#rain x aeon

[rosecoloredmax]

who up raining their phantom

[moldycantaloupe]

Mushy May Day 21

Uncontrollable Laughter

Pairing; Rain/Aeon

notes; thanks as always to @forlorn-crows for putting together the prompts list! 10 more days of Mushy May!

The first time Rain heard them laugh, genuinely laugh, was nearly a month since they were summoned Topside. Everyone gathered around the dining table to eat, making idle conversation, when Dew went by Swiss and began cooing at him like a baby. Everyone chuckled at the antics, but when Swiss began fighting back and snapping his teeth, Rain’s focus shifted to Aeon, who was laughing at the pair. Eyes bright, grin wide, chest heaving. They couldn’t stop laughing for multiple minutes, everyone slowly following them into a fit of giggles. 

Rain made it his mission to hear that laugh everyday. He gets his chance the next day during Mass.

Rain wouldn’t be what you would call a devout follower. Yes, he joined the band and follows the rituals and beliefs, but Mass was just barely asking for too much from him. To sit in a room full of hundreds and listen to the Clergy and Papa speak for two hours? Not his thing. 

Aeon seemed to follow in Aether’s footsteps though, because they loved it. Every week since their summoning, they’ve listened intently to what Papa had to say, barely breaking away when someone tried to speak to them during. But even they had their limits, and that day seemed to be too boring even for them.

Their attention slowly dwindled throughout the first hour until they were fidgeting where they sat, crossing and uncrossing their legs, shifting their mask, trying to get Swiss to let them play with his fingers. But still, they seemed bored. 

Rain tapped their shoulder, and they glanced at him. He stared but said nothing, his hidden smile still plastered on his face. They stared back, no doubt confused. He tilted his head to the side, and they followed. He tilted it to the other side and they followed, with a slight shake of their shoulders. 

In exaggerated movements, he swished his head back and forth between Aeon and the front of the chapel, where Papa was speaking. After doing it a few times, he nearly jumped into Aeon, slumping his head against their shoulder and quietly faked snoring. 

Aeon’s shoulders shook harder, little squeaks of laughter coming out as they tried to contain themselves. Mountain tapped his shoulder and he sat back up, listening to the obvious sign of caution he was giving him.

That didn’t stop Rain, though. A minute later he turned back to Aeon and cupped his hand against his mouth as if to whisper something. Aeon began laughing quietly again, shaking their head. He tilted his and they gestured him over, his covered ear going to their mouth. 

“I have no idea what you’re saying,” Aeon giggled. 

Rain smiled and whispered back into their ear, pointing a thumb towards the front. “I said, ‘that’s the guy who committed tax evasion.’”

A random statement, even if true, but it seemed to snap something in the small quint. They flailed their arms in the air and doubled over themselves, their quiet giggles pitching in volume. Rain rubbed their back and giggled with them, only adding fuel to their fire.

Soon enough they began outright laughing, loud enough for the siblings a few rows down to begin turning to see what was going on. Aeon was in another fit of giggles, and Rain was helpless to stop them as he doubled over their back, his shoulders shaking. 

The talking up front paused for a moment as all eyes turned to the band ghouls in the back. Rain tried to look up at Papa to apologize, but it ended up as a cackle as he fell back into the laughing quint, who was now a pool in their seat, holding their hands on Rain for dear life. A few murmurs of laughter rung through the siblings and ghouls.

“I’m sorry,” Mountain’s voice rung out through the chapel before he leaned into Rain’s ear, “excuse yourselves before Sister does it for you.”

Rain nodded, tears streaming down his face and soaking into the balaclava. With great difficulty, he got himself and Aeon standing and stumbling out of the aisle, all eyes watching as the two giggly ghouls exited the church room. The doors boomed shut, and the band ghouls collectively sighed a relief. 

“Okay,” Papa cleared his throat and looked back down to his book and notes, “now that-”

A shrill but muffled noise of combined laughter was heard just outside of the doors, making all congregates laugh quietly. Papa chuckled himself and shook his head.

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Aeon/Rain, Polyghouls

Tags: Anal sex, gentle manipulation, princess rain, objectification, dollification, prone bone, slightly undernegotiated kink but rain is wholly into it.

Summary:Rain isn't above using his looks to get whatever he wants.

Even on the rare occasion it backfires, he still gets everything he deserves in the end.

[arcaneacolyte]

Flying High - Kinktober Day 1 (High Sex/Tentacles)

Summary: Phantom has never been alone with Rain while high. He’s so damn beautiful, and Phantom is in way over his head. Luckily Rain has him, and a little surprise Phantom wasn’t expecting. Rating: Explicit Pairing: Phantom (Aeon)/Rain Words: 1,659 Contains: High Sex, Marijuana, Transmasc Rain, Intersex Rain (tentacle, appendage and cunt are used for him), Unconventional Genitals, Dry Humping, Grinding, Mutual Masturbation (sort of), Dirty Talk, Pretty Rain

“I’m all for a little dry humping now and again,” he says, those graceful, dangerous hands reaching to slide Phantom’s sweats and underwear down below his cock, hooking the waistbands just underneath his balls, “But I think this will feel much better, won’t it?”

Rain must think that Phantom is incapable of the fine motor skills needed to remove any clothing—probably a correct assumption all things considered—and reaches for his stupid tiny little shorts himself, pushing them down and revealing himself to Phantom.

It hits the Quintessence Ghoul that he actually hasn’t seen Rain naked below the waist until now. His eyes nearly bug out of his head as he stares, taking in that wriggling appendage, slick and beautiful above Rain’s soaking cunt. The scent alone makes Phantom’s eyes cross. “Oh God, oh fuck—!” Phantom moans, bucking his hips against nothing, humping the air like a desperate dog.

