#nsfwriting

[skele-bunny]

Anyways,

Aether holding Dew down, really fucking him deep but slow. Promising he loves him, saying praises over every single body part, noise, and reaction he does both currently under him and not - from the top of his horns to the bottom of his feet.

"I love you."

[ashthewaterghoul]

Need Your Heat - A Phantom/Ifrit One Shot

    It was probably only a matter of time before the inevitable happened, and Ifrit’s eyes snapped up to Phantom’s, before widening at the sight before him. He strutted over to Phantom with his usually confident swagger, a wild glint in his eyes and a wide smile on his mouth. “Hey, Bug. Enjoy the show? I’m certainly enjoying this one.” He said, panting, his sweat-slicked chest reflecting the sun gorgeously as his eyes dragged all over Phantom’s hand and core. Phantom nodded, “Uh-huh, so fucking hot… please, Frit. I- oh… I need you so bad.”

Words: 2.7k

Tags: Smut, transmasc Phantom, they/them Phantom, piv sex, knotting, breeding talk, Ifrit's tits, they both wear crop tops, they both love fucking each other so much

a/n: This is my first time fully writing smut. I'm going to go and crawl into a cave and hide. A big thank you to @bloodysyren for beta-ing and helping come up with the title :)

Phantom’s anatomy terms - tdick, dick, clit, cunt, folds, hole.

For the love of Satan, MDNI

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    Phantom was a young spirit. Ever since the summoning portal spat them out in a heap of scars, every Ghoul seemed to have this innate instinct to nurture and protect them. They ever-so-slowly came from their shell and became the excitable little Bug whose energy was entirely infectious to everyone who came into contact with them.

    Maybe that’s why they got along with Ifrit so well?

    Ifrit was often referred to as a golden retriever thanks to his constant smile and high energy. He lived to be of service to other people and he relished in making others smile or laugh. So when Dewdrop was telling him one day about the new Quint that was seemingly more of a ball of pure energy and joy than him, Ifrit was naturally intrigued. And the two had been good friends ever since. But, like most Ghouls, they always casually hooked up, helping burn off the extra energy the rest of their respective packmates couldn’t.

    Today was no different for Phantom as they practically skipped through the halls and outside, the soft summer breeze feeling oh-so-lovely on their skin and blowing their lavender ankle-length skirt in the perfectly scenic way you’d see in a film. They were sporting one of Aurora’s crop tops too – a white and lilac checkered pattern to match their skirt. They wandered the grounds to try and shake whatever jitters wouldn’t let them sit still today and ended up on the perimeter walls of the Ministry’s grounds, walking toe-to-heel along the top of the stones.

    Soon they caught a familiar scent in the wind though. It was one of fireworks and sparklers mixed in with the burnt cinders of Fire magic. As Phantom looked into the tree line, they saw something that made their jaw drop and their eyes sparkle with excitement.

    Ifrit, practicing Fire magic, completely shirtless.

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    Phantom had scoffed when they’d first heard all the Ghouls and Ghoulettes clamouring over the Fire Ghoul’s chest, but the first time they saw it up close, they had to agree. Ifrit’s chest was one of Phantom’s favourite things to burrow their face into, or squeeze, or kiss, or any combination of the three.

    And Phantom found themself biting their bottom lip as they watched Ifrit practice. He was doing all sorts of tricks and gymnastics as he set sparks and flames around in particular arrays of his talents. It was practice for the upcoming Summer Solstice festivals in which Fire Ghouls honoured the Sun, and thanked Her for forging their element.

    And maybe Ifrit liked to showboat too.

    They watched his muscles ripple along his back and shoulders as he did flips and twists in the air, finding themself mesmerised by the fluid movement of his entire body. In particular, they focused on his hips as they snaked with fluidity and ease – a far cry from the wild pounding they were doing into Phantom just days ago.

    The memory of that made Phantom’s core throb and they pressed their thighs together as heat started to pool in their stomach. His wandering hands, his hot skin, his frantic pace that always made Phantom whine in ecstasy.

    Phantom could feel themselves getting wetter and feel their little tdick start to fill out under their skirt – not at all helped by a particularly strong gust of wind that ruffled Phantom’s skirt and hit right against their uncovered and aching need, making them lose a small whine at the sudden sensitivity of it all.

    Fangs still on their bottom lip, they gave a cursory look around and upon seeing no one close-by, they sat on the stone wall, feet dangling and parting their legs, whimpering a little as the uneven fabric of their garment rubbed against them as they made themself as comfortable as they could.

    Slowly, they lifted their skirt, putting themself on full display for an unknowing Ifrit. They brought their thumb and forefinger to their fattened clit and stroked at it, tipping their head back with a soft moan at the relief.

    It didn’t take them long to speed up their strokes and soon they were moaning and whimpering louder, rolling their hips into their hand as their own tail teased at their cunt.

