he can be whatever you’d like, praise or degradation
‘oh yeah, that’s it baby— fuck you really know how to move, where’d you learn that hm? you fucking the other ghouls?’
POWER BOTTOM
i said what i said
dew loves to watch you ride him
and he loves to hold your hips to guide your movements
it’s definitely his favorite position
he doesn’t mind topping tho
this ghoul will mark you up until your neck is painted in your own blood
he’ll lick it up cause he love how sweet you taste
“such a pretty thing covered in your own blood and my cum, fuck you turn me on.”
you lay breathlessly on top of the ghoul as he pets your head. you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, your mind fuzzy and fucked out.
“few more rounds yeah?” dewdrop states moving so he’s now on top of you.
he slips himself back inside you with little effort, using his own cum that’s on you as a lubricant.
you groan into your pillow at the stretch of him. no matter how many times you do it, it still burns in the best way possible.
“that’s it, you’re so good at taking my dick.” he says before leaning over to bite your shoulder.
➳ rain
he doesn’t fuck
he makes love
and he’s so good at it
gives the BEST head
he would stay between your legs for hours if you’d let him
shower sex
y’all are always fuckin in the shower or in some kind of water
oddly enough he’s not a fan of bath sex
the water splashes on the floor and you almost slipped because of it one time
shamelessly loud moans
he breathes heavily after he cums that’s so hot holy fuck
he’ll definitely thank you while cumming
‘thankyouthankyouthankyou— hgnnn i love you so much’
loves to make out with you while he’s inside you
he’s def cried after sex cause it felt so good but don’t tell anyone that
your lips are starting to go numb because of the heavy make out session between the both of you. it almost distracts you from the slow but skilled rolling of his hips into yours. almost.
“you feel so good around me, satan i love you so much.” rain says before moving back into the kiss and pinning you more up against the shower wall.
the water pours down both of your bodies and something about it just absolutely does it for rain.
“you look so amazing like this, soaking wet while i drill my cock into you.” he moans.
➳ swiss
kinky bastard
degradation king
but like his aftercare is amazing so it’s fine
corruption kink
fav position is doggy
loves shoving your face into a pillow while he plows you from behind
also likes to lean down and yank you up so he can hold your neck
has marked you everywhere
needs to let everyone know you’re his
‘you’re mine, don’t forget that’
almost bit a major artery in your leg
ALMOST
there was a lot of blood but it’s okay cause you didn’t die and it only turned him on more
he will try any angle that feels good
he MAKES you flexible
this bitch definitely growls
LOVES to make you watch how he disappears inside you
def has a mirror next to his bed
“look at how good i fuck you.” swiss grips your face and makes you turn to look at yourself in the mirror next to him bed. “look at how well your slutty hole takes me ahh fucking whore for my cock.”
you let out a pathetic whimper that makes swiss chuckle as he pushes your head back into the mattress.
“keep your eyes on me.” he whispers in your ear as he holds the back of your neck. he plants a swift smack on your ass before rubbing his hand over it gently to soothe the sting.
“good play thing.”
➳ mountain
he knows his size
he also knows how to use it
OH LORD
he is so gentle tho
a little scared he’ll hurt you
he also can’t degrade you
he tried and HE ended up crying
loves how he towers over your body
can and will man handle you which means he will fuck you everywhere he can
the wall, the bathroom, the practice room
everywhere
loves the thrill of getting caught
‘shhh baby you don’t want us to get caught do you?’
he loves when you’re vocal, since he kinda just grunts and groans
mountain lifts your leg gently for better access and you can’t help but moan loudly before his hand covers your mouth and he leans down to whisper in your ear.
“so loud, i’m starting to think you want someone to catch us pretty thing.”
your eyes squeeze shut as your body is hit with another wave of pleasure as you feel mountain’s free hand take yours to guide it down your chest and stop at your abdomen before pressing down.
“i’m right here, you feel that?”
➳ phantom
i love phantom i do but he’s younger and doesn’t have as much as experience as the other ghouls
that being said
he focuses a little too much on himself but
HE WHIMPERS
‘ah fuck’
he loves holding you close to him while thrusting into you
doesn’t pull out all the way, he kind of just jerks into you really fast
lil jackhammer
he learns how to make you feel good from your guidance
likes when you communicate how you feel during sex
he likes seeing you cry but only because it feels good
he doesn’t like hurting you
bites you but not hard enough to draw blood
he likes praising you
very possessive
phantom places gentle kisses over the fresh indent of his teeth on your neck while holding onto you for dear life.
“such a good little thing for me nghh so tight, all mine.”
you’ll admit he was going a little too fast for it to feel good on you end, that was until you adjusted your hips and he started hitting a certain spot that had your legs shaking.
phantom takes notice of this almost immediately.
“i hit your sweet spot didn’t i?”
“p-phantom i need to you slow down and keep that angle.” your eyes are practically rolling back into your head at this point as he listens to your instructions.
The world around you faded into a blur as Dewdrop’s warm breath danced against your skin, sending shivers coursing through your body. He lay between your thighs, his eyes dark with hunger, a mischievous smile teasing the corners of his lips. His hips slowly ground against the bed, humping his hard cock into the sheets with pure longing flowing through his veins. He wanted you so badly, but first you’d come for him.
You had never felt this kind of anticipation before—each flick of his tongue against you ignited a fire deep inside, sparking a longing you hadn’t known existed.
With each slow, deliberate caress, he explored you, taking his time to savour every inch, every quiver of your body. Dewdrop’s mouth enveloped you, warm and wet, and you gasped, your back arching instinctively as pleasure radiated from your core. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against your most sensitive parts, sending delicious tremors through you, driving you further toward the edge.
Your fingers tangled in his hair, holding you in place as he licked and sucked with an urgency that made your heart race. You could feel the heat pooling in your belly, a growing pressure that was both intoxicating and overwhelming. No man had ever made you come before, but with Dewdrop, everything felt different. The way he worshipped your body, the passion that poured from him, was unlike anything you had ever experienced.
“Just let go,” he whispered, his eyes locking onto yours, the intensity of his gaze sending shockwaves through you. You could see the desire burning in his eyes, an unquenchable hunger that only made you want him more. As he intensified his efforts, swirling his tongue in that perfect rhythm, you could feel your control slipping away. Each stroke was a stroke of magic, igniting every nerve ending as he coaxed you closer to that precipice.
“Dewdrop…” you gasped, your voice trembling with need. The way he looked at you, full of desire and mischief, made your heart race. He only responded with a low, hungry growl, as if urging you on. You could feel the dam within you cracking, ready to spill over, threatening to drown you in pleasure. You clenched your fists in the sheets, your body twisting with delight as he continued to work you up, teasing you to the brink with a tantalising mixture of softness and fervour.
As his mouth worked its magic, his fingers slid down your thighs, teasingly brushing against your sensitive skin. With a teasing touch, he moved closer, his fingertips gliding along the delicate folds of your body. You gasped, feeling the heat radiate from his touch, and your legs instinctively parted wider, granting him access to every hidden part of you. The combination of his tongue and fingers sent you spiralling deeper into bliss, each flick and swirl pushing you closer to that edge. You felt the tension coiling tighter, like a spring ready to snap, each pulse in your core building to a crescendo that left you breathless.
“Please, don’t stop,” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper, and Dewdrop responded by intensifying his movements, his tongue swirling in maddening circles, driving you to the brink of ecstasy. You felt completely consumed by the sensations washing over you, your body responding to him in ways you never thought possible.
His fingers, now bold and insistent, slipped inside you, stretching and filling you in a way that made your vision blur. The sensation was exquisite, a blend of pressure and pleasure that drove you wild. He curled his fingers just right, finding that sensitive spot that made your body writhe beneath him. “Yes, just like that,” you gasped, your breath hitching as he expertly played you like an instrument, the rhythm of his movements sending you spiralling higher and higher.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured against you, his voice low and sultry, the sound vibrating through you, igniting a fire deep within. As he continued to work his magic with his fingers, his mouth descended again, capturing your essence with an insatiable hunger. The combination of his fingers thrusting and curling inside you while his tongue flicked over your clit was overwhelming, each sensation colliding and blending into a wave of pure bliss. You could feel the heat pooling in your belly, a thick tension that begged for release.
“Dewdrop…” you whimpered, the pressure building so intensely it was almost painful. You felt yourself teetering on the edge, a tight coil of pleasure that threatened to snap at any moment. “I can’t hold on much longer.”
With his relentless pace and the way he expertly combined his mouth and fingers, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. The world around you began to fade; it was just you and him, the heat of his mouth, the electric connection between you two, and the sound of your breathless gasps filling the air. Every flick of his tongue, every thrust of his fingers, was a spell pulling you deeper into the abyss of pleasure.
“Just let go, love,” he murmured against you, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through your body. “I want to feel you come for me.”
With one final, relentless flick of his tongue and a deep thrust of his fingers, everything shattered. The wave crashed over you, pulling you under as you squirted, the release exhilarating and overwhelming. You were lost in the moment, the world around you fading into nothing but Dewdrop and the bliss he had coaxed from you. It felt like a storm breaking, washing away everything else in its wake, leaving only pure ecstasy in its place.
As the pleasure crashed over you, you felt an overwhelming surge building within, unlike anything you had ever experienced before. The tension that had coiled tightly in your belly finally snapped, sending shockwaves through your body. As you came for him, the unexpected release caught you by surprise, a torrent of warmth bursting forth, soaking Dewdrop’s eager mouth. The sensation was euphoric, like the floodgates had opened, washing away all your doubts and inhibitions. You gasped, your body trembling with the intensity of the moment, as you squirted for the first time ever, the sheer bliss and shock mingling in a dizzying rush. It felt as if every nerve in your body was igniting, and the realisation of what had just happened sent you spiralling deeper into a blissful haze, leaving you breathless and utterly amazed.
Dewdrop pulled back slightly, his eyes sparkling with delight and awe. “That’s it, love,” he murmured, his voice thick with admiration and pleasure. He watched you with an intensity that made your heart race, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “I knew you had it in you,” he added, his breath warm against your sensitive skin, “and I’m so glad I could help you find it.” His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, heightening your bliss as you basked in the afterglow of the most incredible experience of your life.
“Fucking hell, Dew!” you exclaimed, breathless. You pulled him up for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, the flavour igniting a new wave of desire within you. The heat of his body pressed against yours, and you could feel his hardness nestled between your legs. As he began to rub against your folds, a delicious friction sent shivers of pleasure coursing through you, awakening every nerve ending as you ground against him, eager for more. The combination of his touch and the remnants of your recent ecstasy made your body ache for him, a hungry need igniting deep within as you lost yourself in the moment.
“Felt good?” he asked, a hint of bashfulness lacing his voice despite the audacity of what he had just done. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and the playful smirk on his lips only deepened your desire. You could see the satisfaction in his gaze, the way he relished your response, and it sent a thrill through you. It was endearing and incredibly enticing all at once, as if he couldn’t quite believe the effect he had on you, despite having just taken you to the heights of pleasure.
You looked into his eyes, a smile tugging at your lips as you replied, “You have no idea how good that felt.” Your voice was breathless, still tinged with the lingering effects of your release. “I didn’t think it was even possible.” You could feel a rush of warmth spreading across your cheeks, a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability. “You completely blew my mind, Dew.” The sincerity in your tone was evident, and you could see the satisfaction blooming in his expression as he leaned closer, his breath teasing your skin.
“I want you to do that again,” Dewdrop ordered, his voice low and commanding. “But this time around my cock.”
As he finished his sentence, he entered you slowly, filling you inch by inch. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious stretch that made your breath hitch in your throat. You could feel every curve and ridge of him as he sank deeper, the warmth of his body enveloping you completely. A moan escaped your lips, a mix of pleasure and relief as he finally connected with you. Each movement was deliberate, drawing out the moment as he filled you completely, igniting a fire within you that only he could quench. You gasped at the sensation, your body instinctively responding to him, urging him on as you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, craving every inch of him.
He held your gaze as he buried himself deep inside you, his eyes dark with desire and satisfaction. “That’s it, love,” he encouraged, his voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down your spine. “God, you feel amazing,” he breathed, one hand gripping your hips tightly, anchoring you as he began to set a steady rhythm, the other resting against your head on the bed. Each thrust was deliberate, coaxing out every tremor of pleasure from your body. You instinctively arched your back, pressing against him, wanting more, craving the primal connection that surged between you.
With every thrust, Dewdrop filled you to the brim, the sensation overwhelming and intoxicating. He brushed against that sweet spot deep within you, sending electric shocks of ecstasy radiating through your entire being. Your moans grew louder, the sound spilling from your lips unbidden as pleasure washed over you, building to an unbearable peak that made you want to scream his name.
“Is this what you wanted?” he teased, his voice thick with lust as he quickened his pace, thrusting deeper, harder. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“Dew, it feels incredible,” you gasped, your body responding eagerly to his every movement.
He smirked, clearly relishing your reactions, and leaned down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue teasingly exploring your mouth as he thrust into you with abandon. The taste of him combined with the feel of his body pressing against yours sent waves of heat cascading through you, intensifying the connection between you.
Dewdrop pulled back slightly, his gaze locked onto yours, and you could see the fire of desire burning within him. “I want to feel you come for me,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry. “But not yet. I want to enjoy you first.”
He began to alternate the rhythm of his thrusts, mixing slow, deep strokes with faster, harder ones, keeping you on the brink of pleasure but not quite letting you over the edge. Each thrust ignited your senses, pushing you closer and closer, but he expertly kept you teetering on that precipice, making you crave release even more.
“Please,” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. “I need more.”
His lips curled into a wicked smile as he obliged, picking up the pace, his movements becoming more primal and desperate. Each thrust drove him deeper into you, the sounds of your bodies meeting echoing in the room, mixing with your breathless moans and his deep, guttural growls of pleasure.
You watched as his eyes roamed over your body, drinking you in despite how close you two actually were. The jiggle of you was divine, something about your body that drove him insane. He loved being on top, watching your breasts and tummy bounce at the force of his thrusts, how your ass and thighs would ricochet off his cock as he pounded into you. You were made for him and him alone, and he was utterly obsessed.
He lowered his mouth to your neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin as he continued to thrust into you, his breath hot against you. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured against your skin, his words sending another wave of heat through you. “I could get lost in you forever.”
The intensity of the moment enveloped you, the world around you fading away as all that mattered was the connection between your bodies. Dewdrop’s fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he thrust into you with a rhythm that made your heart race and your body pulse with pleasure.
“Feel that?” he urged, his voice thick with desire. “That’s just for you.”
You could feel every inch of him inside you, the friction sending delightful tremors throughout your body. He shifted his angle slightly, hitting that sensitive spot again, and you gasped, your body arching towards him, craving more of that sweet pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathed, the admiration in his voice making you flush with heat. You could feel yourself getting closer, but you resisted, wanting to prolong this moment, wanting to feel every bit of him for as long as possible.
Dewdrop’s pace quickened once more, his breath coming in hot, desperate bursts. “I want to see you come undone,” he growled, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers of anticipation through you.
