The Ghouls and Ghoulettes below are the most popular members of the Nameless Ghouls. If I get requests for lesser known Ghouls, I will add them to the list.
However, Minors are NOT WELCOME to read any of my content. I will block you if I find out you’re a minor.
Delilah Graves, otherwise known as Sheriff Graves, is one of the many police officers working in Atlanta, Georgia. She is called on duty to bring in a man by the name of Lee Everett after he committed a gruesome murder, which would be her last on-call assignment she would ever have.
TW: Swearing, Blood, Mentions of Domestic Abuse; Car Crash.
It was a beautiful, perfect day. The perfect day to pack up the family and head to a local park for a long-overdue picnic, or go to a river or lake to cool down! However, that wasn't the case for Delilah Graves, as she was clocked in for her tiresome, yet rewarding job.
This also wasn't the case for the criminal, Lee Everett, who was now sitting silently in the back of Sheriff Graves' police car. He had a stone-cold face; his somber brown eyes locked on the centre console of the vehicle. Delilah recognized that look— that was the look of total understanding. Lee knew what he had done, and he understood the consequences to his actions. He was going to prison, likely for the rest of his life.
Delilah looked at her prisoner through the rear-view mirror, and adjusted it as she needed to. This guy was quiet— too quiet. She wasn't used to such obedience from her prisoners. Half the time they were calling her misogynistic names or crying their eyes out, claiming they didn't commit whatever horrendous crime they were being accused of.
Lee’s eyes slowly rose from the centre console, and rested against Delilah’s sea-glass-green eyes. The officer felt her throat tighten. He just looked… so defeated.
“It might be… a bit unorthodox. What I’m about to say, anyways,” she began, affectively getting Lee’s undivided attention, “But if my husband had done what your wife did, I would’ve killed his partner, too. I… get it.”
Lee shrugged, his eyes staying the exact same size, as if he wasn’t surprised by what Officer Graves had said, “Does it really matter?”
Delilah couldn’t imagine the spiralling thoughts this man must be going through in this moment. The woman had gone through heartbreak before. During academy training, she had fallen in love with a young man by the name of Alec. He had ultimately chosen someone else after willing Delilah’s heart, and in those first months after, she had felt a rage she’d never felt before. Now, imagining a spouse cheating?
That rage would’ve been catastrophic.
“Nah, I guess it doesn’t matter.”
Unsteady silence…
Lee went back to depressively staring down at the centre console. And Delilah went back to focusing on the road.
Licking her lips, Delilah’s attention was suddenly turned to the flickering static of her radio.
‘We might have a 10-80 situation Westbound of the off-ramp to Atlanta’ it said, causing Delilah to exhale in grief.
Domestic assault. Does it ever end?
Suddenly, a couple cop cars roared down the opposite side of the interstate, catching both yours and Everett’s attention. Jeez, does the 10-80 really need four units? Must be something huge— probably something similar to the prisoner in the back of the cruiser.
Another cop car.
Then another.
The radio kicked to life again, but Delilah wasn’t listening anymore. Two helicopters descended from the clouds and stormed towards Atlanta.
“I don’t think that’s a typical 10-80,” she whispered, her eyes locking back to Lee in unease. Then, she turned up the volume on her radio; ready to ask questions if the dispatch wasn’t about to explain what was happening.
‘All units to Atlanta,’ the man boomed immediately. No context. No understanding as to why everyone was being called back.
“Jimmy, what the hell is goin’ on?” Delilah snapped while bringing the walkie to her lips, “What’s with all the choppers?”
‘There’s a group of people in Atlanta just eatin’ each other, Del,’ Jimmy replied, seriousness in his voice, as if he was trying to not panic, ‘Rippin’ each other’s throats out. It’s a massacre.’
“Jesus,” Lee mumbled, his eyes as wide as dinner plates.
“What do you mean, Jim?” Delilah pressed, her left hand, which was still on the wheel, was now digging into the soft leather with her nails, “Cannibalism? Like a group?”
Screams could be heard in the background now. Then, Jimmy’s scream.
“Jim? JIM?” she shouted, her eyes now as wide as Lee’s, “Holy fuck! Jim!”
Then, Lee screamed.
“WATCH OUT!”
It felt like they’d hit a damn brick wall. Delilah’s head swung forwards; her nose bashing brutally against the steering wheel. The car immediately screeched sharply to the right; tossing cop, prisoner, and the person who they’d hit off the cliff.
Visions of red, white, and black swirled through Delilah’s mind as the car did flips down the hill. Blood poured from a gash on her face, and she felt her ankle crack to the right. A bitter scream left her lips as the cruiser made its home at the bottom of the hill.
Welcome to my story masterlist! As many of you know, I generally write for Ghost B.C. I have not abandoned them, but I do want to write for other fandoms as well, so this will include all my other stories.
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Please do not interact with my stories if you’re a minor!
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“how to recognize AI in fanfic” — hey so this is another not-gentle reminder that AI stole from us. it’s using OUR words and OUR sentences and OUR styles.
writing “long” paragraphs is not a sign of AI — it’s a common narrative choice many writers make both in fanfiction and in traditionally published novels, and AI stole it from us.
using an em dash is not a sign of AI. it’s a stylistic sentence choice that’s been an option in place of commas and semicolons for a very long time, and AI stole it from us.
long sentence structures are not a sign of AI, but are yet another stylistic choice writers often make to create a cadence and tone that mimics the flow of poetry, and AI stole it from us.
“YA narrative breaks”? i don’t even know what the fuck this means, but i can guarantee that AI stole it from us.
italics are once again a stylistic choice that many writers love to use to create emphasis, and it’s a more stylistically acceptable and traditional form of emphasis than bold or underline text. oh, and just to be extra clear: AI STOLE IT FROM US.
stop creating fandom witch hunts over AI when you know fuck all about what it means to sit and write a story, and to spend hours fiddling with sentence structure and dialogue to get the exact right tone. writers will stop writing out of fear that their work “sounds like AI” — IT DOESNT! AI STOLE FROM US! AI SOUNDS LIKE US! — and after a while, all that will be available on AO3 is shitty AI-generated fanfiction.
because yeah, people are going to continue to use AI to write fanfiction whether you “call them out” or not. but making a laughable thread on X that uses asinine criteria is not going to fix that problem. it will just push the real writers out because people will accuse them of using AI when they haven’t, and they will (rightfully) stop writing for spaces that attack them.
After months of despising one another, you and Sodo had a desperate, short burst of passion, fuelled by unbridled hatred.
🔞MDNI🔞
TW: Hate Fucking; Dirty Talk, Borderline Abusive (Face Slapping. Reader breaks their nose basically); Slapping; P in V Penetration; Spitting; Face Fucking; Cream-pie; Cum Swallowing; Biting; Face Riding; No Aftercare; Blood; Bruising.
Word Count: 4,240
There wasn’t anyone you hated more than Sodo. It wasn’t just a level of annoyance, or simple frustration with the Ghoul. It was hate!
He was the lead guitarist in the band, ‘Ghost,’ while you were simply the rhythmic guitarist. He outshined you in every way, and leaked arrogance from his every pore. He knew you hated him, and thrived on making your life a living Hell.
The two of you constantly fought, both physically and emotional. Last week, you'd pulled a chunk of hair from the fire-ghoul's head, and you knew he was bound to seek revenge any minute now. Oh well, that bastard deserved it. The prissy asshole was obsessed with his hair, and you'd do absolutely anything to humble the guitarist.
Of course, your attack on the blond wasn't unprompted. A month ago, Sodo had convinced the Cardinal to leave one of his rats in your room. The scream that left your lips was heard all throughout the ministry, and all the Ghouls and Ghoulette's made fun of you for days after. You were a Ghoulette after all-- why the fuck were you scared of rats?
Yeah, you didn't know either. But, you knew Rain was scared of the dark... no one bullied him for that. Why were you the target? Perhaps it's because you were so new. Regardless, this was here and now, and you were already plotting another way to get back at the lead guitarist.
You sat in the practice room one day, alone. You had been practicing your guitar parts for the upcoming tour, and decided to practice the lead parts in order to give your brain a break from the same notes. Plus, you knew if Sodo heard what you were doing, it would piss him off beyond belief, and potentially give you a reason to break his lip against your fist.
As you began to play the lead part for ‘Rats,’ (ironic, I know), Sodo entered the room. You didn’t notice this due to being so focused on the task at hand, yet you somewhat expected it.
You were oblivious until you felt needle-like claws dig into the back of your neck. You gasped and squeaked as your body was lifted from the chair you were sitting on; face slammed to the floor. Your nose broke from the impact, a sharp screech leaving your lips as blood gushed from the wound.
“Now, if I’m not mistaken, those are my parts you’re playing. Now, I know damn well Papa isn’t intending on replacing me with a little tramp like yourself.”
Sodo. God-fucking-dammit. You were expecting him, so how did he get the upper hand?
“Let me up!” you demanded, your blood beginning to soak the linoleum below.
“Aw, now why would I do that?” he asked in a mocking manner. He truly hated you as much as you hated him... especially after you left him bald in a spot where his helmet hides, "I'm gonna make you pay for what you fucking did, (Y/N), and I ain't playing around."
Your guitar was getting quite squished underneath the force of Sodo pushing you to the floor. You writhed underneath the Ghoul, minutes passing by before you simply gave up. It wasn't without a fight, though. The amount of swears that left your bloodied lips was enough to make Lucifer blush.
Your heart hammered in your throat as you laid there submissively, the blood from your broken nose pooling underneath your cheek. You had the sensation to sneeze due to the sheer amount of blood, and you were lowkey afraid you were going to suffocate due to this position on the floor.
Tears pricked your eyes as anger lapped at your throat; words threatening to leave your lips in sentences you would regret. You just laid there though, waiting for the right moment to give Sodo some equal beatings.
A smirk crossed Sodo's lips as he knelt, straddling your legs; his hips hovering inches away from your rear and keeping you completely pinned.
His claws pressed into your nape, his tail moving to coil around one of your wrists and hold it to your back. It was a degrading, uncomfortable position he had you in, and you just wanted to rip his throat out with those fangs of yours. And, you just couldn't hold those words back anymore...