    They kept their eyes on Ifrit the whole time, imagining that every curl of his wrist was another one of his red-hot fingers inside of them, and every roll of his hips was another glorious inch of his cock buried in them.

    It was probably only a matter of time before the inevitable happened, and Ifrit’s eyes snapped up to Phantom’s, before widening at the sight before him. He strutted over to Phantom with his usually confident swagger, a wild glint in his eyes and a wide smile on his mouth.

    “Hey, Bug. Enjoy the show? I’m certainly enjoying this one.” He said, panting, his sweat-slicked chest reflecting the sun gorgeously as his eyes dragged all over Phantom’s hand and core.

    Phantom nodded, “Uh-huh, so fucking hot… please, Frit. I- oh… I need you so bad.”

    Ifrit smiled as he walked closer, the wall thankfully being low enough that Phantom’s sopping need was right at his face-level. Phantom whimpered as he felt Ifrit’s hot breath against them. He batted their hand away and Phantom practically wailed as he latched his mouth on their clit. His hands were hooked around their thighs, bringing them closer against him as he ate them out like a man starved. Ifrit alternated between sucking their little dick and dipping his tongue inside them and purring against them at the taste.

    “Oh! Fuck, If. S’good!” Phantom whined, rolling their hips against their lover’s face the whole time, “F- fingers, please. Need- nghh! Need your fingers in me.”

    Ifrit, of course, obliged and inserted two of his digits into the slighter Ghoul, curling them up into Phantom’s g-spot that he learned long ago. His tongue flicked over their cute little tdick and rolled it around in his mouth before going back to sucking on it like he was trying to extract Phantom’s soul through the bundle of nerves.

    “Yes! Shit, right there. I’m so close, please, Iffie.” Phantom moaned, one hand buried in Ifrit’s fiery locks and holding him against them, as if the guitarist would want to be anywhere else in that moment.

    With Phantom already working themself up, it didn’t take too long for that familiar feeling to start growing in their core under the ministrations of Ifrit’s talented tongue and fingers.

     “Yes, yes, yes! Fuck! Oh, fuck yes.” Phantom chanted as they got closer and closer.

    Their breathing got heavier and their back arched more and more – the sunlight making the obscene sight so beautiful as Phantom came against Ifrit’s tongue and around his fingers.

    “Fuck, Ifrit! Mmmh, so good!” They moaned as Ifrit worked them through it, gradually slowing to a stop before slowly sliding his fingers from Phantom’s body.

    Phantom whimpered a little as they saw Ifrit’s chin drenched in their slick, and then dropped their eyes down to the very obvious tent in Ifrit’s sweatpants. The Fire Ghoul held Phantom’s eyes as he brought his fingers to his mouth, and made a show of licking them off with that sinfully talented tongue.

    On slightly shaky legs, Phantom hopped off the wall and stood before Ifrit. The Fire Ghoul instantly grabbed them by their hips, kissing them something fierce and backing them up against the wall. Phantom whimpered a little into Ifrit’s mouth as they felt his hardened cock press against where they were still oh so sensitive under their thin and breezy skirt. Their hands immediately went to right where they loved most, on Ifrit’s chest and squeezing the firm muscle as their thumbs rubbed over his nipples.

    “Nest?” Ifrit asked between kisses.

    Phantom could only nod in response.

    Ifrit grabbed his shirt and Phantom almost whined at seeing his immaculate pecs disappear but their already wide-blown eyes managed to widen even more when his top cut off just below his chest, and it was tight too.

    Ifrit chuckled as he saw Phantom’s facial expression at his burnt orange crop top.

    “It’s not just you that looks great in these.” He smiled, taking Phantom’s hand and dragging them through the Ministry, giggling and dodging Siblings before they got back to Ifrit’s room – only because it was closer and Ifrit needed to be inside of Phantom five fucking minutes ago.

    As soon as the door was shut, Phantom was pinned back against it yet again. One of Ifrit’s calloused palms cupped one side of Phantom’s face as his mouth dipped down to kiss along the other side of their neck.

    Phantom leaned their head over to give the Fire Ghoul more space to work, eyes fluttering shut with a soft moan as the deliciously warm sensation. Ifrit kissed and nipped all along the column of Phantom’s throat, nose nuzzling into their scent gland.

     “Fuck, Frit…” Phantom panted, running their hands along Ifrit’s waist band and dropping one hand at the front to cup his bulge.

     Ifrit shamelessly humped against it as he sucked on the skin, intent on leaving yet another mark to the growing collection all over Phantom.

    “That’ll piss Mountain off, I’m sure.” he said, detaching his mouth when he was satisfied with the dark bruise, laving over it with his tongue.

    Phantom giggled at that, light and airy against the scent of both their throbbing arousals overwhelming the room.

    “You know him, he’ll just breed me and give me five more.” Phantom smiled.

