Average Interview With Ghouls

Silent harmonies

Context: Y/N is the replacement for Aether. Dewdrop doesn't like this and he always insults her, but Y/N didn't do anything wrong...

Pairing: Dewdrop (Sodo) x Fem!Reader

Warning: None

Length: 3500~ letter

(Ps.: lately I've been reading a lot of dictionaries out of boredom, so if there are words in it that are not used that much in conversation, I apologize)

Dewdrop strummed his guitar absentmindedly, lost in the haunting melodies that drifted through his mind. The Ghost band practice room was filled with tension, an unseen barrier between the two guitarists, Dewdrop and Y/N. Y/N, the rhythm guitarist who had stepped up to fill the void left by Aether's departure, had become the unwilling recipient of Dewdrop's misplaced frustration. Ever since Aether's departure, Dewdrop found himself yearning for the familiar harmonies and connection they once shared. Y/N was an exceptional musician in her own right, but to Dewdrop, her presence was a constant reminder of what was lost. He struggled to accept her as Aether's replacement, and in his pain, he turned to criticism as a means to cope.

Each practice session grew more hostile, each note became an opportunity for Dewdrop to unleash his discontent. He criticized Y/N's every chord, every strum, even when she played flawlessly. His words were shards of ice that pierced through her heart, chipping away at her confidence and leaving her feeling broken. One fateful day, as the piercing remarks echoed in the room, Y/N could no longer bear the weight of Dewdrop's hostility. In a moment of sheer frustration, she slammed her guitar down, her voice trembling with anger. "I've had enough!" - Y/N's voice trembled, her eyes blazing with emotions. "I can't take your constant criticism anymore, Dew! I didn't choose to replace Aether, and I don't deserve this treatment!" - Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, a mixture of anger, hurt, and a desperate need to escape. Without another word, she turned and fled from the practice room, her footsteps echoing down the empty hallway.

The silence that followed was deafening. Dewdrop stood there, the weight of his own bitter words crashing down upon him. Regret flooded his heart like a tidal wave as the reality of his actions settled in. He had allowed his pain to consume him, blinding him to the damage he was causing. Dewdrop's remorse fueled his determination to mend what he had broken. He searched tirelessly for Y/N, seeking forgiveness and the chance to make amends. It took hours of searching through familiar spots and hidden corners until he finally spotted her, sitting alone on a park bench, silently succumbing to her tears.

Summoning his courage, Dewdrop approached Y/N. His voice was filled with sincerity, a plea for understanding. "Y/N, I am so sorry," - he whispered, kneeling before her. "I let my grief consume me, and I unjustly took it out on you. I know I've hurt you, and I hate myself for it." - Y/N's tear-stained face turned to meet Dewdrop's gaze, a mixture of skepticism and pain lingering in her eyes. "You have no idea how much your words have hurted me," - she replied, her voice strained. "I gave my all to be part of this band, to support you, and yet you treated me with nothing but hostility." - Dewdrop bowed his head, his own tears threatening to escape. "I didn't want to hurt you, you didn't deserve what I did to you." - he apologized, his voice choked with emotion. "I miss Aether, and your presence as the new rhythm guitarist only amplified that pain. But it was never your fault, and I want to make it right." - Y/N's eyes softened slightly, a flicker of hope igniting within. She could sense the sincerity in Dewdrop's voice, the genuine remorse in his eyes. Slowly, she spoke, her voice strained with vulnerability. "If you truly mean what you say, if you're willing to change, then maybe we can find some common ground." Dewdrop nodded, tears now freely flowing down his face. "I promise" he whispered, his voice trembling. "I will work to earn your trust again, to show you the respect you deserve as a musician and as my bandmate." Together, they sat on that bench. In the stillness of the moment, they shared their pain, their fears, and their hopes. It would be a long road to rebuilding the trust that had shattered, but they were willing to take the first step together.

