#sodo x you

[phantology]

pet names

— the pet name that the ghouls call you most often. [swiss, dewdrop, phantom, rain, aether, mountain]

a/n: this is my first time writing for ghost, so apologies for the short length. just wanted to get a feel for it before i started writing longer things :)

DEWDROP ━━━

you could hear the half-walk, half-run of your favorite ghoul before you heard his voice. his gate told you he was happy about something, whatever it was.

your theory was confirmed a few beats later as he walked into the room, guitar in tow.

“i take it practice went well?” you smiled.

“tiring, but it went well.” dewdrop set his guitar down, then made a beeline for you. “although, you know that i missed you, doll.”

PHANTOM ━━━

the word that slips off of phantom’s tongue is… foreign, to say the least. it almost felt heavy. he seemingly said it without realizing it, tagging it on to the end of his sentence as though it was your name. whatever he had said to you doesn’t even register.

“what did you say?” you finally ask.

“i asked what you were up to?” he responds, sounding a little confused.

“no, what did you call me?”

he seems to think about it. after a few brief moments, he finally looks back up at you. “i called you… i guess a translation would be something like ‘my darling?’”

AETHER ━━━

“good morning, darling.” aether’s voice was starkly chipper to how you felt. it was a little too early in the morning for you taste, but sleep evaded you.

despite the tiredness still clouding your mind, you smiled at the ghoul. you plopped yourself down beside him and laid against him, allowing him to maneuver the both of you so that his arm fell across your shoulders. as he began to rub small circles into your skin, sleep finally found you.

RAIN ━━━

it was quiet. not that you minded it, just that most days spent around the ghouls were the very opposite of quiet.

“hey, sweetheart?” the familiar, calming voice of rain caught your attention. you looked from the reading you were engrossed in to the ghoul who offered you a small smile.

“hey,” you responded. “where is everyone else?”

he shrugged absently. “out. doing something or the other. i figured we could do something? stay in, if you want, or we could go find something to do. whatever you wanted.”

SWISS ━━━

“baby..” swiss dragged out the name, purposefully making his voice whiny to get your attention.

you looked up at him. you didn’t say anything, but the look on your face communicated what you meant. in all honesty, you’d forgotten what you were feigning being upset about, but swiss’ attempts at earning your forgiveness were becoming comical.

MOUNTAIN ━━━

the mug made a clink noise as mountain set it on the desk. inside of it was coffee, made just the way that you always liked. mountain had a weird way of remembering little things like that: the way you made your coffee, the way you wrote certain letters, the way you organized. it was odd to you sometimes, but other times it was useful.

“hopefully the coffee helps.” mountain started. he paused for a moment before continuing. “but… you need sleep, my love. you’re sure there’s nothing i can do to help you finish your work?”

[fortheharbingers]

characters: dewdrop ghoul/gn!reader

cw & wc: biting, hickeys, mentions of blood (dew's bleeding fingers to be specific), grinding, hinted jealousy/possesiveness, reader is a vampire and similar to btvs-lore, vampires are a type of demon. (left it vague but dynamics/effects of a vampire's bite is from WoD) nsfw content, minors do not interact — 1.3k

a/n: apparently touching grass or getting laid werent enough…

when another ritual comes to an end with bleeding all over his fingers, guitar and the stage; dew cannot help but let out a sigh for thank fuck it's over and finally he can have a drink too many to ignore the stinging pain in his fingers and black out the exhaustion of the night.

these plans seem to come to an abrupt end as some weight lunges at him from the darkness, his back hitting the wall rather hard.

maybe he should start carrying a napkin of sorts with him from now on, at least to help stop the bleeding a little faster. and surely it'd keep this certain vermins of demons out and away.

it is not unusual for the unholy church of lucifer to house demons of different types. though his kind is known wide and well, both for their long millenia of service and presence, other kinds like to pop by once in a while– some just to have a place to return after they're done whatever it is they wish to do on earth, some just bored out of their mind and must've gained enough favors to leave hell for a while.

and vampires, the lowly bunch of them all, is one species that can always be found, though they are born on earth and seek the church for reasons only known to themselves.

blood is never a good idea to have wiped off on your clothes, always drawing attention, stinking, a pain to clean up and total shitshow to deal with when there are vampires around.

maybe tonight is dew's lucky night, maybe not so much– or so he tries to decide as he recognizes your scent, your hands greedily roaming his figure already.

"missed me already?" your hands halt for a moment and opt to ignore his claim instead.

with your cold breath fawning over his neck already, he decides it's going to be a lucky night.

lips pressed against where his ear should be, you coo: "didn't anyone tell you what happens to lonely little ghouls bleeding all over late at night?"

cold digits wrapping around his aching hand, you bring it to his lips, dragging your tongue over his knuckles and joints where it bleeds. the coldness of your body always brings along a delightful jolt. humming against his hand and leaving behind a trail of saliva over his prickling cuts, dew watches your eyes closing with content and reopening to meet his gaze, something burning behind your eyes.

if this is what will bring you to him every night, dew is more than willing to cut himself up purposefully, maybe slit a limb here, stab a dagger there, fill the hallways with the sharp sulfuric scent of his blood whenever he passes by your chambers.

he can hear the sounds of others muffled, far away from where you are. separated by walls and doors, nobody cares where the other has gone lost to.

it infuriates him, to think you feed from others sometimes. lean into their personal space like you're doing now.

does your hands go under their shirts like now? do you drag your nails against their skin as well, draw patterns, write lucifer knows what– maybe a chant, long lost words to an enchantment perhaps. is this what it is? binding him with the dark arts, infiltrating his mind with the guidance of the maiden, the mother and the crone?

open mouthed kisses deepening in no time, dew can feel your teeth grazing his artery, nibbling against it, toying with it– oh how badly you want to sink your teeth in already, don't you?

pressing your body closer to him, dew pulls you by the waist, angling his hips just right to draw a moan out of you. he likes how your body melts into his so naturally, as if carved for him, made for him. each roll of his hips, you meet in the middle, moving down his neck, tilting his head with a hand to make more space for yourself.

slowly dew allows himself to slide down the wall, making sure to maintain contact between your bodies, quickly pulling you by the legs to straddle him completely once he is seated.

moving to give your love to the other side of his neck, you grind against his length, feeling his hardness between your legs.

you should thank the acting papa if you ever see him, for designing them pants that leave nothing to the imagination, the material used not dulling a single sense.

kissing slightly deeper with each one, your lips never leave his neck, guaranteeing him several marks to adorn his neck in the following hours.

for a moment dew cannot help but wonder if you kiss the others you feed from as well. do you kiss them with such fervor too? making sure to suck and paint, do you grab whatever you can get a hold of as you do so? hand on the nape of his neck, smashing his face into you, a hand kneeding his flesh, pinching his nipples, travelling south and meeting the waistband of the pants he wears...

do you lose yourself like you do on him with your other donors, too? do you straddle them, wrap your legs around as a means to cage, feeling every twitch of his dick, feeling his precum leaking through the pants if you're wearing a light fabric.

dewdrop recalls how you'd make sure to lick a stripe against the bite mark back then, something about fastening the healing process, some vampire thing you claimed.

as far as he knows, and he keeps his tabs well, he is the only one you kiss, bite and feed from and leave awith hickeys and bite marks adorning his neck afterwards.

something about this makes his chest swell with pride. and claim. of you and him, and sedating such cravings.

one hand on your waist, he moves you in sync with his hips, deepening each roll of his hips, making sure you'll be thinking of his cock even when you're not fucking.

he can picture it already, how you'll throw your head back in ecstasy in a short while, all clothing discarded on the floor somewhere, pupils dilated, your eyes pitchblack, riding on the pleasure you get from him– dew wonders if you'll even be able to make it out to reach his chambers or it'll be another one of those nights.

each bite you take grows bigger, the kisses decreasing in amount and getting sloppier and suddenly a sharp pain– and pure bliss that follows after.

there is a reason some humans allow vampires to feed from them for a reasonable price.

and if there's anything dew likes as much as feeling you around him, it is your fangs sunk into his skin, drinking his blood like a parched man. with each sip, each gulp of his blood down your throat, down your lips, your neck, your body; he can feel himself getting closer. fingers digging into your waist, he presses you against his body, grinding his aching cock into you, feeling your growing wetness and warmth, smelling your arousal already– and all that for him. not for those sorry excuses of people you fed on before.

you don't drink their blood more than needed like you do with him; allowing yourself to get greedy, getting drunk on his taste, on his blood, smelling of him in no time. you don't ride anyone else like you do him, you do not come on any other cock like you do on his, sinking your teeth into his artery as he enters you in one swift motion, snapping his hips onto yours as you've drunk more than you could handle, getting drowsy over him, body limp against his.

no, dewdrop knows you haven't visited your other 'snacks' as usually for a while now.

too busy having him fill you up, not bothering to lick the fang marks after you're done...

and he doesn't mind it, no. on the contrary, dewdrop finds himself enjoying it more when the marks are for all to see, both yours and his. leaving him curious how else can he leave his imprint on you, just as you will.

[writingjourney]

ziplocked love pt. 3 | dew x fem!reader

summary: you visit dew on tour and finally get to do all the things you've been so desperately missing.

content: ~8.5k words (I'm sorry, it developed a life of its own), this is a mix of light-hearted/silly and some slightly more emotional conversations, lots of smut and fluff (18+ only) (some praise, slight blood kink, rough sex, biting, p in v, dew being more subby at some point), banter, mentions of reader dealing with some anxiety, Aether being a cutie yet again

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Read on Ao3

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On top of the world, or in the depths of despair.

Goethe was right – there is but a gossamer thread between the greatest happiness and the greatest pain for the one who loves.

Today you’re not shifting between extremes, but you’re both at the same time. The worst and best mood fighting for dominance. The worst because you missed the ritual you were supposed to attend because your flight got delayed. The best because in a few minutes you get to see Dew. The worst because you’re worried about how your visit will go. The best because no matter how it goes, you get to see Dew.

The venue is a labyrinth but unlike Theseus you’re not looking for the minotaur who would probably be easy to spot but your long lost boyfriend… who is most likely hidden in some sort of dressing room. Ten minutes ago you got dropped off by your taxi, someone let you in backstage after seeing your visitor’s pass, took your luggage to take it to the busses, and then just left, too busy with packing up.

And so now you’re not only late, but stranded.

You’re pretty sure you’ve passed those bathroom signs before. Twice. Just like in the abbey when you first got there, your sense of orientation is not adapting fast enough to the new, confusing surroundings. You follow a random green arrow to a white-walled hallway you’re pretty certain you haven’t seen so far, even though they all look the same. After a few steps, you vaguely make out muffled voices…

The first one you spot is Aether.

He’s already changed, carrying a small bag and eating a banana, still in human glamour. When he sees you, he drops the bag and swallows the rest of the fruit in one go, practically sprinting into you. It’s not a real bodycheck but the impact makes you stumble nonetheless. And yet Aether’s arms grip you so impossibly tight that you don’t need to worry about falling. He lifts you up and spins you around, so many times you feel dizzy when he sets you back down.

“Ew, you still smell like that little gremlin,” he mumbles into your hair, squeezing you once more. “Disgusting.”

You think it’s mean he can still smell him on you when you’ve lost his scent for over a week now. Nevertheless it makes you chuckle. “I missed you, too, Aether.”

“Hey, I did really miss you,” he says. “But I know someone who missed you so bad he was staring at his phone all day, screen time up by two-hundred percent at least. Someone who got so grumpy when we teased him about you that he almost bit Swiss’s head off and I mean that in a literal sense. He fucking hissed at him, we had to tie him up.”

You laugh, you can’t help it. It’s then that you hear a door open, rapid footsteps that you’d recognise anywhere. Aether steps aside just in time before Dew slams into you. He practically jumps on you, making you both stumble backwards. In the narrow hallway he manages to steady you against a wall, catching the impact with his side. Both arms tightly slung around his shoulders, you take in his scent, the feeling of his slender body wrapped around yours.

“I heard you and I felt you…” He lets out a growl. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’re here. Oh, fuck fuck fuck.”

You whimper, tears already pricking your eyes. He feels so good, so warm even in his human glamour. His hair tickles your nose and that feeling alone is enough to fully make you cry.

This is where you’re supposed to be.

For the first time in over a month you feel like you’re finally home.

You sob against him and he squeezes you even tighter, one hand wandering into your hair while the other one presses against the small of your back.

“Fuck, baby, don’t cry please.” When he breaks away to look at your face you can see that his eyes are glassy as well. Then he smiles brightly. “Hey, look, it’s my pretty girl.”

You let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a chuckle. Dew cradles your face, wiping the tears away. Then he rests his forehead against yours.

“I missed you so much,” you blubber out.

“I missed you too,” he says. “But damn you smell like Aether. I can’t believe he beat me to it.”

You smile. “Funny, he said the same thing about you.”

“Did he?”

“Mhm, said I still smell like you.”

