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ghoul-slime · 4 months

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Confectionery

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,087

Pairing: Aether/Dew/Swiss

Tags: threesome, ghouls in heat, armpit fetish, sweaty ghouls, fingering, implied dp, squirting, little bit of foot licking, poly ghouls

Summary:

When Dew goes into heat, it draws every ghoul in the abbey out. The sweet, heady scent of the small fire ghoul’s arousal calls to them, drives them tense and hungry, sniffing around the band ghoul quarters in hopes of getting their claws into his desperate, willing flesh.

When Dew goes into heat, he’s greedy. He wants whoever he can get, however he can get them, as many times as they’ll give it to him. But as much as all the other ghouls want a taste of him, and as happy as Dew is to give it to them, they almost never get there in time.

When Dew goes into heat, Aether and Swiss are always the first to claim him.

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When Dew goes into heat, Aether and Swiss are always the first to claim him.

Already high off the smell of him, the two ghouls stalk down the hall towards Dew’s room. In a moment’s time they’re mindlessly hungry, moving forward on instinct and with one purpose. Salivating and ravenous for it. Claws flexing and sharp, white fangs glistening with drool, they converge at Dew’s door to claim their prize.

Inside they find Dew laid out on the bed completely bare and waiting for whoever finds him first. He plays with himself while he waits, patience growing thinner by the minute, a sheen of sweat glistening across every inch of his heated skin.

Dew’s scent hits them like a wall, thick and cloying, smelling of sweet cinnamon sugar with a hint of smoky ash. All under ridden by the unmistakable smell of sweat and slick. Of sex.

Dew’s eyes are clouded and unfocused as he ruts his hips up into the air, spreads his thighs in invitation to the two hungry ghouls hastily tearing at their own clothing and stalking up to his bedside.They descend at the same time, sinking to the bed and flanking Dew, who arches his back off the sheets with a whine, writhing with need at the feel of the two bigger ghouls pressing themselves against him.

Swiss and Aether are all over him in an instant. Big, strong hands feeling their way across the warm expanse of Dew’s flushed skin. Soft flesh, pink and plush, warm with want. So sensitive and inviting.

Aether skims his hands up Dew’s torso, across his flat little chest, smoothing wide palms and calloused fingertips across his nipples, sensitive and rosy, stiff little peaks threaded through with shiny silver rings. He brings one hand up to Dew’s neck, curling his fingers around his throat, not pressing or squeezing but feeling. Feeling his steady, beating pulse thudding with anticipation. Feeling the movement of his Adam's apple as he swallows thickly. Aether presses his nose into Dew’s temple and inhales, groaning at the changing scent of him, Dew’s arousal kicking up into high gear, growing sweeter and more intoxicating by the second.

Swiss trails his hands down Dew’s belly, spreading thick fingers to grasp at bony little hips, pinning his writhing frame to the sheets, pressing bruises into fair skin, sharp nails leaving angry, red indents into supple flesh. Across from Aether, he inhales too, growling deep in his chest at the smell of Dew’s heat. He presses his face into Dew’s temple, nosing along his hairline as he breathes him in deep enough to taste the arousal on his tongue.

Dew tips his head back, giving the two larger ghouls more access to the expanse of his throat. Swiss licks a long, wet stripe up the side of Dew’s neck, pausing to suck a bruise into the skin, drawing a needy whine from his lips. Aether noses his way down the side of Dew’s face, breathing heavily until he’s sucking the lobe of Dew’s ear into his mouth, licking wet and messy around the shell of his ear, chasing the scent and taste of him.

Pressed between the two larger ghouls, Dew can feel his body heating up. The more Aether and Swiss grind against him, suck and lick at his flesh, paw at his body with greedy hands, the more Dew’s body responds to the attention. Scent kicking up high as he sweats, as beads of pre bubble up from the wet slit of his hard little cock, as slick starts to dribble from between his cheeks. The smell of him, desperate for cock, body begging to be fucked and filled, to be claimed, drives Swiss and Aether out of their minds.

Dew smells so fucking good it’s all they can do to chase down the source of that intoxicating scent. They roam his body with their mouths, panting and snuffing across Dew’s skin. Swiss presses his face to the crown of Dew’s head, burying his nose into fine, silky blond hair. Aether moves south, planting a trail of wet kisses and licks across his body as he crawls down between Dew’s legs, burying his nose into the thatch of soft blond hair above the base of his cock.

