Eigengrau - #phanter Cuddle Buddies

The most powerful ghoul!! ;3

Mushy May: Sex into making love

I'll be real this one got away from me but oh do I love these two...also Ifrit has a big fat praise kink and you cannot change my mind

Pairing: Zephrit

Word Count: 2250

They always fall into each other so easily. A wink from Ifrit at breakfast. A lingering touch from Zephyr when they share lunch. Uncontrollable hands and tails at dinner. They touch and they taste and they tease each other all day until one of them finally breaks. Tonight it was Zephyr who fell like a tree in a windstorm. They can’t be blamed. Not when Ifrit had been whispering absolute filth into their feathered ear while cuddled up in the common room for movie night. They lost it when he nuzzled into the feathers on their neck, hands squeezing their inner thighs. Zephyr excused both of them, feigning a migraine as reason for their exit. 

The moment the two were back in their shared room Zephyr took their long white hair out of the bun it had been in all day. They shook their head, running a talon through the strands to scratch at their scalp. Ifrit watched, leaning against the door with his arms crossed and a grin on his face. 

“Want me to braid it for you birdie? Since your head just hurts so much” Ifrit pushes off the door, closing the distance between them. 

“I want you on your knees” Zephyr doesn’t look up at him, eyes closed while they fiddle with a knotted strand. 

Ifrit chuckles as they move to sit on the edge of the bed. He raises an eyebrow when their legs spread, looking at him expectantly. 

“Oh come on birdie you know that’s not how this works” Ifrit looms over them. 

“Really now” they tilt their head in question “then why don’t you tell me how it works love.” 

He leans in, caging them with his arms “you lay there and take it. Until you’re begging.” 

Zephyr snorts a laugh “I’m sorry love it’s impossible to take you serious” they faux wipe a tear from their eye “now be a good boy and get on your knees for me.” 

“Or what?” 

The temperature of the room drastically lowers as the scent of citrus becomes overwhelming. Ifrit doesn’t have time to backpedal before he feels immense pressure all around him. He falls to the floor with a hard thud that’s sure to leave bruises in the morning. Zephyr looks down at him with disgust, yellow eyes glowing and hair flowing in an imperceptible breeze. 

“Wasn’t so hard” they pat his cheek before maneuvering around to quickly pull their clothes off. 

Ifrit’s eyes rake over their body, that suave persona leaving the moment he sees those soft down feathers between their legs. He wants to bury his face in them, dip a bit lower to taste. He tries to scoot forward when they sit back down, but the pressure is still heavy around him. Zephyr huffs a laugh when they see that look in his eyes. 

“Hells you’re so easy. It’s cute, really” they spread their legs further putting their half hard cock on display “come on. Make good use of that mouth.” 

The pressure lessens just enough for Ifrit to move in. He runs his nose down that happy trail of feathers, purring at the softness. He travels further down where feather turns to skin. He breathes in deeply, mouthing at the base of their cock. Zephyr shudders and tugs his horn. He gets the hint, dropping his mouth and letting his tongue loll out. 

They slowly feed it to him, inch by inch until their cock is all the way down his throat. It’s quiet except for the heavy breaths Ifrit exhales through his nose. Zephyr pets his cheek, cooing about how sweet he looks before fucking into his mouth. Ifrit gags and they give him a moment to breathe. Ifrit looks up at them through wet lashes and they fist his hair, groaning in response. Ifrit huffs a laugh. 

“And you say I’m easy.”

Zephyr doesn’t get the chance to respond. Ifrit suckles at the head of their cock before taking them right back down his throat. They have to fight to keep the noise that threatens to rise down in their chest. Their hips twitch forward with every pass of Ifrit’s tongue against the underside of their cock every time he bobs his head. Up and down. Up and down. The wet click of his throat each time the tip presses in is maddening. Zephyr can’t stand how much of an effect he has on them. They wrap a hand around his horn, pulling him off of their dick with an obscene pop. He stares up at them, half lidded eyes and drool running down his chin. They pull him into a sloppy kiss, tongue immediately slipping into his mouth. Ifrit moans into their mouth, tilting his head up to chase their taste. 

“I need you. Right now” Zephyr pants into the space between them. 

“How do you want me?” 

