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so fucking humbling to be like “no I like that character a normal amount” and then you can literally feel your heart rate spike at a mention of them like a dog that just heard the word “treat”
Parallel solo play unwinding turned partnered because Dew can’t keep his damn hands (or mouth) to himself
Tags: masturbation, dirty talk, Cirrus is gorgeous and Dew has to cum about it, and then eat her out
Word Count: 888
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It's become a post ritual, ritual of sorts. With Aether and Cumulus continents away at home, Dew and Cirrus find themselves filling the gap for each other a lot on tour.
It's not every night, sometimes just here or there. Other times they cling together night after night when the homesickness settles in like an ache. Either way, during bows they’ll lock eyes and they both know what they need.
What comes first are quick, cold showers at the venue, and a tedious bus ride to the hotel. But once the door clicks shut behind them, their clothes are shed on the way to the bed where they ensconce themselves between the perfumed sheets and melt.
Tonight they cuddle up close, breathing each other in. Dew’s furnace-like body heat is delightful in the chill of the frigid AC. Dew rests his head on Cirrus’ tits like it belongs there.
“How’s your foot doing?” She purrs, rubbing his side with teasing fingers.
“Little sore.” He admits “It's doing better overall though.”
Her hand comes to rest over his belly. “Just want to sleep?”
His molten gold eyes meet her bird of prey bright ones. He asks a question of his own in response.
“Want to stay up a little bit longer?”
He smiles in a very slight way, easy to miss, but Cirrus recognizes her desire reflected back at her. So she nods, with a coy smirk of her own.
She offers him her first two fingers and he parts his lips readily to lick them; gets them wet. When she makes to withdraw, he kisses the pads before they move out of reach. Then they continue to chat idly, as Cirrus lazily slips a hand under the sheets, and down the line of her body to rest between her legs. Their voices and the hum of the AC unit just mask the sounds of Dew beginning to tug at himself.
“Did you want to check out that sandwich place before we hit the road tomorrow?” She asks
“The one with the cute name? What was it?”
“Munchies.” Cirrus titters as she says it.
“Mm yeah. I can probably get Rain on board too. I saw a decent looking tuna sandwich on their menu. And then ice cream after. There's this place that makes the most amazing mint chocolate chip.”
“Are they the one that does the peach daiquiri flavor?”
“Yup. I can check if they’ll have it before we go.”
“I wish I could take a pint of that with us.” Cirrus muses.
“You probably can. Doesn’t the fridge on the bus have a small freezer?”
“Two pints then.”
Dew chuckles. Gives himself a squeeze and the sound turns breathy.
“Crowd was good tonight.”
“Wasn’t it?”
“I think someone nearly fainted when you did your solo.” Dew teases.
“I cannot be held responsible for any collateral damage my shredding may or may not effect.” She tilts her nose up, mock snooty for all of two seconds before she giggles. “They loved your bit with Rain during Year Zero.”
“They eat that up don’t they?”
The sheets rustle a little as Cirrus speeds up her hand a bit.
“You looked so good up there tonight.” He purrs, starting to mouth at her breast. “Fuckin love you in these costumes. I thought the prequel ones were tight but these are painted on.”
“You looked just as scrumptious you know” Her voice goes gravely and the hand that had been sitting on his back dips down to get a good handful of his ass.
“I mean it.” His voice cracks a little as his hand speeds up. “Makes me crazy.” A love nip. “Wrapped up like a present. Everyone watching wishes they could get a taste.” His hips jerk, rutting against her hip.
She grins, all teeth.
“I bet they do. But they don’t get to, do they?” Another squeeze to his rear, holding his hips against hers.
“Mm mm.” He wraps an arm around her, possessive. His other arm jostles the sheets as he tugs at himself frantically.
“To get to touch, to taste; that's a privilege just for you.”
Dew hisses though gritted teeth; nods and takes her nipple between his lips, sucks.
“I bet that feels nice. Knowing you have what they all want.”
More nods.
