#and aurora does not give two fucks

[haveihitanerve]

The Questers stances on murder

Gregor: murder is wrong Luxa: murder is okay Ares: murder is wrong. Ripred: murder is fine Howard: murder is wrong Nike: murder is wrong Aurora: murder would make vikus upset

[bethelighthalazia]

Two fill better than one

Summary:  Your husbands San and Wooyoung have some very fulfilling fun with you. 

Genre: smut (MDNI)

Pairing: Dom!San x Wooyoung x fem!reader

Word Count:  982

Warnings: oral, unprotected sex, double penetration, slightly rough, little bit of aftercare

networks: @mirohs-aurora-society

© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.

“Shh, Do you hear this, Wooyoung?” San groans, placing his finger on his lips as he looks over to Wooyoung, who's watching the two of you, your head buried between San´s legs. The only sounds that could be heard were some sloppy, gagging sounds, your naked body convulsing when you feel his tip hit the back of your throat and causing you to almost choke on his cock.

“Shit, Sanie-” A whimpered moan escaped Wooyoung at this sight, his hand palming the bulge that formed in his pants. He had burst into the room while you and San had some fun and the pink haired male made his best friend watch. Sans free hand reaches down, his fingers grasp into your hair to pull you off his length, a mix of his precum and your spit connecting your lips to his crotch. “C’mon, let me have some fun too-”

Wooyoung's words alone let you wiggle your butt, your legs instinctively spreading a little more while being on all four, your head still hovering above San's hard cock. “Shut it, Wooyoung. I told you to wait. And you, jagi, should know better than to be a brat like him.” San hums, his hand caressing your cheek gently before giving it a slap. Sometimes, especially when Wooyoung is involved, you can get quite bratty. The slap stings, but it's not that painful. Even though San tends to be the rougher one between him and Wooyoung, he never truly hurt you. 

While San did this, Wooyoung had moved, only wearing his opened shirt, his hard member fully on display for you and San. His hands landing on your ass with a loud smack, drawing a squeak from you. “You've had your fun, Sanie! Besides, she's not yours only, all three of us signed the papers, remember?” Wooyoung's whiney voice let you groan, head tilting so you could shoot him a glance. However, this view just does something to you. His hair lazily brushed back, which accentuates his face even more, especially with his oreo hair. You actually had bribed his stylists to let him keep this hairstyle for a little longer.

Lifting his head a little, San reaches out to you, grabbing your chin and pulling you in for a kiss, he didn't care about tasting himself on your lips. While moving, you could feel his cock brush against your stomach, his tip perfectly aligned with your entrance. Wooyoung moved too, his hands still on your ass and you could feel his member pressing against your folds as well. 

“Boys no- hnng~ we tried that once…you both don't fi-” They don't let you finish this sentence though, drawing a screamed moan from you as they both chuckle and push at the same time, entering the same hole simultaneously. And you were right, both of them at the same time are too big. “Fuck-” Wooyoung's fingertips dig into your butt cheeks, pushing your body forwards a bit. When your hands slip on the ground, you find yourself nestled against San's chest, your lips connecting in a loving kiss as he wraps his arms around you. 

Both of them always make sure that you feel safe, you even talked about a safe word in the beginning of your relationship. You never needed it in the previous years of your relationship and you refuse to use it unless really necessary.

The first to move is Wooyoung, very slowly pushing his hips forwards. You could feel him rub against your insides, pushing deeper, but also pushing San deeper into you with this motion. It doesn't take much to tip you over the edge and cause a first orgasm to ripple through your body. Your walls squeezing them hard, both men let out a grunt, San´s head dropping back onto the ground as his hips instinctively move.

“Shi- y/n! Can't even take both her men properly, huh?” Wooyoung moans out in a challenging way, a smirk appearing on his lips when he looks at San over your shoulder. Then, with one fluent and hard thrust, he pushes your hips down. You can feel both their cocks pushing deep into your tight folds, spreading your walls. This is the first time they actually manage to make you squirt from an orgasm. When you're twitching heavily between them, both men chuckle, moving their hips in a steady pace to fuck you through your orgasm.

You could feel them falter after a few more thrusts, your walls squeezing them hard and it doesn't take much longer for both to reach their own orgasms as well, coating your insides in white. Heavily breathing, you just slump onto San, Wooyoung falling forwards and almost squeezing you between himself and his hyung, but he manages to catch himself. When the younger male slowly gets up from you, you feel him slowly pull out, drawing a quiet whimper from you. He breathes slowly for a few moments before he vanishes into the bathroom, San wrapping his arms around you, your whole body shivering and trembling still. 

“Lets get some rest, jagi…” San mumbles quietly, his breath going quickly and a deep moan escapes him when he moves and pulls out of you while sitting up. Your arms wrap around his neck instinctively when San gets up, his legs a bit wobbly as he walks over to the bathroom, Wooyoung opening the door, so you and San can enter too, so the three of you can share a bath. Wooyoung already had let in the hot bath, in which San sits down with you, your back leaned against his chest and then the younger also joins, smiling softly as he then kisses you and San. “I love you, boys. So so hmm- much.” You whisper with a loving expression, but soon, your eyes drop shut and you fall asleep in the arms of your beloved husbands.

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Give my all to you | Nico Hischier

Summary: It's been two years since Aurora was set up on an unwanted surprise date with Nico. He's become her best friend and her son's favorite person. Aurora finds herself wondering if this truly is all she wants from him. Title inspo: Best Part by HER & Daniel Caeser

This fic is dedicated to @wyattjohnston for her birthday bingo. Happy birthday, Demi! You are an absolute gift to this community and to my life. I hope you have the best day. Here's to 30!!! 💖 Pairing: Nico Hischier x F!OC Word count: 5.8k Bingo card tropes: match-making, single parent, FREE (friends to lovers), sworn-off love, coworkers (barely mentioned tho lol oops). Warnings: Kid fic! The kid does get injured, but he is okay! (Please let me know if I missed something) Some Swiss German words used: Schätzli (little treasure), Bärli (little bear). This fic is un-beta-ed coz I wasn't about to make you edit your own b'day fic. LOL Masterlist

I. THE PAST

Aurora has always hated being late, even when it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t her fault the production meeting ran late. It wasn’t her fault that there was something wrong with the subway line she needed to take. It wasn’t her fault that her bag strap decided to snap, spilling its contents onto the busy 8th Avenue sidewalk halfway through her approximately twenty-block walk. She had texted Nicole to let her know she was running late; she didn’t have the wherewithal to consider how strange it was that she never got a response. 

By the time she had gotten to the restaurant, she was sweating and looking forward to a cold drink. Which is why she was even more annoyed when she couldn’t find Nicole in the restaurant. It was garnering her strange looks from the maitre d’ who had told her there was no reservation under either of their names. 

Aurora checked the location twice before stepping back onto the street and pressing ‘call’ on her phone. It was a precarious balancing act, with her bag grasped to her chest.

There was no response.

As she pressed ‘call’ again, her eyes caught sight of Nico Hischier. A pit was beginning to form in her stomach as she began to realize what was happening.

No response.

At that moment, Nico looked up and caught her eye. His smile and wave all but confirmed her suspicions.

She quickly typed out a message as she ventured back inside.

To Nicole 💁🏼‍♀️: nicole laud, what the fuck have you done. if this is what i think it is, im going to fucking kill you.

“Hi, Aurora!” Nico smiled; it was endearing, the way it dimpled his cheeks and crinkled his eyes. He stood up to give her a hug and pulled the chair out for her.

“Nico,” she said, “It’s nice to see you! Although I’m a little caught off-guard, I’m not gonna lie.”

He scrunched his brows. “Oh? What do you mean?”

“Nicole didn’t tell you?” She paused, examining his confused expression, and sighed. “She didn’t tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

“Look, Nico, I don’t know what Nicole told you to get you to come here, but this is not that. I thought I was meeting her for dinner, but it seems this has been some sort of setup. I’m really sorry if that’s not what you were expecting. Especially after waiting for me, which, I hope she at least did you the courtesy of passing along the message that I was running late?”

“She did,” Nico said.

“Well, at least there’s that,” she sighed, “I know you’re a great guy and everything, but I’m really not looking to date. At all. I mean, even if I was, I don’t date coworkers. I’m really sorry. She shouldn’t’ve done this. We can just call this a night if you want.”

Nico let a brief flicker of disappointment cross his face before schooling his expression into a soft smile. “Well, I mean, we’re already here, and you look like you might need a drink and some food. We can just have dinner as friends. Or colleagues if that’s what you prefer. I don’t mind either way. It’s up to you.”

Her stomach rumbled, reminding her of just how long it had been since she’d last eaten.

“Yeah, okay,” she said, “I’m pretty hungry, and I was really looking forward to the gnocchi.”

Despite the way the evening started, Aurora admits she had a good time. Nico was easy to talk to: open, attentive, and responsive. Maybe it was just the bottle of wine they shared, but it was rare for her to get as comfortable with someone so quickly as she did with Nico. How quickly they were both willing to share the deeply personal stories they usually kept to themselves.

Nico talked about what it was like to leave his family and move to a new country as a teenager. He shared stories of his siblings and his childhood in Switzerland. He confided in Aurora about the pressures and joys of being named an NHL captain so young.

Something about Nico made her feel safe enough to share her life story. It was rare for her to talk about her son with someone who was practically a stranger. But she found herself telling Nico about the ex-boyfriend who broke her heart at the age of 20, disappearing when she was in the third trimester of her pregnancy. 

Nico indulged her by asking her question after question about Theo; admittedly, it’s always her favorite topic of conversation. Nico seemed genuine when he mentioned that he looked forward to meeting him, even going as far as offering to take her son skating for the first time. It was a nice thought, but she didn’t think he would follow through on it.

The time passed quickly, and soon, her phone alarm was alerting her that it was time to relieve the babysitter. 

“Ah, shit,” Aurora said, “I need to get going.”

“No problem. Do you need a ride?” Nico asked, smiling warmly.

“No, it’s okay. Should we get the check?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Nico said, shaking his head, “I got this.”

“Come on,” she prodded.

“No, no. I feel bad; you were absolutely ambushed today. It’s the least I could do.”

The earnestness on his face made her pause, eventually relenting. “Okay, fine. Thank you.”

“No problem! I’m serious, though. I would really like to be friends. And I would love to take Theo skating.” He took out his phone and handed it over. “Here, type in your number, and we’ll figure out a time to make it happen.”

“Okay,” she said. She felt warm and bubbly; his smile settled her for some reason.

Later that night, after she had gotten home and checked in on her son, she responded to the two unread messages on her phone.

