aeth-supremacy

[aeth-supremacy]

König - Projekt Amor

Word count: 4.6k

Pairing: König x Reader

Summary: When the lab you're clearing with König has a hormonal weapon you didn't expect, you try your hardest to control yourself from him, but you can tell he's wanted this for a while.

Warnings: Smut, poorly translated German, some canon typical violence, and drug-induced sex.

Notes: I know many of you follow me for Ghost Band stuff, which I will continue to write!! I’m just gonna leave this here for my CoD enjoyers too <3

“Hello, König!” You smiled, taking a seat across from him on the plane. You looked around for a moment, expecting to see more of the team. Surprisingly, it was just the two of you, plus a pilot. König wore what he always did, and you adorned your gear for more hands-on missions, as you normally opted to stay back and operate some of the computers back at base. Behind you, the door sealed and your pilot began procedures for liftoff.

“Hallo, süßes mädchen.” König said simply. You could tell his eyes creased slightly behind his hood. A small gesture that he was happy to see you. He fidgeted lightly with a sheathed knife, his leg bouncing as he thought. Despite not being able to see his face, he looked handsome. Maybe it was something in his eyes, or the way his shoulders rested on the seats of the small plane. You wouldn’t dare tell him, but you thought he looked gorgeous. As you were about to pipe up and talk to him, a voice rang in through your headpiece.

“Listen up, kids. We got something simple for you today, and I know it’s just the two of you. We’re dropping you by a small building near a forested area, it’s said to contain some bioweapons in a basement lab that we gotta take possession of. Do not split up at any time. Do you copy?”

“Copy, Captain.” You chimed.

“Copy.” König added.

“Alright. Trust each other, come back in one piece. I’ll have some folk in touch if you run into trouble. Out.” The radio buzzed out. You looked back to König again, his leg bouncing faster and his gloved fingers playing with the hem of his hood.

“Are you nervous, König?” You asked sweetly. You didn’t want to make fun of him, you never did. But you could see the fear in his eyes from what people had said before, his eyebrows shifting defensively before he remembered who he was talking to. You and König don’t go way far back, but you had known him for a few months and you had been nothing but kind. You’ve talked to him without minding his pauses to think, you’ve stayed up late to help him with paperwork or talk through his feelings, you’ve gone to lunch with him so he wouldn’t feel so lonely, in all honesty… you’ve done a lot for him. He had a deep appreciation for you that he never spoke about, but he knew it was there, and that it was possibly even something more than platonic gratitude.

“Hmm… not really.” He paused for a moment. “I have faith in our little team, very much so! I’d just hate for you to get hurt when only I can help you, kleine maus. I’m not very good at playing the medic.” He laughed nervously.

“I won’t get hurt, I promise.” Your eyes met König’s as you spoke, his gaze softening at your promise. You don’t have a clue, but he would do anything to protect you. “How far out?” You called to your pilot.

“Bout’ 25 minutes, ma’am!” He called back. You thanked him as you stood up, walking across the small gap to sit beside your teammate. He turned his head towards you, his hands dropping to his thighs and his leg calming. You made pleasant small conversation for the rest of the ride, both simply enjoying the presence of the other.

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When you arrived at the site, you never would've expected it to be a place with biological weapons. In fact, you even wondered if you were dropped at the right location. From what you could see, the site was just a humble wooden house in the forest, almost like a cabin. Its yard and landscaping were neglected, the paths to the door becoming overgrown and the wildflowers taking over the areas beside the porch. König took the path in front of you, his rifle at his side and his large body pushing up to the door and opening it by force. The pilot and his plane took off behind you, leaving you and König to clear the building and search for information for a good while before he would return.

You marveled at the way that you and König could work together. König was a trailblazer, a spearhead. He pushed from room to room, opening doors by force and shooting first. He dropped bodies everywhere he walked, and it amazed you that the soft spoken, shy boy you knew from the plane was put on hold. It was his job, after all. König was working. You two pointed in different directions, backs nearly pressed together, becoming a beautiful dance of bullets and coming out practically unscathed.

With his knife in one hand and a heartbeat monitor in his other, König announced. “Clear!” A body dropping to the ground beside him as his knife returned to its sheath. You followed quickly behind him, holstering your pistol as you walked.

“The basement.” You reminded. “Where is it? Did you find the door?”

“Mmhmm.” He hummed. “Over here, liebling.” He nodded his head to his left. The lighting that emitted from under the door was different from the warm white of the house, almost a cool blue, like aggressive fluorescent lights. He hesitantly walked over to it, slowly turning the handle as you both got your guns out once more. The door creaked open eerily, “Me first.” König stated.

He ducked to get into the stairway, you following only steps behind him. He rounded the corner sharply, pointing his gun in the direction of any possible movement. There were only two people there, a woman and a white coat with her hands up in the air, and a man in all black gear with a gun pointed right at you. König didn’t think twice as he shot the man, his heavy body dropping to the floor with a thud. You and König moved forward to the woman.

“On the ground.” You prompted. She obeyed, getting on her knees with a wince and leaving her hands where they could be seen. König walked a few feet away to take a glance at one of the many computers set up in the room. He leaned down slightly, silently observing a laptop with a blue and white screen. Files illuminated its display, and König only grazed his eyes over them in curiosity. The computer work was your job, after all. You kept your gun pointed at the woman, only looking over at your partner for a few seconds to see what he was doing.

The woman saw her opportunity. She picked up an unmarked grenade off of the ground near her, pulled its pin and threw it at König as fast as possible. A guttural scream left your throat, a bullet instinctively blowing into her brain as you panicked with the most terrifying thoughts. König’s eyes widened as the grenade dropped to his feet. Rather than an explosion, the grenade simply leaked a pinkish substance from a few holes in its base, almost gas-like. As soon as he noticed it wasn’t going to explode, König picked it up and threw it up the stairs. The pink haze remained around him, his chest heaving as he attempted to calm himself down from his panicked thoughts of mortality.

“König, König!” You rushed over to him, a hand placing onto his chest as you pushed him into another room within the basement. He stumbled backward slightly, catching himself on a door frame as you backed him into the room and opened the door for him. It had no people, no gasses, it was just a simple single office. The lights were back to being a warm beige color. It had a few computers on one desk together, filing cabinets, a few desk chairs, a small fan in the corner, and a few little areas with bookshelves or plants. “It’s okay! I’m right here, you’re okay. I promise.” You assured König as you walked with him. You shut and locked the door behind you, placing your partner slowly down onto a plush desk chair across from the main desk. His wide eyes looked up at you, petrified.

“Oh Scheiße, was ist das? Was passiert mit mir Liebling?” He spoke quickly in his native tongue. You felt so horrible, letting something like that happen to him. You could tell how much his anxiety was beginning to affect him, his ability to speak English practically fleeting, and his words beginning to slur together ever so slightly. You attempted to give him space, but his hands flew to your waist as he panicked. “No! Don’t go-” The look in his eyes tugged at something in your heart. He looked miserable, like he was so helpless he could almost cry.

That’s when you knew something was very wrong, König was far from helpless. You’d seen him destroy foes moments ago and how his eyes were pooling at the sight of you.

“I’m not going anywhere, König. I just need to take a look at their files, okay? I need to figure out what they threw at you. I’ll be right here. I’ll never leave you.” You assure. He nodded, his breaths calming as he let go of you slowly. The lack of your body made him antsy, the feeling of your body heat in his hands mysteriously making his ache from the gas relieve. He shut his eyes and let his head drop, heavy breaths leaving his covered lips.

You moved to the other side of the desk, punching in an access code to their computers as you desperately searched their files. The screen illuminated with documents, hundreds of reports and tests written out in front of you. You scrolled past what your captain wanted you to find, your mind only being set on König. You needed to help him. He is what you cared about, fuck the mission.

“Will I die?” König muttered while staring down into his lap, almost too quiet for you to hear. Almost like he was asking himself.

“No! No, I will NOT let you die.” You typed furiously as you sifted through the files on all the lab's projects, past and future. Until you landed on one… Project Cupid. The title page included a blueprint and prototype of the exact grenade thrown at König. Your eyes sifted over the lab report, hoping for an idea of what he was going through.

“Es ist so heiß hier drin… it’s so hot-” He whined. He threw off his vest, rolled up his sleeves, and took off his helmet and gloves. His hands shook as he attempted to relieve himself of his discomfort, his sorry attempts proving useless to the crawling in his skin. “I can’t take it, maus… lass mich dich noch einmal berühren…” He begged from behind his hood, his hips shifting in the seat you had placed him in. His native tongue caused his voice to rasp, he was almost growling as he spoke. He threw his head back, his eyes tracing the lines of the ceiling.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m trying.” You urged. You read the symptoms, the outcomes, just anything that it could do to him. It was a sex bomb. A pheromonal gas. König was squirming and sweating out of his mind. Being this way wouldn’t kill him, but you could tell he was uncomfortable. His chest was heaving, his forearms were sticking to the chair, and as you suspected, a painfully prominent tent was in his pants. “Holy shit…” You whispered.

“What? What?” He asked as his view shot back to you. “What is it?” He looked at you with desperation, his eyes begging behind his hood.

“You… you won’t die, König. You’re being affected by a pheromonal gas. It’s gonna feel really hot, you’re gonna be pretty uncomfortable, and you’re probably pretty… aroused?” You attempted to explain. König groaned.

