#mountain/aeon

[forlorn-crows]

dubcon aeon/mountain where aeon shoves him hard into the corner of the hotel room they somehow got paired together in bc he caught a glimpse of mountain getting out of the shower, all that water over his back muscles, and aeon decided he needed his cock inside that earth ghoul five minutes ago.

fuck why do you look like that, hed say. need to have you

mountain tries to shove him off but somehow the little quint finds one of his weak spots and sucks a bruise into it, and mountain gets lightheaded from the rush of blood to his dick

[miasmaghoul]

since phantom apparently gets on his knees *a lot*, have you thought about him getting on his knees for mountain? how much smaller he'd look? how mount would be SO pleased with it??

perhaps........boots..............

It's not that Aeon is small, exactly.

He's...slight. Lanky like Rain, but narrow like Dew. Doesn't take up much space, visually speaking. Or physically. Not with the way he can bend and contort himself.

He can usually be found in the most awkward positions possible in the common room; scrunched up against the arm of a couch, or curled around himself like a pillbug in one of the armchairs. Not to isolate, it's just how he's comfy.

Mountain doesn't understand it. Has no idea how anyone could be comfortable wrapped up into a ball of their own limbs, not when something as simple as crossing his own legs can make him feel claustrophobic. He does find it endearing in Aeon though, a little quirk that he can bundle up and keep in a water-spotted mason jar in the back of his mind.

Aeon isn't exactly small, but he enjoys making himself look that way.

Between Mountain's legs, he looks the smallest.

It's been a while since Aeon knocked on his door, interrupting his thrilling evening activity of dozing off in front of the fireplace. Most of that time has been spent on his knees, though not in the way Mountain is used to.

The room is quiet, save for the crackle of dying logs and the dull rasp of horsehair on leather. Aeon's hardly spoken the whole time he's been working, now well on his way to getting Mountain's boots to a mirror shine. Mountain's fingers glide through Aeon's soft waves while he watches his shoulder work, blending the shock of brilliant white near his horn into a sea of black for something to do.

Aeon hasn't spoken a word since he cracked open his tin of polish. Hell, he'd barely explained himself in the first place, slotting himself between Mountain's knees and asking where his boots were. Mountain hadn't woken up quite enough yet to do more than gesture towards the closet.

He's awake now, though. Has been since Aeon shoved the awful things onto his feet and laced them tight. Mountain can't stand his uniform boots under normal circumstances; they cut him off from the song of the earth and their slight heels make his ass sore. They're relegated to the depths of the closet between tours, wearing them an inconvenience at best and a nuisance at worst.

And yet he'd let Aeon put them on him. Let the other ghoul brush them, scrub them, apply some sort of cream to them and start the cycle all over again. It's a process Mountain never bothered familiarizing himself with - Rain has always polished his boots for him - but seeing the meticulous way Aeon works is fascinating.

As is the not-small tent in his pants.

It's obvious with the way he's kneeling, legs tucked tight under him with the sole of Mountain's second boot on his thigh, just to the left of that flannel-covered bulge. The first has already been polished glossy, firelight reflected in its gleam. Aeon's posture is tight, strained, but his hands move with the same relaxed precision as they do on his guitar.

"You really like doing this, huh?"

Mountain rubs at the base of one horn and Aeon gasps through his nose. He nods slowly so as not to dislodge the hand on his scalp, but doesn't answer. It's a shame not to hear that shake Mountain knows will be in his voice, but it's graced his ears enough to be easily imagined.

Aeon looks up as he swipes his brush over the toe of the boot, leaves shine in its wake.

Mountain thinks his eyes shine brighter.

They're heavy lidded and blown nearly black, pupils ringed with shimmering violet. His long, dark lashes flutter over flushed cheeks, a light dusting of color painted over the bridge of his nose. Spit-slick lips sit parted, exposing just the tips of his fangs. He looks like he's been ravished despite the fact that Mountain hasn't so much as kissed him yet.

It's lovely.

"Pretty little thing," Mountain coos, dragging gentle knuckles along the hollow of Aeon's cheek. He sighs and leans into it, nuzzles the back of his hand like an affectionate cat. His tail supports that imagery, wrapped around Mountain's forearm and squeezing gently. "You almost done down there, moondrop?"

Aeon nods again, the pink tip of his tongue flicking out between his fangs as he refocuses. It's not that he's rushing the other ghoul to finish, but Mountain wants to hear his voice. Wants to know why, exactly, Aeon shuffled his way here in his pajamas with his leather care caddy and decided to give his boots the royal treatment.

Mountain scratches at his scalp, Aeon shivers, and a sweet little wet spot soaks into his flannels.

Mountain's own cock twitches against his thigh at the sight. He's remained mostly soft for the duration of this, despite the effect it's clearly having on the other ghoul, but the reveal of Aeon's lust-slacked face was enough to have him chubbing up. He rubs at the ridge of the head through his jeans, noting with a smirk the way Aeon's brushing hand stutters.

Mountain massages himself with a lazy hand, rests the other on Aeon's downturned face, caresses his cheek. Drags his thumb along a fang-swollen lip and makes a pleased sound at the way Aeon licks at the tip of it. Mountain stares at the other ghoul's clothed stiffy while he plays, watching it strain against the seam of his pants. He'd like to reach down and give it a good squeeze, but he resists. Wouldn't want to interrupt.

