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lovelettersfromluna · 6 months

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After Dark

Summary: It’s a universal rule that every ghost face at a Halloween party is hot underneath. Let’s test that theory, shall we?

an: AHHH OKAY! Lemme explain. I made a post about participating in kinktober, and while a lot of you wanted me to, I feel like it’s too late for me to properly participate. HOWEVER, I still want to give you something to kick off the weekend! Something spooky AND smutty for all my ghouls out there. I hope you’re all having a good Halloweekend! Pls stay safe and have lots of fun, I’m sure you all have the cutest costumes planned! Also, I took a different approach to reader, so let me know how you guys like her!! 🖤🖤 p.s I was drunk when I wrote this :p

Warnings: SMUT!!! 18+, MDNI, porn with no plot, strap-on sex, mentions of the word “cock”, mask kink, alcohol usage, mentions of latex, riding, cliche house party trope, slight sugar mommy!ellie if you squint??, lmk if I missed anything!

Out of all of three hundred and sixty five days of the year, today was your favorite.

Today was the one day within the year that there weren’t really any rules. You could wear anything, be whoever you wanted, and it was socially acceptable to get drunk while doing so, and there was no way in hell you would ever pass up on that.

No matter the circumstances, you were invited to a Halloween party. Whether it was some cheesy bash that was being thrown at a friend of a friends house, or a more upscale party, you were going out.

And you always looked damn good doing so.

You were always praised on your costumes, every year it was expected of you to top what you did the last, so there was no doubt in the fact that you were putting in maximum effort year after year.

This year? You stuck with one of the classics of course. The devil.

You were dripping in skin tight latex, the black corset you wore that pushed your boobs out perfectly, your soft skin nearly spilling out of the tight top, the tight booty shorts that hugged the globes of your ass, your cheeks peeking out, the gloves that hugged your arms, and the thigh high socks that shined under the moonlight, everything you wore was that delicious shiny material that made you look almost unreal.

And underneath it all? You had painted your entire body red, paired with fake red horns peeking out of your pretty hair.

So yeah, you were almost always crowned as the queen of Halloween.

This year was no different, halloweekend had been kicked off with quite the everything shower, making sure your body was in perfect condition for everything you’d be attending. You had gotten ready with your friends at your apartment, getting a few shots in before making it to the biggest party of the year. Everyone looked forward to it, putting together their best costumes for the party at the house that almost everyone died to get into.

Walking down the streets of the city on Halloween was like Christmas, various characters from movies and cartoons cheering, dancing, all social barriers that were put up every other day of the year were down, the veil being lifted for one night that allowed anything to be game.

The amount of whistles you and your friends received on your way there was almost appalling, not to mention the amount of people who told you they’d let you torture them any day. You thought that was cute.

Soon enough, the sounds of the party were near, and you could see the red lights spilling out of the big house in the middle of the block, and you knew it was time.

Eyes were on you immediately, and it made you giggle as you scoped out the food group that was there tonight. Of course you knew they’d stare, drool over you with their mouths open, begging for just a moment of your time.

But you were a very picky girl.

Ignoring their advances was like second nature, all you had to do, was shake your ass, drink some free liquor, and wait for the perfect person to take up your time for the night.

And as always, that never took long for you.

Your hips swayed to the music, eyes closed as you enjoyed one of the best parts of parties. The alcohol you drank made your body warm up in the best way, made every touch on your body feel so much more intense, all while numbing out everything else. It made you feel alive, it made you raise your arms above your head and simply let the music move you.

It was only a moment, your eyes drifting open to make sure your friend was still in front of you, and you’re sure if you hadn’t, you would’ve missed it.

Across the room, stood a tall figure. She wore a loose black t shirt, baggy black jeans, black boots….

And a ghost face mask.

The figure was turned towards you, leaning against the wall with a red solo cup clasped between a hand, a pretty tattoo bleeding into it. Anyone else would have seen it, and thought that whoever it was, was extremely fucking creepy. Everyone knew that ghost face was one of the creepiest people you could choose to be for Halloween ever.

But it just so happened, that you’ve always had a thing for masked killers.

Although you couldn’t see the eyes of the person behind the mask, you could feel them, and it made you burn from the inside. You bit your bottom lip softly, throwing back the rest of the alcohol in your cup before you turned your body more towards them, giving them a good view of your body. You began dancing, putting on a show for them, your glove glad hands running up and down your body, your neck, your boobs, your waist, practically having sex on the dance floor with yourself, all for this stranger who was most definitely watching you.

You feel like you have x-ray vision, because although you can’t see her face, you can see the way she grips her cup tighter whenever you sway your hips, turning around to give her a nice view of your ass. You see the way she shifts her weight onto her other foot whenever your hand runs over the curve of your tits. When you really know you’ve got her, is when you rest your hands on your friends hips, and pull her into your crotch, your eyes never leaving the ghost face mask. You know you’ve got her because she sets her cup down, raises her long, skinny fingers, and silently calls you over before she makes her way down one of the hallways in the house.

And suddenly, a game of cat and mouse begins.

You almost never chase anyone at a party, you’re always the one that’s being chased. However, there’s something about this ghost face. There’s an aura radiating off of her, one that’s dripping of lust, screaming at you, telling you she’s got exactly what you need, exactly what you’re looking for during these stupid Halloween parties.

So you break your little streak, and as soon as she calls you, you’re following her.

The house is lit up with all different colors, the kitchen was purple, the living room was pink, everywhere you turned was another tinted space that fit the Halloween vibe perfectly.

As you look around for your ghost face, you can’t help but huff softly. It almost feels as if she’s disappeared into thin air, as if the alcohol in your system made you hallucinate the entire thing. You begin to question yourself, a soft pout on your lips as you make your way down the final place to look for her.

But of course, you finally find her leaned up against one of the hallways, and of course it’s completely lit up red.

You tug your bottom lip between your teeth as you smile, making you way towards her. Once you’re standing in front of her, you expect her to take off the mask, show her who it is that’s hiding behind that silly mask.

But she doesn’t

You giggle softly, your hand toying with the hem of her shirt as you stare up at her with big doe eyes.

“You gonna show me the pretty face you’re hiding under that mask?” You purr out, and the ghost face simply shakes her head. It makes you pout, tugging at her shirt gently as you lean into her a bit, but still keeping your body a ways away from hers.

“But…how am I supposed to talk to you if I can’t see you” you whine, hoping that this little pouty act will get you what you want. It usually does, but this ghost face seems far too stubborn for that. She simply cocks her head to the side, as if clicking her tongue and mocking your pout.

It makes your pussy flutter with need.

She hasn’t even said anything to you, but you’re already squeezing your legs together, eager for some kind of friction to soothe the ache between your legs, your lips rubbing together with the arousal that grew with each passing second.

You hum softly, your latex clad fingers running down her arm, reaching her tattoo and tracing the pattern gently.

Hm…you don’t recall that one.

She gives you her arm with ease, allowing you to see her tattoo, that makes you smile softly.

“This is pretty…” you hum before you look back up at her, biting your plush bottom lip softly. “Are there anymore for me to find?” You question, giving her a playful smile. This one gets her, because you can hear the way her breath shudders, see the way her chest rises and falls for a moment.

She’s right where you want her.

You hum softly, your hand slowly coming up to the mask, eyeing her closely as you gently begin pushing it up, eager to see her face. You flinch when she grabs your wrist, stopping you from lifting it up any further. You pout again, it’s genuine this time, not like before. A soft huff leaves your lips before you open your mouth to complain, tell the girl that if she doesn’t want to show you her face, you’ll leave to find someone else who will.

But before you can, you’re being tugged into a random bedroom.

Upon entering, you can see why this place is the spot was so popular for parties. The rooms are clean, and the host went as far as to decorate them accordingly, the same red lights from the hallway lighting up the place. If you weren’t so hellbent on getting fucked by the ghost face, you’d most certainly be gushing over what a wonderful party host this was.

Your thoughts are completely cut off by strong arms wrapping around your waist, and pulling you into an even stronger chest. It makes you moan softly, your head falling back against her chest. You feel her strong hands running up and down your latex clad body, squeezing your hips, your boobs, running along your thighs. You can hear her breathing behind you, and you can almost hear the sweet tone of her voice through it.

You let out a small whine, one of your hands coming down to lay over hers, keeping her close to you. “Wanna play with you…” you hum softly, it makes your ghost face groan, her hands squeezing your plush body before she turns you around, and pushes you onto the soft bed.

It makes you giggle softly, your hands running along the soft sheets as you watch her. She looks like a god above you, standing so tall, the ghostly mask almost haunting as she eats you up with her eyes, head cocked to the side as you lazily smile up at her.

You move to prop yourself up onto your hands, palms pressing into the bed, your legs spreading for her. “So…you’re leaving the mask on, huh? Does that make me the helpless victim?” You pout out, holding back a giggle as you recite the lines from the movie the mask came from. It earns a slow nod from your ghost face, and you have to hold back a moan.

“Well…please play with me ghost face…I wanna be yours tonight” you purr out, your body sitting up as you reach forward, your fingers snagging around the belt loop of her jeans and pulling her closer.

You hear a soft sigh from behind the mask, and it almost sounds like she’s suffering, like she’s torturing herself just as much as she’s torturing you by not touching you yet. Her strong hand slowly comes up, cupping your chin gently and angling your head up, her thumb dragging across your bottom lip. You moan softly, kissing her finger gently, it makes her groan again.

She slowly moves down, bending down until her hands are pushed against the bed, caging you in. It makes you crawl backwards, a soft whimper leaving your lips. When she’s this close, backing you up onto the bed, you can catch a glimmer of her eyes beneath the mesh material of the eyes of the ghost. You can see her long lashes, and big green eyes. It makes your pussy throb desperately.

Because fuck, you’ve never seen eyes that pretty before.

You almost done catch her hands reaching down between you, pushing into the tight material of your latex shorts, fingers pressing against your soaked core. You’re so desperate for her, that the small act makes you moan softly, eyes fluttering shut as you grind your hips against her fingers. You can tell she’s skilled just by the way she fingers your clit and rubs you slowly, the right fabric of your shorts making it an even tighter fit.

“Fuck…” you hear softly from behind the mask, and it’s the first time you’ve properly heard her voice, it makes you feel like you can cum right then and there.

You blink softly as you stare into her eyes, watching her as she slowly toys with your pussy, making you whine and moan for her from the small motions of her fingers.

“Mmpph…feels…fuck…your fingers…” you moan softly, feeling yourself growing close just from the way she rubbed your throbbing clit. Your hand goes down to her tattooed arm, grabbing it as she begins to speed up. You whine loudly, your back arching as you grind in tow with her movements, and fuck…you’re so close, you feel like you’re going to explode just from a stranger finger fucking you.

And suddenly, her fingers are gone.

“W-what? Why’d you…why’d you stop” you whimper softly while trying to catch your breath, watching as your ghost face began to tug your shorts off. You whine softly with embarrassment, watching as she silently tugged your shorts off, a string of your arousal connecting you to your shorts. You can’t remember the last time you were this wet.

Your ghost face groans softly, mumbling something under her breath that you don’t quite catch. You open your mouth to say something, but you’re quickly being tugged up into her arms as she lays down on the bed.

Now you’re straddling her lap, your bare core dragging along her jeans as her strong hands massage your thighs. You whine softly, because you can feel the prominent bulge pressing against you through her pants. Her hands go to your hips, forcing you to grind your soaking wet pussy against her crotch, your arousal staining her black jeans, making you burn from the inside out.

You moan loudly, your hands pressing against her lower stomach as you watch the way she slowly grinds you down on her as she pleases. You’re eager, so you’re already undoing her belt and unbuttoning her jeans. You almost expect her to stop you, but she doesn’t, and you’re pulling out her pink strap, the length of it making your mouth water.

If you weren’t so fucking horny, the color would’ve made you giggle, but there’s no time for that. You tug her jeans down a bit more, to which she lifts her hips up to help you, and you begin to crawl up her body slightly until you’re hovering over her length, her hand grabbing the shaft as she runs it along your lips, getting it wet with your arousal before she helps you sink down on it.

The moan you both let out is past pornography, the weight of you pushing down her strap rubs against her clit perfectly, and she’s sure she’s never experienced someone riding her so fucking well. The sound of her pretty voice makes you want to cry, because she’s been teasing you so much that you’ll take just about anything she gives you. You begin to bounce on her length slowly, adjusting to her size, your hands pressed against her chest to act as leverage.

