#rain's kinktober!

[kroas-adtam]

Kinktober 2024

Here it is my ghoulfriends! Now remember, you can chose one, both or none! Do one every day, one a week or just one! They’re great writing warmups in my experience, and don’t stress yourself out too much with them. Kinktober is supposed to be fun, so have the wildest, wettest fun this month, and tag me in it all!

if you have any questions, dont hesitate to ask!

List compiled with help by @forlorn-crows, @coffeeghoulie, @jimothybarnes, and others whom I can’t find buried in my inboxes!

Be sure to share over and over again so we can get all our depraved ghoulfriends to see this!

[erosmutt]

I'm going to eat you out so good for this bro 🙏

KINKTOBER REQUEST!

hear me out:

incest, boot worship, and rape (I forget the numbers oops) with Kurt Matheson.

the idea in my head was that you're his sister or daughter. because of his untreated issues and very sensitive mental state, you visit him often to check on him. you end up staying over one night, nd during that night, it became unsafe to go outside, so you're stuck with him until further notice.

he confides in you about how long it's been since he's had a woman around him, and you get weirded out and ask him to stop, which bums him out.

in the middle of the night, he comes onto you, babbling about how desperate he is and how pretty you are and how much he needs you. ofc, he's a vet and works out, so he's much stronger and can easily overpower you. you wake up out of your sleep screaming and crying, and he ends up raping you.

finally feeling some sort of control, he tells you to worship him - his body, his voice, his very being - and he starts with shoving you down onto your hands and knees, one booted foot heavy on your spine while you're forced to lick at his other boot, cleaning away the dirt and grime.

I KNOW I JUST WROTE THE WHOLE DAMN THING OUT, BUT IF ANYONE CAN WRITE THIS, IT'S YOU!

I’M POSTING THIS ONE EARLY BECAUSE I CANT KEEP IT TO MYSELF ANYMORE

I know I already told you in our messages how much I loved this but OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. YOUR BRAIN IS BEAUTIFUL BNUUY. Hands down my favorite request like EVER. I went with it being his daughter. Definitely more of a fic than a drabble. Oopsies.

TW: DDDNE!!! Rape and incest!!! Don’t like, don’t read.

One of the only times Kurt would make an exception to answering the door is when he knew you were expected. Every other week, like clockwork, you’d come with some groceries and necessities for your mentally unstable father.

“Hurry. Come in, come in.” His voice is gruff as he quickly ushers you in out of the storm before locking the door once you’re barely past the threshold.

You take a moment to look around his dimly lit space, discarded food cans litter the floor. You sigh as you set the bags of groceries down before stooping to try tidy clean some of it up. Kurt turns to come over to you, his eyes drifting to your ass as you do.

“You know, if you kept your space clean, it would probably help you a bit mentally.” You say with your back still to him. Honestly it probably wouldn’t do much to his fragile mental state but you still tried.

“You worry too much.” He says dismissively coming up beside you.

With a sigh, you straighten up and look at him, “Maybe you don’t worry enough.”

He huffs out a laugh, “You sound just like your mother. Trust me. I worry plenty.”

You shake your head but drop it instead, not wanting to argue. It was draining with him and you were always walking on egg shells. You opt for putting away the items you brought. “I’ll get these put away and then I’ll head out. I can’t stay long this time, sorry dad.”

He exhales and rubs a hand over his stubble. “Can’t give your old man a couple more minutes?”

“Sorry, not tonight. But I’ll be back next week with your med refills.”

He waves a hand at that, “Don’t. Theyre useless anyways.”

You stop and look up at him. “Are you implying you aren’t taking them anymore?”

Kurt looks away, shaking his head. “They don’t work anyways.”

“They can’t work if you don’t take them consistently. We’ve been over this.”

“Yeah you really sound like your mother now.”

You give him a look, unamused by him. “I only say that because I care.”

The lights flicker and both of you look over to the window seeing the storm has gotten significantly worse in the short amount time you’ve been here.

Your dad looks back to you again, “I don’t think I’m comfortable with you out in the weather like this.”

And that’s how you get roped into staying the night at your dad’s. You knew he worried. God he worried about everything. What led to your parents’ divorce was that exact reason. His PTSD got worse and worse until he was unable to leave the house for fear of the end of the world.

Both of you sit on the floor with a lantern between the two of you, barely giving off enough light. The sound of the storm outside drowns out the scraping of utensils in the cans you were eating from.

“How’s school been? I feel so out of the loop anymore.” Kurt speaks up, trying to make conversation.

You shrug lazily, “Alright I guess. You’d be in the loop more if you had a cellphone like a normal person.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I’ll ignore that comment,” He mumbles. His eyes move slowly over you again. He’d be lying if he didn’t think you were beautiful, the way your curves filled out more over time, the way your breasts seemed to nearly double in size over the last year. His chewing halts for a second as he feels a familiar twitch in his pants, one he hadn’t felt in so long. “You got a boyfriend?” He questions after a moment.

You stop and look up at him, shaking your head, “No.”

Slowly he nods his head. “You should. You’re beautiful.”

You shift a little where you sit, uncomfortable with the compliment. Sure it was normal for a dad to compliment his daughter but not your dad. “Um. Thanks.”

“I mean it. You’re looking more and more like your mom did in her prime.”

You look up at him again, “Uh..yeah I guess so.”

“Filling out like her too. Getting her curves.” He continues on. He probably should stop but it’s been so long and yeah it’s probably wrong but he’s so starved for pussy, he’ll take whatever he can. It’d be a waste of a perfect opportunity if he didn’t try.

“Dad?” You question with your eyebrows furrow together tightly.

He sighs and hangs his head. “Sorry. It’s just,” Kurt sighs once more and shifts a little closer to you placing a calloused hand on your leg. “It’s been so long since I’ve been with a woman and I-“

“Oh my god, dad. Gross! Stop it!” You shove his hand off of you and quickly put some distance back between you too.

Kurt’s hand clenches into a fist as he brings it back to his lap. “Right. Yeah. Sorry.” He tries to suppress the disappointment in his voice.

“I’m going to bed, I just..ugh.” You were unnerved to say the least. You get up off the floor, leaving the half eaten can of food on the ground.

“You-uh..you can take my cot.” He calls after you before he’s mentally beating himself up again. This was going to be a long night.

Kurt tosses and turns for what feels like hours on the floor, his cock so painfully hard. He sits up a little to look at you on his cot. You looked so peaceful while sleeping, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest with each breath. It was pure torture to have a woman so close but not being able to do anything about it. Any rational part of his brain was gone years ago so his conscience wasn’t telling him to stop as he got up off the floor, slowly making his way over to your sleeping form.

He reaches down and brushes some hair off your face, “So beautiful,” He murmurs, letting his hand move off your face, slowly tracing down your neck over the pulse point, then your collarbone before he’s allowing himself to squeeze your supple breast. He bites down on his lip to keep from making any noise noticing you weren’t wearing a bra to sleep. His cock throbs.

Kurt palms himself to try and cause any kind of relief this way as he continues to knead your breast, feeling the pebbled nipple poking his palm. He lets out a shuddered exhale. His eyes trail down further seeing the hem of your shirt bunched up a little. A peek wouldn’t hurt right? Not like you’d know. Slowly he inches the shirt up until he’s able to see at least one of your breasts. Leaning down slowly, he presses an open mouthed kiss to it.

You stir a little in your sleep but don’t wake up. He freezes for a second to make sure you stay asleep before he envelopes your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

“Fuck,” He murmurs, releasing it. Making a bolder choice, he lets his hand continue its decent to the waistband of your pants before he’s slipping it in, finding your cunt with his fingers. He draws in a shaky breath feeling how you were wet. “What’re you dreaming about babygirl?” He whispers into the dark.

Against anyone else’s better judgment, he eases your pants and panties down, revealing your core to him. He hesitates for a second looking at it, imagining how tight it would feel wrapped around his shaft.

“I’m so sorry baby. Just been so long..and..and it hurts. You know I love you. You’re my beautiful little girl. I know you’d forgive your dear old dad for this.” He rambles quietly before he’s easing onto the bed between your legs as he bends them. Quickly he fishes his leaking cock out, running it through your folds.

Time isn’t a luxury he has right now. As much as he’d love to savor this, he can’t so he pushes into you, keeping his eyes on your face to make sure you aren’t waking up. Slowly he starts to rock into you, biting back moans that threaten to spill out.

“Oh sweet girl..so good to me.” He pants out, rocking his hips into you faster as he chases his much needed release. The caution he had at first is quickly abandoned as his thrusts grow harsher.

You’re stirred from your slumber feeling something that you most definitely shouldn’t be. Hazily you try to make sense of what’s going on as you come to your senses. Quickly you put together that your father is on top of you fucking into you. “Wha-? S-stop! Stop!”

Kurt’s eyes fly open and land on your face seeing you’re now awake. “Shh..it’s okay baby. I know. I know. Just couldn’t help myself-“

You claw at him to try and get him off, shoving at him but he doesn’t budge. “Dad! Please stop!!” You cry.

“No. No. Just-..nghh..be good for your dad.” He grits out.

You continue to squirm and try to fight which only serves to irritate him. He can’t have that. The years of working out and military training served well and he’s able to easily over power you, pinning you down tightly against the cot. “I said, be good.” He continue to pound into your poor pussy, taking what he wants and not caring about your protests.

“Stop! Please!” You keep repeating the words through far tears that roll down your cheeks.

“Don’t cry baby. You’re helping out your dad.” It’s his attempt to console you. As if reminding you it was your father who was fucking you would somehow make it better.

Your protests soon die off, continuing to cry and sniffle under him.

“Good girl. Such a good girl.” He coos before he’s cumming into you. He leans down to press a wet kiss to your chest. “Now tell daddy thank you.”

Quickly you shake your head. The worst was over, so you assumed. You’d leave after he got off of you. “What? No. You’re sick. Sicker than I thought.” You sniffle.

Kurt leans back, a scowl on his face. “Ungrateful brat.” He spits the words out.

Your eyes widen. You’d upset him, that much was clear. You shake your head again, taking back what you said for the sake of not having him rape you again. “No. No wait. I’m sorry..I’m sorry I didn’t mean it.”

