#aurora ghuleh

[nihildenial]

🏳️‍🌈 LET'S 🏳️‍🌈 GO 🏳️‍🌈 LESBIANS 🏳️‍🌈

[namelessghoulsfacelessblogs]

Wild, Wild, Wild

Aurora x Mountain + Swiss

Predator/Prey, Teasing, Vouyerism, Degredation, Pain, Fighting, Blood Mentioned, Feral, Edging, Orgasm Denial

Aurora is the dom here even if she's the prey. Being a bottom doesn't mean submission. She teases her two boys to the edge, and refuses to let them finish until SHE says so.

Swiss growled and mouthed at Aurora's neck, and she giggled softly.

"Ah ah, bad boy.. Down.. It's Mountain's turn with the bunny.." She purred as she held onto Mountain's horns- still fuzzy with new, velvety growth. The Multi-ghoul keened at her, whining, visibly and audibly upset, but she gave him a sharp look.

"Am I going to have to scratch you on the thighs again, Swiss?" Her voice dropped an octave- and his cock twitched as he growled and pressed up against her. He could smell her- her shampoo and soap, her scent, her lust- and he was sure she could smell his, and that wasn't counting Mountain, who's face was in her panties, suckling, desperate to get to her folds. The Earth Ghoul, upon hearing her tone and Swiss's growls, let out his own low growl, deep, possessive.. And Swiss pounced on him.

The slightly smaller ghoul jumped onto Mountain, shoving him forcefully off Aurora's cunt and growled, angry, pinning his shoulders and baring fangs. When the drummer registered this, his pupils went to slits, and he growled back, shoving Swiss off and then pinning him- which felt so good- He growled to cover the purr, scratching at Mountain's chest with the claws on his feet as his wrists were squeezed, claw-like fingernails digging into his skin. The coppery scent of blood snuck in with all the others and Swiss kicked at Mountain's feet-

"Boys!" Aurora's voice boomed at the two of them, and they instantly looked at her, their shenanigans forgotten as they saw her beautiful form. Black, lacy bra and matching panties, wet from arousal and Mountain's tongue. They were both so deep in, and their cocks twitched, Mountain's leaking onto Swiss's stomach and making him whimper. "If you can't play nice, neither of you get to have me. You know the rules."

The two boys remained still for a moment before Swiss tried to shimmy out from under Mountain, prompting the Earth Ghoul to let him go. They moved closer to Aurora, Swiss whining and Mountain looking at her with hunger, and she sighed. "Fine. But nobody finishes before me. You understand me?" This made Swiss try to protest, but Mountain gave him a silencing glare, and he simply moved closer to Aurora. Mountain's cock was hard and hot, and he was needy, but he knew to behave. Swiss, however, wanted desperately to cum, and his cock throbbed painfully.

Aurora sat down on the bed as the two of them kneeled in front of her, and she moved to remove her bra. She began playing with her nipple, hard against the cold air and with arousal, pinching it between her fingertips and gasping softly. She panted and shivered, her other hand moving down to her panties and feeling her throbbing clit through the fabric. She played with her nipples a little longer, watching as her boys watched her. Swiss was trying to rut against nothing, tail between his legs, shaking, desperate. However, despite his only sound being slight panting, Mountain was trying not to tremble, his cock twitching and leaking with precum as he tried desperately to keep himself in check- to be a good boy for Aurora, and that only made her wetter.

"Come on, boys.. You can hold out.." She exhaled, shakily, and panted, then shifted to slip out of her panties. Her clit throbbed and ached to be touched, and as she placed a finger on it, she gasped and let out a soft, almost primal sound of pleasure, and from the noises her boys made, they nearly came from that alone. She began to touch herself, little circles on her clit as she spread her wet folds apart, moaning and shivering. She rubbed and played for a while before she sank two of her fingers inside her soaked cunt, and she began to thrust them in and out.

Little moans and sounds of pleasure escaped her as she played with herself, spreading her legs further as one hand played with her cunt and another attended to her left nipple. She knew they were watching. Their lust radiated off them in tidal waves and even the usually quiet Mountain was beginning to whine a bit as he watched her. Aurora panted a moment, then began to laugh. "Pathetic boys.. C-can't even watch.. Watch your bunny please herself without- oh-! W-Without being needy.." She clenched around her fingers and shivered, but didn't cum yet. She crooked her fingers up and then let out a sudden gasp and moan- shivering.

Swiss leaned in close, lips parted, tongue out, and looked at her- his eyes were almost tearing up. "Please 'rora? Please?" He wanted to taste- to touch, to feel- and she placed a foot on his chest, pushing him away. He whined, eyes watering as his cock throbbed painfully, and he shifted to try a new tactic, kissing at Mountain's neck and holding the Earth Ghoul's thighs.

"Ohh.. Performing for your bunny? Good boys.." She could feel herself getting closer- and she knew she would get what she wanted.. "Show me what you'd do if you had me.."

Mountain instantly grabbed for Swiss and tried to pin him to the floor, growling and pressing his hard cock against his thigh, panting. Swiss couldn't help the wanton moan that bubbled from his throat, and he spread his legs apart, needy. He shuddered as he felt Mountain position himself in front of his entrance, pre-cum coating his hole. Swiss shivered and shook his head- then began sucking on his own fingers. As soon as they were covered enough, he pulled them out and started fingering himself open- shaking and whining and panting, and as soon as Mountain got that opening, he was in.

Aurora watched them- Swiss under Mountain, whining and nearly crying, and Mountain pounded into him hard and fast. Aurora began to match the pace with her fingers, panting and shivering, and she crooked her fingers up again to that magical spot-

Her vision flooded white and she squirted as she came into her own hand, gasping and shaking- and she heard Swiss cry out and then Mountain grunting and gasping as both of them came just after her, and she panted as she laughed softly.

"Ohh.. I.. I didn't s-say you boys could c-cum.."

[pebblerose]

Monstrance Clock

New fic posted

⚠️as always, this is for an adult only audience⚠️

You can guess what happens based on the title lmao

[itstimetoghoul]

my wives….. all my wives (missing in action: mist)

These include my namesakes i use and the elements i think fit the personalities of the ghouls stage performances! I haven't seen any other name than Aurora so uhhhhh majority rules in this case hahah. (please ask me more about them, i love them so much)

[coffeeghoulie]

Could we maybe get a little thing with Swiss having chronic back pain from his little "I meant to do that" fall, and Phantom finding out about it and making sure he gets a little extra quint to help take that edge off (just fluffy stuff <3)

I'm really feeling this one bc my shoulder pain is acting up, hope you enjoy!

Technically takes place after one of my mushy may fics, but you don't have to read that to read this one.

Divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

For all of Mountain's ministrations last night, Swiss's back isn't better in the morning. At least, he thinks it's morning. He wakes from the pain radiating through his shoulder, down his back, up his neck. He groans, tries to settle back into the hotel bed and catch a few more precious moments of sleep, but it's fruitless. The pain is too much, too distracting.

Swiss slowly gets up, careful not to disturb Mountain sleeping next to him, his toes hanging off of the end of the queen bed. They all miss their nests back home in the Abbey, but Mountain the most of all.

He's careful unlocking the door. He's as quiet as a shadow slipping out into the hall, shirtless and barefoot, and he winces at the bright fluorescents. Swiss wracks his mind for the room number he knows they're staying in. Aeon had been rooming with Aurora, he knows, but it's a safe bet to guess that she's curled up with Cumulus and Cirrus in theirs.

Swiss pads unnaturally quietly down the hall and counts room numbers. When he finds the one he's pretty certain Aeon's in, he reaches out as gently as he can with his mind. It's anyone's bet if the bug is awake or not. They and Aurora are still so new that they have what the ghouls have dubbed Pit Dreams: night terrors of summoning, things that happened Down Below.

Bug, he whispers mentally. He winces, realizing what this must look like; a creep standing outside of someone else's hotel room. Psst, buggy, are you up?

It takes a moment for a response, and Swiss can hear rummaging behind the door. Jus' a sec, a slurred voice filters into Swiss's mind, and if he were unglamoured, he'd tuck his tail between his legs. He woke them up.

The door opens, Aeon's thin fingers curling around the door itself as they poke their head out. They're unglamoured themself, a mismatched purple eye glowing in the darkness. "Wha's up?" they mumble, a fist scrubbing at their white eye. They almost look like a kit.

"Hate to do this to ya, bug," he whispers, pulling a nonchalant front up, smiling easy. "Sorry to wake ya, but woke up with my shoulder bothering me something awful. I'd get myself with some quint, but we know it doesn't work on ourselves for some Lucifer-blessed reason. Could you spare a little juice?"

