#aether x ifrit

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Any Aether/Ifrit thoughts?

One time I shattered a jar thinking about Aethfrit.

I think...Ifrit's an instigator. I think he likes to tease and play and wrestle as a way to bond, very physical with his affection. Grabby. Oohs and aahs over Aether's vessel, compares hand sizes and squeezes his biceps to get a feel for his strength and Aether allows it with a sheepish grin. (He might be peacocking a little bit for the pretty water ghoul watching the antics nearby as he smokes...)

"We're pretty matched!" Ifrit says. "Wanna arm wrestle for top bunk?"

Now Aether's more than happy to just give it to him if he asked but there's a light in Ifrit's eyes that's begging for a challenge, and he's scraping his shoe across the ground like a bull about to charge. Aether doesn't need his quintessence to tell him Ifrit's got way too much energy to sit still on that first long flight and a couple rounds might be just the thing to help him settle down.

Ifrit's palm is fever-hot against his skin, his grin reckless and wild as Mist counts down. Aether can already tell it's going to be close as she signals them to start and they push against each other. Aether can't help but grin right back at Ifrit when he realizes they're not using their full strength. It goes on for what seems like forever; one will lose an inch, the other will take it back. Ifrit's palm grows hotter with exertion, Aether calls on the chill of the void to fight back. Steam erupts where their hands meet, they're locked eye to eye, heedless of the world around them until someone yells and the whole table shatters; burnt black on Ifrit's bench, frozen brittle on Aether's. They look at each other through the rubble and burst out into laughter, helping each other up.

"Looks like we're sharing that bunk." Aether teases, taking Ifrit's now significantly cooler hand in his own warm one. "Not claustrophobic, are you?"

'I don't mind a tight squeeze." Ifrit says with a wink.

Now you know damn well what's under this cut

They run into each other in the abbey hallway later that night on their way to the other's room. Ifrit snickers, not unkindly, and catches Aether's hand again. Swings it as he walks and the casual chatter easily erases any awkwardness as they head back to Aether's room. Aether opens the door for him like a gentleman; Ifrit shoves him through and kicks it shut before tackling him on the bed in a kiss that's more teeth than lips. Biting him everywhere Aether encourages, leaving pretty bruises around his nipples that Aether mirrors on him when he realizes how much Ifrit likes his own pectorals lavished with attention. Maybe Aether wouldn't have found out about his own preferences as fast if Ifrit hadn't mapped out every sensitive point on his body that night.

Ifrit doesn't have the majority of his tattoos I like to think he has, but he's definitely gotten started. Some are mundane, just for visual appeal but there's one in particular he's started just under his belly button. When Aether touches the tip of his tongue to the ink, it tingles and Ifrit's cock flexes where it's pinned under Aether's chest.

"Ticklish?" Aether teases as Ifrit squirms in delight.

"Little more than that." Ifrit huffs, and tries to shove Aether down further, bucking his hips and leaving pre smeared on the soft underside of his chin. So naturally, Aether has to pin those hips down so Ifrit doesn't go buck wild and gag him when Aether sucks his cock. Ifrit squeezes his legs around Aether's torso in revenge, Aether reaches up to tweak a nipple and somehow they're wrestling again. Pushing their cocks together, rutting against strong thighs. Ifrit's devilish fingers poke and prod the rolls of Aether's stomach, get him wheezing as Ifrit whispers, "Now who's ticklish, huh?" as Aether's tip starts to leak steadily. "Big guy like you and it's all undone with a few fingers."

"I'll show you my weak point I'd you promise not to use it against me." Aether breathes and when Ifrit's fingers wiggle their way inside, warm and wet with lube, the fire ghoul kisses him so sweetly they both forget it started out so violently. It's a test of Aether's endurance next as he rides first Ifrit's fingers and then his cock, bouncing slow and gentle, saving his stamina to see how long they both can last.

Knowledge Aether is infinitely grateful for when he finally tumbles into bed with Dewdrop later on.

[st-danger]

i just read

"Ifrit's another story. More saccharine than the others, better and wheedling to get what he wants. Slinking up behind Aether and pressing against him. Giving his shoulders a squeeze and asking if he needs them rubbed. He can tell Aether's just so tense. Falsely casual, and Aether isn't sure at first, what he feels- but the realization that it's Ifrit's hardening cock pressing against his hip sinks in soon enough."

and i would love to get the full story if you ever feel like it👁️

"Relax," Ifrit says, too close to Aether's ear to avoid the ensuing shudder. "You need to stretch more."

Alone in the practice room, Ifrit seems large and looming around him. A presence. How he must seem to attendees of the rituals.

It isn't that the hands he lays upon him are unwelcome, it's just that they make Aether nervous, because he can sense an undercurrent of something less innocent than a friendly back rub.

He knows what Ifrit wants from him.

Aether takes a deep breath and exhales as fingertips work into the muscles of his shoulders, pressing into sore spots with alarming accuracy, forcing pressure into the knots he finds there. He wants to relax into it, he really does, but Ifrit is so close. Strangely close.

His fingers slide over his shoulders, the smallest amount. Dipping just under his shirt, grazing against a clavicle for the briefest of moments, so quick Aether doesn't even have time to really register the feeling of hands on bare skin. Instantly backing off and going back to picking apart the tension in his shoulders. He takes a purposeful deep breath, and lets it out in a low exhale.

"There you go," Ifrit hums, and Aether's eyes go wide when Ifrit's hips push forward and he feels it.

There's no explaining it away. No alternative to what it is. He's hard, and he's pressing it against Aether's ass, using the massage as an excuse to hold and pull Aether close, keep him held against it. Heat rises to his cheeks; a pity they aren't covered. As long as the room is closed, they don't have to keep their masks for practice. If it's only Papa and other ghouls, they don't need to be worn. He looks over at where his rests against his guitar case.

Hips shift forward again, and Aether shivers. He does not mean to.

"You always this tense?"

No, Aether thinks. But he can feel the heat pouring off of Ifrit and onto him. He can smell the spicy cologne he insists on using even though Papa hates it. And he can feel large, confident hands manipulating him like clay.

And he can feel Ifrit hard against him.

Ifrit strokes a single finger down the side of Aether's neck, and Aether's eyes slip shut.

"Want some help relaxing?" Ifrit says, into Aether's hair. He presses his hard on against him, a slow grind.

Aether doesn't know how this works, exactly. Could explain what to do if he was back in the Pit, but he's never owned a human body before. He has so much to learn.

"Can you help?" he manages, and then clears his throat, a nervous gesture. "With the. Relaxing."

Ifrit presses his nose against the nape of Aether's neck, and takes a long, indulgent inhale.

[forlorn-crows]

CROWSEPHINE

I BEG YOU FOR IFRIT IN A DRESS THAT BARELY COVERS HIS TITS, DROOLING ALL OVER WHILE QUINTOSIS DADDY HAS HIS WAY WITH HIM

B L E A S E

leave it to me to turn this into a full fic. quintosis is BACK BABYY

Weigh Your Powers, Tempt The Hours

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2357

Summary: “You’re so pretty like this, you know that?” Ifrit blushes under his adoring gaze. His shaggy hair falls across his face as he ducks to hide. But Aether’s having none of it, reaching out to guide his head back up with a gentle hand on his chin. “You trust me, right?” “Of course I do. I want—” Ifrit pauses and takes a shaky breath. “Want to be good for you,” he finishes in a small voice, just barely above a whisper. “You’re always good for me, Fritter.” The quintessence ghoul runs the pad of his thumb across the point of his jaw. His voice slips to a lower timbre, slow and rhythmic. “You want to feel good too, don’t you?” Ifrit’s eyes slip closed, body relaxing ever so slightly. “Yeah,” he answers simply, forming the word on his exhale like an unholy confession. “You will. I’ll make sure of it.”

[anotherghoul666]

Hold the Flame

They are here! They have arrived! Behold! IFRIT’S TITS!

Pairing: Aether/Ifrit

Rating: Explicit

Tags / contains: Aether and Ifrit’s origin story from their summoning until today; some more general Ghost lore because apparently I build my band and Church lore with every fic a bit more before getting to the porn (is that my M.O.? My signature?); Ifrit is a himbo and I love him to death; distinguished intellectual x gym dude vibes; bros who also cuddle / bros who also fuck / bros who are also in love; playing guitar is hard; cozy winter fic; warm me up trope; titties; woops, wait, no, polyamory ethics first; ok now we’re getting to the titties; feminization; not physically but more of a mental feminization headspace; thick boy power hour; fat bodies appreciation; rope bondage; chest harness; nipple play; nipple clamps; partial suspension; thigh riding; gratuitous descriptions of how big Aether is; cumming in pants; some cum play; aftercare; why are these two so damn cute.

Summary: After a few months on the road, Aether seeks to reconnect with his original bond topside, Ifrit. As winter rages outside and cold seeps into every corner of the abbey, the pair tests out the two main ways members of the Clergy keep warm: fire ghoul magic and some good ol’ skin to skin time. What starts as a joke about Ifrit’s tits becomes definitely not a joke anymore when the heat is turned all the way up. And when Aether gets creative with some of the tools and toys he’s learned how to use while on tour, well, let’s just say Ifrit gets in touch with his feminine side and then some.

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Big fucking thanks to @mibo-nin for stepping up to beta this, it was such a fun time darling and you did a fucking stellar job!!! ❤️ @st-danger @joeynihil @miasmaghoul @sodo-emeritus @idkhowbut-art @arsonyard @blanchebees @bluravenite @traayaa @fruit-cheese-hyperfixations @troubleghoul @crimsonclergy @iamthecomet @battiestbelfry @presidenteyebrow-22 @ifritties

I think that's everyone who asked to be tagged for this when it came out, my apologies if I missed anybody. I hope yall enjoy! :D

[papal-babygirl]

Fall From Reality

aethfrit mating press, my very first ever democratically elected fic. Twitter got to pick what i did, so enjoy!!

