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belle--ofthebrawl · 1 month

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Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: Ifrit/Rain, mentions of Ifrit/Dewdrop/Rain

Tags: Public Masturbation, Semi-public blowjobs, possessive behavior, Cuckolding, kink denial on Dew's part but it's fine he's fine it's fine they're all fine.

Summary:

"Dewdrop." He finishes stupidly.

Rain shrugs, a strap of his camisole falling down one shoulder with the motion.

"My Dewdrop…" he muses, tracing patterns on Ifrit's thigh. "I like the sound of that."

Ifrit doesn't remember how the night began and he's certain he won't remember how it ends but that doesn't matter right now. Right now he's got a nice buzz going, a nice grassy spot under a tree to stare at the sky and his hand wrapped around his cock because hey. Why not.

If he concentrates, he can hear the others by the bonfire, still whooping and hollering as they dance and fight and fuck. He could join them but that would mean moving more than just his hand across his dick and he's not really feeling it right now. More interested in feeling himself. Maybe one of the others will stumble across, offer their own hand or mouth or even more but for now, Ifrit's intent on a little self-love.

There's no point in saying he's not vain because he absolutely is. This physical form had been good-looking to start with and when he found out he could modify it? Just by moving around or getting inked up? Siblings were practically lining up at the gate for his, heh, personal attention in the gym as a trainer. He was completely focused and professional during classes. But once that session was up? They knew where to find him.

Wasn't just the human Clergy either. Mist liked it when he wrestled with her, winner take all. Alpha needed the occasional beatdown too and Omega was perfect for when he wanted his ankles by his ears and a fat cock pushing so far into his guts he could taste it.

Just thinking about it made a pretty pearl of cum bead up from his tip. He smears it over the ruddy head with his thumb, rolls his hips as he toys with the slit and thinks about the others.

Dew was so cute to rile up. He could get spitting mad over some teasing and all Ifrit would have to do was look down and see where all the blood went. Only made the little guy madder, but all Ifrit had to do to apologize was kiss it until it was all better and the flush on Dew’s face was from pleasure and not fury.

Been a while since they hooked up, Ifrit thinks. A little bittersweetness lies in the memories, how Dew had found himself wrapped up in a new role and a new pack while Ifrit was left behind but he doesn't hold a grudge. Just wishes they could meet up again, see if he still has a temper or he’s gotten it under control. Ifrit's seen the way that multi-ghoul needles him, nothing short of a masterpiece there. He’d love to team up with him to make Dew cry sometime and his cock throbs in agreement.

Then there's that pretty water ghoul. Rain. Ifrit's been dying to get to know him all kinds of ways. See if he gets as wet as Dew used to, before his transition. He saw the two of them earlier, before the party really got going and okay, they looked good together. Dew looked downright snappy whenever someone tried to lure Rain away and that was just adorable. Like a dragon angrily guarding the first shiny trinket of its horde.

Monogamy isn't really a thing to the ghouls. Why would it be? Still, sometimes they can get possessive over each other. Dew's definitely got the worst case of it Ifrit's ever seen over Rain. He'd curled himself tight around the water ghoul, scenting him something fierce. Ifrit could pick it up from halfway across the field. And okay, it was a little cute. New love, and all that.

He blinks. Right, that's how he came to be here pumping his dick. He got so caught up in the vision of Dew and Rain and their entangled limbs, combined with the noises of a few threesomes happening, his mind laid out a beautiful picture of himself sandwiched between the two of them. Maybe he could coach Rain on how best to rile up Dew, get his little cock as red as his face. What to say to make his brow furrow even as he huffs out a too-quick orgasm.

Speaking of…

His balls already tight, Ifrit lets himself go and sighs at the way it aches when he does. He's got better stamina but he's been here a while, whatever he drank is working its dirty little magic on him and the night is still young. Wouldn't want to wear himself out too quickly.

If he listens, he can hear Mist crying in that perfect way she does when someone's licking her cunt and someone else is doing her gills. Belial, she's cute. Maybe he just has a thing for water ghouls, but who wouldn't with all their sensitivities and tendencies to get so wet. Maybe he should get up and join them, attack her gills from the other side and really get her going, get a few fingers stuffed up her cunt, make her squirt like she always does. His hand wraps around himself again and before he knows it, he's got his tongue in Rain's gills instead, frenching him from the inside while he bounces on Ifrit's lap, claws digging into his shoulders. Feeling Rain gasp for air as he creams around Ifrit's cock, Dew’s eyes dark with fury.

“You look like you're having fun.” Comes a soft voice and Ifrit chuckles, squeezing the base of his cock.

“Just thinking about you.” He says honestly, cracking his eye to peer at Rain. He looks good tonight. Always looks good but this is the first time Ifrit's seen him in something other than his uniform, a pair of light blue shorts that skim the tops of his thighs and a sleeveless shirt with thin straps and thinner fabric. Ifrit’s eyes lazily slide up and then firmly look back down, no shame. Dew’s not here to hiss and snarl, Ifrit's going to take advantage. As much as Rain will let him.

“We’ve never been properly introduced.” Rain muses, coming closer. “I know your name though. Seen you around. Seen some footage.”

“Do you like what you see?” Ifrit asks, angling himself so Rain can get an eyeful of his body, toned muscles and cock on full display. Like before. He's not shy about his own vanity. He half expects his confidence to intimidate the quiet water ghoul but Rain…Rain laughs at him. No one's ever laughed at Ifrit before.

He doesn't know if he likes it or not.

“Dew said you were cocky.” He drops to his hands and knees, tail coiling behind him. His eyes narrow as he comes up between Ifrit's thighs and smiles with a little too much fang for comfort. “He wouldn't be happy if he knew I was with you.”

“Then why are you here anyway?” Ifrit asks bluntly, trying to regain a foothold in the strange shift that he's pretty sure just happened.

“Because sometimes it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission.” Rain tells him with a nip to his skin that sends Ifrit reeling. No way this is happening. He can still smell Dew on Rain's clothes, smoke and anger and lust. So much lust.

"Isn't Dewdrop your, uh…" Boyfriend is the first word that comes to mind but it doesn't feel right. Too human, too exclusive. Packmate would be the best option yet it still feels too casual for whatever the hell those two have going on. He and Dew were packmates and they were never so touchy-feely as he is with Rain. He vaguely remembers Dew getting a little weird about Aether when he was first summoned but it still had nothing on how he behaved now. Rain seems to humor it and continue to do his own thing when Dew's not looking but he still doesn't want to get on the little guy's bad side and ruin any possibilities.

"Dewdrop." He finishes stupidly.

Rain shrugs, a strap of his camisole falling down one shoulder with the motion.

"My Dewdrop…" he muses, tracing patterns on Ifrit's thigh. "I like the sound of that."

His fingers tickle dangerously high and Ifrit squirms against the tree.

"Well," Rain continues thoughtfully, casually wrapping his hand around the base of Ifrit's cock, hiding the sudden flare of his tattoos as he begins to stroke him slowly. "My Dewdrop said he didn't want you touching me. So don't touch me. And we'll be alright."

Ifrit feels far from alright at this moment in time, but then Rain's bowing to dab his soft tongue to the underside and he can't find it in him to argue. The first gentle lap hits him harder than a punch, the second, somehow even worse. Rain entertains himself with Ifrit's cock like he's got all the time in the world; sliding the foreskin to and fro over the ridge, mouthing at the tip and going even lower to fit both of Ifrit's balls in his mouth. Going back up and rubbing his cheek against the head to smear the beads of pre cum all across his face.

"These are pretty," he remarks, so casual as if he was admiring a garden or a display of jewelry. Ifrit doesn't even know what he's talking about at first until Rain starts tracing the outline of his tattoos with his tongue. He got them done months ago, glyphs written and designed to further pleasure a partner. Maybe one or two thrown in so no matter how he thrusts, he always hits the best spots.

"Enchanted?" He asks, looking at Ifrit with his dark eyes, pressing a kiss to the shaft. Ifrit nods stupidly, fingers curling in the grass to keep from grabbing Rain's head and pushing him down again, make that pretty mouth drool with how Ifrit would fuck it.

"Thought so." Rain says with satisfaction. "I like the way it tingles when I touch them. Must feel good to get fucked by a cock like this."

"I've had no complaints." Ifrit gasps as Rain lays his tongue flat to slap his cock against it. He's such an active participant in his past flings that it feels off-putting to just sit here and let himself be…be toyed with. He doesn't even think Rain's blinked once since settling between his thighs and it's unnerving.

"When Dew calms down a bit," Rain starts, moving Ifrit's cock this way and that to admire all of his tattoos as they glow. "With this whole possessive thing. Maybe I'll ride it."

"Fuh-" Ifrit hisses as a large blurt of precum oozes out of his slit. Rain drinks it down then goes even further, opening his jaw for Ifrit to easily slide in without grazing any fangs. "Fucking, oh, oh that's good."

He's so pent up from touching himself earlier, thinking he wouldn't have to worry about stamina. Now he's got Rain making the sweetest, choked noises as he fucks his face on Ifrit's dick, nice and sloppy, getting his saliva all over Ifrit's balls while he gags on it. Ifrit's tearing up handfuls of grass as Rain brutalizes his own throat, moaning and trying to stifle his moans at the same time, lest Dewdrop catch them in the act and get royally pissed off.

Rain would probably just kiss him with a mouth of Ifrit's cum, his brain offers up and it's over.

He cums with a pained noise, faster than he'd like to but again he’d been working himself up decently beforehand and if he knew Rain was going to go to town on him, he would have saved his stamina. He tries to warn Rain with a stuttered exclamation as his body locks up. Rain just pulls away to tug at his cock and Ifrit starts praying Rain will put it back in his mouth and swallow but he keeps pumping his hand at first. Aims so the first spray lands thick over his eyelashes, the second glossing his full lips, smearing the head around before kissing it and pushing down to take Ifrit in, letting him finish directly down his tight throat.

“Fuck!” Ifrit shouts, hitting his head on the tree when he throws it back, trying to fuck Rain's mouth for the last few flexes of his cock. Rain keeps still, lets his jaw hang open as Ifrit pushes his cum back in as it drools out, relishing the slide of Rain’s tongue on his skin even as he slips into oversensitivity and the friction is too much. Rain lets him go with a final kiss and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he sits up tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. Ifrit's cum is dabbed off Rain’s eyelashes with his ring finger, also licked clean. There's something almost feline about him as he does it, looking so beautiful in the fractured moonlight coming down from between the branches.

"Can I," Ifrit starts. "Do you…anything?" He sounds stupid to himself and can't even imagine what he sounds like to Rain, staring down at him with a passive, unreadable expression.

