#aether/aeon

[ghoul-slime]

Ok, but how about Dr. Aether performing hole inspections on all the ghouls returning home from the first leg of tour. He slips on a pair of gloves and is very pleased to find that of all the ghouls, Dew is still nice and tight - just as tight as the day he left, in fact.

Phantom, on the other hand, not so much. He slides a finger inside and is surprised to find him wet and loose. His little bug has clearly been very well-used throughout the tour. And Phantom, sitting there with his legs in the stirrups, completely bare from the waist down, is red-faced and blushing and so very ashamed. He’s sure that Aether is disappointed in him, that he’s going to scold him and tell him that he’s completely let them all down with his bad behavior.

But instead, Aether slips two more fingers inside and tells him what a good boy he’s been. How proud of him he is for clearly servicing their pack so well and so often throughout a long, hard tour. And now, Phantom is lightheaded and blushing at Aether’s praise, so, so proud of himself for doing such a good job. In fact, he’s done such a good job that Aether rewards him with another nice, big cock up his ass right then and there.

[nastylittleghouls]

Aether: You know my motto: Carpe Diem, Carpe Noctem, Carpe Coles Phantom: Seize the day, seize the night and....what's the last one? Aether: Seize the dick

[coffeeghoulie]

16 with phantom + whoever you’d like 👀

thought about Aeon's first time with Aether and got dizzy, so I wrote this. Hope you enjoy!

16) accidental i love you’s during sex 

Rain had laughed when Aeon had confessed to him about wanting to fuck Aether. It hadn’t been cruel, per say. But something had glinted in the depths of Rain’s inky eyes, and he’d wrapped long fingers around their shoulder.

“Oh, little star,” Rain’d said, delighted and wistful all the same. “Aether’s a challenge. He’s, ah. How do I put this. It’s a bitchbreaker.”

Rain had laughed again when Aeon’s eyes went wide like silver dollars. “It’s just a warning, stardust. You told me yourself you weren’t that experienced. Don’t come crying to me when you can’t walk afterwards.”

This warning, of course, did nothing to stop Aeon from accepting Aether’s invitation into his bed. It’s a bit of a blur before Aeon finds themself on their back, lithe legs hooked around Aether’s waist, his body pinning them to the mattress.

“Easy, pup,” he coos, brushing dark hair from Aeon’s forehead. “I’ve got you.”

He’d worked them open painfully slowly, one, two, three, four fingers stretching the walls of their cunt until the slick pooled in Aether’s palm. He hadn’t let them cum, had leaned in to whisper about how badly he wanted to feel them squeeze around him. And that had made Aeon so dizzy there was nothing they could do but nod desperately.

Aether pushes in painfully slowly, and despite nearly getting his whole hand inside them in prep, the stretch still makes Aeon gasp, clinging to Aether’s arms.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Aether groans, a furrow in his brow as he pushes steadily deeper. “If- If you need a moment, just gimme a tap, I know I’m a lot.”

Aeon nods, struggling to keep their eyes focused. Their thoughts are thick and slow like honey, and Aether’s hardly halfway inside. “’m- ‘m good, keep goin’,” they gasp, chest heaving.

“Good boy,” Aether whispers, a boyish smile curling his lips before he’s ducking down to kiss them. The angle changes as he moves, and oh Lucifer, he’s rubbing against something in their cunt that makes all thought impossible, vision whiting out.

The last thing Aeon is able to think coherently is Rain was right. It’s a bitchbreaker, and I’m the bitch.

Aether bottoms out, petting Aeon’s flank as he gives them time to relax around it. “Gonna start moving, pup, you feel divine, sweetheart.”

Aeon keens at the praise, hitching their legs higher around his waist as Aether practically folds them in half. The pace is glacial, but that just means Aeon can feel every inch as Aether carves out a place for himself inside their cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” they moan, their tail curling around Aether’s thigh in an attempt to keep him close.

He just grins, putting a little more force behind the next thrust to make them squeal. “Yeah, good boy? That feel good? You feel full?”

All Aeon can do is nod, baring their throat to him as his cock makes them submit faster than any of the other ghouls have ever made them. Their muscles flutter around him, struggling to accept the intrusion no matter how much Aeon wants it.

“Good boy,” Aether coos, starting to move properly. Aeon swears they can feel him in their fucking throat. They know they’re going to cum embarrassingly fast. But Aether did say he wanted to feel it.

“You’re- you’re in my fucking guts,” Aeon gasps, struggling to keep their eyes open.

Aether nods. “I know, baby. Just hold on and enjoy it.”

A big hand sneaks between them, Aether’s thumb finding the place their bodies meet and playing with their dick. Aeon’s eyes go wide, fingers digging into the meat of Aether’s shoulders. “Oh fuck, Aether, fuck, shit, please, Aeth, I love you-” they gasp.

The world goes white as their orgasm hits them with no notice. Their back arches, clenching down painfully hard around Aether with a cry.

Aeon loses time, then, floating as Aether works them through it. He’s talking, can hear it, but can’t process a single thing.

When they come back to their body, Aeon’s still underneath Aether, cock still buried inside of them. His weight on top of them is a comfort, and Aeon takes a deep breath, shuddering with sensitivity.

Aether’s pressing little kisses across their cheeks and nose, chuffing happily. “Welcome back, stardust,” he whispers, smiling fondly down at them. “You alright?”

Despite the ache starting to settle in their stomach and the backs of their thighs, Aeon nods. “Lucifer fucking below,” they laugh incredulously. “You're perfect. I’m perfect, all green. Lucifer.”

Aether chuffs, reaching up to push a few loose strands back into his mohawk. “You sure are perfect. And I love you too.”

Aeon goes tense, eyes wide. “T-too?” they whisper. “Oh fuck, did I say-?”

He cuts them off with another soft kiss. “You did, sweetheart. It’s alright.”

“Didn’t want to say it like this,” they whine, offering him their throat. “Think your dick made me stupid.”

“It’s okay,” he laughs, petting Aeon’s flank. “It might make you feel better to know that Dew said it for the first time just. Like. This,” he whispers, punctuating each word with a little roll of his hips. “Just don’t tell him I told you, he'll have my head.”

“Don’t stop and I won’t,��� they tease hesitantly, watching for Aether’s reaction. He just grins, gold tooth flashing.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m not going to stop until I’m satisfied or you tap out. Your cunt is divine, and I’m going to indulge.”

Aeon moans, eyes wild, and nods. And Aether keeps his word.

[iamthecomet]

how about some quint on quint? Aeon uses his powers in bedroom all the time and Aether is going to basically overpower him (did Omega do this to Aether at some point?)

No, I do not want to talk about how long I've had this ask in my inbox (almost a year).

1.7k of Aether/Aeon quintessence fucking for your reading pleasure.

Aether feels the first tendrils of Aeon's quintessence as he settles on his belly between Aeon's legs. Aeon threads his hands in the thick hair at the top of Aether's head and Aether feels the tell-tale tingle. Static tapping against his skull. He drags his eyes way from his prize--Aeon spread out in front of him like a feast--and up to Aeon's face. Finds his eyes a startlingly bright shade of amythst. Aether clicks his tongue at him. The quintessence scrapes at the edges of his brain. Insistent. It isn't gentle--Aeon doesn't have that part down yet. Hasn't learned nuance. But he also hasn't found strength, so Aether finds those little whisps of power against his temporal lobe easy to ignore.

"What do you want?" Aether whispers, holding Aeon's gaze. He drags one of his palms up Aeon's skinny thigh, spreading his legs a little more. Aeon's fingers tighten in Aether's hair, he pins his lip between his teeth, and Aether can't help but think it's cute. He wonders if Omega thought the same thing when Aether tried this exact same shit on him. Aether settles in to the bed a little deeper, he flexes his fingers against the meat of Aeon's thigh. Aeon swallows, throat clicking. His cock--inches from Aether's face, twitches. He's so hard already, violet at the tip, shiny with pre. Aether hasn't even touched him--hasn't need to. Aether'd planned to work a few fingers into Aeon, to stretch him open. To take the tip of that ruddy cock in his mouth and make Aeon whine. But he's re-thinking the plan now. Watching the way Aeon tries, and fails, to break into Aether's head. "I'm not as easy as the others," he says. "Won't work on me unless I let it." "Let it," Aeon says. His lower lip shiny with spit, his eyes wild and filled with unrestrained magic. Aether laughs. "If we play this game, you're going to lose." Aeon doubles down, Aether feels it. A hard press at his brain, static slipping in. Working--just a little. He feels the warmth wash through him. He can't tell what Aeon's trying to make him do, there isn't enough for that. And it takes almost nothing, a little flex of his magic, to kick the little ghoul fully out of his head. Aether breaks eye contact, laughs to himself. Aeon doesn't have a chance to ask what Aether's laughing at before the quintessence hits him. He hasn't felt it like this before--hasn't been on the receiving end of it when it's so...controlled. Swiss is sloppy with it, and Aether has never used it on him before--not like this. Aeon feels it everywhere. Digging into his brain, his blood, his bones.

He moans, head tipping back,eyes falling closed, and Aether watches him. Hand inching up his thigh, spreading him wider, watch more pre bead at the tip of his cock.

