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[onedaughterofman]

Feisty (Nameless Ghoul x g/n reader)

Summary: A Nameless Ghoul gets on his knees and demands for you to choke him. Hard.

Tags: Any Ghoul you want, mild +18 content. Choking kink, dom/sub undertones. Short one-shot. Ghouls as weird creatures you find deep in the woods.

I accidentally deleted the ask, but this is for you anon! More Nameless Ghouls ♥

The leather of the belt feels so cold and hard between your fingers. Slowly, you pull on it. The muscles on your arm flexes slightly, barely a twitch under your skin.

The Ghoul follows the movement, nonetheless. His pupils are dark and blown, dilatated with excitement and lust. Behind the silver mask, his eyes are nothing but a deep pool of obscure promises and desire. He is not talkative, not very vocal still, but his eyes practically scream all the obscenities he wants to do with you.

Hell. If this is damnation, you’ll take it.

Inch by inch.

Without warning, you pull again. The belt tightens on his neck, forcing him to lean forwards. The Ghoul’s fingers curl around your ankle, nails digging on your flesh as a reminder of his true strength.

Yes. Maybe he’s the one on his knees in front of you. Maybe your foot is propped on his thigh, and you’re choking him with his own belt, but he’s no regular person. He’s a demon, a powerful one, an infernal creature capable of harming you and others without breaking a sweat.

An eternal being, so powerful and mighty, is kneeling in front of you. The weight of his stare makes your insides tremble, shake with anticipation. He’s evil, wicked and damned, and he has you by the guts.

“Is that the best you can do, human?”

The Ghoul’s voice is soft, merely a whisper over the deep silence of the room. It doesn't match the intent behind his tone or the ferocity of his gaze. You take a deep breath, pulling harder until his neck is stretched in your direction, head tilted to the side. His muscles move under his skin when he swallows, in a slow and controlled motion.

“I can barely feel it.”

The way his chest rises and falls under his black dress shirt says otherwise. His breathing is heavy and the air is hot when he pants, leaving behind a fleeting, misty cloud of condensation. If he’s struggling to stay still because the lack of air or because he’s growing tired of your teasing, there’s no way to tell.

There’s no need to verbally reply. This time, you yank the belt, forcing him to fall forwards until his face almost collides with your body. The Ghoul looks up in your direction, wide eyes open behind the mask. You can see your own flushed reflection on the shiny material, feel the heavy weight of his stare undressing you to the very core.

“Feisty.” He taunts. The words are coated with amusement, nothing but a deep growl inside his throat. Even if you can’t see his facial expression, you know he’s smiling a tight smile. “I like that.”

Nameless Ghouls are such weird creatures. They mostly look, sound and feel human, but they are far away from it. No matter how much they learn how to behave and interact with others, there’s always something off, something wrong. The way he rubs the cheek of his mask on your thighs should feel like a tender gesture, but it makes your skin crawl. In a way, it reminds you of a feline playing with their prey.

And, like a predator, he seizes you. His hand grips your wrist before you can even react. There’s nothing you can do to get away when he pulls, closer and closer, until your fingers brush over the warm skin of his neck.

“All yours,” he whispers, in a velvety tone.

Slowly, you let your hand curl around his neck. His palm stays over your hand, making it easy to feel every twitch of muscle when he swallows and breathes. As your own muscles tense your grip, he lets out a shuddering breath that turns into a low moan.

“Do your worst, human.”

Again, you obey. The feeling of his throat fighting for air sends a shiver up and down your spine, right between your legs. In front of you, the ghoul growls as his eyes roll back in his head, pupils clouded with pleasure. The ghost of his stare burns on you like hellfire.

Ps: I wrote this thinking about Dew BUT Rain is the one getting choked on stage so... 🤨

[miasmaghoul]

MIASSMAAA. I finally thought of a prompt for you, when you have the time. I really want to see Dew being the one doing the wrecking for once instead of the other way around. He can do it, I know he can. (right?!)

Partner of your choosing. ♥

hhhhhhhhh

Comet.

COMET.

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

>:)

All of the ghouls dominate differently.

You want to be made to feel small, to feel owned? Go to Mountain.

You want to be taken care of, to have every last worry pushed out of your mind and body? Aether is your man.

You want to be degraded, debased and to be shoved so far into subspace that you can't remember how to get back? Find Rain, any day of the week.

Most of the ghouls' preferences in these things line up with their personalities, with a small handful of exceptions. As such, you may think Dewdrop the short-tempered spitfire is all about instant gratification. About sharp, fast and hard. Less structured, more freeform.

Sometimes you'd be right. Dew will release his inner inferno upon request, leaving marks both mental and physical. A flash fire of pain and suffocating pressure. Quick build up and quicker breakdown. He was still the only one who could break Mountain in the way the earth ghoul sometimes craved. Dew would burn hot and bright, cracking open Mountain's mantle and exposing his molten core for all to see.

But most of the time, Dewdrop preferred the steady wrath of a controlled burn. Slow and maddening, spreading to overtake everything in its path. A low flame designed to overwhelm. To consume.

Aether can never get enough of it.

