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o-mio-capitano · 3 days

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Why do I never send you prompts? Time to remedy that.

How about some good old fashioned cockwarming? Featuring needy bottom Swiss?

Or, alternatively: someone should really eat Swiss out until he cries.

Comet, darling, did you really think I wouldn't do both?

Rain is feeling extra mean today.

Poor Swiss.

(BEHOLD THE RETURN OF THE SWUSSY)

"I'm hungry," Rain had complained, slouching over the back of the common room couch with his chin hooked on Swiss's shoulder. He'd chuckled and given Rain's hair an affectionate tousle.

"Any particular reason you're telling me this and not the fridge?" Swiss had flipped the page of his magazine. "Last I checked that's where the food lives." Rain had made a sound of amusement, a low hum in the back of his throat.

"Who said anything about food?" He'd pressed a deceptively chaste kiss just behind Swiss's ear, and all of a sudden his reading material wasn't quite so interesting. Especially not when Rain's hand had started travelling down his chest. "I'm in the mood for something much more satisfying."

Rain had thumbed over a nipple, and Swiss had needed exactly zero further convincing to slide from the couch and into Rain's bedroom, already shucking his shirt and working on his belt before they'd even gotten the door shut.

It's been over an hour now, and Swiss has begun to regret his enthusiasm.

Rain has him laid out on soft sheets, every inch of his heated skin alight with sensation. The other ghoul had spent so long working him over, fingers and fangs pressing into his flesh hard enough to leave wonderful purple marks behind. They litter his throat, his chest, his stomach and inner thighs. Rain was slow and relentless about it, not giving Swiss so much as a moment's reprieve before he was sucking another stinging bruise into tender flesh. By the time Rain had finally settled between his quivering thighs Swiss was already panting.

The first swipe of Rain's tongue, a slow lick placed just above the swollen length of his clit, had Swiss arching off the bed with a moan so whorish it had left him blushing.

Rain is good at this. Too good, actually. He knows Swiss's body better than anyone - knows just where to touch, lick and suck to get him writhing. Knows exactly what to do to get him to the edge and keep him there, Swiss teetering on a rapidly rising precipice that Rain refused to let him fall from.

It's agony. Sweet, delicious, maddening agony.

Rain's torment hasn't ceased for a second, the other ghoul lapping so very lazily at his too-sensitive folds. Swiss lost his words a while ago, reduced to nothing but breathy moans and reedy whimpers whenever the pair of slender fingers inside him crook just so. Rain laves at his wet flesh like a man starved, suckling at dusky lips and running his tongue everywhere that wasn't where Swiss needed it most. His clit aches, red and throbbing from having gone utterly untouched since all of this started. The fingers inside him are complimented by a thumb pressed to his tight rim, the tip stroking featherlight through his copious slick. He can feel it soaking into the sheets too, cool against his burning skin every time he wriggles his hips. Tries to get away.

Rain refuses to let him.

He's caught in limbo; drowning in waves pleasure that never crest, a constant build up with no resolution, no relief. Rain has him pinned with nothing but that fucking mouth of his, groaning against Swiss's cunt with no predictability just to hear him suck air through clenched teeth. His other hand is busy abusing Swiss's chest, tugging and flicking each of his nipples in turn with the same lazy pace as his tongue. Swiss shudders when Rain twists his wrist just so, hitting something that has him seeing stars and drooling through a broken moan. He forces himself to breathe deep, balling his fists in the sheets; he'd grabbed at Rain's hair exactly one time, and the resulting snap of fangs far too close to his clit encouraged him not to do it again.

He's so desperate he might anyway.

Swiss swallows hard, tongue too heavy, too thick for the words in his throat to make it out. He fights his trembling muscles to lift his head, the world swimming as he struggles to do anything but moan and twitch under Rain's torturous ministrations. When he finally manages to shake the haze, just enough to bring the room into focus, he sees nothing but Rain.

He's watching Swiss like a hawk, sharp cerulean eyes fixed on his overtly pained face. Rain's soft curls are stuck to his forehead and temples, the uneven splash of freckles over the bridge of his nose so much more obvious against his flushed cheeks. He looks entirely too relaxed for how long they've been at this, hips subtly rutting against the mattress as he works Swiss down to nothing but atoms.

