My full ghoul lineup! This whole file had my 6yo iPad STRUGGLING lol (and the full file is too big for Tumblr 😭)
I’m so glad this project is done now, I’ve been working on it for months and it’s been so fun working out the species details and character personalities.
i like to think that....terzo and omega one time rented a cabin to ahem...do some roleplay with omega as jason voorhees and terzo as a camp counselor. you can just imagine how that night went for them. 😩✨
Dewdrop loves being wanted, even if it’s unhealthy. Loves when others want him. Even if all they do is fuck him and leave. At least they came to him.
It’s been a long day and Alpha has pent up issues.
It was a hectic and busy day at the infirmary and Aether needs an outlet.
Their latest ritual was a whirlwind and Perpetua didn’t have time to properly unwind.
He loves that they come to him, even if he’s often left unfulfilled.
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Worm anon get out (PLEASE DONT) he is me I am he love some BPD!Dewdrop using sex as the only way to cope with his loneliness :(( this is probably a bit jumpy I'm literally just forcing myself onto Dew as usual. He's my favourite guy to torture x
It becomes routine. Dew would work in the ministry all day, freshen up and wait in his room for whoever needed a warm body without any responsibility of affection.
He's good at it too, knows just how to move, to moan at the right moment. He learns each one of their little ticks, how Alpha likes when Dew digs his nail into his back hard enough to leave marks, how Perpetua likes when Dew leaves marks that aren't visible to anyone else. He gets no real pleasure from it, maybe he can try to pretend that these ghouls want him and not his body, can pretend their growls and praise are truly meant and not just for their sake to get off.
He knows he's beautiful, knows how everyone looks at him with lust and he basks in the attention, he can almost pretend that they look at him with genuine love and affection and not just lust. But after whoever it is that evening leaves, he's alone and sore and it makes his guts churn as he struggles to clean himself up knowing the others weren't as isolated as him.
It does deeply affect any potential relationships he has. Only being pursued for his looks and body, no one caring about his thoughts or feelings or opinions. His intelligence or personality don't matter to anyone, the only time he has value is when he's in bed. If he messes up during a ritual or makes a mistake in his work? He's getting drunk and letting anyone use him despite feeling so numb to it. He hates himself for it but it's the only way he can be sure he won't make a mistake and will receive praise.
Soft dom aether soft dom aether soft dom aether !!!
Aether being the one the pack sends new summons to. He’s gentle and sweet and makes his subs feel so good, easing them into being topside. After a ghoul sleeps with Aether they become free game. Aether is essentially the introduction and then every ghoul after is an expansion pack.
i hope this makes sense lmao
YESSSS Aether is every new summons first and for good reason, he's so soft and gentle and is good at figuring out each ghouls interests within sex and kink TASTYY !! have some Aurora because I do not write her enough teehee x
Aether would be so gentle, gets her into his lush nest after a long day of chores around the ministry, his voice so soft as he rubs her sore muscles and tells her how she did such a good job, how she shouldn't have to do so many tasks when she was just made to be coddled and kissed and spoiled.
She'd bask in the attention, stretches out as Aether starts to press kisses all over her body. He checks in constantly to make sure it feels good, makes sure his princess is okay as he takes her top and trousers off, coos about her pretty matching set as he softly circles her clit.
He's careful as he works a finger inside of her, makes sure to stop and let her adjust to the odd feeling for the first time while presses kisses all over her chest and tummy, lets her curl her head into his chest and dig her nails into his arms, makes sure she doesn't get too overwhelmed.
It feels so good for Aurora too, after she gets used to the feeling she's mewling into Aether's shirt as his thick fingers steadily move inside of her, his thumb still lazily working soft little circles into her clit as he whispers soft praise against her shoulder.
It's not Aether's fault if he becomes obsessed with his princess, how cute and whiny she gets when she's close, her small body so dainty compared to him writhing in his arms, her hips swaying as she tries so hard to be good and wait for Aether to give her permission before she's making the prettiest noise Aether's heard as she soaks his hand.
No thoughts just reader being hit with an aphrodisiac and the transport back to base and a safe location will take hours, right?
Which is how the team ends up cramped in the back of a van, knees knocking together and bodies tense from the way you've been...coping.
