hey! the name’s mars. disaster bi, musician, general menace to society, and somehow a fic writer for this lovely fandom.
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Thank you to @jimothybarnes @ghost-creative-prompts for putting Ghostober together this year! <3
Pairing: Aether/Aeon
Aeon says no when they mean to say yes. They and Aether run with it.
Explicit, 1.4k words. Cunt and dick used for Aeon's anatomy. Undernegotiated kink, Aeon says no when they mean yes and the two of them, after checking in, run with that. Consensual non consent, enthusiastic consent, breeding talk, praise kink, manhandling, putting the twink in a mating press, aftercare. Safeword mention. divider by @wrathofrats <3
It’s always a treat when Aeon wants to show Aether just how flexible they are. Ankles hooked over his shoulders, bent in half without complaint. Flat on their back in his nest, enveloped in the scent of ozone and cinnamon and sweet blackberry, good eye dilated so only a thin ring of lavender remains.
“Fuck, pretty boy,” Aether groans, carding his hands through their hair. “Always so good for me.”
Aeon preens at the praise, but a trill is cut short with a keen as Aether’s cock splits them open, each piercing in his Jacob’s ladder rolling against their walls and sending pure electricity up their spine. “I try,” they gasp, hands finding Aether’s shoulders and pulling him in until their foreheads pressed together, sharing breath.
“You try so hard,” he coos, rolling his hips and pressing his cock as deep as it’ll go, something truly intimate inside of them. “At everything you do. Such a determined, good boy.”
Aether can’t help himself but laugh when the praise makes Aeon’s cunt flutter. Aeon rumbles, tail whipping and the spade smacking his calves. But their cheeks flush even darker, head tipping back to bare their throat to the older ghoul.
He takes full advantage, nuzzling his cheek against the sharp line of their jaw. They’re going to fucking reek of him when they’re done. Broadcasting loudly exactly why Aeon’s limping and grinning cheekily tomorrow morning. This is just the start.
“Fuck, Aeth, so fucking deep,” Aeon groans, nosing into Aether’s mohawk. Their claws pinprick at his shoulders, holding him close as he pins their thighs to their chest. “Love your cock. So fucking much.”
“Yeah, sweet boy?” Aether chuffs, pulling back far enough to meet their eyes. “Takin’ it like a fucking champ. This might be what you’re best at, bug.”
Aeon shudders, back arching and pressing their chests together. Aether can feel their pulse, rabbit fast already. He just grins, angles his hips just right to tear a squeal from Aeon’s throat and slips a hand under the small of their back to make them hold that angle. “Aether-”
“Yeah, baby?” Aether rumbles, struggling to keep his eyes open for a moment, Aeon’s tight cunt nearly choking him. “Fuck how much you’ve grown into your magic, shit- how wonderful you are out there in the world, you’re best at taking cock and getting bred, aren’t you?”
Aeon’s eyes fully roll back in their head, a shuddering, long moan dragged from their lips. Aether is more than happy to swallow down every noise they make in a bruising kiss. Especially when his words are met with Aeon’s cunt tensing, their own dick throbbing against Aether’s pubic bone as they grind up the best they can against him.
Eventually they have to pull away to breathe, wheezy little things as their lungs fight for full capacity, body folded in half as it is. “Oh- oh fuck- Aether-” Aeon gasps, their grip tightening on his shoulders.
“Yeah, pretty bug?” Aether chuffs, nudging his nose against the bridge of theirs. His thrusts grow heavier, solid rolls of his hips that make his balls slap wetly against their taint. He makes sure Aeon can feel just how heavy they are, just how deep he’s hitting. “They call this a mating press for a reason. Think about just how deep I’ll get.”
Aeon shudders, their toes curling as each barbell along the underside of Aether’s cock rolls against their cunt. “Aether- oh- Aether-” they gasp, eyes wide and bright and body starting to squirm. Aether easily keeps them pinned right where he wants them.
“Yeah, buggy?” he rumbles, groaning right in their ear and nipping at the lobe between two earrings. “Fucking your brains out, can’t talk right, can you? Love gettin’ bred, gonna fill you up so full-”
“Oh, no, Aeth, please don’t cum in me,” Aeon whines, batting their lashes and almost pouting, sticking out their bottom lip. Aether barely has enough time for his thrusts to falter before quintessence crackles to life in his brain like a radio station coming out of static. Green, ‘m green, ‘m so green, dunno why I said it, just ignore me, shouldn’t- shit, sorry Aeth-
Aether kisses them a little too sweetly for what Aeon’s just suggested, but there’s no way for him to hide the way his cock throbs inside of them. What’s your word, sweetheart? He presses back.
