#mountain x swiss

[ghuleh-draws]

oh i'm like two days late so feel free to ignore if you don't take requests anymore or whatever ahgsggs what about swissalps? surprising, coming from me, I know, but maybe?👉👈

dude what if they kissed ♡

#liss draws #the band ghost #ghost fanart #ghost band #ghost band fanart #the band ghost fanart #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain x swiss #swissalps

[forlorn-crows]

you wanted promts... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS NASTY BUT CUTE SWISSALPS THEYRE FILTHY LITTLE DUDES BUT THEYRE SO IN LOVEEEEEE

there's some cuteness in here, i swear it. mountain is a goober after all. but it's mainly nasty. @rrriver also requested rimming with dealer's choice of ghouls, so here we are (did you think it'd be swissalps, river? probably one out of two you thought it be lmao)

nasty ghouls under the cut. rimming and oral and fingering and fucking (oh my). top mountain came out to play today.

Swiss keens, tosses his head back. Mountain’s tongue is so good, so wet, so hypnotizing, he can’t form anymore coherent thoughts. Anything close to a thought fizzled out as soon as the earth ghoul pinned him down to the bed with only a hand on his sternum and a few honeyed words. 

“Mount—unholy shit, baby,” he groans when the muscle dips inside. Gripping his cock in a tight fist when it leaks a bead of pre onto his stomach. Mountain hums—loud and rumbly on purpose—and digs his fingers into the multi ghoul’s spread thighs, pushing his knees closer to his chest. Really spreading him out nice and wide so he can lick deep.

“H-how do you get so far in there,” Swiss damn near whines. He starts to jerk in earnest, wet strokes that make his thighs jump and his toes twitch. 

Mountain chuckles. He sucks on his rim lightly before pulling away, displaying his lengthened, unglamoured tongue as he licks his lips. He cradles a fang with the split end, making it flutter teasingly when Swiss cranes his head up to look. 

And promptly lets it thud back down with a strained noise as his hand polishes the sticky tip of his cock.

“All the better to taste you with, darling,” Mountain lilts. Relishing in the desperation wafting off his partner. 

“Fuck,” the multi-ghoul says intelligently. “That’s hot, baby, that’s fuckin’ hot.”

Mountain hums and returns to his task. Alternating between spreading him with his tongue and kissing around his hole. Even daring to smooth his thin fingers along the apex of his thighs, running through coarse curls until the digits press and tickle his balls. 

It’s enough to drive Swiss crazy. He bites his lip until it threatens to bleed and pulls at himself without a care for pacing. Precum wrung from the slit with every involuntary clench, every stroke slicker than the last. 

“Oh fuck, Mount, you’re gonna—hmpf gonna make me cum, feels so good,” Swiss babbles. Mountain can feel him twitch under his tongue, cheeks clenching as he nears the point of no return. A spike of urgency and need runs up his spine, and he pulls away with a string of saliva still connecting his tongue to Swiss’ hole. 

“Don’t,” he says gruffly. “Don’t cum. Not yet.” He presses against the space his tongue created, slipping a finger inside just up to the first knuckle. Swiss gasps, hand stilling. “Want you on my cock,” Mountain breathes. 

“Oh,” Swiss chokes out. Risks another squeeze to his cock before nodding and pulling away. Mountain slips that finger all the way inside, folding his lanky body over him to kiss him softly, deeply. Gripping the fat over his hips as pumps the digit in and out. 

“There, Mount, yeah,” he groans. He loops his arms around Mountain’s neck, tangling his fingers in his mousy brown curls. Wraps a leg around him too, losing himself in the prep. Whining at the taste of himself on his tongue. 

“You feel how hard you make me?” the earth ghoul purrs, nudging their cocks together as he slips a second finger in. “Can’t wait to get you on it. Bounce you til you’re shaking.”

Swiss moans, long and wanton. Mountain huffs a laugh against his lips when he clenches around the stretch, the deepest parts of him caressing his fingers with a firm seal. 

“Gimme another, I can take it,” he begs, rocking into his hand. 

“Eager,” Mountain teases. “But I like you like this, edelweiss.” He rubs their noses together. “Begging.” Kisses the corner of his mouth. “Desperate.” Another kiss at the hinge of his jaw. “Wet.” He whispers that right into his ear, rolling their hips together and crooking his fingers into the spot that makes him melt. 

“Satanas, help me,” he wheezes. His tail betrays him, thumping against the bed in an eager rhythm. 

The earth ghoul sucks the lobe of his ear into his mouth, humming when Swiss arches and groans loudly. “Shh, just open up for me. Let me treat you right.”

“Anything, fuck, whatever you want, baby, shit.”

Mountain smiles against his skin. Pushing on the back of one thigh so Swiss exposes himself further. “Good. Just like that.” Swiss’s cock twitches against his when he splays his fingers. Wringing from him another broken groan. “That’s it.”

Mountain may be quick to get all four fingers inside, but he certainly lets the stretch settle in, spreading and thrusting and working him open until he’s panting and almost loose against his hand. 

“C’mere,” he says softly once Swiss starts begging again. Slipping his fingers out and guiding him to straddle his lap. Mountain folds his legs up underneath him, creating a cradle for his body once he sinks all the way down. “Right there, there we are, darling.”

Mountain holds Swiss with one hand on his lower back, placing kisses along his sternum as he lines up the wide head of his cock with the other hand. Teasing it against his slack entrance as the multi ghoul clings to his shoulders. 

“Please,” Swiss whispers. His cock throbs between them, neglected all this time yet hardly flagged at all. 

“I’ve got you,” Mountain assures him. He rubs the tip against his hole, pushing until the head pops in. And he keeps going, easing Swiss down with two hands on his ass, steadily lowering until he reaches the base. Bottoming out with a strained huff and shaky legs. 

“Fuck—”

“—yes.” Mountain pulls him flush, chest to chest. Tucking his face into the crook of Swiss’ neck and breathing in patchouli and whiskey tinged with need. He just holds him there, warm and balls-deep. Overwhelmed with both arousal and love. 

Above him, Swiss whines. He shifts a little in his lap, grunting when his cock rubs against Mountain’s stomach. 

The earth ghoul holds him tighter. “Okay, edelweiss?” 

“So fuckin’ big,” he groans. Mountain barks a laugh, skating his nails up and down Swiss’ back. He pulls back and gives him a peck on the lips, looking at him fondly and admiring the dark blush on his cheeks and the sweat on his hairline. He smiles and tucks his face back into his neck. 

That is, not before dragging his lips up the prominent tendons in his neck, stopping once more at the shell of his ear and muttering into it, so low it sends a shiver right up Swiss’ spine:

“You can take it.”

#ask #hypnoneghoul #river #ficlet #the band ghost #ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfic #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #swissalps #mountain/swiss #swiss/mountain #swiss x mountain #mountain x swiss #hope you like!! #thats three in one week jeeze #and yet i still feel like i cant write lmao

[miasmaghoul]

There is so much talk of creaming jorts on my blog right now and you know, it gave me a devious idea:

Mountain (or another ghoul of your choosing ofc, but it is still march haha) is getting close to the start of a rut, which has them feeling a little posessive a packmate pre-ritual. Like he needs to claim them a little to scratch the itch under their skin. What if they were having a sneaky make out session before curtain call and he unbuckled the others belt, creamed into their jorts undies and buckled them back up, just in time for them to feel him all ritual?

Gross.

I love it.

Leaned more into the possessive side of things, hope you don't mind!

(This has been sitting in my drafts for months I'm SO SORRY pretend it's still March shhhh)

Mountain breathes deep through his nose, trying to focus on the book in his hand as the van trundles down the road toward tonight's venue. It's some pulpy crime novel he'd grabbed at the last airport they visited, something intended to distract more than entertain, but despite being more than halfway through it Mountain couldn't name a single character if he tried.

He can't help it. Can't think about anything but the way every inch of him has started to buzz, how the very air around him hums.

There's a specific sort of pressure in the back of his head. Rigidity in the muscles along his spine. A disquieting tingle that's come to settle into his gut. It all speaks to one thing, and it couldn't be coming at a worse time.

It had started last night, a sharp spike of nearly painful arousal that had hit him in the middle of the night. Had roused him from an otherwise very sound sleep and jolted him so badly that the oversized ghoul had hit his head on the ceiling of his bunk. It hardly registered, Mountain honed in exclusively on the sudden, urgent need for release.

Rock hard and leaking already, he'd wasted no time in shoving his hands into his sleep sweats, gripping himself and pumping his hips into the tight channel of both fists. Forced to bite his tongue to mute the harsh groan threatening to escape his throat when he blew in a matter of seconds, eyes shut so tight that colors bloomed behind his lids.

It happened again in the bus shower this morning, Mountain struck by a wave of need so intense that he'd doubled over and nearly slipped. He'd lasted a little longer that time, not that he'd needed to, and the wet sound of his soapy hand flying over his cock still echoed in his ears. That one had left him dizzy, left him panting against the shower wall while he watched his load swirl down the drain.

There really are few things worse than an unexpected rut.

He knows that the others know, but most of them don't acknowledge it. He'd caught them all staring at different points, nostrils flared, but they were quick to look away. Dew, Rain, Cirrus and Cumulus did their best to be sly about it, furtive glances cast during casual conversation. Aeon and Aurora weren't quite so subtle - he could smell the pair of them from down the length of the bus. Could see Aeon getting chubby in his too-tight jeans and Aurora squeezing her thighs together. Both tempting in their own ways, to be sure.

But then there was Swiss.

Swiss, who he'd heard noisily tugging at himself in the bunk below while he came down from his first orgasm.

Swiss, who had been standing bright-eyed and grinning just outside the bathroom after Mountain's shower.

Swiss, who had spent the entire morning tossing him hungry glances and touching him at every possible opportunity.

Swiss, who now sits pressed tightly to his side in the cramped van while Mountain does his damnedest to ignore the heat of his body, the spice of his cologne and the weight of the hand on his knee.

Mountain can hardly think for how badly he wants. Wants to wrench Swiss's arm behind his back, get a hand in his hair and shove his tongue down his throat. Wants to tug Swiss into his lap in front of everyone and feel him up, wants to suck deep, dark marks into his neck while he grinds against his ass. Wants to get Swiss's strong legs over his shoulders, wants to get so deep inside that Swiss can't do anything but writhe and beg for his -

"You're growling, big guy," Swiss informs him, voice silken gravel, and Mountain nearly tears his book in half. He gives the other ghoul a sidelong glance, and Mountain knows that if they weren't glamoured Swiss would be smiling with every fang in his mouth. "Somethin' on your mind?"

Mountain doesn't deign to answer him, instead choosing to stare at the page he hasn't turned in the last ten minutes. To pretend his dick isn't hard as granite and leaking into the two pairs of too-tight underwear he'd shoved himself into.

He's first out of the van when they finally pull up to the amphitheater, sucking down heavy lungfuls of fresh, summertime air in an effort to clear his head. To wash away the heady scent of smoky whiskey, black pepper and bitter herbs stuck in his nose. To allow himself to think about anything but the familiar warmth of Swiss's body.

About the way he always holds himself open when Mountain bends him over. The way he moans in that deliciously whorish way when Mountain pushes in. The way Swiss's voice drops to a rasp and his breathing goes shallow when Mountain grips those narrow hips with bruising force. The way he grabs at his own hair when Mountain fucks him just right. The way Swiss's pretty little hole stretches around his -

"Mount!"

Rain's voice shakes him from his stupor, and as his cock pulses and leaks to memories of Swiss, Mountain hurries over to join his packmates. Rain gives him a worried look.

"Hey, you alright?" He reaches out to touch Mountain's arm, but seems to think better of it. Instead, he crosses his arms over his chest. "I know you're, uh..." he makes a vague southward gesture, "...struggling."

"I'm fine," Mountain grumbles, not so subtly adjusting himself and hoping he hasn't soaked a wet spot into his jeans. He catches a whiff of warm spice and old weed, and as Swiss breezes past them Mountain can practically feel his pupils narrow.

Rain seems less than convinced when Mountain proceeds to crack his knuckles, but he drops the subject nonetheless. They head inside together, and Mountain does his best to put on his game face.

He still stops in a bathroom along the way, unable to erase the image of Swiss stretched and keening from his mind. He spills into the toilet with the other ghoul's name on his tongue, and huffs out an irritated sigh when no relief follows.

This is going to be a very long show.

Still though, the hours between arrival and showtime pass in a blur. Soundcheck comes and goes, as do their myriad meetings with venue staff and conversations with their techs.

Through it all, Mountain can feel golden eyes boring into him. In the halls, on stage, in the dressing room. Mountain does his best to ignore the weight of Swiss's gaze as he applies his face paint, but the only other thing he can think of is the red-hot tangle of urgency between his legs. He meets Swiss's eyes in the vanity mirror as he slips on his helmet, the other ghoul peering at him over Rain's shoulder while they chat across the room.

He offers a wink through his lenses, and Mountain's balls ache.

The call comes for ten minutes til showtime, and the others make their way from the dressing one by one. Swiss doesn't so much as move from his position against the wall. Mountain can feel his breaths coming quicker as Aurora and Cumulus share a sideways hug, the door clicking shut behind them, and then they're alone.

They're alone, and Swiss grins.

Mountain's across the room in two stride, and before Swiss can so much as breathe he's pinned to the wall by his throat. Mountain snarls in his face, leaning in until he can feel Swiss' breath on his lips, hot and tobacco tinged.

"Why must you always insist on being such a fucking tease?"

Swiss' lips curl up at the corners despite the pressure on his neck, and something predatory prickles at the back of Mountain's mind.

"Not my fault you're thrown' off pheromones like crazy," he said, just a little strained. Swiss rolls his hips towards his pelvis and Mountain's stomach gives a mighty swoop. "Can't blame me for wanting a taste."

Swiss licks at the air, breathes deep, and Mountain squeezes his throat so tight his eyes roll back.

"Can't even ask for what you want, can you?" The taller ghoul's other hand finds Swiss' belt and Mountain unbuckles it with aggresive fingers. He knows he's growling as best he can through his glamour, and the way Swiss shivers says he gets the message. "Too stupid to use your words? Just have to be a fucking tease about it?"

Swiss gives him a hurried nod as he swallows against the pressure of Mountain's palm, and he grunts when Mountain yanks his pants and briefs down in one go. A rough hand gropes his rapidly thickening cock, and Swiss visibly winces, eyes bright.

"Don't make that face." Mountain pulls his hand from Swiss' growing chubby to unzip his own pants, to fish himself out through his already stained briefs. "You asked for this." He groans at his own touch, cock hot and heavy in his hand. He smears the wet tip of it over Swiss' shaft and the sensation wrenches a moan from him.

Swiss licks his lips, nods again as his eyes drift south, and as Mountain starts to stroke himself he chokes out a pained huff. Mountain's hold on the other ghoul's throat never slackens, not even as his chest starts to heave while his cock jumps. He pulls at himself with firm tugs, each one sounding slicker than the last. Swiss lets his helmet thud back against the wall, hands coming up to rest on Mountain's forearm. He rocks forward and Mountain growls, can't keep himself from pressing closer. From crowding Swiss to the wall and bumping his fat cock with every pass of his fist.

"I'm going to give you something special." They're close enough that Swiss's breath clouds his lenses. Mountain's balls are starting to go tight already, the tension settled into every part of his body melting into tingly heat that has his shoulders sagging. "Something to think about while you're dancing like a whore for all those people."

He works himself hard and fast, the urgent heat in his veins threatening to set his skin alight. Swiss's ignored cock bobs and bounces, the other ghoul gripping his choking arm tight and spitting tight curses through clenched fangs every time Mountain nudges it.

"Touch me," Swiss manages to spit, blunt nails digging through his shirt. He bucks as best he can, but all that accomplishes is a brief bump against Mountain's fist. "Mount - Mount you gotta -"

He gurgles when Mountain squeezes him into silence, huffing while he polishes his leaking tip.

"Shut up," he bites out, teeth clenched chest heaving. "Sluts don't get to make demands."

For once in his life, Swiss keep his mouth shut.

It's no time at all before Mountain's balls draw up, his hips twitching in animalistic jerks. He grunts with every stroke, brow knit behind his mask, and the closer he gets the better Swiss's strained gurgling sounds.

"Gonna make sure they all know you're mine."

Swiss's cock spits a blurt of pre that hits his stroking hand, and with an impossibly deep moan Mountain shoots in thick ropes that splatter against his cock, balls and muscular thighs. Heavy streaks that cling to heated skin and coarse hair. That leave him filthy and marked in a way that has Swiss's knees wobbling. Mountain doesn't release his throat until his cock dribbles its last, and the deep, starved breath Swiss sucks in is musc to Mountain's ears.

He steps away while Swiss catches his breath and struggles to keep his legs under him, heads back to vanity to clean himself up. He hisses as the hand towel he finds scratches at his sensitive flesh, and in the mirror Swiss catches his eyes once more.

"Just gonna leave me like this?" Swiss pants, gesturing at his flushed, messy cock. He sounds surprised, and Mountain really can't imagine why. A pearly stripe drips, beads up to leave a stain in his undies that has Mountain drooling.

"Deal with it," he rumbles in response, tucking himself away and fastening his belt. "I want to smell it on you tonight."

He has the pleasure of watching Swiss' eyelids droop behind his lenses at the timbre of his voice, rich with intent. Mountain grabs his sticks and heads to join the others, and the sound of Swiss's zipper makes him smirk. There's something deeply satisfying about leaving him sticky and wanting, and even though he's hard again halfway through Kaisarion Mountain finds it easy to lose himself in his musicmaking.

Until Watcher in the Sky comes up and he makes the mistake of peeking over at Swiss's platform while Dew's guitar wails. Finds him on his knees and elbows with his ass in the air.

As both of his sticks splinter in half, Mountain swears he's going to make Swiss cry tonight.

It's what the slut deserves.

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul (in the distance) #mountain/swiss #mountain x swiss #swissalps #im not rereading this before i post so if you see mistakes #no you dont #moony this is YOUR FAULT

[dwritesit]

hi hi hi hehehe heard you're taking drawing requests... u think I could get a little swissalps doodle? pretty please, love ya😚

ANYTHING FOR YOUUUU ♡ (mounty is enamored)

#swissalps #swiss army ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain x swiss #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ddrawedit #the band ghost art #i love my hubby

[p1nkcanoe]

the polaroid collection: mountain

this is part six of the polaroid collection, based off of 'picture this'. you can either find the masterlist here, read on ao3, or read below:

Mountain is a predictable ghoul. Detail oriented. A strict schedule follower… 

Every morning he gets up at the same time and puts on the same mud-stained apron over his work clothes, brews himself a steaming cup of coffee with a splash of milk and two sugars, and heads out to the greenhouse. He works for about four hours, sometimes more to ensure everything is growing and green, lifting heavy bags of dirt over his broad shoulders and organizing a million containers of seeds with calloused fingers until he’s sore. Then he’ll head back in towards the den around lunchtime and place his dirt-covered sandals right outside the door, dusting off his clothes on the lawn to make sure he doesn’t spatter the stone slab in front of the door with soil – because it would be so rude of him to leave such a tiny mess for someone else to step in. 

It’s almost infuriating how perfect he is. 

But after he gets a bite to eat, eating the leftovers in the fridge and scrubbing the dirty dishes, he then disappears into his bedroom to cleanse his body of the lingering filth of the gardens. And for the majority of his packmates, they believe that that is where his strenuous morning routine ends; a nice, relaxing bath. What they don’t know is that the earth ghoul always takes a lengthy, less-than-glamorous moment to jerk his rock hard, stress-induced erection to completion before hopping into the bath. 

Always. 

It’s like clockwork at this point. Swiss listens for his heavy footsteps outside the hall, listens for the quiet click of his bedroom lock, and then it’s only a matter of minutes before the soft groans begin floating in through the old vent connecting their rooms. It’s a blessing it’s there, really. It’s like music to Swiss’ ears when he hears him. That big, sweet, considerate ghoul with a huge heart and an even bigger dick… 

Oooh and he really likes it when Mountain works longer hours than usual, because it means that he can smell him. And fuck does he smell delightful. A dizzying combination of sweat and stress and lustful pheromones that drive the multi ghoul absolutely mad despite only being able to imagine what he looks like on the other side. He wants to eat him up, get a taste, and it doesn’t help that he stinks particularly strong today. 

