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st-danger · 4 months

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Ooo that thing you just wrote for @/forlorn-crows is a sick idea, normally I like stuff so I can read it later but that was a READ NOW BITCH type deal.

Gives me the idea of Aether going into people’s minds and giving them wet dreams

The new kid's insatiable. It isn't like it's a problem for anyone- on the contrary, they're delighted by it. They're no strangers to sex and lust in the Pit, but here, in humanesque bodies, it's a foreign experience. Different in ways that are difficult to quantify, but different. The obsession with new sensations in new bodies is a universally known thing, something they all went through when first summoned. And who could blame them?

But what a treat getting to watch it from the outside. How nice to watch him sweat and tremble and take until it hurts to be touched.

Aeon is easy.

Pliable. Suggestible and willing to try whatever anyone suggests. He desires with a fierceness that sees him crawling into bed with Dew late at night, desperate for relief. Sees him staring at Swiss during mass with dark eyes, bouncing his leg, unable to sit still, and Swiss is more than happy to drag him out after and lend a helping hand. Or mouth.

So. Aether offers, and Aeon agrees, and that as they say, is that. It's never brought up again, and he knows Aeon wants to ask when, when can we, but part of the fun will be doing this when he doesn't expect. In the meantime, Aeon cums from all the attention he gets, and rubs his cock until it's red and sensitized, and even a little past that.

He's lovely when he's awake- crooked teeth revealed with every wide smile, constantly smoothing messy hair off his face. He's lovely when he's asleep, too, sprawled out on the couch or the bed, shirt riding up to expose a stripe of stomach, eyes closed. Long lashes. Of course Aether was going to offer. When someone wraps a present for you, sets in directly into your palms, it would be rude not to open it. Cruel, even.

He lies sleeping in his bed in loose boxers, a thin white shirt. Half under a blanket having kicked part of it off at some point. Aether flicks the table lamp on and carefully, so carefully, sits on the bed beside him. He's out like a light- it's possible he's worn himself out (or, more accurately, been worn out by someone else) to the point he's less asleep and more comatose. Lips parted, drooling a little on his pillow. Aether swallows hard. He tingles in Places. His fingers itch with want. He wishes he had more patience, that he could convince himself to undo the bow and carefully remove the wrapping paper, but he's never had much self control with this, to be honest. He tries, but here, now, with the way he looks... surely it's understandable to want to rip the paper open as quick as possible.

He reaches towards him, strokes his hair, playing with it. Twirling the shock of white that cuts through the brown at his hairline. Lets the smallest little bit of his magick drip from his fingertips and into his head so he can make sure Aeon doesn't wake before he wants him to. He drags his fingers down the side of his face, tracing the angle of a sharp jaw, stroking down his neck. With his other hand, he palms himself, working himself up just a little. Not too much because he has plans for Aeon that require him not to pop too early.

Down his neck, down his chest to find a nipple, to give it a soft rub until it's peeking through his shirt, obvious. Down further, to the hem, where he slides it under and caresses his stomach. Pets his navel, and then the barest hint of hair that disappears under his waistband.

The magick flows easy, then. Warms him from the inside out and Aether watches, ensorcelled by the gentle noise Aeon makes on his next exhale. The obvious twitch of his dick stirring to life. If he wasn't so eager to wake him up and ask him to run that pretty tongue over his balls, he'd draw the blood south slower. But not tonight. He squeezes himself, presses on Aeon's belly, and stares, hungrier than he's felt in a while as Aeon's cock fills out. Faster than is necessary, perhaps, but who cares. Certainly he doesn't. Certainly Aeon won't be complaining.

He's tenting in no time, and Aether supplies him with visions of being taken. Being loved gentle and raw, and finally, Aeon whimpers, hips shifting while he dreams about many hands peeling his clothes off, mouths sucking his neck, tongues licking at secret, hidden places. A little more phantom sensation on his cock, and Aether groans as a dribble of precum dots the fabric, stretched against a head that he cannot wait to make sticky and overly sensitive.

It goes on until Aether's working himself and hard to the point that he's dying to pull it out. His pants are tight, oppressive. It's making him ache, and all he can focus on is what the little kitten licks he's going to ask him for will feel like.

He turns the dial of quintessence up, and Aeon gasps, unconscious and pleasured, leaking fluid and staining his boxers with the pre because Aether wants him to.

