#quintosis

[miasmaghoul]

could you do swissalps with #10?

From this list.

#10 - desperately

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Mountain heaves a shuddering breath as he stares at the ceiling, tracing the seams between the tin tiles. It's all he can do to keep his mind from melting out his ears, a single point of focus outside of himself. Outside of a body that no longer feels like his own, every nerve ending buzzing with something unnatural. Something electric. He's throbbing from head to toe, inside and out, and with every passing second the dizzy feeling caught behind his eyes grows.

A heavy presence settles at his side, carries the scent of rich spice and bitter herbs, and it hits him right in the dick.

"Fuck," Mountain grunts, and the responding gentle chuckle that flows into his ear makes his eyelids droop.

"Someone's feelin' good."

Swiss' tone holds clear amusement, and it takes real effort for Mountain to make his head move. To roll his neck enough to see the other ghoul, to blink up at him and find Swiss' fanged grin. To meet his sparkling golden eyes.

Eyes that are currently flecked with a very specific shade of violet.

"Didn't -" Mountain's voice comes out thick and dull, miles away from his own ears, "- didn't think this's what you meant by practice."

A large hand comes to rest on Mountain's cheek, warm and solid. Swiss' thumb traces the bony ridge there, and the drag of it sends sparks through Mountain's veins. His other hand settles at the center of his chest, catching in the thatch of auburn hair between his nipples. Two fingers glide over sweat-damp skin, down his sternum, ticklish against his already twitching abdomen, and with every passing inch Mountain can feel threads of quintessence sewing themselves into his flesh.

"But you didn’t say no when you found out either," Swiss rumbles, teasing his fingertips through the wiry curls below Mountain's navel. The slight touch is nothing but maddening, and Mountain can't help the soft whimper that escapes him. One that makes Swiss tilt his head. "Besides," he coos, playful, "you know you're my favorite test subject."

Swiss cups his cheek, pours a stronger wave of magick into his boneless form, and the only thing that keeps Mountain from arching off the mattress in the palm Swiss plants on his belly. Nothing could stop his aching cock from spitting against his hip, though, or hold back the baleful cry he looses.

"That's what I like to see," Swiss praises, brushing mussed hair from Mountain's damp brow. "No one else can take it like you can, baby." He leans down and kisses a horn. "I don't have to have a soft touch with you, do I?"

Mountain would shake his head if he could, but it's a hopeless endeavor. The quintessence flooding his system - inelegant by Aether or Omega's standards, in dire need of refinement - has turned his muscles to jelly and his brain to oatmeal, and the only part of his body that Mountain can parse from the rest is the impossibly hard swell of his cock. Every twitch, every pulse, every ounce of thrumming pleasure that courses through that rigid length makes him feel more and more insane.

Swiss may not need to have a soft touch, but Mountain thinks if he stays untouched he'll implode.

"Sw-Swiss," he forces out, drooling from the corner of his mouth. The other ghoul swipes his thumb through the dribble with a happy little giggle. "You...touch...please touch -"

Swiss interrupts him by smearing his wet thumb over his bottom lip, pushes it past his fangs, and Mountain makes a gurgling sounds he'd be very embarrassed by if he had two brain cells to rub together. It's much easier to latch on, to suckle, and the purr Swiss rewards him with makes his toes curl.

"That's my good boy," Swiss breathes, licking his lips. "Don't worry, grasshopper." He leans down to nuzzle Mountain's cheek and the larger ghoul's eyes slip shut. "I'm gonna make you feel so good."

The hand on his belly massages for a moment, drifts south, and the moment callused fingers wrap around his shaft Mountain swears his heart stops. He whines through his nose, thighs trembling when Swiss gives him a loose stroke that feels far better than it has any right too. He barely notices when Swiss pulls his thumb from his mouth, until he feels saliva soak into the pillow beneath his cheek.

Judging by the sound of Swiss' hand, his cock might be drooling even more.

It's less than a minute before he's quivering, claws digging into the sheets and pathetic punched-out gasps filling the space around them. He's never so quick to pop, but the magick makes the sensation of Swiss' measured pulls a thousand times stronger. Make Mountain hyperaware of every pass of his fingers, every bead of sweat that skates down his temples, the way his balls have already snuggled up close to his electrified body.

"Already, huh?"

Swiss sounds delighted and it makes his stomach hurt. Mountain wheezes out something like a yes - it's close enough for Swiss to pick up his languid pace, and that's all it takes to make Mountain's eyes crack open. His hips twitch into that wonderful fist, and there's only one thing he needs to push him over the edge.

"Swiss -"

"I know, big guy," he rasps, leaning in close. He sinks his other hand into Mountain's mussed hair, grips right at the scalp, and rubs their noses together. "Lemme feel you squirt for me."

Swiss yanks his head back, shoves his tongue into Mountain's slack mouth, and the only thing louder than the clack of their fangs is Mountain's pained sob. It's less a kiss than a sloppy meeting of mouths, starved and desperate, but it's exactly what Swiss knew would have Mountain emptying his balls in thick ropes all over his stomach, thighs and Swiss' own fist.

It seems to go on forever - a happy side effect of Swiss' magick - and by the time he's empty Mountain's cheeks are as wet as the rest of him. He shivers through the aftershocks, wincing when Swiss takes a moment to polish the head - he can never resist the opportunity to make it hurt a little.

Mountain finds he doesn't mind it so much when Swiss kisses his tears away.

"Such a good doll." Swiss nuzzles his sweaty temple, kisses the apple of his cheek. "Catch your breath, baby," he hums, letting Mountain's softening cock fall against his sticky belly. "You're gonna need it when I fuck that pretty mouth."

Swiss pushes two messy fingers between his parted lips, and the way Mountain's dick throbs has absolutely nothing to do with quintessence.

[wrathofrats]

Ok now I need to hear about swiss and alpha using pebble, if you feel like it 👀

I thought you’d never ask! (Me purposefully leaving hints in tags to ask me about things)

Warning I’m being weird about quintessence this is dubious and strange but I have Swiss and pebble and alpha in my hands what did we expect

Again I just think they could absolutely fucking ruin him.

Alpha obviously knows pebbles a brat, mouthy and usually not deserving of even getting alphas cock in him, let alone being allowed to cum around it

And obviously our favorite brat tamer Swiss is dying to see this. We know how sadistic he can be, if pebble is so awful that alpha can barely handle him then he can’t wait to get his hands on him. Wants to see if he can break him.

Gets pebble sat up on the bed, scowling and looking like he’s about to lash out while Swiss and alpha loom over him.

Alpha probably wants to just do it the old fashioned way, drag him to the floor by his hair, hold his mouth open and stuff those pretty lips with cock until he learns to be grateful for the treat of Swiss being with them.

But oh .. oh Swiss has other ideas

“You’re not actually a brat, are you baby?” Swiss asks. His voice is soft with a gentle hand placed under pebbles chin to force his eye contact. Alpha and pebble just stare at him confused, because they know pebbles a brat.