“Oh fuck-” He began. “I’m so sorry, maus. Fuck- I never should’ve let this happen. I’m so- ahhh- Es tut mir leid. I should've been more careful…” He moved his hips lazily as he spoke, the friction from his pants alone almost causing him to moan. You looked at him from across the desk, his eyes squeezing shut with every movement and his hands going white-knuckled on the arms of the chair. The reports told you exactly what you needed to know. You knew he was gonna be like this for a while, especially if you don't help him.

But you couldn't. Not when the reports explicitly told you he wouldn't be thinking straight soon.

“Everything is okay! We’ll get you through this, König. How about you lay down on the ground for a second? It’ll be colder down there.” You moved from your spot at the desk and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He tensed at the touch, his teeth clenching as he tried not to make a sound. Even a touch as small as that, a simple graze to his clothed shoulder, he wanted to tear your clothes off and fuck your brains out.

“O- of course. Yes… I’ll do that.” He got up slowly, his legs weakly carrying him as he made his way to lay in the middle of the room, his large body relaxing against the cool concrete floor. He was still breathing heavily, and you could still see that sweat was trailing down his forearms. His back relaxed against the floor, his face looking upwards at the ceiling. The lights danced in his vision, his mind hazed with lust.

You felt bad, so bad. But there wasn’t entirely anything you could do, you knew his headspace wasn’t entirely clear and he didn’t want to do anything that either of you would regret. “Is that better?” You asked. You stood a few feet away from him, looking down on him.

He trailed his big hands along the black athletic pullover that he always wore under his gear, quickly undoing the zipper and pulling it over his head. It took a bit of his hood with it, revealing his open mouth and a part of his nose. What you could see was stunning. Scattered stubble, soft lips, faded scars. Shockingly, König didn’t care that part of his face was showing, or maybe he didn’t even notice. His chest was bare and toned, the sweat and scars together making a gorgeous view. His stomach didn't present as all abs, he still cutely supported a soft belly. “So heiß…” He simply responded.

“What was that?” You asked.

“It’s so… fucking… hot.” He panted. You nodded, briskly walking over to the fan in the corner of the room and turning it onto high as a last resort. You looked around, looking for anything else that could help him. “Please… please help me, schöne taube. Let me touch you again.” He sat up from his position, his hood falling back down. He backed himself into a wall, the cool paint pressing onto his back and forcing a moan from his lips. You walked over to him, not quite understanding what he meant.

“Does that help you, König? Do you feel better when you hold me?” You hadn't read that this would help him in the reports, but you really did desperately want to help him. You hated seeing him like this, this distressed and distraught state. You held out your hand to him. He grabbed your it with greed, pulling you down onto your knees to be with him on the floor. His mind was moving faster than his mouth, his lips babbling on as he pulled you into him. You rested next to him, your thigh touching his. He placed his hands along your arm, holding it gently and placing your hand on his clothed cheek, beginning to run it down his chest.

“So much better… so sehr… please, please- I need to touch you more. Please. I need to feel your skin against mine, schöne. Fuckkk- I need you!” König babbled. You could see his hips moving, his cock aching within his pants. He attempted to drag your hand down to the tent, but you sharply pulled away.

“König, I can’t. I can't touch you… like that, I’m sorry. I know you’re not thinking clearly… I can’t do that to you when you may not really want it.” You spoke, bringing your hand back up to hold his cheek. He whined at the touch, his own hand dipping between his legs to press down on where they met. He looked into your eyes, sweetly, and let out the most beautiful moan you had ever heard.

“Scheiße, bitte, ich meine es ernst! I’ve wanted you since I met you, mein schatz. Please, pleaseee. Fuck, fuck- just fuck me, I beg of you! I ache, I need you. I promise I really want you. I want you so bad!” König continued his begging as he clawed at his belt, his ungloved hands easily undoing it. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I can't take it-” König quietly realized that he might've sounded ridiculous.

You looked down at his tented pants, and back up to his eyes. You nodded at him. He was serious, something about his eyes told you so. It was all coming back to you now. The way he would relax into you when you sat next to him, when he would laugh with you at lunch, when he would ask you out for drinks between just the two of you, even when he would reach the top shelves for you. He liked you. Damnit, he might just love you. “Just promise me you won’t regret this later.” You pleaded.

König lifted his hood and threw it off of his head. His eyes met yours as he sighed with the relief of showing you his whole face. His eyebrows were knit together, his eyes showing a needy side of him you never thought you’d see. “I could never regret anything with you, kleine maus.” He grabbed you by the waist once more, bringing you onto his lap. One of his hands flew up to the back of your head, making a fistful of hair and pulling you into a messy kiss. You gave in instantly, your whine being muffled by his own.

The way he handled you… you could feel a wave of lust take over your body. His hands ran down your body, his fingertips trailing and tracing every part of you that he could as he muttered his gratitude to you. He tugged at your shirt, undoing the tuck you had done so perfectly in the morning. His hands ran into the bare skin of your stomach, a happy groan coming from his throat. “Oh god… thank you so much, maus. Your skin- mein gott. It’s like heaven.” Your hands shot to the side of his face, your kiss deepening as you pressed your chests together. König’s hands pulled your shirt upwards, your arms lifting to allow him to fling it somewhere in the room.

His hips still needily rutted against yours, your mind slipping from sane thoughts every time you felt his hard cock brush up and down against you. With every kiss, you felt like you were about to break, and he did too. He felt horrible, he knew he wasn't properly preparing you. Normally, he would have laid you out and stretched you with his fingers and wetted you with his tongue… but this was no normal occasion.

You moved your hands away from his face to tug at your belt, removing it and tossing it behind you. König noticed, his hands falling from your stomach to the hem of your pants. He nudged at the button, undoing it and sliding your pants off of you while you helped him. Except for your underwear and boots, you were bare for him. You had never been this exposed to him before, and the look on his face told you he couldn't be more excited.

Gently, König slipped a set of two fingers down past the lip of your panties. His half-lidded eyes met yours, praise seeping from his lips as he grazed your soaking pussy and pressed his fingers lightly onto your clit. “Oh je, du hübsches Mädchen! Do you want me this bad? This is for me? Danke~ you're so good for me.” He practically growled into your ear. You nodded at him in response, your head resting on his shoulder as he sank his fingers in. “Perfect, my love.” He groaned. “Mmm, I’m gonna fuck you so good. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

Fuck, you didn't know he would be so vocal like this. Maybe it was the added hormones talking, but you loved it either way. As you desperately reached down to König’s pants, he drug his fingers out of you and placed them into his mouth. He hummed against the taste, his eyes admiring you pulling down his pants like you'd die without feeling him. He watched your eyes widen as you met with his hard cock, and he knew this would happen. He wasn't just impressive in the field or in the height department. “K- König I-” You began.

“Shhhh, kleine maus. I know, I know you can take me. C'mere, let me help you, please.” König’s hands traveled along your hips, bringing them to hover over his cock. Even under the influence of a hormonal drug, he cared. He looked up at you, a softness in his eyes as he used one hand to line himself up with your cunt. “Deep breath, love.” He instructed, his thick tip poking at your entrance before it slipped into place within you. You let out a strangled moan as you felt the burning stretch of his cock. Konig stopped begging as much now, he knew he had you. You were whining desperately as he spread you apart.

“Holy shit, König! Oh fuck- God, you're so big-” You whined, König’s arms continuing to push you down onto him. The feeling gave a subtle burn, your muscles tensing and trying to relax. He gave you a soft smile, wrapping his arms around you and hugging your waist as your hips pressed back into his, closing the distance and pressing him deep inside. You hugged him back, your arms resting on the top of his broad shoulders. His hips desperately shifted upwards, begging to fuck into you.

After a few moments of deep sighs and adjustment, you told him you were ready and his hands returned to your waist. He lifted you with ease, his strong arms guiding you to bounce up and down and coat this thick cock with your juices. “Heilige scheiße! You’re so good- you… you feel so good!” He pleaded. “Danke, mein leibling!”

He looked at you in amazement, his hands traveling up to take off your bra as you rode him at a slow pace. He flung it somewhere in the room, his hands on your tits and his fingertips digging into them with need. He looked hypnotized, watching your pussy engulf his huge cock in a way he thought no one could. You cured his ache so well, he just wanted to destroy you. He wanted to fuck you so hard you couldn't think. He wanted to claim you from the inside and ruin you for any other man. You're his. His dick still ached inside of you, his sensitive head hitting the most perfect spots inside you as he craved more.

“Please, can I please take control of you? I need it, baby. I need to fuck you my way. I need to ruin you, schöne taube.” König’s grip back on your waist tightened as he waited for your answer. You felt his sweaty chest against yours, your bodies sticking together. It made you whine, your nesitive nipples grazing against the rough of his chest.

“Please…” You begged. “I need you, König. I need you so deep and strong and-” Before you could even finish, König had flipped the two of you, Your back pressed against the chilled floor, your thighs folded into your stomach as König placed your legs on his shoulders. His hands pressed on the back of your thighs, shoving and manipulating them into the position he wanted to ruin you in. You moaned loudly as he slammed deep into you, a penetrating force so strong you could almost cry. “König! Fuck, you're so good!” You yelped.

