blake-1030

[blake-1030]

I’m in love

iris

A/N: originally on ao3 Iris - Chapter 1 - hiraethnefarious, lilsmutqueen - Ghost (Sweden Band) [Archive of Our Own]

Dewdrop nearly trips over Phantom when he tries to make his way to the tour bus bathroom at 3am. He should have turned on a light. But he’s a toughened fire ghoul- dammit- he can find his way to the bathroom fine without help. 

Or so he thought. 

“What the-“ he squeaks as his foot catches on the quintessence ghoul’s outstretched leg, and he feels Phantom recoil in on himself like a cat. It’s so dark in the tour bus that all he can really see is Phantom’s huge, watery, violet eyes. 

Dew sighs and reaches over to sort of pat the area where Phantom’s head is. 

“Why are you up this late, kid?” Dew asks gently as he can. 

Phantom can only look at the bunk, with the curtain closed, with their resident water ghoul resting, but soft sobs and pants fill the air. “Rain is crying again,”

Dew frowns, also hating the noises. “Yeah, I know.”

Phantom wide, violet eyes are tearing up. “I don’t like it.” He says bluntly. 

Dew can only nod. “Yeah… bug, I don’t either. I hate hearing him like that,”

Phantom states at the curtain- then at Dewdrop. “Can I stop it?”

“Ugh.. not unless he asks you yet. It’s okay- I think Mountain is with him right now,” Dew states, judging by the two tails curled around each other, slipping out of the bunk. One comes up and slaps him gently on the chin- as if to make him quiet. Definitely Mountain.

“Fucking ouch,” Dew grumbles and holds his cheek, before getting the hint and leaving. “Here come sleep with me,” Dew says to Phantom, and wraps an arm around the younger ghoul, half hauling him to the bunk. They can all be a cuddly group- but Phantom especially. And especially with him. It makes Dew happy; he remembers he was the same way with Aether- who seemed to never know a minute rest when Dewdrop was constantly at his side. 

Phantom waits for Dew to slide in first then he crawls in, tucking his body around the fire ghoul- nearly purring immediately and relishing the heat that radiates off Dewdrop. 

Phantom actually adores cuddling with Rain- even though Rain was a little standoffish, when the young ghoul was summoned. It’s not Phantom’s fault… none of them were good with change and not having Aether was hard. 

But Phantom seemed to spark such an innocent joy, that no one could avoid him for that long. Soon- they were all over Phantom. Well- they’re all over each other, all the time, it just sort of happens when ghouls are in a sort of pack like this. Everyone fucks everyone and everyone loves everyone. Some ghouls just love a bit more. 

Rain has been known to seek out the young ghoul- sometimes just flopping on him in bunks or in his room- and Phantom curls around him like a little, happy, koala. Which is why Phantom hates hearing him crying. 

“Why is he crying?” Phantom asks Dew. 

Dew quiets for a second and thinks, not exactly sure how to explain it. He’s not always the best with words. He can’t really just say; Oh don’t worry- basically he turns into a rabid sex monster for a week and his body is preparing for him that and it hurts him a lot and no one really knows why and he fucks all of us until we literally can’t move. 

No. Be more eloquent than that, Dew- he internally scolds himself. Phantom has never seen this before- he doesn’t understand why his treasured water ghoul is hurting and no one can fix him. 

“Ugh… basically. Um. Do you remember what Swiss was like two weeks ago?” Dew asks Phantom. Phantom nods, and a faint blush appears on his rosy cheeks- as he remembers having Swiss basically tackle him and they fucked for hours- while Dew and Mountain were catching their breaths in the same room. “That’s what is going to happen to Rain- but it’s just… hurts him more preparing for it,”’

“Why?” Phantom scowls at the thought of Rain hurting. 

Dew can only shrug. “Everyone is different I suppose. Bodies and magic work differently in each form,” at Phantom’s still worried, wide eyes, Dew runs his fingers across the ghoul’s pretty jaw, smiling fondly at the sweet boy. “He’ll be okay- he just needs a few knots and he’ll be fine,” Dew jokes. 

Phantom leans into his hand but knits his brows together. “What’s a knot?”

Ah, crap. 

Dew stiffens. Shit. Phantom has never been knotted before. He forgot. Almost everyone wants to do it to him- but they’re waiting for him to decide who he wants to do it with for the first time. 

“Ugh… knot is … um… okay- special? It’s still… fucking just you get stuck together after.” 

Swiss- who Dew swore was asleep- can barely contain himself in the bunk above and pokes his head down into the curtain at Phantom and Dew. Aurora grumbles as he jostles her in the bunk. 

“Jesus Christ , Dewdrop! Couldn’t you be a bit more romantic describing the beautiful experience that is knotting with someone you love?!”

Dew rolls his eyes and swats at Swiss angrily with his tail. “Oh, fuck off.” 

Phantom stares at them. “… stuck together?”

Dew swears cheeks burn- more so than normal- for the fire ghoul. “Yeah- ugh. You’ll understand more when it happens to you,” he stutters and Phantom doesn’t push him anymore. He just stares at Dew with beautiful, big amethyst eyes. 

When Phantom speaks again- his voice is so quiet, Dew can barely hear him. “Will that happen to me? Hurting… like Rain?”

Dew doubts that. If Phantom was going to go feral or rabid or in heat, he would have done it by now. 

“Nah, bug. I think you’re good.” Dew says fondly and ruffles his hair. Phantom curls up and tucks his face into the crook of his neck, purring. 

“Promise?” Phantom asks, looking at him with wide, purple eyes that makes Dew’s insides feel like they flipped. He really is so pretty. 

“Yeah, yeah, promise,” Dew affirms. 

They stay like that for a few minutes. Phantom seems so genuinely worried for Rain- but then he starts to relax and purr. A while later, once there is only calm breathing filling the tour bus, Dew is almost surprised when he feels Phantom’s erection tenting his pants and he has to bite back a laugh and endeared smile spreads over his face. He can’t fix Phantom's sad eyes- but he can make him feel good, right? He likes to think he’s good at that. 

Dew glances up, hearing Swiss’s snores, and Aurora’s steady breaths. Phantom is already pawing at him, pressing needing kisses to the fire ghoul’s neck. Dew carefully maneuvers him, so Phantom is lying under him. Hell– He’s pretty. So pretty. 

“Be quiet, kid, I’ll take care of you—,” his fingers curl around Phantom’s needy erection and the boy jerks against him, breath coming out erratically as he bites his lip to keep himself quiet. 

And then Dewdrop jacks him, hard and fast, and Phantom is unsure if his can remain quiet. Dew is often gentle; but getting off hard is sometimes what Phantom craves and Dew seems to always know when that is. 

Dewdrop’s hand feels a million times better than his own and he was already so, so close being so close to Dew. He really loves the fire ghoul. 

“ Dew ,” he groans, gasping in pleasure when Dewdrop’s head dips down and nips at the junction of his neck, biting down but not hard enough to leave any evidence. The fire ghoul grins against his skin, soaking in all the beautiful sounds he’s making.

“God, baby, you sound so fucking good,” he growls, resisting the urge to grind his hips up against him. He’s not going to “Can you come for me?”

“Shit—Dew— I—,” he pants, legs beginning to shake, his eyes glowing a bright amethyst, and he presses more of his body against Dewdrop to steady himself. 

Purposefully Dewdrop drags his thumb over the head of Phantom’s cock, rubbing into the sensitive slit, and Phantom nearly loses it.

“Dew—!” It almost physically hurts Dew to have to cover the boy's mouth; but he can’t risk waking anyone else up. Or … giving them more fuel to torture him with if they’re already listening. 

“Come for me, baby,” Dewdrop growls, lowly, into Phantom's ear. It’s the last push Phantom needed, mouth opens in a nearly silently scream under Dew’s hand as he finally reaches his orgasm. His eyes roll into his head and Dew nearly loses his goddamn mind. God, this kid is unreal. 

After Phantom finally regulates his breathing- Dew kisses him, slowly, before getting ready to clean him up. 

From the above bunk- Swiss snickers. “That wasn’t a knot!” 

✧.*

In unison- from both Mountain and Dewdrop in their respective bunks- a glorious “Shut the FUCK up!” Rings out in the air. 

In Rain’s bunk- he is nearly curled around Mountain, also panting, and sweating, but not for the same reason as Phantom. Normally Mountain loved seeing him doing that- but not the time. It’s not because of pleasure, that Rain is doing this, it’s because of the unbridled pain he is in. Mountain grimaces and pulls the water ghoul closer to his chest. 

Sure- some of them get… ugh. Well there’s no good way to describe it. Feral, heat.. whatever you want it to be called. Swiss and Cumulus are known to be nearly rabid when it hits them every few months. 

It’s just Rain’s lead up to is always so painful for him. Waves of cramps and fevers rack his body- and especially when they’re on the road with no big bodies of water in sight- it’s difficult for the water ghoul to find any sort of comfort. 

Rain has his face scrunched up; more sweat, and more water, dripping out of his body. Mountain slowly maneuvers around him to fish out his phone - seeing if there were any bodies of water close to them. He has no shame in asking the bus driver to stop and throwing (or gently laying, whichever is more efficient) Rain into water so at least he could have some of his element close to him; but Mountain can only scowl- no water in sight. Just trees and hills. Great for Mountain, awful for Rain.

“I wish I could take you home to the abbey, baby,” Mountain sighs and rubs Rain’s back. 

Rain only grimaces. “Can’t… show,”

Mountain sneers. “Fuck the show. You’re in pain. And I hate it.” But he has to hold a certain resolve, if not for him then for Rain’s sake, since he will only be worse if he thinks Mountain is upset with him. Which of course he isn’t; but the water ghoul isn’t exactly thinking clearly right now. “Okay… just… let me know if you need anything?” Mountain says softly as Rain curls up in his chest- humming in response. 

Somehow- in amazing strength- Rain played the show the next day, without much difference. He was definitely not as mobile as normal- but his skill was still out of this world. Only a few times did he have to duck behind the drum set, behind Mountain, to curse and double over as waves of pain hit him with unrelenting vigor. 

The entire night; Phantom was close to him, barely letting Rain out of his sight for a second. Sometimes; Rain even leaned on him to keep him upright. The fans went insane. 

Inwardly; Phantom was crying because Rain was in so much pain. 

Finally- it's time to go back to the hotel they’re blissfully staying at for two nights- with no show tomorrow. 

It still feels like shit for Rain. But at least there’s a bed and a bathtub. 

On the bus ride there; Rain stayed curled up on Phantom, something about the ghoul makes him feel calm. The rest of them watch closely, as if to jump if they need anything. 

It was not surprising that Ghouls became a pack like this. Being brought into this existence can be a lonely life if you don’t find comfort in your own kin. And here at the Abbey or on the road; they all rely on each other. 

They had pulled into a hotel for the night and the other members wanted to go to the bar- with Rain’s request and approval. There’s really nothing they can do to help him right now. But Phantom refused and came into Rain’s room to help him. 

He starts out so well, he really does. He gets Rain to drink water and eat something, run a bath when epsom salts for him which he soaks in for nearly two hours. 

Phantom even got him heating pads and human meds for his cramps, he holds him as he falls asleep. Will human medication even work? Other substances work- why not those? Well they’re there for Rain if he needs them. 

Phantom really wants his little group to be proud of him, and wants to show he can take care of Rain. He may still be young; but he’s not weak. And he loves Rain a lot. 

For the first few hours he is a good ghoul. But then, later- when Rain is sleeping, Phantom feels restless. Like he’s missing something. So he lets his eyes wander, and spots Mountain’s sweater on the edge of the bed… but it feels out of place. Just slightly, but Phantom notices. And suddenly, it’s all clouds his mind. He very gently wriggles out of Rain’s tight grip, and manages to escape without waking him. 

He goes to the bed and moves the sweater, holding it tightly. 

Would Rain be upset with him for moving it, or touching it? That’s a weird thought to think, Phantom can’t help but to say to himself. 

Rain will have to fix it up anyway if he doesn’t like it, right? Phantom decides he can apologize to Rain later. 

But the next feeling that hits Phantom makes him hiss and his tail snap in discomfort. A burning, aching pain hit his gut. It didn’t do that before. It feels like it knocks his breath out of him, and he shakily reaches for the desk to catch himself. 

He is still holding the sweater so he brings it to his face, inhaling Mountain’s scent. It makes his head a little bit fuzzy. With gentle hands, he folds it and places it on the bed in just the right spot. 

He picks up a blanket without thinking, folds it in half and spreads it over the corner of the mattress. That’s so much cozier, and Rain will like it better like this anyway. Probably. He can’t help but chirp with satisfaction, until another wave hits him and he nearly yelps out in pain. What is happening to him?!

Dew said it wouldn’t hurt- not like Rain hurts. Did Dew lie to him? Why, why would he do that. 

Tears pool in Phantom’s amethyst eyes and he chokes back a sob. 

He forces himself to look at the room and… tidy it. Make it feel… good. Something deep inside him feels settled in a way he can’t describe when it’s down. He basks in the warmth of the nest borders, of the smoothed blankets underfoot. It just feels right… safe.

Or...no, not good. Not safe. 

Not safe?

There’s a door right there, anyone could burst through, and Phantom and Rain’s human made phones still lay on the bed- what if someone tries to call, and wakes Rain? Rain can’t leave their hotel room… it’s not safe. The idea of stepping out of the room right now himself makes Phantom feel terrified and on edge, but he knows he needs to make this room safer for them. 

His eyes slowly draw to the dresser against a connecting wall. That...that could work. It’s not screwed in to the wall like most hotels. He could move it. 

His gaze flips to Rain, still asleep. If he’s asleep, he’s calm, which means Phantom is doing a good taking care of him. He’ll need to be quiet. As silently as he can, he drags the white wardrobe across the hotel room carpet to use as a barricade. It’s heavy- but no worse than a road case.

Once it’s in the spot, pressed against the hotel room door where it will stop anyone bad, at least a little bit. His chest feels so light, his gut hurts so badly...and suddenly, he’s so tired.

He stumbles back to the white hotel bed… and wriggles his way back into Rain’s arms. 

✧.*

When Rain wakes, he feels several things all at once.

Confusion and he feels like he’s going to puke.

Hot. So. Hot.

Like his torso is inflamed.

The pain is something he has to learn to live with, because Rain’s lead up have never been easy. A schedule of pain meds, being submerged in his lake, and heating pads when he isn’t keeps him…Mostly sane, but the pain never fully goes away. He looks down and stiffens as he realizes why he is suddenly so hot. 

The ghoul, cuddled into Rain’s chest, is sweating uncontrollably, pale lavender face scrunched up even in sleep. Is he sick…?

The sweat drips from Phantom’s clammy skin and seeps into Rain’s bed shirt. It’s already soaked.

Then the smell hits Rain. That’s from Phantom too. Rain doesn’t know how he didn’t notice the source of it at first, but it’s so strong. Sweet, but cut with copper- almost like… vanilla? No. He can’t place it. Phantom has never smelled like this before. Most ghoul don’t really have scents aside from when they go feral for a week. Swiss smells like cinnamon. Cumulus smells like honey suckle. 

Rain doesn’t know what he smells like. No one has even really said. Rainwater maybe? That doesn’t really smell like anything. But- that doesn’t matter. He focuses back on his main worry of the absolutely ill looking ghoul on his chest. 

None of the other ghouls even thought for a remote possibility that Phantom would get like this too; feral. And worse- it looks like it pains him, like it does for Rain. 

Rain sighs heavily and puts his hand on Phantom’s head. “Sorry… if it hurts you too,” 

He’s always smelled like… just him. The Sister’s that Phantom had spoken to had just told him that he was just a ghoul with a very weak, probably undetectable smell. That it wasn’t a problem, a lot of ghouls don’t have a strong scent. And yet, here he is, smelling… good? And all Rain wants is to bury his face in his neck.

So what the hell has changed? And why does the ghoul look so illl? The boy is asleep and fisting a handful of Rain’s shirt with white-gripped knuckles, like he’s afraid he might lose Rain if he lets go. Should he wake him?

It takes a second, a wave of cramps hitting with a hiss, before he can gather himself to gently sit up. Phantom doesn’t let go. Rain reaches to the nightstand to see what time it is, to text Mountain.

shit- where’s his phone? He had it earlier to play a game, it must be somewhere here. Maybe Phantom is sleeping on it. 

He glances at the wardrobe to see what time clock reads, only to notice that the dresser has been moved to block the hotel room door. 

Rain is so confused . 

Why would that be pushed there?

What had Phantom been doing while he was sleeping?

His hotel room is completely different, carefully organized and folded clothing in neat lines along the edge of the bed. The change doesn’t bother him really but why would he-

ah

Rain leans down- pressing his nose into Phantom’s neck, breathing slowly. His smell gives him away. The first feral space is always the most instinct-heavy, so these actions aren’t out of the ordinary. His instincts are telling him he needs to make the area safe. Logic isn’t easy when slipping into a feral headspace even for ghouls. 

Rain almost cries out at the next wave of cramping, and his eyes water.

He finally reaches his phone under the sleeping ghoul. Phantom hissing and looking like he’s in pain. 

01:12 am

To: Mountain 

I need you to come back rn. Swiss and Dew too. Dont tell others. Something going on with Phantom

Not thirty seconds later, Mountain responds “ Coming ”

And then- only a minute later-  he strokes Phantom’s hair until the boy drifts. Rain’s pain hits him like an absolute wave and he hisses- his hand stilling, and Phantom starts whining in his sleep, and Rain smells the rusty tinge of pain in his scent. 

His thoughts are interrupted by a knock. “Rain—  It’s us... why won’t the door open?”

Hm. Rain didn’t consider this. There’s still a huge dresser in front of the door, so the three can’t get in that well. “Um... there’s something in front of the door.”

“Huh- what did you say?” Mountain asks, but Rain already has his attention diverted because Phantom snaps up again. He looks dazed, not quite as immediately alert as he was the time previous. Rain stares at Phantom- worried he will start panicking and… yep, there it is. Sure enough it seems to hit the sleepy ghoul, and Phantom’s hands reach for Rain’s shirt. 

“Phantom, you need to let go- I need to move the thing at the door,” Rain tries to say but a wave of pain makes him nearly crumple. Phantom looks startled but then he can hear Mountain outside. He likes Mountain, and Mountain loves Rain, so he should come in. Rain is in pain- so Phantom  will need to move his little barricade. 

Rain groans loudly, holding his stomach, and Phantom gently rubs his back. He knows they’re being loud enough for the ghouls to hear through the door, and they’re probably very confused.

✧.*

Mountain, on the other side of the door, has no clue what’s going on, even with this out-of-context conversation. He’d gotten an urgent text message from Rain and now he and Swiss were panicking, but none of them could open the door, despite Swiss nearly throwing his shoulder against it. 

“What the fuck is against the door!?” Swiss snaps as Mountain tries calling Rain. 

There’s something more there, too. Mountain can smell it even stronger now that he’s outside the room- it smells...it smells… weird? Sweet. It’s not Rain’s scent. Rain smells.. Clean for lack of better words. So where’s the other scent from?

Mountain can hear struggling behind the door, and he presses his ear to it, when a large thump as something is moved. “I... I can’t move it anymore… I’m sorry… Can you get in?” Phantom’s voice is muffled behind the door and Dew feels like something is physically compelling him to bolt through the door to get to him. “Please, I can’t-”

Phantom sounds like he’s sobbing. “Yeah, yeah, we’ll try,” Mountain reassures. He shares a look with Swiss and Dew, who’s just as stressed as he is. 

Dew goes in first, since he's the smallest. He opens the door carefully, and it stops after about a foot- blocked by something heavy. It should be enough room… though Mountain will need to half throw himself in due to his size. First to squeeze through after is Mountain, closely followed by Swiss who fit much easier. 

Dewdrop- who was unusually quiet during this whole event, felt like his heart hadn’t been beating when he read that something was wrong with Phantom. And when he rushed into the room; Swiss hot on his heels, as he saw Phantom curled in the floor, fat tears were rolling down his face, sparkling like crystals, but the pain was so… so obvious. Dew drops to his knees but Phantom flinches and cries as another wave of pain hits him. With every cry; Dew feels like his heart is being torn to shreds. 

“You- you said it wouldn’t- wouldn’t hurt– me” Phantom chokes out in between sobs. Dew is crying now. 

“Christ- kid- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry… I didn’t know it would hit you like this-” Dew can only choke, just running his hands through his sloppy brown curls, but Phantom just looks so devastated. He hates that he looks like that. 

