Heard My Name 🙋 Here’s My Lil Twat Waffle

oh boi... little assholes

Ok, ok. Jus’ thought about this for a bit and came to the conclusion that it’s basically another limb for them.

They’re crazy strong and can pick things up without any strain. Let’s say— Mountains in the greenhouse, just working away doing his own thing. He has three pots left to be planted, but only two hands. Whatever shall he do? He carries two with his hands, and the other with his tail. Easy peasy!

On the wavelength of them being strong, they definitely use them in fights and.. other situations— On one instance, Dew was tackled by one of the other ghouls without any warning once so ever. Without a thought, he thumped the spade of his tail against the mystery ghoul’s head— knocking them out.. So in conclusion, ✨weapon✨

As mentioned in many headcannons and fics by other talented people, they wrap their tails together as if they were holding hands. BUT DID YA’ THINK ABOUT THIS??? They have nerves though their tails kinda like the Na’vi from avatar. Basically connecting themselves on a spiritual level, y’know?

Maybe I’m thinking too much into this, but you lmk!

How much can a ghoul control their tail?

SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME

I need requests, BAD. My writers brain is telling me to pour my heart out, but I have no prompts. NO IDEAS. Head empty, no thoughts. Dirty, fluffy, angsty- I don’t care, my noggin is thirsty and it needs to be watered with the ideas.

“Eager” FTM!Rain/Aether

Kinktober day 2: tit-fucking

This was kinda hard for my sleep deprived brain so write, sorry it’s short 🙏

“Let-Let me fuck ‘em- Please, Droplet?”

Aether couldn’t lie, he’d been hard since he watched Rain delicately slide on his stage wear, but what made it all worse was his tits. The way they were barely noticeable when he wore his uniform, the only way you’d ever know they were there is if you grabbed them. It drove him insane.

On stage, he couldn’t help but be all over Rain. Tucking his face into Rain’s neck, feeling him up whenever he could- grazing his hands over his chest, trying to grab and feel. He earned a few hums and soft moans, only fueling his arousal.

As soon as the final bows ended, he drug Rain off stage and into one of the empty dressing rooms. He slammed the door shut, pinning Rain against it. “Aeth- What are you-“ He was quickly cut off by Aether’s lips smashing into his, their masks bumping together. Aether pulled back, ripping his mask off with Rain following in suit.

Aether’s hands immediately found the buttons of the water ghouls shirt, ripping it open and attaching onto his neck. “Fuck- Aeth, why so eager?” Rain questioned, threading his clawed fingers into Aether’s dark hair. “Let- Let me fuck ‘em- Please, Raincloud?” He was confused until the quint groped at his chest, selfish hands squeezing and twisting.

He let out a shaky breath and nodded, slowly sliding down onto his knees. “Shit, yeah-“ Rain quickly undid Aether’s zipper, pulling out his steadily leaking cock and giving him a few strokes. He brought his hand back and pushed his arms together, accentuating his little tits.

Aether Immediately got to work, fitting his cock between them and greedily rolling his hips. His head rolled back as he groaned through gritted teeth. “Must’ve needed it, huh? Needed to fuck my tits?” Rain teased, cold fingers going up to massage at Aether’s balls. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“Yeah, needed it- fuck- bad.” His pace faltered, coming dangerously close to the edge. “Cum on ‘em, make ‘em all pretty.” And that he did. Painting Rain’s chest with hot, white ropes. Panting, he admired his work, running two fingers through the mess and around a perky nipple. Rain gasped, pushing up into Aether’s touch.

He chuckled, kneeling down and buttoning the water ghouls shirt back up. “Why are you.. What are you..” He cringed at the feeling of the fabric clinging to his overly sensitive skin.

“Everyone will know that you’re mine. You’re gonna smell like me for weeks.”

Those words kept replaying in his head, and he was sure he was soaking through his pants.

Stuff for the Soul

I’ve seen some talk of this, and I’d like to join in. We all know that going on tour for months at a time can be exhausting. The ghouls are all drained and feel distant from their elements, so take my thoughts my darlings 🤲

Mountain bolts off of the bus and straight into the forest that surrounds the abbey. He’ll stay there for a few days, not a word is heard from him. Eventually, he returns covered in the earth with a dopey smile on his face. He’s covered in dirt from head to toe, sticks and leaves are knitted into his messy hair, and in desperate need of a bath.

