#forces of aether

[lxvvie]

Couples Shit with Simon Riley, Lovably Pissed Grumpy Cat Editon:

cw: alcohol and alcoholic consumption

If you thought sober Simon had grumpy cat tendencies, drunk Simon is on another level of grumpy cattiness, complete with the way he'll look up and squint his eyes in catty judgment every time you cease to stop scratching his scalp. Fuck you stop for, lovie?

Simply put: Splooting and snoring. On you.

Simon getting the munchies after a night out and snacking on your favorite snacks, y'know, the ones that don't (lovingly) hold a candle to his? Simon confesses that actually yeah, you do have good taste in food and you're the reason why his taste buds aren't so shitty anymore. The food choices are just one more thing to lovingly bicker about, sweetheart.

Your big bear of a soldier being a bit more talkative than normal while pissed. It's not uncommon for you two to be laid up, staring at the ceiling, and conversing about life. One time, Simon pensively revealed that "Mum and Tommy would've liked you and Pa would've been jealous..."

Similarly, Simon confessing all these life plans he had in mind for the two of you, what he'd do after he left the military, how you two would spend the rest of your lives together, travel, and annoy the Cap'n. Maybe. More than likely. OH, and he can finally stay naked all day and sleep in with you. This being said from the bathroom where he's taking the longest piss known to man. Oh, Simon. ❤️

Hand holding. Drunk Simon really loves to hold your hand. Loves to intertwine your fingers and compare the sizes. Gushes about how soft yours feels compared to his. Always talks about how you two "fuckin' fit" and if he could, he'd hold your hand forever.

Drunk texting you like crazy. Even when he's right beside you. Simon wants you to know that he loves you and that your ass is better than any pillow he's slept on. Er, thank you, Si-bear.

Speaking of drunk texting, remember when he let the fellas know he's a missus now? Yeah, he also spoke of the wedding plans. The Cap'n would give him away, Gaz would be the best man, and Johnny would be the flower girl but because he's, y'know, Soap, he'll just spray bubbles or some shit instead of throwing petals. OH, and that he really wants a Spring wedding but whatever color they choose for said wedding, please don't pick the color purple because it's overrated and washes him out. Huh???

After Simon suggests you two adopt Soap, he comes home with a drunken Johnny in tow and introduces him like he just got him. From somewhere, you guess. Simon goes on and on about how you two have to be good "role models" for Johnny as if he isn't a grown man who had good role models growing up. The picture you snapped of them cuddled up together on the couch (that you later shared with Gaz) sleeping the alcohol off was worth it, and Simon would much rather you and Soap not talk about it. Ever. ("What we have is special, Lt.—" "That'll fuckin' DO—")

Simon telling you that, as your missus, he, too, will wear a wedding band. On his cock. Because you love his cock and you love him. OH, and because he won't lose it when he's deployed. They don't call it a cockring for nothing, lovie.

[wrathofrats]

Aether only fucking dew with half of his cock so he can fully force himself inside as dew cums and thrashes on the bed from the feeling

[divine-misfortune]

I need aether force mascing phantom who he insists doesn't know what's best for him and then also pumping his clit till it's so fat and swollen and sensitive it hurts so bad phanton might cry

And then Aether blows him about it-

[silentartcave]

Clairen Skins 03

[shaykesqueer]

Ghostober Day 9: Force Masc

CW: Dirty talk, anal, pet play, ftm Dew and Aether

Thank you @kroas-adtam for organising!

Aether just needs a little encouragement before he fucks Dew like a good boy…

Dewther won in the poll, but not pictured is the follow up - Aether fucking Lulu’s tits 😈

Full Uncensored on Pillowfort and Patreon 💕

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[ismyteadoneyet]

He chuckles low at my confusion. "You think I don't recognize my own casting or sense its absence?" He leans close to whisper in my ear. "I can feel them, Briana. The Oaths I've cast." His eyes drift across my face and throat. "And I don't feel any of me... on you."

- 'Legendborn' by Tracy Deonn, page 268

Graveyard Scene, my beloved

[nights-at-crystarium]

What if Exarch's hair started going grey before he arrived to the First, before he became Exarch. What if. What if that happened on the Source when the Ironworks told him what he slept through.

[merry-fagoland]

traveler as a "Witness"

[mythrilpencil]

Another spoilery late-plot scene from my WIP with Edge; takes place a few plot points before Rage Against the Void.

