#poor swiss

[spoiledleaff]

dewdrop: “what the hell are you doing, swiss?”

swiss, doing laundry: “eh? oh, geez, dude! don’t startle me like that—“

dewdrop, taking no shit: “why do you have my blankets? what are you doing?”

swiss: “calm down, fuck. i’m just doing my laundry.”

dewdrop: “OKAY? but that doesn’t explain why you have my blankets?”

swiss: “fuckin— i swiped them? to toss ‘em in the dryer? geez, dew, what’s it look like i’m doing?”

swiss: “you said you were cold sleeping on the couch the other night, and since it’s winter, we know how you get with your magick and your old nihil joints, hehe.”

dewdrop: “but i just washed them.”

swiss: “yeah, i know. i’m just throwing them in the dryer so they’re warm for when you next wanna use ‘em. ‘s not that deep, dew. i’m not trying to somehow poison your fucking blanket.”

dewdrop:

swiss: “…?”

dewdrop, tackling swiss to the floor with a vice-grip on his head and smashing their lips together, tangling their tails together, and twirling their tongues together with a knee sliding up between swiss’ thighs, and—

[bet-hecate]

OMG SO TRUE i was like NOOOO show my boy Swiss 😭😭

free my ghoulie 😭😭

[sweetmapple]

2 chairs in the bar now, rejoice

[tinyluvs]

thinking about minuteman!mountain who absolutely can not look down when swiss drops to his knees and starts pulling at his belt, knows if he looks down, he will cum, immediately. but, swiss already knows that, doesn’t even think about going easy on him. he drags his lips up mount’s cock and then sucks hard at his tip, smirking to himself when mount’s tip begins to pulse against his lips, just seconds after he starts. mountain groans, blushing furiously but swiss loves it, tells him, look at me when i make you cum, and poor mountain spills the second he looks

minuteman!mountain who can’t take his eyes off of where his and aurora’s bodies are joined, vaguely listening to her count upwards but she’s just so warm and wet, he really can’t help it when he yelps as she moans the number, thirty seven. aurora gasps when he floods her cunt, riding him through it and then slows right down, a little pout on her face as she huffs, oh, it’s okay mounty, start again, one..two..three., and the higher she counts, the faster she rides him. how she expects mountain to beat his high score of a minute, ten seconds, he does not know

minuteman!mountain who lets rain straddle his thigh, grinding back and forth slowly until his tentacle pops out with a splash that soaks him, the earth ghoul whimpering as his cock kicks in the space between their bodies. rain coos, partly at how far gone mount already is and partly at how excited his tentacle is to see him, she’s missed you, he hums, letting her curl around mountain’s cock, slick, gentle, suckers latching on. rain knows he wont last long, it’s written all over mount’s face as rain says, go on, show her how much you missed her, cum for her mount

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𖤐 i wrote this while feeling like actual death so if there’s any mistakes, ignore them, i don’t wanna hear about em thank yew

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

*banging pots and pans together* WHO WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT FIRE GHOUL PUSSY?????

I made this post yesterday about fire ghoul pussy. People liked it, soooo I wrote something. This is unedited, uncut, and messy sooooo enjoy the filth!

Dew’s genitals are described using: tdick, clit, labia, cunt, cock

Swiss isn’t sure what to expect when Dew shyly invites him back to his room after his transition is complete. It’s understandable that Dew would be unfamiliar with his new anatomy after his elemental transition, but the new fire ghoul warns Swiss that he looks a lot different down there. Swiss doesn’t really care, he’s just happy to be able to give Dew a good dicking down.

Dew’s pants come off and he opens his legs. Swiss lays down on his belly to give his usual sloppy head and is greeted with… woah.

Dew’s tentacle is gone, replaced with a pretty tdick that makes Swiss’s mouth water. There are scales and ridges lining his outer labia that are smaller and softer than the ones lining his arms, legs, and tail. Swiss brushes his thumb over them, they’re slick from Dew’s arousal and feel somewhat like snake scales.

