#aethtom

[nastylittleghouls]

Phantom: *accidentally hits Aether straight in the face* Phantom: *panicking, trying to decide between saying 'I'm so fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay'* Phantom: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?! Aether: *infected by the nervous energy* MAYBE?!

[moronwithoutmo]

So...may I ask for.. some interactions between Phantom and Rain ! ? Or or Phantom and Aether ? ! Aaaahh Idk ! ! I love both !

Aethtom called to me 💜✨🦇

[imperabug]

[rainghoulgf]

Aether going crazy cause the new quint ghoul is so small, but he keeps away cause he doesn't wanna ruin his innocence.

Phantom who is a slut, riling Aether up on purpose and wonders why the older ghoul won't do anything about it.

YOU SOOOO GET IT ANON

once he finally gets his hands on him phantom bats his big beautiful doe eyes and pulls the "i've never done this before, can you show me how?"

and aether almost believes him, torn between feeling guilty for not waiting long enough before Corrupting such a sweet little thing and vowing to be slow, careful, gentle for his first time, honored and unbelievably turned on by the thought of phantom asking him to be his first

then he gets his clothes off, sees the hickeys and bruises scattered all across phantom's body, and realizes all at once what he's gotten himself into :)

[coffeeghoulie]

Req for ghosttober; Uniform kink with Aethtom

Ghostober Day 5: Uniform Kink

Thank you to @jimothybarnes @ghost-creative-prompts for putting Ghostober together this year! <3

Pairing: Aether/Aeon

Aeon is distracted at work by Aether in his scrubs. Aether decides to give them a taste of what they want.

Explicit, 1.9k words. Semipublic sex, sir kink, a bit of dom/sub, Aeon being more than eager to please. Rough oral sex. Light medfet in that they're fucking in Aether's office in the infirmary and a mention of taking "medicine." divider by @wrathofrats <3

Aether’s not unfamiliar to the sensation of eyes on him. He’d spent the majority of his time Up Top as a rockstar, for Lucifer’s sake. But this is new, and he cannot wait to take advantage of it.

Aeon’s been shadowing him in the infirmary for weeks, learning how to hone their quintessence and learning everything they can about how they can help others. Aether’s been writing off the way they stare as trying to commit everything he does to memory.

And maybe they are, but not the way Aether’s thought. They don’t stare quite like this when Aether’s not in his scrubs. Not with wide, nearly glassy eyes, mouth just barely slack, lavender blush making silver freckles stand out like constellations.

It clicks when he comes home from a shift and crashes on the couch to nap without bothering to change. Aeon’d spent the day with the rest of the pack at an extensive practice, and when they’d come home, Aether’d cracked a violet eye open to find the younger ghoul with their bottom lip bitten, their scent sweet like vine ripe berries in the summer sun, not even attempting to hide their arousal as they stare at him. Aeon had pretended everything was just fine, and Aether’d played along. For now.

Aether likes to indulge his packmates. And himself. So he sets things into motion to get the bug right where he wants them. Stands a little too close. Lets every gentle touch linger a hair too long. A hand on the small of their back as he steps around them to grab supplies. The spade of his tail brushing against the back of their calf. Anything to make Aeon crack.

But Aeon’s good, desperate to cling to their professionalism, at least in the infirmary. So Aether decides to take matters into his own hands a little more directly.

“My office, Aeon?” He calls. Aeon jolts upright from where they’d been reorganizing and restocking bandages and dressings. From the other side of the room, Omega shakes his head, chuckling under his breath. There’s no hiding from him, though Aether will take what comes.

“Yeah, sure, what did you need, Aeth?” Aeon chirps, an ear flicking as Aether shuts the door behind them. The deadbolt clunks into place with a finality that makes them shiver.

“Is everything alright, pup?” Aether chuffs, sitting at his desk. He tries so hard not to laugh at the furrow that forms in Aeon’s brow, the way their head tilts in confusion.

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Aeon hums, taking a hesitant step towards Aether’s desk. “Why- why’d you ask?”

