#that’s why he doesn’t have as much cake as Copia

[ficandkaboodle]

Terzo when he sees someone blow a kiss

[ghulehunknown]

Papa Headcanons - Valentine’s Day 💕

Rated PG-13 for implied adult themes!

Oh my goodness, it’s Valentine’s Day! How will your beloved celebrate with you?

~💘💝💘~

Primo

Gives you a beautiful bouquet of roses grown in his garden

Surprises you with herbal tea in bed while he makes you breakfast

He arranges for everyone in the Ministry to send a secret valentine to an assigned person, so you all get a cute card or treat

He’s surprisingly very into theming so he wears a red robe and mitre that day, and eats lots of pink foods

He gives everyone a single flower, even his least favorite ghoul

Says he has a nice surprise for you later; lit candles everywhere, your favorite snacks, a bubble bath, and some lingerie for…certain activities after you relax 🛁

Secondo

Also surprises you with breakfast in bed, complete with one of those silver covers that he flourishes as if you just got fancy room service

Packs your lunch for you that day with a cute little note which you proceed to keep in your wallet for a long time

He relieves you of your Sibling job duties a few hours early and arranges for you to have a massage done by the Ministry’s massage therapist

He arranges Valentines karaoke for the ghouls and siblings, the setlist being rock’s greatest love ballads and also some Celine Dion mixed in

Bakes you a cake (or whatever your fave dessert is) and decorates it with pink heart sprinkles

His final gift of the day is flowers with some very nice jewelry…and also a new lingerie set. He wants to see you in the set wearing the new jewelry he got you, saying it’s a gift for him too and he wants to admire it

Terzo

His penis. He gives you…his penis, wrapped in a bow. “Breakfast in bed, mm?” he’d say (don’t worry, he offers to go down on you too)

Okay, okay, he actually comes back with coffee, cigarettes, and Pop-Tarts

Has flowers sent to you while you’re both at work so you’ll think of him all day (so all your coworkers/the other Siblings see what an amazing boyfriend you have)

Encourages everyone to leave work early that day so “you can all go fuck each other!”

Orders sushi takeout (or whatever you want if you don’t like sushi but author happens to love it) and has made a whole setup of pillows and blankets on the floor for you to watch cute movies while you eat dinner and snacks

Gives you naughty conversation hearts and says you have to do whatever it tells you to…they’re instructions for bedding you later

Scatters rose petals all over the bedroom, lights candles so the room looks very romantic and promises to make love to you like never before

Copia

You wake up to utter chaos - a burning smell from the kitchen and rats running all over the place. “Eh, it was supposed to be a surprise…we’ll get takeout.”

But you’ve already DoorDashed pancakes for the pair of you, because somehow you knew he’d be too stressed to handle everything

He’s genuinely very excited to celebrate Valentine’s Day so he can go all out to show you just how much he cares about you

He decorates his office and room the day before - all pinks, reds, and purples with hearts everywhere

He gifts everyone in the Ministry a cute little paper valentine, like the kind you used to pass out in elementary school

Says cheesy but sweet things all day, like asking you to be his valentine, making puns like “bee mine buzzzzzz,” etc.

Smothers you in hugs and kisses

Wants to watch rom coms with you before going to bed that night, complete with themed snacks

He bought you matching V-Day underwear

Nihil

Gets you one of those generic heart shaped chocolate boxes from the drug store

He also leaves a very mushy, sentimental hallmark card on your nightstand

“Why do we need a special day? I love you everyday!”

He doesn’t arrange anything for the Ministry as a whole but he does make sure to do the bare minimum for his partner

[ghostchems]

the sads

you've fallen behind on your classes at the ministry because of an episode of the sads.

notes: some hurt/comfort with our favorite popia. gn! reader. references to depression. 1k words. tbh i wrote this for myself bc i needed it, haha. ao3 link.

You are curled up in your bed underneath a mountain of covers and pillows. You hadn’t left your room for about a week and a half except to sneak to the cafeteria to grab some food and to get some fresh air in the garden every so often. It was a hard time of year for you, the cold seeping into your bones and your brain, leaving you without any motivation to do much of anything.