“Show me how good it makes you feel.” She purrs like velvet, right against his ear. The goosebumps have barely bloomed and he’s groaning and spilling against her leg.
She rubs herself to the sound.
Dew going lax post orgasm, she focuses on her own pleasure. Circling her fingers just right, basking in that feeling of all those eyes on her, desiring her. But then Dew is shuffling around under the covers, settling between her legs to nose her hand away.
“I can get myself off you know.”
“Yeah but what if I want to eat you out? It's completely self-serving.”
Cirrus laughs knowing that even if Dew is an inherently selfish creature, his desire to provide here is more than simple greed. She doesn’t point that out though, just spreads her thighs to make room. Slips her hand into his hair to hold him against her. Sinks in against the pillows as his tongue slips over her clit, inside. Her toes curl and she looses a soft groan of her own.
Phantom plays stupid to get Swiss into bed then turns the tables on him with their quintessence.
3.7k words - virginity kink, corruption kink, quintessence fuckery, dubcon (as pertains to the quintessence), fingering, PiV sex, coming inside, they/them pronouns for Phantom, cunt/clit/folds for Phantom's anatomy, cock/dick for Swiss'.
AO3
yeah I've got no excuse for this one. don't like don't read etc. etc. I just think Phantom should get to torment Swiss and them both reap the benefits of it ok?
Phantom wasn’t summoned naive. That was just an assumption that had been thrust upon them; it wasn’t their fault that they were a little gullible, or that they had a babyface. Aurora did too yet that hadn’t stopped the pack from treating her like any other ghoul. What was it about them that made everyone act so damn careful? Other ghouls’ preconceptions just could be so limiting.
So who could blame them if they used that to their advantage?
They had tried their little game on almost every ghoul in the pack so far. They played stupid, acted shy, or otherwise leaned in to the role they had been unwittingly assigned at their summoning to have their target eating out of their hand, before letting them believe that they were the first one to coax the new quintessence ghoul into their bed.
Aether had been particular fun. The larger ghoul had been so afraid to hurt them at first, taking his time with his quintessence to really loosen them up, in more ways than one. Phantom had let him, all while taking notes. When they eventually flipped the script on him, infecting his mind with their own creeping purple haze, he had finally let his guard down. He had thrown them about like a ghoul possessed, making them feel even smaller in exactly the way Phantom had desired all along.
They had been saving Swiss for last though, wanting to get more quintessence practice in first. Rain had let them try out some of their worst ideas on him at least; the water ghoul had seen through their original deception almost instantly, recognising some of their own devious tactics in them. If they were ever to team up, Phantom thought they could have the whole pack at their beck and call.
Swiss was itching to get his claws into the new ghoul, Phantom knew, yet despite their provocations he had remained a total gentleman. Still, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that he wanted nothing more than to corrupt the fresh summon, ruin them for anyone else.
It was a shame then, that Phantom had already had their way with everyone else but him.
They knew what it would take to make him snap though, knew he was already close. Swiss wouldn’t be able to resist once they set their mind to it.
“Swiss?” Phantom sidled up to the multi ghoul, their widest eyes filled with just the right balance of embarrassment and uncertainty. “D’you have a minute?”
He was sat in the loveseat with his legs spread wide, taking up the whole chair. Perfect for what they had planned.
“Course I do, Buggy.”
His golden eyes softened at the sight of them, but kept their edge as Phantom’s own flicked to his lips and back up. They wouldn’t have to try that hard to get his attention, they knew.
“Can I sit?” Phantom shuffled their feet.
The edge in Swiss’ gaze sharpened.
“Get comfy.” Swiss leaned back and patted his lap.
Phantom threw themselves into it, squirming slightly under the guise of getting comfortable. They had this down to an art by now.
“Do you— I’ve—” They bit their lip coyly, purposefully not meeting his eye.
Swiss’ hand came to rest on their face, thumb gently prying their lip free with a soft tut. He was already stirring in his pants beneath them, Phantom noted.
“I’m all warm… Down there.” They led Swiss’ gaze with their own eyes, and his followed hungrily.
