#swiss/aeon

[forlorn-crows]

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 1: 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

pairing(s): aeon/swiss words: 656

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He’s barely visible under the fuzzy gray blanket that’s pulled around his body. With his legs tucked up against his chest, fabric cocooned around him, he looks like a kit drowning in a terry cloth towel after a bath. Only Aeon’s round face, screwed up in concentration with the ends of his hoodie strings between his teeth, and knobby hands, plunking away at his new basic smartphone, are visible to Swiss. 

In simple terms, he’s too cute to handle. Swiss’ fingers itch to grab and poke, squish the cuteness right out of him. Aeon grumbles something about the tiny keyboard, big pointed ear twitching as he stabs at the screen, and the multi ghoul cannot stand it for another second. 

“Whatcha doin’, bug?” he calls from his chair opposite the couch. 

Aeon chirps, peeking up from the screen. His hair sticks up on top when he lifts his head. “Hm?”

Swiss is going to scream. “I said ‘whatcha doin’’?”

“Well,” he spits out the hoodie strings, shifting a bit. “I’m trying to figure out this . . . texting thing. But Dew keeps sending me funny little faces after I accidentally send him random letters. The keys are so small, how do you do this?”

“You’ll get it, just takes some time. At least you have smaller thumbs.” Swiss wiggles both of his in Aeon’s direction. “That’ll help.”

Aeon huffs, corners of his mouth turning down, lower lip sticking out; he pouts. He’s pouting. Why must Copia always summon the adorable ones? And why can Swiss just never keep his hands off of them?

The frown remains in place even as Swiss hops out of his seat and sits down beside the newbie quint. Swiss shakes his head and chuckles. “Why’re you so damn cute?”

Aeon side-eyes him. Scoffs a little and rolls his eyes. “Cute?” he accuses. 

“Have you seen yourself?”

“I mean, yeah, I look in the mirror everyday—”

“No,” Swiss laughs, “right now. With your blanket and your little phone and that pouty face.” The multi ghoul pokes him right in the cheek, emphasizing said frown. 

“You make me sound like a child,” Aeon grumbles and flinches away, sticking his tongue out as he locks his phone and shoves it into the couch cushions. He pulls the blanket even tighter around himself. But there’s a smile tugging at his lips, even as he continues to side-eye Swiss. 

Once again, he is going to scream. “You make me crazy,” he admits stupidly, shaking his head. “I just wanna,” he makes a vague grabby-hands motion, indicating his frustration, “ugh, I just wanna scrunch you up and put you in my pocket, baby.”

“Front pockets are preferable, please.” Aeon grins suddenly, showing off his fangs. 

Swiss blinks. Momentarily stunned to silence—an incredibly rare feat for this ghoul.

“You little—” He springs into action, leaning close and poking his thick fingers everywhere: his neck, behind his ears, the dimples in his cheeks. Aeon squawks in protest, but that does nothing to stop the onslaught. He growls playfully and grabs his cheeks, squishing and smushing and squeezing. 

“‘wiss,” the quint attempts to complain—keep it together, really—through pushed-together cheeks. “‘top, bhat’re you—”

“I’m sorry, but you’re too adorable to live,” Swiss explains. “Gotta stop you before you reach mach cuteness or everyone’ll die.” Aeon whines, removing his arms from the blanket to swat at him to no avail. Swiss is quick to release his cheeks, grabbing his wrists instead and pinning his arms to his chest. 

“Gah, what the fu—” Swiss cuts him off with a cross between a snarl, a growl, and a weird noise a disgruntled-slash-scared cat would make, completely dramatic and unserious, diving in to his neck open-mouthed so he can graze his skin with the front of his teeth repeatedly with fake bites. Aeon can only toss his head back and giggle ferociously and against his will. 

“Gonna eat you,” Swiss growls. “C’mere.”

“Why are you like this?!”

𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿

#mushy may 2024 #the band ghost fanfic #aeon ghoul #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #the band ghost #swiss/aeon #aeon/swiss #phantom/swiss #swiss/phantom #aeon x swiss #swiss x aeon #phantom x swiss #swiss x phantom #mushy may #ficlet

[st-danger]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aeon goes all pink at that last comment.

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

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

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

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

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

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon/swiss #swiss/phantom #swisstom #swiss/aeon #swiss x aeon #swiss x phantom #ghost fanfiction

[noahl-art]

ooohhh for that pose thingy could u maybe do swiss and phantom in C1? (phantom being the one being held) pls and thank u

~ @atmosghoul

Cute bugs ❤️🥺 (my Phantom/Aeon design is still very wobbly, gotta work on it)

#swisstom #swiss/phantom #swiss/aeon #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #the band ghost #ghost band fanart #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #my art #sketch #fanart #illustration

[iamthecomet]

Kinktober - Day Twenty- Dry Humping AND Public Sex.

1k about why ghouls should not be allowed in bars. AKA: Swiss and Aeon share a perfectly innocent dance in a very crowded bar.

The bar is loud. Aeon’s still not used to this. The strange crush of humanity up by the bar. The cacophony of noise as they all talk over each other. Drunk on noise long before the alcohol hits them. 

He stands at the back of the room, a lukewarm beer in his hand. He’s only taken a couple of swigs. He’s found over the couple weeks of touring that he doesn’t particularly like beer. He’d rather have the wine Aether gave him back at the Abbey. Or something else. Something sweeter. But he isn’t sure how one goes about ordering that. Doesn’t even know what he would ask for. So when Dew asks him if he wants something he’s gotten used to just nodding and telling Dew to get him whatever he’s having. 

There’s no way Dew really likes this swill either. But the fire ghoul doesn’t seem to be having any trouble drinking it, so maybe Aeon’s wrong about that. 

He leans against the wall. He’s just to the left of the hallway that leads to the bathroom. Between him and his bandmates is a small square of floor in front of the digital jukebox that no one seems interested in. 

He taps his fingers on his glass and wonders how long he should wait before feigning exhaustion and leaving. How long is acceptable? Maybe he could set the beer down and go try his hand at something else. Ask the bartender for something popular that isn’t beer. There have to be other choices. 

He’s mulling it over, trying to decide if risking embarrassment is worth it, when Swiss sidles up to him. Leaning his shoulder against the wall and looking at Aeon through golden eyes glinting with mischief. 

Aeon’s still not used to seeing Swiss full glamored. Both eyes the same color, no obsidian horns. Fangs dulled down to something acceptable. He flashes Aeon a grin that makes the smaller ghoul’s stomach twist. 

“Wanna dance?”  

Aeon blink, swallows. He twitches away from Swiss in confusion, head shaking like he must have misheard. “What?” 

Swiss’ megawatt smile doesn’t dim. If anything it gets more predatory. “I asked if you wanted to dance.” 

“Dance?” 

Swiss rolls his eyes and curls his hand around Aeon’s forearm. He’s so warm. That’s the one thing about Swiss that stays constant even with the glamor. The heat of him. Aeon moves closer like a moth drawn to a flame, and Swiss abandons his grip on Aeon’s arm in favor of one around his waist. 

“Yeah,” Swiss whispers, leaning in to drag his nose up the side of Aeon’s neck. Inhaling sharply as he noses against his hairline. “That’s what I said.” 

“There’s no music?” 

Swiss pries the warm beer out of Aeon’s hand. He tugs him toward the little square of empty floor. Setting Aeon’s abandoned beer on a table as they go. Aeon lets himself be pulled, stumbling as Swiss digs his fingers into Aeon’s side. Aeon is about to protest again. To ask about the music–something–anything. But then Swiss has both of his hands around Aeon’s waist. And he’s pulling in him until they’re touching from chest to thigh. Aeon curls his arms around Swiss’ neck. They’re so close Aeon can smell the beer on Swiss’ breath, tinged with weed. 

And then there is music. Swelling up through the bar speakers. It’s a slow song–but not a balled. There’s something sensual about it, the pulse of the bass. The way Swiss guides Aeon’s hips as they move. 

Swiss drags him closer until they’re really pressed tight, zipper to zipper. With each sway of his hips Aeon can feel where Swiss is fattening up in his pants. His own cock twitching in interest as the sway together to the beat of a song Aeon’s never heard before. 

“How—how’d you do that? The music?” 

“Magic.” Swiss grins at him, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Aeon deadpans and Swiss laughs, tipping his head back. The long exposed line of his neck makes Aeon’s stomach flip. Does nothing to help his rapidly hardening dick. 

“Lus has the app on her phone,” Swiss concedes as he pulls his head back to center. He rests his forehead against Aeon’s, gazing down at him. Rolling their hips together until Aeon gasps.

There are people everywhere. He can still hear them outside of the little bubble he and Swiss have created. Watching them. He isn’t sure why the thought makes his cock twich, but it doesn’t go unnoticed. Swiss’s smile deepens. 

“They’re going to notice,” Aeon whispers. He has one palm flat on Swiss’ neck, fingers digging in. The other is gripped in his shirt by his shoulder blade. Still pulling him closer even as his logical brain tells him to stop this before he gets so hard he can’t hide it. 

He thinks Swiss might already be there. Hot and solid against Aeon’s dick as he rolls his hips forward. Aeon wishes for less clothes. He wants to see the heads of their cocks slide together. Wants to watch as they both leak pre. 

“They see this shit all the time,” Swiss promises him. “Every day. Humans do this all the time.” 

Aeon believes it. But that doesn’t stop his blush. Aeon drops his head, buries his face in Swiss’ neck as they sway. Cocks dragging over each other through their jeans. Aeon’s going to have a wet spot. He’s going to make a mess. He should stop. He doesn’t. 

“And we both know you like to be watched,” Swiss adds, voice directly in Aeons’ ear. Teeth catching on the shell of it as he hitches Aeon even closer. Fingers dipping just below the waistband of his jeans. It’s nothing, barely a touch but Aeons’ bucking his hips forward anyway. 

He whimpers against Swiss’ neck. Tongue darting out to lap over Swiss’ hammering pulse. Aeon lets Swiss guide him. Their bodies rolling together. Aeon knows it can’t look like dancing no matter how on beat they are. He’s rutting his hips against Swiss’ like a horny teenager.