“She did, it was awful,” Aether says somewhere behind you. “By the way that was very cute to watch. I sent the video to the group chat.”

Dew ignores him, buries his face in your neck and takes a long, drawn-out sniff, nose tickling your sensitive skin until you have to giggle. “Hmmm yea a little, but you smell even more like yourself which is far better. And I’m sure I’m getting Aether off of you in no time.”

“How’re you gonna do that?”

He leans in. “Oh, I have some ideas.”

“Ehhhh, get a room, please,” Aether interrupts. “Since you want privacy so much these days I won’t ask if I can join.”

Dew flips him off but pulls you into his dressing room anyway, practically slamming the door shut. You have no time to look around. He immediately pushes you up against the wall, kissing you so hard you think he’s trying to swallow you. His mouth is insistent, his tongue only waiting for your first moan so it can taste you almost violently. Your lips are going to be bruised later, but you don’t care, you try your best to kiss him back just as hard.

He breaks away only when you’re both short of suffocating, your chest burning from lack of oxygen. Dew swallows all of it, like a blaze eating itself through all the fuel it can find.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” he says between deep breaths. “Oh fuck.”

Your reply is a meek whimper. It’s like your brain has lost any control over your body.

“I want you so much I’m losing my mind.” He groans and you see his glamour slip as he loses control. “I can’t hold it in. I’m going mad.”

You pull him closer, driven by the same desperation. “Kiss me again. Don’t fucking stop.”

He wastes not a second before devouring you again, pinning you to the wall with the little weight he has but with surprising strength nonetheless. You burn up from his sudden heat spreading out to you and it feels like you’re burning with him. His knee is pushing between your legs and you settle onto it, relishing in the friction it provides.

Dew pulls your hips towards his, your back arching into him until there is not a millimetre of space left between you. With his tongue in your mouth, his thigh digging into your core and his heat basically boiling you alive you start to feel faint.

It’s too much all at once, so much pleasure and desire but so much worry and pent up anxiety, and you feel tears in your eyes again, a sniffle leaving you after a barely concealed attempt not to cry. You turn your face away to gasp for air, effectively causing him to stop dead in his tracks.

“Fuck, baby, did I hurt you?”

You snivel. “No, no.”

He sets you down, one hand carefully cradling your cheek to turn your face back to him. “More good tears?”

Nodding, you press yourself to his chest for a hug. “Sorry.”

His arms are ready for you, holding you, one hand stroking your hair in soothing circles. And maybe the break is necessary to help your lungs recover, to ease the anxiety. Dew is still hot but he’s cooling down with every second, making it easier to breathe.

“You know you can tell me,” he finally says. “We’ve been here before, on the phone, and I didn’t like it.”

“It’s just… I missed you so much,” you admit. “I’m so relieved.”

He smiles. “Me too, baby. I missed you so fucking much.”

You can’t help the Really? that spills out.

Dew immediately frowns. “What? Do you doubt that?”

Staring at his chest to avoid his gaze you shrug. “No… but I feel so pathetic because you did so much better than me. I’m such a mess without you.”

He lets you go, frowning, tilting your chin up. “You think I didn’t miss you?”

“No, I know you did, just…” You shrug, averting your gaze again to play with his shirt instead. “I mean I know you missed my body a whole lot and I know you missed the rest of me, but… I wouldn’t expect you to struggle as much. Maybe I am fragile after all.”

Dew looks offended. “Babe, no, that’s not true. I know I can come off… like… like touching you is all I think about. Aether made me do this stupid quiz and said my love language is physical touch. So it’s just how I best know to express my love for you, okay?”

You stare at him, the unexpected admission circling in your mind. “O-okay.”

“Of course I missed all of you.” He shakes his head, pulling you close again. “Silly little minx.”

You bury into him, trying to get as close as you can. He’s so incredibly warm, so comforting, his frame perfect for your shape. You fit right in, like you never left.

“Let’s go, huh? Cuddle on the bus until we’re alone?” he eventually asks. “I’ll even let you be the little spoon.”

“Can’t let you go,” you mumble against his neck. “‘m sorry. I feel really clingy right now.”

“That’s fine, I love it when you are.” He pulls you even tighter. “For all I care you don’t have to let go of me for the next five days. Or… forever, really.”

You smile against his neck. “But you’ll be on stage Sunday.”

“I’ll just carry you around like a baby monkey all day,” he says. “You’ll have to live with watching me pee though.”

“’s fine, I can ho…”

“No, you won’t hold it,” he interrupts.

“Boring.”

“Who’s boring? Dew?” Swiss’s head is peeking into the room. When he sees you’re decent, he comes inside. “I thought I’d find you fucking on the floor or something.”

“What, like we’re some kind of animals?” Dew asks in mock offence.

“Uhm, do I have to remind you of that time whe–“

“No!” you interrupt. “No, you were right to be cautious, Swiss.”

“Oh, I wasn’t trying to be cautious, I was going to ask to join in.”

“In your dreams,” Dew says, clinging to you even tighter.

Swiss scoffs. “I know you’re a selfish ass now but I thought it was worth a try. Anyway, actually I’m here to tell you we’re heading off. Better get ready or we’re leaving you behind.”

“You wouldn’t leave my girlfriend,” Dew says confidently.

“No, I’m talking specifically about you. I can take care of her, I’m sure Aether would help me.”

“Mind your fucking business, Swiss, or I swear to Satan–“

You shut him up by pulling him closer, hand pressed to his chest. “We’re ready to go, Swiss, thanks.”

Swiss gives you a saccharine smile and when he notices Dew’s narrowed eyes he blows him a kiss, then ducks out of the room just in time to avoid his wrath in the form of a flying guitar pick.

“Don’t be so mean to him.” You press a kiss to his cheek, nuzzling his skin.

“He’s the most dangerous of them all,” Dew just says. “Sexy bastard.”

“You don’t think I’d do anything with him without your consent?”

“No, no, I don’t.” He runs a hand over his face. “Sorry, I’m worked up. Fuck. This is so intense.”

You feel bad for ruining your passionate moment and leaving him all high and dry. In truth you couldn’t have fucked in here anyway, at least not if you wanted more than a stupid quickie for your reunion.

Dew sees it in your expression. “Don’t you dare apologise.”

You keep your mouth shut and he scowls in warning, so you swallow the words on your tongue. His arms wrap around you for one more hug, nose nuzzling your neck, and you can feel he’s still not fully recovered.

“I’ll make it up to you,” you whisper. “Promise.”

“You have nothing to make up for, silly,” he says, kissing your nose. “Come on, gotta pack the rest of my things and then we’ve got all night.”

You help him gather his belongings, motivated by that promise, and five minutes later he grabs your hand and pulls you towards the bus. Everyone else is already waiting inside, so upon entering you’re pulled into a plethora of hugs, so so many wet kisses pressed to your face.

“So good to see you,” Cirrus says, hugging you closest of them all.

The ghoulettes adopted you very early on in the relationship with Dew, just like Aether who immediately pulls you to his side, not planning to let go of you anytime soon with his heavy arm draped around your shoulders.

“So, how’s everything at home?” he asks.

“Oh, it’s–“

“Come on, you can pester my girlfriend tomorrow, gimme some time with her,” Dew complains, big pouty scowl on his face and arms crossed in front of him.

“She’s our girlfriend, too!” Aether complains.

“Absolutely,” Cirrus agrees. “We haven’t seen her in over a month either! Stop being obsessed.”

You grin, all the love making you dizzy.

“Ah, i miei figli, we are all happy that she is here, but he is right,” Papa says. “Give them some time, eh?”

You break free from Aether’s strong grasp, following Dew to the back of the bus where the bunk beds are. He throws his mask somewhere, then pulls you into his booth and closes the curtain. Before you even manage to get comfortable in the tiny space, you’re wrapped up tightly in his arms.

“You’re mine,” he mumbles. “Mine, mine, mine.”

You smile against his neck. “I am.”

His knee pushes between your legs and you wrap one of them around him, getting impossibly close. You missed being cuddled up to your own personal furnace, his comfortable warmth immediately easing your anxiety from earlier. When you slide one of your hands under his shirt, feeling his hot skin on your fingertips, you let out a content sigh. Meanwhile Dew starts stroking your back, breathing a similar sigh into your hair.

“I love you so much,” he says. “You have no fucking idea.”

“I love you, too.”

He hums but the sound turns into a low purr, pressing gentle kisses to your temple, your forehead, your cheeks. Before long he’s kissing your mouth and then the kisses stop being gentle altogether. He’s half on top of you, his mouth pushing yours open, sharp teeth nibbling at whatever he can reach – your tongue, your bottom lip, your jaw. When he bites your lip once more, harder this time, you taste blood. You moan into his mouth, moan again when he involuntarily bucks his hips, his hard cock pressing against your centre.

“I want you so much,” he says, breaking away to bury his face in your neck instead. “Fuck, it’s torture. I’m so turned on right now, I feel like I’m on fire.”

You can’t help but giggle. “I know. You’re practically cooking me right now.”

He kisses your neck, lips lingering just below your ear. “And how’s that feel?”

It’s hard to ignore the tingles, the throbbing between your legs. “It’s toasty. I think I’ll be medium rare in a second.”

His teeth dig into your skin then, barely avoiding to break it. “You know that’s how I like my flesh.”

“Thought you always went raw?”

He chuckles, pulling you even closer. “Fuck, I missed you so much, baby.”

“I missed you, too.”

“If we’re not there in the next ten minutes I’m fucking you here and they’re going to have to live with it. They can’t blame me, they know it’s dangerous to make me wait for what I want.”

“If we fuck in here they can drive us to the hospital instead because you’d probably snap me in half. This space is far too small.”

“Hey, I can be careful and gentle!”

You hide a smirk. “No, I don’t think you could be right now.”

He sighs in defeat, pressing his face back to your neck. “I hate that you’re right.”

You stay like that, stroking his soft hair, both of you whimpering and groaning whenever you rub against each other. It’s like a miracle when the bus finally comes to a stop. You somehow stumble outside after squeezing past everyone else, random ghoul body parts pressing into you. The others loudly complain but quickly shut up when Dew gives them death stare after death stare. Swiss gives you an “I’m gonna knock on your door later” but Dew is so fast, you don’t have to worry about any bloody consequences.

“I already banished Aether to Rain’s room,” he explains, not bothering to go any slower even as you reach the hotel lobby and he has to focus on his human glamour again. “They always make me share these days because they know I’m not bringing anyone back.”

“And Aether?”

“He just loves to be roommates. But he can be Rain’s roommate for a few nights.”

You get into an elevator and he doesn’t waste a second before he kisses you, his mask bumping against your forehead. The ride is far too short anyway and a bing, followed by the doors sliding open, rips you out of the kiss. Dew is still impatient, practically fuming, so you’re dragged to the right room, watch him struggle with the keycard, mumbling a string of curses before he finally gets it open. He immediately throws the mask away again, his human glamour fading in an instant.

You’re on him before he can even react, pressing yourself against him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. Dew immediately kisses you, hands digging into your ass so hard that you can feel his claws even through the fabric of your pants. He is frantic and bites your already broken lip more than once, moaning at the metallic taste of your blood. It makes you kiss him even harder.

You start fumbling with his jeans, but as you finally open the button he pushes your hands away, doing much faster work at getting them down. So impatient. He’s not even wearing briefs and for a second that surprises you so much you let out a moan when your hand connects with his bare erection.

“Thought they’d only be in the way,” Dew just says, pulling his shirt over his head.

You want to take him in, this body that you missed so much, but he’s already kissing you again, obscuring your view. It’s your turn to undress then but as you try to open your pants, he again pushes your hands away to do it much faster himself. You’re naked in practically thirty seconds.

“You’re so impatient,” you mumble. “Am I too slow for you?”

“Yes.”

You scoff, raking your hand through his hair when he starts kissing your neck. He nibbles on your skin, then gives a harsh bite. A sudden wave of lust makes your pussy throb.

“I waited long enough, ceremonials can fuck off. I just want to be inside of you and fuck you senseless.”

He’s not exaggerating. Two seconds later he’s too impatient to keep messing with your neck and pushes you onto the clean white hotel bed. You bounce, watching in awe as he crawls over you like a wild animal hunting down his prey. Yet again your struck by his preternatural beauty, the edges of his face framed by his silky hair, the white horns, flawless grey skin.

“You’re so pretty,” you say, reaching out to cradle his cheek.

Dew smirks, eyes glinting as he leans into your touch. “So are you, baby. The prettiest.”

The tender moment is gone as fast as it came. He leans down to kiss you again, tongue pushing into your mouth without any warning. He’s forceful, impatient, all passion and violent lust. Teeth dig into your lips, hands grope you painfully hard, his tail twists around your leg in a vice grip. You haven’t seen this animalistic side on him in a while and it reminds you of the early days of your relationship. He’s always passionate, always feral, even when he’s occasionally more submissive, but the rougher the sex the longer you need to recover. So he’s been trying to tame it.

