#nameless ghoul fan fiction

[iamthecomet]

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Dew teaching Rain how sensitive his gills are in the best way 👉👈

"I want to try something." Dew's fingers dip over the gills on Rain's side. Gentle, but enough to spread goosebumps across Rain's skin. Given their current position, Rain can't really think of anything else to try. Dew rolls his hips, grinds Rain a little deeper into the hot clutch of his body and Rain's having a hard time thinking about what else he could possibly need right now. There isn't much that could add to the sensation of Dew's tight body clenching around him with each purposeful grind.

Rain flexes his hands on Dew's bony hips, digs his thumbs in against his hip bones and rocks him. Tipping his head back against the bed. "Can I?" Dew asks. Rain can't help but think he's too composed. That he should be panting, and sweating and whining the way Rain wants to. Rain rocks him a little harder and Dew gasps. He digs his fingers in right above the gills that follow Rain's ribs.

Rain just closes his eyes against the building pressure in his groin and nods. Then, without warning, Dew's fingers are back on his gills, on both sides. Dragging over the vulnerable flesh with purpose. Rain jolts as he feels them shift beneath Dew's probing fingers, flexing, opening. as Dew pets them. They're delicate, fragile, but Dew's wandering fingers feel-- "Oh fuck."

"Feels good, right?" Dew breathes as he dips his fingers into those gills just a little, just the tips. Rain whines. It's indescribable. There's a soft burn easily eclipsed by how good it feels to be touched there. It feels like every nerve-ending in them is connected directly to his cock. It's like his horns or his tail--other places he'd never expect to feel so good. But this? Rain arches up against Dew, and gives up trying to move him. He can't think to control his actions. He has to just lay back and let Dew take control. Dew rolls his hips. It's a slow grind. It shouldn't be enough to get either of them off. But Rain feels dangerously close. Like he's hovering near the edge not quite able to get there.

He flexes his fingers on Dew's hips and squeezes.

"How--Satanas--how did you know?" "Used to have gills too, remember?" Rain couldn't forget if he tired--not with the silvery scars on the sides of Dew's neck and over his ribs as evidence. The ones slanting down over the V in his hips has always made Rain's mouth water. He rarely resists the urge to drag his tongue over them, just to hear the way Dew hisses when he does. "First time, anyone did this to me it was an accident," Dew continues. There's very little strain in his voice. He rocks his hips in a rhythm that feels like an afterthought, but Rain can't be bothered to care. More stimulation will just end this too soon--he doesn't want that. He wants this--whatever it is--to never stop. "Ifrit choked me and my gills opened up because, you know, air, and his fingers just..." Dew doesn't finish his sentence, but he illustrates, slipping his fingers a little further into Rain's gills. Rain gasps, arches. It feels like electricity slipping through his veins. It feels like the world beneath him has disappeared and it's only him, and Dew clenched tight around him, and this feeling--warm and prickly, and impossible. "Came so hard I blacked out," Dew finishes. Dew pulls his fingers back and Rain whines. It's the first noise he's made that he's aware of. This desperate little sound breaking through his teeth, a plea. "Don't worry, Raincloud. I've got you." Dew laughs softly at him. He raises up on Rain's cock and starts to really ride him. He braces his hands on Rain's ribs, letting his fingers dip into his gills as he sets a pace that makes Rain want to scream. He digs his teeth into his cheek until he tastes blood, arching up against Dew's body, trying to meet him thrust for thrust, but stuttering, failing, whenever Dew's fingers dip deeper into his gills, stroking along over sensitive walls.

"Knew you'd like it." Rain doesn't like it, he loves it. Feels like he's been cheated out of this experience for too long. He still can't wrap his head around how it feels. Only that it feels like his body is being taken apart and put back together. Like Dew is carving a space inside of him, even though he's the one with his dick in Dew's ass. "Dew--fuck--you're gonna make me--I'm--"

Dew digs his fingers in cruelly, and Rain keens with it. The edges of his vision go dark as he cums. Dew grinds down on him, forcing Rain as deep as he can go as he spills inside of Dew's over warm body. Dew pulls his fingers away from Rain's gills, oversensitive and sore now. Rain drags one of his hands up to tweak at Dew's nipple. The other circles around the base of Dew's cock, still hard, dripping pre onto Rain's stomach. "Didn't black out," Rain says, teasing as he gives Dew a firm stroke that has him groaning and clenching around Rain's oversensitive cock. Rain doesn't bother telling him how close he really was. He thinks Dew probably knows. Dew's grin only stumbles a little when Rain thumbs over the ruddy head of his cock. "Next time you will."

Rain doesn't doubt it.

[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

Flowers (Phantom x GN! Reader) FLUFF

WARNINGS: Recreational smoking 🌿, doesn't go into detail, all fluff, Primo being a dad, Phantom being sweet, cute, and nice. Just a good old innocent mutual crush. Not proofread, sorry if there's any mistakes with keeping it GN, please feel free to let me know if I missed anything so I can correct it!

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"Good morning Papa." You greet Primo with a smile, carefully setting down the cup of tea you had brought him on his work bench.

"Good morning il mio Bambino." He responds softly, completely engrossed in his task of pruning one of his many bonsai trees. "When you get a moment my dear would you be able to do me a small favor?" You breathed out an amused sigh. You had been Primo's assistant for a while, enjoying the slow pace of working with the eldest Emeritus brother.

"Papa, you don't need to ask." You giggle, bringing a smile to the older man's face. "Anything you need I'll take care of, don't worry."

"You truly are too good to me." He shoots you a wink causing you to playfully roll your eyes. "There's some produce that needs harvesting in the greenhouse. I was hoping I could have your assistance collecting it all."

"Of course. Let me just make sure I don't have any paperwork to file first." You give his shoulder a gentle squeeze as you pass, leaving him to finish his pruning. You fell into the chair at your desk with a sigh, flipping your letter opener around in your hand to sort through the daily mail. You paused as something caught your eye. A single sunflower sat at the edge of your desk. You picked it up curiously, a smile finding its way to your lips as you spun the stem between your fingers. "Thank you for the flower Papa!" You call into his office. You hear the scraping of his chair against the wooden floor, Primo emerging in the doorway moments later.

You glance over your shoulder as you hear him chuckle. "That flower isn't from me, my dear." He raised an eyebrow at you. "Perhaps you've caught the attention of someone special, hm?" You couldn't stop the blush from spreading across your cheeks as you giggled.

"I doubt that," you state with a wistful tone as you continue to admire the flower in your hand, "I'm pretty plain compared to a lot of the other Siblings. This was probably supposed to be a gift for you if anything."

"I'd like you to keep it regardless." He gently pats the top of your head. "And you are not plain. You have a smile that could light up any room, a laugh so melodic it would rival Cirrus' piano. You're a kind, beautiful soul inside and out. Not to mention your Papa's favorite." He teases with a wink.

"Thank you Papa." He holds out his arm for you to take.

"Come il mio bambino, we have a lot of work to do." You slide your hand into the crook of his elbow, allowing him to prattle on about whatever came to his mind as you made your way to the greenhouse together. No matter the task, working with Primo always managed to put a smile on your face. Over your time as his assistant you had grown quite close to him, Primo had become somewhat of a father figure in your life. The two of you would sit and chat about everything while you worked; filling each other in on the gossip you heard around the Abbey, Primo telling you stories of when he was in his prime, both of you unwinding with a nice cup of tea at the end of the day in his cozy office. Today was no different. You were both droning on about how, somehow, Sister Imperator had been even more stern than usual lately.

"Maybe you should offer her a joint, it might help her stop being so uptight all the time." Primo chuckles at your statement.

"You might be right, I heard she used to be quite the stoner in her day." You both paused at the sound of the greenhouse door slowly creaking open. Primo began to stand, you motioned for him not to trouble himself.

"I'll go see who it is Papa, it's probably just one of the Siblings from the kitchen." You rise with a groan, meticulously pulling off your work gloves before stuffing them into your pocket. As you approached the entrance you were met with the sight of a Ghoul curiously looking over the plants. He froze the moment he picked up on your presence, like a child getting caught doing something they weren't supposed to be. His shoulders relaxed as he realized it was you who emerged from the greenery and not the eldest Emeritus. "Phantom?"

"Hey." He returns your greeting with a sharp smile, fangs glinting in the bright afternoon sun that glimmered through the glass roof. "I was sent to ask Primo about some of his tea." He nervously shifts his weight between his feet.

"Oh, he's right back here actually." You motioned for him to follow you. Phantom takes a couple long strides, allowing himself to walk by your side. "You help in the greenhouse too?" He asks genuinely. You nod, giving him a small smile.

"I work pretty much wherever Primo needs me." You chuckle softly. "If I'm being honest I'd rather be out here than at my desk, it gets awfully stuffy in there sometimes." You whisper to him, as if it was a secret just for the two of you. You found Primo still diligently harvesting the produce you had left him with. "Papa, Phantom needs to ask you about some tea."

"Papa," Phantom bows his head slightly in a polite greeting, "Copia sent me. He's having, uh… that problem again. He said you'd know what I meant." His eyes widened slightly as he waited for Primo to remember what particular ailment he was referring to.

"Right," Primo claps his hands together. "I'll go grab the senna." Once Primo is out of view Phantom's attention immediately shifts back to you.

"What are you two harvesting?" You smile at his curiosity, aside from Primo and the other Siblings that helped in the gardens no one ever seemed interested about the work you did in here.

"Berries mostly." He trails closely behind you as you return to the plant you had been previously seated in front of. "The raspberries came out wonderful this year, I don't think we've ever had this big of a crop." Phantom kneels next to you in the dirt, eyes darting between your hands as they worked and your face.

"Can I ask a silly question?" He inquires sheepishly.

"There are no silly questions." You give him a reassuring smile, gently bumping your shoulder against his.

"What do raspberries taste like?" You paused. You had gotten so used to seeing Phantom dart around the Abbey that you had forgotten he had only been summoned a little while ago. Something as simple and well enjoyed by you he had never experienced before.

"Would you like to try one?" He nods eagerly. You search through the bush, looking for the best looking berry you could find. You carefully held it between your fingers as you offered it to him. "Now, I'm going to warn you, they have seeds and they're kind of fuzzy." He squints at the fruit, bright violet eyes analyzing it closely. He takes the berry between his teeth, taking extra care to make sure his fangs didn't accidentally graze your fingers. He chewed it slowly, eyes never leaving your face.

"It's good… sweet." He smiles proudly at his small triumph. His gaze travels to the top of your head. "You, uh, have a leaf." He points to your hair. You attempt to brush it away on your own but you could tell by the expression he was giving you that it was still there. He cautiously reaches towards you, untangling it from your strands before discarding it on the ground. His eyes scan over your features, a smile coming to his lips as he brushes the disturbed hair back into place. "Beautiful." You let out a flustered giggle. You both jump as Primo speaks up.

"This should take care of Copia's problem." He holds out a jar of herbs to Phantom. Seeing both of your bashful states he pauses. "I'm not interrupting anything am I?" He gives you a smug grin.

"No Papa, we were just talking." You nervously fidgeted with your fingers as you spoke.

"Thank you for the tea Papa. (Y/N), hopefully I'll see you soon." He flashes you another dazzling smile before making his leave. You couldn't stop your eyes from trailing after him as he left, turning back to Primo once he fully stepped out of sight. You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the shit eating grin he wore 

"Don't look at me like that." You tried to hide your flustered state.

"I see we fancy ourselves a Quintessence Ghoul, do we?" He returns to the plant at your side with a laugh.

"We were just talking Papa." You reiterate again to try and get your point across.

"Just talking wouldn't cause the two of you to jump like that my dear. I've witnessed my fair share of crushes in my day, it's nothing to be ashamed of." He addresses the matter casually.

"Papa!" You exclaim through a giggle. 

"Fine, fine." He accepts defeat, holding up his hands in surrender. "But, when you do finally come to terms with the fact you're attracted to him, I'll be here to talk." He smiles patiently.

You laugh and shake your head, "I don't have a crush on Phantom, it's just…" you trailed off for a moment. You couldn't exactly put into words how you felt. You had always been pretty close with all of the Ghouls, so when the newest members were summoned you were one of the first to be introduced. When you had first met Phantom he was timid, still feeling somewhat awkward in his more humanoid form.

"Walk me through what you're thinking tesoro, maybe I can help you sort things out." You both kept busy as you talked, knowing if you actually allowed yourself to focus on the words spilling from your lips you would end up overthinking.

"He's very easy for me to talk to. It took me a while to form the friendships that I have, but with him it almost felt effortless. The first night I met him there was something about him that was just so… captivating. He was unlike any person or Ghoul I had ever met." You explain.

"You two definitely seemed to hit it off pretty quickly. Up until he met you I don't think I had ever really seen Phantom interact with any of the Siblings, he mostly kept to himself. Perhaps there are a few members of his pack he's close to, but compared to the rest of Copia's Ghouls he seems a bit reserved." Primo remarks.

"That's the thing Papa… he's not." You thought back to one of the times it had just been the two of you. "Phantom is loud, boisterous, confident." His infectious laugh echoed through your memories, bringing a smile to his face. It wasn't uncommon for Phantom to coincidentally stumble across you smoking alone in the garden, enjoying the twinkling starlight as the pungent smell of herb filled the air. Being with him only added to the dizzying head rush you had. Gazing into his eyes felt like you were running through a field of lavender, his fingers bumping against yours making your pulse thrum in your ears, entirely consumed by the image of him mere inches away from you. The two of you in your own world together as you resisted the urge to lean into him. You were snapped from your day dream as a thorn pricked your finger, you winced slightly, letting out an exasperated sigh as reality set in once more. "Him and I just get along really well, that's all." Primo just smiled knowingly. He had seen that far off look in your eyes many times before; pining Siblings stumbling into his confessional to pour their heart and soul out to him over a friend who they swore would never be anything more than just that. You didn't say much for the rest of the afternoon, the memory of Phantom playing repeatedly in your mind as you tried to convince yourself none of that mattered.

"I'll see you in the morning." Primo waves over his shoulder as the two of you part ways in the halls. You headed back to his office, having a few things to check on before fully retiring for the evening. You look behind you as you hear another set of footsteps join your own in the empty corridor. You were a bit surprised to see none other than the Ghoul occupying your every thought round the corner. You smile at the sight of him, pausing to let him catch up.

"Copia wanted me to bring Primo a thank you note for the tea." You found yourself shoving your hands deep in your pockets, the slight brush of his hand against yours sending a jolt through your body, causing you to have an urge you didn't dare give into.

"Primo decided to turn in a little early tonight…" you trail off, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. "But, I am heading down to his office now. I wouldn't mind the company if you'd like to walk with me."

"I would love to." He smiles down at you. You blush, quickly darting your eyes down to your feet so hopefully he wouldn't catch your flustered expression. "You seem nervous." You remarked how that was a statement, not a question. You flashed him your most convincing smile, trying to shove your anxiety away so he wouldn't worry.

"It's just been a long day. I'm not really feeling fully… myself, I guess." You found yourself wanting to be honest with him the more you spoke. There was something about being with him that made you feel so undeniably safe that you couldn't lie about how you were feeling. The question flashed through your mind about whether or not Quintessence Ghouls possessed some type of mind control power to make you tell the truth. You noticed him glance over at you out of the corner of your eye. "I promise it's nothing to worry about." You slid into your chair as you arrived at Primo's office, Phantom perching himself on the edge of the desk at your side.

"Have you eaten?" He suddenly chimes. Your stomach decided to answer before you had a chance to, giving off a low angry growl over your hunger. "I'll take that as a no." Phantom chuckles. You return his laugh as you open some of the new letters that had appeared on your desk. You groaned as you recognized Sister Imperator's neat script.

"What now?" Phantom's brow furrowed at your distress. "Great, another meeting with Nihil, Papa's going to be thrilled." You drop your head into your desk with a groan. You felt Phantom's warm head slide across your back, rubbing soothing circles in between your shoulder blades. You reluctantly picked up the receiver of the old rotary phone, dialing the number for Primo's quarters as you propped your chin up in your hand. "Hi Papa." He sighed at the tone you greeted him with, already knowing what was in store for him. "We have a meeting with your Father." You held the receiver away from your ear as a loud string of Italian curses exploded out of it. "I'll be there in ten minutes." You inform him before hanging up. "I'm sorry to run off-"

"It's alright." He cuts you off, grimacing slightly as he realized he had done so. "Are you going to be in the garden tonight?"

You nodded slowly, "probably. I'm sure I'm going to need to unwind after this." You stand with a groan. You collect your belongings, smiling at Phantom as you turn to leave. In a moment of boldness, more than likely brought in by the aggravation of having to deal with Sister, you paused. "These meetings usually take about two hours. I'd really like to see you tonight if you have time."

"I'll be there." He responds eagerly. You try your best to hide your excited smile as you hurry off to meet Primo. The second you entered his quarters he noticed your change in attitude.

"Well, what do we have here? You seem awfully happy my dear." You met Primo's gaze in his reflection. His papal paint half done, still dressed in his gardening clothes. "Might I venture a guess this has something to do with a certain Ghoul?" You knew there was no lying to him in your current state.

"I may or may not be seeing Phantom after our meeting tonight." You spit out your statement hurriedly, knowing he was going to make a big deal about it.

"Hm," he hums, grinning at you, "sounds like a nice little date to unwind after a stressful day, no?" You haphazardly comb your fingers through your hair, trying your best to appear somewhat decent.

"It's not a date Papa, just two friends meeting up." He chuckles at your response.

"Tell me tomorrow if your feelings on that subject have changed." You breathe out a laugh, shaking your head in disbelief for how sure he was of himself. You helped him shrug into his Papal robes before heading to the never ending meeting. Every second felt like an hour, your eyes practically glued to the clock as you waited for the meeting to come to a close. 

"You are dismissed." The second Nihil groaned out the words you bolted for the door, not missing Primo's amused expression on your way out. You headed straight for the garden, expertly winding your way to the spot where you and Phantom always managed to run into each other. A smile instantly spread across your features at the sight of him. He had set out a blanket in the pathway, a small spread of various foods set out for the two of you.

"What's all this?" You ask with a soft laugh as you approach him.

His eyes darted to the ground nervously, you noticed him swaying on his heels slightly as he spoke. "Well, I know you haven't eaten so I wanted to bring you some food. I didn't know what you liked so I asked Mountain and well…" He trails off, motioning to the spontaneous picnic. "I was thinking maybe you and I could have some dinner together?" 

"I would love to have dinner with you, Phantom." He beams at your response, excitement immediately overtaking his nerves as he motions for you to sit. You sat and talked with Phantom for hours, your body and mind feeling lighter the longer you spent with him. As time passed the two of you eventually cleared off the blanket, opting to lay side by side to gaze up at the stars, a lit joint passed between the two of you. You watched the smoke curl high into the air, the warmth of Phantom's body seeking into your shoulder.

