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dazed-and-confused23 · 14 days

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Dear Heart and Gentle People 3

Summary: It's been a couple of months since you've seen your ghoul. Neither of you expects to cross paths in the Mojave.

Pairings: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard x Female Reader

Warnings. Some heavy putting and kissing here. Alcohol as well, i guess exhibitionist behavior?

Part 4 -> HERE

Freeside is one of the largest and relatively safest cities that Cooper has been to in his two hundred years on this cursed Earth. People still try to kill him, what's new, but this place has tall stone walls and well-meaning gangs that patrol the broken streets. The Kings make him huff and twist his lips as nostalgia hits him like a deathclaw.

The only bar in town is called The Atomic Wrangler, and Cooper castes his gazes across the bar and stage before he turns to the twins who own the establishment. They introduce themselves as Francsine and James Garrett, and Cooper tilts his hat in a greeting and orders a stiff drink.

Several hours later, he sits at a table, legs extended and pleasantly drunk as he laughs with the other patrons of the bar at the comedian on stage. He makes a sound of confusion when a shadow suddenly falls upon him, and then there is a smoothskin blocking his view. The curse that bubbles falls to the wayside when he looks up and realizes that it's not just any smoothskin. It was his.

You smile down at the Ghoul, that familiar amused quirk of your lips that Cooper hadn't realized he'd missed so much. So much had changed since the last time he had seen you, that this almost felt like meeting you for the first time all over again. Coop blinked up at you, jaw dropping as you step between his open legs, and proceeded to sit in his lap.

"Fancy meeting you here, cowpoke," you say, and despite his brain being soaked in alcohol, Cooper wasn't a complete fucking idiot. His hands find your hips and drag you close, manhandling you until you sit pressed flush to his front, your core already hot and pulsing with need. His cock throbs in his pants, and Coop bucks forward, a quiet sigh of pleasure escaping him at the friction.

"I'm too drunk for pillow talk, baby," the ghoul rumbles and his hands find your ass, massaging the globes harshly, and ruts up in a slow grind against your covered cunt. He finds your eyes, licks his teeth, and dives in to bite along the collom of your throat. He trails up your jaw and then your cheeks, lingering there as he hisses in your ear.

"Better get me outta here before I fuck you in front of all thae people. Give 'em a real show."

Your thighs quake at the dark promise, and you have to really think to yourself. Would anyone notice? Would anyone care?

Cooper watches your reaction, and a slow, evil grin creeps along his face. One hand leaves your ass and slides around, his thumb slipping between the apex of your legs and rubbing against your clothed clit. The pressure has you cursing quietly and falling forward, your face resting in the crook of the ghoul's neck. He laughs, rough and deep in your ear.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Darlin'. You'd want to show everyone in here just who you fuckin belong to."

You hiss through your teeth, already feeling like you're at the end of the rope. You hump against his hand, wanting to come so badly it hurts. Cooper goes back to sucking dark marks into your flesh, teeth nipping harshly, and it takes an embarrassingly quick time for you to tip over the edge.

Cooper swallows your whine with a kiss, shoving his tongue past your lips and tasting the nuka and rum you'd had earlier. He keeps you close as you come down from your high, kissing you until you have to push yourself away from him.

You already look fucked out, but Coop isn't nearly done with you, and tucks his arms under your ass and stands from his seat. He marches to the bar, where James hands him a key to the corner room upstairs without a word.

#cooper howard #fallout #fallout prime #fallout tv series #x reader #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard x reader #dear hears and gentle people

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chapel-of-rizztual · 6 months

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I will pay you all the money in the world for you to say more about aethers double knot

DOUBLEKNOTAETHERDOUBLEKNOTAETHERDOUBLEKNOTAETHERDOUBLEKNOTAETHER DOUBLEKNOTAETHERDOUBLEKNOTAETHERDOUBLEKNOTAETHERDOUBLEKNOTAETHER

This isn’t edited so if you see a mistake no you didn’t

Dew looked up at Aether from where he was pinned under the bigger ghoul with a shocked look on his face. “What do you mean there’s two?!”

Aether licks at Dew’s neck, completely un- phased by Dew’s mini freak out.

“There’s two.” He licks at his scent glad. “You know, there’s one plus another one. That makes two.”

“You didn’t think to mention that before you started fucking me?!” Dew let’s out a high pitched squeak as Aether thrusts into him, hitting his prostate dead on.

“And miss the look on your face? I don’t think so.” Aether smiles at him evilly.

“I-what? Two?! Are you sure there’s two? It’s not like one big one like Mountain?” Dew still can’t believe what he just heard.

Aether rolls his eyes and pulls out, slapping his cock on Dew’s belly. “See for yourself.”

Dew sits up on his elbows and stains his neck to get a better look. The size of his cock covers Dew’s completely and that alone has his head spinning. But the thing that makes him go completely dizzy was his knot. Right at the base of his cock was the usual swelling of a knot, nothing unusual about it, it was the perfect size for Aethers cock. But directly behind that was another knot, Slightly bigger then the first in perfect line with each other.

Dew gulps, looking back up at Aether with the same look of shock on his face. “There’s no way I can take them both.”

Aether growls, grabbing at Dew’s thighs and pulls him down the bed more.

“You can.” He lines himself back up with his hole. “And you will.” He slams himself back in, all the way in so the first knot it bumping against Dew with each thrust.

Dew flops back down onto his back with a moan, his hands gripping at Aethers shoulders. “Oh-oh shit- Aeth, fuck. So good. So good.”

“Yeah? You gunna let me knot you? Gunna let me pop both of them into your tiny hole and stretch you out?” Aether fold Dew in half and fold his

legs back so they’re behind his head. “Wanna watch you take them. Wanna watch as my knots ruin you for everyone else.”

Dew all but screams and he claws down Aethers back, feeling the first knot get pushed into the rim of his ass harder and harder with each thrust.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re gunna take them. Keep them nice and warm for me while I fill you up.” Aether pants into his ear, feeling his orgasm creeping up in him. “Fuck, Dew. Gunna keep you stuck on them, keep you there for hours.”

Dew whines, all high pitched and feminine, his head rolling back into the pillow. He feels tears gathering in the waterline of his eyes.

“A-aeth. Fuck, please. Want them. Both of them Knot me, please.” He hooks his arms under his legs and bends himself further back, speeding himself open even more.

Aether moans, feeling the first knot expand even more and press against Dew’s rim. “Oh fuck yeah, baby. Open yourself up for me, Gunna fill you up so good.”

He gives one last thrust and the first knot bullies it’s self past Dew’s rim and pushing into him with a pop. Dew gasps out, the pressure in his belly already too much. There’s more pressure on his rim and his eyes widen when he remembers the second knot gets slowly pushed into him.

“Oh fuck, Aether. It’s so much, it’s too much. Can’t- can’t do it.” Dew heaves, feeling tears spill from his eyes and down his face. “There’s- there’s no more room, I’m too full.”

Aether growls again, gripping at Dew’s thighs tightly. “You can take it. I know you can.” He gives a harsh thrust of his hips, watching as his second knot stretches out Dew even future. “Now be a good boy and fucking take it.”

The second knot pops fully into Dew and he screams, his whole body spasming as he cums completely untouched across his chest and little on his own face. He feels so full, fuller then he’s ever been before in his life. He can feel both knots throb in him as Aether starts cumming, filling him even more.

They still for a couple of seconds, letting the waves of both their orgasms wash over them and taper off. Aether carefully unfolds Dew so his legs are wrapped around his hips, his eyes widening at the sight before him. “Fuck, look at that.”

Dew blinks down hazily to where Aether is staring so intensely. “F-fuck. Is that you?”

At the bottom of Dew’s belly, right between his hip bones are two very large bumps protruding from his belly. Dew runs his hand over the bumps, his belly twitching under his touch and pressed into one of them. He feels Aether throb inside and him and sees it from the outside through his belly.

“Fuck, Aeth, that’s you. I can see them.”

Aether groans, falling his head forward to rest again Dew’s forehead. “Oh fuck, baby. That’s so hot. I’m never going to pull out. Going to keep you stuck on my knots forever.”

Dew clenches around him, feeling Aether twitch inside him. “That better be a fucking promise.”

#ficlet #the band ghost #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #My writing

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wrathofrats · 2 months

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45 or 16 for the kiss prompts ? <3

Hi I chose angry kiss and we decided on swisstom so

Sorry this took a hot sec I was researching nursing lesson plans for like an hour between paragraphs so dw bout it

Swiss teaches phantom some magic but is insecure about his powers. Hurt comfort, bug is a sweetie and Swiss is a bit stupid but we love him. I got carried away, enjoy!

A jolt of quintessence sparked out of Phantom's hand to close the makeshift wound Swiss had cut into an apple. He smiled as the skin formed back together, sealing the cut and making it seem as if nothing had ever happened.

“Great job bug” Swiss smiles grabbing the apple to throw in the air, a testament to show it had been healed. “Before you know it you’ll be working in the infirmary with the other Quints”

“What’s next?” Phantom asks, flipping through the book in front of him. He skims a couple pages, paper wrinkled and worn with aethers messy handwriting scribbled between lines. It was well loved, a gift passed down from his mentor.

Swiss hums, leaning over phantoms shoulder to read along with him, attempting to pick out a lesson suitable for his skills so he could teach phantom.

This had become their routine. Nights where aether and omega had to stay late or had other plans, Swiss would step in to use his limited knowledge in an attempt to get phantom caught up on his work. Just showing him basic things, all he could do being a multi, but aether and omega assured him it was necessary for phantom to learn the small things.

The problem came about when phantom no longer needed to learn the small things, having mastered small scrapes and cuts. He no longer needed Swiss.

A sharp pain hits his chest as phantom picks out another lesson he wants to try.

“This one mentions locating pain. We could try that!” Phantom smiles at the ghoul standing over him. He points at a page Swiss has never seen before, something about being able to find pain in the body in order to treat it. Swiss has quelled minor headaches and bruises sure, but he’s never attempted to find anything, he doesn’t think he even has the grasp needed on his magic to try.

“Oh we could save that for omega, why don’t you pick out another one?” Swiss suggests, reaching over in an attempt to flip the pages

“This is the next lesson, shouldn’t we focus on this?” Phantom asks.

“Well if that’s the case we should just go over the wound healing again, I think you may have missed a spot on the apple, just wanna make sure you have it down before I hand you over again” there’s a nervousness to his voice. An uncertainty as he looks over the apple he knows is completely fine. Hell even he couldn’t do that, Swiss is more than aware when he heals wounds they come out wrong. The skin is wrinkled and scarred, a good enough solution but not the skills anyone would want when there’s a real quint around.

Phantom stares at him with a confused look, “no I didn’t, why can’t we move on? I need to have some of this at least attempted before I go back to the infirmary”

“Because I said so. I’m the one teaching you and I’m telling you you need more practice” the tone in Swiss’ voice makes them both wince. Harsh like a disappointed teacher would scold a child. He didn’t mean for it to be. Swiss mostly wanted the situation to be dropped, so he wouldn’t have to admit he didn’t know how to do the thing phantom is asking for. He doesn’t possess enough magic or knowledge to help him effectively and those thoughts, even if they’re racing through his head, are too much to admit. An innate pride in being older and more experienced, and the burning shame when you realize that your student may be better than you.

“You’re being a dick Swiss, just let me try it” phantom says with no real venom to his words. A light hearted attempt to keep the situation from tipping over a more upsetting edge that he can feel coming. He can see Swiss’ jaw clench and the way his hands ball up as he bites out his words.

“No bug. We are done for the day” Swiss closes the book and practically rips it from phantoms hands to put it away while he gawks at him in disbelief.

“Do you not trust me or something?” Phantom asks, “am I just not good enough or what?”

“I didn’t say that”

“Oh but you’re fucking showing it. I don’t understand why you’re refusing to let me finish my lesson” the tension in the room tips over as phantom hops off his stool to confront Swiss. A sad growl to his voice trying to puff his chest to the ghoul that’s probably twice his size.

“Drop it. We are done and aether will pick back up with you later” Swiss turns to leave before phantom is grabbing his arm.

“You going to tell them I fucked it up or something? Tell them how I should be placed somewhere else since you clearly don’t trust me? What is your problem?”

“Bug it’s not-“

“It’s something! I obviously did something wrong and you’re refusing to tell me what!” There’s a wrinkle to phantoms nose in an attempt to not let any tears form. He’s being a bit more dramatic than he should be he's sure but with him looking up to Swiss, the disapproval he seems to have is enough to send phantom flailing.

“You didn’t do anything”

“Yes I did! Please just-“

Phantom is cut off by Swiss crashing their lips together. Forceful and anything but the sweet kisses phantom is used to getting, no this has a rage behind it. A raw cutting edge while Swiss grabs his shoulders and tries to pull him closer.

There’s no sexuality behind it. They both barely move their heads. Simply molding their lips together while the tension fades around them,

Swiss pulls away first, “you didn’t do anything lovebug” he admits “it’s me, I’m the problem”

“What?”

“I got frustrated I couldn’t teach you anything else, my powers aren’t as strong as yours are becoming, youre flying through these lessons and I’m so proud of you” he starts “but I didn’t want you to think any less of me because I no longer can help you”

Phantom returns with a confused look, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips “I don’t care if you can’t help me, that’s not anywhere close to why I love you” he laughs a bit “I know there’s a point where you can’t teach me, and that’s ok because I don’t want you to be my teacher forever idiot, I love you for you”

“I know, I’m sorry I was being stupid” Swiss returns the smile

“Besides, the geriatrics can be a bit stuck up about it. You’re much more fun”

#they’re idiots your honor #I thought this was sweet #hurt/comfort #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #wrath writes #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul

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littlehypnone · 5 months

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I have a fic request: imagine dew finding mountain outside in the cold, sobbing and trying to hug all his potted plants close to himself and having little holes and started from the thorned plants all on his chest and arms

If this makes you uncomfy you don't have to do anything!!

hi! it was okay for me to write, it didn't make me uncomfy so dw, but oh my poor earth boy :(

also, an ask I answered earlier today made me think about ghouls mixing up mama and papa and dew being called mama, so I threw some of that into this ficlet. @sphylor you may be interested :)

1045 words, little mostly non-verbal mountain, cg mama dew, what it says in the ask, mountain is sad about his plants, there's crying, he also hurt himself a bit but there's a happy, cuddly ending

“Hey, did Mountain come?” Dewdrop shouted from the kitchen. He was finishing up cooking the dinner, the call was ten minutes ago and everyone was already seated by the table. Everyone but Mountain.

