Love is to take care and cheerish for someone, is to look after that someone out of pure love and apreciation, is to share what she is and what she has, to share the good and the bad, to be there for the other person. To be loved is to be seen and apreciated, Snow White doesn't need great gestures to know that she is loved, she just needs someone who walks at her side
Cinderella
Love is to share and to protect, she may not have much people who is willing to stop and listen what she has to say but that doesn't mean she doesn't have a lot to share, and she is willing to fight to protect those she care for. To be loved is to be seen and aknowledge, again, she doesn't have much people in her life but whenever that few people she has truly look at her, truly interest on her and Cinderella feels like that is enough to keep going
Aurora
Love is to care for and share, Aurora has a loving family and big dreams, she was blessed with a happy life and she wants to share that with those she loves, she wants to share what she is, all those dreams and hopes she has with the people she holds dear to her heart. To be loved is to have someone to walk with, someone with whom she will be able to share her life, someone who she can cheerish and support, someone to share her smile but also the tears, someone with whom appreciate life
Ariel
Love is to have someone with who share her life and interest, to have someone to go to whenever she finds new things about the world she loves so much or just has something that make her happy, is to share her happiness without having to worry about anything. To be loved is to be seen beyond her title, to be understood, you may not share her love for the human world but just accepting her as she is already makes her inmensily happy
Belle
Love is to have someone to talk with, someone with who be herself and also to have someone to care for, someone with who she can share her life even in the monotony because even if she wants to have adventures just having you around makes her feel like in a fairy tale. To be loved is to be cared for and to be accepted as she is without asking her to be something else, is to have someone to call home, someone with who she feels comfortable to even wish to talk more and more
Jasmine
Love is like having a partner in crime, to have someone to share her adventurous side, to have someone considerate an equal with who she can talk to whenever her mind is in the clouds, to have someone with who she can share her wishes and curiousity. To be loved is to be seen, is to be aknowledge at is fullest, to been told that is fine to be the way she is, that is fine to wish and dream, to be supported
A/N: This one is dedicated to my besto frendo Redi-chi ( @muses-are-red ) i hope you like it <333
I've been sick lately so I got too thinking.. how would the current ghouls and ghoulettes treat their S/O who's sick.
(headcannons, gn!reader, fluff/comfort(?), mentions of puking, mentions of being naked but no sex, I think this is it!)
˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰
• He's going to make fun of you. A ghouls immune system is so much stronger than a humans. So he won't really understand what to do, but he gets an A for effort.
Dewdrop/Sodo
• You may have to straight up tell him what to do. He probably won't listen if you aren't right out with it.
• Though, when he does understand what he has to do, he is right by your side the whole time. He won't let you out of his sight. What if you suddenly feel worse and he's not there to sooth you?
• He gets a little (lot) protective over you. You're in a vulnerable state. Someone could hurt you. :(
• If you have the chills or are just cold, he will use his element to help you warm up. Just cuddle with him for a bit, and you'll start to feel better in no time.
• If you're worried about him getting sick, there's a high chance he'll laugh at you. He's a ghoul, baby. He won't get sick that easy. You don't have to worry about him.
˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊
• He's the type of guy to make you chicken noodles soup when you're sick. Such a sweetheart.
Rain
• He will help you with anything and everything. You have chores to do, he's on it. You need something from the store, sweetheart, he's already there. You just need your meds, he's got them and a glass of water plus some food for you to have with it.
• He's so helpful and so so sweet. He's got everything you may need. A damp cloth if you have a fever, a blanket if you have chills (and himself, of course), a bucket just in case, any type of meds you may need. He loves you and wants you to get better as soon as possible.
• Please cuddle with him so he knows you're not going anywhere. He fears that, because you're a human, you may get worse, and he's practically terrified at the thought of losing you.
• He may read to you if you ask nicely, especially if you like classic literature, then he may be persuaded. (I fucking love classic literature so now everyone had to suffer because of it.)
• He will also take you to the lake during the day when it's warm. You can relax in the water and get some sun, it's a win-win.
• All together, Rain is a sweetheart and will do anything and everything in his power to make sure you have a speedy and smooth recovery.
˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊
• Sweetheart 2.0
Phantom
• He makes sure you're doing okay, and his way of doing this is not leaving your side. He basically makes sure you don't leave until you're all better again, even if you do just have a common cold.
• Will put on a movie/show and cuddle with you to try and help you feel better.
• He may even play his guitar when he's with you. Just rest and let him play (show off).
• If you end up puking he's the type of guy to pull you hair back (if it's long enough) and rub your back while telling you it's all going to be okay and you'll start to feel better soon.
• He almost likes knowing that you can get sick. It reminds him that you're a human and that no matter what, you always will be. He loves that about you, even if you're sick. He rarely ever gets sick, so it comforts him knowing that you do.
˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊
• Will 100% take you for a walk in the garden while he picks herbs to make a tea that will boost your immunity and help you recover faster.
Mountain
• He will also cook for you. He's amazing at it, and maybe one day he'll teach you his secrets.
• Will also take you to sit out in the sun with him, you need your vitamins after all, and what better way to get them than to cuddle in the sun with him?
• Another guy who helps you out if you have to puke, he will even help you clean up after. Don't worry if it's gross. It's natural for humans to get sick like this. He understands and wants to help you with it. He can also, if you're okay with it, of course, because consent is key, bathe you. He doesn't want anything sexual to come from it, just you two spending some time together.
• He encourages you to nap/sleep more. You need your rest! He also just likes to nap with you, but that's not the point.
• And don't worry about your chores or anything. He's already spoken to Copia about your condition, so you have as much time as you'll need to recover.
˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊
• He's also going to make fun of you. But, considering it's Swiss, we should already know this.
Swiss
• He's going to make sure to check in on you. He won't be there by your side all the time, but he's there most of it.
• He makes sure to bring fun little games, bored games, cards, and anything else you may want to help you feel better.
• He gets Mountain to help him make a tea or something since he has no idea what to do. He can cook, kinda, but it's the idea that counts. He's trying his hardest for you.
• If you catch him searching up your symptoms on Google and then cuddling you and not leaving your side... no, you didn't.
• All together, he will be amazing towards you. Although there may be occasional teasing, he cares so much about you, you have him whipped for you.
˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊
• She's one of the best people to be sick with (second to rain, but I'm very biased towards him), she will make sure everything is okay for you.
Cirrius
• No hesitation on pulling your hair back and rubbing your back, holding you close to her. She doesn't give two fucks about if it's gross or not, as long as you're okay, nothing else matters. She will also bathe you. She likes pampering you, whether you're sick or not.
• Big on getting sun while you're sick, she will also give you those vitamins gummies to help your immune system. If you're up for it, you two will sun bathe. Just you two and the sun, a relaxing afternoon to help take your mind off your current state.
• She will help you with your chores, but she also believes in exercise while you're sick to help your body, even if it's just doing your chores.
• Lots of sleeping with her, she's so comfortable. She also loves to just hold you close to her so she knows you're doing okay, so if you're sick and she suddenly pulls you away for a cuddle session, don't be surprised.
• Will do night in with you when you're sick, except they're modified. So you two will have soup and movies while doing facemasks and makeovers with you. She's so sweet, she loves you.
˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊
• She will probably know you're sick before you know you're sick. She can just sense it.
Cumulus
• But when you do actually get sick and know it, she's got you. Damp cloth, bucket, soup, blanket, ice packs, she has it all.
• She's an amazing cook, like better than Mountain, and she knows how to make practically anything.
• If you want to get out and get some fresh air, she's all for it. You two could be out getting groceries or just out in the forest relaxing in the cool grass. She loves being outside, and if you feel good enough, you bet most of your time will be spent outdoors.
• I feel like she's a big cat lover, so you two will be down at a cat cafe or just hanging out with strays around the church. You both get to be outside, and you get to see a bunch of cute cats, win-win!
