#cw quintessence

[wrathofrats]

Do you ever think Swiss tried self bondage and got stuck? Strung up and helpless? You think he secretly hopes someone finds him and takes advantage of his stupidity? Idk.

-void

I got carried away is anyone surprised

Keep Me Lit and Salivating

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“Awe what happened to you starlight? Someone string you up and leave you?” Ifrit cooed, sitting on the bed next to him. He ran a finger down his chest, admiring his rope work and snapping the middle tie against his skin.

Or 1.7k of aether and ifrit ruining Swiss

Warnings for: dubious consent, Swiss says no but he doesn’t mean it, small bits of objectifying, and just a small bit of quintessence fuckery

Swiss has a thing for self bondage. Something just a little risky about tying himself up, wearing a harness under his clothes. He loves the feel of it being only for himself and no one else. He does it as almost an act of self love, feeling intimate and personal with himself. He takes delicate care with his ropes, making sure to make them tight enough to keep his brain on edge but not to hurt him.

Restraining himself and respecting it for his own pleasure, always knows how to get out of his own ties but something in his brain won’t let him, won’t let him be bad even if it’s just for himself.

He plays with himself a little before, teasing the head of his cock until he’s got a nice little bit of pre beading up, threatening to fall down his shaft. Works a couple fingers in himself, easing himself open to nudge one of his vibrators inside.

It’s already mind numbing. Swiss uses his quintessence to bring the toy all the way out, slamming it back in with a gut punched whine, before raising his wrists to the headboard to cuff them snugly with the key in his palm.

It’s always the plan to get himself close before he struggles. Swiss lets himself cum and be a bit overstimulated before untying himself. He likes the way it hurts for a minute, feels too good, too sensitive, maybe even lets it milk him dry, just feeble drops of cum running down his shaft after a particularly intense session.

This time he wasn’t so lucky.

His legs shook, abdomen trembling as his orgasm washed over him. A line of drool left his lips as he rode it out, feeling his cock twitch on his stomach. Swiss felt all his muscles clench as the vibrator continued long past the pleasure, quickly turning into pain with the high settings. He fumbled with the handcuffs, haphazardly attempting to position the key with the way his body convulsed and tried to get away from the strong sensation.

Before he could react the small piece of metal slipped from his palm. Clattering to the floor below.

“Fuck” Swiss bit out through a whine.

He didn’t have many options. He could attempt to brute force the chain, but the cuffs dug into his wrists uncomfortably and only got worse with every pull. He had more of a possibility to seriously hurt himself than to actually break them to get undone, and as much as Swiss was a masochist, even this was a little ridiculous.

Swiss needed to yell out. Call for help and hope someone walks by at some point in the next couple minutes in order to hear him and hopefully get him unstuck.

“Help!” He cried. The vibrations started to melt into pleasure once again. Hot and painfu but long past what he really wanted. He let out a small yelp as he shifted, driving it further into his prostate.

“Swiss? You ok?” Aether called out, There was a small knock on his door, aether twisting the doorknob tentatively.

“Oh thank Satan- aether please I’m stuck”

The door swung open, aether and ifrit rushing his side with concern before they could really take in the situation in front of them.

Swiss looked absolutely pathetic. He had tears in his pleading expression with his arms cuffed high above his head. His chest was adorned with red rope, tied tight under his pecs and down his stomach, almost making his chest bulge out of it. His stomach was covered in his own release and his cock leaked more down the sides of his abdomen and onto the sheets. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Swiss had a pained expression in his face as his hips bucked into the air like they had a mind of their own.

It really seemed like he was presented before them. Wrapped up for aether and ifrit to unravel and play with.

“Awe what happened to you starlight? Someone string you up and leave you?” Ifrit cooed, sitting on the bed next to him. He ran a finger down his chest, admiring his rope work and snapping the middle tie against his skin.

The vibrations continued to make Swiss’ brain fuzzy, he tried to focus on the question between focusing on how long it would take before he could actually be uncuffed.

“Please-“

“Oh ifrit I think he did this to himself” aether said in mock surprise. He stood behind ifrit, moving Swiss’ thigh so he could see him stretched open on his vibrator. “You know how much this thing loves a real cock in him”

Aether pushed against it, shoving it further into Swiss.

Swiss let out a choked whine, writhing as he came again. It was too much, too soon, painful white hot pleasure putting a ringing in his ears as he tried to breath through the waves of his orgasm. The vibrations never let up, aethers pushing never let up.

Once Swiss opened his eyes again he could feel the toy being slowly pulled out of him. The silicone made an awful wet pop as it came out, dripping with lube and his own slick.

“Forgot he was part water ghoul” ifrit reached for it, admiring the way it shined in the small bit of light in the room. The liquid ran down to his palm before he quickly chased it with his tongue. Swiss let out a choked noise as ifrit took his time to savor his taste, moaning softly at Swiss’ slick on his tongue.

Aether leaned in with a grin to drag his tongue up the other side, staring Swiss in the eyes. They were trying to put on a show for him. Get him all worked up again after being spent and covered in his own fluids. Ifrit slowly kissed up the side of the vibrator while aether moved to meet his lips. They were practically making out around the thing just to make Swiss writhe, wet smacking sounds filled the room as they kissed each other over the toy.

“Wonder if our starlight tastes any better” aether breathed pulling away from ifrit.

“We can’t just let him go without cleaning him up can we?”

Swiss looked almost terrified. A growing warmth in him desperate to be touched but he knows he’s still sensitive, it would still be too much for him. His wide eyes with drying tears on his cheeks almost made him more tempting for the other two ghouls to continue to ruin. All tied up with nowhere to go, really who could blame them for taking advantage of the situation?

Ifrit took his place next to Swiss at the top of the bed. Sweetly curling into his side with his head in the crook of his neck to nip at the sensitive skin. It was an interesting juxtaposition, the nice, caring demeanor that combated the fact that they were keeping him tied up just to play with.

Aether rested between his legs. He kissed along Swiss’ thighs, placing a firm hand on his legs when Swiss tried to prematurely get away from his mouth where he knows it’ll end up.

“Oh don’t be like that sweetheart.” Aether scolded, nuzzling into his pubic bone, “just trying to be kind and not leave you all messy”

Aethers mouth was hot, tongue feeling almost like sandpaper as he licked along Swiss’ stomach to clean up the cum that had pooled along his navel.

“Just-“ Swiss gasped as aether dove to lick a fat stripe up the base of his cock, “aether please”

“Awe he even remembered his manners aeth” ifrit praised, still absentmindedly kissing and sucking along Swiss’ throat and jawline. He looked absolutely wrecked, bruised and limp on the bed, eyes screwed shut as aether continued to tease his spent cock. He lapped over the head, trying to coax him back to full hardness while ifrits hands roamed over his chest.

“Poor thing still can’t get hard though,”

“You could help him, he asked so nicely after all”

The sensations were mind numbing, he could feel all the blood slowly rush to dick with a spark of quintessence as his arms and hands started to tingle. Ifrit plucked at his nipples with a hum aether finally took Swiss fully in his mouth. He was still sensitive, painfully so but all he could do was drool and clench his muscles. It was all artificial, aether was forcing him to be hard with his magic and the back of his throat tasted metallic with it while aether used him.

He wanted to fight against the feeling growing in his stomach. The combination of pain and pleasure that he knew would gut punch him if they actually made him cum again. The ropes were rubbing his skin raw at this point, and ifrit wasn’t helping with that as he continued to pull and maneuver the ropes while he played with Swiss’ chest.

“Gonna have to tie you up all the time if it makes you this easy huh swissy?” Ifrit kisses into his skin. Swiss felt like he was on fire, a suffocating heat in the room as he slowly grew closer and closer.

Swiss didn’t have the brains to warn either of them before shamelessly toppling over the edge. He had barely anything left in him, almost completely milked dry even if aether sucked and swallowed as if his mouth was full. The magic wore off as Swiss settled into another round of almost overwhelming overstimulation.

“There you go sweet boy,” aether rubbed along his skin, as he pulled away, trying to soothe him just a little bit.

“Let me go now?” Swiss looked like a kicked puppy, his breathing was still heavy, voice seemingly raw from trying not to moan and cry.

“Of course not” ifrit laughed, pressing a peck to Swiss’ lips

“I still haven’t had my turn”

[divine-misfortune]

ughgjguhh I just think that forced intox and free use kinks with quintessence

It's been too long since I was freaky about quintessence, and even longer since I was weird about Swiss being a freak. So. I got carried away. Like. 3k worth of carried away.

Swiss and Phantom found a better use for Mountain.

Contains: Irresponsible uses of quintessence, intox play, dubious consent, objectification, under discussed kink, rimming, free use, coercion

Divider by @wrathofrats

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In hindsight, Mountain should have been suspicious when Swiss approached him with a joint and a smile far too welcoming. He knew that now. Well, some part of him finally understood Swiss’ intentions but the thought did not make its way to him in his hazy state. It was nothing more than a thought drifting aimlessly off into the far corners of his skull. Crowded against the furthest edges of his brain to make room for the sweet tinged smoke Swiss continued to feed him. Lost to the swirling crimson fog behind his eyes.

Propped up by Swiss and Swiss alone, he was nothing short of boneless. Laying between his legs, back to chest. He was barely managing to hold his own head up, occasionally tipping back against the multi ghoul’s shoulder instead. The joint Swiss held close to his lips had not strayed far, even when he wasn’t actively taking a drag, he was still breathing it in. Mountain was a few puffs past floating into orbit but he just kept taking it every time Swiss offered it. It wasn’t even a conscious decision anymore, an automatic response at this point. 

There had been work to be done, flowerbeds needing weeding and shelves needing dusting but he truly couldn’t imagine being anywhere else, all because Swiss wouldn’t let him get that far. Any forming idea was overshadowed by him, by the weed, batted away to somewhere irrelevant. It was a purposefully carved out vacancy. Swiss had left him a blank slate by design. Emptied only to be filled with something he deemed more favorable. 

Swiss’ unoccupied hand laid on his bare belly, having idly wriggled his fingers under the hem of his shirt. He was toying with the dark hair leading beneath his belt, but the one by his mouth was what he was trying to focus on. 

Even before he’d fully exhaled his last lungful, Swiss was bringing the joint back for another drag with a low hum of encouragement when Mountain hesitated to wrap his lips around it. He’d truly lost track of how much he had smoked. How much Swiss had made him smoke. It didn’t feel like much, or that they had been sat in his bed like this for very long, but he felt further gone than he had any right to.

How was Swiss so cool and collected? Mountain couldn't remember if the multi ghoul had taken a drag himself yet. 

His expression twitched away from blissful nothingness towards an attempt at confusion as he tried to focus long enough to turn his nose up at the offer. Even tried to sit up on his own. 

“Hey, hey…Where do you think you’re going, sunflower?” Swiss murmured close to his ear, breath warm and sugar coated. Not exactly chastising him, but the words sapped the will to move. He hadn’t gotten far in sitting up, but his whole body sagged. “We haven’t even finished this bad boy yet, gotta help me.” 