Word Count: 967

Lesson One: People First

———

The chamber was coming down. Fast.

Now that the Shard was dislodged from its circuit high above, all of the aether it had been channeling through the supports flanking every wall dispersed in an instant. Metal screeched and stone growled as gravity pulled against the ancient structure.

“Get the Shard!” Ayaan called out over the din.

Edge and Ayaan ran. For a human, Ayaan was fast. But Edge was faster. Trained on the Shard, he dashed across the chamber, dancing across the giant slabs of stone even as cracks snaked through them and the flat floor became a shifting obstacle course. Some went sideways. Some  fell into the depths below. Some jolted upwards, no longer weighed down by circuitry beneath them.

The Shard hit the floor with a crack and a pulse of loose aether. The storm it held within its crystal shell started to flicker through the cracks. 

Almost there…almost—

A metal pillar fell behind Edge. Ayaan shouted.

Edge glanced behind him. Then slid to a stop.

Ayaan was several slabs behind him. And was now pinned beneath a metal pillar.

Edge called out, “Ayaan!”

Another crack of stone and screech of metal pierced the air as another pillar fell. This one grazing the slab that the Shard had fallen to. That slab started to tilt.

Edge glanced back and forth between Ayaan and the Shard. 

Ayaan looked up from trying to pry himself free. From this distance, only the barest glint of his gold eyes pierced the churning dust. “What are you waiting for!?” he shouted, waving a free hand out at Edge, “Get the Shard and get out of here!”

Edge looked back at the Shard. Another crack split its crystal shell; another wisp of angry aether licked through the air like a snake finally freed from a cage. 

What would Zenith do?

In Edge’s moment of hesitation, the slabs between him and Ayaan collapsed. Ayaan’s slab started to tilt, weighed down by the metal pillar and teetering on the frail support beam underneath. 

Edge tore his focus away from the Shard. 

Lesson one: people first.

Edge raced across his slab and jumped. From slab fragment to slab fragment he leaped.

But that still didn’t get him close enough to Ayaan.

He was running out of time.

Help me out here, Sparkles, Edge demanded, You said I teleported before; how do I do it again?

<<All I know is you traveled as an Aether Stream, which is how I noticed you in the first place. I’m interested to see how you do it consciously.>>

Edge growled. Real helpful.

All he perceived from the void in his mind was an equivalent of a shrug. Fine then.

Edge scanned everything around him. The ground kept shifting and shaking as more and more slabs collapsed. 

His scans picked up on flows of aether, released by the now-defunct circuitry in the metal pillars. An angry storm of waves flowed outwards from the Shard. Some magnetized towards Edge’s core. And the more he noticed those waves, the more aether followed them towards him.

Edge focused on that aether flow, and focused on Ayaan prying himself free from the metal pillar. The aether traced his focus like metal wires tracing Vidya’s will, snaking between him and Ayaan.

“Traveled as an Aether Stream”, huh?

Edge mentally pulled on that aether flow, dipped into the void in his subconscious, and directed the flow of his own aether in his systems outwards. His core’s thrumming crescendoed.

GO!

He jumped forward, and for the space between seconds he didn’t exist.

Then he landed on the edge of Ayaan’s slab.

Ayaan’s head snapped up. “Wh—How—!?”

Edge didn’t answer; he just started shoving at the metal pillar pinning Ayaan in place.

“Edge! What are you doing!?” Ayaan demanded.

“What’s it look like I’m doing?” Edge snapped back, grimacing as he kicked and kicked against the pillar. Slowly it started budging. But it wasn’t budging fast enough.

Edge summoned his crossbow and started shooting at the weak points in the pillar. The metal warped and bent. Finally it started to bend away from Ayaan.

But the shocks of Edge’s efforts rocked the slab. Stone grated against stone as the slab tilted past a critical angle. And started slipping.

Ayaan pushed against Edge’s leg. “What are you doing, you idiot?! Go get the Shard!”

“No!” Edge bent over and shoved at the pillar.

“Listen! I’m done for! Go—”

“No! No one is dying here! Not in my unit, not on my watch!”

Edge shouted as he finally shoved the pillar away. The metal screamed against his effort, but its screams faded beneath the din as it rolled off the tilting slab.

The slab rocked. Edge barely kept his balance enough to grab Ayaan before they both could fall.