With every thrust, he pushed you closer to that edge, expertly keeping you teetering on the brink. You could feel the heat pooling in your belly, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with each movement. Every time you thought you might tumble over, he slowed, drawing it out, making you ache for release even more.
“Please, Dew,” you whimpered, your body responding eagerly to his every thrust. “I need you.”
He took one of his hands off your hips, moving it down to your thigh, then guiding it toward your most sensitive spot. “Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice a sultry rasp that sent shivers racing through you. “I want to see you pleasure yourself while I fill you up.”
You hesitated for just a moment, the thrill of his words igniting a fire within you. But his gaze was intense, filled with desire, urging you on. You let your hand drift down to your clit, fingers trembling slightly as you began to circle the sensitive bud, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
A moan escaped your lips, the dual sensations of his cock stretching you and your fingers dancing on your clit sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. “That’s it, love,” he urged, his breath hot against your skin. “Just like that. Show me how good you can make yourself feel.”
You felt every pulse of pleasure radiating through your body as you moved your fingers in tight, deliberate circles. Dewdrop watched you intently, his eyes dark with lust as he thrust deeper, each stroke bringing you closer to the edge. The combination of your fingers and his cock ignited a blissful tension within you, leaving you breathless. He watched as your cunt creamed him, forming a ring of white at the base that kept stretching and snapping every time he fucked into you. A physical manifestation of your pleasure that had him reeling. He groaned at the sight of it.
“Can you feel how good that is?” he asked, his voice thick with desire. “I want to see you come while I’m inside you. You’re so fucking beautiful like this.”
With each stroke of your fingers, you felt the heat building inside you, the tension coiling tighter, threatening to snap. The pressure was overwhelming, and you found yourself lost in the pleasure, surrendering to the sensations swirling around you. The world outside faded away, leaving only the delicious feeling of being filled by him and the electric connection of your fingers on your clit.
“Just let go, love,” he coaxed, his voice a low growl that reverberated through you. “I want to feel you come around me.”
With every thrust, his cock brushed against that sweet spot deep inside, sending jolts of pleasure racing through your body. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, and the thrill of being commanded to touch yourself while he filled you with his cock only intensified your desire.
“Dew, I’m so close,” you gasped, your breath hitching as you quickened the pace of your fingers, driven by the need for release.
“Good,” he replied, his thrusts becoming more urgent. “I want to see you fall apart, love. You deserve it.”
With one final push of his hips, he buried himself deep inside you, and as you spiralled over the edge, your fingers working furiously on your clit, you cried out, waves of bliss washing over you as your body pulsed around him, consumed by the intensity of the moment.
As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, you squirted again around his cock, the sensation purely blissful. The rush hit you like a tidal wave, an overwhelming flood of ecstasy that erupted from deep within, soaking Dewdrop and the bedsheets beneath you. You felt a powerful release, the warmth spreading like wildfire, saturating the fabric as you surrendered completely to the pleasure.
Your body quaked with the intensity of your climax, the force of it causing your muscles to clench tightly around him. The slickness enveloped his cock, amplifying the sensations for both of you as you pulsed around him, the rhythmic contractions coaxing out every last bit of bliss from your core. It was as if your body had been holding back a deluge, and in that moment, you couldn’t contain it any longer.
Dewdrop gasped in delight, his eyes widening as he felt the heat of your release surge around him. “That’s it, love,” he urged, his voice thick with awe and desire. “So fucking beautiful.” He continued thrusting, his movements becoming more frantic as the slickness coated his cock, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through both of you. The sound of your release filled the air, mingling with the primal sounds of your bodies meeting, echoing in the intimate space.
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “I’m not gonna last much longer, love.” He quickened his pace, urgency evident in his every thrust. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you, the heat building in his body as he chased his own release.
“Please,” you urged, your voice barely a whisper but filled with need. “Come for me, Dew. I want to feel you.”
With your words hanging in the air, he thrust into you with a primal ferocity, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. You could feel his tension coiling, the heat radiating off him as he lost himself in the rhythm, his focus entirely on the pleasure building between you.
“Fucking hell, I’m gonna—” he gasped, his body tightening, the tension in his muscles palpable as he neared his climax. The sight of you—still trembling from your release, your body glistening—was enough to send him over the edge.
With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he let go. You felt him pulse within you, the warmth of his release flooding you as he came hard, each spasm of his cock filling you completely.
“Shit, yes!” he cried out, his voice laced with pure ecstasy as he surrendered to the pleasure. The warmth of his come mixed with your own, creating a deliciously intimate sensation that overwhelmed you.
His breath came in heavy gasps, the aftershocks of his climax took over him as he slowly pulled out, leaving you both panting and blissfully satisfied. You could feel the remnants of pleasure coursing through you, the connection between you stronger than ever in the aftermath of your shared ecstasy.
As the last tremors of pleasure faded, Dewdrop collapsed beside you, his body still buzzing with the aftershocks of ecstasy. He turned to face you, a lazy smile spreading across his lips, eyes sparkling with affection. “Well, that was something, wasn’t it?”
You couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling a warm flush of happiness spread through you. “I think ‘something’ might be an understatement,” you replied, your voice teasing yet soft, still basking in the glow of the intimacy you’d just shared.
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering on your skin. “You’re amazing,” he said, sincerity lacing his tone. “I could get used to this.”
You leaned into his touch, your heart fluttering at his words. “Same here,” you admitted, feeling a sense of warmth wrap around you.
Dewdrop chuckled, pulling you closer until you nestled against him, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “Just wait until next time. I’ve got a few ideas that might top this,” he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.
You giggled, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. “Oh really? You’d better not leave me hanging.”
“Never,” he replied with a grin, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
As you both lay there, the room filled with the gentle sounds of your breathing and the faint rustle of the bedsheets, a comfortable silence enveloped you. You felt content, safe in his embrace, and as you closed your eyes, you couldn’t help but smile, dreaming of the moments yet to come. In that warm cocoon of affection, you knew this was only the beginning of many adventures together, and the thought made your heart sing.
wanted to do this for awhile, only just got motivation to finally write it out haha. Thanks to all the people that asked for a sequel, here it is!
Pairing: Dewdrop Ghoul x F!Reader
Summary: After your childhood best friend turned you into a Ghoul, your bond with each other inexplicably changed.
Warnings: past child abuse, childhood friends to enemies to lovers, lots of yearning, attempted noncon, Dewdrop is very mouthy and brat (obvi), sire bonds (yes, kinda like in vampire diaries), soulmates kinda?, mates and mating rituals, bedding ceremony, a Satan™️appearance wow, blood pact, marking, and SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI, goes without saying), virginity loss, oral (f!receiving), fingering, blood eating, blood kink, knife kink, p in v, and creampie
word count || 9.1k words🤙🏻
part one | part two
It had been many years since your best friend turned you into a monster.
You could still feel the sharp fangs dug deep into the skin of your neck. The pain. The blood…so much blood. The feeling of the hot liquid rolling down your neck in rivulets until it created a puddle on the tan marble flooring.
You remember the look on your mother and father’s face when they realized their baby girl was turning into something inhuman, yet something so familiar. The horrified looks from people who were supposed to love you regardless of what you were–would forever be engraved into your mind. Unfortunately, you would actually remember forever, considering you were now immortal.
After your 25th birthday, you simply stopped aging. No wrinkles, no gray or white hair, no back pain and sore muscles. It sounds nice, if you didn’t remember the part where you can’t die, at least from aging. Having to leave behind your family was the worst thing you ever had to do. After the fact, you rarely saw your parents. And then one day, they just stopped visiting. No calls, no letters. Nothing. It’s like you didn’t exist to them anymore.
You remember sneaking out of the Abbey one evening when you were young, tracking down your parents and finding your old home. It was cold, nearing Christmas, you bundled up as much as you could without being too suspicious. Your old house was exactly the way you left it, little red and green lights strewn about on the porch. You still remembered where they hid the spare key, underneath the Baphemet statue next to the welcome mat. Although, to your confusion, the Baphemet statue had been replaced with a Santa statue.
It seemed like your parents weren’t home yet, they must’ve gone out somewhere. You looked for your old bedroom, heart dropping when you found it completely changed. The walls were no longer the pink and purple wallpaper you once knew, your twin sized bed with the little purple dragons scattered around the pattern of the duvet was now replaced with the various colors of the Power Rangers, the wallpaper now a royal blue with white stripes.
Your parents came home, with a little boy at their sides. You bounded up to your parents with the biggest grin, the changes to your room forgotten, your heart soaring at the sight of your favorite people. You have always imagined this moment. Your mother would scream, happy tears streaming down her face as she crushed you in a bear hug. Your father would fall to his knees, thanking whatever deity that his child finally returned to them.
Instead, your mother screamed in horror, wrapping the little boy in her arms, securing him close to her chest. Your father looked disgusted, like the biggest roach crawled across the floor. “Get that thing out of here!”
You weeped, reaching for the terrified couple. “I’m your daughter! Don’t you remember? Mommy-!”
You yelped as your father smacked you, your weaker body tumbling to the floor. “Get the fuck out, demon!”
You sobbed all the way back to the Abbey, tears blurring your vision badly, causing you to trip and fall. You scraped your knees on the concrete, but you couldn’t even savor the pain, your wounds healed almost instantly. One of the ‘benefits’ of being an immortal Ghoul.
Sister Imperator opened the big wooden doors to find you on the porch in tears and barely standing upright. “Oh my, poor sweet Ghoul. What have you done, child?”
Needless to say, you were kept a close eye on after that, a Sister of Sin always watching you to make sure you didn’t sneak out again–not that you planned to. You decided you never wanted to see your parents ever again, if you could even call them your ‘parents’ anymore. A hateful, fiery rage consumed you. Every thought you had, every time you wracked your mind for why this happened–all thoughts came back to Dewdrop.
One morning, you and the rest of the Ghouls were getting breakfast, part of the usual routine. Dewdrop always sat next to you. Always. If someone dared to sit next to you that wasn’t him, that unfortunate Ghoul would have a seat saved for them in the infirmary.
You picked at your food, thankful for the peace and quiet that seemed to grace you–until Dewdrop, as usual, plopped right next to you, uncomfortably close, blabbering on about his plans for the day. His most talked about topics were typically the most recent things he’d set on fire, or training to be a future bassist in the Ghoul project run by the Sister Imperator.
That day, you just couldn’t stand it.
You stood straight up from your seat, much to his confusion, and dumped your entire plate of food right on top of him. Dewdrop was always quick to anger, this time was no exception, and stood up with his teeth bared. “What the hell was that for?” He snarled.
“You ruined my life. I never wanna see you again.”
The two of you argued back and forth, until it escalated. The rest of the Ghouls and staff could only look on in terror, wanting to stop the fight but afraid of getting themselves maimed in the process. They could only do so much when you both scratched, bit, and hit each other. By the time big burly guards were able to pull the two of you apart, no one could tell whose blood was whose, whose injuries were whose. A multitude of claw marks, bites, and a cracked horn got you both an earful from the Sister Imperator.
For the next several years, the Abbey had to keep you and Dewdrop separated, for each other’s safety but also for everyone else. You two were violent, and hateful, and it wasn’t good for anyone to be around. A part of you felt bad that you were causing everyone to be so stressed, but then you always remembered what Dewdrop had done to you, even if he didn’t mean for it to happen. A freak accident, more like. But you didn’t come to terms with that until you grew up and finally realized it wasn’t really his fault. But it had been so long since the two of you had been apart, you and Dewdrop were doing your own separate things, and now he was gone a lot of the time now that he was in the band. You knew you had to make things right, you just didn’t know how.
It was late one night and you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. You shut your eyes tightly for several minutes, willing your brain to turn off, until you heaved a sigh of defeat. You stood up from your bed, put on your robe and decided to roam the halls of the Abbey until your body submitted to your will to sleep. The gardens were one of your favorite places on the property, after almost burning it down trying to gain control over your new fire-like abilities when you were a child, you did all you could to gain favor from the Earth Ghouls by taking care of the gardens along with them. It had been quite a few years since then, but you learned to like taking care of the plant life, even if you felt you didn’t owe them anymore.
It was there, in the middle of the gardens under a rising full moon, you felt a familiar presence watching you. Somehow, you already knew who it was. With him, it’s like you could always tell. Whenever he left on tour and when he came back, it’s like your souls were linked, you could always tell how close and how far he was. You imagined it was the same for him.
It had been years since you and Dewdrop interacted, you were barely ever in the same room together due to the unpredictable nature of your relationship. The most you two gave each other was a prolonged glance, an inexplicable yearning behind each other’s eyes, the reason unknown to you yet.
Dewdrop said nothing from his position in the shadows, the slight glare of his horns catching the light of the moon and his shining golden eyes the only thing you could see before he walked out closer to you. Your heart raced at the sight, a warmth radiating throughout your entire body before settling as a flutter in your stomach. He’s handsome, you thought, and frankly, a thought that never crossed your mind before now. The way he didn’t speak, only stared at you as he walked closer caused that flutter in your stomach to travel south.
You quickly backed away before you realized what was about to happen, Dewdrop lunging towards you with his claws outstretched, your heightened instincts as a Ghoul coming in handy than if you were still human. A part of you wanted him to catch you this time, but your logical side still ruled over your primal needs. “Dewdrop…” You spoke his name for the first time in years, feeling so right on your tongue, even if it was in fear. “Stop. Let us end this petty fighting.”
Dewdrop didn’t seem to hear what you said, or he did and he just elected to ignore it. He lunged at you again, but this time, he succeeded. You screamed as he grabbed you by the shoulders, the points of his claws digging into your skin, little pinpricks of blood pooling to the surface, staining your robe red. You closed your eyes in preparation for the bite that you were sure he would inflict on you. You gasped, your eyes flying open when you felt a wet, writhing muscle swipe up alongside your face.
He licked you.
“I’ve always wondered what you tasted like.” The first words Dewdrop spoke to you in years, his voice a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate your very being, your eyes becoming heavy lidded as a sudden heat washed over you. You didn’t understand it one bit, so you attempted to pull away, but Dewdrop was much stronger than you. His eyes that were clouded with something you couldn’t decipher, but you could definitely feel, started to clear–a look of almost realization overtook him, and he started to tremble. “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s come over me…I just-” He breathed heavily, his grip on you tightening as he retracted his claws, “I just had this feeling like I needed to see you and now…now I need you.”
You yelped as he threw you to the ground, his eyes again becoming blurred with what you now deduced was lust, the way his mouth flooded with drool and his pants tenting with what you were sure was the proof of his arousal. But why? Why now? You had no explainable reason, couldn't even think of one before he lowered himself on top of you. “Dewdrop, please, snap out of it!” You pleaded, tears trailing down your face as he started to undo the button of his pants. You yelled for help, for him to stop, trying to ignore the way your body started to light ablaze when he started to lick your neck like he was tasting his meal before devouring it.
“Gonna make you mine…” He promised, and you believed him.
But before Dewdrop could go any further, he was violently pulled off of you. He snarled and yelled at the guards to be let go, that he needed you, but he was restrained and taken away. You were traumatized, seeing him in such a state. You then were taken to Sister Imperator, who hopefully had some answers for you, because what the hell just happened?