• Please watch movies with her, she knows you need some rest and relaxing time, and what better way to relax than to watch some movies with her?
˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊
• She's very helpful, like Swiss she won't always be by your side, but she's there enough that you know she cares about you and wants to make sure you're doing okay.
Aurora
• She will 100% bring you outside to relax, right in the grass. The sun on you both and the cool grass underneath. It's perfect, and she can't think of a better way to help you get better than relaxing.
• If you want to do something, she's down for it, but she won't let you be out too long when you're sick. She doesn't want you to get worse just when you're starting to feel better.
• But don't you worry, she has plenty of ways that she can help you feel better. Most of these consist of sleeping and relaxing. But that's okay, you need it.
• She will do arts and crafts with you. It may sound childish, but you're sick and don't really want to do anything, so what better way to do something that's not too hard than arts and crafts. Glitter jars, painting, bracelet making, making a time capsule. She's down for it.
• Please let her pamper you. She needs to do it, it'll help you feel better because you won't have to do anything. She has everything taken care of, your chores, your nausea, fever, chills, and everything is taken care of.
I’m a sucker for tall readers so here you guys go!
Nameless Ghouls & Nameless Ghoulettes x TALL! Ghoul! reader
Relationship— Romantic
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Alpha
Amused by the your height. But when it came to you using him as a resting spot he had the most judging look.
Allows you to do that in more private areas but will slap your hand, shoulder, arm, or chin off of his head if you’re doing that in public.
If you tower over him when he’s talking to other people he’s subtly smirking to myself. He likes it.
Play arguing when he suddenly sees you staring down at him he looses his ability speak for a moment.
He’s a decent 5’11 — 6’0, so being taller than him is just what makes him stare at you. You’re 6’3-6’5+? Dudes not looking for a second, he’s entranced for a decade. Full on '😨' emoji.
If something taller that he can’t reach he doesn’t bother to get anything to get it down, just asks for you to grab it for him. And if you can’t he’ll start teasing you for the hell of it.
Enjoys the fact you can wrap around him completely. Just nice that he’s in his own blanket except it’s you.
Had you drape over him and after a few minutes started patting your back because he couldn’t breathe anymore.
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Omega
Likes it. Just likes to look you up and down before holding a thumbs up and a smug smile.
When he’s standing behind you he’ll stand on his tippy toes for second to see how much taller you honestly are.
If you’re the tallest in the band he just silent cheers to himself. Genuinely shows off your height to other people.
Likes to see you try on his clothes or accessories. Also likes to try on your clothes and accessories.
Stands next to you on purpose so people can see yours and his height differences.
Pulls you down to give you kisses, or if he’s standing on something. Once jumped up to give you a kiss and banged his head into yours.
Wondered what your diet was or is because… DAMN what did they feed you to get you to that height?!
Prefers to lay on you instead, you’re like a long pillow to him.
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Ifrit
Smiley ass Ghoul! Saw you and was like “Hell yeah!” New member that just happens to horrendously tall!
I’ve just seen him twirling so I think he’d enjoy you twirling him around non stop. Walks over to you so you can spin him around because it’s fun.
Likes to get piggy back rides or hugging you like a koala so he’s lifted off of the ground.
Often times clings onto you in crowds or in any case of scenario he finds himself lost. You’re basically this guys beacon sometimes.
Almost tackled you down with a surprise hug. Took you by surprise and almost went timber with him.
Laughs whenever you hit your head on a doorway as if he hasn’t had the same problem before.
Stomps his way over while playing his guitar, actively trying to kiss you on stage. At this point Terzo can’t catch a break. “Oh they’re cooperating! Never mind they’re kissing again.”
If he can’t kiss ur face he’ll kiss your knuckles/hand, or he’ll just bite your arm out of boredom if he can’t reach ur shoulder.
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Zephyr
‘😨’ x2.
Honestly wouldn’t mind being carried around by you, it seems fun to him. Piggy back, bridal style, on your shoulders, sounds amazing.
Enjoys cuddling, especially spooning and where he gets lay in between your legs with his arms wrapped around your waist.
Likes it how you tower over him from behind or when you’re in front of him. It’s just a oddly satisfying feeling. Especially if you’re holding his hand it’s comforting.
Watches you stick out on stage with your height. Finds it easy for him to find you that way.
Sometimes you scare the shit out of him when you appear out of no where. Jumped out of his seat once because of that.
Likes to have you as blanket as well. You’re just perfect to him. Probably uses you as a pillow sometimes to.
Compares shoe sizes and hand sizes subtly so you don’t notice and mumbled a small “Damn.”
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Sodo/Dewdrop
At this point he thought Satan had something against him. There’s mountain but now there’s also you. (If you’re taller than mountain he’s throwing hands with the air.)
Has you crouch down sometimes so he can rest his head or arms on the top of your head like you do to him.
He’s not complaining when it comes to spooning or cuddling. With you wrapped around him he’s an automatic heater, at the max percentage. No seriously he’ll probably give you a heat stroke.
Flails around whenever you pick him up. He just doesn’t expect it when you hold him up like a toddler.
Uses you to grab other things. Asked you to help and it ended with him standing on your back.
Back to the towering of thing. He enjoys it because it makes him feel that he has some sort of guard dog with him. But he also doesn’t enjoy it because now you look like a damn titan next to him.
Has you walk around the ministry with him because he’s honestly hoping you hit your head on a doorway so he can laugh. (He loves you tho!)
Does enjoy being held by you when he’s trying to sleep. Very nice feeling.
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Aether
Sometimes hides behind you after messing with Sodo (again, always.) So you’re some sort of barrier while they go back and forth.
You wear his clothes. It’d be rare for him to wear your clothes, hes tossed shirts in your room because he likes to see you in his stuff.
Honestly chill with you being super tall. To him it has its perks and they’re all good.
Might confuse you and mountain depending on the height different between you and mountain.
Shows you off to everyone. Standing next to you 24/7, super proud of himself.
Compares your height with everything around him. Furniture, people, buildings, items, pillows, etc.
Enjoys where you’re both hugging each other. Your head on top of his with his head against your chest.
Hugs you from your waist always. Honestly dudes proud to have a tall mate.
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Phantom
Was so curious about you. Your height, the way you were so easy to see in crowds, drew him right to you.
Stands on his tippy toes or platforms to try and reach your height. If he can’t he’ll have you come down to his height.
Still enjoys kissing/biting your neck or shoulders. Somewhat of a secret spot since no one can really see there.
Tries picking you up even though you can probably pick him up easily. Not that he’s complaining to be carried around to wherever he wants like a prince.
Makes fun of your heights but procedes to talk about on how he loves. “How’s the weather up there?” It’s so old but so funny to him.
If you rest your shoulder/arm or chin on the top of his head he’ll do the same later. Except over doing it.
Pulls you down by your collar so he can kiss you properly. Gets cocky while doing it.
You take turns with who’s the little or big spoon, all depending on whatever the both of you feel like or is most comfortable.
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Mountain
Was quite happy to have another somebody his size in the Band. Was a little stunned when he first met you.
Although it’s nice so he doesn’t have to snap his neck to look down or kiss you.
Still picks you up to kiss you as if you guys have a huge height difference. Even if you’re taller than him he picks you up.
Now there’s two massive Ghouls walking around! Uses both of ur heights to an advantage to hide things like trinkets or snacks where other Ghouls / Ghoulettes can’t reach.
Enjoys curling up with you, where you both get into a spot of cuddling around each other with arms around one another.
Giddy about having a tall boyfriend. Stands next to you so he doesn’t have to tower over anyone else or stretch his arms down to far.
An actual unstoppable duo in monkey in the middle.
Uses you as a arm/headrest which you both take part in that scheme. He rests his chin on the top of your head and you rest your arm on his shoulder.