Swiss gently parts Dew’s folds and lets out a quiet chuckle. There are ridges, supple and the same dusky red as the head of his clit, along his inner labia, and they look like they continue inward.

“I know it looks weird-“ Dew starts, tail flicking nervously. Swiss digs his claws into Dew’s thigh with a small growl.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” Swiss rumbles before diving mouth-first into the heaven between Dew’s thighs. He tastes different, more musky and smoky now but with a hint of that previous salty sea air. Swiss’s long tongue tongue unfurls and slides into Dew’s cunt, making Dew gasp and whine happily. His hands weave through Swiss’s locs and pull his face closer.

Swiss hums and flicks his tongue along Dew’s hot and drooling walls. There are ridges inside him now, Swiss realizes, and his dick twitches where it’s pressed between the bed and his stomach. He grinds against the bed slowly, not wanting to blow his load before he gets to fuck Dew.

“Oh- Belial- Swiss-“ Dew gasps. “Ohhhh, right there, yes, baby, fuck, suck my cock just like that, mmmmmh-“

It only takes a few more minutes before Dew tenses up and gushes onto Swiss’s face. Swiss swallows as much as he can before sitting upright with a satisfied grin. Dew’s panting, pretty lips parted and chest heaving, and he drags Swiss down for a kiss.

“Fuck me,” he begs Swiss, and the multighoul is happy to oblige. With the first slide of his cock into that delicious heat, Swiss lets out an embarrassing whimper. Unholy shit, Dew’s so warm inside and he’s got ridges. Dew clenches around him and Swiss sees stars. He ruts into the little fire ghoul like a desperate animal, curses, growls, Ghoulish words, and Dew’s name falling from his lips. Dew digs his claws into Swiss’s back and wraps his legs around his waist.

Swiss cums embarrassingly quickly. He can’t be blamed, he supposes. Dew is hot and silky and dripping and moaning so prettily he just can’t help it. He pulls out and shoots his load onto the little pudge of Dew’s tummy. Dew gives his tdick a few strokes and follows suit with a needy groan of Swiss’s name.

Swiss miiiight be addicted now >_<

[spoiledleaff]

oh please, like rain doesn’t actively have a cockring over mountain’s dick, a butt plug in aether’s ass, a vibe in sunny’s pussy, and dewdrop is mysteriously missing from morning breakfast as rain is thumbing one remote in his right pocket with two others casually in his breast pocket.

c’mon on now. ♡

what if swiss called rain mommy in front of the others on accident

[ghostincorrectinternetedition]

Sister of Sin: Haha! You’re so cute and funny!

Rain: O.o 

Sister of Sin: You okay there?

Rain: *unintelligible screeching*

Swiss: What have you done!? He doesn’t know how to take compliments!

Rain: *shrieking while vibrating*

Swiss: ‘Sup, ugly fuck.

Rain: *stops* ‘Sup. 

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Swiss hurt/comfort because I love him. So, so much. Featuring Dew being the absolute best.

It's a peculiar feeling, being the only multi ghoul in the Ministry. Sure, there are some who come close, like three-elemental hybrid Aurora, but Swiss remains, to this day, the only ghoul to detain control of all five elements. Well. "Control" might be a strong word.

He is good with fire, has always been drawn to this element specifically. Quickly started hanging out with the fire ghoul bunch after his summoning, feeling like he might fit in best with them. He is good, yes, but no more than that. Good. Average good. Nothing like the effortless and precise mastery of the element displayed by the fire ghouls.

Air comes relatively easily to Swiss. He has Cumulus and Cirrus to thank for that. Summoned at the same time as them, he remains very close to the girls, and spent countless afternoon practicing with them, learning how to weave breezes and gusts of wind, earning countless praises and kisses whenever he made progress. Still, Swiss has none of the girls' grace or range when it comes to manipulating their common element.