"You're going to give up? Just like that?" Aeon shudders, his fingers twitch against Aether's scap and Aether feels the paltry little burst of magic before Aether quells it with his own, shuts it down. He pins it down the way he imagines pinning Aeon. A hand on his throat while he fucks him into next week. Aeon goes boneless against the bed, fingers going slack in Aether's hair. Aether shifts up so he can reach up and press two fingers against Aeon's parted lips. "Wet them." And with hazy, lidded, eyes Aeon does. Aether lets him suck on them, petting fingers over Aeon's tongue, pushing them as far back into that warm wet mouth as he can before Aeon starts to choke. Then he pulls them back, glistening and slick, and lets the quintessence drop, eases it away from Aeon until all that's left is the memory of it. Aeon jolts, propping himself further up, looking down at Aether, who's circling Aeon's hole with one of those sopping fingers. "Why'd you stop?" Aether blinks up at him. "You want me to fuck you like that?" Aeon looks at him for a breath, either thinking about it or working up the courage to actually ask for it, then he nods eagerly. "Please." The words are barely out of his mouth before Aether pummels him with magic again and Aeon sags. Head hitting the pillow, groaning, body opening up for Aether in a way that makes his cock pulse against the bed. He moans softly at the sight, dipping the tip of his finger into Aeon's hole and watching the way it twitches around him, pulling him in.

Aether watches. Watches the way Aeon's body goes pliant for him as he fingers him. He presses another finger in and Aeon moans bodily, satisifed. It's so much easier like this, when Aether can funnel his magic to ease the sting, to unclench muscles, to keep Aeon from twitching and writhing and egging him on. All Aeon has any brain power to do is moan. All he can do is feel everything Aether is doing to him, inside and out.

It's so much more intense like this. Aether is everywhere. He's petting his prostate, he's mouthing at his hip bone, his magic is curled so tight around Aeon's spine that he doesn't know how they will ever separate.

He shudders, sinking into sensation, open to it, ready for it. Needing it. He fights a little—not because he wants it to stop but because he wants to feel what it's like to push against magic like this. He wants to feel every ridge of Aether's quintessence. Wants to pet against it—to give Aether something back for all he's given him.

Their magic tangles together somewhere deep in Aeon's chest and Aeon thinks he might cum just from this—from Aether's mouth dragging closer and closer to the base of his cock, and three thick fingers deep inside of him, and this—their magic fusing together around his heart.

"Fuck me," Aeon says, voice rasping, begging. Desperate for more, and what is Aether supposed to do if not give in? Aether pulls back, pulls his fingers out of the hot clutch of Aeon's body and Aeon whimpers at the lose. Eyes flying open, fingers tightening so hard in Aether's hair it hurts.

"Getting lube, hang on," Aether tells him, sending something so soothing it's nearly a sedative down their connection of magic.

Aether pushes up, kneeling on his heels as he slicks himself up, pumping his thick length as he watches Aeon's cock, kick and spit, as he watches Aeon's hole wink at him, clenching around nothing, practically begging for him to stuff it full of something.

Aether groans at the thought and can't help but wonder how much of the magic he feels is him and how much is Aeon pushing back, breaking through.

He presses against him, easing forward, pushing the fat head of his cock against Aeon's hole until it pops in.

Aeon clenches around him as he surges forward, and Aether sees stars. "Satanas, bug. Tight."

Aeon makes a gurgling noise in response, eyes already rolling back, fingers digging hard into Aether's ribs as he reaches for him, pulling him closer.

Aether braces his hands on either side of Aeon's head, looming over him, violet eyes washed out with magic, sensation dialed up to eleven. He tips down to press his forehead against Aeon's. Both of them feeling everything two fold.

Aether's first real thrust is exquisite. He carves a space for himself inside of Aeon's body, feeling the little ghoul part for him, suck him in. And Aether finds he can't look at Aeon's face as he fucks him. Not when Aeon looks up at him like that, fucked dumb from a one thrust and a little quintessence. He drops his gaze instead, to Aeon's narrow chest, to the sparse happy trail, to his cock—trapped between the two of them, already twitching hard against Aether's stomach.

Each pinpointed thrust makes Aeon gasp, whines breaking out over his teeth. Aether can already feel heat building low in his stomach, but it doesn't matter. He can feel how close Aeon is too. And he knows how it is—everything is faster when quintessence is in play.

"Want you cum just like that," Aether pants, driving foward, jolting Aeon up the bed. Thrusts getting rougher and rougher. "Not going to touch you—just—fuck—make you cum from just this."

Aeon nods, dumb, jaw slack. It'll take nothing. It'll take one more rough thrust, one more grind of Aether's stomach against the underside of his cock. One more jab of the head of Aethers' cock over his prostate. One more tiny flex of Aether's magic.

In the end, he doesn't know which of those things actually set him off. Just that one second he's right on the edge and the next he's over it. Squirting all over he and Aether's stomachs. Teeth digging into his cheek to keep from waking up Mountain one room over. He digs his nails hard into Aether's back as he twitches through it, toes curling against the sheets body spasming.

And Aether feels it all. Every ounce of pleasure, every twitch, every clench, and Aeon has barely started to cum when Aether is hurtling over the edge after him. Burying deep into Aeon's body with a growl as he spills inside of him. Magic magnifying their pleasure ten fold, making an echo chamber of it until they're both twitching and overstimulated and Aether is dragging his magic back in, chest heaving, reeling back as to not crush Aeon. He ends up next to him, curling Aeon into his arms, one big hand splayed over Aeon's belly, the other against his face, thumb dragging over tear damp cheeks. "Lucifer, Aeon," Aether pants as they come down, the room quiet except for the sound of their ragged breathing. "Was that—are you alright?"

Aeon looks at him, eyes bright, laughter creasing the corners of them even as pleasured tears still drool from the corners.

"Better than alright" Aeon says a grin dragging at his mouth. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to Aether's bottom lip. His eyes sparkle with something devious that makes Aether's stomach twist. They sit in silence for a moment, darkness settling in over them. Aether's limbs are just starting to get heavy—sleep tugging at him, when Aeon rolls toward him, pillowing his head on Aether's chest. Lips and teeth ghosting over Aether's jaw as he speaks. "When are you going to let me do that to you?"

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Hold me down under holy water

Pairing: Rain/Aeon, starts with Aether/Aeon

Rating: E

Tags: Ovipos, Knotting, magical mishap, accidental cuckolding (sorry aether), light predator/prey, trans!aeon

Summary: A midnight swim turns out to be just the thing Aeon needs after a knot fails to break his first heat.

Ao3

(psst @wrathofrats this is the one I mentioned)

[karmicbias]

Something about the way Phantom is stepping up this tour.

He's not the new kid anymore. And now that Dew's hurt, and with Swiss unable to perform - he starts picking the slack, as he sees it. He honors Omega and Aether's legacies of being that reliable right-hand ghoul even though he misses Cardi, stepping up where V needs him.

More crowd work. Sharing pedal duties with Rain when Dew needs it. Playing the acoustic parts too. Soothing Dew's ankle when the pain is too much.

And everyone loves it. Loves him. How could they not?? He's worked hard on his skills and it shows, and Pride is a sin worth indulging in.

But how much can one Bug put on his wee little shoulders?

[nghoul-cloud]

who cares if im a day late heres a gift for the quintessence ghoul fans

[kllypsooo]

My take on the quintessence ghouls. Closeups + HCs down below

[thelampisaflashlight]

Dew, sniffling and coughing as he walks into the infirmary: "I need one of you to crack my ribcage open like a crab shell and take out all the ye-uck." Aether, not looking up from his paperwork: "I'm not going to practice medicine Maryland style." Delta, getting up from his desk, cracking his knuckles: "I've yearned for this day-" Aeon, stepping in front of Dew holding two pills, a glass of water, and a nasal strip: "Take these with this and put this on in the meantime to help open up your airways." -hands on his hips- "Also, I'm pretty sure I prescribed bedrest for that injury of yours, so either scoot back off to bed or have a lie down here." Dew, sniffs, blinks: "Oh, yeah, right, okay, uh... I'll just lay down here for a while until the medicine kicks in then." -shuffles off- "Thanks, Tom-Tom." Aeon: "Haha, no problem!" Aether, staring, mouth wide open: "H-How... wha...?" Delta, pointing: "How did you do that?? Dew never listens to either of us without a fight!" Aeon, smiling: "I told him if he ever shirked my medical advice or gave me an attitude after I had to take care of him before, that I would invert the vertebrae in his spine and replace the tips of his fingers with his toes." Both: "And that WORKED??" Dew, from his bed, getting comfy: "He explained in enough detail how he'd do it, so I figured I shouldn't fuck with him." Aeon: "Hehe, yeah :)." Aether: "...Jesus Christ."

[haunted-girlyy]

Aether, walking into the kitchen: Ant? Why are you doing the dishes? It's Dew's turn this week, isn't it?

Phantom: yeah...took it on voluntarily for him

Aether, skeptical: Since when do you voluntarily do the dishes?!

Phantom: I guess since Dewdrop has a water gun filled with holy water...

[nastylittleghouls]

Phantom: *pointing* May I sit there? Aether: That's my lap Phantom: That doesn't answer my question, Aether.

[genderlessghoul]

I've been wanting to do this post for a while now so here is EVERYTHING I CAN TELL YOU ABOUT THE GHOULS' IMPERA COSTUMES.

Buckle up because I have a LOT to say about those, this is gonna be a very long one.