"I really like spending time with you." He speaks up suddenly. You blush at his statement, feeling his fingers ghost over yours both of your hands intertwined carefully. You didn't need to respond, he knew you felt the same way. The two of you took turns pointing out different constellations you recognized until, eventually, you decided you should probably get back to your dorm. Phantom's fingers remained intertwined with yours as he stood, hoisting you from the ground after him. You stumble slightly, falling into his chest. You felt the quick, steady rhythm of his heartbeat under his palm. His free hand lands on your waist to steady you. Your eyes snapped up to his, they glowed a beautiful violet in the moonlight.

"Sorry." You giggle nervously. He chuckles, giving your waist a gentle squeeze.

"No need to apologize, are you alright?" You nod, both of you blushing and mumbling out an apology as you realized you were still holding onto each other, taking a moment to separate. The two of you walked in a comfortable silence through the halls until you reached your dorm. You stood across from each other in front of your door, nervously swaying in your heels. "That was fun, maybe we can do that again sometime."

"I'd like that." Both of you searched for something, anything at all to say, to stay with each other just a few moments longer. But nothing came to mind. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He smiles at you, beginning to turn away. You reach out, catching his wrist in your hand. He looks back at you, a hopeful expression in his eyes. You stand on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

"Goodnight, Phantom." You take one final glance at him before you slip into your room. You fell into your bed with a sigh, dragging your hands down your face. "He's so handsome." You groan to your empty room. You let your arms fall out to the side, staring blankly up at your system as you remembered Primo's words from earlier. "I've witnessed my fair share of crushes in my day, it's nothing to be ashamed of my dear." You grimaced, that old man really could read you like an open book. You got ready for bed, dreading talking Primo tomorrow that he was right. But you needed advice. You had never taken the whole romance thing into consideration. Sure, you had dated a few people in the past, but none of those relationships really went past the honeymoon phase or initial hookup. You could already tell that if by some miracle Phantom did reciprocate your feelings this wouldn't be a simple fling. You woke with a start, getting into your overalls as you prepared for a long day weeding the flowerbeds. As you entered the garden you found Primo already waiting for me, a cup of tea waiting for you on the bench next to him.

"Good morning il mio bambino." He greets you with a smile. "These were left on your desk this morning." He picked up three white roses, all tied together with a purple ribbon.

"Was there any note?" He shook his head. You held the flowers to your nose, inhaling their sweet scent with a smile. "I'm going to put these in some water." You quickly run to the greenhouse, placing the blooms in a vase so you could take them home later before returning to Primo. You picked up the tea cup he had set out for you, sitting by his side and enjoying the stillness of the early morning air.

"So, how did last night go?" He prods.

You sigh, "it was perfect, I don't know what else to say about it." You chuckle.

"Are you still trying to keep up the façade that you're just friends?" He asks before taking a long sip of his tea.

"As much as I would like to, I don't think I can." You admit with a bashful laugh. "I've definitely got a bit of a crush on him." You spent a good portion of your morning catching Primo up on the events of the night prior.

He looks at you with an amused smile, "dare I say I think he might be feeling the same towards you my dear." He grins.

"I hope so, I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to hide this from him." Primo collects your cup from you as you finish your drink.

"Well you'll have plenty of time to think things over tesoro. Enjoy the flirting, romance is supposed to be fun, you should be basking in the glow of young love." You blush, shaking your head as you playfully roll your eyes. 

"I'm going to get started out here, I'll come check on you in a couple hours." He pays your head before heading to his office.

"Don't work too hard." He calls over his shoulder as he disappears from the garden, allowing you to get to work.

"Well what do we have here." You jump slightly as Mountain bounds up beside you, a basket of vegetables perched on his hip. 

"Hey Mount." Your hand claps into his as he helps you out of the dirt.

"Primo's got you on weeding duty today?" He asks, a bit confused. Weeding was usually a job saved for new Siblings, Primo believing in a hierarchy of sorts until they got settled in.

"I needed a task that would let me reflect on my feelings." You preach back to him in your best Papa impression. "He's had some suspicions that are proving to be correct."

"Everything alright?" He motions for you to walk with him.

"Yeah." You trail off for a moment. "If I tell you something, can you promise it'll stay between us?"

"Of course, you know you can always talk to me." He nudges you.

"So, there's been someone leaving flowers on my desk the past couple days. Which is super sweet, but I need to find out who it is. Recently I've… come to terms with the fact I have feelings for someone." You chose your words carefully, hesitant to give away who the object of your affection was despite the fact you knew you would end up telling him regardless. "Then on top of that I don't want to say anything to this other person because they might not feel the same."

"First off, I wouldn't worry about confessing your feelings. You're amazing, whoever it is would be so lucky to have earned your affection. Regardless of the answer I'm sure everything will work out for the best. And if you want to know who's getting you flowers, maybe hideout in the greenhouse, they're bound to show up sooner or later." You nodded, that wasn't a terrible plan. "Now, the real question is, who's your secret crush?" He asks in a teasing tone.

"Promise you won't say anything?" You felt ridiculous, you felt like you were in high school all over again. You were a grown adult acting like a teenage girl. Yet you couldn't help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the mere thought of him.

"You have my word." Mountain promises.

"It's Phantom." He pauses, looking down at you with the biggest smile. "What?"

"You have to tell him, the two of you would be such a great couple!" You attempt to stutter out a response, Mountain's bluntness getting you completely fluttered. "Seriously though, I think it would be worth a shot telling him. You never know, maybe he could've been your secret admirer the whole time." He chuckles before the two of you parted ways. You headed to Primo's office, already having gotten a good deal of weeding done today. You pushed through his office door with a groan.

"Good afternoon my dear." He greets you jovially despite not looking up from his paperwork. A pair of thin, wire framed reading glasses sat perched on the end of his nose.

"Afternoon Papa, do you need me to take care of anything?" You refill his glass of water in his desk.

"Actually there is, I have a stack of hymns that need to be returned to the music hall. It took me a while to decide which ones I wanted for mass this week." He chortles. You accepted the stack from him with a smile. "When you return we'll have so tea, I believe you're due for a break."

"Of course Papa, I'll be right back." You read through the stack of sheet music as you walk through the halls, humming the melodies presented before you. You kicked open the door to the music hall with your foot. Your ears were instantly met with an all too familiar tune. You glanced up to find Phantom perched at the edge of the stage, his usual black guitar resting comfortably over his thigh as he rehearsed by himself. You sit yourself in one of the chairs in the room, watching as his fingers effortlessly moved across the fret board. He jumped slightly when he noticed you were there.

"Now how did I end up with such a pretty audience." He flashes his fangs at you as a wide grin spreads across his features.

"No matter how many times I see you play you always amaze me. You're so talented." You compliment him, earning a bashful chuckle that made your heart flutter in your chest.

"Thank you." He stands, slowly striding over to you. "Now what brings you all the way down here." You held up the stack of papers.

"Primo needs these returned." Phantom takes the stack from you, knowing howuch of a pain organizing hymns tended to be.

"Want some help? I'm pretty familiar with how Cumulus has it set up in here." He offers.

"That would be great, I'd be here all night doing this by myself." You joke. Phantom clicks on the radio, some oldies station buzzing to life. He slings an arm over your shoulder, guiding you to the filing cabinet where the hymns were stored. Phantom seemed much more relaxed than normal today. He was consistently making jokes, the two of you idly chatting as you sorted everything away. "I love this song!" You exclaim, turning up the volume of the radio. You swayed around the room, humming along with the tune. Phantom chuckles at your excitement. He sets his remaining sheet music down, stepping closer to you so he could pull you towards him. You laugh, letting your fingers intertwine with his as the other slides over his shoulder. The two of you swayed along with the rhythm, Phantom giving your waist a gentle squeeze as he smiles down at you. He spun you around, causing you to giggle. "I didn't know you could dance."

"I wanted to learn to impress someone I like." He winks at you, both of you letting out bashful laughter.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I need you for band practice." Sodo leans against the doorframe, eyes darting between the two of you. Phantom reluctantly released his hold on you, holding your hand a few moments longer than necessary before joining the other Ghoul.

"I'll see you soon." He promises.

"Bye Phantom." You smile at him, waving to Sodo as they both leave. You finish filing away the hymns, clicking off the radio before heading back to Primo's office. The rest of the day passed in a blur, the feeling of Phantom holding you close clouding your every thought. You had decided to take Mountain's advice of waiting in the greenhouse, wanting to tell your secret admirer that you already had your eye on someone else. So, once you had said goodnight to Primo, you slipped out into the gardens in hope of capturing the mysterious florist in the act. You hid in a relatively secluded corner, tucked away behind some lush bushes where you couldn't be seen. Luckily you didn't have to wait long for them to show up. You heard their soft humming approach where you were. The soft snips of pruning shears as they collected their flowers. Your eyebrows knitted together as you realized that this was a voice you recognized. You peeked out from your hiding place. You smiled softly at the sight before you, stepping out into the open, you cleared your throat.

Phantom's eyes shot up to you, he froze as he realized he had been caught. He looks nervously between you and the flowers he held in his hand. His mouth fell open but no words came out at first. When, finally, through all his nerves he actually takes a moment to look at you. Your whole face lit up with a smile, eyes searching his face as you waited for him to say anything. He couldn't believe how cute you looked as you nervously wrung your hands. He stands, offering a small bouquet of red chrysanthemums. "I'm assuming you've been getting my flowers." He chuckles. You carefully take hold of the bunch, gazing it down in awe before placing them off to the side. Your body moved purely on instinct, arms sliding around Phantom's waist as you pulled him into a hug. He tenses up for a moment before wrapping you tightly in his embrace.

"They've all been beautiful." You mumble against his chest. You slowly separated from each other, his gaze catching yours. He smiles warmly at you, those gorgeous, glowing purple eyes causing you to melt.

He gently takes your chin between his fingers. "I feel… strange whenever I'm around you." He admits, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Strange how?" You ask through a smile, laughing as he tugs you closer.

"Sweaty mostly." He jokes. "You make me nervous in a good way." He continues to ponder out loud. "My heart starts to beat really fast, and all I can think about is reaching out to hold you… what kissing you would be like." You blush at his admission.

"You're more than welcome to find out for yourself." Your voice shook as you spoke, a soft breathy laugh punctuating your statement. His thumb ran over your bottom lip, his eyes tracing over every detail of your face.

"I'm sorry if I'm not any good at this." He chuckles.

"Just follow my lead." You tease, your hands sliding up his chest and into his hair as he closes the distance between the two of you. His lips crashed into yours. A satisfied hum left your lips as you pushed your body into his. He held you tightly, as if he let you go you would disappear before his eyes. The kiss started out slow, you slowly guided him through the motions. You had found out that Phantom was a very quick learner. His pace gradually increased, the kiss growing more passionate by the second as he grew addicted to the feeling of your lips on his. You pulled back with a gasp, both of you panting softly. You didn't even have time to catch your breath before Phantom's lips were back on yours, earning a surprised squeak as he pulled you flush against him one more. He pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged.

"That was nice." He chuckles. He places another few short pecks to your lips causing you to laugh softly.

"Does this mean you won't be bringing me flowers anymore?" You laugh.

"Sweetheart, I'll bring you flowers everyday if you want me to." He says with a smile as he pulls you in for another passionate kiss.

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[her-satanic-wiles]

Welcome to my masterlist!

Commissions are open!

My future plans (Available to Bishops and higher, all are commissionable if you want to read them faster.)

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One shots

Titfucking, (Kinktober 2023) PS “Earthly Delight” by @thew0man ART

Glory Hole, (Kinktober 2023) GN

Pregnancy, (Kinktober 2023)

Series

Divine Desires [COMING SOON] PS

You grew up in the Catholic Church as the daughter of a very powerful Cardinal. However, in your early adulthood, the reigning Pope dies, and the title falls to your father. You learn, as the daughter of a Catholic official, that there are two sides to every story. This lesson is taught by your Satanic counterpart, who does his fair share of opening your eyes to the world around you.

One shots

Hate Sex, (Catholic!Reader) (Kinktober 2023) ⛧ Part 2

Public Sex, (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Lupercalia

Series

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One shots

Collaring, (Kinktober 2023)

Medical Play, (Kinktober 2023) GN

Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Thigh Fucking, (Kinktober 2023) PS

Double Penetration In Two Holes, (ft. Cardinal Copia) (Kinktober 2023) A GN

Teratophilia, (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+) PS

Time Travel Prompt (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble)

Outdoor Sex (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble) GN

Series

Hellish Delights ⛧ Masterlist DF (21+)

After a ritual went wrong, you were left to deal with the consequences. Since that fateful night, your moral compass smashed to pieces and you began to feed into your deepest, darkest desires as you continue to come to terms with the traumatic night in question. With the help of two of the people closest to you, you take part in the ultimate sins of the flesh.

Lost in Translation ⛧ Masterlist

As the newly appointed Cardinal Copia struggles with the weight of a looming prophecy, a resilient scholar challenges the narrative, uncovering a conspiracy that reaches beyond the walls of the Ministry. The emergence of a forbidden love ignites a rebellion against a power-hungry Sister, whose thirst for control threatens to reshape the very foundations of the Church. Will the revelation of those schemes lead to liberation or plunge the Ministry into chaos?

One shots

Pegging (Kinktober 2023) GN

Praise Kink, (Kinktober 2023) PS

Olfactophilia, (Kinktober 2023)

Double Penetration In Two Holes, (ft. Papa Emeritus III) (Kinktober 2023) A GN

Free Use, (Kinktober 2023)

Midnight Surveillance DF (21+)

Succin the Ghocc (Ko-fi exclusive drabble)

Tulips and Daisies

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Dubcon, (Fan roleplay) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Orgasm Denial (Kinktober 2023)

Deepthroating & Face Sitting (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Mary "Piss Boy" Goore PS

Era 3

Alpha

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One shots

Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Gale

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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Moss

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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Omega

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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Stream

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Threesome or moresome, (+Era 3 Ghouls & Terzo) (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Eras 4 & 5

Aurora

Series

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One shots

Food Play (Kinktober 2023) S

Cirrus

Series

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One shots

Sensory Deprivation (Kinktober 2023) S

Cumulus

Series

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Sex Toys (Kinktober 2023) S

Dewdrop

Series

Realm of Souls ⛧ Masterlist DF (21+) A

In the eerie moonlit forest, you are ensnared in a nightmarish game of hide and seek with the malevolent entity Dewdrop, whose demonic force has targeted you. The chilling objective is to survive until sunrise, seeking refuge in the Ministry’s cabin deep within the sinister woods. With the dawn as your only salvation, you must navigate the haunted forest, outwit the relentless demon, and reach safety before Dewdrop claims you as his prize. The race against time intensifies, making the night unforgiving as you strive to survive until sunrise in this twisted pursuit.

One shots

Stuck in Wall (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Panic Attacks and Comfort (ft. Swiss) SFW.

Mountain

Series

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One shots

Size Kink (Kinktober 2023) GN

Spanking (Ko-Fi exclusive drabble) GN

Phantom

Series

The Cardinal ⛧ Masterlist

You got a promotion, and a new promotion means a new uniform and your very own Ghoul-in-training! That Ghoul just so happens to be your closest friend, Phantom. However, your new uniform and position does something to Phantom that gets harder and harder to deny.

One shots

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Rain

Series

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One shots

Rimming (Kinktober 2023) GN

Swiss

Hellish Delights ⛧ Masterlist DF (21+)

After a ritual went wrong, you were left to deal with the consequences. Since that fateful night, your moral compass smashed to pieces and you began to feed into your deepest, darkest desires as you continue to come to terms with the traumatic night in question. With the help of two of the people closest to you, you take part in the ultimate sins of the flesh.

Coming soon...

One shots

Panties & Lingerie, (Kinktober 2023)

Breathplay, (Kinktober 2023)

Panic Attacks and Comfort (ft. Dewdrop) SFW.

Papa Emeritus Nihil

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Breeding (Kinktober 2023) DF (21+)

Sister Imperator

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[alwaysjustmina]

Raindrop April

Just wanted to post a little in advance of April, last year @midnight-moth and I put this month together for our wet boys and I am planning on continuing it.

You may be asking, what is Raindrop April? Well dear reader, it is a celebration of our favorite wet boys during the wettest month of the year.

How can you contribute? Any art or writing you may want to contribute is appreciated. There are no prompts, so it is bringing whatever you want to the table. Last year we started an open collection on AO3 for the month and you can find it here. Check it out, there are some good ones in there.

If you want to participate, just use the tag here or on AO3 as Raindrop Month (please tag me too, cause I want to see all the goodness!!)

I am already thinking up some good things to include in the month!

Please don't hesitate to reach out with any questions or if you may have specific asks for the month you'd like to see.

Now back to giving those Ghoulette's love with the current theme!

Please reshare to get the word around!

[fruityrituals]

inked & marked

swiss ghoul x fem reader

summary: swiss acts on his feelings about a new tattoo you got dedicated to the ghouls

cw: explicit, unprotected sex, breeding, bondage, breath play, oral, blood, mask kink

(18+) / MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Ghost Masterlist

(divider below from @cafekitsune) | pics above from pinterest

Today is the first time in a while that you have a lot of alone time. The ghouls and papa have been on a break from tour for a couple months now and today they've started doing practices since tour starts again in a couple weeks. You had no idea what to do with your day without the multi-ghoul. After cleaning your’s and Swiss’ room, doing some chores around the ministry, and giving yourself bangs, you look at yourself in the mirror after a shower and look over all your tattoos and decide that its time for a new one. The last few months, you have been thinking about getting a tattoo dedicated to the current Ghost era since they would be changing a lot of things soon and you want to have some type of permanent memory since you met Swiss in their current era. You get a tattoo of the ghouls helmet on your hip and once you get home, you strip down staying in just your black lace thong and bra with your knee high socks and laid in bed listening to music waiting for Swiss to get back. You know your ghoul and know that this tattoo will get some type of reaction out of him.

