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Gilf omega dilf aether and a stupid little phantom sandwiched between them calling them both daddy

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mountain stretched out on dew’s freshly washed sheets (as close as either party cares to get to a sterile work surface) laying on his stomach totally not trying to sniff out the tart apple scent of dew’s shampoo on the pillow his face is smushed into while dew works on his lower back with the tattoo gun he got at walmart that one time while on tour. this is dew’s machine debut, first tryst outside of stick and poke. mountain wanted tramp stamp. a set of antlers

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III doodles from last year

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Some ghoul on ghoul lovin

Tip jar

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Alright friends. Because I am endlessly curious.

You're not getting an "everything" option because that is not helpful to me in my current state lmao.

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*creates a whole human au just to have an excuse to write rain getting groped on a crowded train*

im so glad im normal about these characters 😊

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Aether and Dew have like....a mutual cuckoldry thing going on. They're very very special to each other but they realize others can do different things they maybe can not so it's kind of like poly, kind of like swinging, kind of like hotwife-ing, kind of like getting cucked and at the end of the day they're in each other's arms getting each other angry and jealous and reaping the rewards being reclaimed gets them.

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cocky gym rat cirrus i am obsessed with you

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Btw both Cirrus and Mist wear strap harnesses under their clothes and let them peek out over their low-hanging cargo pants like fems with thongs. Strap harnesses are lingerie for butch lesbians sent tweet happy pride

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Consider, if you will, Mist and Alpha when it was good. There must have been a few moments where they were happy.

alpha is an ass through and through, but somehow mist still fell for him. we're straddling the beginning of an end here with them, but for now . . .

Mist takes a drag of her cigarette and exhales the smoke into the cool night air. In the distance, footsteps of retreating concert goers echo off the pavement. Excited chatter floats past the venue's fences into the alley where her and Alpha stand quietly, only de-costumed enough to not get smoke and ash on their tunics.

"It's getting old," Mist sighs after another moment.

Alpha scoffs. "What is?"

Mist gestures vaguely into the alleyway. "This. The touring. Performing."

"You've barely done anything," Alpha laughs, stamping his own cigarette butt into the ground. He cracks his knuckles and turns towards her with a smirk, arms crossed.

She narrows her eyes at the fire ghoul. "I'm sorry, I forgot I was talking to heartthrob attention whore Alpha, second only to 'impregnate me right here on this floor' Omega. My mistake thinking you'd sympathize with me." Mist says it with venom and post-show exhaustion on her tongue, but she can't help the tinge of affection that still weaves its way in.

"Dude's not even fuckin' here and you're still talking about him."

"So is the rest of the population; you only have more adoring eyes now that big brother Megs isn't here to steal your spotlight. Because they certainly are not looking at Delts or I."

"I'll look enough for all of 'em," Alpha flirts. "Just 'cause they can't see that little ass under that tunic doesn't mean I can't."

Mist rolls her eyes and leans back against the brick wall. Sending another plume of smoke into the air. "Maybe you should focus on something else. Your playing, perhaps? Look at my ass on your off time, bastard."

"Oh, I do."

The heat of him gets closer, close enough to penetrate through Mist's leather jacket. Slightly elevated from prancing around and playing all night. She staunchly avoids eye contact.

"C'mon, Mist," he says, even closer now. He smells like sweat and smoke and trashy cologne, and it's taking all of her willpower not to grab him by his collar and shove him to the concrete.

She really doesn't feel like doing this tonight.

"Why don't we get 'em in on the fun?" Alpha leans his elbow on the wall above her head. "Play around with each other on stage---give 'em a little show of our own, huh?" He slides a few fingers into her half-open breast pocket on her jacket, intending on going further until Mist snatches the fabric away from his hand. Metal teeth on the zipper scraping against his knuckles.

"Motherfucker--" She throws her cigarette to the ground and stomps it out, spinning to face him head-on. "You make me. Fucking crazy," she hisses.

Alpha grins, all teeth. Predatory and far too enticing. "You like it," he says. "And you're always mad that you like it. Should be flattered I never take my eyes off of you."

"Shut. Up."

"Make me, you little urchin."

And fucking Lucifer, it's cliche and she hates it, but he's goaded her into it now. Mist grabs him by the front of his sweatshirt and pushes his back up against the side of the building; then, with a tight fist, she yanks him down to her height by the collar. Smashing their lips together with as much fervor that her post-show emotions will allow her.

"Fuck, there you are," Alpha grins and groans against her mouth. He curls one hand around the back of her neck and cradles the side of her face with the other, needy and insistent.

