#ghoul reader

Aether x Ghoul! Reader

Notes: Very short, implied past romantic/sexual relationship between reader and Aether, reader is a backup singer, set during a concert in the impera era, gender neutral reader, no y/n used, heavily inspired by Eminems "superman" (also recommend listening to it while reading), grammar errors.

Humming to the tune of mummy dust, you harmonised with your fellow ghouls, your vocals getting louder by the second, your bandmates followed your lead and you couldn't help but smile. Nodding to your fellow vocalists, holding up your cape in pride. Your foot tapped against the bottom of your microphone before gently holding it in place. It kept wobbling every time you'd jump or dance, it was making you worried. What if it fell? It would surely make a mighty crash.

Rolling your hips slowly to the beat, your hands grabbed onto the microphone stand, your foot returning to its original spot. You hummed to yourself as you danced to the music, but your moment was quickly cut off by a loud guitar riff coming your way. Looking down from your platform you saw Aether, the rhythm guitarist, standing right in front of you. He wasn't even looking at his guitar, he was focused on you. Just you. You huffed, making a 'shoo' motion with your hand.

He placed a hand over his heart, it was like he was saying 'you wound me' with only a motion of his hand. He was definitely laughing, you could see it with the way his chest moved, the chest you used to sleep on. Shaking your head you stuck out your tongue at him as you backed away from your mic, swaying your hips before dancing properly. He seemed to enjoy that, he lifted his guitar up to you before doing an up and down motion with the instrument.

Chuckling to yourself, you merely waved your hand at him, he was definitely trying to convince you to come down from your platform. Wiggling a finger at him, you turned around shaking your hips before jumping, but that action seemed to have broken the camels back. Your microphone wobbled before quickly picking up speed and going down. Turning around you tried to catch but failed, but someone did the task for you. Aether. He spun around the moment he saw the microphone stand coming for him, he raised an arm, catching it in his big hand. The crowd clearly noticed this, they let out little cheers and whoops at his victory.

Rolling your eyes, you took the mic from him, placing it back on your mini-stage. Turning your head to the huge crowd, you raised your fist to them. Making the cheer louder. Another loud riff from below. Rolling your shoulders you made a 'come here' motion with your hand at him. He seemed almost giddy, jumping like a little rabbit, before he made his way up the steps to your platform. Shuffling to the edge to make room for his bigger stature, you raised your cape again, and Aether took this as a signal on where to stand. He slowly moved over and stood Infront of your cape, it almost draped over his shoulders due to how close you two were.

Warnings: mentions of tears, rejection and anxiety attacks. Mentions of loneliness and feeling so alone one wants to isolate themselves

Being integrated into a new pack was hard, and as the newest summon, it was even worse to have to learn all these human rules too

Can't eat messy in public, can't run or jump really fast and high, can't growl or scratch or- you get it there were a lot

And at first you thought you'd get it easy, and you did. At least the understanding part, but doing was so much harder

Now there was a curfew, and you couldn't go into the woods whenever you wanted cause you were new

You couldnt rough house with the other ghouls either cause they hadn't accepted you

Rain would hiss at you when you came into his room

Sodo would make fun of you and poke at your tail and horns and try to assert dominance

Aurora wouldn't speak to you

Aether would shake his head when you came to cuddle him, giving you a sad "not yet" look

You felt so utterly alone and out of place

All you had to do was sneak into Primo's room, take a picture wearing his hat and then leave. That was it! It should have been easy! But you should have known better.

Even now, as Primo had you chained on your knees at his feet, your tail wiped back and forth and you couldn't help but scowl.

He came back early from his meeting. Something that was supposed to have taken him at least an hour he had deemed a waste of his time and left after only a couple minutes, opening the door just in time to see you taking the selfie to send to the group chat you and the other ghouls had.

"I will deal with the others later." Primo said after you had explained yourself to him. "First I must deal with you."

You tried not to smirk at the idea but you couldn't help it. You'd heard from the siblings and some ghouls what Primo's punishments were like. Whippings and beatings were only the start of it. You knew he was sadistic but it was part of the reason you took the dare. If you got away with it you'd have bragging rights if you got caught you'd get to indulge in your own masochism.

