#young papa nihil x reader

[emeritus-fuckers]

weirdest kinks for each papa if you haven't done so already?

not sure what you meant exactly so i just decided to have fun with this one - rat

Papas and their weirdest kinks

Primo

Piss.

Nasty, nasty piss boy.

Pisses on his Ghouls.

Secondo

Femdom, humiliation and pet play combo.

This man will die before his pride lets him admit it, but having someone force him on all fours, keep him on a leash and humiliate him is just such a fucking turn-on for him.

And especially when it's a young, pretty, innocent looking girl that treats him like a worthless dog.

Terzo

For legal reasons, I cannot make a joke that I wanted to originally make, so we'll go with a second option.

Mpreg and lactation.

Asking Omega to impregnate them was not a joke.

Terzo craves being stuffed full with kids and having milk drip from their tits.

And Omega is very happy to help that come true.

Copia

Simon Curtis's Joystick kind of dirty talk.

He's a gamer. And a virgin.

Call his dick a joystick and say you wanna play and he's gonna be cum the second you touch him.

Old Nihil

Italian stallion.

Call him that.

Also, playing out his past hook-ups.

Young Nihil

Obsessed with tits to a very unhealthy degree.

Mixes with a weird, worship-like mommy kink.

He'll literally overstimulate himself as he's sucking your tits, whimpering out the word "mommy" as he dry humps your thigh.

I like my men pathetic.

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Written by Nosferatu.

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[onedaughterofman]

I am /begging/ for some Nihil x reader content.

Perhaps something soft with just a touch of angst.

Nihil is my bf, so yes yes yes...

This took me a while. Thanks for waiting!

Goodnight, again (Young! Papa Nihil x g/n reader)

Summary: Nihil knows how to comfort you after a bad dream.

Tags: rated T. Fluff, only a touch of angst. Nihil being a dork, kind of an lovable idiot. Mentions of nightmares and insomnia. Short and sweet.

"Uh, what's wrong?"

Nihil's voice is barely audible over the frantic beating of your heart inside your ribcage. Mouth completely dry, you struggle to reply a coherent sentence. The nightmare is still fresh in your memory, making it hard to speak.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep," you whisper. Turning around to look at him, your pupils focus on the way his messy dark hair is tousled on the pillows. He's shirtless, comfortably laying on his stomach, body partially concealed by the blankets.

The cold air stings on your skin as you sit on the bed, bare feet on the floor. Through the gaps between the curtains, a faint light sweeps into the bedroom from the street lamps. It’s most likely the middle of the night and you’re not absolutely sure when Nihil joined you in bed.

Oh, how much you missed his warmth earlier, when you got under the covers all by yourself. Lately, Nihil is always busy, having to deal with the Clergy much to his disdain. He’s trying, you appreciate it, but he’s also allergic to anything that resembles responsibility.

A part of you can’t blame him. He’s much like Dark Lord: selfish, indomitable, wild. He’s not made for office work, doesn’t find any kind of joy in expending all those hours sorting through paperwork. The Ghost project was something that made him shine, and you were happy to bask in his light even if he wasn’t yours yet.

It doesn’t matter. Tonight, he’s here. There’s still a remnant of Papal paint on his face, smudged and staining the pillowcase. You huff, having told him a thousand times to remove it before coming to bed. It's useless. Nihil is a hardhead. He doesn't listen to your complaints.

“Where are you going?” Nihil asks. His voice is a low rumble in his throat, coated with sluggishness. “Come back to bed. I miss you.”

“I need some water,” you reply. This time, the harsh tone of your voice forces him to open his mismatched eyes, white iris bright in the darkness. He sits up, shrugging his shoulders to shake the sleep away.

“I’ll go.”

Before you can argue, he’s on his feet walking away. It amazes how much energy he has, how hyperactive he is at this time of the night. On the bed, you wait for him to come back, hugging yourself to fight the cold bite of the air.

Alone with your thoughts, you drown in the memory of the nightmare. It has left you shaken to the core, mouth full of a bitter aftertaste. Your mind is lost in itself you don’t hear him coming back until his arms embrace you from behind, making you flinch in place.

“Hey, you don’t have to tell me what’s going on, but I know something’s wrong.”

Before you can begin to argue, he’s shushing you. His body sways on the mattress, making you follow the movement. “No, don’t try me. I’m not that dumb. Whatever it’s bothering you, I’m here. We’re riding this together, and that’s all that matters.”

At loss of words, you nod. Nihil plants a kiss on your cheek, smearing his already messy face paint on your skin. You softly push him away, sending him crashing on the bed in an over-theatrical display.

"I had a nightmare," you confess, finally, hands toying with the embroidery of the blankets. "I can't get it out of my head, that's all. And I haven't been sleeping well in… ages."

“I know what you need.”

It takes no time for him to run to the other side of the room, carrying his guitar to the bed. It's been too long since the last time you heard him playing, and your eyes follow the deft movement of his fingers as he tunes the instrument.

The melody is soft, acoustic. Gradually, the music fills the room, reverberating on the walls before reaching your ears. Allowing your lids to fall, you breathe deep and let the chords lull you into a more relaxed state.

Elvis, Rolling Stones, even King Crimson… Nihil's fingers play the riffs with ease, not a single doubt behind them. A smile creeps on your lips as he starts a new melody, chuckling softly to himself.

"Really? Fleetwood Mac?"

"What? They are good. I think they have a new singer now, a woman."

Your body makes a soft sound as you fall on the mattress, placing your head on his thigh. He moves the guitar in order to give you more space to cuddle into his leg. A small smile stretches your lips when you speak up. "I thought they weren't exactly your style. You're more of a Pink Floyd or Blue Oyster Cult guy."

Offering a smile back, he stays silent. Nihil's stare falls back to the guitar, long hair obscuring his factions. A new series of chords begin, that moves you to the very core.

"Wait, I don't recognize that one."

"Of course you don't, I wrote it myself." It's the reply, a proud expression on his face.

The statement takes you by surprise, an emotion that creeps onto your words. "You're still composing songs?!"

"Yes. I've got a feeling. An…epiphany? Is that the word?" You nod. "I think people weren't ready for Seven Inches of Satanic Panic yet, but one day they'll love my songs."

Laughing, you reach up to him. Your fingers curl around his neck, tips grazing his hair as you pull him down to kiss him. "Oh, shut up."

"Believe in me, okay? Trust your Papa. I'm just… ahead of my time, si?"

Indulging him, you breathe deep before laying back down. "Okay, Papa. But promise you won't forget me when you're famous."

For a long moment, he doesn't say anything. There's something deep in his pupils, a veiled emotion you can't discern. Hands going back to the guitar, he resumes the melody.

"How could I," Nihil says, but a side of you fears no amount of love from your part could ever compete with his love for the masses.

PD: I had to sneak a bit of angst there, don't come at me. I love my man but he's a slut.

Asks are open!

[egonspenglerishot]

@peachie-ghoul

“No your never alone!”

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The music could be heard from miles around, people seemed to enjoy hear your fiancé sing. You joined in the festivities caving when Nihil begged you to have your face painted. His face lit up as he spotted you in the crowd.

For a very long time Imperator believed that she and Nihil were a thing, because of the playful flirting that occurred everyday. Even though he was wearing a ring and so were you. As he finished kiss the go goat he knelt down and pulled you in for a kiss, angering Imperator.

Your outfit had been a replica of his but you opted to wear leather gloves, well Nihil did say you looked sexy with them on. But then again your husband did say you looked sexy with anything on (or nothing). After the show you waited back stage for him and he picked you up and spun you around

“Amore! That show went amazingly! Thank you for being there”

He laughed and put you down. You’d been featured in many of the music videos of his and fans seemed to love you, especially the male ones. You kissed him again as Imperator stormed in.

“Before you say anything Seestor, no I don’t love you, I love my fiancé and our two children”

You looked at him and cleared your throat

“Three. Three children”

you muttered and put a hand on your stomach. His eyes widened and he grinned. He had a third on the way.

“You mean it tesoro? Really mean it?”

You smiled and nodded as he captured you in a kiss again, pissing Imperator off more. She stormed off as you smiled and giggled at her childishness.

“Your happy then si? You do want to keep this child?”

Nihil looked at you and held your face. You were his fiancé. His! He laughed and nodded. This baby was his of course he wanted t keep it

“Si, I do tesoro. I might not be fully in their life but cazzo I’ll be in as much as I can!”

You smiled and kissed him again. Your lover, your hero, the man who saved you. Nihil Emeritus.

Translation:

Cazzo - fuck

[thatwithiniswithout]

No Rest for the Wicked // (Young) Papa Nihil x Reader

WARNINGS: 18 +, angsty, smutty, kinda voyeur papa??, did not proofread, mobile post

It had been months since you heard from your lover, and it had felt like years since you heard his voice. Not that you were upset, he hated when you were upset. Try as you did the familiar sting in the pit of your stomach nested there anytime your record spun his favorite bands.

He left unsure, heated.

"I hate when you're upset", he had spit, eyes leaking a foreign fume.

You had fought before, always as firey as the last, but this was the last time you would hear his calls of guilty. He was an angry man; wrath was deeply intertwined with his soul, much like the lust that ran within his heart.

The thought sent a familiar ache through your core, fingers instinctively sliding through your panties. Flashes of passion echoed through your mind as you focused on your growing need.

"Let me see," he commanded as he stood above you, "Let me see how much you need me."

As you obeyed him, his tongue immediately found the place where it was needed most. It was sinful, the ease of which he pulled praises from your lips. The tip of his tongue languidly drawing circles around your clit for heavens knows how long was almost enough to have you begging. He road your pleasure until you were close enough to the edge to tip, just to bring you back over. This dance was his favorite part, or so he had said.

"You're so good for me, baby, just stay still," he called, but your ears were far from this realm.

And then he entered you, as he had done time and time again. Quickly, fully, stopping for just a second before dragging more praises from your lips. As good as his tongue felt, you both knew nothing held a candle to how his cock would move you to tears.

To tears it moved you, both in memory and in the present as your fingers dutifully brought you closer and closer to the precipice you sought. How you missed the way your walls stretched for him, how your voice sang his name.

Sparks began to bubble in your stomach as you applied more pressure, moved faster, begged your mind to let you come. Each stroke was a step closer to him, his hand replacing yours in your mind as you began to quiver.

Every sense was afire, nothing but wonton desire flooding your mind. In this heat, your wish became true. Your lover's voice caressed your mind as his hand felt more rooted in reality than it ever had. Yet, you could not bring yourself to look upon the reality of his absence. Instead, you let his Devil's magic continue as he pushed you over the ledge of euphoria, more forgiving than he ever did in practice.

"I'm sorry, baby, but I'm not coming back," breezed past your mind as you finished, feeling a warmth leave your body.

"I know."

But you knew how to get his attention.