Swiss gets home about an hour later walking through the door of your room still dressed in his helmet and stage clothing as he says “i really need a bath i’m very sweaty and smelly and i-”. He pauses when he sees you in the bed in your lace. He quickly shuts the door behind him and quietly walks over to the bed. You were laying on your stomach with headphones on and reading a book so you don’t hear him come in. He observes your body as he starts to undo his vest, then tilts his head when his eyes reach the new tattoo. When he notices you don’t know he’s there, he lets his tail come around, caress your tattoo, then the tip of his tail slaps your ass. You jolt and turn around quickly looking up at Swiss with a hand over your chest “you scared the shit out of me!”. Swiss points at the tattoo as he keeps his eyes on it and says “whats that?”. You grin looking from him, to the tattoo, then back up at him “a little memory of the era i met you in, also to show my love for all of you guys. you like it?”. Swiss grins under his helmet as he takes off his vest and starts undoing his shirt taking that off too leaving him in hit helmet, pants and boots “undo my pants” he says as he looks down at you on the bed. You quickly crawl over to the edge of the bed in front of him as you run your hands down his torso first then undid his belt. Swiss was already bulging beneath the fabrics and it doesn’t take you long to eagerly undo his pants letting his dick spring out. You bite your lip looking up at him as you watch his chest rise and fall, “suck”. You grinned wrapping a hand around his length and place your other hand on his thigh as you spit on his tip before you start stroking his cock. He immediately moans knocking his head back as his tail comes around and wraps around your neck. You swirl your tongue on the tip and then take him into your mouth hitting the back of your throat each time as he moans out “fuck, such a good girl” as his tail tightens around your neck. You guys have safe words and gestures if you ever need him to stop, but if you couldn’t speak, your gesture was tapping his thighs, so he puts both your hands in his thighs as he wraps your hair in his fists and thrusts into your mouth taking all of him until you’re gagging on him. His tail wraps tighter around your neck until the edge of your vision starts tunneling and your head becomes hazy. After a couple more thrusts and his tail tightening, tap both his thighs with your hands 3 times and he loosens his tail and releases your head quickly pulling you up into his arms. He kisses your neck as you catch your breath and let you vision come back to you.

Once he hears your breathing evened out, he shoves you on your back onto the bed and quickly rips off your panties. You adjust yourself so your hips are half way off the edge of the bed as you watch him kick off his boots and the rest of his clothes, he then pulls off his helmet and he had a smirk on his face as he places the helmet on your head and secures the buckle under the chin since it was too big for you. You grin up at him then bite your lip as he gets on his knees beside the bed. His tail comes around and runs along your tattoo on your hip and around your pelvis then to your clit making you jolt and let out a soft whine. Swiss lines up his cock to your entrance slowly pushing into you as you drop your head back letting out a relieved moan. He grips your hips with both hands making you flinch as he sinks inside of you all the way to the hilt. Swiss only give you 10 seconds to adjust before he grunts and starts thrusting inside of you. He takes one hand off of the tattooed hip trailing his hand up and down your body then up to your neck wrapping his hand around it. You start to sweat already with the helmet on and you cant see him that well because it doesn’t fit you right. His tail is rubbing against your sensitive bud as he thrusts into you “you look so hot with my helmet on baby while you’re taking my cock like such a good girl”. His praises and the pace of his cock ramming into you combined with his tail working your clit sends your head tilting back causing you to arch your back and moan out his name.

Swiss wraps his arms around you as he pulls you to his chest and stands up from the ground while still buried deep inside of you. He sit on the bed putting his back against the headboard and settles you into his lap. You readjust yourself as you place your hands on the headboard above his head and start bouncing in his lap. Swiss lets out a whiny moan as he undoes the strap of the helmet and take it off of you “i need to kiss you and see your beautiful fucking face” he wraps one hand on the back of your neck and starts kissing you roughly as you both moan on each other. You pull away from the kiss after a few moments and look down at him and find him looking up at you with such lustful eyes and you say “so you like my new tattoo then?” You grin at him as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth sucking on it then bit it softly looking up at you through his lashes before pulling his mouth away and says “fucking love it baby and i love you” he kisses your neck and you moan out “i love you too” then you both kiss each other roughly again. You feel your orgasm sneaking up and he knows it as he feels your walls tighten around him. He shakes his head and pulls out of you causing you to gasp. You glare at him “what the fuck Swiss!” he grins as he puts his hand over your mouth and says “not yet baby” and removes his hans from your mouth and kisses you gently before moving you off his lap “hands and knees now”

You quickly move onto your hands and knees on the bed and he gets behind you. He leans over you as he pushes your face down into the bed leaving your ass in the air, then he takes your hands putting them behind your back and his tail comes around and secures your wrists together. Your heart is racing and your squirming and dripping on the bed waiting for him to absolutely rail you from behind. Swiss leans down running his tongue up your back, then he sinks his teeth into your shoulder biting you drawing blood. Your legs tighten together as you squirm a bit and he licks the blood from your shoulder then slaps your ass “spread your legs”. You let out a yelp and flinch as you keep your legs together liking to push him over the edge. He leans down and presses his lips to your ear “did you hear me? i told you to spread your legs and i wont ask again”. That sends shivers down your spine straight to your core as you reply “make me”. Swiss lets out a low chuckle as he sits back up and slaps your ass with both hands then leans down and sinks his teeth into your hip right above your fresh tattoo. You gasp letting out a whine into the bed as you give in and spread your legs for him and he replies with a “good fucking girl” then thrusts into you without warning sending a loud moan passed your lips as you bite the bedsheets. He starts thrusting into you at a harsh pace. The sting from him slapping your ass, the pain from the bites he made combined with his tail restraining your wrist and his dick slamming into you makes you feel like you are about to scream and come undone. He grips your hair with one hand pulling your head back as he continues his pace. You start to tighten around him and he moans at the feeling as he wraps a hand around to you neck and pulls you up flush against his chest as he thrusts up into you like that. His hand tightens around your neck as he whispers into your ear “i’m going to fill you up baby”. You nod quickly letting out a whine as you grip his arm and you quickly come undone and he follows close behind you as you both moan out and he empties deep inside of you as his thrusts become sloppy. He leans back on his heels as he wraps one arm around your torso and keeps the other hand around your neck as he kisses your lips roughly and keeps you there for a few more moments before slowly pulling out of you with a groan.

Swiss scoops you up right away carrying you to the bathroom setting you on the toilet as he starts filling the tub with warm water. As the tub fills, he walks over and stands in front of you cupping your cheeks and leans down kissing your lips very slow and sweet. You both smile on each others lips as he whispers “i love you” and you reply with and “i love you too”. He helps you into the tub once its filled and he sits behind you with his legs on either side. It always made you chuckle when he takes a bath with you because he was too big for it with his knees sticking out of the water above the edge of the tub. He takes a wash cloth wrapping his arms around you as he gently washed your body for you, then your hair. You return the favor to him and once you’re both out the shower and in bed, he walks over to you with some ointment for your tattoo. He kisses your ghoul tattoo then applies the healing ointment on it gently. Once he gets into bed, he pulls you flushed against his chest and you both sleep tangled with each other.

[atmosghoul]

plsplsplspls share thoughts

OK I LITERALLY POSTPONED GOING TO THE BAR TO WRITE THIS SO AS PROMISED: NSFW BELOW THE CUT also everyone thank @jimothybarnes for receiving my random horny ghoul thoughts at all hours and encouraging this

Some Swiss/Phantom/Mountain for the soul

Forced intoxication(it’s consensual phantoms really into it), tied hands, use of Daddy, cockwarming

MDNI etc

Phantom gags and chokes around the cock in his mouth. His mind is fuzzy and his body feels like jelly but the way his throat constricts involuntarily around the thick cock is proof enough to the multi ghoul that he’s not where Swiss wants him.

They’d been like this for what felt like hours. Phantom straddling Mountain keeping his cock warm with his hands tied behind his back while Swiss used his mouth to bring himself to the edge over and over and over again.

Swiss slips his cock out of the Quint ghoul’s mouth and the little bug gasps heaving breaths as drool spills from his lips in rivulets.

“Seems like someone needs a little more huh?” Swiss says with a mischievous grin.

Phantom gazes up at Swiss like he hung the moon. Staring with a half lidded glazed over look as Swiss brings the half smoked joint to his lips and orders him to suck.

“That’s it baby boy suck it down for me and hold it in.”

Swiss pulls the joint away taking a hit for himself and watching Phantom struggle to hold his breath before descending into a coughing fit.

Mountain groans under phantom tightening his grip the smaller ghouls hips giving a gentle push and pull warning a frankly pathetic sound from him.

“Fuck Swiss he’s so tight already. If you keep making him cough and clench like that I’m gonna cum too soon,” Mountain says slowly grinding into Phantom.

Swiss apologises with a chuckle as he grabs the red solo cup from the nearby dresser and takes a swig of the jack and coke he’d poured.

“You want a drink lil bug?” He asks running his fingers through Phantoms shaggy hair and watching the white tendril fall back in front of his face as the smaller ghoul nods emphatically.

“Alright open up for me, lovebug.”

Swiss gently grips Phantom’s jaw with one hand and brings the cup to his lips and holds eye contact while tipping the dark liquid into his mouth and Phantom gulps it down greedily.

He already feels the weed taking effect and the alcohol makes the fuzziness all the more intense. He visibly relaxes more and breathing is coming easier. Mount grinds into him again cock and he whimpers and thinks he might explode if Swiss doesn’t let him cum soon.

“Good boy,” Swiss says as he reaches over and sets the cup back on the night stand keeping his grip on Phantom’s jaw. “Need you nice and relaxed to take Mounty’s big cock. You wanna be good and let him fuck you hard right?” He leans down moving his face mere inches from Phantom’s.

“Doesn’t the big guy deserve to let loose?” He asks before moving phantom’s head up and down in a forced nod.

“Yeeaahh that’s right baby boy. But first,” Swiss stands back up and takes hold of his cock stroking it a few times.

“You ready for more of Daddy’s cock?” He asks slapping it softly against Phantoms cheeks wet with drool and tears from how much he’s been gagging.

Phantom doesn’t get the chance to answer before Swiss shoves his cock in all the way to the back of his throat and starts a brutal pace immediately.

The noises Swiss makes will be ingrained in his mind forever.

[zombie-rott]

Survival Is A Talent: 1

Pairing: Gen. None.

Rating: Mature for difficult themes throughout.

Word Count: 6,733

Summary:

"Weakness was not something Phantom had ever been permitted to show back beneath the ground. His father, a tyrant leader of their pack, came down harshly on anyone who dared to show an ounce of discomfort or disdain. Male or female, grown or child; he was a brutal man with brutal ideals. But despite Phantom’s inept ability to hide his pain, he’d never felt quite like this before. Nor had he trembled quite as much as he had done since coming to the surface."

Or

Phantom, the new quintessence ghoul, is struggling to adapt to live on the surface. What started as surface sickness has quickly developed into quintessence burn out. And with a reluctance to ask for help, Phantom finds himself down a dark path. It's up to Papa, Aether and the pack to drag him back; kicking, screaming but alive.

In full on A03.

Sometimes Phantom couldn’t quite catch his breath. At first, he was convinced this was just what life was like on the surface. Despite being full of fresh air, life was lived through a series of heart-thumping, gut-wrenching moments of simply not being able to breathe. No one else complained, they just carried on, and Phantom, being new to this world, didn’t know any better. 

Weakness was not something Phantom had ever been permitted to show back beneath the ground. His father, a tyrant leader of their pack, came down harshly on anyone who dared to show an ounce of discomfort or disdain. Male or female, grown or child; he was a brutal man with brutal ideals. But despite Phantom’s inept ability to hide his pain, he’d never been breathless before. Nor had he trembled quite as much as he had done since coming to the surface. 

He learned to take bigger breaths and count to ten because he’d watched Rain do something similar during an exercise called ‘yoga.’ It helped once, and so he adopted it as his silent remedy for this strange ailment he’d stumbled upon. From then on, life at the ministry became a blur of practice, chores and learning about the world around him. And through it all he bit back the breathlessness, shying away in corners to count the stars from his vision and pick himself back up again, ready for whatever he was to do next.

But touring? Touring was a different ball game. While he was pleased to have a small, comfortable space to shy away from the world, he was not so pleased about the vastness of it all. Everything was so big and open and unprotected. The world outside the ministry walls was, for lack of a better term, exposed . Where Phantom and his fellow ghouls were from, that meant danger or the potential for it. Yet at the same time, everything felt constricting, including his own body.  

His glamour, while protecting him from the prying eyes of humanity, felt more like a vice holding him in place. None of his other ghoul-kin complained or even seemed phased by the constraining magick. They told him it was a feeling he would become used to, that he was still young regarding his time on the surface. Comfort and acceptance would come with age. Like a child looking to his parents for answers, Phantom accepted their word as gospel and did his best not to complain or show signs of discomfort. 

Over the first few weeks of touring Phantom spent hours in his bunk, desperately willing sleep to come. But it barely did. Instead, the void would become filled with the pain of his stomach twisting, his heart hammering and the most intrusive thoughts he’d ever experienced.  He shifted and turned, his body much too tight and the air much too hard to hold onto, all the while struggling to keep his tears from flowing.

But it was fine, because this was all part of the mortal experience, right? This was being human and while they were outside the ministry walls, that’s exactly the part they were playing. No negotiations accepted. 

It didn’t become apparent to Phantom that what he was feeling wasn’t normal until a conversation held during one of their free evenings. 

After another successful gig held in Milwaukee, the group frequented one of their favourite little bars hidden in the depths of the old city. They’d a full day of travel planned starting the following morning, and it couldn’t have come at a better time for the ghouls and their Papa. Phantom especially was eager to spend some time decompressing and bonding with his newfound pack, something they hadn’t had much time for. 

Copia treated them to a round of drinks, anything they’d wanted, and proclaimed it was all on the ministry. 

“We have done so well for them. It is the least they can do to treat us to a night out, si ?” He said, chuckling at the thought. 

Some of the ghouls broke off into pairs or, like Mountain, chose to sit outside in the warm night air and smoke his ‘funny-smelling’ cigarettes. Phantom, however, stayed close to his favourite pack members and their Papa.

“Do you wanna try my gin and ginger ale, Bug?” Aurora asked, pushing the deep glass towards him. 

Phantom was already three beers deep but this was their first proper evening off the bus, and he wanted to feel like part of the group. What harm could trying something different do?

He sipped cautiously at the end of her straw and shuttered at the sudden taste of the spirit. But then came the explosion of ginger ale, and the syrupy sweetness of the added honeycomb. It was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted, next only in line to cheeseburgers and watermelon! 

“That’s sooooo good, ‘Roara. Very sweet.” He grinned back at her. 

“I’ll order us two!” 

Before anyone could protest, Aurora bounced up towards the bar to order her and the younger ghoul a gin each. 

Phantom felt the familiar tendrils of nervousness leave him for the first time since coming off stage a few hours ago. Slowly his knee stopped shaking beneath the table and he felt able to release his grip on his beer bottle. Yes, everything was very loud, the air was smokey, and his head was beginning to feel a little fuzzy, but Papa was talking in his sultry Italian accent. And Cumulus was giggling alongside him while Rain played a game of cards with Cirrus. It was all so wholesome and natural, with no vastness between them. 

When Aurora set the gin glass in front of him and grinned, Phantom felt safe, like part of the gang. He joined in the conversation and listened intently as Cirrus talked to them all about how the Summer sun was one of her favourite things about being on the surface. This was closely followed by Rain insisting that the lack of water was his biggest pet peeve. There simply weren’t enough places for him to swim while they were on tour, and he tended to get a little antsy without a decent soak. 

“How are you finding the surface, little Quin?” Papa asked, moving the conversation towards Phantom. 

“I-oh. Well. It’s good. Y’know?” The ghoul slurred. When had it gotten this hard to talk? “I could do without that – y’know – breathless thing.” 

Copia arched an eyebrow in confusion. The other ghouls appeared to be equally as stunned by his response. 

“Breathless thing?” Aurora repeated. 

“Yeah! Like, sometimes I feel like I can’t breathe. And – and I can’t stop shaking. And my stomach just won’t stop hurting, and then -” 

“Dude – “ Rain interrupted, “That’s not normal. You’ve been feeling like this all the time?”

“I-well– I mean not all the time. Just sometimes. Especially at night, or before a show. B-but I just count to ten over and over until it goes away.”

“And does it? Go away I mean.” Cumulus squeaked, a look of concern painted on her face, closely matched by Papa’s. 

“Y-yeah, eventually. Sometimes it takes a while though. I-I just thought it was a mortal thing. Y’know? Like a side effect of being here.” Phantom’s voice became significantly lower, barely audible over the din of the bar. Embarrassment was bubbling in his stomach, and the feeling of breathlessness was creeping into his lungs again. 

“That sounds pretty awful, bug. Maybe we should get him checked over, Papa?” Rain suggested. 

Phantom hadn’t realised there was something wrong with him. And to just outwardly confess it like that not only to his new pack mates but his new Papa? He was practically organising his banishing ritual. 

“Don’t be sad, little bug.”

“Yeah – look – it’s nothing.” 

“Forget we said anything, okay?”

Phantom swallowed back tears, his hands fidgeting with his glass and shaking. He felt the gentle hand of Copia on his arm, and it took all he had not to whimper an apology. 

Sorry for being defective, Papa.

“No, I do not think there is any need for that.” Copia waved the water ghoul off, “Why not take a walk with me, Quin? Si ? We can take our time going back to the hotel and maybe talk a little, hm?” 

Phantom nodded softly, the movement barely noticeable. The ghoul took another sip of his drink before Copia pulled it away, and pushed him from the booth.  

“C’mon now, I think you’ve had quite enough! Okie dokie? Let’s get out of this haze of sweat and cheap wine, eh ?” The Clergyman said as he slipped an arm around Phantom’s shoulders and guided him gently to the doorway. He waved to several of his ghouls on the way out, including a suspiciously drunk Swiss sitting on the sidewalk. 

“Good night, Swiss! Behave yourself, si ? I don’t want to have to go searching through the city for you tomorrow.” Papa warned, eyeing the three open buttons on the multi-ghouls shirt, just ever so slightly showing off the inked skin beneath. 

The multi-ghoul waved him on as he lit up a cigarette and stretched out his long legs across the street. 

“He’s either in need of a fuck or a fight, and going by his shirt buttons ‘Lus will be in for a good time.” Copia chuckled. 

Phantom, shaking, his eyes brimmed with tears, pulled his jacket closer to him. He nodded in agreement, barely hearing the words. 

“My little Quin, please do not let those other diavoli get to you, eh? They are not good at understanding their own feelings, never mind someone else’s. Emotions are hard little devils to grasp and your pack mates are very bad at empathy. The worst, si ?” 

“I-I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Phantom whispered, tears slowly moving down his cheeks, “I thought everyone felt like this.” 

“Most mortals do, si. ” Copia admitted.

“But I’m not mortal. W-why is this happening?”  

Copia pulled him closer. Phantom trembled against the clergyman’s side, his bones becoming tense and stomach-turning.

“Maybe we will take a seat somewhere, si? Until you feel better? We can talk in peace.” 

Copia guided them both to a bench beneath a caged tree, away from the bustle of the bars and nightlife. Phantom didn’t say a word, he just sobbed as quietly as possible beside the clergyman. The young ghoul’s heart was pounding, his ears were ringing. He just wanted the earth to split open and swallow him up. 

“I can’t believe I-I’ve just been thinking this is normal, and it’s not. I’m a fucking idiot!” He cried, his face buried down into his hands, 

“Oh no. No, mio amico , you’re not an idiot.” Copia reached for Phantom’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze, “You’re anxious , that’s what this feeling is. It’s very common among humans and sadly it can be quite difficult to manage. But you understand this, si ? You’ve been fighting so hard and doing so well with your deep breathing and counting down.”