From [Unknown number]: It’s Nico! Lemme know if you got home okay! When do you wanna do skating? To Nico 😈: home! weekends are usually a good bet for us. especially before the reg season starts. From Nico 😈: How’s next Sunday? Maybe after practice. I can reserve some ice time at the rink.

From Nicole 💁🏼‍♀️: he thinks you’re cute! you should give it a shot. he’s a really good guy. To Nicole 💁🏼‍♀️: i know you were trying to help, but that was kinda fucked. he IS a great guy, and i think we WILL be good friends. but i’m still really pissed that you ambushed me like that. From Nicole 💁🏼‍♀️: i’m sorry. i didn’t think it through. To Nicole 💁🏼‍♀️: it’s okay. just don’t do it again.

II. THE PRESENT

[two years later]

Aurora watches as Nico chases Theo around the rink; with all the time he spends on the ice with Nico, he’s getting so good. As they skate past, Nico slows to send her a smile. She waves back.

She hears someone sit down in the seat next to her, and she doesn’t need to even turn to check who.

“Teddy’s getting good,” Nicole says.

“Yeah, he is.” Her gaze never leaves the boys going round and round the ice.

“Must be all the help he’s getting from our dearest Captain,” she laughs.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, you know.” She knocks her shoulder into Aurora’s. “First overall. Captain of the NHL team. Not everyone gets dedicated skating lessons from someone like that.”

Aurora doesn’t respond to that, but she does let her eyes drift over the other players on the ice: Curtis with his kids, Erik with his kids, Brendan with his kids… She swallows the lump in her throat. 

“When are you and Jesp gonna have kids?” she asks.

“Shut up,” Nicole laughs, “You’re deflecting.”

“Deflecting from what?”

“Fine, we can talk about something else,” Nicole sighs. “When are you going to start dating again?”

“Oh my god, I can’t believe we have to go over this again. I don’t want to date. At all.”

“Oh, come on,” she whines, “Teddy’s seven already. It’s time. When was the last time you even got laid?”

Aurora doesn’t respond, focusing on the squeals of laughter and the scraping of blades on ice.

“Rory, I just want you to be happy,” Nicole continues gently.

“I am happy. I’ve got a great kid who I love,” she grinds out, “I just want to focus on him. He’s enough.”

“I know, Rory. Of course, he is, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t want more.”

“Well, I don’t,” she pouts. She knows it doesn’t come off nearly as resolute as she intends it to.

“I don’t believe you,” Nicole says; she sounds so sure. “You’re a romantic, Rory. You’re always reading those books and watching the shows and movies.”

When Aurora doesn’t respond, she sighs, adding, “When are you going to stop punishing yourself? And don’t say that you’re not. I know you still beat yourself up about it. You’re a great mom, Aurora. You can still be a great mom while dating.”

They let the silence linger.

“I don’t want to introduce new people into Theo’s life. I don’t want to have to explain to him why these men come and go from our lives,” she responds finally.

“Things don’t have to happen like that, you know?”

“Like what?”

“New guys coming and going.”

“What do you mean?”

“It doesn’t have to be someone new at all,” Nicole says carefully.

Aurora finally tears her eyes away from the rink and finds Nicole’s eyes boring into her own. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Oh, come on, Aurora,” she says, rolling her eyes, “Be so fucking for real right now.”

Aurora just keeps glaring at her.

“Okay, fine, be like that,” Nicole huffs. “Be honest, how much time do you two spend with Nico? Like, every day when he’s not on a road trip, right? Nico’s down as his second emergency contact at school. He was a new guy at one point, but he sure isn’t going anywhere.”

“Nico’s different,” Aurora says, grinding her teeth together as she turns back towards the ice. 

Her eyes immediately find Nico; he’s leaning over the bench so casually, so easily, as he helps Theo with his water bottle. When he looks up, his gaze locks with hers as if he knows exactly where to look. He smiles, and she can see his dimples even from here. She feels herself smiling back. A laugh bubbles in the column of her throat when he turns back to stick his tongue out at her son.

Nicole snorts. “Yeah, he’s different, alright.”

“Yeah,” Aurora sighs, not at all picking up on the subtext. “He is. Not every guy is like him. God, I don’t even know if there are any guys like him.”

Nicole hums, “Uh-huh. So, why won’t you date Nico?”

Aurora’s head whips around so fast she has to blink at her friend for a second.

“Nico’s a really good friend. That’s it. And that’s all it will ever be,” she bites out.

“You know, he agreed to go on that date with—” She cuts herself off when she sees Aurora’s glare. “Okay, I know we don’t talk about it, but just hear me out. He wanted to go on that date with you. He’s into you.”

“Yeah, he was,” Aurora says, shaking her head. “That’s before he knew I had a full kid who I am responsible for 24 hrs a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. No one wants to walk into that situation. Someone like Nico definitely doesn’t want—”

“I’m gonna cut you off right there,” Nicole says. “Nico literally has lunch with you at work most days he’s here. He takes Teddy skating as much as he can. He goes with you two to museums, or zoo, or whatever, almost every week. He helps you make dinner and watches kid shows like Paw Patrol. Like, I just don’t understand why you refuse to see this, but he’s all in, Rory.”

Aurora feels her throat tighten and tries to cool the heat in her cheeks.

“Yeah, as I said. Nico’s a great person. He’s probably the best person I know. But he’s a 25-year-old NHL player. He doesn’t even date ‘cause he wants to focus on his career. He certainly doesn’t want to be tied down to a family already.”

“Oh my god,” Nicole laughs humorlessly, “Like, serious! Do you hear yourself?”

Aurora just keeps glaring back at her.

Nicole shakes her head. “You know, he used to date, right? Or, at least, hook up. Jesper says he hasn’t seen Nico pick up in well over a year. What do you think that’s about? You got an excuse for that, too?”

And for once, she doesn’t know how to respond. She didn’t know that. She has always assumed that he didn’t pick up when she was around, so she can let loose a little without having to worry about Theo too much, knowing that Nico has her back. She has always assumed that he hooked up on the road. And she doesn’t know what to do with this information.

Luckily, she doesn’t need to, as a loud thump makes her jump.

Theo’s banging on the glass in front of her with the biggest grin on his face. Nico leans against the glass a few feet over, beaming at him.

“Hi, mama!” he yells, “Nicki’s teaching me how to use my edges better when I skate backward. See?” 

He grins so wide before he puts his hands in front of him, tongue poking out of the side of his mouth, as he begins to wiggle. Aurora admits she has no idea what she’s looking for, but she smiles and cheers all the same. Her eyes flit over to Nico, and he’s tapping his stick; she recognizes the proud look on his face.

She looks away quickly, only to catch Theo losing an edge and falling to the ice. It makes her breath catch every time. Nico raps his knuckles on the glass twice before skating over to check on him. By the time he gets there, Theo’s already back on his feet, doing little hops.

She watches as Nico bends down to talk with him. They skate another lap before heading towards the exit together. She watches as Theo hops up onto the bench, and Nico kneels down to unlace his skates for him. She doesn’t know what they are chatting about, but Theo’s being especially animated.

Aurora is startled when she hears Jesper behind her; she has forgotten Nicole’s there.

“You ready to go, älskling?” he says, bending down to give her a kiss before sending Aurora a smile. “Hi, Rory.”

“Yep!” Nicole stands up, her hands sliding easily into his. She smiles at Aurora. “See ya later, yeah? Think about what I said?”

“No,” she laughs, sticking her tongue out like her son does, “Bye, you blond assholes.”

She watches Nico and Theo go down the tunnel together. Theo’s holding Nico’s hand despite telling her that holding hers was embarrassing; she tries not to be a little hurt by that. She sighs and makes her way over to the locker room. 

It doesn’t take long for them to emerge, still sweaty. Theo can’t shower at the rink, so Nico usually also skips the shower so she doesn’t have to wait. Theo chats excitedly on the way to the car. Aurora and Theo had moved into Nico’s apartment building, a few floors down, not long after they had met, so they will carpool occasionally. Those days are always Theo’s favorite.

They hit traffic on the way back, and Theo’s questions and musings gradually fade out until he passes out in the back seat. Nico and Aurora sit in companionable silence for the rest of the drive, both happy to let the kid sleep.

It does mean that Theo is cranky when he is awakened from his nap, refusing to walk and then refusing to let go of Nico to let him shower in his own apartment. She sends him an apologetic look, but he just smiles and shrugs as he carries her son back to their apartment, Theo’s cheek resting on Nico’s shoulder as he blinks at his mom lazily.

She makes dinner as the boys shower, singing and dancing along to a playlist they have been adding to for two years. She feels, more than hears, Nico returning to the kitchen, his hand on her hip, a warm presence at her back, as he watches her stir the creamy chicken pasta. He steals bites off the spatula every now and then, laughing at her mock horror.

Theo has lost all the energy he was filled with only a few hours prior, and it makes dinner a battle. She feels guilty about the way Nico bargains with him to eat the vegetable. She should be able to get Theo to eat his dinner without help, and she knows she absolutely could do it, but it’s nice to have the help. 

Besides, Theo wasn’t in the mood to listen to anything she had to say, always looking to Nico for guidance instead. Asking Nico for his bedtime story when the time came for it.

She’s not jealous, anything but. It fills her heart with warmth to see her son so smitten with her best friend. But that doesn’t stop the ache that fills her chest: this could’ve been Theo with his father. He should be getting this with his father. And it’s her fault he isn’t. Every day, Theo grows a little bit more as a person, and while it’s bittersweet, she always wonders if he would be different if he had a dad. If her mistakes are holding him back.

Aurora is startled out of her thoughts when she hears her son’s voice get progressively louder and more upset. She rushed into his room.

“Why not?” Theo whines, his voice wet with tears and his bottom lip trembling.

“Bärli, I—” Nico says, voice wavering and raw. When he turns towards her, he looks white as a sheet, his eyes darting back and forth between Aurora and her son. 

“What happened?” she hisses at him as he stands up to give her space on the bed.

“I—I really don’t know. He asked—Never mind, not important right now,” he whispers, nodding at Theo, who is now bawling. 

She rushes to her son’s side and pulls him into her arms, shushing him. She presses soft kisses to his forehead and just holds him until his sobbing subsides. Eventually, he tires himself out enough, hiccuping occasionally as his eyes drift close and his body grows heavy. Once she’s sure he’s asleep, she slips out of the room.

Nico is leaning against the wall in the hallway, worrying at his lip. His head snaps up as soon as he hears her exit the room. She pulls him out of the hallway and into the kitchen, the furthest place from her son’s bedroom.

“What the fuck happened in there?” she whispers.

Nico presses the palms of his hands to his eyes. “He asked me—Fuck—He asked me if I was his dad. Obviously, I said no. And then he got really upset, and I don’t know why. I have no idea what happened.”

