#Phantom/rain

[palesweetsdeer]

can I request rain or maybe phantom getting all dolled up in some cute outfits??

They’re going on a dateeeeeee~

[thisgrotesquedance]

skeletour turning me into the biggest raintom truther I fear

[miasmaghoul]

idk what this is, but have some mean rain/aeon that just came to me. warnings for forced orgasms, overstim and your standard mean rain vibes

Aeon ignoring the flared base rule and accidentally losing a still-running vibrator inside himself while in the throes of a particularly intense prostate orgasm.

The overstim sets in around the same time he realizes he can't get the damn thing out, and the only thing he can think to do is grab his phone and make a tearful, pleading call to Rain.

"R-Rain, you - I - help."

Rain, who was in the middle of a practice session with Mountain and Swiss, obviously takes his time getting to Aeon's room, and by the time he steps through the door poor Aeon is an absolute disaster. Sweaty and shaking and coated in his own mess, forced to cum twice more thanks to the toy lodged in exactly the wrong place.

"Well, what have we here?" Rain smirks, sauntering over to the bed with his arms crossed, head tilted. He can hear that low buzz, knows exactly what must have happened here, but Aeon just looks so beautifully miserable that he can't help but tease. "Something wrong?"

Aeon looks up at him with heavy, watery eyes, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth and shivering all over. He's making the most pathetic sounds, his poor, overworked cock all red and wet against his belly, and Rain has the pleasure of watching his eyes roll back as he sobs through a very dry orgasm.

"Help me," he manages to gulp between shuddering breaths, writhing like he could possibly get away from his own insides. "Ra...Rain, please -"

"Why call me?" Rain runs cool fingertips through the sticky stripes below Aeon's navel, stretching his cum between them. He wipes the mess on Aeon's wet cheek with a cruel smirk. "You know Aether has forceps, you could've asked him. He probably would've gotten here...when did you call me?"

"An hour ago!" Aeon howls, arching like the whore he is when Rain gives his cock a little rub. Just enough to set off a fresh wave of tears. "I didn't - I just - fuck, it hurts."

"I bet it does," Rain hums with a nod, slipping those wandering fingers down between Aeon's slippery cheeks. His thighs fall apart with no coaxing, and Rain's digits slide into his frazzled body easy as anything. Aeon goes limp against the mattress, heaving for breath as Rain works them deeper inside. "But you still haven't said why you called me."

The tip of one finger brushes the very end of the vibrator, and Aeon look like he might die. He's so red, flushed from his hairline to his bellybutton, every inch of his twitchy and overwhelmed, and Rain thinks he could torment the poor thing forever if he keeps looking so pretty.

A clammy palm grips his wrist then, and when their eyes meet Aeon's are full of the sort of fire Rain has rarely seen before.

"Use...use your tentacle," Aeon rasps, wincing and bucking against Rain's invading fingers. Rain's eyebrows scoot upwards, but Aeon doesn't stop staring him down. "I'll - you can do - ah, fuck! - you can do whatever you want after, just...just get it out!"

Rain has never been so happy to obey an order.

[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.”

[ashthewaterghoul]

Mushy May Day 23 - Scary Movies - Rain/Phantom

Prompt list by @forlorn-crows can be found here All my Mushy May will be slightly shorter stories and can also be found on ao3 :) Words - 730

    Rain was having one of those nights where sleep just doesn’t want to happen for anything. He had tossed and turned and tried all sort of arrangements with his pillows, blankets, plushies and pyjamas. He flopped to his side with a groan as he saw that the clock on his bedside read 4:30am and he decided to admit defeat with sleeping that night.

    He sat up so he could go to the bathroom to splash some water on his face and when he came back he registered a faint hum coming from somewhere in the den. After sticking his head out his room he deciphered it was coming from the main common area. It was too early for Mountain’s usual early start, and also a too early for the early riser Fire Ghouls of the pack.

    Rain padded out to see Phantom sat cross-legged on the sofa, wide eyes fixed to the screen in front of them as they watched some sort of paranormal horror film with snacks and drinks spread all around.

    “Bug…? What are you doing up?” He asked groggily as he rubbed his eyes.

    Phantom turned from the TV for only a moment to smile at the Water Ghoul and pat the space on the sofa next to them.

    “Didn’t sleep. Did you know there’s a bunch of horror VHS tapes in storage and you can just take them?”

    Rain shuffled his feet next to Phantom and laid his head on their shoulder.

    “I haven’t slept either.” He said, though the enthusiasm in the little Quint’s voice was very much absent in Rain’s.

    “Aww, I’m sorry.” They said, wrapping their arms around him and cuddling him close.

    Rain closed his eyes for a few moments until a loud scream rang out through the TV speakers.

    “What are you watching?” Rain said as he grabbed a couple blankets to make himself more comfortable.

    “Hellraiser.” Their tail wagged.

    “Is it good?” He asked.

    They turned to blink at Rain. “You haven’t watched it?”

    Rain shook his head, “I’m not usually a fan of these types of films.”

    If the Ghouls had anything close to blasphemy, Phantom’s face looked like they had just witnessed it.

