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[kentuckyfriedsatan]

Ghostober Day 2: Facesitting

Pairing: Mountain/Dewdrop

Again thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting this years Kinktober/Ghostober together! The full list is here.

Notes: trans Mountain, terms used: cunt, hole, clit, folds, t-dick

“I want you to sit on my face,” Dew says, his voice steady and direct, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Mountain blinks, choking on his own breath.

“You… want me to do what?”

“You heard me,” Dew presses closer, his body flush against Mountain’s, the heat between them intensifying.

Mischief dances in his eyes, daring Mountain to argue. “I want you to sit on my face.”

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“Oof!” Mountain grunts as Dew tackles him onto the bed, the air rushing from his lungs with the sudden impact. The mattress gives a soft creak under their combined weight, but it’s the breathless laugh that escapes Mountain that fills the room.

“What’s gotten into you, firecracker?” he chuckles, clearly enjoying the rare moment of being manhandled.

Dew’s lips curve into a sly grin, his smaller frame pinning Mountain’s much larger body with surprising force.

“I have an idea…” he purrs, eyes gleaming with wicked intent. Mountain raises a brow, intrigued by the shift in Dew’s demeanor. “…And it’s a sexy one.”

“Oh really? Do tell,” Mountain teases, expecting some playful banter, but not prepared for what comes next.

“I want you to sit on my face,” Dew says, his voice steady and direct, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Mountain blinks, choking on his own breath.

“You… want me to do what?”

“You heard me,” Dew presses closer, his body flush against Mountain’s, the heat between them intensifying.

Mischief dances in his eyes, daring Mountain to argue. “I want you to sit on my face.”

Mountain’s brain short-circuits again for a moment, his mouth opening and closing as he searches for a response.

“But Dew! I’m… ! I could crush you, you’re-”

“Don’t you dare say ‘small’ or ‘fragile!’” Dew snaps, eyes narrowing as smoke puffs from his nostrils in irritation. “I can take it!”

He hates when anyone hints at his size, his insecurities flaring when people underestimate his strength. Mountain lets out a sigh, lifting his hands in surrender.

“Okay, okay! I just don’t want to hurt you. I love you, you know that.”

Dew’s expression softens for a moment, but his smirk never falters. “Then trust me. I can handle all of you.”

Mountain still looks hesitant, his brow furrowed in concern, but his body betrays him. Dew grins knowingly, pressing his palm against Mountain’s still-clothed cunt, eliciting a deep, needy groan. “Come on, Mounty, I can feel how wet you are already. You know I’ll make it good for you.”

Mountain exhales sharply, biting his lip.

“Just promise me you’ll tap out if it’s too much.”

Dew’s smirk grows, his hand slipping down to tease at the waistband of Mountain’s pants, tugging them down with a fluid motion.

“I told you, you don’t need to worry about me.”

In what feels like a heartbeat, both of them are naked, the air between them thick with desire. Dew’s small cock twitches, already leaking precome as he lays sprawled out beneath Mountain, eyes dark with anticipation.

“Ready when you are, Mountain,” Dew practically purrs, voice dripping with excitement. He’s been dreaming about this, craving the weight of Mountain above him for so long now, and the fact that it’s finally happening sends a thrill up his spine.

Still shy, Mountain climbs over him, straddling Dew’s chest. His size makes him feel unsure, like he’s taking up too much space, but Dew only looks up at him with hunger in his eyes.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yesss,” Dew practically hisses, his hips twitching beneath Mountain. “I need you on my face like yesterday.”

Mountain’s breath hitches, and without wasting another second, he positions himself over Dew’s face, his dripping cunt hovering just inches above the fire ghoul’s eager mouth.

“Okay, okay…” he mutters, heart racing as the moment becomes all too real.

Before Mountain can even fully process it, Dew pulls him down with a firm grip on his hips, his tongue instantly lapping at the slick folds with a greedy moan. The sound Dew makes is primal, filthy-like he’s been starving for this. Mountain’s thighs tremble as Dew’s tongue explores every inch of him, licking up the wetness with long, slow strokes that make Mountain’s breath come in ragged gasps.

“Oh fuck,” Mountain groans, his head tilting back as he grips the headboard for balance. Dew’s tongue flicks over his t dick, drawing out a loud, shaky moan from the earth ghoul. Dew’s hands squeeze his hips, urging him to ride his face harder, and Mountain can’t help but grind down, giving Dew exactly what he wants.

Dew’s moans vibrate against Mountain’s cunt as he laps at him with unrelenting hunger, his tongue occasionally dipping lower to tease at Mountain’s entrance. Each flick, each swirl of Dew’s tongue sends sparks of pleasure through Mountain’s body, his thighs quivering as he struggles to keep himself from completely losing control.

But Dew wants more. His hands slide down, spreading Mountain’s cheeks as he shifts his focus lower. His tongue presses against Mountain’s frenulum and finally hole, circling it before pushing inside with a wet, eager sound. Mountain gasps, his body jerking as the sensation of Dew’s tongue inside him makes his head spin.

“Dew-fuck-” he pants, his body trembling above him.

Dew only hums in response, his tongue working its way deeper as his nose nudges against Mountain’s soaked cunt. The combined sensation has Mountain grinding down harder, his hips moving instinctively as pleasure overtakes him. Each time Dew thrusts his tongue into him, Mountain feels like he’s teetering on the edge of losing himself completely.

Dew’s fingers dig into Mountain’s thighs, holding him steady as he devours him with unbridled hunger. The wet, obscene sounds fill the room, mixing with Mountain’s breathless moans. It’s overwhelming, the heat of Dew’s mouth under him, the way his tongue fucks into him so eagerly. Mountain can barely think, can barely breathe, as Dew works him over with expert precision.

“Fuck… Dew…” Mountain groans, his voice ragged, “I- I don’t know how much longer I can-”

Dew’s response is a muffled moan, and he only increases his pace, his tongue pushing deeper, his nose rubbing against Mountain’s clit in perfect rhythm. Mountain’s body tenses, his thighs squeezing around Dew’s head as pleasure builds, threatening to crash over him in waves. His moans grow louder, more desperate, and the friction, the heat, it’s all too much.