Mist nips at the tip of his tongue before it can go past her lips. "Stop talking," she huffs. And she slips him her own tongue before he can say anything else---kissing to claim, kissing to devour. Putting all her frustration into the movement of her lips and the force with which she attacks Alpha's mouth with her own.

Alpha can take it. He always does.

He slides his hands down her back. Surprisingly, they don't go straight to her ass like Mist expects, but stay at her lower back, keeping her flush to his body. Taking all she gives him with little more than a huff and a rumbling groan.

Mist makes a frustrated noise, nipping hard enough at his bottom lip to make him hiss a little through his nose. Metallic bite of his blood flooding her senses like an electric shock. She curses, nearly losing her balance where's she's put one foot over Alpha's to gain leverage. Fangs scraping over the wound, catching just enough on his skin that she has to fight herself to keep from doing it again, over and over.

The taste of smoke and beer eventually sours in her mouth, and slowly she lets the kiss lose steam.

"Mist." Alpha pulls away, but doesn't let her go. He rests his forehead against hers, apologetic, and offers a questioning hum. "You okay?" he asks.

Mist watches his tongue dart out to catch the slowly oozing blood from his lip. "Could have asked me that earlier," she mumbles.

"You're always prickly, though, how am I supposed to tell when you need me to ask?"

Mist grumbles and crosses her arms. Doesn't answer.

He places a chaste kiss to one side of her nose. "Babe, you know I love you, right?"

"Could have done a better job of showing it. Asshole," Mist sniffs.

Alpha sighs and runs his hands through her cold, sweaty hair. "Make it up to you?"

"Your dick is going nowhere near me tonight. Let alone this week."

Alpha just rolls his eyes. "It's still gonna be in the same room with you. Doesn't mean you have to look at it."

He gets close to her again, thumbing across her cheeks as he teases at her lips, even as they start to form into a snarl. "Can't I treat you right, though? I'll let you shut me up any way you want. Take all of that pretty little cock, baby."

Mist growls. "You're about to get a fist to the mouth instead." She pushes hard at his chest and steps away, striding back towards the service entrance doors.

"Oooh," he laughs after her. "You're pissed, huh?"

"Wow, stupid, what gave you that idea?"

And yet, she still leans into the arm he puts around her as Alpha guides her back. All she can do is sigh and hold onto her own jacket tighter. He shields her from the bustle of the roadcrew taking down stage pieces and stowing away instruments, walking in stride with her back to the rest of the group.

"You owe me another cigarette," Mist says eventually as they round the corner to the greenroom. " . . . And a sloppy blowjob," she adds as an afterthought, only loud enough for Alpha to hear.

"Those things I can do," he purrs smugly. "On my knees? Choking on it? You wanna use my belt as a leash agai---ow."

Mist shoves him into the vanity counter as hard as she can, retreating to her usual corner behind the costume racks. She shakes up the leftover mixture in her water bottle, downing the slightly salty, duckweed-infused water in a few gulps, trying not to let the liquid slip out the side of her smirk---Pebble's laughing at Alpha's collision with the counter, Cowbell trilling his own laugh behind them.

"You want me to punch him for you?" Delta asks on the other side of the garment rack. The fluorescent lights make his iridescent eyes, currently narrowed in amusement, shift to their more purple hue as he peeks over the clothing.

Mist wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand. "Nah. I'll do it later."

Delta smiles. "Good." He looks over to the rest of them and watches Pebble grab two more beers (seemingly from nowhere) and thrust one of them into Alpha's hand. "Hm. Maybe we can get him sloppy drunk enough to grovel instead."

"Not a bad idea, rainbowfish."

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midwest emo raindrop where rain is doodling on dew’s dusty chucks with the half dead sharpie he keeps in his pocket (and has accidentally washed more than once, oops) dew’s foot resting in rain’s lap, rain’s long fingers wrapped around his ankle and dew can feel the heat of his palm even through the canvas of his high tops and the tip of rain’s thumb is sliding up the leg of dew’s jeans and if dew was more confident he would slide his heel a little closer to rain’s crotch but he’s not so he doesn’t and is actually staying as still as possible paralyzed with fear and this is foreplay for them btw

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nothing hurts aeon's pride and gets him worked up more than his partner acting bored of him during sex. he's a natural attention whore, and if he doesn't get that? well . . .

i wanna fuck you. it's said gruffly into swiss' shoulder as aeon perches over him.

yeah, whatever. swiss could be picking at his nails for how nonchalant he is. could ask me a little nicer though, sweetheart.

