#quintessence hypnosis

[cosmicseafoam]

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

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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]

𝑫𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑨𝒍𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒚

Rating: Explicit Pairing(s): Aether/Dewdrop Tags: quintessence use, sex magic, hand jobs, frottage, cumming untouched, cum eating, a whole lotta magick fuckery. they're in love your honor Words: 3171

Summary: “Wanna get inside,” Aether rasps with a stroke to both of their lengths. “Will you let me do that?”

Dew groans. “Yeah? How do you want me?” 

“I want—fuck, sorry, not like that—” The quintessence ghoul fumbles with his words, tripping over the question he meant to ask. 

“No? Then—”

“Something different.” His chest heaves in a shaky sigh. Then, another long, luxurious stroke that makes them throb against each other. “Not physical. Might be . . . weird.”

The fire ghoul rolls his hips and captures his mouth in a quick but dirty kiss. “I like weird,” he whispers, biting at Aether’s lower lip. 

“Know it,” Aether mumbles back. “Might not be anything, though. D’you trust me?”

Note: this fic was inspired by @waywardsamaritan's fic, give and take. please thank them for the new Terrible thing quintessence can now be used for.

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Aether rests his forehead against Dew’s, panting hard. The smaller ghoul is pinned beneath him, caged in by his strong limbs. Arching into every touch he’s offered. 

“Wanna get inside,” Aether rasps with a stroke to both of their lengths. “Will you let me do that?”

Dew groans. “Yeah? How do you want me?” 

“I want—fuck, sorry, not like that—” The quintessence ghoul fumbles with his words, tripping over the question he meant to ask. 

“No? Then—”

“Something different.” His chest heaves in a shaky sigh. Then, another long, luxurious stroke that makes them throb against each other. “Not physical. Might be . . . weird.”

The fire ghoul rolls his hips and captures his mouth in a quick but dirty kiss. “I like weird,” he whispers, biting at Aether’s lower lip. 

“Know it,” Aether mumbles back. “Might not be anything, though. D’you trust me?”

“‘Course, baby,” Dew says softly, and oh, does that hushed tone do things to him. The fire ghoul strokes across Aether’s cheek, moving down to swipe his thumb across his parted lips. Bucking his hips so his cock slides against the thick underside of Aether’s own, in and out of the circle of his grip. 

“Fuck—” he grunts. “Sit on my lap?”

Dew nods, and Aether pulls back so they can rearrange. It’s a quick tangle/untangle/re-tangle sequence that ends with the quintessence ghoul’s back to the headboard and the smaller ghoul’s legs hooked around his hips so they face each other. 

“Hi, pretty boy,” Aether smiles, cupping that angular face between his hands. Always precious to him. Always worth taking another moment to admire. It earns him a pleased chuff and a kiss to his palm, heat rising to Dew’s cheeks so handsomely. 

“Do I get to know what you’re gonna do to me?” he asks. Dew walks his fingers coyly up Aether’s chest, dancing around in the swirling hair that covers his pecs. 

“Don’t even think I know exactly what,” Aether admits. He covers the hand on his chest with his own. Stalling. He knows everything will be fine—fantastic, even—but there’s a small part of him that fears he’ll fuck up the mood by experimenting with this. 

Or that it might not even work at all. Turn Dew off to his magick, in some terrible way. 

“It’s quintessence, yeah? But not in the exact way you’re used to,” he says slowly. “Something I’ve thought about trying. Promise you’ll tell me if you hate it?”

“I trust you,” Dew reiterates. He scoots a little closer, his lower stomach pressing to Aether’s belly. “Trust you to make it feel good.” Dew looks up at him with trusting eyes, and a face so open it makes Aether’s heart hurt in the best of ways. His scent flares with another spike of arousal, and it makes Aether ache for so much more.  

“C’mere.” He pulls Dew flush to his chest, as close as he can get. One hand spans across his upper back, and the other brushes a stray piece of ashen hair back behind his ear. He can feel the shiver that runs down his lithe body, raising goosebumps as it travels from head to groin. It gets another twitch out of his cock, kicking against Aether’s with a blurt of pre sliding down the head. 

“Shit,” the fire ghoul groans, eyes slipping shut.

“Haven’t even done anything yet,” Aether whispers, inching their mouths closer again.

“Want you to,” Dew replies. Inclining his head just right without ever looking, breath fanning across Aether’s lips as they capture his own. 

Aether groans into it, kissing him as deeply as he can. Holding him so tight in his arms like he’d slip from his lap if he didn’t. It only takes a slurred fuck, Aethe, between breaths to really get him going, hands tangling in Dew’s hair and tongue licking across the back of his teeth. Impassioned, yet devouring delicately like a hummingbird's beak to a cupful of nectar. Treating him with reverence, yet priming him to feel Aether, and Aether alone. 

Once the thrum of his own blood starts to pound loudly in his ears (and make his dick pulse), he slowly unfurls the magick at his core, letting it bleed upwards. Upwards through the gaps in his ribs, rising past his collarbone, floating through his cervical vertebrae and pooling onto his tongue. 

“Ready?” He mainly mouths the word against Dew’s lips, but he’s nodding as soon as it’s uttered. Fingers digging in and scratching lightly at the back of Aether’s neck. The quintessence ghoul takes a breath and lets go. 

Magick seeps into Dew’s body through their kisses, a smoke-like plume of energy growing in density with each meeting of their lips. The fire ghoul groans at the familiar feeling, leaning into its warmth. It doesn’t crackle or spark, but rather flows like a rich syrup tapped straight from the tree. Coating him slowly as it moves deeper inside. 

“Fuck,” Dew slurs, mouth growing clumsy as quintessence slithers down the back of his throat. “It’s—” He swallows loudly. “‘S going down.”

“Just let it,” Aether soothes. “Let it find a new path.” And it does. Instead of weaving its way into Dew’s mind as it normally would, settling into the ridges of his brain and blanketing every synapse under Aether’s control, it sinks into his chest and makes its home there. Dew shudders and clutches Aether even tighter. 

“Can’ kiss ‘nymore,” the fire ghoul mumbles, lips completely disconnecting from any meaningful movement. “H-oh, ssshit.”

“That’s fine, firefly, all you have to do is feel.” Aether helps him rest their foreheads together as Dew’s mouth goes slack and his breathing gets deeper. “Stay with me though. That’s it.”

“‘M here,” Dew assures. “Gettin’ used to it there.”

“Feels different,” Aether agrees. “Feels good though?” Dew only nods. “Feels really good for me, too, love.”

Aether can really feel him there, sitting next to his heart. That infernal heat darts out to meet his essence, curling around each other. Dancing an elemental tango. It only takes a few more moments before they meld together in some kind of hybrid amalgamation, and with that meshing, it all clicks at once:

“Oh.”

“Dew.”

The fire ghoul lifts his head from Aether’s and stares. The quint ghoul stares back. Wordlessly, Dew brings one of his hands to his chest, placing it flat over the spot where the magick hovers inside. He’s more lucid than he was just moments ago, but Aether can still feel that sluggishness in his veins—magick making him loose and relaxed, as it’s wont to do. 

“‘S like you’re here,” Dew says softly. “Like . . . like you reached inside ‘nd—”

“Touched you,” Aether finishes. At that, Dew throbs against him with a little huff. “Fuck, can you take more?” 

“Yeah.”

“Let me know if it’s too much, love. I’ll stop, soon as you tell me.”

Dew shakes his head. Eyes already sparkling with that amethyst purple.  “Keep going. Wanna feel more ‘f you.”

Aether covers Dew’s hand as before, just now over the other ghoul’s skinny chest. The other he anchors across his shoulder blades, keeping his torso tucked in the curve of his arm. “Deep breath for me, love,” he mutters.

Dew obeys, and the bubble of their conjoined essences expands. The edges blur past his bronchial tubes, into his lungs, and downward towards his stomach. Slowly growing to fill the shape of him like a foggy mist filling the valleys and canyons between mountains. Aether can feel the tingles roll up Dew’s spine as his magick shifts and moves, and he groans along with him as it warms his entire chest. He can see it, too: a sanguine blush spreads across his sternum, putting the silver barbells through his peaked nipples into further contrast. 

“Gorgeous,” he just has to comment. 

Something flares inside of Dew, and he gasps. A quickened breath not unlike when he’s kissed in soft, secret places. “Oh, Aether—fu-uck,” he groans, eyes fluttering until they shut. Aether can feel the way his stomach goes hot from the inside out, fuzzy with warmth and arousal still. He latches onto that feeling, grazing further down until Dew’s body guides the quintessence to pool around his navel like iron shavings to a magnet. Re-centering the heart of the original ball of magick so it sits low in his belly instead. The spike of pleasure that follows wrings a needy groan from them both, and Aether can’t help the way he wants more. 

“How do you feel so good,” he laments, hands shaking slightly as he pulls him close again. “Just—oh, want to fill you with it.”

Dew lets himself be pulled to Aether’s chest, body moving with a loose ease. Arms going limp and sliding down somewhere near his hips. His head lolls and falls into the crook of the bigger ghoul’s neck, parted lips grazing the skin there. 

“It’s so . . . shit, ‘s like y’re in there. Inside ‘f me,” he mumbles. His eyebrows quirk up, brushing against the bottom of Aether’s jaw. 