Surprisingly, he is quite good with quintessence as well. Quintessence, this mysterious, elusive element that's known to be so hard to control, somehow doesn't give Swiss as much troubles as he'd expected. In Aether's opinion, it might be that Swiss is so very curious of people, his mind craving connection, which would encourage the spark of quintessence within his grasp. But of course, because there always is a "but", Swiss is far from fully in control of it. He would never try what Aether successfully does to calm pain, soothe nerves or various other things.

When it comes to water...well. Swiss can, with a lot of focus, fuck around with weak currents, direct some droplets to splash someone in the face, or even, thanks to Rain's patient efforts, developpe small gills which allow him to breath semi-decently underneath the surface of the lake, but that's about it. Swiss, as much as he sometimes wishes he could, will never slink through the currents with the water ghouls' elegancy, silent and blending in so very well with their element.

Which leaves earth. Ah, earth. Swiss can feel it, the thrumming under his skin whenever he's surrounded by the element, in the forest guarding the Ministry's grounds or even Primo's beautiful rose garden. Yet Swiss can barely access to that power keeping itself just out of grasp, almost as if it was taunting him. No amount of time spent in the greenhouses helping Mountain, listening to his advice or copying his careful gestures can change that. But Swiss knows it's there, can feel it, and, on rare occasions, has his suspicions confirmed when flowers sprouts around his horns after being subjected to especially intense emotions.

So that is what Swiss is. Jack of all trades, master of none. And it gets to him, sometimes. He knows, realistically speaking, that people like him. That the Clergy sees him as a blessing, the Siblings are irresistibly drawn to him, that the ghouls are all over him. And yet, sometimes, he cannot help but feel like an outsider, a freak, something that shouldn't be, or at least shouldn't be that way.

It's often Dew who notices first when Swiss starts spiralling that way. Everyone always underestimates how perceptive and attentive to others the fire ghoul is, but Swiss has been on the receiving end of his quiet comfort enough times to know Dew cares, a lot. And somehow, when Swiss is overwhelmed by the objectively speaking irrationnal feeling of not belonging, Dew always manages to reassure him.

Maybe it's because the fire ghoul remembers his water days, when he struggled to connect with his element and felt like a disappointment, even with Mist always fiercely supporting him and expressing her pride in what Dew grew to become. In any case, he always find the words to appease Swiss, or, when words aren't what he needs, what to do to make him feel better.

A hand slipping in Swiss', an arm slung around his shoulders. A press of forehead against his, a cheeky kiss at the corner of his mouth. Sometimes, understanding that all Swiss needs is to be smothered with affection, Dew simply throws himself at the multi ghoul and wrestles him onto his back with surprising strenght before calling for a cuddle pile.

It's harder to feel like an outsider when your packmates are all purring and making happy noises on top of you.

[dewsgremlin]

Phantom, sitting on the couch with a cold: "Where is Dew?"

Swiss: "Don't know, bat. Probably doing sport. With Rain. In the bed. Why are u asking?"

Phantom, tilting head: "He is doing sport? But Dewdrop hates sport..."

Swiss, looking confused: "Not that kind of...well, nevermind, just forget it... Why do u think that?"

Phantom, wiping his nose with the back of his hand: "He said to me that he hates me, because my nose is running all the time."

*confused Swiss noise*

Phantom, thoughtful: "But my nose isn't even running. It's still in my face - no sport at all."

Swiss: ...

Phantom, still thinking while touching his nose: "Maybe Dew just don't like noses doing sport? I hope his nose isn't running when he is doing sport with Rain. Dewdrop wouldn't appreciate that, huh?"

Swiss: ...

[ravenssilver]

part three of my unintentional, untitled aeon series

part one part two

now, 981 words of aeon being tired

Aeon was in the kitchen early one morning, his lilac eyes clouded with exhaustion.

He sipped some coffee. He had made it the way he had seen Mountain make it for Dew. He wasn’t sure if it liked it. It tasted burnt.

