I Keep Forgetting How Much Of A Fucking UNIT Swiss Is. I’m Only Like 2 Inches Taller Than Aurora So

hey i just read your size difference dew x mountain fic and was thinking...what about dew and aether size difference? not like mountain's but aether is WIDE and has big hands and chubby body and and and ???

Hello anon!! Thank you for writing in with such a beautiful ask!

Remember when I said that this made me have big brain ideas and it'd take me a hot second to write it? Yeah, it's because I buried your wonderful little smut ask in like 10,000 words of angst. 🥲 Sorry!!

Bury Me Alive

Rating: Explicit

Words: 14,905 | 3 chapters

Pairing: Water!Dew/Aether

Summary: The ministry performs an unorthodox summoning ritual in their desperate need for a new water ghoul, and Aether finds his life unexpectedly turned upside down. Aether struggles to balance his increasingly more intimate friendship with the new little ghoul with his serious relationship back home—and his growing fear of getting sent back to the pits.

Contains: Angst and feelings with a happy-ish ending, everyone has anxiety, Aether is a big idiot but Satan bless him he's trying his best, some slightly irresponsible use of quintessence magic, brand new sweet little innocent virgin Water!Dew, size difference kink, gill play, praise kink, some breeding kink if you squint, anal fingering, anal sex, original ghoul character

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“Aggressive.” - Swiss/Dew

+ some Mount content.

Kinktober day 3: hate sex WARNING: no prep used

Sorry it’s very late, I’m working on it >:( For now, enjoy!

He doesn’t know how long they’ve been like this, nor does he care. He’s so fucking over it.

Dew and Swiss had been at each others throats for a week now, and no one knows why. The only thing that everyone knows is that they keep dragging Mountain into it, and he’s sick of it. He was happy to help in the beginning, thinking that it would settle their feud, but he soon found out how wrong he was.

If Mountain were to choose one’s side, the other would throw a fit. It only added the tension between the two, making them impossibly worse.

The sharp sound of glass shattering pulled him from his afternoon nap. He groaned, dragging himself to find where the sound came from. When he walked into the kitchen, he immediately spotted Dew and Swiss on opposite sides of the island. Swiss had Aurora and Phantom at his sides, and Dew had Rain and Cirrus at his own. “What the fuck happened.”

They all turned around, eyes wide and jaws hung open. Dew managed to slip out of the two ghoul’s hands and ran over to the earth ghoul. “Mount, Swiss was being mean..” He looked up at Mountain with watery eyes, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. “Don’t let him butter you up! The fucker threw a plate at me!” Dew growled in the multi’s direction.

“Enough. I’ve had enough of you two and your bullshit.” He spoke firmly, picking Dew up and throwing him over his shoulder. “The fuck do you think you’re doin?!” Mountain ignored the fire ghoul, making his way in long strides over to Swiss. “I’ve tried to help, but it seems like neither of you want to listen.” He wrapped an arm around Swiss’ waist, hauling him underneath his arm.

“Mount, what are you doing?!” He growled down at Swiss, and he went silent. He grumbled all the way back to the hall about how tired he was and how they woke him up from his nap, but the two couldn’t focus on a word he was saying. They knew they were fucked, Mountain was pissed.

Kicking open the door and dropping the two gentle onto the floor, he crossed his arms and stared at the two. “You two are going to stay in here until you settle whatever issue you’ve got going on. I don’t care if you talk it out or fuck it out, just do whatever you need to do to fix it.” And with that he slammed the door shut, locking it from the outside.

Swiss winced as he stood, holding onto his side. “He didn’t have to be so- shit- fucking rough.” Dew rolled his eyes and stood as well, crossing his arms. “Can handle getting roughed up? Pathetic.” Dew scoffed, rolling his eyes. Within a second, he went from standing to being pinned down onto the bed. “Swiss- get the fuck off me!” He hissed and scratched, but failed, going limp under the multi.

“The only reason we’re like this right now is because you can’t take a fucking joke.” Dew laughed, turning his head. “You call that a joke? You insulted my appearance.” Swiss looks down at him with disbelief. “Yes! It was a fucking joke, Dew! I said you looked like death, I was just trying to lighten the mood.” The fire ghoul rolled his eyes, mocking Swiss. “Yeah right.”

Swiss flipped him over in one swift movement, dragging his hips up. “You always have such a nasty attitude about everything just to get attention. You want attention so bad? I’ll give it to you.” With that, he tore Dew’s sweatpants off and threw them to the side. “Wait, wait, wait- Swiss,“ He growled and Dew shut his mouth as fast as he’d opened it.

Swiss undid his jeans, kicking them off with his boxers and giving himself a few strokes. He positioned himself behind the ghoul, roughly grappling his hips. “Prep- Swiss, prep-“ Swiss laughed, thick and laced with venom. “You don’t need prep, you’ve had Mountain wrapped around your finger.” He leaned down, right next to Dew’s ear, whispering innocently into his ear-

“These walls are thin, Dew.”