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Winter at the Abbey was never much fun. The old marble halls and drafty windows made all but the most interior hearths frigid, and an endless amount of fire ghouls could wear themselves out acting as space heaters to ultimately very little lasting warmth. Aether didn’t exactly feel the cold more intensely than the humans did, but he did feel every arthritic ache from Primo, and every shiver from Dew, and every other little bodily complaint or ounce of misery from the entire Abbey. He was doing his very best in what little lessons he could get from Omega - on the rare occasion he could be pulled from Terzo’s grasp - but for now his lack of control of his elemental magic left Aether subject to the full barrage of emotions on display for him.

But Ifrit could turn all that off. Sure, Aether's slid into most of the beds of his newfound pack, but there was something about Ifrit that left him weightless. Perhaps everyone else viewed him as ‘in charge’ now that he was technically the highest ranking quintessence ghoul in the Ministry’s service, but he always had to think in bed with them. Make no mistake, he loved it, loved to be the one to pick apart his pack. How he got to see Dew’s playful fight melt away into achingly tender submission, how when Mountain crumbled he was a genuinely lovely partner, how much Zephyr could finally feel peace and relief with Aether and relax and forget his pain. It was all a joy, fully and wholly, but sometimes Aether didn’t want to think, couldn’t think anymore.

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[xxwhiskeyxx]

Love Trope February!  Unexpected Bond: Aether x Ifrit

When Aether and Ifrit happen to be summoned at the same time, Papa and Sister don’t realize that they formed a bond, one that forms between packmates that have been through a traumatic encounter together. Due to their opposing natures, their close bond shocks most of the clergy, though, after Alpha and Omega, it’s not a huge surprise no one was aware of the extent of the bond the pair share, not even themselves. So when Ifrit is left behind for the first time after he retires since they wouldn’t let him come with as he was needed at the Ministry, it startles the Clergy when he gets incredibly sick; barely eating, not sleeping even when Zephyr lets him crawl into his bed, and the most concerning thing is that Ifrit is cold. Then when news comes from Copia that Aether is in a similar conditioner. In fact, they luck had a roadie with a similar build to the large ghoul when he couldn’t perform at the Ritual the night before. Soon Copia is horrified when he puts it together that they were a bonded pair, they had separated a bonded pair, and if they don’t get them back together, they will die. What happens when they finally are brought back together?

Hello all! You might find the relationship/nature of their slightly familiar, I had gotten inspiration from a fic I read with these two where they had been summoned together and developed a trauma bond, but I changed it to fit my fic better. I am sorry I didn't post yesterday, I was exhausted from school and couldn't find the will to write. Happy Valentines day, this is you're present even tho it isn't related to Valentines day at all lmao.

I hope you guys enjoy this 5k fic, my cat sat behind me the entire time and has made my back hurt like hell, dying lmao. Anyways, I am both happy and not happy with this fic, but I hope you guys are happy.

- Love Whiskey <3

Ifrit and Aether have been incredibly close since they had been summoned together, shockingly close. Typically Fire and Quintessence ghouls aren’t very close, because in the Pit, Fire ghouls are incredibly aggressive and territorial and do not tend to let anyone who isn’t Fire close to them, while Quintessential ghouls are very reserved, only sticking to their kind, due to their rarity. So when Aether and Ifrit seemed to immediately latch to one another, it shocked the Clergy and anyone who had any knowledge about ghouls. They are always together, at mealtime, hanging out after practice, and even sometimes sleeping together simply to be near each other. Even on tour, they were always together, the pair are practically inseparable, sleeping in each other bunks more than their own, celebrating post Ritual together, and even if they go off on their own for a while, they always come back together.

“Hey, we’re gonna watch that new Batman movie, Dewdrop requested it, wanna join us?” Mountain asks the pair as they walk back from practice. “Sure, I didn’t have anything planned, how about you Aeth?” Ifrit says, looking at his friend, “Yeah, sure, I’ve wanted to see it since Dew showed me the trailer.” Aether replies, “Great, Zephyr’s making tacos for us to eat while watching so we don’t have to go upstairs.” Mountain says, “Fuck yeah! I fucking love Zeph’s tacos.” Ifrit yells, making the other two laugh as they walk into the common room of the ghoul den. “I’m glad you do Frits, they are almost done, Dew’s getting the movie set up.” Zephyr calls from the kitchen, the said hybrid ghoul was sitting on the couch, scrolling through HBO Max for the movie. “Hell yes, I can’t wait.” Ifrit says, plopping down next to Dewdrop who hisses at the Fire ghoul as he wraps his arms around him.

Aether laughs at the pair as he joins Zephyr in the kitchen to help with finishing up, Mountain flops next to the grumbling Water ghoul and ecstatic Fire ghoul. After a few more minutes, Aether carries out the big pan filled with ground beef and beans while Zephyr follows, carrying a plate filled with lettuce, pico de galileo, and tortillas; “Hope you guys are hungry, this took me so long.” The Air ghoul states as he places down his plate next to the pot, “I’m fuckin starved man, barely ate cause Terzo had me running around, delivering messages and paperwork. I missed lunch 'cause he made me take a fucking letter all the way to Imperator’s office across the Abbey!” Dew gripes, loading up his plate with 3 tacos, all filled to popping with everything on the plates. “Damn Droplet, make sure you leave enough for the rest of us.” Ifrit teases, making his own plate with 4 tacos, similar to Dews. The Water ghoul hissed at him and started the movie to shut him up, quickly everyone ate as they settled into watching Robert Patterson be Batman.

“Never thought a dude who played a moody, sparkly vampire could be Batman, but then again, Batman is just a rich crybaby orphan who beats up mentally ill people for fun.” Mountain says as the movie finishes. “Shut up Dirt Boy, we don’t talk about Twilight, that shit was awful.” Dew hisses, “I can’t believe Mist forced me to sit through all of them.” he cringes at the memories of shirtless werewolves and vampires simping for a girl who looks constipated every time she smiles and grimaces every 5 seconds. “She made all of us sit through them, remember? Said we needed to, ‘learn some women culture’, even though Mount and Aeth conked out after 20 minutes, lucky bastards.” Ifrit says from where he was layed across Aether’s lap, the other ghoul was currently petting through his hair. “Not our fault you sat through 4 movies about a human falling in love with a vampire while her childhood werewolf friend tries to woo her.” Aether teases, nudging his friend, “Shush you, you missed said werewolf childhood friend falls in love with her fucking daughter! Who was already a cursed aspect in of itself, that fucking doll was terrifying, then the wold bitch tried to call Edward Dad? Anyways I’m bored, was thinking about heading to my room; wanna come?” the Fire Ghoul asks as he stands up and stretches. The Quintessence ghoul's eyes are locked at the little bit of tummy that peeks out as Ifrit's arms are above his head making his shirt ride up, “Ye..yeah sure, lemme help Zeph clean up and I’ll meet you there.” Aether says, grabbing the pot that had held the meat and some of the plates, “Awesome, don’t take too long.” Ifrit chirps as hands his plate to the other ghoul before heading out of the common room, and down the hallway toward his room.

Aether carries the dishes in his hands to the kitchen, tossing them in the sink and pouring soap and water in to allow them to soak. “You two need to tell each other your feelings, it’s getting painful to watch you two dance around each other.” Zephyr says, tossing the rest of the dishes in the sink, the larger ghoul whirls around, violet flooding his cheeks, “What are you talking about Zeph.” Aether asks quickly. The Air ghoul rolls his eyes as he scrubs the pan, “Aether, it is so obvious, you two are always together, and I see the way you look at each other, it’s as if you think he hung the moon or something. Not to mention, whenever one of us tries to cuddle with you guys, the other is always glaring at us.” Zephyr explains nonchalantly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Aether tries to deny but the pointed look the small ghoul gives him makes his shoulders and tail slump, “Is it really that obvious…?” he asks, the other ghoul nods, setting the pot in the dish drain he turns to his friend. “I mean, you two were bonded from the summoning, so it’s not surprising. But yeah, even Dew has caught on and you know how oblivious the little bugger is.” Zephyr laughs, patting the Quintessence ghoul’s arm softly to try to make him feel better, “I’m not gonna make you, but I think you’d both be a lot happier if you actually bit the bullet and got together, you two would be adorable together if the way you act now says anyway.” the Air ghoul advises with a playful wink before turning back to the dishes.

Aether just stands there for a minute, listening to the water run as Zephyr scrubs, before leaving the kitchen and heading towards Ifrit's room, debating on if he should tell his friend his feelings or not as he reaches the door that has the Fire symbol on it. Knocking to inform Ifrit he’s here as he enters, the Fire ghoul is sat on his bed, playing some song on his guitar, eyes closed and tail swaying contently. The large ghoul takes a moment to admire the handsome ghoul in his element, entranced in the music as he nods along to the imaginary beat. It makes Aether’s stomach flutter as he watches Ifrit finish the song, who then looks up, jumping when he notices his friend has entered the room. “Hey! Never thought you’d come, figured ChAir had snagged you into washing the dishes for him.” Ifrit grins, setting his guitar to the side, and gesturing for Aether to sit down. The Quintessence ghoul sprawls out on the soft sheets next to the other male, arms folded behind his head as he looks at him, “Yeah, sorry, I was helping him put everything in the sink, and then we were talking for a little bit.” Aether explains as Ifrit swivels around to face him, pulling the guitar back in his lap.