[anamelessfool]

Psychedelic Solstice Season Playlist🐐

Happy Solstice! I made a playlist for a card exchange, inspired by my art and my love for psych-rock, dark folk, proto-metal of the late 60s. (Course I added the brand new song!)

Link to Spotify Here

I'm including a link to my Young Nihil x F! Reader Fic to go along with your fuzzy guitars

Young Nihil x F! Reader 18+ MDNI (Link here)

Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Making Out, Music Festivals, Is he in a cult?, more tags on AO3

1970 Nihil was one of these friends of friends of friends. Some forty-something cat who lived further up in the mountains, in what you suspected was some sort of commune. Shit like that was pretty common around here. The higher up in the mountains, the weirder folks got. Could be the altitude.

Blessed to have you along for the ride. What a long strange trip it's been.....

[ahummingbirdwitch]

Daddied (Young!Papa Emeritus Nihil x F!Reader)

Summary: Takes place before the 60s; Nihil has not had any of his sons or met Sister Imperator yet. You’re a Sister of Sin who’s been hooking up with him for some time now, and one night, things get particularly steamy…

Pairing: Young! Papa Emeritus Nihil x F!Reader (Sister of Sin)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,313

Warnings: unsafe sex, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, creampie, unplanned pregnancy

Notes: This is my first Ghost fic, I hope y’all like it! Had to get my horny feelings about Nihil out of my system

Meet me tonight, the note had read. I need to see you.

Though you had been seeing Nihil for a few months now, your heart still skipped a beat every time you read one of the notes he left for you. You were not the only Sister of Sin he was entangled with—the young antipope was known for his sexual appetite—but from what you could tell, you were the one he sought out the most. He called for you more often than the other Sisters, his notes handwritten with care, and he liked to leave little gifts for you whenever he could—some flowers here, some jewelry there. It made your fellow Sisters jealous, but it made you feel special.

You found yourself preoccupied by the thought of him all day, unable to focus during your duties. You were sure you knew the reason Nihil wanted to see you; in the morning, he would be leaving with the rest of the band, ready to kick off the new world tour. This tour would be the longest one yet for Ghost, and he would be gone for months. The thought of not seeing him for so long was painful, but you did your best not to let it consume you.

There was still tonight. And you would make it count.

That evening, once Black Mass had ended and you’d finished your chores, you headed straight for Nihil’s office, not bothering to change out of your habit; your time with him tonight was precious, and you intended to make the most of it. At the door to his office, you knocked three times. “Papa?” you called in, keeping your voice low. “I’ve come to see you.”

Only a few seconds later, the door opened, and Nihil appeared in the entryway. Your heart fluttered at the sight of him. He was free of his usual papal robes, wearing a loosely-buttoned black shirt and slacks instead, but his face remained painted like a skull; perhaps he hadn’t had time to wash off the makeup. The moment he noticed you, he grabbed you by the arm and pulled you inside the room.

Shutting the door behind you, he suddenly shoved you up against it and kissed you hard, stealing the air from your lungs. When he broke free, he was smirking. “There you are, lovely,” he purred. “You kept me waiting so long.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you stammered, still recovering from the kiss. “Sister Margaret had me lead prayer, and I—”

Nihil silenced you with another kiss, leaving you breathless once more when he pulled back. “Shhh, I don’t care about that, cara mia,” he murmured. “Just be with me now. I need you.”

You felt his hands at your waist, bunching up your dress to expose your tights beneath. He was quick to wrench them down along with your panties, wasting no time slipping one hand between your legs. You inhaled sharply when his finger brushed your entrance. “Not wet yet?” he said, pouting. “We’ll have to change that.”

You gasped as he began to rub your clit, using two fingers to circle the bud. “P-Papa—”

“Ah, ah, ah.” He waved one finger with his free hand. “Try again.”

You struggled to respond, a moan rising in your throat. “Daddy,” you corrected yourself.

“That’s better.” Nihil leaned in to suck your earlobe, continuing to stimulate your clit. “I need you nice and wet for me, darling. Let me in now, alright?”

You were helpless to his ministrations, only able to nod feebly. “Mm—mhm.”

At that moment, you felt one of his fingers breach your opening, sinking in easily thanks to the slick you’d begun to produce. You whined as he stroked your g-spot, keeping his thumb on your clit all the while. “That’s a good girl,” he cooed. “ That’s it. So wet for me.”

It was not long before a second finger joined the first, and you cried out as you were stretched open further, instinctively bucking against his hand. Nihil sank his teeth into your neck, sucking fiercely on your skin as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. Your heart raced; you could tell how desperate he was, eager to speed things along and get you ready for him. Was your time with him really so limited? Did he just want you badly? Or was it both?

You couldn’t think very hard about it, finding yourself dangerously close to cumming already. “D-Daddy,” you whimpered. “I’m—I’m close.”

Nihil let go of your neck, his breath hot on your ear. “No, no, not yet, angel,” he whispered. “I want you cumming around my cock tonight.”

You let out a pitiful cry when he pulled his fingers from you, watching as he popped them briefly into his mouth to taste them. He grinned. “Sweet as always,” he remarked before taking you by the shoulders and kissing you again.

You moaned into his mouth, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt as he too began to undress you. Your veil fell to the floor along with your habit, and Nihil swiftly did away with your undergarments. Before you could help remove his shirt, you were swept up into his arms and carried into the bedroom connecting to his office. Dropping you onto his bed, he quickly disposed of his remaining clothes, then crawled over you, pinning you down.

He kissed the spot between your neck and shoulder, breathing you in. “So lovely,” he murmured, positioning himself between your thighs. “I need you now. ”

You didn’t need to give him an answer. You spread your legs wider, giving him more room, and that was all the invitation he needed. Nihil brought the head of his cock to your entrance, then he was pushing all the way inside, sinking down deep. You mewled, clawing at his back as you adjusted to his size, and he laughed darkly. “Oh, that’s good,” he mumbled. “Good, good. ”

He began to thrust, and you arched your back, taking him in deeper. It hadn’t been long since you’d last had sex with him, but you’d missed this feeling of being full. It felt so good to feel whole, to be one with him. You hooked your heels behind his thighs and opened your mouth, moaning out freely. “ Daddy. ”

Nihil nipped at your neck. “Yes, amore,” he breathed. “Keep calling me that.”

Through your haze of lust, you remembered what the morning held for the two of you, and pain struck your heart. “Papa—I-I mean, Daddy,” you panted. “You’re—you’re leaving tomorrow. Right?”

Nihil made a low sound, halfway between annoyance and dismay at being reminded. “Yes,” he muttered. He brought his lips to your jaw, kissing along the side of it. “Don’t—don’t talk about that now, love. Just let me fuck you.”

He deepened his thrusts, pounding into you harder and faster, and you threw your head back with a wail. It was so good, too good. You knew you weren’t the only one he fucked, not even close, but right now, you could pretend that you were. You could believe you were more than just his lover—and in a way, weren’t you? He had chosen you to take to bed the night before he went on tour. That had to mean something, didn’t it?

You dug your nails into his back, giving in to him completely. “Daddy,” you moaned. “Please. Please. ” You weren’t sure what you were begging for—for him to stay and not go on tour, for him to fuck you, for him to love you.

Nihil’s breathing was ragged, his movements stuttering as he chased his pleasure. “Just a little more,” he groaned, face buried in your neck. “Just a little more now, sweetheart, that’s it.”

He hit your g-spot hard and you wailed loudly, tightening around him. You knew he was close, and so were you, your clit still tingling with the need for release. “Daddy,” you pleaded. “Make me cum. Please. ”

Nihil slowed down ever so slightly. “Mmm—what a good girl, asking so nicely,” he purred. “How much do you need it?”

“So much,” you begged, jutting your hips up into him. “Please. Please. ”

He growled, pleased. “Good, good,” he grunted. He picked up speed again, his lips quirking up into a smile when you cried out. “Oh, you’re so good for me, angel. You deserve a reward.”

He slipped his hand between your body and his, finding your clit and beginning to rub it like before. You couldn’t help but squeal, suddenly overwhelmed by the dual sensations of his fingers on your clit and his cock inside you. It was incredible. “Daddy,” you whined. “ Daddy. ”

“Yes, sweet girl,” he crooned. “Cum for me, just like that.”

You squirmed wildly beneath him, unable to control yourself. You needed more. You needed him, all of him. “Daddy, please, ” you mewled. “Give—give it to me.”

Nihil looked down at you, makeup smeared all over his face. “Cum for me,” he repeated, panting. “Cum now, love. I’m close.” There was a slight edge of sternness to his voice; he was growing impatient.

You knew what he wanted from you; he wanted you to cum first so he could pull out in time. The two of you rarely used condoms—Nihil claimed not to like the way they felt, and seemed to enjoy the risk of going without one. Despite that, however, he had never once cum inside you; you trusted him not to. He was so close now, at any moment he would have to pull out.

But there was a strange feeling inside you, an unfamiliar urge to throw caution to the wind. You thought about him leaving in the morning, about not getting to see him for months and months. It would feel like an eternity before you could feel him like this again, your bodies intertwined. You wanted this to be special. You wanted him to remember this, so that when he returned, he would want you more than anyone else.

“Cum inside me,” you blurted out.

Nihil stared down at you, taken aback. “What?”

“Cum inside me,” you said again. You were devastatingly close to your climax. Just a few more strokes, and you would be right there. “Daddy, please. ”

“I—” He faltered when you clenched around him, though he kept up his rhythm on your clit. “I—are you sure? Are—are you—”

“I’m safe,” you said quickly. “I’ve—I’ve taken medicines.” It was a flimsy answer, but right now, you couldn’t care less. You needed him to cum, more than anything. You grasped his shoulders, tugging at him desperately. “Please. Daddy. I—I need you.”

Nihil bit his lip, eyes clouded with lust. He wanted the same thing you did, just as badly. When you tightened on him again, he released a strangled moan, and any lingering hesitation vanished at once from his expression. His fingers began to work you faster. “Yes,” he gasped. “Yes—cum for me now, my sweet— now. ”

You weren’t sure if it was the urgency in his voice, or his sweaty, paint-smudged face, or his delicious assault on your clit, but you were coming undone for him just then, doing exactly as he ordered. You came with a high-pitched cry, spasming uncontrollably and gripping his cock so hard you could have been trying to choke it. It took only seconds for Nihil to follow right behind you; for the first time, he kept himself buried inside you, letting his hot seed spurt from his cock in jets and coat your walls. You could only gasp softly as he filled you to the brim, so numb from your own orgasm you could barely speak or react.

For several heartbeats, Nihil remained inside you, cock twitching as he emptied himself fully. Then, at last, he pulled out of you gently, leaving you lying there as he got up to clean himself. As you caught your breath, you felt an unexpected wave of exhaustion wash over you. You could hardly think, your ears ringing and pussy throbbing. You knew you needed to get up and get changed, then head back to your room right away, but for whatever reason, you couldn’t move. It was as if you were still desperate to stay with him, and with your orgasm giving way into love-drunkenness, that need was growing even stronger.