“They’re all gonna know,” Aeon whines, devastated but not willing to do anything about it except chase his pleasure. “When the song ends and we’re both hard. They’re all gonna know–.” 

“No one’s gonna know, Bug.” Swiss promises. He licks a filthy stripe up the side of Aeon’s face. Nips at his ear again.

“Course they are,” Aeon whines. 

Aeon feels Swiss’ grin against the side of his face. Grinding his hips into Aeon’s a little harder, Aeon shudders in his arms. “Not if we don’t stop until we cum.” 

#comet writes #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #ghostober #ghostober 2023 #swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss/aeon #swiss/phantom #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #ghost band fanfiction #wrote this faster than I usually do because I wanna go play a spoopy game so if there are errors #no there aren't

[coffeeghoulie]

for the kiss prompt, 20 with aeon/Swiss?

Ah yes, my darling boys (gn). This one got a little bit angsty, mentions of some Siblings being cruel and a little bit of implied murder ghouls at the end. Hope you enjoy!

#20: on a scar (also this prompt sent me when i looked up what number it was, I literally had to cover my mouth at my desk to keep from squealing, it's perfect for them)

Prompt from this list

Swiss finds Aeon in their shared bathroom, leaning heavily against the sink counter. Their knuckles are almost white with how hard they grab it, and they stare quietly at their own reflection in the mirror. The air is bitter, Aeon's scent radiating sheer distress, and Swiss's hands tense.

They flinch slightly when Swiss presses his chest to their back, hooking his chin over the top of their head, hands gentle on their waist. "There's my buggy," he hums, pressing a kiss to the crown of their head, where black hair meets white. "I've been looking all over for you. Thought you finished chores ages ago."

At the mention of chores, Aeon flinches harder, their good eye darting up to his reflection. "I did," they whisper, voice smaller than Swiss's heard it in months.

Swiss hums again. "I'm not very good at this, bug, but I don't have to read your mind to know something's wrong. What's troubling you, sweetheart?"

Aeon tenses again, gaze turning to the left side of their face, where the long-scarred claw marks rake over their blind eye, marring their cheek, their forehead, one of their horns. Their breathing begins to quicken, and Swiss can feel their pulse racing.

"Swiss," they begin, voice a little shaky. "Is there any way for us to change what our glamour makes us look like?"

His brow furrows, leaning down to press another kiss into their hair. "No, bug, it only hides the parts of us that don't pass as human. Horns, teeth, tails, things like that. I'm sorry. What's wrong with your glamour?"

Aeon makes a choked little noise, their eyes suddenly glassy and wet. They turn in Swiss's arms, and Swiss only just barely dodges their sharp little horn as they bury their face in his collarbone. "I think they thought I couldn't hear them," Aeon whispers just loud enough for Swiss to hear. "I think they thought because I'm blind on my left side, that ear doesn't work either, but it's just torn, I can hear just fine."

Swiss hums, a low distressed tone. His hands trail up between their shoulderblades, holding them close. "They? Buggy, sweetheart, what's goin' on?"

He can feel more than hear the barely stifled sob they let out, swaying gently with them as he tries to soothe them.

"Some of the Siblings who were cleaning the chapel with me," Aeon whispers. "They keep talking about me and my scars. Said they made me look like a freak. And they've called me other names, that I don't wanna say."

Swiss can't help it. His grip around them tightens, pulling them closer to him, and he feels the growl bubbling up from deep in his chest. Aeon squeaks, struggling in his arms, and Swiss feels his heart shatter like a wine glass thrown against a wall. He relaxes his grip, chuffing apologetically into their hair. "Not mad at you, promise I'm not mad at you, sweetheart."

"Swiss," they whisper, bringing a hand up to scrub at their eyes, wincing as they press too hard on their damaged left eye.

"Hey, hey, can you look at me?" Swiss breathes, hands shifting to cup their cheeks, stepping back just far enough to tip Aeon's chin up.

Aeon's lower lip wobbles, but they meet his eyes. He smiles, soft and warm, thumbs smoothing away a tear threatening to fall.

"There's my buggy," he coos, leaning in and kissing their cheek, just over the scar that runs over their eye. "What those Siblings say doesn't mean shit, Aeon. I'm sorry they can be assholes. You are not a freak, bug. We love you so much. I love you so much."

Aeon offers him a little smile, leaning into his touch. "Love you too."

Swiss grins, bright and a little wild. "Do you know who it was? Who was saying awful things about you?"

"I know a couple names," Aeon whispers, their good eye darting across his face.

"That's very good, buggy," Swiss says, an expression he knows Aeon's never seen twisting his grin, a particular kind of glint behind his gold eyes. "Because one of the best parts of being a ghoul in Papa's pack at the Ministry? We can make sure they never say anything like that ever again."

In his arms, Aeon grins.

#I don't know if you're the same anon who said they'd eat up more swiss/aeon #but if you are #thank you for the temptation lol #murder ghouls #wait the first time i wrote something swiss/aeon it was murder ghouls this is perfect #dot's writing #aeon ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss/aeon #swiss/phantom #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction

[arcaneacolyte]

Attention

Summary:

Phantom likes attention.

If anyone were to watch how he performs at Rituals, how he interacts with screaming fans, blowing kisses and moving his body in ways that make them scream all the louder, it’s obvious.

He loves to be watched. So much so, that he’s jealous when other Ghouls get attention. He might argue until he’s purple in the face—or at least more than his unglamored skin already is—but Swiss knows, Swiss sees.

Pairing: Swiss/Phantom (Aeon)

Words: 3,017

Contains: Praise Kink, Mean Swiss, Dom/Sub, Safewords (Stoplight system), Masturbation, Longing, Top Swiss, Bottom Phantom, Humiliation, Degradation, Autofellatio, Flexibility, Jealous Phantom, Attention Whore Phantom, Subspace, Dacryphilia, Teasing, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Size Kink, PWP, Polyghouls, Voyuerism, Mildly Dubious Consent

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Hello hello! I’m back with another brain worm induced fic lol. So basically, I noticed during the Ritual I went to, that every time I tried to film Swiss, Phantom would try to walk in front of my phone or take over the shot himself, and I thought it was very funny, and apparently he was doing it at other Rituals too! Then I saw how bendy he was and how much he likes attention, and this idea spawned from there.

I will say, this does have a little bit of dubcon feelings to it, but I promise that Phantom is very much into this! I added the tag though just in case people might feel a little squicked about it!

I did not beta this, and also wrote it in a fugue state and finished it at 3 am, so please let me know if there are any glaring mistakes lol.

Read below the cut or on AO3 if you prefer that!

Phantom likes attention.

If anyone were to watch how he performs at Rituals, how he interacts with screaming fans, blowing kisses and moving his body in ways that make them scream all the louder, it’s obvious.

He loves to be watched. So much so, that he’s jealous when other Ghouls get attention. He might argue until he’s purple in the face—or at least more than his unglamored skin already is—but Swiss knows, Swiss sees.

At first he thought it was simply Phantom trying to move from one place to another on the stage in front of him, but as more Rituals went by and Swiss watched the lithe Quintessence Ghoul more and more, he started to notice a trend.

Any time a fan would aim their phone towards Swiss, Phantom would come stomping past, or even step directly to the edge of the stage, effectively blocking off any view of the Multi-Ghoul. He’d make a silent fuss as he bent his body or flipped his guitar around in a spectacle that the little Bug seemed to deem far more interesting than Swiss of all Ghouls. Swiss was stuck up on a platform in the back. Phantom was out in front, free to move around as he wished. The fans should want to film him.

It was adorable really, how the taste of the limelight gets the new Bug all jealous. But Swiss has been with the band long enough to know that everyone has favorites, and no matter what Phantom does, that won’t stop the fans from wanting to film Swiss.

So the little Bug likes attention, huh? Swiss smiles as he shakes his hips in tempo with his tambourine.

He can do that.

He just has to wait for the opportune moment.

Thankfully it comes not long after Swiss makes his plan. Phantom is a younger Ghoul by the rest of the pack’s standards, and his want—no need—for attention is so obvious now that Swiss has keyed into it.

Always talking, asking questions, commenting on anything any other Ghoul or even Papa is doing. Staring with those big round lavender eyes as he asks for cuddles or for someone to help him with something.

So easy. So predictable.

He starts giving the Bug just the lightest bits of attention. Little bits that are sure to leave Phantom wanting more.

Casually asking what book he’s reading from across their respective bunks on the tour bus, watching those lavender eyes glow as Phantom explains the contents of the book Swiss couldn’t care less about. Giving Phantom little bites of his road snacks, something that’s normally off limits to any of the other Ghouls, offered like a secret. A gentle grip to the back of the Quintessence Ghoul’s neck and a soft, “Good job out there,” after a Ritual.

Swiss is a Multi Ghoul after all. He’s good at playing anyone like an instrument.

Swiss is careful not to give too much, just enough to leave the little Bug wanting and nothing more. It’s a delicate balance, almost a fun little game for Swiss to pass the time with. Thinking and planning on what he’s going to do next to make Phantom want his attention more and more.

He knows it’s working by the smell. The desperate little scent that’s downright delicious. The way that Phantom keeps trying to get closer to Swiss, sitting or laying down next to him with as little space between them as possible; trying to twine his tail with Swiss, as if it will change Swiss’ mind when he decides to finally move.

The stupidly cute thing about Phantom is that as much as he loves attention, he doesn’t like to use his words and ask for it. He’s stubborn that way, and Swiss intends to break him.

Finally, the opportunity comes when a hotel is booked after a venue, Copia too goddamn tired to want to even think about getting on the road again until tomorrow, and he passes out hotel keycards with a tired expression, reminding his Ghouls not to stay out too late or cause any irreparable damage.

He’s roomed with Rain, and he notices that Mountain is paired with Phantom.

It all comes together too easily, really. Far easier than it should have, but that just means that his plan has worked.

Half of the pack decides to go out for a few drinks before settling down, the rush of energy from the Ritual still singing in their blood, but Phantom—who normally joins them—claims he has a headache and says he’s going to turn in for the night. Swiss doesn’t believe it for a moment.