He pushed into Dew, bottoming out in one fluid thrust. A scream attempted to escape from his throat, but all that came out was choked breath. Swiss set a brutal pace, not giving him the chance to catch his breath. “You talk all that shit just to end up like this, crying beneath me. So pathetic.” He mocked, already breathless. Dew knew the multi was close, but if he could say different about himself he would.

He was so embarrassingly close from Swiss ramming directly into that one spot that made him see stars. He moaned, high-pitched and feminine. His vision went white as he came hard, entire body spasming and giving out. The feeling of Dew tightening around him sent him flying over the edge, doubling over Dew’s sweaty back.

He pulled out, bringing Dew to his chest. “Shit- Was I too rough, maybe I should’ve prepped you- Fuck, I’m sorry.” Dew came to, looking up at Swiss before pushing him back and smothering him with a kiss. “No, I’m sorry. You’re right, I need to learn how to take a joke and stop being so aggressive. Can we just go back to the way it was, please?” He flopped down onto Swiss’ chest, visibly deflating.

“I’ve missed this..” Swiss chuckled, nodding and pulling the blanket up and onto them. “Anything for you, spitfire.”

I love them and I love you

Part 4 of my Impera ghoul designs: Swiss and Mountain. These two were the hardest for me to figure out but hopefully, they turned out alright Previous designs: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Headcanons under the cut:

Mountain

During the Prequelle era he had long hair and it was occasionally braided by the ghoulettes. Once Impera came, he decided to cut it so it wouldn't get in the way while he worked (Swiss held a funeral for the loss)

Flowers grow on his horns during the spring

He wears different pants to accommodate his hooves and help him move easily while drumming, it's tailored to look like the regular ghoul uniform

His biggest weakness: Freshly waxed floors

Swiss

His eyes are hidden most of the time but the Siblings are advised not to look directly at his eyes specifically

Styles his hair in multiple ways after finding a fashion magazine

Very silent when he moves, Copia got so sick of getting jumpscared by the ghoul that he placed bells by the end of his tail. Swiss thinks it's funny and uses the bells to annoy him instead by constantly jingling them

I figured I should introduce myself before you get into the dirt of my profile.

You may call me Spirit, or anything really! I’d like to keep my age to myself for privacy reasons, and I’m around the same height as Cumulus.

I’ve been a Ghost fan for quite some time now and I was just looking for a way to let my mind go wild. So, if anyone sees this, I’m very open to suggestions!

I do mostly write gender-neutral and amab reader since most fics are afab! I can, and will, write anything unless it’s lowkey illegal (non-con, incest, pedophilia, etc).

Other than that, I’m very friendly so don’t be afraid to reach out! Stay safe! 🖤🤘

YES.

YES, YES, YES!

New hc just dropped: Kevin summons all the ghouls

No bc how did this fandom come up with all of this 😀 more creative than I could ever be 😭

Ghost: yeah the musicians are NAMELESS ghouls with no backstory AT ALL. they are replaceable and you will not get attached.

Fandom: oh you mean Phantom, Swiss, Cirrus, Rain, Mountain, Cumulus, Aurora, Dew, Aether and Sunshine? our babygirls who were summoned from the pit? the pit that left some of them with childhood trauma? the ghouls that now live in the ministry along with the other ghouls before them who also all have names and jobs? who also all have powers correlating to their element that they also have?

“Attention” - Cirrus/Phantom

Kinktober day 1: Pegging

I wrote this on my phone so it’s unedited, also first time posting smut?!? Be nice, also I apologize in advance- Anyways enjoy :3

How did he get himself into this situation? Sat down bare on his knees, the cold, wooden floor under him wet from the pre that gradually leaked from the tip of his-

That morning, Phantom woke up with the severe need for attention. The little voice in the back of his head was practically screaming, begging for it. He decided to make it his mission of the day to get as much attention as he could from his pack mates. He thought everyone was going to be easy, if only he knew how wrong he was.

He was one of the only ghouls who rose before the sun, always up before everyone else no matter what. His first victim of the day, Rain.

The only reason the water ghoul gets up so early is to take care of himself. He does everything he needs to do before properly starting his day. That’s why he always looks so damn good. So, with his target locked in, Phantom started his journey to Rain’s room. He approached the door, gently knocking against the wood with cold knuckles. A quiet “It’s unlocked” came from behind it, inviting him in.

A smile spread across Rain’s face as he watched the quint slip into his room, closing the door behind him. Without a word, Phantom simply crawled into the bed and plopped down onto Rain. “What’s wrong, baby?” Phantom shook his head, looking up with a small smile. “Just wanted some early morning cuddles? Is that it?” Phantom nods, letting his head fall onto Rain’s chest with a happy chirr. “Well, who am I to say no?”

Phantoms day continued like this. Making breakfast with some head pats from Swiss, a sugary sweet make out sesh in the greenhouse with Mountain, one-on-one guitar practice with Dew, gossiping with Aurora while she braided his hair, and a nice long nap with Cumulus- but he was still missing one person. Cirrus, who was completely focused on paperwork and ignoring everyone.