Though, since it was the same kind Dew liked, he had poured the lions share of the brew into another mug and set it by the coffeemaker with a little note for the fire ghoul.

Aeon sighed and set the mug down on the kitchen island, slouching in on himself as he slightly spun the barstool back and forth, lost in his thoughts as always.

He was starting to regret taking away Swiss’ exhaustion. He felt it weighing him down like a cloud that was just barely too gray above him. Of course, Aeon didn’t regret taking away Swiss’ exhaustion. He just wished it didn’t have to be so… well, exhausting, to hold onto someone else’s fatigue.

Aeon looked down into his coffee mug, sending a little bolt of quintessence into it, making the liquid ripple.

“Tommy?”

Aeon jolted in surprise and looked over his shoulder, seeing Aurora with some sort of string wrapped around her lower fang, wedged between the enlarged tooth and her lateral incisor.

“Hey… what’re you doing up so early?” Aeon asked, his voice soft as he held his hand out to Aurora. Aurora shuffled closer and took Aeon’s hand in hers, standing between his knees as he remained sat on the barstool.

“I was flossing, I think it’s called, and the string got wrapped around my fang. Lus and Cir are sleeping.. Can you help?” She asked, a bit awkward due to how little she had spoken to the ghoul who was summoned at the same time as her.

Aeon’s eyes saddened as he realized he was a last resort, even to his fellow summon buddy.

“Yeah..” he sighed with a nod, not even bothering to make some sort of halfhearted joke to lighten the mood.

He wasn’t even wanted by the ghoulette who he shared the most important day of his eternal life with.

Aeon gingerly grabbed the floss string and began unwrapping Aurora’s enlarged canine. His eyes were dull, the multi-ghoulette not being able to read anything off of Phantom.

“There.. better?” Aeon asked, sounding just as dull as he looked as he tossed the string of floss into the trash can. “Yeah. Thanks. Uh… yeah, bye.” Aurora mumbled before turning on her heel and walking out of the kitchen.

Aeon followed her with his eyes before turning back to the kitchen island. He stared at the marble for a moment before he dropped his head down, sighing shakily as tears welled in his eyes from both the pain in his heart and the pain from his horns slamming against the marble.

His shoulders shook as silent sobs left him, his posture becoming even more curled in as his heart started to crack under the pressure, threatening to shatter into a million of cracked pieces.

Hours later, Dew walked into the kitchen, finding Aeon dead asleep at the island, his back curved in an uncomfortable looking way.

Rain walked in behind Dewdrop, his eyebrows furrowing when he saw Aeon.

“Is he okay?” Rain asked softly, looking at Dew. The fire ghoul stared at Aeon for a moment before he shrugged, walking over to the coffee pot and brushing off the mug that was already there. Just Aeon leaving a mess.

“Seems fine to me.” He stated, ignoring the voice in the back of his head that was practically screaming that something was wrong.

“Oh, don’t lie to yourself,” Rain huffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the counter. “Something’s been wrong since he was summoned. Why hasn’t he come to us..?” Rain frowned, looking at Aeon with sad eyes.

“Maybe he just doesn’t want to,” Dew shrugged, his ear flicking as his coffee began to brew. “It would be easier on all of us if he kept himself out of everything.” He grumbled, looking at Rain, only to see the water ghoul staring at the little quint.

“C’mon, Rain, he’s grown. He’d say something if something is really wrong.” Dew rolled his eyes, his tail flicking. “I really don’t see why you’ve suddenly gotten all worried.”

“He’s struggling, Dew.” Rain stated. “It’s so obvious. Did you hear what Swiss was telling Mount the other day? How desperate he was to do what Aeth’ used to-“

“Stop.”

Rain’s eyes widened and he looked at Dew, surprised by the sudden anger in his voice.

“He’s not Aether. He never will be.” Dew spat, glaring at Rain. “I know.” Rain nodded, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I never said-“

“Well everyone seems to think that he can live up to was Aether was! Why am I the only one that sees that he’s nothing?” Dew snarled, Rain’s eyes widening before they narrowed.