The costumes were designed by B Åkerlund, a Swedish costume designer who's worked with Ghost since at least Meliora (that's as far back as I was willing to scroll on her Instagram page lol). B Åkerlund has also worked for many other musical artists such as Lady Gaga, Beyoncé, Madonna, the Rolling Stones, Ozzy Osborne, Blink 182 and Hollywood Undead (information from her own website)

The masks were made by Bob Basset, a visual artists who works a lot with leather. I find his work fascinating, you can look him up on Instagram (nsfw warning, there's a few naked ladies).

Fun fact! The horns are real cow horns. That's the reason some of them have gold tips, to hide the imperfections that come with working with actual horns.

He does have a shop where he sells his items, there's a mask there very similar to the Impera ones. You can also buy Papa's batwings if you happen to have 2500$ lying around!

The jackets are made on the same model as one of Papa's. The back is decorated with a spine-like design made from leather and cording. It's adorned with a few of our classic Impera buttons. Some of the hems were left raw and some deliberate weathering was done to make it look old and worn.

Fun fact! The shoulder pieces are not sewn into the garment, I would assume for easier cleaning. I don't know if they're held by strong magnets or snap buttons.

The vest (my beloved 😩) is made from flocked velvet in a paisley pattern, the front hems embellished with satin piping. It closes in the front with custom metal clasps that are riveted into the garment. The D parts are attached with what seems to me like wide elastic, which would lessen the pression on the clasps when moving around a lot. The back is made from two different types of fabric, I'd have to touch it to be able to tell you what they are. I assume the panels closer to the sides have some mild stretch to them. The top of the shoulders are decorated with Impera grucifix patches.

The shirts were not custom made for the ghouls, altho they were altered. The original shirt in the vintage painter linen shirt from Punk Rave and it is still being sold. Some of the cuffs were altered, removing the ruffles for some of the ghouls, but not all. They were removed for Dew, Mountain and Phantom, Aether's didn't have them either. As far as I can tell, all the ghoulettes still have them.

An unfinished piece of linen serves as an ascot, that piece is decorated with a metal devil skull. The colour of the skull doesn't appear to be consistent between each ghoul, Dew's looks gold almost bronze while Phantom's is a silver-like colour.

Another modification is the buttons, a small portion of them were removed in favor of our Impera buttons. Some of the ghouls have more buttons replaced than others, which is still a mystery to me.

The pants are called Jodhpurs, they were invented in the 1800s as horse riding pants. The wide part at the hips and thighs allowing for better movement. The ones the ghouls wear don't reach all the way to their ankles, they stop a bit past the calf muscle, hidden by the boots. (Yes, the ghouls are effectively wearing capri pants)

The boots are motorcycle riding boots, decorated by a grucifix. Like the shirt, they can still be bought online through the All American Boots website, altho the price tag is... Headache inducing to say the least.

The cape is a piece of costume that was only briefly worn on stage by the ghouls, Aurora being the only one who still wears one. I would assume it gets in the way of playing very easily. The cape itself is made of two fabrics, a light blue satin and a dark grey suede. The two pieces are not sewn together at the bottom, they move freely from each other. The cape is attached on the left shoulder with a harness piece that has one strap across the chest, decorated with a metal buckle, and one under the armpit.

Aight that's it for me, have a nice day byyyyye!!

[tinyluvs]

thinking about voyer!phantom who begs swiss to teach him how to use his quintessence to make himself invisible and then immediately uses it to sneak straight into swiss' room to watch him fuck aurora into his mattress. pretends that the filthy little things he moans into her ear are for him, palms himself in time with swiss' thrusts, eyes focused on where aurora is stretched so tight around him, her slick coating his cock and when swiss tells her to, cum, fucking cum now, phantom floods his pants. swiss won’t ever tell him that he could see him the entire time

voyer!phantom who sits, invisible, on top of bags of soil in the greenhouse watching mountain jerk himself off, grunting and digging his claws into his potting table, almost splitting wood as he fucks his cock through his fist, filling the room with wet sounds and phantom’s cock throbs. he doesn’t touch himself, more than happy to just watch until mountain growls, spilling thick and fast over his fist, cum dripping over the table in front of him. phantom tries to sneak out but mountain stops him in his tracks, huffing, you didn’t cum bug, come back here, now

voyer!phantom who hears aether panting and grunting whilst fingering himself open, in the middle of the night, and almost immediately misuses his quint to mirror the feeling. he’s able to feel aether’s thick fingers stretching him open and pressing sinfully against his prostate. he sinks his fangs into his pillows, muffles his groans as he pushes back on the illusion of aether’s fingers until he’s cumming untouched. he must have imagined aether’s voice in his head, moaning, cum for me bug, yeah just like that, because aether wouldn’t misuse his quint, would he?

𖤐 ghouls masterlist

[fruit-of-the-kaisarion]

fun fact, copia has freckles. i find this so important.

[wolves333]

Have some cak- I mean ghake y'all

[thehypnone]

All That You Can Give

10,4k words • 15 chapters • Rain/Everyone • CWs in chapters where needed, tags that apply to all chapters: Anal Play, Butt Plugs, Cock Cages, Gaping, Object Insertion, Size Queen Rain

Rain is a HUGE (hehehe) size queen. The pack—and others—try his limits for two entire weeks. A.k.a. 10k words of Rain getting weird and big things fucked into his ass.

Notes: Big thank you to @jimothybarnes and @jesusbutbetterrr for helping me toss ideas and all that.

Two disclaimers: 1. Probably none of this is safe and shouldn't be done in real life. Keep in mind that to me this is just a bunch of demons having fun without a care in the world. 2. Some parts may seen like dubious consent or a lack of one when it comes to Rain not exactly knowing what is being done to him, but remember that this is a big pre-planned and pre-discussed scene with all the boundaries properly set and being respected.

Read below or on AO3.

Friday – Aether (Large dildo, anal fisting)

Aether can’t believe his ears at first; though he supposes he shouldn’t be surprised. After all, a ghoul having sex and/or masturbating in the middle of the day—and being obnoxiously loud about it—is not a rare find in the Den by any means. 

He really isn’t thinking when he grabs the handle of Rain’s door and pushes on it; he genuinely wasn’t expecting it to be unlocked, but maybe he should have known better. Rain rarely does anything of sort by accident.

That is why Aether is currently standing with his mouth slightly agape, staring at the water ghoul violently riding a massive dildo.

He’s naked on the floor, with a puddle of slick and lube around him, bouncing up and down all sweaty and blissed out. Rain doesn’t even notice the intrusion at first, too busy splitting himself open—it’s when he catches a glimpse of Aether in the mirror in front of him that the water ghoul squeezes his eyes shut, slams himself all the way down on his toy one more time and all but screams as he cums.

Aether is still frozen (or rather enamored) as he waits for Rain to come down from his high, though his cock is anything but; already rock hard.

“Enjoyed the show?” the water ghoul breathes out a minute later, clumsily propping himself up on his hands.

“Yeah, uh–I’m sorry, I–the door was, uh…” Aether starts babbling out an apology, but it fades into yet another wave of complete shock to wash over him when Rain stands up. His dildo stays suctioned to the floor as he slips off of it, finally revealing the true size of it. “Oh, my god.”

“Got myself a new toy,” Rain explains innocently, with a cute little smile on his face, “you like it?”

“Rain, that–that is the size of my whole fucking arm,” Aether mumbles, chuckling a little at the end as if in complete disbelief. He knew Rain was a size queen, of course he did, but THAT?

Meanwhile the water ghoul only looks between the arm in question and the toy, as if comparing.

“Yeah, close enough,” he giggles. Then, as if intending to doom Aether entirely, Rain unceremoniously bends over to pick the toy up; in the process showing off just how stretched open and ruined his asshole is. The quintessence ghoul can’t contain himself any longer.

He slams the door shut behind himself—flipping the lock—and pounces on the other. He grabs Rain by the hips and throws him onto the bed before leaning heavily against his back.

“Tell me I can,” Aether all but begs, panting into Rain’s ear, “tell me I can do whatever I want to you.”

“Yes,” the water ghoul moans, unaware of just what he’s agreeing to, but still being in all for it. The other hums in satisfaction, with a needy tone to it, and with no more preamble gathers his fingers together and shoves his hand right into Rain’s hole.

“Oh, fuck,” Rain gasps, getting all air punched out of him. He drops his head down onto the bed, pushes his hips out higher and revels in the feeling of getting his guts rearranged. Aether can’t tear his eyes away from where his wrist is disappearing in the water ghoul’s asshole; the way he can barely clench around him. 

He doesn’t intend on making Rain cum; he only wants to play with him, see what he can take and for how long—find out what fun he can have with him. 

“You alright?” he has half a mind to ask.

“Uh-huh,” Rain groans into the bed, “‘S good. Keep goin’.”

Aether pauses at that; keep going, Rain says. He didn’t intend to take it further than his hand, at least not now, but with this sweet encouragement…

The quintessence ghoul smirks curls his finger into a fist inside the other, earning himself a pleasured whine. Aether pulls back a little, until the bones of his wrist catch on Rain’s rim, then pushes back in. He pushes, and pushes, and pushes, listening as Rain’s moans get louder the more he’s being stretched, and the deeper he gets. It’s obscene.

His eyes widen as the water ghoul’s rim reaches the bottom of his elbow; he truly can’t believe Rain is letting him do that, and even more that he’s actually taking it. So well, too.

