#The Band Ghost Oneshot

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Just Witchy Stuff (Nameless Poly!Ghouls x OC) Part 1

Summary: As a witch, Ollie lives a quiet life. While most people find her stingy or eccentric in her beliefs and superstitions her presence is well known around the town as that 'witch' at the corner with her little witchy shop. But unlike what people think she has been around a very long time - never staying too long in one town for them to realize she never seems to age. Because of her moving around she wracks up a lot of favors. What she didn't expect was for one of her old favors to show up at her doorstep.

AN: Ollie is an old OC of mine based on a lot of myself that shows a glimpse of the writer behind the writings :) Enjoy!

Pairing: Nameless Ghouls Poly x OC

My Workshop!

-part 2

If you were to ask her what her favorite part of being a shop owner in this part of town was; she'd surprise you with the answer. While most people would say the foot traffic or tourism that comes through. Maybe they'd say it's just business and they love the money aspect of things; being able to do something to pass the time? Ollie would say she loved being a business owner because she loved to meet the people that would wander into her shop - the souls that would come in all clouded with whatever troubled them only to walk out with a precious part of them returned or uplifted with hope. To be able to make a difference even without them realizing it. Even when people often scoffed at her methods. She never batted an eye at them; perhaps when she was younger it bothered her. But when you were over 500 years old scathing comments and judgemental gazes did little to chip anything off her shoulder.

Ollie loved her small shop. She'd taken great pride in making it comfortable. As if one walked into another's home. Upon entry with the sound of a jingle bell above the door like a fairy chime to announce your arrival the first thing you'll most likely take in is the heady scent of Cedarwood, Sage, and Rosemary in the air around you that Ollie used in a homemade cleansing spray to clear the negativity and promote a protective cleaning aura upon entry to her small but protected domain. If you look at each corner of the room there are fresh sprigs of lavender and eucalyptus hanging from intricately intertwined leather cords that give the room an added layer to your senses also used for protection and calming. There are two areas in the large open space that is partially blocked off by a Japanese partition wall for a sense of privacy each section contained comfortable couches, an armchair, a low coffee table and some throw pillow to sit on to relax in with a single small bookshelf to each mini portioned privacy rooms with a bowl of crystals and some incense holders burning cones on top of the short bookshelves for others to choose from to indulge in. Beyond the closed-off rooms, it looked like any other small store; with rows of dark antique shelves lined with products - everything from spell books, bundles of herbs, and satchels of premade crystals charged and cleansed personally by the residential witch that owned the shop. There were loose leaf teas of all sorts of blends promoting different aspects of chakra, aura, and mental spell barriers to help the mind, body, and soul.

Other shelves were lined with different jars with spells within, jewelry made and blessed, and even a little bar area that offered complementary teas that were on display for sale as well. Signs offering personal spells made to order and other nicknacks only a witch or pagan would appreciate for she did not just delve into the surface of what people thought witchcraft was. There were things from all sorts of different religions as well as deities to work with. From candles, offerings, and little booklets she'd written and printed to help those who wanted to work with certain deities. Some items were....not for the faint of heart that involved voodoo and dark magic that she kept locked behind the checkout counter at her personal disposal. It would be bad if some unknowing wanderer were to get a hold of such items not knowing what it was.

Ollie prided herself in her cozy store. She had put a lot of work into it as well as money but mostly mental focus and energy to be able to keep everything up. No one would have realized that there were certain aspects of her store she was rather protective of and took seriously. Like the line of salt just inside the door of her shop. How there are lines of salt on the edges of window sills and any entry towards her home. Of how beneath the wildly colorful rugs scattered around her store there would be graphs and symbols carved or painted into the hardwood floor where no one else would see.

She was thorough if nothing else but despite the protection meant for not only herself but those who walk through her door, she is rather open and friendly to new faces. That was one thing she had going for her. So deceptively sweet, sassy, and kind that people did not see the beast that lurked beneath her violet eyes. Another signature trait of hers that people believed was contacts. The one thing people did not understand was that that kind person like Ollie who was sweet and open; giving without expecting anything in return their other sides are just as extreme and strong - god or whatever deity that person serves better protect them well if anyone gets on Ollie's bad side for there is nothing worse in this world and the next than a woman scorned - destructive if she's a witch; for she does not work alone.

After a long tiring day of smiles, spells, and emotional distress that her psyche took today, Ollie was more than happy to be able to flip the sign from 'Open' to 'Closed' on her door so that she may make herself a cup of tea and meditate but as she turned to walk back into her store a voice called from down the street sounding awfully familiar in it's over the top cheerfulness that no one should be having at midnight.

"Olivia, My dear! Won't you wait a moment?! We must see you, urgently!"

The woman spun on her heel and watched with furrowed brows as a group marched their way in a cluster down the deserted streets towards her quickly. Now because of her profession, Ollie kept her store open no later than midnight in case there was a wandering poor unfortunate soul that needed her help without the stares or judgment of others on the otherwise timely streets her store was located on but those were few and far in between. But the voice was certainly one she hadn't heard in many years - and she secretly grimaced at the realization of who was approaching.

The woman was tall and blond with her greying hair pulled up into a form of bun updo at the back of her head and her face although far more wrinkled than Ollie had last remembered her having was more prominent in the yellow light of the street lamps - no amount of concealer, foundation, or lipstick could conceal her age.

"Sister Imperator." Ollie's voice was even as she eyed the group while leaning against the open door. "I'm surprised you remember my shop after all these years." a wry smile tugged at her pink lips as her violet eyes gleamed in the light while she examined the ragtag group behind the imposing woman and the oddly dressed man trailing nervously.

Besides Sister Imperator, there were 6 others. A man who was dressed in a scarlet red suit from head to foot and what looked like some kind of mask painted on his face that made him resemble a panda as he walked with a cane in one hand although he clearly didn't need it and a fedora hat on his slicked back black (but greying) hair. His eyes were mismatched she'd noted. One white eye and the other a normal green that looked almost grey in the shadows. Behind him were 5 others dressed all in the exact same black attire. Black skinny jeans with black suspenders while their skin-tight black button-down shirts tucked into the pants and black riding boots. What was curious was the fact they all wore what looked like a faceless silver mask with engraved hair and horns - a form of devil mask or something of the like. But the masks only covered their heads and faces down to the noses leaving the people's chins exposed; well would have been if they weren't covered in black fabric. They looked stoic and their stances were....unnatural; too stiff and detached. She wasn't too keen on their energy either; dark and foreboding - like swirling black smoke that only her eyes could see coming from them.

"Olivia, dear?" Sister Imperator's voice broke through the fog of the witch's thoughtful examination bringing her slowly back to the present as if she was slowly being pulled from the water.

"Hmm?" Ollie blinked and turned her attention back to the woman before her lips curled slightly. "Sorry, Sister. Of course, come on in." she swept her hand inside her store.

The blonde woman walked straight in with no problem and while the man began to follow he paused halfway in and turned awkwardly towards her. He pointed with a gloved hand at her face and she raised a brow curiously when he didn't say anything at first.

"Is that you're real hair color?" he asked in a tone of voice that clearly spoke volumes of his lack of social skills.

Ollie reached up to tug a piece of her pure white hair in front of her eyes in amusement as she looked closely at her own hair as if realizing it for the first time that it was snow white.

"Why, won't you look at this?" she murmured before meeting the man's gaze with a humorous one of her own.

"Yes, it's natural. I actually used to be a brunette but...it changed over time. One of the hazards of my profession" she replied truthfully which seemed to satisfy the man as he gave a little hum and began walking inside again.

Ollie watched as the bulkiest of the silver-masked fellows followed after the man and presses a hand to the door to keep it open to allow Ollie inside first and she began to turn away until she realized that...he wasn't moving. His foot was hovering over the edge of the door but it didn't go past the line of salt at her doorstep. Her gaze stared at the foot before slowly dragging her eyes back up to meet the pale purple behind the mask.

"Sister Imperator. I don't believe you introduced me to your friends." Ollie's gaze did not leave that of the masked figure.

"Oh, yes well..." the woman behind her cleared her throat uncomfortable as she looked around the store as if realizing for the first time where she was.

"They are safe, Olivia. I promise you on my life." the blonde said her tone leaving no room to argue but Ollie did not move for a hot minute.

"It's not your life I'm worried about." she finally shot over her shoulder before her foot moved forward carefully and brushed the toe of her boot across the salt line slowly.

"Don't touch anything," she warned the masked figures in a low voice that broached no argument before swiftly turning and heading deeper into the store.

The store itself was dimply lit. The lights above were shut off and only a few oil lamps on a few surfaces within the store gave light. She led the way to the partitioned area and moved to the small counter where she kept her complementary teas.

"Alright, now that you've invaded my holy space." her voice was only partly joking as she busied herself in preparing a personal blend of tea.

"Would you like to make the introductions?"

Sister Imperator sank into one of the armchairs and sighed. "Always with the pleasantries, Olivia."

"Ollie."

"Or should I call you The Arcane Priestess." there was a gleam in the other's eyes that made Ollie tense up.

"I haven't gone by that name in centuries. A name you should not even know. Now talk. You know damn well I don't enjoy these little visits of yours so let's stop with the pretense of friendship. I'm tired, I've had a long day." Ollie snapped her gaze sharp as she turned cooly towards the group.

"Touchy aren't we?"

Ollie's violet eyes flashed and her hand clenched around the edge of the counter. "Your crossing the line sister, do you want me to take back the youth I gave you?" one brow quirked up and that seemed to shut the other up if only for the moment as the older woman's jaw tensed and she flapped her hand around the group.

"This is my son, Papa Emeritus IV -"

"Please call me Copia, mi cara." The awkward man in the suit gave a little smile to the witch who merely flicked her gaze up and down his frame a few times as if seeing him differently.

"These are... Well, these are my ghouls." Copia motioned for the masked group that had yet to take a sit; they damn blended into the darkness of the room so silent and still she didn't even bat an eye at them.

"I know it may seem a little out of this world -" Copia began but Ollie raised a hand to him to stop his upchuck.

"The names Ollie." she interrupted with a tip of her head and outstretched hands. "I'm a witch. There is nothing from this world or the next that can surprise me Copia. I think you should have already known that - or at least realized upon coming to a witch shop in the middle of the night." she snorted.

Copia seemed to flounder for words as he idly tapped his fingertips together. "Si si..."

Ollie then turned to Sister Imperator. "Now, you delivered your charges in my care. You may go."

"I am not leaving Olivia this is-"

Ollie leaned forward towards her; violet eyes darkening into something dangerous; the threat within them was clear as day and dangerous. "I. Wasn't. Asking." her gaze flickered to the door.

"Copia can fill you in after the visit when he returns to you. You're aura is suffocating and I cannot work with you breathing down my neck, snake. Now leave."

Sister Imperator stared shocked at the younger woman. It was hard to think that a girl who looked no older than her early 20s was speaking in such a way to a woman old enough to her be mother; the lack of respect. But it was the look in those purple eyes that held such years in them. A power in them that radiated through her entire being so palpable that even Sister Imperator had to rise to her feet feeling like a caged and cornered animal in a cage with a predator that could rip her to shreds and then some.

"Papa, I will be waiting for word." the woman stated with a false smile and nod before she all but ran from the shop. The door clicked shut behind her with more force than needed.

Ollie inhaled deeply and raised her hands to her temples to rub at the throb that was beginning to form but when she felt the unnerving pairs of eyes on her she lifted her head to peer at the others in the room. There was a heavy silence before she let out a puff of air from her mouth and placed her hands on her hips.

"Sister Imperator and I have known each other since before you were born Copia." Ollie gave a slight smile. "I knew Papa Nihil when he was younger than you when the Clergy was first starting. Trust me, I know a lot more about you guys than I should; I just like pretending like I don't in front of your mother. Gotta keep my trick cards close hmm?" the witch gave a bit of a more genuine smile before straightening up and motioning around.

"Alright, now let's go somewhere more private so we can talk. These walls have ears." she led the flabbergasted Papa and his ghouls from the room and behind the counter. She stood in front of a bookshelf and did an intricate sign with her hands. Seconds later the bookshelves parted to reveal a small well-lit tunnel.

She could tell as soon as they began to walk how the ghouls at her back visibly relaxed as the trap doors closed behind them - locking them inside as they walked. The tunnel was deceptively long in comparison to the building's structural making and if that itself was confusing the hellish creatures could feel the magic that palpitated from the very stone as they walked. Like honey coating the walls they soaked it up subconsciously basking in the magic energy like starving animals while they listened to the little witch and Papa talking ahead of them.

"You may have felt a difference," she shot her violet gaze back at the creatures with a small smile that held hundred years of secrets. "I don't like to practice my personal preferences in the common shop. That is more for show - for the customers that need the basics; it's for protection...for the light magic that people expect. Down here, gentlemen. This is where my true art takes form. Where the darkest of lies and secrets can be unfolded and the more...macabre and black magic can be done without the judging of others."

They came to an old-looking Victorian door with a brass knocker in the shape of a demonic-looking lion's head before she grasps the ring the head held within its menacing-looking jaws - knocking it loudly with a sound that vibrated the air around them it. And then with a start, the lion's head came to life - its golden eyes blinked open and they landed on the group.

"Sorry, Volrath. Didn't mean to wake you. May we enter?" Ollie spoke to the head.

The door knocker blinked slowly at her before its eyes closed again and the door clicked open allowing the group within the confinements of within.

"Oh...." Copia murmured as he stepped in looking around the vast space.

Ollie spun her arms around with a proud smile on her face as she pinned her guests with a look.

"Welcome to where the magic happens, boys."

The space was large. Looking like a two leveled warehouse filled to the brim with shelves of books, statues, and cases filled with items that looked older than time. A living area with comfortable couches covered in soft fabric with an old kitchen off to the side of the open floor space. The top level was guarded by archways made of stone and railings of iron that lead to a half circle wrapped around. One side was what looked to be a library or office space filled with all sorts of things up there that they couldn't make up while the other side looked like her personal living space and bedroom.

"This place is..." Copia began as he spun around feeling as if he'd stepped out of time for a moment.

"It's neat hmm? I like to contribute different eras I've lived through to my personal space. This is where I live. Below the shop. This space was designed to house and entertain different creatures and such that would pop down here for my services." Ollie looked visibly happier and more relaxed now that she was in her space as she idly pulled her snow-white hair up into a messy bun.

"What kind of magic work do you do?" the quiet voice of one of the ghouls spoke up causing her to look over her shoulder at the bunch.

"What do you think?" her lip curled up slightly but when no one replied she sighed out a chuckle. "To the world above," her voice was gentle and almost wistful as she pointed to the ceiling.

"I am just the crazy witchy lady that sells stuff people think is a hoax or a scam. Down here though, I practice far harder and more dangerous magic than some love spells, blessing crystals, and burning sage." she laughed

"There is a reason Sister Imperator calls me The Arcane Priestess. I've been around a lot longer than I look, boys. I've worked with so many deities, gods, creatures, and magic that you'd be surprised. So trust me when I say, my personal space is a safe space for you lot." she wagged a finger at the ghouls.

"Now drop the glamor. It gives a bittersweet taste to the air and I don't like it," she ordered placing her hands on her hips.

Heads tilted to look at each other silently but she was patient as she gave them time to adjust and instead look over to Copia. "Trust me, they aren't the first ghouls I've worked with or helped before. Now, what's going on that needs my help?"

Copia played with his cane as he nervously looked around. "Well..."

"Copia. I don't judge. I'm a freaking witch for crying out loud. Working with hellish creatures is child's play for me. Shit! That reminds me. I need to visit Luci." she clapped her hands and darted up the stairs towards her office workspace on the second floor; unbestowed to her that others followed behind her.

She was finishing lighting a black candle with a white marked seal on the side when she turned to find one of the ghouls reaching out to touch one of her other alters and she reached out sharply to grab their wrist.

"Don't." her voice was firm even when her grip was gentle as she guided the clawed fingers from the alters and shiny objects placed on that particular alter.

"Mother Hecate isn't very fond of others touching her stuff," Ollie stated softly before she turned away to view the others.

The ghouls were all standing there looking around but silent; deglamoured and their ashen skin and tails were flicking back and forth. She did not say anything about their masks figuring when they were ready and comfortable enough that they'd take it off when they were good and ready to do so. Instead, she guided everyone further into the room and motioned for Copia to take a seat on one of the couches situated inside the room.

"Sorry about that. Now. Go ahead and tell me what trouble you've gotten yourself into. Have you summoned a ghoul you can't control?"

"No....well not really. I mean si." Copia floundered waving his hands. "We did do a summoning but it backfired and well...it wasn't exactly a ghoul that we summoned - we sent it back of course but not before...well..." he looked towards the ghouls.

"Not without a scrape or few..."

AN: If you guys enjoyed this let me know if you'd like for me to make one shot series for Ollie and the Ghouls! I'd love to hear your thought. Did you like it? Would you like to see more of Ollie and the Ghouls outside of this series?

#Ghost Band #The Band Ghost #Nameless Ghouls #Copia #Nameless Ghouls x OC #Random Ghoul oneshot #Aether Ghoul #Swiss Ghoul #Rain Ghoul #Dewdrop Ghoul #Mountain Ghoul #sister imperator #The Band Ghost Oneshot #Should I make a one shot series for Ollie? #feedback wanted

[kaetastic]

PLAY ALONG

pairing: Sodo Ghoul x Ghoulette!F!Reader

summary: After debutting not so long ago, the fans seem to adore the new addition to their beloved band. However, after noticing how their fans react to their interactions- Sodo and Y/N test the waters to make their fans go feral.

word count: 1.2k+

warning: tension TENSION SEXUAL TENSION!!!

note: i've noticed the lack of reader being a part of the band so you know what TAKE THIS! also i love you phantom but this position is MINE!! (for this story lol) p.s i took 2 hours to write this because i was so excited and was on a GRINDD

"Dust." Papa's deep voice shook the venue, the vibrations flowing like waves from the source of the sounds into the thrilled crowd. With a microphone in his hand, the man who had the blinding sequined blue jacket pranced across the stage. The spotlight followed every movement he made, shining upon him as if he were a revealed prophecy.

Screams erupted from the crowd as they held their phones high up from the crowd- ready to capture moments from their favourite ghouls and ghoulettes. However, this night had been different since the few previous shows had sparked a new trend. Pupils and phone lenses were glued onto the lead guitarist who had been ripping his infamous white guitar while others stayed on the ghoulette who strung her black one.

There was excitement in the air that was missing from the tours before. It wasn't grand but it definitely felt significant. And oh, was that excitement going to explode. Bodies were jumping as Papa thrust his hips, his voice growling out, "In God you trust."

