#Swiss x reader smut

[katz-rambles]

Hello again, lovely writer! It's a new day, and I have a new idea for you. Especially since you did such a beautiful job bringing my previous ideas to life. Thank you for that <3

How about the ghoul of your choice being locked away in their room during their heats/ruts because they become a bit feral during that time, and what if reader accidently got locked with them ? How would that go down ?

(Again feel free to ignore this if you wish <3)

Hii! I'm so so glad you liked the others, that means so much to me!! I wanted to try something new with this one, so I've put them into headcannon form, so I can do multiple ghouls, so I apologize if it's not the best. This includes all the current ghouls/ghoulettes because why not.

(NSFW, ruts/heats, gn!reader for the most part but there is some fem!reader, reader gets tied up, some dub-con elements if you squint, theres a fuck-machine, threesome/gangbang mention, possessiveness, knotting, some dom!reader. I think this is it!)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

• Now we all know that he's already aggressive and ungodly horny,

Dewdrop/Sodo

• Now times that by 10. He goes insane during ruts.

• Humping everything, constantly hard, he's more grumpy and stompy than usual as well. All because he's horny and has blue balls lmfao.

• So.. now we've added his favorite person, you.

• He's on his knees. Begging for you to let him fuck you, breed you, touch you. Basically, anything his horny brain can come up with. (heavy on breeding, even if you can't get pregnant, he'll still try.)

• He has a constant possessiveness to him during his ruts, so once you're in there, you're not getting out until it's over. Don't expect to walk after.

• He has no glamor or mask on at all during his rut so if you really want to rile him up so he'll rail you, pull on his horns while he gives you head or tug on his tail. He'll go absolutely bat shit insane.

• He'll cover you in hickeys and bite marks so everyone knows you're his. Like I said, possessive.

• He'll knot you, and he won't stop knotting you until he thinks it's the one that'll get you round with his kits.

• I'm sure that if you ask nicely, he might sub for you during his rut. He hates to admit it, but he probably gets off on the thought of being a sub. Tie him up, sexually torture him, and humiliate him. He loves it.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• Where do I start.. he's going to he so whiney his whole rut. He might even spam call/text you because he needs you.

Rain

• Obviously, you're not going to give in, you know the rules.

• But if you did, by accident or on purpose, he's going to go insane.

• He'll do anything you ask of him. He gets off on your pleasure. But if you tease him, he may lose his patience.

• If he does lose his patience, he'll fuck you into the mattress, he might even tie you up if you're into that, he'll mark you like crazy... he's a horny bitch (just like me frfr.)

• So let's say you've found yourself with a Rain in a rut. Good luck. He'll rail you like there's no tomorrow, because to him, there's not, he thinks you will leave at any second so he won't stop until you physically can't anymore.

• His stamina is INSANE when he's in a rut.

• He could probably smell you from a mile away, so if you do accidentally find yourself locked in the same room as him, don't try and lie to him, or do.. who knows, maybe he'll punish you.

• If you don't have a dick, grab a strap on, he'll be the subbiest little bitch for you. (he's probably into fem doms). And he probably has a dildo/strap that he uses on himself anyways. He could probably cum just from the thought of you on top of him, and he will.

• Huge on your tits by the way. You're a guy, it doesn't matter, you're flat, he doesn't care, you have bigger tits, he's begging for you to ride him so he can watch them. He loves your tits.

• MARK HIM BACK. Please. He loves to feel you sink your teeth into him. He loves to see the marks the day after even more thought, a reminder of how he's going to pay you back with twice as many marks.

• Aftercare king, though. Even during a rut. I mean, you have to be in good shape if you're going to be the one to have his kits.. right?

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• Big boy, and not with just his height.

Mountain

• But if you happen to stumble upon a Mountain in a rut, it's not that someone's locked the door from the outside or something.. no, he's locked the door. You're not leaving until he's done with you.

• All this man is thinking about right now is how fucking hard he is, and how good you'd feel around him. So he's not going to be nice.

• He might degrade you.. but that's okay, because he'll apologize by fucking you until you're dumb.

• You better hope you're not wearing any expensive clothes, the second he gets his hands on your they're torn up and on the ground. He'll replace them when his rut is done, though, don't worry.

• Pull his hair. That's it. You want to get railed into oblivion, pull his hair. It's a one way ticket.

• He probably won't sub, but on the off chance he does, he will put up a fight. Now, if you've found yourself locked with Mountain in a rut and you want to keep your ability to walk, you can get him to sub for you, and he gets super sensitive when he does so, please, edge him.

• He'll knot you, and there's just so much. He'll whisper to you about how this'll be the knot that'll get you round with his kits.

• If you call him Sir, it could be out of fear/intimidation, or you're just teasing him, you're done for. There's no way you'll be able to walk after, so I wish you luck.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• Already horny ghoul, somehow, even hornier (is that even possible??) you're in for a wild ride (literally and figuratively).

Swiss

• You're in a room with him. Before you can even say anything, he'll have you pinned to the ground, and your clothes will be off.

• Mating press, missionary, cowgirl. Anything where he can see your face as he fucks you dumb you'll be put in, doesn't matter if your flexible or not, he'll find a way.

• You want to rile him up even more (again, is that even fucking possible?!) beg for him, get on your knees and beg. He will go insane, and you won't be able to walk, but it's not like he was planning to let you go. No, no, you're his now.

• If and when he knots you, it's inevitable he will, he will probably fall asleep with his cock half-hard inside you and if you fall asleep as well ans shuffle a bit with him inside you, sweetheart now he's wide awake and ready for round two.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• Omfg. He's so needy. He might as well be worshiping the ground you stand on, he loves you and he needs you.

Phantom

• He needs you to sit on his face, btw, now that he's in a rut it's just doubled.

• So you've found yourself in quite the predicament. You've found your way to a rut Phantom, so what's the next step (back to where you came from, turn around, and leave), honestly, just you acknowledging him during his rut could probably make him cum, he's that needy.

• He'll bend you over any and every surface known to man. Don't expect to be safe anywhere.

• If you're kind enough to help him through his rut, then he'll, probably get on one knee and propose, do anything you need him to as long as he gets to fuck you when you're done.

• Rub his horns, and he'll bust. Trust me.

• He's dominant during his rut, so don't expect normal subby, needy, Phantom. No, not you've got, dom, needy, and unbearably horny, Phantom whose prepared to stuff you full of his seed in every hole you'll let him.

• He's going to knot you. This isn't even a question. He will. It doesn't matter if you can't get pregnant because you don't have the proper biology, he will try his absolute hardest, and you won't complain because this means Phantom constantly breeding him, he has a breeding kink.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• I'm in love with her.

Cumulus

• She's quite dominant. She has a strap on, probably one of the double-ended ones, too.

• If you offer to use it on her, she might just go crazy. I hope your stamina is good because she won't be letting you go for a while.

• If you have female anatomy, scissor her. I beg of you, she'll beg you too. He might reward you by eating you out after..

• Her tits are ungodly sensitive during her ruts, so any type of touch on them, and she'll immediately be on top of you.

• Please let her tie you up. You'll look so pretty tied up and begging for her.

• She's going to mark you, so don't be alarmed when you see the dark marks the next day. And she will mark you anywhere she can, your neck, thighs, tits, anywhere.

• If you're good she might get Cirrius to fuck you along side her, and don't worry, Cirrius is just as good, and she's mean so you better be ready. (I'm head over heels for both of them, I love women.)

• She will overstimulate you until it hurts. She's just so mean sometimes.

• She will make you squirt. That's her goal. Even in a rut, she's still determined to see you squirt.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• She's mean. That's it.

Cirrius

• She'll tie you up and attach a vibrator to you and she will fuck herself as she watches you writhe.

• She might even put a gag on you if you start to get too loud.

• Once she gets her hands on you, she won't let you go until she's had her fill.

• If you call her mommy, get ready for a night full of fun because, baby, you've just fucked yourself. She won't let up. Her stamina is insane, and it combats Rains.

• So, if you ever find yourself locked in a room with Cirrius in a rut, don't expect to leave any time soon. Even after her ruts over, she might keep you there.

• If you're being good for her, maybe just maybe if she's in the mood for sharing, she'll get Cumulus or Swiss in there. (maybe even both)

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

• I unfortunately don't know too much about her, so I apologize if she's ooc.

Aurora

• She's got a pretty firey personality as it is, so now she's got that personality AND an unbearable feeling of being constantly horny, and you'll be the only one on her mind.

• Okay.. now you're with her, she might sub..? If you ask nicely, that is.

• But she will also fuck you dumb with a double-ended dildo. So be ready for a wild night. She has a bunch of things you've only heard of, and she plans to use them.

• It's not a question that she'll tie you up. We already know she will. But if you're into it, she might put you on a fuck-machine while she rides your face until she's satisfied.

• You can probably turn the tables and switch positions, and if you do, expect her to be loud. It's okay though, she sounds so pretty.

• She will scissor you. She probably can for hours. So by the end of her rut, you'll be sore and marked, and everything will hurt. But it will be worth it.

[her-satanic-wiles]

Kinktober Day 8 - Double Penetration (Two Holes)

Papa Emeritus IV x Reader x Swiss

As if spying on you through the CCTV wasn't enough, Copia decided to take it a step further, this time enlisting the help of Swiss to enact his own darkest desires, and hopefully, yours too. When surprise encounters blur the lines of consent, emotions spiral into a whirlwind of pleasure and uncertainty. As boundaries are tested, the need for open communication emerges, revealing a deeper understanding of mutual needs and safety.

Masterlist ⛧ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist ⛧ Hellish Delights Masterlist

Words: 10.9k.

Reading Time: 44 min.

Warnings: bondage (non-consensual), cheating (kind of), choking, creampie, dirty talk, degradation, drugging (consensual), fellatio, fingering, innocence kink, narratophilia, non-discussed kinks, non-consensual filming (CCTV), panty-licking, panty-sniffing, PIV sex, possessive, public sex, praise kink, rape kink, semi-public sex, skull-fucking, spanking, unprotected sex, vaginal sex

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Author’s Note: Hi, all!

The Ghouls aren’t demons in my fic. They’re humans who work in the Ministry, but they’re a different class of profession, somewhere between personal assistants and body guards, depending on the importance of Papa’s task.

This is a work of fiction based in the extreme horror category and should be treated as such. I do not condone the actions the characters make, nor am I actively encouraging others to participate in such actions in everyday life. It also does not reflect the personalities of the performers who play these characters.

The purpose of this fic is to shock, scare, entertain, and make readers entirely uncomfortable. If you are not in a headspace where you can safely read and enjoy this story, or even if the trigger warnings make you uncomfortable, I highly recommend and encourage you not to read this. Your mental health is more important than a work of fiction.

If you are struggling to come to terms with past trauma, please talk to someone and seek professional help.

You deserve to feel safe, loved, and cared for. Thank you.

🔞 MDNI 🔞

As this is dark fiction, I’m choosing to rate it 21+. Please respect my rating. Thank you.

“Come in!”

Papa’s voice echoed through the thick, oak door of his office, muffled yet unmistakable. With a flutter of anticipation, you opened the heavy door, peeking around its edge like a shy flower in bloom. Your innocent demeanour never failed to ignite something primal in him; his cock twitched at the sight of you.

“Ah, ___,” he purred, his eyes lighting up with mischief as he beckoned you inside.

As the door clicked shut behind you, you stepped into the dim light of the room, smoothing down your habit, feeling small and exposed under his predatory gaze. “You wanted to see me, Papa?” you asked, your voice soft but laced with curiosity.

“I did. Lock the door, schricchio,” he commanded, his tone firm yet enticing, sending shivers of exhilaration down your spine.

You nodded obediently, heart racing, as you turned to secure the door. The soft click of the lock felt like sealing your fate, drawing you deeper into his world.

Copia leaned back against his desk, his gaze intense and hungry. “Been thinking about you all day,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “Wanting those lips around my cock. Vieni qui.”

A rush of heat flooded your cheeks, igniting a blend of desire and urgency within you. You bit your lip, a playful smile creeping across your face as you approached him, your heart racing in anticipation. The magnetic pull between you grew stronger with every step, urging you closer to him.

By the time you’d got to him, his hardness was already out and leaking at the tip. It looked angry, and red… and it made your mouth water with desire. You knelt before him, your heart racing as you wrapped your fingers around the thick shaft, feeling the warmth radiate from him.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured, watching you with dark, hungry eyes. You leaned forward, your breath ghosting over his skin, before finally wrapping your lips around him, taking him deep into your mouth.

You hollowed your cheeks, sucking him deeper, reveling in the weight of him filling your mouth. Copia groaned, a deep, primal sound that sent a thrill through you. His fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper still.

“Sathanas, sei perfetto,” he breathed, his hips bucking slightly to meet your rhythm. The taste of him, salty and intoxicating, filled your senses, making you crave more. You glanced up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief, relishing the power you held over him in this moment.

Copia’s fingers tightened in your hair, urging you to take him deeper. You felt the heat pooling in your belly as you complied, drawing him in further, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. A soft gag escaped you, but it only fueled his desire.

“Brava ragazza,” he praised, his voice thick with lust. “Just like that. You can take it.” With each bob of your head, you could feel him growing harder, and the thrill of pleasing him pushed you to go even further.

His hand became a little more forceful in your hair, a firm grip that was just shy of overwhelming. The slight pressure made your heart race, mixing exhilaration with a hint of fear that sent shivers down your spine. As your throat tightened around him, he groaned deeply, the sound vibrating through you and urging you on.

“Feel that? You’re taking me so well,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. You could taste the salty essence of him as you fought against the urge to gag, your body responding instinctively to the challenge.

With each thrust, he pushed deeper, his hips rolling in a slow rhythm that matched the pulse of your own growing arousal. You could feel the heat radiating from him, fueling your need to please him even more.

“I bet that pussy of yours is so wet right now isn’t it, tesoro?” he teased, looking down at you with hooded eyes. His pupils were blown out - filled with a lust that made him look crazy. It made your hole clench around nothing.

You hummed a confirmation, still too busy taking his cock down your throat to answer him properly. This made Copia chuckle.

His thrusts grew more insistent, the rhythm becoming a desperate push-and-pull that sent you deeper into a haze of pleasure and submission. You could feel the slickness pooling between your thighs, your body betraying your intentions as your arousal heightened with every movement.

Just as you felt the telltale tightening in Copia’s belly, he suddenly pulled you off him, his cock slipping from your lips with a soft, lingering pop. The sudden absence sent a jolt of frustration coursing through you, a desperate whimper escaping your throat as you instinctively leaned forward, craving the fullness that had just been taken away. You looked up at him, your eyes wide with need, ready to plead for more.

But your gaze was drawn away, shifting to the computer screen on his desk. The live CCTV feed showcased a vivid and shocking scene: you and Swiss entwined in the library, bodies moving in a frenzied dance of passion. Swiss’s hands gripped your waist as he thrust into you, and you could see the way your back arched under his powerful touch, the sheer ecstasy painted across your face. The sight was both thrilling and mortifying, igniting a tempest of emotions within you—embarrassment, excitement, and an overwhelming desire to be desired.

Copia leaned back, a predatory smile curling on his lips as he noticed your reaction. “Looks like you’ve been busy, amore,” he teased, his voice low and sultry, filled with dark amusement that sent a shiver down your spine. He didn’t look away from the screen, his eyes glinting with a possessive hunger as he took in the sight of you being ravaged by another man. “Is this how you repay me for my kindness?”

Your cheeks flushed with heat at the realization that he was watching, enjoying the display. Despite the embarrassment flooding through you, a thrill of excitement twisted in your stomach. You were being claimed by both men, caught in a web of desire that made your heart race.

“Doesn’t he make you feel good?” Copia pressed, his fingers trailing along your jawline, tilting your head up so you were forced to meet his intense gaze. “Look at how he takes you, how he fills you up. Tell me how much you enjoy it.” His voice was a dangerous mix of challenge and allure, coaxing you to reveal your deepest desires.

