#aether x rain

[st-danger]

(Hi @forlorn-crows, this one's for you. Content warning: consensual quintosis and sedation.)

Aether knows what Rain's looking for tonight, of course. He is well aware of the things Rain wants specifically from him. Not all the time, of course, but enough. Enough where he recognizes the particular look he graces him with, searching and questioning. A need, really, and who is Aether to ever deny him that? He couldn't. Could never resist the opportunity to be inside him.

Not just inside, but inside.

He looks at Rain, lying next to him on a too-firm hotel mattress, hair still damp from the post-ritual shower he's taken. He smells of the rosemary mint hotel body wash, and underneath that, the beginnings of arousal, just barely enough for Aether to scent. Naked and lovely and waiting for him. Aether's been waiting for him, similarly undressed, similarly needy for what they're about to do. It's a deliciously depraved thing, he knows. He also knows Rain can't get enough of it, even as he draws a leg up to hide, arms folded over his chest. It's perfectly fine with Aether. He likes to watch exactly what happens next.

"Go on and ask, love."

Aether inches forward, closer, reaches out and holds Rain by his slender throat, firm enough to make his eyes go fractionally wider. Unconscious, Rain's tongue darts out to wet his lips.

"Make me your toy," Rain whispers, eternally shy when made to say it aloud. Aether smiles, needs no further convincing.

Hand still on his throat, he draws magick from the air, and lets Rain feel the barest hint of something warm and wonderful seep under his skin, before pulling it away. Repeating. Teasing him with it until Rain's shivering and curling in towards him, looking imploringly into his eyes.

"Aether," he begins, in the same, soft tone, "go on and-"

In a heavy rush, he lets it all inside at once, as much of the electricity he can spin from the world around him, and Rain moans, eyes fluttering, lips parting, and loveliest of all, limbs going slack. The pleasure Aether begins forcing into him, and the heavy fog his wraps his head in, starting at the base of his skull and growing to envelope his mind, sweeping down each vertebra-

He looks instantly stupid.

Aether reaches a single finger out and draws it along parted lips, feeling. Indulging himself. He feels he's allowed, to take as much time with Rain like this as he wants. Certainly nobody's complaining; Rain's too drugged to talk, but as Aether wiggles two thick fingers between his teeth to fuck his mouth, petting at a tongue so wet and soft, Aether makes sure he can still moan like a whore for it, even if he's too fuzzy to completely understand.

"There we go," Aether coos. He can't wait to hold Rain's face, press on the joint of his jaw so he can fuck into his mouth shallowly, demand Rain suckle on the head like the sweet thing he can be. Drool all over it.

Aether withdraws his fingers, wet with his spit, and smears it over Rain's lips. He watches as Rain's eyes struggle to open, and shoves them back inside again, rougher now because Rain will take it. He'll take anything Aether wants to give him, actually. That's the sickeningly delightful purpose of this, making him a pliable tangle of limbs that Aether will arrange as he pleases, for Rain's too dazed to do anything other than let it happen. It's a good thing he's here to help him. Of course.

When he pulls his fingers out for the last time, a dribble of drool follows, leaking out the side of his mouth and Aether groans, loving the way his pink mouth shines with spit. The way Rain's eyes try to focus but stay so cloudy it's impossible, pupils blown against the light of the iris, obvious.

He pushes himself up and eases Rain onto his back, pulling his arms apart, grabbing the hand closest to him and bringing it to his groin, forcing Rain's hand to rub against his cock. Forcing him to feel. It pulls a weak noise from Rain, who's head presses even heavier into the pillow, turned into it. Drooling on it. Fucked up and stupid and Aether should feel bad about how much he enjoys this. Possibly. He isn't sure there's a reason for him to, with the enthusiasm the ghoul before him pursues it, but surely it's understandable to feel a teensy bit guilty about loving the ease with which he can push Rain's legs apart, spreading and exposing him and the only thing Rain can manage is weakly reaching for him before Aether wraps a hand around his cock to force him hard. The first few strokes see his arms falling against the bed, too much effort to hold up. It feels too nice to lie there brainless while Aether's watching the head peek in and out of the foreskin while it slowly rolls up and over and then all the way back again.

Rain makes a gurgly, hurt noise as his cock fills out, twitching to life in Aether's capable hands. Faster than normal, but Aether can't stop himself from letting the hypnosis speed it up, convincing Rain that it feels so much better, so much more intense. Convincing his body, which trembles finely, that it needs to be hard immediately, that when Aether lets go, his cock needs to throb and bounce around while it does. Searching of his own accord for friction. That it needs to be nice and sticky at the tip, because it's a sight to watch it drool like his mouth. Matching.

"Alright, love," Aether says, bringing a finger down and sliding it between his cheeks. Rain's head lolls to the side, eyelids heavy. The pad of his finger strokes against his hole, tingling. Pressing against it to suggest, the sensation making it flutter involuntarily. "Go on and ask."

Tongue too thick, ready to stumble over his words, Rain reaches with obvious effort to try to wipe the spit off his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Use me?" he whispers.

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghost fic #ghost headcanons #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #aether/rain #aether x rain #nameless ghouls #ghost band

[voiidghoull]

aethrain hrrrrr i need to talk about them more because i love their duo so much

#aether ghoul #rain ghoul #aether x rain #them #shitghosting

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Aether and Rain are disgustingly affectionate but they don't make it anyone else's problem. Because Rain would rather die than have others know they're like this.

Under the cut: Stupid couple baby talk the morning after a heat. Rain's graphic memories but it isn't mixed with the baby talk. Not intended to be age regression. Just them being doofuses.

Rain wakes up with a deep, content peace and knows his heat is over.

Aether had played his role as stud well. He’d wrestled Rain into submission without any of his damn quintessence powers, forcing him to submit with sheer strength alone. Didn't even let up so Rain could strip naked, only pierced the fabric of his shorts with a claw and tore a neat line down the seam, exposing his hole, already dripping for Aether's cock.  He’d pinned Rain's knees between his own, had Rain’s hands trapped in one of his own while the other scraped his claws across Rain's scalp. Palm tight to his skull before his fingers curled and Aether dragged Rain into a severe arch with his grip on his hair as he bullied his way inside, giving Rain the whole slide of his cock at once. Rain had sobbed, genuinely sobbed when the blunt head pushed up against the entrance to his brood chamber, sensitive and desperate to take in all the cum Aether had waiting for Rain in the heavy balls that slapped his thighs with every brutal thrust.

The rest of his memories were static, only flashes surfacing if Rain concentrates; he’d begged until his voice was hoarse, Aether grinding his face into the pillow to get him to shut up so he could focus. A firm grip on his hips that surely left bruises.  Orgasm after orgasm until he was jelly underneath the cruel beast still driving his hips mercilessly into Rain. Finally being let go so he could wiggle away, gasping and panting only for Aether to drag him back on his cock so he could cum inside with a deep, possessive snarl. 

All that seems so distant now, with Aether next to him deep in slumber. Still large, still a force to be reckoned with but his expression is peaceful and he's drooling on Rain's silk pillowcase. He studies the other ghoul, counting the faint freckles on his nose and forehead. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, eyes that had seemed to paralyze Rain with their intensity as he struggled. Out of curiosity, he reaches back and thumbs an eyelid up to expose the white and a half-moon of iris where it's rolled up in Aether's skull. He lets the delicate skin slide back into place, satisfied and deeply amused.

It's the kiss that wakes him, like Sleeping Beauty, when Rain presses his cool lips to Aether's forehead. He snuffles and closes his mouth, blinking open his bleary and unfocused eyes as Rain watches him.

“Want to get breakfast?” Rain asks. He has no idea what time it is but he doesn't want to be alone yet, this last phase of his heat still stubbornly clinging to him.

“Wanna stay here…” Aether slurs, words blending together in his exhaustion. “Wi’ m’Rainy baby…"

“Big guy still shweepy?” Rain can't help himself. Something about Aether being so cheesy like this does things that kill all his braincells and turns him into some cooing idiot.

“So shweepy…” Aether sighs, burrowing into the pillow. “...shweepiest big guy ever.”

“Aww…” Rain murmurs and throws an arm over Aether's shoulder, scratching the back of his neck as he plants a kiss on the tip of his nose. “My poor big guy.”

Aether starts to rumble in pleasure as Rain scratches him, leg shaking under the blanket like a dog’s. Rain moves to kiss him on the mouth and Aether pants into it, groaning in delight and pulling Rain in close.

“My big guy like that?” Rain asks, when Aether turns away from the kiss to breath.  He pets softly over the nape of his neck, brushes his lips over Aether's cheek. “Huh? My big guys like his scratches?”

