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I feel like a Victorian child seeing a woman’s ankle for the first time.

I am physically sweating. This angle of him.

I feel like a rabid dog rn

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

Nightrider Lily.

This took a while but here's part 2 of my ghoul designs, this time with Phantom and Aether

Part 1 can be found here

Headcanons under the cut:

Quintessence ghouls:

They often have two-toned hair and can be different shades of blue, violet, and gray

There is a slight glow that can be seen from their eyes and mouth, their eye color is the same as their tongue color

They can easily blend in around gargoyle statues as some of the statues in the ministry are inspired/modeled after previously summoned quintessence ghouls

The most "human-passing" among the other ghouls

Phantom:

There was an accident during his and Aurora's summoning ritual due to a build-up of quintessence magic, this caused the right side of his face to become deformed

Because of this, his face is partially frozen so he exaggerates his facial expressions to show his emotions

He makes use of quintessence magic to sense things on his blind side meaning he will know if someone sneaks up on him but lets them surprise him anyway to play along

Aether:

He's not the tallest in the pack but the buffest, he often has tasks in moving equipment and other things

He flicks his ears unconsciously when he's annoyed though it does help him hear things better

At one point, he was very self-conscious about his tooth gap but the others reassured him that he looked fine (Don't ask Dewdrop if he thinks Aether's smile is cute, he is in denial)

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

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?

You have been booped by this empty wrapping paper tube.

Reblog to boop all of your followers with it.

Bambi.

Rains legs.

That’s all I have to say.

yes.

What if Rain trips over himself and falls on stage because he just cannot see shit. Like, fish boy is damn near blind without some thick-ass glasses. He, of course, refuses to wear them because they don't fit ~his vibe~ and he would rather look hot than be able to see.

DAMN.

Kinktober - Day 19 - Hate Sex

1.4k of sort of angsty Born Under A Troubled Sign - style Mountain/Dew hate fucking. Including rough sex, improper prep, some angst, knotting, overstimulation. Could be read as dubious consent but everyone is fully aware and on board with what they're doing despite the pheromones and emotions at play.

No need to read Born Under a Troubled Sign to know what's happening. But if you haven't and you like angst you should check it out.

Dew thought this would never happen again. That Mountain would never look at him like this. That he’d never feel the calloused drag of Mountain’s hands over his ribs. That he would never feel small like this again. 

Mountain’s fingers dig in and Dew knows he should pull away. Mountain’s eyes are clouded. He’s not himself. Deep in his rut, mind fuzzy. Body driven by instinct rather than heart and Dew knows deep in his bones that if Mountain was thinking clearly he wouldn’t do this. 

And so, Dew should stop him. Should grab Mountain by the wrists before his hands slide any higher. Before rough thumbs pass over his nipples, hook into the rings there, pull until Dew gasps. 

Dew should stop him but he doesn’t. He’s hard. Mountain’s knee is pressed tight between his legs, and Dew’s rolling his hips up against Mountain’s thigh with very little thought. He hasn’t been pinned beneath this big body in months. Hasn’t smelled him like this, looked at him like this. And Dew doesn’t want to stop. 

Not when Mountain is gazing down at him with lust blown eyes. An expression Dew thought he lost to his own bad choices. His chest constricts, heart hurting in his chest, but he can’t stop. Won’t. He wants it, needs it. 

“Mount,” he whispers. Hoping that Mountain can break free of this spell himself. That Dew doesn’t have to be the one to stop it because he doesn’t trust himself. If he talks to Mountain enough. Reminds him who is pinned beneath him, maybe he’ll back off on his own. It’ll probably break Dew’s heart but that’s nothing new. 

“Mountain,” he tries again. Reaching up to cup Mountain’s face between his hands, to force the bigger ghoul to look at him–really look at him. Mountain snarls at him, teeth bared. He shakes out of Dew’s grip. 

And Dew feels the gravity of what is really happening set in. Mountain knows. Of course he does. Even fucked up on pheromones he can’t forget. He knows and he’s still thumbing over one of Dew’s nipples. Still pressing his thigh tight to Dew’s aching cock. 

Dew doesn’t know if the tightening in his chest is joy or dread. He presses a palm to the back of Mountain’s neck, holds on. Fingers stroking into the soft baby hairs there. Familiar. Like he’s finally come home. 

“It’s just this once,” Mountain grits out. Fumbling with his zipper. Reaching for Dew’s so he can pull them off of Dew’s skinny hips. It’s all moving so fast. Dew can’t quite catch up. Mind hazy from the scent of Mountain’s rut. From the way it feels to be under him again–he can’t hope to get himself on level ground. 

“Just let me,” Mountain continues. “Just once. I need it–I need–”

Dew nods. Hauling himself up to nose at Mountain’s neck. To fill himself on the scent of evergreen and juniper. He presses open mouthed kisses over Mountain’s skin, salty with sweat. 

“Just this once, Mount.” 

Dew wonders if Mountain knows it’s a lie. If they’re both just lying to themselves and each other about what this is going to do to them. It won’t make it better. He thinks they’ll probably do this again. Denial coursing through both of their bodies as they ruin each other. 

Mountain flips Dew over. Dew has no say in it. One moment he’s on his back and the next his face is in his own pillow. Mountain holds him down with a palm between his shoulderblades. He doesn’t have to. But Dew isn’t going to tell him that–he likes how it feels too much. To be held down. For Mountain to be a little rough with him, demanding. His stomach clenches, dick kicking between his legs, drooling precum onto the sheets. 

Mountain makes a gut punched sound as he spreads Dew open and finds him dripping with slick. Dew mirrors it when Mountain runs his finger through it. Smearing it over Dew’s already twitching hole. Pressing in with one finger just a little. Dew keens into the pillow. “Still so wet.” 

