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[terzosbignaturals]

I think phantom is a brat and someone should fist him about it :]

[terzosbignaturals]

Why do I never send you prompts? Time to remedy that.

How about some good old fashioned cockwarming? Featuring needy bottom Swiss?

Or, alternatively: someone should really eat Swiss out until he cries.

Comet, darling, did you really think I wouldn't do both?

Rain is feeling extra mean today.

Poor Swiss.

:)

(BEHOLD THE RETURN OF THE SWUSSY)

"I'm hungry," Rain had complained, slouching over the back of the common room couch with his chin hooked on Swiss's shoulder. He'd chuckled and given Rain's hair an affectionate tousle.

"Any particular reason you're telling me this and not the fridge?" Swiss had flipped the page of his magazine. "Last I checked that's where the food lives." Rain had made a sound of amusement, a low hum in the back of his throat.

"Who said anything about food?" He'd pressed a deceptively chaste kiss just behind Swiss's ear, and all of a sudden his reading material wasn't quite so interesting. Especially not when Rain's hand had started travelling down his chest. "I'm in the mood for something much more satisfying."

Rain had thumbed over a nipple, and Swiss had needed exactly zero further convincing to slide from the couch and into Rain's bedroom, already shucking his shirt and working on his belt before they'd even gotten the door shut.

It's been over an hour now, and Swiss has begun to regret his enthusiasm.

Rain has him laid out on soft sheets, every inch of his heated skin alight with sensation. The other ghoul had spent so long working him over, fingers and fangs pressing into his flesh hard enough to leave wonderful purple marks behind. They litter his throat, his chest, his stomach and inner thighs. Rain was slow and relentless about it, not giving Swiss so much as a moment's reprieve before he was sucking another stinging bruise into tender flesh. By the time Rain had finally settled between his quivering thighs Swiss was already panting.

The first swipe of Rain's tongue, a slow lick placed just above the swollen length of his clit, had Swiss arching off the bed with a moan so whorish it had left him blushing.

Rain is good at this. Too good, actually. He knows Swiss's body better than anyone - knows just where to touch, lick and suck to get him writhing. Knows exactly what to do to get him to the edge and keep him there, Swiss teetering on a rapidly rising precipice that Rain refused to let him fall from.

It's agony. Sweet, delicious, maddening agony.

Rain's torment hasn't ceased for a second, the other ghoul lapping so very lazily at his too-sensitive folds. Swiss lost his words a while ago, reduced to nothing but breathy moans and reedy whimpers whenever the pair of slender fingers inside him crook just so. Rain laves at his wet flesh like a man starved, suckling at dusky lips and running his tongue everywhere that wasn't where Swiss needed it most. His clit aches, red and throbbing from having gone utterly untouched since all of this started. The fingers inside him are complimented by a thumb pressed to his tight rim, the tip stroking featherlight through his copious slick. He can feel it soaking into the sheets too, cool against his burning skin every time he wriggles his hips. Tries to get away.

Rain refuses to let him.

He's caught in limbo; drowning in waves pleasure that never crest, a constant build up with no resolution, no relief. Rain has him pinned with nothing but that fucking mouth of his, groaning against Swiss's cunt with no predictability just to hear him suck air through clenched teeth. His other hand is busy abusing Swiss's chest, tugging and flicking each of his nipples in turn with the same lazy pace as his tongue. Swiss shudders when Rain twists his wrist just so, hitting something that has him seeing stars and drooling through a broken moan. He forces himself to breathe deep, balling his fists in the sheets; he'd grabbed at Rain's hair exactly one time, and the resulting snap of fangs far too close to his clit encouraged him not to do it again.

He's so desperate he might anyway.

Swiss swallows hard, tongue too heavy, too thick for the words in his throat to make it out. He fights his trembling muscles to lift his head, the world swimming as he struggles to do anything but moan and twitch under Rain's torturous ministrations. When he finally manages to shake the haze, just enough to bring the room into focus, he sees nothing but Rain.

He's watching Swiss like a hawk, sharp cerulean eyes fixed on his overtly pained face. Rain's soft curls are stuck to his forehead and temples, the uneven splash of freckles over the bridge of his nose so much more obvious against his flushed cheeks. He looks entirely too relaxed for how long they've been at this, hips subtly rutting against the mattress as he works Swiss down to nothing but atoms.

Swiss tries to speak, he really does, but all that comes out is a slurred repetition of Rain, Rain, Rain. The other ghoul gives him a wide, rough lick that has Swiss gasping before pulling back; he's soaked from the nose down in slick, chin shiny with it, and the sight makes Swiss's stomach burn. He clenches hard around the digits invading him with a pitiful squeak. Rain chuckles.

"Do you have something to say, princess?" His voice is rough and gravelly, pure sex. He licks his lips and Swiss whimpers, chewing his own fang-bruised lip. Rain blows a stream of cool air over his clit and Swiss arches so hard his back pops.

"Rain," he finally manages to rasp, struggling to do anything but moan as Rain starts fucking his fingers in deeper. Pressing the tip of that wandering thumb against his hole just hard enough to make it wink. Swiss can't keep his hands to himself any longer, bringing one up to paw feebly at the arm on his chest. It's like his bones are made of jelly. Mercifully, Rain doesn't bite at him for it. "Rain- Rainy, please -"

It's barely a whisper, one that melts into a pathetic whine when Rain presses the very tip of his thumb into Swiss's ass. Just enough to sting. He can feel heat prickling at the backs of his eyes and Swiss prays he can hold in the tears. He groans loud and low when Rain swirls his fingers against that one special spot, ratcheting him closer still. But it's not enough and they both know it. Rain gives him a crooked little smile, grinding a bit more obviously against the bed.

"Please what?" He sounds almost bored, seemingly oblivious to the way Swiss's thighs are practically vibrating against his shoulders. He watches for a beat while Swiss tries to remember how words work.

Rain's fingers are doing a marvelous job of making his brain leak out his ears. His heart dances in his chest, threatening to crash right through his ribcage. Rain gives him an annoyed look.

"I'm going to be upset if you interrupted my lunch for no reason."

Swiss is definitely going to cry. He can feel it, a wave of overwhelm that hits him square in the gut and between the eyes.

He's not like Rain or Dew when it comes to this sort of treatment. Swiss loves the teasing, to be certain, but after a certain point it becomes too much. Just on the wrong side of pleasurable.

That's why Rain insists on treating him this way from time to time - for this exact moment, the one where all words die and the pain and suffering etched into Swiss's face and taut muscles become too much to ignore. Rain must see it now; the edges of his expression soften, even though his gaze remains dark and heavy. He rolls his eyes.

"Already?" Swiss bites his lip hard enough to sting, nodding once. Rain sighs. "But I'm not done eating."

Swiss chokes on a sob, clenching again and cringing at the wet noise his cunt makes around Rain's fingers. He grips the hand on his chest for dear life, and at long last Rain takes mercy. Swiss sags into the mattress when that hand withdraws, the other ghoul holding up his slicked fingers for Swiss to see. They shine in the light and Swiss throbs at the sight. All at once, his words pour out in a confused pile.

"Rain, please, please - you - I - fuck, Rainy I need to, I - I can't, please, you -" With nothing inside him the pleasure starts to recede, and Swiss feels something frantic settling into his chest. "Please make me, please."

He needs Rain to make him cum. If he doesn't, Swiss will surely lose his mind. His breath hitches, a tight wheeze, and Rain shushes him. Caresses his thigh with deceptive gentleness. Swiss's head spins as he throbs again.

Rain disentangles their hands and Swiss nearly panicks at the lack of contact, but it only lasts long enough for the other ghoul to straighten up. Swiss's eyes catch on his cock, flushed and heavy, for just a moment before Rain leans over him, bracketing him with those long arms and catching him in a deep, full kiss.

Swiss sobs into it, immediately getting his hands on Rain's face and holding on for dear life while he tastes nothing but himself. He's shaking like a leaf, twitchy and pleasure-drunk. Rain's dripping length bumps his thigh and Swiss gasps as best he can. Rain pulls back to give him an entirely too sympathetic look.

"Alright," he sighs, resigned, "let me give you what you need."

Swiss tries to cling when Rain moves, but he's too weak. Too fucked out to do anything but quiver and pant. The other ghoul settles next to him, giving his cock a luxurious stroke. Swiss can't take his glassy eyes off of it. He's sure he must be drooling again.

"On your side."

Swiss blinks. On his side? What on his side? Rain rolls his eyes.

"Making me do all the work, as always."

Swiss yelps when Rain wraps a surprisingly strong arm around him, hauling him onto his side until they're back to chest. Rain feels cool and solid behind him, and it soothes some of the insanity scratching at his skull. He reaches back and grabs at Rain's hip, desperate to feel even remotely grounded. It helps a little - until Rain's hand hooks under his knee and pulls, lifting Swiss's dead weight leg and holding him wide open. The cool air against his drenched, aching cunt is a shock that has Swiss choking on his inhale.

Then Rain's blunt head bumps against his entrance and Swiss's whole body flinches at the feeling.

"R-Rain, wait, wait, you - oh no -" Swiss's eyes roll back as Rain drags the head though his folds, lighting up every single frayed nerve between his legs. He's never been so over- and under-stimulated at the same time. His mind begs him to get away even as his body screams for release, and at this point he'll do anything to get it.

"Stay still," Rain spits, hooking his chin over Swiss's shoulder. "Stop squirming, it's irritating."

Swiss tries, but he can't help the way every muscle dances beneath his skin. Threaded with tension and anticipation, tighter that the hole Rain was about to fill. He stills himself as best he can. Takes a deep breath. Focuses on the familiar press of Rain's lean torso against his back. It's not perfect stillness, but Rain's pleased growl flows into his ear regardless.

"Good boy."

Rain rocks his hips and sinks into Swiss's hungry cunt in one excruciating slide. Swiss doesn't register his throaty screams until Rain starts kissing his ear, making soft shushing sounds. A tiny crack in his visage of cruelty. He knows perfectly well how far he's pushed today, how much he still expects. He can spare Swiss a moment of kindness in his fragile state. His other arm snakes beneath Swiss's body, holding him close as he bottoms out.

Something in Swiss cracks then, and at long last the tears fall. He's too busy gasping at the intensity of the stretch to sob, simply letting them fall in hot streaks down hotter cheeks. Rain licks one away and huffs out a soft laugh, that little spark of kindness gone in a flash.

"I was wondering how long it would take for you to break," he murmurs, that disaffected tone back in full force despite the way Swiss can feel him twitching deep inside.

Everything hurts in a way he can't describe, deep pressure and searing heat. It's all built up at the apex of his thighs, and if Swiss had two brain cells to spare he'd already be working himself over. But he doesn't, and Rain wouldn't allow it anyway.

It takes him actual minutes to realize that Rain is just...sitting inside him. No movement aside from the pulses, the twitches. Swiss cants his hips but he has no leverage. Rain is as deep as he can go, and seems content to stay put. Swiss feels like he's dying.

"Move," he pleads, so much need forced into the one single word. "Rainy, you gotta -"

"Shh," Rain's free hand gives Swiss's nipple a sharp flick that he can barely even react to. His body doesn't seem to know what's where anymore. "You'll take what I give you. Besides," his hand travels slowly south and Swiss's soft sobs turn to hiccups of anticipation, "I'm giving you exactly what you need."

Rain's finger, callused but gentle, finally skates over the short length of his clit and Swiss yelps, trying to curl in on himself. He's never felt anything so intense, so visceral. Rain repeats the move over an over, sharp shocks of pained pleasure wracking Swiss's body until he's openly weeping, babbling Rain's name like a mantra. At length the rawness fades, the pain melts into all things good and Swiss's babbling turns to pure desperation. Into frail cries of more, more, more, while Rain's single skilled digit teases him.

"Needy whore," he breathes, licking at the shell of Swiss's ear. His hand shifts, Rain taking his stiff clit between two fingers and giving it a slow stroke. Relishing the way the hood slides over the swollen flesh. Swiss clenches so tightly that Rain can't help the groan it pulls from him.