“Oh, I really can’t wait to see what else I can fit into you,” he whispers; both a threat, and a promise.

Rain has always had a thing for being objectified and used while getting stuffed full. His fantasies often revolve around not getting a say in what gets inserted into him; only being able to call red and tap out if he needs to (though he doubts he’d ever get even close to that). Despite all that, he could never really bring himself to ask for it—sure, he’d beg to get knotted all the time and to have the biggest toys, or multiple, used on him, but he never really explained his true desires to anyone.

Up until now; until Aether, who is not going to keep it a secret.

Monday – Omega (Hand job, objectification)

Rain has woken up to a message on his phone that left no room for interpretation: he was told to lube up his ass and meet Omega in his office.

The water ghoul wasted no time; he followed the instructions and made his way over to the infirmary—on only slightly shaky legs and with only slightly tented pants. When he reached Omega’s office he knocked on the door politely.

“Come in,” came the quintessence ghoul’s gravelly voice, so come in Rain did.

“Hi,” he muttered his awkward greeting.

“I talked with Aether yesterday,” Omega started, not looking up from the piece of paper he was writing on. His voice sent a shiver down Rain’s spine; or rather the implication that the quintessence ghoul was making.

“Oh…”

“He told me some really fun stuff, you know,” he finally looked up, “and brought me something, once I’ve shown interest.

“What did–oh.”

Rain’s face started to truly burn as Omega showed him his own cock cage and a butt plug—custom made just for him to be able to lock together and to his tail. When did Aether even steal them from his room?

“Did you do what I told you to?” Omega asked.

Rain nodded and that is how he has found himself in his current position; face down with probably a dozen pens sticking out of his ass.

A pen holder, Omega said. And here he is.

For the past…Lucifer knows how long, Rain has been kneeling on the floor just by Omega’s desk with his hips pushed all the way up. The quintessence ghoul started with one pen, then kept adding more every few minutes until Rain felt nothing but the stretch of his rim; his cock hanging heavily between his legs and leaking a steady stream of precum onto the floor.

At one point the water ghoul hears a pen being put down on Omega’s desk and expects it to be changed for one of those currently in him again, but that doesn’t happen. Instead, the quintessence ghoul sits back in his chair and leans down to take a look at the puddle of precum that’s formed between Rain’s legs. 

He hums in acknowledgement and starts pulling the pens out of the water ghoul’s ass one by one. He’s not empty for long, because the cold metal plug takes the space a moment later, startling him a little. Rain groans, feeling and hearing Omega fiddle with the top lock attached to the plug; the one meant for his tail. The second one is to be connected with the cage and the water ghoul silently prays that he doesn’t get it put on before he gets to have his last orgasm of the near future.

When he’s done locking the plug, Omega prompts Rain to stand up. He pats his thigh, “C’mere.”

Rain obliges, sitting down on the quintessence ghoul’s leg, with his own in the middle. Omega tuts and grabs one of Rain’s own thighs to pull it over his knee, so that he’s straddling him, instead of sitting sideways. It makes the plug push deeper inside him and rub on his prostate. Omega chuckles when he notices the wince on Rain’s face and another spurt of precum from his cock.

“Alright, I got you,” he mutters before wrapping his massive hand around Rain’s length. He moans at the touch, unable to keep himself from bucking up into it.

“Thank you,” he gasps, grinding back onto the plug and up into Omega’s fist. It takes no more than three strokes for the water ghoul to cum with a choked off shout; spilling over Omega’s knuckles.

He lets go of his dick almost immediately to wipe his hands and grab the chastity cage that has been waiting on his desk. Still lost in his high, Rain doesn’t even realize it’s about to be put on him.

Omega pulls his cock and balls through the base ring of the chastity cage. The water ghoul hisses at the coldness of it on his sensitive flesh when the other fastens it all together with a loud click. Then he pushes Rain to stand up, reaches between his legs for the second lock of the specially designed plug and clasps to the bottom of the cage, and he is fully trapped.

“For the next two weeks you are nothing more than a toy to be passed around, got it?” Omega rumbles as he leans down to pull the other's pants up. “Neither is the cage coming off, nor is the plug coming out during that time, only exception being playtime. Understood, Rain?”

The water ghoul nods, shaking a little where he stands.

“Good. Now off you go, I need to get back to work.”

So go Rain does, as there’s nothing else that can be done—Omega didn’t give him the keys to his contraption, and even if he did, Rain wouldn’t dare break the rules. He assumes the keys are going to be passed around just as he is.

Oh, he can not wait for this delicious torture.

Tuesday – Zephyr (Hole inspection, recording, humiliation)

Out of all the ghouls that Rain has expected to be handed the keys to his chastity next, it wasn’t Zephyr; though he knows he’s not going to complain when the air ghoul dangles them before his face, smirking.

“I heard there’s fun to be had with you,” they purr as they knock their cane against Rain’s calves, inviting him into their bedroom. The water ghoul doesn’t say anything—he doesn’t know what he could say, he’s just extremely horny and aching behind the bars of his cock cage.

Zephyr shuts the door behind them and guides Rain to sit on their bed. He doesn’t know what to do with himself, so he just sits there, with his hands folded in his lap. The air ghoul sits down next to him and pats the top of their thighs. “Lay down. C’mon, show me that pretty bubble butt.”

Rain whimpers through his teeth at their words as he obliges, lowering his pants and laying across Zephyr’s lap. His caged cock falls between their legs and the water ghoul wishes he were free to fuck Zephyr’s thighs and cum right there. 

Instead, he buries his face in their bedding as they carefully unlock the plug and ease it out of him. It’s been over thirteen hours since Omega has put it in; it feels strange to suddenly be empty.

“Pretty,” Zephyr mutters, hooking their fingers into Rain’s stretched rim and playing with it, inspecting him. He feels exposed to the core. “Now get on the floor and present for me.”

The water ghoul slides down from their lap and pathetically curls up on the ground before leaning forward and sticking his ass up. There’s nothing below him to support him, not even a carpet under his knees—he will be aching later.

“Good,” Zephyr praises simply and…nothing happens. But only for a short moment—Rain can hear the other doing something: a squeak of something rubbing against lacquered wood and then a pop.

The water ghoul knows it was Zephyr taking off the rubber ferrule of their cane when they put the rest of it in his asshole. Rain grunts as the tip bumps against his prostate, sending a shiver down his spine.

Zephyr doesn’t speak as they push their cane deeper and deeper, as if seeing just how much of it Rain can take. It’s driving him crazy—the feeling of getting prodded from the inside like this—but it’s not that which will ruin him.

No, it’s when the air ghoul starts to speak that Rain realizes just how fucked he is.

“You would love for people to just come up to you, bend you over and stick the first thing that comes to mind inside you, you dirty slut, wouldn’t you?” Zephyr rumbles.

Rain doesn’t reply.

Rain gets his guts punched by the cane in punishment.

“I asked you a question. Would you beg for it?”

“Yes…” he cries out; his face burning.

“What would you beg for?” the air ghoul asks and this time the other knows not to leave them without an answer.

“F–for everyone to…use me.”

Zephyr scoffs, “that’s vague.”

“I want–want everyone to use me,” his body is starting to shake, “and–put things into me like I’m–I’m…”

“Like you’re what?”

Rain all but sobs, “A junk drawer! Or a–a trash can.”

Zephyr laughs at how pathetic the ghoul at his feet is and it’s cruel and makes Rain feel like he’s truly burning into ash from embarrassment. There, he said it—he wants to be treated like an object that gets other objects put inside him for no purpose other than making him feel dirty and violated and stretched and ruined.

The water ghoul drops his head against the floor and gasps when Zephyr pulls their cane out of him, only to shove it back even further in.

“What do we say?”

“Thank you.”

Little does Rain know that the air ghoul is, in fact, recording the whole thing—very much including, if not highlighting, all the words they’ve just exchanged.

Later, the video is going to stealthily be sent to a sizable group chat (where currently, for the purposes of this prolonged scene, Rain is blocked).

An invitation.

Wednesday – Sunshine, Aurora (Spanking)

“Well? What is it?” Aurora coos, thrusting the…something deeper inside Rain. He’s supposed to guess, but fuck, it could be anything.

“A pen?”

Sunshine makes a noise supposed to mimic one an incorrect buzzer would make. “Wrong.”

The other ghoulette twists the object, making sure to rub it around Rain’s rim, and the feeling gives him an idea. “B–brush! Makeup brush!”

“Yes! Bravo,” Aurora giggles, while Sunshine claps. The brush gets pulled out of the water ghoul’s ass, but is quickly replaced with something else. “What is it now?”

Rain groans, trying to get the feel of it, but it’s very thin; thinner than the makeup brush. He knows what the girls want him to do and when Sunshine slaps him lightly on the back of his thigh to hurry him up.

With his face burning in shame—and much pleasure—Rain clenches, eliciting quiet moans at the sight from Sunshine and Aurora. Whatever’s inside him is thin and smooth, but widens a bit irregularly at the base. There’s something more to it brushing against his cheek, but only on one side, so…

“A heel? Like of a shoe?” he breathes out, pretty confident about his guess.

“It is!” Sunshine confirms; Rain sighs in relief. The heel gets pulled out and replaced with something new again.

“What’s that, Rainy?” Aurora asks. It’s thicker and not perfectly round, with quite a bit of texture on one side; and the water ghoul is pretty sure it’s covered. That would mean it’s something daily-use, because the condom definitely isn’t there for Rain’s sake.