He yawns, big and overdramatic, leaning back, arms behind his head and letting his scrubs shirt, a little snug, ride up. It takes everything he has not to laugh as Aeon gulps, eyes dropping down to his belly, the thick happy trail dipping underneath his waistband.

Their scent blooms, sweet blackberries and cherry, and Aether rumbles low in his chest as their arousal starts to affect him too. “Like lookin’, sweetheart?”

Aeon blinks back into their body, startled and caught. Their scent bursts even sweeter. “Yeah? What about it?”

“I can’t have you distracted here, Aeon,” he says, mostly serious, but there’s something glittering in his eyes, a smile quirking just wide enough to flash his gold fang. Aeon’s face goes a rich violet.

They shake their head. “No- no sir,” they whisper, dropping their gaze to their nonslip shoes.

A bolt of heat settles at the base of Aether’s spine, cock starting to chub up behind his scrubs. “Sir, huh?” he rumbles, a little delighted laughter slipping into his voice. “Well, Aeon, I was going to try and give you something to take the edge off, a dose of something you so clearly want, but I can be sir too. Doesn’t change any of my plans.”

Aeon nods curtly, unblinking. Their good eye is nearly entirely black, pupil swallowing up the lavender iris.

Aether stands from his desk, not bothering to pull his shirt back down. Aeon visibly swallows as Aether rests a hand on their shoulder, surprisingly tender. “Word, bug?”

“It’s still volcano, sir,” Aeon whispers. They’re nearly vibrating with excitement under Aether’s palm. “Or stoplights. Can- can speak with quintessence if, if my mouth is otherwise occupied.”

“Good boy,” Aether rumbles, leaning in to kiss right between Aeon’s eyes. He laughs as he pulls back, seeing how crosseyed they’d gotten trying to watch him. “We’re going to be good, Aeon, we don’t have much time before Omega comes knocking. Alright?”

Aeon nods, hair spilling over their forehead, black and white a sharp contrast. “Yes, sir, promise I’ll be good. ‘M sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, pup. I know what affect I can have on most of my packmates like this. I just need you to have a clear head when you go back to work. Knees.”

Aeon doesn’t even have a chance to take a breath before they’re obeying, thudding to the checkered tile floor so suddenly Aether winces in sympathy for their knees. They look up at him through thick, dark lashes, and the cloudy adoration Aether finds in their gaze makes his head spin.

“Good boy. Gonna give you your medicine now.”

Without hesitation, Aeon’s mouth falls open, pink, bifurcated tongue lolling out. Aether chuffs at their eagerness, his cock straining against his scrubs.

“Ah, you can be a good boy and take me out, can you?”

“Yes, sir,” Aeon whispers, a little dazed. Their hands come up to work at the drawstring, but Aether shifts back and out of reach.

“Did I say use your hands, sweetheart?”

Aeon rocks back onto their heels, clearly dazed. The entire room smells of ozone and fresh fruit, sticky sweet and obvious. “No- no sir,” Aeon whispers, blinking rapidly like they’re trying unsuccessfully to clear their head. There’s an audible gulp before Aeon leans in, arms behind their back, carefully catching the waistband of Aether’s scrubs and boxers and pulling down until he’s freed.

Aether groans as the cool air hits him, cock throbbing against Aeon’s cheek. He takes a little mercy on them, tucking his waistband behind his balls. Aeon just whines, leaning back again and letting their mouth open wide.

“Such a good boy f’r me,” Aether rumbles, taking his dick in hand and tapping the flared head right where the forks of Aeon’s tongue meet. “Deep breath for me, sweetheart, gotta make this quick.”

Aeon nods, a determination starting to build behind the haze in their eyes. “Uh-huh, yes, sir,” they murmur, whining as they get a little taste of him as pre bubbles in his slit.

