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mirage-aera · 5 months

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I have a birthday related request since it's my birthday tomorrow: basically Copia has been crushing on the reader (fem) for a while now and he decides to surprise her with flowers and a confession on her birthday. Maybe it follows with some fluff/cuddles :)?

Heyyy happy late birthday lovely!! I’m sorry that I'm late, I’ve been busy but hope you had a great day nonetheless. Here’s my (late) present for you!

•°. *࿐ Birthday girl

Copia x fem!reader

Synopsis: Copia decides instead of a practical gift. A confession longer overdue and some flowers would be the perfect birthday gift for you.

Word count: 1.400

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Warning: might be a bit ooc!

Today is your special day, it’s the day you were brought into the world. What better way than to celebrate it with Copia and the ghouls? The ghouls have been bouncing off of the walls the night before. They’re excited to make your special day the best you’ve ever experienced. They’ve decided to cover the walls and ceiling with garlands, flags, confetti, and balloons. You name it, they have it. The ghoulettes have been working on baking sweets for the small party they’re throwing for you.

“Damn it, Swiss! Stop throwing those garlands at me! I can’t hang them up.” Sodo grumbles, annoyed with Swiss’ antics. Swiss snickers as he stops throwing stuff at the fire ghoul. Rain is busy scattering confetti around while the two quintessence ghouls are bickering about the placement of the flags and letting balloons fly around the room. The ghoulettes are baking the goods, very slowly. They’re throwing flour and eggs at each other and across the kitchen. They are super enthusiastic, that’s for sure.

Copia could only look on with both horror and amusement at the antics of his ghouls and ghoulettes. He would do the decorating himself, but the ghouls were very adamant about doing it themselves. While he insisted that the sisters of sin do the baking, but the ghoulettes were very confident that they could get the job done. As he watches the chaos unfold, he comes to realize he is sorely mistaken. Sure, he loves his ghouls and ghoulettes, but they can be a pain in the ass sometimes.

As he sees that no real progress is being made he decides that stepping in might be the better decision. “Alright! Let’s get serious now, everything needs to be done and perfected tonight. Step it up a notch, let’s go!” The ghouls stare at him and cock their heads before actually hanging up the decorations. The ghoulettes clean up the mess they have made and continue baking. After a couple of hours, everything is perfect to Copia’s standards. He smiles at the surprise he set up for you. He really hopes that you’ll like it, but considering what his ghouls have told him it seems like the feelings are mutual. Everything is set up, he prepared a little confession speech for you. All that is left is to wait for your birthday and snip some flowers from the garden.

He sends all of his ghouls to bed, to make sure they don’t mess with the decorations. After he gives everything one more look, adjusting a few things. He heads to bed himself after he checks on his rats, nerves wracking for what’s coming tomorrow.

Morning comes and the ghouls and ghoulettes are already up, excited to party. Copia heads to the garden to snip a few of your favorite flowers to make a giant bouquet for you. After all, you only deserve the best. He arrays all of the different flowers until he’s satisfied with all of the different colors meshing with each other. He sees Mountain walking into the garden. Copia shows the bouquet to him, “hey Mountain!” Mountain turns to him and waves. Copia continues, “do you think she’ll like this bouquet?” He asks. Mountain looks at it, inspecting it, and nods, “it looks fine. I’m sure she’ll like it.” He says smiling. This boosts Copia’s confidence. “Great! Is she up yet?” He asks him. Mountain shrugs, “I haven’t seen her yet. She’s usually up around this time. You can come by her room.” Copia nods before heading back inside. He places the flowers in the kitchen as he heads to the hallways he sees you standing in the middle of the common room, staring at the decorations. He smiles at the awestruck expression you are donning. “Happy birthday!” He says with enthusiasm. You turn to him startled, not expecting him to be there. He walks up to you, “do you like it?” He asks, motioning to the decorations. You smile brightly at him, “like it? I love it!” You chuckle lightly, “I did not expect to wake up to this, I assume you and the ghouls did this?” He nods chuckling, “yeah. They were very excited to do this for you.”

He remembers the flowers waiting on the kitchen counter waiting for you. He holds a finger up, “ah! Before I forget I have another surprise for you. Give me one moment.” He quickly makes his way to the kitchen and grabs the bouquet. He touches it up, holds it behind his back, and walks back to you. You stare at him curiously, noticing he has his hands behind his back. He stops in front of you and holds the flowers in front of you. He flushes lightly, feeling nervous for your reaction. “I hope you like them. You only deserve the best.” You take the bouquet from him and look at the various flowers he picked. You smile at him, “it’s beautiful Copia. I’ll cherish these for how long they last.” He smiles at your words.”You’re welcome.” He was about to tell you of his feelings for you, but of course, the other ghouls and ghoulettes come stumbling in. “Happy birthday sister (Y/n)!!” They shout in unison. Copia mentally facepalms. His goddamn ghouls. You give him an apologetic look. He shakes his before letting out a small chuckle, “go spend some time with them. My piece can wait.” He says, while he’s actually thinking ‘no it can’t’ but the ghouls have been very excited to party with you.

As the morning changes into the evening with a few drinks are passed around. The sweets have been devoured. Gifts are exchanged and a few ghouls are already drunk, some are a bit tipsy. You, on the other hand, are still sober. You aren’t as big on drinking as the other ghouls. Copia also hasn’t gotten drunk. He prefers to watch over his ghouls and make sure they don’t get into trouble. As the moon rises higher in the sky, one by one the ghouls retreat to their respective rooms. A couple of minutes later, it’s only you and Copia left. He speaks up, “I have one last surprise for you, before your birthday ends.” He says nervously. You let out a small giggle, “another one? You’re spoiling me at this point.” Copia laughs and waves it off, “it’s your birthday. You deserve to be spoiled.” He says. Suddenly he can’t remember what he was supposed to tell you. ‘Ah fuck it. Let’s wing it.’ He thinks to himself. He looks you in the eyes and takes a deep breath, “for a while now, I’ve liked you more than a friend. You would make me the happiest man if I’m allowed to call you mine. If the feelings are mutual of course. Would you like to follow my journey as Papa together?” He looks at you with a hopeful look. You stare at him with wide eyes before regathering your bearings. “I would love to Copia.” You say softly. He breaks out into a wide grin pulling you into a tight hug. He’s so happy he could let out tears of joy. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.” You chuckle before yawning. It’s getting late after all. He notices as well, “let’s get you to bed.” He carries you to your room and sets you down on your bed. He tucks you and makes his way to leave the room before you wrap your hand around his wrist. “Copia. Stay, please.” You look at him with tired eyes. He smiles softly, “anything for you.”