His feet carry him out of his desk chair and through Mountain’s bedroom door before he can fully process the possibility that Mountain may not be alone. Cock already generously tenting the front of his shorts, the sight of the ghoul half-naked on his bed with his fist wrapped around his dick is almost enough to make him forget entirely about the camera clutched in his hand. 

He looks really good – Swiss knew he would. He’s got his tight undershirt bunched up around his chest to keep it out of the way and his dirtied cargos are bundled in a heap around his ankles. The sudden intrusion into his space has the earth ghoul more than surprised, his cheeks pink and his breathing heavy, but Swiss doesn’t care. 

Upon bursting in, Mountain’s scent had hit him in the face like the bus they ride around in during tour. So gross, so pungent, so thick. Swiss watches as his hand struggles to fight between continuing to get himself off or hiding himself away. Nostrils flaring, pupils dilating… Mountain cups his balls with his other hand under Swiss’ intense gaze, suddenly insecure. 

“Hey, big guy,” Swiss says, an unnatural lilt to his voice as he gives the other ghoul a big, toothy smile. 

The suspicion doesn’t leave Mountain’s features as the multi ghoul stalks closer, eyes raking over the other’s form like he’s sizing him up. Then he finds the camera in his grasp and things begin to click into place at the same time that the heavy wooden door clicks into its frame. That look of confusion contorts into something cunning, his lips curling into a smirk as his fingers flex around the base of his shaft, wiggling the tip like a worm in front of a hungry fish. 

Green eyes flit from the camera up to find brilliant gold and a singular fang peeks out from behind Mountain’s chapped upper lip. 

“You know,” he starts and tilts his head to the side, “I heard about this little photography project you’ve had going on and I was wondering when you were gonna finally let me have my turn.” 

Swiss huffs, surprised at the shift towards confidence, his change in demeanor unexpected, but continues to encroach upon the other’s space until there’s only a few steps to separate them. He feels his cock stir again, pre welling at the tip and soaking into the fabric that struggles to constrain him. 

“Well you didn’t think I was gonna forget about you, did you?” 

Mountain shrugs. Much too smug to have his pants around his ankles like a little boy. “I’m not too sure. I was beginning to think that everyone was gonna have their turn and I was gonna be left out in the mud.” 

Swiss stalks a little bit closer, close enough to reach out if he wanted to. He doesn’t. His dick leads him in whichever direction he desires to go. 

“Oh, but darling, you know I love it when you get a little dirty.” A gold-tipped digit extends and begins to trail downwards over a flaky patch of dirt smeared over Mountain’s strong bicep. Swiss watches as his finger descends, Mountain watches his face. “And besides, you smell so delicious, I couldn’t possibly stay away.” 

The bigger ghoul falters for a moment, brow furrowing in slight confusion at his confession. 

“You could smell me?” 

Swiss finally meets his eyes and there’s a dangerous glint somewhere in there as his finger continues to linger on his skin, dragging down, down, down until his touch is feather-light. 

“Always. I know your schedule like the back of my hand, dirt boy.” 

Mountain glances upwards towards the rusted vent in the ceiling and Swiss chuckles in a way that makes him flash hot with embarrassment. He’s certainly heard more than he’d like to admit of Swiss’ late night rides and grinds – as has the other – but he had no idea that he could smell him. 

His eyes darken and he tsks at the multi ghoul, “you naughty ghoul…” 

Swiss’ finger drifts over to flick at a pebbled nipple before pulling away and shifting his weight back onto his heels, arms crossed across his chest. “Keep doing what you were doing,” he says and motions to him with a flick of his hand. “I wanna watch.” 

Now that Mountain knows what is up, he is happy to perform. He jerks his dick in long, slow strokes, kicking his pants off the rest of the way so that he can spread his knees and show all of himself off. Swiss stands just in front of him, so close yet so tantalizingly far away, watching intently with lust-blown eyes as the ruddy head of his cock appears and disappears in his fist. 

His hands are filthy, it’s obvious he’d made the decision not to wash them, and a sticky combination of fertilizer and dirt create a muddy residue that makes his dick all gritty and messy. Something about that is arousing. 

“Not afraid to get a little dirty, huh?” Swiss asks, eyes still fixed on his ministrations. 

Mountain rubs the muddy concoction into the folds of his foreskin and hums all pretty, ignoring the accusation in favor of being a little nasty. He likes nasty. 

“I’m pretty sure I’ve fucked you over a fresh bag of mulch before.” 

“Well we don’t have to get into specifics…”

“A little uncharacteristic of you now, is it not?” 

Swiss rolls his eyes dramatically and tells the other ghoul to scoot back further onto the bed. Then he peels off his own pants, his hard cock springing up to attention and bobbing as he walks forward to crawl into the massive earth ghoul’s lap, camera placed adjacent to them on the bed. It’s on, blinking and ready for whenever he decides to use it. 

Swiss gives himself a few strokes for good measure and to make sure he’s at full mast (he is) and keeps his eyes trained on the way that Mountain matches his pace with his own hand. He glances up and finds those pretty green eyes that are as blown out as his own and surges forward to capture his chapped lips in a kiss. 

It’s less of a kiss that they fall into, and more of a spit-slicked, open mouthed tangle of tongues. They steal each other's air when it escapes from their lungs and drink in each other’s noises that they make in their throat, replacing them with new ones until they’re throbbing in their hands and Swiss is moaning from the fresh bite of mint lingering on Mountain’s tongue. He tastes better than he imagined he would, and he sucks the taste directly from the source, drinking up the saliva that’s laced deliciously with the cool herb. 

“What’ve you been up to in there, hmm? Taste good.” 

Both of their voice’s are breathless, spoken directly into the other’s mouth. 

Mountain tugs at the flared ridge of his head and groans deep in his chest, “come visit me sometime and I’ll give you a tour.” 

Swiss pulls him in again by a hand on the back of his nape, biting on his swollen bottom lip and sucking on the tip of his tongue, and in the heat of it all Mountain nudges his hand away from his cock to slide their lengths together. The feeling of hot, slick skin against hot, slick skin makes both of them shudder all the way up their spines and the noises they make could make a demon blush. 

It’s Swiss who breaks their devouring kiss to peer down and watch as Mountain works their lengths together in one of his overly large hands. Some of the dirt already begins to rub off onto his underside. 

Mountain’s fat tip kisses Swiss’ frenulum with each and every stroke, sending intense jolts of pleasure up his spine with every little touch, no matter how intense. 

It feels way too good just to be rubbing their cocks together, and it looks even better. 

Mountain is so large. The sheer size of his girthy appendage nearly dwarfs Swiss’ own (which is no easy feat), and despite Swiss sitting atop his thighs, Mountain’s tip nearly matches up with him in length. Swiss reaches in to gather up a slick combination of their pre on his middle and index fingers and smears the digits over the other ghoul’s lips. He pushes them into his mouth and Mountain sucks gently, cleaning them with his tongue until they're clean and holding dangerous eye contact the entire time that he does. 

Gold and green, gold and green, gold and green…

They’re lucky it’s not mating season– the sight of him with his fingers in his mouth makes Swiss’ belly flip a million times. 

“The things you do to me…” he whispers, nearly inaudible, and Mountain parts his lips to let out a breathy laugh, carding his clean hand through Swiss’ thick curls and tugging his head back towards the ceiling. Swiss’ fingers slip out past his teeth coated in saliva. Swiss sucks it off. 

When Mountain suddenly decides to use both of his hands to get them off, squeezing an twisting his wrist and creating a pocket for them to fuck in tandem, Swiss feels himself being guided rapidly towards the edge of euphoria – and much faster than he’d anticipated. Both of their cocks are flushed dark and so shiny, and Swiss begins to spit curses through his teeth when Mountain shifts his magic touch to their leaking heads. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Mountain gasps out against Swiss’ jaw. He nips at the skin with his teeth, “are you gonna cum with me?” 

He almost sounds desperate. 

“No,” Swiss forces out. He surprises himself with how sure he sounds. The tightening in his balls begs to differ. Mountain’s brow scrunches together and he drops his jaw, clearly doing his best to stave off his impending orgasm. 

With the last ounce of control he has left, Swiss reaches for the camera, lining up the shot blindly at where they’re pressed so hotly together. 

“Want it just like this,” he moans and Mountain grips them both at the base, “so hard, so flushed, fuck, Mount, you’re so big…” 

Mountain lets out a moan that's so loud he has to throw his head back towards the ceiling to get it out. The muscles in his abdomen ripple and go hard. 

“Swiss– I’m gonna-” 

“Don’t you dare ruin my shot.” 

“Fuck, you’re such an asshole-” 

Swiss bites his lip hard between his teeth when Mountain’s cock jerks and jumps pressed flush against the underside of his own. 

“Shut up and flex it. Do that again.” 

Mountain gives them another tight stroke then holds them firmly together at the base, exhibiting them in all their filthiest glory for the lens. A thin string of pre connects their leaking heads and the realization makes Swiss jerk violently, balls tightening, and he forces his finger to press down on the button milliseconds before he shoots hot and thick all over his own thighs and Mountain’s fingers. 

“So much for not cumming,” Mountain teases, cheeks pink and forehead slick with sweat, but his little poke at the other gets cut short when Swiss wraps his hand tightly around his cock. “Whatever. We got the damn picture…”

#mountain ghoul #the polaroid collection #picture this #mountain x swiss #swiss ghoul #p1nk ficlet

[moldycantaloupe]

Stress Relief

rating; Explicit

words; 1.7k

relationship; Mountain/Swiss

tags; Masturbation in Shower, Shower Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Finger fucking, Transmasculine Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band), Transmasculine Mountain (Ghost Sweden Band), Polyamorous Ghouls (Ghost Sweden Band), Masturbation, Trans Male Character

“There you are.” Swiss nearly purred, tilting his head to get a better look. “Would you like some help, sweetness?” Or, Mountain masturbates in the shower, Swiss barges in and eats him out.

notes; For you SwissAlps enjoyers out there, and happy near end of Mountain March! Both Mountain and Swiss use clit and cunt, Mountain also has a tdick

Read here or on Ao3 if you so desire!

Mountain lets out a deep sigh when he steps into his shower, the hot water giving him the much needed relief after a tedious day. He rubs at his neck and groans, letting his head loll down and his eyes close.

He’d woken up well before sunrise to get an early start on their spring cleaning in the greenhouse, and only got back to the den just after sundown. He’d left a note for Swiss before he took off, the ghoul happily snoring away, letting him know his plans. The multi ghoul had gone to visit a couple times during the day, mainly to bring food and company for Mountain, before running off to do his own chores.

Mountain now stood under the hot spray, letting the dirt and stress wash down the drain. He ran a hand from his neck to his waist, slowing down to let his hand linger near his lower belly.

Aether made sure everyone knew about good health. He was the head of the infirmary, it made sense. He always made a point to tell Mountain to “jerk one out” when the giant went to vent to him about a long day. Something about it being a stress reliever.

Mountain wasn’t a prude. He had many partners to attest to the fact. Or a Swiss who couldn’t go a week without telling someone how good Mountain was in bed, or how he got Mountain to get on his knees the few times it happened. But it was rare for him to find pleasure by himself. He was preoccupied either with chores, his pack, or someone else to please. Always an afterthought.

He shrugged; might as well. Swiss was going to be out with Aether all evening for practice so he had time. If anything, it’d help him sleep. His lingering hand made its slow descent down to his cunt, running his fingers through the coarse hair. If it weren’t for Swiss who absolutely praised him for his hair, he would trim it a little, but he didn’t want to see his multi ghoul pout over it, so he kept it long.

A finger dipped between his folds, finding his clit already pulsing. He let out a sigh as he began to slowly circle it, already feeling the heat pool in his belly. It didn’t take long for him to add another finger, stroking from clit to dick. He took a couple steps to lean his back against the wall and gasped. The angle was just right for the water to hit him where he needed it.

His fingers sped up only slightly, his clit quick to plump up with blood, the pulse becoming stronger. He groaned and rolled his hips to meet the friction, suddenly desperate for more. For more stimulation. 

Mountain brought his second hand behind him, giving his ass a quick squeeze before dipping into his, what he presumes, wet cunt. He lets his finger tease around his hole, the way Swiss would, clenching around nothing. He’s not as cruel to himself as Swiss would be though, with the way he’d tease his fingers all around Mountain except for where he needed them the most, running them along the outline of his hole. And he’s not patient enough right now to pretend. His teasing finger plunged in with a noise that’s drowned out by the shower, immediately thrusting it in time with his other hand. He let out a raunchy moan, his head tilting to lean against the shower wall.

He could imagine what he looked like right now; pinched eyebrows, lidded eyes, body moving on its own accord and bucking into his hand. Debauched, even if only slightly. 

Everything came to a halt when there was a quiet knock on the door, a pattern he immediately recognized. He felt his cheeks bloom red and stood to his full height, his cunt protesting all stimulants disappearing.

“Swiss?” He called out. 

“Yeah, baby,” there was a teasing lilt in his tone, “having fun?”

“I thought you were with Aether.” Mountain frowned, only slightly annoyed.

“Had to cancel.” Swiss offered as an explanation. “Can I come in?”

Mountain nodded, only to realize that it couldn’t be heard. “Yes.”

He opened the curtain to the shower just slightly, using the bottom half to cover himself up in some form of decency. Swiss opened the door and gave Mountain that toothy grin, only clad in sweatpants. Mountain tried to not linger too long on his exposed chest, eyes flashing up to meet the multi ghouls.

“Come on, baby, I’ve seen you a million times,” Swiss closed the door with his foot, looking Mountain up and down as if he were prey, “you don’t have to hide from me.”

Mountain pursed his lips inward and turned his head, letting the curtain fall, fully revealing himself. He knew Swiss could see how stiff he was, clit puffy and pulsing. He himself could see just how red his dick was, the need still running rampant.

“There you are.” Swiss nearly purred, tilting his head to get a better look. “Would you like some help, sweetness?”

He couldn’t help the whine that escaped his lips and slapped a hand around his mouth. His breathing picked up and arousal flooded his system, the thought of having Swiss on him delightful.

“Yes,” he nodded, voice slightly muffled behind his hand. 

Swiss was quick to strip his pants and boxers off, joining in with Mountain. His eyes turned soft and he picked at the hand that covered his mouth, forcing it off with his own.

“C’mon, wanna hear you. No one else but me here.” He murmured. “I even locked both doors.”

Mountain nodded, words becoming harder by the minute, brain turning into fog in his mate’s presence. “I need you on me, please,” his hands flexed at his side, “mouth.”

“You got it, baby.” Swiss was on his knees in an instant, hands flying to kneed at his ass and mouthing along his thighs. He coerced Mountain back against the wall, giving silent praises as he went.

Finally, after what felt like eons, he licked a flat strip against his folds. Mountain keened at the sensation, hips bucking into his mouth. Swiss’ grip tightened on his cheeks, his blunt nails leaving imprints on the heated skin. He kissed and sucked religiously at Mountain’s clit, eating up all the slick as if he were starved for it. Mountain’s hand found its way to his horn, forcing his face into his dripping cunt, nose rubbing against the thick hair. Swiss groaned, the vibrations sending a shock through his system.

“More, fuck , Swiss,” Mountain moaned, eyes heavy as he watched Swiss eat him out. Swiss looked up and fluttered his eyes, teasing the tip of his tongue against his dick. 

“Fingers,” Mountain gasped, “in me, I need you in me.” 

Swiss happily obliged, giving a cheek one last squeeze before winding his hand down to his pretty hole, circling it with two fingers just like Mountain knew he would.

“Darling, please don’t tease-” Mountain said frantically with a buck of his hips, “I can’t do that-”

“No teasing,” Swiss’ words were muffled, tongue still working him. As quickly as those words came through, he dipped both fingers in, Mountain already loose enough to take it. Mountain nearly wailed, head thrown back against the wall when Swiss thrusts were timed with the laps his tongue was doing. His free hand found its way to Swiss’ other horn, needing the extra stability as his knees threatened to give in.

Mountain’s brain began oozing as the heat in his belly began to grow again, this stimulation much better than his own. He groaned when Swiss began to buck into the air, looking for any sort of stimulation of his own.

“Swiss, darling, I’m so close,” he warned. Swiss hummed in acknowledgement, his rhythm speeding up just barely but enough to drive Mountain mad. 

With one, two, three final sucks to his clit, Mountain was done for. He came with a silent scream, his shaky legs buckling under him. Swiss was quick to help him slide down the tub with ease, rubbing his thighs as he came down from his high.

Mountain sat up slightly when his vision was no longer blocky, breathless when he saw Swiss breathing hard and still kneeling, legs wide apart and clit shiny and red.

“Let me,” Mountain brought his hand down to hover over Swiss, eyes flicking up for permission. 

“Yeah,” Swiss moaned, “please.”

Mountain palmed the top of Swiss’ cunt and brought two fingers to his clit, circling it with practiced ease. Swiss let out another breathy moan and clung to his shoulders as if they were his lifeline. He grinded down to meet his fingers, needing the added pressure to help him through.

“Close,” he grunted.

“Sing for me, then.” Mountain almost growled.

Swiss’ hips worked faster as his orgasm crashed through him, ripping a beautiful yell out from him. His movements slowed down until he fully stopped, letting himself sit in Mountain’s palm as they both caught their breaths.

Mountain was the first to break the silence, “Why were you in my room, darling?” He slowly removed his hand from Swiss. 

“Left my charger in here from last night.” Swiss leaned into Mountain and nosed at his neck, taking in the earthy scent.

“And why did you guys cancel?” Mountain questioned, the horny haze dissipating as his mind started to reel over the intrusion.

“Oh, we didn't,” Swiss laughed. “I was just gonna go to the shed and smoke with Dew.”

Mountain rolled his eyes and began to extract himself from Swiss, the multi ghoul whining in protest. “I would’ve kicked you out if I knew that.”

“I know.” He grinned and stood, helping Mountain to his own feet. “But where’s the fun in that?”

“You basically just ghosted two of our packmates.” Mountain frowned.

“This was so much better, though," Swiss moaned obscenely, making Mountain groan, "besides, they'll forgive me."

Mountain shrugged; he highly doubted it. The two of them spent the rest of the shower cleaning each other off, a kiss offered intermittently until they were clean and the water was turned off. They dried off but didn’t bother with clothes, immediately heading straight for the giant’s bed. Mountain rolled his eyes and rolled around when Swiss insisted he be the big spoon, to let him live his dreams. Swiss hipped in celebration, legs and arms quickly becoming tangled in his own. They kicked up a hearty purr together and soon he felt his heavy lids drop, sleep coming to him easy. He should thank Aether later for the good advice.

#lou writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #mountain x swiss #swiss alps #mountain march

[tooth-phantasm]

I literally cannot get these two out of my head and it's a problem at this point, but I am so okay with it.

So as an offering, take the cottagecore husbands 🖤

#ghost fanart #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul #ghost #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss x mountain #mountain x swiss #swissalps

[slattern-femina]

iris

A/N: originally on ao3 Iris - Chapter 1 - hiraethnefarious, lilsmutqueen - Ghost (Sweden Band) [Archive of Our Own]

Dewdrop nearly trips over Phantom when he tries to make his way to the tour bus bathroom at 3am. He should have turned on a light. But he’s a toughened fire ghoul- dammit- he can find his way to the bathroom fine without help. 

Or so he thought. 

“What the-“ he squeaks as his foot catches on the quintessence ghoul’s outstretched leg, and he feels Phantom recoil in on himself like a cat. It’s so dark in the tour bus that all he can really see is Phantom’s huge, watery, violet eyes. 

Dew sighs and reaches over to sort of pat the area where Phantom’s head is. 

“Why are you up this late, kid?” Dew asks gently as he can. 

Phantom can only look at the bunk, with the curtain closed, with their resident water ghoul resting, but soft sobs and pants fill the air. “Rain is crying again,”

Dew frowns, also hating the noises. “Yeah, I know.”

Phantom wide, violet eyes are tearing up. “I don’t like it.” He says bluntly. 

Dew can only nod. “Yeah… bug, I don’t either. I hate hearing him like that,”

Phantom states at the curtain- then at Dewdrop. “Can I stop it?”

“Ugh.. not unless he asks you yet. It’s okay- I think Mountain is with him right now,” Dew states, judging by the two tails curled around each other, slipping out of the bunk. One comes up and slaps him gently on the chin- as if to make him quiet. Definitely Mountain.