Edge snapped his focus to the Aether Streams again. He latched onto the closest flow, and pulled his own aether and on the faint signal he could sense from Ayaan towards it. 

Out. They needed out. Somewhere higher up, somewhere safer.

There! A ledge about halfway up the wall, where a bridge across this chamber once connected. The aether flow Edge had latched onto snaked up towards the ledge like a stray current in a river.

Edge pulled Ayaan up, and despite the cry of pain from his core, he leapt upwards as he connected with the current.

They both landed on the ledge, collapsed against the stable stone. 

Ayaan levered himself up to his elbows first, gasping. “What—How? Why?”

Everything in Edge’s systems, down to the finest micro fracture, screamed as his frame shook and his core raggedly pulsed. Damage reports and overload warnings pelted his subconscious. He gasped for breath. But between gasps he squinted at Ayaan and repeated Zenith’s words, “Lesson one…people first.”

———

For this week’s prompt courtesy of @flashfictionfridayofficial!

Tagging: @jacqueswriteblrlibrary

[purplepixel]

Someone please explain to me why im making an au of an au. IT STARTED OFF AS A JOKE.

WHY IS THIS NOW TAKING UP MY ENTIRE HEADSPACE

Team Rocket Raph

Team Flare Donnie

Team Galactic Leo

Team Skull and/or Aether Foundation Mikey

Team Aqua April

Team Magma Casey

And splinters gotta get them all back

[riordanverseaddict]

But what's a poet without a muse? What if the author has an ocean to give but there's not even a tumbler that can receive even a fraction of it ? How long can an artist survive on the sunset when all they want is a sunrise

[divine-misfortune]

Why aren't we force-femming aether. Where's the equality.

[lilypadlys]

Kinktober Day Nine: Forced Masc

Ship: Swiss/Aether

Notes: Trans Aether. Very light on the force masc i guess? More gender affirmation than degradation. Cunt, clit/cock/dick, prostate used for what Aether’s working with. Prompt list by @kroas-adtam. Prompt list here

Tags: dom/sub, anal fingering, anal sex, creampie

Word Count: 971

Read on AO3 or below the cut

It’s not often that Aether bottoms, even less so that he subs. Something about Swiss’ method of doming though is like a drug he can’t get enough of. A bit of teasing and a step out of his comfort zone sure, but it's all wrapped in the knowledge that he’s safe with the multi ghoul. He’s safe to be vulnerable. To let go and be led. Tonight is one of those nights.

“How’s my sweet boy doing?” Swiss murmurs into Aether’s ear. The multi ghoul ruins any chance of an intelligible response however with the way he rolls Aether’s clit between his thumb and forefinger.

Sure enough, all Aether can do is groan and throw his head back to rest on Swiss’ shoulder and lean more of his weight into the multi ghoul. He’s sure that if Swiss wasn’t holding him up, he’d have fallen to the mattress by now, completely boneless.

“I-ah ah!”

Swiss purposely interrupts Aether’s attempt at a reply by tracing a finger over Aether’s hole. It wrenches little high pitched noises of surprise out of the quint.

“What’s that, darling?” Swiss purrs. “Speak up.”

Aether tries again.

“S-wiss. Need your cock. Please-uh…ahh…”

Swiss presses that thumb in the barest amount and grins.

“Yeah? Want me to fuck you?”

“Please!”

Swiss abandons Aether’s clit to get both hands on Aether’s ass. He can’t resist digging his fingers in a bit. He wonders if Aether would like it if he left bruised fingerprints.

“Gonna fuck this cute ass of yours.”

“But…” Aether frowns. He’s yet to have tried anal. They’ve talked about it sure, but he’s a little nervous.

“But what? You’re my good boy right? Then you're gonna take what I give you where I want to give you it.” He punctuates the statement with a nip to Aether’s ear before murmuring. “Only if you want to though. Sound good sweetheart?”

Aether nods.

“Please Swiss. I want to try it.”

Swiss smiles and presses a kiss to his temple.

“We’ll go slow. Call red and we’ll immediately stop, I promise.”

Next thing Aether knows, he’s tipped out of Swiss’ lap. He grunts as his chest hits the mattress. Behind him, Swiss is already manhandling him into place. Getting him on his knees with his chest still pressed to the comforter. Giving his tail a gentle tug to encourage him to arch his back. Swiss is one of the few ghouls large enough in stature to have a chance at matching Aether in strength and it helps tonight that Aether lets himself be moved.

