When I’m Reading/writing About Phantom/Aeon, This Is Almost What Pops Up Into My Head^^ Just A Lil

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So I decided to make one of these picrew tag game things! But in a creepy way!

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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?

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.

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

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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)

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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?”

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

“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.”

The Non-Human Ghouls and How I See Them

The Ghouls

Sodo/Dew

- quite short compared to the rest of the band.

- he’s got a habit of eating shit he’s not supposed to.

- He’s got a slim and somewhat bony build.

Water Element: The same as I see Rain. The light grey skin but with sapphire tones here and there. Long, black hair with a few faint lines of a deep shade of blue. Small fins on his ear, the same as the slightly larger fin on his tail. The horns that sit on his head fade into that same sapphire tone. They’re long and beautifully sharp. His eyes a dark grey with hints of blue and gold. The cold, soothing touch that any water ghoul would have. The soft padding’s of his fingers gave a soothing feel to anyone he touched.

Fire Element: The grey color of his skin turned a darker shade with tones of gold and red. His once dark hair, turnt white with hints of dark grey. The fins on his ears and tail molted away, leaving his tail ashy. His ears pointed, darkest at the tips. A bright fire flickers at the end of the ghouls tail when he becomes aggravated. The once beautiful horns cracked into a smaller, more dull form. His eyes, glow red and gold through the darkness of the ghouls den. The emotion and pain always shone in his eyes. His body could warm anyone just by a slight touch.

Rain

- More in the middle of the ghouls heights, but is still fairly tall.

- he LOVES sea animals (has a collection of stuffed sea animals)

- he’s slightly muscular, but still lean.

His skin is a light shade of grey with splotches of sky blue. Gills lay on the sides of his neck, always exposed. His dark, loose curled hair lies slightly above his jaw. Stripes of light grey flow and blend with the rest of his hair which he, normally, wears in a small bun. The small fins on his ears flick at the slightest sounds. His horns slightly curl back, sharing the same grey-sapphire tone as the rest of his skin. His tail is mostly grey with blue at the very beginning. His eyes are a bright, ocean blue color with a few darker speckles here and there. The ghoul’s saliva can heal and soothe any ghouls injury, with the extra help of an earth ghoul.

Aether

- tied at the second tallest ghoul with Swiss.

- could fall asleep anywhere if he wanted to

- Buff boy with squish, love him (perfect pillow)

His skin is a very dark shade of grey with black and dark purple trickled down his body. His hands and arms are always decorated in jewelry. His dark hair is normally messily slicked back, a few strands always hand over his forehead. He has a slight stubble across his jaw and chin. His long, pointed ears fade to a pitch black nearing the end. His horns are long, thick, and oh so smooth. His tail is almost black and is always touching something. His eyes are normally a grey-ish purple. When he uses his quintessence, his eyes glow a very light rainbow. Any quintessence ghoul can feel and extract any pain, anxiety, or thoughts anyone may experience. They can either take it on themselves, or share it with the earth. Unlike other quintessence ghouls, Aether can reach into someone’s mind and alter their perception, giving them a light mindset.

Phantom/Aeon

- right in the middle of Rain and Dew’s height. Perfect for anyone, really.

- has a really bad habit of picking at his tail (rain and mountain are always helping him)

- he’s definitely squishy, the boy loves munching (especially mountains cakes)

His skin shares the same pattern as Aether, but a bit lighter. Freckles scattered across his face, shoulders, and back. They look almost like small galaxies on his soft skin. Pure white streaks flow though his dark, messy hair. (Let’s be honest, this poor boy doesn’t know how to take care of himself yet..) His ears are still very small and a bit droopy. They share the same tones as his skin. His horns on the other hand, are quite long. They curl back a little more than Dew’s. They faded into a light grey at the end as they grew. His tail is the same as Aether and is always wrapped around someone (mostly Aether and Aurora). His eyes are almost pitch black until he uses his quintessence. When he used it for the first time everyone was quite taken back because of his eyes. They were oh so beautiful. A small galaxy in his eyes shone as he experimented on Aether. Phantom, or Aeon, is a little similar to Aether with his quintessence. He can loosen every muscle in the body, making them feel as though they’re floating. If one of the ghouls ever felt stiff, they immediately went to him. (not Dew though, he’s stubborn.)