“Fucking ouch,” Dew grumbles and holds his cheek, before getting the hint and leaving. “Here come sleep with me,” Dew says to Phantom, and wraps an arm around the younger ghoul, half hauling him to the bunk. They can all be a cuddly group- but Phantom especially. And especially with him. It makes Dew happy; he remembers he was the same way with Aether- who seemed to never know a minute rest when Dewdrop was constantly at his side. 

Phantom waits for Dew to slide in first then he crawls in, tucking his body around the fire ghoul- nearly purring immediately and relishing the heat that radiates off Dewdrop. 

Phantom actually adores cuddling with Rain- even though Rain was a little standoffish, when the young ghoul was summoned. It’s not Phantom’s fault… none of them were good with change and not having Aether was hard. 

But Phantom seemed to spark such an innocent joy, that no one could avoid him for that long. Soon- they were all over Phantom. Well- they’re all over each other, all the time, it just sort of happens when ghouls are in a sort of pack like this. Everyone fucks everyone and everyone loves everyone. Some ghouls just love a bit more. 

Rain has been known to seek out the young ghoul- sometimes just flopping on him in bunks or in his room- and Phantom curls around him like a little, happy, koala. Which is why Phantom hates hearing him crying. 

“Why is he crying?” Phantom asks Dew. 

Dew quiets for a second and thinks, not exactly sure how to explain it. He’s not always the best with words. He can’t really just say; Oh don’t worry- basically he turns into a rabid sex monster for a week and his body is preparing for him that and it hurts him a lot and no one really knows why and he fucks all of us until we literally can’t move. 

No. Be more eloquent than that, Dew- he internally scolds himself. Phantom has never seen this before- he doesn’t understand why his treasured water ghoul is hurting and no one can fix him. 

“Ugh… basically. Um. Do you remember what Swiss was like two weeks ago?” Dew asks Phantom. Phantom nods, and a faint blush appears on his rosy cheeks- as he remembers having Swiss basically tackle him and they fucked for hours- while Dew and Mountain were catching their breaths in the same room. “That’s what is going to happen to Rain- but it’s just… hurts him more preparing for it,”’

“Why?” Phantom scowls at the thought of Rain hurting. 

Dew can only shrug. “Everyone is different I suppose. Bodies and magic work differently in each form,” at Phantom’s still worried, wide eyes, Dew runs his fingers across the ghoul’s pretty jaw, smiling fondly at the sweet boy. “He’ll be okay- he just needs a few knots and he’ll be fine,” Dew jokes. 

Phantom leans into his hand but knits his brows together. “What’s a knot?”

Ah, crap. 

Dew stiffens. Shit. Phantom has never been knotted before. He forgot. Almost everyone wants to do it to him- but they’re waiting for him to decide who he wants to do it with for the first time. 

“Ugh… knot is … um… okay- special? It’s still… fucking just you get stuck together after.” 

Swiss- who Dew swore was asleep- can barely contain himself in the bunk above and pokes his head down into the curtain at Phantom and Dew. Aurora grumbles as he jostles her in the bunk. 

“Jesus Christ , Dewdrop! Couldn’t you be a bit more romantic describing the beautiful experience that is knotting with someone you love?!”

Dew rolls his eyes and swats at Swiss angrily with his tail. “Oh, fuck off.” 

Phantom stares at them. “… stuck together?”

Dew swears cheeks burn- more so than normal- for the fire ghoul. “Yeah- ugh. You’ll understand more when it happens to you,” he stutters and Phantom doesn’t push him anymore. He just stares at Dew with beautiful, big amethyst eyes. 

When Phantom speaks again- his voice is so quiet, Dew can barely hear him. “Will that happen to me? Hurting… like Rain?”

Dew doubts that. If Phantom was going to go feral or rabid or in heat, he would have done it by now. 

“Nah, bug. I think you’re good.” Dew says fondly and ruffles his hair. Phantom curls up and tucks his face into the crook of his neck, purring. 

“Promise?” Phantom asks, looking at him with wide, purple eyes that makes Dew’s insides feel like they flipped. He really is so pretty. 

“Yeah, yeah, promise,” Dew affirms. 

They stay like that for a few minutes. Phantom seems so genuinely worried for Rain- but then he starts to relax and purr. A while later, once there is only calm breathing filling the tour bus, Dew is almost surprised when he feels Phantom’s erection tenting his pants and he has to bite back a laugh and endeared smile spreads over his face. He can’t fix Phantom's sad eyes- but he can make him feel good, right? He likes to think he’s good at that. 

Dew glances up, hearing Swiss’s snores, and Aurora’s steady breaths. Phantom is already pawing at him, pressing needing kisses to the fire ghoul’s neck. Dew carefully maneuvers him, so Phantom is lying under him. Hell– He’s pretty. So pretty. 

“Be quiet, kid, I’ll take care of you—,” his fingers curl around Phantom’s needy erection and the boy jerks against him, breath coming out erratically as he bites his lip to keep himself quiet. 

And then Dewdrop jacks him, hard and fast, and Phantom is unsure if his can remain quiet. Dew is often gentle; but getting off hard is sometimes what Phantom craves and Dew seems to always know when that is. 

Dewdrop’s hand feels a million times better than his own and he was already so, so close being so close to Dew. He really loves the fire ghoul. 

“ Dew ,” he groans, gasping in pleasure when Dewdrop’s head dips down and nips at the junction of his neck, biting down but not hard enough to leave any evidence. The fire ghoul grins against his skin, soaking in all the beautiful sounds he’s making.

“God, baby, you sound so fucking good,” he growls, resisting the urge to grind his hips up against him. He’s not going to “Can you come for me?”

“Shit—Dew— I—,” he pants, legs beginning to shake, his eyes glowing a bright amethyst, and he presses more of his body against Dewdrop to steady himself. 

Purposefully Dewdrop drags his thumb over the head of Phantom’s cock, rubbing into the sensitive slit, and Phantom nearly loses it.

“Dew—!” It almost physically hurts Dew to have to cover the boy's mouth; but he can’t risk waking anyone else up. Or … giving them more fuel to torture him with if they’re already listening. 

“Come for me, baby,” Dewdrop growls, lowly, into Phantom's ear. It’s the last push Phantom needed, mouth opens in a nearly silently scream under Dew’s hand as he finally reaches his orgasm. His eyes roll into his head and Dew nearly loses his goddamn mind. God, this kid is unreal. 

After Phantom finally regulates his breathing- Dew kisses him, slowly, before getting ready to clean him up. 

From the above bunk- Swiss snickers. “That wasn’t a knot!” 

✧.*

In unison- from both Mountain and Dewdrop in their respective bunks- a glorious “Shut the FUCK up!” Rings out in the air. 

In Rain’s bunk- he is nearly curled around Mountain, also panting, and sweating, but not for the same reason as Phantom. Normally Mountain loved seeing him doing that- but not the time. It’s not because of pleasure, that Rain is doing this, it’s because of the unbridled pain he is in. Mountain grimaces and pulls the water ghoul closer to his chest. 

Sure- some of them get… ugh. Well there’s no good way to describe it. Feral, heat.. whatever you want it to be called. Swiss and Cumulus are known to be nearly rabid when it hits them every few months. 

It’s just Rain’s lead up to is always so painful for him. Waves of cramps and fevers rack his body- and especially when they’re on the road with no big bodies of water in sight- it’s difficult for the water ghoul to find any sort of comfort. 

Rain has his face scrunched up; more sweat, and more water, dripping out of his body. Mountain slowly maneuvers around him to fish out his phone - seeing if there were any bodies of water close to them. He has no shame in asking the bus driver to stop and throwing (or gently laying, whichever is more efficient) Rain into water so at least he could have some of his element close to him; but Mountain can only scowl- no water in sight. Just trees and hills. Great for Mountain, awful for Rain.

“I wish I could take you home to the abbey, baby,” Mountain sighs and rubs Rain’s back. 

Rain only grimaces. “Can’t… show,”

Mountain sneers. “Fuck the show. You’re in pain. And I hate it.” But he has to hold a certain resolve, if not for him then for Rain’s sake, since he will only be worse if he thinks Mountain is upset with him. Which of course he isn’t; but the water ghoul isn’t exactly thinking clearly right now. “Okay… just… let me know if you need anything?” Mountain says softly as Rain curls up in his chest- humming in response. 

Somehow- in amazing strength- Rain played the show the next day, without much difference. He was definitely not as mobile as normal- but his skill was still out of this world. Only a few times did he have to duck behind the drum set, behind Mountain, to curse and double over as waves of pain hit him with unrelenting vigor. 

The entire night; Phantom was close to him, barely letting Rain out of his sight for a second. Sometimes; Rain even leaned on him to keep him upright. The fans went insane. 

Inwardly; Phantom was crying because Rain was in so much pain. 

Finally- it's time to go back to the hotel they’re blissfully staying at for two nights- with no show tomorrow. 

It still feels like shit for Rain. But at least there’s a bed and a bathtub. 

On the bus ride there; Rain stayed curled up on Phantom, something about the ghoul makes him feel calm. The rest of them watch closely, as if to jump if they need anything. 

It was not surprising that Ghouls became a pack like this. Being brought into this existence can be a lonely life if you don’t find comfort in your own kin. And here at the Abbey or on the road; they all rely on each other. 

They had pulled into a hotel for the night and the other members wanted to go to the bar- with Rain’s request and approval. There’s really nothing they can do to help him right now. But Phantom refused and came into Rain’s room to help him. 

He starts out so well, he really does. He gets Rain to drink water and eat something, run a bath when epsom salts for him which he soaks in for nearly two hours. 

Phantom even got him heating pads and human meds for his cramps, he holds him as he falls asleep. Will human medication even work? Other substances work- why not those? Well they’re there for Rain if he needs them. 

Phantom really wants his little group to be proud of him, and wants to show he can take care of Rain. He may still be young; but he’s not weak. And he loves Rain a lot. 

For the first few hours he is a good ghoul. But then, later- when Rain is sleeping, Phantom feels restless. Like he’s missing something. So he lets his eyes wander, and spots Mountain’s sweater on the edge of the bed… but it feels out of place. Just slightly, but Phantom notices. And suddenly, it’s all clouds his mind. He very gently wriggles out of Rain’s tight grip, and manages to escape without waking him. 

He goes to the bed and moves the sweater, holding it tightly. 

Would Rain be upset with him for moving it, or touching it? That’s a weird thought to think, Phantom can’t help but to say to himself. 

Rain will have to fix it up anyway if he doesn’t like it, right? Phantom decides he can apologize to Rain later. 

But the next feeling that hits Phantom makes him hiss and his tail snap in discomfort. A burning, aching pain hit his gut. It didn’t do that before. It feels like it knocks his breath out of him, and he shakily reaches for the desk to catch himself. 

He is still holding the sweater so he brings it to his face, inhaling Mountain’s scent. It makes his head a little bit fuzzy. With gentle hands, he folds it and places it on the bed in just the right spot. 

He picks up a blanket without thinking, folds it in half and spreads it over the corner of the mattress. That’s so much cozier, and Rain will like it better like this anyway. Probably. He can’t help but chirp with satisfaction, until another wave hits him and he nearly yelps out in pain. What is happening to him?!

Dew said it wouldn’t hurt- not like Rain hurts. Did Dew lie to him? Why, why would he do that. 

Tears pool in Phantom’s amethyst eyes and he chokes back a sob. 

He forces himself to look at the room and… tidy it. Make it feel… good. Something deep inside him feels settled in a way he can’t describe when it’s down. He basks in the warmth of the nest borders, of the smoothed blankets underfoot. It just feels right… safe.

Or...no, not good. Not safe. 

Not safe?

There’s a door right there, anyone could burst through, and Phantom and Rain’s human made phones still lay on the bed- what if someone tries to call, and wakes Rain? Rain can’t leave their hotel room… it’s not safe. The idea of stepping out of the room right now himself makes Phantom feel terrified and on edge, but he knows he needs to make this room safer for them. 

His eyes slowly draw to the dresser against a connecting wall. That...that could work. It’s not screwed in to the wall like most hotels. He could move it. 

His gaze flips to Rain, still asleep. If he’s asleep, he’s calm, which means Phantom is doing a good taking care of him. He’ll need to be quiet. As silently as he can, he drags the white wardrobe across the hotel room carpet to use as a barricade. It’s heavy- but no worse than a road case.

Once it’s in the spot, pressed against the hotel room door where it will stop anyone bad, at least a little bit. His chest feels so light, his gut hurts so badly...and suddenly, he’s so tired.

He stumbles back to the white hotel bed… and wriggles his way back into Rain’s arms. 

✧.*

When Rain wakes, he feels several things all at once.

Confusion and he feels like he’s going to puke.

Hot. So. Hot.

Like his torso is inflamed.

The pain is something he has to learn to live with, because Rain’s lead up have never been easy. A schedule of pain meds, being submerged in his lake, and heating pads when he isn’t keeps him…Mostly sane, but the pain never fully goes away. He looks down and stiffens as he realizes why he is suddenly so hot. 

The ghoul, cuddled into Rain’s chest, is sweating uncontrollably, pale lavender face scrunched up even in sleep. Is he sick…?

The sweat drips from Phantom’s clammy skin and seeps into Rain’s bed shirt. It’s already soaked.

Then the smell hits Rain. That’s from Phantom too. Rain doesn’t know how he didn’t notice the source of it at first, but it’s so strong. Sweet, but cut with copper- almost like… vanilla? No. He can’t place it. Phantom has never smelled like this before. Most ghoul don’t really have scents aside from when they go feral for a week. Swiss smells like cinnamon. Cumulus smells like honey suckle. 

Rain doesn’t know what he smells like. No one has even really said. Rainwater maybe? That doesn’t really smell like anything. But- that doesn’t matter. He focuses back on his main worry of the absolutely ill looking ghoul on his chest. 

None of the other ghouls even thought for a remote possibility that Phantom would get like this too; feral. And worse- it looks like it pains him, like it does for Rain. 

Rain sighs heavily and puts his hand on Phantom’s head. “Sorry… if it hurts you too,” 

He’s always smelled like… just him. The Sister’s that Phantom had spoken to had just told him that he was just a ghoul with a very weak, probably undetectable smell. That it wasn’t a problem, a lot of ghouls don’t have a strong scent. And yet, here he is, smelling… good? And all Rain wants is to bury his face in his neck.

So what the hell has changed? And why does the ghoul look so illl? The boy is asleep and fisting a handful of Rain’s shirt with white-gripped knuckles, like he’s afraid he might lose Rain if he lets go. Should he wake him?

It takes a second, a wave of cramps hitting with a hiss, before he can gather himself to gently sit up. Phantom doesn’t let go. Rain reaches to the nightstand to see what time it is, to text Mountain.

shit- where’s his phone? He had it earlier to play a game, it must be somewhere here. Maybe Phantom is sleeping on it. 

He glances at the wardrobe to see what time clock reads, only to notice that the dresser has been moved to block the hotel room door. 

Rain is so confused . 

Why would that be pushed there?

What had Phantom been doing while he was sleeping?

His hotel room is completely different, carefully organized and folded clothing in neat lines along the edge of the bed. The change doesn’t bother him really but why would he-

ah

Rain leans down- pressing his nose into Phantom’s neck, breathing slowly. His smell gives him away. The first feral space is always the most instinct-heavy, so these actions aren’t out of the ordinary. His instincts are telling him he needs to make the area safe. Logic isn’t easy when slipping into a feral headspace even for ghouls. 

Rain almost cries out at the next wave of cramping, and his eyes water.

He finally reaches his phone under the sleeping ghoul. Phantom hissing and looking like he’s in pain. 

01:12 am

To: Mountain 

I need you to come back rn. Swiss and Dew too. Dont tell others. Something going on with Phantom

Not thirty seconds later, Mountain responds “ Coming ”

And then- only a minute later-  he strokes Phantom’s hair until the boy drifts. Rain’s pain hits him like an absolute wave and he hisses- his hand stilling, and Phantom starts whining in his sleep, and Rain smells the rusty tinge of pain in his scent. 

His thoughts are interrupted by a knock. “Rain—  It’s us... why won’t the door open?”

Hm. Rain didn’t consider this. There’s still a huge dresser in front of the door, so the three can’t get in that well. “Um... there’s something in front of the door.”

“Huh- what did you say?” Mountain asks, but Rain already has his attention diverted because Phantom snaps up again. He looks dazed, not quite as immediately alert as he was the time previous. Rain stares at Phantom- worried he will start panicking and… yep, there it is. Sure enough it seems to hit the sleepy ghoul, and Phantom’s hands reach for Rain’s shirt. 

“Phantom, you need to let go- I need to move the thing at the door,” Rain tries to say but a wave of pain makes him nearly crumple. Phantom looks startled but then he can hear Mountain outside. He likes Mountain, and Mountain loves Rain, so he should come in. Rain is in pain- so Phantom  will need to move his little barricade. 

Rain groans loudly, holding his stomach, and Phantom gently rubs his back. He knows they’re being loud enough for the ghouls to hear through the door, and they’re probably very confused.

✧.*

Mountain, on the other side of the door, has no clue what’s going on, even with this out-of-context conversation. He’d gotten an urgent text message from Rain and now he and Swiss were panicking, but none of them could open the door, despite Swiss nearly throwing his shoulder against it. 

“What the fuck is against the door!?” Swiss snaps as Mountain tries calling Rain. 

There’s something more there, too. Mountain can smell it even stronger now that he’s outside the room- it smells...it smells… weird? Sweet. It’s not Rain’s scent. Rain smells.. Clean for lack of better words. So where’s the other scent from?

Mountain can hear struggling behind the door, and he presses his ear to it, when a large thump as something is moved. “I... I can’t move it anymore… I’m sorry… Can you get in?” Phantom’s voice is muffled behind the door and Dew feels like something is physically compelling him to bolt through the door to get to him. “Please, I can’t-”

Phantom sounds like he’s sobbing. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll try,” Mountain reassures. He shares a look with Swiss and Dew, who’s just as stressed as he is. 

Dew goes in first, since he's the smallest. He opens the door carefully, and it stops after about a foot- blocked by something heavy. It should be enough room… though Mountain will need to half throw himself in due to his size. First to squeeze through after is Mountain, closely followed by Swiss who fit much easier. 

Dewdrop- who was unusually quiet during this whole event, felt like his heart hadn’t been beating when he read that something was wrong with Phantom. And when he rushed into the room; Swiss hot on his heels, as he saw Phantom curled in the floor, fat tears were rolling down his face, sparkling like crystals, but the pain was so… so obvious. Dew drops to his knees but Phantom flinches and cries as another wave of pain hits him. With every cry; Dew feels like his heart is being torn to shreds. 

“You- you said it wouldn’t- wouldn’t hurt– me” Phantom chokes out in between sobs. Dew is crying now. 

“Christ- kid- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry… I didn’t know it would hit you like this-” Dew can only choke, just running his hands through his sloppy brown curls, but Phantom just looks so devastated. He hates that he looks like that. 

Before Dew can say anything else, Swiss has shoved him away from the quintessence ghoul and has Phantom scooped into his arms, carrying him to the bed, to be laid next to Rain. Rain is, unlike Phantom, completely silent and not moving an inch. But he is biting his lip so hard it spills blood onto his lip. It seems like if he moves, if he makes a sound, he is scared he will be in the same way as Phantom. 

“Rain… baby, hey, can you speak? Is it that bad?” Mountain asks, terrified, at the absolutely and eerily silent and still ghoul. The water ghoul looks ghostly grey, like the blue hue of his skin has been evaporated. 

Dew simply stares as Mountain holds Rain and Swiss is trying to calm Phantom down. Dew feels angry and lost- again. 

Fuck. He hates this feeling. He especially hates the desperate look Phantom had given him with his huge, amethyst eyes, almost pleading for Dew to make this stop; make him feel good, like he always does, to fix this. 

Dew had said it wouldn’t hurt- and he had lied to the one ghoul that trusted him so fully. 

Another cry makes Dew’s heart shatter and he looks at his feet. Dewdrop always fucks things up, doesn't he?

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

3: 04 am 

Finally- after a lot more tears from Phantom and horrible silence from Rain, they end up in a weird pile on the bed; Rain and Phantom in the middle, Mountain lying next to Rain, Swiss behind Phantom, and Dewdrop shoved right in the middle of Rain and Phantom because he acts as a physical heating pad for the cramping that the ghouls are experiencing. 

