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emeritus-fuckers · 2 days
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Hellow~ 👉👈 I’ve been writing a few songs lately and i wanted to ask for sodo x Reader who writes songs in secret and he discovers their notebook and realize some of them are about him
Only if you have time and want to do it of course 😘
(Skasjaksj i Luv you so much your blog bring us so much comfort thank you for all your hard work)
~🏹
Sodo finding out his s/o writes songs
He/him pronouns used for Sodo. Gender-neutral reader.
You and Sodomizer never really kept any secrets from each other. You never meant to, at least.
In your defense, it was never meant to be a secret. You just never got around to telling him, with all the tours and such.
Which lead to you being very surprised when you saw him, sitting with his back against the wall on your bed, hair in a loose braid (courtesy of either Rain or Cumulus, no doubt) thrown over his left shoulder and his eyes fixed on a small notebook that you knew all too well.
Not many people knew of this, but Sodo liked arts and crafts. It was one of the things he did as self-therapy. Helped keep him calm and happy. So when you got a notebook with a hard back, he was very happy to decorate it. It was a bit more worn out by now, since you'd use it often, but it was undeniably the same notebook.
The notebook you wrote songs in.
It was just a little hobby you picked up while he was gone. You meant to tell him eventually, just never got the chance to. And so, apparently mister 'Mizer decided to help himself to the notebook you left on the bed.
"Sodo?"
He jumped a little, but visibly relaxed again when it turned out to be you. You held back a relieved sigh, happy that you didn't stress him out enough to trigger his selective mutism. It usually only triggered when he was on stage. He loved performing, even if the stress that came with it forced his mind to shut down his ability to speak. Fortunately, one of the Siblings was kind enough to teach him ASL, so he could still communicate. Even if he mostly used it to call people slurs behind their backs.
"Hey, uh... it was left open on the bed."
"Fair enough..." You chuckled awkwardly. "So... what do you think?"
You sat down next to him, leaning against his shoulder gently. He seemed completely relaxed right now. You loved when he was calm, it was always so... soothing.
You loved seeing him calm. His BPD would often steal those precious moments from you, but you were always ready to help him whenever he would need it. Even if many viewed him as just a demon with anger issues, you knew better. Those close to him knew better. But not many of them were actually allowed in fully. Not everyone was allowed to see him at moments of tranquility. Beautiful, peaceful moments where you could see his face completely relaxed. And it was your absolutely favorite view.
He didn't answer your question, instead putting the notebook down and furrowing his brows a little. You moved back, confused about his actions, but it all made sense a few seconds later when he moved his hands like he was holding his guitar and experimenting with playing it in his imagination. It made you giggle a bit.
If he was already making up riffs like he would with Copia, staying up in the middle of the night to make songs... he must've really liked your lyrics.
It almost made you wonder if he realized just how many were about him...
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Written by Nosferatu.
Taglist: @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @callmeicaro @thecuriouss @nuntia @dio-niisio @ethereal-maniac @mamacarlyle @mybotanicaldemise @igodownjustlikeholymary @natoncesaid @bloodmoon-bites
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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 4 months
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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 14. cum bulge
.。❅*⋆⍋*∞*。 “stuffed like a present”
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ mountain wants to give you something that’ll leave you completely filled
pairing: mountain ghoul x afab!reader
a/n: this one is so ass forgive me 💀 sorry if it seems repetitive compared to my other prompts
cw: nsfw content. cum bulge. overstimulation. multiple rounds. knotting (?). bondage with vines.
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“yeah… you see that? that was all me. you look so good with my cum stuffing your insides.” —❤︎
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“mmh fuck… oh you like that… hm?”
“a-ahh… this is like the fourth time in a row you’ve made me cum.”
“good.”
before you could reply, a sudden hip thrust into your core was enough to make you whine and clamp your mouth shut. your eyes were filled with stars, glittering with pure lust as you looked up at a certain earth ghoul, who was responsible for making you feel this good.
mountain grinned, and slammed his cock into your cervix again, to which in response you let out a loud whimper, eyes fluttering shut in the process. currently, you found yourself tangled up in the drummer’s sheets. his ghoul powers were active, summoning long, thin vines to keep you locked in place while he went to town on you, restraining your ankles and wrists. mountain was feeling rather… generous today. this year, he wanted to give you an extra special present this year, one that you will remember forever.
so of course, that idea of an extra special present involved strapping you down to his bed, and cumming inside of your tight cunt over and over again, each load of cum painting your insides white and gradually making you more stuffed with his seed.
you just writhed against his grip, body instinctively twitching from the amount of hard orgasms you just had, leaving you sweaty and out of breath. you felt the wind get knocked out of your lungs briefly when mountain slowly started thrusting again, forcing you to take another one of his loads.
“m-mountain… fuck— how much stamina do you have..? i don’t know if i can last another round.” you rasped out, and mountain only winked at your fucked out expression.
“i can go all night long if i want to, babe.” he grunted, thrusts gradually growing more forceful, rocking the bed with the strength of his hip movements. “but i’m nice… so i’ll make this our last one.”
your eyes visibly relaxed when you heard this, as you were sure that if you went for a few more rounds, you’d black out.
“oh thank satan— a-aahhh!!”
your quick celebration was then interrupted by a sudden, forceful thrust which turned into a series of rough thrusts, caused the headboard of the bed to slam into the wall while mountain fucked you with no mercy. your eyes widened with shock, and your choked up voice quickly melted into pleasured, overstimulated moans.
“s-shit! ahh! mountain!” you cried out, trying to grip the sheets to maintain some sort of balance, but mountain was relentless.
“since this is our last round for the night…” mountain grunted out, fangs bearing as he thrusted harder and harder, his cock sliding in and out of your thigh pussy with ease.
“i’ll end it all off with a bang.”
his thrusts only got more rough and forceful, each time his cock hit a certain spot inside of you that had you squealing over and over. you could feel the cum from the previous orgasms get pushed all the way back inside of you.
you couldn’t stop making such pleasured noises, and mountain was enjoying every last second of it.
“fuccck. you feel it? you feel my cum pushing inside of your tight womb?” mountain groaned, his large hands moving to press against your stomach.
your eyes fluttered open, and widened when met with the sight in front of you. your tummy had a bulge on it, and mountain pressing his palm against the little bump on your stomach only had you squirming and seeing stars.
“yeah… you see that? that was all me. you look so good with my cum stuffing your insides.” mountain praised, driving his cock deeper inside of you to feel every last inch of your tightness clamping around his cock.
“a-ahhh!”
“hmmm.. seems like you like it as much as i do.”
you could only nod your head mindlessly and let out more pleasured, high pitched noises as you neared your climax, feeling mountain’s cock throbbing inside you intensely, also signaling his upcoming release.
mountain groaned and moved his head down to bite your neck, whispering into your skin.
“ohhh yeaahh. fuck i’m so close. m’gonna make you catch onto my knot and take my seed like a good toy.” mountain whispered lewdly, which only made you tighten around his shaft.
your hands writhed against the vines restraining you, and you cried out: “fuck! i’m gonna cum too!”
mountain moaned in response. “then cum with me, darling.”
like it was on command, your body shook wildly as you came hard all over mountain’s cock. the earth ghoul also moaned loudly as he released thick ropes of cum deep within you.
both of you panted heavily, and mountain slowly pulled out, smirking when he heard you whine from the emptiness. he looked down, and saw his and your cum dribble out of your tight hole.
“fuck. that’s so hot.” he cursed, and you panted heavily in response.
you were completely spent, having gone multiple rounds with this ghoul. you thought it would never end, but alas.
mountain chuckled at your fucked out expression, and caressed your cheek with his hand. he moved it up to your forehead, and moved your hair out of the way to get a better look at you.
he pressed a kiss to your forehead, before speaking.
“good little plaything.”
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mirage-aera · 3 months
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HI! I’m new to requesting so I’m sorry if this sounds weird
Could you do sodo with an s/o who’s all cutesy and soft? Like they look like complete opposites yet they’re inseparable and everyone around them is so confused on how this even happened lmfao
Pure fluff though!
Thanks!<3
Anon I realise I am so so late with your request I’m sorry about that, I truly am. If you’re still waiting for it then sorry for the wait but here it is, happy (early) new year folks!
•°. *࿐ Opposites attract
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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Cheri Cheri Lady - Modern Talking
Sodo x fem!ghoulette!Reader
Synopsis: The fellow ghouls and ghoulettes have come to realise why you and Sodo fit so well together even though you’re opposites.
Word count: 992
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Whenever fellow ghouls and ghoulettes see the two of you together, a certain question pops up in their minds. How the actual fuck are you two a couple? Sodo… is well Sodo. Grumpy, sometimes a bit mean, doesn’t give a flying fuck, and on top of that has a short temper. And then you have you, a gentle soul, always smiling, and willing to set aside your own needs to tend to others’ needs. There have been multiple occasions where they have approached you to ask how you even ended up with Sodo and tolerated his fiery personality. You would always wave them off and laugh, telling them it’s a story for another time.
Currently Swiss is pissing off Sodo. He’s already curing a headache and Swiss’ teasing is not helping. “Come on man! Tell us already! It’s been at least a year since you’ve hooked up-” Sodo glares at him and interrupts him, “not hooking up. We are dating, there’s a difference.” Swiss laughs, “fine. It’s been at least a year since you started dating and we still don’t know how that happened. Can’t you tell us by now?” Sodo can feel his patience, which is already quite small, slipping. He closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Swiss I swear on Satan, drop it. I’m not in the mood for your questions.” Rain chuckles, “he does have a point Sodo. It has been a year and you still haven’t told us.” Sodo sighs, done with this conversation. “If you’re so curious why don’t you ask (Y/n)? I’m sure she would love to tell you.” He says curtly. This time Phantom cuts in, “we have tried! She won’t tell us either! Saying it’ll be a story for a later time.” Sodo groans, wishing they’d just drop it. “Guys really. Shut up. I’ll tell you next time.” Mountain raises an eyebrow, “and when is next time?” Sodo feels every fiber in his being snap. He stands up abruptly and waves his arms around angrily, “JUST SHUT UP!” He laughs a bit maniacally, “I’m going to kill the next fucking person I see. I swear to Satan!” The room turns silent after his outburst. They stare at him with wide eyes. They didn’t think he’d snap like this at them, yet again it’s Sodo. He has a lot of anger in him. He opens his mouth to insult them some more when suddenly an all-familiar voice rings throughout the room.
“Hi!! Hello Sodo! I’m so happy to see you! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” His whole body freezes at your voice. You do sound very happy to see him. The whole room bursts into laughter as you look on with confusion and Sodo looking very sheepish. He whips around and gives you an awkward smile. “Hey! Hey, oh my Satan! Oh my Satan… what’s going on? Did you need something?” You grin at him, “yeah! I knitted you a sweater. I wanted you to try it on! See if it fits and if you like it!” He sighs but continues smiling, finding your antics cute. “Okay, come here then.” You skip happily over to him and hand it to him. You hand it over enthusiastically and he pulls it over his head. You give him a good one over, slightly checking him out in the meantime. You smile happily, “it’s perfect! Don’t you think so?” He chuckles, “yes it’s perfect, my ember.” Suddenly an impulsive thought runs through your mind.
“Wow!! I’m so happy to see you, Sodo!” Before he can retort and say something endearing in return he sees you reaching your hands out to his face and squishing his cheeks. “Wababababa babaab- ahhh~” You let out silly sounds with a smile reaching your eyes. The whole room has their jaw dropped to the floor. If any of them tried to do that to Sodo they would be met with a solid punch to the gut. But here they are, watching Sodo smile happily back at you while you’re squishing his cheeks, both of your tails swishing around happily. Eventually, you stop your activity and return your hands to your side. You notice the other ghouls staring at you two with a dumbfounded look. Swiss is the first to speak up, “okay. Now we really need to know. How the fuck did this,” he motions to you both, “happen.” You laugh, “I did this,” you say while making squishing gestures with your hands, “when he was upset. Then we found out we’re mates, now we’re inseparable. Where he goes I follow and vice versa.” Their jaws drop again. Sodo smirks and shakes his head. You have the fireball wrapped around your finger. “I don’t mind it.” He says, mainly directed to you.
Phantom walks up to Sodo with a smirk, hands outreached. He notices and glares at him, “try it and I’ll punt you back to hell.” Phantom freezes as his tail drops. He puts his hands up, “fine fine! Clearly, you only don't mind when she’s the one doing it.” Sodo rolls his eyes, “obviously.” You burst out in laughter at his defensiveness. He turns to look at you and can’t help but break out in a smile. Yeah, he really is wrapped around your finger. He can’t help but smile when you are happy. The happy signals you bring over the bond will forever keep him happy. It lets him know that you’re okay and it brings him relief. Once your laughter dies down you look at them all, “now you know how this happened between us. So please stop bugging Sodo about it, for your own good.” You chuckle. He groans at your words but knows it’s true. Every time they brought it up it annoyed him to no end. Just because you're polar opposites, it doesn’t mean it can’t happen. If there’s a spark, the bond will find its way eventually.
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ghulehcirice · 4 months
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Lavender Fog [Phantom X Reader]
[A/N; am I posting a self indulgent fic for all my other phantom simps out there? Yes, yes I am. HE DOESNT GET ENOUGH LOVE:( also I see the ghouls as demonic pack creatures, AND NOT THE PEOPLE BEHIND THE MASK. Also this is really short but if if people like this I’ll write more]
Edit; please note that I published this when I was sleep deprived so there was no Beta Reading
Warnings; none really, Possessive?Phantom, this was supposed to be puppy!phantom but oh well!
Word count; 479 Words
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Being a sibling of sin often had you busy, but you still had time for indulging. You had managed to befriend the nameless ghouls. The demonic summons brought up from the pit to aid papa with The Ghost Project, one of these Ghouls, Aether was retiring to stay back with some of the surface born ghoul kits and another, Sunshine was going to stay back with him, atleast for now.
This called for new summons. You were lucky enough to be close to the ghouls so they asked you to come and help them get used to humans. As of now you were sat outside an empty room in the section of the Abbey reserved for the ghouls. Waiting for the go ahead from Papa and Sister Imperator to come in, you had so far been told about the new rhythm guitar ghoul, who had allegedly been referring to himself as Phantom. You had been told by the other that newly summoned ghouls can tend to be alittle rough, something akinned to a puppy learning how to play. They just warned you to not appear like a threat.
Eventually the other ghouls go to meet him in groups of twos, you were being introduced last so he could accumulate to the idea gently. At last your brought in by Aether and you see Phantom sat in the middle of a nest, watching the door with caution. You make eye contact and all of a sudden it feels like your brain stops, you meet his lavender eyes, contrasting against his splattered black and white skin, you felt surrounded by a mist of lavender matching that of his eyes. Finally your trance is broken by phantom standing from the nest and stomping over to you, you attempt to step back, praying to Satanas you had done nothing wrong, but instead you are taken up into his arms , and being brought into the nest before he curls his spaded tail around you waist and enveloping you in his chest
You tried to look to the other ghouls for help only to find them seemingly snickering at your situation, gently trying to manuver out of his arms your pulled back in, quickly finding yourself being kissed by Phantom, Aether and Mountain come over to attempt to help you, shouting about how it’s not appropriate on the surface only for them to be growled at the ghoul who held you close, quickly collapsing into the soft embrace of the nest whilst still atop you.
“H-Hey guys can anyone tell me what’s going on?!” You should out from your rather warm, seemingly purring(?), prison. You can’t help but hear Sodo and Swiss laughing their asses off, before the ever motherly Cirrus speaks out
“I think you and phantom appear to have a kind of bond, my dear. It’s not.. common to happen like this..”
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of-dragonss · 1 year
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a oneshot w sodo x fem!reader where the reader was injured and he becomes so protective and soft for the reader :))
i love this trope sm. also fun fact: i got hit in the face with the end of a mic stand in high school pretty hard my sophomore year on the day of the first show during practice bc the lead decided it’d be fun to twirl around with it while tech crew was putting up props. i was kneeling down and i got fucking ko’d and got a concussion 😎 that was my first ever nose bleed. fun times. so this is loosely based on that (dude who hit me apologized and was genuinely upset about it so it was all good.)
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— sodo/dewdrop ghoul x reader
summary: you get wacked in the face on accident and Dewdrop gets a little too overprotective
Bloody noses and gentle kisses
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Being a stage technician for Ghost has a lot of perks in your opinion. You loved the time away from the Abbey. And you loved spending time with the ghouls. Mostly with your boyfriend of almost a year, Sodo.