“Yeah,” Aether says with a chuckle as he stretches. “Yeah, your big guy likes his scratches.”

“Oh, big stretch.” Rain says in the same dopey tone as Aether groans and moves, popping several joints as he does. “Big stretch.”

“Big stretch.” Aether echoes, and flops back down. “Fuck, babe. ‘m starving. You want snackies?”

“Always down for snackies.” Rain replies.  “Little snackies? Big snackies?”

“Big snackies for your big guy.”

“Biiig snackies for my biiig guy.”

If any of the others overheard the both of them talking like this, Rain thinks he would kill them. And then himself. He’d never stop though. Not when it makes Aether smile like that, at their own ridiculousness. Aether squeezes him in one last bear hug before reluctantly sitting up, sheets falling away from his body. Rain bites back the next bit of idiocy to come out of his mouth but doesn't resist grabbing at Aether's now exposed belly and tickling him. Aether yelps and slaps his hand away, tries to roll off the bed but only tangles himself in the sheets and goes down just about as hard as Rain did last night.

“Oh fuck!” Rain pushes himself up, trying to catch a glimpse of Aether on the floor. “You good?”

Aether groans.

“Owie…” he says quietly. “Rainy, baby… need kissies to make my head feel better.”

Rain pauses, then smiles despite himself.

“Kissies are on their way, big guy.” He says, and can't hide the chuckle when he hears a tired and subdued sounding yay in response.

________

“Waffles?” Rain guesses as he guides his poor, bruised quintessence ghoul down the hallway to the kitchen. Aether’s got a cooling gel eyemask clamped to his head in lieu of an actual icepack. Rain’s going to make it up to him. “Bacon? Pop tarts?”

“All of it.” Aether mutters, cracking an eye open to peek at Rain. “Please, Rainy?”

“Alright, alright.” he says fondly. “Whatever my big guy wants.”

He guides Aether (now limping for some reason, like he can't bear to do anything without Rain helping him, like Rain doesn't have a twang in his hips from Aether's dick) to the breakfast nook and gets him settled. Aether slumps over exaggeratedly, bemoaning his fate.

“You want some juice?” Rain asks. “Coffee?”

“Orange juice.” Aether whimpers, sounding truly pathetic. You’d think he was on his death bed. Rain kisses his temple and fetches the cup of juice without any complaints, even giving Aether an extra long straw to sip from in case he was simply too weary to lift up his thick skull.

“Belgian waffles, all the fixings?”

 

“Yes please.”

Contrary to popular belief, Rain can do things for himself. It's just that it's so much easier to get someone else to do it for him. But still, he's selfish. He doesn't want to share Aether with anyone yet, still feeling possessive in the lingering haze of his heat. He gets the box of pre-made out, adds the liquids and the eggs and finagles the waffle iron out of its cupboard cave, where it lives underneath Mountain’s favorite wok. He knows Aether's watching him, so he puts an extra sway in his hips and hums a little tune while he gets everything going.

“You're so pretty.” Aether says, propping his head on his elbow. Watching Rain pour the batter in and close the lid. “Why’re you so pretty, Rainy baby?”

“Sweet talker.” Rain says. “My big guy want sprinkles and frosting?”

“Big guy would love sprinkles and frosting, baby.”

The timer dings and Rain goes through the motions again until he's got a healthy stack of waffles for both of them. He sets the plate in front of Aether, nabs the frosting and sprinkles from their spots and sits down just as Swiss comes sidling in.

“Hey man.” Aether says in his normal voice and Rain bites his lower lip to hide his laugh. “Sup?”

“S’good, s’good,” Swiss says, opening the fridge to rummage through it. “Princess want waffles?”

Aether shoots Rain a glance. Rain’s too busy laughing, tears stinging his eyes as he hides his face in his hands.

“Yeah dude.” Aether said. “What Princess wants, Princess gets. You know how he is.”

“My man.” Swiss says, coming up with a monster energy drink. He passes by their table to give Aether a fistbump. “Rain, go easy on this guy, yeah? He's a softie, y’know. Needs someone to take care of him too.”

“I had no idea.” Rain says, struggling to keep his voice steady. He clears his throat. “Thanks Swiss.”

“No problem! Practice at noon, kay?” he gives them a salute and cracks the tab of his drink, licking up the foam as it spills out.

“Yup.”

“Uh-huh."

They wait until he leaves. Aether looks at Rain. Rain looks at Aether.

“Does my big guy like his waffles?” He whispers.

“Fuck yeah.” Aether says, picking up a fork and a knife to tear into his breakfast.  “Your big guy likes his waffles, Rainy baby.”

They don't even make it five seconds before bursting into laughter.

#aether x rain #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #i am so sorry. #nsft

[vitchimage]

Aether, laughing and pointing: HA! look at those idiots!

Aether:

Aether, starting to sprint towards them: OH FUCK THOSE ARE MY IDIOTS!— SWISS! DEW! LEAVE RAIN OUT OF IT-

#aether ghoul #aether ghoul x dewdrop ghoul #aether x dewdrop #aether x sodo #aether ghoul x rain ghoul #aether x rain #aether x Swiss #aether ghoul x Swiss ghoul #swiss ghoul #multi ghoul #nameless ghouls name #nameless ghoul #the band ghost #the ghost band #water ghoul #fire ghoul #quintessence ghoul #rulti #raindrop #dewther #I suck at remembering some ship names hold on-

[bloodsuckingfiends]

Kinktober Day 3: Gloves

Pairing: Aether X Rain

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, anal, medical setting including stirrups because I want desperate and vulnerable Rain, gloves, milking, cum, Rain's in heat, he's whiny and desperate because of course he is

A/N: Oh boy, I had a long ass weekend. Friday the 13th was my birthday, which I spent at a horror convention, and I'm fucking draineddddddd. But now I'm home, and tomorrow shall be a rest and recuperate day in which I will try to crank out some more of these prompts, because guess who's coming down with a cold? It's me. I'm the one getting sick, and my already fucked up body can't handle this shit.

As much as Rain missed having Aether play on stage alongside him, he’d be lying if he said that Aether’s new job didn’t have perks. Aether now worked in the Ministry infirmary in his retirement, not as a doctor or a nurse. No, Aether worked as a heat aid, and with an uneven amount of ghouls in the den, Rain was in need of his… aid.

So here Rain was, sitting in the waiting room, impatiently tapping his toes, and picking his cuticles to distract himself from the aching throb he felt in his painfully hard cock. When Aether finally opened the door to his exam room, and called Rain’s name, Rain felt his hole grow wet with slick in anticipation of what was to come, before he got up to follow.

Aether handed Rain a gown, “Just protocol”, he had told the water ghoul the first time he had to make a heat aid appointment. Rain’s face and chest flush as Aether turns around and busies himself with paperwork, while he undresses.

“Go ahead and lay down for me, and whenever you’re ready, go ahead and put your feet in the stirrups.” Aether spoke as he sat on a stool at the end of the exam table, pulling light blue latex gloves over his big hands. A shiver ran up Rain’s spine and heat bloomed in the pit of his stomach at the sight. Aether’s big thick hands straining against the smooth rubber. There was no doubt in Rain’s mind that the big ghoul had to order one of the largest sizes of gloves to fit him, and the thought made his breath hitch as he did what he was told and lay back into position. His eyes focus on the white ceiling above him, counting the tiles; an easy distraction. 

“You know the drill by now, hm Rainy?” Aether says, squirting a liberal amount of lube into his gloved hand. Rain nearly whines at the affectionate nickname, but nods instead and then hums an affirmative, almost too soft to hear over the click sound of the lube bottle closing.

“Okay, I’m gonna touch your thigh now.” It’s what Aether does every time. A simple, courteous gesture so Rain doesn’t jump at the first contact that’s hidden behind the flimsy gown.

Aether’s gloved hand is cold against Rain’s warm skin. His touch is feather light, barely there, as he slowly moves upwards. So, so close to where Rain needs him most. It feels as though Aether is dragging this out, feels like it’s hours rather than seconds before Rain finally releases a strangled cry at the sensation of slick latex against his tight balls and up the underside of his shaft. 

“So pent up, so much pressure, huh?” Aether says almost off-handedly as his hand moves back down to cradle Rain’s balls, weighing them in his palm. Rain whines in response, his hips lifting a little bit.

“Stay still.” Aether’s other hand gently presses Rain’s hips back down. 

The water ghoul chews on his lip, trying, and failing, to desperately stifle the whines and moans that threaten to spill from him. He couldn’t tell if it was his heat, or just the fact the sheer clinicalness of everything, was what was making him so, so needy. His cock twitches, causing Aether to hum low in his throat. Rain lets out a choked whimper when Aether finally takes his cock into his slick, gloved hand, and starts working over his length. 

