#aeon x dew

[miasmaghoul]

Kinktober Day 2 - Quintosis Control

Pull Me Under

Thank you to @kroas-adtam for curating these prompts!

Rating: E

Pairing: Aeon/Dew (but also technically Aether/Dew)

Word Count: 2.3k

Contains: quintosis (obviously), oral, fingering, anal, prone bone, phone sex, Dew getting fucked in literally every possible way

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Aeon stares at the ghoul knelt between his legs with a raised eyebrow. Dew tilts his head, palming Aeon through his jeans with a placid smile on his face. His expression remains guarded though, and Aeon supposes that makes sense.

After all, this isn’t the most…common of requests. 

“So,” Dew murmurs, fiddling with Aeon’s zipper, “think you can do it?”

Aeon hums while the smaller ghoul drags the closure down, reaching out to twirl a loose lock of ashy blonde hair hanging from Dew’s bun. It’s softer, somehow, when they’re stuck in glamour like this. Only their unearthly eyes give away their true nature, and Dew’s copper ones burn up at him like miniature suns. Warm fingers wriggle into his jeans, pet at his slowly growing chubby, and Aeon spreads his knees just a little wider.

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Aeon stares at the ghoul knelt between his legs with a raised eyebrow. Dew tilts his head, palming Aeon through his jeans with a placid smile on his face. His expression remains guarded though, and Aeon supposes that makes sense.

After all, this isn’t the most…common of requests. 

“So,” Dew murmurs, fiddling with Aeon’s zipper, “think you can do it?”

Aeon hums while the smaller ghoul drags the closure down, reaching out to fiddle with a loose lock of ashy blonde hair hanging from Dew’s bun. It’s softer, somehow, when they’re stuck in glamour like this. Only their unearthly eyes give away their true nature, and Dew’s copper ones burn up at him like miniature suns. Warm fingers wriggle into his jeans, pet at his slowly growing chubby, and Aeon spreads his knees just a little wider.

“Don’t see why not,” he replies, cheeks dimpling under a playful smile. “If it’s something you really want.” Aeon groans when Dew pulls him from the confines of his pants, sighs when Dew wraps bony fingers around him. 

“It is,” the other ghoul assures him, leaning in to swipe his tongue over Aeon’s tip just enough to make him grunt. “Wanted to ask for a while, actually.”

Dew’s giving him slow strokes now, languid drags of a loose fist. Aeon knows he’s going to be dripping in no time. He pulls the tie in Dew’s hair, tosses it away in favor of threading his hand into those impossibly soft strands. Dew’s eyes droop just right whenever he does this, and Aeon watches a little bit of the apprehension on his handsome face melt away. His other hand fists itself in the comforter of the hotel bed he’d fallen onto for all of ten seconds before Dew had wrestled him to the end of it. 

Not that Aeon’s complaining, mind. Having any part of Dew on his cock is always an occasion worth celebrating.

“Why haven’t you, then?”

Dew shrugs, that one little crease forming between his eyebrows. The one he wears when he’s focused on a solo, or when Cirrus asks him to do mental math. Aeon thumbs over the spot where one of his horns should be, and Dew’s shoulders slump a hair.

“Thought it might be weird.” Well, he’s not wrong about that. “Thought it might, y’know,” the little ghoul makes a vague gesture, focused only on the way his hand glides over Aeon’s cock. “Thought it might be too much.”

If Aeon’s fangs were out, he’d be smiling with every single one.

“Good thing I’m a fan of ‘too much’, ” he croons, giving Dew’s hair a tug. Hard enough to make his hand stutter and his eyes pinch shut. “And I know you are too -”

Aeon leans down, slow and with purpose. Invades the space Dew has made for himself and earns a surprised blink for it. Aeon sighs while he nuzzles their cheeks together, hearing Dew’s breath catch, basking in the warmth of his skin. He presses a kiss to the other ghoul’s ear, and it carries the smallest of sparks.

“- firefly.”

The word drips in magick, and Aeon can tell by the shocked sound Dew makes that he doesn’t hear it entirely in his voice. He can feel his power sink into Dew’s skin, feels the rush of static that flows beneath his scalp and through the callused fingers curled around him. A pulse of something unnaturally cool that has Dew shuddering. Aeon pulls back to find Dew looking suddenly much looser. Shoulders rounded, eyes wrinkled at the corners and glassy, his smile something more than skin-deep. The very specific visage of someone in the beginnings of quintessence-fueled bliss. 

“That feel good? Looks like it does,” Aeon lilts, the hand buried in the blanket coming up to cup the little ghoul’s cheek. “But you’ll need more than that for what you’re asking, y’know.”

Dew makes an affirmative sound, not quite a word but close enough. His hand starts moving again and Aeon feels the muscles in his stomach jump - Dew’s hands always have that effect on him. He takes a deep breath through his nose, scratching at Dew’s scalp while the first wave of his magick settles into the folds of his mind. Aeon groans with the casual way the other ghoul takes his tip between his lips, hot tongue sliding over sensitive flesh. Aeon gives his hair the suggestion of a stern pull, and delights in the way Dew just…takes it. Takes more of him into that silken mouth, enough so the blunt head of Aeon’s cock pokes his hollowed cheek. Makes a lovely bump that Aeon can’t help but run his thumb over.

“Ready for more?” 

He probably shouldn’t be so breathless already, but Dew’s mouth does have that effect on…well, everybody. The little ghoul pulls off with a wet pop, smears the tip over his own lips to leave them wet and shiny. A decidedly slutty move that makes Aeon’s balls ache.

“Yeah, I think you are,” he huffs, cheeks warm. Aeon runs a hand through his own hair with a chuckle. “Wanna call now? Or after I get my fingers in you?”

Dew makes a strangled sound, scrambles for his phone, and as his dick is left to bob freely in the air Aeon has his answer. 

He chuckles softly, stretches his arms over his head while Dew fumbles through his contacts. Rolls his eyes when the other ghoul drops the phone in his eagerness. Aeon stands, busies himself with gathering lube and arranging pillows, but keeps an eye on Dew through it all. He raises the phone to his ear just as Aeon’s shrugging out of his t-shirt. He hears it ring while he shucks his belt, and Aeon pauses with his jeans around his thighs when his sharp ears pick up a click. A deep, familiar voice follows it, Dew presses a flat palm to his crotch, and a thrill runs up Aeon’s spine when the little ghoul says,

“Hey, Aeth. Got a proposition for you.”

Things move quickly after that. Aether had been immediately, enthusiastically on board with Dew’s idea, faster than Aeon had expected. Something that told him the other two had definitely discussed this before. In no time Aeon had Dew over his lap, sitting up against the headboard with the little ghoul drooling into the sheets with each press of Aeon’s fingers. 

Fingers that, at least for Dew, feel like someone else’s entirely.

“Aether,” he slurs, sounding more fucked up that Aeon think he’s ever heard him, “Aeth, please -”

The word blurs into a moan when Aeon crooks his fingers just so, knuckles rubbing against Dew’s prostate. Aeon feels a blurt of pre leak out onto his thigh and heaves a happy sigh when Dew clamps down around him. He keeps quiet as he can, though. He isn’t the one Dewdrop needs to hear right now.

“That feel good, baby?” Aether’s smooth voice rings tinny through the phone’s speaker, but only to Aeon. For Dew, he’s sure the words flow directly into his veins. “You love my fingers, don’t you?”

Aeon twists his digits the exact way he knows Aether would - one benefit of his unparalleled sense memory - and fills the little ghoul’s mind with the burn of a much more intense stretch. One that has Dew crying out, fingers curling into rumpled sheets and his little hole clenching hard. Aeon only has two fingers inside, but with the way Dew’s writhing you’d think he was taking all five.

Ah, the power of suggestion.

“So good,” Dew mumbles, strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He’s flushed crimson straight down his throat; Aeon can’t believe how fucked out he looks already, but he imagines the magick isn’t exactly helping in that regard. “‘S so much, Aeth, so big -”

“I know, firefly,” Aether trills, gentle, “but you take them so well for me. In fact, I think you deserve another one.”

Aeon takes the hint, pulling back to the first knuckle and running a third fingertip over Dew’s taut rim. The little ghoul makes the most wonderful gagging sound, one that’s only amplified when Aeon slides back inside with three elegant fingers. Dew howls once they’re fully in, fists white-knuckled in the bedsheets. Aeon’s other hand rubs soothing circles into his lower back, just like Aether would, and Aeon makes sure that hand feels heavier too.

