#aeon/swiss

[st-danger]

Pls consider this: Aeon wandering out of the hotel bathroom in a baggy t-shirt and the panties and nothing else and Swiss just makes the stupidest strangled little "g u h" noise bc he's already halfway there

Probably drops his phone on his face and accidentaly sends a keysmash to Dew who now knows exactly what's going on over there

It's the nonchalance that gets him. The easy, carefree way Aeon leaves the steam and pads across the floor to shove the worn clothes he'd taken off into his suitcase. Reclined against a stack of pillows, Swiss barely looks up from his phone to tell Aeon Dew wants to meet them in the lobby to head out for drinks in a half hour, then back to the screen, then right back up to Aeon again. It takes him a moment to realize what he's wearing, helped along by a hands above the head big stretch, letting the shirt ride up to expose-

"Lace, huh?" Swiss asks, trying to sound as casual about it as Aeon is acting. Like he isn't parading around to get a reaction. Like he's just happened to put them on, for no reason other than he needed something to wear. He sets the phone down on the bedspread and tilts his head, considering. "And is that my shirt?"

The curve of Aeon's cheek as he smiles is visible in his profile.

"Need it back?" Aeon asks, turning, hair still wet and in his face. He takes the few steps to sit half-on, half-off the edge of the bed right beside him, and does his best impression of innocent and oblivious. Keeps the tone pitched up at the end, eyebrows raised. It could all be mistaken as sincere, if it wasn't for the glint in his eyes. Or for Swiss's familiarity and encouragement of these particular theatrics. "Sorry," Aeon says, giving him a small smile and pushing the hair back off his face, the shock of white at the hairline more unruly than the rest, immediately falling back into his face. "Should've asked."

With a sigh, Swiss reaches out and tugs at the hem.

"This what you're wearing out?" The blue cotton has dark spots where water droplets have fallen from tendrils of hair. Of course he's not, it's all to get attention because there's no way he possesses the ability to ignore the too-big shirt hanging on his lanky frame.

"'Course," Aeon says, still smiling. Fabric between his fingers, Swiss pulls on the shirt, dragging it up and exposing the black lace panties stretched over his hips. "Those too," he adds.

"That so," Swiss murmurs, sitting upright properly in order to shove over a little closer. Touching the hem of the shirt isn't enough. It's much better to slide his hand up Aeon's skinny thigh, and trace the top of the panties with his fingertips, a ticklish little line across his belly before hooking two fingers over the band. Aeon leans back on a locked elbow to give Swiss extra room to feel. Easier access, really. The bulge of his cock, soft but accentuated under the tight fabric isn't something Swiss can ignore and accept. It takes concentrated effort to look away from the skin and back to Aeon's face, still holding the pleased, innocent features.

"Sure," Aeon says easily. Swiss hums thoughtfully, and snaps the elastic back against Aeon's skin. Despite best efforts, he sees the small twitch of surprise. He repeats the motion, and then brushes over his cock, settling a heavy hand onto the meat of his thigh.

"Sure? I'd hate to see you uncomfortable," Swiss says, giving his leg a squeeze. The moment of hesitation and the swallow from Aeon are the first cracks in the casual facade. He leans in a little closer, as if sharing a secret. "You fidget. Everyone'll know."

Aeon goes all pink at that last comment.

"No they won't," Aeon says, quiet, as Swiss rubs up his leg, down to his knee, back up again. The skin breaks into gooseflesh in the wake of his touch. "Not if I sit still."

Swiss stares intently at him while he brings his hand to cup Aeon through the thin fabric, giving him a gentle squeeze that makes him blink rapidly and take a long, deep breath in.

"You won't," Swiss says. Heat is pooling in his stomach now, the first beginning flickers of arousal. He continues to massage Aeon's cock, feeling it begin to twitch to life. Rhythmic, even touches. No need to bring up that Swiss won't be able to handle himself knowing Aeon's wearing them, let alone his shirt. Aeon, wearing something pretty for him out and about; he'd be trying to get Aeon to sit in his lap, he knows. Hold his hips and pull him into his lap and make everyone else roll their eyes and tell them to at least try to be subtle in public. Or he'd throw caution to the wind and pull him into a toilet stall and grope him until he cums in them and has to struggle through the rest of the evening out in wet pants.

"Then you have a half hour to get me out of these and into something else," Aeon says. Swiss looks at the blush on his face, his parted lips and the cute smile that plays on the corners. And then naturally he thinks of the way the blush will deepen and the smile will go slack and pained when Swiss jerks him off hard and fast and he's leaning against the stall door heavily while he tries to stay upright. He gropes and draws fingertips down to the head of his clothed cock, and focuses all his attention, tickling it. Aeon groans. He can't help the answering throb.

"Nah," Swiss says, and kisses Aeon's cheek. "Go on and get dressed."

[miasmaghoul]

Kinktober Day 1 - High Sex

Wow, I can't believe it's already October 1st! I can't WAIT to see what normal things this month holds. I certainly hope Swiss doesn't go absolutely insane in Australia and destroy us all!

(Look, just be thankful I'm trying. Huge shoutout to @kroas-adtam for putting together this year's prompts!)