You’ll find Rain at the bottom of the lake, completely naked, taking a needed nap or out in a storm. No one notices he’s gone until he comes back soaked after the storm has calmed, or he shows up with a few pieces of seaweed scattered across him.

Dew and Sunny will stay outside all day. Basking in the suns rays until it serves no more pleasure. When that does happen, they’ll start a fire in the common area and curl up together in the fire. The next morning they’ll be covered in ash, yawning and stretching as they crawl out from the fireplace.

Our lovely air ladies have to wait a little before having their full recharge. They can get some energy by enjoying the cool breeze of the day, but really get recharged when there’s a storm. A weather announcement will pop up on the tv and before you register it, they’re out the door. They all bathe and take care of each other afterwards, cuddling up into one of their beds and enjoying the rest of their night.

Now what do Swiss and our quint baby do? All of the other ghouls are recharged and full of energy, and they’re left tired and exhausted. They plan an annual after ritual cuddle fuck party in the common area and drag the two there. They’ll pull them down and get them comfortable. Swiss will be situated with Dew and the girls, meanwhile Phantom is squished between Rain and Mountain. The left over energy from the rest of the ghouls pour out of them, feeding into the their own. Within an hour, they’re both purring messes, finally getting what they needed.

THIS^^

My favorite things about the ghouls in fanfics:

- different personal shaped horns

- split tongues

-blushing in their signature colour/ skin/ eye colour in their s.c.

- sleeping in cuddle piles

- detailed description of scents

-said it once I’ll say it again. tails (also neat if they are personalised Like c‘mon)

- the way rain is written in a different way in basically every fanfic

-the ghoulettes. No matter what they do, just gotta love em

-the way theyre smoking pot in so many fics (bonus points if mountain grew it in his garden)

- purring/ growling

Edit:

-water ghouls having gills ofc ofc

-top surgery scars

-Sodo having small water characteristics left from before the transformation

Feel free to add on

I CANNOT BREATHE.

Tonight You’re Mine

From the kissy prompts: almost kisses interrupted by a third party (don’t forget to send me any ideas - happy to give it a try!)

On AO3 or below:

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Cirrus had the new ghoul cornered, hemmed in by Cumulus and herself, blocking his exit from the too-small dressing room he’d found himself in accidentally after the show, mistaking the door for the ghoul’s room, he’s inadvertently walked into a lion(ess)‘s den.

“Oh, look what we have here, Cir.” Cumulus laughs, bubbly but dripping with sarcastic edge.

“I see that…. It seems there’s a cock in the henhouse!” She flashes her fangs at Phantom as he blushes seven shades of lavender, hands up protectively, apologetic.

“M’sorry… couldn’t see… with… helmet. All the doors look the same.” He mutters, tripping over his words.

“I don’t know, Cumulus, I think he just wanted to catch us changing..” Cirrus coos.

“Awh, is that what you wanted, baby? You wanted to see what we got going on in here? We can help with that, of course… why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you something…” Cumulus purrs.

Phantom’s hair stands on end as his skin tingles, his brain warning him of the danger he is in. A fly in the spider’s web. The girls reeling him in as he tries to make his escape, finding himself caught in their grasp.

Before he can think, the girls have him pinned on the couch, mask off, Cumulus sitting on his lap, holding his vest by the arm holes and pulling him to her chest, pushing his face into her cleavage, shimmying to really bury him in between her breasts…

Cirrus laughs as Phantom emerges breathless and nearly purple at the points of his ears, sitting behind him holding him as he squirms, clearly embarrassed and unsure of the next move from the girls. His black hair mussed and his eyes wide, pupils blown.

Cirrus cards her claws through his wavy hair and pulls his head back leaning forward to run her fangs along his neck, up to his mouth, ready to press a hard kiss to his soft lips as he whines.

Just as she leans in, the dressing room door slams open and Swiss sticks his head in, a hand covering his eyes, but openly peeking between his fingers, “Heyyy ladies - have you seen our newbie?? I lost him somewhere…”

A pillow from the filthy couch comes sailing at Swiss as a muffled yelp echoes around the small room.

Phantom emerges from the ghoul pile on the sofa, looking extremely ruffled, shirt undone and hair sticking up everywhere.

