#zephyr x Ifrit

[hanalyrata]

The Summoning

Full ver. under cut because Zephyr butt.

[nastylittleghouls]

Ifrit: We should call Aeth for a check-up immediately. What if it happens again and there isn't anyone around to help you? What if it's congenital? Satanas, was it me? Did I hurt you?! Zephyr: You realize any other person would simply feel really proud that they made their partner pass out in bed, right?

[forlorn-crows]

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 8: 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

pairing(s): zephyr/ifrit words: 1121

notes: explicit! they/them zephyr (cock used for their anatomy)

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The heat turns nearly desert-hot around them, air and fire tangling together in wisps of heat and lust. Ifrit drags a feverish hand down their torso as it heaves, wrapping that big hand around their cock once more. 

Zephyr cries out, fingers digging further into the nape of the fire ghoul’s neck. Craning their arm to get a full handful of sweat-soaked hair. Arching back against his chest. Ifrit has them absolutely ruined, mind fuzzy and body alight with sensation as he fucks them. 

“Fuck, how’re you always so tight,” Ifrit groans. “Oh, you’re so good to me, so fucking good to me.”

Zephyr gasps, pre dripping over the fire ghoul’s knuckles when he squeezes hard. “Know how to treat me,” they breathe, “know just where to—gods yes.” 

Ifrit hitches up their leg with his tail even further, thrusting in deep, right down to the base. Deep, until they nearly seize up, unsure whether to lean in or lean away. Deep, so they feel him up to their ribs, up to the tips of the feathers on their neck.

“Ifrit,” the air ghoul begs. 

“Uh huh,” Ifrit whines in return.

“H-hold it there, get in deep, make me—hells, make me feel it.”

The fire ghoul makes a wounded noise, hips stuttering. Nearly blowing his load right there. Zephyr can feel him throb.

“Fuck, Zeph,” Ifrit gaps, slotting all the way in and melting to their back. He pants, moving his hand from the air ghoul’s cock to grip at their hip. He buries his face into the soft down of their feathers and inhales their cool, honeysuckle scent. Ifrit bites back a moan. “Oh—wanna cum in you so bad.”

Zephyr sighs shakily and covers their lower stomach with a trembling hand. “Not yet. Not just yet.” Their eyes fall shut, pale lashes fluttering over the tops of their cheeks. Ifrit rumbles low and their mouth silently drops further open, bottom lip shiny with spit and swollen from being sucked between sharp fangs. And oh, Ifrit’s never felt such a demanding rush of admiration. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he blurts, voice cracking on the last word. He has to say it, lest it burst out of his chest unbidden. The sappy side comes out in an instant. He tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind an alabaster horn. “Feel so lucky. My birdie.”

The air ghoul huffs a laugh, looking over their shoulder. “You’ve gone sweet on me, dragonfly,” they lilt. 

“Can’t help it.” Ifrit props himself up on his elbow so he can capture their lips in a kiss. Slow and tender, pressing his mouth to theirs with the same level of softness as cats nuzzling their cheeks against one another. Parting and meeting again, over and over, like he can’t bear to actually pull back. 

Zephyr laughs against his lips and covers the hand on their hip with their own. “Are we going to continue, my flame?”

He can’t help the way his cock kicks at the pet name, drawing a quiet gasp from them both. “Yeah, yeah,” Ifrit nods quickly. Tips of their noses bumping together. “Switch? Wanna see you better.”

“Yes, dear,” the air ghoul teases, smiling against his mouth. Ifrit blushes. He pulls out slowly, pressing kisses to their shoulders. They do a quick dance, shuffling until Zephyr’s relaxed on their back and Ifrit’s straddling their lap. Looking down at them like they themself put the stars in the sky. They smile lazily at the loving gaze, giving him a long look up and down. Easing them back into the moment with a hand dragging down their own torso—down, slowly down, until their lithe fingers wrap around their cock. Zephyr arches into their own hand with a lavish groan.

“Fuck,” Ifrit says dumbly. Practically drooling over the way they bring their knees up, hooking one foot against the small of his back and beckoning him closer. 

“I’d like if you continued to do that, yes,” Zephyr purrs. “Please?”