“Oh my…fucking god….mmmhhh…a-ah!” You moan out, eyes fluttering shut as you ride her, back arching as your hands go up into your hair, tugging on it, needing somewhat of an outlet to release the pleasure you were feeling. Your senses were on overload, and you weren’t sure if it was the build up of not knowing who the hell you were fucking, or if it was truly that good, but you’re sure you’ve never had a fuck this good in your entire life.

“Fuck…that’s a good fucking girl…bouncing on my cock so well…yeah…that’s it” the voice makes you moan loudly, your eyes opening immediately. She sounds perfect, her voice low and smooth, strong hands gripping your thighs for a moment before they come down on your ass, spanking you hard and making you moan even louder.

You can practically hear the smirk in her voice when she speaks, her voice dripping with lust as you fuck your self down onto her cock. “Haven’t even seen my face and you’re doing all of this for me…treating me special, pretty girl?” She hums out before moaning loudly with you. You can’t help but nod, slowly feeling yourself becoming dumb on her cock.

“S’good…feels so good…I’ll do anything for you” you moan out almost incoherently, saying just about anything that comes to mind in that moment.

As you continue bouncing on her cock, the motions of it all makes her mask come up a bit, and you catch a glimpse of her plush pink lips tugged beneath her pretty teeth. It makes you whine softly, and you realize you can’t fucking do this anymore.

You reach forward, your hand going to the edge of the mask, and you tug it off of her head.

You feel like you’ll lose your breath, keel over and die at that very moment when you see her, because she’s so fucking pretty. Her brown hair is so messy, soft fringe splayed across her face, prettiest freckles littering her red cheeks, those same green eyes staring into yours, pretty lips tugging into a smirk when she sees the way your eyebrows furrow with pleasure, knowing that it was her face that made you feel that way.

“Just couldn’t wait, could you?” She smirks softly, her words followed by a soft groan, hands traveling up your body and gripping your boobs that were nearly completely spilled out of your top.

“Want you to cum for me, princess…can you do that? Cum all over my cock?” She urges on, her words cut off by various moans as you continue fucking yourself down on her. You want to speak, but you can’t, so all you do is nod eagerly and give her a loud moan, feeling the familiar warmth building up in the pit of your stomach, electricity traveling through your body.

Ellie moans with you, her eyes never leaving yours as she gives you an encouraging nod. “That’s it baby…such a pretty fucking girl…been watching you all night…knew I needed to…fuck…have you…come on baby…cum for me” she commands, and you feel like you’ll turn into jelly just from the way she tells you to do it, so stern, your legs felt like they could no longer hold you up, shaking as your back arched almost painfully, and your orgasm raked through your body.

It was electrifying, the feeling of her cock sliding so deep into you, your walls fluttering around it as you came, her hands gripping your hips tightly as she pushed even deeper into you, her own orgasm visibly washing over her as she pushed her head further into the bed, eyes squeezing shut, curse words flying from her pretty lips.

You both sat there for a moment, Ellie sitting up and pressing her face against your chest as she held you close, hands rubbing against your thighs, soft kisses against your boobs, giving both you and herself a moment to collect yourselves after the intense session you’d just had.

After a few moments passed, you pouted softly as you looked down at the bed and noticed some of the red body paint had smeared onto the bed.

“Fuck…you don’t think the host will be mad about that…do you?” You mumbled softly, trying to avoid the embarrassment you felt at the fact that your fucking costume had ended up screwing you over.

Ellie chuckled softly as she looked down at the bed, humming softly as she pressed another kiss to your chest before she pulled you down to lay down with her, having every intention of keeping you there until enough people left, and you could both go for a shower.

“Nah…I don’t mind” she smirked softly, knowing she’d most definitely be making sure the sheets were changed for you both in the morning.

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie x y/n #ellie the last of us #ellie x you

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porcelainseashore · 24 days

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Into the Ether (1)

(Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, ...)

Pairing: Vampire! Toreador! Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Summary: At the all-night events cafe you run, you’ve become acquainted with an elusive patron, Leon, though you can never remember the last moments of your interactions together. After a harrowing encounter, a love-hate relationship develops between the two of you as you grapple with your newfound status in a world of darkness and investigate the reasons behind the untimely attacks.

Content & Warnings: 18+ Resident Evil x Vampire: The Masquerade crossover, horror, mystery, romance, slow burn, strangers to enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, eventual smut, swearing, smoking, non consensual blood drinking, blood bond, vampire turning, violence, injury, mild gore, torture, religious themes, minor character death, RE characters (Chris, Claire, Ada, Wesker, Jill, Sherry, Hunnigan, Rebecca, Baker Family, Merchant, Patrick, Luis), VtM concepts (Camarilla, Anarch, Sabbat, Second Inquisition, Toreador, Ventrue, Brujah, Gangrel, Nosferatu, Malkavian, Tremere, Ghouls).

Authors' Note: Super excited for this crossover series! I’ll try to keep a regular update schedule on Wednesdays. I might take some liberties with VtM lore and mechanics to fit the story, but hope to stay as true as I can to the source material. Finally, I imagined RE2R Leon (my favorite!) in this role 🫶

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Chapter 1: RC By Night

You first saw him in summer, when the days were long and the nights were short, and the streets came to life again. There was the heady smell of pollen in the air and the humidity was sweltering. Just a couple of months after you and a bunch of idealistic friends from your theater school days had taken the plunge, and opened an all-night cafe in one of the cheaper, grittier areas of town, east of the river of Raccoon City.

It had been a scrappy little project, one you didn’t expect to receive a cult following and gain in popularity amongst the intellectuals and counterculture crowd. But then again, there was also the City College nearby and the events program you’d lined up each week drew them in. From comedy nights and disco fevers to site-specific and performance art, you knew what people liked and how they wanted to be entertained. A bit of kitsch, a sprinkle of avant-garde and a generous dose of unpretentious social drinking. It pulled him in too.

Him. You didn’t even know his name. The first thing you had noticed were his striking blue eyes that seemed to glow from the shadows of the dimly lit space, peering out at you. Always observing, always watching, never speaking. Sometimes he’d glance over across the opposite end of the room at another pair of companions — a rugged, broad-shouldered man with a dark crew cut bumping shoulders with a younger, spunky redhead in a matching biker jacket. They’d exchange subtle looks of recognition and mild suspicion before returning to whatever they were doing. Though they never uttered a single word to each other.

He came back week after week, ordering the same drink each time, but never touching it. One Manhattan, please. You obliged. A waitress you had sent over to pry on your behalf told you he enjoyed the cocktail, but couldn’t tolerate much alcohol. You saw him lift the drink to his nose, sniffing it as the corners of his mouth turned upwards, silently smiling to himself before he placed it back down on the table again. Strange. You shook your head and prepared a cup of black coffee, taking it over to him as his eyes lit up in surprise with your approach.

“On the house,” you explained, plonking it down on the table. He raised an eyebrow but remained tight-lipped.

Maybe he didn’t like coffee? Or how did he usually take it? “Uh—” you turned back towards the service area, as if to check that the condiments were still in place. “Would you like some creamer or sugar to go with it?”

He raised his hand to indicate it wasn’t necessary and his jaw clenched, before fixing it into an awkward smile. “Thank you.”

Those were the first words he had spoken to you. It rolled off his tongue like a swirl of mist, a sliver of a dream you couldn’t quite remember when waking up. You took another step forward to get a better look at him. He had a baby face, angelic almost, with that typical, boy next door charm your mom would have gushed at, and you imagined he couldn’t be older than his early twenties. Upon closer inspection, he seemed slightly pale, faint dark circles around his eyes that had seen more than his fair share for his age. There was a sense of weariness and jadedness behind them that made him appear older than he was.

Bringing the cup to his lips, he sipped a small mouthful, letting it sit for a moment, before swallowing it down languidly. You admired the curve of his Adam’s apple, bobbing as the liquid poured down his throat, littered with freckles and specks of moles. Something about his very presence mesmerized you, even more so than earlier. It was hard to place a finger on what it was exactly, and why this feeling seemed to grow with every second you were lingering near him.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes, tapping it on the table before offering one to you. Why not? You were a social smoker and took it as a sign to join him. In fact, there was no other place you’d rather be at the moment. You were confused, but did not question it as you took a seat beside him, noticing that he flinched each time he flicked open his lighter to ignite a flame.

His fingertips brushed across your wrist as he lit your cigarette, causing you to shiver in response, while his jaw tensed again, as if trying to rein something in. Licking his lips, he took a puff from his own, exhaling the smoke as it billowed around him and for a second you thought you’d lost him to a wall of fog. Both of you continued smoking in silence, checking in with each other through furtive glances, even though there was nothing to be ashamed about.

At some point, you followed the direction of his gaze and saw that same pair of companions he often regarded from the corner of his eye. They were frowning, giving him dirty looks as he shrugged nonchalantly in return.

“Not much of a talker, are you?” you broke through the thick stillness of the air that surrounded the both of you like a bubble, separated from the rest of the evening revelers.

“You’re observant,” he teased, his eyes crinkling as he stubbed out the leftovers of his cigarette in the ashtray. You followed suit.

“So, what brings you here?” you asked, gesturing to the suit attire sans tie that he was wearing. “Don’t get me wrong, but this place doesn’t exactly seem like the kind you types hang out at.”

“Hm,” he huffed, though your question didn’t phase him. “And what exactly is my type?”

“I’d say you were a yuppie,” you blurted out, your mouth rarely had a filter on these days. “But I can’t be sure, something about you seems…”

“Off?” he offered, smirking, yet his expression carried a hint of somberness.

“Different,” you corrected, but mumbled out a quick apology nonetheless soon after.

“Don’t be,” he grazed your hand again as he adjusted himself in his chair, and you felt like he was doing this on purpose. “At least you’re honest. It’s a rare quality to find these days.” Though the way he said the last sentence sounded loaded with a double meaning.

“These days?” you guffawed. “You’re speaking like an old man.”

He joined in your laughter though that was the end of your conversation for that night. The rest of the evening went by in a blind haze, and you found yourself in a dazed state later on in the wee hours of the morning, still sitting at the same table, but your newfound friend gone without a trace. None of your colleagues had noticed a thing. You didn’t even get his name, but you shook yourself, commanding your limbs to get back to business and clean up after the customers that had left.

The next time you saw him was when you were hosting the karaoke night of the month. Decked out in a shimmery mermaid glitter jumpsuit, hair tied up in pigtails and face caked with extravagant make up, you hopped onto the stage, only to nearly stumble on your flimsy heels when those piercing blue eyes landed on you from the all the way back. Of all the nights he could have dropped in, he chose this one.

You suppressed your embarrassment and warmed up the audience with a couple of well-placed jokes before kicking the event off with those who had registered to participate. It appeared to be a tough crowd as you only had a handful of sign ups, and would need to potentially seek out volunteers when they were done. You hoped the rackety sound system would hold up till then too.

Fortunately, when it came to the crunch — which it did — you always had an ace up your sleeve. “You there,” you called out, pointing towards the back of the room. “Yeah, blue eyes, you.” Crooking your finger, you beckoned him over, waiting in anticipation to see what he would do.

To your surprise, he bowed his head, accepting the challenge, before slowly weaving his way through the crowd, who were cheering him on with your prompting, towards the stage. He flashed you his pearly whites as he climbed up the short stairs, his floppy bangs bouncing with each step. For a moment, you thought you caught something feral in his gaze, but it dissipated when he reached out for the mic from you, his hands sweeping over yours with an electric touch.

You were in awe of him, like almost everyone else in the cafe, when he broke out in a rich tenor voice, effortlessly floating through the notes of the gentle melody, that you felt as though you were being wrapped in a serene, velvet cocoon. Enthusiastic claps and hoots filled the space when he finished. The only two people in the room who were scowling were the same pair of companions he knew from before.

“Will you join me after the show?” he whispered in your ear as he handed you back the mic. Nodding was the only appropriate response.

You were rushed off your feet for the next couple of hours and it was late by the time you called the event to a close, but he was still there, by his usual table, waiting patiently for you.

“So you decided to push me into the spotlight,” he accused with a wry smile.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it,” you shot back. “Here.” You set a cup of black coffee down in front of him. “My treat.”

“You’re too kind.” It sounded flat, like a game that had become routine between the two of you. He took a sip from it, nothing more, nothing less.

That was all you could recall from your conversation. You didn’t get his name until a few nights after.

“Hey, blue eyes,” you acknowledged as he strolled in.

“Leon,” he disclosed sharply. “It’s Leon.”