"Swiss," he mumbled, more so slurred. "S'too much." 

“Too much? But you’ve barely had any.” The fingers petting through his happy trail stilled just long enough for something warm to flood him from the core outward. Swiss itched to turn his face upwards. Watch his hint of red bleed through the copper in his eyes but there would be time for it later. “You can smoke a little more, just do it for me, honeysuckle.”  

Lips parting despite his better judgment, Mountain's eyes drooped. Heavy. Everything felt so heavy. 

Swiss pressed his lips to his temple as he took another slow inhale of smoke, cooing praise that didn't quite register. He tried to blink but found his eyelids stubbornly refusing to budge, barely able to crack them open for one last glimpse of the room.

He wasn’t sure how long he spent just floating, existing alone in some far off atmosphere. It felt like decades, like he should have opened his eyes and found his body aged and layered in dust. He stirred slightly, without the express purpose of trying to fight his way out of it, just to remember if his limbs were still there and functional. Mountain heard a giggle when he weakly tried to gather the sheets in his hands, followed by a soft shushing noise from behind him. 

His expression twisted and soft hands cradled his cheeks, lifting his face and turning it side to side as if examining him.

“Oh you really got him fucked up, didn’t you?” Phantom mused, rubbing the pads of his fingers into his temples. Slow easy circles that Mountain could almost see traced behind his eyelids. 

“Wasn’t hard, he’s easy.” Swiss chuckled, perching his chin on his shoulder. “Takes to quintessence like a fish to water, the weed was just to help him remember how to forget s’all.”

”Did a good job of emptying him out.”

“Gifted you a blank canvas, buggy. Perfect subject for practice.”

Phantom made a soft, thoughtful sound. He reached out to twist a wavy strand of hair around a nimble finger before tucking it behind one of Mountain’s floppy ears. It twitched in response. Mountain chuffed and Phantom giggled. He stroked over the soft fur with his thumb up until the earth ghoul was helpless to sink further into Swiss. Melting for him already. 

Mountain felt the beginnings of a purr kicking up, a low rusty sound that the two mutually cooed over. 

He dragged a knuckle along the sharp cut of his cheek and Mountain’s eyelashes fluttered ever so slightly. Not nearly enough motion to classify it as ‘opening his eyes’. Phantom traced over every carefully crafted detail of his face; the crooked curve of his nose, the faint but permanent dips of his dimples, the smattering of freckles on his cheeks. It was the first time Phantom had gotten to unapologetically admire the earth ghoul like this. 

Another giggle, breathier. A warm puff of air close to his face before Phantom stole a quick kiss. Chaste, innocent, over before Mountain’s sluggish brain could comprehend it. 

“You’re cute like this…” Phantom whispered, shifting further onto the bed. “Don’t know how Aether helped himself, I’d have wanted to keep you like this all the time.” 

Swiping the pad of his thumb over his lower lip, Phantom made Mountain semi aware of the drool collecting at the corner of his parted lips. If he could think to move his limbs, he would have hastily wiped his mouth on the back of his hand while spinning some lie - ‘I would never”. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think. Nothing. 

The tip pressed just past his lips. Some quiet, insistent urge pulled at him. An ingrained response to suck. It was the only reason Mountain could move, to chase that carefully crafted desire Aether had trained into him. He took the rest of Phantom’s digit fully into his mouth, laving his tongue over the underside. 

Phantom’s breath caught in his throat and Swiss made a curious noise.

”…Did you?” Phantom breathed, moving again. He was straddling his lap now.

”Wasn’t me” Swiss responded with a genuine innocence. “Think Aeth left a few surprises in there.” 

“Fuck,” he shuddered and tipped Mountain’s head up. “I want to see those eyes, big guy. Open.” 

The fight was still there. Mountain struggled quite clearly, and neither did anything to make it easier. No little zip of magic to rid that impossibly heavy feeling. They both seemed to silently revel in watching his eyes flutter uselessly while still suckling on Phantom’s thumb. When he finally managed to open them, they were practically just the whites. Phantom hooked his finger behind his teeth and held him by the chin, loosely shaking Mountain’s head back and forth. 

”Gotta look at him, clover. Let him see.”

A whine bubbled up in Mountain’s throat, his glassy stare tried to find him. The weed had left his eyes reddened, but Swiss had left his iris’ crimson. His influence was only slight, truly just a few drops of poison in the water, but a stoned Mountain was a pliable Mountain, quintessence aside. It was already almost easing off, copper specks found within the red.

Phantom trilled, pleased at the sight. 

“You want more, don’t you Mounty?” He hummed, returning to petting over the flat of Mountain’s tongue. “Want to go deeper, huh?”

“Hu - ‘lease.” 

“Even knows his manners when he’s been made stupid.” Swiss chuckled, nuzzling sweetly against his shoulder. His stubble was scratchy but Mountain couldn’t say he minded. 

Phantom leaned down, a content kitten curl smile on his lips as he got level with Mountain. Eye to eye. “Wanna watch you drop.” He whispered, the beginnings of his particularly tingly brand of quintessence began to seep in. Like there was static in his veins instead of syrup. More fuzzy than empty. 

Slow lapping waves up the stretch of his body, lulling him further into the waters of oblivion. Mountain felt it draw him forth like the call of a siren. He waded, deeper, further, as far as Phantom coaxed him to go before he found himself abruptly ripped under the surface. Suspended in pleasant nothingness. Floating safely away from his body. 

All that struggle for nothing, his eyes simply rolled back into his skull like they belonged there. 

“That’s it, look at you bug, look how good you’re getting. Easier every time, huh?”

”Mhm!” He was beaming, tail thumping against the mattress behind him. 

“Now, did you do what I told you to?”

“Yes sir.” Phantom nodded, catching his lip between his teeth as his eyes wandered down to Mountain’s lap where he was already tented in his jeans. “He’s um…Real big, isn’t he?”

”Real big, but you’re gonna take him just fine. Nice and slow, just like I told you, right baby?”

”Yes sir,” Phantom repeated, a bit quieter this time. Bashful.

“I want to see, c’mon stardust, show me how pretty it is.”

The little ghoul swallowed with an audible gulp, getting to his feet only to fumble with the drawstrings of his sweatpants. Swiss laughed, endeared by his shaky hands, and reached out to simply tug the knot loose with one little motion. Phantom wriggled his way out of his pants and shed his shirt much faster before crawling back onto the bed. It was his turn for a brief glint of hesitation, kneeling naked on the bed under the ravenous eyes of the multi ghoul. Lavender creeping into the tips of his ears and down his collarbones. 

He returned to straddle Mountain, facing away this time. Phantom bowed his head first then dipped his upper body down, back arched, tail thrown over his hip. Presenting himself mere inches from Mountain’s face. The scent of arousal alone could have made his eyes cross, but Swiss dragged him down from outer space to admire the sight before him, and Mountain was quite obviously drooling this time around. 

Faded bruises marked the expanse of the trembling thighs bracketing him, driven by anxiety or anticipation he didn’t know. His little cock was chubby where it hung, shiny and purple at the tip. It throbbed at nothing. Gave a little jump without any stimulation. But it was that blue little gem that sent Mountain’s own cock crying for attention and Swiss growling deep in his chest. The base of the plug sat pretty between his cheeks, a mix of lube and his own slick managing to drip from it down the seam of his balls. 

The muscles on his back flexed and he visibly clenched around the plug when Swiss reached out and grabbed a handful of his ass. He dimpled that soft supple skin, pressing into the more muddied and fresh marks, like he’d bruised him by simply groping. 

”Sweet fucking hells…”He grabbed a fistful of Mountain’s hair and pushed him forwards, “taste him, I know you want to, even if you haven’t realized it yet.” 

A little tug on his locks and Mountain’s mouth fell open completely, tongue lolling out. Swiss pulled him through the motion, hissing when Phantom mewled pitifully at the flat of his tongue against the underside of his sack. The earth ghoul’s tongue was wide and flat and hot as it slid up his balls, over his taint, and between his cheeks. Phantom was squirming, bowing further, silently begging for more.

”Take it out. Make it wink for him.”

Phantom’s body shook more noticeably when he reached back, face pressed into the sheets as he hooked his fingers around the base of the plug and began to pull it out. He sounded positively wounded at the widest point, sagging into the mattress when it finally popped out. His hole gaped, clenching around nothing. Needing to be filled. More slick dribbled out of him. 

“Did…Did I do it right?” Phantom mumbled into the mattress, wiggling his hips like Swiss might not know what he was referring to.

”Did such a good job, doll.” He gave Phantom’s ass another good squeeze and a little parting tap that was hard enough to make Phantom yip. “Let's get him out of these jeans, give you your reward.” 

The little ghoul’s limbs might as well have been made of jelly with how clumsily he rearranged himself. Phantom was as graceful as a newborn foal. He looked to be on the brink of ruin as he tugged at Mountain’s belt, pushed past it when he finally freed him from the confines of his zipper. Those violet eyes went wide holding him in his hands. Cock flushed and sticky, he throbbed downright painfully in his grip. His world was spinning, stable only where Phantom held him.

“Shit…It’s, is it gonna fit?” 

“It’ll fit.” Swiss assured, cupping his cheek. He pet over the flush warming his face. “He’s gonna make you bulge, gonna be able to see how he fills you, but you’re going to make it fit, aren’t you? Gonna make it fit for me?”

Looking down, Phantom once again chewed at his lip and swiped over his slit, smearing a growing bead of pre over the head. Nervous. 

“Don’t worry lovebug, take your time. Not like he’s going anywhere.”

He sat up on his knees, practically shoving his chest into Mountain’s slack face. Not present enough to enjoy it. Swiss, however, was. He pinched at one of the pebbled buds on his chest and Phantom shuddered, staying perfectly in place until Swiss had decided he’d had his fun. Only once he’d managed to make Phantom start dripping in Mountain’s lap did he decide to let him continue. 

Any confidence he might have had was instantly squashed when Phantom guided the blunt head of his cock to his hole. Even before he tried to sink down onto it, he could feel how big it was. His slick and lube suddenly didn’t feel like enough and his brows drew together with concern but Mountain felt Swiss nod behind him. Gripping the earth ghoul’s shoulder with white knuckles, he pressed the tip inside and his mouth fell open in a silent cry. The only sound he managed was a feeble whimper high in his throat. 

Swiss sucked in air between his teeth, cursing softly against the shell of Mountain’s ear. 

Slowly the clouds occupying his head thinned and the heat of lust was no longer a distant sensation. Mountain felt sweat beading at his brow in an instant. It was like being wrapped in towels fresh from the dryer, soft warm and fuzzy. He groaned. Phantom was tight, snug wrapped around the first few inches of his cock. He was practically pulling him in. 

His muted senses returned and hit him like a freight train. Delicious agony in how his cock pulsed in the clutch of his sweet, unbroken body. Mountain felt a semblance of a thought slip through the cracks, he wanted for the first time since Swiss sparked up and set his plan into motion. 

He wanted, and he wanted bad.