“No, no I think you can be so good for us, won’t have to force you to do a thing”

Pebbles brain feels fuzzy, the tip of his chin feels like it’s been shocked with the static of Swiss’ fingers. He wants to keep growling, face screwed up in a sneer, but he can barely focus on anything besides Swiss’ eyes

Another wave of a heavy fog washes over pebbles brain. He doesn’t feel like he can fully support himself. Gives Swiss a stupid little smile while he rests his head in his palm.

“There we go, you just want to be used don’t you?”

and to stop me from rambling too long because I will, just thinking about Swiss taking the little thing from behind while alpha lets him suck on his cock. All sweet and stupid, would just cry if he wasn’t stuffed to the brim! Good thing Swiss and alpha are just so nice to give him what he wants

[arcaneacolyte]

Mesermize - Kinktober Day 2 (Quintosis)

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

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Omega/Terzo

Words: 3,402

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It got worse when Zephyr all but confirmed it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Terzo swallows roughly and he throbs in his slacks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The human swallows thickly. “Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Doesn’t my power feel good, Papa?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s so, so incredibly fucked.

[coffeeghoulie]

Kinktober Day #2: Quintosis/Tail Play

The Ghostober prompts were put together by @kroas-adtam, thank you so much!

Pairing: Aether/Cumulus

Summary: Cumulus can't get her mind to quiet. Aether has just the trick to fix that. (It's orgasms.)

Contains safeword discussion, but no usage

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"Hey, stardust? Sorry for interrupting, but do you happen to have some time?" Cumulus whispers, unable to make eye contact as she stands in the door frame of his bedroom. "Can you please help me get out of my head?"

Aether stands from his chair, setting down his book after marking his spot and folding his reading glasses. "Cumulus, sweetheart," he coos, tucking his glasses in his breast pocket. "I'll always have time for you."

Cumulus raises her head, her white blonde curls hiding her face. "Thank you, Aeth, I just, I don't wanna think right now."

He smiles, gesturing for her to come closer. "I can do that," he says as she steps inside the room. "Close the door for me, sweetheart?"

She does, flicking the lock before turning to face him. She wrings her hands nervously, and she watches Aether cock his head as he takes her in.

"Now, cloud, do you just want to feel good, or do you want me to make you obey? Not that you're ever disobedient on purpose," He asks, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. "I'm happy to do either for you, but I need to know what you need from me."

Cumulus thinks for a moment. "Could you not give me a choice? Take it out of my hands, Aeth, please."

Aether steps forward, pulling the smaller ghoulette into an easy, gentle embrace. He bends down and kisses her between her ivory horns. "Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you need."

He directs them both over to the bed, sitting down on the edge of it, thighs spread wide. "Kneel for me," he whispers, tapping his thigh with his tail.

She swallows, sinking to her knees between his legs, clasping her hands together in her lap. "Good girl, Cue," he says, gathering her hair back with his tail, exposing her icy blue eyes. They're red rimmed and puffy, and Aether tries to keep his expression neutral. "Cumulus, I need you to be honest with me, okay, sweetheart?"

Cumulus nods, leaning her face against one of Aether's thick thighs, sighing as she makes contact with the softness that belies the other ghoul's strength. "Yeah, Aeth?"

He leans down and cups her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her soft skin. "Are you alright? I don't want this to be a substitution for actual help, if that's what you actually need, sweetheart."

She shuts her eyes, leaning into his touch as she kneels on the hardwood. "I'm just overthinking, Aeth, just need it to shut up. Promise."

He kisses her forehead again, smiling fondly down at her. "Tell me if that changes," he orders gently. "You know how to tell me if it's too much and you can't speak?"

Cumulus nods, turning her head to kiss his palm. "I know, Aeth. Tap you three times."

Aether grins, his other hand coming up to cup the other side of her face. "Good girl," he coos. "You ready, sweetheart?"

She takes a deep breath through her nose. "Ready."

He nods, and his eyes flash deep, deep violet as the magick works its way through his fingertips into her mind.

Cumulus's rigid posture slumps, her tail plapping gently on the floor behind her. Her eyes flutter shut as she sighs, the magick taking immediate effect on her mind.

"So good for me, sweetheart," Aether says, rubbing a thumb against her cheek. "Just focus on me, on my voice. Focus on how I'm making you feel."

She doesn't respond, drifting somewhere in the void, tethered by his gentle touch. Aether sighs, humming something soft as his element flows through them. "Gonna make you feel good now, sparrow, make you forget about all of those pesky thoughts in that pretty head."

Aether curses under his breath, having been so eager to help that he forgot to at least get her undressed before she went under. He has to keep his hands on her face, to monitor the flow of quintessence. He's skilled with his element, could do this hands-free if he wanted, but the brain and its pathways are delicate things, and he'd rather not risk his packmates' minds.

But he doesn't have to move his hands to make her feel good. He alters the flow of quintessence, watches with delight as her cheeks begin to redden. Her breath quickens, and her hips rock slightly as he plays with her arousal in her mind. "Oh, sweet girl, you feeling good? Nice and quiet in there, huh?"

She sighs, leaning heavily into his hands, her lips parted slightly. Aether chuckles, smoothing his thumbs over the soft skin of her cheeks. "Such a pretty girl, Cue. So good."

He slips the spade of his tail past the waistband of her sweats, pressing it firmly against her core over her panties. Her eyes snap open as she gasps, the ice blue shot through with veins of lavender magick. He feels the wet patch on the gusset grow against the spade of his tail, feels her tremble under his warm palms.

"Aw, sweetheart, that's all it took?" He teases kindly. "Me playing with your pretty head and my tail to grind on?"

She hums, pushing her face into his palms, too mindless to be embarrassed.

Aether grins, pushing a little more quintessence into her brain. "Give me one more, Cue."

Even in her blissed out state, Cumulus knows it's going to be many, many more.

[sphylor]

Home Is Wherever I Am With You

Rating: Teen and up

Relationships: Aether/Swiss

Characters: Aether, Swiss, Rain, Dewdrop

Words: 4190

Summary:

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

Aether stayed silent and Swiss sighed.

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

“Swiss, I swear I’m fi-”

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

OR

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

[belle--ofthebrawl]

You ever get an idea that sends seismic shockwaves through your entire body.

[forlorn-crows]

Crow. Babe.

Aether/Mountain/Omega

Big boy quintosis sandwich. How do you think that would go? :)

taking my text tangents and using them against me i see

mountain has a dick and a cunt today. you know, just so he can be filled up that much more

"Doing so well for us, little clover," Omega purrs in his ear.

"He takes magick so well, doesn't he?" Aether agrees. He runs a hand down the side of Mountain’s cheek, damp from stray tears and sloppy kisses. The earth ghoul’s eyes track imaginary patterns behind lidded eyes, gaze fixed somewhere in the middle distance of nothingness. The rest of him is limp, slack under the two quintessence ghoul’s hands. Dropped as deep as he can get, oh so sensitive and pliable. 

Omega ruts a little where he’s buried deep in Mountain’s ass, smirking at the unbidden whine it earns him from his perpetually slackened mouth. Omega nibbles and sucks at his earlobe, pulling the breathiest of little uh uh uh’s from those drool coated lips. 