Swiss moved further into the stage and those closest to him let out high-pitched yells. Even though both parties knew there was no point in trying to make contact due to the large gap between them, there was always an attempt because the veins on the man's arm were irresistible.

"Your cavalier of crapulence, to this feast of rapacity."

If it wasn't loud before, now it was boisterous. Sodo's fingers were moving on their own- a result of countless practices, while his body shuffled over to the ghoulette.

Y/N or Raven (as she was known) had her lips pressed together as her mind was solely focused on giving a satisfying performance. Papa's voice bounced through her earpiece and her body obeyed the music and played the right chords. Despite the sudden incline of screams, she kept her gaze on the crowd with a smile. Playing an instrument was one thing, but serving a good performance for the crowd was another. Knowing that fact, she shouldn't have been surprised when she felt another body pressing her back.

Her mind needed a second to process who it was but her body was on its own journey. Not even a stagger in her performance. Throwing her head over her shoulders, she was met by the same mask encapsulating her head. The fans noticed how close their bodies were and more screams erupted from the front to the back of the venue.

"In God you trust."

With his other arm free, he placed his hand on her waist. It descended, following the curve of her body before he yanked her back to close the gap between them. Masterminds- that's what they were because everyone had been enamoured by the two. Phones from all the way back were faced in their directions, possibly recording the hundredth clip of that night.

After the recent shows, Y/N and Sodo had picked up how the crowd had loved when they were close to one another. So in a genius fashion, they both decided to interact more on stage.

Even though the light fell onto the back of their heads, shadowing the front of their masks, few realized the way Y/N had opened her mouth in shock at Sodo's action. They scrambled to open whatever social media they favoured, not bothered by the fact that their phone was holding onto the last bits of battery. Later on, the duo would find the clip to pull in more interested fans with their electrifying chemistry.

Leaning her head back to rest on his shoulder, Y/N realized something. Noises came from every angle. The sounds that were trapped by the large room bounced off the walls, wrapping around the people under its roof. Despite all this, she could clearly hear his heavy breathing. The man wasn't running around the stage, so why was he?

Then a smirk played on her lips. When they discussed their little plan, Y/N knew there would be rumours about the two but in any good marketing, denying those rumours would not be beneficial at all. She also knew that there would be other... feelings involved. Feelings that would be more apparent on him than on her.

Angling her lips towards his, she leaned in but not exactly closing in. Screeches blew up and a smirk played on her lips at her success. She breathed out onto his lips, "You hard?" Oh, the things she would do just to see his eyes beneath those opaque goggles. Sodo felt his body still behind hers. He was incredibly thankful that most of his face had been covered apart from his lips because his face gave away everything. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips at her question. So many things to be thankful for tonight. Especially to the guitar that covered the most telling parts.

Cirrus' part was up and Y/N pressed a hand on Sodo's chest to push him away. Making her way to the other side of the stage, she stood close to the edge, her feet perched on the blasting speakers. Unbeknownst to her, the same figure that was behind her had been trailing after her like a lost yet love-sickened puppy seeking attention. She should have known when phones were angled behind her.

With his hand free again, Sodo pushed his guitar to rest beside him, his front now free from the protection of the instrument. A small gulp swam down her throat once she felt something prodding her back. Lord. Placing his hand on the bottom of her neck, he ground his teeth as he brought it up to fully grasp it.

Another thing to be thankful for- no one had heard the silent moan that left her lips. Just for him.

"Very." Sodo gave a late reply.

"And divine you feel my thrust."

The ghoulette smirked at the coincidence of the lyrics for that moment.

"In God you trust."

Papa's thrusting towards the crowd caused strings of screams, and bubbles of excitement were waiting to burst out. The crowd was ready for the confetti. On the other hand, Sodo fans had their phones angled to capture his routine for Mummy Dust. This time... everyone knew that something would be different.

As the drumming got louder, Sodo ran his left down from Y/N's mouth to her neck- stopping above the curves of her chest. Just for a moment, a small part of her cursed him out for not going further down. Wrapping his fingers as if he was jacking off the air, Sodo had his head thrown back. He wished he was doing the exact same thing to himself right now.

The ghoulette turned her body to face him. His eyes changed course to watch as her hands slowly trailed down his chest. The fans were exhilarated at the sight, screaming at the sight of the pair they liked so much. Sodo felt his heart beat at its own hastened pace while the rest of his body was vibrated by the stage. His heart skipped one single beat. Y/N got on her knees with her eyes on his black lenses. She swore he had gulped when confetti was shot out onto the crowd.

This was definitely going to be awkward to talk about later.

#sodo ghoul x reader #ghost band x reader #ghost band oneshot #nameless ghouls x reader #ghost band fanfic #sodo ghoul oneshot #sodo oneshot #sodo ghoul fanfic

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Dream Come True

Terzo x Reader

Just some late night inappropriate pillow talk between Terzo and his latest partner.

I've been really enjoying doing these drabbles when they pop in my head! It's something I've never really done before, and it fills in the spaces between bigger fics.

CW: pillow talk, mentions of anal, implications of threesome, somehow kinda fluffy kinda steamy

Word Count: 400

"I swear that woman is constantly up my ass," Terzo groans, complaining once again about Sister Imperator, "and not in the good way..." He smirks jokingly.

You'd only been seeing him for a little while, surely just one in a long line of partners. "Papa..." you giggle, hiding your face in your hands.

"What is it, Sorella?" He can't help but grin as he wraps his arm lazily around your waist, your smile is too infectious.

"I just..." you raise your eyebrows, looking between him and the sheets you lay on, "I didn't know you liked that." Another fit of giggles, nervous this time.

"You didn't know I liked what?" His chuckle rumbles right next to your ear as he presses a few sloppy kisses to your neck.

"You know..." you go silent as his eyes fall on yours once again. He simply quirks an eyebrow, curious of your response. It comes out practically in a whisper, "Receiving."

He huffs a laugh out of his nose, "Receiving, eh?" He has that playful glint in his eye, "Does this mean you are doing the giving?"

You flush a deep red, hiding your face against his bare chest.

"Tell me, dolcezza..." he starts in a dramatic tone, "Do you think of your Papa all spread out, face down in the mattress?"

He's just saying anything to affect you at this point, you can't help the fit of laughter coming out of you. Finally when you calm down, he has one more question to ask, "Do you want to give it to me?" His voice murmurs low, like sweet nothings between lovers should: half serious, but light-hearted.

"Well," you break eye contact again, "Not exactly."

His confused expression brings another smile to your face. "Then why bring this up, Sorella, if you do not intend to... follow through?"

"Because I think it would be sexy to 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩."

𝘖𝘩. It dawns on him.

"I did not know you were a voyeur, amante mia! How very spicy of you," he nuzzles into your neck again, planting smooches across your skin.

"I'm not! I mean-" you push him lightly to get a little space between your bodies, "I can't just sit by and watch. I would still wanna touch you." Terzo raises his eyebrows. You lean up to his ear to continue, "I might even want you to fuck me while it's happening."

"𝘖𝘩, 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦... What a dream come true. What other ideas will that brilliant mind of yours come up with?" He kisses you on the forehead, "In fact, I know the perfect ghoul to help make our dreams a reality..."

#will there be a full fic one day? #only time can tell #I've been itching to write Terzo x Reader x Omega for a long time #the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #papa iii #terzo #papa 3 #omega ghoul #x reader #reader insert #fantasy #imagine #ghost fanfiction #fanfic #drabble #oneshot #terzomega #terzo x omega #terzo x reader #omega3 #mdni #18+ mdni #18+ only #18+ content #18+ account #shitghosting #papa emeritus iv #copia

[azureseacloud]

Hard Work

Ghost (band) one shot

Pairing: fem reader x ghouls

Warnings: swearing

Words: 1,999

Summary: Reader has been working all day. Ghouls return from practice and look after her, regardless of her resistance. Fluff with a dash of sexual tension because I can’t help myself :)

Hi again, thanks so much for your support on my other fic :))) You guys are awesome!!

I am open to requests for the ghouls so please feel free to drop a request :)

Working as a coordinator for the band was a huge job. It didn’t help that the ghouls always sought you out so they could bring you to their quarters for ‘mandatory’ ghoul piles or just for company. It was sweet, but by Satan they were an effective distraction from your work.

You had sat yourself down on the couch in the ghoul quarters, laptop sitting on your thighs as you reviewed the costings and set up for the next show that was in a weeks time.

None of the ghouls were present—busy with their commitments and band practice for the day—so you were using the time to get as much done as possible. It was easier to do the work in their quarters since you knew that they would go searching for you after and drag you back here anyway one way or another. Swiss had literally thrown you over his shoulder one time when you had protested to leaving your work space. Another time, when you had found a comfy hiding spot far away from where the ghouls wandered, Dewdrop had tracked you down by your scent and heartbeat.

You sighed, a slight headache beginning to make itself known. Checking the time, you’d been here for almost eight hours, and it was now afternoon. You’d made a lot of progress, which was great, but there was still a lot more to go.

You resettled yourself into a more comfortable position, shuffling around until your legs were no longer trapped under your body, wincing at the pins and needles that flickered as you moved. You began typing again, organising the itinerary for next years tours.

Something brushed against your neck lightly as you became aware of a presence behind you. Before you could look, two hands were splayed around your neck, applying a firm pressure but not impacting your ability to breathe. They pushed upward, tilting your head back.

“Fuck!” You gasped as you were met with a mask staring down at you. White horns poked through the forehead, an easy identifier for the ghoul that had a comfortable grip on your throat. Dewdrop.

“Oh, hi Dew.”

One of his fingers slowly caressed your neck as you fought to slow your heartbeat after the shock. His hands were warm, no doubt the perks of being a fire ghoul. You watched as he tilted his head in that infuriatingly attractive way.

“You look tired.”

You blinked up at the ghoul, realising your hands were still perched on the keyboard and not moving to at least try to defend yourself. You wondered if he noticed. What was it he had said?

“I’ve been working,” you replied evenly, after a moment of silence where you had to fight to gather your thoughts. His grip was distracting, in the way that sent your brain into overdrive. It was a struggle to maintain a normal tone—to hide what the ghoul was doing to you.

Dew moved closer, to the point where you could almost see the eyes behind his mask. Studying you. You tried your best to look alert and awake, knowing they would all swarm you the moment one of them figured out that you had forgone looking after yourself, choosing to instead work almost non-stop.

In a liquid movement he withdrew his hands, dragging them upwards along your neck as he straightened up. You almost sighed in disappointment at the loss of contact.

One major factor you had learned about ghouls is that they had no concept of personal space, nor any understanding of human ‘socially acceptable’ standards. They also shared more physical touch than humans usually did. It had been quite a lot to get used to when you first started working with them. But now you found yourself craving their casual touches and affection. Although you were still caught off guard with the more intimate touches they sometimes did. You knew they found your reactions entertaining, Dew and Swiss especially.

A set of footsteps echoed across the floor and you looked to see Swiss waltzing in, also still in his helmet and uniform. He looked over to you, then tilted his head up, most likely looking at Dew standing behind you still, his forearms now leaning against the back of the couch on either side of your head. His hands were brushing your shoulders in a tantalising way, and you were acutely aware of how close his chest was to your head.

Swiss looked back to you, and his mouth turned down in what you guessed was a frown.

“Have you been working all day?” The multi ghoul asked, leaning against the doorway. You clasped your hands to stop yourself from rubbing your eyes as another spike of pain shot through your head.

“No, of course not,” you lied. You knew the ghouls hated when you worked for too long—and you really wanted to finish this last part.

“When was the last time you had water?” Dew asked, still hovering above you. You rolled your eyes.

“I had water not that long ago.” You lied again, biting your lip. You hadn’t had any since breakfast—too engrossed in your work to have a break. That explained the headache.

“She’s dehydrated,” Rain spoke. Your eyes jumped to him, cursing internally that you had forgotten the water ghoul had gotten good at sensing how hydrated you were. He was heading to the adjoined kitchen at the far side of the room.

Swiss tsked and you shot him an answering glare. He grinned, pushing off the wall to join you on the couch.

“You can’t lie to us sweetheart.” Dew murmured in your ear, his breath ghosting the side of your face in a way that sent shivers down your body. His nails scraped lightly across your shoulders, and it was all you could do not to arch your back.

Too preoccupied with Dewdrop’s touch, you weren’t prepared for Swiss to snatch your wrists, yanking them away from your laptop.

“Hey!” You protested, trying to pull out of his grip. The multi ghoul only grinned, his hold on your wrists too strong for you to break out of.

“Rain,” Swiss called. The water ghoul hurried over, carrying a glass of water. You were still struggling against Swiss, trying to twist your way out of his grip. Dew grabbed your shoulders, pulling you back to the couch and pinning you there. Swiss barked out a laugh as you cursed at them.

“Can you get the laptop?” Swiss asked the water ghoul casually. Rain nodded, closing the device and moving it to the small table not far from the couch.

“Seriously guys? I just have to do a little more, then I’m done I promise.”

Swiss shook his head, releasing your hands while Rain offered you the glass of water. You rolled your eyes, accepting the glass reluctantly as Rain settled on the floor in front of you, murmuring a “thanks” to the calm ghoul. They were all watching—no doubt waiting to make sure you drank the water. Swiss moved one of his hands to your thigh, smirking as your eyes darted across to his.

“Is this an intervention?” You looked up as Phantom spoke, his voice holding a little bit of humour as he entered the room, crossing over to lean against the table. He looked at the laptop resting there—no doubt putting the pieces together.

“She’s been working all day,” Swiss explained. You took a sip of water, flipping off the ghoul beside you.

“She’s dehydrated,” Rain added.

“And she thought she could lie about it.” You hissed at Dewdrop’s words. Asshole. He gripped your shoulders tighter in response, his fingers pressing into your skin.

You busied yourself with drinking the water—it was the best distraction you had right now. Between Dewdrop’s hands on your shoulders and Swiss’ hand on your thigh, as well as everyone’s undivided attention, you could feel your cheeks beginning to heat up. You finished the glass, Rain reaching out to take it from you as he got up to take it to the kitchen. Phantom jabbed at his ribs on the way, the water ghoul skipping out of his reach.

“Good girl,” Dewdrop purred into your ear. You tensed, heat blooming across your skin. Your brain nearly short-circuited. He had to be doing this on purpose. There was no way he wasn’t—Dew wasn’t normally this flirtatious. The little gremlin.

Swiss snickered. “Someone’s flustered. Careful Dew, she might pass out if you keep going.”

Phantom chuckled at that. You scowled, crossing your arms.

“Okay, I drank some water, now let me keep working—“

You were cut off as Swiss stood up suddenly, grabbing your arms and pulling you from the couch. You squealed as he picked you up, one arm under your legs the other wrapped around your back. You threw your arms around his neck, gripping just under the helmet. He was grinning again.

“Swiss I swear to Satan if you don’t put me down-“

“You’ll what?” The multi ghoul taunted. He sat down on the soft rug in the centre of the room, rolling you onto your back and wrapping an arm around you to keep you there as he lay down beside you. You smacked his arm, knowing exactly what he was planning. You loved ghoul piles but you knew once everyone had joined you would not be able to get up until the morning.

You looked over as Dewdrop vaulted over the couch to join you, flicking off his helmet as he lay down on your other side. Dew slid one of his legs around yours, nuzzling into the side of your neck. The fire ghoul started purring loudly, draping an arm across your chest. His warmth was comforting.

“See? Just stay here with us. Take a break.” Swiss said, his breath tickling your ear. He’d also taken his helmet off, and he buried his face in the side of your neck like Dew. You sighed.

“No, I still have work to do!” Swiss snorted, still not letting you go. A wave of calm washed over you, sleepiness taking hold. Okay maybe you could finish the work tomorrow…

Your eyes snapped over to Phantom. “Phantom, you little bitch, I know what you’re doing.” You growled. The quintessence ghoul raised his hands in mock surrender, a wicked grin on his face.

Running out of options, you looked to Rain.

“Rain, can you please get them off me so I can finish my work?” The water ghoul sighed, making his way over. Instead of dragging the two off of you, he flopped down on top of you all, his head resting on your stomach.

How helpful.

You flipped off Phantom as he laughed. Not being able to help yourself, you lowered your hands into Rain’s hair. You slid your fingers through the smooth locks as the ghoul hummed contentedly.

Phantom curled up behind you, letting you rest your head on his chest. His own fingers worked through your hair, and you almost melted under his touch.

“What’s going on here?” Mountain crossed into the room with his hands on his hips, the ghoulettes behind him.

“Ghoul pile!!” Sunshine shrieked, launching herself over Swiss, who tried to bury his face deeper in your neck.

“A little help?” You asked, looking at the others hopefully. Swiss and Dew growled, both of their teeth lightly pinching your neck in response.

“I think that’s your answer.” Mountain shrugged, and you sighed in defeat. The huge ghoul settled down beside Dew, while the other ghoulettes curled around Sunshine and Swiss.

Dewdrop was purring again, his tongue licking the small bite on the side of your neck. You reached an arm around and scratched his head, his purring growing louder.

Okay, maybe you could let the rest of your work wait until tomorrow. For now, you relaxed in the comforting warmth and weight of the ghouls.

It didn’t take you long to fall asleep.

#ghost band #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #oneshot #rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #ghoul pile #mountain ghoul #sunshine ghoulette

[ghoulette-knell]

A Little Bit Tipsy:

Aether x Fem!Reader

You and Aether have some unspoken tension due to being so close to him throughout the Prequelle tour. A little bit of alcohol proves to loosen your tongue.

🔞MDNI🔞

TW: Drunk/High Sex; Friends to Lovers; Soft!Dom Aether; Hair-Pulling; Marking; Animalistic Sex (honestly from all of the sexual tension); Oral (male receiving); Dirty Talk; Fingering (female receiving); No Protection; Biting.

Word Count: 5,566

You and Aether, your best friend, were a little bit tipsy. Yeah, a little bit more than tispy...

The tour that Ghost had spent months travelling around the globe had just concluded for the week, so the two of you decided to drink and celebrate the fantastic performances. There had been some unspoken tensions between you and him for a while now, and you were feeling bold tonight. The two of you have been drinking for a few hours now, and although Ghouls had a higher tolerance for most things than humans, the two of you were beginning to feel the affects of the alcohol.

Aether took a small drink of his beer, which was his favourite beverage. His soft, amber eyes glanced at you through his silver mask as a short stream of foam floated down his glass, "I hope the Cardinal doesn't mind us hanging out. It's so deep in the tour at this point. I know the old man hates when we get distracted or take time off practicing.”

