#aeon/rain

[miasmaghoul]

WAHHHH AEON CONVINCING EVERYONE THEYRE HIS FIRST. thinkijg thoughts about omega and aether breaking him in and then hes all virgin to whoevers next and after they go to aether like “why did u not fuck the new guy??” and aethers like i did?? and it all comes out but they keep it a secret to see how long/how many ghouls/papas aeon can get with his bit

I think Aether is his first, and he's enough of a gentleman not to let anyone know. Not his information to share - well except for one night when he replays it all for Dew in excruciating detail, but that's easily taken care of with a little quintosis. No harm done.

Swiss is Aeon's second, though, and he's been enough of an actual first to be able to see right through Aeon's coy smiles and the way he bats his lashes. It's easy enough to figure out who was:

"Can't believe I haven't gotten my hands on you yet."

Swiss murmurs it into his throat, both hands shoved into Aeon's hastily undone jeans. One tugging at his semi and the other curled around his bony hip, Swiss' rough fingers petting at his hole. Aeon's gasping already, still half-tangled in the hoodie he was removing when Swiss shoved him onto one of the hotel beds. This is what he gets for spending all evening - hells, all day, really - being a flirty little shit, he supposes. He licks his lips and swallows hard, putting on his best innocent face; wide, damp puppy eyes, pouty lips, the whole nine yards. Swiss stares down at him like a wolf who's pinned a deer, smile sharp even without his fangs, and Aeon's heart skips in his chest. He knew Swiss would be rough, but this is a thrill.

"Surprised Aether didn't get you first," Swiss rumbles with a twist of his wrist, and Aeon gives himself away when his eyes glaze over.

Swiss isn't even sure if the other ghoul knows he does this, or if the others have caught it, but when Aeon really remembers something he sort of...disappears for a second. Just for a heartbeat, very easy to miss if you aren't looking for it, but Swiss has spent more than enough time with the new kid to pick up on it. It's like he's reliving the moment he's been reminded of in a flash. Swiss wonders if it has something to do with his magick; Omega had something of a photographic memory, maybe Aeon has something similar? He doesn't know.

What he does know, is that when he says Aether's name Aeon does that thing where he goes away for a moment, and his cock flexes so hard they both choke.

So that's a yes, then.

Swiss doesn't say a word, lets Aeon play the blushing virgin because, well, it's not like he isn't into that, and holds him close afterwards. Gives him a bath and orders his favorite takeout meal before they go to sleep. He even lets Aeon be the big spoon.

He calls Aether while Aeon's in the shower the next morning, just to make sure, and the silence when he asks Aether if he knows if Aeon's slept with anyone is so, so loud. Swiss says it's kinda hot that Aeon likes to play pretend, and they both manage to squeeze out a quick one and agree to keep this knowledge to themselves before Aeon's even done in the bathroom. Swiss texts Aether a quick video of him blowing a kiss with his cummy hand, and Aether responds in kind.

After that, I think Mountain is next, but he isn't one to brag. Rain comes after that, but is suspicious about being Aeon's first despite his shy admissions while Rain was between his legs. He finds out for sure via a good ol' fashioned footjob, because Mountain would give up nuclear launch codes if it meant having the chance to feel Rain's toes work the head of his cock. Rain doesn't feel particularly miffed - the kid put on a good show, after all, and good sex is good sex. He and Mountain both think they're the only ones, though, so they agree to keep it between them.

Word gets out after Dew has his turn with Aeon and brags about it to Swiss over gas station coffee a few days later. Swiss, who cannot for the life of him let the little guy have anything, and immediately snorts into his styrofoam cup. Rain overhears them and they all share a knowing snicker (as soon as Dew finishes scowling) once they figure out Aeon's little game. Swiss calls Cirrus over to let her know, just in case Aeon's tried the same thing with her, and she looks absolutely delighted.

"He asked me just yesterday if I would "answer some questions about his body"," she shares, accepting a sip of Dew's hot chocolate. "That he's experiencing some "new things" and has "questions about girls." He was blushing like a whore in church and everything."

The squeak of sneakers on slick tile echoes behind them, and a pair of lanky arms loop themselves between Swiss and Rain's shoulders.

"Speak of the devil," Swiss grunts, Aeon tugging him down to plant a good morning kiss on his cheek. Aeon grins.