The air was thick with tension, your body reacting to both the sight on the screen and his commanding presence. You felt the slickness pooling between your thighs, the undeniable evidence of your arousal. With every thrust Swiss delivered in the footage, your own body ached for that same pleasure, a visceral need that begged for release.

“I love it, Papa,” you replied, your voice a sultry whisper as you looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, kneeling before him in a practically sinful pose. The air was thick with tension, and your heart raced as you felt the weight of his gaze.

Copia stood up, a confident smirk playing on his lips as he began to remove his clothes, revealing his toned body piece by piece. “Strip,” he ordered, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine. You obeyed eagerly, peeling off your garments, feeling exposed yet exhilarated under his intense scrutiny.

“Now, get on that chair,” he commanded, gesturing toward the ornate chair that he was just sat on. “On your knees, holding onto the back. Proprio così. I’m going to fuck you while you watch yourself getting fucked by him.”

Your breath hitched at his words, a wave of excitement crashing over you. You moved to the chair, positioning yourself just as he instructed, your heart pounding in anticipation. The cool wood pressed against your palms as you gripped the backrest, and you turned your head slightly, stealing a glance at the screen.

As you settled into position, Copia stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. You could feel the heat radiating off him, a stark contrast to the cool air around you. “You like watching, don’t you?” he purred, running a hand along your back, teasingly brushing against your skin.

“Y-yes, Papa,” you stammered, a thrill running through you as you caught sight of yourself in the feed—Swiss’s powerful thrusts pushing you to the edge of ecstasy.

“Good girl,” he said, his tone laced with satisfaction. He positioned himself behind you, his breath hot against your ear. “Keep your eyes on that screen. I want you to see how much you enjoy this.”

As he entered you, the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, and you gasped, a moan escaping your lips. Copia’s thick cock stretched you, filling you completely and igniting a fire deep within. He started with a slow, deliberate thrust, relishing the feeling of you wrapped around him. You bit your lip, desperately trying to focus on the screen, the sight of Swiss thrusting into your other self almost too much to bear.

“Keep watching,” Copia urged, his voice a deep rumble behind you, sending shivers down your spine. “I want you to see how much you’re enjoying him while I fuck you.”

Your eyes darted to the feed, the image of Swiss’s powerful form moving against you, claiming you with each thrust. The way your back arched under him, the pleasure painted across your face, was mesmerizing. It was intoxicating to see yourself so utterly lost in desire, and it only fueled the hunger inside you.

Copia found a rhythm, his thrusts deep and punishing, pulling you closer to the edge with every movement. You felt yourself getting wetter, the slick sounds of your bodies colliding mingling with the lewd noises filling the room. “Sei così cazzo stretta,” he groaned, his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as he drove into you harder. “So tight for me.”

You could feel every inch of him, the heat radiating from his body, the weight of him pressing you into the chair. You moaned again, the sound nearly drowning out the wet slaps of skin on skin. “Please, Papa,” you gasped, wanting him to go deeper, to take you harder.

“Such a needy little thing,” he chuckled darkly, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. “Just remember, you wanted this. You wanted both of us.” He increased his pace, the sound of your moans filling the air as he hit that perfect spot inside you, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

Your gaze remained fixed on the screen, watching yourself get taken by Swiss. The way his hands gripped your thighs, how he thrust with abandon, ignited something primal within you. You could feel your orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter.

“Look at you, tesoro,” Copia purred, his voice a low growl. “You’re nothing but a whore for our cocks.” He punctuated his words with another thrust, sending you spiraling closer to your climax.

“What was he whispering into your ear then? Dimmi,” Copia asked, his voice dripping with a mixture of curiosity and possessiveness, his thrusts never faltering as he maintained his relentless pace.

You hesitated for just a moment, caught between the pleasure of the moment and the thrill of his question. The memory of Swiss’s breath hot against your skin surged to the forefront of your mind. “He… he told me how g-good I looked, how much he wanted me,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a breathy whisper.

Copia’s grip on your hips tightened, and he thrust deeper, his eyes narrowing with a mix of jealousy and arousal. “Good,” he growled, clearly relishing your confession. “You’re mine to play with, and I want you to remember that.”

You could feel the heat radiating from him, each powerful thrust pushing you closer to the edge. The way he was fucking you, coupled with the image of Swiss still on the screen, was intoxicating. It felt wrong, but it felt so good.

“What else did he say?” Copia pressed, his voice low and commanding, his breath warm against the back of your neck.

“He said… he wanted to m-make me scream,” you managed to say, biting your lip as another wave of pleasure washed over you. The thought of Swiss’s primal hunger for you only added to your arousal, and you couldn’t help but moan, “I loved it.” Your hand snaked down to your clit, touching yourself and stroking yourself quickly as Copia kept the pace.

Copia’s eyes darkened, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “Then scream for me,” he urged, his pace quickening, each thrust driving you higher into ecstasy.

You let out a loud moan, the sound echoing around the room as the pressure inside you built to a near unbearable intensity. The combination of his powerful thrusts and the sight of yourself being taken by Swiss on the screen was overwhelming.

“Louder!” Copia commanded, his fingers digging into your hips, holding you firmly in place as he fucked you relentlessly. “I want to hear how much you love this. I want him to.”

With every thrust, he pushed you closer to the edge. “I l-love it, Papa!” you cried out, feeling the heat pooling in your belly, ready to explode. “I love h-how you fill me up! Fuck - you f-feel so fucking g-good!”

Copia’s breath hitched at your words, and he thrust deeper, hitting that sweet spot that made your vision blur with pleasure. “That’s right, amore. Let everyone know how much you enjoy being our little whore,” he growled, his voice low and dripping with lust.

You could feel your body responding to his command, the waves of pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave. With each thrust, the urgency built, and you could feel the tension coiling tighter within you. “I’m so close, Papa,” you gasped, your fingers gripping the back of the chair as you surrendered completely to the sensation.

“Then let go,” he urged, his pace relentless as he pushed you to the brink. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

With a final, deep thrust, you felt yourself tumble over the edge, a cry of ecstasy tearing from your lips as your orgasm washed over you, every muscle in your body tightening in a delicious wave of bliss.

As your orgasm washed over you, it felt as if time had momentarily stopped. A wave of bliss surged through your body, electrifying every nerve ending as your core tightened around Copia’s thick cock. The pleasure was a fiery explosion, radiating from the depths of your belly and sending shivers coursing down your spine. You could feel the warmth of your release spilling over, soaking you and amplifying the sensation.

But as you surrendered to the ecstasy, your eyes remained fixated on the screen, captivated by the sight of yourself being taken by Swiss. Watching your other self writhe under his touch intensified the experience, making your cheeks flush with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. It was surreal to see your pleasure mirrored on screen, the way you arched your back, lost in a haze of desire.

The sight of Swiss thrusting into you while you were being claimed by Copia was intoxicating. You could almost feel the echoes of his movements reverberating through your body, a reminder of how badly you craved that attention. You gasped as your other self moaned, the sounds a chorus of pleasure that only heightened your own arousal. Each cry of bliss you heard from the screen became a visceral reminder of your need to be desired, to be owned.

“Look at yourself,” Copia urged, his voice a dark whisper that sent another thrill through you. “Look how much you love it.”

In that moment, you felt like two halves of the same whole—one side wholly submissive, lost in Copia’s thrusts, while the other side reveled in the wild abandon Swiss had brought out in you. The duality of it all made you ache with need, igniting a fire within that threatened to consume you entirely.

With a final, deep thrust, Copia buried himself inside you, the heat of his release spilling into you. The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of warmth that filled you completely and sent aftershocks of pleasure coursing through your body. His groans echoed in your ear, a sound that made your heart race as you relished the feeling of being utterly owned by him.

“Sathanas, you’re perfect,” he gasped, his grip tightening on your hips as he held you against him, riding out the waves of his climax. Each pulse of his cock sent another jolt of pleasure through you, making you keen softly, the remnants of your own orgasm still lingering in the air.

As you both caught your breath, you couldn’t help but glance back at the screen. The image of Swiss still ravaging you played on repeat, your other self lost in ecstasy, eyes rolled back and mouth open in a silent scream of bliss. The sight only intensified your arousal, reminding you of how you’d been shared, how both men had taken you in their own ways, except Swiss was completely unaware of it.

The reality of what had just transpired washed over you, and a rush of mixed emotions flooded your senses—satisfaction, exhilaration, and a hint of guilt. But as you felt Copia’s warm body against yours, you couldn’t help but crave more.

“Now, run off to Swiss like you promised him,” Copia commented, smacking your ass as if he were punctuating his sentence with it. The sharp sting sent a delightful shiver through you, and you turned to look back at him, your heart racing. The playful authority in his voice stirred something deep inside, a longing to please him even as you prepared to rush to Swiss.

“Yes, Papa,” you replied breathlessly, the thrill of obedience coursing through you. You could still feel the warmth of Copia’s release inside you, and it made your cheeks flush as you imagined what Swiss would do next.

You quickly slipped off the chair, your body still tingling from the intensity of the moment. As you headed towards the door, you glanced back at Copia one last time. His expression was a mix of satisfaction and possessiveness, and it only fueled the fire of desire within you.

“Don’t keep him waiting,” he added with a smirk, his tone a mix of teasing and command. You nodded eagerly, knowing you were about to step into another thrilling encounter.

Copia had been gentle with you as of late, and today was no exception. But there was a part of him that wanted to let the animal out - almost compete with Asmodeus when he first hurt you. That primal instinct simmered just beneath the surface, tugging at him, urging him to unleash his darker desires.

As you rushed to find Swiss, Copia’s thoughts raced, torn between the tenderness he felt for you and the raw, feral need that clawed at his insides. He wanted to claim you in a way that left no doubt of who you belonged to, to show you that his power was unyielding.

The image of you writhing under Swiss’s control danced in his mind, a juxtaposition of pleasure and pain that both excited and enraged him. Would you enjoy it if he pushed you further, made you feel the thrill of submission wrapped in intensity? The idea sent a surge of lust through him, igniting a dark flame that was hard to ignore.

He wanted you to feel every bit of it—to know that he could take you apart, piece by piece, but still leave you whole in the end. A part of him yearned for that sweet spot where pleasure and pain intertwined, where the lines blurred, and the thrill of domination reigned supreme.

He wanted to see the terror in your eyes again, mixed with that intoxicating pleasure that he saw right before you passed out. He wanted to experience your fear again after the last time, take what he wanted from you, and now from Swiss.

The gears began to set in motion.

Days later, Copia summoned Swiss to his office, a sense of anticipation bubbling within him. As he paced the room, he could feel the tension thickening in the air, a palpable electricity crackling around him. This was going to be a game of control, one where he would remind both you and Swiss who held the power.

When Swiss entered, the casual confidence in his demeanor was evident, but Copia could see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. “Ah, Swiss,” he greeted, a predatory smile spreading across his face. “I have something special in mind for us today.”

Swiss raised an eyebrow, a hint of intrigue mingled with wariness in his gaze. “What’s on your mind, Papa?”

Copia leaned against the desk, feigning casual interest as Swiss savored the drink. “You know, I appreciate how you’ve been… attentive to our little one. It’s nice to see you both enjoying yourselves.”

Swiss frowned, the tension in the air thickening. “What are you talking about, Papa?”

“Oh, she hasn’t told you?”

Swiss shook his head.

Copia sat on his desk chair, the same one he’d had you on just days ago. “The first night, after Asmodeus took over your body, you visited her in the hospital, didn’t you?”

Swiss’ eyes widened. “N-no, I would never. I-”

Copia raised his hand. “It was all caught on CCTV, Swiss. You can’t hide it. Nor every single time after that. It was hot to watch.

“When she was almost healed she came to me and begged for you not to be punished at all,” Copia continued, taking a sip of his own drink. “Turned out it was because she wanted to keep you balls deep inside her, huh?”

“You need to know that everything that happened afterwards was consensual.”

“Of course it was. You’re a good man. You both had your bodies used against your wills, naturally you’d bond over it and make it the front of your sexual activities.”

“Forgive me, Papa, but where is this going?”

“She’s been spreading her legs for me, too. The day she begged for your lack of punishment, I took her right there.” Copia pointed to the spot on the floor where he fucked you for the first time. “And she told me all about you…”

Swiss’s expression shifted from surprise to an uneasy understanding, his brow furrowing as he processed Copia’s words. “You… you’re saying she chose this? That she wanted you?” he asked, a hint of incredulity lacing his voice.

“No, she wants both of us,” Copia reminded him, his voice cool and steady. “Your body was the one that gave her the trauma, mine was the one that stopped it. But either way, she likes it when we both destroy her.”

Swiss’s eyes widened as he absorbed Copia’s revelation, the weight of it heavy in the air between them. “Destroy her? You mean… together?”

“Exactly,” Copia replied, leaning forward slightly, his intensity palpable. “We’re going to give her everything she craves. She needs both of us to push her limits, to explore the boundaries of pleasure and pain. She wants the chaos that only we can provide.”

Swiss felt a rush of conflicting emotions—desire for you mingled with a sense of protectiveness and uncertainty. “And what if she can’t handle it? What if we go too far?”

Copia’s gaze hardened, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. “That’s for her to decide. You need to learn that she thrives on this, Swiss. It’s a part of who she is now. And it’s our job to indulge her.”

“Indulge her, or break her?” Swiss shot back, unable to suppress the defensiveness creeping into his voice.

Copia chuckled darkly, the sound low and menacing. “There’s a fine line between the two, my friend. But we both love to see her broken.”

Swiss hesitated, weighing his options. The prospect of joining you in this dark dance both thrilled and terrified him. But one thing was clear: he was no longer in control, and that realization sent a shiver down his spine.

“Alright, Papa,” Swiss finally replied, steeling himself. “I’m in. Let’s see where this goes. What did you have in mind?”

Copia’s plan unfolded like a dark tapestry, rich with layers of tension and desire. He envisioned a scenario that would play with the boundaries of fear and pleasure, designed to draw out every reaction from you and Swiss. The atmosphere would be thick with an ominous energy, the room dimly lit, shadows flickering against the walls, creating an unsettling yet tantalizing ambiance. And you were none the wiser.

*

You knocked at Copia’s door, expecting the usual soft command to enter. But this time, there was no answer, only an eerie silence pressing in on you. You knocked at Copia’s door again, harder this time, but the silence felt oppressive, seeping through the thick wood. Something was wrong. The faint glow from under the door flickered like dying embers, casting eerie shadows across the hallway. A chill ran down your spine as you hesitantly pushed it open, the darkness inside swallowing you whole.

The room was colder than usual, a stale, suffocating air hanging heavy. As your eyes scanned the dim space, they landed on Swiss. He was tied to a chair, ropes digging deep into his wrists and ankles, his head sagging forward, unconscious. The dim, flickering light barely illuminated his pale face, a smear of blood at his temple glistening faintly.

Your heart raced, your breath catching in your throat as you rushed toward him, instincts screaming at you to help him. But just as you neared, an icy grip clamped around your arm. The door slammed shut behind you with an ominous finality. A scream clawed its way up your throat, but before it could escape, a large, gloved hand covered your mouth.

Copia stood behind you, his body pressing against yours, holding you firmly in place. His breath was hot against your ear, but his presence felt like an arctic wind, chilling you to the core. You struggled, but he was unyielding, his grip like iron.

“Shh,” he whispered, his voice a low, sinister murmur that sent shivers down your spine. “I wouldn’t scream if I were you. Not unless you want to wake him up…”

Your eyes darted back to Swiss, his motionless figure somehow more haunting in the oppressive quiet. The ropes that bound him creaked as if they were alive, and the stillness of the room became suffocating, the walls seeming to close in on you. Every inch of you screamed to break free, but Copia’s grip only tightened, his fingers pressing hard against your skin.

He inhaled, smelling your hair as you were so close to him. It felt weird, wrong almost, coming from him. But you couldn’t help the sharp pang of arousal that flooded your veins and pooled in your stomach. There was something wrong with you for enjoying this - but it felt so good.

You froze, the heat of his breath contrasting with the icy grip he had on you. The sound of your heart hammered in your ears, the room closing in as his whisper lingered in the silence. You tried to look at Swiss again, your mind racing, wondering how he ended up like this—bound and bloodied, helpless in the chair.

