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Finally did it. The sweaty Mountain/Aeon thing that just ran off and did its own thing at the end

Cw: sweat kink, kinda soft Dom Aeon popping up a bit, Aeon calls Mountain dumb once, a shifting power dynamic at the start (but I fuck with subby Mountain ok I can't be blamed!)

He feels it dripping down his spine as he plays, hair soaked under the helmet, shirt clinging like a second skin completely soaked through with sweat. His pants are no better, tight and only made tighter the wetter they get.

He's used to it but he still tries to shake the sweat from his hands before he grabs hold of Cumulus and Dew, keeping his grip loose and dropping them as soon as the bows are finished. He's still sheepish about it when someone bumps against him, offering an unnecessary apology.

It's not like they mind, some even like it. He can't count the times Rain had grabbed hold of him, dragging his fingers and tongue across his wet skin, taking him into the shower and taking his time to wash him off, clinging to him even once they are back on the bus.

He's not really expecting it as he walks off the stage this time, groaning and ready to get out of his wet clothes. He's not prepared for Aeon to grab hold of his arm and yank him off into one of the dressing rooms.

"What are yo-"

His words are swallowed by Aeon slamming their mouths together, his tongue quickly sliding between Mountain's lips and gliding along his. His entire front is pressed as tight as he can manage, already grinding against Mountain's soaked pants.

Mountain had already been sitting heavy against his thigh, a hot pulse running through him as he played, the adrenaline and the energy from the crowd having his cock fattening up. But now with Aeon rubbing up against him, grinding and whining like he's desperate for it, Mountain's cock is a ridged line down his thigh.

He wraps a big hand around Aeon's neck, not squeezing, just pushing him back enough to smirk down at him.

"Needy little thing."

He whines, tipping his head back to offer more of his throat. "Rain always snatches you after the show... could never get back here fast enough."

"Jealousy is cute on you."

Something shifts in Aeon's eyes and he grabs Mountain's shoulders and pushes until he falls into the chair.

"Shut up." He straddles his thighs gracefully, making quick work of opening Mountain's pants. He presses his cheek to his wet shoulder, inhaling deeply against his neck as he works his hand in to pull him out.

The giant hisses through his teeth, hips jerking at the contact. He watches Aeon when he pulls back through heavy lidded eyes, the way he licks his lips, pupils blown at the musky scent of Mountain's sweat.

"You have no idea how crazy you make all of us, do you? Can barely focus if we get too close while you're playing." He jerks him slowly, deliberate when he gets to the tip. "Want to taste you while you're playing one day, bet it's even better like that, before you have any time to cool down."

His heart races and he swallows hard when Aeon holds his eyes like a challenge.

"Shirt off."

Mountain blinks, the words trying to wade through the molasses of his mind. He hears himself ask, hears the slur in his own voice.

Aeon laughs. "Dumb is cute on you. Shirt off. Now."

He scrambles to get it off, fingers shaking over each tiny button. The shirt under his uniform is completely soaked, all but glued to his upper half, it lands hard on the floor when he gets it off and tosses it.

Aeon slides his hand down his chest, pausing to twist his fingers in the wet hair there. He presses kisses down his throat until he can drag his tongue along his chest, lapping at the salt on his skin, his grip tightening on Mountain's cock.

"Aeon-"

"Fuck you taste divine." He grinds in his lap, working his pants open as quick as he can. When he's free he grabs Mountain's wrist so he can lick over his palm, eyes fluttering at the taste of his sweat and he briefly wonders if he could suck the taste of him from the wood of his sticks. He guides his hand down to wrap around both of them. "Tight, don't let go."

He does as he's told even though it feels like his brain is dripping from his ears. He tightens his fingers around them both, eyes glistening when he drags his gaze from their cocks pressed together to meet Aeons intense stare.

He smirks, cocking his head just slightly. "Rain said you listen well."

He blushes at the idea of them sharing stories, comparing notes about him but he can't deny the heat in his blood when he thinks about them, hard behind their jeans as they recall moments they've had with the giant. He wonders if they've lost themselves in eachother with him on their minds.

Aeon rolls his hips, fucks into Mountain's fist, sweat and pre making it easy to slide against him. The sweet little punched out wheeze makes him grin and he quickens his pace to rut just right against the calluses on Mountain's hand.

He licks from Mountain's jaw up to the beading sweat on his temple, grinding harder at the salty taste on his tongue. He wants to draw this out, to slip to his knees and take him all the way down his throat until his nose is pressed into the damp curls, until all of his senses are overwhelmed with nothing but Mountain.

He wants the giant on top of him, pressing him into whatever surface is convenient, sweat dripping down on him. He wants to flip the roles, pin Mountain and take his time, press his chest to his soaking wet back, feel their skin slide together while Aeon fucks him until he can't even remember where he is.

"Aeon..." There's a warning in his devastatingly sweet voice, too close to even consider asking for mercy.

He presses his face against his neck, drinks in the scent of him, hot, musky, and his head spins. He's not going to last much longer himself, doesn't want to. There will be time to draw it out at the hotel.

"Please, please Aeon..." His eyes are so pretty when they are wet, just like the rest of him and Aeon thinks he could spend forever just watching him like this.

"Go ahead. Let me see."

Mountain tightens his grip just a fraction more, rocking his hips up to meet when Aeon rolls down. He can't think of too much beyond how good it feels and how much he likes Aeon's tongue pressed against his pulse.

Aeon tips his head down to watch, his forehead pressed to Mountain's wet shoulder. He watches and revels in how much wetter the slide of their skin is, Mountain dripping enough pre to rival a water ghoul. His mouth waters and he wants everything Mountain has to offer.

The heat coils in his belly and he grits his teeth, he won't cum first, he refuses.

"Come on, be a good boy for me. Let me see, beautiful." Mountain whimpers and ruts his hips quicker. "That's it. You're so close, come on sweetheart just-"

He watches when he cums, how it shoots up across his stomach. He watches his chest heave, the sheen of sweat catching the light and Aeon leans forward to lick the taste from his chest when he cums, adding to the wet, sticky mess.

Aeon kisses him, grinning against his lips when someone bangs on the door and says they have to leave. Mountain's eyes go wide, glancing down at the mess and back up to Aeon's face.

"But-"

"No time." He shrugs, climbing from Mountain's lap, tucking himself back into his pants.

"You planned this?"

"And if I did?" His eyes flash and he watches Mountains Adam's apple bob when he swallows. "I want to watch them want you. I'm curious who will break first."

Mountain blushes but his cock twitches despite how it lays spent against the zip of his pants. He whines when Aeon grips his chin, his thumb pressing against his lips. Heat lightning in his eyes, a warning, something that makes Mountain want to tempt fate.

"I want to watch them want you and know they can't have you. You're mine. Isn't that right?"

He nods, resisting the urge to pull Aeon's thumb between his lips. "Yes."

"That's my good boy. Grab a hoodie. Leave that." He points to their combined mess drying on his stomach.

He follows behind Aeon to the bus, feet heavy and brain still a bit fuzzy until he sees the way everyone snaps around to look at him, the way their pupils blow when his scent fills the space.

Aeon sits and pulls the giant down beside him, guiding him until his head rests on the quints shoulder and he can press his nose into his still damp hair. Rain smirks across the way, eyes on Dew who's biting his lip and tenting his sweats, eyes glued to Mountain.

He flicks his gaze over and smiles into Mountains hair. Lus' tail swishes behind her, lips red and parted. She crosses her legs and clenches her thighs.

Dew's a good candidate for who will try to pounce first, Rain knows from experience, but Aeon has $20 on Lus and he hadn't lost a bet yet...

#HELLO WHAT!!#this fucked me up a little bit #fic rec!!#aeon x mountain #aeon ghoul #mountain ghoul #phantom ghoul #spicy tag #nameless ghouls fic

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Secondo Emeritus - Naples

Primo | Secondo

Neaples. My beautiful Neaples. My beloved, adored Neaples. It is the city where I studied and grew up in and it is also literally filled with mysteries and legends. I thought Naples would have been the perfect formation place for a young Secondo Emeritus. Let’s see what may have influenced and inspired him in his religious journey.

1 - The musical church.

Ghost’s music has always been heavily loaded with the Devil’s Tritone: also called Diabulus in Musica or Devil’s Interval, it is an unsettling dissonance produced by an unusual arrangement of notes that gives that spooky, devilish tone to music. In Infestissumam, it was featured on 9 out of 10 songs. The use of the Tritone was banned in Medieval times (In Ghost, its use dramatically dropped with Prequelle, with only 2 out of 10 songs featuring it). So what if I tell you that, in contrast, in Naples there is a church that functions as a musical score, whose music protects it from evil?

Basically, there is a church in Piazza del Gesù that has a particular pointy ashlar on the external facade. Under the side (the one facing the ground, so if you look up from the street you can see them) of each of these little pyramids are carved symbols, which turned out to be Aramaic letters that were later translated into musical notes. So, it turned out that the whole church is a big score, and it’s playable. The whole melody, called Enigma, was played for the first time inside the church to celebrate the discovery. You can hear the music here (sound quality is not the best).

Will it protect the church from Ghost’s music?

2 - The skull cult.

