#aether/ifrit

[sageofthestarz]

Two people one bed trope with a pinning Aether and Ifrit

[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.

[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.

Read it here on AO3!!

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

[iamthecomet]

COMET YOU ARE SPOILING US WITH THESE FICS IM IN LOVE

a needy mountain or ifrit, perhaps??

Ahhhh THANK YOU. Honestly, I’m the one being spoiled with all these insane and incredible, asks. I love you all so much.  Since I forgot Ifrit in a ficlet yesterday, I think it's time to show him some love.

Ifrit leans his head into Aether's warm thigh as Aether slips his fingers into his hair, and scratches his claws along his scalp lightly. He sinks into the feeling. He wants it to be enough. Of course, it isn't. He bites back a whine and presses even closer to Aether's leg. He hates that Aether's wearing pants. That he can't have the satisfaction of skin on skin. He wants--needs--more. And Aether’s intent dragging it out, like always. 

Aether's focused on the TV. Everyone else is too, sucked in by the movie. But Ifrit can't think. The movie is background noise, a drone. All he can think about is how Aether has been toying with him all day. Soft touches, the rake of his claws over the back of Ifrit's neck while he was washing dishes. Throwing his arm around Ifrit's shoulders and hauling him close during band practice to whisper filth in his ear. You're going to look so pretty stuffed full of my cock later.

And now it's later. And here Ifrit is, woefully unstuffed.

The waiting is torture. He’s bad at it, not used to it. He’s never had to beg for anything in his eternal life.  But right now, he wants to. He wants to climb up into Aether’s lap and beg for something. Anything more than these gentle touches. He wants something concrete, a grounding tough. Something that feels real. If you asked Ifrit, the movie is five hours long. When it eventually ends, and Aether stands, stretching his arms above his head and saying that he’s headed to bed. Ifrit tries his best to look unbothered, but he stands and follows, unable to do anything except appear like the lost puppy trying to follow Aether home. 

Aether smiles at him as they step into the hallway together. “What’s up, Fritter?”  It’s not a loaded question. Aether’s face is soft and open, and Ifrit wants to go to his knees and plead. Instead he crosses his arms.  “You promised.” 

Aether raises his eyebrows. “I--what?” 

“Don’t do this, Aeth.” Aether shrugs. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

“You said you’d fuck me, that you’d take care of me.” Ifrit says, grinding his teeth together in a bad attempt at keeping his voice down. 

“Did I?” 

Ifrit whines. The sound surprises both of them. Ifrit wants to gather it up and shove it back down his throat.  “Don’t make me do this, Aeth please. I just want-.” 

Aether slings his arm around Ifrit’s shoulder. “I know.” 

He steers them both down the hallway towards Aether’s room. 

“I’ve been so good. Patient.” 

“Have you been?” 

“Aeth--” Ifrit’s face is drawing down, into something that might be despair. Aether must notice it because he softens as he opens his bedroom door and ushers Ifrit inside.  “Don’t worry.” Aether says, sliding his hand up to rest gently in the hair at the back of Ifrit’s neck. He thumbs over the place where his spine meets his skull. “I’m going to give you exactly what you need.” 

[lacircificance]

“Don't stop” - Ifrit/Aether

A request from a friend on discord a few nights ago <3 I love these two n it's a shame there's so little about them online.

Word count: 593 words

"Fuck!"

The sudden burst of exclamation almost shocked Aether out of his skin, jumping away from his partner like he'd been electrocuted.

"What?" He finally managed to gather his brain from the puddle it'd melted into moments beforehand, "What's wrong?"

Ifrit didn't move; his arms crossed under his forehead, back and chest heaving under the intensity of every intake of breath. Aether couldn't help but settle his eyes on the Fire Ghoul's dusky nipples and prominent chest.

As Aether watched, his partner raises his head from his forearms, eyelashes wet with unshed tears, cheeks stained with soft pink as the flames of his gaze licked at Aether's consciousness.

"Nothings wrong," reassured, Aether deflated slightly, only to perk up again when Ifrit continued, "I didn't tell you to stop."

Shaking his head with a shaky intake of breath, Aether watched his bandmate settle into position again. Forehead nestled against his arms, knees pressed deep into the white silk of his bedsheets, denting the mattress under the effort of holding up his hips.

Presenting himself so wonderfully for the Quintessence Ghoul.

His mate.

In that moment, Aether thought he must be the luckiest Ghoul in the Abbey – blessed by Satan himself – Ifrit could be nothing else but a gift.

Leaning down, he bent himself over his mate's waist, his chest pressing firmly against the other's as he nudges the head against Ifrit's clenching hole.

Aether presses a gentle kiss to his nape, reassuring the other of his presence, the tension trapped in Ifrit's shoulders seemed to melt away with every hot press of gentle, full lips against his heated skin.

"Beautiful," he whispers, his hips pressing on until he felt the warm flush of Ifrit's flesh against his stomach, listening to his beloved cry out as his body was breached, "So gorgeous, bellezza,"

The room felt hot – humid. He could feel the Fire Ghoul's body warming under the palms gripping the flesh of Ifrit's hips. The heady breaths and gasps for air wrapped around the two Ghouls in a thick blanket of lust, both eager to hear every noise the other had to offer.

"Move," Ifrit pushed back against Aether's hips, an indirect urge to push forward and give both of them what they wanted, "Fuck me, Aeth."

The sudden spark in his chest – be it lust, affection or passion, he couldn't quite put his finger on it– melted his brain once more. Aether felt his body move of its own accord; grabbing the other Ghoul's thin waist and driving himself deeper and deeper into him.