“Dew, I’m gonna-fuck!”

As Mountain rides out his orgasm, still grinding against Dew’s eager face, the fire ghoul sneaks a hand down to his own dripping cock. With just a few quick, desperate tugs, Dew comes undone, spilling hot and thick all over himself. The mix of Mountain’s taste and the rush of his own release sends him spiraling into bliss.

When the overstimulation begins to creep in, Mountain’s thighs trembling with the intensity of it, he finally pulls back with a shaky breath. His legs are weak, threatening to give out beneath him, so he carefully moves off of Dew and collapses onto the bed beside his mate. His chest heaves with effort, but there’s a satisfied smile tugging at his lips.

“Thank you, firecracker,” Mountain says, voice sa but slurred from the pleasure, pulling Dewdrop into a slow, deep kiss. His moan is immediate when he tastes himself on Dew’s tongue. Dew melts into the kiss, his body limp with exhaustion but utterly satisfied.

Dew is still floating, his mind hazy and lost in the afterglow, surrounded by Mountain’s scent and taste. He blinks up lazily, a contented grin spreading across his face. “Fuuuccckkk,” is all he manages to mutter, voice dripping with post-orgasmic bliss.

Mountain chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to Dew’s forehead. “Yeah, exactly.”

[madseance]

you see, how you write fiction is you invent a little guy and then you ruin his life. and by "invent" i mean you see him somewhere else, get attached to him, project a bunch of stuff onto him that the original author did not intend, and then abduct rescue him from the environment he's no longer suited for and put him in a new narrative torture chamber. fiction writing is basically this

plus this

thank you

[kentuckyfriedsatan]

//nsfw

Mountain being tied down to the bed with beautiful dark green rope. Throbbing t-dick exposed to the cool air. Swiss pressing a vibrator to it until Mountain is thrashing, screaming and crying, he has come so many times it’s painful. And when he thinks all his begging finally makes Swiss stop, the multi ghoul just grins and dives down to suck him off instead.

Somebody going to write the fic or am I doing it myself?

Read it here hehehe

[kentuckyfriedsatan]

Ghostober Day 6: Creampie

Pairing: Aether/Dewdrop/Rain

Prompts put together by @kroas-adtam! Thank you!

“Doesn’t he look breathtaking like this, Rainy?” Aether makes way to let Rain have an even better view of Dew.

Notes: trans Dewdrop, terms used: dick, cunt, folds, entrance, pussy.

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The night starts off like it always does-drinks, a movie playing softly in the background, and easy conversation. Rain, Aether, and Dewdrop sit close on the couch. Dew is nestled against Aether, their legs are entwined, the easy intimacy of an established couple. Rain is right next to them, close enough to feel their warmth, Dew’s fingers brushing his thigh absently. It’s subtle…at first, casual enough that Rain tells himself it’s just platonic comfort.

But then, Aether takes Dewdrop’s face and pulls him in for a kiss that’s far from innocent. It’s filthy and slow, Dew melts into it, a soft moan escaping his lips. Rain’s breath hitches, he’s trying not to watch too closely, but Dew’s hand inches up his thigh, fingers just a little too close to his crotch for it to be anything other than deliberate. His pulse quickens, heat pooling low in his stomach.

Something’s happening. Something more than the usual laid-back hanging out. And Rain feels himself caught between the tension building in the room and the flood of nervous excitement rising in his chest. Secretly, he’s always been stupidly attracted to both of them. But he’s never had the guts to act on it, he has always been to afraid to cross a line he doesn’t fully understand. So he resigns himself to just watching, trying to control the reaction already stirring in his pants.

Dewdrop breaks the silence first, pulling back from the kiss, his voice playful but laced with intent. “You’ve been watching us all night, Rain. Haven’t you?”

Rain feels his face flush, heat creeping up his neck, but there’s no denying the desire stirring deep inside him. He shifts slightly, aware of how his pants are getting tighter by the second.

“Maybe,” he says, trying to keep his voice light, though it’s shaky. His pulse pounds in his ears, every nerve in his body focused on Dewdrop’s hand still resting dangerously close to his crotch.

Aether’s eyes darken, a slow smile spreading across his face as he pulls Dewdrop even closer, hands possessively gripping his hips.

“Maybe?” he echoes with amusement in his deep voice. “Seems like more than just ‘maybe,’ don’t you think?”

Rain swallows hard, torn between embarrassment and arousal, knowing they can both see right through him. Dewdrop’s hand inches higher, fingertips brushing against Rain’s growing bulge, and Rain has to bite down on a groan that threatens to spill out.

Dewdrop leans in closer, his lips grazing the shell of Rain’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine. “You like watching, don’t you?” Dew’s voice is low, teasing, but there’s a wicked gleam in his eye when he pulls back just enough to look at Rain.

“But we’ve been wondering... maybe you want more than just that?”

Rain’s breath catches, his heart racing at the implication. He can feel the weight of Aether’s gaze, but there’s no pressure, no force. Just an open door, an invitation.

“I-” Rain starts, but words fail him. He doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know how to admit that yes, he’s thought about it, dreamed about it more times than he can count. He’s afraid to break the dynamic they’ve had for so long, but the way Dewdrop is looking at him, and the way Aether’s hand slides possessively over Dew’s thigh, makes him feel like the ground has already shifted beneath them.

Aether chuckles softly, sensing the hesitation, and shifts his attention to Rain, his voice gentler but still thick with desire. “It’s okay, Rain. We’re not pushing anything. If you want this, we want you with us. But if you don’t, we stop. No harm done.” His eyes hold steady on Rain, waiting, always making sure.

Rain’s heart pounds in his chest, the tension between them thick enough to drown in, but the care in Aether’s voice pulls him back from the edge of panic. They want him. Not just for tonight, but in a way that feels real, like he’s not just a curiosity or an afterthought. That knowledge settles deep inside him, easing the last of his doubt.