“Oh yeah?” He was struggling not to grin like a cat who got the cream, Phantom thought.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” They whined as they wriggled once more, delighting in the feel of his cock stiffening further, and clutching onto his thick bicep.
“Oh Baby, is this your first time feeling like this?” Swiss was as sweet as sugar, but Phantom knew what that was masking. “Thank you for coming to me first, you can always let me help you. The others would just want to take advantage of a sweet little thing like you.”
“You’ll help me?” Phantom turned their doe eyes back on him. “Make this feeling go away?”
“Oh, I’ll make you feel good alright.” He was eating right out of their palm.
“Thank you Swissy.” Phantom practically purred, rubbing their face to his like a cat. “Always so good to me.”
“Course I am, Baby.” Swiss leered. “Now, let’s get you to my room, I’ll be able to help you better there.”
They let themselves be led from the lounge to Swiss’ room, trying not to let their glee show too clearly on their face. He had taken the bait without even questioning it, Phantom noted with delight. That made the next step of their plan easy.
Slowly, subtly enough that Swiss’ own quintessence link wouldn’t notice it, they began to channel his projection of nerves and confusion back into the him. By the time they reached his door his pace had slowed, enough uncertainty creeping in that Phantom had to look at him, then at the door handle with a tiny quizzical expression for him to actually open it and usher them through.
“Why don’t you sit on the bed for me, Buggy?” Swiss’ previous attitude returned as the door closed behind them and he let go of them.
Phantom duly complied, swaying their hips just slightly in the few steps it took to cross the room.
“What’re you going to do?” They asked, sinking into his soft mattress.
“Well, I’m gonna take good care of you, that’s for sure.” Swiss’ smirk had returned as he joined them, albeit slightly more subdued than before. “Why don’t you lie back, get comfortable?”
Sprawling onto their side, Phantom whimpered quietly as his hand brushed theirs, sending a fresh wave of faux innocence dancing along his nerves.
“Like this?”
“Just like that.” Swiss hummed.
“Now what?” They probed him slightly with their quintessence, testing their handiwork.
“I—” Swiss’ composure stuttered for the first time. “Can I, uh, kiss you? It’ll help.”
“Kiss me?” Phantom crinkled their brow. “Course you can, Swissy!”
They placed a tiny kiss of their own to the tip of Swiss’ nose, wilfully misunderstanding him.
“No, Baby, like this.”
Very clearly pushing past an uncharacteristic flutter of nerves, Swiss closed the distance between them to kiss them properly although still not as deeply as Phantom would have liked. They let him take the lead for now though, melting into the press of his warm lips and letting him pull them in slightly closer with a hand on their hip.
“It feels nice but…” Phantom asked when Swiss eventually broke for air. “How’s it going to help with…”
Phantom pressed a hand to their crotch, exaggerating the flutter of their eyelids as they leaned into their touch and bit their lip again, moaning slightly as they rocked their hips into their hand. Groaning low in his chest, Swiss kissed them once more, licking over the tooth indentations in their lip.
“Hey, hey now, don’t worry Baby.” He murmured between kisses. “I said I’d help you, didn’t I?”
“I know, and I trust you, I just need it Swiss, I can’t take this much longer!”
Another rock of their hips into their hand pulled another pained noise from Swiss.
“Y’know, it’ll be easier to help you if you take your clothes off.” He suggested, hiding a smirk in their hair as he nuzzled at their forehead.
“Yeah?” Phantom pouted as they looked up. “If you say it’ll help.”
They made a big show of struggling out of their t-shirt then failing to pull their shorts off while still lying down, baiting Swiss into helping them. When his fingers made contact, grazing their waist, Phantom unleashed a fresh stream of nerves into him until they felt his hands shake.
Swiss’ little gasp echoed in the otherwise quiet room as he discovered that they had nothing on beneath the shorts.
“Should you undress too?” They asked, pretending to cover themselves in embarrassment. “It feels weird, being the only one…”
They loved it really, but watching Swiss’ hunger grow with their feigned reluctance was even better.