Swiss tries to speak, he really does, but all that comes out is a slurred repetition of Rain, Rain, Rain. The other ghoul gives him a wide, rough lick that has Swiss gasping before pulling back; he's soaked from the nose down in slick, chin shiny with it, and the sight makes Swiss's stomach burn. He clenches hard around the digits invading him with a pitiful squeak. Rain chuckles.

"Do you have something to say, princess?" His voice is rough and gravelly, pure sex. He licks his lips and Swiss whimpers, chewing his own fang-bruised lip. Rain blows a stream of cool air over his clit and Swiss arches so hard his back pops.

"Rain," he finally manages to rasp, struggling to do anything but moan as Rain starts fucking his fingers in deeper. Pressing the tip of that wandering thumb against his hole just hard enough to make it wink. Swiss can't keep his hands to himself any longer, bringing one up to paw feebly at the arm on his chest. It's like his bones are made of jelly. Mercifully, Rain doesn't bite at him for it. "Rain- Rainy, please -"

It's barely a whisper, one that melts into a pathetic whine when Rain presses the very tip of his thumb into Swiss's ass. Just enough to sting. He can feel heat prickling at the backs of his eyes and Swiss prays he can hold in the tears. He groans loud and low when Rain swirls his fingers against that one special spot, ratcheting him closer still. But it's not enough and they both know it. Rain gives him a crooked little smile, grinding a bit more obviously against the bed.

"Please what?" He sounds almost bored, seemingly oblivious to the way Swiss's thighs are practically vibrating against his shoulders. He watches for a beat while Swiss tries to remember how words work.

Rain's fingers are doing a marvelous job of making his brain leak out his ears. His heart dances in his chest, threatening to crash right through his ribcage. Rain gives him an annoyed look.

"I'm going to be upset if you interrupted my lunch for no reason."

Swiss is definitely going to cry. He can feel it, a wave of overwhelm that hits him square in the gut and between the eyes.

He's not like Rain or Dew when it comes to this sort of treatment. Swiss loves the teasing, to be certain, but after a certain point it becomes too much. Just on the wrong side of pleasurable.

That's why Rain insists on treating him this way from time to time - for this exact moment, the one where all words die and the pain and suffering etched into Swiss's face and taut muscles become too much to ignore. Rain must see it now; the edges of his expression soften, even though his gaze remains dark and heavy. He rolls his eyes.

"Already?" Swiss bites his lip hard enough to sting, nodding once. Rain sighs. "But I'm not done eating."

Swiss chokes on a sob, clenching again and cringing at the wet noise his cunt makes around Rain's fingers. He grips the hand on his chest for dear life, and at long last Rain takes mercy. Swiss sags into the mattress when that hand withdraws, the other ghoul holding up his slicked fingers for Swiss to see. They shine in the light and Swiss throbs at the sight. All at once, his words pour out in a confused pile.

"Rain, please, please - you - I - fuck, Rainy I need to, I - I can't, please, you -" With nothing inside him the pleasure starts to recede, and Swiss feels something frantic settling into his chest. "Please make me, please."

He needs Rain to make him cum. If he doesn't, Swiss will surely lose his mind. His breath hitches, a tight wheeze, and Rain shushes him. Caresses his thigh with deceptive gentleness. Swiss's head spins as he throbs again.

Rain disentangles their hands and Swiss nearly panicks at the lack of contact, but it only lasts long enough for the other ghoul to straighten up. Swiss's eyes catch on his cock, flushed and heavy, for just a moment before Rain leans over him, bracketing him with those long arms and catching him in a deep, full kiss.

Swiss sobs into it, immediately getting his hands on Rain's face and holding on for dear life while he tastes nothing but himself. He's shaking like a leaf, twitchy and pleasure-drunk. Rain's dripping length bumps his thigh and Swiss gasps as best he can. Rain pulls back to give him an entirely too sympathetic look.

"Alright," he sighs, resigned, "let me give you what you need."

Swiss tries to cling when Rain moves, but he's too weak. Too fucked out to do anything but quiver and pant. The other ghoul settles next to him, giving his cock a luxurious stroke. Swiss can't take his glassy eyes off of it. He's sure he must be drooling again.

"On your side."

Swiss blinks. On his side? What on his side? Rain rolls his eyes.

"Making me do all the work, as always."