The two of you have been going steady for a while now. Having known each other for almost three years. You two became fast friends when you joined the Abbey. 9 months ago he asked you on a date after two years of friendship and of course you said yes. It was obvious to everyone that the two of you had a thing for each other.
And now here you were, helping set up the stage for practice before tonight’s ritual. Copia had the Ghouls help as well to make things easier for stage techs. And you were grateful for their extra muscle. Things got put in place faster when Aether carried the heavier props and equipment.
You were taking a small three minute breather after running around making sure all the stage lighting was plugged in and functional. Sodo was sat down to the right of you, tuning his guitar. Enjoying the peaceful moment together next to each other before you went back to your duties.
You patted Sodos knee before moving to stand up again. But as you got into a kneeling position a hard object came in contact right smack in your face.
A yelp escaped you as your hands flew to cover your nose, eyes stinging with tears, already feeling how hot your face was from the impact of the hit. You closed your eyes shut as you doubled over in pain, feeling a warm liquid gush out of your nose and onto your hands that were still clasped over it.
“Shit, I’m so sorry!” A clatter was heard as the person who accidentally hit you dropped the stand to rush over to check the damage they unintentionally caused. “I swear I didn’t see you! I’ll–.” The poor stage tech couldn’t finish their sentence as Sodo lunged at them, grabbing them by their shirt collar roughly.
“Sodo, let them go!” The sound of Aethers voice caught your attention. You opened your eyes to the sight in front of you. Sodos sharp teeth were bared and eyes full of anger. Rain also rushed over to help pry Sodo off the stage tech.
“It was an accident, Dew. Let them go.” Rain uttered, eyebrows furrowed as he pulled on Sodo’s right arm.
Cirrus and Sunshine rushed over to you, first aid kit in Sunshine’s hands as Cirrus gently removed your hands away from your face to help clean you up.
“It’s not broken but it’ll bruise.” Cirrus took the cloth from Sunshine’s hand and held it to your nose. “Keep this over your nose for a few minutes until the bleeding stops.” She instructed.
“How’s your head?” Sunshine piped up, head tilting to the side as she rubbed your back in a comforting gesture.
“I feel a headache coming.” You mumbled, voice nasally from the pressure you were putting on your nose.
You heard a thud where you knew the three ghouls and the tech stood. “Don’t go near them again.” Sodo spat, Aether and Rain leading him over to you as Cumulus appeared behind the three, eyes filled with confusion and worry,, going to check on the poor soul who was now on the ground rubbing his side where he was thrown on.
“Dewdrop.” You called out. “That was really unnecessary. They didn’t do it on purpose.” You scolded, the nasally sound of your voice failing to sound serious.
Sodo grabbed your upper arm and tugged you away from Cirrus and Sunshine who rolled their eyes at his actions, waving you goodbye as you disappeared back stage.
You blinked at Sodo who sat you on one of the crates that was now empty with equipment. “Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked gently wrapping his hands around your wrists where you still held the cloth to your nose.
“Not broken, I promise. But I feel a nasty headache coming.” You sighed, eyes downcast at the floor.
“Need to see if you have a concussion.” Sodo kissed your cheek, dropping his hands to your waist to bring you closer to him.
“I think the bleeding stopped.” You mumbled, removing the cloth from your nose. No more blood leaked from your nostrils. “That was my first ever nose bleed.” You giggled, looking at the cloth in your hands. “Satans ass, yeah my head hurts.”
“I’ll tell Copia I’m taking you back to the hotel.” Sodo sighed, gently resting his forehead against yours. “Do you need anything before we leave, love?” He questioned, kissing you on your cheek bones.
“Can we stay like this for a little? Until they call you back?” You asked quietly, closing your eyes.
“We can.” Sodo whispered, tugging you in closer to him, ignoring the blood that was now on his shirt.
“You have to apologize to them, you know.” You spoke, tapping his chest. “It was really an accident.”
Sodo groaned, burying his nose in your hair in a childish protest. “Fine. But if it happens again..” he trailed off.
“Dewdrop.” You warned, hitting him playfully.
“Empty threats. Promise.” He chuckled, pulling away slightly to kiss you on your lips properly. He managed to sneak in a lick at your upper lip as he pulled away.
“Dew! Ew! Gross, that blood came from my nose!” You pushed him away playfully, using a clean part of the cloth to clean the rest of the blood from your face.
“You taste so sweet though.” He teased, hands trailing down to your thighs.
“Ugh keep it in your pants today.” You groaned, but a smile pulled on your lips, unable to be mad at you boyfriend. He laughed, resting his forehead gently on yours once again, closing his eyes in content.
“Love you.”
“Love you too, doofus.” You giggled, cupping his face in your hands.
Being a stage technicians also had its cons. Sometimes accidents happen. And when they happen to you, Sodo is always there to make you feel better.
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spacesurfing · 1 year
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Can I request ghost reactions to you having a nightmare and you leave your bedroom to clear your thoughts please?
Wawawaw. Hi. I'm having a good time eating dry cereal so I'm gonna work on some requests. I don't have nightmares often, but when I do, I can never go back to bed so this will be fun! (All of these are established relationships, I don't know if you wanted that or not - my apologies!!)
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How The Ghouls React To You Having A Nightmare
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You woke up in a cold sweat, breath coming out if you heavy and hard. It was like you'd run a marathon, though you almost wished you were panting from exertion.
Instead it was from stress. A nightmare encased in darkness and indescribable to anyone. You couldn't tell if it was a feral beast or it was only a brush of wind. But no matter what it was, your heart shook from it.
Your shirt was soaked through, forcing you up. It wasn't like you'd be going back to sleep anyways. You took it off, clawing at it like it was infected with the plague. You found a tank top, opting to put that on. Who would care, Copia had heard of your nightmares, calling them messages from Satan. If they were anything, they were messages from the Lord of Paranoia.
Walking out of your room, your bare feet padded along the marble floor. Your pajama pants kept your legs warm, but the cold floor sent chills through your feet. It reminded you of the danger that the ministry reinforced for staying in after curfew. But you weren't scared of the ghouls.
Especially not when you held a soft spot for one of them.
~Dewdrop~
He had smelled your fear before you woke up, not being able to ignore the way you seemed to suffocate in panic. He slinked out of his room and the ghoul's wing, creeping around the ministry, looking for you from deep shadows in corners. And when he finally found you, he watched you take deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth.
Your eyes scanned decorations, looking for a distraction. But it wasn't hard for them to catch on one you certainly hadn't seen before. Glowing yellow eyes in the corner of a display case.
You felt it wash over you; his reassuring warmth. You sighed softly, holding out your hand, "Dewdrop."
He walked out of the darkness with short steps, and then he finally came into view, mask having been stripped from his face, dark purple hues under his eyes and his long, blonde hair flowing off his shoulders, tangled in few placed. He only had pjama pants on, but you knew by how worn out he was that it wasn't on purpose.
"You're scared," he said, soon standing in front of you. He only stared at you, tilting his head, "You have nothing to be afraid of here, I hope you know that."
You smiled up at him in a way that was meant to reassure him, but you could tell he didn't feel reassured at all.
"I just had a nightmare, I needed to take a walk to clear my head, alright?" you looked up at him with softened eyes, "Go back to sleep, you look so exhausted."
Dewdrop's hand moved to yours so fast you almost didn't believe it happened. The glow of his eyes had intensified in that moment, radiating light that gave his eyelashes shadows.
"Only- Only if you come to bed with me," he murmered, slipping his nimble fingers around your other wrist and pressing both of your hands to his chest.
The ghoul shivered at the contrast of your cold fingertips against his warm chest. Rain was right about it being a cold night. But as he expected you to say no to the words that were so bold from him, you just nodded.
You could definitely go for some snuggles.
~Aether~
He felt the presence of you as you walked past the ghoul's wing. What could you possibly be doing so late? Especially around here?
He threw the blankets off of himself fast, tugging a long sleeve on and rushing out of his door. It closed with a creak, but he didn't care about the noise echoing through the hall. Something had to be wrong and he was determined to figure out.
You barely even noticed where you were going though, still trying to shake off the feeling of your dream. The ministry was probably the single handedly most creepiest place you'd ever roamed at night, but it was the most relaxing.
Well, until you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist, and a second closing around your mouth. Most likely to muffle your screaming, which it did. You were pulled back into a strong chest and you wanted to cry for a moment before you looked up.
And staring down at you was his soft yellow eyes. "Aether..." you said, still muffled. He let it down and slinked his second arm around your waist with the other. "You scared the living hell out of me."
"You scared me worse," he spoke, kissing along your jawline, "You shouldn't be walking alone this late. I'm so glad it was me that scared you instead of someone else..."
You knew the other ghouls would never hurt you - Aether would eat them alive for it. But he never stopped worrying about your safety.
"I just had a nightmare, I.. I couldn't fall back asleep."
Aether hummed, hands caressing your waist in a way that was only loving. His nose was brushing your cheek softly as his lips pressed softly to the skin on your jaw. His tailed ran up and down your calf, tickling your skin and making you smile.
You knew what he was doing, all his touches. They distracted you, made your mind fuzzy with love. And that's how he wanted it to be. Hazey and broken away from your nightmare.
You sighed softly, letting yourself relax into him.
~Rain~
You had decided to sit by the window seat, watching the fog drift across the grassy patch of land that bled into the forest. It was calming to you, but you couldn't shake the images of whatever that thing was staring you down.
You knew your heart was still thrumming, and you knew that it was about time you should go back to your room, stay safe from the dangers of the night. But you didn't want to. You didn't wanna lie awake for hours, occasionally babbling to yourself about being strong just to pull your covers higher at the sound of a branch hitting the wall.
Cowering in fear was extremely boring, but looking out a window was soothing, whether it was boring or not.
"Love?" a soft voice called out from behind you. You jumped in your skin, turning and placing one foot down on the cold marble.
But when Rain stepped out into the soft moonlight, opening his eyes, you downcast your own.
"You had a nightmare again?" He asked, standing near you, close enough to where his socks were in your line of sight. A gust of wind rattled the windowpane behind you, the chill hitting the back of your neck.
You looked up slowly, once glancing at his slender hands before looking up to see him, his droopy hair and curved horns presented to you. You gave him a faked smile, "No, just felt restless."
Rain furrowed his eyebrows, stepping up to you and curling his hand under your chin, forcing you to keep looking up at him.
"Please don't lie to me," he whispered, pressing his forehead down to yours, "I told you that you were welcome in my bed to help with your night terrors."
"I just.. I don't wanna keep waking you up like last time-"
"I don't care about last time, please," Rain whispered, pressing his lips to yours, "Please just stay with me from now on."
You captured his lips in a kiss again, reaching up pressing your hand to the back of his neck, you brought him closer to you. It was sweet and consuming, soft lip to lip contact as if you'd break him if you kissed too hard. Leaving the kiss for a moment, you murmured, "Fine, but I don't wanna leave this moment yet."
And you pressed yourself right back into him.
~Swiss~
Swiss was rushing through his door before you even had woken up, feeling the panic of your own nightmare rush through him. By the time he skided to a halt by your door though, he didn't feel you inside, he smelled the fresh scent of where you once were.
And there he began to follow your trail, leading up to one of the practice rooms. He'd watched you sneak in there multiple times after you two started seeing each other, sitting in the back row and keeping your eyes on Swiss the whole practice. None of the other ghouls said anything to Papa, they wouldn't take that away from the multi-ghoul. But it must've become a comfort spot.
And it had. You curled up in the same seat you always did, but you brought your knees to your chest, pressing yourself together and you swallowed hard. The darkness was eating at you - maybe a walk wasn't a good idea. But you needed to get out of that bed, out of your room.
As you finally relaxed, chewing on the skin of your bottom lip, the darkness settled in once more and you felt the distinct chill of someone watching you.
Turning your head slowly, you'd begun to hope you saw nothing. You weren't in the mood; you were terrified and missed your big ghoul more than the world. But you felt the chill decrease and the eyes on you started to feel more comforting. Home settled in, a feeling you only felt with him.
You saw it, his eyes in the dark, wide and waiting for the lock of yours.
"Sw.. Swiss?" you called through the dark room.
There was shuffling within the minute, nearing you with quick strides. Swiss' figure became more prominent as he neared you, sitting down next to your balled form with a calming aura.
He seemed like he knew something was off - his cheerful demeanor was gone, like it never existed. And when he placed a hand on your knee, your heart broke. You just really wanted to feel safe, and in your bedroom, you hadn't. But Swiss was safe.
"Let it out, baby girl, tell me what's wrong," his gruff voice soothed you and his calloused fingers drifted across your pjama pants, index finger rubbing circled on your knee.
And you did as he said. You let it out.
~Mountain~
Primo's garden was a place that you had always gone to cool off. Sure it was chilly that night, gusts of winds blowing against you roughly, but the plants were gorgeous. Especially the flowers, which were maybe the prettiest ones you'd ever seen; all different colors and all different shapes. And they were vibrant, almost like they wanted to glow but couldn't. And compared to the feeling of the dark ministry, you felt completely and utterly safe here.
And you would've stayed in this garden, looking at all of Primo's plants and flowers, if you hadn't felt a light prick on your face. Not a hurting prick, but that's the only way you could've ever described it.
Then another. And faster than you'd ever felt the weather pick up, you felt a dozen more on your arms.
Raining. It was raining, and you were stuck out in it. What a great idea this was, Y/n.
You quickly hurried through the garden, twists and turns, all prolonging your time in the rain. Vines curled through tresses, through the lenses of fear, they were trying to reach you and hold you there in the cold rain. You felt your hair flatten to your head, clothes sticking to your skin like wet paper. Only you could get stuck in downpour at midnight.
"Fuck fuck fuck!" you groaned out, almost slipping on a wet stone before you hopped up onto the stairs leading to a door to the ministry. You shook your head in annoyance, looking at how happy the plants were out there. In that moment, you wished you felt like them, so excited to feel the rain pour against them. But now you were soaked and freezing.
You stepped inside tracking in water from.. well, everything - your clothes, your hair, your feet. Everything worked together to possibly get you in trouble.
What freaked out the most though was the rushing of feet, before the sound stopped and two glowing eyes looked at you. "You are soaked."
You definitely knew that voice, and you instantly started walking towards it with the world largest frown on your face. You wished Mountain hadn't found you like this, and you sorta wished you had just stayed in your room and attempted to count sheep. Cause now he wouldn't get sleep as long as you didn't.
His sharp features came into view, lips also curled downwards in a saddened look, eyebrows knit together, curtain bangs messily falling down the sides of his face.
"Flower, what were you doing out there? It's so late," he whispered, holding your waist and pressing his lips to your forehead.
Mountain's hand smoothed out your wet hair, shaking his fingers and flinging water everywhere. "Ju-Just not t-tired," you said, not realizing you were chattering till you had finished speaking.
Mountain made a clicking noise with this tongue, and the next moment felt like a blur as he spontaneously picked you off your feet and into his arms.
His chest was bare and his skin was hot, so hot. It felt like he was defrosting you in his arms. You snuggled closer against him, almost trying to get under his skin so you could feel his warmth.
Your ghoul walked confidently through the halls, long strides towards his room. You could tell by the way the wall decorations ended and blended into darker stone, wooden doors only stained a darker tone that you were being taken to his room. You could never complain though - it always smelt nice.
He turned to open a door, setting you down once you were inside. It made you feel even worse dripping onto his floors than the marble, but he didn't seem to give a care in the world as he hurriedly rummaged through his closet, snagging something off a hangar and snatching something off a shelf.
Carelessly throwing the clothes onto his bed, the large ghoul's hands got to work. You would've offered to change yourself, as it was your own body, but Mountain eagerly took the job to strip you of your wet clothes, leaving them in a small, soaked pile near the door.
As he dressed you up like a doll, you looked at your lover intently. He was gorgeous, and he looked so cute when he was focused on something, even a little task like dressing his airhead girlfriend up after she went outside and got soaked.
"L- Lo- ove you, Mount- tain," you chittered, watching as he struggled to fit his too-large-pantleg over your feet. You managed to slip through, but the only thing that kept the pants on was a drawstring you decided to tie, the excess fabric basically pooling at your ankles.
He tugged his shirt over you, happy with the way his scent encased your body, "Oh I love you so much more flower."
Mountain kissed you on your nose, snatching you by your waist and dragging you into his bed. Slipping into a heavy blanket, your ghoul wrapped himself around you. And it was like your body melted.
