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ravenssilver · 7 months

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I would adore if you could make an Aeon angst where he feels abandoned or like he’s not worth being in the ministry, and one of the ghouls (any of your choice) finds him and comforts him? You don’t have to if you don’t want too I’m just in love with your writing!!

ahh anon !! i will happily throw out some aeon/swiss hurt/comfort. you feed into my muse🫶🫶

here is me indulging in my favorite thing—aka 2.2k words of aeon feeling abandoned and swiss loving on him anyway🤍

cw: aeon being anxious, aeon has minor abandonment issues, minor panic attack

under the cut, if you please<3

Aeon was giddy after a particularly good ritual. He and Swiss seemed to have developed a pre-show ritual of practically being attached to each other’s hips and walking on stage together. He had hit every note perfectly and gotten to every cue, bouncing happily to the beat of the songs all the while. The audience had been fantastic and he had gotten at least five bat plushes thrown at him before bows, and he was sure some of the crew had picked up the rest.

Though, as Aeon took a quick shower to get all his sweat off, he thought about the other ghouls during the ritual.

Cirrus and Cumulus didn’t pay him any mind whenever he went over to them, Dewdrop seemed annoyed when Aeon was all over him during Absolution, Rain didn’t seem all that amused by the slides in Watcher, and Papa seemed actually upset when he had cut in front of him for his part in Year Zero.

Aeon frowned when he remembered how he had subconsciously given up on interacting with the band after Mary On a Cross when Papa didn’t even look at him when the song quieted down for a few measures.

And during Square Hammer, his final chance to maybe get an interaction, Aurora was play flirting with Swiss from across the stage when Aeon was meant to be on her platform.

Aeon hissed when he accidentally got soap in his eye, a frown etched on his face as he felt his heart aching with doubt in himself.

Did his packmates think he was annoying? Did Papa think he was annoying?

Maybe they’re just tired… Yeah, that had to be it. He didn’t remember doing anything wrong, much less annoying.

Aeon quickly finished up with his shower and changed into some clothes he had stolen from Swiss, grinning when he saw the slight bagginess of his pack mate’s clothes on him.

With a pep in his step due to his shower and how he now felt clean, Aeon happily left the dressing room and went to the parking lot where the buses were.

Though, as soon as he got outside he froze in his tracks.

The buses were gone.

A distressed sound left Aeon and be spun around in a circle as if the building behind him would’ve somehow turned into the tour buses. Aeon chuffed worriedly when he just saw the door he had come out of and went back inside, some of his glamor starting to slip as his thoughts spiraled.

They left him. They got on the busses and left him alone. He was stuck—trapped.

Abandoned.

A distressed whine left Aeon and he picked up the pace of his footsteps, desperate to find his pack or his Papa. Aeon felt like his throat was closing up, his ears pinned and twitching at every single noise he heard as his hands started to shake.

Much to his dismay, instead of someone he knew, Aeon ran into a member of the venue staff and he had hurt himself by quickly throwing up his glamor.

Aeon’s head pulsed with an intense ache as his eyes darted around, his glamoured nails clicking as he picked at them.

“Hey, are you alright?” The woman asked, her eyebrows furrowed as she placed her hand on Aeon’s shoulder. Aeon wanted to say yes, try to reassure her that he was fine when he so clearly wasn’t. But when his throat closed up even tighter, tears welled in his eyes and his shaking became a lot more obvious.

“Woah, it’s okay, breathe. Why aren’t you with everyone else out back? They’re leaving for the hotel in about five minutes,” The woman said, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to get Aeon to calm down.

A tear fell from Aeon’s lash line when she told him that. He nodded and turned on his heel, rushing away from her as he went to the back of the venue.

Nobody had told him that there was a rest day after that nights ritual. Nobody had told him that they would be going to a hotel that night instead of getting back on the buses.

Aeon rushed outside, signing in relief when he saw Papa and the rest of his pack standing outside of a van. He wiped his eyes and face of tears, trying to cover up the panic in his scent that he knew was there.

“Ah, there you are,” Copia sighed when Aeon silently walked up next to Rain, huddled in on himself. “We’ve been waiting for you. Where have you been?” Copia asked, his eyes narrowed.

“I didn’t-“ Aeon went to respond, only for Copia to throw his hands up in the air and mumble annoyed Italian to himself as he went to make sure all their bags were ready to go to the hotel.

Another distressed sound left Aeon as he felt a pit form in his stomach. He looked down and pulled the hood of Swiss’ hoodie up over his head, hiding his face from his pack who weren’t paying attention anyway.

Aeon’s shoulders shook as he messed with the end of his sleeves, his body trembling with anxiety as his thoughts continued to spiral.

Look what you did, you made Papa mad. You held everyone up and now they’re all mad at you. You’re cutting off their resting time like a total idiot. How dumb do you have to be to not remember a schedule?

Aeon clambered into the van first as soon as the doors opened, wanting the front row seat closest to the window on the drivers side so nobody would see his tears.

He heard a low growl from Dew, as that was usually the fire ghoul’s spot, the annoyed sound only adding fuel to the dumpster fire that was Aeon’s brain.

He buckled and curled into himself, burying his face in his knees as his thoughts just went further and further down the spiral of self doubt and insecurity.

The next twenty minutes went by in a blur. One moment Aeon was curled up into himself on an uncomfortable seat—the next, Aeon was curled up on an uncomfortable hotel couch as he stared at the wall, tears slowly trailing down his face.

Aeon had fully unglamoured, his tail wrapped tightly around his ankle as his claws dragged along the discolored part of his face around his right eye. Waves and waves of distress rolled off of him as he whimpered every now and then.

They all hate you. You’re just a replacement for someone they all loved. A penny in the crater sized hole in their hearts where the prior quintessence ghoul was.

The better quintessence ghoul.

Aeon sobbed, closing his eyes and burying his face into the hoodie he had stolen from his favorite multi-ghoul.

He wasn’t Swiss’ favorite, though.

Aeon whined and immediately tore off Swiss’ hoodie and sweatpants, chucking the clothes across the hotel room, leaving him in his boxers.

Aeon snuffled and laid back down, curling up into himself even tighter as to fight off the chill of the unreasonably cold hotel room.

He wanted Swiss. Dewdrop, even.

He wanted to be warm. He wanted to be loved. Appreciated by the creatures he had around him everyday. Aeon loved the crowd’s praise, but he wanted his pack now. Even just one of them would suffice.

He wanted to know that they saw how hard he was trying. He wanted to know that they appreciated him for stepping into shoes that were far too big and running the miles anyway.

He just wanted to be seen.

“Stardust..?”

Aeon picked up his head and looked over at the door to his hotel room, his ear twitching as he heard Swiss’ voice.

“Hey… Aeon, you awake? C’mon, your scent changed, I know you hear me..” Swiss said, knocking on the door again.

Aeon looked over at the digital clock that was across the room, taking a moment to remember everything Mountain taught him about reading a clock.

It had been two hours since they got to the hotel.

“Bug? Can you come to the door?” Swiss spoke again, regaining Aeon’s attention.

Aeon scrambled up, not wanting to annoy Swiss even more than he thought he had. Aeon snatched the duvet on his bed and struggled to get it off the mattress due to the unnecessarily tight tucking of the bedding.

As soon as Aeon managed to get the duvet off the bed, he fell to the floor with a yelp due to how suddenly the tension released. The little quint scrambled back up to his feet and wrapped the duvet around his mostly bare body, ignoring the pain in his hip from the fall.

Aeon opened the door and peaked through, his lilac eyes staring up into Swiss’. The multi-ghoul quickly moved closer when he saw Aeon wasn’t glamoured.

And to Aeon’s dismay, that allowed Swiss to see the tear streaks on his face.

“Stardust, what’s wrong?” Swiss frowned, gently cupping Aeon’s cheek with his big hand. Aeon snuffled, choking back a sob as he leaned into Swiss’ hand.

Swiss frowned and crowded Aeon back into his room, closing the hotel door and locking it before he brought Aeon over to his bed and sat him down, pulling the duvet around tighter around the smaller ghoul’s body when he felt how cold it was in the room.

“Talk to me, Tommy, what’s wrong?” Swiss spoke softly, his eyebrows creased with worry as he brushed his thumb over the little quint’s cheekbone. Aeon’s bloodshot eyes hesitantly looked into Swiss’ as he sniffled again, wiping the snot away from his face with his wrist.

It was gross, but Swiss was far too concerned about Aeon’s tears to even notice his actions.

“I… I feel like you don’t like me. Like-“ Aeon sobbed softly and covered his face. “Like you’ve all been lying to me and that you don’t want me here…”

Swiss’ heart shattered.

“Oh, bug…” Swiss whispered as he swept Aeon up into his arms. It was all he could say at the moment, his own devastation rushing through him.

Swiss didn’t know what he or the pack had done to make Aeon feel this way, but he would kick himself for eternity because of it.

“You will always, always be wanted, Stardust. I know that if the others were here, they’d be all over you telling you the exact same thing.” Swiss whispered, holding Aeon close to his chest as the smaller ghoul sobbed out all his sudden and overwhelming emotions.

Swiss let Aeon cry, not once shushing him or trying to get him to stop crying. He didn’t want Aeon to feel like he was being a burden, so Swiss let him cry until he felt better.

“Swiss…?” Aeon whispered after about 10 or so minutes, seemingly shy. Swiss hummed and looked down at Aeon, staring into his lilac eyes with as much love and affection that he could muster. “I… can you get my clothes..? I threw them over there…” Aeon mumbled, pointing across the room.

“Of course, babybat, one second,” Swiss said immediately, gently setting Aeon back on the mattress and pressing a kiss to his forehead before rushing over to where Aeon had pointed.

Swiss picked up the dark gray hoodie and sweatpants, his eyebrows furrowing when he recognized the feel of the fabric.

“Are these mine?” Swiss asked, wondering if they were his favorite set that he had lost. Aeon shrunk into himself and nodded as Swiss walked over. “I took them a few months ago.. I’m sorry..” Aeon apologized, looking sad.

“Don’t be sorry,” Swiss smiled, shaking his head as he gently guided Aeon to unwrap himself of the duvet. Swiss mumbled a quiet: “watch your horns…” as he slipped the hoodie over Aeon’s head, smiling when he saw just how adorable the smaller ghoul looked in his clothes.

“The gray matches your skin better anyway,” Swiss shrugged with a grin, ruffling Aeon’s shaggy black hair and helping him into the sweatpants. Aeon chirruped softly and leaned into Swiss’ touch, a quiet little purr starting up in his chest as Swiss swept him off his feet.