A Sister of Sin wrapped you in a soft blanket as you waited for Sister Imperator to appear, a reassuring smile on her face not making you feel all that much better, but it was appreciated.
The Sister Imperator waltzed into the room with all the grace of someone of her station, she commanded all the attention in the room, her power enough to even make Papa Nihil cower in fear. But she didn’t scare you, she gave you a sense of comfort that you wouldn’t get from your parents. She replaced them in a way, but you were all the better for it. She was very understanding of how much these changes over the years have affected you.
You soon began to worry as Sister lit a cigarette, inhaled a deep hit before letting the smoke billow out into a cloud that lingered above her head. She never smoked, at least, not in front of you. She sighed before she spoke, “I’m afraid this isn't going to be the easiest conversation, my dear. But it’s a conversation we must have. Before we begin, I urge you to keep an open mind, for this might be the only way to get through this.”
“Sister, you’re scaring me.” You shakily replied, the blanket doing nothing to keep your trembling at bay.
She gave you a sympathetic smile, taking another drag of her cigarette before putting down on the ashtray. “I know you’re frightened, that’s to be expected when this kind of thing happens. But I want you to know, he didn’t mean to hurt you. Dewdrop wasn’t in control.”
You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”
She sighed. “I guess there’s no beating around the bush with this…” She took a seat beside you, placing a motherly hand on yours. “I thought I did my best teaching you the ways of the Ghouls, their temperaments of each element, their habits, rituals…but I suppose I failed to include one, which is my fault. I didn’t think it was important until now.”
“Please, just tell me, Sister.”
“When Dewdrop changed you all those years ago, we had no idea what would happen. We didn’t even think you would change. It is so rare. But alas, it did. You changed, and it left us completely in the dark. We had to go back deep into the archives, from thousands of years ago to find some concrete answers. We eventually found them…but we didn’t like what we saw.
Usually, Ghouls reach sexual maturity after they become fully grown and their brain fully develops, so around twenty-five years old. They don’t often choose a mate until well into their fifties…it seems that Dewdrop has had this process expedited. And we suspect that, perhaps, you two are connected. That you are fated to be his mate.”
“I don’t understand…I thought you said Ghouls can choose.”
Sister Imperator nodded solemnly. “We believe it’s different for transformed Ghouls. According to the old texts, the turned Ghoul belongs to the Ghoul that originally transformed them. I’m so sorry, dear.”
You shook your head, standing up with trembling limbs. “What, so-?” You chuckled incredulously, “I’m just his slave now, or something?”
“No, dear,” Sister stood with you, “you are his mate, his soulmate. It might not seem like it now, but you two have a powerful connection. Haven’t you felt it already?”
You couldn’t speak, couldn’t even deny it. She was right, you had felt it, that connection. You didn’t know what it was, until now. But you were too stubborn to accept it, even if the thought of being linked forever with Dewdrop wasn’t the most unappealing situation. “No, there has to be some way to stop this. Right?”
Sister Imperator frowned. “I’m afraid not. There is a mating ritual that Ghouls go through, but we can prolong it as long as you’d like. But you can’t hide from this forever.”
You scoffed, shrugging off your blanket in anger. “Where’s Dewdrop? We should talk, he can’t possibly want this either.”
“He’s being kept under the Abbey, locked away so he can’t hurt anyone, especially you. You can’t speak to him right now, the moon is full and he’s at his peak strength. If he sees you, his mate, not even the iron of the cage will be able to stop him.”
You ran to your bedroom in tears, all this information overloading your senses and sending you into a panic attack. Why was this happening? Why couldn’t it have happened to anyone else? You started to feel angry at Dewdrop again, until you reminded yourself that it still wasn’t his fault, no matter how hard you tried to think it was.
It was a long night waiting for the full moon to set, a long night of staying wide awake, trying to wrap your head around this predicament you suddenly found yourself in. You could have laughed at the irony of it all, you roamed the Abbey in hopes of being able to fall asleep only to be whiplashed and unable to sleep by all the information dumping Sister Imperator did. You needed to talk to Dewdrop, you needed to know his take on all of this.
Once the sun started to shine through the curtains of your bedroom window, you hurriedly dressed and rushed down to the cell where they were keeping Dewdrop.
As you neared the basement, you could smell him. Since when could you smell him from so far away? And the smell, it was…intoxicating. Your heart raced as you neared his cell. You were surprised at how the cells didn’t look like the typical prison cells you thought of. They were reinforced and sturdy, yes, but they also looked comfortable. The cells weren’t dark and moldy like you thought they would be, but it still broke your heart when you finally laid eyes on Dewdrop, who was already waiting for you at the door of his enclosure, his hands tightly gripped around the iron bars.
Dewdrop spoke your name sadly, an expression of regret and relief rolled into one. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you…again.”
You smiled weakly at that, thankful he was seemingly back to normal. “I assume Sister already told you what was going on?” Dewdrop nodded, embarrassed now. “So, it wasn’t your fault. None of this has been your fault.”
He tilted his head to the side in confusion. “But-”
“I know I told you, you ruined my life. But I was a child, all anger and no thought. You didn’t ruin my life, Dew, you made it better. I’m sorry that I made you think I hated you all these years, but I don’t. You’re my best friend.” Dewdrop smiling widely, unable to hide his relief and joy at your confession. “But…now, we’re in this predicament.” You chuckled nervously.
Dewdrop lowered his head in shame. “Right…” He giggled bitterly to himself, “It feels like I should apologize again.”
You leaned against the bars next to the door, sighing in defeat. “I just don’t know what to do, or how to feel. I never thought I’d be in this situation, ya know?” It must’ve been the bond that caused it, but when Dewdrop gave you a look of pity, you felt like kissing him. Instead, he reached his hand through the bars and gently ran the knuckle of his pointed finger over the apple of your cheek, goosebumps raising at the intimacy. “I…I should leave.”
“Don’t.” He grabbed your arm before you could step back from his enclosure, startling you before he quickly let go, chastising himself for being weak to his nature. “I’m sorry. I just…I don’t know how to behave around you anymore. All these urges…they scare me. I’ve never felt like this before, with anyone. It’s like, I wanna protect you–but ravage you at the same time.” He growled lowly, making your thighs clench together. He groaned, the grip on the bars tightening even more, the metal creaking at the sheer strength. “I could smell you before, but your scent is different now.” Drool started to drip out of his mouth, and you were suddenly thankful he was still in his cage.
Dewdrop suddenly let go of the bars and backed away to the other side of the cage, his breathing shaky. “Yes. Yes, you should go. Now.”
You were troubled by how fast you listened to him, legs burning as you bounded up the stairs as quickly as you could, accidentally running straight into the Sister Imperator. “You stupid girl!” She shouted, smacking the top of your head with not much force. “The moon hadn’t fully set yet! You’re lucky it was close to disappearing, he could’ve killed you!”
“I’m sorry…” You cried, shrinking yourself, feeling like a child again.
She sighed, pulling you into a hug, “No, I’m sorry. I should’ve been more clear. But all is well now. In fact, we can let him out tomorrow. His…urges will be at their weakest point–until the next full moon. So, if this isn’t something you want, but sure to stay away from him the days leading up to the full moon and at least the day after. He’s a good boy, but he’s still a Ghoul, and he will take what he wants if given the opportunity.”
When she said that, you blamed the ache between your thighs on the bond.
Over the next couple weeks, you got to know Dewdrop again. Honestly? You missed it. You missed him. You missed hanging out with all your friends together like back in the day. You were close with the rest of his bandmates since you were kids, after the falling out between the two of you, you couldn’t hang out with them like you used to.
One thing that was different was how possessive Dewdrop became after his…changes. He was more impulsive, and jealous, well, more than usual. If you and another Ghoul were getting too friendly, he’d steal you away with a glare to the offending competition. It often happened with Swiss, because he was always a friendly guy, but your friendship was completely innocent, but it never looked that way in a jealous mate’s eyes.
You thought Dewdrop would settle down after the full moon, but you supposed you were wrong.
It was hard to tell what was pushing boundaries and what was just normal Dewdrop behavior. He was always touchy-feely with you before, but those actions felt like they were done with different intentions now. But your biggest issue with it all was that–you had no issues with it. You loved his attention, but you chalked that up to just missing your best friend. His subtle touches, any excuse to be close to you, the way he looked at you like you were the only other thing in the universe; it got to you. You were ashamed how many times you had to touch yourself to be rid of the constant thoughts of him, him, him.
The worst of it all, Dewdrop noticed. Oh, god, did he notice. The way your cheeks flushed dark when you noticed his eyes trailing up and down your body when he noticed your scent change the next morning, his subtle smirk, and you knew his ego was being inflated to the size of the planet when he figured out you were coming around to the idea of being his mate. You didn’t know why you were still fighting it, like Sister said, you can’t hide from it forever.
Staying away from Dewdrop during his full moon cycle was harder than you thought, seeing him start to become more aggressive around you were the first signs it was time to put some distance between you two. Your heart ached when the Abbey had to put him in his cage, but it was for everyone’s safety. But then, you started to feel it too, those urges. It was easier to control than you thought, but the pain was almost unbearable. Your cunt clenched and throbbed with want, and it seemed Dewdrop could sense your turmoil from all the way underneath the building of the Abbey. You could faintly hear his mewls from the basement, calling to you, begging for you to come to him.
You didn’t know if you could take another month of this.
You loved him. You always had. You never imagined yourself with anyone else. Before you even knew what all this meant, your little child mind always wanted to be Dewdrop’s friend forever. But now, you’d be more than that; and that seemed perfectly fine to you.
The next morning, you went to Sister Imperator. “I want to be Dewdrop’s mate.”
She smiled, nodding her head in understanding. You could see she wanted to say something smart, but you appreciated her refraining. “I’ll make sure everything is set up for next month. Try not to tear the place down as you wait.” You didn’t entirely know what she meant by that, but it made you blush nonetheless.
When Dewdrop was finally released for good, you finally realized what Sister Imperator meant.
When you told Dewdrop your decision, it took everything in him not to pounce on you right then and there, but–he did kiss you.
You moaned in surprise as Dewdrop crashed your lips against his, passionate and deep, like he’d been waiting for this for years; and he might as well had. He coaxed open your mouth so easily, to press his tongue against yours, like he could telepathically tell you what to do. Once you admitted that you were his, you submitted so easily, so easy like breathing. A part of you wondered why you waited so long. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you to him as close as he could, and you could feel the evidence of his arousal prodding at your leg, but he only kissed you. Even though you might have wanted it, wanted him, and him wanting you as well, you both decided to wait until the ritual.
But that didn’t mean you had to be completely ritualistic about it.
It was hard to tear the two of you apart, attached at the mouth at all times almost. But of course that’s not all you did. You talked to one another, learning all there was to know about one another, not wanting to have many issues going into this ritual that would tie the two of you together. But the more you thought about it, and learned about it, the more terrified you became.
The ritual, even in modern day, was still medieval in practice. Deep underground, even further than where Dewdrop was kept during a full moon, the Ghoul couple would travel down to a portal that would transport them to the Underworld where they originated from. Under the watchful eye of the Unholy Father, the two Ghouls would come together as one, marking each other as theirs for all eternity. The newly united couple would stay in Hell, not to be disturbed from their ‘honeymoon’ until they both overcome the powerful urges that came with being united. It was mostly the thought that you’d be watched was the most pressing issue you had.
Dewdrop tried to reassure you that it wasn’t that bad, according to other Ghoul relationships. But you still grew up human somewhat, the idea was completely foreign to you. You wished for privacy, and the fact that you wouldn’t get that with your mate was upsetting. But Dewdrop had an idea of how to alleviate some of that stress.
Dewdrop was never allowed to be inside your room alone, for obvious reasons, but he managed to slip into the shadows when the sun went down, entering your bedroom after a light knock. “You’re not supposed to be in here!” You fussed, but it was hard to take you seriously with how wide your grin was to see him. “You’ll get in trouble if you get caught.”
“Then I won’t get caught.” He smirked, taking a seat on the edge of your bed and patting the spot beside him, encouraging you to sit next to him. And like he was gravity, you felt yourself being pulled to him. You giggled as he brought your lips to his, a content sigh leaving through your nose as you melted into his touch, all too eager to give into his affection. “Mmm, my sweet girl.” He purred, and you made a little hum of agreement. “You know how you expressed to me how nervous you are for our ritual?” You felt your face heat up, but nodded your head. “I think I know of a way to help you, at least a little bit; so you won’t feel as nervous.”
Your expression brightened at his notion, eager to learn what he was talking about. “Yeah? What’s that?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Good girl. I want you to lay down on the bed for me.” You had a feeling where this was going, but you told him you trusted him, so you did as he asked. “Our ritual will be your first time?” You nodded bashfully, but that answer seemed to please him, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I know it can be nerve wracking, even more because we’ll be watched. But I want our first intimate moments to be ours, not anyone else’s, not even Him.”
“Those are dangerous words you’re saying, Dew.”
But that response only made him grin devilishly. “I’m going to take your pants off, okay?” But you quickly sat up, taking his hands in yours, keeping him from tugging your pajama pants and underwear down your legs.
“If someone finds out we-”
“We’re not, my sweet girl,” he reassured, “not all the way. There are other ways to take pleasure without me being inside you, even though I want that…so badly. But this is about you, not me. We have our ritual in less than two weeks. I’ve waited for you for months, what’s one more?” He leaned forward, kissing you once more. “Still trust me?”
“Yes.” You breathed out, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest as you laid back down, relaxing your body, and letting Dewdrop slowly pull your pants and underwear down. You shivered as the skin of your legs pebbled in goosebumps, his hands almost feather light as they trailed down your now exposed lower half. Dewdrop drank you in, your expression flustered as he gently spread your legs, revealing your glistening pussy to his hungry eyes. Damn, he hadn’t even touched you yet.
Dewdrop caught your gaze, holding it there, waiting for that explicit consent. You bit your lip and nodded, and he smiled, his pearly white fangs on full display as he lowered himself in between your legs. Your smell had him drooling, the intoxicating aroma of your arousal pulling him in like a moth to a flame. If he was this drawn in this much under a new moon, how ravenous would he be under a full one?
You gasped as Dewdrop lightly raked his claws against the meat of your inner thigh, repeating those motions under you began to whine with need, and God, he could see it. He could see your cunt clenching around nothing, your clit throbbing, just begging to be touched. He couldn’t leave you in such agony any longer.
You let out a surprised moan as Dewdrop licked a tantalizing strip up your folds, kissing your sensitive nub sweetly, your body twitching at the miniscule feeling of pleasure. “Fuck,” he sighed heavily, “I knew you’d taste good.” He worked you with his tongue with a little more pressure, eliciting heavy sighs and soft whines from your pretty mouth. You’d been able to get yourself off with your fingers, but this was something else entirely, and you feared you’d never be able to get enough of it now that you’ve experienced it. But Dewdrop was not even close to done with you yet.
Dewdrop let his hands wonder, trailing up your stomach until he reached the peaks of your breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of your sleep shirt. Almost instinctually, you lifted the hem up and over your breasts, letting him feel the softness of the skin, his fingers pinching your nipples, the feeling shooting down to your cunt and causing a shock of pleasure to spread through your body. “Dewdrop, fuck-!” You whined, suddenly silenced by his larger hand covering your mouth.