Dew doesn’t know how Mountain can talk like this. Fucked up as he is on his rut. Dew can’t form words. Not when Mountain is working him open. Pressing two fingers in to the third knuckle and scissoring them apart. 

“So warm,” Mountain says, reverence coloring his tone and Dew flushes, hiding his face in his pillow as he whimpers. He feels like he’s the one in heat. Rocking back against Mountain’s fingers, desperate for something else that sounds like a compliment. “Bet you’re still just as tight too.” 

Dew hiccups. Rolling his hips back as Mountain pets his fingers over Dew’s prostate. “Satanas, fuck Mountain just fuck me already. End this.” 

Before everything Mountain would have chided him for that. Even in a rut he always was level-headed enough to be gentle. But Dew doesn’t get that luxury this time. Mountain laughs at him, low and cruel and then his fingers are gone. Replaced by the blunt head of his cock. Pushing in. It’s a stretch, even with Dew’s copious slick. The burn isn’t unpleasant. It doesn’t hurt so much as it does overwhelm. Dew digs his teeth into his pillow. Ripping holes in the fabric. He’ll have to get a new one. He doesn’t care. 

Mountain’s fingers dig into his hips. He’ll have bruises. He’s glad for it. Knows he’ll replay this, dig his own fingers into those marks and cum about it later. Mountain doesn’t so much thrust as he does use Dew to fuck himself. Pushing and pulling the little ghoul. Dragging him up and down the bed as he pulls him onto his cock. Grunting and swearing as Dew bears down on him and wails each time Mountain bumps against his prostate. 

“Mount–touch me.” Dew’s lost to it, realizes it as the words tumble out of his mouth. He’s somewhere else–another time. Each rough thrust driving sense further and further away from him. 

“Touch yourself,” Mountain growls. Giving up on using Dew as a toy and snapping his hips forward. Driving Dew up the bed until his horns gouge into the headboard.

Dew hiccups on a sob and shoves his hand down between them. Getting a fist around his cock. Hot and twitching in his hand. Pre dribbling over his fingers. Each of Mountain’s thrusts fucks his dick into his own fist. He twists his hand up by the head the way Mountain always did for him. 

For a minute, Dew’s not sure he’ll cum at all, no matter how hard he is. Each of Mountain’s thrusts seeks to overwhelm, to claim. It’s too much. Dew can’t muddle through the sensations to find the right ones. But then his orgasm is roaring up on him. Unexpected. Dragging through his veins like electricity until he’s wailing with it. Shooting boiling hot over his own knuckles. Clenching down hard on Mountain, more slick drooling out of his hole as Mountain fucks him with abandon.  The edge of his knot bumping against Dew’s rim, pushing in a little further each time. Dew sags. Tears biting at the corner of his eyes. Body gone boneless as Mountain rails him. Cock twitching valiantly between his legs as Mountain abuses his prostate. It really is too much now, and Dew is about to say as much when Mountain shoves his knot in. Dew sobs with it–the sound drown out by Mountain’s growl as he cums. Holding Dew tight to him. Cock twitching and spitting deep inside of Dew’s body. 

Time suspends, stretches, as they both pant. Dew’s throat burns. Body sore and satisfied but mind racing. Fingers clenched tight in his sheets. Afraid to move, afraid to look at Mountain and see hatred on his face even after all of this. 

Mountain sits back on his haunches and pulls Dew with him. Almost sitting him on his lap except for how Dew stays hunched over. 

Mountain reaches down, he strokes some of Dew’s hair out of his face so he can see him. Tucking golden locks behind his ear with gentleness that makes Dew’s chest ache. 

“Sorry,” Mountain whispers. “I should have been–”

Dew shakes his head. “Don’t.”  Mountain goes quiet. He lets Dew slump back to the bed. He pets Dew’s spine with slow soothing strokes that make the burning in Dew’s throat worse. He’s exhausted, fucked out, hazy. He wants to reach up and pull Mountain down with him. Wants to spoon while they wait for Moutnain’s knot to go down. He doesn’t. That feels more intimate than this. It’s a thing for people who actually like each other.

Tears well in Dew’s eyes. He bites back a sob and promises himself he won’t cry until Mountain’s gone.

A very good “bonding exercise” indeed.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mountain/Aeon/Aether

Tags: Blowjobs, Anal Sex, Brief Voyeurism, Mind Magic

Summary: Mountain probably should have looked at his phone sooner.

Author's Note: This barely counts as today's Kinktober entry but there's still three hours left of Mountain Monday in my time zone, so. That's got to count for something. Not sure what though.

YES.

YES, YES, YES!

New hc just dropped: Kevin summons all the ghouls

“Unravel.” - Aether/Dew/Rain

Kinktober day 4/5: rimming and sweat

Again- AHHH! Late! I combined ‘em to make it a bit easier. COMPLETE SHOCK FOR @finch-does-stuff BTW 🤞

Dew loved it when it was like this.

Leaned against Aether’s front with Rain between his legs, licking him out like a starved man. His blood ran like magma, thick and hot. The contrast of Rain’s cold, wet tongue, drove him crazy. Aether wasn’t any help, either; Kissing, licking, and grabbing at the fire ghoul’s soft flesh. He makes sure to praise Rain for his tongue, praises him so he knows how good he did. The two made his brain melt out of his ears, completely overwhelming him.

Rain loved it when it was like this.

His tongue buried in Dew, pressing into the deepest parts of him. He could get off just by the sounds he and the quint were constantly pulling from the ghoul. His claws digging into Dew’s crème colored thighs, promising barely noticeable scars and deep bruises. This place is one of the only places he can be reminded of the past water ghoul, as wet as can be no matter how hot he ran. The sweet satisfaction of Dew’s thighs trapping his head as he came, shaking and twitching as he slowly pulls away. He wipes the mixture of slick and drool from his chin, drinking down the praise falling from both Dew and Aether’s lips.