Swiss follows not long after, licking and nipping at Dew’s chest, then his thigh, and down his calf until he stops where Aether has his legs held up and spread apart. He licks a wet stripe up the flat of Dew’s raised foot, reveling in the sound the little ghoul makes. At how he throws his head back and cries out at the sensation, toes curling and calf muscles flexing at the tickle of Swiss’ tongue pressed against the sole of his foot.

But Swiss and Aether are greedy too, and they want more. They push and pull Dew between them, pinning his arms above his head in a mirror image of each other. Aether dips his head, pressing his nose into Dew’s exposed armpit and inhales, eyes rolling back and groaning at how good, how sweet, how concentrated Dew’s arousal is from this angle.

Swiss follows suit, nosing into Dew’s other armpit, pressing his nose into heated skin lightly damp with sweat. It smells so good. Like Dew amped up to a thousand. It’s syrupy-sweet and rich, but there’s more to it. Swiss inhales, breathes it in through his nose and out through his mouth, tasting the depth of Dew’s scent. He finds warm cinnamon and smoky campfire, and beneath that, hints of toasted sugar and honey. It’s Dew, and the smell of it goes straight to his cock. He inhales again, but this time he’s driven by the need to taste.

Swiss presses his face into Dew’s armpit, ravenous for it, dragging the flat of his tongue up the expanse of it, drawing a sharp cry from Dew. He licks again, tracing his tongue through the fine hair at the concave of Dew’s pit, tasting the sweet scent of Dew’s heat and a tantalizing hint of sweat. He presses nose into the skin and laps at him, reveling in the way Dew squirms, at how he humps his hips into the air as Swiss works him up with his tongue.

Aether licks at him in a mirror image of Swiss, one big hand wrapped around a delicate wrist, holding Dew’s arm above his head and against the pillows. The more he licks the sweeter he tastes, the higher pitched and more desperate his breathy little cries become. The more Dew wriggles and writhes, flexes the muscles of his stomach, spreads his thighs and curls his toes.

Dew could cum like this, with Swiss and Aether licking into him this way, holding him open and exposed, wet, greedy tongues probing and tasting him in a way more intimate than if they were licking him out between his quivering thighs. His cock kicks out a blurb of pre and he feels another wave of slick dribble out between his cheeks, pooling wet and cool beneath his ass on the sheets.

He whines for it, begging wordlessly for more. His heat is driving his need to be filled up and taken apart. He groans again, long and drawn out. It echoes off the walls of his bedroom, demanding and impatient. It momentarily gets the attention of Swiss and Aether, who pull away long enough to lock eyes with each other over the heaving expanse of Dew’s skinny little chest.

Together they trail their hands down Dew’s belly.

Swiss stops to curl a hand around Dew’s straining cock while Aether slips his middle finger between Dew’s cheeks, gathering slick and pushing inside with ease. Dew arches off the bed, and Swiss and Aether turn their attention back to the task at hand. Licking at every inch of exposed flesh they can get their mouths on. Nipping at Dew’s chest, laving at his pierced nipples, snuffing their noses into his armpits, sucking bruises into his neck.

Aether ruts his cock into Dew’s side as he fingers him. Dew is so wet between his legs that his slick flows past Aether’s finger, pooling in his palm and dribbling down to the bedsheets. Dew keens as Aether pushes back in deep and wiggles his finger, wet sounds filling the room as Aether pets the deepest parts of him from the inside.

Swiss relinquishes his grip on Dew’s cock to join Aether between his legs. Trailing the tip one finger around Dew’s rim, stretched around where Aether is buried inside him. Feeling the pool of slick and the way Dew’s puffy little hole winks and flutters around Aether’s finger. He bites down on one of Dew’s nipples as he breaches him with the tip of his finger, sliding in alongside Aether already working in and out of him. Dew howls with pleasure, arching his back and curling his toes, doing his best to grind his hips down onto the two fingers stretching him open. His cock kicks out another blurb of precum onto his stomach as Swiss pushes inside to the last knuckle, until he and Aether are sunk into him as far as they can go.

Swiss catches sight of Aether across from him, eyes squeezed shut, red faced and sweating, drooling into the crevice of Dew’s armpit as he grinds his hips against his writhing body. Swiss groans at the sight and pulls back out, feeling the wet slip of his finger alongside Aether’s before he’s pushing it back in, sliding in and out, back and forth, in tandem with Aether’s rapid pace.

Inside, Dew is wet, hot, and tight. Slick walls spasming and clenching against the intrusion of the two larger ghoul’s thick fingers inside him. Dew relishes in the feeling of being pressed between them, of being spread open and stretched, pulled and prodded at, at the feeling of sharp fangs and wet mouths across the expanse of his skin. The way they both hump and rut against him, the heat of them driving his own body temperature up even higher. The sensations are almost too much, but his lust-addled brain still screams out for more, desperate to be claimed by the two ghouls working his body.