“Nope,” Swiss answered.

“Well,” the fire ghoul stepped out into the common room dressed in a pink apron, pot full of potatoes in one hand, a plastic spoon in the other, “has anyone seen him at all today?”

All the ghouls murmured something to each other, trying to figure out who was the last one to have seen Mountain. At some point Phantom spoke up, “I think I saw him going outside earlier but that was hours ago.”

Dewdrop thought for a moment. It was snowing, way too cold for the earth ghoul to wander outside, why would he… “Oh, no.”

He all but dropped the potatoes onto the table, murmuring something along the lines of ‘sauce is in the kitchen, eat’ before throwing the apron off and rushing out of the room. He ran straight outside, flip flops on his feet, and in the direction of Mountain’s main greenhouse. Dewdrop bursted inside, but the earth ghoul was nowhere to be seen. Stressed out of his mind Dew stepped outside once again. Snow was hitting his skin but it was melting right away. “Mounty? Rosey?”

Dewdrop’s ears twitched when he heard a sniffle and a whine from behind the greenhouse. He rushed to round the corner and then to Mountain’s side when he saw him. The earth ghoul was curled on the ground, his clothes wet from the snow. He was shivering and crying, he had his arms around a few potted plants in his lap, a few more laying next to him.

“Oh, Rosey,” Dewdrop immediately wrapped himself around Mountain as much as he could, pushing his warmth into the freezing ghoul. “Why did you come out here all alone? It's so cold, baby.”

Mountain lifted his head slightly with a pained little whimper and looked at Dew with big, teary eyes before shaking his head.

“No words?” the fire ghoul asked. Mountain nodded. “That’s okay, no need to speak, just give me nods and shakes of your head, alright, Rosey?”

Mountain nodded again and Dewdrop forced himself to smile a bit, even though his heart ached for the poor earth ghoul. “I’ve got you now, I need to take you back inside, baby. It’s way too cold for you out here.”

The little ghoul whined and tried to tighten his hold on his plants. That made him wince, as if in pain, and Dewdrop didn’t miss it. “What is it, are you hurt? I know, Rosey, but I need to see.”

The fire ghoul first uncurled himself from around Mountain, then tried to look him over. He sighed sadly when he noticed the issue. Some of the plants the ghoul was hugging to his chest had thorns, and he gripped them so hard he made little holes in his shirt and had them digging into his skin and scratching it.

“Mounty, I need you to listen to me for a second, okay? I know you are very sad about your plants, I would be sad too, but right now, we need to take care of you, alright? I have an offer, can you listen to me?” Dewdrop waited for an affirming nod, knowing Mountain had a tendency to tune out what was happening around when he was panicking.

He nodded. “Alright, baby. What about we get you up, go put all your plants into the greenhouse, so you can take care of them when you feel better, and then I’ll take you inside?”

Mountain seemed to be thinking the proposition over, not entirely willing to leave his plants, but knowing Dewdrop knows better and he should listen to him. Soon enough, he nodded shakily and let the fire ghoul unwrap him, careful of the thorns still way too close to Mountain’s skin for Dew’s liking.

“Come on up then, baby, can you stand?” the fire ghoul asked and waited patiently for Mountain to stand up. As soon as he did, Dewdrop opened his arms for him to fall into. Dew wanted to warm him up a bit before they’d do anything else, he was so, so cold.

“Time to go, Rosey,” Dewdrop said after a few moments. The earth ghoul whined but pulled away, rubbing at his teary eyes with his fist. He must’ve been exhausted, too. “Okay, now we act quickly and go, okay? Let’s put your plants into the wheelbarrow, I’ll melt the snow.”

Dewdrop did exactly that. He quickly melted the snow inside the barrow, dumped the water out and within a few minutes all the sad plants were loaded and ready to move inside the greenhouse. Mountain was visibly feeling a bit better by the time they closed the doors and Dewdrop gave him a hand to hold as they walked back to the Abbey.

Back inside the fire ghoul made Mountain, who was getting very sleepy, get rid of the cold, wet clothes. Dewdrop looked him over, ultimately deciding he didn’t need Aether’s help with the tiny, thorn-caused injuries. Soon enough, Mountain was dressed in his favorite onesie that Cumulus made for him, with a soother in between his lips as he snuggled as close to Dewdrop as he could.

“Are you feeling alright now, Rosey?” the fire ghoul asked, running warm hands up and down Mountain’s body.

“Mhm,” he spat the soother out, “mama…”

Mountain froze and immediately curled away from Dewdrop, embarrassment washing over him, even though the fire ghoul didn’t react in any way. Inside he did feel a pang of shock. Usually he was ‘papa’, but Mountain had a thing with mixing up words when small, especially as tired as he was. Dewdrop thought he shouldn’t like it, that dysphoria should've reared it ugly head but… it didn’t. He liked it, he liked being that to Mountain.

“It’s okay, baby,” the fire ghoul assured, kissing the top of his head, “I can be your mama. It’s alright.”

Mountain looked up at him shyly, searching for signs Dew was lying. He found none, and relaxed again as Dewdrop guided the soother back into his mouth. He was asleep in a flash.

#hypno writes #little ghouls #little mountain #age regression #cg dewdrop

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multiverselibrarian · 9 days

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Of Apocalypse Dogs and Grief

As someone who has been grieving the dog who saved my life and as an analytical nerd through and through, Fallout hit me deep.

Obviously Dogmeat (CXC404) is not the main focus of this series, but the Ghoul bonding with him was one of those dynamics that just made me sob. As a long time fan of science fiction/zombie media/apocalyptic media I’ve come to expect the cliche dog relationship. However, since the sudden death of my dog around a year ago, I’ve avoided some of my all time favorite movies to curb the hurt (I am Legend, for example). When this show came out, though, my excitement overshadowed that unspoken rule I had made for myself and I forgot my caution.

This slip up ultimately gifted me with so many wonderful memories to relive and also a reminder of one facet of grief I had yet to pay attention to.

For me personally, the most impactful scene of this topic was the brief clip of Dogmeat curling up on Cooper as he thought of his old dog, Rosevelt, from his past life.

“I’m sorry Dogmeat but you ain’t him.”

I could dive into how masterfully portrayed the Ghoul’s character is, and how the writing employed many interesting situations to show the audience his lasting humanity and vulnerability. Instead, I just miss my boy.

Because the Ghoul is right, nothing can compare to home. And that’s what my dog was to me: my home. It feels like I’ve been traversing my own wasteland without him ever since, which is disgustingly unfair because of all the zombie adventures I had imagined for the two of us.

I think a lot of my generation daydreams of the hypothetical post-apocalyptic world. Somehow it has become this fun future for when all the stress of our day-to-day catastrophes have boiled over and all we have left to do is breathe and survive the aftermath. It’s a genre that provides a lot of ironic comfort and commentary on what might drive us there.

I had always joked about what to do if zombies reigned or if bombs rained down, and my hypotheticals never left out my dog. I had always thought he’d be the finest apocalypse dog. A spunky mutt, athletic, protective and bonded to me above anyone else.

It would be me and him, cowboy and canine, against whatever may come.

That’s how we were in life, and so naturally that was how I saw us in this fictional future. It wasn’t the only future he joined me in. In fact, I had rarely pictured a near future without him. Then in the span of a couple hours he was gone. And I’ve been grappling with my own end of the world ever since.

I had been avoiding this trope like the plague as to not remind me of the futures I’d lost. But in Fallout, I found some odd closure. I could turn on the tv and see this adventure I had always wanted play out with some aspect of him waiting for me in it. I think, in small doses at least, this trope can help me after all.

So cheers to Fallout, a phenomenal world and story. And cheers to Dogmeat, who I see my own apocalypse dog in.

#fallout #fallout on prime #fallout tv series #fallout tv spoilers #personal journey #personal journal #rant post #personal rant #greif #pet loss #working through it #the ghoul #cxc404 #dogmeat

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kkaisarion · 7 months

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team effort🎮

for day 4 of kinktober, i present to you: rain playing a video game while getting fucked over the coffee table by dew. because he has the range. thank you @kroas-adtam for the prompts!

rating: explicit pairing: rain/dew includes: anal sex, one (1) mention of tentacles, as a treat word count: 1,473

read on AO3 or below

“Fuck, not again!”

Frustrated, Rain buries his head in his hands. Five times, he’s tried to defeat the final boss of this video game. And all five times, he’s flubbed it at the last critical hit. He looks up at the large red letters flashing on the TV screen, mocking him.

He’s been camped out in the living room all afternoon, completely immersed in the game. He doesn’t exactly remember doing it, but apparently at some point he slid off the couch onto the floor, ending up kneeling over the coffee table with his weight on his elbows—presumably in an attempt to get that much closer to the TV and concentrate on the action. Not that it helped.

Rain heaves a deep sigh and hits the controller button to start again. He’s so distracted thinking about what strategy he should try next, he doesn’t notice Dew creeping up behind him until it’s too late. He jumps slightly when Dew lays his warm hands over his shoulders, then relaxes as the fire ghoul starts massaging the tight muscles there. Pausing the game, Rain sits back on his heels and stretches with a satisfied groan, tipping his head back to lean against Dew.

The two of them angle their faces toward each other and share an affectionate kiss. “Hey, baby,” Rain smiles against Dew’s lips.

“Rainy, I miss youuu,” Dew whines, wrapping his arms around Rain’s chest in a possessive hug. “You’ve been playing for hours.”

“This is important, Dew. I’m so close to beating the game.”

“More important than spending time with your mate?” Dew huffs.

“Yes, it is,” Rain says, his tone deadly serious, and Dew rolls his eyes in response. Still, Dew cuddles in close and hooks his chin over Rain’s shoulder, settling in to watch him play.

Rain unpauses the game and restarts the fight with the monster, immediately getting sucked in. He can’t help himself from rambling out loud, explaining his every move even though he knows Dew couldn’t really care less.

“See, I have the first phase all figured out—stop running away, you bitch, I’m trying to stab you—but it’s the next part that’s tricky.”

“Mmhmm,” Dew hums, clearly not paying attention to a word of what he’s saying. Instead, he busies himself with trailing a line of warm, wet kisses along the sensitive skin of Rain’s neck, working his way around to the front to nip at Rain’s jaw.

“What are you doing back there? Stop distracting me.” Rain shifts onto his knees again and hunches over the table, trying to get away.

“I’m helping you,” Dew insists, draping his body fully over Rain’s. Dew presses his chest to Rain’s back and fits their hips together, nestling the water ghoul’s ass snugly against his growing bulge. Then he sneakily brings his hand around and manages to smash a few random controller buttons before Rain can slap him away, making the character run headlong into the enemy’s attack.

“This is the opposite of helping,” Rain complains, but grinds back against Dew nonetheless.

Dew reaches down to palm the front of Rain’s pants and makes a small noise of surprise. Rain is fully hard, even though they’ve barely gotten started.

“So excited already,” Dew remarks, squeezing lightly. “Wait, have you been—Rain, are you turned on by the monster??”

“What? Of course not,” Rain denies immediately, and Dew cackles.

“He is pretty hot, with the tentacles and everything,” Dew concedes. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m here to help relieve the tension.”

Rain doesn’t dignify Dew’s comment with a response, instead focusing on the game and trying to fix Dew’s damage. He vaguely registers the rustle of clothing as Dew reaches around and starts undoing Rain’s pants, not helping at all as he struggles with the zipper. But when Dew eventually manages to slide them down and Rain’s cock springs out, Rain lets out a small sigh at the pressure relieved.

Making quick work of his own pants, Dew lines up his bare cock with the cleft of Rain’s ass, thrusting along it a few times. He brings his fingers up to Rain’s mouth, pressing his fingers against his lips until he opens up. “Suck,” Dew orders, and Rain does it without thinking, his attention trained on the TV.

Rain’s concentration slips when he feels Dew’s slick fingertip pet at his rim. He automatically moves his legs further apart to give Dew better access, and lets out a quiet moan when he pushes inside. Rain arches into Dew’s touch, fucking himself backwards onto Dew’s fingers as he gradually adds more.

Even when Rain is fully stretched open, Dew keeps pumping his fingers in and out at slow pace, at odds with Rain’s growing need. Rain blatantly wiggles his ass in the air to ask for more, and Dew chuckles before relenting. Rain’s eyes flutter shut involuntarily when the head of Dew’s cock pops inside, and he has to force them open to look at the game as Dew starts sliding in.

Right before Dew bottoms out, the monster launches a surprise attack that catches Rain off guard, making him jerk backward and fumble the controller. Dew’s cock sinks in all the way at once, and both of them moan loudly.

“I can’t dodge when he moves like that,” Rain bitches, panting slightly.

“Seems like a skill issue to me,” Dew snickers, also somewhat breathless. “Have you tried just getting good?”

“Shut up, Dew. You’ve never gotten past level two.”

“That’s not the point,” he sniffs. He retaliates with a couple of well-aimed thrusts that rub perfectly against Rain’s sweet spot, and precum spurts out of Rain’s slit to smear against the edge of the table. Rain decides that later after they’re done, he’ll make Dew lick it clean.

Dew starts fucking steadily into Rain with long, hard thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. He moves at an even pace that Rain gets used to quickly, letting him return his focus to the game. But soon enough, Rain can’t ignore the way Dew is mouthing and biting the back of his neck, moaning right in his ear. Then Dew humps a little faster and snakes his hand around to toy with Rain’s cock, using light, teasing touches that make Rain thrust forward to chase the friction.