Before Dew can say anything else, Swiss has shoved him away from the quintessence ghoul and has Phantom scooped into his arms, carrying him to the bed, to be laid next to Rain. Rain is, unlike Phantom, completely silent and not moving an inch. But he is biting his lip so hard it spills blood onto his lip. It seems like if he moves, if he makes a sound, he is scared he will be in the same way as Phantom. 

“Rain… baby, hey, can you speak? Is it that bad?” Mountain asks, terrified, at the absolutely and eerily silent and still ghoul. The water ghoul looks ghostly grey, like the blue hue of his skin has been evaporated. 

Dew simply stares as Mountain holds Rain and Swiss is trying to calm Phantom down. Dew feels angry and lost- again. 

Fuck. He hates this feeling. He especially hates the desperate look Phantom had given him with his huge, amethyst eyes, almost pleading for Dew to make this stop; make him feel good, like he always does, to fix this. 

Dew had said it wouldn’t hurt- and he had lied to the one ghoul that trusted him so fully. 

Another cry makes Dew’s heart shatter and he looks at his feet. Dewdrop always fucks things up, doesn't he?

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

3: 04 am 

Finally- after a lot more tears from Phantom and horrible silence from Rain, they end up in a weird pile on the bed; Rain and Phantom in the middle, Mountain lying next to Rain, Swiss behind Phantom, and Dewdrop shoved right in the middle of Rain and Phantom because he acts as a physical heating pad for the cramping that the ghouls are experiencing. 

Swiss is lying on top of Phantom- his hand rubbing the fragile ghoul's back as he whimpers and cries in his sleep and Dew feels like he wants to just keel over and die. Rain is asleep with his head buried into Dew’s neck and his body half sprawled on top of him for the heat he provides. A string from Rain’s hoodie is half in Dew’s mouth but he’s pinned between them- and all he can do- is spiral into pathetic self-pity. 

“Oh - hell- I fucking suck,” he whispers into the void of darkness that he’s staring at. He’s lying straight as a board in between the quintessence and water ghoul, his red eyes simply staring at the ceiling.

“Dew, you don’t suck, but shut up,” Mountain hisses as he glances at Rain to make sure he’s still sleeping soundly. Normally he’d always try to comfort Dew in his moments of self-pity, but Phantom and Rain’s current states make Mountain very anxious and he wants them to sleep. 

Dew barely hears him as he continues rambling. “… I lied to the kid…“ 

“Dew, I will rip your throat out if you wake them up,” Swiss snarls quietly. “You didn’t lie. You didn’t know .” 

Dew is crying again. His tears fell into Rain’s cheek; making the water ghoul’s face scrunch. Swiss notices and hisses as Dew continues crying. “… And the kid trusted me and now he’s crying and…“ 

“Dew, I swear-“

“And did you see him?! He was in so much pain, I should have known-“

Swiss growls and it knocks Dew out of his self-pity for a minute. “But none of us knew. He didn’t show any signs like Rain does, he wasn’t moody or sore, and he was just himself like normal. It came out of nowhere,” Swiss whispers- still trying to comfort Dew, his love for him still trumping his annoyance that he may wake up the two sleeping ghouls.  Swiss focuses on Phantom again and rubs the boys’ sloppy brown curls off his face as he says this; feeling an endearing adoration blossom in his chest for Phantom and Rain all over again. Swiss loves everyone. But Phantom and Rain are just… special, not just to him, but to everyone in the pack. 

“Maybe being around Rain… sort of… pushed it? I don’t know. Maybe their magic just sort of… melded and Phantom was pushed into this state earlier than he should have…? Actually, scratch that, I really have no idea what I’m saying,” Mountain mumbles out loud, defeatedly. He does remember how much Phantom was glued to Rain’s side lately, but tonight especially. Mountain mentioned maybe calling Aether for advice, but they haven’t gotten to do it yet. 

As if he can sense they’re talking about him, Phantom whimpers and his face scrunches in his sleep and he turns, burying fully into Dew, his arms wrapped around the fire ghoul- and he cries in his sleep. Dew wants to just… fix this. But he can’t. So he just lies there while Phantom almost looks like he’s trying to envelope himself inside of the fire ghoul for comfort. 

A soft voice breaks through the air. “…. Mmm…. Pizza,”

Swiss, Mountain, and Dew all snap their heads to look at each other to see if they just heard right. 

“Did he just say pizza?” Swiss whispers. 

“Maybe he’s dreaming about it? I mean I dream about pizza all the time,” Dew adds. 

Mountain huffs, his arm still wrapped around Rain. “Dew- stop saying you dream about pizza-“

Rain’s eyes finally fly open and he cracks his beautifully calm and still façade of control he was holding on to. He was in and out of sleep this entire time, but the pizza comment woke him up completely. 

“Oh my fucking god, all three of you shut the fuck up and get him his fucking pizza!” Rain finally snaps the anger part of his lead up seeming to have kicked in. Mountain nearly rolls off the bed in surprise at Rain’s sharp voice. 

Mountain turns and cradles Rain’s face while the water ghoul looks like he might rip his head off- or seems to still be weighing the consequences. 

“Hey- what do you need? Bath?” Mountain asks but Rain looks at Swiss this time and his watery blue eyes prove that he wants Swiss to run the bath and take care of him, which is a typical request he has during his feral lead-ups. He’s not sure why - maybe it’s because Swiss makes him laugh when he’s feeling so miserable. 

Swiss gets it immediately and gestures for Mountain to switch places with him, so the giant earth ghoul can cuddle beside Phantom- so the boy is protected by both him and Dew. 

Ironically- despite being a bit shorter- Swiss can easily carry Rain, even with the water ghoul's gangly long limbs. He's so lithe and agile, that most of the ghouls can carry Rain if the situation warrants it. He scoops him up out of the bed and carries him to the bathroom quickly. 

The bathroom is pearly white; a jar of Epsom salts still sitting at the edge of the claw foot bathtub. Swiss carefully perches Rain on the edge of the tub, and turns the water on, so steamy hot water begins flowing into the tub. 

“How bad is it hurting, Rainbow?” Swiss asks him as he gently shrugs off the water ghouls damp shirt, then his black joggers. 

Rain just shakes his head- unable to vocalize his answer. His lower lip is nearly mangled with blood from him biting it to stop him from screaming. 

Swiss dumps the Epsom salts into the tub and swirls it with his hand before gently leaning Rain into it. 

Swiss grins at Rain, coyly. “Hey, Rain?” 

“Hm?”

“Want to hear a joke?”

“No.” Rain responds. A total lie. Of course, Rain wants a joke; that’s the whole reason he wants him involved in the first place. 

Swiss grins at Rain's petulance as he grabs the water ghoul's tail and tucks it into the water. “Why was the octopus laughing?”

“Shut up,” 

“Because he had ten tickles. Get it? Like tentacles,” Swiss says, with soft glee. 

“Just let me drown.” Rain deadpans. He knows he can’t drown. And he secretly loves Swiss’s jokes. 

Swiss cradles the back of Rain’s head until the water ghoul is completely submerged in the water. He much rather put him in a lake or ocean- but this is the closest thing they have. 

Swiss curses at the whole situation. He gets feral too- why couldn’t he just have all this fucking pain? Why didn’t it go to him- why did it have to torture Rain and now Phantom too?! 

Swiss curses his biology. 

Swiss has a theory though. He isn’t sure if it’s true but he half wonders if Rain and Phantom might be able to… carry kits. No one really knows a ton about how it works, their biology. But maybe that’s why it hurts. But in the end, no one really knows. It hasn’t happened yet to Rain. 

Or he doesn’t think it has. 

Or… if it did happen, and he lost a kit, he never mentioned it. Which is unfortunately a frightening option. Rain is notorious for still hiding his emotions from the pack and has been known to be cooped up for days in his room sometimes, refusing to let anyone in or tell them what’s wrong. Swiss always feared and wondered why- but anytime he tried to bring this up with Rain, it was like the water ghoul would shut down mentally and it took a lot of care to get him to open back up. Swiss didn’t want to force him to do that anymore or talk about anything emotionally heavy, it seemed so mentally exhausting for the water ghoul. 

Swiss looks at Rain and debates asking him about his theory, for lack of better words. But no. It’s not the right time. Rain is already hurting too much. 

Rain settles into the tub; his aching body is so happy to be in his element. He sighs and lets himself nearly submerge right away, even though his gangly limbs stick out of the tub a bit- but his face is covered by water. 

Swiss watches him as he submerges his face in the tub and Rain wraps his tail around his wrist as a thank you. 

But in the water there; Rain is feeling angry. At everything. His body, his magic, how much Phantom is hurting… all of it. The weight of it all sits on his shoulders. 

And he knows he needs Dewdrop right now. Dew is feeling like shit right now. And a soak in the tub would help the former water ghoul too. 

“Can you send Dew in please?” Rain mumbles. He hears a flurry of movements when he says this- as if Dew was listening in on them too. Despite Phantom whining at the loss of the fire ghoul and the subsequent hurried sound of kisses and apologies, Dewdrop comes in and immediately knows what the water ghoul wants from him. 

Swiss gives Rain’s horns a rub before he stands and returns to the bedroom. He shuts the bathroom door on his way out so they can have privacy and dims the lights in the bathroom so only a soft glow is cast on the bathtub. 

Dew is awestruck as he enters the bathroom, as he can only look at Rain for a moment and marvel at how beautiful he is; in the low-lit yellow glow of the tub as he floats in his element. 

Dewdrop sheds his sweater and jeans on the floor, before going to the tub, climbing in behind Rain. The feeling of the water, his former element, still calms him. He’ll never quite understand why they took his water element away from him, but he's glad he still finds serenity in its depths. He wraps his arms around Rain’s lithe shoulders and buries his face into the ghoul's soft curls with a sigh. 

Rain leans back into Dewdrop- before one of his hands reaches up, ghosting over the scars where Dew’s gills once were on his neck. Dewdrop never lets anyone touch them- only Rain. Sometimes when they’re fucking, Rain will press slow- deliberate kisses onto Dew’s scars, enough that makes the fire ghoul cry. But never enough to ask him to stop. 

Occasionally, especially during the lead-up to his heat, Rain muses over the idea that he is suffering because of what happened to Dew… What Rain’s role could be in why they changed him from water ghoul to fire? Dew never told him directly what happened, but Mountain admitted it one night when they were talking in the kitchen. 

Rain can’t stop thinking about the event; how Dew was dragged to Sister Imperator's office; how they chanted over him, how much he screamed as they burned his element from his small body. He spent months in his room in the abbey-  trying to learn to breathe through the smoke and fire suddenly coursing through his veins, as his gills had been burned off. It must have been terrifying; to be shredded apart and then put back together as a new firey being; and to Rain’s knowledge, no one ever offered Dewdrop an explanation as to why. 

“ ‘Suffering can refine us rather than destroy us because the Creator himself walks with us in the fire’… that’s the only thing they told him,” Mountain admitted to Rain that night with teary eyes. 

Rain doubts Dew will never forget that sentence. Apparently- the Sister Imperator chanted it like a prayer. It likely haunts him to this day. 

During his inner tirade, Rain hisses audibly, making Dew raise a brow at him. Rain hates what they did to his Dew. He would rather have not been summoned at all; if Dewdrop could have been spared that. But he wasn’t. Neither of them was spared the pain- and now Rain feels like the universe is making him pay for the sins of others because if he was never summoned maybe Dewdrop could have been protected. 

Rain turns in the tub places a quick kiss on Dew’s chest and shuts his eyes, arms wrapping tightly around Dew’s as they hold him in the water. Dew’s bare skin against his is the best feeling in the world.

Rain whimpers when his stomach cramps painfully, his tail spiralling and sending a splash of water in his face. Dew looks at him worriedly. 

“What’s wrong?” Dew fuses, “Do you need more meds or—“

“My stomach,” Rain lies flat on his back against Dew to try and get a better, more comfortable, position.“It hurts.”

Dew’s hand is already on his stomach, massaging it. His hot fingers splay over Rain’s abdomen and the ghoul sighs in the water, “Better?”

“A little, yeah.” Rain whispers. His stomach is cramping and his head felt like it was going to explode. What worries Dew is how he is breaking out into a fever; going from being ice cold and then being boiling hot, even in the water. 

“I’m sorry for how much this hurts you, baby,” Dew says quietly against the water ghoul's neck. 

Feral headspace seems to grip Rain as tears still come out of his eyes. “I deserve it. If I didn’t get summoned… they never would have hurt you. I don’t wanna do this anymore… it hurts too much-“

Rain's words make Dew tighten around him instinctively and the fire ghoul's heart stops. 

The weight of the words settles on Dew’s shoulders as he realizes what Rain’s saying. He’s leaning in before he can stop himself, pulling Rain into a fierce embrace in the tub, his body drawing close around the sobbing ghoul, as tightly as he can. “Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t say that. I need you here, we all need you here. I would go through that shit 100 fucking times, let them turn me into whatever if it meant having you. Fuck, I… Rain-Don’t even think about that, okay?”

When Rain doesn’t stop crying, Dew manages to maneuver himself in the tub so he’s still sort of cradling the naked ghoul but can look him in his watery, wide blue eyes. Rain really is so beautiful; even when his skin is still grey with fever and the blue of his body is not as dark as it should be. Dew gently brushes his fingers over Rain’s gills, which makes the water ghoul shudder and look at him. “Rain- look at me, baby, please… you were worth all of the pain I went through. And I’d do it all over again for you. All of it. You hear me? You are worth everything. And you don’t deserve this pain at all. Okay?” Dew says, urgently, his hands holding Rain’s face. 

Rain doesn’t answer just drop against Dew’s neck in the tub. The water was starting to cool- but Dew was so worked up that it immediately began to heat up again, causing more steam to rise. 

“Don’t leave… Dew,” Rain mumbles exhaustedly, his eyes fluttering shut as his strength leaves him again. 

Dew kisses the base of his horns and digs his face into Rain’s hair. He smells good. Sweet. “I’m not letting you out of my sight- Rainbow. You’re staying right here with me, okay?” Dew soothes, and Rain nods.

✧.*

Outside; it sounds like Swiss and Mountain are ordering Phantom’s pizza- and he can hear the boys’ tired, but happy chirps at the idea of food. That’s good- and Dew will need to get Rain to eat too. 

After the pizza was ordered- Swiss finally had time to think about this whole thing. 

Swiss loved everyone. That was his curse and blessing. He loved everyone deeply. When those he loves hurt, Swiss hurts with them. 

The thing about Rain and Phantom is everyone just sort of adored them more than most. It was likely because of Rain's pain, and Phantom’s sweet innocence; everyone felt drawn to and protective over them naturally. 

Swiss sits with Phantom, cradling the still distraught and confused ghoul to his chest, as Mountain lies on Phantom’s stomach- trying to add pressure to counteract the cramping. 

Finally, a small voice breaks the silence. “What’s it like?” Phantom asks as he grips Swiss shirt with white knuckles. 

Swiss glances at him. “What’s what like?” 

Phantom has a tear running down his cheek. “This… feral.. the- pain?”

Swiss frowns, pressing his head against the quintessence ghoul's sweaty forehead. “It doesn’t hurt for me. It’s just… you feel… ugh, desperate and empty and one thing can fill it. You’re sort of in one-head space. Like how I couldn’t keep my hands off you- it’s just… like that,”

“So— that’s what knots are for?” Phantom pieces together. 

Swiss nods to encourage him to ask more questions. 

Phantom seems to be thinking; his amethyst eyes looking at the dark ceiling and his lilac brows knitting together. “Do you knot with only one person forever?”

“You can. Or with anyone you want to. Normally it’s… someone you love especially. It’s how you show them you love them,” Swiss says, fondly. 

Phantom nods slowly. “Do you knot?”

“Yes,”

“With or from people…?” Phantom inquires loudly. 

“Both.” 

At the answer- both Swiss and Mountain suddenly stiffen, knowing where this is leading. It happens almost in slow motion as Mountain swears and grips Phantom’s waist; as the boy begins to cry. 

“Why has no one... ever wanted to knot me?” Phantom asks with hurt etched into his pretty features and Swiss feels like his gut was punched. 

“Oh… bug, no…. We all… we all would have done that with you. For you- or have it done by you. But we didn’t want you to feel pressured. We were waiting for you to tell us you wanted it. And for… you to tell us who you wanted it from first.” Swiss tries to say- but his words are lost on the feral idled mind of a ghoul who is spiraling. 

Phantom, who’s always too loving, too happy, and feels just too much- look at him with wide, watery amethyst eyes. “No… no . None of you even told me about it. None of you wanted to do it with me,” he cries out; any logic leaving his feral idled brain- leaving him feeling absolutely unwanted, uncared for, and unloved by those he loved so much. 

Swiss pulls him closer- cursing- at seeing the boy like this. It breaks whatever heart he has. “Bug- no, I’m sorry we should have talked to you about this, told you what it was- we let you down, I’m sorry,” 

At his intense and urgent whispers- Mountain is clutching Phantom so tightly one of his ribs might break; unsure what he can add to comfort… because he can’t. Phantom is right- no one told him, asked him… no one did anything .

Mountain buries his head into the boy's back- wishing… he could just make him feel okay. 

It wasn’t only the knots that were making Phantom cry; apparent when Phantom’s fingers grazed over the soft bite mark on Swiss’s neck. 

Ah .  

They all have mating bites on their necks- multiple. It’s done in the most intense moment of love and passion and their devotion to each other. 

They all have scars from their mates' bites, carrying the love with them wherever they go. 

Except Phantom, whose pretty, freckled lavender neck- is completely untouched. He’s noticed- but seemed to never ask about it. Likely he was waiting for one of them to do it for him… but no one ever bothered to even mention it. 

They all fucked him all the time, leaving him panting and flustered, never bothering to knot or bite him; and never bothering to tell him why they weren’t doing it. Of course, he felt confused. 

As Phantom sobs, the alarm clock on the bedside table begins shaking violently before exploding next to Swiss. Both Mountain and Swiss jump and look at it; shocked at the potential power Phantom might process. But with no time to dwell on it, they return to trying to calm the hysterical ghoul. 

Swiss and Mountain cuddle the sobbing ghoul and both internally curse themselves for letting it get to this point that the boy feels so unloved when that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Rain and Dew sit in the tub for nearly another twenty minutes; completely obviously to the world outside them. Rain has switched positions, so his longer body is positioned behind Dewdrop- supporting the tiny fire ghoul's hot body. It soothes him- despite the exhaustion and pain he’s experiencing, he runs his hands through Dew’s long, tangled blond hair, working out the knots; still sweaty from the performance the night before. 

It’s the smell of pizza that finally lures them out of their little sanctuary. Dew perks up right away. He should be a pizza ghoul at this point. 

Dew stands first, not bothering to offer to dry Rain because the water ghoul prefers his skin to be wet. He cuddles with Dew, his entire body engulfing the fire ghoul like a blanket. 

Dewdrop can’t help but snort. “Ha. You feel like a wet blanket,” 

Rain huffs. “No ‘m not,” he protests weakly- his voice muffled by Dew’s head. 

When Rain finally walks out of the bathroom- his instincts flip and he’s hit by a very sour scent, and a very uncomfortable feeling. He immediately looks over and sees Phantom, sobbing, feverish, and throwing up into a waste paper basket on the floor- after Swiss and Mountain tried to feed him.

Rain growls. Actually growls. 

Swiss, Mountain, and Dew all stare at him.

It even catches Rain off guard when he does that. He has no idea why he growled; he doesn’t usually growl that deeply ever. But all he sees is Phantom, in pain, sick and no one taking care of him properly and there’s a deep need in Rain to protect him. 

“Get away from him,” Rain snarls. 

That definitely catches Swiss, Mountain, and Dewdrop off guard. The three of them stiffen and look at each other unexpectedly- but when Rain growls again- they do what he says and slowly step into a huddle by the bathroom door. 

“This is weird- I’ve never seen him so instinct-heavy,” Dewdrop whispers. 

“Is this even feral? What would this be called?” Mountain muses out loud. 

Swiss grunts. “Oh, for fuck sake, brainiacs- of course this is feral… ugh… something. Rain just never exhibited this behaviour around anyone else before because maybe he didn’t need to…?”

Before Dewdrop and Mountain can ask what he means; a glaring look from Rain makes all three of them tumble into the bathroom, shutting the door, so Rain and Phantom can have some time alone.  

Behind the door- their faint voices can be heard. 