“That feel okay?” A lube slicked finger begins to circle his fluttering rim, before pressing into him, stretching his hole open. Rain’s thighs tense in response, his toes curling. It feels as though every nerve in his body is alight as Aether milks him internally and externally. 

“Need you to cum for me Rainy, can you do that for me?” Aether says, tone even as he curls his fingers to pet at Rain’s prostate while the fingers on his other hand make soft circles around the tip of his cock.

“I’m gon- I’m gonna come, fu-” Rain’s reply is cut-off by a moan, his back arching, eyes scrunching shut as his dick spurts out rope after rope of hot cum.

“Good boy Rainy.” Aether murmurs, as he milks Rain to the last drop. 

“Now, did you want to make an appointment for next month, just in case?” he removes the soiled latex from his hands before disposing them and washing up, glancing back at his quivering patient who blissfully nods as an affirmative.

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #aether x rain #rain x aether #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #aether ghoul x rain ghoul #ghostober 2023 #nameless ghoul smut #aether x rain smut #jo writes #kinktober 2023

[ghoul-slime]

could you do 19 and 4 with Aether and Rain?

Ok, I REALLY liked writing this one. I think I'm a little in love with Aether/Rain now. Thank you for the prompt and I'm still accepting them!

Aether/Rain with Rain in a skirt and thigh-high stockings, some spanking, ass-eating, and a good amount of fluffy, sweet praise from Aeth.

Aether’s lounging on the couch in the common room, curled up with a mug of tea and a book, when Rain saunters in. 

He nearly chokes on a mouthful of tea when he looks up and sees what Rain is wearing.

He’s got on a black, high-waisted skirt, the soft, flowy material hitting just mid-thigh, kissing the skin of his legs as it sways. And with it a pair of matching thigh-high stockings, pulled up and over Rain’s long, slim legs. Leaving just a patch of soft thigh exposed between the tops of the stockings and the bottom of the skirt. It’s all paired with a matching black crop top, stretched across his chest, leaving the soft skin over his ribs exposed. Aether can see the faint point of his nipples just beneath the delicate, black fabric of the top.

“Went shopping with the girls today,” Rain explains, snapping Aether out of his dumbfounded staring. “What do you think?”

Aether looks at Rain, eyebrows raised and awe-struck. It takes him a moment to answer.

“What do I think? Rainy, baby, you look absolutely fucking gorgeous,” Aether curses. A rarity for him.

“Did you show Swiss yet?” Aether asks, sitting upright on the couch and setting his book down on the coffee table.

“Mm, no,” Rain blushes. “Wanted to show you first…” he trails off, smoothing the skirt down.

Aether grins, admiring Rain again. Noticing how all that black fabric accentuates his blushing cheeks and brilliant, blue eyes. Aether can’t wait to take him apart and ruin those nice, new clothes.

“Do a spin for me?” Aether asks playfully. “Lemme get a good look at you, pretty little thing.”

Rain smiles, looking pleased, and does a little twirl, giggling quietly as the fabric of the skirt swishes with him.

When he turns back, Aether is smiling up at him reverently. “Absolutely gorgeous,” he reiterates. “C’mere and let me kiss you,” Aether beckons for him. “Lemme get my hands on you.”

Rain wastes no time climbing into Aether’s lap, winding his arms around his neck as Aether’s hands find their way to his hips. Smoothing up and across the fabric of the skirt, thumbs skimming the exposed parts on either side of Rain’s waist.

Aether snakes a hand up into the hair at the back of Rain’s head, bringing him down for an open-mouthed kiss, licking into his waiting mouth and drinking in the tiny little moans and whimpers Rain feeds to him.

Aether’s hands travel back down to Rain’s legs, feeling up the soft cotton of the stockings, running across the velvet skin of his thighs, reaching back to cup his…

“No panties?” Aether barks out, incredulous and unable to help himself as he squeezes at Rain’s bare ass beneath the fabric of the skirt. 

Rain blushes in earnest now, closing his eyes tight and shaking his head, soft black waves bouncing along with him.

“Lucifer below, Raincloud,” Aether breathes into the crook of his neck. “How’d I get so lucky to get at you first like this?” Aether kisses him again, letting his hands wander across skin, squeezing and groping, feeling the perfect, round globes of Rain’s firm little ass fit perfectly in the palms of his hands.

Their kiss deepens as Aether dips his fingers into the cleft of Rain’s ass, skimming across his hole, feeling how wet Rain is between his legs.

“Already wet down here I see,” Aether teases. “My favorite little water ghoul.”

Rain huffs out a laugh and rolls his hips. “‘M the only water ghoul,” he whines, exposing his neck for Aether to latch onto. To suck a pretty little bruise into the skin just beneath his jawline.

Aether chuckles and slips a finger inside the hot clutch of Rain’s body, pulling a shuddering groan from his parted lips. Plump and pink and slick from Aether’s kisses.

“Ride my fingers, baby boy,” Aether invites, slipping another in beside the first, pushing in up to the third knuckle and curling gently inside him.

Rain answers with another roll of his hips, grinding down on Aether’s thick fingers. Aether can feel him drip as he rides, slick working its way down his fingers to pool in the palm of his hand, dribbling past his wrist to leave a wet spot between their legs on the couch.

Rain cries out as Aether pets inside him, hitting him deep and perfect, heat building between his legs and in his gut. Aether feels Rain flutter around his fingers, and draws them out slowly, pulling a pathetic whine from Rain’s lips.

“Not yet, doll. Can’t have you cumming just yet.” Aether soothes. “Not before I get a taste of you.”

And then Aether is standing, hoisting Rain into the air by his ass before depositing him back down onto the couch. Aether follows, flipping the skirt up and hands gripping the soft fabric of the stockings and parting his long legs, exposing his fluttering, wet hole.

Aether dips down to lick him, running his tongue across the slick of his ass, thumbs gripping his cheeks to pull them apart, making space for his tongue to delve inside. To taste.

Rain cries out, high pitched and feminine as Aether eats him out, feeling so exposed and wet and open. The filthy sounds of Aether’s mouth on him, tongue inside him, filling him up and licking him open.

Rain could cum just like this, with Aether’s mouth between his legs, and after a few moments he feels his orgasm building, the tight coil in his gut becoming more insistent. He feels himself twitch and flutter around Aether’s probing tongue. His cock kicks out a thick spurt of pre, soaking in where the fabric of his skirt is folded over the head of it.

“Aether! Aether, please,” Rain pleads, head tipped and rolling back and forth against the cushions of the couch. Desperate to stave off his orgasm. “Not yet, not yet please.”

Aether grants him reprieve, lifting his head from between Rain’s thighs, mouth and chin coated in slick and spit. He wipes his face off with the back of his hand as he waits for Rain to tell him want he wants.

“W-want you to spank me. Please,” Rain asks him in a small voice, embarrassment washing obvious across his pretty features.

It takes a moment for the request to register, but then Aether is grinning, settling back onto the couch. 

He locks eyes with Rain, admiring his blushing face and heaving chest.

“Strip. Now.”

Rain rushes to comply, shimmying his way out of the skirt, now sporting several shining, wet patches from where Rain’s slick and pre have soaked through the fabric. He shucks the crop top off over his head, mussing his hair as he pulls it off, discarding it into a pile alongside the skirt. Aether hums in appreciation at the contrast of Rain’s pert, pink nipples against the pale skin of his chest.

When Rain moves to roll one of the stockings down Aether stops him. “Not those,” he tells him, voice firm. “Leave those on.”

“Now come here, love,” Aether beckons soft again, patting his lap. “Let me give you what you need.”

Rain drapes himself across Aether’s lap with a sigh as Aether smoothes his palms across the soft skin of his ass. He pets him gently, before asking, “Ready for it?”

Rain nods, grinding down into Aether’s lap, wriggling his ass in anticipation.

The crack of Aether’s palm against the globe of his asscheek pulls a sharp cry from Rain’s lips. Aether is shushing him, smoothing his hand across his ass before reaching out to spank him again.

Oh! Rain cries out louder with each sharp crack of Aether’s palm ringing out in the silence of the room. 

Rain is grinding down in earnest, rutting his cock into the space between Aether’s legs as Aether alternates between sharp slaps and soothing his palms across Rain’s reddening asscheeks.

“So good, baby,” Aether soothes, praises. “You’re doing so good for me, I’m so proud of you.” He smooths one hand across Rain’s thighs, down the soft cotton of his stockings.