aeon huffs. grumbles. please. he grits out, already grinding their cocks together. it hurts how little swiss responds when the friction is so hot and delicious. please let me fuck you.

hm, fine. get your dick wet then, if that's what you want.

of course aeon wants. that's what he fucking said, didn't he? he's rougher prepping swiss than he'd normally be, already eager to try and get him to 'break'. spitting on his fingers, vulgar. calling him names and crooking his fingers to hear that sweet hitch of breath. but it doesn't come.

it doesn't come, not even when aeon presses into swiss' ass, one thrust straight down to the balls that makes the quint ghoul nearly shout.

hells, fucking take it, he growls. in that way he knows swiss likes, all gruff but somehow pitched and whiny. on the end of too-needy versus dominant and commanding. but still, nothing. just a smirk from his multi as he keeps thrusting in and digging his claws into the meat of his thighs.

c'mon, baby, you can do better than that, swiss lilts. thought you wanted to fuck me.

the frustrated groan aeon gives him is only music to his ears. nothing's better than getting him worked up to the point of tears, his skinny hips pistoning as hard as they'll go, sweat falling from his brow onto swiss' barely heaving chest.

please, swiss, he pants. c'mon, fucking show me you want it; please, know you do.

why, you wanna cum? just cum if you want it so bad, 'm not stopping you.

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i think my soul needs to see both Swiss and Aurora surprised when he makes her squirt for the first time

like. we ALL know Swiss' is World's Greatest Pussy Eater, cause he gets off on it himself and honestly mostly eats for his own pleasure, humping the mattress and getting lost in the sauce

but i dont think Aurora even knows what squirting is the first time Swiss pulls it out of her, all she knows is it feels so fucking good and Swiss gave her the lewdest, most wrecked moan shes heard from any of the ghouls so it has to be something incredible

and then Swiss is grinning from ear to ear, a mischievous, devilish look in his eyes as he tells her he wont stop until she does it again

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miasma what r ur swiss tummy thoughts 🎤

syringe how DARE u make me consider the swummy when i have SO MANY KINKTOBER PROMPTS LEFT >:(

sigh.

anyway. i think swiss gains a little weight between tours and as such two ghouls in particular are even more obsessed with him than usual.

(contains: body worship, marking, tit sucking, some light scent kink, sloppy kissing, drool, teasing, and swiss being the desperate one for a change. at least a little)

His rusty purr echoes off his bedroom walls, his fingers drag through two heads of soft hair, and Swiss thinks this is as close to bliss as a guy can get.

Aeon had slithered up to Swiss' side right after lunch and hooked their elbows together, wrangling him back to the dorms with warm lips pressed to Swiss' ear. He hadn't complained; there were a few empty hours to spare until evening practice, he could allow their new addition to distract him for a bit.

Finding Dew waiting for them in the center of his bed, joint already lit, had been a surprise of the loveliest variety.

Swiss doesn't know how long it's been since they finished it off, but it's been long enough for Dew and Aeon to get wonderfully handsy. They'd fallen back against the headboard on Dew's last exhale, the little ghoul pinned to Swiss' right side and Aeon attached to his left. Heavy arms slung around their shoulders while Dew nuzzled his chest and Aeon shoved his nose into Swiss' throat.

This isn't the first time they've captured him like this over the past couple of weeks, and Swiss is sure it won't be the last. There are still nine days until the next tour picks up, and at this point it's harder to keep them off of him than on him.

It always starts with them touching over his shirt, long fingers dimpling the places where the fabric has gone taut. Drawn tighter after months of indulging in food, drink, and abject laziness when permitted. It happens to all of them, a few pounds added when they aren't able to sweating it off on stage. Even Dew has the most delightful little belly roll and love handles now, along with a bit more touchable puffiness in his chest. It'll all burn off once things pick up again, so none of the ghouls find themselves bothered when they all go a little soft(er) around the edges.

Least of all Swiss. He owns the tightest shirts for a reason.

Not that his shirts last very long when they do this. This afternoon was no different, Swiss' tee tossed to the floor the moment Aeon started to drool onto it. Their hands were on him immediately then; Dew grabbed a handful of his now-softer chest while he buried his face in Swiss' armpit, and Aeon had been quick to to sink his fingers into his stomach while he latched on to Swiss' collarbone. Both of then making the happiest little trilling sounds at the feel of his pudge giving beneath their skilled hands, sounds that made Swiss feel just a little higher.