    Ifrit’s eyes darkened slightly, “Not if I get there first, baby bat.”

    Both of the fine strings they had on their desperation snapped and together they went for the hems of their crop tops. Ifrit grabbed Phantom by their ribs, thumbs tracing over their top surgery scars as he worked on another mark just next to the one he had given. Phantom’s hands pushed Ifrit’s sweatpants down and his erection instantly sprang free, and the Quint wrapped a hand around it, stroking firmly.

    “Just as bad as me.” Phantom commented on the lack of underwear as Ifrit groaned against their skin.

    Ifrit’s hands moved to push Phantom’s skirt down over their pert little butt and grinned when Phantom’s entire body broke out into goosebumps. He wrapped their thighs around his waist, picking them up and holding them by those lovely arsecheeks, kneading slightly as he carried them to the nest. Kissing them the whole way and keeping his mouth on theirs still as he lowered them onto their back, looming overtop of his little bug.

    Phantom rolled their hips up, weakly grinding against Ifrit’s harder-than-hard cock and trying to line up his tip with their hole.

    “Please, Frit. Need you in me.” They murmured against his lips, moaning softly when they managed to get his cock to part their folds and nudge against their clit with each little hump of their hips.

    “You gonna take my knot? Let me fill you up?” Ifrit said with a wicked grin.

    Phantom nodded vigorously. “Yes, I’ll be so good. I’ll take it all, please.” They whined as Ifrit’s cock bumped against their hole and so almost slipped in.

    “I know you’re gonna be good, baby. You always take me so well.” Ifrit said as he took himself in his own hand, giving a few obligatory strokes before lining himself up and sinking in so slowly into Phantom’s gorgeous heat.

    “Oh, Ifrit… Yes, so big!” Phantom moaned as they finally got that scorching hot cock inside of them. His length and girth making them feel full beyond full and stretched them so perfectly. They bit their lip and whined in anticipation of getting that equally scorching load pumped inside of them.

    Ifrit threw his head back with a long groan as he bottomed out inside of the little Quint. Their belly was skinny enough that he could see a small bump where his cock lay nestled inside. He ran his hand over it, pressing down lightly and grinning when Phantom squirmed in pleasure.

    “Move, please.” Phantom whimpered as they desperately rolled their hips against Ifrit, hands pawing along the V of his abs.

    He gripped at their hips and started pulling back, nearly all the way out, before sinking back in slowly, both of them relishing in the sinful drag of Ifrit’s cock against Phantom’s walls.

    “Oh, fuck yes!” Phantom moaned, feet planted firmly on the bed, spread nice and wide for their lover.

    Ifrit watched Phantom’s face carefully as he started to speed up, more and more until they were at their usual level of wild, high-energy fucking. The only sounds in the room were the loud slaps of their skin meeting, and both of their panting broken by moans.

    Once Ifrit was going as fast as he could, his knot near half-inflated, and hitting against Phantom’s rim with every thrust - both of them sweat-slicked after stopping and changing positions a few times and landing where they are now, with Phantom in a mating press and Ifrit babbling nonsense about breeding them full.

    “Gonna carry my pups, take my whole litter. Gonna look so beautiful swe- ah… swelling with them.”

    Phantom could only nod and whimper along, the one tiny part of their mind that was still coherent thanked their testosterone for long having stopped their periods and making them unable to get pregnant, because they loved taking Ifrit’s loads as much as they could.

    “Cl- close.” Phantom whimpered, as they felt that heat bloom in their core once more, staring at Ifrit with their jaw agape as they snuck on hand down to rub at their engorged clit, crying out at the sensitivity.

    “Me too, baby.” Ifrit said, his knot fully inflated as he tried to grind his hips down with every thrust to start working it in.

    “N- need it, Iffie. Pl- oh fuck!... Please.” Phantom moaned, walls squeezing Ifrit’s cock like a vice as they were about to tumble off that ledge.

    Ifrit started to feel his balls draw up tight, and he angled his hips to make sure he was hitting Phantom’s sweet spot with each brutal thrust. And he assumed he got it considering how Phantom’s back arched.

    “Fuck, fuck, fuck…!” Phantom chanted.

    “Fuck, Phant, I’m gonna cum.” Ifrit moaned.

    “Cum in me, pl- please. ‘m so close.” Phantom whined.

    “Oh, fuck… how could I not, baby? F- feels so fucking good…”

    Ifrit only took a few more thrusts before he locked his knot into Phantom and spilled deep into their body with a shout of the Quint’s name.

    Phantom’s entire body seemed to go as tight as a bowstring, toes curling and fingers flying against their tdick as they came, practically screaming as they clamped down on Ifrit’s knot and felt him flood them with his hot load.

    “Frit! Fuck!” Phantom cried out as they came down, slowing their fingers to a stop and flopping down against the mattress.