He nods, almost too eagerly, and stumbles over his words, “I want this. I want you.”

Aether’s smile widens, satisfied, as he leans back, watching Dewdrop’s hand finally move, more deliberate now as his fingers trail over the outline of Rain’s cock through his pants. “Good,” Aether murmurs. “Now sit back and watch how we do things. Then it’s your turn.”

Aether takes his time with Dewdrop, savoring every moment as he works his fingers in and out of him, spreading him open with slow, deliberate thrusts. Dewdrop’s breath is coming in ragged gasps, his body arching into Aether’s touch, hips rolling up to meet each thrust of his fingers. The slick sounds fill the room, and Rain, still seated on the couch, can’t tear his eyes away. Dew’s flushed skin glistens, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Aether draws out every ounce of his need, making him wetter with each passing second. Rain is sure that he rivals him by now.

Aether knows Dewdrop’s body better than anyone. He watches closely, feeling the way Dewdrop’s cunt clenches around his fingers as he curls them just right, hitting that perfect spot inside. Dew moans, his thighs trembling, and Aether pulls his fingers out slowly, savoring the sight of Dew’s pussy fluttering around nothing, desperate for more. He smirks, knowing Dew is ready, but drawing it out just a little longer, mainly to tease Rain.

Dewdrop’s legs are spread wide, knees bent and feet planted firmly on the couch, offering himself up to Aether in that perfect, submissive arch.

Aether, kneeling between Dew’s legs, takes his time, brushing his cock through Dew’s folds, letting the slick heat of Dewdrop’s arousal coat him. Dew gasps as their dicks meet.

But Dewdrop isn’t the only one on edge. Rain is squirming where he still sits on the couch, his own arousal impossible to ignore. His cock is straining painfully against his pants, and he’s positive he’s already soaked through his underwear with precum. He wants-no, needs-to touch himself, to give in to the desire.

Unable to resist any longer, Rain reaches out, his hands brushing over Aether’s broad, muscular back. Aether’s skin is warm under his palms, and Rain’s fingers trail lower, roaming over the tight planes of muscle before squeezing at Aether’s ass. He digs his fingers in, urging Aether forward, silently begging him to stop teasing and fuck Dewdrop already.

Aether lets out a low growl at the touch, giving Rain a glance and smirk over his shoulder before finally giving in. He wraps one strong hand around his cock, stroking himself a few times, teasing Dewdrop’s entrance with the thick head. Dewdrop’s breath hitches, his hips bucking up, needy and impatient, but Aether takes his time, sliding himself through Dew’s folds slowly, letting him feel every inch.

Rain watches in breathless anticipation as Aether presses in deeper, guiding his girthy cock to Dewdrop’s soaked entrance. Dewdrop lets out a sharp, needy moan as Aether finally pushes inside, his cunt stretching to take him, inch by inch. Aether sinks deeper, his pace measured and controlled, his free hand splaying across Dewdrop’s stomach to hold him steady. Dew’s legs tremble as Aether bottoms out, his body arching as he adjusts to the stretch.

Rain is transfixed, watching Aether and Dewdrop move together, the slick heat between them filling the room. His hand twitches, aching to join, but he stays frozen in place, his own arousal pulsing, every nerve in his body on fire as he watches the two ghouls together.

Aether lets out a low groan, hips grinding slowly against Dewdrop’s, savoring the feeling of being buried inside him. He pulls back just enough to watch Dew’s cunt clench around him, desperate to keep him in, and then thrusts back in with a smooth, powerful stroke that has Dewdrop gasping.

Rain’s fingers tighten on Aether’s ass, his breath hitching as he feels Aether move, muscles flexing beneath his touch. “Fuck him,” Rain murmurs, voice thick with lust, and Aether, ever so obliging, picks up the pace, driving into Dewdrop with deep, rhythmic thrusts that leave both of them moaning.

The room feels like it's spinning, heavy with heat, sweat, and lust, and Rain knows it’s only a matter of time before Aether tips Dew and himself over the edge.

Just a few thrusts later, Aether comes deep into his partner, pumping copious amounts of cum into the little fire ghoul. Dew’s cunt clenches tightly around him, milking every drop of his release.

After a bit Aether pulls out slowly, almost reluctantly, his cock slick and glistening with a mix of their arousal. As he slips free, Rain’s breath catches at the sight-Dewdrop’s cunt is soaked, Aether’s cum already starting to leak out in thick rivulets, spilling over Dew’s folds and onto the couch below.

“Doesn’t he look breathtaking like this, Rainy?” Aether makes way to let Rain have an even better view of Dew.

Rain swallows and nods, absentmindedly licking his lips.

“I know you want a taste, Rain,” he murmurs, eyes locking with Rain's, dark and intense. “Come on… get over here and clean Dew up with that eager tongue of yours.”

The command sends a shiver down Rain’s spine, his pulse quickening at the thought. Aether’s lips curl into a slow, sinful smile as he adds, “And when he’s nice and clean… I’ll let you fill him up again and again.”

[kentuckyfriedsatan]

🍁Midnight Secrets🍁

Not part of Kinktober, so completely sfw!

No warnings that I could think of, maybe a bit of anxiety because of a misunderstanding

Read it here or on Ao3!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍂๋࣭ 🦇⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Phantom has always been a bit wary of Mountain and Aether since being summoned. Sure, they’re kind, but their size and intensity can be… unsettling for someone new to the pack.

Lately, though, things have gotten even weirder. He keeps catching them whispering in hushed tones whenever he enters the room, and they’ve been sneaking off together during the evenings. It’s the looks they give him that are the worst. Whenever they see him, they exchange these knowing glances, like they’re hiding something.

One night, Phantom overhears part of their conversation and nearly jumps out of his skin when he catches Aether saying, “We’ll need something sharp for this. It has to be perfect.” Mountain rumbles in agreement: “Sharp is good. We don’t want it falling apart before we’re done.”