“Ah, you found him! Great! Do you mind if I borrow him back?” Swiss teases, stepping into the room to escort Phantom out, looking him up and down, admiring the red lipstick on his throat from Cirrus.

“Ah, spoiled all our fun, Swissy.. come see us later - we’ll let you finish what he started..” Cirrus teases, snapping her teeth at Swiss.

“Wouldn’t miss it, ladies - it’s always a good time.” He says as he shuts the door.

Once back in the hall, Swiss grabs Phantom by the vest and pushes him up against the wall, nosing into his neck, scenting him… Warm golden eyes meeting lavender, Swiss leans in, whispering in Phantom’s ear…

“Couldn’t let them kiss you before I do…. Tonight, you’re mine.”

Nightrider Lily.

Listen- you expect me not to write about somewhat fresh water!Dew and Aether after reading that? Anyways enjoy this minor shitpost of Aether being a little jealous <3

tw: ghouls eat humans, suggestive to an extent, excessive descriptions of blood/flesh/murder, paranoia warning(?)

It was rare that he got jealous like this. It almost never happened, but here he was, standing in the kitchen watching Dew and Swiss cuddling on the couch. The way Dew would giggle every now and then made his stomach curl in an unpleasant way. It made him want to throw up the dinner Mountain had prepared a few hours before. He wanted Dew to be all his. Only his to touch and admire, but he just couldn’t find a way to bring it up with Dew.

He knew Dew loved him, and that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, but it wasn’t enough for him. Their bond just wasn't strong enough, he needed closure. He needed more, but Dew was still relatively new and learning about the surface. There were still some things he’d yet to discover, and Aether definitely didn’t want to push anything unfamiliar on the water ghoul. A grin slowly made its way onto the quint’s lips at a brilliant idea that popped into his head. What was Dew’s favorite thing to do so far?

Hunt.

The tiny ghoul loved chasing down the random, unwelcomed humans in the Ministry’s forest. He could smell their fear and worries from miles away, it simply made his mouth water. The scream as he pounced on the unsuspecting human, sinking his teeth into their bitter flesh made his own crowd with goosebumps. He loved the way their warm, thick blood coated his mouth. The homey irony taste brought him an odd sense of comfort. It was perfect.

Aether kept his sight glued to the water ghoul for the next few days, watching his every move, just waiting for the slight change in his eyes. The feral glint in his eyes when he smelled a human lurking. He was going to give up, let himself be overtaken by the growing feeling in his gut, until he saw it. The way Dew poked up from the couch, eyes wide and hungry looking, he decided now was the time to strike. He sits down his mug and casually trolls over towards the ghoul.

“Smell that? Bet it makes your mouth water.” Dew frantically nods his head which makes Aether chuckle. “Wanna go get ‘em?” Dew’s never gotten up quicker from his seat, rushing towards the door. “Wait.” Dew stops dead in his tracks, slowly turning back to the quint. “Together, me and you.” Dew impatiently whined. “Then why are we still standing here? I don’t want them to escape.” Dew gave his best pouty face, crossing his arms for extra effect. “They won’t escape, I won’t let them.” He grabs the water ghoul’s hand and pulls him outside.

Dew takes off, sprinting into the forest, Aether following close behind him. The quint somehow managed to lose track of Dew, but he was already so deep into the hunt that it fogged up his mind. The scent of a terrified human was persistent around him. He hid away in a bush, concealing himself in the dark shadow of leaves. He held his breath at the sight of the human. It was a woman, maybe in her late twenties. Soft blonde hair laid gently on her fair skin, terrified blue eyes attentive to her surroundings. She was perfect for his Dew, absolutely beautiful, no doubt she tasted beautifully too. He crept out of the bush, sneaking up behind the trembling woman.

Dew was searching frantically, he was frustrated. He kept losing the scent, unable to sense the human roaming around. He growled in anger, but stopped at the sound of a blood curdling scream. He ran as fast as his legs would let him in the direction of that beautiful sound which he craved. He pushed his way past the towering trees and thick bushes, he spotted Aether crouching beside the lifeless body. “Aww, no fair. You got to have all the fun.” He pouted again, turning away from the scene in front of him. He almost turned back at the sudden sound of movement behind him, but chose to ignore it, being slightly agitated that his mate didn’t wait for him.