“Just the prettiest plaything.” Mountain groans louder at that, ruddy cock twitching between his legs. 

“Yes, darling, you are. Not a thought in that beautiful head, hm?” Aether playfully presses a fingertip in the middle of his forehead, letting a tiny spark grace the end of the motion. Mountain goes cross-eyed and bucks against Omega, head lolling back onto his shoulder uselessly.

“Fill him up, starlight.” The older ghoul pets at Mountain’s folds, wet with slick and as flushed as the head of his cock. “Satanas he’s wet.”

“Always is, for this.” Aether’s voice is fond underneath the jest. It’s true, what he claims—Mountain always drips for him with quintessence running through his veins. And, well, he couldn’t help it if he tried. “Come now, sunflower, let me see those eyes.”

Mountain slowly lifts his heavy head. His eyelids flutter as he struggles to open them, and keep them open, gaze flicking about Aether’s face as he attempts to focus. With difficulty, and a few frustrated whines, he fixes emerald-turned-ultraviolet eyes on Aether’s own. 

“There he is,” Aether coos. “Still so obedient.” He lines up the wide head of his cock just below where his sex starts to split, running it along his damp cunt with a groan. “Keep ‘em open, darling.” He teases Mountain’s entrance now, so close to sticking it in. His skinny chest heaves as he uses what little brain power he has left to keep focus, do as he’s told. 

“That’s it,” Aether praises. The head of his cock starts to slip inside, stretching Mountain even wider. Omega groans when he feels the ridge of it slide against the base of his own cock, even through the barrier of Mountain’s body. 

“Yeah, that’s it,” Omega echos. Aether watches the earth ghoul’s face expectantly as he continues to press in. He lowers his voice to a whisper, leaning in close. Mountain’s cock kicks in anticipation, nearly slapping against Aether’s stomach. He can see how Mountain’s mouth waters too, a line of drool threatening to spill down his chin. It will eventually, of course, gone as he is. 

“Now let’s see them roll allll the way back.” Aether thrusts all the way in, humming contently as Mountain’s eyes roll back into his skull. A deep rumbling groan forces its way out of his chest as he’s made to take them both. He’s simultaneously splitting open and being filled as full as he possibly can be, pressed between both solid quintessence ghouls like nothing more than a delightfully noisy toy. 

And noisy he is, panting, huffing, sobbing, and whining as Aether bottoms out and presses close, his and Omega’s hands quickly beginning to roam all over his freckled skin. 

The glob of precum smearing into Aether’s happy trail is all the warning either of them get before Mountain goes rigid between them, cock growing impossibly harder before he’s spilling over with a garbled cry. Thick ropes of it spurt onto his stomach and dribble down into the opening of his cunt. 

“Poor thing,” Omega tuts. He gives a generous thrust—just one, in and out—without waiting for Mountain’s cock to stop twitching. The earth ghoul chokes on his inhale, fresh tears spilling down flushed cheeks. “He’s going to be such a mess when we’re done with him.”

[miasmaghoul]

who flies 👀

DEW FLIES

This is a little miniseries I have planned where Dew is afraid of flying, so the others "help" him ease the anxiety. Three parts planned, summaries below the cut!

WARNINGS FOR QUINTOSIS, DUBCON AND MILD INTOX KINK

These are all trans Dew in my head.

1. Dewther quintosis

2. Swissraindrop dubcon/intox

3. Dew/Aeon mild dubcon and angst

Idk when I will get back to this. Probably next time I really need to make Dew feel Bad.

[everybodyshusband]

i would like to officially subscribe to long distance quintosis!!! i didn't know how much i needed this in my life until you put it there 🖤

seriously though if you ever want to bounce some ideas around regarding this i am eagerly raising and waving my hand

ehehehe, i'm so glad you enjoyed it :D <3

you already know i'm thinking too hard about that mountain scenario you offered up

[wrathofrats]

The aether kick is strong today I’m so sorry

Aether sitting in his reading chair with cirrus sitting on his cock. Her bare back flush with his sweater. A pair of reading glasses sit on his nose as he watches the book in his hand over her shoulder.

“Read it again” aethers voice is soft but strict, and cirrus’ eyes cross at the whiplash of his nails digging into her side

She tries, mumbling out a couple words before she feels a spark of electricity in her skin making her brain immediately go foggy once more, can’t even comprehend the sentence she’s staring at let alone verbalize it

Or aether making cirrus read a book while cockwarming him, won’t give her what she wants till she finishes a page but he keeps turning her brain off so the stupid thing can’t do anything but whine about how he’s being unfair

[st-danger]

(Hi @forlorn-crows, this one's for you. Content warning: consensual quintosis and sedation.)

Aether knows what Rain's looking for tonight, of course. He is well aware of the things Rain wants specifically from him. Not all the time, of course, but enough. Enough where he recognizes the particular look he graces him with, searching and questioning. A need, really, and who is Aether to ever deny him that? He couldn't. Could never resist the opportunity to be inside him.

Not just inside, but inside.

He looks at Rain, lying next to him on a too-firm hotel mattress, hair still damp from the post-ritual shower he's taken. He smells of the rosemary mint hotel body wash, and underneath that, the beginnings of arousal, just barely enough for Aether to scent. Naked and lovely and waiting for him. Aether's been waiting for him, similarly undressed, similarly needy for what they're about to do. It's a deliciously depraved thing, he knows. He also knows Rain can't get enough of it, even as he draws a leg up to hide, arms folded over his chest. It's perfectly fine with Aether. He likes to watch exactly what happens next.

"Go on and ask, love."

Aether inches forward, closer, reaches out and holds Rain by his slender throat, firm enough to make his eyes go fractionally wider. Unconscious, Rain's tongue darts out to wet his lips.

"Make me your toy," Rain whispers, eternally shy when made to say it aloud. Aether smiles, needs no further convincing.

Hand still on his throat, he draws magick from the air, and lets Rain feel the barest hint of something warm and wonderful seep under his skin, before pulling it away. Repeating. Teasing him with it until Rain's shivering and curling in towards him, looking imploringly into his eyes.

"Aether," he begins, in the same, soft tone, "go on and-"

In a heavy rush, he lets it all inside at once, as much of the electricity he can spin from the world around him, and Rain moans, eyes fluttering, lips parting, and loveliest of all, limbs going slack. The pleasure Aether begins forcing into him, and the heavy fog his wraps his head in, starting at the base of his skull and growing to envelope his mind, sweeping down each vertebra-

He looks instantly stupid.

Aether reaches a single finger out and draws it along parted lips, feeling. Indulging himself. He feels he's allowed, to take as much time with Rain like this as he wants. Certainly nobody's complaining; Rain's too drugged to talk, but as Aether wiggles two thick fingers between his teeth to fuck his mouth, petting at a tongue so wet and soft, Aether makes sure he can still moan like a whore for it, even if he's too fuzzy to completely understand.