"You're gonna cum for me, just like this," he informs Swiss, keeping a slow, steady pace to his strokes. His hips remain impossibly still, slotted inside Swiss like he belongs there, not offering more than a sense of fullness. The way Rain jerks him is shiver-inducing, but...

"Rain, I - faster, please, or move or - fuck, please, I gotta cum, I need to, for you -"

"Then you will," Rain mutters, "just like this. You cum on my cock or not at all. Understood?"

The pace is glacial and Swiss truly doesn't know if he can. For as good as it feels, for as much as this has all been too much and not enough, the threat of not cumming is enough to drag a fresh wave of overwhelmed tears from Swiss's burning eyes. He brings a shaky hand to rest on Rain's forearm, feeling the way the muscles shift. He says the only words he can find, voice small.

"Yes sir."

Rain's cock throbs so hard Swiss sees stars.

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Comet~

how do you feel about shy rain getting fucked by one of the ghouls on the altar in front of everyone During mass, Being Super loud, his moans echoing?

everyone seeing him wet and can even heard the sounds of one of the ghouls cock thrusting in and out of him as he moans and whimpers.

Which of the ghouls would be gentle or rough with him during this time?

One wet, loud, water ghoul and some vague ritual shenanigans under the cut.

Full-moon lunar eclipse rituals are rare. Important. Powerful. Necessary. It's a mantra Rain's been repeating to himself since his wrists were strapped into the altar. Since the chapel filled with siblings and cardinals, and ghouls. Since the entire clergy filled the room to see him--naked and bound--splayed across the white marble altar. Since Swiss stepped between his legs and found him already dripping. Slick pooling on the stone. Full moonlight casts through the towering stained glass windows. They color Rain's skin a kaleidoscope of reds and oranges and purples. Rain clenches his fists above his head, he closes his eyes. His lithe body is stretched out, wrists crossed above his head. Torso pulled tight as Swiss presses upward with the three fingers he has buried inside of Rain. Rain's back bows off of the marble, head tipping back, elongating the elegant line of his body. The top of Rain's head presses against the stone. His eyes latch onto the nearest window. The scene of Lucifer's descent into hell is portrayed in reds and blues. The long line of the archangel's body bowed the same way Rain's is. Swiss grabs his hips and drags him further down the altar, until he feels the strain in his shoulders. There's a murmur through the congregation. Rain pins his gaze to the ceiling. He tries not to think about the eyes on him. It doesn't work. He can hear them shifting in their seats.

Swiss pulls his fingers from the slick clutch of Rain's body and there's a gasp that rolls through the room as the slick on Swiss' fingers glistens in the moonlight. The sound makes Rain's cock kick against his stomach.

He blushes darker. He turns his face to the side--away from the congregation in an attempt to hide the color in his cheeks.

Swiss grabs him by the jaw, he twists Rain's head back to center. "None of that, lilypad," he whispers low enough that only the two of them can hear. "They already know how much you love it." Swiss smears his slick fingers over Rain's cheek, down his jaw and neck. Rain blinks up at Swiss, he licks his lips. He wants to say--something--but he isn't even sure what. To deny it? What's the point of that? To ask for more? He can't bring himself to. Swiss grins down at him, predatory. He runs his hand down the length of Rain's body as he fits himself between Rain's legs. "You're dripping all over the floor," Swiss says, his tone a little too matter-of-fact given the situation. The noise Rain makes is gut-punched. He closes his eyes.

Swiss doesn't waste any more time. He holds Rain's thighs open, and presses the head of his cock against Rain's fluttering hole. He presses in with no resistance.

Swiss is right. Rain can feel how wet he is, can feel the way slick runs down his ass crack. And when Swiss pushes in he can hear it. He longs for use of his arms, just to be able to cover his eyes. Just to feel one ounce of privacy as his body betrays him. Swiss pulls out slowly, hot and heavy. the noise it makes echoes through the chapel. The squelch of Rain’s body trying to keep Swiss inside. Swiss groans low and unashamed.

When he pushes back in, pressing tight against Rain’s prostate, Rain moans too. He can’t help it. Satanas he wishes he could. But as Swiss’ thrusts pick up pace, so do Rain’s noises. Swiss digs bruises into Rain’s thighs as he fucks him in earnest. The acoustics in the room perfect to bounce the sounds back to him. Swiss’ low groans, Rain’s high pitched whines. The slick sound of each of Swiss’ thrusts.

Rain turns his head, finally, to look out over the congregation. His eyes are heavy lidded. He’s met with hundreds of wide-eyed stares. The rest of the pack stands at the back of the room, in shadow. Rain locks eyes with a sibling in the front row. Their jaw is slack, lips slick. The hand slipping up their thigh isn’t there. Swiss’ rhythm starts to falter, everything gets louder, more desperate. The sound of their hips smacking together echoes off of the old stone walls. Rain keens at a rough thrust.

Swiss, finally, wraps his fingers around Rain’s neglected cock. Flushed dark purple, precum sliding down the plane of his stomach. Rain thrusts up into his hand, unable to stop it now.

“You know the rules, Raincloud. Together, or you stay up here,” Swiss pants. Rain nods desperately.

He tries to cum at the same time as Swiss, he really does. He feels his orgasm uncurl in his stomach and he tries to grab hold of it. He turns his head to look at the congregation again thinking it might help stave it off, it’s a mistake. The sea of moonlight faces, upturned towards him, rockets him straight into his orgasm before he has a chance to stop it. He cums all over his chest, his stomach, Swiss’ fingers.

Swiss comes a handful of seconds later, roaring with it, hips slamming into Rain’s as he spends himself deep in Rain’s ass.

Swiss pulls out and tucks himself back into his pants. “Almost.”

Rain can’t help but think Swiss doesn’t sound particularly upset about it. He feels a twinge of disappointment in his chest underneath all of the lingering pleasure. He’d cum too soon. He’d messed up the ritual.  Movement at the back of the chapel catches his eye. It’s Aether, pushing off of the wall and striding down the aisle. He and Swiss share a look as they pass each other.

“Got him warmed up for you,” Swiss grins.

Aether laughs, he pins Rain with his gaze. Rain’s cock kicks where it’s gone soft against his hip.

If Rain’s lucky, it’s going to be a long night.

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ministry breeding program swiss?

:)

Swiss prefers to have his cock milked rather than breeding into a dummy ghoul.

He likes to lay down on a comfy nest made by the tease, and lets his handler secure the toy over his cock. It looks like a fleshlight, and certainly feels like one to Swiss, but it has a tube running off of it to collect his come once it's available.

For his teases, he prefers male ghouls if he can get one. Preferably Rain. He's just... So wet. It really gets Swiss going when he sees how Rain squirts just from external stimulation by his handler, Cirrus.

Cirrus dons a pair of black latex gloves, tight to her skin. Makes a show of running her fingers through Rain's folds, then withdrawing and rubbing her forefinger and thumb together while humming in thought at the sight of the slick coating her fingers.

While Swiss watches, his hips thrust of their own accord, the toy around his cock squeezing and releasing at a tempo that he chose. It's been lubricated so much that it feels like Rain.

Rain mewls, keeps dropping his front half of his body and lifting his hips, his tail twitching high in the air, a clear sign of 'Mate me NOW.' but Swiss can't do anything about it. They're seperared by a clear acrylic half-wall, put in place to stop any ghouls from pouncing on their teases.

Swiss knows it's affecting Cirrus too. She's a strict handler, but Belial, Rain's scent permeates every inch of the room, along with the sounds of his insistent whimpers and whines. He watches as Cirrus grasps the bulge of her strap in her trouser leg, readjusts it a little. He sees her nose twitching, the flush she gets on her neck when she's aroused.

When Cirrus kneels to spread Rain with her fingers, this only encourages Swiss. He humps the air harder while staring at rain's hole, the way that it clenches and releases around nothing. Cirrus gently tickles his clit with the pad of her index finger, chuckling at the way he immediately squirts out more thick slick with a wanton whine.

The thing that really gets Swiss going, and he didn't realise that they were going to do this, is when another handler brings a large syringe full of come out to Cirrus. Was that his come? Aether's? Aurora's? What was Cirrus going to do with it?

Oh.

That's what she was going to do with it.

She kneels by Rain again, parts his lips with two fingers, and then slowly eases the syringe into him. Rain's sobbing with pleasure. It isn't even a toy, but just to be filled is enough for him.

Swiss is grinding into the nest at this point, up on his forearms and groaning through clenched teeth as Cirrus situates the syringe in Rain, then slowly presses down on the plunger.

Rain cries out in relief, his own hips jerking as the fresh ghoul come is implanted directly into his hungry womb. Slowly, his belly swells with the volume of it.

That's what tips Swiss over the edge. He grinds desperately, pressing a button on a nearby remote to speed up the clenching of the toy. His handler stands ready, waiting for the signs of his knot swelling.

It's the sight of Cirrus removing the syringe, followed by a big spurt of come dripping out of Rain, that pops his knot. His handler kneels and presses the toy down onto it, making Swiss grit his teeth. Soon after, his come starts flowing through the tubing, his eyes half lidded as he watches Cirrus press a plug into Rain.

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Yes I'm still doing kinktober shut up about it

Anyways kinksomethingwhatever.

Day 29. Masterbation

Rain x aether

Basically 1.2k of rain trying to get off in aethers bed and gets caught.

Other warnings: trans rain and some feminine terms used for him. Spit, Degradation, voyerism, I had way too much fun with this one.

Thanks to @divine-misfortune as usual for helping me this as weird as possible as is the case with most of my writing. Stares intently at the docs folder

have fun

The heavy steam surrounded aether like a fog as he exited the bathroom. He mindlessly toweled off his hair as droplets of water ran down his chest. His sweatpants hung haphazardly low, lazily thrown on after his shower.

Aether was tired. He could barely keep his eyes open enough to get in the shower after the long day. The hot water running over his body only served to relax him more.

He yawned as he gave his hair a last shake with the towel, throwing it to the side as he bumped open the bathroom door with his hip.

“Aether please I-“ a muffled whimper came from aethers bed.

Aether almost passed out when he looked up.

Rain laid on his bed spread out before him as if he wanted to be presenting himself to aether. One leg hung off the bed while the other stayed bent and hiked up to give better access for his fingers that desperately pumped in and out of himself. A sheer black robe accented his body, draped below him to frame his lithe body.

His face was scrunched up in frustration, not able to please himself the way he knows aether can. His fingers are too small and thin, only able to get so close without being able to tip himself over the edge.

The whines were barely intelligible from where rains hand stayed glued to his mouth to try and muffle his pathetic sounds like he didn’t want aether to hear him despite touching himself in his bed.

The worst part to aether is he can’t even see the way he’s touching himself with the skimpy plain black panties that he still had on, a cute little black bow on the hemline. It’s hard not to completely gawk at the situation, because even though aether can’t see rain, he can absolutely hear him. An obscene slick sound fills the room, almost covering the noises rain makes. Aether can hear how fast he’s going, how close he is, he sounds completely soaked and he wouldn’t be surprised if rain has left a wet spot on his bed at this point. The movements lose their rhythm and rains hips jerk off the bed, thrusting into his own hand under his own desperate touch, a quiet sob leaves his lips.

Rain can’t cum like this, so close but he doesn’t have what he needs, what he hoped he would get by coming into aethers room.

Honestly Rain isn't sure what steps he took to get here, he remembers trying the outfit on, rolling those thigh highs up slowly, staring at himself in the mirror as he admired himself and way that sheer black robe swayed and accented his frame. He remembers the sudden spark in his gut, watching his claws drag along the seams on his inner leg.

For once just, he on his own isn't enough, his brain feels so clouded.