He sticks his thumb into Aeon's mouth instead, and the groan it earns him is well worth the silence he's endured.

The scratch of the brush stops soon enough. Aeon picks up a discarded chamois for one last bit of polish, a few swipes over the calf and along the zipper, finishing his self-imposed task with a pleased sigh. He doesn't move Mountain's foot, leaving it resting heavy on his thigh while he sets his supplies back in their places. Mountain watches him with a smile curling at the corners of his mouth - Aeon sucks at his thumb the whole time, drool slipping out around the invading digit to wet his hand.

"If I take this away," he murmurs, hooking his thumb behind Aeon's lower fangs, "will you tell me what's gotten into you?"

Mountain hooks a finger under his chin and drags Aeon's gaze upwards. He's flushed darker now, sweaty along his hairline, stunning eyes nearly closed. Mountain grips tighter, gives his head a shake, and he swears he can hear Aeon's brain rolling loose in his head.

He gurgles out an uh huh and Mountain chuckles, pulling his hand away. He wipes Aeon's drool off on the other ghoul's shirt and Aeon bites his lip, quivering hands sliding up to rest on Mountain's knees. They'd started shaking the moment he'd finished his work. Mountain watches his throat work as he swallows, still palming his head through rough denim.

At length, sounding drunk on something Mountain is intimately familiar with, Aeon speaks.

"Wanted to...for a while now," he murmurs, idly squeezing at Mountain's legs.

"Wanted to polish my boots?"

Aeon's eyes flick between the place Mountain works his cock and the shine of the leather. He chews his lips and nods again, narrow chest heaving more and more as the minutes pass.

"You don't take very good care of them," he chides, a surprisingly stern tilt to his voice. Mountain raises an eyebrow. "It's a shame," Aeon continues, tilting his head to further admire his work.

"Didn't realize you were such a stickler for uniform maintenance," Mountain teases, tapping Aeon's other leg with his toe. "I hardly wear the things anyway, I don't -"

"You should," Aeon interrupts, eager and a bit breathless. "They suit you." His slim hips move of their own accord, a quick, pointless little hump and Mountain could not possibly mistake for anything else.

"Is that so?"

Aeon nods, lithe fingers drifting from Mountain's knee to ghost over supple leather. He can see the pale reflection of the other ghoul's hand in it - he really did do an incredible job.

"They're hard to play in," Mountain complains, flexing his ankle. It pushes the sole of his boot into Aeon's thigh and the kneeling ghoul sucks air though his teeth. "Not flexible enough."

"Just gotta break 'em in," Aeon offers, and there's that shake Mountain wanted to hear. His smile morphs into something devious when Aeon shifts enough to spread his knees, looking up at him with frank desire. Couldn't be more obvious if he tried.

"And how would you suggest I do that, little star?"

Aeon sighs, grips his ankle, and guides Mountain's foot to rest against his crotch. He hisses, brow furrowing at the first hint of contact, and the ghoul leans forward to rest his cheek on Mountain's knee. He reaches an elegant hand up to fondle Mountain's visible tip, rubs it with two fingers, and with a groan Mountain presses the toe of his boot into Aeon's stiffness.

"Fuck, just like that," Aeon gasps, hips hitching forward immediately. "Don't hold back," he encourages, peering up at Mountain through those thick lashes, "treat me like your kick drum."

Aeon gives him a squeeze, and Mountain does.

[divine-misfortune]

hi void! i hope you’re having a wonderful day/night/evening/existence in your part of the world :))

I just wanted to see, if for the Nsfw prompts, you would consider something with Mountain/Aeon? Number 10 on the list is what i was kinda vibing with BUT whichever you feel fits is fantastic!

No pressure at all - just have fun with it :))

appreciate you!!! ☺️🫶✨🦇

I wasn't sure if you meant 10 for dialogue or for scenario so I just went with the dialogue prompt - I hope that's okay :))!!

"Harder." "Harder? Are you sure?"

Cw for choking but it's fairly tame aside from that!!

"Choke me."

Mountain's fingers pressed that much deeper into the soft skin at his hips, nails sure to leave angry red crescents in their wake. It's an easy enough request but it still manages to punch the air straight from his lungs, a low almost groan like a creaking tree bending as not to snap. He had to remind himself to breathe, slow measured inhales through his nose and a paced exhale through his teeth. The mental image of the sweet new-summon gasping helplessly under his palm made his balls feel tight.

It's the urgency in Phantom's voice that makes his stomach twist up into neat little knots. A brand of raw desperation and a little vulnerability hidden in his plea. Phantom so rarely wanted out loud.

"I...Are you sure?" He managed to ask in a fairly stable voice despite the clutch of Phantom's body around him. Only a slight warble.

"Want it, been wanting you to."

Pushing himself onto his elbows, Phantom looked back at him. Pupils wide and dark, desire consuming the violet of his eyes. He was pleading. Big, wet puppy eyes that managed to tug at something in his chest, and maybe gave a bit of a tug at something in his belly.

"Please Mount..."

Cautiously Mountain wrapped a soft hand around Phantom's neck, his palm wide enough to engulf him. His head tipped back from the weight of his hand alone, practically laying himself bare at the earth ghoul's mercy. He gasped. The muscles in his shoulders visibly tensed as his grip adjusted but loosened the second Mountain granted him that delicious pressure.