Green is the Warmest Color

Rating: E Pairing: Aeon/Swiss Word Count: 2.2k Contains: stoned, sappy ghouls, shotgunning, cock warming, lazy sex, banter, body worship, the boys being Real Fucked Up and absolutely loving it

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“You’re staring,” Swiss lilts, eyes crinkling as he brings the smoldering end of their joint to his lips.

Aeon's sure he's right, but in fairness, how couldn’t he? Swiss is a vision, sitting pretty in his lap in a wide straddle with a hand planted on Aeon’s stomach. The setting sun throws every inch of the other ghoul into such sharp relief; everything from the chips in his curved horns and the strong line of his jaw, to the breadth of his shoulders and the slight softness of his stomach. From the swollen, stiff peaks of the nipples Aeon had spent ages teasing once they’d finally fallen back into bed, to the flushed length of Swiss’ cock where it sits heavy against Aeon’s pale belly. Dribbling sticky fluid into his happy trail with the occasional languid rock of those incredible hips. 

"'Course I am," he replies, loose and relaxed, "you're real nice to look at."

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Lazy.

That’s how Aeon would say his day with Swiss has been. Lazy, but in the best way. 

He’d woken late, drenched in the early summer sunlight pouring through Swiss’ windows. Wrapped in a tangle of limbs and blankets that he hadn’t found himself particularly eager to escape. Swiss seemed to agree, when he eventually cracked an eye open to find Aeon staring at him with a sleepy, besotted smile on his face.

“Finally, jeez,” he’d teased, planting a kiss on Swiss’ bare shoulder and flashing him some fang. “Thought I was gonna have to watch you drool forever.”

“You love when I drool,” Swiss had countered, raspy and thick but still playful as ever. He’d threaded heavy fingers into Aeon’s mop of messy waves, scratching at the spot behind his ear that always makes his leg twitch.

“Maybe,” he’d purred, tipping his head into the touch, “but I think there’s better things for that mouth to be doing.”

Swiss hadn’t argued that point, a slow grin splitting his face as he hooked a finger under Aeon’s sharp chin. As he knocked their horns together and nuzzled his cheek. Brushing their lips together in the barest hint of what Aeon was asking for.

“You have eye boogers,” Swiss had informed him then, thumbing along his lashline with a crinkled nose, and Aeon hadn’t been able to hold back his laugh.

“And you have morning breath,” he’d chuckled, looping a long arm around Swiss’ shoulders. “Kiss me anyway.”

Swiss had, happily so, and to Aeon’s delight there was no urgency behind it. No rush, no invasive tongue, no gasping for breath. Just the scratch of Swiss’ stubble, the tickle of his mustache and the warmth of his mouth. A kiss they had both gotten lost in, drifting on nothing but the feel and taste of one another.

The rest of their day had been equally indulgent; a long, hot bath filled with more of those decadent kisses and wandering hands. Hours spent in their pajamas on the common room sofa, Aeon sitting between Swiss’ knees so the other ghoul could play with his hair. A late lunch at the lakeside, Swiss occasionally tossing a grape into Aeon’s mouth from the other side of the blanket they shared. An early evening stroll to the greenhouse spent talking about everything and nothing, their tails idly curling together along the way.

Aeon had busied himself visiting his favorite plants once they arrived, chatting with one of the lesser ghouls tending to the table of orchids. Admiring petals in all shades of purple, caressing stems and verdant leaves with gentle fingers while Swiss hunted down Mountain. It hadn’t taken him long - Swiss creeping up behind him a few minutes later, looping his arms around Aeon’s waist to nose behind his ear, asking if he was ready to head back. Aeon had hummed, but hadn’t made an effort to move. He’d leaned back into Swiss instead, fingers dancing along a bud that had yet to bloom. In no particular hurry to abandon the beauty laid out before him.

Then Swiss had held up a baggie of prerolls, had kissed his neck, and Aeon decided that stopping to smell the flowers could wait until tomorrow.

Besides, his current view is infinitely more enticing.

“You’re staring,” Swiss lilts, eyes crinkling as he brings the smoldering end of their joint to his lips.

Aeon's sure he's right, but in fairness, how couldn’t he? Swiss is a vision, sitting pretty in his lap in a wide straddle with a hand planted on Aeon’s stomach. The setting sun throws every inch of the other ghoul into such sharp relief; everything from the chips in his curved horns and the strong line of his jaw, to the breadth of his shoulders and the slight softness of his stomach. From the swollen, stiff peaks of the nipples Aeon had spent ages teasing once they’d finally fallen back into bed, to the flushed length of Swiss’ cock where it sits heavy against Aeon’s pale belly. Dribbling sticky fluid into his happy trail with the occasional languid rock of those incredible hips. 

"'Course I am," he replies, loose and relaxed, "you're real nice to look at."

Swiss smiles down at him, washed in warm light that perfectly matches his golden eyes. Eyes that are both blown dark and red rimmed, heavy in a way that makes Aeon throb. He knows Swiss feels it deep inside, can tell by the way his breath stutters and his lids droop. 

