#rain x aeon

[rosecoloredmax]

who up raining their phantom

[st-danger]

PLEASE could you write a part 2 of Phantom pissing on Rain’s lap? I beg 😭

He fights it out of instinct. It's an innate feeling that he shouldn't, his body wanting to tense even as his mind tries to give him the go ahead- a strange disconnect made stranger by the way Rain cajoles in a breathy, affected tone, hard and straining against his sleep pants. It isn't that Aeon doesn't want to, but relaxing and letting go isn't the easiest thing to achieve when he can feel how hot Rain is through the fabric of both of their pants, when his body is telling him not here, not now.

Rain's insistent rubbing of his belly just below his navel cannot be ignored and fought forever.

Be good and let it out, Rain says. Aeon folds.

Curiosity forces him to look down at his lap, gripping tight onto Rain, chewing his lip while he tries to hold it in and let it go and finally-

A little dark spot soaks into the grey fabric. And then another. Rain has his hands on his hips and is moaning instantly. A little dribble, a squirt, and then- Aeon feels his cheeks light up as he loses the bid to stay tense.

It spreads quickly. Too many cups of water he'd been asked to drink by a too-eager Rain, and he's going to drench them both. Rain's hips shove up underneath him while he soaks his sweatpants and then they're too saturated and now it's- well. The fabric is a nice visual, clinging to the outline of his cock, but it's a useless barrier. He's spraying and soaking it and it's dripping through, onto Rain's lap. Onto his pants.

"Fuck, oh, Aeon, yes, that's good," Rain whimpers. It's a shock to the system that Aeon feels more composed than Rain is right now. He's the one embarrassing himself after all. He's the one wetting them and letting Rain see something that feels excruciatingly private. His hips continue to buck and grind and then his hand comes to grip the dripping outline of Aeon's cock, squeezing it while Aeon continues to drench himself. Drips through onto Rain's fondling hand.

"Filthy," Aeon whispers. "This feels so nasty."

"Uh huh," Rain says, sounding miles away, distracted. "You really had to go."

"Made me drink a lot," he reminds him, and can feel the puddle he's created between the two of them. Almost done now, and Rain gropes out the final few squirts, the last sprinkles.

It's so wet. It's so dirty and wet and both of their cocks are visible through their clinging pants.

Rain makes a weird, strangled noise and frantically grabs at himself through the material, rubbing wildly and-

Aeon watches his load soak through.

[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

[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

[st-danger]

Hej! Can you write something with Rain pulling Phantom onto his lap and touching and caressing him in just the right places. Whispering into his ear to let go and so when Phantom cant hold it anymore he pisses onto the other through their sweatpants while sitting snugly on his lap. His ass on Rain's bulge.

👁️👄👁️

"This is weird," Aeon mumbles, shy voice matching the pink in his cheeks, the uneasiness in his muscles that have him wound up tighter than his guitar strings. Rain's hands hold his hips, gripping and holding him close, refusing to let him get away. Making him feel just how excited he is by the thought of what's to come. Aeon looks down, at the towels on the bed, the sweatpants- it'll all have to be washed, of course, and- will he need to sneak it out of the room to launder it in peace? So that nobody knows? "Are you sure?"

"I want it," Rain says, and Aeon sags back against him, a wordless plea to be held which he is more than happy to answer. Back to chest, wrapping his arms around him and sighing when Aeon rubs against the bulge in his lap. "It's okay to get us messy. Please." He can feel the hesitancy rolling off of Aeon. "Do you need some convincing?"

Aeon nods. Rain snuggles him in a little closer, and wiggles underneath him enough to make sure Aeon knows just how badly his cock aches for it.

"I want you all wet," Rain whispers, and presses a hand low on Aeon's belly, a gentle but steady pressure that has Aeon tensing anew despite his best efforts to try and relax. "I want both of us wet."

"Still time to take a bath?" Aeon not-joke jokes. Rain doesn't even acknowledge that.

"Don't be shy," Rain says, still rubbing his belly. Soft, comforting circles, but too firm to be entirely relaxing. It's still very much a demand. He continues to try to grind up against Aeon's ass. "You have nothing to be shy about."

"After this I might," Aeon laughs weakly.

Rain digs his fingers it, palpating and the laughter turns into a tense, choked off noise.

"There will be other things," Rain assures him, pressing. Massaging. Reveling in the way Aeon is tense. "You don't need to be shy about this." Aeon draws a deep breath in through his nose, slowly out through his mouth. The pressure from his hand has him squirming. "Be good," Rain says. "Go on and show me what it looks like. It's okay. You can get both of us soaked- don't you want to see?"

"Rain-"

"Drip for me?" Rain asks. His hand is relentless on Aeon's stomach, right above the waistband of the sweats. They're going to soak. They're going to cling and make Aeon look so exposed. "I'll suck you off after, I promised I would."

"Rain, hang on," Aeon tries, but Rain continues to knead and suddenly he goes very still. "Rain, oh, I can't stop it, hang on."

Rain hushes him, wraps his arms around his waist snugly and waits. The wriggling gives it away, all the effort to hold it even though he's meant to be letting it out. Still, a losing battle in the face of Rain's desire and insistent hands.

"I'm gonna piss," Aeon whispers, clutching at Rain's forearms. A nervous, disbelieving bark of a laugh before he shivers and goes silent and Rain holds him that much tighter.

"That's it," he murmurs, throbbing underneath him, desperately grinding. "Be good, c'mon, let it out."

[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.

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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

[dewsgremlin]

Phantom, sneaking into Rain's room, climbing on his bed and softly poking him in the cheek: Can i sleep in your bed?

Rain, sitting up half asleep and pulling Phantom under his blanket: what's wrong bug?

Phantom, snuggling closer: Aether told me that if I don't make my bed in the morning, a monster will sleep in it and when I go lay down to sleep, the monster still will be in there. And I forget to make my bed this morning, so I'm too scared now to go back in my own room...

Rain, yawning: ...It's just Dewdrop... He likes to sleep in messy beds...

Explanation: It's kind of a proverb to scare kids to make their beds. The original is if you don't make your bed in the morning, the devil will sleep in it and when you go to bed, he will still be in there. Luckily my parents didn't say that to me as Kid because I still don't make my bed every morning.

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