“Fuck on your back love. I need to ride you.” 

Ifrit presses back in, capturing them in a quick equally messy kiss before pulling back. Ifrit stands slowly and Zephyr snaps their fingers, releasing all of the pressure around him. Ifrit nearly falls over with the sudden change, but Zephyr darts a hand out to catch him. He just laughs, shakes his head, and crawls into the bed. He lays against the pillows, stretching himself out and wrapping a hand around his cock. He lazily strokes himself from root to tip, watching Zephyr settle between his legs. 

They slide up to straddle his hips, letting the head of his cock catch against their ass. Ifrit’s eyes flutter at the feeling. 

“Eyes open now. You know better than that” Zephyr coos. 

He does know better, but fuck it’s so hard to look at them when they sink onto his cock. It’s too much for him to watch the mask slip, watch the way their face softens in pleasure all because of him. He’s cum like that before, practically untouched and so sensitive, all because of that look in their eyes. Even so, he’ll always give his birdie what they want. 

He forces his eyes open and Zephyr grins. They hoist themselves up on shaking legs, reaching back to wrap a hand around his cock. They squeeze, a warning for Ifrit to keep himself under control, before slowly settling themselves so that the tip of his dick brushes against their hole. They steady themselves with a hand to his chest, taking a deep breath before they start to sink down. Ifrit’s chest heaves, a shuddering groan filling the air when he slips inside. 

Zephyr takes a moment to breathe when they’re fully seat, willing themselves to focus more on the full feeling of Ifrit instead of the ache in their knees. Ifrit’s legs come up on instinct, muscular thighs supporting their back as they slowly sit up and sink back down. He fights to not fuck up into them. It’s so hard for him to focus on anything with that tight hole clenching around his cock with every downward stroke. 

Zephyr can see that fight in his eyes and they make it so much worse. Their hands roam and squeeze at his chest. Sharp talons circle a pierced nipple and Zephyr’s stomach swoops at the pleading look at Ifrit’s face, silently begging them to not do it. They watch his face intently when they pinch his nipple between thumb and forefinger. Ifrit loses the fight, hips arching off the bed to drill his cock deeper into them. 

“Fuck Frit just like that keep doing that” they fall forward, wrapping their arms around his shoulders and burying their face in his neck. 

He digs his claws into the mattress, arms encircling them to hold them close. He ruts up into them with the same force. 

“Feels so good birdie shit” he presses a kiss between their horns before his head falls back against the pillows with a moan. 

Zephyr pants heavily against his neck, taking in the spicy sweet scent of him. Their eyes are screwed shut, focusing on the feeling of that dick piercing dragging deliciously against their prostate. 

It doesn’t last long though. Maybe their legs had been bunched up for too long. Maybe it was the awkward angle they were laying in. Maybe it was something else entirely, something they didn’t even realize was wrong. Whatever it was, something in their body popped and a flare of pain zapped through them. They yelp, hissing through their teeth. Ifrit stops immediately. 

“Zeph what’s wrong?” 

For a moment Zephyr curses him for always being so perceptive, knowing what each of their little noises mean. But then those warm hands are rubbing their back and asking them what’s wrong again in a softer tone. They couldn’t be more grateful for him. 

“Something popped.” 

“Is it like that time your back popped and you—“

“No” they shout, interrupting him before they have to relive that particular memory “no this hurts.” 

He cranes his neck to be able to look at them, gently rubbing the back of their neck until they lift their head to meet his gaze. They could be sick from those sweet orange eyes. 

“Do you need to stop?” He asked softly. 

“No. No, I want to keep going.”

“If you’re positive.” 

“Yeah just…lay me down. I think it's somewhere in my legs.” 

Ifrit gives them a chaste kiss before pulling them off of him as gently as he can. Zephyr shudders at the loss. Ifrit lays them down, reaching behind them to grab one of their many pillows. He carefully lifts their hips which earns him a hiss from Zephyr before placing the pillow down. Once they’re completely settled against all of the soft bedding, Ifirt slots himself between their legs. He lets his fire bleed to his hands, gently rubbing them across their hips and down their thighs. 