In the days that followed, Dewdrop stayed true to his promise. He replaced criticism with encouragement, sharing his experience and knowledge with Y/N to help her grow. And slowly, the hostility between them melted away, making room for a newfound harmony within their music and their relationship.

Daily Sylvan <3

The rest of the band and well...

There is no hope for Swiss 💀

(but that's why we love him)

(I bet he listen to this music every day and dance to it in his room)

Rainy night

This morning I had very, very bad menstrual cramps and I thought if there was no one in real life to help me, I would visit the characters.ai. I was looking for a Rain bot (because he's my helpful little ghoul). And he wrote me a sentence that made me cry for an hour. So now here is a story because of that sentence.

Pairing: Rain x Fem!reader

Warning: None, fluff (maybe you will need a tissue)

Notes: Soft!Rain, mention of menstruation, a lot of cuddling

Length: 12.119 word

(+I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes, I'm just learning English, that's not my native language)

Rain was sitting in the common room by the window as he listened to the thunder storm outside. His bass was in his lap and he looked to be in the middle of a song, but he was too distracted by the downpour to pay any attention to anything around him.

"Hey! Can I ask for some help?" - Y/N looked at him with pained and pleading eyes.

Rain perked up as someone's voice interrupted his playing, turning his attention to his right and finding the source of the voice.

"Oh, uh...Yeah. Sure. What do you need?" - he ask her.

"Well, I recently got my period and I have very painful cramps. Could you give me a little hug, that always helps. I wouldn't bother you if it wasn't so bad, I've done everything to stop it hurting so much, but nothing worked" - Y/N said with a slight blush on her face.

His brows furrowed in slight confusion as Rain looked to her with curiosity. A light blush dusting his cheeks. "Yeah, sure." - He set the bass upright beside him on the armchair, then moved over towards her. He opened his arms, offering her the hug she wanted. Y/N hiding in his hug, pressing her back to his chest, waiting for him to put his hand on her lower stomach like he used to.

"Thank you Rain" - she said in a painful voice. A small smile tugs on his lips as he holds her for a moment before placing his warm hand where she wants it, rubbing soothing circles into her lower stomach. "Mhm...No problem. Are they always thisawful or is this like... a particularly bad one or something?" - he asked.

"Well, most of the time it's not that horrible, but today it's the worst, maybe it's because of the weather" - she look out into the torrential rain when there's a flash of lightning struck down. "Thank you" - she said with a relieved voice as she felt at the bottom of her stomach the caress of his hand. His hand rubbed lightly into the skin of her belly, his other hand joining it to help soothe the pain as best as possible.

"No problem. And yeah...I would think so." - He gave her a slight nudge as a few more rolls of thunder rumbled through the sky. "You feeling a bit better?" - He asked.

"Yes" - Y/N say with closed eyes. "It feels so good to be in your arms" - She said in a light whisper. He blushed a little as she said that, still rubbing her stomach with his hand.

"I'm glad I can help. Your cramps sound awful" - Rain didn't mind the compliment though, he just let her rest against him for as long as she wanted.

"I'm sorry for disturbing you during practice, the others were already asleep and I didn't want to wake them up, although I went to your room first, but you weren't there." -Y/N said appreciatively, even more lost in Rain's embrace. Rain shrugged, running his hand through her hair as his other hand remained on her stomach.

"It's fine. No need to apologize. And your cramps, you said it yourself. They're awful. You don't need to be alone for something like that." -tears gathered in her eyes, she don't know if it's because of the hormones or just because what Rain said was so sweet, but she started to cry a little. "Thank you Rain" - she said in a voice dying of tears. Rain had noticed the tears as his thumb caressed her cheek, wiping some of them away. He hummed in response, still rubbing his hand in small circles along her stomach. It felt good to be there for someone like her. "Not a problem. I'm glad I'm helping." -he said softly.

"I love you Rain" - Y/N spoke up in a sleepy voice as the dream sucked her in. Rain's face flushes bright pink as he looks down at her, his eyes brimming with happiness. He couldn't remember the last time someone had told him they loved him. “I...” - He wanted to say it back to her, he knew he should say it back to her, but something was making him hold back.