That was the night of exchanging introductions. You named all the nights you’d spent with him under various labels, so you wouldn’t forget.

Another night, he had whipped out a flip phone and you nearly choked on your drink. “They still make those?” You stared in disbelief.

He turned to face you in amusement.

“Bet you don’t have a—”

You didn’t even need to finish your sentence for him to fish out his pager, dangling it in front of you like a toy.

“Fuck off,” you laughed. “No fucking way.”

He grinned at your outburst and it was one of those times, few and far between, where you experienced a glimpse of that youthful energy he often hid behind a calm, matured facade.

“You’re still living in the 90s dude?” you jested, grabbing the pager as you flipped it over, trying to determine if it was real. It was.

His lips curled up into a playful smirk. “Something like that.”

“Healthcare,” you guessed, squinting at him. “I heard people there still have them. You’re a doctor?”

“I wish.” He coughed out a self-deprecating laugh, before rummaging through his wallet for a sleek white card, sliding over to you. “PI, actually.”

“Private Investigator Leon S. Kennedy,” you read the title out loud, deliberately emphasizing each word.

“Go ahead, shout it from the rooftops,” he joked.

“Don’t tempt me.” You gave what you hoped was a cheeky wink, not flirty, definitely not flirty.

A lopsided smile spread across his face, and you wondered if you were finally beginning to unravel the mystery of this man, one that he seemed to carry around like a burden.

“Well, now you know where to find me.” He winked back, taking a tiny sip of his free coffee.

That was the night of P.I. Kennedy. Soon, these nights blurred into each other. You felt like you were getting a step closer, but yet you weren’t. He always had you at an arm’s length for some reason, even though he seemed to want more. Why did he keep coming back?

He also appeared to care about what you thought of him. At some point forth, he started dressing down, exchanging his usual formal attire for a shirt with no blazer, and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A fine gold chain necklace peeked out from underneath his top collar, which was left unbuttoned. “Better like this?” he asked with no context. You had to pause and consider what he meant for a while before you understood.

“If you’d like to fit in.” You shrugged indifferently. “But I don’t think you want to.”

“You know me well,” he murmured fondly. The back of his fingers caressed the side of your neck, just under your jawline, along a pulse point. You closed your eyes and sighed. It felt sensitive and tender.

“And how well do you know me?” you asked.

There was no reply, but somehow you already knew the answer.

Another thing you were vaguely aware of was that you kept missing the tail end of your interactions with him. It was as though after a certain point in the night, you would come to, like waking up from a daydream, and he would have disappeared by then.

Your colleagues asked if you were seeing each other. Were you? You were only chatting, you surmised. Nothing had gone that far yet, at least from what you had gathered. But you liked him more than you would’ve liked to admit.

He walked you home one night, and when you reached your doorstep, you were about to invite him in, but he interrupted you. “There’s something I need to tell you…”

Guilt clouded his eyes, unmistakable and heavy. But as he was about to say more, he held back, as if pulled by an invisible thread. Then, you felt yourself overcome with tiredness, but it was pleasant and comforting. “Can you help me to bed?” Your voice sounded far away.

All at once, you felt yourself being propped up under his arm and your weight shifting under your feet, until your head touched a feather-soft pillow. He draped a blanket over your unmoving body. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I never should have—” Even in your state, you could tell it pained him.

“I won’t do it again, unless you let me.”

That was the last you heard from him for a while.

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Leon couldn’t get enough of you. Believe him, he tried countless times, but it didn’t work. From the moment he had set foot into that establishment, he had damned himself. He knew it when he spotted you and smelled your sanguine resonance from afar. It was the humor of your blood, and it was stronger and more consistent than he was used to. You were just so full of life, and enjoying it to the point where he was envious. You signified all the hopes and dreams that had been dashed spectacularly to the ground, ever since becoming… what he was now.

He had to have a taste of you. A little drop wouldn’t hurt, would it? He’d been taught ages ago, by Ada, his sire, that he needed people like you to survive. If one ignored their hunger for too long, things would get worse, so much worse, and not just for himself, but for everyone else around him. It was simply the lesser of two evils to feed, and he’d never actually killed anyone by doing so. Then, why did it feel so wrong? He had gotten good at pushing down these thoughts, until they were reduced to an inaudible hum at the back of his mind. Just like many other things, he learnt to compromise. But compromising meant that sometimes, he’d lose a piece of himself. If there was an equivalent of a soul within the monster he had become, then it was fragmented, and he’d never get back the ones that had dissolved into the ether, due to the bad decisions he had made. Like the ones he would soon make with you.

Taste. Taste was something he had acquired since young. In his human life, he always had an eye for detail, an eye for what fit, what worked, and what didn’t. It certainly helped when he became a cold case detective with the police force, filled with unbridled potential, only to have that overturned, when he decided to chase after love instead of missing people and puzzle pieces. For years, he would’ve done anything for her, only for it to amount to wasted time and regret when the inevitable boredom that came with time struck, and he was tossed aside over something exciting and new. Still, he knew a delicious vessel when he saw one. You were just meant to be a special curiosity that he could pass on to the older vampire for a favor or two. At least, that was what he told himself, when you took the initial bait and he beckoned you to stay through unnatural means. That was the first lie.

When he bit into you, he was met with a burst of color, vibrant shades of all kinds of red. The flavor saturated his mouth: sweet roses, his favorite kind, their scent carried on a gentle zephyr; warm light that enveloped him but didn’t hurt; traces of nicotine coursing through your veins; and the familiar iron tang that gave it its kick. Your face, your voice, your very essence haunted him in that taste. He could see you like a will-o'-the-wisp performing on stage in one of your many plays across a lifetime, laughing with your friends in the back of a car speeding down the highway, crying into a pillow when you had your heart broken by your first love… How was this possible? Your memories came flooding through him and you were blissfully unaware of it all. He felt like a spy, listening in to all your secrets and desires, and his blatant invasion of your privacy disgusted him.

This was wrong. He shouldn’t have gotten so close. He should’ve heeded the warning glances the Redfield siblings were throwing his way. So, he tried his best to stay away, but like an addict, he kept crawling back, seeking you out like a dog with its tail between its legs. How could a mere mortal have such an effect on him? Did he taste this way to Ada when she turned him? He laughed sardonically. If only she could see him now, being so torn up over a woman he had just met.

He tried to erase you from his mind, but you were always meant to be something more. You reminded him of all the things he missed when he was living. You were the best he had ever tasted, but he didn’t want to turn you over to her, not yet. After all, he could afford to enjoy you for just one more time. The second lie had spun its thick, dark webs throughout his head. Truth be told, he would never share you with anyone else.

The third lie came when he resolved to tell you what he really was. He couldn’t keep going on like this and deceiving you, but his sire’s words bore down on him. “You don’t get attached to a vessel,” she scoffed. Wait, wasn’t he one too at some point? Her contradictory words replayed in his ears like a broken record. In any case, he wasn’t attached. He was being brave and honest, which was how he liked to think of himself. But when it came to the crunch outside your doorstep, he was a coward, finding himself unable to breach the rules of the Masquerade and gave in to his urges instead. It was then that he realized deep down, he was truly a despicable and hateful low-life.

Thump! He felt his body slam against a solid wall, as he entered a secluded alleyway round the corner from your apartment. A dull ache bloomed across his skin. After the events that had happened that night, he didn’t even bother putting up a fight. He slumped down until the brawny, older male sibling, Chris, lifted him by his collar and pinned him in place. At the same time, the slender redhead, Claire, Chris’ female counterpart, spoke, “Where the hell are you going with this, Leon?”

“Why do you care?” he spat, blood coating his teeth. “The cafe’s in neutral ground, no one’s claimed domain over it yet. I can feed on whoever I like.”

“Listen, you’re Cam scum, but you saved my brother back then, and you used to hang with us,” she hissed, jabbing her finger into his shoulder to emphasize each point. “So, I’m gonna give you a tip, but just this once.”

She brought her mouth to his ear. “There’s interest in the domain… and you’re not the only suitor vying for her attention.”

His eyes widened at the threat.

“Whatever you do, do it fast.”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy fluff #resident evil #vampire au #vampire the masquerade #vtm #crossover #porcelainscribbles

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sillyprettyfairy · 9 months

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Thinking about how in Scaris a mediocre white woman hits up three teen girls of color with unique styles influenced by their respective cultures because of their clear talent and passion for their craft.

And instead of encouraging it, she makes every attempt to squash it. She is, at least from the perspective of the ghouls prior to her shady shit being found out, giving them the opportunity of a lifetime. A famous designer in one of the world's fashion capitals is offering to put them on her level. She'll give them exposure and resources and connections they would've likely never gotten otherwise.

But the trade-off isn't equal. This random woman who only wears black dresses tells these young girls with actual creativity and new ideas and a perspective she can never get, that in order to get on her level they need to abandon those things. The very talent they were scouted off of should be tossed aside in favor of producing the same kind of outfits she already makes over and over until the day they die.

And yet Clawdeen, a Black girl from the states, with her dreams aligning with her reality before her very eyes, is willing to make that trade.

Clawdeen second-guesses herself. Clawdeen, as she is on her way to meet a famous designer who hand-picked her, questions if she's worthy.

Madame Ghostier is successful. Of course she's right. I should just give in and do what she asks. She's the one with the expertise.

But one of my favorite scenes is when Jinafire and Skelita take Clawdeen's sketchbook out of the trash and ask her what she designs for. That if she does it as a means to express herself then why is she expressing Madame Ghostier's vision instead of her own.

All that to say the solidarity between Jinafire, Skelita, and Clawdeen in the movie is really nice to go back to. A very basic kid's movie "be yourself" theme that I find to have (likely unintentional) themes of poc solidarity and rejection of the "white way" of doing things.

#monster high #clawdeen wolf #jinafire long #skelita calaveras #monster high scaris city of frights #scaris city of frights

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workwithmeman · 2 months

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Pairing - Mountain x Phantom, 1.4k words, mature/explicit

Tags: body worship, phantummy, phantom being a little shit, mountain being desperate, mountain finishing in like 9 seconds oops, first time writing smut sorry, not beta read

Mountain was going to lose his fucking mind.

He knew Phantom had always been pretty - from the moment he had tumbled out of the summoning circle, he was all pouty lips, angled face, and doe eyes. A little gangly and underfed, sure, but nothing that a little love and home cooked meals couldn’t fix. And he was sweet - Lord Below was he sweet. An adorable nativity paired with a penchant to please that drove Mountain insane with a need to fawn, dote on, and love the little ghoul.

But now that they had gotten back from tour, things had only gotten worse for Mountain. Without the constant exercise of tour and the increase in lovingly prepared rich comfort foods of winter, Phantom had started to grow a little soft around the edges. What once was all prominent bones and sharp edges became gently curvy and cherubic, with softer thighs and arms and an ass that Mountain would love to bury his face in.

But the kicker, the absolute killing blow to Mountain’s sanity, was Phantom’s fucking tummy. As he had softened, a little bit of that fat had migrated to his chest and stomach, creating the most adorable little pooch that Mountain wanted to kiss, lick, suck - anything that Phantom would allow him to.

Sweet Satan, he was screwed.

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Mountain’s day started like normal, with him gently untangling himself from Phantom’s death grip on his body and shuffling to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. In the kitchen he found Dewdrop, holding a scalding cup of coffee and heating up the water for Mountain. He offered Mountain a sleepy smile.

“Hey big guy. Sleep alright?”

Mountain grunted in response, holding his cup out to Dew wordlessly.

“Understood,” Dew chuckled, pouring hot water in to Mountain’s teacup. “Phantom keep you up last night?”

“You could say that. Little bug is driving me crazy.” Mountain gently blew on his tea.

“Oh? What did he do now?” Dew leaned back against the counter, sipping his coffee. “More video games? Another documentary?”

“Satan, I wish. It’s just fucking him, Dew, I’m losing my mind. I just want to hold him and never let go.”

Dew laughed again. “Wow Mount, never thought I’d see the day someone made an honest woman out of you. It’s a good look.”

“Who’s making an honest woman out of Mountain?” Phantom’s sleepy voice called from down the hall. “I want to help.”

As Phantom appeared in the doorway, Mountain’s mouth went completely dry. In his bat boxer briefs and bat wing hoodie, Phantom looked good enough to eat. Mountain wanted to mark him, claim him, fuck him, break him, and then put him back together again. He wanted to grab him and steal him back to their room and spend hours eating the poor boy out until he cried. Fuck. Mountain needed to get his shit together.