    “How?!” They exclaimed

    Rain shrugged, “Just not my thing. Look at him with all pins in his face. Makes my skin crawl.” He shuddered as the character in question came on screen.

    Phantom blinked, “But he’s called Pinhead… That’s like the whole point of his character.”

    Rain couldn’t help but smile at the quite autistic moment from Phantom.

    “No, Bug. I mean that he’s even Pinhead in the first place.”

     “Ohhhh, okay.” Phantom blushed a little.

    Though they soon startled as Rain jumped at something happening on screen, and buried his face against Phantom’s neck.

    “Wow, you really don’t like scary films.” They said as they held Rain close again.

    “No…” His voice was muffled by the fluff of Phantom’s bat hoodie.

    “I can turn it off if you want.” Phantom said as they reached for the remote.

    “No, don’t. You looked so excited.” Rain could never let Phantom lose out on their joy like that.

    “Are you sure?” They asked, and sighed when Rain nodded.

    “Just let me snuggle you, and you tell me what’s happening?” Rain suggested, smiling when he felt Phantom smile and their tail start wagging.

    If Phantom had one special interest besides bats it was all movies that were horror and slasher and paranormal. This was basically just permission to yap and rant about that which they loved and they did so, talking Rain through every detail of a scene, even to how the camera angle changes with the dialogue and every artistic choice that went into every moment.

    When they got to the end of Hellraiser, Phantom switched to the next tape they had pilfered – The Evil Dead – and gave that the same very autistic treatment. Rain found some comfort in their happiness about all of this, the restless night almost seeming way off in the past as his everything was overtaken by Phantom. The slight rustling as their hand flapped to stim, their excitable and bright voice, their smell of hot chocolate and marshmallows, and the dull hum of Quintessence that buzzed through their veins.

    Rain didn’t always get to spend a lot of time with Phantom but when they did, they both never wanted to leave each other.

[divine-misfortune]

Bad dog

Kinktober day 1: Cuckholding

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Aeon (Phantom)/Rain + Mountain, Mountain/Rain

Words: 7,242

Tags: Cuckholding, transmasc Rain, quintessence use/quintnosis, dubious consent, oral sex, degradation, feminization, vaginal sex, objectification, creampies, possessive Mountain, Mountain's referred to as a 'dog' on several occasions but it isn't pet play

Notes: A very fun and raunchy collab with the mutual ever @forlorn-crows - one passing dm changed the course of our plans entirely, oh we went wild with this one and i loved every second of it

In hindsight, Mountain should have known better.  Should have known better than to barge in without a plan to reclaim what was his, so mindlessly driven by the scorching demands of jealousy as he was. Once he snatched Rain away from the little quint’s unworthy claws, all would be on its way to well.  Or so he thought.

Continued on ao3...

[iamthecomet]

Kinktober - Day 24 - Forced Fem

Watersports later. But FIRST: 900ish words of Aeon/Rain forced fem. Aeon makes such a pretty girl.

“Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” Rain purrs. He nuzzles his face into the side of Aeon’s neck. Hands running down Aeon’s sides and the curve in his waist to rest at his hips over the silky fabric of the slip dress.  

Rain can’t stop staring. Looking over Aeon’s form in the mirror in front of him as he pets at Aeon’s hips. Thumbs dragging over prominent hip bones, visible through the dress. It’s pale blue, the same color as Cumulus’ eyes apparently–at least that’s what Aeon said when he showed up in it. It’s Aurora’s, given with permission not to stain it. 

Rain is definitely going to owe Aurora a dress. When Aurora wears it, it sits at mid thigh–on Aeon it’s a little higher. Helped along by the way his cock tents the fabric in front. Rain doesn’t think he’s wearing underwear, but he doesn’t know for sure. Has been trying to puzzle it out for the last fifteen minutes. 

Craning his neck to try to see when Aeon was knelt in front of him, back the mirror, dress riding up over the curve of his ass. Focused entirely on the small slivers of skin he could see as Aeon sucked on the head of his cock. Eyes drawn to the reflection of Aeon’s feet resting unders his ass. Clad in dainty white socks. 

He’d almost cum like that–embarrassingly fast. The wet heat of Aeon’s mouth paired with the visual almost ruined him. Rain still not sure he’s going to last long enough to get inside Aeon. Rain’s pressed tight against Aeon’s back. Rutting his leaking cock against the small of Aeon’s back. Smearing pre-cum over the pretty fabric. Aurora will kill him. Right now, he doesn’t care. Can’t. He’s too focused on the way the silk drapes over Aeon’s skin. The matching choker fastened tight around his neck. The little heart charm dangling from it. Rain itches to say it again. Pretty. It’s the only thing he can think

The eyeshadow matches too. Powder blue. Rain wasn’t sure what to expect when Aurora promised she’d get Aeon ready for him–it wasn’t this. Pale pink lipstick, soft blush high on Aeon’s sharp cheekbones. The dark eyeliner makes him look doe-eyed. Innocent. Rain wants to wreck him.  To dig his teeth into every soft piece of him. 

Rain clenches his fists in the fabric at Aeon’s hips, dragging the skirt further up his skinny legs. Aeon trembles in his grip. Head lolling back against Rain’s shoulder. 

