DAMN.

OH MY FUCK- HELLO?!?? FIC WRITERS PLEASE HEAR MY CALLS 🙏

(move Sodo, it’s my turn)

I’m SORRY but like… WHAT?!?

When I’m reading/writing about Phantom/Aeon, this is almost what pops up into my head^^ just a lil different

The art is stunning btw 🖤

[Carefully adds Phantoms design to collection as if I just haven’t been procrastinating to draw him, pretending the artwork haven’t been chilling in my wips for weeks]

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.

Listen- you expect me not to write about somewhat fresh water!Dew and Aether after reading that? Anyways enjoy this minor shitpost of Aether being a little jealous <3

tw: ghouls eat humans, suggestive to an extent, excessive descriptions of blood/flesh/murder, paranoia warning(?)

It was rare that he got jealous like this. It almost never happened, but here he was, standing in the kitchen watching Dew and Swiss cuddling on the couch. The way Dew would giggle every now and then made his stomach curl in an unpleasant way. It made him want to throw up the dinner Mountain had prepared a few hours before. He wanted Dew to be all his. Only his to touch and admire, but he just couldn’t find a way to bring it up with Dew.

He knew Dew loved him, and that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, but it wasn’t enough for him. Their bond just wasn't strong enough, he needed closure. He needed more, but Dew was still relatively new and learning about the surface. There were still some things he’d yet to discover, and Aether definitely didn’t want to push anything unfamiliar on the water ghoul. A grin slowly made its way onto the quint’s lips at a brilliant idea that popped into his head. What was Dew’s favorite thing to do so far?

Hunt.

The tiny ghoul loved chasing down the random, unwelcomed humans in the Ministry’s forest. He could smell their fear and worries from miles away, it simply made his mouth water. The scream as he pounced on the unsuspecting human, sinking his teeth into their bitter flesh made his own crowd with goosebumps. He loved the way their warm, thick blood coated his mouth. The homey irony taste brought him an odd sense of comfort. It was perfect.

Aether kept his sight glued to the water ghoul for the next few days, watching his every move, just waiting for the slight change in his eyes. The feral glint in his eyes when he smelled a human lurking. He was going to give up, let himself be overtaken by the growing feeling in his gut, until he saw it. The way Dew poked up from the couch, eyes wide and hungry looking, he decided now was the time to strike. He sits down his mug and casually trolls over towards the ghoul.

“Smell that? Bet it makes your mouth water.” Dew frantically nods his head which makes Aether chuckle. “Wanna go get ‘em?” Dew’s never gotten up quicker from his seat, rushing towards the door. “Wait.” Dew stops dead in his tracks, slowly turning back to the quint. “Together, me and you.” Dew impatiently whined. “Then why are we still standing here? I don’t want them to escape.” Dew gave his best pouty face, crossing his arms for extra effect. “They won’t escape, I won’t let them.” He grabs the water ghoul’s hand and pulls him outside.

Dew takes off, sprinting into the forest, Aether following close behind him. The quint somehow managed to lose track of Dew, but he was already so deep into the hunt that it fogged up his mind. The scent of a terrified human was persistent around him. He hid away in a bush, concealing himself in the dark shadow of leaves. He held his breath at the sight of the human. It was a woman, maybe in her late twenties. Soft blonde hair laid gently on her fair skin, terrified blue eyes attentive to her surroundings. She was perfect for his Dew, absolutely beautiful, no doubt she tasted beautifully too. He crept out of the bush, sneaking up behind the trembling woman.

Dew was searching frantically, he was frustrated. He kept losing the scent, unable to sense the human roaming around. He growled in anger, but stopped at the sound of a blood curdling scream. He ran as fast as his legs would let him in the direction of that beautiful sound which he craved. He pushed his way past the towering trees and thick bushes, he spotted Aether crouching beside the lifeless body. “Aww, no fair. You got to have all the fun.” He pouted again, turning away from the scene in front of him. He almost turned back at the sudden sound of movement behind him, but chose to ignore it, being slightly agitated that his mate didn’t wait for him.