“Oh yeah? You’re sorry, hm?”

You nod your head. “Yeah. Yes, yes I’m sorry dad.” It made you sick to call him that now.

“Show me then. Worship me.”

You look up at him with wide eyes. “W-what?”

“I said, worship me. Make your dad happy.”

You don’t even know where to begin, how to lie that well. Kurt is unhappy with how long you take. Slipping out of you, he quickly yanks you up and shoves you onto your stomach on the floor before you can process what’s happening, his one booted foot shoved directly into the center of your back while the other one rested by your head on the floor.

“Lick it.” He instructs.

“What? Lick what?”

He huffs in frustration, “My boot. Lick it. Show your dad how much you love him.”

You start to protest despite your compromised position, but Kurt presses his boot more firmly into your back. “Lick. It.”

You shakily raise your head and stick your tongue out, giving a little kitten lick to the toe of it.

“More.” He encourages, adding more pressure. “Clean it with your damn tongue.”

You sniffle but oblige him, knowing you weren’t getting out of this without doing so. You run your tongue along the toe of his boot, moving to the front of it, dipping down to the sole of it.

“There we go. Much better.” He praises, “Now tell me you love me.”

You suck in a shaky breath, “I-love you dad.”

He hums happily, “Good. Now my voice.”

“I..love your voice.” You sniffle.

He releases a little of the pressure on your back, “My body.”

You fight the urge to recoil at the words he wants you to speak, “I-…I love your body.” You want to puke.

“Mm. There we go. You made your dad so happy, little girl.” He praises softly, “That wasn’t so bad, yeah?”

You shake your head for the sake of appeasing him, “N-no..it wasn’t.”

“Good,” He takes his boot off of your back but then places it down infront of your face. “Now lick this one.”

[noahl-art]

Ghostober - Day 1 : Cuckolding

Dewdrop and Rain put on a show for Mountain… but he cannot touch… 🥴💦 FULL VERSION HERE !

[skele-bunny]

Communal Dog. (CW) Rain/Mountain, Everyone/Everyone

CW - Pet Play, Free Use

Tags: Total Power Exchange, Free Use, Pet Play, Polyghouls, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Casual Nudity, Casual Sex, Exhibition

Characters: Mountain, Rain, Misc Ghouls

(Ghostober day #20 Total Power Exchange by @kroas-adtam ! Divider by @/wrathofrats , no beta, we die like men. My ghostober will be short fics!)

"Sit."

Mountain immediately sat down, looking up and tail wagging as Aether crouched down, eyeing over at Rain who's sat on the couch. "Is it alright to touch?"

Rain simply nodded, smiling wider as he watched Aether tilt Mountain's head up and press his cock head at his lips. Almost instantly, Mountain opened his mouth, taking Aether down to his base and bobbing himself along the quintessence's thick length.

His tongue laid flat, eyes closed and huffing as Aether held onto his horns to start rocking inside more. "Such a good dog... You trained him good, didn't ya, Rainy?"

The water ghoul simply purred, watching closely before turning as Phantom came into his view, tail wagging just as much.

"When Aether is done, can I use him?"

"But of course. Remember to be nice."

"I will!" Their tail wagged harder. "Promise I will!"

The younger quintessence skipped over, leaning against Aether's arm and watching Mountain suck his cock with no complaint. Aether intertwined his and Phantom's tails together, hand massaging the smaller quint's ass.

"Good boy, I'm almost there." Aether hummed, thumb wiping drool that went down his cheek. "So damn good. Gonna have to show your master how much I appreciate him sharing you."

A few heavy thrusts went forwards into Mountain before cum followed, the earth ghoul humming and swallowing what he was given. He nuzzled closer into Aether's pubes before being pulled back, panting and looking up. His eyes followed as Aether went to Rain, the two laughing softly as he went between Rain's legs and lifted his skirt.

Mountain's attention got redirected as his horn was lightly tugged, now looking at Phantom who carefully dragged him to the other couch, sitting and opening his legs. The earth sat still, panting and tilting his head, earning a confused whine from the newly summon.

His confusion was solved as a hand reached around and snapped, pointing at Phantom's wet cunt. "Mountain, eat."

The younger ghoul looked up quickly to smile at Sunshine, shivering as his attention went back to Mountain who nestled between his legs and sucking on their clit.

"T-thank you..." Phantom sighed, holding Mountain's horns and keeping him down.

The light ghoulette leaned down to kiss Phantom's cheek, flicking his tit with a chuckle. "You're welcome, baby bat. Gonna make him breed you after?"

Phantom was breathless, thighs shaking. "I... I can do that?"

"Mmhm," She reached over, now slowly massaging his chest. "Can ask him to do whatever you like. Rain is so sweet like that."

The ghoul in question let out a loud trill, drawing attention as Aether bottomed out in their hole, Cirrus and Swiss waiting patiently for their own turn—stroking their cocks at the sight. Phantom squealed again as Mountain's tongue went into his hole, lapping at his slick and nuzzling as close as he could.

Sunshine leaned over, kissing at Phantom's neck before snapping again. "Mountain, up."

The earth responded on command, pushing himself up and showing his hard length, twitching. Phantom brought his fingers down to spread himself, holding Mountain's tip and lining him up. Taking the hint, the pup sank in, shivering at the tightness and moaning as he continued pushing in.

Before he could start thrusting, however, his attention was drawn back as fingers touched his ass. Swiss only smiled, hooking his jaw over Mountain's shoulder, pushing him forwards some.

"Don't stop, Appal'," Swiss hummed, smiling as Phantom squealed at more of the bigger ghoul sliding in. "Just waiting my turn for ya.'"

With a few heavy humps, Mountain quickly found his pace, rumbling coming from his chest as he fucked into the tight heat below him. The common room quickly became loud with moans and grunts, wet slaps as others joined around, Mountain purring as Cumulus snuck up behind to scratch through his back fur. Across the other side, Rain sighed as Dew began to suck at his gills, Aether finally knotting in.

"So good to us, Rainbow." Aether sighed, tongue dragging over Rain's cheek. "So kind to share your dog."

[miasmaghoul]

Like the Tides

Kinktober Day 6: Quickie/Creampie

Rating: E

Pairing: Rain/Dew

Word Count: 1.1k

Contains: a moon-influenced rough quickie ft mean Rain, a one-sided orgasm, a buttplug and a creampie

Prompts by @kroas-adtam!

Rain prides himself on his sense of self control. Disciplined in all things and patient to a fault, there is very little that can rattle him. Able to keep a straight face through damn near anything, always elegant and composed - regal would not be an inaccurate way to describe Rain. 

Well, at least most of the time. 

Read the rest below!

Dew grunts as Rain shoves him up against the wall of the green room, shirts half-buttoned and suspenders hanging at their sides. Rain pins him there with a forearm to Dew's throat, oceanic eyes wide and dark. Despite the pressure, Dew smirks.

“What's gotten into you?” It comes out tight, strained, and every inch of Rain buzzes. He licks at dry lips, a move Dew hones in on immediately. “Thought we were waiting ‘til -”

Rain silences him with two fingers, shoves them into Dew's mouth hard enough to force a little gag of surprise. He's burning head to toe, has been since the moment the full moon crested the horizon some twenty minutes ago. He shoves a knee between the other ghoul's legs, presses his thigh right up against Dew's crotch until those amber eyes roll.

“Keep your mouth shut,” Rain orders, but the itch of need makes it come out wobbly. His fingers remain in Dew's mouth, the little ghoul laving at them with that hot tongue, and with a groan Rain releases his throat. Uses that hand to grope himself instead, already stiff and leaking into too-tight briefs. “You know what I need.”

And of course Dew does - he was a water ghoul not too long ago himself, after all. Hells, he's probably more used to tracking the moon's cycle than Rain is. Dew grins around his invading fingers, gives him a wink, and Rain can't help his growl. 

It's nothing for him to bully Dew over to the tattered couch, simple as anything to grip him by the chin and make him trip over his own feet along the way. Rain pulls spit-slick digits from that hot mouth, gives Dew a neat slap on the cheek when his smirk doesn't vanish, and they both shiver with the way he moans.

“Bend over.” 

Rain huffs, breathless, shaky fingers fighting with his pants button. For once in his life, Dew doesn't argue. Hooks his thumbs into his waistband without needing to be told, tugging them down as he leans over the arm of the sofa, and every inch of pale skin he reveals makes Rain's chest hurt. He hisses the moment he gets his zipper down, fishing his aching cock from the confines of his underwear just as Dew gets his own briefs past the nonexistent curve of his ass, and as he arches forward - 

“Fuck.” 

Rain's cock flexes as the base of the plug he'd worked into the little ghoul that morning peeks out from between his cheeks. Shiny silver decorated with a glittering glass gem the same shade as Rain's eyes, it glints in the fluorescent light when Dew wiggles his hips. His lovely, soft length rests against the arm of the couch, the pretty pink head just visible past his tight sack, and with a grunt Rain's dick spits a blurt of pre that lands on Dew's thigh.

“It's your color,” he manages to mumble, brain cells rapidly melting out his ears, and Dew purrs deep in his chest. Rain presses a quivering thumb to the plug, pushes it in just a little further, and the whorish noise the other ghoul lets out makes his balls hurt. The last of his waning patience dissolves when Dew looks back over his shoulder, eyes locked on the purple head of his straining cock, and Rain can't take it anymore.

The plug, hot to the touch and so slick, slips from Dew's hole with little more than a firm tug. Rain at least has the presence of mind to hand it to the other ghoul instead of dropping it to the filthy carpet below, but his eyes never leave Dew's twitching entrance. Pink and wet with lube and slick, it's just begging to be filled up proper. Rain isn't about to deny it.

He's too lost in the moon's influence to care, but the noise Rain makes when he slips into Dew's hot little body is one of unadulterated, feral desire. Not that Dew’s being quiet either - they're lucky this room has a thick door, or security would already be breaking it down. Rain's nails dig into Dew's hips as he sinks deeper and deeper, a bruising grip that will leave at least half a dozen little bruises behind, but it doesn't matter. All that does is the way Dew's hole swallows him up, inch after inch until their hips meet and they're both panting. Rain's out of his mind, hunched and trembling, and the only warning Dew gets is a rasping snarl before -

“Fuck!” 