Aether and Swiss push in at the same time and Dew cums with a shout, eyes rolling back and body spasming. His vision goes fuzzy around the edges as he cums hard, painting his belly with ropes of white and squirting out a stream of slick as his muscles clamp down around the fingers still inside him.

Dew heaves in lungfuls of air, vision clearing as he feels Swiss and Aether draw out of him, leaving his hole empty and dripping. He groans at the loss, sweaty and panting between the two larger ghouls still flanking him. His orgasm took the edge off, but he’s still hot and aching to be fucked, the smell and feel of the two larger ghouls driving his heat into full force.

He wants more than just their fingers filling him up.

He whines for it until he feels his body being lifted off the soaked sheets, until he’s being pushed and pulled and lifted as Swiss and Aether rearrange themselves on the bed, facing each other and sandwiching Dew’s spent, sweaty body between them. Dew’s head lolls back against Swiss’ shoulder as they push themselves together, as Aether grasps his own cock together with Swiss’ in one big fist. Aether pants into his ear and Swiss mouths at his neck, tonguing at his pulsepoint and worrying the skin with his fangs while they rearrange his legs and spread his ass. Together he and Aether ease him down until he’s hovering just above them, feeling the wet, sticky heads of their cocks kissing his rim.

When they start to push up inside him, Dew throws his head back and wails.

#aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether/dew #swiss/dew #aether/dew/swiss #ghost band fanfic #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #ghoul-slime fic #swiss x dewdrop #aether x dewdrop #this fic probably appeals to one person only (me)

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miasmaghoul · 1 year

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I’m so zooted and feeling certain emotions i didnt even think i could possibly ascend to, i think around 60% are horny but atp my emotional-ness is a solid yes.

Now i have a prompt, just hear me out, a transmasc dew sandwiched between two ghouls, like Swiss ‘nd Aether??? I dunno man, i have thoughts i didnt know could be thunk

I cannot express to you how quickly I had a scene for this in my head, it was like getting hit by a flashbang.

One needy transmasc Dew sandwich, cumming right up!

Dewdrop is surrounded. He can't catch his breath, can't move, can't do anything but drool and whine and take what's given to him.

It's bliss.

He's knelt between the softness of Aether and the firmness of Swiss, their bodies engulfing his own. Seated fully on Aether's impossibly fat cock, the ghoul's strong hands firm around Dew's bony hips. Moving his slight form however he sees fit. Every push and pull makes Dew's brain leak out his ears; he can feel the way he's dripping slick, so hot and wet and so much. It must be everywhere, all over Aether and pooled on the sheets below. The image makes him shiver and he tips his head back onto Aether's shoulder.

"Please," he squeaks, reaching back to thread trembling fingers through Aether's hair, "Aeth, please, I need -"

Dew moans, high and feminine, when Aether catches him in a deep kiss, letting the other ghoul lick into his mouth. He tastes like the weed they'd shared, combined with something uniquely Aether that Dew can never quite place. He sucks air through his nose when Aether moves him in slow circles, feeling every bit of the way the other ghoul stretches him.

"Feelin' good, baby?" Dew pulls from the kiss with a groan as Swiss latches on to his throat, his cock pressed against the fire ghoul's twitching abdomen. "Sounds like it. Aeth got you all filled up like you deserve?"

Dew tries to nod, but he's pinned. His other hand worms it's way into Swiss's hair, hanging on for dear life as the multighoul starts moving down to mouth at his chest. Aether lifts him barely and inch before pulling him back down, and even that brief drag against his walls has Dew keening.

"More," Dew whimpers, pressing sloppy kisses to Aether's jaw. "Need...please." He has no idea what he's begging for, lost in the throb of Aether inside him and Swiss's mouth against his skin.

"You look so pretty like this," Swiss murmurs as though Dew hadn't even spoken, licking a stripe over a prominent collar bone. "All shaky and blushing. Doesn't he, Aeth?" Swiss kisses just above one of Dew's nipples and the little ghoul gasps, trying to hold Swiss's head to him, to get more.

"Always," Aether purrs, deep voice reverberating through Dew's chest. It makes him clench so hard they both gasp, makes his clit throb and his lashes wet. "Always so sweet for us. Aren't you, firefly?"

Dewdrop tells himself that he wants to cringe at the praise, wants to bitch and argue that he's not pretty or sweet. But it's a lie - when they have him like this, pinned and helpless, the center of attention, all he can do is preen.

