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[timetrek24]

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[moonwatchuniverse]

1994-2024 = 30 years FORTIS chronographs in space... FORTIS (Latin for strong) wrist watches have been worn in spaceflight missions for 3 decades, and anno 2024 the Swiss brand is going strong!

Of course we all know the first wrist watch exposed to outer space was a Strela pilot chronograph worn underneath the protective layer of Alexei Leonov's Berkut spacesuit in March 1965. After Omega (1965), Glycine (1966), Bulova (1971), our beloved Swiss brand FORTIS became the 4th wrist watch to be directly exposed to outer space! Since 1994, FORTIS chronographs have been used on spacewalks for almost 20 years!

Lots of the old 1980s-90s adverts/articles, even the "1912-2012: 100 Years Fortis" book, contain errors, so by 2028 with FORTIS a decade under new ownership we'll hopefully see an updated book about the whole fascinating history of FORTIS watches. FORTIS aficionados are looking forward to the renewed interest of FORTIS in spaceflight, being tested for future Mars missions! (Photo: MoonwatchUniverse)

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Jealous

Pairing: Sodo Ghoul x reader

summary: Since you joined the band, Sodo has been hostile towards you, but you would have never guessed the reason was jealousy...

warnings: Smut| fingering, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, choking, and spanking.

"it's not my fault y/n can't play fucking right"

"I can't play? Please Sodo you got half the fucking song wrong"

"fuck you"

"you wish"

"ok ok ok" Copia intervened "Let's all calm down a moment and take a break, alright? Sodo" He nodded to him "Go have a smoke"

A grumbled "fine" echoed off the rehearsal room as he walked off, slamming the door behind him.

"god he's such a fucking drama queen" you sighed, having a sip of your water as you sat down between Phantom and Swiss.

"he always has to shout- and always at me! I honestly don't get what I've done to make him hate me so much"

They exchanged a look, a smirk playing on their lips.

"I don't think he hates you, sweetheart"

you snorted " 'sure looks like it"

"I think it's actually quite the opposite"

"What, that he wants to fuck me?" you asked, rolling your eyes "You all do, you perverts" you teased "And if that's the case, yelling won't get him anywhere"

they chuckled "We know baby, but you know how he is..."

"yeah, an asshole"

just then the door opened, Sodo's still clearly tense figure emerging from it.

"yeah" somebody whispered in response, but you were focused on him.

Copia asked him something, but his eyes set on Swiss's hand you hadn't even noticed was placed on your thigh.

He emitted a grunt that spurt of jealousy to answer Copia, and your eyes met for just a moment.

You definitely took note of that.

__ __ __

Only you, Phantom, and Sodo were left in the rehearsal room, as always the ones taking the longest.

You laughed at a funny remark Phantom made and slapped his shoulder playfully as you finished packing your stuff.

"oh I almost forgot" you recalled "Here is your pick," you said, fishing it out of your pocket to hand it to him.

"don't worry, keep it"

"Are you sure? Didn't you have this since you were young?"

"I did, but I want you to have it"

Your lips turned into that happy pout he adored

"thank you so much!" you smiled, throwing your arms around his neck in a tight hug.

He hesitantly hugged you back

"you were always my favorite" you whispered into his ear, sensing how he shivered under you

"thank you, handsome," you said again, kissing his cheek for a moment more than necessary before letting him go.

"n-no worries" he shook his head, poorly attempting at hiding his blushing cheeks.

He picked up his things as quickly as he could before rushing to the door.

"Uh-Uh, I-I'll see you later"

"bye handsome" you chuckled, watching him scurry to his room.

A loud sigh came from your right, and you caught Sodo rolling his eyes as you turned around

"oh don't worry you're handsome too" you teased, walking to him.

"You gave the poor kid a hard-on just for fun?"

"no, not just for fun, I'll take care of it later"

And there it was, that tick of his jaw as jealousy darkened his eyes.

"what, you're jealous?"

He avoided your gaze, pretending to be busy with his guitar's chords.

"you can tell me if you are..."

"I'm not" he spat

"so you're saying you haven't thought about me that way? that you haven't fucked your fist just last night imagining it was me?" you mocked, a sly smirk playing on your lips "We have really thin walls y'know?"

"fuck off"

You let out a dramatic sigh "Fine, then I guess I'll go keep Phantom some company since you seem to have a stick up your ass" you said, walking to the door, but before you could reach it, his hand grabbed your wrist, turning you around.

"I knew it" you grinned, as he stared right into your soul with his frozen eyes.

"shut up"

you smirked, ghosting his mouth, "Make me"

And at that, he'd had enough.

he crashed his mouth with yours, devouring you as if you were a fucking meal and him a starved man.

His tongue moved into your mouth, exploring all you had to offer as his hand gripped and groped like it was their duty.

He slammed you against the door, making you wince as your head hit the hardwood, he couldn't have cared less as he finally got a taste of what he'd been dreaming about for a whole year.

He didn't know why he had refrained for so long. He hated himself for wanting you this much, and all that hate was oftentimes wrongly pointed at you.

You let out a quiet whimper as he started sucking on your neck, your hand going straight to his long hair.

"see now, it wasn't so hard" you mocked him in between breaths "You could have told me earlier that this was all you wanted"

"I thought I'd told you to shut up"

You chuckled "you did"

"God you're such a fucking brat" his hold on your waist tightened "I think you need something to keep that mouth busy" he smirked "and as much as I'd like to see you kneel before me, I don't think you've earned my cock just yet" he taunted you, seeing the way your eyes had sparked at the proposal.

His hand traveled up your body until two of his long fingers reached your bottom lip.

"Be a good girl and show me how good you'd suck my dick"

You wasted no time taking them in your mouth, closing your eyes as you pretended it was his cock.

He groaned at the sight "Just like that-" he said, pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth as saliva pulled from your puffy lips.

You hadn't even noticed his other hand sneaking beneath your skirt, until you felt his thumb press to your clothed core

Your eyes snapped open as a muffled gasp attempted to flee your throat

"Yeah, I like you much better when you can't talk" he nodded, looking proud of himself.

"don't you even think about stopping" he growled, eyeing your lips as his fingers found their way inside your panties "if you do, so do I" he threatened, gathering some of your slick on his middle and ring finger and teasing your entrance with them

You moaned, but didn't need to be told twice as you resumed bobbing your head to suck on his digits.

"that's a good girl" he smirked in approval as he pushed his fingers inside of you, leaving you breathless.