König was deep in his drunken haze, his hands pushing your squishy thighs back so he could fuck you deeper. He fucked you with a much faster pace now, the sound of your skin meeting echoing as you whined helplessly beneath him. He traced his hand down to your clit, his thumb tracing lightly along your nerves. “Oh, ja, scheiße! Take me, sweetheart. Take me, take me, take me!”

He leaned down, a soft kiss being placed on your lips to contrast the rough fuck he was giving you. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you tightened down on him, his big hips continuing to fuck through the tightness. His aching flared again, his cock twitching as he fucked you. God, he needed to cum so badly. He needed to cum so badly this whole time. Ever since he took a breath of that drug, he laid his eyes on you and imagined fucking you into oblivion. Hell, he imagined it long before that. He imagined it alone in his room after long nights drinking with you, or even on days when you only said a single word to him.

You brought your hands up to his face, holding his soft cheeks and looking into his eyes as you spoke. “Do you wanna cum for me, König? You're doing so good for me.” You smiled at your subtle tease, his eyes melting as you spoke. It was like you had just read his mind. You went on a limb that he would like what you said, but he confirmed that by fucking into you faster. He let out growls and grunts with every thrust, throwing away the idea of embarrassment and anxiety and embracing the hormonal drug running through him. His thrusts began slipping, your walls tightening down harder on him as you chased release too.

“Mmm…schatz, I’m going to cum! Can I cum for you?” He groaned, his sloppy thrusts becoming unpredictable. Your cunt spazzed around him, your juices coating him further as your back arched in unimaginable pleasure. You felt the coil in your stomach snap, a scream of König’s name leaving your lips as he drug his cock out of you. As you laid out on the floor, spent and breathless, König sat on his knees above you and wrapped his hand around his cock. He stroked himself with urgency, his head flying back as he groaned your name. “Oh hübsches Mädchen, du fickst mich so gut!” Your wetness coated his cock and his hand, cum quickly shooting from the tip of his dick and landing beautifully on your stomach.

König slumped back against the wall, his hand returning to his side and his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths. He looked around for his shirt, leaning over to get it and making it into a ball, whispering to you as he made his attempt to clean you up. “Danke… you were so good to me. I’ve wanted you like that for so long.” He mumbled. “What would I do without you?” He asked. You giggled, your hand reaching to hold König’s. He smiled at you. You both took a moment to breathe, collecting your clothes, putting the back on, and gathering the data you had been sent for.

You leaned over the lab computers, plugging in a flash drive as König called in and requested evac. As you typed, König walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. His masked cheek pressed against your back. “Can we please cuddle when we get back to base, maus?” He mumbled, squeezing you gently.

“Absolutely, König.”

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[aeth-supremacy]

Aether - Soror Dulcissima

Word Count: 4.5k

Pairing: Aether x Reader

Summary: After Aether accidentally confesses how he's been feeling about you in the clergy's empty chapel, you accept his offer... leading to your own little ritual.

Warnings: Smut! Lots of breeding stuff. Like seriously. I write Aeth as SUCH a family man. A minor injury is talked about but it’s all good. 

Notes: I’m sorry this took a while! I hope you all enjoy, thank you so much for reading. Maybe I’ll have something for Terzo out soon if you guys are interested!

For the first time in what felt like years, you had the Abbey mostly to yourself. Sister Imperator had decided to send a majority of the siblings on a trip around the city, spreading the word of the Clergy as they went. Only a few ghouls remained, along with Papa in his chambers, likely up to his throat in paperwork. You assumed the ghouls to be in their chambers too, so you allowed yourself to take a peaceful trip to the dark chapel. The haunting black and gold decor and carvings of the building sent a chill down your spine, but you felt so very at home. Your shoes clicked lightly on the tile floors, echoing throughout the long halls and large open rooms. When you reached the chapel, you let out a small sigh of relief. This big monastery can really take a toll on your feet. 

You walked down the aisle of the chapel, the pews empty, and the candles still lit around the podium and the front of the room. You kneeled beneath it and felt a cool breeze as your habit tugged itself upwards to reveal more of your thick upper thigh and soft, rounded hips. You closed your eyes and hummed a small tune to yourself, attempting to clear your mind. You didn’t come here for any particular reason, but you figured it would be a nice opportunity since a lonely monastery is not something that a sibling will find often. 

You didn’t make a prayer, per se, but you thought to yourself. You had only joined the clergy recently, and it could be a handful at times, but it was overall worth it. You made a family, a safe haven. You helped with rituals, cared for the ghouls, and tended to the garden. What more could you want?

 Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the clicking of dress shoes behind you. Approaching slowly and cautiously… was a Ghoul. You continued to hold your head down, your hair covering your peripherals.

 “May I join?” His voice rang out. You jumped in shock, your breath hitching as you whipped your head around to see who you were speaking to. Aether stood tall above you, his rings and bracelets shining in the candlelight, and his mask still on. You knew him, and you had seen him a great deal of times around the monastery. He was always helpful and kind, never shying away from giving you a helping hand. You spent plenty of time together, be it in the library or the gardens. Aether was close with you, and you always valued his company. You had to admit he was delightful to be around… and also to look at.

 “Oh- why of course, Aether!” You pleasantly responded, scooting over without getting up. Your habit rose a bit farther, your entire hip being visible as the fabric shifted along your soft skin. Aether’s eyes shot down to it immediately as he began to kneel beside you. He shook his head lightly, as if he was trying to shake away his thoughts.

 “Where are the rest of the siblings, pulchra soror?” His voice was low and almost hushed. Only wind whipped around the chapel's tall ceilings, leaving it rather quiet. 

 “They are in town this evening.” You responded with a sweet tone, trying to keep a positive mood with the ghoul. 

 “And why did you choose to stay back?” He tilted his head in your direction, almost like a dog would when trying to read emotion. You giggled for just a second before answering him. 

 “Oh my- don’t tell Sister… but I said I was feeling unwell so I could have some peace.” You anxiously awaited for him to get angry at you, or maybe yell, but there was nothing of the sort. He turned his head to look down at his thighs. 

 “Ah, I understand. Sometimes I like to get away from my duties too, just so I can have a few moments to myself.” He tapped his hands on his thighs as he spoke, his veins showing in the candlelight. He looked absolutely divine. Beautifully, gorgeously handsome. His chest was tight against his tailored black button-up, the same with his legs in his dress pants. Somehow, someway, in this calm candlelight, every single one of his muscles seems to be so much more prominent and defined than you had ever seen. You wish you could just pounce him. Oh, Satanas- the things you would do to get in his bed and have him ruin you. He could destroy your want for any other man and you’d be happy. A pleasant hum left your lips, your eyes trailing back up to his mask. In all honesty… you’d never seen him without it. You couldn’t help but wonder, but some kind of feeling inside you was also positive that he was hypnotically gorgeous. Aether stopped tapping his finger. “Sordida puella, si tantum scires.... Omnem cogitationem tuam audire possum.” He spoke under his breath, barely audible. You knew a good bit of Latin, but you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying.

 “What was that, Aether?” You asked with a smile. You appreciated that he was even talking to you when there are definitely a million other things that he could be doing, or even other people to talk to you. You looked back over at him. He brought his gaze up to meet yours. 

 “Oh, nothing, soror dulcissima.” He paused. “You know… you know I can sense your feelings, right?”

 “Oh- oh my- I’m… I’m so sorry, Aether. If you need some peace and quiet, I’ll happily leave you be. I’m so sorry to disturb you, my Ghoul.” You pleaded to him, your hands in a praying motion as you shifted to face him and grace your apologies. 

 “No,” He spoke. He brought your face up softly by your chin and forced you to look at him. “I want you to stay… I don’t mind, mea dea.” Your cheeks flushed with red as he spoke, your neck relaxing and allowing him to hold up your head as you were lost in the eyes that you could barely see behind the mask. You then quickly sprung up, as if you were breaking away from being hypnotized. 

 “Nonsense, I’m sure there are many things here in the chapel that you could do instead. I’m… I’m not quite worth the time.” You offered him a sweet smile, to which he huffed in frustration. 

 “Obsecro, femina... don’t be obscene. I love talking with you! And don't you dare put yourself down. Do you see yourself? Look at the way your hair lays. The way your lips move. Satanas- the way your hips curve. I would spend a whole eternity talking with you if it meant I got to lay my hands on you once. Fuck, soror. I would take you right here on this chapel floor if you’d allow me.” He let out a low chuckle as a smile remained on his face behind his mask, almost as if he didn’t even realize what he just admitted to you. 

Your eyes widened as he spoke. Has he always felt this way? Ever since you joined the Clergy and he first helped you move your things into your room? Since the first Clergy dinner? The first ritual? Oh, Satanas. Have you really been this blind?

“Aether, I-” You started. You thought for a minute, your mind considering all the possible things that you could say to him. You could deny him, and continue to live knowing that the most handsome ghoul in the Clergy wants you… or you could take advantage of the near-empty Abbey. “I suppose now would be the perfect time.” You flirted, your lips parting into a smile. 

Aether practically pounced onto you, his hands shooting down to grab your hips. He brought you onto his lap, his hands rolling along your plush sides while he took in the feel of you. He helped you situate onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and your forehead resting on his mask. He sighed deeply as he gave in to holding you and embracing the feeling of another body. He pulled you even closer, his arms squeezing you as if you could fade right out of his grasp. “Amica mea… I’m going to take my mask off, is that okay?” He spoke softly.