He climbs into bed next to you and wraps his arms around you. You curl into his chest as he holds you tighter. He makes patterns on your back with his hands as you slowly doze off with a content smile on your face. He looks down to look at you, smiling when he sees your expression. “Good night. Sleep well my little birdie. I’ll see you in the morning.” He says softly to not wake you up. He drifts off to sleep as his hands cease to make patterns. What he doesn’t realize is that you were still awake when he said that. A wider smile creeps up onto your face. Soon you follow his example, exhaustion taking over your form. A new couple sleeps under the moon as the new day rises.

#ghost #ghost band #ghost band x reader #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls x reader #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost bc x reader #the band ghost x reader #copia #papa copia #copia x reader #papa copia x reader #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iv x reader

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dam1en-69 · 2 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE TWINKIEST MAN I CURRENTLY KNOW THAGS MY FAVORITE, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TWINK !1!1!1!1!!1!1!1!1!1!1!

GUYSSS ITS SODOS BIRTHDAY !!! YAYAYAAYAAAA

#the band ghost #band ghost #ghost ghouls #ghost the band #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghost #dew ghoul #fire ghoul #dewy #sodo ghost #sodomizer ghoul #sodomizer #sodo ghoul #sodo fanart #my art

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serene-sun · 11 months

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“Ok I’m recording in 3…2….” Dew nods to Swiss from behind his phone.

“What’s up guys, today I’m trying the new Grimace Shake! Happy birthday Grimace.” Swiss is trying his best to not burst out in laughter.

Swiss takes a sip of the draw, he tries not to choke on his own laughter.

“Mm, real good Gri.” Swiss cuts himself off, as dewdrop pauses the the video.

Now and only now Swiss can laugh at himself, this is so stupid

Rain shakes his head, but he’s smiling and giggling just like everyone else.

“Ok ok now lay down, and spread out.” Cirrus points and instructs Swiss on what to do.

Swiss sighs and shakes his head, he begins to lay down on the black night concrete of the empty parking lot.

“Why are we doing this again?” Phantom asks, a bit concerned.

Rain just looks at him, and smirks, shakes his head.

“Because it’s fucking funny dumbass.” Sodo flips him off and shakes his head.

“Is this good?” Swiss says, he looks like he’s about to make snow angles, well more like pavement angels.

“Mmm no, flip onto your stomach, stretch out a leg and have the other to your chest sideways.” Cumulus swirls her finger at Swiss, nodding her head.

Swiss groans, he’s cold and wet.

“Like this?” Swiss extends another arm out, the other like a spaghetti noodle.

All of the ghouls nod, and smile.

“Ok now make it look like he dropped it.” Rain said, taking the same milkshake.

Rain throws it from far away, making it look like he had dropped it. The lid was a few feet away, and the staw was still stuck in the cup.

“Here’s the other one.” Mountain finally speaks, he hands it to phantom.

“What do I do again?” Phantom asks, still confused.

Sodo sighs in frustration, “just pour it all over him.”

Phantom rolls his shoulders, and slowly pours it all up and down Swiss’ body on the ground.

“God dammit could you be any slower?” Swiss snaps, his face not liking the pavement, neither did his leg hairs enjoy the sticky substance.

“Ok, recording in 3…2…” sodo starts the video again.

Swiss would have a very sticky and purple shower later that night 😥

#serene sun nocontext #the band ghost #ghost band #serene sun writes #the band ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #ghost band fic #swiss x sodo #the nameless ghouls ghost #the nameless ghouls x reader fluff #the nameless ghouls fluff #grimace shake

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bewitched-bee · 11 months

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Hi bee, so I was wondering if I can request a headcanon or Drabble(I honestly don’t know what the difference is) about Swiss or sodo celebrating the reader’s birthday?

My birthday is coming up this week, I don’t really celebrate it but I kinda wanted a little something. Feel free to postpone or ignore this

-🪐

A/N: First off happy early birthday anon! Second, to me personally headcannons are more short and less detailed whereas a drabble is longer and more detailed. And finally, I hope you enjoy this and also I see you used an emoji to sign off so I take it that means you would like to be added to my emoji anons, correct? If so I will add a spot on my pinned post to keep track of all anons.

Swiss:

Swiss absolutely loves celebrating your birthday

Anything you want to do he will do no questions asked!

If you want a party he’ll throw the biggest he can!

If you want to keep your birthday on the down low then he’ll do just that. No party or probably even no telling anyone else it was even your birthday.

Either way he’d get you some sort of present even if it was just something simple like baking you something!

He would definitely smother you in love and affection (unless you weren’t comfortable with that then he’d keep it to minimum).

Sodo/Dew:

Much like Swiss anything you wanted is how the day would go!

Again if you want a party he is definitely throwing you one and a big one at that!

If you wanted to just chill for the day that’s perfectly fine as well.

With option 2, Sodo would definitely stay in bed with you all day (he’s a cuddler but don’t let the others know that).

For presents Sodo would definitely buy you something you had your eye on.

Whether that be a stuffed animal, some sort of clothing, jewelry, or just anything you wanted really.