He exhales shakily. “So warm, droplet.” He’s relishing in the closeness this ritual of sorts allows him, both to feel and to understand. Aether makes it spiral lazily in his core, feeling around. Finding little spots to nestle the magick into. One spot in particular, around where his bladder sits, makes Dew whine so pretty, hips bucking of their own accord. 

“M-more—there; ev’rywhere. Please,” the fire ghoul begs. 

“Yeah? Wanna be full of me?” Aether feels crazy. He doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore; it’s like he wants Dew to let him in, even though he’s already in. Even though he’s already deeper than he’s ever been, touching parts of him he never thought he could. Literally crawling into him as if he’d cracked open his ribs and dug his fingers into his flesh, but in the kindest way possible. Intimate in a way he’s never experienced—or thought he could experience—before. 

If Dew’s reactions are anything to go by, he’d say something similar. Or moan it. But Aether can sense that he feels all that and more. 

So he’s going to grant him more.

“Will you tell me how it feels? That I can touch you here?” Aether breathes, expanding that bubble inside even further. Petting along walls of muscle and following branches of veins until the entire cavity of Dew’s torso is brimming with fire-tinged quintessence.

Dew groans and humps his lap more intentionally, seeking friction against the thick shaft of his cock. “Tingly,” he mumbles. “Everywhere. All you. Lucifer, ‘s just you.”

Dew grinds on him again, and Aether can’t help the moan that escapes him. But the pleasure is twofold: not only can he feel his own, but, from the inside, he can feel Dew’s, too. It’s a flash of insistent heat amongst the relative cool of his ether, building in intensity the longer he moves.  Aether holds him tighter.

“Oh, ‘s on my—hi-hitting oh fuckin’ hells,” Dew whines, and Aether can feel on the edge of his magic that he’s caressing right where his prostate would be, and pressing down still. He doesn’t need to see the fire ghoul’s face to know his eyes cross when he does it. Dew keens and drools down his collarbone, cock spitting an equal amount of wetness onto his own.

“Yeah? You feel me there?” 

“Everywhere,” Dew reiterates with a hiccup. 

Aether sweeps his magick down even further, caressing him from the inside out: running tendrils of it over the inside of his hole, his taint, rolling through his balls and all the way out to the tip of his cock, which spits out the biggest glob of precum yet. 

“Fuck, baby boy,” the quint ghoul shudders. “So hard for me.” He says it like he still can’t believe it, in awe of how easily Dew lets him in, even after all these years. How easy he can fill him up like this; how willing he is to take and take and take, without so much as a furrowed brow. And anything he wants, Aether will give him.

He nudges the center of magick even lower, right where he needs it. That infernal heat licks at the edges and tangles in it, trapping arousal and tumbling it over and over. 

“Tha’s it,” Dew sighs as if he’s slipping into a hot bath. It’s followed up by a drawn-out moan that Aether can feel all the way down to his gut. Rocking his hips back and forth as the quintessence moves with him. 

“Wanna feel you cum,” Aether grunts. “Wanna know what it feels like for you.”

Dew twitches, some choked-off, garbled sound worming its way out of his throat as his limp arms attempt to fold in on themselves. And even quicker than Aether can sense it, like he spoke it into existence, the fire ghoul is throwing his head back with a wail and cumming hard between their stomachs, cock standing ramrod straight in the air. 

“Ae–ah—ha-ah-th-h-er-her—” His face is painted with bliss, relief, and pleasure all at once, strained into an expression of sin itself. Aether’s gut twists at the sounds that pour from his open mouth, growing louder even as his cock sputters through the last of his release. 

“That’s it,” he breathes. “That’s—oh, fuck, Dew—” It’s one thing to feel Dew’s physical body as he spills, abs tensing, hips stuttering, cock growing wet and messy, but it’s another thing to feel what’s on the other side of it. How it builds in his thighs and his stomach, sensation zeroing in until it has nowhere else to go but out. The utter love that blooms in his mind and on his face as he’s gasping his name—the purest devotion and submission bursting from every cell. 

It’s the last thing Aether can admire before the pleasure ricochets through their bond and back into his own body, launching straight down to his gut without hesitation or mercy.

Aether shouts. Dew shivers. All he can do is hold onto him as he’s forced to ride out not only an orgasm of his own, but the remnants of Dew’s as well. Energy flowing back to him twofold and flowing down his form in full body tingles. 

He chants an endless stream of Dew Dew Dew, the name wrenched from his throat like an involuntary spasm, the contents of which he just can’t keep down. Lilac and crimson burst behind his eyes as they roll back. Vaguely, he can feel his cock pulse against Dew’s, balls fat and heavy as they just keep pumping. He doesn’t know how long it goes on for. How long he stays suspended in limitless euphoria. All he knows is pleasure and Dewdrop, and that’s enough to make him moan until his throat is raw. 

It’s many a moment before Aether floats back from that down to earth, quintessence having receded from his lover and settled back into his own center. Cock having squirted out all it could give, thighs having clenched and unclenched almost to the point of cramping, and arms having held Dew as close as (in)humanly possible. 

He feels a gentle wetness at his jaw, little presses of something against the sweat-dotted stubble. 

“Hmm,” Aether starts, sinking back into his body at the insistent, yet calming touch. “Dewbug . . .”

The fire ghoul gives a soft little chirp, which is paired with a flick of an ear against his shoulder. But he doesn’t answer right away, just continues to lap at Aether’s jaw like a mama cat to her kittens. 

“Crying,” he explains after a long moment. 

Aether sniffles. Blinks until the dampness at his lash line registers. “Didn’t realize,” he says with a weak chuckle. “That was so . . . intense, Dew I—”

“Don’t have to explain,” he shushes. “I felt it.” Dew snuggles closer, hissing slightly at the friction of their laps. But he settles and sighs, wrapping his arms around Aether’s middle. 

“Fuck, it was like . . .” he struggles for the words while he pets Dew’s sweaty hair. He laughs again, louder. “Like I came twice but at the same time.” 

Dew groans. “‘S like you were inside me, Aethe. Pokin’ all the right buttons.” 

The quintessence ghoul’s cock gives a half-hearted throb as he thinks about Dew’s head tipped back in ecstasy. “Satanas, I’ve never seen you like that. Felt you like that.”

“Baby, you can feel me like that aaanytime you want, unholy shit,” the fire ghoul says through a laugh. Aether can’t help but mirror his amusement, barking out a full-bellied laugh into the top of his head.

“I love you,” he says, shaking his head. He pulls Dew’s face from his neck so he can cradle it in front of his own. The fire ghoul smiles sleepily at him, purring at his touch. Aether’s heart skips a beat in his chest. He tangles his fingers in Dew’s hair as he pulls him close. 

“I love you so much,” he says against his lips. Kissing him chastely but with all the meaning he can muster.

“So sappy.” Dew smiles against his mouth and hums into another kiss, sneaking some tongue in before Aether eventually pulls away and pulls him back into an embrace. He rocks a little side to side, breathing in that sweet, post-coital scent Dew always has. Like brown sugar and rich chai underneath the salt and tang. Aether sighs contentedly. 

“Sleepy now,” he mutters, resting his cheek on the top of Dew’s head.

“Uh uh,” the fire ghoul protests, despite the yawn so clearly building up in his chest. “Sticky.”

“Think it’s your turn,” Aether teases with a pinch to his buttcheek. “If you want. Bath or just a towel is fine, too, firefly.” He’d do anything Dew wanted, but he’s simultaneously aware of the fact that if either of them attempted to stand up right now, their legs would be too jelly-like to hold them upright—and one cannot blame a ghoul for wanting to stay cuddled up to their mate, even if their stomachs are covered in spend. 

Thankfully, Dew gives him a quiet chirp and scoots down towards the end of the bed, tugging on Aether’s legs to make him stretch out. Something in his back pops, and he groans as he sinks into the blankets.

As he predicted, instead of dismounting the bed, Dew slinks back up to him and settles down between his thighs. Arms wrapping around his legs and hands tucking under the small of his back. 

“Don’t want me to feed it to you?” Aether runs a finger down his stomach where it’s streaked with white and cuts through one of the lines. Cum gathering on the tip of his fingernail. He wiggles it in front of Dew’s lips.

Dew licks it off, but then simply says: “No. Rest.” 

The quintessence ghoul rumbles appreciatively and settles further into the bed, drifting off to the sensation of Dew’s warm tongue on his skin.

[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.” 

[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

[miasmaghoul]

Gimme Shelter

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Aether/Dewdrop

Contains: mild hurt/comfort, transmasc Dew, quintosis (quintessence hypnosis) as I'm choosing to define it, objectification, Dew's daddy and praise kinks, a bunch of fuckin', multiple orgasms, squirting and crying (positive)

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"Please, Aeth," he says, soft and stunningly open, "I'll talk later, I just-" Dew gestures at his own head, waggling his fingers. Aether takes hold of his wrist, pressing a kiss to the back of Dew's hand.

"You sure?" Dewdrop nods, and Aether nods back. "You know what to say if you need to stop, right?" Another nod, but Aether doesn't return this one. Dewdrop knows the rules. "Words, Dew. I need you to say it." Dew sighs, resting his forehead against Aether's chest.

"I know Aeth, I promise." Dewdrop looks up again and Aether's fate is sealed by the look on his beautiful face. "Please. I need it gone."

"I've got you, firefly," he murmurs, pressing a kiss into Dew's hair, "I've got you."