“Can you take one more for me?” Aether asks, gently and Rain is nodding enthusiastically. Wriggling in Aether’s lap and whimpering, doing his best to arch his back, push his stinging asscheeks into the soothing palm of Aether’s big hand.

Aether reaches back and gives him one more perfectly aimed slap and then Rain is cumming, shuddering and moaning as his cock twitches and his hips writhe, emptying himself wet and filthy into Aether’s lap. 

Rain lies there, catching his breath as Aether pets him gently, soothing the stinging skin of his ass with gentle hands. When Rain is ready, Aether helps him up, getting him settled back into his lap, where he cups Rain’s face and leans in for a kiss.

Aether presses their foreheads together, nuzzling into him.

“Now,” Aether reaches out to gently swipe the pad of this thumb across Rain’s puffy, kiss-swolllen lower lip. “Let’s get you put back together so Swiss can have a turn.”

(Let’s be real, Rain can blush on command and Aether falls for it every goddamn time)

#aether ghoul #rain ghoul #aether/rain #rain/aether #aether x rain #rain x aether #ghost band fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghoul-slime fic #ghoul-slime ask

[multi-fandom-of-madness]

Like You Love Me

Kinktober Day 5: Face fucking

Pairings: Aether X Rain - implied Poly!Ghouls

Type: Smut

Summary: Rain is still fairly new, but he knows what he likes. He gets it from everyone except for Aether, and he’s determined to change that.

Warnings: Rain is a brat, dom!Aether, sub!Rain, rough oral, degradation, objectification,

Word Count: 1,719

Notes: Read here on ao3. Find my kinktober prompt list here. This isn't edited, so I'm sorry if there are typos.

~

Rain loved Aether dearly. He loved everything about the quintessence ghoul, but especially how sweet he was to him. If he wanted it rough, he had his options. He had Dewdrop who he could throw around and ruin, Swiss or Cirrus if he wanted to challenge who was in charge, or Mountain if he wanted to be fucked so hard that he melts into the matress.

But Aether was so gentle and caring. He never wanted to hurt Rain in any way. There was the occasional teasing, maybe a bite mark here and there, but it always was slow and sensual.

Aether didn’t feel like he knew the in’s and out’s of Rain well enough to bring him into something kinkier. He’d only been topside for a few months, and for the first month or so, Rain was too shy to make any advances. Although he’s seen the way Rain acts with the others, he doesn’t want to push it and break the bond that they’ve grown.

Don’t get the water ghoul wrong, he loves the special treatment, but hearing about how he collared Swiss and pulled him around as he pleased, watching Dewdrop shift in his seat to try and get comfortable with the bruises on his ass, or how Mountain always comes back with a goofy grin and a limp in his step…he gets a bit jealous.

They’re curled up in Aether’s bed, Aether reading a book and Rain scrolling through his phone, head on Aether’s chest and pressed stubbornly to his hip. The minute Aether slipped off his shirt and slipped on his reading glasses, Rain’s cock began to chub up. No one could resist Aether when he looked like that.

“Why don’t you treat me like the others?” He asks, not looking up from the video on his phone.

Aether blinks. “What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’?”

“You just asked the vaguest question, and aren’t going to explain?”

Rain sighed and rolled over dramatically. “Why don’t you rail me into next week?”

“What the hell are you on?”

“Nothing yet,” Rain huffed. “Can’t you just…throw me around? Rough me up a bit?”

“I thought you liked me being gentle with you.”

“I do. But I would also like to be fucked into next week.”

“Where is this coming from?” Aether asked, pulling his glasses off. His cock was twitching with the implications of what Rain was implying.

“Just…I dunno…jealous?”

“Of what?”

“Oh don’t act like you don’t grin every time you see Dewdrop struggling to sit right for a week after one of your little escapades.” “So you want me to…punish you?” He inquired, a joking tone to his voice.

“Well I mean…have I done anything wrong?”

“You interrupted my reading for no good reason other than the fact that you’re thinking with your dick.”

“I feel like that shouldn’t count.”

“I feel like you’re acting like Dew,” Aether countered.

Oh. Rain grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Am I?”

“You’re starting to,” Aether sighed, putting his glasses back on and turning his attention back to his book. So he was going to ignore Rain? Well, that simply won’t do.

Rain laid back down, kicking up a purr to lure Aether into a false sense that Rain wasn’t going to try anything. After a few minutes of comfortable silence he lifted his head to be level with Aether’s plush stomach and…

“Did you just fucking bite me?” Aether asked, amused.

Rain pulled off and frowned, sitting up. “That doesn’t get a reaction out of you?”

“You didn’t even draw blood,” Aether pointed out.

“Come onnnnnn…I want you to make me get all slutty. Don’t you like it when I’m slutty?” Rain begged with a joking tone.

“Are you sure you aren’t in heat? Do I need to get Mountain in here?”

“You are no fun.” Rain crosses his arms and pouts, his tail thumping against the bed for extra dramatic effect.

“I just don’t want to hurt you,” Aether said sympathetically, tilting his head.

“But I want you to hurt me.”

“You really do love to run your mouth,” Aether scowled. Rain grinned when he realized that he was finally getting somewhere.

“Maybe I do. I like the sound of my own voice,” he paused, giving himself enough time to straddle the quintessence ghoul, rolling his hips against him.

“Are you just going to be a brat to get what you want?” Aether asked, putting his hands on Rain’s hips, using his own strength to move the water ghoul.

“Is it gonna work?”

“In some ways.”

“Then yes.”

Rain grinned, leaning down to kiss Aether. Aether ran a hand up his back, grabbing at the back of his neck, causing Rain to moan. The moment Rain’s mouth opens, Aether slips his tongue inside.

Rain squirms on top of him, trying to get some sort of friction on his cock. There’s a slight fight for dominance that Rain quickly loses. Just because he wants to be roughed up doesn’t mean he can’t pretend to pose a challenge.

“Aeth, ple-”

“Nuh uh, baby boy. I don’t want to hear my name come out of your mouth right now,” Aether cuts, his tone of voice dropping to something more demanding.

Rain swallows thickly, realizing he was finally getting his wish. He rolls his hips with a groan. “Sir,” he tries again. Aether doesn’t stop him, so he continues. “Please, sir…please fuck me,” he breaths, lowering his head to Aether’s neck. He nips at it, and Aether scruffs him, forcing him to go boneless.

Aether rolls the water ghoul off of him, then stands up, looking at Rain expectantly. “Well?”

Rain looks back confused. “What do you want me to do?”

Aether walks back towards the bed, taking Rain’s chin in his hand gently before firming his grip almost hard enough to bruise. Rain looks at him like he hung the stars. “Get on the floor. On your knees. If you want me to fuck you, then we’re going to do it my way,” he growls.

Rain is already loving this new side of Aether, but he’s determined to see more, so he doesn’t move.

“On your knees,” Aether growls again, baring his fangs slightly and shaking Rain’s head. When Rain doesn’t move again, Aether moves his hand into his hair, then pulls.

Rain groans and rolls his hips forward as his cock kicks from the sensation. “Please…” he groans, closing his eyes.

Aether uses his grip on his hair to throw Rain on the floor. He lets go of him long enough to pull his cock out from his sweatpants. “Open your mouth,” he commands.

Rain’s head is swimming in ecstasy. He doesn’t even hear Aether speak until there’s a hand on his jaw, prying it apart, and a cock pressed to his lips.

“Since you can’t keep that pretty mouth shut, I’m going to make sure you can’t use it. If you need to, tap my thigh twice for me to stop.”

Rain moans in acknowledgement, snaking his tongue out to lap at the pre beading at the tip of Aether’s dick. Aether groans as Rain pushes his lips down Aether’s cock, closing his eyes and humming from the taste.

Aether gives Rain a moment to work his magic, then grabs hold of Rain’s horns and thrusts into him. Rain chokes at the unexpected motion and looks up at Aether with teary eyes. He pulls Rain down until his nose is pressed against Aether’s pubes.

Aether holds him there for a second as Rain gags and sputters around Aether’s cock. Rain brings a hand to Aether’s thigh and taps twice.

“Are you alright?” Aether asks.

“Y-yeah,” Rain croaks out, trying to find his voice. He’s panting and tears are streaking down his cheeks. “Just need to breathe,” he laughs.

Aether hums in acknowledgement. “Take your time. Let me know when you’re ready.”

Rain nods and catches his breath. He takes a few minutes, then looks up at Aether. “I’m ready,” he says, opening his mouth.

Aether pets through Rain’s hair then grabs hold of one of Rain’s horns again. He starts off gently this time, small shallow thrusts that hardly graze the back of Rain’s throat. Rain moans and shuts his eyes, the vibrations sending a wave of pleasure through Aether’s body.