Aether loved it when it was like this.

He loved the sweet smell of cinnamon and caramel that surrounded the ghoul, he loved how drunk he would get off of it. He loves being able to watch and feel Dew shake under his hands as he gets dangerously close to the edge. He loved tasting the sugary, sweet sweat that drips down onto Dew’s neck. He licks it up greedily, adoring the way the spice of him burns his throat. The was Rain groans when Dew locks his head in place as he cums, coating his chest, sends him into a frenzy of praise to the two of them.

They all loved it when it was like this, and they all loved each other. Sickeningly so.

“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.”

“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.

“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.”

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

(move Sodo, it’s my turn)

I’m SORRY but like… WHAT?!?

Thank you for the food 🙏

I found this Swiss picture completely by accident and I thought y'all deserve to see it too because c'mon look at him.

Credit : Ryan Chang

UUGHRJFJ IM SO NORMAL I SWEAR-

(any position.)

Swiss is literally huge omg I promise I’m normal about him

A lot of people, including myself, love traumatizing the boy. Scars, tears, blood, and eventually some comfort. I do know tho that a lot of us head cannon the large scar over one side of his face because of his name- “Phantom” as in “Phantom of the Opera”

And the white streak because why not, it looks sick.

is there a reason so many people give phantom white streaks in his hair and scars? is it just a popular headcanon? I WANNA BE IN THE KNOW

FUCKING HELLLL MAC. THIS IS ART.

ohhhh, mac, HELLO... wdyt about the prompt “we’ve been at it like rabbits and you’re still horny” with my swissalps boys? hehehe

OKAY HYP WDYT ABOUT SOME BIG GHOUL BOYS IN HEAT?

Based off of an idea I got from this post by @spoiledleaff

Cw: slight shaming, name calling, breeding kink

Bunny

Swiss is starting to lose track of time.

When Mountain had come to him in his room whining, sweating, and palming at the bulge in his pants like it was his lifeline, Swiss had been happy to oblige.

"Please...it hurts...need you."

Now, he's got the earth ghoul folded up underneath him, pounding into his ass, reveling in the desperate moans and whines coming from Moutain as he furiously fucks up into his own fist.

"So good, Spark...you feel so good...please, need to have it," Mountain gasps as Swiss' cock drags along his walls, filling him, owning him.

"I'm trying, Mount, I've got you. Gonna give you everything you need." Swiss grunts.

He changes angle and nails Mountain's prostate, causing him to wail with need and desire as his hands come up to claw at Swiss' back.

Swiss leans down and presses their foreheads to each other, their labored breaths and moans mixing together to create a steamy haze of pheromones, want, and sex in the air around them. Dark chocolate mixing with sage and pine. He gathers Mountain's hands off of his back and pins them up above the earth ghoul's head, wrapping his tail around them to keep them in one place as he pistons in and out of the tight, wet hole gripping his cock like a vice.

He leans down and licks along Mountain's ear, causing the larger ghoul to shudder and whine as he grips even tighter around Swiss's cock. Swiss groans loudly at the increased pressure and wave of slick that coats his cock. The wet, squelching sounds coming from where their bodies meet are just filthy, obscene.

"Is this what you need, Bunny? Being such a good boy for me, taking my cock as I just fuck into you over and over again."

Mountain keens, tears gathering at his eyes as he grinds his hips up to bring Swiss in closer, wanting it deeper, wanting to be a part of the Multi ghoul as he blows Mountain's mind into outer space with how full he feels.

"We've been here since yesterday, baby. We've been at it like rabbits and you're still horny. Such a little cock slut for me, aren't you?"

"You've exhausted everybody else with your insatiable neediness. How much dick are you gonna take before you've finally had enough? Such a whore."

Mountain whines and throws his head back as he struggles against Swiss' tail, wanting so badly to touch, to pull Swiss against him and bury himself in the intoxicating scent of dark chocolate and sandlewood.

"Wanted you... needed you... m'your whore... plea--ahh!!"

"My whore? Mmm, I like the sound of that." Swiss murmurs in Mountain's ear.

He brings his head down to Mountain's shoulder, scenting the earth ghoul and biting lightly at the skin, causing Mountain to jolt and his walls to tighten again and flutter around Swiss' cock. Swiss moans into Mountain's shoulder, his hips picking up speed as he feels his knot begin to swell.

"What does my whore need, hmm? Tell me what you need, Bunny."

"Nnnneed you..ahh...need you to tie me. Knot me please...please, fill me up," Mountain gasps as he feels the knot bumping up against his rim.

The burning in his stomach is building, pulling him down into that place he needs Swiss to put him in. He wants it so badly. He needs Swiss to quench the burning in his veins that's consuming his entire being.

Swiss can see the muscles in his stomach ripple as Mountain rolls his hips up to try to bring the knot closer. His cock is hard, angry, twitching and leaking copious amounts of precum all over Mountain's stomach.

"Roll over baby, let me get you tied nice and tight, all full of me," Swiss pants as he slows and pulls out of Mountain's ass.

Mountain whimpers at the sudden emptiness, rolling over onto his knees and elbows, immediately trying to seek out Swiss' cock. Swiss grips his claws onto Mountain's hips and pulls the earth ghoul onto his cock, slamming up to the hilt in one go and setting a furious pace.

Mountain cries out as he's jolted forward on the bed. He grips the blanket in between his teeth to muffle the groans and wails being wrung out of him by the Multi ghoul pounding into his body, staking ownership.

"Uh uh, Bunny. If you're gonna be such a cock-hungry whore then I deserve to hear all the noises I fuck out of you." Swiss wraps his tail around one of Mountain's antlers, pulling his head back off the bed.

Mountain keens, eyes rolling back in his head and heart pounding out of his chest as he feels Swiss' knot start pushing past his rim.

"Swiss please please, need it. Need you, need your knot.."