Naples has very intricate underground galleries, almost all visitable. One of these is Cimitero delle Fontanelle, a famous catacomb where the remains of about 40.000 people who died from plagues are stored. It is said the “anime pezzentelle” cult was born here: it is a particular relationship each Neapolitan establishes with a chosen skull. You literally adopt an abandoned skull, which according to our tradition is the seat of the soul, and your duty is to care for it, protect it and also create a special niche for it. In exchange, the soul of that skull will protect you.

A nice place for a Bone Daddy.

3 - Pretty and Evil like Mergellina’s devil.

Knowing the passion our Secondo has for women, here is a story about a very devilish one.

In Santa Maria del Prato church, in the Mergellina area, there is the only representation of the devil as a woman in a painting.

The legend has it that said woman was the beautiful Vittoria D’Avalos, who seduced the Bishop Diomede Carafa, who commissioned the painting in 1542 to represent his victory against the woman’s lust (we're all believing him, right? 🙄).

Now that story has a way of saying that refers to femmes fatales as “Pretty and Evil like Mergellina’s devil”.

I’d say she may be considered among the first-ever Sisters of Sin.

4 - Who gives life can also take it.

Infestissumam is filled with references to birth and Jesus, turning it into the birth of the antichrist and creating a narrative that is completely opposite to the birth of the Son of Man. Now, in Naples, there is a statue that embodies both concepts.

Back to Piazza del Gesù: On a very high pedestal in the center of the square stands a statue of the Virgin Mary, the Mother. That's all... until you position yourself at a specific point in the square and look up to see the statue transformed into the Reaper. His face is hidden by the cowl, staring straight at you, with a sickle at its feet and a snake crawling on it.

Depending on your point of view, the giver of life becomes the taker of it.

5 - Body and Blood… but especially blood.

What never stops to fascinate me about the relationship of Neapolitans with religion is the very thin line between devotion and pure blasphemy. It is the case of the “miracle” of San Gennaro’s blood. It happens twice a year and it consists in bringing the Saint’s blood in a liquid state again (after centuries it is obviously solidified). The particular thing is that during this ritual, the worshippers (and the priests too) literally insult the saint to convince him to make the miracle happen, because if it doesn’t work, it means that something terrible is about to happen.

(Last time it didn’t work was right before the Covid pandemic 🙂)

I’d say this could have been a great inspiration for Body and Blood and Idolatrine.

Honorable mention to the fact that I have lived 32 years now on this Earth and I never attended this event even though I would like to.

Bonus: Now, I said that Dante would come back in the chapters, and he is. In fact, not only Virgilio died in Naples (and he is the protector of the city) but, apparently, the gates of Hell Dante mentioned in his comedy were located on the Averno lake, near Pozzuoli, not far from Naples.

#I’m loving these posts wowowow #fascinating stuff #papa emeritus ii

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Papa Emeritus IV

#incredible #the way the light his his face #he’s glowing #a perfect likeness #just gorgeous #papa emeritus iv

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ghuleh-recs · 13 hours

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1975

WIP Chapter from my Secondo fic "Crossroads" that's being developed alongside my current major Primo-centered work. Yes, smut is nice but more and more I'm fascinated by the brothers' relationship. I had these little doodles and I was like let's spend thirty minutes coloring them and then throwing a photo manip of a photo I took of the Ministry as the background.

Jun-19-75 11:35 AM Courtyard Cumulus clouds, med cover curled wisps. Winds southeastern location. Approx. 18C, up since AM. Rain predicted evening.

Secondo began his sketch of the cloud shape and chose to ignore the rustling in the tree behind him. Some small body was struggling to climb up the side of the ornamental pear tree, perhaps to spy on his work.

“What are you doing?” Terzo’s voice came from the tree. A not unusual occurrence. Neither was his persistent desire to get immediately in Secondo's business.

Secondo’s obvious posturing to ignore him was futile. Terzo repeated the question two more times, the leaves trembling as he adjusted his weight on a branch. Secondo frowned deeply and finally relented, looking up at the small curled-up form and twinkling raccoon eyes of his younger brother.

“You’re going to break your arm.”

Terzo squinted at the sky, kicking his legs. “What are you doing?”

“Recording clouds. I need to keep records of clouds six times a day for a year and a day. And then Sister will train me.”

“Do you even know what the clouds mean?”

“No, but I will. In time.”

Terzo swung his body backwards, his legs hooked on the branch so he could hang upside down. He squinted at Secondo. “That’s fucking boring.”

“What are you even doing up there?”

Terzo decided to continue talking to his brother upside down, perhaps to annoy him further. It was working. His voice was wistful. “There's a bird building a nest on the roof. I'm trying to figure out how to get up there.” Terzo grinned. “Maybe it's a falcon. Then I could take a chick and train it and be a falconer. That's how they do it.”

“Terzo. Come down. You'll break your arm.” Primo appeared from under the stone arcade, the ghoul Edelweiss slinking behind him.

Primo had rejoined the Ministry only three years prior, and already he was in Sister’s inner circle. His arrival started a change in his younger half-brothers’ behavior. Primo was tall, athletic and confident. People enjoyed being around him. He had big responsibilities and beautiful companions. He was an adult.

The two younger brothers may not have realized it, but his presence gave them a goal to work towards. Secondo immediately pulled his shoulders back, gave Primo a hopefully impassive look and returned to his journaling.

“Nice weather, yeah?” Primo chanced a grin. Primo was fine…when he wasn't telling Secondo what to do.

There was a creak, a snap, and Terzo stared wide-eyed at them both midair for a moment before he fell to the ground in a sickening thump. He immediately began to whine, then scream. Secondo stared at him, snorting. He closed his journal with a snap. Served him right.

“Criminy, Terzo,” huffed Primo as he walked towards the writhing boy in the grass. He knelt down and gently touched his shoulder, ran his fingers down his arm. Terzo screamed again, his face a blubbering mess. “Perfect timing. What did I tell you, hm?” He glanced over to his ghoul, throwing a few rapid hand signs towards him. Edelweiss Ghoul hurried back to the arcade and through the doors.

“Alright, Terzo, let's get you up hold on—” Primo soothed through the screams and wails. The small boy fit easily in his arms and Primo turned towards Secondo, his face fixed with an amused half-smile. “Help me to the doors?”

“Where you taking him?”

“The Sanctum. Broke his arm, can you believe it?”

All at once Secondo felt the urgent need to assist. A rare, rushing thrill rose across his body as he held the doors for Primo, ignored his younger brother’s shouts of pain. The Sanctum. That meant…

Sister Imperator, the Dark Mother, was waiting there for them at the grand doors, Edelweiss Ghoul behind her. Her head was perched atop her customary tunic of swirling polyester colors, a viper among the flowers.

He wanted to say something, wanted to share with her what he had been working on but he knew his dopey eagerness to please would be ignored. But that was the weird unexplainable thrill of it all, anyway.

Sister knew things were running perfectly, just as she knew water flowed underground below her feet. Her indifference towards him was perfection. Was a sign of a job well done. So Secondo swallowed the lump in his throat and repeated a mantra to calm the hammering of his heart.

Terzo’s cries took on more of a theatrical whine as Primo transferred him into the arms of the Ghoul. “It'll be done in a second!” Primo reassured him over his sobs. Secondo didn't want to be here. Didn't want to be associated with the two of them while Sister was near, looking bored already with the childish blubbering.

Sister gripped Terzo’s chin to silence his sobs. Terzo froze, blinking furiously in the ghoul’s arms. “Hush,” she hissed, then gestured to Primo to draw near. Primo lifted his brother’s head, gently wrapping a black silk blindfold over his eyes. “You take this off, you die. Do you understand, child?”

Terzo’s heavy sobs could not be suppressed for long. Sister’s red nails dug deeper into the boy’s chin. “Words. Now.”

“I…I understand,” Terzo whimpered.

“Good.”

With a friendly nod, Edelweiss Ghoul carried the boy into the Sanctum, Sister locking the doors behind them. The heavy slam echoed in the stone hallway. And so they waited for the ritual to be done.

Secondo steeled himself as Primo started to shift uncomfortably on his feet, tossing his head as if already in a conversation. His brother was a man who could not leave a single moment of air empty. It was as if silence was something he could drown in.

His mercurial expressions and small eager eyes seemed too close to their father Nihil’s mannerisms for Secondo to ever take him seriously.

“Listen will you just be nice to him? For once?” Primo ejected an exasperated huff of air that ruffled Secondo’s hair but not much else. “He's your brother.”

“He never learns.”

“Because nobody ever—” Primo grumbled under his breath, searching for what to say next. “When I was growing up I wanted a brother so badly…” His confession was met with stony silence. “He's got nobody, Secondo. And I can't be there for him like you can.”

“What does that even mean?” To Secondo it meant that Primo was passing a buck. Saddling him with caring for a person who barely cared for himself. Who was too stupid to assess even the most basic of dangers. Secondo was rising, ever rising from the efforts of his own sweat and will. Terzo’s foolishness would just hold him back.

“He's the loneliest person I've ever met,” Primo confessed. “And he's only nine. Don't you find that…sad?”

Secondo refused to budge. All his life he chose his words, his actions carefully. And that urge for correctness was a deafening roar in him at fourteen. Sidestepping the question was the best course of action. Questions were just traps, after all.