Aeon can't stop touching him, talented hands drifting from Swiss' knees to his chest and everywhere in between. Right now he has one on a strong thigh, thumb tracing ticklish half circles that make the muscle there jump. The other sits on Swiss' stomach, kneading gently at the little bit of pudge Swiss holds there. Aeon's obsessed with it always, but high as he is, the feel of it right now is simply exquisite.

"Easy there, kitten," Swiss sighs, his own hand gliding from Aeon's belly up towards his narrow chest. "Don't go bruising the goods." He rubs over a tight pink nipple with a slow thumb and Aeon groans.

"Can't help it," he replies, offering up a stoned smirk. "You're just so…"

Aeon trails off into a sound of faux frustration, grabbing at Swiss' tummy with both hands, digging bony fingers into soft flesh. Swiss laughs, a rich, warm sound that melts into a pleasured moan when Aeon twitches inside him. Swiss moves his hips in a slow circle and they both hiss with it. 

"Fuck, you feel so good," Aeon murmurs, tongue flicking out wet his lips, and Swiss’ only response is a rusty purr.

He’s been sitting like this for a while now, keeping Aeon’s dick nice and warm while they finish off their treat from Mountain. A comforting weight that perfectly complements the fuzziness in his skull and the floatiness of his limbs. Aeon has no complaints about the fact that Swiss hasn't so much as bounced on him, neither of them in any rush to do more than enjoy the slow, luxurious grind. 

Aeon somehow manages to pry his hands from Swiss' belly, settling them on his hips instead and encouraging him to circle them again. Swiss clamps down around him and it sends a wave of warmth through his pelvis so intense that Aeon shudders. Swiss hums his amusement around the joint, sucking down the last of it in one long pull. It's far too much at once, his broad chest puffed up to full capacity by the time he's done, but then Swiss is looking at him with a glimmer on those gorgeous eyes and Aeon really can’t be bothered to worry.

Smoke's already curling from his nostrils when Swiss leans down, dropping the roach into his ashtray before getting both hands on Aeon's shoulders. Settling his weight onto his slight chest and pressing their foreheads together. Aeon's arms snake around him in an instant, and then Swiss' mouth is on his and Aeon's world becomes nothing but scratchy stubble, soft lips and herbal smoke.

He drinks down all he can, licking it from Swiss' mouth and filling his lungs with the sweetest kind of poison. Swiss' tongue against his is heavenly, warm and wet and perfect to suck on when he's too out of breath to continue the kiss. Aeon exhales slowly through his nose while they soak in it, Swiss' nose rubbing against his and his velvety walls quivering in the most delicious way. 

It's a challenge to convince his eyes to open once he's done, but somehow Aeon manages. Cracks lavender eyes no doubt redder than his flushed cheeks. Cheeks that go two shades darker when Aeon finds the other ghoul already watching him with a gentle warmth in his gaze. 

"Now who's starin'?" Aeon teases, voice honey thick, claws trailing over Swiss' back in nonsense patterns. Oh he is very fucked up.

"Is it me?" 

Well, at least Swiss is too.

"'S okay," Aeon assures him, as though Swiss would ever think staring was a problem. "I like when you look at me like that."

"Hmm?" Swiss cocks his head, squeezing at his shoulders. "Like what, starshine?" 

Aeon's lips curl into a smile, one he offers up in a quick peck to Swiss' cheek.

"Like you love me." 

He says it with such ease that it can't be anything but the truth, and despite the glazed look in his eye Aeon can tell that Swiss hears it too. He feels Swiss' cock throb where it's trapped between them, and Aeon hopes that the sticky spot on his stomach has grown larger. 

"Maybe I do." Swiss sounds so goofy, so pleased. "What're you gonna do about it?"

Aeon offers a shrug, looping one arm around Swiss' waist while the other travels south. Coasts over the curve of the other ghoul's ass - Aeon grabs a nice handful, tugs at Swiss' hole a little just to hear him gasp - before slipping over his hip. Fingertips wiggling into the space between their overwarm bodies. 

"Dunno," he answers, his casual tone a stark contrast to the way his greedy fingers worm their way closer to their prIze. "Could make you cum, I guess." 

Aeon finds the slick head of Swiss' cock and sneaks two fingers between it and his own stomach. Massages the frenulum the way he knows Swiss' likes best. He's rewarded with a deep, dark moan, one that sinks into his skin like a tangible thing. 

"Guess so," Swiss says, just a touch more breathless than he was a minute ago. "If you wanted."

Oh, Aeon definitely wants. Stoned as he is, that much is still obvious. He hums, catching the larger ghoul in a kiss that leaves him breathing heavier too.

"Sit up for me," he speaks against Swiss' lips, half into his mustache. "Wanna see you."

Swiss complies with absolutely no urgency, unhurried in the way he pushes himself upright. Relinquishes his grip on Aeon's shoulders to stretch those long arms over his head with a low groan. Aeon could watch him do this for days - could study every line and curve of the other ghoul's body for the rest of his existence and still want more. His admiring gaze travels from the tips of Swiss' fingers, down his arms, his chest, his stomach. When it settles on the swollen length of his cock, flushed dark where it's caged in pale fingers, Aeon can't help the way his own pulses.