“Say it again,” Aeon whispers. 

“What? That you’re pretty?” 

Aeon shakes his head. “No–the other–call me–fuck.” 

Aeon’s cheeks flush violet beneath the blush. Rain watches him in the mirror, watches his throat work as he tries to figure out how to ask. Rain could wait him out. Force him to say it. That’s always fun. Watching his partner crumble as they ask for what they really want. 

“What? A girl? You want me to call you my good girl?” 

Aeon makes a noise like the words hurt–but the way his cock kicks tells another story. There’s wet spot forming there too, one to match the back. Aeon nods, hard, turning his head to mouth at Rain’s neck. Sloppy. Wet. 

Rain chuckles. He dips his fingers under the hem of the skirt, pulling it up, until his fingers graze over Aeon’s balls. No underwear, he was right. Aeon hisses, cock kicking as Rain slides higher. Runs his finger along the soft underside of Aeon’s cock. Tracing a vein. 

“Missing something?”

Aeon shudders. Eyes searching for Rain’s in the mirror. Rain’s stomach twists as momentary panic flits over Aeon’s face. Worry. Brow furrowing as he tries to figure out what he forgot–what he missed in Rain’s instructions. 

“Good girls don’t usually forget their panties.” 

The noise Aeon makes sounds like it’s been forced from him. Dug up from somewhere deep in his gut. Startled, pained. Rain turns his head to hide his grin in Aeon’s hair. 

“I–thought–fuck. I thought you’d like it if I didn’t–”

“I do,” Rain says, mouth dragging over one of Aeon’s horns. “But still. If you want to be a good girl, you have to act like one.” 

“Rainy,” Aeon’s hips twitch. Cock kicking under Rain’s fingers as Aeon tries to roll his hips against what little friction Rain is giving him. The movement rocks Aeon’s ass back against Rain’s cock. It spits more precum onto the dress. “Rainy I can be good. I am good.” 

“A good what?” 

Aeon swallows but doesn’t answer right away. Eyes wild, darting over Rain’s face as he tries to force himself to say it. He opens his mouth and nothing happens. 

Rain pulls one hand away from Aeon’s hip, uses it to grab him by the jaw. To pull him away, hold him so Rain can look at him for real. The angle probably hurts Aeon’s neck, Rain’s fingers biting into his cheeks definitely do. But he doesn’t react to the pain. He just blinks up at Rain with his mismatched eyes–already glassy. Lips swollen from his time spent swallowing Rain’s dick. 

“Say it,” Rain barks.

Aeon fights with hismelf for another breath but when it finally comes, it pours of out him in a rush. “Girl,” he spits, “I am a good girl. Please, Rain. Please I promise I am I–”

Rain shushes him. He leans down to press his lips to Aeon’s forehead, too softly to be anything but a threat. 

“Prove it.” 

[phantoms-boyfriend]

Anyone have any good fics that are dew/aeth, rain/aeth, Dew/aeon and rain/aeon? (Bonus points if you send any good dew/Aeon/rain ones)

[petrichorvidae]

Mushy May Day 2: Late night snacks

Rating: Teen Word count: 3,560 Pairing(s): Swiss/Dewdrop + some Phantom/Rain heavily implied on the side, as a treat. Additional: Recreational drug use, minor blood and injury, references to sex, the ever-looming threat of an earth ghoul whose weed was stolen, and the existence of cheese singles. Summary: Dewdrop and Swiss raided Mountain's personal stash, and now they raid the kitchen too! Link to it on AO3 for those who prefer!

I had to take a day off for health reasons, and then I forgot to post this last night, but now I'm back with some swissdew shenanigans!

Once again, a huge thanks to @forlorn-crows for organizing Mushy May!

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Dew woke up with a start when something wet touched him, hissing out into the open air and looking around wildly trying to find whatever unknown had dared to disturb his sleep. His body was still adjusting to the suddenness of being awake, and that didn’t play favourites with his eyes, so he wasn’t able to do much more than squint and swish his tail back and forth in agitation.

“Whuh…!?” Seems his brain is still too mushy from sleep to even finish getting out a single coherent word. 

He continued to swish his tail but his hiss faded away into a low growl, near-silent in volume as he was far too tired to do anything more. Dew kept blinking his eyes hoping to open them each time with a newly granted sense of sight, and if he had energy left in him he would have jumped for joy when he finally acclimated to the light. Wait, why would the light be on?

He feels stupid when he goes to pull his blanket off of him only to find that it’s not there, as a matter of fact, it’s nowhere to be found in the room, which only serves to add yet another layer to his confusion. He wouldn’t be caught dead without that thing, be it in his bunk in a tour bus, serving as a protective layer between him and whatever uncomfortable sheets the hotel they’re staying at has, or just as a source of comfort and warmth back here, home, in the abbey. Not that he needed the additional warmth though, definitely not with how things had been warming up recently combined with his Fire ghoul nature.

He looked to his side, hoping maybe he had kicked it away in his sleep after getting too hot or something, but instead, he was met with the glorious sight of none other than Swiss, sleeping like a rock, snoring louder than even Aether, and with a long and luxurious strand of drool trailing down the side of a pillow he was holding onto for dear life. And then everything clicked.

