comm for @papaemeritusthefifth ! this was fun to make
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Thinking about sleepy Swiss.
Barely awake Swiss who purrs up a storm as Aurora cups his face in her hands and coos at him.
Sexy morning voice Swiss who sends Dew's brain into overdrive just my mumbling "good morning".
Exhausted Swiss who crawls into Aether's lap and faceplants into his chest.
Swiss who rests his head sleepily on Cirrus' shoulder in the tour bus, tail wagging lazily when she scratches him behind the horns.
Swiss who manhandles Phantom until he can use his chest as a pillow, listening to his heartbeat.
Sleep-deprived Swiss who lays down on the sun-warmed dock at the lake, one hand brushing the surface of the water for Rain to hold onto whenever he might want to while Swiss dozes off.
Swiss letting out a jaw-dislocating yawn, distracting Sunshine as she stares at the thick fangs it displays.
Swiss who tugs Mountain on top of him on the couch so that he can have his own personal weighted blanket.
Swiss who absent-mindedly nips and kisses at Cumulus' forearms whenever she holds his drowsy form, his eyes half-shut.
Bonus : Swiss and Ifrit napping together as close as physically possible, legs, arms and tails tangled, Ifrit's head on Swiss chest and the multi ghoul's face burried in Ifrit's hair, just cozy big boy cuddle with motor-like purring as a soundtrack.
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Omega, standing in front of the whiteboard: "Okay, I hereby call this meeting of the Quintessence Council to order. First things first, I'd like to take a head count. Aether?"
Aether, leaning back in his chair: "Present."
Omega: "Aeon?"
Aeon, facedown on the table: "Here."
Omega: "Delta?"
Delta, bullying Dew via text: "Here."
Omega, looking around the room: "No Swiss today?"
Aether, reaching over and lowering Delta's phone onto the table: "He's leaning more towards his fire side right now, so he's at the bonfire with Ifrit and Alpha, and before you ask, because I know you worry, Dew's on greenhouse duty with the earth elementals and the other water/water hybrids."
Omega, relieved: "Good, now we don't have to worry about any fights..."
Aeon, sitting upright: "So what's our topic for today?"
Omega, turning the whiteboard around, showing the text 'Group Therapy: How Not To Be Burned By Your Emotions' on it: "...The fire ghouls were in here yesterday I see..." -erasing it- "We need ideas for the church fundraiser."
Delta: "Are we finally going to make that calendar we keep joking about?"
Aether: "The sexy one or the one with the Papas as frogs?"
Aeon: "Sexy frogs?"
Omega, actually writing these ideas down: "I was thinking something like a bake sale, but I'm down for whatever really-"
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REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD
From Chris’ IG THEY MET UP IN VEGAS OMG I loooooooove
DEWTHER SUPREMACY
Like seriously this is making my entire life🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
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- Welcome to the Ghoul weather forecast -
Dewdrop: Hail Satan
Aether: Rain Satan
Rain: Snow Satan
Mountain: Tomorrow there's a 90% chance of precipisatan
Swiss: It'll be foggy in the morning, lots of condensatan
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@kkaisarion: #it's like they're kissing across someone's cock i mean mic i mean cock i mean m–
how do we feel about sliding copia's cock right in between there?
𝒐𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒎
explicit. 589 words.
⛧
Know you’re stressed. Us too.
Let us take the edge off.
And that’s how Copia eventually found himself thrust between the lips of his two guitarists; biting into his knuckles to stifle the unbecoming sounds falling from his lips, a haze of weed smoke pleasantly clouding his anxious mind, and sunk deep into a plush (miraculous for a hotel) armchair that the two ghouls unceremoniously plopped him into after they started pawing at him over his clothes.
What a sight they are together. Poised just like they are sometimes onstage, leaning in close for backup vocals, but instead of a microphone, their lips close the distance to kiss across his cock, messily making out along the shaft. It’s sloppy, full of saliva and tongue. Full of sidelong glances through droopy eyes, lazy smirks shared between the two that make his balls twitch.