His tail curved against your leg, arms tightly caging you against his chest, and his chest rumbled with a purr. And you felt it hit you, the exhaustion. You could go for this more often.
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fortheharbingers · 2 years
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characters: dewdrop/sodo, gn!reader
cw: blood ment, finger sucking, suggestive content – minors dni
a/n: the bloody guitar thing? he did it for the blood kink girlies he did it for me he is all my mind can think about right now have this short little thing<3 (also hi i still dk whether to call him dew or sodo LOL)
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you can hear the sound of a guitar long before you make your way to the familiar chambers, the front of the door you've grown a bit too accustomed to and the firey ghoul residing there.
when you knock on the door firmly, once, and open it right after without even waiting for a reply however, you do not expect for the sound to triple– much more passionate ...and aggressive, enough so that you can feel your ears, your head and hands hurting.
and in the midst of the chaos, stands tall and proud Dew, as always, either unaware or uncaring of your arrival.
the sudden shift of his playing morphing into a mini impromtu guitar solo and you think 'yep, definitely the latter.' whenever he has the opportunity, he makes sure to show off, especially to you at all times– maybe top it off even, with a hand sliding down or fingers moving in ways not a single soul could deem 'innocent'.
walking past him, making sure to brush against his side, reeling in the fact that his playing stirs, even if just for a second; you make yourself comfortable on his bed and enjoy the show.
in his element even off stage, he holds your attention on him and him only, hands trailing down his body, his arms, the way he bounces his legs in sync with the melody, how he sways and moves and lovely, lovely fingers working their magic–
red.
your eyes spot it once and that's all they can see now, reminding you why you've decided to pay the ghoul this early visit in the first place.
jumping from his bed and rushing all the way to him, you catch the ghoul off guard with how sudden your mood shifts.
okay, maybe you should've been a little more careful and not haste because grabbing his hands and pulling them down to yourself, all the while on your knees certainly do not make up for the best of sceneries.
and he makes sure to remind a tiny partion of your mind that, with a low chuckle and quick joke about how you're so eager to kneel before him tonight.
sending a stern look his way gets him to shut up quickly, and so does the worried look on your face maybe.
though the worry is appreciated, ('aw, you like me that much, sweet thing?'), he brushes off all your comments to follow– about how he should be resting his hands, take it easy, let them recover and so on and on... and oh dear satan, doesn't that hurt? sting? demon or not you've got to have some pain receptors, no? well, what about making a mess, huh? surely it should be tedious to clean all up all that blood–
"you can always help with that, you know."
and he brings your train of thought, more like train of rambling off apparently, to a stop abruptly.
"well? no?" he speaks up when you stay silent for too long, "and here i thought you'd always be here to help– from what you've told me countless times before, at least." he teases you.
you'd probably hit him on the bicep or nudge his belly and trail off to find a first aid kit of sorts in regular circumstances.
but being on your knees in front of one fiery ghoul, his hands in yours, the scent of blood so sharp, heavy and delicious and his equally bloodied guitar as well as the crotch hidden behind it now– the circumstances are far from what your usual requires.
your grip on his hands loosen but gets more preceise. he can feel your fingertips ever so slowly moving against his skin now, tracing the bleeding areas, the lines of his palms, every small curve and vein– have you hands always been this cold?
and if so, why do they seem to burn now?..
raising your eyes from his hands to hold his gaze, you look up, not even needing to bat your eyelashes, parting your lips oh so slightly, donning that innocent look... oh no, the sight of you on your knees, with some of his blood already smeared on your hands, making you smell like him, is more enough to send him off.
"you're right, my apologies." your soft words fill what little space left between the two, ah, the pleasantries, always the pleasantries with you when you know you've got him hooked.
"i am a person of my word, after all. please," your words clouding him, your fingers going up and down his hands all the way to his wrists leaving him wanting. "allow me to help you."
he settles for a nod when words seem to fail him– your scent mixing with his not helping the situation at all.
he has had you in positions more obscene than this, surely, so what is it with now that has his senses overdriven with you, you and only you?
slight movements abandoned, you stroke a hand over the back of his hands with a hum, seeming to inspect the current damage his hands have endured. "we should get these cleaned up first, no?" you inquire, no caring for his replies.
turning his hands up and down, letting your nails slightly graze against the skin, dew watches your every move intently. "i doubt you have anything lying around to help with that." you talk more to yourself than anything.
"guess we've got no choice but to–" before he can ask 'but to what?' you bring a hand you were holding to your face and suck on a finger, he watches as two phalanges get lost behind your lips.
if your breath hot and fawning over his skin wasn't enough, your lips closing around the digits and rolling a tongue over certainly does the job.
dragging the fingers out, you turn the hand a little again, a frown making its way to your face. "what is it, pretty thing?" he finds himself asking.
"it's not working as efficiently as I've hoped," you say with a pout, now holding the hand with both your hands and dragging a tongue over the knuckles, slowing your movements when you taste the blood, eyes closed and your face carrying an expression he knows to be of 'content'.
at the contact of skin and saliva, your tongue and his bruises, open wounds, dew barely holds back a hiss.
opening your eyes, you look up to him again, a faint smile forming on your now blood stained lips.
"i'm afraid this will take longer than i anticipated."
bringing his other hand to cup your cheek and letting it fall slowly, his index linger a tad longer, dew tilts his head to the side.
"it's a good thing the night is young."
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SWISS!!! ugh. i love him. this is honestly just something i chewed up and spat out in the early morning/late night hours. its okay tho cus i need to get my money up and not my funny up (wtv that means??? enjoy ghouls n ghoulettes ily.)
WARNINGS: smut under cut!!! porn w/o plot. slapping (woooah mama!!) dacryphilia if u squint. swiss is a ghoul so there is mentions of claws and a tail,,, i couldn’t help myself. STRICTLY MDNI ACCOUNTS DO NOT INTERACT! I AM A MINOR!! INSTANT BLOCK!!!
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swiss always knew he liked you. you always knew you liked swiss. so, naturally, it was love at first sight— or perhaps lust.
the ghouls, being naturally charming and hot, were very good at getting people in bed with them. now, you’ve had your rounds with both the ghouls and ghoulettes, but swiss was…different. he was unlike any of the other ghouls.
rain, mountain, aurora, and cumulus were all so gentle with you, being mindful of their ghoulishness and of your delicate human body. sodo, phantom, and occasionally cirrus, on the other hand, were rough when you wanted them to be.
you really couldn’t explain swiss. he was just swiss. an enigma. and he liked it that way.
swiss shoved your face into his velvet comforter as he fucked himself into you, hitting the spongey spot of your cunt so deliciously. one hand held your head down while the other kept your clit busy. you cried out in pure pleasure, and swiss laughed cockily at your reaction to his toying.
swiss brought his hand from your clit and smacked his hand against your ass, making you whine. immediately, he rubbed the already sore spot with fine hand, tracing intricate patterns along the redness with his claw.
as soon as swiss took his hand away, he brought the pads of his fingers right back to your bundle of nerves, causing you to shudder as he continued pumping in and out of you. a tear shed from both the rapture and stinging. swiss leaned into you, pushing himself impossibly deeper into you and licking a strip along your spine.
“fuck, fuck swiss!” you managed to moan past all of your huffing and whining. that seemed to rile swiss up even more. he gripped onto your hips as if you were going to disappear within a second.
“fuck yeah, babe. say my name, will you baby? can you say my name for me again?” swiss practically begged you. you smiled and opened your foggy eyes, knowing that you were getting to him.
“doing so good swiss. doing so, so good.” swiss grinned and his slick black tail wrapped around your thigh tight enough to cut off circulation— not that you minded at the time.
he pounded into you harder and harder until finally you felt his warm cum spill into you. suddenly, swiss pulled out of you and laid beside you, stroking your back with cool fingers. you shuffled beside him contentedly.
the ghoul grinned at you mischievously and you knew he was up to something.
“wanna go again, sweetheart?” he asked innocently.
“are you not exhausted??” you gasped slightly.
“not a bit. i could go for hours, and with you baby, i could go for days.” he joked. you let out a breathy laugh.
“on one condition, though,” he started. you looked at him with curiosity. he maneuvered so his head resting on his arm and he was facing the ceiling. “you gotta do the work this time, baby.”
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— what the cat dragged in
characters: papa emeritus iii/you, cardinal copia, nameless ghouls, sister imperator
wc & genre/notes: 8.1k – strangers to friends/lovers, fluff, suggestive content (minor discussion of kinks and terzo being terzo during mummy dust. That part starts with “I’d say you’re deflecting,” and ends with the divider.) neighbors au, reader has a cat… I’ll b honest idk what else to say
a/n: this is My blog and I get to choose how cringe I want to be. Yes I said I’d not write for ghost and did it anyways after one (1) bad day. Yes this file is titled “hatehatehatemyself” on Google drive. The part after the burgundy divider is an optional ending. You can read the entire thing as platonic or slowly growing into something romantic. have fun x
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Head turned left and right, looking around, no sign around.
The neighborhood is rather quiet today, the sun up and everyone out, at work or else. Rustling of grass with each breeze reaches your ears, and each time you whip your head toward the direction with hope.
In a breath, you cross the road and walk and walk and walk. It’s a long one, not unbearably so but still a little unnerving. You don’t recall many people going this way after all.
Now standing before the grand door, the little mailbox a few meters away awfully standing out, you raise your fist and knock.
And wait.
And waiting you do for almost a minute, if it weren’t for the noises you hear, a clutter of something, a shatter there and finally footsteps.
The door swings open– though it looks too heavy to be opened just like that and the man stands tall before you, forearm resting against the frame, leaning his entire weight to it, eyes barely open and you don’t need to see the barely filled bottle he holds to tell he is drunk.
The scent of alcohol reeks off him just enough.
Your nose scrunches up at the smell.
Squinting his eyes at the sudden intrusion of light coming from the sun, he doesn’t acknowledge you right away.
You doubt he has noticed you.
Isn’t it a bit too early to be drinking like this already? He looks trashed, to say the least.
Then he seems to notice you, though he makes so little movement to fix his posture, the belt tied around his waist barely doing its job to hold the robe together.
Decent on the eyes, you’d have thought for the guy, if it wasn’t for the weird face paint.
Getting too far and a little too early on the halloween spirit?
“Ah…” you clear your throat and try again. “So you see, my cat was lost and–”
“Oh perfect! That’s just lovely now.” he cuts you off, quite loud too. Head thrown back, he holds a sneer. “And what, little one ? Decided to come here and accuse us?” bottle dropped on the floor, rolls off to the side, hitting to an end by the door frame. 
With both hands free, he throws them up in mockery, mimicking what you can only think to be a kid’s voice: “‘ Oh no the big bad mean satanists stole my cat and used it for their sick rituals. ’” hands dropped to his sides immediately as he is done with his imitation, he glares down at you: “Well guess what? Buzz off! As if I don’t have enough bullshit to deal with right now. Go find a more creative way to get in sherlock.” 
So they were satanists after all…
Good to know you suppose, not that you care in all honesty. The whole church-like air of the building only gets more confusing for you though.
Before he can close the door to your face, you place your palm against it to stop him. “Hey!” 
The force behind the door comes to a pause, probably didn’t expect you to fight back.
“Listen, Mr. Halloween or whatever poor Jack Skellington look you were going for.” you begin speaking, ignoring the way his face morphs into pure confusion. “How about you listen to people before barking assumptions at them?”
A moment of breath, the resistance behind the door ends completely and he opens it full again, waiting for you to continue but doesn’t seem all too happy.
“My cat likes to go outdoors and one of my neighbors said to me once that he often visits this place. So can I please come in?”
Seeing it written clear that you won’t be leaving any time soon, the guy sighs and steps aside. “Don’t touch anything and don’t leave my sight.”
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Footsteps echoing in the hallways, you ‘pspsps’ here and there in hopes of your cat turning around but to no avail.
It’s only when passing a door that the guy pauses and curses to himself, you can hear the hints of an accent.
Turning to face him, he takes in your raised brow as a question.
“Copia has rats– pet rats. Your cat better be a vegan because I will not deal with his whole…” he gestures with his hand at nothing, “mourning or Sister Imperator’s reprimanding if a single one of them is missing.”
“Mr. Whiskers is a well behaving, domesticated cat with manners, thank you very much.” you say and turn your head with a huff.
Copia? Imperator? You have no idea who these guys are but you’re sure you can handle a couple of …dorky satanists, if the rest of them are just like this man baby at least.
You can always leave town before night too, if it comes down to it.
Only few steps away and the man watches as you disappear, yelling after you about ‘what did he say’ and all that bullshit but you couldn’t care any less because there he is, your precious baby!
All pulled up into a cozy little furry ball by the corner under a window, in what appears to be someone’s bedroom.
Pretty messy too.
The man seems to catch sight of you and say something he thinks is amusing, or sleek, from the tone he uses, though you pay no attention to his words or how they suddenly run dry. (‘ well if your eye on me the whole time, you didn’t need to make up an excuse about a lost c –’)
Picking up your cat despite his protests, you turn and thank him with a nod. His words register in your mind with a small delay. 
“Maybe consider tidying up your room, what are you, twelve?” and with that, you exit his warzone of a room and walk back the path you took, with Mr. Whiskers purring in your arms the entire walk home.
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The second time your cat goes missing while you’re home, you know better.
Instead of wasting hours searching around, you hike up all the way to that dreaded place and knock on the door with force and impatience.
It is a woman who answers instead.
A woman who does not seem to be the slightest bit impressed.
Staring at her bored face, you take notice of her clothes you can deem as formal for the place, the sound of fabric brushing as she crosses her arms, you snap out of it, trying to formulate the words regarding your cat and and all.
Whatever thought seems to pass her mind, you conclude that she doesnt care and watch as she leaves the door open, walking back inside. So you hurriedly follow.
“Sleek, black hair you said?” she asks, still walking ahead as you nod– shit, satanist or not, she can’t have an eye at the back of her head now; letting out a hum of affirmation you fasten your steps and try to walk by her side.
Steps come to a halt before a closed door, she knocks firmly, once.
Upon receiving no answer whatsoever, she rolls her eyes and opens the door.
They must have quite the savings you think, to have a place with soundproof walls and doors. The unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin, breathy moans and all, you wonder to yourself, couldn’t your cat have picked somewhere …normal to take his afternoon naps.
Paying the scene before her eyes no mind, the woman steps in– is that who the man referred to as Sister Imperator?, and you catch her words about grabbing the darn cat now and continuing his pity party later.
The sounds of sex stop and you can hear someone walking around all the while mumbling something.
Before you can thank the woman however, she turns and walks away.
Less than a minute later the same man from before peeks out his head through the door.
Wearing a different robe this time and doing a poor job of holding your cat, though Mr. Whiskers doesn’t seem to mind, the traitor, he watches as you take the cat from his arms.
As you turn to leave and call it a day, maybe open a bottle of wine and see where the night takes you, a ‘hey!’ catches up to you from behind.
Leaning against the door frame like he did the first time, he waits for you to face him.
“Just let me know next time your cat comes over. I doubt neither you nor Sister would like to become frequent acquaintances.” 
You eye him with a suspicious look. Sure the woman does seem like if she sees you 3 times a week or more for your cat, she might sacrifice you and Mr. Whiskers to Lucifer with her bare hands but hey, you cannot control who answers the door now.
As if sensing your train of thought, or, a part of it, he lets out a sigh, “My windows are pretty wide. Pretend they’re doors or something.”
“...right.” Sounds more and more reassuring with each word for sure, great , thank you Mr. Whiskers.
Then an after thought seems to follow as a whine can be heard from inside his room, “ Just – maybe let me know ahead before you come through the window, yeah ?”
“And I should do that, how?” you ask, wishing the whole encounter to be over “I don’t want you charging me if a stone happens to find its way in.”
From how he mumbles the words ‘charging’ and ‘stone’ confused, it seems to be taking him a while to register your words.
The implication of your words seem to dawn in as his face goes down “Last I checked, cellphones exist.” he states, not sounding too happy about the possible danger his precious windows may face. 
“And how should I know this isn’t some weird excuse to get my number?” you sound skeptical, on the edge, probably finger hovering over that dial button to the police if it wasn’t for the cat in your arms.
At your words though, he chuckles. “I do have a girl in my bed right now, you know?”
“And my question remains unchanged.” staring at him with a dead serious expression, you watch as his amused face falls, his eyes rolling and he shoves a hand down one of his pockets, taking out a pen.
