FUCKING HELLLL MAC. THIS IS ART.

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

OH MY- UGH- I CANNOT- AHHHHHH

DUDE CHILL THE FUCK OUT

literally anything swiss x reader !!! (please)

I'm sorry this took so long, but is that another Swiss lover I see? I have just the thing for you. A taste of hurt/comfort for you my dear.

CW: descriptions of panicking, overthinking, passing out.

Reader is a ghoul because I said so ☝️

“I’ve Got You.”

You didn’t hate Swiss, you never did, but the day you were summoned and you saw that overly enthusiastic grin, you decided to avoid him like the plague. Yet, somehow, he always found his way to you. Obnoxiously breaking down those walls you oh so carefully built up, trying to get past that fiery attitude you always held. He adored the way you reacted to his antics. The way you’d growl and snarl at him until you’d just give up, giving him a harsh punch to the arm. The way your face flushed with anger and your spaded tail flicking behind you as you yell at him to “just go away”.

He wouldn’t give up. He needed to break you, to try and find the softest part of you that you’d buried away for no one to see.

And this didn’t go unnoticed by the pack, far from it, they got involved on multiple occasions. One ghoul having to hold you back from ripping his face off, another ushering Swiss away so they could calm you down. All because of a small comment on your hair that morning, how it looked nice. He was nice to you, yeah he teased you a lot, but there was never any venom behind it. You didn’t know why you got so pissed off the sudden compliments or his dopey smile. You don’t know why you reacted the way you did when he spoke to you. Maybe you really did hate him-

-or maybe you were afraid of loving him.

Ever since that thought popped up, you haven’t been able to sleep. Laying restlessly in your bed, staring up at the ceiling and pondering about the unforeseen fear. Angry and confused tears gather in your eyes, making the different colors of your room blend together. You tried your best to not let them fall, not to let your composure fall, but you failed. Over and over, giving into the overwhelming thoughts and fears at night. You were drowning, unable to breathe. Eventually you gave up, finding yelling and screaming exhausting whenever he came around to tease you. You would just stand there with a dead expression, and he noticed.

He noticed your tired eyes and the sorrowful tone in your voice when you spoke, and it worried him. Did he cause this? Something in him changed, he stopped. He stopped making sly comments and gestures, just a casual “hello” whenever he came in contact with you. This confuses you, deepening your current state. The dark circles under your eyes darkened in color and your skin was paler than usual. You’d lost your spark, and he noticed. He noticed everything. He had a suspicion that things wouldn’t end well for you if this kept on any longer, and he couldn’t have been any more right.

Practice was only getting worse, wearing you down layer by layer. One day it was especially rough, you’d barely gotten through it with a few mistakes here and there. No one noticed, no one except him. When everyone was dismissed, it was just you and him in the almost soundproof room. You were struggling to stay upright, swaying back and forth. Your restless nights and horrid habits were catching up to you at the worst possible time. He noticed. With worried eyes, he watched. He watched as you struggled to pack up your instrument and notes, the obvious tremble in your hands making it hard to do so.

“y/n, are you alright? You seem a bit… shaken up.” He asked, cautiously making his way towards you in small steps. You could only turn and nod your head, which made you dizzy. You held your head in one hand, trying to calm yourself down. “I’m fine.” He was close now, you started to panic. “Are you sure you’re fine? You don’t look fine.” Your breathing picked up and that familiar feeling of drowning came back to you. Before you could even register it, your legs gave out beneath you, but you didn’t hit the ground. Instead, a pair of warm arms wrapped around you. “You’re alright, I’ve got you.”

When did your room get so warm? The some-what familiar scent of cedar and whiskey, and maybe a hint of weed, gently washed over you. You shot up from your sleep, looking around at your surroundings. This wasn’t your room, far from it. The sound of a door opening and the light shuffle of feet caught your attention. When you looked towards the door, your frightened eyes were met with Swiss’ own wide ones. He was holding two mugs, steam flowing up and into the atmosphere of the room. He quickly shut the door and hurried to your side, sitting the mugs on his side table.

“You feeling better?” Swiss questioned, taking his place beside you on the edge of the bed. You nodded and he rubbed your head, being careful of your horns. You were sore and confused, so confused. “What happened.. The last thing I remember is being in practice.” The ghoul in front of you sighed and shifted his position. “You blacked out, luckily I was there to catch you before you hit the ground.” You looked down at your hands in your lap, giving a small “oh”. He took your hands into his, they were warm and calloused presumably from his guitar wearing them down. “Why didn’t you tell any of us you were struggling?”

