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coffeeghoulie · 25 days ago

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aeon sends swiss a photo of their hand (with the finger tape on) wrapped around their dick and swiss nearly passes out send tweet

had too many thoughts about this and made it a 2k fic. I’m not sorry.

contains blowjobs, a facial, aeon being a Menace, Swiss being Down Bad, and Mountain ever "suffering" for his horny packmates.

tagging @belle--ofthebrawl for a completed wip wednesday fic.

divider by @wrathofrats <3

He’s expecting a text from Rain, something about uniform fittings and practices and the sort, so when Swiss’s phone buzzes in his back pocket, he wipes the dirt from his fingers on the apron he’s loaned from Mountain and picks it up without question.

It’s not Rain.

Instead, Swiss feels his throat catch just at the tiny thumbnail of the attached image.

Insect: got something for you for when you’re done with mount <3

Swiss swallows hard, heat blooming at the base of his spine from just the suggestion. Eyes locked onto the high contrast of black against skin. He’s rooted to the spot just like the young tomato plants he’s been helping Mountain repot.

“I- Mount, something came up,” Swiss says, not taking his eyes away from his phone screen. He hasn’t even opened the message yet, just staring at the notification on his lockscreen. “’M sorry to bail-”

The earth ghoul chuckles. Swiss jolts, turns to face him. There’s a knowing smirk written across his face, tail swishing good-naturedly behind him. “I can handle the rest of them,” he laughs. “Go on, then.”

“Thanks,” he says, all of the blood in his body rushing southward as he starts to leave, yelping as Mountain’s tail playfully smacks his ass as he goes. Grumbling lightheartedly, Swiss turns and rushes out of the greenhouse and back towards the Abbey.

Along the way, he realizes he should probably at least open Aeon’s message and not just leave them on delivered. Figure out what exactly he’s rushing into. Because while the thumbnail of the image gave him a pretty fucking good idea, he knows it pales to the full glory of the whole image.

He tucks himself into an alcove in the hall leading to the ghoul wing, turns the brightness on his phone down enough he’s not going to give himself away. Unlocks his phone and opens their message.

“Fuck,” he groans, bringing his hand up to his mouth to muffle the sound. His cock throbs hard against his zipper, pressure growing and fast, and he sinks his fangs into the meat of his palm.

Aeon’s got their hand curled around their cock, hard and ruddy against the pale lavender skin of their fingers. The black tape they wear during Rituals is wrapped around the first knuckle of their ring and pointer finger, the contrast sharp and severe. The tape catches the light from the flash of their phone the exact same way that the pearl of precum bubbling from their tip does. He notices his own bedspread under the creamy skin of their thighs, mouth watering at the thought of sinking his teeth into the delicate skin there.

Swiss swallows hard. He locks his phone after pressing the little star at the bottom of the screen. “Fucking- Lucifer, buggy,” he mumbles to himself, running a hand over his locs and pushing them from his face. “Trying to give me a fucking heart attack, I swear to Satan-”

He tries desperately to compose himself; while this may be a church of sin, there’s still something that feels a little crass about walking around with a boner visible from space. Smooths his hands down the front of his shirt, shuts his eyes and takes a breath. Though, above all else, Swiss does not want to keep his buggy waiting.

He doesn’t run the rest of the way to the ghoul wing but it is a very close thing. Dew greets him groggily from where he’s sprawled out on top of Aether, the pair napping on the common room couch, but Swiss can barely hear him over the sound of the blood rushing in his ears. He says hello, doesn’t even look over as he rushes down the hallway. Of course the door he wants is at the very end of the hall, and he growls a little under his breath at the slightest frustration.

The door is unlocked. The scent and sight of what’s waiting for him inside his own room both hit him at once like running straight into a brick wall.