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It’s Phantom’s first time being like this.

Alright, that’s not entirely true, he’s been high a handful of times, and he’s hung out alone with Rain plenty of times by now. Those two together, however? Never before.

He should know he’s high as a kite simply for the fact that he’s hyper aware of how high he is, hyper aware of everything around him, especially a touchy Water Ghoul who had smuggled some of the ‘good stuff’ as he had called it out of Mountain’s stash and decided to share his bounty with Phantom.

Phantom should feel thankful that Rain decided to share with him over any of the other Ghouls, but all he can focus on is how much of Rain’s body is pressed to his and the sweet little sighs he makes as he exhales the hit before handing it back over to Phantom for him to do the same.

The Quintessence Ghoul is hard in his sweats, his erection pressing dutifully against the fabric, stretching it rather obscenely. That’s the problem he’s found with a certain amount of weed in his system. He goes from pleasantly high and loose to incredibly horny, something that apparently Rain shares.

“And Rainy here,” Swiss said one of the first times all the Ghouls decided to share some weed together, “Crosses the line from ‘I’m having a good time’ to ‘breed me’ after one hit too many.” 

That thought has never really left Phantom’s head. It surely isn’t now, as Rain snuggles deeper into his side and stretches his toes out, the claws and webbing between them flashing out for a second as he lets out a content hum right into Phantom’s ear. The sound zings down his body and settles directly into his cock, kicking and leaking an embarrassing amount of precum into his underwear. He’d be surprised if there wasn’t a wet spot already showing on his sweats.

“If you’re not gonna take another hit, give it back,” Rain says softly, and Phantom is suddenly rocketed out of the feelings in his cock, and back to the somehow still cool body of the Water Ghoul pressed against him.

It feels like it takes a monumental effort for Phantom to move his eyes in Rain’s direction, and when their eyes finally meet, the young Quint knows it was a mistake. Those sweet cerulean eyes—always looking watery no doubt due to Rain’s nature—framed by dark thick lashes look expectantly up at him, and Phantom completely forgets what he was supposed to be doing. His traitorous eyes slowly follow Rain’s beautiful aquiline nose, smattered with bright freckles that stand out against his blue tinged skin, down to his plump little lips, made even plumper by Rain’s little pout.

His cock kicks as he completely forgets he exists for a bright flash of a moment, the thought of those plump lips taking in his cock and sucking for all they’re worth overtaking him.

His throbs sharply and blurts more precum into his underwear, moaning and not even realizing he’s done it until Rain speaks again.

“Bug?” He asks softly with a slight giggle, tilting his head, and Phantom zooms back into the present again.

Fuck, he’s so high.

He’s so hard.

Rain is so pretty.

The Water Ghoul giggles again. “Thank you, Ant.”

Oh shit, did he say that out loud?

Rain shifts so he’s turned more on his side, reaching up to take the still burning joint out of Phantom’s hand before taking another hit himself, looking up at Phantom more through those damnable eyelashes as he does. 

The sound Phantom makes as he watches those lips purse around the blunt is stupid.

The Water Ghoul breathes out a true laugh then, and carefully reaches to an ashtray on the side table near them to snuff out the joint before they waste any more. It must be clear to Rain that Phantom isn’t going to have any more.

“Oh~” he coos, and Phantom blinks, having caught up with himself again. It’s one thing he’s not super fond of when he’s this high. Swiss had called it, “plugging back into the Matrix” but he hadn’t understood at the time.

He’s since seen the movie and can attest that it’s exactly what it feels like.

“Look at you, so hard….” Rain says, and the Quintessence Ghoul would compare him to a cat that’s found something interesting to play with were he of a mind to string that many thoughts together. As for right now, the only thing he’s thinking is that Rain is staring at the obvious bulge in his sweats, and reaching for it.

He whines when Rain makes contact, and then he suddenly can’t take it anymore. Phantom moves suddenly, faster than Rain probably thinks he should be able to considering how high he is, and ends up pinning the other Ghoul into the couch by his shoulders.

Rain doesn’t seem concerned however, since he simply laughs and reaches up to grip Phantom’s shoulders as well. “You wanna fool around?” He asks, as if it isn’t obvious, as if he doesn’t know how much he’s made Phantom’s cock dribble into his underwear. 

“Yes” Phantom breathes out in a rush, and it’s the first word he’s been cognizant enough to realize he’s said in who knows how long. 

He prays to the Dark Lord that he doesn’t unplug from the Matrix again too soon.

Rain’s smirk is probably meant to be dangerous, but his stupid full lips make it look cuter than it ought to, more demure than wicked. But the look in his eyes says anything but docile, as do the hands that trail down Phantom’s chest and tweak his nipples through his shirt.

“R-rain~” Phantom moans, grinding his hips against the Water Ghoul’s.

“Yeah, baby?” Rain asks, sounding perfectly content and not as high as he should. Phantom’s head spins. Is he a lightweight?

Phantom can’t stop the grinding of his hips even if he wants to, and if he were to really pay attention, he’d notice that the wriggling feeling of where their crotches meet is not what he expects.

Instead he’s focused on how hard he is, how pretty Rain is, and how much the weed in his system had made him a horny stupid mess.

The Water Ghoul thankfully takes mercy on him in some capacity, as he hums and moans softly, bucking his hips against Phantom’s for a few blissful, glorious moments before using his not so insignificant strength to pull Phantom’s hips away.

“I’m all for a little dry humping now and again,” he says, those graceful, dangerous hands reaching to slide Phantom’s sweats and underwear down below his cock, hooking the waistbands just underneath his balls, “But I think this will feel much better, won’t it?”