"so wet for me" he murmured, kissing your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them just to the right spot "Such a good slut"

Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head with every movement of his skilled fingers, but you still tried to focus on your task, although his sucking on your neck really didn't help.

"aw, you're already coming aren't you" he cooed, feeling you tighten around him "poor baby" he continued, raising his head to look at you.

"you think you deserve to cum?" he asked, fastening his pace and causing your knees to buckle.

You eagerly nodded, giving him your best doe eyes

Yes I do, please,is what you would have said, if your mouth hadn't been so busy at the moment.

"yes? That's what you think?"

you nodded again

"We'll I don't" his movements cruelly came to a stop "all that teasing... that's not what good girls do now, do they?" he asked, his fingers leaving both your cunt and mouth.

"please" you begged, eyes suddenly teary

he chuckled "That's a sight I thought I'd never see, you begging me"

You wanted to punch him, but god, did you also want to come.

"please sodo" you prayed, bringing your hands to the tent in his pants "please" you breathed

"oh is that what you want? My cock?"

you nodded

"how come you don't use that mouth of yours when you should?"

"yes, sorry, yes, please fuck me"

"I don't know..." he taunted, but this time, you were ready to fight back.

"I know you want to" you spoke sultrily, slowly getting rid of your shirt "I know you've been dreaming about it since I first joined the band" You unhooked your bra and let it fall to your feet before slowly starting to stoke his erection "I know yo-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as he had gripped your hair, forcing your head up to look at him.

"You really are a fucking brat y'know" he grunted, suddenly turning you so that your head was pressed against the door "can't keep that mouth of yours shut for the life of you" he growled, as he undid his zipper.

His hand on your head traveled to the back of your neck, keeping you still, as his other hand gripped his cock and positioned it at your entrance.

"I'll see how you do with my cock deep inside you" he smirked, pushing into you without any warning.

"fuck" you screamed at the stretch. As much as he had gotten you ready, it still hurt deliciously.

" 'S too big for you?" he taunted, rolling his hips "I thought more of you sweetheart"

"shut up" you moaned, "just-please fucking move"

"don't have to ask twice" he snickered, as he started fucking you at a brutal pace.

"f-fuck- 'feels so-so good" you cried out, letting him use you like a doll.

You could feel him everywhere

"Yeah? Phantom makes you cry like this too, Swiss, any of the others?"

"So jealous..." you smiled, watching him from the corner of your eye.

He grunted as he slapped your ass in response "You really just can't help it, can you?" he asked, the hand on the back of your neck moving to the front of it and squeezing it tight.

A fire spread over your body, as a wave of pleasure took over you.

"look at you" he mocked "Finally fucking quiet" he murmured, bending down to whisper in your ear as his thrust didn't give signs of slowing "and all it took was my cock in your pussy and my hand around your throat" he bit your earlobe, making you cry out even louder "If I'd known, I would have done this a long time ago. Would have saved me so many headaches..."

And once again, the urge to punch him was overtaken by the need to come.

You were a mess. The only sound your throat could make were shameless moans as he pounded into you like it was his life-long duty to split you in fucking half.

"Such a good little slut for m-

A knock at the door distracted the both of you, but he didn't stop whatsoever.

"I FORGOT MY PHONE IN THERE!"

It was Swiss

"WE'RE BUSY!" Sodo yelled back, starting to fuck you harder again

"YEAH, I CAN HEAR. BUT I REALLY NEED IT"

A loud moan climbed your throat as Sodo's thumb found your clit.

You had a suspicion that was exactly his goal.

"GO THE FUCK AWAY"

"MAN C'MON I'M HAPPY YOU FINALLY FUCKED BUT I STILL NEED MY FUCKING PHONE"

You would have laughed if you hadn't been so cock drunk

"I SWEAR SWISS, IF YOU DON'T WALK AWAY RIGHT NOW I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU"

"FINE, BUT YOU OWE ME"

"WHATEVER, JUST GO!"

"I AM"

Your moans had gotten louder in the meantime, and your legs were shaking as your orgasm approached rapidly.

"Fuck- I can feel you squeezing me sweetheart" he groaned "you wanna cum?"

"Please" was all you could muster

"scream my name as loud as you fucking can, ok?"

You nodded,

"good girl" he kept his pace "Good. fucking. girl"

And at that, a wildfire ignited in your body as your orgasm took over every inch of your being.

You quite literally screamed his name as you came, and just as you started to recover from the life-changing climax, you felt him still inside of you, as thick ropes of his come filled you up to the brim.

He pulled out of you and all you could do was smile as you turned to him.

"swiss is pissed"

"yeah well, I don't give a shit, I just had the best fuck of my life"

"you'll have to make it up to him"

"I have no idea how"

"I do"

"do tell"

And at that, you giggled, as you raised yourself on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear

"we should let him join next time"

[cailinsblog]

Home for the Holidays |

nico hischier

Nico hischier x reader

Snow was softly falling outside Nico’s window, covering the world in a shimmering blanket of white. Christmas break was here, but despite the festivity, Nico couldn’t help feeling a bit homesick. He missed the snowy Alps, the warmth of his family’s home, and the comforting smell of his mom’s cooking. It was hard not being in Switzerland for the holidays.

But there was one silver lining this season—his next-door neighbor, Y/N. She had become his close friend since he moved into the building. They shared inside jokes, late-night chats, and cups of coffee on cold mornings. He’d developed a soft spot for her, though he tried his best to hide it, not wanting to risk ruining their friendship.

One chilly December morning, Y/N noticed Nico looking especially down. She had picked up on his longing for home, even if he hadn’t explicitly said it. So, determined to bring a bit of comfort his way, she decided to bake him something special. Though Y/N wasn’t Swiss, she loved learning about different cultures, and after some research, she settled on making Lussekatter—Swedish saffron buns. With their golden color and delicate taste, she hoped they might cheer him up.

Later that afternoon, she knocked on his door, a small tray of freshly baked buns in hand. Nico opened the door, surprised to see her standing there with a shy smile and the sweet-smelling treats.

“Hey,” she said softly. “I know you’re missing home, so I made you these. They’re not exactly Swiss, but I thought they might help a little.”

Nico’s eyes softened, touched by her thoughtfulness. He took a bun, tasting the warm, fluffy pastry, savoring the delicate hint of saffron. “Thank you, Y/N. This… means a lot to me,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. He looked at her, feeling his heart swell, but he held back, unsure if she felt the same way.