He doesn't know how long he's been here, and he doesn't care. His shoulders ache from his arms being cinched to the headboard with his own belt. Every move he makes sends a jolt of brightness to the fuzzy mass where his brain used to be. The tie around his eyes is damp with tears and sweat, the fabric too rough against his face. His skin is on fire. His teeth are vibrating. His bones are dissolving. He can't stop making those sweet, feminine noises Dew loves so much.

Dewdrop is everywhere. His mouth is sucking a new dark spot into Aether's throat. One hand is at Aether's nipples, flicking and rolling and tugging the reddened nubs. The other strokes his side with ticklish pressure, just enough to make him twitch. A slim thigh is slotted between Aether's quivering ones, trapping his dick against his belly. Aether lets out a reedy whine as he feels another spurt of precum flow onto his already slick skin.

His mind is shot. His body screams with burning tension as slender fingers come to wrap around the base of his cock. Aether lets out a sob when Dew squeezes, shuddering as the tidal wave of his orgasm recedes yet again. He can't stop whimpering and mewling, trying to get any stimulation from the little ghoul's hand. It's a useless effort, Dew has him solidly pinned and beyond weak.

"Got really close that time, huh?" Dewdrop hums against his throat, rough tongue laving over his pulse point. "I felt you getting even wetter for me, big guy." Aether's breath catches in his chest as Dew pushes himself away, moving to sit at Aether's side. Not so much as a claw touching his heated skin.

It's insanity, Aether is sure of it. His body cries for contact as his mind begs for distance. He can feel a fresh wave of tears soaking into his blindfold, his throat tight around his words.

"Please, please, Dew-"

"What is that, eight? Nine?" Dewdrop's voice is low and smooth, falsely disinterested. If Aether wasn't blindfolded he'd be able to read Dew like a book.

"T-Twelve," Aether stammers, rocking his hips up into nothing. Dew whistles.

"Really? Wow, you must be just miserable by now, huh?" Dew sounds like he's talking to a child that dropped their ice cream cone and it makes Aether's entire pelvis ache. He clenches around the mercifully unpowered vibrating plug Dew loves to torment him with.

"Hurts," he hisses, and it's true. He's hard as diamond, he swears it. Leaking constantly, slick and shiny and purple at the tip. Even the cool air of the room stings for how sensitive he is.

"I bet, yeah," Dew murmurs. "You should see what a mess you are. It's probably even worse because I'm not touching you, right?"

Aether feels his lower lip quivering as he nods and prays that Dew doesn't notice it. His hips are still rolling steadily into the air, an unconscious motion of desperate need.

"What a shame," Dew tuts, "do I need to leave while you calm down again?"

"N-no!" Aether chokes out, panicked. "Please, no!" The thought of Dew being any further than he is right now makes his chest hurt. He can't breathe. He needs Dew against him again, needs his fiery skin and sharp claws and jagged teeth to flay him down to the last raw nerve. He needs to burn.

"Hey, hey, I'm right here big guy," Dew soothes, a warm hand coming to rest over Aether's heart. It's immediately grounding and Aether feels the crushing weight in his chest lift. He sucks in air as Dew makes quiet shushing sounds, dragging him slowly back to Earth. Once Aether's breathing has evened out,

"You back with me, Aeth?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm- " he's shaking all over, buzzing, every nerve on high alert, "I'm good, I just -"

"Can you give me a color?'' Dew's voice is firm and guiding, and Aether sighs.

"Green, green, I promise. Please touch me Dew, I need it, I -" Aether breaks off into a harsh moan as Dewdrop rakes his claws lightly over his stomach, his mouth latching onto an abused nipple. He drags the pad of his finger down Aether's length and the noise he makes is nothing short of sinful.

"You think I'll get anything out of it if I fuck you? Or are you gonna cum in half a second?" Aether wails, hips bucking against Dew's finger. The answer is probably the latter, but he'd worry about his punishment later.

"Please, please fuck me Dew, I need it, please-" Aether groans when he feels Dewdrop straddle him, bony knees pressing into the soft sides of his belly. Aether lets his head roll side to side as Dew grips his pained length, rubbing the tip against his slick hole. Dew sinks down onto him with agonizing slowness and a long, drawn out moan. Aether doesn't remember how to breathe until Dew is fully seated and panting softly.

"I can feel you throbbing," he mutters, clenching just to hear the choked sound it rips from Aether's throat. "If you cum before I do you're dry for a week."

Dewdrop starts to bounce, and the controlled burn begins again.

[iamthecomet]

Crimson Dawn

For @p1nkcanoe.

Rating: Explicit. Pairing(s): Aeon/Swiss. Dew/Swiss (if you squint). Nothing explicit, literally just some kissing. Featuring: Murder ghouls. Blood. Gore. Violence. Death (Sibling of Sin). Blood Drinking. Angst on Aeon's part. Aeon fucked up and now Dew has to fix it. Dew being annoyed. A whole lot of character development. New Murder Ghoul Lore. Swiss being Swiss. Sunshine shows up for a second. So much blood. Kissing. A little bit of a blood kink (mostly my own). On screen Sibling of Sin murder. Word Count: 3.5k+

It's Aeon's first pack hunt topside. He makes a mistake (or ten).

Dew whistles low and Aeon stumbles to his feet. Turning to look at his packmates. Guilt smeared across his face.