“If it’ll make you more comfortable Buggy, anything.”
He went to pull off his shirt and Phantom gleefully noted that he appeared to be needing to psyche himself up. They choose to make things worse by unabashedly staring at him as he shimmied his joggers down, playing on his sudden self consciousness. Phantom licked their lips as his cock sprung free but Swiss’ cheeks were burning and he was not meeting their eye to see.
Staring at his thick length, flushed deep burgundy and already leaking, they made a noise in their throat that wasn’t not a coo, that in any other circumstance would have been deeply patronising.
“Looks painful.” They whispered.
“It’s for the same reason as you, Buggy.”
“You need my help too?” Batting their eyelashes, Phantom pursed their lips slightly, letting Swiss imagine them wrapped around him.
“Well, if you’d like to. I know you haven’t done this before.”
Swiss looked slightly confused at his own words, as if he was beginning to doubt if he had either.
Phantom smiled encouragingly.
“Want you to feel good too Swissy.”
“Yeah… Yeah.” Swiss took a shuddering breath.
He settled back onto his side, both of them now naked, and took their hands in his. They dimpled at him in response.
“Gonna make you feel all better Buggy.”
“Please Swiss, I feel so—” Phantom rolled their hips into him, grazing his cock and making him hiss slightly, hips jerking of their own accord. “Oh, I’m sorry, does that feel bad?”
“Not at all.” Swiss went very still. “Really good, actually. But this is about you.”
“Okay.” Phantom acquiesced quickly. “What’re you gonna do?”
“Can I touch you, Baby?”
“You’re already touching me!” Phantom giggled, squeezing his warm hands in theirs.
Swiss’ gaze softened, even as his smirk grew a fraction more predatory. Maybe Phantom needed to up the dose of quintessence, just a bit.
“What about somewhere else?” He led their joined hands down towards Phantom’s crotch. “Can I touch you here?”
“If you say it’ll feel good…” Phantom looked up at him beneath long black and white lashes. “I trust you.”
Swiss released their hand to gently press two fingers to their hot and aching clit, already poking out eagerly from between their folds. The callouses on his fingers from his guitar added just the right amount of friction and Phantom ground back onto them with a tiny whimper of delight.
“There there, Baby, does that feel better?” Swiss cooed.
He sounded a little too pleased with himself for Phantom’s liking, so they swiftly rectified that. The slight slowing of his fingers as the hesitancy slipped into the cracks of his mind told them they were successful.
“Feels so good, Swiss.” They keened, thrusting their hips into him and throwing their arms over his shoulders. “Please don’t stop!”
Swiss buried his face in the crook of their shoulder but kept going, the minuscule, jerking thrusts of his own hips giving away his arousal despite the nerves Phantom was filling him with.
“Can I touch you too?” Phantom asked suddenly.
They felt their climax creeping up sooner than they would have liked but wanted to draw this out longer, to see just how far they could push Swiss.
“Y-yeah. Please.”
Phantom looked up at him, all wide-eyed as they wrapped their hand around his straining length.
“Like this?”
The low groan he let out as Phantom squeezed his cock was involuntary, the multi ghoul squeezing his eyes shut as if he were trying not to cum on the spot when they began to stroke it.
“Exactly like that, Buggy!” He forced his eyes back open, his pupils so dilated they appeared almost completely black. “You’re a natural at this!”
He appeared torn between his sudden unexplained nerves and the sight in front of him as his own hand stilled.
“You can touch me more, you know.” Phantom encouraged, half-expecting him to bust on the spot given how he was quivering already.
Only then did he begin to explore further with his thick fingers, Phantom noted. They smirked to themselves as he took direction; they had the upper hand definitively now, even though they would argue that they had been the one in control from the very start.
Still, they allowed him to think he was taking the lead, running a digit through their folds, dipping the tip into their slick entrance.
“Ouuuhh, Swiss.” They moaned almost pornographically. “What’re you doing?”
“Still helping you, Baby.” He paused. “If that’s what you want?”