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This started as a prompt from @st-danger and ended up as 4.5k of me fucking around with quintessence. Please note that I have been up all night writing it and honestly as this point I don't even know if it makes sense. Have it anyway!

Read the rest on AO3.

[sphylor]

Home Is Wherever I Am With You

Rating: Teen and up

Relationships: Aether/Swiss

Characters: Aether, Swiss, Rain, Dewdrop

Words: 4190

Summary:

“Doesn’t sound like you’re ok to me. You know I've watched you wince and whine all through the practice, right?”

Aether stayed silent and Swiss sighed.

“C'mere.” He motioned. Aether got up and walked over to the multi ghoul, sitting down beside him. “Hand.” Swiss demanded.

“Swiss, I swear I’m fi-”

“Satanas, Aether, just give me your fucking hand, man.”

OR

Aether reaches his breaking point and needs Swiss to help put him back together.

[ghcstcd]

I think about characters being quintessence drunk all the time...

[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.

[mancer-in-the-abbey]

So quintessence, right? I know that we as a fandom play fast and loose with what quintessence does and what quintessence ghouls are capable of. So far I’ve seen healing, telepathy, mind control/hypnosis, calming emotions, even body modification.

And yet, I also see quintessence characterized with having to do with stars and space and shit. Hell, I myself love the starry aesthetic with the quint ghouls.

So having said that, might i suggest a different avenue that Quintessence magic might manifest: gravity manipulation

Consider Aether’s little hops he does getting higher and higher in the air the more excited he gets!

Consider Omega making gravity push harder on himself so he can win a bet against Alpha who is fruitlessly trying to knock him over!

Imagine sleeping in the same bed as Phantom and waking up in the middle of the night to find your cuddle buddy floating 5 feet in the air, having taken all of the blankets with him!

Quintessence gravity shenanigans. Work with me on this, i think I’m onto something

[madangel19]

4. “Oh can you feel this?” 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼

Maybe with Swiss and a blushy shy Phantom?

~ @atmosghoul

This is absolutely fucking perfect for Phantom and Swiss @atmosghoul >:3

Warnings: Use of quintessence, hypnosis kink, thigh riding, start of oral sex, virgin!Phantom

Word Count: 1196

“Oh hey there, Buggy. What’s up?”

Phantom was surprisingly quiet as he walked into the ghoul den where Swiss was watching a movie alone. Swiss smiled over at him and chittered curiously when he noticed how the new ghoul looked at him nervously as if he wanted to ask him something. He had seen that look plenty of times before from his fellow pack members and siblings of sin. He was always more than happy to help them with whatever was troubling their poor minds.

Phantom chirped softly, clinging on to his tail as he looked from the movie and then back to him. 

“I…can’t sleep. I’ve been…thinking a lot about you and your…abilities…,” he trailed off, his cheeks turning an adorable light pink. 

Swiss’s smile grew as he beckoned the younger ghoul to join him on the couch. This was bound to happen sooner or later. Phantom had been too busy adjusting to the pack to have a moment alone with him like this.

“Do you want me to teach you how to use your abilities or do you want to relax?” Swiss asked once Phantom sat next to him. The ghoul was practically vibrating with restrained quintessence.

“I…I just want to relax…with you. Aurora talks a lot and she said spending time with you is amazing,” Phantom said, his cheeks turning even pinker as he gripped his tail. Fucking adorable.

“She’s absolutely right,” Swiss chuckled, his focus now on the younger ghoul. He kept looking down as if avoiding his gaze, but that would change very quickly. 

Swiss sniffed the air and smirked when he realized that there were no other scents from the rest of the pack members on him. He was somehow untouched by the others. Sunshine or Dewdrop would have gotten him by now. This was the perfect opportunity to fuck him first and rock his world.

“What do you want me to do, Buggy?” Swiss asked, planting a gentle hand on his shoulder while slowly reaching out to him with his quintessence. The younger ghoul’s shoulders slowly dropped as he sighed softly, looking over at him with a needy expression in his lavender eyes.

“Aurora said that…just kissing you…could make her feel high…Can you…kiss me?” Phantom asked, scooching closer to him. He let go of his tail and it moved on his own to wrap around Swiss’s tail. A rumbling purr filled the air as Swiss entwined his tail with Phantom’s keeping him close.

“Of course I can. Close your eyes,” Swiss ordered.

The younger ghoul did as he was told with a nervous chirp, his lips already puckered up. A part of Swiss wanted to slowly tease him and have him beg for it, but he would have time for that later. He was going to make him feel amazing. 

He reached out and palmed his cheek, his whole hand nearly enveloping the side of his head. Phantom immediately leaned into his touch with a soft purr, his face melting into a look of pure bliss.

“Your hand is warm,” he murmured, turning his head to kiss his palm and placing his hand over his. Swiss felt his heart skip a beat. Fuck, he was adorable and oh so trusting of him after just recently being summoned.

Swiss lightly brushed his thumb against Phantom’s soft lips, slowly prying his mouth open. The younger ghoul didn’t resist, his closed eyes twitching. He could feel the familiar pull of his quintessence drawing him in, but it wasn’t strong enough. He would have to get lots of practice from either him or Aether.

Swiss leaned in and kissed him. Phantom gasped softly before eagerly kissing him back. He tasted a lot like the sweet oranges that the church grew in their orchard. Simply delicious. Swiss deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into Phantom’s mouth and tasting him even more. He concentrated on his power before filling Phantom’s lungs with the sweet smelling lavender smoke he used to arouse his partners. His free hand went to palm Phantom’s pants and he smiled into the kiss when he felt Phantom gasp as he grew hard under his touch. 

“Oh, can you feel this, Buggy?” Swiss cooed, blowing a heart-shaped cloud of smoke at him after pulling away from the kiss. 

Phantom giggled drunkenly, nodding his head. Making his partners stupid from just a kiss was always amusing. Even with his more stronger willed partners who claimed they could resist his smoke always ended up looking like adorable drunken fools who wanted him and only him until the effects wore off. 

“Rory was right,” Phantom murmured, leaning forward and nuzzling Swiss’s chest, his hands slowly kneading his stomach. 

“You want some more, Buggy? I can turn your whole brain off if you want,” Swiss suggested, caressing his horns and getting a delightful shudder from him. Phantom looked up at him with a dopey smile on his lips before crawling into his lap, straddling him.

“Yes.”

Swiss cocked an eyebrow at him. This was definitely the perfect time to tease him.

“How do you ask nicely, Bug?” He asked, gently taking his chin and lifting it with two fingers.

“Yes…please,” Phantom murmured, his eyes half-lidded and unfocused as if he took a hit off a bong. 

“What do you want me to do to you after I kiss you?” Swiss asked, his smile growing when Phantom whined softly. The younger ghoul was growing more desperate as he began grinding against his thigh. The poor thing was so hard now. He would help him out after he told him what he wanted.

“I…want you to take me to my room…and…and fuck me…please,” Phantom moaned, gripping Swiss’s shirt like his life depended on it. Such a needy little thing. Swiss was going to enjoy this more than anything.

“Good boy,” he purred, kissing him again and giving him everything. Phantom melted in his arms, giggling softly into the kiss. 

Moments passed and Swiss pulled away from the kiss to admire his work. Phantom blinked slowly at him, looking all the more drunken and aroused as he smiled back at him.

“Let’s get you to your room now, Buggy. We have a long night together,” Swiss said, standing up. He paused when Phantom grabbed his hand, preventing him from moving away. He chittered curiously, looking back at the younger ghoul. 

“I changed my…mind…I…don’t wanna move. Can we fuck here…please?” He stammered before sitting back on the couch. He was already attempting to unbutton his pants, but the poor thing was obviously struggling with them. 

Swiss purred and quickly moved to kneel between Phantom’s legs, caressing his thighs and feeling his muscles relax under his touch. Even when kneeling, he still towered over the smaller ghoul. He was going to turn him into putty just like he did with Aurora.

“Of course we can, Buggy,” he whispered as he began unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off, freeing his hard cock. He chittered softly as he lightly touched it, making Phantom moan. 

“You ready, Bug?” Swiss asked.

Phantom nodded eagerly and Swiss’s smile grew even more as he inched closer to his cock, his lips nearly on it.

“Use your words, little buddy.”

“I…I am.”

“Good boy.”

[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

Read the rest under the cut, or on AO3!

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.”

[cosmicseafoam]

Oh my god a thought

Swiss taking Phantom to bed, talking up all the things he’s gonna do to them. How he’s gonna make them cry and beg. But as soon as they’re both stripped down and Swiss gets a single hand on their skin, he can feel the crackle of quintessence. He cocks his head, confused. Phantoms got their hands on the bed, this can’t be happening, right? But then his eyes are swirling with purple galaxies, glazed over, mouth ajar and drool starting to pool. He tries to shake his head and snap himself out of it but he can’t. Can’t move a muscle, can barely register the whine that escapes him before Phantom smiles at him and everything goes black.

The other quint ghouls getting a little frustrated thinking that Phantom isn’t trying hard enough or doesn’t care about learning how to harness their quintessence

What no one realises is that they’re so powerful they can kinda just do what they want. Doesn’t even have to use their hands.

The others learn this the hard way when they watch Swiss challenge Phantom to a staring contest and within a few seconds Swiss is falling asleep and Phantom smirks and goes back to their game.