The sensation causes Aether to push his hips into Rain’s mouth, making Rain gag around him. “Shit,” Aether groans, “I should’ve fucked your mouth ages ago. So fucking good.”

Rain does his best to relax his throat and breathe through his nose. He feels nothing but Aether. The sight of him, taste of him, smell of him. Everything is Aether. He’s absolutely intoxicating, and it makes his cock throb in his sweatpants. He brings a hand down to the front of his sweats where they’ve darkened with the amount of precum and slick leaking out of Rain.

Aether finds leverage before using his foot to kick his hand away, pulling out so that only the tip of his cock rests on Rain’s tongue. “I never told you to touch yourself,” he growls. Rain gives an apologetic look and hums. Aether scoffs and harshly thrusts into Rain’s mouth, his balls slapping against Rain’s chin. “Hands behind your back.”

Rain can’t do anything but sit there and let his mouth be used as he crosses his arms behind his back. He blinks away the tears in his eyes and stares at Aether’s blissed out face. He can feel the spit leak out of his mouth, feels his shirt getting wet from the way it drips down.

“Lucifer, you look so pretty like this,” he says. “Is this what you wanted? Wanted me to rough you up? Throw you around like a little doll?”

Rain tried to nod, but found it impossible with Aether’s grip on his horns and cock down his throat. He hummed in response as Aether pulled him back down his cock again, cumming without warning. 

He kept Rain pressed tight against him until he was sure Rain swallowed everything. Rain tapped his thigh twice, and Aether let him pull off, a string of saliva attached from the tip of Aether’s cock to his lips.

“Please-” he gasps, “wanna be your doll.”

“Good,” Aether smirks. “On the bed. I’m not done with you yet.”

#ghost #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #aether ghoul #aether ghost #aether #rain ghoul #rain ghost #rain #aether x rain #aether ghoul x rain ghoul #aether ghost x rain ghost #aether ghoul smut #ghost x reader #the band ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #aether ghoul x reader #aether x reader #aether ghost x reader #rain ghoul x reader #rain ghost x reader #rain x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #ghostober #ghostober 2023

[forlorn-crows]

Share Your Mouth(ful)

alright T4T Aether/Rain cause i SAID SO

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Aether/ Rain (T4T)

Words: 2266

Summary: Rain is an orally-driven ghoul, that much is well-known amongst the rest of the pack. Whether he’s humming to himself on his way down to the lake, chewing on the ends of his sweatshirt strings, or lamenting a new-found flavor combination, he’s always doing something enjoyable or stimulating with his mouth.

So if Aether wants Rain to eat him out and suck on his fat clit until his thighs are shaking, who is he to deny that?

OR, crow got carried away imagining rain being cock-drunk on aethers fat little tdick

#tee hee #fanfic #the band ghost #transmasc rain #transmasc aether #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #aether x rain #rain x aether #ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfic

[kkaisarion]

playing favorites

what's up heathens, could i perhaps interest you in some puppy play? specifically, aether bringing puppy rain and puppy dew together for a playdate?

rating: explicit

pairing: aether/rain/dew

includes: threesome, daddy aether, blow jobs, rimming, anal sex, breeding, knotting, you've heard of good cop/bad cop, now get ready for good pup/bad pup, acab

word count: 2668

excerpt:

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Aether interrupts. “Come over here and kneel for me.” Dew blinks, and then a sly grin spreads across his face. “Why should I?” he challenges. “Because if you’re not going to do as I say, I’ll kick you out,” Aether says reasonably. “Why would I tolerate you misbehaving, when I already have a good puppy right here?”

read on AO3

#heathens (/aff) #aethraindrop #raindewther #idk pls help #aether x rain #aether x dew #dewther #rain x dew #raindrop #kai writes #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfiction

[succulent-ghoul]

Swiss ghoul X Aether ghoul x rain ghoul x ghoul reader

Hurt comfort, cause writing hurt comfort fixes my hurt. No beta I'm out of my mind exhausted and sad.

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It's been a long day, a long terrible day that feels like it's never gonna end. One moment your feeling better but a new wave of misery over something else hits and the water works start up again. It's been like this all day, sobbing in your room in the ghouls den unable to truly soothe the grief your mind is forcing you through.

You've thought about seeking help from the other ghouls but the idea sent another whirling pile of misery over you. Fortunately your distress was well broadcasted through out the den, and Swiss, Aether, and Rain were determined to help. The first of the three to slowly creep through your door was rain, his gentle demeanor immediately setting you at some partial ease.

Rain sits down on your bed it slowly dipping to accommodate him. His hands travel to your hair and slowly brush unruly strands out of your face, revealing watery eyes and tear stained cheeks. Softly rain speaks, "do you want to be alone right now, love?" Gently cupping your cheek as you shake your head and croak out a quiet "no.". Rain smiles gently at your response and kisses your forehead before quickly telling you "I'll be right back, dear." And with that he peaks out from your room to signal to Swiss and Aether that they can come in.

Aether and swiss rush into your room and clamber on to your bed to comfort you and dry your tears. Swiss gently pulls you into a warm hug, while aether is sitting up and playing with your hair, as rain gently picks up a book you were quite vocally fond of and started reading it to you. All the attention was at first overwhelming but soon you aren't thinking much, desiring more to shove your face into the crook of swiss's neck as Rain's voice fills your head.

Aether gently covers you with your blanket before you roll around to face him. His smile is warm and safe as he looks down at you and you can't help but feel so flustered by his unabashed care. Softly aether cups your cheek and leans down to give you a soft peck on the forehead, before softly murmuring gentle 'i love you's. Before you know it the four of you are all cuddled up in your bed your misery long subsided and replaced with the warmth of everyone else's care.

#the band ghost #ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #aether x male reader #aether x reader #aether ghoul #aether ghost #aether x ghoul reader #aether x female reader #aether x gender neutral reader #aether x swiss #aether x rain #rain x swiss #swiss ghoul x reader #swiss ghoul #swiss ghost #swiss x gender neutral reader #swiss x male reader #swiss x rain #swiss x reader #swiss x ghoul reader #rain ghoul #rain x reader #rain x ghoul reader #rain x male reader #rain x female reader #rain x gender neutral reader #i need to be held

[miasmaghoul]

Mushy May - Day 4

Prompt: First Kiss

Rating: Teen Pairing: Aether/Rain Contains: hurt/comfort, anxiety, a panic attack, first-time glamouring, Rain having a Bad Time and Aether making it better Word Count: ~3k (lmao what am I doing)

Summary: Rain feels like he's drowning. Aether helps him surface.

“It’s a lot to get used to,” Dew had told him a week ago, holding out a pile of black fabric, “you gotta practice while you can.”

He’d offered to help. To teach Rain how to breathe properly with his gills glamoured, how to cope with the added restriction of their stage costumes. Rain, prideful thing that he is, had refused. Of course he had. Had shrugged off Dew’s words and waved away the offer of help. He was certain he could manage on his own - he hardly planned on using his full glamour anyway, so what was the point in practicing? Besides, if Dew could do it then so could he. Dewdrop had given him a withering look, followed by a scoff.

“Whatever, wet boy. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Rain had dismissed him with an exaggerated eye roll, returning to the very important task of filing his claws, and had promptly forgotten about the whole affair.

Until now. 

Because now, huddled in a damp corner of their venue’s shower room, Rain finds himself thinking the unthinkable: 

I should have listened to Dewdrop.

Everything feels too close, too tight. This form, this woefully human shape he’s been forced to take, brings with it an unexpected, crushing pressure. The uniform doesn’t help - it’s all skin tight, the fabric scratching at every inch of him. He feels flayed open, pink and raw; it’s visceral and wholly unsettling, but the vanishing of his gills is far and away the worst part. 

Rain paws at his own chest, tugging the knot of his tie in an effort to relieve some of the pressure. His mask and balaclava sit across the room, tossed away the moment he’d managed to get his shaky fingers to cooperate. It’s only been a few minutes since he stumbled his way in here, drawn by the presence of water and the oddly comforting scent of mildew, but Rain feels like he’s been suffering for years.

He can’t stop trembling, clutching his knees to his chest and fighting the razors in his throat. Clawing with his stupid, blunt, human nails at the places his gills should be - the sides of his neck, the ridges of his ribs. Trying to force them open again through his shirt, to rip away the binding magic trapping him in this sorry state. Gasping. Choking. Suffocating.

Satanas, he’s fucking drowning.

He’s drowning and it’s his own damn fault.