Aether watches their chest swell with breath, before pressing into their mouth. His free hand grabs their horn, pulling Aeon all the way down. They gag, taken by surprise, but there’s no struggle as Aether holds them there, bridge of Aeon’s nose pressed hard into Aether’s bush, his heavy balls snug against their chin

“Fuck, good boy,” Aether groans, letting his head loll back. Aeon’s throat works around him, adjusting, hot and wet and tight. Their lips stretch obscenely around him, already wet at the corners with their spit. He cards through their hair so he can see the look in their eyes.

He doesn’t give Aeon much warning before he starts to move, short, quick thrusts into the tightness of their throat. Aeon’s eyes go instantly hazy, their moan a gurgle around the cock in their mouth.

One hand curls tight around the spike of Aeon’s horn, the other tangled in their hair. “Jus’- jus’ stay still, take your medicine, good boy,” Aether groans, moving them to meet his thrusts.

Aeon goes mindless and lax, even as their throat protests each push. The wet, choked noises go straight to Aether’s dick, dripping pre right down Aeon’s throat. They grip their wrists tight behind their back, not even attempting to touch him or themself. Lets themself be a good little toy.

“Fuck, baby, so tight,” Aether moans, feeling their spit start to drip and smear across his balls. He can feel the little, hot huffs of breath Aeon steals through their nose, the press of their tongue against his underside, the suction as he pulls back before fucking right back in.

All Aether can smell is ripe fruit, sweet and sugary, and the scent of right before lightning strikes. He bets Aeon’s soaked right through their underwear. But that doesn’t matter, not when pleasure courses through each and every one of his nerves.

Aeon will get theirs. Just not right now.

Besides, Aether can smell just how content they are to be used right now. And who is he to deny them that?

He fucks their throat hard and fast, each movement drawing a strangled, wet noise from Aeon’s throat. Their lips stretch around his cock, eyes wet and rapidly threatening to spill over as Aether tests their gag reflex over and over and over.

His grip in their hair tightens, and Aeon keens at the sting, especially as Aether uses his grip to hold them as far down as he can for a few excruciatingly long moments. Aeon’s throat works and works and works against the intrusion, breath coming hot and fast through their nose. They stare up at him almost panicked.

But the moment Aether opens his mouth to ask for a word, Aeon’s quintessence comes crackling into his brain like sharp carbonation. Unholy fuck, so fucking green. Please.

Aether cannot say no to that.

“Alright, sweet boy, gonna cum down your throat, take it like a good fucking boy,” Aether all but growls, starting to move faster and faster, until his balls smack against Aeon’s chin with each thrust.

Aeon’s eyes roll back, moaning and spluttering around his cock, coughing when Aether pulls them off to steal a breath before shoving them back down.

“Take- take your medicine,” Aether growls, feeling his cock throb in time with his pulse down Aeon’s throat. “Good boy, such a good fucking boy.” He shoves as deep as he can, ignoring Aeon’s harsh gag as he starts to cum, hot and sticky straight down their throat.

Aeon’s hands fly to Aether’s thighs just to hold on, violet and white eyes rolling all the way back into their head. Aether shakily pets through their hair, chest heaving as he works himself through it. “Oh, Lucifer, pup,” he rumbles. “Fuck, your mouth, princemade.”

Aeon whines when Aether pulls out, face ruddy, lips and chin and cheeks shiny. He’s quick to get a tissue, kneeling in front of them to help them get cleaned up. “Did so good, sweetheart,” he chuffs, cupping their cheek. All Aether can smell is his own ozone scent, nearly overwhelmed by the sheer force of Aeon’s arousal. “Such a good boy.”

“Thank you,” Aeon croaks, leaning into Aether’s hand as he doses them with quintessence to soothe their throat. “Fuck. You’re so hot.”

Aether chuckles and kisses their forehead. “Now, if you can keep being a good boy, and get through the rest of today without getting too distracted, I’ll take you to my nest and take care of your little problem. I know exactly where you want me. Deal?”

Aeon nods so fast and so hard Aether laughs loud enough Omega can hear.