Rain must think that Phantom is incapable of the fine motor skills needed to remove any clothing—probably a correct assumption all things considered—and reaches for his stupid tiny little shorts himself, pushing them down and revealing himself to Phantom.

It hits the Quintessence Ghoul that he actually hasn’t seen Rain naked below the waist until now. His eyes nearly bug out of his head as he stares, taking in that wriggling appendage, slick and beautiful above Rain’s soaking cunt. The scent alone makes Phantom’s eyes cross. “Oh God, oh fuck—!” Phantom moans, bucking his hips against nothing, humping the air like a desperate dog.

Rain laughs again, and it’s such a melodic sound even if he’s making fun of Phantom. “Blasphemy~” he teases.

The young Quint whines, screwing his eyes shut. “Don’t care, don’t care, just fuck me—fuck me !”

He’d be embarrassed by his eagerness were he not so goddamn turned on, the floating feeling so far away, his brain and body consumed with want and need and Rain’s tentacle and cunt. 

“Oh, Bug,” Rain teases lightly, reaching to bring Phantom’s bucking hips near his own. That sweet, wet little appendage wraps around what parts of Phantom’s cock it can, while Rain’s hand encircles them both, dragging the slick from both of them up and down in a slow drag. “I thought you’d never ask…”

Phantom’s eyes cross again. 

That melodic laugh catches his ear again, and he’d shut his eyes were they not now glued on Rain’s hand tugging them both faster, seemingly not in the mood to stretch the time out. Phantom is perfectly content with that as he starts to thrust his hips, babbling something probably embarrassing as he does so. He doesn’t care. Rain’s tentacle is pulsing and swirling around him in tandem with the Water Ghoul’s hand, and the wet squelching makes his balls ache.

“Rain, unholy shit!” he whines, trying to rut faster, and said Ghoul just bats his eyelashes at him.

“You like?” He asks lightly, as if he already doesn’t fucking know.

Phantom doesn’t have any words anymore, and he just nods, humping his little heart out as he stares. With how vigorous his hips move, his balls slap against Rain’s cunt, the sound so wet and filthy that Phantom swears under his breath again. “F-fuck! So good, Rain….. please! ” He doesn’t even really know what he’s asking for.

“Cum, Bug,” Rain hisses with a sharp smile, tugging and pulsing his tentacle faster. “Cum on my tentacle~”

The younger Ghoul starts to whine, feeling his orgasm start to pulse deep within his core, racing like fire up his spine until it feels like it’s boiling his brain. He chants Rain’s name under his breath like a prayer, wanting everything that the Water Ghoul will give him.

And Rain, demon that he is, simply reaches up and tugs Phantom’s chin down to force the other Ghoul to look into his bright eyes. He whispers sharply. “Be a good boy and blow your load on it, and maybe I’ll use your cum to fuck you with it afterwards.”

And of course, all Phantom can do, is obey.

[dewsgremlin]

Aether: bug, did you eat my chocolate pudding?

Phantom: no.

Aether: Oh, you don't? But then why do you have a spot in the corner of your mouth that looks very suspiciously like chocolate pudding?

Phantom: I won't say anything without my lawyer.

- Rain appearing next to them -

Rain: Hello, I'm his lawyer. I don't know exactly what this is about, but my client has done nothing wrong. Nothing at all.

Aether: ...

Rain: He doesn't even know how to do something wrong.

Aether, pointing on the chocolate stain: He ate my chocolate pudding. The evidence is even still on the corner of his mouth.

Rain, licking over Phantoms mouth: I see no evidence.

Aether: ...

Swiss: hey guys, what's going on here?

Aether: Just Phantom's laywer destroying evidence...

[miasmaghoul]

Considering the idea of quintessence ghouls being able to make themselves invisible. They can just sort of...shimmer out of view if they focus their power enough. Like how Swiss can melt into shadow, quintessence ghouls can bend and fold light to vanish themselves. Not an ability they make common knowledge, of course, but they all use it in different ways.

Imagine Omega, always at Terzo's side even when he can't be seen. A protector, a stalwart and silent companion devoted to keeping his beloved Papa safe from any who would dare to threaten. It makes them think that Terzo has power beyond what any Papa has had before - how else could you explain someone being thrown across a room with no more than a wave of his gloved hand? It's exhausting for Omega, requires a bit of a recovery period, but that's alright. Terzo cares for him in the aftermath every time, just as devoted to his ghoul as Omega is to his Papa. The only other person who knows of this skill is Sister Imperator, and Omega likes to keep it that way.

Imagine Aether, learning the same trick from his mentor but using it more to keep himself sane. It's not something he does frequently, he finds it incredibly draining and has too many responsibilities to make it a common occurrence. But some days the abbey is just too loud, and there's nowhere for him to go without being pestered by siblings, clergy members and anyone else who's decided they need his attention. So he just...disappears for a while. He could be sitting on the couch plain as day and no one would be the wiser. It's incredibly freeing, on the rare occasion he puts it to use. He does it even less post-retirement, most of his magickal resources poured into healing others, but once in a while he'll still indulge. Sneak off to the library for a quiet cup of tea and dissappear between the stacks for a bit. Copia, Dew and Aeon always know where to find him, though - but they don't go searching. They all know that, if Aether needs isolation, there is no reason to interrupt.

Aeon, though, is a different breed of quint.

Curious as a kitten and with more power than he knows what to do with, he frequently uses his invisibility for more nefarious purposes. Sneaks into the human wing for panty raids, scours the kitchens when he gets too high but has already hit his snack quota, even wanders into the parts of the abbey that are off-limits to everyone but the higher-ups.

His favorite thing, though, is his ability to be a nasty little freak with no one being the wiser. It makes him the worst sort of voyeur, sneaky and with no regard for privacy. He peeps on everyone, through cracked doorframes, keyholes and open windows, in plain sight but still unseen.