“Oh, um, hi bug. H-how did you sleep?” Mountain stammered. Phantom chuckled and walked over to him, tucking himself against Mountain’s chest and kicking up a gentle purr.

“Like a rock. Your cuddles and your tea always make me go out like a light.” Phantom nuzzled against Mountain’s neck before pulling away to the cabinet where the tea was kept.

As he stood on his tiptoes to reach his favorite box of tea, his hoodie rode up a little, revealing a sliver of dark purple belly, just sticking out a bit over his boxers. Mountain looked up from his sip of tea, only to spit it out all over Dew, coughing heavily.

“What the fuck, Mount, are you trying to infect me with your earth ghoul cooties? Fuck off with that shit,” Dew yelped. He looked down at himself, now covered with a healthy spray of earl grey. “Ah, shit. Now I have to change my fucking shirt.”

Dew walked out of the kitchen past a sheepish Mountain and a bewildered Phantom, yanking off his shirt as he went.

“You alright there, Mounty? Everything OK?” Phantoms big purple eyes stared up at him, taking his breath away.

Mountain flushed up to his horns. “U-uh yeah, bug. Just choked a little bit. Sorry if I scared you.” Phantom rolled his eyes.

“Just glad you’re not dying, you big dummy. I love you too much to watch you choke to death on leaf water.”

Mountain smiled, tugging Phantom back into his chest. “I love you too, bug. I love you too.”

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As their day progressed, Mountain slowly became more sure that Phantom was intentionally trying to drive him insane. The way he’d slowly bend over a laundry basket in front of Mountain and turn around and smile teasingly, the way he’d lift his sweater up over his head and make sure his t-shirt was stuck to it, the way he’d brush up against Mountain when they were working side by side. Mountain was ready to grab the little quint by the scruff of his neck and drag him back to their room to not be seen for at least a few days.

It all came to a head at movie night. The ghouls were all gathered in the common room watching some movie Dew and Aether liked, something with bombs and explosions and good special effects. Something Mountain could ignore for something sweeter. Namely, his lapful of quintessence ghoul.

Phantom was lounging against the earth ghoul’s torso, sitting between his legs. Every few minutes he’d shift ever so slightly, pressing back directly into Mountain’s dick. He stretched backwards, bringing his arms around Mountain’s shoulders and allowing his shirt to ride up as he nuzzled into Mountain’s neck.

Come on Mounty, hold me. I’m so cold.

Mountain could hear Phantom’s voice echoing around his brain.

I know you’ve been staring. Come on, wrap those big arms around me. I can feel you, I can feel you’re hard. I know you want me, Mounty.

Mountain growled slightly into Phantom’s neck.

Don’t start something you can’t finish, little bug. I hope you know what you’re doing.

Phantom only chirped and ground harder back into the earth ghoul. He brought his mouth right up to Mountain’s ear.

“Please, Mounty. Take me back to our room, come on.”

Mountain growled, picking Phantom up and throwing him over his shoulder as Phantom squealed happily. As they walked out of the common room, a there were a few chuckles and groans from various members of the pack, but they mostly ignored the scene happening in front of them.

Once they reached their shared room, Mountain tossed Phantom into the nest, yanking his shirt over his head.

“You fucking tease. Whatever am I to do with you?” He crawled forwards, caging Phantom in on all sides. “Hope you don’t like this shirt too much, bug. You’re not getting it back.”

In one swift motion, Mountain slashed the center of Phantom’s shirt open, revealing his delicate, plush purple skin. Mountain immediately latched onto Phantom’s neck, kissing, sucking and licking his way down the quint’s body until he reached his tummy.

“Fucking harassing me all day, showing this cute little tummy off when you know I can’t handle it. Fucking drives me insane, bug, madness how gorgeous you are. Could stare for hours and never have enough.”

Phantom whined, squirming against the sheets. “Then why don’t yo-hah-do something more than just stare? Please Mounty, I need it. Touch me, please.”

“Oh princess, you’ve had more than enough touches for today. You always get what you want, hmm? It’s time for me to get something back.”

Mountain straddled Phantom’s calf, slowly starting to grind as he shoved his face back into his soft purple tummy.

“Fuck, bug, you’re perfect. Love how soft you are, how soft you’ve gotten. Love that you’re so strong now, so pretty. Such a pretty ghoul.” Mountain gasped, staring to hump Phantom’s leg more aggressively. He brought a hand down to Phantom’s straining cock, slowly beginning to jerk it.

“You drive me crazy, baby, your cute little ass and your fucking thighs, love, wanna cover em with my marks. Wanna make sure everyone knows you’re mine. Wanna - ah! Wanna mate you, mark you, show everyone how much I fucking love you, need you, want you, ah-!”

Mountain finishes with a cry, spilling all over Phantom’s leg. Phantom follows shortly after, enamored with the scene of the earth ghoul falling apart. They lay together, panting, for a minute until Mountain crawls up Phantom’s body to kiss him. A comfortable silence falls over the pair.

“H-hey Mounty? Did you mean what you said? Do you want to be my mate?” Phantom asked nervously, tilting his chin up to look in to the earth ghouls eyes.

“With my whole heart, body, and soul, bug. If you want, whenever you want, wherever you want, I’m yours.”

#the band ghost #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #ghost ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #aeon x mountain #phantom x mountain #nameless ghouls #estel writes #uhhh ghoul smutish ig

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readriordan · 6 months

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Happy Halloween!

A day of ghouls and specters, there isn't a better time to be a chthonic demigod - aka a demigod of the Underworld! So let's check in on some of our favorite chthonic kids and see how they spent their holiday:

Nico di Angelo

"I'm not exactly the most popular kid in Camp Half-Blood most days, but Halloween is different. We didn't really celebrate it back in my day in Italy, but I almost feel obligated now. I mean, I'm king of ghosts, I think that means I win Halloween, right? Anyways, I turned Cabin 13 into a haunted house for the other campers this evening. I've even got skeletons roaming around, and Jules-Albert is giving out candy. Usually people would be screaming about that, but the other campers love it. It's nice to be seen as cool for a change."

Hazel Levesque

"Camp Jupiter is busy during the holidays! Everybody's going trick-or-treating around New Rome. In the legion the cohorts are giving out candy to each other and holding a competition to see who can get the biggest haul. Even the lares are getting in on the fun trying to prank campers. Frank and I are on duty in the praetors' offices for any trick-or-treaters who come by. Usually some of the houses in New Rome stay open a little bit later though for the centurions once they get off of door duty, so we'll still have time to go wandering later. Plus, we get all the leftovers anyways, so we'll have plenty of treats regardless!"

Clovis

"Oh, Lou Ellen and I made a deal for tonight - she's going as Kiki from Kiki's Delivery Service, and she said if she can turn me into a cat for the evening she'll split her candy with me 50/50. And I get to nap the whole time. Not too bad of a deal for me, honestly. If I want I could honestly probably make the rounds again for seconds, since nobody would know I was already there. Total win-win."

Lou Ellen Blackstone

"Clovis probably already told you about my costume, but what he doesn't know is that my cabin is going all out. We're not gonna let Cabin 13 win spookiest haunted house, at least not without a fight! Sure he has skeletons and ghosts, but like, c'mon! That's gotta be cheating, right? Us Hecate kids take Halloween very seriously, of course. Especially trick-or-treat. Let's just say we tend to prefer the trick half a little bit more. We'll see how many campers get turned into animals by the end of the night. Unfortunately, Clovis doesn't count towards that."

Alabaster Torrington

"Well, normally I would be spending Halloween with my family, but seeing as the gods exiled me, I can't. That's alright though - I have a plan. You see, me and Dr. Claymore are gonna go scam campers out of their candy. I may be exiled, but as long as I stay outside the borders of Camp Half-Blood, I'm not breaking the rules, and they never said anything about Mistforms. And I might be able to say hi to my half-siblings while I'm there. Just as long as nobody rats me out to Chiron we're good. I'm sure I can convince them to keep quiet in exchange for king-sized candy bars. Oh, someone's coming - gotta go!"

What a spooky bunch! We hope you all had a happy and safe Halloween with plenty of treats.

#pjo #riordanverse #readriordan #read riordan #nico di angelo #hazel levesque #clovis pjo #lou ellen blackstone #alabaster torrington

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hypnoneghoul · 20 days

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Swissalps sickly sweet fluff plz😭🙏

omg I'm sorry this sucks

Mountain makes his way back to the den with a sigh, his legs and arms sore as he walks on autopilot, following a faint trail of his favorite scent.

He feels as if he’s been working in the greenhouses and gardens for weeks, even though in reality it was just a few hours. He's exhausted anyway.

His feet carry him to the common room where he notices Swiss lounging on the couch and watching TV and the earth ghoul immediately feels lighter. There’s a smile pulling on his lips and warmth blooming in his belly.

Swiss looks up and grins up at his mate, opening his arms. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi.” Mountain flops onto the couch and falls into Swiss’ arms. The multi ghoul brings him closer and hugs him tightly to his chest as they both start to purr quietly. Some time passes, Mountain nearly falls asleep. Swiss thinks he does fall asleep and he moves, trying to reach a blanket to cover his tired mate, but the earth ghoul stirs, then.

“Do you want to go to bed?” Swiss asks him. He grumbles something unintelligible into his neck and burrows himself closer. That means no, but the multi ghoul knows better. “Come on, I’ll make you tea and then we’ll get all snuggled up in bed, okay, my love?”

“Mhm,” the earth ghoul hums after a second, having considered the offer, clearly. Swiss chuckles, knowing that he’ll have to worry about his mate the day he doesn't get bribed with tea and snuggles. He wiggles out from under Mountain and he whines, but doesn’t stop him.

“I’ll be back in a second,” Swiss smiles. He goes to the kitchen and prepares everything for the promised tea. The kettle is loud enough for him to not hear as Mountain stands up and pads over to him. The multi ghoul trills happily as his mate wraps his arms around his waist and glues himself to his back, purring. “You were supposed to wait for me there.”

“Didn’wannabe’part,” he slurs into the back of Swiss’ neck. His belly swoops with love—no surprise—and he puts his own hands on Mountain’s as they wait for the water to boil. It doesn’t take long but the earth ghoul might have as well fallen asleep hanging off of Swiss’ back.

“Okay, big guy,” Swiss says once their cups of tea are ready. “I have to carry them, can you walk and not make us fall over?”

Mountain hums in affirmation again, but doesn’t pull off of Swiss. The multi ghoul laughs and walks out of the kitchen with his mate still wrapped around him. It isn’t the smartest—considering the mugs filled with boiling liquid in both of Swiss’ hands—but they make it work and they make it to their room.

Swiss pushes Mountain onto the bed and the earth ghoul, more or less, gets the hint and crawls into the nest. Swiss sets the cups on one of the bedside tables and moves to walk around the bed to his side, to crawl into the bed himself and glue himself to his mate’s front.

Mountain whines, though, and Swiss furrows his brows. He looks up at him and his eyes are so soft. The multi ghoul melts, knowing all too well what his mate wants. “Little spoon?”

“Yeah,” Mountain mumbles and smiles goofily and Swiss can waste no more time. He jumps into the nest and stretches to wrap himself around the bigger ghoul, to make him feel as small as possible. All safe and protected.

The purr that breaks free out of Mountain once they settle rattles their entire bed.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” Swiss whispers into the back of his mate’s neck.

“I love you, too,” he replies, all shaky with his deep rumble.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #hypnone writes #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #swissalps

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ab4eva · 7 months

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‘You Ain’t Shy, Don’t Lie’

Summary: Austin Butler x Reader // You decide to try something new and surprise your boyfriend with a special request.

Warnings: NFSW 18+ only, thigh riding, smut with little to no plot, titty play, dirty talk, tickling, established relationship, language, fluff, bad puns.

Word count: 2k

Authors note: Welcome to my Lazy Ghouls’ Kinktober, where I write one prompt each week of October. Thanks to @chestharrington for the great idea and for putting it together! I knew I couldn't commit to writing one fic each day, so this seemed like the perfect way to participate. Special thanks to @prompted-wordsmith for agreeing to write me a sentence prompt for each kink I chose 🩵 And thanks to Elvis who definitely messed with me while I was writing it and tried to get me to call Austin’s *ahem* “Coco” - just like we call his 🤭

Kink #1: Thigh riding

Prompt (via @prompted-wordsmith): “C'mon now, baby, sit on my lap. I won't bite... unless you ask me to.”