Y/N, on the other hand, had butterflies in her stomach just being around him. She’d liked Nico for a while now but convinced herself he only saw her as a friend. Seeing him smile, though, made her heart flutter with hope.

The next day, Nico knocked on her door with a surprise of his own. “Hey, so I was thinking—how about I repay you for those amazing buns?” he said, holding out two tickets to a Devils game. “I’d love for you to come.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, Nico, you don’t have to…”

“I insist,” he replied, grinning. “Besides, it wouldn’t be the same without my favorite fan there.”

Blushing, she accepted, and Nico handed her a Devils jersey with his number and name on the back. She slipped it on, and his eyes lit up, seeing her in his colors. “It suits you,” he said softly, and she felt a thrill at the way his gaze lingered on her.

At the game that night, Y/N cheered Nico on, her heart pounding every time he took the ice. It was exhilarating, watching him play with such skill and focus. Late in the third period, the score was tied. Nico skated towards the net, effortlessly maneuvering past the defense and flicked his wrist, sending the puck soaring into the top corner. Goal!

He skated to the boards, looking up to where she was seated, and pointed at her, a bright, triumphant grin lighting up his face. Her breath caught as their eyes met, and her cheeks flushed. She couldn’t believe he’d just done that in front of the entire stadium.

After the game, Nico found her waiting outside the locker room, still buzzing with excitement. “You were amazing, Nico!” she said, pulling him into a hug, her face bright with pride.

He held her close, savoring the warmth of her embrace. “Thanks to you,” he murmured, pulling back slightly to look at her.

Their gazes locked, and for a moment, the world fell away. Nico’s voice was soft as he finally spoke up, gathering the courage he’d been holding back. “Y/N, I… I’ve liked you for a long time. I just didn’t know if you felt the same.”

Y/N’s face lit up, her heart racing as she realized she wasn’t the only one. “I’ve liked you too, Nico,” she admitted, a shy smile spreading across her face. “I just thought you saw me as a friend.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I could never just be friends with you.” Then, as if the universe were giving them permission, he leaned in and kissed her, his lips warm and soft against hers.

They broke apart, grinning at each other, feeling like they were on top of the world. This Christmas break, Nico might have been far from home, but he realized he was exactly where he wanted to be—right there with Y/N.

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[kamotecue]

jealousy, jealousy ✮ l. walti

summary: in which a certain brunette doesn’t love the fact that someone’s so close to you, or how a certain australian thinks you shouldn’t be with her.

part one, two, three, four, five and six.

you were with jessie & niamh, both teams had to inspect the pitch as usual. if someone were to look closer, you’d notice the hearing aids that you wore.

“another derby day, not an el clasico to what you’re used to—but, don’t get distracted n/n.” niamh teased, as jessie nudged your arm.

“not when we’re playing against the brunette you have a little crush on.” jessie joked, as you lightly glared at her. but they were completely right, ever since hestia had run off in the middle of the park, you had grown closer to the swiss player.

she’d occasionally invite you to her place, vice versa as well—not to mention how you’d snuggle into her side, with her consent of course. she would wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her.

but you didn’t think much of it, that these actions are just how she treats all her friends, so it didn’t get your hopes up on whatever this is. instead, you were contented whether it was as a friend, a player on the opposing team, you were glad and thankful to be part of lia walti’s life.

as the rest of your team began to head back to the tunnels, your eyes glanced at the stands, wondering if your sister and svigerinne were in the stands. but when your eyes locked with ingrid, a soft chuckle escaped your lips—she was holding tightly on your sister, making sure she didn’t injure herself anymore now that she already had her surgery.

“svigerinne. [sister-in-law.]” you greeted ingrid as they took their seats, to which she flushed at.

“gjør oss stolte. [make us proud.]” ingrid teased, as you gave her a nod. but your eyes were switched to eloise who had an amused look.

“what?” you hummed, as eloise simply chuckled at your shyness. mapi raised her eyebrows at the interaction, to which you dismissed.

you were oblivious to the fact on how close she was, she held onto your wrist as ingrid looked at you in amusement. she knew all about your crush on a certain swiss player as she heard from mapi, that said player was looking at the interaction, how her eyes lingered on your wrist, seeing someone she doesn’t know—holding onto you, sparked something.

what’s worse is that the two of you weren’t even together, she finds your obliviousness cute, but sometimes she’d wish that you’d take notice of the hints.

“leon!” emma’s voice rang, as you gazed at the head coach. she beckoned you to come over, as you gave her curt nod.

“well, see you guys after the game.” you said, bidding goodbye as you jogged over to emma. the two of you walked to the locker room, engaging in different tactics as you listened well.

the game started just like you expected, both teams were eager to score the first point. but you shrugged, giving the opposing team a wink, as you were dribbling the ball closer to their goal, slotting it in the upper right corner—when the ball hit the net, signaling one-nil to chelsea.

you heard cheers from the crowd, as jessie ruffled your hair. whenever you scored, you never celebrated it, as a way to respect your opponents. lia watched with a soft smile, missing the way a certain teammate looked at her.

throughout the first half, you were at a disadvantage due to being tackled by a certain forward whenever she had the chance. you had already passed the ball, when the australian made her way to tackle you, you braced for impact literally landing on your back, as you gasped—absolutely winded by that.

the whistle had blew, as the ref had enough—quickly showing caitlin the yellow card, as she turned to check up on you. you received pats on the back, as you tried to stable your breathing.

“¿cuál es su problema? [what is her problem?]” you asked in spanish, as jessie knelt beside you—millie, the english woman looking at you in concern.

“are you good to play?” millie asked, knowing if you weren’t you’d be subbed off. but you gave her a nod, you still had some left in you. meanwhile, lia pulled caitlin away a raised eyebrow was seen.

“stop whatever this is, you’ve moved on, so why can’t i?” lia said, as she went back to her position. her eyes never left you, until you had gotten up.

the first half had came to an end, both teams had the same score, 2-2. you had entered the tunnel, swinging an arm over jessie and niamh. the locker room was silent, as emma gave her tactics, to change the game.

you lifted your jersey, seeing the bruises as you swiftly pulled the shirt down, noticing the concern from the duo. after a few harsh shoves from the australian forward, you had enough—giving her a small shove, as she got close to you.

the sound of cracking was caught your attention, you had bent down—bringing your hand to your nose, feeling the warmth fluid run down your arm. you didn’t pay attention to the whistle, or how several of your teammates moved the forward away from you.

niamh was by your side in an instant, as she knelt down, looking at your situation. she grimaced at the sight of blood, but turned to the benches signaling for the medics.