Aeon laughed happily, a grin on his face as Swiss laid him down, his head resting on the pillows. Swiss re-situated the bedding and laid down next to Aeon after flicking off all the lights, nuzzling Aeon’s nose as they settled into the bed together.

“Feeling better…?” Swiss asked softly, brushing his thumb over Aeon’s cheekbone, his eyes taking in Aeon’s appearance in the darkness. Aeon thought for a moment before nodding slightly, only to shake his head.

Swiss frowned, cupping Aeon’s jaw with his big hand.

“Talk to me?”

Aeon sighed a bit before starting to explain.

“You made me feel better than I did.. but I.. I guess I’m still thinking about the others. You can only promise so much, y’know?” Aeon mumbled, sounding sad. Swiss’ frown deepened but Aeon was right.

From the quint’s point of view, Swiss’ words about the others were just as good as the lies his brain was feeding him.

“Do you want me to talk to them? Have them talk to you?” Swiss asked, wanting Aeon to feel at home in the pack. “Can I… um.. can I try to talk to them first?” Aeon asked, sounding nervous.

Swiss’ heart swelled and he nodded immediately.

“Of course you can, Stardust. I’ll let you go about this however you please….” Swiss whispered, kissing Aeon’s forehead between his horns.

Aeon purred and leaned into the kiss, cuddling up closer to Swiss.

“Thank you, Swiss.”

“Anytime, Stardust.”

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arcaneacolyte · 8 months

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Attention

Summary:

Phantom likes attention.

If anyone were to watch how he performs at Rituals, how he interacts with screaming fans, blowing kisses and moving his body in ways that make them scream all the louder, it’s obvious.

He loves to be watched. So much so, that he’s jealous when other Ghouls get attention. He might argue until he’s purple in the face—or at least more than his unglamored skin already is—but Swiss knows, Swiss sees.

Pairing: Swiss/Phantom (Aeon)

Words: 3,017

Contains: Praise Kink, Mean Swiss, Dom/Sub, Safewords (Stoplight system), Masturbation, Longing, Top Swiss, Bottom Phantom, Humiliation, Degradation, Autofellatio, Flexibility, Jealous Phantom, Attention Whore Phantom, Subspace, Dacryphilia, Teasing, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Size Kink, PWP, Polyghouls, Voyuerism, Mildly Dubious Consent

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Hello hello! I’m back with another brain worm induced fic lol. So basically, I noticed during the Ritual I went to, that every time I tried to film Swiss, Phantom would try to walk in front of my phone or take over the shot himself, and I thought it was very funny, and apparently he was doing it at other Rituals too! Then I saw how bendy he was and how much he likes attention, and this idea spawned from there.

I will say, this does have a little bit of dubcon feelings to it, but I promise that Phantom is very much into this! I added the tag though just in case people might feel a little squicked about it!

I did not beta this, and also wrote it in a fugue state and finished it at 3 am, so please let me know if there are any glaring mistakes lol.

Read below the cut or on AO3 if you prefer that!

Phantom likes attention.

If anyone were to watch how he performs at Rituals, how he interacts with screaming fans, blowing kisses and moving his body in ways that make them scream all the louder, it’s obvious.

At first he thought it was simply Phantom trying to move from one place to another on the stage in front of him, but as more Rituals went by and Swiss watched the lithe Quintessence Ghoul more and more, he started to notice a trend.

Any time a fan would aim their phone towards Swiss, Phantom would come stomping past, or even step directly to the edge of the stage, effectively blocking off any view of the Multi-Ghoul. He’d make a silent fuss as he bent his body or flipped his guitar around in a spectacle that the little Bug seemed to deem far more interesting than Swiss of all Ghouls. Swiss was stuck up on a platform in the back. Phantom was out in front, free to move around as he wished. The fans should want to film him.

It was adorable really, how the taste of the limelight gets the new Bug all jealous. But Swiss has been with the band long enough to know that everyone has favorites, and no matter what Phantom does, that won’t stop the fans from wanting to film Swiss.

So the little Bug likes attention, huh? Swiss smiles as he shakes his hips in tempo with his tambourine.

He can do that.

He just has to wait for the opportune moment.

Thankfully it comes not long after Swiss makes his plan. Phantom is a younger Ghoul by the rest of the pack’s standards, and his want—no need—for attention is so obvious now that Swiss has keyed into it.

Always talking, asking questions, commenting on anything any other Ghoul or even Papa is doing. Staring with those big round lavender eyes as he asks for cuddles or for someone to help him with something.

So easy. So predictable.

He starts giving the Bug just the lightest bits of attention. Little bits that are sure to leave Phantom wanting more.

Casually asking what book he’s reading from across their respective bunks on the tour bus, watching those lavender eyes glow as Phantom explains the contents of the book Swiss couldn’t care less about. Giving Phantom little bites of his road snacks, something that’s normally off limits to any of the other Ghouls, offered like a secret. A gentle grip to the back of the Quintessence Ghoul’s neck and a soft, “Good job out there,” after a Ritual.

Swiss is a Multi Ghoul after all. He’s good at playing anyone like an instrument.

Swiss is careful not to give too much, just enough to leave the little Bug wanting and nothing more. It’s a delicate balance, almost a fun little game for Swiss to pass the time with. Thinking and planning on what he’s going to do next to make Phantom want his attention more and more.

He knows it’s working by the smell. The desperate little scent that’s downright delicious. The way that Phantom keeps trying to get closer to Swiss, sitting or laying down next to him with as little space between them as possible; trying to twine his tail with Swiss, as if it will change Swiss’ mind when he decides to finally move.

The stupidly cute thing about Phantom is that as much as he loves attention, he doesn’t like to use his words and ask for it. He’s stubborn that way, and Swiss intends to break him.

Finally, the opportunity comes when a hotel is booked after a venue, Copia too goddamn tired to want to even think about getting on the road again until tomorrow, and he passes out hotel keycards with a tired expression, reminding his Ghouls not to stay out too late or cause any irreparable damage.

He’s roomed with Rain, and he notices that Mountain is paired with Phantom.

It all comes together too easily, really. Far easier than it should have, but that just means that his plan has worked.

Half of the pack decides to go out for a few drinks before settling down, the rush of energy from the Ritual still singing in their blood, but Phantom—who normally joins them—claims he has a headache and says he’s going to turn in for the night. Swiss doesn’t believe it for a moment.

It’s as easy as anything to get Mountain to trade key cards with him, especially as he claims he’s going to head back to the hotel early, and wants to check on Phantom.

“Going to finally give him what he’s been asking for?” Mountain asks behind the lip of his beer bottle, and Swiss has to laugh.

“Please, Mount, I don’t kiss and tell,” he teases, slipping the keycard into his pocket.

“That’s a lie,” Mountain comments back, but says nothing else, nodding his head as a goodbye before Swiss turns to leave the bar.

It’s thankfully a short cab ride back to the hotel, and Swiss gives the tired woman at the front desk a tooth full smile as he passes towards the elevator. He wonders if she’ll be the one who will be getting noise complaints later on.

Finally, without much fanfare, he’s right outside the hotel room. Even without being inside, he can just faintly smell desire sharp desire radiating through the door. He stands to enjoy it for one long moment, before slipping the card into the lock.

The click of the door opening makes him smirk, and he can’t help the anticipation. All the work is finally going to pay off.

And oh, pay off it does.

The heady scent hits Swiss the same time the visual does, and he can’t help but moan over a filthy chuckle as he looks at the little Bug, his cock already starting to perk up in his jeans.

Legs bent nearly up to his ears as he desperately tugs at his cock, tail wrapped around his own thigh and moans muffled by cute little fangs digging into his plush lips. The slick sounds of him frantically jacking himself off nearly makes Swiss laugh again, but he simply watches for a long moment, endlessly entertained by the fact that Phantom is so wrapped up in himself, that he hasn’t even heard Swiss yet.

“Headache, huh?” He finally says before closing the door and dropping his human glamour. A fleeting thought crosses his mind about leaving it open, but no, he’s not about to share what he worked so hard for to any human who might walk by.

Phantom’s eyes shoot open, and he gasps sharply before trying to scramble himself together, like he wasn’t just desperately jacking himself off. “Swiss!” He shouts, breathless, pretty doe eyes so wide and already watery.

Oh, Swiss is going to ruin him.

He approaches a few steps, tail swaying like a predator toying his prey but ends up watching the little Bug from the archway into the room proper, crossing his arms and propping himself against the wall, a knowing smirk that he couldn’t stop if he tried stretching his lips.

“Came to check on you, little Bug.....” he says softly. “Seems like you’re feeling better?”

Phantom has a blanket thrown haphazardly thrown over his crotch, and he’s blushing so hard he’s nearly glowing. It’s cute, the little display, and Swiss aches to pull the blanket away, but he refrains, stays in his place and looks.

The Quintessence Ghoul starts to babble, “I—w-well....I was.....you—the Ritual?”

“Pent up?” Swiss supplies with an arch of his brow.

Phantom’s head drops and he looks away, digging a fang into his plush lip again. Swiss wonders if he can make Phantom pierce it hard enough to make it bleed.

“Interesting.....” Swiss says, finally pushing himself off the wall, moving into the room. He stops looking directly at the lithe Ghoul, pretending to contemplate his movements as he reaches the chair in the corner. “And here I was, thinking that you were hurting....”

“I—“ Phantom hesitates, as Swiss pulls the chair to settle it in front of the bed where Phantom sits, still flabbergasted, trying to explain himself.

It’s so cute.

Swiss wants to see him cry.

“But you’re hurting in another way, aren’t you, Bug?” Swiss asks, settling himself down in the chair, feigning nonchalance, inspecting his fingernails as he settles with one knee draped over another. It’s tight against his half hard cock, but he’ll deal with it for the moment.

A whimper is what he gets in return, and another smile stretches its way across the Multi Ghoul’s lips.

So easy.

“It’s a shame you didn’t ask.....” his tone is light, then darkens as he flicks his eyes to Phantom, who’s mouth is dropped open slightly as he stares at Swiss, almost as if he can’t believe that the Multi Ghoul is here. He’s almost surprised that Phantom hasn’t tried to demand that he leave, but the tent in the blanket covering the little Ghoul’s lap tells Swiss everything. “But you don’t like to ask for attention, do you?”

Phantom’s mouth gapes and closes like a goldfish for a few moments, trying to decide what to say, maybe try to defend himself, but Swiss isn’t interested.

He goes in for the kill.

He moves, leaning his elbows onto his knees and staring at Phantom with sharp red eyes. “You like to demand attention, don’t you, little Bug?” He growls. “You like to take it when it doesn’t belong to you....”

