#quint-intox

[skele-bunny]

Thinking about weird n rough quint sex with Omega/Phantom....

CW - Dubcon, forced bonding, quint-intox, forced heat/rut, breeding, trans male Phantom

(based off a convo me and Hypnone were having.)

Phantom is very new to his magick, there's no doubt about it. Can't heal more than a carpet burn or a paper cut, and even still he can only scab it. So, he gets an appointment with Omega! The older quintessence is much more advanced in healing magick, just a little bit more than Aether is. Who's a better teacher than that?

They're settled in their own ritual, lights dim with only candle and sigil glows at their light. Decorated in usual quintessence jewels and chains, Phantom snuggled in his mesh cashmere shawl. Omega tries to make it fun, keep Phantom in high spirits as he gets defeated very fast. He starts with showing how to heal simple wounds, Omega taking the initiative and (sadly) swiping his fingers along sharp paper.

Little bat's tail is wagging and so focused, Omega can't help but laugh as Phantom has the habit of sticking his tongue out as he focuses. Once he gets it down good enough, they make another appointment for next week. Then the next, and the next, then finally—that day.

"We're going to focus on the body and mind, and how to read someone's health through it." Omega is just calm, Phantom right across from him as they're focusing on projecting themselves into one another.

Of course, takes Phantom about an hour before he lets out a little gasp with his eyes still closed, wings still fluttering. "Woah! It's so... Colorful..."

"Isn't it? Now, let yourself move around, start with the heart."

So, he does. Phantom is giggling as he can see the clearest anatomy of Omega's heart. They're continuing to move around, feel one another, but Phantom gets a little bit messy when it's time for the mind. He's having a harder time navigating, getting frustrated and upset as he just can't seem to figure it out.

"Take a deep breath, you're stressing yourself out. With a stressed out mind, you're unable to focus on anything." Omega can feel Phantom poking around, his essence just bouncing around and trying to figure out what to do. "You need to stay on the surface level, you can't—"

Phantom touched something. Something he shouldn't have. Bat still has his eyes closed, trying to understand what the fuck he's doing before he's suddenly pushed out, literally being knocked onto his back. Phantom looks up and seeing Omega on top of him, with the most hellish growl and snarl Phantom's ever seen. He's scared. His scent radiates that.

"Omega?" He's whining, seeing Omega's eyes are full of stars. "Omega...?"

His answer is Omega's fangs being bared and slamming down into Phantom's bond mark. He's screaming now, kicking and pulling away from the teeth as much as he can as Omega just seems to have lost his mind. Once the elder rips back, smashing their mouths together and shoving his tongue down. The closeness gives Phantom the chance to smell how 'electric' Omega has now gotten.

Rut. Feral.

Phantom is just stuck under Omega, forced to take his tongue down his throat, and his erratic humping. What's even worse, Omega is still in his head. Pushing buttons.

"Such a cute thing for myself." He's whispering through Tommy's mind, pushing his legs open. "Just for me to devour."

There's a certain press and Phantom is suddenly arching up into Omega, arms wrapped around his neck and slick suddenly pooling under his exposed cunt. All Omega can do is laugh. His cock is so hard, rubbing against Phantom and finally noticing just their size difference. Sure, Phantom's short and doesn't have much meat to his bones, Omega being quite the opposite and nicely thick. But their parts? Omega's cock is completely covering Phantom's pussy.

He's pushing Phantom's legs out sideways, and just watching with nothing but growls as the tip of his dick is already spreading Phantom out like he's blooming just for him. Only, for him.

Poor thing is squealing, and sure he's taken Mountain's giant self, but that was length. This is straight girth. His hole feeling so stuffed, wanting to yell out, to get away, but that echo in his head keeps him still besides the occasional arch and constant shaking. There's a little blood, but that's to be expected from this stretch, Omega continuing to shuffle close until he's balls deep and bottomed out into Phantom. Omega's form is slipping, simply decorated in constellations and fur. His nails are dug so deep into the floor as he starts thrusting into Phantom with just a twinge of mercy. Even in a rut feral state, he knows to give his new mate a moment. But, that moment is short lived.

Absolutely pounding into Phantom like there's no tomorrow, letting Phantom scream in his ear with such pretty moans. He's completely wrapped onto Omega, not letting him go as he's absolutely destroyed in the best way possible. He's still trying to click back in, desperate to get Omega out of this headspace but he's not allowed back in. Instead, Omega just pushes more into Phantom.

"Shh. Lay there. Be obedient. Let me take care of you."

Omega has a Jacob's ladder, now rubbing on Phantom's walls to cause more shocks of pleasure. He's just completely lost at this point, Omega's taken over every inch of Phantom's being. Making Phantom melt and just take every inch of him with a blissed out look.

Now it's Omega's turn to click Phantom's button, watching as his face flushes and slick just pouring out like it's nothing. Presenting. Inviting. An eye for an eye, Phantom's now in his heat.

See, Omega has this cute hole beneath him now in a total submission, starting to beg for more and just whimpering Omega's name. Now they're both stuck in this loop of instincts, Phantom's claws going down Omega's back, in return his thighs being dug into. As Omega's knot starts swelling, he dips down, now using his voice to whisper into Phantom's ear.

"Let me breed you, little bat. Bare my kits. Produce my heirs. Such a lovely family we'll make." How can Phantom deny such a sweet request like that to his new mate?

"Please— Please, Omega!!" He's nodding. "Kits, want— Need— Please!"

Phantom's poor hole is absolutely stretched as Omega's knot starts latching. His balls are clenching up before he pours everything he has into Phantom's body, watching his little bat just get racked with sobs and cumming as well. Omega's finally able to take in Phantom's body, completely dark in blush, eyes just as full of stars as his, but his chest is swollen. His body preparing for a kit. That just sets Omega off more.

Flipping Phantom to his stomach once his knot deflates, and starts back up once again. Watching his wings flutter as orgasms are fucked out of him, no longer making sense—Even Omega is only giving growls and pants, their internal link shut off.

Now, ghouls in heat/rut follow like a normal cycle, can be a week, end late, end early, etc. Their bodies are able to preserve nutrients so they can focus on mating rather than food/water. So, it comes to a surprise when Omega has taken Phantom as his mating partner, gone for a week and two days. By time they come out of it, Phantom is just snuggled right under his chin, breathing so soft. They're still knotted together, Omega trying to figure out what the hell happened and how they ended up like this as their Intox has been going this entire time, too. All he knows is that Phantom smells... Fruity. Very, very, very fucking fruity.

That man is not ready to be a dad, so once he's able to break out he's running around the infirmary grabbing ghoul plan-b LMAO.

But, now they're taking in acknowledgment of Phantom's bond mark now smelling like Omega. Quietly talking over it, all while snacking and trying to regain what they lost.

"I... I mean, I like you... You're a great teacher, and all but... Maybe we should have a date later?" Phantom's just mumbling, staring at his breakfast sandwich with the biggest blush ever.