Expectant eyes on you– wait, what is up with his eyes? , he pushes off the cap, shaking his left arm so the robe’s arm can slide off, revealing his skin, waiting. Waiting for you.
“You better not send me any weird crap or call-” you state then say out your phone number.
Well, worst comes to worst, you know a good lawyer.
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Third time's the charm is how the saying goes. You have your doubts but perhaps there is truth to it as the man’s ridiculous window idea works.
It takes no time to figure out Mr. Whiskers spends his afternoons there because the rays of sunlight hit just right, and right next to where he sleeps is a comfortable armchair with black and white hair decorating its surface a little.
Few steps ahead of his windows, the view of a wonderful garden has attracted your attention but you know better than to ask, or enter without permission. The amount of times you’ve dropped by increases at record speed, yet the air between you both is still tight.
He lets out a warm laugh when he gets a good look at him once, but when you ask, you get no reply. Surely this cannot be the first tuxedo cat he has ever seen in his life.
One silence after another, he must've sensed how tense and awkward it feels too, as a little after he tries to make conversation and apologize.
So they are a satanic organization, that’s fine.
You’ve always wondered as a kid about the gatherings you’d see within a distance but never bothered to check for yourself.
A rock band to spread their word and message however, now that is odd. You’re starting to think their anti church might be the most normal thing to them.
Yet you remain your silence and let him speak, listen, and try to make as much sense of them as you can because god knows you won’t be leaving this place any time soon.
He says he is– was the frontman of the band, and their beloved antipope , but was dethroned , or so he claims, few days prior to your arrival.
You can understand frustration over something you have dedicated your time and effort into, and for you to be pulled off it without a logical explanation. That explains drinking until the brain shuts down despite that scent of alcohol still stings your senses.
Nodding to his words, you take his apology and leave with Mr. Whiskers that day. He asks if you’d like to see the garden the next time your legs are dangling off the windowsill.
You accept in a heartbeat.
With the weather warming up and all, your cat seems to enjoy the garden as much as you do.
Trees and flowers of all kinds tended to with care and love, you can tell. Each arranged with care, the entire place paints a beautiful picture before your eyes, and endless too.
Same as the window, this becomes a habit too. To stroll in the garden and sit on one of the stone benches, talking or staying like this in silence.
He seems fond of Mr Whiskers for reasons unknown to you, until he pulls out a photograph of someone in what you make out to be a tuxedo of sorts, on a stage no less.
The photograph is of small scale, you cannot make out much of the details, so he takes it upon himself to explain that it is indeed him in the photo and the looks of your cat caught him by surprise because of his looks.
Without waiting for a reaction, he offers to show you the outfit he wore back then, though he sounds a little melancholic about the whole thing still.
Sure , you agree, but keep it to yourself that the regency shirt and black pants look just fine on him.
It blurs at one point you begin visiting even without Mr. Whisker’s presence in his room.
Bursting out into laughter, he looks almost offended at your reaction. “I’m sorry-” your giggles break through as you wipe off a tear, “what did you say it was again?” 
“Emeritus.” he says flatly.
“Emeritus.” you repeat, this time doing a better job at containing the giggling.
“Yes, Emeritus,” he says again and adds, “The third.” 
If your laughter before was loud, this is something beyond, enough to make him go deaf in comparison.
“Okay no, I’m not calling you-”  you bring your hands up to finger quote, “Emeritus The Third.” you say in a serious tone. “And I’m certainly not calling you ‘papa’ or some bullshit title.” you cut in before he can get a word out.
“We’re going to need a nickname, what about ‘em’?”
“Em.” his tone asking ‘are you for real?’, his turn to repeat now.
“Okay no, that’s just as bad, give me some time to th-” hand covering his face, he just shakes his head with a sigh. 
“Just call me Terzo , caro mio.”
Seeing as to no reply from you comes, he removes his hand and looks up. “It means ‘ the third ’ in Italian.”
“Oh,” you manage to say, though you do sound a little different now, perhaps you thought from his reactions you hurt him and now feel sorry about that? 
“Yeah, I can do that, Terzo.” speaking with more confidence now, testing the name on your tongue, you talk more to yourself and nod your head than to him– he finds watching you act like this, how you operate and think as you talk endearing.
You find yourself liking spending time with Terzo more than you’ve realized.
Work is work, adulting is the same and sometimes relationships with friends feel dull or far away.
To say the least, he is interesting. Usually something to catch you off guard or wondering, it is guaranteed your time with him is never one to fall victim to boredom.
So he speaks of his life, of things he has done on the road and whatnot, even going as far to recreate when he tried to kick off a beach ball only to fall, basking in the waves of your laughter, even complaining to him by nighttime that your face hurts from laughing so much.
In return you feel you don’t have as exciting stories but he listens as if they’re the most wonderful things he has ever heard.
You deem them mundane and every time without a beat, he says only to you.
It comes down to, more like remembering, those scenes from when you were a kid.
He is awfully quiet that day, when you speak of seeing figures in black walking in tow, a kid or two that seemed to be your peers but how their estate in the eyes of some were off limits, and it was always at an odd time for you to be walking up there and talk with the kids.
A shame, the two of you could’ve met much earlier, yet he doesn’t voice it and you do not realize it.
Of all the things he has experienced recently, entering his room, to a bed unmade, finding you wrapped in the covers and sound asleep, would score high on Terzo’s list of things he wouldn’t expect– that is, if his brain could even muster up such a scene.
He doesn't need to, though, as it becomes real before his eyes and he makes way for the loveseat that night.
He doesn’t pry about it and all you say under your breath is that you felt lonely.
‘What about Wh-’ before he can ask, you open the covers partly to reveal that Mr. Whiskers is indeed with you, in his bed.
He just hopes the cat won’t switch his usual spot for his bed when he comes next time.
The nightly visits from you start to occur more, by the third time he knows it’ll become another constant, though not as frequent.
You do appear upset that he has to sleep on the couch, yet he waves his hand dismissively, that he doesn’t mind– he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or cross any unnamed boundaries. Which is a little outside the usual for him, he is known for being bold, for holding and kissing hands and doing much more when he can even smell from a kilometer away the slightest of interest the other party has in him.
The next time it repeats, he is startled by a sudden noise as he makes for the couch as always. Turning on his heel only to see you patting the spot next to you in his bed.
Sure, it is a spacious bed, more than enough space for the both of you, and Mr. Whiskers, yet he still feels tense about the whole situation.
What if he wraps an arm around you or something in his sleep and you wake up angry, that he jumped into conclusions, that this wasn’t what you wanted at all and that you’ll never visit again and file a restra–
“You think too much.” 
You draw him out of his pocket sized crisis with few words and a flock on his forehead. “Keep doing that and you’ll end up with wrinkles in no time.”
What else can he do but chuckle at that and sink into sleep, safe and sound?
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Wine is a skillful loosener, as the two of you rediscover together.
On days you stick around for longer, he makes his offer– though you refuse it as much as you can.
Despite dropping by unannounced after a while, you haven't walked into any intimate moments. And against your initial claim, your phone does get bombarded, usually photos of Mr. Whiskers when Terzo catches a glimpse of him, or when he thinks he is being adorable.
The latter is worse, because Terzo always finds him adorable once he warms up to the cat. The way he acts through text makes you picture him lying on the floor, hands supporting his chin, legs behind him dangling in the air, watching the unknowing cat as he sleeps or does the most mundane cat thing anyone can think of.
Neither of you are aware just how fascinating mundane is to him.
You can sense his pout from meters away.
“Okay, I’ll bite.” you put down the stacked papers. “What is it?”
Crossing his arms, he turns away partially, grumbling under his breath, “I don’t know what youre talking about.”
Getting closer to Terzo means many things, witnessing the absolute manchild that resides in him included.
Picking up your phone to turn the volume down, your eyes find his figure again– either he resembles Mr. Whiskers more than you gave them credit for or your time spent with him making you delusional. “Out with it already,” his form shrinks only further, “or no more visits from me or Mr. Whiskers.”
Now that , gets his attention.
Eyes focused somewhere near your face intentionally, he almost appears reluctant to say the words.
“How come you never listen to any of my songs?”
It takes you few seconds longer to register his words.
Before you can answer, he begins rambling, so rushed and in a whisper, all you can hear is few words in italian, which you’re sure are curses slipping his tongue and terms of endearment.
“I just… forgot?” you offer with a shrug.
Okay, maybe not the best response as this gets him to throw his arms into air, “ mio satana , you are unbelievable.” a finger pokes into your side, you haven't even realized he already crossed the distance between you both.
So he gets jealous when you listen to other musicians, huh , you save the information for future use.
As you begin laughing, he chuckles, muttering under his breath. “I guess, I’ll  have to bring a ritual to your feet.”
It goes unknown to you that Terzo semi-regularly orders cat food for Mr. Whiskers, not that the cat ever seemed to be hungry when he was there, but hey, cannot hurt to try. If the cat only decides to visit him, with you in cue, more often, now there is no harm in that.
Another thing unbeknownst to you, is that, despite the distance between their estate and your house, Terzo can spot your lights without much effort.
If he were to dramatize the entire thing between you both and more, he’d refer to it as a beacon of light. But he doesn’t need to, because there is nothing more to what it is between the two of you, even if unnamed, even when he cannot help wondering “ what if …”, wondering if he is misinterpreting things.
So when he doesn’t see the lights turn on by the night time one evening, he doesn’t care, maybe the power went out, maybe you just want to try something different for a change. He certainly doesn’t care in the morning when he sees a second figure come out of the door, or when you drop by later that evening, a throbbing headache and ‘ long day at work’ you just murmur as you fall asleep on his shoulder.
You accept the wine when you're taking another stroll in the gardens.
With the weather beginning to cool down, you welcome its warmth to your very bones.
Booze loosens your tongue first, and soon your senses, your train of thought. Whether it’s a good thing or not that you’re not the only victim… you don't know.
“Was it worth it at least?” he muses as you’re seated on the same bench, glasses sat on the ground.
You twist your face, trying to recall, “Once I tuned his voice out, yeah I guess?” he snorts at your words, “Isn’t this the usual case?” 
“Nah,” you drag the word as you reach for your glass, “He could also suck in bed. So the entire night wasn’t a waste I suppose. Never going back to that place though, I’m picky for a reason.”
You say the words more to yourself as a mantra than anything, Terzo watching you with a giggle hanging on his lips. 
“Bad drinks as well?”
“It’d be charity to call them as such, ugh,” with a sigh, you drink down the remaining half of your wine, tipping the empty glass to his direction.
Taking your glass, he switches it with his and you take no time to bring it back to your lips.
“But this?” you raise the glass, “now that is a quality product.”
With another chuckle, he reaches for the bottle and fills the empty glass in his hand.
The topic of your recent and unfortunate endeavors morph into complaining about work, people in the streets, weird posts on the internet and whatnot.
“Okay, okay,” you try to speak inbetween laughter, “so what about weird preferences when it comes to sex?”
He just gives you a teasing smirk as you place your finger on his lips as a means to shush him “we already know weird shit and food combinations the other likes, consider this a slight change of topic.”
“I’d say you’re deflecting, but alright, I’ll buy.” he shrugs, throwing his head back to drink from the bottle– the glasses cast aside an hour or so ago.
“Any kink you can think of, I’m most likely into already, so just ask me yourself.”
You bring a finger to your chin, contemplating what to say for a moment, “Socks stay on or?..” you let your voice trail off, gazing at him from the side with a smile.
Bringing a hand over his heart and another against his forehead, he faces you fully and lets out a loud gasp. “Caro mio! You wound me. I might be the antipope but I am not a lunatic!”
He opens one eye to seize your reaction, and when your gazes meet, both of you burst into laughter.
“But the face paint stays on, no?” you gesture to your face once you stop clutching your stomach.
“Everyone has a preference, tesero.” he shrugs.
Considering his position and the closest people he can find to fuck, it does add up, you suppose.
“Now enough about me, what about you ?” He leans in to you, flashing his teeth. Not letting him get to him, you snatch the bottle from his hand. 
“What about me, indeed huh? Just your basic, vanilla bullshit.” you close your eyes as you gulp down the wine.
Your comment only ignites him further, with another chuckle, he scoots closer, “You? Vanilla? I’d beg to differ,” and again, with the poking to your sides, he pleads “Don’t keep your papa waiting now.” “Okay first of all–” 
You snap your head to him, only to be nose to nose, “ Not the ‘p’ word, we went over that ages ago, not calling you that.”
“Only because you’re being such a tease,” he sing-songs, his head thrown back.
 “You are such a child,” you mumble as you place the bottle between your legs, hands gripping its neck.
“Biting, I suppose.” You can hear him open an eye and look your way, “Nothing extreme as I said, but people aren’t exactly dying to be covered in red and purple, you know?”
“No, I wouldn’t.” he answers, “their loss.”
You can sense he wants to pry further but keeps himself, and hell , the wine is good, there is another bottle waiting by his foot, and compared to the amount of black mail-level footage of him you've got, this feels like nothing.
“Taking risks.” you say in a whisper, partially hoping he doesn’t hear.
“Now, this falls vague, bella.” he says. “Risks of conceiving, catching STDS–” he begins counting with a finger,
“ No ! I said risks , not being an idiot.” You cut in, a hand covering your face.
You know he is waiting with that smug smirk, “risks of getting caught, like, dunno , semi public spaces and the likes?” you ask more than speak, meeting his gaze as you finish speaking.
“So that’s where the biting comes,” he speaks in a knowing tone, “leaving telltale marks blooming everywhere?” he muses as his hand begins to move, finger grazing against your skin.
“Like this?” he asks, hand going up and drawing patterns on your thigh, slowly going up, his eyes gauging your expression. 
“...yeah” you say in a breath, letting his hand reach the inner side of your thigh. A finger flicks against the bottle, drawing out a trembling note, making your eyes flash though all your times here, you never saw anyone else in the gardens.
The bottle has long gone warm but his hand feels cold against your leg, you’re aware of his eyes locked on your face yet make no haste to draw yours away from the plants up ahead.
His hand begins to travel upwards, making way to fiddle with the hem, going under and his skin meeting yours.
Before he can do anything further however, you both jolt with the sudden noise coming from behind, between the windows.
“Cazzo!” he mutters and gets up, making way to enter his room through the windows.
While waiting for him, you go for the other bottle, pouring yourself some more wine, at least with a glass, you can keep count.
Pausing to listen around, you hear the commotion has died down.
Picking up the other glass and hoisting the empty bottle under your arm, you make way for the stained glass windows you’ve grown familiar with over the course of time.
Terzo doesn't seem to pay much mind to the interruption though, the conversation picks up from where it left, now talking in a more general sense.
“You give off vibes of someone who’d make a sex playlist,” you begin as he listens with a nod, “ and add your songs to it.”
“As I said gioia, everyone has their preferences.” he reaches to take the bottle from you, not expecting your arm to draw back, “yet I cannot help but be upset,” he sheds a nonexistent tear, “that you think my thrust game is so weak.”
Seeing as you freeze at his words, he takes a step to you, grabbing the bottle from your hand with a smile and places it down, not stepping back afterwards. “If you want a demonstration though, I am always happy to help.” 
As if your silence was anything to go by, now it is deafening, the warmth and flush of your skin; you’re unsure if the cause is alcohol or him .
“And I did promise a demonstration of my songs to you before, didn’t I?” he says as he takes another step your way.
“So you see, we got this fan favorite song, Mummy Dust,” he speaks while pretending to be interested in the ceiling, gesturing with a hand in the air, “but not because of the lyrics.” he remarks with a smug expression, redirecting his gaze to you as he takes another step, barely any space left separating the two of you.
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You’re unsure what to say or do, when left alone in a room with a bunch of people wearing identical masks.
You think, Terzo must’ve pulled a rope here and there, or acted in secrecy considering his sudden drop of position in the band, to have gotten into this studio– and bringing you no less.
The people he referred to as Nameless Ghouls stare at you, and you back at them. You can imagine the confusion they must be going through.
Then the man of the hour reappears with a clap of hands, dressed up in an outfit resembling a suit, and his previous remark at Mr. Whiskers suddenly comes back to you, finally making sense.
A concert– or a ritual, as he put it, he promised and one he delivers.
A ghoul begins playing his guitar in sync with the drums, as two of them walk to stand at their both sides and with a sudden stomp of foot, they all play in, in a fashion you can describe as ‘ knocking the wind out of your lungs .’