“When I get out of this, I’m going to fuck you up!” you hissed as your arm was bent into such an unnatural position by Sodo’s tail, “Better believe it! It'll be worst than your fucking hair next time!"
Despite how much you fucking hated Sodo, the straddling as he held you down… did something to you. Fuck, what was wrong with you? You'd never been known to be turned on by being beaten, yet here you were.
Sodo let out a dark, amused chuckle, leaning down until his masked face was inches from your ear. His breath was hot against your skin as he tightened his grip, his tail flexing to twist your wrist just a little more, enough to make you gasp.
"Oh, promises, promises," he purred, voice dripping with mock sympathy.
His free hand trailed down your spine, claws barely grazing fabric before stopping just above your hips. He was sizing you up. This was more than your usual physical fights. He was as into this as you were.
Bastard. Absolute bastard.
You suddenly felt Sodo’s cold hands rest along the small of your back as those devilish words left his lips. The pad of his thumb massaged the area above your tail bone. Such lewd intentions.
It was palpable. Tangiable.
“If you just wanted to fuck me, you could’ve just asked instead of breaking my nose,” you pointed out as the pain began to set in; the adrenaline rush fading.
Sodo let out a scoff, his fingers moving to grip your hips, claws digging into your flesh; he was always rough—in more ways than one. He was cruel to all the Ghouls, but he was downright vicious with you. It was a special brand of hatred.
"Oh, pardon me, your highness," he sneered. "I'll be sure to make a note for next time. Perhaps I'll be extra tender with you when I bend you over.”
You squeaked in surprise at that phase. What a jerk! He was so arrogant— so sure you'd let him just fuck you!
But, he was right. There was something… something about fucking someone that you despised more than anyone. It was very hot.
“Shut the hell up, Sodo,” you growled, the blood from your nose accumulating into an impressive puddle and affectively staining your cheek a crimson red and dark brown shade. The smell of rust rose into the practice room.
"Or what?" he growled back, giving your hip a rough squeeze. "What are you going to do, (Y/N)? Look at you—helpless. Powerless. You're lucky I'm going as easy as I am on you. You deserve to be fucked senseless by my brothers and I, the way you treat me."
He pressed closer, grinding his hips against your ass with a dark chuckle as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.
"All bark, no bite. That's you, isn't it? You're just a big pussy."
“Fuck you!” you snapped back while mustering all of your power to twist yourself onto your back. Quickly, with no regards for anything, including your own safety, you dug your knife-like fangs into Sodo’s shoulder; immediately tasting blood.
Oh, blood. How it can be such a lust builder is beyond you. The second you tasted that sweet, thick blood, you became just as aroused as Sodo was. It was evident by the huge boner in his tight, black jeans. He hated me as much as you hated him, and the only way to prevent the two of you from killing one another in this moment was to become one.
Sodo's head snapped back in pain; a low, guttural curse leaving his lips as your fangs broke skin. Without hesitation, the much stronger guitarist twisted his arms in a very unnatural angle, slamming you back down on the floor, on your back this time instead of your stomach.
He was panting, staring down at you with an expression that was equal parts pain and lust. A smirk made its way across his lips as he gripped your jaw, tilting your head back to bare your neck.
You both said nothing in this moment. You were both beaten and bleeding; your nose beginning to clot and crust over. Sodo’s shoulder, gushing that pristine red liquid. The wind was also slightly knocked from your lungs due to Sodo slamming you into the floor.
It was oddly intimate.
You suddenly felt Sodo’s thumb on your pulse point; your yellow eyes staring up into his. No one moved. No one made a sound. You felt as if you had stopped breathing altogether.
The silence stretched between you—tense, electric. His thumb pressed harder against your pulse, feeling the way your heartbeat stuttered under his touch. His smirk widened, sharp fangs glinting in the dim light.
"Look at you," he murmured, voice rough. "All that fire, and now you're just… still."
His free hand trailed down your side, claws catching on fabric before gripping your thigh; hard enough to bruise.
"Tell me, princess," he breathed, leaning in until his lips nearly brushed yours. "Do you want me to fuck you?"
You blinked a few times, your eyes hazy in this moment. You knew if you said ‘no,’ Sodo would stop. He wasn’t a monster. He was a dominating Ghoul that made sure everyone in the band knew who was in charge. But, he wasn’t a monster.
“I’m too prideful to say yes,” you admitted softly, your arm reaching up and wrapping around his wrist; his digit still pressed against your essential artery.
Sodo let out a low, amused hum, like he'd already known that would be your answer. His thumb stroked your pulse once, slow, deliberate, before he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your lips.
"Then don't say it," he murmured, voice dripping with dark amusement. "Just take it."
And with that, he crushed his mouth against yours—not a kiss, not really. It was a claim. Taking what the bastard believed to be his. Claiming the body of the one he hated most. Teeth clashing, tongues fighting, blood and hate and lust all tangled together in one brutal, perfect moment.
Because, if you wouldn't ask for it, he'd just take it.
And you'd let him.
You hissed in pleasure as your lips locked. There was so much sexual electricity in this moment. Your hate, intertwining into such a lust. Such a strong, manipulative lust. A lust that would even make you fuck Sodo. Oh, Lucifer, you've fallen so far.
Your fingers intertwined with Sodo’s blond hair; deepening this hate-filled kiss. You held back a slight giggle as your finger grazed that bald spot you'd created. Serves him right.
Sodo growled into the kiss, his grip tightening on your thigh as he yanked you flush against him—no space left between you, no room for hesitation. His other hand tangled in your hair, pulling just hard enough to make you gasp against his mouth.
"Pathetic," he muttered, though his voice was ragged, breathless. "Look at you, needing me. Disgusting."
His claws dragged down your side, tearing fabric as he went, leaving stinging marks in their wake. He wanted you marked, ruined, so everyone knew that he had managed to get into (Y/N)'s pants. He had managed to claim (Y/N) when no one else could.
You growled and leapt up, tackling Sodo to the ground suddenly; shifting the role of dominance. Your lips immediately latched to the fire-ghoul’s neck; leaving aggressive bruises. Your tail lashed behind you; your wrists wrapping around Sodo’s to keep him down.
“Fuck you, and fuck the way you make me feel,” you hissed while licking the small spot behind his ear, eliciting goosebumps on the larger Ghoul, as well as a few breathy moans, “I have never, in my entire life, dealt with someone I hate as much as you. You live to make my life an absolute shit show. I hate you, Sodo.”
Sodo let out a sharp, startled laugh, half amusement, half arousal, as you flipped him onto his back. His wrists flexed under your grip, testing your strength, but he didn’t fight back. Not yet.
"Oh, finally," he purred, baring his throat as you bit and licked at his skin. "There’s that fire I love to smother. Let's see what you've got, princess.
His tail coiled around your thigh, dragging you flush against him, his hips rolling up to grind against yours with deliberate slowness.
"Go on then," he taunted, voice dripping with challenge. "Fuck me, if you think you can."
You laughed in anger while quickly unclasping your belt. You chucked it across the room, the metal landing on the floor with a loud bang, and yanked your pants down. Without hesitation, you forced your pussy down on Sodo’s lips; grabbing his horns and using them as leverage to ride that arrogant face of his.
“You’re going to make me cum, and then once that happens, you’re going to fuck me. Got that, asshole?” you demanded, putting all the months of knowing this jerk into your hip movements.
Sodo’s mouth was completely covered by your wet, eager pussy, so no words could come to answer your taunts of dominance. All he could do was lap at your leaking cunt.
"You're so much more enjoyable when you're not talking, and instead, worshipping my pussy. Such a good boy you are," you groaned while putting all your weight down on Sodo's face, likely suffocating him, or at the bare minimum, forcing his teeth in.
Sodo’s hands flew to your hips, claws digging in as he yanked you down harder against his mouth—no mercy, no hesitation. His tongue worked ruthlessly, lapping at your folds with a precision that made your thighs tremble.
He couldn’t speak, sure, but he could growl—a low, vibrating sound against your skin that sent shocks of pleasure straight to your core.
And when you tried to pull back in order to get better leverage on the guitarist's horns, his grip tightened, keeping you right where he wanted you.
Because even like this—even with you on top, Sodo was still in control.
Instead of fighting it, you used Sodo's grip to your advantage.
You suddenly grounded your hips down on his face as you felt flickers of an oncoming orgasm begin to wrack your walls. It wasn't here yet, but if that forked tongue of Sodo's kept up that work, it would definitely happen soon.
“I bet you love the taste of my cunt, you stupid fucking man,” you continnued, growling as you noticed Sodo’s moans vibrating through your pussy, “Never tasted pussy as good as mine before. Men are so fucking easy.”
You hoped you were making Sodo feel like a piece of garbage in this moment. He deserved to be treated like dirt after all the crap he's put you through these last few months. If you had your way, Sodo would fully suffocate on your cunt, then, you'd be free of him, and cum all in the same day. Sounds like paradise.
Sodo's eyes flicked up at your words, narrowing. For a moment, he actually pulled back… just far enough to snap his teeth at you. It was a clear threat; a warning.
He'd tolerate a lot, from you, but he wouldn't be spoken to like that. Not by you, who he hated more than anything. Little brat, thinking you have the advantage point here. He was about to change that dynamic permanently.
So, he decided in a split second that the best way to shut you up was with his member, not his mouth. Enough oral... time to get serious.
In one swift movement, Sodo twisted you onto your back. You were suddenly beneath him, his entire weight pinning you down.
You growled and struggled, a mewl leaving your lips as the pleasurable stimulation of your clit suddenly stopped. Your face, covered in blood from your shattered nose, stared up at Sodo with pure lust, “You weren’t done down there, you bastard.”
Sodo smirked at that, his eyes dark and dangerous. He leaned down, his face hovering just above yours, his breath hot against your skin.
"Who said I was done? I just needed something to shut you up."
His hand slid up your body, his touch rough and possessive. His fingers wrapped around your throat, not enough to cut off your breath but enough to make you feel a little claustrophobic.
"You talk too much, (Y/N)," he murmured, his voice dark and mocking. "Time to put that pretty mouth of yours to better use."
You groaned pleasurably as Sodo squeezed at your windpipe. Before you could even react, Sodo leapt to his feet and quickly discarded his pants; joining yours in the pile across the room. Then, just as fast, the Ghoul dropped back down to his knees, his legs resting on either side of your forehead.