They've kept his balls so empty there's been no possibility to cum in his sleep yet. His body hasn't had a chance, and maybe that's the reason Aeon was so quick to agree- something new.

He gets him nice and close, until Aeon is whimpering, shifting where he lays, and Aether gives up.

He forces too much pleasure into his mind, and Aeon throbs and moans and Aether's eyes go wide as he watches his cock start to bounce around and spit out shot after shot, soaking himself-

Aeon wakes up moaning and disoriented halfway through, barely has time to register what's happening when Aether decides to give him a little gift of his own, drag it out, make it last unnaturally long, until Aeon is crying out, thrashing, looking at Aether with surprise and shock while he defiles himself by Aether's suggestions.

When it's over, when it's finally over and Aeon lies exhausted, and panting, he gifts Aether with a disbelieving giggle.

"What," he breathes, weakly.

Aether is already standing, unzipping his pants.

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forlorn-crows · 7 months

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kinktober day 15

how about a little quint on quint rimming action? aether isnt taking any of aeon's bullshit. aeon knows who's boss.

Aether squeezes the smaller quint’s cheeks like he owns them, smirking behind his back when Aeon’s hole clenches and winks at him.

“You’re always so hungry,” Aether rumbles. “You and Rora both.”

Aeon sighs, dropping his chin to his chest and lifting his tail to expose himself further. It’s a bratty display, one that’s not fully intentional. Aether ghosts a fingertip over his ass and Aeon bites back a moan.

“But you keep feeding us,” he teases on a long exhale.

The bigger ghoul tuts. “You beg too well,” he says simply, circling that fluttering ring of muscle. “Too pretty. Can’t not indulge, little star.” He ponders for another moment, petting idly. Aeon’s cock twitches between his legs despite the lack of purposeful stimulation, and that’s all the signal Aether needs to go further. He removes his hand, and before Aeon can so much as sniff in annoyance, Aether leans in and spits a glob of saliva straight onto his tight hole.

“Ff—” Aeon cuts himself off, shaking his head.

Aether licks through it, spreading it over his hole, the cleft of his ass, the top of his sac. Another stifled sound wrenches itself from deeper in Aeon's throat.

"Let it out," Aether grumbles. "I know how much you like it."

"Don't—" he swirls the tip of his tongue around Aeon's rim, wet and dragging, making him stutter. "—don't know what you mean."

Brat, Aether pushes into his mind.

Aeon huffs a laugh but it's forced, hitching in his chest. He likes to play the brat, get Aether to work him over and wear him down.

Obviously, it’s a game Aeon almost always loses.

Aether hums and lays little kitten licks around his hole, sucking every so often at the sensitive skin outside the pucker. Aeon gasps with each one, tiny fissures forming in his petulant resolve.

So he keeps doing it. Licks him soft and slow, nipping at unpredictable intervals. Teasing the tip of his nose down the cleft of his ass. Pressing his mouth nice and close until Aeon’s finally panting, shoulders sagging with imaginary weight.

“Hnn, Aether,” he chokes out after the bigger ghoul’s teeth skirt a touch too close to his hole. “Get—get your tongue in there.”

“Now you want to tell me what to do?” Aether snaps, just firmly enough to get Aeon’s spine stiffening. He thinks maybe he’s misspoke before a teasing snicker reassures him.

But only a little. “I’ll lick you how I want,” Aether rumbles, placing a heavy-handed smack on one of his cheeks for a surprise sting. He licks a stripe from the swell of his balls back to his hole, groaning when it flutters under his tongue.

“Fuck,” Aeon barks out. His hips twitch back of their own accord, pressing his ass more firmly into Aether’s mouth.

Still haven’t heard a please, Aether shoots into his mind, tongue still flattened and laving over his rim. It flutters again, begging to be stretched.

For the first time tonight, Aeon whines. A too-feminine sign of that coy act crumbling out from underneath him. “Please,” he whispers through gritted teeth. “Please, Aethe.”

Aether grins against him. “See? Always hungry for it.” He spreads the smaller ghoul’s cheeks, stretching him wide before spitting another mouthful of saliva onto his waiting hole. Then he presses in, wriggling the wet muscle past his rim and sliding against sensitive walls.

Aeon whimpers, tail lashing into the air to fall over his arched back. His balls ache under Aether’s chin, drawing closer each time his tongue curls just right or his nails dig dimples into the apex of his thighs.