“I didn’t mean to.” The words tumble out. Aeon wrings his hands. He doesn’t know where to look. At the blood all over his hands. At the sharp lines of Dew’s face, at Sunshine, who has broken away from Dew’s side in favor of circling Aeon’s kill. Head tilted. There’s blood and twigs in her copper curls. Dark bruises on her neck no doubt from Mountain’s teeth. Aeon almost asks where everyone else is before he remembers that’s the last thing he should be thinking about. They’re standing at the base of the grand staircase. Right inside the front door. He shudders.

The abbey will be waking up soon. And this?

Dew claps Aeon on his shoulder, boney fingers digging in just a little. It pulls him out of his panic just enough to refocus his eyes on Dew’s face.

“Almost as bad as when Sunny did it,” Dew says with a shrug. Sunshine scoffs somewhere behind Aeon.

“I don’t know, this is pretty bad.”

Read the rest on AO3.

Also tagging @fruitsandcheese because I know how much you love murder ghouls ♥.

[joanquill]

Halloween decorations!

Hey, how’s it going ?? Don’t forget to take care of yourself ♥

Could i ask for halloween event prompt 14 with Louis J.M. ? Like him and his s/o decorating Moriarty Manor and having fun.

Sorry for my english, that’s not my first language

Louis James Moriarty

A/N: Sorry for the delay! I couldn’t add space breaks :’) And your English is all right ^^ Take care of yourself too!

You hummed in delight as you plunged a gravestone by the manor’s entrance, adding jack o’ lanterns and skeletons on the ground for authenticity.

“(Y/N)?” you raised your head from the gravestone and saw Louis walking up to you, hugging the cardigan he was wearing as he walked up to you.

“Louis!” you beamed as you waved your hand, making him smile as he hunched next to you.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Louis smiled, seeing your cheerful expression as you painted blood onto the gravestone.

“Well, yeah! It’s not like we get to decorate the whole manor every day,” you smiled as you dusted the leaves off your clothes.

“That is true,” he chuckled, removing leaves from your hair, “But don’t push yourself, okay? You might catch a cold if you stay out here too long,”

“Thank, but I’ll be ok-ACHOO!” you sneezed, shivering against the sudden cold gust of wind, “…I might have spoken too soon,” you nervously laughed as Louis sighed.

“Here,” he removed his cardigan and placed it on your shoulders, “I prepared some tea inside the manor,”

You sighed in satisfaction as you snuggled in your blankets, enjoying the heat radiation from your cup of tea.

“Good work,” Louis greeted as he seated next to you,

“Good work,” you grinned as you clinked your cups together, enjoying the cozy atmosphere.

“Are you almost finished with the decorations?”

You shook your head in response, making Louis raise a brow.

“Really?” he mused, seeing the various pumpkins, cobwebs, spiders, and various ghouls decorated all over the room alone.

“I thought Sebastian and Fred were helping you decorate?” he questioned, making you freeze.

“W-Well, the manor is quite big…” you nervously laughed, forgetting to cover for the colonel as he was galivanting the bars of London.

“…Then it would be fine if I check Moran’s half of the manor, correct?” Louis muttered as he stood up, a dark expression on his face.

“Wait!” you grabbed his arm, making Louis look at you with an unamused expression, making you hang your head low.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to lie…” you apologized, feeling the pressure on you.

“T-To be fair, I assigned Sebastian to buy the decorations and materials I need all over the city,” you reasoned, making Louis sigh.

“…What rooms are left?”

“Thank you again for the help,” you smiled as you put the cobwebs on the wall.

“Of course, I couldn’t make you decorate everything by yourself,” Louis sighed, holding the ladder steady as you worked.

“Which is why I initially assigned Sebastian and Fred to help you, but now I see that was an oversight on my part,” he deadpanned, making you nervously chuckle.

“You are too easy on him, (Y/N),” Louis warned, making you breathe out a smile.

“Well, I’ve always loved decorating for Halloween, so I don’t really mind,” you shrugged, placing the spiders into place.

“And I get more things done when I do them myself,” you added, positioning the spiders to your satisfaction.

Louis’ eyes widened at your statement, now thinking his presence might have been an imposition as he handed you another spider.

“I see…”

“But it’s way more fun decorating with you!” you grinned, taking the spider from him, grazing his fingers.

“Especially since you don’t whine every five minutes about how boring it is…” you muttered, making Louis chuckle.

“I see,”

[willinglyghoulified]

Book 7: An Early Teaser

Like, extremely early because it won't be done this year. I fell in love with this piece, and literally no one asked for it, but I'm posting it here anyway because I've been thinking about it all freaking day, so you're welcome.

And here's some delicious audio to pair nicely with it because I love you fuckers. ♥

(Hancock is narrator here.)

It had been four fucking hours. I paced for so long in the hallway, you'd think I woulda walked a trench into the floor.

I stopped one of the doctors that finally appeared in the desolate hallway. "Hey, do you know how long my wife is gonna be in recovery?"

He sighed sharply and showed me the name on his clipboard. "Is this her name?"

It read, "Tracy Sutterfield."

"No, no, that's not her."

"All right, then you'll have to wait until your wife's assigned doctor checks on her."

"That's just it -- the doc assigned to her hasn't come back yet. He disappeared with her through this door and they've been in there for hours."