“Look at him,” Copia growled, his voice rougher now. “So helpless. He thought he had power over you… but we both know where the real power lies, don’t we?” His fingers trailed down your arm, sending shivers through you, though it wasn’t entirely from fear.

Your pulse quickened, your body betraying you as it reacted to the closeness of him. The tension in the room was thick, choking, yet the thrill that surged through you was undeniable. There was something disturbingly exhilarating about the danger—his touch, the helplessness of Swiss, the silence that pressed down on your chest. You hated that it aroused you, but the more you tried to deny it, the deeper the need curled in your stomach.

Copia’s hand slid to your waist, pressing you harder against him. “He’ll wake up soon, tesoro,” he whispered darkly. “When that drink wears off. And when he does, I want him to see just how much you enjoy this. To understand that I’m in control… of you both.”

A breath hitched in your throat. It was wrong, so wrong, but the way his grip anchored you, the weight of his dominance, made you ache in a way that left you burning with shame and desire. Every brush of his gloved hand sent sparks skittering over your skin, the soft creak of leather filling the room.

You glanced at Swiss, his head still drooping forward, unaware of the storm gathering around him. The guilt gnawed at you, but the dark thrill in Copia’s words rooted you in place.

“What’s the matter?” Copia taunted, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You’ve wanted this all along, haven’t you? A piece of both of us. Don’t pretend it doesn’t excite you… I can feel it.”

Your body betrayed you, a soft gasp escaping your lips. You wanted to resist, but as Copia pressed closer, every fiber of your being craved the release that only he could grant.

“W-why are you doing this?” you asked, squirming in his grip, trying to make sense of the situation as dread mixed with desire in your veins.

“We’ve both been gentle on you for so long, haven’t we, tesoro?” Copia’s voice took on a patronizing tone, dripping with mock sympathy. “You still think about it, don’t you? Every time Swiss fucks you, you still hear and feel Asmodeus, sì?” His words cut deep, bringing back the memories that haunted your most intimate moments. The truth in his voice stung, as he revealed what you’d kept buried for so long.

Copia’s fingers dug slightly deeper into your flesh, grounding you in place as his words crawled under your skin. “You liked it, didn’t you? The way your body still reacts… It’s why you come back to us, even when you should be terrified.”

His words were poison, twisting in your mind, but beneath the layers of dread, there was something else—a flicker of undeniable arousal. The shame burned hot in your chest, but you couldn’t stop the way your body responded to his touch, to his words.

He leaned closer, his breath warm against your neck. “Tonight, we remind you who you belong to… who has the power over you. Swiss won’t save you from this. You’ll take what we give you.”

The fear in your voice didn’t match the heat spreading through your body as you whispered, “Papa, no… please!” The words were instinctual, slipping past your lips as fear tangled with desire. But you didn’t truly mean them. Not at all.

Copia paused for a fraction of a second, his voice dropping the menacing tone for just a heartbeat. “Are you using your safe word, tesoro?” he asked, his mask slipping just enough for you to recognize the safety hidden beneath the performance.

And that was when it hit you—this was all a setup. A carefully crafted scene designed to push you, to test you. In that moment, you understood. No matter what was coming, you were safe. Even if a small, dark part of you didn’t want to be.

Copia’s grip loosened, but only slightly, just enough to let you breathe, but not enough to free yourself. He was still in control, his presence looming large over you. The power dynamics at play were intoxicating, the push and pull between fear and trust blurring into something dangerously exciting.

“No, Papa.” You whimpered. You could feel his hardness pressing into your back. He wanted this so badly, too.

“What do you want? Tell me.”

“I want to leave. I… I want you to let me go.”

Copia moved a hand up to your throat and squeezed. “Liar. Tell the truth.”

“I am! Please!”

“You want me to take you, don’t you? Force you to take what I give you.”

“Papa, please!”

“Say it.”

The other hand moved down to the hem of your habit and gripped you over your sodden panties and feeling the soaked fabric, a low, approving growl rumbling from his chest. Immediately your hips bucked, trying to chase the pleasure that was coming your way.

You gasped, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. “No… I don’t want this,” you whimpered, but your hips betrayed you, bucking involuntarily into his touch. The lie tasted bitter on your tongue, but you couldn’t give in. Not yet.

Copia’s thumb pressed against your soaked core, sending a jolt of pleasure through you, but you bit down hard, refusing to let it consume you. “Is that why you’re dripping for me?” he taunted, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to remind you of the control he held. “You want this, even if you won’t admit it.”

You shook your head weakly, though the throbbing heat between your legs told a different story. “No… I don’t…” you whispered, the words faltering as he slid your panties to the side, his fingers teasing your slick entrance.

“Say it,” he demanded, his fingers now dangerously close to plunging inside. “Say you want me to take what’s mine.”

You began to fight back, desperately trying to wriggle out of his grasp, but his hold on you was too strong. Each attempt only made him tighten his grip further, a low, dark chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Do you really think you can escape me, tesoro?” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear, sending a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through you. Every time you moved, you felt his cock on you. That hard, hot, heavy, delicious cock your cunt was screaming for.

“Stop!” you cried, but the protest felt weak even to your own ears. Copia reveled in your struggle, using it to stoke the fire of his desire.

“Tell me you want this, and I might consider letting you go,” he murmured, pressing against you, the hardness of his body a constant reminder of the power he held. The tension in the room thickened as you fought to maintain your defiance, even as every nerve ending screamed for release.

With each thrust of his fingers against your sensitive skin, the words caught in your throat. You wanted to resist, to keep fighting against the tidal wave of pleasure building within you, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. The war between your body and your mind intensified, creating a delicious tension that left you gasping for breath.

Copia’s hands left your body suddenly, and before you could process the shift, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you toward the centre of the room. You stumbled, thrown off balance as he flung you onto the floor in front of Swiss, who remained unconscious and oblivious to the scene unfolding around him.

Your heart raced as you looked up at Copia, his eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. “Now, let’s see how much you truly want this,” he purred, a sinister smile creeping across his lips.

You felt exposed and vulnerable, the coolness of the floor beneath you contrasting sharply with the heat pooling in your core. The sight of Swiss, bound and helpless, heightened the thrill coursing through you. Copia knelt beside you, his presence overpowering as he leaned in closer. “Do you see him? Do you see what I’ve done for you?”

He brushed his fingers against your cheek, the touch both possessive and electrifying. “You’re going to show him just how much you crave this… whether you admit it or not.”

Your breaths quickened, caught between fear and anticipation. Your habit had risen up completely at this point, exposing not only your soiled panties but your midriff too. You could feel the cold air swirling around you as your legs remained spread out, body betraying how much you truly wanted and loved this.

Copia, sensing your vulnerability, positioned himself above you, his weight pressing down in a way that made your heart race. With a firm grip on your hips, he held you down, anchoring you to the floor as he leaned closer. You could feel his breath hot against your skin, a mix of lust and something more primal radiating from him.

He inhaled deeply, the scent of your panties intoxicating him. “Sathanas, you smell sinful,” he murmured, a wicked grin stretching across his face. “I can’t wait to taste you again.” The way he spoke made it clear that he was relishing every moment of your submission, drawing out your anticipation.

As he continued to breathe in your essence, your body responded involuntarily, a mix of arousal and shame flooding through you. You wanted to protest, to assert your agency, but his grip on your hips kept you firmly in place, leaving you torn between pleasure and fighting him with everything you had.

Copia’s grip on your hips remained unyielding as he savoured the intoxicating scent emanating from your panties. A wicked smile played across his lips as he lowered his mouth closer, his breath teasing the fabric. He flicked his tongue out, trailing it across the wet cotton, tasting the remnants of your arousal.

You bit back a moan.

“Delicious,” he breathed, the sound reverberating in your core. He licked again, each swipe sending shockwaves of heat through your body, intensifying the delicious tension between pleasure and shame. Your eyes fluttered closed, torn between wanting him to continue and the desperate need to assert your resistance. “You taste even better when you’re scared.”

He licked a few more times, relishing the way your body responded to him, before suddenly tearing the panties from your body, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room. The fabric ripped away with a swift, unforgiving motion, leaving you bare and exposed before him.

You gasped at the suddenness, your heart racing as a thrill coursed through you, igniting every nerve ending in your body. Copia leaned back, eyes darkened with desire, taking in the sight of you—vulnerable and aching for his touch. “Now we can play properly,” he said, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he hovered over you, ready to take what he wanted.

Copia’s eyes darkened with a primal hunger as he held your gaze, the air between you thick with tension. Without a moment’s hesitation, he plunged into you, his movement fierce and relentless. The force of him filling you was like a bolt of electricity, sparking every nerve ending to life. Your body reacted instinctively, arching into him, desperate for more even as your mind fought against the sheer intensity of it all.

“Feel that?” he growled, his voice low and rough like gravel. Each thrust was merciless, a raw power that left no room for gentleness. The floor beneath you felt cold and hard, but the contrast only heightened your senses, the sensation of being claimed on that unforgiving surface igniting a fire within you.

He took you with an urgency that left no space for hesitation, his hips driving against you with a force that made you gasp. You could hear the wet sound of skin meeting skin, a primal rhythm that echoed in the quiet room. Copia’s grip on your hips was firm, almost possessive, anchoring you as he thrust deeper and deeper.

With every movement, he made it clear that you were entirely at his mercy. “This is mine. You’re mine,” he declared, the words a possessive growl that sent shivers down your spine. The mixture of pain and pleasure was intoxicating, blurring the lines between the two as he lost himself in you.

Your breath hitched as he pressed down harder, the intensity of it all washing over you in waves. You felt utterly consumed by him, your body responding to his every thrust, every growl, even as your mind screamed for a semblance of control. But you were lost in the moment, your body betraying you with every muffled moan that escaped your lips.

Copia’s rhythm became more frantic, his desire palpable as he pushed you closer to the edge. The world around you faded into nothingness, leaving just the two of you—wrapped in a haze of ecstasy and raw, unbridled passion.

Copia’s hunger intensified as he felt you tighten around him, urging him to push further. With a primal growl, he seized the hem of your habit, ripping it open with a feral urgency that echoed the first time Asmodeus had laid hands on you.

That earned him a loud moan.

The fabric tore apart, exposing your skin to the cool air, a rush of vulnerability coursing through you. He watched your body bounce off his cock, tits thighs jiggling as he took what he wanted. The bra was the last piece of clothing in tact, but he’d get rid of that soon enough. “Look at you,” he breathed, his eyes glinting with a mix of desire and triumph. “So perfectly spread for me.”

The sensation of the ripped fabric against your skin heightened every thrust, merging pleasure and raw exposure into an intoxicating mix that left you breathless. The remnants of your habit pooled around you like discarded armor, a stark reminder of the innocence he was so willingly stripping away, and you were so willing to give.

Moans ripped from your throat wantonly, screeching out just how good it felt. Each thrust pushed you further into a whirlwind of sensation, each deep stroke igniting a fire that consumed you whole. Your body betrayed you, arching back against him as pleasure washed over you in waves, drowning out any remnants of resistance. The connection between you grew stronger with every push and pull, a primal rhythm that resonated through the room. He claimed you fiercely, and in that moment, all that mattered was the raw, intoxicating ecstasy of being utterly his.

Copia’s thrusts became more demanding, each one a declaration of his ownership as he savored every moment, his body driving against yours with a fierce need. Your heart raced as you realized that this was more than just a physical act; it was a reclaiming, a deepening of the dark connection that bound you together.

Copia’s hands slipped from your hips as he began to peel off his robes, each layer of fabric revealing more of his soft form, the contours of his chunk gleaming under the dim light. For a brief moment, a rush of adrenaline surged through you, igniting a primal instinct to escape. You pushed yourself out from beneath him, scrambling to crawl away, the cold floor sending shivers through your exposed skin.

As you crawled away, your heart pounded in your chest, fueled by the thrill of attempting to escape. But the moment was fleeting, as he effortlessly grabbed your ankles, yanking you back toward him with a possessive grip. The floor felt cold against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body.

“Not so fast,” he growled, pulling you closer until your back pressed against his bare chest. You could feel the strength in his arms, the warmth of his skin igniting a mix of fear and desire within you. With a firm yet sensual motion, he positioned you, sinking into you once more from behind, every thrust deepening the connection between pleasure and raw surrender.

He filled you completely, driving into you with a relentless intensity that stole your breath. The world around you faded, leaving just the sensation of him filling you, his body moving with purpose as he claimed you. Each thrust was a reminder of his dominance, and you felt yourself giving in, body responding eagerly to his every move, your mind battling between resistance and the undeniable pleasure he offered.

Copia’s wicked grin widened as he surveyed the scene, his predatory instincts igniting with excitement. With a sudden, decisive motion, he pulled out of you, leaving a void that had you gasping for breath. The rush of cold air against your slick skin sent a shiver down your spine, amplifying the anticipation swirling in the room.

His hands moved quickly, deftly peeling off your clothes, fabric tearing under his forceful grip. The sound of your bra ripping apart echoed, a stark reminder of your vulnerability as you were laid bare before him. The cool air kissed your skin, heightening your senses and making your pulse race.

“Now, let’s see how this feels,” he said, voice low and husky, as he positioned your arms over Swiss’s thighs. You could feel the weight of his unconscious body beneath you, the solidness of him contrasting sharply with the chaos of emotions swirling inside you.

With your arms resting on Swiss’s thighs, you were completely exposed, a living plaything between them. Copia held you firm, positioning you just right as he thrust back into you with unrelenting force, each movement causing your body to jolt against Swiss. You felt the dual sensations of pleasure and danger, your heart racing as the thrill coursed through you.

Copia’s grip on your waist was possessive, each thrust deeper and harder, a rhythmic claim that reverberated through your core. The weight of Swiss’s unconscious form added a layer of intoxicating risk, your body trapped between the two of them as Copia filled you completely. The feeling of being so utterly controlled ignited a fire within you, a yearning that sent waves of pleasure washing over you, drowning out the nagging voice of protest in your mind.

Every thrust felt like a declaration, and with each powerful movement, Copia sent you spiraling further into a whirlwind of desire and surrender. You were his—no longer a person but a vessel for their desires, caught in a dizzying dance of power and submission. The world around you blurred, leaving only the primal rhythm of Copia’s body moving against yours, a tempest of pleasure threatening to consume you whole.

You watched as Swiss’s body reacted to Copia’s relentless movements, his form jolting with the force of you against him. The sight was intoxicating, a reminder of the dangerous game you were caught in. You could feel yourself tightening around Copia, betraying the resolve you thought you had. You shouldn’t be enjoying this; it felt so wrong yet so utterly exhilarating, your mind racing to reconcile the conflicting sensations. Each thrust sent shivers down your spine, blurring the line between pleasure and the haunting echo of fear, making your heart race.

Swiss stirred, consciousness creeping back into him as he groaned softly, his body reacting instinctively to the movements around him. The moment his eyes fluttered open, confusion morphed into shock as he took in the sight before him. Your hands clawed at his thighs, seeking something—perhaps a connection or a plea for help—but the confusion in his gaze quickly shifted as he processed the scenario.

Copia remained unphased, a devilish smirk on his lips, relishing the chaos he had orchestrated. He thrived on the intensity of the moment, the primal energy thrumming through the room, as Swiss’s eyes darted from you to Copia, uncertainty mixing with a flicker of understanding. Your body was taut, a taut string vibrating between two powerful forces, and with every thrust from Copia, you felt the tension spiral higher. You were caught in a web of desire and confusion, the line between pleasure and panic becoming ever more blurred.

“Good of you to finally join us,” Copia said, his voice breathless and laced with pleasure, a dark glimmer in his eyes as he relished Swiss’s confusion and surprise.

Swiss’s gaze flickered between you and Copia, his expression a mixture of disbelief and awakening desire. The reality of the situation settled over him like a thick fog, and he instinctively tightened his grip on the chair, trying to process the chaotic blend of sensations and emotions swirling around him. You were still clawing at his thighs, a silent plea for something you couldn’t quite articulate.