“I need to be left alone.”

Primo opened his mouth, but then thought otherwise. He made a show of shaking his head, crossing his arms. Secondo observed Primo’s eyebrows furrow and shift, choosing to continue his brotherly rant inside his own mind.

Victory.

Short lived. “So, uh…what are you going to do for your summer vacation?” Primo attempted a different route at a bond. “My friends and I would pack a canoe with old tarps and our fishing rods and beer and—”

The heavy door unbolted and opened once more. Sister emerged, breath trailing out of her mouth in unusual wisps. Terzo followed wide-eyed and stunned, gripping Edelweiss Ghoul by the hand. He was released with a soft pat on his head.

“Secondo,” said Sister with a small nod.

Secondo straightened up to full height immediately. Terzo ambled over to stand beside him, clutching his newly healed arm.

“Don't let him put weight on it for a few days,” Sister ordered Primo, then cast the full intensity of her stare directly into Terzo’s eyes. Her subject properly cowed, she turned on her heel towards the direction of her office and was gone.

Sister had spent a fraction of a second regarding Secondo but that single glance would be in his thoughts for some time after.

“We can go? No one is going to be climbing trees once we turn our backs?” Primo tousled Terzo’s hair, exchanging smiles. “And Secondo—” Primo shrugged at Secondo directly, gesturing subtly towards the youngest with a rough hand. Remember.

The ghoul Edelweiss threw out some quick hand gestures, winking. “Haha, right, exactly,” chuckled Primo and then they too left the kids alone in front of the Sanctum doors.

Terzo continued to shiver in place in the center of the hallway, his eyes darting to Secondo. Secondo was lost now staring into the elaborate archway carvings of the Sanctum doors. Masks of ghouls nested amongst delicately carved cinquefoil. Thorned branches encircling howling wolves. Hands pierced and bloodied, pointing to the sky, pointing to the earth. The archway always mystified him and he often took time to examine it whenever he walked past.

And beyond those doors? The Altarpiece, the knobs tied shut with red silken cords. In his mind’s eye he imagined Sister’s clawed hands slip the knot loose, tease the door to Hell open. Reaching into the infinite, pulling out strands of arcane energy. She had seemingly unlimited power at her carefully manicured fingertips. Her hands laid upon Terzo’s body and soothed torn muscles, knitted bone. A healing touch that could also kill in an instant.

“What was it like?” Secondo spat out the question in an attempt to disguise his true enthusiasm. Terzo blinked stupidly at him, taken aback by the sudden show of interest.

“Hm?”

“When the Altarpiece opened.”

Terzo shook his head. “Howling…voices but not really voices. A cold wind that wasn't cold. Like…when your foot falls asleep. Yeah. That's what it's dreaming about, yanno.”

“You felt it?”

“Felt what?”

“The Void.” Secondo had forgotten his aloof act as he stared wide-eyed, waiting for a scrap of anything.

Terzo's tear-stained face stretched into a grin. “You want to know so badly, doncha. You're dying to know.”

Secondo felt that rushing sensation of blood in his ears. No one taught him but one day he'd know it was the feeling of shame, of getting caught in a moment of vulnerability.

Terzo’s toothy maw widened and he wiggled his fingers into Secondo’s face. “Break your arm and find out,” he laughed.

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#terzo is such a little shit (TM)#om nom nom eating your lore tidbits #i don’t think i’ll ever get over how you write the young brotherly interactions #god tier characterization #what a treat #fic rec!!#papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus i

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Working on this request from the lovely and talented @anamelessfool was a treat to my heart. I absolutely LOVED the fanfic it is inspired from, The First and The Last, one of the most original Terzomega stories I have read so far.

Take some time to read it, you will be mesmerized by the imaginary of anamelessfool’s world, I promise.

Ps. I still have some requested I’m working on but I’m pondering if closing them as I have a lot of wips in my hands atm. If you have requests to make please do it from now to the next couple of days 🌹

#GOOOORGEOUS #GO READ THE FIC #let’s keep the fandom alive #<- prev tags: yes pls #more fanart of fanfic 2k24!!#this is an anamelessfool stan acct btw #terzomega my beloveds

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you know that it takes two

or a swissdew fic I wrote after haphazardly tailoring some ghost pants bc I am incredibly short and I ate shit when I tried them on.

Contains some light feminization and a semi-public handjob. This got a lot dirtier than I intended lol

The rising sun filters in past the blinds, casting long shadows and catching the dust motes in the air. The tv in the common room is on, playing some baking show Swiss isn't quite awake enough to process, volume too low for him to really make out without subtitles. He's sprawled on his back on the couch, one foot hooked over the back, eyes half open.

He's awake earlier than normal and he's not sure why. Not that it matters. His body must've just decided it was time to be awake, so he had made his way out here, waiting for any of his packmates to wake up and join him.

Swiss lays there for a long moment before the sound of padding feet makes his gaze snap to the doorway. Dew steps into the common room, stretching with an audible crack that makes Swiss groan in sympathy.

He's a vision, even bedraggled, and Swiss offers him a lazy smile and waves the hand that had been idly scratching at his stomach. Dew hums in acknowledgment, quietly making his way over to the couch.

As he gets closer, Swiss gets a better view of what the fire ghoul's wearing: a shirt that's obviously Aether's by the way it comes down to mid thigh, sliding off his shoulder and exposing a sharp collar bone. More interesting are the lounge pants, cuffs rolled up three times, and Swiss could bet that the drawstrings are triple knotted so they don't slip down Dew's narrow hips. There's a pattern, and Swiss cocks his head as he takes in the Cardinal's face, the ghoul masks, the band's logo and Grucifixes.

"Didn't think you were a merch of your own band kind of guy, spitfire" he chuckles, stretching and baring his fangs as he yawns.

"Fine, I stole them a few weeks back, need to hem them. Might talk Rain into doing it," Dew says, hissing as his foot catches on one of the pant legs and he stumbles. Swiss reaches out on impulse, but the fire ghoul rights himself with a grumble. "Shut up, 'm fine. they're comfortable."

"You do look comfortable," Swiss concedes. “C'mere,” he says, patting his chest in invitation. Dew accepts almost eagerly, laying down in the vee of Swiss's legs.

Dew rests the back of his head on Swiss's chest, and Swiss sputters teasingly as he overemphasizes spitting out Dew's hair, falling out of its bun.

"Knock it off," Dew slurs as he gets comfortable, a rusty purr rattling his slight frame. If he's unusually snuggly, neither of them mention it.

Swiss noses at Dew's hair, wrapping an arm around his waist, getting a good feel of the pants, the sharp hipbones underneath. "I get it," he whispers, half paying attention to the tv. "Those feel soft. Think they might fit me?"

He doesn't need to see Dew's face to know he's rolling his eyes. "Mine," he says in lieu of an answer. “You can get your own.”

He hums, idly playing with the waistband, the drawstrings (he was right, they are triple knotted). He means nothing of it, content with a lapful of fire ghoul, but then his hand trails just a little bit lower and he finds it.

A small, plastic button right over the front of the pants, where the fly in a pair of boxers would be. Swiss's fingers fiddle with the button, and the next thing he knows, there's claws pressing at the back of his hand. Not piercing skin yet, just warning.

"Swiss, what're-" Dew stammers, stiff as a board as he turns to look up at him.

He blinks, glancing down at the smaller ghoul as he realizes what he's doing. "Shit, Dew-" he goes to apologize, but there's an undeniable throb underneath his knuckles, a damp spot growing in the soft fabric of his pants. A shit eating grin splits his face and he noses again at Dew's hair. It smells of Mountain's shampoo, bergamot and tea tree. It suits him. "Say the word and I'll stop. Promise."

They lay there frozen, eyes locked as the silence says more than either of them could. Dew lets go of his hand and Swiss smiles, kissing him.

Swiss plays with the button until it slips out of the buttonhole, and he slides his hand into the fly. They both groan at the touch of skin on skin, Dew having forgone underwear. He's so warm between his thighs, especially the line of his cock, already desperately hard and leaking.

He presses the heel of his hand against it and Dew jerks in his lap, cock blurting precum. He's seen Dew worked up enough times to know what it looks like, the tip ruddy and shiny, dripping into the coarse curls at the base.

“Easy, spitfire,” Swiss whispers in his ear, nipping gently at the point of it. Dew makes a hurt little noise, head tipping back against his chest. His own dick throbs, filling out and pressing against the small of Dew's back.

He doesn't wrap his fingers around Dew's cock, just gently pets up and down the shaft, slicking it with his own pre. Every so often he brushes a calloused fingertip down the seam of his balls and Dew hisses, turns his face to hide in Swiss's chest. Swiss can feel his pulse already, little cock throbbing in time against his palm. A wave of scent, woodsmoke and spice, hits him like a bus.

“So worked up, sweetheart, aren't you?” Swiss coos, his other hand coming up to grab at Dew's jaw. He tilts the fire ghoul's face up, makes him make eye contact. Dew's eyes, normally like shiny copper pennies, are engulfed by blown pupils.

“Swiss-” Dew chokes out, but then Swiss is kissing him, all filthy and far too hungry for this early in the morning. Dew's pliant, sleep still clinging to him, and he yields immediately, letting Swiss lick into his mouth like there's something sweet at his center. And there is, isn't there? Not awake enough to put up the front, stripped bare to the softest version of him?

