#ghost bc x male reader

[fr3akingtf0utrn]

“everything’s going to be okay, i promise.”

swiss ghoul x gn! reader

warnings: mention of suicidal thoughts, past sh scars, thoughts of relapse, relapsing, ed, etc.

- buckle up bitches, i’m sad, so this is sad. this little blurb is exactly how i feel rn.

——past memory/flashback

//switch pov/person

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The screams felt overwhelming at the end, and you have no idea why. They soon we’re blurred and you barely remember even leaving the stage and being the first one on the bus.

Everything was going so well. The rituals were amazing as usual but suddenly you got that feeling.

That feeling where you can’t anymore. That feeling that takes over your entire body, controls it.

You recalled getting this feeling in the middle of the tour while hanging out in one of the ghouls’ hotel.

You guys planned on watching many movies that night but yours didn’t last long.

It was during the 2nd movie, a triggering scene came on. The scene almost being the exact same situation you bad time through.

That causing you to be zoned out throughout the entire night, staring off into space. During that, these thoughts came back. Too many thoughts.

You felt suffocated. Not because of the ghoul pile, never, but these malicious needs egged you on more and more.

Your breathing picked up and you knew Swiss noticed since he was literally on you. You tried you best to calm down but nothing worked.

Swiss moved himself to turn to look at you, his eyebrows furrowed. He was between your legs, his head was resting on you abdomen.

He placed his hand on your thigh, and gave you a look, asking you quietly if you’re okay. You felt yourself get choked up, and shook your head.

Swiss removed himself from you and you quickly sat up, breathing. You slowly felt yourself become disgusted with your reaction and you frowned.

Swiss went to comfort you but without noticing him, you went to leave.

You quickly hopped over each ghoul and announced how you felt tired and wanted to get some rest. Everyone except swiss said goodnight and love you’s, not taking notice of your disheveled body. You took your leave and carried to your room.

Swiss sat there confused, multiple thoughts going through his head. Then it hit him, he wasn’t too sure, but was almost positive.

The scene from the movie. He knew you’ve struggled with suicidal intentions since you’ve joined the clergy. All the ghouls knew because it was easy to sense someone’s feelings..including blood.

The first time they’ve ever smelt blood on you was one of the second band practices you were in since summoned. Definitely confused but never said anything.

Through the months, of course growing close, it obvious you struggled, but one day, Aether had mentioned something to everyone when you had left.

——

Aether had his mouth open and his eyes were on the ground, wavering. Sodo took notice, “What are you doing?”

Aether closed his mouth and gulped. His mind was in distraught, “I-..i knew something was wrong but…”

All the ghouls now gathered around, confused and interested. A tear fell from aethers eye, sometimes he hated being a quintessence ghoul. He had heard your thoughts and felt the urge you felt. The want. The need. The need to release and how you were going to do it.

His hands shook, “Y/n…i felt..” Aether took a deep breath, “remember when we smelt blood on them?” He looked up at them all, a tear fell once more.

Everyone froze, seemingly knowing what he was going on about because of his tears. It was silent for awhile, until swiss broke it, “are you sure.?”

Aether nodded, “i heard and felt everything as soon as they were packing up… it was..gut wrenching.”

They all kept that moment to themselves, not wanting to lose any trust they barely built up yet.

——

Swiss sat in silence as he stared where you once stood in-front of them.

He recalled when he first saw scars on your legs. All of you in the ghoul lounge and in a cuddle pile, his head on your lap. You had been wearing shorts, but they had ridden up without you noticing.

At first, he saw a big one just above your knee, assuming it was just from hell. But, he saw another one travel up farther up your thigh. And then more scattered in one spot. He lifted his head up and saw on both legs.

He had let a shuddered breath and from that moment he promised to take care of you and finally break the loneliness of pain you we’re in.

//

once you had made it to you hotel room, you crashed.

Sliding down the door, tears falling rapidly.

‘why now..i was doing so good,’ you sobbed as you thought that, “i was doing so good..” you barely managed to get out.

You didn’t even make it to the bed, just laying sprawled out on the floor, hiccuping. Your claws were scratching at your skin, deep marks seeping out blood.

‘please please, don’t do it, you were doing so good,’ you silently said to yourself. Having to beg your urge to not do it, you didn’t even have your blade, only having your claws.

They hurt more then you can imagine, not the same but you can’t help but think you deserve it. Deserve this pain.

A gentle yet firm knock at your door made you jump. You froze, not knowing what to do.

“..Y/n? It’s Swiss,” Swiss. Your eyes widen as you quickly got up. Frantically searching for a hoodie.

As you were digging through your bags, swiss continued, “please let me in.. i don’t want you too-..” he cut himself off. You shook your head at yourself for being obvious but finally found your hoodie.

Swiss heard you shuffling and bit his lip in worry. what we’re you doing? why were you taking so long? why-

The door clicked, slowly opening.

Swiss felt himself break at the sight of you.

You stood still, eyes to the ground, one hand on the door, the other wrapped around yourself over the giant hoodie.

Your hair covered your face, but Swiss could sense the amount of pain you were in.

“..what’s up.?” your voice was soft spoken, afraid that if you fully used your voice, it would break.

Swiss frowned slightly, almost pouting, he was annoyed at how easily you could go from having a breakdown to acting like nothing happened.

“..just wanted to see if you’re okay,” Swiss started, desperate to see your face as it was still facing slightly down. He raised his hand gently, going to cup your cheek. You flinched slightly but let it happen. “are you okay?” He asked.

You let him tilt your face up, hair falling to the side of your cheek. Swiss saw your red eyes, he also felt the sadness immediately when touching you.

“oh honey,” just by those words swiss spoke, you broke. Eyes watering, mouth twitching to a frown, and then to the ugly cry face.

Swiss quickly guided you inside your room and closed the door, you sliding into his body along the way.

He immediately engulfed you and picked you up. You seemingly weighed nothing to him as he carried you to the bed, arms still wrapped around you as you guys laid against the back board.

Your claws latched onto his shirt as you sobbed into him. Swiss felt himself start to tear up as he heard the words you spoke to yourself quietly. Words that could break anyone.

Swiss squeezed you tighter, and he held onto you, wanting your coldness to turn into warmth.

Hours passed, you calmed down but Swiss could still feel your hurt, god how much he wanted to just take it away from you.

He wants nothing more than for your happiness to be shown again. He just wants you to be back.

He just wants you.

——

Months into the tour, and you’ve become quiet most days. Almost never speaking after the rituals. Clearly everyone took notice, it was like you always cheered people up just by your presence, but now you felt absent.

You just locked yourself away in the tour bus rooms, or your hotel room. 

Obviously Swiss was still always there for you, but it got harder when your depression turned into anger.

Recently, you had accidentally snapped at him when he tried comforting you after you messed up during a ritual.