"Yeah," he breathes, burying his face in Aether's neck. "For you, always good for you." He can't stop shaking. They've had him like this for so long, he can't take much more.

He never wants it to stop.

The other ghouls groan in unison, Swiss finally flicking his tongue over a nipple and Aether grinding up into him. It shoots sparks down his spine and Dew cries out, hyperaware of the kick of Aether inside him and the way Swiss leaks pre onto his thigh. He whimpers, grabbing at the ghouls overwhelming him.

"You wanna make Aeth cum, baby?" Swiss moves to bite gently at his nipple, a callused finger rubbing the other as Dewdrop chokes on his inhale. "Want him to get you all full?"

Dew wails as Aether lifts him suddenly, slamming him back down at an angle that has him seeing stars. He scrabbles at Swiss's shoulders, digging in blunt nails as Aether repeats twice more, Swiss's thumb coming to rest just above his aching, ignored clit. He's out of his mind, out of his body, and all he wants is them.

"Need it, need to, oh fuck," he feels hysterical, Aether holding him still again while Swiss grins up at him with crinkled eyes. He nuzzles into Aether's neck, voice small. "Please let me help you cum."

Aether sounds like he's been punched in the gut. They're moving immediately - Swiss shuffles back on his knees, stroking himself with a lazy hand as Aether wraps one arm around Dew's waist. The other snakes around his chest, holding him tight as Aether lays down on his back, Dew using him like a mattress. Every little move shifts the way Aether sits inside him, and Dew can't hold in the sad little sounds pouring from his lips.

"Shh, 's okay," Swiss soothes, Dew looking up at him with bleary eyes. "Just keep bein' good for us, sweetheart. Gonna take care of you."

Like he could hope to do anything else.

Swiss grips the backs of Dew's knees and raises his legs, the little ghoul letting out a soft yelp, off balance. Aether still has him held tight though, pouring praise and reassurance into his ear. The words swirl around Dew's fuzzy mind, eyes slipping shut as he lets himself be arranged and tries to remember how to breathe. Calm.

"There you go, that's it," Aether's voice is like a warm blanket, soothing the sharp ache in his chest, "almost ready, firefly, just relax for us."

He does, floating on Aether's voice and the feeling of large hands and strong arms. He's barely aware of the way Aether bends his knees, planting his feet on the bed and shifting his hips enough to drag an involuntary trill from the fire ghoul. He hardly registers Swiss gripping his own legs, holding them up and open while the multighoul moves to lay on his stomach.

"Such a good view from here," he says, thumbs rubbing slow circles into Dewdrop's thighs. "Gonna be able to see what a filthy mess you are."

Aether grips his hips as Swiss presses a wet kiss just above his clit, and Dew's whole body lights up in red-hot shame up as realization hits. His heavy head shoots from Aether's chest, panic etched on his features.

"Oh no, Swiss, you-"

Dew breaks off into a broken moan as Swiss runs his tongue through his slick folds, slow licks that trace every bit of the way he's stretched around Aether. He tries to slam his legs together, but Swiss's grip doesn't let him.

"Fuck, you taste so good gumdrop," Swiss breathes into the hollow of his hip, Dew chewing his lip and grabbing at his own hair. His skin is on fire, his muscles jelly, a wanton moan torn from deep in his chest as Swiss kisses his clit. "Can't wait to eat Aeth out of you."

Dew feels himself clamp down at that, feels his toes curl, Aether grunting beneath him. Aether rolls his hips, uses his legs to piston upwards and thrust in so deep Dew's eyes roll back, breath knocked from his lungs. Swiss's tongue is back on him, and the sensation is so wildly overwhelming that Dew wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't the only one crying. Aether presses the heel of his hand into Dew's lower belly, Swiss wraps his lips around his clit, and Dewdrop feels himself unraveling already.

The room is filled with sinful moans, cursing and the hypnotic sound of Dew being thoroughly owned. He's so far gone that he hopes he never comes back. He's being picked apart bit by bit, and soon there'll be nothing left. Reduced to flayed nerves and the chemical soup between his ears.

He can't wait.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether/dew/swiss #transmasc dewdrop

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st-danger · 1 year

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can you write more overstimulation fics. , i beg

Aether would give anything for the use of his limbs right now. If he was in any position to chew through the bonds Swiss and Dew looped around the chair legs and his own, or if he could wriggle his hands free from behind his back.

But he can't. And Swiss and Dew are viciously pleased, and Aether...

He's not sure what to think. He asked for it, but it's just so much and his head is so blurred.