“Screw him,” you mumbled tiredly while leaning back against the couch, taking a shot of whiskey while staring off towards the wall, “I’m getting sick of his schedule for us Ghouls. He likes to believe that we don’t have social lives and we are just mindless drones, here to simply perform in his band.”

You had always been a little bit too outspoken when it came to Copia. Even though you were right in what you said, Aether didn't want to say it out loud and risk getting into trouble.

"I don’t think Cardinal Copia is necessarily in the wrong. He just doesn't care about our social lives. The band is all that matters to him."

Aether let out a small laugh, “And I think it's true. We're all replaceable after all."

You couldn't help but wince at Aether's last sentence. You were all replaceable... all of you.

You had been a member of the band when Ifrit was still the lead guitarist before young Sodo had come along. You and Aether both had been around before Copia had even come around, and Terzo had been the frontman, as well as the anti-pope of the ministry. Yet, so many of your friends had been replaced... Ifrit, Pebble, Omega. The list goes on and on.

None of you even knew why they had been replaced. It was simply done at random, which was what made moments like this scary. Would the Cardinal just replace everyone if they pissed him off?

"I don't like to think about that, Aether," you mumbled while leaning forward and grabbing your freshly-rolled joint off the table.

"I know," Aether responded softly, "But that’s why we can't become too careless and get attached. We'll get hurt that way. It's a damn shame that I'm already pretty attached to you. It'll really suck… if anything happens to either of us.”

He took another sip of his beer before speaking again, "Copia loves to remind us that we can be easily replaced. I get it, he likes having an air of authority over us. He likes to manipulate us into feeling grateful that we're in his band.”

"I want to get attached though," you mumbled, almost inaudible as you flicked your lighter to get your blunt lit, "I want to have lifelong friends in this band. I know I have you, but we have to keep our deep friendship a secret. I don't want to get sent back to Hell if I mess up one too many times. I don't want to get separated from you, Aether. That would be a fate worse than death."

His eyebrows raised at your last sentence. "Worst than death?"

You peered into his eyes and nodded. You meant what you said. You wouldn't get sent back to Hell without Aether. It just simply wasn't something that you would let happen. Not even Lucifer could pull you away from the rhythm guitarist.

Aether's mind was suddenly abuzz with countless thoughts. Was she just saying this because she was inebriated? Or was she genuinely implying something else?

He looked away for a moment, a bit embarrassed by his reddened cheeks, before he looked back to you, "Are you drunk?"

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You hadn't expected this conversation to go in this direction, and honestly, the alcohol was to blame. You rarely let your stressors come afloat, especially around any of the other Ghouls. It was a sign of weakness, and you weren't weak by a longshot. However, you trusted Aether, and the alcohol definitely helped loosen that tongue of yours.

You flicked your tail slightly and took a drag from your blunt, coughing slightly as the smoke hit your lungs, "A little bit, but that doesn't change how I feel about any of this."

Aether seemed surprised by your answer, but you could see in his face that his eyebrow was not raised in judgment at all. Instead, he was taking a good long look at you, as if he was sizing you up. His cheeks were still red, which was a little strange for him.

He laughed softly, not making eye contact with you, "Does that mean you're genuinely afraid of losing me?"

You offered him a hit off of your blunt, unsure about whether or not he would take it. The alcohol was indeed making your tongue a bit looser than normal, but Aether did know how much he meant to you. He had to know how you felt about him.

"Yes. I don't want to ever lose you," you replied without hesitation, "If you got replaced and I was forced to stay in this band without you... I don't know what I would do. Whoever your replacement would be, I would hate them just because they replaced you. You are my best friend."

Aether took the offered joint, still not holding eye contact. This was a new side of you that he had never really seen before. Normally, you would try to hide the fact that you cared about him. You were very stoic whenever it came to things like this.

But tonight, you were telling him. No hiding it. In fact, there was something else there too...

Aether finally met your gaze, taking a long drag from the marijuana before speaking, "You know, you talk about me as if you’re in love with me."

You were completely speechless.

You didn't know how to respond.

Were you in love with Aether? You had always assumed it was some kind of puppy love phase that you were going through, or maybe a way to escape the harsh reality regarding the Satanic ministry that you lived to serve. It was a very stressful atmosphere, after all. Aether always offered a bit of relief, and often grounded you during moments like this.

"You act as if that's a surprise," you whispered after a few seconds, expelling smoke from your mouth and taking a few sips from your alcoholic beverage that sat on the coffee table.

You brain was beginning to buzz, which made your eyes slowly relax and sag.

Aether sat in silence for a couple of seconds. When he finally did speak, it was only to ask a single question. One that he had never asked before. One that had remained unspoken for so, so long.

"Do you love me?"

You licked your lips nervously and adverted your gaze down to the carpeted floor below. Suddenly, you were feeling shy and bashful.

Some thoughts you'd had about this exact moment began to eat at your stomach; scratching at it like a wild, caged animal. What if he wouldn't like you back?

You could handle the rejection. If that was the scenario, that would be manageable. Just swallow your sadness and pride, and keep going on with life as if it never happened. What you couldn't handle was a confession leading to awkwardness, and inevitably the end of your precious friendship with Aether.

This confession was beyond what you ever believed you could say to the other Ghoul.

“I suppose I do, yeah. I do love you, Aether.”

You took another sip of your drink, trying to advert your attention away from that risky confession. The alcohol was beginning to cause a vague cloud of haze to envelop your brain as you sat and waited for his response.

It was an agonizing wait. It was only a few seconds, but it felt like hours.

Aether finally closed his eyes, his cheeks a bright shade of red. His lips curled up into a tiny smile; his little fangs poking from his lips. He couldn't help but feel his heart swell in his chest, even though you weren't exactly looking at him right now.

His breath grew a little bit shaky when he finally spoke up again, but he was still a bit shy to make eye contact for now, "And you're sure this isn't just the drinking talking?"

You slowly brought your eyes back up to meet Aether’s, and shook your head, “You’ve known me for almost a year now, Aether. You have to know how I’ve felt about you all this time.”

Aether hadn’t said he loved you back though. Was he procrastinating? Did he not want to hurt your feelings? Why hadn’t he said it back yet?

His cheeks had grown even redder now. You'd certainly never seen him blush this much before. He laughed a little bit, his eyes now locked with yours, "I guess I thought this might have been a drunk confession... But I should have had a little more faith in you. My apologies."

Finally, he took a deep breath. He couldn't help the feeling of his heart beating so fast in his chest. He finally managed to say it.

"I love you too."

The instant relief that hit your body was unreal. The mix between the adrenaline rush over admitting your love to Aether, as well as the alcohol was slowly sinking away as those three perfect words left the Ghoul’s lips.

“Now it’s my turn to ask… that’s not just the booze talking, right?” you whispered, your cheeks flushing red to perfectly match the shade of red that was on Aether’s cheeks.

Aether couldn't do anything except chuckle. If anything, he was a little bit surprised that you would ask if this was just the alcohol speaking.

"Oh no, this is totally the booze talking," he said jokingly, only to be interrupted by a soft laugh. The colour had drained for your face, as you hadn’t realized off the bat that this was a joke.

The ghoul then quickly closed the distance between you two, making eye contact with you before leaning forward and placing a kiss on your forehead.

"No, I'm definitely not drunk… well, I'm a little drunk, but I feel this way sober too. I do love you, and I'm so glad you feel the same about me."

You leaned into his touch immediately. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you were almost certain that Aether could hear it.

You couldn’t help it, though. Aether made you flustered no matter what he was doing.

Your cheeks flushed brighter as his lips grazed your forehead; your face turning upwards.

Your lips were only inches away from each other. You could feel Aether’s breath on your face; smell the beer on his breath. You could physically see the drunken desire beginning to cloud over his eyes.

“Are you sober enough to consent to me kissing you?” you asked huskily; your hand cupping his cheek in a loving, yet desirable manner.

Aether was certainly not used to the way you were acting right now. The way that you were leaning into him. Your hand cupping his cheek. The way that your lips were just inches away from his. This was different than usual.

"Am I sober enough?" he smirked, his own hands tracing up to your waist, one wrapping around it and pulling you closer, "I'm not sure. You should probably kiss me just to check. Just to make sure."

You exhaled and leaned forward, the multiple shots of whisky guiding your every move. You felt as if you could start crying from sheer happiness over this moment! This was beyond anything you ever believed could happen. Your lips sheepishly brushed against his; your heart leaping into you throat. Your claws slowly crept around and gripped at Aether's neck as you finally pressed your lips fully onto his. No brushing. No teasing. Right to the point.

Your kisses were certainly a lot more passionate than Aether was used to. It was almost as if you had lost yourself in some kind of trance. Your hands were holding him very tightly, your lips pressed firmly against his. Your lips were very soft and your breath was sweet; a hint of whisky combining with the scent of toothpaste.

The ghoul was surprised at the way that you took the initiative, but you could almost see a glint in his eyes as he kissed you back.

While moaning, you nibbled hungrily on his lips as your kisses quickly morphed into something more hungry… more passionate. Tongues dancing together, you slowly began to climb into Aether's lap, pushing him deeper into the couch. Your breath was coming out in ragged, lustful gasps as you would occasionally abandon the Ghoul's lips for a breath of air. That was rare though. Aether's lips were like the fountain of youth that you had been searching for your entire life. You didn't want to leave it ever again.

"You taste so good," you groaned while sucking on his bottom lip; a mischievous look in your eyes.

Your kisses were certainly making Aether feel things that he had never felt before in his entire life. Never mind the fact that all of this was coming from you—little, shy (Y/N). To see you taking such a brazen initiative was exciting.

As you abandoned his lips again for a breath of air, he chuckled softly, "I love how hungry you are for me right now."

Before you could speak again, Aether grabbed a fistful of your hair.

Before you could speak again, Aether grabbed a fistful of your hair.

Your eyes snapped shut as a small moan left your lips. A chuckle left his lips as Aether pulled roughly on my hair, eating up your reaction. You could see that the beer was making the usually docile and harmless Ghoul turn into something more. The lust in his eyes was unreal, and it excited you more than you ever knew you were capable of.

"A-Aeth!" you groaned, using the nickname you had given him when the two of us originally met all that time ago.

The Ghoul pulled your hair slightly, angling it to the side so your neck would cock with it. His swollen lips (swollen, from how aggressively you were making out with him only moments ago) immediately began to attack your sensitive flesh, leaving little purple and blue bruises on your pale skin.

Aether's eyes were now completely closed as his mouth worked its way up your neck, forcing the sweetest noises to leave your lips. He wanted to mark you. He wanted you to be his and only his. No one should be allowed the joy of having access to your soft, delicate skin.

"That's a good girl," Aether breathed out softly, moving one of his hands to massage your chest. He squeezed softly at your breasts, causing a breath to hitch in your throat. "You love when I mark your flesh, am I right?"

You leaned back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head while adjusting the weight on the rhythm guitarist's lap.

"Y-Yes. I want all the others to know I belong to you," you whispered, your words slightly slurring together thanks to your drunken state, as well as the lust that was pooling in your abdomen, "I l-love when you mark me!"

As he slowly continued caressing your chest, he leaned forward and moved his mouth back to your neck.

"I'm glad you want to belong to me," he murmured, "Now… show me how much you love me."

Your stomach clenched in excitement.

You knew exactly what Aether wanted.

He wanted your mouth.

You slowly kissed his lips one more time; savouring his taste. Then, you slipped off of his lap and got onto your knees on the floor; staring up at the Ghoul in desire. You rested your face on his thigh while squeezing it softly with your hand, "Tell me what you want, then."

Aether had a smug look on his face now. He sat there comfortably, leaning back on the couch, not expecting you to fall to your knees and do as he asked. It was such a sharp contrast from the timid, shy girl you were at first. Now, he could really tell that his words had had an effect on your behaviour. You were certainly behaving as someone completely different right now.

He smirked down at you, his voice laced with excitement, as he responded, "I want to be worshipped."

You purred and allowed your hands to drift upwards towards his belt, "Oh, I can worship you, that's for sure."

You quickly unclasped his belt and unzipped his pants. You could immediately see his white boxers which were holding your prize. You carefully pawed at them to lightly tease the Ghoul, earning a few grunts from his lips. You could already see the blood beginning to pool in his cock, which was only separated from you by that thin fabric.

Aether let out a sharp gasp suddenly as your cold hand dove into his boxers; grasping his cock lightly. As soon as you did, he could feel a rush of heat pool through his body. Your touch was making him feel very hot and tingly. Every inch of his body was pulsing with excitement from your touch.

He let out another soft moan as he watched you completely pull his boxers away, forcing them down to his knees. “You're definitely making me feel like a God right now…"

You giggled innocently while batting your eyelashes up at him as you got a good look at what he was concealing. Your mouth watered slightly; your eyes never leaving his dick.

"I'll worship you more than I worship Lucifer himself, my sweet Aether," you whispered while placing your hands delicately upon his thighs, "I don't care what punishments await me for saying that. You are all I live for, and all I die for."

Aether felt his breath grow hot and heavy.

You leaned on him while carefully grasping his dick in your palm; teasingly stroking it. Your vision was hazy and dark, yet even though you were as drunk as physically possible right now, you knew you wanted this. Aether wanted it too. This was written in the stars. The two of you were handpicked by Lucifer to be a part of the Emeritus ministry, and you were handpicked to be life partners. This was all beyond your understanding, and neither of you were against this.

Aether's eyes were clouded with unbridled lust as he watched you begin to pleasure him,

"Open up, sweetheart," he purred while stroking the side of your face with gentle fingers, "I want to see what else your mouth can do besides sing pretty notes."

Like the obedient Ghoul you were, you complied without hesitation. You firmly grasped Aether's shaft, and slowly licked up the length; from his balls to his tip.

Aether closed his eyes at the sensation, his entire being humming with arousal. He let out a soft moan, his fingers twitching slightly.

Your tongue then began to swirl around Aether’s sensitive flesh, “Mmm,” you mumbled while puckering your lips and lightly peppering kisses across the head of his dick; sucking lightly, “You look like you’re enjoying this.”

Aether shivered at the light suction combined with your tongue swirling around his cock; the shaft beginning to twitch impatiently. He gasped, unable to speak, his hips beginning to move involuntarily.

“Yeah... I am."

As his hips began to move, you knew that you had Aether wrapped around your finger. The Ghoul was so sensative to touch right now, thanks to the alcohol that the two of you had drank, and your lips felt like the most enticing experience in the world. So, you kept going.

You giggled lightly, finally taking Aether completely into your mouth; the tip grazing across your uvula. You gagged slightly, but didn’t let up.

You secretly hoped that Aether wouldn’t face fuck you right now with all the whiskey slushing around in your stomach… it would be a huge turn off to puke all over his dick.

Aether's eyes rolled back in his head as he moaned loudly. He couldn't believe how good this felt. His hands tangled into your hair, holding you close while his hips bucked against the other Ghoul's face.

You sputtered and placed your hands on Aether’s thighs, coming up for a breath. As you gasped for air, a stream of drool trickled down your lips, causing his dick to twitch at the mere sight of you.

“Fuckkkk, you’re so hot,” Aether groaned, his eyes lighting up as he watched you drool, “The way you take my dick is divine.”

A blush flushed over your cheeks at Aether’s words. Some pre-cum was beginning to bead at the tip of the quintessential Ghoul’s tip, and without hesitation, you lightly licked the surface; collecting the salty liquid on your tongue.

A groan left Aether’s mouth at the sight.

“I love making you feel good,” you whispered while taking him back in your mouth again; sloppily bobbing your head up and down on his length.

Aether cried out in pleasure, his back arching as you fully took him into your mouth. His fingers intertwined with your hair, tugging lightly to assist in deepening his thrusts.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he growled while letting out a low groan, "You feel so good wrapped around my cock... oh, fuck!"

It pleased you greatly... those little noises leaving your lover's mouth due to how good you were making him feel. This is all you've wanted for the past year of knowing the rhythm guitarist. You'd wanted to make him feel good, and hear these little words of encouragement flow from his lips. You were in heaven right now.

"Good boy," you whispered while gasping for air; saliva and pre-cum mix beginning to dribble down your swollen lips, "I love when you moan for me. Do I make you feel good?"

Another groan left Aether's lips at your dirty words; his cock twitching irritably, "You do… You make me feel so good, sweetheart. No mouth can compare to yours."

That was true. You were good with your mouth, sure, but there were also other factors that made this feel good for the Ghoul. The bond you two shared.

This wasn't just some drunken one-night stand. This was the combination of two twin flames… two soul mates. This was fate being decided, and that made everything you did feel so much better than even Aether was anticipating.

You lightly kissed the tip of Aether's cock before dipping your head back onto it.

You moaned reflexively on his length, the vibrations causing immense pleasure to assault the older Ghoul's cock. Aether cried out once more, his hips jerking forward as he felt your throat tighten around him.

You could tell the quintessential Ghoul was beginning to get close. The way Aether was beginning to thrust his dick into your throat, as if he was getting ready to hit his peak was a telltale sign.

You continued to sloppily pleasure your friend's cock, certain to help Aether reach his orgasm. Your mouth watered in anticipation as you felt Aether's fingers tangle through your hair.

"F-Fuck, (Y/N)!" the Ghoul wheezed, his whole body growing stiff and rigid as he came. You reflexively gagged around the length getting shoved down your throat, as well as the steaming-hot liquid rushing towards your gut.

Aether slumped backwards on the couch, his chest aggressively rising and falling as your mouth slowly slipped from his dick.

You coughed lightly, some of Aether's cum streaming from your lips and onto the carpet below.

You fell from your knees and onto your ass, wiping the cum from your face with the back of your wrist; the cloudy liquid sticking to your flesh.

"You're not tired yet, right?" you asked, your voice hoarse from the intense blowjob that you had just given Aether.

Aether chuckled, his eyes soft as he stared down at you. He ran a hand through your hair and stroked your cheek with his thumb, "If you're still okay with continuing, then I am, sweetheart."

A groan left your throat, which sounded slightly like a purr, "Yeah, I want to keep going."

That was all Aether needed to hear. He shakily got to his feet and picked you up carefully from underneath your arms, hoisting you onto the couch.

Aether softly cupped your cheek with his hand, slowly capturing your lips in his. He could taste himself on your lips which had his dick springing back to life once again. He pushed you lightly against the back of the couch and began to feverishly remove your shirt. His arousal was peaking again, which made you grow increasingly excited.

You allowed the Ghoul to remove your shirt, exposing your cute, black bra. Aether was practically drooling at the sight of your supple, pale flesh.

Aether effortlessly unclasped your bra; his lips never leaving yours. You shivered slightly, your top half now fully exposed to the Ghoul, as well as to the chilling temperature of the room. Goosebumps appeared on your flesh, causing a low chuckle to leave Aether's throat.