Swiss yelps when Rain wraps a surprisingly strong arm around him, hauling him onto his side until they're back to chest. Rain feels cool and solid behind him, and it soothes some of the insanity scratching at his skull. He reaches back and grabs at Rain's hip, desperate to feel even remotely grounded. It helps a little - until Rain's hand hooks under his knee and pulls, lifting Swiss's dead weight leg and holding him wide open. The cool air against his drenched, aching cunt is a shock that has Swiss choking on his inhale.

Then Rain's blunt head bumps against his entrance and Swiss's whole body flinches at the feeling.

"R-Rain, wait, wait, you - oh no -" Swiss's eyes roll back as Rain drags the head though his folds, lighting up every single frayed nerve between his legs. He's never been so over- and under-stimulated at the same time. His mind begs him to get away even as his body screams for release, and at this point he'll do anything to get it.

"Stay still," Rain spits, hooking his chin over Swiss's shoulder. "Stop squirming, it's irritating."

Swiss tries, but he can't help the way every muscle dances beneath his skin. Threaded with tension and anticipation, tighter that the hole Rain was about to fill. He stills himself as best he can. Takes a deep breath. Focuses on the familiar press of Rain's lean torso against his back. It's not perfect stillness, but Rain's pleased growl flows into his ear regardless.

"Good boy."

Rain rocks his hips and sinks into Swiss's hungry cunt in one excruciating slide. Swiss doesn't register his throaty screams until Rain starts kissing his ear, making soft shushing sounds. A tiny crack in his visage of cruelty. He knows perfectly well how far he's pushed today, how much he still expects. He can spare Swiss a moment of kindness in his fragile state. His other arm snakes beneath Swiss's body, holding him close as he bottoms out.

Something in Swiss cracks then, and at long last the tears fall. He's too busy gasping at the intensity of the stretch to sob, simply letting them fall in hot streaks down hotter cheeks. Rain licks one away and huffs out a soft laugh, that little spark of kindness gone in a flash.

"I was wondering how long it would take for you to break," he murmurs, that disaffected tone back in full force despite the way Swiss can feel him twitching deep inside.

Everything hurts in a way he can't describe, deep pressure and searing heat. It's all built up at the apex of his thighs, and if Swiss had two brain cells to spare he'd already be working himself over. But he doesn't, and Rain wouldn't allow it anyway.

It takes him actual minutes to realize that Rain is just...sitting inside him. No movement aside from the pulses, the twitches. Swiss cants his hips but he has no leverage. Rain is as deep as he can go, and seems content to stay put. Swiss feels like he's dying.

"Move," he pleads, so much need forced into the one single word. "Rainy, you gotta -"

"Shh," Rain's free hand gives Swiss's nipple a sharp flick that he can barely even react to. His body doesn't seem to know what's where anymore. "You'll take what I give you. Besides," his hand travels slowly south and Swiss's soft sobs turn to hiccups of anticipation, "I'm giving you exactly what you need."

Rain's finger, callused but gentle, finally skates over the short length of his clit and Swiss yelps, trying to curl in on himself. He's never felt anything so intense, so visceral. Rain repeats the move over an over, sharp shocks of pained pleasure wracking Swiss's body until he's openly weeping, babbling Rain's name like a mantra. At length the rawness fades, the pain melts into all things good and Swiss's babbling turns to pure desperation. Into frail cries of more, more, more, while Rain's single skilled digit teases him.

"Needy whore," he breathes, licking at the shell of Swiss's ear. His hand shifts, Rain taking his stiff clit between two fingers and giving it a slow stroke. Relishing the way the hood slides over the swollen flesh. Swiss clenches so tightly that Rain can't help the groan it pulls from him.

"You're gonna cum for me, just like this," he informs Swiss, keeping a slow, steady pace to his strokes. His hips remain impossibly still, slotted inside Swiss like he belongs there, not offering more than a sense of fullness. The way Rain jerks him is shiver-inducing, but...

"Rain, I - faster, please, or move or - fuck, please, I gotta cum, I need to, for you -"

"Then you will," Rain mutters, "just like this. You cum on my cock or not at all. Understood?"

The pace is glacial and Swiss truly doesn't know if he can. For as good as it feels, for as much as this has all been too much and not enough, the threat of not cumming is enough to drag a fresh wave of overwhelmed tears from Swiss's burning eyes. He brings a shaky hand to rest on Rain's forearm, feeling the way the muscles shift. He says the only words he can find, voice small.

"Yes sir."

Rain's cock throbs so hard Swiss sees stars.