He exhaled shakily as Mountain's hand settled into place, just enough to invite a familiar fuzzy sensation into the far edges of his mind. The careful thumb stroking along the nervous pitter patter of his pulse only coaxed it to creep further in. Phantom hummed appreciatively as the comfortable haze began to wash over him, eyelids growing heavy.

"There you go bug, that's a good boy." Mountain cooed as he draped himself over his back, nosing sweetly into the juncture of his neck. His praise is spoken in whispers against warm skin, mindful not to startle the poor thing out of the safety of his own head - not when a little squeeze of his throat had Phantom's walls bearing down around his cock

The gentle giant's nature was something Phantom was grateful for, from the tentative hold to the shallow rolls of his hips, but it doesn't quite satisfy the itch. The ache that nagged behind his eyes and refused to let him slip under entirely, it demanded more.

"H-harder." Phantom croaked, a flash of uncomfortable heat flushing his cheeks and burning in his belly. Something between shame and embarrassment. He's suddenly grateful for their position.

"...Harder?" Mountain sounded like he was frowning and Phantom chewed at his lip when those short thrusts went still. "Petal...Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."

"Won't hurt me," he rested his own hand over Mountain's, comedically small in comparison. Something he ignored for the sake of reassurance. "Trust you to make me feel good."

The admission hit Mountain hard, his cock kicking inside of him. Mountain growled and pushed himself the slightest bit deeper, hips pressed flush to his cute little ass. He could only grind so deep into him but Phantom wriggled back against him like Mountain might be able to give him another inch or two.

"Rainy says I get so tight when he chokes me, tells me I feel so good around his cock when I can't breathe." Mountain felt Phantom's hand over his own pressing ever so slightly in encouragement. It was his turn to feel dizzy. "I can take it, I'll take it, just...give it to me."

He hissed at his own weakness, internally cursing his inability to say no to him. Especially when he pleaded in that voice. Mountain curled his fingers around his throat until the little ghoul let out as much of a pleased chuff as he could manage. He buried his face into those soft dark curls and breathed him and all of his need in. Mouth watering in its sweetness, blackberry syrup and a faint trace of bergamot.

"You always do lovebug," Mountain snapped his hips forward, feeling the air knocked straight out of his lungs. "Gonna be so good for me, show me how well you take it honeybee."

[iamthecomet]

Pretty Please, i need to hear more of your thoughts about the new guy & Mountain in the greenhouse. I am so weak for the thought of them not being able to wait until they get back to one their rooms. Maybe because the new ghouls is so nervous, he has a little feeling of wanting to "get it over with" & Mountain has been waiting for him to ask but trying not to make a move incase he spooks him 😭😭

Yes of course! Not quite headcanons, not quite a ficlet, about Aeon and Mountain's first time under the cut.

To be fair, Aeon and Mountain danced around each other for a while before the green house incident. Mountain didn't want to push Aeon into anything he wasn't ready for, and Aeon didn't know how to ask without making things awkward. He feels adrift a lot of the time. Like he's looking in through the window at the existing pack and trying to find a way to squeeze himself into it. They're all so close, they've been together for so long. It's not that they don't want him or include him. They do (most of them). It's just that there are so many inside jokes and casual touches that he hasn't figured out how to earn yet. He knows Aurora feels the same way--and that makes them gravitate around each other. Sleeping in the same bed most of the time, curling up with each other instead of the other pack members. So, he knows, that probably isn't helping his cause. The earth part of him is drawn to the gardens, the greenhouses, the forest. To Mountain. He feels an equal pull toward Aether--but Aether lets him in. Talks to him. Teaches him. They spend time together while Aeon tries to master his quintessence magic and learn Aether's guitar parts. Mountain is different. Quiet. Reserved. Communicating more often with touch and eye contact than actual words. Everyone else seems to be able to understand him. Like a secret language Aeon doesn't know but yearns to learn. Something about Mountain smells like home. So, he asks Mountain for help with his earth magic. It's always been weaker than quintessence. And he doesn't have plans to use it, shouldn't need to. But it gets him surrounded by the smell of fresh tomato vines. It gets him into the greenhouse, warm and humid and smelling like turned earth. It gets him close to Mountain. And Mountain is happy to indulge him. To teach him to use his magic gently, to coax flowers from their buds, to push roots deeper. To support life. It happens all at once. The building chemistry between them pulling taut one afternoon while Mountain is teaching Aeon about topside growing seasons and how he gets around them. Aeon doesn't plan it. Mountain just has a smear of dirt across his cheek. His freckles golden in the sunlight streaming through the glass walls of the greenhouse. He smiles fondly at Aeon and then Aeon is on him. Awkwardness be damned. Hands threading through the waves of Mountain's hair. Mouths slotting together in a kiss that tastes like fresh herbs and sunlight. They don't make it back inside because it just happens. Aeon sliding into Mountain's lap. Grinding down against him. And Mountain pulling him in. Holding him close. Dragging dirt dusted fingers over Aeons ribs, through his sparse happy trail, over pebbled nipples. And Aeon is responsive. Shuddering in Mountain's arms with each light tough, gasping into his mouth as Mountain drags a blunt nail over a nipple. And how is he supposed to wait now that he has him? Mountain lays back in the soft dirt--next time he'll let Aeon get dirty. But not yet, not the first time. He works Aeon open slowly, drags it out for as long as he can. Basking in the noises Aeon makes. In the way his body shudders and clenches. In how when Mountain makes him cum the first time Aeon bends down and digs his fangs into Mountain's collarbone as he spills across Mountain's stomach. They take it slow, decadent, lazy. Aeon grinds down on Mountain's cock, drives it into the spot inside of him that makes him twitch over and over. Mountain tries not to press bruises into Aeon's narrow hips and fails. Despite the locale, it feels like luxury, decadence. The sun has dipped to the edge of the horizon when they finally make it back inside. Mountain's hair, and Aeon's knees dusted with a fine layer of dirt. Aeon just barely catches the look Rain and Dew share when they catch sight of them--knowing. Like they've been there before. Mountain doesn't give him a chance to linger--to ask--before he's pulling him off toward his room for a bath, and another round.