Phantom’s breath hitched in his throat as he contemplated Papa’s words. Anxiety? He’d heard Copia talk about feeling anxious, usually before a show or during rehearsal, and sometimes when things were feeling tense on the bus. Was this the same feeling? 

“Y-you know this f-feeling?” The ghoul asked, his sobs subsiding and his hands now lowered, fidgeting in his lap. 

“ Si . Quite well actually. I’m, as you say, ‘ neurotic ’ at times, and it’s caused me great pain and heartache. I know just how difficult this has been for you Quin, and to be all alone?” Copia shook his head, “Oh, my little ghoul. You’re not to keep this to yourself anymore, si ? Promise you’ll come to me when you’re feeling like this, no matter the time?” 

Copia searched his coat before producing a clean handkerchief from inside his pocket. He gestured for the young ghoul to take it but Phantom shook his head. 

“I-I can’t accept that. It’s yours Pa-”

“Copia, mio diavolo . Please call me Copia. And please accept this so you can dry your tears.” 

Hesitantly Phantom took the handkerchief from the clergyman and proceeded to wipe his eyes. He flattened the damp cloth out in his hand to see Papa IVs emblem embroidered on one of the corners. 

“T-thank you Pa-Copia. Really. This means a lot.” The ghoul sniffed, feeling the prick of more tears at the corners of his eyes.  

Wordlessly Copia stumbled to his feet, careful not to topple into the stream of oncoming traffic. He reached out a hand and Phantom, without prompting, took it, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet. The clergyman threw an arm around the young ghoul’s shoulders and began walking them in the direction of their hotel. They talked together about many things on that walk home, none of which involved Phantom’s breathlessness.

~ ~ ~

All the ghouls were present and accounted for before Copia had even made it to the foyer the following morning. There was no need to spend hours searching for a wayward Swiss as he was already sitting, desperately hungover and miserable between Dew and Cumulus. Rain was rather green and leaning against a pillar outside in a desperate attempt to draw more air into his lungs, while the remainder were pleasantly bright-eyed, sans any ill effects of their endeavours the prior evening.

As Copia approached them with his suitcase in hand and dark sunglasses shading his eyes, Phantom moved gingerly towards him. 

“ Buongiorno, mio diavolo ! Did you sleep well?” The clergyman smiled graciously, his voice with only a hint of morning grit. 

“Y-yeah, it was good.” Phantom lied. He’d barely slept a wink, having instead spent his time curled around the toilet bowl. 

“ Bene ! The first night in a real bed after weeks on the road is always a special feeling.” 

Phantom made a small noise of agreement before reaching into the pocket of his trousers for Papa's handkerchief. 

“Thank you for this. Don’t worry. I washed it in the sink last night and let it dry out this morning.” Phantom brought it to his nose and inhaled as if trying to convince Copia of his attempts to sanitise it. “Smells like the Irish Spring soap they have in the little bottles.” 

“But this is yours, Quin. I gave this to you to hold onto and remind you that you’re not alone.” Copia smiled and waved his efforts away, “It’s a gift. You’ve had a gift before, si ?” 

Phantom hadn’t. Not in his short time on the surface had one ghoul or human alike given him a gift. Or anything, in fact, without expecting something in return. The last time he’d received anything similar to a gift was when his mother was alive. 

“Oh – ah – thank you!” The little ghoul squeaked in response. 

Copia simply smiled, patted him gently on the shoulder and guided him forward towards the cobbled streets of the city around them. 

They climbed onto the bus with Gary, their faithful driver, counting them on as they filed past. The clergyman was under no circumstances reliving the time they left Dew behind in Oslo, nor spending upwards of three hours looking for their resident multi-ghoul after a night of passion with the locals. 

“All present and accounted for!” Gary boomed as he climbed onto the bus.

“ Fantastica . Let’s hit the road.” Copia called from his seat in the lounge. 

He was already perched in his usual spot, his legs outstretched and resting on the small coffee table. His laptop was on and he was no doubt already scrolling though his emails and schedule for the coming days. Despite a late night and a miniscule break from singing, there was no rest for their wicked leader. 

The rest of the ghouls went about settling themselves into their respective locations. Swiss was occupied in their small bathroom, his back being rubbed softly by Cumulus as he suffered the consequences of the previous night’s indulgences. Dew watched from his bunk, eyes narrowed and arms folded in displeasure. 

The ghoulettes and Rain had decided to crowd around Papa while he worked. Each had their respective hobby be it reading, sketching or something akin to needlecraft. And then there was Mountain, tucked away in his open bunk, a pair of wired headphones rendering him deaf to the world as he flicked through one of his many dog-eared books. 

Phantom hadn’t been around long enough to discover what settled his dark soul. He didn’t know what brought him comfort or reduced the feeling of anxiety, as their Papa had called it. Reading was much too boring, he couldn’t hold a pencil correctly and needlepoint required too much precision and stillness. The only thing that even remotely brought him peace in the last five months of life on earth had been the soft embrace and kindness of Copia as they sat along the street. 

Violent retching from Swiss brought the young ghoul stumbling back to the present. He climbed up into his bunk and watched as Cumulus rubbed circles into the multi- ghoul’s back. 

“I told you, Swissroll! Six drinks and you’re out!” Dew stated matter-of-factly from the darkness of his bed. 

The other ghoul raised a shaking hand and extended his middle finger in a crude gesture. 

Even with this hostile display, every ghoul had a place with each other. Even Aurora who had joined not long before him held her own among the other devils. 

But Phantom? Phantom had been a last resort to fill the emptiness left behind by Aether. Phantom was little more than an infant among the pack and every step he took reminded him of it. Phantom was their deadwood, their weakest link; their liability. 

As the thoughts mounted in his head, Phantom felt the breathlessness smother him like an anvil atop his chest. He reminisced on his drunken display from the night prior and cringed. He recalled the faces of his peers as he admitted to them what, he assumed, was a normal effect of the surface, only to be proven wrong. His gut twisted and he squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to dispel the feeling, but with no luck. 

“It must be the hangover.” He thought as he worried at his bottom lip, “This feels worse than before.” 

Swallowing back his growing nauseousness, he reached forward to draw across the curtains of his bunk, lest the other ghouls see him. The young quint contorted himself into the smallest space he could manage, his body curled inward.

~ ~ ~

Over the following days everything became a flurry of cities and venues. The screams of their adoring fans fueled Phantom and his ghoul kin night after night. But even through all the excitement and admiration, the young ghoul felt anxiety nipping at the back of his heels. 

Each night he stumbled from the stage, gulping for air as if it were his dying breath, and thought about Copia’s words. He wanted desperately to reach out for help when his thoughts boomed and his hands shook, but he couldn’t remove himself from the embarrassment of that cold night in Milwaukee. The looks of pity pierced his stomach like a knife and it was one that he didn’t want to be twisted any further.

Phantom did the only thing he could think of that wouldn’t cause a fuss; he shut down. He pushed those feelings back and faced them in the privacy of his bunk every night. He bit down on his pillow to silence the sobs, bore his talons into the palms of his hands and dragged them across his skin in an effort to feel anything but the anxiety drowning him. All the while everything else continued as normal. Despite feeling the constant buzzing of impending doom throughout his body, Phantom laughed like he always had done, he ate like he was accustomed to and joined in with the others as much as he could. Even his rituals remained the same despite the constant feeling of anxiety swelling beyond the levees of his soul. 

From Phantom’s point of view despite the discourse growing within him, he was perfectly fine from the outside looking in. But, little did the young ghoul know that his glass wasn’t stained. In fact, it was entirely transparent, especially for Papa. 

They were in Bridgeport when Phantom first missed a queue on stage. And not just one. Of course the crowd were too busy watching the theatrics of the other ghouls and their beloved anti-Pope to notice. But Copia watched as Phantom physically struggled with his chaotic inner voice. By the end of the show, he was visibly shaken. He interacted with the crowd, sure, but not as the labrador puppy he usually portrayed. Instead, he listlessly wandered the stage, throwing out guitar picks and taking offerings from their adoring fans with timid little waves of ‘thanks’ . Swiss had to practically grab his hand and force it into the air for their final bow, and when it came time to exit, he marched ahead of everyone else, his feet dragging the ground and his shoulders hunched forward as if he were ready to fold in on himself.  

The other ghouls tried reassuring him that it was okay to mess up sometimes. They’d all done it! But Phantom wouldn’t so much as pull back his bunk curtain. From within he cried into his pillow, claws buried deep into his shoulders, and his stage gear discarded in a pile at his feet. 

“Papa, what do we do?” 

Phantom heard Copia sigh from somewhere beyond the curtain. In a muted whisper the clergyman informed the other ghouls to get cleaned up and disperse to the lounge. And then, so silent that the young ghoul nearly missed it, he heard a knock against the wall of his bunk. 

“Quin?” 

Phantom’s breath caught in his throat at the use of his nickname. He whimpered, his claws digging deeper and his eyes squeezing shut. But he couldn’t find the words to send Copia away. 

“You know I’m here, si ? Is this about the ritual?” 

The ghoul could do nothing but emit soft whimpers and desperately try to silence his sniffling. His hands came up to cover his mouth as sobs threatened to wreck through him. He squeezed his eyes shut and counted to ten. 

One….two….three…

Another sign from the clergyman and the shuffling of feet. 

Four…five…six…

“Alright, mio amico . Please text me if you need anything. Acqua, cibo o per parlare, si ?”

Phantom was shaking now, his head throbbing from crying and his fingers sore from how hard he held himself. He wanted to reply, he wanted to reach through the curtain and beg Papa for his help, but he didn’t; His shame wouldn’t allow it. 

The clergyman eventually left, his boots scraping along the floor and the far-off sound of whispers greeting him in the lounge. Phantom knew if he strained himself he could pick up on what the other ghouls were saying, but he decided against it, convinced they’d be tearing him to pieces. Instead, he squeezed his eyes tight and covered his ears with the palms of his hands, the fingertips stained with blood.  

He lay like that, hunched in a half-moon of despair for what felt like days. Decades even. When he finally sat upright and sighed into the silence around him, he discovered it was the middle of the night, some hours after their ritual had ended. His throat was dry and his mouth felt like cotton. He needed water, minty toothpaste and something for his headache. But it all meant leaving the safety of his nest. 

Several deep breaths later, and an inner monologue laced with self-loathing, Phantom carefully pulled on his discarded capris and under armour before beginning his descent from his bunk.  His bare feet barely made a sound as he tiptoed towards the kitchen. Fortunately no one was awake because Phantom couldn’t deal with facing any of them. Not yet. Not with the evidence of his disgrace displayed in the empty valleys of his black face paint. But what Phantom failed to note was the figure sitting in the front lounge, their presence unnoticed until he heard the sound of pages turning. The young ghoul stopped dead, his hand frozen reaching for a glass from the cupboard. But it was too late. Whoever it was had already gotten to their feet and was walking towards him.

“Quin,” Copia’s voice sounded in no more than a whisper, ” How are you feeling?”

The little ghoul stared up at him, his mouth agape and eyes wide. Copia’s features softened as he took in the evidence of Phantom’s distress. His tear-streaked face was enough to tell the clergyman that the ghoul had spent hours consumed by his tears. 

“Why don’t you join me in the lounge and I’ll make us some hot drinks, si ?” The clergyman gestured.  

The ghoul swallowed back a whimper as his bottom lip began to shake, “It’s-it’s fine. R-really.” 

Copia’s brows furrowed and a frown pulled at the corners of his lips. 

“Phantom, per favore . You need to let me help you. Even if it’s just for tonight, si ? What sort of Papa would I be if I let you go back to bed like this?” Copia slowly reached forward in an attempt to guide the ghoul into the lounge, but Phantom flinched back, his body hitting the counter behind him.

“Y-you don’t need to. I-I’m okay.” The little ghoul was breathless again, his chest rising and falling in quick succession, and panic evident in his eyes, “I-I j-just need to –“ Phantom gasped for air like a starving man, his arms coming up to pull at the fabric on his arms and his legs buckling beneath him, “I-I just need to b-breathe.”

Copia was quick to action. He moved forward and caught the ghoul as his knees gave way. 

“You’ll come and sit with me for a while. Even if it’s in silence.” The anti-pope instructed, “I won’t force you to talk with me but you will at least accept a hot drink to calm your nerves, si ? I won’t take no for an answer this time, mio amico. ” 

Phantom fought back but it was nothing against his protective Papa. He chewed on his bottom lip as he relented, giving into the arm around his slight shoulders and the closeness of Copia as he walked him quietly to the small lounge. He couldn’t remember anything that the clergyman said to him in that short period, only that tea was necessary and that Phantom was to remain here, be it lying down on the couch or standing in the corner; but he wasn’t to leave. That much he knew.

The little ghoul pulled his knees up to meet his chin and buried his face in his hands as Copia went about making both of them some herbal remedy of his. Camomile or something akin to it. Something that, no doubt, wouldn’t help at all and would only serve to heat the ghoul’s insides.

Phantom hated this. All of it. The breathlessness, the fear, the constant feeling of dread and mistake around every corner. And, most of all, he hated letting their Papa see him like this. He was part of the clergy. He had power and influence. What’s to say that he’d keep him here after this? Who wants a ghoul who can’t hold it together on stage or off?  

“Please don’t cry,” Copia whispered as he sat gently next to Phantom.

Phantom hadn’t even realised he’d been crying, practically shaking with the force of his tears. He hadn’t even heard Papa enter the room over the pounding of his own heart. 

“I-I don’t know if-if I can.” he sniffed, pulling his sleeves down over his hands and toying with the hems. 

Copia, simply and silently, nodded. 

Phantom choked back a whimper before pulling his hood over his eyes and hiding back behind his knees.  

“I told you that you could come to me anytime, Quin. And I stand by that, okie dokie ? You don’t have to do this alone.” 

“I-I know, but -” The ghoul couldn’t get the remainder of his words out as his sobs overtook him. 

He had no choice but to allow the tears to have their way. His body shook with the force of them, his chest heaved and his heart thundered in his ears. Why couldn’t he stop crying? Surely he had nothing left to give, not after the hours he’d spent curled up in his bunk. 

Phantom suddenly felt exposed, like he were in the centre of a room and his cries were echoing off every surface. He wrapped his arms around himself as best he could and attempted to pull himself tighter inward. He could feel the nip of his claws as they squeezed into his biceps. 

Copia watched on, the edges of his eyes giving away the concern in his chest. He allowed Phantom the space needed to break down, but drew the line as the young ghoul began to squeeze sharp talons into his own flesh. With a jump, he moved to action. 

“ Ah! Mio diavolo , please don’t do that to yourself!” The clergyman placed a hand over Phantom’s and gently removed it from his arm. It was only then that he realised the tips of the ghoul’s fingers were stained cherry red with blood.

“ Quin , le tue dita?” Copia felt a slight panic start in his chest. He brought the clawed hand up to his face to inspect it, but there were no wounds to be seen, “What’s happened?” 

Phantom’s breath hitched in his throat and he let out a small whine.  

“I-I don’t even remember doing it.” he took several deep, slow breaths in a desperate bid to regain his composure, “It just happened.” 

Copia’s eyes flashed to Phantom’s bicep, to the dark patch of oozing blood staining the tight fabric. He sighed as realisation settled in his chest; Phantom had pierced himself with his own claws. And quite badly, by the looks of things. 

“They will need to be cleaned, mio amico . They are quite deep, si ? Do you mind if I do it?” 

The skin beneath what was left of Phantom’s stage paint reddened, his embarrassment becoming evident. 

“No!” He snapped, recoiling backwards, “J-just leave it!” 

“Okay! Okay!” Copia raised his hands in defence, innards twisting with concern, “But you must clean them, per favoure .”

“I-I will. B-but not now. I just want to sit here now. And breathe.” 

Copia nodded in agreement and gestured for Phantom to move back towards him. The little ghoul did, albeit gingerly. 

He reached out for his mug of tea and held it tightly in his hands. His eyes fluttered closed as he allowed the steam to waft upwards into his face. The heat felt good, grounding almost. The clergyman shifted beside him and Phantom found himself focusing on the sounds around him. 

Three things you can hear.

He could smell the lingering scent of Copia’s cologne and the faraway stink of his ghoul pack.

Two things you can smell.

Feeling his heart become less furious, Phantom allowed himself to drink. The heat of the floral liquid warmed his body, like a hug from the inside out. Finally, his shoulders slowly dropped, the tension dissolving . 

One thing you can taste.

Copia settled back into the couch and Phantom noted the calmness in his scent. He was right there with him, from the peak of distress to the settlement they found themselves in now. The ghoul allowed himself to glance over to find the clergyman watching him intently, a soft smile pulling at the edges of his lips but eyes still worried.  

Sighing, Phantom dropped his legs into a crossed position and allowed his walls to drop further. 

“I’m sorry, Papa.” The ghoul’s voice was so soft that it was almost non-existent. 

Copia reached forward and gently placed a hand on Phantom’s thigh. The ghoul flinched beneath him but didn’t shy away. 

“If I could tell you about all of the people I have found myself apologising to over the years for how I have felt, we would be here all night. Therapists, fellow clergymen huddled away in confessionals, friends; I have found myself on the apology tour more often than most. But you don’t need to tell me that you are sorry for how you feel, Quin. Never! I am always here for you, no matter the time of day or night; I will be here. You understand, si ?

Phantom nodded softly, his eyes fluttering open to look deep into his mug. 

“W-will you help me get cleaned up?” 

“Of course, mio amico . Of course.” 

Copia retrieved the first aid kit, a damp washcloth and some wet wipes to help Phantom get ready for a much-needed night of rest. He offered to help clean the ghoul’s wounds and the remainder of his face paints, but he was adamant about cleaning himself for the most part. All he wanted was Copia to retrieve his night clothes from his bunk, a simple black t-shirt and matching sweatpants. 

“Is there anything else you need?” Copia asked as he disposed of the used wipes and first aid supplies. 

“No, I’m okay now. But thank you, Papa.” 

Copia’s eyebrows were knitted together in thought. Phantom watched from the corner of his eye as the clergyman hummed to himself as the cogs whirred in his bustling brain. 

“W-would you – I mean – I am not sure if this is appropriate – but would you feel better sleeping beside me tonight? In my bunk?” 

Phantom’s ears twitched, his eyebrows coming together as he considered the offer. He didn’t want to be alone, as was natural for pack animals in distress. And there was nothing wrong with wanting comfort, Copia had said it himself. 

“Would you mind?” Phantom questioned the clergyman further, as if confirming what he had heard was correct. 

“Of course not. I offered.” 