You shifted onto your side, closing your eyes. It wouldn’t hurt if you took another minute to rest. You would get up and leave as soon as you could…

As you drifted off, you did not notice Nihil return to the bed with a fresh cloth, using it to carefully wipe you clean. When he finished, he took a moment to study you. After some time, he reached for a blanket to pull over you, then he silently left the room, heading back into his office without looking over his shoulder.

^ ^ ^

When you woke in the morning, Nihil was gone.

Late for early Mass, you had no time to think about the night before or even grieve his absence. After picking up your discarded habit and hastily dressing yourself, you rushed to the chapel, arriving in the middle of the service, earning yourself suspicious looks from your Sisters and a truly demonic glare from Sister Margaret in particular. You received a stern reprimanding from her after Mass, and yet, despite all the chaos and distress of that morning, it was nothing compared to what you would experience three weeks later.

You awoke at dawn one day feeling deathly ill. You spent hours hunched over in the bathroom, emptying the contents of your stomach, and had no choice but to visit the abbey doctor later once you were able. The news he delivered you was mortifying, but, regrettably, did not come as a shock.

You were pregnant.

Fuck.

[severineofsalem]

Lesson Learned

Pairing(s): Sister Imperator x Fem!Reader x Papa Nihil

Summary: Nihil makes you both late for a dinner with Sister. She doesn’t take it well.

Word Count: 966

Warning(s): NSFW 18+, DONT DO DRUGS, p in v sex, USE PROTECTION! these folks aren’t, dom/sub dynamics, Sister controlling the reign over you and Nihil, edging, overstimulation from edging, creampie, not edited (you have been warned)

AO3 Link

A/N: UMM THERE IS NOT ENOUGH OF THESE TWO. It is downright criminal.

A cigarette hung from her lips. The same lips that held a menacing smirk. Pulling the blunt away with two claws, she circled around the mess. A sweaty, enervated mess that contained the current reigning papa and yourself. Nihil’s bedroom reeked of tobacco, weed, and arousal. A combination that you were starting to get used to.

“Did I say you could stop.” It certainly wasn’t a question. You already knew the answer before a hand grabbed at your neck, nails digging harshly into the frail skin. You winced, “N-no Sister.” Eyes burning with tears.

You should have known better than to follow Nihil on his antics. The mischievous papa is always dragging you into something that would eventually get the two of you in trouble. Especially with Sister Imperator. You had been watching over Papa Nihil while he and a couple brothers of sin got doped up. You managed to not check the time, busy making sure Nihil didn’t get wasted and take too many hits, leading you to miss dinner with Sister in the dining hall. She quickly found you two and sent the brothers on their way.

She retracted her hand, raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow, slithering her way back to the dark corner she stood in previously. With an impatient flick of her wrist, you began to bounce again. The man below you whined out and pushed his hands against you in protest. A form of a cry bloomed in your throat.

You both have been going for hours without a single release. Every time you're near a high, Sister would find a way to switch things up and make you hold off.

You had made her wait all alone, leaving her embarrassed. Now she is doing the same to you.

How Nihil was refraining with a melted, cross-faded brain was a complete mystery to you. He had been stumbling around by the time Sister stormed in. His black hair stuck to his forehead, slick with sweat. Face paint faded, staining mostly around the eyes. His mouth agape as he panted. He peered up, locking on to your hazy stare. A squeeze to your hip gave you a billow of reassurance. The tears clouding your vision finally dropped. The head of his cock assaulted your sweet spot. Every thrust caused you to tremble.

“P-please.” You pleaded. You didn’t know what you were begging for. Incoherent strings of utterances escaped you. All the strength you had before was gone, your body collapsing right onto the lean man beneath you.

A loud, feminine sigh left Imperator. Heels clacked towards the bed, echoing lightly. A warm palm gently rubbed the small of your back. The gesture made you sob heavier into the chest you were planted on. Hushed exchanges flew over your head, your mind too occupied with the aching and sores attacking your bones. Your abused walls pulsed, your core felt like a never-ending fire.

The sound of a heartbeat fastening against your ear told you something had changed. The soothing palm left while the two on your hips gripped firmly, flipping you over with ease. “-ucking finally.”

“You better be glad I’m being generous, Nihil.” The blonde clenched her teeth. She had joined the pile. Imperator observed the sight, tilting her head. You looked mesmerizing against the plush bedding. Blown pupils pairing a pleading look between the half shut lids. Legs wrapped around Nihil, who was now above you. Eager excitement radiated off of the male, who previously cried like a pathetic bitch.

Sister snaked a hand between her thighs, rubbing her wet core. “Fuck, Sorella. Still so tight.” Nihil pulled all the way just to slam back in. Your mouth opened with a silent scream. Your tender walls clamp down with every pound he gave. His hands fisted the comforter next to your head. The large grucifix Nihil wore dangled against the valley between your breasts.

“Gonna be a good boy and cum inside her? Fill her up nice and warm for me?” The question drew Nihil into a frenzy, his pace impossibly getting faster. Sounds of skin slapping and subtle moans from the blonde woman reverberated. Her hand moved along with the way Nihil thrusted.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. The tight knot in your stomach snapped, tingling sensation hit you in waves. A mix of a yelp and a wail shrieked out of you, whole body uncontrollably twitching. White filled your vision. Nihil continued to ram until his own climax caught him. Jumbles of whines and groans left him as he spilled his seed deep in you, coloring your insides white.

He crumbled to the bed, shaking as he corrected his breathing. Both of your eyes closed, taking in the overwhelming sense of orgasmic bliss. Sister held off, deciding watching the both of you was pleasurable enough. She watched as a strung out Nihil cuddled into your side, his long arm draping over your stomach. She nearly lost her breath looking at the puddle between your legs.

“N-no!” You kicked your legs out, a pitiful attempt to squirm away from the tongue violating you.

“Shh. You did so well. Now continue to be our good girl.” You tucked yourself into the crook of Nihil’s neck. Sweet kisses pressed against your forehead. It nearly distracted you from the hot muscle licking away at your weeping hole. Sister shut her eyes contently, the trembling thighs that squeezed her head and the taste of her two lovers made her intensely euphoric.

Once she deemed she had gotten every last drop, she pulled away smirking. Sister shifted beside you, taking the empty side polar to Nihil. A long talon twirled a string of your hair, petting it out of your face. “Next time, don’t be late.” You and the Papa only nodded, drifting off shortly.

[vanaglori-ah]

a treatment for loneliness

the hallways were fraught with the echoes of groans. they sounded annoyed, pained. and between them, you could hear sniffles. was someone...crying? to be fair, lots of crying happened within the clergy. usually some turbulent relationships or a family member crying at the realization that they couldn’t drag their relative out of the clergy, trying to convince them how horrible it was to abandon everyone for a blasphemous religion. but this one sounded different. and with your cleaning duties fulfilled, you were free to check.

you followed the noise, noticing that most people walked by without much of glance to the room. the door was ajar and you peeked in before gently pushing it open. “papa.”

he looks up. “oh.” he blows into the tissue. “come in, come in.” he coughs and recomposes himself. “what can i do for you?”

you look around the room, eyes flicking to each corner before closing the door behind you. “it’s nothing much papa. i just wanted to come check on you.” you smile. “you sounded upset.”

“upset?” nihil scoffs albeit you can see the tear stains, evident with his messy face paint. “i am not upset.”

you raised an eyebrow. “papa, i understand. i’ve had many relationship troubles. you don’t always forget your first.”

“i am papa though.” he lays back down in his bed. “fumbling is not my thing.”

“we are all only human papa.” you walk over to the side of the bed. a piece of paper catches your eye and you pick it up. nihil looks like he wants to say something but doesn’t. “dance macabre? a rather interesting title. but this wasn’t part of seven inches of satanic panic.”

“it was a work in progress that i threw out. maybe it can be used for something else.” he says.

“sounds a bit like a lonely piece.”

“it isn’t.” he glares at you.

“was it for sister imperator?” you watch as he looks away, sheepish.

“that ship has sailed.”

you fold up the song and tuck it away within your clothes. “i understand you and sister have history. and that breakups whether it’s with friends or partners can be hard. it can be lonely.”

“i am not lonely!” nihil crosses his arms across his chest.

“it’s okay to admit you are.” you sit on the bed. “besides, you’re not really alone. not when you have...me, and the clergy, and our dark eminence.”

“i guess you’re right.” he sighs, looking back at you. “sometimes i wish lucifer would just...strike out that feeling of loneliness. take it away.”

“i’m not lucifer,” you move towards him. he looks at you curiously. “but i have an...idea.” you lick your lips.

he catches on easily. “oh?” he smirks.

“it’s temporary. but it works, you know. and i don’t think sister will catch us either.”

your start with the gentle sensation of your fingers, letting them graze his cheeks. he shivers, eyes closing. he blocks out everything in his mind, focusing solely on the feeling of your skin. it was easy. he did this often while attending to the altar and praying. your fingers trail along his jawline, against his neck, and then down his chest. “do you want me to continue papa?”

“yes. please continue.”

your discard your shoes before climbing onto the bed and on top of his body. you kiss his cheek and he giggles. “tickles.” he mutters.

you trail kisses along his jawline, going down further along his neck and then reaching his chest. with your hands free, you grip onto his thighs and rub circles into the muscle using your thumbs. he shivers and your hands move upwards, closer to his crotch. your lips are at his stomach and you tug at the fabric using one of your hands.

a shaky moan escapes nihil’s lips, a hand gripping onto the headboard. his nails scratch into the wood.

“hallowed be thy name.”

[anotherghostbandsimper]

Just some self indulgent young!papa Nihil X reader cos this man needs some love

Another night, another ritual, another stream of fans screaming and drooling over Nihil. Not that you minded. It was expected, him being a huge singer. He was helping the clergy immensely and you were proud he chose you. Imperator wasn’t as much though.

You and Imperator had your differences but you did try be nice to her. Of course you did. But Sister Imperator despised you and Nihil. She’d had her eyes on him before you’d joined the Clergy and yet here you were, a Cardinal, dating the Papa.

As you snapped out of your thoughts, near the end of Kiss The Go Goat you saw him kneel and kiss a fan, now you knew for a fact sometimes he got carried away, but it hurt. You turned on your heel and left going to a much quieter place to clear your head. He’s probably drunk, and very adrenaline driven, it doesn’t matter. It didn’t mean anything.

You had no idea how long you’d been sat alone but you were soon snapped out of your thoughts by Imperator.

“Well well seems you and Papa have come to an end-“

She didn’t get very far without water to the face. You stood there in a mix of amusement and shock. Nihil dropped the bottle and stood beside you, his hands on your hips. A look on his face that told you to NOT fuck with him or else.

“I think you have done enough damage Seestor, if you could leave my fiancé alone”

His voice held a tone of possessiveness but you enjoyed it. He was never one for claiming you belonged to him, sure he’d boast you two were dating but to say you were his? Once a very soggy and annoyed Imperator left Nihil took your hands and held your face gently.