Aeon nods, reaching for his wrist and pulling him into the darkness of their hotel room. The air conditioning is cranked as low as it will go, and Swiss shivers, subconsciously kicking his body temperature up a few degrees. He doesn't know how Aeon's just in boxers if he's this cold in his sweatpants, body unnaturally warm to boot.

"Shoulder, you said?" Aeon asks, rolling their neck and sounding far more awake.

"Yeah," he nods. He watches Aeon's face shift into a deeply focused expression. Their brows furrow tight.

"Swiss, what the fuck, how are you even coherent right now?" they ask, their good eye darting over his face searching for something. "I just got a sense of it, it just hit me, that's so much pain, Swiss."

He shrugs with his right shoulder. "You get used to it, after a while."

Aeon takes a deep breath, eyes suddenly very far away, somewhere Swiss can't follow. "Yeah, I get it." They shake their head, shaggy hair falling over their eyes. "But I can help, a little bit. You wanna lay down?"

He smiles, easy and genuine this time. "How'd you know this is just a ploy to get into my little buggy's bed, huh?"

They roll their eyes, turning to head back to the one mussed bed. The other is untouched, proving Swiss correct on Aurora's whereabouts. Aeon arranges themself, limbs sprawled out and starfished, and they pat the mattress. "Whatcha waiting for?"

Swiss gives them a little chuckle, padding over to the bed. "How'd you want me, sweetheart?"

Aeon cocks their head, their violet eye pinning on his face in the dark. "C'mere, lay on me. The way you let me lay on you."

He smiles, stupid with fondness as his love for the bug wells up. He carefully lays down half on top of them, head over their sternum and arms wrapping around their waist. He hums happily, senses flooded with their scent. Already, he feels better as they settle a hand between his shoulder blades.

Swiss jolts, peering up with a toothy, sheepish smile when the first spark of quintessence passes between them. His muscles instantly relax, chuffing happily into Aeon's collarbone. "Fuck, thank you, sweetheart. Tell me if I get too heavy, right?"

"Mhmm," they hum, craning their neck to nuzzle into his locs. They chuff back, a little less sure of themself than Swiss. "Anythin'. If I can ask, what was it? Or did it jus' happen?"

He exhales hard through his nose, settling more comfortably against them. He laughs, a little awkwardly. "Last tour, before you came, I got a little too into Year Zero. Misstepped the stomp and missed the edge of the platform. It's a long way down when you're tall," he chuckles, rubbing his stubbled cheek against the spattering of hair on Aeon's chest like a cat.

Aeon winces, puts a little more quintessence into Swiss's system, reaching to pull the blankets over them. "Ouch."

"Yeah," Swiss agrees. His cheeks burn, and he hopes that Aeon thinks it's just him trying to stay warm in the chilly air. "It's mostly better. Just likes to give me shit now and then. It was- I meant to do it." He spits that last part, halfheartedly repeating the lie he's been telling for a year and a half.

"It's okay if it was an accident," Aeon whispers. "I mean, what do I know, I wasn't there. But you're still hurting and we'll help you. Just gotta ask."

Swiss smiles, kisses the crook of their neck. "Too sweet to me, bug," he hums. "It's a fight. Hate admitting when I'm not doin' good. Feels like I'm bearing my belly to bigger ghouls."

Aeon pulls him closer. "Fuck, I know what that feels like."

He knows they do. He can feel the scars under his fingertips. Swiss holds them tight, the quintessence and late hour making him drowsy. His gold eyes flutter shut, too heavy to stay open. "Love you, bug."

He hears Aeon's soft exhale, feels a kiss between his horns. "Love you too."

[cirrus-ghoulette]

Cirrus helping Rory into her strap harness for the first time. It's Cirrus' harness, custom made for her.

Holding her hands while she steps into it, just to keep her steady.

Pulling the legs up and fastening the belt around Aurora's waist. Then, tightening the leather straps around her thighs. Aurora squeaking as Cirrus tugs on the straps.

"It's got to be secure, baby girl. You have smaller thighs than me, I don't want it slipping."

Once Cirrus is happy with the fit, not too tight, not too loose, she lets Aurora walk over to the full size mirror. Aurora just stares at herself for a long time, while grinning. Then, she bounces on the spot just to watch the toy flop around.

Afterwards, Cirrus wraps her arms around her waist and kisses her neck affectionately, looking over Aurora's body in the mirror.

"Mm, yes... You're a very pretty ghuleh, Rora. Come, now. Let's go and blow Phantom's mind."

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 28th

Free Use, Papa Emeritus IV x Reader

Masterlist

Words: 3.3k.

Warnings: Free use; mean but caring dom!Copia; public nudity; glove kink; vaginal fingering; orgasm denial; degradation; face-sitting; cunnilingus; dry humping; piv; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; exhibitionism; praise kink (hello, it me, emotionally unavailable but wants intimacy); animalistic; dubcon (if you squint real hard);

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🔞 MDNI 🔞

Papa’s dressing room was loud to say the least, with siblings running around to make sure all of his belongings were packed back up into their rightful suitcases, and Ghouls taking care of themselves. You were ready to go, all of your things packed away and loaded into the van early as possible so you wouldn’t disturb the siblings who actually had things to do, thus, you stood in the corner of the room and prayed to Satan that no one needed anything that was on the table next to you. You would have left the room and gone to a quieter place, or even waited in the van had it not been for one very important detail: Papa Copia.

Papa needed to know where you were at all times, no exceptions, no changes, do not pass go, do not collect $200. You were a vital cog in his life’s wheel, a necessary person to keep with him, and answering to no one but him. You were his best friend, his confidante, his lover… and, as he liked to call you, his “reverse stress ball”; reverse because you squeezed the stress out of him. Stress or worry… he pumped in negativity, you released positivity.

Turns out, someone did need the stuff that you were standing in front of, and once again you were in the way. One of the older sisters, who was new to touring with Papa, practically shoved you out the way. “Go stand outside, lovely.” She told you.

“I can’t, I-”

“I don’t care about your excuses, you’re in the way and you have to move.”

And so, you were being pushed out the door and into the oncoming traffic of stage hands and assistants, despite your protests. The corridor was even worse than the dressing room, and you were pulling some serious Matrix moves in order to stay out of people’s way and find somewhere quiet to stand. You eventually found a small pocket of air to breathe in, but it didn’t last very long, it just gave you enough time to pull your phone out and shoot Papa a quick text, and even try to call him. But he didn’t respond to either. And so, you were forced further down the corridor and into a broom closet where you were able to finally rest and de-stress yourself.

Time ticked on in the darkness of the broom closet, and eventually the hustle and bustle of the busy Siblings had dwindled down to mere footsteps of lone people wandering about the venue. No more were wheels rolling against the tiled floors, and thus, you deemed it safe to return to Papa’s dressing room, unaware of just what was waiting there for you.

The hustle and bustle of the stage hands may have died down, but Papa’s Ghouls were in a frantic mess which was only relieved by your entrance to the dressing room. Their masks hid the look of relief on their faces, but they expressed it through deep sighs and hands flying to their hearts.

“Oh, thank Lucifer you’re back!” Cirrus exclaimed.

Aurora, “And that you’re safe!”

Phantom, “Papa is furious. He couldn’t find you.”

You, “Where is he now?”

Phantom shrugged, which sparked Dewdrop to pipe up, “Somewhere looking for you, I’d imagine.”

You, “I tried getting in touch with him several times, but he wasn’t answering the phone.”

Cirrus, “Yeah well, that’s Papa for you.”

“Did he really not say where he was going?”

Cumulus, “I know he had to go back to the stage, but I can’t tell you that he’s still there.”

Dew, “I’ll go find him and then text someone if he’s still there. I think, sister, it would be best if you stayed here until we know for sure.”

When the text arrived that Papa was still on the arena floor, in a meeting with another Sibling, you practically sprinted all the way there. The longer Papa was without you, the angrier he’d get. He didn’t have a bad temper - he wasn’t particularly frightening or inconsiderate of your own feelings. In fact, in all the years you’d known him, you only ever heard him raise his voice in anger twice. Usually, he was a calm, rational man who would take himself off to calm down and then address the irritation with a clear head and logical reasoning. But you weren’t where he’d left you - he needed you to be where he left you.

That was never more apparent than when he saw you for the first time since the show ended, paints cracked and smeared from sweat and hair slicked back with the same substance, tousled from exertion and probably worry. His eyes flickered with a range of emotions; fear, relief, then rage. He stopped the Sibling from talking by raising his hand (uncharacteristically rudely) and stormed over to you.

“Papa, I-”

His gloved hands wrapped around your biceps and he held you at arm’s length, examining your clothed body for imperfections or injuries. “Are you hurt?”

“No, Papa.”

“Did anyone frighten you?”

“No, Papa.”

“Mentally and emotionally, are you okay?”

“Mostly, Papa.”

“Percentage, schricchio.”