Aeon’s laid out on his bed, wearing nothing but that black tape and the little silver earrings they always have in. One hand wrapped around their cock, painfully hard by the looks of it, the other tucked under their head. The rich scent of ozone and sweet blackberry hits him too, projecting smug arousal with pure force. The others must be able to smell it-

Aeon is his. They sent that picture to him. Swiss growls at the thought of the others seeing this.

Aeon turns languidly to take him in. “You sure got here fast,” they tease, giving themself a lazy stroke that they both know gives them no real pleasure. Too loose, all for show. “Thought you were helping Mounty in the greenhouse today?”

Swiss opens his mouth to throw their teasing tone right back at them, but finds himself unable to do much more than stammer. “He- He was just finishin’ up, bug.”

They raise an eyebrow in a near perfect arch, a laugh that sounds like a scoff ringing through Swiss’s skull. “Okay then, whatever you say, big guy,” they laugh. “I see you liked your gift.”

Swiss takes two steps towards the bed, their scent just getting stronger with every inch closer he gets to Aeon. “Liked it?” he says, swallowing hard as his mouth waters. Aeon squeezes around the base of their cock, another drip of precum spilling over the flare of their tip. Their eyes flutter for just a moment, teeth digging into their bottom lip and Swiss feels his cock kick, still trapped behind two layers of ever tightening fabric. “Buggy, baby, I don’t know if you know just how crazy you make me.”

“I know,” Aeon says, mismatched eyes bright even dilated dark with lust like this. Swiss wonders how long they’d been going before they decided to take a picture. ‘Believe me, I know. Could smell you the moment you walked into the den.”

Swiss groans, knees buckling. He makes it the rest of the way to the edge of the bed. His fingers twitch with the urge to reach out and caress the miles of smooth, lavender splotched skin on display. But he waits, meeting Aeon’s eyes.

“I’m yours, bug,” he says, flashing a boyish smile that Aeon eagerly returns. “Anything you want of me. Name it and it’s yours.”

Aeon runs the hand not loosely holding their dick through their hair, pushing their white forelock back. A little furrow forms in their brow, lips pursed in a pantomime of deep thought. Swiss and Aeon both know better though. Aeon wants, and Aeon hasn’t been shy about what they want for a very long time.

“I want your mouth on me,” they say, letting skinny thighs fall open, and they laugh as Swiss swallows, saliva flooding his mouth.

Swiss just smiles after he manages to compose himself some. “As my darling mate requests,” he says, finally allowing himself to reach forward and touch. The skin of Aeon’s thighs is soft and pale, and the flesh dimples as Swiss tightens his grip and pulls.

Aeon yelps, breaking into startled laughter as Swiss manhandles them how he’d like. Their ass just barely rests on the edge of the bed, and Swiss holds their legs open as he sinks fluidly to his knees. He doesn’t break eye contact the entire time.

Swiss sets one thigh and then the other over his shoulders, leans in to rub his cheek against their inner thigh. Aeon’s breath hitches, cock twitching as his stubble catches. “Smell so good, buggy,” he purrs, turning to nip at that spot until a dark bruise starts to bloom. Were he feeling a little more possessive, that bruise would have been a ring of toothmarks, a perfect print. But he’s content with this, scentdrunk after only a few moments.

Aeon, however, is not content. They huff, sitting up a little. Spindly fingers run through his braids. The edges of the tape, still a little tacky, catch a little on his hair. His attention flies back up to their face. “’M sure I taste better,” they say, guiding him to where they need him.

Swiss is happy to oblige. “Feed it to me, baby,” he says, letting his mouth fall open.

Aeon groans like they’ve been punched in the gut. Swiss’s cock throbs hard in time with his hammering pulse. He ignores it as Aeon wraps a hand around their shaft, so close that Swiss can almost taste them already.

They meet eyes as Aeon rests their tip on the flat of Swiss’s tongue. Pushes in until his nose presses against the sparse patch of hair between their thighs. He gags a little as the tip nestles into his throat, but he swallows around it just to draw another sweet noise from his mate’s lips.