“that looks bloody.” niamh said, as you chuckled but winced at the pain. your head was raised as you looked at the big screen, the blood trailing down your arm was a terrible sight to see.

“she won’t be happy.” you groaned, as you removed your hand, the medics quickly doing their job.

“seems like they’re one player down.” jessie commented, as she saw the ref raise the red card. the arsenal bench was in shock at how their forward behavior, as emma was delighted at the advantage.

“you’ll be going off, as fran will be subbed in.” millie commented, as you gave her a nod, following the medics to the sidelines, giving a high five with your clean hand.

you took your spot on the bench, your jersey was stained with blood as you glanced at the field—the ice pack wasn’t helping at all. you watched as the ref blew the final whistle, signaling the end of the game—the chelsea bench ran to the field as you softly smiled at them.

you analyzed the arsenal team, there was tension as you raised an eyebrow. but your eyes were on a certain swiss who walked beside the english captain, clearly listening to her friend’s words.

you hummed before moving to the barriers, mapi wasn’t amused on what happened. she grabbed your chin, analyzing your nose as ingrid had to swat her hand away.

“parece que alguien estaba celoso. [it seems like someone was jealous.]” mapi said, as you hummed at her words.

“¿caitlin? no tiene derecho a estar celosa. [caitlin? she has no right to be.]” as you said, clearly not knowing the missing part. as mapi snickered at your oblivious state, resulting in a smack by ingrid to which she pouted at.

“great game, leon.“ eloise said, as you gave her a nod. you glanced at her younger sister who had a sign, she wanted your shirt. as you gave her a soft smile, before tugging your jersey off—giving it to eloise’s younger sister who gave you a small thanks.

meanwhile, in the arsenal training room—it was silent, a pin could drop and you’d be able to hear it.

“would you want to explain anything?” kim asked, clearly unamused at her teammate’s red card, the cause of hurting a player of the opposing team.

lia was seen glancing at the floor, clearly not wanting to talk about it. as caitlin just sat there, despite katie being beside her.

“then, you’ll be benched foord.” as a protest from the australian forward was heard, but a simple look from steph had silenced it.

the team dispersed, as lia grabbed her kit bag, deciding it was best to shower up at her own place. leah had followed her, connecting the dots as she bumped into her teammate’s shoulder.

“so, a chelsea player.” leah hummed, as lia chuckled.

“yeah, a chelsea player.” lia softly smiled, as leah’s eyes noticed you. you were sitting on a couch, playing with your fingers as you waited for lia.

“seems like princess charming is here.” leah nudged, as lia followed leah’s gaze to see you. her eyes analyzed you, taking note of the bandaged nose, as she chuckled catching your attention.

you stood up, walking to the pair as you greeted leah, who returned it with a small smile. you felt lia gently touch your face, as she placed a soft kiss on your cheek.

“that must’ve hurt.” lia said, as you hummed.

“it did.”

[bookofthegear]

Your trusty Swiss Army knife makes…well, not short work of the grille. It takes awhile and your wrist gets sore, and there’s a dicey moment when it’s only attached to the wall by one screw and starts to twist, but eventually you get the huge metal grille loose. It clangs to the floor and you throw yourself against it, trying to slide it against the wall so you don’t get squished. The loud scraping sound probably alerted anyone in a half-mile radius, so you’ve rather lost the element of surprise, but no one attacks you.

There is indeed a layer of thin black cloth pinned across the opening. You move it aside with your walking stick. No one attacks you.

The alcove is only about two feet deep, just enough for someone to stand and watch. The east side dead-ends against the wall, while the west side opens into a larger space.

Possibly the most unsettling thing about this is that it appears the concrete wall here is all of three inches thick. The architecture here all feels so solid, like huge slabs were just poured in place, and seeing that some of them are nearly hollow…it’s a weird feeling. As if the whole place is a facade over something bigger and emptier. Or as if the walls might be full of silent observers.

Jimmy, unasked, hops down from your shoulder and peeks around the corner into the larger room. He gestures with a wing to let you know it’s clear.

The room is not large, maybe fifteen by fifteen, and clearly has been occupied for some time. There’s a crude firepit made of broken concrete bits, a square smoke hole in the ceiling, and a nest of blankets in the corner. (There’s a drain in the far corner that was probably for more biological concerns.) Perhaps most incongruous of all, there’s a wooden writing desk pushed against the wall that wouldn’t be out of place in any study or or office back home. It’s been swept clean, but there’s still a candle on it.

You touch the wax. It’s still warm. And the firepit is full of soggy ash, as if someone hastily dumped water over the fire.

There is a single bare footprint in the ashes.

[skele-bunny]

Thinking about Royal Rain.....

(Royal Rain idea inspired by @hypnoneghoul )

You have this little bratty prince(ss) who thinks he's all that and a bag of chips, and sometimes the ghouls feed into that mindset. Bc it feels good.

Phantom at Rain's feet, just kissing softly and whimpering as Rain's other foot goes between his thighs and kicks up to hit his cunt. Perfect to catch attention and for Phantom to shuffle closer, holding Rain's leg and pathetically hump it like a dog. "I'm sorry, your highness... Thank you for letting me touch you." Always gets another kick up for talking without permission. Almost pathetic. Still, it's nice to have a obedient doll there for Rain to toy and boss around. One command and Phantom is quick to comply.

Aurora and Sunshine being graced to simply touch between his legs, Rory looking up so sweetly as she licks his pussy, face covered in slick. Sunny unable to do anything but squirm as Rain strokes her cock. Just little servants for him to get off with, that's all it is. Rain knows where to get pleasure and all the focus just for him. His little ladies in waiting, if you will. They always make sure he cums as much as wants, and if they're lucky, they'll get one or two out and then allowed to cuddle. IF... He's satisfied with their work and behavior.

But thennnn you have the ones that knock him down a peg.

Sure, Mountain is docile. Usually puts up with Rain's attitude and demands simply because he's cute. All up until Rain hits a certain nerve a few times. Gets bent over the nearest piece of furniture, hands gripping Rain's waist as he's impaled over and over again on Mounty's cock. All Rain can do is lay there for it, hands desperately trying to sign apologies but it's simply ignored as Mountain keeps going.