Really sucking me in, aren’t you? Aeon clenches with it, agreeing without words. His cock gives a hard kick. A pearl of pre flings off the tip and lands onto the sheets.

Aether pulls his tongue out then, filling the space with one of his fingers instead. The calloused pad brushes over that bundle of nerves inside his walls, and Aeon nearly chokes on his own spit with how hard he gasps.

“So, little star,” Aether lilts. “Think you’re hungry for a little more?”

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ghoul-slime · 10 months

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Star Pupil

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,388

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Predatory. A challenge.

Phantom thinks he’s up for it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Now spit in his mouth.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Phantom gasps again, tugging on the silver rings gently.

Aether clicks his tongue in annoyance.

“Harder.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Another finger,” Aether directs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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iamthecomet · 5 months

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What if….whats if aether takes Virgin ghouls virginity???

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Aether/Aeon virginity kink below the cut.

Aeon's new. Wide-eyed. Not innocent in pit terms. But on earth? Aether has a hard time pacing himself. It's been so long since he's been in this position. Teacher. Mentor. Elder. He wants to savor it. Wants to savor the way Aeon looks at him as they go over guitar parts. As Aeon learns how his magic works top side. As Aether puts one big hand on the small of Aeon's back. Heavy. Warm. Persistent. Aeon makes little noises when Aether touches him. Tiny huffs of breath. A hitch. A shudder when Aether presses a little closer. Fits his arms around Aeon's body and positions his hand on the Fantoman. Pressing up just tight enough. Not so much that Aeon can feel how hard Aether's gotten in his pants. But enough to really feel him--the weight of him. Aether doesn't want to play all his cards just yet. They spend so much time together. Alone. Aether makes sure of it. Aeon has a full schedule. Days filled with learning, with chores that Aether supervises. Full band rehearsals followed by extra moments where Aether goes over the little things he stumbled on. And Aether is always close. Gentle. Guiding. Aeon isn't stupid. He knows what's happening. Knows why Aether keeps resting his hand on Aeon's thigh--looking at the size difference. Knows that Aether is trying to sink his fangs into Aeon before anyone else can.

It's late, hours after rehearsal has wrapped up. Aeon's determined to nail a particularly tough part and Aether is willing to indulge him. Every moment spent is a moment closer to having Aeon spread open for him. Aeon's fingers hurt, his spine aches. He doesn't actually give a shit about this particular guitar part anymore. He's been feeling the weight of Aether's gaze on him for a week now. Swiss has been sniffing him out too. Doing the same things. Sitting too close, nuzzling up against Aeon during movies. Hand dragging up over his thigh to rest on the front of Aeon's sweatpants. Almost enough--but nowhere close. And Aether has been helpful. He's guided Aeon through everything else. He's gentle, trustworthy. And if Aeon is going to trust this unfamiliar body to anyone--Aether is the right choice. He just isn't quite sure how bring it up. How to ask. Aether's watching him like he's hungry. Eyes heavy lidded, no longer focusing on the stumbling movements of Aeon's fingers. Aeon stands. Aether sits back on his stool, watches as Aeon puts the guitar back in its case. He cocks an eyebrow as the smaller ghoul walks toward him. Hesitation in his step, but Aether can smell the want on him. Ozone, sparked with menthol. Aether's cock twitches in his pants. Aeon sinks to his knees between Aether's legs. Presses both palms against Aether's thighs, drags up and down, thumb grazing over the chubby head of his cock where it rests against his thigh. "What are you doing, bug?" Aether asks, reaching down to drag his fingers through Aeon's hair just as Aeon's hands drag high. Palm covering Aether's cock. Hard and twitching in his jeans. Aeon's hard too, Aether can see that. He's straining against those skin tight jeans Dew's been lending him. Aether tries not to sigh in relief, tries not to look too excited despite the way his cock jumps against Aeon's palm. "Dunno," Aeon muses, eyes wide and innocent as he looks up at Aether. A ruse, Aether knows, but it doesn't matter. "Teach me?"

#comet writes #aeon/aether #virginity kink #cw virginity kink #virginity #aeon ghoul #aether ghoul #phantom ghoul #<- for tagging purposes #aether/phantom #ghost fic #ghost band fanfic #ghost band fanfiction #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #I honestly have SO many thoughts about virginity kink ghouls #I'd love to talk more about them sometime

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ghoultrifle · 4 months

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Just read the pissboy phantom fic (which was great) and if you’re up for it, i’d love to see you expand more on Phantom’s idea of taking Rain (or whoever) out to water the plants.