#swiss ghoul x reader #dewdrop ghoul x reader #the band ghost x reader #ghost fanfiction #ghost x reader #the band ghost fanfiction #bee’s anons #bee answers

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anti-climactic · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Per Eriksson 🤘🏼

Rock on little devilman

#per eriksson #per sodo eriksson #sodomizer #happy birthday #he is fueling the Aries energy going into the month

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againstthegrainphoto · 4 years

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Here’s a photo because happy birthday to @ericgriffinmusic !!! 🎉🎂🎈 #happybirthday #genitorturers #ericgriffin #againstthegrainphotography (at Showbox SoDo) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6oyoYOpDLX/?igshid=obmaduicz5j

#happybirthday #genitorturers #ericgriffin #againstthegrainphotography

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forlorn-crows · 6 months

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Pull Me In Your Waters

aka, @iamthecomet's birthday fic! i asked her what she wanted me to write for her birthday and she said "mist/dew . . . i'd love to see them together. [i dont know how, but] you know i gotta ask for that little fucker". enjoy 🖤

Pairing: Dewdrop/Mist

Rating: E for Explicit. W for Wet

Tags: first times, outdoor sex, inexperienced (but eager) dewdrop, hand jobs, frotting, topping from the bottom, anal fingering, anal sex, dick riding, water ghouls are wet, dirty talk. dont have sex on the beach kids, you will get sand in all your holes.

intersex!Mist, w/cock, cunt, folds, dick to refer to her anatomy

Words: 4,879

Summary: He’s such an innocent, carefree creature—one that has Mist’s fingers itching to touch, to ruin, to defile. Like he’s a mere mortal waiting to be drawn in by her hellish siren’s call. But there’s a budding affection underneath that, too. Call it kin, call it an elemental draw to each other, call it even a mentor-like protection over the fledgling ghoul. Beyond the lust there’s respect, admiration. An urge to simply get to know and raise the ghoul who’s set to take her place. She can’t deny there’s some weird, mothering nature buried deep within the confines of her stoney nature. But it is deep, and right now it’s very much shrouded behind a curtain of curiosity, of hunger.

Read on AO3 or below the cut 🖤

You’re a pretty fishy, aren’t you? Mist coos at Dew. Their native Infernal feels comfortable on her tongue, if not a little rusty from disuse. But the new water ghoul provides a perfect time for her to use the language as he adjusts to topside life.

Dew chirps from across the lake, offering her a toothy smile. He preens under her gaze and puffs up his gill fins, which are a curly and opaque milky-white. The water ghoul dives back under the surface. His equally fluffy-finned tail curves over the water, flinging droplets of water into Mist’s direction.

It’s a boyish display he does each time they swim. It’s partially why she named him Dewdrop—well, droplet for his nickname.

In a handful of seconds he surfaces next to Mist on the sandy embankment, squirting water at her through his front teeth.

Don’t go asking for trouble, little one, she chides playfully, shaking the water off her arm.

‘Little one,’ he snorts. As if you’re so much bigger than me.

Why don’t you come here and find out, droplet, she goads. She stretches out her lithe body in the sand, bearing her naked chest to the sun high in the sky above them.

Dew chirps again and pulls himself out of the lake. Water flies off him in a whirlwind as he shakes out his fins. Mist watches him fondly out of the corner of her eye, snickering when he hiccups as the last of the water bubbles out of his gills.

He’s such an innocent, carefree creature—one that has Mist’s fingers itching to touch, to ruin, to defile. Like he’s a mere mortal waiting to be drawn in by her hellish siren’s call.

But there’s a budding affection underneath that, too. Call it kin, call it an elemental draw to each other, call it even a mentor-like protection over the fledgling ghoul. Beyond the lust there’s respect, admiration. An urge to simply get to know and raise the ghoul who’s set to take her place.

She can’t deny there’s some weird, mothering nature buried deep within the confines of her stoney nature. But it is deep, and right now it’s very much shrouded behind a curtain of curiosity, of hunger.

He flings himself onto the towel spread out beside her with a contented sigh. Lake water still clings to his skin, accenting it with freckles of refracted light. He pushes wet hair off his forehead and leaves a streak of muck straight across it. Some remnant of something he found in a crevice somewhere, no doubt.

He’s bare like her, preferring to connect with their element without any barrier. The weather’s good for it too, toasty and warm right down to the bone. But where she’s donned a pair of faded swim trunks with the waistband rolled over, content simply to sunbathe and share his company, he’s naked—and notably half-hard.

Mist’s eyes linger on his crotch where his cock rests underneath his taut belly, the little head tinged a dusty lilac. A droplet of water clings to the ridge of it, dangling. Mist watches it give way when Dew shifts, rolling down, down, down . . .

Dew mrrp’s at her, questioning. The sound is yet another damned cute thing Mist can’t get enough of. She meets his blue eyes with an easy smile.

What’s that, droplet? she asks, tipping her head towards his lower half. There’s truly no teasing to it, just a lazy question to see what kind of answer it will earn her.

Huh? Dew glances down at himself, eyes growing round at the sight of his chubby dick. Truly oblivious to the state of it. I . . . um . . .

You know it’s nothing to be ashamed of, Mist reminds him. But it’s intriguing of you not to notice.

Guess I was . . distracted, he says at length. He doesn’t elaborate what he was distracted by. Mist gets a feeling it’s a double entendre, that he’s hiding behind the relatively simple explanation.

She hums noncommittally, and his cock perks up fully, springing up to lie between the v of his hips. His mouth falls open, eyebrows twitching upward as the blood rushing south starts to make him throb.

Excited, guppy? Mist teases, licking over a sharp fang.

Dew gasps. A pearl of pre leakes out into his sparse happy trail. A little, he admits, looking back to her with big, round eyes.

Mist tilts her head at him then, icy-white braids falling off her shoulder. He seems so small. Fragile. Innocent.

But she hears him pulling at himself late at night through the thin walls, hears his halted moans and stifled whines into his pillow when he thinks the others are asleep. Dew is anything but pure, and he’s certainly not naive.

How she’s wanted to slip into his room unannounced, catch him with a blush on his cheeks and a hand on his wet dick. How she’d take that hand and wrap it around herself and capture his lips in a bruising kiss that makes his eyes roll. The raw sound he’d make as she slips inside his tight body would be worth it. He’d let her do it, let her in—she knows he would.

But it’s a stunt better suited to someone like Ifrit or Aether, big ghouls with unabashed, impulsive decisions regarding their desires. Strong personalities that rival Mist’s own. Cliche would say that their statures mirror their confidence. That Dew’s small, agile body lends something to his more reserved nature.