Phantom swallows sharply before whining again, working his hands into the blankets, squirming at the intense gaze. “I—“

“Stomping in front of fans when they’re trying to take pictures of me. When they’re trying to film me.” Swiss outright growls, and he doesn’t miss the way Phantom’s covered cock twitches at the words, even as he tries to come up with a silly, stupid excuse that Swiss doesn’t care about.

“I’m sorry Swiss, I just—“

“Well you have my attention now, Bug,” Swiss interrupts, before settling against the back of the chair again, his arms draped over the armrests. “What are you going to do with it?”

Phantom gapes at him again, like he honestly can’t believe what’s happening, before he licks his already slick lips, enough that it makes Swiss groan a little under his breath. Phantom chirps at the sound, and Swiss chuffs lowly back.

“Color, Bug.” Swiss says, and that seems to knock Phantom out of his surprised headspace.

“Green,” he says softly, still kneading nervously at the sheets.

Swiss quirks a brow. “Bug....”

“Green, Sir....” Phantom replies, his lithe little chest huffing with pants.

Eyeing him, Swiss says. “You tell me if that changes.”

“Yes, Sir.” Without any hesitation.

Swiss smiles. “Good boy.”

The whimper he gets in return makes the smile widen.

“Show me, Bug......let me see how desperate I got your cock.”

Phantom whines and scrambles to follow directions, and Swiss relaxes further into the chair, unabashedly reaching to knead at his cock through his jeans. What an easy thing Phantom is.

When said Ghoul pulls the blanket back and reveals his still twitching, wet cock, Swiss licks at his lips before cooing. “Aw, look at that.....so hard aren’t you?”

“So hard, Sir....” Phantom replies, his hands still shaking at his sides. His tail has wrapped around his middle, his torso lithe enough that he can wrap around it almost twice.

Swiss bets he could wrap his hands around it and almost have his fingers touch.

Oh, but what a good boy he is for not touching himself before Swiss says he can. He tells Phantom so, and it gets him a keening little moan.

“Sw-Swiss...”

“I know, Bug,” Swiss can’t help the condescension out of his tone. The wanting, pathetic little whines he’s plucking out of the Quintessence Ghoul are oh so yummy, and he wants to hear more.

“You just can’t help but be a slave to your cock, can you? So brainless and horny aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” replies Phantom dumbly after another thick swallow, and Swiss doesn’t reprimand him for the lack of ‘Sir’ due to how blissed out he already looks just by Swiss’ words alone.

So damn easy. What a power trip.

“Why don’t you show me how you were touching that little dick before I caught you?” Swiss says easily, already knowing the Quintessence Ghoul will do just as he asks.

Phantom shudders, but flashes those doe eyes and pouts those plump little lips at him as he shifts back against the pillows and the headboard, throwing his knees up so easily and smoothly it makes Swiss’ cock throb even as phantom mutters, “Not little...”

“Oh?” Swiss archs a brow. “I think it is....bet I could cover the whole thing with just one of my hands....”

And that gets the little Bug to start jerking again, whining and screwing his eyes shut at the slick sounds that start up again so very quickly. Swiss chuckles, and it makes Phantom squirm and moan, his tail shifting to wrap around his own thigh.

Swiss can’t help but be cruel. “Eyes on me, Bug.....you wanted my attention and if you squander it now I’ll fucking get up and leave....”

“No!” Phantom gasps, eyes shooting open. Swiss groans, his cock kicking as the smaller Ghoul opens his legs wider, pulls them back even more so Swiss can really see how he’s stripping his cock, hurtling himself towards an orgasm that the Multi Ghoul isn’t so sure that he wants to happen just yet. He’s practically folded himself in half now, and damn does Swiss want to tease the needy little thing.

“Look at yourself.....look how needy you are and how wet you’re making yourself.....so pathetic....” He sneers. “You could have had my hand or my mouth on your cock if you would have just asked... but now we’re here. Watch as you jerk yourself stupid, Phantom.”

Little Bug follows the order beautifully, tilting his head down to watch himself jerk, taking a moment every few strokes to smear more of the pre-cum that’s blurting out of his slit and smear it down his shaft for a smoother glide, little grunts and moans coming unbidden from his throat, like he can’t even help it.

He’s so pathetic and needy. It’s cute.

Swiss watches, rapt, as Phantom tugs himself closer and closer to orgasm, and when the little Ghoul’s tongue lolls out of his mouth, Swiss finally notices something that he can’t help but voice as his own cock spills pre-cum into his underwear and sends a shiver down his spine.

“Sathanas....looks like you’re flexible enough to suck your own cock if you wanted...”

It was meant to tease, meant to send Phantom closer and closer to the edge he’s so desperately gunning for, but Swiss’ eyes widen, caught off guard for the first time tonight when Phantom shifts, nearly locking his knees behind his ears and leaning down to lick filthy and wet over his cock slit, whining sharply before fluttering his eyes shut and bending himself just that little bit more to take the leaking head of his cock into his mouth.

“Fuck~” Swiss swears sharply, unable to stop himself from kneading hard at his clothed cock as he watches Phantom give himself a firm suck, sure by now that a wet spot is forming on the denim, but he’s not going to take his eyes off of Phantom to check, not in a million years.

The little Ghoul moans at the feeling of his own mouth, and while he doesn’t seem to be able to get more than the head into it, that doesn’t stop him from sucking and licking at it like the worlds most pornographic lollipop, keening and moaning and dripping saliva and pre-cum all over himself. One of his hands still tugs freely at the rest of his cock, and Swiss feels like his head is going to explode.

Fucking hell, the surprises his little Bug has.

As wonderful and mind-numbingly erotic the sight of Phantom desperately sucking at his own cock is, the noises coming out of the Quintessence Ghoul’s mouth are telling, and Swiss still doesn’t want to let him cum just yet, so despite himself, he barks out, “That’s enough, Phantom.”

He groans when Phantom doesn’t stop, too much into himself and his singleminded quest for cumming down his own throat.

But he can’t have that. So Swiss decides to take matters into his own hands. He stands suddenly, and kneels onto the bed, reaching to quickly thread his fingers into Phantom’s soft hair, pulling him back with a sharp movement. He growls at the little Ghoul’s whine at dislodging him so close to his orgasm, but it turns into a cruel smirk as Phantom blinks up at him with oh so wet eyes, lips swollen and face flushed dark from the exertion and pleasure. “Such a dirty little pathetic slut,” he taunts, gripping Phantom’s hair tighter in his fist just to see him wince and hear him whine, the sound high and feminine and absolutely delicious. “When the Hell did I say you could orgasm....?”

It seems to take a few moments for Phantom to register what he’s said, and Swiss revels isn’t he fact that he’s gotten the little Bug so deep so quickly. “B-but....” Phantom’s lip wobbles, and Swiss groans, the tears that have gathered at the edges of Phantom’s eyes finally streaming down his cheeks.

Swiss has a wonderfully terrible idea then, and he smiles, all fang as he reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone.

“Do it again Bug,” he croons, aiming the phone at the little Ghoul. “And I’ll make sure that everyone sees.”

Phantom can’t disobey if he tried.

#ghost bc #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss/phantom #swiss/aeon #swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #swiss x phantom #swiss x aeon #phantom x Swiss #aeon x Swiss #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #my writing

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belle--ofthebrawl · 8 months

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Belle i am hiding behind anon right now because i'm about to play devils advocate (in a sexy way, not an anti feminism podcast way dont worry)

Ok. So the thing is...Swiss should get to make the new bug piss. As a little treat for how hard he has been slutting it up for us on that podium all tour. I know we are all thinking it i'm just saying it ok😭

Take my hand. We will do this.

(This part's a bit softer.)

"Oh no," Aeon says in a tiny voice. He's trembling something fierce now and Swiss isn't even doing anything to him anymore.

Physically, anyway.

"Got a little bit left in you, dontchya?" Swiss leers. His hands are still, finally still where they sit on the flare of Aeon's hipbones but the way his fingers push into Aeon's skin, not to tickle but to grab and own and-

"Asked you a question." Swiss says and Aeon's breath hitches. He could call it here, if he wanted. He's got his already, Swiss will probably flip him over and fuck his thighs, then throw the both of them in the shower, but. He's never...y'know. And it not like he wouldn't, isn't obscenely curious about it but he'd thought his first time trying it out would be with Rain and to be entirely honest, he'd thought Rain would be the one, uh. Letting loose.

He's never really thought about himself in such a vulnerable position.

He stares up at Swiss with wide eyes, still trembling from his orgasm and the torture that preceded it. He's weak. Helpless. If he called it, he'd have to stand on shaky legs to go to the bathroom. Maybe Swiss would give him his space and Aeon can't bear the thought of losing the comfortable weight of the multi-ghoul on top of him right now. He wants to. He's just gotta get over the mental block saying he can't.

"Swiss…" Aeon says softly, not entirely sure where his head's at right now and the façade drops. Swiss loses the look of a predator and softens around the edges.

"Hey." He says back, reaching up to pat Aeon's cheek. "Just running my mouth, yeah? Thought it might be hot but if you-"

"I want to." Aeon insists and grins at the way the other ghoul's eyebrows jump into his hairline. "Just, uh." Nervous isn't really the right word but it's not like he's got the brainpower to dig around in his mental thesaurus for the perfect one. Swiss seems to understand anyway though, thankfully. He lays himself down over Aeon like a big cat, and even though Aeon can feel his erection poking the vee of his hipbones, Swiss puts his own pleasure aside for the moment.

"You're fine." Swiss says nonchalantly. "If you decide you don't wanna, we can just roll you over and I'll thighfuck you."

Aeon smirks. Called it.

"Can we…" he begins, starting up a gentle rock, maneuvering Swiss so his cock's pressed right up to the swell of Aeon's. It might be easier if he can't see himself do it. "Like this? Rub off on me?"

"Sure." Swiss says. Props himself up to catch Aeon's mouth in a deep, languorous kiss. Aeon trills into it, clutching at Swiss when each pass of his hips catches his soft, spent cock just right. It's on this side of too much but anything less wouldn't be enough.

Swiss likes it well enough from the way he's starting to breathe heavily. He pulls Aeon back into each roll of his hips, giving him a little jolt of sensation. His hands hurry to undo his pants, gets his thick cock out and pokes the blood-dark tip of it on the sensitive underside of Aeon's, rubbing it against the cum-wet fabric.