Memories flooded Dew’s head of how he and Swiss had broken into Mountain’s stash earlier that evening, getting their grubby mitts into the real good shit that he usually kept for himself, giant selfish bastard. He also remembered how they had then raided his entire Stash and left very few survivors in their wake, and how they then locked themselves in Swiss' room before participating in some stupid fucked up contest of seeing who could smoke through the most of it in a single day. Dew looked back to Swiss again, that puddle of drool had definitely grown by a few centimetres since he’d last looked. Judging by the state of him, and how Swiss was apparently dead to the world, they probably weren’t finding out who had won any time soon. Dewdrop groans and flops back down onto the bed. Of course, the one thing he couldn’t recall was both the reason for and the result of them getting into this mess.

What he hadn’t been anticipating was for his coordination to still be a little off after only being awake for a few short minutes, and thus he hadn’t been expecting his elbow to hit a sleeping Swiss right in the face. Swiss’ poor nose certainly hadn’t been expecting it, that’s for sure.

The most pathetic and hurt-sounding yelp he’s ever heard let Dew know that all those comments about his elbows being unusually bony may have some basis in truth after all. The ghoul that was dead asleep just a few seconds ago was now wide awake and hunched over himself while he clutches his nose. What Dew thinks is the slightest dribble of blood serves to sober him up a bit from his self-imposed high. He immediately starts looking around before finding what he’s looking for, locating the box of tissues on the nightstand next to Swiss’ bed and grabbing it before he can think too long about why it would be there in the first place.

“Ah shit! M’so sorry Swiss, didn’ mean to.” He blabbers out an attempt of an apology as he holds the tissues out to Swiss, who now has tears of pain threatening to spill at the corners of his eyes as he snatches the tissues from Dew, hissing at him all the while, and, yeah, he did kinda deserve that.

“Th’fuck s’wrong with you? F’ckin’ asshole.” Not even the shock of having his nose bashed by Dewdrop’s elbow could truly wake up Swiss, as it would seem. In true Swiss fashion, the larger ghoul continued to spit and hiss out more slurred insults at the smaller while he grabbed a bunch of the tissues and held them up to his bloody nose which would definitely have a pretty purple bruise on it later on that would lead to them being subjected to another of Aether’s interrogations while the Quintessence ghoul would try to figure out how two idiots like them survived for long enough in the pit to be summoned, just for them to be even bigger dumbasses.

Once Swiss had cleaned up his face and shook off his shame from being defeated by Dew’s bony as-shit elbow of all things, the Multi decided to dedicate the rest of his life to giving the Fire ghoul the dirtiest look he could muster. He wasn’t even giving him daggers now, he was giving him full-on swords. It was almost funny how mad he was trying to look, his nose all scrunched up with his ears down, fur puffed up to further set in how pissed he was with him at the moment. And yet, Dew wouldn’t forget this moment between them for Swiss' ire, which he had rightfully earned to be fair, but for how that heated silence was suddenly broken by one of the loudest growls he had ever heard come from Swiss' stomach.

They stared at each other, both looked down at Swiss' stomach, and immediately looked right back up to each other again, before simultaneously bursting out into a fit of giggles. All of Dew’s elbow’s transgressions are forgotten as they roll around on top of Swiss' bed. 

After a few minutes of giggling and another interruption, this time from Dew’s stomach, Swiss finally let out his first fully formed words since he’d been so rudely woken up. “Woah, easy there tiger, don’t gotta go roaring at me.” He put his hands up in a mock surrender “How ‘bout we go and raid the kitchen for whatever good stuff we can find? We can bring it back here and have ourselves a feast.”

Dewdrop thought about it, and he was really hungry now that they’d both been made aware by their bodies, and rather loudly at that. But, and there was always a but, Dewdrop looked over to the locked door leading out into the hallway and his thoughts stilled for a moment. The whole reason it had been locked in the first place was because they both Mountain would be out for blood once he found his stash desecrated and gone, and another memory from the evening was returned to him, this one of Mountain pounding on the door when he had finally found out what they’d done, and how the only thing stopping him from going through with his threat to kick down the door and collect retribution for his precious weed was Aether quite literally dragging him away to cool down a bit if the scuffle they had heard was anything of substance. One thing was gnawing away at his mind right now, and he made sure to voice it; “What if he’s still out there.”

Swiss understood what he meant, and looked like he was speedrunning through the exact thought process Dew had just gone through judging by the slight panic in his eyes, but apparently, he wasn’t anywhere as worried as Dew was, because he just shrugged. 

“You got any idea what time it is?”

Dewdrop chews at his lip before digging around for his phone. He manages to find it under a pillow, the very same one that now had a damp spot from Swiss drooling on it, gross. After a more than slightly judgemental look sent the taller ghoul’s way, Dewdrop turns the screen on and goes to look at the time. Swiss leans over his shoulder to take a peek for himself.

Both of them are left in silent shock at the time.

“Shit…”

“Did we really sleep for that long?”

“Must have, the phone doesn’t lie Dewbug.”

“Thought I told you to stop calling me that.” The Fire ghoul hissed, though they both knew it didn’t have any real bite to it.