Dew moans frantically into the kiss, and Swiss pulls back, golden gaze hardening, lips spit-slick. “Quiet, spitfire,” he whispers, squeezing his stiff little cock. “You don't want the rest of the pack finding you like this, do you? So damn easy, with my hand in your pants?”

Dew groans, a little quieter. “Lucifer, fucking- Swiss,” he shudders in his lap as the multi-ghoul finally wraps his fingers around him properly.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” He coos, squeezing Dew's jaw a little, dimpling his cheeks as he fishes him out of the pants, not bothering with pushing them down, just pulling him through the fly. Just as he thought, the head is cherry red and shiny, the same color that his cheeks have turned, the blush spilling down past the collar of Aether's shirt.

“Fucking- shit- make me cum,” he sputters.

“Is that how we ask, pretty girl?” Swiss growls low in his throat, but he starts jerking him off anyways. The slick head of his dick peeks out from his fist, but it covers the rest of him.

Dew groans, hips bucking up into Swiss's fist, drooling precum over his knuckles. He fights against the hand on his jaw, trying to hide, but Swiss won't let him. He stills his hand, and Dew makes a noise like he's been punched in the gut.

”Ask nicely, sweetheart," he says, their foreheads pressed together, unable to look anywhere but at each other.

Dew's breathing is uneven, chest heaving. Except for his panting, there's silence for a long moment.

“Please make me cum, Swiss,” Dew almost whimpers.

Swiss grins, a blinding flash of fangs as he jerks Dew off. His grip tightens ever so slightly and the fire ghoul keens, tail wrapped tight around Swiss's thigh as he fights to lay still.

Every jerk of Dew's hips ruts him against Swiss's cock, painfully hard in his sweats, but he ignores it for the squirming mess in his lap. He rucks up Aether's shirt, exposing his nearly concave belly, his nipple rings glinting in the early sunlight. He was right. The blush goes down past his nipples, makes the silver jewelry really stand out.

“Such a good girl for me, Dewey,” Swiss says, punctuating it with a kiss to his cheek, oddly tender compared to the way he jerks him. “Lettin' me touch you like this out in the open, where anybody could see you this needy. They'd want you like this, spitfire, such a pretty little mess for me. You'd let them watch, wouldn't you?”

Dew's breath hitches, writhing in Swiss's lap as his free hand snakes up to play with the silver rings threaded through his nipples. His spindly fingers catch around Swiss's wrist, not trying to stop him, just desperate for something to hang on to. His other claws at the couch cushion, puncturing the fabric with his needle sharp claws.

“Will you say it for me, spitfire?” Swiss asks, speeding up the hand on Dew's cock.

Dew swallows hard, making aborted little thrusts up into Swiss's hand.

“Say what?” Dew asks through grit teeth, eyes half lidded as Swiss moves his hand down to roll his balls in his hand.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Swiss says, and Dew just barely bites back a cry as he squeezes ever so slightly. “You know what I want you to say. Say it and I promise I'll make you cum so hard, make you make a mess of yourself.”

Dew makes another hurt noise, mumbling something under his breath.

“Ah-ah, baby, I can't understand you, use your words,” Swiss says. He knows it's cruel, but Dew's dick jerks in his hand and he can't be damned to care. “What are you, spitfire?” he prompts, giving his dick a little squeeze in encouragement.

Dew cries out, too far gone to even try and muffle himself. “'M your girl, please just fucking make me cum, Swiss, please!”

His voice hitches deliciously, and Swiss smiles, unable to deny him anything.

“So good for me, sweetheart,” Swiss coos, starting to jerk him off, picking up the pace until Dew's writhing frantically in his lap again. “So fucking good, Dewdrop, such a good girl for me, that's it.”

He feels Dew's cock stiffen impossibly harder in his hand, feels his balls draw up against his knuckles. “C'mon, baby, cum for me, make a pretty mess for me.”

Dew wails, dick throbbing in time with his pulse as he spills, shooting over Swiss's knuckles as cum splatters across his belly, all the way up to his pierced nipples. Swiss doesn't ease up, cooing in his ear the entire time. “There it is, that's it, doing so good for me, spitfire, give it to me.”

He peppers little kisses over the side of Dew's face as the fire ghoul writhes, the stimulation pushing into too much. He doesn't try to stop it, lets Swiss keep jerking his spent little cock, fangs sinking deep into his lower lip.

His entire body goes slack when Swiss eventually lets him go. ”Fuck, Swiss,“ Dew laughs incredulously, narrow chest heaving as he comes down.

Swiss can't help but return his grin. ”Yeah? Good?“

Dew smacks him with no real heat. “No fucking shit, Swiss.”

Swiss kisses his temple, reaching around to wipe Dew's cum up with his fingers, sucking them into his mouth with an obscene groan. Dew's cock kicks weakly.

“You want me to-?”

“Nah, I think I'm good,” Swiss says, pulling his fingers out of his mouth with a wet pop. “More than satisfied with this, spitfire.”

Dew's blush hasn't receded yet, but he settles down against Swiss's chest, yanking his shirt down and getting comfortable again.

Swiss laughs, pressing one more kiss to Dew's temple. He reaches down, tenderly taking Dew's cock in hand, tucking it away. He grins as he does up the little button.

#HOT #very hot wowowow #love love love your swiss #he’s so warm and perfect UGH #fic rec!!#dewdrop x swiss #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #nameless ghouls fic #spicy tag

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the goobers just smacked lips!!! will they hit it off? or it will be just a casual fling?

#don’t mind me i’m just SWALLOWING THIS WHOLE #bet it starts out as a fling and then they catch FeELiNgS #obsessed with your interpretation of them #cardinal copia #dewdrop ghoul #copia x dewdrop

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When the Cardinal got the call about the attack on Mouse and the sibling, do you think he reacted sharply over the phone to whomever he spoke with, or cooly responded and waited until he hung up to go ballistic? I’m curious about his initial reaction to the news. 🫢

The Cardinal sat there, alone in an unfamiliar office, and thought about the changes so close at hand. It had been a long time coming, he supposed; the steadily ticking clock on the wall kept his toiling years in the forefront of his mind. All the bustle and the striving, the whole dogged pursuit of his own dark papacy, might actually be soon behind him. Copia relaxed back in his chair for a moment, admittedly irritated at the gentle ticking, but grateful nonetheless for this brief respite. The Ministry could be a tumultuous place, but for now, all was quiet, and he was ready.

His door was open, and an assistant poked her head in. “My apologies, Your Eminence.. you have a phone call,” she said, gesturing towards the phone upon his current desk. He noticed a light blinking there. “Sister Imperator.”

Giving the girl a nod before she left, shutting the door behind her, he reached out for the receiver. “Pronto, eh… Hello?”

Sister’s voice a bit tinny over the antiquated line. “Cardinal. I trust you’re well?”

“Yes, Your Dark Excellency.” Imperator wouldn’t have called without a reason. “What’s this about?”

“I’m calling about the girl you’ve been tutoring.” The leather of his glove tightened more firmly around the receiver with an audible sound.

“What about her?” Imperator didn’t answer right away, and Copia felt a surge of something like a panic forming deep in his chest. “Sister—”

“Oh, she’s quite all right, Cardinal. Don’t worry, honestly.” Don’t worry…

“What—”

“She…” Her voice sounded pained, and he heard her take a little breath. “There was a fair bit of trouble up in the old cemetery today. Some kind of a transient was… bothering her and another girl. They’re a bit rattled, naturally… fought him off and ran. Nothing beyond a mere scuffle happened, they assured me, but…”

“I’ll be there shortly.” He could feel the blood rushing in his head, and he fought to remain calm.

“Your Eminence, you do understand what you’re meant to accomplish over there?”

“I do, Sister.” He let the weight of his decision hang for a moment. “I should be able to manage arriving back at the abbey… tomorrow at the latest.”

“The girl is perfectly fine here; a few abrasions… I only thought you’d like to know as a courtesy. Considering the time you’ve spent together.”

A few… abrasions. “Please expect me tomorrow, Sister. Thank you.”

“Cardinal.”

“Yes?” The word came out heavy with concealed rage.

“She is perhaps not perfectly fine. If I’m being honest with you.”

He hung up the receiver without another word, and he watched his hand shake, threatening to splinter the plastic. Taking a steely breath, he extricated his fingers from the thing, and then he methodically began to pack up his desk. As he worked, measured and silent beneath it, the soft and steady ticking of the clock on the wall threatened to drive him insane; a horrible reminder of how far he was from her. This was hell, truly; right here in the passionlessly beating heart of the Satanic Ministry. Copia gulped, fighting the hot fury rising inside him, the urge to retch out the pit of ice settling in his stomach. He wouldn't waste any time; he would not give in to his inner torment here. How was she faring with her own?

When he was done, he reached out for the phone again, his hand now steady.

“I want a car waiting for me downstairs. Ten minutes.”

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On his way down the hall to her room he bumped into Terzo, exiting his papal chambers.

“How is Mouse?” Copia queried, without thinking.

“Who?”

“The girl!” he snapped, ready to lose it.

“Shhh…” Terzo was carefully shutting his door, “Sophie’s still sleeping…”

“The other girl! I hear she’s injured? Why aren’t you with her?”