You had reached out to your teachers multiple times to apologize for your absence and to submit some half-assed assignments. During the good times, the times where you felt like you were in control made classes a piece of cake. The class topics were interesting (rituals, summoning, potions, etc.) and you had a deep interest in becoming a key member of the ministry.

During the good times. When you had the case of the sads, nothing mattered. All that progress was out the door, all that inspiration gone. You felt crippling fear that you were screwing up your time at the ministry but you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything about it. You stay under your covers, drifting in and out of sleep, scrolling endlessly on your phone.

There’s a knock at your door and you freeze, then peek out from underneath your cocoon. Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe you were hearing things. There’s another knock and you recoil. Nope. Someone was here. 

You climb out of bed and adjust your oversized sweatshirt to cover yourself (you are wearing nothing underneath). You kick some of the dirty clothes on your floor out of the way as you mosey on over to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. 

A quickly hands you a note and immediately leaves. You are in a daze, clutching the note in your hand as you watch them leave. You unfold the note and you feel a pang of fear jolt through you.

Papa’s office. Fifteen minutes.

You scramble, throwing on a pair of underwear and pants. The fear is only growing stronger within you. You know you’ve fucked up now and you were about to face the consequences of your actions. Mental preparations were running through your mind and you uncrumpled yourself, smoothing out your appearance so you can look semi-presentable for Papa.

The walk to his office felt like an eternity as your mind continued to spiral. You are expecting the absolute worst: being expelled from the ministry – get your shit and get out. It was a good run. You could say your goodbyes to your friends, or just pack up and go. Move back home and be miserable.

Your hand is shaking as you knock lightly on Papa’s door.

“Vieni, per favore.”

You open the door and walk in, fidgeting with your hands as your eyes settle on him.

He’s scribbling something down, glasses on his nose, brows furrowed in thought. Once he’s done, he looks up at you brightly, removing his glasses with a smile. Papa is dressed in his black poet shirt and his tattered, tight black pants. His paint is immaculate; he looks fresh-faced and completely put together - the complete opposite of how you were looking and feeling.

“Ah!” He claps his hands together. “I am very glad you are here, tesoro. Please, have a seat.” Papa gestures to the seat across this desk. You immediately do as you’re told, sinking as far into the chair as you can. 

“I am sure you know why you are here.” Copia is still smiling and you can see the kindness in his eyes. It doesn’t make you feel any better, though.

“First, I want you to know that you are not in trouble, tesoro.” Papa looks at some of his notes on your desk as your eyebrows quirk. “Your teachers reached out to me because they’re a bit concerned about you. You are usually one of their top performers and they greatly enjoy your work.”

You can’t bring yourself to say anything, your mouth hanging open. But, there is a sense of calmness that falls over you. It is a relief that no one is upset with you and that you haven’t disappointed anyone. 

“Do you want to tell Papa what’s going on?” His voice is soft and he looks at you with such care. “If you are comfortable with that?”

“I-it’s just hard right now” You croak, a bit surprised by how your voice sounds after hardly using it for the last few days. 

“Is it the sads?” He leans forward in his chair and reaches a hand out for yours.

“The big sads.” You take his hand and he squeezes you, his eyes crinkling as he gives you a sad look.

“I understand, tesoro.” 

You can see in his eyes that he truly understands how you feel, perhaps more than you could know. Copia had been through a lot in his time in the ministry, having worked tirelessly to climb the ranks in order to become Papa. But with all that time spent, with all that sacrifice, there were moments where the exhaustion peeked through. 

There were times when he felt nothing he did mattered; that he was just controlled by the leaders, that he was just destined to follow their orders. He disappeared at times to be alone, to turn himself off. It could be suffocating. 

“You take all the time you need.” His voice is a mere whisper. Papa squeezes your hand again, with a smile. “I am here if you need support or, ehm, just someone to talk to about the sads. I was also thinking, perhaps coming up with a special curriculum for you when you’re, eh, ready for it.” 

You notice he’s less confident than he had been moments ago, as if something you said struck a chord with him. It makes you even more comfortable with him because you feel like you can see the vulnerability that not very many get a glimpse of.