“You’re fine man.” Ifrit assures him, plucking random strings. The pair settle into a comfortable silence, Aether listening to him play as he scrolls through social media on his phone. After about half an hour, Ifrit suddenly sighs, letting the guitar lay flat in his lap, “I need to tell you something, Aeth.” he says, a look of shame on his face. Aether sits up worried, phone forgotten in his lap, “What’s up?” he asks, wondering in the back of his mind if Ifrit is going to confess, “I..I don’t know how to say this. Just please don’t be mad.” Ifrit asks, fiddling with his tail nervously, this makes the larger ghoul even more nervous, “I can never be mad at you, you know this.” he reassures, grabbing his friend's hand, and squeezing gently. Ifrit sighs again at the reassurance, “I’m gonna retire from the band…”

Aether is shocked into silence, mouth open as he stares at the nervous Fire ghoul, “I just..I love performing the Rituals, but being in front of all of those people..it makes me feel sick. I already talked to Terzo and he agreed. There’s talk of him being forced to retire as well, apparently, Sister isn’t satisfied with his performance, and of some Cardinal, that’s going to take over.” Ifrit explains, face guilt-riddled as he awaits his friend's response. Aether stares at him for a few moments as he tries to process the information, he’s gonna have to leave Ifrit behind whenever they go on tour, Terzo is gonna be replaced, and Ifrit was going to leave him. “I..I didn’t realize you felt like that on the stage, Fritter. I understand why you would want to retire, I wish you had told me how you felt before because maybe I could’ve helped.” he says slowly. Ifrit squeezes his hand, “I’m not mad, just surprised..what do you plan on doing instead?” he asks. The Fire ghoul smiles at him, happy his best friend wasn’t upset over the news, “I was gonna apply to be a part of the crew, I may not like being on the stage, but I still love touring and being around you guys. You didn’t think I’d let you leave me behind?” he says with a grin on his face.

This makes the Quintessence ghoul feel so much better, just the thought of being away from Ifrit for a week makes his stomach hurt, let alone for months on end while on a tour cycle. “That’s great, I’m happy for you Fritter. And here I was thinking you were gonna leave us behind to become a desk jockey like Terzo.” Aether jokes, tugging the Fire ghoul into a hug who tightly reciprocates. “Oh fuck no, I hate sitting still when we’re at fucking Mass, you think I can sit at a desk and do boring ass paperwork all day?! I could never do what Papa does, he can’t even do it either.” he laughs, “Also, the agreement we settled on was that I will be performing on this last acoustic tour before our big break, then Papa will look into moving me onto the crew. It’s too close to us leaving to for them to summon another ghoul, let alone get a Fire ghoul first try. As well as trying to train someone on all the lead parts, plus I have to learn about being a crew member. I wanna hopefully be whoever is the new lead guitar tech, so I can still play sometimes.” Ifrit says, pulling back for a moment to place the guitar next to the bed, before shuffling closer so he’s cuddled into the larger ghoul.

“Yeah, I was wondering about that. Maybe you could be mine if anything, my tech always seems to mess up my strings, they snap every time I take it out of the case! If it makes you feel better, I can stay closer to you when we’re on stage?” Aether offers, nuzzling his nose into the soft dark hair of the Fire ghoul, inhaling the spicy scent of cardamom and cedar smoke, “That’d be nice, this last tour is short at least.” Ifrit replies, snuggling his head against the large chest of the other male. The pair stay curled up together even after they fall asleep.

Soon they were on the small acoustic tour Terzo had set up, it was only two weeks, but it felt like it lasted three days, just Aether, Terzo, Ifrit, and Dew since their just doing simple acoustic covers of some of the songs. Eventually, it came to a close, and they headed home, Aether felt sad knowing this was the last time he would perform with Ifrit on stage, but it was not like he’d be leaving him behind right?

It was approaching time for them to leave on the new tour, but Terzo hadn’t managed to get Ifrit onto the crew in time. Something about, “I’m sorry, my ghouls, Sister didn’t approve the request whenever I asked her.” and about how he had been moved down from Papa when the Cardnial, some guy named Copia, had taken over on Sister Imperators' orders, which has led to Ifrit having to stay behind, working in the kitchen for the time being. Aether had been devastated, same with the Fire ghoul, his worst fear was coming true; he has to leave the person he loves behind for the next 6 months, the pair have never been separated for longer than a week before. Aether had been summoned to another church with Omega to help a newly summoned Quintessence ghoul adjust to the topside, they of course called every day but it wasn’t the same. The second he had gotten back, Ifrit had damn near dragged him into his nest and didn’t let him leave for longer than going to the bathroom for 5 days, not that the Quintessence ghoul was complaining.

“I can’t fucking believe that wrinkly, old, decrepit bitch, I knew she fucking hated me, and she decided to put fucking Dew on lead?! I know he’s half Fire, but I can’t believe she moved him instead of summoning a new Fire ghoul, I know we’re hard to summon but fuck! They summoned that goddamn fucking Multi, who is an absolute dickhead to everyone, and they are just as hard to summon as it is for Fire and Quintessence!” Ifrit rants, “I swear to Satan, I will pack myself in a fucking suitcase and put myself on the fucking bus so I can make sure he doesn’t fuck it up. He is pacing around the room as Aether watches from his bed, book in his hand. He had been reading when Ifrit had busted in and went on his tangent about how he learned about Dew now being on lead along with the new ghouls that had been summoned to join the band, “Ifrit.” Aether says, placing his book on the side table next to his bed, “What?!” the Fire ghoul whirls around and snarls. The larger ghoul simply raises an eyebrow, “Come here, you’re about to set yourself on fire, Smokey.” he says, patting beside him. Ifrit huffs out a plume of smoke but complies, but instead of sitting next to the other ghoul, he flops into his lap and shoves his face into Aether’s bare stomach. He was dressed only in sweatpants since he was in his room, still grumbling about the situation.

Aether sighs, smoothing his hand through soft dark hair, “I’m not happy about it either, I hate the thought of leaving you behind, but it’s what happened. We can’t change what Sister did, but hey, I’ll call you every chance I get, yeah?” he says, now petting the still grouchy ghoul who leans into, lifting his face to pout up at Aether who grins at the cute sight. “Fine..still not happy.” he’s silent for a moment, but then he speaks again, “I keep getting this weird feeling in my stomach when I imagine you being gone for that long like I’m gonna puke or something. Ifrit mumbles, pressing his face back into Aether’s warm, plush belly, a quiet purr rumbling from his chest as the ghoul scratches behind his horns. “Yeah, I do too, Fritter. I think it’s just cause of our bond is all, plus it might be because we haven’t really been away from each other.” Aether says, leaning back into his pillow, enjoying the warmth being emitted from the Fire ghoul pressed against his stomach as it, along with the soft purrs, slowly lulls him to sleep.

It finally came to the time when Ghost had to leave on tour. The day before, Aether and Ifrit spent the entire day together and then slept in Aether’s nest, the smaller curled around the Quintessential as if afraid he’s going to leave without saying goodbye, which of course Aether never would. Then that morning, Aether stayed with him until it was time for him to get into the SUV to head to the airport. Ifrit clung to him the entire time while they walked to the front of the Church, tail wrapped around Aether’s while he held his hand in a death grip, and before the Quintessence ghoul climbed into the car, he wrapped the now trembling Fire ghoul in his arms, fighting back his own tears, and crushed him in a tight hug.

They stood there until Dew poked his head out of the window and yelled at Aether, “To wrap up the love fest and get his ass in the car before they leave him,” earning Ifrit flipping him off and Aether glaring at him, but he lets go and gets in, fighting against the urge of wanting to drag the Fire ghoul in as well. Ifrit had stood outside of the Church, watching the car drive off even when it was out of sight, a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach that is growing every second as he watched Aether being carried away from him, not knowing that Aether had the same feeling, curling up in his seat with his arms wrapped around his stomach.

But it quickly turned out, it wasn’t simply them being nervous about being separated. Both of the ghouls became sick about 3 weeks; Ifrit was barely eating, barely sleeping, and even when Zephyr and Omega offered to sleep with him, he kept waking up, and the scariest thing that developed that scared even Imperator, Ifrit was cold to the touch. Fire ghouls never are cold unless they are incredibly sick or are left in frigid temperatures for extended periods of time, so the fact the normal, larger-than-life walking furnace is now shivering and wrapped up in a blanket on the couch worries all of the ghouls. “Sister there has to be something we can do, Ifrit’s condition is getting worse every day, and even Omega can’t figure out what is wrong!” Terzo cries, pacing in her office, “Papa, I don’t have an answer for you, I don’t know any more than the ghoul does. All we can do is possibly send him ba-” Sister is cut off by Terzo slamming his hand on the desk, “Absolutely fucking not! We are not giving up on him like this. If we send him back, he would not be able to fend for himself in the Pit, those ghouls will tear him apart!” he seethes, angry and terrified of something happening to one of his ghouls.

The pair stare at each other for a moment when suddenly Sister’s computer pops up a notification for a Skype call incoming from Copia. She sighs and quickly answers it, smoothing back her hair. “Yes, Cardinal, what is it?” she asks. The said Cardinal seems to be frantically walking around, “Hello Sister, we have a problem.” he says nervously, the camera shaking, revealing his anxiety. Imperator raises an eyebrow, “Well, spit it out, we have our own problems going on here too.” she says.

Copia takes a breath, “Aether, my Quintessential ghoul is terribly sick, he couldn’t even perform tonight, we thankfully had a crew member who looks similar to him that can play guitar to stand in, but I am worried. He’s been sick since we left, but this is the worst he has been.” he rambles, Terzo can see Mountain in the background, seemingly hovering over Aether who is sitting on the couch of the tour bus. Terzo and Sister look at each other, “Describe his symptoms.” she states, “Well, he has barely eaten unless one of the ghouls forced him to, or sleeping, and he keeps complaining of his stomach. Along with his magic seeming to be going crazy, he couldn’t even heal Dew when he had scraped his knee, and emotions are almost bipolar.” he explains, Terzo sucks in a breath. “Ifrit has also been feeling similar, except he’s cold.” he says, and Copia’s eyes widen, “That is Aether’s friend, right, the one he shares a bond link with because they were summoned together?” he asks suddenly, Terzo nods. “Fuck..fuck fuck fuck! We should have never separated them! If my theory is correct, then their bond extends further than just them being friends, that bond is equal to that of mates. We need to fly Ifrit out here now, or they will both die.” he states seriously.