“I only have one dick, Cardinal.”

Copia pondered on how exactly his life would change if he snapped Terzo’s neck right there in the hall.

Terzo chuckled for a second at his seething expression, before getting serious again. “She’s got a nasty scrape on her head, poor thing. I tucked her in earlier, no fucking involved, Cardinal… She’s resting, says she’s fine, but…” Terzo frowned further. “She’s quite shaken up, I believe, contrary to what she’ll tell you.”

Not bothering to converse any further, Copia continued on down the hall. When he finally reached the door to her dear little room he paused for a second, gathering his scattered thoughts.

It was darkening inside, and he let his eyes adjust for a moment, though it was hardly needed. He knew the room well; how many times had he let himself in here, just to look upon her? How many times had he done much more than look?

She lay on the bed, curled up in a fretful slumber, and the icy rage he had carried all the way here to lay at her feet began to melt at the piteous sight of her. His poor sweet Mouse!

Reaching out, he arranged her blanket a bit more snugly around her, and he noticed then what she was clutching in her fingers; a swathe of red that left his swelling heart bleeding. He lay down beside her.

He wanted to hold her close, desperately, but he would not yet allow himself that gift. She needed to sleep; she needed to be safe. She needed to be loved. And for all the ways he had failed her, he could at least do that, effortlessly and beyond severe. He would love her beyond his last breath, he thought, watching over her precious ones, her fragile chest rising and falling softly.

After some time, he noticed her begin to stir, and eventually she reached out for her light.

“Dolce,” he said, gently. She whirled around, and the look in her dewy eyes at the sight of him made him want to weep.

Finally, he held her.

link to ao3

#yes yes yes yes #this is everything I didn’t know I needed #loooove seeing copia’s pov #i think it’s time for a sadglo reread #fic rec!!#cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia #reader insert

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Yesterday I went on a lil trip to see Zbigniew M. Bielak's art exhibition currently being held in Poland. Majority of it is dedicated to Ghost. I didn't capture it all on photo, but the first room has all these huuuge, beautifully printed covers and artworks from every era Bielak has contributed to, from Infestissumam to Impera, so you can marvel at all the details from up close.

There was also a section with sketches and early concepts for various Ghost (and Darkthrone, I believe) artworks. I believe some of them were shared recently on ZMB's Instagram.

What I found particularly neat was that hidden between the artworks were what seem to be e-mails from Tobias with motif suggestions for Meliora and Prequelle's art. There were also some rough ideas for Impera handwritten by Zbigniew - possibly from some kind of a brainstorming session between them?

Overall a fun exhibition for a Ghost fan to see, though I wish there was some more behind-the-scenes stuff as that's what always excites me most. But still I had a blast during the whole trip, and hope to see Ghost and Mr Bielak cooperate again in the future!

#🧐

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I threw this in Comet’s ask box for comfort ghoul thoughts a little while ago but it is pretty much my Zeph characterization. I guess I rambled about Ifrit a lot more.

560 words no big CWs just Zeph in pain and Ifrit and Omega hunting him down and forcing him to accept help.

His joints very angry, and very swollen. His thumb is practically locked in place, as though the cartilage cushioning his bones has dissolved and his fingers are fused in the 36251 progression position.

He doesn’t play nearly as much as he used to. Only Sundays, forgoing the weekday morning and evening mass. He isn’t that pious. But the weak heat being pumped into that old building seems to be desperate to escape the cracks in the vaulted ceiling as soon as it’s released.

Ever the stoic ghoul, he never complains. He just retreats to his quarters and soaks his aching hands in hot water, massages salves made by Ivy into his skin.

He thinks no one notices. But his pack would notice a single hair on his head out of place, and they certainly notice the way his spine favors leaning to the left when he plays, and the way his hand shakes when he grips his fork at dinner.

This particular Sunday was the coldest yet. He could be seen shivering in between psalms. And most shocking, his timing was off. Maybe not to the pedestrian ear of the siblings, but certainly to the trained ones of Ifrit and Omega.

As soon as his part in the service was complete he snuck away through the concealed door normally reserved for Sister and Papa.

He would’ve ran to his room, if he was capable of more than anything but a lopsided hobble.

He told himself he wasn’t going to break but as soon as he closed the door, ever so softly as if he didn’t even want to alert the mice to his presence, he slumped against it and the dam broke.

They were right. He just needed to stop. Or at least he would, if he continued to politely balk at the help offered.

Before his body could touch the ground, he found himself being lifted back up by two sets of strong arms. Arms belonging to Ifrit and Omega.

“Oh, I’m fine - “ the countenance of bravery was essentially transparent and he was hushed with a single finger to his lips.

“Not now, we can talk later. Let us take care of you.”

He wasn’t sure if it was defeat or surrender, but he just let them.

Let Ifrit force warmth into his body, let Omega pull the pain away, offering soft grunts of concern at the sheer amount of it. Omega himself would need to be cleansed after this.

As they continued their ministrations, he felt some mobility return to his hands, he was able to straighten his spine where he lay in the warm cove of Ifrit’s chest.

He gave his fingers an exploratory wiggle, and if he were sobbing from pain before, now he was sobbing from relief. He forgot what the absence of pain felt like, had become the default.

“Thank you,” two small words that meant something big when it came to Zephyr, at least when it came to this. This acknowledgment that he needed their help. He needed them.

“Think nothing of it, until next time, when you need not wait until we all have to watch you suffer, and force ourselves on you.” Omega’s lecture sounded severe, but he lighted the mood when he gave Zeph a peck on the cheek.

For good measure, Ifrit added, “Yeah, you stubborn old goat.”

#moth your zeph is THE zeph #‘he forgot what the absence of pain felt like’#OOF #OUCH #fic rec!!#zephyr ghoul #ifrit ghoul #omega ghoul #nameless ghouls fic

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Okay okay got the zephrit brainrot now take this sloppy sketch of sleeping zephrit snugs

#zephrit my beloved babies #this is so sweet 🥹#ifrit x zephyr #zephyr ghoul #ifrit ghoul

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Into The Gaze Ablaze

Okay look, I know I said I wasn't gonna do this. But @forlorn-crows said she wanted it for her birthday and I was powerless to refuse her. So enjoy the scene I said I wouldn't write: Dew and Father Aether's first time.

You don't need to have read the priest AU to read this. If you're not following that storyline, basically Aether is a priest who just accepted he's been gay all his life and Dew is the demon who tempts him to the Other Side. Very simple concept, very convoluted fic.

6.1k of Dew and Aether's first time. Shyness, inexperience, handjobs, fingering, anal sex, very light mentions of inhuman biology, no lube (except there is lube, it's called "water ghoul genes"), cumming early if you want to read it like that, and Dew having the filthiest mouth imaginable. Light blasphemy, I guess.

Enjoy, you heathens.

The next few moments were a blur.

Aether was vaguely aware of more kisses, hot and fast and needy. Of overwarm hands touching him everywhere, cradling his cheeks and squeezing his sides and tracing over his chest. Catching on his nipples and drawing from him the most embarrassing noise he’d ever heard from his own mouth. Of the sharp graze of fangs over his bottom lip, followed by the bright sharpness of blood against his tongue that Dew chased with a hungry groan. At some point the rest of his clothes vanished - or at least, one moment he was wearing them and the next he wasn’t - and part of him was glad he hadn’t noticed them go, because he wasn’t sure he’d have managed to keep his sanity if he’d been aware it was happening.

“Don’t say a word about my underwear, please,” he groaned into Dew’s mouth as soon as he got a chance, and Dew laughed between kisses.

“S’alright, I’m not even wearing any,” he replied breathlessly, and Aether nearly choked on both of their tongues at that thought.

He whined pitifully when Dew pulled away at last to get rid of his own jeans, still clutching at Aether’s cheek as he tugged one-handed at the button and zip. Eventually, he admitted defeat and scrambled off the bed with an annoyed groan, and Aether followed him, rucking the blankets up as he shuffled to the edge of the mattress to lend his inexpert but eager assistance to the task.

Four hands, in fact, were not more efficient than two.

“How the fuck did you even get these things on this morning?” he panted as they both tried to shove the faded black denim down Dew’s skinny thighs. The ghoul tried to growl in irritation, but the sound emerged as a reluctant giggle as he stumbled and had to steady himself against Aether’s shoulder. Despite himself, Aether found himself laughing too as they struggled together.

“Didn’t have a horny priest trying to help.”

And then Dew’s hands were on his cheeks again, tilting his face upwards to steal another hurried kiss, and for a moment the stupid fucking jeans were the last thing on his mind because all he could think about was filling his senses with more of that smokey honey scent.

“Is it weird to tell you that you taste good?” he asked, breathless, when they finally pulled apart, and Dew’s answering grin was sharp as a dagger and as bright as the sun.

“Can’t speak for everyone, but I’m never gonna be mad if someone I’m about to fuck tells me they enjoy my body,” he replied, and Aether felt his head spin. His hands grasped blindly at the waistband of Dew’s jeans, now wedged a few inches down below the jut of his hip bones, and through a lucky combination of movement from his hands and Dew’s hips, the faded fabric slipped down at last.

Aether glanced down, almost accidentally, and the world ground to a halt.