Copia’s gaze flickered down to Swiss, a knowing smile creeping across his face as he caught the faint outline of Swiss’s arousal beneath his clothes. The air thickened with tension, and you felt the heat radiating off both of them, each lost in the tangled web of desire that had ensnared you all.

“Look at him,” Copia teased, his voice a sultry whisper that dripped with mockery. “Our dear Swiss is starting to enjoy the show. Can’t deny what he’s feeling, can he? What do you think, tesoro? Does he want to join in on the fun?”

Your heart raced as you processed the implications of his words, the heat pooling in your stomach, both thrilling and terrifying. Swiss’s expression shifted from shock to something deeper, the flush spreading across his cheeks betraying his arousal, igniting a spark of defiance within you. Copia leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear, revelling in the charged atmosphere that surrounded you.

Swiss finally spoke, his throat dry and scratchy from his slumber. “Did you want him to do this, ___?” He asked. It looked like he was about to step in and help you.

You had to nod. “I w-want it!” You screamed, clenching tightly around Copia’s cock.

Swiss nodded and looked at Copia. “Can I drop the act now, or…?”

Your eyes widened when you realised Swiss was in on it, too. Dread shot down your spine alongside the arousal that already lived there.

Copia’s smirk widened at Swiss’s words, the glint in his eyes growing darker. “Oh, but I think the act suits you, Swiss,” he replied, his tone dripping with mockery. “It adds an air of mystery, doesn’t it? But if you want to drop it, I wouldn’t stop you. After all, we both know she’s been craving something a bit more thrilling.” He leaned closer, his voice a sultry whisper, “Let’s give her what she wants, shall we?” The air crackled with unspoken tension as the two of them conspired, your heart racing with a blend of dread and excitement.

Swiss wriggled out of the ropes, so loose that it was proof that they were only there for your benefit. He frees himself from his jeans and dangles himself in front of you, teasing you.

“Don’t give it to her yet, Swiss,” Copia suggested, keeping his pace. “Make her beg for it.”

“You heard him,” Swiss told you. “Beg Papa to give you my cock.”

You hesitated at first, not wanting to show you wanted this. But, eventually, it became too much.

Your breaths came in shallow gasps, a mixture of desire and humiliation swirling within you. “I—I want it, Papa-ah!” you stammered, your voice trembling as the heat pooled in your core. “Please… I need it! Fuck! I need Swiss inside… inside me.”

The words tumbled out, each one laced with desperation, and you could feel the weight of their gazes on you, pushing you further into submission. “I can’t take it anymore… Please, I’ll do anything!” The urgency in your voice left no doubt about how over how much you needed it.

Copia laughed. “Puttana,” he hissed. “I knew you wanted it all along.”

“I d-did. H-holy shit, Papa! Please… don’t stop!”

Copia’s gaze darkened with a mix of lust and amusement as he watched you squirm, your vulnerability hanging thick in the air. “Alright, tesoro,” he drawled, a wicked smile on his lips. “You’ve begged so nicely, I think it’s time to give you what you want.”

With that, he pulled away, releasing you just enough to give Swiss the green light. “Go on then, give her everything she craves.” His voice was thick with anticipation as he leaned back, watching you both with keen interest, eager to see how this would unfold.

You steadied your breath, feeling the electric tension in the air as you leaned in closer to Swiss. His scent enveloped you, a mix of musk and desire, igniting a primal urge within. With a shiver of anticipation, you opened your mouth, letting your tongue dart out to tease the tip of his cock.

You took a moment to savour him, letting your warmth envelop the head as you swirled your tongue around it, tasting the salty essence that pooled there. His breath hitched as you started to take him deeper, inch by tantalising inch. You felt the heat radiating off him, a delicious reminder of the power you held in this moment.

With each movement, you took him further into your mouth, the soft, warm flesh of your lips brushing against him. You could feel him thickening, filling your mouth completely. You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, then sank down again, feeling the way he brushed against the back of your throat.

Your hands moved instinctively, one gripping the base of his shaft while the other rested on his thigh, fingers digging into the firm muscle as you began to find a rhythm. The wet sounds of your mouth working him mingled with the sharp gasps that escaped his lips, each one driving you to push further, to take more.

The world around you faded as you focused solely on the sensation—the taste, the heat, the sound of him losing himself to the pleasure you were giving. You quickened your pace, letting your lips glide up and down, taking him deeper, feeling him pulse against your tongue. You relished the feeling of him growing harder, the way his body responded to your every movement.

You could feel the heat building within you, a need for more. The thrill of submission and dominance tangled together in an intoxicating mix, urging you to push further, to lose yourself entirely in the act of worshipping him.

As you continued to take him into your mouth, Swiss’s patience began to wear thin. With a low growl, he grasped your hair, fingers threading through it firmly but not painfully, and guided your movements, taking control of the rhythm.

“Enough of this teasing,” he said, his voice rough with need. “I want to feel you properly.” He pulled you back just enough to look you in the eyes, heat swirling between you, and with a swift motion, he thrust his hips forward, driving deeper into your mouth.

You gasped around him, the sudden intensity sending shivers down your spine. He took your reaction as encouragement, his grip tightening as he started to guide your head back and forth, establishing a pace that made your breath hitch. The desperation of his thrusts mixed with your eagerness, each thrust forcing you to take him deeper, your throat tightening around him.

With each thrust, he held your gaze, a wicked glint in his eyes that promised a pleasurable reprisal for your earlier hesitation. The air was thick with the sounds of you both—the soft, wet noises of your mouth and his sharp, urgent breaths. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, the sensation of surrender mixing with the thrill of his dominance.

He pulled back momentarily, letting you catch your breath before pushing back in, more forcefully this time. “I want to feel you choke on me,” he commanded, his voice low and husky, and you complied eagerly, letting him guide you into a rhythm that left you breathless. The thrill of being completely at his mercy ignited a fire within you, and all you could do was submit to the pleasure he was giving.

Swiss’s grip on your hair tightened as his impatience surged, pushing him to take control of the moment completely. He thrust deeper, each movement more forceful and urgent, his hips slamming against your mouth, the rhythm both demanding and possessive. There was an intensity in his touch that contrasted starkly with Copia’s earlier gentleness.

Where Copia had taken his time, savouring each moment, Swiss seemed to revel in the raw, primal connection between you, pushing you to your limits. As he took you harder, you could feel the heat radiating from him, the possessiveness in every thrust igniting a wildfire of desire within you. His movements were calculated yet wild, as if he was trying to claim you, body and soul.

While Swiss was all hard edges and fierce urgency, Copia’s lingering presence in the room wrapped around you like a warm blanket, a reminder of the tender moments you shared. He watched with a predatory glint in his eye, appreciating the way you surrendered to Swiss’s control. The contrast heightened the experience, turning your body into a vessel for both men’s desires, each taking you in their own distinct way.

As Swiss thrust into you, the sensation of fullness mixed with a hint of danger made your heart race. You could feel Copia’s gaze on you, a mix of approval and raw lust that only fueled your arousal further. The dynamic between them swirled in your mind—one was the soft hand guiding you into ecstasy, while the other was the raging storm that left you breathless, wanting more. The combination of their contrasting styles left you spinning, the thrill of it all overwhelming as you gave in completely to their desires.

As their bodies moved in perfect harmony, you felt an overwhelming surge of pleasure course through you, a tidal wave crashing over you, pulling you under in its depths. Each thrust became a rhythmic pulse, a sweet torment that pushed you closer to the precipice of ecstasy. The air was thick with tension, each breath a mix of anticipation and desire, heightening your senses to an almost unbearable degree.

With every deep, deliberate movement, your surroundings blurred into oblivion until all that existed was the intoxicating heat of their desires entwined with yours. You could feel the intensity of Copia’s firm grip on your hips, guiding you deeper onto Swiss’s hardness. It was a dizzying sensation, each thrust sending shivers down your spine and igniting every nerve ending.

As you neared the edge, your body ached with urgency, instinctively arching towards them, seeking more. Swiss’s gaze locked onto yours, filled with a primal hunger that ignited a fire deep within you. You felt his hands guiding you, steady yet possessive, as he took control, thrusting with an unrelenting rhythm that made you gasp, each thrust blending pleasure with the delicious edge of pain.

With every passing moment, it became clear that this was more than just physical—there was an unspoken bond forming in the heat of the moment, a shared understanding of desire and surrender. The world outside faded, leaving you suspended in a blissful haze as their bodies moved together in perfect synchronization.

As the tension built to a crescendo, you could feel your own release building, swelling within you like a storm ready to break. You surrendered completely, the sensations overwhelming, as you felt both of them push you over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, engulfing you in an intoxicating warmth as you surrendered to the moment.

In that climactic moment, Swiss let out a deep groan, his body tensing as he found his release, filling you with warmth that mingled with your own. His cum spilled onto your tongue, the salty taste coating your mouth as his grip tightened, forcing you as far down onto his shaft as you would go. Breathing wasn’t much of an option here, but it certainly heightened your own orgasm.

At the same time, you felt Copia’s movements quicken, his breath hitching as he reached his peak. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Such a good girl.” His cum filled your cunt, spilling out onto the floor with dull drips as he continued to thrust in and out, speed slowing down until he’d stopped altogether. He was breathless and panting, but still maintained the intensity of his grip on your hips even when he’d finished completely.

The heady mixture of their releases enveloped you, leaving you breathless and dazed, the raw intensity of the experience still coursing through your veins. As you lay there between them, the world outside faded into obscurity, replaced by the lingering warmth and satisfaction radiating from their bodies.

You glanced at their faces, and what you saw reflected back was not just satisfaction but a deeper understanding—a connection forged in this moment of shared vulnerability and ecstasy. It left you questioning what lay ahead, the dynamics of your relationships suddenly more intricate and thrilling than before. Would this fleeting experience evolve into something deeper, or had you opened the door to a world of possibilities you never dared to explore?

In the aftermath, silence enveloped the room, thick with unspoken words, a fragile tension hanging in the air. The lingering scent of sweat and desire hung heavy, and in that moment, you couldn’t help but wonder what new paths awaited you all, ready to be explored in the aftermath of this electrifying encounter. You couldn’t keep yourself upright anymore, too weak and powerless, you flopped down onto the floor and tried to gather and compose yourself.

As the waves of pleasure receded, both Swiss and Copia instinctively shifted from raw desire to a deeper, more tender concern. Their expressions softened, mirroring the shift in atmosphere from the frenzy of passion to the intimate aftermath of connection.

Copia knelt beside you, his fingers gently brushing the hair away from your damp forehead. “Hey, tesoro,” he murmured, his voice now a soothing balm. “You did so well, really. I’m sorry if we were too rough. We didn’t mean to push you beyond your limits.”

Swiss leaned closer, his presence warm and reassuring as he reached out to touch your arm. “You were incredible,” he said, his tone laced with sincerity. “I hope you know that. Let us take care of you now; you deserve that.”

With utmost care, they helped you to your feet, their hands steady and supportive. Copia fetched a warm, damp cloth, the softness of the fabric a stark contrast to the intensity that had just passed. Swiss, with his gentle demeanor, offered you a glass of cool water, watching you with a mixture of admiration and concern.

As they began to clean you up, their touches were meticulous, their movements tender and reassuring. Copia’s hands glided over your skin as he wiped away the remnants of the evening, each stroke accompanied by a soft murmur of encouragement. “You’re so strong,” he said softly, his gaze steady and filled with warmth. “I hope you truly know that.” By this point, his trousers were back on his body, and he was decent enough should someone walk in - despite you still being as naked as the day you were born.

Swiss knelt beside you, his eyes brimming with tenderness. “You deserve to be treated like this,” he added, his voice low and comforting. “We never want to make you feel anything less than cherished. You are everything to us.”

Once you were cleaned up and your habit had been put back on (or rather, what was left of it), they each took a side, wrapping their arms around you in a cocoon of warmth. Copia pulled you close, holding you against his chest, where you could hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat, a reassuring reminder of the safety you found in his embrace. Swiss tucked you under his arm, his touch a gentle anchor as he rested his chin atop your head.

The three of you lingered in that moment, a quiet intimacy enveloping you like a soft blanket. You felt cherished, loved, and safe, surrounded by their protective presence. The world outside faded, leaving only the comfort of their warmth and the soothing rhythm of their breaths.

“I’m sorry for surprising you like this and not talking to you about it first,” Copia said, gently rocking you from side to side. “I thought you’d appreciate being kept in the dark about it.”

You looked up at Copia, your heart still racing from the whirlwind of emotions and sensations. “I—I appreciate the thought, Papa,” you reply softly, your voice a mix of vulnerability and understanding. “But I wish you had talked to me first. It was a lot to take in all at once.” You bit your lip, searching his eyes. “I want to be a part of this, but I need to feel like I have a say in it, too.”

“Of course, tesoro. It won’t happen again without your express permission.”

“Maybe,” Swiss began, “next time we can all plan it together but surprise you with the timing?”

You nodded, considering Swiss’s suggestion. “I like that idea,” you responded, a small smile forming. “Being surprised can be exciting, but I want to feel safe and involved in the planning. I think it would make the experience even better.” You glanced between them, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Just knowing that you both care about how I feel means a lot.” Your heart swelled with gratitude, appreciating their willingness to adapt and include you in the process.

Swiss kissed you on the forehead.

“Though saying all that,” you continued, “I thoroughly enjoyed it… even before I knew this was a scene - there was something about feeling scared again that made me even wetter than usual.”

Copia, “I could tell.” He chuckled and rubbed his hand up and down your back.

“Maybe next time, you both could be rougher? Scarier?”

Swiss smiled, “Oh, I definitely have an idea about that.”

Translations:

Vieni qui = Come here.

Brava ragazza = good girl.

Sathanas, sei perfetto = Satan, you’re perfect.

Proprio così = Just like that.

Sei così cazzo stretta = You’re so fucking tight.

Dimmi = Tell me.

Puttana = Whore.

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[lemonpepperseed]

A LIST OF SLUTTY THINGS I WANT TO DO WITH CIRRUS, SODO, AND SWISS BECAUSE THEY LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT FREE —- MINORS DNI 18+ —-<3

@randomfandomdreaming as your roommate I’m not only making you read this but you’re also gonna do your own version <3 love yah lol

Cirrus

-god damn-

-Mommy??? Yes. No sorry needed. She is THE mommy

-I want this woman to call me a good girl while she takes a seat on my face

-The things this woman could do to me

-ST E P O N M E

-A strap on longer than Papa’s seven inches of satanic panic- PLEASE

-I want her to hit me. Spit on me. Whatever she sees fit, fuck it lol

-lord satan have mercy

-I wanna be under this queen-

-give her head while she’s practicing <3

-I don’t think she should complain if you called her mommy

-I feel like she may be a switch though Frfr

-I wouldn’t mind her calling me mommy either

-i bet she’d sound cute-

-customized fun toys lol

Sodo

-where do I begin..

-this man..

-H A N D S

-THE daddy of the daddies

-hail satan sure but what about sodo??

-this man could make me nut without touching me I swear

-I think his hand would make a great necklace

-I want this man to fuck me everywhere on everything

-idc

-this man could nut in me and I don’t think I would complain

-the only man I’d let put their dick near my face Frfr

-I bet the after care is AMAZING

-He’s ROUGH in bed and no one will change my mind

-I’m 4’10, imma make the short king feel like a giant in one way or another

-please fuck me stupid. P L E A S E

-I wonder if he has a thing for biting. Satan I hope so.

Swiss

-bondage.

-I don’t need to explain. Just bondage

-he KNOWS what he’s doing

-this man will turn you into a pillow princess

-mans can smack my ass and I’d ask him to do it again lol

-he could spit in my face and I would say thank you with no hesitation

-he’s feral.

-the dumb ones fuck the hardest (I say this with love)

-mans would rip his mask off to make out with you easier, I mean for satans sake, he broke his mask while fucking his guitar on stage

-give him head while he stands on his platform of shame

-I want this man to take a chapter out of sodo’s book and finger pain on me with his cu-

[sink-me-in-your-ocean]

𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 II

How would the Ghouls & Copia manhandle you when you’re being naughty?