“Papa, that would be amazing.” Your lips pull into a miniscule smile, the first time you had smiled since feeling this way. “T-this means a lot.” As your voice cracks, you start to get the feeling you’re about to cry. Somehow, you manage to hold the tears in but barely.

“Of course, tesoro. We take care of our own here.” He smiles again and the vulnerability is gone. “Ehm, would you like to circle back here in a few days for a check-in?” Papa lets go of your hand and shifts his eyes to his calendar. You nod slowly, shifting in your seat. He pencils something in.

“I won’t keep you any longer.” Copia leans back in his seat as you stand, your legs feeling a bit shaky from the whole interaction. Still, you felt lighter as you walked to the door, the weight of royally screwing things up off of your shoulders.

“Tesoro?” He calls for you just before you leave his office. You turn to look at him and he looks so soft, so gentle.

“It will get better. Prometto.”

[copias-thrall]

Hey! I don't know if you're taking prompts at the moment, (it's okay if you don't) but if you do I'd really like to read about which ghouls are The Cardinal's favourite? Like what is his relationship with them? Would he be intimate with any of them? Would he argue with some of them sometimes? (Btw I love your blog, have a great day!)

Thanks, nonny! 😊 Let’s get to it, shall we?

(Here’s my initial HC on Ghost Leaders and Ghoul Care.)

As the leader of Ghost, Copia is responsible for the Ghouls’ well being. That includes their sexual health. He doesn’t necessarily need to be the one who sees to that, but he often is.

He checks in with the Ghoulettes, but they’re pretty self-sufficient with each other—and if they want a little extra, they’re more than independent enough to tap Swiss in, or include a favored Sibling. They don’t really see Copia in a sexual light—and if they’re happy with the arrangement, he’s content to let them take care of themselves (though he’s had to scramble for a NDA once or twice in the middle of the night for [redacted]). He respects their musical talent, but they don’t really hang out. They’re almost his seconds in command, so they don’t really fight—each trusting the other’s authority.

Him and Mountain don’t really have a sexual relationship (very rarely and in an emergency situation only), but Mountain appreciates Copia’s quiet study and reflection. If the dorms or tour bus get too much, he’ll slip into wherever Copia is, and he’ll just. Exist. Copia is more than happy to let Mountain do his best impression of a tree, and he’ll even shoo the other Ghouls away if they come by to bother the earth Ghoul. Copia’s the one who suggested that Mountain might be well suited to a sexual relationship with baby boi Rainy, who—while a calm persona in general—has his Dom streak and can keep Mountain satisfied on that front.

Rain exasperates Copia somewhat. He’s a proficient enough bass player, but he can be a bit clingy—and Copia never knows if he’s going to get needy Rain or insistent Rain. One of the younger Ghouls, Copia thinks Rain needs more socialization with his own kind. Used to the older Ghouls like Swiss, Aether, and Dewdrop, Copia sometimes can be too harsh with Rain, and then have to make amends. That’s not to say that Copia shirks his duties—if Rainy boy needs some sexual healing, Copia is more than willing to provide on either end.

Copia enjoys Swiss because the multi-Ghoul is so laid back. They’re more fuck buddies than anything. Swiss can really get it with anyone—ghoul or Sibling—but sometimes he just wants the familiarity of the Cardinal. The two of them can just hang out and play Mario Kart before or after they fuck or share a joint. Sometimes it seems to the others that it’s more like Swiss is looking after Copia’s sexual health than the other way around, but that’s between the two of them. This never saves Swiss from a good upbraiding, though, when he gets caught in one of Dewdrop’s schemes.

Dewdrop is a fucking handful. He’s a mouthy terror who’s entirely consumed by his own Id. Copia can’t help but love his little gremlin, even as he’s yelling at him for eating all their shoes. He sees to Dewdrop’s sexual health, but he also can’t help but like the feisty Ghoul. He definitely engages in sexual congress with the demon even when he doesn’t technically have to—and he’s been known to enjoy watching shit TV with him. While Aether is and always will be Dewdrop’s primary partner, Dew definitely thinks of Copia as a close second in terms of partners who can handle him. He doesn’t understand why Copia gets so distressed when he catches Dew in one of his pranks, but he definitely enjoys the punishments that go along with it.

