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miasmaghoul · 1 month

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miasma do u have forcefem thoughts 👀

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

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

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

🦇: maybe wait til ur alone to open it

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

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

"Oh, Lucifer."

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

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

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

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

"Hi daddy."

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

"Aether?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One minute and thirteen seconds.

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

Twenty five minutes?

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

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon/dew #aeon x dew #phantom/dew #phantom x dew #aether/dew #aether x dew #dewther #aether/aeon/dew #aether x aeon x dew #most of these are technicalities but oh well #cw daddy kink #not rereading before posting so if you see mistakes #no you dont

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forlorn-crows · 10 months

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crow. babe. darling. my love.

do you know what i need? i need aeon and dew reluctantly being sweet. all the tension that's hung in the air between them dissolving as one of them sneaks into bed because being alone is too much right now, even if their only option is someone who (they think) hates them.

i know you know what i mean.

oh wow how convenient of an ask. would you look at that. and from my sweet darling mal. however could you have known what i wanted to write today. that is crazy (tee hee)

what is ALSO crazy is APPARENTLY @miasmaghoul and i, onCE AGAIN, have the same braincell and wrote basically the same fucking thing at the same fucking time. no, i literally told her nothing about what i was writing beyond "aeon/dew comfort somethin somethin", and she told me nothing about hers. love you bitch

a little bit of aeon/dew Feelings. breaking down walls and such. @waywardsamaritan inspired me to write them with their fic about dew bein all sweet to aeon.

iimagazh means 'little light' in ghoulish; word so graciously borrowed from mal's big lore brain

Dew flips around for what feels like the hundredth time, smushing his cheek into his pillow with more force than necessary. Sleep continues to slip through his claws like fine sand, leaving a heavy weight of . . . something in its wake. Maybe it’s just insomnia or uncomfortable bus bunks. Maybe it’s the pinprick of emptiness gnawing at the back of his brainstem, a feeling that situated itself there as soon as they left for tour.

He wishes Aether were here. To pull him close with those big, warm arms. Aid his addled mind. Kiss him on his hairline and lull him to sleep with a few well-placed waves of quintessence.

But he’s not.

Instead, Dew stares across the aisle at Aeon’s sleeping form. His eyes roam over his back, bouncing between his wide shoulders. His chest rises and falls evenly in sleep. Lucky bastard, the fire ghoul thinks. Envious. He can almost feel the tug of Aeon’s magick from here, the tiniest tingling at the edges of his awareness. Dew can recognize it well enough, even if it’s not the same brand, so to speak. It’s more subtle than Aether’s, more demure. For as big as his presence is on stage, his magickal footprint is anything but. Aeon’s is more of a low hum, stuck in a tight aura around his vessel. It doesn’t quite warm a room like Aether’s, big in energy and personality as he is. But Dew’s caught the edge of his quintessence enough times to start to get familiar with its calm, yet electric spirals.

It’s dangerously tempting now, even with their strained relationship. Dew clutches the pillow in his arms a little tighter, scoots closer to the edge of the bunk. He could crawl in with Mountain, as he’s done already so many nights prior. Tucked himself into his nest of long limbs, drawing close to the steady, grounding beat of his heart in his rumbling chest. Putting him as close as he can to their oldest bond.

He’s just not Aether. And as much as he hates to admit it, he misses the calming touch of quintessence in general, not just from his mate.

Dew feels vulnerable. Like his longing has cracked open a chasm in his chest and left him open. Wanting.

His body is moving before his brain can ruminate any further. He slips down from his bunk, careful to avoid the creak of the built-in’s edge. Dew pads across the small aisle, standing dumbly in front of Aeon’s bunk. Breathing as quietly as his lungs will allow.

Fuck it.

Deftly, the fire ghoul climbs over Aeon and into his bunk, nearly launching himself into the back wall in effort not to jostle the other ghoul. The quintessence ghoul grumbles a little at the dip in the mattress but doesn't fully wake. Dew situates himself close to his front, moving to curl his limbs into himself so as not to touch. Just enough to be close.

"Hmm . . . iimagazh. . ." Aeon mumbles, pulling the fire ghoul to his chest and throwing a leg over his hips. The lisp of infernal language makes Dew’s breath hitch, let alone the way Aeon easily slots himself against his suddenly over-warm body and presses his nose against the crown of his head, right between the horns, and sighs heavily.