Omega just nods, "Yeah. Accidentally started at third base before we even shook hands... I'm sorry for, you know, force bonding. Are you okay?"

"I'm okay! Really, I promise I'm okay. Feral is a really strong thing, hard to control. But, my body didn't reject you so... But if you feel up to it, could definitely make it up to me with that date."

"Hmm, I can do that. Do you like ice cream?"

"Hell yeah!!"

They're just curled up together after eating, gently scenting one another for aftercare. Phantom feels so small against Omega like many others too, giggling and shoving his face right between Omega's giant chest.

"...What are you doing?"

"I could die here with no regrets."

"Now you just sound like Alpha— Sit up dork ass!"

[skele-bunny]

No, no, hyp, listen....

It's been an all day thing! Whining and holding his arm as Aether gets out of bed for work, sending non stop pictures and videos of his bare cunt, his hard little dick, humping Aether's pillows, constant messages of "I miss you"//"please come home"//"this is gonna be u when u get back."

He honestly won't stfu, and truthfully it's been taking Aether's attention away from his job.

So when Aether is finally on lunch, he makes his way back to the den. Of course, his darling is immediately right up on him as he enters their room. Kissing Aether's jawline, hand touching his scrub pants. "C'mon, please? Please, Teddy, need you so, so bad..."

He's always been a sucker when it comes to Dew. Just humming and leaning down, cupping his cheeks and just holding eye contact. Poor thing doesn't even realize what's happening as his consciousness slowly drifts in and out and his eyes get full of stars, doped up on so much quint he's drooling.

Aether slowly lays him back and shucks up- hey is that his?- shirt and his big palms grazing over his tits and down to his stomach to pull off boxers. Which are also his. Tsking as he sees all the dried cum and drool, but mainly the fresh that's still clinging between his folds. Aether just tosses them to the side before pulling his scrubs down and stroking himself to full mass. His sweet firefly just still and quiet, softly breathing n blinking. So inviting.

"You're wet enough, aren't you?"

Slides in and with a relaxed sigh, starts thrusting at his own pace. Maybe he did need this after all! Nice, tight, and warm compared to the cold, noisy, and exhausting hospital. Rubbing up and down his mate's sides, listening to nothing but his breathing. Dew is so lax, constellations in his eyes continuing to stare at the ceiling. God, Aether feels amazing. He's SO close to cumming, his hands squeezing Dew's tiny waist before grunting and knotting him.

What he didn't expect, however, was the feeling of squirt meeting back. Looking down and laughing at his still doped lover. "You're so pathetic sometimes, it's cute." Leans down and kisses Dew's cheek and slowly bringing him back out.

Dewdrop is pouting sooo much!! That wasn't fair! That's cheating! Now he doesn't feel satisfied and wants a better round- an ACTUAL round! But oh :( look at the time! Aether's gotta head back to work by time his knot deflates. Kissing his firefly and grabbing his sandwich to walk n eat.

Aether has no clue what Dew is talking about, he's certainly satisfied! /Sarc

i have thoughts and I HAVE TO SHARE THEM

so imagine dew annoying aether and begging him to just touch him but aether keeps saying no because he’s busy, but eventually he just snaps and brings dew back to his room and agrees to fuck him. but shdjdjd he uses his quintessence to make sure he doesn’t feel any of the pleasure, but dew cums anyway cus he’s pathetic

pebnis sploded

[juttytaylorsmustache]

HII CAN I HAVE PHANTOM AND RAIN WITH #42 (weed ofc), 49, 54, and 80??? ILL love you forever :3

#42: intoxication

#49: masturbation

#54: multiple orgasms

#80: sloppy/needy

𝟎𝟎𝟐 ⭑ ( kiss it better ) .ᐟ

Tags: intoxication (weed), masturbation, multiple orgasms, sloppy/needy, bottom rain, top phantom, yeah we SWITCHING IT UP, greening out, praise, cum swallowing, scent kink, face fucking.

Pairing: rain/phantom

Posted: 3/4/25

Rain muffled out a little whine as he pulled the blanket over his head more. The lights of the ghoul den TV shinning off the big comfy couch as he rolled over again.

It had been three hours, and the high was only getting more and more difficult to stand. The edible Swiss had given him, sure as hell was not 25mg.

The water ghoul was so overwhelmed by the sensation of the couch, he just melted. His head pounded, mainly from reaching for the remote only for his body to lean into it and completely fall.

The door creeks open, and a smaller ghoul looks at him confused.

“R-rain? Are you ok??” Phantom asks so worriedly.

Rain doesn’t even know if this is real, or if it’s apart of a dream. He sees phantoms face, yet…it’s not really there?

“Rain?!” He asks even more worried as he climbs on top of him, but his mistake is that his hand pressed right against rains aching groin.

He lets out an unexpected loud moan as his legs twitch. “F-uck…..n-need you bad..!” Rain can’t tell who he’s even looking at he’s so greened out.

The soft touch of rains hand against phantoms chest leaves him shivering in excitement. “Do you…want to?”

Rain, for whatever reason, brings phantom into a passionate kiss. His clawed hands rub up his back, tearing at his shirt as he rubs his chest against phantoms.

He’s confused, but he doesn’t hate it.

“Rain…” phantom says softly, palming the water ghoul just to get another reaction, “do you want a little something to help?” He never gets the chance to top, so he’s definitely taking it now!

Rain gasps, “just like that-“ his head rolls back, ignoring the answer.

Phantom had already decided it was his turn to show the ghoul pleasure, as he fiddled with the blankets across his body and reaching into the water ghouls pajama pants.

Rains back arches, a heavy breath as his body is set on fire. The contact of the quint ghouls hand against his hard cock sends a line of fire up his spine.

The ghoul twitches unstoppably, little nerve spasms across him as phantom buries his head into the ghouls crotch. Licking a stripe up from his ass to tip.

There’s just something about how rain smells like fresh rain in late spring that sets phantom off. Perhaps it’s the memories he has, of when he was first summoned and spent time making love with rain under the thunderstorm filled sky. Could possibly be the fact of how the smell brings him back to dancing and laying in the muddy gardens during may rains. It’s like he was intoxicated too, but on the nostalgia.

The water ghouls dick tightens, the thin veiny foreskin slipping on and off of his periwinkle head. Droplets of cum covering phantoms for head and nose as he nudges against the ghoul, eager to cover himself with the wonderful scent.

Rains long nails dig into phantoms scalp as he ruts against his cheek, a small pathetic cumshot painting his black hair.

“F-ck!” Rain moans without a care in the world of who hears. He just feels so good…he wants and needs more.

“I’ll take care of you, Lilly pad.” Phantom says softly, unbuckling his jeans to toss them aside.

It’s like it’s instinctive, the way rains legs part immediately, on either side of phantom as his sweatpants ride up to his thighs.