    Ifrit ground his knot in as deep as he could as they both came down, working them both through the aftershocks before gently releasing Phantom’s legs from where they were draped over his shoulders, using his Fire element to heat up his hands and help with any soreness Phantom had.

    “Did so fucking good, baby. Always so perfect.” Ifrit said, followed by gentle kisses.

    Phantom trilled at the praise before they started purring, basking in all the warmth they felt inside and out.

    “Gonna move us so we can snuggle, okay?” Ifrit said and Phantom nodded. He moved them both so they were lying properly in the nest facing each other, one of Phantom’s legs hooked over Ifrit’s hip as they waited for his knot to go down. They both hissed a little at the sensitivity of everything as they moved but soon settled back down.

    Ifrit warmed himself up and Phantom was at the perfect height to bury their face in Ifrit’s chest.

    They said something, but it was very muffled and Ifrit pulled back slightly.

    “What was that, little Bug?” He asked.

    “I said: Mm, tits.” Phantom repeated with a giggle before putting their face right back against it, purring loud and constant in contentment.

    These two always knew how to burn off that extra energy with each other. Maybe that’s why they got along so well.

Testosterone isn't birth control but you're not here for medical accuracy so- One shot master post can be found here

[whumpr]

Contains: Just pure smut from the word go. Mariano belongs to @crash-bump-bring-the-whump Part Two to this!

Kissing turned to touching quicker than Ryder could process. Mariano’s greedy hands pulled at his clothes, stripping him down until he was left only in his boxers beneath him. Mariano sat, still fully clothed in his lap, slowly and subtly rolling his hips on top of him.

“You look so good like this.” Mariano whispered, hands splayed flat across Ryder’s chest. Slowly, he dragged his hands downward, resting at the Ryder’s waist.

“How do you want me?” He asked. “I can go down on you, or I can ride you.”

Ryder groaned. His hands fluttered to the waistband of Mariano’s sweatpants to dutifully untie them.

“Ride me.” He whispered.

Ryder didn’t waste time in stripping Mariano out of his clothes, focused and linear as he always was until Mariano was stripped bare on top of him.

Hips slowly rolling, Mariano worked against Ryder, grinding down on top of him as he watched him with lidded eyes. The head of his cock pressed against Mariano from beneath his boxers, straining against the thin fabric as if Ryder was trying to fuck him through it already.

“You’re teasing.” Ryder whispered as Mariano danced.

“I am.” He answered.

With a hungry insistence, Ryder reached down to pull himself out of his boxers. Strong, shaking hands gripping Mariano’s hips to stop his grinding and line himself up.

Mariano could have taken his hands away, could have pinned him and teased him for hours. Ryder knew that. But Mariano only laughed and allowed Ryder to push inside him.

“God,” Mariano whispered, his voice caught in the back of his throat. “God, you’re the perfect size.”

Ryder didn’t answer, he didn’t look up to Mariano’s ringlit gaze, he just pulled him close until he was flush against him. Slowly, he rocked his hips up into him, fluttering his eyes shut and relishing in the soft noises it drew from the man on top of him.

It was wonderful, but it was short lived as Mariano placed his hands on top of Ryder’s.

“Easy, you’re not in charge here.” Mariano whispered, rolling his hips slowly and deliberately. Ryder’s mouth fell open and his hands fell back to Mariano’s thighs. Mariano smiled softly and leaned in to kiss him. “Stay still. Let me take care of you.”

There was something about Mariano. There was something so intense and intimate in everything he did, that even this early in he had Ryder shaking and desperate underneath him.

Mariano rocked his hips slowly, eyes trained on Ryder’s expression. His movements were smooth and deliberate, like something out of a movie. Ryder watched his core roll, watched the muscles flex and tighten with every movement. He didn’t move, didn’t dare disobey Mariano’s orders to lay still and watch.

“Mmm-Mariano. Please. I need more.” He begged, voice barely a whisper. The way Mariano laughed in response sent a spark through his core; he couldn’t help but shudder.

“You need more?” Mariano asked. Ryder’s dull nails dug into his thighs like spurs. He braced himself on Ryder’s chest and lifted his hips slowly, only to guide them slowly back down. Slowly, he set a pace.

Ryder could feel those eyes on him. He cracked one eye open in time to see Mariano’s lips split into a sly smile.

“Like that?” Mariano asked sweetly. He lifted his hips again and brought them back to be flush with Ryder’s. “You want it like that?”

“Fuck, yes.” Ryder’s voice came out in a strained cry. He nodded desperately. “Faster, please.”

Mariano’s lips were on him again, tongue flickering out to lick the back of Ryder’s teeth. Merciful enough to heed Ryder’s pleas, he sat up again and braced himself against the back of the couch.

His pace was almost punishing, like giving Ryder what he asked for was some sort of curse as much as it was a blessing. And from below, barely able to process his pleasure, Ryder felt like that might be the case.