This is not how this was supposed to go. He can’t know it’s Dew. There’s no reason to elicit such an intimate reaction from someone he’s barely even touched beyond a civil handshake. The fire ghoul holds his breath and wishes he could whisk himself back to his bunk.

It only takes a few more moments before Aeon unsurprisingly stirs, brow furrowing as he no doubt inhales the scent of fresh shampoo and burnt spices. The quintessence ghoul lets out a confused chirp, shifting back to blink open his eyes and stare at the ghoul in his arms.

Dew’s eyes are as wide as saucers, fingers curled weakly into Aeon’s sleep shirt. Aeon flicks his gaze all over, realization blooming across his cheeks in the form of a lilac blush, visible even in the dim of the bunk.

“Uh.” He clears his throat weakly. “Thought you were ‘Rora,” Aeon mutters, avoiding Dew’s eyes in the dark. He moves to pull away, but Dew interrupts.

“Is it . . . okay that I’m not?”

Aeon makes a small noise, a cross between surprise and disbelief. He hovers between too far and close enough, breaths as shallow as a rabbit’s. Something unreadable crosses his face, but eventually he relaxes a little. Tentatively rests a hand on Dew’s hip. “S-sure. It’s alright.”

“Okay.”

He’s not sure which of them moves first. But soon after he speaks the word they’re pressed together once more, skinny legs intertwined and Aeon’s arms holding him close. He’s surprisingly dense, if Dew had to choose a word for it. He’s not as big and soft as Aether—he’s closer to Dew’s own physique, with a dash of Rain’s height and limber joints. But there’s still a gentle edge to him, comforting in a different way—smells different too. Like the static in the air before a storm, like cool air and myrrh. Yet underneath the mark of quintessence is something else; sage, a hint of metallic tang, and the smell of sap that bursts from a freshly broken branch. Earthy.

Dew doesn’t want to unpack how that makes him feel right now.

Silence passes between them, broken only by the shuffle of limbs, Mountain's snores from the bunk above, and the dull rumble of the tires on the road.

"Thought you hated me," Aeon whispers.

Dew sighs. Rubs his face into Aeon's shirt. "Don't hate you. M' sorry."

A beat. Then: “I’m glad you don’t.” Dew lifts his head up, face now millimeters from Aeon’s, tips of their noses barely brushing. Copper eyes gaze into dark ashy brown ones, searching. The quintessence ghoul reaches up and brushes a stray strand of hair back behind Dew’s horns, touch feather-light. And though Aeon’s gaze dips down to his mouth, almost imperceptibly, he only leans in to place a chaste kiss to his forehead before tucking his head back under his chin with a slow exhale. In a way, Dew’s thankful for that. He slips his arms around Aeon’s middle, shuffling as close as possible before allowing himself to close his eyes and release the last bit of tension still straightening his spine.

Mountain’s the first one up in the morning, dropping down from his bunk with a soft thud. He’s met with the sight of the two lanky ghouls absolutely tangled up in each other in the same small bunk, Dew notably flung across Aeon’s torso and drooling onto his shoulder. The earth ghoul looks at them with amused shock, fondness tugging at his heart a little.

“Oh ho ho, look what we have—” Swiss is immediately silenced by a well-deserved pillow smack from across the aisle. Mountain frowns at him, miming for the multi ghoul to shut his mouth.

“Not a word,” he hisses. Mountain presses into his mind instead. That, the earth ghoul points to them, is the best sleep he has gotten this entire time.

Swiss holds his hands up in surrender, smirk tugging at his lips. Okay, okay. I’ll let the gremlin and his new friend have their beauty sleep.

#ask #mal #ficlet #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost fanfic #fanfic #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #dew/aeon #aeon/dew #phantom/dew #dew/phantom #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #first time writing the new bug how do we feel #hurt/comfort

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st-danger · 8 months

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Hello hello!

Penny for your thoughts on predator Aeon?

Ohhhhh here have some headcanons!

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

Likes to hunt.

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

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

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

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

Swiss is the other favourite.

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

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

The best thing he can do is draw it out.

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

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

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

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

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vampireterzo · 5 months

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dew & aeon/phantom musings under the cut

- dew is TERRIBLY down bad, even if he doesn’t want to be. thinks aeon is so pretty, even if aeon himself doesn’t think so.