“What do you mean he asked—How did that even come up?”

“I don’t know,” Nico sighs, finally looking at her. His brows are pinched tight, dark strands of hair falling like a curtain around wet eyes. “He was saying something about the kids at school all having dads. And then he asked me if I had a dad. And then he just asked me, ‘Are you my dad?’ And then he kept asking me why not. Like, ‘Why don’t you wanna be my dad?’ What the fuck am I supposed to say to that, Aurora?” His voice breaking at the end.

She feels the claws of panic dig into her chest, sharp pain in her sternum as her head spins. Technically, it’s not the first time he’s asked that. He used to ask about ‘dads’ a lot when he was a toddler; before he really understood what the word ‘dad’ meant. He hadn’t brought it up in years so she had assumed he was over it.

“Fuck,” she breathes.

“Rory, stop. Don’t apologize.” He pauses and takes a deep breath. He runs his fingers through his beard, a nervous tick she has seen enough times to set her on edge. “When are you going to tell him, Aurora? He deserves to know.”

She clenches her jaw. This is not the first time they’ve talked about this.

“We’ve talked about this, Nico,” she says.

“I know we have, but you’re being selfish, Rory. You should’ve seen his face. He thinks no one wants him.”

Aurora’s heart clenches, the panic spreading through her whole body. She feels the sweat prickling at her back, her neck, her forehead; it makes her itchy all over.

Nico is still talking. “He doesn’t understand why everyone else he knows has two parents, and he doesn’t. He thinks I don’t want him. And I can’t—”

“You can’t what, Nico? Because you don’t have to do anything. You’re right. He’s not your son. What I do or do not tell him is none of your business. You can think I’m selfish, you can think I’m a bad mother, you can think whatever you like. It was none of your business then. It’s none of your business now. It won’t be your business ever,” Aurora hisses, her chest heaving as she rants.

The silence hangs between them, thick and stifling.

“I don’t think I can keep doing this,” Nico says, voice so small and so raw.

And if she felt hot before, she doesn’t anymore; the words feel ice cold in her ears. She’s plunged into freezing water, falling through pristine ice into a frozen lake. Her fingers feel numb where the nails dig into her palms. 

“Can’t keep doing what, Nico?” her voice sounds foreign even to her own ears.

He doesn’t answer.

“Can’t keep doing what?” she says, louder, “because I didn’t ask you to do anything, be anything. Don’t worry; you’re under no obligation to be anything to him. So, if you can’t put up with this anymore, then just leave. I won’t be upset. I won’t be anything at all. Because you’re right, you—”

“Schätzli, stop,” he interrupts firmly, “that’s not what I said.” He reaches for her, but she shrugs him off.

“Maybe. Maybe not. But I heard what you meant. I’m fucking up his life, right? Fucked up my own, practically was a teen mom. But that’s not enough. I’m not enough for him.” She doesn’t even register the tears streaming down her face.

“Schätzli—Aurora, please. You know that’s not what I meant,” Nico says, and he might be crying too. His hand keeps coming up, reaching for her, before going back to hanging limply by his side.

“You don’t get to tell me how to parent my son, Nico. You don’t get to tell me that I’m fucking it up.” The words spill out of her mouth, and she has no control over it anymore. Through the tears, she can’t even see his face anymore, can’t see the heartbreak in those brown eyes she loves so much. “You don’t get to say this shit, Nico. Because you’re not his dad. You’re not his anything.”

She hears what may be a sob, but she can’t tell if it’s coming from her own mouth.

“Schätzli,” he whispers, “You don’t mean that.”

“It’s the truth, isn’t it?” she says, wiping her eyes. 

“Aurora, please, come on. You know that’s not true. You can’t say that after the past—” He takes a breath. “I know this is hard for you. But I’m trying to be here for you. To be what you need.”

“What are you trying to say,” she whispers.

“You have to know I would be anything you asked me to be. You can’t possibly not know that by now.” 

“I’ve never asked you to be anything. To me. Or to him. And if you can’t understand that we don’t need anything from you, then you should just leave,” she says through clenched teeth.

“Schätzli,” he pleads.

“Please just—just go.”

“Aurora, I want to be there for you. Both of you. I love Theo. I love—”

“Don’t,” she warns.

Nico sighs. “It’s always been fine that you don’t want me like that. I don’t care about that. It’s fine. But this… This makes me feel kinda fucking used, Aurora. This makes me feel like you think I’m nothing to you. No one. And that’s—Fuck—You need to decide what you want.”

“I’m asking you to leave,” she says through gritted teeth.

“Okay. Fine, I hear you. God, I’m so—” He stops himself, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling for a moment before continuing, “Fuck. Yeah. Okay. I’ll go. I’m leaving.”

Aurora doesn’t respond; she just keeps looking at the floor until he finally sighs and walks out of her apartment. When the door clicks shut, she slides down the wall and sobs into her hands.

III. THE FUTURE

The next few days pass excruciatingly slowly. It’s the longest Nico and Aurora have gone without talking in the two years they’ve known each other. He opens the text thread with Aurora countless times: typing and deleting, typing and deleting, before giving up. Every time he steps into the apartment building’s elevator, he stares at the button for her floor, but he never presses it.

Nico finds himself checking his phone so often that the boys have begun to notice and chirp him for it. He has never had a problem with focus before, always pouring himself into hockey when things go awry. It’s usually the one thing that keeps him centered, but for the past few days, it always feels as if his skates are too tight, the edges too dull, or his stick too short. 

It all grinds to a halt when he sees the missed calls, voicemails, and texts from Aurora after an unsuccessful pre-game nap.

It’s Saturday, and Aurora’s exhausted. She can’t remember the last time a week has gone so poorly. For the past few days, it’s felt like everything in her life has been moved one foot to the left: out of place and disorienting. She has been lying awake at night thinking about Nico, playing their conversation over and over again in her head, pouring over the past two years. Every morning, she wakes up feeling more tired than the day before.

Theo’s not been much better. He has been grumpy and whiny. It seems like nothing she does can cheer him up. He asks her at least ten times a day about Nico: where he has been, what he is up to, if we can call him, and when we will see him next. It has been tearing her up inside that she doesn’t have an answer for Theo.

She has only known Nico for two years, and, between away games and the summers, it’s not like they are together every day. She shouldn’t feel his absence so acutely, but she does. She finds herself looking at the empty chair at her dining table and his empty spot on the couch; she feels the ghost of Nico so acutely. It hurts like a phantom limb, a gaping hole in her life, and she doesn’t know what to do about it.

Aurora thinks she’s holding it together until she isn’t.

When it happens, she doesn’t think anything of it. It’s hockey. She’s seen Theo fall during hockey countless times. It looks like any other fall until Theo starts crying, still lying on the ice, clutching his hand. And it’s as if the entire universe focuses in on that one point.

She doesn’t remember getting up from her seat and running down to the bench. She doesn’t remember the conversation with the U8 coach. She doesn’t remember the walk to the car, clutching him so tightly to her chest, despite the fact that he is far too heavy for her to carry now. 

She’s trying to calm herself down enough to drive to the hospital, head on the steering wheel, gasping for air, when she hears her son speak up.

“Mama,” Theo says, voice wet and wavering.

“Yes, baby?” she manages to respond.

“Mama, it’s okay. I’m going to be okay. Nico always tells me, when I’m sad or hurt, to take deep breaths. I think you might need to take some deep breaths, Mama,” he says between quiet sobs.

It makes her chest feel cracked open and raw; it takes everything in her body to tamp down the sob that threatens to spill out.

“When did you get so grown up?” she says, her voice sounding thin and reedy.

“Mama, I’m 7. Nico says I’m a big boy now.”

Aurora swallows around the tightness in her throat and tries to take three deep breaths before starting the drive to the hospital. 

The panic only subsides long enough to get them to the hospital. By the time they receive the X-ray results, she can hardly process what they are saying. The words “broken arm” and “no surgery” ring loudly in her ears. 

Somewhere in her consciousness, she knows she calls Nico. She knows it’s a game day, knows his routine. But some part of her hoped hearing his voice would make things alright, even just a little bit. She calls a few times, pushing down the disappointment when he doesn't answer. It’s a game day. She knows the routine.

She is sitting in the waiting room, staring at her hands clutched tightly in her lap, when she hears Nico’s voice call her name. 

She blinks and feels a pair of warm hands envelop hers.

“Hey,” Nico says, kneeling in front of her. “Hey, Schätzli, it’s okay. You’re okay. I got you.”

She deflates like a balloon, tilting forward to tuck her face in his neck as sobs wrack her body. His solid arms envelop her, hands rubbing her back. He keeps murmuring in her ear, a combination of English and Swiss German. She has no idea how long they stay like that, but eventually, she feels the terror and panic begin to subside.

“Nico,” she says softly, “what are you doing here?”

“You called,” he says as if it was the simplest thing in the world. He squeezes her hands.

“Oh god, Nico. Don’t you have a game? What are you doing here? You shouldn’t—”

“Rory, it’s okay. I called out. I told Coach that an emergency came up. I wanted to make sure I was here for you if you needed it.”

“You’re skipping the game? For us?” She swallows down a sob. "For me?”

“Yes, Schätzli. Of course, I did.” He reaches a hand up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Is Theo okay?”

“Yeah,” she hiccups, “he’ll be okay. He broke his arm. And they’re just setting it and putting in a cast to make sure it heals right.”

“I’m so sorry, Schätzli.” 

His hand cradles her face gently, wiping at the tears as they fall. There is a long stretch of silence as she leans into his hand.

“How did you get in here? This is the family waiting room,” she asks.

Nico blushes and turns away, mumbling something.

“Sorry, what?”

“I told them I was his dad,” Nico mumbles, rambling, “I didn’t mean to—It’s just, they weren’t letting me in. They said it was family only. So I had to tell them that. I’m sorry; I totally overstepped. I didn’t mean to. I get it if you’re mad—”

Aurora reaches out a finger and presses it to his lips. He stops abruptly, eyes wide.

“It’s okay, Nico. I’m not upset,” she says. She takes a deep breath, and with sudden clarity, she asks, “Is that something you might want to be one day?”

“What?” he squeaks.

“Theo’s dad.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, God, I hope I’m not reading this wrong. But—Well, earlier this week, you said I needed to decide what I wanted. And I just kept thinking about that conversation and how unfair I was to you—to us—by totally underplaying the past two years. ‘Cause they’ve been two of the best years.

“Theo loves you. I love you. You are the second most important person in my life, and I’m sorry it took this mess of a week to realize that,” she sighs. “I don’t know what I’ve been so afraid of. Or what I was waiting for. But it’s so clear to me now that you have been there the whole time. You never asked or expected anything of me. And maybe I was taking advantage of that while hiding behind my past.