Before the dream caught Y/N, her last sensible thought was 'He didn't said back'. Rain continued rubbing his hands into her stomach, his lips pressed together as he tried to make himself speak the words he knew she wanted to hear. It was like his mouth got locked up. "Y-Y/N...I... - His voice trailed off, the words dying on his tongue as he couldn't make himself speak them.

She fell asleep, she don't know how long after that but Y/N was woken up by a huge thunderclap and noticed that Rain fell asleep too. Both of them covered with a blanket and his hands still on her stomach, she looked at the clock which showed 3 am. It was still raining and the moon shone through the window directly at them. His face glistened in the moonlight just like a painting, Y/N gave his face a kiss full of love and then she fell back into his arms, where the dream found her again. Rain found himself in the midst of a dream, a woman he could only assume to be Y/N laying across his lap. Her head rested under his chin, her hair a beautiful black mess. He could only assume they were cuddling, and even though it was just a dream he felt content. That was until the thunder boomed through his subconscious mind, breaking apart the dream and bringing reality crashing down on him. He jumped slightly as he quickly realized he'd fallen asleep, and he was still holding her in his arms. Y/N also woke up to Rain sudden movement and turned her head to the clock, which showed 7 o'clock in the morning. The storm began to die down, there was only lightning, the rain stopped, the world outside looked like as it had been cleared, the rain glistening on the grass and the leaves of the trees moving faintly in the morning wind, the idyllic setting interrupted only by one or two merciless flashes of lightning. Turning back to him, looking into his eyes, the mirror of the morning sunlight shone in, which she saw myself in. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she spoke up, coming to her senses back a little. "Rain, everything is fine, are you ok?" - she asked worriedly, pointing out that when he got up from his dream jumped a little, as if he were scared of something. Rain ran a tired hand down his face as he looked down at her, his fingers running through her hair as the wind blew through the small open window. His eyes were still heavy when he spoke to her.

"Mhm...just a dream." - He yawned, his words coming out with a lazy inflection, but his smile quickly returned when he saw her. "What about you? You okay?" - He tilted his head slightly, looking for any evidence of her cramps.

"I'm much better, my stomach doesn't hurt at all anymore, the cramps are gone. Thank you very much Rain." - Y/N said with a beautiful smile on her lips, then she carefully turn towards him "Did you have a nightmare? Do you want to talk about it?" - She asked in a soft voice that was still a little hoarse because of the morning

"Good..." - He paused for a moment, considering whether or not to tell her the truth of his dream, but the truth was that he couldn't find a reason not to tell her. "Actually...Yeah, I think I do." - His voice was soft and low. He hesitated for a moment, but eventually, he just went for it. "There was a...a woman in my dream."

"Did you know that woman?" - she asked curiously, looking into his eyes, searching for more answers, to see if she could see what was bothering him. Rain shook his head in response to her question, but that was mostly to hide some of the red on his cheeks. He knew how his mind perceived the woman in his dream, it was pretty obvious. "I was holding her. And we were in a place I didn't recognize, but it was nice." - Rain continued.