Austin is drained after a long day of meetings, but when he walks in the front door to find you curled up on the couch, looking as cozy as he’s ever seen you, all of his exhaustion seems to just melt away. Glasses on and hair thrown up in a messy bun, wearing your favorite oversized Journey tee and fuzzy socks, you’re a sight for sore eyes, and it feels like he’s coming home in more ways than one. He leans against the doorframe, hands in his pockets and grinning like an idiot until you finally notice he’s there, looking up to return his smile.

“Hey you,” you say, setting aside your copy of Persuasion and stretching, taking off your glasses and rubbing the bridge of your nose. You expect him to be sitting down beside you by the time you look up at him again, but he’s still just holding up the doorframe like it’s his job, his long and lean body casually slouched, his eyes dancing with a sort of mischief. You stick out your bottom lip, pouting a little, and make grabby hands at him. He chuckles and launches out of the doorway and towards you so quickly you don’t have time to prepare before he’s on top of you, tickling you without mercy. You squeal and thrash, trying to wiggle out from underneath him, but his long fingers dig into your ribs relentlessly. You can’t stop giggling long enough to get a word in edgewise but you do manage to wrap your legs around his waist and slide to the floor, dislodging his attack for a split second, which you use to crawl away from him, holding up a couch pillow in defense.

“Hey,” you say breathlessly. “Hey now, is that any way to treat someone who has a surprise for you?” Your hair has fallen out of its bun and hangs loosely around your shoulders, your eyes sparkle with laughter and your cheeks have the prettiest pink tint to them - Austin thinks you’re the loveliest thing he’s ever seen.

“Mmm…is that right, baby? You planning on giving me something extra special to end this day on a really good note?” He starts to crawl towards you on his hands and knees, his blonde curls mussed and standing on end after your tussle. He looks like the cutest puppy you’ve ever seen and you can’t help but bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“Mm hmm…be a good boy, now, and you’ll get your treat.” His face flushes crimson and you stand, holding out your hand to him. He grabs it without hesitation, letting you pull him up and lead him to the bedroom. His hands are on your hips, squeezing gently and he whips you around the moment you’re near the bed, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. You feel how excited he is already and your hands move grab his ass, pulling him closer to you. He plants a kiss on your cheek, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear before moving to your neck, starting to nibble softly there with his teeth. You let out a low whimper, your breath leaving your body in a rush as you melt into his touch and he feels you start to squirm a little against him. He smiles into your neck as he continues to kiss and nibble gently at the sweet spot just below your ear that he knows sends electric sparks shooting through your body.

“Babe,” you pant, and it takes everything in you to pull away, “the surprise…” He groans at the loss of contact but keeps his hand firmly planted on your hips. He cocks an eyebrow curiously at you, his mouth curving into a half-smile, his blue eyes deepening a shade darker to navy, his pupils already blown wide.

“It’s…actually two-fold, this surprise. So, first of all…” You take a step back, out of his reach, and grasp the edge of your t-shirt, pulling it up and over your head to reveal a new lingerie set. A sheer black bra and panties, edged with lace, cling to your curves and you bite your lip as you wait for his reaction. His eyes go wide as he takes you in, from head to toe and back again. You see his chest heave, drawing your eyes to that little bit of chest hair peeking out through his open collar and suddenly you need him naked. You almost forget that he hasn’t said anything yet.

“You are so goddamn sexy, babe,” Austin breathes as he closes the distance between you again, grinning as he looks at you and moves to kiss your lips, letting the passion slowly build as he kisses you languidly. His fingers brush across the silky skin of your back, making you shiver and he lets out a groan of pleasure as his hands begin to roam the soft curves and smooth skin of your body, like he can see you better if he feels you.

“You like it?” Your voice is expectant and a little breathless.

“Like it? Sweetheart, I love it. You're so fucking beautiful…and I'm gonna to show you just how much I like it right now...” His head dips to lick a long stripe up your throat and your breath catches. You grab onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself.

“Babe, can we try something tonight?” You whisper, ducking your head a little. “I was thinking…that is I…want to…” you trail off, suddenly a little shy.

“You want to what, babe? You can tell me.” He raises his eyebrows as he lifts your chin with his finger, causing you to meet his gaze. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

“Well…I think…” you take his hand and lead him to the bed, pushing him down onto it gently to where he’s leaning against the headboard. “You’re here…and…bend this leg for me?” you say, tapping his right leg, and he obeys, bending it up and placing his foot flat on the bed. “And I want to…” you stop, suddenly shy again.

“You want to what, shy girl? Go on, whisper it in my ear.” Austin smiles, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer, causing you to lean over him, your ample chest in his face. You blush and lean down to whisper in his ear. “I want to ride your thigh…” you bite your lip and pull away, looking at him expectantly. Austin feels the air leave his body for just a moment and his heart starts to beat a little bit quicker. The blush on your cheeks and your timid smile, in contrast with the almost sinful lingerie you have on, does something to him.

“C'mon now, baby, sit on my lap. I won't bite... unless you ask me to,” he murmurs as he nips your bottom lip with his teeth and pulls you in for a heated kiss, grabbing some of your hair in his hands and pulling lightly. You moan and start to unbutton his shirt, as his hands make quick work of his pants. You help him shed his clothing until he’s naked and in position again, his cock straining and standing at attention. You can’t help but lean down to plant a kiss on his pretty pink tip and it waggles in appreciation. You giggle and his cheeks color slightly.

“One more thing,” you say with a chuckle.

“Ok, pretty girl, name it,” he says with laughter in his voice as well.

“Well…I know how much you love my ass. And I was thinking…what if I faced away from you? And we can watch each other in the mirror….” you trail off. Instead of a verbal answer, Austin just growls and pulls you onto his lap so that you’re straddling his thigh and facing away from him, settling his hands on your hips and leaning in to trail little kisses across your back.

“My inventive girl. I'm going to love seeing you this way.” His hands travel up from your hips and grab onto your breasts as he gently pinches your nipples, making you gasp and grind down on his thigh a little. “And seeing you watching me as I watch you...” He bites your shoulder and you grab onto his knee to steady yourself. Austin starts to kiss and nibble your back, his hands sliding up and down your body as he slowly makes his way to your hips again. He grips them tightly, fingers digging into your soft flesh. You let a breath out as you feel his firm thigh beneath you, already pressing against your sensitive clit. His eyes meet yours in the mirror and a heated look passes between you. His face is filled with anticipation and he can see the pleasure you're already feeling.

“Alright, my princess, let's have some fun,” Austin says as he looks at you in the mirror, kissing your earlobe and nibbling that spot just below it to send a jolt through your body. You moan a little as you start to move on his thigh, the friction sending a shockwave through you. You’ve already soaked through the sheer panties you’re wearing, the wetness of the thin material only adding to your pleasure. Austin let’s his eyes travel down your body, stopping at your breasts as he moves his hands to cup them, kneading gently before slipping his fingers inside your bra, toying with your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks. He pulls your heavy breasts out of the bra completely, gripping one in each of his large hands. Your head arches back and you slide down his thigh, pressing harder, the slickness from your arousal easing your way.

You look at Austin in the mirror, his face clouded with lust and watching yours intently, his hands on your breasts, his hot breath panting heavily in your ear. Your eyes travel to your own face and are surprised to see how fucked out you look - your face is flushed, brows drawn together in concentration and your mouth parted wantonly. Something about seeing you and Austin entwined like this in the mirror sends a rush through you and you start to speed up your movements.

“That’s it, baby girl, just like that. Ride me good and hard. Put me away wet, just how I like it. Leave your cum smeared all over me. Soak me,” he whispers in your ear, his fingers pinching your nipples harder and that’s all you need to break apart, to push yourself that last little bit until you feel the familiar wave crest and wash over you as you come, squeezing your thighs together against his. Austin’s hands keep you from falling forward. Instead, he hauls you back again his chest, settling you in his lap as his arms wrap around you and your head rests on his shoulder, catching your breath.

“Jesus. Austin. That was…” you can’t finish your thought, still coming down from your high.

“Incredible,” he finishes for you, kissing your temple and smoothing the hair back from your forehead. “You trickster, you. Bet you had this whole thing planned, right down to the book you were pretending to read when I got home.” He squeezes your waist lightly, making you jump a little.

“Hey,” you say indignantly, “I never joke about Jane Austen.” You grin at him in the mirror. “But I’m glad I could surprise you, baby. End your day on thigh note,” you tease. He groans at your bad joke.

“Just for that, missy, looks like I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson,” he whispers in your ear, before flipping you over on the bed, pinning you down and tickling you right in your ticklish spot. You yelp and giggle, but there’s no getting away this time.

Tagging some Austin lovers who might be interested, since I don’t have an official tag list: @elvisabutler @butlersxbirdy @precious-little-scoundrel @jelliedonut @missmaywemeetagain @eliseinmemphis @slowsweetlove @purejasmine @prompted-wordsmith @austinsmutler @klizzie93 @burninlovebutler @steph-speaks @austiebuttbutt @areacodefan @stylespresleyhearted @austinstyles @blurredcolour @richardslady121 @joshuntildawn13

#LazyGhoulsKinktober2023 #austin butler #austin butler smut #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fic #austin butler imagine #austin butler fantasy #austin butler x y/n #austin butler x you #austin butler x reader #written by ab4eva

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redskull199987 · 11 months

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New Friends

Sodo x female!reader Part II(new Ghoul/replacement for Aether)

Word count:2.1k

Warnings: making out, kissing, lots of kissing, in general just cute again and lots of interactions with the crowd:D

Summary:The Reader takes the place of Phantom in this, replacing Aether and playing the Rhythm Guitar. She was working at the ministry before and was always close to the Ghouls, especially Sodo. Now Papa decided, that it was finally her time to shine…

let me know if you wanna be tagged Part I, Part II(you are here), Part III

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You knew, you should be somewhere completely different right now. With the other Ghouls or with Papa. Anywhere…

And still, here you were. Stuck between the door of your dressing room and your favorite Ghoul. His lips were currently attacking your exposed neck, while you tried to keep your voice down.

"Sodo…", you groaned, trying to convince him, that this was not the right time, but the fire Ghoul knew how aroused you were. He could smell it after all.

"What is it, doll?", he asked and backed away a little, a grin on his face.

You only sighed and pulled him back towards you, mumbling into his ear,"I hate you", he didn't have time to respond, as you pressed your lips to his again. He gasped, not expecting you to be so straight forward, giving you the chance to sneak your tongue into his mouth. By this point, Sodo had fully melted into the kiss. He pushed you harder against the door, sneaking his hands around your waist, all the while he explored your mouth with his tongue.

"Sodo-", you groaned his name again. You could feel his hot breath against your mouth. You knew, he was just as horny as you were.

"We need to be on stage soon.", you mumbled.

Sodo only hummed, softly kissing your temple:"I know, my love. But for now, I got you all to myself."

Your cheeks reddened at his words. It didn't help, that you could feel his fingertips brushing up your shirt and softly kneading your hips.

You looked up at him. You almost giggled. You weren't the tallest Ghoul, but Sodo wasn't either, so you were about the same height. But right now, Sodo tried everything to tower over you as much as possible. You quickly looked down and saw that he even stood slightly on his toes.

You smiled softly and wrapped your tail around his calf, mentioning for him to come back to his feet. He hesitantly obliged your request and before he could complain about it, you quickly pressed a kiss to his temple, just like he had done it to you only minutes ago.

He closed his mouth again, choosing not to complain about his height and just enjoy the moment instead.

"I love you, no matter what height, my fire boy.", you smiled, throwing your arms over his shoulders and intertwining them behind his head.

Sodo was starstruck for a second, as he didn't say anything, but then his lips curled up into a sweet smile, that could almost rival Swiss'.

" I love you too, my beloved.", he finally said, leaning his forehead against yours. He was careful to not knock his horns against yours. Which was rather easy considering that yours weren't as big as his and they sat a little bit more on your forehead. His were closer to his hairline.

"We really should get going", you finally said. You knew, that you didn't want to be late again. You and Sodo had kind of become notorious for being late, since you joined. Which was a huge problem, since you were needed for Kaiserion, the opening song.

Sodo could only nod:"We really shouldn't be late again."

"Let's go then", you said and kissed his cheek one last time, before you went to grab your helmet.

"Here we go again", Sodo grinned, his own helmet resting between his fingers,"You still nervous?"