"Baby, please, hold on a bit, yeah?" Kyle grunts, sweating nervously on top of the general heat in the van. Of course the A/C is broken. He grabs your hips, trying to stop you from straddling his thigh and failing miserably "base is a few hours out, then I can help. Just...not here."
"Hours. Kyle." You hiss, wrenching his hands off to grind against his thigh and hissing through your teeth at the pleasure "fuckin. Hours. I'm not waiting."
"I know, I know baby—" he tries to soothe, already chubbing up at the desperate little whines you make, still fully in gear while you seek pleasure. You tuck your forehead against his neck, inhale the scent of him, strong after such a long op and easier to focus on amongst the smell of the others.
The others, who make no attempt at being polite while they watch. Soap is already rubbing himself through his pants and ghost looks moments off from pulling himself out. Price snorts at the half-effort gaz puts into pushing you off, head tilted back and breathing deep to try and control himself.
"Let the sergeants have some fun, garrick. Not like we haven't seen soap do worse."
"That's— that's different—" gaz tries to argue, knowing damn well it isn't. Not when you're holding gaz tight, hips working faster as you find a good spot against his harness to rut against. "Fuckin' hell–! ...okay. okay, yeah, c'mon baby—"
You're all too eager to climb into his lap properly, whining when he drags you hips away to undo various buckles. With a laugh, ghost leans in to help hold you still until gaz can shirk your pants down just enough to slip a hand into your underwear.
"Yeah? Feel good?" Gaz huffs at the way your entire body jerks, one hand circling around his wrist like a vice. No way in hell is he removing that hand until you're satisfied.
It's a testament to how well gaz knows you that he's able to have you on the brink in a few short minutes. Fat tears rolling down your face in anticipation. Your orgasm has you gasping, moaning loud and unashamed while you ride it out, entire body shaking. Gaz kisses you on the temple, lets you down to rest against his chest "there we go, that's what you needed, hm?"
....only for you to groan, hips moving again, much to the shock and excitement of the rest of the team.
Based on this absolutely stunning little work of art from @ghoulishicous-spam!
Swiss ties up Dew and leaves him in his closet. Mountain goes looking for him and together they enact some sweet revenge on the cock multi-Ghoul.
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The common room was surprisingly quiet. Mountain glanced around at the various faces gathering and milling near the large dining table that Phantom was dutifully setting. The drummer suddenly realized with flushed shock that Dewdrop was missing.
"Has anyone seen Dew? He's usually the first one through the door for dinner," the Earth Ghoul commented. One by one the others shook their heads. "I'm going to go look for him."
Mountain strode out of the common room. He had no idea where to even start looking, until he caught a whiff of charred wood, a smoky bonfire smell that was almost imperceptible. The drummer followed his nose step by step past all of the other rooms until he was standing in front of Swiss' door. The multi-Ghoul hadn't been with the others, but it didn't sound like he was in his room either. So why was Dew there?
The Earth Ghoul tried the handle and it gave way under his touch. The guitarist's smell was much stronger now. Mountain paced the room, checking the bathroom, under the bed, until his feet brought him to standing in front of the closet. Mountain's hand lingered by the handle, suddenly worried at what he would find.
A small whine made him wrench the door to the side, exposing a kneeling, bound Dewdrop to the drummer's anxious gaze.
"Now how in Hell did you end up like this, firelily?" Mountain glanced down at the tied up Fire Ghoul, struggling slightly against his bonds, rough-looking ropes criss-crossing his body. Dew's eyes were tiger's-eye gold, glinting in the dim light of the multi-Ghoul's room.
"Swiss said he wanted to do some rope play. And you know I'm always down. But then I started getting a little mouthy and so after he'd done my legs and my torso—tighter than is comfortable, by the way—he plunked me here, tied me to the bar, and went Lucifer-knows-where. I'm sore and tired Mount. Would you help a Ghoul out?"
Dew did look particularly pathetic, his lionfish stripes were more lackluster than the drummer had ever seen them.
"And he didn't even help you out for your trouble?" the Earth Ghoul replied, undoing the knot holding Dew's trapped wrists to the crossbeam. "How inconsiderate of him."
