Aether Ripping His Jacket Open With One Hand? The Casual Guitar Toss? The Belly Patting? The Leanback?

He’s SO FUCKING TINY OH MY GOD

Some updated ghoul designs, because I actually had some time to sit and doodle:

There's not actually anything under the censor bars, but the Ken doll look was not ideal either, so you get this and the power of your imagination.

Dew is separate from the rest for... reasons. The reason is that I ran out of room on the paper. Plus a bonus Dewdles at his feet.

His emotional support imp is important.

trying out my ghouls headcanons

i like that he has blue ocean eyes since he was a water ghoul to begin with but when he's angry his eyes turn out orange with fire, his horns grown and his hair changes to blonde too annnnd HE HAS FRECKLES OFC and a bridge piercing why not (for me all the ghouls have darker arms demon like idk)

I can help him 🙏

BABY BOY ARE YOU IN HEAT????

what copia has to put up with daily

That's the bitey spot

HE’S SO STUPID I LOVE HIM

Okay YES I screen recorded this from reels cuz idk how imma find it elsewhere

THE RUN

THE FUCKING RUN

I ain't ever seen this lil ghoulie move fast in my life

THE RUN

and the fucking hand circle above his head ugh I love him

I SUPPORT PHANTUMMY!!! PEOPLE NEED TO INCLUDE PHANTUMMY MORE IN STORIES I BEG 😭🙏🙏🙏

Pairing - Mountain x Phantom, 1.4k words, mature/explicit

Tags: body worship, phantummy, phantom being a little shit, mountain being desperate, mountain finishing in like 9 seconds oops, first time writing smut sorry, not beta read

Mountain was going to lose his fucking mind.

He knew Phantom had always been pretty - from the moment he had tumbled out of the summoning circle, he was all pouty lips, angled face, and doe eyes. A little gangly and underfed, sure, but nothing that a little love and home cooked meals couldn’t fix. And he was sweet - Lord Below was he sweet. An adorable nativity paired with a penchant to please that drove Mountain insane with a need to fawn, dote on, and love the little ghoul. 

But now that they had gotten back from tour, things had only gotten worse for Mountain. Without the constant exercise of tour and the increase in lovingly prepared rich comfort foods of winter, Phantom had started to grow a little soft around the edges. What once was all prominent bones and sharp edges became gently curvy and cherubic, with softer thighs and arms and an ass that Mountain would love to bury his face in. 

But the kicker, the absolute killing blow to Mountain’s sanity, was Phantom’s fucking tummy. As he had softened, a little bit of that fat had migrated to his chest and stomach, creating the most adorable little pooch that Mountain wanted to kiss, lick, suck - anything that Phantom would allow him to. 

Sweet Satan, he was screwed. 

—-

Mountain’s day started like normal, with him gently untangling himself from Phantom’s death grip on his body and shuffling to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. In the kitchen he found Dewdrop, holding a scalding cup of coffee and heating up the water for Mountain. He offered Mountain a sleepy smile.

“Hey big guy. Sleep alright?”

Mountain grunted in response, holding his cup out to Dew wordlessly.

“Understood,” Dew chuckled, pouring hot water in to Mountain’s teacup. “Phantom keep you up last night?”

“You could say that. Little bug is driving me crazy.” Mountain gently blew on his tea.

“Oh? What did he do now?” Dew leaned back against the counter, sipping his coffee. “More video games? Another documentary?”

“Satan, I wish. It’s just fucking him, Dew, I’m losing my mind. I just want to hold him and never let go.”

Dew laughed again. “Wow Mount, never thought I’d see the day someone made an honest woman out of you. It’s a good look.”

“Who’s making an honest woman out of Mountain?” Phantom’s sleepy voice called from down the hall. “I want to help.”

As Phantom appeared in the doorway, Mountain’s mouth went completely dry. In his bat boxer briefs and bat wing hoodie, Phantom looked good enough to eat. Mountain wanted to mark him, claim him, fuck him, break him, and then put him back together again. He wanted to grab him and steal him back to their room and spend hours eating the poor boy out until he cried. Fuck. Mountain needed to get his shit together. 

“Oh, um, hi bug. H-how did you sleep?” Mountain stammered. Phantom chuckled and walked over to him, tucking himself against Mountain’s chest and kicking up a gentle purr. 

“Like a rock. Your cuddles and your tea always make me go out like a light.” Phantom nuzzled against Mountain’s neck before pulling away to the cabinet where the tea was kept. 

As he stood on his tiptoes to reach his favorite box of tea, his hoodie rode up a little, revealing a sliver of dark purple belly, just sticking out a bit over his boxers. Mountain looked up from his sip of tea, only to spit it out all over Dew, coughing heavily.

“What the fuck, Mount, are you trying to infect me with your earth ghoul cooties? Fuck off with that shit,” Dew yelped. He looked down at himself, now covered with a healthy spray of earl grey. “Ah, shit. Now I have to change my fucking shirt.”

Dew walked out of the kitchen past a sheepish Mountain and a bewildered Phantom, yanking off his shirt as he went. 

“You alright there, Mounty? Everything OK?” Phantoms big purple eyes stared up at him, taking his breath away.

Mountain flushed up to his horns. “U-uh yeah, bug. Just choked a little bit. Sorry if I scared you.” Phantom rolled his eyes.

“Just glad you’re not dying, you big dummy. I love you too much to watch you choke to death on leaf water.”

Mountain smiled, tugging Phantom back into his chest. “I love you too, bug. I love you too.”

——

As their day progressed, Mountain slowly became more sure that Phantom was intentionally trying to drive him insane. The way he’d slowly bend over a laundry basket in front of Mountain and turn around and smile teasingly, the way he’d lift his sweater up over his head and make sure his t-shirt was stuck to it, the way he’d brush up against Mountain when they were working side by side. Mountain was ready to grab the little quint by the scruff of his neck and drag him back to their room to not be seen for at least a few days.