You smiled at his question. He had been so caring this entire tour. You had only done a few rituals yet, finishing all the ones in France. But still, the Fans were absolutely awesome. You received so many sweet presents and people cheered and clapped for you, especially when you were interacting with Sodo.

"No.", you finally answered his question,"I am starting to really love this."

Sodo only grinned:"Told you."

"Let's go", you chuckled and pushed him out of your dressing room.

Thankfully, you had made it on time. Even though, you had almost destroyed your own guitar, as you hastily made your way onto stage.

Apart from that, everything was going according to plan. Right now, you were sitting on the edge of Aurora's stage, vibing together with your fellow Ghoulette. You had decided to join her, since she couldn't leave her stage. You looked up, as the song slowly came to an end. She looked down and grinned at you. You smiled back and jumped up, pushing your guitar behind you back.

You quickly pulled Aurora into a huge hug, you even heard her laughing over the cheers of the fans, who were probably focusing on Sodo right now, as he was harassing Rain as always.

You vibed a little bit more with Aurora, but as you saw that Swiss made his way over to her stage, you departed and left the two Multi-Ghouls to themselves.

You kept to yourself for a while, walking closer to the edge of the stage, propping your leg up on one of the small podiums.

Some Fans cheered and reached their hands out for you. You chuckled and only pointed at them and then to yourself, asking if it was you who they wanted. They only cheered louder and you quickly ducked away, as you saw something flying onto stage. You looked at the crowd to point out, who had thrown it. You found a smaller person in the front that waved their hands, signaling that they threw it. You smiled and went to pick it up. You literally gasped, as you saw that it was a drawing of yourself. With all the details correct, like the horns or the patches of your mask.

You spinned around again, pushing your guitar back and doing a little dance as to thank the person. You waved at them and threw your pick as a thank you. They cheered happily, which made your heart warm. You looked at the picture one last time. It was rather small, so you carefully rolled it up and stored it in your jackets pocket.

While you had your little interaction with the crowd, you hadn't noticed Rain and Sodo sneaking up on you. As the song, you were currently playing ended, they caught you off guard from behind, throwing an arm around your shoulder each.

You yelped at the sudden contact and almost pushed them away, but as you realized that it was your fellow Ghouls, you only laughed. Sodo gave you a grin, as he pulled you into his side. Rain only patted your shoulder, as to apologize for the jumpscare.

You goofed around with them for a bit, before it was time for one of your favorite songs: Mummy Dust.

And as the song finally started, you could already feel that it was going to be an interesting performance. It usually felt like, everyone on stage went feral, but this time it somehow felt ten times worst. And you were standing next to Sodo right now, so it could only end bad.

And you would remain correct. Right as you started to play, Sodo leaned towards the crowd, looking at them like they were the best snack of his life. You would be lying, if you said, you didn't find it hot. So, you did what came to your mind.

You slowly walked over to him. As he noticed you, your eyes met and he almost immediately understood what you wanted.

You stopped right next to him and together, you leaned towards the people, reaching out both of your hands to them. Sodo was able to touch someone's hand but you weren't fast enough, as you already pulled back again.

You looked at Sodo again and what he did next honestly surprised you. The hand that directed towards the fans before, reached for you cheek. And even though, you couldn't feel his touch through your helmet, you could feel the heat radiating off of him. You slowly did the same as him, so that you were holding each other's cheeks.

You just stood there for a second, staring at each other, before both of you realized, that you had to continue playing, so you quickly broke apart. But Sodo still bumped his shoulder against yours one more time, before walking off again, probably to interact with some more fans on the other side of the stage. You only smiled to yourself and continued playing.

A few songs later, you were still in the same spot. But you weren't bored, oh definitely not. You didn't know how it happened, but it had somehow become your thing to prop your guitar up on your knee or to play it behind your back once in a while. And you enjoyed showing off your skills. It was something, that you had worked on for so long and now it finally paid off.

You were vibing with the crowd, as you noticed Papa Coming over to you. It was the first time this ritual. You slightly bowed your head to greet him. He did the same, before he took a place next to you and gently laid his head on your shoulder, softly singing his lyrics. You smiled and focused on your guitar again, trying to show off a bit. As Papa noticed, his eyes widened and he jokingly fell to his knees in front of you. You only laughed and reached your hands out to help him up again.

Sodo had seemed to notice your little interaction with Papa, as he stomped over to the two of you rather quickly. As he reached you, he protectively put an arm around your waist and pulled you to his side. You could only chuckle at his, on purpose overplayed jealousy. You knew, that he would never view Papa as a threat, but as always, he had to put on a show for the crowd. And oh, how the crowd loved it. Papa of course only patted Sodo's shoulder, as if he was apologizing before leaving the two of you alone.

You quickly stepped away from Sodo and threw one of your picks at him, for his behavior. You watched how his shoulders slumped and he started to act all pouty. You only stuck our tongue out to the fire Ghoul. He stomped his foot one more time, acting like he was upset by your behavior, but deep down you knew that he really enjoyed it.

You quickly threw your hands up and walked towards him, throwing your arm around his waist and pulling him closer. You gently patted his head. He immediately smiled again and hugged you warmly.

This was one of the moments, were all of your negative thoughts and feelings completely vanished and you just enjoyed the moment. Being here together with your Lover, your friends and of course all of the fans, was the best that could ever happen to you.

You felt that Sodo softly nudged his Nose against your cheek. He wanted to signal to you, that you had to play the next song soon, but this little gesture made the crowd cheer and scream loudly, causing you and Sodo to laugh as you broke apart to finally start playing again.

Unfortunately, it was time to leave for the night. You were walking around the stage, throwing away your picks, as you encountered Cirrus. The Ghoulette was waving at the fans in the front row as she noticed you.

You were about to greet her, but she immediately pulled you into a hug, dancing in a circle with you. You laughed loudly at her antics, grabbing her hand and swirling her around like a Disney princess. As she finally stopped again, she grinned at you before walking off.

You only stood there with your hands at your hips, smiling to yourself.

You gasped audibly, as you felt someone embrace you from behind. You immediately knew that it was Sodo, as he picked up and spinned you around, like he had done it after your first ritual together. The cheers of the crowd exploded. By now, they had probably caught up on the fact that Sodo and you were a thing.

As your feet finally touched the floor again, you took a deep breath in. With all the little accidents that happen on the stage all the time, you thought that this was a dumb idea, but luckily nothing had happened.

Hand in Hand with Sodo, you walked over to the other Ghouls and Papa and together you all bowed. You took one last look at the crowd, before leaving the stage. You spotted the person, who threw the drawing again. You grinned and blew them a kiss, before walking off stage.

This was certainly a ritual to remember.

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ghuleh-recs · 1 month

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It's @chapel-of-rizztual's birthday!! So obviously I had to make us a mixtape of my favorite rizz fics. I was stoked to make this one because it meant I got to reread some of my favorite ghoul smut 😈 If you follow rizz you know what a joy it is to realize you're both on tumblr at the same time. You'll notice your feed slowly being taken over in the best possible way by a wonderful stream of consciousness reblogging spree. I have to add that chapel-of-rizztual is so damn supportive of fellow creatives, as well--sharing anything and everything we make. So let's all treat ourselves to some s tier ghoul smut in rizz's honor and maybe leave a comment or two as a lil' bday treat. ♡

recs under the cut.

In the heat of the moment - phantom x rain x mountain (polyghouls)

“Shit, I’m sorry-I didn’t realise.” He raises his arms as Rain pulls a clean hoodie on him. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.” Rain chuckles lightly, running a hand across Phantoms chest, smoothing out the hoodie. “You’re in heat, darling. I wouldn’t expect anything different.” He blinks up confusedly at Rain trying to take in what he’d just said to him. “I-what? What!?” Or…. Phantom goes into heat onstage but doesn’t realise because it’s his first one topside.

The only exception - aether x dewdrop

Aether smiles sweetly at him, brushing a few stray hairs from his face. “You feel better after that, Honeydrop?” Dew nods, not trusting his voice. His eyes drop down to Aethers lips for a spit second before looking back into his eyes. Aether chuckles lightly. “You want a kiss, darling?” Dew nods again and Aether surges forward to capture Dews lips in his. He gives Dew a few little pecks before pulling back. Dew whines and follows his lips. “More.” He whispered. Aether cradles his cheek and pull him in for another kiss, a proper kiss thins time, not just little pecks. Dew let’s Aether lead the the kiss, letting himself melt completely into it with a contented sigh. Or… After a stressful day Dewdrop finds himself seeking comfort from the one ghoul he trusts the most.

tumblr ficlet - lingerie - cumulus x mountain x swiss x phantom x rain

“I-uh- well, we? We all saw it in the shopping centre the other day. And we all thought- well it’s just- we all thought of you? So…yeah.” Mountain fidgets nervously as he edges his way towards the door. “I’m-uh- going back to my room, the other are also there. You can-Uh-you can join us when you unwrap it.” He seem to snap out his nervousness for a second. “If you want! There’s no pressure! I just..yeah, no pressure.” He gives her an awkward thumbs up and slips out the door without another word. Cumulus would laugh at him if she wasn’t so excited to find out what was making him so nervous. She tears the paper from the box, giggling and rolling her eyes when she recognises the lingerie brand that’s stamped on the box. Typical Boys.

Don't want to close my eyes - mountain & aether (& dew)

Mountain’s insomnia has been flaring up recently, the past few weeks he’d been getting less and less sleep each night, which led to the last couple of nights where he’d been unable to sleep. Tossing turning in his bed, eyes heavy, unable to switch his brain off. He’d given up trying to sleep tonight. His room felt too suffocating, too familiar, the endless tossing and turning had become boring. Or… Mountain hasn’t been sleeping. Aether helps.

With desire flowing through my veins - copia x mountain

After realising no one had seen Mountain for almost a week, Copia, riddled with anxiety and worry, sets out to find the Earth Ghoul. He gets a little more then he bargained for when he does eventually find him.

tumblr ficlet - first time - dewdrop x phantom

Despite what everyone thought, Dew liked the new ghoul. Sure, he wasn’t Aether, but Dew didn’t think that was a bad thing. He liked how easy the new ghoul was. How desperate for attention he was, how he’d do anything with a simple command, no fighting back. Dew liked how much control he had over him, something he never really had before, he liked how he could do anything to the new ghoul and he didn’t even question it, he’s just happy to be getting the attention he desperately wanted.

tumblr ficlet - body worship - copia x dewdrop

It was a joke. A self deprecating one, but a joke non the less. And it had made the congregation at mass laugh, all be it an awkward laugh, but it was a laugh and Copia was taking that as a win. Dew didn’t find it funny. If he’s being honest he didn’t really understand what Copia was trying to get at, he’d always viewed the man as some above godly creature, so to hear him say something so…low about himself made an uneasy feeling swirl in his belly.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

Did I forget your favorite? You've got a standing invitation from me to add your own rec and reblog ♡

#my fic recs #birthday mixtape #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #spicy tag #mountain ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #nameless ghouls fic #fic rec!!

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gloriousfckingpurpose · 8 months

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some of my favorite ghoul moments from tonight (forum n2)

• swiss and cirrus had a little mini argument during guitar duel because she was hyping dew up when he was shredding

• got to see That Swissrora Cirice Moment with my own two eyes and scared the people in front of me screaming AYO?????

• when papa “transformed” his after show jacket into an encore jacket phantom mimed his mind blowing with such fervor i thought he was gonna fall over

• during miasma cumulus twirled aurora and kissed her hand, and aurora got on her knees for her, and i felt god in that chilis

• swiss curled up in the fetal position choking himself with his mic cord during watcher. that is all.

• the ghouls marching during the second verse of twenties 😭😭😭

• this isn’t new to you guys but its baby’s first ritual over here and it hit different seeing it in person versus a video; dew going insane over the year zero fire made me tear up a little. the fire ghoul ever

#i love these silly little guys so fucking much #the band ghost #b.txt

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kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit · 7 months

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Male!Nefara x fem! Reader

Prompt- Nefero and the reader go to the mall to splurge on outfits and makeup

She/her pronouns

Fluff/Established relationships

Nickname for the reader- my jewel or my queen

(F/c)- favorite color

(S/f/c)- second favorite color

Art is not mine found it on pinterest

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It was a scareus Saturday the time was 9:23

Withing the De Nile home where a couple getting ready, it was Nefero and his girlfriend [Name], the two where getting ready by the vanity applying their own makeup.