"I already got mine." He says carelessly, flopping back and spreading his thighs to show off the wet fabric of his tight little shorts clinging to his cunt. Ifrit swallows thickly, eyes riveted on the way he drags his fingers softly over it. He can see the way they bump over the shape of his swollen clit and Ifrit moans right along with Rain when he rubs the tip of it.

"Swiss and Aether." He tells Ifrit, a subtle lift at the corners of his mouth. He raises a leg and uses the motion to flip himself over, lifting his tail to reveal another damp spot just underneath that's slowly drooled out enough cum to combine with the first one.

"Mountain."

Ifrit practically convulses with the longing stab of arousal the sight gives him, wheezing as Rain wiggles his shorts down to give him a better look at his well-used holes, swaying his hips and letting them gape for the briefest of moments, before shimmying his clothes back on and doing something elegant and twisted that results in him standing up, hand on his hip. Looking down at Ifrit with an amused little smile.

“Dew always forgives me if I confess everything. Helps to give him a demonstration too…So he knows what he missed out on.” It's said in such a blaisè tone for all the heavy implications in the words, Ifrit can't quite believe what he just heard. Just stares open mouthed at Rain with his soft cock wilting against his thigh and his ears ringing. Rain covers his laugh and leans close. Lets Ifrit get a nice view of his tits down his top as he takes two fingers, the two he'd touched himself with, and pets Ifrit's tongue. Before he knows what he's doing, he closes his lips around them and sucks, shivering at the faint taste of salt and sex.

“You're cute.” Rain says. “I hope I get to play with you again.”

He tries to say something but what exactly he wants to say he doesn't know. It just comes out as a stupid little uh-huh around Rain’s fingers as he withdraws them. He chases them but then Rain’s giving him a little head shake, wiping them on Ifrit's cheek and he falls back, defeated and stunned. Rain giving him that mischievous little smile the whole time.

“See you ‘round.” He says, tapping those same two fingers against his eyebrows, giving Ifrit a lazy salute. The fingers go from his temple to his mouth, where Rain spreads them and licks lasciviously in between with a wicked little wink before turning and walking off, leaving Ifrit to stare at the way his hips swing in well fucked and insouciant little half circles. How he's not limping is beyond anyone's guess.

“Damn…” he wheezes, head hitting the trunk. “Just… damn.”

What a night.

#Ifrit x rain #rain x dewdrop #ifrit x rain x dewdrop #nsft #cw cucking #damn i actually finished it really quick. that means there's something wrong with it.

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dy6nsty · 4 months

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Can we get the ghouls (and copia if ur up for it) comforting reader after a nasty panic attack? 🥺

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OFC<33 tysm 4 requesting!

Ghouls+Copia x gn reader, comforting after panic attack

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Alpha:

Waits for you to be in a content state of mind before trying to comfort you more.

Runs his hand along your back to try and ease the feeling of stress and panic that clouded your mind.

Tries to cheer you up with things you’d normally enjoy.

If it calms you down he’d be more than happy to lay across you and be warm you up like a heating pad.

Wipes the remaining tears from your face with his thumbs as he comforts you with words, tail gently wrapped around your thigh to keep him close to you.

Tells you to focus on your breathing and to keep it slow and steady.

Tries to put your mind at ease, assuring you that everything is alright and whatever had caused your panic attack had died down.

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Omega:

Focuses on making sure that you’re ready to talk or still need a few minutes to sit there and try to relax.

Asks if your feeling better and if there’s anything you need from him, will hand you a cup of water. It’s just mandatory to him.

Instructs you to take in deep breaths. Demonstrating it with your to try and calm your mind.

Once your in a secluded area he’ll try to comfort you more. Physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, you name it he’ll do it to help.

Huddling around you to give you a feeling of safety and / or comfort. Letting you know he’s there for you.

Will ask why or what the reason was for your panic attack but if you do not want to answer that question he won’t pry it out of you.

If you’re still a bit shaken up he’ll give you a small massage to comfort you if you’re feeling tense. <3

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Ifrit:

Tries to cheer you up with small jokes but will comfort you and be serious if needed. Softly rubs your wrists while hold your hand.

Warms your hand with his, just a nice feeling in hopes that’ll make you feel much better than the previous panic attack you had endured.

Pulls you towards him, and gives you a gentle hug while rubbing up and down your back before placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

If you want to talk to him about he’ll gladly listen to you.

Wants you to lay down and maybe even nap to relax but if you don’t want to he’ll stay with you until you feel better.

Brings you a warm drink or snack to help calm your mind down from sudden state of fright.

If the place you’re in isn’t as quiet as needed he’ll stay with you while moving to a better secluded area like your or his room.

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Zephyr:

Pampers you completely. Water, food, blankets, pillows, massages, cuddling, music, movies, talking, he’s up for it all.

Huddles close and whispers sweet things into your ear with his tail wrapped snug around your leg.

Runs his fingers through your hair or peppers soft kisses on your face or jaw.

Traces small hearts and shapes on your thigh or skin to try and relax your senses with his touch.

If everything feels loud or you need something he’ll be glad to give you headphones or ear plugs.

He’ll comfort and hold you while you cry if you’re still tense about what happened.

Tries to help you focus and get what you need, necessities, or anything that’ll help you feel more comfortable.

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Rain:

Wipes away the tears from your face with his thumb. Gently holding your face in his hands.

Offers a warm bath with calming accessories to add on: Candles, bath salts, or flowers from the garden.

Once your bath is complete he’ll help you dry off with a soft towel before handing you some comfortably loose and warm clothes.

Wants you to feel safe and placid before he tries to ask what’s wrong. Validates your feeling of fright or panic, letting you know that it’s alright to be scared or afraid.

Listens to you with patience. Staying quiet to hear you word for word. Humming out small answers to have you know he understands.

Focuses on what your body might need or how you feel. Giving you a glass of water and a snack to try and remove the feeling of fear from your mind.

Puts on relaxing music or nature noises like rain, birds chirping, thunder, wind, the ocean, you name it and he’ll find something for that.

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Phantom:

Hands you headphones to use for your own relaxation, especially if you think that what’s around you is overwhelming.

Hums a small tune while gathering things around that he can. Grabbing at pillows, blankets, fluffy and soft things, and a baggy shirt or sweatshirt if you’d like.

Makes sure that no one else is there to disturb you two when you’ve finally been situated in a hoard of blankets and pillows making some sort of fortress.

Lays on over you with his hands snaked around your waist, resting his head onto your stomach.

Asks what’s wrong or if you’d like to talk about what had happened to trigger the panic attack in the first place.

While you talk to him he huddled as close as possible he can to you. Rubbing your back with one of his hands.

Best thing he can do is try and relax you into a nice and comfortable sleep. Or spend time with you until you feel better to be on your own.

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Mountain:

Pulls you into his arms leaving your feet off the ground as he try’s to find a place you feel most safe. Whether it’s outside or a comfortable spot in your room he’ll bring you there so it’s just you and him.

Once you’re in that certain space he’ll sit you down, and sit down next you. Than he’ll start to ask questions.

As you go on when you’re finished he’ll try and calm you down with counting, deep breathing, thinking about something to sooth yourself.

He’ll speak in a quiet and gentle tone. Not raising his voice or anything sharp in his voice to make sure not to startle you. Especially after something like that.

Gently moves his hands to your backside, trailing up and gently massaging nape of your neck or shoulders.

Wonders if there’s anything you’d like to help. If you say yes, he’ll keep you with him. Close to his side as he finds whatever item you’d like. He doesn’t want to leave you alone.

If you’d like to take a nap or go to sleep he’ll wrap you up in a blanket burrito style and spoon you from behind.

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Sodo/Dew:

Sits down with you until you feel like you’re ready to talk to him. Has you focus on your breathing and thoughts.

Let’s you hold his hand and squeeze as hard as you need to, even if it hurts a bit it’s alright to him. Rubs his thumb over your hand.

Assures you that everything is alright and that nothing is going to happen. Comforts you with his words and touch, both being soft.

Wants to know what you were afraid of. But, if you don’t want to answer the question he’ll give you space before asking after a few long minutes to compose urself.

Warms your hands with his. Cradles your face to warm you up to.

If you feel tired after your panic attack he’ll lead you to his room and lay down with you. Wrapping his arms around you so your kept warm throughout the time being.

Mumbles sweet words of affirmation in your ear or against your neck whether your sleeping or not.

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Swiss:

Once he has you in his arms he won’t let go of you. His arms wrapped around you in a protective manner as his head rests on your shoulder.

His hand combs through your hair, while his other rubs your back up and down steadily to try and stop your trembling.

Whispers to you that your safe. Holding your head against his chest, staying close to you making sure there’s nothing to harm you.

Presses one of his hands against your chest to feel your heartbeat, mumbling that you need to slow it down with deep breaths or to concentrate with what’s around you.

One you start a mechanism to relax he’ll encourage you on with small whispers of praise. Telling you to keep going, assuring you you’re doing great, still keeping your body close to him.

Moves the hair out of your face so he can see you and your eyes more clearly. He wants to understand what you’re feeling through any facial expression that you display.

Stays with you for the rest of the day/night keeping himself close to you even when you’re walking.

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Aether:

Understands what you need. Keeps his distance but doesn’t leave you. After a state of fear and panic all together he knows that being touched isn’t on everyone’s bucket list.

Asks before he touches you, wanting your permission and a confirmed answer to make sure he doesn’t startle you anymore.

If you say yes: He’ll nod and wrap his tail around your leg before scooting closer to you. If you say no: He’ll understand than try to have you concentrate on his voice.

Asks what you hear and feel around you. Asking questions every few minutes so it’s you don’t feel overwhelmed.

Offers to take a walk with you, do something you like, lay down with you, sit down, or stay where you are and let you calm down.

Gets you a cup of water or a wanted drink for your dry throat or to comfort the emotion of terror.

Goes wherever you’d like to go and relax. Watching a movie or sitting in silence together huddled up close to one another.

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Copia:

Has a small checklist in his mind for when this happens. Invites you to his room, so you’re in a quiet area, or less populated.

Asks how you feel while he lights a candle or grabs a few pillows and blankets for your own comfort. To calm your senses down.

Has you sit down or lay down on his bed, and asks what you see or observe to soothe your worries. Wants you to concentrate on all that’s around you. What you feel, hear, smell, see, what moves and what doesn’t.

While he organizes and tidy ups his room he’ll ask you questions. His attention on your bud his hands and body move on their own to have the room more clean, easier to breathe in.

As you talk he’ll nod and hum and talk to you. He’s listening and he’ll have a conversation with you if that’s what you’d like.

