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emeritus-fuckers · 6 months

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A (relatively long) headcanon post about Ghouls as species

Since we've already theorized birth dates, dick sizes and the way the Ministry works, it's time to focus on the Ghouls. So let's try to come up with some stuff, shall we?

PS: I was gonna include human-ghoul hybrids, but that's a whole another post bc this one is already long af.

Ghouls and Ghoulettes

Ghouls view gender very differently than humans do. Their biology does not correlate to their gender. Most ghouls are intersex, but it's no uncommon for them to be male or female (purely in the amab/afab way) and their sex is not really important when it comes to their roles in the packs. It is, however, worth noting that more biologically feminine ghouls are physically stronger and more dominant. It's worth noting that there's no such thing as a "Ghoulette" in their understanding. They all refer to each other as "Ghoul". The term "Ghoulette" was introduced to them by the Clergy.

Kits

As mentioned above, most ghouls are intersex. Unlike humans, they can have both functional male and female genitalia, which means in majority of cases, a ghoul of any presentation can get pregnant. They get pregnant for about a year and usually give birth to 2-3 kits. Kits are notably smaller than human baby. They're much closer to a chihuahua or a big rat, but they grow very quickly for the first few weeks and within 6 months they're already at the level of a human two-year-old.

Aging

Ghouls do not have a distinct age when they reach adulthood. They reach adulthood "officially" when they go in their first heat, which is when they're around 500 years. However, they function as an adult within a pack after reaching a different milestone - losing their first horns.

Baby ghouls are born without horns. They gain their first horns when they're around 50 years old (a Ghoul equivalent of a pre-teen). They are much more fragile and are a bit like baby teeth for humans. They do, however, show that a young ghoul can now start to learn how to function in a pack. They learn how to hunt, how to fight, all things like this.

Speaking of teeth, ghouls regularly lose some of their teeth and grow new ones. It's not exactly age-related, exactly, but it is worth mentioning.

Heats

Heat period is different for all the kinds of Ghouls. It is the only time period when they are fully capable of impregnating/getting another ghoul (and/or human) pregnant. It's also the only time when ghouls with cocks knot. What's also interesting is that it is possible for multiple ghouls to impregnate the same ghoul/human at the same time, since their reproductive system works differently. They don't exactly ovulate, and instead during heat their womb fills up with a thick, sticky liquid (which gradually spills out as they cum) and the sperm of another ghoul can then swim in it until it finds the ghoul equivalent of egg cells, which they have multiple of just sorta built into little "holes" inside the walls of their wombs (this is a terrible example, but it's a bit like the seeds on a strawberry). And so, if multiple ghouls cum inside a ghoul with a womb, there's a chance for more than one of them to impregnate said ghoul at the same time. This can also happen if (although it's rare) ghoul semen mixes together well enough to become a mix of genetics. Very often, due to how ghoul genetics work, a kit can have multiple biological parents. An example of that is Swiss, who has two biological fathers and a mother.

For Water Ghouls, it's around Spring.

For Fire Ghouls, it's around Summer.

For Air Ghouls, it's around Fall.

For Earth Ghouls, it's around Winter.

For Quintessence Ghouls, there is no specific period, as it all depends on energy flows in Hell.

For Multighouls, heat also varies and it can circulate between the elements they "consist of". For example, a Fire-Water multighoul can have their heat either around summer or around spring. Curiously, Quintessence-multighoul seem to only "inherit" the heat periods from the other elements.

Mates

Ghouls are almost exclusively polyamorous. They usually have a main partner (mate), but it's not uncommon for a pack (not to be confused with tribe) to be a large polycule. They do, however, mate for life, once they have chosen someone to be their mate. A mating bond is the closest to a marriage, but it is a much more spiritual bond than an "official" one. A ghoul can have multiple mates, but there's always one primary mate that they cherish above anyone else. It should, however, be noted, that if a ghoul's mate gets pregnant, they get almost obsessively protective and possessive.

Elements

Speaking of elements, I am a big hater on the ideas of ghouls having "superpowers" such as pyrokinesis or hydrokinesis because it's just stupid, boring and overdone. This is Ghost, not ATLA.

Instead, I believe the elements of ghouls correlate mostly with where they live and their biology. While there is a special, spiritual bond with their element, they have no control over it.

Water ghouls separate into hot and cold water. They have gills and fins on their forearms, calves and on their backs, running down their spines. Their ears are also fin-shaped. Hot water ghouls live closer to the Fire ghouls, near the surface. Cold water ghouls live closer to the bottom of the "ocean" in Hell, closer to the caves Earth Ghouls live in. Cold water ghouls also have slightly bigger eyes that faintly glow in the dark, helping them see in the darkness.

As mentioned already, Earth ghouls live mostly in caves, either underground or in the mountains. They live mostly in the dark, which leads to them being sensitive to light to having relatively poor eyesight in general, especially compared to other ghouls. They have incredibly well developed sense of smell, though. They tend to be rather big. There is also a rather rare subspecies of Earth ghouls, casually referred to as "Surface Earth ghouls" because, as you can probably guess, they live on the surface. They still sleep in caves, but they spend most of their days in the mountains. To prepare for this sort of life, they have evolved goat-like hooves.

In the mountains, you can also find the Air ghouls. They tend to live in whatever high places they can find so they can feel the wind properly. Similarly to Earth ghouls, they have pretty good sense of smell. They also have the best hearing among all the ghouls and are incredibly good at sensing the weather. What's incredibly interesting, however, is that some of them have very serious issues adapting to not being in the mountains of Hell and end up requiring crutches or wheelchairs within a few months after being summoned.

Quintessence ghouls are the most interesting in this regard, since they don't live in one specific area. They are nomads, travelling Hell in search of connection to the Essence/Elements. They're the most spiritual, able to sense energy and very slightly manipulate it to help someone heal faster, which, added to their knowledge of botany and ability to create medicine and them being rather mysterious and mostly keeping to themselves, has lead the other ghouls to assume they have magical abilities while in reality, they're simply in touch with their spirituality. Since they travel almost constantly, they only make nests while in heat.

Can a Ghoul switch elements?

Absolutely! It is a common and fully accepted concept. It's also the closest a ghoul can get to being trans from the human perspective, since they don't really understand gender the way humans do, as mentioned above.

Similarly to how some people don't feel comfortable with the gender they were assigned at birth, some ghouls don't feel in touch with the Element they're born into and that's completely fine! Other Elements very eagerly welcome new ghouls, there's absolutely nothing stopping them.

It does take a few centuries to actually go through the metamorphosis (and it does require a ritual), but the ghouls welcome them as their own the very moment they are told about this. They obviously have certain accommodations until their bodies are prepared to live fully like other ghouls of their chosen element. They will still have bodily characteristics of their original element (like Sodo still has his Water traits), but they'll be useless unless they're a multi-ghoul. For example, a Water-to-Fire ghoul like Sodo can still look like a Water Ghoul, but they will have all the abilities of a Fire Ghoul.

Tribes and packs

Aside from elements (and in case of Water and Earth ghouls, subspecies), ghouls separate into tribes and then smaller packs (families) within the tribes.

Packs are usually lead by one of the oldest ghouls in it (usually grandparents or great grandparents). Said pack leaders form a tribe council, which discusses any issues that might arise. It is important to note that unless there is a need for the council to meet, all packs within a tribe are left to do as they please. A pack can consist of ghouls of different elements and even if they live incredibly far apart, unlike tribes, who live in one specific area. Ghouls from different tribes can very much be a part of the same pack. A ghoul can be a part of multiple packs, but only one tribe.

Similarly to a human family, a pack is primarily a ghoul's biological relatives. It's not uncommon, however, for younger ghouls to find other ghouls to form their own pack with. A pack can be family or just really close friends. At the end of the day, each pack is unique and goes by its own rules.

Laws

Ghouls have only three universal laws. Each tribe and pack can add their own, of course, but there are only three that have to be followed by absolutely every ghoul.

1. Respect consent

While ghouls are creatures who cannibalize each other for fun (it's one of the most common games for kits to nibble on each other and bites little pieces of each other for fun), no ghoul is allowed to touch another without permission, unless it's to defend themselves or those close to them. Ghouls take "no means no" very seriously and are prepared to tear apart anyone who doesn't. This also includes not touching anyone who's not in the right mindset to consent (for example, someone who's drunk/high).

2. No harming kits

While fights between packs, tribes or individual ghouls are to be expected, none of them are allowed to harm a kit. It's as simple as that. And while ghouls believe in eye for an eye, they wouldn't harm children even as revenge.

3. No incest

Goes back to rule one. Incest can never be fully consensual and it's bad for genetics, therefore logically, it has been banned.

Punishment

Of course, with breaking the law comes a punishment. While breaking an individual law is a matter of pack or tribe, breaking the three main laws results in being eaten alive. If a ghoul survives this punishment, they are left in their mangled state for lesser demons to finish them or to simply bleed out.

Religion/Spirituality

While ghouls acknowledge Lucifer as king of Hell, he is not a religious figure for them. Ghouls don't have religious figures in general. They do, however, have a system of beliefs.

Ghouls believe in Essence. Simply put, it's a spiritual elemental energy and their equivalent of a soul. While Water, Fire, Earth and Air ghouls connect to their elements rather easily and don't really seek a deeper connection, Quintessence ghouls are the most spiritual ones and some spend their entire lives connecting to their element to actually transform their Essence into Quintessence, the perfect element. Thanks to this, they are more in touch with their Essence and can help others resonate with theirs more easily.

Pets

Just like humans, ghouls keep pets. It's usually a hell hound (for Quintessence and Fire ghouls), a demonic mole-like creature (Earth ghouls), a hippogryph (Air and Surface Earth ghouls) or any sort of fucked up sea monster (Water ghouls). Usually one ghoul has one pet that they form a very strong bond with until the pet dies.

If, somehow, a pet outlives a ghoul, they are never seen with a new ghoulish companion. Other ghouls respect it and let the animal grieve. They are welcome among the pack and/or tribe, but none of the ghouls try to claim the pet as theirs.

Speech

Ghouls do not have a "humanoid" language. They communicate in what can be described as noises, both animalistic and some rather unique (for example, water ghouls can imitate a "drowning gurgle", fire ghouls can imitate the sound of cracking burning wood and other things like this).

Summoning a ghoul

Despite what some people seem to think, ghouls don't just get pulled out of Hell randomly, shocked and unprepared. In reality, being summoned is also a ghoul's choice, as they go through their own rituals to prepare for that.

Summoning a ghoul is, in reality, merely creating a one-way opening to Hell. It is up to a ghoul to answer it. However, due to the language barrier and how painful the "travel" is, they can act somewhat rabid when first summoned.

After being summoned, a ghoul usually spends a few weeks learning the language of the humans that summoned them (ghouls are incredibly good at copying noises and noticing sound patterns, which is why they're good musicians) as well as human habits. They usually take from one to three months to adapt fully.

During their time adapting, they might speak in weird ways, putting words in the wrong order or speaking with odd, experimental tones (such as Phantom's "where am I going?").