There is nothing tame about him now.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you as much as I do right now.” He exhales sharply, nose nuzzling your neck before his eyes meet yours again. “Fuck, I feel like I’m in heat. I can’t… please, tell me this is okay. Let me be rough with you.”

“Be as rough as you want. Please, I need you so much.”

He growls and you can see how any rational thought leaves him, his pupils blown wide with unbridled lust. He bends down and you think he’s about to go for your neck again, but he stops right by your ear instead, taking a heavy breath.

“What’s the safe word, baby?” he asks, nibbling on your earlobe. “Tell me.”

“Dew–”

“I know, but we need to be safe.”

“Red velvet.”

“Good girl.” He kisses your pulse, sucks just the tiniest bit. “Now you have to do exactly what I tell you. I’m gonna wreck you, baby, and you’ll take it like a good girl without complaints, yeah?”

“I will. Promise.”

“Good. Hands and knees, right now.”

He smacks your ass and you scramble to turn around, so fast you bump against him as you do so. Dew, ever helpful, pulls your hips up as soon as you manage. You can feel his erection against your ass when he leans into you, hot and already leaking. His sharp nails trail over your back, gripping your hips tightly. But he doesn’t go all in yet. Instead you can feel his mouth on your lower back. He bites gently while his hands kneed the flesh on your hips. You automatically sigh at his touch. Now that you have it again, you cannot imagine how you managed to go without it for so long. It’s pure bliss, the single best thing in the world, to be so close to him.

His mouth wanders down to your butt, nibbling at the soft skin there and trailing kisses all over. Suddenly, he bites you forcefully, a sharp pain spreading out in you as his fangs sink in. You yelp in surprise, a sound that turns into a moan when he licks the tender skin afterwards. Every touch sends sparks to your core and your walls clench around nothing.

“Hm, almost forgot how much you like this,” he mumbles, moving a few centimetres before he bites you again, soothing the spot with his lips this time. “I’m sorry I’m so impatient, baby.”

“’s okay, me too.”

“I’m just gonna fuck you now,” he says and you know he’s promising to be loving later, when this is out of the way. You have four whole days ahead of you for all kinds of love-making. Now all you want is to be released from this torture, to finally have him inside of you.

And there is no resistance when he slowly starts pushing in. “Fuck, you’re so wet, babe.”

“Mhm, more.”

“Wanna take it all at once, huh? My pretty baby, so hungry for my cock.” He rams into you, one hard thrust, bottoming out immediately. “Fucking have it.”

You cry out but there is only a dull pain when he hits your cervix, nothing else. The sensation quickly turns into pleasure when he starts moving, one slow thrust, testing the waters. His patience is still gone, though. As soon as he sees you’re okay he just hammers into you, roughly pulling your hips into his. You lose balance, falling face-down onto the mattress. Your hands reach out, uselessly grabbing the sheets for support. The change of angle makes you see stars. Suddenly he’s hitting you right every single time, so hard you’re a moaning, mewling mess within seconds. He gives your butt another smack, pain woven into pleasure, and you clench around him.

“Hmmm, fuck… Dew…” you whine. “Fuck, I’m gonna…”

„No no no no,“ he interrupts. „Don’t you dare come yet. Don’t you fucking dare.“

You whimper, unable to form any words of protest, and he pulls out just before you can stumble over the edge.

„‘m sorry…“ He inhales sharply, grabs your hips to flip you around. „Fuck, I need to see your face when you come. I didn’t think you’d be so fast.“

With that he pushes back in, same rough pace as before. This time, the angle isn’t as good but you’re not complaining because now you get to see him, too. And it is a sight, his lean body, muscles tense and moving, his chiseled features contorted in pleasure, forked tongue poking out in concentration. He leans down, pressing a sloppy kiss to your bruised lips. His hand finds your neck, just holding, not pressing in, a sharp nail scraping against your chin. You moan at the sensation, reaching out to grab his hair, pull the slightest bit.

“Hm, you like that, huh? You like being my little toy?”

You nod, drunk on lust, unable to think properly.

“Words,” he says. “F-fucking say it.”

“I love it,” you say. “So much.”

“I know you do, you’d… you’d let me do whatever the fuck I want.” He starts moving even harder, thrusting so deep you start seeing stars. “You take it so well, baby, so fucking well. I want to hear you fucking screaming for me.”

You’re getting very close again, his rhythm almost violent, right at the precipice between agony and lust. You can already feel yourself leaning over the edge, the first tremors of pleasure in your limbs, but then…

There is a suspicious creaking sound and you think the bed just sank by a few centimetres.  Dew falters for a moment but you grab his chin and force him to look at you.

„Don’t you fucking stop,“ you say breathlessly. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

You know he loves it when you’re commanding, so that’s all he needs to go on. He’s hammering into you until you’re finally falling, screaming his name as your walls convulse around him. It’s strangled, high-pitched, and you wrap your legs around his hips to keep from kicking out. His tail wraps around one of your thighs, almost pinching off the blood flow as he continues to thrust, the bed giving more painful moans. They barely register as you plummet into overstimulated whimpers, your whole body shaking.

When Dew comes it’s with a strangled moan, your name following soon after in a breathless whisper. He’s still propped up on one elbow but you can feel his body pressing you down. It’s an odd angle, something’s definitely not quite right.

“Fuck,” Dew says, still breathing hard.

“Mhm.”

He slowly rolls off of you, then moves to stand. „Uhm…“

„I think you broke it…“ you say, struggling to regain your composure as you sit up and take in the massive dent right in the middle of the bed.

„I broke it?“ he asks.

„You were the one pounding.“

„Your ass is right where the dent is, seems suspicious to me.“

You sigh, not sure if you should laugh or cry. When you try to get up the bed gives another tortured wail. Dew helps you stand and the sight is not any better from up there. What’s even worse than the dent is the wet stain right in the middle of it. You’re still dripping, but at least onto your thighs now.

„So, what do we do?“ you ask, fishing for some tissues to wipe yourself clean.

„Wait, let me get you a proper cloth.“

Before he can do that though there is a commotion right in front of the door to your hotel room. You recognise the voices of a bunch of ghouls and ghoulettes, talking all over each other so you can’t make out any words.

„Did someone die?“ Swiss finally asks loud and clear.

„No!“ Dew yells. „All good! Leave us the fuck alone!“

„Open the door?“

„Fuck no!“

The door opens away.

„Aether still had a card… OH!“

You cover your body with the sheets and go digging for some clothes.

„Don’t get dressed on my account,“ Swiss says with a smirk.

You think Dew is going to kill him right in this instance. But you’re in no mind to prevent that from happening. Instead you decide the bathroom is the safest option, so you go change in there, leaving the other ghouls to mediate.

In your hurry you only grab your panties and the shirt you wore for your flight. Your luggage is still in the bus, so you don’t have a choice. It has to be enough, you can shower and change again later when you get your clothes. You have no idea when Dew gets dressed but once you come back out he’s wearing boxers and a Metallica shirt, looking unharmed. It’s pretty obvious what you have just been up to, his hair is sticking up at odd angles and his cheeks are flushed. You can’t tell if it’s anger or the last remnants of lust.

Swiss, Aether, Rain, Cirrus and Cumulus are all standing in the middle of the room, their voices blending together into a cacophony of teasing, rage and laughter. Dew has his arms crossed, pouting, visibly struggling not to murder anyone.

You’re pretty sure you’re beet red by now.

„What’s going on here, eh?“

You freeze when you recognise Papa’s voice. He’s dressed in a red track suit and looks infinitely tired when he enters your room, probably woken up by the endless arguing of the ghouls.

„They broke the bed,“ Aether says before any of you can find a different excuse.

„They–“ Papa sighs. „Why am I not surprised?“

„We uh… need to go to reception to ask for a different room,“ Dew says. „Or… you.“

Papa’s eyes widen. „Me? I should go?“

„Well, you’re the authority figure here.“ Aether says.

„What do I tell them?“ he asks, fidgeting uncomfortably.

„I’m pretty sure they will know exactly why it’s broken,“ Swiss says, then loses his shit yet again, wheezing with laughter.

The other ghouls join in and you crawl into Dew’s arms, hiding your crimson face in the crook of his neck. This day seems to be truly cursed.

✦✧✦

Turns out being cursed is not all that bad.

Twenty minutes later, you and Dew get a cute new room, the last vacant one they have – the honeymoon suit. Because the hotel staff can’t see the ghouls in their earthly forms and the risk is too high, Papa is walking you. You got your suitcase in the meantime, the wheels soundless on the thick carpet as you trail after him. Face still flushed, you feel awful that he has to do this for you, especially after a ritual when he’s so exhausted.

„Alright, more careful now, huh? Be happy you only broke the bed and not your amore.“

He looks at Dew as he says this and your cheeks get even hotter. Dew only smirks and with a defeated sigh, papa retreats, closing the door on the way out. You hear him mutter something in Italian but when you look around the room, you stop caring.

It’s so beautiful.

The bed is heart-shaped, so much bigger than the other one, and the whole room is a soft shade of pink. Walls, carpet, furniture. All of it.

“That’s a lot of pink.”

“Whatever,” you say, jumping onto the bed. “It’s so nice!”

“Oh, hey, careful! Not that your cute ass breaks another bed.”

Your nostrils are tickled by the smell of roses, but there are non in the room. You find two chocolates on the pillows and hold one out for him. Dew smiles at your antics but joins you on the bed nevertheless, bringing his mouth to your hand and taking the treat right from your fingers. His hand closes around yours and he licks the molten chocolate off your skin.

“Dew…”

He starts sucking. Hard. “What? Just enjoying my treat.”

You can’t help but moan, especially when he looks up, your eyes locking. His tongue languidly swirls around your digits and he moans, a sound that immediately gets you wet. He’s so insatiable, the embers never fully cooling down, one spark enough to light a whole fire within seconds.

“Baby…” You reach out, pushing a strand of his hair behind his ears. “You look so hot right now, with my fingers in your mouth.”

Dew moans again, louder, practically vibrating. Slowly, he crawls up to you without breaking eye contact and lays half on top of you. He’s already getting hard again and even though you still feel tender, you could…

Your eyes drift past him and catch a glimpse of the open bathroom. You jump, effectively pushing Dew off of you. “Hey!” he complains. “What the–”

„Dew, we have a bathtub!” You shake his shoulder in excitement. “A bathtub! You have to take a bath with me!“

„So we can break that thing next?“

„No, I mean an innocent bath. Washing, you know. Getting clean. Relaxing“

„Sounds boring. We were about to do something way better.“

You pout. „We don’t have a bathtub at home. The other room didn’t have one. We only have it for one night. And it looks like it makes bubbles!“

He takes in your face, the big eyes, the pout. His lip twitches. “Fine.”

Fifteen minutes later the tub is full, lavender scent from a diffuser and fog clouding the bathroom. Dew is the first one inside the tub, despite his complaints, and plays around with the bubble settings. You’re fixing your hair up, trying to avoid getting it wet.

“Come on,” Dew whines. “I want you with me. It was your idea.”

“Please stop complaining. You’re going to feel so relaxed after this.”

When you walk over, you can feel his eyes on your naked body, taking you in, and the confidence boost is instant. You slowly dip your toes into the water but flinch back before your foot  fully covered.

„What?“ Dew asks.

Your toes immediately turn bright red, throbbing in pain. „That’s too hot.“

„It’s not, just get in.“

„No.“

„Baby, it’s only as hot as it came out of the faucet. I didn’t make it any hotter.“

„It hurts. Gonna burn my pussy and you can’t want that.“

Dew rolls his eyes but you can tell he’s mostly amused. He moves his arms in the water for a bit, probably absorbing some of its heat.

„Okay, should be better now.“ He reaches out and takes your hand, slowly guiding you back over. „Come to me, baby.“

You slowly step inside the tub, water still wonderfully hot but not scorching. Your muscles, tense your travels and the bed-breaking, finally relax. Dew pulls your back to his chest and you lean against him, his body just as hot as the water. You can already feel a thin layer of sweat forming on your forehead. But compared to all the cold and lonely nights you spent at the abbey, all the times you’ve been longing for his heat, this is exactly what you need tonight. Once you’re settled, Dew presses one of the buttons and you feel the gentlest bubbles caressing your skin.

You turn sideways slightly so you can kiss his neck, somewhere close to his windpipe. You feel him swallow. “It’s so nice, Dew. Don’t you think?”

“Mhm.”

His hands find your stomach, squishing slightly, before he fully wraps his arms around you.

Then he stops moving.

What you don’t know is that Dew is thinking about your earlier conversation. He knows that humans greatly value declarations of love. He’s still unfamiliar with the feeling. He knows lust, desire, greed – and he’s very good at showing those.

Love, however?

That’s new. A good kind of new, but still hard to understand. At least the kind of love that he shares with you. Of course he loves his fellow ghouls. And he loves performing, he loves playing the guitar. But loving you feels different, much more profound, almost daunting, which makes expressing it so fucking hard.

