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whatawonderfulexistence--blog · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 6: Massage (Dew x Fem! Reader SMUT)

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, MDNI, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie but it's not really mentioned, Soft! Dew, Dew gives you a massage after a long day of work and both of you are more horny than anticipated.

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You loved everything about working in the garden; it was always peaceful and quiet, you got to spend as much of the time outdoors or in Primo's greenhouse as you liked, and you always had the first pick of any produce you wanted. The only drawback was just how much your muscles would ache after a long day of harvesting, being stooped over bushes for hours on end was definitely not kind to your back. Luckily, your boyfriend was a Fire Ghoul, which meant nice warm hands to aid in working out the stiffness in your muscles. You fell face first into bed with a groan, the smell of cigarette smoke and the spice of Dew's cologne filled your nose. "Long day, huh?" You hear him already rummaging around in his nightstand drawer for the massage oil he always had on hand.

"I swear, one of these days I'm just going to say fuck it and burn up all the flowerbeds." Dew chuckles at your annoyed response.

"Bug, you know if anything happened to those plants you would be beside yourself." He retorts.

"You might be right," you sigh.

"What hurts today, baby?" He asks gently, resting his hand in between your shoulder blades. You could already feel the warmth of his palm seeping through your clothes and into your tired muscles.

"Everything." You grumble.

"Well let's get you undressed then." He helps you up, pulling your shirt over your head, pulling you in for a brief hug against his bare upper torso. The frigid metal of his piercings causes you to squeal. He places a few gentle kisses to your neck, you let out a pleased hum. His long, nibble fingers easily undo the clasp of your bra. You shimmy out of your pants before collapsing back into the plush blankets. "Let me know if my hands get too hot, bug." He whispers in your ear before placing a kiss on your cheek. You were in pure ecstasy as you felt the heels of his hands knead into your lower back, struggling to contain your satisfied moans at the sensation. His whole body pushes into you as he works himself up your body, you couldn't help but smirk as you felt his half hard erection rub over the curve of your ass. Dew so only loved to have his hands on you. He loved watching the way your oiled skin slid effortlessly under his palms, how he could feel himself working out the kinks in every tender muscle, how you would let out such cute sounds at him making you feel so good. You push your ass back against him, wiggling it teasingly. You hear his breath catch in your throat, his hands tensing against your back. His fingers pressed into your shoulders, eliciting a long whine from you as he pushed into a particularly sensitive spot. "Fuck, you always make such pretty little sounds baby." He groans, his hips rocking against you. You attempted to push yourself into him in time with his movements, feeling his member grow rock hard against you. You let out another soft moan, a soft growl bubbling up in his throat.

You felt the heat in palms increase, his pace rutting into you becoming more fervent with every thrust. "What's the matter baby?" You coo. "You seem a bit distracted." He grumbles out a rejection before returning his attention to your massage. He presses deliciously into your thighs, earning a delighted mewl from you.

"You make it really hard to focus, bug." Dew nips at the sensitive skin of your neck. "You just look so beautiful I can't help it." You curse under your breath as he continues to knead into you, turning you to putty in his hands.

"Dew." You whine, grinding yourself into him. "I need you." He breathes out a chuckle.

"I thought you would never ask, baby." He made quick work of discarding his clothes, rutting his hardened cock against your ass. "You have no idea how crazy you drive me, you know that?" He growls. He wraps a hand loosely around your throat, tilting your chin up so your eyes could meet his. He lines up his cock with your entrance before easing himself into you at an agonizingly slow pace. You whimper as he bottoms out in you, he lets his head drop between your shoulder blades, his long blond hair cascading across your bare back. He slowly begins to roll his hips, every motion causing you to let out soft moans. His hands grip tightly around your waist, his hips snapping into you.

"You feel so good." You moan, burying your face in the blankets. Dew wraps your hair around his hand, tugging you back slightly and allowing himself to fully plow into you. You whine his name feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching. "Baby… please… gunna cum."

"Cum for me bug, you work so hard you deserve to feel good." He praises you. You push back into him in time with his thrusts, desperately chasing your release. He leans over you, free hand reaching in between your legs to rub your clit. You cry out as you clench hard around him, he moans your name as your climax causes him to finish as well. He collapses against your back, both of you panting, lightheaded from your highs. "How are you feeling now honey?" He presses a kiss to your shoulder.

"Well, I'm definitely not sore anymore." You giggle.

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molly-ghuleh · 8 months

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Dew headcanon about how to turn him on 😩

I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS!!!!!!!!! It kind of turned into a "what Dew is like when he's horny" thing but it gets the point across hehe

WARNING: nsfw under the cut, 18+ only please!!

Dewdrop

Once this ghoul has his sights set on you, practically everything turns him on so be careful.

(That's not to say he can't control himself. He's a grown man/ghoul and is capable of restraining himself)

But every little movement you make is the most attractive thing he's ever seen.

Not to mention your scent. Sweet Satan, your scent is intoxicating to him

(Absolutely has hugged you and then gone to his room to jerk off to your scent still clinging to his shirt)

If you don't previously know each other, you'll suddenly find yourself running into him everywhere in the Abbey

If you do know each other by the time he realizes his attraction to you, he'll hang around you a lot more.

The little touches you give him drive him insane. It doesn't matter if they're on completely innocent places, because your hand on his shoulder is now the most erotic thing he's ever felt

Touch him more please. He's touch starved.

If you're naturally a more affectionate person, be prepared for him to fully take advantage of it

Each little touch leaves him painfully hard in his pants but he doesn't want you to stop touching him ever.

DEW PURRS WHEN HE'S CONTENT CHANGE MY MIND

But he also purrs when he's turned on

Scratching his scalp makes him purr like an engine. But is he happy or horny? Or both? You'll never know.

Touch his horns and he'll cum in his pants immediately.

Touch his horns if you want him to jump your bones and take you like a man starved.

Touch his horns if you want to make him squirm as you have your way with him.

TOUCH HIS HORNS.

If you're a fan of the slow game, lay your hand on his thigh as you sit beside one another. But don't move it up

Dew will try and rut his hips into your hand

If you find yourself across the room from him, make eye contact with him and size him up. It makes his whole body so hot

I like to think the base of his tail is really sensitive too

If the two of you are cuddling, run your fingers along the base of his tail if you want him to be soft and sensual with you

But touch his horns if you want more of an animalistic, desperate affair.

Kiss over his neck where his gills used to be. The marks there are also really sensitive.

Dew is just touch starved in general. Touch the poor ghoul. It doesn't matter where. TOUCH HIM.

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #dewdrop ghoul #dew ghoul #sodo ghoul #sodomizer ghoul #dew x reader #dewdrop x reader #sodo x reader #sodomizer x reader #nameless ghoul x reader #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghoul

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sentientgolfball · 8 months

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A lil scenario fic of sodo and reader having a fun playfight until sodo accidentally hits the reader's jaw with his horns and they start bleeding?? i want some stressed and soft sodo >:]

Oh I very much enjoyed writing this anon. When he gets all soft I LOSE MY MIND HES JUST SO [gunshot]

also i reeeeeally hope you dont mind that i used Dew ok byeee i love you

My requests are open !

“Hey, I was watching that!”

“Nuh-uh.”

Dew flopped onto the couch after snatching the remote and changing the channel to who even knows what. You nudged him with your foot hard enough to get his attention. He just swatted your leg with his tail, not even looking at you. You huff in disbelief.

So it’s going to be like that huh?

You really had no reason to be bothered by it, you weren’t even watching whatever it was you had on. You were simply using it as background noise while you read, but Dew didn’t need to know that. You knew he only came in to get your attention, but he always did have such a hard time asking for it directly. Usually, you give him the sweet words and touches that he always so desperately wants, but not today. Today you feel like playing his game on his level.

You nudge him with your foot again, a bit harder this time. He glances at you but doesn’t say anything. You can tell he’s fighting to keep a smile down. You grumble and close your book before getting up and crawling to his side of the couch. You drape yourself over him as a fake-out while you reach for the remote.

“Not gonna happen,” he said, lifting it above his head “I live with Swiss, you think I haven’t seen the ‘cuddle as a distraction’ move before?”

“Aw come on, I was here first.” You pathetically reach around him to try and grab it.

“Yeah, and I was faster.”

You sigh and flop down as he laughs, still holding the remote out of your reach. He definitely did not care that much about what was on, but you were giving him the reaction he wanted, so it suddenly became his new favorite show. You lay there for a moment sprawled out in his lap trying to come up with a way to steal the remote back. You shifted around trying to get more comfortable causing your hand to brush his abdomen where his gills used to be. He shuddered a bit and that suddenly gave you an idea. You slowly got up to sit on your knees looking at him. He turned to meet your gaze.

“Can I help you?”

“You can start by giving me that back.”

“Damn looks like I can’t help you then.”

“You brought this upon yourself Dewdrop.”

He looked at you with genuine confusion for a moment before you pounced. It’s no secret that he is ticklish, and right now, that is the only advantage you have over his ghoulish strength. He let out a yelp when he felt your hand press into his abdomen, but soon he was squirming and trying to bat you away while stifling laughter. The movement caused him to drop the remote off the side of the couch with a thunk. You immediately stopped and looked from him to his empty hand before trying to launch yourself past him to grab it.

“Oh no you don’t you little shit.”

He wraps his tail around your ankle causing you to fall face-first into the cushions. He lets go only to crawl over you to reach down where the remote dropped. You wrap your arms around his waist to prevent him from going any farther. He struggles in your grip, but you know it's only for show. He could easily move if he wanted to. You use that to your advantage. You push up against him with your whole body. His unstable footing causes him to be pushed backward with relative ease. He lets out a yelp of surprise when you land heavily on top of him from the momentum.

He gives you his best shit-eating grin “I always did like you on top of me.” He practically purrs out the words before grabbing your wrists and flipping your positions “But I much prefer this.”

You struggle against his grip, refusing to lose his game. Your eyes dart around trying to find anything you can use as leverage. That’s when an idea pops into your head.