Phantom’s anxiety skyrockets. Sharp? Falling apart? His imagination runs wild-are they planning to do something to him? Are they going to ambush him? He remembers how Mountain’s massive hands could easily crush anything, but he can’t really imagine them being this sinister.

Over the next few days, Phantom can’t shake his suspicions. He keeps catching them making these cryptic comments like, “We’ll need to hide it,” or “It’s not good enough yet, but we’ll finish it soon.” And one day, he stumbles across Mountain’s bag left carelessly on a chair-inside, he sees long, pointed objects wrapped in yarn. Phantom’s eyes widen. Knives? Or worse? The growing dread in his chest is hard to ignore.

They’ve also started closing off one of the towers and locking the door whenever they sneak in there at night. Phantom knows something is up. He tries to convince himself he’s just overthinking it, maybe they’re working on a project? But every time they exchange those glances and drop vague hints about “hiding the evidence” and “covering their tracks,” he can’t help but feel like he’s the target.

Finally, after hearing them whisper about “midnight being the perfect time,” Phantom decides to take matters into his own hands. He’s going to follow them and see what they’re really up to.

That night Phantom quietly follows them up to the old tower. His heart pounds in his chest as he creeps closer to the door. He can hear muffled voices inside, along with soft music and the occasional clatter of… something. Are they sharpening weapons? He swallows hard and presses his ear to the door, catching snippets of their conversation.

“I hope this doesn’t make him uncomfortable,” Aether says softly.

“Yeah,” Mountain replies, his deep voice rumbling through the walls. “It’s going to be a bit snug, but I think he’ll like it once he gets used to it.”

Phantom’s pulse races. Snug? What are they planning to trap him in?!

Gathering his courage, he pushes the door open, ready to confront them. But what he finds is far from the dark ritual or sinister plot he’d imagined.

Inside the tower, Mountain and Aether are seated comfortably by a large, crackling fireplace. They’re surrounded by colorful yarn, knitting needles, and a half-finished sweater lying across Mountain’s lap. The music playing is soft and soothing, casting a warm, peaceful atmosphere over the room. Two mugs of tea seem to have been abandoned on a little table.

Phantom blinks, completely stunned. Mountain is clumsily but carefully knitting what looks like a sweater, his massive hands awkwardly holding the delicate needles. Aether, more practiced, is working on a detailed design-a bat in the center of the otherwise purple sweater.

They both look up at him, startled.

“Phantom?” Mountain says, his eyes wide with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I—uh…” Phantom stammers, completely thrown off by the sight. “I thought… you were… plotting something?”

Aether chuckles, shaking his head. “Plotting to finish this sweater before it gets too cold outside, maybe.”

Phantom stares, speechless, as Mountain holds up the nearly completed sweater.

“We’ve been working on this for you,” Mountain says with a small grin. “A little welcome gift. We noticed you like bats.”

Phantom feels a mixture of confusion and embarrassment well up inside him.

“Wait… this is what you’ve been whispering about? Knitting?”

Aether nods. “We didn’t want you to find out too soon, so we kept sneaking off to work on it in secret. We thought it’d be a nice surprise.”

Phantom flushes, a wave of relief and amusement washing over him.

“So when you said it needed to be sharp and not fall apart…”

Mountains laugh is rich and deep.

“We were talking about the knitting needles and making sure the seams held together. Knitting can be a bit tricky for big hands.”

Phantom finally starts to relax, realizing how absurd his suspicions had been. The warm glow from the fireplace fills the room with a golden light, casting flickering shadows on the walls as the soft sound of knitting needles clinks in the background. Mountain hands him the nearly finished sweater, and Phantom runs his fingers over the soft material, a smile tugging at his lips.

“You made this… for me?” Phantom asks to confirm, his voice soft.

“We wanted you to feel like part of the group,” Mountain explains, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s getting colder, and we figured you’d need something warm. And the bat’s because, well… we know you love them.”

His heart swells, they noticed what he likes, and they remembered.

And for the rest of the night, Phantom sits with his pack mates, learning how to knit by the light of the fire as the autumn wind whispers outside. The nervous tension he’d carried for days melts away, replaced with a deep sense of belonging and peace.

The sweater wasn’t just a sweater. It was a gesture of acceptance. It meant he isn’t just the new guy anymore. He is part of the pack.

[kentuckyfriedsatan]

Ghostober Day 3: CBT

Pairing: Aether/Cumulus

Prompts put together by @kroas-adtam! The full list is here.

There is no denying it anymore, the clamps hurt, but Aether wouldn’t have it any other way. Now that he knows how electric the pain-pleasure really is, he’s addicted. Each pulse of discomfort radiating from his balls only amplifies the pleasure, sending shivers up his spine as he teeters on the edge.

Notes: Okay I’m gonna be honest, I had no idea what CBT even is so I got curious and did some research (I don’t like watching porn so I read the wikipedia article lol). Since I don't have the equipment to fully understand what I wrote, please feel free to correct me. I’m curious if I imagined it kinda right.

cw: safeword use

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Aether shifts nervously on the bed, his hands resting in his lap as he watches Cumulus lay out the toys on the nightstand. He knows what they are and what they do of course, they had a big talk about it beforehand. But now that the light is glistening of the metal clamps and he sees the leather ball stretcher in real life, the nerves begin to set in.

Cumulus, sensing Aether’s hesitation, turns to him with a reassuring smile.

“You’re sure you want to try this, right? It’s okay if you’re not ready.”

Aether wants to do this, especially with Cumulus who has the experience. So he swallows and nods, feeling heat rise in his chest.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I just… I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’m curious.”

Cumulus moves closer, sitting beside him on the bed, her presence calming and confident. “That’s totally normal. We’ll take it slow, and remember-nothing happens without your consent. You’re in control here.” She brushes a hand along Aether’s thigh, the touch grounding him. “Can you repeat your safe-word for me?”