Pissboy Chronicles Part 4 - (Soil) Enrichment Time

WC: 1.7k

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Phantom takes Aether out to water the plants

Notes: It's piss, don't read it if it's gonna squick you out :) and to anon, I'm so sorry it's been over two months I hope you enjoy it >:)

CWs: PISS, humiliation, mentions of rope play, semi-public sex (masturbation)

Thank you to @herbal-quintessence for bullying me into finishing this and @mac-and-thefox for giving me all her plant knowledge !! fuck it @high-imperatrix piss tag

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Phantom stands back to admire his handiwork. Aether, limbs tied to the bedposts, deep blue rope leaving raw marks on his lilac skin. A tale told through the abandoned wand and the streaks of white adorning his hairy chest.

“So good for me, baby,” Phantom says as he strokes a hand through Aether’s slicked back hair, “Let’s get you cleaned up, hmm?”

Aether whines at the cold cloth being run down his torso, rivulets of the water running down to his spent dick, making him shiver. Sat on the bed, Phantom offers him a glass of water, “Aeth, you lost a lot of fluid. Fuck that was hot, seeing you all sticky ‘n sweaty, but you need to replenish.”

The first glass of water disappears almost instantly, sessions with Phantom really take it out of an older ghoul. The second glass he sips on while the younger ghoul cleans him up, quickly finishing that too. A third and fourth glass make their way past Aether’s lips and before he knows it, he needs to piss, badly. Phantom won’t deny it was his plan all along, he easily notices the telltale signs - squirming, clenching, rocking back and forth. It’s tantalising for the young ghoul. He wordlessly takes Aether’s hand and prompts the larger ghoul to start walking with him. Unfortunately for Aether, he thinks Phantom is still in aftercare-mode, simply helping his sore lover to the bathroom. That is until Phantom reaches the exit to the abbey, “Colour?” he asks. Aeth stumbles over his words, unsure where this is going. But with full trust in Phantom, he gives green.

The walk to the greenhouse is short, there’s no reason it should take the larger ghoul so long to hobble over. If anyone saw him, he’d have no excuse for his pained limp as he clutches his dick through his jeans. They’d see him, escorted by a smirking Phantom, small hands around Aether’s hips, guiding him. The older ghoul unable to think or walk straight, the overwhelming pressure dulling every other sensation.

“Can’t have you all filled up for nothing, Aeth,” he exclaims, “And don’t the plants look so dry. Like they’re begging to be watered, no?”

Aether shudders, the persistent ache in his bladder crying out for relief. It would be so easy to let go, to do as Phantom bids, but he can’t give in this easily. The plants do look dry; soil matted in thick clumps, dejected leaves laying their heads in defeat.

His dick lies bare in Phantom’s dainty hand, fighting the urge to relax. The soil on the floor is disturbed as Aether leg fidgets in desperation, willing himself to hold onto the last morsel control. The younger ghoul behind him can tell it’s getting too much, that Aether’s close to losing it.

“Let go, big boy, I’m right there with you.”

Aether strains, mind given up but his body still fighting, “‘m trying, Ant, just can’t get it out!” he whines in frustration, everything is telling him this is not the place to do it, screaming at him to find a bathroom.

Phantom hushes him, “S’alright. Here let me help you out,” he coos as he snakes a hand around Aether, fingers dipping into the bulge in his belly, draining the pressure.

“Hng fuck- it’s coming!”

“That’s it, good boy,” the younger ghoul asserts, taking Aether’s length in his free hand. It’s definitely a little chubbier than usual, a little more solid to the touch. It’s reassuring to know Aether’s also getting off on it despite his apprehension. Phantom will never not be impressed by the all-round size of Aether’s cock, not only a decent length, but strikingly girthy, enough to split Phantom open if the other wasn’t so careful in prepping him. Not that Aether tops often, but when he does he’s a gentle lover.

Aether is fully leaking now, all barriers down. Phantom holds him, guides his stream over the plants. First, the lavender, watching as the liquid drips down the buds one by one, collecting in a pool where it’s potted. The younger ghoul then directs Aether’s cock towards Mountain’s beloved foxglove plant, piss welling up in the bells before they tip over, showering the soil beneath in Aether’s shame. “Look at you, filthy thing, defiling poor Mountain’s plants with your piss.” Phantom smirks, “I wouldn’t be surprised if the bees never came back after what you’ve done to their home, you should be ashamed of yourself Aether.” Not that the older ghoul needs any encouragement to feel that deep-seated sense of shame that gets him hard like nothing else, but it helps.