The ghoul nodded and followed Copia to his bunk at the back of the bus. Quietly, they moved through the isles of beds framed by one ghoul or another, some of their limbs peeking out from behind the curtains, and others tucked snuggly within. There were one or two empty bunks, and then the small area Copia shared with Mountain and Cirrus, the quieter of the ghoul group. The other devils preferred the closeness and the energy that the remainder of the pack brought. And Phantom had once thought that’s what he wanted too. But not anymore. Now all he wanted was silence and peace meshed with the scents and heat of his ghoul pack. Contradictory, but craved.  

They came to a stop at Copia’s bunk. The clergyman pulled back the curtain and gestured for Phantom to climb inside. The ghoul gingerly moved into the bunk, taking in the heavy scent of Copia from within; comforting if not slightly, just ever so slightly, intimidating. 

“Are you sure you are okay with this, Quin?” Copia asked as he climbed in beside him. 

“It’s just like one of our cuddle piles, Papa. It’s comforting for me.”

With that, Copia allowed himself to lie down and for the ghoul to wrap himself around his body. After a moment or two of adjusting to the closeness of their bodies, they both felt themselves settle into a rhythm, their breaths matching. And just as Copia felt himself drifting off to sleep, he smiled at the soft, gentle purr that began to rumble through Phantom’s chest.

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Truth or Dare (Intro)

Summary: When all in the Ministry are asleep, the ghouls summon a Sister of Sin to spend the night. Among all the chaos, Dew comes up with a brilliant idea. Truth or Dare with the ghouls is about to make the night a lot more interesting, especially with their favorite human involved.

Fandom: Ghost (Band)

Triggers: Sexual tension, fondling, groping, dirty talk, teasing, manhandling/roughness, and more.

Pairings: Poly Ghouls with multiple pairings.

Notes: Let me know if there's any specific ghoul you want to see sooner rather than later! I only haven't included Sunshine/Aurora/Phantom because I haven't gotten a feel for them yet!

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The Ministry was quiet, low lights casting a faint glow over the stone walls. Siblings were succumbing to sleep as the weariness caused by Sister Imperator’s tasks finally caught up to them.

All except one.

(Y/N) sat on the couch in the ghoul dorms, chuckling at Swiss as he chased Dewdrop around the room for stealing his vape. It had taken the multi-ghoul a bit to realize what Dew’s pointed looks were for, but once realization dawned over him, his expression turned from shock to determination as he chased the fire ghoul around the room with Dew cackling the whole time.

Being night time, they told her to dress in pajamas, something comfortable being essential for hanging out at night like they tended to do as of late. Tonight was kind of like the ghoul version of a slumber party, only without—

“Let’s play Truth or Dare!”

Oh no.

Dew’s voice rang out as he ducked under Swiss’s arms, the ghoul growling slightly and stalking after him. There was a mischievous tone to Dew’s suggestion, and as a few ghouls groaned, one couldn’t help but wonder why he wanted to play all of a sudden.

“That didn’t go so well last time.” Rain commented, sprawling out lazily on a chair a few feet away. Dew chuckled, waving his hand dismissively as he slid on the couch next to (Y/N), putting an arm around her. It was common for fire ghouls to run hotter than others, and she could feel his body heat through her clothes, just warm enough to be comfortable. In a way, it almost felt like she was sitting with her back to a fire.

“Yes,” Dew said nonchalantly, a grin blooming on his face. “But now we have our favorite human here to play with us. Should be much more interesting.” He cackled, failing miserably to continue to keep the vape from Swiss as the ghoul finally wrestled it from his hands.

Oh. So that's why he wanted to play.

“We’ll join.” Cirrus spoke up from the corner, Cumulus nodding in agreement. “We were getting a bit bored anyway.”

The girls getting involved would certainly make the game interesting, as they didn’t tend to shy away from much of anything, even if it was of a perverted nature. Sunshine wasn’t here tonight, and she didn’t know whether to be thankful the ghoulette wasn’t here to subject her to embarrassing questions or feel disappointed she wasn’t included.

One by one the ghouls agreed to play, some slightly reluctant at first to join. Even Mountain agreed to play after a few moments, and the fact that the soft spoken earth ghoul was interested was a surprise in itself.

A few minutes later, everyone had formed a circle in the middle of the room. (Y/N) sat comfortably with Swiss and Cirrus on either side of her, close enough that their legs were brushing hers slightly. Scanning the circle, she spoke up, looking pointedly at Dew.

“So how do we decide who goes first?”

Dew paused before pulling a green bottle from the nearby coffee table, chugging the rest of it’s contents before setting it down on the floor horizontally, the glass making a soft ding.

“Maybe this’ll work?” He suggested, giving the bottle a test spin before grinning. “Oh yeah.”

As he spun the bottle, everyone waited with bated breath, wondering who would get the honor (or horror) of being the first to go.

[m0rbidmacabre]

Chapter 4

Summary:

Copia wakes up with plans to spend the day reading in the library and hopes to see Celestina. He encounters the Cardinal and a strange man, Papa Emeritus 2, who observes him without saying much. Copia later meets Celestina and they decide to take a walk in the woods. They share their first kiss and discuss their future together. However, Copia is abruptly informed that he is being sent to an abbey in Europe for further studies, leaving Celestina behind. Copia packs his things, writes a letter to Celestina, and leaves the orphanage. He is escorted by a masked ghoul to the abbey, where he feels a mix of excitement and sadness about his new life.

Notes:

I'm sorry guys, this is a long and hard one. It was only inevitable that this was going to happen. please don't be sad. ILU, ILU <3 BUCKLE UP...

Ao3 link - Read Here

Chapter 4

Copia woke on what seemed like normal day. They had free time today and he was planning on spending it in the library reading books. He was also hoping to see Celestina, hoping they could share a few hours reading together.

Copia dragged himself out of bed, his eyes heavy and his brain still fuzzy from his slumber. He got himself dressed quickly, not wanting to waste his day. “Come on Ratto, let’s go to the library” he said to the small rat, picking him up with ease and placing him on his shoulder.

His little best friend was never far away from him these days, they spent all their time together and they both would not have it any other way. They were good for each other, and they both loved the companionship of the other.

Arriving at the library he found his usual spot, sitting next to his own little library of books, and sat cross-legged with his head in his book. The morning light was drifting in through the windows and he let out a sigh. He could happily spend all day here; he was happy in this space. He knew no one would bother him and he can spend it wrapped in some mystical land or reading historic texts about days gone by.

It was not long before he heard the library door open, he looked over the top of his book to see the Cardinal walk in with a strange-looking man. He was wearing green robes which made him look important and his face painted in Papel paints. Copia thought he must be one of the church heads, who was here to look around the building and checking up on the work of the siblings and Cardinal. He looked back down at his book as the two drew closer to him.

“Copia…” the Cardinal said clearing his throat to get his attention.

Copia looked up from his book, his eyes darting between the two men. Copia thought to himself that he wanted to show off his brightest student to the robed man from the church, he was out to impress him. Which made Copia roll his eyes inwardly.

“Copia, this is Papa Emeritus 2...” the Cardinal said introducing him to the stoic man stood in front of him.

Copia got to his feet and dusted himself off… the small rat running into his pocket for safety and offered his hand to Secondo.

“Papa, hi... Pleased to meet you, I am… Copia”. He smiled and offering his hand.

The man just stood looking at him as if he were observing some animal in a zoo, his face so straight and without emotion that you could not tell even for a moment what he was thinking. It was like he was studying him, and Copia had no idea why. He was no different to any of the other orphans here... Just an ordinary boy, with no family... He just existed.

It took a moment, but the man finally said Hello in return, although you could tell it took him a lot to get the words out, his voice was horse and was followed with a small cough. He never took Copias hand. A few moments later the man announced that he had seen enough, and they turned and left. It left Copia confused by the whole situation, it was just strange, and something did not feel right about it. He was beginning to wonder if something were going on that nobody was telling him, it could be that the church had heard about his fights with Marco, and he was in trouble...  but he shrugged it off all the same. Whatever it is, I am sure it will reveal itself in time and as much as he hoped he wasn’t in trouble, there was no grantees. Copia sat back down and returned to his book. His mind racing from the interaction but the safety of the book lulling him back to comfort.

It wasn’t long until the door opened again. Copia didn’t look up from his book this time, he thought if he kept his head down, no one else would bother him.

In that moment Celestina came bounding over to him.

“Hi Copia, what are you doing?” she said sitting herself down next to him, grabbing his arm and tucking it in her own.

“Oh nothing, just reading... What else is there to do?” Copia responded with boredom in his voice.

“Well, if you're that bored… We could take a walk into the woods behind the church, its lovely outside…” Celestina suggested.

Copia looked up at her and met her smiling gaze. He didn’t want to leave the library in truth, but he wanted to spend some time with her while they had free time to do what they wanted. So, he nodded in agreement. “Okay, but we take lunch… I skipped breakfast” he said holding his rumbling stomach.

Celestina smiled a bright toothy smile back at him, as if she had just won a prize at the circus. “Yay... Okay, I’ll grab us some sandwiches... Meet you by the gate in half an hour?” she said standing to her feet and rushing out the library door before Copia could even answer. It made him smile. She was so sweet that even when he was having trouble keeping his thoughts straight, she was the perfect cure for it.  His short life had been a lonely one, and she made things feel less like he was alone in the world.

He got to his feet and peeked into his pocket to check on Ratto, fast asleep. He smiled. Popped his books back into their organised piles and walked out the library door towards the gates to meet Celestina.

He reached the gate and looked around; it was quiet out today. Even the birds sounded like they were taking a break from singing. The sun was high, and it was warm. The sun illuminating his pale skin and making his eyes sparkle more than they normally would. It was nice to feel the air on his skin, maybe Celestina was right, maybe this would be good for him. it wasn’t long until she arrived, whipping Copia out of his mind and back into her.

“Let's go…” she said with excitement “I've got sandwiches...” she tapped her pocket with a smile.

Copia wrapped his arm into hers and they set off walking into the woods. It wasn’t long until she was running ahead of him, balancing on rocks and hunting for whatever treasures the woods held within. She looked happy, in her element, and that made Copia happy. They found a small tree by the river to nestle under and it wasn’t long until they were discussing all the universe had to offer. Celestina pulled the sandwiches from her pocket and tossed a bundle over to Copia. They unpacked them and sat eating, celestina resting her head on Copias chest as they sat in silence listening to the world going by.

“Do you think it’s always going to be like this Copia?” she asked...

“Like what? What do you mean?” he replied, a small smile forming on his face.

“Us, together... Like this” she said in a quiet voice, obviously embarrassed by her confession.

Copias smile widened. “If that’s what you want. I’m here” he said pushing his hands through her hair, comforting her.

She looked up at him and her eyes widened, sparkling in the sunlight and she closed the gap between them. Their lips meeting for the first time, in a soft comforting embrace. In that moment the world faded away, and all Copia could think about was how they were going to take on the world together. Celestina, Ratto and him, together forever. They sat there till dusk talking about what they could do in the future. Copia holding her in his arms, thumbing circles into her wrist as they spoke.  They both knew that they wanted to stay within the satanic church, they both knew they wanted to continue their studies and that was enough for now, their relationship could blossom as they grew together.

As dusk approached, Copia wrapped his arms around Celestina and told her that it was time they headed back to the church before anyone reported them both missing. They picked themselves up out of the comfort of the bubble they had created and walked back towards the church, arriving as it was teatime and they headed to get there evening meal. Spaghetti. Copia thanked his lucky stars that it was his favourite and piled the spaghetti high. They sat together, enjoying the last few hours of the day before a sister approached them.

“Copia, are you finished? The cardinal needs to speak with you?” she said to him.

Copia looked at her in interest... “What does he want with me? Twice in one day? That’s more than I’ve seen him all month?” he questioned.

“I'm sure it’s nothing Copia, follow me” she said.

Copia got to his feet and looked back at Celestina with a sad smile, sad that today had ended in him being called away but praying to the dark lord that he wasn’t about to be shouted at for fighting.

They arrived at the Cardinals office and the sister looked at Copia, she had a sad smile on her face. He didn’t know why she would look at him like that… but he smiled back at her as he walked through the door.

“Copia, please... Come in, sit.”

Copia took a seat across the desk from the Cardinal.

“Cardinal, have I done something wrong?” he asked.

“No, no boy. Nothing wrong at all…” he put Copia's mind at ease.

“But I do have some news, as you remember this morning you met Papa Emeritus 2, he is the head of the satanic church, as I'm sure you are aware. I have been conversing with him about your studies and your interest in learning…

He’s requested that you be moved to the main abbey in Europe, and that you continue your studies there at the abbey”. the Cardinal announced...

Copias eyes widened... His thoughts racing a million miles an hour. “But what, what about my friends? What about Celestina?” Copia gasped out a reply.

“Your pet is yours to keep... But your friend Celestina, she is in our care and will remain so”.

“I can’t leave her... I can’t leave her here alone”. He said become distressed.

“Unfortunately, Copia, you have no choice in the matter. This is for the best. You leave tomorrow morning... I suggest you go and pack your things” the Cardinal answered becoming short with him.

“But, but... What's the hurry? But... but... Why me?”  Copia cried out, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

“Papa wants you there as soon as possible, so you can settle into your studies. You’re smart Copia, you should thank the dark lord that he has chosen this path for you. Now, go pack your things, I will send someone to collect you in the morning” The Cardinal answered.

“So, I don’t even get to say goodbye?” Copia asked him.

“This is a matter of urgency Copia...” he answered, ending the conversation.

Copia got to his feet and opened the door, leaving without another word... He did not think he would be able to muster another word anyway. Copia felt defeated, as though his world was collapsing around him. It appears the moment his life was starting to click into place that the universe had other ideas. It broke his heart to think that he could not say goodbye to Celestina, but the church would allow him to write to her at least. At least then he would be able to explain why after they had just shared their first kiss that he had disappeared. He did not want her to think this was his doing, he did not want her to think bad of him. He cared for her, and she was all he wanted.

He walked back to his dorm in silence, sniffling out a small cry and trying to hide his face from people he passed, he did not want them to see him like this, he didn’t want them to see him weak. He closed the dorm door behind him and stood with his back against the door. Looking around at his things and everything he had collected in his short life; it was all in this room.

He should be happy that the head of the satanic church has taken notice of him, that he was going somewhere his intelligence could be applied, where he could learn more than he ever thought possible, but he couldn’t be, he couldn’t be happy because he was leaving behind one of the only things in his life, he had grown close too.  Running his hands through his mousey brown hair he started to gather his books, his journals full of his studies and what little clothes he had. He collected Ratto’s box with his scarf inside. Laying down on his bed... Drifting into a deep slumber, complete exhaustion took over.

Copia woke in the middle of the night, dripping in sweat, the lingering nightmare he was having following him to his wake. Instead, it was not just his nightmare this time, it was his reality. What would have been a dream of a new life some months ago had now turned sour. He looked over at his clock, it had just passed mid-night. He sat up on the bed and looked across the room at his things that he had packed. The moon light casting a faint glow throughout the room, he sighed deeply and grabbed one of his journals and started to write.

C,

I am so sorry; they did not give me chance to come and say good-bye. They have moved me to the abbey in Europe to help me further my studies. Papa Emeritus has requested. I know its sudden. They would not let me stay; I did try but the cardinal would not listen. I will try to write when I get to the abbey. I promise I will not forget about you; I will come back for you, I promise.

C

He teared out the page and folding it into a small little square and wrote a big C on the front, he stood for a moment thumbing the pages as if she would somehow feel his comfort. He began digging through his books, he found the copy of Dante’s Inferno and placed it in the pages. He knew she would look for something that reminded her of                                        him, he knew she would remember when she laughed at him for reading Dante’s Inferno and right now, he could only think of the time she helped clean his wounds after a beating from Marco. She was smart enough; He was sure she would find it. He lay back down on his bed and placed the book on his chest and as he did, he drifted back off to sleep.

Morning soon came with a rough knock on the door, it did not sound like the regular sister that would normally arrive if they needed something. Copia lifted his head and brushed his hair out of his face...

“Come in…”

a tall figure walked into the room, masked... He looked at Copia as if he were examining him.

“Excuse me, I’m here to collect your things” the ghoul said to him.

“Oh… “Copia said and looked over at his things.

The ghoul nodded and picked up his things in one swoop, it looked pitiful that all he had was a bag and a box of books to his name.

Copia sighed as the ghoul looked back at him.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine.” the ghoul said to him trying to smile but it wound up looking a little concerning. Like a wounded animal, more than a smile. The ghoul looked young for a ghoul, maybe he was just getting used to being earthside.

Copia looked up at him and tried to smile back.

“Are you ready??” The ghoul said to Copia as Copia straightened his clothes…

“Si, Si… Let us go” Copia said as he walked over to his desk, placing the book down. Knowing full well that one of the sisters would come in and take it back to its rightful place. He knew Celestina, He knew she would find it.

He followed the ghoul through the church and out towards a black car that looked statelier and grander than he had ever seen before. Nobody came to greet him or say goodbye. He took one last look at the church, taking in every small detail, gazing at the windows as if to see Celestina appear.

The ghoul opened the car door and Copia got inside. The ghoul got into the front of the car and looked back at Copia in the mirror, started the engine and off they set off into Copias new life. Copia had left the place he called home for all his life, he was off somewhere new… somewhere he did not know, somewhere he knew no one. His stomach churned and the thought made him feel sick.

When they arrived at the airport, Copia noticed again that the plane they were using was not a normal plane that would carry hundreds of passengers, of course he had never flown in a plane, but this was small, a private charter. They were certainly going out of their way for a small orphan boy, Copia thought to himself. He settled into his seat and after the ghoul had loaded his belongings, he sat across from Copia as the plane took off.

Copia looked at the ghoul who was eyeing him through his mask, he thought this might be a suitable time to strike up conversation.

“So, what’s your name?” he asked the ghoul.

The ghouls’ eyes narrowed, and he smiled “Oh that doesn’t matter…”

Copia felt shot down and looked down at his hands.

The ghoul noticed “Really, its ok. you do not need to know. Just call me ghoul...” He laughed.

Copia looked back up at him... “A nameless ghoul? Don’t you want your own identity?” he smiled…

The ghoul just smiled back him and Copia got the hint and pulled out his book, His small rat running out onto his knee, looking for comfort.

“Oh, what’s that, a stow away?” The ghoul said eyeing the small rodent.

“This is my friend, Ratto. He is my little travel companion” Copia said looking down at the small brown rat.

“Would he like a cracker?” The ghoul said, pulling out a packet of crackers from thin air.

“I’m sure he would love that...”  Copa smiled at the ghoul, taking the cracker from him.

Copia broke up the cracker into little pieces and placed it on his lap, where Ratto tucked into his breakfast. He picked his book back up and started to read, glancing every now and then back at the Ghoul who’s eyes where transfixed on the rat. After a few hours the plane came to a halt, they had landed. Copia looked out of the small window to see the same type of car waiting. He placed Ratto back in his pocket with the remaining crumbs of the cracker. They climbed into the black car, and they set off again.