“Yes, Swiss, please!” Phantom squeezed their muscles so their cunt fluttered around his fingertip, their hand tightening around his cock as they continued to stroke over it, just too slow to really give him any satisfaction.
“How’s it feel?” The hesitance was at the forefront of his tone now.
“It feels…” Phantom trailed off, clenching again as he pressed deeper and watching Swiss’ eyes roll back into his head briefly. “Weird. Good weird, though.”
“Yeah?”
The smugness was back, Phantom noticed with mild irritation. Just how much quintessence did it take to keep the multi ghoul down?
“You wanna know what would feel even better for both of us?”
“Show me.” Phantom panted, relishing in the feeling of Swiss adding a second finger. “Please.”
“Gotta give me a moment longer then Buggy, need to make sure you’re nice and open for me.”
Swiss petted at their inner walls with his fingertips, curling them as he searched for the spot that would make them see stars. Phantom resolved to act shocked when he did.
They wailed accordingly as he reached deeper, a flood of warm pleasure suddenly arcing through their body. Their response was only half for show in the end; his fingers were magic, so thick and long and knowing exactly how to touch them already.
“It’s trying to suck me deeper.” Swiss chuckled, sounding awed as if he hadn’t felt this a thousand times before from his other packmates. “I think you’re ready, Baby.”
Phantom took that moment to strike their final blow, channelling every feeling of new and uncertain and hesitant into him. Swiss paused as he pulled his fingers out of them, suddenly withdrawing into his shell. The want still poured off him, but a cloud of false anxiety stood between him and actually taking what he had been chasing since before Phantom had sat in his lap.
“Swiss?” Phantom pretended like they weren’t the direct cause of his sudden reticence. “You still—”
“Yes!” The multi ghoul choked out, sounding more afraid that Phantom would back off now than anything. “Want you Buggy, I just, I dunno what’s come over me, I—”
“Don’t worry Baby.” It was Phantom’s turn to smirk as they saw Swiss’ jaw fall slightly slack. “I know what I’m doing.”
They pushed the multi ghoul onto his back, Swiss moving willingly, before crawling over him.
“You’re so good to me, Swiss. Gonna make you feel good too.”
Swiss shivered, breaths coming shallow and his eyes as wide as saucers.
“Please, Buggy. You, I—”
“Need you so bad, Swiss.” Phantom ground their wet cunt over his dick, smearing their slick along his shaft but not letting him inside until he fought their quintessence enough to find the words. “Feel so empty, want you to fill me!”
Maybe they had pushed too much of their influence into him, because Swiss seemed incapable of speaking, let alone taking action. They pulled back on their mind-melting haze just a little until the sharp edge of coherent lust was back in his eyes and his hands tightened on their hips. He nodded.
Phantom sank down onto him in one smooth motion, the stretch as they speared themselves on his thick cock all they had imagined it would be. Their groan of satisfaction was drowned out by Swiss wailing however, as loud and overcome as though it were his first time inside the hot and tight clutch of another body.
“How’s it feel?” Phantom asked, the tables truly turned now.
“‘S good! So good. You’re so good.” Swiss babbled, claws digging into their hips as he tried to move them faster.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…” Swiss’ words turned into an incoherent moan part way through.
That was what Phantom wanted. He was fighting the nerves they had put in his mind, relishing in the new sensations despite them just as he had wanted Phantom to. They couldn’t deny that it was a powerful image; they could see why he got off on it.
“Gonna make you feel good too, I promise.”
As fun as it would have been to see exactly how far they could push him, Phantom had run out of patience. Swiss was so warm and large inside of them that they needed him to fuck them, yet their thighs could only move them so fast before they began to cramp. They released even more of their hold over him and Swiss soon found the strength to begin to lift them by the hips, taking some of their weight before pulling them back down harder onto his cock.
Tuning their influence on him carefully, Phantom adjusted their hold on Swiss’ mind until they felt him start to properly take over. They never stopped the mental drip of uncertainly and unfamiliarity they were feeding him though, amplifying all of the worst thoughts he was getting off on to back into him.