Ghouls Den in the Ministry

Just like living in different regions in Hell, Ghoul's have different places to live depending on their Element, they also have a slightly similar arrangement in the Ministry. The Ghoul's Den is always a separate section of the building (in the LA Ministry, they have a whole wing to themselves). Usually it's the area where boiler room is, seeing as both Fire and Water ghouls seem to find it comforting. And since it's almost always in the basement, Earth ghouls also feel rather happy there. Quintessence ghouls usually take the surface level, sharing it with Surface Earth ghouls, and then Air ghouls take the top floor.

Ghouls and their roles in the Ministry

Aside from playing in the band, ghouls have plenty of potential jobs they can do. Most of the time it's something physical, like carrying stuff around, being a body guard or just assisting the most important people in the Clergy with whatever they need, but they also do other jobs!

Ghouls are natural tinkerers and are very good at repetitive tasks, so they often take over maintenance of different things. And as natural gatherers, they enjoy organizing and counting things, which is why librarians and finance-related jobs are often dominated by ghouls, only a few humans working there to make sure everything's okay (to just oversee them work, mostly).

Some ghouls (mostly Quintessence) also work in Ministry healthcare, using their knowledge of different plants and other forms of medicine they know to help Siblings with their pains and issues.

Many ghouls, especially those more fem alligned (aka ghoulettes), like to work with little ones in the nursery, as well.

Written by Jez.

Taglist: @charlie-is-a-menace @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @lunarsromantichomicide @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @randominstake @nuntia @dio-niisio @mybotanicaldemise @igodownjustlikeholymary @natoncesaid

#this was supposed to be short #haha no #i want to stab myself #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulette #nameless ghoulettes #headcanon #headcanons

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everybodyshusband · 5 months

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@crimsonclergy's headcanon post got me thinking and i just had to try my hand at writing it out as a little ficlet !! go read his post first, it's awesome <3

1.7k words of aurora gender fuckery, a little dysphoria and a lot of euphoria under the cut >:)

The piece of fabric she's pulled out of her laundry basket is unfamiliar. It's an unassuming little garment, a tight, white, cropped tank top of some kind that she thinks must belong to Cirrus. She stares at it for a while before deciding fuck it. She could do with a new shirt, and if it suits her well enough, there's a possibility Cirrus won't even care that it's gone missing if she gets to see Aurora wearing it every so often.

She tosses it onto her bed in preparation and struggles to unclasp the clip of her bralette—a lacy thing picked out for her that morning by Cumulus, the air ghoulette purring in her ear that the colouring suits her complexion and the laced edges frame her little chest so perfectly—groaning in annoyance when, as usual, she can't quite figure out how to get it undone and has to resort to pulling it over her head. She throws it on and ground and glares at it in frustration before turning her attention back to the top on the bed.

She picks it up and starts to slip it on like it's a normal top but it's tight; tight enough that it has her wondering if it even belongs to Cirrus after all. She gets her arms and head through the openings, but beyond that, she had to twist and contort her body awkwardly just to get the top down past her chest. It makes her weirdly self-conscious about it all. At least, she thinks she's feeling self-conscious. The exact feeling welling up inside of her as she struggles to get the shirt on, and again as she has to adjust herself inside of it so her chest isn't sitting uncomfortably inside the fabric is a foreign one; a tightness deep inside her chest that's different from the tightness the top is providing—this feeling is one that makes her skin all itchy and legs wobbly and she decides right there in that moment that if this is how the shirt makes her feel then she never wants to put it on ever again. But, she reconciles, it's worth taking a look in the mirror before she takes it off and returns it to whoever it's supposed to belong to. After all the effort it took her to wriggle into the garment, it'd be pointless not to take a look.

The first glance of her reflection has her mouth dropping open in surprise and that funny, gross feeling dissipating within seconds. She lifts her hands and smooths them down the plane of her chest. It's... flat? She turns to the side and cranes her neck to catch her reflection.

It's flat.

She can't stop the delighted giggle that bursts from deep in her chest, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet in excitement. This is cool. This is different. So different from how she normally looks. So different from how she looked mere minutes ago in her silk sleep shorts and matching lace-y bralette. Her eyes drift to the reflexion of the laundry basket sitting on the bed behind her and she can't help but wonder what she might look like with something over the top of this new garment.

She turns away from the mirror and grabs the first thing on the pile, one of Dew's oversized shirts advertising some band that Aurora hasn't heard of yet; it reminds her that she really should ask him about it sometime, he seems to like it a lot. Underneath the shirt is a pair of boxers and some careful digging through the rest of the basket reveals that, oh. This is Dew's laundry. Oops. After some deliberation, she decides that what Dew doesn't know won't hurt him and once again decides fuck it, she should try the shirt on anyway. For some reason she can't quite pinpoint at the moment, none of the shirts in her wardrobe feel right to wear over the top on her chest anyway.

She slips the t-shirt on and turns to look in the mirror and–

Oh.

She looks like Dew. Like Mountain.

The flat angle of her chest even reminds her of Aeon or Rain, and the way Cirrus explained in the simplest of terms that to two of them are shaped more like the boys than the girls, even though they don't fit into either of those categories. The same way Dew is shaped in almost the same way as the girls, even though he's not one of them. And Aurora, she... Well, she's coming to some kind of realisation about all of this and what that might mean for her. She knows that part of her thought process right now is probably quite significant, but she can't quite get a solid grasp on the abstract thought that's floating tauntingly through her head.

She runs her hand over her chest again, marvelling at the way she doesn't encounter any bumps all the way from her collarbone to her belly button. That funny, good, happy feeling in her chest is back and once again, she can't help the disbelieving giggle that bubbles up out of her mouth as she continues feeling the flat, angular plane of her chest unburdened by her anatomy for the first time.

She fishes Dew's boxers out of the basket and quickly swaps out her pyjama shorts for them, throwing the silk garment on the floor alongside her lace bralette and in her head promising to Dew that she'll rewash all his clothes she's worn later, but right now she just needs to experience this.

The way the feeling in her chest expands when she turns back to the mirror and almost mistakes herself for Dew. The way the boxers sit high on her waist but still reach her thighs comfortably and cling to her skin in a way that makes her want to shout out in happiness. The way she can imagine tying her hair up in the same messy updo that Dew prefers in the morning and walking down to breakfast in this exact outfit and starting her days off feeling good instead of just fine. The way her chest sits flat in the shirt and the more she takes in her reflexion the more the elated feeling grows and grows until it's buzzing through her limbs and she can hear her heartbeat loudly in her ears. The way that the closest comparison she can think of is that this is how she feels when she performs; a rush of excitement and adrenaline mixed with doing things that make her feel free.

She spends the best part of the next hour digging through Dew's laundry, trying on his clothes and staring at her reflexion in the mirror. She tried a few of her own clothes too, but although most days she doesn't mind them, today they made her skin crawl enough that she shoved them all back in her cupboard without even folding or hanging them up again—she'll deal with the mess later, but right now she needs to focus on that incredible feeling of happiness that's pulsing through her entire body and keeping her face from displaying anything but a wide grin.

All too soon, there's a knock on her door that makes her jump and rush to wrap a blanket around herself, just in case someone comes in—it's not that what she's doing is wrong, everyone swaps clothes all the time, but something about how she's feeling right now in Dew's clothes feels almost private and for now, she'd like to keep it that way. Cumulus doesn't come in though, instead talking to Aurora through the door and calling her down to lunch, explaining that Rain's put the ingredients out for make-your-own salad sandwiches, so if Aurora wants any of the good stuff in hers, she'd better be quick before Dew and Sunshine take them all.

She calls out a hasty "Thanks, Lus!" and pointedly ignores the way her voice feels slightly wrong in her own ears—she just hasn't been speaking for a while, that's all it is, right? She pulls the shirt, pants and boxers off, pulling her regular underwear and sleep shorts back on, but she can't for the life of her get the tight top off. After a long while of wriggling and struggling that results in her having to wipe sweat off of her forehead with a towel, she yanks the top off and is immediately overly aware of the way her chest moves freely now it's unrestrained by the tight garment. She's never particularly minded the feeling before—she hasn't known anything different—but now that she knows the way the tight top makes her feel, she doesn't think she likes the regular feeling very much at all.

She pulls the bralette back on and grabs Dew's shirt, reasoning that she can give an excuse of the feel of soft fabric or the smell of freshly washed clothes if anyone asks why she's not wearing any of her own shirts, and makes her way to the kitchen.

Lunch passes without much fanfare, and thankfully, one asks why she's wearing Dew's shirt of a band she doesn't even know. As she's rinsing her plate off afterwards though, Dew sidles up beside her and strikes up a conversation, small talk about her vocals and his guitar in one of the new songs that Papa is working on. As she finishes rinsing the plate and moves to leave though, he stops her.

She draws a breath in, waiting for the inevitable—because she doesn't know how, but he must know about the tight top and the clothes and that's what he's going to ask about—and ends up wholly surprised when he asks, genuinely, if she knows where his basket of laundry is.

She tells him she thinks it made its way to her room, but she's not sure. "I'll check," she tells him, as if she can't recall every item of Dew's clothing that's currently sitting in the basket.

He smiles his thanks and turns away from her to rinse his own plate, which Aurora takes as her signal to return to her room, refold some of Dew's clothes and put them in his basket of clean stuff, put the rest back in the dirty laundry basket and return to clean clothes to him later that day.

When she finally does knock on Dew's door with his basket of laundry under one arm, there's a hesitance in her eyes that he's never seen before. She asks if she can come in and when he nods and moves aside to let her in, she sits on the bed, chewing bottom lip nervously.

"Um, Dew?" She starts, hands twisting over one another in her lap. "Can we– Can we talk?"

#husband ficlets #aurora ghoulette #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #there's a bunch of the ghouls mentioned but not really enough for their own tags #except maybe #dewdrop ghoul

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azureseacloud · 6 months

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Hidden Messages

Ghost (band)

Part 2

Dewdrop x reader

Warnings: swearing, ✨more sexual tension✨

Words: 1,734

Hope you guys enjoy!! I am taking requests for the ghouls and ghoulettes so feel free to drop a request!!

Currently working on part 3 so stay tuned! :)

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@ghoulettess

You awoke slowly, not opening your eyes just yet—still trying to cling to the wisps of a dream. Even now it was slipping from your memory, but the feelings remained. It had been a happy dream. It left you feeling light.

There was a comfortable warmth along the front of your body that moved rhythmically. Breathing. Your mind went to Cirrus—you’d fallen asleep on her. You could feel an arm around your waist, holding you close, and legs entwined with yours. She was still wearing her boots—you’d never understood how they all seemed to be able to sleep in their uniforms. Cirrus had reassured you that they were exceptionally comfy when you had brought it up the first time you had fallen asleep in the ghoul quarters. You hadn’t wanted to leave them feeling trapped in their uniforms, especially in their own area, but Cirrus had brushed it off.

Soft puffs of warm air kissed your hair, and you smiled. It was comfortable—the ghouls had really become your lifeline. Not that you didn’t have other friends in the clergy, but you felt more at home with them, like you were a part of their family. Crazy, that you were closer to literal demons than you were to humans.

After a few more moments of enjoying the warmth and comfort, you decided that it was probably time for you to get up, although you loathed the thought of leaving the ghoulette’s arms. But staying here was risking the wrath of Sister Imperator, especially since you had a meeting with her today regarding the upcoming tour.