#ghost band #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul

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o-mio-capitano · 3 days

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Decadence

A (late) birthday gift for the incredible, amazing, fanatsic @forlorn-crows. Love you, Crowwwww. Happy late birthday ♥♥.

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Cumulus/Mountain Featuring: A slow lazy afternoon, cuddles, oral sex, vaginal fingering, Mountain being down bad. Cumulus letting him take care of her. Decadence. Kind of edging? I guess? I don't know man they're just really really into each other. Soft. God it's so soft. Word Count: 3.2k

Mountain and Cumulus share a lazy afternoon.

“Careful,” he mumbles.

And she doesn’t want to be. Not after months on the road and cramped bunks and uncomfortable hotel beds. She knows he’s trying to preserve this, mostly for her. To let the afternoon stretch and contract. That the only way it stays endless is if they never move, never shift–never evolve.

And Cumulus, despite the sleepy weight in her limbs, wants very badly to evolve.

Read it all on AO3.

#mountain ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #the band ghost fanfic #nameless ghouls

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o-mio-capitano · 7 days

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Crowy dearie my mind is a MESS with this idea. But aether is definitely uncut and has a thing for docking. He’ll take turns with mountain or he’ll completely cover dew or or or HHHHHHHHHHH

jhnfnf. oh you know he does. especially when its over dew's little tdick. fits perfectly under there, doesn't it?

docking, transmasc dew, a little bit of knotting, and a little bit of daddy aether under the cut >:)

(based on this post from all the way back in november)

It’s maddening. Over and back, over and back. Foreskin kissing the pulled-back hood on every stroke, and every stroke as slow and sensitive as the last. He could cum like this. Cover Dew’s little dick in creamy white and hold it there within his skin until they both shake from it.

“A-Aethe,” Dew begs, “you’re driving me crazy.” The swollen head of his cock kicks against Aether’s slit, and the bigger ghoul nearly doubles over. “A little—fuck—faster, just a little, ‘m right there.”

Their fingers touch as Aether really stretches it past the mushroom tip, covering him fully. Dew sighs the quietest uh he thinks he’s ever heard, and it takes everything in him not to slide right between those wet folds and sheathe himself inside.

“Gods, it’s so soft,” he groans. Over and back. Holding again. “Fuck, could just—” He pinches the skin between thumb and forefinger, rolling it around the little shaft. “Oh—”

“—shitshitshit.” Dew clutches the quint’s forearm and arches into it. Head tossing back and forth, eyes fluttering, struggling to stay open. “Yes, keep-uh huh—”

“Just like that?” Aether breathes. He’s so stiff, veins along his length just plump with blood; but Dew has to cum first, has to.

“Please,” he wheezes. “Fuck,” he grits through his teeth, “gonna cum, you’re gonna make me . . . oh—” His feet start to kick, toes curling into the back of Aether’s shins, and his face and gaze start to go dumb, lax. Little chest blooming with the rosiest heat. But his hands are gripping tight as ever, tendons popping, nails digging into Aether’s arm, and that’s when he knows to push him over the edge.

“There you go, cum inside it,” he groans. “Wanna feel it throb, wanna see how wet this makes you.” He doubles down on the pressure, using his foreskin like a makeshift cocksleeve, but so much more slippery and squishy-soft. Caressing in all the delicate places. The slight jerking of his fingers is what does it, wrenching from the fire ghoul a wounded, lowing sound. Aether fighting to keep his little dick sheathed inside as he bucks and twitches, watching with rapt attention as his entrance clenches around nothing. Slick nearly opaque as it slides towards his hole.

“Hah. A-Aethe. Fuck,” Dew huffs. His hips eventually settle, but his dick still pulses against his slit; Aether can feel it jump between his fingers, nudging right against the opening, and for a split second he wishes he could shove it right in. The urge has him fumbling for the base of his cock, gripping hard so he doesn’t just bust right then.

“Shit, you feel so good,” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut and tossing his head back.

Dew whimpers and tugs on his forearm, urging him back down. “Not yet, inside, you gotta—”

Aether’s growling and flipping the fire ghoul over before he can even babble for more, pressing his belly to the mattress and knocking his knees apart. Dynamic switching in an instant and he doesn’t care in the slightest.

“Gonna squeeze my dick like I squeezed yours?” Dew only responds with a muffled fuck! into the mattress, letting Aether rub his over-sensitive head through his folds and pressing his ass back in encouragement. “Yeah, baby boy? Lemme hear you.” The quint ghoul grabs a handful of that long, ashen hair and pulls. Lithe body folding back on itself to arch even deeper.