Moving was a Herculean task. His body was pure molasses, but he managed a low, angry growl as he took Phantom by the waist. Nearly encircled in his hands. The little ghoul squeaked in surprise but just about wailed when Mountain abruptly dragged him down a few inches. The cry punched out of him was nothing short of devestated. His claws bit into the earth ghoul’s shoulder and somehow, by the will of some malicious creature, Phantom clenched around him. So tight it was almost painful. He nearly doubled in on himself, that snarl growing louder. The proper part of his brain remained off, tucked far away, he was reduced to a base instinct for a moment.

Once again Swiss cursed. Louder and surprised. His hand flew to Mountain’s throat and Mountain was hit with another purposeful wave of heaviness. Forcing him back under almost violently. Mountain once again went limp with the saddest little warble, hands sliding uselessly off of Phantom’s hips and back onto the bed. 

“Phantom” Swiss hissed, fingers flexing dangerously against Mountain’s slowing pulse. Hardly worried about him acting out further, he was effectively tamed. He was leaning over the earth ghoul’s shoulder, eyes narrowed and fixed on a breathless, shaken little quint. Just a deer in headlights. “Didn’t I warn you to pay attention?”

“I - I was…”

”Told you to focus, but you get him inside and you just go too cockdumb to remember.” He sneered, bringing Mountain back against his shoulder. His voice just barely softened. “Big guy thinks with his dick, not his brain, when he’s like this…Keep him docile or he’s gonna take what he wants from you, and you won’t be able to stop him when he gets his paws on you.” 

Shame and embarrassment aside, the threat of what could happen made Phantom’s cock visibly kick. 

“Remember your magic, bug. I won’t be stopping him again if you slip up. Gotta be careful” Swiss settled in place again, petting Mountain’s cheek till that dopey smile returned. “He’ll fuck you stupider than he is now, and it’ll be your own damn fault.” 

[forlorn-crows]

𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑶𝒖𝒕 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒌

Rating: Mature (implied sexual content)

Relationship(s): Aether/Rain

Tags: daddy kink, quintosis (quintessence as hypnosis), post-hypnotic trigger/suggestion, implied transmasculine rain, mildly dubious consent & morality, intox kink, alcohol. let aether be SLEAZY let him be NASTY. we love a wine drunk lightweight rain.

Words: 2189

Guppy. The quint ghoul watches the petname hit Rain’s brain and settle there, making his hips falter in their swaying. He makes an unconscious noise, momentarily stupored. But the haze is gone the next time he blinks, replaced with the almost imperceptible dilation of his pupils. A few sparkles of amethyst blend into his normal cerulean irises, indicative of Aether’s little trick he’s just begun to play. It’s simple, really. A little post-hypnotic suggestion, if you will. “That’s a new one; have you called me that before?” Rain giggles a little and takes another sip of his wine. Oh, has he.

Notes: for my bestie @divine-misfortune; happy birthday, void! he requested "I am placing an order fr Aeth and his guppy,,,,As for what theyre doin? Good question-idk maybe gettin him cute n dumb in public or smthn so he needs his daddy" and thus, this fic was born

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The abbey grounds are alive with celebration; alight with lanterns, string lights, and a great bonfire down the hill; the smell of stew, mulled wine, and crisp apple mixes with the fresh promise of autumn that cools the breeze. Many libations are passed amongst the scattered groups of ghouls and siblings, as well as shared laughs and cozy conversation. It’s a nice night for festivities, and it’s only bound to get rowdier as the evening progresses. 

Rain, of course, is no stranger to a good time. A glass of cranberry wine downed already with another one halfway drunk in his hand, he sways to Swiss and Mountain’s guitar-percussion duo they’ve set up just beyond the bonfire. The multi ghoul strums an unnamed melody while Mountain accompanies with a rhythm on an old floor tom. Easy-going and no particular songs in mind. A few others bustle around him—Cumulus spins Aurora around to her giggling delight, a group of siblings dance amongst their little circle, and Aeon is very obviously wiggling his butt for Swiss’ benefit. 

Not that Rain isn’t doing something similar. Aether’s quite enjoying watching the water ghoul sway his hips and smile coyly over his shoulder as Mountain blows him a kiss. He’s equally as cute in the outfit said drummer most likely picked out for him: a charcoal gray thermal underneath a cream colored blouse, chocolate brown joggers that hover above his leather chelsea boots and show off black wool socks, all topped off with a modest gold ring on his wine-glass-wielding hand. In his hair, bright magenta aster blooms are woven alongside yellow heliopsis flowers in the waterfall braids looping under his horns. 

A right autumn beauty that has Aether itching to touch, to charm.

“Hi, cutie,” he says appreciatively, slipping his hands around Rain’s waist after sauntering up behind him. He pecks the water ghoul on the cheek.

Rain hums and presses his chilled lips to Aether’s mouth. Cinnamon sugar and berry gracing the tip of his tongue. “Hi yourself,” he grins. 

The quint ghoul falls in time with Rain’s hip sways, pressing himself to his back. “And what number drink are we on, love?” he asks, like he doesn’t already know the answer.

“Excuse me, this is only glass number two, thank you very much,” Rain says indignantly. He turns up his nose playfully and flips his hair into Aether’s face, who simply chuckles and blows the strands away.

“Gotta pace yourself; don’t want to see this pretty face passed out in the lawn now, do we?”

Rain rolls his eyes. “I don’t see you enjoying the fruits of Mountain’s berry picking labor.” He throws another coquette look at the earth ghoul, playing it up as a compliment. 

Aether hums. “Open up and let me really taste, then,” he lilts, nipping at Rain’s jaw with a growl. 

“Ugh,” he laughs through a groan. In trying to dodge Aether’s attack, the red wine sloshes over the rim of his glass and soaks into the cuff of his thermal. “Aetherrr,” he complains, picking at the sleeve. 

Aether tuts. “It’s only a little—it’ll dry, guppy.”

Guppy. The quint ghoul watches the petname hit Rain’s brain and settle there, making his hips falter in their swaying. He makes an unconscious noise, momentarily stupored. But the haze is gone the next time he blinks, replaced with the almost imperceptible dilation of his pupils. A few sparkles of amethyst blend into his normal cerulean irises, indicative of Aether’s little trick he’s just begun to play.

It’s simple, really. A little post-hypnotic suggestion, if you will. 

“That’s a new one; have you called me that before?” Rain giggles a little and takes another sip of his wine. 

Oh, has he. He plays innocent. “What, ‘guppy’?” 

Rain giggles again, almost automatic. “Uh huh. Kinda like it.” Aether can tell he doesn’t know why he says so. It’s part of the design, of course, that he doesn’t catch on to what the nickname does to him. How each utterance weaves a little more magick into his mind, dropping him that much further. Rain hums, leaning into Aether more heavily than before. 

“Thought you might,” he rumbles, giving him a peck on the cheek. He catches Mountain’s eye over the water ghoul’s shoulder, his expression now twisted with a mix of amusement, suspicion, and maybe a little bit of jealousy. Aether throws him a wink, and the earth ghoul rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a smirk.

He taps the rim of Rain’s wine glass. “Is my pretty ghoul gonna pace himself properly, or will I have to keep an eye on you, mister?”

“Mmm, you can keep an eye on me all you want.” Rain wiggles his ass against his crotch suggestively. 

Aether chuckles and gives his waist a squeeze. “Watch it, now; you get into too much trouble and I’ll have to whisk you away from all the fun, guppy.”

Rain shakes his head exaggeratedly, whining in disagreement. Stumbling a little on his next hip swivel. “Nooo, let me have fuuun,” he protests. “I’ll be gooood. Promise.” He offers up the pinky on his free hand. The hammered gold band on his middle finger flashes with the firelight across the field. 

Aether links his pinky with his own. “I’ll be watching,” he warns playfully, nipping at his jaw again. Rain doesn’t swat him away this time. The quint ghoul offers a pat on the ass before he walks away, busying himself with hor devours and fish stew.

It’s a few hours later before they cross paths again, Rain noticeably tipsier and loose-limbed as he converses with Dew at the bonfire. If Aether’s observations were correct, the glass of dark, blackberry wine in his hand should be his fourth drink now. He’d be inebriated without the magick, lightweight as water ghouls typically are, but the touch of quintessence makes him needier, more tactile than he otherwise would be. It’s a side effect that makes itself known quite obviously: kissing Mountain full on the mouth after his and Swiss’ set was finished, resting his head on Sunshine’s shoulder as she fed him prosciutto and cheese cubes from her snack plate, holding a sister’s hand as he walked with her through the small rose garden that surrounds the outside walls of the bathhouse. 

Like this, he’s seductive and ripe for the taking. Aether’s drawn back to him like a magnet.

“ . . . wanna go someplace on the coast,” Rain is saying as he approaches the pair. “When it’s warm.” Rain pouts.

Dew makes a face. “Ugh, I don’t know if I can take more outside shows; too fuckin’ hot.”

“Y’re ‘fuckin’ hot,’” the water ghoul smirks, poking at Dew��s leg with his boot. 

Dew just rolls his eyes fondly. “And you’re drunk, starfish.”

“Nuh uh—”

“Think Dew’s right, guppy,” Aether interjects, placing his hands on Rain’s shoulders. “Hm?” Rain raises a finger above his head, waggling it in front of Aether’s chest to emphasize his nuh uh. Aether can feel the magick swirl that much deeper under his fingers, making Rain hiccup and drop his head back against the quint’s body.

Beside them, Dew crosses his arms and laughs knowingly. “Guppy, huh?” He raises an eyebrow and bites the inside of his cheek to stop his mouth from quirking up further. Mentally, Aether shrugs. So a few of them know of his tricks—sue him. They’ve enjoyed the effects of Rain’s (and their own) nickname before, so, really, they have no place to judge.

“‘s cute,” Rain slurs, smiling up at Aether. “Gu-ppy. Guuuuuppy.”

“Why don’t ya say it a few more times?” Dew snorts, turning to busy himself with the fire and leaving Aether to his sleazy antics. Luckily, Ifrit’s there to hold his attention. The quint ghoul slips around and takes the free spot on Rain’s left. He’s immediately greeted with a lapful of clumsy water ghoul, who chooses to climb on top of him instead of stay in his own seat. 

“Hi, love,” Aether says warmly, wrapping his arms around him. Deftly, he plucks the wine glass from Rain’s hand and places it on the stump beside them. “You enjoying yourself?”

“More now tha’ y’re here,” he smiles, all drunk and dopey. He loops his arms around Aether’s neck and hums. Adjusts himself more than comfortably on his lap, legs hanging over his hips and bellies pressed together. 

“I’m glad, my pretty guppy,” Aether rumbles. Rain makes a noise at the back of his throat, quick and breathy. Aether watches his eyelids flutter for the first time since the night began, like a moth's wings as they carry the flying creature closer to the flames. He tuts and brushes his thumb over the water ghoul’s cheek, who leans into the touch with a needy purr. 

“Y’ feel nice,” he sighs dreamily. 

