#water ifrit

[namelessdumbass]

🏳️‍🌈Happy Pride Month🏳️‍🌈

[ashthewaterghoul]

BIOLUMINESCENT GHOULS

Water Ghouls glowing as they swim like plankton, lines and dots appearing along their skin and are unique to each Ghoul.

Fire Ghouls’ eyes and veins glowing whenever they uses their powers, like magma cracking through rocks.

Earth Ghouls can sprout bioluminescent plants from their horns, fingertips and tail.

Quintessence Ghouls just naturally have a purple glow to their horns that gets stronger as they use their powers.

Air Ghouls can make their fingertips shine like sun rays peaking through the clouds.

BIOLUMINESCENT GHOULS

[wolves333]

cr:@Evara

Hhsgdfffhj!!!

[sageofthestarz]

Dom Ifrit fucking Dews throat without any mercy in the moment. Hard, wet, and messy just to lovingly massage his sore jaw with his big warm hands later on after they're done whispering how good he did

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

Terzo and his ghouls have gang banged on tour before this is real nobody can convince me otherwise

Oh absolutely

And you know there’s a reason Terzo surrounded himself with some of the biggest ghouls 👀 I bet he was THRILLED when Mountain was summoned

Those ghouls all know that Papa runs the show, but behind the scenes? Oh boy, they run him.

[ninesposting]

For some reason I struggle SO much with Mist, Rain and Ifrit’s designs I just have no clue what I want them to look like 💀

[yesandpeeps]

I like categorizing/differentiating things and figurative language so let’s goooo,

How the fire ghouls present:

Alpha: Billowing smoke and soot that reddens the sky and emboldens the sun.

Ifrit: Crackling, lit embers that spark above a flame, then flutter down as ash.

Dewdrop: Dense, humid steam that can drown on dry land, and burns like alcohol.

[forlorn-crows]

Into the Eyes of Fire

for the one and only, my love, @miasmaghoul. happiest of (early) birthdays to you!!

Relationship(s): Ifrit/Dew

Rating: E (and N for NASTY)

Tags: blowjobs, classic feminization, degradation, rimming, nasty fucking, overstim, and a little piss. iffie is a big bad ghoul and dew is so so into it.

Words: 5691

Summary: The look in question happened only a few hours ago: the pair of them gallivanting around the stage, charging at each other like wild bulls during the bridge of Year Zero. Until Ifrit rose up on his toes, hovering only a few inches above Dew as he leaned in for a mock kiss. He may as well have been two feet taller with the way his rich brown eyes bore straight into Dew's, getting closer and closer until the water ghoul was forced to pull away. 

It was no more than a few seconds. But the shared look between the two of them was more than enough to convey Dew's desperate thoughts.

Ifrit had regarded him with a calculating stare as keycards were handed out for the evening, grasping Dew by the arm and pulling him flush to his side as they made the short trek up to the room—separating from him only long enough to shove their bags in the bathroom and hook the latch over the door.

Now Dew whimpers, barely loud enough to be considered a sound. His head thumps against the wall, hips canting into Ifrit’s. 

The fire ghoul chuffs, nails tracing patterns into the exposed skin around the hemline of Dew’s shirt, goosebumps rising in their wake. “Gonna make you cry; that’s what you want, isn’t it, baby?”

[kkildeer]

i can't believe this actually happened

[namelessdumbass]

random ghouls/ghoulettes interactions

[starrrlytte]

dewfrittttt ugh they make me coo coo bonkers

w/ water!dew ofc

[flusskatzen-blog]

Zephyr/Chair, Ifrit, Dewdrop (Fire version whoops) and Aether Designs.

I headcanon Zephyr uses they/them pronouns. Ifrit is unreasonably fluffy, while Aether is just the most friend shaped of all ghouls.

[sageofthestarz]

Some sad kinda fucked Ifrit thoughts because I woke up and they came

Cw; Substance Abuse, Sex as a coping mechanism, and just kinda general sads.

