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baby loves | blake hughes au

[blake hughes au]

summary: blake and nico find out they're expecting their first baby + the announcement.

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the bitter wind nips at blakes neck and hands as she trudges back home from the corner store a few blocks away. walking it seems - is the only she was going to be getting her workouts in as she was too tired to do anything after work. she could feel that familiar fatigue now, the droop of her eyes as strangers whip past her in their cars. she had thought that she was just bored and the business of her schedule had been exhausting her, but naps became more frequent and the excuses less plausible.

when she opens the door to hers and nico’s new place her animals quickly find her - another recent development. charlie, her doberman dog of the past 6 years, was anxious when it came to leaving blake unattended. goldie, the black cat, seemed to pick up on charlies traits and also loved to follow blake around the house.

blakes phone rings and she answers easily, “yes i’m home now. completely safe,”

“you shouldn't be out walking so late... it makes me nervous,” her husband replied in a thick swiss accident. she texted him where she was going out of habit, loving to narrate her day to him through brief texts. it made her feel like she was less alone when he was gone.

“i’ll take the car next time. i was just hungry,” she supplies, setting her two heavy grocery bags onto the counter. “how was the game? i meant to watch but i fell asleep,”

nico sighs, “you didn’t miss much”

blake pauses from unloading her food, “i’m sorry. you guys will find your groove soon,”

there was a brief silence on nico’s end and she could imagine the hurt and upset etched across his face from the teams losing streak.

“yeah… uh, …” nico stumbles on his words.

“i love you” blake speaks softly.

nico sighs, “i love you. I’m sorry for being quiet tonight. i’m just tired of this…” the this in question being losing.

before blake could manage a reply, the phone was snatched from nico’s hand and a surprisingly energetic jack spoke loudly into the speaker.

“hey blakey, nico said you weren’t feeling well this week?”

“i’ve just been tired. nothing serious,” blake remarks, continuing her effort in putting her groceries away. she went a little too crazy in the small store and now she had three different salsas and a variety of chips all calling her name…

“tired… i’m kind of tired too,” jack announces before entering his own conversation with his seatmate.

the line went quiet again and for a second blake thought jack had hung up on her before nico’s voice sounded through her speaker. “alright well, i’ll let you eat. we’re just driving back to the hotel now so i’ll call before bed,”

blake hums as she cracks open a jar of salsa labelled scorching, “alright love you, bye”. nico echoes her sentiments before hanging up the call.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

three boxes of pregnancy tests sit stacked under the cabinet in the master bedroom. since the teams baby shower last week, blake has had this overwhelming feeling that she was pregnant. it would explain the fatigue, the sickness, all the food, and the animals being so protective over her… she just had to wait for nico to come back home from a roadie so that she could test.

she was anxiously sitting on the couch with charlie resting across her lap when the front door opens loudly. “blake?” nico calls out, setting his suitcase in the entryway before walking into the living room.

“hi,” blake breathes out nervously as she wrings her hands in her lap.

“whats going on? are you okay?” nico’s eyes melt as he tries to study blakes face.

“i think i’m pregnant,” blake gets off the couch slowly, and nicos eyes follow her every movement. “i just have this feeling and i-”

“have you taken a test?” he asks and the corners of his mouth twitch as his excitement grows. they had been talking about starting to try for a baby a lot recently and nico couldn't wait for them to have a family of their own.

“no but i have some upstairs,” blake explains as nico grabs a hold of her hand. “i wanted to wait for you before taking any”

five minutes later, nico and blake sit on the edge of their tub as the timer on nico’s phone counted down from 3 minutes. the newlyweds hold onto each other tightly as they eagerly await their results.

soon enough nico’s timer echoes throughout the bathroom and the two are enveloped in nervous tension as they each grab hold of two tests. with shaky hands they flip over all of the tests.

pregnant

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pregnant 3+

“oh my gosh,” blake gasps as she turns to face nico with tears in her eyes. “we’re having a baby!”

nico’s slow to look away from all the positive tests but when he finally catches blake’s eye he starts softly crying. “we’re having a baby,” he echoes, pulling blake into a comforting hug.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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blake.hischier late summer post🫂

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nicohischier Love you❤️

trevorzegras i miss the cat

user08 anyone notice how she hasn’t posted any full body / ootd pics recently? i miss them so much ive got no style inso now

user12 there’s a thread going around on twitter right now speculating that she’s pregnant and tbh i think she is!

user57 pretty girl!!💘

user94 baby hischier soon?👀

user36 i’m missing the podcast but i’m so happy that you’re moving onto new things! love you so much <3

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

a few months later...

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blake.hischier surprise !! rudi hischier was born in november 🧸🤍

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nicohischier Our boy🧸❤️

blake.hischier im crying again 🥹🤍

jackhughes 😭😭😭😭😭

jackhughes Now tell everyone that im his fav uncle

blake.hischier well….

trevorzegras middle name: trevor ✅

blake.hischier ?

_quinnhughes You guys are already the best parents. Rudi is so lucky that you’re his mom, i’m so proud of you blakey!

blake.hischier thank you so much quinny😭

lhughes_06 whens he getting in skates ?

user01 OH MY GOD?????

user24 i remember becoming a fan of yours when u were skating and now youre a mom… im crying

user16 they had a baby😭😭🫶

user87 your “N” necklace🫠 congrats u guys!!

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nicohischier Rudi Hischier ❤️

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blake.hischier my boys🥹🤍

tmeier96 congratulations to you two!

holtz_10 baby hisch in the house⚡️

lhughes_06 Cutest kid

dawson1417 Congrats guys!❤️

trevorzegras about the kids middle name ..