The little ghoul's eyes slam shut, mouth dropping open as Rain starts up a rhythm of deep, driving thrusts that shake the sofa. It's urgent, desperate, animalistic in a way that has Dew drooling into the cushions in a handful of moments. The sound of skin on skin echoes off the walls around them, loud and lewd but somehow still like waves meeting the shore. Rain's lost in it, glassy-eyed and grunting like he's in pain every time his balls slap against Dew's. Tongue lolling out of his mouth as he orders Dew to take it, take it, take it - 

“R-Rain…oh fuck, Rain -”

Dew makes a wonderful gurgling sound, and Rain folds. Wraps both arms around the other ghoul's waist, melts into his back and sinks blunt teeth into the back of his neck. He lasts through another handful of those beautifully brutal thrusts, and as he blows his load all over Dew's quivering insides it's anyone's guess as to which of them is louder.

Slowly but surely, the moon's fog clears. Rain falls back into his own body bit by bit, all aching lungs and twitching muscles, and a hysterical sort of giggle escapes his tight throat.

“Better?” Dew sounds so slurred, voice thick, and Rain winces just a touch when he clamps down around his softening cock. Rain hums, peppering little kisses over the bite mark marring Dew's skin. 

“Better.” Oh he sounds rough. Rain is infinitely grateful that he doesn't have to sing, or he'd really be in trouble. He gives Dew a squeeze before pushing himself up. “You okay?” 

“Peachy,” Dew answers, holding up a shaky thumb. Rain snorts as he rubs the other ghoul's back with a sweaty palm, pausing only when Dew holds up his other hand. The one still holding that fat, shiny plug. “Now make me hold it,” he murmurs, looking back over his shoulder just as Rain slips from the burning clutch of his body. “I wanna be extra wet for you tonight.” 

This time, it's not just the moon that makes his mind fuzzy.

[forlorn-crows]

𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 18: 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈

pairing(s): rain/aeon words: 1,447

notes: T4T, aka, tentacle for tentacle. transmasc rain and transmasc aeon. aeon's tentacle is in place of a cock, rain has a cock and a tentacle. folds/cunt for both.

“It’s so cute, bug,” Rain coos. “Can I watch you play with it a little?”

Rain smiles lazily at Aeon, tilting his head to the side as he looks at the little appendage between his legs. To call it a tentacle is, perhaps, generous, as short and stubby as it is. Not much longer than a thumb. But it is a tentacle—naturally slick and shiny, it usually sits nestled between Aeon’s folds much like how Rain’s cock sits when it isn’t hard. Just a slight bump resting over his sex, not too much more. 

The more aroused Aeon gets, though, the plumper it gets. Getting harder and harder until it springs up towards his belly and the suckers are revealed along the curved underside, along with the tiny slit at its base from which it secretes its slick. 

That’s how Rain sees it now, twitching slightly at his appraising words. Like a little inchworm, it scrunches up and extends back out, demanding attention. Aeon’s quick to give in to it, and Rain’s encouragement, dragging a hand down his torso until his fingers frame the length. He dips the pad of his index finger into the line of slick seeping from the underside and gasps when he spreads it along the underside. 

“Ugh, it’s,” he gasps again, gripping the tentacle with two fingers, “it’s really sensitive.”

Rain hums, reaching down to press at his own slit. “Looks like it,” he agrees. “And bossy.”

Aeon snorts at the comment but doesn’t deny its validity. Instead, he shuffles his legs—one tucked underneath Rain’s and the other draped over his opposite—so that their sexes sit close enough for the other to touch. If they wanted. But Aeon keeps his hand firmly on his own tentacle-slash-cock, stroking along the suckers. The little thing twitches and thickens, flushed an almost imperceptible purple underneath its dark dark gray. Aeon’s cunt is the same, dusky folds that swell with his uninhibited, growing arousal.

“Does it like to tease you?” Rain asks, hooking two fingers underneath the bump of his own emerging tentacle. “Wriggle around until you give it attention?”

“Mn. Sometimes.” He flicks his finger down off the tip, and Rain watches it spring back up. Arched and already aching, from the looks of it. “It likes to—” Aeon presses it back between his lips and makes it wiggle back and forth. His leg twitches under Rain’s. “Likes to do that.”

“Ever wake up to it? Getting you off?”

Aeon flushes, coughing out an unconvincing laugh. “Uh. Once or twice.” He gives it a squeeze. 

Rain smiles. “Minds of their own, sometimes.” His own tentacle throbs under his fingers. “Belial, it’s even better than a wet dream, though.” 

Aeon whines in the back of his throat, eyes falling to where Rain’s fingers disappear between his folds. “Wanna see yours, too,” he breathes. 

“Almost there,” Rain sighs. “Got to . . . there, yeah.” The water ghoul tosses his head back as he crooks his fingers further, releasing a line of slick onto the bed. With the release of fluid, the tip of his own tentacle emerges. Curious, she. Snaking into the palm of his hand and seeming to yawn and stretch. 

“Oh,” Aeon says dumbly. “Pretty.” 

Rain sighs and cups her. Lets her ease her way out until her fat base snuggles into his palm. He watches the quint ghoul’s eyes go wide, clearly in awe of her size. Easily four times that of his own. Rain groans as she curls over his hand, placing little kisses of suction over his fingers, his knuckles. 

“Got someone new to show you,” he says softly, twirling around the end. “You want to play with Aeon, little one?”

“So big,” Aeon mutters. Idly, he squeezes at the base of his tentacle, watching as Rain’s gets closer. Worming through the (lack of) space between them to reach out tentatively. She pauses curiously, stopping short. Aeon’s fingers blocking her path. 

Rain brushes his hand away gently. “There you go. Let her touch.”

The quint ghoul makes a strained noise, arm falling limp at his side. “Her?”

Rain nods with an affirmative mm-hm, but doesn’t elaborate. Instead, he leans back on to his hands and cants his hips further forward, nudging her the last few centimeters. Aeon’s tentacle jumps at her touch, going rigid and stock-still. At first, it makes no move to reciprocate the introduction; it’s tense as the tip of Rain’s tentacle pokes and prods at it. Agitated, almost. But there’s a slight tremor throughout the length of it that gives away its excitement. Visibly vibrating in anticipation as the other feels around. 

“Aw. Sweet,” Rain coos. “Poor thing doesn’t know what to do.”

That makes his face burn, flushing dark indigo. “I . . . it . . .” Aeon stumbles over his words, a rare thing. “She’s cold.” He tilts his pelvis as if willing his sex to do something other than freeze. “Never felt another one before,” he admits.

“No? Haven’t seen Dew’s little trick?” Aeon’s eyes go wide, brow furrowing and mouth dropping open. Rain laughs, not unkindly. “I’m just kidding,” he assures, rolling his hips as his tentacle briefly wraps herself around Aeon’s. “He doesn’t have one anymore. But if you like this, I have someone else I could introduce you to,” he says mischievously. 

The quint ghoul doesn’t have time to question who that is, because his tentacle decides in that moment to finally react, folding itself over her backside and latching on with its suckers.

“Fuck.” 

“That’s it,” Rain sighs. “Play nice, though, little one.” 

In true extension-of-Aeon fashion, it certainly does not ‘play nice’. It sucks hard at her skin, separating with a wet pop! Then it scrunches, burrowing its way to her suckered side and sliding along. Rain watches slick pour from the slit on the underside, sliding along his own tentacle then dripping onto the bed. 

“Eager, hm?” Rain lilts. 

“Yeah,” Aeon stupidly chokes out. “Feels good. Weird. Good but weird.” 

The wider part of Rain’s tentacle jumps, seemingly being bullied into movement by the other. Its motion is hardly sophisticated, settling for prodding—punching even—to get her where it wants. Aeon’s oblivious to his own body’s lack of manners, tossing his head back and groaning loudly.

But Rain’s tentacle? Well, she’s over it.

She unspools from around the little thing and recoils, almost regarding it with disdain, judgment. Distaste for the mistreatment of her form. It sits in front of her, still scrunching and pestering above Aeon’s folds, now shiny with slick from the slit under his tentacle. If his tentacle had eyes, Rain knows that’s exactly what she’d be looking at. It’s what he’s looking at. He knows she’s felt it, anyhow, because she directs her attention right towards Aeon’s entrance. Pointing her tip towards the place where Aeon’s twitching the second most. 

“Does . . . does she . . ?” Aeon pants, mourning the loss of her touch. He catches on milliseconds too late, cocking his head at the exact moment she plunges herself straight into his cunt. 

“Oh, good girl . . !”

“Fucking shit—”

Rain barks a disbelieving laugh, scooting until they’re as close as possible. “Just—shit, just let her,” he groans. Aeon’s tentacle nudges against the little swollen head of his dick and he yips.

“She’s—” Aeon grunts, hips twitching. “She’s big, Rain, oh fuck.” She’s big, sure, but she’s agile, swiftly curling tight into the deepest place she can get and filling it out as Rain groans about how perfect and warm his cunt is around her. “Oh my fuck.”

Both ghouls watch as Aeon’s tentacle flops around, searching for something to latch onto. To rub. To suck. It bumps against Rain’s dick again and he can’t help but shudder, arching into its touch as encouragement.

“Come on, little one, almost,” he urges. Aeon makes no move to help. Just stares at it dumbly as it licks at Rain like an animal taking a cautious taste of foreign food. Watching with his neck limp and mouth hanging open, soft moans falling out of it. 

“This is . . . this . . .” Aeon shakes his head and blinks hard. Visibly attempting a factory reset on his brain. 

Rain reaches down and helps his little appendage out, stretching it out to cover the length of his cock and massaging it until it suctions on. And when it does, their resulting moans vibrate all the way down to their tangled legs and tangled cocks. 

“Rain, I—” The water ghoul’s tentacle undulates inside, cutting off his speech with a strangled moan. “Do . . . do we just—”

“Let them,” Rain keens. He presses back on to his hands and lets his head dangle back, rolling his hips with a low, luxurious groan. Wetness squelches between them. “Let ‘em play, bug.”

[everybodyshusband]

kinktober ; day two, jerking off instructions ❤︎ mist/rain

contains: rain's personified tentacle (she's a she), new summon rain, mist showing rain the wonders of sentient genitalia

approx. 1140 words. ghostober list compiled by @kroas-adtam !!