"Wipe that stupid grin off your face, ghouleh." Primo's hand comes down across your face and you can't help the shiver of delight overtakes you from the red hot stinging sensation that slowly melts into pleasurable tingles.

You let out a low moan when Primo grabs one of your horns and yanks your head back to look into your eyes and you know you've truly fucked yourself over when the look of surprise on Primo's face morphs into a dark excitement.

"So that's how it is." Primo releases you as he steps away and pulls a thin cane from a cabinet on the wall. "Stand up, turn around, and bend over. I'm not stopping until you're begging for mercy."

The threat comes to them with an offer of peace and their keys in exchange for not poisoning their victims anymore. Once the monster is revealed nobody can bare to part with them. Sure - they're a flesh eating nightmare, but we all have our faults. They're such an oddity it's almost cute in the eyes of those who watch them. Given their hunger for corpses they're quite useful with business too. More importantly they make a great lap pet and quite the cuddle bug when their new protector gets injured. They even try not to bite too hard

-

[Scavenger Reader hides from the town slasher, clutching their stomach as they shrink behind a half eaten body]

Scavenger Reader: no more poison.... tummy hurt :(

[Slasher Yan hangs their head in shame, brandishing their blade and slicing off their ring finger. They toss it to the scavenger who happy trails behind them to their truck.]

-

Scavenger Reader: Buffet night? :D

Yan Crime Boss, petting their head: Yes, sweetheart - it's buffet night. Eat as much as you want and we'll bag up the rest to take home

Scavenger Reader: Yay!

[The Crime Boss holds them close, smiling fondly as they look out the window at the building their men surround. They put out their phone]

Tags: Dom!Primo, Ghoul!Reader, Abuse Of Power, Dub-Con, Objectification, Degradation, Pet-Play, Humiliation, Evil Primo, References To Piss Kink, Age-Gap, Deepthroating, Quickie, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Spit, Facial, No Aftercare, First Person POV

It's not easy being the least favorite Ghoul of Papa Emeritus the First. Hell, it's not like he respects you if you're his favorite Ghoul, either. And yet, I still try so hard to please him, to no avail. No matter what I do, I can't seem to get anything right. Everything I do only ends up bringing more contempt and anger towards me.

And today has been the worst day. I say that every day I have to work with Primo, but today I mean it. One thing after another seemed to keep going wrong, and of course, I was the one that took the blame. It seemed like I couldn't go five minutes without being screamed at and degraded by that old sack of shit.

"Stupid Ghoul! Can't you do anything right?!" He would bark in my direction so often, I was so close to snapping. I wanted to yell back, tell him if he wants things done his way, he should shut up and do it himself. But no, all day I managed to hold my tongue. Until I couldn't.

It was so small. It was so stupid. I was asked (or rather, demanded) to grab him coffee before the show, and I screwed up his order. An honest mistake, but one that he would not let go unpunished. He took one sip, made a sour face, and spat it out dramatically at my feet. My face went red in embarrassment as the other Ghouls turned their heads towards the scene. Primo always seemed to have a thing for public humiliation.

"You fool, how did you manage to fuck this up?!" He scolds. I hear a few Ghouls snickering, and the combination of being laughed at by my peers, and the feel of Primos hot breath hitting my face as he screams directly in my ear, only makes me grind my teeth in anger. "This is scalding! Are you trying to kill me?!"

"That wasn't my intention, but maybe I should." The words come out of my mouth so quickly, I barely realize I said it. Once I realized I said that out loud, I slapped my hand over my mouth, seeing my life flash before my eyes. Primo goes silent for a moment, and his eyes glaze over with a white-hot rage I've never seen before. I'm so dead.

"...Mi scusi?" Primo mutters lowly, his voice laced with barely concealed venom. The room is so quiet, all I can hear is my heart beating rapidly, pounding in my ears. "N-nothing, Papa." My voice quivers, eyes wide like a deer in headlights, cautiously watching his every move.