_quinnhughes Love you guys, congrats!❤️

jackhughes nephew looking fresh💯

#blake hughes au #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier x oc #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier fic

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mikkomacko · 7 days

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After reading the recent chapter of Him & I, the image of teen Nico and the others trying to adjust to life in NJ has me in a chokehold lol

May I request for any shenanigans our boys may have gotten into during their first few months in the states? 👀

Stop I love this request! Just a bunch of silly teen boys in a new country together haha

Thanks so much requesting! Let me know if you want some more funny moments between the guys

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“Nico, I love you man but when am I gonna get my own bed?”

Timo is sprawled out across the queen size bed, McDonald’s fries and a burger resting in his lap. It’s been his obsession food for the last month they’ve been in Jersey and Nico is patently waiting for the day it all makes him sick.

“I’m trying Timo,” he huffs, looking up from the hoard of emails he’s been sifting through. His first order of business when he got to Jersey was finding something in the area to invest in. That something was a beloved bar in the area that had been shut down a few years ago and now he’s trying to build it all back up. “A few more weeks and I’ll look for somewhere new, ok?”

The apartment is nice, not a penthouse but large and luxurious. Enough to keep them all comfortable until he can afford an equally nice place for everyone. Technically leased under Nico’s name, it’s his permanent home now. And the home of the friends he brought with him. Three bedrooms in all, but Jesper and Jonas brought their girls with them, and Nico felt it was best they got rooms for themselves. Leaving him and Timo to double-up unless someone wanted the couch.

“Not that I don’t like the bonding,” Timo laughs, shoveling fries into his mouth. “I just didn’t realize how much of a cuddler you are.”

“Shut up!” Nico grumbles, cheeks heating up. He’s not that much of a cuddler, it just happens. It doesn’t help that Timo is such a bed hog either. What else is he supposed to do when his friend is rolling onto his side of the bed?

Timo snickers, hitting play on the next episode of Friends. Nico goes back to work, approving orders and installs for the bar so that it’ll be ready to open by the end of the month. Eventually the loud, smacking footfall of Jonas float in and the elder Swiss boy’s head is poking into the master bedroom.

“What are you watching?” He ask innocently, and Timo pats the bed next to him. That’s all the invitation Jonas needs before he’s crashing into the mattress, settling against the headboard and stealing some chicken nuggets from Timo.

“Ladies at work tonight?” Timo asks him, and he nods. Nola and Nicole had both gotten work together at a fancy clothing store a few streets down. The pay isn’t great, but they’re able to save up and support themselves with Nico taking care of housing and food for everyone. And once the bar is up and running, him and the boys will have more work to do.

Jonas pulls out his phone, sending a text that’s barely buzzed in the group chat before Jesper is running into the room as well. He shoves Nico’s beanie down over his eyes, leaping onto the bed with the other boys.

Nico yanks the hat off, tossing it towards the closet and refocusing. He doesn’t even get five minutes of work done before Jesper is calling for him.

“What?”

“Come on boss,” he teases “working too hard. Join us in bed.”

Nico rolls his eyes, fighting back a smile. “You’re not my type.”

“Which one of us?”

“All of you.” Nico deadpans, looking up over his screen to find them all staring at him with puppy dog eyes.

“You love friends, come watch.” Jonas tells him. “I’ll let you sit next to Timo so you can snuggle?”

They all bust out laughing and it’s enough to get Nico to close his laptop. Rising from the desk, he pads over to the bed and knees his way up between Jonas and Timo.

He settles into the pillows, crossing his arms over his chest. Timo and Jonas are warm on either side of him, everyone’s biceps pressed tight against each other as they squish together.

Sometimes when Nico’s here, just him and his friends from home without thinking of everything he has to do, everything that comes with being the boss, he remembers his age. Still freshly 18 with too much money in his bank account and a responsibility to take care of the five other people he’s drug into this with him.

It makes him feel small. In a safe way though, because he’s got the people that believe in him and have his back. He’s got the Devs with him.

Maybe Jesper is right, maybe he is working too hard to make this work because he wakes up in the morning to a photo of him sleeping on Timo’s shoulder, a an arm and leg thrown over his best friends body.

#him and i #mob boss Nico blurb #mob boss Nico hischier #timo meier #jonas siegenthaler #jesper bratt #him and I blurb #requested

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emeritus-fuckers · 4 months

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I have only been having the WORST possible days at work recently. I would just love some pampering hcs for whichever ghouls you choose, please

Can you tell I’m fond of three specific ghouls? -Death

On that note I seem to have my favourites too XD - Nyx

Ghouls Pampering You

Alpha

He knows you’re having a hard day at work when he walks in and sees you hunched over your desk cursing at paperwork.

Once you get off shift you walk into his room to fresh sheets on the bed, rose petals across the floor, calming incense lit around his room and the fire ghoul waiting in an arm chair.

He immediately comes to greet you, guiding you to the chair across from his and revealing your favourite meal. Smiling warmly at you.

“You looked stressed when I poked my head in earlier. I thought this might help?”

He made sure you got a glass of wine and were comfortable as you ate, guiding you to the bed after you had finished.

Little known fact about Alpha: he took a massage course once. He’s very good at relieving stress.

He helped you undress before getting your favourite scented oil, massaging out the knots and kinks in your muscles. All of your muscles.

He doesn’t stop until you’re a puddle of very content partner. Then he’ll curl up to you to keep you warm all night.

Ifrit

He’s well aware the ministry is a very hard place to work, especially when you’re in the kitchens feeding everyone with special requests, allergies and more.