——

“Fuck me!” you whisper-yelled and kicked a box back stage. Swiss had followed you out after you stormed off after bowing.

Sitting on the box you jus kicked, you hugged your knees to your chest. You wanted to just rip out your hair but you still had your mask on and had to keep it on till the bus arrived.

Swiss saw your glamour die down slowly, your tail being the first to whip harshly behind you and frowned but walked towards you.

“hey that is not your fault, don’t blame yourself,” Swiss said as he placed his hand on your shoulder. You smacked his hand and growled.

“of course it was my fault! Lord, i can’t even do one thing fucking right,” You stood up and started clawing at your arm, red scratch marks appearing.

He watched as you paced around, your back turned to him.

“Y/n! it wasn’t your fault, that fan literally threw something directly at you!” Swiss growled back, getting annoyed by your antics.

“but it was MY fault the others got confused, including Papa!” You whipped your head to him, baring your teeth. Swiss stumbled slightly at your aggressive state.

“it’s my fault i fucked up! It’s my fault i’m holding everyone back! it’s my fucking-..” your voice broke as you spoke. “It’s my fucking fault i’m like this,” your eyes widening as tears slipped passed your mask, hitting the ground.

Swiss’ eyes were wide as well as he watched you break yourself down. “y/n-” Swiss went to comfort you, but you immediately shut him down.

“And stop saying it’s okay! it’s not! im fucking not! You comforting me is almost useless because i still have the urge,” your claws sharpened as you gripped at your mask. Swiss knew you didn’t mean these words but it stuck to me.

“oh my fuck, i cant breath,” you clawed at the mask, three marks went through the leather. You almost collapse on the ground, but Swiss made it to you before you could.

Swiss helped with your mask and covered you as you let your full ghoul form out.

He saw your red face and saw the anger in your eyes. As your eyes met he saw your sharp slits grow big and dilate. Emotions ran through you. Embarrassment, sadness, anger, panic, and guilt.

Seeing that Swiss took off his mask with you filled you with guilt. The fact he would stand by you even when you lashed out on him made you almost cry.

But at the same time, seeing his face calmed you from doing anything else. You remembered what you said and regretted it. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean- i’m sorry i cant-” Swiss cut you off and hugged you, “i know, i know,” He placed his head on top of yours as you smushed into his chest.

——

Swiss watched you silently. You faced the wall, back turned to him as you were laid down on the small twin sized bed. His heart burned for you. He wished he could take away your pain. He would give you the world if it meant you wouldn’t have to go through this anymore.

In his mind he begged himself to tell you how he feels. He wanted to claim you so badly, to make you his. He didn’t care how horrible your emotions could be, he didn’t give one of Copia’s rats ass how you looked when you were struggling the most and had no energy to do anything.

You changed him so much when you were summoned. It was like something in him switched as you guys grew closer.

Swiss stopped sleeping around, he came to realize it slightly disturbed him because all he did was think about you. But it is because he wanted to do those things with you. Not particularly sex but love.

All he wanted was you.

As those thoughts passed through his mind, he heard you groan, and shuffle a bit. He panicked as your body shook.

Quickly, he stood up and rushed to you. Your body arched off the bed and your contorted into a frown as tears slid down your face.

Swiss sat on the bed and placed your upper body to rest against him. He mumbled sweet words and moved his hand to rub soothing circles on your shoulder.

Your body stopped contorting, resting finally as you woke up. A sharp breath left you as you realized the nightmare you had. Swiss watched you, saying nothing.

You realized where you are and looked up at him. “swiss..” you whispered, and swiss swore his heart was on fire. The way you looked at him made him realize he needed to tell you.

Swiss lifted his hand to move stray pieces of hair from your face and admired you.

Realization ran through you as you looked into Swiss’ eyes. All he has ever done has been there for you. But it wasn’t just him being there for you. No, never. You were so blinded by your own emotions that you never noticed the way he looked at you. The way he admired you. The way he loved you.

In this moment, you also realized your feelings. You’ve grown attached to him since day 1. And as you two became close, years passed, you felt your heart drop when you knew how you felt.

You searched Swiss’ eyes, praying he felt the same without realizing he was doing the same.

“Swiss,” you said once more as you pace a hand atop of his when he placed it on your cheek.

Whispering your name back, Swiss smiled softly at you. You raised yourself up to him, eyes never leaving each other.

Before even realizing, you leaned into him, lips together. Swiss mentally cried of happiness as he sighed into your lips. You smiled into it and leaned back, resting your forehead against his.

Swiss’ eyes were still closed and you closed yours. Your guys’ hands stayed in the same place as you lived in the moment.

Words couldn’t describe the amount of love you held for each other. They didn’t need to. In that moment, you could feel it, and see it.

Swiss opened his eyes and glided his hand to rest on the crook of your neck.

“Let’s go to sleep yeah?” He said as he grinned stupidly at you. You smiled at him and nodded.

Getting comfortable, swiss held you from behind and curled into you, legs twisting with yours. You held his hand that was laying in front of you as you softly breathe.

You both knew it was going to take awhile for yourself to get better, but things like these take time. Simply just being present for someone can help immensely. And right now, everything was okay for once.

Just before falling asleep, Swiss mumbled into your ear,

“everything’s going to be ok, I promise,”



[succulent-ghoul]

Yeah I just wanna be held

The ghouls are like cats they can choose people and then they are stuck with the ghouls until they die. So when you a lowly sibling of sin was some how bestowed the ability to hang with the ghouls, you were surprised. Maybe it was self doubt or overthinking but early in you thought you were being bullied, like how people will pretend to like you and then shatter your soul.

And yet that never happened, the rug was never pulled out from under you. They just liked having you around. And even on your bad days whatever ghoul that was free would be with you. And even on the worst days, they'd just hold your hand listen maybe even make jokes. But never leaving you to suffer alone.

It's been a bad day it's been the worst. So when you find a ghoul in your bed waiting for you to get back the relief itself is healing. Swiss the ghoul in question immediately pulls you into bed and holds you tight. And you hold him back. Both tired and worn from the day, and craving respite after all the stress.

Swiss's hands comb through your hair, slowly scratching your scalp as you melt into the security of it all. The comfort and safety of having him hold you and maybe even love you. Quietly pressing a kiss to his chest you mumble soft goodnights before drifting off.

[simon--ghost--riley]

Where's. The. Damn. Dog.

[rodolfoparras]

Say something stupid (like I love you)

Pairing: Male character x Top Male reader

Cw: 18+, non human yandere character, human yandere reader, stalking, obsessing, possessiveness, masturbation, bondage, blood play, spit play, non consensual voyeurism, dubious consent, dom male reader, sub male character

Synopis: After spending so many years looking for the right one for him, he finally finds you or you find him…

When he first met you he hadn’t intended to fall in love, matter of fact he’d long given up on the concept solely because his partners rarely viewed love and relationships in the same way that he did.