[ashthewaterghoul]

Eigengrau - #phanter cuddle buddies

Phantom had been partially blind from an accident that happened when they were a kit. But with the stress of being forced away from their Papa - who chases every bad memory away - not only do they lose sight of a possible reunion, but they also lose their sight, altogether while they other Ghouls are helpless but to watch them spiral into depression...

Words: 2.2k

Relationships: Phantom & Copia, Phantom & Aether, Dew/Aether. Swiss/Phantom

Tags: they/them Phantom, Phantom and Aether are siblings, blindness, hurt/comfort, angst, family dynamics, forced separation, parent-child relationship, implied murder Ghouls at the end, mostly phanter and aethtom (platonic) but a little bit of dewther and swisstom for the soul lol

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    Phantom’s skin had long been painted in a myriad of scars acquired from a whole host of injuries and tales, but perhaps the most obvious is the one on their face. They got it when they were just a kit and training with their clan, getting a little overeager and causing a burst of unbridled Quintessential magic to erupt into their face. The instinct they got to turn away caused the damage to only hit the left side of their face, but it also took away most of the vision in that eye.

    They had no peripheral vision left, very little depth perception and only a straw’s width of a gap in the eigengrau void to actually see through. They slowly adjusted to their new way of having to view the world, always feeling unbalanced and often getting migraines from the sheer amount of compensating their right eye had to do.

    But, by the time they were summoned to Earth, they had fully adjusted and accepted what they now had to live with. And considering they now had their Papa with them, and were reunited with their brother, Aether, once more, they could never complain too much about anything in their life.

    Nightmares of all they went through were chased away by Copia’s scent of stale tobacco settled into woollen sweaters and aged parchment. The human’s strong arms around them made them feel safe and at home. And they could never get enough of sleeping in their Papa’s arms, listening to his heart and feeling his fingers thread through their black and white hair.

    It was all so perfect and Phantom could memorise every detail of their Papa despite their partially blind condition.

    Well… That was until it all fell apart, and a wedge was driven between Phantom and their beloved Papa. Now, they could no longer spend their nights holding each other, Phantom couldn’t be soothed by Copia’s scent after a nightmare, and their soul ached with the loneliness of it. All because of some promotion and arbitrary new rules that deemed their parent-child relationship as unprofessional and unsafe.

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    Copia no longer had the responsibility of caring for the Ghouls. That was a Papa’s job and he was a Papa no more.

    The most interaction Phantom got with Frater was a nod in the corridor and a handshake at formal events. No hugs, no I love you’s and no visits to either’s rooms for sleepovers and cuddles.

    It had been just over a year and a half since this separation started and Phantom was losing hope for any reunion. They were having more nightmares than ever and so many were of Copia getting hurt and Phantom not being able to save them. The anxiety of those dreams possibly being premonitions was making them beyond stressed and what sleep they were getting was of no real quality.

    One day, they woke up from one of their nightmares and cracked their right eye open, gently smacking their left temple to get the other eye open. Sometimes it took a little longer to clear the sleep out from what little they could see from that side. But… that side was open… Why was it still so dark?

    Phantom felt their breathing pick up and their throat become dry. Their right eye saw the room spinning and the left saw completely nothing.

    “Aeth?! Aether, help!” They called, smacking their hand against the wall behind their bed that separated them from their older brother.

    The older Quint was in like a flash, holding their face in his hands and checking them over.

    “What’s wrong, love? Nightmare?” He asked, his heart breaking for his younger sibling.

    They shook their head as all breath seemed to have failed them.

    “M- my eye… C- can’t s- s- see anyth- thing…” They strained out against the panic and tears that had started to consume them.

    Aether’s face grew to one of worry as he checked in and indeed saw their left eye devoid of anything, and his mind devoid of a solution or remedy.

    “It’s okay, Bug. I’m here, it’ll be alright.” He said, gathering the little Quint into his arms and holding them tight, rocking them back and forth and encasing them both in a Quintessence bubble to calm them.

    Phantom didn’t know if it was calming them or just stopping them from getting worse. What they did know, was that their Papa being there would have made it all a lot better.