Mist’s breath is hot against Rain’s ear, her hand cool where she’s positioned it over his, guiding his fingers as they ghost over the length of his tentacle. They’d spent so long trying to coax it out of its sheath together that they’d both laughed in disbelief when they finally managed it.

“She’s shy,” Mist murmurs. “Bit like you, tadpole…”

“‘M not shy,” Rain protests, breath hitching as Mist guides his hand to wrap around his tentacle. He also didn’t miss the way she referred to his tentacle as a she. He thinks he likes it. “Just… quiet.”

Mist hums in agreement. “Always the quiet ones,” she says quietly, almost to herself. Rain’s not entirely sure what she means by that, but he can hear the smirk in her voice as she speaks. He gasps as the water ghoulette curls their fingers tighter over his tentacle, moaning softly as he tilts his head down to watch as the tip wriggles and squirms under their touch.

“F– fuck…”

“Nice, right?” She leans forward just enough to attach her lips to his neck, kissing gently over the gills fluttering there and moving slowly down the length of it.

Rain nods quickly. “Uh huh. It’s… different?”

He feels her grin against the bare skin of his shoulder. “Not a bad different, I hope.”

“No!” Rain is quick to defend himself. “It’s good. Really good. Promise.”

The water ghoulette throws her head back and laughs, jerking their conjoined hands tighter around Rain’s tentacle and pulling a soft moan out of him. “You’re not in trouble, little siren, it’s alright.”

Rain huffs a sigh of relief.

“Although,” Mist starts up again. “I do think it’s time you learnt to handle her on your own.”

“I– What?” That’s new. He can’t tell whether Mist is personifying his tentacle for an actual reason or whether she’s just trying to rile him up. Whatever the reason, he kind of likes it.

Mist takes her hand off of Rain’s, rubbing his arm comfortingly with her now-free hand. “You can do it, tadpole. I’ll guide you, tell you what to do. I Promise.”

Rain breathes in shakily and nods,  flexing his now lone hand over that unfamiliar part of himself. It’s silly to be nervous, he knows. It’s not like he’s never jerked off or fucked anyone before, it’s just that this and all its weird anatomy is an entirely new concept to him. He hadn’t even known he could do this until Mist had cornered him this morning, promising to show him a good time if he’d let her. He can’t deny that he’s having a good time—he’s loving all of this—it’s just different. She is just different.

Right now, she is wriggling in his grasp, writhing in strange, almost hypnotising patterns as she chases her own pleasure. Maybe this is why Mist calls her her own separate entity, it really does feel as if she’s got a mind of her own, focussed on her own whims with no regard for how her actions make Rain feel. Luckily, every movement of hers sends shudders through him, as if every sensation is magnified now he’s no longer in control.

“She likes you,” Mist breathes, making Rain startle. He’d half forgotten she was here, sitting behind him.

He laughs breathlessly, chuckles hitching on gasps as he sets nerves alight all throughout himself. “I’d hope so, she’s a part of me.”

“Mmm,” Mist agrees. “But better to have her like you than hate you.” She coos down at the tentacle, reaching down to run a finger along its length. Rain gasps as his hips buck up into her touch involuntarily. “She wants to see you cum, tadpole… You gonna give her what she wants?”

Rain nods helplessly. “Uh huh, wanna help her. Wanna cum,” he mumbles, squeezing his eyes shut as his tentacle rubs herself more erratically against his hand. Somehow he knows that she’s urging him to squeeze tighter, to move his hand over her. “Oh fuck,” he whines as he does exactly that, rhythmically squeezing his hand around her as he slides it up and down.

Now that he’s moving his hand, he realises that she’s self-lubricating and he cracks an eyelid to glance down at her length, now shining with slick. At that sight alone, his hand speeds up, pressure building low down in his gut as he does so. It’s a bizarre sensation, as if he’s jerking off someone else but feeling it in his own body. Briefly, he wonders whether this is what Aether and Aeon brag about being able to do, but that thought—and indeed all others—is wrenched from his mind as his tentacle goes ramrod stiff in his hand.

“Mist, I–”

“Keep going, Rain,” she murmurs against the shell of his ear. “It means she’s close.”

He nods, letting his hand fly as fast as it can over… her? Himself? Whatever. Vaguely he notices his arm is cramping but he doesn’t care, how could he, when he’s feeling everything else with such wonderful intensity? “Mist I think I– I think she’s gonna–”

“Fuck, that’s it tadpole.” She runs gentle fingers over the gills on his ribs as he speaks, sending shockwaves straight to his cunt and straight to her. “Make her cum for me.”

And really, that’s all it takes. At Mist’s murmured demand, Rain’s hand speeds its movements, droplets of slick practically flying off of his tentacle as he works her over the edge. His legs jerk as his muscles spasm, everything except pleasure gone from his mind as he makes both himself and the tentacle cum. She paints his belly in streaks of inky blue fluid as he cries out desperately and squeezes his eyes shut yet again against the onslaught of pleasure he’s experiencing. It’s like a dual orgasm, as if the both of them are separate entities rather than the one singular organism, and Rain truly does not know how to handle it.

He slumps back against Mist as he comes down from what might have been the best orgasm of his entire life, both Topside and in the Pit.

The water ghoulette’s chest rumbles as she laughs softly, bringing a hand to his head to stroke his hair gently. “You have fun, tadpole?”

“Mhmm,” he mumbles, too fucked out for real words just yet. She hums. “Good.” Her hands scratching against his scalp feel so nice, he could honestly fall asleep right here. As comfortable as he is though, there’s something pressing against the small of his back, something wriggling, and– oh. “I hope you can recover from this quickly, Rainy,” because if you thought she was good for you now…” He can hear the grin reflected in her words. “Fuck, just wait until you see what it can feel like when she has the chance to play with a friend…”

[her-satanic-wiles]

Kinktober Day 3 - Fuck or Die

Rain x Reader

You and Rain sneak into the Ministry’s archives for a precious artifact and come out with a lot more than you’d both bargained for.

Masterlist ⛧ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Words: 4.3k.

Reading Time: 17 min.

Warnings: cunnilingus, fuck or die, masturbation, mild worship, PIV sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), vaginal sex,

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🔞 MDNI 🔞

The dark corridors of the Ministry’s archives stretched out endlessly before you, bathed in shadows that seemed to shift and writhe under the flicker of the single torch Rain carried. Your heart pounded in your chest, a steady drumbeat that mirrored the soft thud of your footsteps against the cold stone floor. You shouldn’t be here. No one should. Yet, here you were, sneaking into the deepest vaults of the Ministry with Rain at your side. And there was no one on guard where they were supposed to be, either, allowing the two of you to just walk right in.

“This is madness,” you whispered, glancing nervously over your shoulder. Rain, as always, was a picture of calm, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes glinted with excitement, the thrill of the forbidden adventure spurring him on.

“It’s fun,” he countered in that low, silken voice of his, the one that always made you doubt your better judgement. “We’re close now.”

He was right, of course. The door ahead was unmistakable – solid, ancient, covered in runes that glowed faintly in the darkness. You swallowed hard. Behind that door lay the forbidden artifact: the apple said to have been bitten by Eve herself. It was said that one touch would give you all the knowledge you’d need. Rain had spoken of it for months now, and despite every rational voice in your head, you’d agreed to come. Just for a look, you’d promised yourself.

Rain pushed the door open, and the air that escaped was cold, thick with dust and the weight of centuries-old secrets. The room was small, dimly lit by the strange glow of the apple that sat on a pedestal in the centre. It was smaller than you imagined, but no less foreboding. Dark red, its skin marred by a single, jagged bite mark.

“There it is.” Rain stepped closer, his voice almost reverent.

“Don’t touch it,” you warned, though your own feet carried you forward in spite of the unease settling in your gut. But Rain didn’t listen. He never did. His fingers stretched out, lifting the glass case off of the plinth and brushing the surface of the apple before you could stop him.

The moment his skin made contact, the temperature in the room plummeted. The glow around the apple pulsed, once, twice, and then it spread—dark tendrils of power, wrapping themselves around Rain’s arm, spiraling upwards until they coiled around his throat. You took a step back, panic seizing you as you watched his eyes widen, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.

“Rain!” You rushed forward, grabbing his arm, trying to pull him back, but it was too late. The dark energy lashed out, snapping around you like a whip, locking you both in place. Pain seared through your body, a burning, twisting sensation that made you cry out. You felt it then—the curse settling into your bones, into your blood.

The power released you both as suddenly as it had taken hold. You stumbled back, your chest heaving as you tried to make sense of what had just happened. Rain stood frozen, his hand still hovering near the apple, his eyes locked on yours.

“What… what was that?” Your voice trembled.

Rain blinked, his hand dropping to his side. “A curse.” His tone was grim, all the earlier excitement gone. The look on his face told you that his research had told him that this could happen - and yet, he still went ahead with it.

You stared at him, the weight of the word sinking in. “What kind of curse?”

His jaw tightened. “The kind that binds.”

Your stomach churned as the meaning of his words became clear. You could feel it too—something pulling at you, something deep and ancient, forcing your very essence towards Rain. It wasn’t just magic. It was primal, dark, a need that flared in your chest the longer you stood there.

“We need to figure out how to break it,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.

Rain nodded, his gaze flicking to the apple and then back to you. “There’s only one way.” He paused, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “The curse is… one of desire. We have to give in to it.”

The implications hit you like a sledgehammer. “You mean…?”

He gave a small, humourless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. That.”

Your breath hitched. “But—”

“I know,” Rain interrupted, stepping closer. “Trust me, I know.”

The tension between you crackled like a live wire, the curse thrumming beneath your skin, urging you closer, demanding to be sated. Rain was close enough now that you could feel the heat of his body, and the curse inside you pushed and pulled, an invisible force tethering the two of you together.

You hated how right he was.

The air between you and Rain felt suffocating, thick with the weight of the curse’s unspoken demand. Your heart raced as the realisation settled deep in your chest. It wasn’t just about desire; it was about survival. The pull was relentless, a magnetic force that drew you closer, like an invisible thread binding your fates together.