“Ninety, Papa.”

“Then where the fuck did you go?”

“I’m sorry, Papa!” You explained to him the situation from start to finish, leaving out only the older Sibling’s name which you didn’t know. The look of fury on his face was unlike anything you had ever seen before.

“What did I tell you when you first came on tour with me?”

“I answer only to you, Papa. I know but-”

“Don’t ‘but’ me, schricchio!”

“I tried calling you but-”

“Back talk? Really?”

You averted your eyes to the floor. “I’m sorry, Papa.”

“Barricade, now.”

“What?”

“Barricade.”

“But, Papa, I-”

“Do not make me ask you again.”

He practically frog marched you over to one of the remaining pieces of the barricade that had been left by the venue workers who were clearing away. He positioned you against it so that your elbows were using it for support and pulled your hips out so that your ass was placed at the perfect and accessible angle. That was when you’d noticed that all eyes had been on you both the entire time, watching Papa scolding you and putting you in a precarious position. You hated the feeling, knowing that their scrutinising eyes were judging every single thing you did while also hoping that they could stay for a show. But there was a part of you, deep down - way down - that loved the idea that they were hoping they could stay for a show. There was something so animalistic about the way Papa would take you in front of, at most, one hundred people. Like he was claiming you for his own and showing the world just who the fuck you belonged to.

“Um, Papa?”

“Eh?”

You gestured to the audience that had now gathered around the arena and Papa sighed, exasperated by the nerve of some people. How dare they watch as he prepares to take you in the pit of a public place? “I am going to fuck my partner now,” he announced loudly, “I’d prefer it if you left, but I will be inside of her whether you are here or not.”

Swiss’ loud voice boomed from the corner of the room. “Alright, everyone, wrap it up. Take a twenty minute break or something, I don’t know. Let’s go!”

As people began filing out of the arena, Papa began making short work of your bottom half, pulling your jeans and panties all the way down. You weren’t entirely wet for him just yet, not as soaked as he would like, but he would rectify that soon enough. He spat on his leather glove, the sound of it echoing through the now empty arena and going straight to your cunt. He rubbed his saliva-covered gloves over your folds, artificially slicking them up for him to be able to sink himself into.

“You deliberately disobeyed me, schricchio.” He told you, rubbing circles over your clit and softly breaching your walls with his thumb. “You left your Papa wanting and waiting, didn’t you?” He tutted. The way the soft leather of his glove stroked over you felt like melted butter being poured onto your body. You sighed as the pleasure began to grow, your knees growing weak at the stimulation. “What should you say to your Papa?”

“I’m s-sorry, Papa!” You said, moans beginning to creep up and escape your throat as he applied more pressure to the fingers working over your clit.

“Do you think this is acceptable? Do you think only an apology is acceptable?”

“No, Papa.” In actuality, you did think that was acceptable. He got to use you now, didn’t he? What more could you do?

“Hmm.”

Papa remained quiet from that moment on, watching from behind you as your slick began to coat his hand and listening with fascination as your moans got louder. His thumb that was inside you, never went any deeper than the first knuckle, barely providing you with the right amount of pleasure and teasing your hole, stretching you, but ignoring the deep ache from within. He, occasionally, would let out the odd grunt or groan here and there, but for the most part he was laser focussed on your own pleasure, making sure you got everything you were now craving.

This was what he loved about fucking you: it never took you long to get as wet as he wanted or needed. He loved that he could take you at any point, and with just a little effort he could get you ready for him within minutes. That you would willingly spread your legs and beg for his cock to be deep inside you as if you’d been craving it all day, or that it was the only antidote to a deadly poison. It never seemed to matter which appendage he used on you, you would always be mewling for him and screaming for him to let you cum.

“P-Papa, I’m close!”

Papa, ever the lover of condescension in the bedroom, used that tone of voice with you. “Oh, you are? My little schricchio wants to cum on her Papa’s fingers?”

“Yes, Papa. Please!”

He stopped his ministrations and pulled his hand away. “No.”

Your eyes widened and you looked back at him. “No! Please!”

“You really think you deserve to cum after the shit you pulled today? Non ci posso credere. Sono deluso. I thought you knew better than this.”

Papa Copia, like most men, had a weakness: desperation. When you hung yourself off of him absolutely begging for anything, you knew you’d get your way eventually. And so, with this in mind, you dropped to your knees, your delicate skin hitting the cold, hard (and very dirty) concrete floor. You gripped onto Papa’s thick thighs clad in the tightest of skinny jeans as he’d not changed into his sweats yet, and began mouthing at the cloth over his deliciously hard cock. “Please, Papa. I’m so sorry for what I did. I should have listened to you. I should have listened to my Papa because he knows what’s best for his little slut.”

“Cazzo.” He muttered under his breath, watching you degrade yourself for him. He could almost pretend that you were worshipping him when you were doing this.

“Please give me your cock, Papa. Please let me make you feel good. I want you to fuck my tight, little cunt and fill me with your cum. Please, Papa.”

Resisting you was not a skill he had. He placed the same hand that was inside of you and now covered in your slick on your chin, and gently pushed you away from his cock. He forced you to look him in the eyes, and a brief gentility washed over his face as he drank in the way you looked; how sinfully innocent you looked right now for him, begging him to fuck you.

“H-hands and knees, schricchio.” He told you, the usual Papa jumping out for a moment as his voice was that sweet, soft timbre that you heard when he comforted you.

You, his obedient hole, did as asked, dropping to your hands and arching your back for him. You were hoping to tempt him into total distraction and give you enough time to make yourself cum. Papa walked behind you, dropped to his back, lying on top of the jeans around your ankles and pulling your hips down so you were sitting on his face and dove into your cunt, licking the sodden folds in front of him and his tongue playing with your sensitive clit. But as soon as his tongue was on you, it vanished, to be quickly replaced by two fingers poking at your entrance, sliding in without a fight and starting to work right away. Your position allowed his gloved fingers to curve upwards and strike the part of you that made you scream.

The squelch of your heat grew louder with his roughness as he started to finger you harder to amplify your cries as much as he could. He enjoyed the thought of other people hearing how good he was making you feel. You could feel yourself teetering on the brink from the way his fingers were moving inside of you and how forcefully he sucked on your clit. Upon the tightness, he pulled his fingers out of you and placed his hands on your ass cheeks, pushing you off of him. “Papa, no!” You howled. “Please!”

Papa laughed and wiggled his way from out under you. “I know your game, schricchio. Non vincerai.”

He got on his knees and began rubbing his clothed cock over your waiting hole, essentially dry humping you on the floor of the arena that he’d just performed in. He was doing the utmost to make you suffer. He wouldn’t do this for very long, given the roughness of his jeans and your sensitive clit, but when it wasn’t painful, it was very enjoyable. Infuriatingly taunting… but enjoyable.

When he decided he was bored of that, you heard the sound of him pulling at the strings that fastened his jeans closed. Papa didn’t wear underwear with these jeans - they were too tight and he said you could see the outline. He punished you for your cheek when you told him that he was slutting himself out for his congregation. Once his cock was free of its confines, he began rubbing it over your sensitive clit once more, earning much louder whines from your throat. At this point, you were tired of the teasing and just wanted to feel him deep inside you, but he knew this and had no intention of relieving you of your pain. Not yet, at least.

“This is hurting me just as much as it hurts you.” Papa told you, wrapping his hands around your hips and using them as leverage to thrust against you. “Papa wants to feel your sloppy cunt around his cock. Papa wants to fuck his toy after a hard day’s work. But his toy decided she wasn’t going to do her job.”

“I’m sorry, Papa. Please!”

“No, bella ragazza. You can do better than that.”

“Papa, I’m sorry for walking away. I want you to use me.”

“Try again.”

“I want you to fuck my tight cunt until I can’t breathe. Use my hole like it’s a toy to compensate for my bad behaviour. I’m yours to play with and use as you want. Please use me, Papa!”

He chuckled darkly. “See? Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Instead of waiting for your cunt to become accustomed to his size, he aligned himself with your hole and thrust all the way to the hilt. “Take it all.” He told you, his voice low and gravelly, laced with arousal that made you tightened around him.

He started working swiftly, snapping his hips against yours quickly and hitting that spot right behind your pussy, which made you scream every time. “Fuck, Papa!” You yelled. “I love it when you use me!”

Your ass jiggled more than usual as you arched your back for him once more and moved your hips to meet his thrusts. He let out a string of expletives in Italian, each one letting you know how much of a whore you were to him and how wicked your pussy felt. You must have been some kind of witch to cast a spell on him so, for he had never loved a cunt more than yours. He had never loved fucking someone more than he did you - how responsive your body was to him. It was beautiful.

Your own hand reached down to tickle your clit trying to move subtly and hoping he wasn’t watching you play with yourself. He was. He was just being evil.