So when you skip dinner to get away from the kitchens and relax, Ifrit is waiting with a set of car keys and a smile. Telling you to shower so he can drive you somewhere.

Even though you’re pretty sure he has no licence, it gets you further away from the kitchens.

He takes you to your favourite spot to stargaze, a picnic waiting with all your favourite finger foods.

You both spend hours under the stars, just watching them.

He then takes you to see a screening of your favourite movie at a theatre that does food themed around the movie.

As well as the lovely little dates, you also get several gift cards for spas and other stores you love going to. So you can treat yourself on your newly acquired days off tomorrow.

Ifrit has some methods of getting you off shift occasionally. He’ll never tell.

Zephyr

Zephyr can’t spoil you as extravagantly as other ghouls can. Mobility issues and all.

Though he absolutely gives it his all.

You get a ride on his lap in his wheelchair from whichever part of the ministry you work in. The dork pretending like he’s taking you on a tour.

“And on your left you will see the shortest Papa the ministry has ever seen-“

Once back in your room (or his. Depends on their mood.) he’ll get you settled on the couch with a glass of your beverage of choice and grab a set of sheet music.

They might not be able to stand, but they can still play!

You get hours of a private concert, ranging from songs they played on stage to others he loves to play. Including your favourite song on the piano.

Though eventually, he curls up on the couch with you to spoil you with kisses and compliments.

Especially if they notice you frowning at the mirror more lately. Gotta hype you back up.

Zephyr spoils you rotten with sweet words and music, not that you want it any other way of course.

Swiss

Swiss cares you up a winding spiral staircase. At the top there is a wooden door, paint flaking off it. It creaks loudly as xey push it open. You expect some cobwebbed room and look at the ghoul confused. But when you look back at what is actually in front of you, you gasp.

"I found this place years ago, no one used it so I kinda made it my little hiding place." He says with one of his famous grins. He gently puts you down and kisses you on the cheek. "perfect place to pamper you, my gorgeous one"

You slump down on the comfy sofa with cushions scattered over it and a blanket folded at the end. There is a soft crackle, you look across to see a small log burning stove, glass door on it so you can see the flames dancing within.

Xey open a cupboard and pulls out an armful of your favourite snacks and places them on the coffee table, then xey go back and take out your favourite drinks.

He sits next to you and massages your shoulders, this guy just knows how to get all then tension out.

Accross from you is a window through which you can see the sun setting over the ministry gardens, it's beautiful. You gaze at all the stunning colours while snuggled in Swiss's arms.

He puts his vape on the table for both of you to use whenever you want.

Lots of kisses, lots of cuddles, anything and everything you want he will do for you. It's your evening and he wants to pamper you in every way possible.

Sodo

You woke up that morning with dark circles under your eyes and you couldn't stop yawning. Sodo knew, you needed a break. He gently takes your hand and leads you back to bed. He then tells you to lie back down, any arguement and he'll pick you up and place you in bed. Then he'll tuck you in with a kiss to your forhead.

He says he'll be right back and is gone, but only for 10 mins before returning and placing a bag of stuff on the bed. After a loving bit to your arm then starts pulling stuff out of the bag.

Facemaks, candles, your favourite chocolate, your favourite ice cream and a whole load of films (the Ministry still has a lot of DVDs lying around).

He's a little worried about you looking so tired so he just went for everything.

He puts your favourite film on and lies down on top of you and nuzzles your into your neck.

You pull him into a tight cuddle and he nuzzles you again while making happy Ghoulish noises.

Sodo makes sure that all the chores are done for that day, there is nothing for you to do except to relax.

Plays his guitar for you, he even wrote a riff for you. It's his way of trying to show you his love

Aether

Big arms. Big tits. Big hugs.

I have issues.

But yeah, Aether is a goofy, cuddly motherfucker.

So he starts by pretty much tackling you into a hug and carrying you to bed like a princess.

If you allow him to, he will lovingly rail you into the next day and then organize the most hilariously girly sleepover.

You do ridiculous make-up on ach other.

Nails, too. His are hot barbie pink.

He'll literally let you bleach and dye his hair if you ask.

(He looks really cool in dark blue and purple, by the way.)

You try to watch a movie, but end up in a snack war.

And then you both laugh it out as you cuddle.

Cumulus

She just wants to pamper you anyway, but today was extra special. She could see you had a very busy week and today was going to be a total day off.

She cooked your favourite meal for you. Before she started cooking she made sure you were comfortable on the sofa.

She wrapped you in blankets and put your favourite TV show on.

After you've eaten the amazing meal she'll hold you close and hum softly.

She showers you in kisses and makes sure your every need is met.

She'll encourage you to rest your head on her thigh while she strokes your hair.

You'll also end up having a mini spa day, massages (she gives really good ones), facemasks and she paints your nails for you. She's been practicing and she can now do some pretty awesome designs on your nails.

Alpha, Ifrit and Zephyr written by Death.

Swiss, Sodo and Cumulus written by Nyx.

Aether written by Nosferatu.

Taglist: @charlie-is-a-menace @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @randodummy @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @randominstake @callmeicaro @nuntia @dio-niisio @mamacarlyle @mybotanicaldemise @igodownjustlikeholymary @natoncesaid @bloodmoon-bites

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ask #anon #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #alpha ghoul #ifrit ghoul #zephyr ghoul

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chapel-of-rizztual · 1 year

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Ghouls Headcanons 4

dew once drank gasoline and kept coughing flames to scare the shit out of copia. He scare the shit out of everyone and almost burnt have the ministry down. Sunny tried to use him as a flame thrower.