"Goddamn, you're absolutely gorgeous," he whispered while carefully squeezing your breast into the palm of his hand, "I... am obsessed with you."

A blush ferociously flooded your cheeks, a moan threatening to leave your lips as Aether kneaded into your breasts lovingly, "You're just drunk. That's the alcohol talking," you murmured, grabbing the shaft of his cock with your hand, pumping it slowly.

A small groan left Aether's lips as you began to pump him, his left hand trailing down to begin unzipping your pants, "Trust me, this isn't the alcohol talking, honey. I have been obsessed with you, your personality... everything, ever since I met you. If this is the alcohol, then I'm chronically drunk."

You couldn't stop the small smirk from taking over your lips. You pushed your lips to his one more time, inhaling his scent as he pushed your pants and underwear off your legs, "You should go to alcohol's anonymous."

Aether rolled his eyes in amusement, twisting your nipple roughly in between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting a little gasp of pleasure from your lips, "Shush. Not funny."

"It's a little funny," you argued while leaning back on the couch, your legs opening for the Ghoul.

Your mind was still foggy from pleasure as the Ghoul positioned himself in between your legs. You gasped, Aether's middle finger slowly stroking up your wet folds; your body shuddering from the sudden pleasure.

"You like that?" he murmured lowly while slowly stretching your leaking hole with two of his digits, moans spilling from your lips, "Does that feel good?"

"Y-Yes," you moaned slightly as Aether began to stroke your clit with his thumb. Slow and antagonizing movements... waves of pleasure.

Aether continued this teasing for a little bit longer, absolutely eating up the little noises coming from your lips. His fingers were almost pruned by the time he was rubbing his tip against your clenching hole.

"Tell me what you want me to do," he whispered while teasingly pushing the tip of his dick into your cunt, "What do you want me to do to you?"

You were suddenly bashful; your cheeks flushed with emotions. Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, you nodded up at him; locking eyes with him, "I... want you to fuck me, Aeth."

There was a hint of an impatient tone in your voice. It made sense though with all of Aether's teasing, and for how long the two of you have had all this built-up tension. The two of you have wanted this for a very long time.

Without hesitation, Aether leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. You shook with anticipation as he lined his cock up with your hole before slowly pushing inside.

You hissed in mild discomfort from the stretch. Although you were plenty aroused and stretched due to Aether's fingering, it still wasn't painless.

Aether hesitated after sensing discomfort from you, "You okay?" he whispered, holding back the urge to buck his hips forward.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," you whispered while carefully grappling at the couch below, trying to hold on and ground yourself, "You can move. I'm fine."

Aether hesitated a moment more, but then slowly began to thrust in and out. Very slowly.

It was probably a good thing that the Ghoul had waited and moved like he did. Although you were confident you were okay, he made 100% sure that was true, and it was worth it.

Little moans began to escape your lips as the quintessential Ghoul began to pick up speed. He moaned, leaning into your chest as he moved in and out of your tight heat, his eyes slammed shut in pleasure.

"(Y/N)! F-Fuck! You feel so good!" Aether growled animalistically while abruptly pulling out and slamming back in, groaning into your ear.

You screamed in pleasure as Aether began to slam into your pussy; the pleasure was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. Your sharp claws scratched and tore at Aether's back as he had his way with your cunt.

"A-Aeth! Faster! Harder!" you begged, drool dribbling down your lips from the sheer pleasure that your precious friend was giving to you, "I need you, n-now! Oh, fuck!"

As you begged Aether to ravage you, his movements began to speed up. Hips slapping against hips, he positioned his arm underneath your leg and propped it up on his shoulder, giving him more range to fuck you senseless.

"You like that, huh?" Aether asked breathlessly as he watched himself disappear in your heat, his heart hammering in his chest, "You like how I feel inside of you?"

Your fangs dug into his shoulder; his flesh absorbing the lewd sounds reverberating from your throat as he cut through me like a hot butter to a knife.

It sounded like you screamed 'yes' to the quintessential Ghoul's question, but he wasn't for sure.

A sudden scream erupted from your throat as Aether's dick slammed into your G-spot; the friction causing him to shudder from pleasure, "Oh, Lucifer!" he wheezed, digging his own fangs into your shoulder as he continued to pile drive your cunt.

"Fuck! Holy shit!" you howled into Aether's ear; your knees growing weak from the pleasure. It was a good thing you were lying on the couch, otherwise, you may have fallen from how weak your knees were at this point.

If it was even possible, Aether's thrusts began to grow wilder and wilder as more screams and moans left your mouth. Your pussy was making a wet, squelching sound, which proved to Aether that you weren't faking it.

Your moans were sharp and high-pitched; your toes curled as wave after wave of pleasure began to cause your abdomen to heat up. The sensation was almost too much for you to bear.

"A-Aeth, I think... I'm gonna cum!" you wheezed breathlessly, tears streaming from your eyes from the pleasure.

Aether shuddered as your walls began to clench around his cock, threatening to milk him dry. He was determined to take you over the edge, "T-Take my cum! Take it all!"

Without hesitation, he pushed all the way to the hilt. Your head rolled backwards, a string of incoherent words streaming from your lips as you felt Aether's cum coat your pussy. You came at the same time, a fiery pleasure coating your abdomen as you squeezed the cum from Aether's length.

"Fuck! FUCK!" you howled, latching onto Aether's shoulder with your fangs once more.

The two of you laid like that for a little while, just trying to catch your breath as you both came down from the pleasure high. You could taste blood. Looking down, you realized you had penetrated Aether's skin with your fangs drawing blood.

"Oh, shit. Are you okay?" you whispered while grabbing your discarded shirt; dabbing the blood away with the material, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

His lips met yours, a small chuckle leaving his lips, "Honey, I don't care. I don't even feel it. You made me feel the best that I ever have before. You could hit me with a car and I wouldn't bat an eye."

You giggled at how silly Aether was; savouring your kiss for as long as you could before slowly pushing the rhythm guitarist's cock from your gaping hole, "You're so dramatic."

"Maybe it's the alcohol?" Aether joked while covering yours and his naked bodies with a large blanket.

"Shut up," you mumbled while snuggling into his side; embracing your sweet companion like your life depended on it, "It's definitely the alcohol..."

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[klarex]

It's been a lot since I have written any fanfic, so I'm sorry for all the mistakes or if something is off. Just let me know😊

I love writing fics that fit gifs, okay? Get used to it!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swearing, kneeling, kind of annoying reader, sleeping in a bus, ghouls bullying you and Sodo, angry and annoyed ghouls

Summary: Smoching Sodo can be really fun.

Paring: Sodo/Dewdrop Ghoul x guitar player! Ghoulette! reader

The stage is ours

Being a ghoul was amazing. You get your own place to stay in a church, and you play in an awesome band!

Now let's go back to reality...

I stole Swiss tambourine and shook it around everywhere. Everyone was getting annoyed with the sound that it made and told me to stop it, but I didn't. After a while, Swiss had enough and started chasing me.

- (Y/N)! GIVE. IT. THE FUCK. BACK!

He shouted after me and we ran around the kitchen island. I was laughing hard while Swiss's expression was getting more and more frustrated. I decided that I would turn around the corner to go to the other room and hide there, so I tried to do it.

I looked behind me to see if Swiss was still chasing me. When I turned around the corner, I bumped into someone. I pressed my chest against theirs. They pulled the tambourine away from my hands harshly.

- OW!

I looked up, frowning. I saw Sodo looking madly at me. I was still leaning on his chest. I quickly pulled away from him.

Sodo threw the tambourine to Swiss. He caught it and nodded his head, walking away. Sodo ignored me and started to walk away. I groaned and I followed him.

- Sodo! Sodo!

I nearly like jumped around him and he stopped, and looked at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

- What?

He asked, I stood on my tiptoes and pecked his lips. He covers his mouth with his hand like he was suprised and flustred at the same time (of course, it was an irony). He rolled his eyes and we laughed together as we went back to other ghouls.

••

I was a bit more time after that and it was now evening of the Ritual.

I took my guitar and quickly hopped on the stage. I walked near Aurora's stage. I leaned against it, and we waited for our time to blast. Papa looked at us and crossed his fingers, smiling. I took a deep breath before we started playing Kaiserion.

••

I danced a lot with Aurora on her stage, and we sang into the mic together. After a few songs, I jumped off the small stage and slowly went to Sodo. I pocked his back with my finger a few times, and he turned around to face me. We were still playing our guitars, and I leaned my face closer to his. His covered forehead lay down on mine. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. Then we pulled away and continued playing.

The song finished and Sodo went to his stage to do his "epic" annoying solo. Everyone on stage was sooo done with him. I groaned and leaned my head backwards in an irritated behaviour. I walked up to him and threw my pick at him. I cupped Sodo's face (or even mask) and smoched his lips.

The crowd started screaming, but I didn't mind it, they always do it when we do something different or hot on stage.

Sodo stopped playing his guitar and put his hands into the air like he was surrendering. I giggled and pulled away from him.

In this time, Papa started talking about everything and how happy he is that we are here. I took a few steps to back away from Sodo, and he put hand over his mouth like he did earlier today. I giggled again and walked to the edge of the stage to say "hello" to our fans. I sent them kisses and made hearts with my hands.

When Copia's talk was over, we started playing another song "Respite on the Spitalfields". We all know it's Sodo's song. So when his part was on, I looked at him. The lights perfectly shined at him, making it impossible for me to look away.

- "Oh.. Satan, he looks soooo hot..."

I thought and I started fanning myself with my hands. Then I fell on my knees for him. He looked at me and walked up in front of me, smirking. My head fell backwards, and we played for each other for a moment. His head tilted to get a better look at me. I smiled and he helped me get up. We played together, having a lot of fun.

••

When the ritual was over, we all took our things and packed them up on our bus and truck. We didn't have to ride for a long time, but we had to stay on our bus overnight. It was, of course Copia's idea, 'cause "someone" didn't want to stay in a hotel and pay for it. 🙄

The ride was quiet. Everyone was tired and most of us fell asleep, but not me. Soft music was playing from the bus speakers and I watched the views from outside my window. The seat next to me was empty, only my backpack was laying on it. My body was covered by a blanket with a pretty design. It was a gift from Cumulus. There was also a pillow under my head.

My eyelids were getting heavy and I closed my eyes. I opened them rapidly when I felt someone poking my shoulder. I looked around and saw Sodo nearly standing on the floor. He was really sleepy, and I could see that.

- C- Can I? Phantom spread out on my chair, and I don't have a place to sit...

He mumbled, pointing at a seat next to me and later at his earlier chair, with puppy and sleepy eyes. I quickly nodded and put my backpack on the floor between my feet. Sodo sat next to me. I lay my back against the bus window and took my blanket of off me.

- Sodo.. Lay down on my chest, okay?

I said softly and he nodded. He slowly put his back on my chest so he was laying in between my legs. I put my blanket over us both.

Sodo sighed when I gently put my hand in his hair and started playing with it. He closed his eyes, melting at my touch. I kissed his forehead when I saw him slowly falling asleep. After a while, I fell asleep too...

••

I woke up to Sodo's wriggles. I opened my eyes and saw that it started to get light outside. I saw a pretty sunrise.

I groaned, feeling the pain from sleeping wrong hitting me. Sodo quickly looked at me with worry and shame.

- Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up..

He said and smiled weakly. I smiled and I saw a slight blush on his cheeks.

- No, it's okey..

I said and slowly lifted myself up to a sitting position. I saw Sodo going to his seat next to Phantom.

- (Y/n)!!! How's your sleep been?!

Cirrus shouted and I jumped, surprised. She was looking at me with really happy Aurora next to her.

- My whole body hurts, but why are you asking..?

I asked suspiciously. Cirrus opened something on her phone and handed it to me. It had a photo of me and Sodo cuddling and sleeping together. I blushed deeply and handed the phone back to her. They laughed and pulled away from me.

I saw Phantom, Swiss, Rain, and Sodo talking. Rain and Swiss from above the chairs. Phantom nudged Sodo with his elbow and nodded his head in my direction, laughing. Sodo looked down, blushing, and I looked away, blushing.

- "They are not gonna let this go, are they?"

I thought and looked at the views outside a window...

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#x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #oneshot #the ghoul boys #ghost the band #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost #sodo ghoul x reader #sodo x reader #sodo ghoul #sodo ghost #sodomizer #dewdrop x reader #dewdrop ghoul x reader #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop ghost #dew ghoul #x you #x yn #x you fluff #the band ghost fanfic #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls x reader #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader

[redskull199987]

New Experiences

Sodo x female!reader(new Ghoul/replacement for Aether) 

Word count:1.8k

Warnings:Brief mentions of smoking/vaping(be smart kids, don't smoke), kissing, flirting, teasing, in general very fluffy actually 

Summary:The Reader takes the place of Phantom in this, replacing Aether and playing the Rhythm Guitar. She was a working at the ministry before and was always close to the Ghouls, especially Sodo. Now Papa decided, that it was finally her time to shine…

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PartI(you are here),Part II, Part III

Masterlist

To say that you were nervous, was definitely an understatement. Even though, you were supposed to be exited or cheerful, all you could feel was Nervousness. 

Eyeing yourself in the mirror of your dressing room definitely didn't make it any better. When you first went to the fitting for your stage outfit, you were almost going feral, excitement barely containable. 

But now? 

You felt like an imposter. After all, you were just a replacement. At least, that's what you told yourself, being sure that the fans wouldn't like you or boo at you. 

With a sigh, you sat back down and looked at the clock on the wall. It wasn't much time until the concert was about to start. You desperately tried to calm yourself, but it was useless. Being at the verge of tears, your head shot up, when you heard a knock on the door. 

"My love, are you alright?" 

You immediately recognized the voice as Sodo. He sounded softer than usual. And…worried? 

"Come in", you quietly said, taking one last look in the mirror, making sure that you didn't look too much out of place. 

You watched as the door opened and the, still unmasked, Ghoul carefully stepped inside. Only after a few seconds of staring you up and down, he finally spoke again. 

"You look gorgeous!", he breathed out, seemingly in awe of your outfit. 

"Really?", you asked, trying to hide the panic in your voice, "I'm not sure, if the fans will like me." 

"Oh, I'm sure they will", Sodo smiled and stepped towards you. 

He casually pulled you closer by your hips, your hands hitting his chest. As you looked up at him, he gifted you a heartwarming grin. You took the moment to fully gaze at his Ghoul form. His pupils a little blown and the small horns on his forehead, right below his hairline. The tail that you felt wrapping around your leg, while yours did the same. You had always loved his true form more than his human form, that he took in for his stage appearance. Something that you didn't do as often, considering that you didn't have to leave the ministry as often as him. But you had to get used to it. After all, you would be joining them for the entire tour. 

Sodo seemed to notice, that you were beyond nervous, so he softly placed his lips on your forehead, giving you a gentle kiss. Something you weren't used from him. 

"Everything will be okay, my love. The fans will love you", he mumbled and looked you in the eyes, "And if you feel uncomfortable, just come over to me and we'll play together, alright?" 

"Thank you, Sodo", you smiled, his kind words actually helped you to calm down at least a little bit, "I'll hold you up to that!" 

Sodo chuckled softly, before he pulled you in for a passionate kiss. Your heart skipped a beat and within seconds, all your negative thoughts were washed away. All you could think about was Sodo and how close his body was, how his lips were working against yours, slowly pushing you back against your desk… 

A knock on the door startled the both of you. You quickly broke apart and looked over to the door. 

"Yes?!", you asked loudly. 

"Y/N!? Is Sodo with you? We've been looking for you two! Come on it's time to shine!", you heard the voice of Swiss, the multi-Ghoul was exited to finally be on tour again. You barely had time to answer, as you already heard him stomp away again. 

" Here goes nothing ", you breathed, a little bit of the panic coming back to you. 

"You will rock this, I know it", Sodo smiled, kissing you one last time, before grabbing your helmet and giving it to you. 

"Are you ready?!", he smiled. 

You gingerly grabbed the helmet and put it on after changing to your human form:"Ready as I'll ever be!" 

You had to admit, Sodo was totally right about this. Even though, the fans were a little bit sad after hearing that Aether and Sunshine wouldn't be joining the Band on tour, they still cheered loudly as you and Aurora were introduced. The two of you smiled at each other and thanked the fans, before walking to your places. And the concert began. 

To say, that it was the best thing you had ever done in your life, didn't even come close to describing what you felt. There was a lot of bickering with Rain and Sodo, of course. The two Ghouls teasing you all the time and you couldn't, but tease them back just as merciless. 

Right now, you were just feeling the music and showing off your skills on the Rhythm Guitar. You were nervous about what you wanted to do next, but the adrenaline in your body finally allowed you to do it. 

As Papa was singing his lyrics, while standing at the front of the stage, you quickly jumped in front of him, strumming your guitar with all you had, leaning your body back and completely blocking Papa from the crowd.

And you heard them cheer and laugh for you, as Papa finally realized, that you were standing in front of him. He only shook his head, a small smile on his face and walked towards the other side of the stage. You chuckled quietly and continued playing, making your way over to Rain and Sodo. 

You gifted the two Ghouls a smile, as they finally noticed you. Sodo immediately walked over to you, while Rain just giggled at how Sodo acted like a lost puppy around you. 

You blew Sodo a quick kiss, earning cheers and screams from the crowd. You placed your foot on one of the small podest's, continuing to play your guitar. Sodo quietly sneaked closer and as he finally reached you, he carefully laid his head on your shoulder, since your were taller than him withy your leg propped up. 

The crowd practically erupted and it only got worst, as you leaned your head on top of Sodo's, inching closer to his body. 

From the corner of your eye, you watched as Rain stepped closer now too. The song just ended and he handed you something. You were surprised at first, but then noticed, that it was vape. You grinned at Rain, as he walked away. 

You nudged Sodo's shoulder, so that he looked up at you. You showed him the vape and he nodded. You carefully brought it to his lips and he took a deep breath in. He held it for a few seconds, only staring you down, before blowing the entire smoke into your face. You tried not to react and stay still, but you struggled a bit not to cough. 

Meanwhile the fans seemed to go feral about your little interaction with the fire Ghoul. But at this moment, you didn't really care, you only had eyes for Sodo. 

As the smoke had vanished, you handed Sodo the vape and he grinned, knowing what you wanted. And just as you did it before, he lifted the vape to your lips and you took a deep breath in, also trying to hold it for a few seconds. But as you were about to blow it out, Sodo moved his face closer to yours, lips almost touching. 

At this point, you couldn't hold it in any longer, you breathed out and while some smoke just dissolved into the air, a part of it was taken up by Sodo, who only breathed it out towards you again. You chuckled at this, knowing that he used to do this with Aether before. 