One day, mid-afternoon, he hears a familiar series of soft but drawn out moans. Aeon cloaks himself immediately, already chubbing up and giving himself a shameless grope. It's not like anyone can see, after all. He pads down the hall to find Rain's door halfway open, those lovely sounds pouring through the gap. It's accompanied by what can only be called a rhythmic squelching sound, and Aeon licks his lips as he peeks around the doorframe.

Where he finds Rain, knelt in front of the ornate floor-length mirror that lives by his closet, naked as the day he was summoned and flushed right down his pale chest. He moves like water, spread thighs tensing and relaxing as he rides what Aeon recognizes as one of Swiss' preferred dildos. Rain has his tail wrapped around the base, hands free to explore every inch of himself. He's beautiful always, but like this - admiring his own reflection while pinching his lovely pink nipples, elegant fingers tracing the lines of his own throat, sliding down to give his cock slow pulls that have him leaking a puddle onto the hardwood floor - Rain isn't just beautiful. He's lust itself, sin incarnate, and Aeon has to get closer.

He leans just inside the door, in a warm patch of sunlight that paints Rain in golden hues. Hard as a rock and pulsing in his boxers, Aeon presses the heel of his hand to his crotch and starts to hump. Matches the rolls of his hips to Rain's slow bounces, picturing his own cock sliding into that slick hole and biting his lip when a soft moan threatens to escape. He may be unseen, but he can certainly still be heard.

Rain's clearly been at this for a while, judging by the sweat glistening along his brow and making his luscious curls stick to the back of his neck, and soon enough he starts to bounce faster. Little punched out grunts fill the air, the slick sound of his hand and hole making Aeon's balls ache, and he feels himself drool down his chin when Rain gasps. Leans back on one hand so he can sink down fully onto that thick toy, getting it deep inside, just where he needs it. He's panting, hand flying over his cock, and Aeon has to lean harder against the wall lest his own knees give out.

With a half dozen more tugs, Rain's mouth drops open and they both watch him squirt his load all over that shiny surface. Aeon's right there with him, biting his knuckles until he tastes iron as he soaks a stain into his undies. He shivers through it, eyes crossing, cussing to himself when he watches Rain reach out to drag two fingers through the mess he made. With a soft chuckle he licks it up, sighing happily, and Aeon lets his eyes slip shut while he catches his breath.

"Want a taste?"

Aeon's eyes shoot open, jaw going tense, and in slow motion he watches the shadows in the corner by the window coalesce into something solid.

Swiss leisurely strides over to the mirror, the bulge in his jeans incredibly obvious, and takes hold of Rain's wrist. Laps up the last drops dribbling down his fingers as Rain leans in to nuzzle at his straining cock. Swiss' rusty purr kicks up as he sinks his own fingers into Rain's hair, scratching at his sweaty nape.

"Did such a good job, angelfish," Swiss lilts, Rain's tail giving a happy little swish as it unwinds from the dildo still inside him. "You just love bein' watched, huh?"

Rain hums his agreement, lazily mouthing at the thick outline of Swiss through his pants. Wraps an arm around his thigh so he can really rub his face all over it. Aeon heaves a silent sigh of relief; as much as he would love to watch Rain swallow Swiss down, he's all sticky in his shorts and getting less and less comfy as the moments pass. He straightens up, lets the debaucherous sight of the pair of them burn itself into his brain, and finally tiptoes back towards the hall.

"Leaving so soon?"

Aeon freezes, whole body flushing hot and cold at Swiss' words. It takes him a thousand years to look back over his shoulder, and he finds golden eyes sparkling with intent fixed on his invisible form. Aeon gawps at him, and Swiss grins. Rain doesn't seem bothered in the slightest, dragging his tongue up Swiss' fly.

"You're not as slick as you think, kid," Swiss chuckles, dark and with just enough of an edge to give Aeon goosebumps. Rain giggles, crooks a finger at his hidden form, and Aeon whimpers.

"Who else knows?" His voice cracks when he asks, and Swiss barks out a laugh.

"Lock the door and get over here," Swiss orders him in lieu of an answer, "but I don't want to see you until that cute little dick is nice and hard again."

Oh, he's in so much trouble.

[junkyardstrash]

Papaaa phantom and rain are flirting on stage again 😪

[dwritesit]

"that fish looks like you"

messy phantom rain at the aquarium for my friend hehe if you guys have any requests feel free to send an ask! ♡ ill get to them when i can

[ghoul-slime]

Collegiality

Kinktober Day 24: Gangbang/Group

Pairings: Aether/Dew, Swiss/Dew, Rain/Dew, Mountain/Dew, Phantom/Dew, and little bit of Phantom/Rain, really a bit of everyone/everyone but mostly just everyone/Dew

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3,432

Tags/warnings: Gangbang, group sex, multiple partners, cum play, rough sex, tender sex, hair-pulling, poly ghouls, crying, begging, orgasm delay/denial, Dewdrop getting wrecked overall, Dew being a smug little shit until the big dicks come out

Basically: the boys line up all nice and run a train on Dew

Had this sitting in my drafts for over a year, then decided to finish it up for Kinktober, which I then promptly fell behind on! ( @papaslittlesunshine I swear I will finish the ACTUAL prompts you gave me next!)

Read here on Tumblr or over on AO3

It’s not often that they do this, not with all of them anyway. It’s not that Dew doesn’t love all the attention on him, it’s just that he rarely has the patience to sit there politely for such a long time while everyone gets a fucking turn with him. But since Phantom is new to the pack, he figures why not.

“Think of it like a welcome gift,” Aether had explained to Phantom, like he was inviting him out to dinner and not to take part in running a train on his brand new, exceedingly hot packmate.