“Amore mio- I am so sorry. I’m not sure what overcame me! I-“

You cut him off with a gentle, sweet kiss. Reassuring him it was ok, that you didn’t care that much.

“Don’t you dare do it again Papa or your in big trouble you hear me? I can and will call our wedding off”

You teased. He knew you didn’t mean it. You loved him wholeheartedly and you’d never leave, just like he’d never leave you. Even when he was old and withered.

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 8th

Breeding, Papa Nihil x Reader

Masterlist

Words: 1.3k

Warnings: Breeding; power imbalance; dubcon; Nihil is a selfish lover tbh; no after care; dirty talk; degradation; manipulation; this is actually really creepy and dark, please don’t read this if older men manipulating younger women for sex triggers you; use of scissors to cut off clothes; no foreplay; unprotected sex; piv sex; minor restraint; praise kink;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask (if you want to be added to the list please let me know!)

The following fic contains scenes and elements that some may find disturbing. I have highlighted particular content warnings above that may be particularly triggering to some. If you are in any way in a place where this fic could trigger you, please do not read ahead. Your mental health is more important than a work of fiction.

I do not condone the actions taken in this fic. Please remember that it is a work of fiction, and meant for entertainment purposes only.

Thank you.

🔞 MDNI 🔞

As this is dark fiction, I'm choosing to rate it 21+. Please respect my rating. Thank you.

You were merely a young sister in the Satanic Church when you met him. You’d barely taken your vows, just out of your teenage years and not even making a name for yourself in the Ministry when you assigned your first job. Papa Nihil, the founder of the Ghost Project and head of the Satanic Church, was spending the early 60s touring multiple countries, attempting to topple governments and recruit new members to the church. It was your job, while on tour, to make sure Nihil got everything he needed and that he was comfortable. His son, Primo, who was the same age as you, had been left behind to run things in his father’s absence and take care of his two infant brothers. His father got to gallivant and do what or whom he liked.

Nihil enjoyed the fame and success the Ghost Project brought him and the church, and while it wasn’t considered “righteous” to fornicate with others out of wedlock, it still didn’t sit correctly in most people’s moral codes. He enjoyed strings of girls, each one a different variety to the other. Nihil wasn’t picky, and that was perhaps the only good thing about him. If you had a vulva he wanted you, end of story. But this was his biggest problem, as he was already promised to a different sister, a future Prime Mover - and it wasn’t his favourite Ministry squeeze, Sister Imperator.

But this was how you found yourself sat on your 45-year-old Papa’s sofa, his hand grasping harshly at your thigh and his painted lips attached to your neck. That very same hand moved up towards your core and began to rub you through your tights and panties. You weren’t entirely comfortable with this situation. You wanted to give Nihil what he asked for, and in fact your body was craving it, but your mind constantly thought of his future Prime Mover and his lover, who was only in the next room. You told him this, said that you could go and get Sister Imperator for him. But it was no good. Papa Nihil wanted you. “You wouldn’t deny your Papa, would you?” He murmured into your neck. His fingers were swiping just right on your clit and had you gasping out. “More importantly, you wouldn’t deny your Dark Father, would you? He loves the gifts you give him. Will you, scricciolina? Will you give Him what He asks for?” Little Wren. He liked calling you that because you were as sweet and soft as one, a fitting name for someone so cute and pliant.

You nodded. “Y-yes, Papa.” You replied, your hips beginning to buck to meet his hands.

“Brava ragazza. Stendersi. Spread yourself open for me.”

You lay on your back on the couch, Nihil pulling himself away from you just long enough to let it happen. It didn’t matter that you were still fully clothed, Nihil always preferred it when you were while in public spaces. Not that he’d stop fucking you if he got caught. He always said it was to preserve your modesty, but there was always a darker look in his eye when he grabbed the scissors from their location and sliced through your tights. He’d slice your panties too if he were impatient enough, which, today, he was.

You heard the familiar rip of your tights before you felt the coldness of the blade against your labia. One horizontal snip later, your panties were now destroyed and your sweet, delectable cunt exposed to Nihil’s predatory gaze. He palmed himself through his trousers at the sight of you, but it didn’t take long before his cock was out and lined up to your entrance. You were wet enough to welcome him without pain, but not so wet as for the stretch to be completely comfortable or pleasurable. But even so, he pushed all the way in not even considering your own state. The groan he released was somewhat primal, and just the feeling of your unprepared hole was enough to get the man going.

He braced himself on top of you, letting his whole weight on your body and pressing you down into the sofa. He began babbling incoherently in your ear as he fucked you for his own pleasure. “Ecco, take it like a good girl. Take your Papa’s cock.”

You felt completely degraded but there was a huge part of you that was thrilled by this. Knowing that Nihil didn’t care for you, knowing that he was just using you to get what he wanted excited you to the point where you should be concerned. But the more he thrust in and out of you, the wetter you became. The closer he got to cumming inside you, the tighter you squeezed without realising you were doing it.

What if he came inside you? What if he got you pregnant? The thought of it should disgust you. This man was old enough to be your father, and barbaric enough to enjoy this because he thought you were sweet and innocent. But you were losing yourself to the pleasure, to the idea that he would release his white, sticky cum inside you and put you at risk for pregnancy. If you were pregnant, then everyone would know. Everyone would see that Papa Nihil had laid claim to the newest sister. You were part of his harem, at his beck and call. Free to use whenever he liked.

“Talk to Papa,” he said, “t-tell me what you’re thinking.”

You moaned. “Papa!”

“Your… your cunt is so tight, scricciolina. Why?”

“I - mmm fuck! Papa! I want your c-cum!”

Nihil chuckled above you. “You want to receive your Papa’s cum, hm? Want - merda - Nihil to knock you up? Fill up this tight cunt and fuck a baby into you? Is that it?”

“Yes!”

“Want to be round and full with my spawn? Such a good. Fucking. Girl.” Each word was punctuated with a thrust.

You had heard rumours from the other sisters who had been in your position that Nihil’s biggest kink was spreading his seed around. Because of your words, he seemed to lose a little more control than he had previously. His mind began to wander and his mouth let slip every single thought. “Cunt so good, might make you my Prime Mover. Might fuck you until you’re pregnant with the antichrist.” Your stomach dropped at the thought, especially since your previous worries had returned at the mention of ‘Prime Mover’ but your mouth released a moan so loud, it bordered on pornographic. The coming of the antichrist was a big deal for the church, and an honour for the woman who bore him. You hadn’t considered it before, but now you had, there was no turning back.

Your legs wrapped around Nihil’s waist and kept him trapped between them, only allowing him to pull back a certain amount. “Fill up my c-cunt, Papa! I want your cum so badly.” You were practically wailing now, your nails running down his clothed back. “Get me pregnant, sh-show the Ministry who I belong to. Please, Papa!”

That seemed to do the trick. With one final and brutal thrust, reaching all the way to the back of your pussy almost painfully, Nihil stilled. His cum spilled out of him while his mouth released a groan so low, it was practically a growl. “Th-that’s it.” He stammered. “T-take my seed.”

When he pulled out of you, you felt his cum leaking from your abused hole. He noticed it too, and spent a little while watching it ooze from you before standing up and dressing himself. “You should head back to your room.” He told you, not even looking in your direction. “You have an early morning, don’t you?”

You adjusted your own clothes, feeling his cum running down your thighs as you stood. “Yes, Papa.”

And with that, you left.

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hey! Can you please write headcanons about all the papas with a S/O who gets angry pretty easily. Like something small happens and the S/O is ready to throw hands.

Thank you <3

Anytime :D <3 - Nyx

Papas with an S/O who gets angry easily

Primo

It was the final straw when you knocked over the potted plant. It fell to the floor and smashed, soil going everywhere, the plant laying there helpless.

You shouted angrily, and kicked a bit of the cracked teracota.

"Amore" Primo says calmingly. "It's alright, it does not matter."

He scoops up the plant and carefully places it in a fresh pot, dropping in the soil to cover its roots.

"See? No harm done." He sees that you're still frustrated, so he pulls you to him, stroking you hair and muttering soothing words.

A ghoul has already cleaned up the broken pot and soil by the time he releases you.

Primo sits you down and makes a pot of tea, he'll ask if there is anything else bothering you. He listens to you as you finally admit what is really going on. So many things have built up.

"It will pass, when you reach my age you realise that. All things good and bad will come to an end. So this, amore, will also pass."

His presence is already calming anyway, so it doesn't take long for you to calm down.

If you ever get annoyed at him, he'll be so calm and gentle with you it's almost impossible.

He'll ask how he can sort things out to see you happy again and then he'll make it happen. Or if it's something you've misunderstood or anything like that, he'll just talk it through with you.

Mind you he's not a push-over, if you go too far you'll see a little glimpse of his dark side, just enough to end the argument there and then. It's the look in his eye as he asks you to leave him alone until you calm down that just stops you.

Secondo

You were on a night out when it happened. They were rude, they pushed past you to get to the bar, knocking the drink from your hand.

Thankfully nothing spilt on you, but you blood boiled and you snarled at them "watch where you are going."

They arrogantly told you to "watch where you are going." You could feel your hands balling into fists.

"Buy them a new drink." Secondo appeared next to you looking terrifying. The person stood there stunned. "Apologise properly, and get them another drink."

Once the situation was over Secondo took you aside, and let you vent about how inconsiderate the person had been.

He will always be there to back you up no matter what. If you are angry, he's got your back. He won't let things escalate unless the situation demands it. In which case he's thrown the first punch before you get a chance.

If you ever shout at him he'll just raise an eyebrow and wait for you to calm down. He chooses not to lose his temper with you because when he snaps, he snaps. But afterwards he'll have a discussion about whatever was said, and you work things out that way.

If he thinks you've said anything unfairly to him while in a rage he will address that. "Now then cara, it's not true is it that I ignored you all day. You know that's not what it was. I was working. But if you miss me that much, we can go out together now" He'll hold his arms out to you as you mutter an apology.

Terzo

"Tesoro, what is wrong? Come here, come to Papa and tell me" He holds his arms out for you and pulls you onto his lap. Stroking your hair, and calming you even as you protest.

He eventually gets you to tell him what's wrong. An ex friend of yours has been nasty, and you went to punch them. But then you knew you couldn't so you just stormed off and now you feel like you should have.

"Amore, do you want Papa to go and sort it out?"

You mumble that it's okay, you can defend yourself. But he insists on coming with you.

Terzo rips the person to pieces just with his words. He gives them such a dressing down for treating you badly that they never try anything again.

If you are angry at him he might make a joke to try and defuse the situation with humour. Which just annoys you more. So he just claims he made you angrier on purpose. Because he wanted you to get it out of your system.

Sometimes his jokes work and you end up laughing. There is no way you can stay angry at him and he just grins.