Copia and Aether definitely have a special relationship. The Cardinal respects Aether’s relationship with Dewdrop, but he often feels proprietary about his relationship with The Cake. The two of them get along famously, often having stolen moments together and even hanging out outside of tours and band practice. They mostly argue about Dewdrop—who can get bitchy sometimes about Aether’s relationship with the Cardinal (even though he’s fucking Copia as well). Obviously Copia has his favored Siblings, so it’s not like Aether is his only uplifted partner—but Copia does hold him in a special place in his heart. He fails tries to hide his true feelings because he knows that once Papa III was deposed, his favored Ghoul was sent back to hell, and he does not wish the same for Aether.

[im0mega]

Hello! I don't know if your asks are open for requests but I REALLY need a hc about era 4 ghouls with kids (or kits? idk). Sorry if this sounds silly but it's something I'd really like to read! 👀 Thank you in advance! I really love your blog! 🖤 (my ghost blog is haresisxdea btw, this is my main)

Hey! Thank you so much for your ask. This really made me happy (and frankly pretty nervous, as it is my first proper hc ask. But I’ll try and give my best.)

The Ghouls with Children

(I wasn’t sure if you meant their own kids or generally children, so I went with kids in general. I hope that’s okay?)

Aether is great with kids. In general he is the one taking responsibilities. I mean, lets be honest, hes already taking care of his children (read: the Ghouls and Copia) on tour anyways. Hes super gentle with kids, making sure they know to come to him for advice, a hug, help with their homework or a broken toy.

He also quite likes teaching kids new things. Be it riding a bike or baking a cake, if hes got time he will gladly spend an afternoon with them, resulting in selfmade- chocolate cake (“Look what I made!” – “Yes you did. That’s De-li-cious!”) and a completely destroyed kitchen. Hes also the kinda guy that will absolutely adore every drawing the kids show him (“Did you draw that? Thats amazing!”).

Wanna play board games on end? Then Rain is the ghoul youre looking for. Hes extremely sweet with kids. If its human kids hes sometimes a bit insecure (because humans tend to be confusing). He also gets excited about things together with the kids. What a cool blue rock you found! Yes, Elsa (frozen) is great! Lego technik? Sure, show him what you built and he’ll gush over it in absolute astonishment. Hes up for most of the ideas kids have, be it an invite to a tea party or a soccer match.

Speaking of: if youre looking for a ghoul that will play just about any sports with the kids, then Swiss is your man. Be it soccer, hide and seek, catch, basketball or that one game that the kids have just made up the rules for. Hes in! 

Our favourite thot is the kinda guy that always takes kids seriously and he would never talk down on them. He could also be seen giving kids piggy back rides, telling scary stories (not too scary of course) or jokes and bringing ice cream for everyone (His fellow ghouls included! Dewdrop insists on it).

Speaking of which, Dewdrop usually states that he “hates children” but for some reason they love him. And its not hard to see why. Where Dew goes, cool things happen. The problem is: when Dewdrop is being feral on his own, he can take the responsibilities. Even when he crosses them, he always knows his limits. Kids… don’t. Which means he has to take responsibility for them too. And that’s fine for an hour or two, but long term? Hell no. 

Having said that he will be up for some shenanigans with the kids, once they’ve talked him round (depending on his mood. Theres also days where its best to keep kids away from Dew entirely.)

On the contrary, Mountain doesn’t actually hate children. He just doesn’t get them and hes extremely awkward around them. It will take him quite a while to warm up with kids. 

Once he does, he is a very patient ghoul. You know that game where kids keep asking “Why?” for an undisclosed amount of time? He will play that game with them on end but in the process dropping so much cool knowledge on them that eventually it turns into an actual conversation. Hes also a pretty great keeper at soccer and fairly good at basketball so if Rain and Swiss invite him to join a game, hes in. Due to him being Mountain, sometimes kids fall asleep on him and he once again gets extremely awkward. Its like when a cat falls asleep on you and you cant move? That’s Mountain with a sleeping kid on his lap.