“Schricchio, always so tight for me.” He observed the pussy cream collecting at the base of his cock. “You fucking love this don’t you? You love getting fucked in the middle of an arena, hanging off your Papa’s cock when anyone could come in and take a seat.” Your cunt tightened. “Puttana. You want someone to come in and watch, don’t you? Maybe I - Sathanas - maybe I should have done this on stage when the whole audience was here, hm? Used you in front of thousands.”

You rubbed your clit faster. Obviously you wouldn’t enjoy that in real life, but the thought of him taking you in front of everyone sent a shiver down your spine, and made your cunt tighten around his cock. Perhaps it was the taboo of it that got you off, or just the primal thought of being mounted and claimed in front of everyone. You couldn’t tell. But it definitely did something to you that you couldn’t deny.

“Keep squeezing me like that, schricchio, and I’ll cum too soon.”

A switch turned on a lightbulb moment in your head. You wouldn’t win? Try it. “I don’t know, P-Papa.” You said, trying to feign a more innocent voice through his thrusts that forced out moans. “I think you like that idea more than me. Fuck! I think you want to show everyone just how much you like fucking your toy. I think you want people to watch you claim what’s yours.”

“Cazzo!”

“The world already loves you, Papa. The Church loves you. They’d want to watch you bury yourself deep inside me.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

You worked your hand faster. “Cum inside me, Papa. Give it to me. Give me everything, please!” Faster. Almost there.

Knowing what you were doing, Papa pulled your hand away from your clit and pushed your body down so you were completely flush to the floor. A few pumps later, and he was spilling his seed deep inside you, painting your walls white with himself. The noise that escaped him was like a feral animal, all deep growls and grunts as his rough thrusts came to a slow stop, all the while you were pinned to the floor, your orgasm ebbing away with each second that passed with no stimulation.

“Copia, you asshole!” You screeched from below him. You were angry, sure, but mostly frustrated. He would never usually leave you without an orgasm. But he pulled out of you before you insulted him, and had already got to his feet. He said nothing, just laughed at you as he tucked himself back into his jeans and made himself presentable.

“Well, a punishment is a punishment after all, no? What would you learn if I made you cum, hm? Stand up, schricchio. Let’s get you dressed.”

“Fuck off.”

“Ah-ah. Wouldn’t want me to take more orgasms off you, would you?”

You dressed yourself, hating the smug look on his fucked out face.

“I told you you wouldn’t win.”

“Vaffanculo!” You shouted, storming away.

Copia laughed again, knowing how later on tonight you’d be desperately humping against his thigh like a desperate slut begging for an orgasm… and how, after that display, he’d deny you again.

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

[iamthecomet]

𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘛𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦: 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦

Rating: M (nothing explicit on screen but the thoughts and intentions are there) Pairing: Aeon/Swiss Word Count: 847 Mushy May by the beloved @forlorn-crows divider by the amazing @ghuleh-recs

Swiss’ hand is warm and heavy where it rests on Aeon’s thigh. Innocuous to the crowded bar around them, but Aeon feels every twitch of Swiss’ fingers. He tries to focus on his drink–something syrupy and much sweeter than it sounded on the menu. It's hard though when all he can think about is the feeling of Swiss’ thumb sliding up and down just above the seam on the inside of his thigh. 

He's wearing jeans. But he might as well be wearing nothing for how electric this feels. 

Swiss is engaged, fully, in a conversation with Cirrus, and Aurora is saying something to Aeon that he can't quite hear over the blood rushing through his ears. 

He takes another sip of that sickly sweet drink. All the astringent bite of alcohol covered by the taste of something artificial that makes his skin crawl a little. 

He has a lot to learn about life topside. About his vessel. About what he likes and what he doesn't. Above all else he is built to chase pleasure. To drown himself in hedonism until it consumes him. He wants nothing else. He could order another drink. Find something he likes better. But that easy, temporary, pleasure is dwarfed by the way it feels when Swiss touches him. 

What had started as a small pocket of warmth in his gut when Swiss put his hand on the small of his back earlier, has grown into an inferno. 

Swiss tips his head back and laughs at something Cirrus says, and Aeon knows he's staring, but he can't help it. Can't take his eyes off of deep brown skin, And the bluntness of Swiss’ cheekbones or the way his eyes crinkle in the corners. 

Aurora nudges him. “Are you listening?” 

Aeon shakes his head. “Honestly? No. Sorry. What?” 

Aurora rolls her eyes. “I asked if your drink is good.” 

He shrugs. “It's too sweet. You'd like it.” 

He pushes it over to her, watching only long enough to see her take a sip and hum happily. 

“Want me to get you something else?”

Aeon shakes his head. “I'm fine.” 

He's already looking at Swiss again. Watching him tell a story. His free hand moving wildly as it gets more intense. The hand on Aeon's thigh squeezes. The thumb digs in just a little. Aeon gasps. 

Of all of the things he wants to try–this is the most pressing. He wants to know what that hand feels like on bare skin. Wants to feel the burn of those thick fingers inside of him. Wants to know what it feels like to be pinned beneath the solid weight of Swiss’ body. 

He wants to know what Swiss sounds like when he cums. 

He's not inexperienced. He's been topside for months. But between being new and learning all the songs and preparing for tour, there hasn't been as much time for Aeon to get as acquainted With Swiss as he'd like. The blow job in front of the altar after mass barely counts. He's sick of waiting.

He wants it all. 

Swiss looks over at him like he can hear Aeons thoughts. Eyes narrowing into mischievous slits when he catches sight of the flush on Aeon's cheeks. 

The hand squeezes again. More intentional this time. And slides higher until Swiss’ thumb is dragging over the growing bulge behind Aeon's zipper. 

“You want something, bug?” 

“I want to go back to the hotel,” Aeon says it a little louder than he intends to. Aurora laughs into her drink, eyes bright as she looks at the two of them looking at each other. She nudges Aeon’s leg with her knee playfully and he ignores it–fully engrossed in the amber of Swiss’ eyes–the barely human color he picked for his glamor. As he watches he seems them flash, a quick show of their true gold and amethyst and Aeon can feel himself get harder against his zipper. 

Swiss smiles at him, easy. It’s not his usual hungry grin and it makes Aeon’s stomach swoop. There’s softness in it that is unexpected, but very welcome. And Aeon knows Swiss will take care of him–that they will be slow and methodic and they will bathe in each other’s pleasure until they can’t keep their eyes open. 

“Lead the way,” Swiss says, and Aeon practically springs from his chair–maybe too eager but he can’t help it. His pants are tight, and when Swiss sets his hand on his lower back again–warm and solid. Guiding him toward the door, Aeon feels like he might literally swoon.  Swiss laughs at him, just a little chuckle that feels warm and good natured. Laced with excitement over Aeon’s excitement. 

Swiss kisses him softly on the temple as they slip through the bar’s front door without saying a word to the rest of their packmates. The air outside is warm and damp, and Swiss’ hand slides a little to the side to rest just above Aeon’s hip. 

He doesn’t let go until they're in the hotel room. After that–his hands have much more interesting places to be. 

[ramblingoak]

His Little Ghuleh

Secondo x Aurora

Secondo didn't get on his knees for just anyone...

Warnings: cum play, overstimulation, size kink, biting, scratching, rough blow job, slight breeding kink, p in v sex, Aurora being in charge, jealousy, brief reference to Aurora hurting/killing someone because she got jealous, NSFW, 18+ only MDNI, 4.6k words

Secondo didn’t get on his knees for just anyone.

Usually he was the one staring down at a naked Sibling or Ghoul.  Watching as they found their pleasure, watching as they fell apart. He enjoyed hearing them moan and gasp his name.  It was always a beautiful sight, always something he looked forward to when he had the time.  When he found the perfect someone to share those moments with.  Tonight was different though, tonight he was the one naked and on his knees.

Her clawed fingers skimmed his shoulders as she circled him, some nameless tune falling softly from her lips.  The moonlight danced across her skin as she traced his tattoos.  The way her horns glittered was mesmerizing.  They curled up softly from her forehead, surrounded by her multicolored hair.  Aurora was the most beautiful being he had ever seen and tonight he was at her mercy.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

She was a tiny thing but like most Ghouls that didn’t matter.  There was great strength within her, a dark power that she was all too willing to release.  Secondo had seen the aftermath of it, the blood that she had spilled in a fit of jealousy.  Normally that wasn’t something he tolerated despite envy being one of the seven sins.  But there was something about his little ghuleh being so enraged over not getting the attention she felt she deserved that stirred something in him.

