Aurora And Phantom

“Aggressive.” - Swiss/Dew

+ some Mount content.

Kinktober day 3: hate sex WARNING: no prep used

Sorry it’s very late, I’m working on it >:( For now, enjoy!

He doesn’t know how long they’ve been like this, nor does he care. He’s so fucking over it.

Dew and Swiss had been at each others throats for a week now, and no one knows why. The only thing that everyone knows is that they keep dragging Mountain into it, and he’s sick of it. He was happy to help in the beginning, thinking that it would settle their feud, but he soon found out how wrong he was.

If Mountain were to choose one’s side, the other would throw a fit. It only added the tension between the two, making them impossibly worse.

The sharp sound of glass shattering pulled him from his afternoon nap. He groaned, dragging himself to find where the sound came from. When he walked into the kitchen, he immediately spotted Dew and Swiss on opposite sides of the island. Swiss had Aurora and Phantom at his sides, and Dew had Rain and Cirrus at his own. “What the fuck happened.”

They all turned around, eyes wide and jaws hung open. Dew managed to slip out of the two ghoul’s hands and ran over to the earth ghoul. “Mount, Swiss was being mean..” He looked up at Mountain with watery eyes, his bottom lip jutting out slightly. “Don’t let him butter you up! The fucker threw a plate at me!” Dew growled in the multi’s direction.

“Enough. I’ve had enough of you two and your bullshit.” He spoke firmly, picking Dew up and throwing him over his shoulder. “The fuck do you think you’re doin?!” Mountain ignored the fire ghoul, making his way in long strides over to Swiss. “I’ve tried to help, but it seems like neither of you want to listen.” He wrapped an arm around Swiss’ waist, hauling him underneath his arm.

“Mount, what are you doing?!” He growled down at Swiss, and he went silent. He grumbled all the way back to the hall about how tired he was and how they woke him up from his nap, but the two couldn’t focus on a word he was saying. They knew they were fucked, Mountain was pissed.

Kicking open the door and dropping the two gentle onto the floor, he crossed his arms and stared at the two. “You two are going to stay in here until you settle whatever issue you’ve got going on. I don’t care if you talk it out or fuck it out, just do whatever you need to do to fix it.” And with that he slammed the door shut, locking it from the outside.

Swiss winced as he stood, holding onto his side. “He didn’t have to be so- shit- fucking rough.” Dew rolled his eyes and stood as well, crossing his arms. “Can handle getting roughed up? Pathetic.” Dew scoffed, rolling his eyes. Within a second, he went from standing to being pinned down onto the bed. “Swiss- get the fuck off me!” He hissed and scratched, but failed, going limp under the multi.

“The only reason we’re like this right now is because you can’t take a fucking joke.” Dew laughed, turning his head. “You call that a joke? You insulted my appearance.” Swiss looks down at him with disbelief. “Yes! It was a fucking joke, Dew! I said you looked like death, I was just trying to lighten the mood.” The fire ghoul rolled his eyes, mocking Swiss. “Yeah right.”

Swiss flipped him over in one swift movement, dragging his hips up. “You always have such a nasty attitude about everything just to get attention. You want attention so bad? I’ll give it to you.” With that, he tore Dew’s sweatpants off and threw them to the side. “Wait, wait, wait- Swiss,“ He growled and Dew shut his mouth as fast as he’d opened it.

Swiss undid his jeans, kicking them off with his boxers and giving himself a few strokes. He positioned himself behind the ghoul, roughly grappling his hips. “Prep- Swiss, prep-“ Swiss laughed, thick and laced with venom. “You don’t need prep, you’ve had Mountain wrapped around your finger.” He leaned down, right next to Dew’s ear, whispering innocently into his ear-

“These walls are thin, Dew.”

He pushed into Dew, bottoming out in one fluid thrust. A scream attempted to escape from his throat, but all that came out was choked breath. Swiss set a brutal pace, not giving him the chance to catch his breath. “You talk all that shit just to end up like this, crying beneath me. So pathetic.” He mocked, already breathless. Dew knew the multi was close, but if he could say different about himself he would.