Aether leaned down to the woman's neck, licking up the sweetly bitter taste of sweat, then sinking his sharp fangs into the sheer skin. He fed on the woman, almost forgetting why he was there to begin with. He filled his mouth with the syrupy liquid that once pumped through her now numbing body and pulled away. He hummed and stood, pivoting on his heels. The earth crunched and crumbled as he walked towards the water ghoul who was still pouting. The quint's hands moved to grip onto the smaller ghouls thin waist, making him yelp in surprise. Aether spun Dew around, locking eyes with the smaller ghoul.

Dew couldn’t deny the arousal of having the blood covered quint towering over him, looking down at him with such a feral look in his eyes. Almost as if he could devour him at any second, and satan below Aether wanted to, but he put that aside for another day. Aether leaned in, smashing their lips together. His tongue pushed its way past Dew’s lips, the honey-like substance he held in his mouth now flowing into Dew’s. Dew groaned, finally his thirst being fulfilled after so long. Waves of pure lust rolled off of the two, low growls and whines suffocating the air. Neither of them could pull away, completely hypnotized by the other.

Aether was the first to pull away, looking down at the mess he'd created of the ghoul. Pupils blown as he was gasping for air, a mixed drop of blood and saliva rolling down his chin. Aether chuckled, giving a tight squeeze to his waist before leaning down to the ghouls ear. His tongue traced the curve of Dew’s ear, voice thick and low. “Mine. Only mine.” He growled, pulling the ghoul closer. “Yours, all yours.”

So basically 1046 words about Aether tongue fucking blood into Dew’s mouth, thats it :)

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The Ghouls are Giant House Cats

Warnings: none besides language :)

They purr, growl, and hiss. Do I need to explain more?

CUDDLE PILES. All of them wrapped up together, cuddling and chasing warmth. Mountain right in the middle, everyone has some part of them touching him. Dew always cuddled up to Aether, either clinging onto his side or snoring on his chest. Always up his ass. Rain is curled up next to someone, anyone. The boy loves being held/holding someone. The ghoulettes holding each other, running their fingers through each others hair; just perfecto. Swiss needs to have his tail wrapped around someone’s leg, can’t sleep without it. Phantom finds somewhere to be, basically plays tetris with himself. Beside Aether, curled behind Rain, latching onto Swiss or Mountain. You’ll find him anywhere.

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Copia, walking into the ghouls wing to check on them: *Opens the door and multiple pairs of glowing eyes staring at him* “Never mind..”

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Crazy Protective. If a sibling or other member walks in while one or more ghouls are cuddled next to each other, there’s a good chance you’ll hear a growl or hiss. If they’re holding something they hold dear and you try and take it from them? They will bite. Be prepared to go to the medical wing if you’re dumb enough to try that. If there are kits around, it’d be best to walk away if you’re a mortal. The ghouls won’t take their eyes off the small, wandering kit for one second.

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Sibling of Sin, trying to take away a dirty blanket from Dew: “Give it, Dew, it needs to be washed!

Dew, holding onto the blanket for dear life: *Growls and lunges forward, biting the sibling on the arm*

(He was punished with a Stern talking for Aether and extra chores from Copia)

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After Ritual Zoomies. Best believe they’ll be running and rolling around outside the abbey, full of energy. Papa purposely puts them outside after rituals so they don’t break anything. They will climb on anything they see, knocking everything over in their path. All the papas learned that mistake. By the time they come back down to the surface, they’re dirty, tired, and hungry.

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Copia, watching as the ghouls come up to the door, covered in dirt: “Ya’ll done?”

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Basically just the current papa acting as a owner to the ghouls.

“I’d Die for You.”

Mountain x Male Reader

Notes: You’d do anything for him, even if it meant leaving your whole life behind just to be with him. (3270 wc)

Warnings: Mentions of death, some vague gore if you could call it that?, blood mentions, nothing too saucy :)

read below the cut ml <3

The ministry was always a nice place to be in. Yeah, it was sometimes chaotic with all the ghouls running around, but it had its peaceful places. Like the library, your favorite place. It smelled of old books and pinewood, so comforting to your constantly racing mind. You’d grown up there, being a son of sin, but not just any son of sin. You were the priest's oldest son, meaning you had the most responsibility out of all. You were put in charge of almost everything -scheduling tours, guiding new siblings of sin, and shit ton of paperwork- your father pushing you as far as he could to make sure you’d be a good fit for the next priest. If you were being honest, you didn’t want the role at all. 