“… Damn it… we should have grabbed the pizza-“

“… Dew - I swear-“

Rain grumbles and pulls Phantom off the floor, and into the bed, ignoring the voices. He sees the shattered remains of the alarm clock. 

Huh . That’s weird. 

Rain adjusts them, so Phantom is straddling him, needing the closeness for himself as much as Phantom might need it. Once Phantom is firmly placed in his hold, he sighs and drops back onto the bed, almost boneless, and Phantom climbs to lay on top of him, his body weight providing nice pressure to soothe the older ghouls' pains. Phantom is barely talking anymore; seemingly exhausted, his cheeks still tear-stained. 

Rain can’t explain the possessive feeling he has over Phantom right now. Sure he’s always liked him, everyone did. They cuddled and fucked but this is different. Instinctual and powerful. Rain doesn’t have many words for him, just holds him tightly, their tails wrapping together and Rain buries his face into Phantom’s sloppy curls. 

“I’m so sorry you’re hurting,” Rain murmurs. It’s the only thing he can say. And he wishes he could take it all away. 

“They didn’t… you didn’t want me,” 

The voice is so quiet, it’s barely a whisper. Rain piques and leans down- having trouble hearing the boy through his muffled voice against his shirt. 

“What?” Rain asks. 

“Bite… knot… none of you ever wanted to do it with me,” Phantom cries into his shirt and Rain feels like a pile of bricks falls on him. 

Fuck . 

He never even thought about that- he always assumed one of the other ghouls told Phantom about their instincts. And Rain had… a lot of other things he needed to focus on, at a personal level, before thinking about Phantom’s knowledge of knots or mating bites. Maybe before- he would have been too guarded and cold to even act like he cared. Though he did care; deeply. But he didn’t always let himself show it. 

But now- with this intense protection suddenly blossoming in Rain, he feels like a true failure. 

Rain feels tears in his eyes. He fails so often. More than he ever dares admit to his pack. 

And, now, he failed Phantom too.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Rain always liked learning about things. 

He loved learning about the fish and wildlife in his lake, and the rocks that dotted the shore. He loved looking at books in the library- filling his head with knowledge he never really would need but likes to have. He’d sit, perched in the library window for hours, reading page after page, especially while it rained out. 

He liked hearing Cumulus’s favourite joke- over and over again- learning curves and lines of the excitement etched on her face when she said it. 

He liked learning how to cook Mountain’s favourite food. 

He liked learning about Papa’s views on life. 

He really liked learning how reactive Dewdrop is when he kisses his scarred, former, gills for the first time. 

And in this moment; as he holds Phantom in the hotel room, still battling with his feelings of intense disappointment and letting the boy down- he is still captivated by the idea of learning about Phantom. He wants to learn his reactions and his favourite places to be touched, wants to learn everything he can about his bug. 

His… ?

Rain doesn’t normally call Phantom his. Actually- he never has. But now it’s all he can think about. How the quintessence ghoul is his . Phantom fits into Rain so well. He is moulded against his body like he was made to be there.

Rain is still feeling the crippling anguish, from failing Phantom. He holds the boy tightly against him. When Phantom starts whimpering against him and feeling feverish in his hold, Rain’s instincts begin taking over and any rationality in the water ghoul's mind fades away. 

Phantom pushes himself closer, pawing at Rain’s clothes- whining. Rain tries to settle him by petting his hair and gently kissing his forehead but Phantom is restless, and losing his composure quickly. Compelled by his need to please the quintessence ghoul- Rain wants to undress Phantom, and himself, to get skin-on-skin contact. He always finds that skinship calms his feral mind- he hopes the same for Phantom. He drags his fingers from Phantom’s soft curls, down the nape of his neck, up over his Adam's apple and then around his collarbones over the neck of his worn, grey t-shirt. Rain recognizes it to be one of Dew’s old shirts, oversized and large, despite how small Dew is. 

The younger ghoul goes still at the touch- almost pliant. His breathing goes steady and he starts relaxing back into the pillow on the bed. 

“ Good boy ,” Rain praises against his ear- making Phantom whine under him. 

Rain continues his downward path- dragging his nails- on the arm furthest from him. He starts on Phantom’s shoulder, where his shirt rests on the skin on his arms, and then down his inner forearm. This causes Phantom to shiver and a deep purr settles in the boy's chest. And Rain hisses in satisfaction- Rain's feral mind is overtaking him, just as fast as Phantoms. He grabs the quintessence ghoul’s lavender hand now and brings it to his lips. He places soft kisses on each knuckle, pressing empathy and support into Phantom’s skin. Rain hears his breath and purrs get caught in his throat, the boy's body arching a bit already. 

 Phantom's reactions to such small gestures are driving Rain crazy . He moves to the hem of Phantom's shirt and pulls it from his body, swiftly. The quintessence ghoul is so out of it, that it takes him a minute to lift his torso to help Rain remove the shirt- more wines escaping his throat. Rain watches Phantom’s shirt peel off his body- leaving his curls tousled and his wide eyes blinking slowly. 

He's ethereal . 

His violet eyes, wet, distant, and almost sleepy in his instinct to submit to someone taking care of him. Phantom whines again- craving more skin, and Rain is eager to please. Instead of letting himself dwell on the boy’s exposed body, his hands go to his black sweatpants- and Rain immediately pushes down both his pants and underwear. 

The water ghoul’s whole body freezes when he notices a spot on Phantom's thigh. He recognizes it but has never seen it there before. Like two upside-down triangles, delicately on top of each other, faded, like an old stick and poke tattoo after years of weathering. 

He has a similar marking on his hip…that’s weird. But Phantom’s whine; forces his attention back to the boy. Forcing himself to keep moving, and remove the rest of Phantoms and his own clothes. He gets back on the bed where his lips immediately meet the feverish skin of Phantom's neck. The ghoul hasn't stopped purring and is now gripping Rain's back. His hands do not stay in any one place, just digging his nails into Rain's skin, on his back, his shoulders, then down to press his thumbs around his hips. This surprises a moan out of Rain's mouth. Phantom touching the mark on his hip sent electricity and clarity right through him.

"Woah…" Phantom breathes into the air above Rain's head. 

Rain feels a rush of heat and groans. "Did you feel that?"

Phantom gulps a breath of air. " Yeah . Wow." 

Rain curses under his breath. This is good. Fuck . 

"One second, tell me how this feels?" Rain leans back to sit on his heels and then reaches down to touch the mark on Phantom's thigh. He barely touches it, when Phantom arches off the bed and lets out a whimpery moan. 

" Beautiful ," Rain rasps, doubting the other ghoul even heard him. 

"More… I need more- " Phantom starts begging softly and Rain thinks where his mark being touched shocked him into clarity, Phantom's has made him even more desperate. 

Rain whimpers this time. "More what, baby? Want me to touch you more?"

"Just closer, want you closer," Phantom cries. He's pulling Rain's arm and shoulder towards him so Rain falls forward onto Phantom. He doesn't even let Rain adjust his position, just wraps his arms and legs around him. His face is buried in Rain's neck and his mouth is opened- and his lips and tongue are latching onto the heated, sweet-smelling skin there. Rain sallows hard and lets his head fall back reflexively, baring his neck for Phantom. But when Rain feels teeth- his eyes snap open- and clarity comes back, albeit fleeting. He knows he needs to push Phantom away. This is where they already fucked everything up and Rain needs to start fixing this. 

Rain feebly paws at Phantom, trying to be clear, but the heat in his face and body makes it difficult. " Baby , baby, stop…”

"Don't wanna'" Phantom slurs into his skin.

Rain pushes more firmly, "No,” he says- despite Phantom’s cries. “Bug, we need to talk first..." 

Phantom finally relents with a whine and lifts his sad eyes to meet Rain's intense gaze. 

Rain takes his pretty face in his hands, making sure he looks Phantom in the eyes. "You were getting really close to doing something important. I know your instincts are going crazy—,” When Phantom whines, Rain tightens his grip on his chin.  “But please , I need to ask if you know what you were going to do with my neck?" 

Tears well in Phantom’s eyes, as his brain processes what he is thinking, and feeling, before he answers in a hoarse, choking voice. “I wanted to bite you… You smell so good, and I want to… to taste you. Is it bad ? Did I do something wrong? Should I not bite you? Isn't that how you guys have those marks? I want marks too, Rain— Why doesn't anyone want my marks? Or leave their marks on me ? Am I not good enough?! I-I’m sorry I was summoned here… and threw off the band… when Aether left. I’m sorry I was forced to join your pack." Phantom sobs into Rain’s hands. Tears are streaming down his flushed cheeks and his words are shattering Rain’s heart. 

Rain’s words nearly pour out of him- scrambling to fix this- make his bug feel okay. " No - no. That’s not… I’m sorry that’s not what it is at all. Of course, I want your mark, Phantom... You're the sweetest… sweetest creature I’ve, we’ve , all met. You're just… so precious, that none of us wanted to take advantage of your kindness and innocence. We didn't want to take more than you wanted to give,” Rain says and Phantom sobs more, at the idea that no one wanted him, and Rain continues, desperately. “That was so stupid of me. We were all so stupid. I can't… can’t apologize or make up with you in place of everyone, but I want your mark. I want to have those pretty fangs imprinted on my skin. But I need you to want to do it to me. Not just … feral you. Not just instincts. I need you to want to do it,”  Rain is desperate to make Phantom understand his love for him and understand the seriousness of this choice. 

Phantom is eyeing him nearly suspiciously, but the look falls when his fingers come up and graze over Rain’s mating bite. “… Really? You promise you mean that?" Phantom's wide eyes are still trying to find any lies in Rain's actions. 

Rain cradles Phantom's face between his palms and places the first soft kiss on his slack lips, wanting him more than anything. Rain whispers, “Please bring us as close as you want, bug. I'll do whatever you want." Phantom's tail slowly drags over Rain's thigh and wraps around his waist. 

Phantom is breathing heavily and pulls Rain closer, holding onto his pale blue shoulders. "Come closer and show me the best way to bite you okay? Maybe… Maybe you could do it first so I know what to do?" 

Rain blinks at him. At what he’s asking. "Of course, bug..."

Rain’s hands travel from Phantom's cheeks and bury themselves in Phantom's hair. Phantom moans when Rain's fingers get caught in his curls and force his head to tilt back. He always did love having his hair and horns pulled- Swiss, always loves doing that at random times, making the boy whine and pant even when they’re all having dinner. 

As the boy writhes under his hand- Rain can't help but smile at his willingness. Rain has a soft, buzzing feeling and he is not used to having such a calm, soft experience during his pre-feral times. He’s normally so sore, so angry, so desperate. But now, it’s like something in Phantom and forging their bond is calming them. The pain is still there but more bearable, almost like they are sharing it rather than fighting against it and their instincts. They were meant to share this together… Rain is convinced. Phantom is his- he was made for him. 

With that in mind, Rain lays his body flat over Phantoms. The boy is hot under him, his body feeling like pure magic. They are aligned from knees to hips, to chest, and Phantom's head is pushed into the pillows. Rain’s mouth is at Phantom's neck- breathing heavily, making the quintessence ghoul’s neck erupt in goosebumps. Neither ghoul is still, both bodies feeling insanely restless to complete the bond. Their hips are moving in a slow grind, neither realizing how hard they are until the small movements force soft sounds out of both of them. 

"Ready, baby?" Rain whispers into his neck, feeling like he can’t hold back any other. His fangs are dragging over Phantom’s skin already. 

A keening whine sounding vaguely like a drawn-out ‘yes’ is the only reply he hears. He presses one… two… three soft kisses into his neck before opening his mouth and sinking his sharp fangs into the pale, violet skin. 

The sensation explodes between them. Phantom screams - loud- while his whole body arches under Rain. Rain can feel him shake and spasm, knowing he's probably just cum between their naked bodies- spilling onto their stomachs. The bond doesn't have to be made through sex, but in this feral state, his body is forced through everything and honestly, it's beautiful . Rain is getting desperate to feel his bond with Phantom solidify when Phantom bites him back- he needs it, fucking desperately, he needs it. He holds Phantom while he rides out his orgasm and feels the mind-numbing sensation of the bond. 

Once Phantom stops shaking and panting, and goes slack beneath him, Rain lifts his head and pushes Phantom's hair out of his eyes- needing him. "You okay, bug?” Rain asks as he licks at the bite- dutifully lapping up the blood on his neck. 

"Yeah," Phantom pants- his neck craning to give Rain more access to his neck. 

Rain looks at him, tilting his head already… he wants that bite. "Still… still want to try? On me?”

The words are barely out of his mouth before Phantom whines and kisses him. " Yes !" Phantom exclaims. 

With unexpected enthusiasm and strength, Phantom pushes Rain to his back and straddles his hips. Rain is a little surprised but immediately turns his head, exposing his throat, and holding his breath in anticipation. Phantom uses his fingers to gently explore Rain's neck, picking his spot among the other marks already there. When firm fingers push his chosen spot, Rain moans and his body shivers. This must encourage Phantom because the next thing he knows is he feels breath on his neck, warm lips on his skin, then- 

Fuck . 

The flood of…. everything that is the younger ghoul. He feels his body lock up, he's probably cumming like Phantom did, but this is better than any orgasm. Is he screaming too? He doesn’t know, doesn’t care. He holds Phantom close, even after his body falls back to the bed. Phantom is lapping at his neck, licking the blood, kissing the bite mark. Phantom is praising him, saying how much he loves him, how good he is, against Rain’s ear. He also kisses away the tears Rain didn’t realize he was crying. By the time the bond is fully formed and he comes back to himself; he hears voices in the bathroom over the ringing in his ears. 

✧.*

Protect. Hurt. Scared.

The only thought running through Dewdrop’s mind is he has to get to Phantom. He has to. 

“We need to get out there, fuck!” Dewdrop is nearly screaming- pushing his body against Swiss- who was nearly standing in front of the bathroom door like a barricade. 

Dew and Mountain are nearly rabid to get out of the bathroom and back to the bedroom. Swiss, still the only one with any sort of logic left- snarled at them to keep them back. 

“Dew- no . Rain doesn’t want us there. We have to respect that,” Swiss snaps- his voice a higher whisper, trying to not alert Phantom or Rain. 

“They screamed. I heard it. Swiss, move,” Mountain snarls. His mossy green eyes open in surprise. Mountain is always gentle and soft-spoken- especially with Swiss, and he is surprised at the surge of anger he feels towards the multi-ghoul. But Mountain wants to get through that door, now . 

Dew is also nearly losing his mind in the bathroom. He's trying to respect Rain, like Swiss said, and let him help Phantom - but right now, Dew’s instincts are stronger than ever. 

He's never felt like this before. He needs to see Phantom- and hold him. Satan knows he doesn't deserve it but every inch of him is screaming to be near Phantom. When he heard Phantom scream- his heart shattered. Swiss- who is stronger than most- held both his arms out- and kept Dew and Mountain at bay, just barely.  He wants to be out there just as badly but he knows Rain will let them know when he wants them back. 

It’s a mere moment later, when Rain finally calls out, like he heard Mountain’s heated words.  “It’s- it’s okay- you can come out,” 

Dew almost breaks down the door in his haste to get out trampling Swiss in the process. Mountain is hot on his tail and, Swiss follows behind, shocked at the others' intense reaction. 

Mountain reaches Rain first- his large hands on the water ghoul’s hazy face, as he sees the bloody bite mark on his neck- then Mountain looks at Phantom, putting the pieces together. The screaming, the panting. 

“Oh, fuck. They…” Mountain begins, but Rain’s whimper brings his attention back to him.

Swiss is next to Phantom, examining his bloody neck. “Shit- bug- did you… did you ask for that?” Swiss whispers and Rain looks at him, wide and watery blue eyes, at the insinuation he would have bit him without consent, breaking through his feral headspace for a minute. 

Phantom is crying and looks at Dewdrop; the fire ghoul hovering by the side of the bed but still not touching him. 

Phantom stares at Dew- desperate, longing. Why… why won’t he touch him?!

But it’s like something in Dew is preventing him from moving. He doesn’t deserve Phantom. He used him, fucked him, never bothering to even knot or mate him. He should have known better. It should have been his teeth on Phantom first. No one else’s. 

Swiss looks at Dew. “Fuck sakes, Dewdrop. Please don’t do this to him,”   

Dew takes a step back- his hands up as he fights against every single urge in his body to shove Swiss, off Phantom, and gather the boy in his arms. He has to cover his mouth and nose with his hand, trying to stifle Phantom's sweet vanilla scent as it makes his head spin. He forces himself to take another step back- and Swiss growls, kneeling over Phantom. 

“I c-can’t… I don’t deserve him- you take care of him,” Dew forces out, his voice muffled from his hand. Phantom hears this and lets out a cry. 

“Dewdrop- fuck - just-“ Swiss begins but Phantom sobs loudly, interrupting him. Rain shudders at the sobs- blindly- reaching for Phantom, even as Mountain has begun to press fevered kisses to the water ghoul’s jaw.  

“ Dew , please… why don’t you want me?!” Phantom sobs and reaches for him. The sight of the naked quintessence ghoul, eyes blown open, feverish and desperate reaching for him, wanting him, sobbing for him. 

Swiss, sitting on top of Phantom, is shaking now. He hates seeing Phantom like this. And hates seeing Dew being so stubborn. Happiness has never come to Dewdrop easily- and Swiss can see the pure joy and adoration that Dew has when he so much as looks at Phantom, let alone, when he touches him. And Dew is denying himself that- because of some damn, selfish, self-pity. 

But, Swiss knows yelling won’t help right now. It’ll only upset Phantom, Rain… honestly all of them. Swiss grabs the fire ghoul's free hand and looks at him almost pleadingly. “Dew… he doesn’t want me right now. He doesn’t need me. He needs you,” Swiss clarifies gently. 

It’s not often Dew just… freezes. But he stares at Phantom, knowing he… shouldn’t. He should walk away, he doesn’t deserve Phantom, he didn’t treat him well, and he- 

“Dew- Dew , I need you, please,” Phantom finally sobs, from the bed, staring at him with watery, desperate amethyst eyes. 

With that, any self-control Dew has, any self-restraint, is gone. 

He nearly shoves Swiss off the bed, making the multi-ghoul tumble into Mountain. 

Dew takes the place on the bed, grabbing Phantom, and pulling the young, crying mess into his arms. 

“Hey, hey- it’s okay- I got you,” he lets out in a stream, clutching the quintessence ghoul close to his chest.  

At Dew’s words, Phantom pounced into his lap as he belonged there, settling his body weight in Dew’s thighs, running his hands in Dew’s hair, and dragging his mouth to Dew’s. 

The taste of Phantom was something that could bring Dew back to life- he’s convinced. He begs he’ll never lose it. Same as the feeling of him. 

Hands settling on Phantom’s waist, he quickly followed a path up and down his sides, over his back, down to his lithe waist. He slipped his hands under Phantom’s shirt, devouring the moan the boy in his lap made at the contact. 

It should be a sin, Dew decided, how Phantom rocked his hips down into his. He moved easily, feeling like liquid sex melting against him. Fuck this boy… is his.  

“… Phantom,” Dew groans, breaking away when the ghoul rolls his hips again.

“Dew,” Phantom hummed in response. He trailed his lips over the scruff of Dew’s chin, teeth coming out to scrape across his jawline. He sank his teeth into the skin of his neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a giant bite mark. The motion sends a thrilling shiver down Dewdrop’s spine as the bites got rougher, and more animalistic as he went on. There was no doubt he’d have bruises and teeth indentations scattered across his throat and neck for the next several days. And maybe.. His mating bite…

Dewdrop tries to stop. Phantom deserves better. Phantom deserves everything good, everything perfect in the world… everything that’s not Dew… 

But any logic quickly leaves Dewdrop’s brain. 

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“… Phantom,” Dew groans, breaking away when the pretty ghoul rolls his hips again.

“ Dew ,” Phantom hummed in response. He trailed his lips over the scruff of Dew’s chin, teeth coming out to scrape across his hard jawline. He sank his teeth into the skin of his neck, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a giant bite mark. 

The motion sends a thrilling shiver down Dewdrop's spine as the bites get rougher, more animalistic as he goes on. Phantom bites hard, even shaking his head a bit as he does so, breathing heavily into Dew’s neck. There was no doubt he’d have bruises and teeth indentations scattered across his throat and neck for the next several days.

If Dew could, fuck, he’d have Phantom’s teeth marks on him always. He’d be littered in Phantom’s bites, bruises, everything from the quintessence ghoul. He’d be a walking testament to Phantom’s adoration. And he’d have the mating mark, deep and obvious. He wants it all so badly. He wants Phantom. 