It’s a delicate process, manipulating Dew’s mind and body at once. Sending tendrils of quintessence into the recesses of his mind and pulling on wispy threads of memory. The specific timbre of Aether’s voice, the weight of his touch, the warmth of his breath, the scent of his sweat. Immersing the little ghoul into a haze that erases Aeon’s presence entirely. It may be his touch Dew’s feeling, but right now his whole world is Aether and if Dew keeps making these noises then Aeon certainly won’t complain. His own pleasure will be playing second fiddle tonight anyway.

Aeon taps at his prostate and Dew’s leg spasms.

“Aeth - Aether please ,” Dew whimpers, gasping between the words. “'S been so long. Need… need you, please -”

Aeon doesn’t think he’s ever heard Dewdrop sound so desperate. It’s beautiful .

“You’ve got me, sweet boy,” Aether assures. “Can’t you feel me?”

Aeon swirls his fingers, slides his palm up the length of Dew’s spine, and the little ghoul goes boneless in his lap with a noise that speaks to how far gone he is. Aeon’s drunk on the feel of him, the sound, the sight of his lovely face scrunched up in agonizing pleasure. His own erection has long since flagged, but the pressure low in his belly hasn’t dissipated in the slightest. 

“Need…more,” Dew pants, pawing at the bed and mindlessly grinding his hot little stiffy into Aeon’s thigh. “Need…Aeth, fuck me. ”

Dew pleads it like his life is ending and Aeon’s head thuds against the headboard with the effort of remaining silent. Aether must hear the thunk , judging by the amusement coloring his next words.

“Of course, droplet,” he hums, and if he listens close Aeon can just make out the slippery sound of Aether tugging at himself. “Whatever you want.”

Aeon moves the slight body in his lap with mild difficulty - he’s not all that much bigger than Dew when they’re glamoured like this, and the little ghoul is entirely too gangly for his own good. Aether orchestrates his movements, tells Dew he’s going to take him on his belly, the way they do when he really needs to feel Aether. Gets Dew face down with a pillow snuggled under his narrow hips, legs spread just enough for Aeon to admire his pretty pink hole while he gets a hand on himself. He’s hard as diamond again in seconds, impossible not to be with Dew like this.

“Are you ready for me, firefly?” 

The little ghoul gurgles out an uh huh at Aether’s words, and Aeon takes that as his cue to get in position. His heart hammers away while he does, fingers jittery as he straddles Dew’s thighs. Plants his hands on either side of his chest. Leans down to kiss the place between Dew’s shoulder blades. Aeon reaches back to line himself up, prods at Dew’s puffy entrance with his own wet tip, and the way it slips over that wrinkled skin makes Aeon’s eyes roll back.

“I’m gonna put it in now, alright?”

“Yes,” Dew sobs on an exhale, sweat prickling up along the length of his spine. “Fuck, yes .”

Aeon holds his breath, every inch of him thrumming, and then he’s sinking in with a slowness he’s never employed. But it’s necessary with the way he floods Dew’s magick-addled mind with the glorious stretch Aether’s fat cock instead. He can hear Aether talking somewhere distant, but the only thing Aeon can focus on are the stunning cries pouring from Dew’s lips. Aeon has to work to keep his own shut, nails biting into his palms with every rock of his hips.

“Deep breaths, love,” Aether rumbles through the din of pleasure, his tone making even Aeon’s stomach twist. “I know you can take it.” 

Dew wails, and Aeon can’t hold in the groan that bubbles up when he finally bottoms out. Dew’s walls are like searing hot velvet around him, so slick that Aeon can feel it leaking out around his cock. The little ghoul flutters ceaselessly around him, and it’s nothing short of maddening.

“There we go, well done.” Aether coos down the line, soothing. Calming. Aeon brings a shaky hand to Dew’s head, strokes his hair. Plays out the intent so plainly coloring Aether’s words. “Are you ready for the rest of me, baby?”

Dew nods frantically against the sheets, and Aeon focuses. Lowers his own wiry frame down onto the little ghoul’s sweaty back while Aether reminds him again to breathe. Dew needs it - every bit of himself that Aeon settles against Dew’s body seems to knock the air from him in punched-out huffs. Aeon shouldn’t be so surprised, not when he knows that Dew’s feeling a much, much heavier weight.

“Oh, Dew,” Aether sighs, the sound of his strokes much more obvious now, “ you feel fucking amazing.” 

Aeon’s inclined to agree, relaxing his full weight onto the little ghoul below and giving the sublest roll of his hips. Just enough to make Dew yelp. He buries his nose in silky hair and breathes deep, warm spice and tobacco, hands traveling up his sides. Grazing Dew’s straining ribs, caressing his shoulders, mapping soft skin. The hair on Dew’s arms tickles his palms, the veins on the back of his hands so pronounced beneath his fingertips.

“Aeth,” Dew whimpers, patting at the bed, blindly searching. “Aeth, where -”

Aeon laces his fingers with Dew’s then, and the little ghoul wastes no time in holding his hand right back.   

“I’ve got you, baby boy,” Aether promises, husky with lust Aeon swears he can feel through the phone. “Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you.”

His cock throbs, Dew moans so loud it rattles his chest, and Aeon makes a mental note to ask Aether about that little exchange later.

Much later.

[riconas]

@myghemicalghostmance @media-noche

happy to announce the hotel room only had one bed.

sequel to this ficlet

It’s late when they get to the hotel. The only rule Papa tells them to abide by, albeit with very tired eyes and the air of a man who has seen too much for his time, is “don’t break anything.” Everybody looks very pointedly at Dewdrop as he says so. Aeon wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans. 

He’s assigned a room with Rain, but knowing his packmates, on-paper roommates never really stay as they are. The moment keycards are distributed, he sees them swapping hands. He trails behind Rain all the way to the lift, while Dew and Aurora race to press the button first. 

“Swap with me,” Swiss says to him in an aside, holding his keycard between his index and middle finger. “I’m with Dew.” 

Aeon looks up at him gratefully. “You don’t mind rooming with Rain?” 

“I’d love to room with Rain,” Swiss purrs. “Rainy, come here.” 

Rain turns around. “What do you want?”

Swiss curls a hand around the back of his neck, pulls him closer, and puts his mouth right next to Rain’s ear to whisper something. Rain’s eyes go wide as he lets Swiss push him into a corner of the lift. Aeon strains his ears to listen, but he only catches tonight, can’t walk, and everyone knows. 

The tips of Rain’s ears go a deep maroon. Swiss smiles, and gives his neck an affectionate squeeze. 

“Here,” Swiss says cheerfully, placing his card in Aeon’s hand and nimbly plucking Aeon’s away. “Thanks, darling. I owe you one.”

The room is at the very end of the corridor, right before the suite Papa thankfully isn’t staying in. Aeon’s hands shake far too much when he taps his card. He wipes his palms on his jeans again, before pushing the door open and shouldering his way through with his duffel bag. 

Dew’s waiting for him already, splayed out on the queen-sized bed, shoes and leather jacket haphazardly strewn aside. He perks up upon hearing the door open. “Aeon? Hey! Leave your stuff. Check this out—this bed is so soft, come here.” 

Aeon kicks his shoes off, drapes his jacket over the back of a chair, and plods over to where Dew’s making snow angels on the bedspread. They showered at the venue, so they’re somewhat clean, and he can’t resist—he plonks down beside Dew, marvelling at the downiness of the duvet, rolling onto his side to grin stupidly at Dew’s pretty face. 

Papa is spoiling them. 

“Thanks for coming,” Dew says sweetly, his palm pressed to Aeon’s cheek. “I hope you haven’t forgotten. Swiss took a lot of convincing, you know.” 

Aeon rolls his eyes. Swiss is only next door, probably about to pound Rain into tomorrow and the day after. “Really? He seemed pretty happy to swap. For Rain, I mean. So he could be with Rain. Not because he didn’t want to room with you. Or anything.”

He’s babbling. He shuts his mouth, embarrassed, but Dew just laughs.

“‘Course he was! It’s ‘cause Rainy doesn’t fight like I do. He just lies there and takes it.” He smiles dreamily, holding out his arms. “Cuddle?”