[Name] was applying her lip combo and Nefero was applying the last but of contour on his high cheekbones "Any ideas for today's shopping spree date jewel?" Nefero picked up his setting spray and sprits it over his face

"Hmmm well I was hoping to get a few things maybe a new book to read tonight and a new makeup pallet but get two so we can match, how about that hon?"turning to her boyfriend and smiled at his struggle to fix his hair, she got up and grabbed his brush and got behind him "*sigh* thank you jewel. And ofcourse we xan have matching pallets it's been a while since the last two"

[Name] went through his long hair gently from the bottom up to his scalp, Nefero let out a low hum of satisfaction feeling his girlfriends soft hands on his scalp "no problem hon~" She then started a small braid from the side front downwards and added some hair jewelry "do you have any specific color pallet in mind?" [Name] ended decorating one braid and started one more on the other side

Nefero looked at her from the vast mirror of the vanity he stared for a minute with a quizzed look "hmmm I think we should get one with green, blue and gold tones with some shimmer in them" he puffed up his chest proudly as if it wasn't the same type he would get for them since it had his signature colors

what can he say? he loved to see her wear them on a makeup look or for clothes...maybe for underwear too

He blushed at the thought 'I should buy her a set' he chuckled lowly, snapping back to reality as [Name] finish decorating the last braid he turned getting up and holding her by the waist pressing his chest onto her's

[Name] was confused for a moment but soon placed her hand on his waist, the two looked at eachother with loving eyes "ready to go now my jewel" Nefero let go of her and grabbed her hand and with the other got their matching bags

They walked out of the house and into the limo with the sphinx bodyguards in tow

At the mall

The two are seen walking hand in hand with the sphinx's on each side of the couple

Ghouls stared in envy of [Name] who walked with confidence,her head held high while turning to Nefero and pointing at the shops, after a few seconds the two decide to head to a popular clothing store

Inside [Name] was fascinated to see the new trends in fashion right before her eyes, it all looked so clawsome!

Nefero turned to [Name] "Meet in 20 minutes and reunite at the dressing room, you'll try out first" the ghoul nodded excitedly and went to the racks,Nefero called from behind "Remember I'm paying!" She snickered ofcourse he would classic Nefero

Time skip 20 minutes

[Name] headed to the back of the store to the dressing rooms, she has 3 dresses, 2 tops for bottoms just 2 skirts, plus 3 pairs of shoes to try out

She meets Nefero and she quickly notices that he has a ton more items of clothing than her, which was to be expected from her splurging money boyfriend, don't get her wrong she would do the same but today felt like a minimal day today

She closed the distance between and kissed his cheek "Hey hon~you ready for these amazing picks I got!!" Nefero cup her face with his hands "Show me what you got my jewel" he encouraged and so the ghoul went straight to the dressing room to change quickly, so excited to show him

The first dress

Walking out [Name] wore a heart shape knee above the knee dress that was (f/c) with ribbons that tied around her neck and a ribbon bow at the back with the strings going down to her knee

Nefero looked in aww at the chair he sat across from the stall, " it looks STUNNING on you my jewel!" He clapped enthusiastically "that color looks so good on you" [Name] smiled wide "thank you babe, I can't wait to wear this dress with those heels I like" she turned around and went to put the other ones

[Name] wore the other dresses that where one (s/f/c) that was tight on her skin showing her curves that made Nefero nose bleed and help up a thumbs up making the ghoul laugh harder than she ever did

The third dress was a floor length dark green dress with a slit up her thigh on her right leg, which she intentionally got for Nefero and he coincidently showed she got a suit with the same shade, that ment the next party her father needed to bring the two sons the couple could match, supper voltageus!

Next she wore the other outfits she planed with the two tops that one was a soft yellow the other a autumn orange and 2 skirts one was pencil skirt brown for the orange top and the other was a frilly white skirt for the light yellow top

On to Nefero

(A.N. I'm a little lazy so I'm not gonna describe his outfits but rest assured that he looked hot in everything)

He had gotten a whole new wardrobe just for him..well that was a little exaggerated but hey you get what I mean

It was an hour after and he was done and he looked good with everything he even had his own shirts that match my own (totally didn't get the sphinx bodyguard that was with you to tell him what you got)

Time skip at the bookstore

[Name] and Nefero spent 2 hours at the beauty store but eventually found all that they needed and two brand new same eyeshadow pallets to match their makeup look which Nefero excitedly told [Name] that everyone will have another reminder who you are with and to not think of you as a ghoul below him oh NO

YOU ESPECIALLY where not below him to him you were a goddess above all else in his eyes

"Hey hon! Look at this cover!" Speaking of the goddesses here she was coming towards him with her radiant smile he looked at her with loving eyes thay was the billion time with the 5 years they've been together

"Let's see" he took it from her, it was a thriller book just like the others in her collection at her room at her parents house "it looks spooktaculas my jewel seems no matter how long we've been together there are two things that don't change about you"

The ghoul looked at him and tilted her head "and those are??" He chuckled and grabbed onto her waist and getting close to her, so close he could smell the sweet vanilla perfume she had put on earlier that made his knees weak by her intoxicating smell, he would have taken her right there but he was a man of class

" your taste in books and you're everlasting beauty inside and out that radiates every day of our life together" he spoke to her in such a sweet tone that it made her fall in love with him once more like the day he confessed

Passing the book the the sphinx next to him He cup her face with one hand and kissed her passionately their lips finding rhythm like the many time before this one and the ones to come

He parted the two where breathless he hummed lowly "your lips taste as of they where the forbidden fruit that lord me in and I let it every single time~~" he wisper into her ear making the girl flustered "thank you, now can we go? I'd like to taste you're forbidden fruit but alone if you get what I mean love" she whispers back

Nefero laughed "why ofcourse~ Let's buy those books and get out of here my queen" he grabbed your hand and kissed it gently making his way up to your collarbone as the two walked

Later on the two had a wonderful time~

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A.N.

Still not that good with smut need to practice but I'm getting good with the intimate kissing and descriptions! I think

I'll make a smut ending later on again need practice haha

Hope you liked this one

Also you can find my oneshot book of these oneshots on my wattpad or quotev at marialikeswritting

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earthry · 8 months

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How to Tempt Your Papas (Headcanons)

How to get your papas home early, inspired by this post (also mentioned in Copia's section).

sfw mostly, a little spicy imagery in some parts, gn!reader

Primo

Primo has such a soft spot for you. All you really have to do is send him some really sappy message telling him that he makes you so happy and you love him very much and he just melts.

He’ll send an equally long message about how he feels the same, how he loves you without requisite and that you make him want to be a better man every day of his life. That’s your hook and line.

For the sinker, send him a selfie of you in one of his sweaters all cozy in bed with a empty space beside you with a text saying ‘I miss you so much, I’m so cold and lonely without you :(‘ no matter how cheesy you think it is, it will capture good ol’ peepaw’s heart.

He’ll go ‘Oh no :( I left my dearest all alone, how could I? Shall I come home early tonight, amore mio?’ And voilà he’s home in less than half a hour. Mission successful.

Secondo

You’d think if you send nudes it’ll rile him up enough to come home and have his wicked wiles with you but no. This man is shameless. He’ll get off right then and there to your picture and send one back of his handiwork with a promise to absolutely ruin you later for trying to tempt him.

The first time you do this you learn that while it is a good motivator, it does not get him home any faster. Kind of backfires because when he sends you a well-framed shot of himself in hand entirely spent and messy, you're the one getting all hot and bothered now.

What really gets him home quickly is your home cooking. Make any authentic dish (especially with his mom’s recipe) and mans will be home in less than 20 minutes because that shit is fire when it’s hot out the oven.

He knows if he waits it’ll either get soggy or cold and he hates re-heating food. If you make his favorite he’ll be back in even less time.

Terzo

Where nudes don’t bring Secondo back, it’ll send Terzo packing for home. He’ll be back so fast you barely have time to put your phone down. He is so enthusiastic and most times it feels like he just can’t get enough of you.

Sure, he could wait until he’s done with his work to go home to you, glance at his phone every so often to motivate himself to finish quicker, but where’s the fun in that? His tesoro’s ready for him and who is he to keep them waiting?

He’ll dump his work onto some poor unsuspecting sibling of sin or ghoul and be out the door in seconds.

While it's very effective, you should be prepared to follow through with this man

Alright. For my ace-spectrum lovelies and those who feel uncomfortable with the idea of sex, I love you and you are so valid. Your method of choice will be Italian Soap Operas.

Every night before bed you'll watch a few episodes of a soap opera together, following along and commenting on outrageous choices or acting and pointing this out to each other.

Tell him if he doesn't come home, you're gonna start it without him. If that doesn't seem to get his butt moving, send another text ten minutes later saying 'do you want spoilers' or 'i did not expect that to pan out this way' or something about the episode coming up and he will respond with keysmashes and be on the way in no time.

Copia

Rat photos. Send him cute photos of his rats and he will cave and want to go home.

He’s a hard worker so sometimes he pulls all nighters and then just stays in the office for the whole next day as well. To lure him back to make sure he’s taking care of himself and getting food and sleep, make pancakes.

Make some for you and him and then tiny pancakes for the rats and take a picture. Tell him they’re waiting on him to eat together! They’re starving! But they really wanna wait for their papa to have breakfast together. Copia is home in minutes.

You can also send vaguely threatening (but not really) texts with a blurry photo of his beloved rats (like this post that I love very much) with a text saying “come home or she/he gets it”. He’s not worried that you’ll actually do anything to his babies, but he’ll still want to come home faster because fuck that’s really cute and funny of you.

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hi hi! i just read on the contrary and wow what a fantastic idea. i’m sure you’re working on part 2, but i’m literally on my knees begging for headcanons of how you think each of the ghouls would go about taking your virginity in that universe.. if given the opportunity.

would rain be shy? would dew catch a whiff and have to take you in a dark corner?

please, i have to know

I had planned to write a sequel to a different take to the story of what would happen if the ghouls had gotten to you first instead of Copia but I could just as easily summarize it with some headcanons so, here you go. Thank you so much for asking Nonny, and I'm glad you like the story. I hope this does well to tide you over for the second part of On The Contrary.

Train Ride (Nameless Ghoul's x Reader)

Summary: You know that one meme of the girl on the couch surrounded by mischievous grinning men. Make that couch a nest and those men the Nameless Ghoul's. That’s you.

Nameless Ghouls x Reader (All of Them) || Orgy || Squirting || Oral Sex || Vaginal Sex || Overstimulation || Aftercare || Virginity Kink || WC: 3565

Aether had said to follow him and that it was urgent and important. He leads you down the crypt and into a room near the back. There, you see the entire squad of ghouls lazing about on beanbag chairs and a couch. In the middle of the room made of pillows and blankets and clothes and a mattress on the ground, is what you can best describe as a nest. And is that? Yes, that's definitely one of your shirts. A favorite actually that had gone missing. But the most alarming thing to catch your attention was that their masks were off.

Aether closes the door behind you and, with some shuffling, removes his own mask. Then he gets right down to brass tax. In fewer words, the conversation is best summarized as…

"We know you're a virgin." There's no question about it. They smell it, and you are divine. A temptation too powerful to ignore and that they can't ignore. It goes against their nature.

"Well, yes." You nervously respond, looking out over the eight demons in the room. Aether knocks his hand into your comfortably with a smile.

"We could help you with that, ya know. If you want." And well, you did want your first time to be memorable.

Cirrus, Cumulus, and Sunshine are the ones leading the charge. Out of all the ghouls, they are the most patient and will be safeguarding you from the horny boys as best as they can to make sure this experience is not only a pleasurable one but a fun one. The men tend to get a little carried away when an innocent is at play and these three mama bears are not shy to drag any of the boys away by their horn or ear if they start to get too rough.

They are the ones to lay out the rules and ask questions. Do you know what a safeword is? Do you know about the color system? Do you want to use condoms? What about the morning after pill? What do you normally do to get off? How? They ask you to show them, and that's how they get you started. They lay you out in the middle of the nest and circle around you. They watch you, all of them, naked and aroused, as you start to slide your fingers into your folds and curl and thrust your digits. How you treat your clit, the motions of your hands. An audience of eight all mouthwatering over you.

That's when our three lovely ghoulette’s slide in around you. Cirrus in front and sealing her mouth over your petals as Sunshine flicks and plays with your clit with one hand and teases your nipples with the other. Cumulus is exploring your mouth and swallowing your moans while running your fingers through your hair and pretty much giving you a head massage to keep you nice and comfortable. For right now this is all about you and getting you prepared for what's to come.