Mountain lifted the kneeling-and-still-bound Fire Ghoul out of the closet and placed him on the multi-Ghoul's rumpled bed. The drummer made quick work of the knots around Dew's torso, his heart clenching at the rubbed indentations that they had left. He worked on Dew's legs and slowly released them, hurrying to grab a glass of water from Swiss' bathroom.
The Fire Ghoul drank it gratefully, Mountain taking the glass from his clawed fingers. "Are you hungry? It's almost dinner time."
"Starving," Dewdrop confirmed. "But right now, I think you, as my savior should get to have what he obviously didn't want." The Fire Ghoul reclined on the bed, spreading his knees and watching as Mountain's pointed gaze rested on his exposed hole, twitching and leaking slick.
"You want me to…?"
"Of course, Mounty. You've earned it." Dew's horns were starting to burn red hot. He wanted the drummer to fuck him so hard that they left burn marks in the sheets. He wanted to turn Swiss' linens to ribbons for leaving him like that for so long. Asshole.
Mountain quickly undid his belt, striding to the door to lock it; just in case. Not that Swiss wouldn't be able to immediately tell that they had coupled in his bed. He probably wouldn't mind, very much.
The Earth Ghoul's pants were around his thighs as Dew pulled himself towards the edge of the bed, watching as the drummer sank into his tight, slick hole in one smooth shove. Dewdrop groaned and sighed, his cat-like eyes huge and sultry as Mountain started to fuck him in earnest.
"Nnngh, that's it, big boy," he sighed, egging the Earth Ghoul on. But Mountain needed no encouragement as he rutted into the slim guitarist. Dew felt so good, so slick and warm and wet—a holdover from his Water element. The drummer didn't often bed Dew, but when he did get the chance it was always like the first time; hot and dirty and perfect. Just like the Fire Ghoul himself.
"Ohh, right there, Mount! Lilith's sweet ass, your dick is so much better than his!" The guitarist's filthy words made Mountain blush. It was probably true, but he was nothing if not modest. And besides, Swiss and Dew were mates. There must be some reason why the Fire Ghoul had chosen their resident troublemaker?
"Mmm… Dew… so good…!" The Earth Ghoul was rolling his hips, fucking into Dewdrop like a machine as the guitarist's walls clamped around him. The Fire Ghoul was trembling, keening like a beautiful wet dream beneath him, Dew's claws scraping deep tears in Swiss' rumpled sheets; just one more reminder of what he was missing.
"Ohh, Mount- fuck! Fill me up! Do it! Fuck me 'til it's leaking out!" Dew wasn't even trying to hide his voice as he spilled hands-free across his stomach, muscles spasming as he felt the Earth Ghoul still and spill inside of him, panting above him like a feral beast. Their heat had raised the temperature in the room a few degrees and a light sheen of sweat shimmered on their flushed skin as Mountain pulled out gently.
Dew collapsed even further into the destroyed sheets and rolled around on them for good measure, smearing Mountain's copious release—and his own—into a dark, slick stain.
"Do you want to shower or anything before we go back? They're probably waiting," Mountain queried, but Dewdrop merely hopped off of the bed and found his pants and a sweatshirt, slipping them on and making his way towards the door.
They emerged back in the common room and Mountain had the audacity to look sheepish. "Sorry we're late. I was doing stuff."
Dew strode through the door like a worldly short little prince. "I'm stuff," he announced haughtily, tail flicking behind him and looking pointedly at Swiss.
A few of them sniggered as Dew piled a plate of food for himself—and one for Mountain. He plopped down as far from the multi-Ghoul as he could and Swiss, devouring the rest of a corn muffin, finally opened his big mouth.
"So, where did you run off to, spark?"
Dewdrop shot daggers at him, licking his fingers icily. "Oh, I just got tied up with a couple of things. Nothing to concern yourself with."
Swiss brushed off the innuendo as casually as anything. "So? Movies in my room later?" The multi-Ghoul quirked an eyebrow but Dew rebuffed him with the same indifference.
"I'm actually going to spend the night with Mountain. You know, someone who appreciates me?"
"Oooooohhhh…." that last part came from Phantom who could never resist a good dose of drama in the Ghoul den.
"Shut up, Phant," Swiss said, his mood soured by being turned down by his mate. But to be fair, he did completely deserve it. The current state of his bedsheets were more than proof of that.