Swiss is lying on top of Phantom- his hand rubbing the fragile ghoul's back as he whimpers and cries in his sleep and Dew feels like he wants to just keel over and die. Rain is asleep with his head buried into Dew’s neck and his body half sprawled on top of him for the heat he provides. A string from Rain’s hoodie is half in Dew’s mouth but he’s pinned between them- and all he can do- is spiral into pathetic self-pity. 

“Oh - hell- I fucking suck,” he whispers into the void of darkness that he’s staring at. He’s lying straight as a board in between the quintessence and water ghoul, his red eyes simply staring at the ceiling.

“Dew, you don’t suck, but shut up,” Mountain hisses as he glances at Rain to make sure he’s still sleeping soundly. Normally he’d always try to comfort Dew in his moments of self-pity, but Phantom and Rain’s current states make Mountain very anxious and he wants them to sleep. 

Dew barely hears him as he continues rambling. “… I lied to the kid…“ 

“Dew, I will rip your throat out if you wake them up,” Swiss snarls quietly. “You didn’t lie. You didn’t know .” 

Dew is crying again. His tears fell into Rain’s cheek; making the water ghoul’s face scrunch. Swiss notices and hisses as Dew continues crying. “… And the kid trusted me and now he’s crying and…“ 

“Dew, I swear-“

“And did you see him?! He was in so much pain, I should have known-“

Swiss growls and it knocks Dew out of his self-pity for a minute. “But none of us knew. He didn’t show any signs like Rain does, he wasn’t moody or sore, and he was just himself like normal. It came out of nowhere,” Swiss whispers- still trying to comfort Dew, his love for him still trumping his annoyance that he may wake up the two sleeping ghouls.  Swiss focuses on Phantom again and rubs the boys’ sloppy brown curls off his face as he says this; feeling an endearing adoration blossom in his chest for Phantom and Rain all over again. Swiss loves everyone. But Phantom and Rain are just… special, not just to him, but to everyone in the pack. 

“Maybe being around Rain… sort of… pushed it? I don’t know. Maybe their magic just sort of… melded and Phantom was pushed into this state earlier than he should have…? Actually, scratch that, I really have no idea what I’m saying,” Mountain mumbles out loud, defeatedly. He does remember how much Phantom was glued to Rain’s side lately, but tonight especially. Mountain mentioned maybe calling Aether for advice, but they haven’t gotten to do it yet. 

As if he can sense they’re talking about him, Phantom whimpers and his face scrunches in his sleep and he turns, burying fully into Dew, his arms wrapped around the fire ghoul- and he cries in his sleep. Dew wants to just… fix this. But he can’t. So he just lies there while Phantom almost looks like he’s trying to envelope himself inside of the fire ghoul for comfort. 

A soft voice breaks through the air. “…. Mmm…. Pizza,”

Swiss, Mountain, and Dew all snap their heads to look at each other to see if they just heard right. 

“Did he just say pizza?” Swiss whispers. 

“Maybe he’s dreaming about it? I mean I dream about pizza all the time,” Dew adds. 

Mountain huffs, his arm still wrapped around Rain. “Dew- stop saying you dream about pizza-“

Rain’s eyes finally fly open and he cracks his beautifully calm and still façade of control he was holding on to. He was in and out of sleep this entire time, but the pizza comment woke him up completely. 

“Oh my fucking god, all three of you shut the fuck up and get him his fucking pizza!” Rain finally snaps the anger part of his lead up seeming to have kicked in. Mountain nearly rolls off the bed in surprise at Rain’s sharp voice. 

Mountain turns and cradles Rain’s face while the water ghoul looks like he might rip his head off- or seems to still be weighing the consequences. 

“Hey- what do you need? Bath?” Mountain asks but Rain looks at Swiss this time and his watery blue eyes prove that he wants Swiss to run the bath and take care of him, which is a typical request he has during his feral lead-ups. He’s not sure why - maybe it’s because Swiss makes him laugh when he’s feeling so miserable. 

Swiss gets it immediately and gestures for Mountain to switch places with him, so the giant earth ghoul can cuddle beside Phantom- so the boy is protected by both him and Dew. 

Ironically- despite being a bit shorter- Swiss can easily carry Rain, even with the water ghoul's gangly long limbs. He's so lithe and agile, that most of the ghouls can carry Rain if the situation warrants it. He scoops him up out of the bed and carries him to the bathroom quickly. 

The bathroom is pearly white; a jar of Epsom salts still sitting at the edge of the claw foot bathtub. Swiss carefully perches Rain on the edge of the tub, and turns the water on, so steamy hot water begins flowing into the tub. 

“How bad is it hurting, Rainbow?” Swiss asks him as he gently shrugs off the water ghouls damp shirt, then his black joggers. 

Rain just shakes his head- unable to vocalize his answer. His lower lip is nearly mangled with blood from him biting it to stop him from screaming. 

Swiss dumps the Epsom salts into the tub and swirls it with his hand before gently leaning Rain into it. 

Swiss grins at Rain, coyly. “Hey, Rain?” 

“Hm?”

“Want to hear a joke?”

“No.” Rain responds. A total lie. Of course, Rain wants a joke; that’s the whole reason he wants him involved in the first place. 

Swiss grins at Rain's petulance as he grabs the water ghoul's tail and tucks it into the water. “Why was the octopus laughing?”

“Shut up,” 

“Because he had ten tickles. Get it? Like tentacles,” Swiss says, with soft glee. 

“Just let me drown.” Rain deadpans. He knows he can’t drown. And he secretly loves Swiss’s jokes. 

Swiss cradles the back of Rain’s head until the water ghoul is completely submerged in the water. He much rather put him in a lake or ocean- but this is the closest thing they have. 

Swiss curses at the whole situation. He gets feral too- why couldn’t he just have all this fucking pain? Why didn’t it go to him- why did it have to torture Rain and now Phantom too?! 

Swiss curses his biology. 

Swiss has a theory though. He isn’t sure if it’s true but he half wonders if Rain and Phantom might be able to… carry kits. No one really knows a ton about how it works, their biology. But maybe that’s why it hurts. But in the end, no one really knows. It hasn’t happened yet to Rain. 

Or he doesn’t think it has. 

Or… if it did happen, and he lost a kit, he never mentioned it. Which is unfortunately a frightening option. Rain is notorious for still hiding his emotions from the pack and has been known to be cooped up for days in his room sometimes, refusing to let anyone in or tell them what’s wrong. Swiss always feared and wondered why- but anytime he tried to bring this up with Rain, it was like the water ghoul would shut down mentally and it took a lot of care to get him to open back up. Swiss didn’t want to force him to do that anymore or talk about anything emotionally heavy, it seemed so mentally exhausting for the water ghoul. 

Swiss looks at Rain and debates asking him about his theory, for lack of better words. But no. It’s not the right time. Rain is already hurting too much. 

Rain settles into the tub; his aching body is so happy to be in his element. He sighs and lets himself nearly submerge right away, even though his gangly limbs stick out of the tub a bit- but his face is covered by water. 

Swiss watches him as he submerges his face in the tub and Rain wraps his tail around his wrist as a thank you. 

But in the water there; Rain is feeling angry. At everything. His body, his magic, how much Phantom is hurting… all of it. The weight of it all sits on his shoulders. 

And he knows he needs Dewdrop right now. Dew is feeling like shit right now. And a soak in the tub would help the former water ghoul too. 

“Can you send Dew in please?” Rain mumbles. He hears a flurry of movements when he says this- as if Dew was listening in on them too. Despite Phantom whining at the loss of the fire ghoul and the subsequent hurried sound of kisses and apologies, Dewdrop comes in and immediately knows what the water ghoul wants from him. 

Swiss gives Rain’s horns a rub before he stands and returns to the bedroom. He shuts the bathroom door on his way out so they can have privacy and dims the lights in the bathroom so only a soft glow is cast on the bathtub. 

Dew is awestruck as he enters the bathroom, as he can only look at Rain for a moment and marvel at how beautiful he is; in the low-lit yellow glow of the tub as he floats in his element. 

Dewdrop sheds his sweater and jeans on the floor, before going to the tub, climbing in behind Rain. The feeling of the water, his former element, still calms him. He’ll never quite understand why they took his water element away from him, but he's glad he still finds serenity in its depths. He wraps his arms around Rain’s lithe shoulders and buries his face into the ghoul's soft curls with a sigh. 

Rain leans back into Dewdrop- before one of his hands reaches up, ghosting over the scars where Dew’s gills once were on his neck. Dewdrop never lets anyone touch them- only Rain. Sometimes when they’re fucking, Rain will press slow- deliberate kisses onto Dew’s scars, enough that makes the fire ghoul cry. But never enough to ask him to stop. 

Occasionally, especially during the lead-up to his heat, Rain muses over the idea that he is suffering because of what happened to Dew… What Rain’s role could be in why they changed him from water ghoul to fire? Dew never told him directly what happened, but Mountain admitted it one night when they were talking in the kitchen. 

Rain can’t stop thinking about the event; how Dew was dragged to Sister Imperator's office; how they chanted over him, how much he screamed as they burned his element from his small body. He spent months in his room in the abbey-  trying to learn to breathe through the smoke and fire suddenly coursing through his veins, as his gills had been burned off. It must have been terrifying; to be shredded apart and then put back together as a new firey being; and to Rain’s knowledge, no one ever offered Dewdrop an explanation as to why. 

“ ‘Suffering can refine us rather than destroy us because the Creator himself walks with us in the fire’… that’s the only thing they told him,” Mountain admitted to Rain that night with teary eyes. 

Rain doubts Dew will never forget that sentence. Apparently- the Sister Imperator chanted it like a prayer. It likely haunts him to this day. 

During his inner tirade, Rain hisses audibly, making Dew raise a brow at him. Rain hates what they did to his Dew. He would rather have not been summoned at all; if Dewdrop could have been spared that. But he wasn’t. Neither of them was spared the pain- and now Rain feels like the universe is making him pay for the sins of others because if he was never summoned maybe Dewdrop could have been protected. 

Rain turns in the tub places a quick kiss on Dew’s chest and shuts his eyes, arms wrapping tightly around Dew’s as they hold him in the water. Dew’s bare skin against his is the best feeling in the world.

Rain whimpers when his stomach cramps painfully, his tail spiralling and sending a splash of water in his face. Dew looks at him worriedly. 

“What’s wrong?” Dew fuses, “Do you need more meds or—“

“My stomach,” Rain lies flat on his back against Dew to try and get a better, more comfortable, position.“It hurts.”

Dew’s hand is already on his stomach, massaging it. His hot fingers splay over Rain’s abdomen and the ghoul sighs in the water, “Better?”

“A little, yeah.” Rain whispers. His stomach is cramping and his head felt like it was going to explode. What worries Dew is how he is breaking out into a fever; going from being ice cold and then being boiling hot, even in the water. 

“I’m sorry for how much this hurts you, baby,” Dew says quietly against the water ghoul's neck. 

Feral headspace seems to grip Rain as tears still come out of his eyes. “I deserve it. If I didn’t get summoned… they never would have hurt you. I don’t wanna do this anymore… it hurts too much-“

Rain's words make Dew tighten around him instinctively and the fire ghoul's heart stops. 

The weight of the words settles on Dew’s shoulders as he realizes what Rain’s saying. He’s leaning in before he can stop himself, pulling Rain into a fierce embrace in the tub, his body drawing close around the sobbing ghoul, as tightly as he can. “Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t say that. I need you here, we all need you here. I would go through that shit 100 fucking times, let them turn me into whatever if it meant having you. Fuck, I… Rain-Don’t even think about that, okay?”

When Rain doesn’t stop crying, Dew manages to maneuver himself in the tub so he’s still sort of cradling the naked ghoul but can look him in his watery, wide blue eyes. Rain really is so beautiful; even when his skin is still grey with fever and the blue of his body is not as dark as it should be. Dew gently brushes his fingers over Rain’s gills, which makes the water ghoul shudder and look at him. “Rain- look at me, baby, please… you were worth all of the pain I went through. And I’d do it all over again for you. All of it. You hear me? You are worth everything. And you don’t deserve this pain at all. Okay?” Dew says, urgently, his hands holding Rain’s face. 

Rain doesn’t answer just drop against Dew’s neck in the tub. The water was starting to cool- but Dew was so worked up that it immediately began to heat up again, causing more steam to rise. 

“Don’t leave… Dew,” Rain mumbles exhaustedly, his eyes fluttering shut as his strength leaves him again. 

Dew kisses the base of his horns and digs his face into Rain’s hair. He smells good. Sweet. “I’m not letting you out of my sight- Rainbow. You’re staying right here with me, okay?” Dew soothes, and Rain nods.

✧.*

Outside; it sounds like Swiss and Mountain are ordering Phantom’s pizza- and he can hear the boys’ tired, but happy chirps at the idea of food. That’s good- and Dew will need to get Rain to eat too. 

After the pizza was ordered- Swiss finally had time to think about this whole thing. 

Swiss loved everyone. That was his curse and blessing. He loved everyone deeply. When those he loves hurt, Swiss hurts with them. 

The thing about Rain and Phantom is everyone just sort of adored them more than most. It was likely because of Rain's pain, and Phantom’s sweet innocence; everyone felt drawn to and protective over them naturally. 

Swiss sits with Phantom, cradling the still distraught and confused ghoul to his chest, as Mountain lies on Phantom’s stomach- trying to add pressure to counteract the cramping. 

Finally, a small voice breaks the silence. “What’s it like?” Phantom asks as he grips Swiss shirt with white knuckles. 

Swiss glances at him. “What’s what like?” 

Phantom has a tear running down his cheek. “This… feral.. the- pain?”

Swiss frowns, pressing his head against the quintessence ghoul's sweaty forehead. “It doesn’t hurt for me. It’s just… you feel… ugh, desperate and empty and one thing can fill it. You’re sort of in one-head space. Like how I couldn’t keep my hands off you- it’s just… like that,”

“So— that’s what knots are for?” Phantom pieces together. 

Swiss nods to encourage him to ask more questions. 

Phantom seems to be thinking; his amethyst eyes looking at the dark ceiling and his lilac brows knitting together. “Do you knot with only one person forever?”

“You can. Or with anyone you want to. Normally it’s… someone you love especially. It’s how you show them you love them,” Swiss says, fondly. 

Phantom nods slowly. “Do you knot?”

“Yes,”

“With or from people…?” Phantom inquires loudly. 

“Both.” 

At the answer- both Swiss and Mountain suddenly stiffen, knowing where this is leading. It happens almost in slow motion as Mountain swears and grips Phantom’s waist; as the boy begins to cry. 

“Why has no one... ever wanted to knot me?” Phantom asks with hurt etched into his pretty features and Swiss feels like his gut was punched. 

“Oh… bug, no…. We all… we all would have done that with you. For you- or have it done by you. But we didn’t want you to feel pressured. We were waiting for you to tell us you wanted it. And for… you to tell us who you wanted it from first.” Swiss tries to say- but his words are lost on the feral idled mind of a ghoul who is spiraling. 

Phantom, who’s always too loving, too happy, and feels just too much- look at him with wide, watery amethyst eyes. “No… no . None of you even told me about it. None of you wanted to do it with me,” he cries out; any logic leaving his feral idled brain- leaving him feeling absolutely unwanted, uncared for, and unloved by those he loved so much. 

Swiss pulls him closer- cursing- at seeing the boy like this. It breaks whatever heart he has. “Bug- no, I’m sorry we should have talked to you about this, told you what it was- we let you down, I’m sorry,” 

At his intense and urgent whispers- Mountain is clutching Phantom so tightly one of his ribs might break; unsure what he can add to comfort… because he can’t. Phantom is right- no one told him, asked him… no one did anything .

Mountain buries his head into the boy's back- wishing… he could just make him feel okay. 

It wasn’t only the knots that were making Phantom cry; apparent when Phantom’s fingers grazed over the soft bite mark on Swiss’s neck. 

Ah .  

They all have mating bites on their necks- multiple. It’s done in the most intense moment of love and passion and their devotion to each other. 

They all have scars from their mates' bites, carrying the love with them wherever they go. 

Except Phantom, whose pretty, freckled lavender neck- is completely untouched. He’s noticed- but seemed to never ask about it. Likely he was waiting for one of them to do it for him… but no one ever bothered to even mention it. 

They all fucked him all the time, leaving him panting and flustered, never bothering to knot or bite him; and never bothering to tell him why they weren’t doing it. Of course, he felt confused. 

As Phantom sobs, the alarm clock on the bedside table begins shaking violently before exploding next to Swiss. Both Mountain and Swiss jump and look at it; shocked at the potential power Phantom might process. But with no time to dwell on it, they return to trying to calm the hysterical ghoul. 

Swiss and Mountain cuddle the sobbing ghoul and both internally curse themselves for letting it get to this point that the boy feels so unloved when that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Rain and Dew sit in the tub for nearly another twenty minutes; completely obviously to the world outside them. Rain has switched positions, so his longer body is positioned behind Dewdrop- supporting the tiny fire ghoul's hot body. It soothes him- despite the exhaustion and pain he’s experiencing, he runs his hands through Dew’s long, tangled blond hair, working out the knots; still sweaty from the performance the night before. 

It’s the smell of pizza that finally lures them out of their little sanctuary. Dew perks up right away. He should be a pizza ghoul at this point. 

Dew stands first, not bothering to offer to dry Rain because the water ghoul prefers his skin to be wet. He cuddles with Dew, his entire body engulfing the fire ghoul like a blanket. 

Dewdrop can’t help but snort. “Ha. You feel like a wet blanket,” 

Rain huffs. “No ‘m not,” he protests weakly- his voice muffled by Dew’s head. 

When Rain finally walks out of the bathroom- his instincts flip and he’s hit by a very sour scent, and a very uncomfortable feeling. He immediately looks over and sees Phantom, sobbing, feverish, and throwing up into a waste paper basket on the floor- after Swiss and Mountain tried to feed him.

Rain growls. Actually growls. 

Swiss, Mountain, and Dew all stare at him.

It even catches Rain off guard when he does that. He has no idea why he growled; he doesn’t usually growl that deeply ever. But all he sees is Phantom, in pain, sick and no one taking care of him properly and there’s a deep need in Rain to protect him. 

“Get away from him,” Rain snarls. 

That definitely catches Swiss, Mountain, and Dewdrop off guard. The three of them stiffen and look at each other unexpectedly- but when Rain growls again- they do what he says and slowly step into a huddle by the bathroom door. 

“This is weird- I’ve never seen him so instinct-heavy,” Dewdrop whispers. 

“Is this even feral? What would this be called?” Mountain muses out loud. 

Swiss grunts. “Oh, for fuck sake, brainiacs- of course this is feral… ugh… something. Rain just never exhibited this behaviour around anyone else before because maybe he didn’t need to…?”

Before Dewdrop and Mountain can ask what he means; a glaring look from Rain makes all three of them tumble into the bathroom, shutting the door, so Rain and Phantom can have some time alone.  

Behind the door- their faint voices can be heard. 

“… Damn it… we should have grabbed the pizza-“

“… Dew - I swear-“

Rain grumbles and pulls Phantom off the floor, and into the bed, ignoring the voices. He sees the shattered remains of the alarm clock. 

Huh . That’s weird. 

Rain adjusts them, so Phantom is straddling him, needing the closeness for himself as much as Phantom might need it. Once Phantom is firmly placed in his hold, he sighs and drops back onto the bed, almost boneless, and Phantom climbs to lay on top of him, his body weight providing nice pressure to soothe the older ghouls' pains. Phantom is barely talking anymore; seemingly exhausted, his cheeks still tear-stained. 

Rain can’t explain the possessive feeling he has over Phantom right now. Sure he’s always liked him, everyone did. They cuddled and fucked but this is different. Instinctual and powerful. Rain doesn’t have many words for him, just holds him tightly, their tails wrapping together and Rain buries his face into Phantom’s sloppy curls. 

“I’m so sorry you’re hurting,” Rain murmurs. It’s the only thing he can say. And he wishes he could take it all away. 

“They didn’t… you didn’t want me,” 

The voice is so quiet, it’s barely a whisper. Rain piques and leans down- having trouble hearing the boy through his muffled voice against his shirt. 

“What?” Rain asks. 

“Bite… knot… none of you ever wanted to do it with me,” Phantom cries into his shirt and Rain feels like a pile of bricks falls on him. 