It’s as easy as anything to get Mountain to trade key cards with him, especially as he claims he’s going to head back to the hotel early, and wants to check on Phantom.

“Going to finally give him what he’s been asking for?” Mountain asks behind the lip of his beer bottle, and Swiss has to laugh.

“Please, Mount, I don’t kiss and tell,” he teases, slipping the keycard into his pocket.

“That’s a lie,” Mountain comments back, but says nothing else, nodding his head as a goodbye before Swiss turns to leave the bar.

It’s thankfully a short cab ride back to the hotel, and Swiss gives the tired woman at the front desk a tooth full smile as he passes towards the elevator. He wonders if she’ll be the one who will be getting noise complaints later on.

Finally, without much fanfare, he’s right outside the hotel room. Even without being inside, he can just faintly smell desire sharp desire radiating through the door. He stands to enjoy it for one long moment, before slipping the card into the lock.

The click of the door opening makes him smirk, and he can’t help the anticipation. All the work is finally going to pay off.

And oh, pay off it does.

The heady scent hits Swiss the same time the visual does, and he can’t help but moan over a filthy chuckle as he looks at the little Bug, his cock already starting to perk up in his jeans.

Legs bent nearly up to his ears as he desperately tugs at his cock, tail wrapped around his own thigh and moans muffled by cute little fangs digging into his plush lips. The slick sounds of him frantically jacking himself off nearly makes Swiss laugh again, but he simply watches for a long moment, endlessly entertained by the fact that Phantom is so wrapped up in himself, that he hasn’t even heard Swiss yet.

“Headache, huh?” He finally says before closing the door and dropping his human glamour. A fleeting thought crosses his mind about leaving it open, but no, he’s not about to share what he worked so hard for to any human who might walk by.

Phantom’s eyes shoot open, and he gasps sharply before trying to scramble himself together, like he wasn’t just desperately jacking himself off. “Swiss!” He shouts, breathless, pretty doe eyes so wide and already watery.

Oh, Swiss is going to ruin him.

He approaches a few steps, tail swaying like a predator toying his prey but ends up watching the little Bug from the archway into the room proper, crossing his arms and propping himself against the wall, a knowing smirk that he couldn’t stop if he tried stretching his lips.

“Came to check on you, little Bug.....” he says softly. “Seems like you’re feeling better?”

Phantom has a blanket thrown haphazardly thrown over his crotch, and he’s blushing so hard he’s nearly glowing. It’s cute, the little display, and Swiss aches to pull the blanket away, but he refrains, stays in his place and looks.

The Quintessence Ghoul starts to babble, “I—w-well....I was.....you—the Ritual?”

“Pent up?” Swiss supplies with an arch of his brow.

Phantom’s head drops and he looks away, digging a fang into his plush lip again. Swiss wonders if he can make Phantom pierce it hard enough to make it bleed.

“Interesting.....” Swiss says, finally pushing himself off the wall, moving into the room. He stops looking directly at the lithe Ghoul, pretending to contemplate his movements as he reaches the chair in the corner. “And here I was, thinking that you were hurting....”

“I—“ Phantom hesitates, as Swiss pulls the chair to settle it in front of the bed where Phantom sits, still flabbergasted, trying to explain himself.

It’s so cute.

Swiss wants to see him cry.

“But you’re hurting in another way, aren’t you, Bug?” Swiss asks, settling himself down in the chair, feigning nonchalance, inspecting his fingernails as he settles with one knee draped over another. It’s tight against his half hard cock, but he’ll deal with it for the moment.

A whimper is what he gets in return, and another smile stretches its way across the Multi Ghoul’s lips.

So easy.

“It’s a shame you didn’t ask.....” his tone is light, then darkens as he flicks his eyes to Phantom, who’s mouth is dropped open slightly as he stares at Swiss, almost as if he can’t believe that the Multi Ghoul is here. He’s almost surprised that Phantom hasn’t tried to demand that he leave, but the tent in the blanket covering the little Ghoul’s lap tells Swiss everything. “But you don’t like to ask for attention, do you?”

Phantom’s mouth gapes and closes like a goldfish for a few moments, trying to decide what to say, maybe try to defend himself, but Swiss isn’t interested.

He goes in for the kill.

He moves, leaning his elbows onto his knees and staring at Phantom with sharp red eyes. “You like to demand attention, don’t you, little Bug?” He growls. “You like to take it when it doesn’t belong to you....”

Phantom swallows sharply before whining again, working his hands into the blankets, squirming at the intense gaze. “I—“

“Stomping in front of fans when they’re trying to take pictures of me. When they’re trying to film me.” Swiss outright growls, and he doesn’t miss the way Phantom’s covered cock twitches at the words, even as he tries to come up with a silly, stupid excuse that Swiss doesn’t care about.

“I’m sorry Swiss, I just—“

“Well you have my attention now, Bug,” Swiss interrupts, before settling against the back of the chair again, his arms draped over the armrests. “What are you going to do with it?”

Phantom gapes at him again, like he honestly can’t believe what’s happening, before he licks his already slick lips, enough that it makes Swiss groan a little under his breath. Phantom chirps at the sound, and Swiss chuffs lowly back.

“Color, Bug.” Swiss says, and that seems to knock Phantom out of his surprised headspace.

“Green,” he says softly, still kneading nervously at the sheets.

Swiss quirks a brow. “Bug....”

“Green, Sir....” Phantom replies, his lithe little chest huffing with pants.

Eyeing him, Swiss says. “You tell me if that changes.”

“Yes, Sir.” Without any hesitation.

Swiss smiles. “Good boy.”

The whimper he gets in return makes the smile widen.

“Show me, Bug......let me see how desperate I got your cock.”

Phantom whines and scrambles to follow directions, and Swiss relaxes further into the chair, unabashedly reaching to knead at his cock through his jeans. What an easy thing Phantom is.

When said Ghoul pulls the blanket back and reveals his still twitching, wet cock, Swiss licks at his lips before cooing. “Aw, look at that.....so hard aren’t you?”

“So hard, Sir....” Phantom replies, his hands still shaking at his sides. His tail has wrapped around his middle, his torso lithe enough that he can wrap around it almost twice.

Swiss bets he could wrap his hands around it and almost have his fingers touch.

Oh, but what a good boy he is for not touching himself before Swiss says he can. He tells Phantom so, and it gets him a keening little moan.

“Sw-Swiss...”

“I know, Bug,” Swiss can’t help the condescension out of his tone. The wanting, pathetic little whines he’s plucking out of the Quintessence Ghoul are oh so yummy, and he wants to hear more.

“You just can’t help but be a slave to your cock, can you? So brainless and horny aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” replies Phantom dumbly after another thick swallow, and Swiss doesn’t reprimand him for the lack of ‘Sir’ due to how blissed out he already looks just by Swiss’ words alone.

So damn easy. What a power trip.

“Why don’t you show me how you were touching that little dick before I caught you?” Swiss says easily, already knowing the Quintessence Ghoul will do just as he asks.

Phantom shudders, but flashes those doe eyes and pouts those plump little lips at him as he shifts back against the pillows and the headboard, throwing his knees up so easily and smoothly it makes Swiss’ cock throb even as phantom mutters, “Not little...”

“Oh?” Swiss archs a brow. “I think it is....bet I could cover the whole thing with just one of my hands....”

And that gets the little Bug to start jerking again, whining and screwing his eyes shut at the slick sounds that start up again so very quickly. Swiss chuckles, and it makes Phantom squirm and moan, his tail shifting to wrap around his own thigh.

Swiss can’t help but be cruel. “Eyes on me, Bug.....you wanted my attention and if you squander it now I’ll fucking get up and leave....”

“No!” Phantom gasps, eyes shooting open. Swiss groans, his cock kicking as the smaller Ghoul opens his legs wider, pulls them back even more so Swiss can really see how he’s stripping his cock, hurtling himself towards an orgasm that the Multi Ghoul isn’t so sure that he wants to happen just yet. He’s practically folded himself in half now, and damn does Swiss want to tease the needy little thing.

“Look at yourself.....look how needy you are and how wet you’re making yourself.....so pathetic....” He sneers. “You could have had my hand or my mouth on your cock if you would have just asked... but now we’re here. Watch as you jerk yourself stupid, Phantom.”

Little Bug follows the order beautifully, tilting his head down to watch himself jerk, taking a moment every few strokes to smear more of the pre-cum that’s blurting out of his slit and smear it down his shaft for a smoother glide, little grunts and moans coming unbidden from his throat, like he can’t even help it.

He’s so pathetic and needy. It’s cute.

Swiss watches, rapt, as Phantom tugs himself closer and closer to orgasm, and when the little Ghoul’s tongue lolls out of his mouth, Swiss finally notices something that he can’t help but voice as his own cock spills pre-cum into his underwear and sends a shiver down his spine.

“Sathanas....looks like you’re flexible enough to suck your own cock if you wanted...”

It was meant to tease, meant to send Phantom closer and closer to the edge he’s so desperately gunning for, but Swiss’ eyes widen, caught off guard for the first time tonight when Phantom shifts, nearly locking his knees behind his ears and leaning down to lick filthy and wet over his cock slit, whining sharply before fluttering his eyes shut and bending himself just that little bit more to take the leaking head of his cock into his mouth.

“Fuck~” Swiss swears sharply, unable to stop himself from kneading hard at his clothed cock as he watches Phantom give himself a firm suck, sure by now that a wet spot is forming on the denim, but he’s not going to take his eyes off of Phantom to check, not in a million years.

The little Ghoul moans at the feeling of his own mouth, and while he doesn’t seem to be able to get more than the head into it, that doesn’t stop him from sucking and licking at it like the worlds most pornographic lollipop, keening and moaning and dripping saliva and pre-cum all over himself. One of his hands still tugs freely at the rest of his cock, and Swiss feels like his head is going to explode.

Fucking hell, the surprises his little Bug has.

As wonderful and mind-numbingly erotic the sight of Phantom desperately sucking at his own cock is, the noises coming out of the Quintessence Ghoul’s mouth are telling, and Swiss still doesn’t want to let him cum just yet, so despite himself, he barks out, “That’s enough, Phantom.”