He was so embarrassingly close from Swiss ramming directly into that one spot that made him see stars. He moaned, high-pitched and feminine. His vision went white as he came hard, entire body spasming and giving out. The feeling of Dew tightening around him sent him flying over the edge, doubling over Dew’s sweaty back.

He pulled out, bringing Dew to his chest. “Shit- Was I too rough, maybe I should’ve prepped you- Fuck, I’m sorry.” Dew came to, looking up at Swiss before pushing him back and smothering him with a kiss. “No, I’m sorry. You’re right, I need to learn how to take a joke and stop being so aggressive. Can we just go back to the way it was, please?” He flopped down onto Swiss’ chest, visibly deflating.

“I’ve missed this..” Swiss chuckled, nodding and pulling the blanket up and onto them. “Anything for you, spitfire.”

literally anything swiss x reader !!! (please)

I'm sorry this took so long, but is that another Swiss lover I see? I have just the thing for you. A taste of hurt/comfort for you my dear.

CW: descriptions of panicking, overthinking, passing out.

Reader is a ghoul because I said so ☝️

“I’ve Got You.”

You didn’t hate Swiss, you never did, but the day you were summoned and you saw that overly enthusiastic grin, you decided to avoid him like the plague. Yet, somehow, he always found his way to you. Obnoxiously breaking down those walls you oh so carefully built up, trying to get past that fiery attitude you always held. He adored the way you reacted to his antics. The way you’d growl and snarl at him until you’d just give up, giving him a harsh punch to the arm. The way your face flushed with anger and your spaded tail flicking behind you as you yell at him to “just go away”.

He wouldn’t give up. He needed to break you, to try and find the softest part of you that you’d buried away for no one to see.

And this didn’t go unnoticed by the pack, far from it, they got involved on multiple occasions. One ghoul having to hold you back from ripping his face off, another ushering Swiss away so they could calm you down. All because of a small comment on your hair that morning, how it looked nice. He was nice to you, yeah he teased you a lot, but there was never any venom behind it. You didn’t know why you got so pissed off the sudden compliments or his dopey smile. You don’t know why you reacted the way you did when he spoke to you. Maybe you really did hate him-

-or maybe you were afraid of loving him.

Ever since that thought popped up, you haven’t been able to sleep. Laying restlessly in your bed, staring up at the ceiling and pondering about the unforeseen fear. Angry and confused tears gather in your eyes, making the different colors of your room blend together. You tried your best to not let them fall, not to let your composure fall, but you failed. Over and over, giving into the overwhelming thoughts and fears at night. You were drowning, unable to breathe. Eventually you gave up, finding yelling and screaming exhausting whenever he came around to tease you. You would just stand there with a dead expression, and he noticed.

He noticed your tired eyes and the sorrowful tone in your voice when you spoke, and it worried him. Did he cause this? Something in him changed, he stopped. He stopped making sly comments and gestures, just a casual “hello” whenever he came in contact with you. This confuses you, deepening your current state. The dark circles under your eyes darkened in color and your skin was paler than usual. You’d lost your spark, and he noticed. He noticed everything. He had a suspicion that things wouldn’t end well for you if this kept on any longer, and he couldn’t have been any more right.

Practice was only getting worse, wearing you down layer by layer. One day it was especially rough, you’d barely gotten through it with a few mistakes here and there. No one noticed, no one except him. When everyone was dismissed, it was just you and him in the almost soundproof room. You were struggling to stay upright, swaying back and forth. Your restless nights and horrid habits were catching up to you at the worst possible time. He noticed. With worried eyes, he watched. He watched as you struggled to pack up your instrument and notes, the obvious tremble in your hands making it hard to do so.