You’re really good at showing him, however, with all your gentle touches, softly whispered words, all the small things you do for him throughout the day like making sure his shirts are clean or bringing him snacks during practice. He knows you love the physical demonstrations of his affection, but he also knows making you come five times a night is not enough. While he got the „I love you“s down by now, the gentle touches too, there are still some things he doesn’t understand. Human things. Like… buying flowers, long speeches about his feelings or going to fancy restaurants for dinner on your anniversary. Or… taking baths together.

But at the same time you’ve never expressed wishes for any of those things. Well, except the last.

„I’ve never seen you so contemplative,“ you whisper as to avoid startling him. He’s been staring at the ceiling for a few minutes now.

Dew sighs. „Sorry, kinda stuck in my head. I thought you were napping against me.“

You run your hand through the water, spreading your fingers out as you do. „What are you thinking about?“

„You.“

„Me?“

„Yeah, I… what you said. That you thought I didn’t miss you.“

„I never said it like that,“ you argue, sitting up. „Don’t worry about it, I know I misjudged. I was just anxious, you know I get like that sometimes when I’m stuck in my head.“

He lets out another thought-heavy breath. „You feel loved by me, right?“

„Yeah, of course I do.“ You furrow your brow. „Dew, I never meant to give you the feeling that you’re doing anything wrong. Because you’re not.“

His expression is unreadable. „But is it enough?“

Never in your life would you have thought Dew would be one to doubt himself. His confidence, the sass, the brazenness… it makes you forget that this is all new for him, being in a committed relationship. Having a human mate, no less.

„It’s absolutely enough.“ You turn around, moving to straddle him, supported by your hands on his warm chest. „You give me so much that I never knew I needed, Dew.“

„Like what?“

„Like… unconditional love, the type of intense, all-consuming love that makes every previous experience seem like a waste of time. And you accept me so fully, you make me laugh, you reassure me all the time even when my doubts don’t make sense. Hell, you show me how easy loving can be, that it doesn’t have to be painful.“

„But you were crying. Actually you cried twice because of me now.“

„Dew, sweetheart, I cried way more often because of you. Only you didn’t see it.“

His eyes widen. „What?“

„Well, not because of you. Or at least not because you hurt me. But because being without you sucks, because I can’t always switch off my overthinking. It doesn’t matter, though, because I would choose you over and over again even if I could only see you one day a year.“

„Sure?“

„Yes, absolutely.“

„You would be so unhappy,“ he says. „I couldn’t do that to you.“

„Well, we’re lucky it’s not like that.“

His hands find your hips, running up your sides. „But you were unhappy this past month?“

You lean down to rest your face against his neck and he embraces you, wet fingertips dancing over your back. „No. I was just missing you. But you can only miss what you truly love and to experience that is a blessing in and of itself.“

He hums and presses a soft kiss to your hair. „It’s just… I missed you so much, I want you to know that.“

You lift your head back up to look at him. „I do know that.“

„There were days I didn’t feel like going out with the others at all, doing all these cool things, because I wanted to experience them with you. Or they complained about me being on the phone all the time but really all I wanted was to text you instead of talking to them. When they teased me about it I wanted to rip their heads off because they just wouldn’t understand how awful it felt. How much it hurt to think of you being so far away.“

You lean down to kiss him. „It’s okay, baby, you don’t have to prove to me that you missed me.“

He sighs, a long drawn-out sound, like he’s still not satisfied. „Maybe I’m bad at showing things like that.“

You shake your head. “No, you–“

“Stop trying to make excuses for me. You need to tell me when I do something wrong.”

“Dew.”

“What?”

“Nothing you do is wrong.” You grab his head, thumbs pressing into his cheeks. “You’re looking for an unnecessary fight.”

“Am I?”

“Yea. Because you want to be mean to yourself. I won’t let you.”

His eyes narrow, but you just smile and squish his face until he pouts.

“I’m Dew and I can’t accept that someone truly loves me,” you say, imitating his voice and pushing your thumbs together to get his lips to move. “So I find reasons why the person should hate me instead.”

He scowls at you, then suddenly turns his head to snap at your thumb. You yelp in surprise, then you have to giggle.

“I don’t sound like that,” he says, letting go of your finger. “And I can accept it.”

You run your finger over his bottom lip, then lean in for a gentle kiss. He returns it, softly moving his mouth against yours. Tangling your fingers in his hair, you deepen the kiss, taste him. He sighs into it, hands moving down to your waist again.

“I love you,” you mumble against his lips.

“I love you, too,” he says. “‘m so happy you’re here.”

“Me too.”

You rest your face back against his neck, hugging his body close to yours while the bubbles surround you, a soothing white noise. It’s relaxing, the lavender scent, the moving water, Dew’s warm skin against yours.

“I wish we had a bathtub at home,” you mumble.

„We can just stay in here forever, I can keep the water warm.”

“I’ll turn into a fish if we do that.” You sigh, thinking, kissing his neck one more time. “Dew, my baby, my sweet little menace, would you still lo–“

“Yes, don’t even finish that question. I’d love you in any shape, silly.”

You lift your head up, squinting at him. “What’s that tone?”

His eyes widen. “What?”

“That tone.” You fully sit up, moving your hips forward. His cock is right at you centre now and you rock your hips for good measure. “Sounds… bratty.”

“Ohhh… ugh. No?”

“I know you think you’ve got me wrapped around your little finger. But you’re just as tightly wrapped around mine.”

You can tell he’s excited, eyes so laser-focused on yours, mouth slightly parted. “What if I am? What would you do?”

“I would make sure you know that this goes both ways,” you say. “That I can turn you into a puddle just as well as you can do with me.”

Dew’s hands wander over your back, his sharp claws leaving burning trails on your skin all while a smirk is forming on his face. “Sure you can?”

“I know it, yea.” You grind your hips again, his erection rubbing between your thighs. “You doubt me? Because I think your dick doesn’t.”

Dew groans, hands shooting to your hips to keep you still. “Hm, you little minx.”

“Repeat that and I won’t let you come.”

His mouth opens. Then closes again. He’s contemplating whether you’d really do that.

You decide to stop teasing and just show him how much you mean it as plainly as possible. So you lean down and kiss him, roughly this time, pushing his lips open to taste him. His tongue meets yours but it’s gentle; he plays your game, lets you explore his mouth with nothing but a purring moan. He’s still vaguely tasting of chocolate.

“You like that?” you whisper against his lips.

“Hmmm.”

One of your hands slowly moves over his chest, trailing his collarbones, from left to right and back, until you let it dance further up to his neck. You don’t dare to squeeze, you’re not as confident and practiced as he is, but you keep your hand there to feel him swallow. The next kiss is more heated. He tries to take control but you use your other hand to grab his hair and pull him back just slightly. Dew freezes.

“No shenanigans,” you warn, taking over, kissing down his cheek, then his jaw, nibbling at his skin as you go.

“Gotta bite harder if you want to achieve your goal,” he teases.

You stop, go back to his mouth and catch his bottom lip between your teeth, pulling. He yelps, moans when you bite harder. Despite being in the water you can feel yourself getting wetter from that sound alone. When you’re satisfied, you lick over his lip, then give him a soft kiss because you just can’t leave it at that.

“That’s what you do to me all the time,” you say. “Feels good, right?”

He hums and you kiss down his neck again, sucking bruises into his ghoul skin that sadly won’t linger. It doesn’t matter, you do it anyway, and when you reach his pulse, just below his ear, you bite him again. He swallows any sounds, but Dew’s hips buck, giving him away.

You smirk. “Ah. Look at you.”

“Babe…” he whines.

“What? Now you’re done being a bitch?”

“Fuck this. Fuck me, right now. I waited a whole damn month.”

“Sorry, not taking orders from a brat.”

Shifting your hips again, you rub your pussy over his cock, repeating the movement a few times until he’s whimpering, hands running up and down your body. When you place him at your entrance, his lips part but he doesn’t say it, only growls.

“Pretty noises,” you say. “Do I get some more?”

“Fuck, babe.”

“You want it? Gotta beg.”

He tries thrusting up and into you, but you’re prepared, shifting to the side. You press him down with all your weight, hands on his flat, tense stomach, until you’re barely touching him anywhere else anymore.

“Please,” he finally whispers.

“What was that? I don’t hear shit.”

“Please, fuck me. I need you. I missed you so much.” He growls, hips jerkin in the water. “I can’t wait. Please. Stop starving me.”

You sink down on him and he groans so loudly that it echoes in the tiled room, hands squeezing your hips, gripping you like a lifeline. For a long moment, you just stay like this, taking in the mess of sensations. It feels amazing, the water only adding to the intensity.

“Thought this was an innocent bath?” he says between deep breaths.

“Shut up.”

“What?”

“Shut up’n let me do my thing.”

His pupils widen, hips jerking the tiniest bit. “Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“I know, stop babbling.”

He bites down his smirk, swallows hard. “Sorry.”

You give him a warning scowl and start moving slowly, using his shoulders as leverage. You’re scared of the water spilling over, so you keep the movements deliberate, a slow, steady rhythm. Dew tilts his head back, but keeps his eyes on your body. One hand moves up to cup one of your breasts and he squeezes. You can’t help but arch your back, forgetting that you’re supposed to be in control for a second.

“You look so pretty like this,” he says. “Bouncing on my cock with all the bubbles around you.”

You snap back. “Shut up, I swear. This is my moment.”

“It is,” he whispers. “You’re so hot.”

It’s just impossible to get him to keep his mouth shut, so you decide to stop and just revel in his compliments. You’re actually impressed by how patient he now suddenly is, because he doesn’t try to get you to move faster and he also doesn’t start moving himself.

“You’re being so good now,” you say, leaning down for a kiss. “You really want to come, huh? No edging tonight?”

“Hm, no time for that.”

“What? You busy tonight?”

He fights a smirk, but you and your already protesting bones silently agree. With the slow build-up, you’re already impatient yourself, so you rock your hips a little harder, water splashing against the rim of the tub.

“Hmm, you’re killing me,” Dew mumbles, voice strained. “I’m s-so close. ‘s too slow.”

“Oh, you wanna come?”

“Hmmm.”

“What?”

“Babe…”

“Can’t hear you.”

You stop moving and his eyes widen, hips bucking. “Please. Please let me come.”

The smirk on your face is too strong to hide and you move again, go a little harder until you feel your own orgasm approaching. Dew groans, nails digging into the flesh of your hips and then he lets out a low sob, hips stuttering into yours as you feel him release right into you. The sounds he makes push you over the edge as well, legs trembling and walls clenching around him. He whimpers in overstimulation and you feel your eyes tearing up as well.

“Fuck,” he says.

“Hm.”

“Baby…”

You look at him, his big, beautiful eyes so filled with emotions. “Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“I won’t let you go again. I don’t care.”

You sigh, hands moving to his neck. “Don’t think about it now.”

He shakes his head and pulls you close, some more water spilling over the edge of the tub. But you don’t care. You just want to hold him. And so you do, slowly coming down from your high. Your body is protesting wildly, tired and tender and overstimulated, but the water helps.

Dew hugs you almost painfully tight and by now you feel ridiculous for even thinking he struggled less than you. When you look up at him he’s still somewhere else, lost in thought. You decide that this is a conversation for later and snuggle back into him. You don’t care if your skin gets wrinkly, if you turn into a fish, all you want is to stay like this forever.

✦✧✦

Half an hour later you’re ready for bed, all snuggled up in the soft sheets and pillows of the honeymoon suite. Dew is true to his promise and lets you be the little spoon, strong arms wrapped around your midriff as his nose tickles your neck. You’re bone-tired and yet you try to stay awake for a little longer, just to feel his breath against your neck, to stroke the back of his hand with yours and thank Satan that you finally get to be with him again.

You think Dew is already asleep, but then he starts kissing your shoulder, sighing contently. The peace doesn’t last long, though. You should have known it.

There is a loud knock right before you feel like falling asleep.

”What–“

��Please?” Aether asks, voice muffled by the door. “Rain won’t cuddle.”

You smile to yourself and watch as Dew gets up to open for him.

✦ ✧ ✦ 

I feel so weird about this chapter, I think I'm kinda burnt-out from writing smut, so I am deeply sorry if this doesn't hit the right spots. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed and thanks so much if you read all of this ♡

Special thanks to my Sodo anon who had the idea with the breaking bed, this goes out to you :)

Part 4

[ajgibson]

Someone’s probably done this before but I had to 💀

All stemmed from me and a friend joking that Sodo would definitely buy Rain a plush of the IKEA shark Blåhaj and then immediately regret it as all of Rain’s attention goes to it

Original meme:

[ethereal-maniac]

Firm believer that the Papas, Ghouls and Ghoulettes prefer their lovers ✨hairy✨

They don’t want to be intimate with a pre-pubescent child, they want to be intimate with a woman/man/adult.