Swiss must be so slick inside by now. Aeon can’t help but wonder, if he pulled out right now, if the mess of pre he’s been leaking for the better part of the past half hour would drip right down Swiss’ balls.

Swiss finishes his stretch with a show, running his own large hands down his torso with another roll of his hips, and Aeon sucks air through his teeth. Swiss gives him a devilish grin, hands coming to rest on Aeon's pecs, rosy little nipples pebbled under rough palms. Swiss kneads at him then, but Aeon's the one that purrs. 

"Didn’t you say no bruisin' the goods?" Aeon barely recognizes his own voice for how slurred it is.

"I'm exempt," Swiss tells him, happily pawing at him while his cock throbs in Aeon's grip. Aeon snorts, free hand moving to stroke Swiss' thigh.

"'S'at so?"

"Uh huh," Swiss confirms, catching Aeon's nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He gives them a nice tweak and Aeon yips, an embarrassing little sound that sends a flash of heat through him.

"What a surprise," he tries to deadpan, but the giddiness supplied by the weed makes it come out a bit silly. Swiss sticks out his tongue, and Aeon bites at the air as though he could reach it. 

"What wa'zat about makin' me cum?" 

Lucifer, Swiss sounds good when he's high. Aeon hums like he’s considering the concept, adjusting his hold on Swiss' twitching length. Less of a grip, more of a flat palm pressing it to the finely muscled plane of his stomach. Swiss gasps when he does, rutting forward on instinct and spitting another blurt of pre by Aeon's navel.

"Think you have everything you need to make that happen," Aeon croons, tongue poking out between his fangs. "Go ahead, I'm not stoppin' you."

Swiss groans deep in his chest when his brain processes the words, and then he's grinding again. Hips working in achingly slow rocks and rounds, each one designed to put Aeon's cock exactly where he wants it. Aeon adores the way Swiss' brow creases every time he hits an extra good spot, a beautiful sight that goes straight to his balls. 

"Gonna take a while like this," Swiss huffs, despite the way Aeon can already feel him starting to flutter inside. Not that that’s a problem, there’s already heat starting to coil low in his gut with every move Swiss makes.  

"'S'okay," he coos, the hand on Swiss’ thigh wandering up to nestle in his chest hair. “Jus’ promise you won’t stop if I blow first."

Swiss gurgles, spurts more pre, and Aeon’s content to lose himself in the wet sound of Swiss taking what he needs. There’s nothing he’d rather hear.

[iamthecomet]

mometttttt

can we get some fluffy phantom swiss??

feeling sad and wanting some comfort 🥺

maybe trans phantom dealing with painful cramps and swiss being there and being the amazing boyfriend he is and comforting phantom through the cramps?

Of course, Chase! I'm sorry that you're feeling sad. I hope this helps. Sending you lots of hugs too.

Just under 1k words of Trans!Aeon/Swiss. SFW. Just mentions of period cramps. ♥

Aeon wakes up in agony. Pain lancing through his belly, down his thighs, through his back. He curls in on himself. Knees drawing up tight to his chest. He wraps his arms around them, holds on tight as the wave of pain intensifies. Digs it’s claws in. 

It’s so early. The sun is barely up. Streaking pink into the hotel room. Aeon had hoped for a day to sleep in. For the opportunity to luxuriate in bed next to Swiss on an off day. Peace. Comfort. 

He should have known better than to hope for anything. 

He breathes a little easier as the pain eases. He doesn’t loosen his grip on his legs though. He knows it’ll be back before long, it always is. He thinks about stumbling to the bathroom–at least to make sure he hasn’t made a mess of himself. But it feels impossible. More work than his aching limbs can handle. 

He lays there for awhile, listening to Swiss’ soft snores. Feeling the warmth of him radiating from the other side of the bed. He opens his eyes and looks around the pre-dawn hotel room. Shadowy, still a mess from when they fell into bed last night. Half-eaten room service near the door. Their bags thrown on the other side of the room. Aeon thinks about the medicine stuffed in there. Some tea Mountain made for him that always seems to help. 

He makes a plan. If he’s fast enough he can at least get to the bathroom and grab the tea before the next cramp hits. He can probably just rip the bag open with his teeth and eat the contents right? That will do the same thing? The idea of waiting for hot water from the weird coffee machine is impossible. Besides he barely knows how to work them on a good day. 

Humans really do make everything needlessly complicated. 

He could ask Swiss, but the multighoul is sleeping so soundly next to him, he doesn’t want to disturb him. They’ve been traveling so much, barely sleeping. Aeon doesn’t want to be the reason Swiss doesn’t get enough sleep. 

He starts to push himself up, to uncurl. He gets as far as straightening his legs and pushing the blanket off before it hits him again. He swears he feels it in his bones. Dull insistent fire crawling through his body. He bites his lip until he tastes blood and even that isn’t enough to bury his whimper. 

