#swiss x phantom

[ashthewaterghoul]

Phantom’s leg kicking up is everything.

Swiss just grabbin’ ‘em for a smooch.

They’re so🫠🫠

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[moronwithoutmo]

Swisstom on a planetarium date 🪐💫

Feat. The Shirt ✨

(Thanks to @tinyluvs for the amazing idea that brought this to life!)

[tinyluvs]

Any thoughts on how newly summoned Phantom discovered pleasure topside?

YES !!!! i do !! thank you so much for asking teehee

he gets hard over nothing. mostly, at three am when he can’t sleep and he does try to get himself off, shoving his hand down under his blankets to wrap around his cock. but it never feels good, always too fast, too dry, too uneven, jerked movements that don’t help him out at all. his tummy burns by the time he gives up and goes to sleep, hoping it goes away but more often that not, he wakes up aching and still hard in his pyjamas

then one morning, bright and early in the kitchen, his cock fills out in his pyjama pants right in front of swiss, but it’s his fault. swiss had licked over his fingers, moaning low when he tasted the sweet coffee he had spilled over himself and that had done it for phantom. it happens all too fast and before he can run or hide, swiss has seen him, seen the little tent in his pants

“need a hand?” swiss jokes, sipping quickly from his mug. he doesn’t expect phantom to nod but he does, because he needs it, more than he would ever admit. he can’t sort it out himself, he’s tried that, he just doesn’t know how to do it, yet

swiss just shrugs lightly and slides his mug onto the side, more than happy to help. unceremoniously, he shoves his hand into phantom’s pants, eyes widening when his fingers slide over his tip, which is soaked, leaking enough pre for swiss to know the quint ghouls predicament, “shit, you needed it,” swiss hums

phantom just nods dumbly, breathing a whisper of, yeah, as he leans back, gripping onto the counter, knuckles turning white while swiss slicks his hand up enough to wrap around his cock and jerk comfortably and suddenly it does feel good, so good that phantom moans loudly, his head tilting all the way back

it doesn’t last long, he’s too pent and desperate up to try and savour the moment but swiss won’t hold it against him. deep down he thinks it’s cute, the light pink blush that blooms over phantom’s cheeks, the way he jerks his hips forward to fuck his cock through swiss’ fist faster and the way he whispers, o-oh, as his cock throbs and spills over swiss’ fist, are all endearing to swiss. maybe he’ll have to play with the new ghoul more

swiss smiles wide, all teeth and fang as he licks his hand clean of phantom’s cum, “feel better?” he asks reaching for his mug, that hasn’t even had a chance to go lukewarm. when he turns back to phantom, he’s nodding and fiddling with his fingers

“thanks!” he squeaks before dashing out of the kitchen and back to his room, his tail between his legs. swiss just chuckles lightly at him, he knows phantom will be back and quite frankly he can’t wait, far too eager to get his hands on his new toy

[dewsgremlin]

Swiss, trying to flirt with newly summoned Phantom: Don't be shy, bug, ask me out.

Phantom, confused: okay? Get out?

[divine-misfortune]

Phantom was so skittish when he was summoned, wouldn't let anyone near him, nearly scratched Aether up when he tried to check him over for injuries, and he stayed like that for months.

Didn't wanna be touched. Didn't wanna be so much as looked at. He was scared.

And Swiss never pushed for more of his trust, never tried to pull him towards a new level of comfort. He was so patient. He was so kind. Phantom took to him so easily, he seemed at ease with the multi ghoul, even if he still kept a respectable distance when they were together but as days turned to weeks turned to months the gap shrunk.

The first time Phantom ever touched Swiss, it was cold, it was late, the little bug leaned into his side on the couch. Put his heavy head on his shoulder and yawned. Swiss didn't say anything but he's sure his excited tail gave him away.

It's downhill from there. Phantom got a taste of affection, a lick of comfort, and he wanted more. He grew into such a touchy little thing all on his own and Swiss is nothing if not an enabler. He's certainly not a monster, he couldn't deny Phantom this - or anything really, he's so undeniably soft for the little bug.

Swiss could never say no to his cuddle bug, not when he's come so far.