[vampireflash]

looking glass

uuuh mountaeon hand ficlet for @riconas

nearly 1k words of aeon getting fingered and mountain being a tease.

trans aeon, clit + cunt used for terms. implied cis mount.

contains: soft, gentledom mountain & needy, shy aeon. mirror sex ?, they r in love ur honor 🫶🏻

Aeon breathes, in and out, eyes locked on the mirror in front of him. Mountain stands behind him, big hands wrapped around the smaller ghoul’s waist, clever fingers dipped into the curve of his hipbones.

“Yeah?” Mountain muses, pressing feather light kisses into Aeon’s hair, a cheeky smirk plastered on his smug face.

“Uh-ugh, m’yeah. M’hm.” Aeon mumbles, dumbly.

Mountain hums, deep and bassy as he slides those sinful hands lower, down into the coarse hair on Aeon’s lower belly. Down, tapping his fingers just a tad too close to where the quintessence ghoul wants them most. Aeon whines with it, knees knocking together as he sways on his feet. Mountain pulls him flush against his chest, evidence of his arousal pressed hotly to Aeon’s back.

“I don’t think it’s fair that you have clothes on and I don’t.” Aeon says, tipping his head up to look Mountain in the eye. The earth ghoul grins, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Aeon’s cheek.

“All in time, moonflower, all in time.” Mountain tsks, a soft disapproval. “Eyes on yourself, like I told you, hmm?”

Aeon squirms, tilting his head back down to make eye contact with his very naked reflection. He swallows, belly swimming as Mountain drums one hand up his side, swirling patterns over cool grey skin. He caresses and pets, gooseflesh following in the wake of his dancing fingers. Mountain slides that one sinful hand up to cup the swell of Aeon’s chest, thumb swirling around a pert nipple.

Aeon whines, shivering in Mountain’s hold, thighs clamping together. Mountain chuffs, dipping his other hand lower.

“Open, darling.” He murmurs into Aeon’s hair, softly chiding.

Aeon obeys, shuffling his feet apart. Mountain drags a lazy finger through his folds, nipping at the shell of Aeon’s pointed ear.

“Look at you, all for me, huh?” Mountain rumbles, reverent baritone rolling over the planes of Aeon’s back. Aeon places a hand over Mountain’s, the one dipped between the smaller ghoul’s thighs, fingers not even spanning around his wrist. He squeezes, lip caught in his fangs.

“Hmm? More?” Mountain teases. “Use your words, blossom.”

“Please, Mount.” Aeon mumbles, barely there.

“What was that? I can’t seem to hear you.” Mountain replies, easy as he draws lazy circles around Aeon’s clit.

Aeon shakes, knees bent as he slides against the larger ghoul. Mountain chuffs out a laugh, seemly taking pity on him as he slips a finger inside. Aeon’s breath catches like his body has forgotten how to breathe and his chin hits his chest, mouth hung open like a fish out of water.

“You really are needy aren’t you, hmm?” Mountain says, grinning against the hammering of Aeon’s pulse, teeth sharp. He hooks a claw under Aeon’s chin and tilts his head back up, eyes flashing in the mirror’s reflection.

Mountain kneels, bringing Aeon down with him, until they’re settled with Aeon pinned against the mirror with Mountain’s thighs bracketing his own. Mountain holds Aeon to his chest with his free hand, face in his neck like he’s committing his scent to memory, the hand between the quintessence ghoul’s quivering thighs never ceases its sinful torment.

Aeon shifts his hips, trapped between the incessant petting of teasing hands and the very prominent arousal of the owner of said hands. He whines, high and reedy, as he makes his choice. He rolls his hips downward, bouncing on Mountain’s fingers. Mountain slips another finger into the tight heat of him, rumbling lowly in his chest when Aeon whines with it.

Mountain crooks his fingers, searching, petting to find that one little spot that makes Aeon see stars. He tightens his hold around Aeon’s belly, fingers digging in, one hand nearly covering the entirety of the smaller ghoul’s abdomen. Aeon swallows, mouth dry, his eyes dropping down to where Mountain’s fingers disappear inside him, slick dripping from his cunt to the wood floors. He can barely breath, heart hammering in his chest.

Mountain growls, bares his teeth against the side of Aeon’s neck, fangs catching on the fragile skin. Aeon’s eyes snap back up to the mirror, watching himself, watching Mountain.

“Evil, you’re evil.” Aeon slurs, face slack as his hips jerk and spasm, eyes locked to his own reflection.

Mountain laughs, proving his point. “I know, my star.”

Mountain’s hand picks up speed, slick sounds flooding the room with noise. Tears gather in Aeon’s eyes, pupils blown wide with need. He whimpers, lips curling.