“I know I can raise Theo alone; I know I can do it. But I don’t want to do it alone anymore. I don’t want to do it alone if I could have you by my side instead. And, oh God,” she says, her eyes darting frantically across his face, “I really hope I’m not misreading things. Nicole keeps saying that you—I feel like I’m being—”

In an instant, his lips are on hers, warm and soft and insistent. She closes her eyes and lets herself melt into his embrace. The kiss is chaste, but it feels like everything finally snaps back into place. 

“God, Aurora. Schätzli. I would be whoever you want me to be. Whatever you’re ready for. I’ll be here. I’ve known that since the first time we met, Liebling.”

“God, Nico,” she says breathily, “I want everything.”

“Okay,” he smiles, “Everything it is. We can take it as slow as you’d like.”

“Haven’t we wasted enough time?”

He laughs, dimples appearing on his cheeks. “Fuck, I love you, Aurora.”

“I love you too, Nico,” she smiles.

They share a few chaste kisses. And they wait, Aurora wrapped in his steadying embrace, until the doctor finally comes to tell them that Theo is in a recovery room and is doing great.

When they walk into the room together, Theo immediately spots Nico and his eyes light up.

“Nico! You’re here!” he yells.

“Yeah, of course I am,” Nico says warmly, walking across the room to pull Theo into a tight hug.

“Where have you been? I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah, Bärli. I’m sorry.” He runs his fingers through Theo’s messy hair and smiles. “I’m here now. And I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”

He looks up, eyes meeting Aurora’s, and he smiles. And she never doubts for a second that he means it.

[iamthecomet]

comet, oh comet, imagine big strong mounty running to little bitty aurora to be the one to break his (very rare, very sudden, and very intense) heat. he'd practically smother her trying to beg her to help him, and she'd be forced to quickly learn to adapt and provide.

*rubs palms together evilly*

thats it, love you. mwah

Oh Pink, I am imagining.

900 words of desperate, fast, rough, mount/rora under the cut

His knees hit the floor hard, and at first Aurora is worried. Heart stuttering in her chest as she watches Mountain tumble. He collapses in front of her, at her feet. She pauses--nail polish bottle in hand. Half of her fingers painted a pretty pale lavender. She says his name, concern lacing through the syllables. She doesn’t smell it at first–she’ll blame the nail polish later. But when she does it’s enough to nearly knock her over. Strong, desperate. Mountain puts his big hands on her thighs and she realizes he’s about to beg. 

She doesn’t know what to do with that. Doesn’t know how to respond–doesn’t really know how to give him what he wants. What does he want? She’s woefully underprepared for this. 

“Mount,” she says, capping her nail polish, setting it aside. “I don’t–maybe Cirrus is around and–”

The noise Mountain makes breaks her heart. He shakes his head. “Doesn’t want Cirrus, wants you.” 

“Your heat?” she asks. She wants to touch him. Needs to. But doesn’t want to smudge her nails–or worse get polish in his hair. But the situation is too dire–she needs to. 

She presses her palm to his cheek. He’s burning up. Skin damp beneath her fingers. She strokes her thumb over his temple, under his eye, along the sharp ridge of his cheekbone. 

He nuzzles against her, just that little touch causing his eyes to flutter. 

“Please,” he whispers again. “Please, I need, please you have to–”

The begging sends a shot of unease through her–she has to get him to stop. In normal circumstances she loves it. Satanas she could make Swiss beg all day–but this? She feels some sort of undue pressure. He is placing his heat in her hands and she isn’t sure she’s capable of breaking it. 

He presses his lips to her palm, then pulls away enough that he can take two of her fingers into his mouth. Tongue rough against the pads of them, laving. Drooling. 

Warmth unspools in her gut as she watches him. 

“You have to talk to me Mount–have to tell me what you need from me so I can–”

He’s on her before she can finish the words. Pushing himself up from the floor to flatten her against the bed, slotting between her legs. She feels her tacky nails stick to the bedspread. There isn’t time to worry about it because Mountain’s tongue is in her mouth. She’s caged in by him, pinned. She’s never felt so small. 

Her stomach swoops. This isn’t always what she goes for–being manhandled, pinned, used. But maybe she should do it more often. She melts into it, lets Mountain ravage her mouth with his tongue, licking deep like he wants to crawl inside of her. 

Hands coming up to grasp her ribs, fingers digging in. Like he’s unable to do anything except hold on. 

Aurora lets him kiss her breathless for a while, enjoying it, letting him hump uselessly against her thigh. Feeling how hard and hot he is through his pants. She has to to take mercy on him eventually. Wiggling free enough to divest herself of her shirt. She tries to get to her sleep shorts—she can’t with the way Mountain has her pinned. And he’s past listening. Mouth dipping to latch onto one of her nipples. 

She arches into him. Mind fizzling out for a moment as his teeth graze over her. As he bites down just hard enough and pleasure and pain fuse together. 

It’s a whirlwind. She could probably get him to slow down–could probably wrest some of this control back. Shove him onto the bed. Ride him until he cries. But she finds she doesn’t want to. She wants this. Wants Mountain’s clumsy, heat-addled, hands all over her. Wants to be held down and fucked. 

He maneuvers her like it’s nothing. Has he always been this big? She’s on her stomach before she has a chance to react–her shorts ripped down, just enough to expose her cunt. She knows she’s dripping. Can feel the slick on her thighs. Mountain inhales sharply. He hesitates. 

She wonders what battle he’s fighting. The urge to bury his face between her thighs and have a taste? Or just bury himself inside. His own brain fighting with his heat. 

She knows which one will win–but she presses up onto her knees anyway, and wiggles her hips. She slips a hand down to roll her clit between her fingers. For show as much as for relief. She drops her head to the bed. Ass up, face down. 

The way Mountain growls at the sight sends a sharp spike of arousal through her. 

She’s going to cum so hard she’s going to black out–she already knows it. 

When Mountain’s heat wins–because of course he does–and he pushes the fat head of his cock into her cunt without warning, she keens. Shoving back against him, wanting all of it, needing it. She’ll be the one begging soon–begging for more. Begging for him to fuck her so hard she never thinks again. 

Mountain pins her down with a hand on the back of her neck and sets a pace that she knows will have them both cumming in a matter of minutes.

She digs her fingers into her pillow and watches as little smears of lavender appear from her nail polish. 

It’ll be a bitch to clean. 

She couldn’t care less. 

[gravehags]

ghouls and bloodlust (f!reader - nsfw)

obsessed with the idea that the ghouls drink blood, not for survival necessarily but just for the pleasure of it

Dewdrop - Loves biting into the meat of your breast and if you'll allow it, he'll drink from there too, tongue passing over your nipple in sweet little strokes as he diligently laps up your blood. He ruts into the bedcovers, the couch, your leg - anything to bring himself over the edge from the taste of you

Swiss - Is a total romantic about it - loves to visit you at night like a vampire and drink from your neck. The hand that's not cradling your head will wander over your body, delighting in the goosebumps he causes. He's shameless about his moaning as he drinks, letting you know exactly what you do to him and how good you taste

Phantom - Will sit on the couch in between your spread legs and drink from your wrist, gripping you just a little too hard and too eager, and whimpering when you murmur in his ear how good he's behaving for you. You know he's desperate when he blindly reaches for your free hand and places on the tent of his pants. Between how good you taste and the firm pressure of your palm, he doesn't last long

Aether - Wants you face to face with him so he'll have you in his lap cockwarming him while he drinks from your neck, every once in a while his hips languidly shifting upwards to fuck into you and make you gasp, make your heart race. Both his hands grip at your hips, keeping you from squirming and making you wait until he's had his fill before he has his way with you

Rain - Loves to drink from you while you're both in the bath, your back to his front, steam swirling off the water and his fingers slipping under the surface to curl inside of you. He's always careful but sometimes he'll let a drop or two slide down your neck and over your chest to hit the water - just to watch the way it blooms on the surface as you arch backwards against him

Mountain - Likes to embrace the primal play aspect of it and will let you loose in the abbey or on the grounds and stalk you in the dark. He likes getting your blood riled up - claims it tastes different - and when he sneaks up behind you and pushes you against the wall, you don't even have time to scream before his lips are on your neck and his hand is between your legs

Sunshine - A notorious nibbler, she'll leave bites scattered across your body and you never know where she'll drink from next but you delight in the teasing way she drags her fangs across your pliant flesh, vicious little grin on her face. When she bites you in the ass - hard - you shriek with laughter, completely forgetting about the pain as she giggles and laps at the wounds she leaves behind.

Cirrus - Like Mountain, she likes getting your blood when it's riled up and her favorite way is to drink from you while you fuck. She'll bend you over the bed, strap pumping ruthlessly inside you as she grabs your hair, bowing you backwards and driving her cock deeper within you. With one hand wrapped around your throat she bites hard at the junction of your neck and shoulder and fuck it hurts but your clit throbs. Not once does she slow the pace of her hips while she devours you.

Cumulus - Loves to soften you up beforehand - she'll graciously invite you to her room and have you strip down to climb on the bed so she can give you a massage. You often tease her that she's tenderizing your meat which earns you a sharp slap on the ass. When she finally does drink from you, your body deliciously loose and pliant, it's with both of your legs entwined beneath the soft duvet, your fingers clinging to her white blonde curls while she peppers you with coppery kisses in between sips

Aurora - Like Sunshine, and absolutely vicious little biter. Despite her petite stature she'll tackle you onto the bed with alarming force, tearing at your clothes with painted claws (hope you didn't like that pair of underwear.) When she's got you naked and spread open, she settles on her belly between your thighs to lick and suck her way to the heat of you. When she's brought you close to your first orgasm of the night she pulls back and her jaw closes on the soft flesh of your inner thigh. Not one to abandon you, she'll slide her fingers in as she drinks - steadily fucking you and curling beautifully inside you.

[miss-multi45]

OK hear me out, I had an idea : what if reader presented herself as innocent, nice, you know like big doe eyes and all. So the ghouls assume she is a poor innocent lamb in need of protection. UNTIL one day, some guy just takes it too far with her and just as the ghouls are about to jump in to protect her, she becomes ABSOLUTELY FERAL and maims the guy.

How would the ghouls react, do you think ?