Nothing graphic said but still putting those ^

Ifrit

Big, Strong, oh so stupid Ifrit.

That's what was thought of him. A muscle head who fucked hard, partied hard, and got fucked up without a care.

An easy fuck and go without connections, without having to stick around after sorta thing

That isn't who he was though.

This was all learned behavior because it's what got him the attention he craved, any sense of being useful, cared about even if it was only because his body was useful

He loved and hated every single second of every single hookup, high, and any other thing that got him out of his head

If he wasn't happy he wasn't useful, if he didn't stay the persona they all knew he wouldn't be liked, if she showed just how broken inside he truly was he'd lose everything and everyone he had, no matter how superficial he needed the attention

It didn't matter if it was a vicious cycle of regrets, and horrible sleepless night, bad highs and.. thoughts he shouldn't have. Couldn't have

It was all he had now

His pack was broken.

His pack hated him after he left.

He never bothered to try and reconnect, why would he.

Aether, Mountain, and Dew stayed with the band, Zephyr never spoke to him, Mist was long gone to be with the lake.

He couldn't bother any of them with this.

With him.

He left the pack, he left the band, that was his choice. He left the only people who cared about him and for what? To go and be whatever he was now?

Yes.

Even when he knew he could possibly rekindle something he didn't. Shoved those feelings down and shoved more substance down his throat.

He didn't deserve it.

Didn't deserve to have that happiness.

That comfort.

Ifrit used to be the most caring, lovable golden retriever there was.

Always following someone's trail, loving on them, and doing every favor he could

His pack loved him

He loved his pack

Now a days he's nothing more then an old dog owned by a family long since grown.

One that's waiting for the first excuse to be put down despite all the love it has left to give.

He thinks it's what he deserves.

A life of misery, and pain without comfort.

He watches his old pack in longing, the only happiness coming from seeing how happy and healthy they are

He'd do anything for them even now

He's so happy to see them thrive and love each other

Even if it also breaks his heart.

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

Don't Wanna Talk About It

Pairings: Omega X Ifrit (implied Ifrit X Dewdrop)

Type: Smut

Summary: Ifrit wants attention. Omega is busy. Things do not go according to Ifrit’s plan. Or do they?

Warnings: Dom!Omega, Sub!Ifrit, teasing, pushy behavior, Ifrit is a brat, ownership, sort of chastity, throat fucking, consensual photographing mention, subdrop, degradation, objectification, slight feminization, rough sex, fingering, anal sex, knotting, biting, mentions of blood

Word Count: 3,333

Notes: Read here on ao3. There is a scene that sounds like Ifrit is using Dewdrop, but it’s not like that in any regard. They’re both just brats who plot together. Also, here is a picture of the harness I used as reference :)

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It’s a well-known fact that ghouls are very sexual creatures. They have fun with each other, but they also have systems in place.

Using the color system made it easier for them to have clear communication across all pairings. They had their rules, and they had their punishments — all for the sake of fun.

It isn’t uncommon for a ghoul to be punished in a way of no one in the pack being allowed to touch them. This is only broken when the ghoul who put said punishment in place determines the punishment to be over. It was difficult to keep track of until someone came up with the perfect solution: a simple collar.

Every ghoul had a set of collars and harnesses that had a specific color designated to them. (For example: Mountain’s were brown or green, Aether’s were black and purple, Zephyrs were an off-white color, etc.)

Wearing only a collar simply meant to show ownership, telling everyone else to back off. That ghoul was off limits to the rest of the pack. They may be used during a ghouls' heat to claim specific partners. More often than not, however, they were used as a punishment.

If a harness was added to the equation, that commonly meant that that ghoul had royally fucked up. They weren’t allowed to receive any attention from any other ghoul – sexual or not. They either wore it over a shirt or wore no top at all;  depending on their preferences of course.

It was an easy system to follow, and it added an extra level of excitement…until it was actually enacted.