Volcano. Same as always. Aeon blinks up at him, fangs sinking into their bottom lip. Their scent tinges a little sour with nerves, hands kneading at Aether’s back. I- I know we should talk.
Next time. We talk next time.
Aeon shudders at the thought of next time. “Don’t cum in me,” they squeak out loud. “Green.”
“That’s how we wanna play?” Aether croons, voice shifting a little lower just to watch Aeon shiver. “Oh, baby boy, we can play.”
Aeon gets slicker, wetness smearing in their bushes, over Aether’s thighs and balls. Aether grins and presses as deep as he can inside of them. They bat their eyelashes in a flutter, taking their lip between their fangs again. “I- I mean it, Aether,” they whisper, but there’s no hiding the hunger in their voice as Aether doesn’t let up.
“Make me,” Aether rumbles in their ear. “You want it so bad, sweetheart, show me how much you mean it.”
To their credit, Aeon does put up a fight. Shoves hard at Aether’s shoulders, tries to push him off of them with their legs. Aeon writhes desperately under him. But Aether just laughs as he drapes himself over them, fucking into them with obscenely loud slaps of skin on skin. As tough as Aeon wants to be, there’s no leverage, not with all of Aether’s strength pinning them in half.
He grabs their shoulders, shoving Aeon down into the bed. They moan like a whore as he manhandles their body just how he wants. “Mine, sweetheart, I know just how bad you want it. Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you, I always will.”
Aeon, despite the change in the scene, nods desperately. “I- oh fuck- Aether-” they gasp, eyes rolling back as Aether pins them in half, unable to move an inch as he takes and takes and takes. Their stomach tenses, harder and harder to draw breath, but they wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Yeah, pretty boy?” Aether growls. His balls start to draw up, thrusts stumbling off an otherwise perfect rhythm. All Aeon can smell is ozone and sex, their faces millimeters apart. Aether squeezes a hand between their flush bodies to stroke Aeon’s dick between two fingers, and the younger ghoul wails.“Cum for me. I know what you really want, and I’m always happy to give. Cum on my cock while I breed you.”
It takes three strokes of their dick for Aeon’s eyes to roll back in their head, squirting over Aether’s stomach as they cum harder than Aether’s ever seen them. Their claws dig into his shoulders, tail lashing and curling around Aether’s thigh, and Aether chokes on his breath as Aeon’s cunt squeezes him like it never wants him to go.
However, the last straw before he falls over the edge after them is the spade of Aeon’s tail brushing purposely up against his taint. Aether grunts, shoving himself as deep as he can in their cunt and spilling hot and thick. “Take it, take it, take it.”
Aeon whines, shakes their head, but another wave of their orgasm hits them and they shove their face in Aether’s shoulder as they shake through it. “Aether-” they gasp.
“I got you, so good, I got you,” Aether rumbles, his chest heaving and hair falling in his face. As soon as he’s able to move, he shifts so Aeon can put their legs down, hauling the younger ghoul against his chest. “You did so good for me.”
“Sorry for springing all of that on you, Aeth,” Aeon whispers, eyes still squeezed shut. There’s a tremor in their thigh. Aether rubs his hand up and down their leg trying to soothe them.
“We’re alright,” he whispers into their sweaty hair. “Next time we talk, though.”
Aeon nods in agreement, chuffing softly for him. “Next time.”
“Now, I’m no Dew,” Aether rumbles in their ear, rolling onto his back with Aeon in tow. “But I can keep you warm enough til he comes and joins us.”
Aeon’s eyes crack open, smiling wide up at him. “Sounds fucking great.”
They curl back into Aether’s arms, the room quiet except for the two ghouls chuffing at each other.
Congrats @divine-misfortune cause that is exactly my thought process while I was making the comic. On the third page, it's Phantom playing dumb while noticing Dew but in reality he's very much to blame for the thoughts. If you look more closely, there's little quint "sparkles" on Dew on the 1st page. I'm tempted to make a follow-up comic that shows the aftermath haha
*twirling my hair thinking about aeon and rain being nasty*
aeon shoves his hand into rain's sweats, snuggling a finger into his slit and circling the pad of it over rain's little cock. the quint ghoul noses at his jawline, tucking his face into the crook of rain's neck where all the salty perspiration lingers.
you're so cute, aeon breathes, taking the thigh the water ghoul offers and humping his chubby cock against the lean muscle. you're like my boyfriend out there, posing for the camera. they love us together, don't they?
rain groans and lets the back of his head thump against the dressing room wall. just touch me. been so close to me all night i c-can't . . . you're teasing on purpose, bug.