“C’mon, Dew, touch me properly,” Rain groans.

“I thought you didn’t want me to distract you,” Dew says, his tone annoyingly smug. He pulls all the way out and grabs Rain’s ass, spreading him open and spitting noisily on his hole.

“You bastard,” Rain gasps. “Just—”

Dew unceremoniously shoves his cock all the way back in, and Rain keens with it. As Dew’s hips jerk forward quicker and quicker, Rain clenches down on his cock to goad him on, making Dew swear violently. Finally, Dew wraps his hand fully around Rain’s weeping cock, stroking it in an increasingly uncoordinated rhythm as he starts to approach the edge. Rain can feel the wires crossing in his brain, the adrenaline from the monster fight combining with the overwhelming pleasure from Dew’s hand and cock. He absently wonders if he’ll ever be able to play a game again without getting hard.

Then without warning, Dew bites down hard on Rain’s shoulder and slams home one final time, grinding in forcefully as he shoots his load deep in Rain’s ass. The sensation sets Rain off too, and he cries out as his orgasm barrels into him. The controller clatters out of Rain’s hands as he cums, Dew milking out long spurts from his cock that stripe across the table.

Rain heaves in a couple of deep breaths, his head spinning. Then out of nowhere, Dew lets out a triumphant crow.

“Look Rainy, we did it!” He points toward the TV.

When Rain lifts his gaze, he’s shocked to see the flashing words on the screen:

Apparently when the controller fell onto the table, it somehow managed to hit the exact right buttons at the exact right time to deal a final blow to the monster, defeating him for good.

Rain moves off Dew and turns around. For a brief moment. the two of them just stare at each other in disbelief. Then they break out into laughter, clutching at one another.

“See? I helped! I’m a god-tier gamer,” Dew announces with a shit-eating grin.

“Absolutely not. I did all of the work.”

“Hey, I got you off and offed the guy at the same time. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Rain rolls his eyes and tackles Dew to the floor, smothering him with a long overdue kiss.

“Okay, thank you,” Rain says when he pulls back. Dew yelps when Rain closes his hand over Dew's spent cock and starts jerking it, coaxing it hard again. “Now, let me return the favor.”

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you-know-honey · 5 months

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How does it feel to be in a relationship with the Nameless Ghouls (Based on songs)

I've been listening to music while I prepare a lot of fanfics and have ideas for others and…have you ever thought about what it would feel like to love Nameless Ghouls (in a realistic way)?

Well I think I have the answer...

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Mountain

Say Yes To Heaven - Lana del Rey

He is quite a fan of dancing waltzes and is sure that soft, deep music makes plants and their relationship grow better in those small, intimate dance sessions.

If you dance, I'll dance And if you don't, I'll dance anyway

Mountain is like calm. Not calm before the storm, just calm.

Give peace a chance Let the fear you have fall away

He is a calm and silent child, he has the look of a sweet deer that surrounds your heart with sweetness and keeps it warm and loved.

I've got my eye on you

Even if you doubt his love at first since you wouldn't expect the most serious ghoul to be interested in you, he will reinforce the idea of accepting the happiness and peace that is offered. As if it were about touching the sky.

Say yes yo heaven

He only wants one thing in return: commitment. You have his heart and spirit in your hands, he only asks that you take care of him.

Say yes to me

He could never tie you down, he wouldn't be able to keep you from your dreams. If you leave he will stay at the door waiting for your return. He could change his life but never his love.

If you go. I'll stay You come back, I'll be right here

He will be your lighthouse in the darkness, even if the earth moves and the tide covers everything, even when you think it's all over. He will be there holding you close to his chest.

Like a barge at sea In the storm, I stay clear

Even if everyone told him that going out with you is a bad idea, he would never stop, he has accepted his love for you and has the courage to face life with you with or without the approval of others.

I've got my mind on you

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Phantom

Golden Hour - JVKE

Phantom can promise you a young love, you are his first love, the first person for whom his heart went crazy.

It was just two lovers Sittin' in the car, lintening to Blonde, fallin' for each other

It will be like living in a cheesy movie, dates full of hope and overwhelming emotion.

Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish, no Donald Glover

He doesn't mind taking risks, he could invent some excuse, no matter how bad it may be, the scolding goes on deaf ears, if it were for you he would do it again.

Missed call from my mother Like: Where you at tonight? Got no alibi

Every second with him is intense, part of a song. He admires you like a deity, the most beautiful and charming person in his eyes.

I was all alone with the love of my life She's got glitter for skin, my radiant beam in the night I don't need no light to see you

An hour with you is like a dream for him and a dream is an eternity. A golden dream.

Shine It's you golden hour You slow down time

He's not afraid to do stupid things for love, he'll steal the car and disappear all weekend with you.

Feet up on the dash, drivin' nowhere fast Burnin' through the summer

I would dedicate every romantic song that comes on the radio to you, I would write the lyrics in a notebook for you.

Radio on blast, make the moment last She got solar power, minutes feel like hours

Love hit him hard, he has fallen for your charms and will refuse to free himself from them.

Can you even imagine fallin' like I did?

He would give himself completely to your wishes, there are no "No" for you.

For the love of my life She's got glowon her face, a glorious look in her eyes

He would give himself completely to your desires, there is no such thing as a "No" for you. You have an eternity to spend with your first and only love.

My angel of light

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Rain

Aengus' Fool - Sleep Walking Animals

Romance hadn't been an option for Rain until you showed up.

Love looks good on you

Explore sensations you don't know you have, he swim upstream to you. He will fight against the current instead of going with the flow like he used to do just for you.

Light as a feather but tough as a stone

It makes him blush to see how you love everything that others consider boring about him, he doesn't understand how he lived without you all this time.

When you're barely together But never alone

He will know how to be there for you when things get bad and will protect your heart from the waves that threaten to break it.

When a hand on the leg is the best you can do

Everyone can see that something has changed in him, there is something refreshing in his heart, a tide of emotion. There is a gift in front of your door always at dawn, you should never forget how much he loves you.

I read you a passage From yesterday's paper

Feelings do not come and go, they stay with him every day and always grow a little more, he has never tried so hard to make someone happy.

With a smile that escapes you

¿Do you know that you bring out the best in me too?

He will leave his love story marked in history, to meet you again in the next life and walk back into your heart.

I've been waiting since the last time i was here For you to come home Took a while but know your here

He feels wild and willing to break the rules, he would pay the price for you. I would raise the waters of the sea if it is part of your wishes.

And somehow Nothing matters Matters now

Live in a dream that he never imagined, delivered to you. Keep discovering something else to love you.

I'll stand by yhe bedside And watch how she sleeps

He never thought that love looked so good on him, he feels that romance was a gift you gave him.

Sifting through poems For phrases to keep

Watching you breathe makes him happy like the sound of the sea, there is always an adventure wherever you go and he is willing to let himself go.

She'll open her eyes- there's a day to pursue

He feels so proud of receiving love that if you are mentioned at the slightest in a conversation, he will divert everything to talk about you unconsciously.

II'll shout from the mountains LIke Aengus' Fool

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Swiss

I See You - Jutty Ranx

This man doesn't play games, he likes you even before you like him. He could spend months flirting with you to bring out the crush in you. The way you refused to let yourself be loved only made it more fun.

You were never young, my love I can tell, not by the way that you smell

When you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and crashed his lips into yours, his heart exploded. He didn't expect the intensity of emotions you released in him, as if he were a first-time lover.

But by the way you move your tongue, my love Somebody shake me, what can I do?

He touches your body as if it were going to break, it's like being drugged with you, he sees the stars in your eyes.

Am I in love with the night? Am I in love with you?

He knows that with you everything is different. Real. It's not just one night, it's one of many nights alone with you, you will see a hopeless romantic more than a sexy flirt. He has a lot to give, centuries of love to give.

Will you take what I've got? Will we die on the spot?

He is addicted to emotion, to the eternal flutter of butterflies in his stomach, he doesn't want to call it love until you do.

You make me, make moves

He moves like a puppy after you, he likes everything about you. He wants to know everything about you, even what you don't like about yourself. He will let you know that no matter what happens, you won't get rid of him. He will walk over your thorns with a smile, nothing could stop him.

I see you, you know I see you I break through to get to you Its so true

Sometimes he feels like a fool for having wasted his time on other people before meeting you.

How could I How could I pretend I didn't notice? An incision when you looked back

The world stopped existing when your refusals to go out with him turned into a "Yes." Maybe he doesn't have much but it's all for you.

I want you to myself Can we take this somewhere else?

There is nothing hidden from you, see what you want to see, touch what you want to touch. He will make you feel how you deserve to feel.

My heart's an open book and you just took it off the shelf

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(The song looked very good, don't you think? *wink, wink*)

Sodo

Teeth - Five Seconds Of Summer

He got angry with himself when he found himself smiling when talking to you. As if he couldn't feel that happiness with anyone else, day and night you're going to be in his head and he doesn't want that.

Some days, you're the only thing I know Only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold

He is a distrustful boy, he will shout for you to leave only to beg you to stay. He doesn't understand his feelings and fears that they will end up devouring and destroying you.

Can't look away, can't look away

He tries to maintain balance so as not to scare you, he doesn't want to see himself in need of love but he also doesn't want you to think that he no longer feels anything for you.

Sometimes, you're a stranger in my bed

He has a complicated heart and fears that you are smart enough to let him drop and look for something better.

Don't know if you love me or you want me dead.

He wants to deceive himself. Pretending that all your love for him is just a cruel joke but he knows when he hears your voice that it's just him being an idiot insecure.

Something in the way you're looking through my eyes Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

He is eager to devour you, to show you how strong, suffocating, eternal and perhaps painful his love is. Like a fire demon he fears that his intensity might scare you, deep down he just wants to burn in a pile love and desire with you.

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth Late night devil, put your hands on me And never, never, never ever let go

He doesn't consider himself a romantic in public, one lucky day he might leave a kiss on your lips while walking around. He is not predisposed to be sweet, "I love you" sounds complicated to say. But you can bet that at night he fantasizes about it.

Some days, you're the best thing in my life Sometimes when I look at you, I see my wife

He knows what he is capable of, he takes your heart so high that letting it fall would make it turn to dust. He satisfies your happiness, as he savors the sweetness you pour on him.

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Sometimes he thinks that you have fallen in love with a version of him that only exists in your mind and wants to become that fantasy inside you. He wants to become the best version of the demon he is.

Blood on my shirt, a rose in my hand You're looking at me like you don't know who I am

Deep down and perhaps in the solitude of his room you can see how desperate he is for you, how he simply became addicted to who you are and how he wants to destroy your heart so he can take you with him forever.

Never, never, never ever let go

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Cumulus

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

She saw you from the first day and knew that sooner or later she would fall for you, she's not stupid, she just knew it. She was clear that she loved you.

I want the world in my hands

She makes the world seem only for both of you and her, even when the situation is not pleasant she would do anything to make you smile.

I hate the beach, but I stand In California, with my toes in the sand

His heart breaks when you cry, he just can't stand it, he will tuck you in and stay with you, sometimes you don't need a solution, just a long cuddle session and some tears.

Use the sleeves of my sweater

Even if you are afraid about the veracity of her feelings, she will make sure to take your hand and go through that haze of insecurity with you and let you know that you are and will be the only one in her life.

Let's have an adventure Head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered

Even though she is always in control of her life, when the water becomes turbulent and icy, she knows that she can find a warm home in your arms, just you and her. Holding your heart next to his.

'Cause it's too cold For you here and now So let me hold

He will always make small gestures for you, maybe that cool breeze on that hot summer afternoon was a gift from him, the cup of hot tea after a long day of work. Sometimes you don't need words, just hide your face in the crook of his neck, breathe in his scent and know that you are safe. A touch says a thousand words and she has proven it to you.

One love, two mouths One love, one house Just us, you find out

He has a habit of nuzzling your neck, he likes to see you shiver from his touch, sharing only a long game of glances. A strong and intense connection. She is not a girl of many words, she loves you and will show you in every possible way.

And if I may just take your breath away I don't mind if there's not much to say

When you are together, regardless of whether there are other people around you, all that goes into the background, she will hold your hand with pride and teach the world to see you the way she sees you, like the most beautiful star in the sky.

The goosebumps start to raise The minute that my left hand meets your waist And then I watch your face

She feels nostalgic for the first beautiful moments shared, don't misunderstand her, she loves the present with you but she likes to travel from time to time at the beginning and admire how far you have come together.

Sometimes the silence guides our minds To move to a place so far away

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Aurora

Dandelions - Ruth B.

She was extremely excited when he identified that what he felt for you was love, she walked from one place to another with a smile on his face. She had always read about how magical love was and experiencing it with you seemed like a dream to her.

'Cause I'm in a field of dandelions Wishing on every one that you'll be mine, mine

She longs with all her soul to spend the rest of her life with you, to have a little house in the country and to live in a fairy tale forever. You are her special person, her world, her hope, hers everything. More than once you will catch her daydreaming about that beautiful future.

But it's so good, I've never known anybody like you But it's so good, I've never dreamed of nobody like you

You're always nervous around her, she has too much energy and everyone basically adores her, like you're afraid that one day her feelings for you will just disappear. Every morning she will ask you if you want to be her partner, a cute and tender way to make you understand that every day she gets out of bed and her heart decides to continue loving you.

Maybe it's the way you say my name Maybe it's the way you play your game

Will she make true works of art for you, paint stars on your ceiling, embroider small details on your clothes, ¿did you see something in a store that interested you? It will appear in your room the next day. She is not a superstitious girl but she knows how fragile and ephemeral the nature of dreams and the desires of the heart is, she wants to give you everything it desires so that when she looks into your eyes she sees the living spark of dreams come true.

When you're looking at me I've never felt so happy

His feelings are a clear example of purity and innocence, he is dying of excitement to recreate each of the cheesiest scenes from romance movies with you. He cannot understand jealousy, he runs away from it and will need your kisses and your loving gaze to calm down.