“Close.” He whines. “I’m-“

Mountain shushes him, the hand on his belly sliding up to rest on his chest, flat against the frantic fluttering of Aeon’s heart. “I know, let go, I have you.”

Aeon’s blood roars in his ears, hips rocking and tears finally spilling down his face as he cums, hard. He sobs with it, spasming and thrashing in Mountain’s grip, the mirror rattling against his knees.

Mountain presses his forehead to Aeon’s temple, humming softly as the other ghoul comes down. Aeon heaves, turning his head to bump Mountain’s horns with his, sniffling wetly. He squeaks when Mountain slips his fingers from his body, shivering the last of his arousal away.

Mountain kisses at his heated cheeks, a deep, rumbling purr settling in his chest. He sits back and pulls Aeon into his lap, nuzzling against his hair.

“You okay?” Mountain asks, hand smoothing down Aeon’s back.

“M’good.” Aeon mumbles, jaw slack as Mountain sways them back and forth.

Mountain smiles, warm this time, and takes one of Aeon’s smaller hands in his.

“Did good, did I?” He asks, already knowing the answer. “Maybe I’ll use more than just two next time.”

Aeon’s eyes catch on the sight of Mountain’s hand dwarfing his own and he swallows, breath caught in his throat.

“Um, when is ‘next time’ exactly.”

It’s going to be quite a long night.

[weensysunshine]

dew is really good at telling scary stories! maybe too good......

bonus !

dew doesn't have time for these scaredy pantses, plus my headcanon that the recent summons are a lot closer to the sisters in the ministry than the older ghouls

[genderlessghoul]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[nastylittleghouls]

Phantom: *brings a stick inside* Cumulus: No, sweetie. That belongs outside. Aether and Mountain, at yule: *bring an entire tree inside* Phantom: What the actual shit

[phantoms1kisser]

PHANTOM

WHY IS HE SO CUTE HES SUCH A LITTLE BUG I COULD JUST CRUSH HIM WITH MY SLIPPER.

[fruit-of-the-kaisarion]

fun fact, copia has freckles. i find this so important.

[noahl-art]

Mushy May - Day 2 : Late Night Snacks

Phantom has a hard time getting used to eating topside and ends up being very hungry at night, but Mountain is always there to fix them late night snack ✨

Thanks @forlorn-crows for putting together Mushy May!! (also here have a very handsome Mountain 🤲)

[forlorn-crows]

Compromise

Rating: M for Mature

Pairing(s): Aeon/Mountain

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, complicated relationships, emotional post-ritual hotel hand-jobs, some dry humping, and magick use. mountain and aeon need to figure their shit out. tonight is not that night.

Words: 2,905

Summary: He and Aeon haven’t talked, not really, about where they stand with each other. There hasn’t been time, especially not when he’s constantly plastered to Rain and Swiss’ sides instead. Mountain understands. He does. But the longing for familiarity was too hard to ignore tonight, tugging him to Aeon’s room after a sour night at a local dive bar. or Mountain misses Aether. Who he has is Aeon.

Read on AO3 or below the cut:

There’s a pregnant pause, stale hotel air lingering between them.

“I’m not him.”

“I know that.”

“Mount—”

“Please, don’t make me ask again. I just thought . . . I just thought maybe I could be selfish. For once.”

“You don’t really want me, do you.”

Aether is the name that goes unspoken. Mountain swallows. Fidgets with the hem of his shirt.

“That’s not it,” he says at length. “You know that’s not it.” 

“But tonight?”

Mountain sighs. There’s a stinging at the corners of his eyes that he blinks away. He and Aeon haven’t talked, not really , about where they stand with each other. There hasn’t been time, especially not when he’s constantly plastered to Rain and Swiss’ sides instead. Mountain understands. He does. 

But the longing for familiarity was too hard to ignore tonight, tugging him to Aeon’s room after a sour night at a local dive bar. 

“Miss him,” Mountain whispers to his shoes, ashamed to say it. Ashamed to admit the reason he showed up was because he can’t get the itch for quintessence out from under his skin. “Miss . . .” he gestures vaguely, “ it .” 

Aeon nods and opens the door another inch. 

“Okay,” he says simply. A flicker of what looks like pity crosses his face, but it’s replaced with a kind smile just as quickly. 

Mountain contemplates turning right back around. He doesn’t need pity. He needs comfort . 

“Come on, big guy,” Aeon says, still holding the door open. It snaps him into movement, shuffling his feet through the doorway and pausing in the middle of the room while Aeon shuts and locks the door behind them. 

“It’s not my intention to insult you by seeking your company,” Mountain mutters, spinning to face the quintessence ghoul. 

Aeon shrugs. “We’re packmates now. If I can help then . . .” He reaches out to capture Mountain’s hand in both of his, smoothing over his knuckles with his thumbs. He speaks with such ease, such confidence, always. “I’ll help. But it’s me , not him. Okay?” 

“You,” Mountain agrees. 

Aeon turns his hand over, running lanky fingers along the lines of his palm. “What do you wanna do?” he asks quietly. 

Mountain watches him trace across his skin, guitar-roughened fingertips dipping into the valleys between his own callouses. In another circumstance, he’d lean into it. Let his fingers drift down the veins of his wrist, migrate to other places. Or, maybe he’d joke about him reading his fortune through the junctions of wrinkles, and Aeon would tease back about seeing himself in his future. 