“Hey, Dew?”

“What? Give up?”

You shake your head “You may be faster but I’m smarter.”

You go limp in his grasp causing him to falter. You use that to throw him off of you and onto the floor opposite of the remote. You use the opportunity to scurry over and grab it off the floor with a triumphant ha! Your moment is short-lived, though, when you realize Dew had snaked his way over before popping up in an attempt to grab you. His calculations were a bit off when he jumped up and he ended up hitting you square in the face with his head. You shout and bring your hands to your face rubbing where he hit you.

“Shit are you okay?” There was still a bit of laughter in his voice. That quickly changes when his nose twitches and you drop your hands.

“Yeah Yeah, I’m–” You feel it then. The warm liquid running down your face onto your neck. The look in his eyes is everything you need to know, but you can’t help instinctually reaching up to find the spot. Your hand brushes over the cut and you wince from the sting. You pull your fingers back and oh that’s a lot of blood. You look back up at him with a bit of panic and only then do you notice the horn that isn’t broken has blood on the tip.

“Dew.”

The shakiness of your voice is all he needs to be snapped out of the trance he was put in. He quickly jumps up and practically throws you over his shoulder with his strength. This only causes the blood to run down your neck faster. He curses under his breath as he carries you to the bathroom. He kicks the door closed before turning on the light. He sets you down on the edge of the bathtub and stares at you for a moment. He then rummages through the cabinets with a little chant of shit, shit, shit looking for the mini first aid kit. You watch him, not really sure what to do or say. You saw how much blood was on your hand, you could feel it running down your face and onto your shirt. You were freaking out just as much as him.

When he finally finds what he is looking for, he sits on the toilet seat and looks at you with big, sad doe-eyes.

“I’m so fucking sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I was being stupid I’m sorry.” He kept up a string of apologies as he used a wet cloth to clean most of the blood away. You could hear the strain in his voice and see how his hands were shaking slightly. You stare at him willing him to understand you weren’t mad at him in the slightest. You were too scared to talk, though, worried using your jaw might make the bleeding worse.

When he cleaned enough of the blood away to actually see the wound he put the cloth down and opened the first aid kit. He grabbed a disinfectant wipe and turned to you. He slowly brings it up to your face.

“It’s gonna hurt like hell I am SO sorry.”

He doesn’t make a move until you nod at him. You can feel his tail wrap around your leg as he takes one of your hands in his free one. You suck in a breath and squeeze his hand when the disinfectant touches the cut. After a moment you start to relax a bit, getting accustomed to the stinging sensation. He sighs in relief, but he doesn’t let go of any part of you. When he’s satisfied, he turns to dump it into the trash and grabs an unnecessarily large band-aid.

“Oh fuck.”

The bleeding is just as bad as before. He chews his bottom lip not really sure what to do now. You squeeze his hand and both his tail and his hand tighten their grip. He looks at you for a moment completely lost before something sparks in his ember eyes.

“Okay don’t freak out…but I have an idea.”

You tilt your head and quickly realize that was a mistake as you wince. Dew looks like he was punched in the gut. You look at him and nod slightly giving him permission to do whatever it is he thinks may help. He sighs and brings his face extremely close to yours. He looks up at you one more time before tentatively darting his forked tongue over the wound. You had expected it to hurt or string or some other unpleasant sensation, but you were pleasantly surprised to find it actually seemed to lessen the dull throb. When you didn’t pull away from him he took that as his cue to keep going. He applied gentle little kitten licks to the cut until he could no longer taste the blood. He sat back up and looked at you with worry. You carefully reached up to your jaw only to find that where he cut you was sealed. You look at him with confusion written all over your face.

He starts up a small purr “Ghoul things.” He shrugs smiling uncharacteristically sweet.

You make a move to talk and he holds up a hand.

“Ehh you probably shouldn’t do that yet. It’s closed not healed.”

You nod at him with grateful eyes. He plops onto the bathroom floor and pulls you into his grasp as his tail snakes around your waist keeping you close. He is purring in full force now and the rumble makes you smile. He presses a few soft kisses on your neck before nuzzling his head against the cheek that wasn’t slashed open. He rubs your back soothingly.

“‘M sorry. I was just fucking around I didn’t mean to actually hurt you. I can walk you back to your room. I’d understand if you didn’t wanna stay in the den again tonight.”

The way he spoke like a puppy who was just kicked made your heart clench. Of course, you weren’t mad at him or scared or whatever other horrible things might be swimming around his head. You were just as a part of it as he was. You pull back in his embrace just enough to meet his eyes. You smile, shake your head, and then pepper his face with kisses as a way to show him. He blushes hard when you pull back and squeezes you tighter to him. He opens his mouth to say something but a knock on the door stops him.

“I could smell blood all the way from breakfast, what the hell happened it’s only like 10 am?” Rain’s muffled voice asks with sincere concern. Dew stiffens as his purring comes to an immediate halt. He considered lying for a moment, but he knew it wouldn’t help, Rain already knew something went down. He groaned and threw his head back dramatically. He untangled himself from you and threw open the door. Rain tried to peek around his narrow shoulders, but every time he moved Dew mirrored him to keep you from view until he gave up.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” He crossed his arms.

“Fine. But don’t tell Cirrus.”

“Fine” he mimicked “I’ll tell Aether.” He said turning on his heel to go find the ghoul.

“That’s WORSE! Rain!” He hissed and looked between you and the smug water ghoul unable to decide if he should chase him or stay with you. He growled when Rain completely disappeared before taking a breath and turning his attention back towards you.

“Well, we’re fucked. Any last words before Aeth kills me?”

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You both sat in the main room of the den as Aether used his magic to properly heal the wound.

That was an hour ago.

He had started lecturing you both while he was working, but when he finished and realized he missed the window to fully heal you, he turned the lecture into a lesson on ghoul/human safety. Now he was pacing the room ranting about how if there’s ever an injury to find him or Phantom or Omega right away so scarring doesn’t occur. You had to smack Dew every time he opened his mouth before he spoke to keep him quiet. As entertaining as it may be, you definitely did not want to see Aether attempt to throttle the little fire ghoul. He would just roll his eyes with a grin and lean closer to you. You just smiled down at him and traced the new scar on your jaw while Aether’s voice faded into background noise. All you really caught was something about playing stupid games means getting stupid prizes.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #dew ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #dew x reader #rain ghoul #i hope you like it anon <3 #golfball writes

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lonelybread69 · 6 months

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let me just drop her a commission i made for a friend,

thank you Sara <3

I love this self indulgent shit so much :3

My commissions are not really open yet, but if you guys are interested let me know in the comments, so i know if i should open them for the christmas time :)

#ghost band #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghost #ghost bc #dew x reader #vi gallery #nameless ghoulettes #commission #plushia #is my one and only god

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dontaskwhybutarsonsoundsokay · 10 months

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Mine || Ghost

Dew X reader || 18 +

Contains: light bondage, light degradation, fluff

Sodo slams the guitar into your hands at the end of the show, his hand bloody. You look down at the guitar and notice the smeared blood all over the body of its once white surface. You look back up and Sodo is already out of the corridor. “Huh” you say to yourself, not too concerned for the Ghoul, “it was bound to happen eventually.” you laugh to yourself, you knew how he treated his guitar, the fact that it took this long is what took you by surprise. But you’re not being paid to laugh at the ghouls' maliciousness towards his instruments, you are being paid to take care of them.

As you walk over to the road case, and look at the row of guitars before putting the bloody guitar into the case, and strapping it in. You close up the case, and clean up your work area, putting away the unused picks and the still packaged strings away. You turn around and get one last look at the arena, before grabbing your water bottle, and heading to the buses.

The buses are loud, as everyone packs into their respective bus. You climb in and sit down on the couch next to your friends, Alex and Ryan. Alex and Ryan are both techs as well, Alex being the stage left guitar tech, and Ryan being the drum tech. You all sit and talk about how the day went. Apparently, Swiss got a little annoyed because they received the wrong gauge strings, but you shrug. “It happens,” you say, “Some shit just isn't in our control.” you take a sip of your water.

The bus jerks lightly, and you feel the bus starting to move. You stand up “welp, i'm calling it a night guys” you say. They look upset that you are not staying up with them. “I’ll see y’all in the a.m.” you smile and shoot finger guns to them both, they laugh and you go down the hall to your bunk before crawling into the bed.

You close the curtain and you roll over to your side. Plugging in your phone, the light shines brightly in your eyes, wincing in response before turning your phone off. You stare at the ceiling above, until you slowly fall asleep to the rocking and shaking of the bus.

[5 am]

You wake up to the sound of your alarm. You stretch as you climb down from your bunk. The sun is shining from the windows of the bus. You go and sit down on the couch, “morning' guys” you say, giving your friends a sleepy smile. They look up and Ryan says, “well, well, well. Good Morning sleepy head” he laughs lightly.

“Haha very funny” you give your friend the finger, and he looks at you offended.

“That's not very nice!” he says, messing up your hair. He always does this, He has every morning for the past month, and he will probably continue until the end of tour. That is if the ministry doesn’t offer him the spot in the clergy, like they have with you and Alex. You feel as the bus slows to a stop, you’ve made it to the next venue. You and the rest of the crew get off their buses, and load in starts, you walk into the venue, and push your road case over to where you will be working for the next few hours.

Opening up the road case and propping up the lid to create make-shift walls, you’ll be lucky if you get through the morning uninterrupted. You look at the guitars, and grab the bloody one from last night. The blood has dried down to an almost brown color. You take a cloth, wet it, wring it out, and start wiping at the blood.

“Knock knock” says a familiar voice. You felt his presence, thinking to yourself “of course.”

“Hi, Sodo,” you continue working, trying to avoid the normal small talk the ghoul tries to have with you. “Shouldn’t you be in bed still? Its awfully early.”