You stared up as he tapped his cock against your lips. It was surprisingly large for such a short Ghoul. Thick, too, and uncut. Hmm, your first uncut cock. Sodo actually gave off uncut vibes, now that you thought of it.
You parted your lips immediately; your face flushing from embarrassment over the whole thing. You never imagined you'd be getting face fucked by this jerk-of-a-Ghoul, but here you were. Were you proud of it? Absolutely not.
Sodo let out a low, satisfied hum as you obeyed without hesitation, his cock sliding past your lips with ease. His grip on your throat tightened just slightly, a silent command to you to stay exactly where you were as he rocked his hips forward, forcing himself deeper.
"Good girl," he purred, voice dripping with condescension. "Finally found something to shut you up. And look at the way you take it. So good."
His free hand tangled in your hair, guiding his movements—not that you needed much encouragement. You hated him, but dear Lucifer, you were good at this.
And he loved that.
The way he could just slide his cock into your moist, tight throat. The way you just laid there and let the guitarist have his way with you. It was poetic. It was perfect. Sodo thought to himself in this moment, that he needs to piss you off more often.
As long as he could do this again.
Your throat squelched with every movement from the Ghoul. The sharp thrusts seemingly made your eyes bulge with every movement; your gag reflex tested at every turn. Thanks to all the dick you've sucked in your days, you'd already mastered the art of timing your breaths in accordance to the movements of your partner. So, Sodo could hypothetically do this for as long as he wanted.
Sodo groaned, his hips stuttering as your throat yielded to him so perfectly. His claws tightened in your hair, his tail lashing behind him—he was getting so damn close.
"Fuck—just like that," he gritted out, voice rough. "Take it, you little shit. Take my fucking cock."
His thrusts grew erratic, his grip on your throat flexing as he fucked into your mouth with abandon.
And then—with a sharp, guttural growl—he came, spilling down your throat with a satisfaction that bordered on vicious. Marking you. Making you his.
He didn’t pull out right away. No, Sodo held himself there, making sure you swallowed every last drop.
Because even in pleasure, he was cruel.
And you loved it.
Like, really loved it.
You cringed as you felt the warm seed spill down your throat, coating it entirely. Your belly felt full after. It was a strange, yet comforting sensation.
You'd had rough partners before. To name a few, Aether, Papa Terzo, and even sweet Sunshine had been quite rough in bed (Sunshine, obviously being the most surprising of the bunch). But nothing hit quite like this.
Sodo let out a pleased hum as he slid out, his hand moving from your hair to your chin, lifting it so you'd stare up at him. Cum dribbled from your lips as a few stray coughs escaped. His thumb smeared through the seed on your lips, and he gave you a wicked smirk.
"Look at you," he crooned, his voice a dark purr. "Such a mess. All it took was a little force, and you were on your knees, taking everything I gave you. Pathetic. You're so goddamned pathetic."
You wiped the back of your hand across your lips, rolling your eyes. You had no comeback, though. He was right. You could've said no. You hate the fire-ghoul more than anyone else you'd met in this life, yet you let him screw your throat.
Sodo leaned down, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered,
"Now, let’s see if you can handle the rest of me."
In one swift motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, his claws digging into your hips as he positioned himself behind you. You landed with a groan, the air knocked from your lungs.
No more teasing. No more games.
Just hate. Just lust.
Sodo didn’t waste another second—he sheathed himself inside you in one brutal thrust, his claws biting into your hips as he dragged you back onto him. It burned slightly, but nothing too bad. It even drew a small groan of pleasure from your lips; your eyes slamming shut.
"Fuck, still so tight," he growled, his voice ragged. "Like you were made for this."
His hips snapped forward, setting a punishing pace from the start. No mercy. No gentleness. Just the raw, filthy friction of two people who hated each other, no... two people who desperately needed each other, more than air.
His tail coiled around your thigh, yanking your leg up higher to sink even deeper, his breath hot against your shoulder as he muttered,
"Come on, (Y/N). Show me how much you hate me."
You moaned pure filth as Sodo’s hips snapped into yours; your face flushed in pleasure. Taking him doggy was one of the most pleasurable, yet humiliating ways you'd ever taken a cock before, but goddamn, it felt good. It was obvious Sodo had taken a lot of pussy in his day.
He knew all the spots-- the g, of course, which most male partners had an incredibly-hard time looking for. Every movement tormented your innards with wave after wave of pleasure. Plus, as this dominating pace, the guitarist's balls kept swinging forward, creating friction against your clit. Pure bliss. Pure heaven... ironic, considering you are both demons.
Sodo let out a dark, breathless laugh at your moans, his claws raking down your back as he pounded into you, each thrust sharp enough to make your vision blur.
"That’s it," he snarled, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Sing for me, little Ghoulette. Let the whole fucking ministry hear how well I ruin you."
Sodo's hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back as he leaned over you, his teeth grazing your shoulder.
"Bet you’ve never been fucked like this before," he taunted, hips never slowing. "Bet no one’s ever made you scream like I do."
You only responded with sweet little squeaks as he pounded you into the night. For once, you were speechless. You couldn't shoot back a retort even if you wanted to.
And the worst part?
He was right.
Your claws dug into the floor below; your tits bouncing with each thrust. Sodo reached forward and aggressively squeezed your tits, eliciting a pained hiss from your lips. You were seeing stars; your legs shaking like crazy. Your stomach burned with the heat of an oncoming orgasm.
"That's what I thought," he growled, his lips brushing your ear. "Can't even talk back anymore. Just a mindless, desperate whore for my cock."
You suddenly mewled as you reached your climax. Your arms gave out from beneath you, and suddenly, your chin slammed against the floor. You didn’t even feel the pain due to your earth-shattering orgasm; fireworks exploding in your lower belly as your body tensed up. Your pussy clenched and unclenched at such a rapid rate, causing a few deep moans to leave Sodo.
The Ghoul's grip on your hips turned bruising, his thrusts turning erratic—desperate, even.
"Fuck... fuck!" he snarled, his voice breaking as he buried himself deep one last time, spilling inside you with a groan that was almost pained.
For a moment, he stayed there, panting against your back, his claws flexing against your skin, leaving subtle red claw marks in their wake.
Then, with a dark, exhausted chuckle, he pulled out, leaving you a trembling, ruined mess beneath him.
"Pathetic," he murmured, though his voice lacked its usual bite.
You couldn't even respond. You were too tuckered out.
The last thing you felt before slipping into a light sleep (likely caused from bloodloss from your nose, as well as that aggressive breeding), was the sound of Sodo getting re-dressed, and his boots echoing across the floor as he left.
That asshole left you like that.
And the cycle continues. You'd be sure to get him back.
This is the first time I've made a request let's hope I don't get jumped
I HAVE to know how you think the ghoul/ghoulettes feel abt period sex *twirls hair*
Heyyyy!!! Sorry for the late ass response,,, I have been exceptionally busy and lowkey having writers block! Here I am to (finally) fulfill your request!
However, I am unfortunately not aware of the new Ghoul/Ghoulette personalities, so I will only be including Papa IV’s era!
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How the Ghouls and Ghoulette’s feel about Period Sex 🩸✨
Headcanon
Ghoul/Ghoulette x Fem!Reader
TW: Period Sex; Mentions of Blood (obviously); Mommy Kink; Bloody Oral; Bloodlust; Chasing; Strap-On; Multiple Orgasms.
🔞NSFW🔞
MDNI!!!
Sodo✨
Sodo made it abundantly clear from the day you and him began to mess around, that he was down for anything: toys, making sure you cum first, and even allowing you to peg him whenever you wanted.
So, you never understood why period sex was so nerve-wracking. You’d always put off a good fuck, even if you needed it, just to avoid the conversation of period sex. Perhaps it was the negative connotation your previous partners had stigmatized to the topic. Or perhaps you were afraid that Sodo would think you were disgusting.
Frankly, it was the opposite.
Sodo clasped your hands in his, the calloused digits bringing you immense comfort. Staring at you through those metallic eyeholes of his mask used to be haunting, but now it brought you familiarity and comfort.
“There’s something on your mind, my flower,” the Ghoul concluded, causing you to flinch at the concept that Sodo could read your thoughts, “Share them with me. I am your partner, and I care about you, blossom.”
A pit filled your stomach. Would he find you weird? Would he leave you for wanting something so… disgusting? It was now or never, though, and Sodo was right— you were his partner. You should feel comfortable enough to confide in him about these things.
You squeezed the Ghoul’s hands and sighed, “It has to do with our sexual… activities.”
Sodo’s tail flicked fearfully, “You’re not breaking up with me, right?”
“Oh, Gods no, Sodo,” you gasped while abandoning his hands and clasping his mask in your grasp, “Never, ever! Satan himself will have to yank me from your arms. I love you!”
“I love you too, flower,” the fire-ghoul exhaled in relief, his heart slowing to a normal beat again.
Now or never…
“The thing is… would you be opposed to potentially… uh,” you grumbled over your words, unsure as to what exactly to ask.
Sodo waited patiently.
“Would you be opposed to period sex?”
Sodo grinned underneath his mask, a husky giggle echoing through the cathedral walls, “Is that what you’ve been so worried to ask me?”
“Yes,” you blushed in embarrassment, “I’m worried you’ll think I’m disgusting for wanting something like that.”
“There’s nothing in this world about your body that is disgusting,” Sodo replied while placing a clawed hand on your thigh, “I want to take you, bleeding or not. I am obsessed with every aspect of you. Periods are normal, blossom, and that does not disgust me in any way.”
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Aether✨
Aether was shockingly very inexperienced with female-related sex. Although he was bisexual, the quintessential-ghoul leaned more often to other men, which is what delayed his experience.
Presenting the idea to him caused the Ghoul’s cheeks to light up in embarrassment over the question. But, he was willing to listen.
“I’m unsure of how it would work,” he nervously stated while staring down at your naked body; a towel underneath your bottom half to protect the duvet from being stained, “Will it hurt you?”
You giggled and looked at Aether with such love in your eyes. You appreciated the questions, because it showed that your partner really cared about you, and he wanted to learn in order to please you and himself as much as possible.