To Mist, he just hasn’t seemed interested in propositioning anyone. Lucifer, how she’s thought about it, though.

Could help you with that, if you’d like, she suggests, eyes darting down to watch his dick twitch in response. She meets his eyes again just as quickly, narrowing them coyly.

With you? he asks softly.

Mists snorts. Yes, me, you silly ghoul, she laughs, rolling her eyes. Why not? You’re already quite smitten with me, aren’t you?

Dew bites the inside of his cheek to hide a smile. Maybe. His fingers twitch against his sides, stopping short of actually reaching for her.

You are. But luckily, I am quite fond of you, droplet. Mist rolls onto her side, shimmying her way onto the edge of the towel. They’re only a few inches apart now, separated only by humid summer air and the almost palpable sexual tension. She places her hand on his sternum, spreading her fingers. No pressure, just resting it there.

Do you want me? she asks simply.

Dew looks down at her hand and bites his lip. He nods fervently. Yeah.

Her hand drifts down an inch or two. Have you been with anyone yet?

N . . . no, he whispers. Shakes his head a little. He looks at her with pleading eyes, and she just about jumps him right then and there. But she resists the urge. It’s not her current intentions.

Her current intentions are to get her hand wrapped around his little cock and drink down every last moan he gives her like ceremonial wine.

Then perhaps we should change that, she says huskily. She quirks an eyebrow at him in a silent question, giving him every opportunity to say no, to back out. To—Satan forbid—save himself for someone else.

Dew groans, cock kicking against his stomach again. Please, he agrees. Want to. With you.

Mist smiles wide, genuine but absolutely predatory. She drags her hand down his chest, stopping just above the tiny puddle of precum already pooled on his belly. It jumps under her fingers, and another breathy sound bubbles out of Dew’s throat.

The ghoulette closes the distance between them, pressing her lips to his jaw. Mouth just above the highest slit of the gills on his neck, so close that she can feel the fins fluff up and tickle her chin.

Mist, he groans, head falling back to expose his throat further, Adam’s apple jumping as he swallows.

Yes, Dew.

His hands ball up at his sides. Fingers no doubt digging into his own palms. He leans his cheek into the touch of her lips, silently asking for more. Touch me? It comes out like a question when his breath hitches at the end of it.

With pleasure, she purrs. Mist trails her hand the rest of the way down, lithe fingers grazing over the sticky head of his cock and wrapping around the shaft.

The combined noise they make when Mist squeezes is far too indecent to have been made out in the open.

Oh, Dew groans, squeezing his eyes shut. His thighs jump like they might do the same, especially when Mist kisses lower down his neck, over the delicate fins of his gills.

So hard, guppy, Mist coos. Does that feel good?

Uh huh, he whines.

Different from your hand, I bet. How do you do it? Fast and hard? Or do you like to make yourself writhe with how slow you take it?

Dew’s cock kicks hard in her hand at that. Fuck, he huffs. F-fast. Feels too good.

Well then, she lilts, squeezing firmly from base to tip, milking out another blurt of precum. She smears it around with her thumb, biting back a noise as her own cock starts to fill out in her shorts. Why don’t we draw it out a little?

Mist lets him go and sits up, motioning for him to do the same. Come here, she encourages, scooting onto the towel and spreading out her legs a bit. Sit on my lap.

Dew does as he’s told, swinging his skinny thighs over hers and huffing a moan when his balls squish against her. He grips her bare shoulders and puts all of his weight on her, whining when the head of his cock brushes against the smattering of hair on her stomach.

Now I can see that pretty face better when I touch you, Mist says. She smooths her hands along his sides, admiring the fins that start at the top of his hips and go all the way down.

He truly is pretty like this; stunning, really. Has been since Mist helped drag him out of the summoning pool. Perched above her, his head eclipses the sun, casting him in a bright halo of light. His silvery hair is plastered to his head, curling slightly in the middle of the strands as it dries. The skin on his narrow chest is almost translucent, dark purple and cerulean veins shining through, offsetting the bright milky-white of his fins.

And, of course, his cock, standing hard and flushed and wet. A nice little sensitive handful.

Mist, he whispers. Will you—hah—will you kiss me? He looks almost bashful asking. The innocence of it all makes Mist throb.

She pulls her hands back up to cup his angular cheeks. His eyes are as big and round as the lake, flitting everywhere over her face as she pulls him closer. Mist smiles when he swallows hard.

Pucker up, pretty fishy, she mumbles, pressing their lips together. He opens up for her instantly, letting her agile tongue dip inside and lick along his teeth. Dew whines into her mouth, wrapping his arms around her neck and rutting against her lap.

Eager, aren’t you? Mist teases. She gives him a playful nip when she pulls away, wrapping her hand around his cock once more. She starts to feel the slick spread across her folds, the tip of her dick equally as wet. Dew tosses his head back with a moan, and she tucks her face back into his neck.

Mist strokes him loosley with the tips of her fingers, his little cock spitting pre over her chipped baby blue nail polish. Dew looks down at her hand with lidded eyes and a slack mouth. Letting soft noises fall from his lips unbidden as she touches him sweetly.

There you go, she lilts. Excited little thing, aren’t you? Just can’t help it.

Feels s’ good, he groans. Fuck, that feels really good.

Sensitive, she breathes. Not gonna blow on me already, are you? She grinds her hips up experimentally, breath fanning over Dew’s gills in a huff.

Dew bites back a yelp. If you do that, I might.

Tempting, she teases, doing it again. But I’d quite like to do something else, if you’re keen.

The ghoul chirps in interest—though he seems quite keen to continue bucking up into MIst’s hand until he spills all over her knuckles and stomach. But Mist puts her hand on his back, smoothing along the ruffly fin that runs down his spine. All the way down to the small of his back, pulling him even closer. The angle makes his back curve just so, just enough to lift his ass off her thighs.

Mist dips her hand lower, putting it squarely on his tiny ass and grabbing a handful of it. Her pointer finger creeps close to his hole. Dew nearly yelps when she presses the pad of her finger to it, the wet rim fluttering as he bucks against her.