Dew and Aether have always been the one to tag team Rain, and usually the ones to knock that attitude out. Rain whining as Dew gropes him from behind, watching Aether fuck his ass but never touching his clit despite the pleads. "How's it feel being fucked like a little commoners whore, princess?" Dew squeezing his chest. Eventually they'll trade places but Aether isn't so forgiving. Obviously, he needs a few more rounds in before he gets the full discipline they're trying to give.

You think Cirrus and Cumulus are going to put up with Rain telling them what to do? HAH. Keeps him tied to the floor, wrists bound behind his back, vibe to his clit, and a fucking machine at a slow steady pace. They just ignore him like he's simply a decoration in the room. Makes a mess on their floor and that's when they'll acknowledge him. "You call yourself royalty when this is how you look? Pathetic in my opinion." Even once they pull him off the machine, they're still wanting to play.

Swiss is just a straight ASSHOLE LMAO. He'll tease and tease, matches Rain's energy, but is the one to punish him in a more strange way. Forces him in a maid outfit to clean his room. Rain grumbling as he's on his hands and knees scrubbing before Swiss gets behind him, dragging his fingers up the white fabric. It's so degrading and embarrassing, Swiss whispering filth into his ears before slapping his ass and moving on. The entire time he's just being groped and felt up, teased relentlessly until once he's finished made to strip for Swiss and suck him off until HE'S happy. "I think you look good on your knees, princess. Maybe you need to do this more often."

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Bartender Phantom x Regular Swiss because i need to write them so bad.

"Hey, Phantom !"

From their place behind the bar, they huff, trying to smother a smile as they turn toward the man calling out for them. The booming voice is unmistakeable, Phantom would know it everywhere ; it's no surprise to find Swiss leaning against the bar, braced on his elbows, dark eyes crinkling in the corners with the width of his smile. The man hasn't shrugged his leather jacket off yet, having made a beeline for Phantom the second he caught sight of them.

"Swiss," Phantom hums in answer, trying to come off as disinterested even as they stop wiping glasses to give him their full attention. Swiss drums his fingers on the countertop, teasingly close to where Phantom's hand lays.

"You comin' to see the game tonight ?"

Phantom shrugs, glancing at where Swiss' group of friends are settling at their usual table. As some of their longest regulars, they pratically own it.

"Don't know, not a huge fan of hockey."

"Come on," Swiss playfully sighs, letting the last word drag on for longer than strictly necessary, "it'll be fun. I know some of the players, and even Rainy's coming, right, tadpole ?"

Rain, who had started making Swiss' order whithout even having to ask, winks at him.

"You bet I am. Ifrit's playing, right ? He's a vision on the ice."

Swiss hums in answer, eyes still trained on Phantom, his hand drifting to brush the inside of their wrist, voice lowering.

"C'mon. I'll give you a lift. Bring you back home like a proper gentleman."

And Phantom can act as nonchalent as they want, there is no denying the pull Swiss has on them, the way his touch sends sparks under their skin. They lean forward, helplessly, drinking in the easy charm oozing from the man.

"Right. I know how those things end."

Swiss tilts his head, grabbing the drink Rain slides toward him without ever looking away.

"And how do they end, exactly ?"

Memories flash in Phantom's mind, making their face heat up, though they try to keep their tone light. It's hard, with Swiss' knowing gaze on them.

"With you, and me, in the backseat..." Phantom trails their fingers up Swiss' forearm, following the shapes inked under his skin, delighted by the goosebumps rising in answer, "with your hands under my shirt if i still wear a shirt at all..." they push one of Swiss' locks back behind his ear, watching the man's pupils expand, "you acting the opposite of gentleman-like when you pull me in your lap. Isn't that right, Swiss ?"

The man takes a deep breath, downing half of his drink in one go.

"Goddamit bug. Doesn't sound so bad, does it ?"

Of course it doesn't. Swiss' hungry but reverant touch, his hot mouth and all the filthy whispers it drips directly in Phantom's ear, his deep throaty groans rumbling while he bounces Phantom on his lap, keeping them so full they can feel him in their throat...oh, Phantom is adicted.

"Mmh, "bad", no. Unprofessional as hell ? Absolutely."

It's token protest, really, a game of cat and mouse they both engage in whenever they get the chance. Swiss is too charming for his own good, always up for a challenge ; Phantom, not as innocent as they look, flippant, with quite the ego most people don't suspect from them. Their little dynamic works for them, maybe even too well.

"You'd be off the clock," Swiss counters, toying with the collar of Phantom's shirt, "no one to scold you for fucking a regular, especially since your boss is sure to end up under Dew."

Phantom glances at Rain, who's pretending not to listen but is betrayed by his smirk and indulgent nod confirming Swiss' statement. The man in question, apparently disagreeing with Phantom's attention being on anyting else other than him, tugs a little harder on their shirt collar, bringing their faces close.

"C'mon baby. Come to the game."

Phantom grins, deciding on one last tease.

"Aren't you worried I'll find a hot hockey player to take me home instead of you ?"

Swiss' thumb slips under Phantom's collar then, searches for a faded bite mark he knows damn well he'll find, as the one who put it there, and presses on it with a possessive hum.

"Mmh, 'course not. Because I know, if I wasn't the one you wanted, you wouldn't have let me lay a single finger on you, isn't that right Phantom ?"

Checkmate, game over, Phantom relents, for now.

"Alright. Pick me up after my shift, don't be late, or i'll go with Rainy."

Swiss' laugh is bright, stirring an emotion far too tender for their little game in the secrecy of Phantom's chest.

"Aya aye Captain. I'll make myself pretty just for you, yeah ?"

Phantom can't wait.

[sentientgolfball]

hello, may I ask for:

¹²⁾ “no underwear?”

with Dew and Swiss? Maybe feminization, Dew wearing a skirt, if you are okay with it? >:)

You said Dew in a skirt and I blacked out

Swiss has been staring at Dew all night. Really all of them have, but Swiss was the most obvious. Can you blame him though and Dew looks like that? 

The pack had decided they had enough lazy days after returning from tour, so they threw on their glamours and hit the town for a night of bar hopping. When Dew walked into the common area where everyone was gathered waiting to leave they almost didn’t make it outside. He was in a skin tight, short little black dress. His hair was down with just the smallest bit of Infernal magick streaming out of his glamour to make it seem like it was glowing. The dress was strapless with the back cutout. His eyes raked over everyone with the smallest knowing smirk. 

“So are we going or what?” 