Fuck . 

He never even thought about that- he always assumed one of the other ghouls told Phantom about their instincts. And Rain had… a lot of other things he needed to focus on, at a personal level, before thinking about Phantom’s knowledge of knots or mating bites. Maybe before- he would have been too guarded and cold to even act like he cared. Though he did care; deeply. But he didn’t always let himself show it. 

But now- with this intense protection suddenly blossoming in Rain, he feels like a true failure. 

Rain feels tears in his eyes. He fails so often. More than he ever dares admit to his pack. 

And, now, he failed Phantom too.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Rain always liked learning about things. 

He loved learning about the fish and wildlife in his lake, and the rocks that dotted the shore. He loved looking at books in the library- filling his head with knowledge he never really would need but likes to have. He’d sit, perched in the library window for hours, reading page after page, especially while it rained out. 

He liked hearing Cumulus’s favourite joke- over and over again- learning curves and lines of the excitement etched on her face when she said it. 

He liked learning how to cook Mountain’s favourite food. 

He liked learning about Papa’s views on life. 

He really liked learning how reactive Dewdrop is when he kisses his scarred, former, gills for the first time. 

And in this moment; as he holds Phantom in the hotel room, still battling with his feelings of intense disappointment and letting the boy down- he is still captivated by the idea of learning about Phantom. He wants to learn his reactions and his favourite places to be touched, wants to learn everything he can about his bug. 

His… ?

Rain doesn’t normally call Phantom his. Actually- he never has. But now it’s all he can think about. How the quintessence ghoul is his . Phantom fits into Rain so well. He is moulded against his body like he was made to be there.

Rain is still feeling the crippling anguish, from failing Phantom. He holds the boy tightly against him. When Phantom starts whimpering against him and feeling feverish in his hold, Rain’s instincts begin taking over and any rationality in the water ghoul's mind fades away. 

Phantom pushes himself closer, pawing at Rain’s clothes- whining. Rain tries to settle him by petting his hair and gently kissing his forehead but Phantom is restless, and losing his composure quickly. Compelled by his need to please the quintessence ghoul- Rain wants to undress Phantom, and himself, to get skin-on-skin contact. He always finds that skinship calms his feral mind- he hopes the same for Phantom. He drags his fingers from Phantom’s soft curls, down the nape of his neck, up over his Adam's apple and then around his collarbones over the neck of his worn, grey t-shirt. Rain recognizes it to be one of Dew’s old shirts, oversized and large, despite how small Dew is. 

The younger ghoul goes still at the touch- almost pliant. His breathing goes steady and he starts relaxing back into the pillow on the bed. 

“ Good boy ,” Rain praises against his ear- making Phantom whine under him. 

Rain continues his downward path- dragging his nails- on the arm furthest from him. He starts on Phantom’s shoulder, where his shirt rests on the skin on his arms, and then down his inner forearm. This causes Phantom to shiver and a deep purr settles in the boy's chest. And Rain hisses in satisfaction- Rain's feral mind is overtaking him, just as fast as Phantoms. He grabs the quintessence ghoul’s lavender hand now and brings it to his lips. He places soft kisses on each knuckle, pressing empathy and support into Phantom’s skin. Rain hears his breath and purrs get caught in his throat, the boy's body arching a bit already. 

 Phantom's reactions to such small gestures are driving Rain crazy . He moves to the hem of Phantom's shirt and pulls it from his body, swiftly. The quintessence ghoul is so out of it, that it takes him a minute to lift his torso to help Rain remove the shirt- more wines escaping his throat. Rain watches Phantom’s shirt peel off his body- leaving his curls tousled and his wide eyes blinking slowly. 

He's ethereal . 

His violet eyes, wet, distant, and almost sleepy in his instinct to submit to someone taking care of him. Phantom whines again- craving more skin, and Rain is eager to please. Instead of letting himself dwell on the boy’s exposed body, his hands go to his black sweatpants- and Rain immediately pushes down both his pants and underwear. 

The water ghoul’s whole body freezes when he notices a spot on Phantom's thigh. He recognizes it but has never seen it there before. Like two upside-down triangles, delicately on top of each other, faded, like an old stick and poke tattoo after years of weathering. 

He has a similar marking on his hip…that’s weird. But Phantom’s whine; forces his attention back to the boy. Forcing himself to keep moving, and remove the rest of Phantoms and his own clothes. He gets back on the bed where his lips immediately meet the feverish skin of Phantom's neck. The ghoul hasn't stopped purring and is now gripping Rain's back. His hands do not stay in any one place, just digging his nails into Rain's skin, on his back, his shoulders, then down to press his thumbs around his hips. This surprises a moan out of Rain's mouth. Phantom touching the mark on his hip sent electricity and clarity right through him.

"Woah…" Phantom breathes into the air above Rain's head. 

Rain feels a rush of heat and groans. "Did you feel that?"

Phantom gulps a breath of air. " Yeah . Wow." 

Rain curses under his breath. This is good. Fuck . 

"One second, tell me how this feels?" Rain leans back to sit on his heels and then reaches down to touch the mark on Phantom's thigh. He barely touches it, when Phantom arches off the bed and lets out a whimpery moan. 

" Beautiful ," Rain rasps, doubting the other ghoul even heard him. 

"More… I need more- " Phantom starts begging softly and Rain thinks where his mark being touched shocked him into clarity, Phantom's has made him even more desperate. 

Rain whimpers this time. "More what, baby? Want me to touch you more?"

"Just closer, want you closer," Phantom cries. He's pulling Rain's arm and shoulder towards him so Rain falls forward onto Phantom. He doesn't even let Rain adjust his position, just wraps his arms and legs around him. His face is buried in Rain's neck and his mouth is opened- and his lips and tongue are latching onto the heated, sweet-smelling skin there. Rain sallows hard and lets his head fall back reflexively, baring his neck for Phantom. But when Rain feels teeth- his eyes snap open- and clarity comes back, albeit fleeting. He knows he needs to push Phantom away. This is where they already fucked everything up and Rain needs to start fixing this. 

Rain feebly paws at Phantom, trying to be clear, but the heat in his face and body makes it difficult. " Baby , baby, stop…”

"Don't wanna'" Phantom slurs into his skin.

Rain pushes more firmly, "No,” he says- despite Phantom’s cries. “Bug, we need to talk first..." 

Phantom finally relents with a whine and lifts his sad eyes to meet Rain's intense gaze. 

Rain takes his pretty face in his hands, making sure he looks Phantom in the eyes. "You were getting really close to doing something important. I know your instincts are going crazy—,” When Phantom whines, Rain tightens his grip on his chin.  “But please , I need to ask if you know what you were going to do with my neck?" 

Tears well in Phantom’s eyes, as his brain processes what he is thinking, and feeling, before he answers in a hoarse, choking voice. “I wanted to bite you… You smell so good, and I want to… to taste you. Is it bad ? Did I do something wrong? Should I not bite you? Isn't that how you guys have those marks? I want marks too, Rain— Why doesn't anyone want my marks? Or leave their marks on me ? Am I not good enough?! I-I’m sorry I was summoned here… and threw off the band… when Aether left. I’m sorry I was forced to join your pack." Phantom sobs into Rain’s hands. Tears are streaming down his flushed cheeks and his words are shattering Rain’s heart. 

Rain’s words nearly pour out of him- scrambling to fix this- make his bug feel okay. " No - no. That’s not… I’m sorry that’s not what it is at all. Of course, I want your mark, Phantom... You're the sweetest… sweetest creature I’ve, we’ve , all met. You're just… so precious, that none of us wanted to take advantage of your kindness and innocence. We didn't want to take more than you wanted to give,” Rain says and Phantom sobs more, at the idea that no one wanted him, and Rain continues, desperately. “That was so stupid of me. We were all so stupid. I can't… can’t apologize or make up with you in place of everyone, but I want your mark. I want to have those pretty fangs imprinted on my skin. But I need you to want to do it to me. Not just … feral you. Not just instincts. I need you to want to do it,”  Rain is desperate to make Phantom understand his love for him and understand the seriousness of this choice. 

Phantom is eyeing him nearly suspiciously, but the look falls when his fingers come up and graze over Rain’s mating bite. “… Really? You promise you mean that?" Phantom's wide eyes are still trying to find any lies in Rain's actions. 

Rain cradles Phantom's face between his palms and places the first soft kiss on his slack lips, wanting him more than anything. Rain whispers, “Please bring us as close as you want, bug. I'll do whatever you want." Phantom's tail slowly drags over Rain's thigh and wraps around his waist. 

Phantom is breathing heavily and pulls Rain closer, holding onto his pale blue shoulders. "Come closer and show me the best way to bite you okay? Maybe… Maybe you could do it first so I know what to do?" 

Rain blinks at him. At what he’s asking. "Of course, bug..."

Rain’s hands travel from Phantom's cheeks and bury themselves in Phantom's hair. Phantom moans when Rain's fingers get caught in his curls and force his head to tilt back. He always did love having his hair and horns pulled- Swiss, always loves doing that at random times, making the boy whine and pant even when they’re all having dinner. 

As the boy writhes under his hand- Rain can't help but smile at his willingness. Rain has a soft, buzzing feeling and he is not used to having such a calm, soft experience during his pre-feral times. He’s normally so sore, so angry, so desperate. But now, it’s like something in Phantom and forging their bond is calming them. The pain is still there but more bearable, almost like they are sharing it rather than fighting against it and their instincts. They were meant to share this together… Rain is convinced. Phantom is his- he was made for him. 

With that in mind, Rain lays his body flat over Phantoms. The boy is hot under him, his body feeling like pure magic. They are aligned from knees to hips, to chest, and Phantom's head is pushed into the pillows. Rain’s mouth is at Phantom's neck- breathing heavily, making the quintessence ghoul’s neck erupt in goosebumps. Neither ghoul is still, both bodies feeling insanely restless to complete the bond. Their hips are moving in a slow grind, neither realizing how hard they are until the small movements force soft sounds out of both of them. 

"Ready, baby?" Rain whispers into his neck, feeling like he can’t hold back any other. His fangs are dragging over Phantom’s skin already. 

A keening whine sounding vaguely like a drawn-out ‘yes’ is the only reply he hears. He presses one… two… three soft kisses into his neck before opening his mouth and sinking his sharp fangs into the pale, violet skin. 

The sensation explodes between them. Phantom screams - loud- while his whole body arches under Rain. Rain can feel him shake and spasm, knowing he's probably just cum between their naked bodies- spilling onto their stomachs. The bond doesn't have to be made through sex, but in this feral state, his body is forced through everything and honestly, it's beautiful . Rain is getting desperate to feel his bond with Phantom solidify when Phantom bites him back- he needs it, fucking desperately, he needs it. He holds Phantom while he rides out his orgasm and feels the mind-numbing sensation of the bond. 

Once Phantom stops shaking and panting, and goes slack beneath him, Rain lifts his head and pushes Phantom's hair out of his eyes- needing him. "You okay, bug?” Rain asks as he licks at the bite- dutifully lapping up the blood on his neck. 

"Yeah," Phantom pants- his neck craning to give Rain more access to his neck. 

Rain looks at him, tilting his head already… he wants that bite. "Still… still want to try? On me?”

The words are barely out of his mouth before Phantom whines and kisses him. " Yes !" Phantom exclaims. 

With unexpected enthusiasm and strength, Phantom pushes Rain to his back and straddles his hips. Rain is a little surprised but immediately turns his head, exposing his throat, and holding his breath in anticipation. Phantom uses his fingers to gently explore Rain's neck, picking his spot among the other marks already there. When firm fingers push his chosen spot, Rain moans and his body shivers. This must encourage Phantom because the next thing he knows is he feels breath on his neck, warm lips on his skin, then- 

Fuck . 

The flood of…. everything that is the younger ghoul. He feels his body lock up, he's probably cumming like Phantom did, but this is better than any orgasm. Is he screaming too? He doesn’t know, doesn’t care. He holds Phantom close, even after his body falls back to the bed. Phantom is lapping at his neck, licking the blood, kissing the bite mark. Phantom is praising him, saying how much he loves him, how good he is, against Rain’s ear. He also kisses away the tears Rain didn’t realize he was crying. By the time the bond is fully formed and he comes back to himself; he hears voices in the bathroom over the ringing in his ears. 

✧.*

Protect. Hurt. Scared.

The only thought running through Dewdrop’s mind is he has to get to Phantom. He has to. 

“We need to get out there, fuck!” Dewdrop is nearly screaming- pushing his body against Swiss- who was nearly standing in front of the bathroom door like a barricade. 

Dew and Mountain are nearly rabid to get out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. Swiss, still the only one with any sort of logic left- snarled at them to keep them back. 

“Dew- no . Rain doesn’t want us there. We have to respect that,” Swiss snaps- his voice a higher whisper, trying to not alert Phantom or Rain. 

“They screamed. I heard it. Swiss, move,” Mountain snarls. His mossy green eyes open in surprise. Mountain is always gentle and soft-spoken- especially with Swiss, and he is surprised at the surge of anger he feels towards the multi-ghoul. But Mountain wants to get through that door, now . 

Dew is also nearly losing his mind in the bathroom. He's trying to respect Rain, like Swiss said, and let him help Phantom - but right now, Dew’s instincts are stronger than ever. 

He's never felt like this before. He needs to see Phantom- and hold him. Satan knows he doesn't deserve it but every inch of him is screaming to be near Phantom. When he heard Phantom scream- his heart shattered. Swiss- who is stronger than most- held both his arms out- and kept Dew and Mountain at bay, just barely.  He wants to be out there just as badly but he knows Rain will let them know when he wants them back. 

It’s a mere moment later, when Rain finally calls out, like he heard Mountain’s heated words.  “It’s- it’s okay- you can come out,” 

Dew almost breaks down the door in his haste to get out trampling Swiss in the process. Mountain is hot on his tail and, Swiss follows behind, shocked at the others' intense reaction. 

Mountain reaches Rain first- his large hands on the water ghoul’s hazy face, as he sees the bloody bite mark on his neck- then Mountain looks at Phantom, putting the pieces together. The screaming, the panting. 

“Oh, fuck. They…” Mountain begins, but Rain’s whimper brings his attention back to him.

Swiss is next to Phantom, examining his bloody neck. “Shit- bug- did you… did you ask for that?” Swiss whispers and Rain looks at him, wide and watery blue eyes, at the insinuation he would have bit him without consent, breaking through his feral headspace for a minute. 

Phantom is crying and looks at Dewdrop; the fire ghoul hovering by the side of the bed but still not touching him. 

Phantom stares at Dew- desperate, longing. Why… why won’t he touch him?!

But it’s like something in Dew is preventing him from moving. He doesn’t deserve Phantom. He used him, fucked him, never bothering to even knot or mate him. He should have known better. It should have been his teeth on Phantom first. No one else’s. 

Swiss looks at Dew. “Fuck sakes, Dewdrop. Please don’t do this to him,”   

Dew takes a step back- his hands up as he fights against every single urge in his body to shove Swiss, off Phantom, and gather the boy in his arms. He has to cover his mouth and nose with his hand, trying to stifle Phantom's sweet vanilla scent as it makes his head spin. He forces himself to take another step back- and Swiss growls, kneeling over Phantom. 

“I c-can’t… I don’t deserve him- you take care of him,” Dew forces out, his voice muffled from his hand. Phantom hears this and lets out a cry. 

“Dewdrop- fuck - just-“ Swiss begins but Phantom sobs loudly, interrupting him. Rain shudders at the sobs- blindly- reaching for Phantom, even as Mountain has begun to press fevered kisses to the water ghoul’s jaw.  

“ Dew , please… why don’t you want me?!” Phantom sobs and reaches for him. The sight of the naked quintessence ghoul, eyes blown open, feverish and desperate reaching for him, wanting him, sobbing for him. 

Swiss, sitting on top of Phantom, is shaking now. He hates seeing Phantom like this. And hates seeing Dew being so stubborn. Happiness has never come to Dewdrop easily- and Swiss can see the pure joy and adoration that Dew has when he so much as looks at Phantom, let alone, when he touches him. And Dew is denying himself that- because of some damn, selfish, self-pity. 

But, Swiss knows yelling won’t help right now. It’ll only upset Phantom, Rain… honestly all of them. Swiss grabs the fire ghoul's free hand and looks at him almost pleadingly. “Dew… he doesn’t want me right now. He doesn’t need me. He needs you,” Swiss clarifies gently. 

It’s not often Dew just… freezes. But he stares at Phantom, knowing he… shouldn’t. He should walk away, he doesn’t deserve Phantom, he didn’t treat him well, and he- 

“Dew- Dew , I need you, please,” Phantom finally sobs, from the bed, staring at him with watery, desperate amethyst eyes. 

With that, any self-control Dew has, any self-restraint, is gone. 

He nearly shoves Swiss off the bed, making the multi-ghoul tumble into Mountain. 

Dew takes the place on the bed, grabbing Phantom, and pulling the young, crying mess into his arms. 

“Hey, hey- it’s okay- I got you,” he lets out in a stream, clutching the quintessence ghoul close to his chest.  

At Dew’s words, Phantom pounced into his lap as he belonged there, settling his body weight in Dew’s thighs, running his hands in Dew’s hair, and dragging his mouth to Dew’s. 

The taste of Phantom was something that could bring Dew back to life- he’s convinced. He begs he’ll never lose it. Same as the feeling of him. 

Hands settling on Phantom’s waist, he quickly followed a path up and down his sides, over his back, down to his lithe waist. He slipped his hands under Phantom’s shirt, devouring the moan the boy in his lap made at the contact. 

It should be a sin, Dew decided, how Phantom rocked his hips down into his. He moved easily, feeling like liquid sex melting against him. Fuck this boy… is his.  

“… Phantom,” Dew groans, breaking away when the ghoul rolls his hips again.

“Dew,” Phantom hummed in response. He trailed his lips over the scruff of Dew’s chin, teeth coming out to scrape across his jawline. He sank his teeth into the skin of his neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a giant bite mark. The motion sends a thrilling shiver down Dewdrop’s spine as the bites got rougher, and more animalistic as he went on. There was no doubt he’d have bruises and teeth indentations scattered across his throat and neck for the next several days. And maybe.. His mating bite…

Dewdrop tries to stop. Phantom deserves better. Phantom deserves everything good, everything perfect in the world… everything that’s not Dew… 

But any logic quickly leaves Dewdrop’s brain. 

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“… Phantom,” Dew groans, breaking away when the pretty ghoul rolls his hips again.

“ Dew ,” Phantom hummed in response. He trailed his lips over the scruff of Dew’s chin, teeth coming out to scrape across his hard jawline. He sank his teeth into the skin of his neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a giant bite mark. 

The motion sends a thrilling shiver down Dewdrop's spine as the bites get rougher, more animalistic as he goes on. Phantom bites hard, even shaking his head a bit as he does so, breathing heavily into Dew’s neck. There was no doubt he’d have bruises and teeth indentations scattered across his throat and neck for the next several days.

If Dew could, fuck, he’d have Phantom’s teeth marks on him always. He’d be littered in Phantom’s bites, bruises, everything from the quintessence ghoul. He’d be a walking testament to Phantom’s adoration. And he’d have the mating mark, deep and obvious. He wants it all so badly. He wants Phantom. 

Dew’s mouth goes slack as Phantom bites him. Fuck he’s so close… 

It takes nearly all of Dew’s self-restraint to jolt a bit, so Phantom’s bite loosens. 

No, Phantom deserves better than him. Dew didn’t think to knot or mate him before this, spending so many times between Phantom’s legs and never taking care of him the way he should have. 

Dew feels tears well in his eyes as he thinks about how differently he has treated Phantom, compared to how Aether knotted Dew. Aether was big, and strong, kissing Dew and reminding him how adored he was the entire time. He talked clearly- telling him what he was doing, why he was doing it. Dew felt so good. 

Dew is horrified Phantom will never feel that now. He should have done this before; not just knotted him during a time of high emotion and feral headspace and heat. 

But before Dew can dwell on it, Phantom kisses his attention back. Phantom is so desperate on top of Dew, he needs to try to get the upper hand so he can make this good for Phantom, actually help him and make him feel better. The smaller ghoul is almost frantic in his movements and Dew knows he needs to take the edge off, for both of them, if he's honest. 

