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Singing with the Stars

Ahhh this series is really living rent-free in my brain, the ghoul loving train is not stopping any time soon I think. I hope you enjoy this angsty but also super sweet piece. I'm really in love with Swiss I think. There's also a lot of Aether content here that I didn't originally intend to be in here, but I think fits in just fine. A good tease for part three, I suppose.

Pairing(s): Swiss x Fem!Reader, Mountain x Fem!Reader, Swiss x Dewdrop/Sodo (mentioned), Aether x Fem!Reader (brief, not the main focus)

Tags: Sister of Sin!Reader, Poly Ghouls, Angst, Jealousy, Friends-to-Lovers, Use of Quintessence Magic, Unintentional sexual tension (Aether/Reader, oopsie), Sensual touch (its for the magic guys), Singing, Kissing, Smut, Soft dom!Swiss, Daddy kink, defilement of religious spaces (but I guess its okay cuz this is Ghost we're talking about,) Possessive sex (but he's sweet about it), Clothed male/naked female, Making love, oral sex (f receiving), edging (briefly), PiV Sex, Squirting, Fluff.

Word Count: 5,715

Ao3 Link

In the Ghoul Den Masterlist

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When Mountain said that the others would become more brazen with you now that he finally had you, it was a bit of an understatement. Even just walking out of Mountain’s room, legs sore and slightly shaking, there was a kind of aura shift within the Den. Dew and Aether’s eyes devoured your form from their seats on the couch as you approached the kitchen. When Rain walked past you to use the toaster, his tail slid along your waist teasingly. Cumulus and Cirrus eyed you as if you were prey from behind their coffee cups. Phantom stared at you unabashedly as you walked past him to find a spot of your own to sit in the living room. Sunshine and Aurora whispered to each other, giving you longing, fiery glances.

And then there was Swiss.

He looked hungry, but not for food. He licked his lips as he stood in the doorway of his room, eyes purposefully scanning up your form with a heat that burned you. He flashed you a devilish smile that had your heart stuttered in your chest, a sick need already building up in you.

You were distracted from that desire when Mountain tugged you to him, having you sit in his lap. You squeaked quietly, clutching your cup of coffee as if it was your lifeline. One of his large hands rested on your waist while the other was on your thigh. You smiled, blushing as the others surrounded you in conversation just like any other morning in the Den.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Swiss stiffen as the others practically swarmed you and Mountain. His dark eyes glaring before turning on his heel. Stalking out of the Den. Your heart sunk in your chest, but you were soon far too caught up in fleeting touches and varied conversation to think about it for the time being.

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Swiss couldn’t stand being in there a moment longer. He could feel his blood boiling as he stomped around the halls of the abbey. His teeth gritted at the image of Mountain holding you to his chest as you sipped your coffee. He hated how you melted into his touch. But what pissed him off more than anything was being forced to bear witness to the array of dark purple markings littering your sweet, soft skin.

He heard you loud and clear last night—they all did. Swiss counted himself lucky that he had Dew to get his frustrations out on. As much as he loved the fire ghoul, Swiss wished with all his being that he was fucking into you instead. Making you scream for the entire pack to hear.

He had been the one drawn to you first. Always catching you singing to yourself while cleaning the chapel while on his afternoon walks. It had taken two months of distant pining to gain the confidence to approach you.

The pack had agreed some time ago that there had been something missing. Even after Phantom and Aurora were summoned, there was still some sort of nebulous missing piece that they were all yearning for. Ghouls couldn’t just ask Papa to summon another— it was out of line, and it wasn’t a complete guarantee that the one pulled from the pit would be that missing piece. The others were content with having that glaring hole at the time, but not Swiss.

Deep inside, he hoped you were that missing piece when he first heard you singing some Latin hymn deep in the chapel, cleaning the steps of the altar with a focused eye. There had to be a reason he would stop to listen to you every time, purposefully looking through the crack in the door to see you hard at work. Swiss knew for certain that you were that missing piece when he finally approached you, slipping inside the chapel and joining you in singing the chorus of “Depth of Satan’s Eyes.” He could never forget how startled you were, stopping in your work and covering your mouth. Those sweet doe eyes and blushing cheeks nearly brought him to his knees during that first meeting.

Swiss came to treasure those moments in the chapel, the time when only he knew of you. The days where you could talk about everything and nothing while you shined the old marble altar. How you’d create duets out of any song you could think of, a private serenade that blessed his ears. Of course, he always knew he would share you with the pack one day. He was excited about the prospect back then. He wanted them to know the sweet kindness of you. Wanted to see how complete you made them. How complete you made him.

It was all wonderful until Mountain decided to finally warm up to you. It took him a long time, his personal fear of humans and his protective nature keeping him on edge around you for nearly three months, while the others took to you near immediately. But when he finally started relaxing, that was when Swiss noticed how Mountain looked at you. That kind of deep yearning and adoration that Swiss knew so well, because he looked at you that way too. Not that the others didn’t, but the way Mountain was almost always looking at you, no matter what was going on around him, made Swiss feel on edge.

It should’ve been him. He should’ve had you first. Mountain just had to pull seniority. Dew tried to convince them to let Swiss have you first, but since neither he nor Mountain were willing to share you for their first night with you, seniority ruled. Swiss couldn’t remember the last time he felt so angry at his packmates until that moment. He didn’t want to be possessive of you, but by Beelzebub he just wanted to storm you immediately after that meeting. Disobeying the pack and just keeping you for himself. Especially when Mountain just kept on hesitating for two weeks afterwards. He should’ve just taken you when he had the chance.

Swiss clenched his fists, a low growl leaving his throat. He kept walking straight ahead with no care to where he was going, tears brimming in his eyes.

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You flitted around the den, cleaning up the messes made from the night before. Mountain, Dew, Phantom, and Rain went out to the music hall to practice for the recording sessions tomorrow. Aurora and Cumulus were on vocal rest, the girls sequestered into Cirrus’s room to take a girls day. They had extended the offer to you, and as tempting as it was, you had to decline. You were on chapel duty in an hour and a half, and you still needed to go back to your dormitory to change into a fresh habit and get new underwear, since Mountain completely destroyed the set from yesterday.

Swiss was the only thing on your mind at the moment. He looked so angry, seeing you in Mountain’s embrace. “He competed with me to be the first to have you,” Mountain had said, “He’s as desperate to have you as me.” Swiss had been your first true friend in Satan knows how long. You knew that you had feelings for him that went beyond that, but you didn’t want to pursue it. Aside from your own feelings about yourself, the risk of losing your only real friend in the ministry was out of the question. So you repressed your true feelings. Repressed it to the point that you gained feelings for Mountain in the process. And now, the intense repression that you firmly believed would preserve your friendship would now drive it apart.

“You’ve been scrubbing that plate for five minutes sweetheart,” Aether’s voice coming from behind broke you from your thoughts. You nearly dropped the plate, a gasp escaping your lips. He was laying against the wall, dark eyes appraising you in your anxious state. He pushed off the wall, walking up to you casually. “What’s wrong Y/n?”

You laughed nervously. “Oh it’s nothing.” Aether gave you a skeptical look, and you sighed, turning on the sink to rinse off the thoroughly cleaned plate. “Okay, I’m worried about Swiss,” you finally admitted, putting the plate on the drying rack.

He smiled softly, “I figured, he had quite a dramatic show this morning, huh?” You nodded, wiping your shaking hands on a towel. Aether took your hands in his large ones, the warmth from them soothing to your cold fingers. “Hey, I promise he’s not mad at you.”

You swallowed harshly, eyes trained down on your hands. “Mountain said that Swiss had fought with him over me. I just worry that I’m causing a rift in everything.” You closed your eyes, trying to steady your breathing. Aether squeezed your hands reassuringly. “I’ve had feelings for Swiss for almost as long as we’ve known each other, but I was so afraid of messing things up and ruining our friendship, and just anxious about everything in general that I repressed it all. Now look what I’ve done.” Your voice warbled as you tried not to cry.

Aether brought you into a hug, his large arms wrapping around you gently, and you broke. He petted your hair, whispering soft words of comfort to you as he guided you to sit down on the couch. He rubbed your back as your sobs turned into sniffles. “You haven’t done anything wrong, sweetheart.” Aether reassured you, “He’ll get over it. He cares for us and you too much to hold a grudge against Mountain for too much longer. I think he’s just a little jealous.”

You fiddled with your fingers. “How bad was the fight?” you asked quietly.

Aether squeezed your hand, taking a moment to mull over his next words. “It nearly got physical. Cirrus and I had to hold ‘em back,” he squeezed your hand again when he felt you stiffen, “It came down to pack politics, since neither were willing to compromise.”

“Politics?” you questioned, tilting your head at the ghoul.

Aether nodded. “We have a bit of a power structure. We don’t really have one defined leader, but there is a kind of deference given to the older ghouls. Mountain, Dew and I have been here since the latter half of Terzo’s tenure as Papa, so the others typically yield to us. Mountain especially, since he’s taken to the role of protector for the pack. That, in combination with seniority, had the others vote in favor of Mountain making the first move, despite Dew’s insistence that Swiss have you first instead.”

You nodded, “I suppose that makes sense.” You look off into the distance, anxiety churning deep in your gut. “I just wish there was a way to make it up to him.”

Aether grinned, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Well, there certainly is one way, if you’re up for it, doll.”

Blush immediately flooded your cheeks, thighs involuntarily squeezing together at the thought. “But, if he’s jealous…” you reach your hand up to your neck, fingers trembling as you remember looking at yourself in Mountain’s bathroom mirror. “I’m sure these won’t help his mood at all.”

“I think I can help with those, if you like,” Aether said bluntly, his eyes scanning up your body, “It won’t take too long.”

You look at him with wide eyes. “What do you mean by that?”

He chuckled at your surprised tone. “Quintessence magic does wonders, sweetheart. You were there the day I healed Dew’s hand from that gash he got from slapping his guitar too hard, right?” You nodded wordlessly, so he continued, “I can work my magic on those hickeys, if you’d like.”

You look at the door anxiously, as if he would materialize at the entrance. “Wouldn’t Mountain be mad if he finds out…?”

Aether took your chin between his pointer finger and thumb to force you to look at him. “I’d take whatever kind of punishment he’d give me for you, Y/n.”

You smiled softly at him, little butterflies dancing in your stomach. “Thank you, Aether,” you whispered.

“Of course, sweetheart,” he whispered back. He pulled you into his lap, chuckling at the flustered squeak that left your lips involuntarily.

His large hands ghosted up your body before gently resting on your neck. His eyes fluttered closed, brow setting in concentration. Then, you felt a strange tingling where his hands touched, a foreign yet pleasant sensation causing goosebumps to rise on your arms. After a minute or so, he shifted a hand down to your collarbone, the same sensation gracing your skin there. Aether then opened his eyes, giving you a questioning glance as his hands ghosted down to your breasts. “I’m assuming he left some here, yeah?” You nodded sheepishly. “Is it okay if I touch you here?” You nodded again, but this time he shook his head with a grin. “Use your words, doll,” he said softly.

“Yes, you can,” you said breathlessly.

He smirked. “Good girl,” he whispered, resuming his work by delicately cupping your breasts in his hands. A shiver went down your spine, the magic feeling a bit too good there. Aether chuckled as he moved his hand further down, resting on your tummy, then your thighs. You bit your lips to stifle a whimper, remembering your core is exposed. Aether chuckled at your stifled sound. “Now now, you save those sweet sounds for Swiss, yeah? Don’t waste your breath on me yet, sweetheart.”

You giggled as he tapped your ass, getting off of his lap shakily. Absently, you look up at the clock. “Oh shit!” you exclaimed, you had ten minutes before taking over chapel duty. “I have to get ready. Damn it,” you cursed yourself, brain spiraling already at the thought of being late.

Before your brain could plummet you too much further, Aether grabbed your hand, kissing each of your knuckles. He smiled softly at you. “Take a breath sweetheart, you’re okay,” he murmured against your skin, “I won’t hold you here any longer, but just know you’re safe with us, Y/n. You don’t need to worry.”

You blushed, smiling shyly. You gently pulled your hand from his, and quickly turned to sprint back to the sibling dormitories.

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You were three minutes late. You were sure you looked disheveled, your veil a bit lopsided from sprinting from the ghoul den to your dorm and then to the chapel. You panted out your apologies to the sibling who you were taking over for. They rolled their eyes, pushing the cart of cleaning supplies over to you as they walked out. You could tell just from looking at the pews that they only did the first three rows on the foremost right side. How, in a five hour shift, they only got that much done was beyond you. They were probably sitting on their phone half the time, which was typical of the siblings who had chapel duty, you had discovered.

Out of all the tasks given to a sibling in a week, you enjoyed cleaning the chapel the best. You loved the architecture of the space, high ceilings and reminiscent of that old gothic style interior you’ve seen in pictures of old European churches. You loved being alone in it, you could practically feel the presence of the Olde One within its walls. You took pride in how you took care of the space that the siblings would meet in every evening, your big contribution to the church community at large.

You also loved reflecting on your times with Swiss between these walls. Even with the anxiety about the status of your relationship with him still on the forefront of your mind, you couldn’t help but sigh thinking about all the times you’ve spent together here. It still felt like your little secret; none of the other ghouls had decided to pay you a visit during your chore times, it was always just Swiss. Just the two of you chatting, laughing, singing. You hoped it would continue after all this.

As you work on your sixth row of pews, you start singing. Quietly and to yourself, but still singing. This time, it’s “Mary on a Cross.” It’s among your favorite of Ghost’s songs, and it was quite easy to hum to yourself as you worked. The lyrics flow softly from your tongue. Breathy when you scrub hard at a scuffed spot on pew. Stronger when you run the vacuum in between the rows so you could hear yourself. You didn’t really think your voice was that good despite Swiss insisting otherwise, but singing while you worked was just something that came naturally.

“You go down just like holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross,” you hummed as you grabbed the cleaning cart, dragging it to the middle row to get started on cleaning the pews there.

“Your beauty never ever scared me,” your ears perked up, whipping your head towards the door of the chapel. Swiss was standing there, leaning up against the wall as he harmonized with you. “Mary on a, Mary on a cross.”

Your smile was so wide you thought your cheeks would burst. Letting go of the cleaning cart, you moved towards him. “If you choose to run away with me, I will tickle you internally…”

Swiss met you half-way, his hand reaching out for yours. You took it. “...And I see nothing wrong with that…”

You stood in silence for a long moment, just studying his features. His eyes looked puffy as he gazed at you, your heart breaking a bit at the sight. He licked his lips, his hands trembling in your grasp. You squeezed them gently.

