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@iamtherealaetherghoul 🦇
fat Scottish guy that's horny about ghouls really.
AO3 is Frozen_Milk
DNI rightwingers, transphobes, homophobes and minors with nsft posts.
I made a feather playlist on Spotify I need song suggestions do you have any! 🌺 I got a good 3 hours so far.
I fear I do not know what a feather playlist is but I've gotten really into candlemass recently !! I am also a big Leonard Cohen fanboy, I've been listening to sleep token a little more since CavernofBats reccomended some songs before he left heartbreak emoji ! I'd love some recs from you friend I need more music lol x
Storm buried inside of Pet, pressing his whole weight down on his papa's back so he can't squirm out of Storm's grip as he lazily grinds his hips, desperate to stay as deep as possible as he whines and sloppily kisses all over Pet ... he is so devoted to his papa :((
Ifrit forcing Pebble onto the sybian until he's stupid and drooling so he can take his time fucking him all gentle and slow without Pebble bratting ... hold me someone !!
Can I yap to you about my piercing headcanons? Okay, thanks friend x!
With Aether and Mist working in the infirmary, the make sure the ghouls's piercings are alright. From checking earrings to Cirrus's pussy piercings, they check it all.
Phil has the most. Eyebrow piercings, earrings, nose piercings, nipple (?) piercings, lip piercings. You think it, hes definitely got it. They HATE bringing him on tour because they'd have to get to the airport EARLY just so Phil and Cirrus can get their piercings out. Though, Phil is nervous about getting cheek piercings. But one ghoul isnt, Cirrus has them
Cirrus has about the same, heck maybe more. Like I mentioned, she has cheek piercings and Pussy ones. Originally, she didn't like Mist. She felt Mist wanted to be leader of the pack, and she would've, until Cirrus and Mountain were summoned. Now, Cirrus LOVES getting piercings checked. Mist gets to make sure her pussy is healing well... and gets to finger it. Cumulus is alright with it. Cirrus is thinking about getting her tongue pierced but Cumulus and her are still discussing it.
Dew only has Earrings and nipple piercings, so does Phantom and Swiss with nipple piercings. Swiss and Dew actually have matching piercings. Terzo also has nipple piercings but he doesnt get them checked by the infirmary (Omega and Terzo like to put chains and stuff in them, there's a Terzo x Phantom fic that started that idea for me lol)
And Ifrit. Ifrit got Dick piercings after he and Zephyr retired. They discussed it together, Ifrit didn't want his partner to be uncomfortable during Sex, they mean too much for him. Aether makes sure the piercings are okay and while he was healing, Ifrit and Zephyr would joke that they helped each other, because Ifrit helps Zephyr with walking in the morning and changing.
Ya, thats the hcs! Hope you had a fun read :3 (Mist also has some but forget i gave her them lol) x
Took me a solid 15 minutes to read every time you mentioned Cirrus pussy piercings I had to catch my breath AWOOGA !! I love all of these friend !! love the thought of Ifrit having dick piercings too no one can tell me he doesn't at least have his frenum done
Starting to think about Cirrus eating Cumulus out during her period, wringing multiple orgasms out of her wife to soothe the cramping inside of her, each of her orgasms having that familiar metallic tang on her tongue god I need to touch GRASS
Dew SMOTHERING his face in Aurora's pussy mic drop
YESSSS !! He is an EATER he told me x
He doesn't even need to ask, when Aurora sees him skulking about in a mood she already knows and does everything to make Dew snap. Rolls her skirt up so it exposes the curve of her ass, any movement exposes flashes of pretty pink lace, maybe tugs the fabric to the side so the curved jewellery in her clit catches the light when she sits down.
When Dew eventually does snap? she doesn't try to fight or tease, just lazily hooks a leg over Dew's shoulder as he crouches between her legs, dragging her down the couch until her ass hangs off the edge. Uses his thumbs to pull her puffy outer lips apart, tongue lapping at her folds, flicking against her hole. When Aurora starts grinding against his mouth he nearly cums in his jeans, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks her clit roughly, tongue still working over the nub with the suction.