“Cirrus, can we watch a movie or something?” The only response he got was the shake of her head. “Why not? Don’t you wanna spend time with me?” She looked away from the papers she had scattered about, a hint of hurt in her eyes. “Of course I do, Ant, but I still have work to get done. Do you think you can wait?” He pouts, but plops down onto the floor beside her and nods. “Good boy, just try to be patient for me.”

He tried, he really did, but he wasn’t known to be patient. Only five minutes passed before he began pestering her again. “Can’t you just.. finish it later?” She sighs, sounding a little frustrated, but doesn’t turn her gaze away from her papers. Phantom groans and rolls his eyes, murmuring in infernal. He thought he was quiet, quiet enough to where Cirrus couldn’t hear him. “I can hear you, Ant. This will be your only warning.” He scoffed and turned around. “What are you gonna do about it?”

The sound the ghoulette slamming her pen down made him jump. “My room, now. You know how I want you. You sit there and you wait.” He didn’t argue, he couldn’t. The tone of her voice and the glint in her eyes already has him chubby in his now overly tight jeans. He quietly stood, escorting himself down the hall. As soon as he entered the chilly room, he stripped himself bare, folding his clothes neatly and sitting on the icy wood floors. There he waited, now very patient.

Ten minutes later, the door opened with a click and Cirrus slithered her way in, cooing at the sight of the ghoul before her. He sat on his knees, hot and heavy between his spread thighs, with his arms behind his back. “Now you want to listen? Fucking brat.” She gripped the sides of his face, forcing him to look up at her. His eyes were red and puffy, a few tear stains down his cheeks- and she could lie and say he didn’t look pretty like this, but she couldn’t deny the heat gradually growing within her.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.. Too bad you had to act out, now I’ve got to punish you for it.” She noticed how his cock kicked, a blurt of pre dripping onto the hard floor below them. “Up and onto the bed.” He did as she said. Now on all fours, presenting himself to her. “Good boy.” She praised and he shuttered. She rummaged through her nightstand for the bottle of lube she kept, popping it open and slicking up three fingers.

The first went in easy, the second she had to work in, and the third took Phantom’s breath away. He writhed and moaned from the pure pleasure of having three fingertips pressed against his prostate. “Please, please, please touch me-“ She chuckled, removing her fingers and nearly drooling at the way his little hole clenched around nothing. “You’re lucky I prepped you, I choose tonight.” Phantom gasped, immediately knowing what she meant.

She hummed, rummaging through that drawer. The drawer everyone knew of and what consisted inside it. She pulled out one of the biggest straps from her collection, slipping on the harness and securing it around her hips. Cirrus looked up, grinning at Phantom’s terrified expression. “If you’re going to have an attitude, I might as well fuck it out of you.” She noticed how tense the little quint became, so she slid a soothing hand up and down his back. “You can handle it, I know you can. If you’re good for me I might reward you.”

He nodded and she lubed herself up, pressing gently against his awaiting hole. Pressing in inch by inch and watching her not-so-innocent victim was her favorite part. Watching their faces contort in pain mixed with pleasure, watching them fall apart-

She lived for it.

Phantom held his breath until Cirrus bottomed out, gasping for air that’ll burn his lungs when she did. Before he could speak, she was already ramming into him with a brutal speed. The only thing he could manage were the little “ah, ah, ah”s that fell from his lips. She cooed, running sharp claws into his hair and pulling back to see the blissed out expression on his face. “C-Cir-“

“So sensitive, so pathetic.” He wailed as he came. Thick, white ropes covering the soft blanket below him. Cirrus didn’t slow her steady pace, laughing as the quint whimpered from overstimulation. “Oh, baby, you thought that was it?” Phantom nodded as both of his arms collapsed, sending him face first into the bedding.

“I’m just getting started.”

Heard my name 🙋 here’s my lil twat waffle

Anyone can jump on 🙌

So I decided to make one of these picrew tag game things! But in a creepy way!

Picrew

CREEPYPASTA MAKER

!!GORE WARNING, SCARY AND UNSETTLING IMAGERY AHEAD!! !!WIP, WILL BE UPDATED!! Make a Creepypasta oc. Be cringe, or don't. Just enjoy i

tags (anyone can join tho!) : @coffin--coffee @scary-friend @d3cayingdolly @cult-of-lambs

THIS^^

My favorite things about the ghouls in fanfics:

- different personal shaped horns

- split tongues

-blushing in their signature colour/ skin/ eye colour in their s.c.

- sleeping in cuddle piles

- detailed description of scents

-said it once I’ll say it again. tails (also neat if they are personalised Like c‘mon)

- the way rain is written in a different way in basically every fanfic

-the ghoulettes. No matter what they do, just gotta love em

-the way theyre smoking pot in so many fics (bonus points if mountain grew it in his garden)

- purring/ growling

Edit:

-water ghouls having gills ofc ofc

-top surgery scars

-Sodo having small water characteristics left from before the transformation

Feel free to add on

I need requests, BAD. My writers brain is telling me to pour my heart out, but I have no prompts. NO IDEAS. Head empty, no thoughts. Dirty, fluffy, angsty- I don’t care, my noggin is thirsty and it needs to be watered with the ideas.