Aeon slots himself against Dew’s chest and wraps himself around Dew’s twig-like body, octopus style. It’s cold outside, and it was freezing when they’d performed, but Dew’s like a furnace, a life-sized heating pad. He presses himself as close as he can, chest-to-chest, hip-to-hip, nestling his head in the junction of Dew’s neck and shoulder. 

“Kiss me there,” Dew breathes, petting over Aeon’s hair, so Aeon presses his lips to Dew’s blistering pulse, laying a trail of kisses all along the line of his throat. Dew sighs happily, wrapping his legs around Aeon’s hips, tilting his head back to expose more of his lovely skin. “That’s so nice,” he says, as he threads his fingers into Aeon’s hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. “That’s so nice, keep doing that.” 

Emboldened, Aeon scrapes his teeth over Dew’s collarbone, leaving the tiniest nick in his wake. He isn’t sure if he’s allowed to do that, but Dew doesn’t seem to mind, not with the way he gasps and arches and ruts sharply against Aeon’s crotch. He’s hardening up, cock pressing through his jeans. Aeon’s no better off. 

They go at it like that for a while, grinding and humping and breathing into each other's mouths, until Aeon whines so plaintively Dew stops in his tracks, pressing a finger against Aeon’s lips. Aeon wiggles in protest. 

“Go to my bag,” Dew says softly. “Second pocket. Bottle of lube. And take your clothes off.” 

Aeon scrambles to comply. He hears the delighted chime of Dew’s laughter behind him, the ruffling noises of Dew shucking his t-shirt and pulling down his jeans. He didn’t think to prep himself before tonight, too caught up in Rain to bother getting ready. He wonders if Dew will be gentle, or if he’ll try to outdo Rain, or they’ll have to pay a fine for noise complaints. 

“Better hurry,” Dew calls. “I can hear Swiss and Rain next door. They’re getting pretty noisy already.” He catches the bottle Aeon throws at him, pops the cap, and drizzles a good amount onto his cock. “Come here. I wanna finger you.” 

Dew is vicious, Aeon realises. And stronger than he looks. He bites his knuckles and pulls his knees up to his chest as Dew scissors him open, watching him with a cocky smirk on his face, stripping him bare. It’s considerate, and efficient, but Aeon doesn’t want to wait any longer. 

“Can I touch myself?” he asks shyly. 

“No need to ask,” Dew replies, casual as anything, sliding his fingers out to circle Aeon’s rim before pressing back in with three. “I’m nicer than Rain.” 

Aeon grabs his cock, squeezes the shaft, cups his heavy balls in the palm of his hand. If he really listens, really concentrates, he can just about hear Rain’s heavy breathing through the walls, the muted slap of skin on skin. It spurs him on, gets him worked up. Gets him desperate. 

Dew pushes in without warning, holding his legs up and to the sides, and Aeon yelps in surprise. When he turns his head a little, he can see his feet beside his shoulders, flexed and tensed, toes curling reflexively. He rubs at his own nipples, pressing himself into the mattress as Dew sinks all the way down to the hilt and tucks his face beside Aeon’s to blow a hot puff of air right against the shell of his ear.

“You hear that?” he huffs, knocking Aeon’s hand away, pinching Aeon’s nipple and rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger. “I think I hear Rain crying. Whining like a little bitch.”

Aeon whines too, scrabbling at Dew’s back. Dew isn’t moving, just keeping Aeon stuffed and still, and he’s heavier than he looks so Aeon can’t really move either. With Dew lying on him like a very uncomfortable weighted blanket, Aeon is helpless, and it’s driving him crazy. He worries Dew might just stay like that forever, might make Aeon cockwarm him until he goes soft. Desperately, he kicks his heels into Dew’s bony ass, and Dew scolds him by knocking a palm into his windpipe. 

Dew is most certainly not nicer than Rain.

“He isn’t crying,” Aeon pants, once he’s stopped coughing. “He’s tougher than that.”

“‘Kay,” Dew says flippantly. Then he’s pulling out and Aeon’s eyes go wide before he pushes in again, all at once, with a slap that makes Aeon flinch. He does it again, squeezing Aeon’s throat for leverage, gripping his hip until it hurts and Aeon has to jerk away. 

Satanas, Dew’s just as nasty as Rain. The cuddles were all a ploy to get him all soft and subservient, to knock his defences down, and he’s so gullible that it actually worked. He reaches to touch Dew’s stomach, tracing lightly over the lean contours of his abs, dragging his fingers up to tug at the rings through Dew’s nipples. He really likes them, likes how they make the buds all puffy if he tugs hard enough. 

(He’s heard there’s a ghoul at the abbey who knows his way around a needle and a taper. One of the older fire ghouls, if he remembers right. He makes a mental note to seek them out when he gets back.)

“Love your hole,” Dew breathes. “So tight. Squeezes my dick real good.” He rubs a palm over Aeon’s lower stomach, feeling for the shape of himself inside, and Aeon stares in wonder. Dew could have used more lube, he thinks, but he finds he doesn’t really mind the burn, doesn’t really mind the smudge of hurt.  

“You like using it?” Aeon asks daringly, squeezing around Dew's dick.

“Fuckin’ love using it,” Dew groans. “Perfect little cunt.”

Aeon closes his eyes. He doesn’t need to think about how hard that word made his dick kick. 

“Harder,” he says, touching Dew’s wrist. “I want it rough. Like Rain did today, in the dressing room.”

Hearing Rain’s name must snap something in Dew. Maybe it’s his competitive streak, or his possessive tendencies, but his voice loses its soft edge after that, turning sharp and ragged, like the edge of a broken rock. 

“Like Rain?” he snarls, grabbing Aeon’s throat and squeezing tight.

“Uh-huh,” Aeon replies, nodding as best he can. 

Dew snaps his hips hard, fucking him with brutal punches that have Aeon’s head spinning. “I’m fucking you and you’re thinking of Rain?” He spits Rain’s name like it’s a dirty word, a bad taste in his mouth. “Why don’t you go next door, then, if you want Rain so bad? Bet he’d love to use your dirty hole. Maybe Swiss will join in, fuck your throat while he’s at it.” 

Aeon wants to tell Dew to keep it down, that he’s being too loud, that the hotel is way too nice for this and they’re going to get funny looks at breakfast tomorrow, but between the cruel jab of Dew’s cock and the growing ache in his gut, he loses the words before they get past his tongue. He presses his face into the pillow and twists his fingers into the sheets, trying not to look too smug, lest Dew discover this is what he wanted all along. 

“You’re better,” he says instead, cock-drunk and stupid. “You make me feel better than he did.”

Dew laughs out loud. “Then you’d better make me cum. Treat me better than you treated Rain, alright? You hear me?”

Aeon hears him, loud and clear. He clenches as hard as he can, revelling in the sting of Dew’s shaft catching on his rim and the stilted gasp Dew lets out. His own cock is hard against his stomach—he’d gotten no relief after Rain used him earlier, and it’s catching up with him now. He spits on his hand and grabs his dick, thumbing underneath the slit, polishing the head with his palm. He’s waited so long. 

Dew shifts, and the change in angle puts his cock right up against Aeon’s prostate, neglected until now. Aeon grits his teeth to stifle his moan, gripping the sheets so hard he fears he may rip them. 

“You’re mine,” Dew snarls, pistoning his hips like a fucking machine, so hard Aeon nearly bounces off the mattress with each thrust. “You don’t think about anyone else when I’m fucking you, you understand?”

“Yes,” Aeon says, his voice cracking.

Dew slaps him. “Yes who?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Aeon gasps. 

Over in the next room, Rain wails. 

[st-danger]

Saint my dear, dear friend - would you please bless us all with the tale of the first time Aeon pops his knot? I'm sure it's quite the experience...

Dew feels it between huffs of breath, the beginnings of it. The telltale little bump, ever more present. He debates saying something but with his legs on Aeon's shoulders, his chest has very little room to spare oxygen for words right now. Does he know? He's not sure he does, not sure he's experienced it yet, and frankly, the flattery that comes with being the one to trigger it, that he's the reason Aeon's not going to be able to control it, hold it back... he'll be preening about that for a long while. A point of pride that he'll try to keep to himself, but will mention in passing to the others. To brag. To gloat. He can't help it. Aeon hits something just right and Dew moans. Above him, Aeon echoes, hips slowing.