The wires in his brain are most certainly crossed now, there is no going back. Relinquishing control, being vulnerable for Phantom like this has Aether’s cock kicking in the younger ghoul’s hand as his stream tapers off. Just as he’s beginning to relax, finally nearing the end of Phantom’s bidding, the younger ghoul stuffs Aether’s dick back into his boxers with such urgency that his stream is still strong enough to make it look like he’s wet himself. Aether’s always had a humiliation kink, that’s not news, but combining it with the mortifying ordeal of pissing over the plants and himself has his cock straining against his now wet boxers.

“Shit, Ant. What was that for?” he whines, “Was pissing all over the greenhouse not enough? Needed me to piss myself as well?!” There’s no bite to it, Aether knows Phantom can feel him chubbing up at the sensation of the warm, damp fabric against him, clinging to his dick. The last few drops are soaking into his pants as Aether feels a flood of warmth on his back, “Wha-”

“Shh Aeth, just enjoy it,” Phantom whispers as he dips his length further beneath the waistband of Aether’s boxers, revelling in his own release, in finally letting go of the desperation he tried his best to hide. And by the bewildered sounds from the ghoul in front of him, he thinks it worked. Bewilderment turns into arousal as what?!’s turn into hhnn’s.

“You know clothes are my weak spot, Aeth.” he says, grinning, “Need everyone to see just how easily you submit to me, need there to be evidence of it.” The pattering of droplets on the stone ground only fuels Phantom’s fire, ensuring no part of Aether’s trousers remain dry. Upon finishing, the younger ghoul neatly tucks himself back into his jeans, leaving Aether to marinate in the cocktail of their piss.

The walk of shame back to Aether’s room leaves him hanging his head as he contemplates which stain is more important to hide - front or back - both inflicted by Phantom. He settles on removing his sweater and tying it around his waist. There’s no rest for the wicked, however, when the younger ghoul insists they sit on a bench next to Sunny’s allotment. That Aether must sit down as is, get his tan sweater drenched in shame too.

It was easy enough to miss it on his trousers, the dark fabric masking just how wet they are, but since Aeth decided he can’t have anyone seeing, Phantom is hell-bent on making sure everyone knows just how much of a pissboy the older ghoul is. To see the usually calm and stoic ghoul in this state, taken apart by his master and forced to waddle in his soggy clothes like a misbehaved dog who’s rolled in the mud.

Aether would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying every second he spent with Phantom. Being teased, chastised for his pliability. “Putty in my hands,” the younger ghoul whispers as they’re sitting, waiting for the piss to soak into the sweater too. He gets off on the debasement of it all, especially at the hands of such a new summon, a ghoul he should be barking orders at, not the other way around. All Aether can do is whimper in reply, too far gone into submission to do anything else. He’s rock hard at the realisation that everyone will see him, hips rocking up just to get some friction on his trousers.

“Go on, I know you need to, I’ll watch,” Phantom says sweetly, placing a hand on Aether’s crotch, hearing the squelch as he scrunches his hand in the fabric. Aether moans, more loudly than he should, watching as the younger ghoul removes his hand and flicks the remaining piss right back onto Aether. He feels himself twitch as Phantom treats him like a mere towel to wipe his hands on, nothing more than an object.

“What are you waiting for, Aeth? Scared someone will see?” Aether can only spit out a small mhm before Phantom interrupts, “Come on darling, you’re so worked up it’ll be over quickly anyway. You’re so cute when you’re desperate.”

The older ghoul groans, reaching down to unbuckle his belt, shimmying his trousers down just enough to free his dick, but not so far that he can’t still revel in the humiliating sensation of wetness enveloping him. His cock is heavy in his hand, red at the tip, waiting to be stroked. In the corner of his eye he can see Phantom palming himself at the sight and it pushes Aether to start stroking. He tries to set a steady pace but his hand takes over as he watches it fly over his ruddy cock, smearing pre down the shaft. He’s hooked on the feel of his palm against the warm liquid on his shaft, listening to the slick noises as he strokes himself with fervour. It can’t be more than thirty seconds before it’s more than pre spurting from his cock. Aether’s head is thrown back, moaning with abandon, eyes screwed shut as he adds to the mess he and Phantom have already made.