Sure they’ve gotten jealous over him but never did they get possessive like he did.

Sure they’ve loved him but never did they get obsessed like he did.

Sure he’d been in committed relationships but never did they allow him to claim them properly.

And because of that he always broke up with them.

It’s love, he tried to explain, the all consuming type that has you tapping into your deepest darkest desires.

His previous lovers didn’t understand it, no one seemed to do, until he met you.

He had observed you through the shadows at first, not wanting to scare you away before he’d even gotten the chance to say hello.

He’d watch you practice in the garden. You were rather skilled with the sword but there were still weak spots in your swordsmanship, windows of opportunity where someone could come and harm you.

From then on he decided that he’d do everything in his power to prevent you from getting hurt, even if that meant secretly watching you from bushes and trees while you practiced with your sword.

He’d sometimes watch you take short walks to town. You didn’t seem to care whether it was day or night, seemingly determined as ever to finish whatever errand you had in mind. But he cared because sure while you knew how to wield a sword, the world you lived in was very unpredictable. You shouldn’t roam around alone so of course he followed wherever you decided to go.

He’d even watch you sleep until dusk turned into dawn through the window you always forget to close. Sometimes you couldn’t fall asleep for whatever reason, so you’d lay in bed, body bare and on full display lazily stroking your dick, grunts and groans tumbling past your lips, as you steadily worked yourself towards your release.

He tried not to look, it would be rather improper of him. He’d instead trail his gaze around your surroundings to make sure no one was watching, no one else but him.

You never noticed him or maybe you did because sometimes you’d throw a look over your shoulder while practicing with your sword as if you could feel someone watching you.

And sometimes you’d take one too many unnecessary trips to town, each time taking a new and unfamiliar path as if wanting to keep him on his toes somehow.

And sometimes while pleasuring yourself, you’d gaze into the open window, right in the spot where he usually hides himself, eyes searching the dark as if you were looking for something or rather someone, as if you were looking for him.

However the most notable thing was that you never seemed to fear him, at least not from what he could see.

There were no goosebumps rising upon your skin whenever you thought someone was watching you at practice, no pulse wildly beating under your skin when he was following you closely, no shaking limbs except for when you inched closer to your release.

He was intrigued.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon enough he decided to make himself known.

When he’d stepped out of the shadows and into the light he’d been intrigued with how much more beautiful you were up close but he’d been more intrigued with how familiar you seemed to be with him.

You didn’t lunge him down to the ground, didn’t bring your sword to his throat, didn’t even try to walk away when he came up to you.

Instead you said his name with a soft smile on your face, pronouncing the string of letters as if you were rather familiar with them, as if you were familiar with him. How you’d found that out, he had no idea.

He was used to an air of caution surrounding his conquests, the other party needing some time before they warmed up to him, maybe two or three dates before they allowed him to steal a kiss but there was no need for that with you.

There was no need for it when you were the one to pull him in for a kiss, a yelp of surprise turning into whimpers and whines, steadily licking into his mouth as if trying to erase any trace of previous conquests, sucking on his tongue and biting on his lips as if trying to devour him, before breaking apart, a string of blood and spit connecting you to him

At that point his conquests usually try to run away. They see the wild look in his eyes, the blood smeared around his mouth and run for the hills.

Instead it seems like you’re trying to prevent him from running away, one hand keeping a vice like grip on his throat, thumb pressing down on his Adam apples til his ears ring and world blurs while the other hand blindly fumbles for the cleft of his ass, fingers brushing over his clothed entrance.

He’d never managed to go as far as to get his conquests into bed yet here you were tying his limbs to the bed posters, using a bit of pre to stretch the tight ring of muscles before sinking into his warm wet heat like you owed it, uncaring of the way he winces and hisses as you set a steady pace with your hips, solely focusing on your pleasure.

You keep your gaze glued to his, like he’d done with you for so many weeks, eyes wide and frantic as if someone would steal him away from you, taking in the tears trickling down his cheeks, the way spit is dribbling down his chin, the way his cock is uselessly slaps against his abdomen while you frantically thrust into him.

And when he thought it was time to leave, feeling absolutely spent and wrung dry, nothing but pathetic spurts of cum spilling from his cock,you had stopped him before he could even get up.

This time you lunged at him, still naked as ever, your hard cock pressing against his thigh while pushing the sharp blade of a knife up against his jugglar.

Right then and there he knew that he loved you

and he knew that you loved him too.

[roachesbf]

Hear me out, tiger Horangi and reader whose scent is similar to catnip. Or panther Ghost. Or both. All up to you >:)

Tiger Horangi/Panther Ghost with a s/o who smells of catnip

Your scent to both Ghost and Horangi is addicting!! Ghost likes to keep it on the downlow but this just means more of you for Horangi to hog away, especially in public. Your scent to Horangi makes him interact in a hyperactive way, he wants to play around especially. He likes when the two of your wrestle or when you got him tangled in your arms. Ghost on the other hand, he/others use you to calm him down when he’s upset. It’s more of a relaxer and he can’t help but let his instincts kick in as he relaxes himself against you, rubbing himself against you as much as he can, purring into your neck.

You’re more of a force to distract Horangi, they bring you into a room to get his focus onto something else sort of like Ghost. He could be lecturing someone and you walk into the room. He’s putting his finger in the air as he looks at you and back at the soldier. Saying he isn’t done with them but then proceeds to throw himself onto you.

Ghost is 50/50 about the affect you have on him. He loves that he feels so relaxed and safe with you, but at the same time he becomes so unaware of his surroundings that he can’t be 100% that he’ll keep you safe. It takes a lot of reassuring that you can keep the both of you safe when he’s in a tranquil state. He’s a little hesitant to fully let go but he eventually gives in the more you cuddle him against you.

When it’s the two of you together it’s literally opposites. Horangi has his hands all over you, leaving marks and nibbles as he tries to entice you to play with him. While Simons got his hands around your waist. Pulling you closer to his chest, as you feel his purrs vibrate through your back. Horangis giving your face little kitty licks while Simons nuzzling further into your neck. 2 kitty boys is the realest way to live.

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

Here kitty kitty - Sodo x reader

masterlist.

author's note: i felt bad after dropping three angst fics and then disappearing into the void so have some wholesome sodo 🫶

also i have a headcanon that all the ghouls purr whenever someone pets/scratches their sweet spots and they just melt in your arms and its just so absjdifhfbdbdjsjak i'm in love

other things to note: no pronouns used for reader, sodo gets kinda subby so if you squint there's a bit of suggestive tones (you'll have to squint so hard you can't see though)

word count: 877

“Hey, is it true that ghoul biology is similar to a cat’s?” You asked curiously, looking up from the book you were studying. You and Sodo were in the rehearsal room; Sodo was sitting down on an amp, practicing his solos for the recording of an upcoming album, and he wanted to get it down perfectly. You were just there because you didn’t want him to be lonely. “Um, yeah, why?” Sodo asked, keeping his eyes on his guitar. 