Dew kneads at his thigh. “Could fuck you, if you wanted.” The suggestion sends a zing of dizzy pleasure up Copia’s spine, and he almost draws blood from his fist. The fire ghoul noses into the close cropped hair at the base of his cock, looking up at him with a siren stare of molten copper. Alluring. Striking confidence despite the warmth on his face from the weed. Copia’s also struck with the amusing image of a wide-eyed cat stalking its prey.
“Or,” Aether pipes up, moving to kiss the slender head of his cock. His hand sneaks out to Dew’s ass, wrapping around the base of his tail and tugging. Copia watches his eyes roll back as he moans into his groin, arching into the quint ghoul’s touch. “Could give you a little show.” He pets down the length of Dew’s ashen hair, pulls at the ends. “If you wanted.”
“Hah–shit,” he gasps, nearly bucking into the warmth of Aether’s mouth. Dew slides his lips down to his balls, and he has to hide his face in his hands lest he cum just from the sight of him sucking them in.
“Let us see,” he whines in protest, reaching up to tug weakly at Copia’s elbow.
Aether hums in agreement. “Don’t hide, Papa.”
He wheezes out a laugh, delirious and wholly out of his mind. “You two will be the fucking death of me,” he groans.
“Gonna cum like this, huh?”
“Cazzo, ti prego,” he groans.
“Think that means yes, please, Aether, shove my cock down your throat so I can cum in it,” Dew mumbles into the seam of his balls. Bastard of a ghoul. Copia silently curses his brother posthumously for always picking the pretty, silver-tongued ones.
“Always so mean to your Papa–ah!” He can’t finish his chiding, because Aether, indeed, swallows down most of his cock in one go, his nose just brushing against Dew’s where they meet at the base. The smaller ghoul trills and rubs the tips of them together, fluttering his lashes up at the anti-pope. All at once he feels like a mouse trapped in a corner by two fanged beasts ready to pounce. Already easy to feel that way with his ghouls in a half-glamoured state, but the way they look at him at this moment makes his stomach burn too deliciously.
Aether starts to suck, hollowing out his cheeks to take him base to tip, over and over. Snaking his hand into Dew’s hair to press him right into Copia’s taint.
“C’mon, Papa, we’ve got you,” Aether slurs around his tip. Dew moans his agreement, vibrations from his voice causing his thighs to jump. “Just let go.”
please consider reblogging ♡
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hear me out: dew lost his gills when he transitioned to fire but his neck is still very sensitive where the gills were
You're so right and forgive me if I lose my mind about it a little.
Some Dewther "gill" fucking filth under the cut.
It's an accidental discovery. Aether reaching up to trace his fingers over those silvery scars on his neck. Still fresh. Dew, staring up at him, vulnerable--afraid to let himself be explored like this. Body feeling somewhere between home and completely new. He keeps his hands at his sides, fists clenched, nails digging cresents into his palms. It's hard to be seen like this--touched like this. He's never been good with intimacy.
Aether's reverent, devoted. Eyes big and wide as he touches Dew. Feather light, barely there, over every inch of warm skin Dew will let him. Watching as Dew's skinny chest heaves with each stuttering breath. Panic mixed with arousal. Aether has him naked--unable to hide. He dips his fingers into the hollow of Dew's throat and watches as Dew's cock twitches against his thigh.
Dew stays as still as he can, would do anything to keep Aether like this. Despite the strange twist of anxiety he gets from letting himself be seen, it's the way Aether looks at him that fixes it. Like he is everything. Like there is something in him worth marveling at.
The first touch of Aether's fingers on his scars is like lightening through his skin. A jolt. For a minute it's like he still has gills. That same alarm bell sensitivity of fingers aren't supposed to go here. Dew lets out a whine and Aether pulls his hand back.
"Sorry. I didn't--do they hurt?"
"Do it again," Dew whispers. Silence hangs, Aether blinks at him, fingers uncurling. "Please?"
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Doesn't hurt," Dew promises. "Please, Aeth."
Aether reaches out, drags the calloused pad of his index finger over the middle scar and Dew hisses. Eyes slamming shut, cock kicking to life. Almost fully hard now, twitching between his legs as Aether pets.