Phantom gets all in rains space, rubbing his tip against the water ghouls slobbery lips. The ghoul sticks his tongue out, as far as he can and takes him into his wet and hot mouth. Phantom could feel his tip pressing against the back of his throat. His tongue wrapped past his base, and it’s clear to him now why the other ghouls seem to always have something buried past his lips.

Rain whimpers, his knees to his chest as he rubs what little bit of his cock and touch against phantoms ass. He always was very flexible.

“Fuck droplet. Just like that.” Phantom groans, using his hands to hold the sides of rains face.

Rain is so stuffed, he can barely breathe. Does he care? He doesn’t even know what day it is. So no. He doesn’t. He loves the feeling of phantom deep in his throat. Not to mention how his nose is all pressed up against the ghouls stomach.

“Fuck..” phantom whimpers,

"Nhhhhggg...." was the only noise rain could make as he bit his lip hard. His hips twisted, squirming, every muscle in his body fighting to stay still and not chase the friction he so desperately craved. Phantom softly caressed his hand over rain’s cheek.

Phantoms load spilt as he came in the ghouls tight cavern. “S-o good for me.” He feels amazing. To say the least…

Rain’s teary eyes look up at phantom. When the ghouls meet his back, a tear escapes.

Phantoms thumb rubs over his cheek, “it’s alright, let me see?” He asks, pulling out.

The water ghoul slips out his long tongue, covered in phantoms cum as it drips to the back and starts to fill the back of his throat.

“Swallow,” phantom says seductively, a thumb pulling his bottom lip down to se the glistening load better as he swallows with a whine.

“Good, good good boy…”

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[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Alpha angst because I cannot leave this ghoul alone ! If I have to suffer so does he ! (I do love him very dearly)

"Why not me ?"

The question slips from too-loose lips, one too many drink freeing a sentence Alpha has bitten back many times in his existence topside. Omega pauses, bottle halfway to his lips, bicep stretching the black cotton of his shirt. His thick eyebrows pinch forward in a wordless question. Alpha sways forward, pressing into the quint's side. The kitchen is dead silent at this hour of the night, the empty bottles scattered around them a testimony to their dedication to getting thoroughly intoxicated, not an easy fit for creatures from hell. The only light pours from the window, liquid silver making the both of them look ethereal, not meant for this world. It isn't far from the truth.

"Why Terzo and not me ?"

Alpha truly must be that self-destructive, to ask such a question at such an hour, when Omega looks so unbearably soft, hair messed up and eyes gentle. The quint's mouth falls into a sad frown, and Alpha hates himself for being the reason behind such an expression, but doesn't retract what he said, just waits, with pleading eyes so unlike him, probably too close for comfort but too drunk to resist the pull of Omega's warmth.

Satan, Alpha feels so cold. How ironic.

"Alpha, you know I love you," Omega whispers in the silver of space between them, setting his bottle down. Alpha's face twists in a pain he's not sober enough to mask.

"But not like him."

Omega hangs his head down, eyes fluttering shut for a second before he faces Alpha again. The longing that hits the fire ghoul feels like running head first into a brick wall, breath catching in his lungs and refusing to get out again.

"No, not like him," Omega confirms softly, voice barely there, sticking in his throat. Alpha makes a wounded noise, even though he knew the answer, even though he hates how small and weak it sounds. Omega drags him closer, wraps his arms around him, does his best to smother the hurt he caused, rubbing his forehead against Alpha's temple.

"Why ?"

Why ? It's a question that haunts Alpha at night, keeps him up with his eyes on the ceiling, wondering, trying to understand. Terzo is a great guy, no amount of jealousy can deny that, even if Alpha, in his worst moments, likes to pretend, to dissect the smallest of Papa's actions to find an imaginary, unforgivable flaw. It's all wiped from his mind whenever Terzo hands him a water bottle after an excrutiating practice session, or smile at him with a proud glint in his eyes, or goes up on his tiptoes to press a kiss to his forehead. Then, only guilt remains. Yes, Terzo is a great guy. But isn't Alpha too ?

He almost scoffs out loud. Of course not. He's bitter, cranky, snappy, he has no patience and is stubborn to hell and back. He isn't great, no, he's not even good, not even a little bit.

But, still. Alpha was there with Omega, from start to finish. Granted, the start was rocky, to put it mildly. Blood splatters on the autel as they fought, Alpha desperate to regain control in a situation where he had none. But surely, he can be forgiven for this misguided reaction ? Surely, years of companionships, years spent with his shoulder pressed to Omega's, years spent supporting and encouraging him, surely those years are penance enough ?

They would fit so well, Alpha thinks, as Omega shifts and presses their foreheads together, they would make sense. Two puzzle pieces meant for each other. Except sometimes, pieces get lost, are put back in the wrong box, are damaged ; and, suddenly, they fit with another piece, a different one from a completely different puzzle, leaving the original missing piece tethering on the edge of an all consuming void, never to be filled by anyone else.

"I don't know," Omega finally answers.

Alpha aches.

Even when Omega's mouth presses against his, scotch flavored tongue slipping past the fire ghoul's lips, even as he kisses back with the desperate hope that it might soothe the burning in his throat, behind his eyes, in his heart, Alpha aches.

Because they can do that. They can kiss, they can cuddle, they can call each other sweet nicknames and even, sometimes, fuck. Alpha thinks it would maybe be easier if they couldn't. If Terzo was jealous of their easy intimacy, or if he simply was monogamous. But, no. No, Terzo is so comfortable in his relationship with Omega, so confident in it, trusts Omega so much, that it never has been a problem.

Because they know, all three of them, that no matter how strong what's between Omega and Alpha is, it could never compare to Terzo and Omega. To the couple that makes Siblings sigh dreamily and giggle with rosy cheeks, that makes even ghouls comment about true romance with only slightly teasing smiles. Terzo and Omega were not meant to be, a hellbeast and his too charming human, two worlds never supposed to wound up so closely entwined, and yet they defied every expectations, faced every criticism with unwavering conviction, and they made themselves fit, mismatched and yet perfectly harmonious.

It's precisely why they are as beautiful together as they are.

It makes Alpha want to curl in on himself and sob. He never stood a chance.

Anger would be easy, as he and Omega part, panting in each other's mouth, but the quint's eyes are so tender, so regretful, tears shinning in them like tragic jewels, he can't quite muster it. Not this late, not with his heart so bare, not with so muh alcohol in his blood. Instead, he presses a trembling hand over Omega's heart. Over the "III" inked there.

"I would love you until it killed me."

Omega's tears fall.

"You already do."

Alpha's head bow down, a suplication. He's never been more devout than when it comes to Omega. The quint drags him even closer, guides the fire ghoul's head to his shoulder, rocking them side to side. He presses kisses to every parts of Alpha he can reach, apologetic.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could take your pain away."

He can't. Alpha won't let him. Won't let him distance himself, won't let him try and find a way not to wave his relationship under Alpha's nose. Omega shouldn't have to walk on eggshells around him, especially not about something he fought so hard for. And as much as it kills him everytime it happens, Alpha refuses to give up the comfort of Omega's lips on his, the quint's body pressed to his, their soft noises mingling in the air.

