Just a little prompt: Phantom in heat. Desperate but in a very cute and very funny way and everybody is annoyed.
„Would you spank me?“ Phantom asks.
Rain sighs. „Listen i am eating cereals right now maybe… Dew?!“
„Ohhh hell no it’s your turn.“
Rain rolls his eyes, he clears his throat: „Anybody up for spanking Phantom?! Please?!?“
I had a shitty day so it's time to WRECK THESE GHOULS!!
2,100 words of Phantom being the most annoying ghoul in heat this side of Hot Ghoul Summer. Except a different daddy comes to the rescue this time. Thank you for the delicious prompt!! 💜
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Dew had found him last night, curled up on himself on the couch with the spade of his tail idly in his mouth. Pupils blown, he was staring off into the distance at nothing in particular, occasionally letting out a small shiver as purple sparks of quintessence arced across his skin.
“You okay, kid?” Dew asked gruffly, stopping to consider Phantom on his way out of the kitchen with a fresh beer.
“Y–yeah,” Phantom stammered, turning his eyes to the fire ghoul. “I just… feel really weird.”
“What’d you get up to?” Dew asked, crouching down to get a better look at the younger ghoul. “You didn’t take any brownies from Mountain or anything, did you?”
“No,” Phantom whimpered, a bead of sweat trickling into his eyebrow. He blinked at Dew, who scowled at him in return. Dew brought a hand to the side of the quintessence ghoul’s clammy face, and Phantom jolted backward as if he’d been shocked by a live wire. The movement made the little ghoul unfurl himself enough to expose what he had been curled up around. Dew’s eyes flicked down to the crotch of his jeans.
“Oh, you’re dealing with a big problem, aren’t you?” Dew hissed, a grin spreading across his face as he observed the tent in Phantom’s pants, a sticky patch of precome spreading across the black denim. Phantom whimpered pathetically.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he whined, looking at the fire ghoul helplessly. Dew wiggled his nose. Phantom’s movement had made his scent waft Dew’s way, and he could now smell it clear as day.
The new kid’s in heat.
Dew giddily took Phantom by the hand and led him back to his room, calling Rain in on the way. Dew, Rain, and Phantom had been spending a lot of quality time together lately—sweaty, sticky, quality time—and the older ghouls were eager to hold Phantom down and make quick, dirty work of his heat.
So they tried—starting off with their favorite, a good old-fashioned spit-roasting—Rain fucking the daylights out of Phantom from behind as Dew held him by the horns and pushed his cock down his throat until tears were rolling down his face. All three of them came around the same time—Dew and Rain filling both ends of the younger ghoul as Phantom shot hands-free onto the bedspread under him—before they fell into a sweaty, blissed-out pile on the bed together to recover before round two.
Phantom was still rock-hard, still shivering under the force of his barely restrained quintessence, but that was to be expected. You never fuck the heat out of someone on your first try.
So they took a few minutes to coo and cuddle at Phantom, grinning as they made the younger ghoul blush by telling him what a good boy he was, before they strategized their next approach. Rain and Dew got Phantom flat on his back, pinned under them as Rain sat on his face and Dew sat on his cock. The two ghouls held hands and grinned at each other as they both rode Phantom at the same time, tails swishing happily through the air as the younger ghoul moaned and whined and drooled and bucked under them, occasionally emitting a wave of quintessence that ripped through all three of them at the points where their bodies connected.
They all came again—Dew and Rain shooting toward each other onto Phantom’s torso and Phantom emptying himself deep inside Dew as the little ghoul moaned ecstatically, making Rain roll his eyes—and decided to take a break in the shower this time, to wash off their sticky mess.
Dew and Rain nervously eyed Phantom’s cock—still flagpole-stiff and obscenely engorged. He didn’t seem to be getting any better at all. In fact, he seemed to be getting worse—his eyes glowing bright violet as he sized Dew and Rain up in the shower, his tongue flickering over his lips as he sidled in behind Rain and silently slipped a finger in his asshole.
Rain and Dew exchanged nervous glances as Phantom worked on opening Rain up, his face pressed hotly against the water ghoul’s ear as he slipped a second, then third, finger inside Rain’s slick hole. The water ghoul let himself get pressed against the glass wall of the shower as Phantom entered him, sinking his claws into Rain’s hips as he growled, fucking him with an aggressive determination that neither of them had seen out of the quintessence ghoul before. Dew idly thumbed at his cock, struggling to decide if he found this more hot or more terrifying.
Phantom quickly took what he needed, roughly jacking Rain off as he came inside him without warning, Rain’s own come splattering against the shower wall before thickly rolling down. Rain heaved for breath as Phantom wrapped his arms around him and planted gentle kisses across his shoulders, his eyes still glowing like stars.
“You’re such a good boy for me,” Phantom growled. Rain’s face flushed bright blue as Dew let out a pathetic, whimpering mewl, kneading at his soft cock with furrowed brows.
Phantom’s eyes flicked over to the fire ghoul. Dew’s face blanched.
“No, Phantom,” he stammered, backing into the corner of the shower as Phantom disentangled himself from Rain and approached him. “Give me a few minutes. I can’t come again right now, please.”
Turns out he could be persuaded, and he could after all—his come soon joining Rain’s on the shower floor as Phantom pressed him to the glass and fucked him, too.
“This is a problem,” Rain said, watching Dew slump over and gasp for breath while Phantom was still as hard as ever. “We need an intervention.”
And so they intervened, knocking on every door in the ghoul den to summon the pack as they marched Phantom out to the common area. They pushed him down onto a large cushion, where the lanky ghoul lewdly splayed his limbs, grinning up at Dew and Rain as he lazily stroked his cock. Everyone else wandered over to stand around him in a circle, exchanging nervous glances.
“This is bad,” Mountain said, brow furrowed.
“He’s worse than Rain,” Cumulus breathed in disbelief. Rain shot her a dirty look.
“We did our time. Who’s next?” Dew snapped.
So they all took turns—Swiss gave him an extravagantly sloppy and nasty blowjob, Mountain pinned his ankles by this head and fucked him hard, Cumulus rode his dick until her thighs couldn’t take it anymore, and Cirrus fetched her most challenging dildo and gave him the reaming of a lifetime. Even Aether felt bad enough for the little ghoul to get involved, giving Phantom a shock of quintessence powerful enough to send any other ghoul to the infirmary wing.
“It’s getting better, but it’s not broken,” Aether wheezed, wiping sweat from his brow. “This might be the best we can do today. He’s young. The first few heats are always the hardest.”
The pack looked down wearily as Phantom chirped, grinning at them all under glowing eyes.
“He might take care of it himself overnight,” Cirrus said, crossing her arms. “I say we all go to bed and deal with this in the morning.”
So they did, locking Phantom in his room and taking care to lock all of their own doors as well before settling down for a night of much-needed rest. Which brings us to now—the morning.
The ghoul pack is sitting in their kitchen area, staring silently into their coffee and cereal, avoiding eye contact both with each other and with the young quintessence ghoul writhing on the couch mere feet away from them.
While the situation isn’t as dire as it was yesterday, he definitely did not take care of it himself overnight. And nobody wants to be the one who draws the short straw and has to take the first shift this morning.
“Can somebody just, like… play with my hair?” Phantom whines, peeking his head over the back of the couch to stare at his pack. Cirrus puts a hand up to her face to block her view of him. Cumulus gets up to fetch a yogurt from the fridge, bending over to examine the bottom shelf, and Phantom keens at the sight.
“I’m so sorry, guys,” Phantom mewls, his face burning violet as he reaches his hands needily for his pack. “I think… I bet if someone chokes me really hard, I’ll snap out of it.”
Swiss and Mountain give pointed looks to Dew and Rain.
“Go choke your boyfriend,” Swiss says to the two of them. Dew huffs.
“I put plenty of work in yesterday already,” he grumbles, taking a deep drink of black coffee. Mountain rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, plenty of work getting us into this fuckin’ mess,” he rumbles.
“Seriously, what were you thinking?” Aether sighs. “You two can’t even snap each other out of your heats, and you decided to take on a quintessence ghoul? A YOUNG quintessence ghoul?”
Dew and Rain blush and look down at their mugs, mumbling incoherent excuses. Aether rubs the bridge of his nose.