“Swisssss…” Phantom whined, high and reedy.
That finally made him snap.
Phantom’s connection was severed with the shock of Swiss flipping them effortlessly, pinning the quintessence ghoul down and starting to pound them into the mattress. Swiss was finally doing what he had been aching to do all along; breaking in the new ghoul, and Phantom was reaping the benefits.
He thrust into them hard and fast, pulling out almost all the way with each stroke, only his thick head remaining inside of them before he bullied his way back inside. It was perfect, the stretch burning just ever so slightly, his thrusts forceful enough that Phantom could feel him in their throat.
Swiss had their hands pinned above their head, and they could do nothing to resist. They had no intention of trying to fight him off though. The multi ghoul’s amber gaze was black and feral, devouring them as it tracked over their body laid out beneath him.
“I’m gonna ruin you for the others.” He growled. “Show you just how good this feels, the pleasures these humanoid forms can hold. I bet you’ve never felt this good before, have you Baby.”
“N-no! Never.” Phantom mewled. “S-Sw—”
“Go on. Say my name.” Swiss punctuated his words with even harsher thrusts of his hips. “Shout it so the rest of the pack know I was the first to have you. The first to get their hands on their precious newbie. I know they’d all just love to defile you, make you a filthy little slut, just for them. But none of them could make you feel as good as I do.”
“Swiss!” Phantom wailed “Feels so good, filling me so full!”
They felt Swiss’ hips start to stutter. They were so close themselves, but still it was not quite enough.
“Swiss, touch me, need more!”
“More?” Swiss almost snarled, snapping his hips harder even than before. “So new to this and so greedy already!”
But one of his hands still released theirs to rub at their clit, calloused fingers creating a delicious friction as he moved it in small but perfect circles.
They were close now, could tell they were about to cum, but Phantom couldn’t resist one last attempt to torture the multi ghoul.
“Swiss, what’s happening.” They wailed, beginning to thrash. “I’m warm all over, feel so hot and tingly, so full like I’m gonna—”
They gasp in faux-horror, layering anguish into their voice. Swiss responded exactly as they had hoped, by fucking them impossibly faster and harder.
“Yeah, give into it. Promise it’ll be good Buggy.” He panted. “Let go for me. Go on.”
Phantom wailed as they came, rolling their hips to meet his last thrusts as the rush of pleasure filled their body. It was everything they had hoped for, Swiss continuing to fuck him through one of the most intense orgasms they had had topside so far. He had been worth the wait, worth all the quintessence practice.
“Can I?” Swiss asked in a hurry as their ears stopped ringing. “Please Baby, please let me, inside.”
Phantom nodded as they realised what he was asking, their claws sinking into his back as they drifted back to reality just in time to feel him finish deep inside them. They groaned low and long, the feeling incomparable. They loved feeling filled, loved the lewdness of it, how it would trickle down their legs when they stood up.
“Swiss! So hot inside me, so full…” They continued to murmur filthy things in his ear as he rode out his orgasm, face twisted in ecstasy, hips stilling inside him.
Truly content, Phantom relished in the feeling of laying beneath him as he came down. They only whined slightly when he pulled out pleading overstimulation, but he soon cuddled into their side, shushing them gently.
“Feeling better, Buggy?” He sounded so smug, as if he had forgotten all Phantom’s earlier meddling.
They couldn’t help but respond by twisting the knife.
“Much better!” They giggled innocently. “Rain was right! You really do get off on breaking in the new summons! He said this’d work.”
Swiss stared at them in silence, too lost in post-orgasmic bliss to comprehend what they meant.
“Ooo, Swiss, I don’t know what’s happening to me!” They put on a higher pitched, reedy voice.
Finally putting the pieces together Swiss gaped at them, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water for a moment. But then his expression morphed to a smirk, his self-satisfaction only growing.
“Oh, you’re a little freak, aren’t you Buggy! I can’t wait to see what else you’re hiding from me.”
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