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Rain
Couldn’t be bothered about it. He likes the height difference.
Enjoys sitting in your lap or laying down in your arms while he talks with you or completes some stuff.
You and him go back and forth playfully with teasing each other about yours and his heights.
When you tower over him? Loves that shit, leans towards you subconsciously. Pressing his back against your chest.
Likes wearing your clothes but if he sees you in his clothes he just giggles to himself out of pure happiness. Matching clothing sets maybe , but it’s either to small for you or to big on him.
Will try to get things down on his own but if he literally cannot get something down he calls you over.
If you rest your arm on his head he’ll just stare up at you and try to mimic you.
Likes to lay his head down on your chest, complete draping his body over you like a blanket as he clings onto you.
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Swiss
Let out an audible gasp when he saw you. Teasing your non stop about being tall. Nicknames, jokes, anything and EVERYTHING.
Your height does not stop him from running across the stage to come over and try to bite your shoulder.
Jumps onto you for a hug. Comes running at you full speed with his arms completely open.
Skips around with you following around since you look like you could rock somebody in an instant.
Uses you like a blanket. Laying down? Not anymore because he’s sliding underneath you despite the fact he’ll be suffocated. But that’s okay to him!
Dirty jokes left and right. UP AND DOWN EVEN. “You’re pretty long, right?” Asked that with a dumbass look on his face.
Admires your hand and fingers. Moves them around until you notice the motions are the opposite of family friendly. Family making is a better phrase.
Makes stupid jokes like: “Why go to France when we have the Eiffel tower right here?” or “Who made you? Two damn trees from the forest? Or maybe even three I don’t know what trees enjoy.”
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Cumulus
HEART EYESSS. “So this is love….” Giggling and kicking her feet when she remembers you are so tall.
Kisses your hands, knuckles, arms, thighs, or anywhere she can grasp / reach!
But if you wanna lift her up so you can kiss her she’s giving you one passionate smooch. Pucker up buttercup. (I’ve been waiting so that for so long.)
Likes to switch masks with you every so often! But makes sure to leave lipstick stains before giving it back <3
Likes it when you come up to her platform. (That is if you can.) If not she’ll blow air kisses and small waves!
Pick her up and give her that princess treatment! Or even better: Queen treatment. (I love cumulus guys.)
Honestly wonders what you see up there compared to her world view. Like? The hell do you see, do you see in 0.5 vision?
Grabs onto your tail or arm to have you guide her around crowded areas / halls. Also enjoys to be the little spoon with you.
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Cirrus
She’s actually coming for your ass. (LITERALLY.) You’re gonna want eyes on the back of your head.
Clings on to you. Hug her from behind, front, side ways, either way she’ll cling onto you with a happy ass smile.
Piggy back rides will by far be her favorite.
Being around you gives her a confidence boost. Strolling around both you right by her side.
Pro at stealing and wearing ur clothes. Casually strolls around with something of urs on. Shirt, sweatshirt, hoodie, tanktop, sock, boxers, quite literally anything.
You leaning on a doorway? GOOD LORDDDDDD. She’s staring up at you with some outrageous thoughts goin’ through her mind.
Wanted you to dress up as a christmas tree for christmas holiday times. If you didn’t do that she did give you a tree headband.
Doesn’t really care on how you cuddle, all she cares is that she gets to hug you and you hug her.
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Sunshine
Not up for discussion she sees you and she’s tackling you unless you manage to catch her in your arms.
Likes to sit in your lap or on your while ranting about her day or any details that happened anywhere shes gone.
Casually says some of the most dirtiest jokes around you. Wide vocabulary to words that describe ur body.
Wears your closet whenever and wherever she can. Your clothes are genuinely comfy man. Rocking the duo of a top of yours + some boxers.
Likes kissing some of your stuff with lipstick, especially you^^
Laughed so hard when you hit your head pn a ceiling fan. Had to think about what just happened while catching her breath.
Eventually just decided that spooning was a good cuddling position since her bed was to small for you, and no one wants their dogs poking out.
Absolutley loving forehead kisses. Aswell as standing on your shoes so she can give you a sweet kiss.
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Aurora
Adores hour height.
Likes the dynamic you have: One of the tallest in the band, and shes the shortest / one of the shortest in the band! (I forgot.)
Big on physical touch. Holding hands, having you lift her up so she can kiss and hug you, resting your head on the top of hers, subtle hand on her waist, tail wrapped around her, she’s living the dream for it.
Dance with her. Twirl her around, keep her close, lift her up, she loves to dance with you ^^
Not ashamed to say she likes when you’re completely huddled around her like a protective blanket. She is in love it.
Gets flustered whenever you lean / tower over you. Awkwardly staring back up at you with widest of eyes.
Likes to have you carry her around while you walk around area to area. Pretends to sleep sometimes so you’ll carry her back to bed.
Whether you wear her marks or its the other way around she feels automatically prideful.
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Mist
Stares at you but is not willing enough to crane her neck every single time she wants to look at you. “Bend over.” Doest realize how that sounds.
Tends to lower you down to her height so she can talk to your or give you a small kiss.
Whenever she feels you behind her, whether you’re looking over her or at her she’ll look up at you with a confused look.
Loosing self respect if you lean on anything and look down at her. Now she means BEND OVER.
Calls you legs or lurch. If you rest your elbow on her head or shoulder she’s immediately throwing it out there. “Alright legs, we got many surfaces but I am not one them.”
Lowkey chill about it though. She almost gets a portable elevator for whenever she needs something.
The third musketeer who likes you as a pillow. It’s just comfortable that she can come back and lay her head down on you.
Likes when you wrap your arms and tail around her, laying your head on her chest. From your height and size she feels safe.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ the ministry is all decorated in festive decor and it truly feels like the holidays are in season! now… what do these ghouls want to do with you?
pairing: era iv nameless ghouls x gn!reader
a/n: first off i just want to apologize for the last few days being so late. i really did try my best to make sure that each day had a good fic. this is the only fic that doesn’t really follow the prompt, but i tried my best. consider this fic a nice little letter for the start of 2024. happy new year, and please enjoy !!!
cw: slight nsfw content. horny ghouls. poly ghouls. implied orgy near the end. there’s nothing nsfw that really happens, just mentioned.
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“we want to make this holiday special, dear. come on down to the nave of the ministry… you won’t be disappointed. merry christmas, sweetheart~” —❤︎
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the entire month has been a rollercoaster of emotions. each day you felt like something wild and absolutely ecstatic happens to you every day. it has only made your holiday season more and more interesting.
and now here you were, all cozied and nestled in your room, the scent of roasted chestnuts and currier ives lingering in the air. you sat atop your wooly quilt, with eight different letters in hand.
the slips were underneath your door when you came back from a long shift of working in the ministry. they were all decorated and colored differently, each envelope having its own unique flair and personality to it. you didn’t even have to read the names to know who’s was who.
smiling to yourself, you opened each letter one by one, excited to read what’s inside.
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you had started off with the shiny white envelope. it was decorated in cute stationary stickers and the front was written in a glittery pink pen. at the bottom left corner of the envelope was a pink laced ribbon tied neatly with your name on it. if there was anyone that loved colors more than the entire human population, it was your favorite colorful ghoulette.
“aurora’s letter of thanks”
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ to my dear y/n,
hello my darling! i hope this letter reaches you well, because i know how the others can get at times~ happy holidays, my love. i know that this month has been busy for you because of the constant yule traditions, but i’m delighted that you were able to make some time for me and that we could make gingerbread houses together like usual! and i gotta say… your tongue skills never fail to impress me~ you made me come so hard i swore i was going to pass out!! but really though… thanks for being such a sweetie to me, the ministry really doesn’t deserve you. i hope to see you soon for our little surprise~
with lots of love,
aurora ghoulette
—
the next envelope was colored in a dreamy grey, with cute hearts inked in pen on the cover, it gave off a much more serene and calm vibe compared to the vibrant letter of aurora’s. at the back was a little pocket that contained a written song. after careful observing, you had determined it belonged to an infamous air ghoulette. oh what a songbird she was.