"Wanna see you messy in all kinds of ways," Swiss breathes, letting the weight of his cock slap down a few times to watch the way it makes Aeon jump before he's bending back down and resuming their casual frottage session. Aeon feels anything but casual, the words lighting up the same weird area of his brain the tickling had. He bites his lip, spreads his legs wide and holds Swiss tight, presses their chests together so close Aeon swears he can feel the other ghoul's heartbeat as he focuses. It's calm, compared to the rapid thudding of his own and Aeon takes a deep breath.

It's like his body knows not here! Not now! from the way a few hot drops dribble out to roll down his skin, the fabric of his underwear too wet to absorb anything more before the flow is cut off by his instincts.

"Do it," Swiss demands, sounding wrecked. "Wanna feel it, get me wet, do it."

Aeon opens his mouth to speak, say something like I'm trying, but all that comes out is a weak, feminine little "ah!" as Swiss rolls himself down hard and the pressure is just what he needs, the little bit of force to-

"Yeah," Swiss groans as he feels a new heat well up between their bodies. "Good boy, good fucking boy, that's it, gonna make me cum-"

"Hnnn!" Aeon squeaks, locking his legs around Swiss' waist as he wets himself, gets the both of them soaked with it. He feels it wash away the cum, drip down the cleft of his ass where it puddles there. He's shaking even more now, one raw nerve from head to toe but Swiss' encouragement makes it easy, make him easy, willing to go along with whatever the other ghoul wants, and if he wants Aeon to piss himself, he'll do it. Satan, he's so weak for the praise. He'll do anything if Swiss just keeps saying-

"Good boy, good boy," Swiss is chanting, thrusting frantically, practically bouncing the both of them on the mattress with how desperately he's humping away at Aeon to his own end.

"Swiss," Aeon says, sounding just as desperate "Swiss, oh no, I can't, please-"

Can't what, he doesn't know. But maybe Swiss gets it, has seen others like this before and nods, covering up Aeon's mouth with his own and swallowing down his whimpers as he groans, deep in his chest and rich with pleasure as his own cock starts shooting, emptying his balls over Aeon's and adding even more to the gross, sticky mess.

"So good," Swiss exhales as Aeon shakes and sobs below him. He's vaguely aware of a hand finding his own and twining their fingers together. "So fucking good for me, Aeon."

Aeon hugs him tight as the other ghoul begins to purr, hoping Swiss won't notice the new tears of relief welling up in his eyes quite yet.

#swiss x aeon #swiss army ghoul #aeon ghoul #piss kink

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ghoul-slime · 7 months

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Can i offer you prompt 98 with Swiss & Phantom/Aeon please? They are just so made for getting in situations with eachother, you know?

Here you go! I was just dying to write some Swiss/Phantom, so I had a lot of fun with this one! They are definitely made for getting into situations with each other. Thanks for the prompt!

Have some Swiss/Phantom with a little bit of uniform kink, gratuitous use of corny pet names, and some very wet and nasty dirty talk.

For Phantom, the initial excitement of receiving his new uniform wore off quickly. Despite his insistence that everything fit just fine, Papa and Sister had insisted he see the ministry tailor to have the pants and sleeves hemmed. Sister demanded perfection and Papa had reassured the new ghoul that since he’d be practically living in the uniform, he was going to want it to fit just right.

Phantom bounced his head against the back of the couch in the common room and sighed, waiting for his turn to see the tailor. Aurora was in there now, apparently needing more than a few adjustments to her own uniform.

Phantom sighed again and tapped the toes of his shiny new boots against the floor. He still had to wait for Rain to get the knees on his uniform pants patched up and for Dew to have his helmet re-laced before it was his turn. He frowned. Nobody told him how much waiting around he would be doing as a band ghoul, and the tour hadn’t even started yet.

He’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly when a pair of legs appears in his field of vision. He looks up to find Swiss grinning down at him with his trademark toothy smile.

“Wow, lookin’ sharp there, bug,” Swiss whistles. “That uniform is doing you all sorts of favors.”

“Yeah?” Phantom grins back up at him, stretches his arms out and shimmies his shoulders, shaking the fringe of the epaulets. “Feels pretty cool. Finally a real part of the band now!”

Swiss laughs and reaches out to ruffle his hair. He tilts his head. “What are you doin’ in here all by yourself though?”

Phantom shrugs. “Waiting my turn to have all this stuff fixed,” he holds out his hands and wiggles his fingers, showing Swiss how the sleeves reach past his palms. He rolls his eyes. “Bored though.”

Swiss reaches out for Phantom’s hands and pulls him up off the couch. He kisses the pads of his fingers before letting him go.

“Lemme get a good look at you in your new uniform, handsome thing,” Swiss asks and Phantom takes a step back, does a little turn, and lets Swiss take in the sight of him. He looks good, Swiss thinks, even if the sleeves are just a tad bit too long.

The rich, textured black fabric looks elegant draped across his lean body. The fit of the vest accentuates his slim waist, and the lacing at the seat of his pants draws attention to his cute little butt. Phantom can feel Swiss staring, and reaches back to swat at the laces dangling near his ass.

“These are weird though,” he laughs. “How the heck am I supposed to get myself in and out of these things all by myself?!” He throws an innocent look at Swiss over his shoulder and wiggles his hips.

Swiss laughs. He can see what kind of game Phantom is trying to play here.

“Well babydoll, I just so happen to have plenty of experience in this department,” he slings an arm around Phantom’s shoulder. “Want me to show you how it’s done? Maybe help alleviate some of that boredom while we're at it?” Swiss waggles his eyebrows to emphasize.

Phantom curls around, stands on his toes and wraps his arms around Swiss’ neck. Leans up to kiss him on the lips. Swiss hums in appreciation and deepens the kiss, reaches around to cup Phantom’s ass, squeezing him and pulling him flush against his hips.

Swiss moves to tug Phantom’s jacket off when the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts their makeout session. It’s Aether, standing at the doorway with his arms crossed, looking unimpressed.

“Don’t you dare take that uniform off of him, Swiss,” Aether chides. “We just got him all laced up and put together and he still needs to get fitted for adjustments.”

Swiss holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Aeth,” Swiss reassures him. “Just helping our boy kill some time while he waits.”

“Uh huh,” Aether answers, sounding unconvinced. He shoots Phantom a warning look. “And please, for the love of Satan, don’t get it dirty.”

“Yes mom,” Phantom answers, rolling his eyes. Aether contemplates them for a moment before turning back to the door with a sigh. Swiss blows him a kiss as Aether shuts the door behind himself, muttering something under his breath.

When Swiss turns back, Phantom practically pounces on him, eagerly kissing and licking his way into Swiss’ mouth, tugging him back by the shirt until he’s backing them up to the couch. Phantom plops himself down, reaching up to cup Swiss through his jeans, petting and pawing at him until the hard line of his cock presses against his zipper.

Phantom licks his lips and pops the button of Swiss’ jeans, dragging the zipper down to pet at his cock through his briefs. “Fuck me on the couch?” he offers, hopeful.

Swiss leans forward, threads his fingers through Phantom’s hair, lets him nuzzle his face against his cock through the fabric of his underwear. “Anything you want,” he agrees. “Better make it quick though. Wouldn’t want Aether or Papa to find out. Get us both sent back to the pit before we even get out on the road.”

Phantom laughs, pulls the elastic waistband of Swiss’ boxers down, and leans in to lap at the tip of his dick, humming at the taste of it on his tongue and swallowing the whole of him down to the base. Swiss groans, tightening his grip on Phantom’s hair before he’s pulling back with a pop, wiping away the thread of saliva connecting his lips with the head of Swiss’ cock, looking pleased with himself.

Phantom flops down against the back of the couch and reaches for his belt buckle before Swiss is crowding back in, leaning over him and swatting his hands away, taking the belt into his own hands.

“Oh no you don’t,” he chuckles. “Lemme do it. Gotta try and keep you as intact as possible here.” Phantom lets his hands fall to the side as Swiss unbuckles the belt, unfastens his pants, and pulls down the zipper. “Lift your butt,” Swiss asks and Phantom complies, bracing himself on his elbows and lifting up enough for Swiss to shimmy his pants and underwear down to around his thighs. Pushing them as far down as he can get them without untying the lacing down his legs.

Swiss lets his hands wander up Phantom’s chest, feeling the soft textured velvet of the vest, the cool metal of the buckles, reaches up to grasp at the fabric of the tie, pulling gently until their lips meet. Swiss kisses him deep, licking into his mouth, tracing the outline of his fangs with his tongue, kisses him until he’s pulling sweet little whimpers and whines from between Phantom’s plush lips.

“Swiss,” Phantom whines, canting his hips up, bringing Swiss’ attention to his hard cock bobbing in the air, just starting to glisten at the tip. Phantom wraps a hand around himself and looks up at Swiss with big, pleading eyes.

“I got you baby,” Swiss spits into his hand, slicks himself up, and reaches for Phantom’s legs.

“Oh!” Phantom shouts, “Hang on just a second!” And then he’s flipping himself over to wriggle to the edge of the couch, pants bunched up between his thighs and bare ass on full display as he reaches in to rummage around between the couch cushions.

Swiss watches him for a moment, cringing inwardly when he notices the back of Phantom’s jacket is already starting to wrinkle. Phantom lets out a happy little chirp and turns back triumphantly, a tiny squeeze bottle of lube held up proudly in his hand. Swiss raises an eyebrow.

“Dew hides it in there,” he explains. “For when Aether rails him on the couch after their little date night movie marathons.” He makes air quotes with his fingers at the words “movie marathon.” Phantom frowns, considering it. “Don’t tell him I told you that though.”

Swiss holds his hand to his heart, “Our little secret.” And then Phantom is pressing the bottle into his hands and rearranging himself back on the couch, lazily stroking himself and grinning up at Swiss with a toothy, mischievous little smirk.

“Gimme your legs,” Swiss gestures at him with his fingers until Phantom is crowding himself down, lifting his legs, still bound together at the thighs by his pants, into Swiss’ waiting hands.

Swiss arranges him on the couch like that, both legs held into the air, thighs together and bent at the knee. He rests the backs of Phantom’s calves against his chest, lets the heels of his boots sit just at his shoulder. He looks down to admire the view he’s created for himself.

Phantom squirms, becoming impatient. “Give it to me already, Swiss,” he whines. “Before Aether comes back to yell at us.”

Swiss smooths his hands down the soft skin of Phantom’s thighs before popping the cap to the lube and drizzling a thin stream directly onto his cock. He pumps himself a couple of times, smearing it around and getting himself nice and slicked up before smearing the rest across Phantom’s fluttering, waiting hole.