Once he’s finished he’ll sit down on the bed with you and give you a small hug or whatever more you could need.

Anything and everything you need and he’ll give it to you. Clothes, blankets, pillows, food, drinks, sleep, rest, time alone, him, use your words and he understands.

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I APOLOGIZE FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK. I forgot how many Ghouls I wrote… But I hope you like this <3

#alpha x reader #omega x reader #ifrit x reader #zephyr x reader #rain x reader #phantom x reader #mountain x reader #dewdrop x reader #sodo x reader #swiss x reader #aether x reader #copia x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #papa iv x reader #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #dy6 #dy6nsty

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multi-fandom-of-madness · 4 months

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Ghoul Masterlist

Ao3 Link

List of Masterlists

Any smut will have a star (*) next to it!!!

Ghoul X Ghoul

Only When It Counts* - Swiss X Aether

Wants and Needs* - Phantom X Mountain

Don't Wanna Talk About It* - Omega X Ifrit

Rained Out - Rain X Mountain

Adoration* - Swiss X Aurora

Like You Love Me* - Aether X Rain

Guiding Hands - Swiss X Dewdrop

Magic Hands* - Sunshine X Cumulus

Caught* - Rain X Dewdrop X Mountain

Steam - Rain X Dewdrop

Excuses, Excuses (Part 1)* - Phantom X Dewdrop X Mountain

Excuses, Excuses (Part 2)* - Phantom X Dewdrop X Mountain X Swiss

Tense* - Aether X Omega

Early Mornings - Mountain X Swiss

Ghoul X Reader

Sour Day - Mountain X Reader

Safe With The Enemy - Phantom X Angel!Reader

Essential Oil - Mountain X Reader

Leech - Ifrit X Reader

Step On Your Toes - Mountain X Reader X Swiss

Headcanons

Ghouls X Fallen Angel Reader

Sub!Omega X Dom-Ghoulette!Reader

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ourfatherwhoartinhell · 1 month

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Me: *daydreaming about the ghouls* Bestie: If the best thing you can say about them is "they probably wont kill me", you may want to rethink hanging out with them

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bewitched-bee · 2 months

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Masterlist

Links to all my writing! Stand alone fics/requests for each ghoul are listed first. When I say stand alone I mean mainly focused around the specific ghoul. Everything involving multiple ghouls is at the bottom! * Indicates smut Aether: One Last Night *Cockwarming *Jealousy Alpha: Comfort Dewdrop/Sodo: (I do use both, depends on my mood) *Sensory deprivation Ifrit: Feral *Overstimulation Cuddling

Ivy: *Dry humping Mountain: Season change *Size kink Cuddling Nursery Omega: *Thigh riding Watermelon crushing *Choking Chewing *Squirting

Phantom: *Breeding Rain: Swimming Swiss: *Lap dance

Aurora: (nothing yet)

Zephyr: *NSFW hc list *Breeding Cumulus: (nothing yet) Cirrus: (nothing yet) Sunshine: (nothing yet) Multiple: Birthday Swiss/Sodo *Full moon Phantom/Swiss *Double penetration Alpha/Omega

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alwaysjustmina · 6 months

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Whispers of Rain

Chapter 6: You get what you give, you reap what you sow

Note: no major warnings for this chapter, but hold onto your pants people. It's getting even more mixed up!

Thank you to @papaslittlesunshine for betaing and @kamonart as always for the beautiful art for this story! And if course @midnight-moth for listening to my depraved thoughts!

When they got back from the party, Ifrit was quick to deposit them back to their locked room without any further conversation, the lock on the door quickly being turned from the outside again. Dew swiftly sequestered himself in the bathroom, stripping the revealing garment from his body and collapsing in the shower. He needed to get the smell of Ifrit off of him, the desire so strong he practically ripped the clothes from his body. As he sat on the floor of the shower, his knees drawn to his chest, letting the scalding water caress him like a lover, finding comfort in Rain’s element, wishing it was him washing his body, promising Dew that Ifrit wouldn’t hurt him anymore.

Dew wondered if someday he would be unable to cry anymore. Would he become so numb to the pain?

Lost in his thoughts, he barely heard the light knock on the door from Eidolon asking if he was alright. Dew answered with a shrug that Eidolon couldn’t see. When he got no answer, he opened the door quietly and slipped into Dew’s self made isolation. When he heard the whimpers from Dew in the shower, he stripped down to his boxers and entered the self made oasis.

“Dew, can I help?” He asked timidly.

Dew nodded, unable to help himself at this point.

Eidolon bent down to assist Dew to his feet, helping Dew to drape his arms over his shoulders as he gripped his waist, while grabbing the body wash and washcloth from Dew.

He softly washed his body, careful of his sensitive areas, making sure to ask before he touched him in those spots. He didn’t want to be another person to violate Dew’s body. Eidolon turned Dew from him, washing his hair gently, lathering the shampoo, then the conditioner. As Eidolon’s long fingers carded through Dew’s hair he could feel his slight body sag into him the longer they stood in the shower. His body, shutting down from the anxiety, stress, torture, sleep grasping at him to escape this place. Eidolon applied ointment to the too many bites on his skin after he deposited Dew on the bed. Wrapped only in a fluffy towel, Eidolon tried to get Dew dressed, but his body had given up and just wanted under the covers. Eidolon helped him, pulling the covers up, tucking him in, brushing his hair from his face. When he went to move off the bed, Dew grabbed his wrist, his eyes shooting open in panic.

“Stay?”

Eidolon could have sworn he heard a please as well, but was already moving to the otherside of the bed, to join Dew under the covers. When he settled into the bed, Dew grabbed his hand holding it close to his side. Eidolon watched as sleep finally overtook him, watching and protecting him from whatever evil he could, even if it was just for a few hours.

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Dew slept, and in his sleep reliving memories of better times.

After his and Rain’s perfect nights by the seaside marina, they found themselves back in the middle of the tour. Stealing moments where they could. The following night after being back, before the next ritual, Dew watched Rain from a darkened corner off to the side of the stage bobbing his head to the first of two opening acts. They had a good hour, maybe an hour and a half before they needed to change and get ready for stage time. Dew smiled at him as he talked to Swiss and tapped the beat on his jeans, something Swiss said made him smile. He wondered what he said, he wished he was holding his hand, enjoying their new found normal.

Dew quickly pulled his phone from his pocket, texting him with a small smile gracing his lips.

Otter: I wish I could run my fingers through your hair right now. It looks even softer in the stage lights.

Rain felt the vibration and pulled his phone from his pocket, opening up the message. Reading the chat, Dew could see his chest rise in sharp inhalation, looking around trying to find where Dew was, when he couldn’t he texted back.

Selkie: Where are you?

Otter: Find me?

Rain didn’t notice that Swiss had slipped away to find his own amusement, Rain didn’t care.

Otter: Run your fingers through your hair, let me see how soft it is?

Rain smiled, doing as he was instructed, maybe also dragging his fingers down his throat, as he continued to look for Dew.

Otter: Fuck, baby.

Selkie: If you told me where you are, you could be doing this.

Otter: But, I want to watch you experience the pleasure of how beautiful you are.

Selkie: Dew…

Otter: You aren’t even trying to find me.

Rain disappeared further from the side of the stage into the shadows, trying to seek where Dew was standing. Stumbling in the dark, tripping over the cords and empty containers. As he got further in the recesses, he could barely see anything; it was so dark. Normally the stagehands used flashlights back this far if they had an emergency to locate something, trying to not use lights in this area while acts were in the middle of their sets. Rain didn’t want to use the flashlight on his phone either, trying to not bring attention to their hopeful trist.

His phone lit up again as a new message was sent through.

Otter: You're so warm, hot even. What is taking you so long?

Rain growled, like he was trying to not find him. He moved a few more steps, still not finding Dew.

Selkie: Dew, please, need you.

Otter: Please?

Selkie: I will be happy to beg, if you help me find you.

Dew moved silently from his spot a few feet away, shadowing Rain’s body, as his warm breath played along his neck.

“You’ll beg? This can be arranged.”

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Swiss x Dewdrop: I Would Never, Ever Hurt You

The post that started it all

Angst, hurt/comfort

I made some changes to the original idea, but the idea somewhat stayed the same.

Dewdrop is struggling with the changes of his new element and packmates.

Dewdrop hid at his sanctuary, the ministry's roof, where he could be alone and not be bothered by anyone. He had been going there almost every night ever since his elemental transition. Mountain and Aether had been treating him as if he were a ghost that they couldn't see haunting the halls of the place they once called home. It no longer felt like home since their packmates were banished to the pits and the loss of their Papa.

He felt like he had no other choice: either accept the transition or have his mates be banished...or worse. Dewdrop couldn't bring himself to finish that thought. Despite his sacrifice and weeks of agony, his mates treated him with such coldness. After he recovered, he went into the greenhouse to talk to Mountain and help out like he used to as a water ghoul. Mountain screamed at him to get out and that Dewdrop would set the place ablaze. Dewdrop burst into tears and quickly fled the greenhouse, seeking refuge in his room for the remainder of the day.

Aether also behaved differently; he wouldn't raise his voice at Dewdrop, but he acted as if Dewdrop had died and that Aether was in mourning despite Dewdrop standing next to him. As they did the dishes, he told Dewdrop that he wished Dewdrop hadn't made it and that the fire ghoul was just the shell of the one he used to love. It devastated Dewdrop. He was alive and right next to his mate, but his mate refused to believe that his mate was right there. Aether would watch the fire ghoul with such sadness and devastation that it would make a vengeful spirit weep.

The Cardinal showed kindness to the newly transitioned fire ghoul. He had been taking care of him like his packmates should. The Cardinal saw to it that Dewdrop was well-fed and that his room was kept at a cold temperature to prevent Dewdrop from overheating himself. He also insisted that Dewdrop called him 'Copia' and not by his title since "they are going to work together after all". After Dewdrop finally confided in Copia about the treatment he had been receiving from his mates, Copia berated Mountain and Aether for the treatment of their packmate, who went through weeks of agony for them.

Then the Summoning took place. Sister Imperator ordered the Cardinal to summon a new water ghoul and two air ghouls. Dewdrop watched as they summoned a water ghoul. When the water ghoul appeared, it made Dewdrop ache. The water ghoul was perfect, not a single imperfection on him. He introduced himself as 'Rain' to his future packmates. Dewdrop didn't hate Rain, but the ghoul before him unknowingly triggered a sadness of who he used to be. He used to be beautiful, and now everything he used to be was burned away. Then the air ghouletts were summoned. They were mated and protective of each other. The way they refused to leave each other's embrace made Dewdrop smile; it was sweet in a weird way to watch. They introduced each other as 'Cirius' and 'Cumulus'.