You found the job to be extremely boring. You despised the thought of sitting around in a cold office, doing nothing all day. You admired the ghoul’s lifestyle, you wished you could do what they did. They were free and got to have fun, while you were stuck in your boring and stressful lifestyle. The ghouls made sure you felt appreciated through it all though, you being the main reason they got to do what they did best. Sneaking you out of your room at night, being extremely careful not to be caught. They’d drag you to the ghouls wing, sitting you down on one of the many couches in the common room. They’d do whatever you wanted to. Want to watch a movie and relax? They’d have a list of movies and plenty of blankets ready. They adored you, but one particular ghoul always stuck out to you.

Mountain. He’d sneak into the library, going to your normal spot to check in on you. He knew that you were constantly stressed out, so he’d always find a way to make you feel better. Offering to help with the workload everyone dropped onto you, or to get you something to snack on while you worked. He took care of you. If you denied everything he offered, he’d sit with you until you were done. It didn’t matter if it was in the middle of the night, he would be right by your side. If he sensed you getting worked up or frustrated, he’d reassure you while rubbing your shoulders. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, voice like honey soothing you almost instantly. 

You found yourself with a crush on the towering ghoul, getting goosebumps from everything he did. His low silvery voice bounced around in your head like a record on repeat. The gentle touch of his calloused palms sending shivers down your spine. The way he slowly blinked while watching you work, putting you in a trance. His beautiful long brown hair, loosely pulled into a knot made you stare. The ghoul had you wrapped around his finger without even trying, and he loved it. He loved the way you’d react when he lightly teased you. He found humans very interesting, and you were his test subject. 

“You’re still working, Love?” The sudden voice pulled you out of the book you had your nose stuck in. You looked up, spotting Mountain holding what you assumed to be a cup of tea. You nodded, rubbing your tired eyes. “I have to finish this stupid book before sunrise. My father is supposed to be testing me on it tomorrow and I can’t fail.” He hummed, making his way to sit in the chair beside you. “Why do you put up with all of this,” he spoke, a hand gesturing to the open book in front of you. You scoffed and leaned back into your chair. “It’s the only way I stay sheltered. If my father gets mad.. Well you know what’ll happen.” He gave a quiet “yep” before bringing his mug up to his lips.

“Did you need anything? I mean it’s like, three in the morning Mount.” His lips curled up into a small smile. “I came to check on you, and hopefully spend some time with you. You’ve been cooped up in here for a week now, we haven’t been able to get to you at all.” The small smile he wore slowly turned into a frown. You sighed, closing the book and pushing it aside. “I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been so caught up with everything for you guy’s next tour, it’s just taken up the little free time I've had.” He placed a hand on the side of your face, making you look at him. “There’s no need to apologize, we know you’re busy. We just wish we could help you out..”

You nodded, somewhat understanding what he said. “As soon as I’m done with this, I’ll find a way to spend time with you all..” You trailed off, a wave of exhaustion flooding over you resulting in a yawn. “How long has it been since the last time you slept, Love?” His voice was coated with worry. You thought to yourself for a moment. “I’ve been here since nine, but I woke up around five yesterday.” His eyes widened. “This won’t do, you need to sleep.” You shook your head, worried thoughts flooding your mind. “No, no. I need to finish this. I have a few pages left of this book and then I have to find the booth for the upcoming tour- I can’t Mountain.” He frowned, sitting down his tea. “Well then, I’ll help you. I can find the booth while you finish your book.”

He pulled away, taking out his phone. “Mountain- no- I won’t let you do my work. It’s not your job. I can’t, you can’t.” He shushed you. “And why not? You deserve to rest. Just tell me what to do.” You groaned, unable to deny his convincing tone. “Fine. You know the website, just tell me if you find a nice one in the price range.” You picked up your book as he flashed a fang filled smile in your direction. 