Later that night he walks into the common room with Aether, nervous with anticipation, to find Mountain and Rain fussing with the pull-out couch, the mattress now unfolded and made up with blankets and pillows. Swiss stands nearby watching them, arms folded over his chest. When he sees Phantom walk in he flashes a grin and gives him an encouraging thumbs up.

A few moments later Dew saunters into the room. He’s wearing nothing but a thin black robe that he hasn’t even bothered to tie shut, with his hair pulled up into a tight little bun at the top of his head. He makes his way over to the pull-out couch before shucking his robe and tossing it over the back with a flourish.

Around him, Phantom hears the other ghouls start to disrobe, the sound of fabric rustling, belts clinking, and zippers coming undone. He stands there dumbfounded for a beat before he’s peeling off his own shirt and clumsily stepping out of his jeans and briefs, tossing them in a messy pile off to the side. He doesn’t know what to do, where to stand, or what to look at. For now, he plans to just hang back and watch.

Instead, Phantom is startled out of his thoughts as Dew steps in front of him, puts one hand on his naked, bony hip and points directly at him. 

“You. You go first,” Dew says curtly, before turning back to clamber onto the mattress, arranging himself completely unashamed on his hands and knees in front of the group. 

Dew looks back over his shoulder and sticks out his tongue. 

“Show me what you got, new guy,” he teases, before turning back around and spreading his knees just a little bit more. Making sure his newest packmate gets an eyeful.

Phantom’s breath catches when he sees that Dew’s been prepped already, pink little hole already wet with slick and lube. Phantom wonders if he’d fingered his ass open himself, or if another ghoul had helped him get there before dutifully taking his place back in the den. 

Phantom flushes, suddenly self-conscious, but Mountain and Rain are stepping in and guiding him to take his place behind Dew. Mountain’s hand rests on the small of his back as he takes himself in his fist, cock already impossibly hard at the sight of Dew spread out and waiting for him.

Dew wriggles his hips playfully, an invitation for Phantom to line himself up and sink in slowly, slowly, until he’s bottomed out and breathless. Until he’s fully seated inside the smaller ghoul’s hot little body. Distantly, he registers Mountain and Rain pulling away as he starts to thrust. He gives rapid-fire, shallow little thrusts, hips moving rabbit-quick and totally off rhythm, but Dewdrop is so tight around him, and so hot. He feels so unbelievably good and he realizes with a panic that there’s no way he’s gonna last more than a few minutes inside him like this.

Dew must be able to tell, because he barks out at him. “C’mon, harder. Give it to me deeper, new guy.”

And Dew is playing just a little bit cruel, Phantom thinks weakly, speeding up his thrusts and pushing in harder, because he feels the way he clenches around him on each stroke, squeezing blissfully tight around Phantom’s cock each time he pulls his hips back. After a few more strokes Phantom feels that telltale coil in his gut pull tighter.

He realizes it’s too late with a whimper, gripping Dew by the hips and giving him one more thrust, as deep as he can manage, skinny hips flush against Dew’s as he cums with a cry, emptying himself inside the smaller ghoul. 

He’s lightheaded when he pulls out.

Dew turns his head to the side and Phantom braces himself for more teasing, but instead he just reaches back and swipes one finger through the mess between his cheeks before winking at Phantom and licking it clean.

Phantom’s dick twitches pathetically, but just as quick as he got there, he’s being ushered back towards the end of the line by Mountain while he watches Rain step up to take his place behind Dew.

“Hiya, Rainy,” Dew says sweetly, demeanor instantly changed and ready to play nice for his favorite water ghoul.

“Hi Dew,” Rain answers back with a smile, just as sweet, a well-timed blush rising to his pretty cheeks. 

Rain climbs onto the mattress behind Dew, runs his cock through the slick mess between his legs a few times before he’s pushing in and leaning forward until he’s got his entire body draped over the back of Dew’s. Bracing himself with one hand, he takes Dew’s face by the jaw, turns him to face him - and then they’re kissing. Straining, sloppy kisses, all tongue and spit, as Rain humps his cock into Dew, his perfect ass flexing as he bottoms out with each thrust.

“Mmm, that’s right,” Dew hums into the kiss, “give it to me Rainy,” he mumbles, muffled against Rain’s lips.

Pushing himself back to meet every thrust with a high-pitched, showy little moan, Dew tells him that’s right, keep going, that he can take more, that Rain can give it to him even harder, harder. He tells him just how properly he expects to get filled up now that he’s in the water ghoul’s capable hands.

And Rain is so good for him, fucking in at the perfect angle every time and letting Dew shove his tongue halfway down his throat at he does it. Perfectly happy to give Dew anything he wants, as he always is.

Dew grabs for Rain’s hand and threads their fingers together as he fucks him harder, craning his neck back at an impossibly awkward angle just to keep kissing him as deep as possible. Lips slick with spit and fangs clacking together with one final deep thrust, and Rain busts inside him with a groan.

Rain stills while he catches his breath, still sheathed inside Dew’s hot, throbbing little body and admires the thin sheen of sweat starting to show down the back of his neck. He presses a kiss to the fire ghoul’s shoulder and pulls out to see his cum, now mixed with the load Phantom just fucked into him moments earlier, start to drip back out in a thin stream. 

Dew reaches down once again, drags two fingers through the mess, and pushes everything back inside himself.

“And that’s round two,” Rain hears someone say behind him with a chuckle, ears still ringing from the blood rushing from his head. It’s Swiss, he registers, biding his time near the back of the lineup next to Aether. Both ghouls have a hand curled around themselves, giving lazy little strokes as they watch the show play out in front of them.