- aeon is oblivious, not in a naive way, more a “holy shit oh my god it’s dew! no way dew would like me, no way i can be loved by dew!” way

- dew tries to make the first move, surprisingly, but aeon gets so flustered that he says something stupid and actually physically runs away

- when dew tries again, he corners the younger ghoul. does it in the chapel, where aeon can’t run without tripping all over the pews. dew grabs him by the waist and catches him before he backflips ass over tits after mass. he holds him there until aeon stops shaking

- he holds him like that a lot. when the shaking starts again, kisses aeon between the horns and tells him how pretty he is

- dew pierces aeons ears in his en-suite bathroom. 3 am, he reassures aeon with lots of kisses and headpats. the jewelry is simple, silver studs that he promises to replace when they’re healed.

- he takes aeon shopping for his first christmas, letting him pick out a gift he wants, instead of buying him something. he’s so new that dew is afraid of letting him down. even though he could give aeon a rock and he’d hold it in his pocket forever. he picks out a simple brown teddy bear from a children’s toy store, the one with the shiny glass eyes, red ribbon tied around the neck.

#i have more but i am rambling #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #phantom/dew #<-for tags #aeon/dew #ky’s writing #i guess #ky’s chatter

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ghoul-slime · 11 months

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Star Pupil

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,388

Pairing: Aether/Dew/Phantom, Phantom/Dew, Aether/Phantom

Tags: Threesome, dirty talk, anal sex, fingering, teaching, possessive Aether (kind of), power dynamics, PWP, Phantom might be in over his head but he is trying

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

Or basically: Aether teaches Phantom how to fuck Dew real good.

Missing Aether and coping by writing smut. First Ghost fic and not beta read, have mercy.

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It’s the day before they leave for tour. Instruments and equipment packed and ready, buses and flights scheduled, and passports and paperwork in order. Every mundane detail taken care of. There’s just this one last thing. One incredibly important thing, since this is the first time Aether won’t be out on tour with the rest of them. Right now top priority is making sure his Dewdrop will be well taken care of in his absence.

And that’s how Phantom ends up in Aether’s room, sitting on his knees at attention on Aether’s bed with Dew spread out in front of both of them on the sheets. Phantom is anxious but eager. Eager to show Aether how much he can trust him with his most precious ghoul. Just how good he can be for him, for their pack.

Dew’s naked, propped up on two pillows, skinny little legs casually splayed open, leaving all of him on display. He looks unphased.

Phantom, however, is sweating bullets. He’s nervous and more than a little bit self-conscious. He’s already achingly hard in his pants. Has been since the bedroom door closed behind him.

“What are you waiting for?” Dew quips, snapping Phantom out of his stupor. “Take your fucking clothes off already.”

Phantom turns to Aether, helpless. Aether chuckles and reaches to pull Phantom’s shirt off over his head for him.

“Be nice, Dew,” he chides. “He’s gonna be taking care of you for the next few months.”

“Yeah, him and everyone else on that fucking bus,” Dew laughs, sounding pleased with himself.

Aether reaches out and tickles the sole of Dew’s foot, earning him an indignant squawk followed by a playful kick to the shoulder.

“Alright, let’s get started” Aether starts. His tone so far is gentle. Like he’s about to teach Phantom some complicated guitar riff and not how to fuck his little ghoul boyfriend straight into next week.

“Lucifer, fucking finally.” Dew rolls his eyes and props himself up on his elbows to look down at the two other ghouls.

Aether chuckles again. “He’s going to be a brat every time. But with a little practice,” Aether pauses to dig a bottle of lube out of the bedside table drawer, talking about Dew like he’s not even there.

“You’ll fuck the attitude right out of him in no time.”

Phantom takes in the sight before him. Dew is stretched out on the bed, slim legs spread and cock lying half-hard against his belly. Shiny silver rings threaded through pink nipples, peaked and pebbled in the cool air of Aether’s bedroom. Phantom’s eyes roam up his chest to the long blond hair spilling past his shoulders and pooling around his head. He stops at Dew’s face, where he’s grinning up at Phantom, sharp fangs on display.

Predatory. A challenge.

Phantom thinks he’s up for it.

“Lesson one,” Aether interrupts Phantom’s dumbfounded staring with a clap of his hands. “Kiss him.”