"You are so dear to me, Alpha. So dear. I'm sorry it isn't enough. I'm sorry the way I love you is not what you wish for."

Alpha burries his face further into the soft fabric of Omega's shirt.

"It's alright," he whispers brokenly after a long handful of seconds.

It isn't, but Alpha can pretend. Knows Omega will let him.

"Just...for now..." Hold me.

The fire ghoul doesn't say it out loud, but they do know each other, achingly intimately. So Omega tightens his arms around Alpha.

And pretends he doesn't feel the tears dampening his shirt.

(tagging you @wrathofrats since you know. Alpha angst.)

[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.”

[divine-misfortune]

VOID PLEASE WHAT THE FUCK YOU CAN'T JUST POST THAT AND DIP PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (respectfully) MORE???????

911 I’m being threatened -

This is all manipulative and gross so it’ll go below the cut so big cw. Very dubious.

Also @0-miles-away to make sure you get to see this too-

Phantom’s cute and Dew cant get enough of him. There’s this spark of pure innocence in those eyes, he almost feels guilty just looking at him sometimes. And I’m sure Dew tried to curb his appetite for him, did his damndest to be satisfied with those little touches and chaste kisses because he does truly enjoy Phantom’s affections but at the end of the day…Dew is a demon, it is in his nature to sin. Lust and greed come to him so easily. An intoxicating mix that is too good not to get drunk off of.

There are lines he toes, ones that he pushes against, and other’s he likes to blur entirely because Phantom just doesn’t know right from wrong yet - and Dew was keen on teaching him that lesson before anyone else had the chance to paint a perfectly blank canvas.

Pecks turn to real kisses, and kisses deepen gradually until Phantom lets Dew’s tongue into his mouth without any little sounds of protest like he had in the past. It almost seems to make the little quint weak in the knees to be kissed so hungrily and unfortunately for him it only spurs him and his devious nature on. When Phantom starts to fold, it’s easier to convince Phantom to lay down and let himself be kissed dizzy on more than one occasion and surely it’s accidental that Dew’s knee finds itself pressed between his thighs a couple times. The little gasps and surprised mewls Phantom makes, trapped against his lips, oh it could drive the holiest of men to sin.

Dew wants more, and he’ll get more.

He takes to dry humping immediately and he gets so wet so fast. He smells like raw temptation. It only takes a little coaxing after that for Phantom to be willing to lose his clothes piece by piece but gives absolutely no protest to Dew touching him. Phantom even pleads a little for Dew to keep sucking on his nipples while he drags his bare cunt against his denim clad thigh.

It’s a good long while before Phantom lets Dew touch him there. Weeks of white lies and small amounts of pressure to feel the tight velvety grip of his cunt wrapped around his fingers. Phantom winces and grabs his wrist and tells him that it hurts but Dew is known to be convincing, and Phantom is known for blindly trusting him. The only real resistance he’s met with is when he goes for his own zipper, open thighs pulling shut, head shaking, Phantom is saying he’s not ready for that. He doesn’t want to lose his virginity yet, and despite Dew’s prior successful manipulation he can’t get him to budge an inch.

But his naivety is easily twisted and Phantom believes him when he proposes a workaround. It’s not technically losing his virginity if Dew never fucks him. Can’t argue with that logic.

Phantom trembles for him, knees pulled up to his chest, holding himself open so Dew can pour generous amounts of lube directly into his twitching hole before he starts working the blunt and awkward silicone inside of him. He squirms and whimpers and keeps begging Dew to wait, it hurts, don’t push it in anymore, but it’s okay starlight, just a bit more. Dew is practically shaking with excitement and anticipation when he sees the silicone jutting out of his pussy, he can’t help but touch the toy. Plays with it as if it were Phantom’s cunt. Not as warm or wet as he is, but Dew’s poor cock is aching to slip inside.

The vision of Phantom spread out for him like that is burned into his mind for the rest of eternity, jaw gone slack, face gone flush. Stretched to what felt like the limit to accommodate both flashlight and Dew. And now that he has him, Dew can’t hold himself back anymore. Restraint reaching its end. He pins him to the bed, knees pushed up past his shoulders, he just has to immediately jackhammer into his cunt while mindlessly babbling that he can’t wait to fuck him raw. Promises Phantom is gonna love having a cock in him too much to ever be empty again.

Pulls out and cums on his belly, paints the entire little trail of hair on his stomach white and drags his fingers through it to smear across Phantom’s tdick. Make it messy as he jerks him off.

“When you really let me put it in - ‘s gonna be right there. Gonna empty my balls that deep inside your cunt, look at how deep you’re gonna feel me. Know you’ll love how my load feels in you.”

And I truly don't think Dew would be willing to share, not till he gets to take his prize. Can't risk anyone getting the chance now can he? We all know that people like Swiss and Rain and Cirrus would chomp at the bit if they knew.

Makes Phantom promise to keep this their little secret, and he does, because he's a good boy that listens to Dew, and Dew only wants what's best for him doesn't he?

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

Bodysuit: part 2

Tysm to @hypnoneghoul for requesting this!! It took a while to write (tbh I kinda forgot about it oops) but it’s here and it’s glorious.

(Tagging @cheerycherrycandy-resurrected and @0-miles-away cause they seemed interested)

Includes: Trans phantom, DP, intox, weed use, anal fingering, pussy/cunt/clit used for Phantom, slight dumbification

Words: 1410

Phantom feels like they’re floating. They’re not sure how long they’ve been laying here or even how many hits they’ve had fed to them. Their mouth tastes like smoke and they can’t help but twitch and arch their back whorishly when Mountain’s fingers curl inside them.

“Good boy, see, it’s not so bad, is it?” Swiss coos with one arm wrapped around their waist, pressing them against his bare chest. His other hand holds the joint the three have been sharing, almost gone at this point. “You just needed some help relaxing.”

Phantom’s neglected cunt throbs almost painfully. As much as they love Mountain’s fingers in their ass, it’s not quite enough to feel good without that extra stimulation. They long to reach down between their thighs and stroke themself but their limbs feel blissfully heavy and hard to control.

“Buh…” They mumble. Their tongue feels heavy too. “Puh… please… touch…”

Swiss reaches over to the nightstand and stubs out the joint on his ashtray. “We are touching you, bug. Are you already too high to remember that?”

“No…” Phantom whines, gasping as Mounain’s fingers explore deeper. They clench around nothing with another whimper. “Touch my… my pussy, please.”

“Do you think they’ve earned it?” Swiss asks Mountain, who looks up with a low chirp.

“I’d say they have.” Mountain shrugs with a lazy grin. “But I dunno if I heard them ask properly the first time. Can you ask me again, buggy?”