Prompt by the illustrious @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus

NSFW/Suggestive below the cut.

Copia:

At first, he doesn’t realize why you’re doing what you’re doing

But then he puts the pieces together, and it makes his hands twitch

He makes you lay across his knees, never needing to ask more than once

He’s going to spank you with his gloved hands

He makes you count each one

“How many was that?”

“Five.” 

“You’re not counting properly, either that or you’re lying intentionally. I have no idea why you’d do such a thing.”

“I’d never say less with the intention of you giving me more on purpose.”

“I’m beginning to think these punishments aren’t working on you anymore, amore. Let’s try something else...”

-

Swiss:

Won’t hesitate to put you on a leash when you step out of line

When a leash won’t work he’ll resort to other methods

Ties. You. Down.

He will step back to admire his handiwork on you, after a moment of staring he forgets your transgressions because of how good you look tied up

He’s lost in the sauce

“Sweet fucking hells, you’ve never looked better.”

The gag in your mouth keeps you from speaking.

“Remind me, what were you doing that was so bad earlier?”

“Hrmph - ” The sound was muffled.

“Shhh, don’t talk with your mouth full. Now just stay right there.”

-

Phantom:

When you act up, it flips a switch in his brain

Picks you up with ease from the side, lifting you bridal style into his arms

The tightness of his grip on you speaks volumes to his possessiveness 

He scans for an unoccupied room, hells, even a dark corner to take you

He needs you immediately and he knows you need him just as badly

“Oh you’ve done it now, you’ve got my attention, so let’s go.”

“Phantom, slow down!”

“No. You fired me up now you can bring me back down.” He sets you down once you’re behind closed doors. “On your fucking knees.”

You kneel in front of him, eager to please him after misbehaving.

“Oh fuck, yes, such a good girl, just like that.”

-

Dewdrop/Sodo:

Misbehaving is a broad term to this ghoul, in fact, he likes when you’re naughty

Except when you give any attention to his brothers

Now that is a sure-fire way to pour gasoline on his flames

He comes up behind you when you least expect it (see where this is going?)

His long fingers wrap around your throat, pressing intentionally on your arteries, your head swooning in seconds

“Don’t go all limp on me yet.”

“But, Dew -” you whimper.

“Come on, you know exactly what you do to me. It was intentional, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now I’m going to be very intentional with you. I’m not letting you out of my sight the rest of the night.”

-

Rain:

He has infinite patience, at least until you vex him

And boy howdy, once you’ve crossed that bridge you’d better be prepared

There’s a determined look in his eye as he stalks towards you

He grabs your wrist, and even if you try to pull away, it’s impossible, his grip strength is too much

He drags you with him through the nearest corridor to a quiet space

“You’re going to be nice and quiet now for me.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then I’ll make you.”

His hand clamps over your lips shockingly fast, leaving you a thin line to breathe from your nose.

“I love seeing you get a taste of your own medicine. Don’t like it when I match your energy? Don’t misbehave.”

-

Mountain:

Sits and watches stoically as you make a fool out of yourself 

Doesn’t need to say anything

Doesn’t need to do anything, but he does

He easily scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder

He could spank you from here, but he prefers his partner underneath him (If you know what I mean)

“You do have to do all of that to get my attention, you know.” He plops you on his bed, climbing on top of you.

“I know, but maybe I’m looking for bad attention.”

“Yeah?”

You whine and writhe underneath him as he smacks (not hard) the thickness of your outer thigh.

“That’s what you want? Just ask next time, little villainess.”

-

Just da bois this time, but if you’d like me to include the ghoulettes pls just comment, I’m happy to oblige a fellow ghoulette lover! ( *︾▽︾)

Ghoulette Version Here!

[sajajhsbz]

Jealous

Pairing: Sodo Ghoul x reader

summary: Since you joined the band, Sodo has been hostile towards you, but you would have never guessed the reason was jealousy...

warnings: Smut| fingering, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, choking, and spanking.

"it's not my fault y/n can't play fucking right"

"I can't play? Please Sodo you got half the fucking song wrong"

"fuck you"

"you wish"

"ok ok ok" Copia intervened "Let's all calm down a moment and take a break, alright? Sodo" He nodded to him "Go have a smoke"

A grumbled "fine" echoed off the rehearsal room as he walked off, slamming the door behind him.

"god he's such a fucking drama queen" you sighed, having a sip of your water as you sat down between Phantom and Swiss.

"he always has to shout- and always at me! I honestly don't get what I've done to make him hate me so much"

They exchanged a look, a smirk playing on their lips.

"I don't think he hates you, sweetheart"

you snorted " 'sure looks like it"

"I think it's actually quite the opposite"

"What, that he wants to fuck me?" you asked, rolling your eyes "You all do, you perverts" you teased "And if that's the case, yelling won't get him anywhere"

they chuckled "We know baby, but you know how he is..."

"yeah, an asshole"

just then the door opened, Sodo's still clearly tense figure emerging from it.

"yeah" somebody whispered in response, but you were focused on him.

Copia asked him something, but his eyes set on Swiss's hand you hadn't even noticed was placed on your thigh.

He emitted a grunt that spurt of jealousy to answer Copia, and your eyes met for just a moment.

You definitely took note of that.

__ __ __

Only you, Phantom, and Sodo were left in the rehearsal room, as always the ones taking the longest.

You laughed at a funny remark Phantom made and slapped his shoulder playfully as you finished packing your stuff.

"oh I almost forgot" you recalled "Here is your pick," you said, fishing it out of your pocket to hand it to him.

"don't worry, keep it"

"Are you sure? Didn't you have this since you were young?"

"I did, but I want you to have it"

Your lips turned into that happy pout he adored

"thank you so much!" you smiled, throwing your arms around his neck in a tight hug.

He hesitantly hugged you back

"you were always my favorite" you whispered into his ear, sensing how he shivered under you

"thank you, handsome," you said again, kissing his cheek for a moment more than necessary before letting him go.

"n-no worries" he shook his head, poorly attempting at hiding his blushing cheeks.

He picked up his things as quickly as he could before rushing to the door.

"Uh-Uh, I-I'll see you later"

"bye handsome" you chuckled, watching him scurry to his room.

A loud sigh came from your right, and you caught Sodo rolling his eyes as you turned around

"oh don't worry you're handsome too" you teased, walking to him.

"You gave the poor kid a hard-on just for fun?"

"no, not just for fun, I'll take care of it later"

And there it was, that tick of his jaw as jealousy darkened his eyes.

"what, you're jealous?"

He avoided your gaze, pretending to be busy with his guitar's chords.

"you can tell me if you are..."

"I'm not" he spat

"so you're saying you haven't thought about me that way? that you haven't fucked your fist just last night imagining it was me?" you mocked, a sly smirk playing on your lips "We have really thin walls y'know?"

"fuck off"

You let out a dramatic sigh "Fine, then I guess I'll go keep Phantom some company since you seem to have a stick up your ass" you said, walking to the door, but before you could reach it, his hand grabbed your wrist, turning you around.

"I knew it" you grinned, as he stared right into your soul with his frozen eyes.

"shut up"

you smirked, ghosting his mouth, "Make me"

And at that, he'd had enough.

he crashed his mouth with yours, devouring you as if you were a fucking meal and him a starved man.

His tongue moved into your mouth, exploring all you had to offer as his hand gripped and groped like it was their duty.

He slammed you against the door, making you wince as your head hit the hardwood, he couldn't have cared less as he finally got a taste of what he'd been dreaming about for a whole year.

He didn't know why he had refrained for so long. He hated himself for wanting you this much, and all that hate was oftentimes wrongly pointed at you.

You let out a quiet whimper as he started sucking on your neck, your hand going straight to his long hair.

"see now, it wasn't so hard" you mocked him in between breaths "You could have told me earlier that this was all you wanted"

"I thought I'd told you to shut up"

You chuckled "you did"

"God you're such a fucking brat" his hold on your waist tightened "I think you need something to keep that mouth busy" he smirked "and as much as I'd like to see you kneel before me, I don't think you've earned my cock just yet" he taunted you, seeing the way your eyes had sparked at the proposal.

His hand traveled up your body until two of his long fingers reached your bottom lip.

"Be a good girl and show me how good you'd suck my dick"

You wasted no time taking them in your mouth, closing your eyes as you pretended it was his cock.

He groaned at the sight "Just like that-" he said, pumping his fingers in and out of your mouth as saliva pulled from your puffy lips.

You hadn't even noticed his other hand sneaking beneath your skirt, until you felt his thumb press to your clothed core

Your eyes snapped open as a muffled gasp attempted to flee your throat

"Yeah, I like you much better when you can't talk" he nodded, looking proud of himself.

"don't you even think about stopping" he growled, eyeing your lips as his fingers found their way inside your panties "if you do, so do I" he threatened, gathering some of your slick on his middle and ring finger and teasing your entrance with them

You moaned, but didn't need to be told twice as you resumed bobbing your head to suck on his digits.

"that's a good girl" he smirked in approval as he pushed his fingers inside of you, leaving you breathless.

"so wet for me" he murmured, kissing your neck as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling them just to the right spot "Such a good slut"

Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head with every movement of his skilled fingers, but you still tried to focus on your task, although his sucking on your neck really didn't help.

"aw, you're already coming aren't you" he cooed, feeling you tighten around him "poor baby" he continued, raising his head to look at you.

"you think you deserve to cum?" he asked, fastening his pace and causing your knees to buckle.

You eagerly nodded, giving him your best doe eyes

Yes I do, please,is what you would have said, if your mouth hadn't been so busy at the moment.

"yes? That's what you think?"

you nodded again

"We'll I don't" his movements cruelly came to a stop "all that teasing... that's not what good girls do now, do they?" he asked, his fingers leaving both your cunt and mouth.

"please" you begged, eyes suddenly teary

he chuckled "That's a sight I thought I'd never see, you begging me"

You wanted to punch him, but god, did you also want to come.

"please sodo" you prayed, bringing your hands to the tent in his pants "please" you breathed

"oh is that what you want? My cock?"

you nodded

"how come you don't use that mouth of yours when you should?"

"yes, sorry, yes, please fuck me"

"I don't know..." he taunted, but this time, you were ready to fight back.

"I know you want to" you spoke sultrily, slowly getting rid of your shirt "I know you've been dreaming about it since I first joined the band" You unhooked your bra and let it fall to your feet before slowly starting to stoke his erection "I know yo-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as he had gripped your hair, forcing your head up to look at him.

"You really are a fucking brat y'know" he grunted, suddenly turning you so that your head was pressed against the door "can't keep that mouth of yours shut for the life of you" he growled, as he undid his zipper.

His hand on your head traveled to the back of your neck, keeping you still, as his other hand gripped his cock and positioned it at your entrance.

"I'll see how you do with my cock deep inside you" he smirked, pushing into you without any warning.

"fuck" you screamed at the stretch. As much as he had gotten you ready, it still hurt deliciously.

" 'S too big for you?" he taunted, rolling his hips "I thought more of you sweetheart"

"shut up" you moaned, "just-please fucking move"

"don't have to ask twice" he snickered, as he started fucking you at a brutal pace.

"f-fuck- 'feels so-so good" you cried out, letting him use you like a doll.

You could feel him everywhere

"Yeah? Phantom makes you cry like this too, Swiss, any of the others?"

"So jealous..." you smiled, watching him from the corner of your eye.

He grunted as he slapped your ass in response "You really just can't help it, can you?" he asked, the hand on the back of your neck moving to the front of it and squeezing it tight.

A fire spread over your body, as a wave of pleasure took over you.

"look at you" he mocked "Finally fucking quiet" he murmured, bending down to whisper in your ear as his thrust didn't give signs of slowing "and all it took was my cock in your pussy and my hand around your throat" he bit your earlobe, making you cry out even louder "If I'd known, I would have done this a long time ago. Would have saved me so many headaches..."

And once again, the urge to punch him was overtaken by the need to come.

You were a mess. The only sound your throat could make were shameless moans as he pounded into you like it was his life-long duty to split you in fucking half.

"Such a good little slut for m-

A knock at the door distracted the both of you, but he didn't stop whatsoever.

"I FORGOT MY PHONE IN THERE!"

It was Swiss

"WE'RE BUSY!" Sodo yelled back, starting to fuck you harder again

"YEAH, I CAN HEAR. BUT I REALLY NEED IT"

A loud moan climbed your throat as Sodo's thumb found your clit.

You had a suspicion that was exactly his goal.

"GO THE FUCK AWAY"

"MAN C'MON I'M HAPPY YOU FINALLY FUCKED BUT I STILL NEED MY FUCKING PHONE"

You would have laughed if you hadn't been so cock drunk

"I SWEAR SWISS, IF YOU DON'T WALK AWAY RIGHT NOW I'M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU"

"FINE, BUT YOU OWE ME"

"WHATEVER, JUST GO!"

"I AM"

Your moans had gotten louder in the meantime, and your legs were shaking as your orgasm approached rapidly.

"Fuck- I can feel you squeezing me sweetheart" he groaned "you wanna cum?"

"Please" was all you could muster

"scream my name as loud as you fucking can, ok?"

You nodded,

"good girl" he kept his pace "Good. fucking. girl"

And at that, a wildfire ignited in your body as your orgasm took over every inch of your being.

You quite literally screamed his name as you came, and just as you started to recover from the life-changing climax, you felt him still inside of you, as thick ropes of his come filled you up to the brim.

He pulled out of you and all you could do was smile as you turned to him.

"swiss is pissed"

"yeah well, I don't give a shit, I just had the best fuck of my life"

"you'll have to make it up to him"

"I have no idea how"

"I do"

"do tell"

And at that, you giggled, as you raised yourself on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear

"we should let him join next time"

[aestheticpearl]

— ‘you’ve got to press it on you.’

characters. dewdrop, rain, swiss, mountain, phantom

themes. SMUT

[warnings] smut, blood, biting, dacryphilia, size kink, corruption kink, light choking, mirror sex, spanking

[gender neutral reader]

ghoulettes

a/n: they’re ghouls, read at your own risk

➳ dewdrop

he def fucks with a PASSION

very accommodating

if you want to go slow, he’ll go slow

if you want it rough, he’ll be rough

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.

“fuck you’re squeezing me so tight.”

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[spookyghostjelly]

Midnight Hunt - Swiss x f!reader)

Warnings: MDNI 18+, 2,5k words, I'm back with more smut, and yes it's some more ghoul in heat, pnv sex, cnc, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, a little predator/prey play, feral Swiss is a little possessive, public sex, oral sex, fingering, size kink, i think that's it?

You stifle a yawn as you make your way back to your room. It's terribly late and not a soul can be seen in the abbey's corridors, the silence a refreshing change to the usual hustle and bustle going on in the day. Finishing these translations so late was not your objective, but now that you were here, you took this time alone to relax and absorb the calmness emanating from the abbey's walls in the middle of the night. You let your stress from the day's work escape as you mindlessly walk the stone pathways. A sudden noise has you stopping in your tracks however. It was very faint but the silence allowed you to hear it clearly: a shuffle of feet on the stone floors, coming from somewhere behind you.

Who could still be up at this hour? You turn, only to find the space empty. Your head cocks slightly in confusion. Only Copia had the habit of wandering the halls near the library at night -and you obviously- but if it was indeed him, why would he not call out to you, and even disappear on you? Your mind must have played tricks on you, you guess, it was late and you were tired after all. Just as you turn to resume your walk however, you nearly jump out of your skin as a ghoul enters your sight, standing just a few feets away from you. You chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief, the ghouls weren't an unusual sight around here after all. The ghoul in front of you does not react however and as you look more attentively at him, you notice the way his chest is rising and falling heavily, and how his gaze on you does not hold the playful glint they usually did. No, his eyes are dark, fixed upon you, carefully eyeing your every movement. His body is taut, as if ready to jump at any moment.

"Swiss? Is everything ok?" You call out hesitantly to the ghoul.