He thinks and thinks and nothing comes to him and–

“Come on, that one’s easy,” Sunshine slaps him again; harder, this time, and right on his ass.

Rain moans as Aurora pushes it deeper in, giving him a feel of the length of the object—and pointedly rubbing it against his prostate in the process. The textured side is very specific and it finally clicks. “It’s a TV remote…I think?”

“Damn, he’s good,” the smaller ghoulette giggles.

“Yeah, he’s got that experience,” Sunshine agrees, taking over behind Rain and switching out the object inside him again. “Good luck with that one.”

Something gets pushed inside him and it’s not very wide, but it’s completely flat and a little pliable. He has no clue.

Whichever ghoulette is holding it, is pushing it deeper and deeper in without stopping or pulling it back at all—it must be really long. Rain can feel it folding inside and filling him.

It’s only the distinct sound of a creaking leather and a rattle of metal that sparks the idea.

“A belt,” he mumbles, “it gotta be a belt, right?”

“I’m honestly impressed,” Aurora says and the belt gets pulled out—it’s strange to feel it unravel and slip out like that. Rain shivers at it, and then all but jumps out of his skin when the next thing gets pressed against his hole.

“Fuck, that’s cold!” he whines, involuntarily clenching on the object. 

“Whoops,” Aurora giggles.

The water ghoul’s brain turns off for a second at the feeling, but soon enough he remembers what he’s supposed to do. He tries to focus and think about what could be so cold…glass, but it’s definitely not glass. Not plastic, either. It feels most like metal, so that’s his guess.

But a metal what?

What metal of such thickness could the girls get? It’s not in a condom so it must be something cleanable. It’s pretty smooth and straight, too, only at the end it’s…

“Is it a fucking crowbar?” The water ghoul doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Yeah!” 

Rain groans in disbelief,  “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Nope,” Sunshine tuts, then pats him—gently this time—on the ass, “but you’ve scored five out of five points!”

“Congratulations to me…”

Thursday – Mountain (Suspension, gags)

Mountain is quite busy with all the plants around the Abbey this time of year—he barely has time for sleep, let alone entertaining horny sluts all day. Rain should’ve known and avoided the earth ghoul for that exact reason, because there’s nothing more dangerous than Mountain with too much power, and too little time.

Alas, he got snatched by the other at the earliest convenience; which surprised, scared, and excited him all at once.

“Thought you wouldn’t…take part in this,” Rain admits as the earth ghoul leads him into his main greenhouse with a gentle—at least for now—hand on the small of his back. “Thought you’re too busy.”

“I am busy,” Mountain rumbles, “but some opportunities just can’t be passed up on, can they?”

The water ghoul doesn’t answer as the glass door shuts behind them. Mountain walks on, leaving Rain by the entrance mildly confused.

“What are–” he’s about to ask, but something starts slithering up his leg, then, startling him. It’s a vine controlled by the earth ghoul; a couple more surround him. “Uh-oh.”

“I have actually found a perfect use for you,” Mountain laughs, watching his vines coil around the other’s limbs. Rain opens his mouth to say something again, but one of the plants suddenly stuffs his mouth like a gag—the water ghoul can do absolutely nothing as the vines wrap all around him and, once he is safely secured, lift him up and suspended him in the air in a curled face-up position. “You can keep me company and hold things for me while I work.”

Hold…things?

Content with Rain’s position, Mountain hums and makes the vines freeze, getting the water ghoul all but stuck up there in this embarrassing arrangement as he turns to fiddle with some tools and pots. For a few minutes Rain thinks this is just going to be it—that his torture was going to be not getting anything inside him (except for the plug already there, of course, but he’s gotten so used to it that it doesn’t count in his mind).

He is wrong.

Having apparently made up his mind about the water ghoul’s fate, Mountain goes up to him and unceremoniously pulls his pants down over the curve of his ass, just enough to gain access to his hole. 

“Oh, they really got you all locked up,” he laughs, making Rain go flush. He fishes out the keys to the plug from his pocket and eases it out of him once it’s unlocked, leaving the water ghoul completely empty for another few moments.

Some painfully long minutes pass as Rain waits for Mountain to finish contemplating something over his work bench. He turns back to him, once that’s done; the water ghoul can’t see anything due to his position, but soon enough he feels something dry and rough-surfaced being pushed into him.

He thinks it’s safe to assume it to be a wooden handle of some kind of a gardening tool. He’d moan if not for the vine shoved down his throat; instead he only gurgles on it pathetically.

Right, Mountain doesn’t have time to actually play with him, but using him to hold his tools close as he works is certainly convenient—and definitely entertaining as well.

So there Rain hangs, with gardening shears in his asshole.

Friday – Cowbell (St. Andrews Cross)

Cowbell is a strange fucking ghoul.

Whenever he gets someone down into his dungeon for sex they know they’re in for some weird shit. That’s not a flaw by any means—no, that is exactly what people go to him for and he truly enjoys his reputation as a freak; both sex wise and other.

Rain knew Cowbell would get in line to play with him as soon as he heard about the scene happening—and here they are, indeed.

“So I’m fifth, huh?” Cowbell asks, though it’s more of a rhetorical question. Still, Rain nods from where he’s tied to a St. Andrew’s cross upside down. All the blood pooled in his head makes him dizzy with the movement. “Yeah, so I was thinking what I could do to you that you never had before and that you’ll never get again.”

“Uhhuh,” Rain mumbles dumbly in acknowledgement.

“And I was thinking of some crazy stuff, right?” Cowbell sighs, “But then I realized I could put something into you that’s not really crazy, but just…I don’t know, but I finally got an idea and I’m pretty sure it’s fucking original.”

“Does it beat a crowbar?” Rain asks slowly, as if drugged; he feels like it. “Or shears?”

Cowbell laughs loudly, “Damn, they got you good! That’s some nice ones, really, I don’t know if I’m beating it.”

The ghoul gets up from the wooden chair he’s been sitting on and circles it, caressing the back of it. “But I’ll have my fun with ya regardless.”

Rain shudders as Cowbell grabs something and approaches. Surprisingly, he crouches in front of his first and smears something on the water ghoul’s naked chest; he’s too out of it to care and he’s enjoying it.

Only then does the other turn around to grab something else—two somethings—and get to the main event of their evening. “Alright, let’s see if you’re as good at this as the rumour has it.

With that, Cowbell slides the first item into Rain’s open asshole. It’s long and thick and settles in nicely, filling the water ghoul in that perfect way. He clenches on it and moans quietly.

“Oh, I think you’re even better,” the other hums. He pushes on the first item a little bit with something else, then, until the second object’s base pops into Rain’s ass. He’s full beyond measure and the fact that whatever he got put into and onto him is heavy makes it all infinitely better.

“Damn, aren’t you a sight like this?” Cowbell sighs when he steps back to admire Rain—or his artwork, rather. He dims the lights and grabs a camera.

But indeed Rain is; upside down on a cross with his cock caged, an inverted pentacle drawn in dark red on his chest, and a baphomet statue mounted on a candle sticking out of his ass to be perfectly displayed between his legs.

“Yeah, that will make a real nice poster to jerk off to. Will get us a fortune, too.”

Saturday – Copia (Semi-public)

Being one of the more responsible and level headed ghouls, Rain is often chosen by Papa to accompany him when he leaves the Abbey. The reasons range from important Clergy events to a quick grocery store run for Copia’s favorite snacks; that’s why the water ghoul isn’t surprised to receive another invitation.

What does surprise him, though, when he gets into the passenger seat, is the condom pulled over the gear shift knob of Copia’s personal car.

“You didn’t think I’d pass up the opportunity, did you?” The man winks at him and Rain curses all the confidence he’s gained over the last couple of years. Not really, of course—it only means more opportunities.

It should be Rain’s personal motto at this point, shouldn’t it?

“I actually do need to run some errands first, so buckle up,” Copia chuckles and starts the car. The water ghoul obliges, swallowing thickly as the man turns on some cheerful music, too, and drives away from the Abbey without a care for the condom under his hand as he switches the gears.

Rain actually forgets about it as well when they reach Copia’s destination — a grocery store — and get in to grab whatever the man needs. It takes a little while and the water ghoul has always had a thing for shopping like that, so he’s enjoying himself.

Once they’re done, they pack the groceries in the trunk and–

“Loosen the belt for me, will you?” that reminds Rain of the other part of this trip.

He unbuckles his belt obediently and remains still as Copia reaches down his pants right there in the parking lot to fiddle with his plug. He unlocks it and pulls it out between Rain’s cheeks just to quickly shove it in his pocket.

“There we go, we can drive back home now,” he mutters with a gentle, yet menacing smile and gestures for Rain to get back into the car. As soon as both doors shut, Copia throws another order at him, “Pants off.”

The water ghoul wiggles out of them as quickly as possible in the tight space of the passenger seat. Once they’re off he throws them into the back and looks at Copia for the next instruction. 

“Well? Hop on,” the man encourages, patting Rain’s thigh.

The water ghoul is slightly confused, though. “Don’t you need it to drive?”

“No, you silly ghoul,” Copia chuckles, “I can make it automatic.”

Right.

Rain nods and returns an awkward smile before clumsily throwing a leg over onto Copia’s side, though he’s got no idea how the man wants it to work.