He wants, needs, to feel the risk, wanted to see if he could get away with it and have aether be none the wiser. His brain drifted from his usual train of thought, mentally degrading himself for being such a fucking whore, to the thought of aether. His smell drowns him and his eyes fall shut, fingers curling in and out in and out....his digits are long and thin, the pads rough, and seem to find the right place so easily but they don't stretch him. Two fingers is nothing compared to aethers, they're thick and scissor him open effortlessly.

Aether debates whether or not to interrupt him. To let him have his fun, put on his little show in *his* bed, or to say something, get involved and tell him exactly how to do it since he wanted to show off for him.

Just a little clearing of his throat that makes rain jump and pull his hand out of his panties immediately.

“ aether I-“ rain squeaks out.

“Oh I didn't tell you to stop”

Rain stares at him dumbly for a second, waiting for aether to say something else or to walk over and fuck him himself.

“ continue“ aether prompts. He sounds annoyed, like his instruction shouldve been obvious.

“I need your help, I can’t do it like you do it” rain whines

“You’re the slut who wanted to fuck himself in my bed. If you’re going to waste my time you’re going to at least give me a show while you do it”

Rain shuts up almost immediately, tentatively sticking his hand back down into his panties.

Aether sighs, almost frustrated “take them off”

“What?”

“Take them off, I want you to show off for me, isn’t that what you want since you tried to touch yourself in my room without me knowing?”

Rain moves slowly, just a bit more embarrassed by the situation than he usually would be. His entire face is flushed as he pulls his thighs tightly together, dragging the soaked fabric down his legs.

He reinserts his fingers, sinking them in easily between his thighs that are still pulled together around his hand.

His thighs are quickly shoved apart

Aether seems so ever impatient, still tired from earlier and wanting to go to bed after his shower. Rain can’t make his gaze has aether holds his legs open and stares at how exposed he is. Wet spot beneath him, thighs shiny, rain feels dirty

A rough hand grabs rains, aether spitting onto his slick covered fingers like the act is charitable. He feels like a sexual deviant, like a cheap whore.

“That’s all the help you’re getting, be grateful” aether growls.

A small noise escapes rains lips as he does what he’s told. He can hardly fucking see with how turned on and embarrassed he is but he slips his hand back down anyways, his legs still being held open.

He’s slow with his movements at first, the degrading thought of having to fuck himself with aethers spit being more arousing than he would care to admit. He feels oddly small, shy, under aethers gaze. usually he's bold, sultry, composed but something about this makes him feel shameful, caught like some fucking pervert in Aether's bed.

“Speed up for me baby, know you can get deeper than that”

“Aether, can’t, need more”

“Then that’s just too bad princess. You’ll continue until you fucking finish” aethers arms flex with his grip on rains thighs.

He likes watching the muscles in his arms, a reminder that aether is strong. Stronger than him. He could just break him if he wasn't careful.

The thought makes him worse, burns his body, pushes him headfirst into desperation.

Aethers fingers dig into his thighs, they threaten to bruise him when he thinks of defying him, of hiding the show he owes him. That doesn't change the fact he tries to pull his knees back together still, maybe it's the embarrassment or maybe it's the need to feel them press harder.

Aether hisses at him, reels back, and slaps his inner thigh fairly hard. He knows aether can hit harder though, this was his one and only warning.

He knows there will be a big red handprint there and it makes him clench around his fingers.

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comet ffkdjf lpleASE aether and mountain helping rain through his first heat and he's all shaky and wet plEASE can you elaborate

So I know you sent me this like more than six months ago, but I was thinking about it again and uhhhhhhh. 2.2k words based on this post about Rain's first heat topside. Wet boy Rain. Anal Fingering. Double Penetration. Heat stuff. Rain and the Big Boys. This one's got it ALL.

Rain’s pretty sure he’s dying. Between the fevered haze in his brain, and the ache in all of his muscles, and the incessant lurching of his lower belly he’s sure this is the end. Some awful sickness he caught from one of the humans that is going to end him. 

The moon tells him otherwise. Tugging on him like he is the tide. An ebb and flow of desire lit deep in his body, at the base of his aching spine. It can’t actually be his heat can it? In the pit they didn’t feel like this. There was a pleasant ache, an insistence. But maybe he’s closer to the moon here, or maybe earth is just different. No water ghouls to contend with. No fight for dominance. With survival needs off the table, Rain can really feel it. 

Can feel the way need thrums through his entire body. The pain of it. It's debilitating. It’s miserable. It’s wonderful. He feels like he’s been lit on fire from the inside, like he will burn if he doesn’t do something about it. 

He wakes up like this, shivery and hard and hot. He wants to stay curled into a ball in his bed. Wants to wish this away. He'd be lying if he said he didn't try. He isn’t sure what to do. Go ask for help? Embarrassing. Impossible.

 He rolls onto his back, uncurling aching muscles. Raising his arms over his head something in his spine popping solidly as he does. The relief of that is quickly overshadowed. As sleep bleeds out of him, everything else increases. He throbs against his boxers. 

He slips a hand down to touch himself, fingers slipping under the waistband and finding himself wet. The curls at the base of his cock already damp. Shaft slick with pre. He gives himself one stroke, two, and he’s gone. Toes curling, body bowing. He digs his teeth into his bottom lip to try to keep from crying out and fails. Gasping through it as he paints the inside of his boxers and his hands and stays hard. No relief to be found. 

“Fuck.” 

Need tugs at him, pulls him from his bed. He’s clear enough to know he isn’t thinking clearly, but not enough to care. He throws on a shirt, changes his boxers, pulls on some sweatpants. He’s hoping for the illusion of normalcy. 

It’s early, so he’s not surprised to find no relief at Cirrus or Cumulus’ doors. Dew’s is locked, and when he knocks and presses his ear to the wood all he hears is a grumble as Dew rolls over and ignores him. 

He has to reek of his heat, he knows it. But the sun isn’t even up yet. He stumbles blindly down the hall, toward the next set of doors. He doesn’t get there–he runs directly into Mountain instead. Stumbling face first into his chest, grappling for a hold as he teeters off balance. 

Mountain catches him, steadies him with hands on his biceps and Rain looks him at him. Dazed, hazy. Drunk already on the smell of evergreen and his own need. 

“Mount, you coming?” Aether calls from somewhere behind Rain, around the corner. 

Mountain looks down at Rain, the moment stretching as the scent of Rain’s heat hits and Mountain’s pupils dilate before Rain’s eyes. 

Mountain doesn’t answer Aether, instead his fingers tighten on Rain’s bicep. He inhales deep. 

“Oh, Rain–”

“Help me,” Rain whispers, pleads. Even the touch of Mountain’s hands on his arms is torture. Too much. Too sensitive. 

“Hey, Mount–oh.” 

Aether’s closer now. Rain can hear him, footsteps echoing through the hall. Feels him before he even really gets close. He smells ozone. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end like the moment just before a lightning strike. 

“He wants help,” Mountain says, finally raising his eyes from Rain’s face to look over his head at Aether. 

Aether’s hands slip onto Rain’s waist, finger squeezing, and then Aether’s crowding him against Mountain. His chest pressed right up against Rain’s back.  Head dipping down so the tip of his nose presses into Rain’s mused curls.  Aether inhales and Rain feels his stomach drop, his knees threaten to go with it, buckling and shaking. But he couldn’t fall even if he tried–not wedged between them like this. 

His cock kicks against Mountain’s hip. He knows Mountain feels it. 

“Please.”  Rain turns just in time to see the grin that splits Aether's face, sly, devious. Rain's stomach swoops. "How could we say no when you ask so nicely?"

⛧

Rain doesn’t remember the trip back to his room. Doesn’t remember Aether or Mountain stripping him, not really. He remembers hands, touch. Aether’s hands skimming up over his thighs. Mountain’s fingers curling around his throat, pulling him to lay against his chest, head tucked under Mountain’s jaw. His hips bracketed by Mountain’s knees. The hard line of Mountains’ cock against his spine. 

Everything snaps back into focus when Aether gets his mouth on him. Settled on his belly between Rains’s spread legs. Suckling the tip of his cock into his mouth. Tongue pressing down on the sensitive spot beneath the head.  Aether pulls off to trace the vein on the underside with his tongue and Rain bucks in Mountain’s grip. Keening. Desperate. 

“Is he wet?” Mountain asks, Rain feels the rumble of the words against his back. 

“Soaked,” Aether answers, pushing Rain’s legs further apart, spreading him wide and dipping lower to press his tongue against his clenching hole. Sucking on the rim until Rain thrashes. Desperate. 

He’d like to ask for something. To cum maybe, or just for more, but he can’t access that part of his brain. Not with Mountain’s fingers hovering over his pulse. His other hand tweeks at a dusky nipple and Rain can only feel. 

Aether presses his tongue into Rain, laps at him, firms up the muscle and really tastes him. Groaning as he does.

“Touch him, Aeth.” 

Rain half expects to be tortured. For them to drag this out, to make him beg for it, but Aether’s hand comes up without hesitation and wraps around his cock, wet with spit and pre. He pulls back, lips slick, and replaces his tongue with a finger. Pressing into the third knuckle and petting upward and Rain swears he goes blind. 

His orgasm lights him up, burns him alive. He paints his stomach, Aether’s hand. He throbs with it, feels relief for a matter of seconds, enough to take one deep breath of fresh morning air before clarity flees again. 

“God damn it,” Rain grits out, frustrated. Aether slips another finger inside, he spreads him open a little more. 

“You’re alright, Raincloud,” Mountain promises, kissing his temple, smoothing sweaty hair away from his face. “We have you.” 

“Fuck me,” Rain manages. “Someone. Both of you. I don’t care just–please.” 

“Be patient.” Aether chides. “Don’t want to hurt you.” 

Rain is beyond caring. Well past patience. He needs it. Needs to be full. Needs to feel nothing but the slide of a cock, needs to be split open. 

Aether sinks another finger in, three now, and Rain sags against Mountain. Turning his head to mouth at the earth ghouls collarbone as Aether works him open. It takes too long. But Rain can’t do much except lean into it, rock his hips against Aether’s hand. He tips his head up and Mountain kisses him. Possessive. All tongue and teeth and the taste of juniper. 

All Rain can think about is being filled. Knotted. Changed.  He wants to hear the wounded noise Aether makes when he pops his knot. Wants to cum on Mountain's cock. He needs it. He feels like he'll die without it. 

“Soon, Raincloud,” Mountain coos in his ear, resting a heavy hand over his pounding heart. Rain would be mortified for accidentally saying all of that out loud if he could think well enough. He feels the way his cheeks flush, hot like the rest of him. But the shame never actually comes. He’s too far gone, too desperate. 

Mountain shushes him, a sweet sound in his ear followed by the catch of teeth along the edge and only then does Rain realize he’s still talking. Babbling broken nonsense as Aether fingers him and Mountain rolls a painfully hard nipple between his fingers. 

Aether kisses the inside of his thigh, mouths at his balls. Rain isn’t sure he exists anymore. He is only these points of contact. Only the unbearable need to feel. He is only where he merges with Aether and Mountain. Nothing else. 

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” he whines as Aether slips another finger inside. Four now, crowded together, pressing deep. 

“Need to be patient if you’re gonna take us both, Rainy.” Aether mumbles, lips against Rain’s thigh. 

Clarity slices through him, if only for a second. Both of them. He goes rigid, tips his head back to look at Mountain, still holding him tight, something soft to land on as he falls over and over through waves of his heat. 

“Both?” he whispers. 

“Mmhmm,” Mountain hums. He bends down to capture Rain in another claiming kiss, a direct opposition to Mountain’s calm demeanor. 

Mountain pulls back but holds Rain’s face close, their horns nuzzled together. “Fastest way to break your heat.” 

Rain swallows, Aether crooks his fingers just so and Rain’s eyes roll up, flutter closed, he sags in Mountain’s hold. 

“Don’t you want it?” Aether asks. “Don’t you want us both?” 

Rain’s nodding before Aether’s even done speaking. Yes. Of course he does. Both of them. As soon as he thinks it, it all makes sense. Puzzle pieces clicking together. Of course that’s what he needs. Two knots. Right now. 