It shouldn’t be this bad. Nothing should be this bad. But from the moment Copia had said that incantation, had bound all of the ghouls to these horribly restrictive forms for the night, Rain hasn’t been able to catch his breath. Dew’s words swim though his head in a vague whisper of regret, one that Rain tries in vain to shake off. It only makes him dizzier.

There’s a call from somewhere outside the attached dressing room - twenty minutes til soundcheck - and it does nothing to help the tightness in Rain’s chest. His lungs ache, his throat burns, and his heart feels like it’s about to crash right through his ribcage. The edges of his vision are darkening already, and he can’t tell if it’s from the hot tears gathered in his lashes or a lack of air. Maybe both.

He’s going to die here. He knows he is. Tucked into a tight ball in some dingy shower, alone and terrified, on the night of his first ritual. The others will find nothing but a pile of damp clothes and the stink of sulfur, their water ghoul having discorporated and vanished back to the Pit. There’s no way around it. 

Rain hugs his knees and whimpers, feeling the knife between his ribs dig in deeper. He’s panting now - shallow, desperate hiccups of air. They’re all he can manage as the walls close in on him. The crushing weight of his own foolishness slams against his skull - he swears he can hear it, a hollow echo. Like distant footsteps on cold stone. Rain’s eyes slip shut, the tears begin to fall, and all he can do is wait for his lungs to give out.

“Rain?”

He jolts at the voice - a distant, low rumble that he doesn’t recognize. Do ghouls have a grim reaper? A being sent to collect their infernal essence and return it home? Is that who’s calling his name? Rain doesn’t know, and he doesn’t answer. He can’t. His voice went with his ability to breathe.

“Rain, where are you?”

It’s like he’s underwater. The voice is so foreign, lilting and accented in a way he can’t place. But it’s…soothing, somehow. Familiar, like a comfortable piece of clothing. He wants to lift his head but finds it immovable. Filled with cement. Those echoing footsteps in his head grow louder with each passing moment, and as his consciousness fades Rain swears he feels himself being lifted.

The next thing he feels is…warmth. It’s so warm. He’s so warm.

“Rain?” A warbling echo at the edge of his mind. “Can you hear me?”

There’s a weight on his chest, but it’s…different than it was before he felt the world slip away. Steady pressure, gentle, running the length of his sternum. It’s wonderfully grounding, puts him so at ease that he nearly forgets why he was so -

Rain’s eyes fly open and he sucks in air like a man starved, great gulps of the stuff that make his throat ache all over again. He thrashes, arches against the pressure on his chest and finds it doesn’t give. Rather, it holds him steady, keeps him pinned to - is he on a couch?

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” It’s that voice again, the one he somehow both did and didn’t know. “You’re okay Rain, I’ve got you.”

Whoever it is, he finds it easy to believe them. Rain blinks as he catches his breath, clears the wet haze from his eyes. He doesn’t know what he expects to see, but it certainly isn’t a water-stained ceiling. At length he manages to turn his still-heavy head to the side. When he does, he’s met with a silver mask...and a pair of familiar lavender eyes. 

“Ae…Aether?” The name comes out raspy and worn, like Rain had been screaming. The other ghoul nods, and Rain realizes that the pressure on his chest is Aether’s hand. His shirt is unbuttoned, and that large, callused palm feels heavenly against his clammy skin. “What…how…”

“The Cardinal sent me to get you for soundcheck,” he explains, eyes scanning Rain’s face. The accent is fascinating, but now that Rain knows who he’s hearing he can pick out the familiar timbre of Aether’s usual voice. “Found you in the bathroom, pale as anything.”

“Couldn’t breathe,” Rain manages after a few moments, clearing his throat with a wince. “Couldn’t…without my gills, I -”

“I figured as much,” Aether murmurs. Rain gives the other ghoul a quizzical look, and Aether cracks the tiniest smile. “This happened to Dew too, the first time. Didn’t he tell you?” Rain stares at him, wide-eyed.

“What did?”

“The panic,” Aether says gently. “You had a panic attack, Rain.”

Rain blinks at him. 

A…a panic attack? No, that wasn’t right. That couldn’t be right.

“No,” he murmurs, brow furrowed. “No it - it was the binding spell. It…it took my gills and I-”

“It did, yes,” Aether confirms, canting his head. “But you’re breathing fine without them now, aren’t you?” 

Rain blinks again, finally taking full stock of himself. Of the rise and fall of his ribcage and the now-steady thud of his heart, and finds that he can’t argue. His chest still aches, but it feels more like muscle strain and less like breathlessness. It feels like the almost pleasant burn that follows his lengthy swims in the abbey’s lake, or one of his more energetic romps with Swiss. Rain brings a hand to his throat, just to be sure, and Aether laughs through his nose.

“See?” Aether pats his chest, a reassuring gesture. “Just fine without them.”

Silence blankets them, and it gives Rain time to think. He hasn’t spent a whole lot of time with the ghoul before him in the months since his summoning. Not for lack of wanting - he likes Aether, (very much, if he were to be honest), but with the hectic nature of pre-tour life there hadn’t been much of a chance to…connect. A few shared meals, a handful of fleeting touches in the common room - ones he revisited in the comfort of his own bed - and one very close call on the tour bus were all Rain had to show for his interest.  

So yes, he does like Aether. More importantly, though, he trusts Aether. The other ghoul had earned it with his calm demeanor, the way he carries himself, the way he treats others. They all rely on him, even the Cardinal. That’s probably why he’d been sent to fetch Rain in the first place - Copia knew he would actually do it, not just sneak off in an effort to shirk their duties. If it were any other ghoul, Rain would simply wave off the idea of what he’d just experienced being something as paltry, as…human, as a panic attack.  

But it isn’t another ghoul. It’s Aether. Aether, with his kind eyes and soft smile. Aether, with his broad body and gentle nature. Aether, who is currently rubbing slow circles into his warming skin. Rain realizes in a delayed sort of way that the ghoul’s other hand is in his hair, scratching lightly at the place where his horns should be. He wants to purr with it, but it comes out as a deep hum instead. Aether chuckles.

“I’ll take that as a sign that you’re feeling better,” he murmurs, and Rain can’t deny that he’s right. He rests a hand on top of the one on his chest and gives Aether a shy nod.

“Yeah,” he huffs, voice still strained, “some.”

“Good. Do you think you can sit up?” 

Rain isn’t sure he wants to. Aether’s hands feel so nice, his presence so calming, and Rain doesn’t want to lose either one. Voices in the hall bring him back a bit, though; right, he has a job to do here. He heaves out a harsh exhale and nods, giving Aether’s hand a squeeze. The other ghoul sits back on his heels and Rain sighs at the loss of his touch. He braces himself and forces his body upright, grunting with the effort of swinging his legs over the edge of the couch.

The pain hits him all at once. 

“Oh, my fucking head,” he groans, hunching and pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. “Shit.”

“Headache? Dew had a nasty one too.” Those large hands grip his wrists and give a coaxing tug. “You’re only going to make it worse doing that,” Aether chides. “Here, let me help.”

Rain isn’t sure how he can, given the fact that he’s pretty sure there’s an ice pick lodged in his brain, but he obliges. Allows Aether to bring his hands down and rest them on his own thighs. The other ghoul nudges his shoulder and Rain reluctantly raises his head, finding Aether knelt between his splayed legs. The sight sends a swoop of something entirely inappropriate through his belly, and Rain tries his best to ignore it. It’s hard to do when Aether cups his face with both hands, rough thumbs dragging over his cheekbones. The other ghoul gives him a smile and Rain swallows hard.

“Try to relax, alright? This might feel a bit…odd.”

Rain blinks owlishly, opens his mouth to speak, but the words die on his tongue as a wave of hot pressure fills his sinuses. It travels up behind his eyes, fills his ears and skull, wraps around his brainstem and trickles down his spinal cord. It only lasts a few seconds, and as the sensation fades Rain finds every bit of pain and lingering discomfort fading right along with it. He feels lighter than air, dizzy in a way that plasters a dazed look on his face. 

“There we are,” Aether coos, pulling his hands back. “How’s that? Better?”

“What was that?” Rain hardly recognizes the syrupy sound of his own slurred voice. Aether lets out a soft snort, resting his palms on Rain’s bony knees.

“Just a little something to take the edge off,” he says with a wiggle of his fingers. Rain finds himself entranced by the way Aether’s rings glint in the low light of the room. “I can’t do much beyond pain relief in this sorry state,” Aether gestures at his own glamoured body, “but that should at least be enough to get you through the ritual.”