"Yes, well, the process could take... Wait... Was she the rarity?"

"Yeah, the glowing one."

His eyes darkened and he clammed up real quick. "I'm sorry, but I cannot discuss it with you further. You'll have to wait on her assigned doctor." He rushed into a room down the hall.

I squinted at him as he disappeared. That was offsetting.

Finally, Dr. Rivera emerged from Gwen's room, clipboard in hand. His face was solemn but calm. He spoke softly.

"John, your wife did not survive the process."

It was like suddenly being yanked by the ankles into the deepest, darkest abyss while the weight of a million rocks pressed down on me.

"Wh-What? How? ... Why? What did you do to her?" I didn't recognize the meek voice that came outta me.

"We administered the chemical to reduce the glowing, and, in layman's terms, her body fought into exhaustion. Her nervous system and immune system were affected beyond repair. We did everything we could."

I leaned against the wall for support. "This can't be happening... She was perfectly healthy before she went in..."

"'Perfectly healthy' is a stretch, but, again, it's like we discussed before. Yes, underlying medical conditions can cause the procedure to fail invariably, but everyone reacts differently to the chemical."

I was tunnel-focused on the doctor's face. "Wh-Where is she? I need to... see for myself..."

"I'm afraid that's not possible. We've already taken her to the cremation center."

"You what?!"

"The chemical is dangerous and must be kept in a contained space. A decomposing body with the chemical inside could release a gas that is hazardous to all who stand within a ten foot radius --"

I grabbed the doctor by the collar. "If you value your life, you'll keep my wife out of your goddamn incinerator."

"S-Stop! Unhand me!"

"Or what? I got nothin' left to live for."

He quickly took a small remote out of his pocket and pressed a button. Yellow caution lights appeared overhead and an automated voice sounded through the speakers.

"Feral alert in operation chamber. Feral alert in operation chamber."

I slammed the doctor up against the wall. "Turn it off, now, or I'll kill you, you son of a bitch."

With wide eyes, he tossed the remote to the side. The doctor's body trembled against my hands with fear, even in his act of rebelliousness. Other doctors were coming out of the operation rooms and scanned the hallway.

I let go of the doctor and made a leap for the remote on the floor. I grabbed it and shoved it in my pocket while pursued by the eggheads and two security guards with those fucking control poles in hand. I had to find a place to lay low before the whole damn facility was after me.

I didn't believe that Gwen was dead. I couldn't. I wouldn't.

I turned the corner and continued my mad dash down the hall, and someone shouted at me. "Hey, wait!"

I looked over my shoulder and there was a ghoul poking their head out from behind a loose metal panel on the wall.

"Over here!" she shouted.

I turned on my heel and slipped behind the panel quickly.

She placed the panel back on the wall. She was quick and quiet, and the panel fit perfectly in place on her first try. She had done this before -- who knew how many times. She grabbed me by the sleeve and dragged me with her between the metal casing of the walls.

It was a tight fit. Pipes and wires were connected to the walls, and it was hard to get past them without turnin' your body in all manner of shapes.

After a few minutes of traveling between the walls, she removed another metal panel where she confidently stepped into a room without looking both ways. So I stepped into the room behind her, assumin' there was no danger.

Maybe there wasn't any danger, but what I saw in the room was enough to make my stomach turn.

Ghouls of all shapes and sizes sat in the room with makeshift beds lying across the floor and on top of the desks and tables. The floor was covered in boxes, wrappers, and other bits of garbage. There were buckets of shit and piss in the far corner, and everyone reeked of body odor.

Some of these ghouls were horribly misshapen -- a noticeably crooked spine or an extra, useless arm -- or had other abnormalities such as a missing eye or deep incision scars. Most of them wore hospital gowns.

The ghoul that led me to this band of misfits said, "I know where your wife is."

My Wattpad

[drabbleface]

Vocal Practice

I am back! And with a one-shot this time! Dedicated to my dearest @notcallingyoualiar, because she listens to my wild ramblings and ideas and encourages bad behavior! And without her love and support, I wouldn’t be writing another story about these two goofy Ghoul wrangling ladies, so thanks, bb! ♥ This one’s for you!

Papa Emeritus III x OC Female Sister of Sin Word Count: 2794 Contains: NSFW/NSFT, 18+ content below the cut

“You sound spectacular, my darling! You’ve been practicing quite a bit while you were away, sí?”

Terzo noticed. Lucifer below, he noticed. As if she couldn’t fall even more head over heels for the damned man, he had to give her such sweet praise and with a smile - big, jubilant, and proud. Adelaide couldn’t stop herself from smiling - no - beaming in kind; her pinkened cheeks lifted up and gave him the biggest, widest, and toothiest grin she could manage until it almost hurt. “Yeah, when Dee and the Ghoulettes and I had the chance to, we’d just… y’know… jam and stuff. Nothing serious.” Nothing serious, even though she took every single note that the ladies gave her mentally, jotting them down in her journal when she had the chance to. Hell, even Copia offered some tips which she gladly scribbled down backstage in the green room.

It paid off, because her beloved Terzo noticed.