He traces the pad of one finger around the rim before slipping inside, pulling a sweet little sigh from Phantom as he sinks in deep and fingers him. When he finishes, Swiss pulls his shirt off over his head, wipes his hands on it, and tosses it aside.

He lines the wet head of his cock up against Phantom’s entrance and pushes in. Phantom is tight, so tight, even more so with how Swiss has his legs pressed together, how his pants force his thighs shut as Swiss spears him on his cock.

Phantom reaches up to pull at one of his nipples as Swiss bottoms out and starts thrusting.

“You better not jizz all over my new uniform,” Phantom speaks up, breaking Swiss from his concentration.

Swiss tips his head back and laughs at Phantom’s blunt words. “Guess I’ll have to cum inside you then,” he answers. Thrusts in deep until he’s flush with the backs of Phantom’s thighs.

Phantom contemplates for a beat. “Good idea.” He nods his head resolutely.

And then Swiss is fucking him in earnest, bouncing the fringe of his jacket with each thrust of his hips, hearing it swish against the fabric of the couch along with the wet slide of his cock pushing and pulling in and out of Phantom’s body. He grips Phantom’s legs, feeling the leather of his uniform boots and the laces of his pants beneath his palms as he folds him in half, fucks into him deeper.

After a moment he feels Phantom squirming again, struggling to find purchase on his elbows. Straining his neck as he tries to look past his own legs.

“What’s wrong, bug?” Swiss asks, slowing his thrusts.

Phantom clicks his tongue in annoyance, huffs out an irritated little breath. “You know I like seeing it go inside me,” he frowns. “Can’t see it with my legs in the way like this.” He squirms again, squeezing tight around Swiss’ cock as he struggles to sit up and cranes his neck.

Swiss inhales sharply at his words, knowing that yeah, Phantom really does like seeing himself penetrated. Always has them fucking next to a mirror, or folding his flexible little body to peer down at Swiss sliding inside him, or even handing Swiss his cell phone and demanding he record it for him to watch later.

“Sorry babydoll,” Swiss apologizes, picking up his pace again. “How about I tell you what I see back here. How pretty you look taking me all inside.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Phantom agrees, smiling and satisfied with that idea. “But you gotta tell me everything.”

Swiss licks his index finger, traces it around Phantom’s rim, feels where they’re connected together. “I see your wet, pink little hole, stretched so pretty and puffy around my cock. Swallowing me up.”

Swiss sees Phantom’s arm moving from behind his legs, jacking himself off to what he hears described.

Swiss pushes himself in. “I see the way you open up for me, so slick and easy, when I push in.” He glides his cock back out, glistening and wet, pulling out all the way to see Phantom’s hole gape and wink at him. “And I see how stretched open and fucked out you look when I pull out.”

Phantom groans, tosses his head back, jerks himself off faster. Swiss can feel he’s getting close, looking down at Phantom’s perfect little body, hears the way he whimpers and groans with each thrust, feels the way Phantom clutches and trembles around him as he describes everything he sees.

“Gonna cum, bug. You ready for it?”

Phantom nods his head frantically, tossing his hair around, letting the fringe of it fall over his eyes.

“Gotta hold it all inside for me, though. Can’t spill a single drop onto your nice, clean new uniform,” Swiss continues. “Think you can do that for me, baby?”

Phantom chokes out a cry and nods again, tugs himself off faster when Swiss cums deep inside him. Cries out as Swiss presses in flush against him, emptying himself inside Phantom’s tight little body. When he pulls out, Phantom’s hands fly to his hole, feeling himself clench around Swiss’ release, desperate not to let anything leak out.

Phantom lets out a quiet little oof when Swiss lets his legs down, feeling the blood rush back to his feet as he pants. His cock is red and kicking between his legs, dripping wet at the head and threatening to drip a glistening gob of pre down his shaft.

Swiss can’t have that. Not when they’d done such a good job keeping Phantom and his new uniform nice and clean.

Swiss drops to his knees. Crawls up until he’s face to face with Phantom’s dripping cock.

“You did so good, baby,” Swiss purrs, “Now what do you say you finish down my throat and we get you put back together nice and neat and clean before anybody knows what we did?”

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

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serene-sun · 7 months

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖊𝖊𝖕𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖊

Kinktobet days Orange- 7/9 (Vouyer/exhibition/risk)

Pairing: ghouls x ghoulettes

Warnings: perv ghouls, not proof read bc I'm on a 30 hour bus ride to Seattle

Summary: the ghouls find a little hole in the wall…

After the show, the ghouls are sweaty and ready to take off their clothes into something more comfortable.

The boys sulk into their dressing room, beside the girl's room as they prance in there.

“Look…” Swiss said, bending down a little to the wall as he held his balled-up shirt.

“Shit, I thought they filled it?” mountain said, eagerly coming to Swiss’s side and putting an eye to the wall.

“Guess not…” Swiss noted, repositioning himself to look through the hole after mountain.

“What are you guys talking about?” Phantom questioned, drawing the strings to his sweatpants.

“They’re being perverts.” Rain commented, stepping behind Phantom to his bag. He took a pair of clothes out and quickly changed his pants.

“Wait are you sure it’s the right one, Swiss? Remember, the other one they could see us back!” Sodo said, falling to his knees to see the hole too.

“A-are you guys looking at the ghoulettes through a hole??” Phantom asked out of his mind as he pulled his shirt over his head. “Is that not a little…rude?”

“Oh come on.” Swiss threw his head back at the ghoul, “So you don’t want to see Cirrus naked? I know you jerk off to that calendar a fan made of her.”

Phantom's face grew red In embarrassment, “ok Fine I mean what could you possibly see-“Phantom pushed them out of the hole and looked through it, “…they’re so pink…and..and perky…” his jaw dropped and his voice got higher.

“You all are so inappropriate.” Copia said, walking into the room, “When will my ghouls grow up?” He fake fretted, setting his mug down and stretching his back.

“Never.” Rain sighed, giving Papa a pat on the back, “Eh it’s alright, they’re just aware of the hole as you are…” Copia paused, “I think.” he grabbed his clothes bag and left the room with a small smile.

“See, even Copia thinks you’re all children.” Rain groaned as he plopped down in a chair. He opened up a bag of chips and began eating them.

“Oh but look, it’s cumulus in just a bra.” Swiss teased the water ghoul with a smirk.

Rain paused, a chip snapping between his fingers. “OK?” He got another chip.

“Oh my! It’s red and laced all over! Oh gosh, rain, so are her panties.” Swiss made a surprised voice and covered his mouth.

Rain got from his seat and pushed them out of the way, “you don’t say.” He mumbled as he looked through the hole.

Swiss hummed until a little spec of light got his attention, “shit…there’s another one?” He said while standing up.

“Really?” Mountain said, investigating where Swiss’s eyes lead, “hell yeah.”

“Shit.” Phantom bit his lip.

The girls were talking while changing, the vanity light making a warm glow on their pale skin.

Cirrus was sitting down on the couch in her underwear, the light green ones she always saved for ‘lucky’ shows. She lay her head on the armrest and kicked her feet up on the other end of the couch, her knees crossed on the other arm. She pushed her sweaty ebony brown hair back and sighed.

“That was a great show but I'm...burnt out..” Cirrus sighed as she put her arms behind her head.

“Yeah, I think the boys just have better energy when we go to this stadium,” Cumulus replied, unclipping the clasp of her bra behind her.

“Ah..” Phantom accidentally moaned, watching the way Cirrus lay there with her breast out, and her panties lazy around her thighs.

Swiss unzipped his pants, the room was so quiet the ghouls had to ‘snap out of it’.

Mountain did the same, pulling his heavy cock out and wrapping his sore hand around it.

Sodo watched the two, he eyed Phantom and the way his bulge pressed against his pants.

“Shit.” rain said, watching the way Cumulus’s breasts burst out of her tight red bra.

Swiss jerked his length, spitting in his hand and squeezing himself from his base, dragging his hand up to his tip and twisting it.

“Look at them…so clueless,” Swiss noted to the group, tugging at his length.

Sodo reached his hand down Phantom's pants, giving him a mischievous smirk as he palmed his erection.

“W-want her so bad…” Phantom groaned while watching the way Cirrus moved off the couch and off to take Aurora's clothes off.

“Yeah? Want to shove them into a wall and fuck them?” Sodo teased as he started to hump his thighs while palming Phantom.

Phantom let out a small trill as he watched the small ghoullette clothes be put away and her nude body shines in the dressing room.

Swiss whined as Cumulus put a shirt on, he watched her with prying eyes until she was clothed again.

Mountain hummed, feeling his tip twitch at the sensation of his hand before letting his load spill across the stone wall.

“Shit….they need to keep this hole..” Swiss grunted.

“It's not our fault it's here…” Phantom moaned.

#serene sun nocontext #the band ghost #serene sun spice time #serene sun mutuals #ghost band #the band ghost x reader #serene sun writes #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #ghost band fic #the band ghost smut #the band ghost ghouls #swiss x aeon #swiss x aether #swiss x dewdrop #swiss x phantom #swiss x sodo #swiss x aurora #serene sun kinktober

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ethereal-maniac · 2 months

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The Ghouls In Heat HC's

Non-Descript!Fem!Reader x Sodo, Swiss, Phantom, Aether, Rain, Mountain, Cirrus and Cumulus (seperate)

❗️ CW ❗️: nsfw, breeding kink, light exhibitionist kink, dry humping, very horny Ghouls/Ghoulettes, knotting, talk of pregnancy, underwear sniffing, plugging, oral sex, masturbation, cock warming, primal kink, overprotective, posessive, marking, scenting, edging, perv behaviour?, overstimulation, brief mention of bondage.

let me know if their's any more 😅

SODO

his body heat is insane when he's in his rut, cannot be under any blankets or they'll shrivel up with burns.

his needy-ness varies a lot more than the other ghouls during heat.

he tends to want to be holed up in his room with you, doesn't want you to move a muscle without telling him exactly what you're doing first.

he has such an intense urge to provide for you, he goes a bit insane and overprotective to the point where people aren't aloud to walk past his room in case Sodo attacks them.

mating press or doggy all day, he also won't object to some cowgirl/reverse cowgirl when he gets tired but still super horny.

he constantly has a knot or he's building up to one

wants to be smothered in your scent 24/7 so he takes all your clothes out of your closet and scatters them messily around the room

he will also encourage you to not wear any clothes, they'll only get in his way

just needs to touch you at all times, you have to peel him off of you and convince him for 5 minutes that you won't leave him forever when you go to use the bathroom.

sometimes he's crying/whining and scratching at the door if you take too long.