But then something unexpected happened. Out of nowhere, the portal opened again and revealed a multi-ghoul. He trailed not far behind the ghouletts, essentially hitching a ride. A multi-ghoul was extremely rare to encounter, and summoning one was even more so. Dewdrop froze as the multi-ghoul turned his gaze to him, his warm brown eyes reflecting what made Dewdrop feel vulnerable, but didn't feel threatened. The multi-ghoul introduced himself as 'Swiss' and was welcomed with open arms.

After the new arrivals settled in, Dewdrop observed from the sidelines as they interacted with Mountain and Aether, leaving the fire ghoul to himself. He got the hint that he wasn't welcome and left the den feeling dejected. Every day, Dewdrop saw how everyone interacted with one another as if they had been packmates for a long time. They treated Dewdrop as if he wasn't there or that they forgot about him. It caught the attention of Swiss. He saw how lonely the fire ghoul was and how the pack treated him. It made him furious, and from that point on, he swore to himself that he would protect Dewdrop and make sure that he felt loved.

It started as something small, such as helping Dewdrop when he was left to do the dishes. Dewdrop was silent as he cleaned a plate; his long hair hid his face. Swiss wordlessly grabbed a towel and started drying the dishes that Dewdrop had cleaned. Dewdrop turned and looked up at Swiss in surprise. Swiss turned and looked at Dewdrop before smiling at him and continued drying the dish. Dewdrop was silently thankful for his help, but didn't understand why Swiss bothered.

Since then, Swiss began to assist Dewdrop whenever possible. He wordlessly helped the smaller ghoul carry equipment, helped him with his daily tasks that would take the fire ghoul too long to complete, and included him with whatever leisurely thing the pack was doing after a long day of practice and chores. Mountain and Aether continued to distance themselves from Dewdrop, even going as far as protecting Rain from him, despite Dewdrop having no ill feelings towards the water ghoul. After weeks of neglect from Mountain and Aether, Dewdrop gave up and decided to protect his heart from being broken again.

He was so tired of being ignored and sometimes being yelled at by those who used to love him, which is why he took refuge at his sanctuary, a place where no one could hurt him. Feeling utterly defeated, Dewdrop lowered his head and hugged his knees to his chest. The ghosts of his pack plagued his broken mind and heart. He longed for Ifrit's fearless nature and tender heart, yearned for Zephyr's gentle voice and embraces, and most of all, he missed the love Mountain and Aether used to have for him. What he did for them, he did out of love, but they were too overwhelmed by grief and anger to see that.

Dewdrop was about to allow himself to cry when he felt someone behind him, causing him to gasp and turn his head to the presence. He turned and saw Swiss standing hesitantly in front of the window Dewdrop climbed through.

Swiss smiled as he spoke apologetically, "I apologize for disturbing you. I had no idea you were here. I heard that we can see the stars more clearly this time of the year, and I wanted to see them for myself." He hesitated before speaking up again. "Would it be alright if I joined you?"

Dewdrop smiled half-heartedly and patted at a spot next to him. "I wouldn't mind at all."

Swiss grinned and sat down next to the fire ghoul, barely touching him. Dewdrop avoided the multi-ghoul's gaze by looking down at the weather-worn tiles. He didn't want to be rude, but he didn't want to be close to Swiss.

Swiss must've felt Dewdrop's uneasiness, because he politely looked away to look up at the stars. He spoke in wonder, "It's so beautiful up here. You could get lost just by trying to find a single constellation." He turned to look at Dewdrop who refused to look up. "I could get lost finding you."

Dewdrop turned to look at Swiss. His expression betrayed the confusion and vulnerability he felt.

Swiss looked back at Dewdrop before continuing, "You're as bright and beautiful as the North Star."

Dewdrop blushed and looked away. "You have no idea what you're talking about." He insisted.

Swiss dared himself before moving a bit closer to him without touching him. He smiled as he spoke, "I may be new, but I've been around and I know beauty when I see it."

Dewdrop felt tempted to stand up and leave, but couldn't bring himself to, as he felt the multi-ghoul's genuineness and decided to hear him out. He barely spoke above a whisper as he spoke, "If you saw who I used to be, you wouldn't be saying that."

Swiss frowned in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Dewdrop couldn't meet his gaze and decided to look at Swiss's shoes to avoid his eyes as he spoke. "I'm not who I used to be. I used to be beautiful...like Rain." He shakily took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm not a fire-born. I used to be a water ghoul. I used to be beautiful. They decided that I wasn't good enough and that I had to meet their expectations. They took away our pack and I sacrificed myself to keep Mountain and Aether safe."

He wiped a tear away before continuing, "I gave up myself to save them and in return, they act like I died...they act like I'm not here." He sounded defeated. "They would rather mourn who I used to be rather than to accept what I've become."

Swiss hesitated before gently placing his hand on top of the smaller ghoul's. Dewdrop couldn't bring himself to pull away; he missed the gentle comfort. When Swiss saw that Dewdrop didn't reject him, he gently ran his thumb across Dewdrop's knuckles to comfort him. "You changed elements? I-I didn't think that was possible. How...did it..."

Dewdrop sounded pained as he spoke. "It was painful. I felt like I was dying and I guess a part of me did. I had no choice, I had to do it to save them. We had already lost so much and I couldn't bear to lose anyone else. I did what I had to do...and I guess they resent me for it."

Swiss was too horrified to say anything. He had a feeling that something happened that caused a shift in the pack dynamic, but he had no idea of the pain the fire ghoul went through to protect the pack. He wanted to throw punches at Mountain and Aether. How dare they treat their pack member like that after all he did for them to keep them safe? How dare they add more pain? Swiss anchored himself to not lose himself in his anger.

Dewdrop touched his neck where his gills used to be. The black lines that now adorn his neck. Swiss's eyes watered as he saw the scars he never noticed before. He wanted to kiss them away. Dewdrop saw that Swiss was looking at the scars. He shrugged nonchalantly.

"I know, it's not a pretty sight to see."

Swiss slowly raised his hand, checking to see if Dewdrop would pull away. When Dewdrop gave no indication that he objected to his touch, Swiss gently tucked Dewdrop's hair away from his face behind his ear and caressed his cheek, feeling the warmth radiating from the ghoul. He couldn't bring himself to speak above a whisper, as if he feared that if he spoke any louder, Dewdrop would vanish. "You're beautiful."

Dewdrop's expression turned into shock. He couldn't bring himself to speak.

Swiss took his silence as permission to continue. "You're as beautiful as the morning sun."

He couldn't bring himself to speak above a whisper. "Like the sun, I burn everything around me."

Swiss slowly leaned closer. "Like the sun, you shine."

Dewdrop slowly leaned in, mirroring Swiss. "Like the sun, I'm painful to look at."

Swiss leaned closer, their lips barely touching. "Like the sun, I embrace your warmth."

Dewdrop closed the remaining distance between them. A soft gasp escaped from his lips as they kissed. Swiss wrapped his arms protectively around Dewdrop, wanting nothing more than to protect his sun. Dewdrop gently cupped Swiss's face in his hands. The gentle touches felt like small suns. After a few heartbeats, they gently pulled away from their kiss to look into each other's eyes. Swiss's brown eyes started adoringly into Dewdrop's ruby reds.

He spoke softly into his ear. "My sun and stars."

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cheerycherrycandy-resurrected · 4 months

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Cling to the Light

The greatly delayed acespec ghouls fic I've been teasing for like 3 months, I'd say Enjoy but this became like 80% angst so nothing new then

Mountain and Zephyr had always known they were different from the other ghouls in the Pit so when they found each other, they clung on tight. Mountain's struggles when Zephyr is banished back to the pit, and with the new feelings he is experiencing for his pack.

Rating: M to be safe, vague allusions to sex but nothing explicit or nswf Content: grey-ace/demi mountain, asexual zephyr, dysphoria/self doubt, heats/ruts, they/them zephyr, discussion of sexual repulsion and associated dysphoria, ghouls in the Pit having unhealthy relationships with sex, character sent back to pits, Angst, hurt/comfort Words: 4782

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Mountain and Zephyr had each always known there was something different about them. Growing up in the Pit, they had been anomalies, leading solitary lives, struggling to find connection with other ghouls. In a landscape where battles were fought, allegiances won, and futures decided with sex, they had both felt that the world they had been created in wasn’t for them. When they had seen the opportunity to claw their way topside, it had been an escape to a different life, a reset.

Life on the surface was better, granted. Here they had a purpose and safety, but more importantly they had met each other. Zephyr; slight, fragile, and shy Air ghoul that they were had initially been frightened of the solemn and hulking Earth ghoul. But they had soon come to realise quite how much they had in common with each other after many evenings of retiring to bed early once activities between the other new ghouls had begun getting heated.

Ghouls naturally seek comfort and warmth in each other, and as Mountain and Zephyr became closer, they appeared to Dewdrop, Ifrit and Aether to be developing their own relationship. Monogamous ghouls weren’t unheard of in the Pit, they were certainly a lot more common than solitary ghouls. But whatever relationship the others thought was developing behind closed doors, the reality was far tamer, and yet just as exciting for the pair.

For Mountain and Zephyr, sitting together in the den then going their separate ways each evening had slowly morphed into them staying up late reading together in the comfortable silence of Zephyr’s room, and later Mountain spending the night. In truth, it had taken a long time for either of them to feel comfortable sleeping in the same bed, let alone cuddle together as they now did each night.

Zephyr was entirely repulsed by most sexual activity. They always had been, and yet the physiology of their ghoulish body still put them through the inescapable agony of heats. These times were the worst, as in addition to the physical pain they felt a strong sense of dysphoria coupled with the lingering terror from the Pits of their scent being detected and them being hunted as a conquest.

Mountain was the only ghoul they would allow to help them through it, because he understood in a way the rest of the pack could not relate to as much as they tried. For the others, heats were still painful if ignored, but were free of the emotional pain that accompanied Zephyr’s. Mountain understood, and sought to make sure Zeph always knew that no matter how their body and mind may be betraying them by behaving differently to normal, their feelings were still valid and nothing they did during these times would change anything between them. He brought them tea to try and calm their fraught nerves, and to supress the urges of the heat they hated so much.

For Mountain, he wasn’t actively repulsed by sex in the same was Zephyr was, more just apathetic. Helping Zephyr through their heats the same way a healer would assist someone through a sickness in the infirmary. Together they had figured out what Zeph felt most comfortable with, striking a balance of what their body and mind could handle.