Rain’s eyes were locked onto yours, his usually sharp and confident demeanour replaced by something more uncertain, though no less intense. He took a breath, and the sound of it, soft but ragged, seemed to fill the silence between you.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” His voice was low, barely more than a murmur.

You nodded, unable to find the words. It wasn’t just a feeling—it was a need, clawing at your insides, urging you to close the distance, to do whatever it took to break free from the curse’s grip. But your mind rebelled against the very idea, against what it meant.

“How sure are you about this?” you asked, your voice shaky despite the effort to stay composed.

Rain swallowed hard, his gaze flickering down to the space between you before meeting your eyes again. “The apple… it’s not just a symbol. It’s power. And it’s… testing us. I can feel it. The pull only gets stronger the more we resist.”

You could feel it too. The way your body betrayed you, how every inch of space between you felt like a chasm that needed to be closed. It wasn’t just lust—it was raw, overpowering, something primal you couldn’t explain. Your skin tingled, your breath shallow, as if your very soul was being drawn out, tangled with his.

“We have to,” Rain continued, though his voice wavered slightly. “I’ve read about curses like this. They don’t stop until the demand is met.”

A shiver ran down your spine. His words hung in the air, undeniable. You wanted to believe there was another way, a solution hidden in one of the Ministry’s thousands of ancient texts. But even now, the curse gnawed at your willpower, making it harder to think straight, to focus on anything other than the growing need coursing through you.

Rain reached out, his fingers brushing your arm. The contact sent a shockwave through your system, and you gasped. It wasn’t just physical—it was the curse, feeding on that touch, pulling you both deeper into its web.

“I didn’t want it to happen like this,” Rain said, softer now, his face close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin. “But if we don’t… it’ll consume us.”

Your mind raced, battling between reason and the growing pressure inside you. There had to be another way, you thought. There had to be. But as Rain’s hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you gently toward him, the curse flared, blurring the lines between fear and desire.

Your lips were inches apart, the tension electric, and every part of you screamed to move forward, to close the gap and let the curse take its course. But your conscience lingered, barely holding on.

“Are you sure?” you whispered, your voice trembling.

Rain’s eyes softened, just for a moment, his breath warm against your skin. “I don’t see another choice.”

And then, before you could second-guess yourself again, he kissed you.

It was soft at first, tentative, as if he too was fighting the curse’s pull. But as soon as your lips met, the floodgates opened. The curse surged through you both, intensifying the kiss, making it deeper, more desperate. Your body responded immediately, as if the very act was siphoning off the dark magic that bound you.

Rain’s hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies pressed against each other. You could feel the raw energy, coursing between you, the curse feeding on every touch, every breath shared between you.

But it wasn’t enough.

The curse wasn’t satisfied with mere contact—it wanted everything. And as Rain’s hands roamed your body, and yours found their way to his, you realised that it wouldn’t stop until you’d given in completely.

His lips moved to your neck, his breath hot against your skin, and you arched into him, feeling the growing pressure of the curse wrapping tighter around you both. It was like a fire, burning hotter and hotter, and the only way to quench it was to keep going, to let the need consume you whole.

He kissed down your clothed breasts, laving licks over your nipples which were poking through the fabric of your habit, before moving further down, dropping slowly down to his knees. His hands lifted the hem of your uniform, pulling the garment up to expose your crotch to him, wet panties on full display, dampening the longer you were the point of study for his hungry eyes.

He moved his head forward, pressing his nose into your mound. You felt his tongue escape his mouth and lick over your wetness, dampened by the feeling of your panties in between your bundle of nerves and his tongue. You gasped, letting your hips buck forward in response. Your hands moved to the top of his helmet and clutched on. “Rain!” you whispered, too overwhelmed already to speak louder.

“You taste so fucking good, ___,” he told you, his own voice barely above a whisper.

With his left hand, he moved your panties to the side, exposing you fully to his eager mouth. The cool air brushed against your skin, heightening every sensation as he took his time exploring you. He traced the outline of your most sensitive spots with his tongue, teasing and tasting, igniting flames of pleasure that coursed through your body.

“Please, don’t stop,” you urged, the words spilling from your lips like a desperate prayer, head falling back and eyes fluttering closed, allowing you to give yourself completely over to the pleasure. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as he pushed closer, his face buried in your softness, completely absorbed in giving you pleasure.

His fingers joined the dance, deftly teasing and stroking, as he alternated between kissing and licking, driving you to the edge with every movement. You could feel the pressure building inside you, an overwhelming wave threatening to crash over you. You could hear your own breaths coming in gasps, punctuated by the soft sounds of his mouth working against you.

He paused for just a moment, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to hear you,” he murmured, the words sending shivers down your spine. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels ah-amazing, Rain,” you confessed. “I can’t… I need m-more. Please, don’t stop. You’re driving me w-wild.”

Rain encircled his mouth over your clit and began to suck, gently at first as not to hurt you, but the desire took over and he got a little rougher with his ministrations, causing much louder moans to fall from your lips and echo around the chamber. With each suck, you could feel the oppressive weight of the curse begin to lift, freeing your limbs and soul to enjoy this moment.

“Oh, fuck! Just l-like that, Rain!”

With your encouragement, Rain deepened his focus, his tongue swirling around you, working in tandem with his rhythmic suction. Each pull drew you closer to the edge, a delicious tension building inside you. You could feel every flick, every kiss igniting new waves of pleasure that crashed over you like a tide.

His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as you squirmed beneath him, instinctively seeking more of that exquisite friction. The heat radiating from his body wrapped around you like a cocoon, making it impossible to think of anything but the way he was worshipping you.

“Rain, please,” you whimpered, unable to contain the desperation in your voice. “I’m so close… don’t st-stop!”

In response, he redoubled his efforts, his mouth moving faster, his teeth grazing lightly against your sensitive flesh. You could feel the pressure within you coiling tighter, an almost unbearable need building toward release.

“Let go for me,” he urged, his voice low and sultry, the vibrations sending shivers through your body. “I want to feel you come.”

The heat in your core swelled, and with a final cry of his name, you surrendered to the sensation, your body exploding with pleasure as waves of ecstasy washed over you, pulling you into a blissful abyss. You moaned so loudly for him as you came, clutching onto his helmet as tightly as possible to stop your legs from giving out. Your knees were so weak.

Rain stayed down there for a while, licking up your juices and letting your orgasm subside before he pulled away gently, trying not to shock you. That activity certainly helped the curse, but you’d need to do more to break it entirely.

He stood and captured your lips into another kiss, this time, you could taste yourself on him.

As he pulled away from the kiss, your breath mingled in the air, a delicious reminder of the intimacy you’d just shared. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the lingering effects of his touch still sending shivers down your spine. Your heart raced, a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability flooding your senses.

“Are you okay?” Rain asked, his voice low and filled with concern, as he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. The intensity in his gaze held you captive, making you feel cherished and desired in a way that sent warmth coursing through your veins.

“I… I think so,” you replied, still catching your breath. “That was incredible. But the curse—what do we do now?”

He paused, a flicker of determination igniting in his eyes. “We have to find a way to break it for good. That was just the first step. There’s something more we need to do, something that’ll truly release us from its grip.”

Your heart raced at the thought of what that might entail, the weight of the curse still hanging over you. “What do you have in mind?”

He turned his head to look at the plinth and spoke, “Bend over it.”

You raised your eyebrows, but obliged, pulling your panties down and letting them pool at your ankles before leaning on the white marble, spreading your legs and arching your back enough to be level to Rain’s crotch.

“I wanna fuck you over this fucking thing,” he muttered, his voice gravelly and pissed, so far removed from the Rain you knew. You heard his jeans unzip and the shuffle of clothes as he pulled himself out. “It wanted to be a part of this, so let’s give it what it wants, hm?”

You felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervous anticipation at his words. The way he spoke, raw and commanding, sent shivers of desire coursing through you. You glanced back at him, searching his eyes for reassurance as he positioned himself behind you.

“Just breathe,” he murmured, a softer note breaking through the gravel in his voice. “Trust me.”

With that, he pressed forward, the head of his shaft teasingly rubbing against your slickness, the heat radiating from him palpable. You gasped, your body instinctively arching back further, craving the pressure of him filling you completely.

“Rain,” you breathed, a mixture of need and desperation coloring your tone. “Please…”

He chuckled darkly, the sound echoing in the chamber. “You’re so eager. Just remember, this is what you wanted.” With a firm grip on your hips, he pushed forward, entering you slowly at first, filling you with delicious tension.

Your body welcomed him, a mix of pleasure and slight pain igniting a fire within you. You pushed back against him, urging him deeper, the marble plinth cool against your flushed skin. “More,” you gasped, the word a plea and a command all at once. “Rain, more!”

He obliged, thrusting into you with more force, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air alongside your moans. “That’s it,” he growled, the primal sound sending you spiraling into a dizzying world of pleasure. “Feel how good this is. Let it consume you.”

With each thrust, you felt the oppressive weight of the curse lifting further, the bond between you both growing stronger. You gripped the edge of the plinth, your knuckles whitening, your body moving in rhythm with his, lost in the shared ecstasy.

He watched as your cheeks ricocheted off his body, bouncing with each thrust, the sight igniting a primal hunger within him. He tightened his grip on your hips, each thrust deeper than the last, his breath coming in heavy pants. The marble beneath you felt cold, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your bodies as you moved together.

“Satan below, you feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with awe. “I could get lost in you.”

You moaned in response, the sound a mixture of pleasure and encouragement, driving him to increase the pace. Your body responded instinctively, meeting him thrust for thrust, each collision sending jolts of ecstasy rippling through you.

“Don’t h-hold back,” you urged, your voice breathless. “I want a-all of you. Fuck! I… want to feel you.”

With that, he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper, pushing you closer to the edge with each stroke. Your skin began to glisten with a sheen of sweat, the air thick with the scent of your desire. You could feel the heat coiling in your core, ready to burst, but you fought to hold onto the feeling, wanting to savor every moment.

You propped yourself up on the plinth with one of your arms, and reached down to play with your clit, making you moan out and tighten around his cock. He groaned.

“Tight,” he said - it was the only thing he could say. His own pleasure was beginning to overwhelm him just like it had you.