2 minutes feels like an eternity when he's away from you so be sure to give him some intensive cuddles and let him breed you all nice once you're done in the bathroom.

biting any accessible skin at all times.

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SWISS

horny motherfucker is even more horny if that's possible.

will rut against anything, your leg? the floor? his guitar? the wall? it's all covered in his cum.

loves to bend you over every object in sight, he doesn't care if it's in a public space as long as he gets to have you.

all he really wants is to hold you really close to him as he rolls his hips rhythmically against yours, catching you on his knot.

wants to feel like he's protecting you and his yet to be conceived kits.

loves to stare at his cocks outline pumping in and out of your stomach.

he fucking loves when you're loud, he will hunch over you just so he can hear your whines clearly.

like Sodo he wants to smell you all the time, he probably won't hole you up in his room but if you let him you best believe he will carry around a pair of your underwear that's coated in your arousal/cum.

he needs to be able to smell you at any time, what if it's an emergency? :(

sometimes his heat creeps up on him and hits before he's able to find you so he's just trying to get himself off as he writhes on the floor with your underwear pushed to his nose/mouth, waiting for you to find him.

you usually find him pretty quickly, he can't even stop tugging at his cock when he tries to explain to you through hooded eyes that he's began his heat and needs you if you're willing.

doesn't stop talking about how beautiful your kits will be.

especially when you're completely caught on his knot so he can't leave your pretty pussy until it goes down.

he will ask if you'd be comfortable with Sodo joining in on the fun ;)

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PHANTOM

poor baby is so confused when he wakes up from a nap to these overpowering hot flushes and doesn't understand why his cock's so painfully hard, pressed up against the mattress.

he try's to jerk off like usual but he doesn't understand why he just doesn't feel any satisfaction after cumming, if anything it makes him harder.

he goes completely off of his instincts, forgetting the conversation he had about heats with the other ghouls.

his brain is just like 'wanty/n, needy/n, wanty/n, needy/n' on a repeating loop so he's quick to wake you up.

he's only just able to utter out a few words of what's happening before he's pulling you flush against him and dry humping you erratically, moans of relief falling from his lips.

he'd be overjoyed if you let him get off on any part of your body.

he smothers you in kisses, trying to take you all in at once.

he's in heaven when he finally gets inside you, a long whine rumbling from deep in his chest, he almost cums on the spot at feeling you squeeze around him.

he loves mating press like most ghouls during heat, he also loves cowgirl and fucking you while spooning.

he cannot physically bring himself to ever leave you, wether he means leave your side or leaving your pussy, he'll whine like a bitch if you try.

he needs you to smell like him so expect a lot of scenting, he gets high off of smelling your arousal getting mixed with his.

he gets smoochy and smooshes against you like a cat.

so many 'i love you's' and general praising, he wants the first time he gets you pregnant to be special after all.

He has also gotten into the habit of kneading your breasts like a cat does with a blanket, anything to help your lactation even though you’re not even pregnant yet.

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AETHER

he's a lot more in control of his emotions unlike the others but he still feels its all just as intensely.

needs to just feel you in his arms a lot, likes seeing you caged safely between them when he fucks you.

he's quite sensual when fucking you but their's always that underlying desperation to it, his pace quickening slightly or his breaths getting impossibly more ragged.

his ideal day when he's in heat is being with you the whole day, no plans, continuously fucking and cuddling so he can look down at you at the end of the day asleep on his chest knowing your pussy is drowning in his cum.

it physically hurts his cock and his heart to picture his release spilling out of you, he hates the thought that the load currently spilling out of you could've been the one that got you pregnant

plugs are his saviour during this time.

he nuzzles closely to your stomach/thighs, minutes after his knot had popped inside of you, talking to your pussy as he plugs you gently while whispering little prayers to Him that this is the knot. this one will get you nice and round with his kits.

he naps a lot during heat, he's a big boy after all so he always asks if you'll let him fall asleep between your thighs.

a lot of the time this ends in his nose nudging/snuggling unconsciously against your clit all night or his tongue straight up lolling out of his mouth to try and taste your entrance through your underwear. (all of this happening when he's asleep)

just let him fuck a kit into you then get pussy drunk :(

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RAIN

oh my sweet water ghoul.

he likes to fuck in some form of water 90% of the time, wether that's the shallows of the abbeys lake, the bath or the shower.

he's already sensitive but being in the water just makes it double and he has so much stamina that he'll go for at least three rounds before he's shaking in your arms from overstimulation while still needing more.

he's always scenting you, it makes him feel so many emotions to bite into you while he's balls deep in you.

Also has a habit of licking you, specifically your neck and collar bone/shoulders

he feels closest to you when his knot's in you, he like to just cuddle while you cock warm his knot but he can easily be swayed to just fuck it into you until it pops.

he likes to make nests and will pamper you until you're ready to take him again.

Your little exhibitionist will try to palm himself or hump you in front anyone and everyone

don't be mad at him, his cock hurts so bad he just wants to cum :(

he adores finishing in you like all ghouls, but he also love to cum in your mouth and on your stomach 'right there my love, that's where our kit will grow'

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MOUNTAIN

will 1000% drag you out into the forrest during his rut.

he makes a proper nest and fights of any potential threats (those poor fireflies)

sleeps under the moonlight with his body safely curled around yours, his cock safely sheathed in you or between your thighs.

Needs to be close to you at all times or he’ll start growling and his nose/mouth will twitch and drool, showing off his fangs like a dog when it’s mad or territorial.

like Phantom, he also scents you a lot and rubs his whole body against yours.

He communicates in chitters and chirps a lot during his heat apart from the praises that are spoken in english or ghoulish.

you feel so good around him, sometimes he forgets what plane of existence he's on and confuses his languages.

he fucks you with PASSION, like a beast.

his only thoughts during his heat is 'need to make you feel good... i need to feel good... and i need you pregnant with my kit'

He’s affectionately primal when he fucks you.

Sort of animal like, lots of growls and grunts as he completely ruins you in the nest, won’t let you stray from his arms.

when his ruts over and you return to your ministry dorms covered in cum and dirt, you both take one or two more days off with each other to recover and check in.

he's very sweet and concerned after all his heats, he knows it can be intense on the receiving end ;)

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CIRRUS

She gets crazy dominant during her heats.

At first she lets you go about your day without question.

But you'd be a fool to think she'd not follow you around like an assassin, tracking your every move and pouncing on you when you least expect it.

She gets such a rush from seeing your shocked, flustered face beneath her.

Almost every heat consists of her roughly pegging you to the wall or floor so she can tease her knee between your thighs, licking long strips up your neck to then get up and leave you hot and bothered.

it's a cycle she'll repeat all day.

And then after said long day, she ties you to the bed and continues the process with more intensity.

She does make sure you cum though, once she feels temporarily satiated and you're sobbing with need.

Only then does she go down on you or rut into you with the biggest strap she owns, until you've passed out from overstimulation.

Oh and don't think she won't edge you in front of other ghouls or siblings of sin, even papas.

If they get too close she won't hesitate to show them how much you need her.

Her and only her.

She probably marks you more than any other Ghoul/Ghoulette, on your neck, cheek, breasts, stomach, thighs, legs, she wants it all.

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CUMULUS

She stays in her room during all of her ruts and refuses to leave, she won't make you stay with her, but she will be very grateful if you do.

Her heats aren't like the other ghouls in the sense of being insatiably horny and just needing to chase that release, for her, this time is about showing you how much she loves you and how much you mean to her by gentle yet lustful acts.

This time is about both of you, not just her need to get off.

She's extra sensitive during her heats so a firm thrust of your thigh against her core and your thumb brushing over her nipple is enough to make her squirm and crumble.

Or maybe you'll kiss her passionately, gently rub her clit in circles, then sit on her face and she's moaning into your core as she cums HARD.

She's especially vocal during this time, you have to know how good you're making her feel.

Do not copy, translate or transfer (plagiarise) any of my fics.

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rosecoloredmax · 3 months

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lil swiss phantom redraw thing

#bigggg stretch #ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom #swiss ghoul #swiss x phantom #swisstom #phantom x swiss

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ghuleh-recs · 2 months

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The door shuts behind them, and Swiss and Aeon toss their go bags on the chair in the corner of the room. They stare at each other, purple and white boring into gold as their human glamours fade, horns and tails coming back into existence. All Aeon can hear is the hum of the too-cold air conditioner, and the way their breath quickens as Swiss smiles. Their tail wags behind them, and Aeon can't bring themself to try and make it look like they have it under control.

Swiss takes two long strides, pressing into Aeon's space. They have to remind themself that they want this, they asked for this, willing themself not to shy away from him subconsciously.

He carefully brings his hands up, telegraphing his movements. Aeon's eyes flutter shut for a moment as his warm, calloused palms radiate heat onto their cheeks, not quite making contact. "Tell me, Aeon," he breathes, gold eyes flicking down and back up to their eyes as he leans down. "You gotta tell me."

Aeon's breath hitches, nodding. "Please," they whisper, and then they're consumed by contact. Both of Swiss's palms cup their face, tilting their head just slightly to the side so that-

This piece is a collab with the talented and wonderful @coffeeghoulie for their fic Eternal Heatstroke. What are you waiting for? Go read the rest!!

(pspspspsps i have an art blog now! feel free to follow @ghuleh-draws if you’re so inclined ♡)

#liss draws #the band ghost #aeon ghoul #swiss ghoul #aeon x swiss #phantom ghoul #phantom x swiss #swisstom #the band ghost fanart #nameless ghouls #ghost band

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st-danger · 3 months

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hi st im new here but ur writing is amazing and hurts my dick alot and i was wondring if u coulld write smth with free use if ur comfy 🤭🤭🤭 ty ur amazing

Mind the content, perverts.

Swiss is just starting to nod off, drifting into sleep in his dark, pleasantly cool room under a thick comforter when he hears his doorknob turn and click. Creak of the hinge that follows has him cracking open a single gold eye to see the silhouette of a ghoul who's body language looks sheepish, even in outline.

"Hey," Aeon says, telling on himself instantly with the breathy quality of his voice. He steps in and shuts the door behind him, and Swiss gropes for the light on his nightstand. He blinks against the sudden flood of light while his pupils constrict and the full picture comes into view: Aeon's wearing a thin cotton shirt, socks, and flannel pants- tented. Obviously hard. Pink cresting his cheekbones, unruly hair looking even more unkempt for how he must have been running restless hands through it. For something so vulgar, he looks so innocent. Swiss yawns and nods, sleepy.

"Yeah," he murmurs, rubbing the back of his hand against his eyes. "Go on."