Tonight, though, Aeon simply looks up at Mountain expectantly, fingers stilling. 

“Um, can we lie together?” Mountain finally asks. “You at my back and . . .” He glances down at their hands again. “I want to feel it,” he whispers after another moment. “You. Your magick.” 

“Use my quintessence on you?”

Mountain nods silently. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked. But he’s already bared his underbelly to Aeon now, vulnerability on display. 

“Only a little bit.”

Aeon tilts his head, narrows his eyes in thought. Then he shrugs and lets Mountain’s hand fall back to his side. 

“Sure,” he says, stepping back some. But he offers a genuine smile, dark onyx eyes meeting emerald green. “I’ll let you get comfy first. However you like.”

Mountain attempts a smile in return. But it’s bittersweet, weary. 

“Thank you.” It’s a loaded statement, one he hopes Aeon can parse out the multitude of thanks that he really means. He toes off his half-tied shoes and shucks his flannel, setting them by the door. He hesitates, but takes his jeans off too, adding them to the top of the pile before heading back towards the bed Aeon’s currently turning down for them. 

Mountain sets his hands on the quint ghouls shoulders. “Will you let me help you with, uh, these?” he asks, pinching the fabric of Aeon’s hoodie between his fingers. 

He nods over his shoulder and steps aside. “Here. Sit down first.” 

Mountain obliges, sitting on the edge of the mattress. Aeon places himself between his legs, holding his arms out at his sides. Mountain slips his hands under the hem, slowly running his palms up his taut stomach, then around to the space between his shoulder blades. He rucks up the fabric in his hands, encouraging the smaller ghoul to duck so he can slip it over his head, minding his horns. 

Aeon blinks, shakes the hair from his eyes. “Hi,” he deadpans.

The earth ghoul huffs a laugh through his nose. “Hi,” he mumbles, pulling the rest of the garment down the length of his arms and off at the wrists. 

“Don’t know that I’ve ever seen you this close before,” Aeon muses after Mountain tosses his sweatshirt aside. Casual. Conversational. Like Mountain didn’t almost embarrassingly stomp away down the dingy corridor a few minutes prior. 

“It’s kinda like seeing you for the first time.”

Mountain looks at him then, picking out the tiny specks of lavender in his dark eyes. His eyes flit across the rest of his face; over the lighter blotches of gray skin, his angular nose, the deep indentation of his pronounced philtrum above thin lips, and all the way up to the perpetually messy layers of short, dark hair. 

“Suppose it is,” Mountain admits. “Can I . . ?” His hands hover over Aeon’s waistband, waiting for permission. 

“Yeah.” 

Mountain unbuckles his belt and undoes the fly of his pants, pausing ever so at the elastic of his boxers. But his fingers twitch away, grasping at the front belt loops and pulling down. Aeon hooks his thumbs into the side of the waistband and shimmies the fabric off his narrow hips, letting the weight of the belt take them the rest of the way down. He kicks them aside, and now the two ghouls match in only t-shirts, underwear, and socks. 

“Acceptable?” he asks, tail shaking out behind him. 

Mountain nods and scoots across the bed. Aeon climbs in after him and settles at his back, pressing their bodies together and draping an arm across Mountain’s middle. 

The earth ghoul wills his spine to unstiffen, to relax. He sighs heavily and feels those tears prickling in his eyes again, hot and stinging. 

Aeon’s other arm snakes under his neck, and his hand comes to rest on the bed next to his forearm. Making a fist and relaxing again. His other hand drifts up towards his sternum, pressing gently as Aeon’s arm melds into his torso. 

“Can you reach the light?” the quint ghoul asks, voice right against Mountain’s ear. He shivers, but reaches over to switch off the reading lamp attached to the headboard. Only the light from the lamp posts outside filters in through the gauzy curtain now, bathing them in muted tones. 

Aeon hums and rubs his thumb over Mountain’s chest. Lazy, slow movements that contrast the frantic beating of his heart just under his hand. 

“Relax, big guy,” he whispers, sending another shiver down his spine. 

Mountain makes a wet, almost pathetic noise at the back of his throat, tail winding around his own calf anxiously. 

Aeon hushes him, and finally he feels that telltale buzz of magick at the places they touch. “I’ve got you.” 

Quintessence bleeds into his skin and seeps down deep into his bones. His body loosens of its own volition, sinking into the mattress and into Aeon. Mountain squeezes his eyes shut and fights not to groan with relief.

He succeeds only barely. “ Fuck ,” he hisses. 

“There you go,” Aeon praises at his back, still rubbing his thumb over the earth ghoul’s sternum. “Better?”

Mountain nods fervently. “Yeah,” he breathes. 

“Good.”

He sinks down into the buzzing in his veins, letting his mind drift as quintessence floods every inch of him. It’s crisper than Aether’s; a cool and precise touch where his would be warm and syrupy. More like the shivers he gets when he listens to Dew’s Respite solo or when Cumulus combs through his hair with her perfectly scratchy nails. 

It hits his brain in waves, every follicle on his body tingling with sensation. Logically, he knows it’s not a lot of magick Aeon’s given him. But he can’t help the way his body soaks it up like parched earth in a rainstorm. Not even because he’s been away from Aether. It’s just his natural response, taking every last little spark into his being and happily letting it take him under. The essence of the universe, of the earth itself, seeping in methodically and euphorically. 