Phantom whimpers. “Pleaseeeeee, please, I’ll be so good, touch please? Please, Mounty?” They crack their eyes open and try to bat their eyelashes at him like Rain taught them. Mountain kisses the inside of their thigh and-

“Aaah! Aah, aah, owwww…“ Phantom squirms in Swiss’s grip. A white-hot mix of pain and pleasure shoots up their spine as the multi pulls back the hood of their clit and rubs his calloused fingertips over the sensitive nub. “Ffffffffuckfuckowow- too fucking hmnnnngh sensitive-“

“Aww, but this is what you wanted. And it feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t be greedy.” Swiss scolds them, pinching their little dick. Phantom whimpers.

“I think they’re ready,” Mountain announces, removing his fingers from their ass. Phantom whines at the unpleasant emptiness and lashes their tail. Mounty catches their tail with a warning hiss. “Careful, don’t get greedy.”

“I think it’s too late for that sentiment,” Swiss chuckles. Two of his fingers tease the little quint’s pussy, spreading their folds. “Look, they’re fucking drooling. Pretty thing can’t wait to get used, isn’t that right?” He gives Phantom’s ear a little nip to emphasize his point, making Phantom clench with a squeak. They nod dumbly.

“Good boy. Where do you want us, baby?” Swiss purrs in their ear. Phantom opens their mouth to speak but just can’t seem to string words together.

Frustrated, they thump their tail against the bed and whimper until finally they’re able to say, “In-inside.”

“Inside where?” Swiss coos, lazily petting at their cunt with two fingers. “Here?”

“Both.” Ant pants. “B-both holes.”

“Good boy.” Swiss praises again, then he’s manhandling Phantom into a different position. When their head stops spinning they realize they’ve been flipped over, face pressed into Swiss’s neck. The multi’s hard cock twitches where it’s pressed between their bellies.

“Lift your hips, bluebell.” Mountain murmurs, guiding Phantom into position, propped up on trembling knees. “There we go… fuck.” Phantom hears some shuffling and the click of Mountain’s phone camera. The end of their tail wriggles happily. “Satanas, you look so pretty. Forged by Asmodeus themself.”

Phantom can’t help but purr at that. Swiss murmurs something to them but they’re too fuzzy to remember it. They’re aching, so horny it hurts. The warm press of Mounty’s tip against their asshole feels like bliss and they trill eagerly.

“Ready?” Mountain asks teasingly. Phantom nods impatiently with a whimper that turns into a soft moan as the earth ghoul slides inside. Fireworks burst behind their eyes and they dig their claws into Swiss’s arms to ground themself.

“Mmmfff… Fuck…” Ant mumbles. “Guh…”

“That’s right, baby bat. Feels good to not think anymore, hm?” Swiss croons in their ear. “You don’t need to worry about anything but keeping your legs open.”

Phantom nods. It does feel nice. They wonder fleetingly if it’d be possible to stay like this forever, high and horny and willing, but every thought disappears from their mind as the front of Mounty’s thighs come to rest against the back of theirs. He’s so deep it takes their breath away.

“Fuck, Bug, c’mere. Let’s give Swiss a show.” Mountain slips his arm under Phantom’s body and effortlessly pulls them upright against his chest. Phantom yelps in surprise, their vision spinning for a moment, but the look in Swiss’s eyes is all worth it. Everything blurs again when Mountain rocks his hips and Phantom melts against the larger man’s chest.

“Fuck ‘em a little faster, they can take it.” Swiss tells Mountain, eyes fixed on the faint swell in Phantom’s stomach. The hand not working his cock reaches out and touches the quint’s belly almost reverently. “Unholy shit, Mount, I can see your cock in there. Poor thing’s stuffed full, aren’t you?”

Phantom’s eyes roll back as Mountain fucks a brutal rhythm into them. The stretch is almost painful, just enough of a sting to make them squirm. Mountain grabs their hip with one big hand and oh it makes Phantom feel so small. If they were sober, they’d be embarrassed at the whorish little mewls spilling from their lips.

“Make ‘em cum. Get their pussy all tight and sensitive for me.” Swiss requests with a moan, bucking his hips into his hand. Phantom’s embarrassingly close already so it only takes a few strokes of Mountain’s fingers over their poor neglected pussy until they’re at the edge. They cum with a squeak, writhing In Mountain’s arms.

“Good boy,” Mountain rumbles. The rhythm of his hips slows to a slow grind as Phantom shudders and whines. Two of his big fingers spread Phantom’s cunt, drawing a whine out of them. “All yours, Swissy.” They feel so exposed.

“For me?” Swiss grins, pushing himself upright to sandwich Phantom in between his and Mountain’s chests. “Mounty, you shouldn’t have.” His cockhead slides against Phantom’s folds until it finally catches on their cunt and bullies its way inside.

Phantom keens. They’d estimate only about an inch or two of Swiss’s cock is inside them but they feel stretched past their limits. They can’t possibly fit more of him, yet he just keeps pushing.

“Sss- Swi-iss-“ Ant gasps, pawing at the multi’s chest. They don’t even know what to say. Their brain is scrambled.

“I know, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Swiss coos, nuzzling against their neck. “Finally having those greedy holes filled?”

“Uh-huh.“ Phantom nods. They melt into the affection with a whine. “Thank-k y-you.”

“So polite.” Mountain praises. “We should get them this high more often. Maybe leave them in the den common room for everyone to play with. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He punctuates his question with a jolt of his hips and Phantom squeals.

“Poor thing’ll be ruined.” Swiss purrs, rolling his hips. “But that’s what you want, isn’t it, bug?”

Phantom nods with a whine. They can barely think and it feels like too much but they need more. Their mind dissolves into a blissful soup.

What feels like hours passes. When Ant can make sense of the world again they’re laying on top of Mountain while he purrs and strokes their hair. They chirp and manage to lift their head to look at him.

“Hey bug.” Mountain smiles down at them. “You back with us?”

“I think.” Phantom mumbles. “Still high though.” They glance around the room. “Where’s Swiss?”

“Here.” Swiss’s voice is a bit muffled, his face buried in the crook of Mountain’s neck. Phantom realizes his arm has been draped over their back the whole time. “How do you feel?”

“Good. Fuzzy. A little sore.” Phantom replies. They give an experimental clench and wince. “Mm. Definitely sore. In a good way though.”

“Good to know.” Swiss chuckles, lifting his head from Mountain’s neck to press a kiss to the side of Phantom’s head. They lean into it and yawn.

“’M’a sleep.” They mumble. “Love you.”

They lay their head back on Mountain’s chest. The other ghouls reply with a duet of I love you too’s, but Phantom is already asleep by the time their eyes close.

[moldycantaloupe]

29 with t4t swisstom perhaps 👀

from this prompt list, 678 words of t4t swisstom coming right up! slight cw for exhibitionsim, phantom is desperate.