There a hole in the wall in the common room from where Swiss fell through while he was drunk. They told sister it’s been patched up. They are filthy liars.

All ghouls watch and love baby sensory videos. It’s one of the only ways to keep them calm and quiet. It’s also one of the only ways to keep them distracted. The dancing fruit one works the best.

Sunshine bought a motorcycle with the ministry credit card. She got in a lot of trouble with sister because of it. She blamed it on copia. She also bought aether one so they can go on joyrides together.

Mountain eats rocks. Will just straight up pick rocks up off the ground and crunch down on them. He says he like the crunch. He’s not allowed to have crystals anymore because they’re like candy to him. Don’t ask him about the teeth marks in the granite work surfaces in the kitchen, it wasn’t him.

Aether needs glasses to read. All of the other ghouls find it incredibly attractive.

Sunshine, Swiss and dew are known as the terror triple around the ministry. They are not allowed to be left unsupervised together. They are banned from using cleaning supplies because they tired to make mustard gas. They peed in the gas tanks of all cars that the ministry own. They tried to make a bomb in a toilet. Not a big one they just thought it would be funny if the all water systems were broken at the same time. Thankfully they were unsuccessful.

Birds, rabbits and deer and the number 1 distraction to ghouls (apart from themselves).

They will stand at any window, staring intently at the small creatures, ears high, tails swishing and pupils blown wide while chittering and chirping to each other while

Swiss can’t be trusted with laundry detergent. He drinks it like it’s a smoothie.

Ghouls can’t dream. Something about them not having souls makes them unable to.

Mountain has terrible posture from having to duck down through doorways and lean down to talk to people. Cirrus always rubs his back for him to help.

Cumulus makes the best tiramisu ever. She’s famous for it around the ministry.

Special lives in the basement of the ministry and is the biggest gossip ever. If he’s bored he’ll make something just to see the drama unfold.

Nobody knows but cowbell lives in the basement with special. Everyone thinks he got sent back to the pits.

Aether has never sat through a full movie. He always falls asleep about halfway through. Especially if he’s in the middle of a cuddle pile.

Dew walks around with his hand in someone else’s pocket. Jean pocket, coat pocket, shirt pocket, front or back it doesn’t matter to him he’s wiggling his hand in there.

Rains favourite tv show is friends. He’s had it on repeat since he was summoned. His favourite character is joey because he reminds him of Swiss.

Ghouls have their own language that only ghouls understand. They only speak it around each other in private. They prefer to speak their papas native tongue or English around anyone else.

Rain and mountain watch my neighbour totoro together every Friday night without fail. Sometimes cirrus and cumulus join them.

Aether likes to eat bath bombs. He likes the way they fizz on his tongue. He’s gotten banned from every lush store he’s been in.

Cirrus drinks perfume. She says it smells nice so why would it taste bad. She’s surprised every time when it’s awful.

None of the ghouls can handle caffeine.

When dew was first summoned he was terrified of snow.

All of the ghouls are incredible at Mario cart. Especially cumulus and rain. They fight for first place all the time. Swiss is undefeated at just dance.

Dew and rain completely switch personalities when they’re off stage.

Cumulus does a face mask almost every night and dew and Swiss try to lick it off her every time without fail.

All ghouls are banned from playing among us. No explanation needed you already why.

#ghost headcanons #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #papa emeritus iv #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #ghoul headcanons

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ghoul-slime · 7 months

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Kinktober/Ghostober 2023 - Day 2 - Tail Play (Swiss/Dew)

Day 2: Tail Play (Swiss/Dew + cum eating, handjobs, rimming, begging)

Dew is lounging in bed, curled up in a comfy pair of pajama pants and watching some trashy 80s slasher movie on his phone when Swiss slams his bedroom door open.

Dew yelps, startled. “Jesus fuck, Swiss! What the hell?”

Swiss doesn’t answer. Instead he saunters in, grinning down at Dew with a too-wide, toothy smile, and kicks the door closed behind him with another slam.

Dew frowns, unimpressed. His tail flicks in annoyance.

“Take your pants off.” Swiss nods his head at Dew, still balking at him from the bed.

“Uhh,” Dew answers dumbly. He wants to be angry, to put up a fight, but he can already feel his cock twitch, starting to fatten up, taking interest.

“Take your pants off,” Swiss repeats himself. He stalks up to the edge of the bed, holding Dew’s gaze. He’s still grinning, white fangs glinting in the low light of Dew’s bedroom. He reaches out to tug at the string of Dew’s sweatpants, untying the knot and letting the loose ends fall back against Dew’s bare belly.

“Take your pants off,” he repeats a third time.

“Alright, jeez,” Dew grumbles. “So bossy…” Dew lifts his hips to shimmy out of his sweatpants. His cock is fully hard by the time he sits back down on the bed naked, kicking his pants off the other side of the bed to the floor. He grumbles again, feigning irritation, but Dew has never had a bad time in bed with Swiss. Whatever Swiss has in store for him will undoubtedly be worth it.

“On your hands and knees.”

Dew feels his face go hot as he turns to obey, arranging himself on his hands and knees on the blankets. As soon as his face is down he hears Swiss opening the drawer to his nightstand and rummaging around. Then the pop of a cap followed by the slick, wet sound of lube on skin.

Dew exhales a shaky breath, buries his face into the pillows, spreads his knees just a little wider. Arches his back, pretty and waiting and obedient. He expects to feel the blunt head of Swiss’ fat cock nudging at his hole. Maybe two of Swiss’ slick fingers slipping inside him to work him open. Dew’s cock twitches in anticipation.