He bites down on his tail to try to muffle it, but Swiss wakes up anyway. Making a low groggy noise, confused as he rolls towards Aeon’s body. Curled up tight on the edge of the bed. Swiss’ hand is warm and broad on his back. A grounding weight. Swiss eases himself up, folds himself over Aeons’ body to look at him. 

“Bug? You ok?” 

Aeon looks up at him, Swiss’ eyes are sleep lined, barely open. But his dark brows are twisted in concern. The hand is on his hip now, heavy. Solid. Aeon swallows, he intends to nod, to tell Swiss to go back to sleep. But his body betrays him, he shakes his head. 

“Cramps,” he mumbles in explanation. He doesn’t want Swiss to worry–there’s really nothing to worry about. He’s fine. 

He crumples beneath another cramp. Tears pricking at his eyes. He turns enough that he can cling to Swiss. Now that he’s here and awake, Aeon can’t do anything else. He buries his face in Swiss’ chest and inhales the smell of him. Sweat and weed and sandlewood. He closes his eyes tight and tries not to cry as Swiss pulls him close, cradles Aeon’s little body against his. 

Swiss kisses him between his horns, runs a comforting hand up and down his spine. Tangles the other in his hair, runs his fingers through it. He scratches at Aeon’s scalp until Aeon’s body goes lax as the cramp ebbs. 

“What can I do?” Swiss asks, lips brushing over the curve of Aeon’s horn. 

“The tea Mountain made me.” 

“Where is it, baby?” 

“Front pocket of my bag.” 

Swiss untangles himself from Aeon. Aeon lays back on the bed, flat on his back. Tears burning against his cheeks. He hears Swiss rifling around in his bag. Hears the water run. Hears Swiss messing with that weird coffee maker. 

“I hate this,” Aeon says softly. 

“I know.” 

“Just wanted to sleep in with you,” Aeon mumbles, voice cracking. 

The coffee maker hisses, Aeon hears it spit water out into the styrofoam cup. Swiss is back right away. Helping Aeon sit up and pressing the overly hot cup into his hand. The smell of the tea alone makes something in Aeon’s back loosen. 

He sips at it–it’s too hot but he doesn’t care. Doesn’t want to wait any longer. 

“We can still sleep in,” Swiss promises. Leaning over to kiss Aeon’s temple. “Sleep all day if you want.” 

Swiss curls one big arm around Aeon’s waist, pulls him close. The little ghoul leans against him. Eyes closing against another cramp. Swiss takes the cup from him so Aeon doesn’t spill. He presses his lips to the side of Aeon’s head, holds him close as the pain ravages him. 

When it’s done, Swiss hands the cup back to him. “Drink up so we can go back to sleep.” 

“I–” Aeon looks away, lilac blush coloring his cheeks. “I think I should take a shower first..” 

Swiss shrugs, buries his nose in Aeon’s hair and inhales. “Fine. Shower first. Sleep after. All day. No excuses.” 

Aeon turns his head to catch his lips on Swiss. It’s chaste, as easy as breathing. “Too good to me,” Aeon mumbles as he brings the cup back up to his mouth. Swiss grins down at him. “No such thing.” 

[ghoulangerlee]

I wish you’d write a fic where someone gets a little distracted by someone else at dinner, but they have to keep it lowkey of course

anon please accept this offer of Swiss/Aeon

aeon's misusing his magic again to mess with swiss, but swiss isn't complaining much :) mildly mean dom aeon my beloved. this is a game to the two of them even if swiss is like "behave you fiend"

it's mostly suggestive as to what exactly is happening, no actual sex but lowkey Swiss is getting the railing of his life after dinner

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Pack dinners were always few and far in between on tour, either they were too tired to do more than order room service or raid the vending machines of whatever hotel they were staying in or they were shuffled onto the bus to travel to the next city.

In the rarer times, they were able to order takeout to have delivered to their room or bus and they'd sit around and eat together before settling in for the night.

Tonight, however, they were able to find the time to settle down for a proper dinner tonight, a little hole in the wall place somewhere in the south of the US; Swiss didn't really know the name of it, nor did he really care.

It wasn't the best, the table they were at was located back near the entrance to the kitchen, two smaller ones shoved together and the lights sort of flickered and cast a shadow over the entire area, but there were drinks and food and his pack surrounding him, all buzzing from the adrenaline of a good show so he was happy. He was content.

Down the table a bit, Copia was talking loudly with Dew and Cumulus, sharing a tidbit about something he'd seen before the show that the others had missed and Cirrus, who was leaned tiredly against Cumulus's shoulder kept interjecting to ask him questions to rile him up, his face going a bit pink as adrenaline and the cheap wine started to get to him.

It was pretty cute and Swiss wouldn't be surprised if Copia cut the dinner short to duke it out with Cirrus somewhere more private.

He picks his drink up and takes a long sip of it, he's alternating between a coke and a glass of water, trying to hydrate himself properly after sweating so much for the last several hours; as he places it down, there's a gust of something cold against his ankle.

Swiss glances around the restaurant, the air conditioning in this place wasn't the best, and it definitely wasn't blowing under the table, and maybe just maybe he was just tired and ready to sleep off the exhaustion of a full day, maybe he was just imagining the curl of something cold around his ankle.