"No, Bunny. Tell me what you really need. Ask correctly," Swiss pants out.

He can feel his balls begin to draw up, his knot right about to push into Mountain's tight ass. He's holding back his urge to cum, but he needs to hear Mountain say it.

Mountain whines and strains against the tail wrapped around his antlers. He pushes his hips back to try and catch, but Swiss holds firm, claws drawing pinpricks of blood as he grips bruises into the earth giant's hips. Mountain tries to reach a hand down to wrap around his throbbing, leaking cock. Swiss slaps his hand away and pulls Mountain back onto his knees against Swiss' chest. He wraps a hand around Mountain's throat and squeezes lightly.

"Ask. Correctly." Swiss hisses in Mountain's ear as he thrusts up and grinds his knot against Mountain's ass.

Mountain lets out a choked sob and cries out against the hand wrapped around his throat, "Breed me, please! Fuck me full of your kits and knot me so I catch. Make me yours so everyone knows that I'm your bunny slut,"

Swiss growls and pushes Mountain back down to the bed, smushing his face into the covers. He grabs Mountain's hips and hauls his ass up in the air before yanking him back and shoving his knot into his needy hole.

"Fuckkkk, take my knot! Gonna pump you so full of my kits, everyone is gonna know who you belong to. Fuck you feel so tight on my knot..Ahhh!!"

Swiss grinds his knot into Mountain's prostate, leaning over to sink his fangs into his neck, moaning as he comes deep into his whore's body. The pack is gonna smell him on Mountain for days.

Mountain sobs out an obscene moan as he arches rigidly and cums over the sheets, so forcefully that spurts end up all the way up to his chest, coating his nipples and dripping onto the bed below him.

Swiss collapses onto Mountain's back, whining softly as he feels his cock kick weakly deep in Mountain's body, the last vestiges of his orgasm. He reaches around and softly places his hand on the swell in Mountain's belly, the earth ghoul whimpering and shaking below him.

" Such a good girl for me."

FUCK. HYPNONE I LOVE YOU.

Why Have You Waited So Long? - You have come far, chapter 2

Come by, chapter 1

WC: 2380

Tags: Suicidal Thoughts, Near Death Experience, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: He wasn’t an attention whore, he really wasn’t, he was just- he was just so broken. It hurt so much. “It’ll get better, after the tour,” Phantom was telling himself, “they’ll warm up to me, it’ll get better. They’ll notice.”

Notes: due to a popular demand I present part two including some comfort. just a bit though because I do love angst, OKAY???

Read chapter 2 under the cut or on AO3.

Phantom was getting worse.

The solitude had made him sick, he knew it would happen. It wasn’t in ghoul’s nature to be alone, his system was protesting, begging Phantom to get help.

It wasn’t only his quintessence sounding alarms, trying to hold his small body from breaking with all its might. He saw himself rotting, he was getting paler and paler every day, skinnier too, his eyes were dull, barely any colour left in them, the tips of his horns were cracking and breaking off, crumbling into dust. Every day he woke up with more of it on his pillows.

He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror, so he broke it, pieces of shattering glass assaulting his fist only adding to the sick satisfaction.

He had been barely leaving his room the whole break between European and American tours, only when absolutely needed. To get some food, once every two weeks or so. To sulk through additional rehearsals, pretending he was alive and well.

He wasn’t neither alive nor well.

Phantom felt bad about getting sick, at the beginning, thinking about how his sickness could ruin the rest of the tour. But then he thought Aether could get back, it would be an emergency. Did any of the people that would be met with problems after Phantom’s death deserve him feeling bad about it?

He wanted to say no, but he could never really hate anyone, so he told himself yes. Yes, he was awful for getting sick and yes, he’d be awful for dying, only causing problems.

But Phantom did survive the break. Somehow.

That was even worse than if he wouldn't, now he had to go and act like he was fine not only in front of himself or a few ghouls and Papa, no, now he had to fool thousands.

He didn’t think he’d manage.

He‘d been quiet during their journey, on the bus, in the hotel. He was too tired to speak and no one would listen to him anyway.

The day before the first show Phantom slept as much as possible, forcing his own quintessence to all but knock himself unconscious. He stumbled through preparations for the Ritual, through the soundcheck.

He squeezed out some quintessence that was not concentrated on keeping him alive to give himself somewhat of an energy boost, just before they stepped on stage. He never had any issues with handling the Fantomen, but that night it weighed him down impossibly more.

He just needed to get through the show, he could do that. He’d certainly try.

The lights were so bright. Too bright, even with the darkened lenses of their helmets.

It was too loud, the crowd, the music. 

Phantom’s clothes, even being looser than originally because of how much weight he had lost, were somehow too tight, too constricting.

He couldn’t breathe, he felt impossible weight crushing his chest. 

It hurt so much.

His head was pounding, vision blurry, the sound of blood pumping in his ears nauseating.

Phantom was sure that was it.

He felt awful for it. He couldn’t possibly be such an attention whore to drop dead in the middle of a performance, could he? He had to hold on, he didn’t want to ruin anyone’s night.

The show seemed to last forever, he thought it’d never end. That it’d be his punishment for being such a failure - being stuck in an endless loop of misery and agonising pain.

But it did end, finally.

Phantom doesn’t really remember chucking a bunch of picks at the audience, getting gifts from the fans, the bows. It was easier to zone out, not remember.

Because he’d have to remember the burning of a hand gripping his own, too.

He remembers getting off stage, tumbling down a few small steps and the thud his helmet made as it collided with the floor.

He made it through that one show… but no more.

***

“Lus, I- I can’t b- believe, how did we-” Phantom heard someone sobbing. Aurora, he thought, but he couldn’t make a sense out of her choked out words.

Wait.

Where was he?

“I know, sweetheart,” it had to be Cumulus now. Her voice also sounded… wet. “We failed, all of us, but don’t take it out on yourself.”