You reluctantly opened your eyes, blinking against the soft darkness of the room. You peered over the shoulder that your head was resting on, taking in the room.

Rain and Swiss were sprawled out on the floor still, the water ghoul using Swiss’s stomach as a pillow while Mountain was stretched out beside them. Aurora was draped across the couch beside you, Cirrus curled around her with Cumulus beside her. Phantom was—

Wait.

Your eyes darted back to Cirrus. Cirrus, who was further down on the same couch as you and the ghoulettes. Cirrus, who most definitely did not have you wrapped in her arms.

Confusion rushed through your foggy, half asleep mind as you wondered who you had been sleeping on. Then it clicked, and you felt the colour drain from your face as you did the math. There was only one ghoul who was unaccounted for. One ghoul who gave off heat and smelled like a mixture of ash and smoke.

Unholy Satan.

You were suddenly very awake, forcing yourself to remain as still as possible. Your eyes slowly traced the shoulder, your head tilting to get a glimpse at the white horns piercing through the helmet.

Oh. Oh.

One of your hands was wrapped around his back, the other resting between yours and his chest. Your legs were tangled. His arm was around your waist, gripping your hip, while the other was caught between your side and the couch, his hand resting on your shoulder blade. Right behind you was the arm rest, essentially boxing you in.

Sure, you’d woken up to strange positions before—one time you’d fallen asleep by yourself on one of the couches only to be woken in the middle of a ghoul pile on the floor, lying across Swiss and Phantom. Other times you’d woken up finding it hard to breathe, because Phantom had sprawled across your chest, his helmet digging into your stomach.

But you’d never woken up this close to Dewdrop.

Warmth was pooling in your stomach and blooming across your cheeks. Had he moved over here or had you moved onto him? You remembered falling asleep with Cirrus but how had you wound up in Dewdrop’s arms? And how, exactly, were you going to get out without waking him?

You shifted slightly, slowly manoeuvring a leg away from his, trying not to wake the ghoul. You got one leg out, but the other one was trapped between both of his. You slowly drew it out, listening carefully for any change in his even breaths. When your foot got caught on the top of his boot you cringed, but luckily you managed to slide it away without the ghoul stirring.

Okay, your legs were free. All you needed now was to get out of his arms. This was the hard part.

You sent a quick glance around the room again, your eyes meeting Cirrus, who seemed to have just woken up. She was watching you, an amused smile visible under her mask as she registered your predicament.

Was this you? You mouthed at her. She shook her head.

Then how the fuck?

Cirrus shrugged. You rolled your eyes, shooting her an ‘any help?’ look. Her shoulders shook as she laughed silently, mouthing back a no.

Friends were so very useful in times of need.

Maybe you should just wake Dewdrop up, ask him to move so you could get up and get going. Meetings with Sister Imperator were important, and surely you could act nonchalant about this whole thing? You’d had to wake up Rain and Aurora before so you could get up, and it wasn’t a problem. So why didn’t you do the same for Dewdrop?

Because you didn’t feel the same with Dew. This was completely different and you did not trust yourself to stay composed with him holding you like this. And it was plain embarrassing. But that meant you’d have to pull his hands off you.

Satan, this was mortifying.

You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling the warmth through his clothing. A part of you wanted to remain in his arms and forget about the meeting. But unfortunately, your fear of Sister’s wrath won out.

You withdrew your arm from his back, reaching over to where his hand was on your hip, hovering for a moment as you hesitated. Reminding yourself of Sister Imperator’s stern voice, you placed your hand on top of his. You tried not to think of how many times you had stared at his hands, how many times you had pictured them laced with your own, or gripping your body.

Slowly, you slipped your fingers underneath his, inching his hand off of your hip. You guided his hand to rest on his leg, holding your breath. You let out a relieved sigh shooting Cirrus a thumbs up. She tilted her head in response.

Bracing your arm against the sliver of couch between the two of you, you began lifting yourself up, sliding your feet to the floor. You were almost standing when a hand pulled you back down.

“What the fuck.” You whisper yelled as you landed on the ghoul.

Your arms caught Dewdrop’s as you landed on top of him, his arms bracing you from fully falling into him. Your face was right in front of his mask, your eyes looking straight into his goggles. Your heart raced, partially from the fright and partially from how you had landed on a—very much awake—Dew.

Your chest was flush with his, his hands holding your wrists and supporting your weight. If he hadn’t, you would have crashed your head straight into his helmet. Although, a concussion sounded pretty good right now.

Something that sounded very much like a snicker came from beside you. You were going to kill Cirrus. Had Dew been awake this whole damn time?

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked simply, tilting his head. You swore you could almost glimpse the gleam of his eyes within the goggles.

“I have a meeting.” You replied surprisingly evenly, although it was definitely spoken a little too quickly to be casual. But then again, you would still be startled even if it wasn’t the ghoul that you were crushing on.

Dew huffed, twisting his grip on you so you slid sideways off him and back onto the couch, this time on his other side. Landing on your side with your back to him, you had a barely a moment before his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you into him. He leaned his chin on your shoulder, as your wide eyes caught on to Cirrus and Aurora, who were both sitting up now and watching you. Aurora’s mouth was open in a little ‘o’ that had you blushing furiously.

Cirrus was not going to stop teasing you about this for weeks.

“Dew,” you said exasperatedly, “I need to go now.” You tugged at his arms but he just clung on to you tighter.

“No.” His breath was warm on your ear—everything about him was comfortably warm. It was unfair, honestly. Wait, did he just say ‘no’?

“No, not ‘no’. Let me go you little gremlin.” He snorted at that, not letting go even as you tried twisting out of his grip. What had gotten into this damn fire ghoul?

Ceasing your fruitless efforts to escape, Dew hummed contentedly, thinking you had given up. You crossed your arms, scowling at Cirrus when she stuck her tongue out at you.

“Fine, you can explain to Sister Imperator why I missed her meeting.” At that, Dew tensed up. You knew he’d gotten into trouble with the Sister multiple times, and with her harsh demeanour and even harsher punishments, Dewdrop wasn’t keen on getting into more trouble with her.

“She’s got you there Dewdrop,” Cirrus said sweetly. She pointed at you, mouthing later. You flipped her off. Of course she couldn’t wait to tease you about this.

The fire ghoul growled lowly, bumping his head against the side of yours before reluctantly letting go of your waist. You closed your eyes in relief—maybe your heart would finally have a chance to slow down soon.

You climbed off the couch, avoiding looking at Dew as you flapped a small wave at Cirrus and Aurora. You stepped around Rain and Swiss, hopping over Mountain’s arm. As you reached the door, you couldn’t help yourself.

You glanced back at Dewdrop. The fire ghoul was still sitting on the couch, one leg pulled up on the couch, the other stretched out. He raised a hand to his masked mouth, blowing you a kiss that turned into flipping you off. You snapped back around, hurrying through the door.

That fucking fire ghoul would be the death of you.

#ghost band #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghost #nameless ghouls x reader #the band ghost #cirrus ghost #cirrus ghoulette

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titlemewickedwonderland · 10 months

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Quiet Time (Nameless Ghouls)

Summary: Concerts are fun. But they can be mentally as well as physically draining; especially for the ghouls. After one particular concert, Y/n finds herself needing a little TLC but she wasn't alone and she finds a new connection with her ghoul pack.

Pairing: Mainly Rain x Mountain x Ghoul!Reader with a sprinkle of Swiss, Dew, and Phantom at the end.

Triggers: Fluff

Prompt: A request by anon! I hope you see this and enjoy it! <3 Thank you for the request! Sorry it took so long to write out!

Follow My Workshop!

The door to the tour bus clicked closed behind her; drowning out the sounds of loud voices beyond and she sagged in relief against it. The last concert of their tour was epic; as it normally was. The rush of being on stage in front of thousands of people and doing what you love never got old. It was always so much fun for her especially when she got to watch the fanatical antics of the front ghouls like Dew, Rain, and Phantom.

While Y/n was a Multi-ghoul like Swiss and didn't often go to the front of the stage she still enjoyed herself on her little stage while playing little games with the cheeky Swiss. But it was draining. Oh, so very draining in the end after the adrenaline rush wore off.

Unlike most of her ghoul packmates, Y/n enjoyed the more quiet side of things. After the guests had left and the stage taken down, packed up, and free time on their hands; she was always the first to go straight back to the tour bus for some peace.

It wasn't that Y/n was anti-social. That was absolutely impossible to be in her line of work. But concert after concert really did a number on her mind as much as it did physically and unlike Swiss, Dew, and Phantom who were out having fun and partying at a local club or whatever with the Ghoulettes, the female Multi-ghoul found her time better spent recuperating on the bus.

The soft click of her mask hit the countertop as she placed it down with a tired sigh and shook out her hair - allowing it to be all crazy-like in her face. But the sigh of relief she let out was more of letting her ears, tail, and horns breath than anything else now that she was in the comfort and privacy of the tour bus. It was silent besides the soft thrum of the air conditioning onboard so she shucked off her suspenders, her boots, and her shirt - leaving her in the semi-comfort of her tight pants and tanktop she wore beneath as she flopped herself back first onto the sofa and threw her arm over her eyes.

But her peace was soon coming to a close when she heard the door to the bus open. She lifted her arm slightly to peer over to see the towering figure of Mountain coming down the isle towards her trailed behind by Rain. Her lips quirked slightly as she rested her arm over her eyes again.

"I thought you guys would have tagged along with the others." she mumbled; not looking up as her legs were lifted up off the couch only to be replaced on someone's lap.

"They're too loud. I don't have the energy to match them." Rain grumbled slumping back against the couch as he idly rubbed her calves.

Y/n snorted and dropped her arm to look at him with a slight smile. "Oh trust me, I get it." she replied.

"We aren't disturbing you are we, blossom?" Mountain as her as he took of his helmet and boots to dump on the floor by the couch.

"Of course not." she shook her head. "I know you guys aren't exactly social when it comes to the end of tour." she replied while giving a single shoulder shrug.

"Hmm." the gentle giant headed for the kitchenette and began rummaging through the cubbards. "Tea?"

"Oh my god that'd sound great!"

"So does a shower." Rain grumbled to himself as he chucked his helmet and glamor.

But instead of going to shower he tipped sideways to lay across Y/n's side while hugging her legs in his position. The ghoulette purred and sank her fingers into his thick dark hair; scratching gently at his scalp eliciting a purr in return from the Water ghoul as his tail curled around hers.

When the tea was finally done Mountain walked over to set the cups down before slipping beneath the female so that she rested halfway into his lap. The mug was warm on her palms as she wrapped her hands around the offered cup and she sighed contently.

See this was more of the life; the downtime to just be present and enjoy a warm cup of tea in the quiet time. It wasn't as if she wouldn't get the time when back at the Abbey but it just hit a little different being able to do this after a long tour.

"I swear if Dewdrop or Swiss comes back on this bus with a girl I'm sleeping on the top of the bus tonight. I will not be kept awake all night listening to them fuck." Rain commented breaking the silence and his cheek vibrated with laughter as it left Y/n

"I second that motion. Hell, we might as well get our camp ready because when does Dew ever not come back with some ass?" she added taking a sip of her tea.