“But it’s just so fun getting to see your cheeks go red like that, Dewbug.” There it was again, that toothy grin that would make a baby cry. And speaking of the devil, the Multi’s teasing paid off when he got to watch as his partner tried to hide himself amongst the pillows. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that the very blush he was referring to would be found spreading its way across Dew’s cheeks at that very moment if anyone were to get a good look.

With perfect timing as always, Swiss' stomach chooses that moment to remind the two of their shared hunger, possibly saving Dewdrop from any further torment and teasing.

Getting back on track, Swiss pads his way over to the door and opens the bolt lock, but before he can even get his hand on the handle Dew is diving across the bed and towards him. “Wait!”

Swiss gives him a look that hopefully reads as ‘You really wanna starve in here?’, but goes out of his way to voice the rhetorical question anyway.

“I mean, no, but-”

“Excellent! Then let’s get-a-going and get some grub.” And with that, Swiss swings the door open, but is careful to make sure it doesn’t bang against the wall and make a noise. He may be crazy, but he doesn’t want to risk being the one to disturb anyone’s sleep. Then they’ll really be helpless when Mountain inevitably gets his claws on them. “Just, y’know, be quiet. Sneaky.” He adds in a hushed tone with a wink at the end for emphasis. And with that, the two ghouls are slowly and stealthy tiptoeing their way down the hallway, making their way to the den and by extension the kitchenette as they pass by the doors to all the rooms that the band ghouls call home. They can hope each and every one of them is occupied by sleeping ghouls, especially as they pass by the room of a certain abnormally tall Earth ghoul. Step after step, they slowly inched their way down the hall, getting closer and closer to their goal.

Finally, the narrow length of the hallway spreads out into a much wider and vastly more spacious common room, or the den as it’s come to be known. The room is near pitch black in the dark of the night, and with their minds still a little hazy from all the weed they had indulged themselves with smoking several hours ago, even with their more advanced ghoulish eyesight, they can't really make much of anything out. Swiss, showing a brief moment of rationality and even using a little logic to boot, reaches out to his side where he knew the lightswitch to be and suddenly the large space is flooded with light, though thankfully on a dimmer setting so it isn’t too much of a shock to their eyes.

What does come as a shock, is the ghoul staring at the pair from where they stand by the kitchenette, looking like a deer caught in headlights, a freshly opened pack of crackers in one hand and an entire brand new tube of Primula cheese in the other.

The atmosphere is palpable, the tension in the room so thick you could cut it, right up until a cracker falls out from the packaging and clatters when it hits the floor, that is.

“Phantom? Why the hell are you up at this time?”

That seems to make the Quintessence bristle up a did. His ears pull back when he whisper-shouts a defensive and very creative “Why are you!?”

Swiss and Dew look at each other at the exact same time, both thinking about whether they should tell him about their escapades and Mountain.

“Uhm… stuff…” Dew blurts out. Very articulated. Swiss gives him a look but he just shrugs. Well, what did the Multi want him to say?

“Hey, are those Cirrus’ crackers?” Swiss tries to deflect Phantom’s deflection, and it seems to work as Phantom is immediately right back to looking like he’d just been caught with his pants down.

Looking around and finding no way to escape from the situation, Phantom resigns and answers the question. “Yes…”

Oh, this was gonna be good. It’s nice to know they weren’t the only ones dumb enough to steal from their packmates tonight. Everyone knows how defensive Cirrus can get over her snacks, and those crackers were her favourite. The fact that they’d only just been bought and she hasn’t even gotten a chance to try them yet will just add to the drama of all this.

“Oooh~ Somebody’s gonna be in trouble~”

Phantom snaps his gaze right over to Dew, glaring at him while he utters his next words. “You don’t tell Cirrus it was me, and I don’t tell Mountain.”

Dewdrop just had to go and tease him.

“Ha, nice try kid, but the big guy already knows all about what we did.”

“Trust me, we all know.” Phantom puts it bluntly, and it doesn’t come as a surprise at all considering how loud Mountain had been earlier, and that was just what they heard through the door. “I meant I won’t tell him exactly where you guys will be tomorrow.” When raises an eyebrow at him. “I’ve been speaking to Sunny, and I’ve seen your guys’ schedules for your chores tomorrow. I’ll do it.” Oh, okay, so the new kid had finally grown some fangs it would seem. Swiss almost barks out a laugh from the shock of it all, who knew Phantom of all ghouls would be the one threatening to sic a pissed-off Mountain on them?

“Okay, okay, you win kid. Sheesh.”

And with that, they seem to slip into a truce of sorts. Phantom sets his pilfered crackers and squeezy cheese off to the side so he can find a plate, and Swiss and Dew walk past him to start rummaging through the cupboards and fridge for anything that speaks to their hunger at the moment. Swiss flipped through the cupboards whilst Dew searched through the fridge.