Zephyr groans just from the relief, earning an affectionate chuckle from Ifrit. He pulls his knees together, pulling them slightly onto his lap. He rubs soothing little circles into their hips as he pushes back into them. He starts slow, testing the waters by pulling all the way out and sinking right back down. He keeps the languid pace until Zephyr pulls him in by the back of his neck. 

“Faster” they demand “harder.” 

“Whatever you want birdie” he pants. 

He thrusts into them with a snap of his hips. It’s nowhere close to the pace he had before, but it’s steady enough to have soft sighs and grunts spilling from Zephyr’s mouth. They keep their arms wrapped around his shoulders. Ifrit thinks they’re beautiful like this. When that pinch of pain between their brows is gone and they look so relaxed. He watches their face screw up in pleasure every time he buries his cock into them. 

“Fuck you’re gorgeous.” 

Ifrit groans when they clench down hard on him in response. He pulls back just enough to get a good look at them and his stomach swoops. They’re looking up at him with those piercing yellow eyes, half lidded and clearly studying him. Their white hair is fanned out around them like wisps of cloud on a bright blue day. When Ifrit bumps against that delicious spot inside of them the feathers on their neck ruffle. Fuck they’re so beautiful. He can’t fucking stand it. He bends back down to capture them in a kiss, hips grinding against their ass. 

“Fuck I fucking love you” he groans into their mouth. 

Zephyr’s grip tightens, making sure he stays close “I love you too. My wildfire. My light. My Ifrit.” 

They nip his bottom lip and he loses it. He thrusts into them one more time before spilling deep inside of them. He grinds his hips, fucking his cum as deep as it’ll go. 

“You’re so good to me” Zephyr coos, petting through sweaty red hair. 

Ifrit only takes a moment to catch his breath before snaking his hand in between their bodies to wrap around Zephyr’s cock. He feels it kick in his hand at the contact and he knows how close they are. He strokes them, squeezing around the head with each pass of his fist. He kisses along their jaw, a litany of adoration following each press of lips to skin. It doesn’t take much more until they’re cumming hard, dripping down Ifrit’s fingers as he pulls every last drop from them. 

He lets go of their cock and he feels the shuddering stop. He brings his hand up, waiting until Zephyr opens their eyes again so they can watch as he sucks their cum off of each finger. 

“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” 

Ifrit chuckles and noses against their temple “and I’ll be right behind you all the way back to Hell.”

“Oh how sweet my murderer is going to stalk me in the afterlife” they roll their eyes, but the smile never leaves their lips “will I ever be rid of you?” 

“Never” he rolls over, pulling them in to lay against his chest. 

Zephyr buries their face against his sweaty skin to hide the deep blue blush on their face “Good.” 

They lay like that together until they fall asleep. Ifrit keeps his temperature up for them even as he lies unconscious. Even deep within his dreams, Ifrit will take care of Zephyr. He’d never let them go a day in pain if he could help it. He would always fall into Zephyr, all they had to do was say the word. 

That feeling you get when you are clearing notifications on your phone and you accidentally clear Tumblr notifications. Like, what did I just miss?

Just the fact Swiss has a cowbell this tour cycle and it's a no phone concert is killing me. I need to see how freaky that ghoul gets when he's playing it.

Rain leading the Ministry in AquaSize and finding out some of the ghouls can't swim. I'm looking at you Phantom.

I have this urge to sit him down and brush out that hair

Cos we don't get enough Per on ghumblr

For fear that you'll find out (I'm imagining you)

Kinktober day 7: Hate sex/Quintnosis

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Aether/Dewdrop

Words: 1,820

Tags: Quintnosis, hate sex (sorta), irresponsible and unintended use of quintessence, dubious consent, sexual fantasies, aggressive making out, dirty talk, degradation, Aether's got some morally dubious internal dialogue, shame

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Heated emotions had outweighed rational thought when Aether seized the water ghoul by the arm and spun him around before he could reach the door. He hadn’t grabbed him with any sort of plan in mind, just a growl rattling in his chest. Dew tried to jerk away but Aether held him firm enough there’d be bruises muddying his pale skin. He’d hissed but the sound died when his back hit the door a little too hard. Aether often forgot his own strength but this had been intentional. 

Months.