He groans when Phantom doesn’t stop, too much into himself and his singleminded quest for cumming down his own throat.

But he can’t have that. So Swiss decides to take matters into his own hands. He stands suddenly, and kneels onto the bed, reaching to quickly thread his fingers into Phantom’s soft hair, pulling him back with a sharp movement. He growls at the little Ghoul’s whine at dislodging him so close to his orgasm, but it turns into a cruel smirk as Phantom blinks up at him with oh so wet eyes, lips swollen and face flushed dark from the exertion and pleasure. “Such a dirty little pathetic slut,” he taunts, gripping Phantom’s hair tighter in his fist just to see him wince and hear him whine, the sound high and feminine and absolutely delicious. “When the Hell did I say you could orgasm....?”

It seems to take a few moments for Phantom to register what he’s said, and Swiss revels isn’t he fact that he’s gotten the little Bug so deep so quickly. “B-but....” Phantom’s lip wobbles, and Swiss groans, the tears that have gathered at the edges of Phantom’s eyes finally streaming down his cheeks.

Swiss has a wonderfully terrible idea then, and he smiles, all fang as he reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone.

“Do it again Bug,” he croons, aiming the phone at the little Ghoul. “And I’ll make sure that everyone sees.”

Phantom can’t disobey if he tried.

#ghost bc #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss/phantom #swiss/aeon #swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #swiss x phantom #swiss x aeon #phantom x Swiss #aeon x Swiss #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #my writing

[ghoul-slime]

Can i offer you prompt 98 with Swiss & Phantom/Aeon please? They are just so made for getting in situations with eachother, you know?

Here you go! I was just dying to write some Swiss/Phantom, so I had a lot of fun with this one! They are definitely made for getting into situations with each other. Thanks for the prompt!

Have some Swiss/Phantom with a little bit of uniform kink, gratuitous use of corny pet names, and some very wet and nasty dirty talk.

For Phantom, the initial excitement of receiving his new uniform wore off quickly. Despite his insistence that everything fit just fine, Papa and Sister had insisted he see the ministry tailor to have the pants and sleeves hemmed. Sister demanded perfection and Papa had reassured the new ghoul that since he’d be practically living in the uniform, he was going to want it to fit just right.

Phantom bounced his head against the back of the couch in the common room and sighed, waiting for his turn to see the tailor. Aurora was in there now, apparently needing more than a few adjustments to her own uniform.

Phantom sighed again and tapped the toes of his shiny new boots against the floor. He still had to wait for Rain to get the knees on his uniform pants patched up and for Dew to have his helmet re-laced before it was his turn. He frowned. Nobody told him how much waiting around he would be doing as a band ghoul, and the tour hadn’t even started yet.

He’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly when a pair of legs appears in his field of vision. He looks up to find Swiss grinning down at him with his trademark toothy smile.

“Wow, lookin’ sharp there, bug,” Swiss whistles. “That uniform is doing you all sorts of favors.”

“Yeah?” Phantom grins back up at him, stretches his arms out and shimmies his shoulders, shaking the fringe of the epaulets. “Feels pretty cool. Finally a real part of the band now!” 

Swiss laughs and reaches out to ruffle his hair. He tilts his head. “What are you doin’ in here all by yourself though?”

Phantom shrugs. “Waiting my turn to have all this stuff fixed,” he holds out his hands and wiggles his fingers, showing Swiss how the sleeves reach past his palms. He rolls his eyes. “Bored though.”

Swiss reaches out for Phantom’s hands and pulls him up off the couch. He kisses the pads of his fingers before letting him go.

“Lemme get a good look at you in your new uniform, handsome thing,” Swiss asks and Phantom takes a step back, does a little turn, and lets Swiss take in the sight of him. He looks good, Swiss thinks, even if the sleeves are just a tad bit too long.

The rich, textured black fabric looks elegant draped across his lean body. The fit of the vest accentuates his slim waist, and the lacing at the seat of his pants draws attention to his cute little butt. Phantom can feel Swiss staring, and reaches back to swat at the laces dangling near his ass.

“These are weird though,” he laughs. “How the heck am I supposed to get myself in and out of these things all by myself?!” He throws an innocent look at Swiss over his shoulder and wiggles his hips.

Swiss laughs. He can see what kind of game Phantom is trying to play here.

“Well babydoll, I just so happen to have plenty of experience in this department,” he slings an arm around Phantom’s shoulder. “Want me to show you how it’s done? Maybe help alleviate some of that boredom while we're at it?” Swiss waggles his eyebrows to emphasize.

Phantom curls around, stands on his toes and wraps his arms around Swiss’ neck. Leans up to kiss him on the lips. Swiss hums in appreciation and deepens the kiss, reaches around to cup Phantom’s ass, squeezing him and pulling him flush against his hips.

Swiss moves to tug Phantom’s jacket off when the sound of someone clearing their throat interrupts their makeout session. It’s Aether, standing at the doorway with his arms crossed, looking unimpressed.

“Don’t you dare take that uniform off of him, Swiss,” Aether chides. “We just got him all laced up and put together and he still needs to get fitted for adjustments.”

Swiss holds his hands up in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Aeth,” Swiss reassures him. “Just helping our boy kill some time while he waits.”

“Uh huh,” Aether answers, sounding unconvinced. He shoots Phantom a warning look. “And please, for the love of Satan, don’t get it dirty.”

“Yes mom,” Phantom answers, rolling his eyes. Aether contemplates them for a moment before turning back to the door with a sigh. Swiss blows him a kiss as Aether shuts the door behind himself, muttering something under his breath.

When Swiss turns back, Phantom practically pounces on him, eagerly kissing and licking his way into Swiss’ mouth, tugging him back by the shirt until he’s backing them up to the couch. Phantom plops himself down, reaching up to cup Swiss through his jeans, petting and pawing at him until the hard line of his cock presses against his zipper.

Phantom licks his lips and pops the button of Swiss’ jeans, dragging the zipper down to pet at his cock through his briefs. “Fuck me on the couch?” he offers, hopeful.

Swiss leans forward, threads his fingers through Phantom’s hair, lets him nuzzle his face against his cock through the fabric of his underwear. “Anything you want,” he agrees. “Better make it quick though. Wouldn’t want Aether or Papa to find out. Get us both sent back to the pit before we even get out on the road.”

Phantom laughs, pulls the elastic waistband of Swiss’ boxers down, and leans in to lap at the tip of his dick, humming at the taste of it on his tongue and swallowing the whole of him down to the base. Swiss groans, tightening his grip on Phantom’s hair before he’s pulling back with a pop, wiping away the thread of saliva connecting his lips with the head of Swiss’ cock, looking pleased with himself.

Phantom flops down against the back of the couch and reaches for his belt buckle before Swiss is crowding back in, leaning over him and swatting his hands away, taking the belt into his own hands.

“Oh no you don’t,” he chuckles. “Lemme do it. Gotta try and keep you as intact as possible here.” Phantom lets his hands fall to the side as Swiss unbuckles the belt, unfastens his pants, and pulls down the zipper. “Lift your butt,” Swiss asks and Phantom complies, bracing himself on his elbows and lifting up enough for Swiss to shimmy his pants and underwear down to around his thighs. Pushing them as far down as he can get them without untying the lacing down his legs.

Swiss lets his hands wander up Phantom’s chest, feeling the soft textured velvet of the vest, the cool metal of the buckles, reaches up to grasp at the fabric of the tie, pulling gently until their lips meet. Swiss kisses him deep, licking into his mouth, tracing the outline of his fangs with his tongue, kisses him until he’s pulling sweet little whimpers and whines from between Phantom’s plush lips.

“Swiss,” Phantom whines, canting his hips up, bringing Swiss’ attention to his hard cock bobbing in the air, just starting to glisten at the tip. Phantom wraps a hand around himself and looks up at Swiss with big, pleading eyes.

“I got you baby,” Swiss spits into his hand, slicks himself up, and reaches for Phantom’s legs.

“Oh!” Phantom shouts, “Hang on just a second!” And then he’s flipping himself over to wriggle to the edge of the couch, pants bunched up between his thighs and bare ass on full display as he reaches in to rummage around between the couch cushions.

Swiss watches him for a moment, cringing inwardly when he notices the back of Phantom’s jacket is already starting to wrinkle. Phantom lets out a happy little chirp and turns back triumphantly, a tiny squeeze bottle of lube held up proudly in his hand. Swiss raises an eyebrow.

“Dew hides it in there,” he explains. “For when Aether rails him on the couch after their little date night movie marathons.” He makes air quotes with his fingers at the words “movie marathon.” Phantom frowns, considering it. “Don’t tell him I told you that though.”

Swiss holds his hand to his heart, “Our little secret.” And then Phantom is pressing the bottle into his hands and rearranging himself back on the couch, lazily stroking himself and grinning up at Swiss with a toothy, mischievous little smirk.

“Gimme your legs,” Swiss gestures at him with his fingers until Phantom is crowding himself down, lifting his legs, still bound together at the thighs by his pants, into Swiss’ waiting hands.

Swiss arranges him on the couch like that, both legs held into the air, thighs together and bent at the knee. He rests the backs of Phantom’s calves against his chest, lets the heels of his boots sit just at his shoulder. He looks down to admire the view he’s created for himself. 

Phantom squirms, becoming impatient. “Give it to me already, Swiss,” he whines. “Before Aether comes back to yell at us.”

Swiss smooths his hands down the soft skin of Phantom’s thighs before popping the cap to the lube and drizzling a thin stream directly onto his cock. He pumps himself a couple of times, smearing it around and getting himself nice and slicked up before smearing the rest across Phantom’s fluttering, waiting hole. 

He traces the pad of one finger around the rim before slipping inside, pulling a sweet little sigh from Phantom as he sinks in deep and fingers him. When he finishes, Swiss pulls his shirt off over his head, wipes his hands on it, and tosses it aside.

He lines the wet head of his cock up against Phantom’s entrance and pushes in. Phantom is tight, so tight, even more so with how Swiss has his legs pressed together, how his pants force his thighs shut as Swiss spears him on his cock.