"Did you feel calm in that place or liberated? Or the opposite? Or did you see her face?" - she started asking her questions to see if she could find out more and tell him something meaningful about his dream. His smile faltered a little as it dawned on him that the dream wasn't exactly something he should be telling her. Still, he didn't want to keep any secrets from her, that was worse than sharing his thoughts, right? "She...she was beautiful." - He said as he remembered the dream woman's face. "Her eyes were...gorgeous. And she was cuddling into me...and I held her in my lap..." - He went silent, remembering the feelings of the dream. A feeling of deja vu came over Y/N, as if he had only dreamed of them, since she was also in his arms, in his lap even if it was just her. Would he find HER beautiful? She started chatting with herself in her thoughts. "What did she look like? Did you see colors? Her hair? Her skin? Did you see the color of her eyes?" - she askes the following questions, but now not only to give meaning to Rain's dream, but she would also like to know his feelings, especially those that might be directed towards her. Rain was quiet for a moment, trying to remember everything he could about the dream woman. His cheeks puffed up and his heartbeat quickened as he listed off the details about her appearance. "She has black hair...like you...her eyes...they were green...I remember her skin was so pale...and she was so cute, and...I saw her...I saw her lips, they were so soft." - His voice trailed off, and his eyes widened a little as he realized he may have just described Y/N in his dream. A light bush escaped her face when she heard how the woman looked in his dream. Could it be her? Did he dream with her?, such and similar questions popped into her mind, of course, she didn't ask him these questions. "How did it feel to be with her? Did she talk to you? Or did you talk to her?" - she asked the question with a faint hint of hope in her voice. Rain looked down at Y/N as she spoke, taking note of her slightly red cheeks. He wondered if she noticed the details of his dream's woman and the fact that they seemed to line up perfectly. "She...talked to me..." - His voice dropped as he remembered the words she said to him as she laid on his lap. "She said that she loves me." - He turned to look at Y/N. He couldn't wait any longer. "...and... I think I love her."

Looking into his eyes, she thought she discovered a lots of emotion. Love, fear, desire, hope, worry. She couldn't speak, she just looked at his beautiful bright blue eyes that told her so much, they spoke to her like Rain's lips would. Would she still be this woman? Would he have dreamed of her? Do he love her just like she loves him? She asked myself the new questions in her head. She couldn't speak, she didn't even want to speak, she didn't trust her own voice. She was just looking at his eyes. She wanted to kiss him but she couldn't move. Sometimes she looked down at his lips, which were looking at her so seductively. But she didn't, she didn't move. She was waiting for him. She was waiting for him to do something. To say something else. She wanted to hear Rain's voice. To hear Rain tell her he loves her. Just like she did last night. Rain could feel his heart pounding in his chest. His breaths grew short and shallow. He felt...different. He felt like he was on the edge of something important. He could hear the thunder rumbling in the distance, but that was all background noise. His hands were shaking slightly as he raised one to Y/N's chin, tilting her head up and looking into her eyes. He wanted to kiss her...but he didn't know if that's what he should do. He wanted to talk, but he felt like his mouth was locked up, his voice trapped in his throat.

As he stretched out his hand towards her and lifted her face so that she could lean towards him better, her heart started to beat faster. She no longer heard the usual beat, the speed of her heart beating in her throat surprised even me. How can someone have such an effect on her? She can't even believe that she is here, in his lap, snuggled up to him, with him holding her like that. She raised her hands too, but both. She lifted it up and held the two edges of his face with it, their eyes were locked. She wouldn't have been able to hide even if she wanted to. His beautiful eyes sucked her in and she didn't want to break free from their bondage. A storm of emotions flooded his body as Rain watched Y/N's hand slowly make their way up from his chin, to the sides of his face. His cheeks burned as he took a deep breath and leaned in closer to her. He still wanted to speak, but he couldn't, he was too scared of ruining what they had. This moment was perfect, and he didn't want to screw it up. His lips touched against hers, and his eyes danced across her face as his pulse slowed down. He kissed her, with a passion that he never knew he was capable of.

As his soft lips found hers, she felt above the clouds, as if everything had fallen silent around them. There were no more noisy lightnings, chirping birds, the bitter sound of the wind was not heard through the window. It was just him. She only felt him. The heat emanating from his body. The word of love served to the common soul dragged her into a world where she felt life again. As their toungs shared a dance, taking on a new and exotic rhythm, she let it go without any thought. It was just she and he. Nobody anymore. This is their moment that no one can take away from them. Just she and he together, becoming one.