It happens again when he goes to pick up his fork, this time higher, curling around his calf oh so carefully, tickling the skin there for a moment as it travels higher, becomes almost tangible against his skin.

He presses his lips together and looks around the table, his eyes flitting between each of his packmates, none of them really paying attention to him and he frowns a little, wondering what could be causing the—

Aeon's grinning at him from across the table, his chin resting on his palm, in his other hand he holds a fork, casually twirling some spaghetti around it and when he notices Swiss looking at him, he winks.

Swiss narrows his eyes at Aeon, bares his teeth at him as that cold, creeping magic works its way further up his leg, settling against his inner thigh and he clenches his hand around the fork, mouthing a behave at him.

Aeon raises an eyebrow at him, a defiant look on his face as he watches Swiss, lifting his fork up to his mouth to take a bite of his spaghetti.

When Aeon tilts his head, Swiss feels the magic squeeze tight around his thigh—it's cold enough to make him shiver, his own hand shaking just a little bit as he tries to ignore it, scooping up a small amount of mashed potatoes on his fork. He's not really too interested in the food right now, not when Aeon's giving him that look the one that promises things later on once they're alone.

"Hey Swiss, you okay?" Mountain's voice pulls him from his thoughts and he startles a bit, looking away from the maddening swirl of violet in Aeon's eyes.

"Wh-huh?" Swiss asks, already feeling a little light headed as Aeon's magic settles around him, "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired. I think after we leave here I'm gonna turn in for the night."

Mountain gives him a look, one that says he's not buying it, but he doesn't push and goes back to eating, drawn back into a conversation with Aurora and Rain.

Swiss's eyes cut over to Aeon again and he glares at him, bares his teeth once more before chewing through an overcooked piece of steak, trying his best to ignore the way the magic seems to cover him like a blanket, a cold and stinging sensation teasing both of his nipples—the touch feeling like fingers plucking at them until they're both sore and overstimulated.

Sometime between the magic settling against his chest and it teasing and touching across his skin oh so carelessly, Swiss forgets that he's supposed to be putting up a fight, hunching a bit as he leans into the touch, burying his face in both of his hands, muffling a moan into a fake yawn that doesn't sound very convincing even to his own ears.

Careful baby, you might let on what's happening to you Aeon's voice echoes in his mind, teasing and warm, We can't have them knowing that I'm playing with you like this, can we?

Swiss doesn't deem that good enough to reply to, he just focuses on keeping his breathing even enough to look as if he's taking a short nap, closing his eyes for a bit to rest them while the rest of the pack finish up their meals.

He thinks he hears Dew say something about dessert and briefly wonders if he could just shift into his more demonic true form now to ruin the dinner and get them out of here faster.

"I think dessert is a lovely idea," Copia says, his voice a little slurred from too much wine, "Something sweet to end the night, we've got time, we're not due to our next location for a few days anyway."

Swiss chances a glance up to where Copia's seated, leaning heavily against Dew as the two of them share a menu, perusing over the desserts and he has to bite his tongue hard when the magic teasing at his nipples twists around them, pinching hard enough to make him jump.

"Let's have a nice night together," Copia continues, completely oblivious to Swiss's current predicament, "It's not often we're able to enjoy a meal together like this while traveling, so let's make the most of it, yeah?"

Around the table, there's cheering coming from the rest of the ghouls, even Aeon sticks two fingers into his mouth and blows out a whistle loud enough to make a few of the other tables look at them.

Looks like you'll have to be good for a bit longer, baby, Aeon coos softly into his mind, oh so sweet and saccharine. There's a hint of steel in his voice and something in Swiss yearns for it, to be good, to do good for Aeon.

Yes sir, Swiss finally answers back, though he feels every single nerve in his body is alight. I'll be good.

[genderlessghoul]

I've been wanting to do this post for a while now so here is EVERYTHING I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT THE GHOULS' IMPERA COSTUMES.

Buckle up because I have a LOT to say about those, this is gonna be a very long one.

The costumes were designed by B Åkerlund, a Swedish costume designer who's worked with Ghost since at least Meliora (that's as far back as I was willing to scroll on her Instagram page lol). B Åkerlund has also worked for many other musical artists such as Lady Gaga, Beyoncé, Madonna, the Rolling Stones, Ozzy Osborne, Blink 182 and Hollywood Undead (information from her own website)

The masks were made by Bob Basset, a visual artists who works a lot with leather. I find his work fascinating, you can look him up on Instagram (nsfw warning, there's a few naked ladies).

Fun fact! The horns are real cow horns. That's the reason some of them have gold tips, to hide the imperfections that come with working with actual horns.

He does have a shop where he sells his items, there's a mask there very similar to the Impera ones. You can also buy Papa's batwings if you happen to have 2500$ lying around!

The jackets are made on the same model as one of Papa's. The back is decorated with a spine-like design made from leather and cording. It's adorned with a few of our classic Impera buttons. Some of the hems were left raw and some deliberate weathering was done to make it look old and worn.

Fun fact! The shoulder pieces are not sewn into the garment, I would assume for easier cleaning. I don't know if they're held by strong magnets or snap buttons.