“Shh, wouldn’t want anyone to catch us, would we? I need you to stay a bit quieter. Can you do that for me, sweet girl?”
“Yes, yes, just please keep going. It feels so good.” Then you felt a pressure against your entrance, Dewdrop’s thick finger, slowly pushing its way inside you. “Oh my Go-!”
“Shh…” Dewdrop urged, “you want me to keep going, right?” You placed his fingers inside your mouth in response, gently sucking on them to keep yourself quiet, pushing his head back down to your clit. He chuckled. “Oh, you’re going to be a real brat someday, huh?” You bit down on his fingers slightly as he added a second finger in your cunt, causing him to let out a low growl. “Careful, brat.”
You tried not to moan loudly as he reattached his lips to your clit, thrusting his fingers in and out of you at the same time, the feeling of pleasure was otherworldly. It didn’t take long for you to near your peak, his fingers curling inside and hitting a spot that made you forget to breathe. You might’ve been embarrassed at how fast you got close, but in that moment, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. “Dewdrop, don’t stop, please.” You moaned, reaching up to hold onto his wrist that was now gently holding your neck, and the other reaching down to tightly grab onto his hair.
“Don’t stop?” He teased, and you frantically nodded your head. “Yeah? Then look at me. Fuckin’ look at me. I wanna see those pretty eyes when you come.” His pupils were blown wide as you looked down at him devouring your cunt, your walls clenching around his fingers tightly, making him groan in approval. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel my cock inside your tight little pussy, I just know it’s gonna feel so good. But right now, I want you to come for me, okay? Fuckin’ come for me.”
You couldn’t help but throw your head back onto your pillow, your back arching off the bed as your orgasm hit you like an avalanche–so much better than you could make yourself come with just your fingers.
“That’s my good girl…” Dewdrop moaned, slowly removing his fingers after he let you ride out your high, admiring the way they glistened in the light of your bedroom lamp. He couldn’t help but suck off the elixir of your climax, locking eyes with you as he did so. “My sweet girl, you did so good for me.” He raised from his position between your legs, hovering above you and kissing you gently. You could feel his bulge through his pants, pulsing with want, and all of a sudden you wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you once more. But before you could palm him through his pants, he snatched your hand away with a barely audible growl. “Don’t. I won’t be able to stop once I start, and remember, we can’t until the ceremony. I want to, trust me, I want to. But it’s for the best right now.”
You pouted, but reluctantly agreed. “Thank you, Dewdrop. I do feel better about it all now. I’m happy I’m going to become your mate.”
Dewdrop chuckled. “You already are, official or not. You became mine as soon as we met.”
The following days went back quickly, almost too quickly. Before you knew it, the Abbey and Sister Imperator started to prepare for you and Dewdrop’s ritual, which involved a lot of taking measurements for the robes you’d be made to wear. Certain Ghouls who often traveled to and from Hell prepared everything for the ritual on that side of the universe, and you started to feel like everyone was being dramatic about it all. You were informed there hadn’t been a mating ritual for a couple decades, so the Abbey decided to make a small celebration out of it.
The only thing that amused you was how Dewdrop hated the amount of preening these Sisters of Sin were doing for him. His measurements must be just right for his robes, his horns must be polished, his fangs whitened, every strand of hair in their proper place. “They’re acting like those robes won’t be torn to shreds when the ritual starts.” He growled.
You were in the same mindset as well, but you didn’t mind being pampered, it helped you take your mind off things. But you couldn’t ignore it any longer, as the ritual day finally came and your heartbeat rattled your ribs as a Sister of Sin bathed and dressed you. Per tradition and the upcoming full moon, you and Dewdrop had been separated until the ritual, so you had no idea how he was feeling or if he was having second thoughts. Surprisingly, you weren’t getting cold feet at all, despite how nervous you were. You wanted Dewdrop, you had always wanted him, and he made you feel loved; but this bond was sprung upon him just the same as you. In your heart, you knew Dewdrop wanted you–loved you, so you felt guilty wondering if he was starting to regret his decision. But the thought of Dewdrop boiling the water of his tub in anger as another Sister of Sin ritualistically bathed him made a smile come to your face.
Sister Imperator greeted you with a motherly smile as you were brought to the top of the winding stairs that would carry you down to the deepest parts of the Abbey, admiring the handiwork of the robes that decorated your form. “You look beautiful, sweet girl. You’ll be just fine.” You gave her a sincere smile in return, making the Sister silently gasp when you pulled her into a hug, before she relaxed and wrapped her arms around you.
“Wait, where’s Dewdrop?” You asked, noticing the lack of his presence.
“Don’t worry, my dear. He’s already waiting for you. Alright, on you go.” She nodded to the Sister of Sin by your side, signaling her to lead you down the staircase.
You underestimated how deep this place really was, the further down you went, the darker it got, lit torches lining the walls of the staircase until you reached the very bottom. It was a long dimly lit tunnel that led to a faint purple light, where you could already make out the silhouette of Dewdrop with his own handler, a tall and muscular Ghoul. The Sister of Sin walked by your side as you made your way to him, the closer you got the more that purple light took shape. The back wall of the tunnel ended, cobblestone opening up into a glowing, warbling purple pentagon like shaped portal that you assumed led into Hell.
Dewdrop looked like he could devour you, his eyes darkening as he saw a glimpse of what was beneath your robes, a blush making its way to your cheeks. You were allowed to wear something beneath the robes, to your surprise, so you made sure to pick something you knew Dew would not be able to resist.
The Sister of Sin bid you farewell, leaving you, Dewdrop, and his handler, who was also meant to be your guide once you went through the portal. You took Dewdrop’s hand as you both were led through the purple mist, whatever the portal was made out of tickling your skin as you walked through.
Whatever you expected Hell to be like, your imagination never could’ve prepared you for the real thing.
You were once told that Hell for humans is different for Ghouls. For humans, Hell was punishment, torture, and fire; endless suffering and falling. But for Ghouls, this was their true home, hunting grounds, and way of life. You and Dewdrop were both fire Ghouls, so the portal took you to the fire Ghouls natural habitat. You couldn’t believe Hell had different environments for specific Ghouls, but then again, you knew little to nothing about it in the first place before you were transformed.
The sky was a darkened orange, almost red, and the ground was flaky with lava flowing through some of the bigger cracks in the terrain. Caves were scattered on mountainsides as far as your eyes could see, making out little villages on the horizon that you assumed housed native fire Ghouls that had better things to do than come to Earth to play in a silly rock band. But on the path before you, led to a steep hill with scarce patches of dried grass at the top, a thick blanket with runes that you didn’t recognize stitched into the fabric that were arranged into a pentagram. It wasn’t as scary as you thought it would be, although the dagger that was set in the middle of the pentagram did spike your heart rate a little bit. Dewdrop squeezed your hand, giving you a reassuring smile before leading you up the hill, bidding farewell to the guide, leaving you two completely alone.
The loudness of the silence was deafening as you and Dewdrop settled atop the hill, staring at each other, wanting nothing more to tear each other’s ceremonial robes off. But just one thing was missing; your observer. “When are we supposed to start?” You whispered to Dewdrop, even though you were alone.
“Impatient, are we?” He smirked, causing you to pout, earning you a chuckle.
“How are you so…calm? It is a full moon, shouldn’t you be fighting tooth and nail to get in my pants right now?”
Dewdrop shrugged. “Not sure. Maybe because I know I can make you mine any moment now. I’m not locked away from you tonight, and never will be again.”
A strong, hot wind blew through the air–disrupting your conversation–the blanket long gone to the winds if it weren’t for you and Dewdrop sitting on it. You looked at him in slight fear, feeling a heavy presence forming in the sky. He gripped your hand, nodding in reassurance. It was like a shadow, loosely shaped that almost resembled a man, two glaring yellow eyes at the center of where a face would be. You could faintly make out the shape of two large horns that curled up and out of the sides of the ‘head’. Even as a demon now yourself, the presence of the Unholy Father rattled you.
In an instant, you had a feeling of what you needed to do, how to proceed. It’s like you could hear this voice in your head guiding you, but it wasn’t a voice at all, more like instinct.
With trembling legs, you stood up with Dewdrop. You came closer together, running your hands along one another, feeling each other’s heat radiating through the robes. Take them off, you jolted as the thought came into your mind, but you listened. With shaky hands, you slipped off your robes, revealing the bright red lingerie that you wore just for Dewdrop, blushing as you watched his eyes widened, then darken as he swiped his tongue over his fangs in hunger. In turn, Dewdrop tore off his robes to reveal nothing underneath, his cock already standing at attention, slightly bobbing in the air, before you two even started.
“Fuck…” Dewdrop growled, letting his hands roam up your arms, cupping and squeezing at your heavy breasts, eliciting a whine from your lips. He helped you out of your bra and underwear, mouth watering at the sight of your now completely naked body. Dewdrop leaned forward to kiss you, but he suddenly stopped with a flinch, clear that a sharp thought entered his mind too. The pact first…
You and Dewdrop kneeled back to the ground, picking up the dagger. The design was beautiful, red and black jewels covering the pommel, the silver blade shining even in the dim atmosphere.
Dewdrop held out his hand, motioning for you to give him yours, palm facing up. You froze as he lifted the dagger, the fear of the pain making you hesitate, but you stayed still as the tip of the blade pierced the thin skin of your palm. You hissed as the blade sliced the expanse of your palm, blood pooling to the surface as your hand throbbed. Dewdrop handed you the dagger, his palm facing up for you. You didn’t want to hurt him, but you reminded yourself this was part of the ritual. You pierced his skin, and he barely made a sound, not even when you made a similar cut through his palm.
You and Dewdrop let your blood pool in your hands, dipping your fingers in the sticky crimson and drawing shapes into each other’s skin. You didn’t even know what you were drawing, instinct taking over, only when you were done you realized it was the same runes from the blanket you were currently sitting on. You were both now covered in each other’s blood, drops running across your skin from the corners of the rune drawings. You probably looked like a mess, but you thought Dewdrop looked dangerously beautiful.
Wind billowed around the two of you as you were finally allowed to kiss each other passionately, all tongue and teeth, tasting copper and salt. But you didn’t want it to stop. Before you knew it, the shadow disappeared, leaving you two breathless and bleeding. “I guess he just wanted to see us bleed for each other.” You chuckled, panting from your arousal, the evidence running down your thighs. You guessed rituals turned you on more than you thought.
“I guess so.” Dewdrop responded, his hands wrapping around your midsection tightly, his wounded hand leaving a bloody handprint on your back. “Now I have you all to myself, whatever shall I do with you? The mind reels. Where to start?”
You shrieked as he pinned you to the ground, intertwining your hands, your blood mixing with his, feeling your bond become even stronger. You gasped as he licked up the side of your neck slowly, ruining a rune that was drawn there. “Mmm, my blood tastes sweet on you.” He groaned, his pulsing erection prodding against your core, your clit throbbing in tandem, your entrance clenching around nothing as you jutted your hips to him. “Needy, are we? Good. But I want to get you ready for me first.” Your breathing became shaky and unsteady as he trailed kisses and licks down your body, almost cleaning the bloody runes off your body.
“So wet for me.” Dewdrop breathed out, face to face with your center, seeing the slick that pooled at your entrance. “Did me painting you with my blood get you all hot and bothered, baby?”
You almost cried out when he licked up your folds, spreading them with his fingers to get better access to your throbbing bundle of nerves, letting that cry escape when he suctioned his lips against it. “Dew, yes!" You cried, unable to stop the buck of your hips as he made out with your pussy. You were close already, two of his fingers pushing into you making your eyes roll, a strangled moan escaping your lips as you reached that high. It was hot, almost unbearably so, the ground beneath you boiling and reaching temperatures that no human could survive, but it made the moment so much better. You and Dewdrop were already sweating the bloody runes off. “Please, Dew, please, fuck me. I want you, so bad.” You whined, eliciting a smirk from him.
“Yeah, you want my cock? Finally?”
“Please…” You begged, grabbing his hair and pulling his lips to yours, biting his lip until it drew blood.
“Fuck, I’m gonna make a mess out of you.”
Dewdrop lined up his cock with your entrance, sliding inside so easily, your arousal and aftermath of your orgasm making it a smooth glide. You both moaned together, your pussy so tightly clenched around him, causing him to briefly collapse against you with a groan. “Feels too good, fuck.” He laughed breathlessly. “Feels perfect.” Dewdrop pried your legs open further and thrusted into you once harshly, knocking the breath out of you, before setting a slower pace. You could feel every ridge and vein, rubbing against your sensitive walls so deliciously. God, he felt so heavy inside you, stretching you open to make you take him–the thought sending shockwaves of pleasure through you.
It was so intimate, Dewdrop on top of you, as close as two beings could get, his dark eyes gazing into yours, watching every facial expression you made as he pistoned his hips against yours. “I love you…” You whispered, bringing your hands up to attach around his neck, gently tugging at the roots of his hair.
“I love you too, my pretty succubus.” Dewdrop grinned, leaning down to kiss you, rocking his hips with more force, your breasts bouncing with every thrust. “I’ve always loved you, since we were children. I couldn’t ask for a better mate.”
Your heart soared at his words, finally letting yourself let go, not worrying about doing something embarrassing or without finesse. You let Dewdrop take care of you, allowing him to completely unravel you, ripping away all your layers to see the real you and piecing you back together, repeating that process with every orgasm he tore from you. He removed the hands that held together at his neck, pinning them above your head with his own, his fangs shining as he smirked. Your own fangs ached with an urge that you knew you wouldn’t be able to control.
Dewdrop gasped as your fangs connected to the skin of his shoulder, pressing in until it broke, your teeth sinking in, his blood pooling to the surface and dripping down your chin. “Mmm, your blood does taste sweet.”
“You bit me?” Dewdrop grinned darkly.
“Now you know how it feels.” You said lovingly, remembering what got you two here in the first place.
“Get on top of me, baby.”
Before you could respond, Dewdrop had flipped you over, his hands on your hips, guiding you to bounce up and down on his cock, his brows furrowing in concentration. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of this cunt.” He grunted, smiling at your fucked out expression, the pleasure so overwhelming it was the only thing you could focus on beside staying upright, but he helped with that. His grip was bruising, his strength enough to hold you there, but he had been making you feel so good–you wished to return the favor.
You removed Dewdrop’s hands from your hips, pinning them above his head, your breasts dangling in his face, giving him the perfect opportunity to lick and suckle at them. His cock hit your cervix with every thrust, the angle allowing your core to be completely against his pelvis every time you lowered yourself onto him, your clit dragging against the wiry hairs that decorated his pubic region, creating a blissful friction that had you faltering.
You gasped as Dewdrop sat up abruptly, reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look him in the eyes, as if you’d want to look anywhere else when his face was so pretty when it was giving way to the pleasure you made him feel. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come inside you and you’re gonna take it all, understand?”
You moaned loudly as he thrusted up into you wildly, using one hand to lean against the ground as he planted his feet so he could thrust into you, his other hand keeping that grip on your hair, winding tighter and tighter the closer he got. The roughness of it all propelled forward another climax from you, the angle reaching the depths of you, bullying against that spot that made you feel like your body turned into static. “I’m gonna come too, Dew, I’m gonna come with you. Please, come with me.”