“Swiss…” you tried to start, your voice dying in your throat, “I’m sorry…”

“Y/n, you have nothing to apologize for,” he interrupted, moving a still shaking hand to cup your cheek. “I should be the one apologizing, I’m a fucking overdramatic bastard.”

“No, don’t apologize,” you said as you rested your hand on top of his on your cheek, “I…I’ve had feelings for you for a long time. I just…couldn’t��I was too scared to lose you as a friend I didn’t want to think of anything more. Besides my own doubts about myself…”

“You could never lose me babygirl,” he murmured, his eyes flicking down to your lips, “You mean everything to me.” You smile softly, your eyes drifting down to his lips just as he was focused on yours. Swiss cleared his throat. “Can I..can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you whispered, looking up at him pleadingly.

He graced you with one of his signature smiles, his lips brushing yours before making full contact. You melted into it, resting your hands on his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist. A satisfied hum left him as he stole your breath, the world around you disappearing. It was just you and Swiss. You kissed him until you felt lightheaded, pulling away for a breath. Swiss growled, a low sound in his throat as he barely gave you a second before he connected your lips again. It continued like this as he guided you backwards until your back hit a pew. You then remembered where you were.

“Swiss,” you panted against his lips, “I have to work.” You truly didn’t want to, but your duty to the chapel was more pressing than making out with Swiss.

“I can distract you a little bit longer, can’t I? Please baby?” Swiss mumbled as he kissed from your cheek down to your jaw. “Want you, need you.” He rubbed his hands up and down your sides in a way that was slowly making you lose your resolve.

“Here? What if someone comes in? What if one of the Papas…” Your worrying was interrupted by a swift kiss to your lips.

“You know just as well as I do no one comes in here during the day,” he nipped at your lip playfully, “Besides, they’d get to witness how to worship a goddess.”

You sighed softly, pressing your forehead against his. “Then… then worship, Swiss.”

He grinned, cupping your face in his hands. “Good girl,” he whispered just before pressing his lips to yours for another intense kiss. It was devouring, but in the sweetest way. Possessive, but not violent like Mountain. It felt… loving. You knew you were going to have to get used to the feeling of genuine love, but it still felt so foreign. Not in a bad way necessarily, just… different.

A shocked gasp left your lips as Swiss picked you up, holding you in his arms as if you were the most delicate object in the world. You nuzzle into his chest, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world in those strong arms. You didn’t know what part of the chapel he was taking you to, until you felt the cold marble of the altar through your habit. “Swiss!” you hissed.

“What? You told me to worship babygirl, and there’s no better place to worship than at the altar,” he said, grinning wickedly. He pulled off your veil, taking a sharp inhale at the sight of your bare neck. “Wait, where are..?”

You giggled, blush dusting your cheeks. “Aether decided to do me a favor…”

Swiss practically moaned, kissing you deeply for a moment before moving to kiss down your jaw and neck. “Fuck, remind me to thank him later,” he practically purred as he sucked a fresh hickey on your neck. He pulled back to appreciate his work. “Shit, you look fucking perfect like this Y/n. On the fucking altar, my mark on your neck, all ready for daddy to have his way with you.” He trailed a hand down your body, running over your hardening nipples, down to the meat of your thighs. Teasing.

You whimpered at his words and his touch as it slipped up under the short habit you wore when you cleaned. He hummed appreciatively as his fingers met with your soaked-through panties. “You like that? You like when daddy touches you there baby?” Swiss whispered. You nodded eagerly, but he only laughed and shook his head. “Words babygirl, wanna hear you say it.”

“I love it daddy,” you whined, “please don’t stop, need you.”

“Wasn’t planning on it baby. Daddy’s gonna worship you right,” his voice was low, heavy with lust. He carefully lifted up your habit, taking his sweet time revealing all of your skin to his hungry gaze. Once it was over your head, he took a moment to appreciate the sight before him. “You’re a goddess, Y/n.”

You spoke without thinking. “Mountain said that too…”

He leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, silencing you and stealing your breath once more. He pulled away, but only by a few inches. His breath heavy against your lips. “Don’t think of him, baby. You’re mine for the night, aren’t you Y/n?”

You nodded. “Yours Swiss, I’m yours.” You practically whimpered as he kissed down to your collarbone, then to your breasts. He groped them both gently, kissing through the bra and leaving marks on the exposed curve of them. His hands slid down your stomach, nice and slow until they brushed the panties covering your pubic mound.

Swiss locked eyes with you as he carefully pulled the fabric down your legs, making you feel every brush of it against your skin. When it was fully removed from you, he lifted it to his nose, inhaling deeply. He growled, reaching a hand down to clutch your thigh as he tucked the panties into his back pocket. “You smell too good babygirl, all wet just for me. You’re gonna let me taste you, Y/n?”

“Please,” you begged, your fingers curling against the smooth marble in a vain attempt at grounding yourself. “Please daddy, I want you.”

Swiss’s grin was wolfish as he sank to his knees. “Who am I to deny my girl what she wants?” With that, he pushed your thighs apart and licked a broad stripe up your entrance, making both of you moan.

Despite his seeming hunger, he took his time. Sucking gently at your clit, slipping his tongue inside of you, licking in languid circles. You reached down to grasp his hair, but he instead took your hand in one of his, pinning it back to the altar below you as the other penetrated you, two fingers moving in and out slowly. You arched your back as your head gently thunked against the altar. You felt dizzy but in the best way possible. That sweet pressure was building slowly in your gut. So maddeningly slow, you thought you would lose your mind. It didn’t help that every so often, Swiss would groan or growl against you, the pleasure rocketing up your spine; you felt so close in those moments, but he would take you down every time, sucking on your labia teasingly as he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

“Please,” you gasped, “Swiss, daddy, please, I’m–” you nearly sobbed as he pulled away, licking his lips to savor the taste of you. He hushed you, kissing your shaking body up until his lips met yours. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue, the sensation near overwhelming in your current state.

“Shhh don’t cry baby. Daddy just wants you to cum on his cock, you can do that for daddy, can’t you babygirl?” You whined wordlessly, lifting your hips from the altar. Swiss growled, pushing your hips back down to the altar. “Words, baby.”

“Yes daddy,” you cried, “I need you, please!”

Swiss chuckled, which turned to a breathy moan as he palmed himself through his jeans. He quickly unzipped them, his hard cock springing free—he wasn’t wearing any underwear, that freaky ghoul. You practically moaned at the sight of it.

It was maybe an inch or two shorter than Mountain’s, but it was thicker, and Mountain was thick. You licked your lips, sluggishly lifting yourself up from the altar, only one thing on your mind. Swiss hushed you again, easing you back down to your lying position despite your protests. “I know, I know babygirl. You can taste me back at the Den, I promise. Right now, daddy wants to have your sweet pussy,” he moved your legs over his shoulders, brushing the tip of his needy cock against your aching hole. “Can he have you, baby?”

You reached up to cup his face in your hands, and he melted at the contact. “Please Swiss,” you whispered, “take me, I’m yours.”

Swiss took your hands in his, kissing each finger before climbing on to the altar. He took your wrists in one hand to pin them above your head while the other hand guided his cock into your core. Each inch was sweet torture as he moved the other hand to take your hand, your fingers entwining as he bottomed out. You whimpered wordlessly, Swiss cursed under his breath as he pressed his forehead against yours. You both moaned at his first thrust, experimental in nature.

He only picked up his pace slightly, his thrusts hard and deep. He took his time, kissing every inch of skin he could reach. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear. You felt the passion in each thrust, and it was driving you mad.

“Swiss, oh fuck, Swiss,” you cried for him, your nails digging into the spaces between his knuckles.

He moaned in response, grinding his hips into you as he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing more of your whimpers. “So sweet for me,” he whispered against your lips once you parted, “you’re so fucking wet, so fucking tight. How are you so damn tight after—”

You pushed your lips against his, making him groan deeply. “Hey, don’t think about him, remember? Just us Swiss, just us.” you reminded him, voice breathy. Swiss growled, nuzzling into your neck, sucking and biting at the skin there to leave more marks.

“That’s right babygirl, you’re mine tonight. Wanna hear you say it with that sweet voice of yours. Sing for me Y/n, who do you belong to?” He grunted, feeling your pussy pulse around him.

“Yours, oh fuck, Swiss, daddy, I’m yours,” you gasped, the chord in your center growing taught. So close.

“Good girl, that’s right, you’re daddy’s girl baby,” Swiss panted as he regretfully pulled one hand from yours, moving it down to rub slow circles on your clit. “You’re so fucking beautiful, my personal goddess. Shit, can you cum for me? Can you cum on daddy’s cock? Please baby?”

You cried out, loud and melodic. It echoed between the chapel walls, but you couldn’t care less as your entire body was consumed by pleasure. Your limbs shook violently, a bright white light overtaking your vision. You heard Swiss moan loudly and something wet soaking your thighs.

When you returned to consciousness, you felt Swiss gently rub his cock between your folds. It was still hard, yet leaking precum. You looked down, and despite your hazy vision, you could see his pants and the lower part of his shirt was soaked. Your eyes widened in horrific realization. Swiss’s lips were on yours before you could stumble out an apology, a low growl coming from his throat.

“You’re fucking divine,” he rumbled, his hips snapping against yours a bit harder than before, chasing his own high. “Fucking squirting on my cock, blessing me with you, unholy shit Y/n. You’re so fucking perfect, perfect and all mine. All ours. Shit, Dew’ll go crazy over this pussy, Phantom too. Fuck, the girls will eat you alive. Rain’s gonna have you losing your mind babygirl. Aether’s gonna take you apart over and over again. I can’t wait to hear it all Y/n, see it for myself.”

His rambling made your head spin, the thought of them all having their way with you far too overwhelming. It seemed to make Swiss feel the same, his thrusts growing sloppy. “Can daddy cum in you babygirl? Shit, want daddy to fill you up?”

“Please,” you gasped, “please daddy, fill me up. Need you—”

Your words were cut off by another growling kiss as Swiss came, hips jerking weakly as you drained him for all he was worth.

He rested his forehead against yours, horns nudging against you as both of you caught your breaths. You whimpered as his softening cock slipped out of you, some of his spend leaking out and anointing the altar beneath you.

“Shit,” you whispered, “I’m gonna have to sanitize this.”

Swiss barked out a laugh as he set down your legs and slid off of the altar. “Do you think you can even walk, babygirl?”

You shifted your legs carefully. Your entire body, quite frankly, felt like jello. When you took each movement carefully, but when you tried to stand, your legs trembled like you were a baby deer. You looked at Swiss with a faux annoyed expression. “Now look what you’ve done, I still have to clean the rest of those pews.” You gestured out to the rest of the chapel, leaning up against the thoroughly defiled altar for support.

“Another sibling comes in after you today, right? They can take care of it,” Swiss shrugged as he tucked his cock back into his pants, then grabbed your habit and veil from where he tossed them to.

You allowed him to help you dress, the intimacy of the moment sending butterflies up your stomach. Those three words weighed heavy on your chest.

“What do you mean?” you asked softly, “I can’t just not finish cleaning. Besides, I have to do something about the altar…”

“Don’t worry about it babygirl,” Swiss interrupted, giving your lips a chaste kiss before strutting down the stairs that lead to the altar, jogging to where your cleaning cart was. He grabbed the sanitizing spray and some paper towels from it, looking back at you to flash you one of his brilliant smiles.

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as he jogged back up to you. You tried to grab the supplies from his hands but he moved them out of your reach. You pouted playfully. “C’mon Swiss, it’s my job.”

“Let me take care of this for you Y/n,” he said, spraying the disinfectant on the marble surface. He let it sit for a few minutes. “I want to take care of you today, treat you like you deserve.”

You shook your head. “I think you did enough of that already, darling,” the pet name slipped past your lips without your brain’s permission. You felt your cheeks heat up, but the nerves already building in your chest were assuaged by the happy look on Swiss’s face. He cupped your cheek with one hand, and you melted into his touch.

“I had more in mind than just that, love,” he said softly. He turned his focus back to cleaning the altar, scrubbing the surface with the paper towel with the same care that you would. “Besides, I promised I’d let you taste me later. Can’t leave my girl wanting any.”

You smiled, your blush intensifying. This all still felt too good to be true. What did you do to deserve this? To deserve them?

You couldn’t dwell on those thoughts much longer. Swiss, satisfied with his work, scooped you up into a bridal carry to pull you out of your mind. You squealed, laughing and hitting his chest playfully as he carried you out of the chapel, having mind to throw the sanitizer back on the cart and chucking the paper towels into the nearest trash bin

“Sister is going to be so mad when she finds out I left early,” you said as you rested your head against his chest.

“If she gives you grief about it, just tell her the ghouls needed you for something,” Swiss replied, giving the top of your head a kiss, “We’ll make sure you don’t get in any trouble.”

“You better,” you threaten lightly, “There’s no way I’m spending my Sunday cleaning the ritual room after Black Mass. I’d need a Hazmat suit to go in there.”

Swiss laughed, holding you close to him as he carried you back to the den.

#reposting this for reasons.#the band ghost #swiss x reader #swiss ghoul x reader #swiss ghoul #the band ghost fanfiction #swiss army ghoul

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callto-themuse · 2 months ago

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Hehe I really like this re-theme I kinda cooked ngl

#blair.exe speaks

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callto-themuse · 2 months ago

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The fact that the ghost fandom can be so toxic that it might’ve threatened a ghoul so much as to be forced to leave the band is horrible. The record label wouldn’t fire him as there’s no probable cause. Tobias was sad he wasn’t there, and man, I’m hoping Swiss only needed the night off. The fact that fans have made so many death threats is insane. If anything happens to anyone in ghost, especially Swiss. Just know that it’s YOUR fault. If he harms himself or takes his own life, REMEMBER WHO TOLD HIM TOO. Even if he was guilty, this kind of reaction is inappropriate and immature. I know damn well Tobias forge is upset over it AND his fans.

Ghost twitter has always been a hell hole. It’s full of chronically online mentally ill fucks who don’t give a shit over human life. It’s disgusting and dismantling. We’re supposed to be good people. You would think such a mature guy (Tobias) would have mature fans. But some of you are the most childish mother fuckers ever. GROW UP.

Saying my peace, get a life

#this. all this.#if he doesn’t come back for the us leg and he’s gone for good i will have some choice words for those people in the fandom #>reposting this to writeblr to make my stance known #swiss ghoul #the band ghost #jutty taylor #fuck ghost twitter

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callto-themuse · 2 months ago

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contemplating writing a Swiss fic to just put all my feelings out there because fuck I’m so pissed at how the toxic side of the fan base has treated him

#blair.exe speaks #I don’t have time for that realistically bc of final essay #but god do I want to #swiss ghoul

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callto-themuse · 2 months ago

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wishing I could freeze time so fanfic writers could write all of their slow-burn enemies to lovers and gay porn and fix-it fics and all of their WIPs and prompts without having to worry about life and other responsibilities

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callto-themuse · 2 months ago

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Powerwolf Masterlist

Here's my masterlist for all my Powerwolf fanfiction! I hope you all enjoy!