Phantom was… he was warm? Why was he warm, it was always so cold, what-

“Shhh, don’t freak out,” someone whispered, right into his ear. He panicked, suddenly too warm, too hot, melting. His only instinct was to run away, clawing at what tried to hold him in place. Or who.

Phantom scrambled away and bumped into something that was probably a corner of... wherever he was. He curled into a tight ball, tail wrapped around his body protectively and hissed. He didn’t want to look up, look around. He didn’t want to know where he was, who he was with. 

He just wanted to be gone. He didn’t want to hurt anymore.

“Phantom, hey, hey. It’s okay, you’re safe,” was it Swiss? It sounded like Swiss. 

Why was saying that, why was he lying?

Phantom lifted his head, just a bit, just enough to peek from behind his arms. It was Swiss. 

“Do you want me to get someone else? One of the girls? Rain?” he felt himself shaking his head. It looked like they were in the back lounge of their tour bus, it was turned into a big nest. The multi ghoul was crouching by one end of it, Phantom curled in the corner furthest away from him.

That warmth… was he-  was Swiss touching him?

“Breathe, bug, deep breaths,” he said and Phantom was so tired, so weak, he couldn’t not obey. He tried to breathe, sharp inhales followed by shaky exhales, over and over again.

Swiss was watching him like a hawk, barely even blinking. Phantom tried to curl into himself more, to hide from that intense stare, the attention he was not used to.

It seemed like ages had passed before the quintessence ghoul could be considered even relatively calm. Swiss didn’t move, only offered soothing words from time to time.

Phantom wanted to hate him, hate them all, but he was so exhausted and so lonely, he clinged to every single sound that escaped Swiss’ mouth like a lifeline. He was finally getting something, he finally got noticed. He had to treasure what he was getting now, it’d be over too quickly.

“There you go,” Swiss sighed, all sad. Why was he so sad? Did Phantom ruin the show after all? “Are you back with me?”

Phantom nodded. Was he, really?

“Okay, good. Can I come closer?” He thought about it for a moment? Did he want Swiss to get closer? To touch him? He thought he wanted nothing more in the world but what if it… what if it hurt? “I’ll be gentle, I promise, bug. I need you to trust me.”

Phantom nodded.

Swiss smiled softly, even though his eyes were betraying his sadness. He slowly crawled over to the quintessence ghoul, one hand carefully reaching out. It hovered over Phantom’s knee, Swiss searching for any signs of hesitation on the other’s side. He let it gently fall when he found none.

Phantom flinched, there was no way to prevent that, but soon sobbed in something like… relief.

“Good?” Swiss asked and received a nod in return. “More? Would you like a hug?”

“P- please,” he choked out, his throat tight, eyes burning with tears.

The multi ghoul slowly but surely wrapped his strong arms around Phantom’s shaking form, covering him whole with his body. He immediately went limp, wails tearing out of his throat as Swiss held him. “That’s it, let it out. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, bug. I’ve got you now, I won’t leave.”

Phantom could barely breathe, he was choking on tears, body convulsing in Swiss’ grip as he clinged to the multi ghoul like he’d turn to dust and disappear and Phantom would never be held again.

“Everything will be okay, I won’t leave you. I won’t let it get bad again, I’ve got you,” Swiss whispered, rocking them back and forth, doing his best to release some of his own quintessence into the room, even if now crying himself. 

How could he, all of them, be so blind, ignorant, awful? How did they miss all the signs, how did they let it get so bad? Why didn’t they take care of him from the beginning? What the fuck was wrong with them?

“N- no, you- you can’t give me h- hope, I can’t hope anymore,” Phantom cried and despite his words clutched Swiss tighter.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so fucking sorry, I-” Swiss sniffled, “there’s nothing I can do to fix it but-”

“Y- you can’t just- just decide to fix it n- now," the quintessence ghoul’s wails only increased in volume. How did they miss how broken he was? “It doesn’t work like that.”

“I know, fuck, I’m so sorry, lemme- please let me try to make it up to you, let me try to make it better, please, Phantom, I’m begging you, let me try.”

“You j- just feel bad I nearly flipped, it- it’s not real,” his words felt like a punch in the guts but Swiss knew how justified it was. He failed so fucking bad.

“No, it’s not- I mean, of course I feel fucking bad, you have no idea how bad. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to feel loved, it’s not- fuck, I don’t know what to say,” Swiss’ voice cracked. He thought that if Phantom really did die, he’d go right after him. How did they fail so badly?

“Just… just try, but I-” Phantom was hyperventilating, there was no breath left in his lungs. He hoped it wouldn’t get wasted by the things he wanted to say. “‘M not gonna survive another one, I’m fuckin’ stupid but I- it needs to be real, Swiss. I can’t take any more.”

“Baby… oh, sweetheart,” the multi ghoul sobbed, “I promise you, I’ve got you, ‘m not gonna let anything happen to you, you won’t be alone ever again, fuck, I’m so, so, sorry.”

Phantom didn’t have any more words, neither did Swiss. He could apologise over and over again but it made no sense. He cradled the quintessence ghoul in his arms, tears and snot soaking into each other’s clothes, held him for what seemed like hours. It probably was.

Swiss didn’t know when Phantom blacked out, he thought he did too. He remembers Rain staring down at them from the bus’ corridor with tears flowing down his own cheeks. The multi ghoul nodded at them with a pleading look, silently asking him to join. 

Rain got down on his knees and crawled over to Phantom and Swiss, helping the latter to rearrange them to somewhat of a more comfortable position. They then glued themself to Phantom’s back, squeezing the ghoul between him and Swiss.

Some time later they heard socked feet shuffling in their direction. Dewdrop.

Even before he fully laid down behind Rain, Mountain appeared in the doorway, and it didn’t take much for the three ghoulettes to make their way over to the nest too.