You couldn’t keep back the sob that ripped its way though your throat. “I-I try so hard to be strong, I really do, but you- I-“ Is all you somehow managed between heavy sobs, and he somewhat understood. He pulled you into a tight embrace, running a soothing hand up and down your back. “You are. You’re so strong, but what’s got you breaking like this?” Swiss’ voice was right in your ear, which in turn made you sob harder. “Y-You. Satanas, it’s always been you.” His breath hitched in his throat and his hand stopped. “Oh. I’m so sorry- I’ve tried to stop teasing and bothering you. I-I knew it was me, you should leave-“

You cut him off, pulling back and furiously shaking your head. “Swiss, no- you don’t get it.“ He put both hands on your shoulders, golden eyes staring into your own. “Then help me understand. How do I help you?” Another sob came through you, this time gentler than the last. “The sly compliments and teasing- your voice, your signature grin, your eyes- I love it all, I love you. I’m so scared to love you, I’m scared to love anyone..” He put a hand on your neck and pulled you close again, his clawed finger tips tangling into your hair. There was a silence, a short one that felt like an eternity.

“I understand, and I love you too. So much. It’ll take some time, but you’ll learn to love again. I promise I’ll be here every step of the way, you’ll never be alone again.” You nodded and let yourself melt into his hold, the heavy feeling of fear disappearing. The two of you sat like this for a while, barely moving an inch. The comfortable silence was broken by the multi ghoul. “I’m gonna let go for a second, ok?” You hummed and pulled away, sleep tugging at your eyelids. Your eyes followed him as he laid back against the mount of pillows on his bed. He opened his arms and tilted his head, signaling you over.

You hesitantly accepted, situating yourself on his chest. He gently wrapped his arms around your form, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. Before you knew it, you were a puddle of ghoul in his arms, lightly purring at his heartbeat. He chuffed out a laugh, making his chest bounce slightly. “You just needed some love, sweetheart, and I’m here to give it ya’ whenever you need it.” A small smile crept onto your lips and you nodded.

The next morning, the ghouls couldn’t figure out why your behavior changed overnight. The day before you were a sack of bones, today you were beaming at anyone you came across. They weren’t complaining, though, they loved this unforeseen part of you. What made them nervous was when Swiss walked into the kitchen, going straight for you. He tapped you on the shoulder and smiled at you as you turned around to face him. A few ghouls gasped from the distant living room when he opened his arms to you, suggesting a hug, which you hesitantly, but happily, accepted.

They were confused, so confused, but happy. Happy for you, happy for Swiss, and happy that they didn’t have to deal with y’all’s shit anymore.

Again, sorry this took a bit and that it’s kinda sucky, I wrote the majority of this sleep deprived. I hope you enjoy it though <3

Bambi.

Rains legs.

That’s all I have to say.

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

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

The Ghouls are Giant House Cats

Warnings: none besides language :)

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

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

—

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

—

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

—

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

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.

hey i just read your size difference dew x mountain fic and was thinking...what about dew and aether size difference? not like mountain's but aether is WIDE and has big hands and chubby body and and and ???

Hello anon!! Thank you for writing in with such a beautiful ask!

Remember when I said that this made me have big brain ideas and it'd take me a hot second to write it? Yeah, it's because I buried your wonderful little smut ask in like 10,000 words of angst. 🥲 Sorry!!

Bury Me Alive

Rating: Explicit

Words: 14,905 | 3 chapters

Pairing: Water!Dew/Aether

Summary: The ministry performs an unorthodox summoning ritual in their desperate need for a new water ghoul, and Aether finds his life unexpectedly turned upside down. Aether struggles to balance his increasingly more intimate friendship with the new little ghoul with his serious relationship back home—and his growing fear of getting sent back to the pits.

Contains: Angst and feelings with a happy-ish ending, everyone has anxiety, Aether is a big idiot but Satan bless him he's trying his best, some slightly irresponsible use of quintessence magic, brand new sweet little innocent virgin Water!Dew, size difference kink, gill play, praise kink, some breeding kink if you squint, anal fingering, anal sex, original ghoul character

Read more on AO3!

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:

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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.”