Swiss could laugh at how desperate his bug soon became after being summoned, always needy and ready for something, or someone. He had been trying to enjoy his night after a long day of menial chores at the ministry, lounging out in the common rooms. A movie Rain recommended was on, but his investment was short lived when he noticed the figure at his side. Phantom stood right next to him, their eyes not quite meeting his own. They grasped at the hem of their sweatshirt, nervous.

“What’s up, bug?” He stretched his arms over the back of the couch, watching as Phantom flinched at his voice.

“Um… help,” they cleared their throat, “I need help. Please.” 

“Yeah?” He tilted his head with a grin. “With what?”

A whine got caught in their throat, hands never stopping with their shirt. “Swiss, please don’t tease.”

“Well, I’m kind of in the middle of something…” He gestured a hand towards the movie still playing, “so if you need something, spit it out.”

“I-” Phantom hid their flushed face behind their hair, “Swiss, please,”

Swiss hummed, lips pursed as he stared straight at them. They tried to hide from his eyes to no avail. 

Soon he let out a feigned sigh of annoyance, patting his thigh. “Alright, c’mere.” 

Phantom hesitated, their head swiveling to look around the room.

“But-” 

The small circles began to grow increasingly faster as they grew more desperate, breathy moans directed into his ear. He could feel himself growing wet at the display in front of him, finding it hard to keep his resolve. The minty scent of their arousal was intoxicating. They tried to reach out to grab his hand but were immediately met with a stern look of disapproval and hiss. 

“You can either wait, or you can do your business and get on with your night.” Swiss put simply. Phantom seemed to make up their mind in a second, soon finding themselves straddled to his thigh, a hand on his shoulder to keep balance.

They immediately began grinding against his thigh in small circles, letting out the smallest sigh in relief. Swiss hummed again in content and glued his eyes back onto the television, doing his damndest to ignore the whiny ghoul on his lap.

“Please, touch me,” they whimpered.

“It’s my thigh or nothing,” Swiss warned, “I’m not lifting a finger to help you get off.”

He could cum just at the look they gave him. Their head landed on top of their hand on his shoulder as they let out a cry. In desperation for stimulation, their free hand snuck its way under their sweatshirt, fondling at their chest. Their grinding became erratic as their whines and whimpers turned into moans, successfully muting out any sound coming from the TV. Swiss groaned as one of their knees pressed into his own cunt, the pressure welcome. He could feel the spot on his sweatpants growing damp under their ministrations.

“Oh, hell- Swiss-” Phantom bit into their hand at a particular hard grind, a choked out moan getting caught in their throat.

“So damn noisy.” Was all Swiss said underneath the squirming quint. Their knee was a constant now at his aching cunt. He blushed deeply at the feeling, trying to keep his own noises from escaping through his bitten lip.

“‘M close,” they whimpered. “Please, Swiss,”

Before he could say anything, their grinding sped them through as their orgasm hit, moaning his name through it all. He grunted at his own release thanks to them, his head hitting the back of the couch. They panted as they slowed to a stop, their legs twitching in overstimulation.

“Swiss,” they whispered in his ear after a beat, “please help.”

He inhaled sharply and lifted his head back up, eyes back onto the now forgotten movie.

“I told you after the movie.” He couldn’t help the smirk when he felt their hips circle his thigh again, the smallest noise escaping them.

[atmosghoul]

plsplsplspls share thoughts

OK I LITERALLY POSTPONED GOING TO THE BAR TO WRITE THIS SO AS PROMISED: NSFW BELOW THE CUT also everyone thank @jimothybarnes for receiving my random horny ghoul thoughts at all hours and encouraging this

Some Swiss/Phantom/Mountain for the soul

Forced intoxication(it’s consensual phantoms really into it), tied hands, use of Daddy, cockwarming

MDNI etc

Phantom gags and chokes around the cock in his mouth. His mind is fuzzy and his body feels like jelly but the way his throat constricts involuntarily around the thick cock is proof enough to the multi ghoul that he’s not where Swiss wants him.

They’d been like this for what felt like hours. Phantom straddling Mountain keeping his cock warm with his hands tied behind his back while Swiss used his mouth to bring himself to the edge over and over and over again.

Swiss slips his cock out of the Quint ghoul’s mouth and the little bug gasps heaving breaths as drool spills from his lips in rivulets.

“Seems like someone needs a little more huh?” Swiss says with a mischievous grin.

Phantom gazes up at Swiss like he hung the moon. Staring with a half lidded glazed over look as Swiss brings the half smoked joint to his lips and orders him to suck.

“That’s it baby boy suck it down for me and hold it in.”

Swiss pulls the joint away taking a hit for himself and watching Phantom struggle to hold his breath before descending into a coughing fit.

Mountain groans under phantom tightening his grip the smaller ghouls hips giving a gentle push and pull warning a frankly pathetic sound from him.

“Fuck Swiss he’s so tight already. If you keep making him cough and clench like that I’m gonna cum too soon,” Mountain says slowly grinding into Phantom.

Swiss apologises with a chuckle as he grabs the red solo cup from the nearby dresser and takes a swig of the jack and coke he’d poured.

“You want a drink lil bug?” He asks running his fingers through Phantoms shaggy hair and watching the white tendril fall back in front of his face as the smaller ghoul nods emphatically.

“Alright open up for me, lovebug.”

Swiss gently grips Phantom’s jaw with one hand and brings the cup to his lips and holds eye contact while tipping the dark liquid into his mouth and Phantom gulps it down greedily.

He already feels the weed taking effect and the alcohol makes the fuzziness all the more intense. He visibly relaxes more and breathing is coming easier. Mount grinds into him again cock and he whimpers and thinks he might explode if Swiss doesn’t let him cum soon.

“Good boy,” Swiss says as he reaches over and sets the cup back on the night stand keeping his grip on Phantom’s jaw. “Need you nice and relaxed to take Mounty’s big cock. You wanna be good and let him fuck you hard right?” He leans down moving his face mere inches from Phantom’s.

“Doesn’t the big guy deserve to let loose?” He asks before moving phantom’s head up and down in a forced nod.

“Yeeaahh that’s right baby boy. But first,” Swiss stands back up and takes hold of his cock stroking it a few times.

“You ready for more of Daddy’s cock?” He asks slapping it softly against Phantoms cheeks wet with drool and tears from how much he’s been gagging.

Phantom doesn’t get the chance to answer before Swiss shoves his cock in all the way to the back of his throat and starts a brutal pace immediately.

The noises Swiss makes will be ingrained in his mind forever.

[skele-bunny]

Thinking about the Ministry's Breeding Program...

CW - DUBCON, DRUGGING, AND QUINT INTOX!

The ministry LOVES the thought of specific breeding to produce more ghouls solely for the purpose of the project. It took such a big trial and error before finding out what elements truly worked the best for what outcome.

Ghouls got blood tests regularly, and specifically picking ones for genetics? They didn't know any better.

Let's say: Alpha and Chain.

Alpha, such a strong and firey lead yet so loyal. Chain, vicious and willing to become carnal if needed, yet the hypnosis of a true siren.