Terzo’s eyes widen, “Oh my Satan, I did not realize it was that serious. I knew they were close, but I didn’t realize those types of bonds could evolve.” he says, looking at Sister, “We need to get Ifrit to them now, Copia where are you?” he asks, “We’re currently in Amsterdam, thankfully it is close.” Copia says. “Sister we need to book a flight, Omega can go with him.” Terzo states, looking at the older woman. She sighs but immediately goes to the page where she always books the flights, managing to book one that leaves tomorrow morning, all the while muttering about how much this is going to cost since it is so last minute, “There, go inform Omega and Ifrit of what is happening, they are leaving at 6 am tomorrow and should be there by 10 tomorrow.” she says.

Terzo and Copia sigh, it’s not as soon as they would like, but it is better than nothing, “Thank you Sister, I will drive them to the airport myself.” Terzo says, nodding at Copia as he turns to inform the ghouls of the update of what is happening, “Yes, thank you, Sister, I may not have known these ghouls as long as Terzo has, but Aether is a very kind ghoul, and from what I’ve seen, Ifrit is very lovely as well.” he says, “Yes, yes your welcome.” she mutters, “Goodbye Copia.” “Goodbye, Sister”

Terzo had nearly busted his ass falling down the stairs as he raced to the ghoul den, bursting through the door, “We have figured out what is wrong with Ifrit!” he cried, Zephyr and Mist were sitting in the living room, “Really?!” Mist asks, standing up to greet the Papa, tail swaying behind her, “Yes, Copia has theorized that Aether and Ifrit are bonded, which we do know, but their bond has evolved into one equivalent to mates, we separated them, and now they are sick because of it. We have booked a flight to get Ifrit to them tomorrow morning, where is Omega?” he explains quickly, “He’s in Fritter’s room, trying to keep him comfortable along with Alpha.” Zephyr says. Terzo nods in thanks before racing down the hall and bursting into the room again.

Alpha and Omega were spooning the still shivering Fire ghoul between them, who had finally passed out. The sudden entrance caused Alpha to snarl and quickly hover over the weak ghoul protectively, “The fuck do you want.” he growled. Red eyes glowing, “Alpha, calm down. Terzo would never do anything to hurt Ifrit, and you know that. What’s up?” Omega says, the larger Fire ghoul chuffs but lays back down but slightly more on top of the smaller than he was before, eyes trained on Terzo. “We figured out what is wrong!” Terzo exclaims and explains what they had figured out and the plan, “Will you please go with him, Omega, he isn’t strong enough to be alone.” Terzo asks a begging plead in his voice.

Omega’s violet eyes glance down at the shivering, whimpering ghoul clinging to him, “Of course, what time do we leave?” he agrees, Terzo sighs in relief, “6 am tomorrow. I’m driving you. Sister printed out the tickets and will give them to me to hold onto for tomorrow.” he says excitedly. Chuckling at the enthusiasm, “Thank you, Papa, we are really worried about him, and I hate to hear that Aether is suffering as well. Please do not beat yourself up about letting them be separated, that type of bond is rare. Especially between their ghoul types, but then again, look at Alpha and me.” he laughs, said Fire ghoul scowls playfully and nudges his horns against the other ghoul, “Would you like to stay with us, Papa? I’m sure Ifrit would appreciate it.” Omega suggests he can feel the worry Terzo has towards the ghoul, and he has been down here every day to check on him. “Are you sure it’d be alright?” he ask warily, eyes trained on the ill ghoul, “Yes, he’d love the extra warmth, Alpha can only get so warm before he starts to roast me.” Omega chuckles again. Terzo kicks off his shoes and clambers onto the bed, laying down against the trembling ghoul, whose shivers slowly seem to slow as he pulls a blanket up, a soft purr starts from Omega as he wraps an arm around the human, followed by Alpha.

Terzo had fallen asleep in the small pile, awoken by the alarm that Omega had seemed to set before he had also fallen asleep. The Papa springs up, quickly waking the ghouls, “We must get ready, boys, come along.” he says, Alpha grumbles before curling back into Ifrit; Omega groans but gets up, quickly throwing some clothes into some bag for him and Ifrit, knowing that Ifrit will have to end up staying. It doesn’t take long for him to gather everything he needs, the Fire ghoul is surprisingly tidy, and he gently wakes him, “Fritter, love, you gotta wake up for me. Lemme see those pretty eyes, huh.” Omega whispers, stroking the smaller ghoul’s face. Ifrit whines and leans into the touch, orange-red eyes slowly blinking open sleepily, “What’s up Mega, what’s wrong?” he asks, yawning, “Nothing is wrong. We figured out how to make you feel better; we gotta get you to Aether honey.” Omega explains briefly, stroking his cheek. Ifrit chitters softly and nods, “Okay..” he nods off.

Sighing, Omega tosses the bags over his shoulders as he gathers the smaller ghoul into his arms and begins to carry him to the front where Terzo is waiting, carefully putting Ifrit in the backseat and clipping him, Omega jumps into the front. It was about a 2-hour drive to the airport, thankfully Terzo drives like a feral beast, so they made it with 30 minutes to spare; quickly thanking Papa and grabbing the tickets, the Quintessence ghoul carefully gets Ifrit out of the car, “Okay, buddy, you have to wake up for a little bit, I know you’re tired Smokey, but I can’t carry you here. It’s only for a little bit; we’re near our gate already.” Omega says, gently patting the ghoul's face. Ifrit whines but begrudgingly uses his legs and follows the larger ghoul, not unlike a kit, clinging to his coat as they walk through the airport, quickly checking in their bags and getting to their gate. They make it right when it’s time for them to board.

The flight doesn’t feel like it was very long, Ifrit of course sleeps through all of it, and soon they land in Amsterdam. Omega turns on his phone and checks his texts, Mountain had messaged saying that he and Copia were already there and waiting. How they managed to figure out what gate they were at is a mystery, but Omega doesn’t care, it just means they’ll get the sickly Fire ghoul back with his mate sooner, gently waking up said ghoul as they are allowed to leave, “C’mon Fritter, let’s go, we’re almost to Aeth, aren’t you excited?” he asks, trying to wake up the Fire ghoul, Ifrit had sat up at the mention of the Quintessence ghoul, “We’re going to see Aether?!” he asks, tiredness has suddenly gone, Omega smiles and nods, ‘I guess he wasn’t aware earlier’ he thinks, “Yeah, it’ll make you feel better, I’ll explain when we get in the car. Mount and Copia are here to pick us up, but we have to get off the plane and get our bags first okay.” he says, offering his hand to the smaller, who eagerly grabs it and follows Omega off the plane.

Quickly spotting Mountain the second they stepped off, Ifrit had practically flown to greet the Earth ghoul, grabbing him and whimpering about how he missed him. The giant simply smiled and held his friend before picking him up when he feels Ifrit slump against him, exhaustion hitting like a mack truck after his brief burst of energy, “Thank you, Copia, if it wasn’t for you, we probably would’ve lost them.” Omega says, shaking the man's hand, said human blushes at the compliment, “It..it was no problem, I may not have been around my ghouls for long, but I studied a lot about ghoul culture and anatomy, so I know quite a bit.” he says bashfully. The large Quintessence ghoul smiles at him as they follow the lumbering giant to the baggage claim, grabbing their bags and heading to the SUV that was parked outside.

The drive to the hotel felt like it was the longest part of the trip, the hotel was about 30 minutes from the airport, so Omega and Mountain had curled up in the back with the yet again shivering Fire ghoul, who was whimpering and begging for Aether in his unconscious state, the sound breaks all the other passenger’s hearts. Copia quickly pulls into the parking lot, and Mountain yet again scoops up the smaller ghoul, and Omega follows them to the room that the large ghoul was sharing with Aether. “I was wrong, this elevator ride is the longest part of this fucking trip.” Omega mutters, making Mountain chuckle as they ride up to the 5th floor, as soon as the door opens, the pair zoom out and make their way down the hall, Mountain adjusting Ifrit so he can grab the keycard from his pocket before opening the door.

The room is dark, the only noise coming from the AC in the corner and from a huddled shape on one of the beds, soft whimpers, and whines come from the swaddled-up ball. Mountain glances at Omega, “Aether, my Starlight, can you look at me please.” Omega asks, approaching the bundled ghoul, the whimper is cut off mid-way, “Me..mega?” Aether calls weakly, royal purple eyes peeking out from under the blankets, “Yeah, it’s me, Starlight, I have a surprise for you.” Omega says, moving out of the way so Aether can see Mountain. Who basically yeets the poor Fire ghoul onto the bed, startling Ifrit from his sleep, earning a surprised yelp from both.

It takes a moment for the pair to blink at each other and process sleepily. “Ifrit!”, “Aether!” both cry. The Fire ghoul nearly tackles the larger ghoul in a hug, tears immediately begging to flow, “I..I missed you so fucking much.” Ifrit whimpers, clinging to Aether, who has his face buried in the smaller’s throat, “I missed you too, Fritter, so fucking much. I can’t do that again, I can’t be away from you. I love you too fucking much, I felt like I was dying.” Aether cries into his neck, soaking the neck of Ifrit’s shirt. “Me too; I felt so awful. I thought I was gonna die. I love you, Aether. Please don’t ever leave me again.” Ifrit whimpers out. The Quintessence ghoul seems to be now placing kisses all over his mate, brushing away the other’s tears with his lips before placing them against Ifrit’s. The kiss was one of pure longing, love, and desperation; they clung to each other as if they were convinced the other would disappear if they loosened their grip.