The ghoul is grinning, he grabs your shoulders and swings around next to your face “awhh, you memorized my schedule. Although its a little weird that you know when I wake up” a giggle escapes the ghouls mouth. “I just thought I’d check in on ya” the ghoul sounds happy, which isn’t how he normally behaves. You think back on previous ‘morning’ conversations, where he is normally very serious, or tired, or angry, never happy. So this seems strange to you.

“Well someone is in a good mood” you laugh, shaking your head before returning back to work. He steps back and watches as you work skillfully on his guitars. The idea of his eyes watching your every move sends a shiver down your spine.

Sodo dances lightly on his feet “Just in a good mood today,” the ghoul says, his hand on your shoulder “are you okay y/n?” He sounds genuinely concerned about you. “I don’t need a sick guitar tech” he whispers lightly in your ear, he knew what he was doing, and he knows you remember what happened last time his whispered in your ear that way. You freeze, suddenly forgetting what you were doing entirely. You feel as though you have entered a trance.

“Y-yes, I’m fine,” you mumble lightly. He gets closer to you, nibbling at your ear.

“What was that dear?” his voice quiet, he runs his hand over your arm lightly. You remember the last time he touched you that way. Except the last time was after a show, not before, he was never like this before a show. If anything, he was more angry before a show, the coffee hadn’t “kicked in” yet. The thought of what he would be like before a show…. Is terrifying. He’s already rough, and you fear how rough he would be now.

“I said I’m fine, and I would appreciate it if I could get back to my work now.” Your voice is firm. Sodo looked at you, and smirked. He continues to rub your arm, this time more aggressive than before. You feel his stare narrow in on you, you know you won’t be able to escape anymore. You had your chance, and you lost it. “You know, I’m pretty tired of your attitude today…” he exhales softly in your ear before growling, “and you are going to lose it.”

You hold your breath for a second. You knew what this meant, “At least let me finish restringing your guitars first.” you say shyly, “We can at lunch, just not right now.” You look over at him, his face is plastered with a smirk, as he nods his head in approval. You swallow the words that are stirring in your mouth.

“Thank you,” And with that, Sodo turns on his heels and walks away, probably back to the buses. You are scared that the rest of the crew will find out, and what makes it worse is that Sodo doesn't care if the rest of the crew knows. At least, now that he is gone you can focus on working now.

As you finish up work and have cleaned up your area, you walk over to catering. Your stomach rumbles as you look at today's selections. You grab a plate and stuff as much food as it can hold onto it, before looking for the two familiar faces waving at you from one of the tables. You smile before heading over to Alex and Ryan taking a seat and starting to eat your meal.

As you three are talking about your day so far, both Alex and Ryan get quiet, and they are never quiet. You realize what this meant, you look over your shoulder and see Sodo standing behind you. “Uh, I’m going to go guys” you say quickly, before standing up and walking away quickly, Sodo swiftly following.

Once you guys are far enough from catering he growls “are you that scared they’ll find out?” He stops in front of you. "are you embarrassed of me?" he steps closer, "because I will make it very clear to you, that you are mine" his voice is hissing at you. He grabs your hand and leads you to a bathroom.

The door shuts and you see as Sodo leans himself against the door. “You can't be too loud now, or else they’ll hear us,” he says. The idea of people hearing Sodo ravaging your body makes you shiver. “And I know you can't keep quiet” he walks up to you, and pushes lightly on your shoulder, causing you to step back. He grabs an old tie, and asks you to bite down on it. You do as you’re told because you know what can happen otherwise. He looks at you, proud of his work. He paces around the bathroom, thinking to himself before he whips around “what if I invite the other ghouls hm? What would they think of you being a little slut for me? Hm?” he says quickly. Your face gets hit with a wave of heat. And he steps closer to you, grabbing your crotch lightly. “Imagine their reaction to that.” he laughs softly.

You can’t help but tense up when he grabs you. Your thighs squeeze together and he smirks. He doesn’t even need to speak as you know what he’s thinking. You look down, and he raises your chin, “I never said you could do that sweetie.” His words are sweet, you feel as his hands work their way into your pants, removing them slowly. He giggles to himself “Oh I have been WAITING” his voice getting louder, you whine afraid someone is going to walk in. “awh dont be shy dear, no one will question who you belong to when im done with you,” he smiles, and it sends a chill down your spine. “Now kneel hun,” the ghoul says as he pushes down on your shoulder lightly. The tile is hard against your knees, he takes the tie out of your mouth, and unzips his pants. His erection falls in front of you.

Your eyes meet his, and he nods, “go on dear,” he says.

You take his erection into your mouth sucking lightly, his hips slowly rutting into your mouth deeper. He moans lightly. “This feels amazing” he says between breaths. His ruts turn into aggressive thrusts. Small strings of drool fall to the floor, he really is enjoying himself.

“You’re such a good slut” he moans out. He becomes more and more aggressive as time passes. Until he stops, pulls his cock from your mouth and you watch as strings of cum burst out of him. All over your shirt, when he’s finished, he looks at you, “whoops” he smiles and walks over to the paper towel dispenser. He swipes his hand under it a few times before giving up and stomping “its not a no touch! Stupid venues,” he kicks the wall.

You stand up, pulling up your pants. Grabbing some paper towels trying to clean your shirt. Sodo gives you a kiss on the cheek “you look so much better now” he says with a smile.

You look at him, “mhm” you say, “so much better.” you roll your eyes and Sodo giggles to himself.

“Anyway, I need to practice now” he says with a smile, before turning around and leaving the bathroom. You leave after him, and head to the bus to change shirts. Tonight is going to be a long one.

#ghost hc #nameless ghouls #fire ghoul #ghost papa emeritus #aether ghoul #the band ghost #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #dew ghoul #aurora ghoulette #ghost x reader #dew x reader #sodo x reader

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mirage-aera · 4 months

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HI! I’m new to requesting so I’m sorry if this sounds weird

Could you do sodo with an s/o who’s all cutesy and soft? Like they look like complete opposites yet they’re inseparable and everyone around them is so confused on how this even happened lmfao

Pure fluff though!

Thanks!<3

Anon I realise I am so so late with your request I’m sorry about that, I truly am. If you’re still waiting for it then sorry for the wait but here it is, happy (early) new year folks!

•°. *࿐ Opposites attract

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Cheri Cheri Lady - Modern Talking

Sodo x fem!ghoulette!Reader

Synopsis: The fellow ghouls and ghoulettes have come to realise why you and Sodo fit so well together even though you’re opposites.

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Whenever fellow ghouls and ghoulettes see the two of you together, a certain question pops up in their minds. How the actual fuck are you two a couple? Sodo… is well Sodo. Grumpy, sometimes a bit mean, doesn’t give a flying fuck, and on top of that has a short temper. And then you have you, a gentle soul, always smiling, and willing to set aside your own needs to tend to others’ needs. There have been multiple occasions where they have approached you to ask how you even ended up with Sodo and tolerated his fiery personality. You would always wave them off and laugh, telling them it’s a story for another time.

Currently Swiss is pissing off Sodo. He’s already curing a headache and Swiss’ teasing is not helping. “Come on man! Tell us already! It’s been at least a year since you’ve hooked up-” Sodo glares at him and interrupts him, “not hooking up. We are dating, there’s a difference.” Swiss laughs, “fine. It’s been at least a year since you started dating and we still don’t know how that happened. Can’t you tell us by now?” Sodo can feel his patience, which is already quite small, slipping. He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Swiss I swear on Satan, drop it. I’m not in the mood for your questions.” Rain chuckles, “he does have a point Sodo. It has been a year and you still haven’t told us.” Sodo sighs, done with this conversation. “If you’re so curious why don’t you ask (Y/n)? I’m sure she would love to tell you.” He says curtly. This time Phantom cuts in, “we have tried! She won’t tell us either! Saying it’ll be a story for a later time.” Sodo groans, wishing they’d just drop it. “Guys really. Shut up. I’ll tell you next time.” Mountain raises an eyebrow, “and when is next time?” Sodo feels every fiber in his being snap. He stands up abruptly and waves his arms around angrily, “JUST SHUT UP!” He laughs a bit maniacally, “I’m going to kill the next fucking person I see. I swear to Satan!” The room turns silent after his outburst. They stare at him with wide eyes. They didn’t think he’d snap like this at them, yet again it’s Sodo. He has a lot of anger in him. He opens his mouth to insult them some more when suddenly an all-familiar voice rings throughout the room.

“Hi!! Hello Sodo! I’m so happy to see you! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” His whole body freezes at your voice. You do sound very happy to see him. The whole room bursts into laughter as you look on with confusion and Sodo looking very sheepish. He whips around and gives you an awkward smile. “Hey! Hey, oh my Satan! Oh my Satan… what’s going on? Did you need something?” You grin at him, “yeah! I knitted you a sweater. I wanted you to try it on! See if it fits and if you like it!” He sighs but continues smiling, finding your antics cute. “Okay, come here then.” You skip happily over to him and hand it to him. You hand it over enthusiastically and he pulls it over his head. You give him a good one over, slightly checking him out in the meantime. You smile happily, “it’s perfect! Don’t you think so?” He chuckles, “yes it’s perfect, my ember.” Suddenly an impulsive thought runs through your mind.

“Wow!! I’m so happy to see you, Sodo!” Before he can retort and say something endearing in return he sees you reaching your hands out to his face and squishing his cheeks. “Wababababa babaab- ahhh~” You let out silly sounds with a smile reaching your eyes. The whole room has their jaw dropped to the floor. If any of them tried to do that to Sodo they would be met with a solid punch to the gut. But here they are, watching Sodo smile happily back at you while you’re squishing his cheeks, both of your tails swishing around happily. Eventually, you stop your activity and return your hands to your side. You notice the other ghouls staring at you two with a dumbfounded look. Swiss is the first to speak up, “okay. Now we really need to know. How the fuck did this,” he motions to you both, “happen.” You laugh, “I did this,” you say while making squishing gestures with your hands, “when he was upset. Then we found out we’re mates, now we’re inseparable. Where he goes I follow and vice versa.” Their jaws drop again. Sodo smirks and shakes his head. You have the fireball wrapped around your finger. “I don’t mind it.” He says, mainly directed to you.