“Keep moaning like that for me. You sound so pretty. Scream my name when you come around this cock.” Dewdrop groaned loudly, his cock pulsing inside you, your gummy walls tightening around him like a vice as your orgasm shook you to the core, his own release washing over him along with you.
“Fuck…” Dewdrop panted, collapsing to the ground, bringing you with him. You smiled against his naked chest, the absurdity of having your first time in Hell making you giggle. “What?”
“I lost my virginity in Hell.” You continued to giggle, causing Dewdrop to roll his eyes, chasing your lips until you stopped.
“Wild, isn’t it? But you’re acting like this is over.” Dewdrop growled, and you could feel his cock hardening once again. “I get you all to myself, no one to disturb us, and I’m not going to stop filling up that pussy until I physically can’t anymore. Understand?”
“Yes.” You breathed out shakily, your legs trembling, anticipating the promise of more pleasure.
“Good girl.”
The hill had another path, the path that led to one of the caves on the mountainside, where you and your new mate would spend the rest of your time. You couldn’t even count how many times Dewdrop made love to you, and fucked you. By the second day, your mind was too broken from all the pleasure that you lost track, even of time itself. You two only stopped when you needed to, exhaustion giving way to thirst and hunger, but eating only threw gasoline on the fire that was your lust for each other, your flame growing brighter again. Dewdrop had you in every way you could think of, on your back, your hands and knees, against the walls of the cave. The cave only smelled of fire and sex by the time your mating ritual finally ended.
You were almost sad that you had to go back to Earth, these past several days had you glowing with happiness. But you weren’t from Hell, not truly; your home was at the Abbey, and with Dewdrop. Wherever he went, you knew you’d always follow, even if he wanted to stay in Hell forever.
After being in Hell for so long, coming back through the portal to the dark basement felt like stepping into a freezer, you had to tighten your robe around yourself and lean into Dewdrop for heat. All that preparation and no one thought to have an extra set of clothes ready for when you both returned. But everyone was so happy for you and Dewdrop, it felt like you were newlyweds. But you weren’t, it was something so much more.
You and Dewdrop were soulmates now–bonded, for all eternity–together as one.
thinking about how overwhelmingly satisfying getting fucked by dew would be. he’s so much fun in bed, is always down to try new things, knows exactly what he’s doing, and always considers his partner’s pleasure. if you’re feeling like getting fucked into the mattress, getting overstimulated or edged, being teased relentlessly, etc. he’s your guy.
dew is a big fan of the classics. while he definitely likes to try new things, he primarily has a kind of “if it ain’t broke don’t fix it” kind of attitude.
doggy style is a favorite of his because he loves to see you face down in the pillows, pulling you up by your hips and pushing your upper body down into the mattress while you take his cock. this position is for when he’s feeling particularly pent up or frustrated, and of course you don’t mind helping him work off some steam! lots of “there ya go, take it like a good girl for me” and “yeah? does that feel good baby?”, a smirk on his face while he’s so deep it’s almost too much. you best believe he doesn’t stop (or really even slow down) when you cum, not until he’s satisfied and you’re just a puddle on the bed.
he loves the eye contact that missionary allows, he’s all about gauging your reaction and watching the way you respond to what he’s doing to you. makes for the perfect makeout position, or for him to leave marks all over your neck and chest. it also allows him plenty of room to wrap one of those beautiful hands around your neck or cover your mouth if need be. he keeps your bodies nice and close together so he’s not only as deep as he can possibly be, but so he’s able to grind his pelvis against your clit on each thrust and drive you crazy. when he’s feeling like being all romantic and gentle about it, missionary is a great way for him to kiss you soft and slow and tell you how much he loves you while he’s buried up to the hilt inside you.
cowgirl is another favorite because he’s always excited to be able to get a great look at you while you ride him. not only can he get really deep in this position, but he gets the pleasure of watching you fall apart on top of him. when you ride him, his hands are everywhere, grabbing at your thighs, hips and waist. he’s absolutely grabbing a handful of your tits as well, maybe even sitting up or pulling you down to give you hickies all over your chest while you bounce on his lap or grind back and forth on top of him. if you get tired, he’s more than happy to pull you down on top of him and thrust into you from below, holding you in place so all you have to do is lay your head on his chest and take it.
spooning is for sleepy sex, gentle and romantic sex, lazy morning sex or really any combination of the above. it’s like cuddling (one of his favorite activities) combined with sex (one of his other favorite activities). it’s for soft dew hours! don’t worry though, he’s still his normal bratty self. he’ll tease you by sucking marks into your neck, tilting your head back to kiss you deeply, or wrapping his arms around you to play with your nipples and stroke your clit. he’ll make you cum hard in his arms while he tells you how beautiful you are and how good it feels to be inside you.
in terms of foreplay, he also loves to go down on you and use his fingers at the same time. he has such nice hands, perfect for filling you up, and he knows exactly how to use his very talented fingers. he pays close attention the first time he goes down on you so he can always do it exactly how you like it. licks your clit at the perfect speed, sucks it into his mouth here and there, and rubs circles on it using your arousal as lube. knows that fingering you deep and fast while he’s licking and sucking on your clit at the same time will have you coming fast and hard.
when it comes to being on the receiving end, he throughly enjoys when you give him head, especially when you’re a tease just like him. sure, it feels amazing when you take him all the way down your throat, but fuck if he doesn’t love the way you suck on the head like a lollipop and flick your tongue over his slit. eventually he’s groaning and whining when he comes in your mouth, on your face, or all over your tits.
did someone say handjob? dew is always game for a nice slow handjob here and there, especially in the mornings when you wake up or when he’s tired. it’s also his favorite way to get scolded for being a brat… a long drawn out handjob where you either edge him or overstimulate him until he’s begging you to either let him cum or give him a break. regardless, it’s so worth it whenever you do decide to indulge him. he moans, groans, whines and generally makes the best noises you’ve ever heard. he gets all red and flushed from his chest up to his cheeks, his cock twitching and leaking in your grasp. and of course, he looks so pretty when he eventually cums all over your hand.
A/N: Never been more mesmerized in my life then when I went to my first ritual... Unashamedly staring at this fucking ghoul all night. Thank you @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus for reading this first 💕
Content warnings: sodomy (obviously, which ghoul do you think this is?) m!receiving (oral), fingering, P in V sex, shame/embarrassment, voyeurism. Minors DNI.
“Straight through there, sister, you can’t miss it.” You received an unceremonious shove from Sister Adelaide. After catching yourself on the railing you continued down the curving stone stairwell alone. Your footsteps scuffed along the ice cold, ancient grey stone.
It was freezing in the basement of the ministry, and you wished silently that the good Sister had allowed you to dress properly before she dragged you out of your shared bedroom. All you wore was a black night slip, and though it easily reached to your knees, its lace and satin offered no solace from the nipping, stale air. With no relief from the cold, all you prayed for was that you wouldn’t run into anyone down here.
Finally, you reached the base of the stairs. A single black candle glowed from its head-level position on the wall. You squinted at it, considering it an omen, telling you not to go further. You peered out into the distance, feeling lost already. You can’t miss it my ass. You made a mental note to “thank” the Sister later for her astute direction.
Suddenly, the first long corridor was lit instantaneously by a long trail of wall-mounted candelabras. It provided the only light source as you tiptoed along. The soft, yellow light carried you forth to meet a wooden door. You pushed it open with ease and were met with black darker than night.
You stumble blindly forward through a series of black velvet curtains. Once you step through the first one, your heart kicks up in rhythm, the light seemingly sucked out of the hallway behind you and the door falling closed on its hinges with a creak.
You take three more less-than-graceful steps and shove through one final curtain to find yourself in a dark room, lit by dim blue ambient light. It takes a minute for your eyes to adjust, and you take a quick stock of your surroundings: a dark chaise lounge, in what color you couldn’t identify, a dark multi-patterned rug on the floor, and in the corner at an angle facing you, a large armchair. You sucked in a breath quickly. The armchair had an occupant.
Is that…
Your thought was interrupted swiftly as the ghoul in the chair adjusted his posture, spreading his legs in a wide, almost lazy, “v” shape. The only sounds in the room were the distant hymnal voices in practice above ground, and the thrumming beat of your own heart. Your pulse pounded in your ears. You felt your hands become clammy.
You studied the ghoul as your eyes continued to adjust to the dark room. But you were torn: adrenaline begging through your veins for you to flee, and curiosity ever edging your instincts out of the picture.
As if sensing your thoughts, he moved again to stir your attention. His left elbow came to rest on the tuft of the chair, and he tilted his head as he rested it on his pale hand.
His hands.
You didn’t notice how his right hand had been sitting on his covered thigh, but now you couldn’t look away. His thumb was rubbing back and forth slowly, and even in the low light you recognized his tendons and veins as he flexed. You’d know those hands that belong to your favorite ghoul anywhere. His hands were imprinted on your mind like an unholy relic.
“Sodo.” Your voice was hardly audible, a mere breath coasting over your realization.
The fire ghoul said nothing, instead shifting from the disinterested position he was in to a commanding one, sitting straight backed against the chair. Your eyes found themselves watching his right hand again, as he slowly moved it from his thigh to be outstretched. He made a come here motion using two long fingers. Slowly, sensually beckoning you forth.
Your mouth went dry as the dirty thoughts regarding his fingers snaked their way up from your loins to leech into your brain. You obeyed. It wasn’t like you to disobey any member of the clergy. Especially not a member of the clergy who you’ve got it so bad for.
You timidly close the gap between you two. No words are needed in the exchange, but you size him up anyway. Sodo wears his mask, and he is covered from head to toe in his black uniform, the only exception of exposure being his perfect hands.
He pointed to the cushion at his feet and you kneel in submission. A perfectly obedient daughter of the ministry following the clergy.
“Wha -”
Where your question was going, you forgot immediately, as an old television screen turned on to the right of you. You jumped at the sudden addition of light and crackling sound, shrinking back in temporary trepidation.
How strange.
It was a video monitoring of what looked to be the inside of the dark wooden confession box.
Wait. Something’s -
The metal and heavy cloth sounds of the curtain moving made your stomach drop. You watched in horror as you, well, past you, entered the confession booth and sat down.
You heard the unmistakable words of Papa Emeritus IV. “My child, what makes you appear at such an hour? Have you come to confess what plagues your mind and body?”
“I have. It has been one week since my last confession.”
You knew what was coming next.
“Come, my child, speak what unsettles you, let it weigh on your heart no longer.”
Utterly embarrassed, you tilted your head down to hide your shame at the impending admission coming from your past self. But then, you felt a strong, cold hand grip your jaw, forcing your face up to watch in horror, reliving the moment in confession you had after having one too many glasses of wine at dinner.
“Last night I pleasured myself with the sinful thoughts of a brother…”
“Dio miserabile young sister!”
You bit your lip, both in the camera footage and presently. You had forgotten how Papa Emeritus IV had reacted so outwardly to your admission of guilt. After a pause, he spoke again. “Sister?”
“Yes, Papa?”
“Tell me which one of our pious brothers has turned your thoughts in such a devious way.”
“Uh…” You trailed off, your voice in the recording was meek, you sounded so utterly pathetic.
“Sister? I could just guess if that would make it easier for you.”
You winced at how pitiful it was that he had to coax it out of you. You watched, willing your past self to keep her stupid mouth closed, but of course she didn’t.
“It was… brother Dewdrop.”
“I see.”
In the room you thought you heard Dewdrop make a noise deep in the back of his throat, like a groan. Your attention quickly went back to the video, eyes never leaving the screen as made possible by the ghouls grasp on your face. There was a long-lasting pause, one that made your stomach tighten with the knowledge of what you were about to admit in that wooden box.
“Describe it, my child, you’ll feel better once you get it out.”
In the video you sighed deeply before continuing, “In my thoughts he was fingering me, using two, then three fingers inside me to make me come. Then I got down on my knees for him and serviced his cock, taking it in my hands and mouth.”
You stopped breathing. The sound of your blood rushing in the pulse near your ears drowning out the words coming through the screen.
“Continue.” Came the deep, accented voice of the Papa.
“Then I imagined I was in his lap, and he let me use his cock for my own pleasure. I fucked myself on top of him. Forgive me, please forgive me, I beg of you.” The video cut then, leaving you reeling.
Speaking such depraved filth in confession was mortifying enough, but knowing the ghoul you were speaking about heard it too was devastating. You were frozen in place in embarrassment. At least, you would have stayed that way had you not noticed Sodo’s breathing changed.
He had gotten so close to your face while gripping your chin that you could hear his labored breathing. His breaths came in heavy pants from inside his mask, like a predatory animal behind a muzzle.
Part of you wanted to take off his mask, see his devilish eyes, sharp teeth, and his horns for yourself. To let him bite you, mark you, ravage your body with his tongue and teeth. But you knew he’d want to keep it on, and oh how you aimed to please him.
“Sodo?” Your voice was uncharacteristically quiet as you faced him. His grip did not loosen from your chin while allowing you to move, instead his index finger tapped your cheek in what seemed to be contemplation. What did he want to do with you now? Especially after seeing such a horrific display of lust on your part. You had sounded so desperate, so pitiful in confession. But if he gave you the chance, you’d show him how truly desperate you could be.
He released your jaw from his hard grasp, placing his hands on each of his tightly clothed thighs. You exhaled soundlessly through your parted lips as he cocked his head to the left side. He sat there silently waiting.
Your voice came out timid at first, “It’s true, all of it. Every second of that tape is the truth.” You then cocked your head to the right, mirroring him while still from your position sitting on the floor. You gained more confidence as you continued, “Though I’m guessing you know that. And you knew I’d come here.” Does that mean that he too - that he could possibly -
Your eyes widened as he tilted his head down towards his lap, then back up to you. Asking you to, what, sit on his lap?
Fuck waiting to decipher what he meant, you read deeply enough into his vague expression, and you would do anything to get what you wanted. You stood up quickly, his masked head snapping up to follow you intently. However, before you could crawl into his lap, he reached forward and grabbed your hips, spinning you in a half circle so your ass was facing him. He pulled you back to sit down.
You didn’t have time to react, let alone think before he hooked his ankles around the inside of yours, catching your legs with his respectively. Then, he spread your legs wide, earning a sharp inhale of surprise from you as the slip you wore parted salaciously.
He put his fingers over your mouth and you licked them without thinking. You could swear he made a low, dark sound from behind you. Then he took those fingers and dragged them down the front of your body, tracing down your black garb in identical fashion to his movements during a ritual. He paused right at the hem of your night dress, as it had ridden up. His middle finger hooked under it and pulled it upward, exposing your most upper thighs and your lace black panties.
As his hand moved to cup you through your panties, you shifted your hips back to be more comfortable. You felt his hardness against your rear and felt yourself involuntarily clench around nothing. Fuck.
You couldn’t help but grind your ass back against him, feeling his hardening cock against you was something you thought you would only ever get to dream of. You just hoped he was enjoying your body as much as you were enjoying his.