“y/n, are you alright? You seem a bit… shaken up.” He asked, cautiously making his way towards you in small steps. You could only turn and nod your head, which made you dizzy. You held your head in one hand, trying to calm yourself down. “I’m fine.” He was close now, you started to panic. “Are you sure you’re fine? You don’t look fine.” Your breathing picked up and that familiar feeling of drowning came back to you. Before you could even register it, your legs gave out beneath you, but you didn’t hit the ground. Instead, a pair of warm arms wrapped around you. “You’re alright, I’ve got you.”

When did your room get so warm? The some-what familiar scent of cedar and whiskey, and maybe a hint of weed, gently washed over you. You shot up from your sleep, looking around at your surroundings. This wasn’t your room, far from it. The sound of a door opening and the light shuffle of feet caught your attention. When you looked towards the door, your frightened eyes were met with Swiss’ own wide ones. He was holding two mugs, steam flowing up and into the atmosphere of the room. He quickly shut the door and hurried to your side, sitting the mugs on his side table.

“You feeling better?” Swiss questioned, taking his place beside you on the edge of the bed. You nodded and he rubbed your head, being careful of your horns. You were sore and confused, so confused. “What happened.. The last thing I remember is being in practice.” The ghoul in front of you sighed and shifted his position. “You blacked out, luckily I was there to catch you before you hit the ground.” You looked down at your hands in your lap, giving a small “oh”. He took your hands into his, they were warm and calloused presumably from his guitar wearing them down. “Why didn’t you tell any of us you were struggling?”

You couldn’t keep back the sob that ripped its way though your throat. “I-I try so hard to be strong, I really do, but you- I-“ Is all you somehow managed between heavy sobs, and he somewhat understood. He pulled you into a tight embrace, running a soothing hand up and down your back. “You are. You’re so strong, but what’s got you breaking like this?” Swiss’ voice was right in your ear, which in turn made you sob harder. “Y-You. Satanas, it’s always been you.” His breath hitched in his throat and his hand stopped. “Oh. I’m so sorry- I’ve tried to stop teasing and bothering you. I-I knew it was me, you should leave-“

You cut him off, pulling back and furiously shaking your head. “Swiss, no- you don’t get it.“ He put both hands on your shoulders, golden eyes staring into your own. “Then help me understand. How do I help you?” Another sob came through you, this time gentler than the last. “The sly compliments and teasing- your voice, your signature grin, your eyes- I love it all, I love you. I’m so scared to love you, I’m scared to love anyone..” He put a hand on your neck and pulled you close again, his clawed finger tips tangling into your hair. There was a silence, a short one that felt like an eternity.

“I understand, and I love you too. So much. It’ll take some time, but you’ll learn to love again. I promise I’ll be here every step of the way, you’ll never be alone again.” You nodded and let yourself melt into his hold, the heavy feeling of fear disappearing. The two of you sat like this for a while, barely moving an inch. The comfortable silence was broken by the multi ghoul. “I’m gonna let go for a second, ok?” You hummed and pulled away, sleep tugging at your eyelids. Your eyes followed him as he laid back against the mount of pillows on his bed. He opened his arms and tilted his head, signaling you over.

You hesitantly accepted, situating yourself on his chest. He gently wrapped his arms around your form, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. Before you knew it, you were a puddle of ghoul in his arms, lightly purring at his heartbeat. He chuffed out a laugh, making his chest bounce slightly. “You just needed some love, sweetheart, and I’m here to give it ya’ whenever you need it.” A small smile crept onto your lips and you nodded.

The next morning, the ghouls couldn’t figure out why your behavior changed overnight. The day before you were a sack of bones, today you were beaming at anyone you came across. They weren’t complaining, though, they loved this unforeseen part of you. What made them nervous was when Swiss walked into the kitchen, going straight for you. He tapped you on the shoulder and smiled at you as you turned around to face him. A few ghouls gasped from the distant living room when he opened his arms to you, suggesting a hug, which you hesitantly, but happily, accepted.