Rain offers a slow nod, but he isn’t really focused on the words. His - well, everything, really, has gone fuzzy. Pleasantly warm and tingly, like he’d been wrapped in an electric blanket. He feels…safe, he thinks is the word for it. Anchored in a way he certainly wasn’t before Aether had rescued him from his breathless spiral. That seems like a distant memory now, a blip on the radar. All he can feel is a delightful buzz in the back of his head and the grounding weight of Aether’s hands on his knees.

“Rain? Are you still with me?” The ghoul blinks, refocusing on the masked face before him. He nods again, gaze bouncing between those stunning lavender eyes and plush lips. 

Those lips…

“Yeah,” he breathes, gripping his own thighs, “yeah, I…I’m…” 

He probably shouldn’t be staring at that unbearably pretty mouth. Shouldn’t be imagining how Aether’s chapped lips would feel on his. What he should do is say thank you. Tell Aether how appreciative he is of his help, of his care. He should say it and offer a handshake, or maybe a hug. Something small, but still affectionate. Something he won’t regret once the fuzziness in his brain fades. 

He doesn’t mean to lean in. Not really. He shouldn’t, no matter how much he wants to. No matter how much he’s wanted to for the past few months. 

But, well, he is leaning in. He’s leaning in and Aether isn’t pulling back. In fact, Rain’s pretty sure he’s tilting his head. Making space. Angling himself so his mask isn’t in the way and oh fuck he’s really going to do this.

When they kiss, Rain’s mind goes quiet.

It isn’t long. Isn’t deep or wet or messy. What it is, is wonderfully simple - a humble, chaste meeting of the lips. Short and sweet and somehow completely, utterly perfect. Rain pulls back just enough to let Aether see the enormous grin he can feel splitting his face, and to his delight the other ghoul returns it.

“I was wondering when we’d get around to that,” Aether says with amusement, squeezing Rain’s knees. Rain huffs out a laugh.

“Me too,” he admits, “maybe not quite like that, but I’m not going to complain.” 

“Neither am I.” Aether’s smile is devastating, wide and bright. “But as much as I’d like to carry on, I’m afraid we’ve got a job to do.”

Rain sighs, nodding - he’s held them all up long enough. He busies himself buttoning his shirt and tries not to mourn the loss of Aether’s hands when the other ghoul wanders over to one of the vanities on the far wall. He doesn’t have to mourn for long, though. Only for the time it takes for Aether to fetch his discarded tie, mask and balaclava. Rain eyes them with more than a little trepidation, his stomach giving a weak flip. His discomfort must be obvious - Aether lays a hand on his shoulder and holds him steady.

“It’s alright,” he promises, sitting at Rain’s side. “Let me help.”

Aether is so very gentle with him. So much so that it makes Rain blush. He talks through everything he does - knotting Rain’s tie, sliding on his balaclava, tucking back his hair. Aether checks in on him with every step, and Rain doesn’t think he has enough words for how grateful he feels. There’s still an edge of unease settling in his chest, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. 

Aether tells him about how things went with Dew the first time he’d had his gills glamoured. Tells Rain that he needs to have a talk with their newly minted fire ghoul about ways to cope so the panic doesn’t rear its ugly head again. Rain promises he will - his own pride isn’t worth the black hole in his chest.

“There we are,” Aether remarks with one final tuck of a particularly stubborn curl, “well done.” Rain could chirp at the praise, and at the way Aether’s hand lingers on his cheek. “Last step,” he adds after a moment, “and I think you should do this one.”

Aether holds up his mask, and Rain tries not to cringe at the very obvious scuff across its right cheek. From where he’d tossed it on the ground, he imagines. Hopefully it’ll buff out. He accepts the offering with a small nod and raises the mask to his face, stretching the straps to slip it over his head.

“Oh, hang on,” Aether says suddenly, and Rain looks over at him just in time to watch the other ghoul slide his own mask up with a thumb. “One more thing.”

Aether leans in and kisses him for real this time - lush and full, unyielding. Rain drops his mask in favor of grabbing hold of Aether’s square jaw, luxuriating in the feel of the other ghoul’s lips on his. It’s over far too soon, but the glimmer in Aether’s eye when he pulls away is full of promise. 

“For good luck,” he lilts, and Rain goes warm all over. Aether fixes his mask, Rain slips on his own, and together they stand. Aether gives Rain’s tie one final adjustment before nodding, giving his chest a pleased pat. “Now let’s get going before they send in the cavalry.” Rain nods, fiddling with the end of his tie.

“Thank you,” he says softly, the words long overdue. “For everything.” Aether hums and takes hold of Rain’s hand, thumbing over his knuckles.

“My pleasure,” he croons, and Rain would do anything to kiss him again. But for now, that will have to wait.

For now, the feel of Aether’s hand around his own is enough. 

#miasma's work #the band ghost ficlets #mushy may #rain ghoul #aether ghoul #aether/rain #aether x rain #this is just a full fic at this point #panic attack tw

[riconas]

rico i am kindly requesting an expansion on the aether/rain spanking thought. plwase.

this is my moment my moment has come

(not really a ficlet, more like a ramble)

cw: mentions of blood, injury, masochism

Rain comes into Aether's room all riled up. Pissy, exhausted, the whole shebang, and very authoritatively asks Aether to spank him, to make it hurt, to make him cry. Aether's happy to, but he knows Rain gets squirmy whenever they do this, and he isn't going to be able to do his job if Rain's wiggling around, is he? So he offers to put Rain under, offers to really fuck him up, and Rain says yes.

Cut to twenty minutes later. Rain's gone, draped over Aether's lap like a limp, useless thing, his pants shoved down to his ankles because Aether couldn't be bothered to pull them off altogether. And it keeps his feet bound, which is a plus.

He hasn't used his magick on Rain yet, because he wants to wait until it's really bad before pushing Rain that far, but Rain's still needy, still batting at his thighs and flicking his tail like a brat, and Aether loses patience. He was going to be soft and sweet, maybe work Rain up nicely, but if Rain doesn't want to play nice, neither will he.

Aether shoves him off, forces him onto his hands and knees, gets the cane out. Makes him count the strikes out loud. Refuses to put him under until Rain's begging for it, crying tears of genuine pain, wobbly arms struggling to hold himself up. Rain doesn't even get hard, not like he usually does—he's here to be hurt, not to be pleasured, and Aether's perfectly fine with that.

Rain caves around number seven, his ass so red and raw Aether can't believe how he's still taking it, and Aether finally, finally grants him the privilege of quintosis.

Rain barely reacts to the next strike. It's like taking a step back—the pain eases but the injury is still there, and Aether just knows Rain won't be able to sit for a week after this, knows his ass is going to be a disaster of bruises and broken skin, that he'll have to fix all the damage when they're done.

"Are you alright?" he asks, knowing full well Rain can't respond. Rain may well be gagged, for all the good it does. Aether doesn't laugh, though—he isn't Swiss. He just scrapes his nails over he raised welts, relishing in the tremble of Rain's body, in the tortured moan he lets out. He rubs Rain's back, mockingly gentle, pushing his quintessence right into the core of Rain's mind, and brings the cane down the hardest yet.

Rain's so high off it that he can't even scream—the loudest noise he can make is a whimper, too fucked up to even comprehend reacting to the hurt. All he can do is press a very shaky I think I'm done into Aether's mind, enough for Aether to put the cane down and tug him right into aftercare.

It's only when Aether drops the quintosis that Rain fully registers the pain, crying out with it. Like being carried over the shallow and dropped right in the middle of the deep. Aether's right there with him, soothing it as quickly as it comes, scooping him up and wrapping him in his arms.

Rain doesn't let him heal the lashes. He tells Aether he wants the reminder, even if it means he'll limp for a week.

He eats dinner standing by the counter for the next three days. Dew doesn't stop teasing him. Mountain is concerned.

They definitely do it again.

#I'M INSANE! #rico speaks #ficlet #kinda #aether x rain

[iamthecomet]

Rain Being A Pillow Princess And Getting Embarrassed, Fucked By Aether, feeling His Gently Roaming his Body and Pressing on his Stomach feeling That Delicious Cock Even More?

Princess Rain Agenda.

Rain covers his eyes with his arm. He turns his head into the crook of his elbow. He tries just to feel, and not to think about anything. Aether's hands drag down his sides, over the lines of his ribs, his hips, his shaking thighs. The callouses on his fingers catch on the softest parts of Rain's skin, a sharp bite amidst all this softness. Rain can't breathe. The drag of Aether's cock deep inside of him is a hard reset to his brain with each slow thrust. It's incredible, agonizing, debilitating. And to make it all that much worse, or maybe better, Aether's still talking. "Look at you, Raincloud," Aether breathes. His fingers ghost over Rains' cock, and it kicks. Rain's stomach swoops, and Aether's fingers back off. He drags them through the precum pooling on Rain's stomach instead, gathering it between his fingers. Rain moves his arm and cracks his eyes open just in time to see Aether testing the elasticity of it. Eyes glued to the way it stretches between his thumb and forefinger. "So pretty like this, Rainy. Letting me do all the work." Rain's next breath shakes, he feels it in his lungs, the way they refuse to pull in a full breath of air. "Don't cover your face," Aether says. He reaches up and grabs Rain's wrist, pulling his arm away and letting it drop uselessly by Rain's side. "Wanna see everything I do to you." "Aeth--"

"Shh, baby. I've got you."