Ever touch yourself here? She asks, as nonchalantly as asking for the time. In private, does it make you wet to think about being filled?

Sometimes, he whispers, nodding with quick little movements of his head. Hard to . . . hard to reach, though.

Mist hums, pressing her finger in a little. Dew clenches around her, head dropping down to her shoulder. Even with those long fingers, droplet?

Ah fuck, he groans. He rocks back and forth between the hand on his cock and the finger up his ass, so wet at both ends. Can’t—can’t get ‘em the way I want.

I’ll get mine just the way you want, if you’re up for it, Mist purrs. She matches his thrusts with rolls of her hips, getting more breathless the longer they go at it. At least let me feel you against me, she mutters against the shell of his ear. Feel your cock against mine. Get each other nice and wet.

Oh, Lucifer, Mist, Dew gasps. Please let me feel you. Want that so bad.

Yeah? Gonna pull me out, droplet? Mist removes her hands from his body, bracing them on the ground so she can lift her hips. Go on.

Dew does so clumsily, head still lolled onto her shoulder. Reluctant to actually move his dick—or any part of his body—away from her. He fumbles for a moment despite the simple elastic and tie. Panting against her skin and grunting under his breath.

Mist is about to tease him when he laughs, breaking the heated moment. It’s one of the most beautiful, breathy laughs Mist thinks she’s ever heard, every time she hears it. And giggling about not being able to get her pants off is perhaps almost too endearing for her to handle.

Dew shakes his head against her shoulder, little chest jumping with that continued laughter. Mist, gotta help me here, he smiles, totally helpless. Think my hands forgot how to fucking work.

Mist huffs a laugh of her own, sliding her hands down next to his and easing them off her hips. There you go, droplet.

Her cock finally bounces free and reveals how wet she’s gotten, the entirety of her groin wet with pre, folds shiny with slick. Dew settles back into her lap and groans at the sight.

That’s better, isn’t it? Mist says, guiding him to sit nice and close. Their cocks press flush together with Dew’s balls nestling between her folds. He throbs against her, and she can’t help but groan.

Fuck, Dew swears. He all but melts into her, silently inviting that hand to drift back around to his hole. Lucifer, you feel so good. He ruts their dicks together, the both of them completely slicked from tip to base.

Mist hums, nosing along Dew’s jaw and placing her mouth next to his. She wraps both arms around him, settling one just at the base of his tail and the other between his cheeks. He whines, pressing an open-mouthed and sloppy kiss to the corner of her lips.

Thought about having you for so long, guppy, she breathes. Will you make all those pretty sounds you make in your bedroom for me, too? Mist nips at his bottom lip and presses against his hole at the same time, and she swears Dew drools a little when he whines against her cheek.

Yeah, he groans.

Good. That’s very good. Mist rolls her hips against his, setting a lazy rhythm while she presses that first finger past his slick rim. The other hand grips the base of his tail and pulls upward, just enough to expose him to the balmy air.

Fuck, unholy shiiiit, Dew whines. It sounds just like it does in the middle of the night, albeit less muffled. Those same noises come pouring out of him the more she wriggles her finger. Rubbing against soft walls and making him clench and gasp.

Little different than your own, isn’t it? Mist mutters. She dips her head to lick along his gills, tonguing against his soft fins. Slow, purposefully wet. When she pumps her finger in and out, just a small thrust, Dew jerks his head back with a feminine moan.

Better, he chokes out. Different. Just—fuck, just keep doing it.

Think you can take another?

Dew’s eyes roll back into his head as he nods. Yeah. Yeah, another.

So Mist obliges, pulling the one digit out so she can snuggle a second alongside it. She presses the tip of it against his fluttering rim, teasing a stretch. What’s the magick word?

Dew’s chest rumbles with laughter once more. He puts his back into an exaggerated arch, flicking his tail. He whimpers when her fingers push against him. Please? he breathes, half teasing, half actually desperate.

What a good little water ghoul you are, Mist purrs, letting him have the two. He takes her so easily, sucking her in like she was meant to be there all along. Like being pet here, don’t you?

So much. Wanna—oh, Dew bites back the rest of his sentence.

Mist pulls him close, pressing her lips to his ear. What do you want?

The timbre of her voice makes him shiver. You. Want—fuck, Mist, want you inside me.

That was the plan, droplet, she sing-songs, crooking her fingers. Press the head of my cock right here, ruin you for everyone else.

Dew keens, and Mist can feel the thick glob of precum dribble from his slit down both of their lengths. And once it starts, it doesn’t stop, pre bubbling out like a leaky tap as Mist rubs that one spot over and over. He’s soft and slick there, pleasantly warm despite being a water ghoul. Tight, too, and if Mist thinks about it too much she might just flip him over, press his chest in the sand, and claim him for herself.

Mist, he whines. Dunno if I’m gonna last—gonna—oh fuck, you gotta—

She shoves another finger in before he can say anything else, hissing along with him when his nails dig into her back. Just a little more, guppy. You can do it for me, can’t you?

Dew swallows. Pants slack-jawed into the shaved side of her hair. Then he nods, body tensing as he staves off his impending release. It’s tempting to let him just come apart. Let him suck her fingers in, clench around them. To groan as his balls draw up against her cunt and he paints her belly white.

But she’s been waiting patiently to get her hands on him, and by some unholy miracle she gets to be the first one to have him. Mist wants to savor, at least for a moment, the feeling of being sheathed inside him, caressed by his quivering body until the tension takes them both over.

Think you’re ready to try? she asks, splaying out her fingers to spread him wide. He stretches so easily, so willingly for her.

Lucifer, please, he groans.

A line of slick connects her fingers to his body as she pulls out, more of the wetness seeping out when the digits are removed. Mist wipes the excess on her thigh, shelving the urge to work those same fingers past Dew’s lips to make him taste himself.

Lift your hips, droplet. She lies flat underneath him, scooting down a bit lower. There you go, spread those thighs. Mist rubs her hands up and down his hips, attempting to soothe but wanting so badly to grip him tight and sink in. His cock jumps between his legs, wagging in front of him and leaking drops of pre onto Mist’s stomach.