I think that you are the one for me 'Cause it gets so hard to breathe When you're looking at me

She looks at you and knows that you are HIS person, unique and incomparable, perhaps destiny she is grateful that you came into his life and he does not plan to lose you, like a shooting star that does not pass twice.

And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

When distance separates them due to the band's tours, she longs more than ever to be with you, there wouldn't be a night without making video calls almost until dawn. She knows that when she is with you she is free, free from the Ministry, free from his duty to the band, she is simply complete when she is with you.

I've never felt so alive and free

His dreams have come true, she has the deep and true love she always wanted, she will wake up every morning to look into your eyes and smile and know that his deepest desire is real, tangible and completely his.

And I see forever in your eyes I feel okay when I see you smile, smile

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Cirrus

I Was Made For Lovin' You - KISS

You have liked her for a long time, you tried to declare yourself several times but you were very shy so she had to take the initiative, it was a direct declaration full of love and desire.

Tonight I wanna give it all to you

Free time is something that Cirrus doesn't have as often as she wants, so when the night comes and she's finally free, she'll sneak into your room to completely surrender to your arms in the privacy of the night.

We're going to make it all come true

Both of you are predestined to love each other, in some other life she knows that he must have done something very well to deserve you in this life one again.

I wanna lay it at your feet 'Cause, girl, I was made for you

Everything suggested itself organically little by little to end up forming a healthy and symbiotic relationship. They are not together all day, she understands that you may need your space but she will always keep his eyes on you, even if you don't know it. It's his little secret.

And I can't get enough of you, baby Can you get enough of me?

It not only talks about physical love, but also about a deep emotional connection, it knows what you feel even before you know it, it will give you your space if you are upset, it will hug you when you cry and kiss every part of your body to let you know that in his eyes you are the real figure of a goddess and he will not hesitate to fulfill all your wishes.

I wanna see it in your eyes Feel the magic

She has secretly created songs just for you, like a hymn to the passionate love that runs through her veins since she has been with you, a girl who gives her all to make you touch the stars.

There's something that drives me wild

The connection is inescapable between the two, destined to be together or an excellent coincidence of life that finally came to pass.

I was made for loving you, baby You were made for loving me

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cupfullofpapas · 2 months

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(Yes I'm reusing this image too busy to doodle a new one :''( life has been super crazy as of late ) Second Vol in The Assistant series: In the arms of a Devil Rated: E F/M Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Papa Emeritus IV x F!Reader Also read it on my Ao3 here Previous Vol. : The Assistant

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Sleeping was difficult that night, you tossed and turned until your body was too exhausted and you passed out, when morning came you reached out expecting to touch your Cardinal's sweet face but found only cold sheets, the confusion it hit you before your memory did. “Ah.. the tour,” you thought out loud with your hand still on the sheets.

Your Cardinal would be lying beside you, waking up to him you would crease his cheek and get a genuine smile from him, a smile you missed already. Grabbing your phone and tapping in the security pin, the envelope icon had a 1 on it.

Copia: Goodnight Cara Mia <3, call me when you get up

You smiled looking at the message the little heart he typed out made you giggle as you pressed the call button on his name, it rang a few times before he picked up. "Dolcezza, good morning!." He greeted putting a smile on your face as you sat up in bed leaning against the headboard. "Morning Caro, how did you sleep?." You heard Copia groan. "Without you by my side, horrible I used to be able to wake up to an empty bed and not think anything of it, and now? it is the worst feeling in the world." You couldn't help but chuckle at the dramatic tone of his voice her hand cupped over your face to keep any noise from escaping. "Well it's only for a few months Copia, remember-" "Cara" He interrupted "If you are, going to say 'absence makes the heart grow fonder please Mountain has already given me the entire lecture about it, no wonder he is Primo's favorite ghoul."

A smile came to Copia's face as he heard you laugh on the other end ahh what a laugh you had he could listen to it for hours, there was a moment of silence the Cardinal swallowing hard trying to decide if now was the right time to say those three little words to you, he shouldn't be this nervous about it he'd already slept with you several times. Copia opened his mouth to speak however Rain appeared in the doorway his thumb pointing over his shoulder. "Ah, dolcezza, I need to go and get started first concert is in a few days." "I know." You replied swinging your legs over the side of the bed and getting up. "I need to get my butt up too." At that moment there was a quick rapid knock on your door as one of your siblings of sin stuck her head into your and Copia's dorm room as you and Copia said your goodbyes. "Come quick!, Sister Gemma has gone into labor!."

You stared at the sister in shock. "But" You started. "She isn't due until next month." This made you get up quicker throwing on her habit, instead of brushing your hair you shoved it into the hat there was always time to brush it later. The closer you got to the infirmary the more siblings of sin and ghouls alike littered the hallway, pushing one of the shorter ghouls aside.

"Sorry, Lenti!." You called back finally pushing the door open and heading down the hall. "Sorella." Came Primo's worried voice taking your hands in his. "We were in the garden when the pain started." "Has her water broke?" you watched as Primo stared at you blankly. "I'm not sure, I do not remember Sorella" You knew he was worried and some information could have escaped his mind especially with everything moving so fast and his fear of losing a second wife.

You heard Gemma call for him it took you aback for a moment to hear her like that, fearful, fearful was one thing you would never classify Gemma as. Primo had let go of your hands and rushed to Gemma's side. "Mi amore, do not worry everything will be okay." "I hope ah!- so caro." You watched them for a moment and wondered.. if one day that would be you and Copia, shoving the thought aside you stepped into the room. "Gemma how close are the contractions?" Before Gemma could answer you heard Sister Imperator behind you. "They are close now, if you would please step out into the hall." You wanted to argue about staying there, however, Lenti was already tugging you out of the room to stand with the rest of the ghouls, ghoulettes, and siblings of sin. The heavy doors kept Gemma's cries at bay, time seemed to stand still as you worked your way to the outer edge of the group squeezing out of the crowd.

"You!." You heard a voice yell out and before you knew it you were tackled to the ground and with weight sitting on your stomach the air had been knocked out of you. "Divine!." You heard Alpha's voice as he picked the ghoulette up off of you the blond giving a nervous laugh, meanwhile, Terzo and Omega helped you sit up you were about to thank them but only glared at Terzo.

"Yes, yes I know I was a dickhead, look I've already called and apologized to him, as much as I didn't want to-" "He felt awful after the fight, he didn't even do his skin routine or bubble bath" Omega butted in, thankfully the young Emeritus had worn his paint or else you would have seen his cheeks go red. "Shhhh! Omega!." He spluttered "What? it's not like it's a secret" You mustered out a small laugh looking up as Alpha walked over still holding Divine by the back of her top, like a cat that had been caught. "What do we say Divine?" the ghoulette hissed only to get shaken slightly. "Okay! okay!." The female huffed.

"I'm sorry for tackling you, I saw you and got too excited- now put me down Alpha!!." The Ghoul opened his hand dropping the girl who landed on the floor with a thud. "Ow! you motherfu-" She started but huffed making her way to Terzo on all fours taking a seat by him and Omega grumbling. "I see she's still pretty feral." "We're working on it." Alpha shrugged before asking. "Any news on the baby yet?." You shook your head. "Nope, Sister Imperator had Lenti pull me from the room, I think she's pushing right now."

"She pushed you from the room? the old witch" Terzo grumbled running his hand through his hair in annoyance. "She better be kind to my niece or nephew" Terzo hissed quietly.

It felt like forever until the door finally opened and Sister Imperator stepped out. "It's a girl." She announced to the waiting crowd Primo being the next to step out of the room holding the baby girl wrapped in a yellow blanket. "Alessia Anna Emeritus." He announced blinking as several of the crowd members were pushed aside Terzo forced his way to the front his eyes having a shine to them. "Fratello, she is beautiful" He spoke his voice a whisper as those tiny mismatched eyes looked up at her father and uncles her little head was covered in soft blond hair. "How is Gemma?." You asked as you made it through the crowd Omega, Alpha, and Divine having acted as bodyguards.

"She is doing well, come" Primo spoke as he turned allowing you and the others to walk in the older Emeritus considering you part of the family now. Gemma looked up from her place on the bed. "Sister, there you are." She held her arms up allowing you to hug her Terzo was next followed by the two ghouls before Alessia was handed back to her mother.

"They said she was early but strong with everything fully developed." Gemma smiled as Alessia's little hand took hold of her finger, you turned your attention hearing the door open only to see Secondo standing there he looked surprised or maybe shocked?, to see you there, you couldn't pinpoint it.

Saying your goodbyes you headed out of the room so the brothers could marvel over their new niece, thankfully the crowd outside had departed making it easy for you to be on your way. Time seemed to slow down and you hated it, you hated going to bed alone at night sure Copia and you would talk for a few hours until you both eventually fell asleep while still on video call there were a few times you woke up seeing him fast asleep you had learned a few things from this: One Copia was a heavy sleeper. Two he sometimes talked in his sleep. And three he sometimes passed gas in his sleep, the first time you heard it, it sent you into a fit of laughter that woke the poor man up out of a dead sleep. When he asked what was so funny you spared him any humiliation and simply said that Bisscoti had done something funny, from then on if it happened again you always muted your side to laugh or giggle.

Two months in and time started moving faster, thankfully mostly because you were watching little Alessia, rather watching Primo gush over his bundle of joy you had to remind the eldest Emeritus to take his medications and of his appointments with the abbey's doctors. You watched as Primo gave his daughters' belly a raspberry which made the youth squeal in laughter, feeling your phone buzz before ringing the screen and flashing Copia's name you waved to the two happy new parents before taking your leave and answering.

"Hey babe." You answered giggling as you heard a wheeze of surprise on the other end. "Hello sorella, how are you?." Your Cardinal asked once the camera had been turned on allowing you both to see each other, you swore he grew more and more handsome each day. "I'm good, missing you, you have what, one or two more shows before you return, yeah?." "Si, and non too soon." "Oh?, trouble in paradise?." "I wouldn't say trouble more like ehhh.." He rolled his wrist looking for the right words to say. "Getting the ghouls and ghoulettes to listen to me, especially Omega and Alpha but enough about work how is la mia nipotina doing?"

You stared at him for a moment. "My little niece." He respoke as you gave a thankful look. "She's doing well, a little small, other than that she's in perfect health." "Does she have the ehh, eye?."

"Yeah she does, it's so weird, seeing a tiny set of eyes like that makes me wonder if there are any baby pictures of you lying around." You laughed as you heard Copia wheeze a 'no'. You laughed while heading back to the dorm, flopping onto the bed while holding the phone above you.

Copia watched as you flopped down onto the bed seeing your gorgeous hair fanned out and the way the blankets hugged you... his mind started wandering, wandering right down into the gutter it had been too long since he had pleased himself, so long that seeing you sprawled out on the bed made him stand at attention. Copia was mentally thanking Lucifer and the infernal princes that he had remembered to lock his bunk door for some privacy.

"Ahh, cara mia the things you do to me." He whispered which put a smile on your face as you rolled over onto your belly the phone held out in front of you. "Oh?, and what do I do to you?, my Cardinal?." You watched as his face turned a soft shade of red.

"W-Well I-I that- that is uh... um.. eh... that- you see ehh..." He was flustered and you loved it. "Well?." Your voice took on a flirtatious tone. You watched as he smirked feeling the rare boost of confidence. "How about I show you, eh?." Now it was your turn to turn red as you heard the rustling of clothes and a zipper and with the turn of the phone, you were face to face with his cock standing erect and proud. Copia's leather-dressed fingers came into the frame to stroke at himself slowly. You watched biting your bottom lip as you felt a tingle between your legs watching, listening to his breathing grow deep.

"I see you miss me quite a bit hm?." You giggled lifting your hips from the bed and rolling them feeling yourself starting to grow moist. You had almost forgotten how good it felt when he was inside of you, how good it felt while your Cardinal slammed into you hitting all the right spots while he had you on your hands and knees taking you from behind.

"More than you know tesoro." You watched as his hand pulled away his cock throbbing, you watched it bounce with each pulse. Biting your lip you looked around as if to make sure no one was looking at your screen in your own damn room.

"You know- letting it go like that isn't good." You whispered. "Perhaps you should take care of it mio caro." You rolled your r and you swore you saw his cock bounce harder. "Si, si dolcezza" You heard your Cardinal gasp as he took a firm hold of his cock starting to stroke his erect member soft moans passed his lips, moans that went right to your core making your slick walls throb and grow slicker, they gave a harder throb as you heard him groan your name. "Fuck that's hot." You wheezed out in a whisper.

"Bellezza, what I wouldn't give to have you here with me right now bouncing on my lap, to be deep- so deep inside you." Copia panted out.

"Oh fuck, yes Copia." The words came out in a hushed gasp of a whisper, they seemed to just spill out on their own as your hand snaked down between your legs slipping past your panties and feeling your moist lips. "Sweet Lucifer, I'm so wet."

You breathed you felt a slight wave of embarrassment however the feeling was pushed away as you sank two fingers into your cunt making yourself gasp his name, before you knew it you both were masturbating listening to one another, the phone had been moved so you both could also see each other while your hands went to work. "Fuck, cara I want you, I want you so fucking bad." Copia breathed as his hand pumped his leaky cock, beads of precum had welled and started to spill giving his erection a soft shine.

"Ragazza birichina... I can hear your wet cunt from here." Copia breathed making you clamp around your fingers. "Oh fuck, C-Copia-." You panted as you thrust your fingers in and out of yourself faster. "I want you here in me so fucking bad." You whined your back arching into the huge mound of pillows.

"Ohh.. you have no idea how much I wish I was there." Copia breathed. "Amore I'm close."

"Hold it baby, just a little longer wait for me." You gasped as your second hand joined in rolling your clit, as good as it was it couldn't compare to the feeling of Copia's hands on you. Your mind trying to trick yourself into thinking it and surprisingly it works bringing you closer to your peak. "Cara-." Copia started but you cut him off.