Aether leaned down to the woman's neck, licking up the sweetly bitter taste of sweat, then sinking his sharp fangs into the sheer skin. He fed on the woman, almost forgetting why he was there to begin with. He filled his mouth with the syrupy liquid that once pumped through her now numbing body and pulled away. He hummed and stood, pivoting on his heels. The earth crunched and crumbled as he walked towards the water ghoul who was still pouting. The quint's hands moved to grip onto the smaller ghouls thin waist, making him yelp in surprise. Aether spun Dew around, locking eyes with the smaller ghoul.

Dew couldn’t deny the arousal of having the blood covered quint towering over him, looking down at him with such a feral look in his eyes. Almost as if he could devour him at any second, and satan below Aether wanted to, but he put that aside for another day. Aether leaned in, smashing their lips together. His tongue pushed its way past Dew’s lips, the honey-like substance he held in his mouth now flowing into Dew’s. Dew groaned, finally his thirst being fulfilled after so long. Waves of pure lust rolled off of the two, low growls and whines suffocating the air. Neither of them could pull away, completely hypnotized by the other.

Aether was the first to pull away, looking down at the mess he'd created of the ghoul. Pupils blown as he was gasping for air, a mixed drop of blood and saliva rolling down his chin. Aether chuckled, giving a tight squeeze to his waist before leaning down to the ghouls ear. His tongue traced the curve of Dew’s ear, voice thick and low. “Mine. Only mine.” He growled, pulling the ghoul closer. “Yours, all yours.”

So basically 1046 words about Aether tongue fucking blood into Dew’s mouth, thats it :)

literally anything swiss x reader !!! (please)

I'm sorry this took so long, but is that another Swiss lover I see? I have just the thing for you. A taste of hurt/comfort for you my dear.

CW: descriptions of panicking, overthinking, passing out.

Reader is a ghoul because I said so ☝️

“I’ve Got You.”

You didn’t hate Swiss, you never did, but the day you were summoned and you saw that overly enthusiastic grin, you decided to avoid him like the plague. Yet, somehow, he always found his way to you. Obnoxiously breaking down those walls you oh so carefully built up, trying to get past that fiery attitude you always held. He adored the way you reacted to his antics. The way you’d growl and snarl at him until you’d just give up, giving him a harsh punch to the arm. The way your face flushed with anger and your spaded tail flicking behind you as you yell at him to “just go away”.

He wouldn’t give up. He needed to break you, to try and find the softest part of you that you’d buried away for no one to see.

And this didn’t go unnoticed by the pack, far from it, they got involved on multiple occasions. One ghoul having to hold you back from ripping his face off, another ushering Swiss away so they could calm you down. All because of a small comment on your hair that morning, how it looked nice. He was nice to you, yeah he teased you a lot, but there was never any venom behind it. You didn’t know why you got so pissed off the sudden compliments or his dopey smile. You don’t know why you reacted the way you did when he spoke to you. Maybe you really did hate him-

-or maybe you were afraid of loving him.

Ever since that thought popped up, you haven’t been able to sleep. Laying restlessly in your bed, staring up at the ceiling and pondering about the unforeseen fear. Angry and confused tears gather in your eyes, making the different colors of your room blend together. You tried your best to not let them fall, not to let your composure fall, but you failed. Over and over, giving into the overwhelming thoughts and fears at night. You were drowning, unable to breathe. Eventually you gave up, finding yelling and screaming exhausting whenever he came around to tease you. You would just stand there with a dead expression, and he noticed.

He noticed your tired eyes and the sorrowful tone in your voice when you spoke, and it worried him. Did he cause this? Something in him changed, he stopped. He stopped making sly comments and gestures, just a casual “hello” whenever he came in contact with you. This confuses you, deepening your current state. The dark circles under your eyes darkened in color and your skin was paler than usual. You’d lost your spark, and he noticed. He noticed everything. He had a suspicion that things wouldn’t end well for you if this kept on any longer, and he couldn’t have been any more right.

Practice was only getting worse, wearing you down layer by layer. One day it was especially rough, you’d barely gotten through it with a few mistakes here and there. No one noticed, no one except him. When everyone was dismissed, it was just you and him in the almost soundproof room. You were struggling to stay upright, swaying back and forth. Your restless nights and horrid habits were catching up to you at the worst possible time. He noticed. With worried eyes, he watched. He watched as you struggled to pack up your instrument and notes, the obvious tremble in your hands making it hard to do so.