“That’s–that’s it. That’s–fuck. Mariano.” Ryder clutched at the couch cushion beneath him, bringing his free hand up to cover his mouth. Marcello had this kind of energy, Marcello had this kind of confidence; he hadn’t expected it from Mariano.

It was incredible though, and he clasped his hand tighter over his mouth to muffle the noises that threatened to escape. If any of the others heard him like this, if Marcello heard him like this again, he’d never hear the end of it.

“You don’t have to last.” Mariano said. Ryder opened his eyes to see that he was smiling down at him. “You’re tired, you’re overworked. You must need this so bad.”

Ryder made a muffled noise against his hand and Mariano laughed softly. He didn’t slow down, didn’t show mercy, he only reached down and gently took Ryder’s hand away from his mouth.

“Don’t hold back.”

A quiet whimper bubbled out of Ryder’s throat as Mariano’s words shot electricity into his core. He gasped and panted beneath him, barely able to keep his voice from breaking as he came.

Mariano covered his own mouth. Tight around Ryder’s cock as he closed his eyes and rode him through his orgasm.

“That’s it.” He said sweetly, and the first aftershock tore through Ryder. “That’s it, come for me.”

By the time Ryder’s breath returned to him, Mariano had slowed down to a gentle stop. Both of them breathed slowly, Mariano haloed by the glow of the computer screens behind him. Ryder couldn’t bring himself to be embarrassed by his lack of stamina, not when he was so tired, not when Mariano was smiling so sweetly down at him.

Mariano moaned quietly as he pulled himself off of Ryder, and as much as Ryder wanted to he couldn’t find the strength to reach for him. Behind him, the computer screens timed out and flickered to black, leaving them both in the dark.

“Do you want something from the kitchen?” Mariano asked quietly.

“No, no it’s okay.” Ryder answered, arm draped over his eyes.

“I’ll get you some water.” Mariano said, “And a blanket. I’ll be right back.”

As Mariano left and the room fell into silence, Ryder felt himself drift into a fragile sleep.

[skele-bunny]

Do it how I want. (No CW) - NSFW

Characters: Simon, Ryland Grace

Tags: Bloodymary, Trans!Ryland Grace, cunt/tdick used, dry humping, Simon isn't human, sloppy sex, cumming inside, no beta we die like Simon.

This is kind of rushed, I made it in a discord server lmao! More to come

Their mouths were hot, the room heavy. Simon moved in closer, his hand on the back of Grace's to keep him close as his tongue invaded the blonde's mouth. Grace sat on one of his thighs, grinding with vigor and desperate for more friction.

Grace pulled himself away just for Simon to lean forwards and start kissing at his neck, fangs grazing as he nibbled on the pale skin above him.

"Oh- oh heavens-" Grace moaned, head rolling back which Simon used to his advantage to kiss at his jugular.

His eyes pinpointed as he could hear the sound of blood rushing, his fangs growing in size as he resisted the urge to close around it.

"Fuck!" Simon grabbed Grace's waist and turned their position, maneuvering his legs underneath the scientist's thighs and eagerly humping at him.

His balance was wobbly if it wasn't for the metal handle behind Grace on the bed he had a death grip on.

He could feel Grace pull at his pants, moans soft and full of want. "Need- Need these off!"

Simon sadly slowed his humps enough for his cock to be free. Grace gawked at his size, albeit not being the first time he's seen it. His hand shyly wrapped around his length and pumped it slowly.

"Fuck, angel..." Simon breathed out. "Gonna make me go crazy."

Grace's glasses were hanging off of one ear, cheeks a dark red, and silent. He slowly drew his hand away which Simon gruffed at. He looked down to see Grace lifting his butt and taking off his own pants and boxers, cunt glistening and tdick loud n' proud.

"Rub it between me..." Grace whispered an order.

Simon adjusted his position and sat on his knees, his cock gliding through Grace's wet, frotting against his tdick. Had Grace not been insanely horny, he would've been embarrassed about the sounds eliciting from his throat and from his cunt.

"Can I put it in?"

Blue eyes looked up to meet red, Grace breathless as he nodded. "Gently..."

The bed beneath them had creaked as Simon once again adjusted. His cock throbbing in his own hand as he slid its head inside the warmth waiting him. Grace groaned as Simon inched inside, taking his time, and being as gentle as possible.

Soon enough their bodies connected, Simon wobbling and letting his own moan slip out. Grace felt... Well. Heavenly. His angel was everything he could've ever imagined. Nights of want for close contact never prepared him for such an intimate version.

Grace's hand went to his abdomen, shaking. "So full..."

Simon growled under his breath at the comment, slowly pulling back and sinking back inside. It was slow and drawn out before Grace nodded, the convict above him picking up his pace. His hips snapped back and forth in desperation to feel more, to hear more from Grace's soft lips.

His hand was on Grace's stomach, trying to even himself out the best he could. Wet slaps and queefs from how tight Grace was sounded, Grace hiding his face in his arm.