He's been aching since the bathroom door opened, and Phantom's heat scent engulfed him. It had attacked his nose, making Dew weak at the knees. God, Phantom… so perfect. 

Pulling himself together and gently coaxing Phantom off his lap is tougher than he thought it would be. The younger had latched on to Dew’s clothes, wrapped his tail around his bicep and clenched his thighs tight around his hips, grinding his body against Dew’s, his strength keeping the fire ghoul pinned under him. 

Dew kisses Phantom’s jaw, gasping. “ Bug , you gotta let go, sweet boy. Dew's gonna help, but you gotta let me up,” he is trying to be as clear as possible for the feral boy. 

Phantom answered by whining and letting his claws come out, ripping through Dew’s shirt to get a better grip on his shoulders. Dew hissed at the sharp sting of claws, his back bowed and hips jerked up into Phantom's pelvis. The pain is delicious when coming from Phantom, and he grunts as blood comes out of the claw marks lacing his shoulders. 

The full-body reaction Phantom has to Dew thrusting into him is the perfect chance for Dew to catch him off guard. He can free his legs and flip Phantom under him, finally giving him the upper hand. The startled gasp Phantom lets out is very satisfying, it’s music to his ears, and Dew can't help but smirk. He keeps Phantom pinned with his hips and sits up to remove his shirt. 

When his hand touches a wet spot on his pants, Dew swallows hard. Fuck. Phantom is soaking . Dew feels his hard cock throb at the realization. He loves it when Rain is feral and in heat because he gets wet, soaking wet, like this too. It drove Dew wild . 

He shuffles down the bed, barely hearing Phantom's disappointed cry before it turns to a near scream of absolute pleasure. Dew has Phantom folded in half with his tongue licking as much of Phantom’s flowing slick into his mouth as possible. He isn't being careful, he's frantic in his desperation to taste his most precious Bug. Slick is dripping from his chin and Phantom's involuntary movements are causing it to spread from his chin up the bridge of his nose. 

Fuck, he tastes perfect. 

He's drowning in it, the same way Phantom is drowning in his pleasure. Dew can’t keep his hips still against the bed. His pants are rubbing against his sensitive cock in an almost painful way, but Dew deserves that. It keeps him from forgetting that this is temporary, he doesn't get Phantom like this for real, doesn’t deserve him. 

Just for now. Just while he needs help through his heat…

A hard tug from Phantom’s fingers in his hair pulls him out of his head. “ I got you bug,” he returns his mouth to Phantom's wet hole and drags one hand from Phantom’s thigh, up to his weeping, pulsing cock. A few tugs of his fist and a well-placed movement with his tongue has Phantom drawing up tight, bowing off the bed and nearly bucking lithe Dew off the bed, with the intensity of his orgasm. 

Dew hastily removes his pants while Phantom takes some deep breaths. Phantom’s, now messier, cock has not deflated in the least. It's dark head pulsing against his taut stomach, every little vein and ridge straining with how desperate he is to finally get the knot he wants so badly. 

Phantom seems exhausted at this point, his body finally stilling, but no less needy. “Please Dew. Knot. Me. Now.” It’s slow words, but intense, punctuated and sure. How could anyone say no to that?

The look of absolute petulance on Phantom's face is the last push. Dew lines himself up and enters Phantom in one smooth thrust. A little rougher than he intended but he's losing control- barely had any as is. He's shaking and trying to be gentle with the young, feral ghoul under him. Phantom's face broke into the softest smile feeling Dew bottom out . So pretty.  

His eyes are closed so Dew can stare at his face without feeling guilty, well guiltier. 

“Move, Dew,” Phantom whispers softly. At his beautiful, soft command, it's like Dewdrop’s body isn't his own anymore. Phantom’s words go to every fibre of his being. 

He thrusts fast right from the beginning, hands and arms wrapped around Phantom to keep him as close as possible. His sweaty body melds against Phantom’s perfectly, sticky skin making lewd noises as Dew absolutely loses himself in the quintessence ghoul. 

Only a handful of thrusts later, with a broken choke, Dew feels his knot swell, and it's swelling fast. It's never been like this before, he can't stop himself, he can't even think, he can only fuck. Fuck himself into HIS Phantom; his perfect ghoul. 

One, two, three… Hells , he's coming. His knot is being milked by Phantom's muscles contracting as his body empties yet another load onto his sweat-soaked body. 

“Fuck, Phantom, baby- hell-” Dew’s words are barely legible, his eyes rolling into his head as his knot pops. 

Phantom is sobbing, feeling so full, and he somehow cums again, spilling between their bodies as more slick flows between his thighs and over Dew. 

✧.*

Swiss glances at Dewdrop and Phantom, fully entangled. 

Fucking finally. Dew FINALLY did something smart. He loves his fire ghoul but he makes stupid decisions with his heart sometimes. 

But now that Phantom is satiated, Swiss can focus on the other ghoul suffering in the heat. Usually, Mountain takes care of Rain for his heat, but there are times, like today based on the look the earth ghoul is giving Swiss, when Mounty is just well, too big. 

“I shouldn’t,” Mountain mumbles as he holds Rain’s face in his lap, stroking his hair with his huge hand.

Rain is sensitive at the best of times, during his heat sometimes he can't take the sheer size of Mounty’s knot and needs one that won’t inflict pain on him. So, Swiss, always willing to offer a knot and lend a hand, takes over. The three of them work together to soothe Rain's needs. Mounty holds Rain close as Swiss moves from Phantom's side of the bed to run his hands over Rain's bare legs and up over his hips. 

The earth ghoul is pressing kisses to his forehead but Rain is trying desperately to lick into his mouth. Swiss can't help but find Rain's debauched behaviour incredibly provocative and if the heat scent in the air wasn't enough, he's almost fully hard in his pants. Swiss is always turned on by Rain, the water ghoul’s pretty body and calm demeanour just lurs Swiss in. 

Swiss pulls his shirt over his head as he watches the other two. Mountain and Rain are lost in each other, their hands and mouths running over any part of the other's body that they can reach. Rain cries against Mountain, gasping and rubbing his face in Mountain’s neck. 

“Good, you’re good, you’re okay,” Mountain whispers into Rain’s ear, kissing him again. “Swiss is going to make you feel so good,”

Swiss is removing his pants when Rain looks at him and beckons him closer, with a shaking nod. Swiss is on him instantly and they share a filthy kiss of their own, making the big guy watch this time. Mountain grunts and his eyes are nearly hazy with lust of his own. Swiss makes room around the other ghouls so he can guide his cock into Rain- he can’t wait anymore. 

Rain arches his back right away, Swiss’ tight grip on his hips the only thing that keeps himself from slipping from Rain's dripping entrance. He’s so fucking wet. It sends everyone into a frenzy; Cirrus and Swiss especially though; something about how wet, and desperate, Rain is especially during his heat is fucking irresistible. 

Mounty’s the one that moans into Rain's shoulder at his beautiful reaction. Mountain is so gone on Rain, it's adorable to watch, Swiss smiles at the two while starting to build up a bit of a rhythm. Rain's body is getting restless again, feeling Swiss’s more average-sized knot grow against his entrance with everything, deep thrust. 

“Do it, Swiss,” the earth ghoul grumbles before biting against the mating bite on Rain’s neck. Mounty knows Rain so well that he's the one to urge Swiss to force his knot into the feverish ghoul at just the right time, triggering Rain's orgasm right away. 

“Fucking hell,” Swiss chokes as Rain squeezes around him. Swiss’s hands go to Rain’s dark locks, fisting them tightly. 

Rain is sobbing as he cums, Mounty holds his treasure through it while Swiss freezes above them, his own orgasm hitting nearly instantly, so he rides out his own waves.

Finally, Rain seems a little calmer, not in so much pain at the release. Mountain guides them down, so they can arrange themselves a bit more comfortably, to wait for Swiss knot to go down. Rain dozes instantly, he’s always sleepy after an orgasm, with his face in Mounty’s neck and his hand holding onto Swiss’s.

✧.*

Similarly situated, with Phantom seeming blissed out of his mind- his pupils blown in ecstasy, his chest rising and falling slowly. Dew is so lost in the feeling of pleasure, that when the guilt finally creeps back in, it slams down on him like a pile of bricks. 

Fuck, Dew, you fucked up. Bug deserves so much better. 

As soon as Dew’s knot deflates, he scrambles off Phantom, tears in his eyes as he runs to the bathroom- shutting the door. The sudden, jerking movement scares Phantom, making the boy cry almost instantly. 

Dew fucked up. Fuck - he fucked up so badly. Phantom deserves better- so much better- than getting knotted for his first time in some hotel room, next to Swiss and Rain getting it on, with Mountain watching all of them, for hell’s sake. 

Dew slams his head against the door- his eyes shutting as he hears Phantom’s muffled cries, as Mountain offers comforting words to the ghoul. Dew shudders as he slumps against the door. “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry kid,” he chokes out. 

Smoke is choking his body, heat and fire running through him, as smoke spills out of his ears, and nose, and he coughs out smoke from his lungs as biting tears spill out of his eyes. His heart is hammering in his chest as he grabs the doorknob with a shaking hand to lock it.

Mountain tenses as he sees Dew nearly bolt off Phantom and the giant ghoul’s normally calm demeanor snaps, as he scrambles to grab quintessence ghoul in his big arms. Why the fuck would he do that?! Dew knows better. 

“Hey, no, don’t cry- it’s okay- little bug, you did nothing wrong, you did so well. Please, don’t cry, you did so well,” Mountain murmurs and rubs his cheek- pulling Phantom into his lap, his huge torso wrapped around Phantom. “You’re so good. Dew is having some problems- it isn’t you. Do you hear me?”

Phantom is still coming off his waves of euphoria and emotions and the beautiful, lavender ghoul stares at Mountain. “He… doesn’t want me-”

Mountain cradles his face tightly. “He does. We all do… but him especially. He does want you… he just… he’s having an issue with himself, not you,” the earth ghoul tried to clarify but it fell on deaf ears. Mountain’s heart breaks looking at the quintessence ghoul and he wants nothing more than to make him feel so good and so loved. 

Mountain is furious with Dew but heartbroken for Phantom. He wants to simultaneously pummel Dew but protecting Phantom in his delicate state is the top priority. Dew is beyond careless with Phantom right now, abandoning him like that, after his first knot without so much as a fucking word. 

Mounty's reassurances to Phantom taste like ash in his mouth. They're empty words, he can't explain anything in Dewdrop’s brain, but he can support Phantom and stop him from spiralling. The giant ghoul takes the band's tiny bug in his arms to settle him back on the bed. The boy is still sobbing but no longer with loud or wet noises, just quiet; his little heart is still shattered. 

Mountain isn't great with words, he always was better with actions. He starts petting Phantom’s curly hair to get it out of his face, tucking it around him on the pillow. Phantom really is beautiful and Mounty will never understand how he ended up in their pack, be he's never going to complain either. He loves all of the members dearly. He hasn't been as close to Phantom since he's arrived but he will be definitely changing that, starting right now. How he hasn’t before is a mystery to him, but Mountain is normally so enamoured with Rain around it takes up most of his attention. But this pretty ghoul was in front of him the whole time and he barely touched him. He wanted to, fuck, just never did. Idiot . 

He places gentle kisses on Phantom's forehead, holding him down with his body as a living weighted blanket to ease the boy's distress. Phantom latches on to his long arms and legs, silently begging not to be left alone again. Phantom's body heats up as another wave of pain starts to hit him, the respite from Dew’s knot is gone. 

Mountain feels him clenching in pain underneath him, and he kisses everywhere he can reach to comfort him. Phantom is whimpering softly at the gentle treatment and heat pain. Mounty knows what Phantom needs but also knows that he could end up hurting him the same way he does with Rain sometimes, and he’s terrified of that. 

 “Hey, bug, can I help you now? I know you're heating up again?” Mountain mumbles into his neck. 

 “Please, Mounty. I need help.” Is his whispered reply. Rain and Swiss move a little closer to offer support for the couple, a little awkward considering the situation. Rain especially is shaken out of his trance as he can nearly feel Phantom’s pain. Mounty has renewed determination as he goes from pure comfort to helping Phantom with his heat. 

His touch is less gentle, more frenzied, and soon Phantom stops crying, and is reacting to one of his potential mates making his body sing. Their naked bodies were already pressed together, now moving to seek more friction. Mountain can't stop kissing and licking his sweet-scented skin. Phantom lets out a loud moan when Mounty goes near his mating mark with Rain. He mouths over the still tender bite and it makes a primal feeling overtake him, and he grunts, his huge body reacting by thrusting firmly into Phantom. And that's when Phantom stills. 

Mounty knows what's going to happen next, and he's getting ready to simply finger Phantom until Swiss or Dew are ready. He's too big. He's going to hurt those he loves again… fuck, he should have been more careful. 

He goes to pull away, but he feels Phantom's small hand reach between them, and wrap around his fully hard cock, the knot already obvious even though it's just starting to swell. 

“ Oh, ” Phantom sighs. “It's so big.”

Before the giant ghoul can answer, Phantom turns his watery eyes onto his Mounty, “Please. It's so big. Please put it in me, fill me up,” he’s begging. 

Fucking hell. Who could say no to that?!

Mounty is so turned on his cock twitches in Phantom's hand and a bead of precum runs down, getting caught on his small fingers. Mounty groans into Phantom's shoulders, as Rain lets out a chuckle next to them. The giant quickly returns to his previous kissing and licking, now knowing that Phantom wants this, and wants him. His neck and shoulders are addicting, even littered with marks from the others, hell especially because of the fresh mark from Rain and little bruises from Swiss and Dew. Mounty can't focus on anything else. 

Mountain is completely overcome by the intense need to bite the beautiful ghoul. “Oh, fuck,” he groans, his head pressed into Phantom’s neck, breathing deeply, as his tongue and teeth drag over the ghoul’s skin. The impulse to bite him, mate him, claim him clouds his mind. 

Phantom bares his neck almost immediately- panting and eager- and Mountain mouths at the sweet-smelling spot in the crook of his neck. His hand goes to the base of Phantom’s hair, fisting it, and pulling his head down further. 

Swiss, still knotted in Rain, breaks his gaze from the water ghoul and looks over. “Careful, big guy,” Swiss warns as he kisses Rain’s jaw. 

The water ghoul opens his hazy eyes, focusing on the scene in front of him. Mountain is close to biting Phantom. His green eyes appear almost glazed over, his fangs dragging over Phantom’s speckled neck, and the quintessence ghoul nods eagerly. 

“Wait… wait… bug, are you sure?” Rain says hazily, trying to force some sense of clarity into his voice to make sure his bug is aware of what this means. 

“Yes… don’t you want to do it?” Phantom replies with tears in his eyes and he looks at Mountain. Hell. He is beautiful. 

“Fuck, yes. Wanted to for so long,” Mountain replies desperately, but he snaps his mouth shut and looks at Phantom, carefully, before kissing along his neck. “You sure you want me to, little bug?”

Phantom is gulping, and his head nods fast. “Yes, please ,”

Confirmation enough for him, Mountain proceeds to wrap the ghoul's legs around his waist and pull him close, firm against him. He leans back just far enough to push himself into Phantom's waiting body. His reaction is stunning. Even after fucking two people and being knotted once, Mountain’s knot is so big he might as well have been a virgin. “ Mountain ,” Phantom wails. He's panting. The feeling is extremely intense, almost like it shouldn't fit but it does. 

Mountain can't help but watch as all three of them are enraptured by the stunning ghoul. “Now. I want to bite you when I cum this time,” Phantom has to pant between every few words like he's barely coherent anymore, the pleasure too much. 

Any remaining doubt is thrown out of the earth ghoul's mind as he leans forward to the quintessence ghoul’s bared neck and bites hard, right next to Rain’s, almost overlapping. 

Phantom almost shakes apart from the euphoric feeling as their bond starts to solidify within him. It’s overwhelming and he's pulling Mounty’s head away frantically, but gently. Mountain spares his neck a few licks before Phantom has his teeth on a relatively clear spot on his neck; ironically, they find out later, it's right next to Dew’s. Phantom mouths as the spot and bites. The bite lasts a little longer than Mounty’s because Phantom cums immediately, as the earth ghoul thrusts his full knot gently, and their bond is completed. 

Spiralling words and praises are falling out of someone’s mouth- Mountain isn’t sure who. He is only feeling pure pleasure as he rides out his orgasm, pinning the ghoul into the bed like he is trying to fuck him through it. Mountain couldn’t help but marvel at how small Phantom was compared to him, the bulge appearing in Phantom. Mountain can’t help himself, his huge hand slips down and he palms the spot on the ghoul's stomach, making Phantom sob. Mountain kisses the tears, reminding him that he is so good, so good for him.

✧.*

When Mountain finally manages to pull himself off Phantom when his knot deflates, Swiss is quick to switch places, and holds Phantom tightly, rubbing his horns, and threading his fingers through the boy’s curly hair. He presses kisses to the Phantom’s sweaty forehead. Sweet boy. 

“Do you want them?” Phantom mumbles into his skin. 

Swiss looks down at him, pressing his lips onto Phantom’s forehead. “What?”

Phantom breathes out before his pretty amethyst eyes go to Swiss. “Kits,”

Swiss debates this question for a second. He’s never really thought about it... Or never let himself think about it, too much. No multi-ghoul has ever carried kits- but he could have them with someone else. He can’t lie and say he’s never thought about it with Rain… But he answers the quintessence ghoul. “Maybe? One day I guess. I don’t know,”

Phantom looks at him and purrs. “I do.”

Swiss smiles and ruffles his hair. “They’d be lucky to have you if you decide to have them. But you’re still young. You have time. We all have time,” Swiss says, and as he thinks about it, he smiles, overcome with the daydream he has more than he likes to admit. “A little kit in the pack? How sweet. We should have had one sooner,” Swiss jokes but almost instantly- the atmosphere in the room plummets. 

Beside them, Rain’s entire body stiffens from under Mountain. His entire energy, magic, and aura shift almost immediately- and both Swiss and Phantom notice. Phantom especially tries to shuffle forward to Rain, reaching for his sweet love. “Rain… Rainy , what’s wrong?”

Rain is so heartbreakingly sad, his huge blue eyes watering. “Please don’t talk about them...” He snuffles out as he cries against Mountain’s chest. “I don’t deserve them,” Rain mumbles, so softly, it’s like he was saying it only to himself.  

Swiss hear him well, also shuffling over, so they’re crowded against Rain. Mountain has woken up, his groggy eyes focusing on the distressed ghoul under him. Swiss looks confused. “What do you mean you don’t deserve them, Rainbow? You deserve everything good. You’d be so good with a kit-“

Rain shakes his head. “No. No . You don’t… fuck! You don’t understand!  I don’t fucking deserve anything. I’ve lost all of them. All of them. I was never able to carry one for any sort of time. Fuck . I’ve lost them and I miss them every fucking time. They deserved more. Life. They deserved a carrier who could actually protect them. But instead, they got… me. Fuck,” Rain chokes out. His eyes shut as if he is reliving the brutal experience of losing a life he wanted desperately to carry, to nurse, to adore. Fuck. He would have adored them- so much. 

The weight of the words slam onto Swiss. 

He was right.  

Rain lost kits- oh hell- he’s lost more than one. And he mourned every crippling loss, alone, never admitting the pain he was going through. 

Phantom is out from under Swiss in record time, his lithe body nearly wrapping around Rain. His hand goes to Rain’s hair, dragging his face closer to his neck, and his tail wraps around Rain’s legs, as he hugs his arm around his waist, tightly. “It’s okay- you’re so good, Rain. It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Phantom whispers reassuringly and presses soft, loving kisses to the water ghoul’s distraught face. 

Rain almost seems to try to shove him off- anger rising in him- but then he also grips at Phantom’s lithe waist. “No- shut up. Shut up. Fuck off. You don’t know. It’s my fault. Fuck… it’s all my fault.”

Phantom, a protective, low growl comes out when he grabs Rain’s face. Despite the fact they’re still in a pile in between Mountain and Swiss, Phantom props himself between them, hugging the water ghoul against his naked body, and keeping the other two ghouls off him, for the time being. 

“No. Stop it,” Phantom tells him firmly. But the tears don't stop. But just by being next to him, Phantom’s calming adoration and love for Rain seems to flood the ghoul. Words don’t matter right now. What matters is Phantom is trying, from his entire core, to remind Rain that he isn’t a bad thing simply for experiencing loss. He’s not. He’s good and pure and doesn’t deserve the pain life has dealt him. 