“Cirrus?” Phantom chirps. “Can you put that big thing in my butt again?”
Cirrus draws the hood of her sweatshirt and cinches it tight around her face.
“Seriously, what do we do?” Swiss asks, knitting his eyebrows. Aether shrugs wearily.
“It’ll work itself out with time. We might be able to speed it up if we keep trying, but he seems to be a persistent little shit. Guess it depends on how annoying he gets.”
“I say just throw him in his room with a laptop and let him discover the wonders of internet porn,” Cumulus offers, narrowing her eyes as she studies Phantom. He grins at her, swishing his tail.
“That’ll keep him distracted for a while at least,” Mountain adds, nodding thoughtfully.
Everyone silently considers the proposition as they look at Phantom, the young ghoul dramatically flexing and flailing his limbs as he grinds and writhes around on the couch.
“Can someone spank me? You’d like that, right? I’m so annoying, somebody beat the shit out of me,” Phantom pleads, giving the ghouls his best big, glassy puppy-dog eyes. Cirrus scowls.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she says, taking a bite of cereal. Phantom whines.
“Come onnnnn, Cirrus,” he begs. “Just smack me around a little.”
Cirrus chews her cereal, glaring down into her bowl, ignoring Phantom. Until suddenly a corner of her mouth perks up into a grin.
“Uh oh,” Cumulus murmurs, watching Cirrus lower her hood and turn her full attention to the quintessence ghoul.
“You want me to smack you around?” she calls to him. He nods energetically, beaming at her with a wide grin.
“What about if I tie you up first, does that sound fun?”
Phantom vaults over the back of the couch, clambering for Cirrus so violently that he sends a mug of coffee crashing to the ground. Cirrus catches him as he dives for her, securing him in a sort of bridal carry—the lanky ghoul grinning loopily at her, draped across her arms.
“Okay,” she says matter-of-factly to the rest of the pack. “I’m gonna go tie this little fucker up and kick him around for a while. That should buy us a few hours. Then, if he’s still being annoying, we give him the internet porn.”
“I’ll get the laptop ready,” Cumulus replies, taking a sip of coffee.
Dew and Rain look dejected as Cirrus carries Phantom away, the younger ghoul giggling as she smirks at him.
“You two, I swear to god,” Swiss says, grinning at them. “It’s bad enough you’re having a weird little throuple with the new kid, but now Cirrus has to clean up after you? Embarrassing.”
“I’m embarrassed for you,” Mountain adds. Aether chuckles.
Dew scowls.
“Remember when Rainy went into heat and Aether had to fuck him out in the courtyard?”
“Hey!” Rain hisses, swatting at Dew with his tail.
The ghouls all stand up from the table with their dirty dishes, chuckles rippling around the group as they deposit them in the sink.
“Now that was embarrassing.”
“What’s really embarrassing is how you’ve never been able to fuck anyone out of their heat, ever.”
“No, it’s not,” Dew sniffs, taking Rain’s hand in his as they all file out into the common area. “I find the whole affair distasteful, really.”
“That’s my line,” says Aether. “And even I’ve broken more heats than you.”
Dew rolls his eyes.
“Well, none of us can break Phantom, so we’re all losers here today.”
The ghouls all jump as the sharp crack of a hand striking flesh rings out from Cirrus’s nearby room, followed shortly by Phantom emitting a low, howling moan. Cirrus laughs.
“Nah, I think she’s gonna win,” says Swiss.
(EDIT: An anon wrote in to ask what happened in Cirrus's room next so I wrote a little drabble about it! You can read that here.)
Raindrop fluff 🙏🙏🙏 ft. Rains fingers!! Like Dew breaks a string during rehearsal and sees red and starts throwing a tantrum and Rain just grabs the guitar for him and restrings it and Dew is mesmerized and starts thinking up ways to see them in action again, like purposefully ripping his clothing so that Rain can sew it back together for him, or like helping Rain with something to get a soft caress on his cheek PLEASE I’m down bad rn after that video
LOOK, EVERYONE! I wrote fluff!! I am capable of it after all! 🥲 Please clap
Thank you so much for this delicious ask, sorry this one took me a million years! 2,000-odd words of newly-fire-transitioned Dew being crabbily down bad for Rain's hands and refusing to admit it under the cut OR read here on AO3!
Dew’s joints ache. A mighty inconvenient side effect of transitioning to a fire ghoul, he thinks.
He hisses to himself, feeling his hand cramp into a claw shape as he attempts to loosen a guitar string, stretching his slender digits out wide and then back into a fist—willing the feeling to return to his fingers so he can finish changing his strings.
He’s doing much better than he was immediately after his elemental transition, but he’s still not 100%. At this point, he’s not sure if he’ll ever be 100%. But he’d just really love it if his fingers would consistently cooperate, being the band’s lead guitarist and all.
He grimaces through the discomfort, forcing his hands back to work on the tuning peg. He gets a few more turns in before nerve pain shoots down his wrist, making his grip on the smooth metal slip. He feels his heat flare in anger and closes his eyes, willing his temper back down. He tries again, shakily turning the peg as quickly as he can, begging the string to loosen enough to cut. Then he realizes that in his haze of pain, panic, and anger, he’s been turning the peg the wrong way.
His eyes flash red as his claws extend, shearing through the thin string and snapping it with a sharp metallic twang. Rain and Swiss look over at him, eyes wide, nervously observing the fire ghoul as he stares at the floor with a frown on his face—chest heaving as he fights to get his anger under control.
Rain slowly gets to his feet and approaches Dew with his hands extended—like one might a particularly aggressive cat.
“Hey,” Rain says softly. “Let me help you finish changing your strings.”
“I don’t need help,” Dew spits. Rain knits his brows, looking at the smaller ghoul piteously.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind,” Rain says, hesitantly reaching for the white guitar. Dew looks up at him.
“I know how to do it, you know,” he grumbles, lifting his guitar and placing it in Rain’s waiting hands. “I’m just… all my shit still hurts from when they burned me alive.”
“I know,” Rain replies softly. “You’ll be back at it soon. But I’m happy to help in the meantime.”
“Thanks,” Dew murmurs, staring intently at the floor with a scowl as Rain sits down—cross-legged, with Dew’s guitar gently laid across his lap—and goes to work loosening his strings.
The fire ghoul flickers his copper eyes up after a few minutes, narrowing them as he observes Rain with his instrument. He is ready to jump in, to point out some unperceivable slight, to assert his expertise over his domain and soothe his bruised ego—but instead, he finds himself watching Rain’s hands.
The water ghoul’s fingers are long and graceful, veins and tendons jumping over the back of his palms and down his slender wrists as he nimbly unravels and removes the strings from Dew’s guitar. Dew silently passes him a pack of fresh ones and Rain smiles, pleased at being trusted to complete the job—but a little suspicious of the usually loud-mouthed fire ghoul’s uncharacteristic quiet as he intently observes Rain’s work.
Probably just waiting for me to mess something up, Rain thinks to himself, nervously watching Dew’s copper irises trace over his guitar as he pulls the new strings through the bridge. Dew idly chews at his bottom lip, his face neutral but his eyes never leaving Rain’s hands. Rain glances up at him nervously, trying his best to work both quickly and carefully. Dew continues to watch, wordlessly.
Rain finally finishes replacing the last string and gives them all a final check, turning the tuning knobs a few more times as he gently plucks at the instrument and listens to the notes resonate. Satisfied with his work, he hands it back over to Dew. Dew accepts it, his fingers brushing Rain’s as he pulls the guitar back into his own lap.
“Thanks,” Dew says, his cheeks tinging pink as he looks at the water ghoul. Rain smiles.
“Anytime, friend,” he says, standing to his feet and giving Dew a quick clap on the shoulder before wandering away to go attend to his own instrument.
Dew looks at his shoulder, the ghost of Rain’s touch lingering on his skin. He watches Rain rejoin Swiss, his fingers brushing against the multi-ghoul’s arm as he passes, laughing at something he just said. Dew narrows his eyes.