Phantom walks up to Sodo with a smirk, hands outreached. He notices and glares at him, “try it and I’ll punt you back to hell.” Phantom freezes as his tail drops. He puts his hands up, “fine fine! Clearly, you only don't mind when she’s the one doing it.” Sodo rolls his eyes, “obviously.” You burst out in laughter at his defensiveness. He turns to look at you and can’t help but break out in a smile. Yeah, he really is wrapped around your finger. He can’t help but smile when you are happy. The happy signals you bring over the bond will forever keep him happy. It lets him know that you’re okay and it brings him relief. Once your laughter dies down you look at them all, “now you know how this happened between us. So please stop bugging Sodo about it, for your own good.” You chuckle. He groans at your words but knows it’s true. Every time they brought it up it annoyed him to no end. Just because you're polar opposites, it doesn’t mean it can’t happen. If there’s a spark, the bond will find its way eventually.

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let-me-love-you-to-death · 7 months

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It took the death of hope to let you go

Past Dewdrop/Sodo X Reader, a bit of Mountain X Reader

Warnings: angst, cheating, not being able to move on, Dew and Y/N were in a relationship in the past, comfort from Mountain

Gender neutral reader

A/N a bit meh and random but I wanted to write this at 3AM

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Your face dropped as you watched him frame her face in his hands, dipping down to her lips and kissing her as she wrapped her arms around him.

Oh, how you wish you'd fucking move on.

Everything had been fine when you were with the ghoul, your relationship was the best, even though you had some ups and down, for 3 years... that's until you saw him less and less with the tours, and he seemed like he didn't want to spend as much time as usual with you, always telling you that he needed to practice, even though you knew he knows the songs by heart. When you finally asked one of his bandmates one day, they told you that they didn't have any practice today, which made you suspicious. You knew he could do what he wanted, but you were actually scared for your relationship as you'd noticed there wasn't that special spark anymore when you were with him, at least not from his side.

When you found him in a room with a sister of sin, both in the arms of eachother, no clothes on, you didn't know what to do. You'd felt your heart break, the pieces falling to the floor as you heard them clinking to the ground, like pieces of glass. Tears had immediately come to your eyes and fallen down your face, falling to the ground too with each blink. You'd ran away, not daring to look back as you heard the sister's panicked voice at being discovered. You had made eye contact with Dew, the latter's eyes widening before you'd ran away.

All was said with just one look into his eyes, and you hoped he was hurting from it. You actually hoped he'd come back and ask for forgiveness, you thought that maybe you could look past this and that he still loved you. You'd hoped.

Like they say; one can always hope, right?

Well, hope didn't do shit. After that day, you didn't see him for the next, and the next... until today, where he's kissing her. You didn't even break up with him-

You can't even stand being this close to them as you immediately turn around, walking to the Primo's garden to clear your head, knowing the kind man wouldn't mind. You know you should probably talk to him since he's probably not going to, but you hurt too much from this.

As you open the door to the garden, you're immediately colliding with someone, gentle but strong hands stopping you from falling back. You try to wipe your eyes as you didn't notice the tears falling from them, until the blurry figure bends down, crouching before you to see your face better, a familiar mask greeting you.

"Y/N?... what is it..?" The gentle voice of Mountain greets you, making you break down silently as you embrace the ghoul, the latter wrapping his strong arms around your shaking body. With your face hidden in the ghoul's chest, you feel it rumble as he lets out a low growl, body tensing when he looks over your shoulder.

There's an immediate apology after as he, still holding you with one arm, guides you through the door to outside, straitening up. When you're by the beautiful flowers, he makes you sit down on a bench, sitting beside you while he makes you lean on him.

You don't talk much to the earth ghoul, but you always enjoyed his presence and your small talks together, and even when you just hanged out in silence. This was one of those moments as you tried to regain a normal breathing, sniffles escaping you as you took deep breathes. He didn't say anything as you let your emotions out, his presence comforting. He patiently waited to see if you'd want to talk about it, having told you multiple times in the past that you can always come to him for anything.

When you'd finally composed yourself, nose red and eyes puffy, you told him what happened, still leaning against him and breaking down throughout the story. It had made the normally calm ghoul so angry that you'd almost felt uncomfortable at how quick his aura changed and at how strong his anger could be felt. He still held you gently, though, nodding at what you said. He was a ghoul of a few words, but you could see the gears turning in his head, even with his face covered. For the rest of the day, you'd hanged out in the garden with Mountain, the ghoul changing your mind with some cool plant facts, some gardening and some funny stories.

As the end of the day came, he guides you back to your room, which made you remembered the times Dew used to do the same—

Feeling your mood change, the tall ghoul put a large hand onto your shoulder, gently squeezing it and turning you to him. He looked down at you with the most serious and caring gaze, saying 5 simple words that would change your night a bit.

"I'll deal with it."

That was a promise.

#ghost band #nameless ghoul #nameless ghoul x reader #sodo x reader #dew x reader #dewdrop ghoul x reader #mountain ghoul x reader #mountain x reader #cheating

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in-ghost-we-trust · 4 months

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No dew on the morning grass

Chapter 2

Dewdrop x reader

Rain x reader???

A rewrite of twilight new moon

When dew left you crumbled into pieces, you've blocked out everyone

Rain = jacob???

Swiss = mike???

Also so very sorry this is so bad I'm on my phone not my computer, I haven't used my phone to post somthing on tumblr in years and I've completely forgot how to find bold and italics so pleaseeee don't judge I'm working with what I got

You haven't left your room in days, why should you? He's left and there's nothing else for you out of this room. When you do let yourself think, you realize that it sounds mean seeing how you have the rest of your friends, rain primaril. He was your best friend since he was summoned, you"ve been to peas in a pod ever since.

The first couple of days you didn't leave your room, he'd tried and tried to get in or you to come out, just anything, somthing. After you never did he would sit outside your door and tell you about his day, any stunts swiss pulled, mountains new flower beds for spring. He'd never get a reply but he could hear you shuffle out of bed to sit on the other side of the door, head pressed to the cool wood. You listened to him, took everything in. Anything he told you, you'd think about it when your mind wasnt on dew. As much as you wanted to open up that door and see rain, as much as you wanted his embrace, his familiar face, his safety, you couldn't bring yourself to open it. Your room was your salvation, no questions, no looks, you could just sleep, forget or dive into your grief, make yourself feel all the pain again and again. The pain was the only reminder that he was real, when mountain brought you back the pictures you had hanging from a line of fairy lights were gone, the blanket he got you for Christmas? Gone. All the shells he had dived into the lake by the abbey for you? Gone. It was as if wherever he had gone he had tied strings to anything that would directly remind you of him and tied them to himself and walked away.

You were in your bed when you heard it, the lock of your door being wiggled and a soft click, you weren't facing the door, you couldn't see who was comming in. Did you even want to look? You shut your eyes praying whoever this was would think you were asleep. A soft creak at the end of your bed sent a shiver down your spine, it didn't cross your mind it might be a creep or a werido until then. Staying still you heard soft foot steps and some rustling next to you. Your bed was about four feet from the window, you and dew had picked out a rocking chair when you both decided which one of your rooms to stay in when you became a couple. You hear it quietly creak like someone was sitting in it and rocking back and forth. A hand brushed stray pieces of hair away from your forehead, you fought the instinct to shoot your eyes open. The hand was cool and remind you of the smoothness of a rock. The hand left your skin and footsteps lead to the bathroom, the sound of water and more creaks towards you sounded in your ears. Your arm is lifted and a cold rag ran over it, you haven't even noticed you were burning hot, the rag moved to your other arm and the sheets you had covering you were moved away and you could feel the coolness of water run over your legs and stop just above your knee, at least whoever this is, is respectful. You heard a little drip drop of water and felt wetness on your face, gentle and safe, like you would wash a small child after they fell off their bike in the mud. It leaves your face and you don't feel anything else until a small part of your hair is moved, like someone trying to play with it. The rocking chair creeks and sounds like it is being pulled closer to the bed more than the window. You buck up enough to open your eye enough to look asleep and to see whoever it was.

Rain sat there looking at you, fingers fidgeting with the tips of your hair. You shut your one eye again. You relax a little bit but your brain starts to wonder. How long has he been doing this? How did you never notice? You decide to flip on your stomach to face him more, you feel his hands snatch away and a sharp intake of breath. You pretend to mumble somthing. You hear a shaky exhale and him starting to talk "I couldn't sleep again, swiss thinks it's werid for me to be here but I have to know your okay, I miss you so much ______ I mean everyone does but everyone has someone else" your stomach drops "cumulus and cirrus and sunshine, aether and swiss, mountains always been more to himself but me? I don't have you anymore" you feel like crying, you've been so caught up with your own heartache you've caused one "whenever you're okay and come back, I'll be there, as much as you need me" thank satan you had your eyes closed because if not tears would have been running down your face. You don't know what to do, you feel you have to do somthing. You "mumble" in your "sleep" again and stretch a arm out from under your head and let it flop on the arm of the rocking chair. You feel his hand take yours, it was a awkward angle but it was nice to feel his skin on your own. "I miss you so much _____" he whispers and traces your hand with his index finger. You actually do start to fall asleep with his voice as a lullaby. When you wake he's not there, your door is locked and there's no rag by your bed, no water, the rocking chair back in its spot. No evidence of him, just like dew.

Thanks to @the-fem1n1ne-urge for commenting, it really gave me motivation to write

Also sorry for no word count I'm writing this in tumblr and not my normal word docs

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tehriel · 1 year

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Commissioned (Terzo x Reader x Sodo)

It is completely finished!

Blurb

Reader is afab nonbinary.

Against your better judgment, you take on a portrait commission with suspicious beginnings. You are an atheist thrust into the world of Satanism as you meet and paint for the earth's most charming antipope. Will you walk away with your worldview untainted? Or will your little chats with Papa Emeritus the Third leave you changed forever? And what of his ghouls~? —Who is that in your motel window your first night in town?