[sentientgolfball]

Ghoul Files: Aether

Welcome to my little series of ghoul character sheets. The Files are basically little living documents of how I headcanon/characterize each ghoul. I've made one for every ghoul (yes every ghoul) and I'll be slowly uploading them alphabetically by era just for the hell of it.

Starting with Impera/Prequelle we have Aether :3

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Name: Aether 

Element: quintessence

Pronouns: he/him 

Powers: can heal minor to moderate wounds, soothe emotions, hypnosis, can read surface-level thoughts (has to be focused in order to dig any deeper), can read emotions, dream share 

Love language (giving): He is very versatile and will adapt but his default is acts of service and physical touch. 

Love language (receiving): gift-giving by far. He melts when someone hands him something because it makes them think of him. Also physical touch. Big boy likes to hold and be held. 

Pairings: When not with the whole pack Aether can typically be found in the company of Dew and Mountain. He tries to have time with Zephyr and Ifrit but it’s so hard with how busy he is, so he clings to the others from his original Topside pack. However, since the summoning of Phantom he also sticks to them. He wants to be a good influence on the little bug. 

Influential Others: Omega is probably one of the most influential people in Aether’s life. He taught him how to play guitar for the band. He taught him more about his quintessence than he could’ve ever discovered on his own. Even after all this time and all his experience, he can’t see himself as equal to Omega. Omega will always be his mentor. Cirrus also means a lot to him. She’s the ghoul who finally got him to take a chill pill, finally got him to understand it's genuinely okay to take time for yourself when you need it. They remind each other of that lesson when things get stressful. 

Kinds of People Liked: This is a bit difficult to pinpoint for Aether because he is a quintessence ghoul. He can sense baseline emotions, he can sense deeper thoughts and feelings if he prods. He generally likes most people unless he senses something strange in a bad way. 

Kinds of People Disliked: the type of people that’ll turn his Protector Mode on. So people who he senses violent/harmful/hateful thoughts/feelings from, people who take things for granted. He has lost a lot and has seen his pack lose a lot so it just rubs him wrong when he sees people who can’t appreciate what they’ve got. 

Life in the Pits: Aether’s life in the Pits is…something he regrets deeply since he’s been Topside. He used to be in a rather large pack with an even larger territory. Over half of them slowly got wiped out by an illness that had worked its way into the caves where they resided, something immune to quintessence healing. Aether blamed himself for it. He was the leader of one of the small hunting parties, the only members of the pack who consistently went in and out of the caves. If an illness was brought back it had to have been from a hunting party. Aether took it upon himself to make sure nothing like that ever happened again. He used illusions to hide the cave and essentially kept the remainders under a slight quintosis. Just enough so he could monitor their health, could keep them from leaving. He didn’t want to lose anyone else. 

Sense of Humor: shitty dad jokes. He thinks they’re hilarious and he will make them any opportunity he gets. 

Basic Nature: He is a protector. Honestly kind of like a dad/mom friend. Snacks? He’s got it. Hurt? He’ll use his quintessence before you can even register the pain. Something he doesn’t have the answer for? Well, let’s go find who can help. 

Compulsions/Habits: He always is the last one to turn in for the night. He wants to make sure everyone either gets back to the den safe or that everything is secure before the pack rests. He has a bad habit of believing his quint can fix everything. He’ll get obsessive if he can’t heal something right away, overusing it on his patient. It’s gotten better since Dew told him off after his transition, but it’s still present. 

Fears: He fucking hates animatronics. The uncanny valley is too much (which is funny considering he’s literally a demon, but Swiss nearly got his brain melted when he pointed that out). 

Attitude Towards own Body: no real strong opinion. He doesn’t hate himself, but he’s also not flaunting. He’s just content. 

Sees Self As: the first line of defense for his pack, but also someone soft and approachable. 

Hobbies: He loves to read, something about fiction and stories makes him feel almost human. He also likes to knit but with his work in the infirmary he hardly ever has time to anymore. 

Pastimes: When he’s not super busy he likes to go down to the nursery and read to the children and kits. He also loves to study the stars. He creates his own constellation maps. 

Collections: he keeps every little drawing/craft/gift he gets from either his pack or the children/kits. Like I mean everything. The box looks like a trash can filled with paper and glitter but he keeps it and adds to it. He still has all of the things that were thrown to him when he was touring. 

Reading Materials Preferred: He’s a sucker for romance novels. 

Most Prized Possession: A Polaroid of his original pack (Zephyr, Ifrit, Mountain, and Dew) prior to Dew’s elemental transition. It’s the only physical evidence of what Dew looked like before.

Favorite Colors: Warmer colors 

Favorite Foods: He likes something that’ll warm him up, something filling. His absolute favorite food is creamy mushroom soup. Of course, there’s also his Thing with bananas. 

General Likes: going to museums, colder weather, astronomy, moths

General Dislikes: crowded areas (makes the quintessence buzz), artificial raspberry flavor, cotton bedsheets, snails

Is Seen By Others As: someone to rely on. Someone you can go to with anything no matter how frivolous. 

Typical First Impression: A giant bear in the best way possible. Big strong ghoul. Maybe a little intimidating at first. 

Morning Routine: Go find Mountain and make sure he’s not running himself ragged already. Check with Omega in case he needs help in the infirmary. Go back to the den real quick for some breakfast with whoever is awake by then. Go do his daily chores. 

Evening Routine: He usually comes back from the infirmary in the middle of dinner so he quickly washes up before joining. After dinner he gets some much needed cuddle time on the couch as everyone slowly goes to bed one by one. Once everyone is all accounted for, depending on the night’s activities, he’ll clean up the common area before lighting some incense to help him sleep. 

Strongest Character Trait: His tenderness. He has a strong element and an even stronger body. He can hurt very easily, but he doesn’t. He has soft hands, a soft heart. He’s loving, tender, romantic in just about everything he does. 

Weakest Character Trait: He’s a hypocrite. Constantly fussing over others and telling Mountain he works too hard while he’d turn around and ignore basic self-care if someone needed him. He’s also caring to a fault; it will sometimes lead to him forgiving and forgetting behaviors he shouldn’t. Though, in his defense when he can sense emotions and thoughts it gets hard to rationalize sometimes. 

Mental/Emotional Blocks : sometimes treats Dew (and the rest of the pack but not to the same degree) like they’re helpless. He gets overprotective because of the transition and on bad days it’ll result in him being a bit controlling or overbearing. He’s gotten much better at self correcting this behavior, but sometimes it can still rear its ugly head. 

Chores/other job: He is basically Omega’s assistant. He primarily helps in the infirmary, but on occasion he helps Omega with his other duties. This includes preparing and leading rituals, help newly summoned ghouls acclimate, and taking care of the Ministry’s protective wards. 

Long Term Goals: He’d like to have a kit of his own some day. Dew is trying to argue for naming rights, but Aether can be stubborn if he wants to. Dew says if their kit is quint he gets to name them.  

Present Problems: He feels guilt for retiring from the band. He knew it was what he needed, but watching his pack leave without him was hard. He felt like he was abandoning them. Even now that they’re back, he knows another tour will be coming and he’ll have to do it all over again. 

One Line Characterization: Aether is a strong yet soft ghoul who puts others before himself. 

Room Description: His room is very tidy and organized. He has a queen-sized canopy bed. It always smells of incense. He has his guitars mounted on his wall. The overhead light is never on, he always uses two small lamps to light the space. He has various nightlights plugged in, not for himself, but in case a ghoul comes to him for comfort in the middle of the night. He has a potted scilla sitting on his window. His mirror is packed with various pictures of the other ghouls, Terzo, and Copia. 

Summoning: Despite his summoning being done in a hurry after Delta’s transition fell through, it went off without a hitch. He was more confused than anything, but after that wore off he became horribly curious about everything around him. However, when the novelty wore off, he fell into a depression. He was absolutely exhausted from continuously using his magick for years upon years and from the summoning. That and he couldn’t help but think about his pack, how they’ve lost yet another member. 

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Favorite position: He absolutely loves watching his partner ride him. Honestly, just any position where he can see their face. 

Dom/sub: He is always always going to be the dom, albeit a soft dom. The only people he has ever subbed for and will ever sub for is Mountain and Cirrus. He’s always soft though, the only way to get him to be meaner is to essentially plan it days in advance like an event…or wait for his rut. 

Risk: He’s not super into risky stuff but he’s willing to play along if it’s what his partner wants. Though this goes right out the window when he’s in the mood for some quintosis or a medfet scene. 

Kinks: Big breeding kink, he is always going to cum inside. Daddy kink, the need to be a protector definitely bleeds into bed. Bit of a voyeur but he’ll never admit it. Using his quintessence, he loves to tap into the mind of his partner and let them feel everything he is thinking and feeling and vice versa (also uses it to edge and deny on those occasions he’s mean). 

Aftercare: He takes his partner straight to the shower. Always. He’ll bathe them if he has to. After that, he’ll pull out his stash of food and drinks and then it’s cuddles for the rest of the night. If it’s like the middle of the day it will take a miracle for him to get out of bed and away from whoever he was with. Also uses his quintessence to soothe sore muscles and coax to sleep. 

Noise level: He’s surprisingly talkative during. Mainly check-ins and praise though. Other than that, at first, he’ll try to stifle his grunts and growls to focus on the other but after a while, he just goes full send. 

Surprise: He has a thing with his horns that was even a surprise to himself when he first discovered it. Also big fat medfet. Like to the point where he’ll always try to keep a spare room open in the infirmary for him to sneak someone into. 