—

Ifrit had been craving attention from a certain quintessence ghoul. Omega had a certain air of dominance that surrounded him, and Ifrit was dying to feel it close up. 

With thoughts in mind, Ifrit strolled over to the couch, trying to seem nonchalant. Though the rest of the couch was empty, he curled up against Omega who was peacefully reading. Eventually, he got bored from just cuddling and decided to crawl in his lap and press kisses to his jaw.

“There something you want?” Omega asked, not taking his eyes off of the book.

“Want you,” Ifrit mumbled, grinding against Omega’s thigh. “Please…really want you…”

Omega smiled, putting his book down and holding Ifrit’s cheek. “I can find you later tonight, but I’m busy today. Terzo asked me to help him with paperwork, and I have some chores to get done before I’m free.”

Ifrit whined and buried his face in Omega’s hand. “Skip it. Please Megs…need you so bad,” he begged, still moving his hips to get friction against his rapidly hardening cock.

“Oh hush, baby boy. You know I’ll take care of you tonight. I want to relax right now though.”

“I can help you relax,” Ifrit purred, bringing a hand to Omega’s crotch, feeling him chub up in his pants. Ifrit’s touch was hot, and he could feel it through his pants.

“Ifrit,” Omega says in a warning tone, taking Ifrit’s wrist in his hand. “You can curl up next to me and let me read in peace or you can go find someone else to play with if you’re that desperate. It’s up to you, but I’m not playing this game right now.”

Ifrit huffed and tried to bury his face in Omega’s neck, but Omega tugged on his tail and pushed him off his lap. Ifrit decided he was going to pout in the opposite corner of the couch. Omega stood up with a grunt, grabbing Ifrit by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to Dewdrop’s room.

“There. Go play with the pretty little water ghoul, and leave me alone,” he growled, shutting the door in Ifrit’s face.

Dewdrop looked up with an amused smirk. “What was all that about?”

“Don’t wanna talk about it,” Ifrit mumbled, crawling his way into the bed. If he wasn’t able to get exactly what he wanted right now, there was no harm in saying he couldn’t at least have some fun.

With the approval of Dewdrop, he sent Omega a picture of a fucked out Dewdrop, covered in marks and cum.

Ifrit: Could have been us…

Omega: I am actively working. This is not the time, Ifrit.

Ifrit: Awww you’re no fun :(

Omega: If you don’t quit, you won’t be happy with the outcome.

Ifrit rolled his eyes and put his phone aside, cuddling the blissed out water ghoul, giving him soft kisses.

“You’re going to get in so much trouble,” Dewdrop giggled.

“Oh, I plan on it,” Ifrit grinned, kissing Dewdrop who wrapped his arms around him and crawled onto his lap.

“Round two?”

—

Dinner rolled around, and Ifrit made sure to deliberately sit next to Omega at the table. He wrapped his tail around the quintessence ghoul’s calf, slowly working it up towards his cock.

“Ifrit, if you want to do something with me, you have to wait. I won’t tell you again,” Omega growled, leaning toward Ifrit to whisper in his ear.

“I’m just trying to set the mood.”

“We’re at dinner. It can wait.”

“That’s not what you said when you jerked Aether off under the table last week.”

“There’s a difference. I’m not in the mood to deal with your shit right now,” he warned, seeming more annoyed than angry.

Ifrit wrinkled his nose, but his tail stayed curled around the other ghoul’s thigh.

“Unwrap your tail,” Omega commanded. Ifrit loosened his tail, concerned that he was actually crossing a boundary, but when he smelled a wave of unmistakable arousal, he tightened his grip once again. “Ifrit,” he said loud enough to get a few confused glances from the other.

Startled, Ifrit let his tail fall and went silent. He hung his head, and for the rest of dinner, he picked at the food with a fork. He could practically feel the anger radiating off of Omega, and it made him nervous, yet slightly excited to see what was about to come.

Ifrit volunteered to clean the table and wash the dishes once everyone was finished. Omega stayed at the table, glaring at every move the fire ghoul made as if he were a piece of prey to devour.