Dew’s mouth goes slack as Phantom bites him. Fuck he’s so close… 

It takes nearly all of Dew’s self-restraint to jolt a bit, so Phantom’s bite loosens. 

No, Phantom deserves better than him. Dew didn’t think to knot or mate him before this, spending so many times between Phantom’s legs and never taking care of him the way he should have. 

Dew feels tears well in his eyes as he thinks about how differently he has treated Phantom, compared to how Aether knotted Dew. Aether was big, and strong, kissing Dew and reminding him how adored he was the entire time. He talked clearly- telling him what he was doing, why he was doing it. Dew felt so good. 

Dew is horrified Phantom will never feel that now. He should have done this before; not just knotted him during a time of high emotion and feral headspace and heat. 

But before Dew can dwell on it, Phantom kisses his attention back. Phantom is so desperate on top of Dew, he needs to try to get the upper hand so he can make this good for Phantom, actually help him and make him feel better. The smaller ghoul is almost frantic in his movements and Dew knows he needs to take the edge off, for both of them, if he's honest. 

He's been aching since the bathroom door opened, and Phantom's heat scent engulfed him. It had attacked his nose, making Dew weak at the knees. God, Phantom… so perfect. 

Pulling himself together and gently coaxing Phantom off his lap is tougher than he thought it would be. The younger had latched on to Dew’s clothes, wrapped his tail around his bicep and clenched his thighs tight around his hips, grinding his body against Dew’s, his strength keeping the fire ghoul pinned under him. 

Dew kisses Phantom’s jaw, gasping. “ Bug , you gotta let go, sweet boy. Dew's gonna help, but you gotta let me up,” he is trying to be as clear as possible for the feral boy. 

Phantom answered by whining and letting his claws come out, ripping through Dew’s shirt to get a better grip on his shoulders. Dew hissed at the sharp sting of claws, his back bowed and hips jerked up into Phantom's pelvis. The pain is delicious when coming from Phantom, and he grunts as blood comes out of the claw marks lacing his shoulders. 

The full-body reaction Phantom has to Dew thrusting into him is the perfect chance for Dew to catch him off guard. He can free his legs and flip Phantom under him, finally giving him the upper hand. The startled gasp Phantom lets out is very satisfying, it’s music to his ears, and Dew can't help but smirk. He keeps Phantom pinned with his hips and sits up to remove his shirt. 

When his hand touches a wet spot on his pants, Dew swallows hard. Fuck. Phantom is soaking . Dew feels his hard cock throb at the realization. He loves it when Rain is feral and in heat because he gets wet, soaking wet, like this too. It drove Dew wild . 

He shuffles down the bed, barely hearing Phantom's disappointed cry before it turns to a near scream of absolute pleasure. Dew has Phantom folded in half with his tongue licking as much of Phantom’s flowing slick into his mouth as possible. He isn't being careful, he's frantic in his desperation to taste his most precious Bug. Slick is dripping from his chin and Phantom's involuntary movements are causing it to spread from his chin up the bridge of his nose. 

Fuck, he tastes perfect. 

He's drowning in it, the same way Phantom is drowning in his pleasure. Dew can’t keep his hips still against the bed. His pants are rubbing against his sensitive cock in an almost painful way, but Dew deserves that. It keeps him from forgetting that this is temporary, he doesn't get Phantom like this for real, doesn’t deserve him. 

Just for now. Just while he needs help through his heat…

A hard tug from Phantom’s fingers in his hair pulls him out of his head. “ I got you bug,” he returns his mouth to Phantom's wet hole and drags one hand from Phantom’s thigh, up to his weeping, pulsing cock. A few tugs of his fist and a well-placed movement with his tongue has Phantom drawing up tight, bowing off the bed and nearly bucking lithe Dew off the bed, with the intensity of his orgasm. 

Dew hastily removes his pants while Phantom takes some deep breaths. Phantom’s, now messier, cock has not deflated in the least. It's dark head pulsing against his taut stomach, every little vein and ridge straining with how desperate he is to finally get the knot he wants so badly. 

Phantom seems exhausted at this point, his body finally stilling, but no less needy. “Please Dew. Knot. Me. Now.” It’s slow words, but intense, punctuated and sure. How could anyone say no to that?

The look of absolute petulance on Phantom's face is the last push. Dew lines himself up and enters Phantom in one smooth thrust. A little rougher than he intended but he's losing control- barely had any as is. He's shaking and trying to be gentle with the young, feral ghoul under him. Phantom's face broke into the softest smile feeling Dew bottom out . So pretty.  

His eyes are closed so Dew can stare at his face without feeling guilty, well guiltier. 

“Move, Dew,” Phantom whispers softly. At his beautiful, soft command, it's like Dewdrop’s body isn't his own anymore. Phantom’s words go to every fibre of his being. 

He thrusts fast right from the beginning, hands and arms wrapped around Phantom to keep him as close as possible. His sweaty body melds against Phantom’s perfectly, sticky skin making lewd noises as Dew absolutely loses himself in the quintessence ghoul. 

Only a handful of thrusts later, with a broken choke, Dew feels his knot swell, and it's swelling fast. It's never been like this before, he can't stop himself, he can't even think, he can only fuck. Fuck himself into HIS Phantom; his perfect ghoul. 

One, two, three… Hells , he's coming. His knot is being milked by Phantom's muscles contracting as his body empties yet another load onto his sweat-soaked body. 

“Fuck, Phantom, baby- hell-” Dew’s words are barely legible, his eyes rolling into his head as his knot pops. 

Phantom is sobbing, feeling so full, and he somehow cums again, spilling between their bodies as more slick flows between his thighs and over Dew. 

✧.*

Swiss glances at Dewdrop and Phantom, fully entangled. 

Fucking finally. Dew FINALLY did something smart. He loves his fire ghoul but he makes stupid decisions with his heart sometimes. 

But now that Phantom is satiated, Swiss can focus on the other ghoul suffering in the heat. Usually, Mountain takes care of Rain for his heat, but there are times, like today based on the look the earth ghoul is giving Swiss, when Mounty is just well, too big. 

“I shouldn’t,” Mountain mumbles as he holds Rain’s face in his lap, stroking his hair with his huge hand.

Rain is sensitive at the best of times, during his heat sometimes he can't take the sheer size of Mounty’s knot and needs one that won’t inflict pain on him. So, Swiss, always willing to offer a knot and lend a hand, takes over. The three of them work together to soothe Rain's needs. Mounty holds Rain close as Swiss moves from Phantom's side of the bed to run his hands over Rain's bare legs and up over his hips. 

The earth ghoul is pressing kisses to his forehead but Rain is trying desperately to lick into his mouth. Swiss can't help but find Rain's debauched behaviour incredibly provocative and if the heat scent in the air wasn't enough, he's almost fully hard in his pants. Swiss is always turned on by Rain, the water ghoul’s pretty body and calm demeanour just lurs Swiss in. 

Swiss pulls his shirt over his head as he watches the other two. Mountain and Rain are lost in each other, their hands and mouths running over any part of the other's body that they can reach. Rain cries against Mountain, gasping and rubbing his face in Mountain’s neck. 

“Good, you’re good, you’re okay,” Mountain whispers into Rain’s ear, kissing him again. “Swiss is going to make you feel so good,”

Swiss is removing his pants when Rain looks at him and beckons him closer, with a shaking nod. Swiss is on him instantly and they share a filthy kiss of their own, making the big guy watch this time. Mountain grunts and his eyes are nearly hazy with lust of his own. Swiss makes room around the other ghouls so he can guide his cock into Rain- he can’t wait anymore. 

Rain arches his back right away, Swiss’ tight grip on his hips the only thing that keeps himself from slipping from Rain's dripping entrance. He’s so fucking wet. It sends everyone into a frenzy; Cirrus and Swiss especially though; something about how wet, and desperate, Rain is especially during his heat is fucking irresistible. 

Mounty’s the one that moans into Rain's shoulder at his beautiful reaction. Mountain is so gone on Rain, it's adorable to watch, Swiss smiles at the two while starting to build up a bit of a rhythm. Rain's body is getting restless again, feeling Swiss’s more average-sized knot grow against his entrance with everything, deep thrust. 

“Do it, Swiss,” the earth ghoul grumbles before biting against the mating bite on Rain’s neck. Mounty knows Rain so well that he's the one to urge Swiss to force his knot into the feverish ghoul at just the right time, triggering Rain's orgasm right away. 

“Fucking hell,” Swiss chokes as Rain squeezes around him. Swiss’s hands go to Rain’s dark locks, fisting them tightly. 

Rain is sobbing as he cums, Mounty holds his treasure through it while Swiss freezes above them, his own orgasm hitting nearly instantly, so he rides out his own waves.

Finally, Rain seems a little calmer, not in so much pain at the release. Mountain guides them down, so they can arrange themselves a bit more comfortably, to wait for Swiss knot to go down. Rain dozes instantly, he’s always sleepy after an orgasm, with his face in Mounty’s neck and his hand holding onto Swiss’s.

✧.*

Similarly situated, with Phantom seeming blissed out of his mind- his pupils blown in ecstasy, his chest rising and falling slowly. Dew is so lost in the feeling of pleasure, that when the guilt finally creeps back in, it slams down on him like a pile of bricks. 

Fuck, Dew, you fucked up. Bug deserves so much better. 

As soon as Dew’s knot deflates, he scrambles off Phantom, tears in his eyes as he runs to the bathroom- shutting the door. The sudden, jerking movement scares Phantom, making the boy cry almost instantly. 

Dew fucked up. Fuck - he fucked up so badly. Phantom deserves better- so much better- than getting knotted for his first time in some hotel room, next to Swiss and Rain getting it on, with Mountain watching all of them, for hell’s sake. 

Dew slams his head against the door- his eyes shutting as he hears Phantom’s muffled cries, as Mountain offers comforting words to the ghoul. Dew shudders as he slumps against the door. “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry kid,” he chokes out. 

Smoke is choking his body, heat and fire running through him, as smoke spills out of his ears, and nose, and he coughs out smoke from his lungs as biting tears spill out of his eyes. His heart is hammering in his chest as he grabs the doorknob with a shaking hand to lock it.

Mountain tenses as he sees Dew nearly bolt off Phantom and the giant ghoul’s normally calm demeanor snaps, as he scrambles to grab quintessence ghoul in his big arms. Why the fuck would he do that?! Dew knows better. 

“Hey, no, don’t cry- it’s okay- little bug, you did nothing wrong, you did so well. Please, don’t cry, you did so well,” Mountain murmurs and rubs his cheek- pulling Phantom into his lap, his huge torso wrapped around Phantom. “You’re so good. Dew is having some problems- it isn’t you. Do you hear me?”

Phantom is still coming off his waves of euphoria and emotions and the beautiful, lavender ghoul stares at Mountain. “He… doesn’t want me-”

Mountain cradles his face tightly. “He does. We all do… but him especially. He does want you… he just… he’s having an issue with himself, not you,” the earth ghoul tried to clarify but it fell on deaf ears. Mountain’s heart breaks looking at the quintessence ghoul and he wants nothing more than to make him feel so good and so loved. 

Mountain is furious with Dew but heartbroken for Phantom. He wants to simultaneously pummel Dew but protecting Phantom in his delicate state is the top priority. Dew is beyond careless with Phantom right now, abandoning him like that, after his first knot without so much as a fucking word. 

Mounty's reassurances to Phantom taste like ash in his mouth. They're empty words, he can't explain anything in Dewdrop’s brain, but he can support Phantom and stop him from spiralling. The giant ghoul takes the band's tiny bug in his arms to settle him back on the bed. The boy is still sobbing but no longer with loud or wet noises, just quiet; his little heart is still shattered. 

Mountain isn't great with words, he always was better with actions. He starts petting Phantom’s curly hair to get it out of his face, tucking it around him on the pillow. Phantom really is beautiful and Mounty will never understand how he ended up in their pack, be he's never going to complain either. He loves all of the members dearly. He hasn't been as close to Phantom since he's arrived but he will be definitely changing that, starting right now. How he hasn’t before is a mystery to him, but Mountain is normally so enamoured with Rain around it takes up most of his attention. But this pretty ghoul was in front of him the whole time and he barely touched him. He wanted to, fuck, just never did. Idiot . 

He places gentle kisses on Phantom's forehead, holding him down with his body as a living weighted blanket to ease the boy's distress. Phantom latches on to his long arms and legs, silently begging not to be left alone again. Phantom's body heats up as another wave of pain starts to hit him, the respite from Dew’s knot is gone. 

Mountain feels him clenching in pain underneath him, and he kisses everywhere he can reach to comfort him. Phantom is whimpering softly at the gentle treatment and heat pain. Mounty knows what Phantom needs but also knows that he could end up hurting him the same way he does with Rain sometimes, and he’s terrified of that. 

 “Hey, bug, can I help you now? I know you're heating up again?” Mountain mumbles into his neck. 

 “Please, Mounty. I need help.” Is his whispered reply. Rain and Swiss move a little closer to offer support for the couple, a little awkward considering the situation. Rain especially is shaken out of his trance as he can nearly feel Phantom’s pain. Mounty has renewed determination as he goes from pure comfort to helping Phantom with his heat. 

His touch is less gentle, more frenzied, and soon Phantom stops crying, and is reacting to one of his potential mates making his body sing. Their naked bodies were already pressed together, now moving to seek more friction. Mountain can't stop kissing and licking his sweet-scented skin. Phantom lets out a loud moan when Mounty goes near his mating mark with Rain. He mouths over the still tender bite and it makes a primal feeling overtake him, and he grunts, his huge body reacting by thrusting firmly into Phantom. And that's when Phantom stills. 

Mounty knows what's going to happen next, and he's getting ready to simply finger Phantom until Swiss or Dew are ready. He's too big. He's going to hurt those he loves again… fuck, he should have been more careful. 

He goes to pull away, but he feels Phantom's small hand reach between them, and wrap around his fully hard cock, the knot already obvious even though it's just starting to swell. 

“ Oh, ” Phantom sighs. “It's so big.”

Before the giant ghoul can answer, Phantom turns his watery eyes onto his Mounty, “Please. It's so big. Please put it in me, fill me up,” he’s begging. 

Fucking hell. Who could say no to that?!

Mounty is so turned on his cock twitches in Phantom's hand and a bead of precum runs down, getting caught on his small fingers. Mounty groans into Phantom's shoulders, as Rain lets out a chuckle next to them. The giant quickly returns to his previous kissing and licking, now knowing that Phantom wants this, and wants him. His neck and shoulders are addicting, even littered with marks from the others, hell especially because of the fresh mark from Rain and little bruises from Swiss and Dew. Mounty can't focus on anything else. 

Mountain is completely overcome by the intense need to bite the beautiful ghoul. “Oh, fuck,” he groans, his head pressed into Phantom’s neck, breathing deeply, as his tongue and teeth drag over the ghoul’s skin. The impulse to bite him, mate him, claim him clouds his mind. 

Phantom bares his neck almost immediately- panting and eager- and Mountain mouths at the sweet-smelling spot in the crook of his neck. His hand goes to the base of Phantom’s hair, fisting it, and pulling his head down further. 

Swiss, still knotted in Rain, breaks his gaze from the water ghoul and looks over. “Careful, big guy,” Swiss warns as he kisses Rain’s jaw. 

The water ghoul opens his hazy eyes, focusing on the scene in front of him. Mountain is close to biting Phantom. His green eyes appear almost glazed over, his fangs dragging over Phantom’s speckled neck, and the quintessence ghoul nods eagerly. 

“Wait… wait… bug, are you sure?” Rain says hazily, trying to force some sense of clarity into his voice to make sure his bug is aware of what this means. 

“Yes… don’t you want to do it?” Phantom replies with tears in his eyes and he looks at Mountain. Hell. He is beautiful. 

“Fuck, yes. Wanted to for so long,” Mountain replies desperately, but he snaps his mouth shut and looks at Phantom, carefully, before kissing along his neck. “You sure you want me to, little bug?”

Phantom is gulping, and his head nods fast. “Yes, please ,”

Confirmation enough for him, Mountain proceeds to wrap the ghoul's legs around his waist and pull him close, firm against him. He leans back just far enough to push himself into Phantom's waiting body. His reaction is stunning. Even after fucking two people and being knotted once, Mountain’s knot is so big he might as well have been a virgin. “ Mountain ,” Phantom wails. He's panting. The feeling is extremely intense, almost like it shouldn't fit but it does. 

Mountain can't help but watch as all three of them are enraptured by the stunning ghoul. “Now. I want to bite you when I cum this time,” Phantom has to pant between every few words like he's barely coherent anymore, the pleasure too much. 

Any remaining doubt is thrown out of the earth ghoul's mind as he leans forward to the quintessence ghoul’s bared neck and bites hard, right next to Rain’s, almost overlapping. 

Phantom almost shakes apart from the euphoric feeling as their bond starts to solidify within him. It’s overwhelming and he's pulling Mounty’s head away frantically, but gently. Mountain spares his neck a few licks before Phantom has his teeth on a relatively clear spot on his neck; ironically, they find out later, it's right next to Dew’s. Phantom mouths as the spot and bites. The bite lasts a little longer than Mounty’s because Phantom cums immediately, as the earth ghoul thrusts his full knot gently, and their bond is completed. 

Spiralling words and praises are falling out of someone’s mouth- Mountain isn’t sure who. He is only feeling pure pleasure as he rides out his orgasm, pinning the ghoul into the bed like he is trying to fuck him through it. Mountain couldn’t help but marvel at how small Phantom was compared to him, the bulge appearing in Phantom. Mountain can’t help himself, his huge hand slips down and he palms the spot on the ghoul's stomach, making Phantom sob. Mountain kisses the tears, reminding him that he is so good, so good for him.

✧.*

When Mountain finally manages to pull himself off Phantom when his knot deflates, Swiss is quick to switch places, and holds Phantom tightly, rubbing his horns, and threading his fingers through the boy’s curly hair. He presses kisses to the Phantom’s sweaty forehead. Sweet boy. 

“Do you want them?” Phantom mumbles into his skin. 

Swiss looks down at him, pressing his lips onto Phantom’s forehead. “What?”

Phantom breathes out before his pretty amethyst eyes go to Swiss. “Kits,”

Swiss debates this question for a second. He’s never really thought about it... Or never let himself think about it, too much. No multi-ghoul has ever carried kits- but he could have them with someone else. He can’t lie and say he’s never thought about it with Rain… But he answers the quintessence ghoul. “Maybe? One day I guess. I don’t know,”

Phantom looks at him and purrs. “I do.”

Swiss smiles and ruffles his hair. “They’d be lucky to have you if you decide to have them. But you’re still young. You have time. We all have time,” Swiss says, and as he thinks about it, he smiles, overcome with the daydream he has more than he likes to admit. “A little kit in the pack? How sweet. We should have had one sooner,” Swiss jokes but almost instantly- the atmosphere in the room plummets. 

Beside them, Rain’s entire body stiffens from under Mountain. His entire energy, magic, and aura shift almost immediately- and both Swiss and Phantom notice. Phantom especially tries to shuffle forward to Rain, reaching for his sweet love. “Rain… Rainy , what’s wrong?”

Rain is so heartbreakingly sad, his huge blue eyes watering. “Please don’t talk about them...” He snuffles out as he cries against Mountain’s chest. “I don’t deserve them,” Rain mumbles, so softly, it’s like he was saying it only to himself.  

Swiss hear him well, also shuffling over, so they’re crowded against Rain. Mountain has woken up, his groggy eyes focusing on the distressed ghoul under him. Swiss looks confused. “What do you mean you don’t deserve them, Rainbow? You deserve everything good. You’d be so good with a kit-“

Rain shakes his head. “No. No . You don’t… fuck! You don’t understand!  I don’t fucking deserve anything. I’ve lost all of them. All of them. I was never able to carry one for any sort of time. Fuck . I’ve lost them and I miss them every fucking time. They deserved more. Life. They deserved a carrier who could actually protect them. But instead, they got… me. Fuck,” Rain chokes out. His eyes shut as if he is reliving the brutal experience of losing a life he wanted desperately to carry, to nurse, to adore. Fuck. He would have adored them- so much. 

The weight of the words slam onto Swiss. 

He was right.  

Rain lost kits- oh hell- he’s lost more than one. And he mourned every crippling loss, alone, never admitting the pain he was going through. 