“‘Nothing serious’?” Terzo repeated in question, his smiling lips quirking into a smirk. “Il mio amante, I don’t know if I quite believe that.” He reached a bare hand out toward the woman sitting across from him, catching her chin in his gentle grasp and sweeping his thumb along her bottom lip. His mismatched gaze dropped down to follow the path of his finger as it swept right and toward her darkening cheek, before snapping back up to her bashfully averted gaze. “There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Adelaide. You do know that, right? You say you are not serious, and yet practicing even while on the road and working?” He let out a chuckle, delightfully warm and soft, followed with a playful tongue click. “I am impressed.”

“You are…?” The Emeritus was not one to lie and Addie was absolutely sure of that, but the question slipped from her lips faster than her brain could process what she was saying. She heard a soft hum in response and with a slow blink, turned her bright-eyed look back toward him. Damn him and his wicked charm that made her stomach twist into thirty different knots, and how his warm, open palm invited her to lean her cheek into his touch.

“Of course, bellissima. How could I not be? Your voice is getting stronger, and I can tell you’re becoming more confident in yourself and your skills.”

If he wanted confidence… Adelaide reached a hand out toward him, resting it upon his knee and splaying her fingers out across it. “Thank you,” she replied in earnest and with another beaming smile. Lucifer below, this man was going to be her undoing; he looked so proud, his eyes crinkling at the corners as his smile widened, and his thumb brushed along her cheek bone in a gentle caress. “But truthfully…” Her splayed fingers moved up toward his thigh, inching higher and higher, and she broke their steady gazing to turn her head down and look at where her hand was going - about halfway up his leg - before stopping. “… I’ve been practicing for you.” 

She could almost imagine his expression when she looked back up: those beautiful mismatched eyes watching every move of hers, his lips parted in surprise, but with just the slightest of smirks toying at the corner, and when he mumbled Italian under his breath... She loved to catch the seducer off-guard, and by the pause of the touch on her cheek, and slow inhale through his nose, she knew she had done just that. And yet just as quickly, he recovered from his moment of surprise, pulling his hand back to her chin so he could once more take it and lift her head up to meet his smoldering look; she swore that white eye of his was glowing, hauntingly so.

“For me?” His voice was low, a touch husky, and deep within his chest. The woman’s nod in reply, and the way she dragged her bottom lip through her teeth in barely contained excitement fueled him - she was so pleased with herself, even leaning forward in her seat as her nails raked over the inner part of his thigh. The hand at her chin slid backward and into her soft reddish-brown hair, while his free hand grasped her wandering wrist, and in unison he tugged her forward and off her chair, encouraging her to sit straddling his lap. And she did, gladly lifting her habit up around her legs, her free hand coming up and tangling into his dark, slicked back hair. “For your Papa, sí?” 

“Always for you, Terzo,” was the woman’s nearly breathless reply, no hesitations as she leaned her forehead down and pressed it against his. She breathed in this cologne, reveled in the warmth of his breath against her parted lips, sighed as his hand let go of her wrist and slid up the outside of her exposed thigh. And as his hand crept up under her skirt, taking a handful of her ass, she tilted her head and leaned in, their lips just brushing as she spoke, “only for you.”

Terzo’s hand in her hair closed around a handful of her soft locks, pulling just hard enough to elicit a gasp of surprise from Adelaide, which he took full advantage of by pressing his mouth on hers. Tongues danced and hands roved, his blunt nails digging into the flesh of her ass before he dragged them down the underside of her thigh - rewarded with the sweetest of moans against his lips and a hard grip on his bicep. He pulled back, but caught her soft bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a playful suckle, and the whimpering sigh that escaped her was like a siren’s call. He pressed in for another passionate kiss, slow and deep, relishing each delectable sound that she made; he knew he could pull more from her. Hells below, he had every single intention of doing it, too. His lips broke from hers once more, this time trailing from the corner of her mouth and back, along her ear where he paused and nipped the lobe. “Your singing voice is beautiful, but your moans,” he praised, and it was his turn to tease as his lips brushed the soft shell of her ear, “like music to my ears. Perfection, tesora.” 

Addie wanted to respond in kind, tell him exactly how he made her feel: how desperately she wanted the hand grasping at the flesh of her thigh and ass to be between her legs, for his fingers to delve into her quickly slickening core, for his cock to be driven into her with reckless abandon. Yet all she could manage was heated moans and pleased whines as he left open-mouthed kisses along the side of her neck, nipping with his teeth and laving his tongue over the bites to soothe her skin. She wriggled in his lap, scooting herself closer to the hardened bulge forming between his legs, and he assisted by dropping his hand from her hair and wrapping his arm firmly around her waist to draw her in close against him. He canted his hips up as she pressed down and they both groaned aloud at the contact, and she couldn’t stop herself from grinding down once more, the friction of the material of his pants against the thin fabric of her panties maddening. “Terzo… Papa… Fuck…” 

“What do you want, amore mio?” he asked, voice gravelly, using his nose to push the collar of her habit out of his way. The little minx was wearing one of his favorite scents from her perfume collection, one he distinctly remembered buying her after she tried it on in a boutique in Paris. He groaned deeply against her skin as he pressed his opened mouth to her skin once more and sucked firmly, pulling her impossibly close to his body. He made the decision for both of them that he was going to fuck the life out Adelaide right here, right in the middle of the chapel; the Dark One would most certainly be pleased.