"Something feels funny," he breathes and Dew has to close his eyes at the confusion threading his voice, the wave of arousal it washes him with. He clenches around him involuntarily. Aeon's about to learn something about himself and Dew is going to be the one to witness that little loss of innocence. "Dew, hang on," Aeon mumbles, "something feels different."

"Does it really," Dew says, barely biting back the glee as he stares up at Aeon's perplexed, flushed face. "Go on and show me. Pull it out."

He lets his legs drop and sighs as Aeon slides out, leaning back on his legs, hands resting on his thighs. His cock, red and wet and standing up so straight with how hard he is, on full display like this. Dew pushes himself up to sitting and takes in Aeon's expression as he looks down at it.

Sees the little swell that's starting to form at the base.

"Um," Aeon says, "that's new." Dew reaches out and brushes his fingertips down the length, which throbs in response, makes Aeon sigh.

"Is it?" Dew asks lightly, as if he doesn't know, continuing to pet it to watch it wag around. His balls are already drawn up small and tight, and Dew is going to lose his mind when he gets it inside himself, he knows. They both have a really good cum in their near future, and his balls are already aching for it.

"Why's it...big?"

"It's gonna get bigger," Dew says, and wraps his hand around it to give it a nice firm squeeze, and the noise it tears from Aeon, the way his stomach clenches- Dew comes close to putting his fang through his lip with how hard he bites it.

"Shit," Aeon gasps, hips stuttering up as his hands plant behind him, holding him upright. Dew repeats it, starts working him there and Aeon makes another beautifully stupid sound. "What-"

"Called a knot," Dew says, light and pleasant. He presses his other hand into his lap, holds himself because there's no way he cannot right now. "You'll learn to control it, eventually."

"What," Aeon repeats, and it's swelling up nicely in his hand now, as he focuses on pleasuring it.

"Swells up, you pop it inside," Dew explains, "it gets a little bigger."

"Why?" Aeon grits out, thrusting up mindlessly, thighs working. Dew lets him go, and it bounces around. He settles back, pulls his knees up, and gives Aeon a perfect view of his hole.

"Not doing twenty questions," he says. "Promise you're in for a treat."

How Aeon scrambles to fit himself back inside. How he looms over and shoves himself back in with little grace now that the pudgy bump at the base is larger, more sensitive. Needy, deliciously desperate in a virginal sort of way. Dew holds his own knees and drifts, perfectly content to let him hump away while he enjoys the threat that comes with every bump against his rim, the way Aeon instinctively presses harder against him, and for a a touch longer each time. Pulls at his cock in time with the rolls of Aeon's hips and can't believe his luck, feels almost sick with joy that Aeon's gonna dissolve and Dew gets to be the first to witness the way he'll freak out over how good it feels. He'd like to cum the moment Aeon shoves it in, and he speeds up, but-

"Cum, gonna cum, unholy shit," Aeon babbles, faster than Dew expected. Much faster. Starts jackhammering, clearly unable to help himself, and the loss of control? Dew can only find endearing. "How's it gonna fit, oh, fuck, oh, Dew, Dew-"

He reaches up and grabs Aeon's face.

"You gotta shove it in," Dew growls. "You can do it, I know you can." Aeon looks at him through half-lidded eyes, mouth open, looking so fucking brainless. "You gotta get it in nice and deep." Words are hard, with how cruelly Aeon is fucking him. "C'mon, do it, fuckin' do it."

Aeon dribbles a little drool, too dumb to remember to swallow, sliding out over his lip and Dew pulls his head down to lick it off. That's enough. That's the trigger that does it; Aeon's eyes roll and he shoves forward and with a nice slick pop, Dew gets everything he wants, everything he could possibly want and then some with the high, reedy sound that forces itself from Aeon's throat. He curls in on himself like a overturned bug, and Dew's hand flies to his cock, jerking himself furiously while Aeon keeps squirting and throbbing and growing a touch bigger just like Dew had promised him, just enough to help keep him there, hold him in, like Dew isn't squeezing around him, like he isn't about to spasm and cum and prevent him from going anywhere all on his own. He's pressing exactly where Dew needs him to, and for a moment, Dew forgets about Aeon the person, and focuses solely on Aeon the sex toy, the knot he's going to use for his pleasure and cum around, the first knot his naive darling has ever popped.

It doesn't take much longer when Aeon begins whining, shaking uncontrollably while he cries something about too much sensation even as Dew still feels him throbbing inside. He howls when Dew finally cums, too, and collapses on top of him and begs for him to stop, and then for him to squeeze it some more.

Dew runs gentle nails up Aeon's sweaty back and can't help but laugh. A bit. He's held back the elation long enough.

[sageofthestarz]

This started off as angsty phantom thoughts based on another post I saw and it turned into a kinda fic..

Written at 2am on no sleep, bare with my typos. It's not proofread 😎

Phantom thinking he was a temporary replacement. Not letting himself grow close to anyone even if he desperately wanted to. He was always told be was going to be replaced back with someone better. Someone who belonged in the pack. That someone wasn't him.

It hurt. He's been wanting, craving for a pack. For a family. He can't get attached though. It'll only lead to him being sent back to the hellscape of the pits that much harder when the time comes.

When the tour comes to an end he did end up getting attached, namely Dew, Rain, and Swiss. The last few nights on tour he hides away alone in his bunk when he'd usually be curled up into one of their sides. He's trying to distance himself, he knows how badly this is going to hurt. Bring sent back to the pit after making such close bonds.

He cries silently, small whimpers and longing to be held by his pack, his lovers. It hurts, knowing they never truly cared for him. He's a replacement after all. A stand in for the one they truly loved. He was allowed to think it was real for awhile right? To think all the time they spent with him was truely for him, that they loved him, wanted to bring him pleasure, bring him care. Even if he knew it wasn't for him, he sucked it up like a sponge and gave so much of his heart back to them.

Now, he felt empty. Like a painful void was in his chest. He'd he sent back, cast aside never to be thought of again once they were back. They'd have their quintessence ghoul again. The real one, the one they truly wanted.

He wished he spent one last night with them. Even if it would be selfish of him. He wanted do badly to feel their love one last time. Pretend it was for him. So the very last night once they were asleep he crawled into their bunks the three of them already together. A blank look on his face, sad sunken eyes from a lack of sleep, and painfulled sobs as he crawls against Swiss' chest, allowing himself to be swalled by his large arms, a smaller heater of a ghoul pressing against his back, a ice cold hand relaxing around the warmth and taking his hand.

He feels tears swell into his eyes once more. Holding back a hiccuped sob not wanting to wake them. He just needed this. Needed to feel them one last time. Imprint the feeling of their love onto him before it was transferred back to the true one they wanted.

He silently cried for the whole ride back. The early morning approaching as they got closer back to the Abbey. When they stopped he had to bite into his hand to keep silent. When Papa came onto the buss to get the ghouls inside he pretended to be sleeping, hood up over his face and eyes. Small mumbles from the ghouls waking around him.

Swiss' arms never leave from around him.

He feels himself being lifted into Swiss' arms. A soft sleepy "Common baby,," as he's carried inside. He tenses hearing the two that stayed back. Aether, and Sunny yelling out. He holds his breath when he feels Aether hug Swiss, whispers around him, feeling a large hand press into his back makes him fall boneless. Soaking in the feeling of Swiss one last time. Aethers going to take him form him. Send him right back where he belongs.

But it never comes.

The hand leaves, and there's a low purr in Swiss' chest as he presses a kiss to Phantoms head, all of them walking insidle. He waits, bracing for impact with the cold stone floor when he hears a door open, but instead hes met with a soft bed that smells faintly of Swiss.

There's sleepy murmers he can't understand, but he can smell Dew and Rain closeby. Soon enough, he feels the bed dip, and he's behind pulled against a chest, Swiss', and there's a blanket being pulled over them.

A moment later joins a warmer ghoul, one that curls Into his side and wraps their tails together, another dip after and a icy hand is going through his hair gently before it settles away next to the heat.

There's one more, a heavier one he isn't used to, that he hasn't smelt often. He realizes soon enough it's Aether. A arm being wrapped around all four of the ghouls there. A symphony of purrs is heard within minutes. Every ghoul there sleep, pleased, and relaxed.