Fuck, she grunts, pulling at herself a few times until she’s nice and hard.

Dew reaches back to spread his own cheeks, blushing a little as he lowers down. He gasps when the tip of her cock kisses his hole. Digs his own nails into his skin.

Let me in, she coos. Don’t clench. Just like that. The tip slips in, his rim gripping her nice and tight. Fuck yes, like that.

Yeah, he breathes, sinking lower. He bites his lip and fights his eyes from rolling. Unholy shit, Mist.

He sucks her in, centimeter by aching centimeter, until his balls rest on her pubic mound and his taint sits flush to the place where her sex splits. He lets out a soft oh, sagging fully onto her with trembling thighs. Everything between them is wet—from the water still dripping from his hair to the slick coating insides of Mist’s thighs.

Dew gives an experimental roll of his hips, keening when the head of her cock drags against the deepest parts of him. He looks down at her with blown pupils and clenches. Hard.

Shit. Mist’s head thuds against the towel-covered sand. She grinds up against him, making him gasp again. Keep squeezing it like that.

Dew balls his hands into fists at his sides, opening and closing again like he doesn’t know where to put them. Like he wants to touch himself but he’s visibly resisting—poorly resisting at that, considering how his left hand twitches towards his dick.

Held out for me so well, guppy, Mist breathes, a little strained. Her cock kicks, dragging a groan from both of them. Let go for me. Let me feel you come apart.

It’s like a dam breaks inside him somewhere, that last little resolve cracking as he whisper-cries out thank you. His hand wraps around his dick, a tight vice that flies over his length and squelches with every stroke. Mist watches him fold in on himself, like he must when he’s alone, grinding his hips in tight circles.

The ghoulette grips his knees, planting her feet so she can get a better angle to match his movements. The shift causes him to tip forward, free hand coming to grab at her side.

Little uh uh uh’s tumble from Dew’s lips. He’s already racing towards the edge, if the upturned eyebrows, slack mouth, and splatters of precum flying from his dick are anything to go by. Mist doesn’t dare look away, no matter how little he’s actually moving on her. The visual—and the way his ass clamps over her dick every other breath—is more than enough to get her breathing ragged.

Satanas, Mist, I—hah, oh oh fuuuck. He whines a slew of other syllables that don’t make sense, legs shaking against her hips as he tries in vain to keep some semblance of rhythm. He alternates between aborted thrusts of his hips and quick jerks of his dick. Like he can’t possibly do both simultaneously anymore.

Fuck, you’re cute when you’re about to bust, Mist groans. Gonna give it to me? She bites her lip, tiny fangs poking out. Her hands migrate up to his hips, thumbs pressing above the jutting bones and just under the line of curly fins. Holding with an unyielding grip.

Dew tosses his head back, the look on his face pure ecstasy. Mist watches his brow furrow even more, his eyes roll behind closed eyelids, and his neck crane to an almost unnatural angle. His tail goes rigid behind him, curling up at the end. His mouth falls open with a low groan, one that keeps going until his voice cracks, hand jerking fast over the flushed tip.

Fuck. Gonna. He moans, high-pitched and thoroughly wrecked, balls going taught against his body. ‘S gonna come out. Mist, I—

That’s it, cum on me, Cum on my cock, Mist growls, hips already poised to snap up against him.

Dew whines when he cums, shooting ropes over her stomach and ribs, even reaching as far as her tits. He pulses around her cock, clenching and unclenching so rapidly her knuckles almost blanch where she’s digging her fingers into his hips.

It’s only a few more spasms before Mist can’t take it anymore, forcing Dew to flop against her, chest to chest. He goes down without a fight, and before he can so much as huff another groan, Mist is wrapping her arms around him like a snake sizing up its prey, pistoning her hips up and into him as fast as she can manage.

O-o-oh, Mi-i-ist, he groans, voice jumping with each thrust.

Yeah, gonna cum in this pretty little ass, Dewdrop, she hisses. So good for me, taking me so fucking well.

His legs twitch against the towel, overwhelmed. A fantasy flashes through her mind of working him into overstimulation, tears running down those sharp cheekbones, little dick still leaking into the crease of his hip as she folds his legs up to his ears. How he’d whine and writhe.

Just as he does now, really, panting into her neck, still fluttering around her as she fucks into him.

Please, Dew begs, want you to cum in me. His lips graze against her own gills. The soft and delicate way in which he avoids smothering them affects her more than it ought to, and her belly curls with such an intense spike of arousal that she tumbles over the edge right then and there.

Oh, Lucifer, she moans, shoving her dick in as far as it’ll go, spilling deep inside. Legs shaking as she hovers off the ground, and no doubt leaving nail marks in her own forearms. Her cunt, too, spills in its own way. Slick seeping out, trailing down the cleft of her ass and dripping onto the towel.

Dew makes some unintelligible gurgling noise, going completely lax against her as his body milks her for all she’s worth. It only takes a few more haphazard twitches before Mist sprawls out too, limbs heavy and starfishing out beneath him.

Mist sighs heavily, content. The sand is warm on her arms, pleasantly so. Dew’s weight too, like a sleepy kitten—well, closer to a sopping wet, but still amicable, kitten.

Hmm, Mist, Dew mutters sweetly.

Mist gives him a scritch behind his horns. Yes, droplet?

That was really hot.

Mist barks a laugh. Dew giggles in return, inadvertently clenching around her and turning her laugh into a groan.

Guppy, you’re going to have to let go of my cock if you’re going to be silly, she chides, pinching the tip of his ear.

Dew picks his head up, wearing the poutiest look on his pretty face. The pout, though, is vastly diminished by the residual blush across most of his face, pleasure betraying his token protest—not to mention the smirk also tugging at the corner of his mouth, that signature mischief poking through.

Cute, Mist teases. Come on, up.

Dew wriggles, Mist’s cock slipping from his body as he shimmies upward and rolls off of her. Grains of sand stick to the residual water and sweat on his skin immediately and coat the back of his body in sediment. She sits up and looks at him, flushed body and sticky cock, and just has to smirk at the state of him.

You certainly looked like you enjoyed yourself.

Dew closes his eyes to the sun, grinning wide and goofy. Absolutely.