As all the smoke had vanished again and you where about to play the next song, Sodo pulled you closer one more time, giving you a strong hug, both his arms engulfing you entirely. You couldn't contain your laughter and hugged him back just as tight, before you had to part again in order to play the next song. 

After many more songs and many more interactions, not only with the Ghouls but also with your fellow Ghoulettes, it was time to say goodbye to the crowd. 

You and the other's were walking around, throwing your picks into the crowd. You were currently at the front of the stage, also cheering and thanking all the people that had come today. You even kneeled down and shook some hands, as one of the fans in the front rows handed you a black rose. You looked at It perplexed and pointed a finger at yourself, as if to ask if it was really for you. The person nodded strongly and showed a heart with their fingers. You were close to tears at this point, feeling so much appreciation for the people that had come today. You wanted to show a heart sign too, but had the rose still in hand, so without thinking, you slipped it into you mouth to repeat the fan's action.

 Loud cheers erupted and at first you were confused and then you noticed that it was because of the rose between your lips. You laughed and quickly took it out again, mimicking being pierced by armors arrow in the heart because of how sweet the fans were. 

After your little interaction with the crowd, you walked back to the others and you all said your goodbyes, bowing together, before finally getting off stage. 

Being finally able to take the helmet off, was definitely a relief. What you didn't expect, was Sodo running towards you and engulfing you in his arms, lifting you into the air and spinning you around. 

"You were awesome, my love!!", he smiled, before letting you back down. 

You only giggled and softly kissed his cheek:"So were you, dear." 

"I told you, it would be alright", he smiled proudly, while his Ghoul form slowly returned. You could already see the horns on his forehead, starting to grow again. 

"Thank you for everything", you mumbled, leaning into his side, as you made your way to the dressing rooms, ready to shower and change into something comfortable for the night. 

"Of course", Sodo uttered, "And by the way, I think the Fans absolutely loved you!" 

You could only smile, looking at the rose still resting in your hand:"I loved them too, to be honest. They were very supportive." 

"I think this tour will be the best one yet", Sodo stated, opening the door of your dressing room for you, as you finally reached it. 

"Why? Because you can even tease me on stage now?", you asked jokingly. 

"That, and because I get to play with my favorite person in the world now!",he grinned. You blushed a bit, but nodded and before he could say something more, you grabbed the black tie, that was loosely hanging around his neck and pulled him into the dressing room, the door slamming shut behind you. 

You hoped, that no one would be interrupting you this time. 

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[milkywaybottles]

Flowers - Rain (The Band Ghost) x Reader Fluff Imagine

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Hiya! If you like this and want to see more Ghost content, please give it a heart so I can take on feedback. This oneshot is written from the canon lore perspective, not that of our universe with the band and the (technically unmasked) members <3

Reader's Pronouns: Unspecified but typically more feminine descriptions.

Prompt: 'You got me flowers?'

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You and Rain were always very close, following each other around on tour like lost puppy dogs. All the ghouls, and even Papa, knew that you two were practically inseparable. There was just something in the way he acted around you, so gentle and caring and yet not afraid to mess around either. All of the Ghouls called you ‘Sister’ except for the shy Rain, who opted for your real name, ‘(Y/N)’, instead. Papa was always an adamant creature of habit and in the beginning, would scold Rain for doing so, but as time passed, he realised it was simply not worth the fight. Rain was more apprehensive than his ghoul brethren, most attributing it to his element of water. For this reason, Papa decided against enforcing the rule as Rain’s outward happiness was a less than common occurrence.

You loved that ghoul so much, hence why you found yourself standing a few metres from stage, a bouquet of off-white roses and a bottle of water at your side. Knowing that he would be tired, thirsty and a bit doubtful of himself after the performance, you had purchased a few items to hopefully cheer him up. Performing so brilliantly was a tiring act after all.

The familiar tune of Square Hammer was one you knew all too well. One of your favourites, right after Cirice. The crowd had erupted into wild and feverish cheers, seemingly just as excited and bliss-filled as you. Square Hammer was always their ending song, perfect for sending off the night’s ritual, or ‘concert’ as the outsiders knew it. Your heart swelled with pride at the sight of Rain, bouncing on stage with his bass secured in his hands. He was in the same position as always, directly in front of Mountain on the stairs. Most of the Ghouls were known for being extremely active on stage, especially Dew, who loved interacting with people. But not Rain. He kept, instead, to his comforting little spot, knowing Mountain was watching over him.

Though, you couldn’t deny that the new masks that Papa and the rest of the Clergy had implemented were giving him the needed boost of confidence to rock out on stage.

‘Thank you everybody’ Papa called out, addressing the audience of the ritual. Another successful ritual, done and dusted. Sister Imperator would be happy to hear about the following we amassed recently. As the group took their bows, you felt a smile creep up your face. Guitar picks were being tossed out, the fans always loved that. Your following had to be one of the kindest and you all were so lucky to have them.

A few moments had passed before the crew began to wrap up, one by one, each Ghoul and Ghoulette coming off into the side pits of the stage to meet you. It was always in the same order, Papa, Aether, Dewdrop, Sunshine, Cirrus, Mountain, Cumulus, Swiss and finally, Rain.

‘Great job out there guys. Killed it, like always’ You cheered, giving Aether a fist bump as he passed by. The freezing metal rings on his hand caused your skin to jump at the touch.

‘Thank you, Sister’ Papa acknowledged before disappearing behind a set of black, crushed velvet curtains. As soon as Rain caught sight of you, he rushed over, setting aside his bass in the instrument rack.

‘(Y/N)’ he chirped, correcting himself with a cough, ‘Sister…’ His gaze drifted from your stunning face to the bouquet held limply in your arms. ‘Why do you have a bouquet?’

You extended your offerings of water and roses, praying to Lucifer that he would like it. You knew exactly what type of roses were his favourite, that being white English roses. He claimed they smelt the best. ‘I knew you’d be tired and thirsty, as for the roses… it’s just because you did an amazing job’

Even under his mask, you could watch his face melt as he took the flowers ever so gently from your hands. ‘You got me flowers?’ He cooed. ‘Mhmm’ you gave a cheerful nod. Without another word, he embraced your soft, small body in an iron hug, your body overwhelmed with warmth. Rain tilted his head down to place the softest kiss upon the crown of your head. When he broke away, he tucked the flowers behind his arm and consumed the whole bottle of water on the spot. ‘Thank you, Darling’

It must have been the sheer excitement that had prompted it because Rain almost instantly transformed back to his regular state, his leathery tail spade sticking out and all. You couldn’t help but give him a coy giggle.

‘Rainy~’ Dewdrop teased, ‘You got a problem there. Try to keep it in your pants'

Aether was less enthusiastic about his transformation. Rain was the youngest by a few years and, at times, often took a lot from the older Ghouls. ‘Rain, come on. Hold off until we’re off venue’. You knew Rain was loved by all of his ghoulish brothers and sisters, and that Aether was just trying to protect him from getting spotted by a fan. He bashfully nodded and in a flash, reverted back to his performing state, mimicking that of a human, like you.

'Sorry' He mumbled shyly. You wished he never had to apologise for being himself.

'It's alright Rain. I'm really happy you like them' You bubbled, blush rising to your cheeks.

There would be lots of cuddles in store for you later.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

#rain ghoul #nameless ghouls #rain x reader #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #ghost #cardinal copia #papa iv #fluff #x reader #oneshot

[negativeyield]

if i die before I bake

Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Swiss (Ghost Sweden Band), Phantom (Ghost Sweden Band), Dewdrop | Sodo, Rain (Ghost Sweden Band), Mountain (Ghost Sweden Band), Cumulus (Ghost Sweden Band), Cirrus (Ghost Sweden Band) Additional Tags: Recreational Drug Use, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, green out, Pack Cuddles, Crack Treated Seriously, well this was meant to be crack but it kind of veered away from that, Guilt, Marijuana, Panic Attacks, Vomiting, Swiss is fucking zooted Summary: Phantom bakes some homemade edibles for Swiss, but messes up a vital measurement.

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“Hey Mountain,” Phantom said, appearing at his bedroom door. “You went on that weed run yesterday, right?”

The drummer was lying on his bed, idly scrolling through his phone. He rolled to his side to look at Phantom, nodding his head toward the dresser. “Top drawer. You having a smoke?”

“No, I’m gonna make some brownies,” Phantom grabbed the bag. “I accidentally took the last of Swiss’s edible he got in Amsterdam. Told ‘em I’d go to the dispensary with you... and then forgot... so I'm just gonna make some.”

Mountain chuckled, “Have you ever baked anything in your life?”

“Of course I have.”

Phantom had not. But how hard could it be?

“Okay, well if you want some help, let me know. I'll send you the link to the recipe we usually use.”

“’kay. Thanks Mount,” he said and made his way back to the kitchen.

Phantom had watched Swiss or Mountain make edibles on a few occasions, but he pulled up Mountain's recipe. He quickly realized it was a little more complicated than he thought. There was pre-baking, and making a butter, and making the brownies from scratch? Phantom looked at the box mix he found at the back of the pantry. It would have to do.

Soon, the kitchen was a wreck. Measuring cups and bowls were everywhere as Phantom filled their shared space with aroma of baked cannabis. It brought some of the other ghouls out of their room to investigate his baking endeavor.

“Fucking hell, Phantom, what are you doing in here?” Dew was the first to appear as Phantom took the roasted leaves out of the oven.

“My best,” Phantom wiped away some sweat from his brow, glancing at Dew. “This looks much easier when Swiss does it.”

Dew chuckled, hopping up to sit on the counter and watch.

“That’s because Swiss has seen every episode of Great British Baking Show and thinks that makes him star baker.”

Phantom threw some butter in a saucepan and started to combine the components of the brownie mix.

“I believe it. This shit is harder than I thought.”

Dew chuckled, jumping down from the counter and ruffling Phantom’s hair on his way out the back door. “Just follow the instructions, you’ll be fine.”

Phantom sighed, returning to his project.

Cumulus and Cirrus also came by, taking a few finger fulls of leftover batter after Phantom had his bake in the oven. Mountain came by briefly while he sat in front of the oven watching them rise.

“Looks good, Iron Chef,” he smiled, patting him on the back. “Did you make them with or without walnuts?”

“With.”

“Oh fuck, yeah. Be sure to save me one.”

Phantom smiled, feeling a bit better about his baking skills. When the brownies finally came out, they looked just like the ones the others have made. He cleaned up while they cooled, and delivered a generous piece to Swiss’s room for when he returned. Phantom thought about also enjoying one, but a text from Rain about a quick rehearsal tabled that plan. He cut himself a small sliver just to test out the taste, satisfied with the fudgey texture and gooey taste.

“Something is still missing,” Dew tapped his chin. They had spent the last hour and a half rehearsing some new bits for the rituals and testing out a few riffs. One in particular was giving them some trouble. “Maybe we should get Swiss down here. See if he has an idea or if adding a fourth balances it better.”

Rain put down his bass. “Yeah, I’ll go find him.” He left the practice room and headed toward the living quarters. In the meantime, Dew and Phantom continued to run through the bridge of the song.

Suddenly, rapid, running footsteps echoed up the hall. Both of the ghouls turned to find Rain looking pale and panicked.

“Something's wrong with Swiss,” he said, motioning for them to follow. They put their instruments down and ran to Swiss’s room. Phantom could hear the sound of retching from the hallway, which eerily stopped the moment they got into his room.

They found Swiss slumped beside the toilet, eyes unfocused as he barely registered Rain and Dew dropping to his side.

“Swiss,” Dew cupped his cheeks, trying to get the dazed ghoul to focus on him. “Swiss!” The only sound the ghoul made was some weak whimpering. The most he seemed to move was when he’d start to gag and lurch toward the toilet. Rain sat beside him, rubbing his back and looking at the others with concern.

“What do we do?”

“What is even wrong with him? He's sweating like he's back in the pits, but he doesn't feel feverish,” Dew said, hugging his arms across his body. “Food poisoning?”

“I don’t know, Dew, he’s pretty out of it.”

“Is he on something?”

Rain shrugged, “we just got back right before we started rehearsal. He didn’t have anything when he was with me.”

Suddenly, it dawned on Phantom. He looked back at the place he left Swiss’s brownie.

The plate was empty.

“Shit,” Phantom turned back to the others, suddenly starting to panic. “Shit, I made brownies earlier. Swiss had one.”

Dew’s eyes widened “How big?”

Phantom estimated with his fingers. “Not bigger than what Swiss has given me before.”

“Did he eat more than what you brought him or something?”

Rain stayed with Swiss while Dew and Phantom rushed to the kitchen where Mountain was coincidentally opening the pan of brownies.

“Mountain, wait!” Phantom yelled, startling the drummer into dropping the plastic knife on the ground.

“What?”

“Swiss is sick. Maybe because of the brownies,” Dew explained. Phantom grabbed the pan, sighing in relief to find only the piece he cut for Swiss missing.

“He only had what I gave him.”

“Well what was the dosage?”

“Whatever the instructions said, Dew, I don’t know!”

The room started heating up with Dewdrop as the epicenter. “Phantom, you saw Swiss— this is not the fucking time for I don’t know, I need some fucking number—”

“Guys,” Mountain yelled over them, the bag of weed, that now had a sizable dent in it, in hand. His face was especially serious. “Phantom, where is the extra butter?”

He stared at Mountain blankly. “What do you mean?”

“You followed the recipe I told you? Pre-baked the amount you usually see Swiss and me make, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, then where’s the leftovers? The recipe is for triple the amount of butter you should have used.”

Phantom suddenly felt like he was going to throw up. “I-I didn’t know that.”

“Shit,” Mountain cursed as Rain called down the hall for more help. Mountain went running, leaving Phantom feeling numb and a majorly heated Dew.

“I thought you were following the instructions,” Dew said, his eyes starting to flicker red, like embers in a fire trying to kindle.

“I was, but I was looking at the butter recipe Mountain told me to use and also reading the back of the brownie box and— and, I guess… I guess I got confused,” Phantom ran his fingers through his hair, tugging on the roots. Dew huffed, turning to go back to Swiss’s room. When Phantom started to follow, the fire ghoul whirled around, eyes fully glowing now.

“You’ve done enough, Phantom. We’ll take care of him.”

He left Phantom standing awkwardly in the hallway, his guilt feeling like a tight wire wrapped around his neck. He stood there until his anger kicked in. Phantom marched into the kitchen, grabbing the pan of brownies and slamming them into the trash can with such force the metal pan bent at a ninety degree angle.

He was angry at Dew. At the fucking instructions for being confusing. At Mountain for not telling him when he was leaving for the dispensary. Really, he was just furious at himself. How did he possibly think that much weed was supposed to go into one batch of brownies? What kind of idiot didn’t double check the recipe when making an edible?

Phantom banished himself to his room, throwing around a few things before collapsing on his bed in a fit of guilt-soaked tears.

Rain think he preferred it when Swiss was vomiting.

After the last time he hugged the toilet, just as Phantom and Dew went to check the kitchen, Swiss had a moment of improved coherence.

“Rain,” he mustered, spitting into the toilet. It was a relief just to hear him have some sort of orientation to what was happening around him. That relief was quickly thwarted by what followed, “I don’t… feel… good,” he said, his voice slurring and slowing. Rain had to lunge to catch Swiss’s dead weight as he suddenly collapsed.

“Fuck!” he yelled, pressing two fingers to his neck. Ghoul vessels did have heartbeats— usually slower than humans— but present. Even for a ghoul, though, Swiss’s was faint. “Dew! Phantom! I need you!”

To his surprise, Mountain was the first to arrive at his aid, helping Rain pull Swiss out of the bathroom and into the more spacious bedroom.

“He just passed out,” Rain said, obsessively checking the pulse points in Swiss’s neck and wrist.

“He’s greening out bad,” Mountain sighed, looking up at Rain with dismay. “Phantom fucked up the edible ratio. It won’t kill him, but we need to watch him until he comes down.”

Swiss’s eyes finally fluttered open again. Still unfocused, and even more out of it than before. Dew appeared at the door, chest heaving with anger. Phantom was nowhere to be found. Mountain took one look at Dew and shook his head.

“Out.”

That didn’t help Dew’s fury. “Excuse me?”

“You’re hot right now. You know he gets sensitive to emotions when he’s high, and right now the last thing we need is him panicking when he can barely comprehend why he’s panicking. You can come back when you cool off.”

Dew looked like he wanted to bite off Mountain’s head, but he did back out of the room.

“Mounty,” Swiss muttered, briefly focusing on the earth ghoul’s face. His hand limply waved, and Mountain grabbed it from the air and squeezed.

“Hang in there, bud. You’re gonna be okay.”

Swiss felt like he was dying.

Or locked in some shadow dimension. Either was possible.

Maybe this was the purgatory thing he’s heard so much about. A land between heaven and hell. It would explain why he felt like the world was melting between his fingers while also feeling like he was floating. He was burning hot and doused in sweat, but also wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in blankets.

A lot of contradictions. The only thing Swiss was sure about was that his stomach fucking hurt.

His head was in the toilet again. Throat burning. A hand rubbed his back and he tried to focus on that instead of the sour taste in his mouth.

Then darkness.

Maybe he was dying.

Sometimes he’d hear some voices. Muted, warped voices he could hardly identify.

One came through clearly. Swiss couldn’t quite identify what was being said, but he knew it was Mountain.

Mountain sounded upset. Swiss frowned working hard at trying to focus on the slow moving blobs around him so he could find Mountain.

A warm hand took his.

Fingers tinkered with his hair.

Touched his blazing skin.

He hoped he wasn’t sick.

They would also get sick if that was the case.

“You can sleep, Swiss miss.”

“We’ll keep you safe.”

Swiss didn’t want to sleep. He was exhausted to the point he couldn’t move, but sleeping seemed like something he wasn’t supposed to do. Like he’s fully succumb to the darkness.

Like he’d wake up in the pit.

His throat suddenly felt tight. Fingers tingled. He tried to suck in more air, but his lungs were sluggish. Slow as the rest of him. Swiss fought, feeling his body being turned. Being lifted and then put down again—

“I don’t wanna go!” he tried to scream, but only parts of it made it to his mouth.

Pressure on his cheeks. A hand on his chest. Swiss’s vision dotted for a few moments before realizing Rain was nose-to-nose with him, his ocean blue eyes pleading for something Swiss couldn’t hear over the sound of ringing in his ears. He looked at Rain’s lips come together and split in the shape of the word breathe.

I’m trying, he wanted to say, but he had no breath to do it.