    Over the following weeks, they couldn’t adjust to their completely half-blind state. They practically had a constant headache from how much effort their right eye was putting in and they felt so horrifically unbalanced that they were a walking hazard. If it wasn’t this situation, it would be slightly funny and everyone would be calling them Bambi on ice.

    Aether was at a complete loss for what had caused this. He helped heal Phantom when the accident that took part of their vision first happened and even the best healers in their clan said it wouldn’t get worse after it had healed. Inbetween reassuring Phantom and shifts in the infirmary, he was researching everything he could about ocular health and spending as much time as he could doing it.

    One night, when Dew came down to force-feed him and make sure he actually took a break, he found the answer.

    “IT’S STRESS!” Aether called as he read the article on the screen.

   After the librarian came to admonish him for his volume, he hugged Dew tight, happy to have an answer.

    “Wait, if stress causes blindness, how come Mountain hasn’t been blind from birth? He’s the biggest stresshead we know.” The Fire Ghoul chuckled.

    “Who fucking knows? Probably because Phant’s left eye is already weak? As for Mountain, no clue.” Aether was still smiling, happy to have an answer for his little sibling and now hopefully start being able to help. That smile, though, was soon wiped from his face when his phone buzzed with a message from Swiss.

    ‘Get back up here NOW. Phantom needs you.’

    Aether forgot to clean up or switch the computer off before he was running out of the library and back up to the den but he didn’t care one bit. Nothing and no one stopped him until he was back in Phantom’s room, asking what was wrong when he saw Phantom deep in another panic attack.

    As Aether desperately tried to get Phantom to calm, Swiss explained that the vision in Phantom’s right eye was starting to fade now too…

    Aether’s heart sank as he saw that cloud of blindness start to creep in around Phantom’s healthy eye. The distress of this whole situation being so cruel to such a pure soul that had already fought so much. When would they ever get their break?

    The right eye now saw what the left used to. Merely a pin-point of light and the blurred shapes and figures of things in their immediate vicinity. They couldn’t read, couldn’t see the faces of their loved ones and couldn’t even see when they passed Copia in the corridor.

    After Swiss told them when they had, yet again, missed a wave from their Papa they broke down and sobbed for what they were losing. Not only their sight but the hope of everything going back to how it was. How was everything meant to be the same again when Phantom couldn’t even see the person in front of them?

    They knew blind Ghouls could still live good lives but they didn’t want this. They wanted to be able to see their Papa’s eyes light up when his pipistrello entered the room and the warm smile that caused every little crease and wrinkle on his face to pop out.

    Every morning that Phantom woke up without Copia was another that made them more depressed for what they lost. And as they lost even more of their vision - it only taking a couple weeks for sightlessness to completely take them - they only became more catatonic. The pack ached to see such a vibrant Bug so dull and flat.

    Aether’s heart cried even more for his little sibling and he was draining himself dry to try and give them plenty of Quintessence to just do something other than stare at the nothing and cry.

    Seeing the little Quint’s stars fade was tearing the pack apart. All of them had been affected by the forced separation to Copia, but none more than Phantom. There had barely been a night since they came home from Frater’s last tour that at least one of them didn’t sleep with Phantom because while their Papa may not be there to chase the nightmares away, someone else could be.

    No one dared tell Copia either. Aether, Swiss and Mountain – being the biggest and strongest Ghouls – were occasionally chosen to escort Copia as security on business trips but even then they were too scared to be anything but professional with Frater.

    They’d all seen what the Clergy is capable of - Primo, Secondo and Terzo’s bodies and Dew’s unnatural Element are all proof of that - and no one would dare tempt a reprise or something even worse. Sister may be gone, but she certainly didn’t act alone in her cruelties and her followers still dominated the Clergy.

    If Copia knew the situation had made his bambino blind from the stress of it all it would break him more than he had already been broken by the separation too. And at least very least, one of them had to appear strong for the other.