Why not?

Using one of the few quintessence, Chain had become something limp. Drooling helplessly, unable to form words and only groan. The set up was sloppy at the time, just a bed inside a sectioned off part of the hospital.

With a rut inducer and some helpful intox just as much, Alpha was led inside. It was almost instant they had mated, Chain's face scrunching from the uncertain actions happening to their body. Lazily trying to push at his chest before sub coming completely to the intox, taking it with enthusiastic moans and body happily responding as the quintessence reached the deepest parts of desires.

Then later down the line, they had realized simply water ghouls were the best carriers. Not only could they have multiple but they were more — Stretchy. Able to carry without much of an issue.

Omega placed under a heavier intox and muscle relaxers, not thinking for himself whatsoever as water ghoul after water ghoul took turns riding him for his knot. All given heat inducers, and as far as they knew, this was a program for them to have relief and increase their willing chance to carry.

Then, they advanced the presentation.

A literal breeding stock. Taking their heat induced ghoul, locking them up and keeping their body accessible. Then they'd bring their "knot" in, so doped beyond compare they couldn't really see in front of them properly, mind overtaken with that primal instinct just to mate.

So now imagine Aether helplessly drooling on Dewdrop's back as he fucks his fifth knot inside his sloppy hole. Thrusting his load deeper and deeper in, listening to his droplet squeal and whine with each movement, tail staying to the side to give access.

Especially once Dew turned fire? This time, placing him in the stocks with Alpha and Ifrit taking turns on different days of the week to breed him, desperate in their haze for it.

Not to be brash, but Rain and Swiss weren't really, excellent, for the program in better words. But Rain could take Mountain, and that's all that mattered. Swiss had a few rare traits that could be beneficial enough to shove him in with Phantom as his receiver, Aurora nearby just staring at the ceiling in a bliss after being the first receiver.

Zephyr nuzzled in with Sunshine, the clergy wondering if they'd cause an even more new string of evolution.

Sometimes they like to play dolls like that. Try to create this, make that, keep this ability, but throw that one away.

And when they're successful for their breeding? The intox so so so deep they don't realize it was done at the stocks, thinking of the last time they had sex and discussing their options. There's ofc some manipulation to keep, promises so great and warm love offered.

After all, it's so hard to have kits topside! Why would you ever want to rid of it?

[eros-ghoulette]

As it always did and always will

The ritual was doing great, until it wasn't. (Chronic pain Zephyr)

Characters: Zephyr, Ifrit, Terzo, Aether Word count: 656

It was warm, some may say hot, and Zephyr felt the sweat on their forehead while playing. They would try to get some cooler air, but that would only lead to mistakes, as their attention needs to be on the keyboard, not their element. Zeph looked over to Ifrit for a quick second, the fireghoul jumping around on stage, and they were happy to wear a mask, as the smile that formed on Zephs lips wouldn’t really spread Satans message.

It was a great ritual, the crowd was hyped, eating every of Papas inappropriate jokes up, and it was intoxicating. Everyone knew that after tonight’s show it would take some time to calm down; mostly for Dewdrop until he would collapse in his bunk. 

At least that was it until they felt something. Something that made their fingers stop for a moment. A sharp breath followed, and they tried to cover it up. No one seemed to have noticed. Zephyr had moved their lower body, trying to sit more comfortable, but it only resulted in something oh so familiar. And they prayed to the lord down below that it was just the short sting. 

But it wasn’t, of course it wasn’t. Another movement, another sting, and they feared the moment they needed to stand up. It never happened on stage before, why now? Why couldn’t it just go away? As long as they played, it was easy to cover up, the pain only begun. But the longer they sat there, the pain got more. Zeph knew it had been a mistake to go into the city before the ritual. Why had they agreed? 

Ifrit smelled a wave of anxiety and pain coming from the airghoul as he walked past them, and he looked at them. He immediately knew what was wrong.

The last song ended and Zephyr took a deep breath, trying to calm down. They lowered their hands on their knees and closed their eyes shortly, before standing up. How they managed to do that without falling back, they had no clue. Walking without showing they were in pain was hard, but they somehow managed to do that. Ifrit put an arm around them, his eyes burning intensely in worry. He heard the gasp while bowing, saw the slight limp even though his pack mate tried to hide it.

“Zeph?”

They had left the stage just two seconds ago, when Ifrit took his mask off, leaving his arm around the other and guiding them to Papas changing room. He had a bigger sofa in there. 

“What’s wrong?”, Terzo asked, walking beside them suddenly.

“I don’t know. Zephs back and legs”, Ifrit answered, feeling Zephyrs weight more and more on his shoulders, as the other tried to get the weight off themself. 

Terzo opened the door, worried about his ghoul. He watched the two of them, then turned toward the door again.

“I’ll get Aether.”

“Lay down, Zeph”, Ifrit said, trying to help somehow. The airghoul did as told and whimpered as they first sat down.

“Let me get that off.” The guitarist crouched down and took Zephyrs mask off, revealing the sweaty face and a painfully distorted expression. His heart broke, seeing the other like this. It was not the first time seeing them in pain, but it seemed to be harder than usual.

“You did great tonight, Zeph”, he muttered, trying to soothe them. His hand caressed their cheek. “Perfect as always.” He kissed their temple softly.

Behind them there were steps and Aether followed by Terzo entered the room. 

“Zeph.” The quint was next to Ifrit in no second and looked at his packmate with a pitiful expression. “Can you turn a bit, so I can reach your back?”

Ifrit walked over to Terzo, leaving Aether enough space. He knew it would be alright, he knew it wasn’t the first time. But still, his heart ached, as it always did and always will. ______________________________

I'm so sorry for writing about them again, and again, and again... But my brain is rotting and i love Zeph. Also, it's not my fault my brain is focused on them (i hope the person whose fault it is feels called out). Anyway, thinking about Zeph is my new hobby!!!!!

[everybodyshusband]

apparently wip wednesday has become a thing which i LOVE, so here's a sneak peak of one of my kinktober ficlets...

cw. early stages of quintosis, dubcon, fucked up aether, quint on quint action

Aeon nods again, reaching up to tap Aether’s wrist three times in quick succession, their agreed upon non-verbal safe-word . They’ve got a verbal one as well, Aether insisted upon it—although Aeon’s beginning to wonder whether that’s in place to protect him or to protect Aether if things go awry—but Aeon, well… he doesn’t remember it. He knows it, he’s sure,, but Aether’s hidden it deep inside his memory, to be evoked only if Aether mutters a certain word that prompts a check-in. He’s insisted that it works, that he’s tested it and that Aeon has, in fact, responded with it during their other scenes. The only thing is, Aeon doesn’t know whether to believe him or not. He’s quickly discovered he likes it that way.