“Anything, please…” She wasn’t above begging for what she wanted - no, what she needed - and she pawed at the buttons of his shirt as if that would satisfy the pressure building deep in her sex, knowing damn well the only thing that would was thick, hard, and throbbing… “Everything. Please, I want it all…” ‘Anything’? He could give her exactly what she was craving, if her undulating hips against his were any clue. He could, but what fun would that be? Not when he could take his sweet, slow time, drawing orgasm after orgasm out of her. The chapel wasn’t to be used for another few hours, give or take, and there was plenty of time to at least partially satisfy the aroused Sister before he dragged her back to his room to spoil her properly. “Tsk, tsk, that is not what I asked, Adelaide…” He lifted his head up and tilted it back to look up at the woman, as a look of frustration and pleasure crossed over her beautiful features; her brows furrowed, her lips slightly parted as she huffed for air but also turned down with a frown, her nose scrunched up and reddened across the bridge, and her bright, green eyes half-lidded in pleasure yet with a flicker of fury building in them. He parted his lips to speak, but she caught him off-guard by smashing her lips into his, digging her nails into his chest as she kissed him desperately and hungrily. It was also she who broke the kiss, leaving Terzo panting for air as she spoke breathily against his lips, “finger fuck me until I cum all over your hand, Papa. Please.”

He’d be a fool to deny such a request - and he was no fool. His hand wasted no time sliding back up and along the inside of her thigh, dragging the tips of his fingers along the drenched middle of her underwear, cupping and rubbing back and forth while pressing his middle finger up between her still-clothed lips. He felt Addie’s lips at the side of his neck, her breath hot and moist against his skin as she desperately tried to control her labored air intake. The noises, oh, the noises… He could never get enough of them, or of her. She sounded so needy as she ground down against his hand and babbled nonsensical words against him, mews and whimpers jumbled into the mixture. “So needy,” he murmured and she whined in reply. “Let me give you what you desire, my vixen…”

Unwrapping his arm from her waist, he instead settled his free hand on her hip to hold her still as his other hand worked to push her panties to the side. “So wet and slick,” he mused as he dipped one finger between her soaked lips, teasingly brushing along her engorged clit - he held her hip tightly so she didn’t rock herself right out of his lap - and with a firm thrust, up into her drenched cunt. He worked her with a steady rhythm, dipping his middle finger into her core when she pleaded for more - forehead to his, hips rocking and grinding to make sure his fingers pressed right into the deep bundle of nerves at the front of her sex. “Tell me… tell me how this feels…”

“So good,” she gasped out, now clutching both of his shoulders in her tight grip, “oh, Sathanas, it feels so good… P-please, please don’t…” She had to bite her lip as his fingers curled forward inside her as she simultaneously pushed her hips down, rubbing into the spot so firmly her legs nearly gave out as pleasure rocketed through her. “... Mmmhhh… Please don’t stop…” And when Terzo’s thumb brushed against her clit, slow and circling methodically against the firm and steady thrusts of his hand, she knew she was teetering over the edge of an overwhelming orgasm. “... Terzo, please, fuck yes…!” She dipped her head in and kissed him roughly, teeth bared and tongues lashing, and it was her turn to pull his lip between her teeth, yanking and dragging it between them. And when her climax hit, her slicked muscles clamping down firmly around his digits to hold them in place, she threw her face once more into the side of his tense neck and sunk her dull teeth into his skin - muffled sobs, moans, and some more nonsensical words spilling out of her like an uncontainable prayer.

She couldn’t lift her head, couldn’t think, could barely register anything happening around beyond the aftershocks of a mind-boggling orgasm and the soothing touch of a hand stroking up and down her quivering back. And his voice, oh, his wondrous, soft, sweet, gentle voice… Praising her lovingly, murmuring the softest words of affection against her ear, and humming in delight as she slumped against his solid chest.

                                                      _____

“Thank you for being our substitute Ghoulette, Sister Delilah,” Copia praised warmly as he, Dewdrop, and the Sister approached the closed chapel doors. They were blissfully unaware of what was happening behind said closed doors; even the Ghoul hadn’t picked up on the musky, sex-filled scents, though his attention was on the giddy blonde woman holding his offered arm with both of her hands (he couldn’t stop smiling at her delightfully adorable beaming up at him, which was also another teensy distraction). “I guess that makes you an honorary one, eh?”

“Oh my goodness, Copia! No need to thank me - this is a dream come true! Singing with you and Dew?” Delilah replied, not even attempting to contain her excitement as she looked between the two men she stood between. “Even if it’s just for a little bit?” She sucked in a deep breath of air, pushing her chest out, and exhaled fully. “Fucking incredible.”

“Your enthusiasm is infectious and heartwarming, mio caro. Now,” he motioned toward the doors with a gloved hand, taking a step forward to take the large handles of the chapel doors. “Shall we?”

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Dew agreed and Delilah nodded.