🔥= Smut ✨= Fluff 🌧️ = Angst

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Attila Dorn

Under the Pale Moonlight✨🔥

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Falk Maria Schlegel

None yet!

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Matthew Greywolf

Reward for the Devout COMING SOON

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Charles Greywolf

None yet!

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Roel Van Helden

None yet!

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More works coming soon!

#blair.exe writes #powerwolf #powerwolf fanfiction #attila dorn #falk maria schlegel #matthew greywolf #charles greywolf #roel van helden

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Under the Pale Moonlight

My first work for the Powerwolf fandom!! This really came out of nowhere, considering I'm deeply obsessed with Matthew and Falk. But I noticed a distinct lack of Attila fics on the x reader side, and decided to fill that void myself! I hope I did his character (and all the others) justice here, as I'm really just flying by the seat of my pants and truthfully just going off vibes😅 I'd also love to extend my gratitude to @ghost-in-the-hall for introducing me to Powerwolf through her fics "The Anointing" and "The Confessional." They were really life-changing genuinely.

I hope you all enjoy!

Pairing(s): Attila Dorn/Fem!Reader, Original Female Character(s) & Fem!Reader, Falk Maria Schlegel/Original Female Character, Charles Greywolf/Original Female Character (brief, more mentioned than shown), Attila Dorn & Falk Maria Schlegel, Attila Dorn & Matthew Greywolf, Matthew Greywolf & Charles Greywolf & Falk Maria Schlegel & Roel Van Helden & Original Female Character(s) (at the very, very end)

Tags: My First Work in This Fandom(!), Age Gap (Attila is in his late 40s, Reader is in her early/mid 20s), Attila is a Hopeless Romantic, Light angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Literally Tooth-Rotting Fluff guys, Idiots in Love, Original Characters present, Friends being supportive (but also being tired of your BS), Christian/Catholic Symbolism + Imagery, Ballroom Dancing, The DWTD MV has a chokehold on me, this fluff is so corny but it made me giggle and kick my feet while i wrote it, Attila is a Gentleman, Picnics, Food, Wine, Alcohol Consumption, (but no one gets drunk), Love Confessions, Smut, Semi-Public Sex, Clothed Sex, Oral Sex (F Receiving), Hickies, Soft Dom!Attila, Soft Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Google translated German (I know some things from Duolingo but not everything obv)

Word Count: 10,700 (I may have gotten a bit obsessed with this and took it too far lol)

Ao3 Link

Powerwolf Masterlist

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Attila Dorn is untouchable. At least, that’s how he feels. As head of the church, he is revered and respected by his flock, but he knew most were intimidated by him. They adored him, but kept him at a distance. When he takes a sister or brother to his bed, they leave after the deed is done. They want to earn his attention, yet do not want to keep it for long. All they want is to receive his sacrament so they get to say “Father Attila bedded me.” A kind of bragging right.

He is tired of it.

He wants to be truly loved the way the others were. How Roel and Matthew had siblings fawning over them after every service, every performance. Who hung around and stayed long after the deed was done. How Falk and Charles had sweet engels that loved them endlessly. Attila needs someone to love and to be truly loved more than he needs to breathe air.

All that unnecessary air left his lungs the first time he laid eyes on you. In that moment, Attila was certain you were an angel, brought upon this earth to show him what true divinity looked like. Your figure should be memorialized upon his church’s walls. He would replace the image of The Madonna with yours, as sacrilegious as it would be. A beautiful creature as yourself deserved to be worshiped. If he wasn’t so starstruck by you during that fateful meeting, he would have gotten on his knees himself to do just that.

And how sweet you are, so kind and diligent. Taking to your duties in the church with such grace. Your kindness knew no limits. You would stop whatever you were doing to help a sibling in need. Carrying books, weeding the garden, setting out plates, and so much more. You always went above and beyond and it just made Attila admire you more. Fall for you more.

How could Attila not fall for you? Your kindness extended even to him. Looking him in the eye as you greeted him with a lovely smile and pink cheeks. He treasures every fleeting moment with you, every word spoken and glance given. He dedicates himself to seeing you at least once a day, the sight of you almost an addiction. Attila doesn’t want to come off the wrong way, and there were days that he feared he was, but even at times he wasn’t seeking you out he found you. Sweeping the halls. Reading a book. Chatting with some initiates. Whispering prayers in the chapel. He likes to imagine that you were seeking him out too. Or perhaps there was a little red string pulling the two of you together.

But that’s just his lovesickness speaking, he thinks. No, realistically, he was too old for you. There was no world where you would feel nothing but lust for him. If even that. His mind tries to keep him realistic, but his heart keeps him foolish.

Like now, as Attila makes his way through the abbey halls with a certain pep to his step. On Tuesdays and Thursdays you worked at the library, dutifully shelving books as if they never left their home. It’s one of his favorite places to find you, the winding shelves and low lighting an intimate atmosphere that, to him, made you look just heavenly.

He sees you once he crossed the doors into the massive room. You were behind the desk, standing, hunched over as you stared at the ancient iMac with rapt concentration.

Concentration that broke mere seconds after he entered the room. When you looked up, your lips spread into that beautiful smile he adored. “Good Afternoon Father! I was wondering when you were going to come by!” You greet him, your sweet voice that of a dove’s call. He had to fight to not visibly swoon.

“Good afternoon Schwester,” Attila greeted you warmly, a heat rising to his face. He was never more grateful for his dark ritual paints. “Am I really that predictable to you?”

You giggled. Oh, that sound wrought butterflies upon his chest. “Maybe a little, Father. But I do enjoy a consistent routine.” You leaned on the desk, resting your chin in your hands and giving him a look Attila foolishly mistook for admiration.

“I’m honored to be a part of that routine, Mein Schatz,” Attila replied, leaning himself on the other side of the desk, trying to hide the lovesick look in his eyes as he gazed down at you. He looked up to try to snap himself out of it, and recognized that you were the only one in the room. “Where’s Sister Leah?” he asked, and this was quite possibly the first time he has ever been in the library without the Head Librarian present.

You sighed. “Unfortunately, she’s feeling rather under the weather today. The start of pollen season hit her full force. I had to give her a box of my own Claritin, poor woman,” you clicked your tongue. “So, it leaves me all alone today.”

Attila frowns. “That’s a shame,” he says, though, truth be told, he feels giddy at the thought of sharing a modicum of alone time with you.

You nod, but then you smile at him and that frown fades away immediately. “I’m glad you could join me today, Father,” your tone soft, fond almost. “I was worried I would be without pleasant company all day.”

Attila thought his paints would crumble from his face from the sheer force of his grin. “I’m always glad to share my time with you, Taube.”

“Thank you, Father,” your eyes flick down to the desk for a moment before looking back up at him. A soft smile on your lips. “Is there anything I can help you with today? While you’re here and all.”

“Well, aside from seeing my favorite Sister,” Attila starts, giving you a flirtatious wink. He nearly laughed at how bright your cheeks grew at his words. Oh, how precious you were. “I was hoping you could help me find a book,” he reaches into one of the pockets of his cassock to reveal a small piece of paper. “Matthew is running this year’s Equinox Mass, and he requested I get this book for him while he writes his sermon.”

He hands you the piece of paper, relishing in how your fingers brush against one another for a fleeting moment. You unfold it and read the title, giving a thoughtful hum. “I think I know just where this is,” you round the corner of the desk and push open the small door that acts as a barrier.

You were wearing one of your more modest length habits, the skirt grazing your ankles. It was not modest, however, in the manner that it hugged your curves. It accentuated your form perfectly, and Attila had to fight the strong urge to pull you to him and ravish you.

“Come on Father,” your voice broke him from his trance. Again, he was grateful for the dark paints on his face. “The funniest thing happened last night, and even though I promised Brother Elias I wouldn’t tell a soul, I have to share this with you.” You were already giggling, eyes squinted and head shaking back and forth at the thought of the events you were about to divulge.

Attila couldn’t help but grin as you both started walking to your destination. “Oh? I’m all ears, Schwester. It must be good to have you this hysterical already.” You could only nod in confirmation, trying to steady yourself so you could tell the tale. Attila couldn’t mask the loving look he was giving you even if he tried.

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You smiled softly to yourself as you watched Attila leave the library, a large tome of ancient hymnals in hand. You nearly fell over trying to remove it from the shelf, the book much heavier than you anticipated.

Attila was able to steady you, however. His large hands cradling your waist with a delicate strength that nearly made you fall to your knees anyway. He smiled at you with a look you mistook for fondness while saying things you mistook for flirts.

God above, you were weak for him. Have been since you met nearly two years ago now, when you first took your vows. He was so kind to you, and you considered him one of your closest friends in the Abbey. Even if you had feelings for him that went beyond friendship.

Attila was the most handsome man you had ever seen. He held himself with such regality and grace, both in the pulpit and on the stage. His voice commanding and entrancing. His ritual paints contoured his face perfectly, accentuating his features in the most jaw-dropping way. To you, he was the embodiment of the divine. You wanted to worship him, as sacrilegious as it sounds.

You are utterly lovesick for him.

But there was no way he would ever feel the same. He is the leader of the church. He could have any sibling he desired, and there were far more beautiful people in the Abbey than you. Attila was friendly with you, always stopping whatever he was doing to have a conversation, no matter how brief. What your heart wants to be flirtatious quips more likely friendly jests. You are friends and nothing more, your brain always reasoned.

But your heart kept you foolish.

You could still feel his hands on your waist as you processed the returned books, checking off boxes and stacking books on the rickety steel cart. You try to center your thoughts as you shelve the books, checking their ISBNs and finding their exact home. But still, thoughts of Attila distracted you. Of his large hands. His handsome face. His deep voice.

You heard a familiar voice call your name. Shocking you from those thoughts. You peak out from behind a shelf to see Sister Delilah looking around for you.

“Hey Lilah!” You greeted, waving when her head turned to the direction of your voice. She walks over to you, exchanging hugs the moment she reaches you. “What are you doing here? On an errand for Falk?” You grin. She smiles softly back, a little blush rising on her cheeks.

“Maybe,” she says teasingly. She tucks a piece of stray hair back underneath her veil. “Did Attila make his appearance yet?”

You scrunch your brows. “How did you know?”

She chuckles, shrugging. “What can I say? We know your routine.”

You force out an embarrassed chuckle. “Yeah, he did.” You felt your cheeks warm. You could practically imagine her eyebrow waggle that she always does when Attila comes up in conversation.

“So, what did you talk about?” She asks, folding her hands behind her back.

“Well, I told him about Elias tripping over air and face planting on the ground last night. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him laugh so hard.” The two of you burst out into laughter, to the point where you had to rest your palms on your knees.

“Yeah, I told Falk about that too,” Delilah said as soon as she could breathe again. “He thought it was hilarious.”

“Because it is,” you grin. “He came in to get a book for Father Matthew, a collection of ancient hymnals for the Equinox service on Friday.” You paused, biting your lip. “I uh, almost fell over. The book was on the shelf above my head and it was insanely heavy.” Delilah watched you with bated breath, eager to hear the rest. “He… caught me. God, I was so embarrassed, but he smiled and chuckled and…” You trail off, taking a deep breath. Your voice trembles. “He said ‘Be careful Meine Taube, you can’t fall for me that easily…”

Delilah squealed. You cover your burning face with your hands. “That is the cutest thing! Come on girl, you have to recognize that he’s into you.” She grabbed your shoulders, shaking you harshly.

“But what if he’s just joking,” you say into your hands. “I don’t want to fuck things up.”

Delilah pulls your hands from your face. Speaking your name with a certain seriousness. “You will not, I’m certain of it. Do you see Attila talk to the other siblings the way he talks to you?”

You thought about it for a moment. Attila treats all the siblings within the abbey with respect. They were all a bit short with him, afraid of him to an extent. In response, he typically held that degree of separation one would have between a leader and those under them. But you always spoke so freely with him. Always looked him in the eye, at least until your nervousness got the better of you. The others would avert their gaze, fidget and cringe under his. The two of you spoke with an ease that allowed him to relax.

“Well, that’s just because we’re good friends,” you say defensively. “Everyone else talks to him like they're walking on eggshells.”

Delilah throws up her hands. “You are a pain in my ass, you know that?”

You laugh. “You love it though.”

She grins at you. “I do.” She gives your shoulder a pat. “I have to go, we’re still on for movie night, right?”

“Of course!” You scrunch your brows. “Wait, what did you come in here for?”

Delilah gives you an absolutely devious smirk. “I already got what I needed. See you later, hun.” She gives you a wave and saunters to the exit.

You watch her leave. Utterly dumbfounded.

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When Attila enters Matthew’s office, he is greeted by the smell of strong coffee and frankincense. Falk was sitting in a chair on the other side of Matthew’s desk, the two men deep in conversation. They turn when Attila stepped into the space, sharing welcoming smiles.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Matthew teased. “Did you have a good conversation with your sweetheart?”

Attila huffed and set down the heavy book onto the desk. He noticed a third cup and saucer set out for him. He picked up the cup. “Of course.” He said, short and to the point.

“Did you ask her on a date?” Falk chimes in with a smirk. Attila groaned.

“Will you stop asking? No, I didn’t.” He walks over to Matthew’s coffee machine and helps himself. Filling the cup up to the brim. He takes a sip. He nearly spit it out at the annoyed looks the two men were giving him.

“When are you finally going to make a move, Attila?” Falk questions, setting down his cup onto his saucer. “This is getting ridiculous.”

“I agree,” Matthew nods. He gives Attila a poignant look. “She clearly likes you. Why do you hesitate? It’s not like you.”

Attila runs a hand through his hair. “This isn’t just lust, Matthew,” he sighs. “I’m afraid that she views me only as a friend. If I take that step, and she rejects me, I don’t know if my heart can take it. I don’t want to lose her as a friend either…”

Falk turns to face him. “Do you remember how long it took me to confess to Delilah?” He asks, his tone soft.

Attila smirks. “Six months,” he replied.

Falk nods. “Yes, six months. I had many of the same fears that you have. But you know how it turned out?”

Attila smiles softly. “Of course, you two are the cutest couple in the Abbey.”

Matthew chuckles. “Charles and Kalista would beg to differ.”

The three men laugh, taking sips of their coffee and settling into their chairs.