A moment later and Mountain moves in, stopping to pull Rain close, wrapping his arms around his slender waist and dipping him down for a kiss. He releases the water ghoul, who makes his way back on shaky legs towards Phantom hovering at the edge of the group. Rain winds his arms around his new packmate’s neck and pulls him in for a sloppy kiss of his own. 

As interested as he is in seeing Phantom and Rain naked and pawing at each other, Mountain turns back to Dew, eager for his turn. The sight of Dewdrop, face down on the couch and panting, looking increasingly more used up - but still waiting for more, has Mountain growling possessively. 

He moves in and takes the little fire ghoul by the hips before pushing his entire length deep into Dew, bullying his way inside until he’s fully seated. He’s the biggest of the pack by far, and the stretch and burn of it drags a long, ragged moan from Dew, and for the first time that night, the fire ghoul’s smug demeanor starts to falter. Mountain pulls back, almost all the way out, just enough that he can watch the blunt head of his cock kiss Dew’s twitching, puffy little rim. And then he’s slamming back with a thrust hard enough to push Dew all the way forward on his elbows.

Dew moans again, a real moan, none of those overly showy, bullshit porno moans from earlier, his eyes rolling back as Mountain fucks him hard and deep. He sets a relentless pace, full-length strokes pulled all the way out and then slammed back in until he's punching out breathless cries from Dew with each powerful thrust. He fucks him like that, with big hands wrapped around Dew’s skinny little waist.

If he squeezes hard enough he can make the tips of his fingers meet just below Dew’s navel. With each thrust, he can feel the hard length of himself pushing out Dew’s taut little belly just so. The bulge of him inside is barely noticeable, but it’s enough to rip the orgasm out of Mountain so fast it hits the both of them like an electric shock.

Dew goes stiff with it, surprised, clamping down around Mountain’s spasming cock, milking every drop from him with a ragged cry. Mountain pulls out, and Dew groans at the loss. He reaches out with a shaky hand, an attempt to feel the wet flow of Mountain’s load dripping out of his hole, but not before Mountain beats him to it, catching the rivulets of cum dribbling out of Dew’s ass and pushing it all back in, deep up to the knuckles. He fucks Dew’s loose hole with two fingers until the little ghoul is moaning again, and the wet, slick sounds of Mountain’s fingers inside him fill the room.

Phantom and Rain abandon their lazy, post-orgasm kissing as their interests are piqued again, pulling away from each other to creep in closer for a better look at how increasingly wrecked Dew is starting to look after just three rounds.

Mountain grunts, satisfied, and stands back to admire his work - at the way Dew’s wet little hole has been fucked pink and puffy from the stretch of Mountain’s fat cock and long fingers.

Dew only gets a brief moment to catch his breath before Swiss bullies his way in with a grin, sidestepping Mountain and cracking his knuckles. 

“You ready for me, firecracker?” He quips, one big hand squeezing the base of his dick in anticipation.

“Yeah,” Dew nods, face down into the pillows and breathless, hair spilling out of the bun on top of his head. He reaches back with both hands to grab his cheeks and spread. He pulls himself open just for Swiss, to let him see what a wrecked little mess he is. 

“Make me take it, Swiss”

Swiss grins wider and pushes Dew’s head until he’s face down into the pillows. He spits a wad of saliva directly onto Dew’s clenching little hole, takes his hard cock in his hand, and buries himself to the base in one stroke. 

Dew yelps as Swiss grabs a handful of hair, fingers wrapped tight around his bun and tugs, pulling until the fire ghoul’s back is bent into a perfect, pretty arch. He fucks him without mercy, hard and fast and deep. The wet sounds of skin slapping against skin grow louder as Swiss sets a relentless pace that has Dew crying out, ragged moans and pleas of yes yes make me fucking take it until the springs in the couch are squeaking and Dew’s blush is bright red and spread all the way down the back of his neck and shoulders.

Swiss reaches back with his free hand and smacks Dew’s ass with a wide, flat palm. Dew cries out, caught off guard. Swiss gives him another one, relishing in the way Dew clamps down around his cock with each slap. He repeats until both of the little ghoul’s ass cheeks are bright red and angry and Dew is drooling into the pillows. 

He fucks Dew rough, until he has him split open on his cock and moaning like a whore, and then he lets go of his hair, brings both hands to those bony little hips and squeezes. Squeezes hard enough to leave bruises, digging his nails in to mark Dew up just the way he knows he likes. He tugs him in by the waist with a bruising grip, pulls him back and forth on his cock like a pretty little toy, slamming in deep enough to bully Dew’s prostate with every stroke, until Dew is scrabbling at the sheets with his claws and and sobbing into the pillows. Desperate for Swiss to touch him, begging him to make him cum.

Swiss obliges with a grin, reaches around and wraps one big hand around Dew’s stiff dick, hanging hot and heavy between his legs, bouncing in time with the thrusts wracking his body. Swiss jacks him off until he feels Dew start to flutter around him, until he feels him clench. Until he gets him right on the edge of an orgasm.

“Please ohhhhh!” Dew’s just about shouting now, gnashing his teeth between sobs as Swiss fucks his brains out. “I’m gonna ohhhhh!”

Swiss growls, heavy and deep, when he blows his load inside him, fisting Dew’s cock as he paints his insides with his release.

He jacks Dew off through it all, feeling the way Dew tightens around him, sees the way the fire ghoul’s tight little sack draws up taut, seconds away from an orgasm. 

From relief.

And then, at exactly the right moment, he uncurls his fingers and wrenches his fist away. He lets Dew’s dripping cock fall back between his legs, heavy and straining, so red that it’s almost purple at the tip.