[arcaneacolyte]

Mesermize - Kinktober Day 2 (Quintosis)

Summary: Terzo has heard mention from his other ghouls that Omega’s power over Quintessence is so strong that he can take control of your mind and body if he wanted to. And while Omega has relented to curing a few aches and pains sustained by Papa during this tour, the curiosity that springs in his mind refuses to leave him alone.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Omega/Terzo

Words: 3,402

Contains: Hypnosis, Quintessence as Hypnosis, Mind and Body Control, Orgasm Control, Forced Orgasm, Hands Free Orgasm, Sex Magic, Dirty Talk, Implied Polyghouls, Mildly Dubious Consent (because of Quintosis, but both parties are enthusiastically consenting), Light Humiliation/Degradation, Light Dumbification.

Omega’s own mouth quirks at the sound, but he doesn’t dignify his Papa with a response until the Ghoul is close enough that their legs are touching one another. “Word around the pack is that you’re….interested…..in what my magic has to offer.”

Terzo curses Alpha and Zephyr and both of them again for good measure as he stares up at his rhythm guitarist, who tilts his head expectantly. He swallows again, and resists the urge to wring his gloves hands together. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

“Can you really use your Quintessence as mind control?”

It’s a rather simple definition, considering the breadth and width of exactly what Omega could do to a fragile human mind and body, but he nods his assent, still towering over the little human, staring up at him with already blown pupils. Omega tweaks the reigns of the bits of Quintessence that he’s already allowed to leak out, watching as the little fog leaves Terzo’s eyes long enough for him to focus. 

“In layman's terms, Papa…..yes.” Omega replies simply, before shifting to settle down next to his Papa on the couch. Even like this, he towers over the little human. “And more….”

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Of course it’s Alpha who first puts the idea in his head. Terzo had made an innocent comment about Omega’s Quintessence abilities after the guitarist had removed a splitting headache that had been nagging him for days, and Alpha had snickered in that way of his that always meant trouble—

“He could make you stupid out of your mind with pleasure with just a few well placed tendrils of the stuff and a couple of words. Headaches are child’s play …”

And isn’t that an interesting thought that Terzo didn’t take seriously in any way, shape, or form and absolutely didn’t have him rock hard and tugging himself to orgasm stupidly fast when he thought everyone had finally gone to sleep on the bus later that night.

It couldn't be true, right? It was just Alpha trying to rile up mischief due to boredom again. He did it all the time, being a fire ghoul trapped in a metal box in extremely close proximity with his pack for sometimes the span of six whole months. He just liked to make trouble. 

It got worse when Zephyr all but confirmed it. 

Despite their Dark Lord’s gift of life, Zephyr was plagued by chronic pains that seemed almost human, and they usually had sessions at least once a week where Omega would apparently give them a ‘tune up’. As if reaching into one’s corporeal form and rearranging nerves and pain receptors as much as they could to relieve built up stress and pain could be described in the same way one would ‘tune up’ a guitar before a performance.

Never mind that Omega and the rest of their pack—including Terzo when he noticed a particularly bad pain day for the Air Ghoul one Ritual when the air was colder than expected—told Zephyr that if the pain got truly too horrible to stand that they didn’t have to power through, but they always waved them off, claiming that it was their Dark Lord’s will for some to suffer more than others in their service. 

“It’s like for those blissful moments that his magic is inside you—“ Terzo noticed the twinkle in the Air Ghoul’s eye as they answered his completely non discreet question about what Omega’s Quintessence felt like during their ‘sessions’. “—nothing else matters but what he’s saying, what he’s doing. Your senses are completely engulfed in him, and everything else pales in comparison.”

He shamefully tugged himself off again the same night he learned this too.

Surely they were messing with him. Surely they could smell the stupid desperation on him when he not so slyly asked the rest of the pack—sans Omega, he couldn’t ask him of course—what Omega’s Quintessence could do .

It caught up with him, as things he hyperfixates on are wont to do. Unfortunately, in a life of Satanic hedonism, Terzo was not one to be subtle when it came to something that caught his sometimes tenuous interest.

Also unfortunately, he liked Omega too much and in a way that made his heart clench funny when he thought about it too deeply. He wasn’t going to bring this up to the Quintessence Ghoul himself. He was just going to keep talking to the others in the pack and fantasize about it until he pulled his dick raw.

Omega—thankfully in hindsight—deemed that two weeks of this shenaniganary was enough to see whether Terzo was going to get over it and move on, or if he was still going to be balls deep in the fantasy of using his Quintessence on him.

Once it was deemed that the latter was more likely the case than the former, he brought it up to Terzo himself. Of course he did, he wasn’t oblivious to the new exciting thing to play with among the rest of his pack: Terzo’s very clear and obvious sexual interest in his Quintessence.

“Papa…” Omega’s deep voice somehow cuts through every noise to get Terzo’s attention as they leave the stage after their encore, the sound of the crowd still roaring for them igniting the blood in Terzo’s veins. Rituals always made them keyed up, Terzo as well, and he turned to Omega with bright mis-matched eyes and a crooked smile.

“Omega! Il mio bel demone! ” He says, reaching up to clap the Quintessence Ghoul on the shoulder. “Wonderful Ritual, mio amico !”

Omega smiles behind his mask, and easily reaches down to place a hand gently across the human’s back, enjoying the scent spike of sudden interest pouring off of Terzo in obvious waves. He would roll his eyes and shake his head fondly were Terzo not looking directly at him now, those mis-matched eyes zeroed in. “Follow me, Papa?” He asks, not unkindly, and Terzo nods at him a little dumbly after taking a moment to glance around at the other Ghouls in the most stupidly obvious manner. Omega can’t help a fond smile. Oh, little Terzo…..

He guides the Dark Pope in a different direction than their peers backstage, and Omega feels the looks and smug smiles thrown their way as they branch off by themselves. He can almost feel the unspoken questions across their pack bond. “Going to finally give him what he’s been too chicken shit to ask for?” "Don't break him, Omega~"

There are places secure enough in the venue to do this where the aftermath might be a little bit uncomfortable for Terzo, but damn Omega twice as he leads him to the green room, figuring the couch there would be better suited for his plans for Terzo. He’s not too proud a Ghoul to say he has a soft spot for the little human.

Perhaps more than a soft spot, but that’s not for him to ruminate on now.

The Anti-Pope had been silent for long moments during their journey, but as Omega opens the door and brings them into the green room, his famous silver tongue finally seems to catch up with him. “Omega, Che cos'è?”

“Have a seat, Papa,” Omega replies casually, using a small push to nudge the Dark Pope off in his desired direction. He shuts the door to the green room behind him, and locks the door.

Oh, Satan . The sound of the lock echoes in Terzo’s ears and he looks over his shoulder at Omega as he stops halfway on his journey to the couch. “Omega?” He asks warily of the Ghoul, a sudden spike of fear ratcheting up his heart rate.

Well, not exactly fear , but….. anticipation ? Good or bad, Terzo didn’t know.

“Please sit, Papa….” Omega gently prods, keeping his eyes carefully off of the human, but allowing just a little bit of Quintessence suggestion trickle out into the atmosphere of the room. Physically he busies himself with removing his mask and setting it carefully down on the vanity near the door. 

Oh, Lucifer’s black beach , Terzo had forgotten how handsome Omega was. He reaches the couch and sits without really realizing he’s gotten there until he is, and something in the air makes his infernal eye twitch and the air feel heavy. His heart still jackrabbits in his chest, but he watches Omega’s open and careful movements, waiting for whatever it is Omega has planned. He can’t help the shameful kick of his cock at the idea of being at Omega’s mercy.

Those lavender eyes flick up and lock onto Terzo’s with laser-like accuracy.

Terzo swallows roughly and he throbs in his slacks.

He’s screwed, he’s so fucking screwed.

“I heard an interesting rumor, Papa….” Omega keeps his voice low, calm, his tone curious with only a hint of accusation in it.

The Papa in question swallows roughly, unable to keep his eyes away from Omega’s. The heavy feeling in the air as the Quintessence Ghoul stalks forward causes a fog to start its descent on his mind. And stalking really is what it should be called, Omega’s large form carefully approaching, but with an air of a predator. He’s got Terzo right where he wants him, and all the little human can do is squish himself further against the back of the couch and hope for the best. “O-oh?” His voice cracks and Terzo can feel the heat of his blush under his paint.

Omega’s own mouth quirks at the sound, but he doesn’t dignify his Papa with a response until the Ghoul is close enough that their legs are touching one another. “Word around the pack is that you’re….interested…..in what my magic has to offer.”

Terzo curses Alpha and Zephyr and then both of them again for good measure as he stares up at his rhythm guitarist, who tilts his head expectantly. He swallows again, and resists the urge to wring his gloves hands together. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound.

“Can you really use your Quintessence as mind control?”

It’s a rather simple definition, considering the breadth and width of exactly what Omega could do to a fragile human mind and body, but he nods his assent, still towering over the little human who stares up at him with already blown pupils. Omega tweaks the reigns of the bits of Quintessence that he’s already allowed to leak out, watching as the little fog leaves Terzo’s eyes long enough for him to focus.  It’s delicious.

“In layman's terms, Papa…..yes.” Omega replies simply, before shifting to settle down next to his Papa on the couch. Even like this, he towers over the little human. “And more….”