"There we go," Aether coos. He can't wait to hold Rain's face, press on the joint of his jaw so he can fuck into his mouth shallowly, demand Rain suckle on the head like the sweet thing he can be. Drool all over it.

Aether withdraws his fingers, wet with his spit, and smears it over Rain's lips. He watches as Rain's eyes struggle to open, and shoves them back inside again, rougher now because Rain will take it. He'll take anything Aether wants to give him, actually. That's the sickeningly delightful purpose of this, making him a pliable tangle of limbs that Aether will arrange as he pleases, for Rain's too dazed to do anything other than let it happen. It's a good thing he's here to help him. Of course.

When he pulls his fingers out for the last time, a dribble of drool follows, leaking out the side of his mouth and Aether groans, loving the way his pink mouth shines with spit. The way Rain's eyes try to focus but stay so cloudy it's impossible, pupils blown against the light of the iris, obvious.

He pushes himself up and eases Rain onto his back, pulling his arms apart, grabbing the hand closest to him and bringing it to his groin, forcing Rain's hand to rub against his cock. Forcing him to feel. It pulls a weak noise from Rain, who's head presses even heavier into the pillow, turned into it. Drooling on it. Fucked up and stupid and Aether should feel bad about how much he enjoys this. Possibly. He isn't sure there's a reason for him to, with the enthusiasm the ghoul before him pursues it, but surely it's understandable to feel a teensy bit guilty about loving the ease with which he can push Rain's legs apart, spreading and exposing him and the only thing Rain can manage is weakly reaching for him before Aether wraps a hand around his cock to force him hard. The first few strokes see his arms falling against the bed, too much effort to hold up. It feels too nice to lie there brainless while Aether's watching the head peek in and out of the foreskin while it slowly rolls up and over and then all the way back again.

Rain makes a gurgly, hurt noise as his cock fills out, twitching to life in Aether's capable hands. Faster than normal, but Aether can't stop himself from letting the hypnosis speed it up, convincing Rain that it feels so much better, so much more intense. Convincing his body, which trembles finely, that it needs to be hard immediately, that when Aether lets go, his cock needs to throb and bounce around while it does. Searching of his own accord for friction. That it needs to be nice and sticky at the tip, because it's a sight to watch it drool like his mouth. Matching.

"Alright, love," Aether says, bringing a finger down and sliding it between his cheeks. Rain's head lolls to the side, eyelids heavy. The pad of his finger strokes against his hole, tingling. Pressing against it to suggest, the sensation making it flutter involuntarily. "Go on and ask."

Tongue too thick, ready to stumble over his words, Rain reaches with obvious effort to try to wipe the spit off his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Use me?" he whispers.

[sphylor]

i need to write more Raindrop its literally my favourite ship but ive only ever written about it once...

[nastylittleghouls]

Querencia

Relationship(s): Aether/Aeon

Rating: Explicit 

Words: about 1.6k (One day I’ll be able to write something small but today is not that day) 

Summary: It’s still difficult for him to stay quiet and unmoving, so unlike his nature. To not react without prompting to how Aether looks at him from time to time, over the rim of his glasses, appraising. Promising. Sometimes telling him to stretch out his legs or get his pillow with a gentle nudge of quintessence.

or

Aeon just wants to be Aether's good boy

Tags and warnings:  D/s dynamics, pre-negotiated scene, face fucking, Aeon being a good boy and a fiend for Aether’s monster dick, a tiny smidgen of angst- blink and you might miss it. Implied quintosis, a little bit of mean!Aether and orgasm denial. That's about it I think 

Notes: This is the result of @a-hearts-a-heavy-burden and me losing our minds about Aether pleasuring his guitar and ending with how willingly Phantom/Aeon would get on his knees for the big quint. It took a bit of a different direction than I thought but I am not mad about it. Unbeta'ed.

AO3 link for the so-inclined

Querencia: The place where one's strength is drawn from; where one feels at home; the place where you are your most authentic self.

Aeon slips into Aether’s office while he’s making his ward round. He knows the basics by now. Had watched longingly how Dewdrop knelt at Aether’s feet. And Aether, ever the observant one, had taken him under his wing with a loving but firm hand while Aeon had hung onto every word, every touch like the air he needed to breathe. 

Take off your clothes. Fold them neatly and put them on the chair. On your knees. Head bowed. Hands on thighs, unless other instructions are given.  Be seen but not be heard. 

He had felt like he had found another purpose in Aether’s pride. 

It’s still difficult for him to stay quiet and unmoving so unlike his nature. To not react without prompting to how Aether looks at him from time to time over the rim of his glasses, appraising. Promising. Sometimes telling him to stretch out his legs or get his pillow with a gentle nudge of quintessence. 

The way people come and go. Either treating him like he isn't right there, naked, rock hard, and leaking a puddle on the floor, only stealing looks at him. Or partaking if Aether allows it. 

Like Swiss dropping by to discuss plans with Aether, his hands casually wandering over Aeon’s upper body with teasing caresses over his neck and tweaking his nipples as he talks. Or Dew nudging the tip of his boot under his balls, making Aeon’s sensitive cock slide over the leather just so as he leans over the desk to pull Aether into a heated kiss. Tempting him to seek friction at the display in front of him and testing his obedience. No doubt hoping he’ll fail as Dew enjoys seeing him punished as much as he enjoys being part of the aftercare. 

He hopes he’ll be spared by visitors today. He selfishly wants Aether for himself, wants to be good only for him. 

The door opens and Aether finally returns. If he‘s surprised to find Aeon here again so soon he doesn‘t let it show. The spade of his tail drags fleetingly over Aeon's spine as he passes to get to his desk, making him arch up, and ends with a playful slap on his ass. That’s his greeting, his acceptance of Aeon‘s servitude. 

Aeon breathes the air with Aether’s renewed scent in deeply, then curls his tail around himself and waits. Let’s himself thrive in the simple but meaningful act of kneeling in Aether‘s presence, for Aether, ready to dedicate his body to him to ease his stress level and make the crease between his eyebrows vanish. The thought makes him glance at Aether‘s cock, laying against his thigh under the loose scrubs, moving enticingly when he shifts his leg. The things he would give to have that long thickness filling him already.  Stretching him impossibly wide, the ache, the taste… 

They both need each other, Aeon‘s sure of it. 

When Aether finally beckons him over, his body excitedly rises upwards, one alredy foot on the floor, about to push him upwards and he instantly knows he fucked up. He bites back a frustrated whine and lowers himself back down. Apologizing and hoping Aether won’t punish him for it. 

Aether just sighs with a hint of disappointment.

“Go on. Try again”.

Relieved that Aether feels gracious today, his voice having that certain cloying tone, Aeon rises again, properly only onto his stiff knees this time, and crawls over to Aether. His cock bobs in front of him, dripping all over the floor as he moves, giving Aether a good view of him. He wants to preen under his gaze.   