Mountain and Omega watch with tears of their own in their eyes, the sight was one that no romance author could ever write, it both broke their hearts to hear their begs but healed them at the same time as they professed their love. After a few minutes, they seemed to calm down and realized the two other ghouls were still in the room, “Mounty, Mega, you can join. We both missed you guys too.” Aether offers; Ifrit makes grabby hands at the large Earth ghoul, a small pout on his lips. The pair looked at each other before pouncing on the two mates, as soon as they touched, they had both begun to feel better, each on either side, Mountain behind Ifrit while Omega was behind Aether, spooning the mates in the middle. The room was quickly filled with the loud rumble of purrs, happy chitters and trills, and soon, whimpers as things turned steamy.

[endless-weightless]

Nameless Ghoul NSFW headcanons

Got Ghost tickets and now I’m gonna be autistic about this band. Also kinda on the shorter side because I’m SO BUSY rn but the autism will pull me through 💪

CHARACTERS: Swiss, Rain, Sodo, Aether, Mountain, Phantom, Omega, Ifrit

TAGS: Smut, reader insert, BDSM, monsterfucking?, afab and amab!reader, lingerie, marking, switch!reader I guess?, switch!Swiss, soft dom!Mountain, mean dom!Omega

🌙Swiss

Kinky. We know this. He’s willing to try just about anything you’re comfortable with.

His personal favourite kinky things include bondage, spanking, gags, some dynamic play, marking and a sprinkle of dacryphilia.

He’s such a power switch and I will not listen to anyone who disagrees. Sometimes he wants to dick you down and sometimes he wants to be dicked down. Is that too much to ask for?

REALLY FUCKING LOUD. If you’re making him feel good he’s letting everyone know.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck~ baby if you don’t slow down I’ll cum- fuck!”

Has absolutely no shame walking around covered in hickeys, bite marks and scratches.

Swiss gets unbelievably horny when you touch his horns, like something in him snaps when you touch them.

Prefers cumming on you rather than inside you, like you’re a canvas and he’s the painter.

Don’t bully him he’ll cum :(

Nah but seriously, if you call him a slut at least once and pull his hair he’ll absolutely melt.

🌙Rain

Pretty vanilla compared to Swiss, but has his kinky moments.

Prefers sex to be romantic, so expect lots of kisses and hand holding.

Speaking of hand holding, he squeezes your hand when he cums. He just loves you so much and you’re making him feel so good.

Has cried on one or more occasions. It could be because he’s so in love or maybe because he just has a really sensitive cock-

Absolutely adores fucking in the shower or even outside in the rain. He loves it when you two are both in tune with his element and it just makes him feel safe being in water.

Doesn’t let out pornographic moans but rather soft gasps and grunts and if you’re really fucking him good then he’ll start whimpering the closer he gets to cumming.

Speaking of cum, he loves cumming in you and just having you cockwarm him (or the other way around). He also moans an “I love you” when he does so.

“I love you so much darling- oh satan.”

Always looks so goddamn pretty when he’s all fucked out and exhausted.

🌙Mountain

My fav ghoul 💜

Gives me soft dom vibes, but not crazy on kink or bdsm.

He’s fucking huge and uses it to his advantage.

Likes watching you squirm when taking him. The bastard will just watch you struggle as you try to fit all of his length in you while he just sits there doing fuck all.

Loves watching you ride him. If you have tits he’s automatically hypnotised by then jiggling as you bounce on his cock.

If you get too tired or overstimulated to keep riding him he’ll instantly flip you over so he’s on top of you and he’ll just pound into you at whatever pace you need.

Mostly grunts when you two are fucking, but he isn’t shy about moaning in your ear when he cums.

So much praise. Like a fuck ton of it.

“Look at you, taking me so well. You’re doing such a good job.

If you’re ever stressed he’ll instantly suggest a solution that involves his face buried between your thighs for the next hour or so.

Endless cuddles when you two are finished. He’ll have you wrapped in his arms until you’ve fallen asleep.

🌙Omega

Good LORD those fingers.

Mean dom. So mean :( (but very rewarding when he thinks you’ve been on your best behaviour)

I reckon he’s pretty well versed in the bdsm and kink world. Maybe even to the point where bdsm is part of his actual lifestyle outside of sex.

Fucks you absolutely silly and then mocks you when you’re too overstimulated to say a full coherent sentence.

If he’s feeling too lazy to actually fuck you or he’s busy he’ll beckon you over to him and have you sit on his lap while he fingers you into oblivion or jacks you off until you’re shooting blanks.

Goes feral when you moan his name, or just say anything along the lines of you belonging to him.

Cums where he wants, as long as you’re comfortable with it.

Not incredibly loud unless you’re sucking him off, then he’s getting a little slutty because he knows how turned on it gets you.

“Oh yeah~ use your tongue just like that darling. Fuck .”

He LOVES bending you over and pounding into you until you’re crying. He’ll even give your ass the occasional slap and moan an “atta girl/boy”.

🌙Sodo

Every time you moan his full name “Sodomiser” he instantly starts panting like a fucking dog.

Gets progressively hornier the more you feed his ego.

Likes nipping at your neck and wrapping his tail around your thigh when you’re fucking.

He tries stay quiet but ultimately ends up a whimpering mess when he cums. He doesn’t even have to be subbing, he just kinda whimpers regardless 🤷‍♀️

I feel like if you were about to suck him off he’d lightly slap you in the face with his dick because he thinks it’s hot 😭

Let you use a vibrator on him one time and he came so hard he was scared to let you use it on him again. He uses it on himself occasionally though.

“Nonono wait don’t turn it up I’ll- ngh~”

Like Swiss he loves cumming on you, bonus points if it’s your chest, ass or face.

One time you pulled his tail during sex and he let out such a load and sinful moan you had to pause before going back to fucking and then teasing him because of it.

🌙Aether

He’s hot and he knows it, the cheeky bastard.

Likes it when you caress his muscles. Fair enough though, if I was that buff I’d want everyone to touch my big strong biceps-

He loves just randomly picking you up and manhandling you.

If you’re a pillow princess or prince you’re in luck because he’ll do all of the work as long as he gets to hear you whimper his name and look at your pretty face.

His favourite thing to do is to buy you lingerie and the rip it off hours later. Sometimes if he’s feeling a bit silly n goofy he’ll buy it one or two sizes too small so he gets to see your tits and/or ass spill out.

Prefers cumming in you but doesn’t mind, as long as you’re satisfied.

Can and will fuck you standing up and it’s very scary because WHO THE FUCK HAS SEX STANDING-

He’s mostly quiet, but still very verbal if that makes sense. He moans a lil and also lets out these like sighs? Idk how to explain it but just know he’s enjoying himself 😭.

“Mm you look so- fuck, good like this.”

🌙Phantom

He’s like a very excited puppy when it comes to sex. Probably would be into puppy play too tbh.

Very easy to overstimulate. Just go for a second or third round with some edging thrown in and he’s putty in your hands.

He whines, moans, whimpers, cries, you name it.

“Please, I’ll be good, I just need to cum, please.”

Doesn’t understand his size or strength sometimes. You couldn’t convince him he had a massive dick until one time when you were riding him you put his hand to your stomach where he could literally feel himself moving inside you.

Doesn’t mind whatsoever where he has to cum, just as long as he actually gets to.

He has the most sensitive tail and horns ever it’s not even funny. He could probably cum untouched if you played with them enough.

Bites a fucking lot, like damn boy calm down.

Needs praise or he might go a little coocoo.

🌙Ifrit

This man is a SWITCH WITH A BREEDING KINK.

So obviously he loves cumming in you.

Gets so unbelievably worked up when he smells you.

Likes fucking you while your in his lap, like something similar to the lotus. He needs to be close to you.

(Afab hc) for some reason he can tell when you’re ovulating and it just sends him spiralling. He’s practically on his knees rutting into the floor and begging you to let him fuck you.

This when he gets the most vocal.

“Please let me fuck a baby into you. Mm~ I’ll do anything”

Bites hard. Like it’s a problem.

(Half afab) Insists on carrying you everywhere once you two are finished. His reasoning is because he might’ve hurt your silly little human body with his massive ghoul dick (his words not mine) and because you might be pregnant!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

That's all, thanks for reading my lovelies!

[citrus-wall-paint]

some ghost doodles ft. Ghoul designs :3

the top three from right to left are Raine, Phantom and Sodo

in the middle drawing, going clockwise from Terzo, its Sodo, Ifrit, Zephyr, Aether, Mountain and Omega

in the bottom drawing, starting from the top left is Sunshine, Ivy, and Mist, and from the bottom left is Cirrus, Aurora, and Cumulus

[dy6nsty]

Can we get the ghouls (and copia if ur up for it) comforting reader after a nasty panic attack? 🥺

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OFC<33 tysm 4 requesting!

Ghouls+Copia x gn reader, comforting after panic attack

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Alpha:

Waits for you to be in a content state of mind before trying to comfort you more.

Runs his hand along your back to try and ease the feeling of stress and panic that clouded your mind.

Tries to cheer you up with things you’d normally enjoy.

If it calms you down he’d be more than happy to lay across you and be warm you up like a heating pad.

Wipes the remaining tears from your face with his thumbs as he comforts you with words, tail gently wrapped around your thigh to keep him close to you.

Tells you to focus on your breathing and to keep it slow and steady.

Tries to put your mind at ease, assuring you that everything is alright and whatever had caused your panic attack had died down.

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Omega:

Focuses on making sure that you’re ready to talk or still need a few minutes to sit there and try to relax.

Asks if your feeling better and if there’s anything you need from him, will hand you a cup of water. It’s just mandatory to him.