“Rain, it’s so g-good,” you gasped, your words barely coherent as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. “I’m so fu-ah! Fucking close… just like th-this.”

He responded by leaning over you, his chest pressing against your back, the weight of his body grounding you even as he took you higher. “I want you to come for me,” he whispered, his hot breath sending another wave of shivers through you. “Let go when you’re ready. I’ll be right here.”

The intensity of his voice combined with the rhythm of his thrusts pushed you closer to the edge. You felt your body tightening around him, your heart racing as you neared your peak. “I’m almost there, Rain!” you cried out, your voice raw with desperation.

He quickened his movements, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the chamber, amplifying the urgency of the moment. “Come for me. I need to feel you,” he urged, his words a catalyst that sent you spiraling over the edge.

Your body tensed, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cried out his name, your senses exploding in a cacophony of ecstasy. Rain didn’t relent, continuing to thrust into you as your orgasm washed over, prolonging your pleasure as you both lost yourselves in the moment.

As the waves of your orgasm began to subside, Rain’s thrusts grew more erratic, driven by the need to reach his own climax. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he gripped your hips tighter, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Damn, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “I’m so close, but I want to feel you again before I let go. Can you hold on for me?”

You nodded, the warmth of your body still pulsing with aftershocks, but the urgency of the moment pulled you back into the depths of pleasure. “I can… I want you to come, Rain. We need to break this curse together.”

With renewed determination, you pushed back against him, wanting to help him find his release. Each thrust became a symphony of desire, your bodies moving in perfect harmony, every stroke bringing him closer to the edge.

“I can’t believe how good this feels,” he gasped, his words mingling with the sounds of your bodies meeting. “You’re incredible.”

His words fueled your desire, and you leaned back slightly to look over your shoulder at him, catching a glimpse of his expression—a mix of lust and desperation. “Let go, Rain. We can’t waste this. I need you to let it happen.”

With that, you shifted your hips, tightening your muscles around him, coaxing him closer to his release. “I want to feel you fill me. I want this curse gone.”

He let out a low growl, his pace quickening again as he fought to hold onto his control. “I’m so close… I can feel it. Just a little more.”

You could see the sweat glistening on his skin, the way his muscles strained with effort, and it drove you wild. “Then let go for me. We’re in this together,” you urged, your own need rising again as the tension between you thickened.

He thrust deeper, harder, each movement bringing him closer. You could feel him reaching the brink, the air around you electric with anticipation. “I’m gonna—” he choked out, his voice strained.

“Together,” you whispered, the word a promise that echoed in the charged atmosphere.

With one final, powerful thrust, Rain found his release, his body tensing as he filled you completely, a deep, primal groan escaping his lips.

As Rain’s release flooded you, a shockwave of energy surged through your bodies, electrifying every nerve ending. It felt as though the very air around you crackled with power, a force both overwhelming and liberating. The curse, which had weighed heavily on your hearts, began to dissolve, unraveling in a brilliant cascade of light that filled the chamber.

You gasped as the warmth of his essence mingled with the remnants of the curse, transforming the oppressive energy into something bright and euphoric. It felt like a long-held breath finally escaping your lungs, an unshackling of your souls from the binds that had tethered you in torment. The moment was dizzying, an explosion of colors behind your closed eyelids as the darkness of the curse shattered like fragile glass.

With every pulse of his body, you felt the curse disintegrating, the shadows that had clung to you both evaporating into nothingness. A profound sense of relief washed over you, accompanied by a sweetness that lingered in the air. You could feel the weight lifting from your chest, as if the chains that had bound your hearts were finally broken.

Your connection with Rain intensified, a bond forged anew in the aftermath. You felt a warmth spreading through your limbs, a soothing balm that replaced the ache of the curse. It was as if the world around you had transformed, each heartbeat echoing with freedom and possibility.

As the last remnants of the curse dissipated, you opened your eyes, meeting Rain’s gaze. There was a fierce glow in his eyes, a mixture of triumph and disbelief, as he pulled you closer, his heart racing in rhythm with yours. “We did it,” he breathed, the weight of everything melting away in that shared moment of victory.

As the final echoes of the curse faded, you felt a shift in the air around you. The oppressive weight that had once filled the chamber was gone, replaced by an overwhelming sense of lightness and joy. You took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, fresh air, as if tasting freedom for the first time.

Rain pulled you into his arms, his warmth wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. “I can’t believe we actually did it,” he murmured against your hair, his voice thick with emotion. The tension that had marked his features moments ago was replaced by a relaxed smile that made your heart soar.

As you stood wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside the chamber felt vibrant and alive. The burdens of the past began to slip away, replaced by a newfound sense of hope. “What now?” you asked, curiosity sparking in your voice.

“We cover this monstrosity back up and never touch it again.”

You laughed, and bent down to pull your panties back up. “Let’s explore,” you said, as he tucked himself back in. “What if we start by seeing what else this place holds? Maybe there are secrets left to uncover, just waiting for us to discover them.”

Rain grinned, the spark of adventure igniting in his eyes. He covered Eve’s apple and slapped his hands together to remove the dust from them. “Lead the way,” he said, taking your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. “Don’t touch a Goddamn thing.”

As you moved deeper into the chamber, the air thrummed with energy, a promise of what was to come. With each step, you felt a renewed sense of purpose, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, together.

Prev./Next

[bimbo-baggins17]

Sam dressing as ghost face on Halloween and he can not not having sex with us in it

- 🥀 (kinktober request)

“I didn’t think you’d be into this.” Sam rasps from behind the white ghost mask, fucking into your cunt that squeezes onto him greedily. His cloak is pulled up so he can manage to let his cock out.

“It’s-..it’s hot.” You manage to get the words out, legs pushed up by your ears. You didn’t think he’d agree so quickly earlier when you helped him pick out his costume but you definitely weren’t complaining.

“Such a freak. My freak.” A gloved hand comes to your throat, squeezing it.

Your eyes widen a little, feeling the air supply cut off. Things felt hazy but so so good. Your hands find his wrist and guide it to hold it tighter, encouraging him to squeeze harder.

He grins behind the mask “That’s my girl.” He tightens his hand around your windpipe.

Your vision gets darker but it made it even better. Breathy whines slip out of your lips. Your eyes roll back, relishing in the feel of your boyfriend fucking you in costume.

“I’m gonna keep fucking you until you’re begging me to stop.”

You hazily meet the eyes of his mask. You were in for a long night.

[noahl-art]

Ghostober - Day 2 : Face-Sitting

Aurora heard about Rain's nose and tongue from everyone, and she just had to try it for herself 👅💦 FULL VERSION HERE !

Thanks @kroas-adtam for compiling the prompt list! ❤️

[skele-bunny]

In The Pews. (No CW) Rain/Swiss/Mountain

CW - None

Tags: Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Religious Talk and Setting, Exhibition, Trans Rain, Mute Rain

Characters: Swiss, Rain, Mountain, Misc.

(Ghostober day #6 Creampie & Quickie by @kroas-adtam ! Divider by @/wrathofrats , no beta, we die like men. My ghostober will be short fics!)

"C'mon, it's not like anyone will hear you!"

Rain glared at his mate through his mask, face flushed and breathing heavy as fingers circled his clit from Swiss' hand down his pants. The water ghoul looked around, seeing the pews full of siblings and ghouls as they listened to Papa's sermon, the man walking with grace as he spoke of Lucifer's love. They were squeezed against the wall, next to Swiss being Aether, behind being Mountain. Two, for better words, other walls. Boxed in.

"Please baby? I won't knot you or anything, pop it in my hand! Swear it!" He whispered, fingers dipping more and finally curling inside Rain's cunt, smiling wide as Rain eventually nodded with haste.

Swiss pulled Rain down to where he was half sitting and half laying for a bit more privacy, undoing the back laces of his uniform pants while only undoing his front belt and zipper. Instantly, Mountain hissed lowly at the two as he seen what was happening, Rain tucking his helmet into his own arm; embarrassment coursing through him.

"Are you out of your minds?" The earth grumbled, leaning down and watching Swiss pull himself out to stroke. "If you get caught, do you understand how much deep shit you'll be in?"

"Well that's the plan, to not get caught! Now stop drawing attention."

Mountain shook his head but stayed more forward, sweating some as he was now unintentionally involved to making sure no one could see. He watched as Rain's underwear was tugged down to show his glistening cunt, fingers rubbing inside again before Swiss angled himself. He looked over as he heard a huff, shrugging at Aether who only shook his head in disappointment, and turned back facing forwards.

Pushing in, Swiss sighed at the tightness caused by the position and his desire being satisfied. Rain gripped the edge of the pew, tail thumping against Swiss' side as he bottomed in. He pulled back then thrusted, keeping a slow but hard pace and trying to be mindful of the sound of their skin slapping — their clothes only muting it so much.

He could hear a purr and looked over, Mountain eyeing the two which only got a smirk from the multi. Swiss grabbed Rain's hips tighter and sped up just a little, leaning down to whisper into his ear.

"Not gonna last long, love... Mountain thinks you look so pretty right now. Got him purring and staring. I bet that's what this entire chapel would do if I just spread you out on that altar. Show them what a holy piece of work you are..."

Rain shivered at his words, gripping Swiss' shirt for an anchor as his back arched some from pleasure. He began to push back onto Swiss, trying to quicken the process as his mind, for some reason, focused fully on Papa's words.

"He who does not find the understanding that attempting to love all will smother your chance of loving those that deserve and reciprocate, are just as much as equal to a shoe with gum, eh? You step, and step, you lose a little piece at a time."

There was a following course of agreements, but to be truthful Rain could only focus as another hand joined with both Mountain and Swiss mumbling their own 'Nema's. Swiss groaned into Mountain's arm, now fucking both Rain's hole and Mountain's hand, feeling him squeeze around his knot and twist for more stimulation. Rain's claws sunk into Swiss as his body shook, legs trying to curl up as he orgasmed, releasing the tension in his abdomen.

It was almost in sync as Mountain squeezed on Swiss' knot, letting him get as close as possible without actually locking in. He humped pathetically, panting to try catching his breath and moaning as quietly as he could. Mountain knocked his helmet against Swiss', purring and whispering into his ear which caused a chuckle. His cock throbbed a bit more before Mountain let go and Swiss pulled out, admiring the cum that slowly dribbled out. Both ghouls assisted sitting Rain back up after redressing, letting him lean over as Mountain redid the back laces.