Shouts of pleasure and shock cascaded from Ifrit's slack jaw like water, filling the room and pouring into Aether's ears. The gasps and moans only serving to spur on his frenzied movements.

"Aether!" The cry was wet, ebbed with the tears that had finally started rolling down the Fire Ghoul's flushed cheeks.

No matter how many tears were shed during their sweeter sessions, Aether knew his mate greatly enjoyed enjoyed the closeness that came with making love rather than heartless, rough fucking.

Eventually, cries and moans melted away into mewls and sighs of soft pleasure. Aether's strong hands encompassing Ifrit's pecs, kneading the supple muscles with his fingers.

"You're so very gorgeous," he offered once more, silently delighting in the way Ifrit's eyes finally brightened at the comment, his senses returning to him as the waves of his orgasm finally settled.

"Don't even try it, Aether," his voice still faltering slightly, evoking a good natured laugh from the Quintessence Ghoul, "flattery won't get you anywhere."

[namelessdumbass]

🏳️‍🌈Happy Pride Month🏳️‍🌈

[imperhine-deactivated20241019]

remember when ghost posted off stage stuff on their instagram? here's aether and ifrit being silly and holding hands

[thisgrotesquedance]

ghoubs:)

[spect-era]

Did you know that there are some absolutely beautiful and amazing designs for ghouls in this fandom ?? Aka a bunch of my fave designs I’ve seen for ghouls !

[Phantom & Aether by @faiyx , Omega & Alpha by @kabukiaku , Mist & Ifrit by @ninesposting , Mountain & Cirrus by @bonesy-doodles , Aurora & Omega by @kllypsooo and Cumulus by @the-pigeon-queen ]

[wolves333]

Ifrit♥️

cr:@stupefyslytherin(Tik Tok)

Them Ifritties!!👁️👄👁️

The unholiest urge to squish those honkers!

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Thinking about sleepy Swiss.

Barely awake Swiss who purrs up a storm as Aurora cups his face in her hands and coos at him.

Sexy morning voice Swiss who sends Dew's brain into overdrive just my mumbling "good morning".

Exhausted Swiss who crawls into Aether's lap and faceplants into his chest.

Swiss who rests his head sleepily on Cirrus' shoulder in the tour bus, tail wagging lazily when she scratches him behind the horns.

Swiss who manhandles Phantom until he can use his chest as a pillow, listening to his heartbeat.

Sleep-deprived Swiss who lays down on the sun-warmed dock at the lake, one hand brushing the surface of the water for Rain to hold onto whenever he might want to while Swiss dozes off.

Swiss letting out a jaw-dislocating yawn, distracting Sunshine as she stares at the thick fangs it displays.

Swiss who tugs Mountain on top of him on the couch so that he can have his own personal weighted blanket.

Swiss who absent-mindedly nips and kisses at Cumulus' forearms whenever she holds his drowsy form, his eyes half-shut.

Bonus : Swiss and Ifrit napping together as close as physically possible, legs, arms and tails tangled, Ifrit's head on Swiss chest and the multi ghoul's face burried in Ifrit's hair, just cozy big boy cuddle with motor-like purring as a soundtrack.

[ashthewaterghoul]

BIOLUMINESCENT GHOULS

Water Ghouls glowing as they swim like plankton, lines and dots appearing along their skin and are unique to each Ghoul.

Fire Ghouls’ eyes and veins glowing whenever they uses their powers, like magma cracking through rocks.

Earth Ghouls can sprout bioluminescent plants from their horns, fingertips and tail.

Quintessence Ghouls just naturally have a purple glow to their horns that gets stronger as they use their powers.

Air Ghouls can make their fingertips shine like sun rays peaking through the clouds.

BIOLUMINESCENT GHOULS

[cupid-ghoul]

oh man that was a nasty fall, are you okay? HUH??

... the ghouls getting sent back to the pit???packs being torn apart by the cruel hand of the clergy as they simply get discarded like unloved toys??? the ghouls being scared that if they're not productive they'll be sent back???

hahaha you're so funny you must have hit your head ...

all ghouls are safe and sound and most importantly happy together in the den. they're having a snuggle pile as we speak. omega and alpha are retired and love helping out in the kit nursery, they're everyone's dads. ivy and mountain love tending to the strawberry fields together. dewdrop, ifrit, phantom, and aether are cuddling right now.

I don't know what you're talking about, silly... the ghouls are just fine :)

[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!

[dewsgremlin]

Dewdrop, texting Swiss: Send dudes!

Swiss, texting back: You meant send nudes, babe? ;)

Dewdrop: no, I'm in trouble and Ifrit is going to beat me up

Dewdrop: send dudes! Send Aether!

[atmosghoul]

I just think Swiss LOVES tits. Any size any gender. First time Swiss met Ifrit, the fire ghoul was in the gym working out with one of those sleeveless muscle tees that let the titties peek out and poor new summon Swiss was all but DROOLING. Ifrit teased him abt it when he finally got the new multi in his bed.

Cumulus? Forget about it Swiss was a GONER. Loves to bury his face in her cushy tits and suck on them and call her Mommy. All while also pawing at her matching cushy tummy.

Dew? Perfect little tits. Swiss LOVES how big his hands look when he grabs Dews tiny tits.

Oh and AETHER??? ALSO with the tit and tummy combo?? Satan help him he just gets LOST in those moments.

One time cumulus and aether tag teamed him together and Swiss was boneless and dumb for a week after.