Gloom (dewedup) here, I’m 28 and my pronouns are she/her. My Ghost hyperfixation is REAL and I am unhinged and unwell.
I love music, writing, reading, and just chill vibes in general. This is probably the only time you’ll see me typing properly (aside from my written works) as I thrive on chaos and I find ignoring proper capitalization super cool.
Certified Tag Gremlin™️
You can find my writing either in the #gloom writes tag or on my AO3.
That being said, this is an 18+ blog, most, if not all, of my works/posts are NSFW.
I’m always looking to make new friends, so don’t be shy to send me a message or ask!
I’ll gladly accept any requests or head canons that are itching your brain and try to bring them to fruition, my ask box is always open!
Is it too late to request #42? With Mountain and....whoever you like.
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great minds think alike 😈 so @mac-and-thefox and @amara-among-the-stars this is for you both! i hope you guys enjoy it 🤗
⁴²⁾ “let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”
mountain/swiss/dew, somno, wax play
Dew awakes and groans at the sensation of something trying to suck the soul from his body through his dick. He cracks an eye open, tilting his head down to see Swiss staring up at him from underneath his lashes, mouth wrapped prettily around his cock. He groans again, tossing his head back and melting into his pillow as the multi ghoul continues his ministrations.
“Switchblade,” Dew moans, squeezing his eyes shut as he wills his brain to jump into full consciousness, the threads of sleep still trying to tie him down. Swiss hums encouragingly, taking his time bobbing up and down on the dick he coaxed into an erection with soft touches and his warm tongue.
A choked gasp leaves Dew as a stray hand finds its way to his balls, fondling them in tandem with the movements of the warmth sliding over his shaft. His hips punch up to follow the receding mouth, but strong hands find their way to his hips, pinning him down so that Swiss can continue at his own pace.
“C’mere,” Dew pleads, making grabby hands at the ghoul who pulls their mouth from his dick with a soft pop. Swiss leans forward, letting Dew bury his hands in his hair, dragging him up his body until their mouths meet. He licks into Swiss slowly, taking his time to explore every crevice of his mouth, tasting himself on the ghoul’s tongue.
Lightening sparks outside the window, bright enough to sneak through the crack of the curtain and Dew trills at the sight.
He loves a good storm.
The sound of the rain pelting against the window soothes his body as he continues to make out lazily with the warm body above him. Thunder crashes and he finds that he would love nothing more than to just stay in this bed all day. He says as much out loud when Swiss pulls back to pepper some kisses down his neck. He feels lips pause on his neck for a second, can basically hear the thoughts running through Swiss’ head as he processes the pillow talk Dew had unthinkingly whispered into the dark room, only being illuminated by the red candlesticks on the dresser and the flashes of lightening.
“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed,” Swiss murmurs, kissing and nipping lightly at Dew’s throat before he sits back, settling on Dew’s thighs as he reaches for the bedside table and grabs his phone.
Dew chirps in a questioning manner, pushing up on his elbows to get closer to Swiss to see what he’s doing, but Swiss places a hand on his chest, pushing him back into the bed.
“What the fuck,” Dew protests without any real bite, but doesn’t mind the position, resuming the task of trying to become one with his pillow. His eyes are sliding shut as Swiss stares at the screen, waiting for something. He’s just about to fall back asleep when Swiss grinds his ass into Dew’s still hard cock, jerking him back awake before he can drift off.
“I called in backup,” Swiss elaborates, shifting his hips again to keep Dew’s attention. Dew barely registers the words, groaning as he reaches up to pull Swiss back down by the shoulders, slotting their lips together again as he starts slowly grinding up into the multi ghoul.
Dew’s barely paying attention to anything else as he watches Swiss raise himself up, reaching blindly below himself to grasp Dew’s cock and put it in the correct position. It’s like his favourite movie, Dew could watch the way Swiss slowly slides down his dick for hours, on repeat, and would never get tired of the way he screws his face up slightly until he finally sits flush against Dew’s pelvis. He doesn’t hear the door open, doesn’t see the other ghoul sneak in, until a movement out of the corner of his eyes draws his gaze to Mountain.
The earth ghoul is pulling his shirt over his head, watching Dew’s favourite film intently. Dew does a doubletake, turning to stare at the giant hovering by the dresser.
“Remember? I said I called in backup,” Swiss teases, giving his hips a slow roll to accentuate his words. Dew swears under his breath, hands flying up to grab Swiss’ hips as the multi ghoul moves sensually, grinding, rolling, and bouncing on his dick with soft movements. It’s so sweet Dew can feel a cavity starting to form in his molar.
He’s so entranced he doesn’t see Mountain make his way over, doesn’t see the golden glow moving with him until he feels it.
A white-hot burn on his stomach, a hiss leaving Dew’s lips as he jerks in shock. He’s barely recovered from the first touch that the second one feels like a slap in the face. His head whips up to look at Mountain, watching the earth ghoul smirk dangerously, his face illuminated by the red candle stick he holds above Dew.
“Colour?” Mountain asks, and Dew has to concentrate very hard to hear what he says over how fucking turned on he is right now. Swiss doesn’t relent or give him a second to process the words, instead he starts bouncing faster, taking Dew deeper every time he drops his hips. Mountain snaps his fingers, pulling Dew’s attention from where he’s watching himself disappear into Swiss with every movement.
“Fucking green,” Dew hisses, face flushing partly in embarrassment, but mostly due to how utterly wrecked he feels already. He’s almost ashamed of how needy the whine he releases sounds to his own ears as Swiss continues to pick up pace, splitting himself open on Dew’s cock while Mountain teases the candle, tilting it either way but not letting the wax drip again.
Dew stares at the flame intensely, wondering when Mountain’s going to hit him with the burning wax again, the first two drops have already almost cooled, unable to solidify completely with how hot Dew’s body is currently. He groans as Swiss clenches down on him tightly, eyes rolling back into his head as Swiss bucks like it’s the last thing he’ll do.
“Mount,” Swiss gasps out, reaching a hand to start jerking himself off as he continues to impale himself on Dew’s dick. Dew feels his own orgasm within reach, his cock twitching as he fights off the inevitable.
And then it finally happens, a large dollop of wax drops onto the tender surface of his stomach, practically sizzling his skin. Dew shouts hoarsely, coming instantly at the contact. Swiss moans too, painting Dew’s stomach with thick stripes of come. Dew’s so fucking out of it he doesn’t even realize that Mountain’s been jerking himself off this whole time, shuddering loudly as he adds to the mess on Dew’s stomach.
this is my one warning (/lh) please do not decide on 'borealis' for the new ghoulette's (fan)name. we already have 'aurora' and i will call new girl 'boris' out of spite if that happens thank you for coming to my ted talk