"—That follows into lust and cravings as well. Can romance be affiliated with sex? But of course! But it's up to you to figure out if it's a need or just the thought."

Swiss snickered under his breath, pulling Rain against his chest while Mountain propped himself over the back of the pew. "Oh, definitely the need."

"Do you ever shut up?" Rain signed with a tease, earning soft laughs from both again.

[whenikissedthegiyuu]

[wrathofrats]

Kinktober day 23: double penetration

Prompts by @kroas-adtam

Keep Quiet, Nothing Comes As Easy As You

Alpha/omega/rain

3.6k, explicit, warnings for: trans rain, tentacles, dubious consent, double penetration, objectification, shame, floor licking, water ghouls are wet, anatomy discovery??? Idk rain has no clue he has a tentacle,

“All the other water ghouls have one, where’s his?” Omega sounded borderline concerned, practically grabbing at his folds and furrowing his brow as he looked at alpha. He was a medical professional, someone that rain trusted even in a position like this, so why shouldn’t he also be a little scared. It’s embarrassing, he doesn’t know what’s normal or not but all he can do is squirm while alpha rubs and inspects along his pussy to try and coax it out.

“My- my what?” Rain managed to get out before he prodded somewhere that made his knees buckle.

Rain tried to haphazardly shove his sheet music back into his bag as he walked out of the practice building and down the concrete steps. He still wasn’t used to the mask yet, it was slightly hard to breath through the balaclava meant to obscure his identity, even though he thought it was futile, he was a ghoul and all the sibling knew that by now. He chocked it up to a religious thing, like a nun habit. Whatever the reason, it was annoying, he was tired of the condensation that kept gathering in the metal.

The sun was starting to set on the abbey, the pathways beneath the trees and between buildings being cast with a dark shadow. Rain tried to walk briskly even if he believed his fear of the dark was irrational. Less of a fear, more of an eerie feeling when the ministry was dark and empty.

Something whispered from inside the shadows between the chapel and the building that the new papa had been given to stay in. Rain stopped dead in his tracks on the sidewalk, squinting to see if he could see anything moving in the dark.

Rain stepped closer, toeing the line of the edge of the sidewalk before a large hand grabbed at his arm and pulled him into the dark. Someone wrapped their hand around his mouth, whispering into his ear as they held him to their chest.

“Don’t worry guppy, it’s just us” rain looked up to see alpha stepping from the dark and into the small area where the sun still was. He stopped fighting, relaxing in what must have been omegas arms. He trusted the two, not having much interaction with either but knowing that they were here to watch over the ministry, the ghouls included.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing walking alone at night?” Omega whispered into his ear, taking his palm off his mouth but keeping him held tight to his chest.

“Band practice?” Rains tone was questioning, like he wasn’t sure if he had the right answer or not. Alpha had a look in his eyes like he wanted to just tear into him while omega rubbed at rains waist with his thumb.

“Oh dear alpha, papa should know better. Who can imagine what lurks in the alleys at night?”

“Glad we got to him first then, would be a shame if something else did”

Alpha stepped closer to the pair, practically sandwiching rain between their two bodies. Alpha was a good couple inches taller than him, enough to be able to look down properly, almost menacing. Omega was even taller, and wider, his embrace almost swallowed rain whole.

“Will you walk me back to my room then?” Rain looked up and behind him to see omega smiling. Alpha grabbed at his waist, placing his hand over omega. Their hands could probably wrap all the way around rains waist and still touch. Alpha couldn’t stop admiring his body, how the new tight uniforms hugged him deliciously, bordering on slutty if alpha was being honest with himself.

“What’s your rush baby?” Alpha chuckled, moving his hands to rains ass to give a proper squeeze, “who picked out this uniform for you?”

“Practically asking for someone to feel you up in this thing” omega gave a small kiss to the side of rains neck, smiling against his skin.

“Oh you don’t think we could, right omega?” Alpha got close enough to be able to almost speak directly into omegas mouth. “Do you think he would let us?”

“Ask it permission first, doesn’t seem like he’s fighting much though”

Rain gave a small gasp as alphas thigh found its way between his legs.

“Can we touch you rainy? We haven’t had our turn yet, it’s all omegas been able to talk about” alpha put more pressure between rain thighs, leaning into him even more to watch as he jutted his hips forward. They felt impossible close, impossibly warm against rain.

“Please-“ rain tried not to straight up moan, settling somewhere between a whimper and a gasp from alphas thigh.

“There you go alpha, go ahead, know you’ve been dying to get your hand in his pants”

Alpha slipped his fingers past rains waistband and down his navel, feeling soft, tight cotton on the back of his hand. His fingers toyed with the neat patch of hair for a second before dipping down and pressing his fingers inside.

“Oh-“ alpha bent his fingers upwards before sliding them through his folds and just past rains clit. “Isn’t that nice?”

Rains pants were forced to his ankles by alpha as omega snaked his hand to toy with rains cunt as well. Sliding thick fingers through his folds to feel how wet he was starting to get. He spread him wide as alpha pushed two fingers in, earning a groan from rain. The true state of their predicament escaped rain as they continued to both play with his cunt. Standing in some dark corner where anyone could find them.

“Oh he’s tight megs…..”

“Think we’ll fit?”

Alpha crooked his fingers up in rain hole, buried knuckle deep as rain squeezed, clenching down from their words. He already sounded slick and wet, hoping the sounds wouldn't echo in the small space.

“Could just use both of his holes,” alpha started a small rhythm, pumping in and out of rain slowly as he writhed. “Or we could make it fit”

“You would think aether and mountain would’ve loosened him up by now”

Rain was a mess between them. He tried to keep the embarrassing sounds down, biting his lip and taking heavy breaths. Small whimpers and plea’s still escaped him as he begged alpha to touch his clit.

“Wonder if he’s taken anything at all yet” alpha spread his fingers, stretching rain even more.

“Hoping to ruin the packs new plaything are we?”

“Oh you know me too well dear”

Rain squirmed in omegas grip. The idea is almost terrifying, sure he’s taken aether and mountain before, both ghouls who seem massive compared to his smaller frame. But alpha and omega? At the same time? It was almost unfathomable.

“No- w- wait-“ rain feebly protested even as his hips still canted into alphas hand. He just needed a second, air to clear his foggy brain as the combined warmth of the two melted his senses. Part of him felt dirt beneath all of it, letting the two treat him like some fleshlight they found on the ground instead of a sentient being. He dripped down alphas wrist all the same.

“Think I found his off button” alpha chuckled as he rubbed along rains clit and watched as the words completely died in his throat. Omega skated his free hand under his shirt to lift it above his chest and expose his pretty little tits right in alphas face. The other hand met alphas to stroke at his silky walls as well. Both hands fighting in the small space as omega got a finger in rain beside alpha. He gave an experimental pinch to his nipple just to feel him clench down with a groan.

“Wait, alpha” omega gave another prodding stroke to rains cunt, “I don’t feel a tentacle”

“All the other water ghouls have one, where’s his?” Omega sounded borderline concerned, practically grabbing at his folds and furrowing his brow as he looked at alpha. He was a medical professional, someone that rain trusted even in a position like this, so why shouldn’t he also be a little scared. It’s embarrassing, he doesn’t know what’s normal or not but all he can do is squirm while alpha rubs and inspects along his pussy to try and coax it out.

“My- my what?” Rain managed to get out before he prodded somewhere that made his knees buckle. Rain let out a small sound as omega cooed.

“Oh alpha I don’t think he knows!”

“Do we get to teach him? Be the first ones to feel him up like this?” Alpha and omega talked about rain like he was simply not even there. A toy to play with without any concern for him listening in.

“Would be an honor since someone got to dewdrop before us last time”

“I think you found it, right there” omegas hand moved to feel where alpha was touching. Something wiggled beneath their touch, right under his clit, a smooth patch of skin to conceal the thing.

Alpha gave a low chuckle as he continued to pet over the area until rain started to jump as he felt an odd pressure.

“No stop wait-“ rains voice was shaky, trying to pry himself away from whatever it was even if their hands on his clit had him feeling like he was floating.

Rain nearly shrieked but omega slapped his palm over his mouth to try and muffle the surprised sounds. Something slithered from his cunt, wet and immediately searching for stimulation from alphas fingers.

Drool escaped rains lips and pooled into omegas hand as alpha started to stroke the tentacle. It was pretty, a flushed dark blue and purple, not super long but definitely fairly thick, thicker than the other water ghouls they had seen. It made rain lightheaded to look down and watch the thing squirm between his legs.

“Please not here ….” Rain mumbled against omega, coming out muffled and pitched. He knows he won’t last long, having enough experience to know he’s about to make a mess all over himself and the concrete. Omega just gave a small pet to his cheek, throwing a smile over his shoulder at alpha.

“Hear that? He wants to go somewhere a little more private darling”

“Oh? Doesn’t want anyone to see him like this? Don’t tell me the things shy.”

They won’t give him the dignity, not yet anyways. In alpha and omegas mind it’s much for fun to ruin him in the open air than to put him behind a closed door, even if they’re dying to see how bad he can really get with some privacy. He asked for this, begged alpha to touch him, and they won’t give him a lick of decency until he squirts for them all over the ground.

Slick ran down the back of alphas hand as he continued to toy with rains tentacle. A bit followed the path of the prominent vein on his wrist and if omega wasn’t so caught up in how rain whines against his hand he would’ve grabbed alphas arm to lick him completely clean. Rain can protest all he wants but if he’s this wet it’s hard to really believe him.

Rain gets off on the fear, being manhandled and exposed while he can’t do anything about it is too arousing to admit. He clinged to omegas arm as alpha started to stroke his tentacle in earnest like he’s jerking him off. Rains hips twitched into his rough hand, almost uncomfortably hot.

“Think he’s ready omega,” Alpha shoved three fingers in rain and spread him wide with ease, wet and loose from being played with for so long. He grabbed at rains thigh and maneuvered his legs to his waist so he could wrap them around as omega still held him tight against his torso.