After Mountain’s first rut topside, he would no longer let Zeph be involved. They had offered to help him through it, but even through the haze of hormones he could tell how uncomfortable it was making them, and he had fled to his bathroom to take refuge. After a few more hours of misery, he had sheepishly emerged to ask Aether for help. Now, he knows that any of his other packmates would be more than willing to help him out, and let him direct what he needs and can tolerate.

As Mountain and Zephyr’s own connection had grown, they had eventually both become more comfortable with the other ghouls in their pack. One night after a movie in the lounge, Dewdrop, in his characteristically to-the-point manner, had asked them outright why neither had ever been interested in a physical relationship with their other packmates. After explaining their own feelings as best they could, the pack had embraced this knowledge with open arms and grown even closer as a result.

Things had been a little awkward for them as a newly summoned pack from the Pit: Dew, Aether and Ifrit had never interacted with ghouls who weren’t all over each other all the time, but they had soon come to understand each other. In the Pit, both Mountain and Zephyr had felt like anomalies, but their new pack had worked hard to rectify that feeling. After a while, the three guitarists were able to playfully tease them when they would retire to bed early to drink tea and read together. They would frequently refer to them as the pack’s old married couple, safe in the knowledge that Mountain and Zephyr knew it came only from a place of love.

A year of touring the world had also helped the pack to bond. Many a post-ritual night on the bus had ended in a pile of sleepy ghouls cuddled together in the back of the bus, all too tired to fight over bunks.

Since returning, Mountain had occasionally found himself wanting to sleep with his packmates outside of his ruts. The first time he had these feelings, he had been confused. What did it mean for his special platonic bond with Zephyr?

Zeph had, of course, been wholly supportive. They would do anything to support the pack who had given them everything they could never have dreamed of having in the pit. Even if they would never feel the same way about their packmates that they felt for each other, they found other ways to show them how much they were loved.

After many moons with his pack, Mountain had reached a point where he felt comfortable initiating sex with Ifrit, Aether or Dew, and they with him. He knew that this was how they shared their love for each other, and he was overjoyed to be finally comfortable enough in his own skin around them to be able to show them how much he loved them, in their language. Mountain sometimes still felt put on the spot midway through these encounters, but his pack had become strongly attuned to his tells for when he was uncomfortable and wanted to stop, and when he genuinely wanted to continue but wasn’t taking his own pleasure from it. In these circumstances, Mountain had emphatically explained, he just wanted to make them feel good without the pressure on himself to finish.

He had described it once to Ifrit as “like brushing your teeth or something”, in an attempt to describe it as something neither overtly positive or negative, and Ifrit had almost fallen over laughing. Mountain knew better than to be offended, even when the next day Ifrit had winked at him across the dinner table and asked if he wanted to brush his teeth after eating.

The others tried to understand as best they could, even if they didn't fully get it. The same went for Zephyr. Nowadays, they knew that Mountain was never offended to be asked, and likewise they knew to never be offended to be turned down and offered an alternative pack bonding activity.

The five packmates had found so many other ways to show their love besides intimacy, sharing interests, sweet words, even just existing in proximity to each other. Zeph had introduced everyone to ceramic painting one cold winter's afternoon when they were craving closeness from their pack. Mountain had painted a vase with flowers representing all his pack, and it was unironically Aether's favourite thing in the whole world.

The pack's close bond had been shattered when Zephyr and Ifrit were sent back to the Pit. Zephyr had been deemed too old, not befitting of the Clergy's desired image of young and active ghouls. Ifrit had ruffled too many feathers, and been removed for being too outspoken in the days after Terzo was ripped offstage. The three remaining ghouls had spent their next few days glued to each others sides, their evenings spent huddled together in the den, terrified of another knock at the door and a summons for one of them.

On yet another evening like this, Mountain has his head tucked into the space between Aether’s shoulder and neck, his legs resting across Aether’s with Dew curled up tightly in both their laps, finally sleeping. Overwhelmed by fear, sadness and a desire to be as close to what was left of his pack as possible, he had pressed his lips to Aeth’s collar bone. He had needed to feel the connection to his pack, as the pain of bonds cut loose ate away at him inside and left a hollow, empty feeling. Aether had frozen, the gentle hand rubbing soothing circles into Mountain’s back pausing in its movement.

“Hey, Sapling, we don’t have to do anything, you know we love you without any of that.”

“No, I want to.” Mountain shook his head vehemently, and entwined his tail with Aether’s like a boa constrictor. “Need to feel you. Need to know you’re still here.”

Aether turned his head to place a gentle kiss to Mountain’s forehead, humming softly. As he pulled back, Mountain tilted his head up to meet swirling violet eyes. Aether’s love and loss for his pack seemed to be radiating from them behind a film of unshed tears matching Mountain’s own, sucking Mountain into their depths as though to hold him next to his very psyche. In this moment, Mountain couldn’t ever recall feeling such a strong physical pull to his packmates before and slowly leaned in towards Aether, letting him surround all his senses.

Time seemed to slow, as Mountain pressed his rough lips to Aether’s own chapped and bitten ones. It wasn’t like the many romance novels he’d read; there were no sparks. Instead, Mountain felt something far stronger and deeper, a connection more than mere physical contact. In that moment, it felt as though their souls were intertwining, twisting together as their tails did beside them. He felt the tears in his eyes finally spill over and run down his cheeks, but the hot bitterness from before was replaced with a host of new emotions he struggled to name, all condensing to one he was familiar with though: love.

As Mountain moved to deepen the kiss, he let out a breathy noise that he almost couldn’t believe came from him. He could sense Aether’s hesitation, so he pulled back to catch his eyes once more, matching tear-tracks staining his lavender-tinted cheeks.

“I love you, my Moonlight.”

“Oh Sapling…” Aether seemed just as affected as he was, pulling the arm around Mountain tighter, trying not to jostle the sleeping ghoul in their laps. This time, Aether leaned in first, moving at a glacial pace. Mountain closed his eyes, and let himself drown in the sea of emotions once more.

The pair continued to kiss as though the world around them was ending, which wasn’t too far from the truth, until Dewdrop slowly woke from his fitful sleep and smiled to himself at his packmates. He let out a sleepy chirp, and nuzzled his head deep into the warm bodies of his packmates. Mountain broke the kiss to smile down at him and move his arm to pull him securely against his body. Pressed against Aether, with Dewdrop’s comforting weight in his lap, Mountain felt more peaceful than he had since the last Ritual.

Mountain ran the tips of his fingers up Dew’s spine, counting every vertebrae as though to check he was all still there. He tangled his hand in the hair at the nape of Dewdrop’s neck and gently scratched glamoured claws along his scalp the way he knew Dew liked. The little ghoul started up a low purr in response, which must’ve been contagious as Mountain and Aether soon also began to purr in sync. Before long, the evening turned into night and the fire burned low in the hearth, but none of the three ghouls seemed to notice as they fell asleep in a pile of sleepy kisses, soft touches and sweet words.

This was just the first of many nights the trio of ghouls spent curled into each other in front of the fire or in one of their nests, the constant need to touch and know the others were there becoming more desperate over time. Mountain didn’t fully understand where this newfound desire had come from. It felt to him as though his close bond with his packmates was overflowing, that he had to let it out or it would burn him up inside.

After a few weeks, it had become clear that no one else was at imminent risk of being returned to the pit. One of the more respected Cardinals, who had long shown interest in the activities of the Ghost project, had taken over as figurehead and he appeared to have ambitious plans. Aether, Mountain and Dewdrop had already had a few rehearsals with him, trying out new songs, so it seemed their positions were safe for now.

Cardinal Copia had big plans, bigger than Terzo, even. He had announced his intentions early on to introduce live backing vocals, multiple sets of keyboards, and to hold even larger Rituals. Mountain had been sceptical, there had never been this many ghouls in the project, and what did this mean for a pack dynamic? Aether and Dew had been more keen, although Mountain suspected this was in part due to Dew’s switch to lead guitar – he was half fire ghoul after all – and the Cardinal encouraging their playful bickering, suggesting they bring their regular antics to live performances, too.

In the end, it turned out Copia was equally worried that too many new ghouls would fail to integrate into the pack if summoned simultaneously. It would seem that he had had many conversations with the previous Papas about ghoul pack dynamics, and he was keen to ensure his ghouls were as happy topside as they could be. He had even made a point of apologising for the Clergy’s actions regarding Ifrit and Zephyr, and he had seemed sincere. Plans were therefore made to stagger the summoning of new ghouls.

First, a new water ghoul was summoned. They had all agreed that a new bass player was their priority for rehearsals. The night of the next full moon, with torrential rain pounding against the windows of the Abbey, they had gathered in the summoning chambers. Cardinal Copia had spoken the required spells and incantations and a slender, cobalt-skinned water ghoul had clawed their way out of the pits. Even hunched naked on the floor, his eyes darting around in suspicion and sharp fangs bared, the ghoul had exuded a lissom gracefulness.

He was beautiful, Mountain had to admit. This was apparent to all of them, but none more so that to Dewdrop. He had immediately been fascinated by the pretty new water ghoul, the pair spending hours together down at the lake each day. A week into being topside, he was well on his way to integrating into the little pack, bonding with Aether and Mountain too. Mountain had invited him to the greenhouse one afternoon and, beneath his initially prickly exterior, the water ghoul seemed to be a sweet and somewhat shy ghoul. Mountain could however attest to overhearing much evidence to the contrary from Dewdrop’s room late at night.

Seeing how quickly and closely the two had bonded had sparked something within Mountain that felt partly like jealousy, partly still grief from losing Zephyr and Ifrit, but also something like… guilt? He understood for the first time just how much Dewdrop and Aether had lost, losing Ifrit. Mountain found himself feeling conflicted every whenever he spent time with Rain, and pulling away from physical contact with Dew and Aether again.

It didn’t take long for Aether to notice something was up, his quintessence deeply attuned to the emotions of his packmates. One evening, when Mountain had excused himself immediately after dinner, Aether had hunted him down to Zephyr’s old room to find out exactly what was bothering him.

“Mount? Can I come in?” Aether knocked gently. He was met with a non-committal grunt, so let himself in. He found Mountain curled up in one of Zeph’s old hoodies, knees tucked up inside it.

“Oh Sweetheart…” he moved to the bed to scoop Mountain into his arms. “It’s ok to still miss them, you know.”

Mountain nodded silently, letting Aether rock him gently from side to side. After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke,

“Was it even real?”

“Was what real, Sapling?”

“Everything! With Zeph… I never had the kind of relationship with them that I do now with you and Dew, but you did with Ifrit. I miss Zeph so much every day that it feels like I’m drowning, but how can I even understand how much more you and Dew must miss Ifrit when you had a real relationship with him?”