"M' sorry, m' sorry, m'sorry- oh gods-"

"Shh. Shh." Simon huffed, squeezing Grace's stomach. "It's beautiful."

Grace howled suddenly, grabbing behind his knees and forcing them to his chest. "Right there, Simon!! Please, please, fffuu-Oh god!"

Had this been any other time, Simon would've snickered at the almost slip up of a curse word. But not right now. Now he was focused on hammering his cock into that specific spot that made Grace see stars.

"Gonna cum inside- shit- that okay?"

"Yes! Inside me!!"

With his head rolled back, Simon thrusted a few more times before he lurched forwards, hair sticking to his sweaty face and fangs digging into his own bottom lip as he moaned behind it. His cum warming Grace and enough for him to squirt, covering Simon's abdomen and some of his pants still around his thighs.

The two frantically tries to catch their breath, Grace whining and letting his legs relax. Simon waited before going to pull out, Grace suddenly grabbing his arm and shaking his head.

"Need you... Do it again, Simon..."

Oh those sweet baby blues and whimpers. How could Simon say no?

[skele-bunny]

Bloodymary and their kinks?

Ohh myyy gggooodd

Simon:

•Knife play. (Giving & Receiving) Rocky made him a xenonite pocket knife and he loves grazing it over Grace's skin, knowing he could puncture it a any time.

•Biting. (Giving) He wishes he could simply bite off parts of Grace, but alas. Instead he'll clamp around Grace's shoulder and stay there to satisfy his urge.

•Impact play. (Giving) Loves using his bare hand or even a belt. He got creative and found a piece of leather and made a flogger out of it. He refuses to receive as it's too traumatizing from his time in prison.

•Predator/Prey. (Predator) Loves the chase. Loves getting his adrenaline out, especially loves knowing that he'll always win. But, who's to say he won't give Grace a five second head start?

•Pegging. (Receiving) He likes being vulnerable occasionally, letting Grace slowly sink into his body and pleasure him. Just returning the favor, is all.

•Orgasm Control. (Receiving) Loves when Grace tells him to hold it. To control himself. To edge him on end and never let him go until he says.

Grace:

•Face-Sitting. (Receiving) Loves the feeling of Simon's nose against his tdick, whimpering and unable to control himself as Simon eats him out.

•Role-Play. Loves a good ole roleplay! Likes being on the bottom/receiving end, but doesn't mind being the one in control every now and then.

•Glory Hole. (Receiving) Back on Earth, he found himself visiting it alllll too often. Now on Erid, he and Simon do their best with blankets and a pillow fortress to mimick that.

•Lingerie. (Wearer/Viewer) Grace will happily dress up in anything he can for Simon, made a few crop tops and stole some clothes from Ilyukhina's bag. Also really likes watching Simon sport around just in Eridian jewelry.

•Scent kink. (Receiving) Face pressed right against Simon's skin, inhaling him so deeply and moaning about it.

•Exhibition. (Receiver) Wants to be put on display so so bad, but his self esteem and shyness won't allow it. Fun in theory when Simon whispers in his ear about what he'd do and put Grace on display.

[skele-bunny]

Head canons on Simon and Grace first time?

Oooo okok

(nsfw warning)

Their first time was very sloppy, more of an eagerness to get inside each other more than anything. They needed contact more, or they felt like they were gonna go crazy. Simon fell on his face their first time he was so eager he lost his balance and fell on his bad side off the bed.

They had seen each other naked before, Simon knew Grace was trans but still got taken back a bit once he was so close - not out of malice - but because how handsome Ryland was. Here he was, bare beneath him, breathing ragged, body warm to the touch and a blush down to his chest and bush full. How his tdick stood proud and Simon couldn't help but admire it more and more. His angel was angelic.

They did a few rounds and Ryland discovered he could squirt which was definitely a surprise for both.

They also discovered when Simon's blood pressure rises, he becomes more of a monster. His gills flare and scales start to lift up from his skin, his eyes pin point and his fangs expand. Yeah, they figured out it's a hunger response to Simon being able to hear Grace's heartbeat racing.

After that they laid in bed together, sweaty and content. Soft kisses back and forth, catching their breaths and giggling at the fact of what they did. Grace found the confidence to ask; "Does that make us official?" Only to be met with "I thought we already were."

[skele-bunny]

ok nsfw bloodmary idea stay with me on this failed first time stay with me on this

ok so its their first time having sex and simon at one point flips grace onto his stomach to, yknow. but, due to grace being shoved onto his stomach from the back like that, he gets reminded of when he was shoved down and drugged to go on the hail mary (simon wouldnt have known about the forceful drugging prior to this event). This leads to grace (obviously) freaking out, leading to simon helping him up and comforting him.

is this too weird is this wrong

Big brain omg...