Aether pulls his fingers from Rain’s body. Rain opens his eyes just in time to see how shiny with slick they are, dripping with it. Aether reaches down between them and slicks his own cock up with the mess. 

Then Rain’s being moved, hauled up along Mountain’s body until he’s fully in his lap, legs splayed over his hips. Head bumping back against the headboard. Mountain hooks his chin over Rain’s shoulder and looks down as Aether presses his fingers back against Rain’s hole to gather more slick. Rain feels himself clench around nothing. 

“Pretty,” Aether muses, meeting Rain’s gaze as he takes it upon himself to slick Mountain’s cock too. Taking Mountain’s cock in a tight fist and stroking. Mountain hisses, he turns his head to mouth at Rain’s jaw, breath stuttering out over Rain’s oversensitive skin. 

Rain hears how wet it sounds, all because of him. 

“Gonna take us both, baby?” Mountain asks, breathless already and Rain nods fervently. 

It all happens fast after that–or maybe Rain is just too fucked up to process the steps. His heat addled brain can only think of one thing, and then all of a sudden, he’s getting it. Aether helping to lift him up as Mountain presses his cock against Rain’s hole. Rain doesn’t so much drop down on it as he is pushed. Aether and Mountain’s hands guiding him in a slow slide. 

Rain’s body lights up in relief. Finally. Finally. He’s full. Everything slotting into place. He rolls his hips and Mountain groans, guiding him in a slow easy grind that puts Mountain’s cock right where Rain needs it most. Rain could sob with it. Pleasure finally unspooling at the base of his spine in a way that feels real. 

And then, he’s being pushed back, laid back down on Mountain’s chest. Mountains arms curling around his waist to hold him there. And Aether’s pressing in too. The fat head of his cock popping in alongside Mountain’s. Leaning forward, bracketing Rain between his big forearms, their foreheads coming together as he presses deep. Folding Rain further in half, pushing his thighs further open with the bulk of his body. He snugs up between Mountain’s legs until he’s as deep as he can go. Both of them wedged inside of him until he’s full. Changed. Complete. 

They’re all still for a few breaths. Aether tilting his head to kiss Rain softly, tongue dragging over the seam of his lips until he can lick inside. Rain welcomes him, opens himself to all of this. Let’s Aether lick the whimpers from his mouth as he squirms and clenches around both of them. Desperate for friction. Body still screaming to be knotted, heat roaring up in him again the longer they stay stagnant. 

Then they both start to move in opposite directions, a counter rhythm and Rain’s brain goes silent for the first time in hours. 

Rain keens.  He tries to rock back on them, to meet them where they fuck into him quickly gaining speed as they find their rhythm. But Mountain stops him with a firm grip on his hips. Stilling him with ease that makes Rain’s stomach clench. Rain stops, sags, allows himself to melt into Mountain and Aether, into the easy glide of their cocks in and out of him. Rain whimpers, eyes rolling back, falling closed. 

“That’s it,”  Mountain says, voice tense. “Relax, Raincloud. We’ve got you.” 

“Lie back and take it,” Aether adds, affection coloring his words even as his thrusts turn toward rough. “Let us take care of you.” 

[terzosbignaturals]

I need just what you want from me

Mountain x swiss

“ He gave mountain a look up and down, and smirked when he saw the drumstick in his hands licking his lips almost excitedly. Swiss continued to push, just to see how far he could go. “You gonna use the drumsticks? Need the practice big guy?”

Mountain surged forward, grabbing Swiss by the throat, “I’m going to make you bleed multi” he sneered ”

Wc: 1789

Rating: explicit

Other stuff: Swiss is such a dick, belts as leashes, extremely inappropriate use of drumsticks, blood… there’s def a blood thing going on here. Swiss sucks blood off of a drumstick. Spanking. Works better if you imagine mountain with a southern accent. Probably not safe… or sane

Happy pride month! This is fucking filth so have fun. @mirror-is-distured

Swiss was stressed

“It’s not that fucking hard to keep in rythm” he growled. They had been practicing the same song all day, refusing to leave until they all got it right. Phantom of the opera was complicated to say the least, and long as hell. Plus they only started rehearsing it that day, no one expected them to be perfect yet, besides Swiss.

“Are you sure you’re not out of fucking rythm at this point?” Mountain bit back, if looks could kill, Swiss would’ve been 6 ft under three hours ago. He was snappy all week, letting little things get under his skin. He even went off on cirrus at one point for using the last of the coffee creamer, which ended in aether and mountain having to separate the two for a whole day.

Needless to say, mountain was sick and tired of his attitude.

“I'm completely sure actually. In fact, how about you get up and I’ll play your part since you clearly have no clue what you’re doing”

Mountain calmly stood up, gripping his drumsticks so hard that he was sure they would break. Swiss watched him intently. He didn’t mean what he said, he knew it was a low blow, and mountain was terrifying when he was mad. The earth ghoul slowly walked over to him, still gripping the sticks in his hand, keeping a low eye on swiss.

“You’re going to stay silent and follow me upstairs” he said, scarily still.

“I’m not going to do shit” Swiss snapped. Mountain quickly grabbed him by the hair, producing a sharp yelp, and bent down to his level.

“Try again”

Tears pricked the corner of swiss’s eyes at the pain in his scalp. He nodded timidly, not daring to continue to speak. Mountain stayed eerily emotionless and exchanged his grip in swiss’s hair to instead grab his wrist, pulling him along to his room.

The rest of the ghouls watched wide eyed, not used to seeing Swiss be challenged, and more so, not used to seeing mountain angry. Swiss stared at the floor, cheeks heating up in embarrassment at being watched as he was dragged away.

“Mountain my wrist hurts” Swiss uttered, attempting to yank his hand away.

“I told you to be quiet,” he said. Swiss could practically feel him vibrating with adrenaline from where his wrist was grasped tightly in his fist. Mountain kicked open his door and shoved Swiss inside, slamming it behind him.

“Strip before I make you” he spat. Mountain faced the door, trying to take deep breaths.

“What are you gonna treat me like dew? fuck the brat out of me? Cute.” Mountain spun on his heel at the comment, standing still and staring at Swiss.

“No, I’m going to beat it out of you,” he said, twirling the drumsticks in his hands absentmindedly. Mountain maintained an eerily calm composure. Swiss would’ve preferred it if he was yelling, pinning him to the bed and fucking him rough and nasty just to get it over with.

He gave mountain a look up and down, and smirked when he saw the drumstick in his hands licking his lips almost excitedly. Swiss continued to push, just to see how far he could go. “You gonna use the drumsticks? Need the practice big guy?”

Mountain surged forward, grabbing Swiss by the throat, “I’m going to make you bleed multi” he sneered, shoving one the drumsticks between his teeth.

In one swift movement mountain sat on the bed and maneuvered Swiss into laying over his lap, still held down by the nape of his neck. He made a protesting noise through the wood that was pressed into his teeth, squirming to try and find leverage.

“If you dare spit out that stick or even try to protest, I promise no one will touch you for a month, nod if you understand.” mountain bit out harshly, Swiss froze and looked up at him wide eyed, like a deer in headlights, before eventually giving a timid nod.

“Here’s how this is going to work. I’m going to spank you with my drumstick till I get bored. Tap three times on my leg to safe word out. Nod again if you understand” Swiss was completely bright red at this point, still staring wide eyed at the earth ghoul. A small amount of drool had started to run down his face from where the wood sat uncomfortably in his mouth. Senses full of the bitter almost chemical taste of the treated stick. He nodded again, bracing himself.

Mountain pulled swiss’s pants down just over the curve of his ass and slightly kneaded into the flesh, preparing him from the first hit.

A loud crack sounded through the room. Red hot searing pain bloomed across swiss’s skin, making him jump and let out a pained and muffled curse. He dug his claws into the side of mountains thigh and into the bed, attempting to take his mind off of the pain. He braced himself again for the second hit.

Mountain brought down his arm again, giving another hard hit to swiss’s ass. He almost smiled watching Swiss wail at the contact, small tears streaming down his cheeks. The tight grip on his leg almost made him feel satisfied at how well this was working already to make Swiss so docile. He ran a finger over the two already forming welts, making the ghoul in his lap flinch at the contact to his tender skin.

Another sharp hit rang out through the room, quickly followed by more. Mountain was starting to find a rhythm, placing abrupt hits all over his cheeks and the tops of his thighs. The flesh started to turn a dark red, almost purple color. Mountain almost felt bad for him at the first bead of blood. Almost. Tears continued to stream down Swiss's face that was buried into the sheets.

After a while Mountain noticed a distinct pressure against his leg, as if something was poking him. “You’re getting off on this aren’t you?” He snickered, almost astonished. “You fucking masochist, you’re bleeding down your leg and you’re hard?” Swiss gave out a pathetic noise, continuing to press his face into the bed. Mountain decided that enough was enough and manhandled him onto the soft pillows, still on his stomach. Swiss used the opportunity to rut into the bed, moaning at the friction.

“Absolutely pathetic aren’t ya darling?” Mountain said, scruffing Swiss to sit him up. The ghoul let out a large sob at the contact to his raw and irritated skin by being sat on the bed. Fat hot tears continued to run down his face.

Mountain grabbed the stick from his mouth and threw it to the side, offering him the other stick he had been using to spank him.

“Looks like you got blood on it baby boy, clean it up.”

Swiss stared at him in awe, not truly expecting mountain to want him to lick his own blood off of his drumstick. But the way he cocked his eyebrow told him otherwise. He licked a fat stripe up the wood, shivering at the metallic taste.

“Make sure you get it nice and wet darling” mountain added. Swiss coated the wood in saliva, even lapping at the head and taking it as far back as he could, messily bobbing his head up and down on the object. Small threads of spit dripped down the drumstick and onto mountains hand where he was holding it. Swiss continued to suck, even whimpering at the action. He was so hard he couldn’t think straight, the only thought going through his mind was to please mountain.

“That’s enough.” He said, taking the wood out of Swiss’s mouth. He grabbed him once again and laid him on his stomach, grabbing his hips to place them up in the air. “Really so far gone I have to manhandle you like a cheap slut?”

Swiss didn’t respond, still only letting out small noises and sobs. He bucked his hips at the cold lube that ran ran down his ass, trying to grind into the sheets.

“Don’t you fucking move, you’re lucky I’m even prepping you” mountain shoved a rough finger through the tight ring of muscle, gliding it in and out to stretch him enough for what he had planned. Swiss let out a filthy whine when mountain added another, still trying to push back into his hand, desperate for more.

He heard the familiar sound of a buckle being undone, and drooled slightly at the thought of finally getting a cock in him. The thought left his head though as the cool leather was wrapped around his throat as a makeshift leash.

Swiss almost passed out as mountain pulled the belt back roughly and slowly pushed in a cold hard object that made him mewl brokenly in surprise.

He slid the drumstick in and out of his tight hole, listening to the slick noises that it produced, and watched Swiss come completely apart on the bed. He slid the other in right beside it, careful of the tight fit.

“F-fuck more please mountain I need more” he cried, still attempting to rut his poor neglected cock against the bed.

“You can come like this or not at all. It’s your choice” mountain told him, a small smirk on his face as he continued to pump the objects in and out, drinking in Swiss’s delicious whines.

“Mountain please” he cried

“It’s not the fucking hard is it darling?” He sneered into his ear, continuing to hold tightly onto the belt while he fucked him with his drumsticks.

Static started to rim the edges of Swiss’ vision, a tight heat pooling in his stomach. The rough edges of the wood against his prostate had him seeing stars, babbling out curse words and broken apologies for his behavior earlier.

Finally he let out a final loud cry, spilling all over his stomach and collapsing into the bed, completely covered In lube, drool, and his own release.