"Sometimes I wonder if he and Swiss have a bet going on to see who could bring in the most girls." Mountain added as he idly rested his cheek against Y/n head.

Finally, Rain moved from the pile and stretched as he sat up. "I don't know about you but I'm grabbing a shower before Phantom steals it and hogs it for an hour!" he said as he finished off his mug of tea.

"Shit, you're right. Damn, only if the shower here was bigger for more than one person." Y/n grumbled adjusting herself against Mountain as Rain stood up.

The water ghoul smiled slightly and bopped her on the nose. "I promise you can shower with me anytime when we get back home."

"Of course! You have the biggest shower in the whole Abbey." Y/n snickered and ducked her head against Mountain's shoulder when the Water ghoul swiped at her playfully before going down the bus towards the bunks to grab a change of clothes.

"I can't wait to get home. I miss my garden." Mountain mumbled closing his eyes as he leaned his head against the back.

"Aw, well I'm sure Sister Maddie is taking good care of it for you in your absence." Y/n gave his waist a squeeze before narrowing her eyes playfully at him. "Speaking of. What's going on with you and Sister Maddie?" her brows jumped on her forehead playfully.

"Nothing is going on." Mountain's cheeks flushed a bit even when he defiantly stared down at her.

"He's going to ask her out when we get back!" Rain called with a grin before he disappeared into the shower; narrowly missing the flying boot Mountain chucked at him.

"Aw, well that's sweet!" Y/n grinned turning her attention to the Earth ghoul.

"Whatever." he muttered with a huff and turned his head away.

The gentle banter came to a screeching halt when the doors to the tour bus banged open and the loudness of voices echoed into the interior as 3 rather loud and probably drunk ghouls came stumbling in bickering with each other.

Y/n and Mountain shared an exasperated look between each other before a weight dropped ontop of the girl getting the air knocked out of her.

"Y/n!!!! Tell Dew to stop being such a dick!" Phantom whined as he wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face into her stomach.

She sagged with a groan and shot her gaze across the room at Swiss and Dew. "What the hell did you guys do?"

"Hey! Don't take sides before you hear the story!" Swiss held his hands up in defense.

"I'm not. You know what? I don't give a fuck. You disturbed our peace." she stuck her nose in the air with a sniff.

"Aw, you telling us you don't want us around no more?" Dew cocked his head and leaned against the countertop before suddenly launching himself across the room and jumping ontop of Phantom who screeched like bloody murder and began struggling indigently with Dewdrop.

"Oi!" Y/n wiggled her way from beneath the wrestling males and stood up with a huff.

"God you guys are impossible sometimes." she crossed her arms before looking over towards Swiss. "Ya'll want some tea?"

"Fuck no! I don't know how you drink that shit." Dew stopped attacking Phantom long enough to bark at her.

"I was thinking something stronger like...whiskey?" Swiss looked hopeful and Y/n rolled her eyes.

"Hot cocoa it is then. Go sit down you annoying idiots and stop using Mountain as a wrestling mat." she pointed a finger at them all and then headed for the kitchen.

Mountain noped out of there real quick as he stood from the couch and began grabbing the empty mugs he, Y/n, and Rain had been using earlier to wash them out while Y/n made the other three some cocoa.

While the other three were preoccupied Mountain reached into the cupboard above Y/n head and pulled out a little glass bottle with some kind of green powder in it and gave her a wink. She eyed it a moment before snickering under her breath.

Once the hot cocoa was done she gave a small scoop of the powder into each cup and stirred. It was a herb Mountain had dried and ground into a powder that would aid in calming them down. Not so much as a sleep aid but it worked wonders when they got so excited; certainly helped calm them down a bit.

With Mountain's help, she handed out the mugs, making sure the goofballs wouldn't spill it before taking her seat in between Phantom and Dew on the couch while Mountain took sit spot on the opposite couch. Rain came out to join them once he was done with the shower and paused in the doorway with a smirk on his face as he noticed Phantom snoozing on Y/n's shoulder, Dew full out draped across her lap like a cat with an empty mug hanging from his fingertips nearly touching the floor, and a Swiss who was barely managing to keep his eyes open but his head was bobbing as he fought off sleep.

The water ghoul gave Mountain a thumbs up before plopping himself down beside the large ghoul to curl up against his side while he scrolled through his phone. A little while later the door opened again and Copia came stumbling in looking haggard; pausing on the threshold to stare at the pile of ghouls on the couches and smiling slightly at the sight.

Y/n who was half asleep herself peeked an eye open and returned his smile with a sleepy one of her own. Shrugging the singer shucked off his shoes and his sparkly jacket before dumping his ass onto the couch with Mountain and Rain; eliciting a purr from the sleepy Rain as he readjusted himself to cuddle against Copia.

Y/n looked around at the piles of bodies and smiled to herself as she rested her cheek on top of Phantom's head and nuzzled into his hair a bit as she sighed. Content to let the silence of the room and the warmth of the bodies around her lull her into a comfortable sleep; this was what she looked forward to most on tour - the quiet time after a long tour to just bask in the presence of her favorite people.

#ghost #ghost ghouls #ghost band #nameless ghouls #ghost fandom #the band ghost #ghost the band #rain ghoul x reader #mountain x reader #ghouls #fluff

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madangel19 · 2 days

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Okay okay, so hear me out.

The ghoulettes (either one or all, doesn't matter which) and Phantom, right?

Phantom is sick for the first time topside and it's bad.

Bad because they try to hide it for so long they collapse. It's not their fault really, they don't really know what sickness is.

They wake up in Cirrus' room and the girls nurse them back to health!

Ooo, I like :3

Content: Fainting and some angst from poor Phantom

Words Count: 767

Phantom groaned when another wave of unease washed over him during practice. It had been happening all morning and he had no idea what was happening. Did he eat something bad? That often happened when one ate tainted meat, but the food in the ministry had been perfect so far.

He tried to focus on his guitar, but the more he played, the more pain and unease took over. He could see the concerned looks from his pack members whenever he messed up. That was to be expected since he was new, but when he saw Copia looking back at him, he felt even worse. There was plenty of time to get better with performing. These songs were new to him and he needed more practice, but he had been doing so well over the past few weeks.

“Let’s take a ten minute break,” Copia said when they were done practicing Kaisarion. He gave Phantom a knowing nod before going over to drink some water.

“Hey, are you okay?” Dewdrop asked, walking over to him with two water bottles in hand. Phantom didn’t realize just how thirsty he was when Dewdrop handed him the water bottle.

“I’m fine. I…I just need more practice,” Phantom replied, taking a sip of the water.

It suddenly hit him like a break and he coughed violently, dropping the water and spilling it. He tried to steady himself, but he was quickly on his knees, alerting the rest of the pack and Copia. His ears were ringing and his vision grew foggy as the ghouls surrounded him. He felt a hand on his back easing him to lie down and all went dark.

Phantom groaned, slowly opening his eyes to a dark room. His head was pounding and there was something cold on his forehead. He tried to move his hand to feel what was there, but his movements were sluggish. He felt high, but it was a bad kind of high.

A soft chirp filled the air and he noticed movement in front of him. More chirps and chitters surrounded him and he noticed three figures surrounding him.

“Hey there, Bug. You gave us quite a scare back there,” a familiar voice cooed as one of the figures got closer.

Phantom blinked and Cirrus took form before him. She smiled at him and placed a hand on his forehead, taking off whatever it was that he had there. It looked like a wet towel.

“What…What happened?” Phantom asked, his voice weak.

“You passed out on us, sweetie. Looks like you caught a nasty bug,” Cumulus said, appearing on his other side with another towel in hand.

“A…bug? Did…Did I get…bit?” Phantom questioned.

Cirrus and Cumulus exchanged worried glances before turning back to him. Cumulus put the rag on his forehead while also caressing his skin with perfectly cool fingertips.

“It’s not an actual bug, honey. You got sick real bad. It happens with new summons, but you’ll feel better in a few days with rest. I know it feels scary, but you have us to take care of you,” Cumulus chimed, her smile sweeter than anything.

“I…I gotta practice. The band needs…me…,” Phantom murmured. He couldn’t be laying around in bed when he should be getting better at performing. If he wasn’t good enough, then he would surely be sent back to the pits. The very thought terrified him.

“It’s okay, Phantom. We have plenty of time before the tour starts. You just rest and we’ll be here for you. Swiss will make you your favorite snacks whenever you feel like eating. How’s that sound?” Cirrus said, patting his shoulder.

“What if…What if they send me…back?” Phantom asked, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

“That’s not gonna happen, Buggy. All of us have gotten sick at some point and we were never sent back. You’re staying here with us no matter what,” Cumulus said, leaning in to peck him on the cheek.

Phantom let out a sigh and relaxed into the bed. Cirrus and Cumulus continued to chitter amongst themselves as they worked on tucking him into the bed and making him comfortable.

“You need anything, Bug?” Cirrus asked.

He wasn’t quite sure what he needed until a wave of drowsiness took over him and his eyelids grew heavy.

“Just…sleep,” he murmured.

“You rest up as much as you can, honey. That’s the best thing you can do now,” Cumulus said.

Phantom smiled up at them as he slowly closed his eyes. The last thing he heard was them humming softly together as they sat on either side of him.

#the band ghost #ghost band #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #phantom ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette

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sexy-sea-basss · 3 months

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Cirrus Gets Pampered

Pairing: Aurora x Cirrus x Cumulus

WC: 2656

TW: Threesome, Tail sex, BDSM, DP in both holes, name calling?, (slight) degradation, spanking, flogging, 18+ MDNI

let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: Special writing credit to @obsidianghoul because without him, my favorite scene wouldn't exist. Shoutout to @jimothybarnes for the Beta <3

Dedicated to @relentlessmoon. This wouldn't exist without her. This post sparked it all.

And I think this counts as self care, so Week 6 of Ghoulette Appreciation week: Self Care.

Read below the cut or on AO3

Cirrus has always treated Aurora and Cumulus like her princesses. Always praising them, giving them exactly what they want and need. Rarely does she let herself be pampered, though. Lately, she’s been really stressed over a few things Copia’s having her do. This was the perfect opportunity for them to treat her to a good time. Aurora and Cumulus plan an afternoon full of pampering and, well, a little revenge. Well, more of a night where she didn’t have to do any thinking, simply enjoy herself. The day started off with Aurora inviting Cirrus out for a stroll in the garden, followed by a spa day in town. Cumulus stayed behind to do the necessary preparations for their big night.

Lus finishes laying the toys in a neat fashion on a portable high table. Rory’s strap ready to be put on, silk blindfold, gag, along with a flogger, knives, and other toys they could use. On the bed there lay a new set of lingerie for Cirrus to change into. Cumulus and Aurora also had picked out sets for each other and were laid out on her bed. The sets were going to be ruined in an instant anyways, but they wanted to look pretty for Cirrus. She looks over everything once more and returns to her room where she gets Rory’s we’re almost there message.