Once he's sure they're all asleep, he pushes his hood back and looked around at them all, debating. He should leave. Hes taken too much. They don't want him they have their quintessence ghoul back why is he still there?

He sits up slowly, trying to untangle himself but a large hand stops him, a terrified look shooting over to where Aether lays. He gives him a sleepy smile "Lay back down Magna Stella. You're not going anywhere." Phantom looks at him confirmed "I.. I'm being sent back in the morning..?" He whispers back, Aether simply shakes his head

"You're not going anywhere love. You're pack now, and they love so dearly. Sleep now, you needant be worried. You're staying right here." Phantom doesn't look as if he believes it. Maybe it's a joke, some sick joke to keep him having hope. But the sincerity of how Aether looks to him, he believes him

Tears well into his eyes, a small hiccuping sob escaping him. Aether gives a soft smile "You're safe here. You're pack. You're loved, and you're home."

He's putty against Swiss' chest, the worry and stress disappearing letting into his exhaustion. He sighs, closing his eyes feeling each of them there. Their different energies they fill him with. He's asleep in minutes. Finally able to relax and sleep without worry. For the first time ever, he feels loved, feels like pack, and feels like he has a home.

[sodoshame]

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.”

[euclidghoul]

we tangle endlessly; like lovers entwined

CHAPTER ONE of ONE

Pairing: Dewdrop/Swiss/Phantom Rating: Explicit Words: 7840

Dew, somehow, resists. It's definitely because Phantom isn't playing along right now, but Swiss can get what he wants. He always does. "I do love you," Phantom responds idly, causing both of the other ghouls to stop moving. or dew yet again begs for something that he wants. and gets it back tenfold. and swiss and phantom suck at using quintessence magic.

read on AO3

[honey-tongued-devil]

i have been summoned . once more . cannot wait. ready to gnaw more on my enclosure actually. i am SO ready lets do this LETS DO THIS . i am so READY i say. then i proceed to tri p on nothing when the updates are p osted. i am so ready to trip on nothing 🔥‼️

- @n4zareth

HUiTS new chapter!

Fun fact! I write on three separate documents, one has chapters 1 to 5, one from 6 to 11, and the last one is literally called '12-idk'. Plus, I don't count the intro as a chapter, so on AO3 I wrote that it ends with chapter 18, but while I was writing chapter 17 on my documents, I realized that I'll have to update that statement, as it's incorrect.

Title: Hide Us in the Shadows (HUITS)

Fandom: Ghost (characters are ghouls with their ghoul designs, not real people)

Pairing: Phantom x reader, Rain x reader, somewhat generic reader x ghouls

Chapters: 13/18

Word Count: 6425

TW: Graphic description of wounds, references to past torture, graphic description of pain, panic attacks, AFAB reader

Plot: After years of neglecting the abbey's archives, the pope decides to hire someone to organize the room overflowing with books. However, while you are busy with your job, an incident uncovers the presence of ghouls within the abandoned walls of the abbey. Soon enough, you find yourself witnessing conflicts between the pack and the new ghoul, as well as issues involving the clergy and the previous ones. 

(A lot of pack dynamics; Phantom has recently been summoned, and his transformation is still ongoing; the pack is having a hard time trying to manage such a troublesome new member; Sister Imperator is a difficult individual to handle (a bitch)). 

[No use of Y/N | fluff, angst, smut, etc | mention of mental health | mention of tics, hyperactivity, avoidant behavior, emotional dependence (among various ghouls) | all feedback is accepted]

[viniche]

Ghoul sketches are back!!! Here we have Swiss x Rain chillin', Dew in cool pants, super soft Cumulus (favourite of mine) & winter Mountain x Phantom/Aeon

[miasmaghoul]

miasma do u have forcefem thoughts 👀

It's the tail end of his lunch break in the infirmary when Aether's phone vibrates against his thigh, a quick double buzz. He brushes sandwich crumbs from his hands and tie, licks a stray drop of basil mayo from the corner of his mouth while he pulls the device from his pocket. Aether straightens his glasses just as the screen lights up again, a pair of texts greeting him.

🦇: got a surprise for u 🦇: think ur gonna like it

Aether quirks an eyebrow. It's the middle of the night where they all are, if his math is right, and knowing Aeon that surprise could be damn near anything. He starts tapping out a response when the three dots telling him Aeon's typing pop up, and he pauses.

🦇: maybe wait til ur alone to open it

Another message follows a second later, a video file, and Aether blinks at the screen until its preview image loads. The pale visage of a slender back, decorated with thin straps of shimmering fabric, and a hand he recognizes as Aeon's resting between their shoulder blades. At first glance Aether thinks it's Aurora on the screen, dressed in one of her lovely little camisoles and arching under Aeon's touch. His dick gives an interested twitch at the idea - a pleasant surprise indeed.

But then his eyes drift upward, expecting cotton candy curls only to find long strands of ashy blonde instead, and his cock downright throbs.

"Oh, Lucifer."

Heedless of Aeon's warning, Aether smashes his thumb to the screen and shifts in his squeaky office chair while the video loads. Immediately rests his free hand over his crotch when it opens up to Aeon and Dew standing in a hotel bathroom, Aeon recording their reflection from where he stands behind the smaller ghoul. Dew's leaning over the sink in what is definitely one of Aurora's lovely little camisoles - shiny gold satin with shimmery lace across the bodice and two sets of crisscrossed straps. It hangs noticeably loose around Dew's chest, and Aether squeezes himself. Does it again when Dew leans in close to the mirror, swaying just a little while he uncaps a tube of candy red lipstick. Aeon moves the phone closer to the mirror, his other hand sliding around Dew's slight waist, and Aether thinks he's never been so jealous.

"Smile for the camera, pretty girl," Aeon coos, leaning in to nuzzle his messy bun. "Say hi to daddy."

Aether chokes when he says it, and stops breathing entirely when Dew tips his gaze towards the reflection of the phone. When he fixes Aether with a smile that lets his tongue poke through his teeth.

When he blinks and Aether catches the faintest swirls of lilac decorating his amber irises, the rush of heat to his gut is nothing short of paralyzing.

"Hi daddy."

Dew trills it in the soft, shy way that always wrecks Aether the most, makes him stupid and possessive. The little ghoul applies the lipstick with an unskilled hand, a messy swipe over lips that have clearly been sucked on for a while, and Aether wants nothing more than to to see it smeared all over his fat, heavy -

"Aether?"

A sharp rap on the door makes Aether jump in his seat, fumbling the phone and wincing when it clatters to the ground.

"Y-yes?" When did his throat get so dry? Aether takes a quick swig of his now-cold lunchtime tea. He grabs his phone and turns the screen off before he can see any more of Dew in that state. "Uh - what is it?"

"Brother Angelo is in Exam 2," one of the human nurses calls through the door. "Slammed his fingers in the chapel doors again."

"Be right there," he calls, but his eyes remain glued to the dark surface of his phone. The image of Dew's painted lips dances through his mind, and Aether can't help himself. "Just a minute."

He turns the phone back on the moment her footsteps retreat, palms his cock where it sits thick and pulsing at his hip. He's greeted by the groan-inducing sight of Dew leaning back against Aeon's bare chest, head tilted so the other ghoul can mouth at his elegant neck. Aeon hits a good spot and Dew reaches a hand back to grab at his hair, sucks air through his teeth, and Aether leaks into his boxer briefs.

Aeon unlatches after a few seconds, nuzzling Dew's jaw while he looks into the camera. The hand on the little ghoul's hip glides over his stomach, drags the fabric just high enough for Aether to get the tiniest glimpse of the purple lace covered bulge between his legs.

"Tell daddy what you came to me for, Dew," Aeon lilts, nipping at his ear. "Tell him why you're all dressed up."

Dew sighs, lifts his head just enough to look at the camera. There isn't enough quintessence in him to make him look woozy or lost - just enough to act as a confidence boost, Aether imagines. That's what Dew usually asks for when he wants to be treated like the pretty little thing he is.

The lipstick makes him look like a whore and Aether would worship the ground he walked on.

"Because I want you to fuck my pussy," Dew breathes, that wide mouth stretching into a lascivious grin. "And I want daddy to watch."