 It was evening by the time they arrived at the abbey, it was starting to get dark. The outside of the abbey was very well lit, it looked like something you would see in a gothic painting Copia thought to himself. A high pointed window with stained glass depicting Lucifers fall from heaven, letting its colours spill out into the front court of the abbey, it looked stunning, and he was amazed. He was a far cry away from the orphanage now, and he could tell.

[walaskart]

Say It Second

Going on tour with Ghost was one of the best experiences of your life.

Before the tour, Copia stood in the ministry in front of a crowd of excited sisters, ready to read off the name of the singular nun who would join that tour. That position was such an honor that every sister hoped for. As Copia unfolded his paper with that sister’s name, you closed your eyes and crossed your fingers, just hoping, praying, that this year…

It was you.

You opened your eyes to all the others turning and staring your way, some jealous, some angry, some just happy for you.

“Ah, sister! If you please,” Copia stood waiting for you. “We have much preparations to do.”

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Your job turned out to be the right hand of the ghouls, assisting them with anything they needed and because of that, you grew quite close to them over the course of the tour. Besides the sparse requests of help with their instruments or costumes, you found that your job was just to talk. The ghouls just wanted time to sit and chat with someone that wasn’t Papa between shows and you couldn’t blame them for that. When you first met the ghouls, they were all welcoming and friendly but one of them was something else. Aether. You weren’t one to pick favorites but when you first met him, when he reached his hand out to shake yours. You knew. As you took his hand, he grinned and said, “Welcome to the band, doll.” Every time you saw him after that, you would smile because just being around him made you happy, his nicknames gave you butterflies, his hugs made you blush. He would tell you all the secrets to the band and its members, he’d make short songs for you and play them on his guitar, and every night before the show he would find you and give you one of his spare guitar picks, “A lucky charm, for my lucky charm,” he would say before he ran off to take his place on stage. You saved every single one.

Over the course of the tour, the two of you became inseparable. Sitting next to each other for every meal, napping together in the tour bus on the way to the next arena, practically holding hands whenever you walked together. You both ignored that the tour was coming to an end, with just four shows left, you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could before you returned to your old job at the ministry and some other sister would take your place next tour. Every time you thought this, you just pushed it away and found comfort in the now, surrounded by Papa and the ghouls.

Working with the ghouls, of course, was your favorite part of the job. But the second? Getting to watch each show, every night, against the barrier. Each night, you took your place to watch the show, and each night, the ghouls found you and tried to get your attention.

When the show ended and you made your way backstage, Aether was always the first ghoul to greet you, running for you to sweep you up into a hug.

“Another amazing job, everyone!” You would yell as Aether pulled you in tighter. Sometimes, you would lower your voice so just Aether could hear you as he held you. “You did fantastic tonight, Aether.”

Tonight, when Aether finally lets you go, you reciprocate with a kiss on his forehead, then run off to find Papa and make sure all the hotel plans of the night are in order, like usual.

You find him pacing and mumbling to himself in his dressing room, still in his skull paint and last outfit of the night.

“Papa?” You take a step in.

“Ah! Sorella!” He stops pacing to look at you. “There is an issue.”

That could mean anything. You stand quietly for him to continue.

“The hotel. They didn’t… Per amore di Satana… there are not enough rooms.”

“Oh! Well, that’s not so bad. You had me worried for a second.” You walk over to take his blue suit jacket off, placing it on a coat hanger and into his trunk. “You clean up and I will take care of the sleeping arrangements, okay?”

“Si… si. Thank you, sister.” As you begin to leave the room Papa called after you. “Don’t you dare put me with Sodo!”

After calling the hotel, you found out there are just enough rooms for the crew, staff, and members of Ghost, just if everyone doubled up. Some of the rooms had two twins, some only had one queen, but you would make it work. You already gave the crew and staff their sleeping arrangements, now it was time to deal with the ghouls.

You found them all, celebrating another successful show in their shared dressing room.

After getting their attention, you explain the situation. “So now you just have to pick who you’re spending the night with." Aether raises his hand, but Sodo speaks first.

“Me and Swiss will pair up.”

“Okay,” You give them the address to the hotel and their room key. “You can wait in the bus.”

Aether opens his mouth but before he could speak, Cirrus interrupts, saying, “Sunshine and I will share a room.”

“Thank you, Cirrus,” You hand her their room key. “You can join Sodo and Swiss on the bus.” After she and Sunshine leave, you call Mountain up. “You’ll be staying with Papa,” You hand him the room key. “If he asks, say you volunteered.” You both laugh as he leaves the room to go to the tour bus.

Again, Aether opens his mouth to speak but you continue talking. “Oh, Aether. Would you like to share a room?” Luckily you said what he’d been trying to say for the last few minutes.

“Yeah. Sounds perfect.” He smiles, takes the room key, and begins to walk out of the dressing room. “See you soon, love.”

His nicknames always left you blushing with a smile on your face. Quickly, you collect your thoughts and finish. “Rain, Cumulus, that leaves you two.” They nod and take the room key from you.

When the room is empty, you begin to look around, making sure the ghouls took everything with them and left no mess. 15 minutes later, you find yourself with a hand full of hair elastics, guitar picks, and spare parts for the ghouls’ helmets. You turn around to leave and see Aether in the doorway.

“You were taking a while so,” He steps closer and takes his guitar picks from your hand. “I came back to check you were doing alright. Sorry for the mess, doll,” he chuckles.

You shove whatever else you are holding into your pocket to give to the ghouls later. “Thank you… for that, Aether.” You enjoy these moments alone where it’s just you and your favorite ghoul. “Let’s not keep them waiting any longer then.”

“Agreed.” Aether takes you by the hand and starts walking. He looks down at you, smiling at your blushing face. “You know how much we depend on you.”

“Well don’t get too used to me.” You look away from him, just keeping your gaze forward as you walk. “I’ll be back at the ministry soon and then next tour, you’ll have a new sister to depend on.”

You let go of his hand as you reached the tour bus, opening the door for him to enter first.

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When you reached the hotel, all the ghouls ran off to their rooms with their partners, leaving just you, Aether, and Papa standing in the hotel lobby.

You sigh, going to the desk to check in. As you wait in line, you gently elbow Aether to get his attention. “Hey, you can go ahead and get settled. You don’t have to wait for me.”

Aether looks to the elevators then back at you. “Are you sure?” You nod. “Alright. Here, let me take your bag, love.” So he does, slinging it across his shoulder and leaves, going to find your shared room.

After you finish checking in, you get a call from him as you walk to the elevators. “Hello? Aether?”

“Yeah, so-” As the elevator doors close, the connection of the call starts to fail.

“Aether? Can you hear me?”

“Issue- One- Okay? Is that-” The elevator doors open to your floor and you step out.

“Aether, I’m walking to the room now, just tell me when I get there.” You end the call and find your door. Before you get a chance to take out your room key, Aether opens the door for you. He stands there in pajama pants and a David Bowie t-shirt, phone in hand from just calling you.

“I was trying to say,” He starts. You step into the room, just ready to crash after a long day. “We have to share, there’s only one bed.” You look to the bedroom and surely enough, you got one of the rooms with just one queen sized bed.

“Well.” You went to get your bag off the chair in the corner where Aether placed it. “I don’t mind sharing- if you don’t.” You unzip it and pull out your pajamas and everything you need for your nightly routine.

“No, I’m okay, yeah that’s fine.” Aether starts looking from you to the bed nervously. You don’t know why he was so anxious, it’s not like you’re some stranger to him.

“Great, just give me a second to get ready, okay, Aether?” You start walking to the bathroom to change and get ready for the night.

Closing the door behind you, you sighed. As you change into your pajamas, you couldn't help but think of Aether. You felt bad having him stuck in this situation without a say. You look in the mirror, seeing yourself in shorts and a band tank top, the one Aether got you by sneaking into the merch stand before the show. You remember the day he gave it to you, along with a beanie, saying, “Now you’ll have something to remember me by when all this is said and done.” You remember replying, “How could I ever forget you?” Again, you sigh and take your toothbrush out of its case to finish getting ready for the night.

Aether, on the other side of the door was pacing and thinking just as many nervous thoughts. The main one was, Will Rain tell you Aether asked to switch rooms with him? After a few minutes he settles down, laying on the bed and waiting for you.

When you step out of the bathroom, you see Aether laying on the bed, facing away from you. You assume he is asleep and let a breath of relief out as you turn off all the lights in the room. You lay next to him, on your back. As you pull the covers over yourself, you hear a whisper.

“Doll?”

“Who else, Aeth?” You chuckle.

He laughs quietly back. You turn your neck to look at the back of his head as he speaks. “I’m not taking up too much room am I? I can sleep in the chair if you-”

“No, Aether, you’re fine.” Now was the time. Now you could take your shot. You could tell him how much you wanted him to hold you, how much you want to say how you feel. “...Goodnight.” Instead you stay quiet.

“Goodnight, love.” Aether pauses for a moment, then rolls over to face you. “What if you could stay?”

“Hmm?” You open your eyes and roll to your side to face him. “In bed?”

“No, doll.” He chuckles before continuing. “With us. Be on our team permanently.”

“Did Papa say that?” Of course you want to stay.

“No, I’m saying it. I could ask him but the ghouls, we- I want you to stay.” Aether reached out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. “Not even on tours. You could work for us in the ministry. And when you’re not working… Well, you could spend more time with me.” His hand stays on your face, caressing your cheek.

“Aether…”

“You don’t have to answer now, I was going to save this idea till the last day but-”

“I want to. I would love to.”

Aether pulls you into his arms, holding you like he wanted no one else to take you from him.

“Good. Good. Okay.” Aether smiles, full of glee. “I’ll tell Papa tomorrow.”

"Aether-” You begin but Aether interrupts. It’s like he knew what you are about to say, and he wants to say it first.

“Doll, I love you.”

You reach to put your hand on the back of Aether’s neck, pulling him into a kiss.

As you pull away after a few moments, you take a moment to catch your breath.

“I wanted to say that first.”

Aether presses his lips against yours again and again and again. Between quick kisses, he whispers, “Say it second.”

Your face is red and flushed as he stops for a moment, needing to hear the next words out of your mouth.

“Aether-“

“Yes, my love?”

“I love you.”

[iamthecomet]

Here's a thought, pillow princess mountain having sex in a garden surrounded by flowers~ ;)

Surrounded by the prettiest most beautiful flowers of them all UwU

Just like him and his lover.

basking in a beautiful experience.

day or night, either way what bliss~

This is basically a full fic at this point.

I'm not sorry.

Some weird ghoul magic/full moon nonsense below the cut

and also smut, duh.

It's rare that a full moon falls on the Solstice. Rare enough that it catches Mountain off guard. The moon always does weird things to the ghouls. Rain usually is the most affected. Pulled from his bed by some unknown force and out to the lake, or into someone else's bed. Drawn by the pull of the moon like a tide. Mountain's spent enough full moon nights with Rain to know that it's an all-night affair, exhausting, exhilarating. They can all feel it coming. Dew withdraws, disappears for days at a time, locked in his room. Moodier than usual, sullen, withdrawn. The girls get restless. Sunshine accidentally lights Papa's blinds on fire. Cumulus and Cirrus take to the orchards and don't come back for hours. Swiss gets snappy. His usually easy temper turned short. Aether is the only one of them not affected. Like whatever magic that lives inside of him is above and apart from the moon. Mountain envies it. Because right now it feels like his body is trying to tear itself apart from the inside. It's not painful. But something low in his gut is trying to tell him something. It's never strong like this. On full moons he usually spends his time with his plants, tending to them, listening to them. It quells the need in his muscles enough to get by.

But he's been in the greenhouse all day and the only thing that's happened is he's gotten more restless. The plants are good, blooming, flourishing under the new summer sun. The moon is high in the sky when Mountain really realizes how bad it is. He brushes dirt from his hands and intends to go to bed and finds the idea makes his body scream.

When he takes stock of his own body he finds himself rock hard in his sweatpants. Aching. No stimulation needed. Now that he isn't distracting himself with magic and plants his need is acute. It's not a heat or a rut. His are on impenetrable schedules. He's got another month. And it doesn't feel the same, there's nothing primal tugging at his brain stem begging for blood and a chase.

He just wants-- He catches movement out of the corner of his eye, through the greenhouse walls. It's Rain, long legs carrying him towards the lake. His pale skin glowing under the moonlight. Mountain doesn't think, all logical thought fled the second he became aware of his own body again. He throws open the door and calls for Rain. Stepping out of the greenhouse and into the garden that surrounds it as he does. It's cool out. Spring still clinging to its last breath. Rain turns to look at him. Then without hesitation jogs over to him. He runs an unsteady hand through his curls when he gets close. "Mount? What are you still doing out here?" "Lost track of time. And something...somethings weird with the moon, I feel--"

"Solstice."

"What?"

"The solstice makes it extra weird. Stronger. I don't know. It sucks. Swiss almost bit Sunshine's finger off. Dew hasn't spoken a word to anyone all day and I--" Rain cuts himself off. There's enough moonlight cast over his face that Mountain can see him blush. "You what?" Rain looks away. "You know what. All day. Nothing helps. It's like--" "Being in heat, except not?" Rain's eyes snap to his. And then Rain is on him, curling his long arms around Mountain's neck and kissing him with full force. Tongue licking into Mountain's mouth, hands digging into his hair. Rain pushes him back, off of the path towards a softer patch of grass amidst freshly bloomed irises. Rain catches him off guard, and before Mountain knows it he's on his back on the ground with a lap full of needy water ghoul. Rain's mouth never leaves his, tongue plundering. Rain tastes like fresh water, cool, refreshing. Mountain feels like he's been without water for days, parched. He curls his fingers around the back of Rain's neck and drags him closer. Rain's hips roll over his, he grinds down and Mountain can't think about anything except getting Rain out of his pants and sinking into him. He wants it now, he wants it five minutes ago. He fumbles with Rain's sweatpants, pulling until Rain laughs into his mouth and pulls away. Rain's steady when he shifts up to pull his pants off, then he gets to work on Mountain's. His hands move with ease. Mountain's body is shaking.

"How are you so calm?" Mountain pants. Rain looks up at him, head tipped to the side, fingers pausing on the button of Mountain's jeans. "I'm used to it." It's simple, easy. Rain doesn't elaborate, just finishes undoing Mountain's pants and slides them down to his thighs, not even bothering to pull them all the way off. Mountain sits up. He can't just lay back and take it right? that's bad etiquette, but Rain pushes him back to the ground with a hand on his sternum. "Relax, Mount. I've got you."

Rain makes quick work of stretching himself. Mountain can see the slick on his fingers as he scissors them in and out of himself. Mountain feels impossibly warm despite the cool air. His cock jumps against his stomach as he watches Rain work himself over. Fangs worrying his plush bottom lip. Mountain isn't used to letting someone else make all of these decisions. But Rain isn't allowing him any forward motion. He's pinned to the ground by Rain's gaze. By his insistence that he will help Mountain through whatever this is. He's helpless to it. Rain curls his wet fingers around Mountain's cock and strokes him, once, twice, Mountains' head thumps back against the grass hard. Pleasure rolling through him, already too much. It's only a hand, how's he going to handle it when-- He misses the moment Rain straddles him, rocketing back up the second he feels the press of his cock against Rain's hole. Rain sinks down, only an inch or two and Mountain has to touch him. He reaches out, putting a hand on each hip, digging blunt nails into his skin. He tries to keep calm, keep steady. His body screams at him to thrust up, to rock into Rain's tight body, and take what he needs. He grits his teeth. He waits. Rain sinks down the rest of the way, a broken sigh leaving his mouth as he does. He barely gives either of them time to adjust before he's rocking his hips, rolling Mountain's cock against his prostate and whining. He clenches hard around Mountain and Mountain swears his vision fails for a second. It has never been like this. Never felt like this.

Rain tips his head back up towards the sky. Moonlight washes over his skin. His precum glitters as it drips onto Mountain's stomach. Mountain uses a slow push and pull of his fingers to guide Rain how he wants him. But mostly Rain does all the work. Bouncing with slow, leisurely, strokes. All Mountain can do is watch Rain, take in the undulations of his body as he gives Mountain everything he has. Mountain drags his fingers over Rain's side, across his ribs, to rest up between his pecs. "Pretty," Mountain pants." Rain looks down at him, flushed and breathless. He laughs. "What about you, Sunflower?" Rain reaches down, he cards his hand over Mountain's hair, between his horns, and Mountain is suddenly hit with the smell of flowers. Hyacinth, lilac, roses. He smells summer. Rain comes back with a flower between his fingers, plucked from somewhere behind Mountains' horns no doubt, a deep purple violet. "You're a bouquet," Rain murmurs. Mountain feels his face flush. Rain laughs again, he reaches up to touch what must be more fresh flowers. "C'mon Rain," Mountain pouts, rocking his hips up to get his point across. Rain can play with the flowers in his hair later. Right now he wants to cum. Needs it. Rain rolls his eyes but there's no malice in it. Instead, he sets a pace that makes the breath rush from Mountain's lungs. It's not long before Mountain's toes are digging into the grass, and Rain is whining with each downward stroke. Mountain reaches for him, wraps a hand around his slick cock, and strokes him in time with Rain's thrusts. It's only a few more moments before Rain is bowing in on himself and clenching down hard on Mountain. Spilling hot and thick over Mountain's stomach. Mountain follows right on his heels, roaring with his release. Rain collapses, his head pressed against Mountain's chest as they both gasp for breath. Rain looks up at him and starts to laugh softly. "What?" "You're more flowers than hair." Mountain scowls, changing the subject before he allows himself to be embarrassed about it. "Do you feel better?"

Rain pulls off of Mountain's softening cock and stretches his lanky body, curling it against Mountain's like a cat. "Yes. Do you?"

Mountain nods. He does. The ache in his gut is gone, the pull and drag. The moon casts ethereal light on them. Rain reaches up to pluck another flower from Mountain's head, this time a bunch of lilacs. Rain brings them to his nose and inhales deep, sighing. "If I knew that was going to happen I'd do this more often." "Don't make fun of me," Mountain says quietly, eyeing the lilacs in Rains' fingers. Rain spins them, he turns his too blue eyes to Mountain's his face twisted in confusion. "I'm not," Rain says softly. "I love it. You're always calling the rest of us pretty, but look at you. Beautiful." Mountain bites the inside of his cheek, then pulls Rain up into a soft kiss, pulling Rain down so their foreheads rest together.

"Next full moon, right here." Mountain promises. Rain grins. "It's a date."

[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

Kinktober Day 4: Bondage (Mountain x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 4 of Kinktober! I love my big boys, Mountain is absolutely divine in every way, this was so fun I hope you enjoy! 🖤

WARNINGS: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, ADULT CONTENT, Bondage, soft dom Mountain, praise, fingering, pussy eating, multiple orgasms, size kink if you squint, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare, Fem! Reader, AFAB! Reader, use of good girl, swearing, I think that's it, let me know if I missed any!