“Mountain, listen to me.” Aether tried his best to keep his voice even, even as Mountain’s words made his heart break for the ghoul.

“What you had was real, as real as any relationship I’ve ever seen. You and Zeph were two halves of a whole, you had a deeper relationship than any I could ever hope to understand. Whatever relationship you have now with me and Dew doesn’t devalue what you had with Zeph in any way. It’s different but it’s not any more special.”

Mountain sniffed, burying his face tighter into Aether’s side,

“I miss them so much, Aeth.”

“I know, Sapling.”

The pair stayed curled around each other until Mount was all cried out, and fell asleep the same way.

Next on Copia’s list of summons had been a new air ghoul. This was the summoning they were the most worried about – unlike Rain this ghoul would be a direct replacement of one of the original pack. They had discussed summoning an air ghoul last, however the ritual to summon a multi-element ghoul was by far the most complex and took the longest to prepare, so it had made more sense to summon them last instead.

The first surprise of the summoning was the appearance of a ghoulette. Only once before had the Ghost project had a ghoulette amongst their ranks: they were notoriously resistant to being summoned against their will. The second surprise had been the second ghoulette clinging to the first, a veritable stowaway. It was quickly revealed that the ghoulettes were Mates in the pit and, having heard of the topside activities of the Ministry, had made it their goal to be summoned.

Aether had initially taken the lead on welcoming the ghoulettes, sensing Mountain’s hesitation. It was impossible to ignore the similarities between the new ghoulettes and Zephyr, from their icy blonde hair to the graceful way they held themselves. However, it had soon become apparent that while they were visually similar, the ghoulettes were both very different from Zephyr and each other in personality, and Mountain had made more of an effort to bond with them. This, along with the inherent independence of the ghoulettes and Rain’s fast bond with Dew had been a blessing for Aether, it didn’t take much to see just how tired he was from his self-imposed role in charge of integrating the new pack.

Cirrus, the taller of the two ghoulettes, was outwardly the most confident. She had broken through Mountain’s barriers almost immediately, dragging him out on walks to explore the grounds of the Abbey and asking a million questions about the nature around them. While reluctant at first, Mountain quickly recognized a kindred spirit in their respect for the topside world around them. He found her presence deeply calming, and Mountain grew to consider his afternoons incomplete without them sharing tea in his greenhouse, sometimes with Rain joining them as well.

Mountain had taken longer to bond with Cumulus. While she had appeared to be the shyer of the two at first, once she realised Copia wasn’t about to send her or Cirrus back to the pit she had opened up and become more confident. Mountain was a little intimidated by the short ghoulette: she spoke a million words a minute, and was filled with an enthusiasm for the mundane that Mountain often didn’t feel up to reciprocating. The benefit of this however was her ability to pull Aether out of his shell. Mountain had no idea how she had managed it, but Cumulus’ infectious optimism was able to relax the increasingly shy and withdrawn Aether in a way no other packmate had succeeded in. Mountain had first-hand caught her, and later also Cirrus, slinking into his room late at night to help with just that.

However as the weeks passed and the newly summoned ghouls bonded more and became closer with his original packmates, Mountain found himself feeling more alone once more. He missed Zephyr’s simple comfort more now than ever, and their quiet evenings together just existing in the same space. It hurt to see the others enjoying the same closeness he so deeply mourned. It was especially clear between Dewdrop and Rain where the two seemed to orbit around each other, each on their own path but guided by tremendous forces beyond their comprehension. This time when Mountain began to withdraw again, it was Dewdrop who sought him out.

Mountain was working in the Abbey gardens, when he heard light footsteps padding his way. Looking up, he saw blond hair blowing in the breeze and Dew picking his way through the maze of flowerbeds towards him, clutching a thermos and two mugs.

“Hey Sprout.” He plopped to the ground, cross-legged next to where Mountain knelt, looking at him with his head tilted expectantly. Mountain, sensing this was more than just a casual chat, put down his trowel and also folded his long limbs into a more comfortable position. He accepted the steaming mug from Dew, inhaling the comforting scent.

“Nice to see you out here Droplet, what’s up?”

“Why are you hiding from me and Aeth?” Dewdrop was blunt and to the point, as ever. Mountain sighed into his tea as Dew tilted his head to the side, questioning.

“I’m not avoiding you-” he started, going silent again at the cut the crap look on Dew’s face. “I’m not trying to avoid you?” he suggested instead.

“You don’t even join us all for dinner anymore! Aeth’s been really struggling, and he doesn’t need to worry about you too.”

Mountain hung his head. He knew Aether had been finding the changes difficult, but he thought he’d been feeling better, he didn’t think he had been adding to his stress.

“I’m so sorry Dewbug, I’ve been trying to protect you all from me being so down all the time, and I’ve just made things worse.”

“Oh Sprout, you know you can always talk to us right?” Dew crawled towards him on his knees to wrap him in a hug. “I know how much you miss Zephyr.” Mountain leant his head down on top of Dew’s, comforted by the heat radiating from the smaller ghoul.

“How do you do it, Dew? How have you let Rain in so quickly, when Zeph and Ifrit’s rooms still smell like them and their voices still echo through the den?”

“I don’t think I ever had a choice, Mount. It’s like I was pulled to Rain by a siren’s call, like the second I saw him there in the summoning circle this door opened in my heart to let him in. I never had to think about it, it was so easy.”

“As easy as breathing, right?” sighed Mountain, pulling his arms tighter around Dew, neither noticing or caring as the damp of the grass soaked through their jeans. “That was Zeph…”

“I miss Iffie every day, but it’s not like the hole he left in my heart has gone away or healed, more that it’s grown space for another.” Dew fiddled absently with one of the rings in his ear. “The more acute pain might be healing, but there will always be a hole.”

Mountain hummed in agreement, gently rocking the pair back and forth but careful not to spill the remainders of their cooling tea.

“I am happy for you, you know” Mountain ventured after a while. “You and Rain. It’s like your souls have linked already, you’re good for each other.”

“Like you and Zeph.” Dew looked up at Mountain with wide and sincere eyes, “I saw it. You were soulmates. No one’s expecting you to ever be okay about it.”

Mountain made another noncommittal noise of affirmation. “I’m am sorry for acting so jealous though, just because I miss what you have.”

Dew shrugged, “Don’t sweat it Mount, I’d have been far worse if our positions were flipped.” He chuckled drily, before silence stretched between them again.

Mountain drained the rest of his tea and refilled it from the thermos. “Tell me about Rain, Dew? Tell me how he makes you feel, why you love him?”

“Who said anything about love?” Dew’s cheeks gained a slight coral tint, which he shook his hair to disguise.

Mountain levelled him with a look, eliciting a small giggle from Dew before he began talking.

“Well…”

That evening, once the sun had set and Mountain and Dew had finally traipsed back inside to find dry clothes and warm food, Mountain had set out to locate Aether and forcibly extract him from whatever task he was overworking himself with. He had found him in Copia’s office, going over the paperwork for the summoning request for the final new ghoul. Mountain had nodded politely at the Cardinal, grabbed Aether by the hand, and silently pulled him from the room, his tail coming up to bat the pen from his hand.

Mountain led him back to the den, tugging him through the corridors, not letting go until they reached the door to Mountain’s room. He looked back at Aether, unspoken question clear in his eyes. Aether nodded, and Mountain held the door open for Aether to enter. Mountain moved to sit in the pile of furs of his nest, and beckoned Aether to join him. He pulled Aether into his chest, gently knocking their horns together and entwining their tails.

“What’s all this about, Grasshopper?” Aether was the first to break the silence.

“You work too hard Aeth, you need a break. I’m sorry I’ve been so checked out, I promise I’ll be here for you and the pack from now on.”

“I’m fine, I just–”

Mountain cut him off with a small, chaste kiss. Aether looked up, violet eyes meeting green, and Mountain offered him a small smile in return.

“Enough, my dear Evening Primrose. We’re pack, even if I haven’t acted like it recently. But that means we share our burdens, and you’ve been carrying them all. Let me take care of you, now.”

As Mountain drifted off to sleep that night, with a purring Aether still wrapped in his arms, he felt at peace for the first time in months. He had pack who loved him, and he had purpose in loving them. The rest could follow.

With the summoning of the new ghouls, Mountain hadn’t felt the physical pull to them that he did to his existing packmates. Even now, that still grew and fluctuated day by day. However, he had come to realise that the biggest difference between these new summonings and his own was that there was no longer a feeling of wrongness. He understood that he didn’t feel that attraction right now, he possibly never would, but now he could explain things in time.

This time, he knew how deeply he was loved, and how deeply he could love, even if it wasn’t in the way that was initially expected of him. And now he understood that no new love could ever replace or invalidate his bond with Zephyr; each of his relationships with his packmates are as different as the ghouls themselves are. He will never forget Zephyr, the wounds of their banishment may never fully heal. However his love for them will always remain a fundamental truth, regardless of their separate futures or if their paths ever cross again.

And if he starts to feel something for the handsome new multighoul… well, he knows that if he leans into those feelings, his heart can only grow bigger.

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onedaughterofman · 1 year

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Ruin me (Nameless Ghoul x g/n reader)

Pairing: A nameless ghoul (any you want) x g/n reader.

Summary: He wants you to ruin him. You want him to ruin you. Together, you reach an agreement.

Tags/warning: Explicit content. +18. Mentions of rough sex, general depravity. Ghouls being demonic creatures you can find in the woods.

“Ghoul."

Your voice barely makes him look up. Sat on the bed, surrounded by silk sheets and under the dim candlelight, he appears to be far more intimidating than in the Chapel of Rituals.

Slowly, he traces his nails over the sheets. The material makes a soft noise, almost as if it was about to break apart under his touch. The ghoul has already ruined some of your best sheets with burn marks and scratches, and you’re half tempted to make him repay them somehow but you never do it. He’s an asshole and you like him for that, there’s no sense in denying it.

“Tonight’s my lucky night”, he mutters, letting smoke out of his mask, where the ventilation system is. He’s already burning, even if he hasn’t done much yet. Instead of attending your call, he relaxes, falling back against the pillows and barely lifting his hips in a clear invitation to go and ride him into oblivion.

The dark cloud of smoke manages to hit your face and he tilts his head slightly, wordlessly asking you what are you going to do about it. It’s always a fun experience to fuck him, a demon who could easily bend you over and overpower you with only one arm. He’s stronger, older and more powerful than you, there’s not a single doubt. The ghoul has been hardened by the pits of hell and this human form only serves as a subpar vessel to his true potential.