He gestures towards Dew with a nod of his head. Aether’s tone and facial expression have gone serious, and Phantom leaps to comply, crawling towards Dew on all fours until he’s hovering just above his face. Dew is still grinning up at him and Phantom can see just how beautiful the smaller ghoul is. Sharp cheekbones and icy blue eyes, a remnant of his past life as water ghoul. Now that he’s this close he can see the lightest dusting of freckles across Dew’s forehead, just near his hairline.

Phantom takes it all in as he leans in for a kiss, brushing plush lips against Dew’s. Dew opens up easily for him and Phantom kisses him lazily.

“Get your tongue into his mouth,” Aether snaps after only a moment, unimpressed.

Phantom gasps and deepens the kiss, leaning further into Dew, licking into his mouth, past his fangs, feeling Dew’s tongue move wet and hot against his own. Dew hums into the kiss, opening his mouth wider to let Phantom in deeper.

“Good,” Aether continues, satisfied. “He likes when you get rough with him. Bite his lip.”

Phantom complies, nipping Dew’s bottom lip between his fangs. He’s rewarded with a groan from the little ghoul.

“Now spit in his mouth.”

Phantom whips his head around toward Aether so fast his neck hurts. He half expects Aether to laugh, tell him he’s kidding, but his expression remains unchanged. He turns back to Dew, who’s grinning up at him again. The little ghoul closes his eyes, opens his mouth and sticks his little pink tongue out. Waiting patiently for Phantom to do as he’s been asked.

All the blood in Phantom’s head rushes straight to his cock and his vision blurs, suddenly lightheaded with how hot Aether’s command and Dew’s immediate compliance make him. His eyes don’t leave Dew’s mouth, wet and open and waiting for him. When he spits, spatters of saliva hit Dew’s tongue and chin. Dew swallows and Phantom immediately dives in for another kiss, tongue swirling into Dew’s mouth, fangs nipping at his lips.

“Good,” Aether repeats himself, shifting on the bed, adjusting himself in his pants. Phantom beams, hearing Aether’s own breathing start to pick up. Dew’s still propped up on his elbows, pupils blown out, lips pink and shiny with Phantom’s spit.

“Look how wrecked he gets just from kissing,” Aether chuckles lightly. “Now imagine how he’s gonna be once you get that fat cock of yours into him.”

Dew whimpers softly, spreading his legs wider as his smug little facade begins to falter. Phantom can see a thin sheen of sweat already breaking out across his small body. He wants to dive in, kiss him even more breathless. Tangle his hands in Dew’s hair and pull. Lick into his mouth and bruise those lips with his own. But he’s here for a lesson from Aether. Wants to be his best for Dew, to take care of him well enough to make Aether proud. So he sits back on his haunches and waits for the next direction.

“Now take your pants off and get yourself between his legs,” Aether commands.

Phantom jumps up and shucks his pants and boxers, hard cock bobbing in the cool air of the room before he climbs back onto the bed and scoots himself between Dew’s spread thighs. Dew’s watching him with hooded eyes and his bottom lip trapped between sharp fangs. Phantom positions himself and Dew watches engrossed, with a blush that spreads across his pretty face, down his neck, and all the way across his chest.

“Get your hands on him. All over him,” Aether continues. “He likes his nipples played with most.”

Phantom skims his hands up Dew’s lean thighs, travels them up over his sharp hip bones and across the soft skin of his stomach before coming to rest on his little pecs. He can feel Dew’s nipples, stiff beneath his palms. He rolls both buds between his thumbs and forefingers, dragging a low moan out of Dew’s mouth.

“Now play with the rings,” Aether tells him. “Pull on them. Don’t be shy now, he likes it to hurt.”

Phantom gasps again, tugging on the silver rings gently.

Aether clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“Harder.”

Phantom pulls harder and Dew groans with it, cock kicking, fully filled out and starting to glisten wet and shiny-sticky at the flushed tip.

“That’s right,” Aether goads, “Squeeze those little tits. Get him nice and worked up.”

Phantom squeezes and tugs, massaging Dew’s tight little chest and tugging at his nipples. Twisting the silver rings between his fingers.

“He can cum just like this, you know,” Aether interjects, sounding proud. “Just from having his tits played with. Get him worked up enough and he’ll be squirting all over you before you can even get anything inside him.”

Phantom and Dew both groan in unison. Dew’s cock kicks again, dribbling a glob of pre onto a wet spot pooling just under his belly button. Suddenly Aether has a hand on Phantom’s shoulder, pulling him back and off Dew.