I think Grace is terrified of being in doggy style for any type of intercourse, too close to his stomach and when he's flipped over and feels the weight of Simon on him he just breaks.

Screaming and kicking, to the point Mary alerts of an altercation and Rocky comes rolling in (btw poor accidental voyeur Rocky LMAO). Simon is apologizing, trying to talk Grace through it and has now moved off the bed and is trying to be eye level.

"Grace... It's alright. Just take a breath. I'm here. I'm sorry, I didn't mean-... Just breathe for me, alright? Can you do that?" Simon's voice is so soft and gentle...

Grace eventually settles down and softly whispers what happened to him back on Earth, sniffling, and just shaken.

"I thought... I was scared. I was so scared." He cries.

Simon just nods and gently wipes away a tear, hand cupping Grace's cheek and rubbing.

"You're safe with me. I'll never let you get hurt again, not if I can help it."

They embrace and Simon kisses the top of his head, jolting when he feels Grace kiss his collar bone.

"Did I ruin the mood...?"

"Are you sure? We don't have to continue."

"No, no! I want to... I'm just... If you want to."

"How about we take a break and come back to the idea. Sound good?"

"Yeah...That sounds good."

[skele-bunny]

Mountain's Revenge. (CW) Swiss/Mountain

CW: Dubcon, Forced Intox, Sounding, Piss

Characters: Swiss, Mountain

A little gift for the amazing @hypnoneghoul ! I had such a blast with this.

Read under the cut or on AO3!

“Damnit, Swiss!” Mountain hissed between his teeth, looking down at his stash jar opened and half empty. “I just filled this thing, you stoner…”

The earth ghoul moved towards the LED section of the greenhouse and crouched down, hands delicately lifting one of the plants and listening to its hum. Mountain knew Swiss visited much too often, and that also meant he's aware of the plants ready to be harvested, dried, and trimmed. With a tail flick against the ground, Mountain stared at the mister that continued flowing before his ears perked up - cheeks turning dark as an idea came into his mind. 

Swiss knew when the next harvesting date was, and Mountain was positive he'd get the point across. Moving around, Mountain began to plant heavy ferns and letting certain plants overgrow - even if it hurt his heart to see. Through the days, he had made more frequent trips to tend to the greenhouse, and Swiss was none the wiser. Just like he hoped. Just like he planned. 

Two weeks later in the middle of the night, Mountain's ‘prophecy’ became true as Swiss peeked his head through, smiling as it was clear. The multi made his way to the handmade stock shelf, standing on his tiptoes to grab the clear jar at the top, purrs loud and content. With excitement in his step, Swiss sat down on a chair Mountain kept nearby his workbench, opening the metal clip and practicing moaning as the strong smell of cannabis snuck into his airways. It always had a strong scent of cinnamon, signifying the strength and meant for Ghoul lungs only. Satan save whatever sibling that dared to try. 

Reaching into his pocket, Swiss pulled out wraps he and Cumulus had picked out while on tour - different flavors but specifically picking out a strawberry one. Unwrapping the wrap, Swiss pulled off the lining before reaching into the jar, using his nails to measure out before grinding with care; falling into the all too familiar rhythm of rolling. He brought the roll to his tongue, licking along the side before closing with a squeeze - finally releasing with a happy purr. Swiss leaned into the chair and brought his finger up, lighting his blunt with his spare fire element. With a long drag, Swiss held himself before exhaling, giving a slight cough as the cinnamon taste was more noticeable than normal.

“Damn.” Swiss laughed under his breath, bringing the blunt back to his lips.

He had lost count, really. Was it two inhales? Eight? He didn't know. Two blunts in and Swiss couldn't even move his head much, lost in an array of different flavors and sensations. His eyes began to flutter as the sound of movement picked up on his ears, but his body proved too weak to do anything. Swiss felt so lost in head, focusing on the euphoria and numbness, he didn't notice the feeling of something creeping up his leg. Swiss let out a whine as his body was picked up, something cradling his head and lower back, sighing as he was wrapped up by his legs.

“M…” Swiss tried to lift his head. “Moun’ty?” 

There was no response, just sensations. Swiss exhaled as he felt his pants slowly being dragged down, arms carefully pulled up by the wrists and tank top discarded. 

“No,” A shaking breath. “M’ too fucked up.”

Whoever it was, whatever it was, didn't listen. Unbeknownst to Swiss, vines had emerged from both the ceiling and ground, some downing thorns and some slick and smooth. The ones with thorns wrapped around his wrists and ankles, one loose around his neck while the nude vines began to squirm and wriggle their way across his body. One of the smooths carefully pushed its tip into Swiss’ mouth, holding the last dead bit of his roach that Swiss accidentally fell asleep with. It was brought to his slightly parted lips, Swiss trying to inhale air only to meet smoke. He let out a long whine, falling more limp into the vines holding him, tail lax and freely dangling. 