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You squealed at the feeling of Mountain's enormous hands sliding over the curve of your ass, you pulled the collar of his shirt to bring him closer for another kiss. You sat straddling his lap, the movie you had put on long forgotten background noise as the two of you made out in his dimly lit quarters. You hum seductively as you roll your hips against the growing bulge in his pants, earning a soft groan from your partner. "Someone's getting excited." You giggle, wiggling your hips in a way that makes Mountain's breath audibly catch.

"Can you blame me?" He asks, his eyes dark with lust. He gives your ass a gentle squeeze, hungrily eyeing you. His lips trail over your neck, the feeling of his hot breath against your skin causing you to shiver. "You always make it so fucking hard to keep my hands off you Sunbeam." He groans. You moan softly as he nips at your skin, taking his time to stop and leave a trail of dark love bites in his wake. "Such a pretty little thing you are, and you're all mine." He remarks with a pleased sigh. You squeak as he effortlessly flips you underneath him, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Your hands slip under the hem of his shirt, your fingers gently running over the soft skin of his stomach with familiarity. You smile against his lips as you trace down his happy trail, the metal button of his jeans cold against your fingertips. He pulls back slightly with a chuckle. "Now who's excited, hm?" You couldn't help but blush at his teasing tone.

"I want you." You whined, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"So impatient Sunbeam." He pretends to pout. "How am I supposed to have any fun with you?" Despite his playful demeanor it was importable to miss the mischievous glint in his eye. He gently caresses your face, his claws sharp as he holds your chin in his hand. "If only there was some way to ensure you keep your hands to yourself." He pretends to think. You feel your heart start to beat faster, looking up at him seductively.

"Any ideas, Mount?" A smile slowly spreads across your face as you feel a vibe start to wind its way around your ankle.

"Maybe one." He admits coyly. "Sunbeam?"

"Green light." You chirp.

"Remind me of our safe word." He instructs with a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Cosmos." You smile.

"Good girl," he grins down at you. "Let me know if any of these get too tight, sweetness." Mountain focuses, using his Earth Ghoul magic to cause vines to grow in his room. They wrapped around your wrists and ankles at a tantalizing pace. Seemingly satisfied with his work, Mountain asks you one more time for your color before getting started. His hand ghosts over the inside of your thigh, the tiny shorts you had on giving him unrestricted access to your soft, pillowy skin. You couldn't stop a shiver from running down your spine as his lips brushed over your leg, placing delicate kisses everywhere he could reach. He pushes up your shirt, kissing a trail up your stomach, in between the valley of your breasts, and over your collarbones. He removes your clothes as much as he can in your restrained position causing you to laugh. His eyes meet yours, both of your faves cracking into bright smiles as you giggled together.

"It doesn't need to come off, it just needs to be out of the way." He reminds you of his usual mantra whenever you are tied up, both of you are too impatient to take the time to remove your clothes. "You look so pretty all spread out for me." He coos with a sharp smile.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask softly. Mountain obliges instantly, leaning down so his lips could meet yours. You nipped at his bottom lip, he chuckled at your playfully defiant action. Kisses trail along your jawline as he runs his massive paws over your exposed torso. Mountain's hands were warm, a delightful contrast to his slightly chilly room, as they massaged the muscles in your thighs. Your back instinctually arches off the bed aa his hot breath fans over your chest. You could tell from his slow, languid movements that he was planning on taking his time with you, planning on driving you almost to the brink of insanity before fully enveloping you in pleasure only he could provide. He drags a claw through the valley of your breasts, tracing along one of their curves before taking it in his hand. You moan softly as Mountain gently pinches the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers. You squirm against the restraints, trying to push your body further into his, desperate to touch him.

"My poor baby." Mountain chuckles, pushing your hips down into the bed as he drops his mouth to your breast. You gasp at the feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple, soothing the dull ache from his fingers. He pulls off of you with a soft pop, blowing softly on the damp flesh causing you to whine at the sensation. "I hate to break it to you, Sunbeam, but you have a long night ahead of you if you're already this worked up." He returned to assaulting your senses, delighted by the soft cries that fell from your lips as he covered your body in love bites. He squeezes your thigh, fingers trailing up the inside of your leg until he is aggravatingly close to your soaked core before moving them away again.

"So mean, Mounty." You pout, knowing your attempts were futile.

"Uh-uh, little one," he tuts, grabbing your face in his hand. "You know you're not going to get rewarded acting like that." His threat only caused you to become more aroused. He smirked as he watched you try and pull your legs together, desperate for any type of contact. He situates himself between your legs, sliding his arms around your hips to keep you exactly where he wanted you. He places sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your bare skin, alternating with a few bites here and there to ensure no area was left unmarked. You cry out as he licks one firm, long stripe over your clit without warning, your back arching off the bed as he still held your hips completely still. Mountain let's out an obscene groan as the taste of you coats his tongue. Your eyes meet his, the sight of his blown pupils making his normally warm brown gaze pitch black as his senses are entirely consumed by you. He doesn't hesitate before diving back in, one taste of you alone enough to drive him over the edge. He roughly sucks your clit into his mouth, drawing various shapes over the bud with his skilled tongue. Your first instinct was to reach down and tangle your fingers in his hair, only to be snapped back in place by the wines that held your wrist. Mountain growled, your focus returned to him with a whine. You knew that look he had. That look meant that you're not going anywhere until he's finished with you. He teased your entrance with his fingers, humming against you as he felt how utterly soaked you were. "So pretty, my Sunbeam." He lays his head on your pillowy thigh, your arousal dripping off his chin. He drank in the sight of you; your face flushed, your hair sprawled haphazardly across the pillows, your chest rapidly rising and falling as you tried to slow your breathing, Mountain couldn't remember a time when you had looked more beautiful.

"Mounty," you whine, "please."

"Have you been good, Sunbeam?" You nod, his sharp fangs glint in the soft light. He notices tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes. He sunk his long fingers into you, you keened at the sudden fullness, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He watches your expression carefully as he gives you a few preliminary pumps, prepping you to take all of his massive length. He presses one of his large hands flat against your pelvis, allowing him to assault the soft spot inside you that had your vision going black around the edges.

“Mountain.” You sob his name as you feel pleasurable pressure building in your core. You strained against the vines that held you in place. Mountain’s praise crackled like static in your ears as your climax ripped through you, you screamed in pure ecstasy as his fingers fucked you through your high. Mountain was an absolute master at his craft. Expertly tipping you over the edge repeatedly until he reduced you to a sobbing, writing mess beneath him.

You feel his thumb run softly over your bottom lip, puffy from a mixture of his ferocious kisses and you biting at it to attempt, and fail, to keep quiet. “My beautiful Sunbeam, you look just about spent.” He chuckles, caressing the side of your face. You sleepily shake your head.

“Not until you’re satisfied.” You try your best to wink at him, both of you a mess of flustered giggles. You feel the vines loosen around your wrists and ankles, Mountain carefully massages each spot, checking to make sure you’re alright.

“Think you have one more in you, love bug?” You hum softly, reaching out and finally taking your lover in your arms. Your voice cracks in a moan as he eases himself into you. “Fuck you feel so good.” He groans, placing a kiss on your forehead. Your fingers tangle into his hair, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he slowly fucks you. Mountain was a moaning mess in seconds, repeatedly telling you how good you felt and how well you were taking him. You pressed soft kisses to the side of his face, your soft gasps only edging his own climax closer. He was so gentle with you, a sharp contrast from the man who just had you cumming on his tongue and fingers for the past hour. His pace slowly increased until his hips suddenly stuttered to a stop, you moan at the feeling of him finishing inside of you. You hiss slightly as he pulls out of you. Mountain collapses on the bed next to you, opening his arms for you. “Come here Sunbeam, I’ll help you clean up in a minute. You nuzzled into his warm chest, the smell of warm musk and damp earth filling your nose. Mountain strokes your hair as he holds you close to him, you find yourself completely relaxed as you listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. “I love you sweetheart.”

“I love you more, Mount.” You smile up at him.

“I love you most.”

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[her-satanic-wiles]

October 21st

Panties & Lingerie, Swiss x Reader

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Warnings: Lingerie kink; kind of cracked; hella soft; body worship; piv sex; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; marking (someone posted a TikTok like an hour or so after they had sex and they were marked up to the Gods and it put me in a mood okay?); fingering; dry humping; praise kink;

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It started out as a joke - you never thought he’d actually do it. You’d been on tour with the Ghost project Ghouls and Papa for over half of the shows at this point, when you and Swiss had decided to go out and explore the town. You passed a lingerie shop, a very famous one, actually, and as you stepped inside to window shop, Swiss had begun complaining. “You never wear anything like this for me.” “Why don’t I get to unwrap you?” Blah, blah, blah. It was frustrating to say the least.

And so, you said it: “Well, I’ll only wear a set like that if you do.”

You took his silence as him accepting defeat. You took his silence as him letting the subject go. What you didn’t expect was for him to haul ass back to the store and cart his purchases across multiple cities before he finally enacted his plan.

You got back to the hotel room after a bit of solo exploring to find the lights off and smooth jazz playing in the background. Electric candles served as the only source of light in the entire room, and rose petals led the way towards the bed closest to the window. From the entryway of the room, you could see Swiss’ bare feet twiddling to the sound of the music as he waited for you to arrive. The sight you saw as you got further into the room was… well, something.

Swiss lay there on the bed, his left side pressed into the mattress and facing the door so he could see your reaction. In his mouth was a single rose, no doubt pulled of any thorns that may dig into his sensitive skin. His head and beautiful black curls resting on his gorgeous, very large hand while the other rested atop his waist. He was completely bare except for a singular scrap of clothing covering his lower regions. You did a double-take before staring directly at it, unabashedly and unashamed at the length of time it took for you to realise just exactly what it was he was wearing. Panties. Women’s panties. The very same ones he’d pointed out to you in the lingerie store not one week ago. He playfully waggled his eyebrows at you when you’d finally looked back up at his face, a shit-eating grin plastered all across it letting you know that he knew he’d won the bet.

He removed the rose from his mouth. “You ask, baby girl, you receive.” He told you suggestively.

“What? Wh-when did I ask for this? Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it. You look very delectable. But… when?”

He reminded you of what you’d said in the store and with no further comments he put the rose back in his mouth and gestured to a set laid out on the bed at his knees intended for you. The panties were exactly the same as his; same material, brand, set, colour, everything. Except you had a matching bra with harness details - and he fully intended to have you wear it right this second.

When you stepped out the bathroom in the lingerie he’d chosen, his mouth dropped like a cartoon. You could swear you saw his eyes bulge like one. “Satan give me strength,” he said once he’d regained composure - his voice dark and suggestive, “get your fine ass over here immediately.” He lay back so his back rested atop the pillows and his head and shoulders were against the headboard and patted his knee to suggest you straddle his hips. And when he felt your weight on top of him, he let out a groan of appreciation.

Underneath you, he was already at half-mast and the longer he drank in your appearance, the harder he got. Large hands roamed your body admiringly, feeling the softness of your form under his calloused fingertips, and eyes praising every curve and dip they could see. From this position, he could see all of you. There was certainly no hiding from him and the strength of his grip on your hips made damn sure of that.

He sat up, pressing his body against yours and let his lips roam around the available skin they could find. Open mouthed kisses were placed over your chest and breasts, where the cups were just a tad too small for you and had you spilling out of them. He kissed the crook of your neck, a sensitive spot for you which made you sit down just a little and apply pressure to his centre, earning you a thankful groan. The longer his lips stayed there, the more your hips moved, and eventually you found yourself grinding against his hardness and relieving a little bit of the pressure between you. The kisses on your neck and chest turned into licking and sucking until eventually, small bruises decorated your skin and left the flesh tender and sensitive to touch.

Eventually, you felt his hands rush to your hips and dig in, urging you to stop. “Gonna make me cum.” He told you, lips still pressed to your chest and the painting he was creating on your skin. He pulled you down for a kiss and took his free hand to your core, dipping it under your waistband and searching for that bundle of nerves still tingling from the pleasure you’d just felt. Once he found it, he set to work stroking it, working you as much as he could until you would tip over the edge. Neither of you thought it would take long given that you were also relatively close to cumming when you were grinding on him. Thus, he had you finishing and cumming all over his hand within just a few strokes. As you came, your fingernails dug into his bare shoulders and your body almost collapsed onto him. His fingers always knew how to work you perfectly, play you like the instrument he was so skilled in. He knew you so well.

With your hands still on his shoulders, you pushed him down onto the bed giving yourself more room to work. You pulled his panties down just enough to free him from the lace, and moved your own panties to the side before lining yourself up and sinking down. Swiss would usually stretch you out with his thick fingers before his considerable girth went anywhere near your cunt, but today you didn’t have the patience for it. Your hole was practically begging for him, stretched or not, and so you welcomed the bite of him pushing passed your entrance, and relished in the bordered pain that came with him bottoming out inside you.

His own face contorted in response, his eyebrows furrowing at your extra tightness around his length, and a strangled, “fuck!” falling from his throat. His hands gripped your hips again and squeezed, trying to distract himself from the intense feeling that was brewing in his stomach. Your own hands using his chest as leverage and allowing your hips to bounce freely as soon as you felt comfortable doing so.

“That’s it.” He praised, eyes glued to where you were both joined. “Just like that, baby. Fucking ride me just like that. Oh fuck!”

Swiss was, praises that be, on the more vocal side when it came to his pleasure. A little exaggerated at times, sure, but that was only because you relished in how he sounded. Mostly, though, all the noises he made were involuntary. Most of his praises and words he spoke he had no idea he’d even done so unless you felt like you needed to bring it up afterwards. Like the first time he told you he loved you was when you were in this exact position, riding his cock so good it just slipped out. Did he mean it? Absolutely. Was it intentional? Certainly not. Even then, when his eyes were darting between your cunt swallowing him hole and the way your breasts were pushed together by your arms resting on his chest, words just kept falling out.

“One day I’m gonna fuck those tits.” He told you. “Oh, fuck! Pussy feels so fucking good! So tight. Fuck. Not gonna last much longer, baby. Faster! Please, move faster. Just like that. Good girl. Keep fuckin’ going!”

His hands had, at this point, held your hips as still as possible, and in his own desperation to cum, he’d begun thrusting upwards. You were sure he had no idea he was even doing it, that his body had just taken over from the feeling of being so deep inside you. Even so, you let him control the pace, allowed him to take what he needed from your body and whispered sweet nothings in his own ears until it was his turn to cum.

As he let go, the veins on his neck began to stand out from the intense way his body was straining. His breath escaped him as he emptied himself into you, and it was only when some of the intensity had subsided he was able to breathe again. His hips had initially stilled inside you, but the more his orgasm dissipated, the more he could move again, slowly and shallowly thrusting into you until there was nothing left to give.

It took some time for him to regain his breath and his composure, and by the time he had, you were already lay at his side kissing his chest. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer to him. “You’re incredible, you know that?” He asked.

“I try.” You replied. “I gotta go clean up.”

“No stay just a bit longer. I’m too tired to shower.”

You laughed. “You can stay here if you have to.”

“And have you shower without me? No fuckin’ chance.”

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

[alwaysjustmina]

Whispers of Rain

Chapter 14: And I don't want to get in your way

My thanks as always go out to the following:

@kamonart the artwork for this story (check them out on IG

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With his eyes squeezed tightly shut, Dew knew this couldn’t be real. He tried to slow his breathing to keep pace with the ticking of the clock he could hear, willing his heartbeat to decelerate. If he didn’t open his eyes, he could stay in this vague awareness, between the dark and light. Between knowing if Rain was alive or dead. He could feel the tears slip past his clenched eyes. When he thought of Rain, he felt the panic starting to rise in his chest. He needed to just open his eyes, deal with whatever had happened. He continued to will himself to just give him one more moment, one more second in this ignorant bliss.

He felt a body next to him, a hand reaching out to take his own that was clenched in the sheets. Warmth slowly registered that the hand next to him wasn’t the cold realization that death offered. The puff of air that breathed along his neck, had his eyes snapping open.

The sight before him made him gasp, the other eyes meeting his, disrupted out of half sleep. The smile that quirked the corners of his mouth up before noticing the tears falling from Dew’s eyes, his sobs not able to be quieted any longer.

“Dew?” Rain asked softly.

He raised his one hand not holding onto Dew’s hand to brush the tears falling down from his cheeks. Dew leaned into his touch, pushing his face into the palm of his hand. He couldn’t answer him, his voice lost to the pain of the dream.

Rain seemed to understand something had happened, he didn’t push, just gripped Dew’s hand tighter, his smaller grip encompassed in Rain’s larger. He wanted to pull him closer, to encircle him in his embrace, but he knew that Dew had to reach, Dew had to be the one to reach out for him. He would wait. He would wait forever if necessary.

Rain’s hand grounded Dew in the quiet light of the morning. They didn’t speak, they watched the other, eyes caressing where hands hadn’t in so long as the dawn broke the sky, streaming sun across the bed, landing across Rain’s face, Dew’s dull locks shining in the morning sun.

As Dew calmed down further he found himself pressing himself into the quiet solace that Rain offered, molding their bodies together once again. Dew’s head under Rain’s chin, arm around the waist, legs entwined in a resemblance of gnarled tree branches that have forged together over years, if not centuries, unable to bear being separated.

Rain’s hand found Dew’s hair, brushing it back from Dew’s face gently, running his fingers through it. He missed this quiet between them, these moments that they had fought so hard for over the last year.

“Please don’t leave me,” Dew mumbled so quietly that Rain had to question if he heard him correctly.

“Never, I will always be here for you, my Otter. I will always find a way to be near to you, I will always come for you.”

Dew pulled back from their tight embrace to look into Rain’s eyes, maybe to check the validity of his words, not believing himself worth it. Rain watched the heart wrenching thoughts pass over Dew’s eyes, making sure to offer him a smile and to pour all the love he had for him to show in his eyes, in his face, in his caress. He watched the tears continue to fall silently down his face.

“Please don’t cry over thinking I will ever leave you Dew, that is the last thing you need to worry about.”

Dew’s face softened at Rain’s admission, finally believing a small fraction of what he was saying. He knew they needed to talk about everything that happened, he needed to tell Rain his fear. He knew these things, but he just wanted to exist in this moment, they had time.

Rain whispered over and over again how much he loved him as he held Dew in his tight embrace. Dew found himself nuzzling into Rain’s neck, inhaling his scent, placing small kisses along his pulse, without realizing what he was doing. When the two of them were alone together their bodies automatically sought the other out. It was natural, destined. Rain placed kisses along Dew’s cheek and forehead.