THEY LOVE THE HAIR, FUCKIN FIGHT ME

[forlorn-crows]

Crow, my dear, if it’s not too much to ask…may I make a ficlet request? Feel free to ignore this if you’re not feeling it, but I’m partway through a new drawing and could use some scene setting inspiration. Mountain, kissing Dew’s neck from behind, Dew so far gone Mountain has to hold him up. Maybe some teeth in there too~

oops its filthy too~ dew really is a sucker for neck kisses, isn't he?

hope this gives you lots of inspiration hehehe

EDIT: now with delicious art by @autumnblooms

Dew's head lolls back onto Mountain's shoulder for the umpteenth time, too gone to hold it up himself. He chokes off a moan when the earth ghoul sucks at the junction of his neck, belly fluttering and cock jumping at the touch of his tongue.

Mountain grinds up into his little body, rumbling into too hot skin. "Feel so good, fire lily," he rasps. "Taking me so well."

"Uhn," he moans eloquently, arching when Mountain scrapes his teeth over the tendon in his shoulder. Teasing the promise of a claim. 

"Belial, like that, just like that, darling." Mountain thrusts lazily, but devastatingly deep and precise. "Just lie back all pretty and take my cock," he breathes hotly into Dew's ear.

“Fu-uck ye-es,” Dew groans, voice jumping with each pass of Mountain’s cock over that spot deep inside. His own cock leaks over his stomach, precum catching in his happy trail and dripping down the shaft. 

Mountain kisses up his neck, leaving a messy trail of saliva until he reaches the sensitive spot behind Dew’s ear. He sucks and nibbles, thrusts getting steadily harder the longer he kisses there. The fire ghoul whines. The end of it turns into a wheeze when Mountain sucks a mark into the skin. 

“You sound so lovely,” Mountain purrs. His arm tightens across Dew’s chest, really pinning him down. His other arm moves down to his thigh, big hand gripping the muscle and pulling his legs further apart. “Will you cum for me if I touch you?”

Dew squirms a little. Digs his toes into the comforter and grips Mountain’s arm. “Yeah,” he whines. “‘M close, yes, please.”

Mountain huffs a laugh into his sweaty hair. He dips his hand further down, running a finger around Dew’s stretched hole and up the seam of his balls. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Drawn up so tight, so open for me,” he groans. He drags his hand up to his cock, squeezing the base gently. 

Dew keens, rolling his head back and forth. “Mountain,” he begs. “C-can’t, I—uhn f-fu—” The earth ghoul runs his thumb over the slit, snapping his hips up at the same time. Any coherent thought leaks out of Dew’s ears as quickly as the precum dripping from the head of his dick. 

“Just take it,” he breathes, really pounding into him now. “Lemme make you feel good.”

“Oh Lu-ci-fer,” Dew cries, arching sharply.  

“Shhh,” Mountain soothes. “That’s it.” He speeds his hand, slick sounds filling the air around them. “Give it to me, let me hear those lovely noises.”

Dew’s got plenty of them, spilling from his slack mouth with every stroke, every thrust. And still, Mountain kisses at his neck, sucking, nipping, and laving at all the spots that make Dew gasp and clench down on his cock. 

“Close,” Dew hisses. “Gonna fuckin’ cum—Mount, shit, ‘mgonnacum—” 

Mountain sinks his teeth into the fire ghoul’s shoulder, turning his warning into a warbling moan. His eyes roll back and he spills over Mountain’s hand in no less than two thrusts and one pull on his cock, tail ramrod straight against the bed as he shudders through it.

[st-danger]

Hello my friend i would like for you to think of the following

Dew (on the tour bus) calling Aether (not on said bus) in the middle of night (everyone “asleep”) because he needs to hear aethers voice when he cums and oh he’s two fingers deep (normally fingers are saved for hotel rooms) and he’s edging himself on accident and he’s trying so hard not to make any noise but he has to hear aethers voice tell him to cum

Can't talk right now, Dew texts him, but I need you to talk to me.

And then, realizes how that could be alarming, adds:

Two fingers inside.

It's late enough where he almost expects Aether to be sleeping, to get zero response. He isn't sure what he'd do, then; the need thrumming through him, the ache... relief. He needs relief. He could get there himself, but it'll be better with his voice on the line. Fortunately, the phone lights up a few minutes later, and Dew, legs drawn up with his nimble fingers wiggling inside himself, bites the inside of his cheek. He has to keep the movements slow, prevent himself from making noise. He answers, holding the phone between his head and shoulder.

"It's late," Aether murmurs into Dew's ear. Dew's shaky, soft exhale is answer enough. His privacy curtain is drawn, he hears Mountain snoring softly a few bunks away. "Hope you're keeping it down."

He is trying. Very hard, he might add, to hold back the noises he'd like to make freely. To never stroke himself too fast, to work his fingers in slow to prevent telltale slick sounds.

"Should be my hands and fingers," Aether continues. "Wish you were throbbing in my palm."

Dew hears a rustle of fabric on the line, intentionally loud he thinks, and then a low, pleased rumble as Aether clearly has begun to toy with himself. The mental imagine of Aether working his fat dick up in a large hand has him clenching, fluttering around his fingers.

"Bet you look so good right now," Aether says. "Bet your cheeks are as pink as your cock. You've been hard for a while, haven't you? Must really need it, fingering yourself on the bus." Petty pleasure derived from the breathless way Aether finishes that sentence. Like saying it aloud is hot to him. Dew hopes it is. He's drawing short, measured breaths in and out through his nose. His body feels so tense. He keeps his fist tight as he jerks his cock, so slow, has to keep quiet, and continues to slide lotion-slick fingers in and out of his hole.

Two of Aether's fingers would feel like so much more, he reminds himself, and a pretty pearl of fluid beads out onto the tip of his cock. He feels it well up but cannot see; his bunk is dark, obviously, but the slow leak is unmistakable, confirmed when he rubs his thumb back and forth over the head on his next glacial upstroke.

"Keep breathing into the phone," Aether instructs, and Dew hears him spit- must be into his own hand, because his ears are flooded with wet, rhythmic sounds. He feels his throb from his inside and outside, where his hand squeezes his stiffy. "You got me hard, Dew." Aether huffs a laugh, disbelieving. "So fast. Unholy Father, you're so hot. Keep stroking, yeah? Pet inside for me. Wiggle those fingers the way I know you like it. Can you get them a little deeper inside yourself? Can you do that for me?"

Dew pulls his knees further up, and awkward and uncomfortable thing, but the discomfort adds to it for him. Uncomfortable at someone else's request is a situation he finds himself in often, and one he derives great satisfaction from. He exhales in a rush, lips close to the receiver when he wriggles them deeper in.

"When you get back, I'm going to make you cry." Dew screws his eyes shut, momentarily speeding up his strokes on his cock before forcing himself to slow down. Can't make noise, has to keep quiet. Has to. His narrow chest is heaving. "M'gonna get you in my bed and make up for lost time. Take you apart, make your little legs shake, hurt you a little-" Aether cuts himself off with a moan, and Dew winces at the sound he wishes he could echo. His face feels hot. The corners of his eyes prickle.

"Yes or no, whisper really quiet, but tell me if you're close."

Barely audible, Dew's lips form the word yes, right into the microphone. He's right there. Has been. Just needs that extra little push. The cherry on top to get him to lose it. He's going to stain his shirt. The backs of his knees are sweaty, he knows.

"Squeeze it all out for me," Aether urges, and Dew feels a tremor ripple through his body, head to toes. "Go on and really wring it out the way I do, yeah? Make your ass clamp down on your fingers, make it nice and tight. I know how greedy it gets."

The point of no return is on him within seconds. He wants to tell Aether to keep talking him through it, that he's about to cum, but he can't and somehow Aether just knows anyway.

"Go on, love. Go on and squirt for me and I'll do the same for you, okay?"

[redghoulettes]

RED WITH GHOULS (2023)

AETHER. They are actually very cute with each other, they're very close as they play songs together before he left. Aether is just like Red's bodyguard, though her bodyguard get bossed around by someone else Dew. They are like brother and sisters on stage, just sweet with each other.

FANS LOVES. aether and red body goals. bodyguard moments of aether and red. aether head kisses. red bossing him around. aether hugging red.

MOUNTAIN. They are extremely close; every time Red climbs up to his stage to play her guitar, Mountain voluntarily gives her drumsticks, which she then gives to the the audience. On sometimes, Mountain allows her to play his drum using extra drumsticks.

FANS LOVES. their height difference. her being too polite with mountain than with other ghouls. when red always sends mountain a flying kiss before going back down from his stage.

PHANTOM. Red and Phantom get along well, even though Phantom is a new member of the band. They always exchange glances and brief physical contact, such as Phantom grabbing her waist as he passes her and Red patting his back. They adore skin ships and feel extremely at ease with one another.

FANS LOVES. phantom grabbing red's waist. red shooting finger guns to phantom before playing square hammer. them jamming with each other while playing their instruments.

RAIN. The two of them share the same stage, so they're always together. Red and Rain get along well, they know each other well and can anticipate each other's next move. Fans frequently refer to them as boyfriend and girlfriend. Red makes Rain comfortable enough for him to let himself gone wild on stage.

FANS LOVES. when rain gives her flowers he receives. rain and red's head tilts. when rain actually gone wild, he holds her neck and gave it a squeeze. red stepping on rain's boots.

SODO. Given how close they are to one another, it's clear that they feel very comfortable around each other. They both enjoy making inappropriate gestures and performing on stage. They're both a menace when put together. They frequently make fun of one another on stage or in interviews.

FANS LOVES. that one video wherein sodo licks on her fingers on prequelle era. sodo grabbing red's thighs while performing. red mocking his mummy dust innuendos. sodo choking her when she does her iconic head leaning back where her neck gets expose.

SWISS. Swiss is a crazy ghoul who frequently messes with Red and everyone else. He likes to sneak behind her and placing his hands on her neck, tilting it upwards to make her look up at him. This is his way of making her feel short. Swiss always kneels down in front of Red, and every single time he does, he's thrusting his hips.

FAN LOVES. when swiss teases red's height. when red flips off on swiss. them actually, unbelievably being soft to each other. red coming towards swiss just to ignore him and face aurora.

[sentientgolfball]

A Sleepless Night

Finals have been kicking my ass so here’s a short self indulgent fic

Summary: GN!reader x Nameless Ghouls (platonic). Reader is found wandering the halls of the Ministry after a late night study session and invited to join the Ghoul Pile

The archives were still. It smelled of old leather and wood. Any candles that had been lit are long burnt out adding a hint of smoke into the air. Moonlight filtered softly into the massive room through the colored glass giving the place a bluish hue. It was the perfect picture of serenity. That is, until the ministry’s chimes ring out the hour. You jumped up from where you fell asleep at a desk, nearly falling backwards out of your chair. The books you had been studying, however, were not so lucky and had been flung in your frenzy. After the final chime of the bell you catch your breath attempting to calm your racing heart. Only once you had calmed yourself did you realize what time it was. Midnight.

“Oh shit” you jump out of your chair and quickly collect the displaced books, barely checking them over for any damage before putting them back in their rightful places. You knew either Primo or Omega or ,let’s face it, both would have your head if any of them were torn, but in your adrenaline fueled state you didn’t care about what may come. You were too occupied with trying to rush out of the archives, but you knew it was too late. At this hour all the dorms of the ministry would be locked and the only way you could get in is if you decided to wake the whole wing up by pounding on the heavy wooden doors.

You didn’t quite know where you were going after fixing up your desk to the best of your abilities, all you did know was that you’d be damned if you spent another sleepless night surrounded by ancient books and scrolls. After leaving the archives, you decided on seeing if there was any leftover food laying about in the ministry kitchen; maybe a snack would help you shake off your tiredness long enough to think of a good place to sleep that didn’t involve waking everyone. The halls were cold at this hour with no candles or fires lit and the silence was almost deafening. You felt a shiver run down your spine and a pit started to form in your stomach. It was almost laughable, you regularly spent your time working with ghouls summoned straight from Hell and conducting ancient rituals in the name of Satanas but it was a darkened hallway that sent your paranoia over the edge.

It was at that point you felt like you weren’t alone in the night. Your mind started racing with all the possibilities. Was it a Sibling? What if it was Omega pissed about the books? Could it be Copia wandering the halls unable to sleep? Whatever it was, you didn’t want to find out. You didn’t want to have to explain yourself in a half conscious state and you didn’t want to get in trouble for wandering the halls this late.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the body standing in the shadows until you walked straight into them. You tripped backwards almost falling over if it wasn’t for the figure grabbing your wrist to stop you. A flurry of apologies and explanations started to pour out of you when the figure asked “Are you alright? I felt something strong and came looking.”

You could practically feel your nerves settling at the sound of that voice. It was Aether. Of course it was him, quintessence ghouls could sense emotions and you weren’t exactly in the best state of mind at the moment. You looked up and met the quintessence ghoul’s purple eyes. His face was nothing short of concern and it was something in his gaze that sent you over the edge. You started rambling faster than your brain could keep up with.