Cirrus eats you out. A gourmet meal fit for a queen, and she's very wet about it. Slurping and sucking, kissing, and licking. Burying her face between your legs with no hesitation and attacking your cunt with savage intent. She's taking her time with it though. A nice and slow opening moment to a very long and wild song. She treats you like fine China as she works her hand and fingers to explore your walls.

You've never had a mouth down there before, and as a first experience, it is mind-blowing. She does not stop you from rolling your hips. Nor does she stop you from clamping your thighs around her head. She growls into your folds when you slip your hand into her hair and pull and momentarily takes away her mouth to tell you.

"Pull harder." You don't deny her, even run your nails in, but then she rewards you with a grunt as her tail curls around one of your legs, and she returns to work, a little faster now. Her long forked tongue licks your walls and the wet velvet like texture has never been felt before and causes your toes to curl and moans happily eaten by Cumulus as she eats your sounds for breakfast encouraging your tongue to dance and tangle with her long forked one.

Sunshine is stroking your body. Your chest, playing with your nipples, tickling down your sides. Her hand reaches down to play with your clit just how you like it, licking her fingers before swashing it over the tender little bud with the experience of someone who's an expert. Tempting you with a single nail for a small pleasant bit of hardness but she is careful. She makes sure to not overwhelm you too much out the gate but you're taking it all very well.

After you come for the first time, that's when Cirrus starts to finger you. And they've obviously been planning this for a while because the nails of her key fingers have been filed short. You're easily slippery and relaxed enough to start with two and she carefully swipes and sweeps and curls inside of you, looking for that tender bundle of nerves and the gasp you reward her with gets everyone to groan.

Circulating between kissing Sunshine and Cumulus is enough of a distraction that Cirrus adds that third finger you are a little uncomfortable with. It's a stretch, a little burn, and easily adjustable. She keeps at it until you come for a second time, and then the show really starts.

As much as they wanted Mountain to be the first as he is the most 'tame' out of the lot, they were worried his size may intimidate you. So, he gave up the honor of being your first and handed the position to Aether. The first one to sniff you out since the beginning. And the one of them that all but demanded to be your first. There had been a fight between him and Dew over this, Dew living up to his name of Alpha but Aether had won with his teeth in Dew’s neck and Dew sufficiently cowed by the sudden strength and determination of his fellow bandmate.

And Aether is a perfect gentleman. Average in size and knows how to use it. He is gentle with you, slicking the head of his bare cock over your fluids and pussy lips before slowly and steadily rocking into you. The ghoulette’s actively reminds you to breathe as his cock head stretches a channel never used before and when fully seated the girls all give you praise and 'good job' and Aether hits you with that…

"Look at you. You took me so well." And hisses when you clench in arousal because that's a thing you didn't expect to spark heat in your gut.

He goes as gently as you need to and his thumb circles your clit to keep you stimulated past the uncomfortable burn that comes with a first time. Each rock of his hips stretches you out and you can practically feel your pulse in your tight muscles, like a second heartbeat. The girls do their best to keep you comfortable, trailing their hands down your body and playing with your breasts but finally when the pain subsides you give them the green go ahead.

“You can go faster.”

And the noises. The wet slapping of his cock combined with Cirrus spit and your cum, the loud slick of his cock as he pumps in and out of you as fast as he can like a man running from death. The squelch of your juices around his dick as you tighten and constrict around his member. The noise is what does you in. What does Aether in is how hot and needy your body is for his seed, clenching tight and squeezing his cock in waves.

He cums abruptly and gives himself a disappointed groan by how quick the round is over. But you’re blissed, leaning back into Cumulus and fuzzy from your head to your toes. Aether leans down and gives you a passionate kiss before coming up to bunker down at your side, leaning against you comfortably and sniffing your hair, purring all the while.

Dew is next, of course. There are still no regrets at this point. You can normally go three rounds with yourself with the right angle and determination, but this is the point when you realize you are going to be tired and sore tomorrow. Fascinated and a bit possessive with Aether’s cum sliding out of you, Dew leans down to clean you up, his long tongue wiping you down with every drag and you can feel the bumps of his taste buds as he laps at your folds like an ice cream cone.

Then he slides into you with a low groan and sets a very nice even pace, less thrusting and more rolling of his hips. He angles, so you're on your side with one leg up. It’s nice, and then he strikes your g-spot and has you gasping and clinging to Aether who purrs and nuzzles you into his neck. Tail sliding down to molest your clit and Dew bares his teeth having his turn taken but Aether ignores him and strokes you through it. Dew finishes with a roar and your fourth orgasm hits you like a freight train with Aether’s sure strokes to your clit.

This is the point in which you take a break. The team lets you catch your breath, gives you bottles of water, and helps to clean you up a little. You asked how you're doing. If they are doing okay? Is there something you want done? You make mention that you're a little disappointed that the ghoulette’s didn’t get anything from their turn with you and are given a grin.

Next round is made up of Cumulus asking if you’d like to eat her out and Cirrus showing you what scissoring is. The taste of Cumulus is salty but not bad, a good first experience with a ghoulette who loves running her fingers through your hair and scratching your scalp softly with her more than dangerous claws. Her nails feel nice in your hair as you curiously taste her and fuck her with your tongue, sucking on her bud and flicking it gently. It’s a nice and smooth ride and she’s already pent up from watching so it doesn’t take long for her to come and you’re again washed with praise.

Cirrus helps you roll your hips and comes apart on you with a rough growl and shudder, baring her teeth as she locks up on top of you and you likewise locking up below her. The ghoulette is all but shoved off by Sunshine as the newest of the band reveals to you a long purple silicon cock with double ends and a raised and excited brow.

Your fifth comes quick and fast after your fourth, linked together in quick succession and you really didn’t think you had it in you, but Sunshine sets a fast pace and the dildo has been ribbed with little bumps to cause a wonderful kind of friction to your gooey walls. There is a wet squelch and a very embarrassing amount of wetness when you come, and mortification overwhelms you when you realize what you have done. But the band are looking at you with absolute joy and glee in their faces.

“I got you to squirt!” Sunshine beams, puffing out her chest proudly and showing off. “Holy shit! Take that, you guys! I got the virgin to squirt!”

Rain cleans you up with his tongue. Seeking out every bit of moisture from between your thighs and sucking it greedily into his mouth, lapping at you like a dog. When he feels you're sufficiently cleaned up, he lines up his dick and starts to press.

But Rain is long, long enough that with each thrust there’s a small bit of pain as he reaches the deepest part of you. It’s uncomfortable. You tell them that and the fuck ends. Rain apologizes for the pain but you still want to keep going. So Sunshine asks if you’d like to try your hand at sucking cock.

That’s a yes. So you’re resituated in the nest to be sitting up, back supported given your first chance to get up close and personal with a real dick. He lets you explore, take your time, even though his thighs and lower stomach twitch as you grace his shaft with your fingers. It’s hot, his skin as soft as silk, and still coated in your juices. Finally, you take his cock in your mouth, tasting your own flavor and the saltiness of his precome. Your jaw quickly starts to ache, not used to being open for so long and while you can’t fit all of him in your mouth, you're told to take your time and only as much as you want. You’re not gonna deep throat him your first try, likely not your first time either. That takes practice so don’t feel bad about it and don’t try to choke yourself.

“But if you really wanna, you're welcome to practice with me as much as you want after this.”

Aether gives a possessive growl and has his tail pulled vengefully by Dew in an effort to cut it out, but it only makes him more agitated. The girl’s have to pull the two apart when they start swinging for each other’s dicks.

While sucking on Rain, you're not shy to grab the rest of his length and stroke. You explore his shaft and fondling his balls, which gets a very nice sound out of the ghoul. So you move your mouth to his suck on one of his testicles. Rain is quick to rip your mouth away and slip his finger against your bottom lip to keep you mouth open before stroking his cock and abruptly coming on your tongue. Actually cum is interesting, a lot stronger, and very bitter. It doesn’t make you gag but it does cause your face to scrunch at the taste.

Cumulus slaps Rain over the head for not asking first but they’re both stunned when you swallow his cum and reopen your mouth to show them just how much of a good girl you are and Aether is quick to try and chase down that taste with his own tongue and have another opportunity to kiss you again.

“Look at you.” He says in between sucking your lips and your tongue. “You’re turning into a little slut. Such a good girl. Such a good little slut for us.”

Swiss apologetically kisses you between your legs in an effort to do away with some of the soreness from Rain and get you ready for himself and then Mountain. He asks if he can try a different position, which, of course, he can. And you're seated in his lap, facing away from him and given a nice show of Cumulus sitting on Dew’s face.

Swiss directs you to lean back which you do and hefts you up by your ass, your legs falling open to give everyone a nice view as his cock slides into you and he starts a very fast pace, jack-knifing into you frantically and reaching deep, gliding along your inner walls easily given how wet and lose you are at this point. The noises are getting to you again, not just your own hoarse moans but that of Cumulus as Dew treats her right. And your eyes fill with tears at just how damn good it is.

In this position it’s easy for Aether to molest and suck on your tits, pulling at your nipples and rolling them with his fingers until they pebble. Sucking mark and mark on one side of your neck as Swiss attacks the other. Aether’s fingers go down to assault your very much swollen and very much sensitive clit and stroke your puffy folds around Swiss’s cock and it’s an interesting feeling. It tickles and god you feel so hot down there, so tender and the oversensitivity brings even more tears to your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for you to come again and you do so with a scream and yelp as Aether nips your tit before burying his face between your breasts and sighing, blissfully content in the comfort of your shaking body.

The room smells of sex and a weird kind of spice. It’s break time again before the finale, more water, more praise. Aether is rubbing against you like a cat and asks if he can have you again after Mountain and you’re not sure you have it in you. Your body is heavy, and your eyes are starting to sag. But when you turn him down, he acts so respectable about it that you can’t help but want to give him another go.

After all, Aether has been the prominent one. He’s not been shy to approach like the other ghouls. He’s helped you get around the Abbey when you first joined, answered your questions, and gave you confidence at the sermons and parties to go out of your comfort zone. So you tell him yes, and the ghoul lights up with a fanged smile and glittering eyes.

Mountain is ready, and you can understand why he was saved for last. He is very proportionate, very thick and veiny. You practically gulp at how much of a challenge it seems to have to take him but he assured you that with everything you just went though, he’s going to slide in like a key fitting into a lock. You're lifted up with his impressive strength and laid on his lap. You're in control of this because, as mentioned before, he’s big, and the best way to make sure you don’t hurt yourself is if you yourself are in charge.

You line up and sink down, and there’s a little pinch, but he’s right. It’s like a glove. The big ghoul gives a low groan at how carefully slow you take him but paws at your hips to help you lift up and down on his cock. He’s got the strength to practically use you as a doll if he wanted and he more than happily guides you into a nice and languid pace before he gets close enough to want to chase his own release and roughly starts taking more control. He gets a smack on his ear from Sunshine and gives a frustrated whimper when he tones it back down but you're more than happy to make up for him as you yourself start to speed things up.

Your thighs are burning by the time it’s over and with his pelvis making such good friction against your clit has you rolling over the edge for the eighth time that night.

At this point, you're little more than a ragdoll. Your limbs are heavy, and your breathing is labored, but you’re determined to make it nine and give Aether what you think he deserves and beckon him forward. He gives you a series of sweet kisses to your face and becomes a nice cool down for everything that has just happened.

Aether is ‘first’ and he is last. But this is a slow fuck. Long thrusts of him pulling almost entirely out and all the way back in. There’s plenty of clit stimulation, even though at this point it nearly hurts to have it touched. But when you reach down to grab his hand to hold instead he understands and leaves well enough alone, instead linking your fingers together as he gently grinds into you. It’s a very passionate fuck, very smooth and very bump and grind more that thrust. It ends with him curled over you giving you sweet kisses as you hold him to your body in a soft hug.

It’s a long night. The ghouls are more than sated, and you have been corrupted nine times over. They tend to you like a queen. They clean you up with a warm rag and keep you hydrated. They offer you sweets and cuddle you. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, likely passed out, but wake to vibrating bodies and the sweet sound of content purring in your ears.

Just like you had suspected, you were sore and groggy, but just like you had wanted, it was the most memorable night of your life.

...

So far.

…

Meanwhile, Copia wonders where just where you are and why you haven’t answered his summons. He considers Aether, and his eyes widen under the realization of what might have happened. But there's no reason for him to stand and send out a search party. He’s very confident his ghouls are taking good care of you.

For some reason though, there’s a bitter ache in his heart at the thought.

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