It's less than ten seconds before Aether's pulling his cock through his zipper and shooting a fat load directly into the trash can, stomach clenching and thighs twitching. It leaves him dizzy for a solid thirty seconds afterwards, the ghoul idly fidgeting with his softening length while he recovers.

He shakes himself, huffs out a disbelieving chuckle before he tucks his still sensitive dick away and stands. Hums to himself while he washes his hands in his small sink, tossing the paper towel he dries with over his mess. Aether straightens his coat and steels himself to go deal with Brother Angelo for the third time this month. He grabs his phone from the desk and turns to leave, but before he does Aether decides he needs to see one more thing. He pulls the video up one more time and -

One minute and thirteen seconds.

He'd made it barely a single minute in before needing to empty his balls. Aether can hardly believe it. Well, no, he can absolutely believe it. Dew regularly manages to dismantle him like this, it's just never been from a distance. Never been recorded. Mostly he can't believe that he has six hours left of his shift before he can watch the remaining -

Twenty five minutes?

Aether's going to give them both anything they want when they get back, he swears it.

[riconas]

Aeon trying a new move on stage and unexpectedly turning someone on…

Fun ensues..

i wrote this FAST. i hope it's alright!

tags: blowjobs, face fucking, the one move bug does during mummy dust (you know the one)

He doesn't mean for it to happen. He'd slept wrong the night before, and his shoulder is sore today, and it's just a moment, really, how bad can it be? Papa won't notice if he props his guitar on his knee for a second, right? The Fantomens are so heavy, too, and Aeon's really not that much bigger than Dew. It's just to take the edge off, honestly. No biggie.

Just so happens that Rain's right beside him. Just so happens that Rain stares and stares, and stares even after he's gone back to playing the Correct Way. He doesn't tear his eyes away, even with Dew pretending to jack himself off on his side of the stage, and that's suspicious because Aeon knows Rain loves to watch Dew jack off.

And Rain sticks to him after that. Leans over his shoulder, tall beanstalk that he is, and tucks his chin against Aeon's neck. Bonks his helmet a couple of times, like he's trying to kiss him, or lick the back of his head.

Aeon doesn't mind the attention. He loves it, in fact. Presses back against Rain, tips his head onto Rain's shoulder, rubs his back against Rain's chest like a cat on a scratching pole. Pushes his hips nice and firm to the front of Rain's pants, and—

"Aeon," Rain warns.

Between the clicking of the metronome in his earpiece and the earth shaking blare of the amps, Aeon barely hears him. He feels him, rather, a gentle vibration in Rain's chest. The urge to purr is overpowering.

He is, unfortunately, far more distracted by the fact that Rain is hard.

"Yeah," he says, even though there's no way Rain can hear him. He pushes back again, and—oh, Rain's grinding against him, humping his ass in subtle circles, pushing that erection into the small of his back. He groans, mind blanking, fingers moving on his fretboard automatically now.

"Later," Rain growls in his ear, and it's a threat. "Wait for me."

Aeon's knees threaten to buckle.

The rest of the ritual passes by in a blur. He kneels for Dew, teases Papa, tosses a setlist to a very nice audience member in exchange for a pretty flower. He gives the flower to Aurora, who pats his helmet and blows him a kiss in thanks. Swiss smacks his ass, as usual, which doesn't help hide his raging boner in the slightest. Cumulus pretends to accidentally step on his toes, which does help, but only slightly.

He stands next to Rain in the lineup. Rain doesn't so much as glance at him, so Aeon tears his eyes away from the bulge in Rain's pants. They bow, and bow again, and when they run off backstage, Rain doesn't let go of his hand.

Aeon wants.

"On your knees," Rain demands, the moment they're back in their dressing room and the door is securely locked, masks and balaclavas strewn aside in a very disrespecting-Papa manner. Aeon drops to the carpet just in front of the door.

From his perch at the dresser, Dew raises his eyebrow. "What did he do?"

"He knows what he did."

Rain's pants are tight. Aeon fumbles with the laces, undoing them with fingers that should definitely be more dextrous than this, and tugs his pants down just enough to free his cock. It springs up in his face, stiff and leaking. He wraps his hands around the base, licks his lips, and swallows him down to the hilt.

"Shit," Rain groans. "Wanted this since you pulled that stupid move. Wanted to put you on your knees right there in front if everyone."

"He's a good boy," Dew says, and now there's a smirk in his voice, an undertone of mischief. He walks over slowly, slow enough that his shadow grows on the ground in front of Aeon, and threads his fingers through Aeon's hair so he can push it back, out of his face. "Aren't you, bug? Gonna let Rainy fuck your face?"

He says it so casually. Aeon blinks, and nods. The sound of Rain's cock moving in his throat is wet, sloppy. He takes Rain's hand and puts it on the back of his head in encouragement.

Dew slaps his cheek gently, feeling for the shape of Rain's dick inside his mouth. "Do it."

Rain thrusts, and Aeon gags. He forgets how big Rain really is, how it feels when he forces his way down Aeon's throat, past that tight ring of resistance. Aeon won't say he's the best at giving blowjobs, but he'd like to think he's decent, at least. He'd like to believe the sounds Rain's making are because of him.

"Deeper," Rain orders. "Relax your throat. You can take it deeper."

He massages the sides of Aeon's neck, coaxing him to let go. Determined and insistent. Aeon closes his eyes, braces his hands on Rain's thighs, and swallows.

"Fuck!" Rain shouts, then presses the back of his hand to his own mouth, muffling himself. "Fuck, just like that. Again, Aeon, good boy—"

Oh, Aeon is ruined. He's addicted. He can't get enough. He's going to pull that move at every ritual after this, going to pull it when they rehearse at the Abbey, just for the chance to get Rain like this again. He hears the delighted chime of Dew's laugh, a hot palm at the back of his neck.

Dew's next, he realises, with no small amount of satisfaction.

"You like that, don't you?" Dew asks, hands roving all over his face, all over his chest. "Back up a little. Against the wall, just like that."

Pressed to the wall like this, Aeon is cornered. He could gag, choke, push Rain's hips away, but he wouldn't be able to escape. He's almost ashamed how much it turns him on.

"Gonna cum in your mouth," Rain breathes, and Aeon has just enough time to take a deep breath through his nose before the first drops hit his tongue, warm and salty and so very good. He gazes up at Rain through his lashes as his throat works to swallow, blinking reflex tears out of his eyes. He wants to hear it again.

Rain yanks him off his dick the second he starts to soften.

"You came so quick," Dew says to Rain, never taking his eyes off Aeon. "Is his mouth really that good?"

They're talking about Aeon like he isn't even there. He'd be lying if he said it didn't make him feel some kind of way.

Aeon paws at Rain's pants. "I am right here."

Rain ignores him. "See for yourself," he replies, petting over Aeon's sweaty head. To Aeon, he says: "You'd better have swallowed all of that. I don't want to see a single drop on the floor."

Aeon nods. He's feeling s little lightheaded from holding his breath for so long. He starts to clamber to his feet, but Dew stops him with a hand on his shoulder.

"My turn," he says, his voice steely.

Rain hisses, pulling Aeon up by the arm. At some point between Aeon swallowing and Dew ogling, he must have pulled his pants up. "No. You'll get your turn later. Come, Aeon. Let's get you cleaned up."

Still reeling, Aeon lets himself be let out to the showers, feet dragging before his brain catches up. Dew stares as he goes, an unspoken promise in his eyes.

"You okay?" Rain murmurs, once they're out of earshot. "I was pretty rough."

"All good," Aeon says, albeit a little hoarsely.

Maybe, if he's lucky, Papa will let him room with Dew.

[st-danger]

Phantom breeding kink?

"You wanna?" The questions is huffed out between Dew pushing into him, sliding out. The slow drag of it is delicious. He could enjoy this, not push his luck too much, but Swiss tells him things, secret things, and what would be the point of a well lit path of breadcrumbs if he's not meant to follow?

Dew hesitates. Aeon looks up at him with wide, innocent eyes- the devil's always good about convincing folks he doesn't exist, right? Isn't that the narrative that's pushed here? So- innocent, sweet. Asking in a softer voice, the one that always gets Swiss, the one that sounds like silk. He knows he can look like an angel, even with his legs over somebody's shoulders.

Dew adjusts, so he can bring a hand, wrap it around his throat- holding. Warning.