His other approach when someone really annoys you is to take you to the gym.

He'll pass you some boxing gloves and put the pads on. He then holds them up and says "Imagine these are the persons face, hit these, amore. As hard as you can"

Copia

If you aren't too angry, just on the verge of it, he'll distract you with his rats.

If you shout at him, he'll look shocked and miserable. You can't, you just cannot be angry with this man so you stop instantly and hug him.

"Calmed you down, sì?" he'll say with a small smile like it was intentional.

He hates seeing you angry so he'll get you to talk about it.

"What has happened at work today, cara?" He asks all concerned as you storm into the room.

You angrily tell him something went wrong and you wasted an hour on useless crap.

He'll let you rant about it for as long as you need while cuddling you until you calm down a bit. He will also try and help you find a solution. "How about I help with some of your work tomorrow, sì? make up for lost time, eh?"

He kisses you softly "That's better amore, just breathe, just be in the moment here with me."

"Papa will stay here with you as long as you need." He holds you close to him. He is incredibly soothing and comforting.

The anger just melts out of you when you are in his embrace.

Old Nihil

He's too old to really get angry. Like, he can say harsh words and wave his arms around. But he just doesn't have the energy to lose his temper properly like he did when he was younger.

No matter how furious you get, he'll just sit there, staring at you lovingly.

"Oooh siiibblliiing your rage... it only makes you more beautiful... It lights up your eyes... I can almost see the flames of hell dancing within them..." He sighs happily.

That actually stops you in your tracks, your earlier infuration at him for not meeting you for lunch fading.

But you are still upset so you repeat again, slower, slightly more calmly that he stood you up.

It's like he suddenly sees how upset you actually are, it's more sadness that will get through to him than rage. "Oh... I am sorry, did we have a lunch planned?"

He holds his arms out wide "Let me hug you instead. I can show you how sorry I am, yes?"

And that is how you ended up snuggled against him for the rest of the day, watching movies.

Young Nihil

I mean... he's a hot head.

Something annoys you, he'll get just as annoyed.

If it was an object that had caused the anger, then Nihil will definitely join in smashing it up.

Like the time when the thing you were trying to fix just would not fucking work. No matter what you did.

So seeing you get frustrated and hit the thing, he picks up a hammer, walks over and whacks it. He then just grins at you.

"Go on, babe, you try." he hands the hammer to you, you then hit it. It's very cathartic. You giggle at the way he just came over and smashed the thing without even saying a word. You both enjoy absolutely destroying the thing, it's definitely broken now.

You shout, he'll shout at whoever or whatever it is that has pissed you off.

He'll be straight there by your side, ready to throw hands.

So Dark Lord help anyone that pisses you two off.

If you shout or get angry at him... it's going to be one hell of an argument.

You are both exhausted by the end of it, stood facing each other, breathing fast with your faces flushed. He stops short of saying anything else and just looks at you, how hot you look when you are furious.

"It's not worth it, babe" He'll growl. "Not when you're so enchanting, a temptress sent to me by the Dark Lord himself."

If you are up for it, then it normally ends in very passionate, enjoyable makeup sex.

~

Written by Nyx

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[onedaughterofman]

Can I ask for the prompt 10 with young Nihil?

Pretty please?

Listen, my friend. If I'm anything in this world, that's a real young Papa Nihil appreciator. I love him.

Writing prompt: "The kindest "i hate you" followed by a contagious laugh" with young Nihil

Some music is blasting from the radio. If you had to guess, you’d say it’s whatever new song Fleetwood Mac released not too long ago. Nihil’s been listening to them obsessively, stupidly dancing around the kitchen while making breakfast or fooling around the Ministry behind Imperator’s back.

Now, now you watch him as he drives, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. He sings along the lyrics, eyes never leaving the road. The smoke leaves his mouth in a thick cloud when he finally speaks.

“What?” He says, shaking his head. Some strands of hair cling to his forehead, almost getting into his eyes. “Should I stop the car? Pull over behind some trees?”

A tight, annoyed smile forms on your lips. Nihil’s hand comes to rest on your thigh, softly squeezing it before attempting to move higher. You stop him, softly hitting it away.

“Your hair is getting longer,” you reply, batting your eyes. There’s still the ghost of a smile when you continue. “It makes you look a bit like Jim Morrison. But he’s hotter.”

The car comes to a sudden halt when he steps on the brakes, almost sending you flying on the dashboard. Brows furrowed, Nihil stares right at your soul for a few seconds, before a breathless chuckle comes out of his lips.

“I hate you,” he mutters, but his lips are stretched in a wide grin. Then, after a pause, he adds. “I have to give it to you, though. Jim Morrison is really hot.”

The sound of his laugher echoes in the car. It’s loud, almost a wheezing sound, and so contagious. Your gaze falls on his face, on the paint that coats his skin and the way the dark hair casts shadows, before you join him.

[egonspenglerishot]

Another Anon inspired me

Copia and/or Nihil (and maybe terzo?) With a touch starved S/O?

Hshshshs YES

Copia

He himself is touch starved romantically anyway.

Only other affection he got was Imperator

Ewwwww

Anyway, when he finds out he just sorta

Picks you up. And gives you a kiss.

He usually carries you if your tired or wanting attention.

He doesn’t care if people stare because your both getting affection you were depraved off.

Even in meetings, just walk in and sit on his lap. Secondo won’t question it. Though Terzo might

Young Nihil

Bruh

He is the human embodiment of affection towards his s/o

You’ll no longer be touch starved with this motherfucker around

You look sad for one second your in his arms even if he’s on stage and he sees you in the crowd

He’s learned to prioritize what’s good for him and that’s hugging you

Kisses

This man leaves face paint marks ALL over you

He claims it’s to mark you, but you know you can top him

He secretly loves it when you just climb on to his lap

Like some kinda cat

Even when imperator glares at the two of you, you just smirk and hiss

Old Nihil

Still human embodiment of affection

This man will try do anything for you

You want cuddles when he’s in a meeting just sit in his lap

You want kisses just kiss him

You could call him all the names in the world and he’d still look at you like your a god/goddess

This man would give his last breath to you

Whenever your laid in bed he litters your face with kisses.

FUCKING SIMP

Terzo

Have you seen this man?

He will not let you go one day without a million kisses

Literally would die for you

He’s a hopeless romantic and unless you don’t like that, then you’re getting it.

He knows specific whines or gestures that you perform when you want affection.

You’ll pout when you want kissing, whine when you want cuddles rest your head on his shoulder when you want to sit on his lap.

Knows you like the back of his hand

He loves seeing you and your neck stained with his face paint aswell

Slight turn on for him NGL

Fin

[ghulehunknown]

Mountain x AFAB Reader

NSFW — MDNI

Summary: You and Mountain take a break from your duties to have a little fun in his room.

CW/Tags: sex toy use, tail fucking, masturbation, unprotected sex (P in V and anal), double penetration

Word Count: 2.4K

“You bought how many toys, Mounty?”

“Um, just a few.”

“It looks like a lot.”

“Yes, well - Santa came early.” You stared blankly at him as he shrugged. “I didn’t know what to get so I just got the ones that I dunno, looked the best and had good reviews?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Well I guess you get to choose which one you want.”

“Ah, okay. Well this one here also goes up my ass. Which might be kinda nice. Um okay, these two vibrate, but one has a remote…” He flicked his eyes up to yours. “Uhh. And one of those extends down to my taint, I think? Oh, that’s the one Copia suggested. But it should feel nice for you too, you know, if we - yeah. This one is just a silicone dildo. Oh, and this one goes over my balls.”

“The vibrating ones sound nice,” you said, nodding.

“I can’t choose. What if I just…I dunno, use them all?”

“All of them?” you asked incredulously. “Think you can handle that?”

“I guess it’s time for me to be a ho ho ho,” he remarked with a small smile. You couldn’t help but laugh at his silly joke. He never failed to put a smile on your face. You supposed that was why he was your favorite.

~

You looked back on the events from the days prior that led you into his bedroom for this very exchange. You were making Secret Satan cards for the children’s hospital in the library, making out with each other in between cards, desperately trying not to make any noise while the other Siblings were working or studying - and failing, miserably. He caressed your body with his tail, completely taking you by surprise.

You had made a one-off comment, without even thinking. “Damn, you fuck with that thing too?”

“Yeah actually I do,” he replied, his face stoic but eyes twinkling.

“Hm, I’d like to see that,” you said - again, what were you thinking? This was insane. Plus, he was one of Cardinal Copia’s head ghouls…you really couldn’t afford to distract him. But the holidays were here, which meant the band was getting a lengthy and much needed break. So maybe this was your chance at giving into your desires.

You finished up the cards, stacking them neatly in a pile. You were supposed to be helping the Siblings decorate and Mountain was supposed to meet the other ghouls in the mess hall before Mass. But…you had more important matters to attend to. You had agreed, since this would be your first time with a ghoul and adding a tail in the mix, that he should try a new experience too.

You walked together down the hallway towards the Ghoul dormitories, arms linked as you people watched. There were multiple Siblings hanging up garlands and lights along the corridors and you even spotted Papa Terzo terrorizing some young Sisters of Sin.

“Jingle Balls, suck my balls, make my chimney rise. Oh what fun it is to cum on my amore’s thighs,” he sang, draping tinsel around one’s neck and dangling some mistletoe in another’s face.

“…and I heard Satan’s hells bells on the rooftop, I swear it, I did!” you heard Nihil say to Imperator who merely said “Of course, Papa,” as she led him down the hall towards the chapel.

Finally, you made your way past the hustle and bustle of the busy Ministry hallways to the Ghoul dorms. As one of the top Clergy member’s head ghouls, Mountain actually had his own room. But he shared a wall with Swiss and Dew on either side, who would tease him relentlessly if they heard any goings on in the night.

So you opted for the middle of the evening, when everyone was likely to be at Mass. And here you were, your very first dick appointment with a ghoul.

You both kneeled in front of each other in his bed, and leaned into kiss one another, his arms holding onto yours and his tail wrapping around your thigh.

Fuck, maybe being with a ghoul would be better…it was almost like being held by three hands.

The tail was surprisingly soft, not sharp at the end even though the arrowhead tip looked pointy. It approached you just as softly as Mountain wanted, and you knew he could be just as rough as he wanted to be too.

You ran your hands through his hair, his short dark locks tickling your fingertips. His kiss was passionate, deep. His lips were soft and inviting.

He gingerly moved his tail up your legs, in between them, and slowly slipped the tip between your labia. You inhaled sharply as the fleshy bit met your sensitive bud, pressing on it almost like a button.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed.

He paused, pulling his tail sway slightly. “You okay?” he said, holding your face in his hands.

“Yeah, I - yeah, no - god, it’s just so…fuck, it feels amazing. Please, do it again.”

“My pleasure.” He re-entered, maneuvering around your folds and finding your slick pooled near your entrance. He poked around, gathering your arousal and sliding it around, back up to your clit and focusing there. “You’re so wet already. Good girl,” he purred. His cock twitched against your leg, bobbing up and down as he slowly grinded against you.