[nastylittleghouls]

Rain: I like your top, Phantom Phantom: Thank y... Swiss: I have a name, you know Phantom: *throws a pillow at Swiss' face* Why....WHY are you like this....

[rosecoloredmax]

lil swiss phantom redraw thing

[tobomau]

Midnight Snack

Phantom who is a horrendous sweet tooth and Swiss who hides a stash of candies in his desk drawer that he assumes no one knows about... ...Only to one night find a familiar Ghoul hunched over in his chair, tail curled tight around one of the legs as the soft noise of a candy wrapper is heard throughout Swiss' bedroom. He notices how Phantom's tail relaxes it's grip when he pops the caramel into his mouth, a soft moan of delight leaving his lips. With the way Phantom melted into the chair, you'd think the caramel was laced with something stronger than sugar. It might as well be from how Phantom immediately starts digging for more, he hadn't even finished the one in his mouth. His tail curled back up around the chair leg as if this was a repetitive routine. For how long Phantom has been in here without Swiss' awareness, well, Swiss is kinda worried about the answer. Leaning against the doorframe while like looks directly through the back of Phantom's head. His expression wasn't unkind, although he wasn't entirely pleased someone had found his stash of treats. Then again, he isn't sure what he expected from a pack of greedy Ghouls with senses stronger than the common dog nose. Let alone Phantom; Always wanting to be in Swiss' business no matter what it was, he had to be involved. And clearly that meant unwillingly sharing his snacks. "I'm impressed your teeth aren't rotting." Swiss finally announced his presence. Startled, Phantom let out a choked 'HURK' noise as he nearly swallowed the candy whole. Scrambling to shove the wrappers into the desk drawer and turn to Swiss with a sheepish smile. Swiss snorted at the sight, Phantom seemed too engrossed in his need to consume sugar to care about the chocolate smeared over his lips. Satanas, how long was this guy in here for to end up in a state like that?? "Heyy... Swiss..." Phantom croaked out, his voice slightly hoarse from nearly suffocating via Werthers. "Howdy." Swiss grinned. "Care to explain?" He asked, slowly approaching the desk, each step taken with unspoken intent. With what intent? Phantom really didn't want to know. So Phantom did what Phantom knows best, blowing his pupils wide with guilt riddled over his chocolate-covered face. Pouting, he tucked his arms in and let his tail droop, trying to look as small and pitiful as possible. “Y-you’re not mad... are you?”

Swiss huffed a soft laugh, squatting down in front of him. “Mad? No, bug, I’m not mad.” He reached out, resting his hands on Phantom’s knees, his touch soft and reassuring. Phew.

Swiss’ grin shifted. A subtle curl of his lip revealed more of his teeth—not a smile, but a warning. He reached up, swiping a thumb across Phantom’s lips to collect the chocolate, then brought it to his own mouth, licking it clean without breaking eye contact.

Oh.

“I’m furious.”

Oh no.

[forlorn-crows]

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 1: 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

pairing(s): aeon/swiss words: 656

✿

He’s barely visible under the fuzzy gray blanket that’s pulled around his body. With his legs tucked up against his chest, fabric cocooned around him, he looks like a kit drowning in a terry cloth towel after a bath. Only Aeon’s round face, screwed up in concentration with the ends of his hoodie strings between his teeth, and knobby hands, plunking away at his new basic smartphone, are visible to Swiss. 

In simple terms, he’s too cute to handle. Swiss’ fingers itch to grab and poke, squish the cuteness right out of him. Aeon grumbles something about the tiny keyboard, big pointed ear twitching as he stabs at the screen, and the multi ghoul cannot stand it for another second. 

“Whatcha doin’, bug?” he calls from his chair opposite the couch. 

Aeon chirps, peeking up from the screen. His hair sticks up on top when he lifts his head. “Hm?”

Swiss is going to scream. “I said ‘whatcha doin’’?”

“Well,” he spits out the hoodie strings, shifting a bit. “I’m trying to figure out this . . . texting thing. But Dew keeps sending me funny little faces after I accidentally send him random letters. The keys are so small, how do you do this?”