“Not getting tired?” he asks, a self-satisfied smile crossing his face as Rain fights to blink away the haze.

He shakes his head, sticking out his bottom lip and wriggling closer. Rolling his hips not-so-subtly against Aether’s crotch. “Uh-uh.” 

“No? Looks like that wine is getting to you, love,” he teases. 

“Aetherrrrrr,” Rain wines. He wiggles again, and Aether can feel the damp heat starting to radiate off of him. Teetering perfectly between giggly, aroused, and falling asleep standing up. “Let me have fuuun,” he echoes himself from earlier.

“Out here, in front of everyone?” Rain groans and sticks his face into the crook of Aether’s neck. He chuckles to himself and wraps those big arms tight around his lithe body. One more, and he’ll be just where he wants him. He puts his mouth to Rain’s ear and whispers: “No—don’t want you to get sloppy, guppy; why don’t we tuck in for the night? You and me, what do you say?”

It’s like a weight drops on his body, Rain going so lax against him until his arms slip off Aether’s shoulders, head only staying up because his chin keeps it hanging off of Aether’s chest. He’s not dropped all the way, not just yet, but his face pulls into an expression of bliss and his eyes slip all the way closed this time. Purrs increasing in intensity as he helplessly melts into Aether’s control. 

And then he says something Aether wasn’t entirely prepared for; something that makes his breath catch in his throat and his pants get tight.

Rain sighs happily, stupidly, eyes reopening to amethyst-tinged slits as he gazes up at the quint ghoul. He smiles, licking his lips like a dog settling down for a nap. “Okay, daddy.”

Fuck. Aether bites back a groan. “Yeah, baby?” he says softly. “You wanna cozy up with Daddy?”

“Mm-hm,” he nods. 

Aether scoops him up immediately. He can feel Mountain’s jealous stare against his back as he carries Rain back to the abbey, no doubt thwarting the earth ghoul’s plan to strip Rain of the outfit he picked out for him and take him slow and sweet. The quint ghoul flicks his tail behind him: next time, big guy. 

Rain makes a noise of protest as he’s eventually plopped onto Aether’s bed, nearly falling over as he makes grabby hands towards the bigger ghoul.

“Just closing the door, sweet boy,” Aether assures. 

When he turns back, there’s a blush on Rain’s cheeks, rosied from the cool air. He looks back at Aether with big eyes, whining as he starts to paw at his own clothes. Needy and eager. A picture of casual sin, the braids around his horns have gone loose from the night’s festivities, flowers cascading down his curls like fallen leaves that get stuck in branches on their descent to the ground. The merriment which disheveled his pristine look has also sullied his blouse, now stained crimson in a few rogue spots from the wine. And as Rain shifts and spreads his legs a little, Aether catches sight of the tiny damp patch in the crotch of his pants, his sudden arousal obvious and impossible to hide. 

It’s enough to make his mouth water. “Fuck, look at you; handsome, handsome boy,” he rumbles. Aether crouches over him, bracketing Rain’s torso with his arms and leaning in to graze their noses together. The smell of wine and sweet, heady arousal hits him like a punch to the gut. In an instant, his resolve crumbles, and all he can do is groan. “Daddy wants you so bad, baby.”

Rain’s whimper turns into a gasp as Aether runs a hand down his thigh. “Oh . . . but—clothes,” he says dumbly, still grabbing at them. 

“Don’t worry, guppy—” he breathes, tracking that hand back up to the waistband of his pants, then his fly. Rain’s groan is soft, trailing off at the end as he starts to slip somewhere distant, putty in the quint ghoul’s hands. Aether pops the snap and pulls the zipper down with one claw, pushing past Rain’s fly to cup him over his now damp underwear. His mouth brushes against the water ghoul’s messily, hungrily, and lets the momentum of it all take them both down onto the bed. 

“—Daddy’ll take good care of you.”

[ghcstcd]

Omega would fix me

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Writing prompt, if you're ever feeling up for it:

I desperately need part 2 to that Aether/Dew/Aurora quintessence ficlet. The size difference between everyone has me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure /pos -🌌

Ghostober Day #17: Size Kink

Much thanks to @kroas-adtam for putting Ghostober together <3

Pairing: Aether/Dew/Aurora

Aurora bites off a little more than she can chew, but Aether and Dew work her through it. A direct continuation to this fic.

Explicit, 2k. Contains quintessence use/quintosis, size kink, belly bulge, and praise kink.

Divider by @wrathofrats <3

"Oh, sweetheart," Dew coos, running his blunted claws through Aurora's sweat soaked hair. He glances past her to where the light pools out of the bathroom, waiting for Aether to finish washing up. "You're in for it."

He watches Aurora's eyes go wide, pupils sluggishly dilating big and black as the quintessence makes it harder for her to process. She's floating, and if Dew focuses, he can almost feel the static where he pets her hair.

Dew's laid on his side next to her, pressing soft kisses to the side of her face as her chest heaves, coming down from her first orgasm. How many Aether will wring from her little body is anyone's guess.

He pulls her a little closer, tucking her into the curve of his body and letting his thumb smooth over the ridge of her hipbone. "You thought I felt big, pretty girl?"

Aurora turns her head, the tip of her nose brushing against Dew's. "Mhmm," she hums, drunk on endorphins and Aether's quintessence. Dew smiles, eyes crinkling genuinely. He tucks a strand of bubblegum pink hair behind the feather tuft on the point of her ear.

"Oh, pretty girl, he's gonna wreck you."

Aurora lets out a concerned noise the same moment the bathroom light flicks off.

"Now, darling, what exactly am I going to do?" Aether says, finishing up drying his hands and tossing the towel back on the rack.

Dew props himself up on an elbow, meeting his mate's eye with a mischievous look on his face. "Rory thought I felt big inside her. You're going to wreck her."

Aurora mewls, tucking her face into the crook of Dew's shoulder. But Aether shakes his head, looming over the two of them where they're sprawled out in his and Dew's hearth. "Not going to wreck my mote, sweet girl."

She peers up at him curiously, and Dew gets a good look at the violet quintessence swirling through her dark green eyes. He keeps petting her hip as Aether looms, reaching down and cupping her face in one big palm.

Aurora lolls into it, chirping happily as his thumb smooths over her cheek. "Aeth," she whines, sweet and melodic. "Need you."

Dew chuckles, nosing at her hair and taking a deep breath of sweet strawberries and lavender. "Oh, I wasn't enough for you, Rory? You need my mate to fuck you too?" he teases, spindly fingers finding the soft swell of her breast and toying with the barbell running through her nipple. She lets out a soft noise, body jolting as he plays with the pink gem on the end.

Aether clicks his tongue, softly chiding him. "Don't tease her, darling," he hums, voice a low rumble that rushes through both of them.

Dew turns from mouthing at her gills to stare up at Aether as he looms over the two of them. "Aw, come on, Aeth. You love playing with mine."

He chuckles again before turning back to Aurora. Aether smooths the pad of his thumb over her cheek again, staring into her eyes, irises swirling with magick. "Oh, you're drunk on it, aren't you, mote?"

Aurora's breath hitches, and Dew knows the staticky feeling running through her nerves. He runs the tip of his nose along the shell of her ear. "Color, sweetheart?"

She tears her gaze away from Aether's intense gaze, turning until her nose brushes against his. "So green, Dewey," she says, breath hitching.

"If the magick's too much, he'll ease up on it, all you gotta do is say the word," Dew promises, his hand drifting until it rests on her sternum. "Snap if that's too hard."

Aurora hums, nodding slightly, and Dew watches the violet sworls of quintessence dance around her deep grey-green irises. Her fingers worry at her claws, and Aether steals her attention once more, taking one of her tiny hands in his and pinning it gently to the mattress. Dew groans softly in her ear at how his dwarf hers.

Aether's other hand smooths down Aurora's stomach until he's petting through her curls, damp with her slick and Dew's cum. She lets out a soft little gasp, back arching. Dew kisses at her temple, holding her to the bed gently.

"I got you all ready, pretty girl," he whispers as Aether hitches one of her legs up around his waist. "Aeth's gonna take care of you. You're gonna smell like us for a while, Rory. We've got our claim on you now, fucking you in our bed."

"O-oh," Aurora gasps, stiffening in Dew's arms as he props himself up on one elbow, tucking his arm under her head so she can glance down to where Aether's looming between her legs. The entire room smells of carbon and lavender and caramelized sugar.

Dew watches Aether notch himself at her entrance, her folds puffy and wet with slick and Dew's own cum. He feels more than hears her breath hitch, and Dew cups one of her pert little breasts with spindly fingers. "We've got you, sweet girl. Just feel. He's so much bigger than you," he coos in her ear, ducking down to lick a wet stripe over her gills.

She keens, the sound cut off as Aether pushes inside of her. All three ghouls groan, Dew pressing a kiss to her temple. "Oh, that's it, pretty girl. He's so big, isn't he?"

Aether grunts as her pussy squeezes him, glowing purple eyes darting up from where their bodies had joined. "Good girl, mote, you're doing so good," he groans, digging his fangs into his bottom lip as he holds back. Dew recognizes the tension in his spine, knows he's holding back from just slamming into her warmth.

Dew runs his thumb along the underside of her breast, cooing softly in her ear. "Need you to relax, sweetheart, I know he's big. Just breathe for me, ladybug."

Aurora nods, eyes darting a little slowly from Dew at her side to Aether above her and back. Her narrow chest heaves a little shakily, and both of them whisper soft things, petting at her skin in an effort to get her to relax. She squeezes Aether's hand, lacing their fingers together. "Think 'm ready."

Aether smiles boyishly, leaning down to give her a sweet kiss. "Hold on then, mote," he says, starting to move almost glacier slow inside of her. With his quintessence amplifying absolutely everything, she gasps at even the slightest friction.

Her moans are sweet when Dew tastes them on her lips, Aether's quintessence crackling like static between them on a dry winter day. "Just feel, Aurora," Dew coaxes, hand still warm on her breast. Every so often he flicks at her jewelry just to feel her gasp on his lips.

She listens to Dew. Feeling is about all she can do, stretched thin between the quintessence and the thick cock stretching her open, feeling each barbell that lines the underside press unyielding against her walls. Her entire body trembles with feeling.

Aether's pace doesn't falter, slow, even thrusts into her, with the patience and steadiness of a rhythm section musician that might only be rivaled by Mountain. Dew's always been a little jealous of how much control he has.

But that's not important now. With his hand on her breast, Dew can feel her pulse fluttering like a bird against her ribcage, the hot puffs of breath from her gills and her lips. He kisses her temple, tastes the salt of her sweat. "It feels so good, doesn't it?" he whispers into the shell of her ear. "He fills you up so good, doesn't he?"

Aurora gasps, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks at his words. Aether hits something sensitive inside of her and it's only amplified by the quintessence coursing through her body. "So fucking good, oh Lucifer," she almost hisses, one hand held to the mattress in Aether's, and the other clinging to Aether's broad shoulders. Later, Dew will lick along the raised red lines she leaves there.