Ifrit’s eyebrows draw up, and he whines a little. “Yeah,” he breathes. He slips two fingers in his mouth and slicks them up, bringing them down to circle their already-stretched rim. Zephyr doesn’t need anything more, he knows, but he watches that angular face soften again, their face blooming with heat as it morphs back into an expression of easy bliss. They gasp as he presses up and in, just a little. Their own hand milking out a pearl of slick and thighs twitching around his hips. 

“Please,” they repeat. Quiet and pretty as the wind through the willows. 

The ease with which he slides back in has them both groaning. Zephyr wraps the other leg around his hips and ushers him down into a kiss, probably the sweetest one of the evening. Nothing heated or desperate, just pure connection. Ifrit groans when the air ghoul clenches around his cock, involuntary. Begging for more.

“Love you,” Ifrit mumbles against their lips. “Fuck, birdie, love you so much.”

“I adore you, my dragonfly,” Zephyr breathes. Shuddering when they lift their hips and his cock brushes at that spot deep inside. 

“Oh, make that noise again,” the fire ghoul begs, grinding into them. Zephyr does, of course, can’t help that they do when the head of Ifrit’s cock presses into their prostate again. 

“Like that,” they whisper, nodding. “Yes, just like that.” They let their head drop back onto the pillows, mouth dropping open as the fire ghoul picks up a meaningful rhythm. Measured thrusts that jolt Zephyr a little each time he hits home, but not as rough and reckless as before. More present. Intimate. Neither of them willing to pop the warm bubble they now reside in. 

Ifrit noses up the long line of Zephyr’s throat, diving into the feathers just under their ear. Soft and sweet and them, Ifrit groans bodily at the way they ruffle and twitch under his touch. The air ghoul bites back a whimper. Clutching at Ifrit’s arms as they bare their neck to him. 

“S-sensitive there, you’re—” They cut themselves off with a startled noise as the fire ghoul moves one hand to grip at their hip, lips simultaneously ghosting over the base of their feathers. Just enough pressure to send a wave of tingles down their spine and fizzle out any last coherent thought. 

Ifrit hushes them. Thrusts just that much more purposefully. “Let me,” he rumbles. There’s neediness in his voice too, but he’s devoted solely to Zephyr in this moment. Tuned into the thrum of pleasure getting louder between them, to the way their body blurs further into his.

He strokes them with a gentle hand to the timing of his thrusts, and the noise they make is a delicate surrender. 

𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿

[lauraazzureart]

My Ifrit and Zephyr designs!

[a-cardinal-sin]

Zephyr x Ifrit... ooughhh Zephyr x Ifrit

Fire ghoul x Air ghoul needs to be studied by science I think

[eros-ghoulette]

I know how to make it pretty again

Ifrit finds a feather. (it's basically pure fluff)

Characters: Ifrit, Zephyr Word count: 535

Ifrit was still just in a tank top and sweatpants when he walked through the gardens. It was early, the sun had just risen, and the world was covered in cold dew, still waiting for the day to dry it. A few flowers were growing in the grass, contrasting the deep green with their bright colours. Birds were flying around, chirping happily. The guitarist kicked a stone, his tail swinging lazily behind him. He was tired but knew that he wouldn’t be able to sleep. There was a song stuck in his head, but Ifrit also feared destroying the peaceful moment, so he didn’t bother to hum or sing it.

There was something shiny a few meters away, and Ifrit approached it: a feather. It was brown, but with blue in it, and the ghoul picked it up. He had seen a bird with this kind of feather a few times, but close up the colour reminded him of Zeph.

Ifrit carefully put the feather in his pocket; he wanted to show it to them. Maybe it was a silly gesture, but he couldn’t care less. The feather was pretty, but not as pretty as they were, and Ifrit felt the familiar prickle in his stomach as he thought about the air ghoul.

The halls were still quiet, a few siblings greeting him as he slid through the corridor, heading back to the ghoul wing to make himself breakfast. The kitchen wasn’t empty, though, the smell of coffee reaching his nose before he entered the room.

Ifrit quietly entered, but Zephyr noticed him nonetheless. His hands sneaked around their waist, fingers tickling the soft skin of their tummy, gliding through the fluffy feathers of their happy trail. Zeph tried to get away from him, moving their body so their backside pressed against the fire ghoul, who chuckled cheekily.

“Stop that, you moron,” they told him, trying to hold back the giggle.