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Over the course of the next few days, Dew finds himself unable to look away from Rain’s hands. He’s never particularly noticed them before, but now that he has, he can’t stop—obsessively watching Rain play his bass, twirl his fingers through his wavy hair, button up his shirt, lace his shoes—and worst of all, touch all of the other ghouls. Dragging his fingertips along Mountain’s lower back as he passes behind him, excitedly grasping Cumulus’s hands as they share a joke, fluffing Swiss’s curls after he removes his mask. His expressive fingers always ready to help, to share, to tease, to love.
Dew wishes Rain would touch him, too. But the last time Rain touched him—placing his hands on the smaller ghoul’s shoulders as he stood behind him in a band meeting—Dew snapped at him to fuck off.
Dew now has regrets.
So he starts inventing reasons to invite Rain into his personal space. To give him permission to help, to touch. To let him know that he regrets coming across so harshly before. That he doesn’t know why he’s so angry sometimes. That he appreciates him and wants him around more. But without actually talking about his feelings, of course.
Dew maybe exaggerates a hand cramp as he’s trying to braid his hair before a show one night, turning to Rain with pleading eyes.
“Do you know how to braid?” he asks. “I need to get my hair under my balaclava but my fucking hands won’t cooperate.”
“Of course,” Rain responds with a smile, moving behind the smaller ghoul and taking his long blond locks in his hands. Dew lets himself purr as he feels his hair slip through Rain’s fingers, grinning in delight as the water ghoul tugs gently at his scalp, wishing desperately that he could watch but enjoying the sensations nonetheless—Rain expertly french-braiding Dew’s hair down his back and securing the long braid up against his head with a series of pins.
“You’re really good at this,” Dew mumbles, examining Rain’s work in a mirror as the water ghoul grins.
“Mountain taught me how so I can help him out. It’s hard for him to reach behind his back, being so buff and muscle-bound and all.”
Dew smirks.
“Thanks.”
Rain hesitantly brings his hands to Dew’s shoulders, giving him a reassuring squeeze—his touch softening once he realizes that Dew isn’t going to smack him away.
“Anytime,” he says with a smile.
Dew is pleased with his and Rain’s new hair-braiding arrangement, taking the water ghoul up on his offer nearly every day, but soon he wants more.
He notices Rain helping Swiss wipe away a streak of missed face paint after a show one night—and the next day Dew finds himself “accidentally” touching an open palette of makeup before dragging his fingertips surreptitiously across his cheek.
“How did you even manage to do this?” Rain chuckles, instinctively licking his thumb before pressing it to Dew’s skin, frowning as his efforts do nothing but smear the black mark around.
“There’s too much shit on this makeup table,” Dew replies with a frown, feeling his cheeks prickle as Rain grips the side of his face, furrowing his brows as he fights to wipe away the offending smudge.
A few days later, Dew notices Rain with Cumulus backstage before the show—the water ghoul holding the ghoulette’s leg in his lap as he runs a needle and thread through the fabric of her pants, stitching up a hole in the knee that she noticed right before going onstage.
“You’re a lifesaver, Rainy,” she purrs, tousling his wavy blue-black hair. Rain grins, cutting the thread with his fangs.
“Happy to help,” he replies, kissing the back of Cumulus’s hand with a wink.
The next day, Dew’s pants mysteriously develop a hole in the knee right before they go on stage.
“You’re on a roll this week,” Rain says, examining the damaged fabric with a bemused smile. “How did this even happen? Looks like you took a box cutter to it.”
“No idea,” Dew grumbles, making sure the box cutter in his back pocket is securely out of sight. “Just put ‘em on and they were like that.”
“Cumulus ripped her pants yesterday too, you guys are lucky I’m handy with a sewing kit,” Rain muses, squinting at the eye of the needle as he attempts to thread it.
“Oh really? Maybe someone is sabotaging our wardrobe,” Dew replies noncomittally, intently studying Rain as he holds the fabric in place with one hand and draws the thread through it with the other. Dew’s tongue flickers out over his lips as he examines a tendon bulging in Rain’s wrist.
“Maybe,” Rain hums in return, grinning up at Dew as he stitches.
Unfortunately, over the next few days, Dew finds himself asking for more genuine assistance as his aching joints badly flare. This makes him feel frustrated and embarrassed—much preferring to be in the position of knowing he’s capable of performing his own fine motor skills but instead persuading Rain into touching him for kicks, rather than having to admit to a real need for help.
But Rain doesn’t mind—attentively braiding Dew’s hair, lacing his shoes, buttoning his shirt—recognizing the pain that the little ghoul is in, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. And feeling honored that he’s the one Dew’s come to for help.
One night, Dew’s frustrations get the better of him—what started with one flubbed note while warming up backstage soon spirals into a full-blown meltdown as his aching fingers refuse to follow his brain’s commands. Everyone watches in horror and pity as the little ghoul throws his guitar off and onto a table, stalking out the door into the hallway with heat radiating so aggressively off his body that it can be felt across the room. They all look at each other. They hear a door slam. They all look at Rain.
Rain, knowing that he’s the one that Dew has chosen to show some rare vulnerability to these past few weeks for whatever reason, silently leaves the room in pursuit. He hears a muffled slam from behind a closed door and approaches it, knocking on it softly, pressing his ear to the wood to listen in.
“Dew? Are you okay?” he calls.
“I’m fine,” Dew spits in return. Rain hears a hollow plastic thud, like a small-statured person kicking a trashcan. He pauses for a moment.
“Can I come in?” he asks.
Dew doesn’t answer.
“I’m coming in,” Rain informs him, pushing open the door.
Dew’s sitting on top of a table, two upturned chairs on the floor beside him, staring at the floor with his brows knit in anger as tears roll down his pink cheeks. Without thinking, Rain reaches for him—tilting Dew’s head up and wiping a tear away softly with his thumb, looking into the fire ghoul’s big copper eyes with concern.
Dew’s eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise, his heat flaring under Rain’s touch as his eyes flash. Rain pulls his hand back as if he’s been burned, displaying his palms in a gesture of peace as he steps away.
“I’m sorry,” he stammers apologetically. “I wasn’t thinking. I know you don’t like to be touched.”
“No,” Dew murmurs, reaching out for Rain’s hand. Rain looks down in surprise, pausing for a moment before hesitantly reaching back, letting the fire ghoul lace his fingers between his. Rain gives Dew’s hand a gentle squeeze.
“I like… I want you to touch me,” Dew says thickly, intently staring past Rain as he avoids his gaze. Rain’s cheeks flush blue as he grins, taking a step toward his friend.
“You do?” he asks, bringing a hand to Dew’s face—running his thumb gently along his jawline, letting his fingers nest back in his unbrushed mess of blond hair. Dew sniffs.
“I like your hands,” he spits angrily, his face burning scarlet at the effort of admitting to a peek at his feelings. Rain laughs, pulling Dew into a hug, and Dew can’t help but let a smile creep across his lips too.
“Did you cut your pants on purpose to give me an excuse to sew you back up?”
Dew smirks, his eyes flickering up to meet Rain’s as he pulls away.
“The box cutter was still in my pocket as you were stitching me.”
Rain grins, the two ghouls looking into each other’s eyes as Rain wipes one last runaway tear off Dew’s face. Rain can see Dew’s tail swishing through the air behind him.
“Well next time you want me to touch you, just tell me,” Rain purrs, bringing both hands to the sides of Dew’s face, brushing his hair back behind his pointed ears. “It’s a pain in the ass to sew your pants back together.”
“What if I like being a pain in your ass?” Dew grins, flashing his fangs. Rain smiles.
“Well, if you insist. But I can think of much more fun things I can do with my hands than sewing your pants up,” he says, tilting Dew’s face up to meet his as he leans down, gently pressing their lips together.
Rating: Explicit | Words: 5,414 (they had to yearn and pine for 3,000 words before any dicks were even touched, okay)
Pairing: Rain/Dew
Summary: Rain and Dew's disgustingly soft first time, set in the Midwest Emo Ghouls AU. Featuring much pining and yearning, idiot besties in love terrified to make a move for each other, and enthusiastically consensual unsafe sex. Everyone comes fast.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” Dew breathes, breaking away from Rain momentarily to catch his breath.
“Me too,” Rain murmurs in response, still hardly able to believe that this is happening. “At Beltane, I thought—”
“I thought you were just drunk,” Dew interjects.
“I thought you were just drunk,” Rain challenges.