The vest (my beloved 😩) is made from flocked velvet in a paisley pattern, the front hems embellished with satin piping. It closes in the front with custom metal clasps that are riveted into the garment. The D parts are attached with what seems to me like wide elastic, which would lessen the pression on the clasps when moving around a lot. The back is made from two different types of fabric, I'd have to touch it to be able to tell you what they are. I assume the panels closer to the sides have some mild stretch to them. The top of the shoulders are decorated with Impera grucifix patches.

The shirts were not custom made for the ghouls, altho they were altered. The original shirt in the vintage painter linen shirt from Punk Rave and it is still being sold. Some of the cuffs were altered, removing the ruffles for some of the ghouls, but not all. They were removed for Dew, Mountain and Phantom, Aether's didn't have them either. As far as I can tell, all the ghoulettes still have them.

An unfinished piece of linen serves as an ascot, that piece is decorated with a metal devil skull. The colour of the skull doesn't appear to be consistent between each ghoul, Dew's looks gold almost bronze while Phantom's is a silver-like colour.

Another modification is the buttons, a small portion of them were removed in favor of our Impera buttons. Some of the ghouls have more buttons replaced than others, which is still a mystery to me.

The pants are called Jodhpurs, they were invented in the 1800s as horse riding pants. The wide part at the hips and thighs allowing for better movement. The ones the ghouls wear don't reach all the way to their ankles, they stop a bit past the calf muscle, hidden by the boots. (Yes, the ghouls are effectively wearing capri pants)

The boots are motorcycle riding boots, decorated by a grucifix. Like the shirt, they can still be bought online through the All American Boots website, altho the price tag is... Headache inducing to say the least.

The cape is a piece of costume that was only briefly worn on stage by the ghouls, Aurora being the only one who still wears one. I would assume it gets in the way of playing very easily. The cape itself is made of two fabrics, a light blue satin and a dark grey suede. The two pieces are not sewn together at the bottom, they move freely from each other. The cape is attached on the left shoulder with a harness piece that has one strap across the chest, decorated with a metal buckle, and one under the armpit.

Aight that's it for me, have a nice day byyyyye!!

[deadskink]

Slapping a sign on Swiss and Phantom that says CAUTION: DO NOT SEPARATE

[ghuleh-recs]

i’m just gonna leave this here.

video by ghoulf4ngz

[floating-goblin-art]

*slides in with two mugs of tea and a box of biscuits and hands you one of the mugs*

what about swisstom with b for the characters and pose thing if your heart so desires? :D

*offers you biscuits from the box* hihi

biscuits, tea, AND swisstom? you're spoiling me

[thelampisaflashlight]

Swiss, in his nature documentary voice, observing Aeon: "The young ghoul enters the den, seeking a place to rest and recover from the night's hunt." Aeon, bleary eyed and grumpy: -hungover from the party they threw in the woods last night- Swiss: "Hoping to find a comfortable perch to settle upon, the ghoul scopes out his surroundings, but finds, to his dismay, that the most comfortable spot has been taken up by an elder male." Dew, laying on the couch: -passed out with the tv remote in his hand- Swiss: "Though smaller in size then the younger ghoul, the elder male is incredibly territorial, and will wake easily if disturbed, grumbling something about how he's 'watching that' should anyone attempt to remove the object in his possession." Aeon, looking over the back of the couch at Dew: -sticking his leg over and stepping onto the space between Dew and the cushions- Swiss, watching closely: "A bold move, what does he hope to accomplish?" Aeon, maneuvering over: -sits down on Dew and then leans forward until his head is in the crux of Dew's neck- Swiss, blinking: "Huh." Dew, waking up from the sudden weight on his body: "...Don't touch the remote... I'll kill you..." Aeon: -loud purring- Dew, wraps his arms around Aeon, still clinging to the remote: -goes back to sleep- Swiss: "...What."

[st-danger]

Hello hello!

Penny for your thoughts on predator Aeon?

Ohhhhh here have some headcanons!

Aeon is very much a playful sort of ghoul. Likes to tease. Likes to have fun.

Likes to hunt.

Aether doesn't enjoy being chased. Mountain would rather do the chasing. Rain gets nervous, always, makes too many mistakes trying to get away and hide, so it's not as much of a challenge as Aeon would like.

Dew's a slippery one. Fast, incredibly graceful. Whereas Rain is almost guaranteed to trip on a tree branch or some detritus in the forest, Dew doesn't have that issue. What he does have, however, is a shocking lack of awareness when it comes to the feeling of quintessence; you'd think that for as often as he and Aether use that for the most unwholesome of purposes, he'd be a little more attuned to the feeling of magick prickling his skin. Aeon chalks it up to the way the adrenaline from being chased takes centre stage.

Regardless of why he's caught of guard by it every time, he is, and Aeon finds few things more delicious than getting into Dew's head. Rearranging what he sees. What he feels. Just enough warping of reality to confuse. Easy enough to make the forest seem darker. Easy enough to make it sound like there are footsteps from many directions. So easy to make him feel a phantom breath on the back of his neck to make him whip around to face nothing at all. Dew considers it cheating, always gets the most enticing drip of panic from his cursing when he realizes he's being toyed with.