Instructs you to take in deep breaths. Demonstrating it with your to try and calm your mind.

Once your in a secluded area he’ll try to comfort you more. Physical touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, you name it he’ll do it to help.

Huddling around you to give you a feeling of safety and / or comfort. Letting you know he’s there for you.

Will ask why or what the reason was for your panic attack but if you do not want to answer that question he won’t pry it out of you.

If you’re still a bit shaken up he’ll give you a small massage to comfort you if you’re feeling tense. <3

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Ifrit:

Tries to cheer you up with small jokes but will comfort you and be serious if needed. Softly rubs your wrists while hold your hand.

Warms your hand with his, just a nice feeling in hopes that’ll make you feel much better than the previous panic attack you had endured.

Pulls you towards him, and gives you a gentle hug while rubbing up and down your back before placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder.

If you want to talk to him about he’ll gladly listen to you.

Wants you to lay down and maybe even nap to relax but if you don’t want to he’ll stay with you until you feel better.

Brings you a warm drink or snack to help calm your mind down from sudden state of fright.

If the place you’re in isn’t as quiet as needed he’ll stay with you while moving to a better secluded area like your or his room.

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Zephyr:

Pampers you completely. Water, food, blankets, pillows, massages, cuddling, music, movies, talking, he’s up for it all.

Huddles close and whispers sweet things into your ear with his tail wrapped snug around your leg.

Runs his fingers through your hair or peppers soft kisses on your face or jaw.

Traces small hearts and shapes on your thigh or skin to try and relax your senses with his touch.

If everything feels loud or you need something he’ll be glad to give you headphones or ear plugs.

He’ll comfort and hold you while you cry if you’re still tense about what happened.

Tries to help you focus and get what you need, necessities, or anything that’ll help you feel more comfortable.

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Rain:

Wipes away the tears from your face with his thumb. Gently holding your face in his hands.

Offers a warm bath with calming accessories to add on: Candles, bath salts, or flowers from the garden.

Once your bath is complete he’ll help you dry off with a soft towel before handing you some comfortably loose and warm clothes.

Wants you to feel safe and placid before he tries to ask what’s wrong. Validates your feeling of fright or panic, letting you know that it’s alright to be scared or afraid.

Listens to you with patience. Staying quiet to hear you word for word. Humming out small answers to have you know he understands.

Focuses on what your body might need or how you feel. Giving you a glass of water and a snack to try and remove the feeling of fear from your mind.

Puts on relaxing music or nature noises like rain, birds chirping, thunder, wind, the ocean, you name it and he’ll find something for that.

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Phantom:

Hands you headphones to use for your own relaxation, especially if you think that what’s around you is overwhelming.

Hums a small tune while gathering things around that he can. Grabbing at pillows, blankets, fluffy and soft things, and a baggy shirt or sweatshirt if you’d like.

Makes sure that no one else is there to disturb you two when you’ve finally been situated in a hoard of blankets and pillows making some sort of fortress.

Lays on over you with his hands snaked around your waist, resting his head onto your stomach.

Asks what’s wrong or if you’d like to talk about what had happened to trigger the panic attack in the first place.

While you talk to him he huddled as close as possible he can to you. Rubbing your back with one of his hands.

Best thing he can do is try and relax you into a nice and comfortable sleep. Or spend time with you until you feel better to be on your own.

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Mountain:

Pulls you into his arms leaving your feet off the ground as he try’s to find a place you feel most safe. Whether it’s outside or a comfortable spot in your room he’ll bring you there so it’s just you and him.

Once you’re in that certain space he’ll sit you down, and sit down next you. Than he’ll start to ask questions.

As you go on when you’re finished he’ll try and calm you down with counting, deep breathing, thinking about something to sooth yourself.

He’ll speak in a quiet and gentle tone. Not raising his voice or anything sharp in his voice to make sure not to startle you. Especially after something like that.

Gently moves his hands to your backside, trailing up and gently massaging nape of your neck or shoulders.

Wonders if there’s anything you’d like to help. If you say yes, he’ll keep you with him. Close to his side as he finds whatever item you’d like. He doesn’t want to leave you alone.

If you’d like to take a nap or go to sleep he’ll wrap you up in a blanket burrito style and spoon you from behind.

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Sodo/Dew:

Sits down with you until you feel like you’re ready to talk to him. Has you focus on your breathing and thoughts.

Let’s you hold his hand and squeeze as hard as you need to, even if it hurts a bit it’s alright to him. Rubs his thumb over your hand.

Assures you that everything is alright and that nothing is going to happen. Comforts you with his words and touch, both being soft.

Wants to know what you were afraid of. But, if you don’t want to answer the question he’ll give you space before asking after a few long minutes to compose urself.

Warms your hands with his. Cradles your face to warm you up to.

If you feel tired after your panic attack he’ll lead you to his room and lay down with you. Wrapping his arms around you so your kept warm throughout the time being.

Mumbles sweet words of affirmation in your ear or against your neck whether your sleeping or not.

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Swiss:

Once he has you in his arms he won’t let go of you. His arms wrapped around you in a protective manner as his head rests on your shoulder.

His hand combs through your hair, while his other rubs your back up and down steadily to try and stop your trembling.

Whispers to you that your safe. Holding your head against his chest, staying close to you making sure there’s nothing to harm you.

Presses one of his hands against your chest to feel your heartbeat, mumbling that you need to slow it down with deep breaths or to concentrate with what’s around you.

One you start a mechanism to relax he’ll encourage you on with small whispers of praise. Telling you to keep going, assuring you you’re doing great, still keeping your body close to him.

Moves the hair out of your face so he can see you and your eyes more clearly. He wants to understand what you’re feeling through any facial expression that you display.

Stays with you for the rest of the day/night keeping himself close to you even when you’re walking.

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Aether:

Understands what you need. Keeps his distance but doesn’t leave you. After a state of fear and panic all together he knows that being touched isn’t on everyone’s bucket list.

Asks before he touches you, wanting your permission and a confirmed answer to make sure he doesn’t startle you anymore.

If you say yes: He’ll nod and wrap his tail around your leg before scooting closer to you. If you say no: He’ll understand than try to have you concentrate on his voice.

Asks what you hear and feel around you. Asking questions every few minutes so it’s you don’t feel overwhelmed.

Offers to take a walk with you, do something you like, lay down with you, sit down, or stay where you are and let you calm down.

Gets you a cup of water or a wanted drink for your dry throat or to comfort the emotion of terror.

Goes wherever you’d like to go and relax. Watching a movie or sitting in silence together huddled up close to one another.

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Copia:

Has a small checklist in his mind for when this happens. Invites you to his room, so you’re in a quiet area, or less populated.

Asks how you feel while he lights a candle or grabs a few pillows and blankets for your own comfort. To calm your senses down.

Has you sit down or lay down on his bed, and asks what you see or observe to soothe your worries. Wants you to concentrate on all that’s around you. What you feel, hear, smell, see, what moves and what doesn’t.

While he organizes and tidy ups his room he’ll ask you questions. His attention on your bud his hands and body move on their own to have the room more clean, easier to breathe in.

As you talk he’ll nod and hum and talk to you. He’s listening and he’ll have a conversation with you if that’s what you’d like.

Once he’s finished he’ll sit down on the bed with you and give you a small hug or whatever more you could need.

Anything and everything you need and he’ll give it to you. Clothes, blankets, pillows, food, drinks, sleep, rest, time alone, him, use your words and he understands.

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I APOLOGIZE FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK. I forgot how many Ghouls I wrote… But I hope you like this <3

[nastylittleghouls]

Ifrit: I never know if you two are going to fuck or fight Dewdrop: Frequently both Aether: Simultaneously

[miasmaghoul]

Heat of the Moment

Rating: E

Pairing: Ifrit/Aether

Word Count: 2.7k

Contains: transmasc Aether (use of cunt/clit/cock and tits for his anatomy), heat/rut cycles, masturbation, rough sex, biting/marking, multiple orgasms, knotting, heavy breeding/impregnation kink and mostly implied quintessence fuckery.

Ifrit has a problem.

He'd woken with a sharp gasp, had rolled out of bed sweaty, tense all over and so hard his sleep pants threatened to split at the seams. Still sleep heavy and dazed but filled with an urgency he would know anywhere, three humps against his palm was all it had taken for him to spill with a rough grunt. He'd watched the stain soak into his pants with barely cracked eyes, groaning deep in his chest. He'd given his smooth sack a nice squeeze, still-hard cock throbbing, and with a deep sigh Ifrit had pulled it out over his waistband. 

The beginnings of swelling at the base told him everything he needed to know. 

Read it below, or on AO3!

Ifrit has a problem.

He'd woken with a sharp gasp, had rolled out of bed sweaty, tense all over and so hard his sleep pants threatened to split at the seams. Still sleep heavy and dazed but filled with an urgency he would know anywhere, three humps against his palm was all it had taken for him to spill with a rough grunt. He'd watched the stain soak into his pants with barely cracked eyes, groaning deep in his chest. He'd given his smooth sack a nice squeeze, still-hard cock throbbing, and with a deep sigh Ifrit had pulled it out over his waistband. 

The beginnings of swelling at the base told him everything he needed to know. 

It's been just over an hour since then, and he's made it as far as the shower. The water's long since gone cold, raising goosebumps as it trails over his skin, but Ifrit doesn't care. He's burning from the inside out, leaning heavy against the tiled wall and panting through grit teeth. Tugging at himself with both hands, pausing only long enough to squeeze the burgeoning bulb of his knot. Ifrit's hips move in mindless ruts as he chases the white rabbit that is his orgasm; it's the fourth one so far, each one harder to reach than the last, and he hunches as his stomach clenches. So much pressure built up inside, hot claws dug deep into his guts, he's already close to rubbing himself raw. Ifrit hisses as he polishes the head, and finally, finally feels the dam start to give.