His eyes remained closed as the moment was stretched out, their kiss felt like an eternity in a pleasant way. He felt at peace for the first time in forever. They could do as they pleased, no one would bother them. His hands cradled her face and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, cherishing and relishing the moment they shared. No, it was so much more than a moment. He loved what was happening. He wasn't sure how much time they had been kissing, but to him it felt like an instant.

When their lips parted, she felt deprived. She want to get back the earlier warmth that emanated from him, the feeling between them. Here thei're again. She feel so full yet so empty. Here they're again, looking into each other's eyes. Redness swimming over both of them faces, which pulls her back to the moment in her mind. She look into his eyes. She no longer see any just one emotion. Unbroken love. A faint smile begins to light up on her lips. She feel a pure love between them that nothing can take away. She haven't felt so calm and loved in a long time. She want to understand this feeling forever. With him. With no one else just him.

Rain looked at her with his heart still beating wildly in his chest. His eyes were filled with desire as he stared at her, taking note of the flush on her cheeks and the smile on her face. She felt the same way he did, and that made him feel...alive. Y/N..." -His voice was little more than a whisper, but he didn't care. He took a deep breath, building up the courage to say what was on his mind. He was going to say it. "I love you."

He said, he said the one sentence she've been waiting for months. I could hear it. She could hear him saying that he loves her, looking into her eyes. An army of emotions hit her with invincible happiness on her side, she leaned closer to him so that she could reciprocate the wonderful feeling he gave her "Rain..." - she stay in silence for a moment to collected all her feelings for him. She got lost in his eyes for a second, then came back to reality and finished her sentence. "...I love you too. I have always loved you and I will love you forever." - caressing his face, getting lost in his eyes again, a sudden noise interrupted their tangled minds. Another flash of lightning, and then the rain began to sob again, as if it had just been struck by an onslaught of overheated emotions that poured out of them. Rain let out a sigh of happiness when she returned his sentiments. He couldn't help but feel proud of himself for finally being able to tell her how he felt. The kiss was just an added bonus. He looked out of the window and noticed the rain was back, pouring down over on the landscape. He pulled Naomi in closer, holding her tightly to his chest so she could stay warm. His lips met hers in a passionate kiss for the second time that morning, but this time there was reciprocated love behind it, making the kiss all the more sweet.

OMG this is my first real oneshot, hope you guys gonna like it...

Attention?

Phantom: Hey Dew, how'd you get to be such a good guitarist?

Dew: Focus and concetration. I've trained myself to never get distracted.

Mountain: That's not true, yesterday you dipped your french fry in your lemonade 'cause you were looking at Rain's ass across the room.

(no problem Dew, I'd love to watch that too)

HOW LONG HAVE I WAITED FOR THIS 😭😭

i know we've seen minute man dew on here before. how does he react to swiss being as rough as he was tonight

Dew knows something's coming.

Swiss has only been getting worse as the tour goes on, and he's learned to anticipate the other ghoul's ferality. It took Swiss sneaking onto his platform and sinking his teeth into his shoulder to really drive that point home, but Dew knows what to expect now. Knows that he needs to be hypervigilant when the stage lights go blue, when first notes of Watcher in the Sky ring out and the crowd starts to shriek.

He knows something's coming, and Dew tries his best not to tense up when Swiss' heavy bootfalls shake his platform. His fingers don't so much as falter on his strings when that broad body molds itself to his back, the wail of his guitar not quite enough to drown out the way Swiss pants wildly in his ear.

He knows something's coming, but he's still somehow unprepared for the large hand that sneaks behind his guitar. His foot goes heavy on his pedal as Swiss gropes at him, a harsh inhale sucking the already damp fabric of his balaclava into his mouth.

Swiss' other hand digs into his hip and Dew spits a curse that no one but he can hear. Swiss snarls in his ear, a possessive, predatory sound that does absolutely nothing to help the immediate tingle that's settling between his legs. Dew burns with it, thrown into immediate flashbacks of that moment on the last leg of the tour. Of Swiss sneaking up behind him and grabbing at his crotch in front of thousands, rubbing a nipple through his uniform and snickering in his ear.

