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A lil bit of sweet swaeon based on this post.

1.5k of pampering, making out, jerking off, Aeon's praise kink and Swiss being so very good at abusing it via that filthy mouth of his

For @forlorn-crows <3

It's an early show night, where Aeon's still got the newbie nerves and just needs some comfort. He'd never expect to get it from Swiss, of all people, but he walks into their hotel room to find a bath drawn, the bed turned down and his favorite pj pants all laid out for him.

Swiss sits in a chair on the far side of the bed, legs kicked up, already changed into boxers and a loose tee. He smiles, gives Aeon a little finger wave. 

"What's all this for?" Aeon blinks between the bed and Swiss, the scent of the bath wafting through the room and enticing him to shrug off his duffel and hoodie. Swiss tucks both arms behind his head as the new kid toes off his sneakers.

"You," Swiss explains. "Thought you could use a soft touch for a change." Aeon pauses with his shirt halfway up, head tilted, and Swiss just winks. "Don't get used to it, kiddo."

Aeon rolls his eyes, hides his smile behind his shirt, and in no time he's sinking into the sweet-scented tub. Right up to his chin, dragging his fingers through the water while he hums to himself. 

At some point Swiss appears, pads into the steamy bathroom - but he's still dressed. Aeon still gives him a suspicious look, but Swiss simply kneels at the side of the tub and picks up the little bottle of shampoo tucked into a corner. Aeon certainly doesn't object, just melts into the water and lets Swiss' talented fingers massage his scalp.

He's loose-limbed and half asleep by the time the water cools and Swiss does his final rinse, but getting out, dried and dressed perks him up a bit. Not so much that he does anything but crawl into that huge bed, though. Groans as he slips between chilly sheets, tossing the covers up over his shoulders and snuggling into the pillows. 

"That was so nice," he mumbles, hunkering down. 

The mattress dips as Swiss crawls in on the opposite side. It's a king size bed, but Swiss still scoots across until he's close enough for their knees to touch. Until he can wrap a strong arm around Aeon's waist, palm flat against his spine. 

“Glad you enjoyed it,” he hums, leaning in to rub their noses together. “Whaddaya think, just wanna sleep tonight?” 

That hand rubs along his back, warm and solid, and Swiss’ smile is so gentle that Aeon can't help but kiss him. Just a meeting of lips, once that starts chaste but only deepens. Slowly though, slow enough that Aeon isn't even breathing all that heavy when their tongues part, or when Swiss tugs on his lip with dull teeth.

“Takin’ that as a no,” the other ghoul chuckles, and Aeon loves the way it flows through his ears. He opens his mouth to answer but lets out a yawn instead, and Swiss reaches up to play with his hair. “You're so fuckin’ cute.”

Aeon blinks at him, and then he's grinning like a fool. If they weren't glamoured, his tail would be thumping under the sheets. Swiss looks at him with a certain warmth in his eyes, and it tempers that grin some. Makes Aeon's smile into something more shy, more reserved, and it really is by accident that Swiss’ knee brushes against the tent in his flannels. Aeon sucks air through his teeth, immediately reaching down to cover up, but Swiss doesn't stop smiling. 

“So fuckin’ cute,” he says with crinkled eyes, and drags the backs of two fingers down the side of Aeon's angular face. “You still think you have to hide from me, sweet thing?” 

Aeon gives his head a little shake, eyelids fluttering when Swiss’ graze his jaw, tracing the line of his throat. He gives himself a squeeze, and something must happen to his face because Swiss makes a very pleased sound. 

“Making out always get you so worked up, baby?” 

The teasing note in his voice is so subtle that Aeon couldn't be blamed for missing it. He nods into his plush pillow as Swiss’ arm wraps around him once more, urging him closer. So close that Aeon can feel the warmth radiating from that strong body, curling into him like a cat by a crackling fire. He's really rubbing himself now, can't help it, but Swiss doesn't seem to mind one bit. 

“That's sweet,” Swiss comments as Aeon works the button of his flannels open, and the tiniest little noise escapes his throat. That isn't news to Swiss - the new kid has a praise kink to rival Mountain's and everyone knows it. “C’mere then,” he coaxes, kissing the tip of Aeon's nose. “Wanna make sure you feel so good tonight, just like this.” 

Aeon doesn't have time to ask what he means before their lips meet again, and the sigh he lets out is damn near angelic. 

The kiss grows deeper this time and Aeon's hand moves in time with Swiss’ tongue - long, languid strokes that have him panting through his nose in no time. There's a string of saliva connecting them when Swiss pulls back, and Aeon really doesn't mean to whimper but fuck he doesn't want to stop.