“Not tonight though,” Aether drawls. “You wanna fuck him, right? Look at him. He’s getting desperate for it.”

Phantom nods furiously, cock hard and dripping. He feels just as desperate as Dew looks. So wrecked and they haven’t even fucked properly yet.

“Gonna have to prep him first though,” Aether interrupts. “So here’s your next lesson. He’s small and he’s tight. So tight you won’t believe it. Gonna have to work a couple fingers into him before he can take you. Gotta be careful though,” Aether squeezes Phantom’s shoulder again, “Don’t want him cumming too soon on those long fingers of yours.”

Dew groans again, and Phantom’s eyes snap back down to him. Dew is staring up at them both, jaw slack and chest heaving. His thighs are spread wide around Phantom’s hips, and Phantom can see his little pink hole fluttering with anticipation.”

Aether trails his fingers down Phantom’s arm before placing the bottle of lube in his hands.

“He’ll be wet inside already,” Aether starts.

Phantom turns to look at Aether, who is grinning down at Dew proudly.

Aether turns back to Phantom shrugging. “Ex-water ghoul,” he explains nonchalantly.

“He’ll be wet, but he likes it messy. Sloppy. He wants to feel it dripping down his thighs, smeared across his cheeks,” Aether explains, still talking about Dew as if he isn’t even there despite looking down at him fondly.

Aether turns back to Phantom, expression stern again. “Now get your fingers inside him before I lose my patience and do it myself. Start with one.”

Phantom scrambles to uncap the lube and squirts a generous amount directly onto Dew’s twitching hole, watching it dribble down and pool between his cheeks on Aether’s sheets. He runs the pad of his index finger through the slick and around the ring of muscle, petting softly before slowly pushing his way inside Dew’s burning hot body. Dew’s eyes roll back with it, groaning at the intrusion.

Aether’s right. Tight. He’s so tight, Phantom thinks to himself and pushes his finger deeper, all the way in, up to the last knuckle.

Dew keens with it, arching his back off the bed, canting his hips up. Stiff little cock straining into the air as Phantom pets inside him with one long finger. Sliding out and back in again, watching with rapt attention at how eagerly Dew takes him. He fucks him like this, with one finger for a few more strokes, marveling at the way Dew feels inside. Hot and wet and so tight.

“Another finger,” Aether directs.

Without hesitation Phantom pulls out and slides a second finger in alongside the first. Dew takes him in easily. He presses in deep, working Dew open. Scissoring his fingers, crooking the pads to pet all the way inside him, pulling sweet little gasps and sighs from the smaller ghoul’s mouth.

“Hmm,” Aether contemplates from behind Phantom’s shoulder. Making a show of sounding unsure, like he’s considering something.

Phantom stills his fingers, feeling Dew’s hot body throb around him, and turns to Aether.

“You know,” Aether muses. “Your fingers are so much slimmer than mine,” He holds one big hand out to emphasize. “I think you might need to get three, maybe four of yours into him before he can take you.”

With that Dew lets out a deep, shuddering moan, hands reaching up to toy with his own chest. Pinching and rolling taut nipples between his fingers. Phantom feels him twitch around the fingers he still has buried in his ass.

Aether quirks an eyebrow and grins, all fang. “I think he likes that idea.”

Phantom nods stupidly and pulls out, pressing back in with a third finger. Dew stretches around him, shiny pink rim swallowing his fingers up. He fucks him like that again, wet squelching sounds filling the air as he works Dew open wide.

“Good. Good. Four fingers now,” Aether instructs. “And make him hold his legs open for you so you can really get in there.”

Dew immediately reaches down to hold his legs open, not bothering to wait for Phantom’s input.

Phantom scoots in closer and pulls out, reaching back to drizzle another glob of lube onto his already shining wet fingers. He smears more lube around Dew’s ass, rim twitching and fluttering as Dew holds himself open. Waiting.

He slips two fingers back in, then three. Fucks in and out a few times before crowding four fingers together and pushing them inside Dew slowly, watching with slack jaw as Dew opens up for him.

Dew’s head is thrown back. His chest heaves with concentration as Phantom pushes in and out with four fingers, pulling him open. Preparing him just like Aether told him to.

Aether hums in appreciation. “You’re doing so good. Look at that. Can almost get your whole hand inside him, can’t you?”