“Dew, stop.”

“No, Rain! He won’t ever be what you all think he is!”

“Dew.”

“He’s just some replacement. Something to take up space until we can get someone good enough to be the pack Quintessence.”

“Dewdrop!”

“He’s a runt. It’s all he ever will be.”

The fire ghoul growled, turning to look at Rain, only to see a bleary eyed Aeon looking back at him, Rain standing off to the side with wide eyes.

A single tear rolled down Aeon’s face, his breathing shaky as all signs of hope or happiness quickly dissolved into despair.

Aeon snuffled and took a deep breath in before he nodded his head to the white mug that was by the coffee pot that had just started to pour Dew’s coffee.

“I made you some already.” Aeon said blandly, his voice shaky and so quiet Dew barely even heard him.

And then he was gone, leaving Dew caught off guard with a very angry Rain.

[weensysunshine]

quick stop at the gas station, turned smoke break, turned cactus ecology talk, turned getting left behind by the tour bus

[bigsexiest]

first i couldn't see him and now i can't even HEAR HIM. when will my torment end

[howlerbat]

so I made my first Letterboxd list

[tinyluvs]

⁺‧₊˚ ruined orgasm 𖤐 swiss&dewdrop ˚₊‧⁺

❥ summary; dew gets a handjob that’s too fast and too tight ❥ warnings; ruined orgasm, it doesn’t feel good but dew asked for it, crybaby!dewdrop, he cries a whole lot, it’s all consensual ❥ authors note; based on these crybaby!dew thoughts ;))) ❥ wc; 1.8k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

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it’s a pre ritual, ritual, of sorts. papa talks, awkwardly albeit, doing his best to be a hype man while the ghouls sit and listen, occasionally nodding their heads to show that they’re listening to their leader. swiss is listening, his head is tilted down though, his fingers busying themselves with rolling up his uniform shirt sleeves as he leans on an empty equipment box 

if swiss wasn’t listening he might’ve noticed dewdrop squirming across from him, the smaller ghoul perched on the edge of an identical box. if swiss wasn’t so busy with his sleeves he also would’ve noticed dew sliding his palm over the very noticeable tent in his uniform trousers, but, swiss is busy so he’s not paying any attention to dewdrop, much to the fire ghouls disappointment 

“so, uh, just go out there and do your best, yes?” papa finishes his speech, raising one of his eyebrows and giving the ghouls a thumbs up, effectively dismissing them. a quiet murmur passes over the group, ghouls standing and stretching their legs out, ready to make their way to the stage 

swiss goes to follow, tilting his head from one side to the other before stepping away from the box to fall in with the single file line of ghouls following papa. he would be the penultimate ghoul, leaving dewdrop to bring up the rear but the fire ghoul has a rather pressing issue that just won’t, can’t, wait until after the show

dewdrop loops his thin fingers around swiss’ wrist and tugs hard, forcefully turning the larger ghoul towards him, “swiss,” he hisses quietly, peeking around swiss to make sure everyone is still walking away from them, out of earshot, “help,”

“help with what?” swiss hisses back, bending ever so slightly to hover over dew. their very obvious size difference is suddenly even more noticeable. sharp golden eyes burn into dew, forcing him to shrink away, his fingers dropping from around swiss’ wrist 

before dewdrop can answer verbally, his hips jerk forward, a clumsy movement that swiss notices. bright eyes travel downwards, terribly slowly and dew can’t help but shudder when swiss’ eyes widen as he watches dew’s clothed cock kick, a little damp patch starting to darken the fabric 

“you-”

both of their bodies jerk slightly when a voice echos around them, a reminder that they need to be on the stage in less than five minutes. immediately, the warning makes dew’s blood run cold, a sense of urgency and desperation flowing through his veins fast