Aurora tugs Cirrus into her room, like an impatient child. Upon entering, Cirrus’ eyes go wide as she sees everything that’s been laid out. Aurora’s demeanor changes, and she drops the playful personality. “Change into this,” pointing at the blue lace, “when I come back, I want to see you on your knees in front of the bed, hands on your thighs, like a good girl.”

“Wait, Aur-,” Aurora silences her.

“Shh, I'm in charge today. Do as I say. I’ll take good care of you, Preciosa,” and with that she exits the room, leaving Cirrus to do as she’s told.

Aurora skips to Lus' room, excitement coursing through her body. She’s welcomed by a heated, messy kiss. She jumps, Lus’ strong arms holding her up. She wraps her legs around Lus, and in between messy kisses, she gets out “hi, I missed you.” Lus moans into her mouth, hands kneading her ass, spreading her cheeks and delivering a solid slap.

Momentarily breaking contact with Lus, Aurora thinks of Cirrus, “we should get back to Cirrus”

“She can wait,” Lus rushes, attacking her collarbones, leaving red, wet spots and bite marks on her thin collarbones. “She’ll be okay, Princess. Relax a little.” Moans filled the air as Lus’ hand maneuvered to Aurora's core, bringing her to her first orgasm of the night.

In the other room, Cirrus finished changing and knelt on the pillow set at the foot of the bed. She could hear Aurora's moans from wherever she was in the ghoulette wing, probably Cumulus’ room. Aurora’s never been quiet, she loves the attention her moans attract. Cirrus wonders how long she’ll have her waiting. She's tempted to look around and see what sort of toys are out, but she knows better. So, she kneels and waits.

Aurora comes with a scream, as she rides out her orgasm while Lus holds her steady. Rory’s legs let go of Cumulus’ wait before coming in contact with the ground. She smiles looking up at Lus,“thank you, I needed that. I’m a little nervous for tonight. "

"It’s going to be okay Princess, I'll be there, plus I've trained you well. Just text me when to make my entrance.”

Aurora nods and turns around to change. Pulling off her pants, slick drips down Aurora’s thighs. Grabbing a wipe to clean it, a hand stops her. “No, leave it. It’ll drive her insane” Aurora nods, and continues getting ready for her debut.

Aurora’s struts back into her room where she finds Cirrus on her knees just like she told her to be. Gently placing two fingers under Cirrus chin, Aurora lifts her head so she’s looking into her eyes. “Color?”

“Green.”

Aurora nods. “Safe word?”

“Cupcake.”

“You look so pretty… look at those perky tits in the blue lace, those doe eyes, the wonderfully colored horns, that tail that whips so good with a spade that stings so deliciously. Oh, look at this delectable pussy matching your boobs in lace.” Getting down to Cirrus’ level, Aurora caresses her cunt, “Satan really took his time creating you, but tonight, I'm deconstructing you. I’m breaking you down to your core. Now stay and don’t move.”

Cirrus is so wet for Aurora. She’s never seen her take control like this and it’s beyond intoxicating. She needs more. She tries to rub her thighs together, but a quick little slap on the wrist by Aurora’s tail lets her know that her minute movements were noticed by Aurora’s watchful eye.

Aurora takes her seat on the chair, right in front of Cirrus, spreading her legs, displaying the wet spot on her panties and the sheen of slick on her thighs, and begins to touch herself over her lace.

Cirrus moans at the sight, wanting to learn forward and devour her. She can smell her arousal from where she is. Aurora’s trail extends towards Cirrus and the tip inserts itself into her mouth. “Get it nice and wet for me, would you?”

Cirrus recognized this move. This is something she would do to her before lightly smacking her face or making her cunt sting. Aurora using Cirrus’ move on her brought her arousal to a new height.

The tip of the tail exited her mouth, and slowly made its way down her body to her dripping cunt, only to lightly graze her cunt. “I think I can make you cum with just my tail, what do you think?”

“Yes, ma’am, I think you can.”

“Oh, we learned some manners. Good girl, now spread your legs a little more.”

The heart shaped tip rubs her clothed cunt, increasing the pressure on her clit. Cirrus was so aroused, she almost came the instant the tip touched her clit. After what felt like a few minutes, Aurora spoke.

“Pull your underwear to the side.”

With a moan, she pulls her underwear to the side, Aurora’s heart-shaped tip has more room to explore her cunt. Her tail teases her entrance, poking in and out, fucking her so good, even though its just the tip. The trailing tail sliding against her clit, providing the friction Cirrus needs to cum.

Aurora stands to look down on Cirrus for the first time in their relationship. Grabbing the silk scarf from the table, she neatly folds it before covering her eyes, securing it behind her head. “Now cum for me, slut.”

Cirrus lets go, slick dribbling down her thighs. The tail pulls away, lightly patting her cunt as if to say good girl. Breathing heavily, she tilts her head up hoping she’s looking in the general direction of Aurora for some sort of reward, or guidance, but nothing comes.

“Aurora?”

“I’m right here Preciosa, I'm grabbing something. Gotta reward my girl. You’re doing so good. Bite,” she commands, placing a strawberry against Cirrus lips. “What a good slut. Obeying my every command.”

Cirrus eats the strawberry out of Aurora’s hand, her tongue flicking out to taste her fingertips. She moans as she swallows and Aurora smiles down at her before sliding her hand through Cirrus’ hair, tugging gently, and guiding her head forward towards her cunt. “Be a good girl and put your mouth to use”

Cir inhales deep, mouth watering at the heavy intoxicating scent of Aurora's arousal. Her tongue flicks out, leaving tiny kitten licks just shy of Rora's clit, making her shiver. She licks at the slick coating her pussy and thighs, making sure to just barely avoid the places she knows Aurora wants her tongue most. Another slightly-less-gentle tug has her pressed fully against Aurora's cunt.

Cirrus, taking the hint, dives in, dragging the flat of her tongue directly over her clit. “Keep your mouth open, tongue out just like that. I want to ride you”

Aurora grinds her cunt on Cir’s mouth, moaning in pleasure. Aurora looks to the side, where her mirror is, and admires the scene before her: Cirrus on her knees eating her pussy. She’s beyond wet, and Cirrus drinks her like she hasn’t had a drink in years. Moans escape Cirrus, hips grinding against the air, focused on being a good girl for Aurora. Looking at herself in the mirror, Aurora grinds harder against Cirrus, making herself cum all over her mouth.

Bending down, she cleans herself off Cirrus’ face, then kisses her. Cirrus hungrily eating the remains of Aurora’s orgasm.

“Mm, I'm impressed, slut. You haven’t been fighting my commands, I think you deserve a reward, but before that happens. On the bed, on all fours. Face the wall”

Guiding Cirrus onto the bed, Aurora helps Cirrus get into position, and refastens the blindfold. “Color?”

“Always green for you ma’am.”

“Love you hear you call me ma’am,” collecting slick from her cunt, she brings her fingers to Cir’s mouth, “Taste. That’s right, swirl your tongue on my fingers. I'm going to worship you like a sacrament at the unholy altar, but first, are you having fun?”

“Yes, fuck yes, I’m having so much fun.”

With a patpat on Cirrus’ head, Aurora retreats from her side. Cirrus feels Aurora's small fingers circle her tight hole. Before she could acknowledge what was happening a hand slaps her ass… But it’s too big to be Aurora’s hand.. Cumulus? It must be hers, but how did she even g- Before she could finish that thought, Aurora's skinny fingers entered her tight hole and Cumulus’ finger entered her cunt at the same time. She arches her back, tail waving happily in the air. “I knew you’d like that you whore” Rory chimes in.

Cirrus sensed a lighter, more playful ambiance after Cumulus joined them. Aurora and Cumulus always had a thing for banter and playful jabs, she wonders if she’ll be receiving any of that tonight. She was at their mercy afterall.

“Sathanas, you’re so tight, Cirrus. Both holes.” Cumulus comments.

“Yeah, that’s ‘cause she won’t let us fuck her.” Aurora quips.

Another slap.

Cirrus hisses at the sting. It was definitely harder than the first one. She’s not able to recover from the slap, before her ass is slapped again by Cumulus and Aurora at the same time. They’re determined to bruise her ass, so that every time she sits down, she’s reminded of who fucked her.

Aurora adds another finger, opening her ass more. Cumulus pulls out her fingers to grab the flogger on the table.

“What do you say Aurora? Should we use this?” Lus questions, as she gently passes the flogger over Cirrus’ back so she knows what they’re talking about. Cirrus’ body visibly shivers.

“I think she likes it, Lus. Use it,” Rory encourages. Cumulus lightly flogs her thighs, followed by her torso, arms, torso again, making her way to her ass where she uses a little more force.

“Oh baby girl, your ass is looking spectacular. So red and juicy, I could just bite it… Actually...” Lus bites her ass. Hard. Leaving behind a perfect impression of her teeth and fangs. Cirrus yelps in pain.

“Mark me more please” Cirrus begs in a shaky voice. “Lus, did you hear that? She wants us to mark her more!”

Lus and Aurora begin to bite her ass, as well as leave hickeys scattered around her back, thighs, calves, torso, everywhere they had access to. Additional slaps were delivered to ensure her ass bruises nicely.

“I think she's ready, Lus, wanna take care of the slut for me for a second?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

Cumulus takes off the blindfold and kisses her sweetly, bringing her to a kneeling position. “Hi baby girl, is Aurora treating you well?”

Cirrus smiles, “Yes, more than well. It’s fun being on this side”

Kissing her slowly, pouring love into every movement, Lus takes off the lace bra, kneading her tits, plucking her nipples before moving on. She caresses the rest of her body, especially her ass, which is very sensitive by the way she flinches at the touch, giving her love. “Color, babygirl?”

“So green still”

“Stroke my cock then,” Lus guides Cir’s hand to her pussy to collect some slick, then to the strap she has on. Cir noticed it was her favorite strap, the one with the remote control vibrator attached to it. Aurora must have the control.

Aurora returns, climbing onto the bed with them, giving Cirrus a kiss. “Let the real fun begin.” Cumulus positions Cirrus so her back is against her chest and she’s facing Aurora. “Hey pretty lady, you’re looking so beautifully wrecked. Makeup running down your face. I wish I could snap a picture of you.”

Aurora reaches down to Cirrus cunt, giving her clit some attention and collecting some of her slick, bringing it to her mouth for a taste while staring into Cirrus’ eyes. Slowly, she inserts the dildo into her. Cirrus leans back looking for some support. Cumulus holds her up while she takes Aurora. Whimpering and begging for more, Cirrus grabs Lus’ thighs.

“Tell me when you want me, Cirrus,” she whispers into her ear.

“I need you, I need you now, please! Feels so fucking good.”

Leaning forward, supporting herself on Aurora, Cirrus gives Cumulus access to her ass. Grabbing some slick and some lube, she pokes at Cirrus entrance. Slowly pushing in, causing Cirrus to groan in pleasure. “More, keep going. Feels so good Lus.. mnnhh, oh fucking hell, Aurora touch me. Please, I might cum before she bottoms out”

Without hesitation, Aurora begins to rub circles on her clit. The moment Cumulus bottoms out, Cirrus cums. “I feel so full. Please move, make me cum again and again, wreck me.”