“Gonna take it like a good boy? Gotta be real quiet, wouldn’t want anyone to find us huh guppy?” Omega unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants as rain gave another muffled sound from behind his palm. Alpha was already lined up with his holed teasing between his folds with the head of his cock.

Alpha pushed in slowly, feeling rain arch against omegas chest. He was still tight, even after the prep. Slick and hot as alpha groaned with the sensation. Rains eyes crossed, breathing heavily to adjust to the new feeling, even as he knew more was coming.

Omegas finger prodded at his hole and attempted to nudge itself right next to alphas cock. It was almost too much, it struggled to wiggle its way in there but tears escaped rain's eyes as he felt it pop into him. It slid in and out, in time with alphas shallow thrusts, simply trying to get him prepared enough to not be painful once omega got his turn to be inside him too.

“What a sweet thing, isn’t even fighting anymore” omega cooed at him, sickly sweet in tone. “Knew once you got a cock in you that you’d settle down”

“More” rain moaned. Drool was falling from the corner of his lip and down his neck. It left a shiny trail in its wake that shined in the moonlight, along with the wetness that coated his inner thighs.

Another finger slipped in and out of him along with alpha. Every thrust made his vision hazy, barely able to keep his eyes focused on alpha in front of him who was still practically grinning from ear to ear.

“Think he’s ready?” Omega asked with a loving look.

“Be gentle, he’s been sweet so far, right rainy?”

Omega nudged the head of his cock right next to alphas, slowly working it to stretch rain enough to take him. It was borderline overwhelming, rains never been this full before. He could feel them both in his abdomen, a little bump forming on his stomach from how they pushed against his small frame. He looked completely wrecked.

Rains tentacle slithered to wrap around alphas cock, small suckers attaching themselves to his shaft as he thrusted harder into rain alongside omega. Rain was being held like a limp doll, tentacle jerking both of them off as they left him completely gaping around them.

“Close- need it-“ rain choked out.

“Cum for us pretty boy, cum right here and we’ll give you your dignity back until we get behind closed doors”

Rains body spasmed as he gushed around their cocks. It dripped down, splashing onto alphas pants and the ground. It was filthy, they didn’t think they’ve ever seen a water ghoul cum so much. A thick heady sea salt smell filled the air as rain cried and tried to calm himself down from the high, still unbelievably full.

“Unholy shit rain” alpha looked down to see how he soaked the both of them. He was sure some had gotten on rains discarded pants as well, still dripping off of his thigh and onto the concrete. His tentacle retreated back to where it had come from while the blue flush on rains body started to recede while omega slipped out of him.

“Dew wasn’t this messy” omega gave a click of his tongue, tucking himself back into his pants, “better learn to control yourself sweetheart, I’ll forgive it this time but next time you’ll have to clean it up”

Alpha slowly pulled himself out, watching rains face so as to not scramble his brain any further. He untangled his legs from around his waist and hesitantly set him back down on his two feet, the two bigger ghouls still holding onto him to make sure he wouldn’t collapse under his own shaky legs.

“There we go, just hold onto my arm guppy” omega reached to grab rains pants from off the ground and attempted to have him step back into them. He promised him modesty after he came, the semblance of some dignity before they got him any privacy.

“It’s a shame though, we can’t just leave this here can we?” Omega gestured to the puddle in front of them. Rain hid his face, embarrassed to see the mess he made on the dirty ground. He still felt absolutely filthy from the ordeal, ashamed of how easy he was to be warmed up and pliant between the two.

“Omega …..” alpha gave him a low look as he zipped his jeans back up.

“Go ahead alpha, clean it up for me baby” omega practically purred as he got rain redressed.

“You can’t be serious right?”

“Don’t act up in front of the little siren, you’re the one who wanted to ruin him. So you can clean up the mess”

Alpha looked unbelievably flustered as he hesitantly got down onto his knees, giving another glance up at omega to ask if he was truly serious. Omega just smiled and held rain closer, giving him a sly nod.

The ground tasted like dirt and musk, making alpha cringe. Saliva pooled in his mouth as he lapped up the pool of slick off of the concrete. It was gross, the taste alone being embarrassing enough to make alphas head spin.

“Isn’t he such a good boy?” Omega whispered into rains ear, just barely loud enough for alpha to hear. Rain shook like a leaf against omegas chest as he also watched alpha pressed his tongue to the dirty ground, “such a sweet thing aren’t you? You were so good for us rainy, proud of you for taking all of that”

Rain relaxed a bit into omegas body, still hanging onto his arm. His head was still full of static and the abundant praises spilling from omegas lips only furthered the feeling. Alpha was much less terrifying like this, the once menacing ghoul now a mess at his feet licking up his cum like a dog. It was hard to be scared of him anymore.

But omega? It only made him more nervous. From everything he’s seen and heard rain was certain this scenario would have been switched. Omega being sweet and friendly, a trusted figure in the ministry while alpha was known for being aloof and stoic, if not at times somewhat cruel. Sharper features, a deeper growl, harsher grip, rain was warned not to fuck with him. But omega simply just commanded, and alpha obeyed without argument.

It sent shivers down rains spine to think of what omega could have done to alpha to get so obedient for him. Surely it can’t be just that alpha is willing, right? Maybe he’s naive, maybe it’s one of those things like aether where he rarely waits for someone to be obedient and simply prefers to take it without a fight. Maybe omegas simply forced it out of him so many times that alpha knows better than to fight. The idea is more than arousing to ponder as alpha finishes up on the ground and moves to stand. The idea of omega forcing the obedience out of him, especially after he’s seen how praiseful he can be.

“Don’t think we are exactly done with you yet tadpole” omega turned him around to assess his state. He still looked pathetic, wide eyes and messy hair but he was still desperate, needy, the new found information of his tentacle running rampant through his mind as he needed to know more. It was alphas turn to grab at him, pull him close into his side as if rain didn’t just watch him suck his cum out of the concrete. It reminded him that he truly had no leverage here, simply strung along for alpha and omega to use in exchange for the sweet praise alpha and omega were so generously pouring out.

Alpha tugged him along down the sidewalk and to the large building rain recognized as primos ghouls quarters. The old door creaked as omega pulled it open. The high ceilings echoed every noise off of them as their shoes clicked on the tile. He heard a familiar voice echo off the walls, another pair of clicking footsteps coming towards the trio.

Mountain rounded the corner and gave a small pause as he saw rain. His face fell, turned into something displeased as alpha and omega couldn’t help but give a cocky smirk at the earth ghoul. He was probably there to see earth, get some small pointers on his element while rain had his head down like he was a cheap prostitute the two were bringing back to ravage.

It’s clear what they’re doing, mountain isn’t stupid. He can’t do fuck all to stop them either. He’s heard of the two bringing new summons back to their room with a promise of showing them around their new vessel. Dew was easily bedded before mountain could get to him, a sick jealously bubbling inside of him. Rain just keeps his gaze fixated on the floor as they walk past him like his life depended on it.

He felt ashamed, he still was barely cleaned up and he could feel his cunt soak through his underwear as they walked. Mountain gave a low growl while alpha flashed him a toothy smile, as if he was telling him should’ve moved faster!

Rains tentacle is restless, needing more stimulation even after rain already came. It’s like it knew that there was something more, finally being coaxed out and now it was insatiable. It cant move much, rains tight pants left no room for anything but the new sort of ache is killing him. He wants it to go away, to shove his hand down his pants and feel every inch of it for himself. All he could do is burn in shame as he continued to walk.

Alpha and omega probably know much more than him. Omega was a doctor after all, had inspected every inch of the other water ghouls. It made rain feel weird, a partial fear in him of what they could expose about him without him knowing a single thing about it.

Omega kept a steady hand on his back, rain was flustered and tunnel visioned staring at the tile, could barely walk straight with that thick tentacle writhing between his legs, rainy just hoped it wouldn’t get too relentless before alpha and omega can get him into their bed.

[bimbo-baggins17]

I have two requests hehe :)

anakin skywalker - incest & rape/non-con

I CANT WAIT FOR KINKTOBER!!!! 🖤🖤

I hope you’re fine with me combining them into one!

TW: DDDNE INCEST AND RAPE!! Don’t like don’t read!! Reader is at least 18.

“C’mon just once. Help your big brother out.” Anakin pouts, giving you big puppy eyes. He’d been gone at college and when he came back, he couldn’t believe how much you, his younger sister, had changed into a woman.

Your nose scrunches up in disgust as he continues to beg you to fuck him, or rather let him fuck you and you shake your head again. “You’re disgusting. There’s no way, Anakin.”

“Seriously? Didn’t you miss me?”

You scoff, “Yeah I missed you but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna fuck you.”

“You’re being a brat.” He mutters.

“What? Because I won’t have sex with you? You need to get off pornhub once in awhile.”

That comment gets under his skin. “Fine. You don’t wanna do it willingly? I’ll just do it anyways.”

Your eyebrows knit together, “Wha-?” Catching you off guard Anakin flips you onto your stomach, pressing you firmly against your bed. Your eyes widen, “Anakin. Anakin don’t. Please. Don’t.” You try to plead with him.

“Shut up. Shoulda just agreed when I asked. Selfish brat.” He spits the words out before he’s yanking your sweatpants and panties down.

This was wrong. So wrong. You squirm and try to fight him off but it’s no use given your position. He lands a sharp slap to your ass cheek, earning a yelp from you.

“Stop. Moving.” He grits.

You hear his belt jangle and you thrash even more. He growls and gathers both wrists in one hand, pinning them down on the small of your back. “You asked for this.” He mutters before he’s forcing himself into you harshly.

You cry out, tears pricking the corners of your eyes, “Stop Anakin! It hurts!”

“It wouldn’t hurt if you had just said yeah.” Your cries don’t deter him, instead he continue to roughly pound into your poor pussy from behind. “God your pussy’s so tight.”

Your brother keeps thrusting into you before he’s fully burying himself inside, cumming deep in you. He slips out, not even bothering to clean you up or readjust your clothes.

“Don’t tell mom or I’ll make it worse.” He instructs you before he’s leaving your room, shutting the door behind him and letting you process everything that just happened.

[noahl-art]

Ghostober - Day 18

Rain is in his element at the bottom of the lake, with a very good friend of his 💦 FULL VERSION HERE!