Only when Terzo’s singing, and soon the instruments coming to a stop that you realize you've been holding your breath the whole time. And quickly find out you may as well die due to lack of oxygen by the time the day comes to an end if they only keep up this momentum.
One song after another, they captivate you gradually. Be it the way the ghouls play or the way Terzo moves as he sings, radiating with energy. Walking around and messing up with one another, bothering each other at times– it all creates the illusion of a found family.
Briefly moving his hand, the ghouls pick acoustic guitars once another song comes to an end.
After each song he tells its name and some information– or funny memories he finds important you know.
With a signal of his hand, the ghouls switch to acoustic guitars and Terzo begins humming: “a one, a two, three, and four.“ 
With a move of his hand, they all enter the song.
One hand in a fist, resting against his hip and the other in front of him, he sways his hips softly as he sings.
It doesn’t miss your attention how some of his moves arent as innocent or random as they seem– when he brings his other hand to join the stray one, hoisting them up in the air as if holding something, or how after he holds the microphone with one hand and violates the poor stand with his fingers. Hands thrown into the air and shaking in the air as a ta-da once in a while, he takes a step back to point at one of the ghouls’ playing.
The song comes to an end and you think you’ve done good so far– then he decides to announce that the song is called Jigolo Har Meggido and you burst into laughter, leaving the men in the room utterly confused.
It takes several minutes for you to gather yourself, wipe away the tears all the while ignoring Terzo hovering over you with concern, unsure whether to approach you or leave you be in your violent laughter.
“I’m sorry-” your words die in your throat as another wave of laughter takes over again, “it’s just-” hand clutching over your stomach, you do your best to look up, “you do re-”, meeting his face only makes you laugh again.
A tap on your shoulder distracts you a little. Taking the water bottle one of the ghouls have brought to you, in your frenzy you didn’t even realize him leaving, you take a few sips to calm your nerves.
“I know you’re flirty and all, but witnessing you calling yourself a manwhore caught me off guard.” 
Definitely not something worth laughing to that extent over, Terzo doesn’t say a word and instead flashes you a toothy grin.
“You’d be surprised to hear it was his brother who wrote this song.” you hear someone say, the same ghoul from before.
“Ah!” Terzo waves a hand dismissively in the air, “enough talk of that geezer. Now , what do you say to a grammy winning original?” 
The ghouls slowly begin as Terzo walks back, their eyes on him and his hands, watching every move and tilt, following his guidance. Compared to the other songs they’ve played so far, this one comes off much softer, gentler, making you wonder what will come next.
Raising both hands in the air as if in praise, the ghouls all stop and silence takes over, waiting, and with his signal, they enter the song, picking up stronger than where they left off.
The melody matches the lyrics somewhat, the impression of a thunder, it builds up and carries smoothly.
He begins singing what you assume to be the second verse, drawing closer to you at a steady pace. His voice becomes the only thing you hear as the instruments falter and die out, quietening one by one. The microphone now held in his left, his right hand reaches out to hold yours, bringing it up near his face as he keeps singing: “ Can't you see that you're lost without me?”
And with it, they all reenter the song with a bang, your hand still in his, Terzo kisses the back of it in between lyrics and steps back to his initial position.
Drumming his fingers in the air, swaying them at the direction of either of the ghouls, they all circle around the keyboard playing ghoul as the song shifts into an instrumental part.
Eyes never leaving theirs, especially not his, not when he makes sure to lock his with you, you watch the entire performance almost in a trance, mind going blank.
When the song ends, you can see his expectant looks on you, already beaming with whatever compliment he’s positive you’ll be giving him.
So you decide to pick the teasing route. 
“It was nice.” he stares at you, his face clearly showing he wasn’t waiting to hear that. “Nice?..”
Humming in affirmation, you nod your head. “Yeah, nice.” tilting your head to the side, you speak up, “ Say , this helps you get some?” 
The man stands there, blinking at you for what feels like eternity.
The ghouls in a similar stance, though you’re sure you’ve heard one of them snort, and another snicker.
The eternity ends with a shake of his head and a faint smile on his face. “Yes, sorella , it helps me …get plenty actually.” he uses your phrase.
“Well,” he clicks his tongue as he places the microphone back to its place, “if it’s a …meretricious song you desire, how about I give you,” his pace of speaking slows down, as if holding his breath, waiting for imaginary drum rolls: “Mummy Dust!” He drags the words in a low grumble, shaking his hands in the air once again.
From how he starts swaying and moving his hips, you immediately recognize the song.
As Terzo begins singing, the sound of a door opening and clicking close reach your ears and when you twist halfway in your seat, you see a man with pencil stache dressed up in black, his hat partially resembling a bat, same painted eyes and upper lip like Terzo yet lacking the rest of the face paint.
The man stills in place when he sees you, only gets his feet to move again when you pat the vacant spot near you.
Whispering greetings back and forth, you immediately remember his name.
“Ah you’re the Cardinal!” Your voice comes out a tad more excited than expected. The man on the other hand seems confused as to how you know him already.
“How are your rats? Happy, I hope. I am so sorry, I never got the chance to apologize to you or to them because of Mr. Whiskers.” The words leave your lips in a breath, leaving the man dumbfounded, repeating your cat’s name in confusion and unaware, 
“ah, I-, my most sincere apologies, who?..”
“Mr. Whiskers, my cat, didn't Terzo t- oh.” Unfortunately the mention of a cat before you can stop makes his eyes go wide, and you try your best to assure him that your cat didnt even set foot into his room, somewhat calming the anxious man down.
The music on the other hand, as well as the singing, gets louder and a tad more aggressive. 
Probably unhappy with how your attention was led somewhere other than him. So needy and grumpy, spoiled like a cat.
“Uh, we can save our discussing for after the song?” Cardinal suggests, to which you nod. “I'd hate to impose on this- uh, special performance his excellency was displaying for you.” He says, coughing on his words at the way Terzo moves.
“Its alright Cardinal. I was given a demonstration of this song already, I am not missing out on anything.”
Again, you must’ve said something wrong, because instead of relaxing, the Cardinal’s face tenses up and goes bright red.
“ Oh !” You wince, “poor choice of words on my behalf. That's not what I meant.” You try to offer an explanation with a sheepish smile, but to no avail. 
At least Terzo looks quite pleased with the interaction, as clear from the smug expression taking over his face.
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The previous incident– goes unaddressed between the two of you but the air between doesnt waver.
Still, it must have triggered some sort of change, you conclude, as Terzo’s texting habits only evolve into a different stage.
Sure, it went for quite a while that the initial purpose of exchanging numbers was abandoned yet he still possessed control, a sense of self restraint, when texting you.
Definitely the absolute opposite of whatever it is going on as of now.
Maybe you’ve spoiled him too much, your brain reaches another conclusion as the lips on your skin snap that thought in the middle, pulling you back into reality.
You still don’t visit him as regular as to say daily, or even biweekly– so you hold onto the benefit of doubt that he has absolutely no way of knowing youre busy trying to have a nice night, focused on pleasure and the feeling of euphoria–
Another vibrating sound against your nightstand cuts into the air, your sceeen lightning up right after.
You ignore it only so far until you find yourself scrolling and typing up a reply, the light coming from the screen reflecting against you and the man you’ve forgotten about already.
As you smile at his newest text, hearing that stupid whining of his voice and the pout, someone next to you clears his throat, snapping you back.
“Anything I should know about?” He only asks and in all honesty , you cannot blame the guy. You’d have reaches into equally ugly assumptions, were this to happen to you.
But it didnt, and it isn’t right now, so its only a little too late that you put yourself in his shoes.
“Nope.” You say, walking up to your bookshelf and placing the phone screen down, “just a friend.”
The guy hums, sounding skeptical but doesn't pry.
You give him the benefit of the doubt but few too many repeats and you know it's intentional.
You did spoil him too much it seems.
Another afternoon by his side, you're sitting on the window sill, one leg tucked under yourself, he is busy on the other side of the room, who knows what he is preparing this time.
“Wine?” he turns on his heel, holding a glass and the bottle’s neck tilted slightly already. 
“None for me, thank you.” 
Eyebrows raised in curiosity, a scheming expression takes over. “Ooh? Any plans for tonight?” He inquires. You don’t need to know that he is dreading the confirmation that'll leave your lips. 
“I guess,” you shrug, turning to look outside the window, “promised Steve we’d spend the night together.”
Heavy silence spreads from your words and takes over the room. 
The teasing remarks signature to his natural charm never comes and you turn your head to see if he even heard you in the first place… or left the room before you spoke… or somehow passed out in silence as you spoke.
Your worries ease upon seeing him standing there, still, not even a muscle moved from his last position, unreadable eyes staring at you.
Only when you tilt your head towards, asking ‘what’s wrong?’ and only then he snaps out of whatever trance he was in, coughs and tried to laugh it off with a ‘ have fun’ , pouring himself a glass.
Unbelievable.
Discreetly taking a sip from his wine to distract himself doesn't do much to ease him and the now unimpressed look you're giving him makes even the wine taste bitter on his tongue. 
“Wh-“ “you are unbelievable.”
Okay, you don't just seem pissed, disappointed?, something definitely negative; you sound like it too.
“For wishing my friend a fun night?” And with a guy he has never heard you mention before– the word friend stings to say. “I’m sure Steve is a good gu-“ “ Again,” you dont let him finish, “you are unbelievable, absolutely childish and overall a great idiot.”
Okay now you're just being mean. A scowl makes its way to his face before he can even notice, making you shake your head in disbelief like a mother scolding her kids with a smile.
“If youre done with the insults cara,” he says and raises his glass, appearing pissed and upset as he downs the glass.
“Terzo, you met Steve.” His head snaps up at your words. “Steve?“ you repeat in question, “Steve Whiskers?” ‘ ring any bells? ’ He can hear you say in following–
The faint smile of yours slowly evolve in a giggle as you watch the gears turn in his head and finally connect the two and two together.
“The cat?!” His voice comes out louder than he meant to, suddenly straightening up and wiping invisible dust off his clothes, he clears his throat. 
“Excuse me for my sudden input of volume.” You reply with a smile, “Send my best regards to Mr. Whiskers.”
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You see the ghouls around few more times you're in the perimeter, as well as the scary woman from before.
Sitting in the gardens with Terzo again one warm afternoon and she passes in the distance, her eye catching sight of you no doubt.
Jumping in your stead, you rush to where she is. Terzo watches as you speak with more animatic gestures, Sister remaining stoic as always. You bring a hand up to scratch your head in unease, then holding out a box of sorts. As you are about to turn, he sees your body beam , most likely at something Sister has said as she walks away.
You pattle back to where he waits, trying to contain a big smile and pulling out few cookies from behind in surprise. Just as he does with anything else you offer, he devours the cookies, making sure to express his gratitude and worship before and after.
You settle back next to him, laughing at the way he acts as he ignores the crumbs on his thighs, resting your head against his shoulder and relaxing.
Yet you never tell him what it was Sister Imperator has said to you that got you in high spirits; not then, not later.
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When you wake up with the sunlight grazing your face from the wrong direction, your first instinct is to return to sleep.
Having falling asleep by Terzo's side a reasonable amount of times now, it feels just as comfortable as your room. Despite his chest not being as soft as your pillow, the comfort of his mattress easily beating yours makes up for the loss.
Just as a content smile makes its way to your lips and you, more than eager to return to sleep, the situation of now sinks in and you can feel the warmth drain from your entire body.
Sure, this is not the first time you've found yourself falling asleep here, even in his arms, limbs tangled up no less; but all those instances contain one huge difference from the predicament you find yourself in now and it is last night.
Maybe you should pretend to stay asleep until he is summoned for anything, but the chances of this are dangerously slim. The light coming from between the curtains doesn't burn into your eyes just yet so it must still be fairly early, maybe you can sneak out before he can return from the land of dreaming. But that'd would leave bigger problems for future you and frankly? future you has gotten sick of your 'dancing around with nothing acknowledged' bullshit.
You take a deep breath, and shut your eyes further– hey perhaps they'll glue themselves together from how tight your muscles are contracting and with your sudden admittance to the hospital and the emergencu of the entire situation, it'll all get forgo–
A sudden noise stops your entire thought process crashing. A trainwreck, yes that's what this is.
Sucking a sharp breathe in, you think 'now or never', suck it up once and face on with courage.
Creaking one eye open and meeting Terzo's eyes on yours, every single muscle in his face loosened and his expression what you can only describe as to be 'at peace', all your anxiety from bare seconds ago gets washed down the drain. 
And for the first time in a long while, you allow yourself to relax, fully, and bask in whatever the future– and he, along with it, will offer you.
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Aether - Soror Dulcissima
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Word Count: 4.5k
Pairing: Aether x Reader
Summary: After Aether accidentally confesses how he's been feeling about you in the clergy's empty chapel, you accept his offer... leading to your own little ritual.
Warnings: Smut! Lots of breeding stuff. Like seriously. I write Aeth as SUCH a family man. A minor injury is talked about but it’s all good. 
Notes: I’m sorry this took a while! I hope you all enjoy, thank you so much for reading. Maybe I’ll have something for Terzo out soon if you guys are interested!
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For the first time in what felt like years, you had the Abbey mostly to yourself. Sister Imperator had decided to send a majority of the siblings on a trip around the city, spreading the word of the Clergy as they went. Only a few ghouls remained, along with Papa in his chambers, likely up to his throat in paperwork. You assumed the ghouls to be in their chambers too, so you allowed yourself to take a peaceful trip to the dark chapel. The haunting black and gold decor and carvings of the building sent a chill down your spine, but you felt so very at home. Your shoes clicked lightly on the tile floors, echoing throughout the long halls and large open rooms. When you reached the chapel, you let out a small sigh of relief. This big monastery can really take a toll on your feet. 
You walked down the aisle of the chapel, the pews empty, and the candles still lit around the podium and the front of the room. You kneeled beneath it and felt a cool breeze as your habit tugged itself upwards to reveal more of your thick upper thigh and soft, rounded hips. You closed your eyes and hummed a small tune to yourself, attempting to clear your mind. You didn’t come here for any particular reason, but you figured it would be a nice opportunity since a lonely monastery is not something that a sibling will find often. 
You didn’t make a prayer, per se, but you thought to yourself. You had only joined the clergy recently, and it could be a handful at times, but it was overall worth it. You made a family, a safe haven. You helped with rituals, cared for the ghouls, and tended to the garden. What more could you want?
 Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the clicking of dress shoes behind you. Approaching slowly and cautiously… was a Ghoul. You continued to hold your head down, your hair covering your peripherals.
 “May I join?” His voice rang out. You jumped in shock, your breath hitching as you whipped your head around to see who you were speaking to. Aether stood tall above you, his rings and bracelets shining in the candlelight, and his mask still on. You knew him, and you had seen him a great deal of times around the monastery. He was always helpful and kind, never shying away from giving you a helping hand. You spent plenty of time together, be it in the library or the gardens. Aether was close with you, and you always valued his company. You had to admit he was delightful to be around… and also to look at.
 “Oh- why of course, Aether!” You pleasantly responded, scooting over without getting up. Your habit rose a bit farther, your entire hip being visible as the fabric shifted along your soft skin. Aether’s eyes shot down to it immediately as he began to kneel beside you. He shook his head lightly, as if he was trying to shake away his thoughts.
 “Where are the rest of the siblings, pulchra soror?” His voice was low and almost hushed. Only wind whipped around the chapel's tall ceilings, leaving it rather quiet. 
 “They are in town this evening.” You responded with a sweet tone, trying to keep a positive mood with the ghoul. 
 “And why did you choose to stay back?” He tilted his head in your direction, almost like a dog would when trying to read emotion. You giggled for just a second before answering him. 
 “Oh my- don’t tell Sister… but I said I was feeling unwell so I could have some peace.” You anxiously awaited for him to get angry at you, or maybe yell, but there was nothing of the sort. He turned his head to look down at his thighs. 
 “Ah, I understand. Sometimes I like to get away from my duties too, just so I can have a few moments to myself.” He tapped his hands on his thighs as he spoke, his veins showing in the candlelight. He looked absolutely divine. Beautifully, gorgeously handsome. His chest was tight against his tailored black button-up, the same with his legs in his dress pants. Somehow, someway, in this calm candlelight, every single one of his muscles seems to be so much more prominent and defined than you had ever seen. You wish you could just pounce him. Oh, Satanas- the things you would do to get in his bed and have him ruin you. He could destroy your want for any other man and you’d be happy. A pleasant hum left your lips, your eyes trailing back up to his mask. In all honesty… you’d never seen him without it. You couldn’t help but wonder, but some kind of feeling inside you was also positive that he was hypnotically gorgeous. Aether stopped tapping his finger. “Sordida puella, si tantum scires.... Omnem cogitationem tuam audire possum.” He spoke under his breath, barely audible. You knew a good bit of Latin, but you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying.