The numbness through Swiss’ body felt like a switch had been turned off - mind still dull but body set ablaze. He groaned as he could feel everything down to the minute detail, how his glamor began to slip and vines went through his talons to wrap around his calves, how the thorns around his neck were barely grazing to keep him safe but still provide a threat. Swiss inhaled sharply as more nude vines began to squirm at his most sensitive parts: slowly massaging his armpits and love handles, inner thighs being completely wrapped around and squeezed, even his tail being snaked around and lightly pulled. His body absentmindedly responded to the frictions by his cock slowly chubbing, another whine dragging through his throat. 

Drool began to go down Swiss’ lip and a nude carefully began to sneak it's way up before entering his mouth, tip gliding over the multi’s tongue before suddenly shoving down his throat. It seemed like a signal as the others pounced. Swiss gagged, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, thighs forcefully opened and now feeling his cock being squeezed. Swiss wanted to squirm, wanted to bite, yell, and especially cut the damn things, but all his body could do was make him moan and whine. 

He was unaware that a budding flower that had some kind of syrup covering its petals began to lift up to his ass before it touched him, smearing it's syrup over his hole then reaching up to his cock. Swiss shivered and gagged harder as the vine in his throat shoved further down, retracting and thrusting back down. It throat fucked him with no mercy, slowly pulsing as it kept a steady rhythm - Swiss' eyes rolling back as he let out the most beautiful wet gags and chokes. He felt the bud smear at his cock’s tip before finally retracting back to its pot. 

A much thinner, tiny vine broke off from its parent as it teased his urethra. Swiss felt nothing but white fire as it slid down in, squirming and flicking around rapidly. It kept pushing and digging, Swiss left in hysterics but muffled by the vine in his throat still. Once it deemed itself fully seated, it went still, and the mother in the ghouls throat finally pulled out. Heavy breaths left the multi's throat, trying to cough and still gagging on his spit. His entire front was a deep red and yellow, body shaking as the sudden sounding caught him off guard more than he already was. 

Despite his best efforts, Swiss couldn't form a straight sentence in his head. There was nothing but feeling. Droplets of color spread amongst his consciousness, seeing the vine in his cock as a bright orange. 

Swiss felt his legs being pushed towards his chest, and it bubbled a purple. Something prodded at his home before sinking in, a green. A strained moan came from the multi ghoul’s throat, being ripped from him as he was entered by the nude. 

It didn't even bother to wait before thrusting into his body, the thorned keeping him still as the nude went into the deepest crevices, Swiss keening as he could feel it twist past his rectum and into his colon. Nothing but red and violet filled Swiss, mouth lax and fucked in both the head and now ass. His cock strained against his abdomen, the thin inside his urethra slowly starting to squirm which set him off more, pre desperate to leak out. His body was on complete fire and if he was more conscious, he would've assumed himself back in the pits. 

It felt like both torment and pleasure as he was fucked helplessly, even as his body was rotated so he was upside down so another vine near the ceiling could squirm it's way in his ass too. The two nudes went at different paces out of sink, sending Swiss into hysterics, tears trailing down his forehead to mix with his own drool. His cock felt like it was turning purple from the neglect to cum, the thin never once leaving or showing signs it was. Bliss clouded his head, lost in his intoxication and body. 

With nothing becoming clear anymore, Swiss was stuck in a repetitive circle of moaning and loose begs that wasn't coherent - just babbles and murmurs that wouldn't have sound. He could feel his slick dripping down his skin every time the nudes pulled out, slinging his own bodily fluids around. Perhaps it was just another minute, just another hour, or even a few more but all Swiss knew was that his cock ached desperately and his hole had finally begun to gape around them. With the feeling of the thin squirming, Swiss was able to let out a pain-relieved sob as it suddenly yanked out and he instantly coated himself and the ground below in both piss and cum. The vine around his neck tilted him back out of a mindless courtesy, but not once did the nudes in his hole stop.

They continued until another orgasm wrecked Swiss’ system, now fully crying from the overstimulation as his dumb, fogged brain couldn't process. He heaved for air and finally everything came to a slow stop. The nudes in his ass slowly retracted with wet squelches, watching as Swiss’ hole tried to wink to no avail from the loss. It was a gentle rotation back up so he didn't vomit, then suddenly cradled by warmth. 

Mountain looked down at his mate that laid in his arms, covered in his own mess and trying to breathe - his eyes completely pitched out with stars. He'd have to thank Aether for spiking his weed. He leaned down and kissed the multi's forehead, starting to purr as he walked out of the greenhouse; vines retracting back to their respective plants. 

“You did so good, beautiful…” Mountain mumbled, tail wagging. “Watched the entire time… I have to fuck you more like that, don't I?” 

Swiss closed his eyes, babbling again under his breath. Mountain could only chuckle, watching each step as he slowly approached the abbey. 

“I'm glad you agree.”