“Fuck yes,” they groan, head lolling back as their fingers tighten in his hair. He swallows again, watching Aeon’s expression morph from mild impatience to sheer pleasure. “Love your fucking mouth.”

Swiss smiles the best he can with a mouthful of cock. He’s had a lot of practice doing so. His hands come up, worming their way under Aeon’s ass until he can get two good handfuls of fat and flesh.

He wants Aeon deeper. Needs them closer, needs them inside him so far that they tangle into one ghoul. He pushes their hips closer even though his lips are already sealed around the root of their cock, their balls pressed taut and tight against his chin. Precum drips straight down his throat as their dick twitches, and Swiss moans at the sensation, vibrating along sensitive skin.

Aeon’s fingers flex and tense in his hair, blunted claws scratching lightly at his scalp. Their hips buck, fucking their cock just the tiniest bit deeper down his throat until they physically can’t go any farther. “Lucifer, Swiss, baby,” they groan, a babbling mess. “Needed you so bad,” they admit. “Was gonna just get off but I wanted you.”

Swiss wants to respond with words, with “You have me” or “I’m here” or just “I love you,” but he’s admittedly too selfish to pull off of their cock to actually say them. He breathes deep through his nose, just getting drunker on their scent, and swallows again, keeping his eyes on theirs. Tears run down his cheeks as he fights what little gag reflex he has left.

It doesn’t take much longer, Aeon already so worked up from teasing themself for Lucifer knows how long. Their fingers tighten in Swiss’s hair almost to the point of real pain. He lets them pull him off of their dick, coughing a couple times. His chin is sopping wet with drool, their cock just as shiny with spit and pre.

“Baby?” he rasps, looking for anything in their expression. Worry seeps into his scent.

Aeon sits up, one hand still tight in Swiss’s braids, holding him in place. Their other flies to their spit-slick dick, jerking it furiously. “You- fuck- you mark me all the time, makin’ me yours and shit,” they huff, narrow chest heaving as they pant. “My turn.”

Aeon growls, and a bolt of pure heat shoots straight to Swiss’s neglected dick. It twitches hard, and he’s suddenly worried he’s about to cum just from having his throat fucked. But he can’t look away from their hand flying on their cock, eyes crossing as he tries to follow a single piece of tape. It’s a blur of motion against ruddy skin.

“Gonna fucking paint you,” Aeon groans. Swiss can see the way their balls draw up against their body. Without being told, he opens his mouth, lolls out his tongue. Doesn’t even look at their perfect cock or their perfect hands. Locks his eyes to theirs.

“Give it to me,” he whispers, soft and gentle like he hadn’t just been deepthroating them. “Cum f’r me, buggy.”

Aeon’s mouth falls open in a silent cry, eyes squeezing shut. Their body tenses, and relaxes, and tenses again. Swiss doesn’t flinch as the first rope of cum hits him, splatters thick and fire ghoul-hot between his eyes and over the bridge of his nose. The next one hits his cheek, the third catching in his eyebrow and starting to drip down.

Aeon’s hand never stops working their cock, and they find their voice with a low, panting moan. Their chest heaves as they aim their dick lower yet, and the next pulse stripes right over Swiss’s lips and tongue.

He moans as they paint him with their taste, rich and salty and bitter and perfect. He relaxes even as it pulls at the deathgrip Aeon has on his hair. He doesn’t swallow, not yet, holds himself there with the evidence of Aeon’s pleasure painted all over his face. Just stares up at his mate and watches them work through their long overdue orgasm.

When Aeon finally comes down, they ease their grip on Swiss’s hair. “Fuck, baby,” they laugh, still a little breathless. “Look so good covered in me.”

Swiss chuffs happily. Every sense is reduced to just Aeon, their taste, touch, scent, the sight and sound of them burnt into his brain. “Feelin’ good, baby?” he asks, fingers smoothing down the backs of their thighs. His voice sounds completely shot to his own ears. At least he doesn’t have to sing anytime soon. “This what you wanted when you sent me that picture?”