Dew yelps when instead he feels a slick hand wrap around the base of his tail and tug, pulling him back before sliding wet and warm down the length of him from the base to the pointed spade at the tip.

Dew feels Swiss’ lips find their way to the base of his spine, just at the top of the cleft of his ass. Kissing and licking, trailing little nips down to the base of his tail.

“Ohhhh,” Dew groans out when Swiss grips him again, squeezing with his fist, jacking his tail like it’s his dick. Sliding up and down the length of him with wet, filthy sounds. Dew’s cock spits out a dribble of pre in response.

His tail is sensitive, and the way Swiss is squeezing and tugging at him, pulling him off with a slick fist wrapped around him has him whimpering. He presses his face into the pillows, squirming and pleading for more.

Swiss answers by mouthing at the base of his tail, where it feels so good, almost ticklish. He feels the heat coil in his gut as Swiss licks and sucks at him wet and messy. He laves his tongue across the base where tail becomes spine, biting and kissing as his hand continues to stroke up and down the long, spindly length.

When Swiss pulls his mouth away, Dew whines at the loss. He feels the bed dip as Swiss rearranges himself, grips his tail with two hands and continues to stroke him, hands slicking their way down his tail to the tip, where Dew feels him guide the spade into the wet heat of his open mouth.

Swiss licks at him, trails his tongue across the edge of the spade, laps at the flat of it, wraps his lips around the whole of it and sucks.

“Swiss! Ohhhh, fuck,” Dew cries out, legs shaking and cock kicking, dribbling a wet patch of pre onto the bedsheets between his knees. Dew feels the slick build up between his cheeks, running down his thighs. His body is a quivering, sensitive mess, and Swiss hasn’t even touched his cock once.

Swiss deepthroats his tail, hollowing his cheeks and sucking, jacking Dew off with two hands as he works the tip of him with his mouth.

“Please! Please, Swiss, ohhhhhh” Dew cries out again, rolling his hips. Humping his straining cock pathetically into the air as Swiss works him. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but Dew feels like he might be close to tears. It feels so good, and yet not nearly enough.

Swiss pulls off with a pop, gives one quick nip to the tip of the spade with a sharp fang, pulling a high-pitched yelp from Dew’s lips before he’s kissing and licking a wet trail back up the length of Dew’s tail. He licks and sucks, spit dripping, mixing in with the slick of the lube as he mouths his way back up towards the base of Dew’s spine.

When he gets there, he grips the base in a firm fist and lifts, exposing Dew’s pink little hole. Wet and waiting. Swiss dives in, licking across the twitching, fluttering ring of muscle. He drags his tongue through the slick, mouths back up and across it to lick and suck at the base of Dew’s tail.

It’s all too much, Dew cries out pathetically, clawing at the sheets and drooling into the pillows as Swiss eats him out, sucks at the sensitive skin between his hole and his tail. Tongue running across every inch of him. Down his balls, up to his hole, and back to the base of his tail. He tugs at him as he jacks it off, just on the right side of too rough, pushing and pulling Dew’s shaking body as he works him over. Dew’s cock kicks out another spurt of pre, the tip angry red and the length of him straining.

Swiss takes one hand off of him and Dew can hear fabric rustling as Swiss pulls his cock out, slicking it up with the spit and lube still coating his hand. Swiss jacks himself off as he eats Dew out, squeezes the base of his tail, pulling it up and open, exposing him for his tongue and mouth.

Swiss bites down into the meat of Dew’s ass cheek when he cums. He crowds in, paints ropes of cum across Dew’s lower back, across his twitching hole, shoots across his tail.

Dew whines, arches his back, begging for Swiss to finish him off as he feels Swiss’ warm cum dribble down his skin, mixing in with the wet of the lube and spit already covering his sensitive body.

Swiss is back on him in an instant, curling around to grip Dew’s neglected cock with a wet hand, jerking him off in rapid, rough little strokes. Dew comes with a shout when Swiss dips down, wraps his lips around the base of his tail, lapping up lube and sweat and his own cum. Swiss works him through his orgasm, milking him for every drop as he shudders and hiccups and sobs through it, pressing his face into the tear-stained and drool-soaked fabric of his pillows.

Swiss pulls back with a little kiss to the bruised bite mark he left on Dew’s asscheek and helps to flip him over. Lays Dew down gently into the wet mess of his bed before diving in to kiss him deep, licking into his mouth. Letting Dew taste a mix of himself and Swiss. Dew hums into the kiss, satisfied.

When Dew opens his eyes, Swiss is grinning down at him again. Toothy and smug and looking fucking proud of himself.

Dew pouts up at him, doing his best to try and look grumpy despite the fucked out look on his face. His messy hair and blushing cheeks.

Swiss kisses him again, nips at his neck, nuzzles into him until Dew is making satisfied little chirps and hums.

“C’mon, Spitfire, stop pouting,” Swiss offers, scooping the little ghoul up in his arms. “Let’s get cleaned up and then you can finish watching your movie in my bed.”

#swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss/dew #swiss/dewdrop #dew/swiss #dewdrop/swiss #ghost band fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghostober #kinktober 2023 #ghostober 2023 #ghoul-slime fic #another wet one folks

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I wish you would write a fic where Swiss acts like even more of a freak with his guitar

okay i know you said his guitar, but he's had his eyes on rain's bass for a while...

i only have eyes for you

[ swiss x rain's bass ]

summary: swiss has had his eye on rain's bass for a while. tonight he finally gets the chance to show her how a bass like her should really be treated. warnings: grinding, masturbation, objectophilia (object attraction) word count: 1366

now on ao3 as it's own ficlet collection... make of that what you will.