Mountain

- the tallest ghoul (used as a base for cuddle piles, which he enjoys very much)

- he hits his head on everything

- a lean build with slight muscle

His skin is the perfect shade of grey with both light and dark freckles everywhere. All of the ghouls love tracing over them. His hair is dark brown and very soft. Besides Dew, he takes the most care of his hair. His ears are small and pointy. There’s a small snip of his ear missing from an accident during a ritual. His horns are a bit smaller than Aether’s. He decorates them will charms and trinkets he’s collected from fans. His tail is the same as his skin, but the spade of his tail is a bit chipped. He has sleepy green eyes that no one could get mad at. When using his element, he can make any antidote for injuries from the palms of his hands.

Swiss

- Tied with Aether for second tallest ghoul, and he hates it.

- hes very touchy (especially with dew cause he knows it pisses him off)

- muscular, works out in his free time

Swiss’s skin is a dark-ish grey with some parts of his body faded in white. His hair is a very dark shade of brown, almost black. He has a stubble on his chin, which he try’s to maintain. His ears are long and dull, painted black at the tips. His lobes are stretched from the gauges he wears. His horns are dotted with multiple colors, being a multi ghoul and all. They’re curved back and dull. His tail is the exact same as his horns, but a bit lighter. His eyes match his horns and tail, spotted with all kinds of colors. His eyes and horns slightly glow when he sings or uses any instrument. His voice can easily soothe anyone to sleep, including Dew. (crazy, ik)

The Ghoulettes

Cirrus

- She’s the tallest ghoulette, and everyone loves her (dommy mommy lowkey…)

- she loves spicy food (literally the only thing she eats)

- Slim and curvy (her biceps are impressive as well)

She has light grey skin with a dark grey surrounding her eyes. Her hair is a blue-ish grey color. It’s always neatly styled compared to Cumulus. She uses a clip to hold it back during rehearsals so it doesn’t get in her eyes. Her ears are a little droopy with dark grey tips. Cirrus’s horns are a bit different than everyone else’s. They’re curved and pressed back, almost like a cats ears. They’re a pretty grey, a bit darker than her skin. Her tail is dark grey at the base and lighter at the tip. Her eyes a dark grey with specks of white.

Cumulus

- She’s the third tallest ghoul, just below Sunny and Cirrus

- scares the shit out of everyone (not joking, her footsteps are light as shit.

- THICC QUEEN, curves and all

Her skin is almost white flushed with a light grey-blue color. She has a few beauty marks on her face, and she loves them (an absolute baddie). Her hair is very messy, but knotless. She’s a go with the flow type of ghoul. Her horns are a light grey and are curled back slightly. Her ears are wide and dull. She has a few piercings on each of her ears. Her tail is smooth and aerodynamic, considering her element is air. Her eyes are almost pure white with rings of sky blue. If anyone needs to cool something down or dry anything off, she’s the ghoul. Her breath is icy and can chill anything or anyone.

Sunshine

- She’s almost the same height as Cirrus, but she doesn’t mind.

- she’s very hyper (zoomies 24/7)

- Slim and lean build

Her skin is a medium toned grey with splotches of a sheer red and orange. Her hair is short, curly, and wild. It’s a dark ginger color with small streaks of a blond-ish tone. Her horns and very short and slightly curled. They share the same color of her skin, getting lighter near the tips. Her ears are very droopy and sun kissed at the ends. Her tail is very thin and it coils a bit. It’s the same colors as her skin. Her eyes are a bright amber color with brown rings circling her pupil.

Aurora/Wisp

- definitely the shortest of the entire band, everyone adores her and her sweet voice

- she’s a morning person (she wakes everyone up on accident)

- A little stubby and curvy, but has crazy leg strength

Her skin is near the same color as Swiss’s, but with random pops of light pink (no one can explain why). Her hair is long and straight. It fades from white to a very sheer pink. She keeps it in bubble braids unless she’s sleeping. Her ears are more rounded with the smallest point. They’re splotches with pink at the very tips of her ears. Her horns are very small and curved back. They share the same tones as her skin, just a bit brighter. Her tail is almost entirely black besides one pink dot in the middle of her tail. She has the cutest pink puppy dog eyes. (no one can say no to her, ever)

(this is the first thing I’ve ever posted so be nice to me 🙏)

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.

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

Listen- you expect me not to write about somewhat fresh water!Dew and Aether after reading that? Anyways enjoy this minor shitpost of Aether being a little jealous <3

tw: ghouls eat humans, suggestive to an extent, excessive descriptions of blood/flesh/murder, paranoia warning(?)

It was rare that he got jealous like this. It almost never happened, but here he was, standing in the kitchen watching Dew and Swiss cuddling on the couch. The way Dew would giggle every now and then made his stomach curl in an unpleasant way. It made him want to throw up the dinner Mountain had prepared a few hours before. He wanted Dew to be all his. Only his to touch and admire, but he just couldn’t find a way to bring it up with Dew.