This fic likes cheeky banter, discourse and character driven plot. It's an extremely slow burn featuring Terzo, Sodo—and a little Swiss. It’s about 110k words to get lost in~

You can find the piece here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44321002/chapters/111461152

Below is the first chapter! I hope you like it :3

Chapter 1 - A message from the clergy

[Message from the clergy]

Dear ______

I am writing regarding a one-on-one portrait our clergy would like to commission. I am attaching a calendar. Would these dates suit you?

In his name,

Sister Imperator

Ahoy!

Sister Imperator, thank you for your interest in my work. I have attached a pricing sheet. If pricing is okay with you, then we talk about dates.

-_______

[Message from the clergy]

Dear ______

We have seen your work, and we want you regardless of cost. Do any of these dates suffice?

In his name,

Sister Imperator

Thank you for getting back to me so promptly, Sister.

I recently had my schedule cleared, actually. Any of those dates should suffice. Depending on size, I will need two to four separate sessions with the model, rounding up to about 10 hours for a small piece going upwards of 18 hours in person for bigger. It's all in my pricing guide.

If it is interstate, I will need lodging. It is my personal preference that I do not stay with you in your home, of course. And finally, I would like half up front and half once the painting is completed.

If these conditions meet your expectations, I have attached my contract.

-_______

[Message from the clergy]

Dear _____

We look forward to meeting you at the Mountview Cathedral next week.

In his name,

Sister Imperator

***

Fuck. It was a drive. It was a whole long ass drive with hours to contemplate just how many red flags you ignored in taking the job. It’s not like you had a choice; you needed the pay. You didn't want to admit it, but you also needed to get out of state.

‘Sister Imperator’ had been weirdly pushy and lightning quick to respond—you had to hard ignore the alarm bells ringing. It was difficult, almost as if your right ear had developed tinnitus as some physical manifestation of alarm. There was a low tuning-fork hum reading over each email.

You thought you might scare the sister off with your prices; most people saw your work online and how effortless it seems in your time-lapse videos and happily told you to go to hell after seeing your prices. Making those videos look effortless took a lot of time, practice, student loans and editing. Then there were the travel expenses. People just don't do sit-in portraiture anymore. And for a good reason, you would have to be a little insane to pick it up.

Most people had you paint from photos, which was fine and a staple for your income. But meeting a person and painting them, knowing a facade of them, and there are many facades to a person—just hit differently. And the job came with such an eccentric clientele; you'd painted a man who wanted to pose in a suit made of squirrels, a woman and her five Pekingese all in matching attire. Once, your commission was gifted to an old person to be painted amongst the forest they had saved. They had wanted to be seen as a fairy. It was beautiful. That all seemed so far away now.

You glanced at a sticker pasted in the window of the gas station. It was going to be one of those kinds of towns. It read, ‘they will rise again.’ Crucifix and all. You adjusted the enamel pronouns pin on your lapel. Both the sticker and your pin said ‘they’; maybe these people would be open-minded kind of rise again.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I use the key to your bathroom? The door said to ask,” your voice came out shitty and meek. You were just tired.

“Rightio,” the gas attendant was an older man. He was chewing something—surely not tobacco. He passed over the key; it had a hefty wooden tag to save anyone from making off with it. “You got gas?”

“Uh yeah, number 3, thanks.” You put the key in your pocket and felt his eyes dip to your chest.

“Oh.” He said, as in, ‘oh, you’re one of those’. So it would be like that. “Here you are. Gas is on me, kid.”

Or maybe it wouldn’t be like that? Nope, he handed you a pamphlet that said ‘Mountview holy trinity’. “Oh.” You said, as in, ‘oh, you’re giving me a pamphlet on a religion that could probably hate me.’ “Thank you very much—I am actually painting for a church in town, so that’s..” you didn’t need to tell him your whole thing, but you had, and you were.

“Not that damned cathedral,” he eyed you warily.

“No, I don’t think so, no….” you waved off. Yes, that one, whatever that meant. You knew Catholics and Christians were not really into each other, but you’d thought most of the vitriol had been lost to history. Then again, you were beginning to think this town might have been stuck in history, like a mosquito in amber. You watched him chew. “Cool, I’ll, uh, see about this.” You pointed to the key. “Thank you again for the gas.”

The worst part of the entire interaction was coming back to him after your stop to the bathroom. You had to return the key and inform him that someone had overflowed the toilet.

***

You had to tilt your head to take in all of the cathedral. Something was off about it; maybe it was darker than you were used to, most cathedrals were gothic, but this was gothic in italics. It was jagged and waiting.. for something. Or maybe there was something off about all churches with inflated infrastructure. Maybe you should have 'inflated’ your prices. You binned the thought as soon as you had it; money and asking for it… made your skin crawl sometimes. The pricing sheet asked for the money for you, so you did not have to.

You rubbed your right ear as it had decided to start ringing again.

“You must be ______,” came a call from the entrance while you were wrapped in the tallness of it all. She was an older woman, her hair greying and pulled back. She had the shape of a kindly woman but with something cold creeping into her smile.

You felt your car keys in your hand. You could still deny your name and drive as many hours as it took to return home. You could shake a pride flag at the church’s face and run for the hills. You squeezed the keys for grounding before slowly delivering them to your pocket. “I am,” you heard yourself say. It'd been a while since you used your voice; why did you think it would be deeper? Commanding? Noticeable. You cleared your throat. “Yes, are you Sister…” fuck, you had forgotten her name from the emails. Super professional of you.

“Sister Imperator, yes, it's a pleasure to meet you. Come, follow me; I'll take you to Papa.”

You were about to thumb over to your shitty van where all your supplies were hiding, 'I need to set up, where can I…’ and/or 'I've been driving for hours and would like to know where I'm staying so that I can freshen up,’ all died in your throat as the woman turned around. You had no choice but to follow her into the building.

“Is ‘Papa’ the person whom I will be painting?” You asked, catching up, absently shining the ‘they/them’ pin on your overalls. Saying ‘Papa’ as a full-grown human being clenched something within you—and not in a super good way.

“Yes, Papa Emeritus the third, he ascended to the ranks of Papa as of last year and has not yet had a portrait painted for the hall.”

You heard most of what she had said, only then noting the Italian accent. You admittedly spent more of your time openly gawking at the ceiling, then gawking at the stained glass windows and the paintings. Did they have the right painter? You had confidence in your work, but these were named artists, named. Masterworks. You made a ‘ffff’ fizzling sound as you held back swearing in a holy place.

Holy place. The iconography only then caught up with you. That was a lot of cloven hooves for a holy place. “That's nice,” is all you thought to say faintly. ‘That's nice he ascended to the highest of high unholy ranks, good for that guy.’ A kind of peace came with the satanic-ness of it all. At least you could flap all your favourite pride flags, and no one would bat an eye. Would they?

“Yes, I understand our ways might not be for everyone, but I hope you will give him your utmost respect, regardless.”

Your head snapped back from scrutinising passing satanic depictions for signs of gayness. “I am always professional regarding belief systems; it will not affect the outcome of my work.” ‘Unless you somehow turn out to be a nazi,’ You added silently.

“Good, good.” She seemed to smile genuinely before the cold crept back into her face, sending a chill to your spine, “This is his office here. He knows to expect you. I hope together you'll make something beautiful for our church.”

Why did everything she had to say creep you out like that? “I will do my best to do that,” you nodded and held yourself back from using a thumbs-up to secure the awkwardness.

“I will find you before our mass to give you the directions to your motel,” she nodded and began walking away. “Again, it was a pleasure meeting you.”

You could read people well; maybe she couldn't. You were shitting yourself, being left in the dead centre of an unknown church, about to bother the head of the said church, without backup. “Pleasure meeting you right back,” you grinned nonetheless with your super normal situation. It's called masking, baby~

Her clipped footsteps began disappearing down the stone-tiled hallway. When silence fell, you could really take in the surrounding church ambience. Yep, it was a church. The incense smelt of something in your childhood. The eyes of statues and portraits looked down on you as if they knew you were not supposed to be there.

You blinked at the aged wooden door; it was detailed with a plaque that read ‘Papa Emeritus III’. This was the most uncomfortable opening commission you've ever been through, and one guy wanted to show off his dead arachnid collection to you. Maybe it was more of a tie then? You swore quietly to yourself before you knocked on the door. The hollow knuckle-on-wood sound gave you flashbacks of a principal's office.

“Not on a mass night,” came a slow answer and a slight groan.

You folded your arms and frowned at what that could mean. Outwardly you looked like a person annoyed by the woodgrain of a door.

“I feel you judging me, Sister,” his voice was an ashy sound. “My days before mass are my own, si?”

What does an unholy minister do a day before mass? Some search answers in your mind come up lewd, and others come up sadistic. You look up and down the hallway for Sister Imperator. Then and there, you were a child lost in a supermarket. You sighed softly and remembered you were an adult in an adult situation. “Sorry, I'm an artist—your, uh, Sister said you were expecting me.”

“You’re sorry you’re an artist?” Came the voice on the other side of the door.

“Eh, I have my days,” you shrug.

The ashy voice on the over side of the wood seemed to enjoy that, with a huff of laughter.

He had a nice laugh, smoky. Maybe painting this ‘Papa’ guy wouldn’t be so bad.

“Give me but a moment, artist. I have to make myself, eh, decent.”

Lewd. Definitely lewd; that's what satanic priests do before mass. “Oh, sure, good. Yep.” You stepped far away from the door to give him privacy. “Take uh, your time.” You did not feel like painting someone half way through the job. Standing so long for a painting while being irritable and unsatisfied does not a good portrait make.

You turned on your heel. You went for your AirPods, played something thrashy to mimic the surroundings, and began treating the area as you would a gallery. Ahead you saw the dancing sunshine of windswept branches through stained glass. You stepped into the light and let the colours paint you in rainbows. The lead lighting portrayed an angelic person with arms around a small boy. It could have passed for any religion—save for the smeared Latin and small horns on the child’s forehead.