The bathroom door opens, and Dew comes out, on shaky legs. He was listening to everything. One look between him and Rain, and Dew slides back into the bed nearly instantly. Phantom is too lost in his instinctual need to be with Rain to be angry with Dew for abandoning him. 

Dew and Rain always shared a bond, something so strong and protective. He cradles Rain onto his chest- his heat radiating through his body. “It’s not your fault. You need to know that. Fuck. You didn’t deserve any of this shit you’ve been through,” Dew mumbles. It isn’t exactly a soft words of affirmation, but it’s a reminder for the water ghoul who is often too hard on himself. 

Rain doesn’t respond, not to anyone. The praises and constant reassurance almost make him feel worse. Not worthy of it, fuck. He just buries his head into Phantom’s neck for the time being- ending the conversation for now. He’s too feral, too fragile, for any good to come out of this anymore. 

When Dew’s hand inadvertently slips to grab Phantom’s, Swiss snarls lowly and swats it away. Dew blinks hard and tries to avoid his own tears. 

It’s a haze of cuddles and long limbs being strewn over each other as the pile of five remains on the hotel bed. Dew and Phantom huddle close to each other, despite the boy's still heartbroken look at being abandoned after Dew knotted him. 

When the fire ghoul starts kissing along Phantom’s jawline, making the quintessence ghoul melt against him, a look of confusion flashes over Phantom’s features. Phantom tries to conceal the tears and Swiss finally growls. He grabs Dewdrop, ripping him out of the bed, ignoring the surprised whines and cries from Phantom and Rain, and the questioning look from Mountain. 

Swiss loves Dewdrop. But he loves Phantom, too. And Dewdrop is hurting Phantom whether or not he means to. And as much as Swiss adores the fire ghoul; it isn’t fair to bug for Dew to be treating him this way. 

Swiss grabs Dewdrop, as he slams the bathroom door shut, pushing him against the door and growling. Dew looks surprised, but he’s used to rough treatment from Swiss- when he asks for it. Swiss fucks him rough, and loves him hard. But Dew can see the anger.  “If you can’t give that boy what he needs, be the person for him that he wants- you gotta let him go. Don’t touch him, confuse him, don’t do anything with him again. His state is way too fragile now. You knotted him then fucking ran off him like a bat outta’ hell. The fuck is wrong with you?!” Swiss snarls at Dewdrop. 

Dew stares at him. Not be with Phantom— at all? No. No. He can’t do that. “I can’t,” Dew chokes out. 

Swiss yells at him now. “You have to let him go!”

Dewdrop yells back at him, aggressively. “I can’t! I can’t!” 

“Then fucking do better,” Swiss snarls at him. Swiss loves too deeply to see the quintessence ghoul ever cry like he did because of Dew abandoning him. And Swiss loves Dewdrop, and fuck, the stompy, stubborn fire ghoul deserves happiness. And Phantom is happiness. Why would Dew deny himself of that any longer? 

“He loves you most,” Swiss admits. 

Dew sighs and sags under his hands, as the multighoul holds him against the bathroom door. “Don’t deserve him. He’s too good.” 

Swiss tightens his grip. “You deserve happiness , Dewdrop. You do. I know it doesn’t come easily but for your sake, his, for all of our sake… just… let yourself find happiness because it’s right fucking in front of you.”

It’s Rain who asks Mountain to be with Swiss to the bathroom, so he can have time alone with the fire ghoul and Phantom; both of them needing it. Rain will watch to make sure Phantom isn’t hurt. He's more clear-headed but still protective. 

Dewdrop comes out, looking defeated, and looks at Phantom with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry… kid. I’m so sorry you are… fuck… just everything. And I didn’t feel deserving of you. But I shouldn’t have done what I did.” 

Phantom looks at him, hurt still, but his eyes soften when he finally reaches for Dewdrop and pulls him into the bed. No more words for the time being. Phantom just wants to be with him. 

Rain and Phantom are immediately on either side of the fire ghoul, pressing kisses to his neck, and jaw, anywhere they can get. Phantom entangles his hand into Dew’s long, blond hair, so his head is tilted back so he can reach his pretty mouth. 

“Good- you’re so good, Dew. Fuck, so good,” Phantom praises. It nearly makes Dew sob instantly at the praise. He doesn’t feel deserving of it, none of it, but Rain and Phantom make him feel so good and so loved. 

Rain kissed the scars of his gills, Phantom sees it, but knows it’s not his place to touch. 

Phantom is kissing Dew; kissing away the tears that’s coming out of his eyes on his flared cheeks. Steam rises from the contact of the liquid on his hot skin. Rain works his way down the fire ghoul's body until he finds his cock, kissing it and wrapping his long fingers around it- making Dew gasp and buck into his hands. 

Phantom is mouthing at the spot on Dewdrop’s neck and the fire ghoul almost immediately drops his head, baring his neck. 

They don’t need any guidance from Rain for this. Phantom kisses his neck, before sinking his fangs deep into Dew’s skin, piercing the flesh, and making the fire ghoul cry out, his eyes fluttering shut, as he comes in Rain’s hand almost immediately. 

Phantom laps up the blood- kissing the wound- as Dew fists his curly hair in his hands. “Good- so good, Dew,” he praises. 

Hells, the praising. Dew doesn’t deserve it. 

But even though he doesn’t deserve it, Phantom is so willing and wants to give it. So, why keep denying himself something so good, so pure? 

Phantom— the missing piece that no one knew they needed, and now they can’t live without. 

Phantom guides Dew’s head to his neck and the fire ghoul breathes in heavily, the sweet scent filling his nose, as he turns and slots himself between Phantom's leg, grinding against him. 

“Okay?”

Phantom nods eagerly. “Yeah… yeah. Please,” 

Phantom screams when Dew bites his neck, coming again, and crying. Good, so good. 

Rain is watching, protectively over his bug, but also… so happy, to see the love radiating through the room. 

✧.*

Swiss, Mountain, and Dew are amazed that the two ghouls manage to play the shows they had lined up for the next day. They were all over each other on stage- making the fans go wild- but it was magic how they seemed to support each other and manage to still perform.

Finally, back on the tour bus, Mountain and Swiss somehow manage to cram into the same bunk as Rain. The water ghoul, who is nearly pinned underneath them, his lanky limbs stuffed into an unimaginable angle, whines. 

“Ah, fuck, you two are heavy- get off- Dew, help ,” Rain muffles, as both Mountain and Swiss try to snuggle him. Dew is out at the back, smoking a cigarette, unable to hear the water ghouls' voice.  

“You get him all the time!” Swiss snaps at Mountain, moping. 

Mountain, so full of love and adoration, just smiles and hugs Rain tighter. “I can’t help it. Where is the other one?”

Said other one, Phantom, came out of the bathroom- with big, curious eyes, as he heard Rain’s voice. He shuffles down the corridor, before Swiss nearly scoops him up by the scruff of his neck and the quintessence ghoul lets out a surprised cry. “Hey, wait- what?! No, I can’t fit!” Phantom whines as Swiss drags him into the bunk- which is absolutely, definitely, not made for four ghouls. Swiss stuffs Phantom on top of him, his limbs wrapped around him tightly to keep him from falling and somehow Phantom winds up on top of Rain, sandwiched in between Mountain and Swiss. 

He looks around and whines. “Help,” he says to Rain. 

Rain snorts- before kissing the mark on Phantom’s neck. “You think you need help? I’m getting suffocated down here.” 

Dew comes back to the bunks after his cigarette- his brow raised as he sees a pile of tangled limbs and tails from behind the privacy curtain on the bunks. He raises an ashy blond brow and snorts. “What’s going on in there, shitheads?” 

“They captured us,” Rain groans, and Mountain laughs. 

“They won’t let us go!” Phantom squeaks. 

Dew scowls, before somehow managing to grab Phantom's tail, playfully tugging it, and the ghoul whines before climbing out of the bunk and nearly falling into Dew’s awaiting arms. “Sorry. He’s mine for the night,” Dew tells them. 

Back in their familiar bunk on the tour bus, Dew sits next to Phantom, cradling the freckled ghoul’s face. Phantom is in one of Rain’s blue hoodies, and a pair of Dew’s sweatpants. Dew smiles at the sight, as he peppers kisses over Phantom’s face, making the sweet boy giggle and hug him tighter, so tightly over his torso. He’s strong. 

Dew winces a bit but doesn’t ask him to loosen his grip. It’s fascinating to see Phantom’s magic and power fluctuate and grow, and Dew will spend as much time as he can observing the quintessence ghoul. His emotions are intense and deepened, even more than before- reflecting in his magic. He’ll need to get Aether to have a look at him too. 

“You have a lot of magic, kid,” Dew mumbles into the boy's hair. Phantom is nearly glimmering in the dark. 

Phantom’s brows knit together. “I don’t understand it yet,” he admits. In the dark bunk; the freckles on Phantom’s face nearly glitter and shine like small galaxies painted over his skin. 

Dew presses kisses along his cheeks, following the outline of stars on his lavender hue skin. But his face falls when he thinks about how cowardly he was earlier. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, for what I did… leaving you after that. I don’t talk about shit well. But that… was so stupid of me. You deserve so much better-”

Phantom kisses him to make him stop talking. “Stop it. You were scared. I get it,”

“No, no, kid. No matter what I felt, I should have thought about you first. I promise I’ll do better.” Dew whispers. Clutching his face and kissing him, tears in his eyes. 

Phantom smiles and presses his body as close to psychically possible. “I know, love, it’s okay. I love you. I love you, Dew,” Phantom reminds him, and soon they’re a pile of limbs and bodies as they curl together in the bunk. Phantom kisses over his bite on Dew’s neck, making the fire ghoul shudder. 

“Mine.” Phantom breathes. 

✧.*

Back in the abbey, in Rain’s little outcove, Phantom had come for a visit. Phantom loves the outcove, in a crumbling part of the abbey, where spring water is collected in a glittering pool. It’s cold and smells like earth. Reflections of the rippling water dance off the crumbling grey stones, and water plants grow all around. Outside the window, the lake is visible. 

In contrast to the cool atmosphere, in Rain’s bed, it’s warm and cozy. Rain has a thick fleece blanket he nipped off Mountain. It’s brown, warm and ragged from use. Phantom cuddles against Rain, draped in the blanket, and his head pressed against the slight swell of the water ghoul’s stomach. His lavender hand is holding onto Rain’s chest, the other on his hip, and he presses soft kisses along Rain’s ribs and stomach. 

“You’re like a cat,” Rain murmurs as he dozes against the quintessence ghoul’s touch. 

Phantom purrs, proving the point. He reaches up, holding Rain’s cold hand in his. “You don’t cry as much these days,” Phantom observes out loud. 

Rain smiles. “Yeah. Don’t feel like I need to, I guess. I have a lot more to smile about,” Rain brushed over the mark, making Phantom shiver. “Glad I found you… little bug. You’re probably the most precious thing I ever could have wanted. Didn’t even know I was missing something in my life till you showed up,” 

The quintessence ghoul doesn’t answer- he seems to be listening to something intently. His head is on Rain's soft stomach still, the pads of his fingers tracing the water ghoul's damp skin.  His eyes pop open wide and he grins. “Little water lily,” 

Rain stills but doesn’t answer. Nor does he ask for Phantom to elaborate, yet. His fingers go to the mark on Phantom’s thigh and he runs the pad of his thumb over it, making the ghoul shiver again. “Maybe. Maybe one day.” 

Phantom seems to understand. But it’s like can see it in his mind; a beautiful, little pale thing running around. Giggling, happy, created out of love. One day. Sooner than they would all think. 

Phantom snuggles closer to Rain, feeling sleepy and safe in the water ghoul's embrace. And feeling loved. Endlessly loved, with the marks on his neck to prove it. 

Rain, who always felt so undeserving of adoration, feels settled and safe in Phantom’s comfortable embrace. For so long, the water ghoul felt terrified of life. It was daunting and scary, and he didn’t understand why he was made. Dewdrop went through so much pain because of him. Rain was heartbroken often, and sad, and his bandmates always tried to remind him they loved him, but he felt so undeserving of it. He lost… so much. 

Rain deserved nothing. Sometimes, he felt that it would be so much easier if he just… wasn’t there. 

But he found love in his pack mates. But especially in Swiss’s constant kisses, Dew’s fiery love for him, hugging him around the waist and kissing his hair. And Mountain’s firm, steadfast love. He holds him during the nights, his gentle voice reminding him how loved he is. 

And now, Phantom… being the missing part of his heart, he never knew he needed. He lessens his pain, and makes him feel safe and whole. 

Rain starts crying, but not because he’s in pain. It’s quite the fucking opposite. Rain hugs Phantom tightly. That kid is pure magic. 

And everyone is lucky to have him. And he’s lucky to have them. 

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Night Terrors, Nightmares

Fem!Reader x Copia, Swiss and Mountain (mainly x Copia)

❗️TW❗️: Night terrors/Nightmares, not explicitly stated what about but reader is very shaken up, a little angsty?, over all comfort.

A/n: this based mostly on my experience with night terrors so be kind and please let me know if I missed any triggers, I hope you enjoy this one <3

Summary: When reader has been woken up in a panic for weeks, Copia tries to help.

Italian Translations: Dolcezza = sweetness, Amour = love, Amour mio = my love, Tesoro = darling, Topolina = little Mouse, si = yes

Sobs racked through your body as you cried into Copias chest, trying to get yourself under control as he gently pets your hair, murmuring sweet Italian words.

It had been another terrible night for you, waking up distressed and sticky with sweat. It was the same every damn night, pain and suffering flooding your mind to the point where you were afraid to sleep. Weeks of this indescribable torment.

Your body was shaking, trying to rid itself of the adrenaline that had overtook your sleeping form for 7 long minutes. Your mind raced through every little thing you could remember.

Thank Satan Copia had insisted on staying over for the night, he had noticed your distraught appearance lately and was increasingly concerned when you opened up about your night terrors. So the arrangement was made, he would sleep in your room for the night. Maybe it would help?

He had this aura of calmness around him, one that was quick to subside your screaming and crying to quieter whimpers and hiccups.

"That's it dolcezza, let it all out. You're safe here with your papa, hm? He will not let anything bad happen to you."

He continues to pet your hair and hold you delicately in his arms, his heartbeat steady and soothing against your tear stained cheek.

You follow the patterns of his breathing and you soon find your body slowing down to it's normal rhythms.

"There she is, you do not have to be afraid now, you're right here in my arms, si? Nothing can get to you here."

You breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like you were truly back in the present time again.

"Thank you" you whisper out hoarsely in a small voice. Not once had you been able to calm down this fast. Usually it took an hour, if not more to remotely calm yourself down.

"You do not have to thank me, I'm doing my duty as your papa, it’s my pleasure amour mio." He smiles softly as your fatigued form begins to completely slump against his.

"Do you want to go back to try going back to sleep?" He asks, pressing a comforting kiss onto your temple.

You shake your head no, "I'm too scared" you whisper again.

"Well we can't have than now can we tesoro? How about I call one or two of the Ghouls in here, they can give you a cuddle, bring you snacks and a drink while we wait for sleep?" Copia asks while slowly sitting up against the headboard of your bed, managing to keep you secure in his grasp.

"Aren't they asleep right now?" You peer up at him, your eyes a little sore from being squeezed shut so tightly.

"Ah, do not worry about that." He reassures you with a smile and a wave of his hand, "we both know they'd do anything for you."

You nod slowly and before you know it, Swiss and Mountain are at your door with a water bottle and armfuls of snacks they know you like.

"We weren't sure what you'd be feeling like so we just took everything" Swiss grins and drops half the snacks by you on the bed.

You smile and welcome the bits of Quintessence energy he filters through to you when he curls up against your back.

“You’re having very loud thoughts aren’t you baby?” Swiss coos comfortingly, slinging his arm gently around your waist.

The Ghouls all know you don't like any Quints going through your mind, no matter how intensely you were stressing out. So was easier for a Multi to feed little bits of it to you to take away the edge of your stress without going through your head.

You quickly grew sleepier, especially when Mountain started massaging your achey leg muscles.

"Take a sip of this, it'll help everything" Mountain encourages, handing the drink bottle to you which you now realise is a thermos filled with the most calming/sleep inducing tea Mount could find.

You take a couple of long swigs from it, happily sinking further into the pillows when you'd had enough.

"Thank you, all three of you. You're too good to me." You hum, feeling the liquid start to soothe your throat already.

"No, no, no, you're very deserving of all this love babygirl" Swiss rumbles from behind you, a purr erupting from deep in his chest when he feels you melt into his cuddles.

Mountain trills with agreement to Swiss' statement, crawling up to lie his head on your stomach while interlocking your fingers with his.

"I think the snacking can wait til tomorrow, eh? You look so sleepy in this little cuddle pile, under these blankets and Ghouls, you remind me of my rats in winter, topolina" Copia murmurs, knowing his voice is grounding to listen to.

You babble something incoherent but it sounded happy so the three smile as you drift off into a more peaceful slumber. Swiss and Mountain soon follow behind but Copia waits a while until he’s sure you’re okay before kissing your temple once more and falling asleep.

Do not copy, translate, transfer (plagiarise) or take ‘inspiration’ from any of my fics.

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[succulent-ghoul]

Mountain ghoul X swiss ghoul X nerd ghoul reader

Hehehe ghoul reader content has become my fav and when I say nerd I mean videogames nerd. From the perspective of a earth ghoul but it's ambiguous.

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Your lounging in the den playing videogames it's been absurdly quiet. So far it seems everyone's at practice and you being you decided to skip for a few more hours in your newest online obsession. You've only been topside for a few months and yet you've become enamored with video games. The other ghouls were casual with their entertainment via video games but you were infatuated.

Your so entrenched in your game you didn't notice that two ghouls entered the main den until they were sitting next to you and cuddling. Quickly you finish up your game and turn off your switch to see who's there, revealing Swiss and Mountain. Swiss is laying on top of mountain while they cuddle, swiss flirting up a storm and mountain laughing and pressing kisses onto swiss's lips.

It's not like you don't want them to be happy or anything, but it's awfully awkward listening to them be all lovey-dovey while sitting not even a foot away. Swiss suddenly sits up combing his fingers through his hair and laughs, god his laugh was hot. Quickly you shake your head and turn your switch back on to distract yourself. But before you can go back to your game Swiss snatches your switch away.

"what are you doing?" You almost demand trying to get your switch back swiss laughs again "I'm keeping you from rotting your brain, you've spent all day playing games on this thing. You need to disconnect." Swiss smirks down at you while you jump up and try to get your switch that is just out of reach.

Mountain speaks up "Swiss is right y'know. I haven't seen you separated from that switch in weeks." You look back at mountain with a sense of betrayal. Swiss continues to hold the switch out of reach, and resigning yourself to boredom. You flop on the couch next to mountain, to which he drags you into a hug. You groan and complain but don't actually fight the warm grip mountain has on you.

Not to be outdone swiss falls ontop of the two of you quickly crushing you between him and mount. You groan and push at swiss so you can get comfortable, to which swiss presses kisses to your neck. You giggle and mountain starts pressing kisses to your face, before long your laughing as they press kisses to whichever piece of uncovered skin they can find.

Softly swiss squeezes you as you cuddle, and you can't help but laugh some more as mountain gives you another quick kiss on the cheek.

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[forlorn-crows]

crow I'm going to bite you so damn hard for that swissalps thought I swear

you'll just have to keep biting me i guess. rambling essentially co-written by @askingforthesun bc we wouldn't shut up about it last night

[continuation of this post]

Swiss kneeling between his legs, keeping them open so he can see mountain clench around nothing. Mountain dripping and whining and wriggling bc he wants more, but oh, swiss is nothing but a menace. Big hands on mountains thighs while he stretches him open and mountain is panting and making the loveliest sounds. Moans and hiccups and whines that go through the break in his voice. Hole clenching around the plug begging it to go all the way in

So patient, being such a good boy for me as swiss denies him the one thing he wants. Little dick just throbbing, getting so full from being untouched. 

Swiss-uhh, mountain whines with his head tossed back on the pillow

Mountain-uhhh, swiss only teases back. What you want, baby, hm?