His mind went back to when he had met her.  It had been late in the evening when he had been wandering the abbey, restless and unsettled.  She had been dancing in the hallway outside the library, unglamoured and beautiful.  The fading sunlight caught on her skin and she glowed with an almost iridescent quality.  He wasn’t sure how long he had stood there and watched her, the moon had replaced the sun in the sky and she was laughing at him when he finally snapped out of whatever spell he had been under.

“Papa, are you paying attention?”

Her melodic voice brought him back to the present and he blinked as he met her gaze.  She stood before him, as naked as he and he let his eyes wander down her chest until he was looking at her soft stomach.  Boldly he leaned forward, careful to keep his hands at his back as instructed, and pressed a soft kiss into her warm skin.  She tasted of smoke, the kind that came from warm fires on cold nights.

“My apologies, mia demonietta.  I am here with you.”

“And do you want me, Papa?”

“I crave you.”  He murmured his words into her skin, smiling when he felt it jump under his lips.  “Do you want me?”

She laughed then, stepping away much to his disappointment.  Her footsteps were sure and steady as she walked backwards until his bed was at her back.  He idly wondered when he could call it their bed because he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to share it with another.

He wasn’t sure she’d ever let him.

“Come here.”  Aurora lifted herself onto the edge, reclining back as she watched him slowly move toward her on his knees.  When he was before her she spread her legs and his eyes fell closed as her scent hit him.  “Taste me.”

Secondo didn’t need any further encouragement, he fell upon her like he was starving and in a way he was.  Her wetness hit his tongue and he moaned loudly against her.  She was so warm, especially here.  He let his tongue run from her entrance to her clit, as slowly as he could manage, and then circled the nub before sucking it into his mouth.  A heavy sigh left her lips and he barely suppressed the grin that threatened to break out across his face.

He took his time with her, lapping at the increasing wetness he caused.  When her clit became swollen from his ministrations he moved further down, sucking the lips of her cunt between his own.  They made obscene noises when he pulled off of them but he didn’t want to let a single drop of her go to waste.  His tongue made rough passes over her and when he dared to nip at her she just laughed and ran her fingers over his head.

“Is that the best you can do, Papa?”

With a growl he pressed his face harder against her, sucking at her greedily when she started to grind against his face.  Her entrance was contracting around nothing, practically begging to be filled.  He shoved his tongue in as far as he could, his nose pressing into her clit as he did.  Her own moans joined his then and with a sigh she fell back onto her elbows.  That was his sign that he could put his hands on her and with a growl he slipped them under her thighs and curled his arms around them to hold her tight against his face.

The sounds she was making as he lapped at her inner walls was like music to his ears.  It was like the ringing of the brightest bells and it spurred him on.  He could feel her contracting around his tongue and he pulled it out so he could seal his lips over her opening.  Secondo sucked every drop out of her that he could, swiping his tongue up between her lips when her shaking intensified.  When he closed his lips over her clit once more that was what sent her over the edge and she screamed as her orgasm hit her.

He continued to lick her as she came down, memorizing her taste as best he could.  His broad tongue cleaned her of her release but he knew it wouldn’t last.  He knew she wasn’t sated just yet.  Her quivering opening called for more than his tongue but he flicked against it all the same, waiting for her to give him more instructions.  Smiling when her breathing hitched when his tongue easily slipped back inside of her.

“Stand up.”

Secondo scrambled to his feet like he was getting his dick wet for the first time.  He would be embarrassed if he couldn’t see how much it pleased his little ghuleh to see him so eager for her.  To see his face paint mixed with her own juices.  Her grin was an infectious thing that he couldn’t help but mirror.  He only wished he had sharp fangs to match her own, to bite at her and to mark her like she did him.

Aurora pulled her legs under her and knelt before him.  The only thing that gave her eagerness away was her bright eyes.  The color seemed to change even as he gazed down at them.  He couldn’t help but glance further, admiring how his paint looked smeared onto her thighs.  A thought skittered through his mind then of how she might look wearing his paint on her face.  Of how terrifyingly beautiful she would be then.

Something to ask of her later.

Her own eyes began to wander his body and he was pleased to see her mouth fall open as she took him in.  Compared to many of her pack members he was not as fit, not as other-wordly, but her eyes were still full of admiration.  Of lust.  She had told him as much before, of how she loved how strong he was but that he was still soft to her touch.  The dark hair that covered him was something she also loved and there had been many nights where she had seemed content to run her fingers through it for hours.

Right now her eyes fell to his cock and it bobbed at the attention.  Her mouth slackened when a drop of precum formed at the tip and she reached a clawed finger out with great care to swipe it away.  She eagerly brought it to her lips and sucked it in, her cheeks hollowing around the digit.  His breathing quickened and she smiled around her finger before pulling it out with an audible pop.

“Would you like to fuck my mouth now, Papa?”

“Amongst other things.”

The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop them and he stopped breathing, waiting for her to admonish him.  Waiting for her to punish him by not touching him at all and making him kneel at her feet the rest of the night.  Tonight though his insolence amused her and he didn’t dare take a breath as she leaned in towards his eager cock.  She seemed so small in front of it, if he hadn't seen her swallow him down before he would wonder how he would fit inside of her mouth at all.

Let alone the other places he enjoyed putting it.

She flicked her tongue against his tip daintily, as if she was tasting something for the first time.  Each drop of precum was quickly replaced by another and her little moans as each one hit her tongue had him practically dripping.  When she closed her mouth over the head and sucked he had to plant his feet firmly onto the carpet so he wouldn’t fall over.  Her head bobbed back and forth slowly, like he was a meal she was savoring.  As she did so her tongue lapped at him, stroking the sensitive skin along the bottom.  

He couldn’t help but reach out and bury his fingers in her hair.  Marveling at how the hues of blue and green closest to her horns looked against his skin.  Secondo only ran his fingers through it at first, waiting for her to signal to him he could go harder.  Some nights she didn’t let him touch her at all while others she was content just to let him comb through her hair.  He wasn’t ashamed to say his favorite nights were the ones where he could grip her roughly and use her.  

When she looked up at him through her lashes and smiled around his cock he let a prayer to Lucifer tumble from his lips.  He shakily lifted his other hand up to her head, letting his fingers run down one of her horns before he pushed them into her hair.  His grip was hard, harder than he could hold any of the Siblings he’d had before.  But he knew what she could take and he knew what she enjoyed.  He gripped her hair tightly as they watched each other for a few moments, neither of them even breathing as they took the other in.

Secondo only dared to move when he felt her jaw slacken around him and with a deep groan he pressed into her mouth until her nose was buried in the hair at the base of his cock.  She swallowed around him and the feel of her throat fluttering against him nearly had him coming right then.  With another groan he pulled out slowly, his gaze narrowing when a fang dragged along his length a little too hard.

“Mia piccola demonietta.”

She took him in again and again, letting him set the pace.  Her tongue lapped at his length and her throat seemed to try to drag him in deeper and deeper with each of his thrusts.  He went as hard as he dared, pulling at her hair to the point he knew her scalp must be aching.  Her hands had been staying obediently on her thighs but he soon noticed one had delved between them.  She was fingering herself roughing as he fucked her mouth and he wished he knew how many she was pressing into her entrance.

Sweat was beading along his brow and starting to drip down his face.  Her own skin shone with moisture and it made her glimmer even more than usual.  The light from the moon shining in caught on the saliva that was steadily dripping from her mouth and he had to clench his eyes shut at the sight.  Seeing her drooling for him, seeing her fucking herself with her fingers was making his cock begin to twitch.

Aurora could sense his release was near and she looked up at him, her eyes swimming in moisture.  He wasn’t sure if it was from his cock sporadically cutting off her air or the pain from the tight grip he had on her hair but it didn’t matter.  All that mattered to him was that she was looking at him like he was a deity for her to worship.  Like she was summoned from Hell for him and him alone.

All that mattered was that she was his and he was hers.

It was that thought that did him in and with one final thrust he held her still as his cock kicked inside of her mouth.  Her lips were stretched wide around his base as her throat flexed around him.  He felt her swallow each warm spurt of cum that left him, not letting a single drop leave her mouth.  Secondo didn’t pull away until he stilled inside of her and even then he was reluctant to do so.  She seemed to feel the same because she followed him as he leaned back, sucking at his spent cock until his tip finally fell away from her lips.

He released his grip on her hair, gently smoothing the strands down.  Petting her like she was some delicate thing and not a demon from Hell that could tear him to shreds whenever she fancied.  Her lips were swollen and raw, nearly split open in places from being stretched around his cock.  It made her look used but that only made her more beautiful to him.  She had let him use her, she had requested it.

Secondo couldn’t wait to do it again.

His little ghuleh glanced down at his feet almost shyly and in an instant he had dropped back to his knees.  He couldn’t bring himself to stop touching her so his hands fell onto her thighs, rubbing back and forth along her skin.  They watched each other for some time, he wasn’t entirely sure how long.  They stayed there mostly frozen until their breathing evened out.  Secondo didn’t dare move first, he didn’t want to break whatever spell had fallen over them both.