“What I’m saying, Attila,” Falk resumed his thought after he took his sip. “You need to take that chance. I know you can woo her. I’m almost certain that you already have. You can’t keep hesitating or there could be a real chance you could actually lose her.”

Attila nods. He looks down at his cup, watching the coffee swirl. He hates the thought of losing you in any capacity.

“You know Attila,” Matthew says. He opens the book of hymnals. “You could ask her to be your date to the Equinox Ball.”

Attila looks up. Matthew is sharing a grin with Falk. The two men then turn to look at him. Attila smiles to himself. “Perhaps I will,” he replies. He is already thinking of how he could do it too, borderline daydreaming of all the possibilities.

“Mein Gott, just go,” Matthew groans. He rubs his temples as Falk laughs. Once more, Attila is grateful for his dark paints.

“We have everything covered here Attila,” Falk says once his laughter dies down. “Go woo your woman, mein Freund.” Falk nudges his shoulder, a teasing grin on his lips.

“Alright, Alright, I’ll go.” Attila tries to act annoyed, but he couldn’t suppress the giddy smile on his lips. His heart skips a beat as he leaves Matthew’s office.

Now, he just needs to figure out how to ask you.

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Not even five minutes later, the door to Matthew’s office opens once more. Delilah slips inside, not wanting to disturb the two men deep in discussion before her.

Falk looks up from the book, a sweet smile on his lips. “Any luck on your end, Meine Liebe?”

Delilah sighs heavily, flopping in the open chair in front of Matthew’s desk. Her veil pushed farther up her head by the action. “She’s impossible,” she groans.

Both men laugh at that. Falk walks over to give her a sweet kiss on her forehead. He picks up a clean mug to pour her some coffee and fix it to her liking. “Still insistent on the friend-zone, hm?” he asked her.

She huffs. “I tried to talk some sense into her, but it just won’t get through. I’ve never met someone as stubborn as her.”

Matthew chuckles. “Well, Falk might have just talked his way into ending our suffering.”

Delilah’s head shot up, looking between Matthew and Falk with wide eyes. “You’re kidding.”

“He’s on his way to ask her to the Equinox ball as we speak, per Matthew’s suggestion.” Falk said with a certain smugness as he walks back over to the desk, handing her the coffee and planting a chaste kiss on her lips. Delilah hums happily. The two parted and Falk moved back over to where he stood with Matthew. Looking over the manuscript.

“So it looks like you’ll be the one winning.” she said, eyes narrowing on her lover. She takes a sip of coffee before speaking again. “Roel and Charles are going to be so pissed.”

“I think they should be happy,” Falk said with mock offense. “We won’t have to deal with their nonsense anymore.”

“Yes, but we’ll all owe you twenty dollars. And then they’ll just become as obnoxious as you two are,” Matthew commented absently.

He looked up to see Falk and Delilah glaring at him.

The three burst out laughing.

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You hum to yourself as you make your way back to the Sister’s dormitories, eager to take a brief nap before setting things up for movie night. It’s been strange since Delilah moved out to live with Falk, though you do rather enjoy the solitude granted by the lack of a roommate.

Already imagining the sweet embrace of your blankets, you almost didn’t notice the rose pinned to your door.

You tilt your head, the gears of your mind already turning. Trying to imagine who could have left this for you. The rose looked like it was freshly cut from the garden, petals a deep red. There was a piece of paper wrapped around its stem, just below the pin holding it in place. Your heart immediately shot to the idea that Attila left it for you, and for once, your brain let you consider the possibility.

You carefully removed the flower from the door, cautious not to damage the plant nor the letter. You entered your room, shutting the door gently and resting against it. You clutched the rose to your chest, your heart and mind racing a thousand miles a minute. Looking down at it, a swell of anxiety bubbled in your gut. What if it wasn’t from Attila, but instead some secret admirer?

You set the rose and its letter onto your nightstand. You’ll wait until Delilah arrives, you decide. Now too anxious to nap, you start tidying up, getting your things together for your company.

When the time finally comes and Delilah knocks on your door, you answer immediately. She jumps. “Well, someone’s excited,” she chuckles. She walks past you to make herself at home. She’s wearing what you assume is one of Falk’s band t-shirts and a pair of jeggings. Her black hair tied up in a loose bun.

“Yeah,” you reply, a tad breathless. “I, uh, got something.”

She gives you a quizzical look from her seat on the bed-turned-couch. “What?”

You walk over to your nightstand and pick up the rose and letter. Delilah’s eyes nearly pop out of her head. She gets on her knees on the couch, grasping on the back cushions. “Who’s it from?” she asks excitedly.

“I have no idea,” you admit. You sit down on the couch with an anxious sigh. “I was too nervous to open the letter, I thought I’d wait for you to get here.”

“Oh how exciting! Good decision” she says, swiveling to face you. “Such a shame that Kali ditched us for date night. She’s missing the good tea.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “We’ll just tell her tomorrow, if Charles doesn’t make her bed-bound tonight.” Delilah snorts at the comment.

“Well, come on,” she motions to the letter. “Open it.”

You gulp, your hands tremble a bit as you pull the paper from the stem. It unfurls beautifully. You hold it open to read it. Your heart feels like it will beat out of your chest.

Meine Taube,

I hope you are having a lovely evening. I write this to you because I have a grave question to ask, but I am, truthfully, rather nervous to ask you in person. I hope the rose acts as an apology for my cowardice.

I would like to ask you to be my date to the Equinox ball on Friday evening. It would be my complete honor to be at your side and dance to our hearts content, Mein liebstes Mädchen.

Please feel free to visit my office at any time tomorrow. You know I am always available for you.

Sincerely Yours,

Attila

You heard Delilah call your name. “Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re about to cry, hun.”

You try to say something, but all the words die in your throat. You felt like you were going to scream, jump out of your skin, and faint all at once. Instead of trying again, you just hand her the letter.

You grab one of your couch pillows to cover your blushing face and let out that pent-up scream. You peek one eye out from the pillow to watch Delilah as she reads it, her eyes growing wider and lips splitting into a grin.

She squeals your name. “Girl, what did I tell you! What did I tell you! Oh my god, girl!” She tears the pillow from your face and pulls you into the tightest bearhug possible. You hug her back just as tight, laughing as some tears leave your eyes. She pulls back and wipes the tears from your cheeks with her thumbs. “You’re telling him yes, right?”

“Of course!” you practically scream. “Oh my god, he actually… he wants to dance with me.”

“Mein liebstes Mädchen,” Delilah coos in her Mock-Attila-Impression. “Oh hun, he’s down bad for you.”

“I don’t want to get my hopes up,” you whisper hesitantly, “but… he actually…”

“I swear to God,” Delilah groans. She holds your face in her hands, forcing you to look at her. “When are you going to accept that he likes you? He literally just asked you out to one of the most lavish events in the church calendar. He asked you. Out of every single person in the abbey, he wants you on his arm. He wants to dance with you. He literally called you ‘his dearest girl.’ Are you blind or just willfully ignorant?”

Your face flushes. “I just don’t want to get hurt again. I’ve told you about my past…”

Delilah releases your face and instead takes your hands. She whispers your name. “Please, just trust me on this. You remember how I was when Falk and I were skirting around each other, right?” You nod. “You and Attila are doing the same exact lovesick thing, you have been for almost two years now. It’s obvious to everyone with eyes that you like each other, and it’s getting ridiculous that neither of you have made a move until this very moment,” she lifts the letter up in her hand. “You like him. He likes you. Don’t hesitate and don’t question it anymore. Don’t be nervous either. Just enjoy being close to him, and if things develop further now, take that leap.”

You swallow, looking down at your entwined hands. “I want to, but I’m scared,” you said, your voice small.

“Love can be scary,” Delilah agrees, “You just have to put yourself out there. You know how Attila is, he’s a sweetheart under that big gruff exterior.”

You smile. “Yeah, he is,” you agree.

“So do you think he would willingly do anything to hurt you?” she asks with a raised brow.

“No,” you say without skipping a beat. “No, I don’t think so.”

Delilah smiles at you. “I don’t think so either. And if he did, The boys, Kali and I would kick him for you.” You laugh loudly at that, shaking your head at the thought.

“See, there you are,” she teases, poking your cheek. “C’mon, let’s forget about boy stuff and focus on us. What are we feeling tonight? Romcom?”

You smirk. “Romcom. I’ll start the popcorn.” Delilah gives you a high five. As you open the box of microwave cinema popcorn and Delilah lists off the movies in your vast DVD collection, you begin eagerly counting down the minutes until you get to see Attila again.

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Attila couldn’t remember another time in his life when he was this anxious. Maybe right before his ascension? But that couldn’t possibly hold a candle to what he was feeling right now. He had to drink his strongest lavender tea just to fall asleep last night. He hasn’t even had a cup of coffee yet because he knew it wouldn’t help his jitters in the slightest. He was doing everything in his power to stay in his seat and not pace around his office like a crazy person.

He couldn’t have thought of another way of going about it. He could have gone back to you at work and asked you point blank, but that wasn’t enough. He could have waited until today to serenade you and win you over that way, but that was probably too much, and he didn’t get those words out then he wouldn’t have had the courage by morning. So, taking a rose out of a fresh bouquet from the garden and writing a letter on his best paper seemed like the ideal option. The rest of the roses sat in a vase on his desk now, the smell pleasant in his stuffy office.

Attila nearly jumps out of his skin at the sound of someone knocking on his door.

“Come in!” he calls out after taking a moment to regain his composure.

When you step through the doorway, he smiles. You look just lovely this morning. Your habit is a bit shorter than yesterday’s, now ending around your knees. “Good morning, Father. I hope I’m not disturbing you at this early hour.”

“Not at all, Meine Taube. In fact, I was looking forward to seeing you,” Attila says softly. He swallows down his nerves. “I hope you got my note?”

The way your cheeks flush is absolutely adorable. You smile shyly and step forward to the edge of his desk. Attila looks up at you as if you placed the stars in the sky—to him, you did, anyway. He waited on bated breath for you to speak.

“Yes, I did,” your eyes flick down to the desk. Your chest rises and falls rapidly. You’re nervous, he notes, and his features soften even more.

His hands twitch in a moment of hesitation, before he decides to take a leap of faith. Attila reaches out and brushes his hands against yours. You look back at him, your cheeks growing a darker shade as you reciprocate the movement. He takes your hands in his, and you allow him.

“So?” Attila probes gently, not wanting to pressure you, but he needs to ease his own anxieties.

Your smile grows. This time, you maintain eye contact. “I would be honored to go to the ball with you, Attila.”

There it is. You had never said his name before, despite many times telling you that you didn’t have to use his title. It sounds so sweet in your voice. He is desperate to hear you say it again.

Attila takes another leap of faith. He lifts your hands to his lips. He kisses your knuckles, one at a time. He nearly coos at your surprised squeak. “You have just honored me, Schatz. You have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”

You both stay there for a moment, losing yourselves in each other's gazes. He doesn’t know why he fooled himself into thinking you were looking at him with anything other than longing admiration when it was so blatant in your eyes. He hopes you can feel the love he was projecting to you. The lustful side of him wants to stand up and kiss you with all the force of his longing, but his reasonable side reigns him in. No, he will treat you right. A proper date should always come before a night of erotic worship.

The loud resonant chimes of the church bells snapped both of you from your stupor. After a moment of quiet panic, Attila remembers that Roel is leading service this morning. He sighs in relief.

“I guess we should get going, huh?” You joke quietly. You squeeze his hands. Attila chuckles, squeezing yours right back.

“I suppose we should, Taube,” he replies with a smile.

You regretfully let go of each others’ hands, your touches lingering until the last possible moment. Attila gets up and pushes in his chair. He snatches a rose from the vase as he walks up to you.

“For you, Schatz,” Attila, extends the rose to you. You smile brightly and take it from him, inhaling its scent and sighing with delight.

“You’re too good to me,” you say with sincerity. This time, you take the leap of faith and start to slip your hand into his. Attila immediately reciprocates. Your fingers entwine perfectly.

“Oh, you think this is too good?” Attila smirks as he opens the door for you. “Just wait. You are going to be absolutely spoiled, Mein liebstes.”

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You were up before even the first rays of sun were even close to poking past the horizon. You took care in showering, leaving no section of skin unscrubbed nor unmoisturized. You shampooed your hair, rinsed it, and shampooed again. You wanted—no, needed—everything to be perfect. Of course, everyone would be getting up far earlier than usual for the service this morning. But you made sure to wrap up your duties early yesterday so you could hit the sack as soon as possible, just so you wouldn’t be completely grumpy the next day.

You have no space to be, really, as today will most certainly be the best day of your entire life.

You wrap yourself up in your fluffy robe, hair tied up in a drying turban as you walk back into your room. Your ceremonial habit was already laid out on your bed, steamed and ready to be worn. Your focus is drawn to your closet. You push all of your habits to the far side of the closet, centering your dress clothes in your vision. You had a few options to pick from, none that you were particularly satisfied with. The short white dress you wear for May Day is not at all suitable for tonight’s ocassion. The sparkly deep blue gown Kali helped you pick out for Yuletide is also not at all on theme. There was always the sage green dress you grabbed last-minute for the previous Equinox ball, but you really didn’t like it all that much. Besides, you promised one of the newest sisters you would lend it to her for tonight (and you were honestly debating on letting her keep it.) The last dress you have is a deep purple gown that you typically save for the Easter feast, and even though you really didn’t want to wear it, it might be your only option.

You sigh, deciding to handle the dress conundrum later. You did have a lot of time between now and the ball, after all. You return to the bathroom, fully drying your hair and styling it as you do to keep it all under your veil. You walk back out and put on the clothes that you already set out.

Just as you were adjusting your veil, there was a knock at your door.

You open it to see Delilah and Kalista waiting for you. “Good morning girls,” you greet them, gesturing for them to come inside.

“How are you doing this morning? Excited?” Delilah asks, a smirk on her lips.

“Maybe a little,” you reply. You grab the mary janes you save for special services. “Did she tell you yet, Kali?”

“Yes she did,” she says, clapping her hands excitedly. “I’m so, so happy for you! See, we told you he likes you.” You huff at that. Yeah, they weren’t going to let you forget your stupidity. “Can I see the letter? ‘Lilah told me it’s really cute.”

“Of course, it’s on my night table,” you reply. You look up to watch Kalista as she waddles over to it. You bite your lip to suppress the laugh you almost let loose at the sight. You couldn’t wait to tease her about her limp later.

“Trying to figure out what to wear?” Delilah asks, looking through your open closet just as you were earlier.

“Yeah,” you sigh as you finish fastening the buckles on your shoes. “None of them really work, and I did promise last year’s dress to Sister Madeline. I’m debating whether or not to just let her keep it, actually.”