“Well, I’m just studying for my test, and… it says that to earn bonus points on the test, if I’m able to, I have to… um… make a ghoul purr.” You felt your cheeks burn as the words rolled off your tongue, and Sodo stopped playing abruptly. He stared up at you, trying to decipher if you were being serious or not. 

“…You what?” 

“It says only if I’m able to!” You defended yourself.  “Wait, wait, wait… let me get this straight.” Sodo uncrossed his legs, putting his guitar to the side gently. He then looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “You’re asking me… to help you get bonus points on a test… and you have to make me… purr?” He grimaced. 

“Um… yeah. That- that’s what the book says, anyway.” 

“Also, remind me why are you even taking that ghoul biology class? You’re not even a ghoul!” He frowned. 

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Papa Secondo says that it’s good for a Sibling of Sin to memorize the biology of a ghoul inside and out just in case a ritual goes wrong and someone gets hurt. And it’s a required class for me to take before I take his Latin class.” 

“….Alright, that does seem like a valid point. Alright,” He sighed, folding his arms and standing up, walking over to the couch you were sitting on and looked down at you. “I’ll help you. But only because I know how cranky Papa Secondo can get.” 

You gave him a cheeky grin. “Wait, really?! Oh my gosh, thank you thank you thank you!” You jumped up and excitedly gave him a hug. You thought you were going to have to ask Rain or Mountain to help you, which would probably take longer considering their schedules were filled to the brim with activities. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, alright, okay, get off.” He grumbled, blushing as he automatically put his hands on your waist. He’d never admit it, but he loved hugs. 

“Sorry, sorry.” You giggled, pulling away. 

“Alright, so what do I have to do?” He sighed. He looked like he was already over it, although it had barely started. 

“Here, sit next to me.” You beckoned, and he sat to your left. You glanced at your book, reading the common sweet spots to scratch. “Alright, let’s try… the ears.” 

Your hand slowly went behind his ears, your nails gently scratching the soft fluff, making them twitch at first but stilled as you continued. Sodo let out a small hiss, not expecting the sudden stimulation there. His fangs started to poke out of his lips. 

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” You asked as you stopped scratching once he hissed.  “No… you’re fine. I just- wasn’t expecting it to feel like that.” He mumbled. 

“M’kay.” You continued scratching behind his ears, which flickered down then stilled. You felt a low vibration begin, and your eyes wandered to Sodo’s eyes, which were closed tight. “M…m…mrr….” He grumbled, causing you to laugh.  “Aw, this feels good, doesn’t it?” You asked, and he nodded vigorously. You glanced over his shoulder at the open book, reading that another sensitive spot was the top of their heads and their chins. You opted for his chin, bringing your other hand to rub his soft jawline.  “Mmm… Mrrrr… mrow… ah..” Sodo’s eyes widened as his mewls grew louder, his cheeks turning red. You bit your lip to hold back another giggle, but you couldn’t contain the smirk on your face. 

“Mrrrow…. Ah- hey! D-Don’t…. Mrow… Don’t laugh at me….” He growled, but it morphed into a purr, causing your giggles to spill out of your mouth.  “Awww, you’re so cute! Are you a good kitty? Yeah?” You cooed, continuing to scratch his chin and now the top of his head where his scalp was. When you moved your hand to the new area, his tail flicked against the back of the couch, hard. It then started wagging, tapping against the soft pillow behind him. 

He started purring like crazy, nodding vigorously at your question. “Mrow… y-yes, yes…. I’m good.. I’m a g-good kitty…” 

He started to curl up closer to you, his leg already on your lap. You scooped him up in your arms so that he was curled safely on your lap, continuing to scratch and pet him. 

You had sneakily pulled out your phone and snapped a few photos of Sodo in your lap, as he never usually acted like this. He hissed as he saw you put your phone back, to which you replied with a giggle, “Photo evidence. It’s what the book says.” 

He grumbled something incoherent but kept mewing and purring. 

As you reveled in this moment, you remembered: you’ll have to do this again for the end of the year-review test. 

[saturncodedstarlette]

Ghost, looks at them with a unreadable emotion : You weren’t part of my plans.

Y/N : What does that means?

Ghost, his thumb caresses their bottom lip : . . .

Ghost, eyes softened : ……I never expected to care for someone as much as I care for you. You change everything. And I don’t know what to do with myself.

Bonus

[copias-fluffy-asscheeks]

Softly Into The Night

PapaIV x Reader

sfw, comfort.

*𖤐*

The night was draped in a velvety darkness as you found yourself alone in Copia’s dimly lit chambers. The echoes of haunting melodies still resonate in your mind, the remnants of midnight mass that had been led by him this night. Despite the eerie ambiance, there was an undeniable allure to the quietude that surrounded you as you awaited the man himself.

Sitting at the edge of his large canopy bed lost in your thoughts, you couldn't shake the feeling of longing that tugged at your heart. The enigmatic Papa had captivated your soul with his hauntingly beautiful voice and mysterious presence long ago, before he even earned this role, for he had been the shy and silly Cardinal back then. There was a gentleness behind his full eyes, there always had been, and you had longed to offer him the comfort and love he may seek in his demanding role for the clergy.

Just as you were lost in these musings, a soft voice called out from behind you, accompanied by the soft creak of an opening door. "Il mio tesoro, there you are."

Startled yet delighted, you turned to find Papa, still dressed in his robes, his mismatched eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight.

"Oh, Papa," you greeted, a warm smile gracing your features.

The embrace of silence was all-encompassing, and without the need for words he walked over to you, taking you into a big hug. His presence was always a comfort to you, as yours was to him. Since the first night you had shared his chambers he couldn’t keep his hands off of you, though you had no issue with it and even so he had checked many times, his longing to stay near you and touch you was all too strong; hugging you, kissing your temple every few minutes or just sitting, the smallest thing like your pinkies linked grounded him. He gave a deep, contented yet shaky sigh.

He was relaxed against you, but you could still feel the tension in his shoulders and back.

"Papa," you whispered softly, "You seem burdened. Is there anything I can do?"

For a moment, he hesitated, but the trust you had cultivated between you over these months encouraged him to more easily open up. "It is a heavy mantle I wear," he admitted. "The expectations, the darkness, it can be overwhelming at times. It's tiring."

In that moment, you knew what he needed—comfort, warmth, and the assurance that he was not alone in his struggles as long as he had you, and if all went to both your visions that would be forever. Without second thought you squeezed him a bit tighter to you, bringing one hand up to stroke through his graying hair.

To your delight, he leaned further into your gentle touch, his head now resting on your shoulder. The scent of incense and leather filled your senses, and you felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest.