“Shit,” the fire ghoul half laughs, half keens. Tail twitching up to expose himself more. “Lucifer.”

Aether hums, lining up. “You like that?” He twists the hand in his hair a little more, just enough to make Dew jolt and yip.

“Fuck, Daddy, please,” he wheezes without a second thought.

Aether thrusts in so fast it’s an unholy miracle he even makes it in.

“Gonna fill you up so good,” he grunts into Dew’s neck once he folds himself over his back. “Fuck, got me so sensitive already, firefly.”

He can feel every ridge, every press of his head to that place deep inside, foreskin drawn completely back now as he pumps in and out. Dew shakes under his touch, craning and arching for more with every stroke. Letting Aether take what he wants, how he wants.

“That’s it,” Aether praises. “Gonna look so good on my knot.” He grips the fire ghoul’s throat with one hand and reaches down with the other to flick at his swollen dick. He grinds in hard, full, fuzzy balls grazing the tips of his own fingers. The hand on Dew’s neck tightens.

Dew lets loose a string of reedy ah ah ah’s, sounds that are like candy to Aether; once he gets some, he wants more. So he thrusts harder, jerks him faster. And in no time, the little ghoul starts to pulse around him, crying out yes and please and close.

Aether’s close too. Can feel the swell of that bulb at the base of his cock, looking for something to clamp around it.

“Gonna cum on my knot?” he asks gruffly. “Want Daddy to make you feel good?” Dew can only nod with bitten-lip, whimpering when the edge of his knot presses against his entrance. “Good boy, so fucking good for me, love.”

Aether grips him hard at the waist and grinds in, spreading and stretching until his wet walls beg to swallow it whole. That’s when he speeds his hand, focusing right at the place the little head peeks out from the hood. Precise. Devastating.

“Oh no,” Dew sobs. “Push it in, push it—gonna—oh fuck.”

And when he does, the effect is immediate; the fire ghoul cries out, cunt squeezing around Aether as a gush of fluid splashes the front of his balls and squirts onto the sheets. Body going rigid under Aether’s hands. It only takes a few more squeezes before the quintessence ghoul is cumming too, groaning as he fills that slender body with everything he’s got.

please consider reblogging ♡

#HUUUHHHH #fuck this is so good #ghost band #nameless ghouls

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o-mio-capitano · 7 days

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Papa Emeritus II for a friend

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o-mio-capitano · 7 days

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Hyp my good sir, may I ask for a desperate Phantom

ehehhe i remembered this hc that i mentioned once so here you go, just a little related thing

gill licking, hand jobs

There is something in the air tonight. Obviously; everyone is on edge.

A horny edge, all the ghouls and Papa are pent up for no apparent reason. They are all professionals, though, and they can—mostly—keep it in their pants during a show.

It’s slightly different with Phantom.

He’s still new and he’s rightfully compared to a perpetually horny teenager who, in fact, can not keep it in his pants.

For whatever reason, tonight he has his eyes on Rain. He was all but attached to his hip throughout the ritual, even skipping some parts of the choreo to stay close to the water ghoul. It’s not that serious, nobody will be upset with him for it, but it was noticeable.

Especially when Phantom tried to shove his face into the crook of Rain’s neck and failed—growling when their helmets kept him from actually getting to his neck. Rude piece of garbage.

Rain, though, knows well enough what the quintessence ghoul wants. If he thought Dewdrop and Swiss were insane about his gills, Phantom outranked them by far. Ever since he was...well, introduced to that part of water ghoul anatomy, Phantom was insane.

So there Phantom was, horny and trying to get his mouth on Rain’s gills during the show. Nothing especially shocking.

Now that the show has ended, the poor quintessence ghoul is whining and pawing at Rain, begging him to get rid of his damn helmet and balaclava and unglamor already.

“Batsy, gimme–gimme a second,” Rain grunts and finally rips the balaclava off of his head, throwing it carelessly onto the greenroom floor. Phantom lets out another loud whine and clings to the water ghoul as he unglamors with a shudder.

The moment the frills of his gills reappear, Phantom tackles him and throws them both onto the stinky couch. Better it than the floor. Before Rain can even notice what’s happening, Phantom has his mouth latched on his neck—tongue prodding into the slits as he suckles at the delicate flesh of his fins.