Need it in, please, put it in

Its not all the way in bc he wont let mountains body suck it all the way in, its hovering at the widest part and he just wants to cry. He wants to feel full and swiss is just tormenting him bc he wants to see his wet cunt squeeze around nothing

And swiss being swiss, when he finally does push it all the way in, he does it with his pinky, ring and middle sinking into his cunt simultaneously and trapping mountain’s clit between his thumb and forefinger.

That’s it baby, right there, huh? All sweet and sappy and mountain nearly cries bc gods its so fucking much. Torture and pleasure all at once and he’s drooling so much, he cant think straight

Gonna cum—fuck ‘m gonna— and swiss encouraging him come on, baby, be a good boy and lemme see you cum for me

And mountain whines like a wounded animal, huffing out moans every time his stomach spasms as hes cumming and all swiss can do is watch, eyebrows upturned and groaning out a fuuuuck yes

His own dick is nice and chubby now, so drunk on watching mount’s ass clench around this pretty pink toy and….yeah, he wants in now. Wants to replace that plug with his hard as steel cock, fuck another one out of him. Sweet talkin mount as hes still coming down let me treat you right sweetheart and his hands just alllll over him. Draping himself over the earth ghoul and mouthing at his neck, begging to fuck him and mountain can only whine out a sad uh huh

Swiss slowly turning him onto his belly. Rutting his cock against the flair of the plug and lucifer the noises mountain makes.

Gonna fuck you so good, baby, so much better than that toy groaning and growling right up against mountain’s ear yeah? Gonna take it for me? Shit makes you so wet, doesn’t it? And hes stroking his folds so soft compared to the rest of what hes doing

Mountain just nodding feverishly against the sheets, pressing his ass back against swiss’ length. Claws digging into the fabric, close to ripping and swiss chuckles so deep. Pulling at the plug and relishing in the way it makes him drip

Lets get you filled up, pretty boy

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[riconas]

If you feel like writing anything with Swiss while on the plane 👀👀👀 that would be neat 👀👀👀 I'm not picky on pairing

ok swiss alps rimming lets goooooo

“I wanna eat you out,” Swiss announces.

“Oh,” Mountain says, surprised. He turns his head to look at Swiss, tail flicking nervously. “I’ve never—done that. Before.”

Swiss squeezes his waist, earnest. “Really?” 

“Yeah. Never had the chance.” 

Swiss smiles brightly. “You wanna? It’ll feel good.” 

Mountain does want. Everything feels good when it comes to Swiss, and he isn’t going to turn down a chance to have his ass eaten. It unfortunately doesn’t change the fact that he really has never done this before—never been on the receiving end, always more than happy to give—and he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Swiss. Not that there’s much to be embarrassed about, but still. 

“Okay,” Mountain says, not bothering to hide the way his voice shakes a little. “Do you want… like this? Should I move to make it easier, or—”

“Flip over,” Swiss tells him, patting his ass. “Wanna see your face when I lick you.”

Mountain swallows his groan and rolls awkwardly onto his back, avoiding eye contact as much as possible. His cheeks are on fire. He feels so exposed, and even though Swiss has seen him naked plenty of times before, he feels the urge to hide. It’s different, somehow. More vulnerable. 

“You okay?” Swiss asks, rubbing his thigh affectionately. “Why that face?”

“Nervous,” Mountain admits.

Swiss smiles. “Don't be. Nothing to be nervous about.”

Plenty to be nervous about, actually, but Mountain doesn’t say that. No need to ruin the mood. He lies back on the pillows, buzzing with anticipation, and shuffles up obediently when Swiss slides a pillow under his hips. It’s no big deal! He’s done this plenty of times. Can’t be that much different being on the other side, can it? 

“May I?” Swiss asks.

Mountain nods. “Go ahead.”

He feels Swiss’s tongue first, warm and wet and strangely soft, and can’t help but fist his hands in Swiss’s coarse hair, fighting the urge to yank. It’s… different. Not unpleasant, but unfamiliar, way out of his comfort zone. He doesn’t know how to react, whether to grind, whether to beg for more. 

“Oh,” he gasps, as Swiss dips one finger in, then two, then scissors them apart and pushes his tongue in between them. “Oh, Satanas.” 

He can feel Swiss’s stubble rubbing up against his sensitive skin, rough and prickly. Maybe he’ll have beard burn there, be red and raw when he goes to clean up later. Maybe he’ll feel it for another day or two. 

“Taste fucking incredible,” Swiss murmurs, and the vibrations nearly drive Mountain right out of his fucking mind. He moans, toes curling so hard his thighs begin to shake, and tightens his grip on Swiss’s hair. He hopes he isn’t pulling too hard. 

Then Swiss’s fingers are gone and it’s just his tongue left, fucking in and out of Mountain’s hole, making noises so obscene it makes Mountain’s stomach hurt. It’s so little and so much, all at the same time. He needs more. He can’t take it. He’s probably making all kinds of ridiculous expressions, so out of tune with his body, while Swiss sucks at his rim like he’ll never eat ass again. 

“Hold your legs up,” Swiss encourages, both hands holding Mountain open, stretching him tight. “Spread those cheeks for me. Show me that pretty hole,” and Mountain whines so plaintively he shocks himself into silence. Absolutely insane, the things Swiss does to him, the way Swiss makes him feel. 

He’ll have to repay the favour another time. Get Swiss all spread out across his bed, fold him in half like the gentleman he is and eat him out until he’s sobbing. Got to even the score, after all. 

“Are you—” Swiss licks a long, broad stripe, pressing delicately into his taint, and Mountain’s eyes roll back in his head. “Oh, are you enjoying this? Licking my—hole?”

Swiss laughs. “Enjoying this? Sweetheart, I’m having the time of my life.”

Mountain closes his eyes. It’s a losing battle. Whatever he says, Swiss will manage somehow to top it with some dreadfully horny response. 

“Are you really getting off on this?”

No hesitation. “Yes.” 

Mountain shudders. “Am I allowed to… cum, like this?”

“Can you?” Swiss asks, sounding genuinely curious. 

“I don’t know,” Mountain admits. 

“Can you try?”

“Yeah,” and Mountain holds his legs tighter, forces his hips up as far as they’ll go. Weakly, he says, “All yours.” And then: “You can spit on it.”

Swiss’s grin turns predatory. “You nasty,” he says, sounding so indescribably proud. “Spit on it, huh?” He slaps Mountain right there, the noise ringing out so slick, so dirty. “Sure thing, princess. If that’s what you want.” 

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[ghoul-slime]

80 with some mountain/swiss? if you'd so kindly write it :)

Mountain/Swiss with a little bit of mean Swiss and some boot kink (as a treat). Also still taking prompts!

Swiss knows what he looks like up on that stage. How his uniform pants hug his hips in just the right way, how the vest cinched tight around his waist accentuates his broad shoulders and chest. The way he grinds into his mic stand, strokes his rain shaker like it's an extension of himself.

Swiss loves putting on a show, and tonight, Mountain feels like the show is just for him. Swiss has been watching him all night long, eyes shining and brilliant white fangs on display. Every thrust of his hips and flick of his tongue were aimed directly at Mountain’s kit, and Swiss made sure he knew it. Every time Mountain glanced at Swiss’ platform he’d been staring back at him, shooting him that signature too-wide grin normally reserved for the crowd.

Mountain sweats through his uniform faster than usual that night.

At bows he feels Swiss press up against him and take his hand. And he doesn’t let go as they walk off stage, dragging him past the techs and through the venue to the dressing rooms. Mountain is still sweating as Swiss pushes and pulls him, bullies him onto the dressing room couch with his long legs spread. Distantly, Mountain notices that his own boot laces are still untied.

“You’ve been watching me all night, big guy” Swiss laughs, “Pretty sure you’ve been drooling.”

Mountain sputters, wanting to point out that Swiss had been leering at him all night, but the thought is snuffed out when Swiss leans in to kiss him, shoving his tongue into his mouth, wet and hot and licking in deep. He tastes like cannabis and grease makeup.

Mountain is hard in his pants immediately.

Swiss breaks the kiss, straightening back up and grinning down at Mountain again. Hungry. 

He’s still grinning when he lifts one foot to press between Mountain’s legs, digging directly into his crotch with the toe of his boot. Mountain moans ragged and deep as Swiss increases the pressure, bending his knee and leaning in as he presses the thick rubber sole of his boot onto Mountain’s straining cock.

“What? Does that feel good?” Swiss teases, feigning surprise as Mountain whimpers an affirmative, hands scrabbling at the fabric of the couch as Swiss eases the pressure.

Mountain clenches his eyes and nods frantically when Swiss presses in again. This time he twists his foot, dragging the toe of his boot down Mountain’s cock before pressing in one more time with his heel. Mountain can feel the entire sole of his boot pressing against the length of his twitching cock, and he opens his eyes to see a dark, wet patch blooming at the tip, soaking through the fabric.

“Think you can cum like this?” Swiss asks, sounding genuinely surprised. Mountain nods again.

He’s expecting Swiss to take pity on him, press back in with his boot and finish him off right there in his pants, making a mess of his uniform and the dressing room couch. Instead Swiss pulls away completely, leaving Mountain shaking, looking up at him through damp lashes. 

He’s ready to start begging when Swiss hauls himself into Mountain’s lap. Suddenly it’s a blur, Swiss grinding into his lap, dragging his own clothed erection up and down Mountain’s leaking cock as he humps relentlessly against him. The couch creaks with their weight as Swiss attaches his mouth to Mountain’s neck, eagerly nipping and sucking with filthy, wet sounds. Swiss snakes a hand into Mountain’s hair, licking across his Adam’s apple, mouthing thick and slick into his ear, dragging the sharp points of his fangs up the length of his pulsing jugular as he twists and grinds. Treating Mountain’s lap like a mirror image of his mic stand on stage.

Mountain feels the heat coil in his gut, balls drawing up tight and ready to bust when Swiss backs off. He cries out at his ruined orgasm and Swiss only grins down at him, black grease paint nearly completely smudged off, remnants of it staining his fangs. Mountain knows his neck must be a fucking wreck, streaked with black and peppered with bruises, shiny wet with Swiss’ spit.

“Too bad,” Swiss laughs, and pats Mountan’s cheek with the palm of one big hand. He stands, adjusting his own straining cock in his pants and turns to leave with a sway of his hips. 

Mountain can only stare, chest heaving and erection flagging as Swiss makes for the door of the dressing room.

Before he leaves, he looks at Mountain over his shoulder, sporting another wicked grin. 

“Rooming with Aether tonight, think maybe you should ask to swap hotel keys with him.” 

Swiss blows him a kiss and as the door closes, Mountain can hear Swiss laughing to himself all the way down the hallway.

#swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss/mountain #mountain/swiss #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #swiss x mountain #mountain x swiss #ghoul-slime ask #ghoul-slime fic

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

Early Mornings

Pairings: Mountain X Swiss Type: Fluff Summary: Early mornings with SwissAlps Warnings: None Word Count: 332 Notes: Just a little blurb for some sappy boys <3 Read here on ao3

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The sunlight poured through the sheer curtains of Mountain’s room much too early for Swiss’s liking. It felt like an assault on his eyes, and he chuffed, burying his face into Mountain’s chest. It blocked out some of the offending brightness, but he was already awake, unable to see himself being able to go back to sleep.

He chuffed again and turned in Mountain’s arms, deciding to face away from the earth ghoul. Mountain pulled him slightly closer, causing Swiss to squirm in discontent.

“Good morning, Sunflower,” Mountain hummed, burying his nose in Swiss’s locks and inhaling the soft, cedarwood scent of the multi ghoul.

“Morning,” Swiss grunted, pushing back against Mountain.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“Too bright. Restless,” Swiss said, blunt. He typically got in moods when woken up earlier than he wanted, leaving whoever was with him with short, blunt replies.

“Do you want to get up? I can get you coffee while you shower,” Mountain suggested. His tone was soft and sweet, and his voice was still hoarse from just waking up. He felt Swiss’s shoulders relax, and he smiled.

“Don’t know,” Swiss frowned, finally turning to look at Mountain.

Mountain smiled again, brushing a braid out of Swiss’s face. “Should’ve reminded me to pull the black out curtains closed last night.”

“Didn’t wanna bug you.”

“But I don’t mind if you bug me, darling,” Mountain gently chided, pressing a kiss to Swiss’s lips. “Coffee or tea this morning?”

Swiss thought for a moment, debating his options. “Tea. Lemon.”

Mountain smiled and pressed a kiss to Swiss’s forehead, attempting to climb out of bed, only to be pulled closer by the multi ghoul.

“Stay,” he murmured, burying his face in Mountain’s chest.

Mountain couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his throat, causing Swiss to give him a gentle growl. Mountain wrapped his arms around Swiss. He could feel Swiss’s gentle breathing and small chuffs and rested his cheek on the top of his head. “I’ll always stay with you, Sunflower.”

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[thepoisonedchalice]

in the woods somewhere

Summary: Had some thots thoughts.. about Mountain chopping wood at the abbey, so here’s a little ficlet of him be appreciated for it Pairing: Mountain x Swiss (swissalps my beloved <3) Words: 474 Tags: mostly flirty fluff, but slightly suggestive at the end A/N: this is the first actual fic i’m sharing here.. and it’s about Mountain chopping wood? Of course it is… why is this so typical of me

The wood cracks loudly as the maul comes crashing down. Mountain’s shirt has long since been removed, the afternoon sun beating down on him, tanned and freckled skin all sweaty. He raises the axe again, his broad shoulders accentuating his small waist, canvas work pants slung low on his hips. If you looked close enough you could see the sheen of sweat on his torso and the light trail of hair dipping into the waist band. His calloused hands from years of hard work in the gardens and drumming grip the axe handle like it weighs nothing. His hair is pulled back in a bun between his curved horns, a few tendrils fallen out sticking to his sweaty brow. He knows full well there are some siblings ogling him from the gazebo in the distance pretending to read and enjoying the warm autumn afternoon. They’re definitely enjoying something. He smirks to himself as he puts the axe down, beginning to collect the split logs from the ground to pile them up in the shed. As he walks over to the cords of wood, muscles tensing in his arms and back as he carries the piles of logs he hears a loud wolf whistle from behind him.

“Look at that tall glass of water!” Swiss shouts as he walks down the gravel path towards the wood shed, face splitting into a huge grin.

Mountain stacks the pile of wood before turning around, rolling his eyes, smirking slightly. Swiss saddles up to him, hooking a finger in his belt loop, looking him up and down. 

“See something you like?” Mountain grins down at him.

Swiss bites his lip, nodding, “Mhmm.” It’s then he notices the siblings at the gazebo over the earth ghoul’s shoulder. They’re frantically trying to find a spot to sit on the benches, opening their long abandoned books. “Looks like someone else likes what they see too.” He huffs a laugh, “Can’t blame ‘em.” His eyes dragging back over Mountain, his broad shoulders, the light hair and freckles dusting his chest. 

Mountain leans in real close, Swiss can feel his breath on his lips, “I was just heading to the pond to cool off,” he whispers. Swiss’ eyes are closed, his breath picking up as Mountain’s nose brushes his. And in an instant he’s pulled away, grinning as his warm hand falls from his waist. Swiss opens his eyes, annoyed, to see the earth ghoul giving him a cheeky grin. “You coming?” Mountain asks, turning around stretching his arms out, flexing the muscles in his back and shoulders. Swiss groans and watches for a few moments, Mountain’s long steps, the muscles in his shoulders tensing as he pulls his hair down. Satan below, he’s sure now that this afternoon is going to end with him a panting, whining mess under the willow tree.

#mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul x swiss ghoul #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #mountain x swiss #ghost band fanfic #chalice writes

[hellboundwrites]

Ghouls ships and how they love

Mountain and Swiss : Past Love

Their love started with all the good intentions. It bloomed with curiosity, admiration... and even at times, devotion.

When Swiss joined the band, it was Mountain who showed him around. They walked through the whole building, passing rooms and rooms of history and artifacts, yet Swiss had all eyes on his guide. It made Mountain rather uncomfortable at first, this suave behavior Swiss already had fresh out of the Pit. But he learned to lean into it and take it as the compliment it was. It wasn't every day he felt even a little bit desired by someone else.

The first person you meet in a new place is often the one you cling to. Although Swiss did not cling to Mountain by fear of letting go and being left alone to fend for himself - he was the same confident ghoul he is today. It's just that Mountain had that older spirit, and Swiss had found that layers and layers under his calm façade, a wilder side of him existed. He wanted to unlock it. To see what was behind that secret door Mountain kept close.

Their love happened. Force of habit. Friendship and undeniable attraction just became something more with time and proximity.

They were worlds apart and to everyone, they made a really odd pair. When Swiss enjoyed going out and showing off his moves, Mountain preferred doing literally any indoor activity at his disposition. But eventually, they found their rhythm. Or so they thought.

As much as Swiss liked spending his afternoons in the greenhouse with Mountain, or watching him cook in the ghouls quarter, it frustrated him that he could always see this light flicker in Mount's eyes when they were doing more active things. Like he was tempted to run with Swiss, but always stayed behind. He'd bring him into clubs and would try to dance for him, but except for a genuine smile, Mountain would never join him. He'd look from far away. To Swiss's eyes, Mountain always looked like he wanted to, like something held him back.

From Mountain's perspective, watching Swiss having fun was a delight. It could be contagious at times. But partying became repetitive. After a handful of times, Swiss quickly became the only aspect of it that he honestly enjoyed. However, most of the time he just wanted to spend a nice evening at home, being domestic and actually having a conversation together. He wanted to know the softer sides of Swiss, too. Not just the bright and loud ones. There was no big secret on his part. He wasn't shy or intimidated, contrary to popular belief, but simply interested in other things. He guessed that Swiss liked this lifestyle only because it was so new to him, but his desire to live every minute like it was the last only persisted as months passed.

Sometimes, from the dark corner of the bar where he'd stood, he'd see a guy approach his partner with hungry eyes. And even if Swiss always declined the men's propositions, Mountain couldn't stop the feeling that someone else would make him happier.

Sex was great. But for that too, they weren't very cohesive. Swiss was able to get him out of his head and introduce him to a whole new world in this category. But Mountain could honestly live without it all. Having the man he loved close to him, intimate, would've been enough. Mountain often felt like he had to put on a show and perform to match Swiss's energy. Many times, he feared that whatever he'd give Swiss wouldn't be enough to maintain the already fragile relationship they had. If he couldn't keep up with Swiss or even challenge him and bring something new to the table, would Swiss still desire him ? And for how long ?

Eventually, their love turned out to not be enough. After weeks of failing to share good moments together or even simply managing to communicate, they had to sit and talk things out. And maybe Mountain should've broken the news a bit differently. But he was so desperate.

You're too much for me, Swiss

It wasn't how he had intended to say it. But it felt true. All this time he had longed to touch the vulnerable side of Swiss... but that day, seeing how these words hit him, all Mountain wanted was to erase the pain he had inflicted on him. Mountain had been wrong, vulnerability didn't suit Swiss at all.

During their mutual mourning, love, they learned, doesn't die. It simply changes. Some keep a sour memory of their love. Swiss and Mountain though, made the choice to save the remains of it. They stayed close, but only in friendship. They have to live together, after all.

Now even after years have passed, they keep leftovers of their love. Crumbs that could never compare to what it really should've been like. Some days the words still affect Swiss like a knife in the heart. Some days the regret eats at Mountain and he wonders if he should've just danced with Swiss. On these occasions he wishes he could go back and love Swiss properly, like he deserves.

There are things that only the two of them know. Happy memories, intimacy, scents, touches, words... those will link them both forever. It's easy to fall into nostalgia and hopes of new chances. But they know that their love was misshapen. They both grew their two halves of it in their own direction. The crumbs often tell Mountain that maybe it was the wrong time, that he still has chances. But when he sees Swiss fall again for someone new, he lets it happen. It's only then that he understands.

He understands that even if he tried his hardest, neither of them deserved someone who had to make an effort. And it wasn't anyone's fault if they couldn't make it work. Swiss and Aurora embrace each other wholly, without having to try at all. They're a perfect match, and that's all that matters in the end. One day, maybe, he'll have that too.

They know their love is not like everyone else's around them. It's strange. It's an archive, but it's theirs. This love is about loving the other with the most profound respect and wishing them the best. But most importantly, it's about knowing that not all love can fit, and we cannot shape people into what we want them to be.

It's about letting go.

Part 1. Rain and Dewdrop

Part 2. Cirrus and Cumulus

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