"Watch it," he says.

Breadcrumbs, though.

"Swiss says it freaks you out," Aeon says. He knows he's pushing it, but he also knows Swiss would not feed him information that wasn't to be used. "Says it makes you cum really hard anyway." Dew continues to stare at him, and when Aeon feels his cock throb hard inside of him, he sucks his lower lip into his mouth. Coquettish.

"Is that what he says," Dew murmurs, tone unkind.

"I thought maybe you wanna try it from the other side," Aeon says. "I need it." Reaches for Dew's chest, and gives the rings in his nipples a playful little tug. "I think you do, too."

Dew scoffs, lets go of his throat, and leans back up, hooking his hands behind Aeon's knees. Aeon sees the cracks in his composure, even if Dew thinks he's being careful. There's been a few things he's gotten really good at Above Ground, and one of his best is working his way under Dew's skin in the best ways possible. Getting into his bloodstream and getting into his head. Dew's never stood a chance with him, has found him alluring and irresistible since the first hookup backstage when he'd shoved him against the door, stroking both of them off, kissing Aeon stupid in between telling him how impressed he was.

They hang suspended for a moment, and Aeon gives him his most beatific smile.

"Wanna knock me up?"

Dew is pulling out, flipping him over, and shoving him down before Aeon's brain catches up to what's happening. A hand on the back of his neck forcing his chest down, his ass up, presented. Dew slides back in without warning. A hard sharp thrust in that makes Aeon gasp with it.

"That what you want?" Dew's voice sounds weird. Tense. Strangled. Another hard thrust, and Aeon laughs, absolutely delighted. Maybe he'll buy Swiss some flowers. The laugh is cut off when Dew slams back in again, forcing the breath from him, and there's a hint of cruelty in it that sends a thrill up his spine. He doesn't wait for a response, just begins fucking into him harder and faster than he's expecting, or prepared for. Aeon startles.

"Dew-"

"I'm gonna," Dew grunts.

"S'really hard," Aeon says, of the pace, the force Dew begins railing him with. It isn't bad, but it's unexpected, and through the arousal, he feels the flicker-flame of nervousness bloom in the pit of his stomach.

"You want it, you're going to take it how I give it to you," Dew says, dark, and hits just the right spot, pushes on the back of his neck just a little harder. Pinning him further. Aeon moans, sharp and reedy. "You wanna be bred so bad? I'll give it to you, then," he says, and Aeon feels the fingers on his hips dig savagely in.

"Do it," Aeon says.

He realizes quickly he's over his head, and realizes just how much he likes it.

Swiss had left him breadcrumbs, but hadn't warned him about what, exactly, it would lead him to.

[ghuleh-recs]

Please enjoy these new bug fic recs because I think we all collectively went, “oh no he’s hot” over this past week.

untitled ficlet part 1 & part 2 / st-danger / Aeon x Aether x Dew

Prompt: Dew in the middle of a quintessence sandwich. Aether teaching Aeon how to use his magick in all the ways Dew likes best. Showing him where and how to touch, what to say. How to manipulate his little body and worm his way into his mind. Just really fuckin' him up.

untitled ficlet / p1nkcanoe / Phantom x Swiss

Prompt: Swiss gives someone of your choice good jfk (maybe on the tour bus? in front of everyone? after a show?)

Star Pupil / ghoul-slime / Aether x Dew x Phantom

Aether may not be going out on tour with the rest of the ghouls, but that doesn't mean he can't teach Phantom how to properly care for Dewdrop in his absence.

untitled ficlet / gayrickgrimes / Dew x Phantom x Rain

okay this is less them wrecking rain and more of them being wrecks about rain.

something in the way you move / papaslittlesunshine / Aether x Phantom

“Be a good girl and take it.”

untitled ficlet / hypnoneghoul / Phantom x Rain x Swiss

Prompt: Rain asking Phantom “wanna to practise” then getting caught kissing by your choice of ghoul and THEN a confession in the heat of the moment leading third ghoul to say “I think I deserve a kiss (too)” to Phantom and then they ALL have a good time

infinite skin / high-imperatrix / dew x phantom x rain

It's no secret that the shy new ghoul has it bad for Dew and Rain. After weeks of mulling over the possibilities, the couple finally invites Phantom in to play. A long, sticky night of depravity commences.

untitled ficlet / iamthecomet / Aeon x Aether

18. "Don't you dare fucking cum, because if you do, I'll cum too."

between comfort and chaos / riconas / Aeon x Dew

“All yours,” Dew says sweetly, rubbing his face into Aeon’s hands like a cat. His voice goes all soft and breathy when he’s like this, eager to give. He has the loveliest voice when it isn’t being used to swear. Aeon tilts Dew’s head curiously, like he’s examining a foreign specimen. “Really?” “Yeah.” Dew entertains Aeon’s examining, neck going slack and pliable like a ragdoll. “All for you. You can use me.” “Use you?” Aeon isn’t too sure about that. The word makes him feel a little uneasy—he shouldn’t be using Dewdrop. If anything, it should be him on that end, gratefully accepting everything and anything Dewdrop deigns to give. “Tell me how.” or Aeon people pleases too close to the sun. Dew isn’t okay with that.

(major shout out to @jimothybarnes for prompting at least three of these if not more. you absolute legend ♡)

[sugolara]

𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝

Feat. Shota Aizawa x daughter! reader

A series. Book Two

cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, cross-posted on ao3, wattpad, qoutev, slow updates

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ Where a father and daughter look for Eri and try to survive from the flesh eating monsters.

Inspired by, "The Walking Dead A Telltale Game Series"

playlist!

" Fresh Blood – Eels " Walk Among the Cobras, Pt. 1 – Dan Sartain " Leave Behind – Sarah Cripps " Hope Prevails – Jesper Kyd " When I Grow Up – First Aid Kit " Fight For Survival – Klergy " Snow – Lisa Hannigan " Aeon Ending – Dew Of Light " To Live A Life – First Aid Kit " Personal Jesus – Depeche Mode " Death Is Not the End – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds " How Low – Jose Gonzales " The Fear – Ben Howard " Carrion Flowers – Chelsea Wolfe " Kettering – The Antlers " Coxcomb Red – Songs: Ohia " Five Years – David Bowie " Hard As Nails – Peter Wolf Crier " Swept Inside – Future Islands " Killing Machine – Tony Crown " Harmonix – Surfer Blood " Stand By Me – Ki:Theory " M.T.M.E. – Alexandra Saviour " Audience No.2 – Autolux " Palace Of Montezuma – Grinderman " In The Water – Anadel " Two Birds – Regina Spektor " Clocks – Coldplay " The Great Gig in the Sky – Pink Floyd " I’ll Be Good – Jaymes Young " To The Bone – Mirel Wagner " I Ain’t The One – Spoon " Take Us Back – Alela Diane " Salty Seas – Devics " In The Pines (Oakland) – Fantastic Negrito " Waiting around to die – The Be Good Tanyas " Red Morning – Devics " Gun In My Hand – Dorothy " Be Good – Waxahatche " Clementine – Elliot Smith " World Undone – Calexico " Blood – Algiers " Especially Me - Low " Release Me - Corrina Repp " No Death - Mirel Wagner

table of contents:

Season 1: Episode 1: A new day Episode 2: I'll understand what you meant in a few long months Episode 3: Afraid Episode 4: Weak Episode 5: Quick and steady Episode 6: To live Episode 7: Just a little longer, my dear

Season 2: Episode 8: New beginnings Episode 9: Company Episode 10: Day something Episode 11: Bad news

to be continued...