Dew… really wasn’t wearing underwear.

Including Dew’s and his own, the number of cocks he’d ever really seen in his life totaled three. He was vaguely conscious, even in his limited and purely academic experience, of the fact that the one before him now wasn’t anything special in size or form. And yet he was already certain that it was the best he’d ever seen. The dark gray skin was flushed almost the same shade of orange at the tip as his cheeks when he blushed, and curved just the barest amount up towards the sparse line of hair tracing a trail from his navel to the thick thatch of dark curls at the root of it. Already the head shone with a wetness that some part of him longed to taste, memories of the bliss on Dew’s face as he knelt between his feet filling his mind tauntingly.

If he had any lingering doubt about what he was, it evaporated like drops of dew in the morning sun as he stared.

He let Dew’s fingers settle under his chin and tilt his head up, looking up into those bright fiery eyes with what he knew must be a truly embarrassing expression on his face. “What?” Dew asked softly, and he shook his head, forcing himself to swallow. Dew’s lips quirked upwards. “Were you expecting spikes or something?”

“I mean…” He let out a long, shaky breath, his hands flexing involuntarily on Dew’s thighs. “Sort of, yeah.”

Dew laughed softly and bent down to kiss him, slower and softer now but no less full of desire. “Touch it,” he murmured, gentle and encouraging. Aether felt his hands freeze in place at the thought. “Go on, it’s not gonna bite you.”

“No, but you might,” Aether shot back, and Dew laughed again.

“Only if you want me to.” He laid one warm hand over Aether’s, pushing it gently towards his cock, and Aether swore he felt the finest little tremor in those long fingers. “Go on. Touch me.”

There was a please hidden in his tone, and Aether was utterly powerless to deny him now.

He dragged his fingers slowly across Dew’s hip, through the coarse curls that somehow felt damp but not sticky as he expected, lingering just at the root before, carefully, cautiously, trailing his fingertips up the first couple of inches. Dew hissed at the touch, shivering as his fingers tightened on Aether’s shoulders. “That’s good,” he breathed before Aether’s nerves could get the better of him. “Now wrap your hand around it.”

Aether swallowed nervously. “I… I don’t want to hurt you.”

Dew clicked his tongue and tilted Aether’s head back until he had no choice but to look right into those bright orange eyes. “You won’t hurt me,” he promised. “I told you, I can take anything you’ve got to give me.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to Aether’s, a gentle touch but one that thrummed with intensity and hunger. “C’mon, priest, stroke my cock.”

Aether heard himself chuckling shyly at the words, so ridiculous, so wrong, but they spurred him into movement all the same. Dew’s answering giggle broke off into a shuddering gasp as the grip around his cock tightened and began to move at last. “Is that -”

“Good, so good,” Dew hissed as he threw his head back for a moment. When he looked down again, Aether shivered at the intensity in his eyes. “Fuck, you don’t know how often I’ve thought about this.”

He ducked his head self-consciously, under the pretense of watching his fist work slowly over Dew’s cock. “Yeah?”

Dew made a soft noise of agreement. “You wanna know a secret?” he asked, and even without looking up, Aether could hear the smirk in his voice. He gave an encouraging little hum, not daring to try and form actual words. Dew leaned down just a little, until his breath tickled Aether’s ear when he spoke. “I’ve got myself off almost every night thinking about you.”

Aether’s hand stuttered to a halt as he coughed in shock, choked on air and surprise. When he looked up at Dew he was biting his lip in the most delicious combination of embarrassment and shameless lust, the point of his fang digging a tempting little divot in the kiss-flushed skin.

“Does that bother you?”

“No, no, I just…” He swallowed nervously. “Why?”

Dew’s chest rumbled with what Aether could only describe as a purr. “Oh, my pretty little priest,” he sighed, draping his arms around Aether’s shoulders. “You have no fucking idea what the thought of you does to me.” As if to prove his point, Dew’s cock twitched in his grip, and the weak little whimper he let out made his cheeks burn. “Shall I tell you some of the things I’ve imagined?” he whispered, and Aether’s mind filled with images of serpents and gardens as he nodded helplessly.

Dew’s hand brushed over his hand, silently encouraging, and he picked up the slow, shy pace of his fist again as Dew began to whisper again.

“The first day we met, I thought about how sweet you’d sound if I bent you over the back of one of your own pews,” he began, and Aether groaned softly at the thought. “Kicked your feet apart and really took my time opening you up, until you were begging for me to fill you up and fuck away your faith.”

Aether whimpered softly as his cock kicked between his legs, neglected and forgotten and so achingly hard he could feel his sanity leaking away. “Oh, God…”

“I thought about fucking your mouth.” Dew hissed out a soft fuck as he steadied himself on Aether’s shoulders. “About replacing all those false prayers with my cock, pouring sin down your throat instead of the lies you’ve been feeding yourself all these years. About spreading my legs in your lap and stroking us both until I could swallow down your screams as I dragged the sin out of you. Fuck, Aether, I fucking dreamed of it…”

Aether’s hips twitched, bucking his cock uselessly against empty air in a fruitless search for friction, and his free hand grasped desperately for Dew’s forearm to hold them both steady. “You make me sound like something desirable.”

With a wild groan, Dew grasped his jawline and tilted his head back, crushing their lips together in a desperate kiss that had them both whining into each other’s mouths in seconds. “You don’t fuckin’ get it yet, do you?” he panted when they finally tore themselves apart to breathe. “You’ve been the only fuckin’ thing I’ve desired since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Aether gasped sharply as he felt his back suddenly hit the mattress, and before he could get his bearings Dew was on top of him, spidery hands braced in the blankets next to his head and lean legs bracketing his hips. He looked down at him like he wanted to eat him whole, and Aether couldn’t think of anything except how he’d bare his throat for those fangs without a second thought.

“The night I kissed you?” he hissed, breathless. “I thought I was gonna go insane. I couldn’t sleep. All I could think about was laying you down on that shitty little bed, peeling all those layers of repression off your body and worshipping you like you fucking deserve. I was so hard, it hurt, and I couldn’t even do anything about it because I knew nothing my hand could do would take away the burn, with you so close I could smell every breath.” He hissed sharply as Aether’s hips twitched up against him, and Aether’s mind went blank for a second at the sharp sting of pleasure of Dew’s cock sliding slick against his own. “Now do you believe you’re something desirable?”

Aether didn’t answer. He couldn’t have answered if he tried. All he could do was shove Dew off his hips and pin him to the blankets, revelling in the satisfied moan that Dew let out, muffled against his own mouth. “Please,” he panted against Dew’s lips at last. “Please, Dew, I need… I can’t wait anymore, please…”

Dew hushed him quickly and wriggled up the bed until his head was on the pillows, long gray hair spread out like an unholy halo as he looked up at him with so much desire Aether could feel his blood burning in his veins. He grabbed Aether’s wrist and, without any hesitancy at all, guided it between his legs.

Aether froze. Reality and half-forgotten memory slammed into him like a brick. “Wait, don’t we need… I mean, I don’t have any -”

Dew shoved himself up onto one hand and silenced him with another scorching kiss. “We don’t need them,” he hissed. “We’re not gonna catch anything from each other, I swear. It doesn’t work like that.”

“I mean - okay, but don’t you at least need some -”

With a frustrated groan, Dew grabbed his wrist again and pulled it insistently into place between his legs, and Aether swore the world dimmed at the edges just a little at the sensation of wet slick skin just behind Dew’s balls.

He stared at Dew with eyes he just knew were too wide with amazement to be dignified. “How -”

Dew growled out a low impatient noise. “Do you want a ghoul biology lesson, or do you want to fuck me?”

“Oh, God, I want to fuck you.”

A sharp, wicked glint sparked in Dew’s eyes as he let himself fall back to the pillows with a grin. “Then stop bringing Him into it and get to work.” He wriggled his hips until that hot slick skin brushed against Aether’s fingers again, and his body obeyed of its own accord.

The moan Dew let out as his fingertip pressed cautiously into him would be seared into his mind for the rest of his days.

He moved slowly at first, terrified of hurting Dew, but the way the ghoul arched his back off the mattress and ground his hips into the touch couldn’t be misinterpreted. The noises he made as Aether watched his finger sink into his body were utterly sinful - lascivious, luxurious moans and whines, bitten-off curses and the occasional word in that sharp, unfamiliar language that Aether could only guess at the meaning of.

“You okay?” he asked at last, as his knuckles finally pressed against Dew’s body. His free hand came to settle on Dew’s hip, more to ground himself than to offer any reassurance, and he tried hard not to think about how much of the narrow body below him his hand covered up without even trying.

Dew gave a breathless laugh and brushed a strand of hair back from his forehead. “Fuck, your fingers are so fuckin’ thick,” he panted, grinding his hips down against Aether’s knuckles.

“Is that a good thing?” Aether asked cautiously, and Dew laughed again.

“Very good. So fucking good, fuck…” Aether watched, entranced, as one of Dew’s hands drifted from the pillow beside his head to his own chest, toying absently with one of his nipples. “You ready for another one?”

Aether gave a shy little huff of a laugh. “Feels backwards, for you to ask me that.”