Cirrus doesn’t really like children. Shes not in any way mean to them or anything but she just doesn’t want to be around them for longer than necessary. She also cant see herself ever having children of her own. Now Cumulus on the other hand thinks kids are generally cute. She turns full big-sister-mood and shes very fun to be around. Shes pretty decent at drawing and sketching and she will gladly help a kid with that. If theyre human kids, she’ll be very curious about them. 

I hope these were okay? :) 

[pinkiepiebones]

Who is the son? Why are the parents arguing? Who is the clergy? Who bites him?

So I have two hyperfixations at the moment- Ghost (a Swedish poppy death rock band)  and Katamari (a series of video games that started on the PS2). I’ve been writing Ghost fics for a while, always taking prompts for ‘microfics’ (that’s just my general fiction tag), but like. I really want to try to write without prompts as well. And it’s bad, I am very bad at coming up with my own ideas. You give me a sentence and I can give you a couple of paragraphs, but if I ask myself ‘can you please write somehhing today,’ I won’t do it.

Anyway... The son is the Prince! The Prince of All Cosmos! The only son of the King and Queen of All Cosmos. He’s six years old, 5cm tall, and has a voice too small to be heard by anyone. His parents love him very much, but he’s so small they made him his own tiny planet to live on, so he wouldn’t have to fret about navigating the Palace. The Prince is always helpful, which the King tends to take advantage of- you see, one time the King got a little tipsy and flew threw space, crashing in to stars as he went, darkening space. He even broke Earth’s moon. Oops. He plucked up his son and sent him to Earth with a strange orb called a katamari and told him to roll up any stuff you can, We (the King uses the royal we) will make the rollups in to stars. And the moon. So the Prince did all the work. The King and Queen love him so, but I don’t think the Queen is aware of the treatment their son’s been recieving. Cleaning up the mistakes of your father is something you shouldn’t do until you’re at least 10. The King and Queen are going to discuss how best to raise their little son, and the Queen will level that terribly important question at the King- ‘When was the last time you told your son you loved him?’ The Queen doesn’t have much characterisation in the games aside from ‘loves to bake,’ ‘loves chocolate cake,’ ‘loves her husband and son,’ and ‘way into PDA’ so I’m eager to try and flesh her out.

On the other side of things, far from this alien rainbow planet and it’s rounded corners and stardust, we have the clergy. The church of Ghost. This other fic I want to work on is going to be the sauciest thing I’ve ever written- nothing will be outright said, but it’s the implications. A very PG13 story. There’s a clergy member, Copia, he’s dating one of the eternal infernal servants of the church, a ghoul. I don’y want to bore you too much now, but ghouls are a bit stronger than humans, and in close proximity situations, they will almost certainly bruise a human with their grip, and claw a human with talons. And Copia realises he likes that. Unfortunately, ghouls by design do not have teeth. But this ghoul in particular, this special ghoul, loves to stretch his glamour abilities, and he loves to see his human happy...

[copias-thrall]

Rain and Dew lately huh

ABSOLUTE SHENANIGANS. The SALT. The DRAMA.

Aether: look what happens when you spend too much time letting Copia grope you. Your boyfriend starts canoodling with your bestie. I can just imagine how it goes down.

*m/m, really rough sex, dominance fu¢king, daddy kink, breath play, ghouls are polyamorous*

Aether stumbling out of Copia’s bunk all sated, goes to snuggle with Dewdrop only to find Rain wrapped around him. Poor beef goes back to his own bunk alone.

The next day Aether confronting Dew with a hangdog expression.

“But-but-but…Dewy.”

Dewdrop not having it.

“Thbptt. You made your bed, now go lie in it with Copia.”

Aether tried to bring it up with Copia, but Copia stays THE FUCK out of it.

“It is between you Ghoulies,” he says even as he’s stroking The Cake.

Rain kinda knows what’s going on but it benefits him so 🤷‍♂️

And maybe at first Dewdrop was just making a point, but now he kinda like the dual attention, so he keeps it up.