“you’ll have to wait,” swiss whispers, straightening his body, his hands smoothing over his uniform. dew, however, doesn’t move. he stays planted in his spot, staring up at swiss helplessly but to his dismay, the multi ghoul just shrugs at him and turns to leave 

“no, i can’t,” dew physically winces at the tone in his voice, a high whine that they both know all too well, as he grabs at swiss, nimble fingers pinching at the fabric around his waist, “swiss, i-i can’t,” 

tears threaten to spill, an awful burn lingering in the back of dew’s throat as he pleads, begs, swiss to do something, anything to help him out. a timer in his head counts down, time rapidly fleeting as they stand still, swiss turned away and dew still pathetically pawing at him

“fucking lucifer,” swiss huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he turns back towards the smaller ghoul. he shoves at dew, walking him backwards until they’re mostly hidden between equipment trunks, “c’mon then,”

there’s nothing gentle about swiss’ movements as he shoves dew’s pants down around his thighs, freeing the fire ghouls cock and exposing it to the cold air around them causing dew to hiss, his little fists clenching at his sides 

swiss, unfortunately, doesn’t have time for foreplay. doesn’t have time to take in how dew’s cock is flushed a gorgeous deep shade of red, how thick pre leaks from his ruddy head or how dew stares up at him, his breathing slow and shallow with anticipation and maybe just a hint of excitement 

he also doesn’t have time to prep dew in any way, can’t get his cock all slick and wet so the slide of his fist is easy, or at least, bearable. so, as he wraps a cold hand around dew’s dry cock and starts to jerk, dew yelps

“hey wa-”

“shut up,” swiss hisses against dew’s ear, pressing right up against the side of the fire ghouls body until dew is trapped between him and a box, the metal edging on it biting into the back of dew’s thighs, “you wanted this,”

“but,” dew manages to get one single word out before swiss clamps a hand over his mouth. the fire ghoul gasps, as best he can, his body jerks and tears start to slip down his cheeks 

it’s all far too overwhelming. the tight dry slide of swiss’ hand over his sensitive skin, the time limit they’re on and the fact that anyone could wander back and catch them, makes dew sweat, his compression shirt feeling awfully constricting around his body 

“you asked for this,” swiss whispers, squeezing even tighter around the tip of dew’s weeping cock, his fingers starting to get slick and sticky as they slide against dew’s slit, “didn’t you?”

dew’s head tilts back, hot tears running down his face earnestly now, while he tries his best to nod his head. the rest of his body is rigid, too scared to move incase swiss turns around and leaves him there, dripping pre into a puddle on the floor

suddenly, the same voice from before shouts out again. this time though, the reminder is for three minutes, instead of five. dew’s eyes widen, his brows pulling at the center of his forehead. he tries to speak but it just comes out as a sad muffled sound against swiss’ hand 

his desperation must be felt by swiss though, the multi ghoul rolls his eyes and removes his hand from dew’s cock, ignoring the way dew growls quietly, to spit into his palm, “fucking hell dew,” he grunts, the stupidity of what he’s doing really starting to set in 

swiss’ hand returns to its place, wrapped tight around dew’s cock but his pace quickens tenfold. his fist flies over dew’s length, from root to tip with a sickening slide causing a pained, ah ah ah, to leave dew’s mouth, his hot breath fanning over swiss’ sweaty palm but swiss doesn’t relent

the underlying problem comes to the surface fast, hits dew like a runaway train, none of it feels good. the heat in his stomach doesn’t spread slowly, the coil doesn’t tighten gently. it all happens utterly too fast, dancing on the wrong side of pain but still, he needs it and that revelation makes him sob

fat tears stream down his face, wetting swiss’ hand at his mouth before dripping down onto his uniform. his lashes clump together and the saltiness starts to burn his cheeks, it all just feels wrong 