His real form, he said, is bigger, scarier, rawer than this simple body he possesses. If you behave, he’ll show it to you one day, when the Reaper comes for your body and your soul falls into the right circle of Hell.

Even if you’re simply a human, tied to physicals limitations and incredibly fragile compared to other demons, he always comes when you call for him. Maybe it’s because he likes the alcohol and little gifts you give him, or he sincerely enjoys the sex energy you feed to him. There’s no way to know what draws an infernal creature to you, but it doesn’t matter when you feel how his fingers close around your hips.

The mask stays on. It always does. It would be a sacrilege to take it off, a breach in his contract, a profane and blasphemous thing to do even in a Church of Satan. Still, he sometimes indulges in human behavior, pressing his face close to yours or grazing his mask over the skin of your neck, as if he was carefully placing kisses here and there.

Tonight, you feel his eyes locked on you, harsh stare hidden in the dark. It doesn’t matter if you can’t see his face, because you know he’s amused, looking at you like a predator waiting to pound on a distracted prey.

“Come on, jump on it already”, the Ghoul says, finally getting tired of your hesitation. “I know you won’t break”.

“I won’t,” you reply through gritted teeth. “I just don’t like seeing you so satisfied after ruining all my nice bedsheets.”

The ghoul’s chuckle is a dark, deep sound full of air. It comes from within his lungs, almost resembling a growl. Gradually, his hands travel up and down your hips and waist, nails scratching over the sensitive skin. Traces of red marks begin to form behind his ministrations, before he allows himself to sit up further.

“You can’t blame me for that,” he whispers, head tilting. The mask reflects your blown pupils and parted lips back to you. “I just enjoy nice things”.

“You like to ruin nice things, that’s it”.

Again, that deep airy laugh sounds inside his throat and chest. His fingers tighten, dark claws beginning to dig in your flesh “And so do you, so ruin me already”, it’s all he says, pulling you closer to his hips.

He’s still too arrogant, but there’s not much to do because he’s right. An infernal creature like him is probably one of the nicest things you ever had in your bed and, oh, you’d love to ruin him.

There’s no warning before you lower yourself into him, partly thankful about the fact you had already prepped a little bit some minutes ago. You’re wet enough to be able to ride him at an increasing rhythm, hips slapping against him and filling the silence of the bedroom with loud, wet sounds. At the beginning, there’s no external reaction on his body, barely a twitch of his fingers, but then the smoke begins to swirl around you, clinging to your damp skin.

The ghoul’s body is hot, warmer than any other human you have even been with. Your hands snake up, caress over his ribs until you reach his chest. The muscles are soft, plush with just a hint of the hardness underneath, and you can feel them tense up when he shifts a little bit to stare at you.

If you could see his face, what would you see? The question makes your imagination go wild with possibilities. You’re certain he’s enjoying your touch, because his big hand being placed on top of yours brings you back to reality and you stare at his mask, gaze obscured by lust and thirst. His fingers tighten and suddenly he is squeezing his own chest harder than you were before, trapping your hand between his and his muscle.

“I said to ruin me,” he complains. “Be a good little human and try your best.” His fingers release yours. This gives you the opportunity to trail both your hands up and down his chest, over his stomach and abdomen, fingernails scratching his heated skin. The contact sends goosebumps down his back, making him shiver.

The barbell piercing on his nipples reflect the flames of the candles. They are silver, small studs at either side, and your fingers immediately go up to play with one while you hold onto his shoulder with the other hand. The action makes him moan, a loud sound that reverberates into his stomach.

The metal of the piercings is cool in comparison with your tongue, too cold over your heated mouth. You suck, hard, and his fingers curl in your hair to keep your head in place. It feels good when you do it, when you softly tug on the barbells with your teeth, he admitted it a long time ago.

Increasing the speed of your hips makes him let out a small gasp, sharp fangs revealed from behind the mask. You use all of your energy to jump into him like there’s no tomorrow. Even if you’re tired and aching, you increase your riding, making his back hit the headboard a few times. When he swallows saliva, you can easily see how his muscles move and his chest heaves with every labored breath.

Good thing about this form it’s that human vessels are subjected to human limitations. Even if his resistance, strength and general stamina is superior, he can still feel pleasure and pain, he can get tired and overwhelmed just the same.

It takes time, patience and hard work from you, but when he comes all his skin and muscles tense up before relaxing. His hips still move with yours, slowly riding out his orgasms as he stares at you, arms lowering to grab your waist as if he didn’t want to let go yet.

He definitely doesn’t want to let go anytime soon. During the night, you’ll let him take over and he’ll find great pleasure in doing so, covering every little part of your skin in scratches and bruises. In the morning, there will be incontable mementos of his raw, hard desire of you.

When his chest rises and falls in a speedy motion, heaving as he struggles to find air, you allow yourself to let out a slow chuckle. “Ghoul,” you call. “I’m still not fully ruined. Be a good little creature and try your best.”

Throwing his own words back at him is a dangerous sport. Trapped between his heavy body and the mattress, you know he’ll make you swallow your statement, syllable by syllable.

Ps: Tell me which ghoul you imagined if you want to! I'm curious!

ESorry if there are mistakes or if this is not the best. I had this sitting on my drafts for a while and I finished it practically at midnight <3

#nameless ghouls #the band ghost #nameless ghoul x reader #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #fire ghoul #ifrit ghoul #aether ghost #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #ghost band x reader #ghost band fanfic #my writing #my fic

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ghuleh-recs · 9 months

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Holy Dew - a series by littlemoon-beam

He remembers crying when Lucifer's first words are repeated from this man with soft eyes."Tell me your name, Fallen."He remembers sobbing out the name The Morning Star had given him, forcing it from between his lips."Dewdrop."He remembers hearing it spoken out like a prayer, like his name held weight on the man's tongue.

Is anyone else out there sometimes flabbergasted by how beautifully written fanfiction can be?

Moon's Holy Dew series is absurdly good. It follows angel!Dew as he is cast out from heaven only to find the true meaning of unselfish love and acceptance among Lucifer and our beloved band of ghouls. It's poetic and heart wrenching but don't get me wrong--it is bursting at the seams with deliciously well-written smut.

There are so many passages that actually take my breath away that I could barely choose what quotes to include in this rec. For example:

The pangs of betrayal scream through his blood. He'd been a puppet, an actor in a play he never agreed to, held up by love fashioned into a noose, tightening around his throat a little more each day until it snuffed out his breath and sucked the Grace from his veins.

I also wanted to point out that this series touches on something that I think rings true for quite a few Ghost fans. Dew being cast out of heaven only to find love with the other ghouls directly parallels the real life experience of finding love and acceptance only once you're able to leave the church and sometimes the family who was supposed to love and accept you in the first place.

It's heavy but it's also healing (and oftentimes scorchingly hot). Please go check it out if you haven't already!

☆Please read, give kudos, leave a comment, and subscribe to the series on AO3!

#my fic recs #holy dew #littlemoon-beam #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic rec #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #dew x rain #dew x swiss #aether x dew #dew x ifrit #the band ghost #moon’s holy dew

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sageofthestarz · 1 year

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I headcanon that the reason Dew wears those skin tight sleeves is because Dews fins were burned off in his transition from a water ghoul to a fire ghoul. Physically burned away by the ritual leaving nothing but ash and cartilage powder in their wake as the little spikes the sensitive thin membrane used to be attached to crumbled away from his burning body.

The scars themselves are still very sensitive like the fins were but in a more painful sense now both emotional and physical. They burn and cause phantom pain at random times, if they’re pressed on too roughly they’ll all start feeling like they're burning all over again. Sometimes Dew sits in the bath for hours trying to get the pain to stop, when eventually one of his mates finds him, gets him dressed in loose clothes and bring him to bed with cuddles and gentle reassurances that it’ll be over soon.

He learns later on that Rain running his cool fingers over the scars helps get rid of the pain, and the gentle way he holds Dew and coos sweet things to him helps him through the mental pain as well. Aethers Quintessence helps give him what he needs to process, their cuddle sessions where he feels safe and can let go for awhile help his brain calm down enough come to start to come to terms that it’s no longer a water ghoul. Mountain brings Dew tinctures and other things to run over the scares to make them less sensitive, and fade.

They help him heal until he feels like he doesn’t need to wear only long sleeves anymore. He can finally be himself again and not feel like has to hide his flaws and scars. They help him feel happy again.

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amethyst-ghoul-backup · 1 year

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i get off work in a couple hours so y’all should send in any requests for Nameless Ghoul headcanons and/or drabbles and i’ll post them (along with some other headcanons i’ve got in my drafts) later! Or send in any other asks you have!!

and of course i have a lot of photos from the Sisters of Mercy show if anyone wants to see some of those ;)

#ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost the band #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #nameless ghouls headcanons #nameless ghouls x reader #sisters of mercy #ben christo #ifrit ghoul

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dy6nsty · 4 months

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I’m a sucker for tall readers so here you guys go!

Nameless Ghouls & Nameless Ghoulettes x TALL! Ghoul! reader

Relationship— Romantic

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Alpha

Amused by the your height. But when it came to you using him as a resting spot he had the most judging look.

Allows you to do that in more private areas but will slap your hand, shoulder, arm, or chin off of his head if you’re doing that in public.

If you tower over him when he’s talking to other people he’s subtly smirking to myself. He likes it.

Play arguing when he suddenly sees you staring down at him he looses his ability speak for a moment.

He’s a decent 5’11 — 6’0, so being taller than him is just what makes him stare at you. You’re 6’3-6’5+? Dudes not looking for a second, he’s entranced for a decade. Full on '😨' emoji.

If something taller that he can’t reach he doesn’t bother to get anything to get it down, just asks for you to grab it for him. And if you can’t he’ll start teasing you for the hell of it.

Enjoys the fact you can wrap around him completely. Just nice that he’s in his own blanket except it’s you.

Had you drape over him and after a few minutes started patting your back because he couldn’t breathe anymore.

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Omega

Likes it. Just likes to look you up and down before holding a thumbs up and a smug smile.

When he’s standing behind you he’ll stand on his tippy toes for second to see how much taller you honestly are.

If you’re the tallest in the band he just silent cheers to himself. Genuinely shows off your height to other people.

Likes to see you try on his clothes or accessories. Also likes to try on your clothes and accessories.

Stands next to you on purpose so people can see yours and his height differences.

Pulls you down to give you kisses, or if he’s standing on something. Once jumped up to give you a kiss and banged his head into yours.

Wondered what your diet was or is because… DAMN what did they feed you to get you to that height?!

