#for hypnone 💚

[themidnightghoul]

Take a Bite

Swiss has only one thing on his mind: sinking his teeth into a certain Earth Ghoul.

Rating: Explicit (MDNI 18+ seriously I mean it) Word Count: 1757

This was written for @hypnoneghoul because his love for SwissAlps made me want to write about them 🖤

Read on AO3 or below!

It was like the worst kind of torture, being so close to him but unable to do anything. Swiss had to watch him all night from his stage and somehow act like he wasn’t dying to sink his teeth into every inch of the Earth Ghoul that was right fucking there. Watching the way he threw everything into his drums, the way he gripped the sticks with his hands (Satanas those hands would be his downfall), the sweat pouring off of him. Mountain was perfect in every way and Swiss wanted nothing more than to take a bite out of him as soon as he could. He didn’t know what had gotten into him, why he wanted to feel his teeth sink into his flesh, but he needed it more than air and it was the only thing he could focus on right now.

All Ritual long he was stealing glances at Mountain, throwing him his thousand watt smile and tilting his head. Eventually Mountain caught on and Swiss would occasionally catch him biting at his lip, flashing a glimpse of his fangs, running his hands up and down his thighs when he had a moment to rest. Swiss felt like he was on fire, burning from the inside out. He took it out on everything except for the Ghoul he wanted between his teeth the most. When the buildup became too much, he jumped off his stage and stomped across to Dew, toying around with him during Watcher in the Sky. On his way back, he took the path that went behind Mountain’s kit and quickly snuck up to him, tickling at his waist, and then made his way back to his stage. For now, he was sated, but it wouldn’t last long.

Once the final song was finished and Mountain was able to climb down from his platform, Swiss practically pounced on the giant. He hugged him, his arms immediately wrapping around his waist and squeezing, and inhaled his scent. Even through his sweat soaked clothes, which Swiss found himself gently gnawing at as he hugged him, he could smell dirt, moss, pine trees, fresh air, all of the scents that enveloped the Earth Ghoul and made him him. It was like taking a walk through a forest every time that scent washed over Swiss and he never wanted to leave. 

Through final bows, Swiss was glued to his side, and as they made their way off the stage for the final time, he refused to let go of Mountain’s hand. He dragged him away, practically sprinting back to the dressing room. The others chatted amongst themselves, pretending like they didn’t notice how Swiss’ desire was practically drowning them with how strong it was tonight. No one even jokingly made a pass at Mountain with how Swiss had been acting, content to pair off with each other and leave the two of them to themselves. Swiss changed quickly, throwing on sweatpants and a hoodie and keeping his eyes trained on Mountain the entire time. He audibly groaned watching him undress and change into his after show clothing, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he waited around for the rest of the pack to be ready to head to the van. 

The ride to the hotel felt like it took far too long. Swiss sat next to Mountain, who was running his fingertips across the top of his head, occasionally scratching the space that would be between his horns if they weren’t all still glamoured. Everyone laughed, talked about the Ritual, but all Swiss could focus on was Mountain and how he was going to devour him as soon as their hotel room door was shut. 

“Just a bit longer, Spark. You’re being so good,” he whispered, and Swiss thought he was going to die on the spot from those words alone.

Once they were in the hotel lobby and the keys had been passed out by Papa, his usual speech about behaving and not causing any issues given, the Ghouls all piled into the elevator to head to their respective floors. Swiss hadn’t let go of Mountain, burying his head in his chest and just breathing in his scent to try and keep himself calm. The elevator ride was mercifully quick and when they hit their floor and stepped out, it was Mountain’s turn to drag Swiss along as he walked toward their room for the night, the Multi-Ghoul feeling like he was high off of the scent he had been breathing in.

“Have fun you two,” Dew called out, saluting the two Ghouls as he dipped into his and Rain’s shared room.

Swiss just flung up his middle finger as he fumbled his way through unlocking the door and kicking it open, stepping inside with Mountain right behind him. The door to the hotel room was barely shut and their bags were still in hand but Swiss was already all over Mountain. He was all hands, claws, teeth, desperately grabbing and pulling at Mountain’s clothes to get them off as soon as he could.

“Need you, Mount. Please,” he begged, pleaded, swore to Lucifer himself that he would do anything just to have his Earth Ghoul now.

Mountain effortlessly picked Swiss up, making him feel small which was an unusual feeling for him, and walked over to the bed. Swiss nipped at any open skin that he could reach with Mountain just chuckling at how needy the Multi-Ghoul was.

“What is it with you tonight, Spark?” He sat down on the edge of the bed, holding Swiss in his lap as he continued to pull at his shirt, grumbling when Mountain dropped his glamour halfway through pulling it off of his head and it got caught on one of his horns. “You’re so cute when you’re grumpy, you know.” He gently pressed a kiss to the end of Swiss’ nose and watched as his glamour melted away.

“Cut it out, Mount,” he chuckled, his cheeks darkening at Mountain’s compliment. “I just…I don’t fucking know, don’t ask, just take your clothes off.” 

Mountain, rolling his eyes, ran his hands up the back of Swiss’ shirt, claws dragging back down his skin. “You’re insatiable, Swiss. We have all night,” he whispered, leaning in to run his fangs along Swiss’ pulse point. 

Swiss whined, a needy and pathetic noise that made Mountain smile. “Fucking hells, just let me-“ He was cut off by the feeling of Mountain sinking his teeth into his shoulder and he felt his cock kick in his sweatpants. The strangled sounds that escaped his throat only seemed to urge the Earth Ghoul on, his teeth shifting while still buried in Swiss’ skin. It took more effort than he could fathom to not immediately make a mess of himself and he had no idea how he managed to hold his shit together.