It’s quiet between them for a moment, only the lapping of the lake waves and the squawking of nearby grackles breaking the silence. Then: You wanna go again?

Mist snorts, pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers. I’ve awoken an insatiable monster, haven’t I?

He chirps happily, smugly, before springing off the sand with a gleeful smile. The boyish charm is back when he asks Mist: If I beat you to the other side of the lake, we get to go again. He points at the far side of the lake, just visible if they squint.

Mist looks down at herself, covered in slick and Dew’s drying spend. She wrinkles her nose. Suppose I could go for a swim. She stands up, tossing her braids behind her shoulders, off her face. She glances at Dew, who may as well be a cat ready to pounce after the tastiest mouse it’s ever seen.

Mist smiles, all teeth.

Before he can even blink, she takes off, fast as anything. Dew can only scramble after her, laugh ringing across the water before he dives in after her.

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New Found Glory Announce Sticks and Stones Tour

Happy 20th anniversary to the one album I can say that made me who i am.

New Found Glory is celebrating the 20th birthday to one of the most important pop punk records of all time, and also one of the most important records in my life as well. The tour will have support from Four Year Strong and Be Well. This information truly made my day.

The tour dates are below:

5/26 Franklin, TN @ Liberty Hall (BreakFest 3) 5/27 St. Louis, MO @ Red Flag 5/28 Chicago, IL @ The Riviera 5/29 Royal Oak, MI @ Royal Oak Music Hall 5/31 Cincinnati, OH @ Bogart's 6/1 McKees Rocks, PA @ Roxian Theater 6/2 Albany, NY @ Empire Live 6/3 New York, NY @ Terminal 5 6/4 Worcester, MA @ The Palladium (Sticks and Stones Fest) 6/5 Atlantic City, NJ @ Bader Field (AC Beer Fest) 6/7 Silver Spring, MD @ The Fillmore 6/8 Myrtle Beach, SC @ House of Blues 6/10 Orlando, FL @ House of Blues 6/11 Atlanta, GA @ The Masquerade 7/22 Cleveland, OH @ House of Blues 7/23 Milwaukee, WI @ The Rave 7/24 Minneapolis, MN @ First Avenue 7/26 Denver, CO @ Fillmore Auditorium 7/27 Salt Lake City, UT @ The Union Event Center 7/29 Seattle, WA @ Showbox SoDo 8/1 Berkeley, CA @ The UC Theatre 8/2 San Diego, CA @ The Observatory North Park 8/3 Las Vegas, NV @ Brooklyn Bowl 8/4 Riverside, CA @ Riverside Municipal Auditorium 8/5 Anaheim, CA @ House of Blues 8/6 Tempe, AZ @ Marquee Theatre 8/8 Dallas, TX @ House of Blues 8/9 Austin, TX @ Emo's 9/23 Birmingham, AL @ Furnace Fest 11/8 Los Angeles, CA @ Emo's Not Dead Cruise

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The Seattle Takeout Window Guide added to Google Docs

The Seattle Takeout Window Guide

Many great things came from the invention of the window - curtains, Microsoft’s logo, feeling a breeze while indoors, the boombox scene from Say Anything. But maybe the best byproducts are all of the takeout windows that restaurants have set up in Seattle. At first, we didn’t know why there are so many walk-up windows in this town. But seeing as contact-free transactions are now a way of life, we’re very glad to have them. If you’d like to grab something delicious without stepping foot into a restaurant, know that you have options (20 of them to be exact).

For even more ways to eat great while staying home, check out our Neighborhood Delivery & Takeout Directory and Restaurants With New Takeout & Delivery Specials.

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Jeepney is one of our favorite takeout windows in the city, especially when it comes to getting some late-night food. And even though hours have been reduced, this Filipino spot is still open until 10pm most days. All of the mains here come in the form of a sandwich, rice bowl, or loaded fries. The best thing, though, is the marinated steak tapa with Velveeta. But if you’re trying to eat more vegetables, the mushrooms with grilled paneer is also a winner.

Carmelo’s Tacos $ $ $ $ Mexican $$$$ 110 Summit Ave E

We wish that Carmelo’s could climb up to our window with a ladder like Sam did in Clarissa Explains It All, but we’ll happily go directly to this Capitol Hill spot for this incredible Mexican food. The tortillas are thick and homemade, the carne asada is seasoned with some delicious spices, and we still think longingly about the chorizo/potato/cactus taco filling. And if you like a cheesy burrito, Carmelo’s sears cheese briefly on the flat top grill before adding it to the mix.

Mean Sandwich $ $ $ $ Sandwiches , Deli in Ballard $$$$ 1510 NW Leary Way

Mean Sandwich’s takeout window is really more like a takeout doggie door, but if you ask us (or a pomeranian with an affinity for cold cuts), it definitely counts. This classic deli from an alternate dimension serves sandwiches like corned beef topped with maple syrup and mint or sardines with celery root slaw and lemon-pepper mayo. Not to mention they have some incredible deep-fried baked potato hunks. All you have to do is place your order online, show up to the front of the restaurant, and they will slide a crate with your food through the doggie door.

Homer $ $ $ $ Mediterranean in Beacon Hill $$$$ 3013 Beacon Ave S

Homer is a full-service restaurant with lots of tasty Mediterranean mezze (and some incredible roasted chicken). But if you just want some after-dinner ice cream or a treat for the car while you’re grabbing takeout, stop by their adjoining soft-serve window. Flavors range from chocolate bay leaf to vegan salted strawberry, and all of the flavors work well if you get them swirled together in your cone or cup.

Julia Chen Mezcaleria Oaxaca $ $ $ $ Mexican in Capitol Hill $$$$ 422 E Pine St

Every summer before 2020, Mezcaleria Oaxaca’s rooftop was a guaranteed party. Now that you can only really party at home, there’s no reason you can’t celebrate with the same tacos and margaritas. Just order online in advance, and swing by their window on Summit Ave. to pick it up. Don’t forget to add on an order of fresh churros.