Mountain quickly unbuckled the belt, pressing sweet kissed to Swiss’ spent upper body

“You did so well for me” he whispered into his hair as he removed the drumsticks. “Come back to me baby”

It took a couple minutes for Swiss to finally become coherent, giving a sad apology for being so mean at practice. Mountain cleaned them both up, and held him until they fell asleep

-

On tour, mountain made it a point to stare at Swiss’s podium, smirking and licking a fat stripe up his drumstick before continuing to play.

Swiss thought he was going to pass out.

[terzosbignaturals]

okay. well i know amongst the ghost writing fandom we've established that mountains dick is huge. but i'm thinking of dew and rain talking about how good mountains dick is, how good it feels and shit. and swiss, too confident for his own good says he'd like to see for himself. now we know swiss is a big guy, but not compared to fucking MOUNTAIN. rain and dew have a good laugh at that. and just because it's me, i bring you transmasc swiss. by the time he gets around to asking mountain, he knows they were not fucking around. imagine it takes mountains entire fucking hand just to prep swiss for his cock. swiss has already cum twice and hes telling mountain that it's too much, but mountains grinning and is all like "you asked for this" and swiss is regretting not listening to rain and dew.

[terzosbignaturals]

Crow. Babe.

Aether/Mountain/Omega

Big boy quintosis sandwich. How do you think that would go? :)

taking my text tangents and using them against me i see

mountain has a dick and a cunt today. you know, just so he can be filled up that much more

"Doing so well for us, little clover," Omega purrs in his ear.

"He takes magick so well, doesn't he?" Aether agrees. He runs a hand down the side of Mountain’s cheek, damp from stray tears and sloppy kisses. The earth ghoul’s eyes track imaginary patterns behind lidded eyes, gaze fixed somewhere in the middle distance of nothingness. The rest of him is limp, slack under the two quintessence ghoul’s hands. Dropped as deep as he can get, oh so sensitive and pliable. 

Omega ruts a little where he’s buried deep in Mountain’s ass, smirking at the unbidden whine it earns him from his perpetually slackened mouth. Omega nibbles and sucks at his earlobe, pulling the breathiest of little uh uh uh’s from those drool coated lips. 

“Just the prettiest plaything.” Mountain groans louder at that, ruddy cock twitching between his legs. 

“Yes, darling, you are. Not a thought in that beautiful head, hm?” Aether playfully presses a fingertip in the middle of his forehead, letting a tiny spark grace the end of the motion. Mountain goes cross-eyed and bucks against Omega, head lolling back onto his shoulder uselessly.

“Fill him up, starlight.” The older ghoul pets at Mountain’s folds, wet with slick and as flushed as the head of his cock. “Satanas he’s wet.”

“Always is, for this.” Aether’s voice is fond underneath the jest. It’s true, what he claims—Mountain always drips for him with quintessence running through his veins. And, well, he couldn’t help it if he tried. “Come now, sunflower, let me see those eyes.”

Mountain slowly lifts his heavy head. His eyelids flutter as he struggles to open them, and keep them open, gaze flicking about Aether’s face as he attempts to focus. With difficulty, and a few frustrated whines, he fixes emerald-turned-ultraviolet eyes on Aether’s own. 

“There he is,” Aether coos. “Still so obedient.” He lines up the wide head of his cock just below where his sex starts to split, running it along his damp cunt with a groan. “Keep ‘em open, darling.” He teases Mountain’s entrance now, so close to sticking it in. His skinny chest heaves as he uses what little brain power he has left to keep focus, do as he’s told. 

“That’s it,” Aether praises. The head of his cock starts to slip inside, stretching Mountain even wider. Omega groans when he feels the ridge of it slide against the base of his own cock, even through the barrier of Mountain’s body. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” Omega echos. Aether watches the earth ghoul’s face expectantly as he continues to press in. He lowers his voice to a whisper, leaning in close. Mountain’s cock kicks in anticipation, nearly slapping against Aether’s stomach. He can see how Mountain’s mouth waters too, a line of drool threatening to spill down his chin. It will eventually, of course, gone as he is. 

“Now let’s see them roll allll the way back.” Aether thrusts all the way in, humming contently as Mountain’s eyes roll back into his skull. A deep rumbling groan forces its way out of his chest as he’s made to take them both. He’s simultaneously splitting open and being filled as full as he possibly can be, pressed between both solid quintessence ghouls like nothing more than a delightfully noisy toy. 

And noisy he is, panting, huffing, sobbing, and whining as Aether bottoms out and presses close, his and Omega’s hands quickly beginning to roam all over his freckled skin. 

The glob of precum smearing into Aether’s happy trail is all the warning either of them get before Mountain goes rigid between them, cock growing impossibly harder before he’s spilling over with a garbled cry. Thick ropes of it spurt onto his stomach and dribble down into the opening of his cunt. 

“Poor thing,” Omega tuts. He gives a generous thrust—just one, in and out—without waiting for Mountain’s cock to stop twitching. The earth ghoul chokes on his inhale, fresh tears spilling down flushed cheeks. “He’s going to be such a mess when we’re done with him.”

[terzosbignaturals]

ok hot idea! rain is getting fucked against the counter by one of the ghouls, overflowed with cum feeling it drip down his legs making a puddle. then being filled to the brim and overstimulated~

he's trying to be quiet but instead becomes super loud~

what a messy ghoul!

Extra messy transmasc Rain under the cut.

"Cunt" and "clit" used in reference to Rain's anatomy. <3

Rain only has one leg on the floor--and it's going to give out. He can feel the tremor in it building towards uncontrollable along with the orgasm Swiss is trying to wring out of him.

His other leg his shoved up onto the counter, knee bent. Swiss holds his thigh, pressing it down into the granite as he fucks Rain. Each rough thrust drags Rain's clit against the cool stone. If you'd told him twenty minutes ago that he could cum like this he would have laughed. But now? Three, almost four, orgasms later? He can barely think beyond chasing extra friction, grinding his swollen clit against the slick stone. Meeting Swiss thrust for thrust.

Swiss tangles his free hand in Rain's hair, pulls his head away from where he'd dropped it against the counter after he came the last time. Going boneless. He was already pliant, always putty in Swiss hands when he really gets going. But now? Now he's nothing but the raw nerves of his pleasure. The ebb and flow of it. The way he can feel himself get wetter and drip onto the stone beneath him. His clit slips through his own slick.

Rain can't help the noise, can't help how loud he is. Every echoing noise that's rung out of him deepens his blush. Everyone in the ghoul wing can hear him, he knows it. He's powerless against it. When Swiss first pressed him up against the counter and shoved his hand down his pants--he tried to be quiet. But then Swiss turned him around, pulled his pants down, spread him open, and dropped to his knees. He buried his face in Rain's cunt. And Rain wailed, high and desperate. He hasn't stopped making noise since then. Not since he came on Swiss' tongue and around his fingers. Not since Swiss shoved him further up the counter and drove home with one brutal thrust. Swiss shifts a little, he changes the angle and his next thrust hits something that makes Rain's vision white out. He'd fall back onto the counter if it wasn't for Swiss' iron grip in his hair.

He cums on the next thrust, his knee finally buckling. Swiss keeps him up with the press of his hips. He feels himself get wetter, hears the squelch of Swiss' next thrust. He hangs his head forward. Dark sweaty curls falling into his face. Swiss doesn't stop fucking him. Doesn't give him time to come down or breathe. He keeps his brutal pace. Dragging Rains' oversensitive clit through the pool of slick on the countertop with each hard thrust. Rain tries to find something to dig his claws into, to hold on, desperate for something to ground him. He only finds cold smooth stone, his palms slip against it. "Satanas, Rainy. You're so fucking wet, you're dripping on the floor. Filthy." "I--" "He can't help it," a voice--sounds like Dew--from the other side of the room interjects. "He's a slut." Rain hadn't heard anyone else come in, didn't realize he had an audience. He goes even darker. He tries to pull out of Swiss' grip, to drop his head to his forearm to hide the way his cheeks have gone violet. "Is that right?" Swiss asks, he's finally starting to get breathless. The hand on Rain's thigh pressed down a little harder.

"Look at the mess he's made," Dew says. His voice is dismissive, but Rain hears the rasp of his zipper all the same. "You better make him clean it up." Rain whines. Swiss groans low. "Fuck. Keep talking, Dew. He gets so tight when you talk." Dew chuckles. Rain hears the sound of him walking closer. Probably leaning against the table behind them now. "He just likes to be talked about like he isn't in the room. Like he's just a hole to be filled." "He is." Swiss hisses. Swiss finally lets go of Rain's hair and Rain falls forward, pillowing his forehead on his arm as he keens. He tries to hold it back, doesn't want to give Dew the satisfaction. But between Swiss' laser guided thrusts and the grind of his clit on the counter he's close again, teetering on an edge he can't seem to fall off of. He sobs against his arm. Swiss swears, his thrust getting sloppier. "Fill him up good, Swiss." Dew cuts in. "I want to see it dripping down his legs." "You gonna lick it up?" Swiss grits out. "Maybe," Dew says. "Depends on if he's crying or not." "I'm gonna--Swiss--oh no, oh shit," Rain wails, his head thrashing. "Right there with you, Rainy."

Rain's orgasm hits him hard. He feels it in every muscle, so intense it almost hurts. He feels each pulse of his cunt around Swiss' cock. Swiss makes a low gut-punched noise when he cums, grinding his hips against Rain's ass as he does. When Swiss pulls out, Rain feels the hot rush of cum slip from his body and down his leg. Swiss lets go of his leg and Rain almost slips off of the counter and onto the floor. He gets his foot under him just as he feels the drag of an overly warm finger up the inside of his thigh. Dew presses tight against him, and shoves that finger into Rain's slack mouth. Rain leaves at it with his finger, tasting himself and the salt-tang of Swiss. Rain shifts, tries to put his other foot back on the floor, but Dew's free hand pins it in place. "Did you really think you were done?" Dew chuckles. "You're not even crying yet."

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Swiss going up behind Rain, shoving his hands under his shirt and groping his cute tits and pinching his nipples.

Little warning for some gillplay at the end btw

Perky was the first word that came to mind when Rain found his way into the kitchen. The first place his brain went upon laying eyes on him.

Still endearingly disheveled from rolling out of bed, wild curls and all. Swiss tipped his head as he caught a glimpse of the sunflower pattern on the boxers sitting far too low on his hips even with the elastic band folded over itself twice. It seemed it was Mountain's bed he'd stumbled out of. Judging from the plum colored splotches on his collar to the vivid imprint of teeth, Swiss could only assume he'd had a very long and exhausting night with the big guy. Summer brought about a lot of those, earth ghoul heats were really no joke during the hotter months. 

But what truly caught his attention was the tight, and not to mention thin tank top stretched over the little swell of Rain's chest. It had made Swiss set down his morning crossword, abandoning it the second something more interesting crossed his path. Those sweet little buds peeking against the fabric seemed to demand his attention, and Swiss wished he could call himself a better man but he was helpless to absolutely oggle over his tits. If anyone asked he'd blame it on Rain's natural draw, his undeniable siren nature, and definitely not his own weakness to every inch of the water ghoul. 

He tapped the tip of his pencil against paper and sat back in his chair, licking over the back of his teeth as he watched a bleary eyed Rain move around the kitchen without ever moving the hair from his face. For a ghoul who couldn’t help but trip over himself at every opportunity, he somehow managed to move with an odd amount of grace in the most unremarkable of situations. Swiss was almost impressed. 

Chair scraping against the tile Swiss got to his feet, using the excuse of returning an empty mug to the sink to simply exist in Rain's proximity. 

He watched from the doorway as Rain leaned against the countertop, seemingly staring through the toaster as he leaned on his elbows with his tail waving lazily behind him. Swiss bit his lip as he ran his eyes over the back of him, the curve of his spine down to the swell of his ass - somehow still impressively plush despite the oversized boxers. He didn't make it as far as the sink, mug abandoned on an empty section of the counter in order to submit to the magnetic pull he felt towards him. It satiated a part of him to slip his arms around his waist.