Aeon throws their head back and laughs, and Swiss wouldn’t trade this for anything. “This was better than anything I could have wanted.”

“You know I aim to please,” he says, some of his normal confidence seeping back into his tone.

“You always do,” Aeon shrugs. They reach down for Swiss’s hands, helping him up off of his knees. If Swiss struggles to get up for a moment, neither of them mention it. Aeon arranges him laying next to them, eyes still locked onto the mess they’d made of him. “Now, baby. Let me return the favor.”

#one day i will write something other than swiss/aeon. unfortunately those freaks have dibs on 98% of my brainpower #disgusting and in love and just. fuck #scheduled for when i'm out of town #i get to be dot in person for half a week lets GO #finished this at 1 am last night after cleaning my entire apartment and i got to pack in the morning #it will be worth it #anyways #dot's writing #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #swiss ghoul #aeon ghoul #swiss/aeon #swisstom

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freneticfloetry · 1 month ago

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In grand celebration of ACD’s birthday, the Red, White & Royal Box is officially live!

The RWRBox comes in two separate sizes, and each is chock full of FirstPrince jewelry, collectibles, and custom ephemera. Full details are available in the listing, but here’s a peek at each box, as well as a few of my favorite things.

Both boxes have decorative inside lids. The Curated Collection box sports a stylized “you and me and history” quote alongside firework art reminiscent of the collector’s edition cover, while the Complete Collection features a framed FirstPrince portrait by @ambiguouspenny, backed by architectural sketches of the White House and Kensington Palace and flanked with yellow and English tea roses.

(It is literally impossible to do that portrait justice in a photo. I keep trying, but it honestly has to be seen in person for full impact. The veladora art, meanwhile, has been my lockscreen for months.)

The canon ephemera was painstakingly recreated from real-life examples. There was no Wimbledon in 2020, obviously, but Alex’s gold-foiled pass is based on two recent tickets to the Royal Box. For Henry’s gold-embossed invite to the White House, I studied past State Dinner invitations until my eyes crossed (and went through four rounds of typesetting revisions to find the perfect Copperplate font). And as for his little souvenir from the Olympics… that was based on an actual ticket to a Rio 2016 diving event (not the finals, but still — I swear you can find anything on the internet if you just go far enough down the rabbit hole). Dates on the tickets are completely book accurate.

Both pieces of post-canon ephemera feature messages from Alex to Henry. Had to lean into my fanfic roots somehow.

Each bracelet comes with a set of standard charms by default (their initials, a wedding cake, a love letter, and either an aquamarine — their joint birthstone — or a silver heart and red, white, and royal blue glass pearls). Customization-wise, there are almost forty additional charms to choose from.

The silk ipê-amarelo blossoms are from vintage garlands made by a local vendor and sadly not available anymore. Which is tragic, since they’re absolutely perfect.

With a few exceptions (the trinket box, room spray bottle, noisemakers, and portrait frame) the non-print items included in each collection were all sourced from small businesses and independent creators.

The stash of vintage and antique Austens amassed for this is probably out of control. They’re all hardcover and in fantastic condition, and span all titles (though it is, admittedly, pretty P&P heavy). The latest is from 1980, but the earliest thus far is that amazing pocket edition of Sense & Sensibility, which is from 1913.

The linen & room spray is skin-safe, though (for me, at least) it’s much more an atmospheric scent than a wearable one. For the record, the notes are “bergamot, clean linen, fresh cut grass, roasted coffee, a dash of cinnamon, and a whisper of smoke.” One of these days I’ll stop spraying my room down with it every night before bed.

Henry’s journal is covered in grey suiting tweed and has a tiny silver fox foiled on the cover, which makes me irrationally happy every time I see it.