“Absolutely, Aeth.” You felt a warm feeling filling your body, and you now knew this wasn't just Aether wanting a body for the night or a sister to please him. He wanted you, he trusted you. His hands left your sides to lift his mask off of his face. He lifted it slowly and then gently placed it on the floor beside the two of you. You could feel a smile grow on your face as you saw him in the warm light of the chapel. “Aether… you’re beautiful-” You hesitantly spoke. He truly was. His grayish skin, pointed ears with a plethora of piercings, horns, a nose ring, and those gorgeous purple eyes. You’d never be able to get enough of him.

He flashed a cocky smile, allowing his fangs to show and his tongue to slip between his teeth. A light blush grazed his skin.  “You think so, soror?” He massaged your hips in gentle circles as he waited for an answer, to which you urgently responded yes. 

He smiled, his lips quickly joining yours in an unexpected kiss. His arms went back to being around you, and you very willingly leaned your body into his as you hungered for more. You pressed your hips down on his, begging to get some leverage to deepen the kiss. Aether let out a small whine as you rocked down. He grabbed onto your waist, grabbing and bunching up your habit as he went. He used the large slits in the side to his advantage, his hand being able to snake up your legs. 

As soon as his cold ring touched your bare hip, you accidentally let out a beautiful, drawn-out moan. Aether’s eyes widened, his hips pushing his clothed dick into you. You giggled as you kissed him, playfulling pulling at his shirt buttons and attempting to get them undone. His hands raised further up underneath your habit, his hands gracing the sides of your panties and following them back to grab ast your ass, then following the curve of your back up to your bra. His claws grazed you softly, barely out in order to not hurt you. “You feel so beautiful in my hands, soror. I could worship you for hours… my own little ritual.” He spoke as he pulled away to look at your face.

You brought your hands away from his now-opened shirt and brought them up to his horns. You’d never seen an unmasked Ghoul this close. Sometimes the ghouls would go without them at night and walk the halls like shadows, but it felt real now. Horns, fangs, catlike eyes, pointed ears… he was so gorgeous. His nose piercing caught in the light. It looked so good on him, complimenting his features well. Your hand traced up and down his horns, feeling their texture and admiring the way they twisted and curved. Aether chucked at you from underneath, smiling as your hands adventured. “So… pretty…” You whispered.

“You're a curious one, aren't you?” Aether teased. You nodded in response, shifting down to run your fingers through his hair. “Let me show you a little more, darling.” Aether shrugged off his shirt, tossing it onto a pew behind him. Hair lined his chest and his defined muscles, yet soft and squishy tummy, became revealed to you. He angled you slightly off of his lap, undoing the buttons of his pants and pushing them down before bringing you to sit down on him again. His bare thighs looked amazing, his whole half-naked body holding you in a trance. You felt severely overdressed, flinging your habit off and throwing it in a direction you couldn't even remember. A small grucifix hung around your neck, sitting in the valley between your tits. Aether practically growled at the sight of you.  

He pulled you back into his rough kisses, your warm skin now meeting his. He left one hand on your waist, but brought the other to where your legs met. In between kisses, he happily asked if this was okay, and you responded in excitement. In an instant, he pulled your panties to the side and began rubbing two thick fingers at your entrance. You whined impatiently, your kisses continuing to get needier as you attempted to rock Aether’s fingers into your pussy. Somehow, he moved them perfectly every time and continued to tease. “Say please.” He spoke into your kisses.

“Please, Aether! Please… I want you so bad-” You begged.

“Promise you'll be loud for me, soror?” He kissed along your neck, leaving small bite marks and wet streaks from his tongue.

“Mmm, yes, I’ll be so loud, please!” You whined. Aether continued to lazily run up and down your wet lips as a fanged smile remained on his face. 

“Good girl, soror dulcissima.” He praised, his thick fingers pushing into you as you gasped. You pulled him tighter into your chest, muffling your moans as you pressed your mouth against his strong shoulder. His unused hand left your waist and placed a strong slap on your ass, causing you to jolt off of him and quit muffling what he wanted to hear. He drug his fingers in and out of you with a teasing slowness, going deeper and deeper every time until he pressed against that spot that made you scream. He groaned in excitement as you caused his name to echo through the chapel. “You like that, pretty girl? You like my big thick fingers? Fuck, wait til you have my cock-” He teased as your moans grew louder. His fingers were covered in your wetness, dragging in and out of you at a faster speed and leaving lewd sounds to ring out through the hall. 

“I want your cock, Aeth! Please, I’ve been so good. I just need youuu.” You begged, attempting to bounce slightly on Aether’s fingers despite his strong hands holding you in place. He gave in instantly, pulling his fingers out of you and smiling at your needy response. You whined at the emptiness in your cunt and waited as Aether shoved his boxers down his legs. 

“On your back, pulchra.” He instructed, his strong hands guiding you down onto the cold floor behind you. His hands ran up to your bra, slowly unclasping it and dragging it down your arms. He tossed it behind him as he looked down at your plush body. “Satanas, you're so beautiful… I just can't take it.” He sighed. From where you laid on the floor, you had to angle your head in order to see his cock. Your eyes widened as curiosity got the best of you. He was big, and very very thick. For a moment, you could've sworn you caught the gleam of a laddered piercing, but it could've been your fuzzy, pleasure-drunk head imagining things. “Are you ready, soror dulcissima?” He asked.

“Very.” You assure.

Aether lets out a long, deep sigh as he pushes into you. It’s something gorgeous, and utterly pornographic. His thick cock stretching you gives a beautiful burning feeling, causing you to whine loudly for him. He pauses once he’s completely sheathed in you, a small whimper escaping his lips as he felt the tightness of your walls. The lighting of the chapel allowed for a gorgeous shine on his arms and shoulders, along with a light casting over his unmasked face. He smiled in a way that showed his fangs beautifully, and you caught yourself wishing he would go back to biting along your neck with need as he was doing moments ago. 

 “Holy fuck, Aeth!” You called out, your head flying back just enough to not hit the chapel floors. “Oh my Satanas- you’re so fucking big!” Your back arched at the sudden pain of him, but your frantic breaths begin to calm as you get used to the feeling. 

 Aether smiles at your comment, his arms framing either side of your head as he looked down at you. His eyes looked up and down your bare body, admiring every inch of what was available for him to see.You were even more beautiful than he imagined. “Yeah, puella pulchra? Does that feel good?” He teased.

 You whined as a weak excuse for a response to Aether’s question, the only thing on your mind being him inside of you. He began to move slowly, the thought of hurting you absolutely devastating to him. You hummed out a pleasant moan, gabbing onto the forearms he had placed beside you and feeling the defined muscle. You could feel each and every drag in and out, the burning heat of his needy cock making you feel brainless. His hips pressed into yours, your legs spreading beautifully for him as you laid under him with love in your eyes. He fucked you faster and faster as he noticed your tightness relax. You allowed yourself to rock back and forth along with him, your tits lightly bouncing along with his thrusts. 

 “Fuck, look at those pretty tits…” He groans, a hand moving to cup one while he begins massaging gently. He continues to keep his rhythm, his big hand slowly running over your rounded tits before he reached your hardened nipple. He takes a moment to play with it, pressing on it like a button, pinching lightly, and running over it with his thumb. Much to his pleasure, the sensation of him touching you makes you tighten down on his dick with need. “Sordida puella... hoc magnum gallum capiens.” He nearly growled. You couldn't entirely tell what he was saying, but he was definitely pleased by you. 

 As you moan under his touches, he leans his head down to your chest. A forked tongue comes out of Aether’s mouth, and it’s quickly applied to your tits. Aether licks at your nipples, nibbling little love marks near the bottom of your breasts as he makes his way up to suck on you.

 “Aeth! Oh, fuck… yes, fuck, Aether!” You mewl out as Aether continued his tonguing. You can feel him smile a bit against your breasts. He switches between the two, even paying attention to the valley in between as he rams into you with ecstasy. After covering you in pretty markings, he removed his mouth from you with a strong popping sound. He takes a moment to lean back and admire how you look underneath him, your pussy stuffed with thick quintessence ghoul cock, your tits covered in his spit and bite marks, and your hair a mess from his thrusts. You whine sweetly as you wait for him to continue his thrusts. 

 “Sweet Satanas, you’re perfect. I wish I could mark your beautiful body and claim you…” Aether whispered as he trailed his hands down your frame. He began thrusting again, at a much faster and more brutal pace this time. You let out small little moans in tune with every thrust, furthering the Ghoul's need. 

You never considered that… having him mark or claim you. If he hadn’t said that, you wouldn’t have had any idea that he was even interested in marking anyone. That’s a very long commitment, maybe he was just thinking with his dick… you suspected he was just wanting you to be a toy for him, something he could play with when he wanted to. Would he really want something more like that? “Mmm, Aeth! Holy f-fuck…s-stop-” You whined, causing Aether to halt immediately with a confused look on his face.

“What’s wrong, soror? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry-” He began as he held his head down in the fear of being ridiculed or shamed.

“You don’t… mean that… Do you? The marking? Or claiming?” You spoke. You brought your hands to his face, forcing his gaze into yours. His eyes bore into yours, and you felt like you could easily melt into the chapel floor beneath you. His purple eyes were gorgeous, and his gaze melted when your eyes met. He looked like he was in a trance, like he was completely enchanted by you.  