He opens his eyes to find a dishevelled Phantom with a wet spot on his jeans that definitely wasn’t there before. “Hey! Don’t think you have the moral high ground just because you’re hot,” Phantom shouts, “You know this is my dream, Aeth, just take the compliment and wipe that fucking grin off your face before I piss on you again.” And Aether wouldn’t be complaining, but that’s for another time. For now, Phantom will gently walk him back to the dorms, smirking at their bandmates who give him a knowing look. Rain takes particular note, proud of his little pissboy.

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arcaneacolyte · 2 months

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CW: chest and nipple kink, lactation kink, male lactation, hucow kink, Phantom/Aeon becoming a little obsessed with a kink involving Aether's chest, Dubious Consent (if you squint, both of them are into it just didn't communicate it to one another), use of the word 'tits' to describe a chest.

If I forgot anything else please tell me.

So I'm high and I've been thinking depravedly and a thought that's been consistent has been Phantom/Aeon being so incredibly attracted to how big Aether's chest is. How he humps his pillows thinking about fucking Aether chest, his *tits*. And the word tits sends the little Quint down a spiral of lust and kink because he literally cannot stop thinking of Aether's chest as tits now.

He wants to pinch them, lick them, bite them, *suck them*, and the squeaking of his bed springs gets louder as he humps desperately, thinking about Aether's *tits* and his horny mind just keeps making stupidly erotic comparisons and through lines, and he thinks again about *sucking* on Aether's tits, and what can happen sometimes when you *suck* on tits?

*They can give milk.*

Little Bug can't take it. He cums so hard he bites through his lip and even the pain doesn't stop how hard he thrusts into the fabric, wishing it was Aether's *tits* but at the same time wishing he were *sucking* on them.

When he finally comes down he knows he's fucked, knows that he's changed now, in one of those, "I had absolutely no idea how much this thought/image could turn me on" kinda ways. There's guilt, of course, but it all simmers wrong in his belly and his cock, because that just makes the horniness *worse.*

And he never feels guilty enough about it that it stops him from masturbating furiously to the idea of Aether's chest being oh so sensitive when he's suckling that Aether might let down milk, and also how it might be enough stimulation to make the bigger Quint *cum*.

So full of milk, such a good producer, wanting to provide.

Just like a *cow*.

And oh, *fuck* he has cute little horns and a tail already, doesn't he? Bugs' mind tries to ration with him, get him to give in to the pleasure that's going to make him stupid with how hard he fucks his fist repeatedly and purses his lips, suckling the air like he wish he could do to Aether.

It's embarrassing, it's so horrifically embarrassing but he can't stop because he *likes* how embarrassing it is. *Likes* how he can't stop staring at Aether's chest when the bigger Quint isn't looking, feeling *thirsty* of all things while his cock throbs.

And it gets to the point where he just *has* to touch, *has* to know what they feel like and taste like. And when finally he gets the chance--of course not explaining to Aether what he *really* wants because Bug doesn't know if he can handle a poor reaction--the little Quint just can't take it, he has to touch and pinch for a while first. Then he just gets consumed by it almost like a hypnotic trance, making up for time lost in his masturbatory fantasies.

Aether notices of course; the little Quint is paying attention to *only* his chest and nipples, tangibly *and* visually. So he makes a joke with a laugh *just* barely brushed with embarrassment, "What's up.....you zoning out about cows or something?"

And just that word is enough for the Little Bug to snap out of his reverie mere moments before it fully registers, and his cock throbs so hard he thinks he's going to cum for a few seconds.

But he doesn't, and he stares down at Aether with wide half terrified half desperate eyes, panting and throbbing and feeling like he's two seconds away from passing out.

Aether just smiles weakly, and let's out a soft and genuinely horny little, "M-moo~"

Little Bug *does* cum this time.

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truthful-tidings · 8 months

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What is UPPP I wrote an Aether/Phantom fanfic :) it's slightly angst but it's very cute, enjoy <3

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost b.c.#phantom ghoul #aether ghoul #quintessence ghoul #ghost fanfiction #my writings #aether/phantom

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bonncy · 1 month

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photocards of the demon cats

#the band ghost #ghost the band #the band ghost fanart #ghost fanart #ghost band fanart #ghost band #papa emeritus iv #nameless ghoul #sodo ghoul #dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #aether ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cummulus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #mountain ghoul

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genderlessghoul · 6 months

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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!!

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