“You’ll get it, just takes some time. At least you have smaller thumbs.” Swiss wiggles both of his in Aeon’s direction. “That’ll help.”

Aeon huffs, corners of his mouth turning down, lower lip sticking out; he pouts. He’s pouting. Why must Copia always summon the adorable ones? And why can Swiss just never keep his hands off of them?

The frown remains in place even as Swiss hops out of his seat and sits down beside the newbie quint. Swiss shakes his head and chuckles. “Why’re you so damn cute?”

Aeon side-eyes him. Scoffs a little and rolls his eyes. “Cute?” he accuses. 

“Have you seen yourself?”

“I mean, yeah, I look in the mirror everyday—”

“No,” Swiss laughs, “right now. With your blanket and your little phone and that pouty face.” The multi ghoul pokes him right in the cheek, emphasizing said frown. 

“You make me sound like a child,” Aeon grumbles and flinches away, sticking his tongue out as he locks his phone and shoves it into the couch cushions. He pulls the blanket even tighter around himself. But there’s a smile tugging at his lips, even as he continues to side-eye Swiss. 

Once again, he is going to scream. “You make me crazy,” he admits stupidly, shaking his head. “I just wanna,” he makes a vague grabby-hands motion, indicating his frustration, “ugh, I just wanna scrunch you up and put you in my pocket, baby.”

“Front pockets are preferable, please.” Aeon grins suddenly, showing off his fangs. 

Swiss blinks. Momentarily stunned to silence—an incredibly rare feat for this ghoul.

“You little—” He springs into action, leaning close and poking his thick fingers everywhere: his neck, behind his ears, the dimples in his cheeks. Aeon squawks in protest, but that does nothing to stop the onslaught. He growls playfully and grabs his cheeks, squishing and smushing and squeezing. 

“‘wiss,” the quint attempts to complain—keep it together, really—through pushed-together cheeks. “‘top, bhat’re you—”

“I’m sorry, but you’re too adorable to live,” Swiss explains. “Gotta stop you before you reach mach cuteness or everyone’ll die.” Aeon whines, removing his arms from the blanket to swat at him to no avail. Swiss is quick to release his cheeks, grabbing his wrists instead and pinning his arms to his chest. 

“Gah, what the fu—” Swiss cuts him off with a cross between a snarl, a growl, and a weird noise a disgruntled-slash-scared cat would make, completely dramatic and unserious, diving in to his neck open-mouthed so he can graze his skin with the front of his teeth repeatedly with fake bites. Aeon can only toss his head back and giggle ferociously and against his will. 

“Gonna eat you,” Swiss growls. “C’mere.”

“Why are you like this?!”

𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿

[honey-tongued-devil]

Closer, because I love how silly phantom is (bonus: ghoul keeper sister of sin)

I love drawing them a lil weird. Like big cats.

+Phantom holding his tail (and not only his) and nibbling on it is absolutely the most important thing ever. A ghoul is talking about serious shit with Copia? boom, no more. It’s like a cookie-cutter shark: you see the lil saliva trail or the teeth stamp and you know what happened

[terzoghoul94]

Swiss ghoul ❤️‍🔥

[moronwithoutmo]

This is fully self-indulgent

I love Swiss and Phantom so much 💜 Swiss’ mission is to fluster him as much as possible

[tinyluvs]

⁺‧₊˚ just the tip 𖤐 swiss&phantom ˚₊‧⁺

❥ summary; they get a taste for it and it’s no longer just the tip ❥ warnings; transmasc!phantom, cunt&clit used within the fic, they’re idiots for each other, swiss begs, phantom lets him, it’s all consensual, alludes to cockwarming right at the end??? idk ❥ authors note; i still don’t remember how to tag so if there’s anything i missed feel free to let me know :)) anyways enjoy !!!❥ wc; 2.2k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

phantom knows what swiss is doing, what he’s slowly building up to, there’s no subtlety in his movements whatsoever. pushing up onto his elbows, phantom looks down between his thighs, mesmerised by the way swiss pushes the fat head of his cock up and down his cunt tortuously slow

