kkaisarion
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- Ghost (Sweden Band) (22)
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newly summoned rain is having a hard time getting used to human food. luckily for him, a certain fire ghoul comes to the rescue
It’s completely dark in the kitchen, save for the single light shining out from the open fridge door. The bright glare outlines the stark silhouette of a ghoul, one who has their head thrown back while tipping a bag of something directly into their mouth.
“...Dew?” Rain says incredulously, his voice echoing loudly in the otherwise empty room.
The fire ghoul startles and whips around guiltily. “Rain? Fuck—” He coughs violently before managing to swallow a large mouthful of—Rain squints to read the label on the bag—shredded cheese.
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“I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”
Dew makes the offer casually, throwing out the words into the space between him and Rain. He’s sitting on the couch with the recently summoned water ghoul, where they’ve been talking about their similarities and differences in water ghoul anatomy—their different numbers of gills, their blue versus gray skin, and—well, this seems as reasonable a next step as any.
“You want to compare…our dicks?” Rain asks curiously, tilting his head.
“Yeah. Y’know, for science.”
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“C’mon, puppy. Play with me?” Ifrit murmurs. The calculated words hit with deadly aim, and now it’s Mountain’s turn to whine helplessly.
“You’re gonna get both of us in trouble with Zeph,” he protests weakly.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be quiet. He won’t know a thing.”
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“Who’s in the group chat? Half the pack’s in here,” Cumulus hisses, reaching across Mountain’s lap for her phone. Mountain grabs her ass as she leans over him, making her chirp happily as she glances at her notifications—her expression lined with confusion at first, before it shifts into pure joy.
“Oh my god,” Cumulus says, laying back down between the two ghouls. “Dew’s dumb ass is trying to sext Phantom. In the group chat.”
“What?” Swiss replies, leaning over to see Cumulus’s phone. “Good lord. If you can even call that sexting.”
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When Rain turns around, the sight makes the blood in Swiss’ head rush straight to his cock. A collar dangles from his fingers, a loop of shiny black leather that Rain has worn many times before. Swiss steps forward without thinking, itching to get his hands on it.
“Oh, what’s this? Are you going to be my good little pet tonight?” Swiss purrs, reaching to take the collar from Rain—but he doesn’t let go. Instead, Rain laughs at him.
“No, baby,” he smiles dangerously, fangs glittering. “This is for you.”