No answer comes. Instead, his head cocks to the side as he takes a step towards you, and you instinctively take a step back, causing his eyes to narrow slightly. Suddenly the realization strikes you: the ghouls should be locked in their den right now, it was right around the time where they'd be getting into heat… how the hell did he manage to slip through? You silently curse as a spike of fear runs through you, your breath catching. His nostrils flare and his lips spread into a wide sinister smile, fangs glinting in the faint light of the wall sconces. He takes another step forward, and you backwards.

"Swiss, you shouldn't be here." You try to make your voice as firm as possible even though you know it's useless, he can smell the fear emanating from you.

"You should run little rabbit, fucking run while you can." 

His voice is so low, nearly a growl, and it sends shivers running through you. You know he's taunting you, running will only feed into his animalistic urge, but a spike of adrenaline has you instantly taking off running despite your brain knowing it was best not to. You curse the fact that you are still so far from your room and the sibling's dormitories. Running through the unending stone corridors towards the living quarters was pretty much your only option now; however, no way you could go through the main doors and lose him in the forest, he'd get to you in seconds. Your chances were already low as is… So you just focus on running towards your room, trying your best not to look back. You can hear him further behind you and you just know he's not going full speed. He's toying with you, that asshole. You take as many turns and secret passages as you can, trying to keep your frantic breath as silent as possible, even if you know he knows the abbey and its secrets just as well as you do, if not more. You feel like you've been running for hours, sweat beading at your temples and running down your cheeks, and for a moment, the silence around you makes you think you've actually managed to lose him somehow. But just as you're about to turn to look back, you feel a hand grab at your shirt's collar, claws tearing into the fabric. Despite your best efforts, it slows you down, throwing you off balance and of course he takes this advantage to jump towards you with a low growl. You somehow manage to dodge him however, both of you landing face first on the floor. You try to scramble back to your feet but a hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you back down with a loud cry. You curse loudly as you try to kick him off, but of course he easily manages to get you immobilized, face down under him. Swiss towers over you at the best of times so there was no way you could even try and fight him off, especially not with your muscles being this tired. He's currently sitting on you, a hand restraining both of yours in your back. You feel him leaning down, brushing your hair away as he presses his nose to the nape of your neck, inhaling deeply. He curses softly.

"You wouldn't believe how long I've been waiting for this rabbit" he growls, his fangs brushing against your skin as he nuzzles your neck. "Now that I finally have you under me, no way I'm letting you go."

You absolutely hate the shivers that run through you at the low rumble of his voice, your own body betraying you. He chuckles darkly.

"Unleash me Swiss" you try to sound calm, nearly bored, anything to hide the fear. "You can't be doing this, you could be sent back to the pits." 

He hums as he inhales your scent once more.

"If it means I get to taste you, I'm ready to take the risk, love." 

You whimper loudly when he tears your shirt open the rest of the way, your bra along with it. He pushes the offending fabric aside and the tip of his nose trails along the expanse of your shoulders, his lips brushing so lightly, it sends shivers down your spine. Swiss purrs as his tongue suddenly licks a fiery trail up the column of your neck. His free hand then goes to grip your hair and he bucks into you harshly with a loud whine. The way his bulge presses against your ass makes your stomach clench with a sudden need that scares you. His lips make their way to your cheek, just at the corner of your lips.

"Fuck, I need you (y/n), I'm going to take you, make you mine." He mumbles against your skin as he bucks once more.

"Please Swiss", you plead and you're not even sure what for anymore. 

"Yes rabbit I'm here, I'll take real good care of you."

Before you can even comprehend his words, he flips you on your back, a surprised squeak leaving your lips. A wide feral grin is spread across his lips as he spreads your legs around him, his hands going to his pants, unzipping and pulling them down with his underwear in record time. You can't help but stare at his now freed length, Swiss was nearly dwarfing you in size but for some reason you did not expect him to be this big. A spike of fear courses through you at the sight, he can't possibly fit can he? You finally look up to see his dark eyes and the way they are glued to your face, drinking in every single one of your reactions. He goes to grab the hem of your skirt, lifting, but you then try to squirm out of his grasp, your hands grabbing his wrists in a vain attempt to push him away. 

"Swiss we can't do this here, we'll get caught-"

"Let them see, rabbit. You're mine now, let 'em see who exactly you belong to."

He then quickly leans down, sucking a nipple between his lips, fangs grazing just barely at the skin and you gasp loudly. You can't stop your hands from gripping at the back of his head harshly and he whines against your skin, taking this moment to lift your skirt the whole way up. His mouth latches to the other nipple and you yelp when he tears your panties away from you, his fingers quickly finding your folds. You barely notice the way his eyes roll at the back of his skull and he releases your abused nipple with a pop.

"Ah fuck, rabbit, you're dripping." 

You know you shouldn't be enjoying this, and part of you was still a little worried about the whole situation, but a bigger part was now calling out to him, like your body had been actually yearning for him this whole time. His mouth begins slowly traveling down your body, until it finally levels with your core. His gaze lands on yours as he licks a long, slow stripe along your folds. You can't stop the loud moan that escapes your throat as you throw your head back. He repeats the motion, purring at the way your body arches off the floor, and up into his mouth. He is languid and slow at first, but his own desperation quickly wins over as he eats you out like a starved man, his moans growing nearly as loud as yours. You feel the coil within your stomach winding tighter and tighter and when he suddenly shoves two fingers in you, it snaps harshly, a loud wail leaving your lips as you come harder than you've ever came before. You feel him growl against you as he laps hungrily at your juices. It takes a few moments for you to come down from your high, and all the while, he keeps pumping his fingers slowly in and out of you until your thighs are shaking from overstimulation.

"Such a good rabbit for me" he purrs.

You know you're a complete mess by now, but as you look back up at him, you notice he doesn't seem to be doing much better, panting harshly and palming at himself over you. His lips crash onto yours, his kiss desperate and terribly needy, barely leaving room for you to breathe in between. You're so focused on his tongue lapping against yours that you don't even notice how he has lined himself up with your entrance until he shoved himself inside you to the hilt, in one swift motion. He swallows the scream that leaves your lips as he tries his best to remain still at first. He's so big, it feels as though you're stretched beyond what you thought was possible. The way he presses up all the way to your cervix is slightly painful at first, but it thankfully subsides quickly, leaving you squirming under him. His jaw clenches as he tries to keep some amount of control over himself, but you see the way he is nearly shaking.

"S-Swiss, fuck-" you stutter and gasp, your mind unable to conjure more words.

"You're doing so good baby, you're taking me so well, 'm gonna stuff you so full, stuff you 'till you grow round with my kits" he's rambling half coherently.

You struggle to breathe correctly as your hands find his back, nails leaving harsh red trails behind and he starts moving. You feel absolutely overwhelmed but in the most blissful way, it felt as though nothing would ever measure up to how he feels inside you right at this moment. You can't contain the loud cries that leave you even if you tried and he leans down to kiss you again, all teeth and tongue. His lips trail down your neck and his pace quickens, now pounding so hard into you, your mind goes totally blank. His hands are digging in your hips and you know will leave bruises but you can't bring yourself to care. Not when he's fucking up into you like this, like he needs it more than he needs air to breathe. He keeps rambling and mumbling incoherently against your skin, nipping and kissing in between.

"Fuck that's it rabbit, cum around me please, I know you can give me another one." 

His panting and whining are nearly enough to make you come right then, but then his fingers are making their way to your clit, rubbing tight and precise circles which has you coming undone nearly immediately. You come with a loud sob as you clench like a vice around him, a litany of curses the only thing your brain manages to get out. He doesn't stop moving however, even when tears run down your cheek, he keeps pounding violently, his pace growing erratic. His name leaves your lips on repeat as you cling to him for dear life, your whole body shaking and spasming uncontrollably.

"I'm gonna fill you up rabbit! Take it, take all of me, ah, fuck-" 

You feel his length twitch inside and just as he comes, his teeth sink in the soft flesh between your shoulder and neck. The sharp pain pulls another intense orgasm from you, a scream tearing itself from your throat, both from pain and pleasure. It takes a few moments for him to finally slow down before coming to a stop, his tongue now running soothingly across the wound he had created. You've never felt so full in your whole life, and at this point you wouldn't be surprised to find his cum leaking out of you for days following this. You both lay on the ground for a while, catching your breaths in silence, his hands running softly up and down your sides.

"Could you help me get back to my room please?" You ask after a while, your voice hoarse from all the screaming.

When he looks up at you, you notice his warm brown eyes have mostly gone back to normal, the darkness within them only faint now. He nods as he pulls out of you, making you wince.

"Let's go rabbit, let's put you to rest a bit before we go again"

You freeze as you look up at him, your wide eyes nearly horrified. What did he mean? 

"What? You think we were done? I told you rabbit, you're mine now and I'm not stopping 'till every single person in this abbey knows it." 

[pitchsidestories]

midnight reign II Ana Maria Crnogorčević x Reader

masterlist I word count: 976

a/n: thank you anon for sending this request we hope you all enjoy it.<3

warnings: 18+ smut

The rain has padded down rhythmically on the rooftop of your new home in Seattle.

You still needed to adjust to your new life in the US, but when your fiancée got the chance to play here you couldn’t not support it especially not when the Euros next year would be in her home country Switzerland.

The outside noise helped to calm your unruly soul and focus on the book in your hands until you heard the front door open.

“Amor, I’m home, where are you?”, Ana Maria announced cheerfully.

“In the living room.”, you replied smiling. After all the years together it still excited you when she returned from a football game. There was a happiness in the footballer’s voice now which you had missed in Madrid.

“Hi.”, she greeted you still a little breathless, her blonde hair slightly wet and curly from the rain, the Swiss woman looked beautiful against the warm glow of the lamps.

“Hey, great debut.”, you told her warmly but didn’t look up from your read much to the frustration of your fiancée.

“Thanks. It was really fun. I only wish I would have scored but the ball just never came right to me.”, Ana Maria admitted as she let herself fall right next to you on the dark green sofa.

“You’ll score in time you always do.”, you tried to encourage her, as your free hand absent mindedly stroke through her hair while your eyes were set on your currently reading.

“Yes, I’m sure. I just can’t wait to finally score for the reigns.”, the blonde confessed moving her head to rest it on your chest.

“I understand that.”, you whispered empathetically. With an amused twinkle in your fiancée’s eyes, she took the book away from you.

“Hey, I was reading that!”, you protested laughing trying to get it back.

 “You’re not even listening to me.”, Ana Maria shook her head firmly.

“I’m listening to you, but the romance was just getting spicy!”, you defended yourself.

“Spicy, huh?”, the footballer smirked.

“And very dramatic as well.”, you added with a wink.

“How about I’ll show you spicy?”, she asked you in a conspiratorial tone.

“You mean spicy in a non-fiction kind of way.”, you returned her question innocently.

“Exactly that.”, the older woman nodded in satisfaction. Finally, Ana Maria had your whole attention, which was what she graved all evening. The adrenaline of the first few minutes back on the pitch was still pulsing through her veins.  

“I’m coming.”, you declared.

“Good because I hate waiting almost as much as being ignored.”

“I know I was in Madrid when both things happened to you.”, you remembered with a pinch of sadness.

The spicy romance book slipped away from the forwards hands and landed softly on the floor.

“Okay, time to shut you up.”, she decided determined.

Her gaze was trained on you, almost predatory. This was enough to make the throbbing between your legs start.

“Glad to see you’re back.“, you teased.

“Now come here.“, Ana whispered, her voice raspy as she moved closer to you.

You back pressed against the armrest of the sofa. You grinned at her: “Is that the moment where you’re stopping me from talking any further?”

The impatience took over, you finally wanted to feel Anas lips on yours, her hands on your body.

Ana nodded slowly: “Absolutely.“

And suddenly you got what you wanted. She pressed her lips on your mouth, hard and hungry.

You slightly parted your lips, making space for her tongue.

Simultaneously, you wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her in until she was almost on top of you. You could feel the heat your girlfriends body radiated through your clothes. If your tongue wasn’t so busy, you would make a joke about her hotness.

Ana started to press her thigh between your legs, grinding and moving against you. You moaned into the kiss. You could feel yourself getting wet from her rhythmic movement but it wasn’t enough. It left you longing for more.

Your girlfriend could apparently feel your desperation. She stopped and moved off of you.

Licking her lips, she pushed your shirt upwards. Her hands lingered on your naked skin, her thumbs rubbing across the smooth surface of your waist, sending a shiver down your spine.

Finally, she pulled down your pants. Her head disappeared between your thighs as she provided some sweet relief with her tongue.

The thumb of one hand continued to rub small circles against your clitoris, the other laid on your thing, her gold rings digging into your skin.

You closed your eyes, letting the wave of arousal and excitement wash over you. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer and closer. Until you finally reached the climax.

A moan of relief escaped your lips as endorphins started to flood your body and you melted right in to Anas arms. You tried to train your eyes on her through the blissful haze.

Ana flashed you a victorious smile and admired her work. You loved everything about it, from the way strands of hair clung to her forehead to her now slightly puffy pink lips. Just looking at her, you immediately wanted to return the favour.

You removed the last of your clothes and got up from the sofa. Your girlfriend watched you with curious eyes and a smirk, she knew what would be coming next.

You stood in front of her, fully undressed, and leaned down to kiss her while she was still seated on the sofa.

Her hands ran down the natural curves of your body, blue eyes looking up at you with desire.

With one swift movement, you took her hands in yours and pulled her up before directing her towards the bedroom.

Your book laid forgotten on the floor. Who needed fiction when your girlfriend was right there?

[xximperioxx]

Call It What You Want

Phantom Ghoul x GN! Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: a lil spicy (I couldn’t help myself)

Note: ITS BEEN SO LONG IM SO SORRY. Seeing ghost on Saturday really got me in the mood to write again. For my man phantom. I listened to Call It What You Want by Taylor Swift while writing this. I’m a bit rusty since it’s been a bit so I apologize in advance but please enjoy 🖤🖤

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You sat by yourself in the cafeteria with a book in your hand and a coffee in the other. It was one of those cheesy smutty-romance novels you couldn’t help but love. Maybe it was because you are in a desperate need of some romance yourself after your last relationship went downhill or maybe it was a great distraction. All of your so-called friends took his side of the breakup and left you in the dust. You couldn’t help but feel lonely sometimes but books were a saving grace.

Your face remained stoic as you read, getting lost in the words in front of you.

His fingers trace the shape of her body as her breath hitches. Stopping at the edge of her panties and gives her a smirk before he brings his mouth close and brings the fabric down with his teeth. She lets out a breathy moan as she feels his teeth grazing against her ski-

“Whatcha reading?”

A shriek escapes your lips and the book falls into your lap. You quickly cover your mouth at the noise you made. Heat radiates off your cheeks as you look up and see a ghoul. Your reflection staring back at you in the goggles of his mask.

You gape at him for a minute and remember he said something. He stares back in an almost giddy manner Slowly bringing your hand down from your mouth, “W-what?”

He grins sheepishly, “Your book,” he nods to your lap, “I was wondering what you were reading.”

Your blush returns and you wave it off, “oh, just some silly little romance novel.”

His grin turns into a teasing smile, “Sureee, that’s why you dropped it so fast.”

“You scared me!” You try to defend yourself but fail as a small smile fights through. His grin grows bigger and so does yours.

“I’m (Y/N),”

He stares at your hand in front of him. He places his in yours and shakes it slowly.

“Phantom.”

Your eyes glance behind him to see his tail waving in excitement. “You’re the new ghoul Papa summoned for the band, right?”

He grows shy, “Y-yeah.”

You sense his uneasiness and give him a gentle smile, “Well, I’m excited to see you play.”

His face lights up, “Really?” You nod and he grows excited, “I have been practicing with Sodo and I’m getting really good!”

You check the time and your eyes widen as you realize you're late for a meeting with Primo. You stand up and grab your book and coffee. “I’m really sorry, I have a meeting wit-”

Phantom grabs your wrist to stop you, “Do you think maybe I can play for you sometime?”

You’re surprised. An invitation to hang out with someone? It’s been so long. You give him a happy nod.

He jumps up, “Great!”