Completely ignoring Aether’s slick soaked cunt, Swiss grabs the bottle of lube. He squirts some on his fingers and sets to slipping one in, past Aether’s twitching rim. He murmurs soothingly as he coaches Aether through the stretch of one, two, then three fingers.

“That’s it. Doing so well for me.”

Aether just hums, eyes fluttering, as he melts in Swiss’ capable hands.

“Your cock has gotten so big since you’ve been on T. I wonder…” Swiss curls his fingers down, searching. He chuckles when Aether yelps in surprise. “Ahh there it is.”

“Ohh do that again!”

Swiss rubs his fingers in little circles. “Yeah, that feel good?”

Aether groans in reply.

Swiss gives him a few more rubs before withdrawing his fingers.

“Swisssss…”

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna make you feel even better. Now arch that back for me. There you go.” Swiss slicks himself up with more lube before pressing the head of his dick to Aether’s hole. “Ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Let me know if anything is uncomfortable.”

“I will.”

“Okay, deep breath.”

Swiss pushes in at a snail’s pace, watching Aether for any sign or sound of discomfort. None comes. Instead Aether gives him little gasps and eventually the beginnings of a purr as he’s slowly filled up. After what feels like an age, Swiss bottoms out and they both huff.

“How does that feel, starlight?”

“Different,�� Aether muses. “But a good different. I like it.”

“Want me to keep going?”

“Yeah, I’m okay if you want to start moving.”

Swiss begins a gentle grind, just circling his hips and giving Aether a bit more time to adjust. When Aether gives him an impatient wiggle, Swiss chuckles and starts to thrust his hips. It’s just as slow and soft as before; Swiss wanting nothing more than for Aether to enjoy this. Only when Aether practically begs him to be rougher does he speed up.

“You can go harder. I can take it.”

“Okay, just breathe.”

Swiss is sure to angle the two of them just right to nail Aether’s prostate with every thrust and he earns a beautiful moan from the quint for his efforts.

“Ohhh-ahh-uh huh…”

Swiss grins, pleased.

“Being so good for me, starlight. My good boy. Just letting me make you feel good.” He speeds up his hips a bit more, finally thrusting a pace that causes the bed springs to squeak as they rock the mattress. Aether’s moans increase in pitch to match.

“Fe-els so-ahhh-really good.” The quint sighs.

“Want you to cum for me. You think you can do that?”

“I think so. I want to try.”

“Let me give you a bit of help.”

Swiss drags one hand from Aether’s hips to between his legs to jack the quint's little dick. Aether shudders at the contact and keens as Swiss stokes him.

“Oh! Yeah like-like that. Close-fuck-cumming!”

As Aether spasms around him, Swiss grits his teeth. Focused on Aether’s pleasure he’d been ignoring how close he was himself.

“Do you want me to pull out?”

“Cum inside? Please?” Aether sounds so desperate it pushes Swiss over the edge right there. Swiss can barely assure Aether he will before he’s doing just that. He slams his hips into Aether’s a final time before he’s spilling deep into the quint.

[raindrop-21]

Thoughts I be thinking

141(poly) and the band Ghost(readerXpoly ghouls&papa) mix up au under the break

There are some ghouls from the previous eras, but not all.

cw: Pregnancy

You work with the 141, you're very close; met Price's brother, Johnny's mom, and Kyle's sister, and visited the grave of Simon's mom. They've yet to meet your family. You've done a good job of hiding where you come from, you had to because the people you consider your family, your lovers, are anything but human.

Literal demons from hell. All of them, well, except for Copia. You love them dearly. You just don't want to compromise their safety. But, alas, you can't keep them a secret forever when you get pregnant with their kits (unsure who's they are yet).

You tell Price of your pregnancy, and being the good friend he is, he wants to meet the father, or in this case, fathers. You tell the rest of the 141 of the news and that you'll be on leave for around 1-2 years, they of course want to meet who helped create the life that's growing inside of you.

You forewarn the 141, by saying your family/lovers are not exactly normal, the boys, of course, shrug it off and think nothing of it. That is, until they actually meet your lovers; males and females of various heights, body types, colors, horns, and tails. All of the 141 are shell-shocked. Are these literal demons? Is it cosplay? Why so many?

You notice their looks of confusion and look at them, "These are my ghouls, all from different layers of Hell, and Papa or Copia."