yeah. i am, he laughs. it's fun, though. i like you all worked up. aeon crooks his fingers, biting his lip and humming approvingly when rain's cunt coats the tips of them in cool slick. rain's hand tightens in aeon's freshly-washed hair, chill water dampening his knuckles.
there-- he moans, bucking into aeon's touch. he throbs each time those eager fingers rub him right. gods, your fingers . . .
know just where to put them, cutie, aeon rasps against rain's neck. words mumbled against the flutter of gills begging to come out of their glamour. he rolls his hips, gaining more friction against rain's thigh. breath already starting to hitch as they both gain momentum. oh, your leg feels so fucking good, rain, shit--
yeah, wanna feel you later, the water ghoul breathes. wanna see how excited it gets when we play boyfriends.
the sound that drips onto rain's shoulder is wrecked and hungry.
get some room service. put on a movie and get handsy under the covers, rain continues, babbling through the adjacent chase of their highs, and i'll let you fuck my ass like it's the first time.
aeon's knees buckle, thighs clamping around rain's leg as he curses and nearly paints the inside of jeans from the mental image alone.
Hi Mars <3 I’m just popping by to say hi, I hope today is kind to you and I wish you a good week. Love and hugs/high-fives/cool-friendship-hand-signals for you
aww hi jimothy!! so nice to hear from you, this made me smile :,) today’s been good, i decided to deal with impending drastic life changes by getting a new piercing and am very happy with it hehe. lots of love right back to you 💖💖💖
Tags: dubious consent, somnophilia (both only a little at the beginning), breeding kink, heat/rut, daddy kink, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, dirty talk, knotting.
Notes: it only took a year, but i finally finished this birthday request from @miasmaghoul! happy birthday babeee x
Words: 1834
Summary:
“Shit, baby—” Cumulus moans. Her legs twitch, feet popping up and hitting Aether’s shins as her thighs fight to press together. It stings, and there’s pressure like nothing else, pushing somewhere deep. Expanding until all there is is Aether; all the crackling ozone and heady musk draping itself around her and targeting precisely into that primal need to submit, to lie there and take.
But it’s good. It’s a pretty little switch in her brain that the big boys love to flip for her, and if she gets to cum hard and forget her name for a while, then being yanked from her slumber so Aether can have his way with her is worth it.
Read the rest on AO3, or under the cut:
That’s it . . . like that . . . fuck, gorgeous. Need you.
Cumulus stumbles into consciousness with a hand around her throat and another between her legs; thick fingers that stretch her wide, at least two or three inside her. An equally thick body presses against her back, feverish and smelling of musk and desperate electricity.
She swallows, throat bobbing against the palm of the hand that grips it. “A–Aether?” she strains. “What—” The rest of the thought cuts off with a sharp ah! when Aether crooks his fingers just right, making her throb harder than she ought to.
“Rut,” he growls. “Wants you; needs you. Need to fill you up so good.” Cumulus can only whimper; pinned between him and the mattress, it’s not like she has leverage to throw him off.
She squirms. Tries to blink away the rest of the sleep pulling at her eyes. “That bad, baby?”
“Say I can,” he says darkly. Voice thick, low, and missing it's usual jovial lilt. “Say you’ll take it like a good girl for me. Body’s begging for it, isn’t it?” Aether pumps his fingers in and out, slick squelching as if to prove his point.
“F-fuck.” She’s compromised. Truthfully, it'd be hard to deny him, especially when he's so desperate. But something stirs hot in her core, and she can’t deny she likes that she’s been unknowingly thrown into playing the part of prey. Thrust into sudden submission and vulnerability that few ghouls can do right for her. Part of her hates that Aether’s right—body begging for it—but the other part of her knows she’d rarely say no to this.
The grip on her throat tightens. “Yes or no,” he insists. Part of him still willing to tear himself away despite already having his way with her before she woke up.
“Yes,” she wheezes, nodding quickly. Accepting her fate with a whimper. Cumulus can feel him leak against the back of her thigh.
Aether releases her throat. The quintessence ghoul adds another finger—that’s three already, Cumulus can decipher—and she keens. “Yeah, you’re a good slut for Daddy, aren’t you?” he says gruffly. “Gonna take this knot like a good girl?”
“Satanas,” she gasps. She’s never seen him this deep, this gone before. Cumulus doesn’t have long to ponder the last time she would have seen him so feral, though, because in the same second, Aether is grabbing the fat over her hips and nudging the head of his cock against her cunt.