Unexpectedly... He smiles. A cruel, crooked smile that only further terrified me. He turns to the other Ghouls in the room. "Out." Is all he says. They all scramble out without question, a few of them exchanging sympathetic glances with me, silently wishing me luck. I gulp, now completely alone with him, for him to punish me however he wishes. Oh Satanas, I hope he doesn't fucking piss on me. Again.

He approaches me, painfully slow. All I can do is stand there, frozen in fear. Running at this point would just make my punishment worse. He clears his throat. "Do you think that is any way to speak to your Papa, stupido cucciolo? Do you think it's acceptable, sassing me like that?" He scowls, talking down to me in an unsettlingly soft voice, similar to how someone would speak while scolding an animal.

"I- I'm so sorry, Papa. I don't know what came over me. I- I didn't mean it-" I stutter nervously, my hands already clammy and trembling. He cuts me off with a finger over my lips. I knew for my own safety, I should probably shut my mouth.

"Ahhh, of course! It's an accident, you didn't mean it. You always find some sort of excuse for your misbehavior. It's never your fault, is it?" He chides sarcastically. "That little mouth of yours loves to get you in trouble. Maybe it's time it gets put to good use..."

Before I can question what he means, he grabs me by the shoulders and pushes me down on my knees, needing little to no effort to do so since my legs were already weak and wobbly. He moves his robes to the side, not wearing anything underneath and exposing himself. I gasp, quickly backing up at the sight. His length was impressive, even for being flaccid, and thick enough to just barely fit in my mouth. I wonder how it would feel in...

"P-Papa, I don't think I should... I- I shouldn't..." I sputter worriedly, all of a sudden deciding professionalism is one of my virtues. Maybe sucking off my shitty boss whose more than twice my age isn't the best move. He scoffs.

"Disobeying my orders once again, are we?" He tsks. "The amount of times you messed up today... I ought to fire you right now. Hell, I should send you back to The Pit myself. But here I am, generously offering you a way to earn your forgiveness. Take it, pet." He growls. I swallow the huge lump in my throat, looking up at him hesitantly. His gaze is cold and unforgiving, completely devoid of compassion. He really means it, doesn't he? Well... If this is the only way to keep my job...

I slowly open my mouth, jaw quivering. I shut my eyes tight. Here goes nothing. He at least had the decency to guide his cock into my mouth for me, but unfortunately, he didn't have the patience to let me take my time with it. He thrusts harshly into my mouth, his soft cock hitting the back of my throat and his pubic hair tickling my nose once I reach the base. I gag, my throat instinctively trying to force him out, but he holds my head in place, not letting me move an inch from my spot.

He lets out a groan of relief. I feel his dick twitch in my throat, already starting to grow and harden. At least one of us is enjoying this. He grips my hair excruciatingly tight with his slender fingers, moving my head up and down on his cock. I already feel the tears sliding down my cheeks as he forces me to choke against him helplessly.

"Finalmente, something you're good at." He grunts, growing to full hardness. "Maybe this should be your new job, hm? Since you're useless at everything else. You want to be your Papas little pet? Satanas, t-that's a good pup..." Fuck, his words are disgusting, degrading, vile. I shouldn't like this. This shouldn't be making my body react this way. This is humiliating, and yet, the hottest thing I've ever experienced at the same time.

I moan around his cock, unable to stop myself. Primo chuckles wickedly, looking down at my red, tear-stained face. "Do you like this, pet?" He smirks down at me, looking absolutely sinister, which only arouses me further. Damn, I got issues. "Maybe if you please me thoroughly, I'll let you have a little bit of pleasure. Would you like that, cucciolo?"

"Mhmph-!" I hum around his length excitedly at the thought of receiving any sort of stimulation. His breathing grows heavier, his eyes fluttering shut. He looks oddly beautiful while he's completely blissed out like this, that for a brief moment, I almost forget how cruel he is. His cock kicks, and he pulls himself out of my mouth, releasing his hot seed all over my face.

I go to wipe the cum off my face, but he quickly snatches my wrist, tutting in warning. "Did I give you permission to clean yourself, pet?" He hisses. I fight the urge to roll my eyes, and shake my head. "Now ask nicely, cucciolo..."