“No! I haven’t had a good night's sleep in days. All I’ve been doing is slowly going insane under a mountain of translations and ritual instructions.” You would’ve continued but you could feel the back of your throat burning. You already ruined his night wandering too close to the ghoul dorm, you didn’t wanna bother him anymore. Aether didn’t say anything for a moment before closing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh. Here it comes you thought and prepared for the ghouls' anger, but instead you noticed that your mind started to clear. When Aether opened his eyes again they had a soft glow to them. Not only could quintessence ghouls sense emotions, they could also soothe. It was then that your exhaustion hit your body and you let out a yawn you tried to stifle.

“Better?”

“Better.”

“Now why don’t we start again hm?” He flashed a fanged smile at you. You considered what to say for a moment and settled on one thing. “I need to sleep.” The ghoul nodded in understanding and wrapped his spaded tail around your wrist to guide you. You assumed he’d just escort you back to the Sibling dorms so you wouldn’t get into trouble but after only walking for a few short moments he stopped.

“Here we are.” he said gesturing to the grand door in front of you both. It took a minute for you to process what was happening and then it hit you. “Aether…this is the ghoul dorm I can’t I won’t ask you to let me stay here” you paused for a moment “I already caused you enough trouble by waking you.” You held the ghoul’s gaze while he let out a soft chuckle

“You don’t have to worry the others don’t bite, well maybe Sodo, but that’s beside the point. You’re always welcome here and you look like you need it.” Your protests died on your tongue. He was right you were exhausted and despite not having looked in a mirror you had a feeling you looked a mess. Even so, you still hesitated. Sending this, Aether told you “don’t worry Omega isn’t in there. Him and the older ghouls hardly ever sleep in the dorm, they’re usually out doing their own things.” You dropped your head in defeat having no more excuses and allowed him to lead you inside. It was warm and dark but you could make out shapes of furniture and other decor. You thanked Aether and started to make your way to the couch in the middle of the room when you tripped on something and heard a sharp hiss. You jumped back and looked down only to be met with seven pairs of eyes of various colors looking back at you. They all looked half asleep and confused. Swiss looked like he was about to say something when he noticed Aether standing behind you.

“Ah so that’s where you went. I was wondering why I woke up with this attached to me” he motioned with his head to a bleary eyed Sodo using his stomach as a pillow. Aether responded “our friend here is in need of a good night's sleep, so I brought ‘em back with me.” The others didn’t seem surprised by this, leading you to believe this is a regular occurrence. You thanked Aether and the others for allowing you to sleep in their dorm and went to sit on the couch again. As you walked by the ghoul pile you felt a tail wrap around your ankle. You looked towards Aether confused and a bit scared, he just laughed. “Sleeping in the dorm means sleeping in the pile my dear Sibling” he said as he made his own way back into the throw of bodies. You hesitated for a bit wondering if he was serious or not. When the grip of the tail tightened around your ankle you realized he was in fact serious.

You awkwardly tried to lay down not wanting to disturb anyone in the pile. You came to realize the tail wrapped around your leg belonged to Mountain who seemed to be the foundation of the group.

That makes sense, you thought, he is the biggest ghoul after all. You then noticed that the air started to smell like a mix of vanilla and lavender. One of the earth ghoul’s abilities. You were still a bit tense being surrounded by all the ghouls, but that soon melted away with the heat radiating off of a now asleep Sodo curled up on Aether’s chest. At this point you have been fully integrated into the ghoul pile with tails intertwined around your limbs and clawed hands lightly scratching your back. You were fading in and out of consciousness when you noticed one of the ghoullettes had started humming a lullaby.

I could get used to this you thought before giving into the heaviness of your body and the warmth of the ghouls. That was the best night's sleep you had ever gotten.

Bonus:

Omega had finally finished his tasks in the archives when he noticed the sleeping Sibling. He recognized them, they’ve been doing research and rituals for the Ministry since they came of age. He enjoyed their presence in the archives on the long nights of work. He wondered why they chose to rest at their desk for the night.