It all came to a head at movie night. The ghouls were all gathered in the common room watching some movie Dew and Aether liked, something with bombs and explosions and good special effects. Something Mountain could ignore for something sweeter. Namely, his lapful of quintessence ghoul.

Phantom was lounging against the earth ghoul’s torso, sitting between his legs. Every few minutes he’d shift ever so slightly, pressing back directly into Mountain’s dick. He stretched backwards, bringing his arms around Mountain’s shoulders and allowing his shirt to ride up as he nuzzled into Mountain’s neck.

Come on Mounty, hold me. I’m so cold. 

Mountain could hear Phantom’s voice echoing around his brain.

I know you’ve been staring. Come on, wrap those big arms around me. I can feel you, I can feel you’re hard. I know you want me, Mounty.

Mountain growled slightly into Phantom’s neck.

Don’t start something you can’t finish, little bug. I hope you know what you’re doing.

Phantom only chirped and ground harder back into the earth ghoul. He brought his mouth right up to Mountain’s ear.

“Please, Mounty. Take me back to our room, come on.”

Mountain growled, picking Phantom up and throwing him over his shoulder as Phantom squealed happily. As they walked out of the common room, a there were a few chuckles and groans from various members of the pack, but they mostly ignored the scene happening in front of them. 

Once they reached their shared room, Mountain tossed Phantom into the nest, yanking his shirt over his head. 

“You fucking tease. Whatever am I to do with you?” He crawled forwards, caging Phantom in on all sides. “Hope you don’t like this shirt too much, bug. You’re not getting it back.” 

In one swift motion, Mountain slashed the center of Phantom’s shirt open, revealing his delicate, plush purple skin. Mountain immediately latched onto Phantom’s neck, kissing, sucking and licking his way down the quint’s body until he reached his tummy. 

“Fucking harassing me all day, showing this cute little tummy off when you know I can’t handle it. Fucking drives me insane, bug, madness how gorgeous you are. Could stare for hours and never have enough.”

Phantom whined, squirming against the sheets. “Then why don’t yo-hah-do something more than just stare? Please Mounty, I need it. Touch me, please.”

“Oh princess, you’ve had more than enough touches for today. You always get what you want, hmm? It’s time for me to get something back.”

Mountain straddled Phantom’s calf, slowly starting to grind as he shoved his face back into his soft purple tummy.

“Fuck, bug, you’re perfect. Love how soft you are, how soft you’ve gotten. Love that you’re so strong now, so pretty. Such a pretty ghoul.” Mountain gasped, staring to hump Phantom’s leg more aggressively. He brought a hand down to Phantom’s straining cock, slowly beginning to jerk it. 

“You drive me crazy, baby, your cute little ass and your fucking thighs, love, wanna cover em with my marks. Wanna make sure everyone knows you’re mine. Wanna - ah! Wanna mate you, mark you, show everyone how much I fucking love you, need you, want you, ah-!”

Mountain finishes with a cry, spilling all over Phantom’s leg. Phantom follows shortly after, enamored with the scene of the earth ghoul falling apart. They lay together, panting, for a minute until Mountain crawls up Phantom’s body to kiss him. A comfortable silence falls over the pair.

“H-hey Mounty? Did you mean what you said? Do you want to be my mate?” Phantom asked nervously, tilting his chin up to look in to the earth ghouls eyes.

“With my whole heart, body, and soul, bug. If you want, whenever you want, wherever you want, I’m yours.”

Swiss is the first one to notice just how much of an anxious wreck their new ghoul was when not on stage during a ritual. As soon as they've completed their final bows and they slip offstage, it's like a switch has flipped and he's a completely different person.

Phantom never sticks around for Copia's post-ritual speech praising them that he does every night. He just seems to merge into the shadows and vanish almost completely until their next show. He'd only momentarily show his face for the bus headcount (they'd accidentally left Dew behind once and Papa never wants to repeat that experience) before seemingly vanishing into thin air.

Once Swiss takes notice of this pattern, he must know exactly why.

It starts with Swiss purposely placing himself next to the younger when they line up for the bows and not letting go of his hand when they'd normally separate. He notices how Phantom's hands begin to tremble in his grip once he realises that Swiss is not going to let go. He manages to successfully keep tabs on the quintessence ghoul until Dew pounces onto Swiss's back, causing Phantom's hand to slip away. During the resulting playfight, Phantom manages to slip away and vanish into the shadows yet again. It becomes clear to Swiss that he would need to corner him somehow to find out exactly why.

Swiss has to change tactics to make it work. They were due a travel day between rituals, so they would all be trapped in close confines for the next day or so. it would be impossible for Phantom to escape him now. After the headcount, Swiss follows Phantom as he slips away to the back of the bus, instead of staying with the rest of the pack like he usually does. just as he enters the back lounge, a mottled tail slips into a storage cupboard.

Why was Phantom hiding in a cupboard?

Swiss lowers himself to the floor next to it and gently taps his knuckles against the door.

"You okay in there bug?", he gently asks.

A quiet sniffling sound comes from the cupboard and Swiss's concern grows.

"I'm gonna open the door Phantom, you're worrying me", he announces before pulling open the door.

The sight that greets him is pitiful. Phantom is curled up as small as possible in the cramped cupboard, his shoulders violently shaking with every sob he's trying to repress. The spade of his tail rests in his mouth and his hands are tightly knotted in his streaked hair. Swiss feels his heart shatter.

As Swiss pulls the smaller ghoul out of the cupboard and into his arms, all he can think of is how they've all failed this ghoul, and how he must fix it before it's too late.