Those somehow innocent eyes brighten at the notion Omega puts forward, and hedonist that he is, Terzo jumps into it without any interest in self preservation. “More?” he asks, voice cracking slightly as he seems to come to the realization that he probably shouldn’t sound so excited at that prospect.

Omega’s smile spreads further across his face, however, open and inviting despite how predatory is still seems. The Ghoul reaches a grey clawed hand so much bigger than Terzo’s own to reach and trace a talon so delicately down the human’s cheek. “Oh Papa…..what I could show you and make you do would surely turn you mad with pleasure….”

Terzo’s cock is already pressed hard against his zipper. Oh finally, finally , after fantasizing about this for every single free moment his brain has had since he learned about it, Omega was going to show him exactly what he could do to with his Quintessence. “ Per favore ,” he whines, reaching a gloved hand to grip the Ghoul’s wrist like it were his only lifeline. “Omega, per favore! ”

Omega pets at the human’s hair with his free hand, before pressing in with just the lightest bits of Quintessence, allowing the human to relax for just a moment and focus. “Are you sure, Papa?”

“So sure!” Terzo immediately answers, and Omega chuckles. Oh, his Papa.

“Will you put yourself in my hands to take care of….to pleasure?” Omega mutters, gently twining the magical flow enough to make Terzo’s erection kick sharply in his slacks, making the anti-pope’s hips buck at the motion. 

The human swallows thickly. “Yes.”

“To torture? ” Omega can’t help but ask.

The gurgle out of Terzo’s mouth shouldn’t be as attractively as it is. “ Per favore~ ”

“If I feel you stop enjoying it I will pull away….” Omega states solidly, brooking no argument.

And sweet little Terzo just shakes his head minutely. “You could do whatever you want to me, mio demone. ”

Omega growls low in his Papa’s ear. “Be careful what you wish for.”

The next thing Terzo is aware of is that his limbs and eyelids are starting to get heavy, and his outer focus is shrinking rapidly, until the only thing that he can concentrate on is the white hot pleasure that’s throbbing in his cock. The human tries to reach to grip at himself, or buck to release some modicum of pressure that’s pulsating through his veins, but he finds that he can do neither, and can only stare at how his erection kicks underneath the zipper of his slacks.

“So easy for me,” Omega purrs, gently petting at Terzo’s hair again. That must be where he’s releasing his Quintessence, Terzo thinks for one solid cognizant moment. But then it’s replaced with a quickly descending fog and his thoughts slow down to where the only things in his head are Omega’s name and how desperately he needs to come.

“‘Mega~” he whines, his mouth feeling thick and useless at forming words. The Ghoul hears him easily though, and he chuckles again in Terzo’s ear.

“Doesn’t that feel nice? The way I’m tugging at your cock?”

The Dark Pope is confused for a few long seconds. Omega isn’t touching his cock. The only thing Omega is touching is—

And then it hits him, a distinct and familiar feeling of a large, hot hand tugging sharply at his cock, wringing pleasure out of him so fiercely that Terzo keens out a sharp moan.

However it doesn’t make any sense. He clearly feels a hand jacking off his cock, but his eyes only see his erection frantically twitching in his slacks. When the realization hits him, he almost feels like he’s cumming already.

“Oh, there it is…….your slow little brain finally caught up with us, didn’t it?” Omega teases, curling a loose lock of hair back behind his Papa’s ear. “But that’s alright, you can’t help it….I made you this way, after all.”

Satan lives this is so far beyond Terzo’s hopes and dreams and fantasies that his mind can hardly keep up. This is what Zephyr meant that when Omega had his Quintessence in you, all you cared about was what he was saying, what he was doing, and everything else pales in comparison.

The ecstasy at this revelation makes Omega purr against his temple, listening to Terzo whine and moan and watching his hips twitch in an effort to thrust uselessly against Omega’s control. Oh, sweet Papa.

“Lets get this cock out so I can make it a mess, shall we?” Omega says suddenly. Or is it? Terzo can’t tell, but he doesn’t quite care for more than a moment when he sees Omega reaching and freeing Terzo’s flushed, sticky erection from his equally sticky slacks and underwear. “Leaking for me, Papa?”

Terzo would throw his head back if he could. “Omegaaa~” he whines instead.

The large Ghoul simply shushes him gently, and continues with his steady flow and tweaking of Quintessence. Less here, more here, arranged differently here. Twitching, twining, tinkering, guiding, showing Terzo a mere fraction of what he can really do. He wonders if reminding the little human of that fact would send him over the edge.

“Doesn’t my power feel good, Papa?”

“ Yeah ,” Terzo whines stupidly, drunk on Quintessence and staring at his twitching, dripping cock jutting out of his slacks. He still feels that tight squeezing pleasure of a hand doing its best to rip his orgasm out of him, and he’d be frustrated that he can’t buck into it if his mind could comprehend anything more than, ‘Good, Omega, pleasure, Omega, gonna cum, pleasure, Omega ’.

He whines for his Ghoul again, and Omega hushes him. “This is just a taste, Papa……there is so much more I could do to you…”

“P-per favore~” Terzo’s throat clicks as he swallows thickly through the word, and whines sharply as the telltale signs of orgasm start to brew deep within his core. 

Oh , he suddenly realizes. Omega is going to make me cum without actually touching me at all.

And what a wonderful thought that is, that lasts only mere seconds before Omega carefully takes it away. “I want you to cum, s̶̯͇̣̈̀̊͝ͅn̸̺̣̻̂̎̑ļ̴̄̋̆̆͝ͅń̴̜̤̠̮̠͗ʌ̶̻̱͔̈́̂ͅɹ̶̳͚͕̩͖̌͌̓͝͝ɐ̴̞̜͇̂͌d̶̫̳͖̑̌̋.” Omega purrs lowly in Terzo’s ear, unable to keep the arousal out of his voice anymore. Seeing his Papa like this, pleasureful and at the mercy of his whims? The Quintessence ghoul shivers and can’t help but send another greedy tendril of magic down his Papa’s spine.

The Dark Pope’s moans and whines are frantic now, as is his begging. He doesn’t even realize he’s speaking or for how long until it registers that one of the sounds that he’s been hearing as he’s staring at his jerking cock is Omega’s name tumbling slurred from his lips. He could be drooling for all he knows, but doesn’t care. All that matters now is that Omega is going to make him cum. “G’a—cum~” Terzo helpfully supplies, 

“That’s right,” Omega praises softly. “You are…..”

He waits another selfish thirty seconds before he tweaks one final pulse of magic right against the pleasure centers of Terzo’s mind, flooding it and watching the aftermath with greedy, predatory arousal.

He allows Terzo’s body to jackknife and tremble, body out of control as he experiences his mind numbing orgasm. Omega moans at the feedback pleasure through the bond and through his magic, purring deeply as he watches Terzo fall apart.

As for Terzo, all thoughts completely stopped the moment Omega allowed him to cum. He’s heard of blacking out while orgasming, but he is entirely aware of the sensations going throughout his body, even if at the current moment he can’t name any of them. Pleasure so white hot it's almost cold rocks through the entirety of his body, leaving his mind and his fingers tingling as he bucks and wails over, and over and over. It’s so strange, but the pleasure almost has a name, and he whines sharper when he realizes that name is Omega. For one solid eternal and yet somehow flashing second, he is truly enveloped by Omega and his magic, and it’s the most pleasurable thing that he’s ever felt in his life. Time stops, everything stops, and all that is left behind is pleasure and Omega.

He doesn’t know how long it takes to get back to himself, but when he does, he looks up at Omega, eyes somehow unfocused and not at the same time. It takes another long moment for him to regain physical feeling, and somehow he feels spent yet still keyed up, a wild mix of satisfaction and residual desire. Forgetting, he tries to reach up to pet at Omega’s shoulder and perhaps his face, but silly him, his arm doesn’t move. He settles for wiggling his body as much as he can, which isn’t much. “ Grazie, ” he slurs. “W’s so good….”

Omega chuckles, and leans down to mutter lowly in Terzo’s ear. “What are you talking about, s̶̯͇̣̈̀̊͝ͅn̸̺̣̻̂̎̑ļ̴̄̋̆̆͝ͅń̴̜̤̠̮̠͗ʌ̶̻̱͔̈́̂ͅɹ̶̳͚͕̩͖̌͌̓͝͝ɐ̴̞̜͇̂͌d̶̫̳͖̑̌̋?” His finger traces up the human’s arm with a featherlight touch, but it feels like sparks anyway. It zips up his arm then down through his chest, and Terzo follows the sensation with his eyes as best he can. The motion is still slow and foggy, but it’s almost as if he can see the Quintessence move, thrumming through his veins until it settles in the depths of his groin and makes his hard cock kick sharply and leave a string of precum against his dress shirt.

No, that can’t be right, he came already. He came so long and hard there’s no doubt that it happened! But no, his cock stands hard and true, flushed a deep red and dripping like a goddamn faucet. A panicky slurred whine leaves his lips, and Omega’s chuckle this time is quite a bit darker. 

The only reason that Terzo can rock his head to a more upward angle to look at Omega is because the Quintessence Ghoul allows it to be so. His smile is full of sharp fangs and sharper intentions. Papa lets out a confused whine this time, and the large Ghoul can’t help but coo softly at him, like he’s just figuring out something so simple. His cock blurts another sticky pearl of cum down its shaft. 