Dew lets out a ragged cry at his ruined orgasm, tears spilling down his splotchy cheeks and soaking into the sheets as he chokes back sobs of frustration, desperately trying to hump his hips into nothing, chasing any sort of friction Swiss might grant him.

The multi-ghoul just laughs. And then he’s flipping him over so fast Dew’s head spins. He grabs him by the leg, fingers wrapped tight around one slim ankle and tugs him to the edge of the couch.

Dew’s chest heaves, choking out sobs between dragging in deep, shuddering breaths. Skinny little hips still humping at nothing as Swiss drags him around like a ragdoll.

“Please let me,” Dew is begging, sad little pleas between gasping cries and hiccups. “Swiss, please, I need to.. I…” 

Swiss is still holding Dew’s leg in the air with one hand when he reaches in with the other to spread him open with two fingers, watching the entire mess flow out and pool between his cheeks, until it starts to puddle, leaving a dark, wet spot on the mattress. 

“So pretty,” Swiss admires. “Made to be stuffed full of cock and filled with cum, aren’t you, firecracker?”

Dew looks up at him with wet, pleading eyes and nods.

Instead, Swiss just lets more cum dribble out, and then he’s running his fingers up Dew’s sticky, wet cleft and back down to his balls, still drawn up nice and tight. He pushes his fingers back inside, and feels how hot and wet and loose Dew is.

Dew squirms, tears streaming down his face in frustration as Swiss plays with his hole lazy and unhurried, agonizing in the way he just pushes the cum back up inside him and lets it all dribble out again. In and out, until he’s got his fingers coated and Dew’s entire body is shaking.

Swiss presses a kiss to Dew’s ankle before gently placing his leg back down on the couch and then he’s bringing his fingers to Dew’s lips, shiny and soaking wet with cum and slick and lube.

“Suck,” he commands, pressing his fingers between the fire ghoul’s lips. 

Any other time and Dew would fight back, hissing and spitting and loving the challenge, but now, fucked loose and pliant, tears still streaming down his pretty face from his ruined orgasm, and he complies immediately. Opens up and lets Swiss pet at his soft, pink tongue with filthy fingers. He wraps his lips around them and sucks. Hollowing his cheeks and suckling until Swiss is satisfied and pulls them away nice and clean.

“He’s all yours now, Aeth,” Swiss says, looking down at Dew reverently, before stepping aside for Aether to finally take his place.

Aether steps in to gather Dew into his arms, smoothing big, warm hands over Dew’s shaking body, soothing him, leaning in to whisper sweet words of praise into his ear, quiet enough that they’re just for Dew to hear. He leans in close, tells Dew how proud he is, how good he’s been for them, how well he’d taken all of them. How good he was for welcoming Phantom properly into the pack.

Aether parts Dew’s legs gently, gets him spread open nice and wide one last time. He presses in and folds the smaller ghoul nearly in half, leaning in and kissing him, deep and loving, as he slides inside. There’s absolutely no resistance, Dew’s body wet and loose and full with everything the other ghouls have given him.

Dew reaches up with shaky arms and wraps them around Aether’s neck, pulls him in as they kiss. 

And Aether talks him through it, sweet words murmured against his lips. He tells him how good he tastes, how sweet. His perfect Dewdrop. He fucks him with long, slow strokes, reaching in so deep and feeling how wet and full his little mate is with their entire pack’s cum.

Dew groans into his mouth, squeezes his arms around his neck and pleads against his lips. Little whimpers of pleasure as Aether makes him feel so good. Proud to know he’d taken care of his pack so well.

Aether kisses him in time with each push, each thrust hitting deep and perfect, bringing Dew’s flagging erection back to full attention. He whispers more words of praise against the fire ghoul’s lips as he takes his cock in his hand and strokes. He jacks him off and tells him how good he is. His sweet baby boy. His love. His mate. 

“Feel that, Dew” Aether asks as he bottoms out with a particularly deep thrust. “Feel how full you are inside?”

Dew nods, eyes closed and jaw slack as Aether fucks a litany of obscene, wet sounds out of him. With each push a little more of the mess inside Dew’s body dribbles out. Dew is stuffed so full that Aether’s cock is coated in it.

“That’s right, baby boy. Filled you all the way up, didn’t we? Oh, there’s so much inside you. That’s just how much we all love you, isn’t it, baby?

And that does it, Aether’s filthy, sweet words wring a surging orgasm out of him. Dew comes so hard on Aether’s cock he almost blacks out, his vision dark around the edges as he feels Aether spill hot inside him, adding one more load to the everything he’d already taken. 

They kiss, breathing ragged into each other’s mouths as they come down, sweaty foreheads pressed together. For just a moment, it’s only the two of them. 

And then Aether is taking Dew’s hand and guiding him down to feel where they’re connected, he presses the pads of Dew’s fingers against his own rim as he slips out. Lets him feel the hot gush of cum as he slides out, feel how hot and wet and completely fucked open his own little hole is.

Dew hums when Aether pulls away, satisfied and spent and boneless. He holds himself up on shaky elbows just long enough to see the way the rest of the pack is watching him with rapt attention before letting himself fall back to the pillows with a smug little smile tugging at his lips.

“Now,” Aether says, loud enough to pull everyone’s attention back to him.

“Who gets to eat him out first?”

[phantoms-finger-tapes]

Phantom accidentally hits Rain w/ his guitar 🥺

Phantom immediately putting his hand over Rain's 🖤

[Edit]: Here's a closer and clearer look

[belle--ofthebrawl]

i'm kind of obsessed with that rain/dew/aeon ficlet you've just posted, and the line about that probably being aeon's first time hearing rain so assertive struck me A LOT, and since your pinned post says requests are open...

would you be willing to write a little something about rain and aeon, with rain getting all assertive, and maybe a little bit mean?