“Well, it’s a good thing we’re going shopping after the service, right Kali?” Delilah turns back to grin at you. Kali looks up from the letter and gives you a nod and a kind smile.

“Dress shopping?” You ask with a raised brow.

Delilah nods. “Falk gave me his card and told me to buy something pretty for all of us,” she smiles softly at that. “So, we’re going to find the most stunning dresses for our men to swoon over.”

“So Falk’s your sugar daddy now? How adorable,” you tease. Delilah’s cheeks grow bright red and she grumbles at you to shut up. You and Kalista laugh, Kalista poking at her cheeks playfully.

You smile, your mind drifting as the two mess around. The thought of Attila being “your” man making you giddy. You didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself despite everything that happened yesterday, but now that your feelings were out in the open your brain allowed you to fantasize without shame.

The resonant tones of the bells broke you from your stupor. You stand, brushing down your habit and fixing your veil.

“C’mon, we gotta get going if we want to get good seats,” Delilah says, grabbing both you and Kalista by the hands and pulling you to the door. “God knows Matthew’s horde of admirers are going to take up the first two rows.”

You all laugh at that. The three of you burst out the door, running down the halls hand-in-hand to the chapel.

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If Attila thought he was anxious yesterday, he was not at all prepared for today. He was ready to rush out of the chapel the moment he sat down in his chair. But no, all of these special services take three hours, with all of their special rituals. He went through all the motions he goes through as the leader before handing off the mass to Matthew, and he thanked God that he was not the one running the show today. With all his anxieties about later, Attila wasn’t sure he would’ve been able to handle it.

Now that he wasn’t expected to do much of anything, it gave Attila a chance to find you in the crowd. You were in the middle section of pews, four rows back and on the left side. You were seated in between Delilah and Kalista, as you typically were. Your eyes dutifully trained on Matthew as he preached, though on occasion he would catch your gaze flick over to him for a moment. He smiles to himself. He makes sure to keep his eyes on you, so that when you look over at him next, you stay looking at him.

His little plan works perfectly. When you glance over at him next, you lock eyes. Attila fought to keep his reaction to your absolutely stunning smile and flushing cheeks to a minimum. You give him a small wave, and he swore his heart could burst from his chest. He gave you a subtle nod in return. You look down bashfully as the congregation kneels and your two friends catch on, sharing a quick grin over your bowed head and nudging you teasingly. Attila had to cough to hide the chuckle that slipped past him at the sight. You truly were the cutest, most beautiful woman he has ever laid eyes on.

During the moment of prayer, Attila begs God to let tonight go just as he planned, and that he would be able to finally make you his.

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You stare at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair and applying a touch of makeup. You didn’t go overboard with it, just some mascara, blush, and lip gloss, but you wanted to make sure you looked as pretty as possible for him.

Butterflies rolled in your stomach as you patted down your dress. You think you picked out a good one, a blush pink gown with a bodice that accentuates your curves and a skirt that flows beautifully. You did feel pretty, and you suppose that’s all that really matters. The dress is a good confidence booster for sure, but you still hoped he liked it.

Now you are just doing everything in your power to not pace your room. You may have gotten ready a smidge too early, but your body wouldn’t really let you do anything else after coming home from burning a little bit of a hole in Falk’s pocket.

You jump at the sound of a knock on your door. Attila said he would come by and walk with you to the Great Hall, but it was still twenty minutes before the event was to start. You wipe down your hands on your skirt before you answer the door.

All the breath leaves your lungs.

Attila looks absolutely stunning. His hair is perfectly slicked back and his beard trimmed. His face was devoid of his ritual paint. You’ve seen him without it before, and every time you did you swooned all the more. Most of all, however, your eyes were drawn to his suit. It’s perfectly tailor-made to his form, accenting his broad shoulders beautifully. Your mind sinfully jumps to the idea of tearing it off of him, but you force the thought from your mind.

When you actually look at Attila’s face properly, you swear you can see similar thoughts running through his mind.

He whispers your name. “You… you look gorgeous, Meine Taube…” he trails off, clearly as enraptured by you as you were by him.

You finally find your voice. “You look stunning as well, Attila,” you reply softly. You step out of the doorway. “Please, come in if you like, I know it’s still a bit early.”

Attila smiles sheepishly and accepts your offer to come inside. “Forgive me, I am…ah, a bit overexcited.”

You giggle. “Don’t apologize, I certainly am too.” You watch as Attila takes in your humble abode, a soft smile on his lips.

He looks back at you, and you want to fall to your knees at the expression he was giving you. Before, your brain would convince you that it wasn’t, but now you force yourself to recognize that he was looking at you with more than just friendly fondness.

“You have a very lovely space, Schatz,” he says as he steps up to you. You feel heat rise to your cheeks as you look up at him.

“Thanks,” is all you can muster as a response. Too flustered to say anything else. Attila notices and a little smirk grows on his face.

His eyes flick to your lips for a moment. His hands twitch at his side in a moment of hesitation. Then, one reaches up, his forefinger tracing your jaw. Your breath hitches at the delicate touch, face heating up even more.

“You truly are beautiful, Mein liebstes Mädchen,” Attila whispers. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

You flush deeper. A shy smile growing on your lips. You fight the urge to crumble under his intense gaze. “And you are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, Attila.” You look him in the eyes, biting your lip as your eyes flick down to his for a moment.

Attila smiles softly. “You honor me, Taube.” He looks at the clock on your wall. “Well, there’s ten minutes until it starts, would you like to get going?”

You nod, starting to move towards the door. “Yes, let's,” you reply.

Attila hurries past you to open your door, bowing with an arm flourish and an “After you, my lady” that makes you laugh loudly. When he shuts the door behind him, he offers his arm to you. You accept, wrapping your arm through his with a happy sigh as you both walk towards the Great Hall.

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The siblings in charge of the party design killed it once again. The entire Great Hall was bedecked in floral arrangements. Fairy lights twinkled overhead and old oil lamps served as primary lighting. The patio leading out to the gardens was decorated as well, flowers lining the walkway and electric torches lighting the way. It looks like most people were here already, some dancing to the soft orchestral music coming from the loudspeakers, some indulging in Hors d'oeuvres and wine.

“Wow,” you whisper, “They really outdid themselves this year.”

“They certainly did,” Attila agrees. He turns to you, “Would you honor me with a dance, Mein Schatz?”

You turn to him with a bright smile etched on your face. “Of course, Attila. I would love to.” You slip your arm out from his. He took your hand and led you out to the dance floor. Butterflies erupt in your chest at the feeling of his hand in yours. You weren’t sure if you would ever get used to the feeling.

Once on the floor, Attila takes your other hand and rests it on his shoulder. You shiver when his large, warm hand cups your waist. He smiles softly, and the two of you start to sway to the gentle tune that is playing. You smile back, fighting the urge to look down as your cheeks flush. The way he looks in this low, almost romantic lighting is absolutely divine. You felt as though his eyes looked into your very soul and, judging by his expression, was admiring at what he saw. You too were losing yourself in his gaze, far too enraptured by his presence to think of anyone but him.

“You look a little lost, Taube,” Attila teases with a smirk. You zone back in, blushing even harder than before. “How can I keep your attention, hm?” He spins you, and you giggle.

“Forgive me, Father, I was busy admiring someone truly divine,” you tease back. Your smile grows as you notice the slight blush on his cheeks.

“That’s a little heretical, don’t you think?” he hums, gently pulling you closer to him. You slide your hand down from his shoulder to rest on his chest.

“Perhaps, but I’m willing to take the risk,” you giggle. He chuckles, letting go of your hand to have his arms wrap around your waist. You let your other hand mirror the first.

The two of you sway in place. Your faces grow closer and closer by the moment. “I know I would be willing to sacrifice my place in heaven to worship the goddess before me,” Attila whispers. Your lips brush, his eyes flickering down to your lips.

Your heart feels as though it would leap up your throat. You try to swallow it down to speak. “You shouldn’t say things like that,” you giggle, finally giving in to your impulse to look down.

Attila removes an arm from your waist to take your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him. “Why can’t I speak the truth, Mein Herz?” he asks softly, “You are a woman I would fight a million crusades for.”

Your mouth opens to speak, but words don’t come to you. The sincerity of his words halt you in your tracks. Attila smiles and gently strokes your jaw. He whispers your name in question as he cups your cheek..

“Yes?” you whisper back. You notice that the both of you have stopped moving.

“May… may I kiss you?” he asks, his eyes flicking between yours and your lips.

“Please,” you reply. Breathless.

His lips meet yours before you could take another breath. You shut your eyes, little fireworks going off behind your eyelids. Attila’s grip on your waist tightens slightly, trying to pull you as close to him as possible. You sigh happily and slide your hands up to wrap your arms around his neck. He growls deep in his chest, a sound that makes your cheeks flush, and suddenly you are lifted off the ground. You squeak, parting from his lips to laugh as he spins you around.

“Attila!” You gasp, giggling as you cling to him.

“I hope you know, süße Taube, you’ve just made me the happiest man in the church,” Attila says, holding you close to him, your chests touching and foreheads resting on one another.

“Well, if you’re the happiest man, then I must be the happiest woman,” you grin, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. He hums, pressing a kiss to your lips back.

He pulls away from you, taking your hands in his. “Come on, Mein Herz, let’s go outside, hm? I may have a little surprise waiting for us.”

You laugh, raising a brow. “Oh? What is it?” You follow him out the large french doors and out to the gardens.

“Now, it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you,” Attila laughs, squeezing your hands as he guides you down the patio and onto the cobblestone walkways. Your legs tremble as one of your heels gets caught on an uneven segment of brick.

Attila notices right away, steadying you. Without a word, he bends on one knee, taking one of your hands to rest on his shoulder. “Oh, Attila,” you say, a soft smile on your lips. “You don’t have to trouble yourself with—”

“Sush, Meine Taube,” he cuts you off, pinning you with a poignant look. “Let me take care of you.”

You flush as he undoes the buckle and slides the heel off of your foot. He does the same to the other shoe and you can feel the gentle reverence in his movements. He stands, kissing your cheek on the way back up. He holds his arm out for you while he holds your shoes in his other hand. You smile and take his arm, shaking your head. “You really are too good to me, Attila Dorn.”

He chuckles. “And you are too good to me, Mein liebstes Mädchen.” Unable to help himself, he kisses the top of your head. “I have to make sure I’m worthy for you, hm?”

“Attila, you are worthy of me no matter what,” you argue, looking at him seriously. You kiss his cheek. “I just hope I’m worthy enough for—”

He cuts you off with a kiss, stopping you in your tracks and cupping your cheek. “I promise you, you are worthy of me. You are worthy of the highest seat in heaven, beside God himself.” Attila says, tone deadly serious.

“If you insist, Father,” you tease, pressing a short kiss to his lips, “I suppose you would know best.”

You laugh as Attila scoops you up in his arms, your large dress overflowing from his grip as he carries you off the path. “Yes, Schatz, I do know best,” he grins, pressing a series of kisses on your cheek and jaw. “Now, behave and let me take care of you the way you deserve.”

“Yes, Father,” you giggle, resting your head on his shoulder. Attila hums but says nothing as he walks you further through the abbey gardens.

Your head shoots up and you gasp when you see it. There was a massive blanket laid out with a good-sized basket seated in the middle of it.

It took you a second to gather words. “You did all of this for me?” You felt happy tears well in your eyes but you forced them back down.

“I knew it was going to be a beautiful night, so what better way to win you over than to spoil you some.” Attila says with a grin. He sets you down gently on to the blanket, making sure that your dress was laying correctly before moving to grab the basket. He opens it and produces a bottle of vintage Riesling and two crystal wine glasses.

You shake your head again. “You didn’t even need to do anything to win me over, but now you’re just showing off.” Your eyes widen at the massive charcuterie board he produces from the basket. You shake your head in amazement.

“Only the best for you, meine Taube,” Attila says with a wink. He pours some wine in the glasses, handing one of them to you. He smiles softly. “To us?” He lifts the cup up.

“To us,” you affirm, the crystal glasses clinking together pleasantly.

The moon shines bright and full above you both as you curl up into each other. Attila’s arm wrapped around your waist, anchoring you to him as you take turns feeding each other grapes and sipping the wine from your glasses.

You press your head into his shoulder and giggle. “I can’t believe how foolish I was.”

“What do you mean?” Attila asks, his voice deep and soft.

“That I thought you only saw me as a friend,” you answer, “Lilah and Kali constantly screamed at me that you liked me, but I just couldn’t believe someone as perfect as you could love me.” The alcohol loosened your lips, and when you realized what you just said, you froze up.

“The others had to do the same with me,” Attila chuckles. “Falk and Matthew had to convince me to ask you to the ball. I’d been so caught up in the thought that someone as young and as beautiful as you wouldn’t view me in a romantic light. A one-night stand perhaps, but nothing committed.”

You lift your head. You take Attila’s face in your hands and look at him with all the might of your feelings behind your eyes. “Attila, I…” you swallow nervously. His hands wrap around your waist and pull you fully into his lap. “I…I don’t know if I can put into words how much you mean to me. How much I…”

“I love you,” Attila says suddenly. He’s looking up at you like you were his entire world. Little did you know, you were. He whispers your name as if it was the true name of God. “I love you beyond the bounds of heaven. If I were an angel of the Lord, I would have fallen at the first sight of you, mein Herz.”

You couldn’t stop the tears this time. They trickled down your cheeks. Attila swiped them away with his thumbs as his hands cupped your face. “I love you Attila,” you whisper, your voice shaky, “You are my heaven. God, I love you.”

Your lips meet in a duel of fiery passion. It was deep, all the years of pent-up longing unfurled into that kiss. And into the next, and into the next. Attila guides you onto your back as he presses quick kisses down your jaw. He inhales deeply, his teeth lightly grazing where your jaw meets your neck.

“Meine Liebe,” he growls. He picks his head up to look you in the eyes. “Will you let me worship you here? Where anyone could wander by and see me claim what is mine?” His eyes were dark with lust, his gaze devouring.

“I’m yours Attila,” you gasp, “Please, I need you.” You could feel how wet you were, the silk underwear you had also bought today growing damp.

“Mine,” Attila whispers. He kisses you deeply, taking your breath away before moving back to your neck. He bites and sucks on the skin, leaving dark marks that he soothes with his tongue. “You’re my girl, aren’t you? I need to hear you say it, Taube.”

“I’m yours,” you whimper. Your hands curl into the blanket below you and your chest rises and falls quickly. “I’m yours, Attila. All yours.”

He moans softly and kisses your collarbone. His hands squeeze your breasts through your dress, and his chest rumbles with a growl. “I will worship these properly when we go inside, Taube. Right now, I need a taste of your divinity.”