Now, a truly unknown amount of time later, they've both migrated south. Dew's still pressed close, a skinny leg wrapped around Swiss' knee. He can feel the little ghoul's warmth through both of their pants, and there's sure to be a wet spot in Dew's jeans whenever he chooses to shred them. Dew's mouth is warmer, though, busy sucking the latest of many marks just below his navel. They overlap with the last round of still-healing bruises spotting Swiss' torso, a purpled mosaic of adoration.

Swiss sighs, rakes his claws over the little ghoul's scalp, and Dew looks up at him with the glassiest eyes. His lips swollen, flushed from so long spent worshipping every inch of Swiss he could reach. Spit slick as Swiss' own skin.

"Your eyes are red," he purrs, grinning with barely-open eyes. He cups Dew's cheek, no longer quite so hollow, and drags his thumb over his lower lip. "Almost as red as this pretty mouth."

Those lovely lips curl into the laziest smile when Swiss slips his thumb between them. The little ghoul gives it a lazy suck that has Swiss groaning, throbbing in his too-tight jeans. A pulse so intense that he's sure Aeon must feel it too, and the little whimper that floats up from his chest only confirms his suspicions.

Aeon's been straddling his other leg for a while now, making an absolute mess of his bare chest. Mouthing at his tits wet and sloppy, saliva catching in his thatch of chest hair with every pass of his tongue. Aeon's paid special attention to his nipples too, of course. Gotten them all puffed up and so dark with sharp but gentle teeth. He has one hand stuck up Dew's shirt, the other firmly planted on the side of Swiss' belly that Dew can't quite reach. Kneading away with abandon and entirely lost in his own little world.

Swiss drags his claws down the curved length of Aeon's spine, and the sound he makes has Swiss' eyelids drooping even further.

The other ghoul's lithe body is bent in a way that has his thigh slotted right up against Swiss' bulge. Not with enough pressure for him to get anything out of it, but it means they're close enough that Swiss can feel Aeon twitch against his hip too. Aeon gasps against his skin when Swiss grabs a handful of his ass, but flat out growls when he encourages Aeon to rut against him. Swiss chuckles, raises an eyebrow.

"Wazzat for, kitten?" He's can't keep the humor from his voice, impossible when Aeon sounds about as threatening as your average bowl of oatmeal. "Y'think I can look and not wanna touch?"

Swiss flexes his thigh, pushes it up into Aeon's obvious arousal, and earns a much more appropriate whine for his trouble. Aeon looks up at him, mouth hanging open, cheeks darkened and eyes barely focused. There's a string of saliva connecting his plush power lip with Swiss' nipple, and Swiss would break it with his tongue if he could reach.

"Didn't say that," Aeon slurs, pushing himself upright and pulling his hand from Dew's warm little tummy. The smaller ghoul makes a displeased sound around Swiss' thumb, but it's quashed quickly when Aeon scratches at the space between his horns. "Jus' not in a rush, is all. You're not gonna squishy forever. Wanna enjoy it."

Swiss tips his head and watches him for a long moment. Watches Aeon stretch both arms over his head, exposing a delicious stripe of his own flat stomach. He and Aurora haven't been around long enough to be affected by The Gluttony, but Swiss knows it'll happen soon enough. A few months touring and they'll come back with all sorts of new, voracious appetites in dire need of sating.

Swiss can't fucking wait.

He hisses when fangs sink into his thumb, pulling it from Dew's mouth with a soft pop. He frowns down at the little ghoul, but can't keep up the scowl for long. Not when Dew's scooting down to nose at his happy trail.

"You went away," he admonishes, kissing the button of Swiss' jeans. Chin hovering over straining denim. Dew's heavy eyes flash with something playful. "Jus' 'cause we're takin' our time," he murmurs, grinding slow against Swiss' leg, "doesn't mean you get t' think about other shit."

Swiss huffs through his nose, but offers a slightly sheepish smile. He reaches down, traces the shell of Dew's pointed ear with one fingers. The little ghoul chirrups, leans into the touch, and Swiss' other hand lands on Aeon's thigh. Strokes lean muscle, wishing it was skin beneath his palm. But hey, if they're in no rush then neither is he.

"Sorry Sparky, jus' got distracted for a second," he says with a wink. "'M all yours, I promise."

A bony hand sinks into his curls, and Swiss finds his gaze being redirected. Finds Aeon looking down at him with his head tilted, black and white waves falling over his forehead. There's something fascinating in his swirling lavender eyes, something Swiss knows he should recognize, but can't quite place. Something so similar to the brazen need in Dew's eyes, yet entirely different.

"Ours," Aeon corrects, voice firm. "You're ours."