“cumulus’ dreamy songbird”
༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫༄ؘ hello darling ♡︎
what a beautiful winter night, is it not? i often like to be in touch with nature when i’m writing, helps me keep my mind at center. how have you been, darling? i hope you’ve been better after our little passionate night in bed. you were so cute with how you were eagerly trying to get my lingerie off… it was charming, really. though, putting the promiscuity aside, i just want to really want to send this love letter to you as a token of my thanks. you’re my little songbird, and you inspire me to do better, whether it’s songwriting or performing. so as a token of my gratitude.. i’ve prepared a … special song for you. i hope you like it. anyways… come see me later, i’ll sing it.. specially for you~ i love you, dove, and i wish you a happy new year ♡︎♡︎♡︎
your dearest,
cumulus ghoulette
—
the texture of the next letter was earthy and coarse, but it emitted the soft aroma of fresh pine leaves. it seems that this letter was specially crafted personally for you. just from the scent and touch alone, you smiled to yourself knowing it came from a certain earth ghoul. upon opening it, there was a little sunflower necklace attached to the sand paper letter.
“mountain’s delighted memories”
*:..｡o○ to y/n,
hope you’re doing well, and that this year has been treating you well. i appreciate you approaching me that night… and throwing me into the passions of bed. i gotta say, those faces you made when i came deep inside of you, filling you up with me seed, it still gets me going. just being honest here. the reason i’m bringing this up is well… i want to make more memories like that with you. ones that we can share together, and make ourselves feel like we’re ascending to the heavens we can’t reach. you’re really someone that makes me want to just go all out, and in many ways. which is why my gift to you this year.. is going to be imprinted into your mind for eons to come. so, if you want to find more… stop by soon please, i’ll be waiting. ‘till then, have a good christmas.
from your love,
mountain ghoul
—
this paper was crumpled and slightly torn. it looked like it was made in a rush, but it held a certain charm to it. there were little trinkets and treats attached to the letter, all of which had a cute homemade vibe to it. the faded streaks of purple pen gave away who it belonged to, and you couldn’t be more happy when a certain bug came to mind.
“phantom’s sweet treats”
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ hi y/n!
i missed you :(( and i know that we live in the same ministry, but you’re so busy and i barely get to see you! which is why i dragged you out to ‘look for a christmas tree’ with me. i gotta say, i was nervous… but seeing how you reacted when i pounded you against that tree.. satanas, still sends shivers down my spine. after that night, i just can’t stop thinking about you. the way you reacted to my touch, oh it was so good. i put together some handmade goodies for you, hope you like them. think of it as my way of saying thanks for a good night :) on that note, i’m sure the other letters have talked about meeting in a special place. i’ll be there, and i’ll be sure to give you all of my attention <3
love,
phantom ghoul
—
closing the envelope shut, you grabbed the next one. lipstick marks stained the paper perfectly, imprinting kisses everywhere. looking at the particular shade of red of the lipstick, you instantly thought of a certain keyboardist. there was a soft pink rose attached underneath the slip, and you opened the envelope with ease.
“cirrus’ gratitude”
ﾟ+*:ꔫ:*﹤ evening darling,
i take that christmas has been well for you, huh? it certainly seems like it has been, considering how you were with me during that night in the log cabin ;)) we have to do that more often, sweetheart. you were so cute, with how your face was squished up against the window while i went to town on you… oh, still gets me wet, i can’t lie. it’s one of my favorite memories this season, and for that, i thank you. thanks for being such a delightful and loving partner. you’re honestly a saving grace for me, and you always make me feel good, both in and out of the bedroom. honestly, i’ve never met someone as good in bed as you are. so, as a token of my gratitude, i want you to meet me with the other ghouls tonight. it’ll be fun sweetheart, i promise.
from your dearest,
cirrus ghoulette ❤︎
—
looking at the next letter with intrigue, you were greeted with a faint smell of cologne, the scent of it was soft and reminded you of the beach. laced over the envelope was a red ribbon with seashells and shark tooth carved trinkets at the end. what a gorgeous sight. you opened it, and smiled upon recognizing the stunning calligraphy ingrained on the paper.
“rain’s poem”
｡･ﾟﾟ･ dear y/n,
having a good christmas? you better be, otherwise i’ll make sure you are. but for real though, i’m sure this year has been great for you. i would also like to thank you for.. ‘helping’ me with my own personal gift. you looked so goddamn good tied up in my bed like that. i’ll admit, i got carried away with my words, but i know damn well you were into me treating you like my bitch while i dicked you down on the mattress. though, that made me realize how much you love my honeyed words, so i’ll use this opportunity to praise instead to degrade. y/n, you’re an absolute starlight in my life, a treasure like no other. i’d move the heavens and pits for you. it’s cheesy, but it’s true, and i promise to show you how much i love you in any way i can. come by soon ❦
from your favorite water boy,
rain ghoul
—
the next letter had an ashy and brazened texture, but it shone with a brimstone-like layer to it. the paper was slightly calloused, and there was a fiery flair to it that could only be from one infamous firecracker you knew of. popping off the sloppily made wax seal, you opened it to find an equally burnt letter, but the sight made you smile.
“sodo’s confessions”
∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐒 to my y/n,
i’d ask you how you’re doing n’ shit, but i’m not good with words, or greetings nonetheless. so to get things out of the way, i’m going to be as straightforward as possible. y/n, i want to fuck you so badly this christmas right now. that night we shared, in my bedroom, fuck that was so hot. i loved the way you reacted every time i brought the candle wax down on your body. you looked so goddamn sexy covered in all of that… and the memory still makes my dick so hard. call me a pervert or whatever, but i’m proud to be one for you. i can’t help myself when i’m around you. your body, your scent, everything, it drives me fucking insane. don’t tell the other ghouls, but you’re my favorite, and i really can’t figure out why… guess i’m just so drawn to you. at midnight, when you meet the others, i’ll be sure to let them know who can make you feel the best in bed. and that’s not a threat, that’s a fucking promise. but ‘till then, i’ll be waiting for you, sweet thing
i love you,
sodo ghoul
—
the final letter had a reddish stain on it. bringing it closer to your nose, you got a faint whiff of red whine from the stain. the designs on the letter were intricate and creative, but there was a suave and sultry feel to this letter. if there was any infernal who knew how to be smooth, it was a certain multi ghoul with the voice of an angel.
“swiss’ invitation”
❤︎*♡∞:｡.｡ to my love,
welcome, darling~ i know how much you like the smell of wine, so i indulged you a bit in my envelope for you. merry christmas, and thank you for being such a passionate lover. gotta say, bunny, you looked so cute that one night when you were sitting on my cock. the way your rosy cheeks just got more pink every time you looked at me, desperate to stay warm… ooh, that’s what you call hot. good to know that i was able to keep you warm during that snowy night, and i got to get my dick wet too. so it was a win/win situation for the two of us, dear~ but all jokes aside, i had come up with the plan to treat my favorite sibling of sin to some… fun this season. i conspired with all of the other ghouls and ghoulettes to help me, and i’m sure they all mentioned in their letters that they want to meet up with you too. we want to make this holiday special, dear. come on down to the nave of the ministry… you won’t be disappointed. merry christmas, sweetheart~
forever yours,
swiss ghoul
—
folding all the letters neatly and piling them on your desk, you smirked to yourself, and got up from the bed to start walking over to the nave of the church. each step carried your eager body closer to a lustful, passionate and loving location.
whatever your lovers were planning… you knew it was going to be a good one.
eyeing up the tall, church doors, you pushed them open to be met with a glorious sight.
the moonlight streamed through the glass panes windows of the dimly lit nave. candles aligned everywhere with ribbons decorating every corner and crevice. but the best sight of all… were the infamous nameless ghouls themselves.
they were all dressed for the occasion, all dolled up to your liking. the ghoulettes were in matching lingerie, but in different colors. aurora in a rose gold, cumulus in white and cirrus in black. they all huddled together and perked up upon seeing you. you looked to the other side to see another group of ghouls. rain’s expression was neutral, but there was a promiscuous glint in his eyes as the red ribbon twirled between his fingers. sodo’s expression was as hungry as ever, eyeing like a piece of candy while holding onto a candle. phantom looked excited, but jittery, claws digging into his seat, and mountain looked as calm and collected as ever, albeit, not minding the little problem in his pants.
from the center, swiss emerged, and he looked down at you with a wicked, yet lustful grin. his tail flicked about to the side, and you looked up at him with curious eyes, chuckling, his long fingers traced around your jaw and gently clasped around it while craning your head up, making you look at him.
he smiled at you,
and in return you smiled.