“Ass up,” he growls, pulling at her legs until she’s on her knees, chest still slumped into the mattress. “Wanna get in deep.” It’s all the warning she gets before Aether’s shoving down to the hilt, sheathing the entirety of his thick cock inside. “Fuck, that’s good.”
“Shit, baby—” Cumulus moans. Her legs twitch, feet popping up and hitting Aether’s shins as her thighs fight to press together. It stings, and there’s pressure like nothing else, pushing somewhere deep. Expanding until all there is is Aether; all the crackling ozone and heady musk draping itself around her and targeting precisely into that primal need to submit, to lie there and take.
But it’s good. It’s a pretty little switch in her brain that the big boys love to flip for her, and if she gets to cum hard and forget her name for a while, then being yanked from her slumber so Aether can have his way with her is worth it.
Aether grinds his hips against her ass, and she swears she can feel the fat head of his cock all the way in her stomach. The quint ghoul drapes himself over her, belly pressing into the dip of her back as his arms worm their way underneath her. The deep rumble he breathes into her ear sends a spark of heat through her core, and the both of them groan as she clenches hard around his cock.
“That’s it,” he lilts. “Makin’ Daddy feel so good.” The first full thrust is almost too much; sharp and brutal, he makes her feel the entire length of his cock, from the foreskin catching on the thin rim of her entrance to the heavy balls squishing right into her folds. So close to her clit it makes her throb again.
“Baby, you gotta—oh.” Her voice shakes as Aether thrusts again, hard enough this time that her tits sway. “Please touch me.”
Aether growls, low and deep. The frequency makes her vibrate down to her bones. “Gonna,” he promises, finally starting up a rhythm. “Gonna make you cum on it.” The force with which he pulls her body to his takes her breath away, as does the moment he runs his fingers through the downy feathers on her mound and reaches her clit with practiced accuracy.
“Fuck, right there—” The spike of pleasure that hits her is red hot, blooming fast and fierce within her core, almost as if he willed it to do so. It’s a terribly easy thing to manifest, really, what with all the rampant pheromones blanketing her senses and the way he caresses her, inside and out. Aether’s fingers start fast, rubbing in tight little circles, yet angling in such a way that the pads of his fingers jump back and forth over the buried length of her clit. Each pass paired with an involuntary twitch of her calves and stomach, helpless to his quest to bring her rapidly to the edge.
“Yeah, squeeze me—yes,” he hisses, thrusting faster. “Squeeze Daddy’s fat fuckin’ cock.” Cumulus moans, a wanton, broken sound that makes Aether huff a laugh against her ear. “See? Knew you wanted it. Can’t say no when I make you feel this good, huh?”
“Aether,” she can’t help but cry out.
The quintessence ghoul growls and nips at her ear, shoving into her hard and deep. Forcing her slick to cream against the base of his shaft. “Uh-uh. What’s my name, little lamb?” He grinds, pressing in even further. Bullying against the deepest part of her.
“Oh!” she chokes out. “It’s–Daddy, it’s Daddy.”
“Good girl.” He purrs Cumulus’ praise, then licks a hot stripe just below the line of feathers along her ear. Tongue tickling against their sensitive quills. The fingers over her clit rub faster, harder. Matching the renewed tempo of his thrusts. The momentary reprieve did nothing to ease the ache, and she finds herself nearly shaking from the buildup.
“That’s—oh—that’s good, so good,” she moans into the sheets.
Aether groans into her ear. “Know it is. Daddy always makes you feel good.”
“Mm-hm!”
The sudden thrust into it all, metaphorically and literally, catches up with her, as does the fact that it’s her Aether wanted—not Cirrus, not Rain, not even Dew. Her. Paired with his skilled fingers rubbing over her clit, and the fat head of his cock pressing into all the right places, she’s grinding into him, chasing that building sensation in record time. Once her feathers start to fluff, goosebumps raising them from their follicles, she knows she’s past the point of no return.
“Please—I’m there, Daddy, please—”
“Can feel how much you wan’ it,” he rumbles after her muscles clench hard around him. “C’mon; cum on Daddy’s cock, naughty girl.”
That’s all it takes, really. Another sharp thrust and a slight harder touch brings her right over, fluttering around him as she cums hard and fast.
“A-Aether; fuck, oh Lucifer, fuck.” No matter how hard her body tries to curl away from him, he holds tight, arm over her belly and the other across her tits, thrusting into her with satisfied groans as his fingers continue to flick at her.
It feels like it goes on for ages, and when the stars finally clear from her eyes, she can feel the thick swell of his knot already bumping against her.
“Did so well,” he rumbles. “Fuck, you sexy thing. Gotta fuck you full of it. Tie you so tight you’ll never come off it.” Aether presses her into the bed until her ass can’t get any higher.