They should all fall onto their knees before Phantom and beg him for forgiveness, but he didn’t want that. He may be stupid for still allowing himself that tiny droplet of hope but all he wanted now was love. He wanted, needed, to be loved.

He truly wouldn’t survive more heartbreak.

***

Fans seemed to enjoy Phantom getting more lively, more confident on stage, finally allowing himself some more… intimate interactions with his bandmates. Finally being allowed touch.

But he couldn’t not feel like all the attention he was now getting was just a way for the ghouls to not feel bad about nearly letting him die. He was fine if he didn’t think about it, but at the end of the day he was just a stray animal that had stumbled into their home and they took him in out of pity, to not feel like they were awful people, to not feel guilty.

It would surely end when they got back to the Abbey, he had to soak all the comfort on the road if he wanted to have any chances at living on.

Phantom couldn’t believe it was real when they did return and he was still being seen. He was being invited for cuddles, for movie nights, game nights.

Never left behind, anymore. Never being forgotten.

Touch didn’t burn anymore, it warmed him both outside and inside in the best possible way.

He was… happier. Way happier, even though he felt like a fraud, like a mismatched puzzle piece forcefully shoved among the others. He caught himself thinking about it all ending, a lot. It was a reasonable fear with how it used to be.

Months later, years, when he’d be alone, he’d be vulnerable to the words the vile voice in the back of his head would throw at him. And he would believe them. 

He’d remember his first year on earth and realise his pack had never actually cared for him, they were still pretending, still feeling guilty about his past loneliness, the sickness they missed until it was nearly too late.

But now every time Phantom cries someone hears him. 

They don’t let him feel alone, don’t let him be cold.

“What’s on your mind, bug?” Swiss stopped his racing train of thoughts. Phantom burrowed further into his side. Rain, glued to his back, mumbled something incoherent into his neck.

“Nothing,” the quintessence ghoul sighed.

“You sure? Everything okay?” It was no wonder Swiss worried, they all did now. They were all afraid of doing something wrong, of breaking Phantom again.

“Would you mind shutting up? Tryin’ to sleep here,” Dew snarled with no real venom from Swiss’ other side.

“Let them be,” Mountain scolded him, tightening his hold on the fire ghoul.

“I’m sure,” Phantom whispered into Swiss’ chest and let his eyes slip shut again.

His pack would never forgive themselves for neglecting him like they did, they’d keep doing everything in their power to make him feel loved, cared for, cared about.

And maybe in some time Phantom would stop doubting it was real.

I have many inappropriate things to say, I could write a damn essay if I wanted to.

that angst hurt... ANYWAY, look how huge this fucker is

2AM Thoughts on the Current Ghouls

Hear me out..

Mountain sits behind his drums the entire ritual, majority by himself, and everyone thinks that he wants to escape them. That he would want to walk around and entertain their thousands of fans just like Dew, Rain, and Phantom, but I think it’s the opposite. He enjoys the fact that he’s behind there by himself. This gives him a slight break from all of the chaos, it allows him to take out his frustrations and/or other emotions without causing harm to himself or others. He gets to observe everything as well, which he loves. The fans may go crazy over everyone else during the ritual, but they go insane for him at the end. People reaching out for his drumsticks gives him the only boost of confidence he needs.

The girls actually don’t mind their positions. Yeah, they do want to explore sometimes, but they’re content on where they are. Cumulus isn’t the biggest human fan, meanwhile Cirrus and Aurora are fascinated by them. Cirrus loves teasing and making the humans laugh during her Mummy Dust solo, and Aurora is in her own little world for the majority of the ritual. She has her fun at the end though, don’t worry.

Dew may act all big and tough, and oh so scary on stage, when in reality he’s the biggest cuddle bug you could ever come across. Yes, he loves watching his fans drool over him, but it can be a little much sometimes. As soon as they walk off stage, he’s glued to the person closest to him. He needs to recharge after working so hard to keep up his persona, and everyone is happy to oblige.

Shy little Rain is actually the slyest ghoul you’ll ever meet. His sweet and timid personality on stage is NOTHING compared to what he’s like offstage. He’s constantly found whispering teases into pointed ears. He’s also known to be somewhat petty, but I shall not discuss on that.

Phantom switches from confident and curious ghoul, to a timid demon-shaped puppy who just wants attention. Rituals wear him out quickly, he just wants to curl up into someone’s lap and get all the lovin’ he can take, but he’s just too shy to ask. Thankfully, Swiss completely understands and takes him into his bunk for a nice, long nap full of chin scratches and soft kisses to face. As soon as Swiss has his hands on him, he’s a purring puddle of ghoul.

Saved the best for last obv, Swiss. The horny, energetic, and feral ghoul of the bunch. While there are times he can be all of those things offstage, he’s normally the opposite. On a normal day, he’s laid back and down for anything. He’s one of the ghouls everyone goes to if they need a break from chaos. He doesn’t mind sitting in silence, cuddling, watching movies, reading- He’s there for them with whatever they need. I mean, he’s a multi ghoul, he’s good at everything.

That’s all my brain wants to say :)

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 CANNOT BREATHE.

Tonight You’re Mine

From the kissy prompts: almost kisses interrupted by a third party (don’t forget to send me any ideas - happy to give it a try!)