They were already at their third bar of the night. Some shitty little concert club Swiss couldn’t remember the name of. He could barely remember his own name with the way he’s captivated watching Dew dance with Rain. It was unfair how gorgeous Dew looked. It was unfair that Rain was the one who has been glued to him the entire night. Swiss nearly growled watching Rain’s had grab Dew’s waist, traveling down and around to drag to the tips of his fingers down Dew’s spine. Dew leaned into the touch, back to chest, and looked up at him with half lidded eyes. 

“Careful there Sparky” Cirrus nudges him, amusement in her voice. 

“Huh? What?” 

Cirrus stares at him waiting for him to get it. The longer he looks at her with confusion the more he starts to notice it. He sighs with a groan and works on strengthening his glamour, hiding the claws and fangs that had begun to slip out. 

“Good boy” she pats his cheek “we can’t keep having incidents or they’ll never let us leave again.” 

“I find it insulting you’d think I’d pull a Rain.” 

“We sent you into the bathroom to go take care of a murder scene and instead you had sex can you blame me?” 

“Hey to be fair I had sex and helped Rain clean it up. I was summoned to multitask, baby.” 

Cirrus rolls her eyes but there’s a grin on her face as she takes a sip of her drink. Swiss returns his attention to the two dancing ghouls and almost wishes he hadn’t. Rain has Dew pulled against him, one hand around his waist the other around his neck. Rain had his lips to his ear as the two grind against each other. That was the last straw for Swiss. He jumped out of his seat and made his way over to them. Dew held eye contact with him the whole way. Rain glared at him when he was close enough to speak to them over the loud music. 

“Mind if I have a turn with our lovely Spitfire, Rainy?”

If looks could kill, Swiss would be a dead man. His hold on Dew tightened. 

“Aw come on Rainy baby don’t you know sharing is caring?” 

“Who said I cared?” Rain glares at him before kissing down Dew’s neck. 

Swiss steps closer with a grin on his face “Getting a little bold are we?” 

“Care to find out?” 

“Alright you two cut the shit no one needs to pull a Mountain” Dew wiggles out of Rain’s grasp. Rain scowls at him. 

“Come on rainstorm it won’t kill you to let me play with Swiss for a bit. Besides, you have to make good on those promises when we get back” Dew pats him on the cheek with a wide grin. 

Rain just scoffs, pulls him in for a quick filthy kiss, and walks off to the booth the pack claimed when they arrived. They watch him go before Dew crowds into Swiss’ space. 

“What now Sparky? You got me all to yourself.” 

Swiss immediately wraps his hand around Dew’s wrist, dragging him to the nearest bathroom. Swiss locks the door once they’re inside before bending down to suck a mark over the spot Rain kissed. Dew laughs and tilts his head back to give him more room to work. 

“Real fucking excited aren’t ya?” 

“You have no fucking idea Spitfire.” 

Swiss takes a step forward, causing Dew to be pushed against the door. The fire ghoul thread his hands through his hair and hooks one legs over his hip. Swiss uses the new angle to his advantage, running his hand up Dew’s thigh before slipping under the hem of his dress. He gasps. 

“No underwear?” 

“Didn’t want lines” Dew shrugs.

“UhHuh that’s the reason.” 

Dew laughs and grinds his hips forward against Swiss’ hand. The multi ghoul brings Dew into a filthy kiss as he grabs at Dew’s cock, stroking him fully hard. Teeth clack together as Swiss makes an effort to shove his tongue down his throat. Swiss brings his other hand around to Dew’s back. He pets gently over the exposed skin for only a moment before dipping before the hem to slide a finger between his cheeks. 

Dew lets go of his hold on Swiss to pull the dress up to bunch around his hips. Swiss gives him a look. 

“What? This shit was expensive, I'm not ruining it.” 

“Oh I’ll ruin something.” 

Swiss latches onto Dew’s neck, sucking and nibbling where his gill scars would be under the glamour. He probes his finger against Dew’s asshole, huffing out a laugh when he feels wetness. He continues slowly stroking his dick as he slides the tip of his finger inside of Dew. He groans into Swiss’ neck before licking up the column of his throat to taste his mixed elemental flavor. There’s an underlying taste of whiskey and spice that Dew can’t get enough of. Dew sighs when he feels Swiss curl the finger that’s inside of him. Swiss slips a second finger into him and Dew keens, biting into the side of his neck. 

“Good fucking girl” Swiss thrusts his fingers in and out of Dew. 

He laughs when he feels his cock kick in the hand, blurting a glob of pre into his fist. 

“Shit you’re so pretty Spitfire. Need you to get all dolled up like this more.” 

Swiss strokes him faster, content to feel him clench around his fingers with every twist of his fist over his head. Dew groans when he feels him slipping a third finger into his ass. His hips twitch forward, fucking into Swiss’ fist with each downward stroke. 

“Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum” Swiss frantically pressed kisses into Dew’s skin. 

Dew groans “When have I ever been a good girl?” 

Swiss thrusts his fingers into Dew, curling inside of him and that’s all it takes. Dew bites Swiss’ shoulder with a grunt, spilling hot into his hand. Swiss licks and kisses every part of skin he can get his mouth on until Dew’s legs stop shaking. He takes one more deep inhale of his campfire and cinnamon scent before pulling away. He grins at Dew before bringing his hands to his mouth, cleaning his slick and his cum from his fingers with a moan. 

Dew takes a moment to catch his breath, smoothing out his hair and his dress. 

“You know Mount’s gonna go ballistic when you walk back out there smelling like me.” 

“Well at the very least it won’t end with another code murder” Swiss laughs “but I think he’ll be distracted by another scent.” 

Dew raises his eyebrow at Swiss, scanning over his face until it hits him like a truck. 

“No fucking way. You didn’t” Dew laughs. 

“You’re the one who decided to wear a slutty little black dress” Swiss shrugs. 

“Oh Mounty is definitely gonna lose his fucking mind” Dew palms the front of Swiss’ pants, making shudder with the feeling of his cum before spread around. 

“Now if you’ll excuse me I need to go entertain a water ghoul” Dew gives him a quick kiss before leaving the bathroom.

[emmaameliamiaava]

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[moonwatchuniverse]

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[divine-misfortune]

Alright so i MIGHT have accidentally deleted the ask that @mac-and-thefox sent like a dumb ass but she requested rulti for the kiss prompts with 'on a place of insecurity'.