The two ghouls laugh, Rain bringing his hand up to brush Dew’s hair back from his face as he smiles at him. Pink blooms across Dew’s cheeks as he looks at the water ghoul, his eyes large and glassy.
“Can I kiss you some more?” Dew murmurs.
“You can do whatever you want,” Rain replies with a grin.
Shoutout to @herbal-quintessence @crimsonclergy @autumnblooms @midnight-moth and everyone else who's brought the Midwest Emo Ghouls AU to life! It's been so much fun watching this universe grow and it's an honor to contribute 💕
My own brain is railing me relentlessly. You have me hooked on rain/dew/phantom. What will happen if dew and rain decide to endulge phantom? Will they tie him up and make him watch or will they play with him mercilessly👀
I'm sorry for asking but i will combust into thin air😭
The conclusion to my accidental PhantomRainDrop ficlet miniseries is finally here!! Time to wreck some ghouls!
To catch up on the events that led us to this point, please read:
"Phantom Chokes Himself While Jerking Off to Raindrop"
"What Raindrop Was Up To While Phantom Was Busy" and
"Rain and Dew Objectify an Oblivious Phantom"
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Infinite Skin
Rating: Explicit — Words: 8,529 | 1 Chapter
Pairing: Phantom/Rain/Dew
Summary: It's no secret that the shy new ghoul has it bad for Dew and Rain. After weeks of mulling over the possibilities, the couple finally invites Phantom in to play. A long, sticky night of depravity commences.
Contains: A hot nasty threesome, baby's first time topping, horn porn, gill play, tail pulling, Dew being a bossy bottom, Mean Rain!!, anal fingering and fucking, blow jobs, much elaboration on Phantom's piercings, come everywhere, choking, spitroast-style double penetration, and more!!
hey so what if newly summoned phantom/aeon/wtv chokes himself while jerking off because he's too embarrassed to ask any of the ghouls to do it to him?
THANK YOU for giving me such a delicious tidbit to ponder while I'm having hella writer's block on my Dewther fic and my actual job is kicking my ass!! 1.3k words because I don't know what a ficlet is.
I wrote this super fast and in past tense for some fucking reason unknown to me so if you see anything weird no you didn't :)
EDIT: I wrote a follow-up to this following Raindrop's couch adventures after Phantom scurried away! Read it here.
Dew and Rain didn’t realize that Phantom was watching them.
Phantom didn’t mean to—he had walked out into the common room in the middle of the night to get a glass of water, and had stumbled upon the two ghouls together on a couch in front of the dying fireplace. The dim flickers of the fire cast just enough light to trace the curves of their bodies—both naked, Dew sitting on Rain’s lap, pressed against his chest, his head rolling back onto the water ghoul’s shoulder as Rain murmured something in his ear that made him hoarsely chuckle.
Phantom was about to apologize for the intrusion and scamper back to his room when Rain brought his hands to Dew’s slender hips, lifting the little ghoul up just slightly before settling him back down on his lap, making Dew whine and keen and scrunch his eyes shut as Rain smirked. Phantom felt his mouth go dry as he realized what he was looking at—Rain’s dick buried in Dew’s ass, the water ghoul giving his smaller friend just enough movement to draw beautiful noises from his throat but not enough to give his aching, leaking cock any relief.
“C’mon, Rainy,” Dew whined, reaching for his painfully hard erection as he shifted his hips against Rain, desperately searching for friction. Rain smacked his hand away as Dew groaned.
“You know better than that,” Rain hissed, using one hand to pull Dew tight against him as he dragged the other hand slowly up his chest. Dew whimpered as Rain’s long fingers traced the topography of his torso, giving his nipple ring a tug before moving up to his neck, slowly stroking the soft, vulnerable skin of his throat as Dew shakily exhaled.
Phantom stepped further back into the shadows, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene playing out in front of him. He felt his dick stiffen in his pants and reached down to adjust it, whimpering quietly as he touched himself.
Ever since he joined the band, he’s been enamored with Dew and Rain—always trying to find reasons to be around them, to talk to them, to try and get on their good side—desperately hoping that one day they’ll invite him in to play. He knows that all the ghouls routinely hook up with each other and he’s well within his bounds to be the one to propose it, but he’s still so shy. So scared to be the new guy who makes a faux pas, breaks some unwritten rule, and gets laughed at for it. Terrified of getting rejected by his bandmates who he looks up to so much.
So instead, he is watching from the shadows, desperately yearning to come into the light—but instead paralyzed on the spot, pawing at his achingly hard dick as he watched Rain bring his slender fingers around Dew’s throat and squeeze.
Dew gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head as Rain choked him, the water ghoul bringing his mouth to Dew’s ear to whisper something that Phantom can’t hear. Dew nodded, tears crinkling in the corners of his eyes, tail slapping the couch next to him as Rain rolled his hips to give the fire ghoul a bit of friction, hissing in satisfaction at the noises his movement teased from Dew’s lips.
“Fuck, Rainy,” Dew whined, emitting a stuttering sob as Rain choked him again, the water ghoul bringing his other hand to Dew’s dick to tease his thumb at his slit as the fire ghoul keened.
Phantom felt himself burning red-hot, suddenly aware of how much of a voyeur he is. He shouldn’t be here, he shouldn’t be watching this. What if they caught him? They’d definitely laugh at him. They might even be mad. He needs to leave.
Phantom turned around and scurried back to his room, his footsteps feather-light, closing the door behind him as quietly as possible. He clicked the lock and leaned against the door to catch his breath, his fingers undoing the fly of his pants before his brain even caught up to what he was doing, his erection laying heavy in his hand as he considered what he just saw.
He bit down hard on his lower lip and whined as he slid his hand over his cock, scrunching his eyes shut and wrinkling his nose as he fantasized about being the one parked on Rain’s dick in front of the fireplace. How good it must feel to be pressed against the water ghoul’s cool skin, his silky voice rumbling in his ear, his thick cock buried up to the hilt in Phantom’s tight asshole as he teases him, giving him enough to whine and cry and beg for it but not enough to come.
Phantom whimpered pathetically, feeling his knees get weak under him as his cock spurted, running his thumb over his slit and dragging his own pre down his length to help his hand move faster. He can’t remember ever being this hard before, ever being this insistently desperate to come. He felt his cock kick as the first tingles of orgasm start to creep up on him already, a tightness pulling across his stomach as he whined and sobbed, hand flying frantically across his dick as he pulled himself closer and closer to the edge.
His thoughts turned to Dew—how mean he can be sometimes. How much Phantom likes it. He imagined himself begging Dew to fuck him, the fire ghoul laughing at him with a smirk as he grabs Phantom by the hips and shoves his cock into his ass, Phantom crying and sobbing and begging Dew to fuck him even harder. To be meaner. Pull his hair, pull his tail, leave scratches and bruises on his skin. Choke him.
Phantom’s free hand found its way to his own throat, giving himself a few curious touches as his other hand continued to work his dick. He wrapped his spindly fingers around his neck and gave himself an exploratory squeeze, immediately gasping out in surprise and pleasure as he felt the choke tighten.
“Fuck, Dew,” he murmured to himself, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip as he imagined the fire ghoul being the one with his hand around his throat, choking himself again as he felt his balls draw up in preparation for what was to come. He envisioned Dew’s hot skin pressed against him as he mercilessly slams his cock deep in his asshole, hissing a string of filth and profanity in his ear as his hand cut off his airway, Phantom begging and whining and keening as he draws closer and closer to orgasm.
“You’re such a pathetic little slut,” he envisioned Dew whispering in his ear. “Such a fucking whore. So desperate for my cock it makes you look stupid. You’d do anything for me.”
“Y-yes, daddy,” Phantom whimpered out loud into his empty room, sliding down onto his knees as he felt himself about to come, tightening his hand around his own throat again as he furiously beat his cock.
“Be a good boy for daddy. Be a good boy and come for me.”
Phantom let out a choked sob around his own hand as he nodded, tears rolling down his face as he felt himself teeter over the edge of an explosive orgasm, a loud moan escaping his lips despite his best efforts to contain it.
“I’m such a good boy for you,” he whimpered, doubling over with a gasp as he came hard, his ears ringing as his come shot out into a wide splatter across his floor. Phantom breathed shakily through the last waves of his orgasm as the movement of his hand slowed to a stop, reality rushing back in as he caught his breath and opened his eyes.