Swiss kneels between his legs, still jacking him even though Aether's cum twice already. He's made an absolute mess of himself- they've reminded him constantly- and still Swiss won't stop, even as Aether's shouts turn to hurt cries. Even as he whimpers and he feels the corners of his eyes grown damp where he's squeezing them shut.

"Look how much fun you're having," Dew coos into his ear, falsely, disgustingly sweet, a gentle hand on his cheek. If he cries, Dew's fingertips will be there to brush away the tears, and he'll never live it down.

"Dew," Aether gasps. He wants to curl in on himself but cannot.

"What is it?" He feels Dew run his tongue over his parted lips, slow and obscene. "This is what you wanted, baby."

Swiss snickers, cutting through the sad noises Aether can't contain, the slick sounds of wet flesh.

"Can't, can't, oh, its- hurts, it hurts-" he opens his eyes to blink through tears at Dew who smiles back with the most condescending, pitying look he can manage. He doesn't dare to look at Swiss. He's not sure he can bear what he'd find.

"Does it?" Aethers stomach and thighs shake. "Does it hurt?"

Aether nods, closes his eyes again.

Dew slaps his face, more of a surprise than anything else, and he jolts with it.

"Tell us," Dew orders, that cloying sweet tone turning a bit nasty. "Tell us it hurts."

"Feels a little good too though, yeah?" Swiss chuckles and takes his other hand to rub the palm right over the head of Aether's cock. He howls.

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #ghost fanfiction #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #swiss/aether #aether/dew/swiss #aether/dewdrop/swiss #aether/dewdrop #ghost headcanons

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thelampisaflashlight · 3 months

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Swiss, hanging out with Dew: "So, humor me here, you fulltime ghoulies, you guys have, like, individual scents, yeah?" Dew, nodding: "Yeah, it's like, our base smell. Humans have them, too, but it's usually subtler." Swiss, curious: "What do I smell like?" Dew, thinking: "On a good day? Kind of like movie theater popcorn, which might not sound that impressive, but it's the vibe, too. Like, smells like going to the movies with friends on a summer day and you just got that first blast of AC on your skin. Not unpleasant, but kind of bittersweet." Swiss, surprised: "Huh, so it's more than just a scent, it's a vibe, too? Okay, what about you? What have you been told you smell like?" Dew, looking away: "Uhhh..." Swiss: "What? What's wrong?" Cumulus, walking by: "He smells like oat milk and honey, because he's such a sweetheart~!" Dew: "I do not! I smell like brimstone and hellfire!" Cirrus, poking her head in: "Warm baked potato with sour cream that was cooked in foil over a campfire with a hint of s'mores." Dew, embarrassed: "Only the fire part is correct!" Aether, from the kitchen: "Kind of like warm chamomile tea with condensed milk on a rainy day!" Swiss, leaning over and smelling him: "..." Dew, flustered: "What??" Swiss, about to cry: "...You smell like the tres leches cake made by my grandma-"

#lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #aether ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #dew's base smell is milk of some variety

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itstimetoghoul · 5 days

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PART 1 (here) | PART 2

Here's my full Part 1 of the Ghoul Animatics!

My account on YT was banned for some shadow reason that I'm too insignificant to know so I'm just gonna upload them here in full. I hope the quality is not too bad y_y;;

I joined the GHOST community in June 2021! Not so new no more. A lot of these stills were made before I even really had a feel for the characters/performance the musicians were giving us. Some of the jokes are very vague for this purpose hahaha.. It all works out though! I think a lot of people really enjoyed that aspect of it. :)

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telleriy · 7 months

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Full pack

Finally

#the band ghost #ghost fanart #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #swiss ghost #aether ghost #omega ghost #aurora ghost #cirrus ghost #cumulus ghost #dew ghost #mountain ghost #rain ghost #mist ghost #sunshine ghost #phantom ghost

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cirrus-ghoulette · 11 days

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Since I'm now the self appointed CEO of pregnant ghouls...

The band coming back from tour. Aether and Sunny stayed behind, having to deal with the Ministry taxes.

The band ghouls get off the bus in front of the Ministry, where Aether and Sunny are waiting for them.

From a distance, Aether looks very well fed. But, as the pack get closer and closer, they realise it's something else entirely.

Aether's standing there, one hand on his rounded belly, one hand on his back. And he smells of a mix of milk and baby powder.

Swiss goes to tackle hug him, but gets held back by Cirrus. Cumulus and Aurora move closer and coo over the bump sweetly. Dew's just in shocked silence. He needs to process this alone, with just him and Aether.