“All I’ve got here is a bag of chips and a half-empty box of breadsticks that may or may not be on their way to going stale already, any luck over there?” When Swiss receives no reply he looks to check on Dew, and finds his companion doing a silly victory dance as he holds up a pack of some deli meat like it’s the cub in that one lion film they’d watched a couple months back. Swiss had to bite his tongue and hold back whatever laugh or teasing comment he would have let out. It was just so pure. They were both still decently high from Mountain’s weed, raiding the kitchen in the midst of the night as quickly as possible so they could return to Swiss’ room to continue hiding from Mountain’s wrath, and Swiss couldn’t bring himself to look away from Dew. He wondered if this was what people mean when they say that it sometimes feels as if time has frozen when they look at their partners.

“Dew, you look ridiculous.” And the moment is ruined. Swiss turns to bare his fangs slightly at the younger ghoul but Phantom is unphased and just sticks his tongue out in return, the cheeky fucker. By the time Swiss turns back to Dew, he’s finished his celebration and has placed the pack of sliced meat on the nearby side, right next to where Swiss has placed his findings, before diving back on in to grab the final piece to make this meal truly perfect. 

“Boom! Cheese singles.” He smirks up at Swiss while she waves the individually packaged slices of processed cheese in his face, positively pleased at himself with his findings.

Phantom decides to pipe in again from over by where he’s now got everything he needs, the entire tube of Primula now squeezed out onto the plate with a knife carefully placed beside it, his crackers still in their pack off to the side where he’d been snacking on a few when trying to find the knife and plate. Truly a charcuterie board for kings. “You’re seriously gonna eat those? Are they even real cheese?”

Dewdrop is quick to defend himself. “First of all, yes, I am seriously gonna eat these cheese singles, and I’m gonna love every second of it. And second, I’m not gonna be judged by the ghoul who is about to eat a fuckton of crackers with squeezy cheese!” He presses an accusatory finger into Phantom’s chest. Now with being so close to him, Dewdrop takes in how the ghoul is blatantly wearing clothes that aren’t his. The shirt is obviously one of Dew’s, while not tight it was definitely on the shorter side and left a bit of Phantom’s tummy out for all to see, and if he had to take a guess on the owner of the slightly too-big boxers he had on Swiss was probably the safest bet. He didn’t miss the messy hair or how a certain bassist’s scent was clinging to him like moss to a rock right now either, and gave the ghoul a small grin and a nod of acknowledgment before deciding to tease him some more.

“I’m gonna want to wash that in the morning, aren’t I?” He refers to the shirt.

“Someone’s going to be losing their weed privileges, aren’t they?” Phantom shoots right back.

“Touché.”

“Too soon, man, too soon.” Swiss can be heard whining from off to the side of their little standoff. 

“Alright, I’m heading off now. Good luck I guess, you’ll need it.” Phantom stretched for a second before grabbing his plate and crackers and heading back towards his room, where there was no doubt a Water ghoul would be awaiting his return.

“We know.” They reply in unison and wave him off before they go grab their harvest and do the same.

Swiss is emptying all of the chips and breadsticks out into two separate bowls when they’re alerted by another door down in the hallway opening, that eerie creak causing their hackles to become raised and their ears to pull back. Dewdrop instinctively put himself between the hallway and his precious cheese singles and meat slices, ready to defend this meal with his life. “Who’s there?” Swiss calls out into the dark hallway.

Their blood runs cold when it’s none other than Mountain who emerges from the dark hallway into the dim, though still much brighter, light of the den, his imposing figure slowly approaching them with heavy steps. Swiss sidesteps over to Dew and holds the Fire ghoul’s hand in his, it was his idea to raid Mountain’s stash and if anyone’s getting their tail ripped off here, it’s going to be him. Before they know it, Mountain is stood right in front of the pair, practically snarling at them as a low rumbling growl permeates throughout the kitchenette. In what is possibly up there amongst the dumbest things he’s ever done when being growled at by a much larger ghoul he’s crossed, Dew reaches behind him blindly, grabbing around until he finds what he hopes will be their saving grace. He picks it up and, wincing as he hopes the Earth ghoul doesn’t just bite his fingers off, presents his peace offering.

“Deli meat?”

Mountain stares at the presented cuts of ham for a good long while, but his decision is finally made when his face softens, rumble dissipating as he lets out a heavy sigh. He wordlessly takes the offering and opens it up, taking a handful of sliced meat for himself before passing it over to Swiss, who only just about manages to hold onto it as he’s still stood there in shock and awe, amazed that Dew’s offering had actually worked as the Earth ghoul scarfed down the ham in record time. It does wonders to show just how hungry a ghoul can get after being mad for hours on end.

Dewdrop feels bold and a little stupid, so he decides to crack out the cheese singles too, and sidles up to Mountain before holding one out to him.

Swiss questions all of his life choices as he stands there in silence while they both watch Mountain eat the entire cheese single within seconds. He hadn’t even removed its plastic covering. Dewdrop was near tears at the horror he was witnessing. This must be their punishment for what they had done, surely.

“You two are just lucky that it wasn’t my main stash.”

[palesweetsdeer]

Could you do raintom or dewtom? Maybe both or all three of them together?

Buggy is getting ALL the love

[arcaneacolyte]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck, he’s so high.

He’s so hard.

Rain is so pretty.