“Such a good boy,” he murmured again, cheeks burning as he examined the mess he made on his bedroom floor. He stroked his fingers across his throat one last time, savoring the fantasy of Dew’s touch, before standing up to sneak his way back out to the hallway and get a towel from the bathroom.
been thinking about phantom being *too* into choking. and when it's swiss doing it to him? bro goes insane, swiss is almost scared he might accidentally kill phantom
I know I promised not to tickle everyone's taint with the finale of Raindrop/Phantom but I'm gonna tickle y'all just a little bit because I HAD to write this first.
I incorporated @kkaisarion's big-brain idea from yesterday's "What if Phantom could suck his own dick" post for double the fun!
Curious Friends
Rating: Explicit — Words: 3,585 | 1 chapter
Pairing: Phantom/Swiss
Summary: Swiss comes to the rescue after Phantom gets stuck in a compromising position. While he's there, Swiss offers to help him out with anything else he might need. He gets a little more than he bargained for from his seemingly shy new bandmate.
Contains: An attempt at autofellatio, humiliation and comfort, sloppy makeouts, anal fingering, anal sex, choking, breathplay, irresponsible use of quintessence magic, Phantom being scary-horny
Summary: Part 4 of Slow Burn / Sink or Swim / Sacred and Profane! But you can also jump in here.
Ghost heads out on tour—without Aether—and everything falls apart after a rough night on stage. Dew withdraws into the ghoul pack, leaving you feeling sad, lonely, and confused. You find comfort in the company of someone else who's been feeling excluded—the new quintessence ghoul, Phantom. Can you get your relationship with Dew back on track and get to the bottom of his big feelings about Aether while also navigating your increasingly-more-close friendship with the new guy?
(Want more background on the Dew/Aether tour angst? Read my early-days-Dewther fic, Bury Me Alive, before jumping in here!)
Contains: Angst with a happy ending, sucking/fucking/fingering all orifices, lots of tour sex, irresponsible use of quintessence, Dew's inability to talk about his feelings, messy navigation of the poorly defined boundaries of Dew/Reader's relationship, a taste of praise/degradation/daddy/breeding kinks, fucking nasty, pegging, spitroasting, and more!!
“Swiss and Cirrus… they’ve been helping me open up,” the fire ghoul purrs, circling his tongue against Mountain’s skin.
“Like… emotionally?”
Dew cackles, momentarily breaking contact with Mountain’s neck to look into his eyes.
“Be serious, Mounty. Like, my asshole.”
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Dew and Mountain size kink machine go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Little romp about Dew putting the effort in to be with Mountain despite their extreme size differences. Little bit of angst, lots of fluff, even more smut.
Read below the cut or here on AO3!
“It’s not a competition, Dewdrop.”
Dew turns to look at the earth ghoul with narrowed eyes, a cough bobbing in his throat as it tries its best to escape. The bong he’s just taken an excessively large rip from rests in his lap, his small hands curled around it.
“Yes, it is,” Dew croaks, fighting his own need for oxygen for another few seconds before exhaling a tremendous cloud of smoke directly in his friend’s face.
Mountain purses his lips, batting the smoke away with a giant hand.
“Every time you try and keep up with me you knock yourself on your ass. I’m a lot bigger than you, remember.”
Dew smirks.
“Size isn’t everything.”
Mountain sighs, reaching for the bong. Dew hands it over, lighting it for the earth ghoul with his fire element. Mountain bubbles away, unable to help himself from easily one-upping the little ghoul with a gargantuan hit, the muscles on his broad shoulders rippling under his tank top as he holds his breath and then slowly exhales. Dew scowls.
“Jesus, you two,” Swiss says, walking into the living room and squinting his eyes at the haze of smoke. “It’s not a competition.”
“It IS,” Dew whines. “And I want to WIN.”
Dew grabs for the bong and Mountain hands it back reluctantly, knowing exactly where this evening is going.
Every time Mountain tries to spend some quality time with Dewdrop, shit goes off the rails somehow. Dew gets too drunk, Dew gets too high, Dew gets in a fight with Rain, Dew has a grand idea for a big adventure that ends up with him getting shackled up in the dungeon by an angry elder sister, Dew forgives Rain and then disappears with him to go kiss and make up, Dew smells that Cumulus has gone into heat and must drop everything to find her now—the list is endless. But the outcome is always the same—Mountain ends up rescuing his ass and carrying him to his bedroom, while Mountain goes to bed alone.
Dewdrop and Mountain are a bit of an odd pairing. Their demeanors and personalities often clash—with Mountain being very soft, gentle, patient, and in tune with his own body and mind; while Dewdrop has a hair-trigger temper, an allergy to his own feelings, and generally leaves a path of wreckage and chaos everywhere he goes.
Not to mention their physical differences, with the two ghouls sitting on extreme opposites of the size spectrum. Dew is, as Swiss affectionately says, “the size of a toddler”—just above five feet tall and rail-thin, his spindly limbs barely big enough to fill out his tight clothing, his slender face flanked by high cheekbones and small, delicate horns. Meanwhile, Mountain easily looks capable of crushing Dew to death between two fingers—over seven feet tall and solid as a tank, gigantic hands calloused from years of playing the drums and doing heavy labor in the gardens, a broad face and sturdy nose sprinkled with freckles from time in the sun, and a large rack of roughly branching horns rising from his thick mane of chestnut brown hair.
It was their size difference that brought them together for the first time—a night much like this, sharing some weed that Mountain grew in the greenhouses—when Dew curiously put his palm flat against Mountain’s for comparison. Charmed by the extreme difference, the two ghouls giggled as they compared everything else—height, width, arm span, bicep size, tail length, horn height. Tongue length. Nipple size.
Then Dew wondered if he’d be able to wrap his legs around Mountain’s hips. And Mountain wondered if he’d be able to pick the little ghoul up with one hand. And that’s how they ended up in Mountain’s bedroom, where they made sure to thoroughly compare their dick lengths, ball sizes, asshole diameters, and ejaculation volumes. For science.
Both of them enjoyed their night together a bit more than they were expecting. Mountain didn’t realize how much he likes feeling big until he held Dew in his hands, felt how effortlessly he could throw the little ghoul around—his large hands eclipsing Dew’s tiny wrists, his narrow hips, his slender neck—how easily he could overpower him if he wanted to. And Dew didn’t realize how much he liked feeling so small until he was straddling Mountain, feeling the earth ghoul’s hands swallow his hips whole, feeling how easy it was for him to lift and reposition him to his liking. How much Dew had to trust Mountain with his fingers wrapped around his throat, knowing the strength behind that calloused hand would easily be enough to end his life in a matter of seconds.
However, like most good things, it is complicated. Dew’s spent most of his life trying to compensate for his stature in one shape or form—resentful of being born so small, trying to make himself bigger through his attitude and volume and drug consumption and sexual conquests. So embracing this space within him—this space that likes being so small, really likes it—is difficult for him. Made even more difficult by his complete inability to talk about his feelings, with Dew always stomping off in a huff every time Mountain tries to gently prod his way in and get a sense of what’s going on in the little ghoul’s brain.
Their size difference adds some physical challenges, too—much more on Dew’s side than Mountain’s. The fire ghoul struggles to get his mouth and his hole around Mountain’s enormous dick, so desperate to please his partner that he often cries in frustration that all the tricks and skills he’s so proud of performing with the rest of the pack just don’t translate to him and Mountain. Not that Mountain cares at all—every moment spent with Dew feels good to him, regardless of how deep down various orifices he can take his cock. Dew can always make him come, even if they have to get a little creative with it. But he can tell that it burns at the little ghoul, watching Mountain take his dick with ease and enthusiasm, while he’s unable to return the favor no matter how hard he tries.
Mountain has, of course, tried to talk to him about this. To assure him that their differences are precisely why he loves spending time with him. But Dew won’t internalize it—all he hears is “It’s okay that you’re too small. It’s okay that you just can’t do it.”
And Dew doesn’t like being told what he can and can’t do.
So it’s no surprise to Mountain that Dew often finds some way to snake out of their nights together before things get physical. He knows that despite how much they enjoy each other’s company, it also comes with a lot of complicated feelings for him. So he never forces it, always gives Dew the space he needs. He just wishes that Dew would talk about it. Would listen to him when he assures him that he wouldn’t have him any other way.