(once again, please don't yell at me for the guitar stuff, i know nothing about playing or handling instruments, i just write strange porn…)

It had been a long time coming. So many tour dates, so many rehearsals and practices, so many late nights listening to her sing in his room, cradled by slimmer, familiar hands… So many years. He’s yeared for her for years, and now, she’s finally his. Smooth. Pearly white with that black pickguard as dark and as clear as the night sky, shining under the light of the moon and smothered in the love and devotion that she really deserves.

Rain’s bass.

In Swiss’ hands.

Just for one night.

She’s heavier than he’d thought she’d be. Strong and sturdy in all of the right places–solid. Almost unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. He tries not to think about the one he loves most, locked away in her case someplace else, as he pulls this other woman into his lap–her back pressed nice and flush to his chest–this isn’t about her. Tonight is reserved for one special girl…

Swiss looks out over the abbey grounds from their secret spot on one of the many balconies, high up above the surface of the earth and far from where his packmates and his papa sleep peacefully, blissfully unaware of their taboo rendezvous, watching as the fireflies make themselves known with flashing lights of brilliant green and yellow before they disappear back into the darkness of the night. Bathed by the pale light of the moon and the burning stars, he smooths his large hands over her body, feeling her curves and memorizing her dips and flares while his lips ghost gently over her head, taking in her sweet, woody scent and masking the one that deeply taints her surface. Cloves, rich, red wine, and tobacco. It won’t last past morning once he returns her to where she stays stored away, but for now she belongs to someone else.

He noses at her shiny tuning keys and hums, turning her slightly in his hands to reach where her strings stretch tight around her dark string posts. When his tongue darts out and tastes, he can’t help the noise that escapes him. It’s low, drawn out from the throat, and dripping with his overflowing lust. He leaves a little behind on her hardware and leaves her shining with his saliva. He plans to see the reflection of the stars etched onto her glassy surface.

“Would you like that?” he asks, his voice low, barely a whisper. There’s a nice roughness in his tone. He knows she likes that. They usually do. “If I covered you in my saliva until you shined with the light of the stars and the moon?”

One of his hands migrates inward toward where she’s been patiently waiting, and he dips the tip of his middle finger between her strings, plucking the smallest bit to make her hum, nice and low. Beautiful.

“I knew you would. You’re not used to being treated like this, are you?”

He dips in again. Plucks at another. She hums, this time a little louder. A little richer.

“Does Rain ever treat you like this?”

Does Rain hear you purr like this when he tickles you? When he plays with your strings on stage? Does he appreciate you quite like I do?

The hand not tickling her strings drops to her round bottom and he wraps his fingers around her lower edge, using the heel of his hand to press her right into where he needs her most. Right into where he’s generously tenting the front of his pants. The pressure makes him groan and a pleasure-filled sensation runs through his veins–slow and lazy like honey–beginning in his balls and ending at the tips of his toes, the top of his head… He lays a lingering kiss to her headstock.

“Spoil you?”

His finger plucks on her A string and she whispers back to him, too soft for him to hear.

“Pleasure you?”

He plucks again, more insistent this time, and she repeats herself, this time much louder–not to be missed or mistaken in his ears. The vibrations from her voice go straight to his dick and the ghoul shudders, bowing his head against the back of her smooth neck to keep from grinding filthy against her body.

Somewhere in the distance a frog croaks and a heron answers. They’re watching, gossiping back and forth in their language about what they’re witnessing, but Swiss doesn’t care. No, not at all.

Let them watch, he thinks.

Let them tell every land-dwelling and aquatic organism about what is happening on this sacred night. Let them spread what real love looks like, what it means to be a man pleasuring a woman.. Showing her her worth, worshiping her beauty, her body, her voice…

Let them speak. Let them watch.

He presses her closer, ruts his hips against her backside when she goes quiet and still and kisses up her golden neck with spit-slick lips. His fingers have stopped plucking at her strings and instead have slipped between them, curling four careful fingertips around her G string. She squeezes him right back and forces him right up against her body. Right up against her cool, smooth belly.

“Ohhh,” he moans, his lips curling up into a devilish smile. “You’re tight, darling.”

He pulls suddenly and lets go right as a moth flutters away into the night, but he’s quick to grab her again at the same string and soak up her vibrations with his fingers. She rings and vibrates until she calms again, goes quiet, and Swiss can’t help the way that he throbs.

“He’s got you tuned perfectly, I bet. If we had more time together I’d loosen you up. Really let you feel it–feel me. But not tonight,” he sighs, more than disappointed, and drops his chin to lick up the uneven side of her neck and feel as her frets drag one by one over his tongue. Rough. Metallic. If he’s not careful she’ll cut him. He’d willingly let her if she’d let him leave his mark on her surface. Let it soak into the wood like a tattoo. But even like this, with her pressed so perfectly against him, he knows who she must ultimately go back to… Whose room she sleeps in at night…

“Can’t take you back letting the other guy know what happened tonight, can I? We’ll have to leave you just as you are. Tight. Too tight…”

He pulls at her string again, this time harder than any of the previous times, and she sings so loud, so gorgeous for him, and he sings right back with a slack jaw and sticky pre leaking into the fabric of his boxers.

When he leans back and pulls her with him, laying her flat against his chest, he pretends that it was her idea.

The stone he lays on is frigid through the fabric of his shirt.

“You want him to know?” He chuckles and lets his eyes flutter closed as the vibrations course through her and settle deep into his balls. The hand on her bottom trails up her side, through her dips and back up where her body flares out again, and he grabs her right over her neck, squeezing in all of the right places, plucking her strings with the tips of his fingers in quick succession with no particular pattern but to please her. What he says next comes out in a hiss. The hand on her neck tightens. He swears he can hear her gasp.