Book one: Welcome To The New World

[aethersgirlfriend]

masquerade ball ghouls?

the ministry occasionally holds parties and balls to get everyone together and socialising, and this was one of them. copia came up with it after watching one too many historical romance movies with his ghouls!! they wanted their cute little night to show off their ghoulettes in their pretty outfits - and rain and zeyphr since there's only so many ghoulettes

they agreed to have one night of the usual masks and one night of more demonic looking ones, where the ghouls were not required to pair up and they decide to go around and serenade all the siblings who have no idea they're not fellow sisters/brothers of sin, that they're actually demons <3 (thank you @divinebees for that x)

copia announced it to the pack first - aswell as ifrit, omega, mist and zeph because they like to hang around the current ghouls sometimes when they don't have chores - and they were ecstatic!! this was the first time he'd gone with an idea they all came up with AND it was aurora and aeons first ball!!!!! the girls immediately start planning and getting inspo (aurora had a pinterest board) and the guys are already swooning at the idea of half of them in a ballgown (they're so real)

mountain asks cumulus with a love letter and wildflowers that smell like her perfume. she squeals and jumps up and down, and mountain blushes at how excited she is to go with him.

aeth asks cirrus by giving her a massage after a long day of practice, kissing up her neck and whispering it in her ear (she chuckles and says she's been waiting for him ever since she saw him and mountain looking at the inspo the girls had printed out).

swiss asks sunny over a shared bottle of red wine, she squeals and launches herself into his lap, saying she's going to "be the man" of the duo x

aeon asks aurora after she walks into a bed full of rose petals and candles and she laughs at him and then says "yes!!! of course bug!!!!" and he yells happily and they run into each others arms and jump around, so excited for their first ball

omega asks mist after alpha says he'll be working with the music side of the night. he walks into her room with a sheepish smile and she looks up from her book on ancient runes and says "ive been waiting, of course i'll go with you."

dew and rain wait for the other to ask them. dew eventually begrudgingly asks rain after he overhears him very loudly complaining to the girls on how he deserves better after being named the princess of the pack. rain makes him kneel all pretty and then says with his smooth tone, "of course my love". they then burst into a fit of giggles on rains bed and start talking about what they were planning on wearing.

ifrit sets up this fancy proposal after he watched one too many prom proposals with aurora and zeyphr pretended he wasn't blushing a very deep shade of grey and said "okay, i guess"

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here's the outfits and masks i picked out for the duos (i made them moodboards sort of because i wouldn't have been able to add every image seperately)!! i gave each pair 2 colors each and that was their theme, some include heels and flowers but that's just if i found something specifically for the pair, so not all have it

(all photos from pinterest - lmk if there's any credits u know of and i'll add them in !)

- cirrus and aether!!! the colors i chose for them are red and black - the romantic goth/vampire vibe suits them as a duo. aethers shirt and waistcoat would go with dress pants, shoes and a suit jacket - all black. cirrus would wear some delicate black heels with hers, and their masks are underneath their respective outfits !

- mountain and cumulus!!!! the collage messed up here BUT i'll explain! (the bouquet is what mount gave her when he asked) i chose green and white for them because i'm so incredibly creative!!?!?!? mountains suit is a mix of the 2 images there - plus the mask that's under the bouquet (NOT the one beside it - that's cumulus'). all of these are honestly mainly my imagination, the suit comes with pale green dress pants and shoes. cumulus' dress is so beautiful, in my head it's slightly corseted and laces up with white ribbon at the back. she paired it with beautiful pale green heels that have vines (?? idk how to explain it makes perfect sense in my head) and the mask next to the bouquet in the collage! mountain made the crystal himself :3

- swiss and sunny :D i chose gold for them! think beauty and the beast sort of (thank you @divinebees AGAIN for that) i thinkkk the dress in the photo might be ai generated (i do not support ai art!!!!!) but i couldn't find anything else that fit my vision😭😭 her mask is diagonal to the dress (instagram i hate u) but the gold is more yellow-ish and she wears docs that are almost mustard colored. no one can convince me she doesn't love docs. swiss paired that waistcoat and tie with a frilly white shirt (no jacket and sleeves rolled up because he's a slut) and black dress pants with gold detailing! his mask is under sunnys dress and he puts more gold charms in his dreadlocks hehehe

- AEON AND RORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PINK AND WHITE AND GLITTER AND PRINCESSY ITS SO PERFECT!!!!!! aurora watched sleeping beauty once and made a princessy pinterest board and was like this is what we're doing and he was just staring lovestruck like of course aurora whatever you want my love☺️☺️☺️ a sister gave her the fan and her mask is in the top right! it's sorta giving princess crown ;) she thrifted the heels and her dress is so fucking beautiful everyone just stares all night with no shame. phantom wears that waistcoat and tie with baby pink dress pants and his converse :33 no jacket ofc bc swiss isn't wearing one and his mask (bottom right) is so pretty and all the girls make sure to call him pretty all night <3 they're for SURE the couple of the night.

- dew and rain!! purple and black!! rain wears the shirt in the middle row to the left but the neckline is way deeper with a black jacket thrown over his shoulders and the mask on the bottom row :33 dew wears the shirt in the top left with the waistcoat next to it and the mask under it ! dew has his hair up all pretty and rain has silver and black dangly earrings on

- ifrit and zeyphr!!! i chose green and black for them!! ifrit wears the outfit and mask on the left with black dress pants and zeyphr wears the stuff on the right but the green on his mask his darker, the shirt underneath is black and he's wearing a grucifix instead of a cross. handsome boys <3 (everyone can thank @lonerm3g !!)

and finally ...

- COPIA!!!!! do i need to say anything ? handsome old man in gold - perfect.

i want to turn this into a full length fic but idk who's perspective to write it from so pls give me ideas if u have any x

[forlorn-crows]

HEY CROWWWWW WHAT HEADCANONS, SHIPS, OR WHATEVER HAVE BEEN ON YOUR MIND RECENTLY? 🩷🎤

hi pinkkkkk <3

for starters, just everything soft. ive been craving romance and love and all that. maybe it has something to do with winter time settling in. but i want to know all the little ways the ghouls love each other. i want to see them so soft for each other, doing things for each other, working through struggles, loving each other slowly in private. touching just to touch. kissing just to kiss. sitting and doing nothing together. picking flowers for each other. doing each other's hair. tucking them in when they fall asleep on the couch or on the bus. everything thats 'vanilla' and 'simple' and what some might call 'boring'. i dont need them going at it like wild animals, i want them being sappy and in love and !!!!

and you know im always thinking about mountain/rain. they're so warm to me. i think about them and all the little ways they get each other and i get giddy.

ive also been thinking about aether a lot recently. how much i miss him. how different he is from aeon. how much i miss that goofy energy he brought on stage, the dynamic between him and dew. its just not the same anymore. aeon isnt bad, hes just different. and theres just something a little bit more to aether, something soft and warm (see above) and silly and lighthearted that is so aether. i didnt know how much of a comfort ghoul he was for me until we didnt have him anymore, you know?

i miss sunny too. i wonder what she and aether get up to when the others are on tour.

just thinking about the little things. ive had a few kinks/situations pop up now and then like 'oh, why dont we write about x more???' but nothing on its own thats really been plaguing me.

OH ive also been thinking a lot about zephyr and mountain's relationship. both in the context of their dom/sub dynamic and just their everyday relationship. i think they have somethin special.

aaaand some ghoul oc stuff that im always cooking up w/mal. one day it'll actually be written lol!

[honey-tongued-devil]

hello , i just recently caught up on hide us in the shadow — and goodness , your writing prowess is so wonderfully shown ?? I love your attention to detail, how you describe things, and all in all the obvious effort you put into this work—it is refreshing to see a story that’s so ?? organized lore-wise ??? I love your writing style. It’s nothing short of admirable, I hope to see more of your work!! Your piece has really wormed its way into my heart, not that I’m complaining. I discover your tumblr account and then I realize you have designs for Rain & Phantom already?!! Imagine my delight (I was gnawing at the bars of my enclosure. rain save me save me rain) I hope you know that you have every right to love and be proud of this series, because I love it so so much and I look forward to reading chapter 14, cheers to another magnificent chapter coming from you<3 I have so much more to say but I just can’t word it properly because the emotions your writign gives me are positively inexplicable. I just. love huits. it makes my heart go ba dum ba dum ba dum.

(if huits has no fans , i am dead.)

— @n4zareth 🧡

How long did I wait? Three days? to respond to this message because I wanted to reply only when I had both the little drawing and the new chapter ready. (I'm updating right now) By the way, know that this message has been screenshotted, shared with friends, it made me blush and giggle like a teenage girl.

I swear that Huits has a big plot behind it, even though in the last few chapters it seems all fluff and intimacy, so I can't wait to post the last chapter and see if anyone understood what was happening or not.

That being said, actually, while writing the calmer chapters (let's say those of the third act) I felt like doing a mini sequel with less lore, just fluff and slice of life, so I'm taking a poll.