“fuck swiss,” phantom whines high as he tilts his head back, jaw slack, lashes kissing his cheeks, blissed out. swiss hums, his gaze fixed on phantom’s hole clenching around nothing, dripping a steady stream of slick that swiss is quick to drag his cock through, further soaking his already wet head

they’ve been going at this for god only knows how long, phantom’s hips aching from the way his thighs are spread and pushed back, one of swiss’ large hands pressing down so hard phantom is sure he will have a hand shaped bruise on the back of his thigh for days to come

swiss sits back and rolls his hips forwards, nudging phantom’s little dick with the tip of his cock. both of their groans echo off the walls, as does the sticky wet sound the movement makes, “s-shit bug,” swiss groans and squeezes around the base of his cock, extinguishing the fire low in his belly, only slightly but it’ll do for now

phantom’s arms buckle, his back flopping down against his mattress. the slight bounce his body makes as it collides forces swiss’ tip to catch on his hole, “no, o-oh, swiss,” phantom whimpers, his hand shooting down to shove at swiss’ hip

a thick blurt of pre spurts from swiss’ cock, almost going to waste as it nearly drips onto the sheets but swiss swipes it up, hissing at the sensitivity of his ruddy head, almost flushed purple at this point. he plays with his mess, pressing his thumb and finger together and then pulling them apart slowly, strings of pre keeping them connected

“prettiest little dick i’ve ever seen,” swiss hums low, his voice like honey as he slots his slicked up fingers either side of phantom’s fat clit. phantom’s back arches something filthy, sheets sticking to his back with the way he’s starting to sweat. he shudders through a whimper, the same devastating reaction he has every time swiss praises his dick

swiss pinches at his dick lightly before sliding his fingers back and forth, a single stroke that makes phantom pant, something akin to a dog, though swiss is no better off, his cock kicking in the space between them, hanging between his legs pathetically hard and leaking

phantom’s fingers sink into his sides, gripping and grabbing and trying to pull, “fucking kiss me, please, swiss, kis-” his whimpered beg gets cut off as swiss leans over him, licking quickly at his bottom lip before open mouthed kissing him

in any other situation, it would be considered a bad kiss, a clang of fangs, swiss’ heated breath fanning over phantom’s mouth every time he pants, phantom’s tongue lolling out of his mouth, lapping at anything he can touch, swiss’ lips, fangs, even his cheek at one point, but right now, it’s what they both need, whether it can be considered a kiss or not

the pillow underneath phantom’s head rustles when he tilts his head back, mouth open, tongue out, his mind swimming too much to even partake in the kisses he asked for. swiss chuckles quietly, to himself, before letting his lips explore, a messy trail of spit and wet kisses being splattered down phantom’s neck

blunt nails rake down swiss chest, catching slightly on one of his nipples but they don’t stop, continuing lower and lower until phantom is thumbing at his slit, “bug,” swiss warns but his body betrays him, hips jerking and shoving his cock into phantom’s hand

“what?” phantom quips, dripping with innocence even though it’s terribly fake. swiss nips at his neck for his tone, worrying thin skin between his teeth, riding the very thin line between pain and pleasure, “oh, f-fuck, ah-, swiss,” phantom pants, winding his free hand into swiss’ hair to pull, not hard enough to unlatch swiss from his neck though

swiss licks and then kisses the blooming purple mark he’s leaving behind as he pulls back, holding his weight on his elbows, hovering over phantom, caging his body against the bed, “what?” swiss mocks with a smirk, leaning down to barely brush his lips against phantom’s, pulling away quickly when phantom tries to chase his kiss

phantom’s eyes roll lazily as he presses the tips of his fingers to swiss’ tip, nestling it right up under his clit, “move, do something, please,” phantom asks breathlessly, both ghouls looking down into the space between their bodies in anticipation and then, slowly, swiss pushes forward

neither ghoul stays staring down for long, both of their heads tipping back, synced groans rumbling from their chests as swiss pulls back and then pushes forward again, bullying his cock against phantom’s stiff dick, “f-fuck, that feels s’good,” phantom whispers, mouth hanging open, his eyes blinking up at swiss wetly