“You want to get me in trouble.”

She doesn’t object. He plucks at her again and moans when she responds so perfectly to his fingers.

“You’re filthy, but that’s our secret, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

He looks up into the void just as a star carves a path across the universe and something warm blooms in his belly and twists, red hot. The desire under his skin will devour him. The star curves over the edge of the globe and dissipates behind the clouds. Even the cosmos, he thinks, believe this is the way that it should be.

His filthy little secret… A guitar that doesn’t even belong to him…

He’ll make sure she’s shining and right back in her case by morning.

#p1nk ficlet #swiss and his guitar #swiss ghoul #nsft #inspired by the song by the flamingos #tw objectophilia

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Copia, watching the ghouls snuggle: "So, how did you get Dew to be so... cuddly?"

Dew, curled up in a ball like a cat: -gently opening and closing his hands in his sleep like he's kneading-

Aether, patting his back: "Oh, Mounty and I started bullying him into hugs and picking him up shortly after we got summoned together, and now everyone does it, so he's used to the constant contact."

Swiss: "He actually gets upset if you DON'T do it honestly." -stretches- "He once bit the fuck out of me for not squishing him when we had to share a bunk on the tour bus."

Cirrus, from across the room: "He once moped for a solid hour because I didn't hold his hand at the grocery store."

Copia, hums: "I see..." -reaches out to pet Dew's head-

Dew, instantly: "HIIIIISSSSSSSSSS-" -stops as Copia makes contact- "Mmmrrp."

Copia, stunned: "...This is the best Yule gift..."

#Lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #copia #ghost band #the band ghost

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Liljenquist & Beckstead Jewelers, Fine Jewelry Store in VA, MD

Shop our collection of fine jewelry and luxury watches for all tastes and occasions from brands such as Rolex, Patek Philippe, David Yurman, and more.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 months

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𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚖 - 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸

Warnings: +18, adult content, semi-erotic content, harsh language, dub-con, mild psychological torture, yandere vibes, slow burn.

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton, @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic, @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @adamjf , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch, @whenimakeitshine1234, @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore

Chapter 1

“But first” Claudio squeezed the flesh of her hip, making sure to apply enough pressure to make her feel his trimmed nails sinking into her skin.

It was a silent warning, she could feel the harshness of every word underneath his deadly grip. She would have to be careful with this one, he wasn’t completely under her spell as Mox was. And even though Yuta was dangerous, he was a minor one compared to the bald man.

She could see it in his eyes, as Claudio slowly released her flesh, that he wouldn’t think twice before hurting her.

And if she’d like to have any sort of advantage over these men, she would have to get at least two of them on her side.

“Let’s have our snack before it gets cold” Claudio grinned, his dark eyes sparkled with knowledge and a fake warmness that was meant to give her a false sense of security.

She knew that look all too well, being familiar with it ever since she was a child, she could sense it from a mile away. This one was smarter than Yuta and Mox together.

This one was going to be responsible for putting her acting skills to the test.

Claudio had brought them two grilled cheese sandwiches, a cup of coffee for himself, a cup of orange juice for her, and a small bowl of chopped fruits. Strawberries, kiwis, red and green grapes were the ones she could spot on the top of the porcelain bowl.

She slightly frowned, these were not only all of her favorite fruits but it was also intriguing to her how they had managed to find kiwi in her town.

The fruit is typically grown in temperate climates with mild winters and warm summers, and that was the exact opposite climate of her town.

All of the times she craved to eat the exquisite fruit, she had to drive at least 3 hours to the closest state with a temperate climate so she could find the sweet yet tangy-tasting fruit at the grocery store.

This was odd, to say the least. It was either an indication that they were distant from her town or that the men who kidnapped her came from somewhere far from where she lived.

“Do you like kiwis?” Claudio asks, suddenly curious about her apparent fixation over the fruit.

“Yes,” She nodded, momentarily licking her lips in order to try to fake a nervousness. “It’s one of my favorites…I haven’t eaten it in a long time”

“Well, ain’t today your lucky day?” The smile on Claudio’s lips was spine-chilling, like an owl’s hoot on a winter night. A bad omen for what was yet to come.

Her eyes found the deer’s head on the wall once again, it whispered softly to her, humming a familiar tune over and over like a broken record.

She felt it before she could see it, the sweetness followed by the tanginess and slightly acidic taste of the fruit against her lips, her eyes darted down to Claudio’s fingers, which held the piece of fruit against her bottom lip.

The once-friendly flavor now tasted hostile, aggressive, malicious, and venomous. The man before her had poisoned it with his touch, and nausea began to rise up her throat.

Staring at the Swiss man who was now face to face with her, she watched as his tongue darted out to collect the juices of the green fruit spread across her lips. She felt it, the warm and rough texture of the muscle tasting her skin. And before she could rationalize what had happened, the man whispered “Lay down”.

Her eyes fixated on his as he spoke:

“I’m going to ask you some questions, and for each correct answer I’ll reward you with some of your favorite fruits” Claudio smiled widely “Let’s begin”.

The winter wind blew against her wet skin, prickling and burning her delicate flesh. Uncontrolled shivers run through her entire body, a sharp pain constricts her lungs and pressure begins to install itself in her chest, making her already shallow breath become weaker with each drag of breath in.

Her eyes tingled with the unshed tears and her throat burned with the desire to scream through the howling wind.