“I’m used to this, you’re not.” Dew’s whole body trembled for a moment as a shiver rippled deliciously through him, and he forced his eyes open with an obvious effort to hold Aether’s gaze. There was a surprising softness there, and Aether found he was grateful for it. “You can go at your pace, I’m ready whenever you are.”

Aether hoped the shake in his breath wasn’t obvious as he nodded.

He felt himself flinch as the tip of his second finger slipped inside to join the first. Dew just shivered again, letting out another long, low moan and plucking a little more firmly at his nipple. “You’re doing good,” he breathed, pulling his feet up a little closer to himself so he could rock his hips against Aether’s hand, and Aether nodded again with a tight little hum of acknowledgement. He didn’t trust himself to open his mouth, because if he did he knew damn well he’d spill every thought on his mind, and most of those thoughts were about how hot and soft Dew was inside. His memories were hazy with passed time and purposeful suppression, but he was damn certain Zeke hadn’t been so hot around his fingers. And granted, Zeke wasn’t a demon, but -

“Hey.” Dew’s voice dragged him back to reality with a jolt. He gave him an apologetic smile, ducking his head a little in embarrassment, and Dew abandoned his chest to cover the hand on his hips with his own and give it a reassuring squeeze. “I told you, stop running off where I can’t hear you.”

“Sorry,” he murmured ruefully. “But if I stay here, I might go insane.”

Dew gave an amused little huff as he arched into the pleasure again. “I know what you mean,” he murmured, and this time there was a very obvious hint of a whine to his words. “C’mon, more, please…”

Aether didn’t bother to question him this time, and the keening moan that he drew from the ghoul with the stretch of the third finger inside him went directly to his own cock - probably never to leave it. Fuck, he was aching. Harder than he’d ever been in his life, harder than he’d even known it was possible to be, and the only thought in his mind stronger than the urge to bury himself inside Dew and never leave was the horror he felt at the prospect of hurting him.

He wasn’t afraid anymore, he realized. There was no guilt, no shame. Only desire.

God, if his head had been clearer, he would have laughed in relief.

Dew whined again, canting his hips desperately against his knuckles as his free hand grabbed at his own hair. “Fuck, Aether, c’mon, please…” He forced his eyes open again, and the intensity of the look he fixed Aether with made his stomach twist. “Please, I fuckin’ need you, I’m gonna lose my mind if you don’t fuckin’ fuck me.”

Aether felt the sting of the half-dozen little scratches on his bottom lip as he bit it hesitantly. “You sure? Are you ready? I don’t -”

Dew growled out a frustrated noise as he clenched tight around Aether’s slowly-moving fingers. “I swear, I’m ready, I just - a-ah-!”

All at once, his words cut off into a sharp, almost pained yelp of pleasure unlike anything Aether had ever heard before. His eyes flew open, wide and shocked, and his back arched so hard against the sheets Aether pulled his hand back in fear.

“Are you okay?!”

“Eshtak, Uzmodeuuz yon Mamuun…” Dew collapsed back onto the mattress, eyes wide and wild as he stared at Aether. “You don’t even fuckin’ know what you just did, do you?” he demanded incredulously, his narrow chest heaving under the thin sheen of sweat that Aether hadn’t even noticed until now.

“No, but it sounded like it hurt!”

With a disbelieving laugh, Dew pushed himself up onto shaky elbows and hooked one hand around the back of Aether’s neck, tugging him closer as he dropped back to the pillows. “Exactly the opposite,” he promised as his legs wrapped around Aether’s hips. Entirely on instinct, Aether closed the distance between them to claim another heated kiss, and Dew groaned appreciatively into it. He indulged him gladly, letting the human lick into his mouth in a clumsy search for his tongue as their hips rutted against each other, a blind quest for pleasure that neither of them had the willpower to fight.

When at last they had to pull away to breathe, Dew pushed weakly against Aether’s shoulder, urging him onto his back, and although Aether let himself be moved, he stared up at Dew in bemusement. “I thought you said -”

“Shh.” Dew silenced him with another brief, desperate kiss. “You’ll thank me later.”

Without another word, Dew threw one leg over Aether again, straddling his lap with a wanton ease that made something buried low in Aether’s gut burn. His hands settled almost naturally on those narrow hips, thumbs brushing absent-minded little half-moons into the skin, and when Dew was settled and looked down at him at last, he felt the world stop spinning for just a moment.

He looked incredible. Long hair mussed and unruly, haloed around his head in the dim lamplight, with the points of his ears parting the strands at either side. That orange blush high on his cheeks, lips bitten to darkness and parted with his ragged breath, fangs just visible behind them and shining with a temptation that Aether desperately wanted to surrender to.

Hot, elegant hands settled on his chest, trusting its strength with the promise of Dew’s whole weight, and for just a moment he forgot how to breathe. “You sure?” Dew asked, almost a whisper, and he felt himself nodding before he could even think of doing anything else. “I just don’t want you to rush into something you’ll regret.”

Aether tightened his grip on Dew’s hips for a moment, silent reassurance for both of them. “I won’t regret this, Dew,” he promised. “You’re not the only one who’s wanted this since the moment we met.”

Something passed over Dew’s sharp features too quickly for him to catch, gone as soon as it arrived. The ghoul simply nodded, before lifting up on his knees above him. Inexperienced as he was, Aether still understood what was expected of him. He wrapped his hand around his achingly hard cock, gave himself a few quick strokes just for the sake of it, and pressed the head of it gently against that slick, burning-hot place behind Dew’s balls.

“Give me your hand,” Dew breathed, and without thinking Aether let him wrap their fingers together.

Dew closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath, too quick and quiet for him to make it out. He opened them and caught Aether’s gaze just at the moment he began to sink down.

The first press of Dew around him set the stars alight behind his eyes.

It was so much. Too much. Not nearly enough. The hot, clinging grip of Dew’s body sinking down his cock knocked every breath from his body, forced his eyes closed and his head back into the pillows until he felt his neck strain with the pressure.

It was incredible. Unbelievable. There was no way it had ever been this good, no way that anything in his limited experience could ever compare to this. He dimly felt his chest vibrating with his low, pained groan of ecstasy, but he couldn’t hear himself over the rush of blood in his ears. A warm weight pressed gently on his chest, and he covered it with his own hand before he could think.

A voice dimly pierced through the haze of his pleasure. The words were unclear, but every nerve in his body screamed for him to listen to it. It took more effort than he thought he had in his body to drag his mind back to clarity, but when he managed it and forced his eyes open, the sight of Dew almost knocked him right back out again.

Dew laughed breathlessly as he threaded his fingers through his long hair to push it back from his forehead. “Stay with me, priest,” he purred, so low and seductive Aether felt his sanity erode. “You’ll miss the best part.”

Aether swallowed shakily. “It… gets better than this?”

Dew’s chuckle became something almost predatory, even as Aether felt his legs trembling finely against his hips.

His hand grasped just a little at the softness of Aether’s chest just before he sank down the rest of the way, and Aether sobbed as every inch of him was enveloped in that tight, burning heat.

"You see?” Dew gasped as he rolled his hips minutely down, a sensuous grind that Aether knew he would never forget as long as he lived. “You see how good it is to let go of all that shame and just fuckin’ feel?"

Words were so far beyond Aether’s capabilities, it would have humiliated him if he’d been capable of processing the fact. All he could do was moan helplessly and grasp at Dew’s hips like a drowning man to a raft. Fortunately, Dew didn’t push him for a response - he was happy to roll his hips again, slow and languid, and let out a shameless moan as he reached up with his free hand to pinch his nipple again.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed about this,” he murmured, almost to himself, as his hips picked up a lazy rhythm that knocked the wind from Aether’s lungs. “So good, so fucking good, Aether, fuck…” He cracked his eyes open with a visible effort and looked down at Aether, and all at once his hips stilled with a suddenness that made Aether wheeze. “I - shit, is this okay?”

All Aether could force out was a choked Don’t fucking stop, and Dew chuckled guiltily as he picked up the slow rock of his hips again. Aether felt his whole body melt into the mattress a little in relief. “Please don’t fucking stop, this is… oh God, Dew, fuck…”

Dew made a quiet little noise of amusement as he scooped up Aether’s hand and pressed it to his own chest, holding it there until the message finally reached his hazy brain and his fingers began to pinch hesitantly at the nipple between them. “Don’t worry, I’m not stopping until both of us are done,” he promised. Aether shivered at the tone of his voice, like black silk wrapped around a red-hot blade. “Is it good?”

Aether forced out a wounded groan and cautiously rolled his hips up into Dew. However inexperienced he was, he understood the pleased little hiss and the toss of Dew’s head the movement earned him. “Better than I ever hoped,” he breathed, and Dew smirked proudly. “How is… oh fuck, how is it so much better now?”

With a delighted giggle, Dew braced his hands on Aether’s chest and gave a very purposeful roll of his hips as he leaned down to brush his lips against Aether’s ear. “Because I know what I’m doing.”

And then his hands slipped apart on Aether’s chest and Dew went tumbling forward with a startled yelp and Aether only just twisted his head to the side in time to avoid their skulls cracking against each other like stones in the tide.

For a moment, everything was painfully, deathly still.

And then, in the exact same moment, they both burst into the most embarrassed, gleeful giggles Aether had ever heard from himself or anyone else.