Aether looks on piningly as Rain and Dew whisper to each other through their masks across the food table. Mountain walks in, takes one look and the tableau before backing away hoping he wasn’t noticed. Swiss notices, but doesn’t care. Just sits down and starts eating his cereal.

Copia passes through, and—like the shit he is—drags his hand across Aether’s broad shoulders before handing him a banana. Dew glaring daggers the whole time.

Later after Ritual Dew will anger fuck Copia, but afterwards Copia will pass him a joint and ask if he’s got it out of his system now.

“Fuck you, Cardinal,” Dewdrop says as he starts putting himself back together.

“Aww, do not be like this. You know I take care of all my Ghouls. Whatever they need. Come lie back down,” says Copia as strokes Dew’s calf. But Dew just storms off.

Meanwhile, Rain stops by Dew’s bunk to find it empty. He feels a knot in his stomach, but when he peeks in Aether’s bunk he finds only the beefy Ghoul, who promptly tells him to fuck off. He hears a psst and looks up to see Swiss leaning out his bunk with open arms. And Rain does love a good cuddle.

Dew finally materializes, confused when he can’t find Rain in his or his own bunk, hissing when he smells him with Swiss (that greedy bastard!). He shoves the curtain open to reveal two sleepy Ghouls blinking owlishly at him.

“C'mon, Rainy.” Dew pulls at Rain to join him. Too asleep to protest Rain lets himself be yanked out of Swiss’s bunk and clasped roughly to Dewdrop.

Rain sniffs at him. “Where were you? Why do smell like the Cardinal?”

Dew just grumbles. “We had Things to work out.”

Fucking Copia thinks Aether, and he pulls back his curtain to leer at them.

“The Cardinal is very hands on, isn’t he?”

Dewdrop just gives him the finger as Rain and he climb into his space.

Swiss is just annoyed his warm body pillow is gone, so his slithers into Aether’s bunk.

“Fuck, Swiss. We’re too big to share.”

“Shhh. Warm, don’t speak.”

Mountain, in his noise-cancelling headphones sleeps through the whole thing.

In the morning, Aether and Swiss wake up with hard ons and—well, what’s a couple of hand jobs between friends? It drives Dew NUTS. Smelling their release on each other. Rain doesn’t get it.

“What do you care? You had me and Copia last night.”

Dew just sputters, “Swiss is just such a…a…a SLUT.”

Suddenly he gets rapped on the knuckles with Copia’s cane. Copia, having appeared out of nowhere like usual, wags his finger at him. “No slut shaming. Our Unholy Father teaches us to embrace our lustful inclinations.”

Rain just stand there agape, so it’s Aether who grabs Dew’s hand protectively. “Fuck, Copia. These are his livelihood. Dew, are you hurt?”

Dew just hisses and yanks his hand back. “It’s no concern of yours!”

“Fine,” Aether hisses back.

“FINE.”

“F I N E.”

Aether and Dew slam out of the tour bus. Copia’s just humming to himself and puttering around. Rain is trying to figure out what just happened when Swiss looks at him, smirking.

“I am kinda a slut tho.”

Copia pats him on the back. “Yes, yes. Good for you. We are very proud.”

Mountain is sitting in his bunk wondering if it’s safe to come out. He wants to comfort Rain as much as he doesn’t want to hear anything about. He sighs. If only there was a way to have both. He steels himself to walk surely but unhurriedly though the bus.

“I’m going to practice. Rain, I need your bass.”

Hopefully that’ll keep Rain out of meddling and too busy to…talk to him about it.

The show that night is a MESS. Dew is throwing picks at everyone. Aether decides that fine, if Dew wants his precious Rain so much, he can do the guitar battle segment. Rain is starting to feel like maybe he’s bitten off more than he can chew and tries to stick to Swiss as much as his blocking will allow. Copia seem to be extra touchy with Aether, which is only serving to piss off both Ghouls.

By the end of the show Dew’s possessiveness is burning through him and he can’t help but go to Aether’s side and grope him in front of the whole audience, show them Copia isn’t the only one allowed to touch. Aether of course is fond of his men touching him, but not like this. Not in some sort of pissing contest.