Any part of his brain that feels guilty, weird, or embarrassed about this shuts down in a matter of moments, finally leaving him with the sense of peace he’d been seeking in the first place. 

He can feel Aeon snuggle up even more behind him, feel his hand slip lower to rest on Mountain’s stomach. 

He groans for real then, almost bending in on himself as the quintessence dripping from his hand sinks directly into his core. 

“Feel good?” Aeon asks, voice a little husky. 

More than good, really. He doesn’t want to admit just how much it’s affected him, but he’s sure his body speaks enough for him. Aeon’s hand hovers just above where his cock pokes at the elastic of his boxers, hard against hip. It kicks hard as another shiver works its way down his spine, and Mountain’s sure Aeon can feel it. 

“Sorry,” he gasps, grabbing Aeon’s hand so it doesn’t shift further south. “Can’t help it, I—”

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Mountain’s eyes flutter, fingers tightening around Aeon’s hand. Something twists in his gut, but not from arousal. 

Aeon swallows. “We don’t have to. Just. Thought I might offer,” he says in an uncharacteristically small voice. But even through the haze settling over his senses, Mountain can feel how Aeon is hard too, his chubby length pressing into his ass. The two thin layers of fabric between them do nothing to hide it.  

“I think . . . I think I might like that,” the earth ghoul breathes, barely loud enough to be audible. As if stifling his voice he could somehow deny he didn’t want Aeon’s lithe hand to wrap around his cock and pull until he leaks and—

“Unholy—”

“ Lucifer, ” Mountain gasps, arching into Aeon’s hand. The quint ghoul lifts his head as Mountain’s tips back, hooking his chin over his shoulder to get a better look at his hand down the earth ghoul’s pants. 

“How’s that?” 

Mountain huffs a laugh, because obviously it’s good. It feels weird and wrong and right all at the same time, but he doesn’t know how to put that into words, so he groans out a good instead. 

Aeon lets loose a purr, a short, kitten-sounding thing. He tucks his face deeper into the crook of Mountain’s neck, pulling at him from base to tip with lazy strokes. 

“Does it feel like me?”

It takes a moment for Mountain’s brain to catch up to him, to realize what Aeon’s just asked him. He sighs and reaches a hand back to grip his thigh. “Just you, bug,” he promises. 

Aeon’s breath fans over his collarbone, ruffling his shirt collar. 

“Good,” he says gruffly. Mountain can sense a darker tone to it, but it doesn’t matter once his hand kicks up the pressure, twisting over the wet, wide head of his dick and gripping tight at the base on the downstroke. 

Mountain’s abs tense each time he reaches the patch of curls at his groin, twitching his hips and his cock into nothing. He lets himself get lost in Aeon’s touch, in his magick. Mouth going slack and eyes going glossy as he fucks slowly into his tight fist. 

The smaller ghoul throws a leg over Mountain’s hip, rutting his stiffy flush between his clothed cheeks. Another burst of quintessence hits him, likely not on purpose. But it dials into his arousal all the same, causing his cock to spit a glob of precum over Aeon’s knuckles. 

“ Shit ,” Aeon hisses. “How’re you so wet ?”

Heat rises to Mountain’s cheeks, coloring them with a ruddy blush. “You—your type of magick,” he whines. “Does something—makes me— fuck .” Another drop wells up in the slit. Aeon smears it with his thumb. 

“Damn,” is all he says before he starts stroking in earnest, groaning along with Mountain as he humps against his back. What started as languid and hypnotizing quickly turns to heavy and heated. Aeon’s hand steadily increases its pace, his hot breath huffing against the side of Mountain’s face as he humps faster and harder against him. Seeking his own pleasure as much as Mountain’s.

It’s good until it isn’t, Aeon’s enthusiasm bordering on frantic as his pace squeezes hard at Mountain’s emotional state. His head goes staticky, pinpricks of too much cutting through the haze. Suddenly everything is Aeon, down to the smell of oud and iron smothering the air around them. 

Mountain grips his thigh, whimpering and arching away from it all. 

“Not—Aeon, fast —too fast,” he stammers, wringing the sheets with his free hand. 

Aeon falters. Stills his hand at the base of Mountain’s cock and separates their hips. He clears his throat and tries to catch his breath. The only sound for a handful of moments is their shared panting, rapid and harsh against the backdrop of the droning AC unit. 

“You want me to stop?”

"No," Mountain groans, that pleasant tingly feeling turning into an itch under his skin. "Just. I need . . . slower, please." 

Aeon's about to speak, but Mountain interrupts. 

"Not like him," he corrects. "Slower. That's it." 

Mercifully, he feels the quint ghoul nod against his back. 

"Slower," he agrees. "Can I?" He runs his thumb along the underside of Mountain's cock, gone slightly soft because of the overwhelm. 

The earth ghoul takes a shaky breath and nods, covering Aeon's hand with his own. 

"Could you give me more first?" he asks quietly. "Your magick."

Aeon hums. "Yeah, okay." The itching stops within a few heartbeats, replaced again with cool tingles at the base of his scalp. They travel down to his belly, settling in a lazy pool that stirs up his arousal once more. He takes a deep breath, and another, ending with a relieved sigh. 

Mountain guides Aeon's hand then, up and down in a firm fist until he's fully hard once more.

"Yeah, show me," Aeon mumbles, melting his hips back to Mountain's ass. 

"Better," Mountain sighs. " Oh , that's better." 