“No, silly. It won’t hurt me,” you teased while grabbing his larger hand and placing it on your thigh, “We don’t have to do anything that’ll make you uncomfortable. I’ve always wanted to try it, though.”
This is what made Aether perk up. You’d had countless partners; same with him. This was something the both of you could pop each other’s ‘cherries,’ in a sense. It would be the first for the both of you.
“Do I have to eat it?” he hesitates, not sure if he’s ready for that level of intimacy.
Again, you shook your head, “Your cock will do. Nothing more, nothing less.”
This seemed to reassure the guitarist. He had no more questions. All he wanted to do was dive in. And dive in he did… rather enthusiastically, too.
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Rain✨
Rain had a tendency to shock every partner he’d ever had in relations to sex. The shy and rather timid Ghoul was an absolute animal in bed. He was even willing to do stuff that you were rather unsure about.
This included period sex.
The Ghoul would grow quite feral. A bloodlust, almost. His eyes would grow all hazy, as if he had cataracts. Rain’s limbs would shake, and he would essentially go non-verbal.
The first time he ate you out on your period, he honestly scared you. The way he pinned you down; your legs held to the bed. The way Rain’s tongue darted out from his lips, and licked a giant strip up your labia. The way the water-ghoul was covered when he was finished.
His claws dug into your thighs as he forced an orgasm out of you; your lustful shrieks filling the room.
“R-Rain!” he forced out of you; his claws drawing blood from your plush thighs, your words just making him move all the faster.
This went on for quite some time. Rain was as hard as a rock, yet he didn’t chase his own pleasure. He was just inclined to taste you. Taste your blood.
After your 3rd orgasm, the familiar blues of Rain’s eyes began to poke through the hazy. His bloodlust was over. The bassist was back.
“W-What the fuck was that?” you sputtered and choked out while forcing his claws out of your thighs, “Y-You didn’t have to do all that. I know I l-love head, but you didn’t have to do that.”
Rain blushed slightly, running his thumb along his lips, then teasingly licking the pad of the digit, “Sweetheart, I wanted to do that. I’ve never tasted a bleed like that before. You’re so… sweet. Almost like a strawberry. I almost want to go back in for another taste…”
And so he did.
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Cumulus✨
You groaned slowly as the pianist plunged her fingers deep into your cunt. This was a drunken attempt to finally fuck the Ghoulette. She was absolutely ravaging, the way she took that crowd by storm with her professional keyboard skills, and gorgeous backup melodies. You’d always wanted a chance with her, and now you finally had it.
Cumulus purred like a kitten as your back arched; her two digits increasing to three as she fingered you in the dark.
“You like that, baby?” she cooed while bringing the fingers to her lips; licking them while staring into your eyes. All you could see was her yellow orbs in this deep darkness of the room.
Cumulus’ eyes blinked.
Blinked again.
“Babe? Are you on your period?”
Your heart dropped. She had just licked PERIOD BLOOD off her fingers.
“F-Fuck, I’m sorry, Cumulus!” you quickly apologized while rising from a laying position and grabbing your discarded shirt so the air-ghoulette could wipe her mouth and tongue on, “I didn’t realize it! I’m so sorry!”
The older ghoulette purred again and grabbed the shirt, graciously dabbing away her lips, “Don’t act so sorry, (Y/N). Shit happens, and you didn’t know. It’s totally okay.”
Your concern was she didn’t want to continue the activities. You wanted to be fucked.
“Are we done then?” you asked timidly while flicking on a lamp.
Cumulus’ entire hand was coated in slick blood— blood that she probably once believed was just wetness from your arousal.
“Honey, I plan on making you cum, blood or not. Now, lay back down and let your mommy get back to work,” Cumulus lightly commanded while pushing you back down by your chest; a few bloody fingerprints remaining in their wake.
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Cirrus✨
Cirrus was all about blood. So much so, that prior to intercourse, the pianist would beg you to run from her. A chase. It would activate her bloodlust, and would inevitably provide the best fuck for you.
So here you were, bare-ass naked, running through the woods and away from the dark ministry; blood slowly trickling down your thighs. You could hear footsteps quickly advancing.
You knew this meant in about 30 seconds, you’d be face-first in a pile of moldy leaves. Your ass up in the air. Cirrus’ strap leaving you thoroughly fucked.
And, that’s exactly what happened.
You screeched as 150lbs of Ghoulette collided with your back, forcing you to the ground. Cirrus gave you no time to recover before she plunged that strap into your acing pussy. No lube needed, with all that blood.
You screamed in pleasure, every thrust reminding you that Cirrus loved you, no matter what time of the month it was. Your exs needed to take notes.
“You take my cock so well,” she groaned while reaching around your waist and grinding her finger against your clit; eliciting such lewd moans from your lips as she slammed that strap-on into you, “Such a good girl for me.”
You mewled, feeling that familiar growth of pleasure in your loins. Orgasms were always coaxed out of you in the most pleasurable circumstances on your period. Cirrus knew how to make a woman feel good.
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I know I missed Mountain, Aurora, Phantom, Swiss (lowkey won’t write for him anymore sorry not sorry), but it is 5 in the morning. I’ve been writing this all night and i’m excited to get it out. I’ll do a part 2 with the other ghouls if anyone is interested, but here’s this part for now!
Normally I don’t get political on any of my social media things. But if you support Donald J Trump. Then kindly unfollow me and block me. This is not a Trumpy safe space. I can’t stand that fucker and seeing how we have him for another four years…im not gonna have it. So if you support him. Kindly launch yourself into the stratosphere 😀
You piss Sodo off, and he has the perfect punishment lined up for you.
🔞MDNI🔞
TW: Public Humiliation; Collaring; Dry Humping; Rough!Dom Sodo; Hate Fucking (if you squint).
Word Count: 8,981
As the newest Ghoulette in the ministry, as well as the newest air-ghoul to join the ministry's social program, 'Ghost,' you faced a lot of setbacks. Such setbacks included having a difficult time making friends. All of the Ghouls already had their little groups (Sodo, Phantom, and Swiss. Or Aurora, Cumulus, and Cirrus), and you just didn't fit anywhere.
You would do anything to fit in, even taking stupid advice from a certain playful Ghoul.
A certain playful Ghoul who went by the name of Phantom.
"Dude, you know what would make everyone laugh?" the guitarist asked while plopping down on the couch beside of you, directly before a ritual with thousands of starstruck fans, "Untune Sodo's guitar right before his 'Respite on the Spitalfields' solo. Everyone loves a good prank."
Your face paled underneath your mask and balaclava, your head shaking side-by-side in clear dislike, "Heck no, Phantom! That sounds like a terrible idea! Pranking someone like Rain is one thing, but Sodo? You know he has a temper!"
"Hey, I'm just trying to help you," Phantom commented with a little shrug, his spade-tipped tail flicking in a nonchalant manner, "If you're ever wondering why no one in the ministry even blinks in your direction, it's because you don't know how to have fun."
You should've not let the Ghoul's words bother you, but you simply couldn't help it. The lack of attention that you were getting from your fellow Satanists was beginning to take a toll on you.
You wanted friends.
Badly.
"Seriously? Did you have to do something this stupid to get accepted into the pack?" you mumbled, a little vulnerability beginning to bleed through despite yourself.
Phantom shrugged, his fangs curved into an amused smirk, "I'm not telling you that you have to do it... but yes. I hid Papa's robes right before one of his sermons. Copia was forced to wear his Cardinal robes again... and he punished me severely... but hey, I have friends now.
"Aurora ended up rearranging Swiss' room due to the guidance of Cirrus. We all have to do something risky that'll get a kick out of the others if we wish to be welcomed into this little family."
You had a bad feeling about this. You were not a troublemaker and definitely weren't a prankster. You were a bit shy and timid, especially around Sodo.
He was the pack leader... the only man the fire-ghoul listened to was Copia...
This seemed too risky... but the wish to be accepted was a little stronger than your fears. Sodo was a grown Ghoul, he would get over it eventually, even if it did mean guaranteed punishments.
"Are you positive it'll get the others to like me?" you asked in a meek manner.
The quintessential-ghoul chuckled and wagged his tail enthusiastically, "Trust me, (Y/N), it'll work. I already like you more that you're considering it. Come on. Everyone has to do it."
That decided it. Those simple words leaving Phantom's lips.
'I already like you more that you're considering it.'
Shit.
"Fuck. Okay, I'll do it," you murmured lowly, your head lulling backwards as you fought an intense wave of anxiety, "However, if I get caught, I'm throwing you under the bus."
Phantom t'skd and shook his head, "Whatever helps you sleep at night, kid. Just don't forget to do it."
That night came very, very quickly. Perhaps it was because of how nervous you were. Songs seemingly blasted by, until it was time for that dreaded song. Sodo was hyped, per usual, but little did he know that the newest air-ghoul in his pack would ruin everything.
Sodo's solo was an absolute disaster. He played the notes perfectly, of course, but instead of being tuned to the D minor, it was in E major... it sounded outright disgusting.
Sodo's reddened eyes locked on you, and you knew you were done for. How the hell did the fire-ghoul know it was you who tampered with the tuning? How did he know?
You’d pissed the Ghoul off on so many levels, and now you were gonna pay.
The rest of the show went smoothly after one of the stagehands corrected the bad tuning, but that certainly didn't mean you were out from underneath the fire. You were screwed no matter what.
“Why the fuck did you have to publicly humiliate me, whelp!?” Sodo screamed at you while stomping into the Ghouls’ common room after the ritual had ended, “In front of the entirety of our fans! What the fuck is wrong with your head! Do you even think about things, or are you simply that desperate for attention?"
Fear coursed through your veins at the fire-ghoul’s words. It had been a dare… that’s all it was. A promise that you would find acceptance amongst the hard-to-please group.
“Sodo, I’m sorry. It was a dare… just a little prank,” you murmured timidly while keeping your head low, “Phantom told me everyone would accept me if I could prove I had guts. Make them laugh over something stupid like this.”
That seemed to make Sodo even angrier. “Your excuse is that you humiliated me because of a dare!?” He yelled, getting in your face as the air began feeling hotter.
“This is my reputation we’re talking about, (Y/N)! The entire ritual was ruined because of your stupidity!” His tail wrapped around your ankle, tugging you closer.