“Then don't stop, baby.” Swiss mumbles it against his lips, and Aeon doesn't care that he said that out loud. “Just keep playing with yourself,” and Aeon flat-out whines, “and let me take care of the rest.”

Aeon huffs, nods, and the moment Swiss’ lips meet his throat Aeon's toes curl. The pressure of his teeth, the gentle suction, the chill left behind on damp skin when Swiss moves to make another mark - all of it has Aeon leaking over his own knuckles. 

“That's my good boy,” Swiss breathes into the juncture of his neck, and Aeon shivers. “This's just what you needed, huh?” 

Aeon manages a questioning sound as Swiss nibbles his collarbone, now kissing a slow path back up towards his ear.

“This,” Swiss says, tongue flicking over his lobe, and then he's pulling Aeon in with both arms. Wrapping him up in that cocoon of warmth, softness and comfort. Something he hadn't even known he could crave, and yet here he is. Jerking himself stupid and panting into Swiss’ throat. His fist bumps the slight swell of Swiss’ tummy with every stroke, no doubt darkening his shirt. “Needed to be treated like the sweet lil’ thing you are, didn't you?” 

“Uh huh,” Aeon wheezes, a pitchy sound that catches in his throat. Swiss nuzzles his ear, kissing that one spot just behind it.

“Knew you did.” He smells like whiskey and warm spices and Aeon wants to shove his face into Swiss’ armpit and never come back up for air again. “Knew you just needed a soft hand. Know how I could tell?” 

Aeon can't shake his head anymore, too caught up in strong arms and that heady scent to do more than make pathetic little noises.

“Tonight, right after the show,” Swiss murmurs right into his ear. “I saw that moment with Papa, that one pat on your shoulder when he told you what a good job you did. I don't think anyone else did, but I saw the way your knees buckled.”

Aeon doesn't have it in him to be embarrassed, not even a little. He's too busy fucking his own fist, a sound he can hear even over the hum of the a/c.

“Knew right then you needed this, baby. Needed me to hold you close, whisper in your ear and tell you just how pretty you look with your cock in your hand.”

Aeon's answering moan comes with drool, soaking right into Swiss' shirt.

“You do, y'know. So pretty. Almost as pretty as that cross-eyed look you get when I get my fingers inside you. Do you know how pink your cheeks get like this? Pinker that sweet little ass when I get you over my knee. And speaking of pink -” 

The words stop making sense, a stream of filthy praise being injected directly into his brain. He's shaking all over, gasping with each frantic hump into the tight tunnel of his hand. His other hand sits faster in Swiss’ tee, stretching the fabric and exposing just enough skin for Aeon to bury his face in Swiss’ chest right as the words become clear again. 

“But you always look the prettiest like this,” Swiss purrs, dropping a kiss into his hair. “Right when you're about to make a nice -" another kiss, "big -" the last kiss comes with the added pleasire of Swiss' blunt nails sinking into his skin, right through his shirt, "mess.” 

Swiss squeezes him tight, presses Aeon's stroking hand between both of their bodies, and with a hurt little cry Aeon does just that. Shoots between their bellies, gets both of their shirts messy (or messier in Swiss’ case) as he works himself through it, colors bursting behind closed-tight lids. 

“That's my good boy,” Swiss repeats, stroking his spine as Aeon catches his breath. “Always such a good listener.” 

Aeon lets out a quiet giggle, wipes his sticky hand on his pants, and tucks both arms between their bodies. The embrace has loosened some, but not enough to dislodge him. Neither of them seem inclined to separate anyway. 

“Thank you,” he sighs, planting a little baby kiss on Swiss’ adam's apple. “‘S it your turn now?”

Swiss’ chest rumbles in a delightful way when he laughs, and another kiss finds Aeon's crown. 

“Took care of myself before you even got here, sweetheart. This was just for you.”

Aeon couldn't blush harder if he tried. 

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having sex with your friends is so very normal please stop poisoning the youths minds with shame surrounding hooking up with your friends. especially if you’re gay

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hypnotizing hand movements [x]

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A pretty boy laying in my arms while he jerks off… just wanting to he held and kissed while he touches himself… praising him while I mark up his neck… listening to his soft little whines as he starts to get close, and whispering dirty things in his ear as he cums… safe and warm in my arms 🖤

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I don't need therapy I need rabid gay people freaking out in my inbox

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Ghost - Con Clavi Con Dio [Lyon, 03_⁄02_⁄2019]

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i hope every single one of you outlives these hateful fucks on the news right now. i hope each and every one of you is able to find joy and support throughout these tumultuous times and i hope you get to live so fiercely as yourself. i hope you wake up one day to news that you’ve outlived those pieces of absolute shit and whether that brings you joy or relief or hope or what have you, i hope you live to see that day

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Happy birthday, Tobias Forge! You have created a phenomenon that’s made a lot of people joyful in times of great global struggle, and you’ve touched a lot of lives and changed and inspired people with this “project.” Wishing you a fantastic celebration on your day with your loved ones, and an amazing year of sharing with everyone the new chapter of Ghost!