Aurora and Cumulus look at each other and establish who’s moving first. Alternating their stroke pattern, they stretch her out to her fullest. All Cirrus is able to get out are uh uh uh and nnngghhh.

Cumulus grabs a fistful of Cirrus’ hair, pulling her head back, “Who knew you were such a slut, Cir. Especially for TWO cocks. Is this how you are with the boys? Or do you only boss them around too?”

Aurora grabs Cirrus by the neck, applying pressure to the sides of the neck, “Who fucks you better, the boys or us? Hmm? Answer, bitch”

“You do. You fuck me better,” Cirrus chokes out. Cumulus delivers a slap to her ass, making her yelp.

Aurora turns on their vibrators, creating a bigger mess of them both, fucking Cirrus to the point where none of them could speak. Salvia filled kisses were exchanged amongst the three of them, tails were roaming each other's bodies, and all three were nearing their final orgasms of the night.

Cirrus’ whimpers are growing in volume, Cumulus moans longer and more frequently, and Aurora’s whining loudly too.

The rhythm is messy, everything is off track. Cirrus knows she is not allowed to cum without permission, so she tries to beg “please.. Plea…se, ah, nnhh, rory.. Please.. I-”

“Cirrus, cum.” Aurora instructs. After a few more strokes and grunts, Cirrus cums, followed by Cumulus and lastly Aurora.

The three of them collapse on the bed, slowly pulling out of Cirrus, and lazily taking off their straps.

Cirrus lay motionless on the bed, chest rising and falling. Aurora brushes hair out of her face, “Are you with us?” Cirrus nods, eyelids closing from exhaustion. Cumulus lays on the bed, bringing Cirrus between her legs, and placing a blanket over them.

Cirrus falls asleep for a little bit while Aurora cleans up the mess, and Cumulus provides her with warmth and comfort. Grabbing the snacks and aftercare tray, Aurora joins them under the blanket. All three purring into the night.

#the band ghost #nameless ghoulettes #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #spicy tag #luci writes #been on a roll writing things #so here's another piece #the band ghost fanfic

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zephyr with a back brace disguised as a corset, but everyone knows it’s just a super fashionable and elegant back brace, and no one thinks it’s an actual corset.

omega and ifrit love lacing it up. :>

Hehehe i enjoy that you have told me this because i am a little fashion history nerd and historically men did wear corsets :3!!

DISCLAIMER: (historically) corsets we're not generally tight laced and mist depictions of really tiny waists are both artist style choices as well as picture editing!! There's a lot more in depth discussion of this on YouTube !!

I really enjoy looking at pictures of corsets and other undergarments from the met museum collection, these were usually quite small which is likely why they weren't used at all!! But if you look many of the corsets have a very specific shape that hugs the lower back and supports the bust!! People didn't have wired bras back then and all the petticoat skirt layers required a lot of support, wearing such big heavy skirts on your waist would've been terrible!!! So much back pain!! So the corset serves to support the back and distribute the weight of all the layers as well as the bust!! Because it was made with whale bone it was still very much flexible to a degree!! This means no issue slouching or leaning down, aside from just the bulk of the clothes!

I really like watching Bernadette Banner's videos where she experiments and discusses corsetry, and especially their experience with corsetry and scoliosis :0 which is really interesting

In one of the pictures above it did show some "belts" for men!! These were practically braces supported by straps that would sit over your undershirt, probably hook between pants and suspenders to take weight off your back while doing work and stuff?

So i wouldn't be surprised if Zephyr actually went to a historical costumer for a light black dyed linen or cotton corset, very simple and boned with some synthetic baleen, or for the air ghoul taste, some featherbone!! He'd also likely have no trouble getting several made, one for actual special occasions that looks entirely more so like a corset vest, as many men wore, or different variations of heaviness for when the backpain becomes a lot, he needs more backwide support, or the lighter smaller one just to replace his brace, it's still quite fancy for him to wear, at least to the modern eye. But ghouls have been around for ages or at least seen humanity evolve for millennia, most of them can tell zephyr just got corsets made for his back, in fact i would even argue some ghouls join him and get matching corsets for when they're on tour performing in stage for a while!! Especially dew who wears his when he's not on stage but rather for support whole traveling, and mountain who discovered wearing a brace actually REALLY helps his pain when he's working in the greenhouse or during band practice, aether also matches corsets with the ghoulettes bc he realizes they make his boobs look really nice and also gives him a really lovely silhouette on his clothes !! He's a fancy boyy!!

LOWKEY SORRY FOR THE RANT HAHA!!! BUT YEAH I LOVE THIS!!

#corsetry #corsets #historical clothing #historical costuming #the band ghost #raven rambles #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul headcanons #nameless ghouls headcanons #shitghosting #educational?#aether ghoul #zephyr ghoul #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #ghoulettes

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A Hobby and Late Night - Rain/Aurora

Domestic December - Day 17

Summary: Rain and Aurora share a gaming hobby and accidentally stay up til 3 at which point a nice convo happens

Content (do let me know if I forgot anything!): Talks of self discovery, introspection, cuddling

Word count: ~900

“Yes! Get fucked!” Aurora cheered, her arms flying into the air.

For a moment she got to ignore the cramp in her hands, while Rain’s defeat was only worsened by his awareness of his aching back. The two had been fully immersed in the video game they played together all night. Rain had spent most of that time leaning over his own lap, arms resting on his knees, while Aurora hadn’t stopped aggressively clutching her controller in excitement for even a minute.

The water ghoul was happy she enjoyed video games as much as he did. Copia had introduced them to him when he was first summoned and now he got to pass that proverbial torch to her.

He smiled when he saw Aurora yawn, “Tired already? It’s only…” He grabbed his phone to check the time, eye widening in realization. He turned the screen around so she could see, “3am.”

“What?!” Aurora sat up in a hurry, suddenly not as tired. Rain quickly motioned for her to keep it down, causing her to cover her mouth with her hands, “Did we really play that long?”

“Did it really take you that long to beat me?” He teased, referencing how she had wanted to keep playing until she beat him in a match. Unfortunately for her, Rain had much more experience with the levels, hence why it had indeed taken forever.

“You’re rude.” She jokingly pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

“But you did it eventually. Congratulations.” He held out his hand for a friendly shake, but she harshly high fived him instead before yawning again, “Do you want to go to bed?”

“No, I wanna stay with you a little longer.” Aurora crawled over, snuggling into Rain’s side with her arm around his waist.

“That’s alright,” One of his arms came around her shoulders, “I assume you liked that game?”

She nodded excitedly, “I think this one’s my favorite. No offence to Copia, but a lot of the games he plays aren’t nearly as thrilling.”

Rain nodded, “I get that. But relaxing games can be fun. I think you’d like some cozy games with a lot of customization.”

“Oh, that sounds fun.” She sounded overjoyed, regardless of how sleepy she was, “I love character customization. Making yourself look cool in a game is so much easier than changing stuff in real life.”

“Is there anything you would want to change?”

She shrugged, burying her face a little farther into Rain’s side, “Sometimes I see people in outfits or with styles that look so pretty, but I don’t know if they would be fit for me.”

“That makes sense. I feel the same way sometimes when I see Dew or you. You guys look so cool all the time, but I know if I dressed up like that I wouldn’t be true to myself.”

“But how do you know? Have you ever tried?”

“In the case of Dew, yes. I’ve let him make me over before. It didn’t really work,” Rain smiled at the memory, “But for the most part, I don’t know. Well, I know, but I don’t know how I know. That’s just a matter of knowing yourself.”

Aurora took a second to process the words, “That must be nice. Knowing who you are.”

Rain’s smile softened further, brushing a hand through her colored locks, “You’ll get there. You’re still young, still adjusting to topside culture. One of them, at least. It will come.”

“How long will that take?”

“I don’t know,” Rain laughed lightheartedly, “That’s different for everyone.”

The ghoulette stayed quiet for just long enough that Rain thought she may have fallen asleep, “I like who you are.” She suddenly admitted.

“And who am I to you?” He inquired curiously.

“You’re… Rain. You’re considerate and true to your feelings. You love anything waterrelated, it so obviously makes you super happy. You can be shy, but never hide any part of yourself. I never feel like you’re putting up a front to me. Like, I’m always talking to the real you, if that makes sense.”

Rain nodded along, “Thank you. That’s really kind and you are actually making sense to me. If I had to describe you in return, I’d say joyous. You get so excited about even the smallest things and it brings everyone else’s mood up as well. You don’t try to subvert people’s expectations of you, but you still manage to do so. You’re…” Finding the words proved more difficult than expected, “very unique. Even if I don’t always understand, it's clear that you look at the world and other people in such a way that even if it only makes sense to you, it's still something new. That’s a compliment, by the way.” He looked down at his subject of analysis, not getting any reaction. Looking a little closer, he soon realized she had, at last, fallen asleep.

His smile was loving. He carefully peeled her arm from around him so he could stand up. She whined softly at the loss and before she managed to wake herself again, he picked her up to carry her off to bed.

Looking back down at her one more time, Rain saw someone familiar. It was like he understood everything about her even if he really didn’t. It didn’t matter if Aurora didn’t know exactly who she was yet, he knew she’d get there soon. And he could only hope she’d love herself as much as he did.

[My Main Masterlist | Domestic December Masterlist]

#totally not projecting myself onto Aurora here #lol apologies for the extremely low quality banner #domestic december #the band ghost fanfiction #rain ghoul #aurora ghoulette #headcanon #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #the band ghost fic

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Rain & Sunshine - Rainy Days

Can't You Just Make It Move Faster? // A Ghost Fanfiction. SFW, Fluff For Your Enjoyment <3

The raindrops beat against the giant windows of the sunroom, a constant repeating pattern that seemed to drill straight through Sunshine’s mind. This was a beat that she could not get behind, a rhythm she simply couldn’t get up and dance to. Her stormy counterpart thought differently.

Rain was rather enjoying the recent weather, spending his days sitting beside the windows in the sunroom. He would do everything there, whether it be reading, writing, brainstorming ideas for new songs or just playing simple melodies on his guitar, he was right by the window.

The sunroom was usually Sunshine’s favourite place in the summertime. The multi-ghoul specialised in fire and air, leaving her quite the sucker for the sun. She was cleverly named, as she would spend hours on end lying in the bright rays that would shine through the floor to ceiling windows and across the hardwood floors. She wished she hadn’t taken those beams for granted.

Sunshine couldn’t help but let out a heavy sigh, lying against the window and watching the droplets race down the glass. Rain stopped plucking away at the strings on his bass, looking at the Ghoulette with his brows furrowed.

“What’s wrong, Sunshine?” He asked, putting his guitar back on its stand to focus his attention on her. She looked at him, an annoyed expression on her face. “You don’t like the rain?”

Sunshine sighed, shaking her head. “Of course not. Why would I care for the dark clouds that hold back the sun?” She said dramatically, arms crossed to her chest. It had never clicked in Rain’s mind that a simple thing like the sun being hidden from view could cause such a large shift in Sunshine’s personality. “Have you tried simply… closing the curtains?” He asked, pulling one of the curtains across to hide the miserable weather. Sunshine slapped his hand, pushing the curtain back. “I would quite prefer the light of day than the horrible fluorescent lights,” She said, shuddering at the thought of unnatural light on her skin. Unnatural light provided no real warmth for her body.