“Are you supposed to be here?”

“Cheezus, chrimany!” You flinched, pulling a bud from your ear. A shorter masculine figure had suddenly appeared in your peripherals. His voice was marred by the fabric and metallic devil’s mask he wore. The mask must have been a church thing—were you supposed to be masked?

The green eyes behind the mask squinted in amusement.

“Were you just waiting to do that or..?”

He shook his head innocently, “are you supposed to be here?” He asked again.

“I really don’t know at this stage, is anyone supposed to be anywhere?” You pulled a straight face, and he tilted his head slightly, “I’m painting a ‘Papa’(?) or supposed to be. You're not him, right?”

The figure dressed formally in all black and suspenders shook his head slowly. He had a lean figure, kind of like a short, straight stick. It was a nice stick.

You appreciated him for a moment, figuring out his shapes and lines before you realised what you were doing and grimaced to yourself. You did that often. Intimidated by the shiny mask, you hid in humour, “And you,” you gesture around, “you supposed to be here? If not, I could keep a secret,” you winked and tried to be playful.

“I am supposed to be here,” he answered, not entirely playing into your shenanigans.

“Ah,” you nod sagely. You looked around, realising your new companion wanted to stay and watch you. “So this you then?” You point at the horned baby in the led lighting and back to his horned mask.

He smiled then, not that you could see his lips, only hear it in his, “no.”

“Oh?” You arch a brow and point to the blackened scripture, “says right here, this be the baby who would sneak up on people admiring its own depiction.” You tapped the glass like you knew what you were talking about. As if you were not just wasting time. As if you weren’t waiting for your satanic portrait model to finish fucking maybe nine people in the room down the hall.

The devil saddled closer to you with a sly look, “So you read the dead language?”

“It's not dead; it's right there.”

He huffed slightly. “What is your name? For the registry.”

“I was supposed to sign in?” You frowned.

“You were signed in, whether you know it or not, which means you're protected while you're here.”

Protected from…? You bit your lips together; why did he seem more sinister than before? “_____ ______,” you replied, trying to read what lay beyond the mask. “And yours? Something in the old language? Something with no vowels and a couple hissing noises?”

“Sodomiser,” there was a slight growl in his throat.

You nodded profoundly, “Oh, like, you just put that right out there, huh?” That was like calling yourself by your kinks, ‘hey, I'm buttstuff’ or ‘hey, I'm one of those pink flamingos you find on front lawns.’ Could happen. “Did I pass your registration, uh, Mr Sodomiser?”

The red light of the window glinted in the mask as he nodded, and you were suddenly captivated by the reflection. It would be interesting to paint, but the lighting was fleeting. Taking that moment in paint would be impossible. And you were then aware of how close he lingered; if he wasn't wearing a mask, would you have let him so close? He seemed to want to scare you, and you weren't impenetrable, but masks didn't scare you. It was what lay underneath that was genuinely terrifying. Wait, was he sniffing you? “Call me Sodo.”

“Can do,” you rapidly turned back to the window and shoved your hands back into your overalls, suddenly self-conscious about how a drive like that would leave you smelling. “Uh, am I supposed to be wearing one of those?” You figured to ask while watching the leaves shift in the wind before gesturing to where his mask had been moments ago but was then missing. You looked around curiously; the guy had just… vanished.

“Ah, you must be my eh, little painter,” came a voice through a mist of incense from down the hall. “Sorry about that… uhh…” he ended up shrugging.

“Oh.” Was all you had to say. As in, ‘‘oh’, that's what a Papa of a satanic clergy looks like.’ He was not much taller than the masked man that had just left you, but the popey hat did lend to height. He was dressed rather popey all over, with a long, dark cloak patterned religiously. He had a simplistic skull face paint; it was fresh, and you could only imagine how it looked moments ago. “Yes, I'm ______.” You offered a professional handshake—people liked those.

“I'm Papa Emeritus, the congregation calls me Papa, so please, call me Papa.” He took your hand in his in a way you weren't expecting, lifting it to his lips. You only then noticed his heterochromia as he captured your eyes in his, one eye stark white and the other shifted green to hazel in the rainbow bath of the window.

“Oh, okay,” not missing a beat, you took his leather-clad hand and bowed to kiss the back of it.

He lightly cocked his head as you returned his hand back to him.

“Thought we were just…people don’t return the kiss?”

“No, not usually.”

You nod slowly, “it doesn't seem fair though. Was it… nice anyway? Or are you more give than take? I'm sorry, I'm not sure how to act. I've done religious portraiture, sure, but….”

“Does our church scare you?” He raised his chin and bored into you with his white iris. “It’s not often Sister looks outside the congregation for hire.” His Italian accent brought a musicality to his words.

“Scared? Not really, but you seem….” You gestured around, “like a Pope? Like a lot bigger of a deal than I am qualified for. That’s a big deal,” you point to the elaborate painting your painting would supposedly share a wall with, “that looks like a huge deal,” you address the window. “Just look how I talk, that’s not really.. this..” you floundered with your hands again.

“Big deal, eh?” He relaxed and shrugged a little, “Sister usually knows what she likes, and she likes you, but you are correct; this is a huge deal,” some of his words sounded like growls. It wasn’t temperament, it was animal. His robes billowed as he stepped to take in the stained glass beside you, “do you know the story of Archon the fallen?”

You shook your head and looked up into the eyes of the angel. You couldn't place gender upon them, which was comforting somehow.

“It is said that after the bible age, prophets became obsolete. Who would believe them after all, hum?” He raised a brow at you, his hands clasped behind his back.

You looked away shyly; you didn't mean to oppose his belief system, but you don't get to choose what you believe in, and for you, it was nothing.

“We have newer stories from a war waged between heaven and hell in the after. In this one, the archangel Archon fell to protect what hell believed would be their next weapon. A prince of hell. Atmos.”

“Weapon… That’s a kid.”

Papa Emeritus smiled slightly, “Archon felt the same; as a testament to free will above all else, Archon saw the child their people were fighting to kill and found him blameless. The child was yet to be any kind of weapon. Archon believed no one decides our future so they saved and hid Atmos. Granted him free will to become a weapon or not, and for it, their wings were stripped. Archon stands for the ultimate rebellion, that fate is a lie.” He growled the word ‘lie’ in a way that ran through your gut.

“Mmm, that doesn't seem so scary,” you said softly, looking into the angel’s face for a new perspective.

Papa turned, and you shared a look. You saw a shimmer of the facade you would paint.

Then you blinked, “but I somehow have to create a painting that can share a wall with that.” you flailed a hand at only the most incredible stained glass window ever.

“I am telling you, if Sister thinks you are able, you are more than able. Come, I know a place where you can set up.”

***

“So how would you like to be seen, P-papa?” you stumbled with his name because, honestly, it didn't want to come out of your lips.

His makeup skewed as he quirked his brow at your slip-up. You’d already had him move through poses and had taken photos for him to see. Your mirror was set up, your canvas… The room you were set into was a study—you think. There was a desk, an eclectic collection of skulls and bones, bookcases and an ornate chair. Taken from behind the desk, the chair was something akin to a throne.

“I am unsure what you mean, caro Pittore.” He leaned against the desk beside you and was peering at your phone. He seemed to know how to pose for a picture, but a painting was different; you had to be comfortable with no intricate hand gestures you could not hold for hours. Definitely no arms out.

“Suppose it's for your clergy. How do you want them to see you, powerful, infallible?” You skip past photos taken early on where it seemed he wanted to claw at you through the camera with the golden-tipped fingernails attached to every finger of his leather gloves.

“A storyteller?” you asked simultaneously as he said, “fuckable.”

“What did you say?” He asked.

“I said storyteller, you told me a story out there, I know it's not your whole being, but it's the facade I have of you, and it was nice… I think I know what you said, but run that by me again.”

“I said, fuckable,” he admitted, “inviting, you know? This is a house of sin, si? I want to invite sin.”

You slowly looked up at him from your phone. And blinked. “You want me to paint you a calling card?”

He smiled slowly. “Non?” He said in a particular way that meant he very much wanted you to paint a calling card.

“I can do it,” you suppose, “now how fuckable are we going? I've painted boudoir before, never a religious figure but, first time for everything.” You sat upon the throne and made a boudoir pose. “oh, or this…” you showed off your buns riding the throne backward and looking back at the mirror in your super attractive stained overalls. “Ooo, ahhh, so fabulous.”

“Okay, okay, I see,” Papa chuckled. “Take a couple steps back, a storyteller, huh? You said it is a facade? I’ve been called alotta things, but not storyteller. Books are more the cardinals thing.”

You stop posing, “Yeah, it comes with the job, right? You stand up before mass and tell a proverb, tell what you see in it, add a dash of charisma, and make it alluring; I can’t paint all of you; of course, I can only paint what I see. People are diamonds, multifaceted; this will be one facet or façade—of you.” And you had just gone on a passion rant in front of a new client. You internally grimaced.

He looked into the middle distance in ponder before responding, “I like alluring,” he admitted.

You realised you were just putting on your usual act for your client to make them feel at ease in the space, but he was really looking at you. You realised how you were sitting, realised the silence and moved more meekly away from the throne. “Then take a seat, Papa; make sure you're comfortable.” His eyes were on yours as he passed. His warm shoulder slightly brushed yours as he took his throne. At first, he was just sitting, then looking in the mirror, he arranged his robes, shifting his legs apart to rest a hand on his thigh and lean back in his chair.

“What do you think, caro pittore? Does it say, eh, let Papa tell you a story? Is it alluring? Hmm?”

You felt your ears go pink, “Yes, all of those, but this hand,” the one not welcoming the viewer to his thigh, “it's not really—” He touched it to his chin, and you shook your head, then he touched a finger to his mouth, “still… oooo, skull.” You hurried over and picked up a very human skull. “Something with this.” You passed it over, and he held it in one palm. “Oh, I saw this piece on Pinterest where there was a rosary coming out of it, not that we have to physically do that; I can add that later. But it means I can draw attention to your… ‘not-crucifix’(?)”