Cumulus keens; the slick from her orgasm makes his thrusts louder and wetter, and her skin tingles with oversensitivity. But it’s hot the way Aether grunts as he works the knot in, groans turning to moans turning to desperate whimpers the closer it gets to popping in.
“Need you,” he grits out. “Take it for me, baby, take this cock.”
“Yes, fuck yes; make me yours, make me yours.”
A few more well-angled thrusts and he pops in, and the two share the loudest groan as Aether cements himself to her body and grinds it deep.
“Yes, yeeesss,” he growls. “Mine, all fucking mine.”
Aether’s knot stretches her wider than she’s ever felt him before. Hot, hard, and throbbing, it presses against Cumulus’ walls with an almost-blinding pleasure. Aether wheezes as he cums, filling her up with as much as he can give her. She shudders as an aftershock rolls through her gut, radiating out from his swollen cock. Her belly spasms under his hand, and she can’t do much other than take it.
“Tha’s good,” Aether groans, slumping after he comes down from his high. “Mm, ‘Lus . . .” He presses his mouth to the line of her jaw, nipping and kissing as all his weight pushes her flat to the bed. Cumulus whines at the angle change, but Aether keeps talking to her, sweet and lucid now. Even outside of his rut-addled mind, though, he can’t stop from grinding his knot in, humping until his cock goes soft and slips from inside her.
“Aether,” she says weakly. “Clean us up, hun, you made me all jelly-legged.”
Aether rumbles contently and presses a kiss to her hair. “Feel so good though. Could keep you like this all week.” He gives her a squeeze but ultimately gets up, fetching something to wipe away the sweat and spend.
“Sorry for waking you up so rudely,” he jokes once he settles into bed with her, pulling the covers over them both and snuggling close. “It woke me up, too.”
“Quite the animal this time, Daddy,” Cumulus teases. She presses her face to his chest, breathing in his scent.
Aether laughs and wraps his arms around her, warm and strong. “Keep talkin’ like that and you’ll wake it up again.”
“Just don’t wake me up, again,” she warns unseriously, metaphorically turning her nose up at the idea. “I need my beauty sleep.”
“Of course.” Aether kisses her forehead and tangles their legs together. The hand on her lower back tingles with the slightest buzz of magic, just enough to work away that ache of being forced into position for so long. “You alright? Can I do anything else for you?”
“Mn. Just cuddle,” Cumulus yawns. “You can only wake me up again when it’s morning. And only after Dew’s made coffee.”
Aether chuckles into her hair. “I’ll tell him to bring us some. ‘Cause I’m not done with you yet.”
belly pressed to the bed, pillow bunched up under his hips, legs spread and ass clenched desperate.
it's early, sun just peeking over the hill, and dew's harder than he's been in weeks. woken up from how tingly he was when he shifted a certain way in his sleep. instead of a rough, sleep-addled hand that he knows will do him no good, he flips over onto his front and shoves his cock in between the creases of his pillow.
fucking shit.
it feels far better than it should, especially for a flat, too-soft pillow. but somehow, it's exactly what he wants, what his dick needs.
he feels like aeon, shoving his face into the sheets and letting loose a breathy moan for only himself to hear. but he's so sensitive that he doesn't care. he tucks his arms to his sides and humps until the only thing that crosses his mind is more, more, harder, fuck, please. he has to bite the fabric that's squished into the corner of his drooling mouth, just to stifle what must be whorish, pathetic moans.
h-oh oohh. fuck. ah hah. mn. mm-hmm!
heavy breathing, legs shaking, heartbeat in his gut desperate.
his hair is falling in his face by the time his balls draw up tight to his body, tail already starting to lift and twitch as he begs the empty room to let him cum. he can feel how he's soaked the pillow with pre, how there's even slick dripping from his hole.
all of it gritted through his teeth and as pitchy as he's capable of sounding. despite how vocal he's been, he's nearly silent when he cums, entire body going rigid as he shoots a fat load into the pillowcase. mouth dropped open, eyes rolling far back into his head when he really starts to spasm and shake.
when his body slumps and he sucks in ragged breaths, every time the world goes fuzzy and soft around the edges. eyes fluttering, falling shut no matter how hard he tries to keep them open. every time, body dropping him back into sleep as the last waves of his orgasm tingle up his spine, that morning light fading to darkness as he groans and lets it happen.
Could you do a dew/mountain collage if possible? Thank you!!!!
i love them so i will do this for you xx
a lot of the pics are vid screenshots bc these boys are hardly in photos together other than bows, but i did find some other good ones!! hope you like <3