Phantom reaches up to pull at one of his nipples as Swiss bottoms out and starts thrusting.

“You better not jizz all over my new uniform,” Phantom speaks up, breaking Swiss from his concentration.

Swiss tips his head back and laughs at Phantom’s blunt words. “Guess I’ll have to cum inside you then,” he answers. Thrusts in deep until he’s flush with the backs of Phantom’s thighs.

Phantom contemplates for a beat. “Good idea.” He nods his head resolutely. 

And then Swiss is fucking him in earnest, bouncing the fringe of his jacket with each thrust of his hips, hearing it swish against the fabric of the couch along with the wet slide of his cock pushing and pulling in and out of Phantom’s body. He grips Phantom’s legs, feeling the leather of his uniform boots and the laces of his pants beneath his palms as he folds him in half, fucks into him deeper.

After a moment he feels Phantom squirming again, struggling to find purchase on his elbows. Straining his neck as he tries to look past his own legs.

“What’s wrong, bug?” Swiss asks, slowing his thrusts.

Phantom clicks his tongue in annoyance, huffs out an irritated little breath. “You know I like seeing it go inside me,” he frowns. “Can’t see it with my legs in the way like this.” He squirms again, squeezing tight around Swiss’ cock as he struggles to sit up and cranes his neck.

Swiss inhales sharply at his words, knowing that yeah, Phantom really does like seeing himself penetrated. Always has them fucking next to a mirror, or folding his flexible little body to peer down at Swiss sliding inside him, or even handing Swiss his cell phone and demanding he record it for him to watch later.

“Sorry babydoll,” Swiss apologizes, picking up his pace again. “How about I tell you what I see back here. How pretty you look taking me all inside.”

“Mmm, yeah,” Phantom agrees, smiling and satisfied with that idea. “But you gotta tell me everything.”

Swiss licks his index finger, traces it around Phantom’s rim, feels where they’re connected together. “I see your wet, pink little hole, stretched so pretty and puffy around my cock. Swallowing me up.”

Swiss sees Phantom’s arm moving from behind his legs, jacking himself off to what he hears described.

Swiss pushes himself in. “I see the way you open up for me, so slick and easy, when I push in.” He glides his cock back out, glistening and wet, pulling out all the way to see Phantom’s hole gape and wink at him. “And I see how stretched open and fucked out you look when I pull out.”

Phantom groans, tosses his head back, jerks himself off faster. Swiss can feel he’s getting close, looking down at Phantom’s perfect little body, hears the way he whimpers and groans with each thrust, feels the way Phantom clutches and trembles around him as he describes everything he sees.

“Gonna cum, bug. You ready for it?”

Phantom nods his head frantically, tossing his hair around, letting the fringe of it fall over his eyes.

“Gotta hold it all inside for me, though. Can’t spill a single drop onto your nice, clean new uniform,” Swiss continues. “Think you can do that for me, baby?”

Phantom chokes out a cry and nods again, tugs himself off faster when Swiss cums deep inside him. Cries out as Swiss presses in flush against him, emptying himself inside Phantom’s tight little body. When he pulls out, Phantom’s hands fly to his hole, feeling himself clench around Swiss’ release, desperate not to let anything leak out.

Phantom lets out a quiet little oof when Swiss lets his legs down, feeling the blood rush back to his feet as he pants. His cock is red and kicking between his legs, dripping wet at the head and threatening to drip a glistening gob of pre down his shaft. 

Swiss can’t have that. Not when they’d done such a good job keeping Phantom and his new uniform nice and clean.

Swiss drops to his knees. Crawls up until he’s face to face with Phantom’s dripping cock.

“You did so good, baby,” Swiss purrs, “Now what do you say you finish down my throat and we get you put back together nice and neat and clean before anybody knows what we did?”

#phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #swiss/phantom #swiss/aeon #swiss x phantom #swiss x aeon #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #ghoul-slime fic #ghoul-slime ask

[ghoulangerlee]

I saw the kiss prompts!! So cute ❤️

Maybe "just follow my lead" & lifting your lover up while kissing with Aeon and Swiss?

Only if you want to of course!!!

Anon, please accept this humble Swiss/Aeon 💚 thank you so much for the prompt, I love these two 😭

nothing extreme in here, a kiss, Swiss' turbulent emotions, Aeon's confusion but eagerly going along with it. Enjoy!

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“Where are we going?” Aeon asks, trying to keep his voice down, though judging by the dirty look he gets from one of the many crew members milling around the backstage area, he doesn’t do a good job at it.

It could however, also be because he and Swiss have been weaving through and around them for the past several minutes, getting further from the stage.

Aeon reaches out and grabs at Swiss’ wrist, he doesn’t try to pull his hand away, just squeezes it, trying to get the taller ghoul’s attention, “Where are we going?” he asks his voice cracking a bit as Swiss takes a sudden sharp right onto a slightly less crowded hallway, “Swiss, Imperium is going to start in less than fifteen minutes.”

Swiss, predictably, doesn’t say anything, just tugs Aeon closer to his back as he turns another hallway—this one empty, stopping just short enough to make Aeon run into him.

Aeon groans and shuffles away from Swiss, as much as he can, bringing his other hand up to rub at the bridge of his nose where his helmet had dug into it upon impact, “Swiss,” he says, there’s a hint of warning in his tone now, “What are we doing?”

Swiss looks from the left to the right and then tugs Aeon across the hallway, wrenching open one of the closed door, “Just follow my lead here,” he finally says, though it just confuses Aeon more.

It's a storage room, one that’s dark and smells mostly of mildew, and Aeon goes to protest, to laugh off this insane turn of events when Swiss pulls him inside—the door closing behind him.

“What—!?” Aeon goes to ask, but he’s cut off by Swiss, who quickly pulls his helmet off and drops it to the concrete floor before pulling his own off as well—and then, there’s even less talking, less thought, when Swiss crowds Aeon up against the door and crouches, his hands going to Aeon’s thighs and then he’s lifting him.

Aeon’s hands bat at Swiss’ shoulders before he digs his fingers into his shirt to hold on, Swiss’ mouth slotting against his and drawing all coherent thought from him.

His mouth tastes of the disgusting metallic fruit whatever the hell flavor he has in his vape currently, something that only gets stronger and more obnoxious when they’re on tour, but Aeon can’t help himself as he sinks his fingers into Swiss’ short hair and pulls him further into it, opening his mouth and letting Swiss lick into it like he’s trying to chase the last dredges of mint flavor from the gum he’d been chewing before he’d been unceremoniously dragged back here.

And for the most part, Aeon is content to stay here for as long as possible, now that Swiss has him where he wants him, between a door and a hard place—but then his ear piece rumbles to life with a shuddering reminder that they’re in a storage closet right before a ritual.

Aeon pushes at Swiss’ shoulder with his free hand, fights back the disappointment when he does move, even though he knows that he’s the one who pushed Swiss away, “Not that I’m complaining,” he begins, gentling his touch in Swiss’ hair, “much,” he clarifies at Swiss’ amused look, “But did you really have to drag me all the way back here for a kiss?” he asks. “The others know, and they’re not going to stop you from kissing me before we go on.” Aeon’s curious purple eyes search Swiss’ face, “You’re not afraid of Papa seeing us, are you?”

Swiss snorts at that and finally, albeit slowly, untangles himself from Aeon, and lets the shorter ghoul stand on his own again, “You can call him Copia,” he says, completely ignoring the question, “He’s not going to eat you…” he pauses and narrows his eyes a bit, “Unless you want him to,” he teases, grinning at the way the flush across Aeon’s glamoured skin is much more visible than when he’s not.

Aeon huffs and shoves Swiss before leaning over to pick his helmet up off the floor, “Be serious,” he says, ignoring that most of Swiss’ lipstick is smeared around his own mouth, fixing the balaclava and shoving his helmet back on his head, “Why a storage room of all places?”

Swiss seems to sober a bit and digs around in his pocket for a moment, pulling out a tube of lipstick, “Maybe I just wanted a private place to kiss you,” he says nonchalantly before doing his best to re-apply his lipstick in the dark.

Aeon opens his mouth, goes to push and find out why he’d wanted a private place, when most of their previous dalliances had been around or near the others, it wasn’t a secret in the least that Aeon fancied Swiss, and unless Swiss was just obtuse about his own emotions, it wasn’t a secret to anyone that Swiss also fancied Aeon.

His ear piece blares to life again, another call for places as the beginning notes of Imperium start to filter through, even to the little storage area they’re in and Aeon swears, ducks down to grab Swiss’ helmet, “Later,” he says, his tone somewhat serious, “Later we’re going to talk about this.” He passes the helmet over to Swiss and well, he looks a bit like he might be sick.

“We need to go, but later we’ll talk, in whatever storage room you want.” Aeon says, gentling his tone and that seems to spur Swiss on a bit, the taller ghoul pulling his helmet back on after pocketing his lipstick—and, in a strange sort of reverse, he grabs Swiss’s hand, ignoring how well they fit together, tugging the taller ghoul out of the storage room and back the way they came, dodging all of the previous crew who were still shooting them dirty looks and completely ignoring the raised eyebrow from Papa at their tardiness.

When his guitar is passed to him, and he’s called to his place on stage, he briefly looks back at Swiss and presses two fingers against his own lips to simulate blowing a kiss to him.

Right before the curtain drops and the music swells into Kaisarion, Swiss smiles at him, the glow of his silver eyes visible through the darkened lenses

#nameless ghoul fic #the band ghost fic #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss/aeon #my writing #tumblr fic

[st-danger]

pls pls pls give us a little taste of how aeon’s heat goes and how the other ghouls handle it (from ur free use ask) i’m begging

-crookghoul

Oh how good of you to ask as I just spent time texting @miasmaghoul about what it could look like not a few hours ago.

It starts in the most embarrassing, borderline juvenile way possible, and for a very long time after, Aeon feels shame and arousal in equal measure when he revisits the memory. The shame he could probably do without, but the others seem to enjoy that slice, and their continued reaction to it ensures it'll always get him going again, even if it makes him cringe.