A few minutes passed and you finally finished, closing the book and putting it aside. You looked over to the ghoul beside you, his eyes fixated on his phone screen. You smiled slightly and leaned into his side. “Any luck so far?” He looked down at you and nodded. “Yeah! I found a really nice booth that would be perfect. I’m talking to the owner right now to see if it's open.” He tucked his phone away into his pocket, wrapping an arm around you. “You’ve done a lot for us, and we're so lucky to have you, but if you don’t get enough sleep we won’t have an amazing manager anymore.” Your face flushed from the sudden praise. You quickly pushed that aside and sighed. “You’re right. I guess I could rest while we’re waiting for an answer..”

You stood, grabbing the book to put it away. You felt a hand around your wrist, almost making you fall backwards. You regained your ground and turned to Mountain who was now standing. “If you thought you were gonna sleep by yourself, you’re sadly mistaken.” You tilted your head in confusion. Before you could speak, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. “W-Wait, Mountain!” You tried to intervene, but he wasn’t having any of it. He ignored your pleads and quickly made his way out of the library.

When he opened the door, you realized where he was taking you. “Mount, I’m not allowed in here!” He continued walking without saying a word. When you reached the ghouls wing common room, you spotted a familiar fire ghoul. “Mountain? What are you doing?” Dew’s voice came from one of the couches. “Bed time.” Was the only thing he said, not stopping his long strides down the hall. Before you knew it, you were already in his room. He gently sat you down on his bed before crawling in to lay next to you. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. He pulled up the thick blanket that sat on his bed, making sure the two of you were covered. You felt his tail slither around your ankle, securing you in his tight hold.

You relaxed in his arms, realizing you weren’t getting out of the situation no matter what. He nuzzled his nose into your hair, deeply inhaling your scent. You sighed in relief, your mind finally clear after hours of constant worries. That's when you heard it. Those three little words that made you weak slipped out from between his lips. You sat up, looking him in the eyes. “What did you say?” He smiled and placed his hands on the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks gently. “I love you.” Your breath hitched, becoming shaky. “Don’t joke around, Mountain.” His eyes softened. “I’m not joking. I would never joke about something like that, Love.” You shook your head, pulling away.

“You can’t, we can’t. It’s strictly forbidden.” He pulled you back towards him, his hands firm on your waist. “We can figure it out, my love. I’ll figure it out, you don’t need to worry about anything. For now, you just need to sleep.” He pulled you back down, your head resting on his chest. A soft purr rose from his chest, luring you into a deep sleep.

The feeling of fingers threading through your hair woke you from your sleep. You slowly opened your eyes to see Mountain looking at his phone, a smile etched onto his lips. He looked down at you, eyes lighting up. “Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?” You nodded sitting up, rubbing your eyes. “The booth owner replied-” He was cut off by a gasp escaping your lips. “Shit- I still have to get the fee’s together and call the buses-” He shushed you, shaking his head. “Relax, I took care of it. I submitted the total fees and called the tour buses. The date is set a week from now.” 

You just stared at him in disbelief. He laughed, putting his phone aside. Your face flushed a deep red as he opened up his arms. You accepted his embrace, wrapping your arms around his torso. “I wish I could come with you guys, but with the rules of the ministry it’s impossible.” He nodded, placing his hand on your head. “I know, but you’re the next priest. They need you here.” You scoffed, arms tightening around him. “The only thing they need me for is to do their work. Hell, I don’t even want to be a priest. I’ve always wanted to be in a band, kind’ve like you guys.” 

“I wish you could join us as well, I wish there was a way around this.” An idea popped into your head, not a good one, but it could work. “I have an idea that you, or really anyone, won’t like.” His head tilted to the side, obviously curious. “The only way I could escape the grip of the ministry, and my father, would be to die and be summoned back as a ghoul. It’s horrible, I know, but it would work. Just think about it.” His eyes widened in shock. “My love, dying and becoming a ghoul is a very painful process. Trust me, it's something you don’t want to ever experience.” 

He stopped, taking in a deep breath. “If you went through with this, you’d be giving up everything you know as a human. Everything will be different. The way you see and feel the world will change. Are you sure this is something you’d leave everything behind for?” You nodded, looking him in the eyes. “There’s nothing left for me as a human except stress and work. As a ghoul, I’d have everything. Freedom, the band, and you. I’d have you, Mountain. I’d die for you.” His face flushed as he nodded, giving you a small smile. “If that is what you wish, then I will help you as much as I possibly can.”