“Yeah-'red' if I need to stop completely, ‘yellow’ if I want to slow down or take a break,” Aether repeats, his voice a little steadier now.

“Good boy.” She kisses him softly on the mouth.

“We will start slow, ease you into it and see how you feel, and we can stop if you don’t like it.”

He’s new to this kind of play, but he trusts Cumulus completely. She guides him to lay back against the pillows and reaches to the nightstand. The first set of clamps-gentle ones, with soft rubber tips are designed to ease Aether into the experience.

“These,” Cumulus shows them to Aether, “go onto your nipples, just to give you a sense of what it feels like. The pressure can build up over time, but it shouldn’t feel like pain-more like a slow, warm burn.”

Aether watches intently as Cumulus applies the first clamp, her movements deliberate and effective. The initial pinch makes him gasp, the sensation sharp but not unbearable. A few seconds later, a deep warmth blooms from where the clamp holds him, spreading through his chest.

“How’s that?” she asks, her tone calm but watchful.

“It’s... different. Intense, but not bad,” Aether admits, his pulse quickening.

Cumulus smiles approvingly, adjusting the second clamp.

“Good. We’ll stay at this level for a bit, let you get used to the feeling.”

She trails fingers over his sides and down his thighs. The soft administration in contrast to the sting of the clamps has him chubbing up ridiculously fast and he takes a shaky breath in when Cumulus traces the thick vein on his twitching cock.

“Now, if you’re ready, we can move on to something a little more adventurous.”

Aether’s breath hitches at her words. “The… ball stretcher?”

“Mhm.” Cumulus picks up the leather ball stretcher, showing it to him before she continues.

“Like discussed, you will feel a strong pulling sensation. It’s not painful per se if you’re careful, but you’ll feel a strong tug.”

He nods, a mix of anticipation and nervousness making his heart pound.

“I’m ready. I want to try.”

She purrs and gives him a quick peck on the mouth before slipping the stretcher around his scrotum, securing it with practiced ease. The immediate sensation is strange, it’s a tight pull around his balls, a mild discomfort that quickly morphs into a deep, throbbing awareness of every inch of his body.

“How does that feel?” she asks, her voice low and soothing.

“It’s… it feels tight, but kind of good. Really good, actually,” Aether says, surprise lacing his words. The combination of the clamps and the ball stretcher is thrilling, each sensation amplifying the other.

Cumulus smirks knowingly and teasingly strokes his now aching hard cock.

She leans down to kiss his chest, her lips just brushing the edge of the clamp.

“Fuuuuckkk!” He breaths and throws his head back into the pillow.

Her touch lingers on his balls, gently massaging the skin just below where the stretcher is secured. “You’re handling this beautifully,” she murmurs, leaning in to kiss the inside of his thigh.

Aether’s breath stutters as he revels in the tug of the ball stretcher, a strange combination of discomfort and pleasure flooding his senses. The pressure from the leather is persistent but not painful, pulling his balls downward in a way that leaves him hyperaware of every little movement.

“Tell me if you want more. Remember this is about exploring what works for you.”

“I want more!” His voice shaking with anticipation.

“Good. Now, if you’re up for it, we can take things a step further. I was thinking… we could try applying the clamps down here.” She slides her hand down to his stretched balls, her thumb grazing over the sensitive skin. They have talked about the possibility but still his eyes widen slightly at the suggestion. The thought sends a fresh surge of adrenaline through him, nerves mixing with arousal in a way that makes his pulse race. He knows it’s going to be a lot, but something about pushing himself with Cumulus by his side feels exhilarating. He nods, licking his lips. “I… I want to try. But slowly?”

“Of course hun,” Cumulus reassures him, her tone soft but firm. “We’ll go slow, and if it gets too much, you just say the word, okay? No pressure to push through anything.”

Aether nods again, more confident this time. He trusts her completely.

Cumulus reaches for the clamps—similar to the ones on his nipples but a little tighter. She holds one of the clamps between her fingers, the small rubber-tipped teeth poised and ready. “I’m going to attach this right at the base of your balls, where it’ll add a little more pressure.

With a practiced hand, Cumulus carefully opens the clamp and places it where the skin is taut from the stretcher. As the clamp bites down, Aether gasps, the sharp pinch sending a jolt through his body. The sensation is quick and intense, but soon it settles into the same slow burn that the nipple clamps had caused earlier.

“Fuck!” Aether repeats, chest heaving. His body feels electric, the combination of the ball stretcher and the clamp creating a deep, throbbing sensation that radiates through his groin.

“How’s that?” Cumulus asks, her fingers gently stroking the skin around the clamp, checking in even as she watches his reactions closely.

“It’s... a lot, but… good,” Aether admits, his voice strained but tinged with excitement.

Cumulus smiles, clearly pleased with his response. “I’m proud of you, Aether. You’re doing so well.” Her hand glides up his shaft, teasingly light, as she reaches for the second clamp. “One more, and then we’ll let you ride it out.”

Aether bites his lip as Cumulus opens the second clamp and positions it just a little lower, still along the stretched skin of his balls. The pressure of both clamps now creates a heightened sense of tension, pulling his awareness entirely to the throbbing, sensitive flesh between his legs. He lets out a low groan, the sensation making his head spin.

“Too much?” Cumulus asks, her voice still laced with care despite the growing heat between them.

“No… It hurts… but I like it.” Aether replies, his body trembling slightly as he adjusts to the intense sensations. The pain contrasts the pleasure and only hightens it. His cock twitches, leaking precome onto his stomach, evidence of how turned on he is despite-or maybe because of-the intensity.

After a bit of squirming and moaning Cumulus checks back in with Aether before applying two more clamps.

“Perfect. My good boy. Just breathe, let yourself feel everything.”

There is no denying it anymore, the clamps hurt, but Aether wouldn’t have it any other way. Now that he knows how electric the pain-pleasure really is, he’s addicted. Each pulse of discomfort radiating from his balls only amplifies the pleasure, sending shivers up his spine as he teeters on the edge.