They look slightly worried and mutter amongst themselves and watch as you're greeted by each ghoul; a kiss to the cheek, a kiss on the lips, a kiss on the forehead, a kiss on your not yet grown belly, and hugs. They watch a Copia, the only human of the group, comes up to you, hugs you, places a hand on your stomach, and kisses you gently and whispers a welcome home to you in Italian. It's a sweet exchange, sweeter than the ones they share together after a mission.

You take the boys and sit them in the ghoul den and begin introducing each ghoul to your teammates.

"This is Aurora, Mist, Cumulus, Cirrus, Sunshine, Aether, Phantom, Swiss, Dew, Rain, Mountain, Ifrit, and Special." As you say their names, each ghoul stands or makes themself known by making a noise. Copia walks in with the drinks he went to get, "And this is Copia, Papa of the ministry, and our partner as well."

To the 141, this is a strange group especially with Phantom greeting them like a cat, but they're your family. The boys will learn to love the ghouls just as much as you do.

[belle--ofthebrawl]

I mean... We need a little spying fic now.. Swiss loves to watch his big boy get it on.. 👉👈

Perhaps not exactly what everyone is expecting...the course this follows was set down long ago. Forcedfem involving heels under the cut.

You know he does though. And when Aether picks up a package from the delivery truck, it's all very casual you know. Swiss only catches the anxious way his tail curls around itself because he knows the guy so well.

Alright, so it's a sex toy. He thinks, stalking Aether back to his rooms. Stepping quickly and quietly over the slats of the roof. He thinks about what Aether might want that he couldn't get from anyone else here. Really solid vibrations, probably. Swiss likes the real thing personally, but he can't deny the allure of a steady rumbling pressed right up against sensitive, swollen spots.

He doesn't even close his curtains. It's like he wants to be spied on. He closes his door, locks it even and just stands there. Holding that package to his chest with his eyes closed. Breathing steadily to calm his fluttering heart. He's so cute.

Aether sits down on his bed. Swiss lays down on his tummy, props his chin on his hands. The sun is warm against his back, the tiles perfect and hot on his skin. Such a nice day. Such a nice view. He wishes he had a blunt to really round the experience out as Aether cuts into the package, unwraps the brown paper away from the white box within, gingerly lifts the lid, and...

It's not a sex toy.

Instead it's a pair of... shoes? Small and black and shiny with an ankle snapping heel length for anyone inexperienced.

Of course Swiss knows immediately who they must be for. Someone just as small with dark eyes and a snappy nature for anyone who wasn't privileged enough to see his softer, more feminine side.

Swiss has to bite his lip in glee as Aether reverently holds the little heels up for inspection. No flaw, obviously. How much had he...how long had he spent searching...and other thoughts like that are quickly wiped away when Aether hugs the pair to his chest in one arm and tilts his head back in an obvious groan Swiss would give anything to hear. He knows what's going on up there, he's imagined it too. The way he would slip them on and hesitantly stand up. Wobble around like the delicate thing he is until he was caught up in a stronger pair of arms. The way his legs would look in them while they both pinned him, pleasured him.

Made her tell them what a pretty girl she was.

Aether's head hangs low now. His mouth hangs open. Swiss wonders giddily if he's going to drool on the shoes. Now or later. Satanas, he hopes he gets to watch. He already sees the expression of hopeless horror over Aether's shoulders as he kneels to slide one little shoe on first. Maybe he'll kiss the ankle, the calf. Up past the knee and make his thighs shake. Swiss is so lost in this perfect picture his mind paints for him he nearly misses it. How Aether holds one shoe to his cheek, like someone is already wearing it and he's no better than a footstool. He drops it quickly, like it burns him and Swiss snickers. Big guy is just as quick to pick it back up, check for any scuffs. Aether laughs at himself, a little chuckle. A little shake of his shoulders, or was that a shiver of nerves?

Swiss can see he's chubbing up from here. Can hardly blame him. What a feast he must be devouring in his mind, tearing into it without care. Swiss can't wait to count the bitemarks left behind and as Aether brings the shoe up to his cheek again, eagerly groping his cock, rocking his hips, Swiss settles in for long haul. In the name of information gathering, of course.

After all, he's a very considerate man. Wouldn't Aether like his help broaching the topic of those dangerous looking shoes with their delicate little Droplet? She can be such a a nervous girl, after all...

Sometimes she needs convincing.