Aether’s large hands greet him when he settles again, stroking Aeon’s beaming face as he smiles down at him. The smaller ghoul nuzzles into the touch, kisses Aether’s rings reverently. Tries to wriggle his tongue under them to taste his sweat, and licks at the pad of his fingers where the ink has stained them. His eyes never leave Aether’s face, looking at him like he’s one of the seven princes of hell himself. 

„Such a sweet boy. Kneeling so prettily for me. You wanna help me relax, don‘t you? ” 

Aeon shivers at the praise before he nods fervently, eyes wide and glassy, whispering a “yes, sir. Please” and letting his mouth drop open and his tongue roll out in invitation, eager to be of use. Aether strokes his cock leisurely, pleased with the way Aeon offers himself and follows his every movement. Every word. Attention fully on him. Like it should be.

“Hands behind your back, grip your wrists. If you let go, I’ll stop. Understand?” 

Aeon nods again, shifting to do as he is told. Curling his fingers around his wrists as tight as he’d want his cuffs to be, digging into the finger-shaped bruises already on his skin. The feeling forces him to take a deep breath. 

It's a slow and intentional thing when Aether squeezes his cock from root to tip, forcing pre to pool in the slit. He shifts forward and drags the head of his cock over the smaller Quint's tongue with a small moan, Aeon's eyes rolling into the back of his head when the taste hits, a reedy whimper escaping his throat. A high-strung please is pressed into Aether’s mind along with it. 

Fingers fisted in Aeon's hair, Aether uses his grip to feed the little ghoul his cock, slides in until there’s no more for Aeon to take and then just holds him there.  Lets the tip rest at the back of his throat, groaning approvingly when he feels Aeon swallow around him, body going slack at the weight, at the way he can feel every single bar of his Jacobs ladder sitting on his tongue, how it fills his whole mouth and stretches his lips wide. His mind goes pleasantly hazy, everything narrowing down to Aether and pleasing him. Helping him destress. Being useful. Nothing else. 

Aether pulls him off, only to instantly push him back down and press in deep again, not letting him draw a full breath. Saliva drips messily over Aeon's chin and onto his chest as Aether uses him, fucks Aeon’s mouth in deep strokes, his sounds of pleasure washing over Aeon like warm summer rain. The small Quint’s hungry little whines and moans fill the room, slender hips hump the empty air in a desperate search of friction he’s not allowed. Drawing quick little breaths whenever Aether pulls his cock out just enough that air can flow and flushing hotly at the loud wet squelching noises he’s sure everyone can hear every time Aether pushes back in.   

„Lucifer, your pretty mouth. Made to be ruined”

The praise has Aeon tonguing at the metal adorning Aether’s cock, doing his best with the little room he has. He just wants to give Aether more and show how grateful he is.  

“That’s good. Really fucking good. Such a sweet boy for me,” Aether breathes, head tipping back. His fingers tighten in Aeon’s hair, his thrusts get a little sloppier, just that little harder. Aeon keens, long and high, too far gone to notice that Dew’s name falls from Aether’s lips in the throes of pleasure, in between his praises.  It almost overwhelms him, his ruddy cock kicking hard between his legs. His tail curls around Aether‘s ankle, needing something to ground himself before he loses it.

Then Aether slides in deep again and comes, momentarily depriving him of the taste where he wants it the most, staying there until his cock’s done twitching.

It's wonderful.

Aether drags his cock out oh so slowly and leans back in his chair, breathing labored. He graciously lets Aeon follow and keep mouthing at him, catching what he couldn’t swallow with his tongue, watching the blissful face of the little ghoul as he enjoys his extra treat. He ponders how good Aeon’s mouth would feel struggling on his knot and his cock twitches, causing a delighted noise from the ghoul beneath him. 

Maybe later today. 

His fingers in Aeon’s hair loosen and his hand just rests affectionately at the back of his head, twirling the short strands around his fingers until he starts to soften and overstimulation sets in.

“That’s enough, little star”.

Aeon takes the cue and when Aether’s all clean and tucked back into his pants, Aeon rests his head on his thigh, gazing adoringly up at him with a hoarse sounding purr, still happily working his mouth around the ache in his jaw, the cum still swirling around in his mouth. His face is a mess of fluids, lips swollen and Aether makes a mental note to snap a photo for his collection

„Please, sir. Would you…“ Aeon sounds wrecked, his voice cracking then giving out. He swallows. 

“Hmm?” A Cheshire cat-like grin appears on Aether's face as he tips Aeon’s face up and offers his water bottle to him. Encouraging him to take a sip.  He knows exactly what’s coming. Or rather, what isn’t. 

“M..may I come, sir?” 

Aether makes a considering sound, reaches down to drag a fingertip over the length of Aeon's sensitive cock, then sucks it into his mouth. Aeon’s eyes widen, and a wounded sound that shows how close he is to coming leaves him, hips jerking forward in minuscule motions even after Aether’s touch is gone. He pants as his cock keeps throbbing and pre-cum drips in rivulets down the sides. 

“I think I’ll keep you like this for a while longer,” Aether says, then folds his hands behind his head and smirks. 

“Now lick your mess off of the floor.”

[ravenssilver]

(part four of my untilted—now titled—unintentional aeon series)

Until you find me hiding, silently I wait.

1.7k words of aeon just trying to survive. it’s harder on tour than he thought it would be..

cw: aeon being anxious, foraging food, mentions of quintosis used as a defense (in the pit), aeon’s still depressed

part one part two part three

under the cut<3

“Where’s Aeon?”

Swiss looked over at Rain, his eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean?” Swiss asked, feeling his stomach twist up at the thought of Aeon being missing.

“I mean he missed head count, isn’t on the bus, and I can’t find him anywhere in the venue,” Rain responded, his long, unglamoured tail flicking nervously.

“Shit..” Swiss hissed.

Aeon did a quick check of the halls to make sure nobody was around before he snuck back into the green room of the venue.

Aeon immediately went for the snack table, picking at his nails that looked more human due to his glamor. They clicked every time he pulled at them, though he quickly began gathering up as much of the leftover snacks as he could, leaving him unable to fidget.

Aeon always felt like a second thought at the ministry when it came to meals, his plate always being filled with what looked like scraps. Though, while on tour, he didn’t really feel like he was given much thought at all.

There was always too little food at the venue provided lunch, the snack supply was full of things he knew the other ghouls loved, but nobody had ever asked him what he wanted to have in the green rooms—which, he only knew that the ghouls were asked because he heard Mountain talking about it with Copia.

Aeon felt guilty as he stuffed his pockets with Goldfish, granola bars, and a few other snacks that he had never seen before.

Probably requested by Cirrus, the new ones. She was always talking about some sort of new food she had heard about.

Just as Aeon had gotten all the food he could into his arms and pockets, he turned to leave the green room, only to hear Swiss running down the hall while talking to someone else.

Aeon squeaked in surprise, his survival instincts to protect the food he felt he had to forage safe on full blast. He rushed over to a nearby cabinet, putting his flexibility to use as he climbed inside and quickly shut the door.

It was extremely cramped due to all the food he had tucked to his body. Luckily, he still had some airflow due to the vented door. Aeon peaked through the vent, his lilac eyes shining with instinctual fear through his glamor.