“I do. And I understand if I overstepped anything, you just seem like you would be so sweet to me, and I can't help but imagine how you could take care of me while I’m on tour, or how you could hold me after long days, or how you’d be a spectacular mom based on the way you treat your siblings with such compassion…” He spoke quickly, some words slurring together as if he didn't actually want you to fully hear them all.

“A…mom?” You nearly whispered.

 “Fuck yes. I wanna fuck you endlessly, my dear. I want this perfect body to have my fucking babiesss. Ugh, fucckkk-” Aether moaned, his hips involuntarily pressing into yours as he tried to stay still. You both moaned together, both amazingly pleased by the idea of an eternal unison. You told Aether he could keep going, his purple eyes still looking into yours with love. He continued his fast thrusts, his mind half-hazy as his thoughts blurred into one; breed. Thinking of him cumming inside you could keep you dripping with need for years on end. Aether was always a caring man, so it’s no shock that he would go feral for a baby. You both loved it. So you made a choice.

 “Mark me, Aether. I wanna be yours.” You heaved as you struggled to speak while also moaning at his brutal thrusts. “Please, Aether. I wanna be yours forever. I’ll give you babies, Aeth. Oh fuccckkk, please mark me, I need it so bad!” You pleaded as you continued to make eye contact with him, his pupils dilating even further. You swore you could feel his cock twitch at your words. 

 “Holy fuck… you sure, regina mea? Absolutely positive?” Aether looked at you longingly, his eyes wide. His mind was racing, thinking of love and lust and a future with you. He wanted it all. 

 “Absolutely.” You said with a smile. 

 That’s all it took. Within seconds, he flipped you onto your stomach and then pulled you up onto all fours by your hips. You whined at the empty feeling inside you when he was forced to pull out, but you quickly let out a loud moan as he forced himself back in deep and hard. “This will hurt, my sweet. I’m sorry.” He halted his movements, his cock still deep inside, and allowed his hand to begin glowing with a purple haze of magic. You looked over your shoulder to see what he was doing, and he began to press his hand down onto your upper back. 

 Immediately, you felt the most horrible, searing pain. It felt like your whole back was lined with the fires and lavas of hell, and you screamed in agony. You leaned forward onto the floor, your screams echoing through the chapel's tall ceilings as you frantically started to kick your feet and buck your hips in an attempt to escape the pain. This only made it worse, now pressing Aether’s cock further into you as you struggled under his strength.

 “You’re taking it beautifully, my love. Just wait a little longer, please. For me, my dear.” Aether leaned into your ear and spoke. Your chest rose up and down rapidly as you began to get used to the pain, it slowly fading away into numbness. This was worth it, you knew it. Aether removed his hand from your back and caressed your sides and hips sweetly. Once the pain was over and your back began to feel cool again, you let out a long whiny sigh. Aether did too. “Oh, sweet Satanas- that is an absolutely gorgeous sight.” From what you could tell, Aether had done some type of magical branding on your skin with his elemental symbol. “This is going to heal beautifully, my love. Everyone is going to know who you belong to. You’ll be mine forever, always by my side.” He smiles deeply as he begins thrusting again, deeper and rougher than ever before.

 His pace was brutal, leaving you moaning and whining with every thrust. So many sensations flooded your mind, Aether’s cock fucking you brainless, the marking on your back making him hornier by the second because he knows he's claimed you, your tits brushing against the cold floor…there was just so much. He situated his hands at the top of your thighs, getting an amazing grip on your hips to fuck you as you’ve never felt before. Your moans grew louder and more frantic, your hands gripping the floor with the hope of holding you onto reality. Aether groaned loud and deep and his thrusts got messy. 

 “Shit shit shit, pulchra… do you want my cum, love? You want me to cum inside?” He continues his pace, grabbing at your hips with ache and need. You couldn't see his face anymore, but he was throwing his head back with desperation and his hair was a beautiful mess.

 “Yes, Aeth! Please please please… bona mater liberis tuis ero!” You swore in Latin, Aether groaning as he heard you speak his infernal tongue, 

“Fuck, fuck! Te amo! Fuck, es splendidis!” Aether halted deep inside of you after a few final thrusts, his hips spazzing as your walls tightened down on him, your body practically shaking as you succumbed to your orgasm. You moaned and whined for him, feeling him begin to slump down as soon as he released into you. You felt him flood you, mating you just as he wanted. 

Aether laid gently on top of you, careful to not use his full weight or touch down on your branding. His chest rose up and down as he scattered kisses along the soft skin of your shoulders. His skin felt blazing hot, but it was comforting in comparison to the cold floor. He pushed his weight off of you after a few moments, his softening dick slipping out of you. He smiled at the sight of your soft, beautiful body on the ground, his cum seeping from between your legs. He brought two tender fingers to the spill, pushing it gently back in. He looked around for where he threw your clothes, quickly getting up and giving them to you. He helped you into your before putting on his, talking you through the whole time and praising your body and your actions from the minutes prior. 

He smiled at you like an idiot, pure love in his eyes. “You look like you need a nap in a big ghoul bed, don't you?” He asked, bringing you into his arms and hugging you tightly. 

“Mmhmm.” You mumbled.

“Perfect. Let’s go, soror dulcissima.” He lifted you, his hands reaching beneath your shoulders and under your knees, and his strong arms carrying you all the way back to his bedroom for a night of kisses, cuddles, snacks, and movies.

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[aeth-supremacy]

Aether - Vexare

{Vexare - To harass or tease.}

Word Count: 3.1k

Pairing: Aether x Reader

Summary: After yet another successful ritual, the Ghouls decide to have a small party to celebrate their hard work. And while the Ghoul's respective Sisters of Sin were also so kindly invited, it seems that one, in particular, can't keep her hands to herself.

Warnings: Smut! Lots of praise, teasing, dirty talk, and breeding king stuffs! 

Notes: I’m so sorry this took so long! I hope you guys love it, let me know. It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written something spicy. I love ya, have fun! ;D

After a ritual, all the ghouls had come together in their common room lounge for some celebration. Drinking, smoking, playing games… whatever their hellish, sinful hearts desired. You joined them, as a renowned Sister of Sin with ties to the quintessence ghoul. A few other sisters were there too, a few clinging onto and practically feeling up the ghoulettes, one sitting on the lap of Swiss as he lit a joint, and one standing in the corner taking shots with Rain. You sat in a heated game of cards with Dewdrop, your opponents being Mountain and Aether.

“C'mon…” Aether grumbled, fidgeting with his deck and tapping his fingers on the table in annoyance.

Dew smiled at him. “What, big guy? Losin’ your magic touch all of a sudden?” He teased, placing down cards as the play went around the table. With a cocky smile from him, you and Dew took the points for that round. Mountain and Aether took a drink, shamefully bringing their glasses to their mouths for only the second time in the night.

You gained a surge of confidence from your winning round, a smile growing on your lips as you looked your ghoul up and down. He was right across from you at the table, and that sprouted an idea in your mind. As Mountain began dealing the next round of cards, you slowly brought your heeled foot up to Aether’s thigh, his eyes snapping up to yours as you simply gave him a wholesome smile. He gave one back, his eyes returning to Mountain as he shuffled. You rested your foot in a place that wouldn't bother him as you waited for the hand.

As soon as Mountain passed the hands around, you moved your foot higher on Aether’s thigh. His eyes shot over to you once again, this time with a sense of confusion and panic. You cocked your head at him, almost like a confused dog. Like you were saying ‘what's wrong?’ silently as the play went around the table, your foot slipping higher and touching gently where his legs met. His cheeks flushed a deeper color and he laughed awkwardly as he made conversation with the other ghouls at the table. You pressed your foot inwards more and watched as Aether took a sharp breath through his teeth. He passed it off as his reaction to a tough hand, sighing a little hard as he went to grab his bottle and take a drink. You rubbed your foot up and down gently, and you could see that Aether was struggling to not make a noise as his eyes shut tightly. You could feel as he got harder beneath your pressure, and you could see the ferocity in the way he looked at you. Fuck, you were gonna be in a world of trouble.

After more and more rounds, along with more and more teasing to your impatient and obviously frustrated ghoul, the game was continuing to be a toss up. Both teams were getting points back and forth, and you were getting rather bored. “Break time!” You chimed, standing up from your comfy seat and looking over to Aether, who now adorned a mischievous smile.

Within moments of him standing up, Aether had a grip on your wrist and was dragging you into a bathroom. He huffed, locking the door shut and pushing you into the lip of the porcelain sink. His eyes burned into yours, his gaze intense and serious. His hands gripped at the sides of the sink, trapping you under him. “What has gotten into you?” He demanded.

“Nothing!” You said in a brattish tone. “I was just playing the game, Aeth.”

He scoffed at you, leaning in to dig his head into the nape of your neck and breathe slowly. He can smell how you feel right now. Hell, you had a bond so damn close that he’d wake up if you had a nightmare while across the entire Abbey. He pulls his head away and sighs. “You think it’s okay to tease me? Like that? In front of our friends, my dear?” Before you could even struggle out a response, Aether wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and shoved your lips onto his. You whined into his mouth as he forced you to continue kissing him, your hands reaching up to hold the sides of his face. His trimmed beard felt so soft in your hands, you could just melt into the touch. You continued kissing him for what felt like ages, his fangs occasionally gracing your lips and your moans of desperation becoming increasingly obvious. Aether let go of the grip that he had on your neck and groaned, “Turn around.”