All that adrenaline and will to fight and it never gets him anywhere for long. Sometimes he finishes the hunt quickly, other times he waits until Dew is panting and utterly exhausted, holds the back of his neck and fucks him into the forest floor with little ceremony. Shoves his face into Dew's armpit and smells him when he's sweaty.

Swiss is the other favourite.

Swiss feels the quintessence, and given that he's got a bit of his own threaded through him, it's easier for him to recognize and parse through what's real and what's simply being suggested. He's not immune, but it evens the playing field more.

To Aeon's delight, Swiss is a fighter. Aeon has to work hard to keep up with him, and work even harder to take him down. It's less playing with his victim and more of an actual struggle. Swiss is a lot stronger than he is, and there are only so many shadows for Aeon to hide in before he has to step out of them to finish the job.

The best thing he can do is draw it out.

Create a sense of dread. Wait. Get close enough to him, and give him an out because the sight of Swiss running from him, trying to escape him, gets him blindingly hard. Swiss is good about smelling like fear, too. It might be a game, but he can't stop the natural reaction being hunted elicits. Dew smells of panic, Swiss smells like fear. Aeon could asphyxiate himself on both.

Swiss fights. Aeon laughs and claws and shoves and bites, and Swiss will grab his hair. Slap him if he can.

The thing about hunting Swiss that Aeon likes best is that he doesn't always win.

It's a toss up if Swiss throws him down hard, pins him under thick thighs and wraps a hand around his throat, squeezing just enough to make his eyes grow big, make him struggle. Grinding down onto him, making sure Aeon can feel how hard he is. Demands Aeon open his mouth and show him that little pink tongue so he can spit on it and laugh at him with his legs kick uselessly under him. Tells him in a low, dangerous voice, better luck next time, kiddo.

[pr3ttywh1tejaws]

swiss teasing phantom while he tries to fix his guitar

another phantom cat moment for the books, might i say

source

[blazefire2012]

VeloVixen on Reddit posted this moment between Swiss and Aeon and I've been squealing since

[iamthecomet]

comet today i am thinking about aeon being on laundry duty and being overwhelmed with the utter buffet of used underwear that's set before him

and he can just sit there and bury his face into them for as long as he likes

he simply can't help himself when they smell so fucking good

i think his favorites are definitely stage-worn underwear because they're soaked in sweat (mountain might be his absolute favorite because wow he sweats so much and sidenote aeon would really like to lick all that sweat off him he just hasn't mustered up the courage to ask yet)

he definitely keeps volunteering to do laundry though

i think perhaps swiss found out one day when he was bringing something down to the laundry room and found aeon lost in the sauce with panties on his face and well that was just too adorable to put a stop to

and maybe swiss starts wearing each pair of underwear for a little longer, maybe wears panties that he doesn't show anyone but knows aeon will find, maybe even tries to get the other ghouls to cum in their pants more often so aeon has plenty to choose from

sometimes a particularly well-worn pair of underwear goes missing from the laundry and well, that's just the nature of laundry machines, right? at least that's what aeon tells the others

swiss is happy to keep the secret and indulge him for a while, but he keeps it in his back pocket, ready for whenever aeon needs a little degradation

perhaps he finds aeon's stash of favorites and gags aeon with a pair since he likes them so much

perhaps he makes aeon wear someone else's dirty underwear for a day, makes him cum in them as well

aeon is happy to obey

-🐌

Jesus. FUCK. God Aeon's a nasty little freak (pos). You know he's sitting in the laundry room with someone's underwear pressed over his face, nose buried in it, fabric sucked into his mouth. Dick in his free hand. That's how Swiss finds him. And I think Swiss stands there and watches for a while. Watches Aeon blow it all before he clears his throat. Or maybe doesn't announce himself at all. Just tucks it away, keeps it for himself for a while. Goes back to his room and jerks off about it. Bet he lets Aeon know he knows with some subtle comment in front of the pack that makes Aeon freeze up. Eyes doe-wide as he turns to head to look at the shit eating grin on Swiss' face. FUCK. Oh, when he's really got it out for Aeon he makes Aeon go to his stash and pick his favorite. Those are the ones he gags Aeon with. If we all thought Aeon was a minute man before--just wait until Swiss starts in with this shit.

[ethereal-maniac]

The Ghouls In Heat HC's

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

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

let me know if their's any more 😅

SODO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

biting any accessible skin at all times.

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SWISS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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PHANTOM

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he gets smoochy and smooshes against you like a cat.

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

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

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AETHER

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

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

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

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

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

plugs are his saviour during this time.

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

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

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

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

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RAIN

oh my sweet water ghoul.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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MOUNTAIN

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he fucks you with PASSION, like a beast.

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

He’s affectionately primal when he fucks you.

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

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

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

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CIRRUS

She gets crazy dominant during her heats.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her and only her.

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

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CUMULUS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[rosecoloredmax]

lil swiss phantom redraw thing

[helcef]

Phantoms

Bit peeved these dont match but i dont feel like posting separately