With a few little splashes, the flat stone skimmed along the mirror like surface of the lake sending disruptive ripples across the water. Inevitably gravity took hold and plunged the rock beneath the surface and Swiss watched it go with a furrowed brow. Briefly interrupted, the lake settled back into its serene state. Unbothered by him and his influence on it like always. 

He laid back against the dock and stared up at the glittering sky, stars winking down at him in his misery. Swiss knew he'd regret the choice to collapse onto the dock and not the grass, sensing splinters and a lecture from Aether in his future, but the deed was already done. Resigned to his fate, he threw an arm over his eyes in an attempt to block out the silver moonlight. 

"There you are...Started to think you were hiding from me." The dock creaked under added weight, Swiss didn't know if he trusted it to hold two people. 

Swiss lifted his arm long enough to look up at the upside-down face of the water ghoul looming over him. Just as pretty from this angle, outlined in a soft white glow. 

"Not from you, from her" he gestured vaguely towards the sky and Rain's head tilted. "She's been mocking me for days." 

"The moon is mocking you?" 

"Yes! Yes, it fucking has. I know you've felt that tug in your bones all week." He watched Rain straighten out his spine, arms folded neatly behind his back as he tipped his head back. Natural and elegant in her presence like he belonged there. "Calling me back to the water despite everything," he scoffed "she loves my anguish apparently." 

"Now someone sounds a little too self important" he mused and seated himself on the space of the dock beside him, arms braced behind him, head still thrown back to admire the cloudless sky. "She doesn't call you for nothing, certainly not maliciously. You've got it inside you, Mr. Multi." 

"Barely. Hardly a multi ghoul as imbalanced as I am, water just...doesn't stick. Not meant for it." Swiss frowned and turned his face to the side away from Rain, watching the lake gently lapping at the shoreline. "I can make a little wave or two but that's not impressive." 

He turns towards him again and Rain's laying down as well, on his side, staring at him with a bent arm pillowed under his head. There's that tug again. Magnetic and persistent. He sighed and the other ghoul shifted closer, close enough their natural body temperatures clashed. It was impossible not to feel stripped bare when Rain looked at him like that - nothing short of adoring. 

"Still runs in your veins." 

Rain reached for his hand and pulled it closer, tracing the dark blue lines in his wrist with the tip of his finger. Examining him, studying what comprised the multi parts of him. Familiarizing himself with what made him. 

"You may run hot," he paused to kiss his inner wrist. His pulse stuttered under the cool grace of his lips "but that doesn't mean the element has gone and evaporated out of you." 

"Rain-" embarrassment crept into his voice, masking uncertainty. 

"See her in your eyes." 

His hand came to rest on his cheek, thumbing lightly at the space beneath his eye. Swiss exhaled, blinking sparingly as he stared at the silver rings in Rain's eyes. She resided there unapologetically, belonged amongst the sapphire. 

"If anything, I think she's just pulling me back to you," Swiss admitted quietly and mirrored Rain's position on his side. Closer than they had been but not close enough for her incessant pushing. 

"Calling you back to the water where you belong." Hand drifting, Rain cupped the back of his neck and Swiss laid his own on the dip of his waist. Touching to prove the ghoul in front of him, beautiful as he was, was real and not some fantasy. 

Exhaling softly, Swiss could almost taste the rosewater on his breath. He breathed in the artificial vanilla scent of Rain's preferred chapstick and pressed his fingers into his waist. Not hard. A miniscule adjustment, never wanting to let him go. His eyes drifted shut before Rain's lips ever met his, already drowning in the water ghoul's embrace.  

Rain kissed him like he's never tasted doubt on his name. It was easy to let him lead. Easy for Swiss to match the lazy pace, mouths moving together slowly with an unspoken coordination - Rain kissed him like it was his whole purpose in life to steal the air from his lungs and breathe his love back into him, and the idea was preferable to ever tasting oxygen again. 

From his waist, Swiss' hand slipped under his shirt to slide his palm up his spine. He ran hot but Rain, cool to the touch, never failed to even him out. He needed that, balance in skin to skin contact. 

Minutes, hours, centuries later is when Rain broke away and Swiss felt his lungs tight and hot crying for air. It was a feeling he could ignore with such a perfect distraction. Rain's gills fluttered as he drew his own breath. 

"She loves you." Rain squeezed the back of his neck gentle, foreheads coming to rest together. "She loves you because I love you, and the water belongs to you as much as me."

[bigsexiest]

Just something silly

Some ghouls like to pile on each other in the living room after dinner. 

Usually, Mountain likes to head to bed early, only to wake up before the sun so he can tend to his gardens before it becomes too hot. Rain slinks to his room to do Lucifer knows what—Cirrus and Cumulus like to cuddle with each other in the privacy of their room. 

So Swiss, Phantom, Aurora, and Dew stay in the living room, enjoying each other’s company before Aether finishes washing dishes and cleaning countertops.

They usually lay on the floor. The couch was deemed too small after one instance of Aurora falling off and hurting her wrist. Swiss was too worried about her to consider using the couch again for their cuddle pile.

Swiss is usually the ghoul to take charge and lay a soft blanket out, while the three other ghouls stand on the outskirts waiting for him to wave them over. Then it’s a free-for-all. 

Phantom and Aurora fight over who will get to cuddle closest in Swiss’s arms. Dew is just happy to have someone hold him while he waits for Aether to finish cleaning.

In the past, the ghouls have offered to help clean up but Aether insists that it’s faster without the extra bodies in the way. He enjoys the process of watching the mess he’d made disappear. All the pots and pans and cutting boards cleared away.

The leftovers are safely portioned in the fridge for his loved ones to discover tomorrow. Dew has a propensity for eating last night's leftovers for breakfast in the morning. Aether hates it but Dew insists that breakfast is a social construct and the food tastes just as good no matter what time of day it is. Sadly enough for Aether, Dew has similarly corrupted Phantom. So the leftovers are packaged by Aether with love knowing his sweet ghouls will enjoy them in the morning.

Dew has just settled down with his head resting atop Aurora’s chest, listening to her heartbeat mixed with the purring of all the ghouls when he hears something that could wake him from the deepest sleep. From miles away, he would come running for that sound. 

He can already hear Swiss whining as Phantom chirps and rips himself from Swiss's arms and jumps up, sprinting to the kitchen. Dew isn’t far behind, Aurora and Swiss also getting up and following.

Phantom may have beaten him to the kitchen, but Dew knows he’s Aether’s favorite.