Ifrit grinned cockily, hiding his face at the back of their neck, but he stopped. His hands stayed around Zeph's waist.

“Coffee?”

“Yeah,” the fire ghoul nodded, voice muffled. His fingers were playing with Zeph's happy trail again, enjoying the way the air ghoul moved away when the touch got too light; they were incredibly ticklish.

They poured two cups of coffee and handed one to Ifrit, turning in his arms.

“So, where have you been?” they asked with a raised eyebrow.

“In the gardens, I took a walk,” he answered and reached into his pocket.

“Look!” Ifrit held the feather in front of their face, the excitement written all over his. But it got lost a bit as he saw that the feather wasn’t as perfect any more; his pocket had demolished the individual fibres. Now there were big gaps, and it looked oily.

“Oh…” he said quietly and looked quite disappointed with himself.

Zeph tilted their head, a questioning gaze.

“It looked really pretty, like your feathers,” the other explained. “But my pocket destroyed it…”

Zeph's gaze softened a bit, their heart aching as they saw how upset he was.

“It’s not destroyed, ‘frit. I know how to make it pretty again,” they told him and kissed his cheek on a whim.

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i don't like it tbh, but i really just wanna lay down now so i post it nonetheless

i would appreciate reblogs really much <3

[ghoulette-knell]

since you’re asking for requests can you do a zephyr and ifrit sick fic

Oh 100% Anon!!! Thank you so much for the request ❤️❤️✨🫶

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Quarantined

Ifrit x Zephyr

Ifrit comes down with a nasty case of the stomach bug, and Zephyr offers to help him out in any way he can!

✨ SFW ✨

TW: Mentions of sickness, specifically vomit (I have Emetophobia which is why I felt it was important to mention). Also, we love a soft Zephyr fic??? Yes, yes we do.

Please don’t read if the stomach bug is triggering to you! I know how bad emetophobia panic attacks are, so please don’t put yourself at risk for a fluffy oneshot ❤️

Word Count: 1,541

Ifrit groaned in pain. This was the first time he had had a stomach bug since he was summoned by the Satanic ministry to be a Ghoul in the band Ghost. He had caught it from Omega… the bastard. The poor fire-Ghoul wasn’t used to being out for the count, so this was incredibly difficult for him.

Thankfully though, there was one Ghoul willing to help out, and that was Zephyr. The air-Ghoul knew one of Ifrit’s biggest pet peeves in the world was not being productive, and to top it all off, being ill didn’t help. So, the pianist was slowly walking down the halls towards Ifrit’s quarters.

Zephyr didn’t even bother to knock before entering the younger Ghoul’s room. He knew Ifrit well— the door would be unlocked for sure. The air-Ghoul entered the room cautiously. He spotted a stationary lump in the middle of the bed and sighed sadly.

“How are you feeling, Ifrit?” he questioned while slowly shutting the door behind him as he walked in, “I brought some water, peppermint tea, and honey. Mist told me honey helps with unsettled stomachs and can make you puke a little less. It won’t completely heal you, but it’ll help.”

Typical Zephyr. He was always trying to go above and beyond for his friends, especially with Ifrit. He’s always looked up to the fire-Ghoul despite him being younger than Zephyr, and to see him like this was physically painful. The Ghoul was extremely talented, and not to mention, he was a good friend.

Ifrit responded with a pitiful groan as he rolled over to face Zephyr.

“Thanks. I have never felt so sick in my life. I am… thankful you decided to come and check on me, but I promise I’m fine.”

Zephyr’s tail wagged slightly with the compliment, a small smile appearing on his lips from underneath his mask, “You don’t need to thank me, Ifrit. I’m more than happy to help you out. You’re my friend, and I know you’d do the same for me.”

Ifrit looked terrible though, which made the smile slowly slip from Zephyr’s face. It was a rare occurrence to see any of the ministry’s Ghouls without their masks, which was likely the result of the fire-Ghoul’s frequent vomiting.

Ifrit’s face pale, his eyes were dilated from the sheer discomfort he was feeling, and he was sweating. The Ghoul likely had a fever.

Without another word, Zephyr unscrewed the cap of one of the water bottles he had brought with him, and walked over to the disheveled bed; placing the opening of the bottle to Ifrit’s lips. The Ghoul didn’t immediately take the offer of water; his eyes fluttering shut due to exhaustion.