Rain chirped curiously, startled slightly from his sleepy trance, but settled into him the second he registered the multi ghoul. Swiss kissed the bare skin of his shoulder with a tuneless hum, nose brushing against a particularly dark bruise. 

He wondered just how long Mountain had spent with his mouth mapping out the well defined planes of Rain's body. He wondered if he'd gotten to taste every inch of him - Mountain was always overzealous with his teeth when he was in a rut, that much was obvious from the few dozen bite marks Swiss could see, he knew there were more hidden beneath the fabric. He wondered if Mountain had bitten for pain or pleasure, or even ownership. 

Swiss took his hips in hand, thumbs wriggling underneath the hem of his shirt to rub against cool skin. He could almost imagine the way Mountain's big hands would have practically enveloped his waist, bet Mountain could've felt his own cock every time he bottomed out. Something knotted in his stomach, nearly groaning out loud at the thought alone. 

He wondered...

The sound that choked itself from the water ghoul was uneven and breathy when he unceremoniously shoved both hands up under his tank top. Gills flaring in surprise as Swiss chuckled, hooking his chin over his shoulder to watch the ribbed fabric stretch over the shape of his fingers kneading into his tits. They were small, mosquito bites in comparison to someone like Cumulus. Not enough fat to even fill his palms but he took them like a proper handful anyways. 

"Pretty thing," he chuffed and thumbed over his pert little nipples. Rain tried not to whimper but a light pinch was enough to draw it out, the noise was more than reward for his bad behavior. "Prettiest fucking water lily." 

"Fuck" Rain squirmed, hands floating awkwardly like he might just grab Swiss to stop him but made no real move to. "Fuck, fuck not so hard - !" 

"They sensitive baby?" His voice lilted and Rain shook his head quickly, dark curls brushing over Swiss' cheek. He tugged lightly at the silver bars threaded through his nipples and felt Rain's knees wobble as he moaned high and feminine. Swiss was grinning. "Oh they are...Mountain was a bit too rough on you huh? Big boy always gets a little heavy handed when he's like this, but we all know you're not as fragile as you pretend to be." 

"Swiss-" he breathed, head hitting his shoulder as it fell back. 

"That's okay sweetheart, just tell me to be gentle." Swiss kissed the hinge of his jaw, still idly fiddling with his piercings. Sighing too close to his gills to have Rain thinking clearly. 

"Please..." his swallow was audible, gulping down his pride. "Please be gentle with me."

“There we go, good boy” he cooed and rucked his tanktop up over his chest. Exposing him to the cool air and anyone who might just happen to waltz into the kitchen, exposing Mountain's handiwork. 

The little pink buds were awfully puffy, the outline of the earth ghoul's maw encircling either one. Swiss traced the divots in his skin and tsked, opting to slowly roll both nipples between his thumb and forefinger as he kissed a line up the side of his neck. 

“Look at them, look how cute they are.” 

Rain's breath hitched, a faint and whispered string of pleas tumbling past his lips when the multi ghoul grazed his gills. 

“See ‘em?” 

“Mhm…” 

“So little in my hands.” 

“Not little…” 

“Oh they're nice and little, perfect.” A little kiss to the delicate membrane on his neck, tongue darting out to tease them open. He was surprised Rain didn't go boneless right there. “Your tits are perfect darling, just like the rest of you.” 

“Fuck - put your tongue in it.” Rain reached back to rest his hand on the back of Swiss’ neck. Less than subtle encouragement. 

Swiss laughed and drew him perfectly flush to his front, molded himself against his back as he latched onto the sensitive slits. He kissed them just as deeply, just as sloppily as he would if he were kissing Rain properly. Warm saliva and a warmer tongue pushed into his gills, likely a white hot sensation if Rain's moan was anything to go off of. 

Another, less harsh tug at his nipples and Rain was really keening, ass pushing back against where Swiss was starting to chub up.  He pulled off of his gills, panting and admiring the sheen of spit left on his neck. 

“Seven hells…You look wrecked already.” 

“Feels good,” Rain’s words were starting to slur. Whether that be from exhaustion or that sweet fuzzy feeling starting to settle into place. 

“Course it does, I always make you feel good.” He nosed into his scent gland, groaning as the smell of moss and salt water flooded over him. He never wanted to leave the comfortable place he found in Rain, his body felt like home. “Satanas below, you're the closest thing to divine to ever waltz its way out of the pits.” 

Rain whined, nearly groaned in embarrassment, flush creeping to the tips of his ears. He always got so shy when Swiss rolled out this particularly cavity inducing brand of praise. 

“Can’t help it…Just love my pretty boy and his pretty tits.”

[terzosbignaturals]

bottom omega thoughts?🎤

Bottom omega....

Just think about him laid out in Terzo'a bed, arm thrown over his face, the prettiest shade of indigo creeping down his chest while Terzo works him open that first time. It's not that Terzo stretches him out horribly by any means, but fuck it feels good to lay there and let his lover experience every inch or him. Let terzo crook three fingers into him and lazily suckle on the tip of his cock despite how it barely fits in his mouth, till Omega keens for him. Voice pitching out in a little cry for him.

He looks so big straddling the human, his hand splayed out on his chest. It's comedic but the sight of him goes straight to his dick. It looks even more amusing laid on Terzo's belly, leaking continuously. He knows Terzo might just break if he took his cock but the thought puts butterflies in his belly.

Terzo underestimates ghouls and their hellish stamina, Omega coaxes more than one orgasm out of him before he even gets close himself but Terzo is so giving. He only whimpers a bit even Omega starts to go tight around him, digging his fingers into his thighs while the ghoul happily fucks himself in his more than overstimulated cock. He thinks he could just die like this - Omega some secret incubus sent to suck his soul, amongst other things, from him, and hes more than willing to let him take it.

Or maybe Alpha getting him face down, arm twisted behind his back. Maybe he's been stripped down to nothing, face forced against the polished floorboards of the chapel, mouth and dick both drooling for it as Alpha pops the head of his cock inside of him, raspy voice chastising him for being so fucking easy.

Allowing himself to be fucked like some cheap whore in w place of worship? What would Papa think if he could see him like this? Oh what a disappointment he is. How ashamed he should be. The thought makes him moan, a low wounded sound echoing around them.

Alpha slaps his ass hard and laughs, warns him he might want to keep it down if he doesn't want any curious passersbys to catch Papa's big strong ghoul being mounted like a bitch in heat.

Or fuck - Aether getting to fold him in half. Aether getting to pop his knot inside of Omega while Omega calm and collected despite it talks him through. His first time getting to knot. It's cute how eager his apprentice is to please.

Aether sounds more affected by it than he does, panting like a dog as he watches it swelling slowly. Catching somewhat every time he bottoms out, it's a tease of what to come and it's mind melting. He's sure his brain has gone to mush, uselessly babbling about needing to feel it, needing Omega to milk his cock. Sweet boy's eyes rolled back into his head and just about stayed there.

Omega is nothing but praise, telling him he's gonna fill him with that fat little knot. Promising it'll feel better than anything he's had. Just gotta be a good boy and give it to him.

I think power bottom Omega will be Aether's undoing (and mine).

#help me.

[terzosbignaturals]

You know you have it bad when you start fantasizing about the silliest softest things imaginable.

Travelling alone is an absolute nightmare on your skin, let alone wearing and sweating in the thick paints every night. Using only horrible hotel room water and cheap soap to wash it off and he is from a generation of men that do not know what moisturiser is.

One day you get tired of seeing him rub at his face with a soapy wash cloth so you take matters into your own hands. You confiscate his usual products and send him into his post ritual shower with a foamy cleanser with careful instructions to only use his hands.

He grumbles when he is finished the stubborn black paint still covering his face but you shush him as you wrap him in the fluffy complimentary robe and sit him in front of you at the mirror. He spares you one last glare before he closes his eyes at your request and lets you get to work.

You begin with a cleansing balm, melting away the remnants of his paint until there are no traces left even in the most stubborn areas. His thick eyebrows, the corners of his eyes and his jawline. He is starting to relax under your hands already, his shoulders relaxing and his brow smoothing at least as much as it can. There are some lines so deep that no amount of relaxation will smooth away but you love him all the more for them.

You wipe the product away with damp cotton pads until his face is clean and clear and as reluctant as he is to admit it this already feels much better than his usual routine as you generously called it. You explain what you are doing as you continue through the next steps. Gentle acidic exfoliation focusing just on the dryer patches that form at the corners of his lips and between his eyebrows.

He had scoffed when you had first explained the products you had chosen but as you apply each layer he begins to feel the deep hydration you are working into his skin. The usual stiff tightness he ignores as he collapses in his bed never even starts as you pat toner into his skin and he can't help the range of expressions he pulls in the mirror without feeling that familiar uncomfortable pull.

You encourage his eyes closed again so you can smooth some light cream over his eyelids, the delicate skin especially abused by his thick black paint and vigorous scrubbing to remove it. Then a thicker balm for his lips though you suspect this is one product he is more than familiar with. You were well acquainted with his soft lips and the fact that they were never ever chapped.

Finally you apply the moisturizer, working it everywhere you can reach, soothing the tension in his temples and jaw, sweeping across his cheekbones and forehead and working down his chin to his neck until every bit of product has been absorbed.

You settle your hands over his chest feeling his slow steady heartbeat and watch as his eyes flutter open, lost as he was in your gentle treatment of him. His face is glowing but not only from the lotions and potions but from his satisfaction. You have shared something with him that may seem small or insignificant but that shows you care for him in a way very few people have before.

He presses his hands to his face marveling at how soft it feels and accuses you of working some kind of magic and demands you explain to him exactly what you did to make him feel so good. You swat at his chest playfully. You had been explaining all along if he had bothered to listen but he takes your hands in his, kissing your palms and explaining how he couldn't have concentrated on anything but your talented fingers.

He gives you that look you can never resist and smiles when you go all the way back to the beginning, listening intently as you explain but only relinquishing one of your hands for your demonstration. You would go through it all a thousand times if I made him as happy as he looks in this moment.

[terzosbignaturals]

Thoughts you say? Sharing is caring yaknow? 👉👈

It was so unbelievably hot on stage. It always is, but today it was unbearable. Rain was struggling. His head was spinning, the heat was suffocating making it difficult for him to breath. He was sweating more then usual, he could feel it dripping from his neck all the way down his back. And he was hard. So unbelievably hard, he had been since the opening song. He was glad for his bass, covering the way he was throbbing in his pants, but he can’t help grinding into the sleek wood, the vibrations going right though him. 

And that was all before year zero. He’d honestly been so concentrated on keep time and trying not to blow a load in his pants, he completely forgot about Dew. About their little antic. 

It made him jump when he felt Dew slide up behind him, pressing his chest against Rain's back, a hand running across his chest, leaning up to whisper in his ear. 

“Can smell you from all the way on the other side of the stage.” Dews hand falls from his chest to his belly. “You’ve got poor baby Phantom all riled up, he’s never smelt a heat topside before.” Dew laughs. “He’s all but creaming his pants over you.” 

Rains eyes widen at Dews words. Just as he about to tell Dew he can’t be in heat, he feels a think blob for precum leaking from his tip and soaking into the denim of his jeans. 

 Dew laughs again, squeezing at Rain’s chest. 

“Phantom doesn’t know you’re mine does he? Doesn’t know that it’s my cock you beg for, my knot you cry over.” 

Rain gasps, rocking his hips into his bass harder, the vibrations making him twitch as leaks more pre into his pants. 

“Maybe I’ll have to show him after the show, how well you take, how prettily you beg for me to fill you with my kits.” 

Dews hand moves dangerously close to his throat now, threatening him with what’s to come. 

“I think I need to remind you too, that you’re mine . I can smell how wet you are, how desperate you are to get fucked. Even if you beg for everyone to fuck you, you’ll always belong to me.” 

Dew wraps his hand around Rain’s throat, squeezing at the sides. Rain moans, his head tipping back to rest on Dew shoulder. He feels himself get light headed as Dew squeezes harder, hears Dews sinister laugh as he pants out with a pathetic whimper. 