Phantom is out from under Swiss in record time, his lithe body nearly wrapping around Rain. His hand goes to Rain’s hair, dragging his face closer to his neck, and his tail wraps around Rain’s legs, as he hugs his arm around his waist, tightly. “It’s okay- you’re so good, Rain. It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Phantom whispers reassuringly and presses soft, loving kisses to the water ghoul’s distraught face. 

Rain almost seems to try to shove him off- anger rising in him- but then he also grips at Phantom’s lithe waist. “No- shut up. Shut up. Fuck off. You don’t know. It’s my fault. Fuck… it’s all my fault.”

Phantom, a protective, low growl comes out when he grabs Rain’s face. Despite the fact they’re still in a pile in between Mountain and Swiss, Phantom props himself between them, hugging the water ghoul against his naked body, and keeping the other two ghouls off him, for the time being. 

“No. Stop it,” Phantom tells him firmly. But the tears don't stop. But just by being next to him, Phantom’s calming adoration and love for Rain seems to flood the ghoul. Words don’t matter right now. What matters is Phantom is trying, from his entire core, to remind Rain that he isn’t a bad thing simply for experiencing loss. He’s not. He’s good and pure and doesn’t deserve the pain life has dealt him. 

The bathroom door opens, and Dew comes out, on shaky legs. He was listening to everything. One look between him and Rain, and Dew slides back into the bed nearly instantly. Phantom is too lost in his instinctual need to be with Rain to be angry with Dew for abandoning him. 

Dew and Rain always shared a bond, something so strong and protective. He cradles Rain onto his chest- his heat radiating through his body. “It’s not your fault. You need to know that. Fuck. You didn’t deserve any of this shit you’ve been through,” Dew mumbles. It isn’t exactly a soft words of affirmation, but it’s a reminder for the water ghoul who is often too hard on himself. 

Rain doesn’t respond, not to anyone. The praises and constant reassurance almost make him feel worse. Not worthy of it, fuck. He just buries his head into Phantom’s neck for the time being- ending the conversation for now. He’s too feral, too fragile, for any good to come out of this anymore. 

When Dew’s hand inadvertently slips to grab Phantom’s, Swiss snarls lowly and swats it away. Dew blinks hard and tries to avoid his own tears. 

It’s a haze of cuddles and long limbs being strewn over each other as the pile of five remains on the hotel bed. Dew and Phantom huddle close to each other, despite the boy's still heartbroken look at being abandoned after Dew knotted him. 

When the fire ghoul starts kissing along Phantom’s jawline, making the quintessence ghoul melt against him, a look of confusion flashes over Phantom’s features. Phantom tries to conceal the tears and Swiss finally growls. He grabs Dewdrop, ripping him out of the bed, ignoring the surprised whines and cries from Phantom and Rain, and the questioning look from Mountain. 

Swiss loves Dewdrop. But he loves Phantom, too. And Dewdrop is hurting Phantom whether or not he means to. And as much as Swiss adores the fire ghoul; it isn’t fair to bug for Dew to be treating him this way. 

Swiss grabs Dewdrop, as he slams the bathroom door shut, pushing him against the door and growling. Dew looks surprised, but he’s used to rough treatment from Swiss- when he asks for it. Swiss fucks him rough, and loves him hard. But Dew can see the anger.  “If you can’t give that boy what he needs, be the person for him that he wants- you gotta let him go. Don’t touch him, confuse him, don’t do anything with him again. His state is way too fragile now. You knotted him then fucking ran off him like a bat outta’ hell. The fuck is wrong with you?!” Swiss snarls at Dewdrop. 

Dew stares at him. Not be with Phantom— at all? No. No. He can’t do that. “I can’t,” Dew chokes out. 

Swiss yells at him now. “You have to let him go!”

Dewdrop yells back at him, aggressively. “I can’t! I can’t!” 

“Then fucking do better,” Swiss snarls at him. Swiss loves too deeply to see the quintessence ghoul ever cry like he did because of Dew abandoning him. And Swiss loves Dewdrop, and fuck, the stompy, stubborn fire ghoul deserves happiness. And Phantom is happiness. Why would Dew deny himself of that any longer? 

“He loves you most,” Swiss admits. 

Dew sighs and sags under his hands, as the multighoul holds him against the bathroom door. “Don’t deserve him. He’s too good.” 

Swiss tightens his grip. “You deserve happiness , Dewdrop. You do. I know it doesn’t come easily but for your sake, his, for all of our sake… just… let yourself find happiness because it’s right fucking in front of you.”

It’s Rain who asks Mountain to be with Swiss to the bathroom, so he can have time alone with the fire ghoul and Phantom; both of them needing it. Rain will watch to make sure Phantom isn’t hurt. He's more clear-headed but still protective. 

Dewdrop comes out, looking defeated, and looks at Phantom with wide eyes. “I’m so sorry… kid. I’m so sorry you are… fuck… just everything. And I didn’t feel deserving of you. But I shouldn’t have done what I did.” 

Phantom looks at him, hurt still, but his eyes soften when he finally reaches for Dewdrop and pulls him into the bed. No more words for the time being. Phantom just wants to be with him. 

Rain and Phantom are immediately on either side of the fire ghoul, pressing kisses to his neck, and jaw, anywhere they can get. Phantom entangles his hand into Dew’s long, blond hair, so his head is tilted back so he can reach his pretty mouth. 

“Good- you’re so good, Dew. Fuck, so good,” Phantom praises. It nearly makes Dew sob instantly at the praise. He doesn’t feel deserving of it, none of it, but Rain and Phantom make him feel so good and so loved. 

Rain kissed the scars of his gills, Phantom sees it, but knows it’s not his place to touch. 

Phantom is kissing Dew; kissing away the tears that’s coming out of his eyes on his flared cheeks. Steam rises from the contact of the liquid on his hot skin. Rain works his way down the fire ghoul's body until he finds his cock, kissing it and wrapping his long fingers around it- making Dew gasp and buck into his hands. 

Phantom is mouthing at the spot on Dewdrop’s neck and the fire ghoul almost immediately drops his head, baring his neck. 

They don’t need any guidance from Rain for this. Phantom kisses his neck, before sinking his fangs deep into Dew’s skin, piercing the flesh, and making the fire ghoul cry out, his eyes fluttering shut, as he comes in Rain’s hand almost immediately. 

Phantom laps up the blood- kissing the wound- as Dew fists his curly hair in his hands. “Good- so good, Dew,” he praises. 

Hells, the praising. Dew doesn’t deserve it. 

But even though he doesn’t deserve it, Phantom is so willing and wants to give it. So, why keep denying himself something so good, so pure? 

Phantom— the missing piece that no one knew they needed, and now they can’t live without. 

Phantom guides Dew’s head to his neck and the fire ghoul breathes in heavily, the sweet scent filling his nose, as he turns and slots himself between Phantom's leg, grinding against him. 

“Okay?”

Phantom nods eagerly. “Yeah… yeah. Please,” 

Phantom screams when Dew bites his neck, coming again, and crying. Good, so good. 

Rain is watching, protectively over his bug, but also… so happy, to see the love radiating through the room. 

✧.*

Swiss, Mountain, and Dew are amazed that the two ghouls manage to play the shows they had lined up for the next day. They were all over each other on stage- making the fans go wild- but it was magic how they seemed to support each other and manage to still perform.

Finally, back on the tour bus, Mountain and Swiss somehow manage to cram into the same bunk as Rain. The water ghoul, who is nearly pinned underneath them, his lanky limbs stuffed into an unimaginable angle, whines. 

“Ah, fuck, you two are heavy- get off- Dew, help ,” Rain muffles, as both Mountain and Swiss try to snuggle him. Dew is out at the back, smoking a cigarette, unable to hear the water ghouls' voice.  

“You get him all the time!” Swiss snaps at Mountain, moping. 

Mountain, so full of love and adoration, just smiles and hugs Rain tighter. “I can’t help it. Where is the other one?”

Said other one, Phantom, came out of the bathroom- with big, curious eyes, as he heard Rain’s voice. He shuffles down the corridor, before Swiss nearly scoops him up by the scruff of his neck and the quintessence ghoul lets out a surprised cry. “Hey, wait- what?! No, I can’t fit!” Phantom whines as Swiss drags him into the bunk- which is absolutely, definitely, not made for four ghouls. Swiss stuffs Phantom on top of him, his limbs wrapped around him tightly to keep him from falling and somehow Phantom winds up on top of Rain, sandwiched in between Mountain and Swiss. 

He looks around and whines. “Help,” he says to Rain. 

Rain snorts- before kissing the mark on Phantom’s neck. “You think you need help? I’m getting suffocated down here.” 

Dew comes back to the bunks after his cigarette- his brow raised as he sees a pile of tangled limbs and tails from behind the privacy curtain on the bunks. He raises an ashy blond brow and snorts. “What’s going on in there, shitheads?” 

“They captured us,” Rain groans, and Mountain laughs. 

“They won’t let us go!” Phantom squeaks. 

Dew scowls, before somehow managing to grab Phantom's tail, playfully tugging it, and the ghoul whines before climbing out of the bunk and nearly falling into Dew’s awaiting arms. “Sorry. He’s mine for the night,” Dew tells them. 

Back in their familiar bunk on the tour bus, Dew sits next to Phantom, cradling the freckled ghoul’s face. Phantom is in one of Rain’s blue hoodies, and a pair of Dew’s sweatpants. Dew smiles at the sight, as he peppers kisses over Phantom’s face, making the sweet boy giggle and hug him tighter, so tightly over his torso. He’s strong. 

Dew winces a bit but doesn’t ask him to loosen his grip. It’s fascinating to see Phantom’s magic and power fluctuate and grow, and Dew will spend as much time as he can observing the quintessence ghoul. His emotions are intense and deepened, even more than before- reflecting in his magic. He’ll need to get Aether to have a look at him too. 

“You have a lot of magic, kid,” Dew mumbles into the boy's hair. Phantom is nearly glimmering in the dark. 

Phantom’s brows knit together. “I don’t understand it yet,” he admits. In the dark bunk; the freckles on Phantom’s face nearly glitter and shine like small galaxies painted over his skin. 

Dew presses kisses along his cheeks, following the outline of stars on his lavender hue skin. But his face falls when he thinks about how cowardly he was earlier. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, for what I did… leaving you after that. I don’t talk about shit well. But that… was so stupid of me. You deserve so much better-”

Phantom kisses him to make him stop talking. “Stop it. You were scared. I get it,”

“No, no, kid. No matter what I felt, I should have thought about you first. I promise I’ll do better.” Dew whispers. Clutching his face and kissing him, tears in his eyes. 

Phantom smiles and presses his body as close to psychically possible. “I know, love, it’s okay. I love you. I love you, Dew,” Phantom reminds him, and soon they’re a pile of limbs and bodies as they curl together in the bunk. Phantom kisses over his bite on Dew’s neck, making the fire ghoul shudder. 

“Mine.” Phantom breathes. 

✧.*

Back in the abbey, in Rain’s little outcove, Phantom had come for a visit. Phantom loves the outcove, in a crumbling part of the abbey, where spring water is collected in a glittering pool. It’s cold and smells like earth. Reflections of the rippling water dance off the crumbling grey stones, and water plants grow all around. Outside the window, the lake is visible. 

In contrast to the cool atmosphere, in Rain’s bed, it’s warm and cozy. Rain has a thick fleece blanket he nipped off Mountain. It’s brown, warm and ragged from use. Phantom cuddles against Rain, draped in the blanket, and his head pressed against the slight swell of the water ghoul’s stomach. His lavender hand is holding onto Rain’s chest, the other on his hip, and he presses soft kisses along Rain’s ribs and stomach. 

“You’re like a cat,” Rain murmurs as he dozes against the quintessence ghoul’s touch. 

Phantom purrs, proving the point. He reaches up, holding Rain’s cold hand in his. “You don’t cry as much these days,” Phantom observes out loud. 

Rain smiles. “Yeah. Don’t feel like I need to, I guess. I have a lot more to smile about,” Rain brushed over the mark, making Phantom shiver. “Glad I found you… little bug. You’re probably the most precious thing I ever could have wanted. Didn’t even know I was missing something in my life till you showed up,” 

The quintessence ghoul doesn’t answer- he seems to be listening to something intently. His head is on Rain's soft stomach still, the pads of his fingers tracing the water ghoul's damp skin.  His eyes pop open wide and he grins. “Little water lily,” 

Rain stills but doesn’t answer. Nor does he ask for Phantom to elaborate, yet. His fingers go to the mark on Phantom’s thigh and he runs the pad of his thumb over it, making the ghoul shiver again. “Maybe. Maybe one day.” 

Phantom seems to understand. But it’s like can see it in his mind; a beautiful, little pale thing running around. Giggling, happy, created out of love. One day. Sooner than they would all think. 

Phantom snuggles closer to Rain, feeling sleepy and safe in the water ghoul's embrace. And feeling loved. Endlessly loved, with the marks on his neck to prove it. 

Rain, who always felt so undeserving of adoration, feels settled and safe in Phantom’s comfortable embrace. For so long, the water ghoul felt terrified of life. It was daunting and scary, and he didn’t understand why he was made. Dewdrop went through so much pain because of him. Rain was heartbroken often, and sad, and his bandmates always tried to remind him they loved him, but he felt so undeserving of it. He lost… so much. 

Rain deserved nothing. Sometimes, he felt that it would be so much easier if he just… wasn’t there. 

But he found love in his pack mates. But especially in Swiss’s constant kisses, Dew’s fiery love for him, hugging him around the waist and kissing his hair. And Mountain’s firm, steadfast love. He holds him during the nights, his gentle voice reminding him how loved he is. 

And now, Phantom… being the missing part of his heart, he never knew he needed. He lessens his pain, and makes him feel safe and whole. 

Rain starts crying, but not because he’s in pain. It’s quite the fucking opposite. Rain hugs Phantom tightly. That kid is pure magic. 

And everyone is lucky to have him. And he’s lucky to have them. 

[blake-1030]

This is the best thing ever (I’m crying)

The Coming of My Ruin

Fandom: Ghost  Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Dew/Swiss.  Featuring: Near Death Experiences; the first snowfall of the season; Dewdrop being a little shit; No one knowing how to talk about their feelings productively; Harmful perfectionism; A lot of Angst; A tiny bit of smut.   All Dew wants is to go in for a walk in the woods. The weather has other plans.  

He shoves his hand into the snow in an attempt to speed up the process of dying. He brings a handful of it close to his face. He looks at the crystalline structure of each snowflake. It sort of makes sense that something this pretty is going to be the literal death of him. He has only ever wrought destruction to beautiful things—it’s fitting that they would get their payback eventually. Read it on AO3

[blake-1030]

That was… 10000/10

My own brain is railing me relentlessly. You have me hooked on rain/dew/phantom. What will happen if dew and rain decide to endulge phantom? Will they tie him up and make him watch or will they play with him mercilessly👀

I'm sorry for asking but i will combust into thin air😭

The conclusion to my accidental PhantomRainDrop ficlet miniseries is finally here!! Time to wreck some ghouls!

To catch up on the events that led us to this point, please read:

"Phantom Chokes Himself While Jerking Off to Raindrop" "What Raindrop Was Up To While Phantom Was Busy" and "Rain and Dew Objectify an Oblivious Phantom"

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Infinite Skin

Rating: Explicit — Words: 8,529 | 1 Chapter

Pairing: Phantom/Rain/Dew

Summary: 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.

Contains: A hot nasty threesome, baby's first time topping, horn porn, gill play, tail pulling, Dew being a bossy bottom, Mean Rain!!, anal fingering and fucking, blow jobs, much elaboration on Phantom's piercings, come everywhere, choking, spitroast-style double penetration, and more!!

Read more on AO3!

[blake-1030]

Phantoms one was so me core (I don’t have a tail, if you aren’t sure🤫🤫) also I still done know how to use emojis :(

Hey, could you write something about how Ghouls would react to their partner touching and stroking their horns and tails?

oohhh I do love a good monsterfucking type of thing so here we go

°✧ aether ✧°

ooh that feels nice & oh- oooooohh you better watch out what you do with those hands

thumps his foot like a dog if you hit the right spots

loves good thumb rubs up the horns especially

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°✧ aurora ✧°

her head bows forward & she purrs instantly

basically melts right under your hand whether you're playing with her horns or tail

loves scritches where her tail meets her tailbone

.

°✧ cirrus ✧°

lays back on her stomach if you go for her tail, lays on her back if you touch her horns

starts purring so hard you can see her vibrate

squirms over the floor if you just keep going

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°✧ cumulus ✧°

tries to hold back her reactions at how good it is

whimpers & tries shaking off the chills on her skin

she'll move away from your hand & start kissing you as thanks but also to distract you

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°✧ dew ✧°

don't pull his horns at the base, he'll cum :(

no, seriously, he whines like a bitch & ruts into his hand or against the floor if you touch his horns/tail

dew yowls if he gets too close or it feels too good

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°✧ mountain ✧°

thumps his foot & tail like a dog, he melts for it

groans in short, low bursts while his head tips over

if you scratch under the base of his tail, he makes this involuntary push of his hips to the floor/air

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°✧ phantom ✧°

umm what are you doing? oh, wait that's nice :)

actually no... that- ohhhhhhh that's dangerous

gives a really long whine then his eyes go super wide & his hand flies to his pants in surprise

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°✧ rain ✧°

pull along the length of his horns pls he likes it

but don't touch the webbing of his hands, really

his horns are sensitive but the webbing is extra sensitive & it usually doesn't feel good touched

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°✧ swiss ✧°

°✧ sunshine ✧°

she will continue to vibrate for 5 minutes after you give the lightest touch at the tips of her horns

if you keep doing it, she purrs like crazy

she'll purr if you scratch her tail just not as hard

.

fuck, baby, you trying to start something?

his tail is flicking & he's climbing onto you

it's mind-numbingly good & he can't help trying to return pleasure to you despite how good he feels

[blake-1030]

(Loving the Mitski btw) people who use more than one set of pronouns are always so cool, and you can’t deny it

Earth emotions

Tw!: Crying, overthinking, pronoun confusion, gender dysphoria, Newly summoned Phantom, I was listening to Mitski while writing this so yea

🫶

Phantom whines quietly as he looks at himself in the mirror

He thinks maybe he's just going crazy, maybe he did something wrong, maybe he's broken?

Everytime he hears someone always say "he" or "him" when referring to him it makes him feel weird

He doesn't like it

Well, he doesn't hate it but constantly hearing he and him is getting old and doesn't feel right

He tried to tell Swiss but Swiss said he's probably just sick and explained to him what earth sickness are, that was scary

But the miscommunication may have been a small bit on phantoms part since he only told Swiss he didn't feel good

He tried to find the words to explain that he didn't like being called he or him that much but his brain was running at 100 miles per hour and his words? Not so fast

Swiss just told him to go get some rest and he'd ask mountain to bring him some tea for him and Phantom when he finished restringing the guitar

Phantom wipes his eyes as they water

He's a little bit familiar with the water coming out of his eyes or crying as they call it apparently

But last time he cried it was from happy tears after Cumulus crocheted him a small bat stuffed animal on the tour bus

But these tears felt different, not happy

More salty and bad feeling

He didn't like it but doesn't know what to do, he's supposed to be resting

He sniffles and takes a deep breath before walking out of the bathroom and laying on the bed

He holds the crocheted bat tightly to his chest as an attempt to muffle his crying

He hears the door open and he curls up more under the blanket, wanting to just disappear and not talk

"Swiss told me you weren't feeling goo- Hey you ok?" Mountain says as he carefully sets down the two glasses of tea in the bedside table and sits on the bed

Phantom whimpers quietly, not trying too but it slips out accidentally

"here, I'm gonna carefully lower the blanket, ok?" Mountain says, putting his hands on the edge of the blanket but waiting for approval

Phantom sniffles but nods and Mountain pulls off the covers

Mountains eyes soften at the sight and he gently runs a hand through phantoms hair

Phantom wipes his eyes, embarrassed yet thankful the comfort

"what's wrong bug?" Mountain says gently

Phantom looks up at him with glossy eyes, holding on to the bat plush tightly

"there's something wrong with me Mount" he says quietly, his voice breaking slightly

Mountain hums quietly as he continues to pet phantoms hair

"There's nothing wrong with you Phantom, Swiss said you were feeling sick, is that what you mean?" Mountain asks, a bit more concerned now

Phantom sniffles

"no!" He says a bit louder

Mountains hand pulls back, not expecting the sudden raise of tone

Phantom also jerks back, not expecting his own tone changing

His eyes get watery and he hides his face in the stuffed animal

"i-im sorry" he says quietly

He sniffles and his mind yells at him again

"am I broken m-mountain?" He asks as tears begin to fall

Mountains heart breaks and he rests a hand on Phantom's shoulder

"your not broken Phantom"

Phantom sniffles and shakes his head

"I think I am" he says as more tears fall

"come here bug" Mountain says as he opens his arms

Phantom looks up at him then hesitates before flying into his arms

He hides in the crook of his neck, continuing to cry

Mountain hugs him tightly, hands rubbing and tracing shapes on his back soothingly

After waiting patiently for a few minutes Phantoms sobs start to calm down

"im sorry" Phantom says quietly

"it's ok" Mountain says, kissing his head

He waits a few more minutes to calm down before talking again

Phantom takes a deep breath before speaking again

"Mountain?" He says quietly

"Yea bug?" Mountain says, running a hand up and down his back again

"feelings on earth are confusing" he says as he hides more in his neck

Mountain chuckles

"that they are" he says with a smile

"do you ever not like the word he?" Phantom asks hoping mountain will understand him

"what do you mean Hun?" Mountain asks, a bit confused but waiting so he can part the words together

"like.. Everytime someone says "he" or "his" when talking about me. It feels.. icky" he says quietly, wanting to just curl up and disappear again for a bit

Mountain hums quietly to think and soothe Phantom's nerves

"Oh? Would you rather be called she? Or they? Or something else?" Mountain asks, getting the idea of where this is going

"is.. all of it possible? But with he sometimes?" Phantom says, very thankful that Mountain is understanding it

"Yea! you tell me what you wanna be called and If you want people to say she or they or he when talking about we can go tell them, ok?" Mountain says with a gentle smile

"is that allowed?" Phantom asks with small hint of hesitation

Mountain chuckles and runs a hand through his hair

"Yea it's allowed bug"

"really?" Phantom asks with a small smile now creeping up on his lips

"yep! You know how Rain goes by they and them sometimes? That's perfectly fine"

Phantom just thought that's how they just were, he didn't know that they went through this too

Phantom smiles and pulls away a bit to look at Mountain

"then.. can I be a he, a they and a she?"