“That’s perfect, well done, bug. Alright, I’m going in…”

The sparks in Aether’s eyes swirl faster and faster, hypnotic in their movement. Aeon tries his best to keep his eyes open but the longer he looks at the spiral effect, the harder that task seems to be. Eventually, his eyes slip closed and now that he’s no longer got visual stimuli to keep him occupied it’s… weird. He can feel Aether inside of his head, sifting through his memories. Strictly speaking, he’s only supposed to be plucking out all the memories of Aeon’s previous sexual encounters and putting them to the side, locking them away in a box, and he already knows that Aether is the only one with the key. But despite what the two of them agreed upon, Aeon knows that Aether’s bending that rule, can feel Aether watching all the memories of sex that Aeon has in his head, playing and replaying them over and over again as if they’re his own personal pornos.

Like this, Aether could do whatever he wanted to these memories. The thought sends a thrill of horrifying excitement through Aeon that goes straight to his cunt. If he chose to, Aether could change these memories, insert himself in the place of his packmates. He could twist them into something awful, to make sure that he is the only one Aeon will come to for relief out of fear for what the others could do to him. He could lock Aeon’s memories away forever and make him lose half his recollections of his time Up Top. It’s an awful feeling. Dangerous, terrifying. Intoxicating. He can’t fight against it but even if he could, Aeon would be more than happy to submit easily to the other quintessence ghoul’s magick. He finds himself being swept up in the tide of it, unable to push back against the torrent of suggestion that Aether is pushing through his mind.

[thehypnone]

Mountain totally has dynamics with them all, yes!! Do you think the one he keeps as a dominant in a predator/prey with Swiss? Maybe even some Quint magick intox where he's actually the sub to be dumbed out? Aaahh!! So many ideas about their dynamic. Maybe they're more fluid with theirs and have switching roles depending on what they want.

I like to think, though, when they do CNC together Mountain gets ecstatic over being the victim. Being talked down to, threatened, and just being towered over by Swiss while he cries and just does his best to please the other ghoul. Of course it's met with so much love and aftercare while he's in a subspace!!!

yessss yes yes!!! you get it. he absolutely loves this, especially the aspects that make his brain literally melt and it's such a show of trust. it's not that he doesn't trust his other packmates, he does and he would with his life, but his bond with swiss is different. they are connected and understand each other on a molecular level and mountain is always the closest to heaven a ghoul can get when with swiss. mountain loves being the victim because in the pit in the normal circumstances he never would be, he would be on top of the food chain. nobody knows how that turned into being turned on by the opposite. and the aftercare in any case is the bestest ever, sometimes swiss may stretch it over a few days of absolutely pampering his mate and not letting him out of his arms for a second

[captainpains]

Baby Lothcats (Hardcase x reader)

I'm still going! I think this is the most I've ever posted! For the @clonexreaderbingo. Enjoy this trash for Hardcase ❤️

Prompt: Animal

Warnings: gn reader, intoxication mentioned, animals (injured animals), Def more platonic but kinda like realizing you have a crush,

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Your tiny tattoo shop was located right next to the clone bar.

Meaning you got a lot of drunk clientele. 

Obviously, you would turn away those that were too drunk to really be lucid. However, 

You were willing to do tats for the republic's finest, even the more tipsy of them. It was really funny to watch the shinies stumble in and ask for ridiculous tattoos, the start of their individuality. Your favorite ones to do were the meaningful ones, to honor fallen brothers or important moments. You were happy to do it for them…

“Hey! We are closed!” You heard Quint, the only other person in the shop, yell towards the door.

“I need to talk to Tats!” An excited voice that you know well called from the front door.

You put down your stylus, this design could wait until tomorrow, as you stood up to see what the commotion was in the front room. When you entered, you saw Hardcase, a client that slowly became one of your closest friends. He was excitedly standing there, holding a box in his arms.

“Why don’t you headout for the night. I can lock up alone.” You suggested.

The other artist begrudgingly agreed to leave, with a look of discontent shot towards Hardcase as they left the room. 

“Alright, Casey, what is so import-” 

A soft meow came from the box. Then another. Then another. Until a chorus of meows flowed from the box.

“I found ‘em on the way over here. Poor things were just left out there.”

You looked into the box to find three small Lothkittins inside. The little guys had matted fur and were far too skinny to be healthy. All three of them looked up at you with large eyes.

“Oh, the poor things,” you said, reaching your hand into the box. You gently patted one of their heads.

“What do ya think we should do with ‘em?” Hardcase asked.

“Well, we should start by taking them to a vet. There is an emergency animal hospital on the way back to my apartment.”

“Alright! Lead the way Tats.”

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“Okay, it looks like all three of the Lothkittens are in good health.” The vet said. “It’s a very good thing you brought them here, disease is rampant and who knows what these little guys would’ve caught.”

“Thank you so much,” you said to her as she handed you a carrier that held the kittens.

“All is good. Remember to only feed them soft foods for now, kibble is too hard for kittens so young.”

“Got it. Thanks again, doc,” Hardcase waved as you both left.

You walked in silence towards your apartment for a few minutes. It was a nice bonding experience with your friend. Although looking at Hardcase, you felt some sort of admiration in your chest and not the kind you felt around friends. He was a friend that always knew how to cheer you up, and he was very kind. And, had he always looked this handsome? The lights of the street were bright and highlighted Hardcase’s jawline and made his tattoos glow almost.

“So, what are we gonna do with them?” Hardcase asked. “I mean there is no way you could keep all three of them.” 

“No, I’ll probably just keep one. But we can worry about that later. For now, we should just find something to feed these little guys.” You replied.

You made it back to your apartment and managed to find something that the kittens could eat. Hardcase happily played with them while you set up an area for them to sleep and play safely. He was petting them and let one crawl across his back. He was laughing as the little one bapped his head. It was an undeniably sweet moment. You laughed a little as the kitten hopped onto his head. It was so cute. 

You could see yourself getting used to it.

[ashtonderoy]

You won't see me dressed disgracefully at a LGBTQ2S+ Pride Parade.

Written by Ashton Deroy I attended the Pride Parade in Bay of Quinte June 8th 2024. Despite problems some have with the culture of the Parades. I did not show up publicly indecent, I did not make an intoxicated spectacle of myself and I didn’t start any drama with the Pride parade Organization despite prior drama. Why I think it is important to highlight how I dressed at Pride? I dressed in…

[bampotsdiary]

The Hogmanay Steak Pie

Thers thaim doon the street thits desperately attemptin tae purchase as much intoxication as is conceivably possible tae swally wey oot the aid eh the emergency services an a stomach pump in ther preparations fur round two !

Meanwhile, moi here is concentratin oan the essentials required tae see the auld year oot,which happen tae be puff pastry ,stewin steak an sausages which will aw be lovingly combined in the big ashet ,weyoot fuckin Bisto gravy granules.

See traditionally here in Scotland the bells ur brought in oan Auld Years Night by the scrannin eh a steak pie at midnight.

But jist remmemer tae cook yer pie properly .

Here's a Hogmanay Steak Pie warnin fae Quint