Dew arches, tips his head to the side to give Aether better access. "More."
He'd thought he lost this. This electrical current feeling. The brutal sensitivity of his gills that never fails to turn him to goo. It was an unfortuante side-effect of a transition that he needed--that he wanted. But to have it back? He shudders as Aether adds two more fingers, petting over each silver scar. A methodic back and forth motion that makes Dew groan.
His cock spits pre into his happy trail. He thinks that if Aether decided to curl his whole hand around his throat, to press the pads of his fingers to the scars on both sides, if Aether was to squeeze--just a little--Dew could cum.
He can't ask for it though--doesn't know how. Words are fleeting. All he knows how to do is unclench his fists and get his hands on himself. One to cup his balls, the other to polish the sticky head of his cock.
"That good?" Aether teases. He starts to pull his fingers away and Dew's eyes snap open. He shakes his head. Pulling at his cock frantically, lips falling open.
"Nononono don't--you gotta--fuck, Aeth--don't stop, please don't stop."
Aether grins at him, bending forward to block Dew's view of anything but him. He kisses him, sweetly, on that pouting lower lip.
"Never," Aether promises.
Dew doesn't realize his mistake until after he cums, painting his belly and knuckles in creamy white. And Aether doesn't stop, fingers still dragging over. He fits his hand around Dew's throat, splaying his fingers across the scars on both sides. Dew's eyes fly open, he twitches. Overstimulation rocketing through him.
"Wait--Aeth--too much--"
Aether leans down to kiss his sweaty forehead, his smile turns predatory.
"You told me not to stop."
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Their size difference does things to me…
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Phantom: Why is Dewdrop so small
Aether: ..What?
Dewdrop, glaring at Phantom: I’m not small.
Phantom, Looking at Swiss and Dewdrop confused: Yeah you are, Swiss said that heat rises and you uhh.. you didn’t?
Swiss: ..Bug no
Phantom, even more confused: He also said that to stay cooler you have to stay low to the ground..
Aether, trying not to laugh: And your not that cool either
Dewdrop pouting and glaring at Aether: Shut the fuck up
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not a day goes by without me thinking of them. i'm not crying, you are.
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Aether using forced orgasm quintessence to make ifrit make a mess of himself so he can use his cum to fuck those pretty little thighs
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Aether: Are you ok?
Phantom: No! I took the cereal bag out of the box and now it won't fit back in!
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🧶 Things Cumulus crocheted - HC🧶
Cumulus loves to crochet and she is really good at it, and because she is the nicest ghoul you’ll ever meet, she makes little things for the others all the time. This is what she has gifted the others (not all of it though, it would not fit in one post)
Mountain
It’s his favorite tree and it fits perfectly in his room, she put fairy lights in it too. This is probably one of his favorites
Aurora
This is the only thing you’ll see her wear in the summer. She loves the colors, the design and how comfortable it is
Swiss
She did a bunch of these but with his favorite records, he will never admit it, but he can’t sleep without them in his bed
Phantom
He refuses to use any other hat than this one and you can’t make him
Cirrus
This is so Cirrus, she loves it so much and wears it all the time
Aether
It’s one of his most treasured items, since he’s a quintessence ghoul he can feel the love she put in this while making it, it’s like an never ending hug
Dew
Since he can’t keep real plants alive she made him a bunch of these in different colors
Rain
His hands are always cold so she made these for him. It fits his vibe perfectly and he wears them everyday in the winter
Omega
There is a special wall in the infirmary where hangs these up with pictures of all the brave siblings of sin
Copia
His office was looking a bit boring so she made these and sneaked them in when he couldn’t see, he still hasn’t realized they’re there
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~ The Boyz Are Back In Town ~
📸 - Chris' instagram
(edit for credit)
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Quintessence ghoul. Pencil drawing and Procreate (on my phone lol)
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HEAR ME OUT, OMEGA AND AETHER PRESSING THEIR TUMMIES TOGETHER FOR PHANTOM TO PATHETICALLY FUCK
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