He leaned back into the pillows on his bed, gently stroking your head. “So how are you planning on doing this, dear?” You gave him a not so innocent smile. “I have to talk to Papa before anything is set in place. If he agrees, then we’ll be set. You’ll have to do some pretty convincing acting though.” He hummed, fully interested now. “Just know, I should be gone the night before you guys return from tour so that gives me about two weeks to do it. The clergy will send a message about what happened to me, but for now I’m going to keep that to myself. I don’t need you worrying about me while you’re on tour.” You reached a hand up to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. 

“I’m always worried about you. There’s never a second when I’m not, love.” Blood rushed to your face, your cheeks turning bright red. You removed your hand from his face and covered your own. He opened his eyes and noticed this. He ran a teasing hand up your back, making you shiver. “I’ve got to say, you’re very easy to fluster. It’s quite cute.” You dug your head into his side, hiding the embarrassing look plastered across your face. He laughed and pulled you closer, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “You need to get going, don’t you have a test?” You quickly sat up, nodding. He escorted you out of the ghouls wing, stopping at the door.

“I’ll meet you in the library later, until then love.” He leaned down, placing a kiss on your cheek. He gave you a small smile before shutting the door. When he turned around he found all of the ghouls staring at him. “When were you gonna tell us the two of you were dating?” He shook his head, dismissing the multi ghouls' words. “Swiss- were not dating.. Yet.” A collection of laughs rose from a few ghouls, making Mountain's cheeks flush a bit. “Come on, tell us everything.” Cirrus invited him over, which he gladly accepted.

Over the next week the two of you met in the library, discussing the plan further every day. A day before they left for the week-long tour, you discussed everything with Copia. He was very against it at first, but after hearing the full plan he eventually agreed. He always knew about your dreams and was happy to help. It was the fifth day of their tour, the day you’d see your demise. You sent one final text as a human to Mountain, a simple “I love you.” You put your valuable belongings in his dresser drawer, ready for when you returned. You smiled to yourself as you walked to your fathers office, prepared on what you were about to do.

You knocked twice, hearing a stern and toneless voice inviting you in. You smiled, seeing your father staring daggers into you from his desk. “What do you need, child.” You were grinning from ear to ear. “I’m not a child. Dear Lucifer, I bet you don't even know my age.” His brows snapped together. “What did you just say to me?” You took a few steps forward, now standing in front of his desk. “You heard me.” He stood up, his chair flying backwards. He swiftly made his way in front of you, towering over you. “How dare you come in here and disrespect me, your father and priest.” You laughed in his face, pissing him off more.

“You're not my father, far from it actually. You’re just a filthy old man who knows nothing about me.” You stepped forward. “I bet you didn’t know that I wanted to be in a band. I bet you don’t know that I can play guitar perfectly. I bet you didn’t know that I don’t want to be a fucking priest like you.” He slammed a fist down onto his desk. “You’ve been around those nasty ghouls! No wonder you’ve been slacking! They’re making you filthy. You stay away from those dirty little-” Before he could say another word, your body moved on its own. A red hand mark formed on his face from the harsh slap you planted on it.

He grabbed the dagger he kept on his desk, and in one quick movement you’d done it. It pierced straight through your heart, making you fall to the ground. You sharply inhaled, the pain was overwhelming your senses. You looked up at him, a smile still on your face. The doors of the office swung open, two siblings of sin barging in. They gasped at the sight before them. Your father towering over your limp body, blood spilling across the floor. You looked at the ground, saying your final words. “See you in hell, father.” You took one last breath, death washing over you.

Mountain looked back at Copia, unsure. “I know you’re scared to see it, but we have to do this to make it look real.” He nodded, bracing himself. He swung open the doors to the office and saw two siblings of sin leaned over your lifeless body. He ran up to you, falling to his knees. His stomach dropped seeing the blood that was spilled everywhere. Tears formed in his eyes as he placed a hand over your cold face. “Dear Satanas..” He looked up the sister of sin who stood in front of him. “Who did this?” Anger and grief flowed through his breaking voice. The Sister backed away, scared. Copia rushed in, grabbing onto the ghouls arms. 