He knew Dew loved him, and that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt him, but it wasn’t enough for him. Their bond just wasn't strong enough, he needed closure. He needed more, but Dew was still relatively new and learning about the surface. There were still some things he’d yet to discover, and Aether definitely didn’t want to push anything unfamiliar on the water ghoul. A grin slowly made its way onto the quint’s lips at a brilliant idea that popped into his head. What was Dew’s favorite thing to do so far?

Hunt.

The tiny ghoul loved chasing down the random, unwelcomed humans in the Ministry’s forest. He could smell their fear and worries from miles away, it simply made his mouth water. The scream as he pounced on the unsuspecting human, sinking his teeth into their bitter flesh made his own crowd with goosebumps. He loved the way their warm, thick blood coated his mouth. The homey irony taste brought him an odd sense of comfort. It was perfect.

Aether kept his sight glued to the water ghoul for the next few days, watching his every move, just waiting for the slight change in his eyes. The feral glint in his eyes when he smelled a human lurking. He was going to give up, let himself be overtaken by the growing feeling in his gut, until he saw it. The way Dew poked up from the couch, eyes wide and hungry looking, he decided now was the time to strike. He sits down his mug and casually trolls over towards the ghoul.

“Smell that? Bet it makes your mouth water.” Dew frantically nods his head which makes Aether chuckle. “Wanna go get ‘em?” Dew’s never gotten up quicker from his seat, rushing towards the door. “Wait.” Dew stops dead in his tracks, slowly turning back to the quint. “Together, me and you.” Dew impatiently whined. “Then why are we still standing here? I don’t want them to escape.” Dew gave his best pouty face, crossing his arms for extra effect. “They won’t escape, I won’t let them.” He grabs the water ghoul’s hand and pulls him outside.

Dew takes off, sprinting into the forest, Aether following close behind him. The quint somehow managed to lose track of Dew, but he was already so deep into the hunt that it fogged up his mind. The scent of a terrified human was persistent around him. He hid away in a bush, concealing himself in the dark shadow of leaves. He held his breath at the sight of the human. It was a woman, maybe in her late twenties. Soft blonde hair laid gently on her fair skin, terrified blue eyes attentive to her surroundings. She was perfect for his Dew, absolutely beautiful, no doubt she tasted beautifully too. He crept out of the bush, sneaking up behind the trembling woman.

Dew was searching frantically, he was frustrated. He kept losing the scent, unable to sense the human roaming around. He growled in anger, but stopped at the sound of a blood curdling scream. He ran as fast as his legs would let him in the direction of that beautiful sound which he craved. He pushed his way past the towering trees and thick bushes, he spotted Aether crouching beside the lifeless body. “Aww, no fair. You got to have all the fun.” He pouted again, turning away from the scene in front of him. He almost turned back at the sudden sound of movement behind him, but chose to ignore it, being slightly agitated that his mate didn’t wait for him.

Aether leaned down to the woman's neck, licking up the sweetly bitter taste of sweat, then sinking his sharp fangs into the sheer skin. He fed on the woman, almost forgetting why he was there to begin with. He filled his mouth with the syrupy liquid that once pumped through her now numbing body and pulled away. He hummed and stood, pivoting on his heels. The earth crunched and crumbled as he walked towards the water ghoul who was still pouting. The quint's hands moved to grip onto the smaller ghouls thin waist, making him yelp in surprise. Aether spun Dew around, locking eyes with the smaller ghoul.

Dew couldn’t deny the arousal of having the blood covered quint towering over him, looking down at him with such a feral look in his eyes. Almost as if he could devour him at any second, and satan below Aether wanted to, but he put that aside for another day. Aether leaned in, smashing their lips together. His tongue pushed its way past Dew’s lips, the honey-like substance he held in his mouth now flowing into Dew’s. Dew groaned, finally his thirst being fulfilled after so long. Waves of pure lust rolled off of the two, low growls and whines suffocating the air. Neither of them could pull away, completely hypnotized by the other.

Aether was the first to pull away, looking down at the mess he'd created of the ghoul. Pupils blown as he was gasping for air, a mixed drop of blood and saliva rolling down his chin. Aether chuckled, giving a tight squeeze to his waist before leaning down to the ghouls ear. His tongue traced the curve of Dew’s ear, voice thick and low. “Mine. Only mine.” He growled, pulling the ghoul closer. “Yours, all yours.”

So basically 1046 words about Aether tongue fucking blood into Dew’s mouth, thats it :)

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.