“Should we put a cock ring on you?” you whispered breathlessly, smiling as you nodded towards the bedside table.

Carefully, you helped him put the vibrating ring on. He spread lube on it and his whole member while you warmed some up in your hands and spread it along his perineum.

“Mmm,” he moaned quietly at your touch, closing his eyes.

You clicked the toy to its lowest vibration setting.

“Oh, god! Shit, they weren’t kidding! Ahhh. This is, oh fuck, wow!” His hand flew to his cock, which was bobbing up and down involuntarily.

“And that’s just the first setting. I’m guessing the other toys are a no-go?” you asked, hovering over him still, straddling his thigh.

He let out a sound that didn’t sound too convincing. “Yeeeeah…? Um, this is fine. Actually -” He clicked the vibrator off and handed you the remote for it. “When it looks like I need it.”

“I’ll tease you with it,” you said, trailing your hand along his balls and up his shaft.

“You better not,” he said, biting at your nose and missing as you pulled your head back in time. “All right. First time getting tail fucked. Ready?”

You rolled your eyes and pretended to punch him in the chest. “Yes, I’m ready.” How much different could it be, really? “I’m more concerned for you. You’ve never used a cock ring before, let alone a vibe,” you said, widening your eyes.

“We’ll be okay,” he said. Something in the soothing way he spoke, ugh you could just melt into him.

He leaned back against the headboard, his arm bent behind his head to prop himself up. “Ahhh,” he uttered, hissing, guiding his hand over yours stroking his cock. “Sssoo good.”

He looked you in the eyes as he touched himself, bringing his tail in between your legs again, pushing past your folds this time and going straight for your wet core.

You leaned back, propping yourself up with your hands behind you, moaning as he entered you, tossing your head back as your neck went slack. You straddled his waist, almost like you were scissoring.

You watched his tail slide in and out of you repeatedly, moving in a wave-like pattern with a dexterity that a finger or a cock couldn’t provide.

Your body relaxed and you slid onto your back, staring at the ceiling. Finally, the tip of his tail found your g-spot, and as you shuddered against his legs and let out a guttural sound you didn’t even know you could make, he made an “ah-ha!” sound and you could feel him add more pressure to your spot. All the muscles in his tail flexed, going tap tap tap along your walls. You clenched around him.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” he said, letting out an amused chuckle. “You’re fun.”

You shook yourself out of a trance-like state, almost entirely forgetting he was there. You forgot he was watching you like you were his own little porno, touching himself to the vision of you before him.

You leaned against his leg, resting your head by his knee. You lazily tickled along his thighs, in between his legs, caressing him, and looking into his eyes as you kissed his inner thigh. You shifted more on your back, arching it, resting one leg on his shoulder so his tail could go deeper inside you. He held onto your ankle by his shoulder, kissing it.

His tail flicked in and out of you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. He slipped out of you and up to your clit, massaging it with the tip.

“Oh fuck!” you exclaimed. He tapped it against you in rapid succession - taptaptaptaptaptap - fucking hell! It had to be the musician in him, the quick and agile reflexes. He rubbed the upper part of his tail against your length, before flicking the arrowhead against your clit repeatedly. “Mounty, I’m going to cum! Fuck!!”

He held onto your leg, caressing it, while stroking himself with his other hand. He picked one motion and stuck with it - a firm, but gentle massage on your clit with his tailtip.

Your whole body quivered, your orgasm spilling over. You moaned and clutched onto his leg, biting into his skin to muffle the utterly pathetic moans you know would be coming out of your mouth.

“Ow, shit!” he exclaimed but you could barely hear him.

You bucked your hips against his tail to ride out the last smaller waves of your climax, before settling down again. He retracted his tail from between your legs, and you were left staring at the ceiling for a moment before hearing your name being called over and over again.

“Mmm?” you muttered. “Oh, sorry for biting you.”

He laughed. “It’s okay. I’m just glad you were enjoying yourself.”

You nodded feebly, feeling a little pathetic, but utterly blissed out.

“Think you have one more round in you?”

“Mmm,” you mumbled, not even giving an answer.

He patted the mattress beside him. “C’mere.” He pulled you back up to your knees, which were trembling, between his legs. He held your chin in his hand and whispered, “You wanna know what it’s really like to get fucked?” You nodded in his palm. “Good girl.”

You straddled his waist, hovering over his still erect cock.

“Did you want to use protection?” he asked, leaning over to his drawer to reach inside for some condoms. You shook your head. “You sure?”

You nodded and said, “Yes. Please Mountain, please just fuck me.”

He handed you the ring vibrator remote, but spoke before fully relinquishing it to you. “You hold great power in your hands. Use it well.”

Fucking nerd. You laughed at his corny ass joke and nodded, saying, “Yes sir,” in a fake serious voice.

He leaned over for the lube bottle and spread some all over his hands, covering his tail with it then circling your asshole, getting it nice and wet. You draped your arms over his shoulders as he took your waist in his hands, guiding you over his cock, lining it up with your entrance, then sinking you down onto his lap.

Fuck, he felt so good. It was incredible. And very different from the tail. His cock was firmer, building a different kind of pressure but every bit as pleasurable. You both moaned as you sank slowly on him. You moved your hips up and down, already so tired from before, and starting to falter.

His tail wrapped around your ass before teasing and prodding around it, finally slipping in. The feeling, while out of this world, was incredibly overwhelming. You fell down on his cock with zero grace, shuddering and breathing loudly, moaning every few breaths.

“Mmm!” he groaned, grimacing. He said your name through gritted teeth.

“Oh fuck I’m sorry,” you said.

“It’s okay, it takes a lot more than your beautiful ass to hurt me,” he said with a smile, kissing your lips sweetly while giving your rear a smack. “Mm? Everything okay?”

“I can’t, Mounty, I’m sorry. I can’t do it.”

With zero hesitation, he removed his tail from your rear end and started to pull himself out of your entrance.

“No, no, fuck, please that feels so good. I just can’t, my legs are fucking jello. I need you to fuck me.”

“I can do that,” he said warmly. He picked you up, his strong hands grasping your waist as he slammed you up and down on his cock. He pummeled into you from below. “Just relax, I got this.”

“Ahhh, fuck!” you wailed, his tail entering your ass once more, this time without teasing the invitation but instead thrusting in with more force. You let your body slack against his, letting him do all the work.

“Remember your very important job?” he said, eyeing the remote that fell out of your hand.

You nodded, tears in your eyes from the intense sensations ripping through your body. You clicked the button, feeling the buzz of the ring on his cock rub against your clit everytime you fell back down on him. You bared down, grinding against the ring and rubbing yourself along his pubic bone. You clicked the next button, heightening the sensation for you both.

“Oh god - I’m not gonna last,” he grunted. “I’m going to cum. Is it okay if I finish inside you?”

You nodded. “Yes,” you said breathlessly.

“You sure? Last chance before I blow.”

“Stop being so polite and just fucking cum inside me!” you shouted.

“Christ, okay!” He groaned as he continued to fuck into you, jerking his hips forward as he shot warm semen inside you, spilling out. He stopped, still holding onto you, burying his face in your chest, breathing heavily. You sat on his cock, the buzz of the cock ring now sitting against your clit. From that and his tail still prodding away at your ass, you came again just a few seconds after him.

“See,” you began, breathing hard and climbing up to him. “When you asked if I wanted to know what it’s really like to get fucked, I swear I thought you were going to use your drumsticks.”

“The thought crossed my mind. So how was it? Any different? Just as good…better?”

“Yeah…like a really wiggly dick,” you answered truthfully.

He laughed boisterously at you. “I always appreciate your candor.”

[anamelessfool]

No Deal (AO3) 18+ MDNI Chapter 3 Here

Oh Sweet Nuthin' Arc Part 2

Young Nihil x F Reader WC: 4929 (lol yes)

Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Manbaby Boyfriends, Vans, There's a Lot of Drug Stuff You Guys, 1970s, Concert, Surprising Revelations about Nihil and Reader, Campfire Chats, Why is the 70s Just so.....

JULY 1970 Nihil was one of these friends of friends of friends. Some forty-something cat who lived further up in the mountains, in what you suspected was some sort of commune. Shit like that was pretty common around here. The higher up in the mountains, the weirder folks got. Could be the altitude.

You're tired of being daddied by all the dudes that wanna dad. Time to separate the sheep from the go-goats.

I cannot do a Reader fic without an unhinged vibe, thanks.

This chapter is dedicated to @ghostchems who encouraged me to go HAM on this. Thank you for letting me shower you with random lore and congrats.

Tag List and Music below The Cut (and thanks for all the reblogs!)

@em0bussy @riptide-kid @monkberryghouldelight @thew0man @historian-crown @ghuleh-recs @fishwithtitz @ghostchems

I've decided to call this Arc "Oh Sweet Nuthin'" Based on one of my favorite Velvet Underground songs from their 1970 album Loaded

Feel free to imagine this as the credits to this episode, ok?

[ghouligancentral]

Double Trouble

Rain x Reader x Swiss Rated 18+ for NSFW content

Summary - You happen to catch the attention of two ghouls when your heat unexpectedly starts

Ghoul reader

AFAB/Fem reader with gender-neutral pronouns

A/N- This one took a LONG time for me to finish. Lately, I haven't had much free time, but that's not going to stop me from writing smut! This was written for a prompt I was sent about two months ago (sorry it took so long). This work features two OC sisters, Margery and Colette. I love them dearly and have even written about them before (I didn’t publish it, let me know if that is something you all would like to read). As always this is NSFW content so do not read it if you are a minor or do not want to consume such content.

Enjoy

“Well you look awful,” Sister Margery utters as you shuffle over to her in the dining hall. You know she is right.  

“Thanks, but that’s rich coming from someone who used to babysit Papa Nihil when he was a child,” you grumble in reply before taking a slow sip of your tea. 

“That’s not what I mean,” Margery rolls her eyes before responding to your quip,” For your information, I am, in fact, the same age as Sister Imperator.” 

“Like that’s any better,” you huff under your breath. This comment earns you a stern glance from the older woman, but she decides to keep any retorts to herself. 

“How unwell are you?” she questions, her tone becoming more serious.  

A groan escapes your lips as you slump down a little further in your seat. It all started last night, around midnight to be exact. You had woken up in a cold sweat, your heart pounding as though it were going to escape your chest. The rest of your night had been spent falling in and out of a feverish haze of sleep. 

“Ladies,” Sister Colette chirps as she skips over to the both of you with a plate of food in hand. 

“How are you both—- Oh great hells child!” Colette exclaims when she sees the state you are in,” what happened to you?” 

The younger of the two women is quick to set her things down before moving to look you over. Before you can ever respond to her, she is already inspecting you. 