His anxiety was on full blast, his mind fogging over with awful memories of the Pit. Hiding to survive, using his quintessence to lead other ghouls away from him with a faux scent trail.

Melting their brain when they found him anyway.

The door to the green room flung open and Aeon watched an unglamoured Swiss and Rain rush into the room.

Aeon stiffened, curling around the food he had managed to scrape together for himself for the three travel days the band had ahead of them.

His mind clouded over even more as thoughts of being found made him dizzy. Aeon took a deep, shaky breath in and began tapping his thumb against each of his fingers in a specific pattern.

Pointer, ring, middle, pinky—pointer, ring, middle, pinky—pointer, ring, mid-

“Unholy Father, where is he?!” Swiss exclaimed, clearly on the verge of a panic attack.

Aeon jolted, his eyes darting away from his fingers and back out to the room through the vented opening, determined to keep his eyes on the two ghouls.

“Swiss, calm down, we’ll find him. You can smell him, right?” Rain asked, knowing Swiss was the only one who had been close enough to memorize the little Quint’s scent.

Aeon quietly scented the air, smelling burnt gasoline and something resembling sewage water.

His eyebrows furrowed.

Who are they looking for? Aeon thought to himself, oblivious. Why are they scared?

“Yeah… yeah, it’s a lot stronger in here.” Swiss muttered, smelling the air. “He should be here! It’s too strong for him not to be,” Swiss exasperated, wincing as he tried running his fingers through his curly hair, only to snag it almost immediately.

“It’s okay. He must’ve just left. C’mon, we can find him,” Rain soothed, pulling Swiss’ hand from his own hair and guiding him out of the green room.

Aeon waited for a moment or two before he slowly crawled out of the cabinet, making sure to be dead silent incase someone he couldn’t sense was nearby.

As soon as he determined the coast was clear, Aeon darted off, making a B-line to the tour bus.

Swiss and Rain had split up after about 10 minutes of searching. Rain decided to check the venue again as Swiss raced for the bus, clumsily clambering up the steps and looking around in a panic.

Dew looked over, his eyebrows furrowed when he smelled Swiss’ panic. The fire ghoul was holding a smoking joint, Mountain rolling another one next to him.

“Where’s Aeon??” Swiss asked, looking at Mountain. He completely disregarded Dew, not in the mood for the fire ghoul’s snarkiness towards the new quintessence of their pack.

Mountain gestured to the door that separated the living and kitchenette area from the bunks.

“Everything okay?” Mountain asked, Dew seeming weirdly worried for Aeon, considering how much he voiced his distaste for the ghoul.

Swiss didn’t answer Mountain and still paid no mind to Dew, rushing to the bunks. He slammed the door behind him and rushed to Aeon’s bunk, ripping the flimsy privacy curtain open.

Aeon yelped and quickly grabbed his blanket, shoving it into the corner to hide a pile of something that Swiss didn’t see. Aeon hissed and snarled, gaining an agitated posture, his back slightly arched like a cat as his tail went rigid.

“H-Hey! Hey, it’s okay, relax..” Swiss said immediately, letting go of the privacy curtain and holding his hands up in defense.

Aeon’s pupils were slits, his eyes searing into Swiss’ form as he growled lowly, slowly moving his pillow to the corner that he had shoved his blanket in.

“It’s okay, Stardust.. you’re okay…” Swiss said softly lowering his hands and gently placing one on the thin mattress of Aeon’s bunk. The young Quint snarled and put it body in front of the corner where all of his bedding was.

Swiss’ eyebrows furrowed as he realized Aeon was in fight or flight. Choosing fight, oddly enough.

“Aeon, calm down. I won’t go anywhere you don’t want me too. Stop curling up like that, you’re going to hurt your back,” Swiss frowned as he kept his hand on the mattress but didn’t move any closer.

Aeon just grumbled and curled up some more, making Swiss hear the sound of a bag crinkling. Swiss’ eyebrows furrowed but he didn’t say anything, wanting so desperately for Aeon to trust him.

Aeon stared deep into Swiss’ eyes, the multi-ghoul practically watching as Aeon’s resolve crumbled and the adrenaline from his fight or flight washed away.

The little quint sniffled and curled into himself, hiding his face from Swiss as he began to cry. He sounded like a distressed kit who had either been caught doing something wrong, or had too much baggage for their poor heart.

Swiss immediately climbed into Aeon��s bunk, staying away from the corner that Aeon was hiding something in. Swiss brought Aeon into his arms, his heart breaking as Aeon snuffled loudly and began sobbing.

Aeon smelled different to Swiss, but he also smelled the same in a way that was different from the rest of the pack.

Aeon usually smelled like smoked ozone, a smell that Swiss would usually attribute to an upset ghoul, but he couldn’t remember Aeon smelling any differently. Now, Aeon’s scent was what Swiss thought of when he imagined the end of the world—Armageddon, if it were to ever happen.

Toxic, polluted air, rotten food, an atmosphere burning away due to nuclear warfare, death…

Grief.

Tears of his own welled in Swiss’ eyes as he realized just how broken the ghoul in his arms was. A soft sob bubbled in his throat and he buried his face into Aeon’s shoulder, wishing that he could snap his fingers and make the young Quint’s loneliness disappear.

He watched the little ghoul, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched how Aeon tapped his thumb against his fingers in a pattern that Swiss didn’t understand.

That didn’t matter. He had Aeon in his arms and he was never letting go.

The two ghouls cried together, both comforting and wallowing in their own pain. Eventually, the two cried each other to sleep, Swiss’ body acting as a shield against the world for Aeon.

“Have you seen Swiss since he came bounding in here?” Rain asked Dew as they hung out on the couch in the living area of the bus.

“No. Figured you’d go check on him eventually.” Dew shrugged. “Could you? My legs hurt,” Rain pouted playfully, knowing he was the only one who was able to make Dew stand up after show.

“You’re damn lucky I love you.” Dew grumbled, pressing a kiss to Rain’s forehead before he stood up, stalking off to the bunks were the rest of the pack was sleeping on their respective tiers.

Dew slightly pulled back the privacy curtain on Swiss’ bunk, his eyebrows furrowing when he didn’t see the ghoul. Dew shuffled down the aisle and went on his toes, peaking behind the curtain of Mountain’s bunk.

The earth ghoul looked over from his book, raising an eyebrow at Dew.

“Swiss?” Dew whispered, his tail flicking slightly. Mountain hummed and shook his head. “I’ve been hearing him snoring. He’s in here somewhere,” Mountain whispered back, setting his book down and pulling back his privacy curtain, watching Dew scent the air, looking for Swiss.

Though, before Dew even got the slightest idea of where Swiss’ scent, tinged with a bit of distress, was coming from, he heard his telltale snoring from a certain Quint’s bunk.

Dew stiffened and walked over to the bunk, slightly ignoring how Mountain was hissing at him not to cause a scene. Dew pulled the privacy curtain back, his body going rigid when he saw Aeon’s tear stained face buried into Swiss’ shoulder, said multi-ghoul curled around Aeon in the most protective hold he had ever seen from Swiss.