“Grucifix,” he quietly corrected, eyes following you around the room as you inspected for props.

“Oh, you learn something new every day… uh, is this important?” Sat on a tall bookshelf was a helmet like the one the man in the hallway had been wearing. You shifted a wall-riding ladder to get a better look.

“It's one of the masks our ghouls wear.”

“Does it seem like something you want to be portrayed with?” You moved your head to watch the sheen before taking it down towards Papa. You wanted to paint the colours of the stained glass window in it.

“I know what to do with it,” You were hyper-aware of his movements as he took his hand away from his thigh and received the mask from you to put it beneath his boot before replacing his hand.

“Uh, not a fan of ‘ghouls’? What are they about anyway? I met…..” you then pulled a straight face knowing what you had to say, “I met ‘Sodo’ in the hallway earlier.”

“I hope he, eh, played nice? I love my ghouls, and sometimes, they love being stepped on. They’re something like the church’s protectors; some help lead our rituals.”

Your brain was left behind when he admitted to stepping on ghouls. “Oh, good. Good, good, good, good, good. Yeah, he played.” You supposed.

“Sodo is… how to put.. eh uno stronzo corto--small and fucking angry,” he laughed sympathetically.

You hadn’t quite got angry from Sodo, maybe a bit cold. You snapped more photos on your phone and were reviewing them when you felt Papa come in close behind to look. He was quite a curious man. For some reason, the incense peeling off his body didn't seem stuffy when it often did for you. You could also smell the leather of his gloves.

“You, uh, like this pose?” He asked about the one your brain decided to stutter on, his voice lower with proximity.

“Yeah,” your voice was faint before returning to yourself, “yes, the background and the lighting just need some adjustment. In the afternoons, we should get some nice lighting through that window; I'll bring some diffusers.. maybe something coloured to mimic the stained glass outside.” You looked up and found him staring at you with his mismatched eyes.

You paused.

He paused.

“I should…”

“You should…”

You weren't about to be caught in another spider’s web. “I should grab my equipment. You’re going to be stuck in that chair for a while… go, you know,” you gestured about, “whatever you need to do, give me an hour or so,” you nodded and gave Papa a sparkly thumbs up.

“hmm, I wasn’t wholly thrilled about Sister making this appointment, but uh, it seems I am changing my mind.”

“Good, we like a willing participant,” you said with all your sparkly masking ignoring the mood he was trying to set. Keep up the energy, keep up the image, keep up the unthreatening. Hide your teeth. Thank you so much for reading! I hope you liked it :3

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can u pls do ummmm um dew/reader/rain :3 mayb a little jealousy smth smth ....... and like ummmm mayb things get a little wild or smth like idk ! hope this helps thank u champion <3

Next time you want me to write smut ask me out loud instead of sauntering into my ask box as an anon (jk ily but if you don't give me more substance next time i'll beat u <3)

Anyways possessive Rain is the best and you cannot boo me cause I'm right

MDNI 18+ my requests are open !

“And what’s this lovely Sibling doing all alone?”

“Working, Dew. Ever heard of it?”

You grabbed another crate of books and moved between the rows of shelves hoping to put some distance between you and the fire ghoul. You pushed the row on the shelf in front of you to make room for the newest editions and sighed when you were met with Dew’s smug little face peeking back at you.

“What a shame. I was looking for someone to play with and all that came to mind was you.”

“How romantic.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved the stack in your hand into place obscuring his face. You felt a small smile creep onto your face hearing the softest little whine from him, but it quickly fell when he rounded the corner. You crossed your arms as he closed the distance between you two. He was so close you could feel the heat that seemed to always be rolling off of him.

“Come on, all work and no play makes you a bad Sibling.” He trails a claw up your forearm. You have to fight the shudder you can feel pricking just under your skin. You’d be damned if you gave him the reaction he wanted.

You look at him with your best bored expression “If you want to fuck someone so bad I’m sure Phantom would be delighted to have you.”

You watched his eyes start to glow with the mention of the quintessence ghoul’s name. You felt a little proud of yourself for knowing just how to get under Dew’s skin. He stepped back from you with a dramatic sigh, throwing his head back.

“You really are no fun. Explains why Rainy took such a liking to you.”

That little fucker.

You don’t get the chance to reply before he walks past you towards the main doors of the library. You tense feeling the spade of his tail brush the side of your thigh. You swear you hear a snicker before you’re completely alone again. You groan and lean against the shelf you were working on when you hear the heavy doors open and then close. For the past few weeks, you have been having encounter after encounter with Dew that pretty much follows the exact same formula. He annoys you, asks you to fuck, and then leaves when you say no, but not before he gets some type of reaction out of you. It’s a game to him and despite constantly turning him down you couldn’t help but feel like you were the one losing. You had no idea what you did to gain the little fire ghoul’s attention, but you did know he was starting to draw you in. You hated yourself for even thinking that, but there was no denying it.

Actually, scratch that.

You knew exactly what you did to get his attention. It’s because you had gotten Rain’s attention. The water ghoul tends to spend a lot of his free time split between the lake and the library. A few months ago he had begun to appear during the shifts you worked. He didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, just sat in his usual spot and flipped through whatever he was currently reading. That didn’t stop you from staring, though. You had always thought he was a sight to behold, the way his blue-grey skin rippled like a pool when the sunlight hit him just right or how his fangs would poke out from under his lip when he was wholly absorbed in his story. You were enamored by him. All your feelings came to a head one day when he caught you throwing glances in his direction. He came over to you and you were sure he was going to call you out or tell you off, but all he did was introduce himself and ask if you wanted to know what he was reading.

From that point on, you and Rain had started to hang around each other more often. At first, it was innocent enough. Simply gushing to each other about the latest books you’ve read or sharing the gossip heard around the Ministry, but then hands started to wander. He’d give these little touches that would make your stomach flip and skin feel electric. He’d say these little things that made you overanalyze every conversation later that night in the shower. You’d squirm and he’d go on like nothing was happening, as if he didn’t know exactly what effect he had on you. It all tipped over the edge one night when he pulled you into an alcove after midnight mass panting about just how badly he needed you. The thought was quickly interrupted by a pair of ember-like eyes burning holes into your soul.

That was about the time Dew started to pop into your life. That was also the last time Rain tried for secrecy. Ever since then, he had been very outward about his affection, about his fondness for you. He even began taking to staying in your room a few nights out of the week. Your life soon became overrun with the near-constant presence of two ghouls. At first, it was almost like a dream come true, but now it was just your personal nightmare. As Rain got more possessive Dew got more insistent. It was getting to be a bit overwhelming if you were being honest.

Maybe I’ll talk to Rain about it…oh fuck Rain!

You checked the time on the grandfather clock that sat near the fireplace in the library and cringed when you heard the bells chime before you even finished reading the face. You were late. It was supposed to be one of your little date nights, something he insisted on doing recently, but you completely missed the meeting time. You hadn’t realized just how long you’ve been unpacking all the new books that were ordered. You groaned and moved the half-empty crate behind the front desk deciding it’ll be easier to just deal with the rest tomorrow. You left the library in a hurry to get back to your room. You’d be quick. You would just change out of your uniform and sprint to the lake no problem at all.

You paused when you were outside of your door. You leaned in closer and furrowed your brow in confusion. Either you were crazy or someone was in your shower. You carefully opened the door and crept in. You immediately sighed in relief when you saw Rain’s clothes draped over the chair at your desk. Of course he wouldn’t go to the lake without you first. You flopped onto the bed after changing out of your habit, idly scrolling your phone waiting for him to finish. You didn’t dare open any of the messages from Dew. The sound of the shower turning off made your head pop up. It wasn’t long before the door opened with a puff of steam and Rain walking out with nothing on but his sweatpants and a towel around his neck. He didn’t look surprised to see you sitting there in the slightest.

“Did you use all the hot water?”

“You could’ve joined me.” He shrugged with a smile before sitting down next to you, pulling you to his side.

“I take it we’re not going to the lake anymore?”

“Nah it’s too cold for that now.”

“I’m sorry I got caught up at work and–”

“Don’t be sorry sweet thing. We still have the rest of the night together.”

“But–”

You were cut off by him leaning down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, planting a light kiss there. You tensed when you felt him pull away and sit up. His expression was unreadable.

“You smell like Dew.”

Here we go.

“Yeah he came to visit me at work…like always.”

“What did he want?”

“Oh, the usual. Asking me to fuck him and then making fun of you.”

He looked at you expecting you to continue. It wasn’t hard to tell you had something else on your mind. You played with his fingers as you spoke the next part.

“Rain what is going on with you two? He hasn’t left me alone since you started spending more time with me.”

Rain rolled his eyes “That’s just how he is. He has to have everything I have. He wants everything I want.”

“So it really is just a game to him?”

“More or less, why do you ask?”

You couldn’t explain it. The quick sinking feeling you got when Rain said this. Of course, you had always had that thought in your mind that Dew was just toying with you, but having it confirmed by the one who knew the fire ghoul better than anyone else made you feel strange. You shook your head trying to shrug it off, but Rain didn’t let it go. He turned fully towards you, putting a hand over yours.

“You wanted it to be more than a game, didn’t you?”

You floundered for a response, not entirely sure how to answer that. He laughed and it sends a shiver down your spine. You meet his gaze and you see something dark, almost predatory there.