Being a multi-ghoul, the water seemed to cool her off, whilst the fire demanded a warmth she just couldn’t produce for herself. Her favourite thing is the sun, spending all day in it due to the natural way it would regulate her body’s temperature. She knew Rain didn’t understand how her body worked, but assumed that he would have at least connected the dots. Her name was literally Sunshine for crying out loud! She let out a heavy sigh, looking out the window longingly. Rain let out a small sigh of his own. He didn’t like seeing any of his fellow ghouls upset, and he could see the affect the recent storms were having on Sunshine. His arms slowly opened for her, holding them out. His tail wrapped around her leg, tapping her tanned skin to get her attention. Sunshine looked up, her golden eyes wide with surprise.

“C’mon, Sunny. Warm hug, take it or leave it,” Rain whispered. It wouldn’t really be a warm hug, as Rain usually ran cold, but it would be a hug. Sunshine was in half a mind to roll her eyes at him, to deny him and return to her wallowing. But that fire in her was sparking at the thought of something comforting- something warm.

So she took it. She collapsed in his arms, almost knocking his bass off of the stand beside him from the force. It wasn’t comfortable by any means; her legs were bent at an awkward angle, her tail was trapped between the bench beneath her and Rain’s thigh. Her hair was in her eyes and her arms were squashed against the wall. But she didn’t care. Finally, finally… Her mind was quiet.

Rain’s hand came up to push a strand of Sunshine’s normally bright hair behind her ear. It had been slowly dimming with the sun gone. He adjusted their position, pulling her between his legs, his chest to her back, his arms around her waist.

“Not so bad, huh?” He said, voice soft. His hands ran through her hair. She hummed her appreciation, worried if she spoke, it would all end. So they sat together in a comfortable silence, Rain’s hands playing with her hair, Sunshine’s eyes closed as she leaned into his body.

It wasn’t long before the weather calmed, the sun shining through the windows again. Sunshine didn’t dare move from Rain’s arms, letting her body take in the rays she had been missing so dearly. Her breathing evened out, her eyes staying closed. Soon, Rain did the same, the two ending the day together, his hand still tangled in her hair as it slowly regained its colour.

And if Cirrus came to fetch them for dinner and saw them asleep with soft smiles on both of their faces, she didn’t tell a soul.

#ghost #ghost the band #sunshine ghoulette #rain ghoul #rain #sunshine #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction

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A heavy head, a heavy heart.

This is some sad shit! so please be warned before you read this. suicide and other stuff like that are mentioned. This is a 100% self-vent thing but sometimes other people find comfort in other people's pain.

So do be warned and well.... keep on reading I guess, if you want to

Deep breaths, body shivering, nails digging into skin and tears falling from flushed cheeks. The cold of the stone wall pressed against sweaty back, hoping to cool down. Face rubbed raw, as hand wipped at the tears, oh so despreted to get rid of them all. The only thing that made it worse was the whispers, the whispers of hate, the whispers of lies and so much more, the mind they entered only filling up more and more. Feeling of arms, coldness of metal, warmth of bodies and soft kind whispers entered their mind, pushing away the lies, the hate.

"It's alright, sweet. we are right here"

"Can you focus on us, little one?"

A soft hum was heard, being pulled away from the wall, a chest against their back, legs being pushed to each side, tight being pushed under them. Other hands grabbed their own, pulling them away from the tears-stained face, finally being able to look at the now 3 people sitting around them. Soft eyes looking at their broken down stay, they just wanted to curl up and just not have to look at them.

"Please, little one, just look at us. It's alright to cry and feel you just don't want anything at all. To feel selfish and just end it, but please let us be selfish and keep you at our side."

Shacking their head, they begin to trash around in their hold, but Cumulus wouldn't let them, sitting behind them, she held on tightly. She smelled the blood in the air, fresh and new, wounds that were their own doing. Cirrus took hold of their tights to keep them from rolling out of their grip, hands rubbing circles to help them call down, as staring at the leaking lines on their arms, red dripping on the stones below them. A sad whine left her mouth, leaning into them, wanting to take away their pain so badly.

Sunshine was staring at those wounds from the start, tears spilled from her eyes, as soon as she saw them. Did they really hate themselves that much, so much that they would destroy themselves to feel a crap of something they used to? Taking hold of their wrists, she pressed one of their hands against the metal of her mask, hoping to cool them down. But all it did was make them cry harder, hiccups soon joining in, broken sobs, ripping the ghouletts hearts apart.

"It's alright, we are right here, we aren't going any were."

Cumulus pressed her face into their neck, Sunshine nodded, leaning into their side.

"Yeah, we love you too much to make you go through this alone, sweet thing."

"We mean it, little one, we can't let you go through this alone. I love you so much, we all do."

Cumulus softly whispered to them to take deep breaths, and slowly they did, intertwining their fingers with Sunshine and resting their other hand on top of Cirrus. Blood slid down and over the two ghouletts hands, but they didn't care they were happy they slowly started to call down. Eyes opening, tears still on the edge of them, but not spilling, Cumulus lifted her head, pressing a soft kiss against their cheek. Ragged breath turned to slow and deep ones, as they relaxed back into her, letting their head rest on her shoulder, looking up at the ceiling. Squeezing the other goullets hands, they sat up, sunshine kissing their jawline, softly purring coming from her chest.

"I just... I just don't to live anymore, everything feels so heavy. Everything hurts my body, my thoughts, and everything. I.. I... I just don't know how to pull myself through anymore. You are the only ones that keep me from just, jumping off the edge. My own thoughts are working against me, eating at me alive. Food just has no taste for me anymore and I just want to throw everything up. I'm sorry.... I just-"

Tears fell again, turning their head away from them, Cirrus leans forwards, taking hold of their face, guiding it to look at her.

"And we want to pull you out if you would just let us."

"But I don't want to be a burden!"

"You will never be a burden, little one."

A whine left their mouth, giving up, the strength leaving them, as they nod, sinking in on themselves. the three women quickly made work, pulling away from the human before Cirrus picked them up and rushed off to their room. With words of praise, they cleaned them up, putting them in clean clothing before diving into bed. Their head on Cumulus shoulder, Sunshine between their legs head on their chest, and Cirrus laying against them from the other side, head on their shoulder. Showering them with kisses and soft loving whispers

Maybe, just maybe, everything will be alright.

#ghost bc #ghost the band #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghoulettes #ghost x reader #the band ghost x reader #ghost the band x reader #nameless ghoulettes x reader #Cirrus x reader #sunshine x reader #cumulus x reader #ghost cirrus x reader #ghost cumulus x reader #ghost sunshine x reader

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ghouletteanon · 1 year

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Mushy May: Day 3 - Post-show rituals

Day 3 of Mushy May! Prompt list can be found here, curated by the amazing @forlorn-crows.

Pairing: Mist x Zephyr

Summary: Mist has been assigned as Zephyr's hotel roommate as well as caretaker because Zephyr will not take care of his aching joints unless he gets bullied into doing it.

Word count: 743

Rating: T, non-sexual nudity

“Don’t make me get Ifrit,” Mist stares her bandmate down and watches the tall air ghoul fretting around their shared hotel room, unpacking his bag. They are staying in town for two nights, a rare treat on tour and Mist had been voluntold to share a room with Zephyr as someone needed to stay behind to make sure he took care of himself and Mist did not mind. She already had plans for the following night when she no longer had obligations. Besides, Aether had overextended himself and who, just like Zephyr, needed time to recover.

Something Zephyr was currently not doing.

Zephyr is ridiculously stubborn, but Mist could best him in a fight if it came down to it. She did not want to do it, but she would if she had no other way to get Zephyr where he needed to be. How Zephyr was still on his feet after playing an intense ritual was a mystery. He was still wearing his glamor, even as Mist had thrown her pendant on the side table as soon as the door closed behind them.

Time for the most powerful weapon Mist had in her arsenal that was not her sharp teeth or the spiny rays of her fins. “Or I’ll ask Mountain. He will be so disappointed in you that you’ll feel bad for the rest of the tour.”

Zephyr pauses, toiletry bag in hand. “I just need to…”

“Nuhhuh,” Mist interrupts him as she walks over and grabs the bag from his hands. She pulls the enchanted upside-down cross pendant from around his neck, forcing Zephyr to drop the glamor as well. He had fortunately enough taken off the stage clothes, or else the cassock would have torn at the seams as he shot up in height. The t-shirt that was loose on his human frame no longer covers his midriff, exposing the soft fur of his underbelly.

“Listen. You don’t need to do anything except get your unglamored ass to the bath, get your muscles all nice and relaxed and get your stretches in before you drink whatever witches brew Mountain made and get some rest. No buts or ifs allowed.”

“I will probably melt into a useless puddle once I’m in the bath,” Zephyr mutters but relents and puts his hands up in the air, letting Mist push him towards the bathroom.

Mist holds on to his waist, noticing how Zephyr’s gait was uneven as he tried to hide the pain in his joints. Terzo had been right, if Mist had not been here then Zephyr would have probably ignored it and only made it worse. “If you forgot something, tell me and I’ll bring it to you.”

“You don’t need to..” Zephyr begins but Mist ignores him again as she starts the bath, not bothering to mess with the temperature as she was just going to use her powers to adjust it. It was definitely a hot water type of night.

“I want to and I am doing this for the purely selfish reason that I also get a hot bath out of this. I haven’t had a proper soak in a while and my skin is getting flaky.” It's barely an excuse, as it's partially true. She really is in need for a soak, preferably soon. Mist runs her hand through the water, imbuing it with her power.

“You just want to cuddle with me,” Zephyr teases as he sits down on the toilet seat, stripping out of his clothes, starting with the shirt.

Mist does not need to see him to know he grimaces in pain as he pulls off his shorts. She helps him up from the seat, carefully maneuvering him to sit down in the tub before she also disrobes and sits down, leaning against Zephyr’s broad chest. The bath tub is small, but so is she and the two ghouls adjust until their limbs are placed as comfortably as they can in a limited space. “Lucifer forbid ghoulettes do anything.”

Zephyr kisses the crook of Mist's neck, and let's out a content purr. “Lucifer could not stop you from doing what you want, little rockfish.”

Mist reaches up and scratches the scraggly beard on Zephyr's chin. She thinks he should let her trim it. He's supposed to be an air ghoul, not a goat like Mountain. “I love you too, but please shut up and let me soak, you big airhead.”

#the band ghost fanfiction #mushy may #mist ghoulette #zephyr ghoul #zephyr has fucked up bones ok #ga writes #unbeta'd

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con-clavi-con-jae · 1 year

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Ok this is the post I meant to do yesterday <3

Ghoul headcanon (?)

So every member of the Emeritus bloodline, after a certain age, has to summon their own ghoul, as sort of a test. Also, they get a group of ghouls (most get three, some get more, some get less) to help protect them and do whatever they ask, sort of like bodyguards or assistants.

☆each Papa and their ghouls☆

Primo Emeritus:

-Primo's summoned ghoul was Mountain. They still have some sort of respect for each other, Mountain sometimes helps Primo in the church gardens.