And with a closer look, he realized Swiss’ face was also stained with tears.

Dew slowly looked over at Mountain, his golden orange eyes wide.

[forlorn-crows]

id like to thank my mutuals and fellow quintessence as hypnosis lovers for this monumental honor

[miasmaghoul]

Kinktober Day 2 - Quintosis Control

Pull Me Under

Thank you to @kroas-adtam for curating these prompts!

Rating: E

Pairing: Aeon/Dew (but also technically Aether/Dew)

Word Count: 2.3k

Contains: quintosis (obviously), oral, fingering, anal, prone bone, phone sex, Dew getting fucked in literally every possible way

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Aeon stares at the ghoul knelt between his legs with a raised eyebrow. Dew tilts his head, palming Aeon through his jeans with a placid smile on his face. His expression remains guarded though, and Aeon supposes that makes sense.

After all, this isn’t the most…common of requests. 

“So,” Dew murmurs, fiddling with Aeon’s zipper, “think you can do it?”

Aeon hums while the smaller ghoul drags the closure down, reaching out to twirl a loose lock of ashy blonde hair hanging from Dew’s bun. It’s softer, somehow, when they’re stuck in glamour like this. Only their unearthly eyes give away their true nature, and Dew’s copper ones burn up at him like miniature suns. Warm fingers wriggle into his jeans, pet at his slowly growing chubby, and Aeon spreads his knees just a little wider.

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Aeon stares at the ghoul knelt between his legs with a raised eyebrow. Dew tilts his head, palming Aeon through his jeans with a placid smile on his face. His expression remains guarded though, and Aeon supposes that makes sense.

After all, this isn’t the most…common of requests. 

“So,” Dew murmurs, fiddling with Aeon’s zipper, “think you can do it?”

Aeon hums while the smaller ghoul drags the closure down, reaching out to fiddle with a loose lock of ashy blonde hair hanging from Dew’s bun. It’s softer, somehow, when they’re stuck in glamour like this. Only their unearthly eyes give away their true nature, and Dew’s copper ones burn up at him like miniature suns. Warm fingers wriggle into his jeans, pet at his slowly growing chubby, and Aeon spreads his knees just a little wider.

“Don’t see why not,” he replies, cheeks dimpling under a playful smile. “If it’s something you really want.” Aeon groans when Dew pulls him from the confines of his pants, sighs when Dew wraps bony fingers around him. 

“It is,” the other ghoul assures him, leaning in to swipe his tongue over Aeon’s tip just enough to make him grunt. “Wanted to ask for a while, actually.”

Dew’s giving him slow strokes now, languid drags of a loose fist. Aeon knows he’s going to be dripping in no time. He pulls the tie in Dew’s hair, tosses it away in favor of threading his hand into those impossibly soft strands. Dew’s eyes droop just right whenever he does this, and Aeon watches a little bit of the apprehension on his handsome face melt away. His other hand fists itself in the comforter of the hotel bed he’d fallen onto for all of ten seconds before Dew had wrestled him to the end of it. 

Not that Aeon’s complaining, mind. Having any part of Dew on his cock is always an occasion worth celebrating.

“Why haven’t you, then?”

Dew shrugs, that one little crease forming between his eyebrows. The one he wears when he’s focused on a solo, or when Cirrus asks him to do mental math. Aeon thumbs over the spot where one of his horns should be, and Dew’s shoulders slump a hair.

“Thought it might be weird.” Well, he’s not wrong about that. “Thought it might, y’know,” the little ghoul makes a vague gesture, focused only on the way his hand glides over Aeon’s cock. “Thought it might be too much.”

If Aeon’s fangs were out, he’d be smiling with every single one.

“Good thing I’m a fan of ‘too much’, ” he croons, giving Dew’s hair a tug. Hard enough to make his hand stutter and his eyes pinch shut. “And I know you are too -”

Aeon leans down, slow and with purpose. Invades the space Dew has made for himself and earns a surprised blink for it. Aeon sighs while he nuzzles their cheeks together, hearing Dew’s breath catch, basking in the warmth of his skin. He presses a kiss to the other ghoul’s ear, and it carries the smallest of sparks.

“- firefly.”

The word drips in magick, and Aeon can tell by the shocked sound Dew makes that he doesn’t hear it entirely in his voice. He can feel his power sink into Dew’s skin, feels the rush of static that flows beneath his scalp and through the callused fingers curled around him. A pulse of something unnaturally cool that has Dew shuddering. Aeon pulls back to find Dew looking suddenly much looser. Shoulders rounded, eyes wrinkled at the corners and glassy, his smile something more than skin-deep. The very specific visage of someone in the beginnings of quintessence-fueled bliss. 

“That feel good? Looks like it does,” Aeon lilts, the hand buried in the blanket coming up to cup the little ghoul’s cheek. “But you’ll need more than that for what you’re asking, y’know.”

Dew makes an affirmative sound, not quite a word but close enough. His hand starts moving again and Aeon feels the muscles in his stomach jump - Dew’s hands always have that effect on him. He takes a deep breath through his nose, scratching at Dew’s scalp while the first wave of his magick settles into the folds of his mind. Aeon groans with the casual way the other ghoul takes his tip between his lips, hot tongue sliding over sensitive flesh. Aeon gives his hair the suggestion of a stern pull, and delights in the way Dew just…takes it. Takes more of him into that silken mouth, enough so the blunt head of Aeon’s cock pokes his hollowed cheek. Makes a lovely bump that Aeon can’t help but run his thumb over.

“Ready for more?” 

He probably shouldn’t be so breathless already, but Dew’s mouth does have that effect on…well, everybody. The little ghoul pulls off with a wet pop, smears the tip over his own lips to leave them wet and shiny. A decidedly slutty move that makes Aeon’s balls ache.

“Yeah, I think you are,” he huffs, cheeks warm. Aeon runs a hand through his own hair with a chuckle. “Wanna call now? Or after I get my fingers in you?”

Dew makes a strangled sound, scrambles for his phone, and as his dick is left to bob freely in the air Aeon has his answer. 

He chuckles softly, stretches his arms over his head while Dew fumbles through his contacts. Rolls his eyes when the other ghoul drops the phone in his eagerness. Aeon stands, busies himself with gathering lube and arranging pillows, but keeps an eye on Dew through it all. He raises the phone to his ear just as Aeon’s shrugging out of his t-shirt. He hears it ring while he shucks his belt, and Aeon pauses with his jeans around his thighs when his sharp ears pick up a click. A deep, familiar voice follows it, Dew presses a flat palm to his crotch, and a thrill runs up Aeon’s spine when the little ghoul says,

“Hey, Aeth. Got a proposition for you.”

Things move quickly after that. Aether had been immediately, enthusiastically on board with Dew’s idea, faster than Aeon had expected. Something that told him the other two had definitely discussed this before. In no time Aeon had Dew over his lap, sitting up against the headboard with the little ghoul drooling into the sheets with each press of Aeon’s fingers. 