Rain offers a soft "Congratulations!" but stays back, he's not been around many pregnant ghouls and it makes him a little uncomfortable. Mountain leans down and kisses Aether's head, then whispers a quiet blessing in Ghoulish. Phantom's never seen a pregnant Ghoul before, he thinks Aether just has a beer belly.

When they're alone, back in Dew's room, Aether and Dew cuddle in silence for a long time while Dew works it over in his head. He is excited, he just needs to process it first.

Finally, Dew asks the question. "How many are in there, then?"

"Two, love."

"Oh... I thought quints had big litters..."

"They do. Two's the average size for a fire ghoul litter, though."

And Dew's head snaps up.

#cw pregnancy #ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #dew #Aether #Cirrus #Cumulus #Aurora #Swiss #Mountain #Phantom #Rain #headcanons #my works #dewdrop #nameless ghoul #cirrus

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cryptid-ghoulette · 26 days

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Swiss: “where’s dew? The bus leaves in 10 minutes.”

Aether pulls out his phone, showing Swiss a text message from dew: At the apothecary contemplating which elixir of wakefulness to purchase

Swiss, visibly confused “translation?”

Aether, with a sigh: “He’s getting a red bull from the circle k”

#dew absolutely shouldn’t have energy drinks #but I’m sure he does anyway #the band ghost #ghost bc #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #shitghosting #cryptidrambling

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ethereal-maniac · 1 month

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What Sodo Does On Clingy Days

He purrs into Swiss’ tummy and kneads the parts his face isn’t smushed against.

He rubs against Phantoms whole body, trying to melt into bugs skin.

He has a dopey smile on his face as he preens from Aethers many kisses.

He licks Rain’s cheeks to wake him up in the morning and get his attention.

He takes Mount’s hand and wanders around the gardens with him.

He trills as Cumulus gently rubs his cheek while she reads in the library.

He clings to Cirrus’ leg as she tries to practice the keytar, occasionally giving him head scratches.

He crouches on Copia’s desk, watching him work with focused unblinking eyes.

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queer-and-nerdy · 7 months

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there are two wolves inside of you. one says that ghost is metal. the other says that ghost isn’t metal. both of these wolves are boys. they are kissing. they are gay wolves.

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sodoshame · 10 months

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Are You Warm Enough?

Nameless Ghouls x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None! Just fluff.

Summary: You fall asleep in the library, waking up in a ghouls arms. You then end up in a ghoul pile.

A/N: This is quite short, I’m sorry! Hope you enjoy though!

Trying to keep my eyes open, I groan as I sit up in my chair, stretching my arms out. I’m so, so incredibly tired; but Sister Imperator is insisting that I get this task done before the end of the day. Looking around the library, I realise there’s no-one else here. Surely a little nap won’t hurt? I set an alarm on my phone for twenty minutes, and I rest my head on the desk, allowing my eyes to close.

~20 minutes later~

I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket. Confused, my eyes flicker open. Suddenly I realise I’m being carried. Looking up, I see a familiar, friendly face.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Aether smiles at me, still walking whilst carrying me.

“Aeth? I- What?” I mumble, still sleepy and confused.

“You’re gonna come back to the ghoul den, okay? You’ve been working too much, and we miss you.” He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But- Sister Imperator-” I start, looking around in slight confusion.

“Don’t worry about her. We’ll take care of it.” He smiles at me again, entering the common room. Putting me back on my feet, Aether shouts out to the others, alerting them of my presence.

Before I can do anything about it, I feel a strong pair of arms lift me up again, carrying me to the couch. I look up, being met with a toothy grin.

“Hi there, baby girl.” Swiss grins, sitting on the sofa and positioning me so my head is on his lap. Still sleepy, I look around, not really knowing what’s going on. I feel Swiss start to scratch my head gently with his claws, making me relax a bit.

“Mhm, that’s nice…” I mumble sleepily, letting my eyes close again.

I feel my legs be lifted up, then put back down. Opening my eyes again, I glance over to see Aether, who’s gently massaging my calves. Before I know it, Dew jumps on top of me, promptly snuggling his head into my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist, immediately purring.

“Oh, hey Dewy.” I chuckle sleepily. He responds by giving me a little squeeze and nuzzling into my neck.

Mountain walks in, ruffling my hair, as he sits down by Swiss’ legs, leaning against him. I smile at him, just accepting what I now knew was happening. A ghoul cuddle pile.

I hear excited chattering, I look up to see Cirrus and Cumulus walk in. They both grin at me and Cumulus settles down next to Swiss, leaning against him, and Cirrus plants herself on top of her. Then comes Rain and Phantom; they sit either side of Mountain, snuggling into him. Rain holds his hand up, clutching mine and giving it a little squeeze. I feel Dew raise his head slightly.