"M-may I please clean my face, Papa...?" I whimper softly, giving him my best pleading eyes in hopes he will respect my request. He smirks, his eyes twinkling evily as he leans over me. He spat, his spit and cum now mixing together and running down my face. "No, you may not." He answers.

He fixes his robes and begins to walk away, leaving me on the ground, covered in his filth. "W-wait!" I exclaim, flustered and sexually frustrated. "You said you would d-do something for me, too!" He laughs.

"I said I might, silly Ghoul." He snickers. Oh, this motherfucker. I whine desperately, nearly in tears once again. "P-please!" I plead, all of my self-respect gone in a moment of desperation. "Please, Papa... I- I'll do anything." He clicks his tongue, thinking for a moment. My heart drops when I hear a knock on the door.

"Papa!" I hear another Ghoul call from the other side of the door. "We're on stage in five!" I gulp. Primo rolls his eyes and shoos the Ghoul away, turning back to me with a mischievous glint in his gaze.

"I will please you, little pet; on one condition." He states. My ears perk up, nodding readily. "From now on, you will obey my orders. No more talking back, no more fuck ups. I don't want to see any more disobedience from you. If you cannot cum in five minutes, you will not cum at all, and you will not complain. Understood?" I nod obediently, too horny to care about the rules he listed that I will 100% break within a week.

"Bravo cucciolo. Now come over here." I go to stand up, but he snaps at me in disapproval. "Ah, ah... crawl." He rumbles. I felt a pit in my stomach as I get on my hands and knees, half- wishing the ground would just swallow me whole. I crawl towards him like a dog, the floor beneath me cold and uncomfortable, only furthering my degradation. He nods in sadistic satisfaction.

He commands me to rise and bend over the table beside him. I obey, and with ruthless dedication, he yanks off my trousers, letting them hang around my ankles. I hear him shuffle behind me, spitting on his hand and running his cold, slick fingers over my entrance. He slides them inside with ease, making me let out a choked moan.

"Quiet." He orders angrily. I bite my lip to silence myself as he continues his assault with his fingers, but he moves them with such skill that it makes it nearly impossible to remain quiet. The tips of his fingers hit the spot repeatedly with ease, his other hand wrapping around my mouth to ensure as little noise as possible to escape my lips.

I got so close, so close I could almost taste the ecstasy on the tip of my tongue. But my worst nightmare came true when I heard yet another knock on the door. "Papa! It's time, we gotta go!" A Ghoul calls out. Primo sighs, seeming almost as disappointed as me, and pulls out his fingers, obscenely licking them clean.

"Fix yourself and join us on stage, Ghoul." He says coldly, putting on his mitre and heading towards the door. "Papa..." I whine, earning me a light slap. "What did I say, stupido cucciolo? No complaints..." He grufs, annoyed. I frown frustratedly and nod, pulling up my pants and grabbing my mask in shame.

While we move to the stage, none of the audience or my fellow Ghouls are aware of the dried cum covering my face underneath the mask. But as Primo shoots me a wink before he starts to sing, and the other Ghouls exchange confused glances, my throat runs dry in worry that maybe they all suspect what just occurred. And honestly? That just makes me hornier.

-G/N Reader

-Adult air Ghoul Reader with Wings

-Platonic Relationship with Air

-Father/Child Relationship with Air

-Air is the grumpiest gargoyle

Air Seeing a Newly Summoned Ghoul With Wings

~CONGRATULATIONS! You’ve been officially adopted by Air! Because you both are possibly the very last of your kind to have wings! Whether you see him as a father figured, mentor, or overbearing elder ghoul is up to you!

~This is monumental to Air because he is the oldest ghoul in existence and, to his knowledge, the very last one to have wings! This is because back in Hell, centuries ago, the older Air tribes with wings were purged by Angels. While modern Air ghouls have a form of gliding thanks to their element, he really thought he was the last to have wings.

~If you are a ghoul from an Air tribe that isn’t used to his, his initial presence comes off as intimidating. Air almost ripped the dungeon door from its hinges to get to you! His initial response is to immediately grab and question you. Which comes off like he’s interrogating you. But Air is just desperate for some answers.