You begin to walk away before you turn around and give the ghoul one last smile, “It was nice to meet you, Phantom!”

His tail begins to wave back and forth in excitement as he gives you a wave goodbye.

Sodo stands next to him, getting hit with Phantom’s tail. He gives a shove to his side, “Cut it out.”

“Sorry.” Phantom gives him a sheepish grin.

“We got to work on that.”

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You and Phantom continued to see each other after the first guitar session. He showed you tricks he was learning to play on tour, his solos, and even offered to show you how to play to which you politely declined.

He would meet you at the library when he wanted to see you. He would find a book to read and the two of you would curl up in chairs next to each other in the back of the library. Your heart fluttered the first time you had glanced over and saw him entranced by the book in his hand. His mask laying on the arm rest next to him, you got to study his features. How his hair slightly covers his face or how he bites his lip when he reads. You smiled to yourself and continued to read.

The following library visits turned to him picking out cheesy romance novels for you to read, purely judging by the covers, and you picking out some books for him. You both share a couch now and end up with his head in your lap.

You run your fingers through his hair, reading the page. Bringing your hand up, you turn the page and Phantom lets out a whine at the loss of contact.

You don’t notice, too busy with the words in front of you. Your fingernails gently scrape against his scalp. He lets out a choked moan. Yet again you don’t notice.

After a while you put your book down and glance down at the ghoul. You sigh, “You have such pretty hair. I hope you know that.”

A blush grows on his face but looks up at you steady eyes, “Yeah, well, you have such a pretty face. I hope you know that.”

Your laugh fills the quiet back section of the library.

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You were having a rough night. You had seen your ex and ex friends hanging out together and it triggered a panic attack.

You sat, hidden away in a back aisle of the library, with your knees to your chest. Keeping your head down, you count your breaths.

Footsteps approach you. They stop and the person sits down next to you.

Peaking, you see Phantom looking at you with a tilted head. You shake your head before hiding in your arms.

You hear him take off his mask and feel him nudge you.

Not getting anything from you, he pulls you into his side. He didn’t need to know what was wrong, he just wanted to be there. He began to trace shapes on your back.

After you have calmed down, you place your head on his shoulder. “Panic attacks suck.”

Phantom hums in agreement.

The two of you sat in silence for a while before you spoke up slowly, “Would you run away with me?”

It was quiet again. “Hypothetically,” you add.

He turns his head, “I would go to heaven and back with you.”

You stare at him with glistening eyes. You never wanted anyone more. You send Papa a quick ‘thank you’ in your mind for summoning this ghoul. You wanted nothing more than to lean in. Phantom smiles at you, “Hypothetically,” he adds.

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You and Phantom were the only ones in the practice room. You both sat on the couch as he practiced. He seemed off today but didn’t know how. He seemed extra twitchy. He brought up teaching you how to play again.

“Come on, (Y/N)!” He pleaded. He slid off the couch and onto his knees. He’s in front of you on his knees. You’re definitely mentally freaking out.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not good with my fingers,” You pretend to play as a joke, “See?”

He grabs your hands, “Yeah, but I am!” Your heartbeat quickens. Your mouth goes dry and you pray he doesn’t hear the thumping of your heart. He pleads again, “I can show you.”

You don’t even know what to say. Does he know what he’s doing to you right now? “I-..”

He slowly gets up, hovering over you. He licks his lips and whispers, “Please, (Y/N).”

He nuzzles his head against yours before your neck.

“You’re not talking about the guitar anymore, are you?” you breathed out shakily.

You feel him shake his head, “Please let me touch you,” he whines into your neck.

You’re so close to hyperventilating, you can barely hear what he said. He slides back down on his knees, his hands gripping your thighs as he looks back up with you with needy eyes.

You grab his face and lean down to kiss him. Another whine leaves his lips as you touch him. His skin almost burning to the touch.

The door suddenly opens and in comes Swiss and Sodo. You jump back embarrassed.

Phantom whips his head around to the other ghouls and growls. Your eyes widen at the sound.

“Well well well. What do we have here?” Swiss grins.

Sodo elbows Swiss hard in the stomach, “Calm down Phan, it’s okay.”

Quickly getting up, you apologize. You’re too embarrassed. You’re not sure what you’re apologizing for but it’s the only thing coming out of your mouth.

Grabbing your stuff, you head to the door, “I’m sorry,” you look at Phantom, “I’ll see you later, okay?”

He nods. Realization of what happened hits him and he feels just as embarrassed and guilty.

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When Papa announced they would be performing at the Abbey, you were unsure if you wanted to go. It had been a week since the practice room incident and you hadn’t seen Phantom since.

Your thoughts have been too loud since. Maybe you offended him somehow or maybe he didn’t like you anymore. You’d gone to the library everyday in hopes he’d show up. Maybe you’ve read too many romance novels to still have your hopes up.

It was the night of the ritual and Siblings around you were buzzing with excitement. It had been a while since Papa performed for the Abbey and would be the first time the two new ghouls were to be performing on stage. Primo had essentially threatened you to come after you mentioned you were unsure. Needless to say, the old man can be intimidating.

The room is crowded and you make your way to the back of the room. You keep your head low, not particularly in the mood to see your ex and ex friends.

You felt anxious enough. Not only for seeing Phantom but you were nervous for him performing. He’s practiced so hard the past few months. You only hoped the siblings loved him on stage as much as you do.

The lights dim and screams erupt as Papa and his ghouls emerge on stage. You see him. Your anxiety disappearing as he begins to play Kaisarion.

You cover your mouth to hide your smile. He’s doing amazing. He displays such confidence you haven’t seen in him yet. He looks like a daydream. Your daydream.

Throughout the concert, he has become a favorite with the siblings as he blows kisses to the crowd and shows off his tricks like playing the guitar under his leg. Copying Sodo as he performs to the crowd.

You were unsure if he had seen you as the ritual nears its end. But Phantom had seen you as soon as he came out on stage. A light shined on you and he nearly tripped over himself. He knew if he stared at you, he’d get distracted and mess up the song.

The ritual ends with Square Hammer. The crowd singing loudly, nearing screaming the lyrics. With the final note, Papa thanks everyone for joining them. You cheer loudly with your heart full of pride. You need to tell him.

Phantom puts his guitar down before jumping off the stage. He has his head down as he makes his way through the crowd. He didn’t want to waste another moment without you.

He lifts his head up seeing you, you give him a small smile and little wave. He reaches you, pulling down his balaclava that was covering his mouth.

“I’m sorr-” he shuts you up by pulling you into a kiss.

You’re in shock for a moment before placing your hands on his and kissing his back.

Slowly pulling away with a smile, you both catch your breath. Your hands find the bottom of his mask, taking it off before pulling him into another kiss.

For the first time in your life, you didn’t care what anyone thought of you.

He pulls away first and looks down at you, “Hi.”

You grin, still holding his hands, “Hi.”

Giving his hand a squeeze, “You were amazing. I’m so proud of you,” you emphasized.

His hands caress your face, “I’m so in love with you,” he confesses.

You beam, “I’m so in love with you.”

The two of you walk out, his calloused hand in yours.

“So was that like a scene in one of your romance books?” He teases.

“Even better.” You cuddle into him.

“We can recreate the other scenes later.”

Your laugh echoes in the hall.

[ghostedghouls]

caught

✢ you get lost in the woods. A certain ghoul finds you and takes what he craves.

✢ pairing: Swiss x reader (f)

✢ genre: smut

✢ warnings: CNC, breeding kink, primal play, creampie, knotting, rough, biting, blood, hunting, dirty talk, dry humping, almost no foreplay, 1 spank, aftercare

✢ a/n: cnc is consensual non-con. A roleplay. Both Swiss and reader have given consent beforehand in this, even though I’m not going to write it out. Read this at your own risk, know your limits! <3

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you rushed through the overgrown forest. Thorns and leaves whipping your legs until they were scratched up and bloody. Your clothes had been torn at the back from the first time the ghoul had almost caught you.

It all had started this morning when you were tasked by Copia to forage for some herbs Mountain had requested. He wanted to go collect them himself, like he normally would, but the ghouls’ heats were approaching and Copia didn’t want to risk the possiblity of it hitting right as Mountain was away from the abbey. For the sake of their safety (and the safety of the siblings) the ghouls were normally locked into their den for the duration of their heats. It worked best for everyone involved and the ghouls didn’t mind, as long as they got to work everything out of their system. It also helped calm them, knowing that noone would enter their territory and destroy their nests.

You had collected two baskets full of yarrow by the time the sun had begun to set. Mountain had told you about them being useful against fevers, something that the ghouls sometimes had to deal with during their heats. So you had carefully plucked as many of them as you could, placing them into the woven baskets neatly.

Satisfied with your work you decided that it was time to return to the abbey to deliver the herbs. You knew they needed to be prepared right away or they would spoil, so you tried to be quick. Stumbling through the thick overgrowth, following the slim path you thought you recognized, you realized that you didn’t seem to get any closer to the abbey. You hadn’t walked that far into the forest, had you? You should have been able to see the buildings by now. You stopped walking for a second, turning around to watch where you had come from. Should you turn back? You shook your head as you decided against it. Surely you would reach the edge of the forest soon, you just had to keep walking. So you continued following the tiny path, not noticing how it grew slimmer and slimmer until it wasn’t a path at all; only grass and bushes. 

It had gotten significantly darker now, crickets were starting to fill the silence as the last sun rays snuck their way through the trees. You felt yourself slow down, not sure what you were supposed to do now. No matter which way you’d go, you wouldn’t reach the abbey before it was completely dark outside, that was for sure.

You stopped walking again, listening to the birds sing their final songs of the day in the distance. A loud snap made you whirl around quickly, the fragile plants almost falling out of the baskets. But as you tried to see what had caused the sound, your eyes struggled. It was too dark already, not even squinting worked. You held your breath waiting for another sound. Another snap - this time closer - made you back up a little. 

“Hello?”, you called out into the night. 

Suddenly a silver glimmer caught your eye and you watched as the dark figure of a ghoul stalked towards you. Its eyes were locked on you. Didn’t it see that you had noticed it? You were staring directly at it. With its superior vision, it should have been able to see that. But it kept approaching, slowly and predatory.

You wanted to feel relieved that one of the ghouls had found you, be relieved that it would lead you back to the abbey. But the way the creature was stalking you, like it would stalk its prey, sent shivers down your spine. The ghouls weren’t supposed to be out here anymore. They all were supposed to be at the abbey, preparing for their heats. A ghoul being out here could only mean trouble.

You started backing up slowly, setting one foot behind the other, never removing your gaze from the still approaching creature. 

You must have stepped on a twig, because something snapped under your foot and created a loud sound that echoed through the forest. The sudden sound triggered the ghoul to pounce, sprinting towards you. You dropped the baskets immediately, herbs falling to the ground gracelessly. 

And then you started running as well.

If this was a ghoul in heat it would mean one thing and one thing only; you had to get away from it at all costs.

You ran as fast as you possibly could, but the footsteps behind you grew closer with each stride. There was no use in trying to out-run a ghoul. They would always catch up to you eventually. This was most likely a game to it, its hunting instinct triggered now that you had started running away from it. It didn’t take long before you could feel claws graze your back with a swift swipe. The sharp claws dug into the fabric of your clothes, ripping the back of them open. You stumbled slightly as you were pulled backwards by the force of it. With all the strength you had, you pushed yourself forwards again, tearing yourself free from the grip the demon had on the fabric. It glowled low in its throat as you managed to free yourself.

Adrenaline rushed through you again, the waves of it hot under your skin. Your legs were screaming at you to stop but you kept on pushing forwards, increasing the distance between you and the demon.

And that’s where you were now; stumbling through the thick vegetation, legs cut open and bleeding.

You didn’t hear the ghoul’s footsteps anymore, and for a moment you felt safe. You slowed down slightly, not quite daring to stop completely, though. Maybe the ghoul had lost your trace? It was unlikely but as you looked behind yourself, there was no sight of it.

Your steps slowed down further until you were walking. Maybe it had given up after chasing you around the woods for so long. Perhaps it deemed you to be too much of a pain in the ass to persue any further, and decided to find an easier target. Or maybe-

A yelp was ripped from your throat as your front hit the mossy ground. You landed softly but the fall still managed to knock the wind out of you, especially because something - or someone - had collapsed on top of you. 

You felt yourself being pushed into the ground forcefully and your adrenaline spiked again. But this time you couldn’t run.

You couldn’t see exactly what had knocked you down but you didn’t need to look to know that it was the ghoul. It snarled and panted above you, one clawed hand had grabbed the back of your throat, pushing your face down. You tried to struggle out of its grasp but it was too strong.

“Thought you could get away this easily? Pathetic.”

Swiss.

You froze as you heard his voice, so close to your ear it sent a shiver down your spine. His full weight was on top of you, pinning you down, and as he shifted to get an even better grip, you felt something.

You nearly choked as you felt his erection press against your ass. With renewed vigor you tried to push him off of you, get away from him, but your struggling only seemed to excite him even more. His hips pressed into your behind harder, making you feel the outline of him. With a whimper you collapsed onto the ground again, boneless. The multi ghoul let out a breathy “fuck” as he ground his hips into you.

“I followed you through the entire forest. Fuck-... followed your scent and knew I had to have you. Had to breed that little cunt of yours. And look at you now; all ready for me to have.”, he panted into your ear, his hot breath fanning across the side of your face. You felt your stomach drop at his words, fear replacing the adrenaline in your veins.

“And you’re going to be a good little bitch and take it. Take everything I give you.”

A loud rip echoed through the otherwise quiet forest as one clawed finger tore through the fabric of your clothes. He didn’t take his time, removing the scraps unceremoniously - rushed. The forest air felt cold on your skin and you errupted in goosebumps. The ghoul seemed to like that, a smirk on his lips as he dipped down to lick up your spine from the base to your neck, where he was still holding you down firmly like a misbehaving dog. You took a chance and pushed yourself up again, catching the ghoul off guard. He scrambled after you with a low growl, one of his big hands catching one of your ankles and dragging you backwards towards him. You kicked your other leg in his direction but he easily caught it as well.

With both ankles in his claws, he turned you around forcefully, your front now exposed to his piercing gaze. His eyes seemed crazed as they scanned your face, then your chest, and finally your exposed crotch. You wanted to close your legs, to hide your naked form from him, but he forced your ankles apart further, squeezing his narrow hips between your thighs. His chest was heaving as he panted. You could feel the heat from his body through his clothes.

You had seen the ghouls in heat before, and this was exactly like it. The heightened body temperature, the piercing gaze, the overtaking of instincts. Swiss was not thinking clearly. He was truly and utterly ghoul in this moment.

As if on cue, the multi ghoul ground his hips into your core, making you gasp. You could see his hard cock strain against the front of his pants and you swallowed thickly. He let go of your ankles in favor of one of his hands supporting his weight next to your head while the other hand trailed down your body to your core. You writhed under him, trying to move away from his touch, but there was nowhere for you to go with the ghoul surrounding you completely.

He leaned down further, his fangs ghosting over the skin of your throat. And suddenly he bit down, his thumb finding your clit at the same time. You cried out at the sensation. His bite felt like a shard of ice, the pain gradually dulling down until it was only a light throbbing. He released the tender skin, licking it with a forked tongue. You didn’t know if he had drawn blood or not, but he let out a satisfied grunt as he looked at the bruise.

His thumb was still teasing your clit, pushing down harder before barely making contact. Your hands tried to grab at his arms, push him away but he wouldn’t budge. As he pressed down harder a breath escaped you, your hips bucking upwards slightly. The multi ghoul almost came in his pants right then and there.

“Shit, I’m gonna fuck you so good.”, he very near whined as his hands started working on the front of his pants. His hard cock sprang out immediately as he pushed his pants down just enough for him to be able to grab himself fully. You watched with wide eyes as Swiss fucked into his fist a few times. His head thrown back in pleasure.