You whimper as he slowly pushes up your skirt, his breath hitching at the sight of your delicate white lingerie set that Delilah convinced you to buy. “Du bist ein Engel, meine Liebe, der nur für mich geschickt wurde,” Attila whispers. He looks up at you, lifting up your skirt more. “Hold this while I worship, Schatz.”

You nod wordlessly, taking the material into your tight grip. He smiles at you, keeping eye contact while he gently kisses down your thigh, playfully tugging at the garters that held up your translucent stockings. You blush, you turn your head away out of embarrassment.

You yelp when he nips at a piece of bare skin, close to your apex. “Be good and keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch as I worship your perfection.”

“Yes Father,” you whisper. Attila smirks at you but says nothing as he slowly pulls down your underwear. He tucked the light piece of fabric in his back pocket and spread your legs wide enough to give him space.

You gasp out a moan when his tongue licks a broad stripe up your center. He groans, squeezing the meat of your thighs as he devours you. Attila knew just what to do, what spots to lick and suck to make you see stars. You lifted one of your hands, still clutching onto your skirt, up to your mouth in an attempt to muffle your pitiful moans and whines. It’s not like he was much better, however. His loud moans and growls were hardly muffled by your folds. A thrill went up your spine at the mere idea of being caught, your face flushing.

You gasp when you feel two thick fingers trace up your slit. Attila pulls back for a moment, letting his fingers tease you. “I have to get you ready for me, meine Taube,”

You whimper as his thumb brushes against your clit, pleasure rocketing up your spine. He slid his first finger in, his mouth wrapping around your clit as he thrust it into you. It’s been a while since anything other than your own fingers was inside you. And Attila’s hit farther than your pitiful fingers could ever reach. He slipped in the second, scissoring them and stretching you out.

“You’re so tight, Schatz,” he murmured against your clit, “I’m not sure I’ll fit…”

“Please,” you gasp. His fingers curl up and hit that perfect spot inside you. “Attila, please.”

“So close already? You’re so good for me, blessing me with your pleasure,” Attila sucked your clit between his lips. “Cum for me.”

On his order, you let go, crying out maybe a bit too loud. He groaned against you, fingers pumping you through it until every last drop of pleasure was rung from you. You sigh when he pulls away, looking up at him with a dazed, adoring expression. You bite your lip as you watch him take his fingers into his mouth, groaning as he cleans himself of you.

When your lips meet again, you moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You wrap your legs around his waist as Attila hurriedly tears his belt off, unfastening his pants just enough to let his hard cock spring free. You took a brief look at it before Attila captured your mouth again. It was thick, curved, and a perfect length. You whimpered when you felt him rut against your wet core, pussy clenching at just the thought of having him inside you. Something that you have dreamed about for so long, finally coming to fruition.

“Forgive me, Mein liebstes Mädchen,” Attila pants, his breath fanning across your face. “I can’t wait any longer, I… I need to be one with you. Please, my love, let me have you.”

“Take me,” you whisper, “I’m yours, Attila, my love. Please, I need you so bad, always have.”

“Always,” he rests his forehead against yours. He whispers your name. “I’m always yours.”

When he starts to slip in, everything around you melted away. This moment was all that there is, and all that there ever will be. Your entire life was leading up to this moment, this alignment with the divine. You both let out obscene moans when he bottomed out, your hips flush to each other. He stayed still for a moment, allowing the both of you to adjust.

Attila moaned your name softly. “Meine Liebe,” his voice was low, near a growl. “You are everything… Lieber Gott, ich habe den Himmel gefunden.” He chokes on his own words, cursing and praying in German as he slowly pulls out before slamming back in.

“Attila,” you moan to him, “Oh, God, love, please.” His fingers entwined with yours, his thrusts deep and slow.

“I’m here,” he coos, “I’ve got you, meine Taube. Just let me take care of you, let me take care of you.”

He chants your name as if it were a ritual incantation, praises to your essence slipped in as Attila loses himself to you. His passion a kind of religious fervor that is contagious, causes you to sing psalms dedicated to your devotion to him.

“Attila,” you cry his name, “I love you, oh I love you. There’s only you, I’m yours. I’m yours, I swear. As-As long as you need me, I’m yours.”

Attila groans. “I always need you, meine geliebte Taube. You are my end and my beginning, there is no one but you.” He kisses you deeply, with all the force of his desire, his need, his love for you. “You are perfect, love, so tight and so good. All mine.”

You nod rapidly, your pussy clenching at his praise, his affections. You could feel the eruption brewing inside you. “Attila, Attila, please,” you beg for him, clinging to his jacket for dear life.

“What is it, Taube? What do you need, meine Liebe?” Attila asks, but you know he knows. He can feel you.

“I’m close,” you whine. “Please, please let me cum.”

“So sweet when you beg,” Attila grunts, his thrusts picking up their pace. “Cum for me, cum on my cock. You deserve it, my love. Let go for me, only me.”

You cry out, arching your back and moaning his name as the best orgasm you ever had in your life washes over you like a tidal wave. Your limbs shook as your pussy pulsed around him. Attila coaxes you through it, whispering praises and reminding you to breathe as he fucked you to completion. You cup his face and kiss him deeply, wrapping your legs tightly around him when you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Taube…” Attila growls. When he pulls back you can see the predatory hunger in his gaze. It makes your pussy clench around him. “If you do that, I won’t be able to pull out in time.”

“Fill me,” you whisper against his lips and look up at him pleadingly. “Want to be yours, please.”

Attila moans loudly, bordering on a howl. Not even three thrusts later, he releases himself inside you. His cum flooding your pussy and painting your walls white. He holds you close to him as he turns the both of you on your sides, your skirt now covering both of you from potential prying eyes.

Attila pushes some stray hair from your face. “I love you so much,” he murmurs as he kisses your jaw.

“I love you more,” you whisper back, cupping one of his cheeks and stroking it gently.

“Impossible,” he teases, kissing the tip of your nose.

“It’s more likely than you think,” you shoot back, giving his lips a chaste kiss, nipping his bottom lip playfully. A growl rumbles low in his chest at that, and another heated makeout ensues.

“Would you like to stay the night with me?” Attila asks, his voice quiet as if he were afraid to say it.

You smile brightly at him. “I would love to,” you reply. Without another word, Attila sits up. He tucks his softened cock back inside his pants and slips his belt back on. Before you could even sit up yourself, he scoops you into his arms again. You laugh and nuzzle into his chest, listening to the beating of his heart as he sneaks you both back to the abbey.

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Delilah glances out to the patio just in time. She tugs Falk’s arm, pulling him from his conversation with Roel.

“What is it, Mäuschen?” Falk asks, looking down at his partner. He follows her gaze to see Attila carrying you over to the other side of the compound, likely making a beeline for the clergy quarters.

“Shit, would you look at that.” Roel says in genuine surprise.

“Danke Gott,” Matthew whispers, looking up to the sky with folded hands.

Delilah giggles, whipping out her phone and taking a few quick pictures. “This is going to look so cute on the wedding slideshow,” Delilah comments. “Kali, did you get any from your angle?”

“Of course,” Kalista replies. Charles’s hand resting on her waist squeezes it gently as he chuckles.

“Well, I guess we have to pay up now, don’t we,” Charles says, turning to Falk.

“It looks like you do,” Falk replies with a devious grin.

The three men reach into their pockets and hand over their twenty dollar bills to Falk. Delilah and Calista laugh and shake their heads.

Their suffering was finally over.

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callto-themuse · 2 months ago

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Burning Alive

Soooo I should be working on my assignments for finals, but instead I grace you with the next entry of In The Ghoul Den. I've been thinking about how to write this for a while, and I'm pretty satisfied with how it turned out. I hope you all enjoy!

Pairing(s): Dewdrop/Sodo x Fem!Reader, Cumulus x Reader (brief, suggestive), Cirrus x Reader (brief, suggestive) Aether x Reader (brief)

Tags: Sister of Sin!Reader, Poly Ghouls, Fluffy morning activities, Dew is a little shit (affectionate), Mentions of masturbation, Mentions of Voyeurism (I think?), Some Cumulus cuteness, Original Character present (he's an asshole), Mild Bullying, Protective!Reader, Protective!Mountain (and Swiss), Mild Angst, Religious ritual and imagery, Explicit theistic satanism (or, how I interpret it anyway,) Teasing, Smut, Light Bondage, Inappropriate use of a Rosary, Oral Sex (M & F receiving) "Sodo/ Sodomizer" is a teasing nickname for Dewdrop, Lots of Tattoos and piercings (on Dew's end), Fingering (Anal), PiV Sex, Creampie, Squirting/Vaginal Ejaculation, Aftercare, Light Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 7588

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In the Ghoul Den Masterlist

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At this point, you might as well just move into the Den. You’ve slept there nearly every night since this entire situation started, and as much as you enjoyed every moment spent, you hated the walk of shame in the morning. Well, it was hardly filled with shame, but you did feel some kind of embarrassment walking back to the sibling dorms with a wrinkled habit and a bit of a limp to your step as your fellow siblings stared you down like you had ten heads. You also just missed them when you had to leave. Even before this… situation… began, it was so hard to leave at the end of a fun-filled night. They were safety and home and it hurt to go out that door for the night. It seemed that the ghouls felt the same way. Lingering touches, lingering gazes that wordlessly begged you to stay.

Just like this morning. You were drinking your morning coffee on the couch, nestled into Aether’s side as he enjoyed his. His arm wrapped around your waist and fingers writing soft circles into the fabric of your habit. Rain and Phantom were next to you, chatting about something that you weren’t quite following. Aurora was seated on Swiss’s lap as they ate their breakfast, whispering and giggling with each other. Sunshine was making herself an omelet, swaying her hips to a song only she could hear. Mountain was leaning up against the counter, his eyes occasionally flicking over to you, as his eyes always tended to do, but mostly kept his gaze trained on Cumulus and Cirrus as they conversed. You smiled softly to yourself as you watched on. It was all so wonderfully intimate and you just hated the thought of leaving to attend to your duties.

Dew finally joined the group, leaving his room with a little yawn. He slithered past Sunshine to get to the coffee machine, sighing almost wistfully at the sound of the liquid hitting the ceramic mug. His gilded eyes flicked around the room until they landed on yours, lips tilting up into a smirk at catching you staring. He took a sip from his coffee as he sauntered up to Cumulus and Cirrus. Slipping between them, Dew whispered something to them. The three of them covered their faces with their mugs, but you knew they were talking about you by how the girls flickered their gaze back and forth between you and Dew, while the fire ghoul only stared at you. They nodded to one another, the conversation ending with Cumulus planting a kiss to Dew’s cheek and Cirrus giving him a gracious side-hug and a playful tap to his ass.

He stalked up to the couch then, managing to squeeze himself in between you and Rain. The two ghouls butted their heads against each other for a moment of greeting before Dew reclined back against the couch. He took a sip of his coffee before leaning into you.

“So, how was it?” he whispered in your ear, you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Did he fuck you stupid? He’s really good at that.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, lifting your cup to your lips in an attempt to hide your blush. You shivered as you felt his heated fingers ghost over your thigh.

You bit your lip to stifle your gasp at the sensation of a teasing hint of a kiss to your covered neck. You weren’t looking at him, but you can just picture that shit-eating grin, that glint in his eyes. His horns nudged up against the side of your head as his breath trailed up your neck, stopping just at your jaw.

“Yeah? That’s all you can say, babe? Did he fuck you so stupid you still can’t talk?” Dew teased, voice dripping in teasing condescension. Your face felt so hot that it rivaled the heat from his hand now firmly resting on your thigh.

“Dew, cut it,” Aether rumbled above you. The quintessence ghoul pulled you closer to him, hand on your waist tightening slightly. You took a glance up at him. His galaxy eyes looking down at the fire ghoul with annoyance.

Dew glared right back, golden gaze hardened, He huffed wordlessly, tearing his hand from your skin. He turned away from you both, taking a loud sip of coffee as he decided to butt into Rain and Phantom’s conversation. Aether relaxed his grip, rubbing soothing circles as he pressed a delicate kiss at the top of your head. You sighed, leaning into his touch as you finished up your coffee.

Glancing up at the clock, you noticed the time. An hour and a half until you were due for laundry duty. The absolute worst. You sighed, nuzzling into Aether’s touch for a moment longer. You slowly stood up, regretfully. The four ghouls stared up at you as you moved, Aether’s hand lingering as long as it could. You smiled softly at them before you head over to the sink to rinse out your cup.

Cool hands wrapped around your waist and you inhaled sharply. Cirrus hugged you from behind. “Do you have to leave?” she mumbled into your hair. Her lips ghosted over your ear. “We miss you when you’re gone, darling.”

You blush, stomach erupting in a swarm of butterflies. “I would rather not have to grovel at Imperator’s feet for a lesser punishment for skipping laundry duty without coverage, even though I hate it.” You grumbled that last part, and she chuckled.

Regretfully slipping from her grasp, you move to the door. Looking back, all of them were practically giving you puppy dog eyes. It took all your strength to not sit yourself on the arm of the couch only a foot from the door. “I promise after my shift I’ll come right back. I’ll even stop by the kitchen and grab some sweets for you all, okay?”

It didn’t fully assuage them, but it at least got a murmuring and some nods out of the ghouls. As you finally left, hurrying down the hallway, you really felt bad for leaving them. You knew that they had recording sessions all this week for the new album, so you hoped that the work would distract them from your absence.

When you made it to your room, you hurriedly shucked off your clothes, tossing them into your laundry basket. You moved quickly to dress, slipping on your fresh habit. It was one of your more… daring sets that were typically reserved only for ritual, but considering the rest were bundled up in your laundry bin, you really didn’t have a choice. Even though yours was to be done tomorrow, you couldn’t quite wait until then considering you were now fresh out of habits and veils. So, you hefted up your bin, resting it on your hip, and waddled over to the laundry room.

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Dewdrop strummed on his guitar quietly, disconnected from the amp as Swiss, Aurora, and Cumulus joined Papa in recording their vocals. He was practicing his solo on this song, deft fingers slipping up and down the neck of the guitar with each note. He could feel Phantom staring at him; the younger ghoul always admired how he played his instrument with such military precision while also letting himself have fun, headbanging and stomping and the like. Even now, Dew was practicing this solo with no mistakes, even as his mind is really elsewhere.

He couldn’t stop thinking about you. About the smooth, plushness of your skin. How you flushed under his heated gaze, heated touch. The little noises that slipped out of your throat when he massaged the aching pain from your legs. Oh, those noises. Dew nearly fumbled the next tab at the thought of them. He thought of those little moans and whimpers the night before as he fisted his dick, nice and slow as he pictured you above him. Trembling thighs and quiet whimpers, begging him to just fuck you. That is, until he heard you through the wall. It was muffled far too much for his liking, Rain’s room a barrier between his and Aether’s.