Rain pressed on his chest. Tapped a pattern that Swiss took to mean as cues to breathe in and out. He tried— and struggled— to follow them at first, but soon fell into rhythm. He felt his body start to relax. His fingers regained feeling. Swiss felt the air fully inflate his lungs, hold, and exit with a slow whoosh.

Slowly, he faded into sleep.

Swiss woke up feeling like he had been dropped in boiling water. He was drenched, the feeling of his clothes on his skin making him nauseated all over again. Feeling a little more mobile, Swiss grabbed at his shirt, trying to ease it over his head.

“Woah, woah, woah, what’s wrong?” a voice asked. Dew's voice. 

“’m fucking hot,” Swiss said, back, trying and failing to make it over his head. Frustration started making him upset, and he took a break from his shirt and clumsily pulled at the drawstring of his sweatpants instead.

“Okay, let me help you,” Dew whispered, swatting Swiss’s hands away. Swiss stood still as Dew dropped his pants and helped pull his shirt off. The cool air on his burning skin was a relief, but Swiss still didn’t feel comfortable. He grabbed his underwear, but Dew caught his wrist.

“Those too?” he asked hesitantly.

Swiss nodded, trying to jerk out of Dew’s grasp, but being unsuccessful. Dew sighed and released him, and Swiss finally felt at ease.

He stood there until his body temperature felt normal again.

Then he realized he was fucking freezing. He slumped back on the bed, grabbing as many blankets at possible while Dew watched him, dumbfounded.

“Cold now, Swissy?”

“Freezing. Cuddle me, Dew?”

The fire ghoul groaned, and something landed on Swiss’s face.

“Okay, but you have to put your drawers back on.”

That seemed like a fair exchange. Swiss slipped on his underwear and opened his arms for Dew to come warm him up. The fire ghoul dropped into Swiss’s arms, muttering something about how he “better not puke on him”.

Swiss’s throat was dry when he woke up again. HIs room was dim. Less chaotic than before. Swiss tried to roll to his back, but found something blocking him.

Or someone.

“Swiss?” a soft voice asked, moving so he could plop onto his back. It was Mountain staring down at him with concerned hazel eyes.

“I’m falling off the bed,” Swiss muttered, weakly trying to shove at the massive drummer. Mountain’s concern shifted to mild amusement, and he gave Swiss some more space.

“Just making sure you don’t aspirate, Swissy.”

Satanas, his head was pounding. Swiss flopped down on Mountain’s chest, finding some comfort in the feeling of his heartbeat under his cheek.

“Is he awake?” Rain asked, walking in with Dew in tow.

“He is,” Swiss answered. “He is also so fucking thirsty.”

“Good,” Rain handed him some brightly colored drink. Swiss stared at is suspiciously until he explained. “Electrolytes.”

“Oh. Thought you were trying to poison me,” Swiss muttered, and slowly sipped at the cool beverage.

“That would be Phantom,” Dew muttered, quickly getting an elbow to the ribs from Rain. Swiss looked at them, confused.

“What about Phantom?” His bandmates looked at him and then one another. Swiss couldn’t tell if it was guilt or pity, but he didn’t like it either way. “Whatever it is, fucking tell me.”

“He’s usually pissy when he’s almost down,” Mountain said as though Swiss wasn’t sitting right fucking there.

“Think he’s good enough to tell him?” Rain asked.

“For fuck’s sake,” Swiss pinched the bridge of his nose. Rain placed a hand on his knee.

“Did you eat the brownie Phantom baked for you?”

Swiss slowly dropped his hand, the realization of his pre-nap snack hitting him the moment Rain said it.

“Yeah… it was good, but I’m guessing maybe a little too much?”

Dew scoffed. “At least triple the dose you usually do.”

That certainly explained why he felt like he was on a different plane of existence earlier.

“Damn. Uh, how bad was I?” They looked at each other again. That, and the fact they looked exhausted pretty much answered his question. He also realized Phantom wasn’t among them. “And where’s Phantom?”

Dew pressed his lips together. “I, uh, told him to stay out of the way.”

From the way Mountain and Rain exchanged a glance, Swiss had a feeling it was a little more than that. He sighed, pushing himself up to try and stand, but a rush to his head made him topple right back down.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Dew asked.

“To see Phantom. Make sure he’s not beating himself up over this.”

“You can barely stand still!”

Swiss looked at Dew. “Then go get him!”

Dew looked at Rain, who shook his head. The usually calm water ghoul looked at Dew sternly. “I’m not the one who yelled at him. Go fix it.”

With a groan, Dew departed. Swiss laid back in his bed, focusing on a singular point on the ceiling until the spinning stopped.

“Hey Rain?” he asked after awhile.

“Yeah?”

Swiss ran his hand over his bare chest and thighs. “When did I strip?”

He chuckled. “A few hours ago.”

“Why?”

“Dew said you wanted cuddles.”

Swiss sat with that for a moment before shrugging. “Yeah... that checks out. Can you grab me some clothes, please?”

Phantom wasn’t sure what to do. He snuck down near Swiss’s room a few times to try and gauge what was going on, but couldn’t quite get a complete read. Things seemed to calm down at least. Less sounds of vomiting. Rain, Mountain, and Dew had begun to take shifts of just one or two of them staying with Swiss at a time. Phantom wanted to assume the best, but he still felt his worst.

So he shut himself in his room. Lights off, so his main source of light was the glow of iridescent constellations on his ceiling.

Swiss had helped him put those up. And Phantom had basically poisoned him. What a good packmate he was.

Because he wanted to torture himself, Phantom looked back at the recipe for the butter. Sure enough, it clearly called for almost four times the amount of butter he used— if he had just fucking read it correctly, Swiss wouldn’t be spending the night worrying about choking on his own vomit.

Hot tears ran down Phantom’s face. Though he had formed some great connections with the others, he was still so new. Would they send him away after this? Would any of them trust him again? He ruminated on these increasingly destructive thoughts until there was a soft knock at his door.

“Phantom?” Dew said through the door. “You in there?”

“Yeah,” called, his voice raspy from crying. The door opened slowly, and in came Dew. He was much less angry than usual, but still seemed a little peeved. After taking in the dark room and Phantom curled up on his bed, his face softened.

“Hey…” Dew said, sitting on the edge of Phantom’s bed. To his surprise, the fire ghoul reached out and put a warm hand on Phantom’s calf. “Swiss is okay.”

“He is?”

“A little loopy still and post-high cranky, but yeah. He’s asking for you.”

Phantom bit his lip, curling more into himself. “He’s pissed, isn’t he?”

Dew’s eyebrows furrowed together. “Swiss? At you? Not at all.”

“You are.”

Dew sighed, pressing his fingers together in his lap. “I was. But, I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I was mad and… and scared. Really scared.” Dew looked at him with with this sad expression. “Sorry for taking it out on you.”

Phantom finally sat up, pulling Dew into a hug before he could protest. The lead guitarist hugged him back, pinching his cheek as they pulled apart. “I hope you know you’re banned from baking, though.”

“Fair enough,” Phantom said, smiling for the first time in hours.

They went to Swiss’s room where Rain and Mountain were perched on his bed with them. When Phantom entered, they grew quiet, and started to move out of the way. Swiss opened up his arms.

“C’mere Phantom,” he said with a grin.

All the stress of the last several hours of soaking in self-doubt and guilt came tumbling down at once. Phantom practically tackled Swiss as he dove into his arms, reveling in the joyful laugh the multi-ghoul let out as he squeezed Phantom tightly.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” Phantom said into Swiss’s shirt.

“Don’t be, Twinkle Toes, that brownie was fucking fire. Perfect ratio of gooey, but not underbaked. And truly flattered you thought I could handle that much THC.”

“It did seem like a lot…”

“I fuckin’ bet,” Swiss chuckled. “It’s okay, though. I’m good. Sometimes I need a green out every so often. Keeps me humble.”

“Also freaks us the hell out,” Rain said. Swiss pressed his lips together, almost like he felt guilty about being basically incapacitated. He reached out toward the others, and Phantom felt the bed dipped as Rain joined the huddle. Mountain and Dew soon followed, encapsulating the two of them in their body heat and weight.

“Thanks for taking care of me, you guys.”

#cw panic attack #cw overdose #new oneshot just dropped! #fic #ghost band #ghost ghouls #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #dew ghoul #sodo ghoul #mountain ghoul #green out #recreational marijuana use #weed shenanigans but make it angsty #negativeyield

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hello, could I request dancing with Copia in the rain, perhaps after not seeing him for a while? Sorry if it's vague-

Aw, that's actually super cute! - Jez

Dancing in the rain with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Copia was the kind of man that, despite the initial awkwardness, could bring people go him. They loved how sweet he was, how comforting his presence felt. You supposed it made sense why he was chosen as the next vocalist for Ghost. And then as the next Papa. And you were proud of him, you really were!

You simply hated the idea of him being away for so long.

He would call you every day, the sweetheart that he was. You'd talk about your day, ask how he has been, pout that he was so far away from you. And he'd tell you about his day, what weird stunts the ghouls pulled, ask about the rats that he left in your loving care and join in on your pouting, wishing you were there in his arms.

It was nice, yes. Laying in your bed, watching him on the screen of your laptop as he removed his facepaint. His words were sweet, very sweet. He had a way with words, once he got past the initial blockage in his brain. And even if he had issues speaking, you still thought his stimming was adorable. You'd mimic him playfully, which always made him feel better, less weird. You just wished he would be here, next to you, so you could kiss his hands. His face. So you could wrap your arms around him while you sat in his lap in just your little nightgown. So he'd hold you tight, nuzzling into your neck.

And tonight was the night. He would finally return. You didn't care that it was last midnight. You stood there, looking through the window next to the giant door to the Ministry, but you barely saw anything. It didn't matter that you were barefoot and only wearing the night gown you knew he liked and matching panties that he got you. It was warm outside. Or maybe it wasn't and you were just hot because of how excited you felt. In more than one way.

Finally, after what felt like ages of waiting, you heard the car pull up. You used all your body weight to pull the giant door open just so you could run outside and throw yourself into his arms as he got out of the car. You didn't care about the teasing chuckles from the Ghouls (most likely Swiss and Sunshine) or the soft coos at how adorable you two were (definitely Cirrus and Cumulus), you just wanted to kiss him again.

You didn't care that it was raining cats and dogs. That you were already soaking, even though you barely got outside. It was just an excuse to take a shower with the love of your life.

Once you finally broke the kiss, both of you started giggling like idiots. Aether probably made a comment about it, considering he got smacked in the head by Sodo hard enough to let out a dramatic whine. Finally mountain started chasing the other Ghouls back to then den to give you two some privacy as you just held onto each other and giggled.

You didn't realize when you started dancing, Copia happily twirling your joyful self on the grass and dipping you dramatically, like in a scene straight out of some cheap romance movie. Lucky for you, he loved cheap romance movie, so you ended up making out again.

"We should go inside, yes? Don't want you getting sick now that I'm back." He suggested, resting his forehead against yours as you both took a moment to catch your breath, his arms holding you pressed against him. You could swear you felt a soft poke in a very familiar area, and you loved that. You'd take care of it as soon as you were back in his room.

You only got to nod before you laughed again as he picked you up like a princess. You wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling at how he looked, his wet hair sticking to his forehead as he looked at you, his eyes filled with love.

For moments like these, you could survive all the tours and weeks apart. Just to see him look at you like this, when he finally got back.

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #ask #anon #copia #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #oneshot #fluff

[titlemewickedwonderland]

Just Witchy Stuff - Part 5

Summary: As a witch, Ollie lives a quiet life. While most people find her stingy or eccentric in her beliefs and superstitions her presence is well known around the town as that 'witch' at the corner with her little witchy shop. But unlike what people think she has been around a very long time - never staying too long in one town for them to realize she never seems to age. Because of her moving around she wracks up a lot of favors. What she didn't expect was for one of her old favors to show up at her doorstep. This is her adventure!

Pairing: Nameless Ghouls Poly x OC

My Workshop!

-Part 4

The first thing that Ollie registered when she woke up was pins and needles in her mind. Like she'd been laying the wrong way and her body was starting to wake up; the blood flow was all fucked and she felt it deep in her spiritual core as her eyes squinted her eyes open. A long groan croaked from her throat as she felt the room spin and her stomach churn. She rolled over weakly and wretched over the side of the side - a bit surprised but grateful when she opened her eyes to see a bucket right beside her.

A hand rubbed up and down her spine slowly soothing her back to consciousness while another hand was petting her hair from her face; her gaze raising up to peer at her friends sitting beside her. The familiar faces of her the Fae and Pixie smiling in relief brought a source of comfort as Evangeline helped her sit upright.

"Fuck that was awful. How long have I been out?" she wiped at her mouth and gratefully took the cup of water that Rain was holding out to her. She chugged the entirety of it before her gaze fell on Aether as he replied from his station by the couch.

"Only a few hours."

"Dew doing okay?" she licked her lips feeling how chapped and dry they felt.

Ollie could feel the lack of energy she had; not just of her physical strength but of the ebbing magic that Dew had devoured hours before - she'd prepared for that outcome. Being put into a semi-coma by Aether as requested had kept not only her physical self unconscious but his quintessence had also kept at bay the magic from replenishing itself. That was why she needed her artifacts as much as she needed her friends here.

"He's...well..." Aether awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.

"He's compliant...for right now at least." Swiss' unexpected voice spoke up as he slipped from Dew's room. "Currently knocked out actually. Went from huddled in the floor to ransacking the place and then suddenly he just collapsed; I set him on the bed for right now."

Ollie examined Swiss realizing how utterly exhausted the ghoul looked. He hadn't slept it seemed in a while and Ollie wondered just how much the pack had been through before they'd come to find her for help. He was also looking a little worse for wear with a few scratches and rumbled clothes.

"You look like shit." Ollie snorted receiving a small smile from the multi-ghoul.

"You look like the dead." he quipped back.

"At least you still have your spirits up. That's good." Ollie rolled her head on her shoulders cracking her neck as she worked to get herself back in order.

"Tesero..." Copia piped up coming to sit beside the witch on the couch. "I hate to ask this...but..are you strong enough to help us?"

Ollie stared him down a long moment. "No." at his surprised expression that morphed into dismay she continued with a hand on his shoulder.

"That is why I needed my friends and those items they were instructed to bring. This isn't my first rodeo and I have dealt with a lot of demonic presences. I knew if I took this route things could get messy. I'm not strong enough the way I am right now to exercise the Vinashesk from Dew. But what strength I do have will be put into preparing for the ritual with the help of Evangeline and Moss."

She looked at her friends; seemingly having a silent conversation with them before she spoke up again. "If Dew is incapacitated right now it's the best time to do this, but I will need your strengths to hold him at bay for us to do this. But while he is out cold we need to get in there and prepare the banishing circle. Copia, can you do that for us?" she looked back at the papa who after a moment nodded warily.

"The banishing circle is a little more complicated than a summoning one so I will show you what it looks like for you to copy it; to write it you must use the blood of the Vinashesk instead of paint." she added.

"But we don't-" Rain began but stopped when Mountain seemed to pick up on what the witch was hinting at.

"But we have Dew's blood..."

Ollie nodded slowly glad to see someone was following along. "Exactly, it is not pure blood that would usually be used but because he was infected his blood is tainted and thus we have an essence of the Vinashesk to work with."

"But that also means we will need to restrain him to do that. He may be out cold now but...when you have to gather his blood he'll definitely be awake for that." Moss added placing her hands on her hips.

"We will hold him down if someone can drain his blood for Papa." Swiss piped up.

Ollie nodded. "Good. We will need a chair to be placed in the middle of the circle Copia will draw. Evangeline can you get us some holy water?" the witch turned to her friend.

The pixie dug beneath the color of her dress to pull out a small glass vial with a playful wink. "Don't ever leave home without it!"

"That's my girl." Ollie smirked before turning back to the ghouls."So, Dew's blood, a chair, some rope to soak the holy water in to restrain Dew to the chair, and lastly we'll need some candles, one white one black, and one purple. Each is placed at the symbols points - this will help create a barrier that the evil spirit cannot cross while we ritual is taking place." Ollie rose from the couch and looked around the room.

"You guys ready to do this?" after a moment everybody in the room nodded.

"Then let's get son of a bitch outta here."

~

It wasn't easy. The waiting, the preparation...or the doubt that lingered in the minds of the ghoul. Fear that this could go horribly wrong and they'd lose a pack mate. But the girls were strong and determined - head in the game as everybody gathered in Dew's room. The room itself wasn't big but it felt almost claustrophobic with so many people in it; it stank of fear and worry so palpable even the girls could practically taste it in the air but they did not let the others see anything but strength as it came time to start the ritual.

The disaster that was Dew's room was cleared out enough for a single chair from the kitchen to be placed in the center of the room and while Rain busied himself soaking the white rope he'd gathered from the supply closet his fellow packmates helped grab the unconscious Dew to a sitting position into the chair. After this had been done Rain firmly bound his packmate to the chair; pressing a kiss to the fire ghoul's head as he whispered something to him before stepping away. Moss and Evangeline had the candles in hand and were ready to act quickly.

Copia had to act fast - using a bowl from the kitchen he drew closer to Dew; while Mountain, Swiss, and Aether took a solid grip on the fire ghoul to hold him still Copia gripped the ghoul's bound arm and with a quick apology that sounded like a prayer - made a quick slash on the exposed forearm deep enough to draw blood that he caught in the bowl. As soon as the blade broke sink Dewdrop was awake - but it was not Dew who woke up.

His usually golden eyes were pitch black and black veins were creeping from the edges of his vision as he snarled - his voice sounding too guttural... too demonic even for him as he screamed in a language that the others were not familiar with. He was yanking on his restraints and jerking his body but the others were quick to pin him back down as Copia - with shaking hands drew the symbol Ollie had known him with the blood he'd drawn.

With every point made the girls placed a responding candle to each corner and lit it with a match; when that was done the others had to leave the circle before the last candle was lit. As it was, a white glow emanated from the circle.

While Moss took one pointed corner, Evangeline took a second, which left Ollie to take the front. In her hands, she held open her mysterious black grimoire that had seen better days and in her other, she held the shattered mirror up in front of her like a priest would with a cross.

The pixie and fae held their hands up and closed their eyes; as Ollie began to chant in a language that was certainly not Latin a glittering gold aura withdrew from the fae and pixie's bodies; piercing through the blinding light shield and swarmed around Dew's struggling body while an inhuman wind began to circulate in the room along with it the sound of the monster's ungodly screams.