In the safety of your arms, hidden from prying eyes, Papa always allowed himself to let go, shedding the weight of his on-stage persona and revealing the vulnerability beneath. You caressed his back in soothing circles, assuring him that it was alright to seek solace and support.

"I've got you," you whispered, your words carrying the promise of unwavering love and kindness. He nuzzled closer, his grip on you tightening, as if to anchor himself to the warmth of your presence. The walls he had built around himself for the day crumbled, allowing you to glimpse the tender soul he kept hidden from the world.

For the rest of that night, you cuddled together on his bed, finding warmth in each other's arms. You mumbled stupid jokes to each other, told funny stories and had deep conversations until he shifted to lay his head on your chest, nuzzling into you while you gave a pleasant hum. His arms snaked tightly around you, and before long his soft, steady, melodic snores filled the quiet of the room as the tempting darkness of sleep washed soothing waves over his body.

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Taglist: @copias-girl @papasmicstand @lightbluuestars @random-bl-fan @sweatandwoe

A/N: Thank you lovely @lurancyvenom for proof reading this for me, give her a follow if you're not following her already cause you should!! Edit: AND thanks to her for the title!!

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

Hi there!

I saw that your requests are open :D

May I ask for hcs or a little scenario, if you wish, of how Swiss and Mountain would react to seeing reader (he/they pronouns, if possible) up really really late because of nightmares and insomnia? I’m thinking about fluff and platonic relationships! (Cuddles? Little kisses? Yes please)

Thank you so much for your time and for your writing! writing! 🖤

❝kiss the nightmares away❞

➵ “i’ll be your little sunshine.” —❤︎

pairing: swiss and mountain x male!reader (he/they)

theme: fluff ✿

a/n: first of all, i hope you’re doing well hon, i hope this fic can soothe some potential nerves you have there <3 i hope this fic met your standards. and tbh it can be read as platonic or romantic so i didn’t use the platonic tag

cw: insomnia sucks, that’s really it. swiss and mountain are very caring for the reader here

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his head hurt so much.

normally, the insomnia never got this bad— but tonight was a particularly shitty night. not only was his day at the ministry rather rough, but y/n had just experienced a chilling nightmare that still sent shivers down his spine— which only worsened the effects of their sleep condition.

it was anything but pleasant, but he hates to say that this wasn’t the first time this has happened.

insomnia was a bitch, but they have grown accustomed to dealing with it on their own— even if it sucked.

sighing heavily, y/n’s feet carried him through the ministry halls and into the kitchen, in hopes to find a snack that’ll soothe his mind and hopefully calm his nerves down.

the fridge door swung open and y/n grabbed the nearest thing on the shelf, not even bothering to look at what he had just grabbed— or the label for that matter.

just as y/n was about to open whatever container he snagged— the sound of someone clearing their throat made y/n whip his head around to find the source of the sound.

“you know you’re holding a jar of mayonnaise, right, sweetie?”

confused, y/n turned his head to the entrance of the kitchen, and was met with a familiar multi ghoul leaning against the door frame. swiss, with his arms crossed, looked at them in an almost amused manner.

y/n looked down at his hands to see that he was indeed, holding a jar of mayonnaise. he didn’t even notice, he was probably way too tired to even function. sighing heavily, he opened the fridge and put it back inside.

“sorry, i didn’t notice.” y/n responded, looking downcast to avoid swiss’ gaze

“i can tell.” swiss replied back with a cheeky tone, before he made his way over to y/n. he could already tell something was up.

“so what are you doing up so late?” swiss asked, his tone of voice shifting into a more caring one. y/n didn’t respond, his silence was already a good enough answer for swiss, and the multi ghoul sighed.

“that bad, huh?”

“it’s always bad, swiss. but tonight has just really fucked me over.”

swiss let out another heavy breath of concern, and brought his large, clawed hand to gently rub y/n’s back— who was currently hunched over the kitchen island, head bent down. it was the most he could do to comfort the poor boy.

at that moment, heavy, but gentle footsteps, made their way into the kitchen, causing both y/n and swiss to look over at the kitchen.

it was mountain. he must’ve heard one of them come down to the kitchen. tilting his head in confusion, he turned to swiss.

“what’s going on?” the earth ghoul asked, almost innocently.

“insomnia is kicking y/n’s ass again.” swiss replied back, his tail flicking a bit as he spoke. he then went back to rubbing y/n’s back.

“damn right it is.” y/n groaned out, his forehead resting against the table as he just let swiss rub his back.

mountain just let out an ‘ah’ at Swiss’ answer. he felt bad for the poor boy, he knew how bad insomnia could get at times. all he knew now was that y/n needed some comfort.

the drummer turned to look at the vocalist, and the two exchanged a knowing look before nodding at each other. at that moment, the earth ghoul scooped up y/n in his strong arms, cradling him like a baby— which made them yelp from the sudden change.

“what the—!? hey what are you guys doing??” y/n asked almost suspiciously, wondering what in hell these two ghouls had in mind.

“what do you think, honey?” swiss said from behind mountain, peeking over the earth ghoul’s shoulder to look at y/n. “we’re going to help you.”

it wasn’t long until the trio reached mountain’s room. y/n breathed in the fresh aroma of healing herbs and fresh water, must’ve been from the decorative plants in mountain’s room.

being the gentle giant he was, mountain carefully placed y/n on the center of his queen sized bed, and it wasn’t long until the two ghouls were all over y/n.

swiss was cuddled up on the right side of y/n’s body, his head buried under the curve of their neck, while his arms proceeded to wrap around y/n’s waist and his legs tangled in the other’s. mountain then moved to y/n’s left side, his chest pressing against the smaller boy’s back softly while he draped his long arms over y/n’s and swiss’ bodies to move them closer to him. the earth ghoul’s tail was also wrapped around y/N’s leg affectionately.

the position was… oddly comfortable, and it was quite serene too. it put y/n’s mind at ease, and his muscles visible relaxed after being stiff for so long. both swiss and mountain took notice of this, and started to purr lovingly— the vibrations of their purrs only serving to further heal y/n.

“this is nice…” y/n muttered out softly, to which swiss chuckled slightly.

“told ya we’d help, pretty boy.” swiss teased back slightly, making y/n only rolled his eyes at him.

“oh shut up.” they retorted, eliciting a chuckle from mountain, who rested his chin on top of y/n’s head.

“alright, simmer down you two. i think we all need to sleep. especially you, y/n.” mountain said with a more firm, but soft tone, making both swiss and y/n nod.

swiss couldn’t resist, but he pressed a soft kiss onto y/n’s cheek to help comfort him, which in turn made them giggle from the ticklish feeling. mountain let out another chuckle and placed a kiss on top of y/n’s head, purring softly right after.

y/n definitely wasn’t expecting his night to go like this. being pulled into a cuddle pile with the flirty multi ghoul, swiss— and the sweet and gentle earth ghoul, mountain.

his insomnia was definitely bad.

but these two ghoul’s provided enough comfort for him to make him feel safe.

and that feeling was enough to allow his mind drift off into a dreamless, but peaceful sleep, appreciating the warmth of another’s arms.

