags too much about having romantic attention to have actually been in a relationship.

Maru: Einstein, honeydew, dew drop, diamond, flower. She's just adorable and is going to give you the most adorable and meaningful nicknames.

Haley: bae, baby, babe, bitch, whore, love, gorgeous, kitten, girlie, sunflower. All said with soooo much excitement. You are literally her favorite thing in the whole world and how she says all these it's obvious.

Elliot: my love, darling, goddess, the most gorgeous muse, angel, ethereal rose, my heart, melita (little honey in Latin cus you know he's fluent in it). He will say the most gorgeous names to you while carefully tucking stray hair out of your face. He's so calm and caring and sweet and will recite to you ancient Latin poems while cooking you dinner.

[divine-misfortune]

Phantom accidentally getting his knot stuck in a fleshlight and he just has to kinda sit there humiliated till it goes down but Dew finds him sitting there leaking cum all over his lap and just has to absolutely take the toy in his hands and make sure Phantom milked every last drop from himself.

Tugging at his knot, grinding the toy down against his hips. Dew pushes his thighs apart in order to lap up whatevers managed to drip out of the toy before he pays special attention to his sack - mumbles something about them still feeling so full, tells Phantom he didn't do a good enough job. Poor Phantom has his face buried in his hands, tears pricking in his eyes as he complains that its too much, that it hurts, but Dew flashes him such a sickly sweet smile and promises to help him really empty his balls because he can't have his little bug pent up.

After all, Phantom wouldn't be trying to rut up into it if he didn't want it, would he?