Copia pushed the doors inward with a small grunt of effort, oblivious to the sight he was about to witness at the front of the chapel as the doors swung open. It wasn’t even that he saw said sight first, as he had turned around to face and welcome Dew and Dee inside, but their faces told him something was very, very off; Dewdrop was smiling like a wicked beast, his gray lips peeled back so wide that his sharp fangs were out in all of their pearly white glory, while Delilah flushed red with color and turned to hide her face against the Ghoul’s shoulder. And then he heard the noises, the moaning, the grunts, and the whimpers of pleasure, and the smell of sex, sweat, and arousal infiltrated his senses. Slowly, almost comically so, he turned on his heel to see the scene laid out before the trio: Adelaide rocking and grinding against Terzo’s lap, both oblivious to anything around them as they chased their pleasure highs and the brunette reached climax and collapsed into the other Papa’s arms. 

Again.

He walked right into another sexcapade. Again. “... Alrighty then.” Copia stated matter-of-factly and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

“Are you shitting me?!” Dewdrop exclaimed, albeit not too loudly - they were in church, after all - and with barely contained amusement. “It wasn’t us this time?! HAH! YES!”

“Come, come,” the newest Papa urged, turning on his heel to usher the two onlookers out of the doorway. “We will find somewhere else to practice.”

“I can’t fuckin’ believe it!” the demon continued, dropping his arm to instead take the still-flustered blonde by the waist, his tail wrapping affectionately around her wrist to control its excited wagging as he turned them both around and led her back into the hall. “It wasn’t us! Ah man, and it was Terzo and Adelaide, at that? Damn, Copia, you have the worst luck!”

“You sound like you’re getting way too much of a kick out of this, dude,” Delilah piped up in retort (and in defense of her best friend, who was pleasantly out-of-commission), some of the color finally fading from her face after recovering from the initial shock. With a little jab to his ribs, she added, “leave them be.”

“Hey, I’m not saying any more! I’m just glad it wasn’t us this time around.”

“Which was your fault, by the way.”

It was both of their faults, but Copia wasn’t going to argue that one - some battles were better left unfought. ‘I, too, am glad,’ he thought with a little sigh and shake of his head. He really did have the worst luck.

[glitching-desert-snake]

☾, ♥ and ▼ + fun ghoul, ♦ and ൠ + the girl and ☼ + newsagogo? (me? enabling you to ramble about character we both love? more likely than you'd think!)

fun ghoul:

sleep - Ghoul has a lot of nightmares, everyone does, but their way of dealing with their nightmares is to completely exhaust themself to sleep. If someone could take way all the dreams in the zones I'm sure they would want to. But its dangerous to take away dreams because you cant untangle the nightmares from the hopes that keep people alive.

family - Ghoul and Jet Star are siblings, their dad is Dr. Death Defying TCM is his ex husband who was only ever sort of their dad. And anyone we could leave you with in a hurry when the dracs come is family is aunties is uncles is cousins.

childhood - in This Death Will Be Art I talk about Ghoul's childhood but its only what they remember of it. They remember a firefight and they remember being adopted by Dr. Death Defying and they remember the divorce arguments between Dr. D and TCM but they don't remember anything from before age like 11. Before age 11 Ghoul had a good family, just another gang trying to raise their child in the most dangerous desert. They died in that firefight but The Witch brought them back, only she knows why and she doesn't care, leave a message at the tone.

the girl

quirks/hobbies - obviously The Girl and electronics have a frenemies relationship going on so when she was little growing up with the fab four her hobbies were more crafts, especially weaving and mending and she still has a connection to fabric but i like to think she gets really into clay and pottery as she gets to be a teenager. she thinks about going into bad luck beading but finds herself better at larger more practical clay ware

random hc - the girl does have names! sometime after sing she goes low and wears many many disguises and many many names each person knows her as someone different she takes odd jobs at the night market to stay alive and lurks around at concerts to stay living

newsagogo

appearance - i don't have a lot in my head for newsie but here's what i know for sure: she has a blue and green color scheme going, hir helmet is a comfort item so she can be seen wearing it most places (think enough so that cherri teases hir but not like mando level i refuse to take this off) zie rollerskates a lot and has sand-skates which essentially have tires on them. she's the kind of person who dyes and cuts her hair all the time often with different layers but rarely an asymmetrical look

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Jaebeom loves you. ❤️

Guess what! Jinyoung loves you.  ❤️

[onedaughterofman]

I just saw the writing prompt list 💚

If it's not too late and you're still taking asks: I'd love to read 9 with Cumulus

It's okay, I still have to finish some prompts from last night! And I don't write about the girls so often, so this is a good ask ♥

Writing Prompt: “When it's hard for them to contain a smile, so they grin so wide it lights up your world ” with Cumulus

Inhabiting a body and posing as a human is not easy. One may believe ancient creatures born and forged in Hell tend to be all knowing and mighty, but right now you’d beg to differ.

“No, not like that,” you say in a hushed voice. The air exits your lungs gradually, as you fight to remain patient. “That’s overkill.”

“Aren’t humans all about big smiles? Isn’t that… good?”

“There’s a difference between a good smile and a terrifying one.”

“Well, shit.”

This afternoon has become hard for both of you. When Papa asked you to aid the new ghouls into posing as humans, you thought he meant teaching them the basics around the Ministry. Not teaching them what is okay to eat and what not, how to walk down the stairs or how to smile.

“Don’t worry! It’s not that hard, you can do it!” You try, but the glint inside the demons eyes renders you silent. A low, rumbling sound fills the air for a second, before disappearing with the wind.