“Are you warm enough?” He asks, sounding tired himself.

“Yeah, but guys-” I start talking but am immediately interrupted by Dew snuggling his face back into my neck.

“Then sleep.” He mumbles simply.

I chuckle, finally giving into my tiredness. There’s no place I’d rather be than surrounded by my ghouls.

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st-danger · 2 years

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Kinktober Day 17- Group

Team Effort

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Swiss/Aether/Dew

Contains: Three stoned ghouls, oral sex outdoors in the evening the way God intended, Aether getting serviced the way the big guy DESERVES.

“You want to?” Dew asks.

“Want to?” He’s pretty sure he knows what this is, but. He’s high. Maybe not. Best to check. Dew smiles, and it isn’t the usually devious one. It’s sweet.

“Play,” Swiss says beside him, voice falsely light. He shuts his eyes for a moment when he feels Swiss’s fingers trace up the seam of his pants, close to- ugh, close, before sliding back down towards his knee.

“Both of you?”

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Saint's October 33rd Kinktober Post (Wholesome)

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ghcstcd · 1 year

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Ew (affectionate)

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moss-ghoulette · 4 months

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my babies

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cirrus-ghoulette · 6 months

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Dew getting pregnant (completely by accident) and the kit is absolutely tiny. Nobody knows who the other parent is.

Ghouls normally have litters, a minimum of three, a maximum of around ten. Dew has one singular kit. A runt in a litter of one.

They're so tiny that they were nearly missed. Dew never had a bump (he just looked like he'd had a big meal once further along), and the scan didn't pick the kit up the first time.

It was the pack's insistent noses, able to pick up the scent of a kit on Dew, that really told them that Dew was expecting.

They're not a very healthy kit, and Dew ends up delivering early.

It's the tiniest kit Aether's ever seen. He's the one who delivers them, on the bathroom floor in Dew's en suite.

The ghouls all crowd around the bathroom door, and they all agree in that moment to protect that tiny kit with their lives.

#ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #dew #headcanons #dewdrop #nameless ghoul #my works #Nameless ghoulette #Aether #Mountain #Phantom #Rain #Aurora #Cirrus #Cumulus #Swiss

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v-ternus · 4 months

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Movie

I like to think of the ways Dew and Aether kept up with each other while Dew was away with everyone else on tour.

This one's for @iamthecomet, those SwissDewther thoughts never left, they just turned into this. Im so sorry... I dont know where the angst came from.

Under the cut cuz it got long again.

Also, I swear Dew and Aether love Swiss to hell and back, he's just a proxy for this night (he'll get his turn some other time)

Sister was going to kill him. It was bad enough that he was replaced, fired with no real rhyme or reason, but the desk work he was being saddled with? It was maddening, and some days it feels like he'd rather be sent back to the pit.

Today was one of those days.

Sister had berated him for something, misfiling a form or messing up her damn coffee, since he apparently doubled as her secretary too. Whatever it was, it was dumb. Plain stupid. But apparently bad enough to have her turn beet red as she screamed her head off. Worst of all, he had a whole days worth of work to get through still. By the time he got back to his room, he was fed up and ready for the day to be over.

He got in the shower, intent on washing the day off of him with the hottest water the tap could spit out. He turns the handle as far as it'll go and hisses as he steps in.

Aether used to hate the burn, it made him feel like he was being boiled alive, but he figured out two weeks into the tour that if he held himself under the steady stream just right, it felt like Dew's touch. Regardless of their promises to not let the distance change anything, regardless of their late night calls and constant texts, it wasn't enough-- he was still going to fall asleep in their bed alone and Dew's scent was still going to fade from the sheets. If he had to burn himself to feel his mate, then so be it.

He stays until the water runs cold and gets himself into bed soon after. He shuts his eyes tight, getting ready to do the same things he''s done for the past two weeks-- remember the last night he had Dew next to him. He swears that if he thinks hard enough, he'll feel Dew's back pressed against his chest again.

He's just about to fall asleep when his phone vibrates on the bedside table, a text from Swiss. It's short and it makes his chest ache all over again.

We miss you

It's followed by a bright red heart. Before he can respond, those three dots pop up, so he waits for whatever else Swiss is typing out for him. Only this time, it's not a text, it's a video. He thinks that it's just a few clips of whatever city they're in for the night, shots of the venue and all the touristy stuff they did before they had to get ready. He's content to just watch it later, tomorrow when the weight of the day has lifted off of him, but something in him tells him to open it.