Despite being one of the oldest ghouls currently at the Ministry, he still had a tough time understanding their behaviors. It was strange, he was a quintessence ghoul who had the power to read and soothe emotions, yet he still got confused by humans. He shrugged believing the Sibling just liked the atmosphere in the archives, he too has slept here on multiple occasions. He decided he would leave to bring the Sibling a blanket. At the very least he understood that humans get cold on account of not having any connection to the Infernal.

~~~

He had been gone for 10 minutes. Only 10 yet when he returned the Sibling was gone. He was a little disappointed until something caught his eye. Immediately he noticed a book placed incorrectly back on the shelves. The more he looked the more out of place texts he noticed and then he saw it. One of the Latin dictionaries had a slight tear on the spine. He could feel his eye twitch. He went looking for the Sibling stalking through the dark hallways when he stumbled upon them. He was going to approach when he noticed they weren’t alone. They were with Aether. He could barely hear what they were saying, but after the wave of emotion hit him he understood. He took one last glance before slinking away. Alright Sibling I’ll let you off this time he thought but starting tomorrow you’re stuck with me on cleaning duty.

[riconas]

between comfort and chaos

pairing: Aeon/Dew

rating: E

tags: Blow Jobs, Face-Fucking, Choking, Rough Sex, Degradation, aeon has a praise kink, and is the biggest people pleaser, Aftercare, Consensual Non-Consent, the morbid resignation of adding the cnc tag, Big Feelings (derogatory), Mentions of dissociation, sometimes you can't avoid sub drop baby

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“All yours,” Dew says sweetly, rubbing his face into Aeon’s hands like a cat. His voice goes all soft and breathy when he’s like this, eager to give. He has the loveliest voice when it isn’t being used to swear.

Aeon tilts Dew’s head curiously, like he’s examining a foreign specimen. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Dew entertains Aeon’s examining, neck going slack and pliable like a ragdoll. “All for you. You can use me.”

“Use you?” Aeon isn’t too sure about that. The word makes him feel a little uneasy—he shouldn’t be using Dewdrop. If anything, it should be him on that end, gratefully accepting everything and anything Dewdrop deigns to give. “Tell me how.”

or

Aeon has a less-than-healthy attitude when it comes to sex. Dew isn’t okay with that.

Read it on AO3

[writingjourney]

ziplocked love pt. 2 | dew x fem!reader

Summary: Dewdrop is away on tour and you’re struggling more than you care to admit to him.

Content: 4k words, fluff, a bit of angst, smut (18+ only, facetime sex, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, nudes), more soft dew, more banter, aether being a cutie

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Ao3 link

Again, this is 18+ only because it contains explicit content. I am already preparing for this to vastly underperform xD Thanks to everyone for your help with the donuts! Hope you enjoy!

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Summary: Dew is away on tour and you’re struggling more than you care to admit to him.

One big advantage of living in the ghoul’s den is that they have their own kettle. You don’t need to walk all the way to the kitchens for the comforts of a late night tea. Instead all you have to do is carry your mug from the kitchen area down the hall to Dew’s bedroom, lock the door and settle into your pile of blankets. The tea doesn’t warm you up quite as well as your boyfriend does, but the options are limited and you take what you can get.

Your phone buzzes right when you take the first sip.

S: Send me a hot pic to keep me going ‘til I’m alone later, baby.🍑 

You  smile at your screen and contemplate Dew’s request, staring at the peach emoji he added. You could just do it or… No. You end up sending a pic of your steaming tea mug instead.

Y: Like this?

D: Haha.

Y: Have to be more specific.

He doesn’t reply for another five minutes. The ritual starts soon and with the time difference, it’s getting late for you. While waiting, you try to snap a seductive picture of your baby blue panties. You’re wearing Dew’s shirt with a big inverted pentagram on it but his smell has already faded and even though his room does still smell like him, it feels like you’re taking over more and more. He’s only gone for a month but time stretches so long these days.

D: Skin, baby. Please.

You send him one of the pics you just took, your hip only covered by the tiny panties, the hem of the shirt visible at the edge right where your belly starts. Y: Only ‘cause you asked so nicely.

D: Cute.

You frown at the screen. Y: That’s all I get?

D: Babe, if you want more you have to send more.

Y: And what do I get?

D: Compliments.

Y: Nah, thanks. I know I’m hot.

You think you got him, watch the three dots on the screen blinking, then stopping, then blinking again. He’s probably speechless now, used to you revelling in his praise, maybe you can even get him to beg. But no. You lose the game, the dots disappear. Never gamble with a demon. 

You startle when the device starts vibrating a second later. As always, his picture lighting up your screen makes your heart flutter. You saved him under Little Menace after you learned that he saved you under Little Minx. Seeing the name always makes you smile.

„Hey, handsome,“ you say. „Calling to beg?“

Dew scoffs. „Calling to hear your voice since you won’t give me anything else.“

„Aw, I love you, too.“

„Babe,“ he warns.

„What?“

„Is it so bad that I miss your body?“

You chuckle. „No, but you already have a ton of nudes.“

„I need new ones every day, you can’t expect me to be happy with the one hundred and fifty-three that I have!“ He sighs when you don’t answer. „You just love being mean to me. Letting me starve.“

„I do. Because you’re cute when you get desperate.“

„All I heard was I’m cute and I agree.“ He hums, a happy drawn-out sound that makes you smile. „Okay, I have a proposal. You send me a pic. A really good pic. And later, when I use it, I’m recording that for you.“

„I’m listening.“

„What, that’s not enough?“

„No, I have a bunch of nut vids of you. And I’ll be asleep by then. Where’s the excitement?“

You’re teasing him. Of course it’s enough, of course you’re happy with any crumb he throws your way. He often sends you pictures of himself in front of the venues they’re performing at or just random things he finds interesting and you eat it all up. Last week he sent you a pic of some random person’s cat, saying it reminded him of you, and you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face for hours.

„How about I add some extra pictures? Come on, you’re getting a video and a bunch of pics for just one nude. Great deal, if you ask me.“

You can’t help but chuckle. „Hmmmm. Alright, I think that’s okay.“

„You’re messing with me. You know fully well that you’ve got me wrapped around your finger, you little minx.“

„You’re just very horny,“ you say, smirking at the use of the nickname. „Making deals while horny is never a good idea, baby. Shouldn’t you know that, as a student of the infernal dealmaker?“

„I do know that but you left me no choice.“ He pauses and you wish you could see him. „Wait a sec. How the hell did you manage to trick me when I’m the one who’s supposed to trick humans?“ You hear shuffling on his side, a door, voices. „Fuck, I need to get ready. I love you, baby. And send the fucking pic, I swear it’s urgent.“

With that he’s gone and you let out a sigh of disappointment, the sudden quiet surrounding you like a heavy fog. You’d sell your soul to have him here. But then again you kind of already sold it, agreeing to a romantic relationship with a demonic creature. It’s all fun and games up until the moment you realise they’re not human, that their emotions, their whole minds work in mysterious ways you don’t always understand.

You snap Dew the picture he wanted, trying to bury the doubts, six feet under. He misses you, you know it. Of course what he misses most is touching you because that’s the one thing you can’t do over phones, but it’s not like your body is the only thing he misses, right? 

Unless ghouls don’t feel like that. They are eternal creatures, forged in the ever-burning fires of hell. What’s a few earthly months to them? And he has so many distractions, he has no time to properly miss you.

The thought stings more than it should. It’s not his fault. You know who you’re in love with and he does the best he can. You know he’s already way out of his comfort zone, being committed to you, why can’t you stop wanting more?

After sending him a better photo, you change into sweatpants and a hoodie. No point in looking sexy now and it’s cold in the ghoul’s den, your tea already lukewarm. It hasn’t gone unnoticed that you’re sleeping in Dew’s room, snide comments by Siblings and hushed whispers when you come up the stairs a daily occurrence. But no one has stopped you yet and so you continue to wrap his blankets around you, bury your face in his pillow until you’re close to suffocating.

Even now, you sometimes find one of his silky long hairs in bed or wake up with one of his blond lashes stuck to your cheek. Missing him always feels hardest in those tiny moments – pulling a new shirts out for you to wear and remembering the last time he wore it. Passing by one of the spots in the abbey that he kissed you in. Or fucked you in. Sometimes he just stops you in the hallway to nibble at your neck and tell you he loves you. And you half expect him to do it before remembering that he’s gone. Because he is gone and yet he’s everywhere. Walking around the abbey feels heavy now, the echos of these moments following your every step.

You close your eyes, reminding yourself that in two weeks you’re going to fly out to see him. You can only visit for a few days and then he’ll be gone for another month. But it’s better than nothing, it’s better than whatever this here is.

You’re not sure when your basic bodily functions became dependent on someone else. 

Okay, that is dramatic. You know you can live without Dew, you don’t really need him for survival.

But ever since he left, you sleep like shit. 

There is just something about the empty bed that depresses you. It’s not even the lack of sex, even though him tiring you out most days probably does help, but you’re pretty sure it’s being alone with your thoughts that wakes your insomnia again. Before Dew, these nights were frequent. You’ve gotten used to discussing your days with him, receiving his comfort and undivided attention, clearing your head before it hit the pillow.

Now, you’re just alone with yourself again. 

The longer he’s gone, the more sleep-deprived you are. It doesn’t help that you’re on kitchen duty all week, getting up at five a.m. to help with breakfast and then nearly falling asleep during Morning Mass a few hours later. The same exhausting rhythm every day, slowly grinding you like wheat in a mill, until you’re nothing but dust.

When Dew finally FaceTimes you on their day off on Thursday with a five hour time difference you’re knackered and emotionally drained. For him, it’s still a young evening. For you, it’s midnight on day four of this agonising cycle.

You answer with a forced smile that turns into a genuine one once you see his face. „Hey, baby.“

„Hey, babe.“ He’s lying in a hotel bed, white pillow propped up behind him. „You look so beautiful.“

„Thanks.“ He’s either lying or the dim light in his room hides the bags under your eyes. But you take it nonetheless, any kind word welcome. „You look really handsome, too.“

„I’ve been thinking about you so much today.“ He sighs dramatically. „See, we were at this donut place and they had all your favorites. It felt wrong not to get you anything.“

You hum. „Sounds great. What’d you get?“

„Thought about getting Boston Cream but then they had Red Velvet, so I couldn’t not get that. I mean, it was red.“

„Why am I not surprised?“

„Aw, baby you know I like stuffing my mouth with sweet red things.“

You can’t fight the smirk. „Was it good?“

„It was incredible but nothing compared to your taste,“ he says. „Which is also something I’ve been thinking about all day.“

„Are you alone?“ 

The inquiry is stupid. Literally any of the other ghouls would have been heard snickering or crudely commenting by now. But for some reason the question alone feels seductive.

„Yea, Aeth is over at Rain’s for an hour or so. We’re all by ourselves.“

An hour is good. You can muster enough energy for that.

„How about you show me what’s under that black t-shirt, then?“ you ask.

„Will you show me what’s under yours?“

„Trying to bargain again?“

Dew smirks. „Always.“

You both shed your layers until you’re completely bare and it’s exciting to watch it only via small frames, tiny glimpses, to hear the shuffling but not see all of it just yet. You catch a pierced nipple, a stretch of bare, charcoal skin, the beginnings of his happy trail, slender muscles and boney joints, his hair spilling over his shoulders, until he’s done and holding you up to his face. You can tell he’s flushed, not only horny but properly turned on, ready to do the nasty things you’ve been dreaming of ever since your last phone date. You wish you were more awake, more in tune with yourself.

„You’re so beautiful,“ you say. „I miss touching all of this.“

He smirks. „Me too. Show me more of you, baby.“

You know he wants to see your breasts, they’re pretty much already in frame anyway, and you squeeze your arms together to push them up some more. Dew gives an appreciative hum, followed by a wistful sigh.

„Touch your nipples for me,“ he says. „I want to see them perk up. Like they do when I blow on them.“

You do as he says, moving your fingers over your breasts, circling your areola, squeezing, then rolling your nipple between two fingers, all while watching over the screen how he starts stroking himself. He’s hard and beautiful, veiny and slick with his own spit. It really gets you going to watch him, even though you hate that you don’t get to touch him in any way. He’s already leaking, the skin of his boney fingers glistening wetly. You lick your lips, trying to conjure up his taste, to imagine his hands touching you right now. For a second you close your eyes and it’s almost real. You run a tentative hand down your belly, finding your pussy dripping, waiting, aching for him.

„I’m so wet, baby.“ You whimper when you brush your clit. „So, so wet.“

„Show me.“

It always takes you a while to get comfortable wielding around your phone, to stop worrying about the camera angle or if it looks weird in any way. In the dim lighting, your curves look soft, your skin ashen, almost like it’s dressed in shadows, and you hope it translates. When you move the camera between your legs and play with your arousal, Dew groans.

„Fuck, I can’t believe I don’t get to taste this,“ he says. „I would kill a man to eat you out right now.“

You smile, mostly because you know he’s not exaggerating. But at the same time, you’re aching for his cock far more than for his mouth, mostly because you really need his lips on yours. You want his whole body surrounding you when his tongue pushes past your lips. The lack of kissing during phone sex is infuriating.

„Babe, I can’t see you,“ you complain. He gets sloppy when he’s focused on you.

„Right, sorry.“ 

He readjusts the camera. „Better?“

„Yea.“

„You think you can show me if you’re ready for me?“

It’s easy to imagine he’s sprawled out beside you, giving you orders to touch yourself before he does. You’ve done that before. So you slowly push a finger inside of you, testing the waters before you add a second one. „So ready,“ you say. „Please.“

He curses but you can’t keep your eyes open. It’s painful to know he’s not gonna do it for you, no matter how much you’re begging. You pump your fingers into your dripping cunt but they’re not as long as his, not as nimble. And they certainly don’t stretch you like his cock does.

„Doing so good, baby. I know you’d take me so well.“ His voice is strained, you know he’s pretty far along, his hand moving faster now, rhythmic, obscene sounds coming out of your speakers. They’re not as clear, not as melodious, muffled by the microphone.

Nevertheless they have the same effect on you. „Mhm, Dew.“

„Keep going,“ he says, groaning as his hand moves over his length. You only vaguely register what he’s doing, too busy with yourself. You wish you had your second hand to touch your breasts or even better, to squeeze your throat like he does. It’s not enough stimulation, not enough to drown out your thoughts, the white noise buzzing in your brain, making it hard to let go.

„You have to keep talking,“ you say, knowing it’s the only way you’re gonna come. „Please.“

„Fuck, you just have to imagine it’s me. I’d fuck you so good, you’d scream down the whole abbey.“ Another groan, faster sounds. „You’re doing so well, baby. I can see how much you want me, keep giving me those pretty noises. Make yourself feel good for me, huh. So damn good. Shit, that’s my girl, my good. fucking. girl.“

You tumble over the edge when you hear Dew’s unrestrained moans and whimpers mixing with your own, the slick sounds of his hand spreading his seed over his length as he rides out his orgasm. His groans fill your ears as you press your fingers into your spongy walls, trying to reach higher. It’s intense, despite the lack of body contact, and you feel your heart clenching in your chest. It’s pleasure mixed with a range of other sensations you can’t quite place. Already you can feel your emotions whirling around, thoughts becoming muddled again. You fight back, to cling to sweet oblivion for a while longer, but you’re too vulnerable right now and it takes all the restraint you can muster to bite back a physical reaction. All you want to do is cry like a baby, to let it all spill out.

But Dew is still there, he can’t know.

„Fuck that was so much better than the fucking donut.“ You hear a few more deep breaths. „Aight, baby, I’m just gonna clean up and get dressed before Aether comes back.“

He’s gone then, camera facing the white hotel ceiling as you vaguely hear running water in the background. It allows you to let out the sob you’ve been holding in and the tears fall on their own accord. Your body is sensitive, you’re stripped bare not only physically. You put the phone away, face down so he can’t see you weeping but the quiet only lasts a few seconds.

Because of course he can still hear.

„Are you crying?“ he asks, shuffling back onto the bed.

You fight another sob. „No.“

„Baby, show me your pretty face.“

„No.“

„Hey, don’t shut me out.“

His velvety soft tone makes you pick the phone back up, pouting into the camera as you try to fight back more tears. There is no way you can get rid of the grimace on your face but he doesn’t show it; his face is scrunched up, brows knit together in concern. He’s wearing a black t-shirt now and you miss seeing his bare chest.

„What’s wrong?“ His voice drips with worry. „Baby, tell me.“

„I’m sorry.“ You sniffle. „I’m so sorry, I ruined it.“ 

„No, no, it’s fine.“

„I don’t know what’s wrong with me.“

„That’s okay, it’s all too much, huh?“

All you can muster is a weak nod, closing your eyes to fight the approaching headache.

„What can I do to make it better?“ Dew asks.

Come home. 

But you know the request is unfair and you don’t really want him to. You know he loves touring, he’s having the time of his life based on what you see in all the videos and you want him to soak up all of it. You’re just being selfish, codependent and clingy. And you don’t want to be selfish, codependent and clingy. You want to give him the space he deserves.

„Nothing,“ you say. „I can handle it.“

„You’ve been a bit off for a while now but I figured you’d tell me if something was wrong,“ Dew says. „You trust me, right?“

„I don’t know what you mean. Of course I trust you.“

He ignores you. „Is it just missing me? Or something else?“ 

You frown. Just missing him. For some reason this feels like the wrong answer. Just missing him. He’s obviously doing so much better than you.

 You swallow, the lump in your throat making it painful. „You know orgasms make me emotional.“

„Baby, this is not that and we both know it.“