“Dew, Dew, I’m-oh god-I’m gunna-“ He gets choked off as Dew squeezes even harder. 

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Show the entire show who you below too. Show them who makes you cum so easily.” 

Rain tenses, then shudders with a moan so loud that Copia’s head whips around to look at them. His belly ripples with the intensity, he feels himself twitching and throbbing in his jeans as he cums. There’s so much, wet and sticky, coating the inside of his jeans and damping the fabric and making it stick to this thighs in an uncomfortable way. 

He sags against Dew as he comes down, but the fire ghoul just laughs at him again, stepping back, making Rain stumble back, his legs still weak. 

“Good luck hiding that during final bows.” Thags the last thing Dew says before he’s off and o the other side of the stage before Rain and even register what happened. 

He looks down, as subtly as he can, confused by Dew means. There’s a wet patch. A big one. And it’s only spreading more, the fabric soaking up his release. He moans, he can’t help it, feeling himself twitch once again, he never really went soft in the first place, and grinds his hips back into his bass, feeling the warm and sticky wetness slide against the sensitive head of his cock. He’s fucked for final bows, everyone will know what he did, so there’s no harm in making it worse now. 

[terzosbignaturals]

rizz you fucked me up so bad with that swissalps gape and fisting I- I can't function it's so bad I swear but also... I need more. please. begging you on my knees. gimme more nasty swissalps pleaseeeee

…I’m so sorry

Mountain whines as he rocked his hips back in Swiss’ fingers. The mulit ghoul had him on his hands and knees, his hands bound and tied to the headboard of his own bed, while his thighs were forced apart by a spreader bar so he could fill Mountain as much as he wanted without the earth ghoul stopping him.

“How- ah fuck- how many is that?” Mountain stammers as it feels like Swiss pushing yet another finger into him.

Behind him, Swiss laughs and crooks his fingers upward making Mountain gasp.

“That’s five, sunflower. Almost got my whole hand in there again.”

Mountains clit twitches where it’s rapidly filling, hard and heavy between his thighs. He groans, his head falling forward so his forehead is resting on the bedsheets between his elbows.

“I can’t- I can’t take that again.”

Swiss smirks, pulling his fingers out for a second just to plunge them back in. Mountains back arches and he gargles out something inaudible.

“Oh, but I think you can. In fact, sunflower, I know you can.”

Swiss pushes his fingers in even deeper, letting Mountains rim swallow up his knuckles. He pauses there for a second before pushing a little deeper, until he has his hand halfway in.

“You’re halfway there already, sunflower. I’m sure you can take more.”

Mountain keens, his hips twitching, like he’s not sure if he wanted to pull away or not.

“Fuck, so full. Feel so full already.”

“Yeah, baby?” Swiss hums, spreading Mountains thighs further apart so he can see his hand disappearing into him. “You like taking my whole hand? Like being so full you can’t move? Can’t even think?”

“Ah, fuck Swiss.” Mountains voice goes high pitched and he squeezes his eyes closed. “I want- I need- please. Swiss, please-“

“You need more? Sunflower?” Swiss cuts him off. “You need my whole hand, maybe my whole arm, huh? So greedy aren’t you? Always need to stuffed so full.”

Swiss pushes the rest of his hand in, watching in fascination as his thumb pops in and stretches out Mountains rim even more.

“Fuck, so good, sunflower. So good for me, you take it so well.” Swiss praise as he pushes his hand in all the way to his wrist.

Mountain lets out a low groan, his hand clenching into tight fists as he pulls at the restraints. “Oh-oh god- Swiss. So much, so full, I can’t, I can’t breathe.”

Swiss rocks his hand gently, just enough for the palm of his hand to slip out and stretch out Mountains hole. “You look so good, sunflower. I wish you could see how good you look all stretched out around my hand.”

Mountain makes a choked off sound, pushing his hips back into Swiss’ hand. “Please, please Swiss.”

Swiss hums, biting his lip as he begins to fuck his hand in and out of Mountain.

“Maybe I’ll film it one day, show everyone what a little slut you are, so desperate to be fucked open and stretch out by my hand.”

Mountain squeaks and shakes his head, but his clit gives a kick as more slick starts to drool out of him.

Swiss raises an eyebrow. “No? You don’t want that? Are you sure, baby? I know how much you like having people watch you.”

Mountain moans and shakes his head again. “No, no please.” He pants.

Swiss hums again, pulling his hand out until the tips of this fingers are pressed against Mountains hole. “No? Hmm, I’m not sure I believe you? Sunflower.”

He wiggles his fingers, teasing Mountains hole and watching at it flutters and tries to close under his fingertips. Mountains hips buck as he whines, feeling suddenly so empty.

“Please, put it back in. So empty, need more.”

“Oh, you need more? Is my hand not enough to fill your greedy little hole? Maybe I should get someone else in here to fuck their hand into you.” Swiss pushes his fingers back in but stops just before his knuckle. “Maybe Aether? He’s got big hands, bigger than mine, maybe I should ask him.”

Swiss shoves the rest of his hand in with no warning making Mountain scream, more slick drooling out of him making a puddle on the bed.

“Still feeling empty, sunflower?” Swiss asks, fucking his hand in and out faster than before. Mountain lets out a string of gibberish, his thighs beginning to shake as Swiss abuses his hole.

“What was that, sunflower? I didn’t quite get that.”

An idea hits him so hard and so fast that doesn’t even hear what Mountain said.

“Sunflower. Huh.”

He pauses his hand when it’s fully inside. Mountain whines and fidgets, pushing his hips back trying to get Swiss to move again. “Swiss, please. Move. Need more.” He whines.

“Shhh, you’ll get more.” Swiss runs a hand down Mountains back. “I wanna try something, is that okay, sunflower?”

Mountain nods with a huff, annoyed that Swiss has now paused his hand again. “Yes, anything. You can do anything, just hurry up.”

Swiss gives him a little slap to the ass, making Mountain jump and clench tightly around his wrist.

“Impatient.”

Mountain whines and shakes his head, pulling on the restraints again. “I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry. I just-please. Need more.”

Swiss hums and runs his hand down Mountains back again. “Are you ready sunflower?”

Mountain can hear the smirk in his voice, can hear the cocky tint to his voice. It makes his stomach flip with unease, what exactly does Swiss plan on doing to him.

“I’m- I’m ready.” There’s a nervous tremble to his voice, one he hopes Swiss doesn’t pick on but with the way the multi ghoul laughs at him, he did.

It’s silent for a beat, the only sound to be heard is Mountains laboured breathing and the slight slick sound as Swiss shift his hand inside him again. Nothing happens for a second too long to be comfortable and Mountain begins to wonder if Swiss was bluffing, if he was just talking a big game for the sake of it. He’s just about to say something to him, to taunt him for not being able to follow through with his words, but then he feels it. Pressure. So much pressure in his belly that he feels all the remaining oxygen get pushing out of his lungs and it leaves him breathless and gasping for air.

“S-Swiss, what? What-what is that?” Mountain manages to gasp out, his vision blurring with tears as the pressure on his belly is just on the right side of unbearable.

Behind him Swiss chuckles lowly. “I just wanted to see if you lived up to your nickname, Sunflower.”

Mountains confused reply is cutoff when he feels more shifting inside his belly, and the pressure increases as Swiss slowly unfurls a second finger from his fist, his pointer finger, and spreads it out along side his thumb.

Mountain would scream of there was any air left his lungs. It’s so much, too much almost, but somehow his hips are automatically rocking back, chasing that too full feeling.

Swiss laughs at him again. “Look at you. Knew you could take it. Knew you’d love it.”

Swiss slowing spreads his other three fingers, stretching them out as wide as he can so that his hand if fully opened inside Mountain. He can feel Mountains silky slick walls on the tips of each of his fingers, he can feel how he tightens with each deep breath he take, feel his walls vibrate as he lets out a moan.

Mountains whole body is shaking, the pressure is so intense, it’s like nothing he’s ever felt before. “S-Swiss.” His voice wobbles. “I don’t- I can’t.”

He’s sobbing at his point, fat hot tears streaming down his cheeks and dripping from his chin to stain the bed sheets. “It’s too much, it’s too-I can’t.”

“Oh, you can’t? Guess I’ll have to stop then?” Swiss closes his hand into a first again and Mountain lets out a sigh of relief, feeling like he can finally breathe again. Only problem was, it didn’t feel like enough now.

Mountain whines sadly and wiggles his hips, desperate for the feel of being that full again.

“Oh, baby.” Swiss coos at him condescendingly. “You want more again? I’ve really ruined you, huh? Got you so stretched out and used that no one will be able to fuck you now. You’re ruined. You’ll have to keep begging me to fuck you because I’m the only one that knows how to fill you up properly.”

“Please, please Swiss.” Mountain pants. “Need more. Need you to fill me up again. Please, need it, need it so badly, I can’t-“

He gets cut off by a scream that gets punched from his lungs as Swiss unexpectedly spreads his fingers out inside him again.

“Like this?” Swiss fakes innocence. “This is what you wanted? To have my whole hand spread out inside you?”

Mountain sobs as he pulls on the restraints, feeling like red hot lava just spread through his belly, making him shiver. “Swiss-Swiss I’m going to cum. I can’t-shit- I can’t stop it.”

Swiss feels Mountains walls flutter on his fingertips and his whole cunt clenches around his wrist.

“That’s all it takes to get you to cum, huh?” Swiss closes his hand before opening it back up again, pushing his hand inside even deeper. Mountain keens, his thighs shaking as he feels his orgasm building even more.

“I’m-I’m-Swiss! I can’t-it’s-Swiss-“

Swiss smirks at him, an idea popping into his head. He rotates his hand slowing, feeling Mountain flutter around him as he begins to cum around Swiss’ hand. He screams with it, feeling a gush of liquid force itself out of him around Swiss’ hand.

“Fuck, that’s it, Sunflower. So hot for me. My pretty little Sunflower. Swiss coos at him as Mountain shakes and cry’s his way through his orgasm. “Doing so well for me, baby.”

Mountain shudders as he comes down from his high, feeling his cunt drip with the evidence.

Swiss presses a kiss to his ass, his hand still buried deep inside him. “My good boy. Can’t believe you let me do that to you, such a whore, aren’t you?”

Mountain whines and twitches from overstimulation, his hips twitching like he’s trying to get away from the sensation. “Swiss. Too much, too much, now.”

“Oh, baby.” Swiss smiles evilly at him. “I’m not where near done with you.” He pushes his hand inside him even deeper without any warning, twisting his hand as far around as he can.

Mountain screams before blacking out.

#no one look at me

[terzosbignaturals]

whatever she wants (whatever you want)

Pairing: Cumulus x f!Reader (x Cirrus, kind of)

Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: ghoulette in heat, vibrating dildo, dewdrop is a little shit, cirrus likes to watch, squirting

Words: 2,581

Summary: You really wish there was a manual for this kind of thing.

a/n: wow it only took me 2 months to write something new lol my bad

Tagging: @anamelessfool !

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You are dreaming.

Below you shimmers an expanse of clear blue water as the wind blows through your hair. Your hands thread through the long white mane of the winged horse you are currently sitting astride as you glide through the air. When your steed dips down, allowing her wing to skim along the water’s surface, you feel the cool flecks of water upon your cheeks.

You are completely oblivious to the storm that roils in bed beside you. That is, until, a soft and trembling hand finds its way to your thigh. Slowly, you are pulled from your dream, feeling the warm and wet touch of lips to your shoulder.

“Mmm…hey love,” you murmur, voice rusty. The ghoulette behind you, your brand new girlfriend, whimpers and squeezes your leg. The two of you had only just started to sleep in the same bed after deciding to take your relationship slow and you are slightly stunned at this new wakeup technique.