So that was what led Dew to stand out in the common area, against Aether’s wall, listening to how you moaned for the quintessence ghoul, how you whined and cried for him. Hearing Aether whisper his praises to you, his affections. Dew counted himself lucky that the others were out, still in the practice halls. He would’ve looked so pathetic like this, biting his lip to hold back his growls as he bucked his hips in his hand to your sounds. The thought of getting caught, either by the rest of the pack or by you and Aether added a thrill that enhanced his pleasure.

Unbeknownst to you, Dew had come with you. Your loud pleasured cries were too much for him. His lip bleeding profusely as he muffled his own noises as his release splattered on the floor. Despite his shaking legs, he moved quickly over to the counter, grabbing a paper towel to clean the floor of his release as best he could, hoping the stain would just get mixed in amongst the others that littered the carpet. He retreated back to his room then, quietly shutting the door to not alert the two of you of his degenerate activities. He fell to his bed with a low moan, his naturally hot skin burning even hotter at the thought of what he had just done.

In the present, he had to force himself from his thoughts to fight the boner that was beginning to form in his tight uniform pants. He sighed as he strummed the last note of the song, finishing just in time, as Papa called for him, Phantom, and Rain to step into the booth again.

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To be frank, you felt disgusting. The pitiful AC unit in the laundry room did nothing to counteract the heat emitted by the rows upon rows of washers and dryers in the cramped space. The machines were old and overworked and you wouldn’t be surprised if they exploded one of these days. You fanned yourself with your hand as you leaned back against the wall, another bag of laundry at your feet. Brother Brant, your sibling-in-suffering today wasn’t faring much better, sweat dripping down his forehead and staining the back of his robes. Neither of you spoke with each other, just giving a nod of acknowledgement before focusing on the job at hand. It wasn’t much, but at least it wasn’t an annoyed glare from Sister Denise, whom you were usually assigned with.

You pushed yourself off the wall, hefting the filled laundry basket in your arms, this one belonging to “Sibling Jett” as labeled, and carried it over to the next open washer. You placed the garments in the washer with the utmost care, taking time to make sure no socks or underwear fell from your grasp. You grasp the near-empty bottle of detergent, holding it over the reservoir and patting it on the bottom to force the dregs to glob out. Once the reservoir was full of the substance, you slid it back to its space and closed the lid to the washer.

“Y/n!” Someone shouted from the doorway. Hells, you didn’t hear the door even open. When you looked up, Cumulus was standing there in the doorway. Her fluffy curls bounced a little as she waved her arm with an excited fervor to it. There was a little brown bag tight in her clawed grip.

“Lus! What are you doing here? I thought you were recording?” You laughed, carefully navigating your way past the running washers and bags of laundry. When you reached her, she gave you a big hug. You sighed happily, her skin nice and cool compared to the hot air of the room.

“We’re on lunch break! It’s almost one o’clock! I figured you lost track of time since I didn’t see you in the den or dining hall, so I took the liberty to make you something.” She smiled brightly, a sweet pink blushed her light gray cheeks.

You could’ve cried at that moment. “Cumulus, that is so sweet of you, thank you so much.” You gave her another hug, and the ghoulette gave you a comforting squeeze. She handed you the bag, and you held it close to your chest.

“Of course honey,” she said softly. “Enjoy it, I put all my magic in it just for you,” she winked playfully. You giggled, and it was then that she gave you a kiss on your cheek. You felt heat that wasn’t coming from the room flush your cheeks.

“I’ve got to head back to the recording booths, but we’ll see you later,” she looked at you expectantly, “Aurora and Phantom are expecting those sweets.”

You laughed. “Of course of course, I keep to my promises.”

Cumulus smiled brightly, quickly pressing another kiss to your cheek. And with that, she was gone, hurrying back to the recording booths. You sighed softly and leaned against one of the washers. They really were too good to you…

“So what’s with you and the ghouls?” Brother Brant’s voice cut through the silence. You jumped, you had honestly forgotten he was there. His thick brows were raised, flicking between your face and the bag clutched in your hand.

“Oh—uh—it’s, um,” you blushed, stumbling over your words. Anxiety swelled in your chest. “It’s nothing, really. We’re just really good friends, that’s all…” You bit your tongue. You didn’t owe this guy any explanation about your life or your relationship with the ghouls.

Brant gave you a skeptical look. “Yeah, sure.” He turns away to open a dryer door. “Y’know, we do notice you walking from the direction of the ghoul den every morning. Limp and all.” You thought you were going to burst into flames at his words. We?

“You really are a freak,” he laughed, shaking his head. “Of course the only things that would want to be around you would be Papa’s creepy lap dogs.”

You clenched the brown bag Cumulus gave you. You exhaled harshly through your nose, shutting your eyes in an attempt to center yourself. Your face grew hotter, but embarrassment was far from the reason.

“How…dare you speak of them that way?” Your voice was laced with hot venom. You turned to face him. His eyes went wide, the tall man shrinking into himself. “They are ghouls, children of the almighties that we are blessed by Papa’s unholy power to have among us. And you call them creepy lap dogs? How fucking dare you.”

You moved to stand in front of Brother Brant. “How can you call yourself devoted to the Dark One and His Princes when you disrespect their progeny?” You stabbed your finger against his chest. “The audacity of you all. You make me sick.”

You turned, marching to the door of the laundry room. Sister Imperator could suck a hellhound’s cock. You weren’t staying there a moment longer. “You and your friends can say whatever the fuck you want about me. But you keep the ghouls’ names out of your fucking mouths.”

With that, you left the room, shutting the door to the laundry room with a resounding slam for emphasis.

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When the pack returned to the den, Dew had expected to see you sitting on the couch, lounging around on your phone or watching TV. They went a bit later than originally expected, Papa having them run more takes to make sure everything went just right. He was a bit tired, and was honestly hoping to beat Swiss and Mountain in the race to cuddle up with you. But instead, the pack found the den empty. The only sign of you being a big plate filled with cupcakes, cookies, and cake pops you had stolen from the kitchen.

A piece of paper rested on the counter in front of the plate: In room. Rough day. Might be back.

“What do you think happened?” Phantom asked, a concerned tremor in his tone.

“If someone hurt her, I’ll kill them,” Mountain’s statement was laced with a low growl. The large ghoul’s dark eyes were glowing a deep, forest green. Vines had begun to wrap around his arms. Swiss looked just as pissed at the thought, his jaw tense and dark eyes glowing.

“Maybe she’s just tired,” Cirrus rested her hand on Mountain’s forearm, “She hates laundry duty, so maybe it just wore her out.”

“I think Cirrus is right,” Rain said, sliding a hand down to interlock with one of Swiss’s. Aurora and Sunshine nodded in agreement.

Dew looked over at Cumulus; the ghoulette was oddly quiet. He saw her prepare you a lunch in the den while they were on their break. She had a small frown on her face, her usually bright, sky blue eyes having a stormy tint to them. Aether, who was standing next to her, also had a concerned look in his eyes.

Dew slipped over to the two as slyly as possible. He slid an arm around her generous waist, giving her a comforting squeeze. “What’s up, ‘Lus?” he whispered, eyeing the ghoulette with some worry in his tone.

“When I dropped off her lunch, there was a brother working with her. She didn’t see it ‘cause she was facing me, but he was giving us, me, a dirty look,” Cumulus looked up, flicking her gaze between Dew and Aether, “I’m worried he might have said something… unkind after I left.”

Dew clenched his jaw, his skin flaring up. He glanced over to the others, too enraptured in trying to calm Mountain and Swiss down to overhear them. He knew if the two found out what Cumulus just informed them of, they’d go on a rampage and end up getting sent back down to the pits.

“Hey Dew,” Aether’s deep voice cut him out of his thoughts, “Why don’t you go check up on her?” The quintessence ghoul gave him a small smirk.

Dew frowned. “Aeth, you know I’m not always the best with emotions, what if I fuck up and make her feel even worse?” Dew ran his clawed fingers through his strawberry blonde locks. He swallowed hard. “Wouldn’t it be better if You, Swiss, or Mount checked up on her?”

Cumulus touched his arm. “I think you should, Dewy,” she whispered. “You always manage to make her laugh, maybe that’s something she needs right now.”

“But what if she needs real comfort? I don’t know if I’m the right person to give her that…” The fire ghoul shook his head. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, and so, so much more. That so much more, however, was at the forefront of his mind. He knew that wasn’t what you needed right now, but he wasn’t sure if he could hold back those urges.

“Sure you can,” Aether encouraged. “You helped her out yesterday, yeah? You can do it again, I know it.” He leaned closer to Dew to whisper in his ear. “I know how much you want her, Dewdrop. You wanna miss this opportunity and keep the girls waiting?”

Aether shared a grin with Cumulus, whose worried frown turned into a teasing smile. “Yeah Dew, you said today would be your day. It wouldn’t be fair to go back on your word. Cirrus and I might just have to punish you…” The air ghoulette teased, dragging her fangs over her lip as she eyed him. Dew shivered.

“Okay, okay fine,” Dew conceded, “I’ll go. But if I come back with a handprint on my face, I’m blaming you both.”

Aether and Cumulus only chuckled as Dew slithered out of the den, making a beeline for the siblings’ dorms.

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You had finally stopped crying by the time the sun began to set, at least for now. Cumulus really did put all of her magic into your lunch, the moment it hit your tastebuds you felt your soul ease. You still couldn’t believe that Brother Brant actually insulted the ghouls to your face that way. You knew many of the siblings your age didn’t really like them, but to degrade them to Papa’s dogs? It made your chest swell in anger at the thought. You should file a report, straight to the upper clergy.

But who’d take the word of a freak? You were certain you were going to be in for it in the morning, Brant no doubt ran to Imperator after you abandoned your shift. Bile rose in your throat as your anxiety swelled. Tears welled in your eyes, and you tried desperately to swallow them down.

You looked up. The statues from your altar stared back at you. Large, half-melted red pillar candles stood tall next to the figures of the seven princes. Your statuette of Lilith and Lucifer upon their thrones behind them. Another of Baphomet off to the side. After spending so many nights wrapped in the arms of your ghouls, you have neglected your duty to them.

You pulled out a match from the matchbox resting on the shelf below the altar. It was the second-to-last one, and you mentally reminded yourself to buy more from the store in town when you got the chance. You then shifted your focus to the box containing your vast incense collection. To most, the symphony of fragrances might have been a discordant presence in their nose, but to you it was as if you were smelling a fresh bundle of wildflowers. You hovered your hand over the box and shut your eyes. Allowing your intuition to decide which would make the best offering. You delicately pulled the incense stick from the box. You brought it up to your face before you opened your eyes. It was Dragon’s Blood, you identified immediately, and you grinned. The scent always made you think of Dew. You weren’t sure if his soap was scented with Dragon’s Blood, or if his natural musk just happened to match its notes. Regardless, whenever you burned this incense, it always made you think of him.

You set the incense down on the edge of your altar. Picking up the matchbox, you struck the match along its rough side. A flame sparked to life instantly. With the utmost care, you lit the pillar candles, bathing your room in a soft orange glow. You pinched the match between your fingers, the flame extinguishing upon your touch to its source. The slight sting of the burn felt good, grounding in a way. Preparation for what was to come. You lifted the rosary from your neck, wrapping the red and black beads around your wrists. The metal grucifix digging into the soft skin of your inner forearm. You lifted the incense stick from where you laid it upon the altar into your hands, set in the praying position. You used the light from one of the candles to light the incense, the light gray smoke soon filling the air.

“In the name of Satan, the Antichrist, and the Unholy Spirit, Nema,” you began, your voice hardly above a whisper despite your solitude. “Forgive me for my lapse, unholy fathers and mothers. I swear unto you that my devotion remains entirely true. Please accept my offering as penance for any transgressions, my lords.” You bowed your head then, raising your hands and the incense clasped tightly between them above you.

“I sing my praises for you, Great Ones. For blessing me with your strength today, Lord Satan, Lady Lilith, so that I could stand my ground against someone who had tried to shame me. For your blessings, Lord Beelzebub, so I could share a bundle of sweets with those that I care for most.” You smile softly, “Thank you, Great Ones, for blessing me with your ghouls. For their presence in my life, and their affections that I still don’t feel worthy of. Thank you for Cumulus and her boundless kindness, and wonderful cooking skills,” you giggled. “Thank you for Cirrus and Sunshine, thank you for Aurora and Phantom, thank you for Aether and Rain, for Swiss and Mountain..” you paused for a moment, “and thank you for Dewdrop. They all mean so much to me, and I am forever grateful for you, my Lords, that you have brought me to them.”

You pause again, sighing deeply. “I pray to you, Great Ones, to please teach my siblings respect and kindness. I don’t care anymore about what they say of me, no matter how much it hurts. But please, imbue them with respect for the ghouls, your emissaries of your greatness.”

You open your eyes, gazing directly into the gaze of Lucifer himself, sitting upon his throne. “In your names, Nema.”

There was a beat of silence as you let the prayer resonate.

“You’re really fucking beautiful, you know that?” Dew’s voice cut through that silence like a knife. You jumped, the incense nearly falling out of your prayer hands’ iron grip. You turned your head to look at him. He looked strikingly handsome in the candle light, the haze brought on by the incense only adding to his allure. He had a soft smile on his face, gilded eyes drinking in your form.

“Fuck Dewdrop,” you gasped, “Don’t fucking do that!”

“Do what, compliment you?” he snickered, that teasing smirk you knew all too well gracing his features. “I don’t think so dove. You deserve all the praise in the world, you pretty little thing.”

The fire ghoul sauntered up to your kneeling form. He took your chin between his clawed fingers, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. “How are you feeling, Y/n?” He asked softly, the teasing aura gone as quick as it arrived.

“I…” you stuttered for a moment, far too caught up in the moment’s intimacy to compute an answer. “I’m okay, I think.”

Dew tilts his head to the side. “You think? What’s going on?” He took the chance to get one one knee, his hand moving to cup your cheek. You melted into his touch. “What happened today, love? What did they say?”

You swallowed and averted your gaze. “Nothing I haven’t heard before Dew, I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound fine, Y/n,” he brushed your cheekbone with his thumb. His forehead bumped against yours. “How can I help you, baby?”

You look back at him. His eyes were scanning your face worriedly, before settling on your lips. You found yourself doing the same. “Please Dew,” you whispered, “Kiss me?”

His lips brushed against yours and his throat bobbed, nervous and hesitant. Those are the last words you would ever describe Dewdrop as. “If I do that, I don’t think I can stop myself, dove,” he whispered.