After a few more thrusts he grabbed himself tightly, placing the head of his dick against your entrance and pushing in. You yelped as you felt yourself being stretched open by him, but it was slow. Swiss growled with impatience, pulling out roughly before letting a trail of spit fall from his lips onto your core. He spread the wetness with his tip, gliding from your entrance to your clit and back down. He positioned himself again and pushed his hips fowards roughly, earning himself another yelp from you. He started off with an unforgiving pace right away, his hips slamming into yours with such a force it rocked you upwards slightly. Your head was spinning and you couldn’t help yourself as you grabbed Swiss’ back to steady yourself somewhat.

The multi ghoul let out lewd groans and curses as he kept fucking into you as if his life depended on it. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling them towards himself every time his hips pushed forwards.

He began panting again, his eyes sharp as he watched his dick disappear into your body over and over again.

“Knew this pussy would take my cock so well. Mmh fuck-”

He grabbed you harder before shoving you off his dick, turning you around again so that you were on your hands and knees before him. With a strong hand he pushed your head down, your neck straining uncomfortably with the new position. With the new position your ass was exposed to him like you were a bitch in heat and you could feel your face heat up at the thought.

Without a warning his palm came down hard on your ass cheek. Tears stung in your eyes as he entered you again, his claws grabbing your hips with such a force you knew they would leave bruises. He picked up the pace again, his thrusts hard and fast as he used your body for his pleasure. Your face was rocked into the ground with each thrust, the smell of wet moss filling your nose.

“Shit, sweetheart. I’m going to breed you, fill you up with my cum and leave you dripping for days.”

You clenched around him involuntarily, a high pitched whine leaving your lips. “You like that? Hm? Like the idea of me filling you to the brim and then leaving you to drip my good stuff all over the forest as you make your way back to the abbey?”

One of his hands let go of your hip and trailed around to your front to find your clitoris again. As his skilled fingers started stroking the sensetive bundle of nerves, you felt your mind go blank for a second.

Swiss grunted as you clenched down on him again, lost in the pleasure.

“Fuck- but before that, I’m going to stuff you with my knot. Make you come around it.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt the pleasure building in your lower stomach. His fingers were working your clit in fast circles and his thick cock hit all the right places inside of you. You were so fucking close to cumming all over him.

Swiss was close too. You could tell by the way he muttered out dirty words that were too unintelligible for you to understand, his hips snapping wildly into you.

“Cum on my dick. Be a good little breeding bitch and come on my cock.”

You cried out as your orgasm washed over you, your walls clenching down tightly on the multi ghoul’s cock. He groaned and moaned as you shook from the pleasure. And with a few more thrusts he pushed into you fully, his knot stretching you even further until it popped in, securing Swiss to your backside. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, filling you with his hot cum, spurt after spurt. He shivered as his front collapsed onto your back. His lips pressed tiny kisses between your shoulder blades, his fangs nipping gently along the way. 

It took some time for the multi ghoul to catch himself. Once he had given you every last drop of his cum, he slumped back slightly, making you wince as his still swollen knot caught on your entrance. Swiss was quick to correct his posture as not to cause you any more discomfort.

“Are you alright?”, he asked as he moved to lay the two of you down on your sides so you were spooning, careful to not move his hips too much.

“Yeah, just a bit tired from all the running.”

“If it was the running that made you tired, I didn’t do a good enough job just now.”, the tall ghoul joked as he nuzzled his face into your neck, licking the purple bruise there.

“Are you sure you’re not hurt? Did you enjoy yourself?”, Swiss asked with a whisper, his hands caressing your side tenderly.

“I’m sure. Don’t worry, love. And yes, of course I enjoyed myself. I always do.”, you answered, your hand grabbing his at your side and moving it to your lips so you could kiss it. Swiss melted behind you, snuggling himself closer to your body.

“But I just have to ask”, you began, playing with his fingers gently, “What were you doing out here? I thought you were going to start your heat?”

Swiss shook his head, giving you a toothy grin, “No, not yet. We were worried about you being gone for so long, so they sent me to find you. I still have a few more days before my heat starts. Mountain is already going through it though, so I guess it was a good idea to send you foraging.” He leaned in closer, kissing your shoulder. “It also gave me the opportunity for our little romp just now.”. You laughed as you hit his leg playfully.

“We should probably get back soon though, before they start sending out other ghouls to look for us.”, he huffed out, moving his hips to pull out of you. His knot still caught at your entrance but with a bit of manuvering he managed to pull out completely without hurting you. His cum immediately started dripping out of you and he watched with half lidded eyes as the sticky white substance trailed down your leg. 

“I would love to get you cleaned up, darlin’, but I think I like this sight way too much.”

You huffed out a weak laugh as you got up, searching for your clothes, or what was left of them anyway. You held up your ruined clothes and Swiss ducked away. “Sorry. I might have gotten a bit carried away. But the chase really riled me up, you know?.”, he explained sheepishly and you chuckled. Swiss removed his jacket for you to wear. Thankfully it was quite large on you, so it covered your butt well enough.

He grabbed your waist tenderly, pulling you close to his body so he could place a kiss on your lips. You melted against him as he held you for a moment. After a minute or two you two seperated and a toothy grin spread across Swiss’ masked face.

“I can’t believe you got lost.”, he teased you. Your face felt hot suddenly.

“Well, you try to navigate through the forest with shitty human senses! Also, you made me spill all of the herbs. We will have to go find them now.”

“You didn’t have to drop them you know. Could have put them aside gently.”

“Shut up, Swiss.”

[serene-sun]

Those we love

Pairing: Swiss x reader

Sum: the morning after with Swiss

“Oh good your up,” a soft voice lulls you out of your sleep.

You open your eyes, meeting the morning sun shining through the bedroom window. A chilly but warm breeze dancing in the curtains.

“Hm?” You rubb your eyes, attempting to asses the person infront of you.

“We’re gonna be late for breakfast,” he says, as you notice the multi ghoul getting dressed infront of you.

You can’t help but get flustered at how his hand caresses your cheek and tucks hair behind your ear as he pulls on his jacket.

“My love?” He asks again with a chuckle, zipping up his boot.

You shiver in embarrassment as you realize where you were and under what circumstances. You had hung out with him the night prior, but it leaned towards another direction and here you find yourself in nothing but his soft linens this morning. The taste of his lips still lingering on your skin as you recall everything that had occurred, even the confessed feelings.

“What time is it?” You ask, holding the bedding close around your nude body as you sit up.

“Breakfast time, here, I…uhm imagine you need some clothes? They took laundry already.” Swiss says with a sheepish smile as he glides a hand over his curls.

“Oh…uh yes…” you nod slightly, a small croak in your voice from early morning.

Swiss hands you some fresh clothes from his drawer, a pair of boxers, sweatpants and a simple long sleeved shirt.

“Thank you eh…” you still don’t have the courage to get dressed infront of him even after last night.

“Oh! Right! Sorry heh,” he apologizes sweetly as he turns around to give you both privacy and so he can grab his bag from the closet.

Once you’re dressed, you leave a moment to appreciate the sound of the birds singing in the abbey’s gardens. The fresh scent of flowers filled the hallway as you both stepped out, the smell of delicious warm food gets stronger the closer you get to the dinning hall.

It’s oddly quiet other than siblings of sin in the hallways, but there is no speaking between you and Swiss.

Until you finally say something, “uhm…so…about last night…”

Swiss looks at you, almost like he’s worried. “Yeah?”

“Uhm….sorry if I…crossed a boundary and made you uncomfortable, I’ll be sure to give you some space today…” you sheepishly say.

Swiss only looks at you surprised, “hm? What do you mean? I kind of wanted to see if you wanted to help me in the kitchens today.” He smiles softly, “besides, you didn’t pass any

Boundary other than my clothes.” He jokes as you both cringe at its lack of humor.

“I didn’t know you would still want me around,” you laugh slightly, tho you really did wonder if this was a one night stand or something that would last forever.

“I’d be a fool, a dead one too.” He says with seriousness as he wraps an arm around your waist as you continue down the hall.

“Oh I..I uhm I see.” You say nervously as his sparkly eyes glisten in the sun, something you’ve always loved.

“Besides, who wouldn’t wanna be around those they love?” He smiles

[katz-rambles]

So many thoughts not enough words.

(nsfw, mean Swiss, fem!reader, reader gets tied up, a vibrator as a punishment, Swiss records you (you've agreed to being recorded before hand), creepy/perverted Ghouls igg (though they're Ghouls. Of course they're little creeps), the Ghouls masturebate to you without you knowing, but you'll find out eventually 😉. )

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

Imagining Swiss using a vibrator on you as a punishment, he places it on your pretty clit and turns it on with the little remote he places in his pocket. He ties you up to his bed and leaves it on you while he goes to practice with his band mates. He puts his phone on a stand and records you, with your consent of course, and tells you it's for later, especially for when he gets bored when he's on tour. He tells you he'll be back soon and gives you a sweet kiss on the forehead. Little do you know, that "practice" is really just an excuse for him and his bandmates to watch cum over and over again on that little toy. They all listen to your whimpers, and moans start to turn into screams of pleasure and pain. He smirks as he watches you on the screen when he turns it up, just enough that you can notice the change but not enough to truly hurt you. At this point, most of the Ghouls watching have their dicks out, including Swiss. Yet all he can think about is how, when he's gone on tour, he'll send you the video of the Ghouls watching you, with a teasing message that's sure to have you squirming with need. He knows the effect that it'll have on you, and he can't wait.

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

“adorably fuckable”

❤︎ 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.”

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[mommahughes19-23]

Ooh oh oh me 🙋🏼‍♀️

Insta edit for Nico please where he and his girl spend the summer in Switzerland. Because first of all off season Nico —> need I say more? And second of all I love the mountains. Would be cool if you could include some pretty scenery pics

Some banter in the comments about Jack missing his bestie (Nico) and her being like ‘well too bad he’s mine now’ and whatever else you wanna add 🥰

bless Nico and your future babies anon I LOVE YOU! why do I feel like off season Nico is nothing but outdoor activities and cuddles omg. <3

OFF SEASON JEALOUSY - N.H

y/user : NJ 🛫 CH with views almost as beautiful as him ❤️‍🔥 (also im never letting him take any of my insta pics again see pic 3 for reference)

tagged : @nicohischier

nicohischier : you're my best view 🤩

↪ y/user : babe I love you but not this again

jackhughes: so @nicohischier you get a girl and you forget all about your best friend who would do anything for you 🤧😤😭

↪nicohischier : @jackhughes I plead the fifth?

↪jackhughes : @y/user I WANT MY MAN BACK!

↪y/user : @jackhughes im SORRY uhm YOUR man?????!!!!!!??? HES MINE FOREVER 🫷🏻🤡

_quinnhughes : you two disgust me 🤢

↪ y/user : quinnifer that is rude @_quinnhughes

lhughes_06 : COME WATCH ONE OF MY GAMES YOU BITCHES! 🏒

dawson1417 : @jackhughes wtf what about me bro🤬

↪ jackhughes : I got some bad news if u thought u were my number 1

ybsf : I MISS YOU Y/N PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE COME BACK HOMEEEEE!

ybsf : also WHY TF wasn't I invited to at least the freaking picnic @nicohischier 🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬

↪ nicohischier : @ybsf uhm bc we are not dating....

curtislazar95 : @jackhughes petition to #bringhomeourcap ? 🤨

↪ jackhughes : @curtislazar95 say less buddy lsfg🫡

A.N : ok hi, I know I said my last post was my last of the night but then beautiful anon requested this with my Swiss string cheese so I deliver. IM SORRY it wasn't long ya girl has been up since 4am lol.

I hope I did your idea justice in someway, I might re-work it tomorrow if I have time as well.

Anywhossss that is all for now my little gorls

xoxoxoxo, M

TAGS : @skylershines

[namelessghoulindisguise]

a nameless slut and what its like to touch, kiss, suck and fuck everyones favorite multi ghoul

how do we like this one?

full on twitter

[sink-me-in-your-ocean]

𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

How would the Ghouls (AND Copia) react to seeing you surprise them with lingerie?

Prompt by the miraculous @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus

NSFW/Suggestive below the cut.

Copia:

Blushes profusely

This man is so flustered he can barely form a word, let alone speak a sentence

That doesn’t stop him from acting, though

He puts his greedy gloved hands on your body the second his mind can catch up to what’s happening

He’s torn between a state of disbelief and a state of unholy fuck I need to put my hands on this woman right now or I’ll die

“You are ravishing, cara mia.”

“Grazie mille, Papa.”

“But those straps, are they digging into your skin? I’d be happy to take you out of them.” 

“It’s actually surprisingly comfortable.”

“Good, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to have you while you wear that.”

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Swiss:

Grins at you like a madman when you reveal yourself to him

He tries to hide it but he’s so into it

The fact that you put in all this effort to fasten straps, tie ribbons, and put yourself on such a perfect display has him weak

He has an intense urge to fall to the floor and worship at your feet, as he feels unworthy of such a goddess

“All of this effort, for me? I mean, I can’t say I’m surprised you’d do something like this.”

“Well, it’s not just for me.”

“Hm?”

You produce a long silk ribbon that matches your lingerie, “This is for you. You can unwrap me and then I get to tie you up.”

He groans, “You’re fucking perfect.”

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Phantom:

Can’t. Think. Heart. Having. Palpitations.

His dark eyes go so wide as he sees you all dressed up

His jaw is on the floor too

He runs a slightly trembling hand through his thick locks and unashamedly checks you out (not trembling out of nervousness, from sheer excitement)

“Oh, fuck me.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Get over here you little minx, you’re mine, you hear me?” 

“Are you going to undress me?”

“You know I don’t have the patience; I’m fucking you in that now.”

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Dewdrop/Sodo:

His first thought is to mark you; he is overcome with the need to bite you and suck on your exposed skin immediately

Practically tears out of his own clothes at the sight of you presenting yourself for him

He needs you carnally

He’s fucking feral for you

“You wanted my attention, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Well I’ll give you points for all of this. But I’ll have to punish you too.”

“For what?”

“For walking around wearing this, anyone could have seen you. No, no, I’m not going to be finished with you until you can’t walk, siren.”

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Rain:

Has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from blurting out the first obscene thing that pops in his brain

You got him, you got him good

He doesn’t care for surprises but this one is a winner

His eyes can’t drink you in fast enough, flicking his gaze over your breasts, your thighs, and your ass as you turn for him

“Wow.”

“That’s it?”

“I can’t say the other things I’m thinking, I’m pretty sure I’d get arrested.”

“I’ll take ‘wow’ then.”

“Oh you’ll be taking a lot more than that.”

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Mountain:

Literally astonished when you show him what you’re wearing 

Utterly hypnotized by the curves of your body done up by lace

Hands start twitching like a crazed addict

He needs to touch you

“Get. Over. Here.”

“Right now?”

“Right fucking now. Either that or I come over there and pin you against that wall.”

“Hmmm…”

“The wall it is.”

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Cirrus:

Goes from zero to one hundred in a snap

Can’t decide where she wants to look, placing you in front of a floor length mirror for her own pleasure

She is happy to stand back and watch you pose for her

Eventually she gets antsy, fingers tingling with need to touch you

“Need attention, do we?”

“I have some for you too, love.”

“You do?”

“Just for you.” You hand her a black tissue-wrapped package.

“Matching sets? What are we, in a band?”

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Cumulus:

Purses her lips in satisfaction

Tries to keep herself from smiling, she’s trained you well

Extra points for you sitting on the floor so submissively

Something inside her calls to put her mouth on you, mark you all over with her dark lipstick

“Stand and me a twirl.”

You oblige her.

“What a good girl. Shall I give you a treat?”

“Yes, please.”

She opens the top drawer of the dresser and starts laying out the treats she plans on using on you. You’ve been good indeed.

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Aurora/Sunshine:

Squeals in delight upon seeing you

You’d think it was her birthday the way she reacted to you

That doesn’t stop a mischievous grin from spreading on her face though

She wants to see you put on other things she’s had tucked away for special occasions 

“This one is next!”

“Haven't you found your favorite yet?”

“Nope.”

“No?”

“My favorite is you wearing nothing at all, gorgeous, I just wanted to see how many different pairs I could get you to put on before you beg me to take them off you.”

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