~You’ll be asked so many things at once before you can even comprehend where you are! Are you the only one in your tribe with wings? Does your tribe normally have kits with wings? Are other winged ghouls back in Hell? What Air tribe do you hail from? Etc etc etc.

~Air is very eager to see and test your wings. Making sure they aren’t vestigial. When he realizes they aren’t you get him handling them! This isn’t to hurt you but to gauge if you are able to be a flyer. When Air is satisfied that you have good wings he announces that you are under his care. Uh…. Congrats?

~Being winged could put a huge target on your back should angels ever attack. Air will not hesitate to personally train you. He’s the only one who can really train you with using your wings AND element. He and the Papas are the only beings capable of flight!

~You end up being very close to Cirrus now that Air has taken you under his wing (no pun intended). At first she can come off as cold and a tad jealous (she wishes she had wings.) but the three of you form your own little pack. You are both trained to be incredibly strong ghouls thanks to Air.

~Along with Cirrus, because she hails from the modern tribe the descended from his ancient one, you are the only ghoul who knows Air’s tribe history. Much of it and its culture was lost to time. If you hail from the same place as Cirrus, this becomes so special to you!

~All the leader ghouls are especially flabbergasted at your appearance! Winged Air ghouls have been extinct for centuries. For the ones that have been stuck on earth since the beginning of the Emeritus bloodline? It gives them hope that their own ancient tribes will have traits that will be saved with new ghouls.

Type: Sfw, Comfort, Age regression

Word count: 347

Summary: You had a long day, full of running around the ministry and taking orders from Sister Imperator to Papa Nihil because they weren’t on speaking terms, so to say the least, your day was awful, and once you got back to your room, you face-planted into your bed

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Just my usual cuddling snuggling and lovin' but reader is a loner dork who's really shy at first.

Swiss was always charming, Atleast as long as you'd known him. You were summoned recently to serve as backup incase mountain couldn't go on tour. You learned the drums and were pretty well established but you were still lacking connection with the other ghouls. You were most definitely a loner, you'd spend most of your free time reading in the archives trying to learn or sleeping away in your personalized room in the ghouls den.

But today felt different you were skittish unlike usual, yeah you could be nervous but never so frantically. Something felt wrong deep down and you were starting to panic, you were huddled under the hoard of blankets and pillows you've taken trying to soothe yourself but to no avail. You shake your head and get out from under your blankets, with some certainty as to what to do you step out of your lair and pad over to swiss's room. You weren't sure if you could go through with knocking, swiss was confident self assured and knew what he was doing that's why you wanted to run to him.

You don't know what to do but maybe he would, and before you can freak out enough to run away his door opens. You look up still in the loose pajamas you always wore, and you could see swiss looking down at you confused. He stands there looking at you waiting as you start to panic, and before you can even start stuttering out anything he just laughs and welcomes you into his room.

It's warm and cozy, rugs cover the hard stone floor and books and trinkets lay around on the floor. You start kicking your foot down from nerves, and swiss looks at you from his bed. Hes sat down on his massive bed and he just pats his hand down on the space next to him, a silent request for you to sit with him. You shuffle over and sit awkwardly not being able to speak from nerves, swiss holds out his hand and you take it silently his thumb rubbing over your hand slowly assisting in calming you down.

You lean into him your head now on his shoulder, and before he can speak you quietly whisper. "Is this alright?" Swiss laughs again, he has a nice laugh it's loud and reassuring it's warm and comforting. Swiss reassures that this is fine wearing his confident smile shining bright as you shy away.

You nudge his shoulder asking "is it ok if we just, I dunno,, cuddle?" Your looking down at your feet as you ask and before you can look up and see his reaction he pulls you into the bed. Both of you lying down in swiss's bed it smells like him, rich oak, whiskey and a bit of tobacco and weed. You shove yourself into Swiss, your face shoved into his neck and your arms coming around to squeeze swiss closer. He laughs joking around and giving you a kiss on the top of your head, and you just melt all the built up worries and stress fade as swiss's hands find themselves in your hair combing through the tangled strands.