They moved to look at each other again, and Dew found himself making the first move. He pushed forward slowly, his eyelids lowered, watching the plush lips before him. He knew when Rain realized what he was he was doing by the sharp puff of air he emitted from his mouth.

“You sure?” Rain asked before their lips met.

Dew didn’t answer, he pressed his mouth to Rain’s. A chaste kiss, pressed together in a silent moment. He felt Rain’s lips twitch into a smile as they were pressed together. He could feel Rain’s hand that was holding his grip the slightest bit harder. The other arm that were wrapped around each other, he felt both of their flesh rise in goosebumps, electricity flowing between their limbs to the other.

It wasn’t a heated kiss by far, both knowing that they wouldn’t take it further. It felt like the first time they touched, the first glance, the first admission of love. It felt like hope, that maybe everything would be ok. Dew wanted to forget everything that happened and just exist the rest of eternity in Rain’s embrace, with the knowledge that they loved each other.

When they finally pulled apart, they exchanged a sigh of contentment and smiled at the other.

“I love you too, my Selkie, always.” Dew breathed out.

They held each other the rest of the morning, until they heard the others start to move in the house. The sound of life, breaking them from this moment of contentment. Knowing they needed to face the day and start to plan for Ifrit’s demise and the eventual thought of going home and starting to heal.

They slowly let go of the other, arms unraveling, bodies moving apart, fingertips the last to touch as they made their way from the bed. Their eyes never left the other as they moved around the room trying to piece together clothes for the day. They only stopped staring when the other stepped into the bathroom to clean up. The one not in the shower waiting outside, standing by the door, the thought of being apart unbearable. When they came back together their hands found the others again. Their fingers entwined, speaking the thoughts that they both couldn’t say out loud yet.

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“Rain, that is a dumb idea,” Eidolon shouted from beside Aether.

Rain sighed deeply in exasperation, would Eidolon ever give him a break? Would he ever stop fighting him? He was absolutely grateful to him for being with Dew and getting him through Ifrit’s torture, offering his friendship (he was not going to think about that kiss that he witnessed between the two of them, he was not), but he secretly wished he could punch him sometimes.

Calm, Rain, calm, he thought to himself not for the first time this morning. Rain had Dew’s hand in his beneath the table, his thumb caressing the others mindlessly. He was trying to ignore the fact that after their quiet morning, he found Dew and Eidolon huddled in a corner in the kitchen whispering quietly to one another, Eidolon’s hand on Dew’s arm. Rain wondered if Dew had shared what had made him cry this morning with Eidolon, and he tried his hardest to cut off those thoughts, he had his time with Dew this morning. Dew would share everything with Rain when he could, he knew he would, but fuck if it didn’t kill something inside of him when he found the two of them together again. As soon as Dew saw Rain enter the kitchen he disentangled himself from Eidolon with a quiet, “I will be fine, thank you,” and a squeeze to his hand before walking over and greeting Rain.

“And what is your idea?” He asked back, as neutrally as possible. He would make an effort for Dew. Eidolon was his friend.

“I wouldn’t ask him to meet me somewhere, that’s for sure, the only way you will be able to get him is to do it by surprise. Otherwise he will be prepared and will do every dirty thing in the book to end you. How can you be that stupid?” Eidolon seethed.

“Eidolon!” Dew and Aether’s voices raised in surprise at the same time, shock evident on both of their faces.

Calm, Rain, calm.

Eidolon didn’t stop though, “Why would you put Dew in this position, of Ifrit destroying you, killing you? Why don’t you care what you do to him?”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

Well that wasn’t calm, was it?

“You are a fucking idiot, that is my problem. You are going to get not just yourself killed, but all of us when your oh so brilliant plan fails, including the one you supposedly love.”

Rain could feel himself gritting his teeth inside his mouth, grinding them together as he tried to remain calm and not fly across this table in the rage he felt inside his entire being. How fucking dare he? Who the hell did he think he was to question his love for Dew? Calm.

“What, you think you can come up with something better?”

“Absolutely, at least my plan wouldn’t get Dew killed. At least it seems like I may be the only one of us concerned with that between you and me.”

Rain quickly rose from his chair, “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” He gripped the wooden frame so hard he knew he was leaving claw marks on the wood.

Eidolon rose from his chair, as well, “You know damn well what that is supposed to mean!”

Aether and Dew looked at each other across the table, not knowing how to diffuse the situation.

“Maybe we should take a breath?”

“Hey, let’s all calm down.”

Aether and Dew spoke at the same time, addressing the person by their side. Neither were listening though.

They tried.

Failed.

“You think you can take care of him better than I can? Is that what this is, Eidolon?”

Eidolon scoffed, “What surprises me, Rain, is that you don’t think the same thing.”

“Oh, cause you did so well protecting him while you were both with Ifrit?”

“Where the hell were you Rain? It was months he was there. All I heard is he stabbed you once or twice, I would have dragged myself from my deathbed to Dew’s side, but no, poor little Rain had to rehabilitate.”

It hit a little too close to home, Eidolon’s words. He knew he failed Dew, he should have been here sooner. The defeat of what Eidolon said, evident on his face clearly.

“Even you think this, Rain, just look at yourself, you know you aren’t anyone’s savior. You play the biggest victim here out of everyone.”

Rain’s mouth hung open as Eidolon continued.

“If Dew finds comfort in my embrace, why would you stop him from seeking it out? You say it is all about Dewdrop, but you continue to make it about you, begging him to not seek me out at night to calm his fears.”

Eidolon continued, “You know your the reason he is here, Ifrit had some kind of vendetta against you, your the reason it got so bad. He wouldn’t have tortured Dewdrop if it wasn’t for you. I heard the things he said to Dew when he was-”

“Eidolon, stop!” Dew shouted, but it wasn’t enough.

Eidolon continued, not missing a breath, “hurting him, hurting him in ways you can’t even fathom. He always made sure to bring you up. Tell me, was it about Dew, or did bring this on him?”

The room suddenly was too quiet, all the air drawn out of the space they were in. Rain couldn’t hear anything, the sound of the wildlife outside had ceased playing on the waters edge, the light had slipped behind the clouds, the ticking of the clock stopped.

He had told him. Dew had told Eidolon. He told him what he had asked him for the other night. He told him.

Maybe Eidolon was right, maybe it was all him? Did he cause this for Dew? How much had things changed since they were together? He never thought Dew would share a private conversation with anyone else. The devastating realization of the bond he now understood Dew had with Eidolon, shattered the hope he felt grow in his chest this morning. He couldn’t look at Dew, he couldn’t look at any of them. He found himself pulling away from the table, removing his hands from the chair, slipping his hand out from under Dew’s that had been placed on top of his.

“Maybe you are right, I will rethink my plans and share it with the group when I make my decision.” He slipped out of the silent room, passing through the house and out the front door, he needed to take a walk. He needed out of there before he broke down in front of them all and it gave Eidolon more fuel to torment him with. He didn’t hear as Dew called out to him, lost in his own thoughts and misery. The words Eidolon had shouted repeating in his head over and over.

Dew stared at Eidolon across the table, he watched his friend's body heaving in anger as he spewed the words Dew had confided in him in private. He knew why Eidolon was doing this, this was his fault. He hadn’t made his feelings clear. Fuck if he even knew exactly what he felt. Rain didn’t deserve his vitriol though, Dew did.

When he heard the door shut behind Rain, he spoke up, “Why would you say that to him?”

“Cause it is the truth.”

“Phan-I mean, Eidolon, you don’t know what it was like at the abbey the last few months either, that wasn’t fair to say to Rain.” Aether said quietly from his side.

“I don’t care, he is an idiot.”

“Eidolon, stop, he isn’t an idiot.” Dew’s voice raising in agitation.

“Yes, he is. You deserve better.”

“STOP. I will not listen to this again.”

“Dew, you know I am-”

“Eidolon, seriously, I am not listening to this anymore right now. I need you to stop.” Dew walked away from the table.

He wandered through the house, finally sitting in the glassed in sunroom, his thoughts consuming him. He waited for Rain for hours to return, but eventually the light outside dimmed and he found himself falling asleep in the chair, once again wishing he had never fallen for Ifrit all those years ago. It would have solved so many things.

Rain returned many hours after leaving the house to the quiet house, Aether sitting at the table in the kitchen by himself. He found himself asking where the others were, Aether said Eidolon was in his room and Dew was in the sunroom waiting for Rain to return.

He wiped his hand over his face in exhaustion before sitting across from Aether. Weren’t they just here a few days ago, was that a week or two ago? He couldn’t remember anymore. He saw Aether itching to say something to him about the earlier conversation, but before he could speak he told him he had a plan.

“I want to leave as soon as possible, Eidolon was right that we need to do this as quickly and quietly as possible.”

“We should get both of them and tell them the plan.” Aether knew Rain was getting ready to do something stupid even as he said this, like not to tell the other two they were going.

“No, I think it is better we go now, I just need to get some things, give me a half an hour.”

“Rain, this is a mistake, you need to talk to Dew.”

“I don’t want to hear it Aether, I just want to get this done so we can get hi-I mean them, back to the abbey and safe.”

He rose from the table to take care of the last few things before they left.

Aether found himself outside of Eidolon’s room, pushing his door open silently. He laid on his bed fast asleep. In sleep, it was easy for Aether to forget all the years between the last time he saw him. Phantom was curled on his side, clutching the other pillow on the bed between his arms, his hair sticking in all directions. He wished he could wake him, but he sat there watching him for as long as he could before they left. He wanted to tell him, he knew how hard it was. He knew that Eidolon was in love with Dew, he knew what he faced with that feeling. He wanted to tell him Rain was a good person, that he loved Dew with his entire being, not to fault their feelings for the other. Not to lose sight of his friendship with Dew. He didn’t have to give up his love of Dew because he loved Rain, Dew had enough love for him too. He didn’t need to fight with Rain over who loved Dew more.

He wanted to run his hand through Eidolon’s wild hair and remind him of their youth together, of the happiness they shared in their family home. The two of them running wild through the fields, practicing their powers, watching the starlight they created together. How sorry he was that Ifrit used Eidolon to get to Aether. He wished he could send Eidolon home to their family, but there was no one there any longer, it was just the two of them.

He knew that time was drawing near, he rose from the edge of the bed, bending down to kiss Phantom’s forehead and whisper from the door to the sleeping form, that he would be back soon and that he loved him, his baby brother.

They had time, he would make sure he knew how much love he had for him, how much love their family had had for them.

Rain and Aether slipped from the house silently, starting the car and driving into the dark night by themselves away from the two people that they loved the most in the world.

When Dew woke later that night from the sound sleep he had on the chair he stumbled from the room to see if Rain had returned. The kitchen was empty, the house locked. He went to their bedroom to find it empty of the other ghoul, but he found on the bed a packet laying on the covers. There were many envelopes wrapped with twine, all addressed to him with a note on top.

My love,

I am sorry you will find this and not me here, but I need to do this. I have needed to do this from the day I first saw what Ifrit was doing to you.

I am sorry I am leaving without waking you, walking out on you in the dark of night, but I knew you would insist on coming and this was something you didn’t need to see, to face again.

I walked for hours in the woods, thinking about us, thinking about how I could make our new lives easier on you. I want you to be happy, safe, beyond anything else. I am so sorry if I made you ever feel anything less. You are my entire world, my other half, the one I love. I won’t give up on our love, but if you can’t find happiness with me again, I will let you go. I only want your happiness, that is the only thing that matters to me.

I thought about you every day we were apart, my only thought was to get back to you. Eidolon was right, it took too long, I failed you once again. I should have been faster. I will take care of Ifrit though so you can live in peace knowing he will never hurt you again.

I have attached my letters I wrote to you while we were apart. I hope they prove to you, that you were all I thought about, that maybe I am deserving of your love somehow.

I brought them in hopes we could open them together, but I think this may be better. You can read them if you want. You can decide. I didn’t realize how much we both would have changed while apart. I guess I am the idiot Eidolon said I was.

Forever yours,

I will love you forever, Selkie, if that makes me more of an idiot, so be it.

I will return in a few days and we can go home. I promise I will get you home and take care of this monster for you.

Rain

Rain, what did you do?

Authors note: the letters Rain left with Dew look like this (thanks to @jazz-bazz )

[atmosghoul]

Just discovered Rain & Aether being very sexy in your fic. I mean?!?! This was so…. hot?

“You started this, now I’m gonna finish it.”

… well… does he? What does he do? 👀😏

Oh boy,,,I hadn’t planned on finishing that buuttttt then I got this ask and I just,,,they consumed me ok I literally wrote this during breaks at work ON MY WORK WIFI SO UH YEA HERES HOPIN THEY DONT TRACK EVERYTHING

NSFW under the cut!

Continuation of this

Rain isn’t sure how long they’ve been here.

When did they move to a bed? Is this his bed or Aether’s?

Either way all Rain can think of right now is the sheets balled up in his fist and Aether’s mouth, warm and wet on his aching cock.

“Please, Aeth,” Rain whines. Even he’s not really sure what he’s pleading for. For aether to stop? To get closer?

Aether takes his mouth off of Rain and runs a hand up the water ghouls stomach lightly scratching his claws along the way to the lean throat where he gives a gentle squeeze.

“Please what?” Aether admonishes, sliding his hand up to grip Rain’s jaw, forcing the water ghoul to make eye contact.

Rain keens and grips Aether’s arm with both hands, nails digging into the larger ghoul’s arm.

“Sir!” He gasps. “Please sir, I can’t- too much, please.”

How many orgasms had Aether ripped out of him? He’d lost count. Surely Aether knows. He always keeps count. Loves to see how far he can push his partner, test the limits.

“You can and you will. Like i said, you started this and I’m finishing it. Finishing you,” Aether’s gaze travels to Rain’s hands.

“And what did I say about your hands?”

Rain quickly moves his hands back to the sheets mumbling an apology and looking away from Aether’s dominating stare.

Aether groans, giving a mischievous smile.

“Hmmm good boy. But, that’s two more for disobeying.”

Rain whines, high pitched and broken and Aether chuckles.

“Please, sir,”

Aether simply glides back down to Rain’s leaking cock harshly kissing and sucking various spots on Rain’s already marked torso along the way.

Aether takes Rain’s cock in one hand and grips the base tightly before teasing the angry purple head, languidly circling it around his tongue like a popsicle. Rain gives a full body shudder already so close to another orgasm. Then Aether takes him fully in his mouth, the head of his cock hitting the back of the quintessence ghoul’s throat. Rain screams as another orgasm rips through him.

“You’re doing so well, my little Rainbow.”

Rains exhales a shaky breath mumbling a ‘Thank you, sir’

“One more and then your punishment is over alright?”

Rain nods as his eyes drift closed.

“Words, princess,”

“Y-yes sir. Please,”

Rain braces himself for his cock to be abused once more but nearly cums again when he feels Aether’s large fingers prodding at his dripping entrance.

Rain arches off the bed but is quickly pushed back down by Aether’s hand splayed over his stomach.

“Still,” Aether says firmly not even looking up at Rain. His eyes are transfixed on where his fingers are now pressing into Rains hole so slowly. Too slowly.

Then Aether all but swallows his cock whole again. Only half hard now but the pleasure is white hot all the same. Rain takes deep breaths through his nose trying to keep centered. He feels like he might pass out from the overstimulation.

Aether’s fingers continue to work Rain open as he holds Rain’s cock in his mouth working his tongue lazily in time with his fingers. The quintessence ghoul feels half mad at how wet rain is. Fucking water ghouls.

He’s got two fingers in Rain and is poised to add a third when Rain arches off the bed again, hands never leaving their position in the sheets as another orgasm rips through him. Aether sits up and removes his fingers from Rain.

“Someone’s sensitive,” he chuckles darkly as he moves to lean over Rain and gently pushes the water ghoul’s hair from his face.

Rain closes his eyes and leans into Aether’s touch and hums out a shaky breath as a kiss is pressed to his forehead. A gesture too sweet and gentle for what Aether is about to do.

Aether’s hand cards through Rains hair before gripping a fistful of the dark waves and Rain’s eyes shoot open with a cry as Aether shoves into him with one hard thrust.

Aether stills inside Rain and leans down to enclose the water ghoul in his arms.

“So tight and wet for me,” Aether mumbles as he leans into Rain and begins kissing and sucking at his neck.

Aether pulls out almost all the way before slowly sliding back in all the way and starts a leisurely pace of deep slow thrusts making Rain feel every inch of his cock.

“Satanas you feel so good,” Aether growls low in Rains ear as he starts to thrust faster and harder.

“Gonna make you take my fucking knot.”

Rain is being jolted with the force and is using every ounce of self awareness left to keep his hands on the sheets like a good princess. He has to be good.

Aether leans back and grabs Rain’s thighs, pushing his legs back to change the angle and Rain starts seeing stars.

Then Rain feels Aether’s knot hitting his entrance with every thrust threatening to go in. He moans a loud high pitched whine and Aether answers with a growl as he leans over Rain again caging him in with his large arms.

“You gonna be a good little slut and take my knot? Huh?”

Words escape Rain. All thoughts in his head are simply of Aether and his massive knot about to push fully in.

“Please, please Sir breed me please knot me please,” Rain babbles now looking like not much more than a rag doll as Aether roughly ruts into him.

It only takes a few more harsh thrusts for it to pop past the ring of sensitive muscle. The pleasure and pain of Aether’s knot is so intense Rain’s brain goes even more fuzzy which he didn’t think was possible. He goes completely limp as he gives up trying to do anything other than just taking Aether’s cock and huge knot.

“That’s right, princess come on my cock squeeze my knot,”

Aether moans more than says. “You can do it, gimme one more. Cum one more time for me, you can do it i know you can.”

Rain’s eyes roll back in his head and Aether yells out as Rain’s orgasm sends him crashing into his own.

The last thing Rain remembers before blacking out is the feeling something hot and sticky on his stomach and a sudden empty feeling below his waist.

He comes to with big strong arms wrapped around him and fingers gently carding through his shaggy hair still damp with sweat.

“Welcome back, Rainbow,” Aether mumbles into the water ghoul’s hair.

Rain shifts and looks up at Aether. The look in his eyes tells Aether he’s not fully coherent again yet.

“You alright? Need anything?” Aether asks, hand moving from Rains hair to his face to gently cup his cheek.

“‘M thirsty,” Rain mumbles soft and sweet.

“Well luckily for you, I am always prepared,” Aether chuckles as he reaches behind him to the bedside table and retrieves and bottle of water.

He has Rain sit up and helps the water ghoul drink from the bottle before replacing the cap and setting it aside.

“Get back in here,” Aether says repositioning himself to lay back down with arms open waiting for Rain to nuzzle against his chest again. Rain does and Aether holds him close as they both begin to drift off.

“Sorry for interrupting your reading,”

Rain mumbles sleepily, his voice muffled slightly by Aether’s chest.

The quintessence ghoul chuckles.

“It’s alright, Raindrop. Book was kind of boring me anyway.”