"Yeah?" Dew laughs warmly, squeezing her perky little tit in his hand. "Unholy Master, he fills me up just right," he whispers in her ear, trailing the tip of his crooked nose along the shell. "And you're so much littler, ladybug. Oh, he must feel massive."

She whines sharply, fat, overwhelmed tears rolling down her cheeks, and she must squeeze around Aether because his careful rhythm falters, head dropping down to kiss her. It's more consumption than it is a kiss, and Dew knows his mate well enough to know that all of this is getting to him too.

Aurora's back arches up off of the bed, her sharp fingernails digging into Aether's shoulder, and Dew doesn't have to be quintessence to know she's close. He lets go of her breast, Aurora too distracted with trying to kiss Aether back to protest, Dew lets his hand skate down her sternum, on route to play with the little barbell threaded through the hood of her clit.

But on his way down, he stops suddenly, tensing up against Aurora's side, his soft cock twitching hard against his hip. "Oh, Lucifer, Aether," Dew groans. Next to him, they both break the kiss, panting and lips slick with spit.

"What?" Aether asks, his chest heaving as he catches his breath, Aurora faring no better.

"Gimme, Aeth, give me your hand," Dew says, head spinning so hard he thinks he might black out. Aether raises an eyebrow but complies with his mate. Dew drags his hand down the same path he had taken, and he knows when Aether feels it because his hips jolt forward and he moans long and low in his chest. Aurora lets out a soft cry as he thrusts hard into her, blinking up with confused surprise.

"Fuck, mote," he groans, dropping his head to rest his forehead against hers. "You're so little I can feel my cock inside you."

He presses down on her belly, just above her hips, and Dew watches her eyes roll back into her head. Aurora's orgasm must trigger Aether's, because the little bulge under their palms kicks and his hips stutter, groaning loud in between them.

It takes a while for Aether to come down, Aurora still lost in pleasure and Aether's quintessence, fluttering around him. Dew pets through her hair, his hand leaving her belly to turn her face gently to him. "You took it so well, pretty girl," he whispers, watching the quintessence swirl in her eyes as Aether recovers. "Like a champ."

Her lips quirk up in a tiny smile, and he kisses the tip of her nose before he turns to watch his mate for a moment. Dew's eyes track a bead of sweat rolling down the side of Aether's forehead before dripping off of his cheek.

Aether's grip on Aurora's wrist loosens, shifting until their fingers are intertwined. Her hand is swallowed by his. "So good for us, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice low, the tone of comfort that he uses on Dew's bad nights. "Such a good girl, that's it, float for a little while."

Just for a split moment, Aether turns away from her to kiss Dew, soft and chaste on the lips. He tucks a strand of sweaty copper hair behind Dew's ear. He smiles, leans up to nuzzle at Aether's cheek. There's a little scruff there.

"Starshine, she's not gonna come down until you let her go," Dew says, laughing lightly. He can feel her muscles quivering under her skin. Aether nods, presses gentle fingers to her temple, and unravels his quintessence.

Clarity slowly comes back to Aurora's eyes, the purple fading out and leaving just a deep grey green. She sucks in a breath like she's just surfaced the water. "Fuck," she gasps. She sounds exhausted and fucked out, but she's grinning.

"Hey, princess," Aether says, petting her cheek. "How're you feeling?"

"Lucifer fucking Below," she laughs, bright and clear like windchimes. "We are so doing that again."

[sageofthestarz]

Dew doesn't like quintessence magic

It's not that he doesn't like it in general. He appreciates it's healing abilities. It's ability to help calm people. Help heal a broken mind

He's just seen first hand what it can do in the wrong hands

He's been on his fair share of quint magic

It's powerful, terrifying. If a ghoul has enough control over their magic they can use it to make you a completely different person. Use it to screw up your mind, believe things that aren't true, remove parts of memory. It can change who you are entirely, and think it's completely voluntary

In the pits there aren't many quints. They're rare, the handful that there is are typically multis. They have less powerful abilities then full quints; Swiss' magic Being a good example. Lesser healing abilities, some mind trickery, but nothing that could really mess the brain up for an extended period of time

The full quints though are terrifying. Overlords of the pits, taking in less powerful ghouls as slaves, or live meat. Like nothing more then cattle

Dews seen it all first hand

A pretty little water ghoul with gorgeous flowing fins, and fire bright colors. A perfect display piece

A show dog too drunk on magic to realize that they are just a toy

Then he was summoned. Crashing up to earth, and invited into the ministry, forced to gain the abilities needed to survive uptop now. Becoming the tech for the band ghouls all the way back during Primos run

It was hard, grew attached to the wrong people who saw just how easy a target he was. Could smell the magic still stuck to his fresh form

Getting into what he thought would be a mateship turned into a years long mistake. At each sign of Dews disobedience the magic would flood through his brain, make him easy, compliant

So drugged up on it he barely remembers that time even with countless sessions with Omega, and Aether to try and help

It wasn't until he was assigned to be Omegas tech during Secondos era did things start to change. Omega saw what was happening as he grew closer with Dew, helped put a stop to it. That ghoul is back in the pits now. Or dead. He doesn't know, and frankly doesn't want to. Omega, and in turn Alpha are both terrifying in their own rite

Omega did what he could to repair Dews mind. Dew opening up fully to him now. At first as his new master of sorts. It's all he's known after all, but Omega made it clear Dew could and should be his own person

Even so he let Omega do as he pleased, slowly unlocking what memories he could that had been pushed away by the other ghoul, so much repressed emotion. So much that even after years he only has a fraction known

Dew grew wary of quint ghouls, even Omega for a time after. His own paranoia driving him to snap, lash out at anything. He's apologized to Omega many times over now. He knew he just wanted to help. That it was his job too. The anxiety of the magic, and the fact at any point he could be brought down to a point like that again though was terrifying

As years go on he accepts most, though always remains wary

Doesn't trust Aether, doesn't trust Swiss. Those affections grew in time, that trust built up over years

It's strange

Allowing himself, even asking at times to be made brainless like that again when he avoided it for so long. On days when things are too much. On days when the stress of a relentless tour schedule breaks him down. It's nice for a time..

Until it wasn't.

He felt the residual traces in the back of his mind when he would allow Aether to use it

He tried to ignore the fear, and alarm raising in his chest when it didn't disapate like it had before

He went to him, scared, panicked, angry. Too much emotion to the point he couldn't hear, think even what he was yelling at him, accusing-

Then he was calm.

Mind empty.

This was Aether.

Aether loves him.

He loves Aether.

He asked for this.

He wanted to be only Aether's.

Didn't he?

[ofthemorningstars]

Protostar

TerzOmega ~ Tooth-Rotting Fluff ~ Family Fic ~ Resurrection AU

2.1k

Ao3 Version

Omega is nervous about the looming birth of his and Terzo's first child.

Content Warning: pregnancy, mpreg (cis), references to birth, references to surgery

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It was four in the morning, and Omega couldn’t sleep. He was more grateful than ever that Terzo was a heavy sleeper; he’d been tossing and turning all night. He’d kick himself if he’d kept his husband awake on the eve of such a big, stressful day.

Omega turned around to spoon against Terzo, his hand finding its way to Terzo’s gravid middle almost unconsciously. He stared off into the distance, eyes unfocused. The thoughts racing through his head of how drastically things were about to change for them were thrilling, but also terrifying. They had both been anxiously waiting for this moment for months. Decades, even, if they were to count all of the time that they’d wanted to have a family of their own, something that they had thought was impossible until very recently.

He felt movement under his hand and smiled fondly, his heart skipping a beat as he felt a powerful kick against his palm. Ah, he couldn’t believe he was finally getting to meet his baby girl today.

Terzo grumbled, beginning to stir, sleepily pushing Omega’s hand away. This was a struggle they’d had a lot over the last few months, with Omega instinctively wanting to protect and connect to his mate and their kit, and Terzo needing to sleep undisturbed. Their kit, like her father, was also a quintessence ghoul, able to sense Omega’s own quintessence. His touch always excited her, made her more active. 

While it was true that Terzo was a heavy sleeper, Omega supposed it was hard not to wake up when you got kicked in the ribs in the middle of the night. This time, though, Omega clung on, moving his hand back to where it had been resting. He usually respected Terzo’s wishes, but this morning he was scared and in need of all of the reassurance he could get. 

Thankfully, Terzo appeared to have fallen back asleep. His relief was short-lived, though, as the flurry of kicks soon started back up. Omega swore under his breath when Terzo rubbed at his eyes groggily, now well and truly awake. Terzo’s hand again found his, but this time took it in his own, squeezing tightly. With no small amount of effort, he rolled to his opposite side to face Omega. Even in the darkness, Omega could make out the exhaustion lining his handsome features.

“I’m nervous, tesoro. What if something… goes wrong?” Omega’s hand began rubbing slow circles on Terzo’s stomach, more to soothe himself than anyone else. 

“Mm… Amore, what’s wrong?” Terzo asked, his voice raspy from sleep. He kissed the hand that’d been on his belly before allowing Omega to replace it. “Can’t sleep…? You’re going to need the rest, you know. You’re about to be a Daddy.” Terzo’s tone was light, almost teasing. Omega hummed in the affirmative.

“It is just a C-section, amore. A perfectly routine surgery. They do not even have to put me to sleep for it. Everything will be fine, I promise,” Terzo said with a yawn. He seemed calm, completely unbothered despite the procedure looming only a few short hours away. Omega fidgeted, unable to contain his nerves. 

“You won’t lose us. You have my word,” Terzo promised him when their kiss broke. Omega swallowed his protests. He wanted to believe him. “It will be over before we know it, and we’ll finally have our little girl in our arms.” Terzo’s slow grin was contagious, made Omega’s heart flutter. After all of these years, they were finally, impossibly getting what they wanted more than anything. It felt surreal. Omega wondered when the reality would finally sink in. 

“It’s not a routine delivery, though. This isn’t like a typical pregnancy. There had to be dark magic involved just to make it physically possible, and there’s so little record of it being successfully done in the past for us to go off of…” Omega couldn’t hide the worry in his voice. “Losing either of you would end me,” he added quietly, his eyes stinging. Terzo caressed Omega’s face, leaning in and stealing a tender kiss.

“Do you ever feel like all of this is a dream? Like it couldn’t possibly be happening?” Omega asked, voice sincere. Terzo’s smile softened, emotion shining in his eyes.

“How are you so calm about this?” Omega couldn’t help but ask, his stomach churning with nerves. Terzo nuzzled into Omega’s cheek and Omega breathed his scent in deeply, enjoying Terzo’s delicious pheromones while he still could. Who knew if they’d be able to pull this off again? They would certainly try, but it had taken so much work, so much luck. So many sacrifices…

“Sì,” Terzo’s mismatched gaze was penetrating, and he laid a hand over Omega’s, still on his belly. “I cannot believe we are finally starting a family. That we are getting the beautiful principessa we always talked about late at night, when we were sick with sorrow.” He sighed, closing his eyes.