“merry christmas, y/n.” he spoke suavely, his words still as honeyed as ever.
he then stepped behind you, gently massaging your shoulders and holding onto you. with a snap of his fingers, the ghouls and ghoulettes giggled and approached closer to you, lust on their minds.
Started: February 17th, 2024
Updated: February 18th, 2024
Characters I write for in the the show 'Once Upon a Time'
August Booth
Aurora
Belle
David Nolan (Prince Charming)
Dr. Jekyll
Emma Swan
Felix
Graham Humbert (Huntsman)
Henry Mills
Hercules
Hook (Killean Jones)
Ivy Belfrey (Drizella)
Jefferson (Mad Hatter)
Lily Page
Maleficent
Mary Margaret Blanchard (Snow White)
Mr. Gold (Rumplestitskin)
Mr. Hyde
Mulan
Neal Cassidy (Baelfire)
Nova (Astrid)
Peter Pan
Prince James
Regina George (Evil Queen)
Robin Hood
Ruby (Red Riding Hood)
Tilly (Alice)
Tinker Bell
Zelena (Wicked Witch of the West)
It’s a dark and stormy night over the Ministry and the power has gone out. The only light during this dark time comes from the candles that adorn the hallways. You succumb to the darkness, and to the will of Aurora.
Masterlist ⛧ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist
Words: 2.9k.
Reading Time: 12 min.
Warnings: candle play, cunnilingus, pain kink, public sex, they using the wrong kind of candles for this
The low rumble of thunder echoed through the empty halls of the Ministry, and the rain lashed against the windows in a relentless downpour. The power had gone out hours ago, leaving the building bathed in an eerie darkness, save for the flickering light of the candles scattered throughout the hallways. The flames danced, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls, creating a sense of intimacy and danger all at once.
You had been wandering the hallways aimlessly, drawn by the quietness of the night, but also by something else, something stronger. Aurora’s presence. It had been building for days, that magnetic pull between you—soft smiles exchanged, fleeting touches, her hands lingering just a moment longer than they should have. And now, with the storm outside and the world reduced to candlelight and silence, the tension had become unbearable.
You stopped when you saw her, standing at the far end of the hallway, her silhouette framed by the golden glow of the candles. The storm outside almost drowned out the soft crackle of the flames, but nothing could drown out the intensity in her eyes. She said nothing, but her gaze commanded you, inviting you closer, and you obeyed without question.
Your heart pounded in your chest, the steady rhythm drowned out by the patter of rain and the low grumble of thunder. Every step you took towards her seemed to stretch out the moment, heightening the anticipation. As you approached, Aurora held your gaze, her lips barely curving into the faintest hint of a smirk, as if she knew exactly what thoughts had been circling your mind.
“I wondered how long you’d wait,” she murmured, her voice low, each word dripping with control. “The power’s out… no one will disturb us now.”
She stepped closer, the candlelight reflecting in her eyes like molten gold, her presence all-consuming. Without warning, her fingers grazed your arm, sending a shiver down your spine, the delicate contact igniting a fire within you that mirrored the flames around you. Her hands began to rid you of your habit, or at least the top half of it. Fingers deftly worked the buttons tying the fabric together, exposing your chest and a deep cleavage until there were no more buttons to undo. Your habit, from the coaxing of her fingertips, gently moved downwards, gathering at your elbows, not falling any further due to the position of your arms. Your bra straps were next to follow.
The more naked you became, the more you remembered that you were standing in the hallway where anyone could see you, and the thrill it sent through your body had arousal pooling in your stomach.
Aurora reached for one of the candles, lifting it with care as the wax began to melt in the heat.
“I told you,” she whispered, her voice sending tremors through you, “surrender to the darkness.”
The heat from the candle was nothing compared to the heat of her gaze. You could feel the weight of her dominance in the air, heavy and intoxicating, as the first drop of hot wax landed on your skin. The sensation was sharp, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure, pulling a gasp from your lips. Aurora’s smile widened as she tilted the candle once more, the wax dripping slowly down your arm.
Her fingers brushed over the fresh wax, soothing the sting with a touch that was too light, too teasing. “You’ll take everything I give you tonight,” she said, her voice firm, and yet her touch was gentle.
You shuddered under the delicate mix of pain and warmth, your body instinctively tensing with each fresh drop of wax that Aurora allowed to fall on your skin. She watched your every reaction, the way your breath caught, the way your muscles tightened, and the faint gasp that escaped your lips. She was in control, and you had never felt so utterly captivated by someone’s will.
“Good girl,” she murmured, her voice like velvet, coaxing you further into submission. “I want to hear everything—every sound, every breath. Let me see how much you can take.”
Aurora set the candle down for a moment, stepping closer, her body now mere inches from yours. The soft, teasing touch of her fingers ghosted over your collarbone, tracing the path where the wax had cooled and hardened. She tilted her head, her lips brushing the shell of your ear as she spoke, her breath hot against your skin.
“Do you like that?” she asked, her tone low, almost mocking, but her fingers were gentle as they curled under your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze. “Tell me.”
You swallowed hard, your voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”
She smiled, satisfied, as if your submission was exactly what she had expected. Her hands roamed over your body now, fingers grazing bare skin, each touch a promise of more to come. The storm raged outside, but here, under the flicker of candlelight, the world had shrunk to just the two of you—Aurora’s presence filling every inch of your senses.
Without warning, she picked up the candle again, her eyes dark with intent. The flame flickered as she angled it towards your chest, and the first few drops of wax landed on the delicate skin there. Your breath hitched, the sharp sting of heat quickly followed by the pleasurable burn. It was unbearable and blissful all at once.
“You’ll take everything,” she repeated, her voice now firmer, her gaze unwavering as she watched you squirm under the intense sensation. “Won’t you?”
Your heart raced, the mixture of fear, desire, and submission overwhelming your senses. You nodded, barely able to speak, but it was enough for Aurora.
Aurora’s eyes glittered with delight as you squirmed beneath her touch, the heat of the wax fading only to be reignited by another drop. She tilted the candle again, letting the wax trace a deliberate path down your chest, just above your breasts. Each drop was calculated, her control impeccable, and she reveled in the power she held over you.
You tried to keep your breath steady, but every drop of wax that Aurora let fall on your skin forced a gasp from your lips. The heat was sharp, and yet the sting blurred into pleasure, mixing with the sheer thrill of her control. Her eyes never left yours, and every reaction—every involuntary flinch, every whimper—seemed to delight her.
“So sensitive,” she murmured, her fingers tracing over the freshly cooled wax, her touch featherlight. She tilted her head, watching the rise and fall of your chest, her smile deepening as she took in your trembling form.
With slow, deliberate movements, she set the candle down, but the sense of reprieve didn’t last long. Aurora’s hands were on you again, this time more insistent. She pushed you back against the wall, the cool stone biting into your skin, contrasting sharply with the residual warmth from the wax.