 “What was that, Aether?” You asked with a smile. You appreciated that he was even talking to you when there are definitely a million other things that he could be doing, or even other people to talk to you. You looked back over at him. He brought his gaze up to meet yours. 
 “Oh, nothing, soror dulcissima.” He paused. “You know… you know I can sense your feelings, right?”
 “Oh- oh my- I’m… I’m so sorry, Aether. If you need some peace and quiet, I’ll happily leave you be. I’m so sorry to disturb you, my Ghoul.” You pleaded to him, your hands in a praying motion as you shifted to face him and grace your apologies. 
 “No,” He spoke. He brought your face up softly by your chin and forced you to look at him. “I want you to stay… I don’t mind, mea dea.” Your cheeks flushed with red as he spoke, your neck relaxing and allowing him to hold up your head as you were lost in the eyes that you could barely see behind the mask. You then quickly sprung up, as if you were breaking away from being hypnotized. 
 “Nonsense, I’m sure there are many things here in the chapel that you could do instead. I’m… I’m not quite worth the time.” You offered him a sweet smile, to which he huffed in frustration. 
 “Obsecro, femina... don’t be obscene. I love talking with you! And don't you dare put yourself down. Do you see yourself? Look at the way your hair lays. The way your lips move. Satanas- the way your hips curve. I would spend a whole eternity talking with you if it meant I got to lay my hands on you once. Fuck, soror. I would take you right here on this chapel floor if you’d allow me.” He let out a low chuckle as a smile remained on his face behind his mask, almost as if he didn’t even realize what he just admitted to you. 
Your eyes widened as he spoke. Has he always felt this way? Ever since you joined the Clergy and he first helped you move your things into your room? Since the first Clergy dinner? The first ritual? Oh, Satanas. Have you really been this blind?
“Aether, I-” You started. You thought for a minute, your mind considering all the possible things that you could say to him. You could deny him, and continue to live knowing that the most handsome ghoul in the Clergy wants you… or you could take advantage of the near-empty Abbey. “I suppose now would be the perfect time.” You flirted, your lips parting into a smile. 
Aether practically pounced onto you, his hands shooting down to grab your hips. He brought you onto his lap, his hands rolling along your plush sides while he took in the feel of you. He helped you situate onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and your forehead resting on his mask. He sighed deeply as he gave in to holding you and embracing the feeling of another body. He pulled you even closer, his arms squeezing you as if you could fade right out of his grasp. “Amica mea… I’m going to take my mask off, is that okay?” He spoke softly.
“Absolutely, Aeth.” You felt a warm feeling filling your body, and you now knew this wasn't just Aether wanting a body for the night or a sister to please him. He wanted you, he trusted you. His hands left your sides to lift his mask off of his face. He lifted it slowly and then gently placed it on the floor beside the two of you. You could feel a smile grow on your face as you saw him in the warm light of the chapel. “Aether… you’re beautiful-” You hesitantly spoke. He truly was. His grayish skin, pointed ears with a plethora of piercings, horns, a nose ring, and those gorgeous purple eyes. You’d never be able to get enough of him.
He flashed a cocky smile, allowing his fangs to show and his tongue to slip between his teeth. A light blush grazed his skin.  “You think so, soror?” He massaged your hips in gentle circles as he waited for an answer, to which you urgently responded yes. 
He smiled, his lips quickly joining yours in an unexpected kiss. His arms went back to being around you, and you very willingly leaned your body into his as you hungered for more. You pressed your hips down on his, begging to get some leverage to deepen the kiss. Aether let out a small whine as you rocked down. He grabbed onto your waist, grabbing and bunching up your habit as he went. He used the large slits in the side to his advantage, his hand being able to snake up your legs. 
As soon as his cold ring touched your bare hip, you accidentally let out a beautiful, drawn-out moan. Aether’s eyes widened, his hips pushing his clothed dick into you. You giggled as you kissed him, playfulling pulling at his shirt buttons and attempting to get them undone. His hands raised further up underneath your habit, his hands gracing the sides of your panties and following them back to grab ast your ass, then following the curve of your back up to your bra. His claws grazed you softly, barely out in order to not hurt you. “You feel so beautiful in my hands, soror. I could worship you for hours… my own little ritual.” He spoke as he pulled away to look at your face.
You brought your hands away from his now-opened shirt and brought them up to his horns. You’d never seen an unmasked Ghoul this close. Sometimes the ghouls would go without them at night and walk the halls like shadows, but it felt real now. Horns, fangs, catlike eyes, pointed ears… he was so gorgeous. His nose piercing caught in the light. It looked so good on him, complimenting his features well. Your hand traced up and down his horns, feeling their texture and admiring the way they twisted and curved. Aether chucked at you from underneath, smiling as your hands adventured. “So… pretty…” You whispered.
“You're a curious one, aren't you?” Aether teased. You nodded in response, shifting down to run your fingers through his hair. “Let me show you a little more, darling.” Aether shrugged off his shirt, tossing it onto a pew behind him. Hair lined his chest and his defined muscles, yet soft and squishy tummy, became revealed to you. He angled you slightly off of his lap, undoing the buttons of his pants and pushing them down before bringing you to sit down on him again. His bare thighs looked amazing, his whole half-naked body holding you in a trance. You felt severely overdressed, flinging your habit off and throwing it in a direction you couldn't even remember. A small grucifix hung around your neck, sitting in the valley between your tits. Aether practically growled at the sight of you.  
He pulled you back into his rough kisses, your warm skin now meeting his. He left one hand on your waist, but brought the other to where your legs met. In between kisses, he happily asked if this was okay, and you responded in excitement. In an instant, he pulled your panties to the side and began rubbing two thick fingers at your entrance. You whined impatiently, your kisses continuing to get needier as you attempted to rock Aether’s fingers into your pussy. Somehow, he moved them perfectly every time and continued to tease. “Say please.” He spoke into your kisses.
“Please, Aether! Please… I want you so bad-” You begged.
“Promise you'll be loud for me, soror?” He kissed along your neck, leaving small bite marks and wet streaks from his tongue.
“Mmm, yes, I’ll be so loud, please!” You whined. Aether continued to lazily run up and down your wet lips as a fanged smile remained on his face. 
“Good girl, soror dulcissima.” He praised, his thick fingers pushing into you as you gasped. You pulled him tighter into your chest, muffling your moans as you pressed your mouth against his strong shoulder. His unused hand left your waist and placed a strong slap on your ass, causing you to jolt off of him and quit muffling what he wanted to hear. He drug his fingers in and out of you with a teasing slowness, going deeper and deeper every time until he pressed against that spot that made you scream. He groaned in excitement as you caused his name to echo through the chapel. “You like that, pretty girl? You like my big thick fingers? Fuck, wait til you have my cock-” He teased as your moans grew louder. His fingers were covered in your wetness, dragging in and out of you at a faster speed and leaving lewd sounds to ring out through the hall. 
“I want your cock, Aeth! Please, I’ve been so good. I just need youuu.” You begged, attempting to bounce slightly on Aether’s fingers despite his strong hands holding you in place. He gave in instantly, pulling his fingers out of you and smiling at your needy response. You whined at the emptiness in your cunt and waited as Aether shoved his boxers down his legs. 
“On your back, pulchra.” He instructed, his strong hands guiding you down onto the cold floor behind you. His hands ran up to your bra, slowly unclasping it and dragging it down your arms. He tossed it behind him as he looked down at your plush body. “Satanas, you're so beautiful… I just can't take it.” He sighed. From where you laid on the floor, you had to angle your head in order to see his cock. Your eyes widened as curiosity got the best of you. He was big, and very very thick. For a moment, you could've sworn you caught the gleam of a laddered piercing, but it could've been your fuzzy, pleasure-drunk head imagining things. “Are you ready, soror dulcissima?” He asked.
“Very.” You assure.
Aether lets out a long, deep sigh as he pushes into you. It’s something gorgeous, and utterly pornographic. His thick cock stretching you gives a beautiful burning feeling, causing you to whine loudly for him. He pauses once he’s completely sheathed in you, a small whimper escaping his lips as he felt the tightness of your walls. The lighting of the chapel allowed for a gorgeous shine on his arms and shoulders, along with a light casting over his unmasked face. He smiled in a way that showed his fangs beautifully, and you caught yourself wishing he would go back to biting along your neck with need as he was doing moments ago. 
 “Holy fuck, Aeth!” You called out, your head flying back just enough to not hit the chapel floors. “Oh my Satanas- you’re so fucking big!” Your back arched at the sudden pain of him, but your frantic breaths begin to calm as you get used to the feeling. 
 Aether smiles at your comment, his arms framing either side of your head as he looked down at you. His eyes looked up and down your bare body, admiring every inch of what was available for him to see.You were even more beautiful than he imagined. “Yeah, puella pulchra? Does that feel good?” He teased.
 You whined as a weak excuse for a response to Aether’s question, the only thing on your mind being him inside of you. He began to move slowly, the thought of hurting you absolutely devastating to him. You hummed out a pleasant moan, gabbing onto the forearms he had placed beside you and feeling the defined muscle. You could feel each and every drag in and out, the burning heat of his needy cock making you feel brainless. His hips pressed into yours, your legs spreading beautifully for him as you laid under him with love in your eyes. He fucked you faster and faster as he noticed your tightness relax. You allowed yourself to rock back and forth along with him, your tits lightly bouncing along with his thrusts. 
 “Fuck, look at those pretty tits…” He groans, a hand moving to cup one while he begins massaging gently. He continues to keep his rhythm, his big hand slowly running over your rounded tits before he reached your hardened nipple. He takes a moment to play with it, pressing on it like a button, pinching lightly, and running over it with his thumb. Much to his pleasure, the sensation of him touching you makes you tighten down on his dick with need. “Sordida puella... hoc magnum gallum capiens.” He nearly growled. You couldn't entirely tell what he was saying, but he was definitely pleased by you. 
 As you moan under his touches, he leans his head down to your chest. A forked tongue comes out of Aether’s mouth, and it’s quickly applied to your tits. Aether licks at your nipples, nibbling little love marks near the bottom of your breasts as he makes his way up to suck on you.
 “Aeth! Oh, fuck… yes, fuck, Aether!” You mewl out as Aether continued his tonguing. You can feel him smile a bit against your breasts. He switches between the two, even paying attention to the valley in between as he rams into you with ecstasy. After covering you in pretty markings, he removed his mouth from you with a strong popping sound. He takes a moment to lean back and admire how you look underneath him, your pussy stuffed with thick quintessence ghoul cock, your tits covered in his spit and bite marks, and your hair a mess from his thrusts. You whine sweetly as you wait for him to continue his thrusts. 
 “Sweet Satanas, you’re perfect. I wish I could mark your beautiful body and claim you…” Aether whispered as he trailed his hands down your frame. He began thrusting again, at a much faster and more brutal pace this time. You let out small little moans in tune with every thrust, furthering the Ghoul's need. 
You never considered that… having him mark or claim you. If he hadn’t said that, you wouldn’t have had any idea that he was even interested in marking anyone. That’s a very long commitment, maybe he was just thinking with his dick… you suspected he was just wanting you to be a toy for him, something he could play with when he wanted to. Would he really want something more like that? “Mmm, Aeth! Holy f-fuck…s-stop-” You whined, causing Aether to halt immediately with a confused look on his face.
“What’s wrong, soror? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry-” He began as he held his head down in the fear of being ridiculed or shamed.
“You don’t… mean that… Do you? The marking? Or claiming?” You spoke. You brought your hands to his face, forcing his gaze into yours. His eyes bore into yours, and you felt like you could easily melt into the chapel floor beneath you. His purple eyes were gorgeous, and his gaze melted when your eyes met. He looked like he was in a trance, like he was completely enchanted by you.  
“I do. And I understand if I overstepped anything, you just seem like you would be so sweet to me, and I can't help but imagine how you could take care of me while I’m on tour, or how you could hold me after long days, or how you’d be a spectacular mom based on the way you treat your siblings with such compassion…” He spoke quickly, some words slurring together as if he didn't actually want you to fully hear them all.
“A…mom?” You nearly whispered.
 “Fuck yes. I wanna fuck you endlessly, my dear. I want this perfect body to have my fucking babiesss. Ugh, fucckkk-” Aether moaned, his hips involuntarily pressing into yours as he tried to stay still. You both moaned together, both amazingly pleased by the idea of an eternal unison. You told Aether he could keep going, his purple eyes still looking into yours with love. He continued his fast thrusts, his mind half-hazy as his thoughts blurred into one; breed. Thinking of him cumming inside you could keep you dripping with need for years on end. Aether was always a caring man, so it’s no shock that he would go feral for a baby. You both loved it. So you made a choice.
 “Mark me, Aether. I wanna be yours.” You heaved as you struggled to speak while also moaning at his brutal thrusts. “Please, Aether. I wanna be yours forever. I’ll give you babies, Aeth. Oh fuccckkk, please mark me, I need it so bad!” You pleaded as you continued to make eye contact with him, his pupils dilating even further. You swore you could feel his cock twitch at your words. 
 “Holy fuck… you sure, regina mea? Absolutely positive?” Aether looked at you longingly, his eyes wide. His mind was racing, thinking of love and lust and a future with you. He wanted it all. 
 “Absolutely.” You said with a smile. 
 That’s all it took. Within seconds, he flipped you onto your stomach and then pulled you up onto all fours by your hips. You whined at the empty feeling inside you when he was forced to pull out, but you quickly let out a loud moan as he forced himself back in deep and hard. “This will hurt, my sweet. I’m sorry.” He halted his movements, his cock still deep inside, and allowed his hand to begin glowing with a purple haze of magic. You looked over your shoulder to see what he was doing, and he began to press his hand down onto your upper back. 
 Immediately, you felt the most horrible, searing pain. It felt like your whole back was lined with the fires and lavas of hell, and you screamed in agony. You leaned forward onto the floor, your screams echoing through the chapel's tall ceilings as you frantically started to kick your feet and buck your hips in an attempt to escape the pain. This only made it worse, now pressing Aether’s cock further into you as you struggled under his strength.
 “You’re taking it beautifully, my love. Just wait a little longer, please. For me, my dear.” Aether leaned into your ear and spoke. Your chest rose up and down rapidly as you began to get used to the pain, it slowly fading away into numbness. This was worth it, you knew it. Aether removed his hand from your back and caressed your sides and hips sweetly. Once the pain was over and your back began to feel cool again, you let out a long whiny sigh. Aether did too. “Oh, sweet Satanas- that is an absolutely gorgeous sight.” From what you could tell, Aether had done some type of magical branding on your skin with his elemental symbol. “This is going to heal beautifully, my love. Everyone is going to know who you belong to. You’ll be mine forever, always by my side.” He smiles deeply as he begins thrusting again, deeper and rougher than ever before.
 His pace was brutal, leaving you moaning and whining with every thrust. So many sensations flooded your mind, Aether’s cock fucking you brainless, the marking on your back making him hornier by the second because he knows he's claimed you, your tits brushing against the cold floor…there was just so much. He situated his hands at the top of your thighs, getting an amazing grip on your hips to fuck you as you’ve never felt before. Your moans grew louder and more frantic, your hands gripping the floor with the hope of holding you onto reality. Aether groaned loud and deep and his thrusts got messy. 
 “Shit shit shit, pulchra… do you want my cum, love? You want me to cum inside?” He continues his pace, grabbing at your hips with ache and need. You couldn't see his face anymore, but he was throwing his head back with desperation and his hair was a beautiful mess.
 “Yes, Aeth! Please please please… bona mater liberis tuis ero!” You swore in Latin, Aether groaning as he heard you speak his infernal tongue, 
“Fuck, fuck! Te amo! Fuck, es splendidis!” Aether halted deep inside of you after a few final thrusts, his hips spazzing as your walls tightened down on him, your body practically shaking as you succumbed to your orgasm. You moaned and whined for him, feeling him begin to slump down as soon as he released into you. You felt him flood you, mating you just as he wanted. 