[fr3akingtf0utrn]

“I can fix that,”

Terzo x fallen angel! male reader

Warnings: nsfw 🙈, Terzo receiving, fingering, desk sex, anal(bc it’s gay), and remember it’s literally nsfw so expect the unexpected.

Summary: Terzo was looking for you all day as to wanting to either annoy you or just want to be in your company. But finally when he did, he found you slumped over your desk frustrated with the amount of work and files you had. So, he decided to help with that frustration..

(btw I haven’t check over this for mistakes)

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You were very important to the band and especially the clergy, always running around having to do something. To having to go on tour, practices, helping/taking care of the ghouls, and serving all of the Papas when needed.

So, it was one particularly busy day with way to much going on.

Seestor had given you multiple files to do along with the many tasks to tend to for the abbey.

The ghouls feeding den desperately needing to be cleaned, but also needing to give them their food.

primo needing help with taking care of the gardens because he wanted them to “have a different aesthetic”.

and secondo needing help get rid of some hookers he found and fucked around with.(you obviously didn’t stay long helping with that).

Between all that, Terzo was constantly looking for you, wanting to be in his “bel angelo caduto”s presence all the time because of his neediness.

Throughout the whole day, he only was able to see you drag a body to the ghouls den and into the feeding chambers and was about to walk to you but was stopped by a sibling.

Terzo groaned internally and looked behind the sibling seeing you casually throwing the bodies down the stairs, but snapped his eyes back to the sibling when they had mention Seestor.

Focusing back to you, half the day went by agonizingly painful to get through. As you finally got everything out of the way, you crashed down onto your office chair, leaned on your knees and head in your hands.

You had to drop your 2nd form and into your full demon/fallen angel form.

Your pitch black wings stretched out and feathers littered the floor slightly. Your horns grew almost as quick as your headache did from the day, and your claws gripped into your hair.

From going into your form, you didn’t notice Terzo was trying to summon you. You had been so pent up with stress and frustration that your senses were on overload and stopped all together.

Terzo was annoyed now, and was in front of your office door opening it to see you.

You hadn’t heard him walking in, and you threw yourself back against the chair, hands still gripping your hair, and growled, your teeth grew immensely sharp and glistened in the dimmed room.

Terzo stood there, eyes wide as he looked at your disheveled form. He hadn’t seen your full form since you went batshit crazy on Nihil that one time. Which was a couple years ago.

Terzo would be lying if he said you didn’t turn him on right now from your form. Between the way you growled, to the way your chest heaved up and down.

Your eyes snapped open as soon you smelt Terzo. His scent made your pupils constrict and sharpen and your head whipped towards him.

He tensed looking into your eyes. As soon as you made eye contact, your pupils dilated and you sighed.

Terzo furrowed his eyebrows and looked how frustrated and stressed you looked, he could see it in your eyes as you looked at each other.

“You look horrible,” He said as he stayed near the door. You narrowed your eyes and raked your claws through your hair. “Thanks,” you roll your eyes.

“I’ve been trying to summon you…are you trying to ignore me?” Terzo says crossing his arms and popped his hip leaning against the doorway.

“what? You have?” You raise your head and furrow your eyebrows in confusion. “I’m sorry, Papa, it’s been a…stressful day.”

Terzo cocks his eyebrow, “I can tell, but don’t worry,” he uncrosses his arms and closes the door, hand moving to lock it, “I can fix that.”

Your legs were crossed and you were leaned back, your elbow was on your chair and your hand covered your mouth and nose. Your predatory eyes watches Terzo slowly taunt his way over here.

Your remove your hand and place it on your arm rest as he sits on your desk in front of you, his hands support him. He moves his leg to uncross yours and he was now right between your thighs.

You let out a growl, “come here.” Terzo complies and makes himself comfortable on your lap, but groans feeling you against him. Terzo runs his hand down your shoulder to your chest, feeling you.

Your hands grip his hips and bring him closer to you, chest to chest. He gasps and both of his hands are on your chest. You breath against his neck and inhale. Terzo shudders and brings a hand to your shoulder and stretches his neck and gives you more access.

“You’re pathetic.”

Terzo moans out as his hair is gripped and pulled back by your claws.

“Fuck!” He yells out as arches his back, grinding against you as you latch onto his neck. You sigh through your nose and lap up the blood at his neck. Terzo whimpers and groans as you leave marks on him, feeling the pounding pressure on his cock rise up between you both.

Your canines let go of neck and place wet kisses on the marks you left. You trail up to his jaw away from the marks and take a break to admire your work. Your claws let go of his hair and rake down his back and he shudders.

Terzo sighs out and looks into your eyes dreamily as you stare back. His eyes flicker down to your lips and hooks his fingers around your chin and lifts your head and leans down. You let out a breath as he stops a moment but smashes his lips into yours.

Both of your hands travel down to his hips as his hands are on either side of your face. You groan into the kiss as Terzo grinds down, trying to be as close as possible to you.

He lets out a strangled moan as you softly moan and release from each other. You both look down and see your clothed erections on top of each other.

You roll your hips up and bounce Terzo on your lap, claws digging into his hips.

“..ple-ase…” Terzo strains against you. You smirk and start to unbuttoned his pants and leaned back for you.

“I thought this was for me, punttano,” you tease him as Terzo rolls his hips in greediness.

He lets out a breath and looks into your eyes with lust, “it is, you’re just so irresistible, uno caduto.”

You narrow your eyes at him and lift him off your lap quickly. You flip him around, bending him and slamming him over your desk so his ass is free for you.

Terzo chokes out a gasp of surprise and his hands are on either side of him, palms hitting the desk along with him.

You glare at the sight and inhale, smelling his  arousal once more. You lean over him, trapping him underneath your big body, pushing against him.

You kicked his foot with yours, spreading his legs wider for you.

Terzo could feel almost every inch of you against himself as you held onto his hip with one hand and gripping on-top of his hand with the other, intertwining your fingers tightly as your palm hugged his ungloved hand.

Your breath fanned against his ear.

“You know, for the amount of Papas and leaders I’ve served for my time…” you started as Terzo shivered, “you’re my favorite papa.” You nipped his earlobe and in response he moaned hearing the praise and grinds his ass against you.

You remove your hand from his hip and stick two fingers in his mouth, “suck.” You commanded and he obliged. Terzo swirled his tongue around your clawed fingers.

You were able to make them less sharp and having control over them so you wouldn’t hurt him.