Mountain smiles

"yup!" He says as he gently taps/boops Phantom's nose

Phantom laughs and smiles

"Oh and here, I brought you some tea, we'll have to tell Swiss about the miscommunication" Mountain says with a laugh

"thank you" phantom says then hugs mountain quickly before taking the tea and taking a sip

Earth emotions are confusing and scary at times

But in the end everything will be alright

🫶

[blake-1030]

He’s new here, give him a break (I feel like it was just yesterday when he was summoned)

KINKTOBER 2023 - DAY 26 - HANDJOBS

PHANTOM X SWISS

Summary: Swiss is taking care of the newly summoned ghoul Phantom. Phantom wants to spend the day in his pants watching movies... Swiss obliges. 

Warnings: hand job, Oral Sex, I try to be funny.

THIS IS NSFW

READ ON AO3

It hasn’t been long since Phantom joined his new pack at the ministry, he was growing closer to them the more time they spent working together. It was easy to love Phantom, he had such a dorky character and an innocence that made you want to be his friend and more importantly, be around him. His laugh was infectious, and his quintessence magic was strong. He fit right in.

This particular day started just the same as the others, he woke up and went to look for breakfast. Peeking out of his dorm room wondering if anybody was up yet, it was quiet, and he didn’t want to disturb anyone. He tip-toed towards the kitchen as quiet as a mouse until... Boom. He tripped over the carpet landing on his nose.

“Ouch…” he expelled. “So much for being quiet...”  He thought to himself.

As he was about to pull his face out of the carpet, he could hear his pack shouting him “you alright Phantom?” They all shouted in unison as if they psychically all knew who it was who had tripped up. They were beginning to get used to him and all his quirks. Before he knew it Swiss was stood in front of him with an eyebrow lifted in intrigue, as if he was wondering how, it was possible to trip over the same carpet every day since he arrived here.

“Phantom, do you think you will ever be able to walk out of the dorms without falling on your face? I know you’ve just been summoned but, come on…” he chuckled.

Swiss pulled Phantom to his feet and taps the dirt off his pyjamas.

 “I'm sure I’ll be fine Swiss, just adjusting. My feet like to do what they want” he said making spaghetti arms at Swiss.

“Well, any injuries?” Swiss said eyeing phantoms face with huge eyes.

“I'm fine... I’m fine... Just Hungry for a bowl of cereal” Phantom said as he called on walking towards the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and the cereal box and plonking himself down on to the sofa. Swiss follows and waits to see if Phantom realises, he’s forgotten one important ingredient.  Phantom looked down at his dry cereal in the bowl “Milk...” he mouthed.

Swiss handed him the milk over his shoulder. Pouring the milk into his bowl, he looked over at Swiss and gave him a huge toothy grin.

“Thanks Swiss” he smiled.

“You're with me today Phantom, I’ll be taking care of you. We have a day off today, what would you like to do??” Swiss grinned.

“Sit in our pants and watch movies?” Phantom answered to him.

Rolling his eyes Swiss laughed “I guess we could… Netflix and chill?!” he grinned.

 Phantom lifted his eyebrows and widened his eyes “I don’t know what any of those words mean Swiss, but sounds fun”

The morning dragged on and the rest of the ghouls carried on about their day, most of them had chores or guard duty to deal with and no time to spend lounging around like Swiss and Phantom.

Phantom still being new to earth didn’t have the much knowledge of humans and hadn’t spent a lot of time around them. He was intrigued by them and their behaviours, Swiss had already let him meet a few of the siblings of the abbey. It went well, and they seemed to enjoy his goofy company, but Phantom had tons of questions after that meeting, leaving him even more confused by them. He wanted to spend the day relaxing with his kind, in the comfort of his pack... Enjoying his new hobby, Movies.

Phantom and Swiss were laying curled up in Swiss’s dorm watching movies, Phantom lay across Swiss’s chest with a blanket pulled up to his neck.

“So, what should we watch?” Swiss asked Phantom.

“What about that one? ER-O-TIC THRI-LLER” he spelt out its genre to Swiss

“What's that? What’s an erotic thriller?” he asked looking up at Swiss.

Swiss grinned “it’s a sexy movie...a bit like soft-core porn but it’s got lots of dangerous violence stuff in it...”

“What do you mean by sexy? Like… humans? Having sex?” he said with widened eyes

Swiss giggled... “Yes phantom” he said petting Phantom on the head.  “Ahhh, little Ghoul... You have much to learn” he laughed.

“Well, go on then... Put it on” Phantom shouted, scrunching up his face in annoyance at Swiss poking fun at him.

They watched and snuggled. Phantom lay there with widened eyes, Swiss just sat and watched Phantom’s reaction as he saw the movie unfold before his eyes. Him reacting to every small detail of change or bit of action the movie threw at them. The sex scene was approaching, and Swiss couldn’t wait to see what Phantom had to say, he was almost giggling internally as it unfolded.

“What…. What are they doing Swiss?” Phantom said

“She's playing with his thing, Phantom...” Swiss said looking amused by the whole thing unfolding before him.

“What do you mean, his thing?” Phantom asked...

“His dick” Swiss blurt out.

“Oh. He looks like he’s having fun... Look he likes it!” Phantom giggled.

Swiss smiled at how sweet Phantom was, his innocence of being a freshly summoned Ghoul was hard, but he always managed to make the others laugh.

“Swiss, could we? Could we do that? It looks like fun? I’d love to know what it feels like with my new earth suit …” Phantom said.

Swiss choking back a laugh looked at Phantom with his head tilted, he seemed serious. Phantom, since being on earth and getting to know the pack hadn’t engaged in any sexual activities yet with the others. Maybe it was time to pop his earth cherry Swiss thought to himself, again giggling internally

“Are you sure Phantom?” Swiss asked.

“Yes yes yes, obviously I’ve fucked ghouls before Swiss, come on... It’s not like I'm a kit”

Swiss moved in and kissed him deeply not wasting anytime and drawing Phantom up to his knees and into his kiss as Phantom writhed his hips into Swiss as he takes in his passionate kiss.

Swiss could feel all of Phantom through his tight shorts, his girth was thick and growing hard as Swiss pushed himself apart from Phantom. Desperately needing air but also desperately wanting to look at Phantom in his glory.

Swiss moved his hand to top of Phantoms shorts, skimming his claws softly over his hard cock making Phantom growl at his touch.

“Let's remove those shorts… you won’t be needing them” Swiss smiled.

Phantom stood up and dropped his shorts, leaving Swiss to take in the sight of Phantom, not only was his body ripped with pure ghoul muscle, but his form was magnificent. Swiss scooted to the edge of the bed, growled at Phantom and then grabbed his hips and pulled him in. He licked his chest, leaving a long line of wet from his stomach to his pubic bone.

Swiss looked up at Phantom and then took his penis into his mouth… taking the whole of him without a second thought. Running his tongue from the tip of his penis all the way to the base. Phantom was beginning to lose himself in Swiss, his cock going deeper and deeper into Swiss’s mouth. Phantom grabbed Swiss’s hair and tugged making Swiss moan against his cock. Phantom grunted, the feeling of Swiss becoming all too much for him. Swiss noted his urgency and slowed down to lick the tip of him, lapping at his tip with his rough tongue. Swiss grabbed his cock in his hands and began playing rough.

 He wanted Phantom to cum for him, and cum hard. He wanted Phantom to feel what it was like to explode in his earth suit, and it being with him made it all the sweeter.

Swiss tugged at his cock, making sure to keep a quick pace. Feeling the pre-cum forming on his tip, Swiss smiled and guided the slickness down his shaft. Not giving Phantom any time that would let him lose the chase that Swiss had built for him. Phantoms legs tensed, and sensing that the ghoul was about to cum. He moved his hand thick and fast, letting Phantom reach his high. He spiralled fast, grunting Swiss’s name with other ghoulish words too gruff to make out, letting himself go and spilling himself into Swiss’s warm hands.

Phantom smiled, as his high brought him back down to earth and the ghoul sat in front of him. He opened his eyes to Swiss and saw him looking back into his gaze with widened eyes that could have eaten stars. Swiss smiled back at him “So little Ghoul... How was your first time in your earth suite?”

Phantom laughed through drunk eyes “Do you think we could go again? This time I wanna play with you...”

Swiss tilted his head “So, Netflix and chill is it then?”

[blake-1030]

That’s so sad :(

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

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

He felt… heavy, he supposed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What was Aeon?

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

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

What if-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why?

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

Aeon paused, his eyebrows furrowing.

What was there to know?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nobody had.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Exhausted, even.

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

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

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

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

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

… Should he keep it to himself as well?

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

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

[blake-1030]

Iconic. Really iconic

Ghostober / Day 2 - Tail Play

Guess who's computer almost died just before starting this piece? 🙃 (Had to buy a new one and now I'm crossing my fingers and clenching my butt hoping for it not to die before the new one gets here)

Anyways!! Enjoy Cumulus getting all the love she deserves and more with Cirrus! 💦

Full version HERE

Thanks @kroas-adtam for organizing this!!

[blake-1030]

Why did I low key think that phantom was gonna eat them all… I think he would’ve genuinely died

Brownies

Thought of Phantom eating one too many of Swiss's weed brownies during 4/20 and had to write it down :D

Content: Recreational drug use, ghoul cuddles, poor Phantom doesn't know about the forever weed brownie

Word Count: 1078

A sweet earthy scent from the ghoul kitchen caught Phantom’s attention. He was laying in bed when it reached him and his stomach began to grumble. Were the ghoulettes cooking something? Cumulus’s cookies were always mouth watering but this didn’t smell like cookies. He had to investigate. 

Phantom got out of bed and left his room, chittering softly. The smell was stronger now. It reminded him of Swiss and he smiled at the thought of him cooking something yummy. He didn’t cook often, but when he did, it was delicious. 

Phantom poked his head around a corner and saw the empty kitchen. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary, but he quickly spotted a tray of brownies on the counter. The smell was coming from there.

“Ooo brownies,” he crowed as he went over and looked the brownies over. The smell was strong, warm and earthy, reminding him of the few times he walked by Mountain’s greenhouse. They must have been taken out recently which meant they were still warm. Warm brownies were always the best.

Phantom looked around and saw that he was alone. He looked back at the brownies and saw there was more than enough for everyone. He could eat one or two or three or four. He carefully picked one up and smelled it again, sighing in content at the amazing scent.

He took a bite and he gasped at the slightly bitter taste. It didn’t last long before he bit down on gooey chocolate chips and he was in love. Fuck, it tasted amazing despite the brief bitterness. He shoved the rest of the brownie into his mouth and moaned as he chewed.

“Fuck, that’s good. One more,” he murmured, wiping his mouth before grabbing another brownie that was a lot bigger than the others.

Why didn’t anyone tell him that Swiss was making brownies? Was this supposed to be some kind of surprise? No, someone would have told him beforehand. This was probably Swiss being generous and making sweets for the pack. 

Once he was finished eating the second brownie, he took a third and stepped away from the tray. Three was enough for now. He needed some milk after three brownies. 

“Phantom?”

He froze, the third brownie halfway in his mouth. He slowly looked around and saw Swiss standing behind him. The multi ghoul looked at him and then at the tray of brownies and his eyes went wide with shock before he suddenly burst into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” Phantom asked, unsure of what was going on.

“Oh, Bug. How many brownies did you eat?” Swiss asked, wiping away tears from his eyes.

“Uhhh….three? There’s plenty for everyone so three felt like enough,” Phantom replied. 

Swiss gasped despite the huge smile on his face. He shook his head and walked over to Phantom, throwing an arm around his shoulder. 

“Oh, Bug. Sweet Bug. You’re in for it now,” Swiss crowed. 

“Why? What’s wrong? Was I not supposed to eat the brownies?” Phantom asked, already feeling bad if they were meant for Papa or even the Clergy. 

“Those are my strongest weed brownies, Bug. Mountain’s been growing a special strain and wanted me to bake them into brownies for the pack and anyone else who’s interested. Just one is enough to turn you into mush,” Swiss said, leading Phantom to the couch. 

“Oh…Oh no…,” Phantom murmured. 

“Hmm, I guess I should have left a warning note,” Swiss said, helping Phantom sit down. 

“Yeah, you should have. Swiss…am I gonna be okay?” Phantom asked, looking up to the bigger ghoul for reassurance. He had been high with Swiss and the rest of the pack plenty of times, but he had never had an edible before. 

Swiss chuckled and sat down next to him, tousling his dark hair. He could feel the faint tug of his quintessence putting him at ease and he let out a soft sigh while resting his head on his shoulder.

“You’ll be okay, Bug. You can just lay here and the rest of the pack will come along and we’ll all have brownies and watch stupid movies together and eat snacks,” Swiss said.

“That sounds nice,” Phantom replied, glad that he was safe. He wasn’t sure what he was going to feel soon, but as long as he was with his pack, then he was going to be fine.

One hour later

Dewdrop yawned as he made his way to the ghoul den. Swiss had been texting him all morning about his plans for the day and the mention of his famous brownies really got his attention. He had a long day and looked forward to relaxing with a brownie and a blunt. 

He stopped when he saw the scene before him. Phantom was laid out on the couch, eyes droopy and a goofy smirk on his lips. His head was positioned in Swiss’s lap. Swiss lazily played with his hair while taking a drag from a blunt. The ghoulettes were piled on the floor in a giggly cuddle pile while cooing over Phantom. Rain and Mountain were seated in different arm chairs, looking absolutely blissed out. 

“You guys got started before me?” Dewdrop asked. 

“Phantom started first. Poor thing ate three brownies and now he’s in space,” Swiss purred, cupping the younger ghoul’s cheek and slowly rubbing his thumb along his skin. Phantom purred, grabbing his hand and nuzzling it. 

“He’s so cute like this,” Aurora chimed. 

“Mm...not cute,” Phantom murmured. 

“You’re right. You’re adorable, Bug. You’re taking three brownies so well. Once you’re able to move in a few hours, you can take a hit of this,” Swiss said, showing him the blunt. Phantom reached for it and Swiss held it away, shaking his head with a playful smirk. The younger ghoul whined, but made no effort to move. 

“Just wait a bit longer, darling,” Cumulus cooed while holding a chirping Aurora close to her chest. 

“Are there any brownies left?” Dewdrop asked, his stomach rumbling. There were plenty of snack strewn about the den that made his mouth water. 

“Of course. They’re in the fridge,” Mountain said.

Dewdrop nodded and went to get himself a brownie or two. After eating two brownies, he sighed and went to take his place in the cuddle pile with the ghoulettes.

“How many did you eat?” Cirrus asked after pulling him close.

“Two.”

“Perfect,” Swiss crowed.

“Yay,” Phantom cheered weakly before cuddling closer to Swiss.

[blake-1030]

I love love love this <3

hiiii can you please write a second chapter to your aether and sunny fic that describes the others watching the video?

Took me a little longer than I expected to get this one done cause I got sick all week but ohhh here you. Continuation of this fic

Read here or on Ao3

Pairing: Phantraindrop

Word Count: 3909

Tags: humiliation if you squint, semi-public in the beginning, light filming/photography

Summary: The pack gets the video Sunshine and Aether made for them. It goes as well as anyone can expect.

The ritual was over. The last one of the year. The ghouls had used what last of their energy they had to run straight to the tour bus. Now they all sit curled up in the little lounge area, slowly being rocked to sleep as it drives them to the hotel they’ll be at for the night before leaving in the morning. 

There’s a little ding and Phantom’s ear twitches. He picks up his phone and squints at the brightness. His tail thumbs against the couch when he reads the message. 

“Guys look! Sunny and Aeth sent us a video!”

Swiss leans over and reads the message “Miss you guys. See you soon with a winky face.” 

The others shift closer to Phantom wanting to see what those two could’ve possibly sent. 

“Come on, play it!” Aurora calls. 

Phantom leans his head against Rain’s shoulder as he presses play. 

The pack is immediately greeted by the sight of Sunshine pushing Aether to sit on the edge of her bed, climbing into his lap. She kisses him hard and slips her hands up and under his shirt. She rolls her hips when she latches her mouth to the side of his neck. 

Everyone is suddenly a lot more energized than they were five minutes ago. 

Phantom has to clamp his hands on his mouth to stifle a whine when Aether pulls off his shirt before taking off Sunny’s and sucking a nipple into his mouth. The pack hisses at him for dropping the phone. Swiss quickly picks it up, holding his arms out so everyone can see. 

“Go back dumbass” Dew growls from where he was sitting on the floor leaning against Rain’s legs. 

“Fuck you think I was doing” Swiss doesn’t even look at him, too focused on the task at hand. 

Phantom tries to apologize but it comes out muffled around his hands. 

Rain leans over and places a kiss on his cheek, hand moving to rest on his thigh. 

“You know how impatient Dew is. He’ll probably already have his hand around his dick at this point” Sunny’s voice cracks through the speaker. 

Everyone’s heads immediately snap up and turn to look at Dew who is in fact palming himself through the sweats he threw on after the ritual. 

Aurora and Cumulus burst out laughing. Dew hisses at them but doesn’t make a move to stop what he’s started. 

“You’re too fucking easy firecracker” Swiss pushes him lightly with his foot. 

“Please, we both know it’ll be Swiss first” Aether’s voice comes from the phone. 

“What were you saying there buddy?” Cirrus flicks the side of his head. 

“If we’re talking about firsts then I know exactly who it’ll be”

“Who do you have in mind?”

“Come on smart guy, it's so obvious.”

“Phantom” they say in unison. 

The ghoul in question makes another attempt to smother the whine that leaves his throat. It doesn’t help that Rain has his hand down Phantom’s pants. All eyes turn to him and he blushes hard, lichtenberg scars flashing for a moment. Rain chuckles feeling his dick twitch in his hand. 

“Save it for the hotel Rain” Mountain chuffs out. 

Rain rolls his eyes “Not like we all haven’t seen it before.” 

His eyes rake over Mountain, head cocked in a challenge. Though when his eyes catch on the outline of Mountain’s dick through his pants, he quickly realizes why he wants him to stop. 

The pack turns their attention back to the phone, silence only broken with little inhales of breath or muffled groans. Despite Mountain’s warning nobody makes a move to stop groping each other. It only gets worse as the video goes on. 

Sunshine showing her hole to the camera as she sucks Aether off. 

The audible creak of the bed when Aether pulls against the red rope around his wrists. 