He hooked a finger in your panties, pulling and then snapping them back to get your full attention back on what he was doing to you. You gasped at the momentary sharp sting. Satisfied by startling you, he traced the seam of your underwear once more, before dipping a callused finger inside and brushing along your slit.
You watched him pull his finger away, coated in your arousal, before going back to your heat and ripping your panties off of you, tossing them to the floor. He put his index and middle finger together and repeated the action of touching you. Sodo dragged his rough fingers through your folds and up to your clit. A whine escaped your lips, and his left hand grabbed your chest and pulled you back so you were resting completely against him. It led you to feel his arousal even better under your ass, and you swirl your hips twice to help spur him on.
Without warning, his two fingers plunged into your heat all the way to the third knuckle. You opened your mouth and nothing came out, only silence as you felt his fingers deep within your aching center. His thumb pressed down on your clit, providing the perfect addition of pressure.
His fingers felt as good as you dreamed they would be, so long, and hitting all the places inside you that were drawing you close to the edge already. He worked you in a steady rhythmic pattern, drawing his fingers in and out of you while circling your clit with his thumb. Just from this you knew your own fingers wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you again.
His left hand moved to your breast, cupping and then pressing his thumb to your already hardened nipple. You knew it was a combination of both the chill from the room and the heat of the moment that caused your nipples to ache against the fabric of your night dress. Sodo used his thumb to circle your nipple through your slip, a mirrored action to his right thumb on your most sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. Fuck.
Suddenly, you had a feeling of being watched. If there is a camera in the confession box then… maybe… You couldn’t finish the thought, if anything, it spurred you on further. Your head lolled back, resting on the ghouls' hard shoulder as you felt yourself reaching the peak. You had never come so fast before, and you tried to fight it off, but his fingers were like magic on you. He had changed his movements so that his long fingers curled perfectly within you. Each curl of his fingers had your breath hitching and your legs starting to shake. Sodo was a drug you didn’t know you needed and yet could never get enough of.
All the tension that had been building snapped and you came with a broken moan. His fingers never ceased their ministrations, only slowing to help you come down from your high. Soon you were squirming in his lap, the pressure of his calloused thumb on your clit almost painful now.
Your breath came in heavy shudders, your head still resting on his shoulder, “May I?” You circled your hips against his hardness again to punctuate the question. He made a low sound, moving his legs so they no longer held yours apart. You scooted down to the floor quickly, kneeling on the cushion before the ghoul. He wasted no time pulling his cock out for his black pants, stroking it roughly with his right hand twice before looking at you in expectation.
Your hands dragged up each of his thighs as you shifted forward. You made a silent vow as you rose up on your knees and lowered your mouth to taste him. If this is the penance that I will pay after confessing my lust, then I’ll be on my knees confessing every night.
You started at the hot tip, swirling your tongue around twice before placing your lips around him and sucking. It wasn’t enough, not for you, and certainly not for him. You grabbed him in your right hand and licked, your tongue wide and flat against the base of his shaft, all the way back up to the tip again before devouring him. Your mouth salivated profusely as you dipped your head down over and over and over again, massaging with your tongue and sucking expertly.
If your cunt wasn’t already wet from fucking his fingers, it would have been soaked just from this. Him allowing you to touch him, to pleasure him, was your salvation. You couldn’t get enough, high off his reactions to you as you changed pace. The way his breath shuddered, the sounds of his nails scratching on the armrests of the chair, it was all incentive for you to keep going and please him better than you had anyone before.
You dipped your head down again, going as deep as you could to take him all the way back in your throat. You breathed through your nose, ignoring your gag reflex, wanting only to pleasure Sodo.
You felt his bony fingers slide through your hair and you kept up your movements until he made a fist and yanked hard. Your lips fell from his cock with a soft pop. As your face moved back a strand of saliva connected your mouth to his erection. You looked up at his expressionless mask again.
His silence filled the room. And as he patted his thigh in indication for you to get on top of him, it felt like all of the air had been sucked from your chest. You trembled in your kneeling position on the floor, heart fluttering, and rose, not wanting to vex him by wasting precious time.
You climbed up into his lap like an obedient little pet. The aching within you came to a crescendo as you straddled him, holding onto his shoulders as you centered yourself. You looked into the eyes of the mask, seeing the empty void where his eyes would be. He nodded at you, giving you permission to do exactly as you fantasized about.
You gripped his cock, still wet with your saliva, and lined him up with your center. You dragged the tip of him through your sensitive folds, wanting to draw the moment out just a little more, before sinking down. Only the tip of his thick cock was inside you and already you felt yourself shivering. You steadied yourself again, grabbing his shoulders as you lowered yourself down agonizingly slow. Taking him for this first time had your cunt burning from the stretch to fit him inside you.
His cock was long and thick, but you were determined. Inch after inch you sunk down, and once you finally bottomed out, you didn’t miss how his nails scratched the arms of the chair. His head rolled back slightly, and just that provided the evidence that you needed to know he was relishing this moment too. You wondered how it felt for him, imagining that the ghoul was trying not to come just from the feeling of being inside your tight, wet, pussy.
You rose up on your knees, leaving just the head of his cock inside you before pushing back down in a full thrust. Repeating the motion had you lightheaded already, and you could feel the ridges and veins of his throbbing dick rubbing up against your g-spot with every move. One thing was absolutely certain, you were not going to last like this.
Up and down, up and down, you bucked your hips rhythmically to do exactly what you wanted and fucked yourself on him. You were certain that you held your breath each time you impaled yourself on him, believing that his cock would punch the air from your very lungs if not. The pressure was building again, this time deeper within your core. All the tension was pulling, pulling so tight. Fuck. You wanted to last longer but it was impossible. The feeling of him inside you made that impossible. You gasped, “I’m - I’m going to - Ah!”
A primal sound tore its way out of your throat as you reached your climax. Dewdrops hands grasped possessively at your hips, forcing you to continue to fuck yourself on him through your orgasm. His hands kept you moving steadily on his cock and had you feeling completely overstimulated in seconds. You cried out a series of unintelligible words, the feeling so foreign to you but familiar at the same time. After several more deep, hard thrusts, his cock twitched inside you and you knew he would come soon too. The thought of him coming inside you became your undoing. You came again, screaming his name in praise and adoration and he pulled you down hard one final time before he jerked inside you and you felt his hot load coat your walls. Your pussy still spasmed from your own orgasm, milking him dry.
The two of you sat in silence while you caught your breath. You slid off his lap, wincing slightly as you felt his cock leave your cunt. You stooped to the floor, picking up your torn panties and then fixing your night dress. Straightening up you noticed he had zipped his pants back up and was sprawled lazily in the chair again. His chest rose and fell rhythmically. Is he sleeping?
Before you left the room, a red light amongst the blue caught your eye and confirmed your suspicion from earlier. You were being watched again, just as you had in the confession. You averted your eyes away quickly, not wanting whoever was on the other end to know you had discovered them. Hoping that by doing so, you could have another encounter with Sodo soon if he so wished.
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... hope that ticked your taints *with love and adoration* (～￣▽￣)～
❤︎ synopsis — a little bit of naughtiness can go a long way, in more ways than one too
pairing: nameless ghouls x gn!reader
theme: smut ❣︎
a/n: i wanted to try a different writing style this time. this is all just pure smutty headcanons with the nameless ghouls because i’m shameless as hell. i’ll make a ghoulettes version soon
cw: nsfw content. it’s all pure smut guys. the ghouls have heat cycles. bdsm. cnc (?). orgasm denial. pet play. primal play (?). blood kink. dacryphilia. shower sex. spanking. semi-public sex. somnophilia. mirror sex. size kink. usage of toys. voyeurism. corruption kink, choking and biting. degradation. they’re ghouls, so they’re very feral.
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➻ sodomizer ghoul
this man is FERAL as hell
he wants to keep you all to himself
and you bet your ass he’s going to show everyone who you belong to
sodo is big on biting. he loves sinking his fangs into your flesh and marking you up with reddish-purple bruised hickeys
if he makes you bleed by biting you he’s only going to get more turned on
he likes seeing you covered in blood
those hands of his are sexy as hell, and he’s using those hands to grip onto any bare flesh his claws can grasp
especially on your ass. sodo likes to squeeze those bare cheeks and spank them until they’re red
being the lead guitarist = good with his fingers
sodo can and will force you on his lap while he fingers your tight heat into oblivion/jerks you off until you’re seeing stars
also pull on his tail if you want to make him go absolutely feral
even the slightest touch on his tail will literally have him rock hard in his pants. his sex drive is that high
this man is cocky as hell
sodo’s really into fucking you against the mirror. he likes to see how good he is at making you feel good
he MAKES you watch him fuck you. will literally grab your chin and force you to look straight into the mirror, just so you can see how his cock disappears into your hole.
“see that? see how good i’m fucking you? mmmh~ no other ghoul can make you feel like this.”
sodo is a lot easier to set off when he’s in heat. but he’s also really unpredictable.
he can be a rough and aggressive mess that wants nothing more than to force you into doggy position and just rail you from behind
or he’ll be a bratty and whimpering mess, begging for you to touch him
he hates to admit that he likes subbing while he’s in heat because it hurts his ego, but sometimes he wants to be pampered and treated like a prince when in bed
even though he’s a huge brat when that’s the case. sodo can’t listen to anything for shit
sodo also likes to fight with you during sex
not in a sense where it’s like actual fighting, but he likes to challenge you on who can dominate the other better
always playing with the power dynamic, teasing each other with dirty remarks, it gets his rocks off
and it usually tends to be a 50/50 on both ends. he likes the equal power dynamic because it turns him on
“mmmh~… look at you.. such a mess underneath me. not putting up much of a fight now, eh?” sodo chuckles lustfully, before shoving your head down to the pillow again as he pounded his cock into you from behind.
“you’re such a slut for my dick.. aren’t ya? such a pretty thing you are… taking me so well.”
you could only whimper softly from the feeling of his hard length pushing deep within your hole. you turned your head slightly, and was met with his hungry, promiscuous gaze.
“hah… i’d argue that you’re more of a slut than me… considering how hard you are.” you retorted back with a teasing grin. though, that grin was quickly wiped off your face when sodo slammed the head of his cock into your sweet spot again.
“shit!”
“awww.. would you look at that? not much of a talker now… are ya?”
sodo then grabbed a fistful of your hair, and craned your head up, forcing you to look in the mirror in front of his bed. you could see in full view how he was slamming his hips into you, and the feeling just made you more worked up.
and sodo could feel it too.
“good fucking plaything.”
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➻ rain ghoul
rain is a little more vanilla than most of his fellow ghouls
key word: a little
that doesn’t mean he can’t be absolutely feral and wild at times
as a water ghoul, rain absolutely adores shower sex
sometimes he’ll just gently knock on your bathroom door, asking politely to let him fuck you
but you can hear his heavy ass, horny breathing from the other side and it also gets you worked up.
one time, it was raining outside, and rain couldn’t resist dragging you outside and rail you like crazy while the raindrops were hitting your guys’ bodies.
he couldn’t help himself— he was feeling extra needy for your body and he just let his ghoulish instinct take over
it turned him on so much, but you later got sick and he felt bad. definitely spent the rest of that day pampering you
would totally do it again though
favorite position is watching you ride him
he loves to claw his fingers into your hips and guide you as you’re bouncing off of his cock
also pants and breaths heavily every time you’re riding him, then his groans quickly turn into quick and sharp moans as he gets closer
“shit… fuck— fuck fuck fuck! ahhh~ you’re so good love—! so good… riding me like that..”
rain’s moans are literally music to your ears
the water ghoul moans differently depending on his mood
he either shamelessly moans loudly, slowly moving to a higher pitch, or lets out deep and heavy breaths of sheer euphoria— with each pant getting deeper than the last
PRAISE KINK.
rain can’t help it. he just loves to worship you and your body while he’s fucking the ever living shit out of you
will definitely hold your hand during sex while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. he likes to be a bit romantic during sex
rain likes being both on the giving end and receiving end when it comes to praise
call him a good boy and he’ll cum immediately
he likes being praised a lot
also his horns are hella sensitive
If you tug on rain’s horns long enough and tease him, he’s practically melting and panting like a bitch in heat (which he probably is tbh)
so touch rain’s horns.
“oh yeaahh~ oh my love you’re squeezing me so tight— mmf~ you’re going to make me loose it..”
rain’s webbed fingers had a tight grip on your hips as he guided you up and down on his throbbing cock, watching your sweet hole consume his hard-on in a way that had both of you moaning so loudly.
your hands were on his shoulders, gripping them tightly that it left a slight bruising mark on his shoulders.
“rain… rain please..” you whispered out softly, before redirecting your fingers to grip onto the base of rain’s horns tightly.
the water ghoul only let out a higher pitched moan from the feeling and rocked his hips forward, hitting deeper spots inside of you that had your hips spasming.
“nngh! rain!”
“fuck baby! oh yes… that’s it, just like that.”
you only continued to ride rain with more desperation and neediness, gripping onto his horns more tightly. he kept his grip tight on your hips, and jerked his hips forward to match with the rhythm of yours.
“yes… yes that’s it… hnnngh~ keep riding me like that.”
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➻ mountain ghoul
big boy mountain
i said what i said
this man has size and he uses it well
like— he’d do anything just to see you taking his massive dick. he likes knowing that his size makes you feel so good
his favorite thing to do is have you cockwarm him
mountain could be doing the most mundane task like reading a book or something, and he’d just have you sit on his cock
he gets off to watching you squirm on him, seeing you trying not to moan too loud while he sits there, not effected at all.
also, he gets turned on seeing his cock inside of you
like that tummy bulge is there, and he loves staring at it.
mountain will push his palm down on your tummy, feeling himself move inside of you while he fucks you into oblivion
“ahhh~.. you feel that? that’s me making you feel good. i know you love it.”
mountain is fully aware of how big he is, and therefore he’s gentle with you
he’ll start off slow, but then he’ll gradually increase the pace until your legs are shaking like crazy
he will lift you up in his arms while he’s pounding into you. he likes the feeling of you being close to him
like— this man can be standing up and he’ll still have you in his arms while he’s fucking you
mountain also likes to watch you ride him
but his favorite positions is bending you over a counter or the bed while he’s going to town on you
will grip your hips so hard that it leaves marks which is incredibly hot too btw
mountain is insanely good at giving head
he’s addicted to your taste. he wouldn’t mind sitting between your legs for hours while lapping at your cunt/sucking your dick
also wraps his arms tightly around your thighs while he’s between your legs, just to make sure you’re not squirming too much
when he’s in heat he’s more needy, but also a little more rough
like this one time— you were teasing him a bit too much and it ended with you on his bed, tangled in the sheets while you were gasping for air
he’s sure to give you plenty of aftercare afterwards
one time while you both were sleeping together, you were awakened by the sounds of him moaning in his sleep.
mountain was definitely having a wet dream because he was moaning your name and grunting
so you woke him up in a pleasant way by jerking him off while he chased his climax in his sleep
it’s safe to say, you found yourself sitting on him afterwards
mountain was definitely in the zone at the moment.
“i can’t concentrate if you’re moving like that.”
it’s clear he was having no problem with what he was doing right now, but your situation was a little different.
sitting on his cock, but not being able to move, you were stuck on his lap— one of his strong hands grasping your hips to prevent you from moving while you let out soft whimpers of desperation.