“Ifrit, buddy. You’ve gotta drink something. You’ll dehydrate if you don’t,” Zephyr cooed while stroking the younger Ghoul’s face, “Come on. Just one sip. I’m gonna throw some tea on to boil too. All of this will make you feel so much better.”

“Zephyr… I’m tired,” the poor man whispered while sleepily wiping the sweat from his brow.

Zephyr sighed in annoyance, “Dude, I will force feed you this damn water. Make it easier on both of us. I’m not asking you to drink the whole bottle— you just need a few sips, okay? And trust me, puking this water up will feel great compared to dry heaving.”

That seemed to get Ifrit’s attention.

The younger Ghoul’s tired eyes slowly opened, and he took a few small sips of water. He groaned in discomfort as the liquid slid down his raw throat. Without another word, Ifrit’s eyes closed, and he rolled on his side, facing away from Zephyr.

The air-Ghoul quickly capped the bottle and carefully placed it on Ifrit’s bedside table.

“I’m gonna make you some tea. The peppermint is scientifically-proven to help nausea and settle upset stomachs. The honey helps sooth intestinal distress, which actually might help you stop vomiting quicker!”

Zephyr loved to learn little things like that. He gained almost paternal instincts when it came to the rest of the Nameless Ghouls, so when someone got sick or something along those lines, he and Mist would discuss ways to help. He and Mist were like the mother and father of the Ghouls… not counting Papa Terzo, of course.

Ifrit didn’t respond to Zephyr’s promise of tea. Zephyr didn’t mind though. The air-Ghoul hummed quietly to himself as he shuffled through Ifrit’s cabinets, finally locating an old fashioned tea kettle.

The air-Ghoul placed the kettle on the stove and turned it on. He continued to hum to himself as he added water to the kettle. Zephyr placed the peppermint tea bags and honey to the side, which he would add to Ifrit’s mug once the water was done boiling.

However, before Zephyr could even try to sit and relax while he waited, Ifrit shot up into a sitting position, his eyes wide. His throat was frantically swallowing mouthfuls of saliva.

“You okay, buddy?” Zephyr asked, his tail twitching in apprehension over Ifrit’s movements. Then it hit him…

Without hesitation, once Zephyr knew what was about to occur, leapt from his position in the kitchen, and raced over to Ifrit’s bedside. He expertly grabbed the wastebasket from the corner of the room, and placed it right in front of the fire-Ghoul’s face.

Just in time, too.

“You’re okay, sweet boy,” Zephyr whispered as Ifrit loudly expelled his stomach contents into the can; tears streaming down the fire-Ghoul’s cheeks as he tried to gasp for air, “Just let it out, Ifrit. You’re okay.”

The care for his fellow Ghoul overshadowed Zephyr’s instincts, telling him to back away and get as far from the vomit as possible. His left hand held the bucket for Ifrit, and his right rubbed reassuring circles on the sick Ghoul’s back.

“There, there, Ifrit,” Zephyr cooed as Ifrit began to collect himself after his sickness, “You’re okay. Take some deep breaths, okay?”

Zephyr placed the wastebasket back on the floor and fetched a handkerchief from his pocket; carefully dabbing away the sick from Ifrit’s quivering lips, “You’re okay, sweet boy.”

“I don’t feel okay,” Ifrit muttered while letting Zephyr continue dabbing up the mess, “And I’m worried I’ll make you sick. I don’t want anyone else to have to deal with this.”

The air-Ghoul sighed and rubbed Ifrit’s shoulders reassuringly, shushing his concerns, “If I get it, I get it. It is what it is. It’s going to get the whole ministry— it happens all the time.”

“You’re taking this whole thing very well,” Ifrit replied while grabbing the water bottle off the bedside table and taking a small sip, “I would be freaking out if I was in your shoes.”

Zephyr chuckled and placed a small kiss through his silver mask on Ifrit’s forehead. That was a bold move considering he hadn’t ever confronted Ifrit on the fact that he had a little crush, but Zephyr figured it would be okay.

He was right. Ifrit didn’t even bat an eye as Zephyr placed the mouth of his mask against his exposed forehead. He actually blushed, which was so out of character for the fire-Ghoul.