“We have defied so many odds to get here.” Terzo reached up to touch the deep scars on his neck, fingertips dancing over the angry raised mark. “I have died for her once already. I would gladly do it again.” Omega’s heart sank like a stone. 

“Don’t say that!” Omega’s voice broke as he pulled away from Terzo, agony written across his face. His hand moved to Terzo’s back, pulling their bodies together tightly. “I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. I’d go to the pit and pull you back myself.” Omega tucked Terzo’s head under his chin, holding him close. Terzo hummed, content.

They spent the rest of the early morning in each other’s arms, indulging in kisses and caresses like it was their last chance. Omega prayed to whatever would listen that it wouldn’t be. When the impending deadline could no longer be ignored, they reluctantly got up, Terzo supporting his aching back with both hands. They showered together, wanting to go into their stay in the infirmary feeling clean and fresh.

“And that is why I am not worried.”

“It feels so weird, being up this early and not making you breakfast,” Omega chuckled, knowing Terzo wasn’t allowed to eat before the delivery. Omega wasn’t eating either, wanting to show Terzo support and solidarity. They were in this together, after all. Terzo groaned, covering his mouth.

They arrived at the infirmary an hour before they were instructed to, Omega too antsy to sit around their quarters waiting any longer. The walk there was slow, but they made it hand in hand; Terzo had been struggling under the weight of their nearly fully developed ghoul kit for the last few weeks. Omega would have happily offered to carry him there, but he knew Terzo would never accept. 

“Please, do not mention food, mio caro. I am feeling so sick this morning.”

As they made their way through the ministry halls, Terzo proudly held his head high, trying to ignore the stares of everyone who passed them. This had been going on since Terzo was showing enough to no longer be able to hide his bump. They had talked about it countless times, and Terzo made it clear that he was vehemently unashamed of his family. Omega knew it got to him, though, the open judgment and gawking wearing him thin. He could feel his mate trying not to lash out at a group of whispering siblings, so he squeezed Terzo’s hand harder. Omega, too, had to bite his tongue against his anger. 

The infirmary staff treated them with far more kindness, at least, helped by the fact that there were quite a few ghouls among their ranks. When they were shown to their private room, Omega sat their bags down in one of the chairs, glad to finally get the weight off his shoulder. Perhaps they had overpacked… and by more than a little. Whatever. Better to pack too much than to not have something they needed, he thought.

A friendly nurse gave them the rundown on what to expect, leaving Terzo with a pink gown and Omega with light blue scrubs to change into. Omega carefully helped Terzo dress before folding both of their clothes neatly. His nerves were getting the best of him, desperately doing anything he could with his hands. Terzo moved to the far side of the hospital bed, patting beside him and inviting Omega to join him. Omega rubbed the back of his neck, sizing up the empty space.

Omega’s heart was in his throat while the surgeon explained the procedure to them. Terzo held tightly onto his hand, and he knew that it was more for his benefit than Terzo’s. Terzo’s expression was serene, his hands resting on his middle, and Omega wondered how he found such inner peace in a time like this. 

“Mio amato… Don’t you think I’m too big to fit up there with you?” Omega asked hesitantly. Terzo scoffed, pouting at being left alone. Omega brought a chair up to the bedside, giving Terzo a lingering kiss before laying his head down gingerly on Terzo’s belly and staring up at his mate, wondering if this would be the last opportunity he had to do this. Their time together awaiting the arrival of their child had been so special to them both, something that they never thought they would get. He wondered if there would be a next time for them.

As Terzo was wheeled to the operating room, Omega trailed behind, his legs feeling like lead and his head swimming. He gave Terzo one last kiss before their lives changed forever. 

—

She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in all his millennia of existence. 9lbs 9oz, they’d told him. Quite large for a baby, they’d all said. No wonder Terzo had been struggling so much to support her weight on his slight frame.

“Here you go, Dad. A healthy baby girl!” a young ghoul nurse exclaimed as she thrust the screaming bundle into his arms, and suddenly his trembling hands felt steady and strong. They needed to be, supporting the weight of his entire world as he was now.

Her skin was the same dusky grey as Omega’s, her full head of hair the same snowy white. She shared his chin and cheekbones and pointed ears, one of her wide eyes a familiar shade of violet. Her horns were small but followed the same curve that his did. Omega’s genes were definitely strong; her little spaded tail had been wrapped around her chubby leg when they pulled her out, her tiny claw-tipped fingers balled into fists. By all accounts, you could never have told by looks alone that she was half human, save for the whites of her eyes not being black. But she had Terzo’s nose, and his white eye. 

Omega couldn’t breathe. He felt his heart swell, full to bursting as it welcomed the new piece of itself he’d never realized how desperately he had been missing. He felt her little mind reach out to his with her quintessence like it often did when she was still in the womb, this time confused and seeking comfort, but she was too tired to maintain the connection for long. He sent her waves of gentle reassurance and love in return, not wanting to overwhelm her. 

Terzo was dazed from the medication that he’d been given, but he reached out for their daughter, eyes pleading and full of awe. Omega was given the go-ahead as they finished stitching Terzo up, and he placed the newborn on his husband’s chest. Terzo gasped for air at the contact, letting out a ragged sob, and Omega began to shed fat tears of his own. They made it. They did it. They finally had their family. 

They finally had their precious Starlight. 

After she’d spent the better part of an hour bottle-feeding on and off, she had fallen asleep on Terzo’s bare chest, resting skin to skin with her Papa. Terzo seemed blissed out, floating on cloud nine. Omega was right there with him, the warmth that had bloomed through him when he first held her having never left his body. 

The process of binding her to the mortal realm as a ghoul that wasn’t formed in the pit was agonizingly tedious, but necessary. Primo grew increasingly annoyed with their impatience, insisting that such rituals couldn’t be rushed. Blessedly, she slept through the entire process, exhausted by her entry into the world.

When Terzo again made room for him and patted the space beside him, Omega only hesitated for the briefest of moments before joining them, carefully climbing onto the bed and lying on his side, spooned up next to Terzo. Omega placed a large hand on Starlight’s back, running it slowly up and down much like he had before she was born. Starlight sighed, nuzzling closer to Terzo. Omega took a delicate kiss from his partner, a kiss full of pride and adoration and gratitude, overflowing with the love that he so eagerly poured into it. 

Omega watched over them both as they got some much-needed rest. Sleep could wait for him, he already had everything he needed: his family. Healthy. Happy. Finally whole.

[everybodyshusband]

okay not to hypno the kink but ohhh don't you think the stars in aeon's eyes swirl and spin and spiral like beautiful purple galaxies every time he doms and wants to reduce his partners into drooling, whining, obedient little sluts whose only use is to be a pretty wet hole for him

LOOK AT THESE AND THEN LOOK ME IN THE EYE AND TELL ME THAT NO ONE IN THE PACK WOULD DROP TO THEIR KNEES IMMEDIATELY IF EYES THAT LOOKED LIKE THESE WERE CAST UPON THEM I FUCKING DARE YOU

[sovaghoul]

Aether walked so Phantom could run

Src

[hypnoneghoul]

(cw for somnophilia intention but no action described)

Aeon sighs, unable to tear his eyes away from Rain's sleeping form. He looks...

"Royal," the quintessence ghoul breathes out; barely audible, lest he wakes the other up.

"Hm?" Mountain perks up from under Aeon, having nearly fallen asleep with the smaller ghoul in his lap. They're cuddled up comfortably in Rain's big armchair, having been too lazy to move after watching a movie with the water ghoul in his room. "Oh, yes. Yes, it peeks out sometimes. Can't always fight his blood's pull, I suppose."

The words land, but they don't really land. It's a few minutes of silence before Aeon realizes what Mountain has said. "Wait, what? What blood?"

"Uh..." the earth ghoul stammers, before remembering what it was even about. "Yeah, you know...Rain's royal blood?"

"What!?" Aeon whisper shouts. This has to be some kind of a joke they're pulling on him, right?

"Did you not know? He's second in line to the throne of the ninth circle."

"No, I didn't! Oh my Satan!"

If Aeon weren't so sleepy he'd be freaking out about this even more. Rain...a prince?

It sounds stupid, unreal---and makes so much sense at the same time---but he can't really verify the logic here at the moment. Instead his mind drifts somewhere else, to all the thing he has done with the water ghoul in his time Topside. Filthy.

"You like having that knowledge, don't you?" Mountain squeezes Aeon's hip as he mutters into his ear with his gravely voice after a minute.

"Hm?" the other tries to act unaffected.

"I can smell what you're thinking about."

"Oh, uhm..."

"Don't worry, we've all been there," the earth ghoul chuckles quietly. "You like that you've been fucking royalty, a prince, like a common whore."

Aeon blushes and turns to his hid face in Mountain's neck. It wasn't a question, just a statement, but the answer is clear, anyway.

"Go on, then," he whispers, "go over there and get your cock into him like he's nothing but a thing made just for your pleasure. Look at how pretty he is with his legs open like that, sleeping so soundly. Go on, Aeon, fuck the sleeping beauty."

He lets out a shaky breath. His legs shake as he stands up and walks over to the huge bed. It makes sense now, all the privileges Rain has...

His bed is the softest from all the ghouls' and Aeon's hands and knees dip the mattress so deep as he crawls over to Rain. The water ghoul looks just as divine from up close---maybe more---and Aeon has to bite his tongue not to let out a whine. Rain's beauty and grace is simply overwhelming.

"Go on," Mountain encourages again. "You know he won't mind. Royalty or not, he's just a whore."

[skele-bunny]

Communal Dog. (CW) Rain/Mountain, Everyone/Everyone

CW - Pet Play, Free Use

Tags: Total Power Exchange, Free Use, Pet Play, Polyghouls, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Casual Nudity, Casual Sex, Exhibition

Characters: Mountain, Rain, Misc Ghouls

(Ghostober day #20 Total Power Exchange by @kroas-adtam ! Divider by @/wrathofrats , no beta, we die like men. My ghostober will be short fics!)

"Sit."

Mountain immediately sat down, looking up and tail wagging as Aether crouched down, eyeing over at Rain who's sat on the couch. "Is it alright to touch?"

Rain simply nodded, smiling wider as he watched Aether tilt Mountain's head up and press his cock head at his lips. Almost instantly, Mountain opened his mouth, taking Aether down to his base and bobbing himself along the quintessence's thick length.

His tongue laid flat, eyes closed and huffing as Aether held onto his horns to start rocking inside more. "Such a good dog... You trained him good, didn't ya, Rainy?"

The water ghoul simply purred, watching closely before turning as Phantom came into his view, tail wagging just as much.

"When Aether is done, can I use him?"

"But of course. Remember to be nice."

"I will!" Their tail wagged harder. "Promise I will!"

The younger quintessence skipped over, leaning against Aether's arm and watching Mountain suck his cock with no complaint. Aether intertwined his and Phantom's tails together, hand massaging the smaller quint's ass.

"Good boy, I'm almost there." Aether hummed, thumb wiping drool that went down his cheek. "So damn good. Gonna have to show your master how much I appreciate him sharing you."