You stumbled forward as Sodo’s tail, which was as thick as a jungle vine, yanked at your limb. A little gasp left your lips as you wobbled and caught yourself before plummeting to the floor.
“I-I’m sorry, Sodo,” you stammered, actually beginning to grow terrified at Sodo’s reaction, “Phantom told me-“
Sodo interrupted you before you could come up with another excuse.
“Stop giving me excuses, you fool!” Sodo snarled, pinning you against the wall, “And don’t think pinning the blame on Phantom is going to get you out this. I know he probably put you up to it, but you’re the one who did it.”
His arms caged you into place, his body practically pressing against yours. “What the hell am I supposed to do with you?”
You trembled in between Sodo and this wall; your eyes wide with fear, unseen due to your helmet. You felt so small. So stupid. So naïve to think Phantom would actually want to help you.
“I-I’m sorry, Sodo,” you meekly whispered, your words barely audible.
Sodo could practically feel your body quivering against his own, and he almost felt a sense of satisfaction at your submissive state.
With his helmet on, he couldn’t even see your face, but if he had been able to… he would’ve seen the fear in your eyes so clearly. The fire-ghoul could smell it on you, and was it ever intoxicating...
“Sorry doesn’t even begin to cut it, whelp,” Sodo hissed, pushing himself against you more, “I think you’d look good in a leash and chain right now.”
What the fuck kinda punishment was that? What weird shit was Sodo into? Collars and leashes?
Huh. It could be worse, you supposed.
“A leash and chain?” you asked slowly, staring up into Sodo’s face, “You can’t be serious? I’m a Ghoul! That’s beyond…”
You were going to say ‘that’s beyond humiliating,’ but that wouldn’t be the right wording to appeal to Sodo. You had humiliated him… this was his payback.
Sodo chuckled at your response, pushing his weight harder against you and causing you to gasp.
“Oh yes, I am very serious,” Sodo murmured into your ear, “It’d only be fitting considering what you did to my guitar.”
The guitarist chuckled darkly before pulling away from you, giving the both of you some space. “Come on, kit.”
Your spade-tipped tail dipped in between your legs.
You were about to open your mouth to make some more weak excuses to try and weasel yourself out of this demeaning punishment, but that was when the rest of the Ghouls decided to take a convenient trip into the common room... led by Phantom.
The rhythmic guitarist simply smirked as he saw you and Sodo; the fire-ghoul looking legitimately angry, "Heh, good luck, (Y/N)! This is what you get for being an asshole to Sodo!"
"You act like you didn't tell me to do it!" you hissed, your eyes lighting up in hatred as Sodo wrapped a hand around your arm, pulling you back.
"Stand down," the guitarist hissed in your ear, causing Phantom and his accompaniment to chuckle in satisfaction, "You're already in deep enough shit. Keep your mouth shut."
Phantom just smirked, knowing what was going on, before sitting down on the couch. They would all get to witness this once Sodo was done. Every single Ghoul would see... your reputation successfully tarnished.
You followed Sodo, burning with anger. How could Phantom do this to you?
The fire-ghoul basked in your angered silence. Your reaction caused his tail to subtly sway as he paced down the halls, still holding onto your arm hard enough to leave little indentations.
You couldn't focus on anything, which caused a dissociation to lightly haze over your brain. You didn't snap out of it until Sodo stopped in front of a door.
It was his dorm.
Sodo led you into his bedroom, and as soon as the door was closed, he started rummaging in his closet.
“Come here.”
The lead guitarist held out a hand for you, his voice suddenly lower and more commanding, “Don’t even think about arguing with me right now, kit. I know you’re pissed at Phantom, but you got yourself into this mess… with me. And I am going to correct it.”
You sighed and took Sodo’s hand, your own hand shaking in fear. This fucking sucked, “I’m gonna beat the shit outta Phantom for this,” you murmured while stepping towards Sodo.
Sodo chuckled lowly, “You’ll have to get in line, first. No one humiliates me in front of thousands of fans and gets away with it. You made me look like a moron!"
His gaze trailed up your body, “And you shouldn’t have done it either. What’d you think would come out of it, whelp? What would you have possibly gained by messing up the most anticipated solo of our fanbase?"
“Phantom promised me friendship amongst the pack. He said I’d get accepted and I’d be able to start making connections in the band. I know you don’t care about my sob story, but acceptance is all I care about,” you murmured, slowly pulling your Ghoul helmet off your face as Sodo motioned for you to do so.
Sodo hummed, taking your mask from your hands and setting it aside. He began slowly looking over your revealed face.
“You’re pretty desperate, aren’t you?” He sneered, his fingers gently tracing over your features, “Acceptance... Pathetic.”
You pulled your balaclava down and stared up at Sodo in annoyance, “It was promised to me! I know it was stupid, but I just want to be friends with everyone! Trust me, I won’t be making that mistake again… I won't trust any of you enough for that bullshit!"
Sodo chuckled, his fingers trailing down to the base of your neck. His hands remained gentle as he continued studying your face.
“Acceptance does sound nice, doesn’t it? Too bad that’s not how the pack works, whelp.”
His fingers tugged at the top of your collared shirt, as if silently telling you to take it off.
Your eye twitched as a wave of anxiety hit your stomach. On top of collaring you, he wants you to take your shirt off? Great…
You huffed and slowly pulled your uniform off your body, your bra as dark as the night in comparison to your fair skin.
Sodo chuckled again, his eyes trailing slowly down your now exposed torso. He couldn’t help but appreciate the view. You’re a very beautiful Ghoulette...
“Oh there’s a good girl,” he hummed, gently guiding you backwards until your legs hit the edge of his bed. “Sit down, (Y/N), and don’t move.”
You mumbled incoherently while plopping down on the bed; your face flushing as Sodo took you in like a horse drinking water. It was embarrassing. You didn’t like being looked at like this.
Sodo chuckled at your embarrassment. That look was just too cute. He took in the sight of your pretty blushing face before making his way over to the closet, where he pulled out a small bag.
He sat down next to you on the bed, opening the bag to pull out a collar. It was thin, with a nice silver buckle; black as night. There was also a matching leash.
“You’re not seriously going to put that on me right?” you grumbled while staring at the collar, leash… and a wired muzzle??? That was too much…
Sodo’s eyes narrowed, “Are you seriously questioning me?” he shot back. “Yes, I am going to strap every single one of these pieces onto you.”
He leaned a bit closer to you, his voice lowing into a dark growl, “And if you try to complain, I’ll add more to the pile. Understand, whelp?”
An unknown sensation wracked your stomach. You felt… a bit sick. Regretful… big time regretful.
Why did you have to listen to Phantom?
Now you were gonna get walked around like a fuckin’ mutt... in front of everyone in the ministry.
“Understood,” you grumbled, your eyes dark as you stared up at Sodo.
A grin stretched across Sodo’s face. “Good girl,” he hummed, reaching for the collar and sliding the leather around your neck.
He made sure the fit was just perfect and not loose at all. He’d definitely be yanking you around a lot, and he wanted to make sure the collar didn’t slip off your throat.
You slammed your eyes shut as Sodo strapped the collar around your neck. It was a bit tight, but you could still breathe okay.
Next, he reached for the wired muzzle, taking your chin in his hand to keep you still as he began strapping it to your head.
The muzzle was uncomfortable. It dug into your skin painfully, and it was actually pretty heavy. This was somehow the worst part of it all. The leash and collar was one thing, but the muzzle was just demeaning. Your fangs… held back by wire.
Sodo chuckled darkly at your obvious discomfort. He loved seeing you like this, and he was glad his idea to force you to wear these kinds of things came to mind.
He took a few moments to admire his handiwork before standing up. He held the leash in his hand, giving it a sharp tug for you to stand up.
You grumbled and quickly got to your feet. Goosebumps flowed over your exposed torso due to the cold air in Sodo’s room.
“I know you ain’t about to take me around this ministry lookin’ like this,” you grumbled, wrapping your hand around the leash as you looked up at Sodo, “That’s dehumanizing.”
You weren’t a human, but ‘deghoulizing’ isn’t a word…
Sodo rolled his eyes, “I’m fully aware of that, whelp,” he replied. “That’s the point. You humiliated me in front of a sold-out stadium of our fans. I’m humiliating you in front of the rest of the pack. It’s payback.”
He gave the leash a sharp tug, forcing you to stumble forward and right into him; a growl leaving your throat.
“Now come on. Let’s go for a little walk.”
Your fangs poked out from your lips. The urge to punch Sodo in the throat was so strong. The urge to punch Phantom in the throat was even stronger.
You walked behind Sodo, the humiliation burning you up like a thousand suns as the two of you approached the Ghoul common room. You could hear their voices inside.
When Sodo walked into the common room again, holding your leash, all the Ghouls looked up at the pair of you. It was quite the sight.
All of them looked slightly amused at your current state, but they also looked a little taken aback. None of them spoke up, but Phantom’s eyes were practically glowing.
“Well, Sodo,” he spoke up, his voice almost cheerful. “I see you have (Y/N) on a leash, hm? Perfect punishment for what she’s done.”
“It’s fuckin’ your fault!” you screamed angrily while stepping forward and staring at Phantom, “If you would’ve have lied to me, this wouldn’t be happening! You’re cruel! Absolutely cruel!”
Phantom couldn’t help but smirk, clearly amused by your outburst. The other Ghouls chuckled lightly at your response.
Sodo, on the other hand, didn’t look happy with your retort. He tugged on the leash, forcing you to stumble back and fall against his chest.
“If you keep speaking out, I’ll add a ball gag to this list,” he warned. “You’re already wearing a muzzle, don’t push it.”
Your face contorted with dislike at Sodo’s threat. You nodded slowly and dipped your head, feeling a bit nauseous. You fucking hated the two guitarists. After all of this was over, you'd definitely be reporting them to Papa Copia, or even Sister Imperator. Who knows if they'd even care, though.
“Sorry, Phantom,” you grumbled lowly, obviously trying to hold back an angry outburst.
Phantom chuckled and gave you a dark smirk, clearly enjoying your punishment. This was all too sweet.
Sodo tugged at the leash again, “Apologize to me, too. Don’t forget who’s holding your leash right now.”
You gasped as Sodo pulled at your collar, your eye twitching.