“Why should I?” You tried to push Aether’s buttons, expecting him to let you have at least a little bit of playful fun.

“Turn.” He demanded.

You obeyed with a whine, his big warm hand leaving your hip. “Please, Aeth-” You started, only for his hand to shoot up and cover your mouth. He pressed his large body further onto yours, allowing you to feel his hips press into your ass while you two looked in the bathroom mirror together. He lowered his head down beside yours, his fanged smile coming down to your ear as he spoke. His eyes met with yours in the mirror as he spoke.

“Shhhhh, pulchra. I’ll give you what you want, but you have to promise to listen, si? Do what I say.” You nodded incessantly as Aether removed his hand from your mouth. “Good girl.” Aether removed his weight from your back and hips as he dropped to his knees behind you. He lifted the skirt of your dress and slowly tossed it over your back, admiring the plush of your thigh and the curve of your ass as he went. He leaned in, leaving little bites and kisses as he worked his way up to your clothed cunt. He placed a gentle kiss onto the fabric, a muffled moan leaving your lips as you bit down on your lip. “Don’t be afraid to be loud, dulce meum.”

Slowly, Aether began to pull down your panties. He wrapped his hands around the front of your thighs, pulling your ass backward closer to his face. “You're so beautiful… Fuck, I love you.” He began. He nudged your leg with his arm as a notion for you to spread further for him. “Spread, my dear.” He spoke. You obliged, and you could hear Aether swearing in Latin under his breath. He pushed his mouth forward to meet your lips, his forked tongue gently parting you as he tasted your wetness. God, he made you feel like paradise. His tongue lapped and ran along your needy pussy, your moans practically echoing throughout the bathroom. He held your thighs tightly, making sure that you couldn't escape the pleasure of his mouth by leaning forward. Heat rose to your cheeks as you occasionally watched your own face in the mirror, the eyes rolling back in your head as your ghoul devoured you.

He licked languid stripes up and down, his hands pulling your legs and demanding you bend over further so that his lips could reach your clit. He left gentle kisses against your mound, alternating between giving it attention and forcing his tongue inside of you. He tasted you on his tongue the whole time, his lips curling up into a smile as your sweet flavors made his cock harden. Your hands gripped onto the lip of the cold sink, your knuckles going white.

He even moaned into your cunt, his breathing turning heavy as he drew away from you for a moment. He let go of one of your thighs, bringing his hand to where his mouth had been just moments before. His middle and ring finger trailed your wet lips, his silver ring still on and providing a contrasting cool in comparison to his hot tongue. He gently slipped his two fingers in, watching how his fingers seeped in and became covered in your wetness. You moaned for him and attempted to push your hips back further onto his fingers. “Pleaseee-” You started. You felt like you were aching against his talented mouth. Aether had treated you to this many times before, but the neediness of being displayed for him with no end in sight made you more and more eager for him to fuck you.

“Hmm?” He responded with a sarcastically curious tone.

“Please, Aether!”

“Please what, dulce puella?” He smiled as he went back to kiss the back of your thighs. He barely moved his fingers, allowing you to rock your hips back and forth and fuck yourself on them.

“Please fuck me, Aeth, please-”

“You're doing a fine job yourself, princess! Look at you go, you’re so good.” He stared in amazement as you rocked back and forth on his fingers, your wetness coating them as lewd noises rang throughout the room.

“Nooo- Satanas, please! I need your cock, Aeth.” You finally blurted out. Aether drew his fingers back and slid them into his mouth for a moment. His tongue licked his fingers clean, relishing in the taste of you once more. He rose off of his knees while pulling up your panties and was back to looking at you in the mirror.

“You do?” He asked, his hands putting your skirt back to the way it belongs. He looked at you sweetly and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Wanna go back to my room, my dear?” He asked.

“Yes please.” You mumbled. Aether took a moment to adjust himself. Adjusting his pants, rolling up his sleeves neatly, and raking his fingers through his disheveled hair. He took your hand and quickly ushered you out of the bathroom, in the opposite direction of the party, and down to the corridor of his room.

—

As Aether walked you into his bedroom, he quickly lifted you and tossed you onto his bed, your body landing with a light bounce. You could still feel how you soaked through your panties from earlier, and you writhed with discomfort. You felt so desperate for him. You could tell he was still frustrated, and you knew that was gonna make this fuck beautifully rough.

You sat impatiently on Aether’s bed, watching as he took off his shoes by the door. You huffed with annoyance, letting yourself fall back into his bedding and embrace the feeling of his soft, cool sheets. You kicked off your shoes too, not having a care in the world where they went.

“Be patient, pretty girl.” He spoke deeply as he approached the bed. You sat back up to look at your lover, his hand shooting to your chin. He forced you to look into his hauntingly beautiful purple eyes, his thumb and index finger keeping you looking in his direction. “I know how bad you want me, dear. I can feel it. But you have to be patient, si? Listen to me, and I’ll give you the world.”

Usually, being in bed with Aether would be slightly more playful, but his frustration riled his mind. He wanted you bent over and screaming for you at this point. He wanted you whining and begging to be covered in his smell and his markings.

He sat in front of you, bringing you into a rough kiss. He pulled your hips onto his as his back dropped down onto his pillows. You followed, your chests pressing together as you kissed with need. You could feel how painfully hard he was under you, his cock practically ripping through his ritual clothes as he used his strength to hold onto your hips and grind you down onto his lap. You continued to kiss him roughly, your hands going to the buttons on his shirt and working their way down. You felt his chest flex under you, and you admired how his soft stomach felt against your hands.

Fuck, his body. Aether’s broad chest rose up and down with desperation as his hips continued moving against yours. His toned thighs held up most of your weight, his feet planted against the bed. His hands held onto your hips and helped you move along his clothed length. He groaned under your movements, his tone getting increasingly desperate. “Fuck, you’re so good… I can’t take it, sweetheart-” Aether moaned against your lips, flipping you onto your stomach and pulling the zipper of your dress down. He nearly ripped it with his force, sliding your dress off and tossing it somewhere in his room before he attended to getting his belt and tailored pants off too. He slid them off with haste, his cock aching as it sprung free.

Aether positioned you so that you rested on your knees and leaned forward onto your forearms. He admired your ass behind you as his hard cock twitched impatiently below your dripping pussy. “So gorgeous, amica mea. And all for me? I’m the luckiest ghoul in all of Hell, my dear.” He smirked as he slowly began sliding in. You let out a long, drawn-out moan as he pushed into you completely, pausing as your hips touched. You felt his pressure in the most pleasurable spots, your walls tightening on him in a desperate attempt to adjust to his thickness.

“Mmmm, fuck, honey-” You muttered, your cheek pressed gently against Aether’s sheets. He smiled while seeing you like this, his hands tracing from your waist to your ass and back. He started to move slowly, his cock creating an antagonizing drag along the walls of your desperate pussy.

“You always feel so good for me, sweetheart. Mmm, I’m gonna fuck a big strong baby into you, my love. And you're gonna adore it.” Oh, sweet Satanas, family man Aether. There was something about Aether; he was completely and utterly obsessed with breeding. Fucking into you, cumming deep, begging to mate and breed you… he was obsessed. Ever since your relationship started, he knew he wanted it to be you. “Everyone is gonna know that Aether knocked you up good and made you his pretty little wife, aren’t they? Ohhh fuck- I’ll claim you from the inside out, my dear. You're mine forever, no one else will ever lay a hand on you unless they want to fucking lose it.” You could tell Aether became much less shy once he was in his bedroom. Some things, he didn't entirely want his bandmates to hear from a bathroom. But here, he could say anything to his pretty girl… so he used that to his advantage. He began fucking you faster, the lewd sound of your hips meeting sounding throughout his bedroom. You moaned with every thrust, the combination of his words and his actions making you feel overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Fuck, Aether!” You moaned, your body jolting back and forth as he rammed into you.

“Does that feel good, pretty girl? Knowing that I’m fucking my babies into you? Knowing I’m claiming you? You would like that, my pretty slut. Shittt- You’re gonna love being a mama, honey. We’re gonna have the most beautiful half-ghoul babies, aren’t we?” He leaned into you, his weight pressing down on your back as his fangs grazed across the soft skin of your shoulder before he bit down.

You screamed for him, your sounds making him groan and fuck you harder. You could feel the pressure that he created near your cervix, his thick cock hitting you in the perfect spot to make you grab onto the sheets in a desperate attempt to stay grounded to this universe. His teeth released from your shoulder, a painful arc of red left in its place as Aether topped it off with one final kiss. “So beautiful, the love of my life…” He spoke softly as he leaned by your ear.

“Aeth,” You whined. “Please, Aeth... I wanna.. cum for you, baby.” You spoke in between broken, needy moans. Aether let out a deep, guttural, almost growl as he held onto your hips.

In a heated, messy blur, he had flipped you to be facing him. And for the love of all things unholy… he looked amazing. He had a light layer of sweat adorning his forehead, his hair was messy, his chest heaved up and down, and his face had the most gorgeous look of pleasure one could even imagine. “Take it, take it, take it.” He mumbled absentmindedly as he continued to rut into you. “Take this big ghoul cock til you’re overflowing with me, baby. Fuck, you feel so goood-”

You bounced gently along Aether’s soft sheets as he railed into you. Your legs were hoisted onto his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your legs and his hands clinging to your thighs as his thrusts grew erratic. “You’re so good, Aeth…” You praised. “Fill me up, baby.”