Zephyr quickly got the peppermint tea with honey together for Ifrit. The sick Ghoul just sat patiently and waited; his eyes saggy and sleepy.

The air-Ghoul brought the mug of hot tea over. He blew slightly on the hot water to try and cool it, and once it was a safe temperature, Zephyr helped Ifrit take a few sips.

“This is actually helping my throat ache,” Ifrit observed while licking his lips, which signified he even liked the taste of the beverage, “Thanks, Zeph.”

Zephyr then crawled into bed beside Ifrit and urged him to lay on the air-Ghoul’s chest. Without hesitation, Ifrit placed his mug of peppermint tea on the nightstand with his water bottle, and snuggled into Zephyr’s side.

“Thank you,” Ifrit whispered while bundling himself into Zephyr’s side along with his heavy, warm blankets, “You’ve actually managed to make me feel better.”

Zephyr couldn’t help but blush underneath his mask. His tail even swayed slightly from happiness, “Hey, that’s my job. You don’t need to thank me.”

Ifrit’s ears perked slightly, and he actually mustered out a chuckle. Zephyr was about to ask what was so funny when the fire-Ghoul extended his hands and wrapped them around Zephyr’s mask.

The fire-Ghoul removed Zephyr’s mask, “Since you said you don’t mind getting sick…”

Without hesitation, Ifrit pressed his lips softly against Zephyr’s; the air-Ghoul blushing enough to make him look like a tomato.

Zephyr’s arms wrapped lovingly around Ifrit’s body; pulling him closer and deepening their kiss. After a few moments, the two Ghouls pulled away; happiness and adoration in each of their eyes.

“Yeah, that’s definitely worth getting sick over. At least I brought a lot of peppermint tea and honey with me,” Zephyr chuckled like a love-sick teenager, and pulled Ifrit back in for another kiss.

[hellboundwrites]

Ghouls ships and how they love

Ifrit and Zephyr : Burning Love

Their love is, to this day, the warmest.

Ifrit and Zephyr started as friends, just bandmates being put together in an exclusive project that would link all five of the ghouls together for the rest of their existence. But when they hit the road on that tour together... Oh, things changed forever.

In the beginning, they all enjoyed nice evenings as a band, smoking and chatting on hotel balconies until a contagious yawn would spread around the group. But Ifrit and Zephyr could both feel a pull between them that pushed them to linger there after everyone went to sleep.

Those nights, when they'd found themselves alone, they'd talk until the wind outside would turn cold and they inevitably had to get closer for comfort. They'd share a cigarette - Ifrit pointing a flame on his index towards where it would lie between Zephyr's lips.

They were both older, mature ghouls - Zephyr a little bit more than Ifrit. They had had their fair share of experiences in the past. There was no mystery with what was happening between them. But they both had had enough fun before to want to be serious this time around. For only a few weeks they danced like this around each other, waiting to see who'd be the first to fall.

And Zephyr did. He was often in pain, and Ifrit's fire had soothed his body many times before on these late and cold evenings. He owed it to him to make the first move, a simple slow kiss that quickly turned into a frenetic rush to his hotel room.

They kept it private. Not that it was a secret, but they were the oldest among the rest of the band, and they were over being glued to each other like young lovers. They had no time to disperse (as it would be expected from them).

However, pretending to be focused and mature about it made it all the more fun.

They cannot recount how many times their eyes burnt at the sight of the other, waiting and waiting for the show to end, for the night to finally come.

The only times when Zephyr's muscles weren't tight and screaming for rest were when he was in Ifrit's arms or Ifrit was in his. They'd slide into the other's room in the middle of the night, crashing into each other's mouth, with just the right amount of force to push the other against a wall, tearing their clothes away to find dark skin and greying hair to touch.

Even after months like this, after playing the same game over and over, they did not lose their flame. The tour came to its end eventually, and they each expected some change to happen between them with the slower schedule and the monotonous environment of the abbey. But they were yearning just the same, if not more with all the additional time on their hands.

What was supposed to be just a pause between eras and tours turned into a long period of discovery. Ifrit wanted to find every way he could break the tension in Zephyr's body, and Zephyr was just amazed by how much Ifrit knew and how strategically gentle he could be even with his stature.