His arms wrapped instinctively around Dew’s shoulders, cradling the back of his head even as their bodies shook with laughter against each other, and Dew burrowed his face into the pillow at the side of his head, his giggles becoming more and more muffled by the fabric. “Are you… fuck, are you okay?”

“‘M fine,” Dew groaned between gasps of laughter. He planted his hands firmly in the blankets and pushed himself up, and even through their embarrassment, Aether was struck by just how beautiful his sharp, flushed face was. “You good? I didn’t twist your dick or anything?”

Aether chuckled and gave an experimental roll of his hips, and Dew’s laughter broke off into a sharp gasp for just a moment. “Dick’s fine, I think.”

“Mmn, good.” Dew sighed out the last of his giggles as he straightened up and settled back into position, Aether’s hands a little tighter on his hips to steady him as he carefully began to rock them again. Now that the tension was broken, somehow the pleasure was a little easier to bear, Aether found. It didn’t feel like he was drowning in it anymore - now, he was floating in it, hand in hand with Dew as the tide rose slowly around them. “Fuck, that was humiliating.”

“Yeah, what were you saying about knowing what you’re doing?” Aether grinned. Dew clicked his tongue derisively.

“Fuck off.”

“I’d rather fuck you.”

Dew’s eyes flashed dangerously with his sudden, feral grin. “Alright.”

All at once, the steady roll of his hips stopped dead, dragging a pitiful little wheeze from Aether which he ignored entirely. “Wha-”

“Fuck me, then, if you’re so cocky,” Dew challenged, and slowly, purposefully, he rose up on his knees until he was hovering above Aether with only the head of him still inside. He giggled again at the look of absolute dumbfounded confusion on Aether’s face, and bucked his hips just a little, biting his lip at the way the cock still half-buried inside him dragged along his walls. “Come on, priest…” He rocked on his knees a little, wiggling his hips tauntingly and smirking as Aether wheezed at the sensation. “You’ve got a demon on your cock, now make the most of it and fuck me.”

Dew had barely finished speaking when Aether’s hips bucked up into him, hard, breaking his words off into a choked moan as the air was knocked out of him with the force of the thrust. Aether stared up at him, almost in shock at himself, but Dew just huffed out a breathless laugh of satisfaction and steadied himself with one hand on Aether’s chest.

“That’s it,” he purred. “Keep going.”

He moaned long and low as Aether picked up a slow, cautious rhythm, adjusting his position minutely in between inexpert rolls of hips against hips until, at last, they both gave matching groans of pleasure as he finally found the right angle. Aether felt his teeth dig harshly into his lip to stave off the quickly-building pleasure. “Oh, God…”

“Yeah, tell Him how it feels to turn your back on Him,” Dew panted through a victorious smirk, and Aether couldn’t help but laugh, a wild, unashamed sound fractured between his shaky moans.

“God, Dew, you feel so good…” He tried to swallow and failed entirely, only succeeding in making a choked little click in his throat that had Dew grinning until his fangs flashed in the lamplight. “Am I… I mean, is it -”

“It’s good,” Dew moaned, and he looked so blissful with his head thrown back in pleasure, lips bitten dark and parted with his ragged breath, that he couldn’t even begin to doubt him. “So good, fuck, you’re… shit, you’re so deep inside me, I -”

Dew twitched his hips the most minute amount, and Aether felt his cock shift ever so slightly inside him just before Dew’s body suddenly snapped as taut as a guitar string and he all but screamed out that same sharp, startled sound from before.

“Dew, are you -”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare stop,” Dew hissed. All the languid sensuousness in his bearing was gone, replaced with desperation as he ground their hips together harshly. His moans were different now, somewhere between a growl and a whimper, and Aether couldn’t do anything except stare and let his hips move of their own accord, carrying him along on their quest for his pleasure and Dew’s. “Fuck, Aether, don’t fuckin’ stop, please, fuck me, just like that -”

Aether bit back his instinct to ask if Dew was okay and forced himself to trust the moans, the frantic speed of his hips, the beads of sweat glittering at his hairline. And God above, the fluttering of that oppressively tight heat around his cock - that was enough to drive him mad. “Do you -”

“Touch me.”

Aether didn’t wait for more. He forced one hand to release its grip on Dew’s hip and wrapped it around his cock instead, and Dew keened at the touch like he’d been stabbed.

“Oh fuck, Father Below, yes…” He tried to buck his hips into Aether’s fist as it began to move over him, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated in his pleasure, and Aether couldn’t do anything except watch him, wide-eyed and enthralled at the beauty before him. Dew let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh and met Aether’s eyes, a moment of crystal clarity in the heart of the storm of his pleasure. “I’m gonna fuckin’ cum.”

Aether swallowed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Another laugh, almost hysterical now as Dew ground his hips down, fucking himself on Aether’s cock like the roll of their bodies was keeping him alive. “You’re gonna make me cum, fuck, I’m gonna -”

Powered by an instinct he couldn’t place if he tried, Aether let go of Dew’s hip and laid his hand flat on that narrow, heaving chest, Dew’s own spindly fingers covering it in an instant as their eyes met and filled Aether’s soul with fire. “Cum for me, Dew.”

Dew’s eyes went wide, and his whole body stuttered to a halt as his mouth opened in a silent scream. He let out a low, broken whine, his body tensed like his bones had turned to stone, and then his cock was twitching in Aether’s hand, his muscles fluttering wildly around him as spurts of blood-hot wetness streaked over Aether’s stomach.

Part of him mourned the fact that he hadn’t seen it happen. But he knew that nothing could have compared to the look of sheer, blissful shock on Dew’s face.

Nothing would ever compare to that.

His hips began to slow almost at once, and Dew all but snarled at him.

“I said don’t you fuckin’ dare stop,” he hissed. He blinked up at him, lost and confused as if he was the one who had just cum.

“But you -”

Before Aether could say another word, Dew had rolled them over without ever letting Aether’s cock leave his body. He looped his arms around Aether’s neck and his legs around his waist, and rolled his hips up into him even as Aether felt his body start to shiver. “Keep going.” He leaned up to steal a messy, uncoordinated kiss, and Aether simply let himself be carried along by it. “I said I’m not stopping until both of us are done, and I mean it. If I don’t feel you cum inside me, I’m gonna explode.”

The words spurred Aether’s body on before his mind could catch up, fucking into Dew’s oversensitive body with a single-minded purpose. He groaned sharply against the ghoul’s lips, and as their tongues grazed against each other again and he felt the pair of points in Dew’s mouth wrap around his own, he felt the knot inside his stomach tighten so quickly he nearly choked on it. “Dew, I -”

Dew groaned out a vaguely affirmative sound into his mouth, jerky and broken by the force of Aether’s thrusts. “Cum, Aeth,” he gasped against his lips. “Show Him who you’ve always been and cum.”

When he’d cum down Dew’s throat, it felt like he left his body. Now, it felt like he left this world for a few moments. Nothing existed, nothing mattered, nothing in the world had ever mattered except the white-hot burn of Dew wrapped around his cock and the supernova of ecstasy that swallowed him whole and spat him back out again, a whole new man.

When he floated back into himself, there was a soft pressure at his back, a comfortable warmth pressed into his side that vibrated softly against him, and it took him a long, long time to realize that he was on his back, in his bed, with a purring demon curled up against him. The demon he’d just fucked so hard, he could still feel his soul reverberating with it.

Dew’s voice floated into his ears, indistinct at first, but soon solidifying into gentle words of praise and affection. He heard good, amazing, proud, and in that moment, nothing had ever mattered more.

When he could finally turn his head towards Dew, he felt the sharp ridge of a nose pressed against his cheek, and tried to chuckle weakly at the sensation. He felt a puff of breath across his neck as Dew echoed it, soft as a feather. “How do you feel?”

He groaned and tried to lift the arm that wasn’t wrapped around Dew’s shoulder. He managed a couple of inches before it flopped back to the bed again.

Dew made a soft noise of understanding. “Anything hurt?”

This time, he managed to make a mostly coherent noise that he hoped Dew understood as a no.

“Good.” Dew’s weight shifted against him and a moment later he felt the soft warmth of blankets settle over his body.

He didn’t remember the last time anyone had pulled a blanket over him.

He forced his eyes open and tilted his head until he could meet Dew’s gaze. The ghoul looked as worn out as he felt, but there was a steadiness to the fire of his eyes that he somehow knew instinctively was a good sign.

Dew smiled shyly for a moment.

He opened his mouth to speak, but a warm pressure settled over his lips before he could get a sound out. “Don’t,” Dew murmured. He nodded obediently behind Dew’s fingertips. “We should get some sleep.”

A long moment stretched between them, sated and tired, before Aether leaned in and pressed a clumsy kiss to Dew’s lips.

His eyes were already closing as he pulled away and laid his head in his pillow.

He heard Dew whisper something, just at the moment he drifted off.

#*muffled screaming*#*muffled sobbing*#feels like it’s my bday too #the way i INHALED THIS MAL WE’RE NOT WORTHYYYY #oh this AU is the gift that keeps on giving #HNNNGGHHURGGHHHHG #dew’s filthy fuckin mouth 🫠🫠#delicious blasphemy #the laughing 🥹#fic rec!!#aether x dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #nameless ghouls fic #spicy tag

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