“y/n, are you alright? You seem a bit… shaken up.” He asked, cautiously making his way towards you in small steps. You could only turn and nod your head, which made you dizzy. You held your head in one hand, trying to calm yourself down. “I’m fine.” He was close now, you started to panic. “Are you sure you’re fine? You don’t look fine.” Your breathing picked up and that familiar feeling of drowning came back to you. Before you could even register it, your legs gave out beneath you, but you didn’t hit the ground. Instead, a pair of warm arms wrapped around you. “You’re alright, I’ve got you.”

When did your room get so warm? The some-what familiar scent of cedar and whiskey, and maybe a hint of weed, gently washed over you. You shot up from your sleep, looking around at your surroundings. This wasn’t your room, far from it. The sound of a door opening and the light shuffle of feet caught your attention. When you looked towards the door, your frightened eyes were met with Swiss’ own wide ones. He was holding two mugs, steam flowing up and into the atmosphere of the room. He quickly shut the door and hurried to your side, sitting the mugs on his side table.

“You feeling better?” Swiss questioned, taking his place beside you on the edge of the bed. You nodded and he rubbed your head, being careful of your horns. You were sore and confused, so confused. “What happened.. The last thing I remember is being in practice.” The ghoul in front of you sighed and shifted his position. “You blacked out, luckily I was there to catch you before you hit the ground.” You looked down at your hands in your lap, giving a small “oh”. He took your hands into his, they were warm and calloused presumably from his guitar wearing them down. “Why didn’t you tell any of us you were struggling?”

You couldn’t keep back the sob that ripped its way though your throat. “I-I try so hard to be strong, I really do, but you- I-“ Is all you somehow managed between heavy sobs, and he somewhat understood. He pulled you into a tight embrace, running a soothing hand up and down your back. “You are. You’re so strong, but what’s got you breaking like this?” Swiss’ voice was right in your ear, which in turn made you sob harder. “Y-You. Satanas, it’s always been you.” His breath hitched in his throat and his hand stopped. “Oh. I’m so sorry- I’ve tried to stop teasing and bothering you. I-I knew it was me, you should leave-“

You cut him off, pulling back and furiously shaking your head. “Swiss, no- you don’t get it.“ He put both hands on your shoulders, golden eyes staring into your own. “Then help me understand. How do I help you?” Another sob came through you, this time gentler than the last. “The sly compliments and teasing- your voice, your signature grin, your eyes- I love it all, I love you. I’m so scared to love you, I’m scared to love anyone..” He put a hand on your neck and pulled you close again, his clawed finger tips tangling into your hair. There was a silence, a short one that felt like an eternity.

“I understand, and I love you too. So much. It’ll take some time, but you’ll learn to love again. I promise I’ll be here every step of the way, you’ll never be alone again.” You nodded and let yourself melt into his hold, the heavy feeling of fear disappearing. The two of you sat like this for a while, barely moving an inch. The comfortable silence was broken by the multi ghoul. “I’m gonna let go for a second, ok?” You hummed and pulled away, sleep tugging at your eyelids. Your eyes followed him as he laid back against the mount of pillows on his bed. He opened his arms and tilted his head, signaling you over.

You hesitantly accepted, situating yourself on his chest. He gently wrapped his arms around your form, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. Before you knew it, you were a puddle of ghoul in his arms, lightly purring at his heartbeat. He chuffed out a laugh, making his chest bounce slightly. “You just needed some love, sweetheart, and I’m here to give it ya’ whenever you need it.” A small smile crept onto your lips and you nodded.

The next morning, the ghouls couldn’t figure out why your behavior changed overnight. The day before you were a sack of bones, today you were beaming at anyone you came across. They weren’t complaining, though, they loved this unforeseen part of you. What made them nervous was when Swiss walked into the kitchen, going straight for you. He tapped you on the shoulder and smiled at you as you turned around to face him. A few ghouls gasped from the distant living room when he opened his arms to you, suggesting a hug, which you hesitantly, but happily, accepted.

They were confused, so confused, but happy. Happy for you, happy for Swiss, and happy that they didn’t have to deal with y’all’s shit anymore.

Again, sorry this took a bit and that it’s kinda sucky, I wrote the majority of this sleep deprived. I hope you enjoy it though <3