“I need to come! Please, Cumulus… let me come,” he pleads, his voice strained with desperation, his balls throbbing painfully against the tight grip of the clamps and the tension of the ball stretcher.

Cumulus looks down at him, a soft, knowing smile playing at her lips as she begins stroking his cock, her hand expertly twisting over the precome-slicked head. Her touch is firm but teasing, her thumb brushing the sensitive slit just enough to make Aether twitch.

“You deserve a reward,” she purrs into his ear, her voice low and smooth like velvet. “You can come anytime you want.” Her pace quickens, her strokes becoming more deliberate, more intense.

Aether moans, his hips instinctively thrusting up into the channel of her hand. The combination of her skilled touch and the sharp throb of the clamps has him teetering on the precipice, but something is wrong. His whole body is coiled tight, the need to release overwhelming, yet… he can’t. No matter how fast Cumulus moves her hand, no matter how desperately he fucks up into her fist, he’s stuck right there, on the edge.

He whimpers, the frustration and overstimulation making his cock and balls ache in a way that’s both unbearable and addictive. He grits his teeth, trying to force himself over that line, but his body won’t obey. The desperation hits like a tidal wave, drowning him in frustration.

And then, with a broken sob, he remembers. His safe word.

“Yellow!” Aether cries out, his voice cracking with exhaustion and need.

Immediately, Cumulus slows her hand, stopping her movements completely as her other hand moves up to cup his face, her thumb brushing softly over his cheek. Her sharp gaze softens, concern flashing in her grey eyes. “What’s the matter, love?” she asks gently, her voice low and soothing. “Do you want to stop?”

Aether swallows hard, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His whole body trembles, the tension still coiled in his gut, but the edge is too far away, too slippery to grab hold of. “I can’t—" his voice breaks. "I can’t come like this!” He tries to hide his face from embarrassment.

Cumulus' eyes soften with understanding as she continues stroking Aether's cheek with her thumb, her touch gentle and reassuring. “You’ve been so good, Aether,” she whispers. “We talked about how this could happen.” Her gaze drifts to his swollen, tortured balls. “Some people just can’t come with all of this going on, and there’s no shame in it. We can always try again later, with the clamps and stretcher on, but for now, let me take care of you. Let me make it right.”

Aether’s breath is still shallow, his body trembling under her touch, but he nods, his trust in her unwavering. “Yes… I’m green again.”

Cumulus smiles softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead before straightening back up. “Good. Now, taking it off can be just as intense-sometimes even more than putting it on-but don’t worry, I’ll be as gentle as possible. I’ve got you.” Her voice is soft, soothing, as if coaxing him through the waves of tension still gripping his body.

If this were Dewdrop beneath her, Cumulus would be playing with the heightened sensitivity, taking full advantage of the pain and pressure to drive him wild. She knows exactly how Dew loves it-how he craves the sharp, brutal edge of agony mingling with pleasure, how she can push him further and further until he's begging for release, only to draw it out even longer. The removal of clamps for Dew would be something she’d turn into its own brand of torment, slowly pulling them off while grinding her hand into his balls or flicking them just to watch him squirm in delight.

But Aether isn’t like Dew. Aether needs care, and she knows that, feels it in the way he trembles beneath her, in the way his body tenses and relaxes at the gentlest touch. He needs her to be slow, to be patient, and she’s more than willing to give him exactly what he needs.

Cumulus starts by gently loosening the clamps, her fingers delicate as she undoes them one by one. The moment the pressure releases, Aether’s body jolts. The blood rushing back into the previously pinched skin hits him like a shockwave, a pins-and-needles feeling that flares up, sharp and burning, before it fades into a throbbing ache. His breath catches, but her soothing touch helps ground him. She massages the area lightly, her fingers working to ease the sharpness into a dull throb, coaxing his body to adjust to the sudden shift.

"How does that feel?" she asks softly.

“Better now.”

Next is the stretcher and she slides it off gently. His balls retract slightly, now free from the pull, but the sensitivity is still there, a lingering ache that pulses through him. Cumulus doesn't rush. Her hands move with practiced precision, massaging the tender skin, easing the discomfort, letting him breathe through the intense sensations.

With the clamps and stretcher now off, Aether's body feels raw and exposed, every touch amplified by the lingering pain. But Cumulus knows how to guide him through it. Her hands shift from his balls to his cock, still hard and aching, slick with precome. She wraps her fingers around him, stroking slowly at first, allowing him to feel every motion, every squeeze. The pain melts into pleasure as she finds the perfect rhythm, her thumb pressing lightly against the sensitive tip.

Aether moans, his hips twitching as he starts to thrust into her hand again, the sensations overwhelming but in the best possible way. His body feels lighter now, no longer burdened by the weight of the clamps and stretcher, but the sensitivity remains, heightening every stroke, every caress.

"You're so close," Cumulus murmurs, leaning in to kiss his neck, her voice thick with affection and lust. “Let go for me, Aether. Let me take you there.”

Her hand moves faster, the pressure building with every stroke. Aether’s breath comes in ragged gasps, his body trembling as the tension coils tighter and tighter.

Cumulus’s fingers knead his balls again, gentle but firm, sending jolts of sensation straight to his core. The overstimulation and pain from earlier lingers, and it only amplifies the orgasm building within him. With one last twist of her wrist, one final stroke of his cock, Aether shatters. His release hits him like a tidal wave, his hips jerking as he spills over her hand, thick and hot, his entire body convulsing with the force of it.

Cumulus holds him through it, stroking him slowly, milking every drop of his orgasm until he's left panting and utterly spent. She leans down and presses a tender kiss to his temple, her hand never leaving him as he rides the last waves of pleasure.

"You did so well, love!" she whispers, cradling him in her arms.

Aether, still trembling, can only manage a breathless smile. “Thank you.” he whispers, his voice hoarse and full of gratitude.