Rain whines. His face is hot, he can't look at Aether, it's too much. There's too much attentiveness in his eyes. He's watching Rain's face in earnest. Cataloging every tiny movement. Rain feels like he's under a microscope, it's not a feeling he's used to while he's being fucked. All he wants to do is hide. He wants to bury his face in the pillow and let Aether take him. But that's not what Aether wants. Rain almost begs him, Begs him to flip him over and just fuck him. Because that would be easier. And just when Rain thinks it can't get worse. Aether drags his fingers across Rain's belly again, but this time he pauses, flattening his hand over the spot between his hip bones. "Bet if I press down I'll feel myself here," Aether pants.

Rain whimpers. He closes his eyes. He can't look at Aether's face anymore. Can't watch the way his body moves as he fucks into him, languid, lazy, thorough. Aether does press down as soon as Rain's eyes close. He groans a delicious full sound that has Rain's toes curling. And then, Aether's thrusts get a little harder, a little deeper. "You take me so well. I can feel how good you are for me." Aether pushes both of Rain's knees back a little further, the next thrust reaches so deep it makes Rain's breath hitch. Aether's hand presses down a little harder. He moans again, it's a sound Rain feels in his bones. "Gonna cum right in here," Aether promises. Rain sobs.

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[st-danger]

Aether Spanking Rain for Almost Being bad As Dew?

Aether brings his hand down, and it connects with a sharp smack that slices through the silence of the room. Rain jolts, hips rutting forward into Aether's thigh. He's draped over his lap, over thick thighs that offer a little relief to rub off on with every hit. Aether's hand rubs at his cheeks, soft and sweet, and Rain melts.

"You need to be put in your place."

Rain isn't sure if it's mean to be a question or not. The falling inflection suggests a declarative statement, but there's a thread of hesitancy, uncertainty, that flows through Aether's words. He never has any problem spanking Dew, roughing him up a little, but he holds back with Rain. His nature isn't to be cruel with Rain; he'll push him, but there's a shyness, a reluctance that holds him back.

"Treat me like Dew," Rain whispers, and grinds his cock against Aether's leg. The shaky inhale tells him Aether feels just how bad he has it. "Pretend I'm that bad."

"Nobody's that bad," Aether says weakly, and the fingertips that stroke and smooth over pinking skin dip between and rub against his hole. Rain tenses and whines, soft. The fingers rub and tickle until Rain's pushing back against them, unable to stop himself.

"Pretend I am, then," he shoves back against the fingers as best he can. "Pretend I've been miserable all day and you're so fed up with me that-"

Aether's hand connects, unexpected and hard and Rain cries out, a mix of surprise and sudden, delicious pain.

"Oh, Aether, yeah-"

"Brat," Aether tells him, and there's an edge to his tone that wasn't there before, even if he still sounds hopelessly fond. "You want me to beat that out of you?"

Again, even harder, and he digs his hands into the couch cushions, humping against Aether's legs as he gasps with it. He hopes he leaves a nice wet spot on Aether's pants when this is all said and done; it'll make Aether blush and get all shy.

"That it?" Aether murmurs, scratching his nails over Rain's ass. "That's what you're looking for?"

"More," Rain pleads. "Make me sorry."

#st-speaks #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #aether/rain #rain/aether #aether x rain #rain x aether

[gasolineghuleh]

Drabble:

One Ghoul using another as a weighted blanket. Possibly for angst/comfort or smut or something

The room is dimly lit, cozy and quiet, just how Rain likes it at the end of a long day. He's sprawled out in a big, comfy armchair, an open book forgotten in his lap. The candle nearby flickers, casting playful shadows across his face. It's peaceful here, a nice change from the usual chaos. The Ghoul is more whisper than shout, more presence than Presence.

On the rug at his feet, Aether is just relaxing, his head resting against the base of the armchair. The others have all turned in for the night, leaving the two of them in their own little world. It’s nice, Rain thinks, to have a bit of quiet time. The dens are mostly empty at this time of night anyway, and the two of them have been spending increasing amounts of time together now that the tour has ended.

"Rain?" Aether's voice is soft, barely louder than the crackling candle. He looks up at Rain, his mask catching the light in an eerie way, his eyes hidden but his tone warm and inviting.

"Mmm?" Rain looks up from his book, giving Aether his full attention.

"Can't sleep, love," Aether confesses, sounding a bit embarrassed. It’s not often he lets his guard down like this. He shrugs slightly, trying to brush away the anxiety.

Rain's heart gives a little sympathetic twinge. Aether might come off as mysterious and stoic, but Rain knows there's a softer side to him-- he's seen it during these late night chats together. He sets his book aside. "Wanna join me up here?" he asks, patting the armchair next to him.

Aether hesitates, but then he gets up and joins Rain on the chair. He’s bigger, sure, but he fits into the space like it’s meant for him. Rain can't help but smile, a real, warm smile. It feels like they're sharing a secret, just the two of them. He reaches out, touching Aether's arm lightly, offering some comfort.

Aether lays his head in Rain's lap, his body stretching out from the chair onto the floor. It’s a bit like having a weighted blanket, but way better. The room feels even cozier now, filled with a quiet, comfortable vibe. Rain starts running his fingers through Aether's hair, what bit he can reach through the mask, and the motion turns calming for both of them.

"Better?" he whispers.

"Much," Aether rumbles from his chest, sounding more relaxed now. It’s a rare glimpse into his softer side, and Rain cherishes it. The night moves on, the candle burning lower, but they’re in their own little bubble. Rain’s gentle touch and Aether’s quiet strength make for a perfect mix.

#fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost bc fanfic #papa emeritus #lorraine writes #aether ghoul #aether #rain ghoul #rain #the band ghost #ghost #ghost bc #fics #nameless ghouls #era 4 ghouls #aether x rain

[ghoulriver]

33: I won't hurt you Aether/Rain

Admittedly this is my first time posting any of my writing to this hellsite (or anywhere in general) so I hope this is okay! I also spent so long scrolling through to find the prompt list that I got dizzy, so I hope this actually fits the prompt!

366 words of Aether comforting Rain below the cut!

Aether is suddenly awoken from his slumber by the sound of whimpering and crying, he reaches over and turns on his lamp before glancing around the room to find the source of the sound. The large ghoul’s stomach drops to his feet when he sees one of the Cardinal’s newest summons curled up in the chair on the other side of his room, crying. Aether slips out of bed and slowly walks over to the smaller ghoul, not wanting to startle him.

“Rainy? Are you alright baby?”

Rain doesn’t seem to hear his words, not lifting his head from where it sits between his knees as he continues to cry. Aether places a large hand on Rain’s back starting to gently rub soothing circles on it in hopes that it’ll calm the smaller ghoul enough that he can tell him what’s wrong. Rain nearly jumps out of his skin at the contact, letting out a frightened yelp as he scrambles to move away from Aether’s hand. He quickly pulls his hand away from the startled ghoul, instead crouching down in front of him. “Shh, it’s okay Rainy. I won’t hurt you” he whispers, watching as Rain’s breathing slows to a normal rate. Rain turns to face him, his eyes red and puffy from crying “Aeth..?” he whispers, moving forward to wrap his arms tightly around the quintessence ghoul once he realizes who he is.

“‘M sorry, had a nightmare,” he whispers, burying his face in Aether’s neck to breathe in his soothing scent.

“I know baby, it’s alright. I’m here now, you’re safe.” Aether continues to hold Rain for a few minutes, whispering sweet nothings to help soothe him. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asks, the only answer being a shake of Rain’s head.

“Would you like to stay the night with me?” that gets him a nod and Aether smiles, carefully picking Rain up as he stands. He carries the water ghoul to his bed, happily settling Rain on his chest as they lay down together. A soothing purr kicks up in Aether’s chest, helping lul the smaller ghoul to sleep as he gently rubs his back.

“Goodnight, Rain. I love you”

#the band ghost #nameless ghoul #rain ghoul #aether ghoul #aether x rain #River answers #ficlet #the band ghost fic #fluffy ficlet #hurt /comfort #technically