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Happy Birthday to one of my biggest heroes!!! Thank you Tobias Forge for being a big inspiration and joy in my life! You bring so many people happiness with your music, your performing and acting talents, your creativity and your beautiful characters!!!! I wish you only the best and lots of success!!! I can’t wait to see what else you have in mind for Ghost but I am sure as hell that it is going to be great!

Keep being yourself and live your dreams you are awesome🖤

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This is a wheel with 250 fandoms, people, topics, specific words, etc. Spin it once.

Whatever you landed on has completely disappeared from Tumblr. Any posts including or referencing it have vanished, and none will ever be made again. No one else notices its absence, and no one else will ever ask about it.

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can we take some time and show Omega some love?

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Terzomega but it's the last time they share a bed and neither of them knows it

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Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar

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Talk to me about murder ghoulette Cumulus.

What are her methods. Who does she choose. How does a primal scene go.

Any and all info is welcome <3

Oh, Cumulus is a mean one.

(nothing graphic but it is murder ghouls so make your own choices)

She likes to play on her "soft pretty girl" reputation. She doesn't mind putting the work in to insinuate herself into the Siblings' company - after all, the way they look at her when she gives them a soft word or a flirtatious smile is just an added bonus. She'll lure them in, make them love her, make them crave her company. Soft lingering touches to arms and shoulders. Kissing their hands, once they get a little closer. Looking into their eyes and disarming them with those long pale lashes. They fall over each other for a chance to be friends with her.

She makes them trust her. Defends them when Dew snaps his teeth at them or when Sunny's temper flares a little too hot. Scolds Aether for being eerie suring a check-up for his own amusement. Sighs when Aurora hides in shadowy corners, spooking the poor darlings with her bright, unblinking eyes. Don't mind them, she tells them. I'll keep them away.

It's a joke, at first.

Until it isn't.

Until that one particular Sibling starts experiencing weirder and weirder things. Nightmares. Shadows in the corners of their vision. Noises outside their window in the dead of night. Food and objects going missing, turning up a few days later, clearly damaged.

When they bring it up to Cumulus, because they trust her, they love her, why wouldn't they share their problems with her... her eyes go dark. Worried. Don't worry about it, she says. Just don't think about it, don't mention it to anyone else. I'll handle it.

And it gets worse.

And the Sibling knows it's the ghouls, now. That maybe they've been lied to about how safe those creatures they share a home with are. They hear that sharp, eerie language being whispered in the shadows behind them as they work, strangely loud, strangely echoing. They see fire and water flickering in the eyes they feel watching them. The trees creaking around them when they walk through the gardens. Their nightmares getting more and more personal, almost like they're being directed as they happen. And Cumulus, dear sweet caring Cumulus, gets more and more frantic as she checks up on them.

Until one evening she turns up at their door. Disheveled, panting, visibly terrified.

You have to run. They're done playing with you. Come with me, I can get you out.

And of course they trust her. Of course they follow her in hastily-fastened shoes across grass that seems far more dangerous than the last time they crossed it, past the fountain and the stream that seem to hiss and laugh at them. Into the woods.

They follow her wherever she goes, because in that moment she's the only thing they can trust.

It's different every time, who's really following them. Sometimes just one, sometimes a pair or a three. On very rare occasions, it's a whole-pack game. It doesn't matter, ultimately. It's all for Cumulus's enjoyment at the end of the day.

She likes the look on their faces when they turn to find her and see her glamour dropped and her fangs out. The way they sometimes dare to hope she's going to fight her own pack to defend them. The way they always end up whimpering something along the lines of I trusted you, I thought you'd save me.

She likes the way their blood tastes when the betrayal hits at last.

She's a messy eater. But she rarely finishes a whole meal. She knows Sunny likes the texture of lungs, Aeon likes to chew on cartilage like humans chew gum, Swiss enjoys the sensation of cracking the sternum between his hands just because, Cirrus wants every tongue she can get her fangs into. Whoever helped her hunt gets the first pick when she's finished, and then it's a free for all. She's so considerate.

And the poor, stupid humans never, ever catch on. She's too clever for that.