He tried his best to ignore how uncomfortably hard he was, but every movement made his sweatpants rub against him, and every thought about what Omega was going to do to him made his cock kick.

Omega sat there, analyzing his every move. Even though he tried to keep his angry demeanor, there was no denying how hard he was.

The moment Ifrit finished, Omega grabbed his arm hard enough to bruise and dragged him into his room. Ifrit stood there, shaking slightly, staring at Omega like a deer in headlights.

“Do you still want my attention?” He asked, his words sharp.

Ifrit nodded, not meeting Omega’s gaze. Omega gripped his chin and forced him to look in his eyes.

“I need words, baby. I need to make sure you’re okay with this,” Omega said, his tone gentle. He checked over Ifrit’s face, checking for any signs of reluctance.

“Y-yes. I still want this,” he admitted. He didn’t realize that his arms were already behind his back until he dug his own claws in. Omega moved his hand from his jaw to his shoulder, shoving him down to his knees.

“Get to work,” he said, motioning to the bulge in his pants. Ifrit reached his hands out, but Omega slapped them away. “Mouth only,” Omega chided, grabbing hold of one of Ifrit’s horns and pressing his face to his crotch.

Ifrit looked up with glassy eyes, then immediately began fumbling with the button, using his tongue to try and push the button out of the hole. It took a moment, but once he got the button free, he pulled the zipper down.

His real struggle was trying to pull both pants and boxers down. “Don’t tell me that after every stunt you pulled today that you can’t deal with the consequences of your own actions.”

Ifrit whined and looked Omega in the eyes. “I-I need help,” he whispered, hoping for some mercy.

“Useless,” Omega taunted, pulling his pants down just enough to free his dick. “Open.”

Ifrit opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out, expecting Omega to shove his cock down his throat. He flinched when he was met with a glob of saliva, landing partially in his mouth and partially on his cheek. Before he had the chance to swallow, Omega pushed into Ifrit’s open mouth, hitting the back of Ifrit’s throat and causing him to gag. Omega held him there until Ifrit reached around to tap his thigh.

Omega pulled him off, letting Ifrit gasp for breath. “Are you okay? Color?” He asked, slightly concerned.

“I’m fine. Green,” Ifrit croaked out once he got his breathing under control. He swallowed some of the saliva that was threatening to leak from his lips, then opened his mouth and looked back at Omega.

Omega pushed his cock back into Ifrit’s waiting mouth, much gentler this time. He kept hold of Ifrit’s horns as he fucked his throat. “Lucifer, it’s like you were made for this,” Omega groaned, throwing his head back. When he looked down, he saw drool coating Ifrit’s chin and wet eyes. “S-shit, you look so good on your knees.”

Ifrit closed his eyes and moaned, the sound adding to Omega’s pleasure.

He pushed Ifrit’s head down, his nose pressed against the coarse hair. “Is this what you wanted? Wanted to be used and fucked like you were nothing more than a toy?”

Ifrit tried to hum in confirmation, but the action caused him to choke around Omega’s cock. Omega pulled him off, then started to strip. “Take your clothes off, and get on the bed. Ass up, face down,” he said, tone stern.

Ifrit wiped the spit off his chin, then did as Omega asked. He climbed onto the bed in the position Omega asked, and as soon as he did so, he heard the metal clinking.

“Shit,” he cursed, knowing he was fucked.

“What? Can’t handle a little ownership? You’re my bitch now,” Omega growled, slapping his ass. “Get on your hands.”

Ifrit complied, now resting his weight on his hands. He turned his head to see Omega prepping a harness with a collar attached. It was white leather lined with holographic material. 

Ifrit whined as Omega began to situate the harness against his chest, strapping it together in the back, then wrapping the collar around his throat. He pulled it tight enough to add weight, reminding him of his situation, but not enough to the point where he couldn’t breathe.