Dew exhales his bong hit with a happy sigh and his eyes flutter closed as he hands the piece back to Mountain, slumping down to rest his head in the earth ghoul’s sizable lap. Mountain smiles as Dew purrs hard enough to vibrate his whole body, setting the bong aside to free his hands, running his fingers through Dew’s long platinum-blonde hair before bringing his palm to rest on Dew’s hip. Dew smiles and snuggles down even further into Mountain’s lap, gently curling his tail around the earth ghoul’s wrist.
“Cute,” says Swiss, emerging from the kitchen with a beer in hand. “Did little baby Dewdrop smoke too much weed again?”
“I’m just resting my eyes,” Dew mumbles thickly. Swiss laughs.
“You want a beer, Mount? Looks like you’re a little tied up.”
“Sure,” chuckles the earth ghoul, looking down at his lap. Dew’s purrs are turning to snores as he drifts off into a drug-induced sleep.
Meanwhile, Mountain is wide awake, having barely caught a buzz from their bong rip competition. Swiss sits down in an adjacent chair, knowing that if nobody came over to hang out with him then Mountain would just sit silently by himself all night rather than disturb Dew. He hands the earth ghoul a beer and they gently clink bottles, both ghouls taking a deep drink.
Dew continues to snore away as Swiss and Mountain chat and laugh their way through a few more beers, talking about the latest drama with Terzo and Sister Imperator, their opinions on the Cardinal’s progressively tighter tour costumes, and what they think of the latest food options coming out of the abbey’s kitchen. Swiss is in the middle of enthusiastically describing an impressive ass he saw on a new sister of sin when he catches himself yawning, looking over at the nearest clock with surprise.
“Damn, time flies when you’re listening to Dew snore,” he says, rubbing under his eyes.
“Yeah,” Mountain replies, looking down at the sleeping fire ghoul. “I suppose it’s probably time to carry him off to bed.”
Swiss laughs as he stands up, carrying their empty beer bottles to the kitchen.
“You need to find yourself someone who isn’t such a cheap date,” he winks at Mountain as he walks back across the room to the ghouls’ bedchambers. Mountain chuckles.
“G’night, Swiss.”
“Night night, big guy.”
Mountain sighs, slowly running his fingers through Dew’s hair again. Dew stirs slightly, sniffing and blearily cracking one eye open to look at his large friend.
“Whattimeisit,” he asks, stifling a yawn.
“Time to get you to bed, lightweight,” Mountain replies, effortlessly lifting Dew up in his arms. Dew snickers, wrapping his arms around Mountain’s neck and nuzzling his face into his shoulder as he gets carried across the room and down the hall.
Mountain stops at the door of Dew’s room and goes to push it open when the fire ghoul suddenly perks up, big amber eyes wide and alert.
“Noooo,” he whines with a pout. “Take me to bed with you.”
Mountain falters, looking back at Dew with equally wide eyes.
“Are you sure?” He murmurs. Dew nods enthusiastically, nuzzling his face back into Mountain’s neck with a loud purr.
Mountain continues slowly down the hall toward his own room, holding Dew tight to his chest as the little ghoul swishes his tail. He pushes his door open and kicks it closed behind him before gently laying Dew down on his bed, his cheeks tinging green as Dew smiles up at him. Mountain’s always had a particularly soft spot for Dew in this moment—his long blonde hair splayed angelically out below him on his bed as he looks at the earth ghoul with eager eyes, his copper irises sparkling with mischief to come.
“I didn't mean to get THAT high,” Dew says as he watches Mountain lock the door and dim the lights. “Only a little high.”
“Mmhmm,” Mountain replies with a smirk. “Sure you didn't.”
“I swear,” Dew whines as Mountain slides into bed next to him, scooping the little ghoul into his chest and planting a gentle kiss on his forehead.
“I just wanted to get high enough to relax a little.”
“Yeah?” Mountain asks, looking into Dew’s eyes.
“Yeah,” Dew breathes in return. “I’ve been… practicing.”
Mountain’s breath hitches in his throat as the fire ghoul clutches his waist and rocks his hips into him, hissing under his breath.
“How so?” Mountain rasps, growling lowly as Dew nips at the soft flesh where his neck and shoulder meet.
“Swiss and Cirrus… they’ve been helping me open up,” the fire ghoul purrs, circling his tongue against Mountain’s skin.
“Like… emotionally?”
Dew cackles, momentarily breaking contact with Mountain’s neck to look into his eyes.
“Be serious, Mounty. Like, my asshole.”
“Oh,” Mountain laughs as Dew goes back to work, flickering his tongue up into the earth ghoul’s ear.
“Yeah, we’ve been working on it, you know. Taking it slow, a little at a time. Until I could finally take Cirrus’s giant purple dong.”
Mountain pushes Dew back, green eyes wide with surprise.
“Are you serious? That thing is practically a baseball bat.”
“Well, so is yours, buddy,” Dew hisses, bringing his lips to Mountain’s and flickering his tongue into his open mouth.
“That must’ve taken a while,” Mountain murmurs against Dew, the smaller ghoul hungrily lapping into him.
“Mmhmm,” Dew agrees, burying his hands in Mountain’s thick wavy hair as he continues to kiss him, fighting through Mountain’s words to sink his forked tongue into his mouth. But Mountain still had more to say.
“And you did that for me?” the earth ghoul asks softly.
“Do you see anyone else with a baseball-bat-sized cock around here?” Dew replies, pulling back to smile at his friend. His tone is humorous but his eyes are soft, glowing gently in the dim light.
Mountain takes a moment to look at him, running his thumb along the sharp edge of Dew’s cheekbone, unsure what to say.
Dew pulls the earth ghoul’s face back towards his, resuming his hungry kisses, Mountain fighting his tongue back against Dew’s as their fangs find each other’s lips and their hips grind together, both of them feeling the other getting hard already.
Mountain lets out a low moan as Dew moves his mouth to his neck, sinking his teeth into his flesh hard enough to draw pinprick points of blood, thirstily lapping at the wound as a bruise forms on Mountain’s pale green skin. Mountain flexes his claws into Dew’s back, thrusting into him as he feels his cock kick in his jeans, Dew hissing in satisfaction as he brings a slender hand down to meet it.
“Let’s get these pesky pants off,” Dew breathes, giving Mountain’s dick an aggressive rub before sitting back, tossing his shirt off, and hastily undoing his jeans. He watches Mountain with extreme interest as the earth ghoul strips off his tank top, muscles bulging and rippling beneath his freckled green skin, before moving to slide out of his pants as well.
Dew licks his lips as Mountain’s jeans drop to the floor, unveiling his extremely large and extremely erect dick. Dew kicks his pants off, bringing a hand to his own cock—which is also impressively large, but nobody is big like Mountain is big.
The two ghouls regard each other in the dim light, both of them breathing heavily as they slowly stroke at their cocks. Mountain makes the first move, grabbing Dew and effortlessly throwing him back onto the bed, climbing on top of him and pinning his wrists down as he forces his tongue into his eager mouth. Dew moans as Mountain lowers his weight—but not all of his weight—down onto him, pressing the smaller ghoul into the mattress and making him gasp for breath between frantic kisses.
“Fuck, Mounty,” Dew moans, desperately writhing under the much larger ghoul, wrapping his legs as far as they’ll go around Mountain’s broad hips as he tries to find friction on his dick wherever he can get it.
Mountain grabs a fistful of Dew’s platinum blonde hair and yanks it back, moving his mouth down to the fire ghoul’s neck, Dew’s rose-gold skin already glowing pink with heat and blush. Dew gasps as Mountain returns his earlier favor, biting a mark into his flesh with his fangs and growling as he sucks away the resultant blood, Dew’s red eyes rolling back in his head as his long eyelashes flutter closed.
Mountain’s breathing is labored, his breath hot and forceful against Dew’s neck as he trails his hand back up Dew’s arm and wraps it around his slender wrist. Mountain stares at it, eyes glowing green as he furrows his brow, taking in how easily his fingers close together around Dew’s fragile frame. How easily he could control him.