On AO3 or below:

~~~

Cirrus had the new ghoul cornered, hemmed in by Cumulus and herself, blocking his exit from the too-small dressing room he’d found himself in accidentally after the show, mistaking the door for the ghoul’s room, he’s inadvertently walked into a lion(ess)‘s den.

“Oh, look what we have here, Cir.” Cumulus laughs, bubbly but dripping with sarcastic edge.

“I see that…. It seems there’s a cock in the henhouse!” She flashes her fangs at Phantom as he blushes seven shades of lavender, hands up protectively, apologetic.

“M’sorry… couldn’t see… with… helmet. All the doors look the same.” He mutters, tripping over his words.

“I don’t know, Cumulus, I think he just wanted to catch us changing..” Cirrus coos.

“Awh, is that what you wanted, baby? You wanted to see what we got going on in here? We can help with that, of course… why don’t you come over here and I’ll show you something…” Cumulus purrs.

Phantom’s hair stands on end as his skin tingles, his brain warning him of the danger he is in. A fly in the spider’s web. The girls reeling him in as he tries to make his escape, finding himself caught in their grasp.

Before he can think, the girls have him pinned on the couch, mask off, Cumulus sitting on his lap, holding his vest by the arm holes and pulling him to her chest, pushing his face into her cleavage, shimmying to really bury him in between her breasts…

Cirrus laughs as Phantom emerges breathless and nearly purple at the points of his ears, sitting behind him holding him as he squirms, clearly embarrassed and unsure of the next move from the girls. His black hair mussed and his eyes wide, pupils blown.

Cirrus cards her claws through his wavy hair and pulls his head back leaning forward to run her fangs along his neck, up to his mouth, ready to press a hard kiss to his soft lips as he whines.

Just as she leans in, the dressing room door slams open and Swiss sticks his head in, a hand covering his eyes, but openly peeking between his fingers, “Heyyy ladies - have you seen our newbie?? I lost him somewhere…”

A pillow from the filthy couch comes sailing at Swiss as a muffled yelp echoes around the small room.

Phantom emerges from the ghoul pile on the sofa, looking extremely ruffled, shirt undone and hair sticking up everywhere.

“Ah, you found him! Great! Do you mind if I borrow him back?” Swiss teases, stepping into the room to escort Phantom out, looking him up and down, admiring the red lipstick on his throat from Cirrus.

“Ah, spoiled all our fun, Swissy.. come see us later - we’ll let you finish what he started..” Cirrus teases, snapping her teeth at Swiss.

“Wouldn’t miss it, ladies - it’s always a good time.” He says as he shuts the door.

Once back in the hall, Swiss grabs Phantom by the vest and pushes him up against the wall, nosing into his neck, scenting him… Warm golden eyes meeting lavender, Swiss leans in, whispering in Phantom’s ear…

“Couldn’t let them kiss you before I do…. Tonight, you’re mine.”

I keep forgetting how much of a fucking UNIT Swiss is. I’m only like 2 inches taller than Aurora so I’m perfect tit height I’d be fucked :D (I would not mind)

i just think that-

do you wanna know how I'm doing with the knowledge I'm dews size...? NOT FUCKING OKAY

You have me CACKLING. Funniest shit ever 🙏

Imagine; Dew and Rain sitting by the lake (sunglasses on cause it looks cool) on a hot day as Aeon walks by and the two of them just lusting after new bug and telling each other what depraved things they would like to do to him (getting really horny of course). Poor little innocent Aeon waves to them, not knowing anything at all 😭😏

All of these Phantom asks in my inbox are assembling themselves into a delightful little series!!

Spiritual successor to "Phantom chokes himself while jerking off to Raindrop" and "Raindrop makes a mess on the couch while talking nasty about Phantom"

1.5k words of Rain and Dew objectifying an oblivious Phantom on the beach.

“I bet he likes to be choked,” Rain murmurs, shifting to conceal his also thickening cock.

“You know he does, just look at him. That’s the face of a guy who just wants to black out a little when he comes.”

It’s a sizzling hot summer day and the ghouls are all trying to keep cool by the lake, the whole pack spread out on the shores and basking in the shallows as the afternoon sun beats down on their shimmering skin. Dew and Rain are sitting in beach chairs, letting the heat of the day dry them off after a morning of swimming—both wearing large, dark sunglasses as they watch the rest of the ghouls frolic around.

Dew extracts a pack of cigarettes from the cup holder of his chair and slides one out, bringing it to his lips and lighting it with a flash of his fire element. Rain watches him intently as he smokes, his eyes following the plume of smoke that rolls off of Dew’s tongue as the fire ghoul examines the activity on the beach in front of them.

Phantom is sitting close to the water with Cirrus and Cumulus, the three ghouls digging enthusiastically in the wet sand as they build a large pile that seems to have hopes of one day being a sandcastle. Dew scowls as he watches them, reaching a hand up to itch at the messy bun of blond hair piled between his horns.

“Checking out your boyfriend?” Rain deadpans, following Dew’s gaze. Dew gives him a derisive snort in return, smoke puffing out of his nose.

“You’re the one insisting he wants to fuck you so bad,” Dew grumbles, taking another deep drag off his cigarette. Rain smirks.

Dew and Rain have been having a back-and-forth about the new quintessence ghoul recently. They’ve noticed Phantom’s interest in them—always stealing glances in the dressing room, watching them longingly as they snuggle in the den during movie nights—and it’s clear that their young new bandmate is hoping that they’ll invite him in to play.

Dew and Rain have yet to discuss whether they actually want to do that or not. They’ve been too busy arguing over which one of them Phantom wants to fuck more, and what they envision the other ghoul will do to the shy new guitarist once they get him alone.

“Oh, I mean he clearly wants to fuck me more. But I’m generous. You can be the one to date him if you want.”

“I don’t want to date him, dumbass,” Dew hisses, smoke rolling out between his gritted fangs.

“Yes, you do. You want him to bring you a bouquet of flowers and tell you you’re pretty while he makes sweet, gentle love to you.”