A few heavy thrusts went forwards into Mountain before cum followed, the earth ghoul humming and swallowing what he was given. He nuzzled closer into Aether's pubes before being pulled back, panting and looking up. His eyes followed as Aether went to Rain, the two laughing softly as he went between Rain's legs and lifted his skirt.

Mountain's attention got redirected as his horn was lightly tugged, now looking at Phantom who carefully dragged him to the other couch, sitting and opening his legs. The earth sat still, panting and tilting his head, earning a confused whine from the newly summon.

His confusion was solved as a hand reached around and snapped, pointing at Phantom's wet cunt. "Mountain, eat."

The younger ghoul looked up quickly to smile at Sunshine, shivering as his attention went back to Mountain who nestled between his legs and sucking on their clit.

"T-thank you..." Phantom sighed, holding Mountain's horns and keeping him down.

The light ghoulette leaned down to kiss Phantom's cheek, flicking his tit with a chuckle. "You're welcome, baby bat. Gonna make him breed you after?"

Phantom was breathless, thighs shaking. "I... I can do that?"

"Mmhm," She reached over, now slowly massaging his chest. "Can ask him to do whatever you like. Rain is so sweet like that."

The ghoul in question let out a loud trill, drawing attention as Aether bottomed out in their hole, Cirrus and Swiss waiting patiently for their own turn—stroking their cocks at the sight. Phantom squealed again as Mountain's tongue went into his hole, lapping at his slick and nuzzling as close as he could.

Sunshine leaned over, kissing at Phantom's neck before snapping again. "Mountain, up."

The earth responded on command, pushing himself up and showing his hard length, twitching. Phantom brought his fingers down to spread himself, holding Mountain's tip and lining him up. Taking the hint, the pup sank in, shivering at the tightness and moaning as he continued pushing in.

Before he could start thrusting, however, his attention was drawn back as fingers touched his ass. Swiss only smiled, hooking his jaw over Mountain's shoulder, pushing him forwards some.

"Don't stop, Appal'," Swiss hummed, smiling as Phantom squealed at more of the bigger ghoul sliding in. "Just waiting my turn for ya.'"

With a few heavy humps, Mountain quickly found his pace, rumbling coming from his chest as he fucked into the tight heat below him. The common room quickly became loud with moans and grunts, wet slaps as others joined around, Mountain purring as Cumulus snuck up behind to scratch through his back fur. Across the other side, Rain sighed as Dew began to suck at his gills, Aether finally knotting in.

"So good to us, Rainbow." Aether sighed, tongue dragging over Rain's cheek. "So kind to share your dog."

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Cw: oviposition, tentacles, breeding, med kink

Something something Mountains heats being so intense that the only thing that helps him is being tied to a breeding bench and letting the other ghouls in the ministry run him through. They make a line, they have to to stop them from fighting over him, from smallest to biggest.

Dew goes first. They all watch as Dew struggles to Mount him, growling impatiently. Thankfully Dew never lasts long and his knot never does either, too small to stay locked inside Mountain especially with how wet he is.

Auroras next, eating out Dews load out of him and making him cum with her very skilled tongue. Cumulus goes next, using her equally as skilled fingers to pull another orgasm out of him. Phantom follows, he has the eagerness and grace of a newborn giraffe and, like Dew, struggles to mount him. But that doesn’t stop him. He fucks him twice, growling at Mist when she tries to pull him off but he’s so desperate to get his knot into him. And just like Dew, he can’t get it to stay locked for more than a few minutes.

Mist follows, fucking him with her tentacle for a bit before she can’t take it anymore and pushes four of her eggs into him. That satisfies Mountain for a bit but it doesn’t matter because Rains next and he gets three more eggs pushed into him, along with a load of thick black slimy ink to go with it. He can feel it all dripping out of him and running down his thighs.

Cowbell helps him push them out. Squeezing his tummy from behind and watching as each egg stretches his cunt out before popping out. He pushes a few back in, fucks him with them a little before he’s getting shoved out of the way by Swiss. Swiss fucks him hard and fast, two fingers in his ass because he knows Mountain goes crazy for it. Swiss doesn’t last long, not when Mountain is so wet and sloppy. The barbs on his dick dig into the soft walls of Mountains cunt and lock them together in way that’s so painful it has Mountain cumming over and over.

Zephyr follows Swiss. He’s evil and fucks Mountains ass that Swiss had so nicely prepped for him. He’s uses the this spade of his tail to flick at Mountains clit, making him clench tightly around him. He fucks him slowly, his stamina impeccable. He doesn’t knot him, not with two impatient quintessence ghouls growling behind him. Instead he pulls out and cums across Mountains back, watching as his back muscles move and twitch as his load lands on him.

Second to last is Aether. He kneels down and with one gloved hand probes around his hole. He scoops up some of the mess that had spilled out of him and pushes it back into him. He uses a speculum to stretch him out, watching in awe as as all the cum pours out of him and into the floor below. He takes two of his fingers, pushing them in with the speculum and pokes around at Mountains cervix, telling him how well he’ll breed and ripe and ready he is and that he’s literally perfect to be bred and that his womb is begging to be filled with kits. He watches as Mountains cunt twitches around the speculum and he can feel as his cervix pulses as he cums.

Once Aether is done it’s Omega. The one Mountain had been dreading and hoping for at the same time. He’d once jokingly compared Omega to bull but now that he was pushing into him and stretching him out he doesn’t think it was much of a joke. He folds himself over Mountains back, biting as his neck. He reaches under him so he can grope at Mountains tits, pulling and twisting his nipple while he whispers how good they’ll feel all full and leaking with milk. He tells him how he’s going to breed him, how he’s not letting him go until he can smell his littler in his belly and see him bulging all fat and round with the evidence. He knots him three times, making Mountain beg for it each time, before he’s finally satisfied. And so it Mountain.

Sometime later, Copia wanders into the ghouls den, oblivious to what they’ve been up to and just curious as to where all the ghouls have disappeared to. He walks into the site of a very satisfied and blissed out Mountain, still tied to the breeding bench and several glowing eyes of the ghouls looking at, telling him it’s his turn.

[forlorn-crows]

oh my go d

Ooo that thing you just wrote for @/forlorn-crows is a sick idea, normally I like stuff so I can read it later but that was a READ NOW BITCH type deal.

Gives me the idea of Aether going into people’s minds and giving them wet dreams

The new kid's insatiable. It isn't like it's a problem for anyone- on the contrary, they're delighted by it. They're no strangers to sex and lust in the Pit, but here, in humanesque bodies, it's a foreign experience. Different in ways that are difficult to quantify, but different. The obsession with new sensations in new bodies is a universally known thing, something they all went through when first summoned. And who could blame them?

But what a treat getting to watch it from the outside. How nice to watch him sweat and tremble and take until it hurts to be touched.

Aeon is easy.

Pliable. Suggestible and willing to try whatever anyone suggests. He desires with a fierceness that sees him crawling into bed with Dew late at night, desperate for relief. Sees him staring at Swiss during mass with dark eyes, bouncing his leg, unable to sit still, and Swiss is more than happy to drag him out after and lend a helping hand. Or mouth.

So. Aether offers, and Aeon agrees, and that as they say, is that. It's never brought up again, and he knows Aeon wants to ask when, when can we, but part of the fun will be doing this when he doesn't expect. In the meantime, Aeon cums from all the attention he gets, and rubs his cock until it's red and sensitized, and even a little past that.

He's lovely when he's awake- crooked teeth revealed with every wide smile, constantly smoothing messy hair off his face. He's lovely when he's asleep, too, sprawled out on the couch or the bed, shirt riding up to expose a stripe of stomach, eyes closed. Long lashes. Of course Aether was going to offer. When someone wraps a present for you, sets in directly into your palms, it would be rude not to open it. Cruel, even.

He lies sleeping in his bed in loose boxers, a thin white shirt. Half under a blanket having kicked part of it off at some point. Aether flicks the table lamp on and carefully, so carefully, sits on the bed beside him. He's out like a light- it's possible he's worn himself out (or, more accurately, been worn out by someone else) to the point he's less asleep and more comatose. Lips parted, drooling a little on his pillow. Aether swallows hard. He tingles in Places. His fingers itch with want. He wishes he had more patience, that he could convince himself to undo the bow and carefully remove the wrapping paper, but he's never had much self control with this, to be honest. He tries, but here, now, with the way he looks... surely it's understandable to want to rip the paper open as quick as possible.

He reaches towards him, strokes his hair, playing with it. Twirling the shock of white that cuts through the brown at his hairline. Lets the smallest little bit of his magick drip from his fingertips and into his head so he can make sure Aeon doesn't wake before he wants him to. He drags his fingers down the side of his face, tracing the angle of a sharp jaw, stroking down his neck. With his other hand, he palms himself, working himself up just a little. Not too much because he has plans for Aeon that require him not to pop too early.

Down his neck, down his chest to find a nipple, to give it a soft rub until it's peeking through his shirt, obvious. Down further, to the hem, where he slides it under and caresses his stomach. Pets his navel, and then the barest hint of hair that disappears under his waistband.

The magick flows easy, then. Warms him from the inside out and Aether watches, ensorcelled by the gentle noise Aeon makes on his next exhale. The obvious twitch of his dick stirring to life. If he wasn't so eager to wake him up and ask him to run that pretty tongue over his balls, he'd draw the blood south slower. But not tonight. He squeezes himself, presses on Aeon's belly, and stares, hungrier than he's felt in a while as Aeon's cock fills out. Faster than is necessary, perhaps, but who cares. Certainly he doesn't. Certainly Aeon won't be complaining.

He's tenting in no time, and Aether supplies him with visions of being taken. Being loved gentle and raw, and finally, Aeon whimpers, hips shifting while he dreams about many hands peeling his clothes off, mouths sucking his neck, tongues licking at secret, hidden places. A little more phantom sensation on his cock, and Aether groans as a dribble of precum dots the fabric, stretched against a head that he cannot wait to make sticky and overly sensitive.

It goes on until Aether's working himself and hard to the point that he's dying to pull it out. His pants are tight, oppressive. It's making him ache, and all he can focus on is what the little kitten licks he's going to ask him for will feel like.

He turns the dial of quintessence up, and Aeon gasps, unconscious and pleasured, leaking fluid and staining his boxers with the pre because Aether wants him to.

They've kept his balls so empty there's been no possibility to cum in his sleep yet. His body hasn't had a chance, and maybe that's the reason Aeon was so quick to agree- something new.

He gets him nice and close, until Aeon is whimpering, shifting where he lays, and Aether gives up.

He forces too much pleasure into his mind, and Aeon throbs and moans and Aether's eyes go wide as he watches his cock start to bounce around and spit out shot after shot, soaking himself-

Aeon wakes up moaning and disoriented halfway through, barely has time to register what's happening when Aether decides to give him a little gift of his own, drag it out, make it last unnaturally long, until Aeon is crying out, thrashing, looking at Aether with surprise and shock while he defiles himself by Aether's suggestions.

When it's over, when it's finally over and Aeon lies exhausted, and panting, he gifts Aether with a disbelieving giggle.