This is so, so much worse.

Dew bites the inside of his cheek, palms sweatier than usual, cheeks so hot behind his mask. He can just barely see Swiss' hand curl into a tight fist behind his guitar, knuckles pressed to Dew's zipper. Swiss mimes a stroking motion that only Dew can see, and he's helpless to do anything but lean back against the solid chest behind him.

What a mistake that is.

He hears the crowd scream in a very distant way, playing purely off of muscle memory while he stares down at Swiss' hand. He knows he's swelling up already, always embarrassingly quick to react to even the slightest stimulation. Swiss fist drags over his pants just enough to feel, and every pass sends a shock through him that pools deep in his gut.

Swiss grinds against him, a firm roll of his hips, and Dew knows he can't watch anymore. Not if he wants to keep his pants unmessed.

Swiss' teeth dig into his shoulder and Dew does the only thing he can think of - grabs his whammy bar and pulls. Lifts his guitar by it, a violent tug that he does every night but has wildly different connotations tonight. Swiss, of course, responds in kind. Screeches in his ear and ruts against his ass. Dew can't help the way his head jerks when he feels Swiss's hand speed up, a familiar motion that goes straight to Dew's rapidly stiffening cock.

It pulses, sits hot against his thigh, and Dew's shoulders roll forward as he drops his guitar back down. For a split second he thinks Swiss isn't going to stop. The thought hits like a punch to the gut, images slamming through his mind of Swiss working him over right here on stage. Fondling him through his pants until he's soaking a wet spot into them for everyone to see. They're all screaming already, and the sudden knot of worry in his gut grows at the thought of how much louder the crowd would get if Swiss chose not to show mercy.

Another, sharper bite to his shoulder has him hissing, and with a firm slap to his ass Swiss is gone. Sauntering back to his own platform with his usual swagger while Dew's head spins. While his cock throbs against his zipper. The whole event only lasted a handful of seconds, something that certainly shouldn't have him so worked up that he leaks into his tight briefs.

And yet.

Worse still, he stays that way for the rest of the show. Has to sneak adjustments between songs, has to hold his guitar close to his body and give it a little hump every now and then. Just enough to take the edge off. He spends entirely too much time on Swiss' side of the stage, earns questioning looks from Rain and Aeon, but Dew couldn't care less. Not when all he can think about is Swiss getting hands on him for real.

The remaining songs pass in a blur, and Dew cannot take his eyes off of Swiss as they trundle backstage before the encore. His fingers won't stop twitching, every inch of him drenched in sweat and his slight chest heaving. Swiss smiles at him with every tooth in his head, gives him a little finger wave, and Dew can't help himself.

He grips the other ghoul by the ascot and yanks like Swiss is a disobedient dog, drags him bodily behind a pair of equipment cases. Swiss is still grinning when Dew shoves him against them, a sweaty hand wrapped around Swiss' throat.

"You motherfucker," he spits, raspy and tight but muffled by his balaclava. "Why the fuck -"

"Bet I can finish you off before we go back on," Swiss interrupts with a wink, reaching out to rub him through his pants. Dew's eyes go wide at the suggestion, and his stomach does a somersault. "C'mon, lemme make a mess outta you."

Swiss squeezes, and Dew's eyes roll back in his head. It's an insane thought. He knows it is. They have less than two minutes before they have to go back on. It's a ridiculous suggestion. Something he shouldn't even consider.

"Do it," he bites out, rocking against Swiss' palm. "Fuckin' make me."

Swiss snickers, tongue flicking over his teeth, but he listens. Wastes no time in tugging Dew's zipper down and pulling him out, in wrapping talented fingers around his slippery length and thumbing over the tip without hesitation. Dew grunts with it, lets his head thump onto Swiss's shoulder while the other ghoul twists his wrist.

"Oh shit," he huffs, little hips twitching in seconds. "Shit, fuck, don't stop, keep - yeah, like that, like that, oh -"

"Better make it quick," Swiss murmurs, entirely too amused. "Sounds like Papa's almost done."