Phantom whimpers, free hand flying to his cock, squeezing the base. He’s gonna bust if Aether keeps talking like this. The feel of Dew’s hot body around his fingers and Aether’s filthy words are too much to take in together. He stops, shaking, breathing loud and heavy and trying to bring himself back under control.

“Yeah,” Aether continues, relentlessly. “Yeah he can take it all, your whole hand. But that’s a lesson for another day. Maybe next tour.” He laughs.

And with that he claps Phantom on his bare shoulder, the shock of it causes him and Dew yelp simultaneously. He wrenches his fingers from Dew’s body with a thick, wet sound and Dew yelps again.

Aether leans in to growl into Phantom’s ear, “You’re going to fuck him now. Just like I say. You’re gonna take real good care of him for me and he’s gonna be so, so good for you”

Phantom inhales and nods. Steadies his breathing and waits for the rest of Aether’s instruction.

“Slick yourself up. And let him see, he likes to watch. See you get that big cock nice and wet and ready for him.”

Phantom scrambles for the lube again, fumbling as it slips through already slippery fingers. He grabs the bottle, face burning, and squirts far too much directly onto his straining cock. He’s embarrassed, afraid Aether will chide him, but instead Aether rubs his back, comforting.

“Good,” he soothes, gentle again. “Just like that, he’s gonna like that so much. Feel how big you are, how wet you’re gonna get him. He’s gonna be so wet and so messy and so fucked open by you. You’re doing so good for him. For us.”

Dew’s still holding himself open when Phantom lines up, blunt head of his cock wet and sticky and sliding through the mess of Dew’s ass. He cants his hips up, pushing in, sliding inside so easily and taking in all the breathless little moans Dew gives him as he bottoms out.

Phantom isn’t going to last long, he knows it. Not like this. Not with the way Dew’s hot little body feels so tight around him. Not with the sweet little noises Dew makes with each thrust of Phantom’s hips. Absolutely not with the way Aether is steadily feeding filth into his ear. Pressing his body closer to Phantom and growling dirty things directly into his ear as he desperately rails Dew on Aether’s bed.

“Mmm so good,” Aether drawls. “Taking care of my Dewdrop so good, I’m so proud of you.” Phantom feels Aether’s breath in his ear as he talks. Goading him to fuck Dew harder, mattress squeaking and headboard rattling. “You’re gonna wreck him all tour, aren’t you? Keep him nice and satisfied for me?”

“How about it?” Aether continues, “Fuck him fast and hard, bent over whatever surface you can get him on in the dressing rooms? Squeeze some bruises into those little hips? Make him go out on stage with your cum dripping down his thighs? Or maybe you have him ride you in your bunk on the bus, grinding down slow and deep onto your cock late at night? You’ll have to be careful though, he’s loud and you won’t want to wake the others or they’ll want to join in,” Aether grins. “Or what about hotel room nights? You’ll lay him down sweet and soft in those crisp clean sheets and eat him out, taste him on your tongue for as long as you can, until he’s sobbing, crying, begging for you to fuck him.”

Dew groans on the bed, whispering a litany of soft little pleas and curses to himself as Phantom fucks in and out frantically, spurred on by the future Aether paints in his mind. He’s close, and by the way Dew is wriggling on his cock, grinding down and spasming around him, he must be close too.

Aether interjects again. The lesson isn’t over yet. “Fuck him harder. Go on, give him what he wants. Fold him in half and get those legs of his up by his pretty little face.”

Phantom pushes in blindly, folding Dew up, pressing him in half and pushing his knees down until he’s all but folded in half. His hips never falter, fucking frantically, the sharp sound of his skin slapping Dew’s wet ass as he fucks him as hard as he can. Dew wails with it, letting go of his legs and scrambling to jack himself off in time with Phantom’s thrusts.

Aether has one last trick, crowding his way closer to Phantom. Nosing into his temple, inhaling his scent. Phantom feels the metal loop of Aether’s nose ring as he nuzzles into the shell of his ear. “Give me your hand,” Aether growls, tugging lightly at his wrist until Phantom shifts his weight to support himself on one hand as he continues fucking hard into Dew.

Aether guides Phantom’s hand to Dew’s belly, just below his belly button and presses. All three of them groan in unison.

“You can feel it, can’t you? Feel yourself inside of him?”