They were confused, so confused, but happy. Happy for you, happy for Swiss, and happy that they didn’t have to deal with y’all’s shit anymore.

Again, sorry this took a bit and that it’s kinda sucky, I wrote the majority of this sleep deprived. I hope you enjoy it though <3

The Ghouls are Giant House Cats

Warnings: none besides language :)

They purr, growl, and hiss. Do I need to explain more?

CUDDLE PILES. All of them wrapped up together, cuddling and chasing warmth. Mountain right in the middle, everyone has some part of them touching him. Dew always cuddled up to Aether, either clinging onto his side or snoring on his chest. Always up his ass. Rain is curled up next to someone, anyone. The boy loves being held/holding someone. The ghoulettes holding each other, running their fingers through each others hair; just perfecto. Swiss needs to have his tail wrapped around someone’s leg, can’t sleep without it. Phantom finds somewhere to be, basically plays tetris with himself. Beside Aether, curled behind Rain, latching onto Swiss or Mountain. You’ll find him anywhere.

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Copia, walking into the ghouls wing to check on them: *Opens the door and multiple pairs of glowing eyes staring at him* “Never mind..”

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Crazy Protective. If a sibling or other member walks in while one or more ghouls are cuddled next to each other, there’s a good chance you’ll hear a growl or hiss. If they’re holding something they hold dear and you try and take it from them? They will bite. Be prepared to go to the medical wing if you’re dumb enough to try that. If there are kits around, it’d be best to walk away if you’re a mortal. The ghouls won’t take their eyes off the small, wandering kit for one second.

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Sibling of Sin, trying to take away a dirty blanket from Dew: “Give it, Dew, it needs to be washed!

Dew, holding onto the blanket for dear life: *Growls and lunges forward, biting the sibling on the arm*

(He was punished with a Stern talking for Aether and extra chores from Copia)

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After Ritual Zoomies. Best believe they’ll be running and rolling around outside the abbey, full of energy. Papa purposely puts them outside after rituals so they don’t break anything. They will climb on anything they see, knocking everything over in their path. All the papas learned that mistake. By the time they come back down to the surface, they’re dirty, tired, and hungry.

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Copia, watching as the ghouls come up to the door, covered in dirt: “Ya’ll done?”

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Basically just the current papa acting as a owner to the ghouls.

A very good “bonding exercise” indeed.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mountain/Aeon/Aether

Tags: Blowjobs, Anal Sex, Brief Voyeurism, Mind Magic

Summary: Mountain probably should have looked at his phone sooner.

Author's Note: This barely counts as today's Kinktober entry but there's still three hours left of Mountain Monday in my time zone, so. That's got to count for something. Not sure what though.

I figured I should introduce myself before you get into the dirt of my profile.

You may call me Spirit, or anything really! I’d like to keep my age to myself for privacy reasons, and I’m around the same height as Cumulus.

I’ve been a Ghost fan for quite some time now and I was just looking for a way to let my mind go wild. So, if anyone sees this, I’m very open to suggestions!

I do mostly write gender-neutral and amab reader since most fics are afab! I can, and will, write anything unless it’s lowkey illegal (non-con, incest, pedophilia, etc).

Other than that, I’m very friendly so don’t be afraid to reach out! Stay safe! 🖤🤘

I need requests, BAD. My writers brain is telling me to pour my heart out, but I have no prompts. NO IDEAS. Head empty, no thoughts. Dirty, fluffy, angsty- I don’t care, my noggin is thirsty and it needs to be watered with the ideas.

I feel like a Victorian child seeing a woman’s ankle for the first time.

I am physically sweating. This angle of him.

I feel like a rabid dog rn

In case anyone (me) needed the video of Swiss spitting on his rainshaker zoomed in and in slow motion...

“Eager” FTM!Rain/Aether

Kinktober day 2: tit-fucking

This was kinda hard for my sleep deprived brain so write, sorry it’s short 🙏

“Let-Let me fuck ‘em- Please, Droplet?”