-All the Ghouls working for him were Mountain, Air and Earth

-Out of all of them, Air was closest to Primo since they were both quieter and more "formal", so they got each other (ahem and they're both old as shit)

Secondo Emeritus:

-Secondo actually summoned Cirrus. She's an extremely strong wind ghoulette, so it was really impressive at the time. The two of them barely talked after he retired

-His ghouls were Cirrus, Dewdrop and Alpha

-Dewdrop has actually been in the Clergy for over 2 generations of Emeritus before Nihil so yk, smol ghoul is old

-Alpha used to accompany Secondo in most of his outings. Sec just allowed him to ig

Terzo Emeritus:

-His summoned ghoul was actually Ifrit, and the two of them are literally best friends. They went out together all the time and Ifrit was one of Terzo's most trusted friends

-Their ghouls were, unsurprisingly, Mist, Ifrit and Omega

-He was extremely close to all of them (some more than others... Omega...)

Copia Imperator Emeritus:

-He summoned Sunshine, so to him, she's like a daughter. The difference between him and the rest is that Copia summoned his ghoul right after becoming Papa. The others did it at around 25 years old

-He didn't get a whole group of ghouls, it was only Aether at the beginning, because at that time he wasn't in line for papacy, but he was relatively important in the Clergy

-Right now, technically, his personal ghouls would be Aether, Swiss and Sunshine, but Copia prefers to think that all his band ghouls are there to help him, and he's extemely close to all of them

#the band ghost #ghost band headcanons #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls headcanons

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elliot-jpg · 7 months

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Random nameless ghoul headcanons because I say so pt.2

Cumulus: To start off strong with one of our lovable wholesome queens, she often is found with at least one other ghoul cuddled up next to her, she never minds giving love to someone. Like many air ghouls/ghoulettes her hair is much like a cloud, her hair specifically being fluffier, and cotton-like. Took up knitting and crocheting during era 4 and kept leaning; now everyone has at least one thing hand made from Cumulus. Wears fluffy socks around the den just to zap some poor soul. Cirrus: *Mummy Dust intensifies* Cirrus absolutely loves playing with the other ghouls on stage. Got major confident boosters whenever she got to do her keytar solos. Back to the topic of air ghouls and hair, Cirrus' hair is more flowing and has so many layers that when she curls her hair, it curls the individual layers and looks ethereal. Main ghoul that braids Sodo's hair. Definitely goes on hikes with Mountain. Aurora: Totally gossips with Sodo while painting his nails. Does not give a fuck and walks around in her sports bra just cause. Leaves little doodles on any piece of paper she gets her hands on. Found a racoon almost immediately after coming topside, mistook it for a cat, now it lives in the den (his name is Thunder cause he always makes a mess, normally followed by a crash) ~Extra~ Sunshine:

Had the poofiest, fluffiest, most luxurious hair ever. Hides things inside of it (forgets she even put something in her hair and its left there till she showers) Her hair had a sunset yellow to red gradient. Sunshine had, and still has a collection of books stolen from the den's bookshelves. This sweet pea loves to bake. Personally made cakes for everyone's birthday. Era 2: Your didn't hear this from me, but Special ghoul was Terzo's kazoo dealer, don't tell Secondo! He did it solely to piss Secondo off but didn't want to do it himself. Alpha and Omega had catfights whenever they got too bored. Earth had a vinyl collection that was well in the hundreds. Air was a total deva off stage and had to do his nightly routine or else everyone suffered. Black eyed ghoul had really bad iron deficiency, this caused his sclera and iris to turn black. Water ghoul was a huge horror movie nerd and watched every weekend (same bro) Era 1: Omega made his sunburst design on his guitar himself, was very proud of it. Opus Eponymous was also where Alpha and Omega's little "sibling rivalry" began. Chain's cloak didn't fit him so he had to compromise with the closest thing near him at the time, that being his chain. Earth didn't really mind the whole mask idea but hated the way their masks looked (when he eventually saw the era 3-5 masks he was very jealous) But you know who did really hate having to wear the masks? Air. Air especially hated the masks in summer. And last but not least for Era 1, Water. Water used to tag every place the band played at. (Era 1 was still pretty underground at this point, so no big stadiums or anything like that.) Cowbell ghoul: So, I realized I forgot this chaotic bean last post, so now he gets his own section. Cowbell really did bring that damn cowbell everywhere. Even if it was not visible, it was there. In a bag or maybe under a seat. Could've been hidden in a pile of clothes for all he cared. Had many back-ups. The only reason he got the chance to do his little cowbell thing was cause he had some dirt on Terzo and basically blackmailed his way on stage. What was it? We'll never know.

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miasmaghoul · 1 year

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Soo I wanted to send you a ficlet prompt? Is that okay? I really hope it is!

Was hoping you could write one of the ghoulettes fucking dew with a strap or dildo while another ghoul teases him/jerks him off/sucks bruises on him. Whichever ghoulettes or ghouls speak to you <3 ahhh I hope this ask is okay!

Dearest anon, that is EXTREMELY OKAY! Congrats on being my first official prompt!

Enjoy domme!Cumulus and a nice, chill Rain making the little guy's brain come out his ears.💜

Dewdrop is floating. Weightless. Suspended in some way he can't see or feel. He's certain of it, even though he can see the ivory sheets beneath him and the carved wood ceiling above. He's made of feathers and butterfly wings and crisp spring air, boundless and free.

Then Rain's hand leaves his throat and he comes hurtling back to Earth, gasping for lost breath and blinking bleary eyes. Rain is there, face nothing but calm bliss, hovering over the smaller ghoul and swaying serenely in place. He leans down to mouth at Dew's neck, licking over the freshest dark spot marring his skin, and Dewdrop lets out a rasping moan.

"You feeling good, baby?" It drifts down to him like baby's breath, soft and sweet. Cumulus is staring down at him with adoring eyes and a gentle smile on her crimson lips, matching nails raking over Dew's inner thighs. Dewdrop shudders head to toe when she moves inside him, nodding in a dazed sort of way.

"Use your words," Rain purrs in his ear, tongue grazing its pointed shell. He sounds thoroughly fucked out, deep and rough, his time with Cumulus having wrung him dry. Dew had gotten to taste the evidence of that fact. He swallows, thick and heavy.

"Y-yes," he sighs, giving a pained little noise when Rain's fangs nip at his carefully bruised collarbone and his hand stills on Dew's slick cock.

"Yes what, sweetheart?" Cumulus lilts, sliding fully into him with a pleased hum as Dew pants. She grips his legs where they wrap around her plush hips, over the harness of the near-perfect strap Dew had picked out - not too long but so thick, stretching him wonderfully with every drag along his sensitive walls. Cumulus pulls his knees closer, driving herself deeper and pressing firm against Dew's prostate.

"Y-yes mommy!" he keens, seeing flashes of stars. Cumulus chuckles and it's like a summer breeze.

"Good boy." She rolls her hips, her thrusts slow and deep and angled right where Dew wants them. The world starts to melt around him and he cries out when Rain's hand resumes its stroking. He's nipping at Dew's chest, sucking little purple spots all over his pale skin. Rain tugs a nipple ring with his tongue and Dew's eyes roll back in his head.

"Again," he moans, licking chapped lips, "Rain, please-"

Rain's other hand comes to his throat, squeezes, and Dewdrop is floating again in no time.

#miasma says #ghost blurbs #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #cumulus ghoulette

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corvusunnx · 1 year

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mushy may day 8: first time/sick fic

I chose sick fic

pairing: cumulus/cirrus

dew is an honorable mention I guess

I was gonna do the other prompt but I'm not comfortable writing smut yet 😭

summary: cirrus gets sick and cumulus makes her her favorite soup. they both cuddle n go to sleep together <3 at the end dew finds some and eats it.

the sound of knuckles tap on cirrus's door as she lays in her bed. she has a pounding headache and sore throat. she's had a fever ever since she woke up, keeping herself buried in blankets.

"who is it?" she coughs, turning to face the door. her eyes crack open to see cumulus opening the door to show herself.

"Its just me! I thought maybe you'd want me to get you something? I feel bad seeing you just lay here all day."

"Oh, it's alright. I don't know if there's anything you can do, really."

"I brought some medicine for you. how about I go get you something to eat?" she smiles gently at cirrus, awaiting a response from her. her tone is patient, letting her know she can take her time to answer if needed.

"hm... I'll try to eat something. you can get me some soup if you want."

"are we going with the classic chicken noodle. soup or your favorite?"

cirrus smiles, her favorite soup is potato soup, but specifically the way cumulus makes it. something about it is always so warm and comforting, no one else can seem to do it right.

"you already know my answer."

cumulus laughs as she leaves, closing the door behind her. as soon as she shuts it, her voice sounds from the hall.

"I'll be back!"

cirrus listens to cumulus's footsteps in the halls while she runs off. she's always there to help, the most selfless ghoul cirrus could ever name. cumulus has always been so nice to be around. so comforting. so friendly.

the dim lighting of her room makes it easy for her to fall asleep, and the soft blankets just add on. she can't help but smile at how comfortable she feels, despite her headache. just knowing cumulus is here to take care of her is enough to cure her.

cumulus stirs vegetables and broth together, a wide grin on her face. she carefully slices the potatoes into the size chunks that cirrus likes most. she adds seasonings, making it smell even better than it did before. she prepares herself a bowl when it finishes, unable to ignore how hungry she is, especially after cooking something that smells so enticing.

"knock kno-" cumulus enters cirrus's room again to find her sound asleep, cutting herself off. she sighs happily and sets a bowl beside cirrus, right on her night stand. not wanting to bother her, she finds a chair and sits down, turning on the tv and putting it on a low volume thats sure not to wake cirrus up. after a movie or two finishes, cirrus yawns and stretches herself awake, greeted by cumulus.

her face lights up as she watches cirrus wake up. she greets her, her own empty bowl in hand. the sick ghoul looks over to her night stand, a bowl and crackers sat carefully on it.

"aww, you got crackers too? you're so sweet, cumulus." a purr erupts from her while she sits herself up. she grabs the bowl, still warm to the touch despite being there for a while. she holds it up to her nose to smell the perfection of it before tasting it. the seasonings and foods blended into it make it smell so perfect.

"mmm.. is it me or is this even better than usual? did you change anything about the recipe?"

"nope. I just put a little extra love into it." cumulus laughs, her attention is completely focused on the other ghoulette, completely ignoring the movie on screen. cirrus almost can't feel the pain of how sick she is, too full of happiness from the help of the other air ghoulette. her cheeks are dusted red, even more than what her illness had made them.

cirrus finishes her soup and looks over to cumulus.

"you can lay here if you want. I know how uncomfortable that old chair is."

"don't mind if I do." cumulus curls up to cirrus, wrapping her arms around her and purring. their tails twist around each other into a knot, and their breathing matches. their hearts beat slowly and comfortably as they drift off to sleep together in each other's arms.

meanwhile

"ooooooo!" dew sniffs the air in the kitchen, his moth drooling. he's been playing guitar all day, finally deciding to eat once his stomach's growls become near impossible to ignore. he finds to pot of soup, his eyes wide and sparkling. no one can resist cumulus's cooking.

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