“I apologize dear sister for my ghouls behavior, I will be taking him back to the ghouls wing.” She nodded, shooing him away. Copia dragged the ghoul out of the room, closing the door behind them. He released Mountain, huffing. “That was a good performance, now we need to-” He turned back to see the ghoul wiping his eyes. “Oh dear.. Mountain, you must remember this. We’re bringing him back, you’re going to see him very soon.” The tall ghoul nodded, standing up. “We must go now, your ghoul is waiting for us.” Copia gave him a reassuring pat on the back and led him down to the summoning chamber.

The pentacle was already drawn on the cold ground of the chamber with candles surrounding it. Copia quickly lit the candles and started the ritual. Mountain anxiously waited, watching the ground as if his life depended on it. The pentacle lit up, fire shooting up from the circle. A hole opened up from the ground, a hand reaching out grabbing the edge. Mountain sped to the opening and locked onto the hand. He pulled the ghoul up and out of the portal. “Papa! He’s out!” He stopped chanting, the portal quickly closing. The fire from the ghouls' bubbling skin burned him, but he didn’t care. He held the trembling ghoul in his arms, running his hand gently through his hair. “You’re home, my love.” 

You opened your eyes, gasping. Your whole body felt as though it was on fire, and it was. The feeling of familiar arms around you and that soothing honey like voice brought you back fully. “Mountain?..” You looked up to see him with glossy eyes. “You’re back, you’re safe.” You quickly wrapped your arms around him, smiling weakly into his shoulder. “I told you I’d die for you, didn’t I?”

oh boi... little assholes

“Eager” FTM!Rain/Aether

Kinktober day 2: tit-fucking

This was kinda hard for my sleep deprived brain so write, sorry it’s short 🙏

“Let-Let me fuck ‘em- Please, Droplet?”

Aether couldn’t lie, he’d been hard since he watched Rain delicately slide on his stage wear, but what made it all worse was his tits. The way they were barely noticeable when he wore his uniform, the only way you’d ever know they were there is if you grabbed them. It drove him insane.

On stage, he couldn’t help but be all over Rain. Tucking his face into Rain’s neck, feeling him up whenever he could- grazing his hands over his chest, trying to grab and feel. He earned a few hums and soft moans, only fueling his arousal.

As soon as the final bows ended, he drug Rain off stage and into one of the empty dressing rooms. He slammed the door shut, pinning Rain against it. “Aeth- What are you-“ He was quickly cut off by Aether’s lips smashing into his, their masks bumping together. Aether pulled back, ripping his mask off with Rain following in suit.

Aether’s hands immediately found the buttons of the water ghouls shirt, ripping it open and attaching onto his neck. “Fuck- Aeth, why so eager?” Rain questioned, threading his clawed fingers into Aether’s dark hair. “Let- Let me fuck ‘em- Please, Raincloud?” He was confused until the quint groped at his chest, selfish hands squeezing and twisting.

He let out a shaky breath and nodded, slowly sliding down onto his knees. “Shit, yeah-“ Rain quickly undid Aether’s zipper, pulling out his steadily leaking cock and giving him a few strokes. He brought his hand back and pushed his arms together, accentuating his little tits.

Aether Immediately got to work, fitting his cock between them and greedily rolling his hips. His head rolled back as he groaned through gritted teeth. “Must’ve needed it, huh? Needed to fuck my tits?” Rain teased, cold fingers going up to massage at Aether’s balls. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“Yeah, needed it- fuck- bad.” His pace faltered, coming dangerously close to the edge. “Cum on ‘em, make ‘em all pretty.” And that he did. Painting Rain’s chest with hot, white ropes. Panting, he admired his work, running two fingers through the mess and around a perky nipple. Rain gasped, pushing up into Aether’s touch.

He chuckled, kneeling down and buttoning the water ghouls shirt back up. “Why are you.. What are you..” He cringed at the feeling of the fabric clinging to his overly sensitive skin.

“Everyone will know that you’re mine. You’re gonna smell like me for weeks.”

Those words kept replaying in his head, and he was sure he was soaking through his pants.

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! 🖤🤘