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[kentuckyfriedsatan]

Ghostober Day 5: Lingerie

Pairing: Mountain/Swiss

Prompts put together by @kroas-adtam! Thank you!

He tears the box open, the packaging discarded in seconds. What he pulls out feels impossibly delicate between his large fingers-a deep red lace set, the colour chosen with Swiss in mind. Mountain's stomach tightens as he holds it up, imagining the way Swiss’s eyes will darken when he sees him like this.

Notes: trans Swiss, terms used: tdick. NO ACTUAL SEX is happening here, I got held up with the set up and it went into an unexpected (hot but sweet?) direction, so fade to black it is. Feel free to continue this and show me heheh

cw: slight gender dysphoria

Read it here or on Ao3!

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They lounge on the couch together, the quiet hum of the TV blending with the soft sounds of their breathing. Swiss’s head rests in Mountain’s lap, his body relaxed, almost boneless, as Mountain’s fingers lazily run through his hair. Swiss purrs absentmindedly, his eyes half-lidded, sinking deeper into the warmth of Mountain. Neither of them pays much attention to the TV, it’s just background noise, something to zone out to while they enjoy each other’s company. The day has been slow, peaceful, exactly how they like it.

Mountain hums softly as he flicks through the channels, his hand still stroking Swiss’s hair, each movement languid and unhurried. Swiss’s purring is a steady, low sound, filling the space between them.

Then, an ad flickers onto the screen.

Lingerie.

Swiss’s eyes sharpen as he notices delicate lace and satin flash across the screen. Bodies, perfect and sculpted, wrapped in sheer fabric, straps framing smooth skin. Swiss’s attention locks onto it, the sight of lace clinging to hips and thighs catching in his mind. ####Is it this late already? ####his mind supplies helpfully, but his thoughts linger on the images of silky material against bare flesh. His purring fades, a sudden awareness settling in his chest.

Men appear on the screen too, draped in the same fragile and elegant lingerie-lace in black, deep red, and a rich, striking green. The cut of the fabric skims over their bodies, accentuating every line. Swiss hears Mountain swallow loudly above him, the subtle shift in the air impossible to miss. Mountain adjusts in his seat, trying not to disturb Swiss, but the slight tension in his body is telling.

“Damn,” Swiss whispers, his voice barely audible but full of something heated, something curious.

Mountain’s hand pauses for just a moment, then resumes its gentle stroking as he changes the channel again. His mind, however, is elsewhere. He feels himself chub up, and knows Swiss can feel it too, even if neither of them acknowledges it. His focus shifts, trying to act casual, but the ad has left its mark. He makes a mental note of the store’s name, filing it away for later, a quiet idea forming in the back of his mind.

What Mountain doesn’t know is that Swiss is doing the exact same thing.

He feels Swiss relax again, the tension that had gripped his body slowly melting away, his hand unclenching where it had instinctively tightened in his lap. Neither of them says a word.

***some days later***

The peaceful atmosphere of the ghouls' den is interrupted by the sharp chime of the doorbell. Swiss, draped lazily across the couch, perks up instantly. His eyes flick to Mountain’s, both of them suddenly tense, as if the bell just rang for a prize they both desperately want.

“I’m getting it!” Swiss blurts, jumping up from his spot with way more enthusiasm than necessary.

Mountain doesn’t miss a beat. He grabs Swiss by the wrist and gently tugs him back onto the couch. “No, don’t worry. I’ll get it,” he says, voice deep and calm, though the undercurrent of urgency is obvious.

Swiss wrestles his arm free, giving Mountain a challenging look as he stands up again. “It’s really not a problem, Mount, I want to get it.”

Mountain narrows his eyes, towering above him as he stands up slowly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Swiss,” he says firmly, “I said I’ll get it. You can relax.”

The tension crackles in the air as they stare each other down, neither willing to back off. Swiss’s eyes dart toward the door, then back at Mountain. “Relax?” He snorts. “I’m relaxed. Totally relaxed. I just feel like… stretching my legs. And, y'know, answering the door.”

Mountain shifts, taking a step toward the door, and Swiss immediately steps in front of him. “Swiss,” Mountain says, the warning clear in his tone.

“Mountain,” Swiss retorts, mimicking his deep voice in a playful but clearly competitive tone.

The doorbell rings again, cutting through their battle of wills. Both of them pause for half a second, their eyes flicking toward the door, then back to each other. Suddenly, without warning, they both bolt.

Swiss scrambles around Mountain, trying to duck past him, but Mountain’s long arm sweeps out to block his way. Swiss, quick on his feet, swerves, darting under Mountain’s arm with surprising agility.

“Swiss!” Mountain growls, his giant form lumbering after the smaller ghoul, who cackles as he narrowly avoids being scooped up.

They wrestle in the hallway, both stumbling and shoving as they reach the door at nearly the same time, hands slapping at each other’s as they fumble for the knob.

“Let go, Swiss,” Mountain grunts, his large hand easily covering Swiss’s as they both grip the handle.

“No way! It’s my turn to answer the door!” Swiss argues, wedging his body against the door frame to block Mountain from getting through.

“Your turn?” Mountain scoffs, trying to push him aside gently but firmly. “Since when do we take turns?”

“You’re hogging all the door-answering time, big guy,” Swiss quips, breathless with laughter as he wedges a shoulder into Mountain’s chest, trying to nudge him back.

Inside the room, Aether and Dew slurp on their coffees, watching the chaotic scene unfold with amused smirks.

“They’re acting like kids over a package,” Dew chuckles, shaking his head.

“Bet you they both ordered something stupid,” Aether says, grinning as Mountain and Swiss crash against the door again, both of them letting out half-laughs, half-growls.

"Wouldn't be the first time," Dew adds, snickering. "You think it's something kinky this time? It’s always something weird with those two."

Aether hums thoughtfully, leaning back with an amused smile. “Yeah, but they’re trying to be sneaky about it. Whatever they’re up to, it’s gotta be good.”