Oh, that's what it is.

Possession.

Swiss' tongue feels suddenly too thick, too cumbersome. Impossible to form an intelligent response when his mouth is so dry. When had it gotten so dry? He has no idea. Still, he tries. Manages to make a dull gurgling sound while he soaks a stain into his boxers. Fuck he's so hard.

Then, just as quickly as it appeared, the darkness in Aeon's eyes vanishes. He's loose once more, hazy, rolling his hips just enough for Swiss to feel the swollen ridge of his cock against his thigh. Then he's leaning down, and Swiss finds himself being kissed with the sort of slowness usually reserved for third dates and drive-in movies. Deep and with what most would consider too much tongue, but they both know that's just how Swiss likes it.

Warm hands squeeze his stomach, and Swiss manages to crack one eye open. Angles his head so he can peer down at Dew. Swiss smiles into the kiss at the sight of him, wide-eyed with his lips caught between his fangs. Groping his stomach like it's his job and not so subtly humping Swiss' leg while he devours the sight before him. A delicious sight, one made all the better when he sees Dew's hand creep up his thigh. Over his hip.

Swiss groans deep and pained when Dew finally, blessedly, cups the dull ache between his legs. Molds his fingers to the obvious swell of Swiss' cock and gives it a nice little rub. It's hardly anything, but it sends his head spinning anyway.

Or maybe that's Aeon stealing the air from his lungs. Hard to say.

Either way, Swiss is beyond dizzy when Aeon chooses to relent. Gulps for breath, licks his lips to drink down every sweet drop of saliva coating them. Aeon huffs out a soft laugh, rubbing their noses together and bumping horns.

Aeon licks a stripe up his cheek, Swiss moans, and Dew purrs when his cock kicks hard.

"Gonna let us play again now?"

Swiss is pretty sure he'd give up nuclear launch codes if it meant they would keep touching him like this. The fervent nod he offers Aeon only supports that.

"S'much as you want, baby," he sighs, hands roving restlessly over Aeon's shirt. Swiss' eyewhen Dew pops his button and starts to tug down his zipper. "Fuck, much as you both want."

Aeon kisses his temple, hums against thin skin, and then he's slinking his way down Swiss' body. Dragging his hands from Swiss' broad shoulders, over his pecs, down his tummy. Poking and prodding at his softest spots with the worst kind of smile on his face. He joins Dew in short order, bumps their horns together, and then they're kissing each other all slow and gross and unholy fuck does Swiss ache.

Aeon's hand joins Dew's at his zipper, both of their free hands occupied with massaging his stomach. Dew's the one to reach into his boxers once the last tooth separates, and Swiss doesn't even try to hide his groan of relief when the little ghoul pulls him out at last.

"Fuuuuuuck," he breathes, pure relief and red-hot tension threaded into the word in equal measure. It feels like he could cum in half a second, and yet somehow like his orgasm is a million miles away at the same time. A confusing ball of tangled need stuck low in his pelvis.

Then Aeon reaches in to cup his balls, and Swiss sees pretty purple spots.

"Heavy," Aeon coos, palming his sack and breaking the kiss just to flash Swiss a little fang. Dew takes it upon himself to nuzzle the base of his cock, to breathe in deep, and Swiss swears he feels the little ghoul get even wetter.

"Full," he rumbles, reaching out to rest a hand on the backs of each of their necks. Just to hold, a little something to keep him grounded. "Gonna empty 'em for me?"

Both ghouls snicker - never a good sign - and Dew lets his cock slide from his loose grip. Lets it fall against Swiss' pudge with a slap that's much louder than it should be, all things considered. Swiss shivers when he watches it spit fluid into his belly hair, and shudders when the pair of them dip down to lick up every drop. His dick jumps, hits Dew's cheek, and Aeon licks that spot up too.

Then they're kissing again, swapping spit that must carry the salty tang of his pre, and Swiss can only think of one thing.

"Will you...kiss it?" He swallows hard, warmth blooming through his pelvis when they part. When they gaze at him with lazy deviance. "Together?"

The noisy purrs Swiss gets in response make his toes curl.

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wip wednesday is upon us once more, so says @belle--ofthebrawl. here's a little bit of aeon's summoning story, which is sitting unfinished at like 7k right now 👍

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Ngl I've been going a bit feral since that photoshoot in the latex trench coat so I had to draw him in some more outfits.

I did feel like I was cheating on my wife the entire time I was drawing this though, gotta make up for it with more Copia doodles- ghesties does he suit leather or latex better? That one unused cassock makes me think leather

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