“You’re burning up,” Colette states as she places her hand against your forehead. The gesture is appreciated but being poked and prodded right now is what your body wants. As she continues to examine you, you can feel an irrational anger bubbling up. 

A small growl escapes you and your lips curl up into a snarl, this is the only warning poor Colette gets before you snap at her, your fangs just barely grazing against her knuckles. 

Both you and Colette stare at each other with wide eyes, shocked by the action. Usually, your weapon of choice was sarcasm, this was the first time you had ever done anything of the kind to a sibling. Sure you had sparred with a couple of the ghouls before, but you had never been aggressive with one of the Abbey’s human residents. 

“I’m so sorry,” you stutter out,” I...I have no idea why I did that.” 

“It’s because you’re about to be in heat,” Margery utters from across the table before flipping to the sports page of the news, seemingly unconcerned about the situation. 

“What?” 

Margery let out a sigh before she carefully folded the newspaper. Your eyes flickered back and forth between Margery and Colette as the older woman set the paper aside. 

“But I’m not old enough, am I?” you question. Even though you are 206 years old, you are still quite young for a ghoul. 

“You are on the younger end of the scale but you are old enough,” Margery replies. 

“Well Rain is only two years older than me, so how come he hasn’t been through a rut yet?” you question. 

“That’s because male ghouls take longer to mature. Did they teach you none of this?” Margery asks with an annoyed expression. You just shake your head ‘no’ in reply. Margery lets out a long sigh as she pushes herself back from the table so that she can stand up. 

“Hmmph! This place is going to heaven in a handbasket, isn’t it? I’ll have to discuss this lack of ghoul education with Sister Imperator,” the older sister grumbles as she begins to make her exit. 

“Where are you going?” Colette calls out after the other woman. 

“I’m going to go let the senior clergy know what’s going on. Take [Y/N] back to your room and wait until I get back,” Margery shouts as she reaches the door, “ oh, and make it quick. The others are already starting to notice.” 

Both you and Colette look over in the direction in which Margery indicated and are met with a set of glowing eyes belonging to a certain multi-ghoul. His intense gaze is locked onto you, far beyond caring about what the water ghoul beside him is rattling on about. His face is tense all of him seems to be on edge. The expression Swiss wears is one of anger mixed with desire, his hand is gripping his fork so tightly that you can see the metal beginning to bend. 

His attention is triggering some strange sensation to well up inside of you. Your heart begins to beat faster as your mind becomes hazy. A thin layer of sweat begins to form on your skin even though the room is cold. It is as though he has got you hypnotized. Even with the blush rising on your cheeks you cannot seem to look away. Everything in your being is telling you to go to him. 

“We need to go,” Colette whispers to you as she grabs your wrist. Her actions snap you out of your trance-like state and you are quick to follow her out of the room. You finally break eye contact with Swiss to weave your way to the exit, but you can feel his eyes watching you the entire time. Before you leave, you cannot help but turn back to get one last glance at the multi-ghoul. You are met with the sight of Rain trying to see what has got Swiss so mesmerized. The water ghoul then follows Swiss’ line of sight straight to you. Upon seeing you, he flashes you a smile and a wave. His gaze is nowhere near as intense as the multi ghouls and you have enough clarity to wave back at him before Colette pulls you out to the dining hall. 

You are quickly ushered to Sister Colette’s room. 

“Well make yourself comfortable,” Colette quips as she plops down onto her bed. You slowly shuffle over and take a seat beside her. Silence surrounds the two of you as you sit, waiting for Margery to arrive with instructions. 

“I’m sorry,” you utter, feeling your cheeks heat up a little. 

“Huh?” 

“I’m sorry about snapping at you earlier. I’d never really want to hurt you,” you explain as you cast your gaze to the stone floor, attempting to avoid any look of anger or betrayal her eyes may hold. You had always made a conscious effort to make the human members of the clergy feel safe around you. The ghouls can often be scary upon the first introduction so that's why you are the one who new siblings are often introduced to first. 

“I know,” Colette sighs as she brings a hand up to gently rub your back, eliciting a purr from you,” I know you would never mean to hurt me or any of the other clergy.” 

Slowly you raise your gaze to meet hers and find that she is offering you a soft smile. 

“Thanks,” you whisper back as the tension in your muscles starts to ease up. 

You both jump when the door slams open before Margery, joined by Sister Imperator, enters the room. The look on Margery’s face combined with the fact that Sister Imperator is present indicates that whatever is about to happen isn’t going to be good.

“It seems that you have started your heat sooner than expected so I’m afraid we are going to have to separate you from all of the other ghouls,” Sister Imperator sighs, “It is too close to tour for us to take the risk of you triggering anyone else’s heat or rut.” 

The breath you’ve been holding is let out as a sigh of defeat. You lower your gaze to the ground, knowing exactly where they planned on locking you away. The east wing, this part of the abbey, had all but been abandoned around 50 years ago. While it was still structurally stable, it was rarely visited by any of the clergy and was only used as a holding area for the ghouls when they were in heat or rut. Often, most of the ghouls had their heat around the same time so they would just all be housed together for that time. 

You remember your first time with the other ghouls in the east wing. While you had expected wild debauchery, what you found was quite the opposite. Most of the others spent their heat curled up in the arms of their mates, while the others, like you and Rain, who were not old enough to go through heat, spent most of their time playing board games and just roughhousing. Honestly, you often looked forward to that time since you got to spend time with the other ghouls just being ghouls, with no siblings to have to worry about frightening or hurting. But this time would be different, since your heat had started seemingly out of nowhere, you were going to be housed alone. It was rotten luck having your first heat and not having anyone else to help you through it. 

“But we can’t just abandon [Y/N] in this state,” Colette exclaims,” I’ll stay with them.” 

“Sister, we cannot risk you, or any other sibling for that matter getting hurt,” Sister Imperator explains. 

Colette let out a soft ‘oh’ to emphasize her understanding, you could hear the disappointment in her voice. 

“Hey, I’ll be fine,” you murmur, giving her a soft smile to put her at ease, but you don’t even believe those words yourself. 

“I have already sent some of the clergy ahead to gather your things and place them in the room in which you will be staying. Now, let’s get you set up in the east wing,” Sister Imperator announces. 

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You watch as the siblings file out of the room one at a time until just you and Sister Margery remain. 

“Hey, listen, just try and ride it out,” Margery smirks before offering you a wink.  

A flash of something shiny in her hand catches your attention. And with those last words, she is gone, closing the door behind her. You can hear the lock clicking into place along with faint footsteps that soon fade. 

Ride it out? What did she mean by that? 

You trudge over to the bed and flop down on it and attempt to get some rest. 

“Ughhhh,” you groan as you roll over onto your back before tossing your arm over your face in an attempt to block out any light. It seems like there is no comfortable position. The sheets are already damp with sweat but yet you are freezing. You have been in this state for what seems like hours. 

A strange grunting noise draws your attention away from your thoughts and you turn to see a rather disgruntled-looking water ghoul scrabbling to make his way through the window. 

“Rain! What are you—-“ 

Your question is cut off by the sight of Rain falling into the room face first. You wince as you hear his body smack against the stone floor. 

“Are you okay?” You ask as you rush over to check on him. After kneeling beside him, you help the water ghoul sit upright. After giving him a quick once over, you determine that there is surprisingly little damage, save for the bruise beginning to form on the shoulder he landed on. 

“I’m fine,” Rain mumbles as he shakes his head to reorientate himself, little bits of leaves and twigs fall out of his curls. 

“It wasn’t easy but I made it,” he grins as looks up at your face. 

“How did you know where I was?” You question as you help the ghoul to his feet. 

“Well when I couldn’t find you after breakfast, I went looking for you and overheard Sister Imperator and Sister Margery talking about you,” Rain explains as you walk further into the room, the water ghoul opting to stay by the window a few more seconds to straighten out his clothes. 

“Oh is that so?” you smirk. You feel another wave of sickness wash over you. A cold sweat rises on your skin as your head begins to ache once more. OH not again. 

Another shooting pain runs down your body, causing you to keel over with pain. A low groan leaves your lips as you remain hunched over in the middle of the room. The water ghoul quickly rushes to your side. 

“Oh, man. You don’t look so good,” Rain assesses as he helps to stabilize you, before ushering you over to the bed. When he places a hand on your waist you can feel the heat from his touch and the feeling eases your pain a little. 

“Do you know what’s wrong?” the water ghoul questions as he helps you make it to the bed. 

“It’s my heat,” you pant as you lay down on the bed,” it started early.” 

The water ghoul’s head cocks to the side showing his confusion. 

“I thought you weren’t old enough yet,” he utters as he joins you on the bed. 

“Well I guess I’ve always been mature for my age,” you chuckle a little before wincing as another pang of pain rushes through your body. 

“Let me help you,” Rain utters as he rests a hand on your leg. The feeling of his skin on yours has arousal burning deep within your core and you squeeze your legs together in an attempt to get some relief. 

“Help me how?” 

“I can eat you out,” Rain suggests. Your eyes widen at his words, there is no way you hear him correctly. Or did you? With each moment you feel the damp spot between your legs growing, the feeling becoming much harder to ignore.

“Rain, I don’t want you to feel like you have to–”

“But I want to, really,” Rain chirps as he sits up a little straighter, “ I want to make you feel good. Will you let me?” 

“Well okay,” you relent, “ How do you want to do this?” 

“Just lay back and let me do the work,” the water ghoul smiles as he positions himself near the foot of the bed. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as Rain spreads your legs before slotting himself between them. 

A small gasp escapes your lips as you feel his fingers hook onto the waistband of your underwear. 

“Still doing okay?” Rain questions. You give him a thumbs up in response, earning you a pleased hum before he continues with his previous motion. Rain quickly pulls down the fabric to reveal your dripping core. He can't help but let out a little growl at the delicious sight before him. Another whimper leaves you when you feel his warm breath ghost over your now-exposed core. Without much warning, the water ghoul dives in. 

“Rain!” you scream as his tongue laps at your core. Your fingers tug at his hair, earning you a muffled growl from the water ghoul. His nails dig into the flesh of your thighs as he attempts to hold you in place. With your head tossed back and your eyes screwed shut, you can make out the sounds of his wet tongue against you and his tail thumping excitedly down against the mattress. 

Each lick and nip Rain gives you send you hurdling closer and closer to your peak. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, but You manage to mumble a few ‘fucks’ when the water ghoul begins sucking gently at your clit. The speed at which your orgasm approaches you is shocking, you’ve never been able to get off this quickly before so the only warning Rain gets before your orgasm washes over you is a tiny whimper of his name. 

Your thighs tremble as an overwhelming amount of pleasure floods your systems, nearly causing you to black out. Rain continues his movements as your thighs tremble beside his head. His nails dig deeper into your flesh as he continues to lap up all of your cum. As the haze of your orgasm starts to fade you can hear a faint grumble of pleasure coming from the ghoul between your legs. 