Sunny continuing to throw her head over her shoulder to look at the camera, calling out her packmates while she fucks into Aether. 

It all comes crashing down when Aether’s voice rings out in the silence of the bus. He moans out each of their names with every thrust from Sunshine. Begging for them. 

Dew has to squeeze the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming right then and there. 

Phantom isn’t so lucky, spilling in his pants. On Rain’s hand. 

Swiss has to hold the phone in one hand while the other rubs at the bulge in his sweats. 

Cirrus has one hand under Aurora’s shirt and the other in her shorts. 

Cumulus’ attention is caught between those two and the video, hand starting to wander down to the waistband of her pants. 

Mountain stands and storms off to the bunks, growl low in his throat. Swiss’ eyes follow. 

“Come on Mounty don’t you wanna see the rest?” 

Mountain pauses in the doorway of the bunks. He slowly turns his head, throwing a look at Swiss. There’s an intensity in his green eyes that’s hardly ever seen. He disappears.

“You’re so fucked when we get to the hotel” Cumulus nuddges Swiss her with shoulder. 

The video ends with Sunny and Aether sharing a sweet little kiss before turning to grin at the camera. She blows a kiss before the screen goes black. 

They all sit in a lust stunned silence, no idea where to begin. Do they say something back to them? How much longer until they’re off the bus? Who’s going to kill Aether first Mountain or Dew? Will Swiss survive the night? All questions that ring through their heads. Before anyone can make a move though, the door to the bus opens and Copia steps in. 

“My ghouls! We’ve arrived at the…” he falls silent, taking in the appearance of his pack. 

He sighs “Please do not damage anything we cannot keep getting banned from the hotels.” 

He gets a few calls of absolutely, in your dreams, and never gonna happen. He just shakes his head and steps off the bus. Everyone else takes a bit longer, needing to gather their things and tidy their appearances enough to make it look like they weren’t just about to have an orgy on the back of a tour bus. 

Phantom races to change into a fresh pair of pants when he feels a warm hand grab his wrist. He turns and sees Dew smiling wolfishly at him. 

“Uhh hi Dew. Can you let me go please? I don’t wanna be late to get our room keys.” 

Dew leans in, nipping at his ear before replying “Don’t change. You’re staying with me tonight. I want you messy.” 

Phantom’s knees nearly buckle at the tone of his voice. He can already feel his dick getting chubby again. He nods at Dew, slowly at first but once the words really register in his other head he nods rapidly and grabs his bag. 

“Guess I’m ready to go then. With you. To your room.” 

It’s not like it’s the first time Phantom and Dew have fucked. It’s practically a ritual in of itself at this point for them to get together when the band stops at a hotel for the night. It took Dew awhile to get over his aversion to the little new summon, but once he realized how much of a prick he was being. How much adoration he actually had for Phantom. He wanted to make up for lost time. 

Even so, Phantom could never get over the initial nerves of getting in bed with Dew. He wanted to impress him. He looked up to him in a way. He’d probably ask to be sent back to the Pits if he embarrassed himself in front of Dew like that. Though, every encounter with Dew combined with some lessons from Swiss and Aurora meant those nerves were waning more and more. 

It doesn’t take Dew long to grab his things he’d need for the night and stuff them into a little black backpack. Once they’re both ready Phantom laces his hands with Dew, smiling at the fire ghoul as they step off the bus and head towards the hotel. 

What Phantom doesn’t see is the quick look Dew throws at Rain. Eyes catch. The quirk of an eyebrow from the water ghoul. A slight nod from the fire ghoul. Rain’s eyes go just a little darker and he smiles. 

Once everyone is gathered in the lobby Copia returns with the keycards. He tries to give them to Mountain to dish out, but the moment he sees the look in his eyes he immediately turns to Cirrus. She keeps one for herself, not even giving the other ghoulettes the chance to discuss placement. She smirks at Aurora causing her to blush violently. Cumulus hits her on the arm mumbling a ‘play nice’. Mountain takes his key and grabs Swiss’ wrist, dragging him to the elevator with little resistance. Dew grabs one for him and Phantom, rushing to catch the elevator before it goes up. 

Mountain doesn’t even acknowledge them. Swiss bounces from one foot to the other as it rises. Phantom doesn’t think he’s ever seen the earth ghoul this keyed up before. Part of him wants to know what he does when he’s like this. The other is too focused on the heat of Dew’s body to care. The moment the door opens Mountain is pushing past the two smaller ghouls, Swiss in tow. Dew stays hot on their heels forcing Phantom to speed up to stay together. 

They get to the end of the hallway and stop. Their rooms are right across from each other. Phantom stares at the way Mountain opens the door and shoves Swiss inside. It’s barely closed when he hears something heavy be pushed against it. 

“I think that’s a new record for him” Dew says casually as he unlocks their door and walks in. 

Phantom crosses the threshold and barely has time to take off his shoes before Dew is in front of him, glamour melted away. His tail swishes behind him as he closes the remaining distance. He runs the tips of his fangs over Phantom’s neck while reaching down to palm him through his pants. Phantom gasps and shudders at the feeling of his cum being pressed against his cock. 

“Weren’t you just making fun of Mounty?” Phantom huffs rocking forward into his touch. 

“Yeah but that’s Mountain. Nobody expects it out of him. Now go get on the bed.” 

Phantom doesn’t need to be told twice. He bolts to the bed, throwing his shirt off in the process. Dew practically jumps him the moment his back hits the pillows. He slots himself in between his legs, wasting no time chasing what he wants. His lips make contact with Phantom’s and it’s instantly filthy. He nips his bottom lip and licks into Phantom’s mouth when he gasps. Dew’s hands hold his face as he makes his best effort to shove his tongue down his throat. 

Phantom digs his claws into Dew’s hips, holding him still so he can rock up against him. Dew laughs at the desperate little whines that punctuate each roll. He slips down slowly peppering kiss across his jaw and down his neck, digging his fangs in just to feel Phantom squirm. He sucks deep bruises across his collarbones, pinching a nipple as he goes lower. He drags the tips of his fangs down the rest of his torso until he’s hovering just over the dark hair peeking out from the waistband of Phantom’s pants. Dew lingers just enough that Phantom tries to rut against the side of his face. 

“Dew please I had enough teasing on the bus from Rain. Please. Please.” 

Before Dew can even open his mouth there’s a knock at the door. They both freeze and the little fire ghoul has to hold back a grin at the horrified look on Phantom’s face. Oh how he wishes he could take a picture. He jumps off the bed and saunters over to the door, not giving two shits about the obvious outline of his cock in his sweats. 

“Right on time” he whispers when he opens the door. 

“Surprised you restrained yourself” Rain laughs and steps into the room. 

Dew just flips him off when his back is to him. Rain returns the gesture without looking back at him. 

Once Rain steps into view Phantom audibly sighs “Lords below it’s just you Rainy I thought…” 

His mouth goes dry when Dew comes to stand beside Rain. He can see the glint in their eyes and all the nerves come right back. 

Rain tilts his head “You thought what bug?” 

“Little freak was hoping we got caught.” 

“I—no! I was worried! Papa said we can’t get banned from more hotels! And this one is really nice!” 

“Bug my face was inches from your dick. You can lie to wet boy all you want but you can’t fool me” Dew laughs at the blush burning Phantom’s face. 

Rain walks over and sits at the edge of the bed “I hope you didn’t think I was done with you after one shitty handjob on the back of the bus.” 

Phantom shakes his head rapidly, not trusting words at the moment. Rain tended to have that effect on people when he turned his dark eyes towards you. 

“So then tell me why you snuck off with Dew?” 

“He…wanted me too?” 

“And you just do what he says all the time?” 

Phantom hesitates. He looks between Rain and Dew and instantly knows no matter what he says he’ll only dig himself a deeper grave. 

Rain flashes a fang filled grin and leans closer “Smart choice.” 

“Well thankfully some of us have manners here” Rain pulls away “I can share.” 

Phantom didn’t even realize Dew was next to him in the bed until he feels warm hands press into the marks he left moments before. He jumps at the contact but that only lands him in Rain’s embrace. He snakes his hands around Phantom’s waist, holding him tighter than really necessary. 

“Dew plays too rough too fast doesn’t he bug” he bends his head, kissing over his shoulder, up his neck to suck at the spot where his jaw meets his ear. 

Phantom whines and twists his head, exposing more of himself to Rain’s addictive bite. 

“Please” Dew scoffs sliding in between both sets of legs “how often are you at my door all please Dewy I need it.” 

Rain smacks Dew hard enough with his tail that the impact is audible. 

“Asshole” he hisses. 

Rain ignores him, choosing to dip his hands into Phantom’s pants instead. Dew immediately takes notice and scoots closer. He grabs his waistband and tugs them off of him. They both smile seeing the cum stain on his boxers. Phantom grimaces, shame sparking through his body. 

“Please just fuck me already” Phantom begs. 

“What was that? Didn’t quite hear you?” Dew toys with the waistband of his boxers. 

He throws his head back against Rain’s shoulder “Please just fuck me already. You, Rain, both of you I don’t care. I can’t fucking wait anymore.” 

“You heard the poor little thing” Rain snickers. 

Dew doesn’t hesitate in ripping his boxers off him. His cock springs free, hitting his belly and leaving a smear of pre in the little patch of hair. He’s been painfully hard since Dew got his mouth on him. Dew licks his lips before swallowing him down without warning. Phantom screams and tries to bury his hands in his hair, but Rain holds his wrists in place. 

Dew only takes a second to adjust before he’s wrapping his tongue around Phantom’s shaft, bobbing his head. Phantom can’t stop himself from thrusting up into the back of his throat. 

“I think he needs a little more” Rain remarks. 

Dew hums and that’s all the water ghoul needs before he’s grabbing the back of his head and shoving him the rest of the way down until his nose is nestled in the hair at the base. Phantom arches in Rain’s hold when he feels Dew swallow around him. Rain whispers little praises into his ear while Dew works on him. In a moment of clarity, Rain carefully reaches for the closest phone on the bedside table to capture the scene. Once he has his photo, he throws the phone who knows where. 

“Fuck Dew I’m—you’re so hot I’m gonna-“ 

The moment the words leave Phantom’s mouth, Rain threads his hands back into Dew’s hair and yanks him off his cock. Phantom’s head snaps up from where it was resting on Rain’s shoulder. He almost looks like he’s going to cry.

“No. No no no come on please let me cum. I’ve done everything you two have wanted.” 

“Calm down bug” Rain kisses his neck “we’ll let you.”

“We’re not done with you yet” Dew’s raspy voice finishes. 

Dew dangles off the side of the bed for a moment, reaching for his backpack. He digs around until he finds the half empty bottle of lube. He pours a generous amount onto three fingers before tossing it to Rain. Phantom looks down at him through half lidded eyes as he brings one finger to his ass. He slides the first finger in easy enough, adding a second soon after. Dew scissors his fingers and pets upward and Phantom tries to grind down on them. Rain tsks and hooks his hands under his knees and pulls them up to his chest. Dew works on sliding his third finger inside of his hole. 

Once they have a panting, whining mess of a quintessence ghoul, Dew pulls back and shimmies out of his pants. Before Phantom even has time to question why Dew was crawling to the other side of the bed, Rain is flipping him around to face him in his lap. Dew helps to get Rain’s pants off over the lapful of Phantom. Once his cock is freed he gives Phantom’s hips a squeeze. 

“Go on bug.” 

He eagerly complies, lifting enough to bring the head of Rain’s dick to his hole. He starts to sink down, both of them groaning when the head pops in. Once he’s sunk all the way down he wastes no time in grinding down against him, desperate to finally find some relief. He gets about three good rolls in before he feels warm hands grab his hips, stopping him. 

“Don’t you remember what Rain said? We’re sharing tonight.” 

Phantom watches slack jawed as Dew climbs overtop him, slotting himself in the remaining space between Phantom and Rain. Phantom doesn’t even have time to process what’s happening before he feels Dew’s tight ass sliding down on his dick. When his brain catches up with reality he slams his eyes shut, willing himself not to cum right then and there. He wouldn’t hear the end of it if he did. 

Once Dew is fully seated on him, Rain slowly rocks up into Phantom. He throws his head back with a moan, but the other two aren’t paying attention to him anymore. Dew has his hands planted on Rain’s chest while the water ghoul grabs a fist full of hair, pulling closer. They lick into each other's mouths, fangs occasionally clacking together. 

Phantom tries to do anything more than just sit there, but he’s paralyzed. He can’t think beyond the feeling of the slow little rolls of Rain’s hips, driving his cock deeper with each one. Can’t think beyond the feeling of Dew clenching and grinding down on him everytime Rain nips at his lip or tugs a nipple piercing. All he can do is sit there and take it. 

“Shit Rain. Dew. I don’t fuck it’s too much.” 

They laugh into each other’s mouths. 

“You can cum bug, but we’re not stopping till we’re done” Rain looks at him over Dew’s head. 

He wants to stop it, wants to last just a bit longer for them, but he can’t.  Not with the way they’re pressed all around him, not after watching them kissing like they were trying to devour each other. He cums with a moan inside of Dew, hips involuntarily twitching up into him. Dew clenches hard around him and he sees stars for a moment. 

True to their word, they don’t stop. Their make out only intensifies. Rain’s slow thrusts into Phantom turn harder, more precise. He whines with the overstimulation. His quintessence sparks up, rippling across his body and through Dew and Rain against his will. They both shudder with it, Phantom can feel both of them react. Rain throbbing inside of him, Dew grinding down on his dick. Even through the lustful haze and overstimulation, it gives Phantom an idea. 

He purposefully sends a stronger ripple of quintessence out, making the other two ghouls groan. 

“Phantom” Rain warns. 

He does it again and Dew whines all high pitched and feminine. Dew’s hands leave their spot on Rain’s chest to wrap around his cock, jerking himself in hurried strokes. 

He does it again. 

Dew keens and spills onto Rain’s chest. He shudders and leans back against Phantom, half heartedly glaring up at him. 

“Cheater” he pants. 

When Dew catches his breath he crawls off of Phantom and lays next to Rain. Without the added weight of a second body, the water ghoul grips Phantom’s hips and begins to pound into him. The force takes him by surprise, making him lose balance. He falls forward, catching himself on his forearms. That doesn’t slow Rain down. Rain only cares about chasing his own release at this point, hammering deep into Phantom. The breath gets knocked from his lungs with each thrust, pulling shaky little whines from him. It doesn’t take Rain much longer before his hips stutter in their rhythm and he’s groaning low in his throat, spilling deep inside of Phantom. 

They both pause, panting heavily. Dew stops recording and sends the little clip to Aether with a middle finger. Once he feels like moving, Phantom slides off of Rain and lays in the middle of the two other ghouls. They both give him sweet little kisses. 

“You wanna shower bug? Rain asks. 

He shakes his head “I’m not moving ever again.” 

“Dew?” 

He looks up only to see the fire ghoul already asleep. He smiles softly, kissing Phantom and then Dew on the forehead. 

“I won’t be long.” 

Rain gets up and grabs some things from Dew’s backpack before heading into the bathroom. Before he hops into the shower he pulls out his phone and sends the picture he took to Aether and Sunshine. 

I hope you two are proud of yourselves 

Very. 

Damn Rainy what took you so long everyone else already sent us gold

He smiles at the screen. 

I can’t wait to see you tomorrow <3 

True to his word, Rain miraculously doesn’t take long in the shower. When he returns he’s greeted to the sight of two sleeping ghouls cuddled up and purring in unison. He pauses to take another picture before turning off the light and slipping under the covers to join them. Its nice sleeping with the bodies pressed up against him. He thinks about how soon they’ll all be reunited with Sunny and Aether as he drifts off. It’s peaceful. 

Until that peace is broken with the sound of Mountain growling and Swiss screaming. 

Rain curses and shoves a pillow over his head. They were definitely getting banned from this hotel. 

[blake-1030]

Me too mountain-

going feral for praise kink mountain & dom swiss

he’s so tall, so big, he’d always thought that he had to be the dominant one. until swiss flips the switch and absolutely rocks his shit.

mountain’s got swiss pushed up against a wall, kissing each other like their lives depend on it. they don’t need air — they’re practically living off of each others lips. both of them have extremely noticeable bulges in their pants, but they couldn’t care less who saw.

later, when they can finally find the restraint to pull away from each other, they practically sprint to mountain’s room. mountain tries to lay swiss down all nice and gentle, but swiss is having none of it. he immediately turns them both around, shoving mountain onto the bed and crawling on top of him.

mountain’s in shock, his breath hitching in his throat and his face flushed.

“you nervous?” swiss teases, grinning down at mountain with those pretty teeth.

“no,” mountain blurts out, causing swiss to chuckle. “don’t laugh at me!”

“i’m not,” swiss protests, moving to straddle mountain’s lap. “you’re just all red.”

mountain doesn’t have anything to say after that, he just looks away in shame and arousal. swiss’s grin only widens as he moves to undress them both.

once they’re both naked, mountain tries to climb on top of swiss again. and again, swiss immediately denies him of it.

he gets grabbed by the hips and bent over, his ass in the air and his face pushed against the pillows. at this point, mountain is so confused. wasn’t he supposed to be on top?

mountain’s hesitant to ask any questions, but swiss knows him all too well. he can see his stiffness, and he can smell his unease.

“what’s wrong?” swiss asks quietly.

mountain thinks for a second, craning his neck just a bit to look back at swiss. “aren’t you supposed to be on the bottom?”

swiss almost laughs. he gently squeezes mountain’s hips, leaning down to look him dead in the eyes.

“not today, baby.”

as soon as swiss pushes his thick cock inside, mountain’s gone. he’s never been fucked before, he’s always been the one doing the fucking. he’s immediately drooling on the sheets, pretty little noises slipping past his lips.

meanwhile, swiss is absolutely throbbing inside of him, groaning almost primally as he slams his hips against mountain’s ass.

“taking my cock so good, mountain.”

mountain has to hold back from cumming immediately once swiss’s words register in his fucked-out mind. swiss feels him clenching, and he grins.

“you’re being such a good boy for me,” he says, driving his cock deeper.

it’s too much for mountain — swiss’s heavy cock throbbing inside of him, swiss’s sweet words, his body being fucked into the mattress. he can’t speak, can’t even form a coherent thought while he’s being pounded so cruelly.

but he fucking loves it.

[blake-1030]

Iconic✨✨✨✨

Kinktober Day 3: Blood Play & Gloves/Leather

Previous: Day 2: Mountain/Phantom (Quintosis & Tail Play)

Rating: Explicit | Words: 2,133

Pairing: Cirrus/Phantom

Summary: It’s Halloween in the ghoul den, and Cirrus’s sexy costume catches the extreme attention of one young quintessence ghoul with a clandestine vampire kink. A visit to his room later makes his bloodsucking dreams come true, and leaves him an absolute wreck.

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He rolls his head submissively, exposing the soft expanse of his neck to her even as she has her fingers wrapped around it, hoping she picks up on what he’s asking her to do. Cirrus chirps, dropping her hand—letting it wander instead to the bulge in Phantom’s jeans as she considers what’s before her, licking a smear of blood and lipstick off her full lips.

“Do you want a little bite?” She purrs, roughly stroking Phantom’s erection through his pants. He furrows his brows, nodding vigorously.

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It is Phantom’s first Halloween in the ghoul den, and he has never felt more alive. 

He can’t stop grinning—looking around the huge, high-ceilinged common room as he sips a goblet of sticky-sweet punch next to the smoldering stone fireplace—watching his packmates laugh and drink and kiss and frolic as 80s goth music blares from the stereo. 

Everyone’s dressed up, of course, although to varying degrees—their costumes ranging from the elaborate (Rain’s scantily-clad but incredibly intricate mermaid outfit) to the simple (Dew’s devil horn headband, placed just behind his actual horns). 

Phantom is somewhere in between—he, Cumulus, and Aurora deciding to dress as a trio of their favorite nocturnal animals. Aurora is a raccoon and Cumulus an opossum—their costumes relying heavily on furry legwarmers and copious eye makeup—and Phantom is a bat. The ghoulettes helped him fashion a pair of little wings to attach to his black hoodie and drew dramatic eyeliner on his already huge eyes. Phantom is thrilled. He thinks they all look unbearably cute.

Cirrus declined to participate in their group costume, however, saying she already had a different outfit in mind. Phantom was originally quite miffed—what could be better than an owl, or perhaps a skunk? But as he watches Cirrus emerge from the ghouls’ bedchamber corridor into the party, he fully understands.