Aether couldn’t lie, he’d been hard since he watched Rain delicately slide on his stage wear, but what made it all worse was his tits. The way they were barely noticeable when he wore his uniform, the only way you’d ever know they were there is if you grabbed them. It drove him insane.

On stage, he couldn’t help but be all over Rain. Tucking his face into Rain’s neck, feeling him up whenever he could- grazing his hands over his chest, trying to grab and feel. He earned a few hums and soft moans, only fueling his arousal.

As soon as the final bows ended, he drug Rain off stage and into one of the empty dressing rooms. He slammed the door shut, pinning Rain against it. “Aeth- What are you-“ He was quickly cut off by Aether’s lips smashing into his, their masks bumping together. Aether pulled back, ripping his mask off with Rain following in suit.

Aether’s hands immediately found the buttons of the water ghouls shirt, ripping it open and attaching onto his neck. “Fuck- Aeth, why so eager?” Rain questioned, threading his clawed fingers into Aether’s dark hair. “Let- Let me fuck ‘em- Please, Raincloud?” He was confused until the quint groped at his chest, selfish hands squeezing and twisting.

He let out a shaky breath and nodded, slowly sliding down onto his knees. “Shit, yeah-“ Rain quickly undid Aether’s zipper, pulling out his steadily leaking cock and giving him a few strokes. He brought his hand back and pushed his arms together, accentuating his little tits.

Aether Immediately got to work, fitting his cock between them and greedily rolling his hips. His head rolled back as he groaned through gritted teeth. “Must’ve needed it, huh? Needed to fuck my tits?” Rain teased, cold fingers going up to massage at Aether’s balls. He knew he wasn’t going to last long.

“Yeah, needed it- fuck- bad.” His pace faltered, coming dangerously close to the edge. “Cum on ‘em, make ‘em all pretty.” And that he did. Painting Rain’s chest with hot, white ropes. Panting, he admired his work, running two fingers through the mess and around a perky nipple. Rain gasped, pushing up into Aether’s touch.

He chuckled, kneeling down and buttoning the water ghouls shirt back up. “Why are you.. What are you..” He cringed at the feeling of the fabric clinging to his overly sensitive skin.

“Everyone will know that you’re mine. You’re gonna smell like me for weeks.”

Those words kept replaying in his head, and he was sure he was soaking through his pants.

“Attention” - Cirrus/Phantom

Kinktober day 1: Pegging

I wrote this on my phone so it’s unedited, also first time posting smut?!? Be nice, also I apologize in advance- Anyways enjoy :3

How did he get himself into this situation? Sat down bare on his knees, the cold, wooden floor under him wet from the pre that gradually leaked from the tip of his-

That morning, Phantom woke up with the severe need for attention. The little voice in the back of his head was practically screaming, begging for it. He decided to make it his mission of the day to get as much attention as he could from his pack mates. He thought everyone was going to be easy, if only he knew how wrong he was.

He was one of the only ghouls who rose before the sun, always up before everyone else no matter what. His first victim of the day, Rain.

The only reason the water ghoul gets up so early is to take care of himself. He does everything he needs to do before properly starting his day. That’s why he always looks so damn good. So, with his target locked in, Phantom started his journey to Rain’s room. He approached the door, gently knocking against the wood with cold knuckles. A quiet “It’s unlocked” came from behind it, inviting him in.

A smile spread across Rain’s face as he watched the quint slip into his room, closing the door behind him. Without a word, Phantom simply crawled into the bed and plopped down onto Rain. “What’s wrong, baby?” Phantom shook his head, looking up with a small smile. “Just wanted some early morning cuddles? Is that it?” Phantom nods, letting his head fall onto Rain’s chest with a happy chirr. “Well, who am I to say no?”

Phantoms day continued like this. Making breakfast with some head pats from Swiss, a sugary sweet make out sesh in the greenhouse with Mountain, one-on-one guitar practice with Dew, gossiping with Aurora while she braided his hair, and a nice long nap with Cumulus- but he was still missing one person. Cirrus, who was completely focused on paperwork and ignoring everyone.