“You’re doing so well,” she whispered, her lips brushing your ear as her hands roamed over your body. “But we’re far from done.”
Her fingers trailed lower, skimming over your abdomen, her touch slow and teasing, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You could feel the weight of her power in the air, and it was impossible to think of anything beyond her touch, her voice, her absolute control over you.
Aurora pressed her body against yours, trapping you against the wall as she leaned in, her lips grazing your neck in a featherlight kiss. “I want you to beg,” she commanded softly, her breath hot against your skin. “Beg for more.”
Her words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, and though your mind swirled in a haze of pleasure and submission, you managed to whisper, “Please… more.”
The satisfaction in her eyes was unmistakable. She pulled back just enough to retrieve the candle once again, her movements slow, deliberate, as though savouring every second of your surrender. This time, she let the wax drip lower, the heat kissing the tender skin of your clothed stomach, inching closer and closer to where you craved her most. You could feel the wax drying on your habit, the heat caressing your skin where it sat on your clothes and heated the fabric.
Your hips bucked instinctively, your body responding to the slow burn of anticipation and the tantalising promise of more. Aurora smirked, clearly pleased with the reaction. “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “You want this, don’t you? You want everything I give you.”
You nodded, words escaping you as the sensations became overwhelming, your body thrumming with need. The heat of the wax, the press of Aurora’s body, her voice commanding you to surrender completely—it was all too much, yet not enough.
With one hand, she pulled your habit down with her as she got on her knees in front of you, allowing the article to gather at your feet and leaving you almost entirely bare in the hallway. Your toes curled in your shoes, the sensation of being exposed setting each one of your nerves alight, and a fire growing inside of you that threatened to explode lest she touch you and relieve your tension.
Aurora’s hands roamed up your legs, her touch light, tantalisingly close to your core but never giving you the satisfaction you craved. She glanced up at you, her eyes gleaming with power, enjoying every second of your unraveling. “I can feel how badly you want this,” she murmured, her fingers finally tracing just close enough to make you gasp, before pulling back again. “But I want to hear you ask for it.”
Her lips hovered over your centre, so close you could feel her breath against you, but she waited, watching you with a calm that belied the intensity of the moment. You swallowed hard, your entire body trembling with need, your mind a haze of desire. Fingertips gently moving to the gusset of your panties and pulling them to one side. Satan, you were so wet and ready for her. You didn’t want her at this point: you needed her, craved her. You felt like you’d die if she didn’t touch you properly.
“Please…” you breathed, your voice a soft, needy whisper. “Aurora, I need—”
Before you could finish, her mouth found you, her tongue teasing, exploring, as she finally gave you the relief you had been aching for. The first touch sent a wave of heat crashing through you, your head falling back against the wall as your body responded instinctively to the pleasure. She worked slowly at first, drawing out every sound, every tremor of need from you, her control over you absolute.
“That’s it,” she murmured between strokes, her voice muffled against your skin. “Give in to me.”
The moment her mouth met your most sensitive spot, a sharp intake of breath caught in your throat. Aurora’s touch, slow and methodical, sent a shudder racing up your spine. Her lips were soft, moving with an excruciating precision that made you feel both utterly helpless and consumed by the heat building inside you.
She started gently, her tongue drawing slow, deliberate circles, teasing your clit with just enough pressure to make you gasp but not nearly enough to satisfy the ache that had been growing inside you. Every nerve was on edge, the sensation heightened by your exposed vulnerability in the dimly lit hallway. The sound of rain beating against the windows and the distant rumble of thunder only served to remind you that here, with her, time had slowed to this single, burning moment.
Aurora’s fingers joined in, sliding over your slick folds, her touch light at first, almost featherlike. She knew exactly how to make you tremble under her, pushing you to the edge of pleasure without letting you fall. Her mouth worked in perfect harmony with her fingers, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, your hips jerking forward, instinctively seeking more of her touch.
But she paused, pulling back just enough to leave you teetering on the brink, the loss of contact making you whimper with frustration. She looked up at you, a wicked smile playing on her lips, clearly enjoying the way your body begged without words.
“Not yet,” she murmured, her voice low and commanding. “I want you to take your time. I want to feel you come undone slowly, under my hands, under my mouth.”
Her fingers pressed against your inner thighs, spreading you further apart as she returned to her work with agonising patience. This time, her tongue moved in more deliberate strokes, flicking against your clit with precision. Each movement sent sparks of pleasure shooting through you, your knees threatening to buckle under the intensity.
You clenched your hands into fists at your sides, desperate for something to hold onto, something to ground you as Aurora brought you closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers slid inside you with ease, curling just right, hitting that perfect spot that made you cry out in pleasure. The combination of her tongue against your clit and her fingers working inside you was overwhelming, sending wave after wave of sensation coursing through your body.
Your toes curled against the stone floor, your body shaking, each touch from Aurora pulling you tighter and tighter toward release. The tension that had been building inside you since the moment she had knelt before you was reaching its breaking point, and you could feel yourself slipping into the abyss of pure sensation.
Aurora’s name slipped from your lips in a breathless moan, and she hummed in response, the vibration adding a new layer of pleasure. Her fingers moved faster now, pushing you right to the precipice, her tongue flicking against your clit with relentless precision. The pleasure was dizzying, overwhelming, and you could feel the pressure building, threatening to snap at any moment.
“Let go,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin, her voice full of command. “I want to feel you fall apart for me.”
It only took a few more strokes—her fingers hitting just the right spot, her mouth expertly working your clit—and then you were gone. The orgasm ripped through you like a storm, every muscle in your body tensing as you cried out, your vision going white with the force of it. The pleasure was all-consuming, leaving you gasping for air as your body trembled uncontrollably under her touch.
Aurora didn’t stop. She continued to work you through your climax, her fingers and tongue relentless as they prolonged your pleasure, drawing out every last ounce of sensation until you were left utterly spent, your body trembling, your mind hazy from the intensity of it all.
When she finally pulled away, her lips glistened, and there was a satisfied glint in her eyes. She rose to her feet slowly, her fingers brushing lightly over your skin, sending aftershocks of pleasure rippling through you.
“That’s it,” she whispered, her voice softer now, but still full of control. “You did so well.”
Your body was still humming with the aftermath of your release, every muscle trembling as you struggled to catch your breath. Aurora’s presence loomed above you, her eyes dark and filled with satisfaction, but there was something else—an unspoken promise of more.
She gently tilted your chin up with her fingers, guiding your gaze to hers, and the intensity in her expression sent another wave of warmth through you. “You’re not done yet,” she said softly, her voice velvety and commanding all at once. “There’s still so much I want to show you.”
Her hands were firm yet gentle as she helped you stand, your legs weak from the overwhelming pleasure. The habit pooled at your feet was forgotten as Aurora’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, her body warm and reassuring against yours. She pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, her lips lingering for a moment, but the hunger in her eyes hadn’t faded—it had only grown stronger.
“Come with me,” she whispered, her breath ghosting over your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “There’s more waiting for you in my room.”
Your heart raced at her words, the promise of what was to come making your pulse quicken. She began to lead you down the dimly lit hallway, the flickering candlelight casting long, dancing shadows as the storm outside continued to rage. With every step, the air between you thickened with anticipation, the heat from your shared desire keeping you tethered to her with every glance, every touch.
Aurora’s hand slid down your back, her fingers tracing the curve of your spine as you walked. She pressed closer, her voice a sultry whisper that wrapped around you like a spell. “You belong to me tonight,” she murmured, her lips brushing the edge of your jaw. “And I’m not finished with you yet.”
The door to her room loomed ahead, its dark wood gleaming in the faint light. She reached for the handle, pausing only to cast a final glance your way, her eyes burning with intent. “You’ll give me everything,” she said, more a statement than a question. And with a soft, knowing smile, she pushed the door open, the room beyond beckoning with the promise of untold pleasures.