“Satan below, Dew. Cut it out,” says Aether as he twists out of Dew’s arms.

Dew pouts inside his mask. Aether usually loves his hands all over him.

They manage to hold it together through the curtain call, but the instant they get backstage, they’re hissing and snarling at each other. For once Copia is nowhere in sight.

“What unholy fuck was that, Dew?!”

“You tell me, Aeth! You and Copia were practically fucking on stage!”

Rain is staring at them wide eyed. Mountain is nervously clutching his drumsticks. Swiss is wondering which one will be in his bed tonight. Probably Rain.

“Well, someone has to!” booms Aether.

Dew snarls and shoves Aether, only to bounce right off him. That only enrages him further and he goes for Aether’s throat with his teeth. They grapple a bit and Dew ends up wrapped around Aether’s middle

“Fuck Copia. You’re mine, Aeth. He only gets you on loan!”

“My best friend, REALLY?” Aether snaps back, fangs bared.

Mountain takes a stunned Rain by the shoulders and steers him toward the exit. He hisses at Swiss to follow. Swiss whines—he wants to see them fight (or fuck)—and follows reluctantly, casting glances back over his shoulder.

At this point the fangs and claws are out. Aether has shredded the back of Dew’s shirt and Dew has bitten through the baklava into Aether’s neck. As Dew licks the blood from his teeth, Aether lets go of his hold on Dew’s thighs, but Dew grabs his tie and they both fall in a heap on the ground.

They roll around a bit, each one trying to top the other, rending their clothes into tatters. Dew is all bitey, leaving his crescents in Aether’s ample flesh. Aether is all strength, grabbing and manhandling Dew, leaving his fingerprints as bruises into his arms and neck.

Aether finally gets a good squeeze around Dew’s throat and Dew starts flailing. It’s something he usually enjoys erotically, but now it just means he’s losing. Aether knows just the right amount of duration and pressure to use—just when Dew’s movements grow sluggish and he starts wheezing, Aether lets go and uses Dew’s distraction to flip him onto his stomach to pin him down with his sheer bulk.

There’s not much Dew can do, lightheaded and pinned as he is. He wriggles a little when he feels Aether’s paw of a hand maneuvering between their bodies to rip the rest of the fabric of his pants apart, yelping when he feels Aether’s fangs sink into the nape of his neck and lock there. Two fingers are shoved unceremoniously into Dew’s mouth. They are rough as they jab in and find his tongue and swirl around it. And just like that they’re removed to be inserted instead inside his hole.

“Oh fuck!” Dewdrop gasps.

The bigger Ghoul is neither gentle nor rough, but there’s still a stretch and burn that Dew pants against. Aether releases his clamp on Dewdrop’s neck to lap at the bite as he works to prep Dew for what his going to be a hard dominance fuck.The pads of his fingers find Dew’s prostate, and he taps bluntly at it, causing Dew to wriggle for an entirely different reason.

Aether removes his thick fingers so he cup his hand under Dewdrop’s mouth. “Spit,” he demands. Dewdrop just snarls in return, pressing his lips together.

“If you think I won’t use our blood instead you’re sorely mistaken. Decide now.”

Grudgingly, Dew hocks a big luggie into Aether’s waiting palm just to be a brat. Aether ignores the gesture, and applies Dew’s saliva to ease his way. It’s still not nearly enough, and Dew’s keening as Aether slowly sinks his girth into him.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Fuck,” growls Aether.

Dew is slamming his fits on the floor. “Goddamnit, Aeth. Give me a fucking second you asshole!”

Aether has Dew spit in his hand once, twice more. It goes a long way to easing the rest of him into Dew’s ass. By this point the angle and the pressure of Aether’s fat cock is pressing down on Dewdrop’s prostate.

“Unholy Hells, Aether,” pants Dew. “Fuck me or get off the goddamned pot.”

Fine, it’s like that then. Aether snarls and raises himself up to his knees and puts a steadying hand on each of Dew’s arms so his weight will hold the gremlin in place. He snaps his hips hard into Dew, who cries out, but Aether doesn’t stop to confirm whether it’s in pleasure or pain. He’s going to put Dew in his place.