Once you decided it was enough lube, you lower your hand and slowly sink a finger in him.

Terzo moans aloud, feeling you long finger slowly sink inside. You curled the finger and his legs twitched against you.

You added another finger and scissored him. As you did, you whispered dirty nothings to Terzo and left bruises on him.

Adding one last finger just to be safe to not hurt him, a another moan rips throw Terzo as he grips the table and arches.

You chuckle at his form and take all fingers out making him whine, he squeezes around nothing.

He turns his head to slightly look at you, “are you ready?” You ask him and he nods, “Prendimi, usami come desideri, mio ​​signore!”

As soon as you heard that, you spit on your cock and pushed the tip in, he whimpers in response to the stretch. All of a sudden you slam into him, letting out a shaky gasp as the tightness of him squeezing you.

Terzos mouth was agape and he moved his hands in a prayer and underneath his forehead to catch it from hitting the desk. His legs shake as he feels your claws grip his hips and slowly drag your cock out.

Your cock glistened and watching him swallow you whole made something animalistic come out of you as you licked your lips

You slam back into him, smacking sounds beard throughout the room as well as the creaking from the desk and squelching from your speed.

You were now hunched over him, hands on either side and thrusting at an inhuman pace making Terzo scream in ecstasy. You grabbed a hold of the back of his neck and brought him up to you, your thrusts still going.

Terzo continued to let out repeating moans and curses from his mouth and not bothering to be quiet. But it’s not like anyone could hear you. You guys were on the top head of the clergy’s floor. No siblings to be found.

Your hand slipped to grip his throat and you bit his neck once again, your other arm wrapped securely and tight around his waist.

Terzo let out a silent scream and moved his hand above and behind his head to hold onto you. His other hand went to your arm around him.

The pounding in his chest matched the pounding in his core. You thrusts deepened as he leaned his head onto your shoulder and kissed his jaw.

“Cazzo, sono così fottutamente vicino!” Terzo gasps as your hand grabs ahold of his cock and his leg twitched.

You played with his tip as your thrusts quickened somehow.

“Vieni per me, mia piccola puttano,” you growled in his ear as your orgasm approached.

Terzo arched his back, making his ass flush against you every time you slammed into him over and over again.

Your hand quickened as well, jerking Terzo off so quickly he couldn’t let out anything. His body was twitching all over as his orgasm took over him. He came all over your hand and only a little on your desk. Him barely making a sound because of the feeling he got and his eyes rolled back.

You release him and he falls forward, his hands barely catching him before his hips hit the desk. You slipped out and he whimpered but you quickly push back into him to reach your peak.

You felt Terzo squeeze around you and heard his begging voice to stop and let out high pitched noises as overstimulation hit him. You never heard the safe word you guys had made awhile back so you sunk your claws into him, blood dribbling down his hips and slammed into him one last time.

You came with a slight roar/groan and threw your head back. “Fuck, good fucking boy..” your praise made him squeeze and you shuddered…

You released his hips and quickly noticed the mess as your eyes dilated back to normal.

“Oh caro..I apologize Papa, I didn’t mean to claw you that hard.” Your panic made you slip out accidentally making you both moan and Terzo’s head slammed against the desk.

His hands laid resting to his side on the desk, the movement causing his back muscles to move and flex.

You moved fast slipping on your boxers, and grabbed wet towels in the connected bathroom, along with ibuprofen and ice. When you came back he didn’t move an inch, only his back showing he’s still alive and breathing by it going up and down at a slightly fast pass.

You bit your bottom lip at the sight of him fucked out by his own cause, blood dripping from his hips, neck, and shoulders, bruises coming in basically everywhere on him, and his face being blurred from his paints by him being smushed into the desk by you.

He was so hazed he couldn’t see anything but the table and didn’t realize you were taking picture of him at every angle.

Once done with that, you started cleaning him up which must of awoke him by jumping at the contact of the towel.

“Hey, you’re okay, just cleaning you up, mi amore,” you mumbled as you wiped at the blood stains.

Terzo smiled and rested his head once more. As you finished with his lower half, you gently leaned him up and turned him around and picked him up. You sat down on the chair and cleaned his neck.

Terzo gave up on holding his weight up and slumped down on top of you, his arms wrapping around you lazily and inhaling softly as his head dropped on your shoulder.

“Darling, you still have slight stains on your neck from blood,” you stated but he ignored you and you smiled at his laziness.

You picked him up and grabbed a shirt to cover him. You quickly arrived at your room which was right near your office and laid down on the messy bed.

Terzo groaned and shifted as he slide off slightly and onto the bed but complied when you appeared next to him immediately.

He slid a leg inbetween your thighs and snuggled in closer to your neck as your arms wrapped around him.

You placed your chin on top of his head and closed your eyes, drowning in the warmness as your full form slowly went down from the relaxation.

You soon drifted off into sleep.

[succulent-ghoul]

More sad. This time with secondo

Secondo x gender neutral reader. Hurt comfort,, nothing specific mentioned I think. I'm to sad to be sure. no beta to sad.

A quiet drizzle covers the ministry, it's cold perfect weather for everything and yet you still can't get away from that dark cloud hanging over your head. It's one of those days where the sight of another person makes you rocket into your room crying. And Maybe that didn't go unnoticed, cause there's a slow but firm knock on your door. Half of you is screaming to open it, and the other half wants to tear apart whoever is on the other side.

So when your door opens while your still under your sheets and it's one of the grumpiest people in the ministry your maybe a little surprised. Secondo on of the retired papa's visiting a random sibling he doesn't even know. But before you can speak he's sitting on your bed and asking if your alright. You don't speak, you just look down hoping one of you would disappear.

The rain thida against the glass window as you both sit in silence. Secondo waiting and you hiding, from him or from your feelings or maybe the big bad wolf. Who knows you don't and that's what's so scary, not knowing why you feel like this. Not understanding why you took such a turn. and while your lost in thought secondo takes your hand in his and rubs his thumbs over your knuckles as he reassured you that 'everything will be fine, fratello.' and that I don't have to talk but he will listen if I want too.

After that the dam breaks. Feelings flood as you start to cry, slowly secondo pulls you into a hug as you sob. Maybe it's cause it's been years since you've felt like you could cry around someone. Or maybe it's cause you were to tired of holding it in anymore now that someone was willing to listen.

The two of you sit like that for awhile. You crying into his shoulder, him rubbing circles into your back and whispering sweet reassurances, his words a warm respite from the cold and cruel world.

Before you know it your out of tears to cry, and with that you slowly pull away from secondos warmth. But before you vanish back into your own little universe he's kisses the top of your head and tells you that 'hes so very proud' and maybe after you fall back into his arms and drift off to sleep, he'll hold you just a little longer before having one of his ghouls tend to you.