Dew stares back at him, his pupils huge as he pants beneath Mountain’s weight, his heat rising and his erection stifferening under Mountain’s oppressive force. Moaning lowly as he envisions how easily Mountain could crush him, could throw him out of bed, could make him do whatever he wanted him to do.
Mountain shudders as he looks at the helpless little ghoul beneath him, bringing his large hand to stroke Dew’s cheekbone as he whimpers in anticipation of what’s to come.
“Let me get you warmed up,” Mountain murmurs, gently pressing another kiss on the fire ghoul’s parted lips.
“Yes, please,” Dew whispers with a nod.
Mountain moves down, planting soft kisses on Dew’s neck, then collarbone, then nipples, then stomach. Dew giggles as Mountain brushes his rough stubble against his ticklish belly, grabbing him by his branched horns to push him further south. Mountain smiles as he circles his tongue on Dew’s soft inner thigh, licking a trail upward before finally bringing his lips to his cock.
Mountain knows that Dew sometimes gets upset seeing how easily he can take his full length when Dew can’t return the favor, so Mountain lingers at his head. Sucking and swirling his forked tongue around Dew’s slit, smiling in satisfaction as Dew moans loudly and slaps his tail against the bed, holding onto Mountain’s horns with surprising strength.
“Take me further,” Dew gasps, pulling him down.
Mountain happily obliges, taking Dew into the back of his throat and wrapping his tongue around his shaft, bobbing his head as both the ghouls purr loud enough to rattle the entire bed.
Mountain always loves the noises Dew makes, gasping and moaning and whining so enthusiastically it sounds like it’s his first time. Dew is certainly rewarding him tonight, his moans so loud that Mountain is surprised that someone else hasn't come knocking on the door to see what’s going on and if they can help. Normally Mountain would welcome a third party, but not tonight. Tonight is for him and Dew.
Mountain can feel Dew tensing beneath him and responds by taking him even further, his lips touching the base of Dew’s cock as he opens his throat to accommodate him. He brings a hand up to play with Dew’s balls as he works his entire length, putting his long tongue to work as he forces himself down onto his dick, fighting through his gag reflex. Dew’s tail finds Mountain’s and twirls together with it as he moans, his hands in a death grip on Mountain’s horns as he feels himself approaching the edge.
“I’m gonna come,” Dew whimpers, and Mountain responds by taking Dew far into the back of his throat as the little ghoul cries out, tugging on Mountain’s horns as he reaches climax. He shoots a wave of come into the back of Mountain’s waiting throat before shuddering and releasing another, finally letting go of the earth ghoul’s horns to collapse backwards onto the pillows once his orgasm is spent.
Mountain swallows and wipes his hand with the back of his mouth, looking at Dew as he catches his breath. The little ghoul is flushed pink with heat, his eyes closed and lips gently parted as he recovers from his first orgasm. A tendril of hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat and Mountain brushes it away gently, smiling as Dew flutters his eyes open to look at him.
Dew smiles back, tightening his tail where it is still twined around Mountain’s. His eyes graze down to Mountain’s cock, which is standing painfully erect and leaking a bead of precum.
“My turn,” he says hungrily, reaching for Mountain’s dick.
Mountain lays back and lets Dew climb on top of him, the fire ghoul eagerly wrapping his lips around Mountain’s cock head. Mountain carefully watches him for any signs of frustration, gently stroking the side of his face with his thumb as he wraps his tongue around as much of his dick as he can take, his lips stretching at the corner as he tries to accommodate as much of Mountain’s girth as possible.
The earth ghoul moans and whines maybe a bit more than he’d generally be inclined to do, breathing encouragement at Dew every step of the way.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs. He pauses for a moment, brushing Dew’s curtain of blonde hair away so he can get a better view of his face.
“You’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
Dew’s cheeks flush pink and Mountain smiles to himself. It always feels a bit wrong using it to his advantage, but he’s figured out that it is the magic word. Plus, Dew really is gorgeous, his hair and horns shimmering in the soft light, his eyebrows knit in concentration as he tries so hard to please Mountain as much as Mountain just pleased him.
Dew moans in satisfaction, working his way a little further down Mountain’s length, his tongue performing some enthusiastic choreography. Mountain’s breath hitches in his throat as he unexpectedly feels himself approaching orgasm already. He wasn’t expecting Dew to be able to get him off quite this fast, but there’s just something about him tonight.
“Stop,” Mountain breathes, bringing a hand under Dew’s chin to tilt his face up. Dew removes himself from his cock and looks at him with wide eyes, waiting for his next instructions.
“Lay down,” Mountain murmurs, patting the bed next to him. Dew complies, his hair splaying across the pillow under him, watching Mountain with interest as he fetches a bottle of lube from his bedside table.
Mountain returns to Dew, laying next to him and bringing a large hand to the side of his face, kissing him deeply as he feels the little ghoul’s heat flare. Dew brings a slender hand to Mountain’s waist and pulls him closer, snaking his tongue into his mouth.
“Let me know if it gets to be too much for you. If you need me to stop,” Mountain murmurs.
“It won’t be,” Dew replies, trying to pull Mountain back in. The larger ghoul backs away assertively, looking into Dew’s eyes.
“I’m serious, Dewdrop. I have no expectations here, we could stop and go to sleep right now and I’d be the happiest ghoul alive.”
Dew’s eyelids flutter as he regards Mountain’s face, his amber eyes glassy.
“Thank you,” he whispers. Mountain smiles, pressing one last warm, deep kiss on the fire ghoul before sitting back. He grabs the bottle of lube and distributes some to the fingers of his right hand as Dew watches him intently, his tail twitching mischieviously like a cat’s.
Mountain leans back in and brings a finger to Dew’s hole, gently circling and teasing it as Dew giggles from the sensations.
“Ready?” Mountain asks. Dew smiles and nods.
Mountain slowly slides his long, thick finger in, watching Dew’s face as his eyes roll back and close, a wide grin spreading across his face.
“Fuck yeah,” he breathes as Mountain slowly curls his finger, bringing it out and back in with gentle, deliberate strokes. Dew bites his bottom lip and Mountain can feel his heat rising as his cock twitches to life in response to the movement of Mountain’s finger, growing chubby against Dew’s stomach as the earth ghoul works.
“Gimme another one,” Dew hisses, his tail slapping against the bed as he tests the sheets with his claws. Mountain complies, sliding a second finger in to join its neighbor as Dew loudly moans, wrapping his tail tight around his own leg as he grabs for Mountain’s other arm.
Mountain is surprised—usually adding his second finger is a bit more of struggle. Dew really has been working on it. He makes a mental note to thank Swiss and Cirrus for their part in this effort later.
Dew is whimpering and arching his back, sinking his claws into Mountain’s arm as he curls and thrusts and scissors his fingers inside of him. Mountain can’t help but let out a low growl as he watches the little ghoul, his face flushed pink as he pants for breath, his cock now fully hard and leaking a bead of precum near his bellybutton.
“Another one,” Dew spits, staring at Mountain with glowing red eyes under furrowed eyebrows.
Mountain hesitantly tests the limits of Dew’s hole with a third fingertip, knowing that this tends to be where the fire ghoul starts feeling some frustration. Dew snorts like a bull, breathing heavily through his nose as Mountain wriggles a finger in, focused intently on his face for any signs of pain or annoyance.
His third finger slides in and Dew lets out a loud moan, smiling as he tightens his tail around his leg and his cock drools another drip of precum. Mountain exhales with relief, resuming the motion of his fingers—smiling back at Dew, who is looking at him with heavy eyes.
“You good?” Mountain asks.
“Very good,” Dew replies, shuddering as a wave of pleasure overtakes his small body.
Mountain’s cock is so hard that it hurts, watching Dew expertly take three of his thick fingers like it’s nothing, writing and moaning under his touch. He’s dying to touch himself too but Dew has his claws sunk into his unoccupied arm, his hands running so hot Mountain feels like he’ll have handprint-shaped burn marks on his skin in the morning.
“Fuck, Mounty,” Dew gasps, his cock giving an enormous kick as precum continues to drool onto his stomach. He turns to Mountain, his claws flexing into his large forearm with more urgency.
“I need you. I want to try and take you,” the little ghoul pleads, pupils enormous in his copper irises.
Mountain pauses before slowly withdrawing his fingers, breathing heavily as he does.