    Copia knew his Ghouls though, and suspected they were hiding something from Swiss’ jaw tightening, the way Aether’s Adam’s apple bobbed, how Mountain’s ears flicked at the mention of Phantom’s name. But, pry as he might, he could never get any information from them that told Copia how his pipistrello was doing aside from the bare minimum.

    He couldn’t go and investigate either. Not without risking so much. He already had visions of his Ghouls being sent back to the Pits they came from and he could never risk Phantom being sent back, not after all they’ve been through.

    So Copia kept his nose down and did his best. Though even his best didn’t seem to be enough to help Phantom. He never saw them in the halls anymore or in the cafeteria. He couldn’t find them in the crowds at Black Mass and apparently they could no longer attend rehearsals or their duties either.

    Phantom couldn’t do much of anything as they rotted in their own mind. They felt as useless as a kit as they wandered the den in tiny steps with one hand on the wall for stability. Their other senses were overwhelmed by what they had to make up for too but they couldn’t shut them off when it’s all they had to rely on now. They didn’t really leave their room much anyway. Sitting in front of the TV felt like a mockery and it wasn’t like they could cook for themself – even before they were blind. Walking around the halls was more hassle than it was worth and they could barely even feel the sunlight on their eyelids anymore.

    Aether went in to see Phantom in the morning before work, kissing their forehead with a promise to come by after his shift. When he did, his heart broke into an infinitesimal number of pieces as he realised they hadn’t moved an inch since he left them twelve hours prior.

    “I don’t know what to do, Dew.” Aether said to his mate in the evening after Swiss came in to sit with the Bug. Planting his elbows on the breakfast table, he buried his face into his hands.

    Dew poured two glasses of neat whiskey for them both and pushed one towards the Quint, standing next to him and combing his fingers through his short hair.

    “We could kill them.” Dew suggested, only half-joking as he referred to the humans that had enforced these cruel rules and restrictions.

    “I thought half of why we’ve done nothing is that we’re scared of what the Clergy will do.” Aether responded as he took the glass and let the whiskey burn down his throat.

    “Do you have any other ideas?” Dew said, shrugging his shoulders as if he was suggesting the most casual activity you could think of.

    Aether exhaled and traced a claw around the edge of the glass.

    “We know who Sister’s loyalists are.” He said.

    Dew’s wicked grin heated up the space around them both. “We do.”

    “We’re natural born predators too. We know how to be discreet and only harm, not kill.”

    “That we are, love.” Dew said, kissing his mate’s cheek with a deep purr.

    “Someone needs to stay with Phantom tomorrow then. While we explain this to the pack.” Aether thought out loud.

    “We’ll figure it out, Aether. We’ll get our Bug back.” Dew promised, toasting their whiskey glasses and letting the glow of the moon light up the amber liquid.

    Phantom didn’t know why, but the next morning, as they awoke next to Swiss, they felt the sun on their eyes a little stronger than usual. And while it was quickly snuffed out by the tidal waves of depression they had fallen into, the tiny spark of hope that fluttered in their chest was so so bright.

    Almost as bright as Phantom would see Copia’s eyes when they finally reunited…

One shot master post can be found here

#phanter cuddle buddies master post can be found here

And the amazing @anotherbananasong did some art of Phantom based on this you can find here

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Aether makes Phantom send him photos every time he gets fucked while on tour- he’s gotta make sure his bug is bonding properly with the pack after all.

Phantom’s a little awkward at first, hiding his face or looking away from the camera shyly. But he gets more confident with every photo and soon he’s striking lewder and lewder poses. Bent over a hotel bathroom counter, arching his back on a bed, even sloppily fingering a load back into his messy cunt on a bus bunk with his hand over his mouth. Aether even gets a few videos of Dew eating him out in a venue dressing room. When the tour’s over, Aether has almost 200 photos saved to his phone. He spends the first night back with Dew of course, but once his mate has worn himself out he slips over to Phantom’s room. Poor bug has shaky legs for the rest of the day.

[raindrop-21]

Swissalps and Aethtom where Swiss is teaching Phant how to dom a bigger ghoul