On the ring attached to the collar there was a tag engraved with “Omega’s Bitch”. A trail of leather ran underneath to more leather and metal rings. The leather moved in a ‘V’ shape down to his waist. There were chains attached to the rings, mimicking a skeletal rib cage, lining his chest. Straps of leather laid across his back in a horizontal fashion.

He couldn’t deny that it wasn’t pretty, but he knew what it meant. “H-how long?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Omega said, moving Ifrit’s tail so it was raised over his hip. “You wanted my attention, and you got it. And that is all you will be getting until I decide otherwise.” 

He didn’t hear Omega uncap the bottle of lube, only noticing when he felt cool liquid being poured over his hole. He shivered and moaned. “A little warning? That’s shit’s cold.”

“You’re a fire ghoul. You can warm it up, so quit griping,” Omega said, using his index finger to smear the lube before pushing in. Ifrit moaned, then lowered himself to his elbows. Omega grabbed hold of one of the top leather straps, then hoisted him back to his hands. “Never said you could do that.”

Ifrit whined and hung his head, already panting as Omega added a second finger, scissoring and curling his fingers. Ifrit moaned, loud enough to be heard across the Ministry as Omega curled both fingers into his prostate.

If it weren’t for Omega’s grip on the harness, he would have collapsed as Omega pushed a third finger past his stretched rim. He was leaking precum as if he were a water ghoul – a small puddle forming beneath him. Harnesses did wonderful things to his brain.

That sense of being owned, the feeling of the leather against his skin, the way the chains jingled and bounced against his nipples – the cool metal sending a shock through his body. It all made his head spin. He could cum from this alone.

“Sathanas, you look so pretty when you’re getting fucked by my fingers. I cannot wait to see you on my cock.”

Ifrit bit his lip, stifling a moan at the thought of being impaled on Omega’s cock. Omega pulled his fingers out once he determined Ifrit stretched enough, receiving a whine from the fire ghoul, then thrusting into Ifrit, burying himself to the hilt in one go. Ifrit let out an obscene moan as Omega let him adjust, then began moving his hips back against Omega to let him know he was ready.

“You better enjoy this. This is the only cock you’ll be getting for quite a while,” Omega whispered as he bent over Ifrit’s back, fucking him hard and fast.

Ifrit grunted, letting out little “ah ah ah’s” as Omega’s cock repeatedly slammed into his prostate.

Omega sat up, taking his hands off the top of the harness to grip the bottom, moving Ifrit back and forth over his cock. “So fucking tight-” he groaned. “Such a good little fuck toy for me. Nothing but a tight hole for me to use whenever I please.”

“Uh huh,” was all Ifrit managed to get out.

“Hardly even been five minutes and I’ve already fucked you stupid? Pathetic,” he sneered, smacking Ifrit’s ass and leaving a red hand print. His hips continuously slammed against the meat of Ifrit’s ass as he brought one hand around to Ifrit’s throat, forcing him back against Omega’s chest.

Ifrit clenched around Omega’s cock as he stopped, buried completely in Ifrit.

“You’re going to be a good toy and ride me so I can see those pretty chains bouncing against those pretty tits,” Omega growled, nipping at the skin above Ifrit’s collar.

Ifrit moaned as Omega pulled out, letting Ifrit fall back to his hands so he could watch the way his hole clenched around nothing.

Omega sat against the headboard, and Ifrit immediately straddled him. Ifrit grabbed hold of Omega’s cock, stroking it a few times before lining it up with his fluttering hole.

He moaned as Omega filled him once more. Ifrit rested his hands on Omega’s shoulders as he began to bounce in earnest.

Omega grabbed Ifrit’s hips with one hand, the other moving to play with Ifrit’s nipples. Ifrit threw his head back, letting out a litany of noises. His cock kicked as Omega pinched his nipple.

“So pretty like this,” Omega murmured, pulling Ifrit into a sloppy kiss full of teeth and tongue, swallowing Ifrit’s moan. Omega groaned as he felt Ifrit clench around him. “So fucking good for me,” he moaned, pressing a kiss to Ifrit’s shoulder.