Their love wasn't just pure desire. It was complicity, and a mutual sense of perfect timing. There was so much that could be said in looks and touches. They could breathe each other's air and still not get relief from how much they longed and wanted. After an existence of ordinary partners, they had finally found one that shared the same pace.

A bit before all the papacy trouble at the abbey, they decided, despite still being on the program with Aether, Mountain and Dew, that the Project could continue without them.

Don't ask where they are now. Retired, somewhere in Hell. In a little space of their own, where there's no distraction from each other.

Because love sometimes is learning to appreciate the simpler things.

There's no necessity in chasing glory when all you need is someone by your side to keep you warm.

Part 1. Rain and Dewdrop

Part 2. Cirrus and Cumulus

Part 3. Mountain and Swiss

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[evereverest2]

awww ifrit why are you crying????

let’s find out <3

[citrus-wall-paint]

some ghost doodles ft. Ghoul designs :3

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

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

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

[nastylittleghouls]

Zephyr: Is the plural of milf/dilf milfs/dilfs or milves/dilves? Aether: Milfs/Dilfs. Dewdrop: Exactly. Milf/dilf is an acronym, you can't change the spelling to milves/dilves. Zephyr: Wait, they're acronyms? What do they stand for? Ifrit: Mom in late forties, Dad in late forties. Ifrit: I learned that from the movie M.I.L.F. I saw the trailer in theaters probably five to seven years ago. Dewdrop: It's actually Mom/Dad I'd Love to Fuck. Zephyr: Damn, really? Zephyr: I never realized it was actually horny! Ifrit: Oh, it's not Mom in their late forties? Aether: No, it isn't Ifrit: THE MOVIE TRAILER LIED TO ME! Dewdrop: Fritter.... Ifrit: THIS IS WHY I DIDN'T THINK CALLING PEOPLE MILFS WAS ALL THAT BAD BECAUSE IT STOOD FOR SOMETHING HARMLESS! Dewdrop: I am entirely unsurprised that this is coming from you. Ifrit: ZEPH, DOES IT MAKE SENSE WHY I CALLED THE DIARY OF A WIMPY KID MOM A MILF NOW BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS LITERALLY JUST A DESCRIPTOR WITH FUNNY CONNOTATION? Zephyr: The word milf has been ruined for me. Aether: That's its definition. It can't be ruined if that's what it means. Dewdrop: Y'all are dumbasses.

[bewitched-bee]

Masterlist

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

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

Phantom: *Breeding Rain: Swimming *Breeding

Swiss: *Lap dance

Aurora: (nothing yet)

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

[dy6nsty]

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

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OFC<33 tysm 4 requesting!

Ghouls+Copia x gn reader, comforting after panic attack

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Alpha:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Omega:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ifrit:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Zephyr:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Rain:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Phantom:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mountain:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sodo/Dew:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Swiss:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Aether:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Copia:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lauraazzureart]

This drawing of Zephyr and Ifrit is inspired by @nosferatu-png ‘s headcanons for them which I will link here

Too cute not to draw so here it is! Line art under the cut

[moldycantaloupe]

okayy so @sentientgolfball wrote a thing about ifrit in heat and calling zephyr mommy on accident and like, what am i gonna do, be normal NOT write about it? anyway,

cw: mommy kink, heat

Zephyr rushed down the hall towards their bedroom, a frantic text from Ifrit forcing them away from their menial chores. It wasn’t often that Ifrit asked for help, the pride of the ghoul far too large to let others in. Zephyr was expecting to find bloodshed when they opened their door, but the scene was far from it.

Ifrit, skin flushed red and sweating, all his clothes soaked and scattered through the room’s floor. He laid on his back, hips bucking up frantically to meet his hand, the slick sounds mixed with his ferocious panting echoing through the room. His other arm was laid precariously against his eyes, lips red and bitten swollen as he tried to hide his noises.

Zephyr slammed the door shut and leaned against it, the onslaught of pheromones and noises too precious to let anyone else but them hear. Ifrit only looked up when the door slammed, a wave of relief washing through his features.

“Zeph,” he shut his eyes tight and whined, no doubt a zap of arousal rushing through his system. “It- ahhh- please, Zeph.”

His voice was impossibly small, yet it broke them out of the trance he caught them in and in two, three strides they were hovering above the bed, shirt discarded and pants well on their way. Ifrit whined when his eyes caught their now uncovered cock, it already half hard and twitching in interest. 