“I’m sorry, Sodo,” you continued through clenched teeth, your arms wrapping around your bare chest in clear dislike of everything happening.
Sodo chuckled and gave you a condescending pat on the head for the apology.
“Good girl,” he hummed, keeping you close to his side as he sat back down in his seat. “I think we’ll spend a good chunk of time here, so make yourself comfortable.”
He gave a light tug on the leash, forcing you to sit down on the floor.
You stumbled to your knees, wincing as they came into contact with the hardwood floor below. Sodo was standing directly in front of you; your eyes glued to his boots as you stayed silent.
With you on the floor now, Sodo took the opportunity to give the leash a few light tugs, silently commanding you to move forward a bit more.
The other Ghouls took note of this, watching with slight interest. Phantom looked the most intrigued by your current state; his tail lashing around in focused interest.
Sodo continued to tug you forward until you were situated right in between his legs. He let out a low hum as he patted his thigh, indicating he wanted you to lean against him.
“Sodo, come on. This has gone too far,” you grumbled, your face directly in between his legs, “I’ve learned my lesson. Nothing like what happened at the ritual will ever happen again. Please just take the leash off… this is so embarrassing."
Sodo chuckled, his fingers gently weaving into your hair as he began playing with it.
“Oh, I know this is an embarrassing position, whelp,” the guitarist said, “But the lesson needs to sink into your pretty skull. I need to make sure you’ll remember not to do anything stupid ever again.”
The fire-ghoul gave the leash a harder tug this time, “Now sit up against my leg.”
You wheezed, the tight collar tugging at your throat. With no other option in sight, you groaned and leaned your head onto Sodo’s thigh, your eyes locked on his face. They were burning with clear dislike at this situation.
You wanted to punch that smug look right of the lead guitarist's face.
Sodo chuckled at your look of clear anger and distaste. Your face was so cute when you were mad, and Sodo couldn’t help but taunt you.
Suddenly, his boot gently knocked against your side. He clearly wanted you to stretch out more, to lie your torso against his leg more.
You gasped and quickly adjusted your positioning to the way Sodo wanted it. Your breathing was uneven as you heard the Ghoulettes giggle; your eye twitching once again.
Sodo chuckled as he saw you obeying so easily. The Ghouls had begun watching you intently, clearly enjoying your current state. A lot of them were giggling, seeing you look so meek and pathetic.
As for Sodo, he gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders, keeping you practically held against him. He was definitely taking advantage of this situation.
"Stop fuckin' egging them on," you hissed as Sodo's hand lightly caressed your chest, his slim finger flicking against your hardened left nipple through your bra in a teasing gesture.
Sodo chuckled once more, a wicked gleam in his eye. He gently tightened his grip on your shoulder when he heard your little comment.
“Keep that mouth shut, or I really will silence you.”
He ran his fingers through your hair. All of the other Ghouls snickered and chuckled at the little exchange, enjoying the show that was unfolding before them.
You grumbled, your eyes lazily staring up at Sodo.
It felt like hours had passed, when in reality, you'd only been leaning against the guitarist for a little over 30 minutes. The rest of the Ghouls eventually got bored of this spectacle and started playing video games, or even left to their dens to sleep for the night.
You were drifting to sleep at this point; your legs completely numb from being in this position for so long.
Considering circumstances, Sodo's thigh wasn't a half-bad pillow.
Sodo had finally taken notice of your heavy eyes and dazed look, and it only took a few moments for him to realize that you were getting tired.
The Ghoul hummed, gently running his fingers over your shoulder once more.
“You look tired,” he said, quietly so the other Ghouls wouldn’t hear.
“Mhm,” you hummed lightly, slowly opening your eyes, which were glazed over with sleepiness, “A bit…”
Sodo chuckled. You looked absolutely adorable when you were tired like this. He gently patted the top of your head, like how he would pet an animal.
“I think I’ve made my point by now,” he mumbled so only you could hear. “I’m gonna take you back to my den. Get you all cleaned up. Can you get up?”
“Honestly… I can’t feel my legs,” you softly replied while carefully shifting, falling onto your ass off your knees. You grabbed onto Sodo’s thighs and slowly pushed yourself to your feet. Pins and needles. Fuckin’ ow!
“Yeah, I can walk,” you mumbled, shaking your legs slightly to try and stimulate blood flow and get rid of that overwhelming sensation of blood loss.
Sodo chuckled and grabbed your arm to hold you up, seeing you immediately stumble. He knew you weren’t quite ready to walk just yet.
“No you can’t,” the fire-ghoul teased as he kept a firm grip on your arm, “Your legs are just a little numb from sitting like that for so long. You’ll need to lean on me, (Y/N).”
“No thanks,” you mumbled while staring at his hand that was holding onto your arm, “I’d rather not after the night you just put me through. My reputation in this band is soiled, Sodo. The last thing I need is your help.”
Sodo huffed, his grip on your arm tightening a bit. “You don’t exactly have a choice either way,” he shot back, “You’re not going to be able to make it all the way back to my room without my assistance-- or anywhere at that. You can either lean on me, or I can make you crawl again. Your choice, darlin'.”
You grumbled and hesitantly fell into his side, allowing him to lead you as you leaned onto him, “Anything to avoid crawling like a damn dog.”
Sodo chuckled at your grumble as he started walking, easily guiding you down the corridor towards his room. He made sure to keep a firm hold on you, not that the Ghoul really needed to.
It took little time to get back to his room and he quickly closed the door behind the two of you. Sodo gently pushed you over to the bed, giving you a silent indicator to sit down.
You sat down and flopped backwards onto the bed. After doing a whole hour-and-a-half ritual, then staying up until 3am for your punishment… you were quite exhausted.
“Please tell me this bullshit is over with, Sodo. I just want to sleep,” you yawned loudly.
Sodo hummed, slowly approaching you as you laid back on the bed. He sat down next to you, his eyes tracing over your body again.
“Mmm… I’m not sure if it’s over just yet,” he replied, his fingers sliding up your legs. “Maybe I’ll keep that pretty new collar on you tonight.”
You groaned and looked up at him as his fingers teased your pants, not expecting that. So… he really was turned on by your humiliation. Interesting…
Sodo denied it earlier while he was collaring me to begin with... so this was some kind of dirty little secret of his.
“Really?” you asked in legitimate surprise.
Sodo chuckled as his hands continued to gently slide up and down your legs. “Oh, sweetheart,” he hummed, “The entire pack saw you. You in a collar, on your knees, right in between my legs… of course I enjoyed it. You looked gorgeous like that.”
You huffed, your face flushing. You didn’t want to enjoy that comment, but you couldn’t help it. The sight of you tonight was driving Sodo crazy, yet he hid it so well…
“Is that how you treat everyone you want to fuck?” you asked slowly, grabbing the muzzle and slipping it off your face. There were red lines highlighting where the muzzle was digging into your face for quite a long period of time.
Sodo chuckled, his hands gently sliding up higher to rest on your hips. He began slowly pulling your body closer to him, causing you to slide up against his own.
“Everyone I want to own,” the lead guitarist corrected, “And I definitely own you tonight, princess. No arguments.”
You huffed through your nose. This didn’t feel like a punishment anymore, yet you still had your sassy and annoyed demeanour due to what the guitarist had put you through tonight.
However, as Sodo’s body slid up against yours as he pulled you closer, you couldn’t stifle the gasp.
“No arguments here,” you mumbled softly, almost timidly.
Sodo’s chuckle grew deeper as he continued to pull your body against his, making sure his own was pressed tightly to yours. He could feel the heat of your body through your clothes, as well as from your exposed breasts, which were hardening against your bra once against from the contact.
It made something in Sodo's chest stir.
The Ghoul leaned a little closer, his lips gently brushing against your ear. “Are you too tired to keep going, princess? Are you going to chicken out on me, right before I get exactly what I want?"
“Nah,” you shivered, your eyes locking on Sodo’s face, “Not too tired for one round. I doubt I’d be able to go on for as long as you want, though. I am a bit sleepy.”
Sodo chuckled and gently nipped your earlobe. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep it quick then, hm?”
He leaned back a bit to look at you. “Arms up,” he instructed, already slipping his fingers under the bottom of your bra.
You slowly raised your arms to the sky, Sodo easily slipping your bra over your arms and tossing it somewhere in his room. You grabbed onto his shoulders lightly as you straddled his lap; a tired, yet intrigued look in your eyes.
Sodo hummed as you straddled his lap, his hands reaching out to lightly grip your bare hips. The fire-ghoul could feel the heat from your body on his legs, and it began to send a wave of slight excitement through him.
The guitarist leaned forward to place a trail of kisses up your neck, occasionally stopping to suck on your skin and leave a mark behind.
You gasped slowly, your eyes fluttering shut as Sodo left little love marks on your pale skin. Despite how much you wanted to hurt Sodo tonight, this made it worth it… almost...
“I’m still mad at you,” you mumbled, digging your claws into Sodo’s shoulders as you began to slightly swivel your hips.
Sodo chuckled against your neck as he continued to leave marks on your pale skin. He had no doubt that by tomorrow, you were going to be covered in them. At least he had you as his own for the time being.
The guitarist gripped your hips a bit harder as you began to rock against him, a low hum of approval escaping his throat.
“I know you’re still mad, princess,” Sodo responded, “You’ll get over it by morning.”
“Fuck that,” you grumbled while wrapping your arms around Sodo’s torso, pushing his face into your breasts, “You’re gonna have to do a lot to make me get over what happened. I’m so pissed, Sodo.”
Sodo chuckled against your chest as he nuzzled into your flesh. He gently nipped and bit at your skin, his hands beginning to guide your hips against his own. Feeling your warmth on him was already clouding his mind to some degree.
“Maybe I’ll have to buy your forgiveness, hmph?” he teased, “Get you something shiny.”
You laughed a little bit, your hands wrapping around your belt and quickly discarding it; laying it on the mattress beside Sodo's leg, “I like that idea. How about you buy yourself a shiny new collar and I can walk you around like a dog when you piss me off.”
Sodo’s breath shuddered as he felt you remove your belt, the sound of the metal clicking against his bed causing his skin to prickle. However, he wasn’t exactly pleased with your smartassed reply.