A soft whimper leaves your lips when you feel Rain pull away from you. Your eyes slowly open to see a wide grin on Rain’s face, his lips and chin are shiny. A low purr escapes you as you feel the ghoul make his way up to you so that he can begin placing nips and licks on your neck. 

“I need you Rain,” you mumble, as the feeling of your heat begins to slowly creep back into your body. 

“Are you sure about this?” Rain questions as he pushes you away from him slightly,” I don’t want to take advantage of you.” 

You can’t help but let a smile spread across your lips. Oh, sweet boy. 

“I need you Rain,” You growl, pulling him down so that he is positioned over you. A gasp escapes the water ghoul as he watches you reach between the two of you to grab his cock and align him at your entrance. 

“Oh fuck,” Rain curses as he slowly pushes into you. Your nails dig into the flesh of his back. Moans flow freely from your lips as he begins moving his hips. The stretch of his entering causes your toes to curl, the pain of your heat now being replaced with pure pleasure. The only sound that can be heard is that of moans and skin on skin. His fingers dig into the flesh of your waist, no doubt leaving behind bruises. 

The water ghoul’s thrusts are deep, filling you to the brim each time. You can hear him growling and panting in your ear as you cling to him. Rain feels your slick leaking out onto him and lets out a groan at the idea of it. If only he could see it. He speeds up his pace as he detects the first hints of his orgasm approaching. A hand snakes down in between your bodies and begins rubbing circles on your clit once more. 

“Rain!” you scream as you feel yet another orgasm approaching, you hope that this part of the Abbey grounds is devoid of people. His thumb presses down harder as he starts placing kisses and bites along your jaw. Your eyes roll back as you feel a wave of pleasure wash over your body. Your legs tremble at the intensity of the orgasm and you can hear Rain moan your name as you clamp down on him. He continues to thrust into you as you cum around him. 

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Rain grunts as he pushes into you for the last time, remaining buried deep within you as he cums. A purr leaves you as you feel his cock twitch as hot ropes of cum fill your insides. Instantly the burning need inside you begins to fade. A happy sigh escapes you as the water ghoul pulls out. For the first time in hours, you feel relaxed. Rain flops down beside you as you both attempt to catch your breath. 

“ Well, Well, Well. Out of all of us, You’re the last ghoul I expected to find here,” a voice chuckles. The words cause both you and Rain to jump. 

“Swiss?” Rain questions as the other ghoul emerge from the corner of the room. 

“You two put on quite the show Swiss smirks as he pushes himself off of the wall he is currently propped up against in favour of making his way closer to you and Rain. 

“How? How did you get in here?” you stutter as you try to wrap your mind around the situation, but that is proving to be very hard given that the haziness you first felt at breakfast is quickly filling your brain once more. 

“Key,” Swiss states before holding up the shiny metal

, but it’s not going to help [Y/N] for very long,”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Rain growls as his body tenses in response to the presence of the other ghoul. Just as the words leave his mouth, you can feel the burning need of your heat returning. 

“I mean that [Y/N] needs a ghoul who can knot them. We both know you can’t do that,” Swiss sneers. You can almost see the tension rolling off of his body. In his eyes, there is a wildfire of desire. The water ghoul gets out of bed and meets Swiss in the middle of the room, blocking him from getting to you. 

“Look at you Rainy boy, acting all big and tough,” the multi-ghoul chuckles, “move.” 

Instead of following the older ghoul’s instructions, Rain remains standing in the middle of the room. The once amused smile on the multi-ghoul’s face quickly fades. 

“Move, Rain,” Swiss instructs once more, baring his fangs a little more this time. You had never seen Swiss this aggressive before. He was usually one of the more chill ghouls only acting out if…. Oh no. The clergy hadn’t locked you away soon enough, Swiss’ rut had been triggered. 

“No,” Rain growls, body tensing in preparation for the repercussions of his disobedience. Swiss quickly grabs Rain’s neck before shoving him to the floor, but Rain isn’t going down without a fit. The water ghoul clutches at Swiss’ shirt, pulling the other ghoul down to the floor with him. You hear their growls and roars as the two scuffle on the floor. As you watch the scene unfold before you another pang of heat surges through your body and you quickly become overwhelmed by their display. 

“STOP IT!” you cry, feeling tears roll down your cheeks. The two ghouls’ attentions are quickly drawn to you before the tension between them dies. The both of them let go of each other and make their way to you.

“Shhh, we’re sorry,” Swiss coos as he sits down on the bed before he pulls you close to his body, gently stroking your hair. You bury your head in the multi-ghoul’s shirt as tears continue to roll down your cheeks, however, the longer you remain in Swiss’ arms the pain you were once feeling begins to ease, being replaced by a calming, dizzying haze. 

 You hear Rain chirp a little when he also attempts to comfort you by nuzzling his head against your side.

“Please just make it stop hurting,” you whimper as another tear rolls down your cheek. 

“We can do that,” Swiss whispers before placing a kiss against the top of your head. 

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“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Swiss purrs as he continues to bounce you in his lap, each movement driving him deeper and deeper inside you. A moan is the only response you can manage as the multi-ghoul lands another devastating thrust. A wide grin spreads over Swiss’ lips before he continues with his words

“I told you I was going to make it all better.” 

Another set of hands snake around your waist and, suddenly, you feel a warm body pressing up against your back. The multi-ghoul’s pace doesn’t falter even for a second as Rain’s hands begin to wander over the front of your body, with one settling on one of your breasts while the other makes its way down to your clit. 

You gasp as you feel his fingers begin to rub gentle circles on the sensitive bud. The intensity of it causes you to throw your head back to rest against his shoulder. A purr rumbles deep in his chest as he nuzzles his head into your shoulder. Arousal builds in your core as you feel yourself drawing closer and closer to your high. The feeling of Rain’s erection rutting against your back causes your pussy to flutter. When Swiss feels you clench around him, he lets out a low groan before increasing his pace. 

“That’s it. Cum for us,” Swiss coos as he moves one of his hands off of your waist down so that he can paw at your rear. The combination of the multi-ghoul’s words and the motion of Rain’s fingers send you over the edge. With a cry, you are cumming. Wave after wave of pleasure floods your body as your legs begin to tremble. Your mind goes blank as liquid bliss rushes through your veins. You can hear the praises of both ghouls but their voices seem fuzzy and far away. 

Swiss stops thrusting before Rain pulls his hand away in an attempt to not overstimulate you, but just as you begin to come down from your orgasm, that gnawing need in the pit of your stomach returns. 

“How was that?” Rain asks as he brushes a strand of hair stuck to your sweaty face behind your ear. 

“It.. it still hurts, I–I need more,” you pant. Even though your body is beyond exhausted, you can still feel a burning need inside of you. 

“Fuck,” Swiss growls before he spins you around so that you are positioned on your hands and knees facing Rain. The multi-ghoul leans over you, covering your frame with his larger one. 

“Take care of Rain while I take care of you,” he purrs before thrusting back into you. A pitiful moan escapes your lips as the multi-ghoul fills you. Your eyes screw shut as Swiss sets a punishing pace as he chases after his own high. Once your eyes flutter back open, you are met with the sight of Rain’s hard member positioned a few centimeters in front of your parted lips. You eagerly open your mouth and stick out your tongue as an invitation, one which the water ghoul is eager to accept. 

Once your lips close around Rain, a loud moan falls from his mouth. Rain can't help himself as he begins to gently thrust into your warm mouth. His hands thread through your hair as he slowly pushes himself deeper down your throat. At that moment, Swiss gives one particularly hard thrust, causing you to gag around the water ghoul. This gag sets Rain off and he quickly begins fucking your face vigorously. After gagging a few more times, you manage to figure out Rain’s rhythm. You moan around the water ghoul when you feel Swiss’ thrusts becoming deeper and more focused, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your waist. 

“Shit,” Swiss pants in a breathy voice as he continues to rail into you. You can feel the signs of another orgasm quickly rising up. When he snakes a hand around to begin rubbing your clit, you know it won't be much longer until you reach your peak. 

The feeling of the multi-ghoul’s fingers has you moaning and gasping, the sounds being muffled by Rain. Just as you are about to reach your orgasm, Rain gives your final thrust before filling your mouth with his cum. The warm liquid flowing down your throat has you finishing as well. Your hands fist into the sheets as bursts of white-hot pleasure course through your veins. The only sound that comes out of you is a pitiful whimper, your eyes screwing shut as you ride out your high. As your orgasm continues, you are barely aware of the multi-ghoul currently chasing his high. 

“Oh fuck,” Rain hisses, his nails digging even deeper into your waist. It only takes three more thrusts to have him cumming deep inside you. Your name flows freely from his lips as ropes of hot cum coat your insides. The both of you remain locked together as you attempt to catch your breath. 

“How was that?” Swiss pants as a wide grin appears on his face. 

“That was wow,” you can’t even find the right words to describe how you are feeling at the current moment. Any discomfort, pain, or arousal you were feeling has melted away leaving only a feeling of warmth and relaxation. You hiss a little at the sensation of Swiss pulling out. 

“Sorry,” Swiss murmurs before he pulls you back so that you are sitting, curled up in his lap, your back pressed against his chest. You feel his rumbling purr as you remain seated in his lap but you know you can’t get too comfortable just yet. 

“Let me go clean up a little bit and I’ll be right back.” 

Swiss is reluctant to let you go but decides that this isn’t the time for holding you captive. With a deep sigh, he unwraps his arms from around your body, allowing you the freedom to get up. You make your way to the bathroom. Wiping the sweat from your brow with a warm rag before moving to do the same between your legs. When you enter the bedroom once more you are met with the sight of the two ghouls quietly chatting together. 

You make a small sound to announce your presence prompting both of them to look up. Rain quickly motions you over to join them on the bed. As you get comfortable in Swiss’ lap once more, Rain speaks up. 

“We want to mark you. To make you my mate,” Rain muses as his thumb caresses your cheeks. 

“Our mate,” Swiss corrects as he flashes a toothy grin. 

“Yes, our mate,” Rain repeats as his eyes remain locked onto you, “ What do you think?” 

“I’d like that,” you reply, feeling a blush rising on your cheeks. 

“Really?!” Rain chirps, his tail flicking excitedly behind him,” you really want to be our mate?” 

“Yes, Rain. I want to be with you and Swiss,” you grin as you bring a hand up to caress the water ghoul’s hair. 

You scream as you feel Rain’s fangs sink into your neck, the action is quickly followed by a soothing tongue running over the wound. The water ghoul pulls away from your neck just long enough to utter something like ‘your turn’ to the multi ghoul. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel Swiss brush your hair away, giving him access to the other side of your neck. He licks his lips in anticipation before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the skin. The older ghoul is taking his time and savoring the moment, he gives the lobe of your ear a quick nip before sinking his fangs into you. 

You cry out once more at the feeling, your nails digging into the ghoul’s back. Your ears pick up on a deep growl coming from Swiss as his mouth remains locked onto you. 

“Now you’re ours.” 

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//Ghouligan