“Do you have an idea of how hard it is to possess a human vessel like this? The skin feels wrong, I’m missing parts and it’s like I’m wearing something too small for my body. I move the muscles but they don’t obey me, and everything is too bright and loud all at once.”

It makes sense, you think. They are infernal creatures, after all, not used to the stimulus of earth. Nodding, you take another deep breath before continuing. “Try it once more? This is the last time, I promise. Just… inhale, relax your face and softly lift the corners of your mouth. Your eyes have to smile, too. It’s complicated to explain, but maybe you can close them a little bit? That would help.”

Surprisingly, the Ghoulette obeys. She breathes in, chest moving up and down as she exhales. Then, eyes closed, her lips stretch in a small smile. When her eyelash flutter, for a moment it looks like such a beautiful, soft gesture in her face.

And then, it becomes a big, wide grin. It should be scary, menacing, but when you make eye contact with her, it’s everything but it. No, it’s a warm expression in her face, a grin capable of lighting up a whole room. A tender part of your heart whines at the sight, completely dumbfounded.

“So? Was it better?”

“Yes,” you mumble, cheeks warm. “Do it again.”

This is Cumulus trying to act like a human:

[iamthecomet]

Hoot :D

I will eventually reply to your response but decided to rather tell you other stuff before doing that cause yesterday was a super low mental health day and today is a little better but not really good either

I‘ve mentioned the big project a few times, but I wanna tell you (and everybody that reads this) more about it and the idea

I thought about starting to make a webtoon type of thing about a giant pack of working ghouls within the ministry that nobody really cares about

I‘m not sure if anybody would be interested in it, but I’ve got so many ideas for a storyline and I started to come up with characters already

Webtoon itself doesn‘t allow gore or nsfw content, which is why I think that I’ll just upload it to ao3 (it would give me complete freedom to do whatever the hell I want with my characters)

I love both creating stories and characters as well as that creating a comic would help me practice drawing (I only started to learn how to draw humanoids this spring)

So yeah. That’s the idea. I‘m still not sure if I’m gonna do it because 1) my abilities to draw aren‘t good enough (yet) and 2) maybe nobody would enjoy reading it (and while I ofc can create content for myself, it‘s more fun if there‘s at least a few people that would potentially like to read it)

~ @owlishanon

Sending you love and good vibes to help deal with your bad mental health days. ♥ I think you should DO IT. The webtoon idea sounds awesome! and if you wait until you think you're good enough, you'll never do it (trust me on that one). I love the idea of seeing what the working ghouls around the Abbey get into. You never know what kind of audience it will get until you put it out there. I think you should try it--there is no harm in that. And it will help you become a better artist as you go! I'm like fully behind this, and would love to see it even if you decide not to share it with more people!

[dustofinsanity]

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Do you have your answer, now?

[dustofinsanity]

GOT7 STRAY KIDS BTS ATEEZ SUPER JUNIOR B.A.P PENTAGON EXO ASTRO VAV

Dear Lord of tiny paws! Okay so, now my Beach found the ask button, I think she will press it a bit often. Am I right? Anyway, let’s go for the answers!

GOT7

First Bias: Mark.Current Bias: Jaebeom.Bias Wrecker: Mark.Fave Song: Forever Young.Fave MV: Don’t really have one, honestly, but let’s say You Are.

STRAY KIDS

First Bias: I think it was Felix.Current Bias: Bang Chan.Bias Wrecker: ALL THE OTHERS!!Fave Song: I don’t have a fav song but if I have to choose one, I’d say Hellevator because it’s their first song.Fave MV: Hellevator (for the same reason).

BTS

First Bias: I don’t remember, I think it was Suga but I’m not sure. Or RM.Current Bias: Jungkook.Bias Wrecker: V, RM and Suga (Jimin and J-hope too sometimes).Fave Song: Boy In Luv and House of Cards.Fave MV: Blood, Sweat and Tears and Fake Love.

ATEEZ

First Bias: Wooyoung.Current Bias: Wooyoung.Bias Wrecker: San, Hongjoong, Yunho and Seonghwa.Fave Song: Really hard to choose, let’s say Pirate King (even if I really love Wave, Wonderland, Say my name, Hala Hala and Answer too).Fave MV: Hala Hala.

SUPER JUNIOR

First Bias: Donghae.Current Bias: Donghae.Bias Wrecker: Leeteuk and Yesung.Fave Song: No Other.Fave MV: Don’t really have one but let’s say Sexy, Free & Single.

B.A.P

First Bias: Bang Yongguk.Current Bias: Bang Yongguk.Bias Wrecker: Daehyun.Fave Song: Voice Message.Fave MV: TOO MANY!!

PENTAGON

First Bias: I think it was Kino.Current Bias: Wooseok.Bias Wrecker: None.Fave Song: Critical Beauty.Fave MV: None.

EXO

First Bias: I think it was Baekhyun.Current Bias: Chanyeol.Bias Wrecker: Baekhyun.Fave Song: El Dorado.Fave MV: Monster.

ASTRO

First Bias: JinJin.Current Bias: JinJin.Bias Wrecker: None.Fave Song: All Night.Fave MV: None.

VAV

First Bias: St Van.Current Bias: St Van.Bias Wrecker: Lou, Baron and Ayno.Fave Song: None.Fave MV: None.

Send me a KPOP group and I’ll answer