“I hate to burst your bubble, but he’s not going anywhere near you” he leaned in close and dragged his fangs over your pulse point “I’ll make sure of that.”

~~~

Everything only got worse from there. Rain now spent all of his free time in the library pretending to read while he watched you work. Any time Dew showed up you could hear the low growl from across the room. This only spurred Dew on. He would talk to you louder than necessary while making eye contact with Rain the entire time. You were mortified the day he commented on the fresh bruises and bite marks that peaked above the collar of your uniform. You were entirely prepared to see Rain attempt to kill him. That day didn’t come for a while, though.

It all happened so quickly. Dew has been uncharacteristically quiet all day. Simply watching you and occasionally actually helping you. Rain had been on the same page for ten minutes. And then it happened. You almost fell carrying the last of the massive crates of books and Dew was right there. He caught you just before you face-planted into the nearest shelf, holding you closer than needed asking if you were alright in a low voice. You didn’t get the chance to answer before you heard a chair scraping against the floor and Dew was yanked off of you. You watched Rain drag Dew out of the library by the back of his neck, tail lashing as he went.

That was the last you saw of both of them for the next 24 hours. The only thing that stopped you from believing Dew was dead at the bottom of the lake was that no new announcement regarding ghoul summonings was made. Your last straw was when you went to the feast hall and the ghoul table was noticeably empty. You decided that you were going to march down to the ghoul den, find Rain and Dew, and demand an explanation. But that was easier said than done.

You found yourself standing outside of the den. You had been standing for about ten minutes now. All your confidence drained the moment you saw the ornate doors with various claw marks on them. You were about ready to say fuck it and turn around when you heard shouting. The voices very clearly belonged to Dew and Rain. Well, you assumed it was Rain because all you could hear was the angry snarls of the fire ghoul. You pressed closer to the door to make out what they were saying.

“I don’t understand why you’re so pissy about this! It’s not like this is the first time we’ve shared a Sibling!”

“Oh please. Don’t act like you don’t know what you’re doing. Sharing. The great Dewdrop doesn’t share. He takes what he wants without considering for a moment anyone or anything but himself.”

“Aww you think I’m great.”

You jump back when you hear the sound of feet stomping closer to the door.

“Yeah Yeah go run and hide at the bottom of the lake. Maybe I’ll visit your sweet thing while you’re moping.”

The door flies open and you stare dead ahead at Rain’s chest, too scared to meet his gaze. You can feel him staring down at you. Your face flushes when you hear Dew cackle.

“Or maybe they’ll visit me.”

Rain hisses and there’s a moment of silence before his hand brushes your cheek. It trails down under your jaw as he tilts your head up to look at him. You feel your stomach drop to the floor when you’re met with that blank face that’s impossible to read. Just over his shoulder, you can see Dew staring at you with his head slightly tilted and a grin plastered on his face. Rain’s voice pulls your attention back to him.

“What are you doing here?” he says softly, genuinely.

“I…came to find you and Dew. I was worried when you both disappeared after what happened in the library.”

“Aww did you hear that Rainy? They were worried about me.”

Rain’s eyes narrow as he removes his hand from your face and grabs your wrist. He begins to leave the den and you have to dig your heel in to not be dragged along with him. When he feels the resistance he stops to turn and look at you confusion written all over his features.

“No” You’re feeling a lot bolder than you were five minutes ago “No. That’s not all. I have no idea what’s going on between you two but you need to kiss and make up. I’m tired of being dragged into the middle of this.”

“What’s going on is Dew cannot fathom the idea that I have interests that aren’t him.”

“I think what you mean to say is ‘I’m a possessive bitch who can’t stand it when the great Dewdrop looks at anything that’s not me’.”

Dew’s words and the glare from Rain make you have a sudden realization. This was never Dew’s game. It was Rain’s. You think back to all the encounters you had with Rain before the day he pulled you into that alcove and realize Dew had always been there. You now understand why he became a presence in your life after that moment. At this point though, you couldn’t care less about which ghoul wanted who or what. You were tired of their petty little pissing contest.

“Okay,” You rub the bridge of your nose “What’s it going to take to get you two off my ass and to treat each other like friends again?”

“You really don’t have to do anything. It’ll cool over like it always does.”

“Rain I am sick and tired of being in the middle of this.”

“You know, I have an idea. But I don’t think Rainy will be too thrilled about it.”

Rain growls at him and you too have an understanding of what that idea is.

“Lord’s below Rain if all it takes is letting Dew get his dick wet then what's the problem.”

“The problem is he can’t stand when it’s anyone else but him.”

“Can it Dewdrop,” you turn to look at Rain who looks ready to break something but the slight blush on his face betrays his thoughts “Would it help if you were there?”

“Ooo we picked a freaky one! Come on wet boy they’re literally asking for it.”

Rain sighs “You really wanna do this?”

“If it’ll get things back to normal then yes. Very much so.”

You did not realize how fast it would all move when you said those little words. The doors to the ghoul den were slammed shut as Rain stalked close to you with that hunter’s gaze. You were suddenly very aware of how easily it would’ve been for Rain to just get rid of you if he really didn’t want Dew around you. You start to back away from him but you end up bumping into Dew’s chest. You feel his hands wrap around your middle and his breath against your ear.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Rainy’s always liked the chase. Why do you think it took him so long to fuck you? It wasn’t just because of me.”

You yelp feeling yourself be quickly lifted off the ground by the little ghoul. He taunts Rain the whole way to his bedroom. You briefly wonder how many times this exact situation has happened when you see the look on Rain’s face. You don’t have much time to consider it before you’re being thrown rather unceremoniously onto a bed. You barely have enough time to blink before Dew is sitting between your legs.

“Alright dear Sibling, last chance. If you wanna leave just say the words and that’ll be it.”

You feel the mattress dip as Rain sits against the headboard. You look up at Dew and see his burning gaze and you come to find you want this a lot more than you previously thought. You gave Dew the go-ahead and that was all he needed. He practically pounced on you the moment ‘yes’ left your mouth. He kissed you harshly before nipping your bottom lip with his fangs. You gasped and he used this to slip his forked tongue into your mouth. He licked into you feverishly before making an attempt at shoving his tongue down your throat. His mouth never left yours as his hands traveled from your hips to your neck. He flexed his claws against your skin each time you moaned into his mouth.

You reach for him, trying to bring him closer to you, but the moment you do he is ripped from you. You whined in confusion as Rain pulled him off of you and onto him. You watched the way Rain pulled his head back by his hair exposing his neck. He squirmed and gasped as Rain kissed and bit at the scars on his neck. Dew reached a hand out and pushed lightly on Rain causing him to stop and gaze at him.

“Come on Rainy don’t be rude to our guest. I thought you liked your sweet thing?”

You looked away when Rain’s eyes landed on you. He smoothed a hand over your head, letting it continue down your back and under your shirt. You shudder at his cool touch and finally look up at him. He grins when he has your attention before darting forward and biting hard into Dew’s neck. He gasps and ruts ever so slightly onto Rain’s thigh as the water ghoul laps at the wound before any blood can dribble down. He pulls back and hums in satisfaction at the mark.

“Now you can play with him.”

He practically dumps him back on top of you. He doesn’t move from his spot sitting next to you against the headboard as Dew straddles your hips and pulls your shirt off. He latches himself to your neck as he drags the tips of his claws down your body to rest just above your hip bone. You can feel his tail snake into the bottom of your shorts, the tip of the spade creeping closer and closer to your clit. You gasp when it pushes past the fabric of your underwear and slides so slowly through you. He kisses up your neck and jaw as his tail flicks small circles over you.

You squirm as the spade traces gently over your hole before pushing in. Your moan is immediately swallowed by Rain bringing his lips to yours. He reaches over you and cups one of your breasts in his hand, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You try to concentrate on kissing Rain back but all you can focus on is the feeling of Dew’s tail dragging against your walls. Rain gasps and pulls back from you squeezing your chest harshly. You crack open an eye to Dew’s hand shoved down Rain’s sweats jerking him as he fucks you with his tail. You see something dangerous flash across Rain’s face as his eyes flick from you to Dew.

He swats the fire ghoul’s hand away and shoots up, grabbing him by the wrists. You yelp as he’s quickly pulled off of you when Rain flips their positions. He pulls Dew’s ass up by the hips and pulls his pants off him.

“I still think you’re being mean Rainy.” He wiggles his ass back against Rain’s dick. Rain peers over at you before pulling Dew flush against his chest by his hair.

“Get under him.”

You shift around until you’re laying on your stomach looking up at the two ghouls.

“Now suck it.”

You slowly bring your lips to the head of his cock and push the tip into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the slit before taking more of him. Dew’s breathy pants turn into moans as the slick sounds of Rain pushing into Dew fill the room. You had no time to prepare before Rain thrusts brutally into Dew causing him to be pushed to the back of your throat. You gag and the fire ghoul whines as your muscles contract around him. His hand shoots to the back of your head, threading his fingers through your hair guiding you up and down his dick.

He barely has to move you as Rain keeps up a devastating pace. Dew’s head is thrown back against Rain’s shoulder with his tongue hanging out of his mouth too blissed out from getting fucked from the back and the front. You have to focus on breathing through your nose as every thrust from Rain pushes Dew to the back of your throat. You work your tongue over the vein on the underside of his cock. It’s all you can do feeling the ache in your jaw and your forearms from holding yourself up.

You hear Rain hiss something in Infernal and it’s the only warning you get before you feel Dew spill hotly down your throat. You fight off a gag at the suddenness of it.

“You better swallow all of it. Don’t waste a drop of him.”

You do just as you're told and pull off of him with an obscene pop unable to hold yourself up anymore. It doesn’t take much longer before the sound of skin slapping against skin stutters and Rain grunts biting into Dew’s neck again as he cums deep inside of him. Dew flops forward next to you when Rain pulls out of him. The water ghoul runs his fingers through his hair and wraps his tail loosely around your wrist. Dew reaches over and squeezes your hand before turning his head to look at you.

Eventually you all roll around until Rain is between both you and Dew, holding you close. You feel yourself drifting off soothed by the sounds of the ghoul’s purrs, that is until you feel Dew squeeze your hand again. You look across to him and get a bad feeling from the glint in his eye. He slowly untangles himself from Rain and crawls over to you. He runs his claws over your thighs.

“Dew…” you warn, glancing up at Rain who appears to be sound asleep.

“Oh don’t worry about sleeping beauty. Just focus on me.”

You slap a hand over your mouth when his hand dips into your shorts. You closed your eyes and send a quick prayer to whoever was listening that Rain wouldn’t wake up to Dew doing his absolute best to pull you closer to your own edge.

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