Aether had put up with Dew and his infuriating behavior for fucking months. He had considered himself a patient man before his summoning but Dew had seemingly been sent by the unholy father to test that belief—a test he’d failed the second he laid hands on him. Could only bite his tongue for so long. Up until that moment he had been dutifully playing the role of the bigger person, refusing to give Dew the reaction he apparently craved but something about this little water ghoul cracked his resolve. 

It was a miracle he’d lasted that long at all but he’d reached the limit, Aether couldn’t fucking take it anymore.

He hadn’t grabbed Dew with any real intention. Maybe to scare him. Maybe finally lay into him about his shitty attitude. He could say with confidence he never meant to grab him by the collar and kiss him but that was exactly what he’d done. 

Aether had kissed Dew like he sought to snuff out the belligerent defiance within him. Like he could bruise the lesson of ‘stop fucking with me’ into his lips. If anything, he’d force Dew to taste the depths of his frustrations. 

Dew squawked when Aether’s mouth pressed to his, startled sound muffled into a kiss fueled by something violent. It certainly tasted like it was—the faint metal taste teasing the tip of his tongue. His lip was a casualty to Aether’s unfiled fangs. The water ghoul had tried to shove him away with as much force as his little body could muster but Aether was bigger. He tried to pull back but he was pressed to the door, stuck between a rock and a hard place. All he could do was clutch at the front of his uniform.

Another disgruntled noise died off in his throat, breath hitching when Aether licked over his bottom lip. He hesitated. Tension brought his shoulders towards his ears. Made him hold Aether tighter. Uncertainty turned his scent sharp but the unmistakable smell of sea salt pervaded the air to overshadow it entirely. Another swipe over the seam of his mouth and Dew jolted. His death grip on starched fabric started to go loose as his lips reluctantly parted to allow him inside.

Collar released, Aether’s big hands settled on the sides of his neck, tips of his fingers pressing into the ticklish baby hairs at the nape before one slid fully into silky pale hair. It was as soft as it looked. Easy to pull himself through, easier to get a hold of. He didn’t plan on pulling, but so far ‘plans’ were not working out for Aether. It was up in the air if he would, if Dew deserved it or not.

Dew had become surprisingly pliant with so little fight. Aether expected to be torn to shreds but Dew made absolutely no moves to do so. No more sounds of protest, just a single little whine that made something in Aether’s brain itch. Whatever Dew was doing couldn’t exactly be considered kissing back. His lips were barely moving. Really just allowing Aether to take.

Cheek pressed to the smooth cool wood, his arm twisted further in an odd uncomfortable angle behind his back, face screwing up. His gills fluttered with his labored groan, the bigger ghoul forcing him to deepen the already exaggerated arch of his spine. The worn pads of thick fingers circled over the ring of muscle, barely pushed against it. Just enough to feel the resistance. 

”Fuckin’ water ghouls…Freaks, the lot of ya, Ifrit was right.” Aether chuckled against the shell of his ear, ice water dripping down his spine. “You get wet like this arguing with me, puddle? I see why it’s all you do.” 

“It’s not—Stop it.” He whimpered sadly as Aether pressed the tip of his middle finger inside of him. A small preview of the stretch he’ll feel. Despite his objection his little cock kicked between his thighs, pearling at the tip. 

“That’s not what you want, froggy.” He cooed, nipping at his fin to make him yip. “Not what that cute little thing wants either.” The spade of his tail trailed up his inner thigh sending goosebumps rippling over him, point tickling against the seam of his balls as it continued to drift along the underside of his dick. 

He shuddered, eyes threatening to roll back as Aether worked deeper inside of him. Barely finished with one finger before he was forcing in another despite the wounded sound and the way he struggled, immediately searching for that spot that would send him keening and finally shut him up.

”Quit the crocodile tears, I know you’ve taken more than this. Know you’ve let Mountain and Ifrit have you again, and again, and again—“ Aether pressed into it and his knees wobbled, petting over it in time with his accusation. “Take it like a good boy.”

”Oh s-shit, fuck, too thick. Hurts.” 

The quint ghoul laughed meanly. Close to cruel, something he was not often. He started to scissor his fingers in an action that bordered on torturously slow. Savoring how he wept, pained and pleasured but purely wrecked sounds ripped out of him. 

“Bitching this much on just my fingers, how’re you gonna take my cock froggy?”