[lunarbreaksblog]

Halloween

Cardinal Copia X Male!Reader smut

18+

Ever since Copia become Papa Emeritus IV, the office that he worked at previously had become empty. Only you remained in the office. While it was know that Papa would do the masses, the Cardinals were to do admin and daily incarnations for the dark lord.

You missed Copia. Missed his anxious self with how his hands seem to also tremble. You hate being lonely. The clergy would soon pair you up with another Cardinal so the office space wouldn't be wasted.

You didn't want another Cardinal.

You wanted Copia.

You groaned as your head fell into the pile of paperwork before you. You felt tired. However, just thinking of Papa made you warm.

You remember how he was when you first coupled together. How afraid he was, how lonely he seemed and how you seemed to just connect to him. You remember his moans as you rocked into him. How his hands gripped your shoulders, leaving scratches that you loved.

That man, that you made come twice, was crowd Papa the next day. The suprise you felt when he told you in the morning that he had to go get ready. You'd just bedded Papa Emeritus IV.

It made you hard right now, knowing that you were Papa's first, that would change now since Papa would surely have so many more bed fellows.

That made you even harder.

Your cock struggled against your tightening dress pants. It took a bit but you managed to free your length from the confines of your clothing.

Your cock throbbed in the cold air, you let your hand work its way to your cock. Engulfing it in a tight squeeze. You liked being rough with yourself. You glanced at the door to your office.

Your desk blocked the view of you cock if someone were to walk in. You imagine that Papa would walk in, he might be higher in ranking but you knew he'd bend to your whims.

You'd imagine that he would come in, anxious as always, eyes looking everywhere but you.

You knew that you intimidated him.

It only made you harder.

He would come to you, to talk of course. Nothing else. But you knew he'd be thinking about you filling him up again.

You spat in your hand to make your cock easy to glide. You had a piercing on your length, right on your tip, in the urethra of your cock.

You knew that the piercing made Copia scream in ecstasy as you would thrust into him, roughly. His smooth walls clenching around your length.

That made you rub yourself faster.

Soon, you feel yourself tense as you neared your climax. You imagine that you came in Copia again, filling the whore up to the brim.

In reality you just got semen on your paperwork.

"Fuck!" You groaned at the mess.

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Ghost - Papa III x Listener SFW Protective Cuddling With Terzo

[M4A] [Ghoul! Listener] [Established relationship] [Flirting] [Kissing] [Reverse comfort]

Based on a request from a Patreon, AceofHearts asked "Cuddling with Terzo? Maybe the aftermath of protecting him from a crazy fan or something? Imagine how endeared he would be by protective little ghoul growls and clinginess."

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[callofduty-shrimpemotions]

Simon "Ghost" Riley doesn't really do physical touch. He can take it from members of the 141 just fine, but it's hard for him to open up enough to really return the affection.

You can't blame him for it, really, after all he's gone through. Regardless of it all, though, he does try.

It's not obvious, at first. He stares just a little too long, makes a point to hand you things when you ask. Where he would turn away or pull his hand back immediately, he starts to linger. A little nod before he stops staring, letting your fingers brush when he hands you a document file or when you hand him a cup of tea. At first, he could feel his heart in his throat whenever you would get too close to him, but it gets a little less overwhelming with every instance of you touching him.

After a while, his fleeting touches turn into something a little more obvious, a little more clear in his intent. A hand to your shoulderblade to guide you somewhere, hands on yours as he teaches you something new. He sits a little closer than before, to where you could probably touch knees if you stretched your leg towards his. Simon would never tell you how his heart hurts whenever you come back to him with some new wound or bruise, but you learn quickly that the way he sticks to your side like a big dog is his way of showing his concern for you. It's kind of cute, really, how much he cares.

If you think he's bad now, just wait until you two become a thing. He beelines for you whenever he enters a room you're in, interlocks pinkies with you instead of holding hands. If you're relaxing in the base, he'll sit so close to you that you can rest your head on his shoulder, but he won't go out of his way to hold you unless you guys are sharing a bed or one of you has had a bad dream. In those cases, he'll hold you so close that you'd think he's trying to meld your bodies together, to keep both of you safe, to make sure neither of you will ever be without the other again. He's lost too many people he cares about, he's not gonna let you join that list. Not when he's finally found someone that lets him see a light in the darkness of a bad night, a bad mission.

Simon's not one to go in for a kiss, but he'll rest his head against yours when you lay your head on his shoulder. He'll let you hold his hand if you want, but he'd rather loop a finger through one of your belt loops to keep you close. It's comforting to him, having you close like that, but sometimes traditional physical contact is too much. It's too overwhelming, how much he cares, he can't handle you getting close. Be patient with him, watch his body language, and you'll see that even if he can't express it the way most people can, he loves you so, so much.

[gasolineghuleh]

Which Papa is most likely to let me keep their hoodie that I "borrowed"?

Copia looks down at you, smiling gently as you peek out from underneath the red hood of his coat. It hangs loose and large on you, and the zipper jangles against the middle of your thigh, clearly meant for a bigger man. When you return his smile, beaming toothily up at him, he reaches down and pats your head, resisting the urge to ruffle your hair under the hood.

"Glad to see you are comfortable, caro... You little rat." He turns the soft barb into a joke, flexing his gloves fingers to indicate little thieving hands. "This is the third you've taken from me! I'm running the Abbey coffers dry on coats."

"I can't help it if they smell like you." You shrug and the zipper jingles loudly with the movement, your hands twisting deep into the pockets to flap the open sides of the coat-- you feel very much like a protected child when you're hidden in the folds in his coats, but it's not something you'll admit. Not out loud, at least.

"Then return that one when it smells like you, and I'll stink it up again." Copia shrugs with a slanted smile, equal parts actual annoyance and fondness. You reach up and make a show of putting your arms on his shoulders, resting your forearms on him before you step closer. "Needy, needy."

"Only for you, Papa." He flushes under the new paint before he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead and pull you close to him.

[vanaglori-ah]

uniform fitting

“how does it look?”

“good...it looks...great. definitely fits great.”

“really now?”

your heart rate picks up rapidly as he closes the distance between you two. his mismatched eyes stare deep into yours. it felt like he was looking deep into your soul. like you were being ciriced.

your back hits the wall and his body cages you in. but you like the proximity and you like feeling his body heat against yours. you like him, copia, papa emeritus iv. and you liked this baseball uniform.

enough to want to take it off from his body.

he leans forward, lips meeting yours. the kiss is fervent and it feels hungry, as if he’s desperate to taste your lips. you reciprocate, matching the rhythm, hands going to his shoulders and stroking the fabric of his jersey. a gasp escapes from you as you feel his knee against your crotch. you feel the heat begin to build in your body and your fingers dig into his shoulders.

copia pulls away and he lets out a slight, deep laugh. it reverberates from his chest and makes you shiver in delight.

“be careful not to ruin the fabric.”