“Fuck, Phantom,” Rain moans, feeling his cock twitch in interest. Phantom’s own was hard rock for the better part of the last hour, and he whimpers at finally getting what he so desperately craved.

The quintessence ghoul is perched atop Rain’s lap as he passionately makes out with his gills, and it’s Rain who takes care of other unnecessary pieces of clothing covering them. He pulls off their vests and opens their shirts before unceremoniously shoving his hand down Phantom’s pants and wrapping his long, elegant fingers around his cock.

He moans obscenely and it reverberates through Rain’s whole neck. It has no right feeling this damn good, but it does, and the water ghoul waits no more to put his other hand on his dick.

“There we go, batsy,” he moans. Phantom only clings to him tighter and shoves his tongue so far down Rain’s gills that he can taste the inside of his throat. The water ghoul chokes.

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o-mio-capitano · 7 days

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Finally did it. The sweaty Mountain/Aeon thing that just ran off and did its own thing at the end

Cw: sweat kink, kinda soft Dom Aeon popping up a bit, Aeon calls Mountain dumb once, a shifting power dynamic at the start (but I fuck with subby Mountain ok I can't be blamed!)

He feels it dripping down his spine as he plays, hair soaked under the helmet, shirt clinging like a second skin completely soaked through with sweat. His pants are no better, tight and only made tighter the wetter they get.

He's used to it but he still tries to shake the sweat from his hands before he grabs hold of Cumulus and Dew, keeping his grip loose and dropping them as soon as the bows are finished. He's still sheepish about it when someone bumps against him, offering an unnecessary apology.

It's not like they mind, some even like it. He can't count the times Rain had grabbed hold of him, dragging his fingers and tongue across his wet skin, taking him into the shower and taking his time to wash him off, clinging to him even once they are back on the bus.

He's not really expecting it as he walks off the stage this time, groaning and ready to get out of his wet clothes. He's not prepared for Aeon to grab hold of his arm and yank him off into one of the dressing rooms.

"What are yo-"

His words are swallowed by Aeon slamming their mouths together, his tongue quickly sliding between Mountain's lips and gliding along his. His entire front is pressed as tight as he can manage, already grinding against Mountain's soaked pants.

Mountain had already been sitting heavy against his thigh, a hot pulse running through him as he played, the adrenaline and the energy from the crowd having his cock fattening up. But now with Aeon rubbing up against him, grinding and whining like he's desperate for it, Mountain's cock is a ridged line down his thigh.

He wraps a big hand around Aeon's neck, not squeezing, just pushing him back enough to smirk down at him.

"Needy little thing."

He whines, tipping his head back to offer more of his throat. "Rain always snatches you after the show... could never get back here fast enough."

"Jealousy is cute on you."

Something shifts in Aeon's eyes and he grabs Mountain's shoulders and pushes until he falls into the chair.

"Shut up." He straddles his thighs gracefully, making quick work of opening Mountain's pants. He presses his cheek to his wet shoulder, inhaling deeply against his neck as he works his hand in to pull him out.

The giant hisses through his teeth, hips jerking at the contact. He watches Aeon when he pulls back through heavy lidded eyes, the way he licks his lips, pupils blown at the musky scent of Mountain's sweat.

"You have no idea how crazy you make all of us, do you? Can barely focus if we get too close while you're playing." He jerks him slowly, deliberate when he gets to the tip. "Want to taste you while you're playing one day, bet it's even better like that, before you have any time to cool down."

His heart races and he swallows hard when Aeon holds his eyes like a challenge.

"Shirt off."

Mountain blinks, the words trying to wade through the molasses of his mind. He hears himself ask, hears the slur in his own voice.

Aeon laughs. "Dumb is cute on you. Shirt off. Now."

He scrambles to get it off, fingers shaking over each tiny button. The shirt under his uniform is completely soaked, all but glued to his upper half, it lands hard on the floor when he gets it off and tosses it.

Aeon slides his hand down his chest, pausing to twist his fingers in the wet hair there. He presses kisses down his throat until he can drag his tongue along his chest, lapping at the salt on his skin, his grip tightening on Mountain's cock.

"Aeon-"

"Fuck you taste divine." He grinds in his lap, working his pants open as quick as he can. When he's free he grabs Mountain's wrist so he can lick over his palm, eyes fluttering at the taste of his sweat and he briefly wonders if he could suck the taste of him from the wood of his sticks. He guides his hand down to wrap around both of them. "Tight, don't let go."