The images flying through his brain make little sense, bright bursts of skin and sweat and the glorious sound of flesh meeting flesh. Every orgasm clears some of the haze, brings him closer to discovering what, exactly, his rut wants this time around, but Ifrit can never be sure just how many it'll take.

“Fuck, c'mon, fuck,” he rasps, voice lost in the rush of the water. He grips himself tight and fucks his fists, eyes clamped shut and mind racing. His heats are always frantic, always demanding, but Ifrit knows the load he's about to blow won't fix that. There's only one thing that will, and all he can do is hope that this release is the one that brings him the clarity he so desperately needs.

“Oh shit.” 

Ifrit gasps, head lolling forward as his balls draw up. He clenches his jaw so hard it cracks, toes curling against the tile, and with a drawn out groan everything goes white.

As he shoots all over the shower door, thighs twitching, a truly divine image burns itself into his addled mind. One of plush thighs, kiss-bitten lips and a decidedly round belly.

“Aether.”

Ifrit has a problem, and now he knows just how to fix it. 

He barely dries off, just towels his shaggy hair with shaking hands and stumbles to his closest while he has the presence of mind to dress himself. It won't last long, he knows from experience, but he manages to throw on a tank top (backwards) and a pair of basketball shorts from his workout shelf before the itch settles in again. Ifrit tucks his aching length up against his stomach, and cannot possibly be bothered to check if the shorts hide the ridiculous bulge he's sporting. 

The walk to Aether's room isn't one he remembers, but the next thing Ifrit knows he's pounding on a door that certainly isn't his own. He can smell his prize straight through the wood, stronger than usual, and Ifrit thinks if he has to wait a second longer to get what he wants then he'll just break the fucking thing down and take it.

The lock tumbles, the hinges creak, and the only reason Ifrit doesn't storm right in is because of the hand that grips his tank.

“Finally,” Aether growls, dragging him bodily inside. Ifrit trips over something unseen, catches himself on a bed post. “What the fuck took you so long?” 

The tone of it, the ferocity, slaps a little sense back into Ifrit's rut-dumb mind. He fixes Aether with a scowl, chest heaving, and finds the other ghoul looking as crazed as he feels. He's sweaty, the hair coating his chest and belly matted with it, every inch of his very much naked body flushed and quivering. Ifrit's gaze catches between his legs, hones in on the throbbing, ruddy length of his fat little cock and the glistening slick already coating his thighs. His nostrils flare, soaking in Aether's scent, and somehow it smells like - 

“I said,” Aether snaps, licking his lips, “what the fuck took you -”

Ifrit snarls, crosses the distance between them and pins Aether to the door before he can finish, crushing their mouths together in what can only technically be called a kiss. It's brutal, sharp and starved and wholly desperate. Aether moans into it anyway, digging his claws into Ifrit's biceps and drawing out a hiss. He bites Aether's lip in retaliation, getting a handful of his hair and yanking his head away. They're both panting, and the sight of Aether licking the blood from his lip makes Ifrit feel more than a little insane. 

“You're in heat,” he manages to bite out, shoving his face into the crook of Aether's neck and sucking down his intoxicating scent. It's sweet but bitter, sharp but smooth - too good to be true. “How are you -”

“Your fault,” Aether spits, getting both hands on Ifrit's broad chest and shoving him away, forcing him to stumble back to the bed. Aether gets a hand on his throat and pushes him to the mattress, straddling his waist and giving Ifrit a nice eyeful of his dripping cunt in the process. “Could smell your rut coming last night,” he rasps, grabbing the collar of Ifrit's shirt and tearing it straight down the middle. “You set me off.” 

Ifrit doesn't know what that means, nor does he have the presence of mind to care. Especially not when Aether grips his pecs, rocking his hips just enough to drag his stubby clit over Ifrit's abs. The shiny trail he leaves behind makes Ifrit's vision tunnel, and he reaches up to grope Aether's chest. It's fuller than usual, his tits firm and obviously tender judging by Aether's gasp and they way he shudders when Ifrit tweaks his puffy nipples.

“Fuck, If,” he breathes, shuffling back just enough to grind against Ifrit's clothed cock. The heat of him is maddening, and Ifrit's eyes cross. “Need it in me, need you to -”

He doesn't have the chance to finish before Ifrit knocks him off balance, and in a flash Aether's pinned to the mattress with his ass in the air. Ifrit keeps him there with one hand on the back of his neck, the other shoving down his own shorts.

“Shut the fuck up.” Ifrit swears to himself when he finally gets a hand on his cock, the thing now gone angry red and leaking all over. “I'll decide what you need.”

Aether does not argue. Instead, he works himself into a deep arch, watching Ifrit over his shoulder and huffing into the sheets. He reaches back to spread himself open, needy cunt winking and already begging to be filled. Ifrit growls as he grips himself, dragging the head through Aether's slippery folds. The wet sound of it fills the room, makes him dizzy, and the punched out sound Aether makes when he lines up only makes it worse. 

“Kiss it,” Ifrit demands. The other ghoul makes a fascinating sound, something between a moan and a whimper, and when he feels Aether's entrance clench against his tip his eyes roll. “Good boy.” 

He pushes in without another word, gripping Aether's soft hips as he splits him open. Aether howls through it, grabbing at his own hair and babbling nonsense with every thick inch that stretches him. They're both gasping by the time the swell of his knot meets Aether's cunt, his thighs trembling and Ifrit's stomach flexing. Despite the torturous pressure between his legs, Ifrit leans down and rests his forehead between Aether's sweaty shoulder blades. Gives them both a moment to adjust.

Aether doesn't give him the chance, clamping down around him and sucking air through his fangs at the sting it provides. 

“Don't make me wait any more,” he slurs into the bed, reaching back to grab at Ifrit's thighs. “Give it to me, you have to -”

Ifrit sinks his fangs into Aether's shoulder, into a spot already scarred with past marks, and Aether goes limp beneath him. 

“I know what you need,” Ifrit rumbles, licking at the new punctures. He drags his tongue over scalding skin, up Aether's throat and dipping it into his pointed ear. Aether makes a gurgling sound, and Ifrit throbs. He pushes himself upright, pulls out until just the head sits inside, and braces himself with one foot on the mattress. “But you're not gettin’ it until I say so.”

He slams back in all at once, knocks the air out of the ghoul before him, and doesn't hesitate to start up a rhythm of deep, driving thrusts. Doesn't so much as pause when Aether tenses around him, shuddering and moaning almost immediately through the first of who knows how many orgasms Ifrit will wring out of him. It's mindless, animalistic and urgent on both of their parts. Feral in a way Ifrit has never experienced - he knows how this will end, what his bestial nature demands, and every time his fat knot meets Aether's wicked body he feels one specific urge grow. 

On instinct, Ifrit's hands move from Aether's hips. Sliding forward to clutch the soft swell of his stomach - massaging, kneading, like he's trying to feel himself deep inside. The same image that had flashed through his mind in the shower resurfaces, clear as day, and Ifrit pauses on a forward thrust to grind his knot in just a little deeper. He barely notices Aether wailing through another release, despite the flood of slick that drips down his balls and pools on the sheets, too caught up in his single minded need to -

“Gonna look so good,” he grunts, broad palms settling low on Aether's belly. “Fuck, you're gonna look amazing all stuffed full.”

Aether chokes out something like a curse, pained and pitchy, but he untangles a hand from the blanket anyway. Shoves it between his legs, past Ifrit's groping hands, to rub at his most assuredly sore little cock. Shaking fingers graze the underside of his knot and Ifrit's knees quake.

“Say it,” Aether begs, voice thin. “Say...s-say you'll - oh shit, fuck, cumming!” 

He buries his face in the sheets as he falls apart yet again, sloppy cunt working to pull more of Ifrit inside him. Craving the stretch of his knot, the impossible fullness that will come with it. Ifrit cants his hips, biting the inside of his cheek and pressing harder on Aether’s belly. He knows just what the other ghoul needs to hear.

“Gonna fill you up,” he huffs, the urgency inside building to fever pitch. “Right here,” he digs his fingertips in deep, and Aether lets out a pleasured sob. 

“Please,” he just barely manages, voice cracking as he tries to shove himself back onto the knot he yearns for. Halfway inside now, Ifrit's whole body twitches, and he knows he's reached his limit.

He drapes himself over Aether's back, jabbing at that one spot deep inside that makes the other ghoul shake and drool, and breathes hot against his ear.

“Gonna knock you up,” he snarls, and Aether gets so much tighter. Ifrit's balls draw up close, heavy and full and in dire need of emptying. “Gonna give you every last one of my pups, fuck -”

It's impossible and he knows it, a delusional desire that manages to drive away every ounce of reason and replaces it with a dull buzzing that sounds an awful lot like take, take, take. Ifrit humps away like an eager dog, pushing in deeper and deeper, scrabbling at Aether's sides. He can feel the rush of his rut reaching its crescendo, the highest high, blinding pleasure that promises to leave him as wrecked as the ghoul beneath him.

“Tell me what you need,” he orders, thrusts going stilted and erratic, and Aether's stubble scratches his cheek when he turns his head. The nonstop clenching of his slick walls would be enough all on its own, but Ifrit can't help himself. “Tell me, tell me.”

“Make me a mommy,” Aether whimpers, and with a distant roar and a slick pop Ifrit's world goes dark.

— — —

It's ages before he comes back to himself, the room gone still and silent save for some gentle, even breathing. He doesn't recall moving, but they're on their sides now. Ifrit's spooned up against Aether's back with one arm slung around his waist - Aether's holding his hand, he realizes in a delayed sort of way, and Ifrit can't help his soft chuff of delight. He hums to himself, nuzzling the back of Aether's neck and pressing a kiss to his damp hairline. 