Aeon almost trips over himself, stumbling into his bed.

"Thanks," he says, and Swiss can't help the small smile; how is he supposed to find that anything other than endearingly awkward? The idea of feeling anything but fondness towards the newest summon and his neediness seems insane, though he will admit to a grumble of protest while Aeon jostles the bed climbing in, pushing the blankets away from him and he's exposed to the cooler ambient air. He doesn't bother to move- stays on his side, an arm tucked under the pillow, face half-smushed against it. Doesn't even try to pull his boxers down. If Aeon wants it, well, they've agreed that's his job.

"Need it again, huh?" Swiss says, eyes drifting closed once more. He's just so sleepy. He'll fuck him tomorrow, of course, but for now Aeon is welcome to do as he pleases and Swiss will put forth no effort. Honestly, depending on how furiously Aeon's going to rut against him, he might even end up falling asleep anyway. He hears the rustle of flannel, and then feels trembling hands begin to work the waistband of his boxers down, pulling them lower until they're bunched against his thighs, exposing the cleft of his ass. He does shift to help with this part. He's a gentleman, after all. Ask anybody.

"Uh huh." Aeon's voice is as unsteady as his hands, and it takes Swiss's deep well of maturity to only chuckle a little at the tone. At how horny and out of control and worked up the little critter is. Not from anything, just the weird thrill of a new body and new sensations. Can't help himself right now. Can't stop himself from getting stiffies. Can't keep from getting all excited all the time. He's like a naughty little puppy at the moment, and nobody, Swiss included, would ever dream of dampening his enthusiasm. The press of a warm body against his back, the feeling of him hard and blood-hot against his ass is delightful even through his tiredness. "Just- hard again," Aeon breathes into the nape of his neck. "Gotta cum," he says, quieter. Bashful.

He's not sure exactly what he expected right now. Aeon's done everything from jerk off onto him, to rub off on his boot. Fuck his thighs, maybe- that's what Swiss would have guessed for right now, but Aeon seems to know Swiss wouldn't be getting up to grab any lube for that, and there's no way Aeon has the modicum of self control needed in order to tear himself away long enough to snatch it from the bathroom counter himself. It would seem, however, that Aeon's so desperate he's just going to...hump him. Like he'd done to Cumulus the day before while she read, straddling her chest so he could press his straining, red cock against her still clothed tits and rock back and forth until he finished on her just like that. She's a real sweetheart, Swiss thinks. Let him collapse on top of her after. Stroked his hair and asked if he felt better while she finished the chapter.

Swiss can't help but yawn again as Aeon's hands settle on his shoulders and he begins to thrust against him stupidly. Oh, he'll be trouble for them all when he hits his first heat, and the collective agreement is that nobody is about to tell him what that is just yet. It'll either be the same or it'll be worse (and better), but a team effort undoubtedly. Aeon's movements shift him, rocking him back and forth.

"Needed it so bad," Aeon huffs, right in his ear. "Woke up hard." It sends a pleasant shiver down Swiss's spine, but that's as much as he can give right now. Tomorrow, for sure. Not now. The slide of his cock against him is delicious, though, no denying it. "Hard for you."

"I can tell," Swiss says, nestling into his pillow further, eyes drifting shut. "Really hard, aren't you?"

"So hard," Aeon almost wheezes, curling in closer to him, hands holding ever tighter while things turn ever more frantic. "Can't help it." He lets out a nervous wisp of a laugh. "I really- can't." Aeon draws his leg up, rests his leg on top of Swiss's so he can really get some leverage now. "So hot, Swiss, you're so hot. Oh- I don't think I'm gonna last," Aeon moans.

"Take your time," Swiss says around another yawn. "Clean me up when you're done."

#st-speaks #cw: free use #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost fanfiction #ghost headcanons #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss/aeon #swiss/phantom #swiss x aeon #swiss x phantom #nameless ghouls

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ravenssilver · 7 months

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more aeon angst. somewhat goes along with this, but could be read on it’s own, as well.

1.2k words of slightly depressed aeon taking on the burden of others, if you please.

He felt… heavy, he supposed.

It was hard to get out of bed, his feet dragged wherever he took himself, his shoulders slouched.

He just felt heavy. The headache dead center in his skull didn’t help much, either. An ever present ache that only seemed to get worse.

Aeon’s lilac eyes looked more gray now, dull with the shadows of abandoned that he felt himself drowning in.

He ached for some kind of contact—anything would be better than nothing.

He wished for someone to hold him and tell him everything would be okay. He wanted to he told that whoever had been his predecessor wasn’t actually all that grand, but he knew with the way he had heard his packmates talk about the older Quintessence, that would never be true.

As Aeon sat on the couch in the common room, staring blankly at the TV ahead of him, his thoughts drifted to this Aether that he had heard so much of while standing behind the corner of the living room wall when the rest of the pack were in a cuddle pile.

He sounded awesome, if Aeon was honest with himself. He sounded kind and compassionate. A rock for the pack. A guide.

What was Aeon?

He definitely wasn’t a support for the pack. If anything, he was deadweight for Mountain and Cirrus. Just something to drag along for the ride because it was what they were supposed to do.

What if they wanted to leave him behind? What if they were planning to abandon him as soon as they could? What if they did it on the upcoming tour? He would be stuck then. Trapped. Not even forgotten about, but purposely left behind.

What if-

Aeon jolted as the couch shifted with a new weight, Swiss slumping down onto the cushions next to him with a big huff. His lilac eyes remained on Swiss, taking in his appearance.

The multi’s helmet was nowhere to be found, and the vest to his uniform was unclasped. He had an exhausted look on his face, his eyes drooping as the day wore down on him.

Aeon’s eyes widened when he realized Swiss was looking back at him and he quickly looked away, looking back at the TV which he saw was a news program.

At least, that’s what he thought it was.

Swiss chuffed softly, an amused sound as he settled further into the couch, crossing his arms as he stared at the TV as well.

Aeon’s spine was stiff as a board. Granted, he was still slouched, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sit up right without the muscles in his back complaining.

What was Swiss doing? Sitting, obviously. But he was sitting next to Aeon. Close enough that their tails could brush.

Why?

Why was he so close? Did he want to talk? What would they talk about? What if he wanted to get to know Aeon.

Aeon paused, his eyebrows furrowing.

What was there to know?

Up until this point, Aeon had felt like nothing but a piece of driftwood in this sea of stress. It was nothing like he thought it would be Topside. Though, Aeon didn’t take loneliness Topside into account. He had lived it enough in the Pit, wouldn’t that mean he would be free Topside?

“You holding up fine?” Swiss asked, pulling Aeon from his thoughts yet again. Aeon glanced over at Swiss, the spade of his tail flicking as he took in Swiss’ words.

Was he? He wasn’t a crumpled mess on the floor, so that had to have been something. Though, he still hurt the same way he did in the Pit. Is that considered fine? Do the other ghouls still feel the pressure and ache from the Pit? Or do they live the freedom that Aeon so desperately yearned for?

“Yes.” Aeon replied with a slight nod, looking down at his lap. Swiss nodded, sighing a bit as he thought about the little Quint’s simple response.

“Are you?” Aeon asked, catching Swiss off guard. Swiss stared bug-eyed at Aeon for a moment before nodding slowly.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m doing fine.” Swiss muttered. As he finished speaking, there was a crackle of electricity in the air around him and he sighed, forgetting the full capabilities of quintessence ghouls.

“Why did you lie?” Aeon asked, a frown on his face as he hesitantly turned towards Swiss, his lilac eyes showing oceans of concern for his pack mate, despite the fact that Swiss had given Aeon zero of the same treatment.

Nobody had.

“It’s just casual Ministry stress. They always load us with work before tours. I’m alright.” Swiss waved off Aeon’s concern, though the new summon was insistent.

“You’re tired.” Aeon mumbled. “I can help.” He stated, wanting nothing more than the acceptance of at least one of his pack mates. Swiss looked into Aeon’s eyes and saw his desperation, a slight frown on his face when he realized the true extent of Aeon’s need.

“Alright,” Swiss nodded. “You need me to do anything?” He asked. Aeon quickly shook his head, moving closer to Swiss with an excited grin.

He could finally, finally prove himself. Swiss could see that he was a valuable member of the pack and he could tell the others. Aeon could be accepted the same way Aurora was. He could be invited to the dinner table on time, or to cuddle piles. Maybe he could even walk with the pack to practice instead of behind them.

Aeon placed his palms on Swiss’ temples and slipped his clawed fingers into the multi’s curly hair, being careful not to snag it in any way. Aeon took a deep breath and closed his eyes, letting his element fill his system, flow through his veins and into Swiss’ mind and body.

Swiss sagged with relief when the quintessence entered his body, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt all aches in his body and mind slip away as if Aeon was absorbing them into himself.

Aeon’s eyebrows furrowed as he felt his headache get worse, the ache now turning into a slightly stabbing pain. He felt his shoulders burn with strain as if he had been standing and lifting heavy things for hours. His ankles hurt the same way they would after wearing the uniform boots for too long. And he was tired.

Exhausted, even.

With the little energy he had left, Aeon sent a rush of energizing quintessence into Swiss’ system, slipping his hands away from the older ghoul as he opened his eyes.

Aeon panted as he gave Swiss the slightest smile. It was meant to be happy, maybe hopeful, but he was just worn out.

“Damn, that’s amazing. What’d you do?” Swiss asked, his eyes lit back up with the energy that Aeon was so used to seeing from afar. “N-Nothing big.. just dug up all the tiredness I could,” Aeon smiled haphazardly, feeling his eyes try to droop with how tired he was from taking on Swiss’ burdens.

“Dropped it off into the ether, too, huh?” Swiss grinned as he bounced up to his feet again, back to his usual self.

Aeon’s eyebrows furrowed. Had Aether not done that for the pack before? Or, if he had, did he not tell them how it just transferred the ache into his vessel instead of the other pack member? Why would Aether not tell them?

… Should he keep it to himself as well?

Aeon gave a slight, tired laugh after a beat of silence and nodded, entertaining Swiss’ slight tease.

“Y-Yeah.. the ether…” he mumbled, his eyes drooping with disappointment and exhaustion as Swiss grinned again before walking off to continue his day.

#ghost band #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss x aeon #swiss x phantom #kind of #not yet. but soon ;)#ghost the band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fic #ficlet #the nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls ficlet #aeon is still alone #oh well #ravenssilver writes

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highdefinitions · 6 months

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said i wasn’t going to make more of these.. well…

#dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #rain x dewdrop #raindrop #the band ghost #ghost the band #shitghosting #yes i think rain is evil. yes he’s the most beautiful ghoul ever.#phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #whatever the fuck you want to call him idk #phantom my little cringefail loser boygirl #swiss ghoul #do not let this one flop like the other one please

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belle--ofthebrawl · 8 months

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#21 phantom & Swiss (maybe phantom helping swiss through a rut?)