Prefers to lay on you instead, you’re like a long pillow to him.

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Ifrit

Smiley ass Ghoul! Saw you and was like “Hell yeah!” New member that just happens to horrendously tall!

I’ve just seen him twirling so I think he’d enjoy you twirling him around non stop. Walks over to you so you can spin him around because it’s fun.

Likes to get piggy back rides or hugging you like a koala so he’s lifted off of the ground.

Often times clings onto you in crowds or in any case of scenario he finds himself lost. You’re basically this guys beacon sometimes.

Almost tackled you down with a surprise hug. Took you by surprise and almost went timber with him.

Laughs whenever you hit your head on a doorway as if he hasn’t had the same problem before.

Stomps his way over while playing his guitar, actively trying to kiss you on stage. At this point Terzo can’t catch a break. “Oh they’re cooperating! Never mind they’re kissing again.”

If he can’t kiss ur face he’ll kiss your knuckles/hand, or he’ll just bite your arm out of boredom if he can’t reach ur shoulder.

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Zephyr

‘😨’ x2.

Honestly wouldn’t mind being carried around by you, it seems fun to him. Piggy back, bridal style, on your shoulders, sounds amazing.

Enjoys cuddling, especially spooning and where he gets lay in between your legs with his arms wrapped around your waist.

Likes it how you tower over him from behind or when you’re in front of him. It’s just a oddly satisfying feeling. Especially if you’re holding his hand it’s comforting.

Watches you stick out on stage with your height. Finds it easy for him to find you that way.

Sometimes you scare the shit out of him when you appear out of no where. Jumped out of his seat once because of that.

Likes to have you as blanket as well. You’re just perfect to him. Probably uses you as a pillow sometimes to.

Compares shoe sizes and hand sizes subtly so you don’t notice and mumbled a small “Damn.”

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Sodo/Dewdrop

At this point he thought Satan had something against him. There’s mountain but now there’s also you. (If you’re taller than mountain he’s throwing hands with the air.)

Has you crouch down sometimes so he can rest his head or arms on the top of your head like you do to him.

He’s not complaining when it comes to spooning or cuddling. With you wrapped around him he’s an automatic heater, at the max percentage. No seriously he’ll probably give you a heat stroke.

Flails around whenever you pick him up. He just doesn’t expect it when you hold him up like a toddler.

Uses you to grab other things. Asked you to help and it ended with him standing on your back.

Back to the towering of thing. He enjoys it because it makes him feel that he has some sort of guard dog with him. But he also doesn’t enjoy it because now you look like a damn titan next to him.

Has you walk around the ministry with him because he’s honestly hoping you hit your head on a doorway so he can laugh. (He loves you tho!)

Does enjoy being held by you when he’s trying to sleep. Very nice feeling.

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Aether

Sometimes hides behind you after messing with Sodo (again, always.) So you’re some sort of barrier while they go back and forth.

You wear his clothes. It’d be rare for him to wear your clothes, hes tossed shirts in your room because he likes to see you in his stuff.

Honestly chill with you being super tall. To him it has its perks and they’re all good.

Might confuse you and mountain depending on the height different between you and mountain.

Shows you off to everyone. Standing next to you 24/7, super proud of himself.

Compares your height with everything around him. Furniture, people, buildings, items, pillows, etc.

Enjoys where you’re both hugging each other. Your head on top of his with his head against your chest.

Hugs you from your waist always. Honestly dudes proud to have a tall mate.

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Phantom

Was so curious about you. Your height, the way you were so easy to see in crowds, drew him right to you.

Stands on his tippy toes or platforms to try and reach your height. If he can’t he’ll have you come down to his height.

Still enjoys kissing/biting your neck or shoulders. Somewhat of a secret spot since no one can really see there.

Tries picking you up even though you can probably pick him up easily. Not that he’s complaining to be carried around to wherever he wants like a prince.

Makes fun of your heights but procedes to talk about on how he loves. “How’s the weather up there?” It’s so old but so funny to him.

If you rest your shoulder/arm or chin on the top of his head he’ll do the same later. Except over doing it.

Pulls you down by your collar so he can kiss you properly. Gets cocky while doing it.

You take turns with who’s the little or big spoon, all depending on whatever the both of you feel like or is most comfortable.

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Mountain

Was quite happy to have another somebody his size in the Band. Was a little stunned when he first met you.

Although it’s nice so he doesn’t have to snap his neck to look down or kiss you.

Still picks you up to kiss you as if you guys have a huge height difference. Even if you’re taller than him he picks you up.

Now there’s two massive Ghouls walking around! Uses both of ur heights to an advantage to hide things like trinkets or snacks where other Ghouls / Ghoulettes can’t reach.

Enjoys curling up with you, where you both get into a spot of cuddling around each other with arms around one another.

Giddy about having a tall boyfriend. Stands next to you so he doesn’t have to tower over anyone else or stretch his arms down to far.

An actual unstoppable duo in monkey in the middle.

Uses you as a arm/headrest which you both take part in that scheme. He rests his chin on the top of your head and you rest your arm on his shoulder.

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Rain

Couldn’t be bothered about it. He likes the height difference.

Enjoys sitting in your lap or laying down in your arms while he talks with you or completes some stuff.

You and him go back and forth playfully with teasing each other about yours and his heights.

When you tower over him? Loves that shit, leans towards you subconsciously. Pressing his back against your chest.

Likes wearing your clothes but if he sees you in his clothes he just giggles to himself out of pure happiness. Matching clothing sets maybe , but it’s either to small for you or to big on him.

Will try to get things down on his own but if he literally cannot get something down he calls you over.

If you rest your arm on his head he’ll just stare up at you and try to mimic you.

Likes to lay his head down on your chest, complete draping his body over you like a blanket as he clings onto you.

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Swiss

Let out an audible gasp when he saw you. Teasing your non stop about being tall. Nicknames, jokes, anything and EVERYTHING.

Your height does not stop him from running across the stage to come over and try to bite your shoulder.

Jumps onto you for a hug. Comes running at you full speed with his arms completely open.

Skips around with you following around since you look like you could rock somebody in an instant.

Uses you like a blanket. Laying down? Not anymore because he’s sliding underneath you despite the fact he’ll be suffocated. But that’s okay to him!

Dirty jokes left and right. UP AND DOWN EVEN. “You’re pretty long, right?” Asked that with a dumbass look on his face.

Admires your hand and fingers. Moves them around until you notice the motions are the opposite of family friendly. Family making is a better phrase.

Makes stupid jokes like: “Why go to France when we have the Eiffel tower right here?” or “Who made you? Two damn trees from the forest? Or maybe even three I don’t know what trees enjoy.”

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Cumulus

HEART EYESSS. “So this is love….” Giggling and kicking her feet when she remembers you are so tall.

Kisses your hands, knuckles, arms, thighs, or anywhere she can grasp / reach!

But if you wanna lift her up so you can kiss her she’s giving you one passionate smooch. Pucker up buttercup. (I’ve been waiting so that for so long.)

Likes to switch masks with you every so often! But makes sure to leave lipstick stains before giving it back <3

Likes it when you come up to her platform. (That is if you can.) If not she’ll blow air kisses and small waves!

Pick her up and give her that princess treatment! Or even better: Queen treatment. (I love cumulus guys.)

Honestly wonders what you see up there compared to her world view. Like? The hell do you see, do you see in 0.5 vision?

Grabs onto your tail or arm to have you guide her around crowded areas / halls. Also enjoys to be the little spoon with you.

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Cirrus

She’s actually coming for your ass. (LITERALLY.) You’re gonna want eyes on the back of your head.

Clings on to you. Hug her from behind, front, side ways, either way she’ll cling onto you with a happy ass smile.

Piggy back rides will by far be her favorite.

Being around you gives her a confidence boost. Strolling around both you right by her side.

Pro at stealing and wearing ur clothes. Casually strolls around with something of urs on. Shirt, sweatshirt, hoodie, tanktop, sock, boxers, quite literally anything.

You leaning on a doorway? GOOD LORDDDDDD. She’s staring up at you with some outrageous thoughts goin’ through her mind.

Wanted you to dress up as a christmas tree for christmas holiday times. If you didn’t do that she did give you a tree headband.

Doesn’t really care on how you cuddle, all she cares is that she gets to hug you and you hug her.

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Sunshine

Not up for discussion she sees you and she’s tackling you unless you manage to catch her in your arms.

Likes to sit in your lap or on your while ranting about her day or any details that happened anywhere shes gone.

Casually says some of the most dirtiest jokes around you. Wide vocabulary to words that describe ur body.

Wears your closet whenever and wherever she can. Your clothes are genuinely comfy man. Rocking the duo of a top of yours + some boxers.

Likes kissing some of your stuff with lipstick, especially you^^

Laughed so hard when you hit your head pn a ceiling fan. Had to think about what just happened while catching her breath.

Eventually just decided that spooning was a good cuddling position since her bed was to small for you, and no one wants their dogs poking out.

Absolutley loving forehead kisses. Aswell as standing on your shoes so she can give you a sweet kiss.

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Aurora

Adores hour height.

Likes the dynamic you have: One of the tallest in the band, and shes the shortest / one of the shortest in the band! (I forgot.)

Big on physical touch. Holding hands, having you lift her up so she can kiss and hug you, resting your head on the top of hers, subtle hand on her waist, tail wrapped around her, she’s living the dream for it.

Dance with her. Twirl her around, keep her close, lift her up, she loves to dance with you ^^

Not ashamed to say she likes when you’re completely huddled around her like a protective blanket. She is in love it.

Gets flustered whenever you lean / tower over you. Awkwardly staring back up at you with widest of eyes.

Likes to have you carry her around while you walk around area to area. Pretends to sleep sometimes so you’ll carry her back to bed.

Whether you wear her marks or its the other way around she feels automatically prideful.

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Mist

Stares at you but is not willing enough to crane her neck every single time she wants to look at you. “Bend over.” Doest realize how that sounds.

Tends to lower you down to her height so she can talk to your or give you a small kiss.

Whenever she feels you behind her, whether you’re looking over her or at her she’ll look up at you with a confused look.

Loosing self respect if you lean on anything and look down at her. Now she means BEND OVER.

Calls you legs or lurch. If you rest your elbow on her head or shoulder she’s immediately throwing it out there. “Alright legs, we got many surfaces but I am not one them.”

Lowkey chill about it though. She almost gets a portable elevator for whenever she needs something.

The third musketeer who likes you as a pillow. It’s just comfortable that she can come back and lay her head down on you.

Likes when you wrap your arms and tail around her, laying your head on her chest. From your height and size she feels safe.

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how long did this take me exactly? good question.

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