Pairing: Rain/Aeon

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Mean Rain, Trans!Rain, Vaginal Sex, Temporary Erectile Dysfunction, Rain using his powers for evil (positive) (for rain anyway), Fantasies vs Reality.

Summary: Rain treats Aeon('s dick) like a stress ball. Aeon experiences performance anxiety for the first time in his life.

[sageofthestarz]

This started off as angsty phantom thoughts based on another post I saw and it turned into a kinda fic..

Written at 2am on no sleep, bare with my typos. It's not proofread 😎

Phantom thinking he was a temporary replacement. Not letting himself grow close to anyone even if he desperately wanted to. He was always told be was going to be replaced back with someone better. Someone who belonged in the pack. That someone wasn't him.

It hurt. He's been wanting, craving for a pack. For a family. He can't get attached though. It'll only lead to him being sent back to the hellscape of the pits that much harder when the time comes.

When the tour comes to an end he did end up getting attached, namely Dew, Rain, and Swiss. The last few nights on tour he hides away alone in his bunk when he'd usually be curled up into one of their sides. He's trying to distance himself, he knows how badly this is going to hurt. Bring sent back to the pit after making such close bonds.

He cries silently, small whimpers and longing to be held by his pack, his lovers. It hurts, knowing they never truly cared for him. He's a replacement after all. A stand in for the one they truly loved. He was allowed to think it was real for awhile right? To think all the time they spent with him was truely for him, that they loved him, wanted to bring him pleasure, bring him care. Even if he knew it wasn't for him, he sucked it up like a sponge and gave so much of his heart back to them.

Now, he felt empty. Like a painful void was in his chest. He'd he sent back, cast aside never to be thought of again once they were back. They'd have their quintessence ghoul again. The real one, the one they truly wanted.

He wished he spent one last night with them. Even if it would be selfish of him. He wanted do badly to feel their love one last time. Pretend it was for him. So the very last night once they were asleep he crawled into their bunks the three of them already together. A blank look on his face, sad sunken eyes from a lack of sleep, and painfulled sobs as he crawls against Swiss' chest, allowing himself to be swalled by his large arms, a smaller heater of a ghoul pressing against his back, a ice cold hand relaxing around the warmth and taking his hand.

He feels tears swell into his eyes once more. Holding back a hiccuped sob not wanting to wake them. He just needed this. Needed to feel them one last time. Imprint the feeling of their love onto him before it was transferred back to the true one they wanted.

He silently cried for the whole ride back. The early morning approaching as they got closer back to the Abbey. When they stopped he had to bite into his hand to keep silent. When Papa came onto the buss to get the ghouls inside he pretended to be sleeping, hood up over his face and eyes. Small mumbles from the ghouls waking around him.

Swiss' arms never leave from around him.

He feels himself being lifted into Swiss' arms. A soft sleepy "Common baby,," as he's carried inside. He tenses hearing the two that stayed back. Aether, and Sunny yelling out. He holds his breath when he feels Aether hug Swiss, whispers around him, feeling a large hand press into his back makes him fall boneless. Soaking in the feeling of Swiss one last time. Aethers going to take him form him. Send him right back where he belongs.

But it never comes.

The hand leaves, and there's a low purr in Swiss' chest as he presses a kiss to Phantoms head, all of them walking insidle. He waits, bracing for impact with the cold stone floor when he hears a door open, but instead hes met with a soft bed that smells faintly of Swiss.

There's sleepy murmers he can't understand, but he can smell Dew and Rain closeby. Soon enough, he feels the bed dip, and he's behind pulled against a chest, Swiss', and there's a blanket being pulled over them.

A moment later joins a warmer ghoul, one that curls Into his side and wraps their tails together, another dip after and a icy hand is going through his hair gently before it settles away next to the heat.

There's one more, a heavier one he isn't used to, that he hasn't smelt often. He realizes soon enough it's Aether. A arm being wrapped around all four of the ghouls there. A symphony of purrs is heard within minutes. Every ghoul there sleep, pleased, and relaxed.

Once he's sure they're all asleep, he pushes his hood back and looked around at them all, debating. He should leave. Hes taken too much. They don't want him they have their quintessence ghoul back why is he still there?

He sits up slowly, trying to untangle himself but a large hand stops him, a terrified look shooting over to where Aether lays. He gives him a sleepy smile "Lay back down Magna Stella. You're not going anywhere." Phantom looks at him confirmed "I.. I'm being sent back in the morning..?" He whispers back, Aether simply shakes his head

"You're not going anywhere love. You're pack now, and they love so dearly. Sleep now, you needant be worried. You're staying right here." Phantom doesn't look as if he believes it. Maybe it's a joke, some sick joke to keep him having hope. But the sincerity of how Aether looks to him, he believes him

Tears well into his eyes, a small hiccuping sob escaping him. Aether gives a soft smile "You're safe here. You're pack. You're loved, and you're home."

He's putty against Swiss' chest, the worry and stress disappearing letting into his exhaustion. He sighs, closing his eyes feeling each of them there. Their different energies they fill him with. He's asleep in minutes. Finally able to relax and sleep without worry. For the first time ever, he feels loved, feels like pack, and feels like he has a home.

[scenegirlshooter2]

RESIDENT EVIL MOVIES BLINKIES..

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[dewsgremlin]

Phantom, staring at Rain: Why are u so shy?

Rain, staring back with wide eyes: Because we just met.

Phantom, leaning closer: we have known each other for 2 years now?!

Rain, confused and feeling uncomfortable: Yeah, that's what I just said?

[c0nclavii]

ok this is like a big ass art dump but look at them!! ignore the neglected math work on the other side we dont care about that we only care about ghost

[highdefinitions]

said i wasn’t going to make more of these.. well…