"Mornin' Cir," he greets with a nod, ignoring the rest of them entirely. The ghouls share a collective eye roll. "I just talked to Papa, like you asked." If the new kid's tail was out, it would be wagging like an excited retriever's. "He said it's $750 for tomorrow and $1250 for Thursday, but if you need more then just use the black card."

Cirrus gives him a warm smile, reaching across their little circle to ruffle his hair. Aeon beams at her, might as well have hearts in his eyes when she cups his chin and says,

"Good boy, thank you."

Cirrus gives his cheek an affectionate pat, and that blush they've all come to know by now makes its appearance.

"Tell you what - come to my room tonight. You can help me pick out where we stay for the next few nights. I can show you all sorts of secrets," she adds, giving him a slow once over that makes Aeon flush down his throat. "About how to pick the right hotel in these smaller areas, of course," she clarifies, handing Dew back his lipstick-stained cup and straightening her coat. "I might even have the girls drop in and give you some extra hints."

Cirrus winks, and Aeon's walk to the bus is slow and awkward. They all have the kindness to hold in their laughter until he's out of earshot, but Swiss and Rain both have tears running down their cheeks by the time they calm down.

"Don't break the kid, Cir," Dew says through a cough, wiping his eyes. "I have at least one more ticket for that ride."

"No promises," she grins, eyes sparkling. "Oh he's going to be fun."

That night, Cumulus and Aurora have him together, with Cirrus guiding them all through a very thorough anatomy lesson because Aeon is just so new to all this and has no idea what he's doing, please don't tell anyone:((((. And they're all just so sweet to him, so giving, even after it starts to hurt because they just know he must have so much stuffed inside those tight little balls of his if this is his first time!

They pinky swear not to tell anyone that he cries.

[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.”

[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.” 

[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.

[noahl-art]

Got my color pencils out and doodled soft ghouls for a bit ❤️✨️

Also send me lil scenes/headcanons and I'll try to draw some of them 😌

(yes I have no inspiration at the moment but a urge to draw small domestic stuff)

[thisgrotesquedance]

skeletour turning me into the biggest raintom truther I fear

[ghouley-pop]

[karmicbias]

Here's a gif I haven't seen yet. For Reasons.

[workwithmeman]

I think these two kiss. in my mind they do

[haunted-girlyy]

Phantom, watching a jellyfish documentary with Rain: Jello!

Rain, sighing: no, that's a jellyfish

Phantom, pointing on a red jellyfish: strawberry jello!

Rain: it's a periphylla periphylla

Phantom, ignoring him and pointing on a blue jellyfish: look, blueberry jello!

Rain: ...well, that's an atlantic portuguese man o' war, or also called floating terror...

Phantom: floating blueberry jello

Rain, starting to cry: ...

(when Aether later asks them what they were watching, Phantom says a jello documentary) 🍮

[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]

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑫𝒐𝒈

𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒚 1: 𝒄𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈

Rating: Explicit

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

Tags: cuckolding, transmasc rain, quintessence use/quintosis, dubious consent, oral sex, degradation, feminization, vaginal sex, objectification, creampie, possessive mountain, aeon calls mountain a 'dog' multiple times but there's no pet play.

Words: 7242

Notes: a collab with my dear friend @divine-misfortune; what started as a half-screamed DM turned into a full-ass fic. Sometimes you just have to make Mountain super fucking angry. As a treat.

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 Aeon's unworthy claws, all would be on its way to well.  Or so he thought. 

[thelampisaflashlight]

Mountain, standing by the window to the courtyard: "Sometimes I watch Rain and Dew swimming in the pond like they're animals in an enclosure. Like, 'See the Dewfrog perch upon a rock, watch as he licks his own eyeball to keep it moist like a fucked up lizard...' or, 'Witness the Rainfish drown a some-'...!" -jumps out the window and starts sprinting- "RAIN, YOU STOP TRYING TO DROWN AEON THIS INSTANT-"

[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*

-🪻

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."

[flusskatzen-blog]

Anyone else thinking about how distant or actively hostile the ghouls felt during the Manchester Ritual?

Phantom and Perpetua were actively trying to start shit with each other (and then Perpetua tried to start shit with Rain) during Ritual

Rain was very well behaved and didn't react, but Phant was SQUARING UP while the other ghouls were dead still and restrained during the song.

I think Phantom is struggling the most with the change of Papa. They've never experienced a change of Frontman before.