You had both practically lost control of your voices, your united moans and whines coming out like a dripping faucet. Aether smiled as you spoke to him, his breath catching in his throat as he went to respond. “Shit, shit, shit… I will, princess. Fuck, I’ll give you anything you want!” You adored seeing your lover like this. Drunken and desperate with unimaginable love. He was in a high, obsessed with the way you felt around his needy cock. The way he spoke to you while he fucked you was something that any man should strive for. He spoiled you, he pleased you, he’s perfect. With a strained groan, he sped up. “I’m gonna- I… fuck! Fuck, honey, I’m cumming!”

Aether pressed his hips flush to yours, his chest rising and falling rapidly with heavy breaths. He touched the deepest part of you imaginable, his thick ghoul cock shooting hot waves of cum into you. You followed along with him, your walls tightening down in a spasm as his warmth sent you over the precipice. His hands reached out to yours, grabbing onto them and holding them as he pressed his weight into you. He whispered sweet praises to you, looking down at you with tired eyes and the kindest smile. He stayed there for a few moments.

Remaining inside, Aether pulled you back to the position where you were sat on his lap. He brought you into a warm, sweaty embrace and nuzzled his head sweetly between your tits. “You are amazing, uxor mea pretiosa. You mean everything to me.” You smiled at him, running a hand through his hair as you reveled in the feeling of his hands holding your waist tightly.

“I love you, Aeth.” You whispered.

“Et amo te, mea aeternitas.” He responded.

#aether #aether ghoul #aether ghoul x reader #ghost band #ghost ghouls #ghost x reader #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #quintessence ghoul #nameless ghouls x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost bc #aether smut #you’re welcome

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Aether you say? I have soooo many ideas- I write for ghost too <3 aether is my bae tho

1. Aether with sick reader

2. Aether with reader with ptsd or childhood/religious trauma

3. Aether comforting reader on period

4. Ghoul reader letting their guard down after being summoned and accidentally falling sleep in his lap <333333

5. Ghoul reader newly summoned and always missing but actually in the garden

6. (Platonic) aether with younger teen reader going through teen stuff and it’s just fluffy dad vibes

I have some smutty ideas- I kinda specialize in that but fluff is so amazing! Ily <33

- lovely ice ghoul anon 🌬️

Thank you so much for these!! Ilyt! I have some spicy smutty Aether on the way, hopefully up this weekend, but here’s some more sweetheart Aeth while the reader is on their period :) <3 I’ll get to the other ones soon, but I have sooo many unfinished projects rn!

Aether - Comfort and Chamomile 

Word Count: 950

Pairing: Aether x Reader

Summary: Aether surprises you with some sweet comfort as you deal with your time of the month.

Warnings: None! All fluffy.

Notes: I know everyone’s period experience can be different but I used mine as reference lol. I hope you guys enjoy! More is to come very soon, pls be patient with me and excuse how short this lil story is <333

As you sat in the bay window of your shared bedroom with Aether, you lazily turned the pages of the book in your hands. You were curled up, a blanket over your pajama-pant-ridden legs, and many pillows cushioning below and behind you. You read some poetry, hoping it would ignite something in your mind and spark inspiration or something to make you feel better. You groaned as you slammed the book shut. Your stomach was killing you, your back ached, your chest was sore… you just couldn't catch a break. You felt horrible, you had been so drained and lightheaded these last few days that you could swear you were bothering Aether. However, just as you would expect from a sweetheart like him, he treated you spectacularly without a second thought and was never bothered by your condition. 

You looked out the window for a moment, admiring how the sun beamed down onto the leaves and waters of the chapel garden. If you weren't in such a pained state, you were sure you’d be tending to it by now. Unbeknownst to you, Aether had also just gotten out of practice and was on the way back to you. He knocked on the door gently before entering so he wouldn't scare you, then he pushed his way in carefully and greeted you with a smile. He walked over to your comfy spot in the window as you looked at him with adoration.

“Hello, amica mea. I brought you something!” He held up his hands, revealing a mug with steaming tea. He smiled excitedly as he handed it off to you, warning you of the heat. “I made it just minutes ago, be careful.” He spoke softly. 

“Oh, Aeth- thank you, honey. What is this?” You were flattered that he went out of his way to stop in the kitchen and make tea for you, but you knew he would do so much more. He kneeled down to your level, placing a hand on your arm as he looked into your eyes. 

“It’s chamomile tea! It should help with your stomach, your breakouts, and your anxieties. I looked up a good tea for all your symptoms while in the library and that was my conclusion. I hope you like it.” He waited for you to try it, his hand rubbing up and down on your arm in a soothing motion.

You brought the mug to your lips, gently blowing on the tea as you took a sip. You paused for a moment as you took in the taste. “Mmm- that’s not bad at all!” You looked over to Aether, who had the biggest smile on his adorable, maskless face. “Thank you so much, Aeth.” You motioned for him to come closer, and you placed a kiss on his lips as a thank-you. 

“What were you reading?” He questioned as he noticed the book in your lap. 

“Oh, just some poetry. Ya know, to take my mind off of things just a bit.” You explained and used your free hand to place the book in his hands. He examined the cover and flipped through a few pages before looking around the room. 

“Would you like me to possibly read you some? I’d love to… if it would make you happy.” Aether gestured for you to get up and walk over to your shared bed. 

“My dear, you are far too sweet to me… but I would love that.” As soon as you were done speaking, Aether took the tea from your hands and held out his arm for you to grab onto in case you were to stumble from your lightheadedness. He walked you slowly to the bed, being aware of your pains as you went. He placed your tea on your bedside table and tossed the book onto his side of the bed.

“C’mere,” He held out his arms to you. “I haven't hugged you yet, pretty girl.” Your heart warmed as you leaned into his hug, letting his big arms cage you in his safety. You warned him to be gentle and not squeeze you, and he happily obliged. He was happy to be loving on you at all, as he always was. He let you go with a kiss to the forehead and a helping hand under the covers. He got in beside you, letting you cuddle into him as he opened up your book.

Aether reading to you was the sweetest thing. He read softly, pointing out when a certain line reminded him of you. He held you softly with his free arm around your waist. When you wanted another drink, he allowed you to lean away and take a sip before he continued. He was patient, and caring, and oh so warm. As your amount of tea began to dwindle, you noticed how heavy your eyelids began to feel. You started to drift, cuddled into Aether’s chest and feeling the rumble of his voice as he read. He continued to hold you, his big warm hand rubbing your aching back. He looked down at you once he noticed your lack of motion and felt the absence of discomfort in your mood. 

“Awww-” He whispered. “My sweet beauty. Sleep well, you deserve it.” He closed your book and placed it on his nightstand. He leaned into your cuddles, embracing the physical touch that you both loved so much. He wrapped both arms around you, bringing you further into his chest. He would do anything for you. He would take a lecture from Imperator for missing practice or dinner, he would make every tea, read every book, anything. He loves you. And that was all that mattered in that moment.

#aether ghoul #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul x reader #aether #aether x reader #ghost band #ghost bc x reader #ghost ghouls #ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #hes so sweet #quintessence ghoul #husband #daddy asf

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Aether - Longissimum Diem

Word Count: 2.2k

Pairing: Aether x Reader

Summary: After a long day of chores in the abbey, Aether treats you to some sweet care and relaxation <3

Warnings: None! Mostly just some Aeth fluffy stuffs. PG-13.

Notes: I hope you guys like this! I stayed up way late writing because I have no self control and I love this big strong sweetheart

As much as you love life in the abbey, it had been a downright horrible day. Sister Imperator had you running around, doing errands, cleaning floors, washing robes, anything she could think of.… all because she caught you with a ghoul yesterday. While walking in the gardens near sunset to check on the other siblings, she caught you with Aether, your hand in his and your faces inches away. She scolded you right in front of him, sending you straight to your room and dismissing Aether from her sight. You slept horribly that night, terrified of what she might have planned for you when you woke up.

At 8am sharp, she had you mopping the floors of the main halls and corridors, taking hours. She had you doing the whole Clergy’s laundry, and you swear you could feel your feet growing numb while walking around the entire monastery for everyone's baskets. But then she had you set all the dinner tables by yourself, dust the library, wipe all the windows you could reach, and replace the candles in the chapel.

It was a nightmare. While others got to enjoy the gardens, the pond, the woods… you cleaned. Even worse, you were only able to see Aether at dinner, from rather far away. He was practicing a majority of the day, and if he wasn't, Sister still made it her duty to keep him from you. The best part of your day today would be going to bed… or so you thought.

You shifted uncomfortably, your joints unwilling to rest for the night. You groaned and sighed, begging your body to sleep. When it refused, you decided to take advantage of what energy you had left to visit the gardens, as you were unable to earlier. You grabbed a black cardigan from your bedpost and slipped on some hard-bottomed slippers.