When she finally squirts he doesn't try to clean it from his chin, feels it dripping down and soaking his shirt as he works his tongue against her hole, trying to get every last drop he can on his tongue while Aurora's fingers curl tightly in his hair, forcing him to stay put.
1.4k • mountain(/aurora) • masturbation, size kink, inappropriate use of produce, cum eating, a healthy dose of shame
a companion piece to day 1! please do not perceive me.
thanks again to @ghost-creative-prompts for organizing !!
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Though the greenhouses get more attention- rare and exotic plants blossoming in ways unseen even in their native environments- the abbey has orchards, too. They're clustered together by type: peaches and apricots by the north end of the property, apples spanning the entirety of the south fence.
The citruses, wide-ranging as they are, sit in the middle, closest to the buildings. Mountain is drawn to them when he wants to think, and he finds himself under their leaves more and more often lately. Especially when he's thinking about the small new summon he doesn't dare approach yet- not the way he wants to, not really.
See, they smell like her. The grapefruits especially; bright and sweet, but with no small amount of tartness. Something that keeps you wanting more.
And, like every other plant tended to with earth magic, they grow faster, larger than they can on their own- big enough for even him to do… this.
Even as he's surveying the tree, plucking the largest one off its branch, he can't think the words of what he's doing. He can't even remember where the idea came from, but he hasn't been able to shake it, even if it stirs something shameful in his gut.
To sin is to worship, he reminds himself, to chase pleasure holy.
He repeats it to himself over and over as he takes the halls back to his room, fruit in hand.
He washes the exterior out of habit, although it won't have much effect here. Dries it, sits on the edge of his bed. He picks up a citrus knife borrowed from the kitchen, and carefully, he begins to cut.
Normally, the knife would be used on a fruit that's already halved, meant to separate the flesh from the membrane to eat the segments. But that's not what he's doing. Instead, he slices into the center, carving a tunnel almost to the other end. He thinks about cutting all the way through, but decides against it. For this, he wants limitation, something to bump up against. Added realism. The tunnel is only a few inches wide for the same reason- he wants to feel it give, stretch for him.
His mind races once he's done carving. That tart citrus smell is everywhere now, and when he looks at the fruit in his hand, the deep pink-red flesh dripping with juice, it's all too easy to imagine he's looking at Aurora's-
Mountain quickly sets the grapefruit down. He can't do this. It doesn't matter that he can't scratch the itch with anyone else- he's tried- or that he knows his hand will disappoint him. He gets up, washes the juice off his hands. He'll try again. Maybe this time. It'll take the edge off, if nothing else.
He closes his eyes once he's settled, clears his mind. Ignores the thing on his nightstand in favor of chasing the ever-present heat in his gut. To sin is to worship. To chase pleasure, holy.
A deep breath in, and then he starts imagining.
She moves like water, graceful and fluid. He's not sure if she's even aware of it, but he notices. She floats through the halls, flows when she dances. He's seen her grind her hips and drop down low onstage, so it's not hard to picture her doing it on his lap.
She'd fit so perfectly, his hands settling on her waist like they belonged there, and she'd move agonizingly slowly, making sure every motion dragged against him until he's hard and desperate beneath her. It wouldn't take much; he's already at half mast. He starts palming himself over his pants, rubbing in time with the motions in his head.
She'd whisper to him, sweet and sultry, about how badly she needs him. What she wants to do to him, what she wants him to do to her. And she'd punctuate it by slipping her hand into his pants to trace over him, feel him twitch, so that's what he does. He'd moan and work her shirt off and be face to face with her small, perfect tits- she doesn't wear a bra, doesn't need to.
He's fully hard now, straining against his pants, so he takes himself out. Pictures her delicate fingers with her manicured nails wrapped around his length instead of his own.
He spits into his palm and starts stroking, thinking about mouthing at her throat, toying with her nipples while she plays with his cock. He'd be content to do that for hours, but she's an impatient little thing; she'd want more, and how could he deny her?