It wasn’t until she brought her still glistening fingers to his lips that he did more than breathe.  He sucked on her fingers like she had sucked on his cock, swirling his tongue around them so not a single drop of her was left.  She pressed her claws against his tongue and dragged them down his flesh when she pulled her fingers out.  He welcomed the sting, he welcomed the taste of his own blood.  Aurora enjoyed the taste of it as well because she quickly brought her fingers to her mouth so she could taste it herself.

“I’m not sure what I enjoy more…your blood or your cum.”

Her grin was feral as she watched him, as he savored the taste of her cum mixing with his blood.  It had his cock filling again quickly and he could smell how eager she still was for him.  As if on cue she started to scoot back on the bed, not stopping until her head was resting on his pillows.  Her hair contrasted beautifully against his black sheets, the brighter hues of pink and purple near the ends popping against the dark fabric.

He obediently stayed where he was until she spread her legs and held a hand out.  Secondo was on her in an instant, his cock straining towards her cunt.  Her rules were less strict now that her body was practically vibrating with need.  She was murmuring things in her own tongue, pressing dark sounding promises into the skin of his shoulders and his neck.  When she bit at him and drew blood her words became more hurried, like she was saying a desperate prayer.  

Secondo wasn’t as fluent in the Ghouls’ language as he would like but he knew enough to understand what his little ghuleh was asking for.  He knew that she wanted him.  That she would kill anyone that stood in her way of having him.  He knew that she felt empty when he wasn’t inside of her in some way and that she craved being filled by him.  Secondo knew enough to understand the words for ‘mine’ and ‘need’.

He knew what the Ghoulish word for ‘love’ was.

The tip of his cock caught on her entrance and they both let out desperate moans.  He couldn’t help but tease her even with how crazy he felt with need.  Taking hold of his cock he ran it slowly up and down her cunt, dragging it between her lips and spreading her wetness.  She was slick, practically soaking with need.  The scent was heavy in the air and he was panting as it settled over him.

“Now, now fuck me now.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.  When he stopped at her entrance this time his eyes moved up to meet hers.  Something passed between them then, something deep and eternal.  It was something beyond simply sharing a bed and fucking each other.  He took a deep breath and dropped his forehead to her own, watching her expression change as he pressed into her.

“Little ghuleh.”

The way she stretched around him was exquisite.  Her inner walls craved him and they seemed to pull him in deeper, as deep as he could go.  It almost scared him how even that didn’t seem like enough.  Like no matter how he took her, no matter how he had her, he always needed more.  He knew she felt the same with the way she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.  The strong muscles holding him against her as close as she could get him.

His cock pulsed within her, impatient for him to move but he stayed still.  He didn’t really have a choice with how she clung to him.  She wouldn’t let him move until she was ready so he savored the moment as best he could.  He couldn’t help but press his lips to hers, flicking his tongue against them when she pouted.  Secondo bit at them next, tiny nips that did no real damage but her breath quickened all the same.

“You are so impatient, Papa.”  

A laugh escaped him and he smiled at her annoyance.  He dared to grind his hips against hers, his smile widening when she whimpered.  His mouth fell to her neck when she tipped her head back and he let his teeth dance along her skin there.  Once more he wished he had fangs to mark her properly.  To show everyone in the abbey that she was his.  One of her hands came up to cup his cheek and she tilted her head back down to meet his eyes, her clawed thumb scratching lightly under his eye.  When she regarded him silently he raised an eyebrow.

“What is it?”

“They know.”  

Her claw dug in harder leaving a stinging mark in its wake.  He let out a growl and pressed harder against her hand, hissing when her nail cut deeper.  Good.  It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that he belonged to her in return but he didn’t.  Anyone with eyes could see that he was lost to her from the first moment he had seen her dancing in that hallway.

Her legs released him then and she spread them out on the bed.  He wrapped his arms under her thighs again and pressed them up so her knees were near her chest.  His mouth fell upon her then, sucking at her breasts and tugging a nipple between his teeth.  She gripped his head and held him against her, gasping when he let go of one of her legs to grip her breast in his hand.

He was rougher with her than normal, enjoying the sight of her flesh indenting under his fingers.  In the morning he hoped there would be bruises.  Evidence of his touch that he could marvel at while she slept in his bed.  She healed so quickly it was hard to get his marks to last.  It was something he’d have to work on, something he would have to practice with.

He doubted his little ghuleh would mind.

The wet heat of her around his cock was finally too much to ignore and with a groan he pulled away from her breasts.  Her nipple slipped out of his mouth with a soft pop and he blew against it as he moved away, smiling when her skin broke out in goosebumps.  He gripped her legs again to keep her imobile and when their gazes finally locked he began the slow drag out of her.  

Secondo stopped when the head of his cock was nearly free of her before he pressed firmly back in.  She was hot and wet, she was everything.  He paused for a moment when their hips were flush together again before pulling out once more.  Over and over he repeated the action, never letting his cock leave her body.  She made the prettiest noises as his cock dragged along her walls and he made his own each time she contracted around him.

If he could he would have continued that slow drag back and forth for hours, torturing them both until they were drenched in sweat and blood and cum.  But the pull of her was too strong and he could tell by how desperate she sounded, by how hard her nails were digging into his arms that she didn’t want to wait any longer either.  She needed him to fuck her and she needed him to fuck her hard.    

Who was he to make her wait?

He let go of her legs and sat up, spreading his knees out so he had more leverage.  Aurora draped her legs over his thighs, keeping herself open for him.  He couldn’t help but stare at where they were joined.  Marveling at how she stretched around him.  Secondo reached out and touched her there, touching her opening and grinning when she made a wounded noise.

“Easy now, let your Papa take care of you.”

His finger traced the puffy skin around his cock.  He pressed at her, idly wondering if he could push a finger alongside his length.  Wondering if she could take that and more.  When he glanced back at her eyes they were wide as she watched him.  Her bottom lip was clamped between her teeth and he saw blood forming along where her fangs bit into it.  He smiled and reached up to collect a drop on his thumb, eagerly bringing it to his mouth and licking it off.

With the taste of her on his tongue he couldn’t help but start to move again.  Both of his hands fell to her hips to hold her still as he snapped his hips against her.  The slick sounds of his cock moving in and out of her grew loud in the room.  She was so wet for him it was almost obscene.  He could feel it spreading over his thighs and he knew his sheets would be soaked when they were done.  

He looked down at her belly and let one of his hands move to press over it.  Her body jolted with each stroke of his cock into her and he imagined that he could feel himself under his hand.  Feel how deep he was reaching inside of her.  He wanted to cum in her so badly, he wanted to press it as far as he could.  He wanted to fill her up, so that she was marked inside as his as well as out.

She was scratching gouges into his forearms and he groaned as his sweat made the cuts sting.  His thrust became more wild, more animalistic and he imagined this was how the Ghouls fucked in Hell.  Brutal matings that could be heard for miles. He relished the noises he could drag from her.

He loved making her sing.

Her walls were contracting around him harder and he knew she was close.  He wasn’t far behind but he’d be damned if he came before her.  Secondo wanted to watch her face contort as her pleasure took her, as it overwhelmed her.  He brought his thumb to her clit and began to rub tight circles around it.  His other hand pressed harder against her stomach and there, that was him inside of her. 

Aurora cried out, a sharp keening sound that made his teeth vibrate.  She came right after, spasming around his cock, her body begging him to cum.  It wasn’t a demand he could resist and let out a ragged moan as he began to kick inside of her.  His hips continued to move and she worked to meet each of his thrusts, her body milking him of his cum.  He rubbed his hand over her belly, thinking about filling her again and again.

Perhaps he would do just that.

Eventually they both stopped and his cock softened enough that it slipped out of her.  He narrowed his eyes when some of his cum dripped out and he quickly brought two of his fingers to her opening to press it back inside.  She hummed as he did so, wiggling her hips to encourage him to keep going.  Like she didn’t want a drop of him to leave her body either.

When he was satisfied he settled back on his heels, bringing his hands around his back so he wasn’t tempted to touch her.  Even though they were both still trembling from their orgasms he knew he had to wait.  He needed to see what she wanted next.  Sometimes she was content wrapping her small body around his but other times she wanted more.  Whether it was working him up until his cock was hard again or his mouth he never knew.  As always he was at her mercy and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

“I don’t like this feeling.”

He couldn’t help but wince at her words.  She stretched then, like a cat that had been napping all afternoon.

“What feeling is that?”

“How it feels after.”  She lifted her foot and delicately placed it on one of his broad thighs, stretching her other leg out again.  The movement caused his cum to drip out of her once more and he felt a growl build in his chest.  “Like there’s a part of me missing.”