“Fuck, baby,” Cumulus whines in your ear before swiping her tongue along the length of your neck. It knocks the breath from your lungs and you remain paralyzed on your side, waiting for her next move. Her tail moves beneath the duvet to curl around your thigh, replacing her hand, the spade sliding along the soft inner skin. 

“Cumul–” your words are cut off from the way her hand slips under your sleep shirt, fingertips brushing at the underside of your breast. “Cumulus, what are you doing?”

“Need you,” she breathes and your thighs clench together as she thumbs at your nipple. “Need to be filled up. I-I tried taking care of it while you were asleep. Got off three times and everything but,” briefly she takes your earlobe in between her teeth before relinquishing it, “I need more.”

Oh. You had heard about the ghouls having these cycles and Cumulus briefly mentioned it - what she called her heat - in passing. But Satanas, what were you supposed to do? The two of you had barely made it to second base before this. How were you going to give your love what she needed?

Cirrus.

“Lus,” you say, carefully turning to face her. What you see takes your breath away - her pupils are blown, face flushed, and lips bleeding. You briefly entertain the image of her biting at her bottom lip in an attempt to keep quiet as she fucked herself with her own fingers in bed next to you. Now you’re the one blushing and when your tongue runs along your own bottom lip as if to taste what was on hers, Cumulus’ eyes widen and a soft whine leaves her. Fucking hell, you think. Yeah, the two of you wanted to be romantic and take this whole thing slow but you’ve never wanted her more than in this moment.

Focus.

“Lus,” you start again, voice more firm. “I’m going to get Cirrus to help.”

She nods, although you’re not sure if she’s even realizing what you’re saying. Gently, and trying not to touch her and incite anything, you pry yourself from her grip and slide out of bed. Being able to fully see your form - the tattered and soft Ghost shirt you wore to bed last night and the underwear beneath it - causes Cumulus’ breathing to become heavier and you can see her hips flexing forwards underneath the covers.

“Don’t go,” she cries out, looking desperate, “please I need you.”

Your heart clenches.

“I know, love. But I can’t do this on my own okay? I promise I’ll be right back.”

You can’t look at her as you walk to the door and exit her quarters. When you shut the door behind you, you take a heaving breath.

“Oh ho ho, someone’s in for a wild ride,”

To your left, Dewdrop saunters down the hall in his pajama pants carrying a mug of coffee, smirk twisting his face.

“Wha-”

“You stink of her. Thought you two were being all cutesy and Victorian and not seeing each other naked until the wedding night.”

“Ha ha,” you growl, running your hand over your face. “Listen, which room is Cirrus’?”

His eyebrows rocket upwards as he takes a sip of his drink.

“One ghoulette not enough for you?”

“No,” you say emphatically, “I need…help.”

Dew tips his head back and laughs, a couple strands of blonde hair escaping from his bun.

“Oh man you’re really in for it. Down the hall and around the corner, first door on the left. I’ll keep you in my thoughts,” he says, winking as he passes. “Nice bloomers,” he throws over his shoulder before disappearing.

Shithead.

Tugging the hem of your shirt down over your ass, you skitter over to the necessary door and take a deep breath before knocking. Please, please, please, you plead, hands wringing, please open the door.

Satanas, it appears, does answer prayers.

When Cirrus opens the door you choke on your own spit inelegantly. She’s wearing a pair of silky black sleep shorts and a lacy bralette that hides…well…nothing. 

“Hey doll,” her voice is low and she reaches up to throw her dark hair over her shoulder and stifle a yawn. “You’re up early.”

“Cumulus is in heat,” you blurt out.

“Oh?” Cirrus’ lips curl into the same grin Dewdrop had but when she sees the clear panic on your face the smile drops. “Oh.”

“She’s…I don’t know what to do. She wants me to…is she in pain?”

Silently, Cirrus ushers you backwards and exits her room, shutting the door behind her. She’s already striding down the hall on long legs and you trail behind her nervously. When she opens the door to Cumulus’ room she nearly doubles over and takes a heaving deep breath.

“Goddamn yeah that’s a heat,” Cirrus exhales, shaking her head. “Lulu? Honey?”

Cumulus makes a sad little noise from the bed and your heart clenches. How the fuck were you going to help her?

“Here,” she peeps. She’s no longer under the covers and no longer wearing anything. Your hand jerks at your side as if you should cover your gaze and when Cirrus sees you flinch, she smiles.

“You two haven’t fucked yet have you?”

Cumulus keens and writhes on the bed, causing your jaw to fall open.

“No. We were…we were taking it slow. But I want to help her. I need to help her, I can’t leave her like this.”

“Good girl,” Cirrus purrs, and you gasp at the gush of wetness that comes out of you. Cirrus’ eyes dart to the juncture of your thighs and she grins. Walking further into the room, she goes over to Cumulus’ nightstand and opens it, rifling through the contents of the drawer. She makes a triumphant noise and slaps a large, a very large dildo with an interesting bulbous hook on the end onto the bed.

“Now where the fuck did she put the remote,” you hear her growl under her breath as she continues to sift through what you now know is Cumulus’ toy drawer. Cumulus groans, and immediately you’re by her side, hand gently on her calf. You knew she was beautiful, fuck, the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen but like this she’s…radiant. Her curves undulate with her movements, breasts bouncing. Between her legs, her white curls are sopping wet as she drips onto the duvet. Your mouth goes dry and suddenly you really wish Cirrus would hurry the fuck up.

“Got it,” Cirrus says a few seconds later and you let out an exhale of relief. “Alright you. Strip.”

Dumbly, you point your finger to your chest and she gives you a look.

“Yes you.”

The eyes of both ghoulettes are on you as you tentatively slip your shirt up and over your head, flinging it to the floor. When you slide your underwear down both Cumulus and Cirrus inhale sharply, with the latter closing her eyes as if to regain her composure.

“Baby you’re beautiful,” Cumulus sighs, fingers cupping her breast and teasing the nipple, hips working in little circles. “So beautiful.”

You blush and look at your feet. This isn’t how you wanted this to go, you wanted to give Cumulus the romance she deserved but. Well. Here you are.

“Sit on the bed for me?” Cirrus says, jerking you back into the present. “And spread your legs.”

You hop on the end of the bed and with some hesitation spread your legs. Cirrus has the toy in her hand and smiles, causing your clit to throb.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, a single clawed finger tracing down your belly and through the curls between your legs. “She’s nice and wet for you Lulu.”

Cumulus lets out something between a giggle and a shriek.

“That’s…that’s my girl,” she breathes, and you don’t have to be looking at her to know she’s beaming. Cirrus, in the meantime, is idly applying lube to the bulbous end of the dildo as she stares between your legs. Finally she reaches down, spreading you apart and taking the rounded end, and presses it against your cunt. You jump at her touch and your jaw hangs as she slowly pushes your end of the dildo in. The thick intrusion has drool pooling in the corners of your mouth.

“Pretty little pussy, too,” Cirrus says with a grin. “Maybe you’ll be nice and share her afterwards.”

“Mmm…yes,” Cumulus practically sings, “would you like that, baby?”

You barely have time to let out an affirmative moan before Cirrus pulls you up and arranges you on your knees in between your lover’s legs. When Cumulus sees the thick length jutting out from you she lets out a euphoric laugh. She looks so…so…divine. So fucking gorgeous. Breaking from Cirrus’ grip you push forwards to slot your lips against Cumulus’. Her hands are in your hair instantly as you lick into her, one hand cupping her inflamed cheek. You don’t even notice as Cirrus settles into a chair in the corner, watching the two of you with narrowed, intrigued eyes. Cumulus pulls you from her lips for a moment and you take the opportunity to latch onto her neck, littering her decolletage with purple bruises. The dildo is stretching you wonderfully as your lips trail down to her breasts.

“Mmm fuck honey, you gonna suck my tits?”

You’ve never heard Cumulus be so vulgar before and you clench around the toy inside you. Rather than answer, you swipe your tongue over her nipple and suckle at the bud while her claws scratch at your scalp. She whines when you pull off one but when you latch onto the other breast, teeth grazing her nipple she’s purring again. Your hips jerk upwards, the tip of the dildo brushing at her entrance and she cries out.

“Need you, need you, need you,” she chants, pulling your face back up to her until your mouths are a breath away. “Need you inside me, fuck, wanna watch you cum.”

“This isn’t about me,” you breathe with a smile, kissing her gently.

“No,” Cirrus says from her corner, causing you to jump. You had forgotten she was even in the room. “It’s not, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to forget about you.”

In her right hand she holds something up.

The remote.

With a flick of her thumb you choke out a whine. The end of the dildo inside of you begins vibrating steadily, reverberating against your clit and suddenly you’re filled with the need to fuck your girlfriend now. Shaking, you pull back onto your knees and spread Cumulus apart, making her keen beneath you, murmuring something over and over you can’t hear. She’s so fucking wet and you can’t bring yourself to tease her any longer. Slowly you fill her, the tension in her body slipping away as you bury yourself to the hilt inside her. You pause with a heavy exhale, hunched over her and hair hanging in your face when the vibrations inside you increase.

“Go on, pretty girl,” Cirrus commands from her throne, “fuck her.”

You nod vigorously, not needing to be told twice as you pull out and slam back into her. Cumulus’ hands are on you, fingers clawing at your hips as you rut into her dripping cunt, driving yourself deeper and deeper every time. Suddenly inspired, you sit back and pick Cumulus’ legs up to place them heavy on your shoulders. Cirrus actually lets out a laugh and claps as you pump into the ghoulette beneath you. To award you for your initiative, Cirrus ratchets up the vibrations to the highest they’ll go and you’re panting as you grip your lover’s ankles. When Cumulus’ moans become pitchy, you know you’ve hit the right spot and a smile cracks your face even as sweat drips down your temples. 

“Gonna make you cum,” you say, looking at Cumulus with a cocky grin, “gonna make you fucking soak the sheets.”

Cirrus is saying something to you, something lewd you think, but when the vibrations hit your swollen clit just right you cum with a shout, hips continuing to jerk violently. When Cumulus cums her scream is exaltant, meeting you thrust for thrust as she drenches the bedcovers. You don’t even notice the vibrations have stopped as you continue to push into her until firm hands on your shoulders still you. With something between a sigh and a sob, you pull out and lean back into Cirrus’ embrace, eyes sliding shut.

“Good girl,” she murmurs, pushing your sweaty hair aside to place a kiss on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. “You did so well. Look at her. You both look so beautiful.”

Cumulus is beneath you, looking up at you as if you hung the moon. Weakly, she reaches up to beckon you to her, a beatific expression on her face. Angelic, you would say if you didn’t know any better. Gently, Cirrus reaches around you and eases the dildo out of you before guiding you backwards and off the bed.

“Come on, pet,” Cirrus brings you to the side of the bed and pulls the covers back. Cumulus shifts over and finagles herself under the sheets, welcoming you into her embrace. Her temperature is back to being blissfully cool and she pulls you in.

“How do you feel?” you ask, still slightly out of breath, fingers toying with one of her white curls.

“Better. For now. Thank you, my love.”

Cirrus watches the two of you silently before lightly clearing her throat.

“Rest well, lovebirds,” she says with a smile, leaning down to kiss you on the forehead, then Cumulus before whispering in your ear, “You’re a keeper.”

“Thanks, coach,” you grin sleepily and she briefly scratches at your scalp with fondness.

She slips out the door and the two of you are left to catch your breath. When you sigh contentedly, your girlfriend turns to you.

“You didn’t hear what I said earlier, did you?”

You frown slightly and open your eyes.

“No I…I don’t think so. I was kind of caught up in the uh…moment.”

She giggles and reaches a hand up to trace your features.

“I’ll repeat myself then. I love you.”

She loves you. She loves you.

“You what?” you say stupidly, and she snorts and places her thumb firm on your bottom lip.

“You heard me. Now be a lamb and say it back.”

You don’t need to be told twice. When you dream of the water again, she is with you.

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A his res and hi def Meliora cover, sized for cell phone background for those who missed it a few years ago.