Nastiness under the cut.

Edit: Free use ficlet here.

To put it frankly, Aeon loses his mind. It's overwhelming in a way he has nothing to compare to, and because of that, it's almost intolerable.

They're all curled up on the couches in the common room, watching some movie Mountain chose. He can barely pay attention, and to be perfectly honest, stopped following it roughly twenty four minutes past the title screen. He feels weird in a way he can't quite quantify, and curls himself into the blanket a little further. Squirmy.

"You good?" Aether murmurs and Aeon startles, oddly enough.

"Mhm," he replies, and Aether nods his assent and turns back to the screen.

And then he feels it. Out of nowhere, apropos of nothing he feels hot from his toes to the points of his ears and the tingling that settles into his belly and creeps lower, lower, makes his stomach clench. Everyone's been, well, accommodating doesn't seem to fully define it, but usually it's kicked off by something. A dream. Dew looking at him like he means to consume him. Aurora having a little fun, unable to stop from teasing him, standing near and brushing her tits against part of him, braless, mock accidental. This is out of the blue.

This is the part he's not proud of, and cannot for the life of him, when he looks back, understand why he didn't excuse himself. He thinks he can get away with it. Not that he needs to hide, clearly not- but he feels funny about it now, nervous, and he doesn't know why:

Under the blanket, he lets his hand wander. As still as possible, slow to not rouse suspicion, he shifts again, makes it seem like hes just repositioning himself under the blanket. Innocent. But now he reaches for himself and slow and careful as he's able to avoid giving anything away, plays with himself. Pets at his shaft through his pyjama pants in long runs of his fingers, and feels his face heat. Grateful for the fact the lights are off. So, so grateful. His cock is sticking straight up before he knows it, pressing against his pants and he begins focusing on the head.

Tickling it. Giving all the attention to the tip, the underside, and while pretending to watch the movie, toys with it incessantly even as his eyes go blurry, too out of focus to catch much of what's happening on screen.

He misses the sidelong, careful glances from the others. Of course he does. He's throbbing and twitching and he has to figure out a way to pull it out so he can touch it for real. He barely registers Mountain standing up, until the lights are flipped back on. Beside him, Dew leans in and rests his chin on his shoulder, smiling. Too close for comfort and Aeon freezes.

"What are you doing down there?" Dew asks, silky and deeply amused. Aeon blanches and jerks away, hands freezing, but the giggling that echoes from Cumulus and Aurora, the knowing chuckle from Aether lets him know he's screwed. He opens his mouth to say something, flounder for some excuse, but Aether's reaching to pull the blanket away and Dew howls.

"No fuckin' way," he laughs, and Aeon feels another wave of pleasure roll off him, even as his head swivels and he stares at everyone looking back at him, looking at his lap, looking at the way he-

"Can't help yourself, huh?" Dew says, leaning in again to rest his chin on Aeon's shoulder once more, laying a hand on his knee that feels like heated steel. "Look at you go. Can't stop rubbing that red dick raw, huh?"

"I can't- help it," Aeon squeaks, looking to the others for some kind of validation, apologetic. "I don't know what's wrong, it just-"

"Came out of nowhere?" Mountain offers and Aeon nods. They all share a knowing look that makes Aeon feel he's missed something important. That they are aware of something Aeon is not. It makes him feel uncomfortable. Nervous. Incredibly nervous.

"You're in for a helluva night," Dew says, into his ear. He can feel his breath against his neck, and has no idea what he means, but suddenly the urge- the need, the absolute need, struck with a certainty that if he doesn't get a hand on himself right this second he'll discorporate- is too great and he cringes and shoves his hands down his pants to pull it out, with everyone watching.

Everyone.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Aeon stumbles, like he hasn't been using them to get off whenever possible for weeks now. Like it's something they haven't seen. Well, not like this. Not everybody all at once, staring at him hungry and appraising while he loses his goddamned mind. He wraps both hands around himself and starts to jerk himself in quick, short pulls, frantic and stupid and fast. Singleminded intensity to cum. He hears a groan from one of them, and another round of giggling and cringes again, full bodied as he leaks a shining pearl of pre from his tip.

"Oh, don't be," Dew purrs and Aeon screws his eyes shut and pants and jerks and jerks-

He's there before he realizes what's happening, and now, unlike what's been happening earlier, he feels the base of his cock, the one he's been rubbing red sore any chance he gets, on anything he can, begin to swell and apparently everyone notices it too, because there's a chorus of sounds, approving and nasty from his audience.

"He's gonna pop it," he thinks he hears Swiss say.

He doesn't understand but it makes everyone laugh again and suddenly his orgasm is upon him and he knows on instinct he has to squeeze himself there, hard, now-

He uses both hands to wrap around and milk the bulge, hips thrusting forward, and watches, mortified and keening, as it tries to bounce out of his grip and spit out rope after thick rope, and he cannot let go of the fat bulge, has to pulse it rhythmically, just knows he has to-

"Unholy shit," Dew cackles, "he actually, oh. Oh unholy shit look at that-"

He finishes cumming, eyes watering while he looks around at the others, still unable and unwilling to loosen his hands- he just knows if he does it'll be unbearable. Doesn't know how he knows, but he knows. He takes in the delighted, hungry looks from the others and the nerves come crashing back, accompanied by deep embarrassment and excitement.

"Welcome to the club, sweetheart," Swiss grins, standing up. Aeon's stomach lurches when he sees the outline of his cock pressed against his pants.

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost headcanons #ghost fanfiction #dew ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #aurora ghoulette #swiss ghoul #nameless ghouls #swiss/aeon #swiss/phantom #dew/aeon #dew/phantom #aether/aeon #aether/phantom

[genderlessghoul]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss ghost #dewdrop ghost #rain ghost #mountain ghoul #mountain ghost #rain ghoul #phantom ghost #dewdrop ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #cumulus ghost #aether ghost #aeon ghoul #impera ghoul #impera #meerkat talks about ghost costumes #IMPERA FIT MASTER POST LET'S GOOOO

[iamthecomet]

Dearest comet, may I please request some swisstom boot worship/grinding? <33

Of course! You know I can never say no to boots. 1k of Swiss/Aeon boot-grinding, and a bonus blow job, just because I felt like it. Aeon's a good boy, Swiss is very lucky. (Raced the "planned internet maintenance" outage with this one and won by 30 minutes. I'll see you all in the morning.)

Aeon is exceptionally pretty like this. He’s always pretty, Swiss knows. But there is something extra special about this. Aeon sliding to his knees at Swiss’ feet on threadbare dressing room carpet. The ozone stench of post show adrenaline all over him. Still too new for the novelty of that to wear off. He comes off stage every night hard and shivery. Swiss can’t get enough. Swiss looks down at him from his position on the couch and waits. 

Aeon hasn’t even taken his mask off yet. Like he’s forgotten it’s on in his haste to get Swiss alone. Aeon presses his hands to Swiss zipper, grabs at his belt. Fingers shaking, breath stuttering. And Swiss could help him–should maybe. But he doesn’t. 

He laces his fingers together behind his head and watches. His own mask sitting next to him on the couch. Cock twitching to life in his boxers as Aeon undoes his zipper and reaches in. He’s barely chubby when Aeon pulls him out. 

Aeon tugs his balaclava down as an afterthought and descends. Taking all of Swiss into his mouth. Nose pressing up against his boxers and his parted zipper. Swiss hisses. Stomach flipping as he watches. Aeon hollows his cheeks and Swiss swears he feels all of his blood rush south. 

It’s always like this. Aeon and his oral fixation. Always interested in giving long before he receives. Getting as much pleasure from swallowing down Swiss’ cock as he does from anything else. Aeon inhales deep, drags in the scent of all of Swiss’ sweat from a long day on the road and on stage and he groans. 

Swiss tips his head back, toes already curling in his boots. He lets his eyes fall closed, let’s Aeon work. Aeon traces a prominent vein with his tongue, flicks over the always sensitive spot under the head. He tongues Swiss’ slit and makes him twitch. Aeon makes a pleased little noise as Swiss starts to drip onto his tongue, and Swiss doesn’t ever want to be anywhere else. 

The dressing room smells like old cigarettes and stale beer, but he would gladly live in this room forever if this is what happens here. 

Aeon shifts and Swiss is too caught up in his own pleasure to notice it at first. Lost in the heat of Aeon’s mouth, in the way his drool is dripping down to his balls. Sloppy, just the way Swiss likes it. 

There’s a rasp of another zipper, and then Aeon whines, and Swiss’ eyes rocket open. He looks down. Aeon has one hand braced on Swiss’ thigh, but the other is between his legs. Swiss can’t see what he’s doing, doesn’t need to when he feels Aeon shove right up against his boot. 

Aeon sighs, bodily, when he does. Relief pulling his shoulders down even as he bobs his head, laps at the head of Swiss’ cock. 

Swiss’ stomach clenches. He twitches hard in Aeon’s mouth. 

“Holy fuck, are you–shit–are you fucking my boot?”

Aeon looks up at Swiss, and Swiss has to take that fucking mask off now. He can’t take it anymore. He pulls it from Aeon’s head, exposing mused hair and blown out amethyst eyes. Aeon flicks his gaze to Swiss’. Lips stretched wide around his cock. He nods. 

There’s a violet blush on his cheeks, high and hot. Swiss can’t resist touching him, feeling the heat under his skin. 

“Let me see,” Swiss demands and Aeon has no choice but to pull back. Releasing Swiss’ cock with a slick pop as he leans back and Swiss leans forward. He grabs his own dick–who could blame him. Dragging his fingers through the slick mess Aeon’s left behind. Stroking himself as he gets a good look at what Aeon’s reduced himself too. 

He’s rutting his cock over the top of Swiss’ boot. Bumping the head into the laces on the front with every stroke. Aeon’s gaze draws down from Swiss’ face to his own cock. Deep purple at the tip, so hard it hurts. He lets out a little huff of breath with each little thrust. 

Swiss is going to go insane. This is. The end for him. He’s going to evaporate right here. 

