Anyhoo, piss? Mayhaps? Piss plz? Perchance? Please please please (risky for me not sending this on anon, dont judge me)

So sorry it's really hard to write one handed #JORKINGMYPEANITIS I'm glad you feel comfy sending off anon, I don't judge anyone friend xx some piss puppy Mountain perchance ?!

Mountain can't stop the pressure building low in his tummy. It's his own fault, really, should've went into the bathroom when Aether checked in at first but his brain was so fuzzy he couldn't resist kneeling at Aether's feet, his chin resting on the quint's knee as he read and occasionally scratched just behind his ears. It's only when the pressure builds to a dull throbbing that Mountain starts squirming, pitiful noises escaping him as he tries to clench his thighs together, anything to relieve the urge to piss. Aether only lazily raises an eyebrow, knocking Mountain's knee's apart with his shoe.

"Don't get all squirmy pup, sit pretty." Aether tsks at having to correct his puppy yet when he sees Mountain pawing at his crotch and whining it clicks in his head what's wrong with him. He doesn't even try to be empathetic, shifting to press the top of his shoes into Mountain's lower belly, watching the taller nearly cry at the increased pressure on his bladder.

Mountain whimpers, a high-pitched sound that’s swallowed by the thick air of the room. The pressure in his belly is a living thing now, a hot, heavy knot that twists and throbs with every shallow breath he takes. Aether’s shoe presses down, and it’s like a dam about to burst - a sharp, urgent ache that radiates from his lower abdomen down to his groin. His muscles clench and spasm, fighting the inevitable, but the sensation is relentless. It’s a dull, burning weight that makes his vision swim, each pulse of need a reminder of his own mistake. He can feel the liquid sloshing inside him, a cruel tide that threatens to spill with the slightest movement. His hands curl into fists on his thighs, digging nails into his skin to distract from the maddening pressure. A single tear escapes, trailing down his cheek as he tries to hold on, tries so hard to be good for Aether.

"Oh, look at you honey, already trembling... was that second cup of tea worth it? hm?" Aether coos, voice dripping with condescension. A low, amused chuckle rumbles from Aether's chest as he watches Mountain squirm. His foot doesn't relent, maintaining that perfect pressure. Aether leans forward to study Mountain better, his book forgotten on the side table as he gently brushes his knuckles along Mountain's cheek. "You're doing so well, puppy, trying so hard to hold on but I know how desperate you are already." Aether pauses, pressing his shoe a fraction more into Mountain's belly and watches him jerk at the pressure. "You know if you have an 'accident' you'll have to sit in it until I'm done reading?"

Mountain's brain is so fuzzy and the pressure is so much he can barely register Aether's words, barely able to try and squeeze his thighs together before Aether is forcing them apart again with a disappointed noise that goes straight to the pressure in Mountain's belly. Mountain lets out a shuddering sob, his whole body going limp as the pressure finally gives way. A dark stain spreads across the front of his boxers, and he whimpers brokenly, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, didn't mean too-" he gasps out between hiccups, not daring to look up at Aether. The warmth spreads, and he shivers, feeling utterly humiliated and exposed. Aether just sighs, stroking Mountain's hair while he soaks himself.

GHOSTIE-VERSE QUINT BOYS ARE DONE NO I DON'T HAVE FAVORITES WHAT ARE YOU SAYING SHUT UP

Anyways, I'm nearing the end of ghoul designs. After this will be the lovely multi-ghouls plus a couple extra non-band "canon" ghouls! Then I may end up doing refs for my original characters that will be featured in the AU as well.

No more yapping HERE COME THE BOYYYYS

Of course, first up we have our lovely OG quint, Omega! He hasn't changed much appearance-wise since my first drawing of him only now I just am able to get a better body build ref for him!

Next up is big sexy--I mean Aether!

Aether got a bit more changed up from his first design as well; I didn't like the stripe thing, but I do like the idea of him as some sort of... lion type vibe lol. Also forgot to put in his notes that he does have the same lovely Yorkshire accent that his IRL counterpart does, Mr. Chris Catalyst, cuz thats fun!

AND DUH. WE GOT MY BOY PHANTOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

he definitely changed from his first design too yall LOOK DOWN HERE AT THIS SHIT-

brown hair?? bruh, i must have been looking at ref pics of a younger Randy for this apparently cuz bro has black hair now lol the only main thing i knew i wanted for him was golden eyes and white starry fur, and thats been consistent at least...

So I went down a bit of a rabbit hole for putting the ghouls in different clothes other than their stage uniforms. It started out with these Phantom sketches and thought that I might as well do it for the others.

I decided to make it 3 things: their work clothes outside of the band, a casual outfit, and then lounge wear/whatever they find in the ministry's lost and found bin.

Links to the others:

Aurora, Cirrus, Cumulus

Dew playing dolls with Aether and Storm…….

I'm gonna be so real i didn't think this all the way through, it just popped into my head spontaneously, so this is really badly written but wtv (i just have to say, reading smut is so sexy, writing smut on the other hand...)

I call this dry-humping scissoring or scissoring over the lace panties, whichever you like best.

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I think Dew gets a kick out of domming two of the biggest ghouls in the ministry.

Dew manspreading himself over the couch, lording over Storm and Aether, who kneels at his boot-clad feet. Storm, poor ghoul that he is, sits all blushy and squirming to hide his visibly hard tdick. Meanwhile Aether is sat obediently, hands on his knees, waiting for instructions.

Dew making Aether kiss Storm, sloppy and wet, sucking his tongue until Storm is about to come untouched. Only then does he command them to grind on each other. Storm ends up on top, Aether's leg over his shoulder, moaning wantonly when the lace fabric rubs harshly on his clit.