Un Bien $ $ $ $ Sandwiches , Caribbean in Ballard $$$$ 6226 Seaview Ave NW

You probably already know about Un Bien and the outstanding and very messy Caribbean roast pork sandwich. You should also know that one of their locations is near Golden Gardens, and makes for a great (if not also messy) thing to pick up before socially-distant beach picnic. Make sure to get the fire-roasted corn as a side, and if you want something besides the roast pork sandwich, the grilled chicken is super tender and full of flavor.

Hello Robin $ $ $ $ Cafe/Bakery in Capitol Hill $$$$ 522 19th Ave E

In addition to selling plain scoops out of a window, Hello Robin also has ice cream sandwiches made with homemade cookies. Choosing between flavors like birthday cake and whole wheat chocolate chip with flaky salt will be the hardest decision you make today.

Manu's Tacos $$$$ 240 2nd Ave S.

Manu’s Tacos is the sister spot to Manu’s Bodega and Gold Bar, so you know that you’re in good hands here with chicken tinga, pineapple pork, beef birria, or vegetables piled into tortillas. They’re also selling homemade horchata, hibiscus tea, and taco kits that feed up to six people if you have a large household.

Dingfelder’s Delicatessen $ $ $ $ Sandwiches , Deli in Capitol Hill $$$$ 1318 E Pine St

Dingfelder’s sells massive pastrami sandwiches from an open window on Capitol Hill. They also have matzo ball soup, egg salad, tasty half-sour pickles, and other things that you maybe had for lunch the last time you were in New York. It might not be located on the East Coast, but if you’re in the mood for a kosher sandwich so tall that you need a strategy to eat it, this is the place.

Kedai Makan $ $ $ $ Southeast Asian , Malaysian in Capitol Hill $$$$ 1802 Bellevue Ave

Before they became one of our favorite restaurants in the city, this outstanding Malaysian spot originally operated solely as a takeout window. They’re bringing it back at their Capitol Hill location from 4-9pm Wednesday-Sunday, and you can expect the same dishes that make you smile, like eggy net bread with lamb curry, pan mee noodles with mushrooms, chili turmeric chicken, and their signature tofu fried rice with crispy shallots.

Pie Bar Ballard $ $ $ $ American , Dessert in Ballard $$$$ 2218 NW Market St

Both locations of Pie Bar (in Ballard and Capitol Hill) have takeout windows, but the Ballard location exclusively has cookies and cream pie, which you should go out of your way for. It’s perfect for those moments in quarantine when your fridge is empty and you find yourself throwing your hands up and yelling, “F*ck it, I’m eating pie for dinner.”

Big Mario's Pizza $ $ $ $ Pizza in Capitol Hill $$$$ 1009 E Pike St

The experience of waiting for a late-night slice at Big Mario’s used to be a sloppier mess than your first big high school house party. It’s calmed down since the concept of bar-hopping isn’t really a thing right now, but it’s still open, and a solid place for some pepperoni pizza if you need a quick meal.

Agua Verde Cafe $ $ $ $ Mexican in University District $$$$ 1303 NE Boat St

The coconut tempura fish cod taco from Agua Verde is one of those things we can’t go a summer without, and it’s available (along with lots of terrific Mexican dishes) through this Lake Union spot’s takeout window. They’ve also started canning their prickly pear margarita, which makes us very happy.

Mamnoon Street $ $ $ $ Middle Eastern in South Lake Union $$$$ 2020 6th Ave

Mamnoon Street’s falafel sandwich hits the spot, especially after a hike or any other kind of physical activity, including walking around the corner. The homemade flatbread, tahini, and pickled turnips make this wrap better than the sum of its parts, even though the parts are pretty damn great. Add an order of spicy fries with za’atar mayo and/or a mint lemonade.

Westman’s Bagel and Coffee $ $ $ $ American , Deli , Cafe/Bakery in Capitol Hill $$$$ 1509 E Madidon St

Westman’s is pretty much just a narrow garage, but you can also think of it as a really, really big window. It’s a great breakfast option for lox and cream cheese bagel sandwiches, and you can order online in advance. No matter what, always remember to get some pastries. From babka rolls to tahini cookies, they’re all fantastic.

Sexy Alley Puffy Tacos $ $ $ $ Mexican in Ballard $$$$ 2317 NW Market At

A puffy taco is just like a regular taco, except the shell is part-tortilla, part-flotation device. They’re perfect if you love corn tortillas but wish that they were just a little softer and fluffier. Sexy Alley also sells tortas, burritos, and fun to-go cocktails in pouches.

Coyle's Bakeshop $ $ $ $ Cafe/Bakery in Greenwood $$$$ 4252 Fremont Ave N

If you’re interested in buying bread but don’t want to go to the grocery store, Coyle’s has a pickup window where you can show up to grab preordered sourdough, scones, cake, jam, tarts, cookies, granola, bags of coffee, and our absolute favorite thing from Coyle’s - the cretzel. It’s 50% croissant, 50% pretzel, and 100% guaranteed to make you happy.

Pick-Quick Drive In $ $ $ $ American , Burgers in SoDo $$$$ 2990 4th Ave S

If you’re looking for a drive-thru window, go to Pick Quick for lunch. It’s an old-school, fast-food spot with burgers, fries, and ice cream cones that are better than the ones at Dick’s. You could also pay for the whole meal with the rumpled singles you found in your pants pockets while doing laundry.

The White Swan Public House $ $ $ $ American , Seafood in South Lake Union $$$$ 1001 Fairview Ave N

Even if you’re grabbing something quick to take back home, it doesn’t mean you can’t also get a great view of Lake Union. That’s where White Swan comes in - it’s right on the water, and they serve some great seafood. Options range from cornmeal-crusted cod and chips to a fishwich BLT, and you can call your order in if you’d like (their number is 206-588-2680).

Yalla $$$$ 1510 E Olive Way

Yalla is a great takeout window that serves Middle Eastern wraps on homemade flatbread filled with everything from lamb and pomegranate molasses to za’atar and labneh. But if they have the cheesy kefta sandwich on special, you’re going to want that, especially with a nice side of crispy falafel. And if you’re also looking to bulk up your pantry, they sell olive oil, spices, and tahini.

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