I wanted to use Phantom but Aeon kept popping up when I wasn't paying attention so that's the name I'm going with. Apologies, I hope you don't mind.

“Are you sure? Once I start I don’t think I’m able to stop.”

"I'll be fine, I promise. Anyway, my heat's close enough that your rut should trigger it."

Those were the words that sealed his fate.

Not like being pinned flat underneath Swiss was a bad thing. No matter how much he struggled, he couldn't get loose, only earned a firm bite to his shoulder in warning. He was even kind enough to kiss over it when Aeon stilled, huffing into the bedsheets.

Hot.

"Close," Swiss breathes right into his ear and Phantom shudders, grinding his own cock into the mattress. Swiss has knotted him over and over again, wrung out orgasm after orgasm from Aeon until he was sobbing from it, twining his magic with Swiss' brand of quintessence to stave off exhaustion and sensitivity.

One more, Aeon thinks deliriously, pushing his hips back. One more should trigger my heat.

He really, really hopes this one will do it.

Swiss growls, shoving his thick cock in impossibly further. Aeon shakes at the feel of it, mewls when there's the telltale swell of a knot, the weight of Swiss' balls slapping against him with the force of the other ghoul's thrusts, something deep inside him lighting up flares with each firm hit. Pleasure coils up in his abdomen, snakes down to the root of his cock and Aeon lifts his legs, curls his toes, whimpering and waiting for it…

Nothing.

"C'mon, " he begs. Swiss or his stupid body, he's not sure. Doesn't really care when he's standing at this awful edge. "C'mon, please." His eyes sting with frustration but not even tears will well up, his body holding everything at bay until something breaks.

"M'gonna give it to you." Swiss says lowly, pulling Aeon back on his cock and keeping him there. Threatening him with the flare of his knot. "Can you feel it?"

Aeon nods frantically, doing to his best to work himself back on it. He can't feel anything else, Swiss is just so big, he's pushing Aeon out of his body, he can't focus, can't even breath beyond gasping about how good Swiss is giving it to him.

"About to make it better." Swiss promises, and Aeon gives a high keen when the bulb of Swiss' knot pushes in, stretching Aeon even wider and he smothers his anguished yell into the pillow.

There's no way he can cum, he thinks with despair. His body's failed him, the magic's pulled back to conserve energy. Swiss, too lost in his orgasm to notice Aeon going limp in defeat. He's so tired. Will Swiss let him tap out after this? Would he laugh at Aeon, for biting off more than he could chew. He sniffles, shivers and prays Swiss won't think bad of him for it.

Above him, Swiss peels himself off Aeon's back with a groan. One hand detaches itself from Aeon's hip to rub at his jaw as he yawns. When Swiss covers him again, he nuzzles at Aeon's cheek. Licks away the tears that are finally falling.

"Baby…" Swiss says with the barest hint of a slur. "Naw, baby, don't cry. Did so good for me. Think that was it."

"Really?" Aeon asks, a faint tremor to his voice. "I did it?"

"You did it." Swiss says with a loving chuckle, a gentle kiss to his neck. "Proud'a you. Not bad."

"Not bad!" Aeon scoffs, gathering his wits back together. "I take your knot four times in a row and you say not bad!"

"Record's six." Swiss says with a yawn.

"What the fuck." Aeon says flatly. "What is wrong with you."

Swiss hums noncommittally and snuggles in close. He snuffles in Aeon's ear and Aeon laughs, bats him away.

"Thank you." Swiss says sincerely. "That was a lot. Promise I'll make it up to you."

"Oh, you will!" Aeon chuckles. "Chore duty, breakfast in bed, run my baths-'

"Ah Lucifer, he's turning into Rain." Swiss complains to thin air.

"Just you wait!" Aeon says. "You're gonna regret this!"

"Pretty sure I won't." Swiss says smugly.

So he might regret some things, Swiss realizes in the morning.

He regrets not noticing how clingy Aeon was when he left. How not even the promises of a homemade breakfast spread could dissuade him from letting go. How he tasted on Swiss' lips, how he whined into their kiss, still grabbing needily anywhere he could touch.

How he smelled, underneath the layers of sweat and cum and pheromones from Swiss' own rut.

But most of all, Swiss regrets how his rut always, without fail, puts his dick out of commission for minimum two days afterwards.

"Swiss…" Aeon moans, rocking his hips up into the pillow. His cheeks are red, eyes glassy. His cock is so red and swollen it looks painful. "Help me, please, I really need to cum, don't think I can stop-"

"Hang on, kid." Swiss says unsteadily. "I'll call the cavalry in."

He rolls over, still grinding on the pillow to show off how ruined, gaping and dripping Swiss left him. The sight punches a groan from him but his dick…his poor dick remains uninterested.

Aeon's eyes roll back, giving out the sweetest little moan as he cums over Swiss' favorite pillow, flooding the room with the scent of his heat, so thick Swiss can taste it.

Taste…Now there's a thought.

He shoots off a quick message to the rest, drops his phone on the table and nearly trips over his own feet in his eagerness to bury his face in Aeon's thighs, the better to clean his own mess.

It's the least he could do.

#swiss x Aeon #swiss army ghoul #aeon ghoul #nsft #throwing this up before i get five hours of sleep and drive to the airport just in time to be four hours early.

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dewdrops-whammy-bar · 17 days

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Sleepy bug...

Fun little doodle! (wham do a finished piece challenge extremely hard) The hoodie is Mountain's btw, it's like a big blanket on them.

Bonus under the cut!

Suuuuper messy but you get the point. Swiss simply CANNOT resist the chance to slap a good ass.

#I love phantom so much #I am projecting onto them and also shaking them in my mouth like a dog toy #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #ghost band fanart #ghost bc #nameless ghouls fanart #swisstom #aeon ghoul #swiss x phantom

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sodoshame · 9 months

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Doubt.

Warnings: Feelings of not being good enough, hurt/comfort.

Pairing: Phantom/Dewdrop.

Summary: Phantom keeps messing up his parts on stage. He’s afraid he’ll never be able to fill the huge shoes he’s been put in.

A/N: Apparently all I ever write is hurt/comfort fics lmao.

Feeling tears well up in his eyes, Phantom avoids Dew’s angry gaze. He messed up again, clumsy fingers fumbling over the strings, hitting the wrong notes. He was breathing shakily under his mask, staring out at the crowd. Phantom felt it as hot tears made their way down his cheeks; in that moment, he was thankful for the mask.

After the show, the ghouls all exited the stage, excitedly talking amongst themselves. Phantom was dragging his feet behind them, his cheeks felt wet from the tears. He could feel Dew’s gaze on him from across the hallway, but then he felt an arm being slung around his shoulder, and he looked up to see Swiss grinning through his mask.

“Great job, Phantom! You did so good!” Swiss smiled, looking down at the younger ghoul. Phantom mumbles a ‘Thanks, Swiss’, trying to make his voice sound even.

The others all headed to the dressing room, but Phantom just headed straight for the bus, going to his bunk. He sunk into it, pulling his mask off as he let his tears fall. Knowing that he had at least 20 minutes before the others came back, he just let it all out.

He felt awful; he was not doing Aether any justice- he was messing up every show so far. Phantom’s breathing was uneven and shaky as he cried, he was trembling, letting out little whimpers.

Upon hearing the door of the bus open, he pushed his face into his pillow, attempting to stifle his sobs. It wasn’t much use, he couldn’t stop himself. Phantom heard footsteps making their way to the bunk area and he held his breath, but accidentally lets out a small whimper.

“…Phantom? Is that you?”

It was Dew. His voice much softer than Phantom could have ever imagined; he breathed a shaky breath as a sob made it’s way out of his throat. Hearing the curtain being drawn, he didn’t move, keeping his face pressed tightly into the pillow as he tried to catch his breath.”

“Oh shit… Phantom, bug…” Dew sighed, seeing his new packmate cry made him feel a slight amount of guilt.

Phantom whimpered at the nickname as he slowly bought his head up, looking at Dew. Sighing, Dew crawled up into Phantom’s bunk, leaving a decent amount of space between them, shutting the curtain behind himself. The younger ghoul’s breathing was rapid and uneven as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“Okay, bug. I need you take a deep breath, alright? You’re freaking yourself out.” Dew said, his voice soft.

Phantom tried, but his breathing just got worse as he sobbed. Dew sighed again, gently reaching a hand out to touch his shoulder.

“Can I hug you, bug? Is that okay?” Dew asked, trying to calm him down. Once Phantom nodded, Dew pulled him closer and wrapped his arms around him. The younger ghoul pressed his face into Dew’s chest as he kept sobbing, his entire body trembling.

“Come on, Phantom. Breathe with me, okay?”

He kicked up a purr, making it so that Phantom could feel and hear his breathing rhythm. Eventually, Phantom’s breathing became more even and his crying slowed.”

“D-Dew, I’m sorry- s-sorry I’m not Aether.” He mumbled into Dew’s chest. The older ghoul tensed up at hearing Aether’s name, but then he sighed and brought his hand up to Phantom’s head as he gently ran his fingers through his hair.

“You’re your own person, bug. Stop trying to be someone else.” Dew muttered. He had said those words before, but this was the softest he had ever said it.

“I- I can’t do-” Phantom started, but Dew interrupted him as he kept stroking his hair.

“Yes, you can. I’m sorry I’ve been a dick to you, bug. That probably hasn’t helped, huh?”

The younger ghoul didn’t respond, just nuzzled further into him. Dew sighed, holding him closer as he continued to stroke his hair soothingly. He heard the bus door open as the other ghouls piled in, chatting loud amongst themselves. He heard Phantom whimper at the sound and tightened his grip on him, rubbing his back to soothe him.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just the other guys, alright? Keep taking deep breaths for me.” He reassured.

Phantom takes a few deep, shaky breaths as he clung onto Dew.

The curtain suddenly opened, and Swiss was standing there, a mix between a grin and a smirk on his face, just as he opened his mouth to speak, Dew glared at him, putting his finger to his lips.

“Swiss, don’t say a word.” He muttered. Swiss put his hands up in mock defence, closing the curtain again as he walked away. Dew felt it as Phantom pressed his face into his collarbone. Bringing his hand back up to his head to stoke his hair, Dew mumbled.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you, bug.”

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