As she guided you inside, the door closing behind you with a soft click, you knew there was no turning back. The night was far from over, and under Aurora’s careful hand, you would fall again, deeper into the darkness, into her world, and into the fire that she had so expertly ignited within you.
Tags: Aurora being a crafty little ghoul, flower meanings, blood drinking, scissoring, semi-public sex, angst at the beginning and end i am sorry to say
Words: 3,353
Summary: Flowers are a romantic gesture, you think. What they lead to is quite something unexpected.
a/n: HAPPY INTERNATIONAL LESBIAN DAY FROM NOTORIOUS GHOULETTE LOVER...ME. part...who tf knows in the ghoul bicycle series. One last part left...
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When Phantom finally departs your quarters the next day, you grab him by the front of his shirt and give him a soft, lingering kiss in your doorway while blatantly ignoring the sibling walking by giving a disgusted look at your show of affection.
“Thank you,” he finally says when the two of you pull apart, “last night was great.”
You nod, fidgeting with the clasps on his vest and reach your arms around him for a tight hug. When the two of you finally pull apart, Phantom cups your face in his beautiful hands, fingers brushing against your flushed cheeks.
“You are so special,” he murmurs, gazing down at you, “and you don’t even know.”
Something twists a little in your stomach, and that uneasy feeling you’ve been having for a while now is back.
“What does that even mean?” you ask suddenly, reaching up to grab and lower his hands, simply holding them in yours. “You guys keep saying that to me but like…how? Why? I don’t…”
Phantom cocks his head to the side but remains silent.
“...I don’t get it. I don’t see it.”
“I can’t tell you,” Phantom murmurs, squeezing your hands, “not yet. It’s not my place. You only have to wait a little longer, I promise.”
“A little longer ‘til what?” you ask, but Phantom is kissing your hands and pulling away already, leaving you standing in your doorway. He waves at you before rounding the corner out of sight and you give him a half-hearted wave in return. After you shut your door you’re struck by the feeling of how alone you are, tears slowly begin to slide down your cheeks. You feel as if you’re being strung along, used, and no one will give you a straight answer. When your tears begin to fall more freely and sobs heave your chest, you collapse on the floor next to your bed.
It takes two days to shake off most of what is bothering you and return to your duties. Once again, Sister Marguerite intercedes on your behalf and explains that you are “out of sorts” to the head librarian and Papa Nihil. The librarian you knew would be kind about it but you don’t want to know what sort of things Nihil said about you and your absence and Marguerite keeps that information to herself. On the morning of the third day, you get ready and open the door to your quarters to head out. What sits on the floor in front of your door baffles you.
Inside a wrapping of simple brown paper is an abundance of beautiful and brightly colored flowers. When you pick them up and bring them to your nose, the smell is fresh and heady. You can only recognize a couple of them: orange roses, red tulips, and some kind of lily but there are others you are not familiar with. Confused, you look up and down the hall to see if anyone is lingering who might have left them or who might know who left them but the corridor is empty. There’s no tag or note pinned to the bouquet to give you a hint but one thing you know absolutely for sure: these flowers came from Papa Primo’s garden. Closing your door, you make your way down to the ground floor to where you know the old papa will be tending to his flowers and herbs with other siblings.
The gardens of the abbey are vast and beautiful, and you regret that you’ve only spent a small amount of time working in them. Various siblings are hunched over vegetable patches assessing growth while others are pruning beautiful and fragrant varieties of flowers. You finally spot Papa Primo, wearing a sunhat over his long white hair and bent over at the waist to breathe in the scent of a large, pale purple rose. When he sees you, he straightens and smiles. You’ve always liked Papa Primo - working with him when he holds mass is always a delight and he’s soft spoken and kind. And his talent for growing things is positively unmatched, which you admire deeply. When you approach him he holds out his arms to give you a light embrace.
“Ah sorella, so nice to see your pretty face. You’ve escaped the library, then? Come to put your hands in some earth, eh?”
You smile and gesture with your chin down to the abundant bouquet in your hands.
“Actually Papa, I have a little mystery that I think I could use your help in solving.”
He looks down at the bundle in your arms and a little smile spreads across his wrinkled face.
“Bellissima,” he says, holding his hands out, “may I?”
You nod and pass the flowers to Primo which he looks down at thoughtfully. You explain to him how you found them outside your quarters this morning and how the selection in the bouquet seems odd.
“I know they come from your garden because where else would someone get flowers so beautiful? I just don’t know who they’re from or…what they might mean? I can only recognize a few of them, nothing more.”
He preens a little at your compliment before letting out a thoughtful noise.
“This is indeed an unusual collection of blooms,” he says, nodding, “I believe whoever gifted them to you is trying to tell you something.”
“Oh?” you say, crossing your arms, “Like those Victorian flower meanings?”
“Sì, sì,” he replies and uses a long finger to point out different flowers, “this…this is calla lily. She represents beauty. And this, as you know, is an orange rose. Beautiful, no? She means desire. These delightful little pink and purple flowers are sweet pea - they represent ah…blissful pleasures.”
You blush, pointing at another grouping of small white flowers on abundant green stems.
“And these? And the red tulip?”
“These small beauties are called savory and I believe they indicate interest. And the red tulip represents deep passion. It would seem, sorella, that you have caught someone’s eye. And from what I hear these days, you’ve caught many eyes, hm?”
You’re blushing a deeper shade than the tulips. Sathanas, does everyone know about your on-going trysts with the ghouls? Perhaps it would explain the ire with which a great deal of the siblings treat you, not to mention how several of them in the garden are regarding you now. Primo watches you quietly for a moment before handing the bouquet back to you.
“Ignore them, dolcezza,” he says as if reading your mind, “ignore them and I will tell you who picked this beautiful selection for you, sì?”
Your head snaps up and your eyes meet his.
“You knew all along?” you say in a hushed, exasperated voice.
“Eh, it was more fun to make a game out of it for you,” he says, shrugging with a smile. “I will tell you that a certain little ghoul came to me with the desire to create something so exquisite it would capture your attention immediately. I daresay it worked.”
“Little ghoul?” you say, confused, before it dawns on you a moment later who he means.
Aurora.
“She’s quite taken with you,” Primo says, looking down fondly upon you. “And she wanted me to tell you she is waiting for you by the pond near the woods.”
Your jaw drops a little. “I…I can’t, I have duties to attend to–”
“Let me take care of that,” Papa says, waving his hand dismissively, “if Nihil has a problem with your absence from mass he can take it up with me, sì?”
A rush of affection makes you want to throw your hands around the aging Papa, but you settle for squeezing his forearm and thanking him profusely. With a newfound spring in your step, you leave the garden and begin to head for the large pond on the abbey property. It’s a beautiful day, the sun warms your skin and hair as you pass through the orchards. The view that opens up to you always takes your breath away, the light glittering on the vast stretch of water (more lake than pond, really) with an expanse of trees lining the shore. You reach the edge of the water and regard yourself in the surface. How you’ve changed since last you were down here for your unholy baptism. How you’ve changed in the past few months alone. You heave a deep sigh and finally look away over to your left where you see an enormous ancient gnarled oak tree. Underneath the tree is a large dark red blanket spread on the grass and sitting on that blanket is a small ghoulette who even from a distance, you can tell is beaming at you. Returning the smile you head her way over to the secluded spot between the water and the woods. Reaching the blanket, you plop down, still holding your flowers.
“Do you like them?” Aurora asks, hands folded in her lap and tail wagging behind her.
“They’re gorgeous,” you say with a smile, “I love a good treasure hunt escapade.”
Reaching her hands out, she takes them from you and sets them at the top of the blanket between the two of you. You regard her form - her long hair, bright eyes, and the fact that she has removed her boots and socks makes you grin.