He pumps himself faster. He'd coax her open with his tongue, watch her squirm on fingers much thicker than her own. And when he finally pushes inside, he'd go slow, take his time. It'd be as much of an adjustment for him as it would for her, every inch of himself wrapped up so tight in her soft wet heat-
Lucifer help him.
He reaches for the grapefruit.
A countdown starts ticking as soon as he presses in. He can feel it stretch, the flesh giving way to make room for his cock as he forces his way inside. He can never last very long anyway, and the feel of the fruit, cool and tight and so juicy it's leaking around him, is new and strange enough he thinks he's doomed himself just by starting.
But he's already done this much; might as well see it to the too-soon end.
The texture drags against his sensitive skin when he moves his hips, and his eyes roll back. In his fantasy, she's already grinding, the slightest bounce to her breasts as she rides him like she was made for it. The grapefruit's juice is running down his cock, pooling in the crease of his hips, but in his head it's her, so wet for him she's dripping with it.
He can see the curve of her throat as she tosses her head back and moans, the way her hair would drape down her back. He'd card his fingers through it, pull her down for a kiss that's messy and desperate and loud, and he'd guide her movements with a hand on her hips, never slowing even as they sigh against each other's mouths.
He knows full well how much bigger than her he is, how much his hands dwarf hers- if the one in her hair slid down, wrapped around her throat, could he close it? Would his fingers touch? He wouldn't squeeze, of course, wouldn't dream of choking her (unless she asked, the back of his mind suggests, and he ignores it). It would be enough just to do it, the subtle show of possession. The claim.
The thought makes his hips stutter.
He's fucking into the fruit deep now, pushing up with his hips as his hand brings it down. Every thrust has his cockhead brushing against the outer wall of the fruit, the one he almost cut through, and he can't believe he even considered it. It doesn't break, but it bends, his cock pushing against the skin from the inside. He imagines Aurora's body instead, every part stretched taut from the size of him, hitting that barrier deep inside her over and over. Teasing it, taunting it.
Maybe he'd bruise her cervix, he thinks, and he shatters.
A broken sound leaves his throat. His eyes screw shut, not wanting to watch himself flood the fruit but not wanting to leave it, either. He hates how good it feels.
After, when he's caught his breath, he finally slips out. Brings it up to press his thumbs in the hole. He spreads it open just a little wider, watches his spend drip. He imagines it's leaking out of her cunt instead. He thinks she'd tease him, dip her fingers inside and smear it around. She might idly trace shapes with the mess, over her tits, over his belly. Maybe she'd suck them clean after. Maybe she'd make him do it.
Before he can stop himself, he tears the grapefruit in two.
He brings one used half up to his mouth, closes his eyes, and bites in.
It's warm from skin and friction and it's wet, the fruit's juice and his own cum spilling into his mouth, dripping down his chin. He chews slowly.
The taste is salty, bitter, and citrus-sweet, all spreading across his tongue at once. Of course it doesn't taste like she would, but it's enough for him to imagine it, how he'd carefully lick his mess out of her, her thighs shaking, until she was clean.
Still, it takes work to swallow it. The humiliation is hard to force down.
Once he does, though, he opens his eyes. Makes himself look at the awful, taunting thing, thick white smeared across red and pink in a way that would be beautiful on a painting. Here, though, it's just shameful.
I've neglected my ladies too much actually I think Mist has a FAT clit, fat enough she's the perfect size to nestle inside of Haze while she's tied in pretty ropes. Just long enough that when Haze clenches it catches on the sensitive exposed head too actually. Maybe just to be a little mean when Mist slips out she'll nudge it against Haze's tiny little clit, cooing about how she could never please anyone with it :((
I am unfortunately afab and while I do like being a girl the medical things i’ve had to deal with because of my period man :(( Why can’t girls have dicks as well frowny face It seems like it would just be so much better
-🔥✨ Anon but you know who i am at this point (yes this is because of the last ask you answered)
Periods suck so bad I sympathise so bad :( I wish periods could just be like yearly or something would be so much more convenient. Much love friend xx
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