“Omega, please…please touch me…wanna cum,” Ifrit begged.

“Can’t you touch yourself?” Omega questioned, a teasing smirk on his face.

“Don’t wanna. Want you…you make me feel so good,” Ifrit whined, continuing to bounce up and down, feeling Omega’s knot beginning to form.

Omega looked down to watch his cock slide in and out of Ifrit’s hole. “Taking my cock so good. You look so good like this,” Omega mused, reaching a hand to stroke Ifrit’s cock. “Gonna cum for me? Gonna let me knot you? Fill you up?”

“Yes! Please. Wanna be good for you. Knot me, Omega, please. Wanna feel you for days,” he babbled, too far gone to be coherent. Between Omega’s dick in his ass, the feeling of his knot bumping against his rim, and the hand stroking his dick, thumbing against the slit, Ifrit was on cloud 9.

Omega put both hands on Ifrit’s hips, taking control and moving him how he pleased. Ifrit whined and his face twisted in bliss as Omega shoved his knot into him. “F-fuck!” He cursed, claws digging into Omega’s back. Omega buried his head into Ifrit’s shoulder as he came, biting hard enough to draw blood.

Omega continued to jerk him off, and Ifrit grinded against Omega’s cock.

“Fuck, Omega, I’m gonna cum-” he gasped.

“Cum for me. Make a mess, pretty boy,” Omega said. Once he was given permission, Ifrit came, collapsing against Omega as he worked him to the brink of overstimulation. Omega brought his hand to his mouth, licking Ifrit’s cum and moaning from the taste. “Fuck, you taste so good, baby.”

Ifrit hummed, then nuzzled against Omega’s neck.

Omega chuckled, then grabbed a tissue from his nightstand to clean his hand, then another to wipe the blood off of Ifrit’s neck. He lifted Ifrit’s head to press a kiss to his lips.

“Such a good boy,” Omega smiled as he put one hand on Ifrit’s cheek and stared into his burnt orange eyes. “Feeling alright?”

“Mhm,” Ifrit hummed. His head felt fuzzy, and he felt boneless, but Lucifer almighty did he feel good. He leaned back against Omega, breathing in the crisp, yet fizzy scent of Omega.

“How does a bath sound once I’m able to pull out?” Omega offered, stroking Ifrit’s hair. All Ifrit could do was nod. Omega pressed his lips to Ifrit’s head. “Did so good for me, baby boy. So so good.”

Ifrit hummed and closed his eyes, nodding off as Omega’s scent soothed him. Omega held him close, chuckling as he noticed Ifrit falling asleep. “Rest,” he gently commanded. “I’ll wake you when I need to.”

Ifrit smiled and dozed off, sleeping until Omega woke him so that he could pull out without startling him. Once Ifrit was lucid, Omega carried him to the bathroom. Omega had a bigger bath than all of the ghouls thanks to his ‘partnership’ with Terzo, which was able to fit both of them. He took the harness and collar off – a temporary thing – then submerged both of them in the warm water.

Omega repeatedly made sure that Ifrit was okay, tending to his bite mark and any bruises, giving him water and a small snack.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Omega questioned as he rinsed shampoo out of the fire ghoul’s hair.

“I’m sure. I’m sore as hell, but that’s expected,” Ifrit assured. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as Omega poured water over his hair. “But I like it this way.” He paused. “Did you ever decide how long I’ll be in the harness for?”

“How does a week sound? At least for now.”

“If it means getting that treatment again, I’ll settle for a month,” Ifrit laughed.

Omega hummed. “Oh, don’t tempt me,” he teased.

—

They stayed in the bath together for quite some time, only getting out when the water turned cold. They got dressed – the collar and harness both being put back on – then curled up together in bed once fresh sheets were on.

When breakfast rolled around, Ifrit woke up to an empty bed. He felt the chains rattling against his chest and huffed, then walked into the kitchen, being greeted by the scent of breakfast being made and the chatter of his packmates.