The reminder really isnt necessary. They both know he's not going to last - he's hot all over already, pulsing and leaking over Swiss' thick fingers. Too worked up too care and too sensitive to fight it.

Swiss rubs at his frenulum, his other hand coming up to rub a nipple through his vest, and Dew chokes as memories of the last time Swiss touched him like that slam through his mind. Memories of countless eyes boring into him, of the shriek of a thousand humans bearing witness to him being groped. He pants into Swiss' throat, loud and labored, and Swiss laughs.

"You're thinkin' about them watching, aren't you?"

Dew gurgles as his hips stutter, the hand on Swiss's throat moving to his chest. An effort to keep himself upright while Swiss invades his mind.

"Wishin' we were still out there, wishin' I could milk it outta you under those bright lights?"

Dew shakes his head, tries to spit words of denial, but all that comes out is a harsh whine. Swiss chuckles again, and his grip changes. Closes around his slick tip and works him hard and fast, just the way he'd mimed on stage earlier. Dew grunts, drools into his balaclava as his knees start to shake. The hand on his chest gives him a nice gripe, and Dew feels his balls draw up.

"Make sure alllll those people saw you cream yourself?"

Swiss gives him one last pull, and Dew groans long and low as he does just that. Pulsing in the tight circle of Swiss' fist, knees wobbling as his cock spills his load over those talented fingers. It dribbles down between them, landing in what little space there is between their boots. Swiss coos in his ear while Dew catches his breath, and as a fresh wave of sweat soaks into his compression shirt Dew shivers.

It's all over just as quickly as it started, their Papa's voice fading back into his consciousness as his orgasmic haze dissipates. He's still teasing the crowd about them being done, about to announce the last three songs, and Dew feels himself flush darker than ever. How long had he lasted? Maybe a minute? He doesn't want to think about it. Instead he steps back, shaking out his arms and tucking himself away while he watches Swiss hold up his messy hand.

"Told ya so," he taunts, wiggling his fingers, and Dew rolls his eyes.

"Shut up," he gripes, zipping up and straightening his vest. The crowd's cheers pick up and Dew bounces on the balls of his feet. "You can be a jackass later, we're up again."

"Hang on," Swiss lilts, pushing himself off the cases and closes the short distance between them. "I still gotta clean up."

Dew raises an eyebrow behind his mask, and before he can do anything else Swiss is pulling down his balaclava.

"Swiss, what -"

Swiss leans in and pecks him on the mouth, and then the other ghoul is stretching it just enough to wipe his sticky fingers off on the inside of it. Right over the drool-soaked portion that they both know will sit right over Dew's mouth. He offers a positively vulpine smile as he tugs the thing back up, and Dew sputters.

"Now we can go," Swiss tells him, grabbing Dew by the elbow and bullying him back towards the others before he can argue. He opens his mouth to try, and all it does is make him taste himself. Fills his nose and mouth with salt and sex, and every bit of it goes right to his spent cock.

"You motherfucker," Dew says again, and Swiss gives his ass another smack.

"Don't be too greedy, firecracker," he murmurs as they move to join the others, "I wanna taste that on you tonight."

Papa's help

Phantom: If we are in danger and we need help, who do we call?

Sodo: Papa.

Phantom: What if Papa can't help?

Sodo: If Papa can't help we're all doomed.

🏎️F1 Masterlist

Nothing yet...

The voices

Papa: You know that voice in your head that tells you what you're doing is wrong? *looks at Sodo*

Sodo: You mean the one that sounds like Aether?

Swiss: *playing his phone on the couch then suddenly looks up* It sounds like Rain to me but okay

I don't know what I wanted to post because I went out to the kitchen, I still remembered there, then I came back into my room and...

Men in Black feeling...

I have no idea what I wanted 😭😭

But here is a random pictures of them until I remember what I wanted 🤙

Bonus 😈