”Your…No, no, Aether, it’s gonna-“

”Gonna what? Break you? Oh, Dewdrop, I’m just plannin’ on getting you nice and used to this cock.” His tongue flicked out and licked his gills open in a quick motion, grinning against his neck as he choked on his breath. 

He whispered into his opened throat in a way that felt equally hot and disturbing. “Not gonna want anyone else after I’m done,” a third finger to emphasize his point. “Ooooh no you won’t…Mountain and Ifrit won’t be able to satisfy you when I’m done, gonna have you crawling back for it.”

His mouth dropped open, helpless to the way Aether absolutely set to unravel him by rubbing circles into his prostate. He knew he was dripping down his wrist.

”So grit your teeth baby boy, I’ll teach you how to love the pain.”

Aether broke away from Dew abruptly, threads of saliva stretching and snapping between them. It felt like being submerged into molasses and then doused with ice water. He almost couldn’t process what he’d seen, what Dew was hiding behind the apparent act of disdain. It didn’t make sense. He had a plethora of questions and a couple of accusations but the water ghoul met his apparent shock with drooping, glassy eyes. His lips parted, kissed cherry red and sucked puffy. He looked fucked out but most notably, he appeared vacant. 

He’d have asked what the fuck was wrong with him if the answer was not staring him in the face. Specks of violet floating in the pale waters of his eyes. Flower petals drifting in a whirlpool, swirling and dancing before disappearing behind the blown out voids of his pupils. 

Alarm bells sounded in his head, confirming to him he had indeed fucked up. 

Now, not distracted by the taste of honey on Dew’s tongue, he could feel the magic seeping from him. Tendrils outstretched and invasive. Burrowed where they did not belong in the depths of Dew’s subconscious, showing Aether images not meant for his eyes. This had never happened before. Quintessence was still new to him and like an untrained animal, he had difficulty keeping it leashed. In his fit not only did rationality escape him but control as well. 

Still holding Dew’s now lolling head up, Aether shifted his fingers to his temples but paused. It was his turn to hesitate in acting. He simply tipped his face up towards him and stared at the water ghoul’s dreamy expression. Dew was…Pretty, a fact easy to forget when all he did was behave like literal hell spawn. He was prettier with the quintessence threatening to consume the blue in his eyes. Thinking too hard about that image made his pants uncomfortably tighter. 

He shook his head. Rid himself of the thought enough to focus on the act of unweaving himself from the inner workings of Dew’s brain without dislodging anything important. Omega had always told him to leave things how he found it after all. Withdrawing was harder than entering. Backtracking through a maze. It was like Dew’s subconscious didn’t want to let him or his influence go—too content to be suspended in the warm fuzzy feeling, like he never wanted Aether to give him autonomy back. 

Aether hissed through his teeth. He should have felt sick with himself for the thought's existence alone, let alone the fact he’d deigned to entertain it. Part of him did. Something darker coiled around him with the promise of satisfaction but Aether stuffed it down. Focused himself. 

Dew blinked dumbly at him as the quintessence released its hold on him. He could watch clarity trickle back in. Artificial bliss quickly turned to a dazed sort of confusion.

“Uhn-huh…?” 

His gaze flicked left to right and finally landed on Aether’s face. “You.” Dew’s eyes widened and narrowed in quick succession, tone rightfully critical. Couldn’t miss the pink dusting and darkening his cheeks though. He shoved at Aether again, Aether allowed Dew the distance this time. “Keep your hands off me, and stay the fuck out of my head.” 

Like that, Dew stormed out. Slammed the door so hard it rattled in its frame. 

Aether however was stuck in his own stupor, heart hammering violently in his chest. Scenes replayed in his head. He couldn’t stop them if he tried. Literal fucking brain worms that had him shamefully chubbing up. Shame barely covered it. He should have been mortified, more so when his hand wandered south to press against himself through his zipper. 

It all made sense to him now. 

Dew had wanted a reaction the whole time, just not the reaction Aether thought. Little shit had aimed to break his patience and hoped Aether would break him in turn. He was a fucking pervert if Aether ever saw one—and maybe he wasn’t any better, stood stupefied and embarrassingly hard, stroking himself blatantly in the middle of the room with his gaze fixed on the door. Couldn’t stop himself from picturing Dew there, the way he’d imagined himself at Aether’s mercy. 