Aether gave him a funny look, barely containing his laughter, then poked Dewdrop in the shoulder to make him turn to look. 

Dewdrop choked on his coffee as he took in the sight of Ifrit in his sweatpants with the leather and holographic collar/harness duo lining his torso. “Dude. What did you do?” Dewdrop asked, a laugh escaping him as Omega turned around and smirked.

“Don’t wanna talk about it.”

[iamthecomet]

comet have you thought about dew fucking ifrit's tits. and how much he leaks all over them because he's a water ghoul.

and maybe, just maybe, aether gets jealous when he finds out. but he's too shy to ask dew to use him like that.

I think Aether watches. Watches as Dew straddles Ifrit's chest and presses those tits together and fucks them in a slow messy slide. Pre running down Dew's cock, spilling over the top of Ifrit's cleavage so Ifrit can drag his fingers through it, swirl it around his nipples. And Dew's a mess. Little gut-punched noises with each slide, shivering already, trying to make it last. But it's evident from the sheer amount of pre-leaking from him that he can't--won't. Dew's never had very good self-control. And Aether watches from above. Ifrit laying back between Aether's spread legs, his head pillowed on Aether's bare chest as Dew works himself over on Ifrit's body. And Aether can't look away. Can't stop watching the dark head of Dew's cock poke up between Ifrit's tits. Can't stop watching as pre dribbles from the tip and Dew's fingers dig in where they're clutching at Ifrit's pecs to push them together. And Ifrit's talking. Of course he is. Egging Dew on. Torturing him. Telling Dew how good his little cock feels between his tits. "Looks like you like fucking these more than my ass." Dew whines. Fangs digging into his lip, focus spilling onto his features. A violet blush spreading across his cheeks. And Aether wants it to be him. Wants to be the one beneath Dew. Wants to wear bruises on his tits from Dew's spidery fingers. Wants to feel that slick slide. Wants to tell Dew how good he is. How fucking hot this is. Instead, he just grinds his dick up against Ifrit's spine and watches, dry-mouthed, words failing him as Dew whimpers and shudders and Ifrit goads him closer and closer to an orgasm. And when Dew cums, spilling hot all over the tops of Ifrit's tits, Aether does too. Shooting across Ifrit's back, up his spine. Eyes locked with Dew's as Dew drags the sensitive head of his cock over Ifrit's nipples just to make sure they're fully coated. Aether doesn't end up having to ask. Next time the topic comes up--Dew already knows what Aether wants. He's more than happy to make a mess of him too.

[con-clavi-con-jae]

☆Ghost Headcanons: Era 3 Ghoul edition☆

Alpha and Omega are brothers. Don't ask where it came from, they just are. Omega is the oldest, Alpha is the youngest, but he really doesn't want others to know that

Mist, Omega, and Ifrit were extremely close with Terzo and between each other for a long time since they were Terzo's personal ghouls (sort of like bodyguards/assistants, that kind of thing)

Ifrit actually taught Dew to play guitar after he left the band

Air is the oldest ghoul in the Clergy, and Omega is the second oldest

Cowbell was the first ghoul that Sunshine befriended after being summoned, and they're pretty much best friends. They meet up a lot, gossip abt the others and pull pranks on the band ghouls. Special joins them sometimes

Literally every woman in the Clergy wants Mist. Everyone is shocked and no one knows how she does it

Ifrit gives nicknames to everyone he likes. He often calls Dewdrop "little dude", and also the reason why Zephyr goes by "ChAir" most of the times is bc Ifrit started calling them that

Mist does everyone's nails, and helps Ifrit with his eyeliner

Omega did Terzo's face paint all the time. It was their favorite pre-ritual "ritual" (yeah I should've found a better way to phrase that...). Terzo did it by herself when they were on tour after Omega left the band, but it's not the same for him

Alpha and Water have a very close friendship, which is weird since if anyone saw the way they are together you'd think they hate each other, but yk, water and fire things