“Filthy,” Swiss whispers, reverent. “So fucking filthy. You know that right?” 

Aeon nods. 

“Needy too. Couldn’t wait for me to take care of you? How is it?” 

Aeon blushes deeper, Swiss didn’t think that was possible. He squeezes the base of his cock, too close already. Fuck, he should look away, but he can’t. Not with the way Aeon is looking up at him. Lips parted, hair damp with sweat. Clinging to his thigh, nails biting in through his uniform pants, as he fucks himself over the supple leather. 

“ ‘s good. Couldn’t help it–I needed–”

Swiss shuts him up by pressing two of his fingers to Aeon’s lips, slipping them in. Petting over his tongue. Aeon’s roll up, flutter closed. He makes a noise that goes straight to Swiss’ cock. 

“I’ll make you a deal,” Swiss pants, back to stroking himself. Twisting his hand up around the head, feeling himself unspool at the edges more and more by the second. Aeon twitches. His cock drools precum out onto the polished leather, slicking up his path as he increases his pace. Short fast thrusts now, grinding the head into the laces.  “Let me cum on this pretty face and you can cum on my boot.” 

Swiss pulls his fingers from Aeon’s mouth, catching them on his lower lip, pulling it down to expose crooked fangs as Aeon stares up at him hungry and desperate. He nods again, hard. 

“Please.” 

And, seven hells, how is Swiss supposed to do anything but give Aeon exactly what he wants? 

Aeon cums with a sob. Splattering Swiss’ laces, slicking the leather as his cock twitches and spits. He presses his forehead into Swiss’ thigh as he does. Panting, gasping as he uses the hard ridge of those laces to milk himself for every drop. 

Swiss allows him two breathes before he’s lacing his fingers in his dark hair and pulling. Forcing Aeon’s head back to center. 

Swiss squeezes the head of his cock in his fist, balls drawing up tight. Aeon meets Swiss’ gaze with a dopey fucked out expresion that makes Swiss’ stomach hurt.  “Open up.” 

Aeon does as he’s told.

#comet writes #ficlet #Swiss/Aeon #Swiss Ghoul #Aeon Ghoul #Phantom Ghoul #Swiss/Phantom #Swisstom #boot kink #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #ghost band fanfiction #ghost band fic #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fic

[coffeeghoulie]

got a feeling inside that i can't domesticate

surprise! secret sixth chapter/epilogue of Eternal Heatstroke! (though you don't have to have read that to read this lol)

3.2k of Swiss and Aeon getting their well-earned rest after the end of the Re-Imperatour, with bonus fire ghoul courting rituals, mild miscommunication, and Aether and Dew giving each other Looks about the new lovebugs.

Title from Bishops Knife Trick by Fall Out Boy

this one goes out to @ghuleh-recs, wishing her a very happy birthday!

Aeon's not quite sure what day it is.

They had come home after months and months on the road, the Re-Imperatour done some time ago. Dew had barreled off of the bus, nearly tackling a waiting Aether to the ground, Sunny had been successfully tackled by the three other ghoulettes, and Mountain and Rain had greeted their packmates, giving them tight hugs before promptly retreating to the forest and the lake respectively.

Swiss and Aeon had stepped off the bus together, fingers still laced together, heading straight for the ghoul dorms through the marble hallways of the Abbey. The soles of their boots echoed through the empty halls, the clergy and siblings gone to celebrate Papa's return and the end of a successful tour.

"I'm a ghoul of my word, bug," Swiss leaned down to whisper in their good ear. "Straight to bed with us. I'm going to make you the best nest you've ever slept in, I swear to Belial."

Aeon laughed, fishing in their jeans pocket for the key Aether gave them on their very first day Up Top six and a half months ago. "That's not a high bar," they cackled, checking him with their shoulder.

"Still," he grinned. "You wanna grab your bedding from your room or do you just want to use mine?"

They pulled out their key, readjusting the strap of their duffle bag on their shoulder with a shrug. "I'll grab mine too." Swiss lit up, grin sun-bright

The two stopped in front of the plain door that leads to the room Aether had showed them to that first night. Aeon took a moment to fumble with the lock, refusing to let go of Swiss's hand. The door swung open, hinges creaky with months of disuse. The room was just as plain as it was before they left, and Aeon itched to rearrange the furniture, make it a little more theirs now that they were confident that this wasn't a temporary thing.

Reluctantly, Aeon let go of Swiss's hand, but instead of going to their bed, they felt Swiss's gaze on their back as they ducked under their desk, scooping up all of their sheets and blankets and pillows. "Baby," the multighoul said, and Aeon straightened, barely able to see over the pile of bedding in their arms. His tone was devastating, soft and almost sad.

"Yeah?"

"Were you sleeping under your desk?"

Aeon shifted the pile of fabric and took a step back as they took in Swiss's expression. His eyes went soft, but a deep frown lined his face. They cocked their head. "Yeah?"

"Oh, baby," he said again with that same sad tone. "Sweetheart."

"What?" Aeon said, kicking their door shut as they came back to him.

Swiss shook his head, taking a deep breath. "You need help locking up? Or help carrying that?"

"I got it, thanks," they said, shuffling their bedding into one arm as they fit the key in the lock again. They couldn't take Swiss's hand again, but they stood as close as they could to make up for it as they headed down the hall to his room.

Swiss had a much easier time getting his door unlocked, holding it open for Aeon as he ushered them inside. "Just dump those on my bed, alright, baby?"

Aeon nodded, setting the sheets down on his neatly made bed. Without the pile of fabric blocking their view, Aeon took a look at Swiss's room as the multghoul flicked on a string of soft lights, dropping his duffle bag on his desk chair.

It's much more lived in that Aeon's, which made sense, Aeon supposed. He'd been Up Top for far longer than they had. There were shelves of books and records that lined his walls, a guitar not unlike the one he played on tour mounted above his desk. There was a hanging plant near the window, curtains open and letting in the light, illuminating the dust particles floating in the air.

Swiss sighed as he kicked off his boots. "Finally. Home at fucking last."

Aeon carefully followed suit, taking off their own boots and tucking their duffle bag in the corner.

The multighoul opened his dresser, rummaging through it until he hummed victoriously, pulling out two pairs of sweatpants and a pair of shirts. "I'm gonna change and get you a nest made," he said. "If you want to shower, feel free."

Aeon nodded, eyes suddenly incredibly heavy. They wandered over to the wingback chair by the window, curling up against the cushion as Swiss handed them one of the shirts and pairs of pants. They thought about showering, blinking slowly as they felt the soft, worn fabric in their hands. Aeon shook their head, standing and changing into the offered clothes. They smelled like him.

Swiss's lips quirked up in a smile as he quickly changed, turning to arrange his and Aeon's bedding into, as promised, the best nest. He straightened, a satisfied smile on his face. "You wanna shut the curtains for me, baby?" he asked.

They nodded, pulling the black out curtains shut, casting the room in darkness with the exception of the string lights above Swiss's double bed. He settled into the nest, patting the space next to him. "As promised, buggy," he said, teeth glinting as he grinned in the low light.

Aeon returned his grin, crawling into Swiss's nest, plastering themself to his side between him and the wall. The nest was softer than anything Aeon had ever felt before, sinking into a carefully arranged pile of sheets and blankets and pillows. Swiss curled his hands around their biceps, pulling them flush against him.

They let out a little "oof" when their chests collided, both of them staring in silence for a moment before they burst into laughter.

"So," Swiss crooned, nosing at their cheek as they laughed. "Is this the best nest you've ever had or what?"

Aeon's nose crinkled up, cheeks dimpling with their laughter. "Oh yeah," they laughed. "'S really soft." They noticed their words beginning to slur, eyes growing heavy.

"And there's the crash," Swiss said, yawning. He carded his fingers through their hair, Aeon keening at the touch. "Sleep as long as you need."

It's warm, and soft, and now that they'd finally stopped moving, Aeon realized that Swiss was right, drifting off to sleep.

They don't leave the nest for hours. Or it could be days. With the curtains drawn, Aeon's not sure. Sometimes they wake, still held fast against Swiss's form. Their hands settle on the back of his neck, playing with the ends of his locs subconsciously. Sometimes Swiss wakes, and even in their sleep, Aeon can feel his blunt, glamoured fingertips carding through their hair, tracing patterns against their spine.

And sometimes they wake together, only getting up to use the bathroom, to raid the ghoul kitchen for snacks and water, dried fruit and nuts and the single serving bags of Dew's favorite spicy chips, before retreating back to the nest. They'll pay for that particular transgression later, but Aether and Dew's door hasn't opened once since the band returned to the Abbey, so they're not particularly worried.

For now, Aeon lets Swiss keep his word, keeping them in his bed, safe in his nest, and Aeon drinks it up. The smell of him is much stronger here, and Aeon spends long moments with their face buried in his chest, his shirt, his bedding.

"Can you even breathe like that, bug?" Swiss laughs, hand caressing the back of their neck. Aeon doesn't raise their head to answer, mumbling into his chest. Swiss hums, ducking down to press a kiss between their horns, and Aeon chuffs happily, if not half-asleep.

"There we go, sweetheart," he whispers, shifting until he's on his back, Aeon curled up on his broad chest. They chuff again, already slipping back into sleep, their body making up for all of the sleepless nights they spent on the road.

The creak of the door handle startles them awake next. Aeon pushes themself upright, lips peeled back in a terrified snarl as the door pushes open slowly. The sudden movement and noise wakes Swiss, as light from the hallway pools into his room, lighting the dim space.

It barely takes half of a second for Swiss to register the open door, the budding tinge of terror on Aeon's scent, before he's shoving them off of him, sitting up between them and the door. He reaches behind him, fingers curling in the fabric of Aeon's borrowed shirt. A deep growl bubbles up in his chest, and Aeon's never heard him make a sound quite like that.

But Aeon sees the glowing pairs of purple and copper eyes silhouetted by the hall light, and Dew clears his throat as he and Aether look in. "Quit fucking growling, asshole, s'just us," he says, scoffing, even though Aeon can hear the worry seeping through his tone.

Swiss has the wherewithal to at least look sheepish, padding his tail against the mattress. "Sorry," he says, but the tone of his voice says he isn't.