"Now, now, oh fuck- now! oh baby I'm cumming I'm cumming!." You moaned as you felt the pressure snap in your pelvis it felt as if your blood rushed from top to bottom and back while your cunt squeezed your fingers. Copia had sped his hand up until his balls finally contracted as he released. His head was thrown back as thick streams of cum splurted from his cock splattering onto the camera, you could only hear a faint breathless 'ah shit' as your body was starting to come down from its high falling back onto the bed.

It took a few minutes before you finally had enough energy to get up and clean your mess, Copia doing the same on the other end wiping his phone clean. Afterwards, you lay in bed with a pillow propping your phone up next to you as you both continued to talk into the night feeling even more in love as you said your goodnights and blew a kiss at the screen. You were settling down for bed when you heard a knock at your door, mumbling you dragged yourself from the bed to answer it finding Emilia at your doorstep, your brow arching.

"Mi dispiace, sorella, for coming to you so late but you are the only one I could think to ask." "What is it Emilia? and it's okay." "Mi dispiace, but do you- umm." Her pale face grew red as her dark eyes looked away, she looked kind of cute that way almost too innocent to be in the church of Lucifer. "Do I?." "DoyouhaveanyextracondomsIcoulduse?." She said quickly her voice hushed, there was silence for a moment while you both stared at each other before you laughed which made her face redder. "Yeah yeah I do, come on in." You waved your fellow sister of sin into your dorm room while you vanished into your room grabbing the box from the nightstand and popping it open pulling a line of the foil packages out.

Folding them you headed back to the living room where Emilia was still standing her face still red with blush. "Here you go." You handed them to her as she gave a thankful smile. "Grazie." "No prob and don't think there is any bad blood between us just because you're with Secondo okay?." Emilia stared at you as if you had read her mind and seen right through her fears, you watched as her hazel eyes welled a little. "Grazie, grazie sister." She spoke smiling as you hugged her.

"Now go, rock his world sis." You snickered as Emilia squeaked at your words, one final hug and she was off to nail the man of her dreams, you couldn't help but feel a little jealous that she could go right to her lovers' room and be with him while yours was miles and miles away. Your final thought that night was if this was how Gemma felt when Primo was on tour during his era as Papa, if she could get through it then hell you could too!. Tag list: Please message me and tell me if you would like to be tagged! @thesoundresoundsecho @xpapaemeritus @copiasprincipessa

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UNHOLY FUCK Ghesties!

THIS IS IT! The final chapter of Death and Flowers is coming at you!!!

I hope you all enjoy it!!!! Our poor Copia and Ollie have been through so much. Will they have a happily ever after?

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Death & Flowers

It hadn’t been serious, it never was with him. While Papa was suave and Ollie enjoyed their time together it wasn’t meant to be. She knew it wasn’t something meant to last…something permanent but—here she was. It was only one missed pill and life forever changed.

Chapter 14: Long May He Reign

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Definitely NSFW below the cut!

They didn't bother to wait for the rest of the ghouls. Copia, along with Alpha, Omega, and Aether began working their way to Saltarian’s office. The Cardinal, having finally put all the pieces together. He was angry at himself for being so blind—the answers were right there in front of him the whole time.

“Tell us Cardinal, who is responsible for this?” Aether asked, watching as the anger inside both Omega and Alpha grew. Threatening to billow out of them like Hell fire—consuming anything and everything in their path.

“It is those men–the League. Maybe Saltarian, I think he has been assembling them to overthrow the Ministry. The Emeritus family and the ghouls are just casualties in their pursuit of it.

“Then… then why weren't they after you?” Aether asked, knowing the truth of Copia’s parentage. It would have puzzled Copia too, had he not overheard the conversation between Sister and Saltarian from before. Now he knew exactly why he was overlooked, despite his heritage.

“The man has a soft spot for Sister… I am her son and from what I have learned, I was never supposed to know Nihil was my father. Blissful ignorance meant to keep me safe in favor of her. But now that has all changed.”

“This is fucking insane; how did they think they were going to keep everything in line without the support of the ghouls. Like it or not, we are essential for the connection and power from the Dark One himself.” Alpha snarled, as they walked, trying his best not to go running off on his own to fight them. The ghouls, confused and betrayed by all they thought they knew.

“I am sure the plan was to have some of you become fodder for those hungry to condemn someone for the Emeritus family deaths, but I can only assume they never meant to imply that all of you were involved. I am certain now that this is why you were framed. Blamed for Primo, Secondo, and Terzo’s deaths.”

“How do you know?” Omega asked.

“The scent. I don’t have senses the way you do, but I have recently come into contact with the same smell Aether described. It was overwhelming on Bishop Martin… it has to be them.

A few hours before…

Saltarian sat at his desk, head in his hands as he waited for the California Ministry to contact him. Hoping to have Copia set up to stay there for the majority of his time of touring. He wondered if he would be able to continue on as planned. His love for Elizabeth had already cost him so much and now with her carelessness, she threatened to undo everything he had worked so hard to orchestrate.

He could hear it from down the hall as they approached. The sounds of footfalls on the tile, made with a sense of haste. Then as expected and without a knock, Bishops Mauro, Henry, and Martin came charging into his office. The looks on their faces telling him this was no casual visit.

“What is it?” he asked them.

“We have a problem.” Bishop Mauro began, looking at the other two to see who might be next to speak.

“What problem?” he asked, rubbing his eyes. Allowing his pen to fall to his desk, and the room to grow quiet before he looked up at them.

“We have learned some very disturbing news, your excellency.” Martin continued.

“Seems our dear sweet Cardinal is not the father of Sister Olive’s child.” Henry smirked, a glint of evil in his eye. One that had far surpassed anything Saltarian had ever seen. The news was powerful, yet not a complete surprise to him. The most interesting part was the thought that Copia knew and still claimed the child as his own. Saltarian, now wondering if the Cardinal and Sister Imperator had conspired against him this whole time.

“He’s also Nihil’s son… a fact you seemed to be aware of, yet we are just now hearing of it. Is this true Mr. Saltarian?” Bishop Mauro asked, watching for a crack in Saltarian’s resolve. He was angered to the core—maddened. He had tried to do right by Sister Imperator. Hiding her bastard son from the eyes of those he answered to—those who also wanted the end of the Emeritus family. Only to have the bloodline kept alive and well in his child. Sure, that it was Sister Imperator who outed him as knowing the secret.

“I see... that conniving bitch. That is preposterous.” he hissed under his breath. “You know what you need to do.” he nodded to the bishops. The men, acknowledging him as they set course to eliminate them all—Nihil, Copia, Olive and the child.

Present time

Copia rounded the corner and ran straight into Bishop Martin, he was covered in blood. Unabashed by walking around in broad daylight. His smug smile, sending a chill down Copia’s spine.

“What have you done!” Copia yelled, the crest of his knuckles bashing into the bishop’s jawline as he threw the first punch. Sending a cascade of blood from Martin’s mouth to the floor. The ghouls standing behind them, growling and tails snapping in the air like whips.

“You really are a fool.” Martin laughed, his face already beginning to swell from Copia’s right hook.

“Whose blood is this? If you don't tell me what is going on, I will let them devour you whole, you figlio di puttana!”

“All this energy over your dead brother's whore?” Martin chuckled. Leaving bloody fingerprints behind on Copia’s cassock as he tried to hold him back from another hit.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Omega roared, Aether and Alpha holding him down so that Copia may get answers before Omega went and tore him to shreds.

“Oh Satanas Ollie.” Copia choked, his stomach sinking as the words left him. Scared that the blood may be hers.

“Relax Cardinal, you precious whore is fine. Though not for long. This blood… belongs to your old man.” he grinned, as Copia dropped his body to the ground. Running behind him into Nihil’s office. Only to find the old man dead in his chair–throat slit and blood decorating the walls.

“Oh fuck.” Aether said, as he and Alpha followed him into the room. Omega, still in the hall. Sinking his teeth into the bishop's carotid before his body went completely limp in the ghoul's arms.

“He’s gone.” was all Copia could say, quickly setting course back into the hall where he found Omega hovering over the bishop. Barely clutching onto his mortal coil.

“She’s next.” he said, choking on his own blood. The ghouls and Copia, realizing instantly what he meant.

“We need to get to Ollie and Luss now!” Alpha growled, taking off full force alongside Copia and Aether as Omega finished off Martin.

As they made it back to Copia’s Papal suites, there was an eerie quiet. The door cracked open and no sign of Ollie or Cumulus to be seen. Copia and the ghouls carefully crept inside. Searching for them, until finally they could hear the sound of glass breaking from within the bedroom.

As they ran inside, they saw them. Two men, in shining silver ghouls' masks, holding Ollie and Cumulus captive. Knives to their throats and the two of them struggling against their captor’s grips. Cumulus, doing her best to try and bite them, while Ollie cried. Her hands, never leaving her belly.

“Ollie! Cumulus!” Copia cried, attempting to run for them before watching the men adjust their blades. Stopping the Cardinal in his tracks as the ghouls continued forward.

“Take those off! You can’t fool us you motherfuckers.” Alpha hissed, watching as the men removed the masks. Revealing themselves to be Bishop Mauro and Henry. Copia’s suspicions had been confirmed. It was the League who was responsible for the deaths of his brothers—and his father.

“Step any closer and we will slit their throats.” Bishop Henry told them. Pressing the blade against Ollie’s neck. A string of blood, beading up along the cut as she cried out.

“Copia!”

“It’s alright amore.” Copia called out, the bishops laughing at his weak promises. Amused with his idea he had any control, knowing they held Ollie and Cumulus within millimeters of death.

“We will tear you apart before you do anything to them!” Omega roared, looking into Cumulus’s eyes. Doing her best to remain calm as her life lay in the balance. Never showing her fear to them as they continued on.

“Please you all are nothing but rabid animals. No sense or reason. You’re disposable. There are millions more like you awaiting summoning. None of them will ever know better.” Mauro smiled. The three ghouls standing their ground, teeth bared and tails swishing. Ready to pounce if they only are given the chance.

“Let Ollie and Cumulus go, take me instead. They have done nothing to you. It’s me you want. I am Nihil’s son.” Copia begged, trying his best to inch closer to them without setting them off.

“There’s just one thing…a tiny… little… thing.” Henry said. Slowly brushing back the hair from off Ollie’s shoulder. Trembling in his grasp. “This is a problem.” he said as his free hand traveled down from her shoulder and over her chest, finally settling over the swell of her belly.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Copia said, his teeth gritted and his rage boiling over. Bloodthirsty and ready to end them.

“It’s nothing personal, Cardinal. The Ministry is just done with Emeritus. Sorry you got caught in the mix. Then again, you all are nothing but fools.” Mauro hissed. The tension was unbearable. Every second lingering as they stared each other down. Copia and the ghouls helpless but to watch until somehow, they could find a way in.

Suddenly from the shadows, a figure appeared. Pushing past the men and bringing himself front and center. Positioning himself between them. Announcing himself as the man of the hour, the one who held all control—Mr. Saltarian.

“Not yet Henry…” he said, stopping things from moving forward until he had his final say. Wanting to draw out Copia’s torment for as long as humanly possible. Relish, in his agony as he watched his lover and child slowly be murdered in front of his eyes.

“Ti sei rincoglionito?!” Copia growled, his white eye—blazing with fury. Chest heaving and ready to kill Saltarian where he stood.

“You know, I had a mind once to consider you a son. After all I have known you since your whore of a mother carried you.” Saltarian began, smirking at him as he crossed his arms. Lifting up a condescending brow and snickering to himself.

“You are nothing—” Copia began before Saltarian cut him off.

“I am everything… I have done everything. You know the whole reason this order, the League, was founded was to get rid of them. I may never have been able to become Papa myself, but I could have still had control. If your mother hadn’t been stupid enough to tell you about Nihil.”

“Don’t you dare…” Copia began.

“I did EVERYTHING FOR HER!” Saltarian yelled back, turning around to rip away the knife from Bishop Henry. Pressing it into the side of Ollie’s belly, just hard enough to draw blood. The blood, staining her dress as she cried out.

“Ah!”

“Please don’t hurt her!” Copia pleaded, ready to give his life for her. The ghouls snapping and snarling behind him. Waiting for an opportune moment to strike. Dying to taste the blood of the men on their tongues and pick their flesh from their teeth.

“This is your fault Copia. Had you never been born she might have been mine. Not attached to that old bastard for so long. Even then I would have given you the Papacy to please her. Getting rid of Nihil so you could start anew with me pulling the strings—but now since she managed to ruin it all helping you and helped to protect this pathetic Emeritus whelp…” Saltarian said as he raised up the knife, “...I guess I’ll have to kill you all and take the miter myself!”

Saltarian threw Ollie to the ground and lunged towards Copia. The blade, barely missing his chest and digging into his shoulder. Copia groaned as he pulled it out, him and Saltarian struggling to take hold of it. Copia’s blood painting the floor, slick and red.

The ghouls took their opportunity in the confusion. The bishop’s had grown comfortable, letting down their guard when Cumulus thrusted her elbow backwards into Mauro. Knocking him back onto the floor. The ghouls and ghoulette, flooding over him and ripping him apart with their bare teeth and sharp claws. Bishop Henry panting as he tried to take off. Aether, jumping over his gorging brethren to snatch him.

The ghoul’s claws sunk deep into the flesh of the bishop’s back as he screamed. Blood curdling and powerful as he fell to the ground. Ollie, still laying on the floor, cradling her belly in her arms as she watched in horror at the scene. The ghouls devouring the Bishops and Saltarian and Copia fighting to the death.

The ruckus in the Papal suite had alerted others, crowds of siblings and other clergy members spilling in from the halls. All too shocked and afraid to make a move. Worried that their involvement would seal the wrong person’s fate. Watching as Copia and Saltarian continued to scuffle. The knife dancing between them, always a split hair away from stabbing one or the other.

Ollie pulled herself up, grateful to a pair of sisters who came to collect her. Surrounded by pieces of what once was the bishops. Covered in theirs and her lover’s blood. Catching Copia’s eyes for a brief moment, her tears once again began to shed. Wondering to herself if this was the last time, he would ever look at her.