“I can see your tears from here, dytyna. You’re not fooling anyone” Mykola laughs, pulling a long drag of his cigarette as she screamed at the top of her lungs “FUCK YOU!”.

The temper tantrum only served to make her father’s right-hand laugh louder, his combat boots sank into the snow as he squatted down, “Are you feeling better now? Good, now control your emotions from now on. You’re a smart kid, but you let your mind take over and that’s a terrible mistake. The last thing you want is to be your own enemy, got it?”.

She nodded weakly before Mykola snarled “I asked if you got it”

“Dobre, ya zrozumiv.” She answers, shaking violently as another harsh gust of wind hits her wet skin.

The Ukrainian man tossed the cigarette bud on the snow before helping her stand up from the floor, “Let’s get inside, we’re done for today”. Placing a thick blanket around her body, Mykola opened the back door of the warehouse and pushed her inside with him. A fluffy navy blue towel covered her head as he carefully dried her hair, “Can we go near the fire?” She asked with trembling limbs.

“No” Mykola softly pushed her down to sit on the old armchair, “You’re hypothermic, if we do that you’ll die. We need to warm up your body slowly, we’ll stay here for now, and as time goes by we’ll move closer to the fire”.

Mykola “Myko” Kolavenko was her father’s right-hand and her bodyguard ever since she was a child, he was the closest she’d ever get to a fatherly figure, and most of the time even being referred to as so by her. When she was 4 years old, Myko wanted to introduce her to martial arts as a way of discipline and self-defense, but her father completely forbade “Men are supposed to defend and fight, not women! I don’t want her to become a tomboy, Myko. She will fit the role God created her for, which is a woman who will be a wife, a mother, a nurturing figure” Was her father’s first and last statement about the subject.

After finding her in the kitchen crying over her father’s response, Myko sat beside her on the table, dried her tears, and whispered “Your father didn’t let us train your body, but he didn’t say we can’t train your mind”.

“What do you mean?” She looked up at him, hope written all over her innocent eyes.

“Means you’ll be able to beat me at poker” Myko winked, which made her giggle.

The memory made her smile and from the armchair, her eyes now settled on his wrinkled face. “Do you think I’m able to beat you at poker now?” She joked, teeth chattering as Myko placed another heavy blanket around her body.

The man chuckled, pulling an old chair in front of her so they could seat face to face, “Absolutely fucking not. At least not yet, you still have a long way to go before I even allow you near a poker table”.

“Why?” She frowned

“Because I don’t want to lose money” Myko winks with a smirk. He grabs a whisky glass and fills it to the brim with the amber liquid.

“Do you think I’ll ever be able to do it, Myko? To control my mind, I mean. Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck like it’s all for nothing. I don’t think I’m having any progress at all, and it’s fucking frustrating”.

Myko took a big gulp of the whisky and let the all too familiar burning feeling settle in his throat. “Training the body is easier than training the mind. After a few years of training you kill the receptive nerves of pain in your body and well, you become basically painless. Meaning it doesn’t distract you anymore, someone can punch you in the face and it won’t shock you or disorient you. Now the mind is way more problematic because it’s in constant change, as you grow older your mind and perception change and you have to adapt to a completely different reality. Compare yourself from 6 months ago to now, you’ve changed so much in here” Myko tapped her left temple, “And it will happen again 6 months from now, so you have to be able to adapt to everything, dytyna, because you never know what’s going to happen. The reason why I put you outside on a winter night in Kyiv and wetted your skin is to start to accustom your mind to be in uncomfortable and under pressure sceneries because that’s when your whole system becomes alert. Emotions appear all at once, your mind races due to stress, pain, and despair, and you either shut down or do something really stupid that will have catastrophic consequences so you have to learn how to act during times like this.

“You will register your feelings, your thoughts of despair and agony, but they won’t be what drive and guide you anymore because you’ll control them not the other way around. That’s the most valuable lesson you have yet to learn, divchynka. Control your mind before it controls you because if that happens, you’re doomed. Completely fucked”.

Myko grabbed another glass of whisky and filled it with the equivalent of two shot glasses, he handed the glass to her and she frowned in confusion. “It’ll be our secret” He winked as she took the cup in her hand.

“Here’s to not being completely fucked” Myko clicked their glasses together before smiling fondly “Happy 16th birthday”.

“Thank you” She smiled back, a hint of sadness hid behind her soft smile, “And thank you for not letting me spend today alone…it means a lot”.

“You can always count on me, dytyna. Even when I’m not there”.

And as the warm tears rolled down her cheeks, she felt Myko’s arms pulling her closer to a tight embrace.

Would Myko be proud of her? Not only of the adult woman she became but mostly of her approach to what was currently happening? Would he be proud of her Machiavelli-like persuasion, of her theatrical skills, and what about her ability to be cohesive? If he could see her now would he applaud her choices or curse her through her less appealing tactics?

“Everyone can lie, dytyna. But a valley is what separates a liar from a good liar. And a bridge is what separates a good liar from a magnificent liar. And that’s who you’re aiming to be: a magnificent liar. To a point where no one, not even me, can tell apart a truth from a lie”.

And that she had successfully achieved, if there was one thing she had learned from Myko from a very young age was to be a terrific liar.

That is her advantage over the Swiss man before her, he can have the wits and the strength, but she has the biggest advantage of all time: she knows how to lie.

#blackpool combat club x reader #blackpool combat club imagine #blackpool combat club fanfiction #stockolm series #jon moxley x reader #jon moxley imagine #claudio castagoli x reader #claudio castagnoli imagine #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta imagine #bryan danielson #jon moxley #claudio castagnoli #wheeler yuta

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