“Put your feet in the water?” you ask, gesturing to her discarded items of clothing.
“Actually,” she says, leaning in, “I was hoping we could put more than our feet in the water.”
“Oh yeah?” you ask, cheeks lighting up, “kinda early for a dip, no?”
“Never too early for skinny dipping,” she says, undoing the clasps on her vest. “Join me?”
She poses it like a question but it feels more like a command from the petite ghoulette. There’s no one around you shrug as you remove your own boots, socks, and habit. She strips down to her skin without a second thought and you admire her lithe body, mouth going dry as your eyes sweep across her breasts and narrow waist down to the junction of her thighs. Before you can look away to reach your hands behind your back and undo your bra, her hands are doing it for you. She takes her time sliding her palms along your ribs and embracing you. When she pulls away with the garment, discarding it, her eyes regard you as hungrily as you did her. You stand up, ready to head towards the water when she tuts at you and grabs your calf.
“All off,” she grins, reaching upwards toward the waistband of your underwear, “I wanna see all of you, pretty girl.”
She slides your panties down achingly slow until they’re pooled at your feet and then she smiles with her whole teeth as she looks at your bare cunt. Leaning forward she places a chaste kiss to your mound that makes you jump out of your skin.
“Mine,” she says sweetly, looking up at you with her fangs out. When she begins kissing all around and down your thighs you feel your knees weaken and taking advantage of the moment, she pulls you down to the blanket with her. She’s on you in a heartbeat, straddling your waist sliding her lips against yours. Her kisses are languid, passionate, and just a touch possessive as she pins your wrists above your head and licks into your mouth. The way she feels pressed against you, breasts brushing yours makes you moan into her mouth and struggle against her grip with the urge to touch her. She giggles and relents, trailing her lips down your jaw and throat to the junction of your neck and shoulder, where she slowly licks the pulse point.
“Can I?” she asks, breathless against the shell of your ear, “can I taste you? Would you let me?”
The request makes your head spin and even while not fully understanding the implications, you nod, sliding your hand down her back to massage at the base of her tail. The action makes her hips kick against you and your cunt aches when you feel her slick on your skin. She’s sucking marks into your neck, nibbling at the delicate skin when all of a sudden she bites. You jolt and grab onto her hips as her fangs sink deeper into you. You feel pain, only for a moment before she removes them and begins sucking at the wound in earnest. The little noises she makes in your ears as she drinks you in make your hips grind into hers. Her hands wander as she sucks at you, fingers drifting down to toy with your pebbled nipple, pinching and rolling it between her long, painted claws. You’re almost certain that she could make you come like this, lips on your neck and fingers caressing your breasts. Every surge of your heartbeat makes her grip you tighter and drink from you with greater fervor. You can feel the edges of your vision start to get fuzzy and you reach up and tap her lightly, slurring your words when you say you feel light-headed. She pulls off you in an instant, lapping at what remains around the punctures. Each swipe of her tongue feels warm and soothing, like sinking into a hot bath, and after a moment you no longer feel the tell-tale wetness of your blood on the wound, only the cooling of her saliva. Aurora gives you a moment to take several deep breaths and when you reopen your eyes, you moan at the sight before you. Her face is a foot away from yours and her mouth is smeared crimson with your blood - a sight that would under any other circumstances nauseate you, but seeing the way it clings to her lips and chin with her pupils blown only heightens your arousal. She lets out a nervous giggle, and your eyes follow the path of her pink tongue as it slips out to clean up some of the mess.
“So good,” she purrs, stroking the side of your face, “you taste divine, baby. A nice little treat, all for me.”
You reach up and swipe some of your blood off her chin and she watches you like a hawk as you bring it down to your own mouth and take a lick. It tastes like blood, sure, but the way Aurora watches you with her jaw hanging open is well worth the stunt. Before you can make a smart comment about how you think you taste, her mouth is on yours. Now you can really taste yourself, the intense metallic tang hitting the back of your throat as she slides her tongue against yours and grinds down on you. When you move your hands upwards to fist in her hair, your thumbs brush the base of her horns and her tail thrashes behind her.
“You really know how to play us all like violins now, huh babe?” she grins, rotating her hips into yours. “You know just what we like. But don’t forget, ghouls like to talk. And I know all about what you like.”
Aurora slips from your grasp and slowly begins to lick her way down your body, paying specific attention to your breasts. She cups and squeezes them, thumbing circles around your hard nipples before descending upon them with her mouth. Idly, you wonder who told her you like your tits being played with. Swiss? Cumulus? Aether? Could be anyone at this point and for once you’re grateful for the way the ghouls discuss you amongst themselves like you’re a meal to be devoured because Aurora is luxuriating in them now. The flat of her tongue runs along the underside and your back arches, desperate for her to taste all of you.
“Mmm, so good Aurora. Feels perfect.”
She pulls off your nipple with a pop and grins, hands moving downwards to knead at the fullness of your hips.
“Love your body,” Aurora says, sliding her hands down and over your thighs to nestle herself in between your legs. “Want to make you scream so everyone can hear you, baby.”
You’ve practically forgotten that you’re technically in a public space and that anyone could stumble upon you, but instead of deterring your lust it increases it. When Aurora leans away for a moment you make a whine of protest which is quickly silenced by the way she repositions herself and angles your legs so that your cunts are a breath away from each other. A moment passes as you stare up at her, watching the midday sun halo her infernal features and she gives you a beatific smile before lowering herself onto you. The contact immediately makes you twitch as she slowly rotates her hips, spreading both her slick and yours before pressing down harder. When she grinds against your clit, and you against hers you both moan in tandem. You want to throw your head back against the blanket but doing so would mean you couldn’t watch her. And oh, does she look glorious, handling your body as if it is a toy in order to reach her pleasure. Not once does she look away from you as she rides your cunt, her moans high pitched and wanton.
“Aurora, don’t stop,” you pant as the breath is stolen from you with a particularly hard grind, “Please don’t stop.”
Aurora beams at you, and leans over to kiss your leg she holds in her tight grasp. It’s an awkward angle, to be sure, but any ache in your back or legs is muffled by the rolling pleasure that comes from each contact you make.
“Mine, all mine,” she coos, rubbing herself even harder against you in such a way that has your back arching off the blanket, and when her folds catch divinely on your clit you cry out. She grins with all of her sharp teeth and works the spot faster and faster. The friction between the two of you has you both gasping and panting and you swear she’s timing it out to make sure you both reach your end at the same moment. When the pressure begins building in your stomach and chest and your cries become louder and louder, hers do too.
“‘Rora, please! Fuck!”
She lets out a wild peal of laughter as she brings the two of you over the edge, your moans surely loud enough to attract attention. Lights twinkle and fade in your vision as you scream her name and she yours. Her hips make a few more rotations against you before finally she drops your leg and collapses on your chest. Your bodies remain entwined for a few more moments before she rolls off of you, leaving you to breathe deeply once more. Without her on you you’re suddenly aware of how chilly the air has gotten and the dark storm clouds that roll over your little hideaway.
“So much for skinny dipping,” you say, turning on your side to face her.
“Eh, it was a ruse anyway. Easy way to get your clothes off.”
You roll your eyes, reaching up and behind you for the beautiful bouquet.
“Hmm, think I should get these in some water,” you muse, inhaling the lovely fragrance once more. “You coming with?”
Aurora trills before sitting up and gathering her clothes. You both manage to get dressed, despite sidelong lustful glances at one another and she packs up the blanket. The two of you make your way back to the abbey, and while there is great joy in your heart there is also great sorrow. Aurora was the final ghoul. Potentially the last tryst you’d have with any of them…forever. What if they don’t want you now that you’re…all used up? When you try to hide the way you brush the tears off your cheeks behind your bouquet, Aurora looks over at you curiously but doesn’t say anything. You’re going to do your best to enjoy the time left you have with Aurora and then…who knows.