The ghouls and Copia watched in amazement as they shielded their eyes from the bright light as a black smokey figure began to peel itself from Dew's back and hover behind him; its eyes were white and piercing as it shot forward towards Ollie but the white barrier kept it from escaping. It screeched, twisting and slamming against the barrier as it tried its best to get through to attack the girls but finding it could not it swirled on Ollie again.

Her eyes peeked open and she stared it down - her own eyes which were once a pretty violet color were blood red as she stared it down.

"Go back to hell bitch." she lifted the mirror in front of her face blocking the view of her eyes and forcing the evil spirit to stare at its own reflection.

It shrieked at this and the others watched in terrified awe as the dark figure got sucked into the mirror like a cloud of dust. As soon as every inch of it vanished into the cracked reflection Ollie turned swiftly and brought her hand down hard against the edge of a desk - shattering the mirror completely and with it the barrier vanished with the gust of wind that took with it the agonizing cry of the demon as its essence got shattered along with the mirror.

The only thing in the room left was the smell of candle smoke whose flames had been extinguished with the wind and left the room in darkness again. Swiss bolted over when he saw Ollie's body begin to sway and Mountain yanked the curtains back open to allow light in to see the damage done.

Ollie was exhausted but still conscious as she leaned against Swiss'. Her eyes stared across the room toward Dew's slumped figure with bated breath praying that the ritual went well.

"Did it work?" Aether muttered taking a step cautiously forward.

Rain wasn't cautious at all though as he rushed over and knelt in front of his packmate; gently lifting his head to stare at his face. Dew's eyelids fluttered a bit before his familiar orange glow peeked from beneath his lashes - latching onto Rain's worried face.

"Aye raindrop." he mumbled a second before the water ghoul launched himself at him and hugged him for dear life.

"oh, satanas thank you!" Rain mumbled feeling his eyes well up with tears.

"Well I mean...it wasn't exactly Satan who helped you but I suppose calling the big guy to deal with his demonic nuisance wouldn't be half bad." Moss muttered rubbing a hand over her hair tiredly.

Ollie laughed huskily and rested her head back against Swiss. "You doing okay?" Swiss murmured looking down at the exhausted witch.

"Meh, felt worse." Ollie shrugged before looking at Copia.

"Hey old man, next time...check that you have your ritual shit together alright?" she snorted

"Double check." Moss added

"Triple check!" Evangaline piped up popping her 'p' for emphasis.

Copia looked sheepish and nodded. "Si si. I promise. Thank you...Ollie for all of this." he waved his hand around.

Ollie grunted in reply and made a move to sit up with Swiss' help. "I'm getting too old for this shit." she added as she righted herself.

As Rain began to untie Dew the fire ghoul stood up with a wince but his energy drainage and overall exhaustion didn't stop him from stalking over towards the witch. Everybody held their breath as he stopped in front of her. Ollie just peered at him calmly simply thinking how awful he looked.

"Thank you." she blinked at him in surprise; well she wasn't expecting that.

Dew reached up and drew her head towards him; bonking his head against hers in a show of fondness and gratefulness. "Thank you for not giving up."

Ollie's lips curled up into a half smile as she thunked a fist against his shoulder. "Anytime spitfire. Just..." She drew back a bit to look at him with a narrowed eye. "Don't go trying to be a hero."

He let out a burst of rusty laughter and shook his head. "Wasn't trying to be in the first place."

Everybody else echoed the laughter as the air cleared in the room. She waved a hand around the room. "Now, let's get this cleaned up so we can all go get some much-needed rest." she added.

"Nuh uh!" Rain piped up as he ducked himself beneath Dewdrop's arm. "That can wait for later - come on." he didn't indicate what he was telling them but the other ghouls seemed to know already.

Without instruction, the ghouls grabbed at the girls and dragged them back into the living room where they were soon engulfed into a massive ghoul dog pile. Arms, legs, and tails entwined around different body parts as they meshed together on the floor with some pillows and blankets. Papa chuckled watching the pile with a fond smile as he waited by the door. Happy and relieved they had their Dewdrop back and that everything would be okay now. But he still had paperwork to be done to clean up all this mess so as he turned to leave there was a clicking sound behind him and he turned to find Ollie had her hand raised in the air.

"Come on now Papa, get in here mister. You look like you're about to drop any minute," she told him.

He was going to protest- really he was. But when several pairs of eyes turned to him and grabby hands reached toward the man he simply could not deny them. So he joined them in the pile on the floor squished and cuddled between warm bodies that vibrated with sounds of purring and chittering. He met Ollie's eyes and she gave him a small smile before allowing her eyes to close again and snuggled against Dew's chest for a much-needed sleep not induced by magic or bloodloss...but by the gentle happy purring around her.

~The End

Thank you, guys, for reading! I hope it was as entertaining and fun to read as much as it was to write! If you like little mini-series like this feel free to check out my other works as well!

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[shinnyscats]

¡! 𝘚𝘰𝘥𝘰 𝘹 𝘎𝘯!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

"𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳." 🎸

A/N: Heyya!! This is my first time writing in Tumblr, so feel free to give tips/advices! This is basically learning to play the guitar with Sodo as your teacher, hope you like it! It's short, but it's a start (I hope)

Also! English is not my first language, so I made the Spanish version here!

Tw: None! Just comfort and the reader's gender is not specified! ^^ (I'm not very good at putting tw, so if something is missing please tell me!)

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"No, no. You don't play like that. Do you want your back to hurt later?"

"Agh, I'm trying, you know that?"

You roll your eyes at Sodo's question. When you had accepted that the Fire Ghoul taught you to play the electric guitar, you had not expected it to be so exhausting. The White Horned Ghoul's patience seemed to reach negative levels at any moment, making you feel a bit annoyed with both, him and you.

"It's fine, But do you expect to be hunched over on stage for the entire show? I remind you that you cannot sit down." Sodo said as he put his palms on his knees and turned to look at you with a frown. He certainly wasn't the right ghoul to teach.

"I mean, I don't even know if I'm going to those shows anyways..." You replied evidencing the daily time in which you were trying to learn, a little annoyed at not being able to play the strings correctly. Your gaze fixed on the guitar in your hands... As a newly summoned Ghoul, you had been with the others for a week or two, and learning to play the instruments was more difficult than you initially thought it would be...

The ghoul sitting next to you sighs, his hand running over his face as he tries to find the right words to contradict you without sounding aggressive. "Listen, if you start being pessimistic from the beginning, then you won't achieve anything."

He wasn't the best at comforting others, so seeing you still doubting, he decided to speak again while sitting a little closer to you, taking care that the guitars did not hit each other. "I mean... You have to trust yourself, learning something new is always hard, tiring and..."

Sodo, realizing that he had unconsciously placed a hand on your shoulder, quickly withdraws it and sits back down at an arm's length. His hands move agilely on the guitar, singing a short melody as a distraction. "You know, that's what they say, so just keep trying."

You knew he was getting nervous, a little funny reaction for to say at least, so you decided not to pursue the subject and just nodded with a small smile to avoid bothering him even more. "Thank you, Sodo.." The ghoul nods and clears his throat before speaking again. "Yeah, whatever...- Now play Re."

It may be that Sodo is impatient and that he made you feel incapable of achieving it, but you also knew that he was just trying and that he was right, you shouldn't give up.

You position your fingers on the long part of the guitar, and with your other hand, you pluck the strings, generating an almost out of tune Do sound.

"Hey! That's Do! I told you to play Re!" Your angry teacher was back...

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[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Morning Friction

Papa Emeritus III x Reader AO3

Enjoy this little drabble I word vomited this morning since I have absolutely NO time to write anything real during this stupid history class I'm taking 🙃

CW: SMUT, mentions of alcohol/getting tipsy at a party, morning sex, knee riding

Word Count: 700

You wake in a tangled mess of limbs, as was usually the case when you found yourself in the third Emeritus son's bed.

Him still in his pastel button up shirt from the night before--he'd perhaps been a little too tipsy to get it off before falling asleep last night--and a pair of black boxer briefs, his eyeliner smudged eyes start to squint in the morning sun. He'd gone out the night before with no papal paint, because he knows how handsome you find him without it, but you guess the eyeliner was his way of letting an old habit die hard. It looked good on him though, classic even.

After you press a soft kiss to his lips, his eyes finally flutter open, and he meets yours which are teeming with lust. It's true, you'd already been rubbing your thighs together to find some kind of friction after your rather... unresolved evening last night. But when you ran your fingers through the exposed hair on his chest, Terzo got the message.

His lips surge forward, meeting you in a heated kiss as his hands find your waist and pull you impossibly closer, tighter and tighter against his torso. You whimper into his mouth, happy to be drowning in his kisses, and one of his hands slides down, scooping up your thigh to hook it on his hip. A sharp gasp leaves you when your lover harshly presses his thigh to your core, but you're so relieved to finally have some pressure where you need it most.

Terzo's hands force your hips to rock back and forth, and after a moment, you're moving right along with them. He pulls away from the kiss to look you in the face, to see the mess he's made of you in only a few minutes. Being under the scrutiny of that natural scowl and devious smirk of his only serves to heighten the pleasure you feel.

When he can't seem to take just watching you anymore, his lips are again on yours, but this time he's flipping you on your back. Still, he keeps his knee pressed right up against you as he scrambles to sit up. He tries to fling his shirt off, but the last few fastened buttons at the bottom keep that from happening; instead, it's just thrown from his shoulders, settling at the elbows, as he moves onto you, unable to bother with it any further. Truthfully it's almost more sexy to see him with his clothes half off than when he's fully nude.

Reaching down, he finds the waistband of your pajama shorts and whatever panties you might've been wearing and pulls them down your legs, whipping them across the room without a care. Instantly, he's back on top of you, breathing deeply as his skilled lips attack your sensitive neck. "Move," he huffs into your ear, your now bare sex making contact with his leg.

You do as you're told, moaning at the feeling of his thigh dragging against your clit. It really did something for Terzo to witness you using his body for your pleasure, so he was very committed to finishing you off this way before receiving any pleasure of his own.

Softly, almost imperceptibly, your lover's practiced fingers tease at your chest. Cupping your breasts, tracing over your nipples, but applying little to no pressure, making you want more. You whine for him as the pressure builds in your gut, and only then does he reward you by sliding one strap of your tank top from your shoulder and kissing down your chest until he reaches your peak, sucking it into his mouth expertly. Meanwhile, his hand sneaks under your shirt to play with the other nipple.

By now you're a writhing mess beneath him, his thigh slicked up with your juices, serving as the 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 friction to-

"Terzo! Terzo, I'm cumming!!!"

Your eyes roll back and your jaw goes slack as that band inside you snaps deliciously; balling the sheets up in your fists, that jolt of pleasure shoots through you, making you see stars despite the sun spilling in the window.

When you come down from your momentary high, you feel the weight of your lover relaxing on top of you, erection pressed flush against your hip. Softly, he brushes a piece of hair behind your ear and kisses you chastely, "Buongiorno, amante mia."

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[azureseacloud]

Hidden Messages

Ghost (band)

Dewdrop x reader,

Warnings: swearing, sexual references

Words: 1,950

Summary: Cirrus teases the reader about her crush on Dewdrop.

Thanks so much for your support everyone, it means a lot!! I’m currently participating in nanowrimo for fanfics/one shots so requests are open! Anyway, happy reading :))

Your phone buzzed from where it was lying on the couch. You set your laptop on your thighs, grabbing the phone to check what it was.

It was a message. From Cirrus.

You shot a look over to the ghoulette, where she lounged on another couch across from you, next to Aurora who had her head resting on her shoulder and eyes closed.

The ghoulette looked up from her phone, meeting your eyes with a raised eyebrow. Waiting.

You snuck a look around the lounge-room. Rain was lying in the centre of the carpeted floor on his back, possibly asleep but it was hard for you to tell with the Ghouls. Swiss was leaning against the bench in the kitchenette to your right, sipping what you assumed was coffee—but could be anything—as he scrolled through his phone. Phantom and Mountain were nowhere to be seen, most likely in their rooms. As for Dewdrop, he was to your left, on another small couch. His legs were kicked out in a relaxed fashion, but it was impossible to tell for sure as he had his helmet and uniform on from rehearsals. Still, his head was facing away from you, so you figured you were safe to open Cirrus’ message without any ghouls snooping.

As soon as you opened the chat, you knew you had been right to worry. She’d sent you a video—but not just any video.

It was of Dew. One look at the lighting and you already knew it would be from Mummy Dust. You knew exactly what it would show.

You watched it anyway.

Satan he was something else. His movements, his stance and his hands—unholy hell, his hands—it was insanely attractive. You were down so bad for him. And Cirrus knew.

It’d happened when you’d been drunk at an afterparty. It was the first time you had joined in on the drinking—you preferred to keep a professional attitude, even though the ghouls would always try to hand you drinks as encouragement.

This time you had accepted, and one turned into several. Cirrus had been with you when you had rushed to the bathroom to vomit, and she’d taken you back to your room once it was clear you weren’t going to last any longer in the party without throwing your guts everywhere. She’d stayed with you in your drunk state, and you had let slip some little comment about Dewdrop that then escalated to confessing your feelings for him and just how badly you were down for the fire ghoul.

She’d told you the morning after with a smirk. You’d pleaded her not to tell, and she’d agreed. Why bother telling him outright, when she could tease you with it whenever she felt like it? Cirrus was curious too, about how long you could keep it a secret. She had admitted to you how surprised she was, that she hadn’t noticed anything that would point to you liking Dewdrop—which was impressive, since ghouls were exceptionally good at reading emotions, with their enhanced senses, not to mention Phantom’s quintessence. Luckily he was still a new ghoul and wasn’t completely in tune with his quintessence yet. You knew he would be one of the first ghouls to figure it out though—something you were dreading.

You typed a message, flicking your eyes around the room to double check that no ghouls had seen anything. You forced yourself to remain nonchalant—these ghouls were so sensitive to even the slightest change.

Cirrus what the hell?? He’s sitting right there.

You looked back down at your computer, idly moving the mouse and trying to look like you were still working. It only took her a moment to reply.

He won’t notice. The idiot decided to exhaust himself in practice mucking around with Swiss, so he’s probably trying to fall asleep.

Anyway, do you prefer that Dewdrop or this one?

She sent another video, and you held back a sigh as you opened it.

Silver mask. A pick in his hand as he raised it to his mouth. One of his vivid blue eyes was visible through the mask as his gaze locked onto the camera, the video slowing at that moment. Dew tilted his head, before his iris was replaced by the white of his eye as he slid his gaze away, twisting to move away on the stage.

Your breath caught, and you watched it again, mesmerised by the blue of his eyes. The ghouls generally kept their helmets on in your presence, and you hadn’t seen any of their faces, just the barest glimpses. Rules they had to uphold around humans in the clergy—and they were under very strict orders not to scare you away, unlike the others that had taken up the role of managing the band ghouls.

Apparently one had quit after he was set on fire (he survived with minimal burns), which you guessed had been Dewdrop’s fault. Another had walked into the ghoul quarters during a full moon and had been bitten (you weren’t sure if that was it, there were mixed rumours that said she bled out while others seemed to think she made it out fine). Had to be Swiss, although all the ghouls were more unpredictable on a full moon. And there were others too, that you hadn’t found out what had happened to them.

So yeah, seeing the smallest glimpse at Dewdrop’s eye set your skin tingling. And the smooth way he lifted the pick to his mouth…wow.

You must have watched it at least ten times before you remembered that Cirrus was waiting for a reply.

You looked up and she was smirking at you. She’d probably been watching you the entire time. Heat rushed to your cheeks and you looked down, hoping none of the ghouls could see your blush or sense your embarrassment. Thank Satan Phantom wasn’t in the room to draw attention to your emotions.

I like both. You answered, your thumbs stalling before you added. Seeing his eyes is nice too.

You didn’t have to wait long for the response.

Aww darling, I’m sure he still has the old mask…

I could find a way to get him to wear it for you.

Attached to the end of the message was a winking face, and your cheeks heated up even more. If you weren’t already bright red, you would definitely be now. Your brain unwittingly jumped to Dew wearing his old uniform, catching a glimpse of his eyes behind the silver mask as he leant down, one hand slipping along your waist…

“What are you sending them Cirrus? Porn?” Swiss sauntered over, smirking at you. You shut off your phone, shooting him a failing attempt at a casual glance. “Oh no, do share.”

“We’re just talking.” You said, rolling your eyes. You flicked a quick glance over to Dewdrop, to see he was already staring at you. With the helmet you couldn’t see his expression, but he tilted his head and you looked away quickly. Did he know?

Swiss raised his eyebrow. “So that’s why you’re turned on right now?” He tapped his nose beneath the mask as you tried to give him an innocent look. “Sensitive remember? We can all tell.”

“Fuck off Swiss.” He laughed at that, watching as you closed your laptop and stretched nonchalantly, determined to prove there was nothing amiss.

Cirrus smiled teasingly at you, beckoning you over. You dumped your laptop on the table, flipping off Swiss as you stepped around Rain, who was still sprawled on the floor, making your way over to Cirrus.

As you sat down your eyes darted over to Dew. He was definitely watching you, and it made your heart speed up. You tore your gaze away instantly, trying to relax.

Cirrus draped her arm around you, and you hoped the other ghouls mistook your increased heart rate as being caused by Cirrus, and not the fire ghoul whose stare you could still feel. Had he really been asleep or had he been secretly watching you then too?

You needed to stop thinking about him or the ghouls were going to notice.

You looked at Swiss instead, who flashed you a devilish smile and a wink as he joined Rain on the floor. You leant your head onto Cirrus’ shoulder, much like how Aurora was on her other side. It had been a long day and the atmosphere in the room was lethargic. The ghouls had spent the whole day practicing for their concert next week, and they all seemed muted and tired in a way that was almost contagious.

You tucked your legs on an angle as you snuggled closer to Cirrus. Her hand ran soothing trails down your arm.

Closing your eyes, you were drifting asleep. A sudden warmth enveloped your back, comforting and familiar. Distantly you wondered which ghoul had joined you. An arm wrapped around your stomach and then you drifted into unconsciousness.

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Cirrus gave him an amused look as he wrapped his arm around your waist. Dew wasn’t sure what that meant, but it only confirmed his suspicions that something was going on with the two of you. And it involved him.

He’d been watching you as you picked up your phone, glancing around in a way that certainly piqued his interest. Your lingering look on him had drawn his attention even more. He’d seen the way you had bitten your lip as you looked at whatever it was that Cirrus had sent you. How your face had tinged pink and then gone red as Swiss came over. You’d then looked back at him again as you moved over with Cirrus. And had he imagined your heart’s increase in speed as you locked eyes with him?