Dew flicks his cigarette butt at the water ghoul, and it bounces off of Rain’s damp skin with a hiss. Rain cackles. Dew’s too easy. One day he’ll learn that Rain won’t tease him so much if he doesn’t give him such a big reaction, but today is not that day.

“I think you’re projecting, Rainy,” Dew sneers. “You’re obsessed with him. I’ve seen the way you stare back at him when he watches you get changed. You’re hoping he’ll pick up on you mentally begging him to corner you backstage and fuck the piss out of you.”

“Fuck the what?” Rain laughs, a bit nervously.

“You heard me,” Dew replies, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. “You want the new kid’s dick in your ass.”

Rain scoffs, turning his attention away from Dew to examine the three ghouls making their sand pile.

“Talk about projecting.”

“The only thing projecting is gonna be Phantom’s come into your butthole.”

Rain scowls.

“You like how tall he is. You want him to pick your little ass up and carry you across the threshold of your bedchambers like his virgin bride.”

“I bet he’d be so nervous,” Dew continues, ignoring the water ghoul. “And you’d fucking love that, you sicko. God, I bet he’d just—tremble about how beautiful you are, and you’d eat that shit right up.”

“Well, it’s not like anyone else ever tells me I’m beautiful,” Rain huffs.

“He’d probably come in like three strokes, all embarrassed and apologetic, and you’d be over the moon.”

Rain lifts his glasses to squint at Dew with his blue eyes.

“What, like the last time I let you top?”

The spade of Dew’s tail digs into the sand.

“I lasted for five strokes, thank you.”

Rain snickers and Dew smiles, a tinge of blush creeping under his sunglasses.

“And let me, please. You were begging for it.”

Rain shrugs with a sly grin, dropping his glasses down on his nose and settling back in his chair.

“Potato, tomato.”

“Potato, potahto, dumbass.”

Rain flicks sand at Dew’s leg with his tail, making the fire ghoul cry out in protest.

“But seriously,” Dew says with a scowl, brushing sand off of his sweaty skin. “What would you do to that little freak if you got your hands on him?”

Rain wiggles his nose, looking out over the beach as Phantom stands up to go fetch a bucket. The lanky quintessence ghoul brushes sand off his black swim trunks as he walks, the wet fabric clinging to his shapely ass as Dew and Rain stare.

“Well, I feel like I’d have to start with taking a good look at his dick ring, right?” Rain says.

“Right,” Dew replies. “Makes sense. Gotta see if the rumors are true.”

“Exactly. Then I’d make him take a good look at my cock. Really describe how pretty it is, you know. Tell me how much he wants to suck it.”

“Narcissist.”

“Just a realist, thanks. Anyway, I’d let him keep going until he couldn’t stand it anymore and just starts begging to suck my cock. Pleading. He wants to suck my dick so bad there are tears in his big purple eyes.”

Dew sighs.

“Are you writing a romance novel? Get to the part that’s gonna make my dick hard.”

Rain swats at Dew with the spade of his tail.

“Will you let me set the stage? Satan have mercy,” Rain grumbles. “So, he’s begging to suck my cock, just beside himself for it, right, and I decide to be benevolent and reward him. So I stroke his cheek, tell him what a good boy he is. How proud I am of how patient he’s being. Then I grab him by the horns and just… fuck the shit out of his face.”

“Mmmhmm,” Dew affirms, quickly reaching down to adjust the crotch of his swim trunks as he stares at Phantom.

“Like… really nasty style,” Rain continues. “He’s crying, he’s gagging, he loves it. Says he wants me deeper. He takes me all the way down, nose buried in my pubes, moaning like a whore. When I come, I’m so far in he doesn’t even need to swallow. Just unload straight down his throat.”

Dew nods thoughtfully, resting a hand over his chubby dick.

“What about you?” Rain asks him, momentarily turning away from Phantom to glance at the fire ghoul.

“Well,” Dew says. “Obviously, I’ve been watching all of this play out.”

“Of course,” Rain responds. “We do everything together.”

“Right. And I was honestly gonna have him suck my dick, but I’ll mix it up for the sake of keeping things interesting.”

“So generous.”

“Have you noticed that he has his tongue pierced?” Dew asks. “I wanna feel it on my asshole.”

“Ooh,” Rain purrs. “I’m jealous I didn’t think of that one.”

Dew nods, his own tongue flickering over his lips as he watches Phantom and Cumulus shake wet sand loose from an upturned bucket.

“So I’ll just have him eat my ass like he’s trying to make the Olympics for it, really show me all the things that fancy tongue can do. I’ll wrap my tail around his neck—loosely, at first, just to hold him in place—but once he gets really into it, I’ll give him a little choke. Just for fun.”

“I bet he likes to be choked,” Rain murmurs, shifting to conceal his also thickening cock.

“You know he does, just look at him. That’s the face of a guy who just wants to black out a little when he comes.”

Dew and Rain stare intently at Phantom, who glances over and notices them looking his way. He grins brightly, giving them an enthusiastic wave. Dew and Rain smile weakly, giving him a wave in return—their hands casually hiding their semi-erect dicks.

“Then after he’s done tonguing my asshole, I’ll tell him to stop wasting time and fuck it already.”

“I knew it.”

“I know what I like,” Dew shrugs, reaching for his pack of cigarettes and withdrawing another one. He lights it and takes a deep drag, exhaling with a sigh as Rain watches him. Phantom continues to glance over their way, giving the two ghouls a curious look.

“So are you gonna ask him or should I?” Rain says dryly, examining his fingernails. Dew groans.

“You do it, I don’t want him to think I’m too excited about this or anything.”

Rain snickers, moving down to sit on the far edge of his beach chair.

“Hey, Phantom!” he calls, cupping his hand around his mouth. Phantom and the ghoulettes look up, giving Rain their full attention.

“Are you busy tonight?” Rain yells.

“No!” Phantom calls back. “Why, what’s up?”

“Please don’t scream it down the fucking beach,” Dew mutters, rubbing his eyes under his sunglasses.

“Do you want to fuck us?”

Dew sighs.

“…What?” Phantom calls back.

“I said, do you want to fuck us?” Rain screams.

“…What?” Phantom squeaks.

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