Seeing Ollie was all he needed. The thought of never seeing her again, never holding her again, gave him strength beyond measure. Toppling Saltarian to the ground and hovering over him. Knife raised high as he was ready to strike.

“You know it's far from over. I am not the only one who wanted the power of the Ministry to be their own.” Saltarian said, spitting up at Copia.

“Your vitriol nature has done nothing for you. How does it feel to know his son bested you after all.” Copia told him, gloating at the idea. Saltarian made one last stitch effort to get the blade. Punching Copia in the gut as he tried to take it from him. The two men, rolling on the ground over one another–until suddenly they stopped.

The two of them, looking down to see the blade piercing into Saltarian’s heart. Immediately he began choking. Feeling his death approaching. Every beat of his heart, bringing him closer as he began to bleed out from the inside.

“This baby will be born, and the Emeritus bloodline will continue…and one day Saltarian, he will become Papa…” Copia began, watching the light starting to fade in Saltarian’s eyes.

“No…” Saltarian shuddered as Copia pushed the knife in deeper. Twisting it as he spoke, “And long may he reign!”

Epilogue

A Few Years Later…

As the lights died down on the stage at the last of the Los Angeles shows, Copia remained bowed. His heart pounding in his chest and the thrill of the crowd cheering “Papa” echoing throughout the arena. Never did he imagine his life would be like this. Admired by all and revered by the Ministry.

It had been so long since his humbler beginnings. The night of his true rise to power was long behind him. Followed swiftly by the sweet embrace of Fatherhood not long after. Becoming Papa, despite it all, in the in between.

Now that he had been in charge for some time, Copia decided that after the Imperatour he would step down. If there was one thing Saltarian got right—was that new blood was needed in the Ministry. Terzo's son—his son, would one day rise to power and until then Copia wanted the Ministry to be helmed by someone else. Copia, knowing he had done all he could there after working to reform things.

He had worked hard to bring down all those who co-conspired in the deaths of his father and brothers. His mother was forced to step down from her position within the church. Toured for years with Ghost, and helped to foster a new wave of worthy siblings of sin and respectful members of the Clergy. Knowing that now was the time for someone else to lead.

He and Ollie had never been better, raising their little boy to the best of their ability while on the road. Never leaving each other’s side, even now. No longer haunted by the ghosts of the past as they worked to create their own family. A life, a love, something special just for them.

As he exited the stage, he caught sight of them. The two things he cared about more than anything else, his sweet Ollie and little Giovanni were standing there waiting for him backstage. Juice boxes, held in his pair of small hands as Giovanni went running up to his daddy. Copia, hoisting him up in the air and squeezing him tight in his arms. Ollie, following right behind him, a smile spread wide across her face.

“That was incredible.” Ollie cheered, coming to plant a kiss on Copia’s smeared painted cheek.

“I should say so, what do you think piccolo? Did daddy do a good job?” he asked Giovanni.

“I loved it!” his son cheered, throwing his arms around Copia. Juice spraying in the air and all over the back of his father’s vestments. Ollie, quickly coming to help try and help clean it up.

“Gio, you need to be more careful.” she told him. Giving him a cheeky look before dapping away at the spill.

“It’s alright cara, I won't be needing them much longer anyways. You know very soon Gio, daddy and mommy are going to take you to the country. Spend some time in the quiet… I feel it's well earned. For all of us.” Copia chuckled, sending Ollie the sincerest of smiles. Ollie was overcome with emotion. So happy to have time to enjoy just each other. The nightmares of the past behind them. She was unable to help but kiss him. Relishing the feel of his lips against hers and the sounds of their son’s giggles as she hummed in contentment.

“That it is Papa—that it is.”

Notes:

figlio di puttana- son of a bitch

Piccolo- Little one

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I'll Be Your Gravity, You Be My Oxygen

Chapter Two: My Head is Haunting Me

Dew is awake after undergoing the Elemental transformation and he’s not doing so hot. Oops…too soon?

Rating: Explicit (eventually…right now it’s just angst) Word Count: 2670 CW: Mention of needle use (nothing graphic)

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Hours. Days. Weeks. Dew isn’t aware of how much time has passed but he knows it’s significant. When he’s finally able to open his eyes, the first thing he realizes is that he can see again. It’s not perfect, things are still slightly fuzzy around the edges, but he can see a shape laying on the edge of his bed. The sheets and blankets covering him feel unfamiliar and it hits him all over again: he’s in the Infirmary, he went through with the Ritual, he lost his Water. He stirs, trying to speak, and the shape moves.

“Dew?” It’s Aether. He can hear and the first thing he hears is Aether’s voice and he wants to cry, tries to say anything but all he can do is croak weakly. “Here, love, don’t try to speak just yet. Drink this,” he reaches for a cup of water from the table next to his bed, carefully lifting it to his lips and holding the straw steady for him. “Easy, don’t strain yourself,” he whispers.

Dew tries to grab the straw with his lips but misses, misjudging its location and huffing in frustration before trying again. When the straw finally slips between his lips, he inhales as much water as he can before Aether pulls the glass away. “Don’t overdo it, love. You’ll make yourself sick.”

When the water hits his stomach, it churns. Almost as if Aether knows what’s about to happen, he grabs a trash can and holds it in front of Dew just as he spews water everywhere. Aether rubs his back and brushes stray pieces of hair away from his face and mumbles soft words of comfort. There isn’t much to expel from his body but it continues to spasm and try its best to remove anything sitting in his stomach. After a moment, he’s able to sit back and he begins to cry. His entire body hurts and clenching his abdomen while vomiting makes it feel even worse.

“A-aeth…” Dew feels like his throat rips open when he speaks but he has to say to say his name, has to feel his name escape from between his lips like a prayer to the Lord Below. He does his best to blink the fuzzy filter over his eyes away so that he can see his beautiful Quintessence Ghoul. Surely if he can just look at him, he’ll feel better, right?

“Don’t speak, baby. It’s okay, I’m here.” He reaches out to grab Dew’s hand, recoiling when Dew winces. “I’m sorry…”

Dew doesn’t let go of Aether’s hand and tries his best to push through the pain he feels radiating through his hand. He needs the contact, pain be damned. When he tries to speak again, nothing comes out, and when he huffs again, a puff of smoke shoots out of his nose. Dew just blinks a few times and when he looks at Aether, he notices him doing his best to suppress laughter. He tilts his head, doing his best not to wince at the motion, and raises an eyebrow. Or, at least, makes an attempt to, as he’s not sure if he even has eyebrows at the moment. Everything feels like it’s been burned off, erased from his body like he’s starting over.

Aether’s free hand flies up to cover his mouth. “I’m not laughing at you, I swear. That was just…unexpectedly cute.” Dew blinks a few more times and tries his best to squeeze Aether’s hand in reassurance. “Oh Dew, I can’t tell you how happy I am that you’re awake. I…we’ve missed you so fucking much.”

It’s tearing him up inside that he can’t talk, can’t even fully see Aether just yet. He’s mostly clear but there’s a layer of fuzz around him that frustrates Dew to no end. All of this hell that he’s gone through and his body can’t just let him see his love? Even being in as much pain as he’s in, even after having his entire existence altered, all he wants to do is make sure his mates are okay. It’s the least he could do after breaking their hearts and going through with this.

“Aether…”

The look on Aether’s face when he hears Dew’s voice in his head makes the effort it took to just think at him worth it. His smile makes Do’s heart flutter and the tears that fall from his eyes makes his heart shatter into fiery pieces. “Yeah, baby, I’m here.”

“How long?” He doesn’t have to be specific, knows Aether will know exactly what he means. He almost regrets asking, no longer sure he wants to know how long he’s been out for.

“Dew I don’t…”

“How. Long.”

Aether sighs, dropping his head slightly. “Almost two weeks. Omega and I have been doing our best to speed up the healing process but…Satanas, Dew, we’ve never had to deal with this level of injury before.”

He tries his best not to think about how severe his injuries must be but curiosity gets the better of him. Lifting his hand and trying not to wince, he looks at his skin. It’s flaky, charred like he’s been burnt, but there are places where he appears to be healed. His skin looks…normal? It’s still the same grey color it’s always been but he knows, can feel, it’s different somehow.

“You’re still beautiful, Dew,” Aether whispers.

“I’m a fucking monster, Aeth.” Dew immediately regrets his words when he sees Aether flinch, not wanting to cause him any more distress than he already has. But he is a monster now, at least in his eyes.

“Please don’t say that. You’re not a monster.”

Dew absentmindedly starts to pick at the flaking skin on his arm and as he does, he remembers: Ifrit. “Aeth…is Ifrit…?”

“He’s absolutely destroyed. Barely left his room since the Ritual happened.”

Dew’s eyes widen and he feels like he’s going to be sick all over again. She lied. Imperator lied to him and he believed her. He knew she was the type of person to say and do whatever she had to in order to get what she wanted, but this? She truly was evil. He screams, a guttural and wretched sound that tears his throat up and has him spitting blood everywhere. He screams until there isn’t any oxygen left in his lungs and then he screams some more. Aether is panicking, trying desperately to get Dew to stop, pleading with him, but Dew just continues to scream. Eventually he feels…sleepy? His screaming dies down and his head slowly falls to the side. As he loses consciousness, he sees Aether with a needle in hand, pressing the plunger into Dew’s charred arm.

“It’s okay, baby, just sleep. I’m right here.” Aether’s voice is fuzzy and sounds far away as Dew drifts off, and the infirmary room is silent once again.

His dreams are filled with fire. It surrounds him, an impassable barrier between him and his mates. Aether and Mountain are just on the other side of the fire but he can’t get to them, he can’t cross the fire. All he can do is fall to his knees in the middle of the fire ring and sob until the dream changes. Now he’s underwater and he immediately recognizes the lake outside of the Abbey that he loves to spend his time in. It’s a relief, but the feeling doesn’t last long. The water begins to bubble almost as if it’s boiling, and he feels his entire body heating up and melting from the inside out. He screams but no sound comes out, just blood, and his lungs fill with the boiling hot water of his beloved lake. As his eyes darken, feeling himself drowning and boiling to death simultaneously, the dream cuts to black.

He’s falling, somehow, falling through nothing but blackness. As he falls, memories play as if they were a movie on a big screen. He sees when he was first Summoned, the first time he saw Aether, the first kiss him and Mountain shared. The memories change to him in Sister Imperator’s office, the moment he told Aether and Mountain about the Ritual, the last kiss that him and Aether shared, the last words he heard him say.

“Nothing will ever change how much I love you, Dew.”

When he wakes again, Aether is still there. This time he’s cleaning wounds and changing bandages and Dew can’t comprehend how he can stand to even look at him. The beautiful Water Ghoul that he was is gone, replaced by an angry and bitter Fire Ghoul. He knows he looks different but he can’t bring himself to ask for a mirror just yet.

“I’m sorry, Aeth.” He knows that even in his head his voice is pathetic sounding, that it’s just another thing that’s changed about him.

Aether continues his work, not speaking for a moment and leaving Dew’s words hanging in the air. When he’s finished gathering the bloody and ruined bandages and throwing them in the garbage, only then does he sit back down in the chair that he’s been sleeping in next to Dew’s bed.

“You don’t have to apologize. I can’t…I have no idea what you’re going through, Dew. I wish more than anything that I could take this pain from you, make you better with the snap of my fingers,” he chuckles softly as he snaps, a destroyed look in his eyes. “Guess I’m not as good of a Quintessence Ghoul as I thought I was.”

“Fuck off with that. If anyone’s gonna throw a pity party, it’s gonna be me, got it?” Dew cracks a smile, broken as it may be, but it gets Aether to smile back at him.

“Always the center of attention,” Aether laughs, reaching out for Dew’s hand and holding it gently.

“How’s Mount?”

“Isolating himself, mostly. He visits you every night and brings you a flower. I even heard him singing a few times but…he’s not doing well, honestly. Spends most of his time in the greenhouses.”

Dew sighs, his throat protesting immediately. “You can’t let him do that, Aeth.”

“My priority has been you, Dew. You’ve been everyones priority since this fucking Ritual.”

“And I’m telling you to make time for Mount. He needs you-“

“And I need you!” Aether shouts unexpectedly, making Dew flinch. “Fuck, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry, Dew…” Aether drops his head to the bed and sobs, his tears staining the scratchy unfamiliar blanket that’s covering Dew. “I’ve been so scared. So fucking scared. I told you I wasn’t going to live without you and I meant it. There were a few times where neither Omega nor I could…could feel…” his breath hitches and he coughs, more heartbreaking sobs escaping his body as he clutches Dew’s hand like it’s a lifeline.

“Aeth I’m here, I’m okay.” It’s a soul crushing feeling seeing his mate in this much distress and not being able to do anything about it, knowing that he’s the reason for why Aether is crying his heart out on the shitty infirmary blanket right now.

“You almost weren’t okay, though. Your fucking heart stopped and I felt it…I fucking felt it, Dew. My chest was tight and I couldn’t breathe and I just knew you were…gone. Omega brought you back but I just stood there screaming at you to wake up, I need you, I can’t exist in a world without you.” Aether lifts his head, his face splotchy and tears still streaming down his face. “You are the star that lights up my darkest sky and without you, I can’t see anything. Without you, I’m nothing.”

Dew just sits there and he doesn’t realize it at first but he’s crying. “Fuck you. Don’t you ever think about leaving this world behind if I’m not in it, do you understand? You don’t need me in order to be someone, Aether.” As he wipes his face, a piece of skin flakes off and he cringes, head physically recoiling and a disgusted look crossing his face. “That’s so fucking gross,” he chuckles, his throat only protesting slightly at the sound.

Aether shakes his head but he’s smiling a bit. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Dew.”

Dew shrugs. “Probably pissed off the Big Guy downstairs and he stuck you with my annoying ass for all eternity as punishment,” another chuckle and this one hurts less. He smiles thinking he’s making progress in healing already and thinks about how he’s ready to start playing his bass again.

And then he remembers that he’s no longer Water, no longer bass. He’s Fire but…so is Ifrit? Where does he fit in now? Is he even in the band anymore?