He does as he's told even though it feels like his brain is dripping from his ears. He tightens his fingers around them both, eyes glistening when he drags his gaze from their cocks pressed together to meet Aeons intense stare.

He smirks, cocking his head just slightly. "Rain said you listen well."

He blushes at the idea of them sharing stories, comparing notes about him but he can't deny the heat in his blood when he thinks about them, hard behind their jeans as they recall moments they've had with the giant. He wonders if they've lost themselves in eachother with him on their minds.

Aeon rolls his hips, fucks into Mountain's fist, sweat and pre making it easy to slide against him. The sweet little punched out wheeze makes him grin and he quickens his pace to rut just right against the calluses on Mountain's hand.

He licks from Mountain's jaw up to the beading sweat on his temple, grinding harder at the salty taste on his tongue. He wants to draw this out, to slip to his knees and take him all the way down his throat until his nose is pressed into the damp curls, until all of his senses are overwhelmed with nothing but Mountain.

He wants the giant on top of him, pressing him into whatever surface is convenient, sweat dripping down on him. He wants to flip the roles, pin Mountain and take his time, press his chest to his soaking wet back, feel their skin slide together while Aeon fucks him until he can't even remember where he is.

"Aeon..." There's a warning in his devastatingly sweet voice, too close to even consider asking for mercy.

He presses his face against his neck, drinks in the scent of him, hot, musky, and his head spins. He's not going to last much longer himself, doesn't want to. There will be time to draw it out at the hotel.

"Please, please Aeon..." His eyes are so pretty when they are wet, just like the rest of him and Aeon thinks he could spend forever just watching him like this.

"Go ahead. Let me see."

Mountain tightens his grip just a fraction more, rocking his hips up to meet when Aeon rolls down. He can't think of too much beyond how good it feels and how much he likes Aeon's tongue pressed against his pulse.

Aeon tips his head down to watch, his forehead pressed to Mountain's wet shoulder. He watches and revels in how much wetter the slide of their skin is, Mountain dripping enough pre to rival a water ghoul. His mouth waters and he wants everything Mountain has to offer.

The heat coils in his belly and he grits his teeth, he won't cum first, he refuses.

"Come on, be a good boy for me. Let me see, beautiful." Mountain whimpers and ruts his hips quicker. "That's it. You're so close, come on sweetheart just-"

He watches when he cums, how it shoots up across his stomach. He watches his chest heave, the sheen of sweat catching the light and Aeon leans forward to lick the taste from his chest when he cums, adding to the wet, sticky mess.

Aeon kisses him, grinning against his lips when someone bangs on the door and says they have to leave. Mountain's eyes go wide, glancing down at the mess and back up to Aeon's face.

"But-"

"No time." He shrugs, climbing from Mountain's lap, tucking himself back into his pants.

"You planned this?"

"And if I did?" His eyes flash and he watches Mountains Adam's apple bob when he swallows. "I want to watch them want you. I'm curious who will break first."

Mountain blushes but his cock twitches despite how it lays spent against the zip of his pants. He whines when Aeon grips his chin, his thumb pressing against his lips. Heat lightning in his eyes, a warning, something that makes Mountain want to tempt fate.

"I want to watch them want you and know they can't have you. You're mine. Isn't that right?"

He nods, resisting the urge to pull Aeon's thumb between his lips. "Yes."

"That's my good boy. Grab a hoodie. Leave that." He points to their combined mess drying on his stomach.

He follows behind Aeon to the bus, feet heavy and brain still a bit fuzzy until he sees the way everyone snaps around to look at him, the way their pupils blow when his scent fills the space.

Aeon sits and pulls the giant down beside him, guiding him until his head rests on the quints shoulder and he can press his nose into his still damp hair. Rain smirks across the way, eyes on Dew who's biting his lip and tenting his sweats, eyes glued to Mountain.

He flicks his gaze over and smiles into Mountains hair. Lus' tail swishes behind her, lips red and parted. She crosses her legs and clenches her thighs.

Dew's a good candidate for who will try to pounce first, Rain knows from experience, but Aeon has $20 on Lus and he hadn't lost a bet yet...