He's really glad he listened. The video starts and has him throbbing almost instantly.

"Say hi Dewy," Swiss' voice is gruff, heavy from strain. He's standing in front of the camera, holding Dew up with a tight grip under his knees, spreading his legs so Aether has a perfect view of how Swiss fits in his cunt so nicely.

"I said say hi." His hips snap up hard, burying himself further into Dew who yelps and picks his head up from where he had it resting on Swiss' shoulder.

"H-- hi Aeth" He whimpers as Swiss moves like everything is normal, like he doesn't have his phone set up in front of him and Dew, filming each measured thrust of his hips. With the phone so close, Aether gets to hear each wet and slick slide of Dew's cunt in perfect detail.

Aether lets a hand slip into his boxers, rubbing his palm over his cock, pressing it down against the curve of his belly. He feels himself throb with each and every filthy noise that falls from Dew's lips. His finger mindlessly presses on the volume button, cranking it up till Dew's voice fills the room just like it used to.

"Fuck Dew," He cant help but moan his mates name when he finally wraps his hand around his shaft. He holds himself tight, trying to convince himself he's wrapped up in Dew.

"Tell him how it feels love" Besides his grunts, Swiss has been silent so far. Selfishly, Aether is glad. He wants to hear Dew's pretty gasps, and if Swiss has to be the one to draw them out for now, then so be it.

"He's in deep Aeth," Aether matches his strokes with Swiss' thrusts, bottoming out when he does, squeezing the ruddy head when Swiss pulls out far enough to just leave the tip in. He lets his eyes drift from the slick dripping down Swiss dick to look at Dew's chubby little cock. With his legs spread, Aether sees it perfectly, poking out from his lips, pink and puffy. Probably from Swiss' devilish mouth.

"Wish..." Dew cant get a breath in, not with the relentless pace Swiss has set. "Wish it was you Aeth, wanna feel your cock in me, stretch my pussy around you."

Aether can only groan, hips bucking up, fucking into his tight grip. His slowly growing knot bumps against his fist with every thrust.

"Touch your cock Dew, let him see how much you missed him" A quick hand dips between his legs, gliding over his cunt to lube it up in his mess before spreading it over the fat nub. He whines, high and feminine, and if there were any witnesses, they'd say Aether sounds the same. He's a moaning mess, writhing with his shirt tucked over his tits, letting his nipples harden with the chilly air of the room.

"You'd fill me so fucking good Aeth, press in so deep that I see you through my tummy" All those late nights come back to the front of Aether's mind, the nights with Dew bent in half, leaving him no option but to take each heavy thrust, or other nights with Dew on top, arching his back so they can both see how far Aether is buried in him.

"Get me stuck on that fat knot of yours” Aether answers back, a slurred string of yeah's, nodding his head like Dew can see him. He doesn't know how loud he is and he doesn't care.

"I'd fuck my cum in, fill you with kits," He polishes the ruddy head of his cock, bringing himself dangerously close to the edge.

"He's so tight around me Aether, feels so fucking good" Swiss' knot is obvious now, almost full, and pressing against Dew's hole, threatening to pop in with each thrust.

Dew wants it, so bad, to be broken open on something so wide, made to feel like it's almost too big. He wants Aether to split him open, but it's Swiss he’s got. It’s Swiss buried deep in him. He tries not to think of that.

"--m close Aeth, let me cum. Please let me cum," Aether loves the way he begs, always so good for him, even half a world away.

"Yeah baby, come on, make a mess for me," He watches Dew go rigid, breath stilling as his pleasure crests over. Swiss keeps his pace, letting the air fill with the sound of skin against skin until that familiar rush of liquid rings through his phone. Aether watches Swiss work him through it, watches him squirt around his dick. He watches Dew's euphoria quickly turn into overstimulation, it’s good, it’s what he’d do too. Dew’s dick twitches in time with his heartbeat.

Between that and Dew begging Swiss to slow down, its all Aether needs before he's painting himself with pearly white stripes of cum. He works himself through it, stroking slowly before dropping the phone so he can get both hands around his knot. He milks himself until his cock has nothing left to give but a weak dribble.

He sings his praises, tells Dew he's been a good boy, that he takes him so well every time, that he loves him-- he lets the empty air be his Dewdrop for the night.

He lays there with his eyes shut and his hands around his deflating knot, holding on to the last moments of the high, until his phone buzzes again. Another text from Swiss, this time a photo.

It's Dew, curled up under the covers, tucked in tight with a hint of a smile on his face. It's followed by a text again.

We love you.

He loves you.

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