P.S : I love all your writings <3

gonna go with the idea that reader's a ghoulette in this. thank you for the ask, sweetheart.

a/n: cw/tw: gore and mentions of sexual stuff

A noise between a trill and a growl comes from the ghoul's throat when the guy starts making comments about how he'd like to see you in pretty white lace lingerie, but before creep could touch you, his blood had painted your body like the lingerie in his imagination...

swiss

fanboying.

screams "OH FUCK YES GIRL!"

and parades about the ministry with you in his arms bridal style meanwhile there is still blood on your body.

he doesn't care less about the blood, he's a fucking ghoul.

he just wants to brag about you to the entire ministry.

sodo

raises his eyebrows in slight shock, but then walks towards you with his hand raised for a high five.

tail is wagging, and he gives you head scritchies which makes you purr and nuzzle against him.

disposes of the body which means the ghouls and ghoulettes ate the dead body.

what? sometimes they eat people..

rain

slightly shocked by the sudden blood spray, but then he just shakes himself off like a cat and drags you away from the scene to craft an alibi.

sticks with leaving the guy outside to rot while he makes hot chocolate for the ghouls and they all watch Rite Here Rite Now in the ghoul den.

phantom

he got angry when the guy started making comments about your boobs, like really angry, asking if they were warm and squishy.

how dare he, phantom, the ghouls, and the ghoulettes were the only ones allowed to know that and see your plush boobies (lol) in all their glory.

so he wasn't at all upset when you clawed the incel's neck open with those dazzling claws of yours, watching as he slumped onto the floor with a sea of blood gushing out.

you kissed over his dead body.

mountain

anyone who doesn't respect the lovely ladies of the ministry and the entire universe is automatically on mountain's kill list.

happy when you killed the shithead and growled at his dead body, that's his girl.

cleaned you up while you were swinging your legs and gave him smoochies.

aether

was standing behind the fuckface ready to take him out when you beat him to it.

leaned over his body, examining the injuries.

"good punch." he said before walking away with your bloodied hand in his.

omega

watching from a distance, leaning forward on a bench with his hands clasped together.

he was growling under his breath, his eyes flashing with bloodlust whenever the man smirked suggestively at his pretty little ghoulette.

proud when you tore him to shreds yourself, like yes queen girliepop we love to see it.

aurora taught him that slang

alpha

we all know he's teasing, smug and possessive.

which means he's walking towards you, and when he reaches you he grips your hip with one hand and your waist with the other.

chuckles when you swing at the guy, resulting in blood spraying all over you and alpha, but alpha didn't give two shits about the blood. he was just proud of his girl.

ifrit

the guy's digging himself a grave, teasing a cute and innocent ghoulette like you when he didn't know you had a big, bad, and sexy ghoul mate waiting to sink his teeth into his neck.

he was incredibly flabbergasted when you dealt with it yourself, and walked over to your with his hands slightly raised in disbelief.

gives you the most amazing head that night as a reward for your good work.

aurora

she was sat on a bench, sipping her strawberry boba while holding your blueberry boba in her other hand.

she had just gotten her claws done with you, as you were having a girls day out.

screams "THAT'S MY FUCKING GIRL SLAY THAT MAN QUEEN!" when you kill the dude bothering a clearly lesbian ghoulette.

cirrus

leaning against a wall when she saw the bland concrete being splattered with ruby red blood and thought something had happened to you.

but no, it was just her pretty little pillow princess tearing a man to shreds for making inappropriate comments and gestures to her.

walks over and kicks the dead guy, then swings you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes back to the ministry.

cumulus

what the fuck??

she left you for two seconds, TWO seconds, and a guy was already trying to get in your pants?

satan on a fucking enchilada, human men were annoying.

but all that irritation was killed at the same time he was, and she just stood there in a proud girlfriend stance.

mist

UGH, this is why the only men mist hangs out with are the ghouls, brothers of sin, and the papas.

has a visible expression of disgust on her face when the fuckhead starts talking about how he thinks that women were made to serve their husbands, and you had the same expression as her.

so you quickly shut him up with claws to the chest which cut through his heart in no time, prancing over to your girlfriend and giving her an innocent peck on the cheek.

[aestheticpearl]

— ‘look at me, look at me, i’m naked.’

characters. cirrus, cumulus, aurora

themes. SMUT

[warnings] strap-on, oral, fingering, marking, spanking

[gender neutral reader]

ghouls

a/n: i couldn’t resist hehehe

➳ cirrus

soft dom

loves being on top

there will be a strap-on involved

doesn’t matter what you have going on down there

fuck she knows how to use it too

“you just love it when i fuck you huh?”

amazing with her fingers

pants more than moans

gropes your body like no tomorrow when fucking you

love handles will always be sore after a session with her

not a huge fan of marking you up but will do it if you ask

she’ll give plenty of spanks if you’re being naughty

but she’s never too harsh on you

talks you through it

“that feel good?”

you let out a whine that is music to cirrus’ ears.

“you love letting me destroy you huh?”

her hips move and grind against yours as she hits a spot inside you that has you seeing stars. your mind practically goes blank and all you can think about is how good she’s making you feel.

“there! right there cirrus!”

“right here? you want me to abuse this spot inside you?” you nod desperately at her words.

cirrus moves your hips to a better angle which allows her to hit the spot with ease. she reaches her hand between to two of you and starts using those magic hands of hers and it nearly sends you over the edge.

➳ cumulus

pillow princess

body worship

so so gentle

she loves taking it slow

loves to feel you against her

favorite position is definitely lotus

praises you like no tomorrow

“that’s it pretty thing, so good for me”

not super vocal but when she is she whines

like to leave hidden marks on your chest or inner thighs

almost never on your neck surprisingly

also has magic fingers

loves making out while you grind your hips against her

loves getting her hair pulled when she goes down on you

cumulus tucks a piece of stray hair behind your ear as you both mindlessly grind your hips against each other, moving in all the right ways.

“you always make me feel so good baby.” she says cupping your cheek.

the praise makes your head spin and you move so you’re hovering above her and you hold her leg up for better access.

“tell me how good i’m making you feel”

she lets out a strangled moan before responding.

“so so good”

“that’s right, only i can make you feel this amazing.” you say as you move faster.

➳ aurora

she’s a lil freak

acts all innocent but is an absolute freak in the sheets

will have you switch positions maybe fifteen times

loves giving head

and is amazing at giving head

would stay between your legs forever if you’d let her

“your taste is the best thing on this planet and it’s the only thing i desire”

loves to paint your body in markings

thighs, neck, chest, hell even your stomach if you’d let her

she goes feral for markings

like tying you up and sometimes likes being tied up herself

in the rare instance where she gives you control

loves when you’re begging

her moans sound heavenly

loves pinning you down while she does her thing

you’re a mess beneath her, you’ve lost count of how many orgasms she’s pulled out of you. you’re whole body aches in the best way possible so you’re really not complaining.

“you still with me my dear?” she says from on top of you.

you nod mindlessly without even thinking about it.

“tch, i think i’ve fucked you dumb” she giggles, clearly not even phased by how many times she herself as cum.

“i think you’ve got one more left for me, don’t ya?”

for a moment you hear exhaustion in her voice as you pull at your restraints.

“tsk tsk behave pet” 

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i couldn’t leave my ghoulettes out now could i?

.love always <3 pearl

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[mutt-sys]

Can we have some pet play ghoul writing then?!

Yes anon you may!!! As always minors please do not interact with this post, cw for pet play,if that makes you uncomfortable please be advised to scroll away!! Enjoy!!!!

The ghouls will have a day a week where they'll all get together and do a scene as a pack. It gives the pets time to socialize with each other and to play around and let all their loose energy out, the owners (Cirrus, Sunshine, Aether) will sit back and gossip until their pets decide they're needy enough.

Sometimes they'll let the pets have fun with each other, like for example!! Poor puppy Swiss fucking into Dew while Aether praises them through it, if Swiss does good enough then he'll be allowed to fuck Cirrus full.

The pets can get too rowdy sometimes, especially with the more softer ones like Rain and Aurora so oftentimes they'll be muzzled or leashed in order to not cause another mishap from happening. Swiss is usually the culprit of this, he gets too rowdy in his puppy mind and ends up biting the others too hard.

If he does get too rowdy then Mountain will shove him down and show him who's the bigger dog between the two of them, Swiss is usually whining and barking after he's been filled up quite a few times. Both dog's get treats afterwards and Swiss gets lots of pets and praises for being such a good boy for Mountain and taking his knot so well.

The softer ones like Rain, Aurora and Cumulus usually stick together. Rain will pamper both kitties by eating them out and fucking them full, it leaves both girls a purring mess and they love it. Rain will even allow Cumulus to fuck him if she wanted, he'll chitter and wag his tail while she fucks into him, sometimes Aurora will join and he'll eat her out.

Phantom and Swiss are just big dumb dogs, they'll wrestle and try and pin the other down to dominate him but usually Swiss end up on top. Occasionally Swiss will submit himself to Phantom and let him fuck his puppy knot into him as many times as he needs, sometimes Mountain will join and will fuck the losers throat full.

In the end though they all get their energy out one way or another and their owners are so proud, they'll clean their pets up and will praise them and shower them in affection and love while they're in a cuddle pile purring away. And every week they'll do this again, and they'll always get their love and affection no matter what.

[call-me-rucy]

Do you think Professor Layton and Sycamore are color coordinated? I suppose Descole and Layton have a cool vs warm color thing going but I wasn't sure if Sycamore's design related to Layton's design in any obvious way. I think I may be over looking something.

Hey, thanks a lot for this ask, this kind of questions are right up my alley! :D

Before diving in, a disclaimer. I'm not a character designer (although I draw as a hobby) so my info/insight on this matter is merely from the unhinged Layton fan perspective ^^

Second disclaimer: I have already a post that touches about this topic, which can be read here: link. But I believe I will be able to better articulate my thoughts on the topic this time, thanks to the question.

Basically, I believe Layton and Sycamore are indeed color coordinated! And I rise the bet: Sycamore had no right to have the same colours as Layton, but he does.

Here is an image where their palettes are compared. They’re identical!

I think it’s pretty clear they have the same colours, now let’s think, why??

Think of Luke, and Emmy, and Aurora. They all have their distinctive, separate colour patterns. Luke is designed in blue so it can even in tiny pixel distorted form be distingished from Layton at a glance. Emmy follows the same pattern. So why on earth would a character designer so worried about character differentiation give two characters the exact same colours? And more so when one of them is the very main character?! In other words: why isn’t Sycamore color coded green?? (Or white?? Or any other colour??)

And it’s not like it didn’t occur to the character designer. Look at the Decapolice cast, also by Nagano:

The answer I propose is this:

AZRAN LEGACY SPOILERS FOLLOW:

I think this is because the main character of the Professor Layton series is Hershel Layton. And that’s the character that owns the orangey-red and black pallette, the one who screams to us “main character”.