“m-mountain please… i can’t take it..”
you had decided to wake up mountain from a nice dream by … pleasing him down there. in return, he decided to force you on his lap and make you take his hard on, not letting you move.
“sit still, pretty thing. you did this to yourself.” mountain whispered into your ear, his eyes still directed to the book he’s reading.
the earth ghoul jerked his hips upwards slightly to tease you, causing you to gasp and tighten around him.
“nnngh! mountain… please…”
“mhhh~ good… you’re doing great.. if you keep taking it well like that, i might reward you.”
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➻ swiss army ghoul
the king of kinks
this man has a whole list of all the shit he’s into, swiss is down to do anything, he’s called swiss army ghoul for a reason
literally everything turns him on, so he loves to experiment with you
position? he’s flexible enough to do anything you want
like he’ll either have you bending your legs backwards until your feet are against the bed frame, or he’ll bend down like holy mary, begging for you to just take him
his favorite position is your legs over his shoulders, simply because he likes hitting all of those sweet spots inside of you with his cock
swiss is the biggest switch to ever exist. he likes having control, but sometimes he wants to be controlled
one moment he’ll be railing you like there’s no tomorrow while whispering the kinkiest shit in your ear, the next he’s a blubbering and whimpering mess under you, just waiting for you to stop edging him
yeah he’s into orgasm denial. he likes being teased no matter how much he whines about it
choking kink, especially if he’s the one getting choked
swiss loves it when you choke him with a belt. will literally demand for you to strangle him harder. and when you deliver he just moans so loudly
his moans sound so hot too so that’s a bonus
makes out with you until you’re lips are numb, does this while he’s pounding into you
swiss has the most creative things to say in bed. he’s big on dirty talk
he’s just so entranced by the moment he can’t help but express how he’s feeling through words— and he’ll definitely degrade you too
“hnngh.. you’re such good little fuck doll for me.. ahh~ nothing but a cute little cumslut who’s only good for taking my loads.”
one word: bondage
and he usually prefers having you tied up
will strap you down to the bed with the prettiest red rope he can find, then he’ll go absolutely ham on you with the many toys he has
you bet your ass swiss owns a lot of toys
and he’ll use them to either edge you and have your legs shaking in anticipation, or overstimulate you until you physically can’t cum anymore
he’s very unpredictable in the sheets, but that’s what makes it so damn hot
one time you were sucking swiss off while he was singing for rehearsal
it was just you and him in the room, but you couldn’t resist going down on him, and it took everything in swiss’ power to not slip up and moan into the mic
needless to say, he let out a moan that was a little too loud and attracted a crowd
“you go down just like— nnngh! … holy maryy~”
currently, swiss was standing in front of his mic stand, singing along the backing vocals of mary on a cross. one hand was on the mic, and the other was on your head to keep your head steady.
you were on your knees in front of swiss’ aching and throbbing cock, with one hand on his hips and the other holding onto the base of his length, deepthroating him like your life depended on it.
it took everything in swiss’ willpower to not screw up and have people hear him moan… but it wasn’t exactly easy to do.
“hah… you really are going down like holy mary, aren’t you? you fucking whore.” swiss spat with a lustful chuckle, grabbing onto your hair and forcing you to go deeper, making you gag and whine from the feeling.
“m-mmmh—!”
“such a fucking slut for my dick. you couldn’t wait ‘till practice was over? ahhh~ … well this is what misbehaving brats like you get for not being patient.”
it seemed that the noise had attracted some attention from the other ghouls, who were peeking in the room to see what was happening. with wide eyes, you tried to pull away, but swiss’ hand forced your head down again, making you moan and your throat constrict around his cock tightly.
“no.. no you’re going to finish what you started. let them watch… let them watch me shoot my load down your throat. then, i’m going to fuck you over that table for them to see. got that?”
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➻ phantom ghoul
phantom likes to act like a lil’ cutie
and he is. he’s just freaky as hell in the sheets
this man likes to act all innocent, but in his mind, he runs wild with his kinky fantasies
he’s mostly learned from swiss and sodo. he gets a lot of his kinks from them since they share similar tastes
phantom fucks hard with bdsm
he doesn’t care if it’s you being dominant or if he’s the dominant one, phantom just gets off to the sensation and thrill of bdsm
just the thought of seeing himself/you covered in so many marks, bruises and hickeys from a long, cruel game of sadomasochism is enough to get him hard
he’s also more of a masochist than a sadist, but he still gets off to seeing you in a whimpering state of pleasure and pain
phantom is always sure to make sure you’re comfortable, since he knows how intense this kind of sex play can get
double checks safe words and reassured you that stopping him when it gets too intense is totally fine
corruption kink
but like— he won’t admit that he’s into it unless you bring up the idea to him
phantom likes to experiment a lot, especially when it comes to roleplaying in your sex life
PET PLAY. again, he doesn’t care if he’s the pet, or if you are, but he does like the idea of being leashed on a collar
literally as long as you and him gets to feel good he doesn’t mind whatever. phantom’s willing to be flexible
will literally get on his knees and beg you to let him suck you off/eat you out
phantom definitely whines
especially when he’s being given head, he can’t help but moan and whimper more loudly because he wants to get his rocks off more to your mouth
“n-nnnghh.. fuck you know to use your mouth.. a-ahh~ more please~..”
when phantom is experiencing a heat cycle that’s when he gets more interesting
he’s a lot more hyper and excitable, like an energized dog that needs to fuck out his energy
phantom’s also definitely more dominant in heat, usually going fast and hard because he’s that excited.
primal play, with him as the hunter, it gets especially intense in heat
like sometimes he’ll even play around with you, chasing you down the woods and when he catches you, he fucks you mercilessly against a tree
sometimes phantom won’t even give you room to breathe because he’s that deep into his carnal and lustful desires
he also definitely leaves bruising, reddish-purple hickeys everywhere, especially in places where the other ghouls can see them
will definitely kiss and lick the hickeys to soothe stinging feeling after he’s left them behind.
when phantom’s in a mean mood he loves to edge you.
he’ll keep you begging and moaning, while you’re writhing around in his grasp, begging for a release
and your tears turn him on too. he might even lick them off of you if he’s feeling extra horny
out of all the ghouls, phantom is the most gentle with his aftercare
he’ll literally spend hours pampering you like royalty to make sure you’re feeling comfortable and safe, and this is mainly due to all of the intense stuff you have phantom do during sex.
“awww.. look at you… you’re completely out of it.”
you were left panting on the bed, soft hiccups escaped from your throat and you were all curled up on the bed. phantom had just spent the past hour or so railing you into the next century— whipping out all sorts of wild cards that had your legs shaking.
you cringed slightly when you felt some of phantom’s cum drip out of your hole just from moving a bit. he really filled you up to the brim
the quintessence ghoul grinned and just scooped you up into his bare chest, gently whispering in your ear and stroking your hair.
“there you go… i got you now..” phantom whispered softly, while you cradled yourself into his arms, sighing softly from his tight embrace.
you could feel phantom’s tail coil around your leg, and tighten slightly, making you whimper due to the sensitivity from the previous session, and phantom just chuckled at the sound.
“phantom…” you whined out, but he just smirked down at you.
“when you’re feeling better, we can go at it a few more times. there’s still some things i want to try with you, and i won’t stop until you’re completely filled up with my cum.”
"What do you want?" Dewdrop asked, his voice filled with anticipation.
"I want you," you replied, your desire evident in your eyes and voice.
"And what do you want?" he inquired further.
"I want you to fuck me," you whispered softly, the intensity of the moment building.
Dewdrop and you found yourselves on the floor, tangled in each other's embrace. He was on top of you as you two fell, his hand tantalizingly close to where you needed him the most. Yet, he continued to talk, his words creating an electrifying tension that made you ache for his touch, yearning for him even more.
"And how do you want it?" Dewdrop's voice was a seductive whisper, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for your deepest desires.
You couldn't wait any longer, your patience wearing thin. "Can you please just fuck me already?" you pleaded, your longing evident in your voice and the look in your eyes.
Dewdrop grinned mischievously. "Oh! how demanding," he teased. "Makes me want to wreck you."
You looked at him nervously, uncertainty in your eyes. You didn't know if he was truly capable of wreck you. He chuckled slightly and you watched as he gently got off from on top of you, shifting to sit on his thighs in front of you on the floor. The anticipation only grew as you both exchanged a lingering, heated gaze.
"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and filled with desire.
"Y-Yes..." you stammered, your anticipation almost overwhelming.
A wicked grin crossed Dewdrop's lips as he gazed at you. "Yes, I can see you are," he whispered, his hand moving to your ache core. "You're really wet down here, perfect."
"S-Stop teasing me, Dewy," you pleaded, your voice a mix of desire and frustration as his teasing continued, sending shivers down your spine.
"I'm not teasing you," he replied, his fingers brushing over the sensitive nub that was throbbing in need. "I'm just getting you ready for me."
His fingers slowly slid inside you, the feeling of them filling you making you moan in pleasure. He began to move them in and out of you, each thrust bringing a moan from your lips.
"Dewdrop..." you moaned, your eyes closed and your head falling back, your breath coming in short gasps.
"So tight," he murmured, his other hand now holding your tight, gently squeezing it.
Dewdrop's mouth moved over yours, his tongue invading your mouth as he kissed you deeply. You could feel his cock pressing against you, throbbing, begging for attention. You arched your back and push yourself against him. Your hands moved up to grasp it, but he stopped you.
"No touching," he said breaking the kiss, his tone firm.
"Please, Dewdrop," you begged, your hands moving to his hips. "Fuck me," you said, your voice husky with desire.
"So demanding," he teased again.
He lifted himself up, his hands gripping the sides of your thighs, pulling you towards him. You felt the head of his length pressing against your entrance, pushing into you, stretching you. Your eyes widened as he pushed deeper into you, his length filling you completely.
"Oh, yes," he groaned, burying himself all the way into you. "That feels so good."
He began to thrust into you, his movements slow but hard, his hands holding onto your legs. The feeling of his thick member stretching your entrance making you cry out in pleasure. He began to move in and out of you, his pace increasing with every thrust. His body rubbing against yours, his groin slapping against your clit.
"Dewdrop, please," you whimpered, your nails digging into his back. "Don't stop," you cried out as his body slammed against yours.
The sound of his hips slapping against yours filled the room as he moved inside you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. You could hear your own cries echoing off the walls, you moaned, biting his shoulder as he continued to pound you.
"Oh.. Fu– Sat-Ahn! Dewy," you whimpered, your voice breaking.
Your quivered with each trust, your core dripping with juices, your clit throbbing. You cried out as he thrust deep into you, your body responding to his every movement. You felt him pull away from you, his hands on your hips, then slam back into you, his member hitting your deepest parts.
"Ah-! Dewdr-Oh!" you cried out.
"You like it like that?" Dewdrop asked, a hint of lust in his voice.
"I do... I do," you admitted, your heart racing with desire.
A wicked grin graced Dewdrop's lips as he looked into your eyes. "You look so beautiful losing your innocence because of my cock."
His words made you whimper and he slammed into you again, this time he pulled out until only the head was still inside you before slamming into you again. He grunted as he buried himself deep into you.
"Dewdrop!" you screamed. "Fuck, Dewdrop!"
"Yes, moan for me!" he urged. "Fuck, you're so good. Your pussy is so wet and tight, feels so good around my cock."
His thrusts became harder, his movements more violent, his breath coming in short gasps. Your body trembling as he continued to pound into you.
"I won't last longer," Dewdrop growled, his movements becoming more erratic as he neared orgasm. "I need to cum."
"Please, please, make me cum with you," you begged.
You looked down between your legs, watching his member slide in and out of you, your walls muscles tightening around him as he neared climax.
"Cum for me, Dewdrop," you begged, your voice husky with desire.
"Yes, yes, yes," he growled. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to c-"
With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and exploded, his member pulsing, shooting hot jets of cum deep inside you. The sensation send you over the edge, your body convulsing with pleasure. Your body shaking as you came, your juices flowing freely from you.
"Aah-! Dewy... Yes, yes!" you purred. "Fuck!"
His movements slowing as he came, you whined as you felt him shoot his load inside you. Your eyes fluttered open as you felt Dewdrop's softening member slip from you. You lay there, naked and spent, your body covered in sweat.
His hand went to your face, tenderly removing strands of hair from your face and tucking them behind your ear. You smiled, leaning into his touch, savoring the intimacy of the moment.
"Was it good?" he asked.
"More than good, it was amazing," you replied, your voice filled with affection.
"Would you be up for another round?" Dewdrop inquired, his desire still burning bright.
"Already?" you chuckled.
He grinned mischievously. "Oh, I should have warned you that I'm never satisfied after only one round," he teased.
Summary: Mates are an important thing. Special to one, if not openly shared with another. Especially a ghoul's mate. Keeping them to yourself may cause some.. problems.
Warnings: established relationship, fighting (not with the reader), fingering, p in v, Dewdrop's a bit rough at times, praise kink, possession kink, slight overstimulation, mentions of mutual pinning
GIF NOT MINE!!
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It was mid-day, the sun at the highest point in the sky, though you only could tell by the numbers on your clock. You had finished your duties, quickly finalizing your sentence that you wrote for Sister Mary-Anne, the woman that ran errands for the ministry and supplied you all with food, drinks and various things that allowed you comfortable living.
You set the half-finished letter aside and stood up, your habit falling to your ankles fast before you started moving towards the door, opening it with an eager stomach and an eager mind before stepping through the doorway.
From all directions of the hallway, you heard voices, few moving to the dining area and others simply walking around and greeting friends that have the same lack of appetite around this time.
Usually Dewdrop greeted you near your office, but from the loud, dramatic sighs that you started hearing from the music wing, you figured they had been in a long practice session, one that was tough on them - more tough than they deserved.
You stopped near the turn and looked down to see the ghouls in a clump, the ghoulettes waving to you with the friendliest of smiles. Aether, rain and Mountain all sent you toothy grins as they neared the end of their hall and Swiss only looked at you.
Focusing in on Dewdrop, his face was glowing, balaclava pulled down so you could see his sharp teeth glinting in the light of the hallway. His jacket was on neatly, showing that either he didn't take it off or Mountain helped him put it on after the morning practice.
"Hey beautiful," Sodo greeted, holding your waist as he set a kiss on your forehead. You smiled, closing your eyes as his lips, warm and rough, pressed your skin. You felt your blood warm from that point, spreading all throughout your face with a flush.
Swiss made a gagging noise, "You two are disgusting."
Dewdrop's head whipped around, his lip lifted in a snarl. You felt the air thicken, like you were breathing in a heavy fog. The fingers on your waist sunk into the plush skin harder, pinching you a little bit. It made you want to squirm in his arms but you stayed as still as you could.
"She's my mate, get over it already," the fire ghoul growled out. What did "get over it" mean?
Swiss stepped forward, looking into your eyes in a way that you could feel in your bones without even having to see the way they sharpened under his lenses.
"I thought you didn't wanna talk about your insecurities in front of her - it sure seems like you're bringing up a heavy topic," the multi-ghoul sneered, lips curling into a cruel smirk.