“Please,” he looked up at them, his pupils fully blown and hand still frantic over his raging cock, “I need it so bad.”

Normally, Zephyr would tease the fire ghoul; light touches, kitten licks, innocent smile. But the delicious sight in front of them was something they needed immediately, no room for silly games. They clambered over him and sat in between his open legs, his cock in their full view. His knot was ever so slowly inflating around his touch, but with how red it was, they imagined he’d been at it for too long. They leaned in and sucked in a deep breath; he reeked with want. 

“You,” Ifrit gasped at his own touch, “you don’t gotta prep. Already did.”

Zephyr looked, and true to his word, his hole was slick and gaping, pulsing with his thrusts. They shivered in arousal, their cock now hard and proud against them. 

“You dirty boy,” they leaned over him to reach for the open bottle of lube on the nightstand, “what am I going to do with you?”

“Fuck me?” Ifrit groaned watching them stroke themselves. “Please, fuck me.”

Wordlessly, they complied to his pleas and lined themselves up against his rim. His back arched as they let the tip sink in, a feminine whine forcing its way out.

“Fuck-” he moaned, loud, as they sunk further in. “Yeah, just like that.”

Zephyr continued until they bottomed out, the two of them heaving a sigh in unison. They held onto his thighs as they began to thrust in shallow rocks with their hips, keeping a steady pace with his hand. He whined again, a sense of urgency in his eyes and free hand as he tried to grab anything he could; the sheets, his hair, Zephyr’s hair, their arm, anything to ground him. 

“Please,” he tried to rock back into them, “please, oh, mommy, I need it- fuck.”

Something broke loose in them at the words that slipped from Ifrit’s mouth. They’re not sure if he even realized what he said, too far gone in heat to put up a filter. They snapped their hips hard against his ass, reaching and abusing that sensitive spot in him. The air in his lungs was forced out of him from the sheer force of their hips, his back arched and hand faltering on himself. 

“Say it again.” They bent over him and growled in his ear, teeth bared and nose nudging along his scent glands.

“M-mommy,” he whimpered, “mommy, please, I’m so close.” 

“Need mommy’s cock to satisfy you, you little whore?” They felt their knot begin to inflate already, teasing along his rim. 

“Yes.” He threw his head back against the pillow, eyes damp with tears and sweat. “Yes, please, oh satanas, please.” 

“Please what, baby boy?” Zephyr cooed in mock. “Use your words for me.”

“Please let me cum.” Ifrit breathed. “Please, I need it so bad, mommy.”

Zephyr let out a wrecked groan as they pushed their knot past his rim, fully inflated. They saw white as they came, teeth biting down into Ifrit’s scent gland, forcing a guttural cry out of him as he came with them. His overheated body ground up against theirs as ropes of white painted their bodies, their own painting the insides of him.

Slowly, their heavy breathing began to taper and Zephyr let go of his neck, licking up the blood they shed. Ifrit nudged his nose into their cheek, forcing them to meet their lips with his in a messy makeout. They indulged in it, moaning into his mouth as they gripped the back of his hair. He was still desperate for more, evident in the way he ground up against them, his spent cock already perking up in interest, tongue looping its way into their mouth. 

They pulled his hair, breaking the kiss and leaving a whimpering mess of a fire ghoul trying to chase it. They pulled again, harder this time, and he didn’t hold back a ruined moan. 

“Does my baby boy need more?” They whispered, dangerous. “Maybe let mommy ride your dumb cock?”

Ifrit nodded dumbly. “Yes, please ride it, mommy.”

And Zephyr wasn’t going to say no to Ifrit asking for help.

[endless-weightless]

Random nameless ghoul headcanons (SFW and NSFW)

I'm taking the piss with all of these. And remember, kids, this is fanfiction!

I mostly just wrote about the current ghouls but I'm more than happy to write about any past ghouls if you guys want!

TAGS/WARNINGS: mating cycles, CNC, weed mention, primal play, polyamory and orgies,

SFW✄

All of the ghouls have a specific scent but Mountain for some reason can emit any particular scent so long as it's earth related. He usually smells like pine trees and grass but if any of the ghouls are anxious leading up to rituals or just worried in general he'll make himself smell like lavender because he knows how calming it is.