Aether laid gently on top of you, careful to not use his full weight or touch down on your branding. His chest rose up and down as he scattered kisses along the soft skin of your shoulders. His skin felt blazing hot, but it was comforting in comparison to the cold floor. He pushed his weight off of you after a few moments, his softening dick slipping out of you. He smiled at the sight of your soft, beautiful body on the ground, his cum seeping from between your legs. He brought two tender fingers to the spill, pushing it gently back in. He looked around for where he threw your clothes, quickly getting up and giving them to you. He helped you into your before putting on his, talking you through the whole time and praising your body and your actions from the minutes prior. 
He smiled at you like an idiot, pure love in his eyes. “You look like you need a nap in a big ghoul bed, don't you?” He asked, bringing you into his arms and hugging you tightly. 
“Mmhmm.” You mumbled.
“Perfect. Let’s go, soror dulcissima.” He lifted you, his hands reaching beneath your shoulders and under your knees, and his strong arms carrying you all the way back to his bedroom for a night of kisses, cuddles, snacks, and movies.
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crowberry62 · 2 years
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How the Papas deal w/ a fallen angel joining the clergy? 🥺🥺🥺
How the Papas deal with a fallen angel joining the clergy
Papa nihil
It’s not unheard of but it’s rare
Most fallen angels that join the try their best to hide the fact that they were an angel
He won’t ask how they ended up falling
But he will ask about heaven and if you’ve met any demons before they became demons
He tells them about human emotions and human sin
He treats them like a child( one that he would actually take care of)
Papa “primo” emeritus i
He is very excited to say the least
Like his father he won’t push them to talk about your fall or what cause your fall
He is the papa that’s closest to demons
He often summons them for help( seeing as how the ghouls are lower powered demons, he’s the one who summons them the most often)
He offers to bring in a demon to help you through the transformation as the fall can be painful and traumatic.
He gives the new member of the clergy different healing remedies 
Papa “secendo” emeritus ii
He’s skeptical to say the least
My headcanon is that his mother had past trouble with a extreme Christian group that pushed her to the clergy (because y’know angst)
So he does not trust them a bit
He try’s to avoid the fallen angel as much as possible
He might try and be kind
He does this by bringing them books and items that relate to satanism and/or demons
He could grow to be friends with them
Papa “Terzo” emeritus iii
Ooh boy
He’s happy to show them all about human emotion and human sin
HE’S TRY’IN TO FUCK
Maybe even date….?
He finds them super pretty
He’s going to be as flirty as possible
He’s a big simp for the new clergy member
Cardinal Copia/ Papa emeritus iv
So nervous
He wants to make a good impression
He wants them to be heavily part of the ghost project
If they have visible wings he goes 😍
He shows them his rats
He’s also just as horny as Terzo
He finds them very pretty
-brother corvid
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emeritus-fuckers · 3 months
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may i request uhhh.....the papas reacting to their s/o teasing them in public?
Papas with s/o who teases in public
You knew what you were doing when you wore those stupidly small shorts and tank top with his jacket over your shoulders, half pulled down and showing off your chest.
And you made sure to press real close to him when you sat down for the dinner, placing a hand on his thigh.
Primo
At first, he just thinks you're being touchy, and smiles softly and holding your hand on his thigh.
But then you start to slide your hand up, and he softly asks what you're doing, turning to you with a adorably confused look.
And when you cup your hand over his dick, gently rubbing at him through his robes?
He's growling into your ear, warning you to not play with fire.
And of course, you jump headfirst into it. Continuing to palm and practically jack him off under the table.
But primo is a patient man.
He can wait until you two are back home, then throw his robes off and bend you over the nearest surface and slam in over and over until you're nice and mindless.
Secondo
Unlike primo, he is not a patient man.
You will be dragged to the bathroom and fucked against the wall, hand on the back of his head and keeping your head shoved against the wall and a hand cupped over your mouth as he rudely pounds in.
Will not stop until he has came twice and you've learned your lesson. Then clean you up best he can and take you back to the Ministry.
If you're still being a brat, he will fetch the paddles.
If not, he draws you a bath and scrubs you down, so you can both go lay in bed.
Terzo
He is patient.. to an extent.
He will tease you back. Only tenfold.
If you have a dick, he will purr and whimper of how much he need's you to fill him up, how much he needs you to shove him down and fuck him stupid.
If you have a cunt, he will growl and beg for you to slam down onto him, begging for you to ride him stupid, pleading and kissing your neck.
If you manage to not fuck him in the bathroom, and manage to get back to the bed?
Don't expect to walk.
Copia
Oh this poor baby.
It won't take much to get him to cum in his pants
He also has to bite down on your shoulder to stay quiet, because this boy does not know how to muffle his moans, He will scream with each orgasm.
He will not last to the bedroom before cumming at least once, but when you two are back at the ministry? He will begging for your cock or cunt, sobbing about how much he needs you.
Will need a bath afterwards.
Old Nihil
He's been staring at you the entire time with a happy dreamy look on his face.
Then you place your hand on his thigh and he just grins even more. He was happy enough just to be in your company, but this... this is even better.
As your hand slides up his thigh he raises an eyebrow with a little chuckle. It takes him back to his youth.
He cannot believe his luck when you continue and he rests his head back with a contented smile.
He is too old to even care it's in public so he'll let you take it as far as you want to.
When you get back to the Ministry he'll wrap his arm around your waist and take you straight to bed a glint in his eye.
Young Nihil
Brave idea with this one. He knew exactly what you were up to the moment he saw what you were wearing.
Of course he immediately starts playing his own little game. His shirt buttons are undone lower than usual as he fixes you with his charismatic gaze. it's enough to make anyone melt on the spot, but you hold your nerve and just smile.
You put your hand on his thigh and Nihil gives you the most lascivious smile you've ever seen.
Eventually your hand reaches it's destination as you rub him through his jeans. Nihil lets out a soft moan, then some louder ones, people start to notice. "What's wrong babe?" he says with an innocent smile. He's calling your bluff, "too public?" For all his bravado, you can feel how hard he is, you have him.
His hand now rests on your thigh and he traces gentle circles with his fingers, higher and higher until it's too late, you as much under his spell as he is yours.
You both get up at the exact same time. He takes your hand and hastily leads you out of the room, enjoying the shocked expression on peoples faces. Then up some stairs and out onto the roof, it's a beautiful warm night and there you fuck under the stars.
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Papas I-IV Written by Zenith/Jasper.
Papa Nihil Written by Nyx
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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 4 months
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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 2. cockwarming
.。❅*⋆⍋*∞*。 “a different kind of warmth”
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ when the icy cold temperatures hits, swiss has his own unique way of warming you up
pairing: swiss ghoul x gn!reader
a/n: swiss my beloved <3 slightly self indulgent because who doesn’t want this man’s dick inside them?
cw: nsfw content. cockwarming. tummy bulge. slight temperature play. swiss is a big boy
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“you feeling warm yet? i hope you are, because i’m not letting you off my dick anytime soon.” —❤︎
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one thing that really bugged you about winter was the absolutely unbearable temperature.
sure festivities are jolly and cheerful this time around, and gathering around a fireplace with your loved ones and a nice cup of hot cocoa was pleasant, but the sheer freezing temperatures were downright agonizing.
and that’s exactly what you were trying to avoid with a certain multi ghoul.
both you and swiss rushed into the halls of the ministry, opening the church doors with hastened desperation. swiss groaned heavily as he forcefully shut the doors, which were threatening to fly open from the pressure of the howling, crystal winds blowing through the gap between the doors.
swiss let a loud curse escape his lips and he locked the ministry doors, slamming the wooden beam down on its hinges, the sound resonating through the satanic halls.
“fuck! satan above the wind is extra bad this winter.” swiss cursed, aggravated by this obnoxious weather.
you also sighed heavily from annoyance, patting down the snow that clung to your clothes. you would’ve appreciated it’s pretty pearly color if it weren’t for the fact that you were freezing to death.
“yeah… shit the weather is bad tonight..” you uttered out, clinging onto your arms and rubbing them to try and generate some sort of warmth.
despite the many layers of warm clothing you were wearing, it somehow wasn’t enough for the piercing cold that shot all throughout your body. your fingers felt numb, lips were chapped from the harsh breezes, and your body was shivering violently.
swiss immediately took notice of your condition. as a ghoul, he wasn’t too affected by the cold weather. it was more of a nuisance to him.
you however, were a different story.
“shit— y/n, you’re shaking like a damn leaf.” swiss muttered softly, approaching your shaky form. you were practically curled up into yourself.
you just nodded weakly and leaned into the taller ghoul’s chest, feeling his strong arms wrap around your smaller frame protectively. “swiss… i’m so fucking cold..”
“i know, honey… come on, let’s get you to the lounging quarters.” swiss reassured you, scooping you up bridal style and carrying you through the stained-glass window halls.
the two of you eventually reached a corner in the ministry that was meant for relaxing and just lounging around. swiss set you down on one of the couches in front of the fireplace.
using his fire element, a flickering burst of flame swayed along his fingertips, carefully bringing it to the charred firewood. fire bloomed to life and the embers danced around it, creating a soft glow of heat that radiated into your body.
the feeling of warmth immediately resonated within your body. sighing heavily, you started to warm up a little, even taking off your winter coat and setting it aside to really feel the fire. it wasn’t much, but it was better than freezing your nuts off.
swiss sat to your side and wrapped his tail around your waist, before pulling you into his side with his arm. “feeling any better?”
you nodded. “a little… the fire is definitely helping.”
swiss hummed, and just drew your body closer to his, trying to use his fire element to warm you up a little, heat enamating from his body.
it certainly helped, but that still didn’t stop your body from shaking with the aftershocks of the cold. that little errand trip with swiss really had your body incredibly cold.
swiss frowned as he noticed you still weren’t completely warm. “y/n? are you alright?”
“i-i’m fine, swiss… just a little chilly..” you tried to reason, but swiss was not buying it.
you clearly were still heavily affected by the unforgiving winds of winter. swiss was racking his brain trying to figure out how to make you warmer.
instinctively, he drew his body closer to yours, wrapping his arms more tightly around you. both of your bodies pressed together rather intimately, making you squeak from the contact.
you liked that a little too much.
and swiss definitely noticed.
he looked down at your body, noticing how you clung to his chest. he definitely liked the closeness, and he couldn’t resist the smirk that grew onto his face. you looked so adorable, curled up into his hold like a little lamb.
suddenly, the multi ghoul got an idea.
“i think i know what to do that’ll help..” swiss whispered in your ear, his voice suddenly dropping to a more husky tone, which definitely caught you off guard.
before you could say much, his tail tightened around your waist, and swiss’ ghoulish nails gently traced shapes into your skin. those little touches already indicated something more… devious.
“i can personally warm you up real good… if you know what i mean.”
you knew how swiss got after all, these kinds of gestures meant something big was gonna happen.
“uh-huh…” you breathlessly whispered, your tone indicating you knew that something not-so-family-friendly was about to happen.
upon hearing those words, a look of lust clouded swiss’ piercing gaze, but it was subtle. he looked down at you and chuckled, licking his lips with his forked tongue.
wrapping his hands around your waist, he hoisted you up onto his lap. you sat yourself between his legs and got comfy, but shifting around against him caused swiss to groan from the friction.
“shit.” swiss cursed, already growing hard in his pants. “stop moving like that.”
“you’re the one that suggested we do this…” you whispered back. “don’t blame me for your rampant horniness.”
swiss just rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing your back against his chest. the sudden movement made you gasp, and swiss’ other hand trailed down from your stomach to the hem of your pants.
“i’m doing you a favor by warming you up, baby.” swiss snarled out, yanking your pants down forcefully along with your underwear.
you just groaned from the feeling, and you could feel swiss’ hot and labored breath against your neck. while you were still shaking from the cold, the sudden temperature difference of swiss’ warmth against your ice cold body was enough to get you turned on.
swiss growled slightly and whispered again. “so you better sit pretty and stay still on my cock.”
his seductive words were alluring, you couldn’t help but moan softly. heat pooled in your stomach from the contact, and swiss snickered at you.
the multi ghoul moved his free hand to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers so his hardened cock could spring free. you could feel the head of it against your back, precum leaking from the tip.
“sit up.” swiss demanded, guiding your hips to hover over his lap, to which you gladly obliged. you sat over him, watching swiss adjust his position so you were over his dick.
and the multi ghoul didn’t waste any time. lowering your hips, swiss sat you down on his cock. the penetrating feeling of him being inside of you was enough to make you moan and writhe around slightly, heat already stirring within the core of your stomach.
swiss was big, and you were definitely feeling it. but it was enough to make a wave of warmth shoot between your legs.
“mmmmh.. s-swiss..”
“fuuckkk that’s it. relax, babe. you can take it.”
swiss fully set you down on his hard, throbbing dick. you could feel his huge engorged length pulse inside of you, and that only made your hole tighten around his shaft, feeling the entire thing just sit inside of you.
immediately you could feel a good amount of warmth resonating inside of your body, causing some of the shivering to subside. swiss’ hands were tight around your waist to keep you still, all while you squirmed on his lap, trying to find some friction.
the two of you moaned as you sat on his cock. your body was feeling so incredibly worked up, and the feeling hot and cold clashing inside of your body only made you whine in anticipation.
“s-swiss…” you whimpered out, feeling swiss’ size really start to effect you.
swiss panted, and pressed his hand against the bulge on your stomach, rubbing it gently. “shhh… it’s okay.. i got you..”
he leaned your head back against his shoulder, and you just let out needy whines and moans of pleasure. swiss was warming you up so good, and you just clamped so tightly around him.
swiss let out a string of curses as he felt you tighten around his dick. running a hand through your hair, you whimpered while he whispered in your ear, promising you something.
“you feeling warm yet? i hope you are, because i’m not letting you off my dick anytime soon.”
you nodded weakly, and just stayed sitting on his lap, feeling that hard cock keep you warm throughout the starry night.
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mirage-aera · 7 months
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•°. *࿐ Truth or dare
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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : All night - The Vamps
Rain x fem!reader
Synopsis: Rain’s s/o got dared by Sodo to ask Rain about his size.
Word count: 1.079
Ghost masterlist
Just a small drabble to get be back into writing.
You and the rest of the ghouls hold a weekly game night. Where you all can just gather, relax, and have fun without a worry. Sometimes Papa will join in on the fun. The games could range from Mario Kart, to UNO, to truth or dare. , maybe throw a twister night in between. It’s always different, but always fun. Tonight, is another day of the weekly game nights. And to everyone’s annoyance. It's Sodo’s turn to pick a game. When it comes to Sodo, you're more likely to play truth or dare than other games. He just likes to get dirt on everyone, maybe even tease you all with his stupid dares. Before the game starts, everyone makes sure that they're on his good side, not wanting to be on the other end of his wrath when it comes to dares.
You arrive with Rain at the commons room. Once you enter the room you notice that everyone has already made themselves at home either on the couch or on the floor. The other ghoulettes made a makeshift ghoul pile. It looks very inviting, to say the least. Sodo snaps his head to you two, “Well well. It seems like the lovebirds did decide to join us after all.” You subtly roll your eyes while Rain lets out an annoyed groan. “Yeah yeah, we know you’re miserable being lonely but no need to make fun of us.” You jab at his love life. Instantaneously you regret that opened your mouth. He’s totally going to give you a dare, and not a nice one. “Watch your mouth.” He says to you. You sit next to Swiss and Rain. “Let the game night commence!!” Phantom yells out excitedly. Aether chuckles, “yes, let the game night commence. Since it’s Sodo’s night let’s start with him.” Sodo grins and looks over at everyone. Some cowering away from his gaze, hoping he won’t pick them. Eventually, he smirks, “Swiss.” The mentioned ghoul next to you tenses up and mutters out a quiet “fuck”.
“So Swiss, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
A series of outbursts ring throughout the room. None expected for Swiss to choose truth. He must’ve done something bad to piss Sodo off. “Who was your worst partner during sex?” Swiss groans, “goddamnit Sodo.” Sodo smirks and waves him off, “Go on, we’re waiting.” Swiss chews on his bottom lip, “it was one of the newer sisters here.” This peaked everyone’s interest.
“Who?”
“Which one?”
“Is it the blonde?”
“How bad?”
“I hate you Sodo.”
The room bursts into laughter. The ghoulettes are gossiping on who it could be. Sodo smirks, “answer the questions.” Swiss shakes his head no, “that wasn’t part of the ask. You can find that out on your own terms.” He sulks as he curls onto himself. “Mount, truth or dare.” He mumbles.
“Dare.”
“I dare you to eat a spicy pepper.”