He gives you a minute to search for an answer which is fair and very unlike him and his impulsive nature. You appreciate his patience and to see his handsome face so full of concern eases your worries. He’s trying so hard for you. You don’t need to hide.

„I sleep really bad,“ you admit, looking away. „And yea, I really fucking miss you.“

„You’ll be here soon, though. In a week.“

„Yea.“

„You can do it, right?“

„Yea, I’ll manage. I can handle it,“ you say, barely hiding your irritation. „I told you.“

„Hey, don’t be snappy.“

You look back into the camera. His face is surprisingly soft, not upset like you expected. He looks beautiful with his hair slightly messy like that, eyes still glinting with that post-orgasmic bliss.

„I miss you, too. You know that, right?“

„Yes.“

„And I can’t wait to see you.“

„Mhm.“

He scoffs. „I can’t wait to see you too, Dew,“ he says in a high-pitched voice, a poor imitation of yours. „I love you sooo much.“

Despite yourself, you smile. „Idiot. I don’t sound like that.“

„Look, there’s my baby.“ He smiles. „So fucking pretty.“

His words cement the happy expression on your face. It feels good to hear him say it, feels good to have him cheer you up. His virtual comfort is a bandaid that’ll carry you over the next week. Seeing him will be a proper remedy.

„I guess I’m just really tired,“ you say in defeat. „I’ve been on kitchen duty all week which means getting up at five and then I can’t sleep until three most nights.“

„You’re running on two hours of sleep?“

„That’s being generous, yea.“

„Now I’m not surprised you randomly start crying,“ he says. „I would have most likely killed someone by now.“

You giggle. „Oh, yea, you would’ve.“

A door opens and Dew groans in annoyance.

„Heeeeey,“ you hear Aether calling. „You decent?“

Dew rolls his eyes. „No.“

„You are, you liar.“

Aether comes into frame, plopping down behind Dew and pulling him close to his chest, saying your name. „Hi.“

„Hi, Aeth.“

„You look pretty,“ he says.

„Stop staring at her boobs,“ Dew says. „Baby get a shirt. He’s ogling you.“

You roll your eyes and put the phone to the side, slipping into the shirt from earlier. „I don’t know why you care, he saw me so many times by now.“

„Only because he doesn’t know what knocking is.“

„Hey, if you don’t lock the door that’s like an invitation,“ Aether says. „Besides, your girlfriend loves when I come over to cuddle at night because then she can finally be someone’s little spoon.“

„What are you talking about? She loves being the big spoon. Don’t you, baby?“

You grin. „I love both.“

Dew makes a face while Aether’s smile widens. He squeezes Dew to his chest, engulfing him in a hug that is so tight he almost drops the phone. „You are very small spoon shaped,“ Aether says. „I get it.“

„Fuck you,“ Dew replies.

„Wish I could squeeze myself in there,“ you say with a sad smile.

Dew’s eyes find yours over the display and he gives you a knowing look, aware of your pain, but Aether doesn’t seem bothered.

„If you want something to cuddle with you can take my huge banana plushie, that’s basically Dew’s size anyway,“ he offers, then snickers. „Well, the size of his body.“

Dew makes to complain but you interrupt him. „Thanks, that’s a nice idea. Hey, if you two are tired, we can just say goodnight.“

„No, we’re not tired,“ Dew exclaims. „It’s only eight.“

„I am tired,“ Aether says.

„Not my problem.“

„It’s okay,“ you say. „I can just…“

„No, I want to fall asleep with you.“ Dew awkwardly wriggles free from Aether’s grasp. „Or watch you fall asleep at least. Would that help with your sleeping issues?“

„Maybe.“

„She has sleeping issues?“ Aether asks.

„Stop listening in,“ Dew chides. „This is a private conversation. Private. Do you want me to spell it out?“

„It’s not private. We’re in the same room. I can’t not hear you.“

„Try harder?“

While they bicker, you put the phone away, clean yourself with a tissue and finally pull the covers over your shivering body. Then you prop the phone up on Dew’s pillow. After a few tries you get it to stand so you don’t have to hold it anymore. It takes a few more minutes until Dew has his bed for himself again and you see his face.

„Want to try and sleep?“ he asks. „I’ll just… hang around until you do.“

„You don’t have to.“

„I don’t want you to fall asleep alone and sad. So, yea I have to.“

You reluctantly nod and close your eyes. You are tired, or at least your muscles are, getting heavier by the second. You’re almost asleep when you hear his voice again, a whisper that gives you goosebumps.

„Hey, baby? I love you.“

You smile. „I love you, too.“

Somewhere in the background you hear Aether call over the buzz of a toothbrush. „I love you, too!“

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I hope this was at least a little bit of what you wanted it to be because ngl I don't do well with the pressure of expectations. I can see myself writing a part 3 with a reunion, so lmk if you'd want that. Prequel is in the works, too. Feedback is as always much appreciated and a big motivation for any writer, remember this is not the clock app and we're real people. Have a nice day friends and thanks for reading!

Part 3 here

[negativeyield]

this bad begins (5613 words) by negativeyield

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band)Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Swiss/Original Ghoul Character(s) (Ghost Sweden Band), Everyone/Everyone, Rain (Ghost Sweden Band) & You, Aurora/Phantom (Ghost Sweden Band) Characters: Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band), Dewdrop | Sodo, Rain (Ghost Sweden Band), Aurora (Ghost Sweden Band), Mountain (Ghost Sweden Band), Cumulus (Ghost Sweden Band), Cirrus (Ghost Sweden Band), Aether (Ghost Sweden Band), Phantom (Ghost Sweden Band), Cardinal Copia | Papa Emeritus IV Additional Tags: Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band) Is a Little Shit, Polyamorous Ghouls (Ghost Sweden Band), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, POV Second Person, No use of y/n, Worldbuilding, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cunnilingus, Multiple Orgasms, Enthusiastic Consent, Friends to Lovers, multi ghoul lore, Swiss is Not Okay, there's more minor relationships than tagged, but lets just assume everyone be fucking, Sexual Tension, Sweet Aether (Ghost Sweden Band), quintessence lore

Summary You are a new multi-ghoul summoned for Ghost's upcoming tour. Since you haven't been topside in a while, Swiss helps you get your elements under control… but as you grow closer, you figure out he's been keeping an important secret from the rest of the ghouls.

[ethereal-maniac]

Hiii I was curious if you could write headcanons of the papa's ot ghouls with a partner with post-coital dysphoria? If youre comfortable with it. I've been diagnosed with it recently and I've found maybe 2 fics with it

Thanks for your time!!

<3

A/n: Hi lovely! I wasn’t sure which era you wanted so I did 4. I also don’t know much about post coital dysphoria so I did some research for this and hopefully I was able to understand it correctly. I hope you're doing okay and that this helps. 🩷

(Please do let me know if this was inaccurate and I can re-write it if you'd like. 🩷)

Non-Descript!G/n!Reader x Sodo, Swiss, Phantom, Aether, Rain, Mountain, Cumulus, Cirrus and Copia (seperate).

❗️CW❗️: some implied abuse but no specifics, talk of it being possibly hormonal, just that it had long lasting negative effects on reader, implied smut, overall comfort. If you think this will cause you any discomfort, please don’t read! 🫶

SODO

It took him a good couple of days to grasp the concept.

Sex always feels so good to him, how could it do the opposite for you?

He gets mad at whatever reason you got diagnosed for this, whether it was hormones or past trauma.

He then takes the time to lay you down on the bed and softly kiss every part of your body.

Kisses always help and he's praying that they'll help ease some of your pain.

He takes things slowly with you, he's never been more committed to anyone in his whole life, you mean so much to him he refuses to do anything until you're positive it's what you want.

Their's a couple of long talks before having sex, discussing boundaries, what could occur, how he could support you during intercourse and afterwards.

He hates when you want space after sex, he's in an especially bad mood when you are (he will of course leave you alone if that's what you want though).

He will do everything in his power to help you feel as good as he does after sex.

He's in it for the long run honey, nothing could ever make him stop loving you.

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SWISS

This was big for him to try and digest.

He's so proud after each time you have any sort of sexual contact with him.

A lot of the time if you're feeling a bit sad/ashamed/anxious after sex and want him to be around, he has a shower with you and carefully washes your body, giving your muscles a massage and murmurs praise before hopping out of the shower, drying you off and dressing you in his comfy clothes.

Then if you’re still not feeling better, he puts on some relaxing music and picks you up, walking around the room as he waits for you to fall asleep.

And if you just want space to cool off? He'll set up a nice bath full of relaxation salts, then while you marinate in there, he queues up your favourite movie and sets up some fun little distracting activities for you (e.g colouring, gaming, whatever you enjoy).

Just let him flop on top of you a couple of hours later please, he must know if you're feeling happier.

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PHANTOM

It took a good couple of hours of talking for him to fully comprehend what post coital dysphoria means and how it affects you.

He isn't mad when you get irritable or upset after sex, he just feeds some of his Quintessence through to you and helps you work through it.

Since bug is still quite new to 'top-side things', including caring sex, he'll need some reassurance every now and then that he didn't do anything wrong once you're feeling better.

He feels surprisingly protective of you when you're feeling especially bad after intercourse and, if you'll let him, he'd like to perch on some furniture nearby and watch you.

He just needs to make sure you're alright.

Everything in his being is just itching to hold you, he can sense you're upset and all his instincts are screaming at him to cuddle you in a nest until you're happy again.

But he knows sometimes you just don't want that.

Sometimes he'll leave the room without a word and come back a couple of minutes later with two or three of Copias rats in his hands.

He then places them gently on your lap, watching you for any signs of a smile as he moves back to his perch.

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AETHER

You had discussed this with him prior to sex and he was very understanding.

He doesn't push you to do anything after being intimate, just do what feels right and comfortable.

But if you let him, he would like to feed some of his Quintessence through to you to help take the edge off of what ever emotion you're experiencing.

He also helps you set up some appointments with the abbeys therapist if you're interested.

But it's okay if you're not interested! Whether it's because you're not ready to delve into it yet or because you'd just prefer to talk about it with Aether.

He's used to dealing with Sodo being in bad moods every once in a while so you're a piece of cake and he knows how to not aggravate you further.

It's okay if you want him to leave you alone for a while, but it will take everything in him to not just sit outside your door and blow up your phone with text messages saying how much he loves you.

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RAIN

Seeing you anxious after being intimate with him, makes him feel anxious.

He tries to bring you into his arms when he notices you getting a little teary but you push him away with a slight scowl.

Then he remembers the conversation you had with him a couple of weeks ago.

It makes him want to cry when he realises how much this effects you.

Then he pulls himself together. You need something right now, and he's going to deliver.

He puts on some clothes before handing you your own, making sure to not touch you as it seems like that's not what you want right now, then gently asks "what can I do to help you?"

He's so patient while you take your time to think of what you want and if you're not sure? That's okay! He'll try some things out until one feels right.

He gets you your favourite snack, then he turns on your favourite comfort show/movie and sits down on a nearby chair watching you like a hawk for any further signs of discomfort.

He doesn't want to leave you alone like this but doesn't want to accidentally make you even more anxious by being too close.

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MOUNTAIN

He's pretty intuitive and tends to know what you need after each sexual experience.

Whether it's him taking you on a walk outside for a while, going through some deep breathing exercises.

Or picking up rotten apples and throwing them as hard as you can into a bin/against a wall.

Or just standing by the abbeys lake in his arms when no one's around, your legs around his waist and arms around his neck while he holds your thighs/back and gently rocks you both side to side.

Or if you just want space, he'll make sure to be around in his usual spots until you come find him.

He's determined to make sex a positive experience for you.

You're so deserving of that.

He's also big on communication after each time you have sex and will gently ask you if their's anything you wanted to bring up, or if you don't want to tell him yet, he encourages you to write it down in the journal he bought you with Copias money.

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CUMULUS

She's felt a bit of post coital dysphoria every once in a while but not to the extent that she got a diagnosis, so she can only imagine how rough that must feel.

She's amazing at adapting to the different aftercare you need each time.

She tends to keep a special basket in her bedside drawer that consists of; your favourite snacks, your favourite book, a calming spray she made with all your favourite scents and a comfy blanket.

How ever much time you need to recover, she'll supply it.

Sometimes she reads to you while you lie on the bed next to her or on her chest.

She has a very musical, soothing voice, she could be one of those people that read audio books on apps.

Or she’ll hum songs while running her hands through your hair.

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CIRRUS

She's shocked and has to pause the conversation for a second before continuing.

She's quick to reassure you that she's completely okay with sex being off the table for however long you need, months, years, decades, she'll wait.

She's determined to figure out how to help you, any way to make you feel more comfortable in the relationship.

This leads to many days and sometimes nights spent in the library, deep in thought as she reads.

Sometimes she'll come back from the library and just hug you with wide eyes before returning to the library once more.

She becomes especially protective of you after sexual intercourse, even if it's been like six hours and you're feeling better.

She just sort of follows you around the ministry as you do your chores, growling at all the siblings for no particualr reason.

No one's aloud to make her darling feel bad for things that aren't your fault (not that anyone dares).

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COPIA

He feels very honoured that you trust him enough to open up about this.

After each time you have sex he's quick to analyse how you're feeling from your facial expressions.

Does he need to get out his rats? Do you need a long nap to shake the blues? Do you want to go terrorise people with Sodo and Swiss? He'll get you food and water first, that's good. Right? That could help?

He's not afraid to talk about the real things and if you want to talk about what that sex session brought up for you, he's eager to hear about it and try to help.

He doesn't care what baggage you come with, as long as he can be yours and you can be his, he's the happiest goof on earth.

And don't stress if you go through phases of not wanting to be sexually intimate, he's happy to just hold your hand once in a while.

All he asks is that their's communication between the two of you, he'd hate to cause you any upset.

Do not copy, translate or transfer (plagiarise) my fics.

[lovesomehate]

Dew and Copia making me stop everything just to make these 🧎🏻

[lunariiawrites]

In Progress (Ghost) Fics!

Here are some WIPs that I'm working on! I'm beyond excited.

Fed Up. (Rain x Reader)

It’s been a long day in the Abbey, and Dew is doing what he does best. Antagonize. This causes you to see a side of Rain you’ve never seen before.

Water on a Burn (Dew x Reader) 

Dewdrop has been testy lately. Everyone notices, even your fellow siblings. Aether comes to you with a solution.

Ethereal (Cirrus x Reader)

It’s Halloween and the Ministry is alight with celebrations. You catch Cirrus’ attention and she pulls you away for your own fun.

Praise (Cumulus x Reader) 

A fight breaks out and you’re left to clean up the mess. Cumulus shows you how good she is with her keyboard, among other things.

If anyone has any ideas they'd like to see, feel free to let me know! I'm always happy to hear more!

[kaisarionn]

can you do a fluffy young!Terzoxreader? like- modern-day AU where Terzo and the reader are friends and live next to each other but have feelings. kids like mutual pinning. IDK sorry if this is too specific!

A/n: Thank you for the ask! Sorry it took so long, but before you read it, I have a couple of things to say. I have no idea how eight year olds act despite working at a children’s museum lmao. I also used the term Joyfriend instead of girlfriend for my enby/male followers, and if you have a problem with this please, keep it to yourself! :) Word count: 434. Estimated read time: 1m 35s. Pure childhood fluff!! 

Young love ✨

You skip across your yard to go see your best friend Terzo, you had been best friends since first grade! He was from Italy, you thought it was the coolest thing ever! He had a really cute accent, though you would never tell him that. Your mind running a million miles a minute as you approach the door you knock on it lightly, waiting for someone open it. 

Terzo heard a knock at the door and ran down stairs to open it, normally he wouldn’t open the door for strangers, but he knew it was his best friend! He was so excited to see you, he went to Italy for the summer to visit his father and missed you a lot! So when he opens the door, he immediately tackles you into a hug. Which you quickly reciprocate, happy to have your best friend back. 

“Terzo I missed you so much, don’t leave me again!” You cry into his shoulder “I won’t sorella, I promise!” He giggles. You lean back and say “what does sorella mean?” with a funny look on your face. “Sister!” He says with a laugh. “Now let’s go play, last one to the back yard is a rotten egg!” He jumps up and runs to the back door. You chase after him as quickly as you can.

 He obviously reaches the backyard first and says “I win!” in triumph, throwing his arms up in the air in victory. “No fair, you got a head start!” You fake pout. He walks over to you and hugs you while saying “I’m sorry, sorella! Can you ever forgive me?” He playfully exaggerates, while you hug him back. Trying to hide your blushing face.

“yes- tag your it!” You run as quickly as possible while giggling in revenge.

He stands there for a moment, trying to process what happened, before running after you. You two run around for what felt like forever- which in actuality was five minutes. But you two are eight years old, that’s close enough, right? 

You accidentally get stuck in a corner trunk to get away from, and he takes his opportunity to tag you back. “I got you back!” He smiles, proud of himself. “Terzo, lunchtime! And tell your joyfriend they can join too” Terzo’s mother calls from the open kitchen window. 

“They are not my joyfriend, Mamma!” He yells back, clearly embarrassed as evident by the blush on his face. He looks over to you and says “s-sorry about mia mamma.” “I-It’s okay, let’s go eat!” You say, blushing just as hard. “Terzo!” His mother yells “coming mamma!”