“Do you want to be on top?” he asks. Dew nods.
Mountain lays down, his dick standing straight up at attention. He grabs the bottle of lube again and generously coats himself with it, giving his cock a few slow strokes as Dew catches his breath, pushing his sweaty hair out of his face as he watches Mountain prepare.
Dew wraps his slender fingers around Mountain’s wrist and moves his hand away from his dick, looking him in the eyes as he brings a leg over to straddle his hips. He sits high on his knees for a moment, taking some time to give the earth ghoul a few loving strokes, before finding the entrance of his hole with Mountain’s head.
Mountain holds his breath as Dew starts to ease his way down, at first grimacing before he catches himself tensing up and course-corrects, relaxing his face and taking deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth. He lets a curtain of his long blonde hair fall over his face as he concentrates, and as tempting as it is for Mountain to brush it away, he knows sometimes Dew shields his face behind it on purpose. He lets him have his privacy.
Mountain brings his hands to hover over Dew’s hips—ready to grab him and help him off at any sign of distress—but the fire ghoul has it under control, splaying his hands against Mountain’s firm abs as he lowers down, slowly and steadily, until he finally bottoms out.
Dew laughs to himself when he gets there, brushing his hair back from his face and grinning at Mountain as he perches on top of him, taking a moment to acclimate to the feeling. Mountain brings his hands to gently grasp Dew’s hips, running his thumbs along his hipbones as he looks at the little ghoul with glassy eyes.
He looks so small, straddled on top of Mountain’s wide frame with his giant hands wrapped around his narrow hips, that Mountain has a hard time believing that his cock is inside him. If it weren’t for the feeling—the incredible, tight, hot feeling—he wouldn’t be convinced this is happening right now at all.
Dew bites his lower lip and gives his hips an experimental roll, shuddering as he feels Mountain’s dick move inside of him.
“Is it necessary… for your dick… to be quite this big?” Dew moans, shifting and squirming as he tries to find the perfect motion and angle to get Mountain’s dick to hit where he needs it to hit.
“Would you be here if it wasn’t?” Mountain chuckles, loosening his grasp on Dew’s hips as he continues to experiment, prodding his tongue out between his fangs as he wrinkles his nose in annoyance.
“Of course I would. I also like your weed,” Dew replies with a smirk. Although his attitude is still cheerful, Mountain feels Dew’s heat flare as he furrows his brows, clearly coming to the realization that he spent so much time figuring out how to take the dick that he didn’t plan for what to do once he got it.
“Hey,” Mountain says gently. “Just lay down on my chest. You’ve done enough work, let me do the rest.”
Dew looks at him, his expression softening as he slowly lowers himself down onto the larger ghoul’s broad chest, his hands coming up to Mountain’s shoulders as he presses the side of his face to his sternum. Dew purrs as he listens to Mountain’s heartbeat, the earth ghoul bringing his hands to Dew’s ass and grasping hard enough to both hold him in place and gently spread his cheeks for easier access.
“You ready?” Mountain asks.
“Yes,” Dew murmurs, tracing Mountain’s jawline with a slender finger.
Mountain takes a deep, deliberate breath as he slowly withdraws a few inches of his dick, pausing for a moment before gently pushing his length back in, tilting his head up to keep an eye on Dew the entire time. Dew emits a happy whimper, smiling to himself with his eyes closed, his tail curling up above him.
Mountain pauses again at the bottom, taking a shaky breath. Dew’s hole is so tight around his dick it’s almost painful, the fire ghoul’s heat impossibly hot against his skin, Mountain’s head woozy from the overload of stimulus. Dew’s taken his dick before but never this fully or easily, and it’s historically been a bit of a tense experience for Mountain, who’s never been able to enjoy himself while also watching Dew struggle and grimace in pain.
So today—today is new. Overwhelmingly new. Mountain grunts as he thrusts into Dew again, a bit deeper and quicker this time. Dew responds by snapping his tail in the air, testing Mountain’s skin with his claws as he lets out a loud moan.
Mountain feels sweat bead on his hairline as Dew’s cock presses into his stomach, the little ghoul writhing on top of him as he bucks his hips, looking for friction. This all feels so good it’s almost nauseating—and the earth ghoul is acutely aware of how dangerously and frustratingly close he is to the point of no return already.
Mountain slowly withdraws his length again, letting out a whimper as he thrusts it back in, his balls protesting as they threaten to empty.
Dew glances up at him, his eyes glowing red.
“Harder,” he demands, flexing his claws into Mountain’s flesh as he finds a nipple with his forked tongue.
“Fuck, Dew, I—” Mountain gasps, his cock kicking inside of the fire ghoul as he stutters, unable to find his words.
Dew lifts himself up enough to make eye contact with Mountain, grinning wildly under the glow of his eyes.
“Uh oh. Is big guy about to blow his load?” He snickers, tail swishing behind him as he watches Mountain sweat. Mountain doesn’t say anything, simply breathing heavily through parted lips as he stares back at Dew, chest heaving.
Dew grinds his hips against Mountain’s, letting out a shudder as his dick drools precum onto the earth ghoul’s happy trail. He bites his lower lip as he moans, even the small motion against Mountain’s girth enough to make his cock kick.
“Just fuck me,” Dew breathes, settling back into position against Mountain’s chest. “Fuck me. I’ll come.”
Mountain nods, unable to respond, resuming his firm grip on Dew’s ass as he withdraws his length again. He furrows his brows as he thrusts himself back in, his claws digging into Dew as the little ghoul cries out.
“Fuck,” Dew moans, his face now fully red, his heat burning against Mountain’s skin. “You feel so fucking good.”
Mountain groans, Dew’s compliment not helping him win the battle against his own orgasm.
The earth ghoul exhales through his nose, taking a moment to strengthen his resolve, before deciding to just throw caution to the wind and go for it.
He slides himself out and thrusts back in, slowly at first but picking up the pace on every repetition, still keeping his eyes on Dew for any signs that he’s moving too fast or too hard. However, the fire ghoul can’t get enough, scratching red claw marks against Mountain as he cries out, moaning so loud he’s practically screaming, heat flaring so hot he’s raising the temperature of the entire room.
Mountain can feel the slick dampness on his stomach under Dew’s cock as he continues to leak beads of precum, his erection laying heavy between the two of them as he continues to thrust away.
“Come in me, Mounty,” Dew whines, looking up at the earth ghoul with blown pupils, tail snapping in the air. “I want you to come in me.”
That was all Mountain needed to hear to absolutely rocket over the cliff of his orgasm, his eyes rolling back as he digs his claws into Dew’s ass, slamming into the smaller ghoul a bit more forcefully than he intended as he completely empties himself inside of him with a groan.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dew whimpers, Mountain feeling a spreading warmth on his stomach as Dew also comes, shooting his load up between the two of them in shuddering waves as he cries out, his face sticky with sweat and drool against the skin of Mountain’s chest.
Both ghouls retract their claws and loosen their grips on one another as they catch their breath, Mountain brushing Dew’s hair away from his sweaty face as he gazes at the little ghoul.
Dew looks up at him and smiles weakly, his cheeks flushed pink as the red glow gradually fades from his eyes.
“Are you okay?” Mountain murmurs, stroking Dew’s cheek. He smiles.
“I’m great.”
Dew sighs happily, burying his face against Mountain’s sweaty chest hair and breathing deeply. Mountain strokes his back, letting the little ghoul linger on top of him as long as he wants. They lay in silence for a moment, listening to each other breathe, their purrs rumbling against each other’s chests.
“Was it worth the effort?” Mountain murmurs.
Dew’s tail twitches, swishing through the air.
“You’re worth the effort,” he softly responds.
Dew can’t see it, but Mountain’s face flushes bright green, the earth ghoul grinning to himself as he runs his fingers through Dew’s long blonde hair.
Dew slowly moves off of Mountain’s now-soft dick, wrinkling his nose as he assesses exactly how much come is on and in him as he brings himself up to perch on Mountain’s hips.
“Let’s wash this come off and go to bed,” he says, stifling a yawn as he frowns at the mess he made on both of their stomachs.
“Great idea,” Mountain responds.
“I call big spoon.”
Mountain laughs as he scoops Dew up in his arms, swinging his legs off the bed to stand up and carry him off to the shower.