Aether had been trying to keep quiet. Pulling the ice cream from the freezer went fine. Taking out four bowls flew completely under their radar. Even doling out scoops of ice cream into the bowls didn’t raise an eyebrow. Aether was surprised at how lost to the world they were from within each other’s arms. Usually, Dew would keep an ear open for his mate, waiting to hear him call so they could retire to their room. 

It wasn’t until he pulled out the whipped cream that they came running. He was able to get the cap off and the first squirt into Swiss’s bowl before they all started mobbing him. 

Trying to avoid a maul between Phantom and Dew, which was seconds away from happening based on the growls and snarling coming from the two, fighting each other to get closer to Aether, he places the bowls on the ground as quickly as possible.

He slides the bowls to different corners of the kitchen, trying to keep them all far away from each other. All four ghouls reverted to their basest form, following instincts to get to the sweet treat. They probably wouldn’t have acted so feral if they weren’t all together. The competition between them only amplifies their emotion. Snuffling along the floor, tripping over limbs to get to the ice cream, Aether thought it was all very cute.

He still had the can of whipped cream in his hand. Not that the ghouls would notice the difference without it. Aether felt bad anyway. So he went to each ghoul’s bowl and gave them each a hefty spray of whipped cream. Their snarling had turned to excited purring, but Dew’s tail continued to swish with anger. 

When Swiss finished first, he laid his entire body down on the floor, content to lick his bowl relishing a deep feeling of satisfaction.

When Phantom finished he immediately slinked across the floor to Aurora’s bowl trying to see if he could steal some of hers. Good riddance she was just finishing up as well. Instead of lashing out at him, she took to licking around his mouth, cleaning up the mess he’d made.

Aether stood a few feet behind Dew, ensuring none of the ghouls could try and do what Phantom had tried to do to Aurora. She was very forgiving about theft, but Dew would have flipped out. Aether could just imagine his little fire ghoul with his claws out, teeth bared, ready to tear the throat out of anyone who came close. Aether would have had to stay up for hours in the infirmary patching up whichever ghoul thought it was smart to get between Dew and his ice cream.

When Dew finished eating his ice cream, his tail stopped swishing, and he sat up on his knees looking at Aether. The other ghouls were still preoccupied, and Aether was sure they’d eventually find their way back to their rooms. He decided to leave the empty bowls on the floor, sure he’d return to clean them in the morning. Maybe Mountain would guess what happened and put them away for Aether while he was preparing his coffee in the early hours of the dawn.

Either way, it was a problem for future Aether. Present Aether was ready to pick up his lovely fire ghoul and carry him to their room where he could lick the remnants of the ice cream off Dew’s face and Dew could gently fall asleep purring heavily and kneading at Aether’s chest in contentment.

(just something I thought might be cute)

[sphylor]

cw: blood

Today's practice had turned out way more stressful than Dew had expected. Papa was caught up in some ministry business so the ghouls were left to go through songs and choreography by themselves. Dew was a little bit thrown off by this news but it was fine. They had done loads of ghoul only practices before and done everything they needed to do. But there was an air of what Dew could only describe as silliness hanging over the other ghouls today and it was making it hard to get damn near anything done. 

“-and then I told him that I didn't even work there!” Swiss exclaimed as Phantom and Cirrus doubled over with laughter.

“So you had this poor guy follow you around the whole store trying to get your attention?” Cumulus giggled as she wiped a tear from her eye.

“I don't even know why he did it!” 

There was another eruption of laughter and Dew eyed the instruments that his bandmates had abandoned to go listen to Swiss’ story. He looked round at the other ghouls and saw the same level of disinterest in practicing. Rain had sat down on the edge of Mountain's platform and pulled out his phone and headphones while the earth ghoul absentmindedly drummed out a beat and stared out the window. Aurora had even linked her phone to one of the speakers and was playing some new hit pop song. Everything was so loud and disorganised. Dew tried to get anyone's attention, but between the laughter and the music and the sound of Mountain's drums no one could hear him. Or they were all just ignoring him. 

“Guys can we get on with the fucking practice? We start touring in a month and we still have so many things to go over.” Dew raised his voice and everyone went quiet. Aurora turned off the music and everyone got back into position. Dew felt guilt start to grow in his gut at all the sheepish looks on his bandmates faces. But he shook his head and looked at the setlist they needed to practice for the first show. “Okay let's just start from the top because Papa isn't here.”

They got through the first few songs without a hitch but when they got to the first solo in Faith, one of Dew's hands decided to cramp and completely fuck up the whole thing. Dew stifled his cry of pain and everyone stopped to see what happened. 

“I'm fine. Let's just start again.”

Dew tried again but his fingers weren't cooperating. He kept fumbling the notes as his hand continued to ache even after the cramping stopped. He was getting increasingly frustrated with himself. Everytime he messed up the solo he went back to the start and tried it again. He didn't even notice when the other's stopped playing when he started to do that. He also didn't notice his glamour slipping and, with what seemed to be a deafening twang, Dew's claws sliced straight through several strings.

The sound of his only blood rushing through his head was the only thing he could hear as he stared down at the guitar. One of the strings must have caught his hand as it snapped and Dew watched the blood drip down his wrist, staining his sleeve. 

Phantom rushed over and tried to take his hand. “Dew, you're bleeding! Let me fix that for y-”

A deep, guttural growl cut the quint off as Dew snatched his hand back and threw his pick to the floor. He would have thrown his whole guitar to the floor too if he didn't know how much it would cost to replace it. So he just shoved it on its stand and stormed out of the room.

As he marched down the corridors he could feel the hot tears start to stream down his face. He was such a fucking idiot. Phantom didn't deserve that. None of them deserved the brunt of his temper. The guilt made his stomach churn and he wanted to scream. He wrenched the door to his room open and slammed it shut behind him, before launching himself into bed. Grabbing the nearest pillow, he screamed into it until his throat was raw and his head hurt. 

After that, he realised that the feeling of his clothes sticking to his sweaty skin was just too much and he practically ripped them off his body, throwing them across the room and not caring where they landed. Then he remembered the cut on his hand and saw how much blood he had got all over his bed. It was everywhere. All the thrashing about he had done had caused the wound to keep reopening and bleeding all over his sheets and blankets and pillows. Dew practically jumped away from the bed and just stood there, too overwhelmed by everything to do anything. The tears started again and Dew just didn't know what to do. He fell to the ground and sobbed.