“Who said I would want you to stop?” you smiled, trying to rile up his confidence, “C’mon Dew, I know you want to.”

You barely got out your last syllable as Dew smashed his lips to yours, a growl vibrating deep in his throat. You moaned at the ferocity of it as he completely dominated you. His fangs dug into your lips as his tongue plundered your mouth. The hand that was tenderly cupping your cheek now sliding up into your hair, grasping your roots in a tight grip. He used his other hand to pull the incense stick, now half burnt through, from your clasped hands. He placed it unceremoniously in front of Asmodeus’s figure as it continued to burn.

“Mmmm don’t forget you asked for this little dove,” Dew mumbled against your lips, kissing the corner of your mouth before shifting to your jaw. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget whatever that bastard said to you.”

You whimpered at his words, feeling the slick starting to soak through your underwear. “Want it so bad Dew, please.”

“Aw baby, you’re so cute when you beg,” he cooed, nipping at your earlobe playfully before latching onto the skin beneath it. He hummed at the desperate whine that he pulled from your throat afterwards. He grasped at your hands, which were still wrapped together by your rosary. “I think we’re gonna keep your pretty little hands just like this. Is that okay with you, Y/n?”

You moaned, nodding your head rapidly. Dew tsked, using his grip on your hair to force you to face him. “Nuh uh babe, you can’t be so horny that you can’t speak already, I haven’t even touched you,” he pulled your face closer to his. “Use your words, little dove.”

“Yes, fuck yes,” you panted, squeezing your thighs together. “Please Dew, touch me?”

“Of course baby,” he murmured against your lips before making full contact, enveloping your mouth once again. This time, a hand trailed down your body. It groped at a breast for a moment, squeezing the supple flesh before sliding its way down to your thighs. He hissed, pulling away from your lips for a moment. “Unholy fuck, you’re soaking for me little dove. I can’t fucking believe it.” He hikes the short skirt of your habit up, gracing his hungry eyes a full view of your soaked through underwear and thighs damp with your slick. He groaned. “Fuck, you’re so weak for me, aren’t you? So fucking wet and I barely touched you.” Dew sounded as if he was in awe, and judging from the look on his face, he was.

Dew stood up suddenly, taking you by your bound wrists to force you to join him. He smashed his lips against yours, pushing you back until your legs met your mattress. He guided you downwards, your lips still connected to his. He guided you up the mattress so that he could climb upon it as well. When he finally parted from you, he suddenly turned gentle. Taking off your veil with an almost reverence to it. “You don’t know, little dove, how much we love you, admire you, desire you,” he murmured as he kissed your neck just before biting it harshly. You could’ve sworn he was trying to draw blood, not that you would complain if he did. “You told The Dark One how grateful you are to have us, imagine how we feel, love.” He pulled your habit up, devouring each new nude inch with his gaze. “We thank him every time you’re near us. Just your fucking presence drives us wild, baby.”

Tears spring up in your eyes as your heart swells. Dew pushes your bound hands above your head, pulling your habit until it eventually got stuck around your wrists. He growled and ripped it off the rest of the way, breaking the sleeves. You whined. “Hush, Sunny can fix it baby, don’t you worry,” Dew murmured against your clavicle as he nipped at the skin there. Each bite, each mark left behind heated up your skin. It didn’t help that the deliverer of said markings was a living furnace.

“Such a pretty baby,” he teased, his fangs grazing the skin of your breast, which was spilling out of your bra. Dew decided to be gentle again, taking his time with removing your bra. You couldn’t help but smile a little, loving the dichotomy between his usually snarky spitfire and the sweet, loving gentleman he was underneath.

His rough hands slid down your thighs as he sucked your nipples, moaning as he made contact with your wetness. His lips detached from your nipple with a pop, his hot panting teasing the delicate bud. “Wanna taste you little dove, but…” he parted from you and you nearly whined at the loss of contact. He smirked, no doubt seeing the pleading look in your eyes. “I want you to take care of me too.” He groped his cock through his jeans, hard and straining. He groaned loudly, throwing his head back. He faced you again, his long locks framing his devilishly handsome face perfectly. “Think you can handle that, babe?”

“Yes, please let me suck your cock,” the words left you as a needy whine, your tongue peaking out to lick your lips.

Dew grinned. “Good girl, so desperate and willing.”

He yanked his uniform shirt out of his pants, and for a moment, you saw something. Then, as he undid the buttons and facets in the most teasing way imaginable, it was revealed to you.

Dewdrop had a lot of tattoos. You always saw the ones on his arms, dark ink standing out well against his ash-colored skin. You knew that he had others on his torso, but hadn’t been blessed with the sight of them yet. Until now. The one that drew the most of your attention was on his stomach. The word “Sodomizer” was inscribed in an arch over his belly button in a gothic font.

“Like what you see, babe?” Dew teased, pulling the zipper of his pants down ever so slowly. He eyed up how you were eyeing him, a primal hunger shared by you both in that moment.

“Sure do, Sodomizer,” you teased right back. You tried to sit up. However, with your bound hands, you ended up flailing back down to the bed.

Dew laughed. Before you could shoot him a playfully annoyed look, however, you caught sight of his, quite frankly, beautiful cock.

It was long and thin, curved slightly down. But the thing that stunned you the most were the silver studs that lined the ridge of his cock. Of fucking course he’d have that piercing.

“Surprised?” Dew asked as he laid down next to you, that teasing grin still on his lips.

“Far from it, Dewdrop,” you grinned right back, “I figured you’d have some kind of dick piercing, you freaky ghoul.”

Dew grunted, lifting you as if you weighed nothing and maneuvering you exactly how he wanted you. You collapsed against his chest. Bound hands resting just before his cock.

“You’re about to see how freaky I can get, little dove,” he nearly growled, “you haven’t seen anything yet, baby. You ready?”

“Yeah, ready,” you pant. Your soft breaths barely kissing his cock, making him shiver.

“Good girl,” he said. And with that, he pulled your hips down to his face, instantly slipping his tongue inside. While the others liked to make their tongues look human, even outside their human glamours. But Dew preferred to keep his… special. So, when Dew slipped his tongue inside your soaking pussy, you moaned at the strange sensation of his forked tongue stimulating both sides of your walls at once.

You immediately got to work once Dew reminded you of what you were meant to be doing with a slap to your ass. You took his cock in your throat as deep as you could in the position you were in. The combined taste of skin and metal hit your tongue, and you moaned as you sucked around his tip before bobbing your head. It was a limited movement considering you couldn’t go too far with your position, but with some playful flicks against his piercings, he was as just of a moaning mess as you were.

“Taste so fuckin good,” Dew mumbled, “One day, I wanna eat you out after one of the others had their way with you. Eat their cum out of this sweet fuckin pussy.” You moaned at the thought, and he groaned in response. “Of course you’d like that baby, such a fucking slut for us already.”

You whined, trying helplessly to grind against his face as your pleasure mounted. Dew chuckled breathlessly, pulling you off his cock and pushing you back down to the bed, forcing you on your front.

“I know you want to cum, dove, but not yet.” Dew grabbed your hair harshly, yanking it up so your lips could meet. You both moaned at the taste of each other on your tongues. He pushed your head back to the mattress, then pulled your hips up so that you were in an arched doggy position.

“You want me to fuck you good, my pretty little dove?” Dew asked, condescension clear in his tone. You whined into the mattress. He laughed and yanked your head up again. “What do good girls say when they want something, baby?”

“Please,” you whimpered, “Please Dew, fuck me hard, I promise I’ll be good.”

He kissed your neck softly. “I know you will, love. Such a good girl for me,” he cooed, letting your head fall back to the mattress as he lined up his cock with your entrance.

You’re grateful that the obscene moan you let out when Dew pushed in the first inch inside was muffled by your sheets. The deeper he pushed in, the more the ridges of his piercing rubbed up against your walls, and by Lucifer they felt delicious. The both of you moaned loudly when he bottomed out, your walls clenching tight around him. Dew took a few moments to allow the both of you to adjust before he set a punishing pace immediately. Each thrust drew an unholy sound from you, which was muffled until Dew yanked your face up by your hair, allowing your moans to flow freely into the steamy air.

“That’s it, such a good girl, taking me so fucking good.” Dew grunted, giving your ass a slap. He pulled you back further, his tail slithering up your body to wrap around your neck. Your bound hands were planted firmly into the mattress, trying desperately to ground yourself. “So fucking tight, little dove. So tight, so sweet.” He sunk his teeth in your neck again, and this time you swore in your hazy, sex-corrupted mind you felt blood trickle down your neck. The thought made you clench harder around him.

“You like the way I fuck you, pretty baby?” Dew asked, his hips somehow slapping against you harder and harder. You could barely get out an unintelligible whine, and he chuckled breathily. “Mmm fucked you stupid, yeah? So fucking willing and pliant, I could do anything to you, couldn’t I Y/n?”

Two of your sinful brain cells decided to collide at that moment. It was an easy opportunity to tease him, rile him up. You took it. “Mmm… S-Sodomize me, Y-you sexy little Sodo-”

Dewdrop moaned, and loud. His tail’s grip around your neck and his hand on your hair tightened as his pace stuttered.“You don’t know what you’re asking, little dove.”

You forced your head to move backwards, tilting as far back as Dew’s hand would allow, so you could look him in the eye. You just knew your eyes were clouded, smile delirious. “C’mon Sodo, y-you ‘fraid?”

He growled, your lips meeting in a harsh clashing of fangs and teeth and tongues. As soon as it started it ended, Dew’s free hand slapping your ass harshly. “N-next time I’ll fucking ruin you, little dove. But I’m gonna f-fucking fill up this pretty cunt tonight. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have any fun tonight, hm?” You felt the hand that slapped you grope one of your globes. Then, his thumb circled that tight ring of muscles teasingly. Your wetness coated his hand and your ass already so no other lubrication was needed for him to push that thumb right into your ass. You moaned loudly at the sensation, your body growing more and more limp as your orgasm began approaching faster and faster with each thrust of his hips and each press of his thumb.

“Ohhhh pretty baby, I can feel you, feel you gettin’ close’ for me,” Dew moaned, panting against your ear as he kept up his pace. “Cum for me, Y/n. You deserve it love, cum on this fucking cock. Be a good girl for me and let go.”

Oh Asmodeus, did you cum. Your vision went completely white, one long moan leaving your lips until you went breathless, your limbs shaking with the force of it. Your veins were pumping out pure pleasure, and you swore you felt something drip down your thighs.

Dew groaned loudly. “Oh fuck that’s it baby, so fucking good for me,” his thrusts were begining to lose their rhythm, his breathing growing more labored. “Please tell me I can fill you up, little dove. Please, want to so bad,” Dew practically whined. If you weren’t completely pleasure drunk, you’d remind yourself to tease him about it later.

“Yes Dew, fuck, please cum in me, please,” you begged, and not even two thrusts later, Dew stilled, filling you with his hot spend. And hot it was, you noted, much warmer than the previous three. You shrugged mentally. He was a fire ghoul, after all.

Dew carefully set your head back down on the mattress, whispering praises as he kissed down your back. He then parted from you, and you heard him open the door to your closet of a bathroom. He flicked the light on, the ancient fluorescents reflecting off of the aged tile. You turned your head, and in that dim lighting, you swore he was an angel. He caught you staring at him, and he smiled softly. He was drinking your form in too, and you wondered what he thought of you at this moment.

Suddenly, Dew was spurred into action once more, walking back over to you. The towel gently cleaned you of your mixed cum, and once he felt pleased with his work, Dew chucked it off in the corner.

That was when you remembered. “Oh, fuck.”

Dew was at your side in an instant. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, worry crossing his features.

“Stormed out of the laundry room,” you mumbled, “left my laundry bag. It was all clean too.”

Dew chuckled, “Let me finish fixing you up, then I’ll go grab it for you.”

You shook your head, “Dew, you don’t have to do that. I can see if I can get it in the morning.” you paused, “if that asshole didn’t fuck with it…”

Dew moved to the other side of your bed, sitting next to you to help ease you from your current, doggy-style position and on to your side. The two of you curled into each other then, your legs tangling as Dew helped you undo the rosary wrapped around your wrists.

“How do you even manage to do this?” he asked with a chuckle, “and how do you get out of it after your prayers?”

You smiled brightly at him. “I have my methods, Dewdrop. Maybe I’ll show you so we can do that again sometime…” you laughed at his playful growl, his fangs nipping at your lips as you teased him.

“Don’t test me right now little dove,” he warned as he finally pulled the rosary from you. He huffed, and you looked down to see a deep imprint from where the grucifix was pressed into your skin. You could only laugh more, your forehead resting on his. He moved away from you for a moment to place the rosary around your neck, then cupped your cheek to pull you back into a passionate kiss.

“What happened Y/n,” Dew asked against your lips, golden eyes staring into yours as his thumb stroked your cheek gently.

“The guy I was working with said some shitty things,” you frowned, “a bit about me, but mostly about you all. Called you all Papa’s fucking lap dogs.” you felt the heat of your anger rising again. “So I told him off and stormed out. I’m probably going to get a screaming at from Imperator tomorrow for it.”

“What did he say about you?” Dew questioned, his brows raised.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” you shrugged, “like I said, it’s nothing I haven’t heard before.”

Dew’s laugh was humorless. “Don’t worry about it?” He flipped you under him then, his hand pressing into the mattress above your head. “Oh, I’m gonna fucking worry about it, babe. No one talks down to our girl.”

Our girl. You felt blush rise to your cheeks and your heart flutter. “Dew, please, it’s really not a big deal.”

He frowned. “I don’t believe you. You want me to tell Mount and Swiss so they can beat the shit out of him? They were about ready to go headhunting for you earlier.”

Your heart fluttered again. The thought of the two ghouls ready and willing to fight for your honor making you blush. “I’d rather they not get in trouble,” you say, “but I appreciate the sentiment.”

Dew placed a soft kiss to your lips. “You know we’d do anything for you, right?”

You laugh softly. “I don’t think I’m worth all of that Dew…”

“Cut that shit,” Dew placed a finger on your lips, silencing you. “You deserve everything and more, Y/n. None of this down talk. You start that again and I’ll make sure your ass is so beat you can’t sit down for a week.”

Heat trembles in your core. “Okay, Dew,” you acquiesce, voice quiet “I’ll try.”

He narrows his eyes, but says nothing more on the matter. He stands up, grabbing his shirt and slinging it on. “I’m going to get your laundry, and you are going to get in something nice and comfy so I can carry you back to the den so you can join us for movie night.”

You smile softly. “You’re too good to me, Dewdrop.”

He grins as he zips up his pants. “Right back at you, sweet baby.”

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