Phantom nods frantically, sweat dripping off of his forehead and splattering onto Dew’s skin below.

“Yes, yes,” is all Phantom can manage. This is it, he feels his orgasm barreling toward him, with every stroke of his cock inside he can feel himself through the taut muscle of Dew’s body, Aether firmly pressing down on his hand. Dew is still jacking himself frantically, head shaking back and forth on the pillow as Aether pushes down on his belly.

Aether leans in, grabbing Phantom’s head and turning it toward himself. He crashes his lips against Phantom’s, tongue pushing in and kissing him wet and deep before pulling back away.

“Come inside him now,” Aether commands, and suddenly Phantom can’t see straight, vision blurring and going dark around the edges as he cums with a shout, pressing in and shooting deep inside Dew’s quivering body.

He comes to just as Dew follows, clamping down on his still twitching cock and wailing, crying out “Aether, ohhhh, I’m - oh no Aether.” Dew’s babbling as his orgasm wracks his body, repeatedly crying out Aether’s name as he jacks every drop out of himself, splattering his chest and neck, a few stray droplets hitting himself in the face. Landing on those pretty pink lips.

Without waiting for Aether’s instruction Phantom dips down to kiss Dew, lapping the remnants of his release from his lips. Dew kisses back immediately.

When Phantom turns to Aether he sees him grinning down at Dew. His face is flushed and he’s sweating. He leans down to give Dew a kiss of his own, and Dew reaches up immediately to wrap slender arms around Aether’s neck, pulling him in, kissing him deeply.

Phantom sits there dumbly, softening cock still buried inside Dew.

He watches them kiss for a few moments more before pulling out. That seems to get their attention again. The shit-eating grin has returned to Dew’s flushed face.

Now it’s his turn for Aether to grin at him. Reaching out to ruffle Phantom’s sweat damp hair. He cups his chin and looks him in the eyes.

“You did so good,” he praises. “I know you’re gonna take such good care of my Dewdrop for me. There’s just one last thing for you to remember now.”

Phantom looks at him, wide-eyed, still gasping for breath.

“Fuck him all you want, but it’s gonna be my name he screams every time he cums.”

THE END and then Phantom and Dew both got on their knees and gave Aether a big old wet nasty sloppy blowjob as thanks for such an informative and thorough lesson.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #aether ghoul #phantom ghoul #aether/dewdrop #phantom/dew #aether/phantom #aether/dew/phantom #ghost fanfiction #aether/dew #dewther #ghoul-slime fic

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helcef · 2 months

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Quintessence ghouls aren’t immune to the cold either

Only posting doodles lately bc I can’t decide what wip to focus on so I end up not doing any of them

#the band ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost fanart #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #quintessence ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #fire ghoul #continuation of the last post? idk #digital art #artists on tumblr #art #fanart #doodle #cerberulix art tag #i think drawing dew steaming from warmth is funny

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mardyart · 9 months

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ghoul kisses hh

#just an excuse to draw my ghoul designs #also inspired by that one raintom interaction #jealous dew 🥴#rain #phantom #dewdrop #dew #aurora #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost fanart #ghost bc fanart #art #fanart #nameless ghouls fanart

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saintmisu · 4 months

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late night shenanigans (poor phantom tho)

#phantomdew once again #dew likes teasing the new ghoul #dw they did it (or not) dhhd #dew is a lil sht #PHANTOMDEW #dewdrop ghoul #phantom ghoul #i rly love them #the ghost band art #ghost bc #fanart #art #the ghost band #phantom x dewdrop #ghost fanart #ghost bc art #lazy art

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themelioragrand · 8 months

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Closeups from the IMPERA - Extended Box Set lyric booklet.

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st-danger · 9 months

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(For @riconas who deserves a little more information about that Aether/Dew/Aeon sandwich from the other day.)

(It's a continuation of a previous ficlet, and IS consensual but I've tagged it as dub just in case)

Aether should stop this. Probably. He probably ought to take stock of the rounded shoulders, the way muscle fibre jumps under his pale skin wherever it tenses and see that this might be a limit.

He should probably acknowledge the tone of his begging, the half-slurred words threaded with panic at it all being so much, too much, aroused beyond measure and unable to keep up with it.

There are many things Aether should do, and as he watches Dew curl into himself, sobbing and heaving for breath while Aeon spoons him on the disheveled bed, he knows there's a massive divide between should and will.