“I know you're awake, big guy,” he coos, tracking more little kisses over to the already bruising bite mark he'd left earlier. “You're not snoring.”

Aether lets out an exaggerated honk-shoo and Ifrit snorts. It quickly morphs into a hiss when Aether wiggles against him, tugging at the place where they're still tied together. Ifrit presses his face into the juncture of his throat, and Aether starts to purr.

“That was wild,” Ifrit rasps. His throat feels so raw, voice strained, and he wonders what noise he made to cause it. Maybe Aether will pour the memory into his head later if he asks nicely. He props his chin on the other ghoul's shoulder. “How're you feelin’?”

A vague gurgling sound is the answer he gets, and Ifrit takes that as a good sign. He lets the silence blanket them once more, until Aether brings the hand on his stomach to his lips. He kisses Ifrit's knuckles one by one, lacing their fingers together and sighing happily.  

“I'm so glad it worked,” he mumbles, a certain sleepy giddiness in his voice. Ifrit raises a eyebrow where he can't see it. 

“Huh? What worked?” 

“Omega's heat trick,” Aether replies, tracing a vein in Ifrit's hand with his thumb. “I didn't think it would.”

Ifrit frowns at the back of his head, but doesn't move more than that. His knot will take ages to go down, and dislodging it now would suck for both of them. 

“Trick?” Aether nods. “What trick?”

The quiet laugh the other ghoul lets out does funny things to Ifrit's insides. Like a chill, but in his blood.

“You think it was your idea to breed me?”

Aether squeezes his hand, and all of a sudden the image that had haunted him since the shower flashes through his mind; Aether on his back, legs held up and open, his wrecked hole leaking and belly already swollen as he begs for another litter. 

It's gone in a blink, and Ifrit gawps at the back of his head. Aether yawns, holding Ifrit's hand against his belly again and giving his knot a squeeze that makes Ifrit yip. He can feel some of his cum slip out around it, and the thought of Aether being so full he's overflowing makes his head spin. He grips tighter around Aether's soft middle, and if he didn't know better Ifrit would swear he's gotten a little bigger.

“How…what…” 

“Sometimes a goodnight kiss isn't just a goodnight kiss.” 

Aether says it in a playful tone, and Ifrit isn't mentally present enough to do more than stare at him. The gears in his head chug along, and the memory of soft lips pressed to his temple the night before floats through his mind. It had come with a faint tingly sensation, one that he'd written off as something like static.

That same tingly feeling flows into his palm now, creeping up his arm to wrap around his brainstem, and Ifrit as feels his eyelids droop Aether laughs.  

“Now let me rest,” he mumbles, hunkering down into his pillow. “I've got pups to grow.”

Ifrit's out like a light before he can respond, but even in sleep his cock pulses. 

[bewitched-bee]

Masterlist

Links to all my writing! Stand alone fics/requests for each ghoul are listed first. When I say stand alone I mean mainly focused around the specific ghoul. Everything involving multiple ghouls is at the bottom! * Indicates smut Aether: One Last Night *Cockwarming *Jealousy Alpha: Comfort Dewdrop: *Sensory deprivation Ifrit: Feral *Overstimulation Cuddling

Ivy: *Dry humping Mountain: Season change *Size kink Cuddling Nursery Omega: *Thigh riding Watermelon crushing *Choking Chewing *Squirting

Phantom: *Breeding Rain: Swimming *Breeding

Swiss: *Lap dance

Aurora: (nothing yet)

Zephyr: *NSFW hc list *Breeding Cumulus: (nothing yet) Cirrus: (nothing yet) Sunshine: (nothing yet) Multiple: Birthday Swiss/Dew *Full moon Phantom/Swiss *Double penetration Alpha/Omega

[rainxdewsupremacy]

NOT complaining but like- BRO I ALWAYS SEE NEW SUMMONED FIRST TIME PHANTOM FICS- I WANT TO SEE DIFFERENT GHOUL FICS OF THEIR FIRST TIMES

LIKE- GIMME MOUNTAIN’s FORST TIME OR DEW’s EVEN IFRITA IDC JUST NEW STUFF PLEASE!!!

[anotherghoul666]

Show of hands yall: who wants to get a tag for when my Ifrit titties fic comes out? Cause I gathered some names that I remember from the original Ifritties fever dream back in December XD But I don't remember everyone that was involved hahaha.

My draft is done :D I'll let it sleep for a couple of days, then it's gonna move into editing, then maybe a beta session idk, tentative release date next week!

[mutt-sys]

Horny dog ghouls won by a landslide so here you fucking heathens.

Cw/tw:pet play, lactation, tit sucking, dumbification, cock warming

Phantom is the first to be dumbed down, Aurora or Cirrus will take his pretty cock in their cunts and make him wait like a good dog. Once he's given the command he'll spend hours humping into them so desperately, whining loudly as he mouths at their skin.

Then comes Mountain, he'll fuck into Cumulus so hungrily as he sucks on her tits and she's cooing all the while. "So pretty, fill your tummy so full." And it drives him insane, he's trying to be such a good dog for her.

Then Rain, Mist will ride his cock until she's satisfied and then he can fuck his knot into her as many times as he wants. His collar will jingle and move with every harsh thrust into her, he'll whine so loudly as he breeds her so full.

Then comes Alpha and Dew, Omega and Aether will take turns with them by fucking their mouths. Alpha will be given the pleasure of mounting Dew and fucking him into the ground, showing him how to be a good dog.

Then lastly is Ifrit, Zephyr will let the larger fire ghoul hump into him as long as he needs. He'll call him things like dumb dog, telling him how he's good for nothing but his cock. Ifrit will be driven by this, shoving his face into the air ghouls neck as he knots him.

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

For the fluff-tober may I suggest Day 4 with Ifrit x Reader please

Leech

Pairings: Ifrit X GN!Reader

Type: Fluff w/ allusion to smut

Summary: Once Ifrit returns from tour, he is all over you, trying to envelop you in his scent. You decide to try your own version of marking him.

Warnings: Marking, sex jokes, allusion to sex (fade to black), friendly teasing

Word Count: 726

Notes: Read here on ao3. Just warning you that I am so beyond tired right now. This is not as good as I want it to be, so I'm sorry in advance.

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“Ifrit!” You shout, trying to push the grinning ghoul away from you as you try to stop yourself from laughing. The two of you were curled up in his bed, watching a cheesy romcom, when he buried his face in your neck. He wasn’t doing anything other than rubbing his scent on your skin, trying to say that you were his. He knew what he was doing, but of course he acted oblivious. “That tickles, you know,” you accuse, poking him in the chest.

“What? Don’t like when I claim what’s mine?”

“You didn’t shave this morning, and your stubble is very scratchy.”

He hums in consideration. “Well maybe you should just be less ticklish,” he offers.

You scoff and roll your eyes in a playful manner, pulling him to lay down next to you. “Maybe you shouldn’t abandon me while you go on tour. Then you wouldn’t have to ‘scent me’ all over again.”

“I didn’t abandon you, dramatic ass. I could have brought you along,” he countered. “Plus, don’t act like you don’t like it,” he smirked, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You giggle as he pulls away. “See, I could go along with you, but then I’d be cramped in a bus bunk with a ton of ghouls, and I’m not doing that.”

“Hey, Terzo isn’t a ghoul,” he protested.

“He’s close enough.”

“Maybe once Omega gets his hands on him,” Ifrit laughs.

“Filthy, filthy mind,” you chide, though you let out a small chuckle of your own.

Once the laughter dies down, Ifrit grabs your waist, pulling you closer. “Come here, baby,” Ifrit says, his tone shifting.

You hum as he rests his chin on your head, wrapping his arms around you, completely engulfing you in him. You buried your head in his neck and hummed, breathing in the sweet, spiced scent of him. Acting out of instinct, you leaned forward and bit him.

He pulled back with a confused, yet amused expression. “What was that for?”

“Well, you alway try to claim me with your weird scenting thing, so I’m claiming you in my own way,” you explained as if this were the most normal conversation to be had.

“With hickeys?”

“With hickeys,” you confirmed. “Is that okay?”

He rolled over, then sat against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap. “Oh, you pretty little thing,” he mumbles, eying you up and down. “I couldn’t have asked for anything better,” he grins, giving a playful growl.

You giggle, then lean back into him, attacking his neck. You alternate between kissing, biting, and sucking, listening to him groan every so often. You thank whoever is out there that he isn’t wearing a shirt, allowing you to trail the marks down his chest.

He pulls you up, pulling you into a passionate kiss. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“You remind me at least once a day,” you smiled.

He grins as he flips you over, hovering over you with a predatory look in his eyes. “Well, then…let me remind you again.”

—

“Lucifer almighty, did you get attacked by a vampire?” Dewdrop cackles as Ifrit walks into the common room. Ifrit gives a sheepish grin as he looks at his pack, but ignores them.

“I think somebody missed you,” Zephyr laughs from his spot next to Mountain on the couch.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You all would have acted the same way,” Ifrit said, sitting in one of the reclining chairs in the corner of the room.

You walk into the common room, wearing nothing but one of Ifrit’s flannels and a pair of underwear, then curl up on his lap.

“There’s the leech of the hour!” Dewdrop shouts.

You give Ifrit a confused look, watching him blush. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, wrapping one arm atop your legs, the other around your back as he holds you close.

“And I thought Dewdrop and his fucking shark teeth were bad,” Aether mutters.

You look at Ifrit, and once you take in the sight of his neck, you understand. There are so many hickeys. His neck is bruised almost entirely, hardly any of his gray skin peeking through.

“Unholy shit,” you gasp as you finally realize the number you did on him. You bury your face against his chest in embarrassment as he laughs.

“It’s okay. At least you’re a pretty leech.”