“No, facing the dashboard,” he corrects him, “I want to watch your pretty ass bounce on it.”

“Fuck…” Rain lets out under his breath. There is no denying he finds it all incredibly hot. He turns around and leans forward onto the dashboard a little bit to try and sink down onto the gear knob as gracefully as possible. Which is not at all, but it feels good all the same as it pops into him.

Both Copia and the water ghoul groan as he fully sits on the knob and wiggles a little to adjust to its shape and size. 

“Ride it a little for me,” the man all but pleads. Rain obliges, lifting himself up and dropping down gently, then again, and again, making Copia pant with need as he watches.

“Don’t focus on me too much,” Rain, interrupting himself with a moan, “don’t wanna cause an accident.”

“That would be hard to explain to the police, eh?”

Sunday – Chain (Tenatcles)

There are more ghouls living at the Abbey than most are aware of. One of them in particular keeps to himself so much that some ghouls haven’t seen him for years—the exception for him are water ghouls as he spends most of his time in the lake.

It was River that caught Rain this morning and whispered into his ear that Chain wanted to meet him. He blushed deeply when he realized that the entire Abbey must know all about his sexual endeavours by now; if it reached even Chain, that means everyone knows. On the one hand he was painfully embarrassed, but on the other…well, it can only mean more opportunities, no?

With that in mind, Rain goes outside and down to the lake. When he gets close enough for the ghoul in the water to sense him, the surface of the lake starts to ripple and a moment after Chain pokes his head out.

“There you are,” he chirps, flashing his serrated, razor sharp teeth. “Come into the water, little one, let me have you.”

Rain’s stomach flips at that. He undresses, lets go of his glamor and dives in; one of his legs is immediately grabbed by something. The water ghoul looks around, trying to find Chain, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

The only thing that’s there is the meaty tentacle wrapped around his ankle and the other one that’s rising from the bottom of the lake—to do the same, presumably. Right, Chain is probably going to stay hidden and watch the tentacles he controls wreck Rain for him.

His plug and cage are still locked with no prospect of being removed anytime soon, which makes the water ghoul wonder—but not for long as he gets effectively distracted by more tentacles rising to meet him.

There are two around Rain’s legs now, one around his waist, another two around his arms and one more splayed across his neck and chest for good measure. He floats peacefully, awaiting Chain’s next move.

It comes from behind him; he can’t see the tentacle getting closer until its thin tip starts wiggling into him next to the plug already settled there. With his eyes squeezed against the overwhelming stretch, Rain doesn’t notice another few in front of him.

When the tip of the small tentacle in his ass drags over his prostate, the water ghoul’s lips fall open in a moan—Chain takes this opportunity to shove a thick one right into his mouth and down his throat, making Rain choke on it.

Tears gather in his eyes, but it makes no difference in the water.

Chain isn’t done yet—far from it. He makes another small tentacle brush against the tip of Rain’s cock where it’s exposed by the cage. Once it finds the opening, it wiggles into his urethra, making him scream silently.

There are four more tentacles, though. If Rain weren’t so fucked out he’d probably put the two and two together, but alas—he only does once both sets of his gills are stuffed, too.

Chain’s got every fuckable hole of his; Rain can’t say he’s complaining.

Each tentacle keeps moving, undulating, pressing further in and pulling back, and it’s driving Rain to the point of insanity.

He has to visit Chain more often.

Monday – Cirrus (Objectification, Piss)

Rain knew it was time for Cirrus to wreck him when he was invited to watch a movie with her one night. She said there would be drinks and that they would have loads of fun, which was a threat as clear as day.

They meet in the kitchen, prepare their drinks, and go to the commons. When Rain goes to sit next to her on the couch, though, Cirrus tuts, making him turn and look at her in confusion. She points to a puff in front of her, the one he’s assumed was going to be a leg rest for the ghoulette. Apparently not.

“Bend over that,” she orders. “You can have the drink, that’s why I gave you the straw.”

Right.

The water ghoul sets the drink before the puff and bends over it obediently. He’s not opposed in the slightest to watching the movie like that; he’s actually quite excited for it.

Once he’s in position he takes a sip of his drink; it’s really good. Cirrus leans over from the couch, then, and Rain—as he has for the past seven days—gets his pants pulled down and his plug unlocked and taken out.

He nearly jumps when the ghoulette presses something freezing cold against his asshole.

“Shhh,” she coos, pushing it in, “stay still or you’re gonna spill it.”

“It’s–fuck, really cold,” Rain whines.

Cirrus laughs, “I know, you saw me put ice cubes in it. I don’t like my alcohol warm.”

It’s her fucking drink.

“Now be a good cup holder and shut up, I’m starting the movie.”

The water ghoul groans as the words make heat bloom in his belly, contrasting with the cold glass in his hole. For a few moments he can’t focus on anything but that, even though the film is already playing—it’s only when he gets used to the temperature that he decides to try and figure out what they’re watching. He supposes he can get to his drink, too, if it’s there anyway.

Like that, an hour passes.

Rain’s drink is long gone and he realizes that it might’ve been a mistake to down it all when he feels how full his bladder has gotten.

“Cir, I need to pee,” he groans.

“Too bad,” she grumbles in a tone making it clear that she doesn’t want her enjoyment of the film to be risked, “the movie’s not done.”

Whining and wiggling his hips to try and relieve some of the pressure on his bladder, Rain realizes what the puff is covered in: an absorbent, leak-proof blanket meant for messy sex.

It was Cirrus’ plan all along to make him piss himself like this. That means she is not going to let him up and go to the bathroom anytime soon. And that, in turn, means that he can either call—pun unintended—yellow, or do what she wants of him.

Rain is not a quitter, so with a pained groan he lets go, soiling the protective blanket to a point where he doubts the puff under it is safe. Cirrus doesn’t comment on that, keeping her attention on the movie.

The water ghoul supposes that’s what he ought to do, too. It’s not done yet, after all.

Tuesday – Mist

When Mist showed up to join the fun, Rain went pale from the horny fear and all the blood rushing to his poor, caged dick. As always, his old teacher’s expression and intentions remain unguessable as she leads him through the Abbey’s corridors.

Finally, they reach the band wing and the rehearsal room. Yet another time Rain finds himself here for…not exactly musical reasons. He thinks he might just accidentally decondition his brain.

“Wait one second for me, alright?” Mist asks as she locks the door and turns to the storage; Rain can only nod a little dumbly. He reaches down to try to adjust his aching cock but there is just no way for him to be comfortable with that damn cage on. The plug he’s well used to, but the cage? That’s the real challenge of this scene.

A moment later the ghoulette emerges with a bass in hand—the older white Jazz he played in the early days of his time touring. With not many words, as usual, Mist rests the bass against one of the amps along the edge of the faux stage and turns back to stare at Rain like a true predator. He shivers.

“How do you want me?” he asks as she stalks up to and behind him.

“Bent over that amp,” Mist orders. The other shudders in excitement and obliges, shimmying his pants off as he goes and taking his spot next to the bass. 

Rain’s jaw quite literally drops when it hits him that no, the bass most likely isn’t there for decoration…Mist notices his realization and chuckles.

“C’mon, I know you always wanted to fuck it,” she teases with a wink, “I’ve seen the way you could barely resist the urge to grind against it when the adrenaline got high.”

Well, she is not wrong…

“Bet you didn’t think this is how it would happen, though, hm?”

Rain still isn’t sure what this means, but considering the circumstances he’s starting to get really worried for his ass. 

Mist gets closer and he hears the telltale jingle of the keys to his chastity. The ghoulette swiftly unlocks the plug and pulls it out of him—for the sake of his sanity Rain drops his head and closes his eyes then.

Then, he hears the click the steel strings always make against the frets when the bass is grabbed by the neck. Mist steps up behind him and her knees crack as she kneels beside him.

Just as the silence gets interrupted by a buzz of let go strings, Rain suddenly gets filled with the cold, smooth, lacquered horn of his old bass. He groans in pleasure and barely fights the urge to fuck himself back onto it.

“It’s a shame the headstock wouldn’t work,” Mist sighs as if lost deep in her own fantasy. “Maybe next time when it’s time for maintenance I can take off the pegs and try it.”

Rain moans both at the implication of her words—just the concept of it—and the bass stretching him and gliding against his prostate. It has no right feeling this good and he’s already thinking about getting some new glass toys for himself.

Mist, though, is still relentlessly trying to make the other lose his mind, “I wonder which fret we’d have to stop at.”

Wednesday – Cumulus (Semi-public, Rimming)

Rain really did think that Cumulus’ invitation to cook and bake with her on a peaceful evening was genuine and with no hidden intentions.

He couldn’t be more wrong, he realizes, as the ghoulette pushes yet another vegetable into him—a thick zucchini this time. Damn the earth ghoul magic for making them all so big.

“You know, I can never decide which vegetables I need for a dish,” Cumulus complains, “and how much. And then I end up with too much, courtesy of Mountain, and I hate seeing them go to waste. You know?”

“Uh-huh,” Rain agrees, nodding dumbly. He’s bent over the counter with his head nearly all the way in an open cabinet while the ghoulette sits on a barstool behind him and…well, has her fun with him.

It feels like ages as she fucks him; it’s already been ages. Cumulus started with a carrot, went through a banana and a cucumber, and now they’re here, on a fat fucking zucchini.