“What would you like?”

“Your mouth.  I want you to clean me up.”  

She moved her foot off his leg and he took that as a sign that he could move.  He dropped down so face was level with her cunt, his mouth already salivating at the chance to taste her again.  To taste them both mixed together.  A clawed hand on his scalp was the only thing that stopped him and he looked up to meet her eyes.  

“And after?  What shall we do then?”

“I’ll let you fuck me again, Papa.  And again.  Until I don’t remember what it’s like not to have you inside of me.”

He grinned, dropping his mouth so he could briefly drag his tongue across her dripping entrance.  His body was already stirring as the taste exploded over his tongue and he ground his hips briefly against the bed.  When her claws dug into his skin he glanced back up at her and smiled.

“As my little ghuleh commands.”

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[nihildenial]

aurora's hair is like this

[ghoul-slime]

Mushy May Day 6 & 7 - You're Blushing & Gift Giving (Aether/Dew)

Did a little bit of prompt combining and swapping this time around! Thank you again @forlorn-crows for organizing this. Normally writing challenges are really hard for me, but I'm having SO much fun with this one. And thank you @ghuleh-recs for the adorable dividers!

Day 6 & 7 - You're Blushing & Gift giving, Aether/Dew, no warnings, 1426 words

PS - See the end of the work for notes/photos of what Aether and Dew got for each other!

It’s their summoning day - eight whole years since the day Aether and Dew were summoned together straight from the Pit to serve the ministry. As with all summoning days, the pack throws a huge party, inviting all the ghouls and siblings in the abbey to celebrate. Papa even makes an appearance to toast his two longest-serving band ghouls.

It’s a huge party, full of food lovingly prepared by Mountain and tasty cocktails served up by Sunny and Aurora. Swiss has appointed himself DJ for the night, knowing just what to play to keep everyone in the mood to party. There’s even a cake, and later, the pack goes around the room one by one, each giving Aether and Dew a thoughtful little gift. 

Finally, the night grows late and the celebrations begin to wind down, and Aether and Dew excuse themselves after exchanging a final round of bear hugs and big, wet kisses (Phantom is definitely not drunk, thank you) with the other members of the pack before heading back to their shared room.

They always wait to exchange their gifts for each other in private, a tradition they started just one year after their joint summoning. The same year they promised themselves to each other as mates.

As soon as their door is closed, however, Dew’s mood shifts. He seems anxious, eyes immediately darting over to the brown paper gift bag he’d set on the nightstand with Aether’s name written carefully across the tag.

“Can you go first?” Dew asks, uncharacteristically reserved. 

Aether smiles, unsure as to why the normally confident little fire ghoul might be so nervous, and passes his gift over. It’s wrapped simply in white paper with a red bow on top and the tag says “Dew,” with a little heart drawn next to it. Dew takes it and carefully tears into one of the corners of the paper with a claw.

“You didn’t!” Dew exclaims, immediately recognizing the mystery object. He rips through the rest of the wrapping with abandon and pulls out a hefty box set of DVDs in smart, red packaging.

“I did!” Aether beams, proud of himself and delighting in the way Dew is already ripping off the cellophane and flipping through the sizable book of disks with a massive grin on his pretty face. “Couldn’t have us running out of movies to watch on kung-fu night, now could we?”

“Yes!! You’re the best, Aeth!” Dew exclaims with delight, throwing his arms around the quintessence ghoul and showering his face in kisses. “Gotta pace ourselves this time though. We watched them all way too fast last time.” He looks back at Aether with wide, expectant eyes.

Aether nods in agreement and presses a kiss to Dew’s forehead. Happy that his nerves seemed to have calmed for the time being and ecstatic that Dew loves his gift so much.

Dew flips through the disks for another few moments, rattling off all the titles he’s most excited to see. Finally, he sets his gift down and reaches for the bag he has waiting on the nightstand.

“Ok, my turn,” he says, and all but shoves the gift straight into Aether’s chest.

Aether takes the bag and contemplates the little ghoul for a moment.

“You’re blushing,” he informs him, matter-of-factly.

Dew’s head whips up.

“Um, I am definitely not blushing,” he answers with an indignant little pout. 

“No, no. You are definitely blushing,” Aether assures him. “Should I be worried about what’s in this thing?” he teases, holding the bag up next to his ear and shaking it gently.

“Oh my god just open it already before I change my mind and throw it out the damn window,” Dew barks, blushing harder.

Aether leans over to kiss the other ghoul on the lips apologetically before turning his attention back to the gift bag in his lap. He carefully takes out the tissue paper and reaches in, pulling out what looks to be a large, leather-bound book. 

Dew holds his breath.

Aether sets the gift wrap aside to inspect the book, turning it over in his hands. It’s heavy, hand-bound in a supple black leather with a beautifully embossed crescent moon in the center of the cover. Below the moon are two alchemical symbols, also embossed, one for fire and one for quintessence, and around the edges and corners is an elaborate, twisting geometric design. Aether turns the book over in his hands. Along the spine are four brass rivets and in the center, a beautiful piece of brass antique hardware with scalloped edges and a natural patina. 

Aether flips the book’s cover open. There he finds beautifully hand-marbled paper with a bright purple scalloped pattern. There’s a hand-stamped bookplate affixed to the inner cover too, a black and white image of a crescent moon surrounded by a sky of stars, reading ex libris in Latin across the top. On the bottom someone has written “A+D” with a calligraphy pen. And finally, hanging inside and bound into the spine is a thin, black leather bookmark with a tiny brass star charm matching the look of the hardware on the spine. 

It’s absolutely beautiful and like nothing Aether has ever seen before. But despite the antique look of the book, it smells brand new. 

“Dew, did you make this?” Aether looks up at the fire ghoul in awe, mouth agape as he realizes.

Dew’s still blushing, and he reaches to rub the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Yeah… Mountain helped me with it. Showed me how to emboss the leather and bind all the pages together and everything.” He looks up at Aether. “I messed up a bunch though, so it’s not perfect or anything,” he explains, still rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to make a more elaborate bookplate too, but I ran out of time because I kept fucking up the paper marbling…” he trails off.

“There’s uh.. There’s more too.” He starts again. “If you open it.”

Aether carefully opens the book again, this time to the first proper page, where he’s greeted by a collage of photos, little pieces of paper, and other flat objects, lovingly and meticulously affixed to the pages. The first photo is of Aether and Dew, way back on their very first day in the band together. The very first day they met. They stand side by side, not close enough to touch, silver masks pulled over their faces and obscuring their expressions. Dew stands rigid straight with his chest puffed out and his bass strapped across his front. Aether looms tall next to him, shiny new black Fantomen guitar in his hands.

Aether flips through the book and sees their entire history laid out in front of him. Photos of Dew slouched over, fast asleep in his seat on the tour bus. Aether caught with a mouth full of ramen noodles at a restaurant in Tokyo. There are more than just photos too. A pair of their first guitar picks, lovingly used and placed beside each other. A pressed flower, the first flower Aether playfully passed over to Dew after catching it from an audience member. There are little scraps of paper torn from hotel room notepads with silly drawings on them. Pamphlets from tourist traps that Dew insisted they stop at while on the road. A menu from their favorite taco spot in Mexico City. Pages and pages of photos and objects full of cherished memories. 

An archive of them.

Aether can’t find the words, so Dew breaks the silence. “I only filled it halfway… since I figured we’ve got so much more to add in the future.”

Aether makes a choked sound, and Dew looks up at him for the first time since he opened the gift.

“You’re crying.” Dew informs him, a smug little grin creeping across his face. 

Aether sniffles. “No I am not…” 

“Ok, fine. Maybe I am a little bit,” he immediately concedes, wiping away the tears that start to stream down his cheeks. 

Aether sets his precious gift down on the bed and pulls Dew in for a hug, wraps his arms tight around the little ghoul and presses kisses and happy tears into the top of his head.

“Thank you, Dew,” he says after a while of holding his favorite ghoul in the world tight in his arms. “I love it so much, I don’t even know what to say.”

Dew reaches up and pulls Aether down for a kiss. He doesn’t even know why he was nervous at all in the first place.

Dew's gift. What I based Aether's book on, what the marbled paper looks like, and examples of what a bookplate looks like!

[ghuleh-recs]

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[itstimetoghoul]

hi hi i havent drawn anything in a while, so i drew over these photos here [1] [2] to put some of my energy to use. it's not freehanded- it's a trace warmup. feat new ghouls for this imperatour

[coffeeghoulie]

I'd like to request a SwissTom/DewTher double date please. Up to you if it gets spicy or not

I am very much stretching the definition of a double date here, but I had an idea that I could not put down.