There’s nothing Dewdrop can do but go along for the ride. He’s pinned both by Aether’s hold and the cock in his ass. His eyes roll back in his head, the girth of Aether’s dick leveling a steady assault on his sweet spot. Fuck. They’ve had rough sex before, but Aether has never used him in such a way.

He thrills at it.

Aether is relentless—even all his gymnastics on stage haven’t caused him to lose his stamina. Dew is writhing under him and it pleases Aether that he is the cause. He admires the bite mark on the back of Dew neck and he lowers himself so he can suck at it. Dewdrop jolts when he feels Aether’s mouth on his tender flesh, the feeling going straight to his dick.

“Fuck, fucK. Touch me!” he snarls.

But Aether just growls. “If you don’t cum on my cock, you won’t cum at all.”

Dewdrops makes a sound like a wounded animal. He doesn’t know if he can do what Aether is asking and he desperately want to cum.

“Please, please,” he begs.

Aether isn’t a monster, he takes one of his hands to slide around Dew’s neck to lightly squeeze. The fog enters Dew’s brain, and he feels his climax approaching. It’s just within hazy reach when Aether releases his grip. Dewdrop releases a frustrated moan as the air rushes into him.

“You dick!” he whines.

Aether hasn’t once let up his rhythm of fucking into Dew. He slows now to lean down and whisper into his ear, “If you cum now, that’s on you. I’m not stopping till I’ve gotten mine.”

Dew loves this side of Aether—the bumbling father taking a firm stand. He shudders in pleasure.

“Punish me, Daddy.”

Aether stutters for a moment—Dew doesn’t often go there, but when he does, Aether is careful with him—with his trust. He speeds back up, lifting Dewdrop into his lap and wrapping his big hand around his throat once more and a supporting arm around his middle.

“That’s it, Baby Boy,” he whispers into Dew’s ear. “Let go. Let Daddy take care of it.”

Dew lets his mind go blank, only feels the pump of Aether’s cock and the haze of his restricted airway. He’s cumming hot and hard all over his belly in no time. True to his word, Aether does not let up, and Dew feels the telltale signs of a knot forming—it’s unusual out of heat, but not unheard of. Aether’s sucking bruises into Dew’s neck as he pounds up into him—his forming knot just starting to tug on Dew’s rim—even as Dew starts to writhe at the oversensitivity.

“Daddy, please. Please,” Dew whines as his body tries to get away. But Aether holds him in place with his strong grip. “Shh, Baby Boy. You’re taking Daddy’s punishment so well. Just take it a few moments more.”

Dew is thrashing now against the hold, tears streaming down his face and his soft cock giving a painful squirt of thin, watery cum. He must clench because suddenly Aether thrusts forcefully up into him, squeezing around his ribs painfully hard as his knot catches and forms. Dew is spent—boneless and sloppy, only upright from Aether’s tight grip as the beefy Ghoul grinds his knot into him a few more times.

Once he comes down, Aether lays them gently on their sides, gathering Dewdrop to him and kissing the angry, raised teeth marks on his nape while they wait out his knot. Since it’s not a rut knot, Aether feels sure it won’t last too long. Dew is still keening softly, a few errant tears still streaking his face, and Aether swipes them softly away with his thumbs.

“Shh. Shh. Good boy. Baby Boy so good for Daddy. Shh.”

It takes a while for Dew to come back to himself—Aether’s knot is already down, but he patiently waits with him, covering them the best he can with their shredded uniforms. They’ll need to move soon—Dewdrop will need his soft blanket and they’ve probably set the crew back an hour from strike. Who knows what Copia will say about the delay and their ruined clothes, but Aether will handle that.

Things are less volatile after that. Dew smugly wears Aether’s bite, having him refresh it whenever it starts to heal over. Copia can have Aether when the mood strikes him—Dew’s the one that wears his mark. Aether even stops freezing out Rain—it’s enough to know that when Rain fucks Dew, he sees who Dew belongs to.