Finally, though, she pulls the vegetable out of the water ghoul and he breathes a sigh of relief when she speaks.

“Alright, that’s enough for now,” then comes the familiar weight of his plug, “we do have to actually make dinner. And dessert.”

Rain breathes out a sigh of relief, nodding at the ghoulette. She helps him pull his pants up, pats him on the ass and they get to cooking, as if nothing strange at all has just happened. It gives the water ghoul a bit of a whiplash. 

Cook—and then bake—they do, indeed, and it’s so much fun that Rain actually forgets about the scene altogether. It’s only when everything is finished and ready to put away, and the dishes cleaned, that Cumulus reminds him of it.

“C’mon, sweetie, bend over for me again,” she coos, pushing gently at the small of his back, “I want to taste your sweet little ass, can I?”

As if Rain could ever say no to getting his ass eaten by Cumulus, the demon queen of rimming. She can get anyone she wants to spread their legs for her.

So, for a second time today, the water ghoul leans over the counter and gets exposed—offering himself up for Cumulus to do whatever she wants with him. She forgoes the chair this time, simply standing behind him and planting her small hands on Rain’s cheeks to spread him.

“Oof, we did you good, all of us, didn’t we?” He can feel her breath on himself. “So stretched.”

“Please, Lussy…”

“Yes, yes, I know. One second, sweetie.”

With his face hidden in his arms, Rain can’t see what Cumulus is doing, but her hands are on his ass again in no time. Next, as promised, comes her devious tongue and the water ghoul moans loudly as she licks him.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this.”

“I know,” she giggles, but then pulls away entirely, eliciting a sad whine from Rain. She doesn’t comment on it.

Instead, she grabs something from the bowl of dirty cooking utensils next to her.

“Oh, this one could be fun!” she says once she makes her pick. Cumulus wastes no time in pushing it into his asshole; Rain moans. It’s round, but textured vertically all around and feeling hollow. It feels weird, like nothing he’s ever had inside him.

“What is it?”

“Inside you? Oh, it’s just the whisk, sweetie,” the air ghoulette provides, as if having a fucking whisk in his ass is nothing out of the ordinary. He definitely gets whiplash this time and Cumulus makes it even worse with her next words. “It has some whipped cream on it. Your ass is already perfect, but there’s no harm in making it sweeter, is it?”

Rain wants it both to end and last forever.

Thursday – Ivy (Objectification)

Ivy catches Rain in the rehearsal room, where the water ghoul is making a good use of his evening by practicing, enjoying himself. Little does he know that Ivy has the keys to his contraption in his pocket and very much intends to use them.

“Wanna help me with something?” the earth ghoul asks, leaning against the door.

“Sure, whaddya need?” Rain says sweetly as he puts his bass away before getting up.

“Oh, you know, I just wanted to play a little,” Ivy hums, climbing the stairs to the drumset, “but the stick bag isn’t here.”

That’s when it hits Rain; the fact that this isn’t innocent in the slightest. He should’ve known.

“Where do you want me?” he asks and follows the other up to the platform. Ivy smirks and points to the left of the chair.

“I’ll be right back,” the earth ghoul says and disappears, presumably to fetch some sticks. Rain clenches his jaw and gets on his hands and knees while the other is gone, not having any fight in him after those ten days. Eleven, technically.

It’s not that he’s not enjoying all of this anymore—of course, not, he is very much still enjoying it and he doesn’t want to stop it, but the exhaustion of the desperation is setting in. Besides, he’s going to end up being treated like an object anyway, so why pretend not to like it by struggling?

By the time Ivy returns, Rain is in position: ass up, presenting with his head resting gently on his hand. A pose well practiced.

The earth ghoul makes a pleased noise low in his throat at the sight and an even happier one when he sits on the chair behind the drums and pulls Rain’s pants down over the curve of his ass. 

“Nice,” Ivy mutters and gets to unlocking the plug and all that. The water ghoul comfortably zones out as he waits for the drumsticks to fill him. “Ready?”

“Mhm,” he hums; barely audible, and moans when Ivy thrusts the first stick into him. Rain closes his eyes and counts in his mind as the other adds more drumsticks one by one…though the water ghoul ends up losing count.

He gets startled a little when Ivy actually starts playing—after all that was a genuine intention of his—but the loud noise and vibrations actually lull Rain back into his zone after a while.

The next thing he knows is a sound standing out among the music; one of wood splitting. 

“Ah, damnit,” Ivy mumbles under his breath and Rain hears the clatter of the broken drumstick somewhere behind him. Then there’s a hand on his ass and the earth ghoul speaks to him, “You good down here?”

“Uh-huh,” he nods against the floor.

“Good. I broke a stick

“That’s not good,” Rain slurs.

“No, it’s not,” Ivy sighs, dragging a callused hand up the other’s ass down to the back of his thigh, and back up again, “but that’s what you’re here for, yeah?”

The earth ghoul pulls out one of the sticks crowded in Rain’s asshole.

“That’s what I’m here for.”

Friday – Aeon, Dewdrop

While Dewdrop is a good actor who can keep a straight face through everything, Aeon is like an open book. That talks to you, as well.

If it were Dewdrop alone that invited Rain to a game night, he would’ve believed it was going to be just a game night. But Aeon was there, too, and his behavior made the plan clear as day.

Game number one: spin the bottle. The first few spins and truth and dares were fun—designed for Rain to let his guard down. Only then did Dewdrop reveal some never heard before rules that forced the water ghoul to take a dare.

Oh, and what a dare it is.

Rain whines a little when the fire ghoul explains it to him, making the other scoff, “You’re dumber than I thought if you assumed this would be a fair game.”

“I didn’t…” the water ghoul says, “but I was hoping to see some of you two, too.”

“Hm, we’ll see about that. Now bend over the couch,” Dewdrop orders and Aeon helps Rain up—not at all intentionally putting his hand on his ass just where the plug sits inside him as he pushes him up. The water ghoul groans as the metal digs further into his insides. 

He hides his face in the pillows when Aeon gets to taking off his pants and unlocking the plug. It’s a routine by now; Rain’s almost comforted by the familiarity.

“Jeez, you’re fucking ruined,” the quintessence ghoul laughs when he pulls his plug out, making Rain groan and go flush—as always.

“Did you forget how much of a whore he is?” Dewdrop teases from his spot on the floor, shuffling some cards. “Put it in and come back here, we’ve got more games to play.”

Aeon doesn’t waste much more time after that and without a care in the world presses the beer bottle they have just been spinning against the stretched out rim of Rain’s asshole.

The water ghoul digs his claws into the couch and drops his head against its cushions when the other starts thrusting the cold and wide bottle into him inch by inch, and it doesn’t seem like he’s going to stop until–

“Aaand it’s in!” Aeon cheers when the entire bottle disappears inside Rain. He can barely think with the way it feels in him—pressing against all the good spots—but Dewdrop calls for them again, so he’s got no choice but to pull his pants up and waddle over, trying not to explode. He clumsily kneels on the cushion he’s been sitting on earlier.

“What are we playing now?” he asks; his voice shaky.

“Strip poker,” Dewdrop explains, starting to deal the cards, “with a fun twist at the end.”

“Oh, nice!” Aeon cheers, clueless to the way the fire ghoul just looked at him. Rain knows that stare; the twist at the end of the game is definitely for Aeon.

So here they start.

Dewdrop is good at poker; now it seems like he’s losing on purpose, but at the same time making Aeon fuck up, too. The goal is clear—to get them both undressed…but why? And why does Rain seem to be safe for now? It’s suspicious.

Each of them loses a few articles of clothing, but the real fight only starts when the fire ghoul’s pants come off.

That’s when the others notice a strap harness fastened around his hips and realize what the game is really about. Dewdrop winks at Aeon and it seems that he has finally started to connect the dots; a deep blush rises on his face.

The game continues and Rain watches in fascination as Dewdrop absolutely crushes the quintessence ghoul—satisfied with the state of his undress, he makes Aeon lose more of his clothing.

Finally, the game ends with him completely nude. Rain nearly forgets about the beer bottle shoved up his ass when Dewdrop pulls out a dildo from the pocket of his forgone pants and attaches it to the harness.

“Up on the couch, loser,” he smirks at Aeon. The expression on his face tells the water ghoul he was completely unaware that he was going to be a part of the game, too.

It seems Rain is going to enjoy this evening even more—he’s always enjoyed watching Dewdrop ruin people with his strap.

Saturday – Alpha (Shower enema, kind of a yellow safe word call, then back to green)

“I have to clean you first,” Alpha growls as he drags Rain into his bathroom, stripping him as they go. The water ghoul had no time to process what was happening once Alpha had snatched him, muttering something about wanting to fuck his wrecked hole.

In no time at all Rain gets shoved into the fire ghoul’s bathtub entirely naked, save for his chastity. Once he unlocks the plug, Alpha grunts in faux disgust as he pulls it out of the other and tosses it into the sink with a loud clatter.

Then, Rain can hear him hum as if in consideration for a few moments before something gets pressed against his asshole. He can’t quite get the feel of what it is, but it’s definitely square-ish with the corners barely rounded—it’s almost sharp at one point, as if…

With no warning, Alpha pushes on the object and makes it pop inside the water ghoul, eliciting a gasp. Rain’s so used up by now he can barely feel the stretch, but the thing is quite thick.

“What is it?” he dares to ask. The fire ghoul doesn’t reply right away; first, he does something that makes something wet squirt out from the object inside Rain.