When he finally pulled away, gently licking at the puncture marks, Swiss was fuzzy headed and grinning like an idiot. “Already falling apart, are we?” Mountain chuckled and drug his teeth across the bite again which, mercifully, made Swiss come to his senses. 

Swiss growled, pushing Mountain down onto the bed and holding his hands above his head. “I’ve been waiting all fucking night to get you under me, Dirt Boy. Sit. Still. Behave.” His voice was a low rumble, that of a predator finally locking on to its prey. He nosed behind Mountain’s ear, let his tongue run down the vein on his throat that he loved so much, felt his fangs dripping with anticipation. As he inhaled Mountain’s earthy scent, he felt him squirm beneath him and he growled again. “Don’t move, Petal. Let me have this. You have no idea how much I need this.”

Mountain behaves, stays still, keeps his arms where Swiss had them held down so that his own hands are free to drift up and down his chest, his waist, his hips, digging his fingertips in hard enough to leave bruises that he’ll see for days. When Swiss finally had his fill, scenting him enough to where no one will be able to mistake who marked up the Earth Ghoul, he sat back and looked down at him for a moment. He wasn’t prepared for Mountain to tilt his head ever so slightly and grin at him and it made his breath catch. “Go on, Spark,” he whispered and turned his head fully to the side, baring his throat to the Multi-Ghoul.

Any resolve that Swiss had pretended he still held vanished and he immediately bared his fangs and latched on to Mountain’s throat. He punctured the skin effortlessly, like it was nothing more than paper, and wiggled his jaw as he tried to get the best hold. Mountain stayed as still as he could but the sounds he let out underneath Swiss only served to encourage the Multi-Ghoul to bite harder, deeper, ensuring his mark would be permanent. Swiss moved his hands everywhere on Mountain that he could get ahold of, less with the desire to leave bruises and more with a need to just feelhim. 

Seconds, minutes, neither Ghoul could tell how long had passed before Swiss removed his teeth from Mountain’s neck, lapping the blood that flowed from the deep puncture marks. He kissed the dark and swollen skin around the bite gently, smirking when Mountain would hiss from the pain. 

“You look so pretty with my teeth marks on you, Petal,” Swiss whispered against his skin as he continued to kiss, moving from the bite to the front of his neck, down and across his chest. He left less intrusive bite marks, these more intended to be playful, akin to decorations. Moving down from his chest to his stomach, his hips, nipping and marking as he moved. He would alter between leaving teeth marks in the skin to sucking pretty bruises, kissing each mark he made. Sitting back on Mountain’s legs, he admired his work.

Mountain’s eyes were glazed over, fluttering open and closed occasionally. His beautiful grey skin was covered in Swiss’ marks and he looked like a beautiful piece of art. Swiss took his fingertips and moved them along Mountain’s skin. As gentle as he was, Mountain let out soft whimpers each time he made contact with a mark, his hips rolling up against Swiss’ body as he desperately searched for any sort of contact.

“Oh Mount, who’s falling apart now?” Swiss chuckled as he bent back over, fangs itching to sink back into skin.

[themidnightghoul]

The Scars Remind Us

The other day, @hypnoneghoul made a post about a HC regarding Dew’s arm veins. It sat in my brain for a bit and I finally sat down to write out a quick little thing about them!

Enjoy! 💙

His arms were itchy again. It was difficult trying to ignore it, the phantom itch that was somehow always present. It got worse during Rituals when his sleeves covered up his forearms and he couldn’t do anything about them. If he itched them, he’d draw attention to them, and that’s the last thing he wanted. So he’d ignore it as best he could, play through the Ritual and keep his focus on anything else except how bad his forearms itched.

But every time the fabric of the long sleeved shirt moved against the scars, he winced. Whenever one of the others would brush up against his arms as they moved around each other, he would draw away just the slightest bit. If his guitar somehow managed to hit his forearms at any point, he’d have to suppress a sob at the feeling. He knew that the fans went insane over his hands, the veins in them always prominent when he would play, and that never bothered him as much. But when he’d see photos or videos of himself during Rituals and his forearms were visible? He hated it. The fans all thought they were just arm veins and would go on and on about them, just like his hands, but they weren’t veins at all.

When Dew went through the transformation from Water to Fire, he lost all of the things that made him him. His former Element was quite literally burned away to make room for his new more volatile Element. The gills on his neck and ribs melted and sealed shut, the scars becoming less visible as the years went on but still noticeable. And on his forearms, where his beautiful fins once were? Two long lines, easily mistaken for veins. A permanent and ever visible reminder of what he had lost, what he had given up, to become who he was now.

Rain would kiss them after each Ritual, gently removing his shirt and pressing his lips down each scar slowly. He would whisper how beautiful he was, how much he loved him, scars and all. Rain understood the pain that Dew felt better than anyone else did and he swore to spend the rest of their existence showing Dew just how incredible he was no matter what he looked like. It helped, Dew would never deny that, but it was like picking at scabs as a wound healed. When Rain finished, he would rub lotion on the scars, slip his hoodie over Dew’s body, and hold him until they fell asleep together.

Dew hated his scars but without them, he’d never have Rain. and had decided long ago that he could live with a few scars on his body if it meant that he would always have his Water Ghoul to kiss them better.

[themidnightghoul]

Midnight returns to their SwissAlps fic before losing focus again

I’ve been working on this for like three days now as a surprise for @hypnoneghoul but I can’t resist sharing a teaser 👀