“sw-iss,” dew hiccups, his chest raising and falling in an uneven rhythm. his hand flies back, knuckles turning white as he grips onto the edge of the box he’s sat on. if his brain wasn’t melting out of his ears, he would be able to register the way the sharp metal digs painfully into the pads of his fingers 

a slick wet sound fills the space between them, swiss’ eyes flickering down just in time to see dew’s cock throb, a thick bead of pre bubbling from his slit and then his gaze returns, burning into the side of the fire ghouls head until dew’s cheeks heat further, flushing violently hot

“hurry up and fucking cum, we don’t have time,” swiss grits out between clenched teeth, his own composure starting to slip as panic sets in, they really don’t have time for this but they’re far past the point of no return now

but, swiss knows dew is close. the way dew’s eyelids droop, stuck between open and shut. the way his stomach is clenching underneath his uniform. the way his cock is pulsing in swiss’ palm. the way his hips are starting to buck, meeting swiss’ movements on every other jerk, are all very telling things that signal to dew’s end 

and then, not a moment too soon, dew wails, shouts ever so loudly that swiss mentally thanks lucifer himself for his hand muffling the noise. with a searing burn and little to no satisfaction, dew’s orgasm rattles through his lithe body 

his cock throbs pitifully as cum dribbles, almost miserably, from his slit. swiss lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, squeezing tight at dew’s tip until a thick stream of cum runs over his fingers

dew hisses as it all happens, a coil snapping horribly in his stomach. his eyes pinch shut, forcing hot tears to slip down his cheeks, dripping from his jaw to mix with the small puddle of cum between his boots 

swiss does his best to work the fire ghoul through it as fast as he can but someone starts counting down from sixty seconds and it forces his hands away from dew’s body slightly too soon 

“fuck swiss,” dew grizzles, letting swiss wipe at his eyes with one of his sleeves while dew tries to pull his pants back up, “ouch, s-shit,” he grimaces as he tucks his sensitive cock into his pants, the fabric feeling wholly too rough against his chafed skin

“think the word you’re looking for is thanks,” swiss points out, though it’s light, easy, nothing meant by it. dew glares at him anyway though, earning himself a grin from the multi ghoul, “let’s go,”

“fourty, thirty nine,..”

dew grumbles, wiping at the stream of tears that won’t seem to stop as he follows swiss on wobbly legs, “thanks,” he finally huffs, managing to match swiss’ speed, even though he has to take three times as many steps as his taller counterpart 

swiss doesn’t reply, his mouth busy cleaning and licking cum from his fingers as they draw closer to the rest of their pack, the tallest of the ghouls eyeing them suspiciously, “where were you two?” mountain asks, turning everyone’s attention to swiss and dew, the latter still crying softly to himself 

“nowhere,” swiss answers nonchalantly, his shoulders rolling as someone shoves his mask into his hands, dew getting his thrown to him. his answer may not satisfy anyone’s nosiness but there’s no time for more questions as they slip their masks on, finally ready 

“fifteen, fourteen..,”

a guitar is passed to dewdrop and then the ghouls step out onto the stage, hidden by fabric draped from the ceiling to the floor, “promise when the shows finished i’ll make you cum properly,” swiss mumbles to dew, sliding past him to go in separate directions

dew blinks through his mask, swallowing thickly underneath black fabric as he’s stuck watching swiss clambering up onto his little stage before winking down at him, “promise i’ll really make you cry,”

“ten, nine,..”

for the first time ever, dewdrop can’t wait for the show to be over and it hasn’t even begun yet 

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[l1veleak]

Matt Campbell: tired and ready to go back to imsa

[misty-moth]

If ikevamp MC became a vampire in the mansion, she could just wait until the day she went to the Louvre and resume her life from there, right? If even just long enough to tell her friends and family that she’s okay. If she misses her life for a century, she’ll at least know it’s still there and there will be a vacancy coming up.

Hell, she could even show up at the museum and watch her first run-in with Comte since there was already a crowd there. Maybe she pushed rogue Swiss man into her past self to jostle her earring; we just don’t know what she’s capable of 😒…