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Shouldn't you all be writing because you love to write? Why the hell should it matter. If I'm reading and leaving a like you see that someone likes it. You are all just looking for the notes and it doesn't make sense. You can't make us reblog if we don't want to. Likes should be enough.

We do write because we love to write. But it's not easy to carry a love for something that people don't seem to appreciate anymore. Likes don't get our work seen by more people in our community, we share because it's meant to be shared.

You're right that we can't make you reblog but we can stop sharing what we put our time and effort into. And I think it was @0-miles-away that said it but you'll then be the same ones complaining that we're not writing anymore and coming in and telling us how much you miss us.

I've taken a huge step back from writing on both of my blogs because of this, because it feels like why should I bother putting time in if no one seems to be enjoying anything I post anymore? We've already lost so many amazing creators in our fandom and at this rate we are going to lose a lot more.

Arts meant to be shared. That's it that's all.

#tf are these anons lately #just why are you sending it in the ask box #if you don't like it just scroll it ig #why are you guys so mad at artists and writers #I love this community and its creators #I just don't get it why there's so much hate just because the authors want their work to be appreciated #sending love to everyone your work is beautiful and your work is important

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Hello 🌟

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evil is necessary

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Ahem. *taps my tiny microphone (there’s a little bit of feedback—sorry)* You know what? Quick shout out to the people here who kept this fandom alive between last show of the Re-Imperatour and the trailer release. You’re the real ones. Whether you were creating art/fanfiction/gifs/etc. or sharing them—thank you for sticking around. Your passion and creativity did not go unnoticed and I just wanted to say I appreciate every single one of you. ♡

#♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

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this beautiful afternoon I give you the better...

Alpha Era I

Gibson SG Standard in Heritage Cherry

Gibson SG Standard in Classic White

White Gibson RD

Omega Era I

2009 custom Gibson RD Standard Reissue in black gloss

Black and white Gibson Kirk Hammet 1979 Flying V

I'm not sure about this one. It looks like a Pureslem Cardinal but it's a bit off, plus the neck and head don't match, they look Gibson-ish. It may be a custom, no-name or a mix.

Alpha Era II

White custom Gibson RD

Omega Era II

2009 custom Gibson RD Standard Reissue

Alpha Era III

White + red custom Gibson RD

Omega Era III

1977/1978 Gibson RD Artist Sunburst

2009 custom Gibson RD Standard Reissue in black gloss

Delta Era III

Gibson SG standard in black gloss

Ifrit Era III

Unknown version of Hagstrom Fantomen Stock White Gloss

Hagstrom Fantomen Stock White Gloss

Aether Era III

Hagstrom Fantomen Stock Black Gloss

Dewdrop Era IV

Hagstrom Fantomen Stock White Gloss with mods

Hagstrom Fantomen Custom White Gloss with mods

Hagstrom Siljan II Dreadnought CE in black gloss acoustic

Aether Era IV

Hagstrom Fantomen Stock Black Gloss

Hagstrom Fantomen Custom Black Gloss

Hagstrom Siljan II Grand Auditorium 12 String acoustic

Swiss Era IV

Hagstrom Viking Deluxe Baritone in black gloss

Hagstrom Siljan II Dreadnought CE in black gloss acoustic

Rain Era IV

Hagstrom Siljan II Dreadnought CE in black gloss acoustic (borrowed from Swiss for the duration of the acoustic set)

Dewdrop Era V

This is a bit tricky so I'm giving a disclaimer at the beginning. There's enough Stratocaster models and versions for me to not be able to determine them with 100% accuracy, especially with the way Dewdrop has them all modified and customized. Stuff below are my best guesses based on the knowledge I have, but that would mean even more customizations and possibly swtiching out the necks, so just keep that in mind.

Olympic (dirty) White Fender EOB Signature Sustainer Stratocaster with some personal-preference kinda mods

Olympic (dirty) White Fender LTD American Performer Stratocaster with heavy mods, including Seymour-Duncan Hot Rail pickups and Floyd Rose locking tremolo system

Arctic/Polar (pure) White Fender LTD American Performer Stratocaster with heavy mods, including Seymour-Duncan Hot Rail pickups and Floyd Rose locking tremolo system

Olympic (dirty) White Fender LTD American Performer Stratocaster with lighter mods, including Seymour-Duncan Hot Rail pickups

Arctic/Polar (pure) White Fender LTD American Performer Stratocaster with lighter mods, including Seymour-Duncan Hot Rail pickups

Aether Era V