Let me explain: According to the story, the main character of the Layton series was going to be Hershel Bronev. And it is because of this original role of main character that he has the orangey-red and black pallette. And that's so fucking smart.

It would have been so easy to just give design pre-Hershel Layton as the one with the red-black pallete and give the other character another colour. But instead!! The colour goes with the role!! So when Theo takes the role of "Hershel" and "main character", he takes the colours associated with those things, too!!

And this is a bit more watsonian but Hershel gives up the name and the role but not the red-black combo cause they are no other colours for him. So Des keeps his colours (which from a doylistic perspective, he doesn't strictly have to) and Hershel uses Hershel's colours so they both use the same, and also they have the same hair colour and skin colour which totally makes sense. And the Bostonius is the same colour as the Laytonmobile. Because of course it is, they're the same thing!

So here's Desmond Sycamore, a design that copies the professor's main character energy on the basis that he was supposed to be it but is also inspired by Descole's design (see the purple buttons and the shoes) so you see him and he looks like the ultimate rival. (But also Nagano managed to despite using the same colours, make it enough visibly different?? Which is so hard??)

Meanwhile, in a darker timeline where they didn't think the designs as much:

Would still have screamed rival, yes, but it doesn't say "we're made of the same thing" as the true design does.

I think it's impressive, honestly. It's peak storytelling STRICTLY IN COLOUR CHOICES. I wish to be half as good writer/designer as whoever it was that made this call (Nagano or Hino).

And this concludes this session of infodumping. I hope you enjoyed if you stuck enough to read this far.

Thanks again for the question, sweet anon! <3

Please, everyone feel free to send more Layton inquires and/or add your own thoughts to this post. Cheers!

[pro-memoriia]

Please, Please PLEASE PLEASE CUMULUS HEADCANONS 🙏🙏🙏 MY WIIIFE (also. God, I love your content ily ily ily) (also also sfw or nsfw idm no pressureeee)

Thank you so muchhh 🥹🩷🛐 made my day tbh

Cumulus HC's

This girl is all about soft things. Hard to tell whether or not it's her sensory preferences (similar to Rain) or just her element.

Humongous. Pillow collection. A load of them in a circle on her bed. They make the ring of her nests.

She also has a big collection of beanie babies.

They sit on a shelf in her room. She really only takes them down one at a time if she or someone else wants to cuddle with one.

Her favorites are a collection of three rabbits named Hippity, Hoppity, and Floppity.

She loves bunnies, they're her favorite animal.

Has joined in with Mountain on begging Copia to let them get a rabbit or two.

Loves trampolines.

She bought one with her own money because she loves them.

She often takes the others out there for outdoor sleepovers on her trampoline. Mostly Mountain and Phantom.

Hates wild Berry pop tarts. And the cinnamon ones.

She loves the s'mores, fudge, and strawberry ones tho.

Enthusiastic Just Dance player.

Also knits. She and Mountain have knitting dates.

She likes the paint on the pottery that Mountain makes and gift it to him. He'll put flowers in them.

Top tier baker.

She's kind of a golden child to be honest. Likes she's just one of those people who's good at everything she tries.

She and Aurora are a couple of Pumpkin Spice Latte girlies (jokes). But they are bug Starbucks fans.

Always one of the firsts to be introduced to new summons because she's just more approachable and welcoming.

Sings opera in the shower. Sometimes Swiss will stand outside the bathroom and move his mouth and make gestures to pretend he's singing it while the others just sit and watch.

She loves Monster High.

Almost always has someone in her bed. She likes company while she's sleeping and she's a real cuddler.

She likes doing stuff with the mates' hair. She regularly uses masks and products on all their hair and styles them in fun ways.

NSFW below the cut.

She's super sensitive. All over. Everywhere. Just leave some feather light touches on her hips and thighs or rub her clit or nipples just a little and she'll moan.

She loves using her strap on. Like, a lot. On anyone.

Face sitting! Let her sit on your face! You'll both love it, I promise.

Not really one for degradation but there's always lots of praise.

She's touchy. Like her hands are all over the place. Groping and squeezing and rubbing and stuff. She's just super handsy.

If you have boobs, she'll probably just fondle them enthusiastically while smiling like it's not inappropriate. She honestly would probably do that with someone's balls too.

Will you let you titty fuck her and is actually very excited to do so, even if it's a fake dick.

Same with thigh fucking...

She loves using toys on her partner. Vibrators, dildos, plugs, etc. She just likes seeing the reactions and stuff.

If you praise her, she'll thank you. Like she's so polite. You'll just be fucking her or something and if you tell her she's taking it so well she's just moan or gasp out words of gratitude.

Takes you to Victoria's Secret with her to look for lingerie that would look good on you or her.

Loves domming people when wearing long dresses with a slit/s. It makes her feel like a goddess and she'll happily shove your face in her pussy.

She gives a lot of soft kisses when she's giving head. <3

She kinda does things casually... Like if you're watching a movie together, she might have her hand stroking your sex without even sparing you a single glance.

She likes when you sit under her piano to give her head.

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

I miss Cirrus, so here is me projecting on her but also giving her nice things I wish I had (loving cuddly partners)

Cirrus paces the lenght of her room, nervous energy keeping her from staying still. A strange mix of offense and guilt makes her stomach churn unpleasantly.

She should apologize.

Neither Rain, Aurora nor Swiss had deserved the way she snapped at them, spitting her frustration at their faces when they had nothing to do with it.

And yet here she is, locked in her room, her pride getting in the way of what she knows is the right thing to do.

She snarls at nothing in particular, made restless by her internal struggle. Cirrus doesn't know why it's so hard for her to apologize, even when she knows she's wrong. It's like her whole body locks at the idea, shame burning in her stomach ; even as she knows she is in the wrong, even as remorse twists her heart.

Her agitated musing is interrupted by a soft knock at her door.

"Cirrus ?"

Aether. Ever the peacemaker. Cirrus bites back the instinctive rebutal, takes a deep breathe in, and unlocks the door, letting the quint in.

Aether looks comfy, in his soft hoodie and sweatpants, hair ruffled like he ran his hand through it a few times. His eyes are wide, gentle, mouth half opened to spew reassurances Cirrus doesn't deserve. She speaks before he can.

"I fucked up, I know I did."

Aether sighs quietly.

"Yeah, alright, you did. But you can fix it."

Cirrus tugs the collar of her shirt up until she can tuck her chin uder it, a self soothing habit she never felt the need to shake off.

"...I know. I want to make things better, but..."

Aether coos in understanding, and selfishly, Cirrus sinks into his arms when he opens them, admitting to herself that she wants the comfort the quint offers.

"It's okay. You're okay."

"It's not. I was a dick and you're comforting me," Cirrus argues, though she keeps her face pressed to Aether's chest. It's a great chest, in her defense.

"You know you were wrong, you feel guilty about it. And you want to fix it. It's a good step already," Aether points out.

With a sigh, Cirrus decides to ask the question she's been avoiding since the quint knocked on her door.

"How are they ? Don't spare my feelings, tell me."

Her venom can cut deep, when she let it flow like she did, she knows it. Aether tightens his hold on her.

"Rain and Swiss have known you for years. They know you didn't mean it. Doesn't mean they're not hurt, but they understand. Aurora...well. She's newer, younger. She asked if she did something wrong."

Cirrus' heart twists painfully. Of course Aurora didn't do anything wrong. She can't let her wonder like this, second guessing everything she said when it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with Cirrus. She forces herself to slip out of Aether's embrace.

"I need to go. Thank you, Aeth, really."

The quint smiles at her and makes a shooing motion as she damn near bolts out of the room.

Cirrus finds Swiss and Rain cuddling Aurora on the couch in the common room. She's wearing one of Cirrus' shirt, the air ghoulette realizes with a sick feeling.

Rain's ear flicks, barely giving Cirrus time to brace herself before he turns toward her, alerting the two others of her presence by doing so.

The water ghoul's lips are red, like he chew on them, while Swiss' ear jewlery are crooked, meaning he probably fiddled with them as he often does to calm himself. Aurora's eyes, suspiciously glassy, widen.

Cirrus swallows the bile rising in her throat, tail tucked between her legs and ears lowered.

"I'm sorry," she finally chokes out after several seconds of heavy silence, "I was a dick to you. I lashed out even though you didn't do anything wrong and I hurt you. I'm so sorry, I swear I didn't mean any of it, I was being unfair. You didn't deserve that, I'm sorry."

It's like part of the ugly feeling weighting on Cirrus' chest vanished, leaving her to feel much lighter already.

For a moment, no one says anything, but then Swiss smiles, not his usual wide grin but a softer, tender little thing, his shoulders sagging. It's followed by Rain nodding with soft eyes, and Aurora lighting up, tail wagging hard enough to smack Swiss' calf with an audible sound.

"Come here ?" the younger ghoulette mumbles, making grabby hands at Cirrus.

Well, she's never been really good at refusing Aurora, so she does, still struggling to hold eye contact with the three ghouls.

"I'm sorry," she mumbles again, once she's squished between Swiss and Rain, Aurora curled on her lap, feeling warm and a bit fuzzy. "I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I'm working on it, I swear."

Rain kisses the top of her head with a soft sound.

"We know. Thank you for apologizing."

Sinking into her packmates' warmth, breathing easily at last, Cirrus kicks off a deep purr, not even protesting when Aurora starts chewing on the collar of her shirt, letting Swiss tuck his face in the crook of her neck.

[red-riding-wood]

I’m so sorry about what happened to you and so many others. Disgusting misogynistic behavior. You all deserve so much better ):.

Also sending this bc I do believe he has made two new accounts. Drcranessweetestdoe and monsterfromthewoods. I have no proof these are him ,but it just strikes an absurd resemblance to his writing and he seemed to interact with both of them a few weeks ago. The first one hasn’t blogged in weeks either. Just seems strange. Once again though, I could be wrong. Just something for everyone to stay weary about. Stay safe ❤️

Thank you for the well wishes, anon! I really do appreciate you reaching out. <3

From my conversations with @drcranessweetestdoe, she does not behave like Kill (nor does her writing style compare to his), and I am pretty positive he is incapable (or at least very bad) at taking on different personalities since I believe I witnessed his attempt with the second account you mentioned. Aurora is very sweet, and she used to be a fan of Kill's writing and mine. I don't want people to be suspecting her of foul play because I do believe she is genuine. Kill has a pattern of reblogging fics as a way of seeing what victims he can latch onto and I see that as a coincidence with his reblog of Monster's.

As for @monsterfromthewoods... I was hesitant to make a callout, mainly because no one has actual solid proof that he is Kill. But, there is too much evidence for me to ignore, and I wanted to give my honest opinion and observations. Monster, if you are not this person, feel free to reach out and vouch for yourself, and if I am wrong, I am deeply sorry.