He pulled away from your chest, his eyes locking onto yours with an intense look. The guitarist suddenly shifted, forcefully flipping you onto your stomach and pinning you beneath him. The bed let out a slight creak.
“Don’t be a smartass,” the Ghoul mumbled as he began working at the button of your jeans; his arms wrapped around your hips so he could reach it. “You’re not the one in control here, princess.”
You groaned lightly, moving upwards so you were flush against Sodo’s chest as he swiftly and expertly undid your pants.
“You know I can’t help but be a smartass, Sodo. I like seeing you mad.”
This was a new side of you. Before tonight, you'd always been quiet and timid; afraid of your new Ghoul accompaniment. Sodo’s words and actions have changed you a bit.
Sodo chuckled. You being a smartass was one of the qualities he found both attractive and annoying about you. It both turned him on and gave him a headache; it just depended on what you decided to be a smartass about.
He quickly slipped your jeans off your legs, now only leaving you in your undergarments. The fire-ghoul shifted so he could sit himself in between your legs, his own pressed against yours.
“That habit of yours is going to get you into trouble someday,” Sodo muttered.
You softly grabbed Sodo’s thighs as he slotted himself between your legs; his knees pressing into the mattress below. You rubbed your thumbs on his clothed limbs, “I think tonight was enough trouble for a lifetime, Sodo.”
Sodo chuckled as he felt your hands gently rubbing his thighs. “Oh, I don’t know about that, hmph. I think there’s still more trouble I can get you into… at least once tonight.”
He gently lowered himself down on top of you, the lead guitarist's chest pressing against your back as he settled on top of you. He leaned his head down and began gently biting and sucking on your neck, as he began to roll his hips into yours.
The air was sucked back into your lungs as Sodo began to rock his hips into yours. Dry humping. Teasing you.
Asshole.
You gasped as you felt Sodo yank on that Lucifer-forsaken leash, suddenly reminding you that the collar was still around your neck.
“No teasing!” you snapped as you felt his hardening length rub against your panties, a blush on your face.
Sodo chuckled, his lips still against your neck, as he felt you gasp. “Mmm… are you trying to give me orders now, princess?” he hummed.
He gave the leash another sharp tug, causing the collar to dig into your neck. At the same time, he also grinded his hips right back into yours, pressing his clothed length right against you.
“I don’t think I’ve given you that power, hm?”
You gasped, your head pulling backwards as your back arched. You could feel Sodo’s length throbbing against his tightened jeans; the Ghoul's hands multitasking between tugging at your leash and pushing his pants down.
“I’ve already had enough punishments tonight, Sodo,” you whined while craning your head backwards so you could lock eyes with the Ghoul, “I deserve my reward!”
Sodo chuckled. He loved the way you were whining for him. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he found it cute. And the fire-ghoul wouldn’t admit that he was a sucker for those pretty eyes of yours, even before the two of you got this close.
He let go of the leash, though the guitarist made sure to keep it taut, and began working at his pants. “I suppose you do deserve a reward, princess,” he teased, “You were so well-behaved in front of the pack tonight.”
You hissed in annoyance as Sodo brought that up again. Anger festered in your stomach once again, but you kept your comments to yourself. You were this close to getting pounded and you didn’t want to ruin it by snapping at Sodo again.
“Yeah, whatever you say. I just want your dick. That’ll make it up to me,” you mumbled while side-eyeing the fire-ghoul, watching him discard his pants.
Sodo chuckled at your snarky response. You really knew how to get the better of him sometimes.
The guitarist lowered his body again, now only leaving his boxer briefs on as he settled back on top of you. “Is that right, huh?” he teased, “Just what I thought.”
You grumbled and lightly bucked your hips backwards to rub against Sodo as he settled back down, “Don’t act like you don’t want to sink inside of me, you jerk. Just do it and make both of our nights better.”
Sodo groaned as he felt you buck your hips back against him. The feeling of your skin against his still-clothed cock was beginning to become too much for him. You were right. He did just want to sink into that tight pussy of yours... make you his.
“You really are a smartass,” he muttered, “Fine. I’ll give you what you want, (Y/N), but don’t expect things to be gentle.”
At that, a small, sharp moan escaped as you felt a pair of fingers slip underneath the material of your underwear. A pair of cold Sodo’s fingers, that now gently dipped between your legs.
Your eyes squeezed shut as those slim fingers began to dip inside. Sodo was finally giving you some stimulation besides dry humping… thank Lucifer for that. You felt like you were going to die if he didn’t touch you.
“S-Sodo,” you whispered in pleasure while spreading your legs further apart, “Nnmghn… s-shit…”
Sodo continued to rub his fingers gently between your legs, a sly smile gracing his features as he watched you spreading them. He was pleased to hear you moaning for him again.
The guitarist lightly scissored apart your folds with his pointer and middle fingers; his digits immediately getting soaked.
“Are you enjoying yourself, princess?” he teased, “Is this what you want?”
“Your fingers can only do so much for me. You know what I want,” you grumbled, beginning to challenge Sodo as well as you could considering the position you were in beneath him.
Sodo chuckled. You were really testing his patience, hm? You were so incredibly desperate, but too proud to actually admit it. How cute.
The Ghoul leaned down close to your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine.
“Say it,” he lowly commanded, “Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”
A growl rumbled in your chest; your cheeks flushing from embarrassment. Sodo just wasn’t going to quit with this humiliation high he’s been on tonight.
“Fuck, Sodo. I don’t wanna say it,” you mumbled bashfully, a moan leaving your lips as his skilled fingers rolled over your clit, causing your eyes to bulge.
Sodo chuckled, the laugh being as smooth as silk, as he noticed your cheeks, and even ears, turning a deeper shade of red. He loved seeing your pride slowly chip away, and you slowly become more submissive for him.
“That’s not what I told you to do, (Y/N),” he reminded you while clicking his tongue in disappointment, “Come on. Be a good girl and use your words, hm?”
You sunk your fangs into Sodo’s pillow, immediately feeling feathers tickle over your tongue as you punctured it. Asshole… such an asshole!
“I want your dick, Sodo!” you shouted while grabbing at his wrist; his hand deep in my panties, “I want it now! There! I said it! Give me your dick!”
A pleased hum escaped Sodo’s throat as he finally heard the words he’d been wanting to hear. It was satisfying to hear you, especially after being such a brat all night, finally break down and ask for it.
He pulled away his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth and giving them a quick lick to clean them off. The lead guitarist pulled himself off of you, moving to get off the bed.
“Stay put, (Y/N),” he commanded before heading over to the dresser. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but you could hear shuffling. After a few moments, he finally returned to his position on top of you.
He leaned down and nipped your ear before speaking again, “You’re going to keep your legs spread for me, right?”
You squealed as you felt those fangs graze your skin and those dirty words leave Sodo’s lips. My pride was beginning to fizzle away into nothingness; your dignity slipping away.
“Yeah, definitely,” you mewled while letting the fire-ghoul slot in between your legs again.
Sodo chuckled as he got right back to where he had been a few moments ago, his lips against your ear. “That’s a good girl,” he praised, “You’re being so well-behaved now.”
You felt a hand reach down and grab the waistline of your panties, giving them a tug. “Lift up.”
You arched your back again and adjusted the weight on your knees to allow Sodo to swiftly pull your soaking panties from your lower half. You felt cold as soon as the garments were removed… that’s how wet you were.
Sodo felt a hint of a shiver run down his spine as he realized how wet you were. The Ghoul didn’t expect you to be that turned on and he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride at the thought that he was the cause of that. Sodo's fingers were the cause of that. Sodo's diabolical words were the cause of that.
That fucking collar and leash were the cause of that.
He quickly shifted, moving so his knees were right between your legs. There was a sudden shift in weight as Sodo leaned over you and began reaching for something.
You heard a small click, followed by faint squirting sounds. You were able to look back to see that Sodo was holding a familiar-looking bottle of lubrication. He had a sly smile on his face as he began to pour a good amount onto his fingers; pumping his cock in his hand.
“What? Am I not wet enough or something?” you asked while watching that smug smirk on Sodo’s face, “I promise you’ll have no trouble.”
Sodo chuckled. The amount of sass you still had was astounding. “No, princess, you’re plenty wet. It’s just nice to be thorough, hm?”
The lead guitarist pumped his dick a few more times to spread the lotion, feeling your eyes on him the whole time. He then tossed the bottle off to the side, not caring where it landed.
You nodded in agreement, shifting your head back to the forward position as Sodo prepared himself. That was sweet… he was dead set on making sure you didn’t have any pain throughout any of this. You doubted you would’ve anyway, but the thought was nice.
“Yeah, it is nice to be thorough. Thanks,” you mumbled with a small nod; appreciation evident in your tone.
Sodo smiled down at you, his expression seeming almost soft for a moment. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of something in his chest. Was it affection? Well, he could worry about that another time.
The fire-ghoul lowered himself a bit, his chest pressing up against your back, and he settled one arm on either side of your head, caging you in. Then, he gently placed a kiss against your cheek. “You’re welcome, princess,” he mumbled.
Sodo intertwined his fingers with your collar, forgetting the leash for a moment.
The feeling of his warm lips against your skin made your heart pound just a little harder than usual. He was acting so tender all of a sudden. Was this what it’s like to be with a fire ghoul? From absolutely unbearable to unexpectedly loving? Maybe this was just what it was like to hookup with Sodo.
You didn’t have time to dwell on it for long though as you felt Sodo press his chest into your back a bit harder.
You grunted in pleasure as you felt Sodo slowly slip inside. The stretch was immaculate… absolutely perfect. Sodo was a smaller Ghoul, unlike Mountain or Swiss, so his dick wasn’t going to hurt you too badly, but it also wasn’t going to leave you wanting more.
It was perfect in your humble opinion.
“A-Ah, yeah,” you whispered, arching your back into the Ghoul’s hips, “There you go…”
Sodo grunted and dug his head into the crook of your neck. He wanted to give you a chance to adjust before he started really going. Judging by how you were pressing back into him and the sounds leaving your mouth, you were enjoying himself. He took that as a sign to continue.
He quickly began rolling his hips, slowly, into yours, his breaths leaving his mouth in gentle bursts.
As Sodo rolled his hips into yours, you put all of your weight into your arms; your elbows bent to absorb the thrusts. It was too soon for you to get forced face-first into the mattress.