“Oh, little Terzo…..” Omega says, low, dangerous, and so sexy that Terzo is helpless against the crashing wave of pleasurable Quintessence his Ghoul sends his way. He keens and tries to buck his hips but he still can’t , and Omega above him goes weirdly double as his eyes cross in pleasure. 

“O-omega?” Terzo asks, voice wobbling with the tears threatening to fall down his cheeks. 

“I’m far from done with you…” Omega finishes, and Terzo’s resounding scream as another orgasm crashes through him can be heard clear as a bell from outside the green room.

He’s so, so incredibly fucked.

[wrathofrats]

Kinktober day 2

Quintosis control and tail sex

Aether x phantom

Prompts by @kroas-adtam

Aether giving phantom a fun little lesson on what their quintessence can do. Cw obv for hypnosis and slight dub con, but phantom clearly says he’s ok with it !!

1k words of tail masterbation, quint fuckery, aether is a good little teacher. He’s also a freak. Slight humiliation and objectification but it’s light

The blindfold is soft where it sits tied neatly behind phantoms head. Ropes dig into his wrists. He kneels silently on the floor in front of the chair in aethers room. The ghoul attempts to ignore the ache, not quite used to being in the position for more than a couple minutes, and instead tries to focus on his other senses.

Like the way aethers room smells of cloves and sandalwood, or the noise of aether flipping pages of his book in front of him. A book of quintessential knowledge, something he knows aether knows back to front. Only has out for the so called lesson aether has asked him to be here for today.

So when aether binds his hands and blinds him, phantom gets confused about the supposed teaching moment that he has expected to happen. But aether told him theres no better lesson than one you can teach yourself.

Phantom is good. He stays quiet. Trusts his mentor.

He listens to aether read phantom the essence of what he was supposed to be learning. A chapter on how to control someone, how to use the quintessence to move their body for you.

A heat runs down his spine as he realizes what he would be doing today, or more so what aether would be doing to him. The combination of knowing the general idea of what the plan was but not knowing the specifics of whatever depravity aethers mind could come up with turned phantom on more than he would like to admit, however it was probably more than obvious by the way his cock stood at full attention against his stomach.

“Are you almost ready for it shadow?” Aether asks him, more than aware phantoms caught on to his plan in some form. It’s hard to hold back a smirk at the smaller ghoul, exposed and wanting in front of him. Waiting patiently.

“Yes sir” phantom responds. Aether feels a pang of pride at the response. Doesn’t even have to prompt him. Phantom learns best under a firm hand and strict rules he’s found out.

“I’m going to be controlling you. Your body will do what I want it to. Are you ok with this?”

“Yes sir”

Aether smiles “good boy”

A gentle hand comes to caress the back of phantoms head and neck, before a cascading warmth is felt run down his body. He feels light headed, calm and docile. Like he’s simply watching a movie of his own sensations.

“You still have control of your head so you can communicate with me. Though usually with this spell that is not the case, nod if you understand.”

Phantom nods. He notices he can’t move his lips, but he’s sure this is intended.

“You will shake your head no as your safe word. Demonstrate for me”

He shakes his head

“Good boy”

His limbs feel like static, he gives the spell a couple tests by attempting to move each arm, his legs, no use.

He doesn’t want to admit how excited it makes him.

He feels his knees start to part on their own from where he had been sitting on them. It feels as if there’s strings attached to his legs as he knows aether is the one pulling them apart with the quintessence.

“I’m going to bend you over, going to expose you all for myself, ok bug?”

Phantom blushes, nods. He feels his torso lower to the ground, face and chest against the carpet with his ass in the air, hole on full display for aether to gawk at. He feels like a doll almost like this. Fully out of control and made to present.

“You’re so pretty spread out for me shadow” aether chimes, small chuckle in his voice with the knowledge that he’s the one making him do this, doesn’t have a choice but to be spread out. He can feel his cock drip with the feeling of being exposed like this.

“Gonna have you touch yourself ok?” Phantom nods once again. He’s confused, his hands are bound behind his back and he’s face down ass up on aether carpet, he doesn’t understand what aether wants, more so is going to *make* him do

He feels his tail wrap around his thigh

Oh

The spade of his tail swipes across the leaking tip of his cock, he wants to moan, thrust his hips into it. He stays still.

“Being so good for me phantom” aether coos, it seems almost mocking. He makes phantom raise back up to a seated position between his own legs. His tail continues to spread his pre along his shaft.

“Got such a pretty cock bug” it was a cute little thing. Only about 4 inches, bright reddish purple at the tip, curved slightly, but the thing leaked obscenely when he was really turned on, and especially when someone called it cute or pretty, it was one of aethers favorite moves to pull out. Phantom threw his head back at the language, letting his tail stroke him slowly. It was hard for aether not to notice how he leaked over the tail too. Poor messy little thing.

Aether made him speed up. Really trying to get him off now instead of teasing him. Phantom could feel the warmth build in his stomach, wondered if he could cum like this, if aether would let him while under the quintessence.

He quickly realizes the answer is probably no. The feeling kept building up, feeling like he could tip over the edge at any second but he simply wouldn’t, he couldn’t he realized.

“Do you want to cum shadow?”

He nods enthusiastically

“Alright, cum for me phantom”

The feeling of his orgasm quickly racks his body, shakes, cock spurts cum all over his stomach and leaks down his tail. He wants to whine, rock his hips with it.

As he comes down aether undoes the spell, let’s phantom be in control of himself again.

“You alright bug?”

“Yes, thank you sir” phantom croaks out as he stretches his muscles, the quintessence having the bound tight.

He realizes as he comes back to that he didn’t let himself orgasm, aether made him. He used to the quintessence to make him cum

It’s something phantom doesnt think he will be able to stop thinking about.

[forlorn-crows]

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WHY DID I READ THIS AT WORK HNNNNNN HEL P

Kinktober, day 2. Quintnosis Control

Pairing: Aether/Rain

Words: 2,619

Contains: Mental mind fuckery, quintessence abuse, quintnosis not verbally consented to but still consensual, dirty thoughts, stupidification, light degradation, resistance play, cock fixation

Summary: Aether proposes a bet, one Rain is all too smug to agree to. An easy win under his belt, a nice stroke to his ego, all he had to do was go a day without getting fucked. Rain can manage that without an issue...Probably.

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"That's it?" Rain shifted his weight, hip cocking out as he folded his arms. The look he gave the other ghoul was nothing short of wary, narrowed eyes and an arched brow.

"That's it," Aether confirmed with a partial nod.

"What's the catch?"

"I'm hurt you'd think I'd be so underhanded, guppy." He laid a hand over his heart in offense. Frowning, fixing him with sad violet eyes. "If you think you can't do it, just say so. Don't have to go insulting my character."

"I can go a day without dick, let alone yours. This is a stupid bet."

"Then what do you have to lose?"

The water ghoul opened his mouth as if to respond with teeth but seemed to decide against it as the sound fell flat off his tongue. He exhaled sharply, practically huffing - always one for the dramatic. He let his arms fall from his chest, hands taking his hips instead. His eyes flicked over him, looking for the tell, the crack in his apparent sincerity. When none was found, his hackles seemed to lower.

"And when I manage, without a bit of issue mind you, what do I win?"

"Freedom from laundry for two weeks, princess."

Rain let out a short scoff, close enough to laughter.

"And if, on the extremely hypothetical chance, I somehow can't stop myself...What are you getting out of this?"

"Just to gloat that I was right." 

“Fine, just to humor you. Hope you’re ready to wring the sweat out of Mountain’s uniform.” 

Aether's lips curled upwards as he took his hand, if Rain had bothered to look closer he'd have seen the slight flash of fangs. Something predatory hidden behind the guise of good nature. He missed the tell entirely as Aether's fingertips grazed the valley of his palm before they parted, a residual tingle buzzing in his skin as he turned on his heel. 

If Rain were a lesser man he'd have laughed in Aether's face. A downright stupid bet to make in his humble opinion. He wasn't that desperate, he could very well go twenty-four hours without getting fucked. It was an insult to even have it insinuated that he couldn't. Aether had set himself up to fail in his eyes. All he needed to do was keep his mind out of the gutter, worst case was having to take a cold shower to recenter himself. He had more self control than Aether gave him credit for. 

Morning passed him by quick. Minutes breezed past him unnoticed, every second was another step closer to the sweet reward of victory. Not even a single passing thought to weaken his resolve. He held his head a little higher as he walked into the kitchen, catching Aether in the midst of stirring honey into his tea.  His eyes flicked up from his mug with a tuneless hum, a semblance of acknowledgment of his arrival. 

"Lost the bet yet?" Aether teased as he tapped his spoon on the rim of his mug. 

"Oh you fucking wish." Rain outright grinned as he leaned over the other side of the counter to steal Aether's drink out from under his nose. "You act like this is hard." He snorted as he took a sip from the steaming mug, cinnamon with hints of vanilla pleasantly washing over his tongue. 

You wish you could have my cock inside you right now, don't you?

The thought slipped in unwelcomed. A velvety purr in the back of his mind that startled him enough his fins flared up, something cold retreating down his spine. Rain choked on his drink, accusatory gaze snapping back to Aether, staring unbothered down at his phone.

"...The hell was that?"

"What was what? I didn't say anything." The quintessence ghoul fixed him with a confused stare that was genuine enough to make him back down from his suspicion. Rain sighed, shook his head, and reached to smooth down his fins.

Know you wish I would fuck you on this counter, look at you already bending yourself over it for me. You wish I'd take you right here.