"What," he breathes, weakly.

Aether is already standing, unzipping his pants.

[cosmicseafoam]

You can't just tag that one mindvirus post as Phantom and not elaborate 👀

😇

I’ve talked about it a teeny little bit before but haven’t gone super in depth. Sorry this got so long lmao

CW for dubcon mentions.

I think phantom absolutely uses their quint powers for evil. It’s all pre-discussed and consensual, and certain ghouls have agreed to not know when they’re going to use it.

Aether and Omega both think it’ll be impossible for phantom to take them down. They’re much bigger than bug, and they’ve been around a lot longer. Plus they know bug doesn’t pay much attention in their lessons, comes across as uninterested in harnessing their skills. But the look of fear that flashes across Aethers face when he sees just how quickly Phantom weaves their magic into Omegas brain will fuel their orgasms for the next Millenia. Now sometimes when they're having infirmary meetings, Phantom will locks eyes with Aether and smirk as they gently ghost a fingertip over Omegas neck and let a tiny bit of quintessence slip in just to smell the panic and arousal.

Swiss can feel it as it happens but loves not knowing when it'll be. Can feel the lightning crackle through his blood, can see the lavender haze swirl across his vision before it takes over. He likes it when Phantom takes it slow and teases him with it, they both like that Swiss pretends to put up a fight about it. As if the small amount of quintessence he harnesses could ever be a match against Phantom. Sometimes Phantom likes to give him an out of body experience, uses him like a doll while all Swiss can do is watch on. Sometimes Phantom likes to make him hyper aware of his actions but completely out of control. This is how it all started, really. So sure of themselves but too nervous to ask Swiss to be rough. To make Phantom take everything he was willing to give. So they pumped him full of quintessence, laughed at the confusion on Swiss' face and sighed. "Oh no, please don't hurt me. Please please you can't cum in me I'll get pregnant. No, please, don't." All while making Swiss manhandle them like a ragdoll.

Rain hasn't let Phantom use it on him yet, but will gladly join in while they pump Dewdrop full of quintessence. Sometimes Dew just desperately needs to get out of his own head, and Phantom is more than happy to help him with that. Will lean him back to chest on their lap, slender hand gently wrapped around his throat until his eyes glaze over into a soft purple. Will hold him there and softly stroke across his stomach and chest, holding Dews legs open with their own while Rain eats him out before Rain takes turns fucking them both with his tentacle.

I think the first time Rain ever lets Phantom use their quintessence on him is when his clutch comes early and he NEEDS to lay them but Dew is away with Papa on important abbey business but Rain is too embarrassed to ask outright. Comes to Phantom with tears in his eyes, places Phantoms fingertips onto his temple and they know exactly what he needs. Takes Rain back to his nest and pumps quintessence into his skull until Rain has them pinned with their legs to their chest, telling Phantom to "fucking take it" and their eyes roll back in their head at the feeling of Rain emptying his eggs into them.

The first time they use it on Cumulus is so she'll fully seat herself on their face, happy to be used as a toy for her pleasure. The first time they use it on Cirrus, it's to lull her into an almost sleep, interlocking their legs together and rubbing their little t dick against her clit but not letting her cum for hours. The first time they use it on both of them together is just because they want to watch the girls fight for dominance. Phantom isn't even involved, just watching to the side as they wrestle each other, trying to get the other to submit for long enough to pin the other down and fuck them with a quint strap.

Turns out, Mountain is actually the hardest ghoul for Phantom to take over so they HAVE to do it when Mountain is blissfully unaware. Typically sneaking into the greenhouse when Mount has been out there too long, snakes their skinny arms around his waist and underneath his singlet, pumping as much quintessence into him as quickly as possible before he realises it's happening. Phantom has gotten in trouble for many broken pots this way but it's worth it to watch Mountain lose control of his glamour, growing impossibly huge and pinning Phantom to the dirt, fucking them until they can't take it anymore.

To me, Phantom and Aurora are siblings so they only ever use it for really childish things like a classic "stop hitting yourself" or when Aurora pours the last of Phantoms favourite cereal but Phantom wants to take it without a fight.

[forlorn-crows]

𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

just a lil something i tortured @divine-misfortune with last night after he shared this post with me and said "Now hear me out Zeph/aeth and or omega bc they won’t slow down fr a damn second "

and thus i started a doc lovingly called "zephyr/omega go to sleep ya old man"

1263 words of omega misusing quintessence in order to (lovingly i swear) force zephyr to get some rest. yes zephyr will be mad at him later. yes omega is being a lil bit of a bastard. yes i am indulging in my (our) hypnokink, just go with it.

“You’re a stubborn old thing, you know that?”

Zephyr rolls their eyes before side-eyeing the quintessence ghoul, making a face. “Care to elaborate?”

“Been spending a lot of time with those new ghoulettes. When was the last time you slept?” Omega puts a hand on the back of the leather armchair Zephyr is currently seated in, where they were, up until now, engrossed in a text about ancient languages. 

They bite their tongue against the urge to correct him on Cirrus and Cumulus’ names. “I slept last night, there’s no need for your concern.”

“Oh, last night, hm? So that wasn’t the organ I was hearing in the wee hours of the morning?”

“You are as old as this building, Omega, surely you’re aware of the noises that aged pipes make when all else is silent.” 

He tuts. “Far too melodic for old plumbing, Zeph.”

Zephyr grumbles and makes to return back to their book without replying. Omega chuckles, and suddenly his hands are resting on their shoulders, thumbs heavy over the strained tendons on the back of their neck. 

“Why don’t you let me help?”

The air ghoul grumbles again. Slots their small stack of notes along the book’s binding as a makeshift bookmark and snaps the thing shut. They place it onto the table and stare at the fire in the hearth.  

“And why should I let you?” they say to the fading embers. 

Omega hums. “Because you need your rest, you cranky ghoul.”

“I am plenty rested.”

“These knots in your shoulders say otherwise.”

Zephyr closes their eyes and sighs like an exasperated teacher. “And you claim that I am the stubborn one?”

“Come on,” Omega goads them. Telltale magick crackling to life beneath his fingertips. “Doesn’t have to be much.”

Before Zephyr can so much as think about scurrying away with their book, warm quintessence seeps into their bones, the tension held there unraveling from the inside out. Their eyelids flutter, shoulders slumping. Some undignified noise bubbles up from their throat, and they can barely catch their chin from hitting their chest as their head lolls forward. 

“You . . .” They try to protest, tongue too heavy in their mouth to form its usual elegant timbre. Their hands can’t even grip the arms of the chair anymore, cementing them into place and thwarting any chance they had of escaping Omega’s nagging. 

Said quintessence ghoul shushes him, self-satisfied and certainly not even close to genuinely comforting. “There you go. See? Knew you were tired.”

“Hn . . .’m not—”

“You are, look at that sleepy face.” Omega brushes a few strands of hair back behind their horns, their head leaning into his touch without their permission. Zephyr’s eyes are drooping, rolling with the effort of trying to keep them open. Maybe they are more tired than they thought, he didn’t give them that much magick, did he?

Omega coos at them, running his thumb along the base of their horn. “Just close your eyes,” he whispers. 

Zephyr just groans, something close to uh uh, but it doesn’t sound very disagreeing. They’re falling asleep sitting up, and his warm hand against the side of their face does nothing but drag them closer to unconsciousness. Suddenly, they don’t want to get away from him. Magick swirls all syrupy in their veins, and, really, it’s getting harder and harder to have any opinions on the situation. 

Behind them, Omega shakes his head and loops around to the front of the chair, still cradling their head as he kneels between their parted legs. The hands at their sides, having slid off the arms of the chair, twitch towards him. Zephyr watches Omega’s other hand as it comes to hold the other side of their face, eyes slow and delayed as they track its movement. 

“You’d do well to listen to me, you tired old hen,” Omega chides them. He wiggles their head a little, not unlike a chiropractor looking for sore spots. Ensuring they’re close to limp and loose. 

Zephyr just lets him. Has no choice, really. They’d call him a plethora of names later—bastard, unwelcome imp, meddling hypnotist spawn—but the thought of remembering to do so slides away like rain on glass. 

He must sense the fleeting thought behind Zephyr’s glassy eyes, because he adjusts their head again, tightening his grip almost imperceptibly. 

“None of that; you’re being so good, aren’t you? I’m only helping, aren’t I? Little bit of magick to get rid of all those pesky cobwebs between your ears. I know, you’re so tired underneath all those stubborn thoughts. Just takes a nice, kind ghoul like me to help you relax, doesn’t it?” On and on he drones, the words going in one ear and out the other, washing away their own internal monologue and replacing it with his own. They are tired, and an afternoon nap isn’t so terrible, they aren’t really busy. And Omega’s helping them. 

Definitely not using his magick in some smug, actually selfish way, rendering the normally uptight ghoul completely powerless in less than a second. No, it’s completely selfless—a show of his care and concern for Zephyr’s wellbeing. Absolutely not a vehicle to win any kind of argument, not at all. 

Their breathing is slowing now, neck nearly limp in Omega’s hands. Sinking deeper into the fuzzy embrace of sleep. 

“That’s it,” he lilts. “You’re gonna feel so much better, and I won’t even say ‘I told you so.’ How does that sound?” 

Zephyr responds with a long exhale through parted lips, left thigh twitching randomly as the pleasant numbness settles in. 

Omega smirks. “Good.” With one last push of quintessence, he tilts their head just so and watches as their eyes unfocus and fall shut, jaw dropping open with the softest noise as they drift asleep in his hands. The quiet snores follow just seconds later, Omega’s hands the only thing keeping them upright. 

He waits until he’s sure they’re asleep, warming his back against the dying flames while Zephyr slumps in their chair. Only then does he pull back the tendrils of his magick, letting it seep down towards the floorboards as slow as molasses so as not to accidentally rouse them. Thankfully, the library is empty this time of day. Nothing to interrupt the air ghoul’s much needed sleep. 

They’re lax and peaceful now, but Omega’s sure he’ll hear about it when they wake. He laughs to himself at the plethora of elegant insults that come to mind. For now, he takes satisfaction in the way Zephyr’s head lolls back against the chair with the gentlest press of his pointer finger, drool making its way out of the corner of their mouth already. 

“Cute,” the quintessence ghoul comments, smoothing out the wrinkles in his button-down. And then, as a wicked afterthought, he presses the pad of his finger to the middle of their forehead again, sneaking in a cheeky suggestion of a dream wrapped in plumes of balsam and petrichor. Snickering to himself when Zephyr whines quietly and their tail kinks up at the end. “Enjoy,” he whispers, making his exit. 

Omega knows he won’t get any thanks for that—a pity, really, considering it was quite a nice little fantasy—nor will he get any thanks for helping (forcing) Zephyr to get some rest. At the very least, he’ll get a very disgruntled and haughty air ghoul glaring at him for the remainder of the day. 

Omega’s fine with being berated for misuse of magick if it means the poor thing won’t be sleep deprived. Until then, he files away Zephyr’s reaction to it for later.