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

Oh shit, did he say that out loud?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Phantom’s eyes cross again. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ghoul-slime]

Thinking about resident sex toy expert and collector Rain ghoul

Some thoughts under the cut:

Rain is the ministry sex toy expert and collector. He loves playing with himself and trying out new toys on his pack. He has each ghoul’s favorite toys memorized but he also loves to surprise them or help push learn new things about what they like when they let him. Whenever he gets a new toy he invites the other ghouls to come watch him test it out. It's always a big event when a package shows up in the mail with Rain's name on it. Sometimes the other ghouls ask to borrow toys for their own solo or partner use. Rain is basically the resident sex toy consultant, and he loves to recommend specific toys for whatever the other ghouls might be in the mood for.

Of course he has everyone's favorite toys memorized:

Mountain: Butt plugs. All shapes and sizes and functions. He has an entire set of plugs put aside just for Mountain. His favorite is a modestly sized plug with a faux fur fox tail on the end. He fucks Rain doggy while he wears it. Sometimes Rain will let him wear a pretty leather collar with a metal ring while they play.

Aether: Sounding rods. Cirrus was the one who first taught Rain how to use them. Rain practiced on himself until he was ready to try it with Aether, who he had in mind specifically when buying the kit. Aether loves the feeling of giving Rain complete control and trusts him implicitly. The feel of being penetrated with the cool metal rod is like nothing else for him. He's usually crying and begging by the end of the session, and Rain always makes sure to heap on sweet words and praise throughout. If Dew promises to be good, Rain lets him sit and watch some of his sessions with Aether. And if he swears to be real quiet he’s even allowed to touch himself while he watches.

Swiss: Bondage, whips, nipple clamps, leather, the whole nine yards. Swiss loves for Rain to dom the fuck out of him in bondage. His favorite thing is for Rain to wear a pair of thigh high, high-heeled leather boots and nothing else while he works him over. Rain is particularly good with shibari, something he also practiced on himself until he was practically an expert. Of course Swiss is always quick to offer himself up for Rain to practice on as well.

Dew: Double ended dildo. Dew’s a size queen just like Rain and they both love to take it deep. Rain has a whole collection of double dildos. Long flexible ones in bright, translucent colors, short thick ones with a curve in the middle, hyper-realistic double cocks tapered at one end. They've basically mastered every position imaginable with them, but love to spread out facing each other, grinding down with their legs spread and wrapped around each other. It gives them the best view of the other while they play. They love to share a cock until they’re both filthy, wet, and totally fucked out and exhausted. Usually Aether and Swiss will have to come collect them from Rain's room and drag them into the bath and a clean bed after.

Phantom/Aeon: Lingerie. Phantom’s still new to sex topside, so he's still discovering what he likes to play with. The first time Rain got into bed with him wearing panties, Phantom was so turned on by the feel of silk and lace on his skin he came all over Rain before they even had the chance to do anything. Now they'll grind and feel up on each other in matching sets of lace panties, little bralettes, cute stockings with garters until they cum. They've ruined more than a few sets of lingerie together. Sometimes Rain will use a little vibrator on Phantom's cock. Rain still lets Phantom browse his toy collection before they play, answering questions, showing him how each toy works. Phantom usually ends up asking for lingerie in the end.

Rain: His favorite alone time toy is a simple curved, metal wand. It has the best weight and effortlessly gives him bone-deep prostate orgasms, and nobody gives them to him better than himself. As much as he likes to use toys with other partners, he only uses the wand for solo play. And he loves to do it in front of a mirror, really taking his time, watching himself stretch around the toy and cum all over himself. He has an absolutely massive collection of dildos and vibrators, hundreds of shapes and sizes and functions. He keeps them all in a huge black steamer trunk in the corner of his room. Nothing turns him on more than watching his partner browse his collection, choosing one to use on him when they play.

[bonesy-doodles]

And the Ghouls are done! They are all soooo,,, twirls hair,,,, Tell me who's your favorite!!! And don't be afraid to ask for my ghouls head canons!!! I'd love to share <33333

[casperghoost]

[divine-misfortune]

begging on my knees for you to talk about rains tits <3

I think Phantom nearly fainted the first time he saw Rain without a shirt from how fast the blood rushed from his head to his dick.

Walked into the dressing room in the midst of Rain getting changed, shirt just pulled over his head, loose curls falling back in place as he shakes his head. His brain goes offline for longer than Phantom would like to admit. He stares, oh my god does he fucking stare, and Rain is unphased. Asks if he's okay, that he looks a little feverish, and Phantom squeaks out an "I'm fine!" before bolting.

He thinks about it for a long while, throughout the whole ritual, on the ride to the hotel, he's entirely zoned out imagining what they'd feel like in his hands.

Rain can tell, notices Phantom's eyes flick down then immediately back into place like he thinks he's slick.

He laughs about it to himself.

And later on after room keys change hands, Rain has Phantom pressed back to the wall with his pants around his ankles just pushing what little he has together to get the slightest bit of cleavage. Lets Phantom fuck his tits and teases that he's making such a mess of him.

Truly Phantom is making a God awful mess, Rain's skin glistens with sweat and spit and pre and he wants to taste it....Rain gives him the chance after he's cum, to lick him clean and finally, selfishly, get Phantom's mouth on him.