“yeah, yeah, fuckin’ does,” swiss growls, his hips speeding up, falling into a rhythm that makes phantom feel dizzy, a never ending stream of whimpers pour from his mouth when swiss looks down at him and holds his eye contact, the blush that fans over phantom’s cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed by swiss

the multi ghoul dips to press a kiss right on phantom’s cheekbones, one on each side before capturing phantom’s lips in a kiss, pulling away after just a second to brush side to side but phantom tilts his chin up, pouts and half whines, half hums and swiss can’t deny him, prepared to kiss him until the breath in his lungs runs out, as long as that’s what phantom wants

the whole situation becomes messy, swiss’ cock throbs and pulses, spitting pre over phantom’s cunt with every wet slide, aided by the slick practically pouring from phantom’s hole, something they can hear when phantom clenches around nothing, a vulgar wet sound that swiss wants to hear, needs to hear, for the rest of his life

spit bubbles at phantoms lips, spilling and running down his chin while he struggles to keep up with the way swiss is kissing him. phantom is sweating properly now, his dark hair starting to stick at his forehead and the hairs at the base of his neck starting to curl with the heat. his fingers sink into swiss’ shoulder, claws pricking and drawing blood to the surface

“more, fuck-ing need more,” phantom hiccups when swiss gives him a moment to breath, his lungs expanding, chest pressing to swiss’ with it, “swiss, oh fuck, please please please,” he cries, frantic and overwhelmed, his pulse hammering in his ears

swiss slows his hips against phantom’s whiny protest, “okay baby, what d’ya need?” he asks gently, pressing his lips to phantom’s sweaty hairline, a soothing movement that he thinks phantom needs, “gonna let me put it in?” swiss mumbles, pulling his hips back enough for his tip to slide down phantom’s cunt, resting against his hot little hole

phantom nods…and then shakes his head, “y-you can’t, we can’t, what if i, you,” he rambles, a sorry state of affairs but swiss doesn’t tease him about it, his lips peppering kisses over purple freckles at phantom’s temple

“just the tip?” swiss suggests, hopeful. his point driven home by his cock pressing forwards, prodding at phantom’s cunt, an centimetre more and he’d be pushing in. swiss pulls back to look at phantom, who is gone, heavy eyelids half shut, mouth hung open in a silent moan

the suggestion makes phantom’s hole clench, kissing swiss’ tip with a sticky sound, a filthy mix of slick and pre pooling just inside him, threatening to spill out at any second, “just the tip,” phantom repeats, barely a whisper but swiss nods his head and well, that’s that

swiss sucks in a breath, fills his cheeks with it before sinking his fangs into his lip as he humps his hips forwards, just rubbing his cock against phantom’s hole, “you’re so fuckin’ wet bug, fuck,” he groans and phantom keens, his back arching further away from the mattress as swiss pushes in, stretching him open just so, just enough for swiss’ fat head to pop into him

phantom’s warmth envelopes him, surrounds the little bit of his cock pushed inside with a searing heat, almost fire ghoul hot if swiss really thinks about it. swiss pulls back, his cock slipping free of phantom’s clutch but then he’s pushing straight back in, unable to keep himself away now that he’s got a taste for it

holding his weight on one arm, swiss reaches down between them to gently nudge at phantom’s cock, his fingertips barely ghosting it but phantom’s overly sensitive, his cock pulses and his cunt clenches and in turn, swiss sinks further into him, an inch at most past the tip

“bug, oh fuck,” swiss growls, his eyes widening and then clamping shut, “you’re so fu- ah, fucking tight, practically sucking me in,”

phantom moans loudly as swiss rambles, every nerve ending in both of their bodies burning. he wants to tell swiss to pull back, to tell him, just the tip, but he can’t bring himself to do it, being split completely open on swiss cock just feels too fucking good

“tell me to stop,” swiss hisses and grinds his teeth, his head hanging to watch his cock disappearing into phantom, coming out shiny with slick, “phantom, tell me to stop,” he all but begs, words punching out of his lungs with desperation