He’s finally starting to connect the dots himself when Alpha gets to explaining. “You should’ve known I don’t fuck dirty sluts and everyone’s been in your ass these past two weeks. I told you I have to clean you first.”

“Can’t say I blame you,” Rain grunts as Alpha fucks the bottle of body wash in further before pulling it back and fully out, “but a simple enema would do the job.”

The fire ghoul scoffs, “And where’s the fun in that?”

Rain’s horns clank against the bottom of the tub when he drops his head, anxious about what might come next. First Alpha filled him with a body gel, so now the only logical thing to do is to follow up with water…the question is how, and how much of it.

The next thing the water ghoul can hear is the telltale sound of a shower head being detached from the wall; he moans realizing just what is about to be done to him.

He really loves being a hopeless slut.

Alpha pours some more of the body wash all over Rain’s cheeks and hole before spreading it around with his hand; the noise of it obscene already, though it’s not in itself of sexual nature.

What is of a very sexual nature, is Alpha forcing the shower head into the water ghoul’s asshole. He watches his rim stretch around its flattened shape until it pops fully in and nearly disappears. Nearly, because Rain is gaping so much that he can’t even close around the handle.

He groans and tries to wiggle his hips in an attempt to adjust to the strange shape inside him—easily the least phallic one he’s ever taken. It feels weird, but in the best possible way; Rain gets so distracted by it that he doesn’t realize Alpha turns the shower on.

“There we go,” he laughs as the water ghoul starts writhing in the tub—trying to escape the pressure building up inside him, but being unable to. It’s maddening.

“Fuuuuuuuck…” Rain moans, as he’s being filled more and more. “Oh, fuck.”

As he gets full, some water leaks out and into the tub, making the shaking ghoul slip and fall onto his back. It’s Alpha’s turn to gasp when he notices how distended Rain’s belly is; he can’t help but reach out and press on it, causing the other to cry out.

“Off, off, off, Alpha, enough, OFF!” Rain begs with tears streaming down his face and Alpha knows to take his plea seriously; he turns the shower off.

“Color?” he asks, grabbing the handle of the shower head sticking out of the water ghoul.

“Green…” Rain pants, “but no more of…that. Please.”

“Yeah, of course,” Alpha promises with his voice and touch suddenly all soft. He pets at the other’s bulging stomach and his legs in an honest attempt to comfort him. “Out?”

“Please,” the water ghoul whines.

Alpha nods, “Alright. Want me to take you to bed and fuck you vanilla for once?”

It makes Rain giggle a little despite his peculiar situation, “I’d like that.”

Sunday – Swiss (Bondage, Suspension, Subspace, Recording, Blow Job)

Swiss’ cruelty is one of a kind.

He prides himself in knowing all his partners’ buttons and just how to push them, and when. There’s not many things that bring him more happiness than getting to torture one of his packmates in that perfectly bittersweet way that’s going to truly wreck, and satisfy, them at the same time.

Swiss’ room—beside the ghouls’ sex dungeon—is the only one which has hooks for suspension installed on the ceiling. Bondage is one of the multi ghoul’s favorite kinds of kinky activities to indulge in; both as a giver and as a receiver.

It was easy to guess that ropes were going to be involved in whatever Swiss intends to do to Rain and, indeed, he orders the water ghoul to strip and sit under the hooks. He even gets both the plug and the cage out and off of him, and Rain can barely resist the urge to jerk himself off quickly right there and then.

He doesn’t.

What slightly confuses him, though, is that there is absolutely nothing around that he would imagine Swiss could put inside him…which is even more strange if he considers the fact that this is the last day of the scene; he expected some fireworks before it ends.

Knowing Swiss he will still get his fireworks alright, but the water ghoul just can’t help but wonder what’s going to happen.

“Are you gonna let me cum?” Rain has to ask. It’s been two weeks, for Satan’s sake, he might just explode if he has to wait any longer.

Swiss looks at him, and most likely wants to tease, but decides against it, “When I’m done playing with you, yeah. You’ve earned it.”

Even though he’s got a long way to go, relief already washes over Rain.

“Now,” the multi ghoul gets the rope, “sit there with your legs in front of you.”

He obliges and like this, Swiss starts tying him up.

He never speaks as he does; focusing entirely on the ropes and the knots, so as not to make any mistakes that could actually hurt his partner—the pain he inflicts always has to be precisely calculated.

He wraps Rain’s hips, first, bringing the ties down over his thighs and creating solid nets of knots that are surely meant to hold most of the water ghoul’s weight; when both legs are ready, Swiss pulls the remaining pieces of rope into two of the hooks on the ceiling, letting them just hang there for now.

Then, he moves onto Rain’s chest. He crosses his arms over his chest, ties his wrists together, and then creates another firm harness all around—ending it with two knots on either shoulder. The remaining rope from these two get hooked to the ceiling as well and connected to the other two already there.

“Ready?” Swiss asks, standing in front of Rain with all the rope gathered in his hand. The water ghoul nods and watches Swiss’ kind smile turn to a mischievous grin as he pulls on the rope and lifts Rain with it.

The pain of his entire body weight hanging only by these ties is addictive—he can feel each piece of rope and each knot digging into him in a way that will undoubtedly leave bruises all over him; perfect for Swiss to trace later.

“You alright? Not too painful anywhere?” the multi ghoul makes sure once Rain is fully suspended and the rope is secured.

“I’m good,” he sighs, painfully horny, but getting lulled into shallow subspace at the same time. The position in which he’s hanging is pretty simple: it’s as if he’s sitting on a couch with his legs extended, except in the air.

Swiss hums in acknowledgement before confusing Rain even more when he walks around the bed and starts pushing and pulling on it to move it away from its usual spot. It’s a few moments, which for the water ghoul—suspended in the air and subspace—feel like centuries, before Swiss is satisfied with the bed’s new position.

He walks over to his desk, then, and sets up a camera—Rain should have expected at least that, if nothing else.

“It started with a video, baby,” the multi ghoul winks at him, “it shall end with one, too.”

Rain groans and lets his head roll forwards against his chest, as more of his brain leaks out of his ears. Swiss stands between him and the camera and waves to it goofily before stepping to the side where the ties are secured to show off the water ghoul.

And move him.

The water ghoul gets snapped out of his peace when Swiss suddenly lowers him, causing him to sway around for a moment. Rain realizes there’s something below him, brushing up against his ass with every movement.

When he’s unmoving again, the thing he’s suspended above is right there, just barely touching his asshole. His brain is too much of a mush by now to realize what is happening, but then–

“OH, fuck, oh my god,” Rain moans when Swiss drops him even lower, impaling him on his fucking bedpost. The sudden stretch and fullness makes his head spin and his ears ring—he can hear the multi ghoul laughing over it. He can do nothing but whimper as he hangs there stuffed.

“Yeah, I knew you’d like that,” Swiss chuckles, all but gloating. Rain is unable to reply, overwhelmed with all the different sensations his body is currently being subjected to.

Little does he know it’s not nearly all of it.

Swiss walks to the desk, grabs the camera off of it, and turns back to Rain. He’s saying something as he’s filming him from up close—his blissed out face, his painfully hard and nearly purple cock, and the rim of his ass stretched around the bedpost—but he can’t really register the words.

Floating in subspace, the water ghoul doesn’t realize Swiss’ next moves; he only gets somewhat snapped back to reality when a warm hand wraps around his cock. The heavy touch after two weeks of nothing at all makes Rain choke and his eyes to roll back into his head. He feels like he could blow from just one firm squeeze.

“Please…” he mutters, barely above a whisper.

“I know, I know,” Swiss sighs, “I’ll give it to you, just let me watch you for a bit longer.”

How could he refuse? The water ghoul’s head lolls further forward and he’s pretty sure he’s drooling down on his chest. Not only that; he’s surely made the bedpost entirely wet, too, as well as the rope around his leaking cock.

Rain has no way of knowing for how long Swiss watches him—it might be a minute, or an hour, but finally the multi ghoul deems it enough. At first Rain panics when the other’s hand leaves his dick and even though he’s barely present, he’s about to beg.

He doesn’t have to.

“One second, babygirl,” Swiss hums as he turns Rain 180 degrees, so that he’s facing the rest of the bed instead of the camera; leaving it the delicious view of his ass. The bedpost twisting inside the water ghoul—or rather him twisting on it—makes him gurgle on the spit that has collected in his mouth.

Swiss kneels on the bed between Rain’s legs and wastes no more time before taking his cock all the way down his throat, causing him to cry out in pleasure he’s been denied for so long. He starts literally crying from the gloriously overwhelming feeling; tears flowing down his face and mixing with drool on his chest.

The multi ghoul bobs his head once, twice, and when he buries his nose at the base of the other’s cock for the third time, Rain gets his fireworks.

He screams as he gets thrown head first into the most intense orgasm of, probably, his entire life—it lasts a good thirty seconds before the water ghoul blacks out.

“There we go, yeah,” he hears as he comes back online. He’s not suspended anymore; he’s laying in Swiss’ nest as he’s untying him. “You did so good, baby, so good.”

Rain is exhausted, all he can do is let out a little thrill of happiness at the praise. Swiss chuckles at that, “Yeah, you’re such a good slut, aren’t you? The best.”

He sighs and lets his eyelids slip shut, knowing the other will take good care of him. The best.

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