[iamthecomet]

momMEEEETTT

period cramps are killing me and all I can think about is phantom/aeon/new bug being a pretty pretty inexperienced boy

like... there was that prompt list... and there was this one "show me how you do when you touch yourself" THAT IS LITERALLY HAUNTING ME, CAN YOU IMAGINE A VERY VERY KIND DOM RAIN WITH A VERY VERY SUB AND SHY AEON IN THAT SITUATION???

*disappears into the void*

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OhmanohMAN. You gave me brain rot and I wrote a little thing.

Aeon's pretty like this. A lilac flush blooms high on his cheeks. He keeps his eyes--a strange spidering mix of lavender and sage green--on Rain's feet. They're lounging on Rain's bed. A summer thunderstorm rages outside. Wind rattling the windows. Rain can still taste Aeon on his tongue--ozone and mint. One of his cool hands is still pressed on Rain's bare chest, over his heart. Rain watches those fingers flex against his skin. Aeon drags his bottom lip into his mouth and makes a small noise when he does--like he can still taste Rain on it--like he's savoring. Rain can't take his eyes off of him. "Talk to me," Rain demands. His voice is soft, but there's no question about his tone--no room for argument or denial. "Never done this before," Aeon finally offers up, his blush darkens. "Not...with someone else. Not in this body." Rain reaches over, cups Aeon's face in one of his hand, thumb dragging over his lips. They part so prettily for him. And Rain can think of nothing else except pushing past them, pressing his thumb, his fingers, his cock, through them and into the warmth of his mouth. Another time. "We don't have to do anything." Rain would be just as happy to go back to making out. To pull Aeon into his lap and kiss him for the rest of the night. It's enough. And he opens his mouth to tell Aeon as much but Aeon cuts him off. "I want to. I just--" Aeon shrugs. "I don't know what to do." "Oh, baby," Rain says, slipping his hand a little further up to sink his fingers into Aeon's hair. He drags his nails over his scalp and Aeon's eyes flutter, a soft little groan falling from his plush lips. "I can help with that." Aeon is melts in Rain's hands. Allows himself to be arranged however Rain wants him. He follows all of Rain's orders with ease. There's a shyness about it that shouldn't make Rain's cock kick as hard as it does. But he's well past trying to hide how this is affecting him. He's straining against his sweatpants by the time Aeon settles between his legs. The small of his back pressed right up against Rain's leaking cock. Rain presses his chin to the top of Aeon's head, right between his horns and looks down the length of his body. The pale flush has crawled down his neck to his chest now, staining his clavicle a pale purple. Aeon's hard too, pressed up against his dark sweatpants. When Rain shifts, grinding his erection against Aeon's back, Rain watches Aeon's cock kick. "Show me," Rain whispers. Turning his head to drag his mouth up the side of one of Aeon's short horns. Aeon shudders in his arms. Rain plants one of his hands on Aeon's stomach and feels each shudder of his breath. Feels the way the muscles jump beneath his hand. "Show you what?" "How you touch yourself." Aeon whines. Rain watches his fists clench down by his side, that blush crawls further down, almost to his pebbled nipples now. "Rain--" "How else am I supposed to know how you like it?" Aeon doesn't respond to that. Instead, he reaches down with shaking hands and pulls the waistband of his sweatpants down just far enough to free his cock, hooking his briefs under his balls. It's pretty, just like the rest of Aeon. Flushed violet at the tip and shiny with pre. Not very long--Rain could probably take all of him in his mouth without any trouble. Rain aches to touch him. To curl his fingers around that soft overheated skin and see what kind of noises he can wring out of the little ghoul in his arms. Aeon hesitates for just as second before he wraps his hand around the base of his cock and squeezes.

"Are you nervous?" Rain asks him softly. Aeon nods. He flexes his fingers again and Rain feels the way his body sags into the stimulation. "You don't have to do this. If you don't want to," Rain reminds him. Pressing small kisses up the length of his horn. "Want to," Aeon chokes out. Aeon starts slow, long languid strokes. Rain grinds his hips up against Aeon's back in time with his thrusts. He watches, rapt, as Aeon strokes himself. A bead of pre wells at the tip and Rain longs to taste it. He almost runs his fingers through it. Just barely manages to keep his hands to himself. It isn't long before Aeon is fucking his own loose fist. The ruddy head disappearing and reappearing as Rain watches rapt. Pre spilling over Aeon's fingers as he gets close. Rain can feel the tremors in Aeon's thighs, the tension building in his body. "Rain--gonna--I gotta--" "I know. Go ahead, baby. Let me see." Rain drags his tongue over the rough base of Aeon's horn and Aeon is gone. Wailing as he cums all over his own fist, milky white dripping down onto his stomach as he works himself through it. He sags against Rain. Wiping his sticky hand off on his own sweatpants and not bothering to pull them back up quite yet. Rain presses a kiss to the top of his head, humming his approval. Aeon shifts, pressing back just enough to put much needed pressure against Rain's aching cock. Rain groans, fingers digging into Aeon's stomach just above the pool of cum gathering below his belly button. "Will you show me what you like?" Aeon asks softly, cheek still over warm against Rain's collarbone. Rain grins against Aeon's hair. "Of course. And if you're good, I might even let you touch it."