Fuck that. As I was typing this message up, I decided to check my DMs and noticed that my friend had said that he gave her the same name that, as of this morning, was revealed to me as his actual name along with his real picture and Facebook profile. That really sealed the deal for me. Here is the rest of my evidence to prove that this is "Kill":

Monster followed my friend around the same time that she blocked Kill.

Monster followed me the same day that I sent Kill a confrontational message, calling him out for his lies and pleading with him one last time for medical treatment and answers.

From the posts on Monster's account, and the one comment I know he made on my friend's post, his personality exactly fits Kill's. This is why I said I do not think he is capable or likely to be able to craft a believable persona.

Monster made a post about suicide, and a pro-Palestine post, the former of which Kill discussed with me a lot and the latter my friend pointed out as suspicious since Kill was also very strongly pro-Palestine. Seeing as Monster doesn't have that many posts yet on his blog, this isn't irrefutable evidence but it is very coincidental.

Lastly, I actually did my best to analyse and compare Kill and Monster's writing, since I had recalled a few things that stuck out to me when I read Kill's writing. Him and Monster share many similarities with their writing habits/consistencies. They are as follows (the examples listed are from 18+ content so please do not view if you are a minor):

Use periods and exclamation marks -- but never commas -- as punctuation to end dialogue tags.

Starter dialogue tag always facing outward. Like: ”So... Tight”

Tend to each use a snapshot style of writing, favouring incomplete sentences with frequent use of periods. Examples: K: "His mind, usually so sharp. Focused and organized like the most expensive machines. A killing machine, that worked in perpetual motion, living off killing, adrenaline used like a drug." M: "Your dear, understanding doctor. Doctor Jonathan Crane, who laughed out loud suddenly a couple moments ago. The dark colour covering his exotic looking eyes as he revealed his real nature to you."

Similarly, they both tend to avoid using possessive pronouns and determiners. Examples: K: "_ Pale, little pussy peaked from between her thighs." M: "The scars covering _ man's pale skin," _ = absence of "her, that, the," etc.

Often use adverbs after verbs in a way that feels out of place.

Capitalise after ellipses, always.

"Y/n" always has a lowercase "n".

Sometimes use three ellipses, often use only two.

Use "pants" but never "trousers".

Yeah, so, I may have spent way too much time on this. And I think most of this is redundant, now, especially after the name revelation, but still, I put work into it and didn't want it to go to complete waste lmao. I also had no idea until I was tagged today that apparently there are programs that do this sort of thing for you. Oops.

[miasmaghoul]

you have so got me thinking about best to worst ghouls in so many different situations now (that riding one was soooooo good)

how about your best to worst ghoul takes on fingering? 😏 (thank you and happy new year!)

OUGH FINGERING MY BELOVED yes absolutely let's go

once again, best to worst below the cut!

Dew - he prides himself on his skill and efficiency. if he's with someone who can easily orgasm more than once (Rain, Cumulus, Aurora, Aeon) then he will absolutely make them cum on his fingers before he fucks them. he knows everyone's most sensitive spots, and every ghoul (plus a couple Papas and, on occasion, Sister Imperator) is guilty of dragging him into a closet at one point or another specifically so he can show off those skills.

Aether - is it cheating to use quintessence to find weak spots? Aether doesn't think so, and no one has complained so far. he lets the magick trickle from his fingers, just a whisper of static, and suddenly they're moaning and writing and grabbing for whatever part of him they can reach. at this point he doesn't NEED the magickal assistance, but the others love the feel of it alongside those thick fingers so he keeps it up.

Cirrus - precision is the name of the game for her. it's a power thing, of course, and Cirrus delights in getting all the big, strong ghouls face down ass up and whimpering while she abuses every secret soft spot they have. like Dew, will make the others cum on her fingers first and foremost, but unlike Dew she does it to EVERYONE. if they can't cum again for a while that's not her problem. they'll take whatever she gives anyway, even if they leak a few overstimulated tears along the way.

Swiss - it's one of his favorite things to do. insists on eye contact while he touches them inside, needs to see every twitch of their brow and to watch their cheeks flush. he wants to see the pleasure he causes plain as day, wants them noisy and squirming while they fall apart because of him. he can get a little too intense sometimes, though, and a few of the others have trouble finishing under his scrutiny.

Cumulus - her fingers are skilled and delicate, but also short. she knows exactly what buttons to push, make no mistake, but it can be challenging for her to really work them like that. pianist's hands are lovely to have, but her fingers only have so much reach. if she's fingering anyone, it's paired with oral so she can be sure they feel good.

Mountain - long, callused fingers and unmatched rhythm speak of good things, but Mountain likes to be really, really slow about it. indulgent. he's not in a rush to make anyone cum, not as a rule, and he'll spend as long as he likes with just one finger inside until they can't stand it anymore and demand another. he'll give it to them, of course, but the languid pace remains the same.

Rain - long, elegant fingers lend themselves well to the task, but Rain will not give anyone more than two of them. he can make them cum like that, of course, but he doesn't usually put in specific effort to that end. much prefers to make them cum on his cock so he gets something out of it too. call him greedy if you want, he'll agree. he prefers having his fingers sucked on anyway.

Sunshine - she has quick fingers, but mostly uses them to stretch her partners. her goal is usually to stick her dick in them asap, and she doesn't really have the patience to do much more than prep with them. but she won't say no if someone wants to make out and shoves her hand down their pants, as long as they return the favor.

Aeon - he's learning, but it's not his favorite thing to do in all honesty. he has this Thing about keeping his hands and fingers protected (Dew and Rain had the same issue when they were new), so sticking them in places doesn't appeal to him all that much. at least not yet. Dew keeps telling him that'll change, but in the meantime Aeon prefers keeping his fingers visible.

Aurora - she's just so little, is the thing. her fingers are short and skinny and her forearms get sore quick. besides, she prefers to receive than give anyway. the less work she has to do, the better. at least until she's cum a couple times, then she's a bit more willing to give it a go. still, though, she'd rather use other parts of her body to bring pleasure.

[forlorn-crows]

Crowieeeeee babyyyyyyyyyyyy

I am thinking of WOMEN

Cumulus and Aurora. Mutual masturbation.

Do what you will >:)

lets hear it for the LADIESSSS

"Fuck, 'Lus," Aurora gasps. Cumulus snaps her gaze up to her face, biting back a moan when she sees how desperate she is. Her white short-cut hair bounces with her rabbit-quick thrusts on the vibe strapped on the pillow between her legs, little fangs poking out of the determined line of her mouth. Aurora tosses her head back, exposing the flush on her throat. 

“Close, love?” Cumulus asks. Her own fingers swirl lazily around her own clit, teasing, working herself up slowly—especially in comparison to the smaller ghoulette in front of her. 

“Yes,” she groans. She swipes her cunt rapidly up and down the head of the wand.

“You’re such a greedy little girl,” Cumulus comments. Aurora’s already cum twice, heated and in quick succession.

“Can’t help it,” she chokes out. “You’re so hot.” Cumulus sure she is, spread across the mountain of pillows at the head of the bed, long curls cascading, haloing out behind her face, legs spread wide for ample viewing. 

“Could say the exact same about you, sweet thing. Bet you feel so good, hm?”

Aurora jolts, her thrusts becoming erratic. “Lucifer, ‘m gonna cum,” she grits out. She clicks the button with a manicured thumb, ratcheting up the intensity. “Yes, oh, yesyesyes. Fucking mommy oh fu—” She doubles over onto herself, shouting as her third orgasm shoots through her, slick squirting onto the pillow and the sheets. 

“Unholy shit,” Cumulus whines, dipping her own hand between her folds. Her other hand gropes at her chest, squeezing a pert nipple between her fingers. 

Aurora perks up mere ten seconds later with a satisfied grin, panting hard. Cumulus gives her an amused look and shakes her head in disbelief.

“‘Mommy’?” she teases.

“Stooopp,” Aurora whines. There’s a smirk on her face though, a mischievous little glint to her eye. And still, her little hips are moving. “‘Lus, you are so mommy, come on.”

“Maybe,” she muses. “Come here, my insatiable little girl.” Cumulus pats the thigh closest to the other ghoulette. “Would you ride my thigh?” she asks sweetly. “Want you closer.”

“Uh, duh.” She clicks off the vibe and tosses the pillow aside. “Ugh, look at you, ‘Lus. You’re so pretty,” she whines again, straddling her leg. 

“You’re so pretty,” Cumulus coos.

“Don’t mock me, you gorgeous, rotten thing,” Aurora huffs jokingly. 

“Fine, I’ll be quiet once you start riding my thigh.”

Aurora’s grin grows so wide. “Done.” She settles onto her leg, sighing when her wet cunt meets slightly chilled flesh. She runs her pretty hands down her body, putting on a purposeful show before bracing one hand on Cumulus’ hip and nestling the other just above her clit. 

And then she moves. Grinds down into the meat of Cumulus’ thigh and moans at the friction.

Cumulus drops her head back onto the pillows with a groan. “That’s it, just like that, love.” She rubs her clit between the V of her fingers, eyes fixed squarely on Aurora’s sex dragging back and forth on her skin. She can hear it too—hear how wet she is, how each movement is punctuated by the noise of her slick. It does nothing but stoke the fire in her belly the longer she watches. 

“Let me put my fingers inside you,” Aurora says suddenly after a few long moments. “Let me help, let me—fuck—fill you up, ‘Lus, please.” Her hips have slowed some, settling for a slow roll instead of frantic humping. 

“Oh,” she whimpers. “But your nails, sweet thing.”

Aurora is already biting off the nails on her first two fingers, spitting them out across the room. She waggles them in front of Cumulus’ face with a self-satisfied grin. “Stick-ons. Always. Paint ‘em to match the others.”

Cumulus laughs, high and almost melodic. “You’re such a smart ghoul.” She shifts to lay down further, hiking up her free leg to give her better access. She spreads her folds, tilting her head coyly at Aurora. “All yours, love.”

The noise Cumulus makes once she finally sinks two fingers inside is enough to make Aurora squirm. 

[myobmaya]

The Other Side | Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader

premise: just a short blurb about Eddie Munson giving the town preacher a new reason to call him a sinful devil worshiper.

TW: P in V sex, riding, religious talk, fucking in a church (I’m so sorry) straight smut no plot, Eddie is an asshole sorry lol, readers parents being mean

I have issues sorry in advance lol

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He knows he shouldn’t be here. He had no business. No religious claim on him.

But, he can’t keep away from you.

The innocent aurora that followed you everywhere you went always found a way to pull him in. The hold you have on him is strong and he knows he should stop this.