Mountain can’t deal with heat very well so this should be interesting. He reluctantly gets up and waltzes to the kitchen to fetch said pepper. He came out with the small very spicy one. He frowns, “it’s the only one we have left.” Swiss laughs, “eat up big boy.” Mountain flips him and puts the pepper in his mouth and swallows it quickly. His lips are getting red from the spice, his nose is running, and he’s bolting to the fridge to get milk. A couple of minutes later he returns, sits back down, and glares at Swiss. “Aether, truth or dare.”
“Truth.”
“Are you enjoying sorting out papers for Sister Imperator?”
Aether frowns, “I prefer to be on stage making music with you all, but I suppose it’s not too bad. I still get to play just not on stage anymore.”
And this cycle continues for a while. Then it was Sodo’s turn again. He turns to you, “(Y/n), truth or dare.” To show you aren’t afraid of dares, albeit a bit stupid of you. You choose dare. He grins, “great!” He pauses to think for a bit. If there was a lightbulb next to his it would’ve surely lit up. He leans over to you and whispers, “ask loverboy of his size.” You groan. You mentally make a note to apologise to Rain after this game. “Rain?” He nods. “How big are you?” He tilts his head like a puppy. “Shouldn’t you know this? I’m 5 ft 10.” The room bursts into laughter yet again. You facepalm, “that’s not what I meant. I meant how big are you, in bed?” The confusion only grows on his face. “In bed? I’d still be 5 ft 10, but sideways.” The ghouls and ghoulettes are laughing again. Wheezing could be heard, some are even letting out tears because they’re laughing so much. “Rain, honey. It’s Sodo, what do you think he’s implying.” He makes an ‘o’ shape with his mouth. He laughs, “bigger than him that’s for sure.” Sodo’s jaw drops.
“You did not just say that,” Sodo says, flabbergasted. Rain smiles, “yes I did.” Sodo sulks, “I don’t want to play this game anymore. Let’s play Uno or something.” Everyone agrees to save his dignity.
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“Stop skipping me cumulus!! How many do you even have?!" Cirrus exclaims in frustration. Which earns a solid laugh from her. “I’m sorry Cirrus, but I have to use these cards up.” Her eyebrow twitches, “you could’ve used them up before Phantom reversed!!!” Cumulus chuckles, “sorry love, there can only be one air ghoulette winner tonight.” “Oh I’ll show you winner…” Cirrus mumbles under her breath.
As the night goes on, and games of uno go on. One by one ghouls and ghoulettes alike are heading to bed. Sooner than later only you, Rain, and Sodo remain. You play a round, you win. You play another, and Sodo wins. By the third round, you’re getting tired and start dozing off. Rain notices, he finishes the game with Sodo, puts your and his cards away, drapes your arms around his neck and stands up. Which makes you clutch onto him like a koala. “I’m taking this one to bed. Good night Sodo.” He wishes you both a good night and heads to bed himself. Rain carries you over to his room and sets you down on the bed. As you make yourself comfortable under his sheets. He gets undressed and climbs into bed next to you. He wraps his tail around yours and holds you against his chest as you both doze off.
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nameless-ghoul-trash · 7 months
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Papa emeritus IV X Ghoul!Mom!F!Reader (Part 1)
Ghouls age different than humans. (Y/N) was a perfect example of this fact. Through her many years in the abbey, she was unchanging, compared to her human counterparts. Keeping almost the same unearthly grace and beauty she had the day they were summoned. She has seen so many faces come and go as she remained to same in appearance.
The quintessence ghoul had been around the abbey for as long as anyone could remember. Summoned nearly 7 generations of Papa's ago, by Papa Nihals grandfather. Before even the ghost project ghouls.
Due to this (Y/N) grew to hold humans, and even ghouls, at arms length. Leaving her private life her own. She was also known to rarely take lovers, if any at all. Tired of grieving the losses of companions throughout her time as a part of the ministry. This never stopped her from being kind, though. She took care of everyone around her. Making sure everyone is fed, clean, happy, and healthy. She had earned the nickname "Ma" and "Mama Ghoul" because of her motherly nature. Little does anyone know she is just that, a mom. A mom who misses her kit.
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Lightly proof read.
Warning: sodo being a softy?, Cussing
Part 2
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You looked around the common area, making a mental checklist of the tasks that needed to be done. Placing your headphones in, you quickly got to work cleaning the areas. You were charged with keeping the ghoul dens clean, tidy, and stocked. It was just one of the many chores you completed daily. While most of the ghouls were out doing their own things, you would care for the dens. Ensuring everyone had a nice place to come to by the end of the day. The dens span over the east wing of the abbey. The different eras of the ghost project having their own spaces and one large den for the rest of the ghouls in the abbey. That's where your room was. You were currently in the den for the Imprea era ghouls. This one being made up of 12 bed rooms, only 8 of which were occupied, a common area, and a small but comfortable kitchen. It is the last ghoul den that needed done for the day.
   You make your way around gathering the different "nesting" materials laying in various areas of the room. Folding the blankets, you hang all of them one by one on the blanket ladders. You fallow by placing the pillows in their respective spots and putting the random articles of clothing stung about in the hamper. Wiping down and dusting the needed surfaces, you finish by vacuuming and taking out the trash. Doing a once over of the space, you deem it good enough. Pulling out your headphones, you look over to the clock on the wall. Quarter till noon. Almost lunch time. Turning off all the lights, you make your out into the hall. You would be back later that night. It was your turn to clean up after supper.
Making your way to the dining hall in the larger ghouls den, you grab a light lunch and make your way toward the emptiest table available. You prefer to eat in the ghouls den over the regular dining hall, like most ghouls. Avoiding the crowds and loudness that comes with dining with all the siblings of sin. You avoided them whenever possible. Hearing heavy footsteps approaching, you turn slightly. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a very unpleased looking Sodo making his way towards you. His tail thrashed behind him violently. Reaching the table, he pulls out his chair and throws himself in it, arms crossed, looking straight ahead. If his body language didn't signale that he was pissed, the heat rolling off his body in waves sure did. Blinking at him, you note the ghoulettes, swiss and rain take a seat further down to long table beside Sodo. You also take notice of the absence of two other ghouls that were typically with the group. Turning your attention back to Sodo, you search for an explanation. "Hey, what wrong?"  You asked Sodo softy. He looked over to you and seemed ready to explode. "They pulled Aether from the upcoming tour. Ma, the fuck are we supposed to do?" His out burst startled you slightly but you were quick to recover. Sodo retracted into himself trying not to let grief and anger over take him. Casting a glance at the others they seem to be in a similar states of distress. Grabbing onto Sodo, you drug him into a standing position with little to no protest. Nodding for the others to fallow you, you leave your lunch abandoned on the table. Leading them all to you room to avoid unwanted attention. "Where is Aether and Mountain?" You asked, opening your door to let everyone in. "Aether is still with Copia and Sister Imperator. Mountain is probably in the garden. He split off after we left practice."  Swiss answered. The taller ghoul did not come to you in search of comfort as often as the others did. You never pushed him to either. He would when he needed it.
    Sitting down on the ground in a circle, you had Cumulus to your left and Sodo to your right. Opening the arms, you let him lean into you. You had always had a soft spot for him. He reminded you of your kit in ways. High energy and a quick tongue. Then again, Rain and him shared similar traits to. You had not seen him in so long. 
   "Okay, tell me what happened." You throw out. Everyone started talking at once, overlapping each others words. "Hey! Okay, one at a time!" You called out. "We were in practice. Everything was fine, but Sister Imperator came in and announced the need for a band meeting." Rain answered first, Cirrus picking up where he left off. "Going on about pulling Aether and summoning a replacement. Blah, blah, blah. We don't need a replacement! Aether is just fine!" She throws her hands up, tail thuding on the floor. "Did Papa know? Was he part of the decision?" You pushed. "I don't think so. He was pretty upset, too."  It was Cumulus' turn to answer. The thought pained you a little. You had met Copia in his early twenties, but only getting to learn who he was as a person when he had become Cardinal. He was awkward but had always been kind and did not ask for a lot. He never treated you any different than he did any human. Occasionally, you would run into each other in the garden or in the halls, and he would always take the time to exchange pleantries or take a short walk with you. He had also asked to help if you were working on chores every now and then. You had become quite fond of him. None of that changed even after he became Papa, though you did see him less and less.
    "He was trying to talk to Imperator with Aether when we were dismissed."  Sodo mumbles into your shoulder. "They can't take Aeth away. I don't understand." Looking down at the fire ghoul, you rubbed his back in a comforting manner. Using some of your quintessence for added affect. "Was it explained why they are replacing him?" You asked. It didn't make much sense to you why they would. Aether is one of Copia's longest standing ghouls. He was also fiercely loyal. They all were. To there Papa and to each other. Everyone stayed quiet for a moments, the tension that had slowly been dissipating started to rise once more. "Sister Imperators' only reasoning was something about the need for someone new. Possibly someone younger."  Swiss's words made your blood turned to ice, tail twitching and ears flattening back. You had heard something similar said by Sister Imperator some time ago. It ended with a certain Papa you had considered a close friend dead.
      Aether was one of the older one in the group, yes, but they had just introduced Aurora to the band in place of Sunshine for this tour. "I'm going to go talk to Papa. See if I can't figure out more of what's going on." You let a pouting Sodo sit up, getting to your feet. "You guys are free to lounge around in here if you want. I'll be back later."  You quickly made her exit, closing the door softly.
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    Sodo looked at the ghouls around him. Ripping his mask off, he flops back with a groan. "This is turning out to be a shit day. And to top it off (Y/N)'s upset now, too."  Sodo sounded defeated. Sodo had an attachment to the older ghoul. She had always had a way of calming him and getting him to talk. Always being there to help. Burn a hole in his clothes? No problem, she'll add patches. Have a headache? She'll offer to rub your neck and temples. He had always been able to rely on her. So had all the others. "We should probably go find Mountain and see if Aether is out of the meeting yet." Rain suggested. Everyone grumbles their agreements. Collectively, they stood and made their way to the door, Sodo slipping his mask back on.
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    You had checked the practice room first in hopes of finding Copia. No such luck. You now found your at his office door. Taking a second to breath, you reins in your thoughts. You knew getting attached to anyone would get you in unwanted situations again, but the group had weaseled their way into the spaces of your heart.
    With a sigh, you knocked on the door and waited a second for a reply. After hearing a muffled "Enter," you let yourself in. Moving into the office, it smelt heavily of burning incense. Looking around the room, you take in the different details. From the couch to your right to the little trinkets that litter one of his bookshelves on the left. (E/C) eyes finally settled on Copia at his desk. "Oh! Fiore! Please, sit! What brings you here?"  He scrambled to clean up his desk and make himself presentable. "I am far from a fragile little flower, Papa." You giggled, taking a seat in the chair placed in front of his desk, tail curling up towards your thigh. Soft eyes take him in. He looks like he'd been crying. His eyes are bloodshot and puffy, and his papal makeup smeared beyond saving. "Not all flowers are, cara, some are deadly and have a bite to them. And please! Call me Copia." He graces you with a soft smile.  "Now what brings a bel fiore, such as yourself, to me today?" Sigh softy, you lock eyes with Copia. "Your ghouls came to me about today. What's going on? They are all angry and upset." Copia's faces falls and a sadness seeps deep into his eyes. Slumping back into his chair, he takes a deep breath. "I am assuming you are talking about the Aether situation?" You nod. "Sister is using it as a form of punishment for me. I am not meeting her expectations. This is her way of telling me, "Get your act together."" He says the last part in a mocking manner. A look of shock crosses your face. "I hope she realizes that you are not the only one that she is punishing with this. The entire band will feel this. It will affect them all on an almost catastrophic level! Aether is an important part of the band." A look of desperation falls over his face. "(Y/N), fiore, I am well aware. Ma cosa devo fare? I tried. She would not budge. I realize what is at stake here, but there is only so much I can do!" They both go silent for a couple of moments. Realization settled in the pit the pit of your stomach. He truly had no control over her decisions. Copia rans his gloved hands over his face, smearing the papal paint more. "Is she sending him back to the pit?" You whispered the question.
You half yearned to go back, but afraid of what you would do if the time ever came. You had been in the abbey so long. You would leave so much behind, but what about what you had left in the pit. You were giving up something either way. "Lucifer, no! That is something I would never allow! This could just be temporary. I will figure something out. Sister plans to summon the new ghoul next friday."  9 days from now. You studied him. He looked truly exhausted. "You're going to have to go talk to them."  Copia let out a defeated sigh, "I know."  "They are devastated." "I know. I know."  "So what are you going to do?" He sat in thought at the question. He was good with the ghouls. They were his family, but this was uncharted territory for them all. "Will you help me talk to them?" He seems unsure of himself at his own question. When you didn't answer immediately, he started to ramble, neck and ears turning red. "You don't have to if you don't want to! I just figured the ghouls hold you in a high regard and that -" "I'll help." You cut him off, offering a small smile. "When do you want to do it?"  Copia visibly relaxed. He was honestly slightly surprised that you agreed. "After supper tonight? After they have eaten?" Copia suggested. You nodded. "That'll work. I have supper clean up for their den tonight." 
Copia smiled at you. "Molto bene! Then it is set! Meet at the den around 6:30?"  "That works."  Setting his hands on his desk, he is a little more cheerful.
     "Now that we have a plan, tell me,  il mio fiore, how have you been? Our little chats have grown to be few and far between. I think about you sometimes, though!" His word brings a small blush to your face. "I have been alright, I suppose. Just busy. How have you been, Copia?" 
      "I have been very busy myself. With all my duties as Papa and now the in coming tour. It's has been quite a lot to handle, but we make due. Sister is not always pleased I have found." Copia quiets at the end. "I will get everything under control, though. I just have to, emmm, figure it all out."  He says with what seems to be almost a fained confidence. Like he was trying to convince himself more than you. "You can ask for help, Copia. With all your duties and paperwork." You flick one of the many piles of paper on his desk. "You know that, right? You truly are not alone in this. I'm sure most of us would be willing to step in and help if you just ask."  Copia stilled, as if what you said surprised him. "I could never ask anyone to take on my work. Especially on top of everything you all already do." You giggle softly at him. He is so stubborn.  "Copia, I'm sure it would be fine. Hell, I'll help you get caught up every night after my chores if you need. You have a lot on your plate right now and have to prepare to welcome a new ghoul into your circle soon. That's not going to be an easy feat. I bet you could get it done in no time if you let people help." Copia took in every word.
     The man had always liked you. He had developed a small crush on you in his younger years. He never could quite get over it, but he never acted on it too much, either. The occasional flirty compliment or a small effort to go out of his way to make conversation, but nothing past that.  "I suppose you are right. I appreciate the offer, fiore. Truly, but you have much on your plate as well. I will take your advice and look into getting help."  You laughed gently. Moving to stand up, you offered a small smile. "I hope you do. I have chores the need finished, so unfortunately, I'm going to cut our time short. Thank you for your time. I'll see you at 6:30." Copia makes his way around the desk and over to the door. "Yes, thank you for coming to me. I will see you then." He opens the door for you. Stopping at in the frame, you look back to him. "Oh, and one more thing." He waits a moment. "They regard you just as high. Don't ever doubt your ghouls." With that, you take your leave. Closing the door, Copia strides back to his desk. Taking a seat, he let out a long breath. He has a lot to think about.
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Bel - lovely
Fiore - flower
Cara - dear
Ma cosa devo fare - but what am i to do?
Molto bene - very good
Il mio fiore - my flower
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Hello friends! I decided to turn this into a multi part series. I hope you enjoy part 1! I appreciate any feedback as this I my first fic. I am also accepting requests. Thank you for your read!
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of-dragonss · 1 year
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incorrect quotes with the band ghost and reader
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Sodo: Do you think I don’t like you? I do. I would kill for you.
Sodo: Please ask me to kill for you.
Y/n: First of all, calm down.
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Sodo: I trust Aether
Y/N: You think he knows what he’s doing?
Sodo: I wouldn't go that far.
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Cirrus: Why are Y/n and Rain sitting with their backs to each other?
Mountain: They had a fight.
Cirrus: Then why are they holding hands?
Mountain: They get sad when they fight.
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Y/n: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?
Aether, turning to Sodo: How tall are you?
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Y/n: We need to get through this locked door. Copia, give me your credit card.
Copia, handing his credit to you: Here.
Y/n, pocketing it: Thanks. Aether, kick down the door.
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Rain: What does 'take out' mean?
Aether: Food.
Y/n: Dating.
Sodo: Murder.
Swiss: It can mean all three if you’re not a coward.
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