Fingers that, at least for Dew, feel like someone else’s entirely.

“Aether,” he slurs, sounding more fucked up that Aeon think he’s ever heard him, “Aeth, please -”

The word blurs into a moan when Aeon crooks his fingers just so, knuckles rubbing against Dew’s prostate. Aeon feels a blurt of pre leak out onto his thigh and heaves a happy sigh when Dew clamps down around him. He keeps quiet as he can, though. He isn’t the one Dewdrop needs to hear right now.

“That feel good, baby?” Aether’s smooth voice rings tinny through the phone’s speaker, but only to Aeon. For Dew, he’s sure the words flow directly into his veins. “You love my fingers, don’t you?”

Aeon twists his digits the exact way he knows Aether would - one benefit of his unparalleled sense memory - and fills the little ghoul’s mind with the burn of a much more intense stretch. One that has Dew crying out, fingers curling into rumpled sheets and his little hole clenching hard. Aeon only has two fingers inside, but with the way Dew’s writhing you’d think he was taking all five.

Ah, the power of suggestion.

“So good,” Dew mumbles, strands of hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He’s flushed crimson straight down his throat; Aeon can’t believe how fucked out he looks already, but he imagines the magick isn’t exactly helping in that regard. “‘S so much, Aeth, so big -”

“I know, firefly,” Aether trills, gentle, “but you take them so well for me. In fact, I think you deserve another one.”

Aeon takes the hint, pulling back to the first knuckle and running a third fingertip over Dew’s taut rim. The little ghoul makes the most wonderful gagging sound, one that’s only amplified when Aeon slides back inside with three elegant fingers. Dew howls once they’re fully in, fists white-knuckled in the bedsheets. Aeon’s other hand rubs soothing circles into his lower back, just like Aether would, and Aeon makes sure that hand feels heavier too.

It’s a delicate process, manipulating Dew’s mind and body at once. Sending tendrils of quintessence into the recesses of his mind and pulling on wispy threads of memory. The specific timbre of Aether’s voice, the weight of his touch, the warmth of his breath, the scent of his sweat. Immersing the little ghoul into a haze that erases Aeon’s presence entirely. It may be his touch Dew’s feeling, but right now his whole world is Aether and if Dew keeps making these noises then Aeon certainly won’t complain. His own pleasure will be playing second fiddle tonight anyway.

Aeon taps at his prostate and Dew’s leg spasms.

“Aeth - Aether please ,” Dew whimpers, gasping between the words. “'S been so long. Need… need you, please -”

Aeon doesn’t think he’s ever heard Dewdrop sound so desperate. It’s beautiful .

“You’ve got me, sweet boy,” Aether assures. “Can’t you feel me?”

Aeon swirls his fingers, slides his palm up the length of Dew’s spine, and the little ghoul goes boneless in his lap with a noise that speaks to how far gone he is. Aeon’s drunk on the feel of him, the sound, the sight of his lovely face scrunched up in agonizing pleasure. His own erection has long since flagged, but the pressure low in his belly hasn’t dissipated in the slightest. 

“Need…more,” Dew pants, pawing at the bed and mindlessly grinding his hot little stiffy into Aeon’s thigh. “Need…Aeth, fuck me. ”

Dew pleads it like his life is ending and Aeon’s head thuds against the headboard with the effort of remaining silent. Aether must hear the thunk , judging by the amusement coloring his next words.

“Of course, droplet,” he hums, and if he listens close Aeon can just make out the slippery sound of Aether tugging at himself. “Whatever you want.”

Aeon moves the slight body in his lap with mild difficulty - he’s not all that much bigger than Dew when they’re glamoured like this, and the little ghoul is entirely too gangly for his own good. Aether orchestrates his movements, tells Dew he’s going to take him on his belly, the way they do when he really needs to feel Aether. Gets Dew face down with a pillow snuggled under his narrow hips, legs spread just enough for Aeon to admire his pretty pink hole while he gets a hand on himself. He’s hard as diamond again in seconds, impossible not to be with Dew like this.

“Are you ready for me, firefly?” 

The little ghoul gurgles out an uh huh at Aether’s words, and Aeon takes that as his cue to get in position. His heart hammers away while he does, fingers jittery as he straddles Dew’s thighs. Plants his hands on either side of his chest. Leans down to kiss the place between Dew’s shoulder blades. Aeon reaches back to line himself up, prods at Dew’s puffy entrance with his own wet tip, and the way it slips over that wrinkled skin makes Aeon’s eyes roll back.

“I’m gonna put it in now, alright?”

“Yes,” Dew sobs on an exhale, sweat prickling up along the length of his spine. “Fuck, yes .”

Aeon holds his breath, every inch of him thrumming, and then he’s sinking in with a slowness he’s never employed. But it’s necessary with the way he floods Dew’s magick-addled mind with the glorious stretch Aether’s fat cock instead. He can hear Aether talking somewhere distant, but the only thing Aeon can focus on are the stunning cries pouring from Dew’s lips. Aeon has to work to keep his own shut, nails biting into his palms with every rock of his hips.

“Deep breaths, love,” Aether rumbles through the din of pleasure, his tone making even Aeon’s stomach twist. “I know you can take it.” 

Dew wails, and Aeon can’t hold in the groan that bubbles up when he finally bottoms out. Dew’s walls are like searing hot velvet around him, so slick that Aeon can feel it leaking out around his cock. The little ghoul flutters ceaselessly around him, and it’s nothing short of maddening.

“There we go, well done.” Aether coos down the line, soothing. Calming. Aeon brings a shaky hand to Dew’s head, strokes his hair. Plays out the intent so plainly coloring Aether’s words. “Are you ready for the rest of me, baby?”

Dew nods frantically against the sheets, and Aeon focuses. Lowers his own wiry frame down onto the little ghoul’s sweaty back while Aether reminds him again to breathe. Dew needs it - every bit of himself that Aeon settles against Dew’s body seems to knock the air from him in punched-out huffs. Aeon shouldn’t be so surprised, not when he knows that Dew’s feeling a much, much heavier weight.

“Oh, Dew,” Aether sighs, the sound of his strokes much more obvious now, “ you feel fucking amazing.” 

Aeon’s inclined to agree, relaxing his full weight onto the little ghoul below and giving the sublest roll of his hips. Just enough to make Dew yelp. He buries his nose in silky hair and breathes deep, warm spice and tobacco, hands traveling up his sides. Grazing Dew’s straining ribs, caressing his shoulders, mapping soft skin. The hair on Dew’s arms tickles his palms, the veins on the back of his hands so pronounced beneath his fingertips.

“Aeth,” Dew whimpers, patting at the bed, blindly searching. “Aeth, where -”

Aeon laces his fingers with Dew’s then, and the little ghoul wastes no time in holding his hand right back.   

“I’ve got you, baby boy,” Aether promises, husky with lust Aeon swears he can feel through the phone. “Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you.”

His cock throbs, Dew moans so loud it rattles his chest, and Aeon makes a mental note to ask Aether about that little exchange later.

Much later.