But the way you take him further down your throat, he can’t help but look at the picture of Jesus and thank him and his father for creating you.

The way your tongue swirls around the top of his cock has him biting his tongue. You look up at him with your innocent eyes waiting for his sounds. He only curls his fingers in your hair as a silent response that you’re making him feel really good. He knows your parents are going to be looking for you soon.

It’s the night before your father is due to read scripture to the town as he does every Sunday. It also happened to the same day the town preacher decided to call him a devil worshiper when all Eddie did was ask if he wanted to give you some private scripture lessons. Eddie thought it was funny. Your father thought he was a lost cause.

No one knew you two were hooking up. You kept him as your dirty little secret. Eddie kept you as his little fuck toy.

A fair trade.

Even now with you on your knees sucking the precum off the head of his cock.

You hallow your cheeks and come up for air, taking him out of your mouth.

“Feels good, Princess,” He looks down at you. You smile up at him with drool down your chin right before tracing the veins of his cock with your tongue.

The way you innocently smile at him as you suck his cock should be illegal. The way you kneel in front of him with a bible right next to your knees telling him to cum down your throat is a sin in its whole self.

But he doesn’t care. And by the way you trail your tongue from the base of his cock to the tip and take him again he knows religion is the last thing on your mind. The way you’d let him take you in any way had him believing in a god of his own.

Your hand works whatever your mouth can’t take. Eddie can’t help but close is his eyes in pure bliss when you moan around his cock. The vibrations go straight to him and he’s jerking his hips up in satisfaction.

“Fucking Hell,” he can’t help the words that fall out. You take him from your mouth and giggle up at the way his teeth sink into his bottom lip.

“Watch your mouth,” you warn him with a wink.

Your skirt is pulled up to your thighs. He catches your hand moving in between your legs and the sight alone makes his hips stiffen. He feels that tight coil beginning to form.

No.

He was going to cum inside of you and send you home to your parents. He wants you to feel it dripping down your thigh as you father asks you how your day went. He needs you to remember the way he stretched your wet cunt as your mother tells you to help set the table.

He’s determined to leave his mark on you.

So he stops you.

He guides your head back, pulling himself out of your mouth. You furrow your eyebrows at him but when he pulls you up by your arms your confusion seizes.

Eddie helps you adjust your skirt you only wore to please your mother, who told you how your appearance was important to represent the family. If only she knew how much Eddie loved how those skirts looked pulled up over your hips as he fucked you in the back seat of his van.

The way that same skirt was merely tossed aside the night he took your virginity at the drive in and took you home after you lied to you parents you were at bible study.

You grip his cock in your hand as he steadies your hips. He watches as you hesitate. Your worry is present on your face. He knows you’re worried about getting caught when you take him. He leans forward and kisses you pressing your hips down to slowly take him. You moan into his mouth as he swallows each sound.

He breaks the kiss and you look down seeing yourself filled with him. Eddie takes your chin in between his fingers. Times ticking and the way your wet cunt feels around his hard cock, he knows he’s not going to last long. You look him in the eyes as he raises his hips and adjusts you. He leans back getting comfortable. You kiss the tip of his nose loving the way he fills you up. It’s a sweet gesture. One that reminds Eddie how sweet you are. But, he’s not looking for sweet. He’s here to fuck you not make love to you. So he does what will have you teetering to the edge and closes a hand around your throat. His hand makes you look at him. No where to face, only the determined look in his eyes.

“Come on my cock, baby.”

You hear your father calling your name from the other side of the halls. The gasp coming out of your mouth but Eddie shakes his head at you.

He told you what to do and you’re going to listen to him.

The name your father had called him earlier in the day runs through his mind. The sole reason he snuck into the church and caught you here. He’s going to make sure he gives the preacher a reason to call him such a name. Even if it involves having you come all over his cock.

He lets go of your neck and grips the back of your head. Your mouth falls open hissing at the shock of the pain. His other hip presses you down harder rubbing your clit against him as you grind down on him.

“No, you’re going to come on my cock,” grits through his teeth. “Do you understand?” You nod your head feeling your legs shake. The bench Eddie is sat on rocks from the force of your movements and he’s chuckling at you. The foot steps get closer and he knows it’s a matter of 30 seconds before the door opens. He doesn’t have to watch the door to know what’s about to happen.

The adrenaline of being caught makes it even better as you roll your hips in a circle. Your head falls back loving the way his cock feels inside of you. Eddie watches in admiration as you use him just as he’s using you.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Let go.”

He rocks you faster against him, letting you fuck yourself on him. Your hands grasp onto his shoulders feeling your high begin to form. Eddie grits his teeth feeling you begin to clench around him.

Your arm snakes around his neck and you’re burying your head into him. Whimpers falls out as you come undone, his high following yours as he milks your wet walls.

His hips stutter as you ride out your high saying his name like a prayer. It sounds like a praise and he can’t help the way his ego boosts. He knows it’s going to be short lived when the double doors swing open and your father’s voice echos through the room.

“What’s going on in here!”

You freeze looking up at your father. The look on your face is priceless and Eddie can’t help the grin already appearing on his.

There it is.

His cum is thick inside of you but you don’t care. Embarrassment and mortification of being caught paints across your face.

How could you have been so careless? You ask yourself the same time your father makes his way over. You quickly stand up pulling your skirt down to cover yourself. Eddie takes note of his white cream slipping down your thighs and laughs. He doesn’t even try to hide his amusement tucking himself back into his pants.

Your father makes his way to the aisle you two are at just as Eddie wipes the sweat from his hairline and stands up. You’re trying to straighten yourself out but it’s not use.

The cold look on your father’s face is priceless and all Eddie can do is smirk at the man.

Eddie hears you stuttering out an excuse but it’s too late. The damage has been done. The stunned preacher goes angry seeing Eddie walk up to him leaving his daughter breathless and fucked out.

Eddie takes a cigarette from the inside of his leather jack and rests it in between his lips. He won’t light it up. He knows better than that.

“Just figured I’d give you at least a proper reason to call me a devil worshiper, old man.” Eddie pats his back and makes his way out of the church leaving you to deal with your father. He turns around one last time before opening the door making a show of it to the preacher. “See you at Sunday dinner.”

He won’t. It’s just another light to add to the fire.

He hears your father yelling at you. Guilt is present and he almost wants to go back and get you. But the victory he feels seeing the look on the preacher’s face makes him continue walking to the van he parked on the side of the road.

The church door opens and you’re running out calling out Eddie’s name. Your father is right behind you trying to grab you to go back inside. You only take his hands from your arm begging Eddie to come get you. To tell you father he’s not using you. That he loves you.

Eddie continues walking not bothering to stop. His keys swing around a finger as he whistles out a familiar song tuning out your cries.

He’ll find a way to make up to you sooner or later.

[gravehags]

for @saintbowie

pairing: aurora x ghoul bicycle reader x swiss, explicit, NSFW

sorry about the weird breaks at the end apparently there's a limit to how many words you can put in a paragraph on here lmfao. also this definitely got out of hand.

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the two of you bet that he can't last and he was more than up to being put to the test. you wonder how he feels about it now - now that you're on the bed in front of him with your tongue slid inside aurora's mouth as she giggles.

out of the corner of your eye you see him heave a deep breath, chest rising and falling, straining at the silk ropes as he grips the arms of his chair. you pull away a moment to get a good look at him, while aurora mouths at your neck. poor swiss, you murmur, eyes lighting up at the sweat on his sternum and the way his cock juts out, hard and curved. the head glistens and your eyes meet his, exposing more of your flesh to aurora's attentions. aurora scrapes her fangs along your jugular before pulling away with a low laugh. he did this to himself, she purrs, dragging her claws up your thigh, too damn cocky. doesn't appreciate what we're capable of, just the two of us, huh babe? you grin as she turns your head back to face her with a single finger before running her thumb along your chin. does he know about our first time? how we spread out on that pretty picnic blanket licking and sucking at each other - she pauses to roll your nipple in between her fingers - before rubbing our swollen clits together? swiss lets out a broken moan, his hips flexing upwards desperate for friction. aurora pinches your nipple in her claws and the sting makes your mouth lunge for her throat. mmm, both of us so wet and sweet and all out in the open for anyone to see. your tongue trails down her neck and your lips latch onto her bare shoulder, sucking a mark into her soft flesh. she lets you push her down into the mattress and slide your lips to her breast to pepper the pliant flesh with licks and bites. you've got your ass in the air facing swiss, presenting him with your dripping cunt and you swear you hear him panting. when you take aurora's nipple into your mouth her claws fly to your scalp, scratching gently as you suck at the bud. like the view, swiss? she taunts. everybody knows how desperate you were - are - for her pretty little cunt - how you whined and fucked your fist every night to the thought. you smile at the memory even as you move to her other breast and lick along the underside. the chair behind you creaks and you know he's shifted his hips again. she made you cum in your jeans, right there in the hallway. the sweet little virgin sister. you run your teeth over her nipple and bite at it gently, looking up at her with a filthy smile before lowering yourself. slowly you kiss along her belly until you settle between her thighs, your fingers running through her curls. you're closer to swiss now and you know the smell of you must be driving him crazy. aurora looks delighted as you kiss along the insides of her thighs, flattening yourself out as much as you can to give swiss a clear view. your own hips buck as you swipe your tongue through her folds, relishing the sweet taste of her. she jolts with a moan - whether it's exaggerated for swiss' torment or if she genuinely is that turned on, you can't say - and winds her fingers in your hair to pull you closer. come on, baby, she breathes as your tongue teases her clitoral hood, mmm yeah, show him how much you love me. so you do - your tongue lapping at her entrance and lips wrapping around her swollen clit to suck at her. her claws bite into your scalp and you know she's probably making you bleed but all it does is drive your mouth forward, moaning into her. see - ah - here's the thing, swiss, she pants as you viciously bring her closer to her peak, you may have been her first but - fuck, baby that's it - but you'll never beat a ghoulette. before she cries out you hear swiss moan brokenly behind you and feel specks of his seed paint the backs of your thighs. grinning, you slide your tongue against her and aurora arches her back off the mattress and laughs, delirious. you'd be content to lap at her and draw out another but she's gently pushing you away and urging you to her side. when you collapse on the pillows next to her and look down you see swiss - panting, doused in sweat, cum spattered on his thighs.

poor thing, you murmur as aurora leans up to plant sweet little kisses on your jaw, didn't make it. knew he wouldn't, she says smugly, want to give it another shot big guy? you half expect swiss to whine, complain but instead he eagerly nods at you both. her turn now, he says to aurora, jerking his chin at you, want to see if she still looks as pretty when she cums as the day i first had her.

who are you to say no?