“no, shi-t, oh, don’t stop,” phantom moans, fingers pulling at swiss’ hips and swiss growls, body rumbling, vibrating off the walls as he sinks into phantom in one thrust, his heavy balls slapping against phantom, “fuck me, just fuck me,”

and swiss does, setting a brutal rhythm immediately, little ah, ah, ah’s, leaving phantom every time swiss’ cock nudges against that spot deep inside of him on every thrust. swiss breaks him open, splits him open and then puts him back together over and over again

swiss, for a lack of better words, plays with phantom's cock, doesn’t stroke or pinch at it but just plays with it, soaking wet fingers drawing phantom’s orgasm closer, “you’re so fuckin’ good for me,” swiss groans, “so fucking good,”

there’s nothing phantom can do, nothing he wants to do, he surrenders and submits fully to swiss, letting him take. thick strings of pre and slick connect their bodies, a lewd wet slap ringing in phantom’s ears everytime swiss surges forward and fills him to the brim

“m’close, fuck swiss,” phantom whines and scrambles for purchase, raking red lines across swiss’ back. luckily for phantom, swiss is also close, his cock throbbing deep inside of him, the thick veins on his cock dragging just right, “shit, pull out,”

swiss gasps, too close to tumbling over the edge and taking phantom with him, “baby i can’t, please, don't make me, i can’t,” swiss begs, shaking his head, “you feel so fucking good, oh fuck, please lemme stay in, please-,” he trails off into a high whine that scratches in his throat

phantom’s stomach burns, a coil inside of him wound so tightly it almost hurts, “jus’ cum, in me,” phantom gasps and then cries, teetering on the edge of what he needs, “inside, fuck, please just make me cum,”

with a harsh pinch to his clit, the coil inside of phantom snaps and unravels, he sobs and shudders, his chest heaving as he clamps down hard on swiss, “fu-fuck,” he manages to cry, his cunt clenching impossibly tight and that does it for swiss

somewhere deep inside phantom, swiss’ cock starts to squirt while the multi ghoul shouts, every single one of his muscles freezing as he cants his hips, grinding his cock into phantom and phantom’s little cock off of his pelvis, both of them riding out a high that doesn’t seem to be ending, swiss cock spitting wave after wave of thick cum

“lucifer,” swiss whimpers when he can catch his breath, his head hanging and resting against phantom’s sternum, “did s’good,” he mumbles, kissing in the centre of phantom’s chest

both ghouls breathe, the room around them hot and humid, their bodies sticky in multiple ways. eventually swiss moves, ready to pull out, his cock starting to soften, completely spent and milked dry. phantom winces as he goes, scrambling to keep him close, “no!, stay, don’t go, not yet,”

“bug,” swiss warns, his tone soothing and gentle, his fingers pushing phantom’s sweaty hair off of his forehead before moving down, tickling just behind phantom’s ear

phantom leans into swiss’ hand, “i know, jus’ need it,” he whispers, eyes fluttering shut. his thighs close in on swiss’ side as he starts to roll them onto their sides, pressed together, chest to chest, phantom’s head nuzzling under swiss’ chin, a gentle purr rumbling from his throat, “just for a little while,”

“just for a little while,” swiss sighs around a yawn and if their earlier promise of just the tip is anything to go by, it’ll be more than a little while before they move

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! & comment! i’ll give you a kiss if you do, mwah! send prompts to my ask box!

𖤐 ghouls masterlist

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Sleepy bug...

Fun little doodle! (wham do a finished piece challenge extremely hard) The hoodie is Mountain's btw, it's like a big blanket on them.

Bonus under the cut!

Suuuuper messy but you get the point. Swiss simply CANNOT resist the chance to slap a good ass.

[divine-misfortune]

Swiss fucking Phantom's mouth in some cramped stall in an airport bathroom, there's something especially sweet and innocent about the little quint in his glamor, and it only makes Swiss want to treat him like a slut all the more

And then Swiss repays the favor by giving him a handjob under a blanket when the cabin lights get turned down while Phantom clings and buries his face against his arm

[dewsgremlin]

Swiss, trying to make out with Phantom: I bet you're soo good in bed, bug.

Phantom, who is still a virgin and never slept with anyone: Well, so far no one has complained I guess.