"We just wanted to say hello," Aether says, smiling easily like one of his packmates hadn't just been growling at them. "Haven't seen hide nor hair of either of you in the last three days. Got a glimpse when you came off of the bus, but to be fair, we ran off pretty quick." He chuckles, looking at Dew with a softness in his eyes, an arm around his waist.

Aeon whistles under their breath. They'd been in Swiss's nest for three days.

"We've been out," Swiss says, and Aeon feels how tense he is still, his back against their chest. It's just their packmates, one of whom they've only had a few glimpses of in the last several months. They don't know why he's so worked up. "We went to the kitchen."

"Yeah, to steal my chips," Dew scoffs, but he's laughing as he toes at an abandoned foil package that didn't quite make it to the trash can, but neither of them had been assed to get up and actually throw away.

"Invite yourselves in, why don't you?" Swiss laughs, but he's still tense. Aeon sits up straighter behind him, hooking their chin over his shoulder.

"Hi, Aeth," Aeon says, voice heavy with sleep and, apparently, three whole days' worth of disuse. "Missed you."

Aether grins, opening the curtains, much to Swiss and Aeon's dismay. They both hiss, squinting in the bright afternoon light. "Missed you too, pup. You too, Swiss."

Dew stares as the room brightens, and Aeon watches his mouth fall open, eyes brightening with a disbelief and a delight. "Swiss," the fire ghoul says slowly. "Satanas, you didn't-" He gestures loosely at the nest, where Aeon's light grey sheets mix with the dark burgundy of Swiss's own bedding.

Swiss tenses further, tail wrapping around his own thigh, spade thudding nervously against the meat of it. "Spitfire."

"Aeth, look at his bed," Dew says, and Swiss covers his face with his hands, groaning. "Tell me that's not what I think it is."

Aether turns from opening the window, bringing in a waft of fresh autumn air, and Aeon watches his clever eyes dart back and forth between the nest, Swiss, Dew, over to Aeon, and back again. A grin slowly grows on the older quint's face, baring his gold fang.

"Belial, Swiss," Dew throws his head back, crowing with laughter. "You made them a hearth, didn't know it was that serious!"

"Shut up," Swiss says, muffled into his hands.

Dew ignores him, still laughing. "Waited all of a week to get them into your bed, huh?" He crows. Aether's still grinning at Aeon. "We walked in on a fucking hearth. No wonder you were growling like you were feral, you spent the last three days fucking in a hearth-"

Swiss's head snaps up, growling again. He almost clips the back of his skull against Aeon's horn. "Shut the fuck up, Dewdrop," he snaps, voice rumbling dangerously around the edges of the ghoulish words.

All three of the other ghouls freeze, Aeon squeaking softly under their breath. Swiss hears it, their mouth practically against his ear, and sighs, shoulders slumping as he presses his cheek against their temple. "I'm sorry. Nothing like that happened. We've just been sleeping. Please just drop it."

Dew holds his hands up, palms facing the nest. "Didn't mean to insinuate," he says, still leaning against the doorframe, grinning. "Didn't know you were the hearth type, Swiss."

Swiss grunts, staring at Dew with grit teeth.

"Well, darling," Aether butts in, a similar smug look on his face. "You didn't seem the type either."

"Oh, shut up," Dew rolls his eyes. "It worked on you."

Aeon's eyes dart from ghoul to ghoul, brow furrowed. "Um," they breathe, not exactly liking the way all three of the older ghouls turn to face them. "I don't wanna interrupt, but what do you mean? What's a hearth?"

"Oh, no," Aether breathes. Swiss buries his face in his hands.

"Oh, Lord Below, of course you didn't tell them," Dew laughs. "I'm gonna let Swiss explain this one to you, voidling, seeing as you're in one." The fire ghoul jabs a thumb towards his mate. "This guy didn't know what a hearth was the first time I made him one either."

"Of course I didn't know," Aether argues. "I wasn't raised with fire pack customs."

"Exactly," Dew stresses, leveling a look at Aether. "Neither were they."

Swiss hasn't moved, breathing so shallow that Aeon can't feel it from where they're pressed up against his back. They chirrup, trying to be comforting, but still questioning. Swiss groans, tilts his head back until their cheeks are pressed together. "I'll tell you, bug, but will the two of you leave us alone?"

Dew nods, suddenly incredibly solemn, hand over his chest. "Of course. Aeth?"

Aether nods, stepping closer to the bed to run a hand over Swiss's locs, finger trailing along the ridge of his horn. "I'm glad you're home, spark."

Swiss hums, leaning into Aether's touch for just a moment, flashing him with the brightness of his smile for a second. "Glad to be home too, big guy."

He grins, turning to his fellow quintessence ghoul, running blunt fingers through their hair. "Congratulations on finishing your first tour, pup."

Aeon smiles, not as bright as they would have, the uneasy tension sour on the air, but they press into the touch like a pleased cat. "Thanks, Aeth."

The pair of them step out, Dew flashing Swiss a mischievous grin before shutting the door behind them.

Swiss sighs again, running a hand through his locs, eyes squeezed shut. He shifts until he's sitting straight and cross legged, and Aeon props themself up to sit next to him, their thighs pressed together. "Did Caldera, did she ever make nests? Specifically, did she ever make one for Oasis?"

Aeon cocks their head, curiosity washing over and dampening the sting of their names on his lips. "No," they tell him. "We were moving constantly, didn't have somewhere secure for a nest like that. He'd give her stones all the time, though. He said it was a water ghoul thing."

Swiss's ears pin back to his skull and he tenses again, fingers flexing, hands in his lap. "Shit."

Aeon darts out, grabs one of his hands, seeking contact. He melts, eagerly taking theirs. His thumb traces over the back of their hand, and his eyes track the movement. "Can you tell me what Dew meant?" Aeon breathes. "About it being a fire thing?"

He nods and squeezes their hand.

"We- No," Swiss winces. He starts again. "Fire ghouls come from the coldest circles of the Pits. They're the only ghouls that can survive there, because the fire in them keeps them alive." He rests his other hand over his heart. "But sometimes, in the longest, darkest nights, one fire wouldn't be enough. You could go to sleep fine, and your flame would freeze and go out by morning. So, most fire ghouls tended to sleep together with partners or big family piles."

Aeon listens intently, resting their head on his shoulder. "You said that was something you missed from your birth pack, right?"

Swiss snorts, turning to nose at the crown of their head. He takes a deep breath, letting his eyes shut as their scent hits him. "I did say that. My family was from the City, so we weren't exactly worrying about freezing to death, it was more a comfort thing. But this isn't quite like that."

They wait for Swiss to continue. "What's it like, then?" they ask, yawning.

"A hearth is-" He nuzzles into their hair again, hot breath blowing the strands as he hums. "If you were single, and looking for a partner, you'd offer to build your potential partner a hearth, a nest of your own bedding, to prove you could provide and protect each other's flames. And if they offered their own bedding in return, you had been accepted, and they were interested too. I know I didn't ask, and I asked you for your bedding instead of you offering, but that's what Dew saw. He made a hearth for Aether before he asked him to be his mate."

Aeon cocks their head, sleepily blinking up at him. "It's a mates thing?"

"Yeah," Swiss shuts his eyes and heaves a breath. "It's like a courting nest. I'm sorry, bug. Haven't thought of myself as fire for so long, I didn't realize what I was doing, didn't ask if it was okay. Didn't put a name to what I was doing."

They straighten, shift to look at him dead on. Their hands come up to his face, smoothing over the three day's worth of unshaved stubble. It scratches their palms just right, and Aeon watches the little furrow in his brow smooth out.

"You don't have to apologize," they say, entranced by the shift in the gold of his eyes. "Did you mean it?"

He hums curiously, the little furrow back on his brow. "Did I mean it?"

"Nobody's ever been interested in me like that," they admit in a little voice. Swiss's hands curl around their own, just touching. "Are you? Do you mean it?"

Swiss thinks, and Aeon feels a pit growing in their stomach the longer he doesn't answer.

"Aeon," he says, smoothing his thumbs over the back of their hands. They look up, catching his eye. "Of course I mean it. I love you, bug."

"Then I accept," Aeon says, as easy as breathing. "I want that. I love you too."

He grins, bright and golden, just as warm as the nest they've spent the last half a week in, and Aeon grabs his hands tighter, nose crinkling up in laughter.

"I'm glad we got you, Aeon," Swiss says, smile softening. He kisses their cheek, warm and flushed deep violet.

"I'm glad it was me too," they whisper, leaning forward to shove their face in Swiss's throat.

He embraces them, rubbing up and down their spine, and Swiss's heart jumps when he realizes he can't feel the knobs of their spine. "I hate to say it, lovebug, but we should probably go have something real to eat, see the others."

Aeon whines, but their stomach chooses that moment to growl, and both ghouls burst into laughter at the timing. They stand, begrudgingly leaving the warmth of their hearth to rejoin the rest of their pack.

#happy birthday liss!! <3 #will i ever write anything that isn't sickly sweet #the world may never know #dot's writing #eternal heatstroke #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #swiss/aeon #phantom ghoul #swiss/phantom #< for tagging purposes

[deadskink]

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

#they r literally best friends #maybe even boyfriends #the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul

[ghuleh-recs]

i’m just gonna leave this here.

video by ghoulf4ngz

#giggles and runs away #eeeeeeeeheeeheeheeehehehehe #my gifs #the band ghost #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #ghost gifs #ghost band #aeon ghoul #phantom ghost #swiss ghost

[ghoulangerlee]

B4 I sleep

Aeon begging Swiss to choke him. Staring at his hands all day, watching him do things and just wanting and wanting those hands wrapped around his throat instead.

Remembering the feel of Swiss's hand on the back of his neck right before the bows during a show and how his fingers are so long and slender and perfect—

Bc I'm on a kick with the new ghouls apparently I'll expand upon this when I'm not sleepy

#swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #nameless ghouls #swiss/aeon

[thelampisaflashlight]

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

#lamp rambles #shitghosting #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aeon ghoul #phantom ghoul #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc