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I can’t believe I’m going into 2023 with an obsession with a 50 something year old satanic pope and his gaggle of demonic hell cats. But here we are

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No Thoughts, Only Ghouls (18+)

for my child, my baby, my cinnamon apple @traayaa

Pairing: Nihil's ghouls x f!reader

Summary: You ever wanted to fuck Nihil's ghouls?

Word count: 5,773

Warnings: smut, double-penetration, light slapping, multiple orgasms, whatever the fuck else I spent 3 days writing this bullshit

You remembered seeing the posters plastered up around town. Some band called Ghost was performing at Whiskey A Go Go on the 13th, with the frontman, Papa Nihil, singing a variety of songs. It didn't take a genius to know that their music was on the satanic side. The upside-down cross necklaces; the spooky chrome masks; Nihil's black and white skull makeup. Why not? You'd go and check them out. Satanists had never really scared you, anyway.

And you know what? You actually enjoyed yourself. You loved the beat of the music and, really, Nihil had a great voice. He was decent looking, but you found yourself watching the musicians that were with him. Four other men, all wearing similar outfits, though their necklaces told them apart, aside from their hair and instruments. You stood to the left of the stage, right in front of the crowd, and in front of their guitarist. You moved to the beat of the music, hips swaying as you take in everything around you. The red lights make it a bit harder to see, but the bright light from spotlights from behind the stage at least illuminates the band. 

The guitarist looks down at you a few times and you shoot him a smile. You assume the nod each time is meant for you, and it sends a hot fire shooting to your core. But his nods don't compare to when one of their songs ends and he steps forward, crouching before you. He takes your hand in his own, the heat feeling intense. You think you can see Nihil look at you two from the corner of your eye, but your attention is focused on the man before you. You like to think he's smiling behind that chrome mask as he lifts up your hand, pressing your knuckles to the cold surface of the lips. The smile cements itself on your face as you feel your cheeks heat up.

The rest of the show feels like it's a blur after that, your eyes locked with the guitarist. It feels like he's toying with you and you can tell now that his eyes watch you. While he's still moving to the music, his gaze stays trained on you, his fingers even rubbing against the strings of his guitar a few times as he bends at the waist, making sure you're seeing every movement of his. And you do.

You glance around at the others. The drummer is nodding his head to the beat as he plays, along with the other three. You wonder if it's to keep them on track with the music. The keyboardist is swaying his hips, bouncing a bit on his feet. And the bassist. You're almost surprised when you stare at him more. He's a giant of a man and he seems the most energetic, behind Nihil himself. That curly black hair of his bounces as he moves and, for a moment, you wonder just how talented those large hands of his truly are. Did he know how to do more than play the bass? You thought of being in his lap, feeling those hands massage your breasts before sliding lower, wondering what his voice would sound like as he praised you.

When the show finally ends, you notice how the guitarist takes a few steps back, head tilted so he can talk to the keyboardist. The man nods and the guitarist turns to the drummer. Another nod, and another one from the bassist when the three look towards him. You don't know what they're doing, but you watch as the guitarist pulls Nihil out of some bewildered trance. They exchange words you can't hear, but you see how the singer looks apprehensive at first. Those mismatched eyes flicker to you, looking you up and down. Were they talking about you?

The guitarist moves back, nodding his head to you and making sure he has your attention. He holds up his pick before tossing it out to you. You're lucky you're able to track it through the dim lighting in the club, but you still give him a smile, mouthing your thanks.

You're getting ready to leave when one of the security guards approaches you, a stoic expression on his face.

“The band wants you backstage,” he tells you gruffly. “You okay with that?”

“Uh... yeah. Sure.” You had thought of someone asking for you backstage, but you didn't think it would actually happen. Your body feels light as you follow the man, heart bumping in your chest. A flurry of images and thoughts fly through your mind and you wonder just what exactly the band has in mind for you. 

The man stops in front of one of the doors that's been pushed closed. He gives you a nod, leaving you with a soft “have fun”. You can hear mumbling from the other side, easily picking out Nihil's voice. Something about control and energy? Promising him that he won't have to worry? Whatever. You bring your hand up, letting your knuckle knock on the door.

“Ah! There she is!” You see the frontman himself sitting on top of the counter as you push the door open, his ankles crossed as they swing in the air. “Did you enjoy the show, precious?”

“I did.” He nods with a smile, but you can tell he's not interested. Really, you're not interested in him either.

“That's good! My boys,” His hand comes up, sweeping over the four men on the other side of the room. Their masks are off now, revealing their faces to you. “really seemed to enjoy you, too. They're hard to impress.” Nihil shoots you a wink. “Guess you're somethin' special, huh?”

“I guess they'll be the judge of that.” You see how the guitarist smirks. He's a handsome man, though the scar on the right of his mouth looks nasty. You wonder where he got it from.

“And you boys will be good, right?” Nihil directs his attention to the men, talking to them like they're children. “No unnecessary roughhousing?”

“We'll be on our best behavior, master.” The one that talks is the drummer. You can tell by the wavy, black hair that reaches the top of his shoulders. He stands from the couch, striding over to you and holding out his hand. His thumb, middle, and index fingers are adorned with silver rings, and evil eye charms hang from his bracelet. “Silvanus.”

“Always so polite,” Nihil comments as he hops off the counter when you shake the drummer's hand. He takes yours when you're done, pressing his lips to your knuckles with a smile. “You have fun, precious. The boys won't rough ya up too much.”

“Thank you, Papa.” He barks out a laugh, patting your shoulder before he leaves the dressing room, shutting the door behind him. You turn back to the men, seeing how Silvanus had already moved to stand beside their bassist. He's staring down at you with kind, blue eyes, hands folded behind his back. You can't rip your gaze away from him. That sweet smile and those ocean blue pools that seemed to practically glow with joy.

“You like Neptune, huh?” The voice makes you jump. The guitarist is standing beside you, and while his own smile seems polite, you catch that mischievous glint in his violet-blue eyes. “You know, he likes the attention. “He turns to look at Neptune. “Don't ya, big guy?”

Instead of responding, the bassist just takes a step forward, still grinning happily. And yet, he doesn't say a word.

“It's nice to meet you,” you try, matching his smile. Still nothing. He just nods.

“He's mute,” the guitarist tells you, another nod being sent your way. Well. There went the thought of hearing Neptune murmur praises into your ear. “Don't worry. He's pretty good with his hands.” He shoots you a grin. “I'm sure you saw.”

Those large hands that were strumming the bass strings as he swayed his hips? Yeah. You saw that clear as day, and the wonder of just how talented he truly is comes back to you.

“Do I get the pleasure of meeting you and your keyboardist over there?” you ask, turning your attention to the man beside you.

“I'm Ares.” He points to the man still sitting on the couch, a nervous look on his face. “That one over there is Notus.” He leans in closer to your ear, dropping his voice just a bit. “You'll be a good girl and get him out of his shell, won't you, doll? He's not used to... fun like this.”

“Is that so?” Notus looks like a deer in headlights as you saunter over to him. His fingers flex and you see how his face turns a cute shade of pink. “Are you okay with all this?”

“Ah... y-yeah! I've just...” He takes a nervous glance at Silvanus, the drummer just giving him a nod. “I've never really done something like... this before.”

“He's not used to the group thing,” Silvanus clarifies. It makes sense now.

“Do you mind if I get in your lap?” you ask with a soft voice. He only manages a squeak, but the hasty nod is enough for you. You crawl on top of him, legs on either side of his highs as you straddle his lap. His breathing is getting a little heavier as he stares up at you, lips parted and hands hesitantly patting around your waist and hips before he finally settles them. You pull him into a kiss, his lips soft against yours and you feel how his fingers squeeze you just a bit.

“Good boy.” The praise you give him makes him smile, his whole being seeming to have lit up.

“There he goes.” Ares comes up behind you, his own hands gently resting on your shoulders. “See? She ain't that scary.” He bends down, lips pressing a hot kiss to your temple. “Such a pretty little thing, too. Don't you think so, Notus?”

“Y-yes.”

“How about you show her?” Ares gently cups your jaw, turning your head so you can look at him. “Would you be alright with that, doll? Can we touch you?”

“Yes, please.” His hand curls around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly as he drags you into a heated kiss. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, shoving its way inside your mouth when you open up for him. You feel Notus move under you, shifting his hips so he can be more comfortable, but you feel his hard-on press against your clothed core. His hands move up from your hips, cupping your breasts, a soft squeak coming from you when you feel him squeeze. Ares' lips curl back in a grin as he pulls back, staring down at you with lidded eyes.

“Such a beautiful sound,” he coos. He picks his head up, looking at Silvanus. “You want a taste, fratello?”

“Sure.” The drummer moves forward, mossy-green eyes holding your gaze as he walks forward. His kiss isn't as heated as Ares' and he's a lot gentler, his large hand holding the back of your neck. They all smell differently and you wonder just what exactly they do when they're not performing. Ares smelled like gunpowder, while the musk from Silvanus is reminiscent of the woods. It's all making your head spin, especially when you feel Ares' hot hand move down your stomach and over the top of your skirt. His hand moves the edges of your skirt back, fingertips rubbing your slick core through your panties as he groans softly. He pulls your panties to the side, slipping between your wet folds and making your hips buck. He drags his fingers up, circling your clit a few times, your moans being muffled by Silvanus' mouth.

“She's already so wet,” Ares purrs, his finger moving back down to tease your hole. “Do you like us that much, doll?”

Silvanus pulls back, a line of saliva still connecting you two as he lets you nod. You feel the drummer's hands move down. They overlap Notus', guiding him down your body and to the hem of your shirt, Ares drawing back to lick his fingers clean with a soft, pleased groan.

“Can we remove this, ciccio?” Notus stares up at you with nervous gray eyes when Silvanus asks the question.

“Yes.” It's a breathy response that makes the drummer grin. Still manipulating his hands, the two pull your shirt up and over your head. The keyboardist doesn't tear his gaze away once from your body, almost like he's stuck in a trance.

“Beautiful, isn't she?” Ares purrs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. His hand toys with the strap of your bra. “I don't think you two are done yet.”

“Notus?” Silvanus retracts his hands, letting the man below you slowly reach up and behind your body. You feel how he fumbles a bit with the clasps, and you jump when Silvanus reaches out to smack Ares' shoulder when he snickers. You finally feel the clasps unhook and, slowly, Notus helps you take your bra off. Ares is the one that tosses it to the floor, letting it join your shirt.

Silvanus moves, letting Neptune takes his place. He doesn't waste any time, trailing hot kisses from your jaw all the way down to your breast. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it as one of his large hands gropes your other breast. Your soft mewl is cut off as Ares turns your head, slipping his tongue back inside your mouth. Notus is starting to move below you, rolling his hips up so he can grind against you.

“You can touch her, Notus,” Silvanus tells the keyboardist. “She's not gonna bite.”

“Unless you'd want her to?” Ares pulls back, grinning at the man. “You want her to mark you up?”

“Please?” He's looking right at you, too, those big doe eyes pleading. Neptune pulls off of your nipple, a soft pop! sounding out. You move forward, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the man's neck, hearing that shaky breath he lets out. You rub his chest as you suck dark bruises onto his skin, letting your fingers brush across his nipple through his sweater. The soft mewl he lets slip out only fuels your burning desire as you start to rock your hips against his, feeling how hard he is underneath his jeans. 

“You want me to help you?” You bring your hand down, palming him through the fabric and making him hiss.

“Yes, please.” 

“So good.” You undo his belt and button, pulling the zipper down. You fish his cock out of his boxers, feeling how he twitches in your hand. Precum is already beading from the tip and he hisses when you roll your thumb over it, spreading it down his length. You repeat this a few times, coating his cock before you begin to jerk him off. His moans become muffled as you lean forward, pressing your lips against his and slipping your tongue inside his mouth. His hands are on your thighs, squeezing and rubbing, and you squeeze the base of his cock to encourage him to keep going. You feel his hands slide higher up until his fingers are brushing against your panties.

“Go on.” It's the response he was looking for, pushing the material to the so he can slip his fingers in. It makes you squeak. His fingers are so much colder compared to Ares', and a lot more hesitant. While the guitarist knew what he was doing, Notus is a lot slower with his actions, letting his fingers run through your slick folds as he loses himself at the sight of you.

“So warm,” he breathes out. His thumb gathers up some of your slick before pressing against your clit, rubbing circles around it and drawing a moan from your lips. That pathetic, pleading look is back on his face as he stares up at you. “I want you. Please?”

“Do you want that, doll?” Ares is right beside you and you can feel his erection pressing against your arm through his jeans. You give him a hasty nod, but it's not enough. He grabs your chin, moving so you're facing him. “We wanna hear you say it. Can you do that for us?”

“Fuck me, please.” It's like something snaps inside of him and the kiss you're pulled is heavy, his hand curling around your throat.

“Such a good little thing,” he groans when he pulls back, squeezing just enough to where it makes your mind hazy. “Think you can continue being good and take both of us?”

“Yes.” You move when his hand tugs you up from your throat, but you don't really go anywhere. He has you lay against Notus so your back is against his chest, and you feel the keyboardist's tentative hands snake up around your ribs and underneath your breasts. He gives them an experimental squeeze before his index and thumb latch onto your nipples, rolling and gently pinching, pulling soft whines from you. Ares is in front of you, grabbing onto the hems of your skirt and panties, grumbling about how he has to fully see you before he pulls the articles off in one swift motion. You move yourself to a more comfortable position, letting Notus' cock slot between your heat. Your hand moves down to grasp his cock, rubbing your slick core against him and making him hiss, his grips on your breasts only getting tighter. You tease him a bit, letting the tip of his cock catch your hole, but never letting him fully enter you. After a little bit of his whining, and hearing that pathetic please! you let him push his way inside you. The moan he lets out would've made a pornstar blush as he sinks deep inside your heat. You only have a second before he starts rocking his hips, pulling himself out before pushing right back in and drawing a moan from your lips.

Notus' hands leave your breasts, traveling down to your hips as he thrusts up inside of you. He's already brushing against that sweet spot from this angle, your head lolling back to rest on his shoulder. You barely catch Neptune and Silvanus out of the corner of your eye, the bassist having pinned the smaller man against the counter, lips locked in hungry kisses. You wonder if the lack of attention had finally gotten to one of them.

You whine when Notus stops thrusting inside of you. Ares draws closer, the top of his jeans already undone as he lazily strokes his cock.

“You sure you can take both of us?” he asks softly, towering over you with his free hand gripping the back of the couch for support. You give him a nod.

“I can.” He kisses your temple with a soft groan.

“Such a good girl.” Those violet-blue eyes of his trail over to Notus. “And you're being a good boy getting her ready for us.”

You hear that soft whine come from the keyboardist. Ares' fingers ghost up your inner thigh before they're on your slit, pushing inside right beside Notus' cock and making you gasp. He praises you softly as he pumps his fingers in and out, the stretch of it all making the coil form in your stomach. You whine when his fingers slip out of you, the loss almost hurting.

“You just say if it's too much.” Ares lines himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside. The stretch of the tip of his cock entering you makes you hiss, your hand reaching up to grip his bicep, desperate to ground yourself. “It's okay. It's okay. Relax, doll.” You take a deep breath, focusing on his cooing. When you relax your muscles, he pushes himself deeper inside of you, inch by inch. When he finally bottoms out against you, you let out a breath that you didn't even realize you had been holding in. You're gripping him tightly, positive he'll have a bruise later on.

“Fuck, you're so big.” You lift your head, looking between your legs and watching how his cock disappears inside of you with each slow thrust. You feel so incredibly full, fingers squeezing his leather blazer when you feel Notus falling into a rhythm with Ares. Your moans are getting louder as they finally pick up the pace, both men grunting and panting.

Notus' hand moves from your hip, sliding up your stomach and past the valley of your breasts. You take his middle and ring finger into your mouth when he presents them to you, earning a groan as you suck them, your tongue sliding between the digits as you hold Ares' gaze. The guitarist lets out a growl, his hand coming back to your throat.

“Such a good girl. Look at you.” His hips snap forward, making both you and Notus cry out. “Taking both of us like a good little toy. You like this, don't you?”

“Yes!” He's starting to hit that spot now, and Notus slips his fingers from your mouth. He trails them down, pressing them against your clit and rubbing fast circles around it. It's all becoming too much, that coil getting tighter inside of you. You can feel Notus' thrusts start to falter, his panting heavy and his moans becoming higher.

The hand moves from your throat, now gripping your jaw firmly. “I want you to look at me when you cum. You hear me?” Your nod draws a growl from the guitarist. The slap he gives you isn't as sharp as it could be, but you feel the soft sting that settles in. “What'd I say before? Use your words.”

“Yes, sir!”

“Then do it. Cum for us.” That sharp thrust sends you over the edge as you cry out, seeing stars when that coil snaps violently inside of you. Your walls clamp down on the men, and apparently, that's enough for Notus.

“F-fuck...” His moan is like music to your ears and you feel his hot cum spill inside of you, still lazily rocking his hips as he rides off his orgasm. You two whine softly as Ares keeps thrusting inside of you, though it doesn't take him long to finish himself. His moan is low and his nails dig into the back of the couch, riding off his high.

You're panting heavily, cupping Ares' cheek when he leans in to sloppily kiss you.

“Such a good girl,” he breathes against your lips. He pulls back, looking at the other two men. The tops of their jeans have already been undone, Neptune having pressed their cocks together as he jerked them off. “Sil! You want your turn?”

“Yeah.” He pats Neptune's chest with a smile. “Hold tight, big guy.”

The drummer makes his way over to you, his lips swollen from his previous onslaught. Similar to Ares, he braces himself against the back of the couch. His lips are on yours, tongue invading your mouth again. You moan against him, reaching up to grip his jacket.

“You ready to go again?” Silvanus asks as he pulls back. You let out a soft and pathetic “yes” as his hands grip underneath your shaky knees. “Such a good girl.” He presses a kiss to your skin. “You want me to stop, you tell me.” His eyes flick to Notus. “That goes for you, too.”

“Y-yeah. I got it.” You moan out when Silvanus slips himself inside of you, filling you back up. Your head falls back against Notus' shoulder but it doesn't stay there for long. The keyboardist brings a hand up, cupping your jaw and turning your head so he can pull you into a heated kiss. He's whimpering against your lips as they thrust into you, his free hand leaving your hip to grope at your breast. The kiss keeps getting broken from you two panting so much, teeth smacking together here and there from one of you rushing to lock lips again.

When Notus pulls back again, you feel Silvanus' hand in your hair, gripping near the roots and moving your head, tilting it back to expose your neck as you stare up at him. You feel Notus' lips on your neck, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses and letting his teeth graze your flesh. Silvanus drags you into a heated kiss, shoving his tongue in your mouth and muffling your moans again. But it doesn't last long before he pulls back, bringing his thumb up.

“Suck.” And you do, taking his thumb into your mouth and flattening your tongue against it, keeping hold of his hungry gaze. You could swear that, for a second, the whites of his eyes turn black. But the second he blinks, they're back to normal. It must've just been a trick of the eye.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, slipping his thumb out of your mouth. Your back arches when he presses it against your clit, but he doesn't move it. The only friction you're getting is from your body moving each time they thrust into you.

“Silvanus, please,” you whine, bucking your hips to try and get more. “Touch me, please. I need it. I wanna cum again. Please just touch me?”

“You catch on quick, ciccio,” he praises, finally circling your clit. Still, it's not enough.

“M-more, please!” You can feel your end getting near, but you need that push. “Let me cum again, please!”

“Sing for me, passerotta.” He picks up his pace, thrusting into you faster as his thumb works your clit harder too. 

“Fuck- Sil!” Notus has his head thrown back, trying to keep up with the drummer. “I-I'm gonna cum, I-”

“Go on, mio amico.” He grins down, taking in the sight of you both. “You both look so good under me. Go on. Cum for me.”

Notus is first, letting out a strangled moan as he buries himself deep inside of you. You whine at the feeling of his cum filling you again, and you can feel some of it even slip down your ass. Silvanus takes your hand in his own, letting you dig your nails into his skin as you grip him tightly, crying out when your release crashes over you again. He's right behind you, groaning lowly as his cum fills you. Your body is shaking and you feel Notus' thighs are as well. 

Silvanus takes a moment to catch his breath before he presses a kiss to your forehead, and then to the keyboardist before finally slipping out of you, drawing a whine from the loss as their cum leaks out of you freely. 

“You did so well, ciccio,” Silvanus praises as he strokes your cheek. “Are you done? Or do you think you can take our sweet bassist?”

You look over at Neptune, the man still stroking his cock as he stares at you. He's a lot bigger than the others, almost intimidatingly so. Could you go another round with this beast? 

Well. You weren't raised to be a quitter. 

Trembling in every limb, you force yourself to sit up, hearing Notus hiss underneath you. You beckon Neptune over, seeing how brightly he smiles at you. 

“He's taking you alone, doll,” Ares tells you, holding a lit cigarette between his fingers. Funny. You never even heard the flick of his lighter. “He's ah... gifted in other areas than his height.”

“I can see that,” you weakly laugh. The joking front doesn't last long as Neptune picks you up like you weigh nothing. You wish you would've gotten even a hint, letting out a high-pitched whine when you feel Notus' cock slip out of you.

“Careful with her, Nep,” Silvanus calls out. “Don't wanna break her now.” 

Neptune just gives him a nod as he settles down on the couch. You straddle his lap, hands resting on his broad chest. Those blue eyes stare at you in awe, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your hips as his cock rests between your soaked slit. You glance at the others; Silvanus is helping Notus clean up, passing the cigarette back to Ares as he exhales the smoke through his nose. It's like neither of you exist to them. 

Neptune cups your cheek, thumb stroking your skin to get your attention again. That sweet smile on his face is contagious. You lean down, pressing your lips against his. It's a nice change from the hungry, possessive kisses the other men had pulled you into. Something slow and sweet, though you still whine softly as his other hand urges you to move your hips so you grind against his cock. When you pull back, his eyes flicker down, just for a second. His hips roll up as he silently asks permission. You were already in this deep.

Lifting yourself, you take hold of his cock and position it outside of your entrance, slowly lowering yourself down. A gasp escapes your lips. He still stretches you out, your nails scratching at his sweater. He doesn't move, letting you go at your own pace, taking him inch by inch. You feel his fingers flex on your hip, squeezing here and there. He's ready to go, but he's waiting patiently for you. 

You feel so full as you curl your fingers, bunching up his sweater in your hand and squeezing. Okay. You can do this. You lift yourself up before sinking down again, letting out a moan. You start up a slow pace, still trying to get used to his size. You laugh softly at a thought; how fucked would it be if Ghost was actually the real deal and Nihil's musicians were actually ghouls? 

Neptune lets you keep up this slow rhythm until it's apparent his patience has come to an end. When you lower yourself down, he thrusts up, meeting you halfway and pushing a surprised moan from your throat. He lets it be known that he's in control, gripping your hips as he thrusts up into you like a man possessed. You tried to match him but found it impossible to. So instead, you opt for laying against his chest, face buried in his neck as you cry out your pleasure. He's grunting, fingers digging into your skin as he slams you down on him.

It seems he's tired of the position as he flips you two over, having your back pressed against the couch while he towers over you. He doesn't even give you a second to come out of your daze before he starts up his brutal pace again, ignoring the careful! Silvanus calls out to him. Your moans are broken with each thrust and you feel him grab at the back of your hair, jerking your head back. He leans down, harsh bites marking your skin as you cry out. You're holding onto his jacket now, desperately trying to find something to grab to ground yourself. Your toes curl as you feel the start of another orgasm.

“Neptune!” You feel his hot tongue lick at your neck, soothing the previous spots he had bit. He finally pulls back to look at you, lidded eyes hazy with lust. “Touch me, please?” His head tilts, his pace slowing as he waits for you to clarify. “M-my clit, please. I need you to touch me, Neptune. I need-”

That's all it takes. He licks his thumb as his pace speeds up again, a pleased grin on his face as he watches you squirm beneath him when his thumb works on you, pulling moan after moan from you. Your body moves in time with his thrusts as you cry out his name like a pitiful mantra, the smug grin on his face almost looking so foreign. This side of him feels new and exciting, holding no trait of the sweet, smiling bassist you had originally greeted when you first entered the room. And frankly, you love it. 

He leans over you again, grunting with each thrust. You wrap one of your arms around his neck, pulling him the rest of the way down and crashing your lips against his. He doesn't falter for a second, his tongue invading your mouth to fight against yours. Both of your moans are muffled by one another, that coil tightening again. You wrap your other arm around his neck, your fingers threading through his thick, black hair. His hips slap against yours as he pulls back, saliva still connecting you to him. 

“Neptune- fuck!” You're so fucking close and he knows it. He's angling his hips differently and you throw your head back when he finally hits that spot inside of you. It's like the snap of a rubber band as you throw your head back, crying out when your release finally hits you for the third time. Your nails dig into his scalp, earning a low, dangerous growl that almost sounds like an animal. You would've been worried if you weren't so lost in the afterglow of everything. Your nerves are fried and you squirm beneath him as the overstimulation finally takes hold, but you feel him bury himself deep inside you as his own release finally hits him. 

His forearm is right beside you to prop himself up, both of you panting heavily. The low hum reverberates in his chest as he lets his kiss become his praise, his other hand coming up to stroke his knuckles across your cheek. He lets you catch your breath before he finally slips out of you, pulling back as you whine. 

“You have fun, ciccio?” Silvanus is beside you a second later and you flinch when you feel a towel go to wipe between your trembling legs. “Easy, easy.” He lets out an amused huff. “I'm surprised you held in there. Not many people are willing to take Neptune.”

“He sure is something.” You flash the bassist a smile, seeing the pride in his eyes. He's practically glowing right now. “You all are, actually.”

“You know, doll,” Ares starts as he catches your attention. “We wouldn't mind keepin' you with us. Would you like that?”

“I dunno. What would Papa have to say about all this?” You give him a playful smile, the man's black-and-white skull paint flashing in your mind. You already saw the apprehensive look when Ares had first talked to him back on stage. 

“Nihil loves us,” Silvanus laughs. “But it would be a big change. It's just... something you can consider.” He gives you a smile. “If you want, we can write down our address?”

“You know what? I'd like that.”

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DISCORD

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Idk If I'am too late but could i request a angst/fluff where sodo comes back fron tour and the reader is insecure about herself and what sodo did while he was away. With a good fluffy ending pls :)

Love your writing ♥️

It’s times like these when you truly hated being alone. Where every single thought would rush through your mind, the voices inside your head saying all of these awful things that made you question your entire life. Every decision you’ve made and everything you’ve ever said.

Sodo would normally come up behind you whenever you got like this. He’d take you into his arms, softly shush you as he would kiss your face. He would sit down with you in his lap and he would tell you everything he loved about you while softly caressing your face.

You try to think back to those times. What he would say to make you feel better. But those voices start to attack your treasured memories.

Do you think he still feels that way when he’s on tour?

He never seems that upset about leaving you. There’s probably a reason why.

He’s always so tired when he gets back. It’s probably more than just touring.

There are so many fans that would happily spend a night with him. Do you really think he would be happy with only you?

So when the day came that the group was coming home, you couldn’t bring yourself to be excited. You didn’t spend your time in his room like you normally did whenever he left. Instead, you hid in your own room, trying to drown out the negative voices in your head. You hid away under the covers, even when you knew the bus would be arriving at any moment.

You think back to all the times Sodo’s come home before. How he would be one of the first ones off the bus so he could pick you up and give you that hungry kiss. He would tell you how much he missed you, and you remembered the one time Copia had come to split you two up, only to have the fire ghoul growl at him.

But as you lay in your bed, you wondered if that was all just an act. If he just kept up that excited front so you weren’t suspicious of him. You weren’t stupid. You had seen the videos of how sexual he acted on stage. You wondered if it extended beyond that. You wondered if he brought fans back to his dressing room. If he would pick people up after the shows. He always did say how stressful some of the rituals could be. Would he have people go back with him to relieve that stress?

Your bury yourself deeper within your blankets, hoping that if you get far enough inside that your thoughts will leave. But they don’t. All you can think about is Sodo in the arms of someone other than you. And really, it’s enough to make the tears finally run down your face.

When your door opens, the smell of campfire hits you and you hear boots thump across the floor. You know who it is and you don’t want to see him.

“Where’s my baby, huh?” Sodo calls out, like this is all a game. Like you’re enjoying hiding from him. You hear him unlace his boots as he continues, “I’ve been away all this time and I don’t get a hello hug or kiss from my girl?” You hear him get closer as he slips out of his boots, your bed dipping down as he crawls on top. “I’ve been so lonely while on tour, and my room was all empty when I got in there. Where is my girl hiding?”

“Go away.” Your voice cracks that little bit as you sniffle, burying your face in the comforter. He stops for a second.

“Hey, hey. What’s going on?” His tone changes to a more concerned one and you feel him try to peel back the covers. “Baby girl, look at me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Just go away, Sodo.” When he can’t take the covers from you, he simply reaches out and moves you so that you’re on your back and looking at him. The comforter makes you turn at an odd angle, but your tear-stained face is still facing him. You see how soft his features look, a gentle hand coming up to wipe your tears away.

“What’s got you upset?” You pull away from his touch, moving yourself up and putting more space between you two. “Babe?”

You don’t want to respond, the knot in your throat keeping you silent. You know you’ll start crying again if you open your mouth. You suppose he notices it too, reaching out to wrap his arms around you and pulling you to his chest. Your attempt to get away only lasts for so long before you break down, burying your face in his neck.

“It’s okay. I got you,” he coos softly, rubbing your back. He lets you have a moment to try against him before he tries again. “Talk to me, won’t you? What’s got you upset?”

“You!” It’s such a vague response, one that takes your fire ghoul by surprise.

“Me?” he parrots back with his brows furrowed. “What did I do?! I just got home from tour and I managed to do something?” It takes him that beat of silence to realize as you hiccup another sob. The bewildered expression melts away, being replaced with a more somber look. “What do you think, huh? What’s that mind of yours been tellin’ you?”

“That you don’t care about me.” Still, it’s not the real truth, but it’s all you can get out before another hiccup escapes you. Sodo gently cups your face, wiping away your tears again as he softly shushes you.

“Of course I care about you.” He takes a second, inhaling softly and letting out a small hum. “You’re worried about my loyalty to you?” You nod. “Sweetheart, you know that’s something you don’t have to worry about.”

“But I do!” you fire back. “Look at me and then look at you! You really think I wouldn’t be worried? Everyone loves you!”

He lets out a soft, amused huff. “Sweetheart, I have been lookin’ at you. And I wish you could see just exactly what I see.” He leans forward, hesitating just a bit. When you don’t move back, he presses a soft kiss to your lips. “If anything, I should be the one worried you’ll find someone while I’m on tour. Have you seen how the siblings look at you?” You feel the tip of his tail start to tap on your bed, a harsh thumping that’s a stark contrast to the smile on his face. You assume the thought of it is upsetting him.

“I just get worried,” you tell him softly, your crying having finally subsided.

“I know, baby. I do, too.” He presses another kiss to your lips. “How about I go take a quick shower, and when I come back, you can tell me all the nasty things your mind has been lying about?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

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I just need some dew smut pls all the vids I’ve been seeing of him at rituals have me going feral

The Ritual

Summary: When Dew lures you down to the basement, the activities that take place are not for the faint of heart.

TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD

In case anyone ever asked, you’d definitely be able to tell them that blood was indeed a sticky substance. The liquid was dripping down your nude body, staining the skin in its wake. Deft hands move across your sternum spreading the warm wetness as if he were painting and you - his canvas. You pulled back from him, your bloody hands entangling into his already messy hair.

When he lured you into the basement, this had been the last thing you were expecting. He had calmly beckoned you over, a sleek silver knife laying heavy in his palm. Making some poor excuse of needing a willing partner for a ritual, he pulled you over to stand in the middle of a pre-drawn circle. Being one of absolute consent (when he was in his right mind), he ran the status of the ritual by you and made you verbally agree several times. Then he made you strip before his very eyes.

But now, as his hips rutted upwards, he fucked you as if you were simply a toy. The animalistic pace in which he set nearly had you knocked off balance as you rode him. You could catch glimpses of his cut palm, blood still pouring profusely from the wound. Gliding his uninjured hand upwards, he slid it against the skin of your upper chest, moving upwards to grasp at your throat. Nimble fingers encased your neck, applying a small amount of pressure.

“Just like that, baby. You ride my cock so well,” he spoke into the open space between you. You gasped as his sliced hand proceeded to smear more of the warm, metallic liquid over the span of your chest, the thin layer vibrant against your skin. His eyes bore into yours, the blue irises dark with need. Dew’s eyebrows knit together as you squeezed around him, a growl slipping through his bared teeth.

As he tightened the grip he had on your throat, his bloodied hand dropped to grip at the left side of your hip, now shoving you down onto his length. You cried out, yanking the ghouls head back by his hair. His blood now dripped down the sides of your left leg. You could barely make out the way his tail flicked in a quick repetitive motion each time you managed to clamp around his cock.

The flames of the candles around you were almost burned down as Dew wrestled you onto your back, his teeth latching onto the skin of your chest. In a lust filled haze, he managed to break the skin with his sharp teeth, rumbling low once the sweet taste of your blood melded onto his tongue. His hips slammed into yours as the sound of him thrusting into you with reckless abandon echoed throughout the cold basement. You tossed your head to the side, eyes closed, unable to keep them open as white hot pleasure mixed with the pain as it coursed through your veins.

The sound of your cries of ecstasy bounced off of the stone walls as you thrashed about. You could feel the dried blood on your skin crack as you twisted about. You flailed around beneath your ghoul, the mix of pleasure and pain almost becoming too much for you. You could feel him lapping at the skin of your chest, pulling away only to rest his weight completely on his left arm. He brought his still bleeding right hand to the area, spreading the mix of your blood and his across the span of your chest. ”So fucking perfect for me.”

You keened at his words, reaching a hand to gather some of the blood that still leaked from the wound on your chest. You felt a visceral need to mark the ghoul as you smeared the red liquid across his chest. He grabbed your wrist, halting your movements. Dew brought the bloodied hand to his lips and wrapped his forked tongue around a singular digit, bringing it into his mouth. You whimpered at the sight as his eyes rolled back into his skull, his hips stuttering slightly.

When you lean up to try and get closer to the ghoul, he is quick to stop you, his blood coated hand holding you down at the base of your throat. “Don’t. I want to look at you covered in my blood.” It was a simple command but you obeyed, small whines leaving you as your need to objectify his orders grew stronger. But you knew better. You knew what Dew was capable of. You’ve seen his worst.

“Please i’m so close Dew, please,” you breathily spoke, your body moving in time with his thrusts. You could tell that he was close as well, the drive of his hips faltering with each minute that passed. Your sweating worsened and you knew it was caused by the ghoul above you. The immense heat that radiated off of him grew hotter by the second. He gave one particularly hard thrust, “Beg for it. Beg for my knot.”

“Fucking hell, Dew, ple-e-ease, please knot me,” you pleaded, tears springing to your eyes.

He grabbed your right leg and threw it over his shoulder, opening you more to him. His hand had managed to now slowly bleed as the wound tried to close, leaving a small line surrounded by copious amounts of both new and dried blood. His clawed hands dug into the upper sides of your neck, pricking the soft skin in their wake. “You’re going to take everything I give to you, aren’t you Doll?”

You quickly nodded your head, whimpering out a chant of ‘please please please’ as his thrusts became quicker and deeper. With each push of his hips, you could feel the base of his cock swell with his knot. Dew managed to surprise a lot of his partners with how big he could get. Most people looked at him and scoffed, turning their attention to one of the bigger ghouls. But those who agreed to lay with the ghoul always managed to get the surprise of their life when they tried to take his knot.

With each deep thrust, you could feel his knot slowly sink into you until, with a single jolt of his hips, he managed to push it inside you. He released a guttural snarl into the hot air of the space around you. The pressure was almost too much for you, quickly sending you over the edge as you felt a warmth fill you up internally. You felt his hand leave your neck to smear the remainder of the blood across your cheeks, pushing your face to the side and into the cool stone floor.

You came with a cry of the ghouls name, the jumbled mess of syllables rocky as his hand prohibited much talking. With your neck on full display, the ghoul couldn’t help himself as he leaned forward and fully bit into the sweaty flesh. Back arching off the ground, you felt another orgasm wash over you, almost taking you into the black abyss. You could feel your blood leaking from your neck as he growled at the taste of your blood on his tongue yet again. White hot pleasure coursed through your veins rampantly as you took every ounce of pleasure and pain he gave you.

Your body eventually grew limp, rag dolling back onto the floor beneath you. Dew stayed in his position, his tongue running over the mark he had left on your neck. “You taste…so sweet…for me. All…for me,” he spoke in between the laps of his tongue over the mark. You had heard rumors about how possessive the ghoul was with each of his partners but now you managed to finally understand.

He finally collapsed onto you, his body weight nearly crushing you. But you couldn’t bring yourself to coherently care. It took several minutes for him to pull himself from your neck, his hand now coming up to smear the remainder around carefully. The two of you were breathing heavily as you came down from your highs. And if anyone were to come in at this very moment, you were sure they would have thought this a murder scene.

You knew you were covered in copious amounts of the ghouls blood, spanning from your face all the way down to your thighs. And you knew he looked about the same. As your breathing slowly evened out, you decided to ask a question that had been heavy on your mind. “Dew, what was the ritual for?”

He paused his ministrations to pull back from you, leaning his weight onto his left arm once again. He stared down at you as you ran your fingers up and down his right side.You cocked your head to the side and looked up into his now clearer blue eyes. He assessed your body, his right hand trailing down the middle of your chest in even strokes. “There was no ritual,” he honestly spoke. “I just wanted to see you covered in my blood.”

You laughed loudly, reaching up to shove at his shoulder, jostling him slightly. “You could have just said that you know.” He smirked down at you. “Now that would have ruined the fun, yes?” His tail reached around him to wrap around your wrist, bringing your other bloodied hand to his lips. As he drew a finger into his mouth yet again, his eyes twinkled with mischief. “There is a ritual I can think of that I wouldn’t mind completing with you.”

You watched in awe as he spoke, your arousal rearing its head once again. “And what ritual would that be, fire ghoul?” His eyes burned once more with lust as he leaned down to whisper into your ear. “A ritual to give me something that I want.” Dropping your now cleaned hand to your side, you pressed further for an answer. “And what is it that you want?” His breath was hot on your neck as he mumbled the last thing you’d think the ghoul would say.

“A child.”

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What do you think the ghouls moans/general nsfw noises sound like? Who’s more quiet, who has no shame and will make sure all the other ghouls know why y’all are doing just by the sounds

oh boy oh boy. here we go. for obvious reasons, I'm tagging this as Semi 18+

Aether:

He's not too loud, but he does let out a good amount of grunts and snarls to remind everyone that you belong to him

He honestly prefers it if you're the one making noise, especially if it's his name you're crying out

Don't worry, he'll make it up to you by being really gentle later

Just make sure you can hang in there whenever he senses/smells someone passing by

He'll become pretty loud when he's going through his rut, however. This means more growling and praises, but there's a good chance you'll be drowning him out with your own noises

Mountain:

He's pretty quiet when it comes to intimacy

It's not that he's ashamed of you two together or anything. Far from it

He just sees this as an intimate moment between you two, and he wants to keep it that way

You know how people talk about "connecting with the earth?" Yeah. That's pretty much what you're doing, and he's focused on trying to get you to connect with him spiritually as well so you two can truly become one

The time he really starts making noise is when someone gets close to you two, letting out a low rumbling growl. Unless either of you have decided to invite another ghoul for your "bonding session", Mountain has no desire to share

Rain:

He tries to stay quiet. He really does, but he just can't help himself

He'll start out biting his lip and whimpering, trying to stay quiet, but he tends to lose control when he gets towards his end

You wanna hear him make noises sooner? Take control. Ride him or even get on your knees for him. You'll hear all of his noise loud and clear

You've actually had to slap a hand over his mouth before when you two were trying to discreetly have some fun in a storage closet. Spoilers: one of the other ghouls found you

He's very vocal during his rut, however. You won't get him to shut up, unless you find a way to cover that pretty mouth of his

Sodo:

He honestly prefers if you're the one making all of the noise, but he'll let out grunts and groans if it really turns you on

He's full of praise and full of dirty talks, and he likes to increase his volume whenever he knows there are others lingering around

He really starts moaning when you go down on him, especially when you do that little trick with your tongue he likes

If you're really embarrassed about you two being figured out, just let him know and he'll tone down his voice

But just remember that you'll also have to work at keeping quiet too

Swiss:

He's here to please and make sure you have a good time

You like hearing him grunt and moan? Great! He's making all of the noises he wants to

If you're too embarrassed, that's great too. He'll do his best to keep quiet by giving you extra kisses and marks

This doesn't apply when he's going through rut. He's a lot more sensitive so it's almost impossible for him to 100% keep quiet

He will, however, make sure you're both making a lot of noise if he catches someone trying to listen in. Hell, he'll probably invite them to join if you're okay with it

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PLEASE ELABORATE ON THE ASS OR TITTS ASK

This is a response to this post! Hope you enjoy!!

Dew - I chose tits for Dew simply because he is one that likes to bite. Now there’s nothing wrong with taking bites out of some cake but there’s just something about the way your chest looks covered in his bites that gets him going. He could spend hours at your tits - biting, sucking - the whole ordeal. More often than not, you’d most likely have to push his head away simply because he has bitten them raw and it hurts to have him anywhere close to them. And it’s no secret he’s the feral playboy of the group so he does not care about the size of them. He’s seen every range of tits and the appreciates covering them all in his bites.

Aether - I chose ass for aether because of his favorite position of taking you from behind. There’s just something so magnetic about the way your ass bounces each time his hips collide with it. He likes to grab fistfuls when you’re sitting in his lap, running your tongue down the side of his neck. It’s also what he grabs when you ride him. Grabbing ahold of you and pulling you to and from as you bounced on his cock in the den living room, not caring who sees or hears. Plus several of us in the discord headcanon him to have a major daddy kink so with that comes punishments if you disobey him. And boy does he enjoy making that ass turn red.

Rain - Now I have changed my answer for rain from tits to ass because of a headcanons I have come up with. Rain is extremely shy when the two of you start fooling around. Shy enough to the point where he does not want you looking directly at him when he finally cums after hours of rigorous love making. So he prefers for you to ride him but reverse. He gets the beautiful sight of the swell of your ass as you grind down on him and he gets to cum without feeling like your eyes are mapping out every inch of his face. Plus he might throw a good hit in there every now and then! Once he gets more comfortable, he’d allow you to see more of his face but until then, he shall worship thine ass.

Swiss - Swiss is an enigma to me. He’s definitely one of the ones who when you ask tits or ass he goes “personality”. So please do not make this man choose, he’d rather die. Plus he gets the best of both worlds. He wants to see your tits bounce as he forces you down onto his cock? Check. He wants to make that ass bounce when pulling your hair as he’s hitting it from behind? Check. He just appreciates all aspects of women whether or not they have one or the other. He also does not care about size. Big tits or small tits? He doesn’t care. Big ass or small ass? All booties need loving. He’s the secret whore of the group so he’s seen a lot of bodies and has loved every one of them.

Mountain - I chose tits for Mountain because he is a soft boy who after a vigorous round needs something soft to lay on. Plus he loves hearing your heartbeat, it relaxes him. He also is one of the orally fixated ones of the group and has to have a tit in his mouth at any opportunity he can get. He is big on feeling and touch and just the soft supple flesh in his mouth is enough to do him in. Plus he is not opposed to cumming on them either. He’s kind of one of the more protective ghouls and he is a firm believer that what is his - is his. So he kind of has a weird thing about rubbing it into the skin of your chest just to leave the scent there. And of course he knows you wash it off later that night. But when he’s asleep on your chest, he could care less.

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RAAAH RAHHH raaaaHHHHHHH

why did this lowkey sound like the beginning to bad romance by lady gaga

[aetherswhxre]

Hi, lovely! Can I request Mountain loving on his insecure girlfriend and reassuring her that she’s beautiful? Thank you so much! ❤️

Mountain x AFAB!reader

Summary: When Mountain catches you staring into the mirror again for a little longer than normal, he take matters into his own hands and shows you exactly how beautiful you are.

This was an extremely fun one to write! I got the approval from the one who requested in our discord making this request officially NSFW!! So please be mindful of that before you read! Also any feedback will be appreciated!

Amica Mea - My Love

Looking into the mirror, the only thing that seemed to reflect back at you were all of what you deemed your imperfections. Something did not look right one way or a part of you stood out more than anything else. It had taken you a while for your confidence to build up, and being with your ghoul had helped boost it tremendously, but there were still days where you caught yourself looking a little longer in the mirror. The cause of this particular break in confidence happened at breakfast this morning - another sibling of sin had made one small comment that most would have brushed off as a joke. But for some reason, the comment had gotten under your skin.

“Mountain definitely has a new type it seems like,” the sister had said. And it had stuck with you throughout the day.

You thought back to all of the partners Mountain had before you. They were all the complete opposite of you, save for a few. While he was a lot more monogamous than the rest of the ghouls, he did have a small number of siblings he interacted with. Mainly because not a lot of people could handle his size. It even took a lot of coaxing and several build up sessions over the course of days for you to be able to take him. And yet he had chosen you to give himself to completely. Once the two of you became official, he dropped every other sibling and remained completely focused on you. But the more you thought back, the more you looked at yourself in disdain. Why had he chosen you out of all the other siblings? You weren’t like the rest, all of them contrasting you in every way.

You turned from side to side in the mirror, your eyes fleeting over every single flaw you thought you had. From one thing to the other, it brought upon a wave of hesitant unconfidence over you that almost brought tears to your eyes. Why couldn’t you look or act like the rest of his previous lovers?

As you pinched and pulled at the areas you called ugly, you caught sight of movement in the background of the mirror causing you to jump slightly. You whipped your body around, placing a hand over your heart as you caught sight of your ghoul. You were quick to bring your hand to your face as you wiped away the tears that had formed with your head to the side. “Mountain! What the hell! You nearly scared me to death,” you laughed uncertainly. Instead of his normally witty reply, your exclamation was met with silence. The tall ghoul stood before you, mask adorned, tilting his head to the side, tail swishing back and forth behind him. You could tell he was thinking and you were sure that if you listened close enough, you could probably hear the gears turning in his mind. Your emotions grew uneasy the longer the silence continued. As you dropped your hand back to your side, you decided to call out to him again. “Mountain? Baby?”

“You were doing it again,” came his only reply, his voice deep and full of an emotion you could not quite place a finger on. Your heart rate skyrocketed in a single second as you cautiously took a step towards him. “What? What do you mean, baby?” He, in turn, took a few steps towards you, his bare feet hitting the wooden floor echoing intimidatingly throughout the room. “I saw you, in the mirror. You were doing it again.” Your steps faltered as you realized you had been caught. Shoulders slumping slightly, you turned to look away from him, listening to the loud sounds of his steps as he still approached you.

“I was just looking this time, nothing else,” your tone had an edge to it, Mountain caught. That along with the erratic beating of your heart had given it away plain as day that you were trying to deceive him. “You’re lying. I can hear the way your heart flutters. It only does that pattern when you’re lying.” You jumped slightly when you felt his hands wrap around the tops of your shoulders, quickly turning to look at him. He stood before you and you could finally see the emotion behind his eyes. It was a saddened look, one of raw disappointment. He had spent so many nights trying to get you to see yourself in a light like he does but seemingly to not avail. “Why,” he asked, pulling you into his arms.

You began to shake, tears returning to your eyes almost as quickly as they had left. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as he bent at an angle slightly to pull your face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. He knew his scent brought you peace, smelling like the warm grass on a spring day with a hint of eucalyptus. You smothered your face into the warmth of his neck, working on keeping your breathing calm.

You felt his hands run down your spine, over your backside and behind your knees as he lifted you into the air, his grip on you tightening. You wrapped your arms around his neck firmly as he moved the two of you across the room. He chose the earthy green hammock that lay draped in the corner of your room, knowing the swaying sensation would also work to calm you down. As he lowered himself into the hammock, he maneuvered your body to lay across his lap, your legs dangling off of his right side. Once he settled enough, you could feel him press you into him, his fingers undoing your headpiece and tossing it to the side out of the way.

You heard the snaps of him unbuckling his mask, pulling it off and running his fingers through his hair as he tossed the heavy object to the side to join your headpiece. You could hear it land with a heavy ‘thunk’ against the wooden floor.

His fingers returned to now work themselves into your hair, the long appendages working through your the strands deftly as he shushed your borderline sobs. His tail came to wrap around your lower right leg, the sensation comforting. “You can tell me anything you know. I’m not going to fault you for whatever is going on inside your head.” He pulled your face out of his neck as his soft, warm lips kissed every inch of your reddened face softly. He took his time with each kiss, slowly drawing out each one before he moved on to the next spot. You noticed he had begun to push his heels into the floor to get the hammock to start moving, the motion relaxing you more.

“A sister made a dumb comment today that made me realize i’m not at all what you normally went for.” He hummed lowly in the back of his throat in acknowledgement at what you had said. He realized that might have been an issue for your struggling self confidence at the beginning, but when you showed no signs of caring, he tossed the implication to the side. Now he realized that maybe he should have had the conversation with you if only to ease your mind. “What exactly did she say, Amica Mea?”

“She said,'' you began, your hands falling to your lap as you lay sideways against him, “that you must have a new type now meaning i’m not like your normal conquests.” He nodded in understanding, pushing the hair out of your face as he looked down at you. Deep green eyes roamed over your face, taking in everything he loved about you as he listened to you explain yourself. When you finished, he did not immediately answer, the statement making him think.

“I never had a type,” he finally spoke after a few moments of silence. “The siblings I lay with in the past were ones that approached me. They wanted one thing from me and I wanted one thing in return from them. That was it.” He pressed the side of his face against yours as he breathed in your natural scent, the subtle scent of your shampoo easing him into a confession. “You were the first sibling I chose to approach. You were so magnetic that I found myself drawn to you much like a moth is drawn to an open flame. You were like a bright light I could not tear my eyes from.”

He continued to rock the two of you in his arms as you realized that not only you but the whole congregation had the wrong idea of Mountain. You laughed softly at yourself, realizing you had worried over nothing at all. “When you asked me if I saw a future with you, it took everything in me to not tell you about how many nights I lay awake picturing that very thing. You’ve been the only one all along. And you never even saw it.”

Tears welled in your eyes again as you turned your head upwards to look at your ghoul. You placed your left hand on his cheek as you leaned up to kiss him gently. “Thank you,” you murmured against his lips. You kissed him again and he wrapped his arms around your lower back and pressed you against him as he kissed you back softly. You were everything to him and he vowed to make you see exactly what he saw in you. He pulled back from the kiss, bumping his forehead against yours lovingly. “Now do you see what I see in you?”

You pondered for a moment, glancing over at the mirror across the room, the light from the window casting a gleam across the reflective surface. “I know how you see me. I try to see myself in the same light as you but even now, I have to admit that I do not. You are a strong, handsome ghoul and I’m just a small stupid human,” you said softly, not looking to see his face.

He was silent for a few moments, and you began to notice the air around you heating up slightly. His hand that rested on your lower back twitched lightly, and you casted your eyes to look up at him once more. You felt his tail unfurl from around your leg as he sat up straighter. The air in the room had changed, almost having an electric feel to it now.

“Stand up. Now.”

Your eyebrows knit together in confusion at his demand, the deep bass of his voice now having an authoritative undertone. “H-huh?” He decided not to wait a moment longer, his arm tightening around your waist as he planted his feet firmly against the ground and stood, taking you with him. You let out a small sound of surprise when Mountain dropped your feet to the ground and released you.

He circled around you, walking towards the bed to have a seat at the end, the mattress dipping significantly at the weight of the massive ghoul. He rested his arms on his legs as he ran his hands together in thought. His eyes casted over you where you stood, his piercing gaze rooting you to the floor. “How long,” he spoke, his voice leaving no room for foolishness. You tilted your head in confusion at the way his personality had quickly shifted into something more dominant. “I’m sorry?” you asked.

“How long did you stare into that mirror today before I came in?” You balled your hands nervously together at the question, hurriedly shooting out an answer. “I don’t know. About ten minutes?” He nodded his head, looking straight forward again. “Come here, Love.” He held out a hand, still not glancing towards you. At first you were slightly scared to approach him but you knew at the bottom of your heart that your ghoul would never hurt you under any circumstance. Unsuredly, you took small steps across the room, reaching your hand out to softly place it into his much larger one. With only a small amount of his pure unbridled strength, he pulled on your hand, guiding you as you fell. You realized once your lower chest and stomach connected with his legs exactly where this situation was going.

You wiggled slightly and Mountain’s hand came down gently on your back to steady you. “Ten minutes, right? I think that’s worth ten hits, yes?” You nodded shyly, not trusting your voice in the slightest. But unfortunately for you, your ghoul did not buy it. “Use your words, Love. If you wish to not continue, I will respect it.”

Contemplating for a few seconds, you found that the idea of him being a dominant figure sent small waves of arousal through your body. He had shown signs of being more dominant but tonight was the first night he followed through with his impulsive thoughts, always scared about hurting you. “Punish me,” you whispered, turning your head to hide your flaming red face. “That’s my girl. Ten hits. And you will count each one. You will also repeat for me ‘I am perfect the way I am’. Understood?” You nodded your head slightly. “Understood, Sir.”

You heard him exhale, his hands making quick work of pulling your habit up and over the swell of your ass. Feeling his warm and rough hands pulling your underwear down just below your cheeks caused you to shift in excitement. His left hand returned to your lower back, giving an unspoken warning. When you stopped moving, the hand moved back to your ass, smoothing over the soft skin gently. “Remember, use your words and count.”

Before you could even get a sound out of acknowledgment, you felt the harsh crack of his calloused palms against your left ass cheek. The impact jolted you forward slightly, a loud gasp escaping your lips. You knew that was not his full power, having previously watched him in a few play brawls with other ghouls. After a few gasping breaths, you remembered the task at hand, causing you to quickly blurt out, “One! I am perfect t-the way I am.”

Mountain hummed in approval, his hand soothing over the reddened and raised skin. “Good girl.” And shortly after he spoke, another jarring hit came across your right cheek, jolting you forward yet again. This one had been a little harder and you knew he was testing to see if you were able to handle certain degrees of his strength.. “Two. I am perfect the way I am!”

Several more hits came back to back, and after the seventh one, he paused, his hand running over each globe of your ass. The sensation caused you to let out a soft moan, your skin incredibly sensitive to the touch. At the sound of your moan, the hand stopped its movement. “Do you - do you like it when I'm rough with you?” His voice sounded small - unsure. Before you, he had to channel all of his self control with his partners so as to not hurt them. Because of his size, both height and below the belt wise, he always had to hold back. Hearing the way you keened at his rough hand, the sound had thrown him in for a loop. You nodded your head from where you had it hanging against the side of his right leg. “Yes, Sir.”

The answer to your statement was another rough hit to your right cheek, causing you to cry out and dig your hands into the blanket covering your bed. His hand made an adventurous turn and maneuvered down to the slit in between your legs, feeling the collection of moisture that had pooled there. “Fuck…you really do enjoy this - you naughty Sister of Sin.” His latin accent curled around each syllable, a shiver running down your spine.

“Please Sir, please touch me,” you whispered, your hips shifting up to his touch. “Fucking hell, if you can complete the last two hit perfectly, I’ll spend eternity between your thighs.” The promise made you steel yourself, wanting it more than anything in the world. The last two hits came quickly, you sounding off just the way he wanted.

After the last hit, you placed both hands on his right thigh and shoved yourself up. You stood up and shoved the rest of your habit off as well as your underwear, preferring to be nude as your body had grown hot under his touch. Climbing back into his lap, your legs quickly maneuvered to place themselves on each side of his hips. As you slotted your way into his lap, your hands were quick to take hold of his maskless face, pressing your lips to his with a needy whimper. He moaned against your lips, his hands coming to your bare hips as he groped every inch of revealed skin. He kissed you back with vigor, his teeth knocking against yours as if he was desperately trying to consume you. You could feel the sharp points of his teeth as you equally invaded each others mouths.

Growling softly, he began rolling your hips against his, the material of his uniform rough against your lower regions. You released a choked moan at the feeling, your body beginning to move on its own against him, the two of you finding a rhythm.

After a few moments, Mountain grew antsy, needing to feel you all around him. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he hoisted you up, turning to shove you on your back, further up the bed. He dropped his massive body over yours, hands roaming all over your skin. He reconnected your lips to his, his clawed left hand coming up to take your right breast into his palm. Your back arched slightly off of the bed, his body prohibiting yours from moving much at all. His lips left yours as he left shakey kisses down the side of your cheek, his lips eventually making contact with your neck. Using his sharp canines, he worked several of his marks into the left side of your neck. The bruises blossomed before his eyes, the red angry marks driving his need for you.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his tongue and teeth now working blooming marks onto your shoulder and collarbones. “I am yours,” you moaned breathily, your hands coming up to slot themselves in his hair. His hand now plucked and rolled your hardened nipple between his thumb and middle finger as he sucked away at the flesh of your shoulder. The sensation almost had your brain in overdrive.

He kissed down even lower as his lips now circled around your other breast, working the purple marks into the soft flesh there as well. “Fuck, please, Mountain.” He hummed against your skin, loving the way your flesh tasted in his mouth. He had always been addicted to your scent and taste, the other ghouls joking with him that you had been born to be his mate. And Mountain had let himself believe them slowly, each time the two of you were intimate only solidifying the idea in his brain. Now as you lay writhing beneath him in pleasure, he was absolutely sure you were his.

He began rolling his hips against your leg, the pressure beginning to be too much for him to bear. He always put your pleasure first but something had awoken inside him today. He bit down harshly at the space above your left breast, his lips licking up the small amount of blood he had drawn. You keened under his touch, your head thrown back as you tugged and pulled at his hair in bliss. You were so desperate for more of his touch, to feel him between your legs. Mountain had always been blessed with his mouth and he learned very early on that if he did not give the proper amount of care beforehand, he'd usually end up hurting his partners. So he quickly learned how to use his mouth to relax them and put them in a blissed state and he planned on doing the same to you at this present moment in time.

After giving your breasts a bit more attention, he decided he craved your taste too much to deny himself any longer. He took his left hand and guided your right leg to break apart from your left and bent it at the knee. He lowered his body to the floor, on his knees before your bed. Jerking your leg slightly, he pulled you down to where he wanted you. Releasing a small squeak as he did so, you tried to close your legs, suddenly embarrassed at his proximity.

His strength did not allow you to do no such thing, his hand keeping your left leg bent. The smell that radiated from between your legs drew him in like an aphrodisiac. It was one he wanted to smell for the rest of his life, always managing to send him off of the deep end, notorious for spending hours between your legs several days out of the week. He quickly adjusted himself on his knees and bent forward, licking a long strip up your slit.

Your hips arched off of the bed and this time, without his body there to block you. You tossed your head to the side and let out a soft moan. Bringing your left arm up to pull one of your fingers between your teeth, you bit down lightly at the sensation. Your hips thrashed as you felt him take several more swipes of his tongue along your folds, his lips in turn wrapping around that small bundle of nerves at the pinnacle of your thighs. He circled his tongue around the small bud making sure to let the forked edge curl around it, causing you to release a shaky moan. He loved to switch up the sensations, going from your clit to your entrance, relishing in the way your hips ground against his face.

You did not know if you wanted to bring him closer or try and escape the white hot electric feeling that coursed through your lower body at his ministrations. After a few moments, you felt him shift, his hands coming up the backs of your thighs, pushing them upwards and opening yourself up to him more. You could feel his small moans against you, the vibrations only fueling the fire that raged inside you. “Mounty…please.” He did not make any sound to acknowledge you but you looked down in time to see that one of his hands now had a human tint to it as opposed to his normal ashen gray tone. You knew what he was about to do, always scared of hurting you with his claws. He preferred to finger you with a human glamour so as to not bring you any pain. He brought said hand down to your entrance, letting his fingers get coated in your slick.

Slowly he pushed one finger in, pumping it slowly inside you, his right arm coming up to throw itself across your hips to keep you in place. Crying out, you thrash your head from one side to the other. Feeling something velvety wrap around your upper thigh, you quickly glanced to see his tail holding your leg to the side, keeping you open for him. “You always taste so good to me, Amica Mea. Nothing on this earth could compare to you,” he moaned, his eyes closing as he wrapped his lips around your bud again. His lips accompanied by his finger had your mind in a surreal state of bliss. He picked up the speed of his finger, carefully adding a second one to the mix.

There was a slight burn to the stretch as you had not been intimate with him for a few days. Papa had summoned them at odd hours of the day to rehearse and it left no time for the two of you to relish in each other's bodies. But now, with rehearsals over and a few days to relax before the tour, you were certain tonight would be an all nighter with your ghoul.

An absolute feeling of ecstasy washed over you as you felt the combination working you to completion. His tongue drawing patterns on your clit had your mind reeling, your hands moving from your mouth to grip handfuls of the blanket beneath you, needing something to grab onto. When he felt you were ready, he added the third finger, starting off slow as he pumped them into you. His arm that held you down gripped at your hips, his claws making small indents in your skin. He ate you out like a man starved, his lips and tongue leaving no place untouched.

His fingers picked up the pace steadily, listening for any sound of your discomfort. When he heard none, he smiled to himself. You had always been the one who took him the best. He was almost certain you had a small edge for pain but until today he had not wanted to play into it for the fear it was all in his head. But now, as you cried out for him to go harder, he was almost certain he had picked the right one. Speeding up slightly, his fingers pumped in you, curling them as to hit that one spot within you that always made you cum the hardest. It hasn’t taken him long to find it the first time the two of you were intimate and he had you cumming around his fingers in minutes.

He could tell you were close, feeling your walls clench around his fingers in a pattern he was extremely familiar with. But instead of driving you to completion, he pulled away, pulling his fingers from within you. Crying out in disappointment, you tilted your head down as you watched him rise to his full height before you. You could make out the apparent bulge in his trousers, your body warming even more.

You observed as he cleaned his fingers with his forked tongue, his hand having returned to its natural state with ashen gray skin and claws. He moaned softly, pulling his hand from his lips to wipe the excess fluids on the leg of his pants. He looked around the room slowly, making a soft “ah” as his eyes landed in the one thing he needed. You called out to him as he walked away from the bed, sauntering towards the stand up mirror you had off to the far side of the room, the very mirror you had been regarding yourself in earlier.

He picked up the mirror with ease, bringing it over to the side of the bed, planting it there - facing towards you. “Mounty, what-“, you were cut off as he rounded the bed, standing at the edge before you once again. As he undid each clasp of his uniform, disposing of the top, he nodded towards the mirror to your right. “When I fuck you, I want you to look into that mirror and see how sinful you look. Maybe then it will get inside your thick, beautiful skull how pleasing to the eye you are.” His eyes held no room for you to disagree, turning to look at yourself sideways in the mirror. While normally you would be picking out the parts of you that you did not find attractive, in the heat of the moment, you had a glow about you.

You stared at yourself, not even hearing the sound of heavy pants hitting the floor at the door of your bed. Your attention only snapped to when you felt his large warm body encompass yours, his head knocking yours back against the bed. He pressed his lips to yours, a hand snaking down your body to the apex of your thighs once more. Gently he gathered your slick onto his clawed fingers and coated the head of his cock in it, sliding himself between your thighs slowly.

“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on and I'll be damned to hell again if I ever see you doubting yourself,” he whispered against your lips. “Now watch yourself as I take you.” He bumped your head with his lightly to the right as you once again laid eyes on yourself in the reflective glass. You felt him between your legs, pressing his length against your entrance, sliding himself between your folds to collect more of your essence. And with only a small moment of warning, he began to press into you.

Your hands flew up to grasp at his upper arms, your eyes almost rolling back in your skull. No matter how many times he has taken you, each one felt euphoric like the first time. You watched your face in the mirror as it scrunched up in pure unadulterated bliss. Your mouth had dropped as your legs squeezed around his massive form. “Fuck, Lover, your squeezing me so tight…try to relax for me a bit, yeah?”

You weakly nodded your head, rolling your hips slightly. You pressed your face against his left arm - accompanied by his right arm that caged you in - keeping your eyes trained on yourself in the mirror. You watched as he thrusted shallowly into you, going deeper with each push. Releasing small moans with each plunge of his hips, you felt yourself open more up to him and his impending size. “You’re doing so good for me, Baby, just a bit more.”

You wailed softly as you felt his hips finally connect with yours after minutes of him trying to edge his way into you. He was massive and you felt so incredibly full with him inside of you. You could focus on nothing else but the way he stretched you out. He turned his head to lock eyes with you in the mirror, his eyes holding many emotions all at once. He stilled for a few moments to allow you to adjust completely to the feeling.

He made sure you kept your eyes on the mirror as he turned and kissed his way across your face to the crook of your neck, once again leaving marks along the skin. He noticed when the grip on his biceps lessened dramatically and he gave an experimental roll of his hips, content in the way you lightly moaned. “Faster, Mounty, wanna feel yo-“. You were cut off as he reeled his hips back and slammed into you. Crying out, you threw your head back, your eyes rolling shut. You were sure that you were a mess between your legs, the slick sound echoing in the room as he pressed into you repeatedly.

“Look at yourself. Don’t make me stop,” he growled low in your ear, his breathing deep as he struggled to maintain control over his strength. When you did not immediately comply with his demand, he lowered his left arm, reaching up to gently grab at your hair, forcing your head to the side to look into the mirror again. At this point you barely recognized yourself, your face flushed red, your eyes filled with pleasured tears. Sparks of white hot electricity shooting down your spine with each slap of his hips against yours.

He angled his hips upwards, knowing the exact position needed to hit that spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars. It also helped that one of the primary veins along his length happened to brush against that spot as well, aiding in the climb to your high. Your entire body was jolting at this point, his harsh thrusts causing your body to scoot farther up the bed. Vision now blocked from seeing your face in the mirror, you were forced to focus on your body, watching as it moved in perfect rhythm with the ghoul above you. The aesthetic look of your leg pressed against the side of his hip and the way his body pressed into yours was almost like an image out of an erotic piece of art.

The imagery of your body being pleasured accompanied by the pure ecstasy that coursed through your veins, had you climbing towards the precipice of your high a lot faster than normal. But unfortunately you needed one more thing to push you over the edge. And Mountain knew exactly what that thing was. But he held off, wanting you to look at yourself for a little bit longer before giving into you. He in turn watched in the mirror as well, a sense of fondness rolling over him at the view.

The way you took him so nicely accompanied by the view of your body molding to his was a sight he wanted etched and burned into his memory forever. He wanted to see you cum like this as well, the primal urge to witness such a scene in the mirror. He pulled out slightly to drag your body back down the bed, and back into the view of the mirror. He was determined to make you watch as you came apart underneath him.

You felt something cool slide in between your bodies and keened at the feeling of his tail sliding between your folds. He propelled his hips back into yours as he began purposefully hitting that spot inside of you that would cause you to finally push over the edge. He slid his tail along your slit, rubbing the tip against your bundle of nerves, watching with enthusiasm as your pleasure began to rise towards its peak. “Watch yourself come apart on my cock, Baby,” he whispered against your ear, kissing your cheek gently.

And with one last thrust, your orgasm came crashing down around you, your face scrunching up in pure rapture at the feeling. You cried out, your voice hoarse, watching as tears leaked from your eyes in the mirror. The pleasure that coursed through your veins was unbridled and possibly the strongest you’ve ever had in your relationship with Mountain. You could feel yourself clench around him unconsciously as you came.

Letting out a choked sound, Mountain watched you in the mirror as he chased his own high, feeling his knot begin to form at the base of his cock. “Want me to fill you up,” he asked, his hips driving into yours. This would be his first time knotting you as well as in general. He never formed a knot with his other partners, knowing his body did not crave them as if he craved a mate. But with you, his body craved it like he craved the soil on his bare feet. He watched your tear streaked face nod in the reflection, your mouth moving to whisper a small ‘please’.

He snarled as he picked up the speed, now slamming into you at a rampant pace. You could feel the way he easily knocked against your cervix and you knew you’d have trouble walking tomorrow or performing mundane duties. But right now, you could feel another orgasm quickly approaching and you opened your lips to warn the ghouls above you. “I’m gonna cum agai-ah!” You were cut off as you felt his obscenely large knot begin to push into you, stretching you farther than you even knew possible. You leaned up, keeping your eyes focused on your figure in the mirror as you latched your teeth into the skin of his shoulder to silence your scream.

With one last shove, he managed to fit his entire knot into you, his head flung back, a gutteral snarl ripping itself from his throat. He pressed onto you, dropping his entire body weight down to almost smother you against him. You felt his release, the warmth filling you up as you came once more, a sob tearing from your lips. You could feel him still releasing into you, filling you to the brim enough that some undoubtedly leaked out onto the bed below you. “Satan be damned, holy shit,” he sounded out of breath, coming down from his high as he managed to still leak out of you.

As you came down from your second orgasm, you noticed how tired your body felt. You had never experienced being knotted before as well as two orgasms back to back. Draining was the simplest of terms to describe how you felt. You tore your gaze from the mirror, reaching your hands up to run along his horns and into his hair, pulling at the strands softly as you tried to catch your breath. It took several minutes before you felt like your heart was not about to leap through your chest and during that come down, you cooed softly to the ghoul that found his head back in the crook of your neck yet again, breathing in your scent. He was overjoyed to find that his scent had blended in with your own, a balance between the two.

“How long until it goes down,” you questioned softly, kissing along his shoulder. He shrugged, laughing lightly. “Maybe like twenty minutes? That’s what the other ghouls say. I-I wouldn’t know.” Your hands stopped their movements in his hair and moved to his cheeks to pull his head out from the safety of your neck. He shifted his body so you could get a better look at his face, causing the knot to tug lightly from where the two of you were connected. You gasped slightly, wiggling your hips at the sensation before calming down again.

“You’ve never knotted someone?” He shook his head slowly. “You’re the first,” he whispered, eyes scanning your face for any sign of disapproval. He panicked slightly when he noticed tears well up in your eyes. “Hey, hey, hey, why the tears, Amica Mea?” He pushed the hairs away from your reddened and tired face. “I’ve doubted your love for me this entire time and yet I’ve always had the proof right before my eyes.” He clicked his tongue and pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around you tightly as he held you to his chest. “That was what I was trying to show you with all of these things today. I love you more than life itself and you have no need to doubt yourself or my love for you.”

You nodded your head against his shoulder, silently vowing to never put yourself through such things again. As hot as it was to have him punish you for your negative thoughts, you were sure you could find other ways to rile up his dominant side. “I love you too, Mountain, forever and always.”

As you lay there tied emotionally and physically to your ghoul, you decided that this was right. Everything felt right. You were content and happy and you’d be damned if you let someone else’s words crawl under your skin. You had been shown the immense love that your ghoul had for both your physical body and your soul. And you now knew that nothing and no one in the world can change that.

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[aetherswhxre]

Finally made fallen angel copia lol 🖤

[aetherswhxre]

Discord

I know i’ve had quite a few new followers since the last post I made but I just wanted to pop back on here and say that we do have a discord! I wanted a place where fans of the band could come together and have fun! Feel free to join us! You can request the role of your favorite ghouls and even interact in NSFW channels. There are also voice chats that I try to hop in every now and then! I look forward to seeing everyone there!

[aetherswhxre]

Be A Good Girl

Dewdrop X Afab!Reader

Summary: Before a show one night, Dew shows you exactly what he can do with his human fingers.

Authors note: This was not a request unfortunately but we were talking in discord about how human form!dew would love to finger you because his claws don’t get in the way and something in me had to write it. I hope you enjoy!!

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For the seventh time in the past ten minutes, you felt Dew’s right hand try and snake its way past the lining of your skirt. Sighing, you slapped it away again only for the response of a growl to reach your ears. The couch shifted beside you, the smell of amber and musk clouding your senses as your ghoul shifted closer to you. “Let me touch you,” he snarled low, his hand returning to your upper thigh, gripping it tightly. “Dew, there are others around,” you hissed back at him, your eyes darting to the other ghouls in the room.

Currently all of the band sat backstage in the waiting room, the fans just now being let into the venue. You watched as they mingled about themselves, respectively in their human forms, some more interested in their partners and others drinking to set the mood. Swiss caught your eye over the head of one of his partners and gave you a small smile and offered a wave. As you waved back, you nudged Dew’s leg with your own. “See, people will notice, Dew.”

“And do you think I give a fuck? What about what we did in mass last time? I had you cumming on my cock by the end of the sermon.” Your face flushed as vivid images erupted in your mind. You reached over and landed a solid slap to his chest, a warning slap. “Of course I do, you horndog.” You stiffened as he leaned in even closer, his lips right by your ear. “And it got you so wet, angel face,” he spoke slowly, his glamoured blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand that had been gripping your thigh moved upwards, toying with the line of your short skirt once more. “Can you at least be a little more subtle Dew?” You quickly leaned over and grabbed the nearest jacket - which happened to be Aether’s - and threw it over your lap, concealing what was about to happen below. “That’s my girl,” he smirked, his hands quick to plunge underneath the fabric barrier of your skirt. You shifted slightly, leaning more against him as you spread your legs wider, your nerves quickly becoming flared with arousal.

“I like touching you like this,” he whispered in your ear, “in this form, my claws cannot hurt you.” You jumped slightly as he ran his glamoured hands along your clothed slit, relishing in the way a damp spot quickly appeared. “Relax, Baby. I got you.”

You pulled your phone out of your purse that sat beside you as you pretended to scroll through some useless feed. Meanwhile, Dew’s fingers managed to curl underneath the fabric and skimmed along your wet folds, collecting the dampness on his fingers. Earlier in the day, Dew had decided it would be a good idea to fuck in the small bus bathroom and the remaining essence made it easy for him to slide along your lower lips. Your breath hitched as you felt him run what you imagined was his middle finger in circles over your bundle of nerves lightly.

“God I can smell you from here. You always smell so fucking good,” he rumbled lowly, his face now bumping its way into the crook of your neck. The feeling accompanied by his voice sent shivers down your spine, alighting your nerves with a fire you knew all too well. Your eyes fluttered slightly as you casually glanced up, wondering if anyone had caught on to what was happening on the couch across the room. They all still seemed occupied with their activities. Most of them now probably had a slight buzz after drinking copious amounts of the strong liquor they passed around.

Your back arched slightly as you felt the hand dip lower, his thumb now taking the place of circling your clit as his middle and ring finger journeyed downwards. His middle finger sank slowly into your wet heat as you heard him release a small groan. “If they weren’t here, I’d throw you over the arm of this couch and fuck you until they called me on stage…fuck, why do they have to be here,” he whined, his breathing deep. His finger pumped in you as he moved his thumb in time with each push. You tried to focus on holding your phone in your hand but in reality, all you wanted to do was toss it to the side and fully give in to the pleasure your ghoul was giving to you. “It feels so good,” you whispered softly, a small moan escaping your lips.

The ghoul’s breathing picked up and you could almost hear the sound of his nostrils flaring to take in every small ounce of your intoxicating smell. You sighed again at the stretch of his finger, and while it could hardly compare to the stretch of his cock, it still shot liquid white heat down your spine. And as he added a second finger, your legs had begun to shake. You had added the weight to the tips of your toes out of reflex and you allowed your feet to properly drop back down to the floor. “More, Dew, Ple- Ah!”

Before you could even finish the request, he quickly added his ring finger, plunging it in rhythm with his middle finger. You dropped your phone back onto the couch, your hand reaching under the blanket to grab ahold of his lower arm as something to grab on to. You began rolling your hips, no longer caring who all was in the room. The only thing you could focus on in that very moment was the intense pleasure happening between your legs, hidden from the world. “You like having my glamoured fingers fuck you, Doll? You like being touched by my human form?”

You nodded shakily. “You go so much de-deeper like this,” you moaned softly. His thumb picked up the pace, quickly circling causing you to throw your head back on the couch. Dew took the opportunity to bite and lick at your exposed neck, happily working a bruise into the skin. “De-Dew, I’m so close-“

“I know baby, I can taste it in the air. Now are you going to be a good girl and cum on my fingers so I can play a great fucking show tonight?” You nodded eagerly, spitting out a small ‘faster’. Your ghoul complied, his wrist curling and flexing as he quickly pumped his fingers inside of you. Your climax was quickly approaching, the coil in your stomach tightening with each pump. Clenching around his fingers, you slapped your hand on the edge of the couch seat and gripped it, your nails digging into the leather. You muttered a small mantra of ‘fuck fuck fuck’ as he brought you closer and closer to what felt like salvation.

And with one last flick of his thumb, you turned and this time forced your head into the crook of his neck as you bit down on his shoulder, the rough fabric of his stage uniform harsh against your teeth. Your orgasm washed over you in waves of molten heat, your legs clamping shut around his hand, holding his fingers inside you. He used his strength to keep rolling his hand against you as he pulled the strings of your high. Dew helped you ride out your high as long as he could, muttering obscene things in your ear. “Fucking hell you’re sucking my fingers in, fuck you’re so hot.”

Once you began to come down, shaking against the ghoul, he slowly pulled his fingers from you, pulling them out from underneath the jacket. You noticed with slight embarrassment how slick they looked in the harsh back room light. You watched in a daze as he unhurriedly brought them to his lips. You watched as his glamour broke slightly the moment your taste spread across his tongue. His skin flashed between a normal human skin tone and his natural gray tone on and off as well as his canines elongating slightly. “After the show tonight, I want you to ride me until you can’t even feel your legs. I want to see you in all your glory - as a thank you for another mind blowing orgasm, courtesy of me.”

You landed a half ass slap to his chest again as the loud voice of Swiss echoed across the room. “I knew I smelled something…delicious.” Your head snapped up from where it rested on Dew’s shoulder. Swiss was looking directly at the two of you, a smirk etched into his glamoured face. All of the other ghouls and siblings of sin turned to look, causing you to flush in embarrassment. “Is that - oh come on you guys! That’s my jacket!”

Dew grabbed the black piece of material and balled it up to toss it right at Aether, who caught it and held it out with one hand. “You owe me one, Dew,” he said, his eyes saying that he was indeed not joking. “Yeah yeah yeah, whatever.”

Not even a few seconds later, there was a knock at the door, a staff member poking his head in to alert the band that it was time to go on stage. You now realized you could hear the roar of the crowd outside and you felt the energy of the room completely change. Papa entered shortly after, clapping to get the ghouls attention. “Let’s give it our all tonight, yes? Let’s bring the house down as we worship his unholiness!” The ghouls all cheered as they slipped on their helmets and grabbed their needed items for the stage. Dew got up beside you, holding his hands out.

It had become a habit at this point. Anytime you joined them for their touring rituals, he asked you to kiss each and every one of his fingers, claiming your kisses made him play better. It started out as a silly joke but now he demanded it each and every time. And you took your time kissing his fingers, putting all of the intimate love you had for your ghoul into each one. When you got to the last finger, you pulled it into your mouth slightly, sucking. You felt Dew stiffen, his other hand reaching out to cup your chin and forcing you to look up at him. “When I return to the bus, you better be naked and waiting. I’m fucking you tonight and I don’t give a fuck who hears…”

[aetherswhxre]

screaming crying throwing up

Bc Sodo’s taking over my life at this point here’s another request (it’s a lil NSFW); the reader gives Sodo a BJ but the other ghouls hear and afterwards tease n try to embarrass the fuck out of Sodo

anon I know you said "a lil NSFW" but I decided to make it very NSFW in the beginning.

with that being said, 18+ below the cut and GN!Reader

“That’s it. Fuck, you’re so good at this.” His hand is resting on the back of your head, lazily guiding you back and forth on his cock. You’ve been on your knees with his hard cock in your mouth for a while now, using every trick in the book you knew to make him moan.

It’s payback, you suppose, for that time he had dragged you into a storage closet and had encouraged you to make all of the noises “your pretty little mouth” could make. He pulled out all the stops that time, too, having bit the base of your neck and your shoulder as his hips snapped against yours. He knew all of your sensitive spots. He made it his mission to find and remember them all the first night you two were intimate.

So when you hollow out your cheeks, you feel your chest swell with pride as you watch his head loll back with a deep groan. You let out a moan as you get him close to your throat and you feel his tail slip around your neck.

“Such a good little thing,” he praises in that breathy voice, amber eyes aglow with such lust that it sends a pool of desire straight to your core. “Lucifer, just look at you. On your knees and taking so much of me.” A wicked grin spreads across his face as he thrusts his hips up, the tip of his cock entering the back of your throat and making you gag. “Come on, sweetheart, you can do it. I know you can.”

You will yourself to relax your throat as you let yourself slide the rest of the way down his length, only stopping when your nose hits the coarse hair on his body. The moan you get from him spurs you on as you bob your head, a few tears slipping down your cheeks as he thrusts in time with each bob. His tail tightens around your neck, just that little bit to where you realize it’s not as easy to get in each breath like it used to be. Truthfully, it adds to the fun.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He’s getting rougher with you and you can tell he’s close. “Keep goin’, baby. Just a little more.” You decide to really push him over the edge, your hand coming up to stroke and squeeze his balls and he lets out a growl. “So good. So good for me. All mine.” His head lazily rises as he grins at you, fangs on full display. “You swallow everything and I’ll give you a good reward, alright?”

He only lasts a few more thrusts after that, his cock fully sheathed in your throat as he lets out a loud moan. Just like requested, you swallow down every little drop, earning yourself a whine from him when bob your head those extra times to milk his cock. You finally let him slip from your mouth, licking your lips. His eyes are lidded as he gives you a lazy smile, his tail finally slipping from your throat as his index finger curls underneath your chin, slowly dragging you up the side of the bed and on top of him. The kiss he pulls you into is slow but hungry, and the second he gets his strength back, he flips you two over. You shuffle so you’re fully on the bed with the fire ghoul between your legs, his hot hands roaming and squeezing your body.

“I promised you a reward, didn’t I?” he breathes against your ear as he nips at your lobe. “I’m not one to make empty promises.”

“I’m gonna hold you to that.” You give him a smile. “And it better be just as good as the little performance I gave you.”

“Sweetheart, it’s gonna be better.” He gives you one last kiss to your lips before he trails those hot kisses down. From the corner of your mouth to your jaw; down your neck and chest, taking a second to suck and nip at your nipples before finally trailing down your stomach. His arms wrap around your legs as he pins your hips to the bed, and you see why when his mouth wraps around your sex, his forked tongue darting out. It’s so hot against your flesh and you toss your head back into the pillows.

He’s lost track of time ages ago, not that it exactly matters. When he promised you a reward, he meant it. Not only did he decide to repay you with his talented mouth, but he made sure to give you the fuck of your life, having made you cum multiple times. He drowned you in kisses and praise, encouraging you to give him one more. Just one more beautiful orgasm so he could watch your eyes roll to the back of your head and have your back arch off of your mattress.

This one truly was the last orgasm for the night, your body laying limp on your bed as you tried to catch your breath.

“You did such a good job,” he praises softly, peppering kisses all over your body. “So proud of you, baby. You wanna sleep for a bit?”

He smiles when all you can do is hum your reply, your eyes already closed. One last kiss to your forehead and he slowly gets up. You’re already asleep by the time he cleans you up and pulls the blanket over you, your breathing soft. After straightening himself up and giving your forehead one last kiss, he leaves your room, softly shutting the door behind him.

The way back to the dens is calm and peaceful, but the second he opens the door, he sees Swiss grinning at him as he sits at the island that separates the kitchen from the common area. There’s a book open in front of him and his tail is flicking back and forth.

“Well lookie here,” he starts in that sing-song voice. “In before dawn!”

“Don’t start.” The door shuts behind him as he makes his way further into the dens, but Swiss’s tail stops him.

“Hey, wait a sec.” Reluctantly, Sodo gets closer to the multi ghoul, letting him smooth down his hair. His fingers pull apart the small, forming knots from when you had ridden him, and he puts the flyaway pieces back in their place.

“Now you look so handsome!” Swiss coos, pinching his cheek. Sodo lets out a hiss as he slaps his hand away. “So…? How was it? Did you have fun?”

“You know a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” And he can’t stop the smile that graces his lips as he indulges his friend.

“I know. That’s why I’m asking you.” They both bark out laughter as Sodo hits Swiss’s arm with the back of his hand. “Like, I did pass by the room while you guys were havin’ your fun.” He cocks his head, brows raised as the smile stays on his face. “So…?”

He’s not getting out of this. “Yeah. Best sibling I’ve been with.”

“My man!” Swiss claps a hand on his shoulder with a prideful look. “Now I know why you were so loud.”

“Oh, fuck off!” Even as he turns away, he’s still smiling. “Hey, don’t be opening your big mouth, alright? Don’t wanna hear it from anyone else.”

“Yeah, yeah. I won’t tell anyone else.” Sodo makes his way down the hall and towards his room, jumping slightly when Aether exits his own room. The quintessence ghoul gives him a smirk.

“I assume you had fun with Y/N?”

“SWISS!”