“I can see the gears turning in your head. What’s on your mind?” Aether picks another stray piece of charred flesh from his neck and winces, whispering soft apologies as he picks away at Dew and rubs some kind of lotion on his skin.

“The new Water Ghoul…they’re going to replace me. And I won’t have a place with you anymore.” Dew sighs and feels his chest constrict at the thought of not being able to play anymore, not being able to tour with his pack and his mates anymore. What was his purpose in life if he wasn’t going to perform?

“Ifrit is retiring, Dew. You’re taking his place and the new Summon will take yours.”

Dew’s eyes immediately widen, his heart races. “Frit isn’t…”

“He’s not getting sent back to the Pit, no.” Aether squeezes Dew’s hand reassuringly. “What did Sister tell you to make you believe he was gone, baby?”

Dew just shakes his head, “I’m not ready to talk about that. Can we just get on with this healing shit? I’m ready to play again.” He flings the blanket off his body and tries to swing his legs over the bed. And that’s when he sees the bandages that were being hidden. “Aeth I look like a fucking mummy what is this shit?!”

Aether does his best to hold back laughter but seeing his tiny mate wrapped up like this really does make him look like a mummy. “But you’re the cutest mummy in the Abbey!”

“I better be the only fucking mummy in the Abbey!” Dew’s voice in his head is nervous, like there are other mummies somewhere around the Abbey. Admittedly, he hadn’t seen every place on the grounds just yet, but the ones he had seen were all mummy-free the last time he checked.

A loud and happy laugh bursts from Aether’s lips and he’s holding his belly as he rocks back and forth. “Fucking hells, it is so good to have you awake again, sweetheart. I haven’t laughed like this in a while.” He grabs the blankets and covers Dew back up, ruffling his now slightly ginger colored hair as the Fire Ghoul protests with whines and soft growls.

“The fuck, Aeth, I want to get up.” He tries to fling the blankets off again but Aether holds them down.

“Woah there, Sparky, one step at a time. We’re gonna start by getting some food in you so we can give you some more meds. Then we can talk physical therapy.”

Dew groans, causing Aether to laugh softly as he plants a kiss on the angry Ghoul’s forehead. “Bullshit,” he croaks out as best he can. It’s worth the slight scratch and tightness in his throat.

“Of all the things you could say and you decided on that?” Aether shakes his head, chuckling at how adorable his mate is when he’s grumpy.

“It at least better be good food.” Dew crosses his arms and pouts to the best of his ability given his current state.

“Mountain is making Brimstone soup just for you.”

At the mention of the special soup that Mount always makes for him when he’s sick, his ears perk up and he looks at Aether with slightly less grumpy eyes, “Good soup,” he whispers, laughing along with Aether.

#midnight writes #raindrop #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfic

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Being a new addition to the ghouls’ polycule was definitely an experience. It was a relatively easy assimilation through friendship and what was now over a year spent knowing them all. It was rare to find Y/N in their own quarters so for Rain to find them shuffling out of Mountain’s room during early morning was no shock. Tour was sneaking up on them all and Y/N was taking up all the free time their partners’ had to offer. It was becoming more and more often Y/N and Rain would find each other in the wee hours when they both couldn’t seem to sleep. Rain’s dark eyes only briefly find theirs as they flop onto the couch in the shared space of the den. An almost dejected sigh leaves their lips as they curl into themself slightly.

“You’ve fucked up your sleep schedule bad, huh?” He comments knowingly, he only half heartedly tries to hide the knowing smirk on his face. A small nod of agreement from them was followed by a small frown.

“Cir, Sunny, and I stayed up until eight am playing video games a couple nights ago and that definitely made it worse, but it was completely wrecked before that.” They admitted. Y/N couldn’t keep eye contact with the ghoul out of shame. His hand came to rest on their thigh, his thumb rubbing their skin comfortingly.

“Sleep meds not working?”

“It’s still hit or miss right now while it’s getting back into my system regularly.” They explain with a sigh before they speak again, ”I hope it starts working before you guys leave.“

Rain’s chest started to ache at their admittance. It was hard to ignore the pain in their voice. This would be the first tour that the entire polycule would have a partner waiting for them back home at the Ministry and in Rain’s mind it was rather bittersweet. Mountain had talked about how he dealt with it when they were exclusive to him, but Rain was admittedly a little less independent.

”You can always crash in my room while we’re gone, if you want.“ He offers. A small smile cracks their face causing his heartbeat to pick up.

”I appreciate it. I don’t know if I will though.“ They admitted as their brows knitted for a second as if in contemplation. Rain couldn’t help but tilt his head at their words. “Any specific reason?“ He asks. A small sigh leaves Y/N before they rest their head on Rain’s shoulder.

”I think it may make me miss you more than I would in my own bed. When it was just me and Mountain tour was still a challenge, but now it’s even harder. I know Aeth will still be here now that he’s been reassigned, but that still leaves the rest of you guys to miss. Plus I think if I’m caught in the den without you all here I’ll catch hell.“ They admit

”When has that ever stopped you from coming to the den? I remember when you would sneak in here to convince me or Swiss to go on late night walks with you in the garden. I think you used to get caught in here once a week or more at one point“ Rain tells them with a fond smile on his face. Y/N lets out a chuckle at the memory followed by a playful roll of their eyes.

”There’s less incentive to risk it without you guys here.“ They explain. Rain nods, understandingly before speaking again.

”Well, the offer stands either way.“ He tells them before snaking his arm around their waist to pull them into his side. ”I appreciate it,“ Y/N tells him as they place a kiss on his cheek, before curling into him. ”I might borrow a hoodie while you’re gone since my bed will be so cold and empty.“ Their feign melodramatic tone making Rain laugh. He rested his head on theirs as he turned his attention back to the TV that had earlier served as white noise.

To Rain’s surprise it didn’t take long before their breathing slowed and they fell asleep cuddled into his side. He couldn’t help the warm feeling in his chest at the realization. Y/N rarely slept, much less slept well, so he couldn’t help but be a little elated at the thought of comforting his partner to this level. Only when the other ghouls started to wake and come out of their rooms did Rain speak again. First was Sunshine who per usual was a notoriously early riser. She went to greet Rain good morning before she was shushed by him.

”Y/N finally fell back asleep.“ He whispered to the ghoulette. Sunshine silently walked over to the couch where Rain and Y/N were, giving Rain a kiss and placing a soft one on Y/N head, before whispering a farewell and leaving the den. A similar pattern repeated when Sodo, Aether, and Cirrus woke up. Sodo and Aether both went about their business after a brief explanation of shushing, but Cirrus decided to cautiously settle on the couch beside Y/N, who only stirred for a second then buried their face in Rain’s chest causing Cirrus to let out a quiet ‘aww.’ Cirrus gently cuddled up to Y/N's sleeping figure making them let out a quiet content sound. Rain couldn’t help but admire the scene before him. Cirrus smiled at him lovingly before resting her head against Y/N. Rain once again turns his attention back to the TV only to soon after be pulled into the warm lulling pull of his partners

#rain x reader #mention of polyghouls #smidge of cirrus x reader #and sunshine x reader #idk what else to tag #pls have mercy #this is my first published ghost x reader fic #i'm out of practice #so pls forgive me for errors #rain ghoul x reader

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13 "I love it when you scream my name"

yn at Rain. (Baby is very vocal we all know it 👀) Or Rain with someone if your choice. But make that baby boy whine pleaseeeeee

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18+ minors don’t interact NSFW CONTENT

13: “I love it when you scream my name.”

Pairing: Rain ghoul x Swiss ghoul ❤️🫶🏻

A/n: yeahhh I might of gotten carried away. Also- this is the first thing I’m releasing for the 400 event and I’m already 30 away from 500….needless to say there will NOT be a 500 event lmao. This will also be part 2 of a two chapter thingy, still working on chapter one.

Warnings: toys, overstim? Kinda hardcore to fluff, crying (pleasure), uhhh I most likely missed some. Also- NOT proof read

Rains so far out from being sane that the sound of electricity and the numbing feeling of the vibrator taped to his dick has become the regular environment.

It’s been 4 hours since Swiss proposed the idea. And it’s been 4 hours of rain squirming and whining for the, possibly, last orgasm of the night.

His long limbs have been abandoned since they started.

The first couple of hours, rain tried to compose his moans and hums as the abbey was in a deep state of slumber.

Swiss’ room was completely dark, pitch black since the moon was new and in its final cycle, something rain was currently envying. His bed sheets have fallen to the ground and their bodies were across the flannel dressed mattress. His window was fully open, the curtains danced in the wind that ran shivers up rains wet and shaking form.

Swiss, on the other hand, was enjoying the scene before him. There wasn’t a second, not even to swallow his own saliva, that wasn’t used in a whine or load moan.

Oh it was music to Swiss’ ears, he just sat there, on the edge of the bed watching rain struggle to keep up with the intense vibrations of the bright pink toy strapped to him.

If he got to quiet for his liking, he would simply take the remote from the side table and push the button to the next highest setting.

Rains eyes pop open as they shine bright blue in the dark room, his legs buck and he feels the restraints on his hands and ankles to the bed posts strain him from any movement.

Swiss tested our different patterns of levels, earning a song from rains bitten lips.

Every time it hit the highest setting, his thighs would try abs squeeze together, making the most beautiful sound escape the leather buckle and the loudest sound fall from his trembling blue lips.

He quickly pulls the trigger down all the way, pulling a pitiful whine from the water ghoul.

His black wavy locks stuck to his skin from sweat.

“Ohhh rainy…so you think it’s time to cum?” Swiss mocks, a smirk on his face.

Rain can’t even form words, the feeling of an abused orgasm is too much to bare.

“P-l” he works up both the courage and strength to say please, but is interrupted by the toy hitting the highest setting again.

What was left of his breathe is stolen from his lungs and he feels his heart burn withe the fire that shoots from his core to his stomach.

His heart tells him it’s pleasure

But his brain tells him otherwise

He gives up, laying there limp as the small little toy brings him to orgasm.

All rain can do is lay there and focus on the hot white liquid leaking from his red and swollen tip. Drops turn into s stream and he’s now a faucet of both cum and moans on Swiss’ bed.

He uses the last of all his air to display a long deep note that was neither a groan of relief nor a moan of pleasure.

Swiss rides out his orgasm, slowly twisting the bob down to 0%.

“Oh rainy…” Swiss whispers, rubbing his back and the backside of his calf.

“S-iss.” Rain whimpers, feeling tears fall from his cheeks.

“Let’s clean you up Hm?” He says, untying the leather restraints on him.

Luckily, there’s no bruising or red burns.

“-ait.” Rain barely whispers, more of a breath than a word.

Swiss looks at him, his full attention on his water ghoul.

“I wan, I wan feel uo.” Rain whispers, “just wan you inside.”

Swiss smirks, surprised that rain still needs a bit more sexual love for the night.

“Are you sure? We can wait till tomorrow?” Swiss says, trying to be sure that he’s ok.

“I won’t be able to walk tomorrow either way.” Rain giggles a little, his droopy tired eyes squinting with his smile.

“Alright raindrop.” Swiss laughs

“Let’s get you ready, I know you must be tired of stuff being done the hard way tonight.” Swiss adds, gathering rains slick with two fingers and sliding it deep into him. Rain twitches at the sensitive feeling.

“Fuck, sorry baby boy.” Swiss apologies

“No no, please continue.” Rain replies

“Fuck, sugar your so sweet.” Swiss moans

He moans, at the foreign feeling.

Swiss scissors him, all around to stretch him for his own length. No matter how many times rain takes Swiss, he will still be a challenge to fully take.

Swiss takes his fingers out, and slides them in one last time, then out again. He flips rain onto his back, a more comfortable position for his most likely aching joints.

Swiss leans up to him, props rain against the wall of pillows. He meets their noses, a little ghoul way of kissing, then wipes the baby hairs sticking to his forehead away. Swiss blows a bit of cool air onto his face, relaxing him even more while Swiss positions himself at his entrance.

Swiss slowly slides himself in, he feels rains insides clench around him, it drives him nuts.

“Fuck- no tight baby.” Swiss groans, fitting what girth he could.

“Mm- so warm.” He continues under his breath.

Rain whimpers, feeling his girthy length touch every available spot.

“G-green.” Rain whispers, signaling for him to move.

“Are you sure?”

“Yea.”

Swiss slowly pulls out, then slowly thrusts back in. He does this a few times, he grabs rains plushy thighs and bring them up, giving Swiss more room for him to move.

Swiss goes a little faster, carful not to hurt him too much.

“Fuck!” Rain exclaims

“Oh~ ray you feel so fucking good around me.”

“Shit- please Swiss!” Rain whimpers, feeling tears prickle in his eyes.

“Fuck, baby m close.”

“Swiss~.”

Swiss moved faster, faster, faster until he could visibly see the stars in rains eyes.

“Fuck Swiss! Swiss!! Please!” Rain screams, the fire of pleasure spreading fast and strong. It consumes him, it takes his legs, his arms, his head, his hands and brain.

“Fuck I love it when you scream my name Rain.” Swiss moans, his voice catching in his own whimpers as he feels himself about to be consumed the flames of lust too.

“Fuck yes, say my name louder baby.” Swiss demands, thrusting and hammering rains insides hard and further in, causing his sweet spot to trigger.

“Swiss! Swiss, fuck please Swiss!” Rain whimpers, tears of bliss falling down his blue cheeks.

Swiss’ claws dug into rains thighs as he finishes.

Rain wails, his orgasm possessing the both of the lust driven ghouls.

Rain feels Swiss fall beside him, exhausted from their ritual.

“Shit..” Swiss sighs, a groan after.

“Hauh.” Rain tries to speak, but it turns into a stream of gibberish.

“Lemme get up…stay here tad pole.” Swiss murmured, pushing himself off the bed.

After a few minutes, Swiss comes back with a warm wet washcloth and cleans the mess he made with rain up.

He slowly guides it across rains skin, over his curves and in the crevices of his skin. He’s exhausted, but not as much as rain. So Swiss takes the time to even clean his horns, his claws, and his tail, then proceeds to give him a little scalp massage when he lays back down.