You also didn't want to give the fire-ghoul that satisfaction of fucking you blind. It hadn't even been a minute since he began fucking you. Nah, that would come later.
At every thrust, your body shook. Although Sodo was small, he was strong.
You nibbled your bottom lip; your eyes squeezed shut as Sodo finally began delivering you what you wanted. Despite how much you wanted to hide your pleasure, delicious moans began slipping from your lips.
Sodo hummed as he picked up the pace. He noticed how your weight was all being held up by your arms and it was beginning to get harder for you. The guitarist wasn’t exactly keen on you tiring yourself out so soon, so he figured he needed to get some more leverage on you.
Sodo suddenly grabbed the leash as it had been mostly lying forgotten and gave it a firm jerk.
You gasped, your head getting pulled backwards. Sodo began to angle his thrusts, using that leash as leverage. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head; a guttural moan slipping from your lips.
“Y-Yes… oh… fuck!” you screamed, the words coming out in time with Sodo’s thrusts. You were certain that the other Ghouls would be able to hear your screams, as well as skin slapping against skin through the thin walls, but you couldn't give less of a fuck.
You truly felt fantastic in this moment, tangled up in Sodo's arms, getting railed into the next dimension.
This angle was absolutely perfect. Sodo was slamming right into your g-spot, making the pleasure astronomical.
Sodo groaned, a slight smirk on his face as your words echoed through the small room. Such disgusting, vulgar language for such a new Ghoulette…
But, for the time being, he’d let it slide. At least you weren’t being a smartass about it. Usually whenever you shouted swears like this, it was because you were angry… especially at Sodo.
You were shy of course, but there had been moments since you were summoned that you'd lost your shit. These words weren't completely unorthodox when leaving your lips, but within context, these ones were.
“Does it feel good, princess? Do I get a ‘thank you’ for this?” he teased between heavy, laboured breaths; his dick sliding in and out of you like a piston.
Your arms wrapped around your torso as Sodo yanked at that leash again, practically pulling you from your stomach on that mattress and onto your knees. Your breasts bounced gorgeously, causing the lead guitarist's eyes to bulge.
“You’re… such… an asshole!” you huffed, drool dribbling down your lips and dotting over your bouncing breasts, “I a-ain’t gonna… thank you!”
Sodo chuckled at that. Even in a position like this, you were still as bratty as ever. He figured he should still try, at least a little. And a little punishment might be necessary as well.
The Ghoul suddenly halted the movement of his hips; a low groan leaving his lips as he did. “You really aren’t going to thank me?” he asked, “Not even after all of this?”
An annoyed moan left your lips as you craned your neck; locking eyes with the fire-ghoul. Anger was in your face as you wiped the drool off your lips with the back of your hand, “Sodo, this is a new low, even for you.”
Sodo couldn’t help but chuckle again as he saw the annoyed look on your face. “Hey, I’m just teaching you some manners, sweetheart,” he retorted, “If you want me to continue, you’ll say please and thank you. That’s it. That's all I need to hear."
You rubbed your eyes; fighting the urge to just push Sodo onto his back and ride him until you were satisfied. The last thing you needed was another punishment from the guitarist.
Swallowing your pride, you scoffed and nodded, a hint of anger still present in your tone, “Thank you for fucking me, Sodo. Please continue.”
Sodo chuckled as he heard that annoyed tone in your voice but he was satisfied seeing you swallow your pride. He also felt a twinge in his chest at this. Was he enjoying this new side of you? Was he actually enjoying you?
“Atta girl,” he said, a bit of a smirk still on his face, “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
The fire-ghoul slowly started rolling his hips again, but instead of being rough and quick, he was trying to be gentle. He released the tension on the leash and lowered his body down on top of yours, caging you in between his arms.
You let your anger melt away as soon as Sodo began to move again. These long, deep thrusts were much more sensual than the rapid movements the fire-ghoul was doing before. You could feel every inch of Sodo sliding in and out... in and out... in and out...
It was like heaven... ironic for a demon from Hell to say it, but yes. This was like heaven.
You moved in time with the guitarist, your eyes lightly squeezed shut. The two of you moaned together in sync; fully enjoying each other’s bodies to the fullest.
Sodo breathed in through his nose and planted his face into the crook of your neck. He had one arm supporting himself while the other had found its way to your hip; wrapping it around to deepen his thrusts.
A strangled moan forced its way through your lips; your pussy tightening around Sodo's leaking cock. This forced another moan to leave the guitarist.
He was enjoying this so much, the way your bodies were moving together, the sounds you were making, the way you tasted on his tongue as he lazily licked up your neck... your sweat getting lapped up. This was just incredible.
Sodo suddenly found himself speaking without thinking. “You feel so good,” he said between breaths.
You carefully craned your neck as the Ghoul lapped and nibbled at it; capturing Sodo’s lips with yours. This was the first time the two of you had shared an authentic kiss.
You moaned into his mouth, your hand coming up to cup the Ghoul’s cheek as you continued to move. Sodo’s sweet talk was making your stomach do all sorts of flips and leaps. You loved this side of Sodo… he had shed that asshole side that he showed everyone. He was actually enjoyable right now.
Sodo’s breath hitched as he felt your hand on his face. In all the time that he knew you, you two had never kissed before. And this tender moment, it just came out of nowhere.
And yet, he didn’t pull away. He leaned into the kiss, his tongue gently swiping your lips as he felt his stomach swirling with a new feeling.
Was he feeling something for you?
Sodo was hitting all of the right spots within you. Your eyes were tightly shut as you lovingly-made out with Sodo; his cock doing amazing things to your body. You had been with tons of partners before, but none compared to this moment…
“G-Gah,” you hissed out, biting onto Sodo’s bottom lip as you felt pressure beginning to skyrocket in your abdomen.
Sodo groaned as he felt your teeth against his skin. Having you bite and kiss on his lips just made him want to pull you closer to him.
He continued his steady, deep thrusts, wanting more of that reaction you were making to him. Seeing you like this, he had a nagging thought in the back of his mind.
He didn’t want to share you with anyone else.
A little scream left your lips, your fangs colliding against Sodo's for a moment as you came. You shuddered around Sodo’s length, your arms giving out as you flopped down onto the mattress.
Tears winked in your eyes, wave-after-wave of moans leaving your mouth. You were simply overstimulated from the pleasure; the sensation eating you alive.
Sodo winced at the painful feeling of his fangs striking yours but it was quickly replaced by pleasure as he felt the overwhelming sensations through his body alongside you.
“F-Fuck,” he groaned, pulling his face away from yours, “Did you—“
He quickly realized that was a dumb question. After seeing your body shake so much and hearing those lovely sounds leaving your mouth, he knew exactly what had happened.
The guitarist was starting to get a bit winded anyway, so he was fine with slowing down a bit. Sodo wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your back flush against his chest.
You were absolutely star struck right now as Sodo chased his own release, rutting into you like a toy. He was close, you could tell.
Your head pulled backwards and you sucked lightly on his earlobe. That was all you could muster. Your muscles were stiff from your orgasm, and the fact that Sodo was still going... great Lucifer below...
Sodo’s breaths were shaky and heavy as he felt your lips against his ear, your teeth lightly scraping his skin.
He suddenly wrapped his arms around you and dug his nails into your stomach, burying his face into the crook of your neck.
“W-Where do you want it?” the Ghoul panted into your skin.
“Nngh… w-wherever you want. I-I don’t care,” you groaned out while capturing his lips in yours again. If Sodo wanted to cum inside of you, then so be it. That wouldn’t upset you one bit.
Sodo groaned as he once again found himself pulled into a kiss. He never expected you to be so tender and affectionate, but it was a pleasant surprise.
He slowly brought a hand up to your jaw, holding you closely as he felt the pressure in his abdomen building. “I-Inside,” he breathed, the guitarist's voice cracking slightly.
You bit on his lip again, nodding as you heard the guitarist’s words. That was fine… and at least Sodo was respectful and asked first before just doing it.
Your arms reached up shakily and intertwined with Sodo’s fingers, which were pressed deeply into your stomach; holding you as if you were all that mattered in this world. You moved in sync with him again, yet less enthusiastically considering how exhausted you were.
Sodo felt like he was losing his mind with you. This was an incredible feeling, being so close with someone. And with you, the Ghoulette that he pretended to hate so much to everyone around the Ministry.
He felt his breaths coming out in heavy, shaky bursts as he squeezed your hands and held you closer to him. That pressure the fire-ghoul was feeling before…
And then, it happened.
It was like a volcano. You knew the second the Ghoul hit his peak. Another strangled moan left your lips as he finally let go; filling you up to the brim.
Your head hung low, the only reason you weren't back to being face-first into the mattress was because of Sodo’s strong arms holding you in place.
You sputtered and squeezed his arms, your eyes fluttering shut. Drool ran disgustingly down your lips, but you couldn't give less of a fuck.
As Sodo finished filling you up, he gently laid you down on the bed as his own body collapsed next to you. His breaths were deep and heavy as he desperately tried to catch his breath. That was one of the most intense orgasms of his life.
He gently wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close against his chest, his face buried into your hair.
“I-I…” you whispered, unable to say anything for a moment… “That…”
“That was good, Sodo… uh, really good.”
Your words came out in gentle phrases, as you were still winded. Your heart hammered in your chest, feeling comparable to what it feels like after running a mile.
Sodo held you tighter as he heard your tired voice utter his name. That was the first time you had ever said it so soft and sweet…
“Yeah… you were great too, (Y/N),” he mumbled as he pulled you closer to his chest, his eyes slowly closing.
You slowly wrapped your hands around the collar and unclasped it; throwing it across the room (likely landing where that bottle of lube ended up).
You nuzzled into his chest; your tail wrapping around Sodo’s leg as you exhaled slowly, your heart rate beginning to even out.
Sodo chuckled tiredly as he felt your tail wrapping around his leg. He also noticed you throwing your collar across the room but he didn’t say anything. This definitely wouldn't be the last time you would see that collar.
The fire-ghoul wrapped his arms more fully around you, pressing his lips against your forehead and slowly shutting his eyes, tiredness washing over him.
And for once, you actually liked being around Sodo. For once… you didn’t want to punch him in the throat…