If that was what Dew wanted, he’d teach him the lesson he’d apparently craved to learn.

Poor little old man

Was Dew wearing a medical boot? Glad that you had a great show!!

Yes! On his left foot. He fractured his foot/ankle. It was hard to hear what papa said. And yes it was absolutely amazing.

Hyp! You said, so you shall receive! Ofcourse only if you want to do something with it but this lil shit has been rattling around my racoon brain for a bit. So, for you 🤲

Rain has the most delicate wrist’s. They’re not even the smallest in the pack, Aurora for example has teeny tiny, fingers overlap, kinda wrist’s.

No Rain’s are a contradiction of themselves, delicate and soft looking like precious porcelain but there’s strength in there too, there has to be because the bass is heavy.

His Ulna is very prominent and after he’s been playing for a few hours there’s a vein that curves around it, cradling the bone.

It’s also a terribly erogenous spot for him, Dew would know. He’s spent a hours staring, stroking his fingers over the delicate joints, imagining how he’d make Rain into a weepy little mess begging Dew to just do something, stop teasing.

Rains wrists drive Dew absolutely feral and Rain knows it.

Or something like that, idk. 🤷🏻‍♂️

this made my brain go empty for weeks but here i am and i bring food. loosely inspired by @miasmaghoul's fic on dewther watching the ghovie, hope u don't mind

does not contain any rhrn spoilers!!!

“Should’ve made you take the jacket off sooner,” Dewdrop whispers right into his ear with another slow stroke over delicate skin.

It’s stretched so thin over the bones of Rain’s wrist, keeping all the tendons and veins not hidden, but veiled nonetheless.

The water ghoul grits his teeth and digs his claws further into his own thigh. Well, not claws, considering he’s got them glamored—they’re surrounded by tens of unsuspecting humans, after all—but his blunt, perfectly trimmed nails. The same ones that are still flashing on the big screen right before them from time to time.

“I’d get to see those pretty wrists even more.”

Rain can do nothing but keep his head straight and his eyes glued to the screen. He should’ve known. He should’ve known his little mate would go absolutely feral seeing not just him in general in the cinema, but the close-ups of his hands. His wrists.

Why the delicate bones wrapped in fair skin were Dewdrop’s undoing, nobody’s ever learned, even though nobody could deny that every single part of Rain’s body is absolutely perfect. He carries the precisely carved out and yet so natural beauty of renaissance statues. For some reason, the fire ghoul’s favorite part of him is one of the unassuming ones and because of this his mate’s own body was conditioned to betray him every single time a reverent fingertip would be placed over that spot.

“Dew, you can’t–” Rain mutters when the music is loud enough to cover up his cracking voice. There’s nothing more he wants right now than for Dewdrop to go on and work him up and up until he tips over the edge, but they can't, they're in public. And the water ghoul knows he won’t be able to control himself if his mate carries on his teasing.

“Sure I can,” Dewdrop turns to smile at him and if Rain didn’t know better he’d call it genuine, sweet, innocent. The fire ghoul is all but that.

Dewdrop lets his glamor slip the tiniest bit, just enough for one of his nails to return to its natural state. He scrapes it over the middle one of Rain’s flexors, pressing it down just enough to leave a straight red line following the tendon. His skin is so delicate, it takes barely anything to leave a mark.

The thought makes the fire ghoul let out a growl.

Rain whines pathetically like a kicked puppy and throws his head back against the top of the cushioned cinema seat. Another clip focused solely on his own fretting hand flashes on the screen and the water ghoul wants to scream.

Instead he throws his free hand over his crotch, pressing down onto the steadily growing bulge to take some of the edge off. It doesn’t escape Dewdrop’s attention—just as the smell of the fire ghoul’s cunt in arousal doesn’t escape Rain’s.

He leans into his ear once again.

“It’s actually a wonder you’ve never tried putting your whole hand into me,” Dewdrop whispers, moving his claw up Rain’s forearm as he shakes in his seat. “We should try that later. Wanna see your wrist buried inside me while my slick is dripping down this pretty veiny forearm all the way to your elbow.”

The next noise the water ghoul lets out makes the entire auditorium turn their heads.