“Cirrus, can we watch a movie or something?” The only response he got was the shake of her head. “Why not? Don’t you wanna spend time with me?” She looked away from the papers she had scattered about, a hint of hurt in her eyes. “Of course I do, Ant, but I still have work to get done. Do you think you can wait?” He pouts, but plops down onto the floor beside her and nods. “Good boy, just try to be patient for me.”

He tried, he really did, but he wasn’t known to be patient. Only five minutes passed before he began pestering her again. “Can’t you just.. finish it later?” She sighs, sounding a little frustrated, but doesn’t turn her gaze away from her papers. Phantom groans and rolls his eyes, murmuring in infernal. He thought he was quiet, quiet enough to where Cirrus couldn’t hear him. “I can hear you, Ant. This will be your only warning.” He scoffed and turned around. “What are you gonna do about it?”

The sound the ghoulette slamming her pen down made him jump. “My room, now. You know how I want you. You sit there and you wait.” He didn’t argue, he couldn’t. The tone of her voice and the glint in her eyes already has him chubby in his now overly tight jeans. He quietly stood, escorting himself down the hall. As soon as he entered the chilly room, he stripped himself bare, folding his clothes neatly and sitting on the icy wood floors. There he waited, now very patient.

Ten minutes later, the door opened with a click and Cirrus slithered her way in, cooing at the sight of the ghoul before her. He sat on his knees, hot and heavy between his spread thighs, with his arms behind his back. “Now you want to listen? Fucking brat.” She gripped the sides of his face, forcing him to look up at her. His eyes were red and puffy, a few tear stains down his cheeks- and she could lie and say he didn’t look pretty like this, but she couldn’t deny the heat gradually growing within her.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.. Too bad you had to act out, now I’ve got to punish you for it.” She noticed how his cock kicked, a blurt of pre dripping onto the hard floor below them. “Up and onto the bed.” He did as she said. Now on all fours, presenting himself to her. “Good boy.” She praised and he shuttered. She rummaged through her nightstand for the bottle of lube she kept, popping it open and slicking up three fingers.

The first went in easy, the second she had to work in, and the third took Phantom’s breath away. He writhed and moaned from the pure pleasure of having three fingertips pressed against his prostate. “Please, please, please touch me-“ She chuckled, removing her fingers and nearly drooling at the way his little hole clenched around nothing. “You’re lucky I prepped you, I choose tonight.” Phantom gasped, immediately knowing what she meant.

She hummed, rummaging through that drawer. The drawer everyone knew of and what consisted inside it. She pulled out one of the biggest straps from her collection, slipping on the harness and securing it around her hips. Cirrus looked up, grinning at Phantom’s terrified expression. “If you’re going to have an attitude, I might as well fuck it out of you.” She noticed how tense the little quint became, so she slid a soothing hand up and down his back. “You can handle it, I know you can. If you’re good for me I might reward you.”

He nodded and she lubed herself up, pressing gently against his awaiting hole. Pressing in inch by inch and watching her not-so-innocent victim was her favorite part. Watching their faces contort in pain mixed with pleasure, watching them fall apart-

She lived for it.

Phantom held his breath until Cirrus bottomed out, gasping for air that’ll burn his lungs when she did. Before he could speak, she was already ramming into him with a brutal speed. The only thing he could manage were the little “ah, ah, ah”s that fell from his lips. She cooed, running sharp claws into his hair and pulling back to see the blissed out expression on his face. “C-Cir-“

“So sensitive, so pathetic.” He wailed as he came. Thick, white ropes covering the soft blanket below him. Cirrus didn’t slow her steady pace, laughing as the quint whimpered from overstimulation. “Oh, baby, you thought that was it?” Phantom nodded as both of his arms collapsed, sending him face first into the bedding.

“I’m just getting started.”