You made your way to the gardens, trying to walk as quietly as possible throughout the dark halls of the monastery. You opened a set of beautiful windowed double doors and began walking down to a stone bench you frequented. As you sat, you thought of how Aether had been with you here just yesterday evening. You thought of his hands, and how they softly held your face before he attempted to bring you into a kiss. You yearned for his arms again, the way that they could wrap around you and create a feeling of safety in an instant. Oh, how you missed him.

The gardens were beautiful at this time of night, a blueish-purple haze being cast from the moon onto the green leaves of the vines and bushes. The stone paths of the gardens twisted and had overgrown moss in some spots, making it all the more gorgeous. You leaned back onto the backrest of the bench, a sigh leaving your lips as you let your shoulders drop. You let your head fall back and admire the stars. Oh, the stars… the being of the universe… the quintessence… Aether.

Damn it. You just wished you could see him. Ghoul and sibling relationships were not entirely frowned upon, but maybe you should've been a little more private. You closed your eyes, thinking of all the chores you had to do for being caught. It was all so worth it. While your eyes were closed, you allowed yourself to drift. Not to sleep, but to a peaceful and restful imaginative state. You zoned out the crickets and the birds, just putting yourself in your own little world.

Out of the quiet of the night, your name was called.

“May I join you, puella pulchra?” It spoke. In awe, you brought your head forward to see Aether standing in front of you in his sleep clothes. He wore a black long-sleeve tee, deep purple pajama pants, and some thrown-on slippers. He didn't have his mask on, even. You could see his messy dark hair and his rugged beard from where he stood, but you couldn't entirely make out his features.

“Holy shit, Aeth! Oh my, Satanas- you have no idea how bad I needed you tonight.” You practically jump out of your seat, shooting up to wrap your arms around the waist of your ghoul. His arms shaped to your body instantly, his head nuzzling into your neck as he exhaled in relief. He rubbed his hands down your back, admiring the feeling of you relaxing to his touch.

“I did know, my dear.” He started. “I could feel your distress from my chambers. I never like that feeling, because I feel it too.” He held you tighter as he said this, his arms flexing and his hands grabbing onto the cardigan you had thrown on. His body was hot, or maybe you just got a warm sensation from the way he spoke to you. Either way, you loved it.

You gently moved away from his grasp, your hand running up to his face to hold his cheek. “Aeth… I’m sorry. I never meant to disturb you with how I feel.” You took a deep breath, your thumb caressing his cheek. He began to shake his head in disagreement, but he continued to let you speak. “You came out here for me, in the cold of night, without your mask, when you could be sleeping… I’m so sorry.”

He placed his hand over yours. “Mea aeternitas, you don't need to be sorry at all. I’d go through thousands of nights like these just to call you mine. I trust you enough to leave my mask behind in times like these, and I’m sure you won't make me regret it. You are a beautiful creature, my dear, and I trust you with my whole self. My whole being is yours for as long as you will have me.” He looked up at the stars as he spoke, then back down at you. He smiled softly before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on your lips. You excitedly kissed back, pushing into him as you both smiled into the kiss. You almost never wanted to pull away. Aether let out a satisfied hum as he pulled back, his hand stroking through your hair as he spoke. “You had a very long day, right? How aboutttt… I sneak you back to my chambers and we have a niceee long cuddle session in my big comfy bed for tonight. Would you like that, uxor mea?”

Your jaw dropped slightly at his offer. “I would love nothing more, my dear.”

Aether nearly jumped excitedly, leaning down to kiss your forehead quickly before taking your hand in his. He swiveled on his heel, turning to guide you. He moved quickly and quietly, almost dragging you along with him. After a minute or so of walking, he realized that you were lugging behind him. He stopped within the corridor you were currently in and whispered some apologies before picking you up and carrying you with his arms around your shoulders and under your knees. You curled up into him, holding on as he took wide strides to his room.

Once he reached the door, he quickly turned the doorknob without dropping you, then pressed his back to the door to open it. He backed into his room and shut his door with his foot, walking you to his bed and placing you gently down in a sat position. He took your cardigan from you, folding it, and placing it on an armchair in the corner of the room. His room was gorgeously well-decorated. It was dark and mysterious, while also calm and inviting. Posters and tapestries of the band and the monastery lined his walls, along with a handful of large bookshelves embedded into the walls. He has a few guitars strewn about his room, along with some stage clothes on the floor, and his mask sitting gently on his bedside table.

As Aether kneeled below you, you sat with your legs off of his bed. He looked at you with pure love and adoration. Aether’s eyes trailed down your legs, leading to your ankles as his hands followed. “Oh, dulce meum.” He spoke softly as his hands trailed up and down your legs. “Can I take care of you tonight?” His eyes met yours, and he looked up at you as if he was almost begging. You knew he could feel your pain, all your emotions, and how exhausted you were.

“Absolutely, Aeth.”

He smiled at you softly, his fangs catching a glow in the candlelight. In fact, now was when you could see him in full, for the first time, with no mask. He was just as beautiful as one would expect, maybe even more. He had dark hair, tousled from being in bed before seeing you. He had facial hair of that color too, shaved into an angular-looking curtain shape. He had a nose piercing in his left nostril, and a plethora of ear piercings in his pointed ears. He had horns that curved slightly upwards and came to a gentle point, which were a lighter color than his skin, which was a neutral gray tone. His eyes were catlike and purple, like a galaxy. You could stare at them for ages in this lighting. From the cut of his shirt, you could slightly see the muscle definition of his shoulders and collarbones… and damn did he look good. His tight long sleeve tee did him well.

As his hands made their way back down your legs, he stopped at your slippers. He took them off gently, sliding them off your feet and placing them gently beside himself. He pressed lightly into the bottom of your feet once they were gone, and a weight was immediately lifted from you. All the walking and working today, the pain was halved by Aether’s touch.

He rose up onto his haunches, his hands running back up to your hips with a light squeeze. “Would you like a massage, dear?” He whispered.

“More than anything.” You begged, a smile escaping your lips as you met his eyes. You got all the way up on his bed, adjusting yourself so your head was on his pillows, and you were face down. He got up with you, sitting beside you on the large bed while rubbing your back up and down gently. He gently moved your hair out of the way as he rubbed your shoulders and pressed into your back. As you hummed in pleasure, he backed away for a moment. “Everything okay, Aeth?” You chimed.

“Uhm- yes! I was just wondering… would you be okay to take your shirt off for me? Just your shirt. I think I could make you feel much better with skin-to-skin. Is that okay, my love?” He asked gently, sweetly returning to graze your spine as he spoke. You took a moment, fearing possible judgment, but you knew Aether would never. You agreed happily, sitting up for a moment to slide it off. “Oh, perfect! Just perfect, uxor mea.”

His hands traveled beautifully down your bare back, and god was he right about the skin-to-skin. He kneaded and rubbed into you in the most heavenly way, your joints relaxing and your tension dissolving at his touch. His rings made for a cool contrast, and it was spectacular. You could almost forget everything that happened earlier today by submitting to the relief that the ghoul offered. You let out little whines and groans occasionally, but Aether never tried to take it farther than you wanted. He truly wanted to help you, to calm you. He trailed down your legs, rubbing down your thighs and your calves in the sweetest possible spots. He kept your pajama pants on for this, but it still felt spectacular. From your neck to your ankles, you felt brand new because of him.

He grabbed onto your waist and nudged you gently up, which you followed along with. “Come here, pretty girl. I miss your kisses.” He whined. You turned to face him, your shirt still off. He smiled at the sight of you, his hands remaining on your waist as he pulled you into his lips.

Aether left one hand on your waist, the other coming up to the back of your head to keep your messy kisses going. He groaned into the kisses he gave you, almost giving into the temptation to bite your bottom lip. You felt brainless in his touch, just wanting his moment to last forever. “Shit-” The ghoul spoke into your kisses before pulling away gasping. “You’ve been so good to me, Adoro te demens. Omnia de te amo, mea puella.”

“Mmmm-” You hummed. “You do that to every sister?” You joked.

“Haha,” He fake laughed. “No, darling.” He grabbed your shirt for you and turned his back to you, gently playing with his rings as he waited. Once you were decent, he turned back around to see you laying at the top of the bed with your arms out for him.

‘C’mere, ya big sweetheart.” You smiled at him, watching his face light up with excitement as he dove into your arms and wrapped his arms around your waist, his head nuzzling into your chest. You felt yourself actually growing tired, so you threw the covers over you and Aether. He adjusted slightly to be more comfortable before he drifted off, with just a few more words leaving his lips.

“You are perfect, sicut caelum et stellae.”

#aether ghoul #aether ghoul x reader #Aether #ghost band #the band ghost #aether x reader #Nameless Ghouls #nameless ghouls x reader #Ghost bc #ghost ghouls #ghost bc x reader #quintessence ghoul

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Ghost Besties!!

I wanna start writing for Ghost (x reader), mostly Aether, but I can try all the ghouls! If there’s anything you guys would like to see please let me know so I’m motivated to write!!! Give me some prompts, scenarios, or some headcanon ideas, I’m open to anything!

I’m not new to writing fics but I am new to writing Ghost <3

I’ve also had Tumblr for YEARS and never used it so… maybe now is the time.

#nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #the band ghost #ghost x reader #ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost ghouls #ghost headcanons #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #sodo ghoul #pls help a girl out #aether #aether ghoul x reader

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some of y’all have never fallen in love with a man twice your age and it really shows

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When you have the perfect idea for fanfiction but would rather read it than write it