Just then, there’s a final scuffle near the door, and a triumphant cry from Swiss as he manages to twist the knob open and yank the door wide. He stands there, panting and flushed, holding it open like he’s just conquered the world.

They freeze when they see two identical looking packages lying side by side on the doorstep.

“Wait... two?” Swiss asks, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Mountain frowns, his brow furrowing. “Why are there two?”

Swiss looks guilty for half a second before clearing his throat. “Well, I… might have ordered something.”

Mountain’s gaze narrows. “So did I.”

Realisation dawns on them. The same size, the same box, both arrived at the same time,… It seems like they both had the same idea.

Mountain bends down to pick both packages up and read the labels.

“Seems like this is yours.” He hands it over, a blush already high on his cheeks.

“Yes…thanks…” Swiss doesn’t know what to do now, so he just blurts out: “I want to show you what I ordered, but I have to get ready first.”

“What a coincidence, I had the same thought.” He pushes Swiss against the wall and kisses down his neck making them both giggle.

“Can you move it to your room?” He hears Aether yell from the kitchen. They both break out into a giggle fit, while they hear Dew grumble how he wanted to see where this was going.

They stumble into Swiss’ bedroom, both breathless, laughing under their breath but buzzing with anticipation. The playful energy that had carried them through the hallway lingers, but now it’s charged with something heavier, something unmistakably eager.

Swiss pauses, catching his breath, running a hand through his hair as he glances back at Mountain with a mischievous grin. “I’ll get ready in there,” he says, jerking his head toward the en suite bathroom. “You can… do whatever you need here.”

Mountain watches as Swiss disappears into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him. For a moment, he stands frozen in the middle of the room, package in hand, the weight of what’s about to happen hitting him fully. His heart races as his eyes drop to the box he’s clutching, and suddenly, he snaps into motion.

He tears the box open, the packaging discarded in seconds. What he pulls out feels impossibly delicate between his large fingers-a deep red lace set, the colour chosen with Swiss in mind. Mountain's stomach tightens as he holds it up, imagining the way Swiss’s eyes will darken when he sees him like this. He knows it’s Swiss's favourite colour, and that thought alone makes his blood rush.

Mountain nearly stumbles in his rush to strip, yanking at the waistband of his pants with clumsy hands, his mind racing faster than his body can keep up. He grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head in one swift movement, but it catches on his antlers. “Damn it,” he mutters under his breath, the fabric snagging awkwardly. He huffs, frustrated but determined, finally yanking it free with a curse.

Calm down, he tells himself, though the heat simmering in his gut makes that difficult. It’s just some panties and a bralette. But the thrill of wearing something so uncharacteristic, so intimate, sets his nerves alight. He can feel his pulse thrumming beneath his skin as he steps into the lace panties, pulling them snugly into place.

Mountain inhales sharply as the fabric brushes against his thighs, hugging him tightly in all the right places. The panties are just the right fit, skimming across his hips and barely covering his growing arousal. He wants to tug his balls in but they don’t seem to fit anymore, always spilling out of one side, so he just lets them.

His hands tremble slightly as he slips on the bralette, the see-through lace barely covering his broad chest. It clings to his skin, leaving little to the imagination, and he feels the fabric tug gently over his nipples.

He runs his fingers over the lace, his breath catching when he feels the friction of the delicate material against his skin. His hands ghost over his barely covered nipples, teasing the sensitive flesh, and he feels a rush of warmth that goes straight to his core. The scratch of lace is maddening, and before he even realizes it, he’s painfully hard in the tight confines of the panties.

He glances toward the bathroom door, his breath shaky as his excitement builds. His mind races with the thought of Swiss seeing him like this, of Swiss's hands roaming over the lace, tugging and teasing at it. Mountain can already feel the weight of Swiss’s gaze, the way it will linger, how his eyes will darken when they finally settle on the deep red lace.

Mountain chuckles softly to himself, a breathless sound that borders on disbelief. He never imagined he'd feel this way-vulnerable, exposed, but also hot. So damn hot. He can't help but admire the way the lingerie fits his body, the way it barely conceals him but leaves enough to the imagination.

Mountain’s heart pounds in his chest, and he can hear the faint sounds of movement coming from the bathroom. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but he waits, pacing the room slightly, adjusting himself in the mirror, his nerves tingling with excitement.

On the other side of the door, Swiss is battling with himself. He holds the deep emerald lace briefs and bralette against his body, his brow furrowed in thought. He recognises the feeling of dysphoria, something that he can’t ignore, something that will always come back to him. His recent top surgery helped and had been a huge relief, but still these moments of doubt come.

He runs a hand over his chest, where the scars are still healing, faint lines tracing the journey he’s been on. Swiss knows Mountain loves him, loves all of him, exactly as he is. There’s never been any doubt in that. He’s seen the way Mountain’s gaze softens when he looks at him, the way his hands linger, gentle but steady, as though to remind Swiss that he is desired, whole, and every bit the man he knows himself to be.

Still, tonight, the thought of wearing something that could trigger those old feelingseven more makes Swiss hesitate. The bralette would be too much, it would feel wrong. Too feminine, too close to the discomfort he’s spent so long pushing past. He knows he doesn’t need to wear anything he isn’t comfortable in, but he also wants to feel sexy and he wants to surprise Mountain in a way that makes them both feel that fire between them. So he tosses the bralette aside and steps into the lace briefs. They hug him tight and he has to smirk at himself through the mirror when he turns around to check out his ass. He also sees his t dick bulge through the tight fabric and that sends a rush of gender euphoria through him.

The lace briefs are perfect, not too feminine, but still something that will catch Mountain’s eye. The low-rise fit is comfortable, masculine, and just enough to show off. There’s no need for a top. Swiss reaches into the box again and pulls out another surprise for Mountain. He slips the black leather and metal cuff on his thigh, a small detail that makes him so much more comfortable with his look.

He knows who he is. He’s a man, a strong, confident man who’s been through hell and come out the other side knowing exactly what he wants, who he is, and who he loves.

So without more hesitation, he pushes open the door.