Phantom, Cumulus, and Aurora are cute. However, Cirrus? Cirrus is hot.

The tall air ghoulette is wearing a skintight black dress—with both a dangerously low neckline and a dangerously high thigh slit—paired with a black leather corset that’s laced so tight Phantom can’t fathom how she can possibly breathe. The dress is accompanied by red platform heels, bringing the ghoulette to such a towering height that Dew can’t help but scowl as she walks by him—a red choker with a dangling vampire medallion charm, and a pair of opera-length black leather gloves with pointed red fingernails attached. 

Cirrus catches the younger ghoul staring and flashes him a devilish grin, her fangs glinting as her tongue flickers over her blood-red lips. Phantom weakly waves at her, trying to surreptitiously adjust the crotch of his jeans as he feels his cock perk up with interest.

“Damn, Cirrus looks incredible,” Aurora hisses, her mismatched eyes hungrily tracing the air ghoulette’s body as she makes her rounds through the party crowd.

“Right? I hope I get to help bust her out of that corset later,” Cumulus smirks. 

The two women glance at Phantom. He’s standing silently, lips softly parted—eyes wide and pupils blown as he stares at Cirrus.

“What do you think, kid?” Cumulus asks.

Phantom doesn’t respond. Aurora snickers.

“Phantom!” she shouts, clapping her hands right next to one of Phantom’s pointed ears. He jumps with a start, turning on his heel to look at the multi-ghoulette. 

“What?” he squeaks, his voice cracking. Cumulus grins.

“What do you think of Cirrus’s costume?” Aurora asks innocently, blinking her long eyelashes with a smile.

“It’s uhhh—it’s really great,” Phantom rasps, turning to look back at Cirrus just in time to see her laugh at something Mountain says—laying a leather-clad palm on his bare chest (he is dressed as Tarzan). 

Phantom swallows hard, watching one of her long red claws graze Mountain’s skin as she steps away, moving into the thick of the crowd to continue to mingle.

Cirrus obviously looks amazing—Phantom would be enthralled with her in that outfit regardless, no matter the theme of her costume. But he also has a particularly weak spot for vampires.

It started soon after he was summoned—spending his days in the ghoul den, watching as many movies as possible as he tried to learn as much as he could about earthside languages and culture. He voraciously tore through film after film—drama, comedy, romance, documentary—before stumbling on Dew’s horror movie collection.

The moment he first saw a vampire sink his fangs into a young maiden’s pale neck, he was finished. That hard-wired something in his brain that could never be undone—watching every vampire movie he could get his hands on, pilfering choice selections from Aether’s supernatural romance novel collection, and ending up in some exceedingly interesting corners of the internet. 

He yearned to be part of that world—to be a vampire sure, but most of all to become one. To be bitten—to have a dark, sexy stranger sink their fangs into the soft skin of his neck, to drink away his vital lifeforce and evolve him beyond his earthside form. To taste his own blood on their lips when they kiss afterward, cloaks billowing behind them as they run through the halls of a massive stone castle on their way to go have some athletic and enthusiastic vampire sex.

He’s kept this secret from the rest of the pack so far—figuring it would make him an easy target for jokes and jests. He wonders if Cirrus knows—if she’s doing this to him on purpose, or if she has no idea the effect she’s having on the younger ghoul right now.

Cirrus glances over at him and smirks. Phantom drains the rest of his drink, setting the empty glass down on a nearby table. 

“I’m gonna go pee,” he mumbles to Cumulus and Aurora, pushing past them on his way to the main corridor. He can feel their eyes on him as he speed-walks away, eager to get to a quiet area and try to get his head on straight.

He doesn’t actually have to go to the bathroom, instead ducking into his bedroom and closing the door behind him. He breathes deeply, closing his eyes as he aimlessly paws at the swell in his jeans. 

What should he do? Should he jack off? Should he… talk to Cirrus?

He looks in the mirror, scowling at his own reflection. He’s been so pleased with his costume all night, but now he wishes he’d gone for something a little less cute.

“Hey, Cirrus,” he says to himself in the mirror, watching his charmingly DIY bat wings hang crooked as he moves his arms. “You look… pretty!”

He blinks at himself, knowing that line will get him nowhere.

“Wanna fuck?” he says weakly, his shoulders slumping as he fails his own one-person roleplay.

His fingers go to his fly, the quintessence ghoul deciding he better just take care of himself real quick before his dick gets him into trouble—but there’s a knock on the door before he can make contact.

He hesitantly pulls his zipper back up, walking to the door and cracking it open wide enough to peek out—his breath catching in his throat when he sees Cirrus smiling back at him.

“Hey Phantom,” she says—heels clicking against the stone floor as she pushes her way into his room without being invited in.

“Very un-vampire-like,” Phantom thinks to himself, but the joke doesn’t make it to his tongue—the quintessence ghoul instead staring at Cirrus in disbelief as she pushes the door closed, turning to face him as her tail swishes through the air.

“Cute costume,” she purrs. Phantom’s face burns.

“Thanks,” he mutters. “I like yours too.”

“Thanks,” Cirrus grins, stepping forward to close the gap between her and the younger ghoul. She grabs the strings of his hoodie, letting them slip through her fingers before she grips them tightly—jerking Phantom forward until his nose is nearly touching hers. 

“Do you like vampires?” she asks softly. 

“Y-yes,” Phantom responds, blinking rapidly. He’s holding his breath, standing stock-still—waiting for Cirrus to make a move.

She drags her gloved hand up Phantom’s chest, letting her claws catch on his hoodie—leaning in so close that her red-painted lips are brushing against his. He can’t help but mouth at her, clearly hoping for a kiss. Cirrus smiles.

She brings her hand to Phantom’s neck and wraps her fingers around his throat, the younger ghoul letting out a desperate whine as she tightens her grip. He can smell the leather of her gloves, hear them creak as she squeezes him—his head getting foggy both from the pressure on his throat and the surge of blood from his head to his dick.

She runs the sharp tip of her thumbnail along Phantom’s jawline as she finally kisses him, forcing her tongue unceremoniously into his mouth, making him taste her lipstick as it smears across his helpless lips. Phantom moans as she applies another wave of pressure to his throat, his knees getting weak under him as she sinks her fangs into his bottom lip, whining pathetically when he tastes his own blood on her tongue.

He rolls his head submissively, exposing the soft expanse of his neck to her even as she has her fingers wrapped around it, hoping she picks up on what he’s asking her to do. Cirrus chirps, dropping her hand—letting it wander instead to the bulge in Phantom’s jeans as she considers what’s before her, licking a smear of blood and lipstick off her full lips.

“Do you want a little bite?” She purrs, roughly stroking Phantom’s erection through his pants. He furrows his brows, nodding vigorously.

Cirrus leans in—first licking a wide, flat path up the younger ghoul’s neck as he whimpers under her touch, her hand still working a steady rhythm on his cock. She presses her face to him, smelling him deeply—sighing in satisfaction as she can smell how desperate he is for her.

She takes his skin in her teeth and bites down—enough to bruise, but not enough to bleed. She sucks at him greedily, making the violet bruise blossom, ensuring that he’ll be wearing her mark around the ghoul den for a week at least. Phantom groans, bucking his hips into her hand, needily seeking more friction on his cock. Cirrus yanks his fly down and frees his erection from his pants, hissing in satisfaction as she wraps her gloved fingers around the exposed flesh. Phantom whimpers.

“Can you—can you bite me harder?” He murmurs, blush creeping across his freckled nose, gasping as Cirrus finds the bead of his dick piercing with a pointed claw. Cirrus looks at him, her icy silver eyes studying his nervous face.

“You want me to make you bleed?” She responds—more of a statement than a question, really. Phantom nods, looking at her with wide eyes.

“Yes. Please,” he whispers. 

Cirrus smiles, leaning back in and resuming her work on the quintessence ghoul’s neck. Only this time, after a few moments of rolling the soft skin between her fangs, she bites down. Hard.

Phantom keens as he feels her fangs puncture his flesh, moaning and murmuring and babbling incoherently as she licks at the wound—partially to clean it, partially to taste him. He’s gasping for breath, feeling his orgasm about to crest under the the rough drag of Cirrus’s leather glove, when she brings her lips back to his—flooding his tongue with the iron of his own blood, Phantom frantically licking into her mouth in an attempt to taste more. 

Phantom lets out a pinched cry and Cirrus instinctively aims his dick out of harm’s way of her dress—the younger ghoul groaning helplessly as he splashes the front of his black hoodie with his own come, his shoulders slumping dejectedly as she pulls away from his lips.

Phantom stares at Cirrus in awe as she simply smirks at him before looking down to inspect her gloves for errant come-drops. She notices one and glances back up to Phantom again, intently making eye contact as she licks his come off the black leather. Phantom groans.

“Do you have my copy of Dracula?” Cirrus asks nonchalantly, giving her glove one last lick.

“Wha—?” Phantom breathes. Cirrus laughs.

“I said, do you have my copy of Dracula? You little freak.”

Phantom seems to crash back to reality, blinking rapidly as he comes down from the high of their encounter.

“Oh—yeah, it’s… it’s over there,” he says weakly, gesturing to his desk.

“Sweet, thanks!” Cirrus replies, clicking over to Phantom’s desk and retrieving the movie. Phantom stares at her, slowly putting his cock back in his pants as she turns to face him, drumming the plastic case against her gloved palm.

“I better not find anything sticky on this!” She playfully chides, clapping Phantom on the shoulder as she exits his room as abruptly as she entered—gently swinging the door closed behind her.

Phantom stares at himself in the mirror, bringing his fingertips to the freshly-formed wound—his eyes tracing from the red lipstick marks on his face to the brilliant violet bruise on his neck to the sticky white splatter on his hoodie. He doesn’t even know where to start. He doesn’t even know what just happened. He’s a mess.

But—it’s Halloween. Who isn’t? 

“It’ll give them something to talk about at least,” he mutters to himself, hitting the lights in his room before exiting back out to the thick of the party.

[blake-1030]

That was iconic tho

Bloodlust

👻🎃 HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 👻🎃 To celebrate I'm reviving my Kinktober day 3 fic because it was Halloween-themed and I really liked this one!!!

Rating: Explicit | Words: 2,133

Pairing: Cirrus/Phantom

Summary: It’s Halloween in the ghoul den, and Cirrus’s sexy costume catches the extreme attention of one young quintessence ghoul with a clandestine vampire kink. A visit to his room later makes his bloodsucking dreams come true, and leaves him an absolute wreck.

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“Cute costume,” she purrs. Phantom’s face burns.

“Thanks,” he mutters. “I like yours too.”

“Thanks,” Cirrus grins, stepping forward to close the gap between her and the younger ghoul. She grabs the strings of his hoodie, letting them slip through her fingers before she grips them tightly—jerking Phantom forward until his nose is nearly touching hers.

“Do you like vampires?” she asks softly.

“Y-yes,” Phantom responds, blinking rapidly. He’s holding his breath, standing stock-still—waiting for Cirrus to make a move.

She drags her gloved hand up Phantom’s chest, letting her claws catch on his hoodie—leaning in so close that her red-painted lips are brushing against his. He can’t help but mouth at her, clearly hoping for a kiss. Cirrus smiles.

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[blake-1030]

That was iconic

Let Me Decide What You Need

Fandom: Ghost (the band) 

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Rain/Mountain/Swiss

Featuring:  Dom!Rain. Sub!Mountain. Switch!Swiss. Top Rain. Bottom Mountain. Finger Sucking. Spit. Cum Eating. Oral Sex. Anal Sex. Improper Restraint Tools. Rimming. Overstimulation. Spit as Lube. Just, honestly, a lot of spit.  Kink Negotiation happens off screen. Mountain just wants to be a good boy. Rain’s a little mean. Swiss doesn’t have any idea when to shut his mouth. 

It’s 8600 words of porn, guys. 

Rain and Swiss take Mountain down to studs.

It’s surprisingly easy.

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[blake-1030]

That was iconic

Posted this a while ago but only as a link to AO3 so I’m going to post it like the other one. Threesome goodness. Rain/Dewdrop/Phantom.

3,871 words Phantom has it bad for Dew but don’t we fucking all?

It’s just smut dudes. 

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[blake-1030]

Maybe I’m a little weird sometimes but we all know its good

I'm wrapping up a fic for an anon now that is very cute and sweet and I am very excited to get all of these Swiss Feelings out in the world!! But in the meantime ICYMI I also recently wrote:

A HOT NASTY PISS FIC WITH NO REDEEMING QUALITIES

Invasion of Privacy

Rating: E-XXX for Exxxtremely Explicit

Words: 5,663 | 1 chapter

Pairing: Rain/Mountain

Summary: Mountain and Rain are engaging in a little bit of puppy play when Mountain's request for a time-out makes Rain discover something new about himself. Everyone leaves the scene that night with a new hobby.

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Includes: Puppy play, Mountain being hellbent on sucking toes, me being incapable of letting Rain get out of a situation with his dignity intact (but don't worry Mountain gets humiliated too), blow jobs, masturbation, desperation, accidental pee, golden showers, a little bit of pee entering a mouth but it's not gratuitous, fun times in the shower

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[blake-1030]

I genuinely cried… that was amazing

Im a Hard Pill to Swallow

Mountain cant escape it, but Rain helps him.

~1500 words of angst but there’s alot of comfort in there dont worry. Its got a happy ending 🤠.

This is so self-indulgent and Im definitely not projecting anything onto anyone.

It was a warm day, perfect for having the windows open and the curtains drawn apart— Rain had insisted on having it just so. A gentle breeze was working its way in and the orange tinted light from the sunset casted shadows across his floor. 

Even better, Mountain was tucked into his side resting on his chest. Rain had a hand between his shoulder blades, dragging his fingers back and forth. It wasn't just touching, it was feeling. He flattened his hand against Mountain’s back and felt it rise and fall as he breathed. He felt the calming heat flowing into his usually cold self and the strong muscles that held him up time and time again. He felt his mate, his everything. He was Rain’s soul brought into physical existence. 

The only noise in the room was the sound of their breathing– even and deep, and they were content to spend the next hours like this. 

Moments pass them by and the room darkens, since Rain had forgone switching on the lights in favor of the sunset. The setting is serene, and its pulling Rain into a world of sleep. But the bliss is put on pause when he feels dampness on his chest. He’s just about to look down when he feels Mountain jerk. 

“Mount?” His words are whispered, thinking that the earth ghoul had fallen asleep and was having a nightmare. 

“Sorry, I didnt mean to wake you,” Funny that they both thought the other was asleep. Mountain tries to keep his speech even, but his breath hitched on the last word. Rain brings a hand down onto his cheek and finds it wet. Mountain was in tears. Rain eased himself out from under Mountain to get a better look at him. He cradled his flushed face and worry sank deep in the water ghoul’s gut. 

“I love you Rain,” He choked on the words, and he was just that much closer to well and truly falling apart. He leaned into Rain’s palm hoping it would stifle the pain, but it offered no refuge from his racing mind. 

“I know my lily. I love you too, but you need to tell me what's wrong.” 

Mountain sits up and hangs his head into his own hands. He feels so, so wrong. His hair draped over his face serves to block Rain's view of the tears that won't stop coming. Rain fixes himself up next to Mountain and watches as his shoulders shake with each sob. 

“Im sorry,” The large ghoul sounds so small.

“For what?” Rain couldnt really figure anything out, but he had a feeling of where this was going. Mountain didn't get like this, at least not anymore. 

“I'm not good enough for you.” Mountain heaves again before he lets himself slump down, threading his arms around Rain’s waist and resting on his lap. Rain feels his tears soaking into his pants. He cards his hands through Mountain’s hair and gently scratches his scalp– just to give the aching ghoul something else to feel.

This was Mountain’s one skeleton in the closet– a ghost that's been following him around ever since his summoning day.

As much as everyone hung around him, as much as the pack included him in their lives, he didn't feel like he belonged. He thought he wasnt good enough. Nothing they said could convince him that he was wanted. It was never for a lack of trying, it was just him. He learned to live with the weight— the corner of his mind that was always occupied. Unlovable. Worthless. The words rang through his head on a daily basis.

Then Rain came, and things changed. His summoning day was a date branded in his mind, carved into his heart. The rest of the pack noticed Mountain was different from then on.

He was brighter, lighter and things seemed to get easier. Being around the pack felt more and more natural. Most days, he really felt like he belonged. Rain was always there with a reassuring hand, a pillar for him to cling onto. And in the solemn walls of their rooms? Rain worshiped him, soothed him. Rain was his remedy. He fixed so much of what was wrong, held him together in ways he thought impossible. 

But Mountain never felt like he was giving as good as he got and the thought had its claws around his neck. Sure, he loved Rain, and he tried to show it. He made him special oils and salves for when his hip acted up during tours. When they were back at the abbey, he let himself be boiled alive just to sit with Rain in a hot bath. He’d spend the whole time kneading at his shoulders, working down to his arms and his cramping hands, trying his damndest to soften the aches. He was his first thought when he woke up, and the last thing on his mind before he drifted off to sleep. For Rain, he would burn down the whole abbey as long as it made him happy. 

But Mountain’s twisted mind convinced him that none of it added up to even a fraction of what Rain did for him. He was a burden, only good for exploiting Rain’s adoring heart. All take no give. 

“Mountain—” Rain had run Mountain through these talks before, dozens of times. He would never get tired of them though, he would say the words again and again till he was blue in the face as long as Mountain understood how much love he had to give. 

Rain hoists the large ghoul up, bringing him back to eye level. He swipes his thumbs over his cheeks, attempting to clear them of tears that just keep being replaced. Mountain feels a soft kiss against the top of his head. It made him feel fuzzy since Rain could never reach it normally. 

He feels another kiss to the base of a horn, “You’re always good enough for me,”

Rain’s warm breath ghosts over his skin and he kisses the other horn, “more than good enough.” The words make Mountain shake. They’re always so hard to believe. Mountain keeps his eyes screwed tight because looking at Rain right now would draw out another round of sobs. 

“I know you dont think so, I know you think that you dont do enough for me.” Mountain sniffles and he feels soft lips press over each of his eyes. “But you do and I see your love in everything you do Mount,”

“I love the fire in your eyes in the mornings when I catch you watching as I wake up. Its my own personal sunrise.”

Rain nuzzles his face into Mountain’s, like he’s marking him with his scent. He smells like roses and cut grass and freshly turned soil. He smells like his rich element.

“I love when you come up behind me, wrap your long arms around and bury your head in my shoulder. You warm me up so nice.” He follows up with a kiss to his temple before moving them both back face to face. 

“I love the sound of my name on your tongue, like it was written by whatever god just for you.” He brings their lips together and he feels Mountain relax. The kiss is indulgent, and soft.  They stay like that for awhile, to feel, hoping to bury their taste in the other. 

When Rain breaks it apart, he says words that surprises both of them. He’s always wanted to say them, but of all of their talks, he had never found the courage to. 

“Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself,” Mountain had stopped crying, but he felt fresh tears against his skin. Rain’s breath hitched and he realized he was crying then too. 

“And each day we spend together, the idea feels more and more real. You know me, my flower.” He weaves his hands into Mountain’s hair, tugging gently. It makes Mountain groan.

“You know my wrongs, my failures and darkest pits of my heart. And you love me just the same. You do right by me every moment that we’ve had.” Rain’s hand finds Mountain’s and brings it up over his heart. 

“This is yours, forever. Each beat belongs to you.” 

Mountain clears his throat before leaning in to rest his head against Rain’s. Ok. To others, the word is dismissive, uncaring. But Rain knows that this is his way of sounding his acceptance, it's him trying to let the words sink into that murky corner of his mind. Its Mountain’s turn to wipe the tears from Rain’s face. 

“I know how much you love me.”

The room is dark and a bit cooler. It's not late by any means, but they’re tired. Their talk was heavy. Their eyes are puffy from tears and they’re both wanting rest. 

“Will you hold me?” His voice is more level now and Rain’s heart flips. Always. 

Rain pulls Mountain in for a quick hug, squeezing just right— how he knows Mountain likes. He lets go so they can move back to how they were entwined earlier. Mountain has his ear pressed to Rain’s chest again, listening to his heart beat. 

A long string of I love you’s pour out of his mouth and Rain just drags his hand along Mountain’s back like before. “I know love. I couldn't doubt it if I tried.” 

Mountain falls asleep first and Rain gets to indulge in the sounds of his calm breath and the soft purrs rumbling from his chest. He hopes Mountain dreams of the wide river of his love.