He settled comfortably around you, resting his chin on your head and closing his eyes. He wasn’t one to admit it, but he liked you. The other humans had been obvious and easy to figure out, but you… you kept yourself composed exceptionally well around the ghouls. You were hard to read—something Dew had never thought he would encounter in a human. It fascinated him.

You were so open with Cirrus, the two of you incredibly close, and he knew that you had let her see past that composure. You were comfortable enough around him—he could tell by the way you fired back banter and weren’t afraid to stand up to him. You enjoyed it—every time you managed to surprise him with an especially vicious or creative retort he could see the way you’d light up at your victory.

Yet you were still careful around him. Guarded. It was the same with the other ghouls, but he noticed it was more around him. It didn’t make sense, how you could switch so quickly, shutting off your feelings in a way that left him so utterly clueless. You were frustratingly confusing.

He wanted to find out why.

Dewdrop waited as the others drifted off. Once he was sure they were all asleep, he reached an arm slowly across your hip, moving to the front pocket of your pants. He slid his fingers in, meeting the surface of your phone.

You shifted as he withdrew it, tucking your head against his neck as you mumbled something incoherent. Dewdrop waited until you had settled, then gently grabbed your hand, pressing your thumb into the scanner.

Your phone unlocked, and it was already open on your conversation with Cirrus.

He scrolled through the messages, disbelief changing to a smirk tugging at his lips as he realised your secret.

Oh yes. He could work with this.

Thanks for reading :)) I’m possibly going to write a part 2 for this one, so stay tuned!

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[ghoulette-knell]

Touch Starved

Omega x Terzo

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Word Count: 2,158

TW: Rough Dom!Omega; Sub!Terzo; anal penetration; flirting to make another jealous; mild bondage; oral; handjob.

Terzo knew the exact way to make the fans scream with glee. That was flirting with his Nameless Ghouls. It always got the crowd going, and although his main target with this flirting was always Omega, today would be different. Ifrit, one of Terzo's other guitarists, would be receiving his teases and taunts tonight.

Terzo considered this payback as well as a punishment towards Omega. The Ghoul had been distant lately, not even willing to hang out with his Papa. Terzo suspected his little Ghoul might've been seeing someone else in the ministry, so two could play that game.

Papa Emeritus III galloped around the stage as Mummy Dust played; the crowd going wild as Zephyr grabbed his keytar, preparing for his iconic solo.

As Zephyr took the stage, Terzo took his opportunity to skip over to Ifrit; his eyes hungry for Omega's reaction.

He could feel Omega's eyes burning holes in the back of his head as he laid his hands softly into Ifrit's chest. The fire Ghoul gasped, not anticipating such a move from his Papa, but he wasn't upset with this. Underneath his mask, the Ghoul was smirking,

"What's this about, eh?" Ifrit yelled over the loud keytar solo, "What will Omega think?"

"Fuck Omega," Terzo growled while cupping Ifrit's face in his gloved hand, "That asshole doesn't even give me head anymore. I'm a busy man, and I can't wait around for him if he's not interested anymore."

Ifrit purred a bit and nodded, "I can surely help you out with that anytime, Papa. All you need to do is ask."

Terzo growled a little bit, the noise echoing through his chest. He loved it when his Ghouls referred to him as Papa. He was their Papa,

"Good boy," he whispered while patting Ifrit's cheek one more time, winking at the Ghoul.

Ifrit licked his lips, his smirk devious. He watched hungrily as Terzo skipped away to attend to the fans; his tail swishing around in anticipation.

As Zephyr raced back to his area in the back with the other air Ghouls, Terzo couldn't help but turn to face Omega. The Ghoul was staring at Terzo in disbelief. Even his mannerisms were off.

Usually Omega was wild on stage, always jumping around and showing his eager crowd how amazing he was. Now, he just stood still; glaring at Terzo.

The band quickly wrapped up the rest of the ritual as planned; Papa blowing kisses into the crowd as Pebble threw his drum sticks towards the screaming fans.

Before Terzo was even finished saying goodbye to everyone, he felt a hand wrap around the collar of his jacket; pulling him towards backstage.

He gasped, trying to catch his step as he was ruthlessly dragged away; the crowd erupting in laughter. They could see it was Omega dragging Papa backstage,

"Let go of me!" he growled once the two of them were backstage. He noticed it was Omega, and his anger melted away into amusement, "Ah, my sweet Ghoul. How did you enjoy the show?"

"What the hell was that?" Omega growled while pointing his finger right in Papa's face, "Do you want Ifrit to fuck you or something? Screw you, Terzo. You're such an asshole."

Terzo couldn't help but laugh as he led Omega towards the exit of the venue. Terzo was tired and wanted to take this back to his hotel room, which was strikingly-close to the venue, "At least Ifrit is willing to fuck me. You haven't paid attention to me in weeks."

All of the Ghouls decided to walk back together, and no one said a word about anything as Omega and Terzo fought back and forth. They could tell Omega was pissed, and Terzo would just fuel that flame.

Terzo told everyone goodnight as he got into the elevator. Although all of the Ghouls' bedrooms were beside one another, and Terzo's was down the hall, Omega opted to leave his fellow Ghouls to get an explanation from Terzo. Now that they were alone, Omega really lashed out,

"You have some nerve, Terzo," the Ghoul growled as Terzo unlocked his hotel room; walking inside, "Flirting with Ifrit? Really?"

"That's the only way to get your attention these days," the man rebutted while glaring at Omega, "What have you been doing these last few weeks instead of letting me fuck you? I'm sure nothing important."

Omega, once the door had shut, grabbed Terzo by the neck of his jacket and slammed his lips hungrily into Terzo's. The man groaned in pleasure, letting Omega take the lead without hesitation,

"Yes, Omega," Terzo growled while grinding his clothed bottom half across Omega's thigh hungrily, "Show me how much my antics with Ifrit has angered you. Punish me~"

"Just shut up," Omega growled against Terzo's lips; forcing the man down to his knees, "And don't think I didn't hear about what you said to Ifrit. About how I won't even suck your cock? Well, now you're gonna suck mine and I'll tell everyone the ministry how you were begging for it."

Terzo's eyes sparkled excitedly as he watched Omega fumble with his belt buckle as he spoke; his words full of anger, "Don't threaten me with a good time, little Ghoul."

Omega growled, removing his belt as soon as Terzo said that last sentence. Then, he got an idea. He looped around behind Terzo and grabbed his wrists; binding them together with his belt. Terzo's heart began to hammer in his chest. His mouth was watering.

"Because of how bad you've been, I won't even let you touch yourself while I have my way with you," the fire Ghoul spat while removing his dick from his boxers, pumping it a few times in front of Terzo's smirking lips.

"Now that's just mean," Terzo pouted; his mouth opening slightly to allow Omega to slip his dick inside.

That just caused the Ghoul to laugh,

"Aw, it's kind of cute how much you want my dick right now," he said while slapping it against Terzo's lips, "Alright, baby. I'll give it to you."

Terzo's tongue rolled out as Omega inserted his dick into the eager Papa's mouth. Terzo wanted nothing more than to touch himself while Omega had his way with his mouth, but the belt forbid this. Terzo groaned in annoyance over this; the vibrations running up Omega's dick.

"Lucifer... you feel so good with your mouth wrapped around my dick like this. Such a good boy," Omega groaned, his eyes slamming shut from the pleasure.

The Ghoul entangled his fingers through Terzo's neat hair; affectively ruining its perfect nature with his tugging and pulling.

Omega began thrusting in Terzo's mouth, using his Papa's hair as leverage to get a deeper thrust. Terzo's eyes had rolled back into his head as Omega had his way with him; his throat making unearthly squelching noises with every thrust.

"You're so good for me, Papa," Omega groaned while slowly his thrusts down to the point of clogging up Terzo's whole throat; restricting his breathing for a few seconds, "You better not think about Ifrit again. You're mine, you hear? Mine."

Terzo began to cough and sputter around Omega's cock. The Ghoul would occasionally remove his dick to make sure Terzo wouldn't pass out from lack of oxygen; a cocky smirk on his face every time Terzo gasped for air.

Then, during his final thrust, Omega groaned with an animalistic nature; burying his dick down in Terzo's throat. Ropes of thick seed immediately filled Terzo's mouth and trailed down to his stomach.

Omega removed his dick and smirked down in satisfaction as Terzo started coughing. There was still a line of saliva connecting Omega to Terzo, from dick to lips.

Terzo had a devious look on his face as some of Omega's cum dribbled down his lips, "Come clean me up, Ghoul."

His voice was hoarse from the rough throat fucking he had endured. The gravelly nature of his voice turned Omega on even more.

The Ghoul got down on his knees in front of Terzo and kissed him lovingly; his tongue occasionally trailing along Terzo's lips to clean up any of his mess that he may have left behind.

Then, Omega made it abundantly clear that he wasn't finished yet. He grabbed Papa by the belt that held his hands bound, pushing his face down onto the dirty hotel carpet below. With no hands, Terzo wasn't able to steady himself or regain balance. He was stuck like that; head down, ass up.

This dominance that Omega was showing turned Terzo on. He could feel his own dick pulsating from underneath his pants.

Without a single word, Omega took care of that pesky clothing that protected Terzo from the Ghoul. He grinned, noticing how hard Terzo was for him,

"You want me so badly, don't you, Papa?" he asked, emphasizing the word 'Papa' as he grabbed the man's dick; pumping it a few times in his hand, "I wanna hear you say it."

There was a growing sense of ecstasy growing in Terzo's abdomen; one that could only be cured by Omega's huge, throbbing cock, "Yes, Omega," Terzo whispered, his voice still horse from his throat fucking, "I need you now! Ifrit means nothing to me! Take what's yours!"

Omega, under normal circumstances, would've kept Terzo begging for his cock for hours, but his own instincts were fighting against him. His dick had already been lubed up thanks to Terzo's saliva, so entering his Papa wouldn't be too difficult.

"Just because you're our Papa doesn't mean you have free reign to us," Omega growled while probing Terzo's hole with the tip of his dick, "You don't just get to flirt with anyone, Terzo. You're mine and mine alone."

"Omega," Terzo growled, inching his ass back in a desperate attempt to force Omega's cock into him, "I get it. Lucifer... just fuck me!" he croaked out; his gloved fingers flexing in an attempt to untie himself.

"Good boy," Omega purred, pressing a kiss to Terzo's forehead before completely shoving his cock into Terzo's hole.

The pope screamed in pleasure as his demands were finally answered. Omega had his Papa wrapped around his little finger; the older man mewling like a kitten due to the pleasure Omega was giving to him.

Omega, with his left hand, grabbed Terzo's bound hands, and with his right, entangled his fingers into the man's hair. He pulled with every thrust, causing Terzo to grow overstimulated. The Satanic Pope was moaning and groaning with every thrust.

Omega gave all he could give in these precious moments with Terzo. His dick felt like a hot piston as it desecrated Terzo's asshole. Every thrust sent stars across Terzo's vision; drool beginning to trickle from his lips,

"F-F-Fuck," Terzo groaned; his hips moving in unison with the Ghoul's in hopes of maximizing pleasure, "Y-Yes!"

Omega bit into Terzo's shoulder as continued to deepen his thrusts. The Ghoul finally reached Terzo's prostate. That was enough to get an animalistic howl from Omega's mate; cum shooting from Terzo's exposed cock, which signified his orgasm.

White ropes of seed coated the dirty carpet below.

"Yes, cum for me," Omega growled low while quickening his pace. He was almost there himself, his Papa's orgasm pushing him ever so closer.

Using all of his strength, Omega continued to pile drive Terzo's asshole; the Papa laying tiredly on his face, subtle moans leaving his cum-covered lips.

Then, it happened.

Growling, Omega's pace began to grow sloppier and sloppier, "Fuck," he groaned, using both his hands to grab at Terzo's hips; burying himself balls-deep in his mate.

He filled Terzo's ass with bucket loads of cum. Stars overtook Omega's vision as he reached his peak; a real threat of passing out becoming reality. The pleasure was simply too much.

Both of the men breathed deeply and rapidly as they came down from their high. The Ghoul slowly removed his dick from Terzo's hole, a smirk on his face,

"So, what are we not doing to do anymore?" he asked his submissive partner, a hint of amusement laced in his words. He playfully pinched Terzo's blushing cheek.

Terzo looked back at Omega and blinked; the look of desire still in his eyes, "Look, if flirting with Ifrit will entice you to fuck me like that again, I might start doing it more."

The Ghoul chuckled and grabbed Papa's face, causing their lips to touch briefly, "I'll fuck you like this anytime, baby. Just don't flirt with Ifrit. You're mine.

Mine."

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[klarex]

I'm not really proud of this, but I hope you will like it.

Genre: fluff

Warnings: swearing, playful ghouls and ghoulettes, mention of horror movies

Summary: Ghoulettes wanted to play some board games with you, but it end up being a movie night with all the ghouls.

Paring: Sodo/Dewdrop Ghoul x reader

Fun night

Pov. Y/n

Me and the girls decided to spend some time together. We were sitting on a couch in the ghoul common room, playing different board games.

- UNO!

Cirrus shouted as she put her card down, leaving one in her hand. I saw Cumulus cheeks turn red with anger.

- You are cheating!

Cumulus yelled and crossed arms on her chest, pouting. I laughed along with Sunshine as Cumulus gave Cirrus a death stare.

- What the fuck is happening here?!

We heard Swiss voice and I laughed even harder.

- We are playing uno.

Cirrus said calmly, looking at multi ghoul. I finally caught my breath and we continued playing. Swiss watched us and joined after a while.

••

After a few rounds, lots of yelling and laugher we stopped playing uno and started a new game. Twister.

- Guys.. please not this game..

I protested, but they seem to ignore it and start the game. Sunshine grabbed a spin roulette.

- Okey Swiss. Right hand on red.

She said and Swiss crouched down to touch the red circle.

••

The game went on and on, and I ended under Swiss and on top of Cumulus.

- (Y/n).

Sunshine said and I looked up at her with eyes that screamed help-! She giggled and looked at a mat we were on.

- I'm sorry.. Left leg yellow.

- ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!

I tried to reach for it, but end up falling and taking everyone on the floor with me. We all started laughing until we heard a loud and long groan.

I looked up to see Sodo walking our way with a grumpy face.

- Hey Sod-

He didn't let me finish and pulled me out from underneath the ghouls. He dragged me on a couch to sit on his lap. His hands tightly wrapped around my waist as his nose nuzzled into my neck.

I heard girls laughing and looked up at them. I rolled my eyes and throw my head backwards to lay on his chest. The comforting heat from my boyfriend already surrounding me.

- Babe... Did something happen?

I whispered to him, but he shook his head no. I sighed and locked his fingers with mine. His tail slowly wrapped around my leg and I felt him place a small kiss on my neck. Swiss cleared his throat and we all looked at him.

- What do you guys think about watching a movie?

Swiss said and pointed at a TV in front of the couch. We all nodded and Cumulus grabbed the remote.

- But... do you have any ideas of what we could watch?

- Oh! What about a horror movie?

Sunshine said and Cirrus clapped her hands.

- Are you reading my mind, Sun?

Cirrus said, laughing. We all sat on a couch except Swiss. He was standing in front of us.

- I thought I will go tell the others that we are having a movie night. I will be back in 5.

Swiss said and quickly ran out of the room.

- I think we will need some snacks then.

I said and tapped Sodo's hands to tell him to pull them off of my waist. He let me go with a hesitation and I quickly stood up.

I walked into the kitchen, opened the microwave and put a bag of popcorn in it. I turned it on and took a bag of chips and 2 bowls. I throw chips into one bowl and waited for the popcorn to be ready.

After a minute or so the microwave beeped and I took the popcorn out and poured it into the other bowl. I took both of them and went back to the living room.

I gave the bowls to the ghoulettes who happily took them. I went back to the kitchen and grabbed two bags of gummybears and poured them in a smaller bowl. I grabbed a drink I did for myself earlier and walked back to the couch.

I saw that Sodo was laying in a more comfortable position for us to cuddle and for all the ghouls to fit on the couch. I put my drink on a coffee table and sat in between Sodo's legs. I grabbed a bowl with gummybears and I lay down on my boyfriend's chest. His big hands squeezed my hips and wrapped around my waist. His tail already wrapped around my leg protectively.

I happily put one jelly in my mouth. Sodo grabbed my chin and lifted it so he can kiss me. His lips smashed against mine and moved in hungry motions. He licked my bottom lip to ask for a entrance that I immediately gave to him. Using his forked tongue he pulled the gummybear out of my mouth it into his and he smirked proudly. I pouted and when I was about to say something Swiss came back with Aether, Rain and Mountain.

- Hi there!

Aether said and jumped on a couch. Rain and Mount waved and sat next to each other on the couch.

- I see you brought snacks..

Swiss said smiling. I nodded and felt Sodo's nose in my hair. He purred softly as I gently rubbed his leg with my thumb.

Everyone sat or lay down and we started watching the movie.

••

When a killer attacked from around the corner, I jumped slightly and heard Sunshine squeak. Sodo chuckled and kissed my head. I turned myself to face him and he looked down at me.

- Yes, sweetheart?

He whispered and I caressed his cheek. He smiled and I leaned in. I pressed my lips to his and heard him hum. His tail rubbed on my back and his hands were tightly wrapped around my waist.

- Get a room you two!!

We heard Cumulus and Swiss shouts, followed by their laughs. We immediately pulled away and I looked down, blushing. Sodo looked at ghouls and frowned his eyebrows. They rolled their eyes and we went back to watching a movie.

••

- Aether. Why don't you share?

Rain whispered and I looked at them. Aether held a bowl of his favorite chips close to his chest, securing it from others with his arms. He growled and clasped the bowl tighter. I rolled my eyes and moved my bowl to the water ghoul.

- Rain.

I whispered, catching his attention. He looked at me and I moved the bowl closer to him. He smiled and nodded his head. He put a few gummybears in his mouth and looked back at the TV.

- AAAHH!

Rain yelled when he focused at a movie again and a dark person jumped on the screen. Sodo squeezed my waist a little and I leaned on his chest. I pecked his cheek and his warm aura gets hotter. I giggled and put one jelly in his mouth.

••

When the movies ended there were no longer any snacks or drinks and most of the ghouls were peacefully sleeping. Me and Sodo carefully got up and quickly ran into Sodo's room.

When I closed the door behind me Sodo immediately pinned me into them and kissed me hard. Our tongues danced together as his tail wrapped around my waist. I pushed him back so we can both lay on the bed without breaking the kiss.

We landed on the bed with me on top of Sodo. He put a blanket over us both. His one hand softly rubbing my back as his tail was still wrapped around my waist. His warmth making me feel safe and wanted in his arms. He kissed my forehead and I felt myself drifting off.

- Goodnight, love..

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