Holding himself in a loose fist, he leans against the headboard and listens to Dew sniffle.

"Shh," Aeon whispers into Dew's hair, hands grabbing at him, pulling him near. "You're okay." A kiss, and then Aeon's sneaking a glance back at Aether, grinning when he adds, "Door's right there. You just have to make it out."

He had wanted to see Dew fight; well, he'd gotten a little of that, a few earnest attempts to make a break for it, like they all didn't know Aeon would be wringing pleasure from him the second he tried. Now, Dew has very little fight left. He's exhausted. He's wet. His eyes are red-rimmed and he is weak on the bed and the door is so very far away.

Aether himself is fighting very hard not to blow his load yet. He wants to savor this.

Dew swears, and Aeon cuddles up close, presses against him and rubs his hand up and down Dew's spine, mumbling something that makes Dew laugh-sob and shake his head. His light hair is a mess, tangled from having hands in it, stuck to sweaty skin. Aeon's speaking again, too low for Aether to hear, but Dew's doubling down on his earlier head shaking.

"What is it?" Aether has to know. He gives himself a few slow strokes and goes a little dizzy when Dew raises his head to look up at him for a moment; red faced, pleasured, distressed.

"He says he can't cum anymore," Aeon says, deeply amused, reaching with long fingers to brush the hair off Dew's face and stroke tenderly along his cheek. "I said he can." Aeon's lip curls when he lets just a little hint of quintessence play into Dew's nerves once again, and the resulting moan makes Aether want to tear out his own hair.

"He looks so tired," Aether says, thick and hot in his palm and feeling so nasty about it all.

"Whaddya say?" Aeon hums, stroking Dew with measured, loving care. "You tired? Or do you have a little more in you?" Without waiting for an answer, he sinks his hand into Dew's hair and wrenches his head up, ducking in close so he speaks directly into his ear. "Door's right there. All you have to do is make it out. You just have to get to the door."

He lets Dew's head drop and then Dew is bodily pulling himself away, trying to disentangle his legs from Aeon's, to get to the edge of the bed, away from where Aeon's able to reach for him-

Aether reaches for Dew's ankle before he really registers what he's doing. The squawk of surprise from Dew comes just moments before Aether feels the pulse of magick Aeon forces into Dew, who moans and cries and shudders against the bed, tensing and hiding his face.

Aether watches dumbly, hand tight around Dew's ankle to the point he kniw it would hurt if Dew was capable of processing anything. He watches as Aeon simply decides to keep his orgasm going.

And going.

He just sobs. Shakes and cries and makes the most heart-rending noises Aether's ever heard from any of them.

"Can he breathe?" Aether asks, and gives up trying to hold himself back; he pulls at himself like a man possessed, getting his balls bouncing. Dew is a trembling, pathetic heap, and if there's a wet spot he's emptying himself onto in the sheets, Aether wants to shove his face into it.

"Does he need to?" Aeon muses, and then, seeing the sharp look Aether gives him, relents. "Okay," he mumbles sheepishly, pulling the quintessence back until his orgasm is over, but barely.

"Dew," Aether says, unable to stop jerking himself but needing to check in. "Dew, look at me."

Sniffling, gasping, he does. He looks so fucked up.

"Dew," Aether repeats, and Dew cracks an eye open. "There we go, that's good," Aether praises. "Look at me."

It appears to take a terrible amount of effort, but Dew does, dazed and lost.

"Listen to me," Aether says, rubbing his thumb over his head, a hit of sharp pleasure. "Can you do that?"

Aeon laughs as Dew gives the smallest, saddest nod.

Aether swallows.

"You gotta get to the door," he croaks, and Dew's eyes go wide and panicked immediately. "All you have to do is make it to the door and we'll stop."

Aeon cracks his knuckles and they graciously allow him a few seconds of time to think they might give him a fair shot. Dew practically crumples onto the floor and Aeon raises an eyebrow, questioning: you wanna?

"You do the honours," Aether says, and as Aeon stands, ready to grab and drag Dew back to bed, he finds the wet spot Dew left on the bed and presses his face to it.

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #ghost fanfiction #ghost headcanons #aether ghoul #aeon ghoul #sodo ghoul #dew/aether #aether x dew #aether/dew/aeon #aether/sodo #phantom/aether #phantom/dew #aeon/dew #tw: dubcon

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