"Like this?" Aeon mirrors the same movements as before, just in drawn-out motions.

Mountain nods. "Thanks," he whispers, letting his eyes close.

"I gotcha, big guy." 

It isn't perfect. But it's good. Every drag down the head tugs on his foreskin, enough to make him gasp but not hard enough to hurt. He's leaking steadily in no time, the quintessence aiding in helping him let go. Every once in a while Aeon reaches down to cup his balls, heavy as he rolls them across lithe fingers and squeezes them firmly. His own cock grinds steadily into Mountain's back. He’s definitely holding back, speeding up before remembering the earth ghoul's plea and slowing down again. 

It’s not perfect. It won’t be for a while, between them. But Aeon’s hand on his cock is good. His slight body pressed against his back is good. Lucifer below, the sharpness of his quintessence is good . 

Mountain whines when Aeon's free hand grabs his own, intertwining their fingers. The quint ghoul hooks his chin back over his shoulder, pressing his lips against Mountain's downturned ear.

"You close?" he asks. Curious, thankfully, not impatient.

The earth ghoul makes a pained hmmpf sound. "Almost. I—I don't know," he grunts, bucking up into Aeon's fist.

"S'okay," he soothes. “Lean into it.”

Mountain bites his lip and arches again, groaning when his grip shifts slightly. He dials into the steady trickle of magick bleeding out of Aeon’s palm, sinking right into his length. The more he focuses, the more concentrated it becomes, raising his arousal that much more. 

"Mountain?" Aeon questions with a moan. It's the first real noise he's made the entire time, and the fact he does it right against Mountain's ear makes him clench a little.

"Yeah?"

"Can I— shit . . . will you let me fuck you?" 

Mountain bites his lip, stifles a groan. There’s a flicker of ache in his heart for Aether again, but he does want Aeon. He knows he does. 

But not like this. Eventually, but not tonight. 

The earth ghoul whines. With effort, he shakes his head softly. He squeezes the hand intertwined with his own and reaches down to still the other, pulling it away from his body. Aeon makes a quiet, choked-off sound of confusion.

“How about like this instead.” Mountain turns around to face Aeon, regarding his flushed face in the dim room. “So I can look at you?”

Aeon’s dark eyes are nearly black as he stares back, big and round with want. 

“And then I can . . .” Mountain lowers his eyes and his hands, slipping one into the quintessence ghoul’s boxers to wrap his hand around his cock. 

Aeon groans, eyes rolling back and fluttering shut. “ Yes , that’s—”

“That’s okay? And you can touch me.” Mountain grabs his hand and puts it back around his length. “Like before,” he breathes, giving the smaller ghoul a hesitant stroke. 

“Okay,” Aeon nods. “Okay.”

Mountain rests their foreheads together, and a small crack forms in the invisible wall between them. 

[miasmaghoul]

The Forest for the Trees

Rating: E

Pairing: Mountain/Aeon

Contains: bratty Aeon, possessive Mountain, some rough, nasty bathroom sex, a little quintessence fuckery, Swiss causing problems on purpose.

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"He's not always like that, y'know."

Swiss had volunteered the words between puffs of his vape, passing it to Dew on his next exhale. They had been chilling in the common room after dinner, one that had been prepared by Mountain and Cumulus.

She had held his leash the whole time.

"Who? Like what?" Aeon had asked, feigning ignorance.

"Mount," Dew had provided. "You seen his hard side yet?"

"Mountain has a hard side?" He'd said it with genuine disbelief, it was simply too foreign an idea to fathom. Swiss had snorted, stroking Dew's shin.

"Oh yeah," he'd chuckled. "You get him worked up enough and he'll prove it."

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This started as an anon prompt, but it really got away from me lmao. Mountain can be mean every now an then. As a treat.

Read the rest on AO3!

[iamthecomet]

Mountain def also has his cock (or clit) pierced and Aeon loves worshipping the earth ghoul. Aeon could def be in between Mountain's legs for hours

You are so so right.

Aeon just resting his head on Mountains thigh as he laps at him. Gives him nice lazy head. Rolls the piercings (more than one, of course) around with his tongue. Moaning at the bright earthy burst of Mountain in his mouth, and the way he shakes and spills when he cums. He loses track of time like that. Jaw sore. The sun rising. And Mountain with one hand in Aeons hair, thumb stroking over a dark horn. Panting, as Aeon takes him apart over and over again.

[wolves333]

Rhrn gifs♥️

I love my bugs

(the only bugs I wouldn't stomp)

[thelampisaflashlight]

Mountain: "There's a special place in Hell for people like Dew..." -watching Dew chase down a car at an alarmingly high speed because it hit their van and tried to drive off- "...It's whatever place fuckers like that go to. I think he deserves to torment them for all eternity. Look at my boy go." Dew, grabbing the bumper of the car and lifting: "GIMME YOUR INSURANCE DETAILS, BITCH! I JUST WANNA TALK-" Aeon, hanging out the window: "Can we get McDonald's when Dew's done?" Mountain, watching Dew pull the car backwards: "...One sec." -calling over to Dew- "Aeon wants McDonald's, what do you think??" Dew, without stopping what he's doing: "Sounds good to me! But tell him if he gets a kid's meal, and we get another one for Aurora, that he can't take the toy out of both, again!" Mountain, turning to Aeon: "Yes, but no toy thievery." Aeon: "Aw..."