The whisper slithered back in sickly sweet, syrup coating the inside of his skull that he tried urgently to unstick himself from. He rightened himself suddenly and nearly sent the stolen mug to the floor, luckily Aether was faster than his clumsy limbs. He sucked in a breath and drew his hands to himself, wringing his wrist as shock turned to uncertainty. 

"Everything alright sweetheart?" 

"Y-yeah, I, um-" Rain started, attention shifting rapidly to anywhere that wasn’t the other ghoul as he felt the rumble of a laugh behind his eyes. Dark in intent, inhuman in nature, mocking in tone. Thunder warning of a storm, his resolve threatened to bend. He felt the voice against either ear accompanied by the phantom sensation of fingers trailing between his gills as it hissed to him again.

Oh is the little whore getting flustered now? We’ve barely begun! And we both know you've said worse, you can’t play shy, you've got such a filthy mouth...Such a talented, filthy fucking mouth. 

"I should go…Uh, get started on my chores. See you later." 

Rain abandoned the kitchen like the room was filling with smoke, it might as well have been engulfed in flames given the coals settling in the pit of his stomach. Dread and unwilling heat. He dragged a hand down his face with a vaguely distressed sound, frustration pricking like needles at the base of his skull. A sensation that pierced through that odd molasses-like feeling in his head, neither of which he could seem to shrug off.

His confidence wavered, self assurance comically torn out from under him. Victory felt further away, like he couldn't sink his teeth into it. 

Again he shook his head in an attempt to clear it, the second of many to come. 

The whispers didn’t leave him, they refused to. Pleased to taunt him like the itch you can't quite reach, tickling under the skin with a bothersome persistence. His mental tormentor was far from content to allow itself to be ignored, seemingly taking offense when the water ghoul tried to gloss over every dirty comment, every sinful idea. It was like his brain would stall out like a rusted engine, left sputtering over whatever pedestrian thought he’d been trying to work through as it gleefully interrupted to feed him filth. Choking out his own internal dialog in order to hollow his head out. 

Every word sent him a few steps deeper into a growing haze that left him squeezing his thighs together, an involuntary reaction to his body’s natural, and unwanted, desire. It never helped him ground himself, but then again Rain didn’t know if he needed to be pulled from the clouds or picked up from the ground. Too disoriented to know rising from falling, sinking from floating, his own voice from this intrusion.  

He’d started to feel lost when it went quiet, which would’ve worried him if he’d been about to think about worrying. When the voice went quiet, so did the rest of his head. It abandoned him to simmer in something insatiable. 

He felt feverish, had been for hours. Mountain had even stopped him in the hallway to press a hand to his forehead - concern knit into his brow as he questioned his health, offering up the comfort of his bed and the promise of mint tea. Rain had laughed and thanked him for being so sweet, but ultimately dismissed his concerns. He didn’t trust himself to climb into bed with Mountain, not when he smelled as sweet as he did. Just the little touch to his face sent him reeling. He felt it smile, too gleeful and serpentine at the edge of his thoughts as it fed him encouragement. 

He could take such good care of you, doesn’t he always tadpole? 

No one’s watching, it wouldn’t hurt to just sink to the floor for him. He knows you want to, look at you, knees knocking together, thighs pressed together trying not to drip down your thighs. 

Why deny him? You belong in his bed anyways, face down, fucked stupid, caught on his knot like the bitch you are.

Rain had enough sense to excuse himself and hurry off to his room, leaving the earth ghoul befuddled in the middle of the hallway, as if slamming his door behind him would fend it off for even a second. 

Without a target, it turned to pure temptation. His fingers dug into his thighs with a surprising intensity, a pain his fog filled head hardly registered, yet they twitched. Muscle gone tight, he fought the urge to let them drift. Rain wasn’t even sure if fucking himself counted, but he knew giving an inch would be his downfall. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to focus on his labored breathing. 

When he finally opened his eyes again the room was much darker, the final light of day greeting him as he’s startled from his concentration by a hand clapping onto his shoulder. He nearly jumped out of his skin with a yelp that he’d feel humiliated over later, hair standing on end but there was Aether, not some spectral sexual deviant. The water ghoul laughed weakly, nervously, as he relaxed.

“You alright angelfish?” Aether squeezed his shoulder as if to bring him back to earth, to center his focus on him. 

Heat and electricity mingled dangerously under his touch, jumping between each nerve end in a fashion that was mind numbing. Rain sadly did not have the sense to pull away from him. 

Too difficult to think, huh? Too busy trying to fight your body, it knows better than you do. Just let your cunt think for you, give up your head to me.

“Just…A bit uncomfortable s’all, headache, I guess.” 

Liar, you’ve been floating on nothing short of bliss since I slipped through the cracks. Head hurt from trying to not listen to me, that it? Funny. Haven’t even tried to deny these thoughts, not once.

“Had me worried. Running off like that this morning and then skipping dinner, you’ve been acting off all day.” Aether frowned and furrowed his brow, brushing the hair from his face and allowing his fingers to card back through his curls. It was like a wave crashing over him, dunking his head under the water. “Something on your mind?” 

Oh there’s absolutely nothing left up there. Empty, happy, little head.

“Didn’t, um…Didn’t mean to like, worry you. Sorry Aeth.” 

All melted away, didn’t it? Brain’s just drip, drip, dripped out your cunt.

“Do you need anything?”

You do, you know you do. You know what you want, and it’s so tiring fighting it. Feel how heavy your head is? How hard it is to keep your eyes open? Look at me.

“I…” Rain started without knowing where he was going, finding himself leaning into Aether’s gesture of affection. It was a battle all of its own to get his eyes to focus on him, vision just a bit fuzzy around the edges, but once set on him he found an alarming sense of clarity. “I don’t know…?” His tongue sat thick in his mouth, words beginning to slur. 

Aether looked down at him sympathetically. The typical and expected dark violet of his eyes was brighter, seemingly vibrant in the darkening room. A lavender thrall that held his attention like nothing else, an unnatural draw to them. As if the voice had set about emptying him out, Aether went about filling what it carved out. Magic trickled from the tips of his fingers with every innocent pass over his scalp. 

My eyes are so pretty, aren’t they guppy? So hard to look away from, harder not to stare too deep, but you want to stare. Deeper and deeper you go, sitting there so pretty and pliant while I pluck the last of that resistance away. 

“Ae…Aef-” he stammered weakly, voice seemingly distant. “Nn…Not playing fair-”

Go on, you’ve already sunk so deep. No point in pretending anymore.

“Shh…Just need to drop.” 

All at once, the water ghoul went limp for him, like he’d been subconsciously waiting for permission, supported only by Aether’s grip in his hair. Sent over the edge of consciousness into a state that the quintessence ghoul would consider far more agreeable, pride and stubbornness torn away from him leaving him far more malleable. He looked prettier, eyes rolled back, lips parted, drunk off a steady stream of magic. It satiated something in him, arousal making a home in his gut. 

“Let me see,” he hummed, watching Rain’s eyes struggle to return and find him again. His smile split into something downright wicked as he studied him. Cerulean overshadowed by the swirling embrace of quintessence, those coveted sapphires traded for amethysts of his own design. 

“Fuck…” Aether hissed through his teeth as he used his free hand to palm himself through his jeans, dick already starting to fatten up at the mere sight of Rain so far under his influence. “Doesn’t it feel so good baby? Don’t you like dropping for me?”

“Uhhuh-” 

“Why don’t you tell me what you need?”

“Your, your um,” Magic trailed from the base of his skull down each notch of his spine making him shudder, artificial bliss. A reward for obedience. His blood had gone to pure syrup in his veins. “Need your cock.” 

“There we are. Needy little thing, aren't you?” Aether purred, thumbing over his lower lip. “Take it out, show me how bad you need it.” 

Like being threaded along he slid from the bed and hit the floor a little too hard. His knees would surely bruise but Aether didn't allow him the mental capacity to care for something like that. He'd apologize and tenderly ice them later when he granted him a clear head again, only after gloating of course. He could already envision Rain’s pout. 

For now the only thing he let twirl around in Rain's vacant little head was the thought of getting his mouth on him, of being filled by him, of admitting defeat. He was at the whims of his most primal of needs. Stripped down to basic desire as he clumsily worked to free him from his boxers. 

“See? I knew you couldn’t go without. It’s okay to be wrong guppy, I’m sure you were just too embarrassed - too stubborn - to admit to being such a fucking cock addict. Just us though, I won’t tell anyone, I just need you to tell me what you are, and you can have your reward.” 

Aether took himself in his hand, giving his member a few slow strokes that Rain seemed to stare after enraptured. He chuckled as he dragged the ruddy head against his flushed cheek, smearing a small dribble of pre in his wake. He watched Rain take a shallow breath before almost whining as the musky scent hit him. There was a noticeable wet spot between his thighs now. 

"Fuh-Fucking cock addict," Rain whispered. His shoulders sagged as the final trace of blue left in his irises was engulfed entirely, looking up at him entirely glassy eyed. True, and willing submission, but more importantly, he’d won. 

In one swift motion Aether pushed into the white hot heat of his mouth with a hoarse laugh, and Rain moaned pitifully as the heady taste finally slid over his tongue. He didn’t need to prompt the little ghoul or even guide him, Rain began bobbing his head up and down his length automatically. Even emptied out and dumbed down, he always knew how to please him. 

"That's my good fucktoy."