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pherelesytsia · 2 years

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Of Pumpkins and Ghosts

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female/Reader

Summary: After his wife discovers that Bucky has never celebrated Halloween, she and the children take the matter into their own hands.

Warning: Fluff, Cute Costumes

Word Count: 1.4k

a/n:. Requests are open!!!

The smell of pumpkin was in the air. The warmth swept the burden of the last mission aside. Bewildered, the dark-haired man glanced around. No voices greeted him, telling him how happy they were to see him again. The pit in his stomach deepened. His eyes, blue heavens, drifted to the watch he revealed under the dark sleeve and knew his wife had not fallen into the realm of dreams.

The door fell into the lock, and Bucky threw the keys into the small bowl. Sweat didn't adorn his body, wasn't out of breath, took off his light jacket, hung it next to his girlfriend's coat and placed the high leather boots next to the door.

His eyes went on a journey. Her name crossed his lips, again and again. Bucky brushed the loose strands of hair behind his ear and balled his hands into fists, prepared to face wrath and gore. Winter did not reign in his piercing eyes. The grin on his lips widened. Wordlessly, he propped himself against the door frame and crossed his arms in front of his chest, feeling the material ripping around his sculptured arms of a Greek god.

Cobwebs, silvery and sticky, hung from the ceiling. Pumpkins, spiders, ghouls and ghosts bearing cheerful faces and dressed in amusing costumes, not creepy, gruesome nor frightening, welcomed him in the tranquil apartment.

Realisation hit him like a wave, realised Y/N had overheard the conversation between him and Steve, had reminisced about old memories, the faint past, greyed memories of their childhood in the 30´s and were startled to find out that they couldn't recollect the last time they had celebrated the festivity, whether they had worn costumes and what sweets they had received.

A thick layer of spider webs adorned the corners and bats had caught themselves in the gossamer threads. Skeletons, grinning and dancing, smiling and suits wearing, stood in the candlelight on the mantlepiece. Framed pictures were missing. Curtains touched and fairly light, twinkling stars, lightened the far corners.

The table was set for three. His heart pounded rapidly, could not take his eyes off his wife taking a tray out of the oven. Bucky was trying to catch a glimpse of the biscuits, stood on tiptoes and smirked. Y/N placed the biscuits shaped into pumpkins, ghosts and bats on the vibrantly coloured plates. Dressed in a dark green uniform, Y/N danced through the living room with webs in her hands and tossed them onto the sofa, the floor, and chairs, followed by the crib next to the windows.

Delicate curls framed her features of a fallen goddess, banned from grey havens, envied by women. Lips graced by a deep shade of red shaped into a smile. Her eyes were sparkling with pride, the purest form of delight. The neckline revealed nothing; the skirt covered her ankles, and Bucky thought he was a youngling again, with no serum flowing through his veins.

Taking the lighter, Y/N lit the candles in the black candlestick. A muffled cry escaped her throat, brought her hand to her heart and shook her heart, thought someone else, a burglar, was approaching her with long strides, but the smile she had fallen in love with dispelled the bloodcurdling fear nagging at her bones.

"Is it that late?" she uttered in shock, unable to believe she hadn't noticed Bucky, hadn't heard him enter the lavishly decorated flat.

"This is not how I imagined being welcomed." Bucky laughed.

He leaned his backpack against the kitchen counter and stepped towards his wife, slowed and surveyed the clothing.

"I found some old decorations in the attic. Nat left a good hour ago and Peter helped me with the webs and carried the boxes. I'm sorry, I have lost my sense of time and hoped you would come later. We wanted to surprise you, my love." she uttered.

Y/N placed the remains of the webs on the table next to the plates overflowing with biscuits and muffins. Glasses filled with wine as red as crimson caught his attention. His hand settled on her waist, brushed over the rough fabric in circling motions, lost himself in the depths of her eyes and kissed her slowly, passionately, as if they were apart for three long years.

"I missed you.", "We missed you more." Y/N joked, couldn't finish the sentence.

The arms she wanted to wrap around his neck, to prevent him from leaving, were hanging next to her body. Not another word crossed her lips. The grin spoke volumes. Confused, Bucky looked after her, but before the first syllable could cross, Y/N disappeared into the room, behind the white door graced with uneven letters shaping into a name. He chuckled and wiped his lips, but the lipstick had left no traces on his skin. He leaned forward and examined the biscuits. Listening to the soft tunes playing in the background, sounding creepy, a man escaping an abandoned castle, Bucky bit the head of the ghost off and brushed the crumbs from his shirt. His heart melted; gold kissed by rising flames fed by the howling wind.

"Look who is here. Daddy is home. How wonderful, right? Now we can scare him." Y/N whispered loud enough to know Bucky had heard everything.

Laughter, pealing and heart-warming broke free.

"Look who's awake. We have to tell daddy to put on a costume and then we'll be perfect won't we, my little pumpkin?" Y/N continued, addressing the boy in her arms, destroying her curls.

Bucky was speechless, strolled towards his little family and grinned at the sight of the vibrant orange pumpkin suit. He searched further but did not find the person he was looking for.

"Daddy is home." Y/N chuckled.

The boy laughed.

"Sadly, the store had no sergeant costumes for little boys, and believe me, I attempted to tailor one, but I failed." Y/N continued.

"You didn't have to do all this because of me," Bucky interjected, failing to remove his gaze from the bright-eyed boy.

"We guessed you probably wouldn't want to go to the others. Tony's throwing his annual party, but we know you and decided we'd have our little party. Just the four of us. Steve will come around later. Peter's been helping me with the cobwebs, but he's got other stuff to do." Y/N said.

Bucky stretched out his arms, took big steps, and the little boy with rosy cheeks and eyes mirroring his told Bucky to come nearer.

"Come here. I hope you helped.", "And you're supposed to take it easy," Bucky scolded with his hand resting on the small of her back, and the toddler resting on his chest.

"You worry too much, everything is fine and if I weren't fine, we would be in bed." the woman objected.

"You didn't have to do all this because of me,", "We enjoyed it. Noah will be here around eight. He's with Tony and Steve. The uncles volunteered to go door to door with him, but this little pumpkin was a great help. You should have seen them; Tony and Steve were practically arguing about what costume Noah is going to wear.” Y/N chuckled, melting under his touch.

"Who won?" Bucky inquired, convinced he knew the answer.

"Neither of them," she added.

Bucky lifted his right brow.

"First Noah was planning to be the Hulk, then Captain America, followed by Iron Man and Spiderman, but then he saw an old picture of you and now he wanders around town as a Sergeant," Y/N said.

The words elicited a laugh. Leaning into his embrace, Y/N smirked as fingers reached for her nose. Hundreds of words rested on the tip of his tongue yet none slipped, letting silence rule and he ran his fingers through her hair, holding her closer and breathed a feather-light kiss on her temple.

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Darius frantically googling childcare tips in the runaway au, hoping to god that the Emperor's Coven isn't monitoring his scroll. how do you take care of a child? how do you reassure a child? how do you feed a - okay actually that one's easy, Hunter has his father's painfully simple taste in food, if his looks didn't make it obvious that he's Jasper's son the fact that he considers salt a spice would be proof enough.

Eberwolf is like, I can give you some tips but they're all gonna be based on raising ratworm litters and Darius is like STOP.

Hunter is probably kind of an easy kid to take care of in most respects, tho. like you said, he's had to become independent. self-sufficient. I feel like a lot of his childhood he was kinda like a fawn - like, a mother deer will leave her baby in a place she deems safe and hidden, and the fawn will lay there completely still for HOURS until mom gets back. Jasper's definitely had to do that with Hunter, except as Hunter has grown older Jasper has likely left him alone for longer periods of time, so Hunter gets to wander around a bit while waiting for his dad to get back. Swipe some food, maybe work some odd jobs for some snails, visit the library and see if he can finish a book before they have to move on again.

so he doesn't complain easily, and he doesn't really get bored the way a regular kid might, he's used to either sitting perfectly still or going off to find something to take up his time. he probably also gets more mileage out of entertainment items Darius gets for him. Darius is like "uhhhh I found some crappy crayons and some paper, sorry, best I can do on short notice" and Hunter is just like, oh, cool! cuz he's rarely had time/space/resources to sit down and color on paper.

Darius is still fumbling his way through this tho. one night he wakes up to find a sniffling Hunter climbing into bed with him and he starts to panic like OH GOD IS HE SICK I DON'T WANNA DO GERMS BUT I WILL IF I HAVE TO except no, the kid just misses his dad. Darius surreptitiously grabs his phone to type in "what to do when a kid crawls into bed with you crying" except to his everlasting horror he did NOT type that into Ghoul-gle, he typed it into a text message and now Eberwolf is responding like DARIUS ARE YOU SERIOUS and Darius is like I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO and Eber is like JUST HUG HIM THE WAY YOU'D NEVER HUG A BABY RATWORM.

Rjjsjsjd Darius trying to figure out how to care for this kid via eberwolf describing how to care for various baby animals

Yeah yeah yeah. Hunter is a baby faun. He's very good at hiding and he's very good at following instructions. Jasper has to weigh a lot of risks. Is it riskier to steal what he needs, or is it riskier to earn it by bounty hunting or selling something or what have you? And things just get riskier as Hunter gets older. Another timeline where jasper can't give hunter the childhood he wants him to have, but he's going to make sure he has one that he makes it out of, at least. He would rather have an unhappy adult than a dead child.

Hunter is a little fuckin monkey. He's always stealing shit. Just to prove he can. I love this little goblin version of hunter, a highly skilled little artful dodger.

When I was a teenager and my dad left it was pretty hard on my family. My brother has down's syndrome and autism; he's nonverbal, low-functioning, legally dead/blind. So he has a lot of trouble communicating effectively. He was like nine around this time and yeah, normal stuff was no problem. He knew how to let me know he was hungry or he needed me to come hit play on his DVD or something- assistive communication devices were and I think still are thousands of dollars lol and my folks and I were eating out of the food bank so. Yeah. Not happening.

In any case, the point is that one night my brother started crying. Like. Really crying. Crying in a way id never heard before. And obviously my mom came but I drove him to the hospital and we spent all night in the ER while he screamed and sobbed and they did test after test after test trying to figure out what could possibly be wrong.

Nothing was wrong. He was completely fine, physically. The end "diagnosis" was... Our dad had been gone three months and it was finally hitting him that he might not be coming back.

Just thinking about poor little hunter trying to cope with the idea his dad might not be coming back because he doesn't know where he is or what happened to him; he's just gone and it hurts! Reminded me of that night (can you believe I had to go to school the next day lol)

All Darius can do is hold this sobbing little guy and tell him that at least HE isn't going anywhere because... What else can he say? It's going to be okay? Jasper is going to be okay? Jasper will come back? He doesn't know that. He doesn't know any of that. All he can do is his own best. And hunter just :(

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I had three short little ideas about the ghouls on the way to work and outlined them on my way in so I wouldn't forget. Here is the first one of those, a little more sweet Dewther separation angst. Here are the Rulti and the Raindrop parts.

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Summary: Dew and Aether are reminded of the tiny details that the other exists as they lay in bed wondering if they feel the same way.

It was the same every time the two ghouls shared a bed. Aether would take the left side and Dew would curl up on the right. Even when alone neither of the two could manage to break the habit of automatically claiming their assigned side. Sure, plenty of times that space will often end up occupied by another ghoul , but now that they were separated by so much space it felt weird.

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Dew wonders as he lays in the uncomfortable hotel room how Aether is dealing with the adjustment. Surely Sunny was there to fill that hole sometimes, but she couldn’t always be there. Even when she was, it would never be the same, just like how the ghouls he had been partnered with weren't the same.

He can’t stop himself from wondering, when the quintessence ghoul wakes up in the morning does he see little traces of him laid out on the right hand bedside table? Do they make him feel lonely? Does he feel regret about leaving over his past? As he stares at the empty table to the left of him, yet to be claimed by Swiss for the night, he can’t help but wish that Aether feels as lonely as he does right now.

He takes a deep breath in, closing his eyes and picturing the kind lavender eyes that could be greeting him. He thinks of the various books and left behind mugs that should be on that leftside table. Each item that should be proof that the quintessence ghoul will make his way to the same bed as Dew.

The memories haunt him until he can’t stand it anymore. He tries to only remember the sweetest memories but that barren table taunts him. Dew wants nothing more than to let it all go and accept that until the tour is over he won’t wake up to Aether’s tired mumbles in his sleep or any of his other endearing quirks. However, each time he blinks there is still hope that the traces of Aether will simply appear and he won't feel like this anymore.

Finally he concedes that it would hurt so much worse to know that Aether feels the same way, and shoots him a quick “Love you. Miss you.” text as an attempt to send all the love he can’t put to words. Right as he hits send Swiss walks out from the shower and begins to unpack.

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As Aether stares at that damn right bedside table, the one that is mostly there for Dew, he feels his heart wither. Each item from the spare hairbrush to the giant empty water bottle feels like traces of love left out to collect dust.

Not having Dew there in the morning to scamper in with breakfast or even tell him about whatever strange dream he had the night before leaves Aether feeling empty. The space has always been a place for Dew’s walls to fall down and it's a sight that Aether can never get enough of. As he looks at the cluttered table he lets his mind wander through pathways of fond memories for each item, times that his fire ghoul was here with him and happy.

Just as the memories threaten to drown him he is snapped out of it by his phone going off. Hearing the custom text tone he has set for Dew he immediately turns over to grab it off of his bedside table. He knows the four little words speak so much more than they say on the surface but knowing that he isn’t alone in his thoughts soothes the burning ache inside his heart a little.

Soon they will reunite again, laying in one another’s arms for hours on end. Until then the little reminders will have to do.

#other two parts will be tomorrow and day after likely cause now I’m sleepy #I gave it a quick read before posting but am so sleepy. no other edits besides that so if something’s wonky sorry #nocturnal writings #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #dewther my beloveds #aether x dewdrop

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