Mountain is also victim to clothing robbery because he smells so nice and is SO DAMN TALL.

They're some of the most open-minded and accepting people you'll ever meet.

Full moons tend to have a weird effect on the ghouls. Not as bad as say a werewolf but they definitely become a bit more... feral. The less extreme effects would just be heightened senses and craving gamey meats more while the worst of the worst would be bordering violent and definitely nsfw (see nsfw for more on this). They'd probably call it a hunter's moon (badum tss).

All of their eyes glow very faintly in the dark.

Their pupils are like a mix of feline and just regular ol' human.

They all have claws but Aurora and Sunshine are the only ones who actually have them out because everyone else needs short nails to play their instruments.

They all purr when they're happy or they're experiencing physical affection, though the volume and intensity varies depending on the ghoul.

Mountain sleeps like a log unless he's sharing a bed, then he's everyone's teddy bear and always has an arm around someone whether he agreed to it or not.

Rain absolutely HATES throwing up.

Swiss and Sodo convinced Mountain to grow marijuana by letting him try some. The ghoul den now constantly smells faintly of weed.

All of the ghouls have their own bedrooms but prefer to cuddle with each other and usually just make a nest out of blankets and pillows in the main common room area and turn it into one giant bed for everyone.

Cirrus and Aether tend to take on an almost parental role in the group just to keep the newer ghouls in line which can be draining at times but rewarding in the end.

They all have black tails and horns that are pretty much identical with the only difference being everyone has a slight tint to theirs depending on their element (Sodo's are red, Rain's are blue, Phantom and Aether's are purple etc).

Their fangs aren't actually too sharp. Could be because they've just become blunter over time with less need to bite actual people.

Most of them straight up act like cats depending on how new they are to the mortal plane. Since Omega’s been on earth the longest, he acts more closely to a human than Phantom, who is fresh out of hell.

Zephyr gets really bad chronic leg pains which is why he's always sitting while performing and so quick to sit back down after finishing the Mummy Dust solo.

Aurora has super painful cramps leading up to her heat so Sodo has taken it upon himself to use his hands as a heating pad for her (which he will do for anyone in need of a heat pack).

NSFW✄

If you had to make a spectrum of all the ghouls from most submissive to most dominant, it'd be Sunshine, Phantom, Rain, Cumulus, Swiss (ultimate power switch), Aurora, Ifrit, Sodo, Mountain, Zephyr, Cirrus, Aether, Alpha and finally Omega.

None of them are strictly doms or subs, they like experimenting and switching things up every once in a while to keep things interesting but they certainly have preferences.

They all enjoy both monogamous and polyamorous sex equally. Sometimes they just want soft intimate sex with one person or they're just craving multiple people.

Full moons don't make everyone horny in an "I need to impregnate someone/be impregnated now" way, they make the ghouls horny in a primal way...

Some of the ghouls that are more affected by the full moon or just enjoy primal play with a bit of CNC will sometimes ask some of the siblings of sin and/or you if you'd all be comfortable with letting them "hunt" you down.

Aether and Cirrus have sleepy and lazy sex when they're tired from dealing with the ghouls and need a break and some relief.

Mountain is always looking down the sisters of sin's and the ghoulette's tops to see their cleavage. In his defence he's pretty fucking tall and can't help that he has to look down to talk to people.

If anyone in the group, including you, are feeling lonely, stressed or just exhausted and in need of some kind of relief, all of the ghouls are more than willing to give head to anyone for hours, making sure they cum at least four times before they let them have a break.

All of them have a marking kink because of their need to mate during heats and ruts.

They all go just a teensy bit feral when they pick up on the scent of a virgin with Swiss being the most dramatic about it.

And if someone doesn't smell like a virgin but instead like ghoul, they still go feral because ghouls like sharing when the moon isn't full.

Aether feels the constant need to slap every ghoul and ghoulettes ass possible, even Sodo.

Aurora, Zephyr and Phantom the most handsy out of the ghouls.

Heats and ruts are already hellish enough, but what makes it worse for the ministry is how only half of the ghouls get their heats and ruts at the same time while the other get it the other half of the time, which basically means twice as many heats and ruts in a month.

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that's all my lovelies, lmk if you want any more!