Alex’s (lurid teal) “Hoe Dameron” kimono is fully embroidered, not screen printed. It does indeed have pockets. :)

I know I’ve teased this project twice already, but after months of building it bit by bit, it’s amazing to have it done and out in the world. I love these boys, and I’m so excited for the fandom to see everything inside. And to anyone who actually does order a collection, i just want to say thank you here — as a multiracial AfroLatina with my own ally to questioning to queer journey, Alex and his story mean so much to me, and I loved getting to bring it to life in this way.

You can find the Red, White & Royal Box here, with a full breakdown of what’s included in each collection.

A portion of each sale benefits the Broadway Youth Center, which provides basic needs, health and social services, and gender-affirming care to LGBTQ+ young people here in Chicago experiencing homelessness and housing instability.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask away — my comments and inbox are open. :)

(And for my fellow Tarlos folks: you’re up next.)

I am once again tagging the FirstPrince mutuals: @rmd-writes @welcometololaland @three-drink-amy @orchidscript @firstprince-history-huh @never-blooms @liminalmemories21 @cha-melodius @lightningboltreader @danieljradcliffe @actual-sleeping-beauty

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #alex claremont-diaz #henry fox-mountchristen-windsor #fandom memorabilia #red white and royal box #portmanteau project #happy birthday acd

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ewexyz · 1 year ago

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artsy-book · 4 months ago

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2024 art recap!! \^-^/

surprised at the amount of art i made this year and very proud of how lovely my art has looked this year <3333 cant wait to see what i make in 2025 and see how my art style improves and changes ^-^

(links to the artworks will be below for anyone interested :D)

January - honestly just really loved getting to play with dressing up my xisuma and evil xisuma designs hehe ^-^

Febuary - now this may be my only art post in feb. but i also loved how this turned out <3333 and i loved getting to play some with with my red panda scar and bunny mumbo ^-^

March - my first ever dtiys!! i think there are many things that i would love to go back and fiddle with and change but i think for how much i struggled with this drawing it turned out pretty alright ^-^

April - genuinly love how this pfp turned out ^-^ drew this as part of me rebranding my youtube channel to better match my current art style and i think it might be one of the cutest drawings of artsy i have done hehe

May - its my dadoes drawing!! \^-^/ seriously still super proud of how this drawing turned out, especially considering i could not find a good ref for the angle i was drawing xisuma in. so i think for as slightly wonky as the drawing is it is a real good show of my improvement ^-^ also love all the lil easter eggs and dbhc refs i put into that drawing hehe

June - i really love how my vex skizz turned out <3333 i really need to draw more skizz bc he was fun to draw hehe ^-^ also i want to do more hermit swaps in 2025 cause they are so fun :D

July - i started art fight off with a bang what can i say :) i am still so so happy that my last minute idea of writting souls in the sand in the stars turned out so well ^-^ i still have this as my lockscreen background on my phone <3333

August - i also still have this drawing as one of my backgrounds on my tablet <33333 made this for my friends birthday and i am beyond proud with how this turned out!!!

October - his drawing was very much a trust the process drawing and a lot of learning on the fly, but i think it turned out incredible! also abolutely love the costumes i drew for gem, pearl and etho so so much <3333

November - i really love how this lil drawing turned out ^-^ i think it is also one of the cutest i have drawn artsy and i also just love drawing my lil guy with my friends hehe :D also love the lil 24 i drew <333333 i need to draw my lil guy with my friends sonas more in 2025 i think hehe

December - very proud of this one a lot! for one i cranked this oout in like a day!! how i, a very slow artist, cranked this out in a day urprises me a lot. and the experiments with my mandala designs in the background were very fun and i think will greatly improve my designs in the future ^-^ and again i love all the lil easter eggs i left in the snow globe and i think this is the prettiest i have drawn sean to date :D

#artsy.art #i guess??? does this count as an art post?#anyways sorry not sorry for the rambling hehe #i cant help it ^-^#anyways cant wait to see what i make in the new year :D #2024 art recap

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