Dew left you, the heat around you increased in temperature, making you pull at your collar, backing away. The group of bandmates behind them had stopped. They know something that you don't. The guilt in the way Cirrus bit her lip and the way Mountain's own lips seemed to purse like he knew what was next. They all knew.
"You have a big mouth, buddy, compensating for something?" Dewdrop spit back with venom coating his words.
Swiss laughed, "I'd have her screaming about the similarities. I don't think I've ever heard her make much of a noise though - what's up with that Dewy boy? Doesn't seem like your mate truly gets what she deserves."
Swiss' cocked head and smug smile all lead up to this point.
Dewdrop reached up, grabbing the taller ghoul by his throat and slamming him into the stone wall. You gasped, stepping even further back as Sodo layed a hit to Swiss' face.
"Dewdrop!" you yelled, snatching the back of his coat in a burst of courage that was soon replaced by panic.
The fire ghoul turned faster than you'd ever seen, claws out to their fullest, grasping around your arm. His human glamour had faded, revealing your ghoul with his face a charcoal dark and his eyes a blaring yellow, his real horns pushing the mask off of his head.
You never had been scared of him before. But with the look on his face, ghoulish features revealed to whoever was in the hallway with you, you felt your heart push it's way to your throat in fear.
Sodo gave no warning of his next motion, only pulling you with him along the ride. You took a sharp breath before following him without hesitation in your steps. You loved Sodo, he wouldn't hurt you or lay a finger on you if you objected to his touches. And through your adrenaline stricken mind, you managed to see that this was still him, still your caring lover.
But he pulled you along with him like he was your enemy, harsh tugs when you couldn't keep up fast enough. He even stopped to a still, arm curling it's way around your waist and keeping you close to him while he walked.
You felt a warmth spread through your body at the way he kept you against him like someone threatened to pull you away, take you from him at any moment.
His horns had grown taller since you'd last seen, knocking against the lining of a doorway that twisted into the ghoul's hallway. It was one you could identify easily, one that you saw pretty often. Most of your nights were spent in the soft glow of Dewdrop's room with it's lights and heavy scents.
But that's not where you were going. When you were being guided further than the first door on the right, you were almost sure his angry haze had fogged his mind.
You sucked in a breath though as he slipped keys out of his pocket, stopping in front of a door. You'd never been in this one, but the name carved into the door professionally made your eyes widen with realization.
Swiss Army Ghoul.
"Dew-"
The fire ghoul pushed his lips to your ear, shushing any questions you had brewing in your mind.
The room wasn't entirely what you expected Swiss' to look like, decorated in various instrument charts along with bursts of satanic red in metal posters. His bed was a vibrant purple with small cross-hatches of black and above his bed was a shelf that held very few books on it. Hanging from that shelf on a hook, a little sign that had a knife carved into the wood. He had music sheets scattered across a small desk and pens, open and closed, pushed back out of the way of the sheets.
His personal guitar stood in the corner next to a shelf filled with objects like cleaner, polisher, picks and more picks. A tambourine sat on one of the shelves, a knick in it from wear.
"What are we doing here," you whispered, turning around to your boyfriend like you would alert Swiss if you spoke too loud. If anything, he would have already known, but there was something scratching at the back of your throat to tell you to be quiet.
Dewdrop closed in, taking your face in his hands and watching you with close inspection. His eyes softened when looking you all over. He looked at you with so much love, so much care.
"Do you trust me?"
You squinted your eyes at that question. Do you trust him? You trust him with your whole soul, with your whole heart and whole mind. Where was he getting at?
"Dewdrop, I trust you, of course I do. Why?" you spoke, trying to soften up on him, give him soothing words that could rub his temples for him. But that wasn't why he asked.
He exhaled, leaning forward till his nose was almost touching yours, "Because in a moment, I'm going to bend you over that asshole's bed and fuck the ever-living shit out of you. And I need you to be okay with that."
You felt a lightbulb flick on in the pit of your stomach, your core kindling a lustful fire between your legs. You felt his words grab you by the hair and by god you wanted those words to consume you.
"Yes- Yes please," you spoke back, the whisper still hitched in your voice, playing at your vocal cords.
Dewdrop's hand slipped into your hair, holding the back of your head up as he kissed you with lips coated in sappy passion. You felt like you could suffocate in the power of his mouth, drowned out by the forceful push of it.
They were warm against your own, his lips laying open-mouth kisses on your own two, other hand slipping surely down to your hip, resting a heaviness onto it as he pushed you back against the edge of Swiss' bed. And the air suddenly got heavier again and your heart started to race in something between excitement and guilt. This was Swiss' room. It was already enough that you were making out on his bed at this point.
Dewdrop pulled away from you, taking a whiff of the air before snarling, "It smells too much like him in here," he turned back to you, smirking with mischief, "We'll change that though, right sweet girl?"
You nodded, hands grabbing at his jacket to bring him into a desperate kiss and he complied, pressing his lips against yours with a deep-sated desire. Your fingers tightened against his clothes, keeping him against you as you were laid down on the covers of another man's bed, still being touched by the one you were undeniably loyal to.
The multi-ghoul wasn't stupid, he would know, but he wouldn't dare come near the same hallway Dew was is for the time being, especially when the fire ghoul was this set off and angry. Everyone knew that was a bad idea.
Dew's hands slipped around to the back of your habit, hand grasping at a zipper and pulling it down your back till he felt the clothing noticeably loosen on your figure underneath him. His hands moved to your shoulders, slipping under the fabric on your shoulders and pushing it away.
It pooled to your wrists, but his hands were adroit in removing the habit, pushing it down and pulling back from where his lips locked onto yours. He stripped your body of the holy outfit, leaving it in an easy pile at the side of the bed - quicker for when he was done defiling Swiss' room.
He removed your underclothing in mere seconds, done with seeing you clothed in the slightest only to be left with the sight of your body sprawled out over Swiss' king-sized bed, panties leaving nothing to the imagination and your bra already discarded into the mess of clothes.
And he was still dressed, something you wished to change, but seeing the way he gazed at you with so much hunger, you had a feeling not much would go your way in that field of desire.
Sodo shed his jacket, nearing you with an aura of dominance. His hands reached out to touch over you, hands running down your sides, planting at your hips and pulling your lower-half into him. His bulge pressed against your clothed wetness, forcing your breath to shallow.
"He's gonna be so jealous," Dewdrop said in a sultry voice, grinding his hips against yours, "when he smells you all over his bed. But you're not his. You're mine."
You closed your eyes momentarily at the feeling of the friction he was causing between you two, opening them back up to see his face. He already looked so satisfied with the way you were pressed up against him.
"You like that baby? You like the feeling of my cock rubbing up against your pussy? Yeah, that's a good girl," Dewdrop praised, kissing you on the cheek, a low growl escaping the ghoul.
You held his throat with a featherlight grip, getting his attention nevertheless, "More, please."
His eyes studied your face, pulling back to watch you with a glazed over look.
"Tell me what you want? I'll give you anything you desire."
You felt your cheeks heat with a shyness of hearing your own self beg. So, you instead grabbed his hand with the one once holding his throat and guided it to your mound, applying pressure to your covered clit with his middle finger.
When your hand let his to hold his wrist, the pressure never dulled, making you squirm with a desperate whimper.
"Sodo-" you begged, trying to squirm away from the pressure that had now felt intense against you. He only smiled at your words.
"I told you to tell me."
You sighed, clamping your thighs around his hand like it would stop anything. And it didn't. He only pressed harder.
"Finger me- please! Please Dew-"
He shoved your thighs apart, releasing his finger and pulling your panties off, his claws leaving tiny scratches along your legs through the action.
You saw him take a deep breath, and with it his claws retracted on his dominant hand. You blushed, feeling shy at what was to come.
Your fire ghoul resumed with his middle finger, this time sliding it through your folds, "Lucifer, you're so wet. Fuck-"
Dewdrop teased your hole, coating the tip of his finger in your juices before bringing it to his lips, wrapping them around the tip of his finger. He watched you, spreading the substance over his tongue and smiling as he pulled it out of his mouth only to push it into you.
You felt your stomach clench, between his oral show and the feeling of him settling his finger knuckle deep inside of you, you felt heat spread throughout your body once again. Pulling back his finger, he thrusted it inside of you.
You moaned, tilting your head back against the sheets. As much as you wanted to watch his fingers work their way inside of you, he felt too good to stay still.
Dewdrop changed his stance, his one hand pushing you further back onto the bed, ghoul growling at the way Swiss' scent seemed to rub off on you. But it could never be strong enough to combat Sodo's.
Without warning, another digit was slipped inside of your soaked hole, pulling a whine from your mouth.
Dewdrop looked at his hand, glancing back up to you, "You're dripping onto Swiss' bed, naughty girl. How do you think he's gonna feel when he finds out?"
You whimpered, grinding down against Dewdrop's two fingers, them curling up into you.
"He's wanted you for ages. But you have always been mine. And I told him that the moment I saw you. You were bound to be mine."
With that, he thrusted his fingers into you again, pressing his palm forward to catch your clit. You moaned, clawing at the sheets.
He looked absolutely stunning, over you with his hair flowing down around his face, a wild look in his eyes. His face imprinted itself into your head everytime he touched you. And you don't think you could forget him now. Not when his hair barely tickled your shoulders when he hunched over to get close to you, tongue swiping at his lips when he liked something you said or did.
"It's always been you," you said in a breathy tone, "I have always wanted you."
You saw the cogs inside his head start to turn, through his eyes, watching him process everything you had told him. He then smiled, laughing deeply with his teeth glinting with victory.
He let no sign of his next course of action except for the way his arm tightened for a second. Dewdrop created a steady rhythm with his hand, finger-fucking at a fast pace you.
His fingers curled with every thrust and he pushed and pulled, tugging breaths and sounds from you.
Pink dusted your skin, the noises coming from where his fingers pushed inside of you making you flustered. They sounded so lewd, expressing your body's reaction to your partner. You weren't the only one that heard it though.
Dewdrop smirked, kissing you on your chin, "Fuck, you're so wet for me sweet girl, you love when my fingers fuck you, huh?"
You clenched around his digits with and cried out. You felt a twisting in your stomach, a heat going up your spine, "Close."
His fingers stopped their motions, grinding his palm against your clit slowly, "What was that?"
"I'm close, please, please I need to cum!"
"Then go on girl," he growled, "Cum on my hand, soak it."
You felt his fingers thrust into you a few time, deep grinds accompanied by the rubbing of his hand. You yelped his name, walls locking his fingers in place.
"There you go, good little thing," he cooed.
You sighed, coming down from your high only to feel the sudden panic rush through you. Dew was still moving his hand against your clit, your body not prepared as you shook with overstimulation.
"Dew- Dew! S- Stop!" you begged, pulling his arm away. He complied, faking a pout when you looked up at him, "Don't- Don't give me that."
He lifted his lips into a cute smile, "Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart."
You hummed, watching as he adjusted his pants, pulling down the zipper and snaking his boxers down. He wasn't looking to get undressed, but the thought of leaving wet patches on his clothes turned your annoyance into arousal.
Dewdrop took his length into his hand, gripping it at the base, giving a solid pump before averting his eyes back up to you.
"You ready baby?" Sodo asked, tilting his head.
You nodded.
The fire ghoul scoffed at your reaction to his question. Letting go of his length, he snagged your body, holding you by the hips before pushing you over. He pulled you back harshly, positioning you head down, ass up.
Leaning over you, he got near your ear with gritted teeth, "I said, are you ready?"
"Yes- please Dewy- yes.."
"That's what I like to hear," he snarled, lifting one leg up onto Swiss' bed and slipping the tip of his member between your wet folds.
You twitched at the sensitivity of your clit, but when he pushed himself inside of you, it didn't matter.
The ridges of his cock slid against your walls deliciously, a shaky breath creeping it's way out of your lungs. He was lengthy, reaching deep inside of you, like he was making his way up to your throat the deeper he pushed.
"Holy fuck, you feel so good Dew!" you whined, letting your face shove it's way into the soft sheets.
Dewdrop bottom out in you, coming to a halt. You figured he was letting you adjust, allowing your walls to take his size. But after the pause got unbearable, you wiggled your lower-half. Dewdrop laid a smack down onto your ass cheek, pulling your hips flush to his.
You whined in annoyance, "Ca- Can you move please?"
Your ghoul growled, "Did you forget who's fucking you? You might be in another man's bed, but that doesn't mean you get to be lazy. Head to the side, I wanna hear you taking my cock."
You shifted, your cheek pressed into the blanket in a way that toed the line of being uncomfortable. You tried to catch a glimpse of your lover, but it was too far of a stretch to turn, so you opted for lifting your head up with the help of your planted elbows.
And in reward to your generous action, Dewdrop hummed, pulling his hips back and thrusting into you.
Pleasure spread through your body, shooting tingles through your core and breasts, hands holding onto the sheets on Swiss' bed desperately.
"There you go sweet girl, I could take you on any surface in the ministry and you'd always look like a princess," Sodo purred, speeding up his hips, removing your breath from your lungs.
"And you could take me- anywhere and you'd still fuck me like a war-hardened knight," you teased back, stuttering on some words.
He huffed out a quick laugh, "Is that a challenge?"
"I never said it was- nnhh- Dewdrop!"
The fire ghoul shoved your body into the bed, most of it laying flat except for your ass which was raised in his grip, and you felt the impact of him slamming his heavy cock into you.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head briefly, barely able to close your mouth as your body dripped with honeyed pleasure. You wondered who was making the exasperated moans, till you faded back in to them being your own.
"This war-hardened enough for you?"
You sucked in a breath, not being able to take his railing in a coherent mindset. Everything you thought, everything you wanted to say, it was always forgotten by the next delicious thrust Dewdrop gave.
"Fuck- yes yes yes! Holy fuck-"
You felt it, the impending stroke of heat. You were gonna cum, the way he was fucking you enough of a stimulus. You'd never-
The next moment was like hitting a brick wall full force.
His hips shifted for a second, and the next time you felt him, slipping through your walls hungering for sexual release, he hit a spongey spot you swore you forgot existed.
But he never did.
You only were able to take three thrusts before you clenched tightly around him. You could've sworn it hurt, the way you were clamped around him so hard, stilling every movement he tried to make. Though you heard a grunt from behind you that made you think differently.
Sodo grinded his hips against yours till you felt his seed spill into you, warmth in the pit of your stomach releasing butterflies loose through your bloodstream.
He hunched over you, resting his head carefully against your back, pressing delicate kisses to the skin. His sharp incisors nipped briefly every other delicate touch to your skin. His cock still seemed to throb inside of you, plugging you with his release.
"I think I could go for a round two," he said in a raspy voice, "But we need to go back to my room - it still stinks of him in here."
You hummed, scooting up on the bad as Sodo pulled out of you slowly, trying so desperately not to hurt you. You realized then why he had you on the bed rather than hanging off it when he was railing you.
His spend mixed with yours dripped out of you slowly, leaving tickles across your skin, feeling some of it drip onto Swiss' bed. That was bound to be an awkward conversation one day, and you were already nervous to have it.