Contains a very, very, very small mention of a Rite Here Rite Now spoiler. But just in case.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

This is it, Dew thinks, settling back farther into his adirondack chair, condensation from his beer dripping over his fingertips. Aether's in the chair next to him, a bonfire glowing a few feet ahead of them on the lakeshore, and the air is comfortably warm as the sun sets behind the forest surrounding the Abbey. This is the reward at the end of it all, all of the work, piety, loyalty, and literal blood, sweat and tears Dew's put into the Ghost Project.

Rain's still in the lake, bickering playfully with Aurora and Sunshine while Cirrus and Cumulus wring water out of their hair, wrapping towels around each other as the air starts to cool. Mountain's ducked into the woods to tap into the stash of firewood he keeps hidden for pack nights like this. Papa- no, Frater- No. Copia's asleep in his own adirondack chair, paperback open and resting on his chest, readers askew on his nose.

Aether sits next to Dew, taking a big swig of his beer, lime wedge shoved down into the neck of the brown glass bottle. His other arm hangs off the side, reaching just enough to twine his pinkie with Dew's. The touch is grounding, and Dew shuts his eyes, swallows his own mouthful of beer. They don't need more than this, every word has already been spoken between them, engraved into their minds the same way they have matching scars in the crooks of their necks.

A few feet away from them, the relative quiet is broken by soft chatter, Swiss practically giggling at something he said that Dew couldn't hear, matching Aeon's laughter. The two of them have practically been glued together since the end of the Re-Imperatour, and tonight is no different. Swiss leans back in his chair, and Aeon sits sideways in his lap, legs dangling over the armrest. Their horns click as they lean in to whisper to each other.

Dew runs his tongue over his fangs at how cloyingly sweet the two of them are. "I don't think we were ever that bad, right, Aeth?"

Aether snorts, finishing his beer. "I couldn't tell you, darling. We weren't looking in on us from the outside. We might have been that bad."

Dew tugs at his pinkie. "Yeah, you were so fucking desperate once you got it through your thick fucking skull that I was into you."

Even in the firelight, Dew can see the way Aether rolls his eyes. "In my defense, I'd never dealt with water or fire courting rituals before I met you."

Swiss starts, turning over to them. "You talking courting rituals, big guy?" he laughs. Gold and purple eyes practically glow in the firelight.

"Nah, we're talking about how the two of you are practically one ghoul now," Dew cuts in, setting his empty beer bottle onto the ground beside his chair to pick up later. "Haven't seen you take a breath without each other since probably Los Angeles. No, wait, it was after Sydney."

Aeon laughs, shifting closer in Swiss's lap with a soft chuff. The way they nuzzle their cheek against Swiss's doesn't help their case. "Gettin' caught up on lost time, it had been a really long time since I'd been touched nice."

Dew bites the inside of his cheek. "Yeah, I know, voidling," he says softly. Remembers the scent of terror that'd permeated the bus in the early nights of the tour. Remembers the way Aeon had shook against him the first night they'd shared a bunk.

"But Swiss, pup?" Aether teases. "You've got a whole pack of ghouls wrapped around your finger who'd be more than happy to give you affection, and you choose him?"

"Hey!" Swiss protests, throwing a middle finger at Aether as he hauls Aeon impossibly closer with his other arm. Aether just laughs, gold fang glinting in the firelight.

"I'm just saying," Aether shrugs, standing with a groan. "Any of you want another beer?"

"Please, starshine," Dew says, his pinkie still entwined with Aether's. He reluctantly lets go, lets his arm fall back to his side.

"I'll pass," Aeon says, mismatched eyes shutting with a heaving sigh. The air's starting to get a little chilly, and Dew bets the voidling's using that as their excuse to press even closer against Swiss.

"Me too," Swiss says, and Aether cocks his head at him, lips quirked up in a smile.

"Alright," he says, rummaging through the half melted ice in the cooler to pull out two beers. He sets his down to pull out the bottle opener, passing the first one to Dew. The fire ghoul takes a long drink, raising the bottle in thanks. Aether settles back into his chair with his own, tucking the bottle caps in the pocket of his shorts.

"No, but seriously, you're going to give us all cavities with how sappy you're being," Dew says, even as he reaches over the edge of his armrest to take Aether's hand. "How's the dental at the infirmary again, Aeth?"

"Well, it's where I got this," he says, tapping a claw against his gold fang. "So we're in luck. You two can keep being ridiculously sweet."

"Come on," Aeon whines, tail flicking behind them and whacking against the legs of the chair. A log shifts in the fire, sending flickering orange embers into the darkening sky. "We're not that bad."

"There's no way in hell that you two weren't as touchy," Swiss cuts in.

Dew laughs, copper eyes narrowing into slits as he gestures with his beer bottle. "Well. Seeing as you weren't summoned until a year and a half after we started courting, you have no fucking ground to stand on. For all you know, we were perfectly chaste."

"The two of you?" Swiss laughs. "Chaste?"

A tall shape passes in front of them, silhouetted by the fire. Mountain puts another few logs onto the bonfire. He turns to face the pairs, hands on his hips. "As the only one in the pack who was here when the two of you finally got your shit together, I can say with absolute certainty that the two of you were way fucking worse, Aeth, Dew. How the two of you managed to make the entire bus reek of sex in that tiny fucking bunk, Satan only knows."

Dew sputters, glancing between him and Aether. Swiss cackles. The quintessence ghoul grins, raising his beer in a toast. "Nema to that."

Mountain pulls up another chair, ruffling Aeon's hair playfully, running a knuckle along Swiss's horn. "Now, no more bickering. I'll chaperone this little double date, don't worry."

The five of them burst into laughter. It's so loud it startles Copia awake, and they can't stop laughing long enough to explain or apologize.

[itsjillybean]

I'm SO SO SO very sorry that this took me forever, life is busy and I kept doubting my writing skills. Though I'm still not SUPER happy with it, I think it's okay considering this is only my second time writing a short fic. Please enjoy and thank you so much to @bloodysyren for requesting this!

Copia x Phantom ghoul

Prompt: Phantom is one of the newest ghouls to be brought to the ministry and he's feeling quite out of his element, but have no fear, Papa is here. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It's midday and the ministry halls are full of siblings and staff members, busy at work. Down past the Commons, to the end of a hall, is the room in which the ghouls reside. Most of them are practicing music for the Ghost project, but one ghoul in particular is missing. Out in the gardens, the fairly new quintessence ghoul hid amongst the bushes. When he first arrived, he was bright eyed and bushy tailed, excited to have a new family. He still was at heart, but his mind grew weary as of late. Everyone here was so well acquainted and got on well, however, he felt as though he didn't fit in. Earlier that morning, he had tried to make small talk with the other ghouls, but they'd basically brushed him off and gave him a pat on the head as if he were a child. 

I may not be an old geezer ghoul, but I'll be damned if I'm treated like a kit-

He thought as he picked leaves off of a bush, sending them into the air and watching them float back down to the ground. Even the newest ghoulette Aurora was getting on with the rest, and they weren't treating her with kids gloves! As Phantom fumed and went to pluck more leaves, a snap sounded behind him. Nearly jumping out of his skin, he turned to see a red tracksuit and panda eyes.

"Oh! Satanas little one, you scared me-" Copia held his chest dramatically, chuckling softly. 

Phantom grumbled,"I am NOT a little one!" He covered his mouth in shock. "Forgive me Papa, I did not mean to speak so rudely."

Copia let out another small chuckle, "No need to be so formal, it is my day off...", he showed off his casual wear, "and we're alone. Please, call me Copia."

 With an old man grunt, he sat down next to the ghoul. Looking up at the cloudy sky and then back down to give Phantom a sad smile. 

"Now, I know there is something wrong because this is MY something is wrong spot, so tell your Papa what is wrong." He placed his hand on his thigh and Phantom couldn't help the way his tail flickered happily.

"It's just... it's been a month since you so graciously summoned me, but I'm afraid I don't exactly fit in." His ears flattened slightly, his bottom lip jutting out. "I'm treated like a child and almost always excluded when the ghouls go out together..."

Copia frowned as he listened, his hand rubbing Phantom's back soothingly. He'd noticed how the ghoul had become less friendly and more quiet. Gently touching his chin, Copia turned his face towards him. Phantom faintly blushing at the gesture.

"I'm so sorry you have been feeling like this. I wish I would have known sooner, but I'm very happy you have told me now. You should tell the others how you are feeling. I know they seem like big, tough guys, but they are not meanies, I promise you. Okay, maybe Sodo can be a meanie, but he means well... most of the time."

They both laugh at the statement and Phantom smiles up at Copia. "Thank you Papa, er, I mean Copia. You're really the only person I've felt I could confide in since my arrival, though I hope after I talk to the others, that will change."

Copia grinned and softly brushed his thumb over Phantom's chin, "While I do hope your companionship with the ghouls works out, I wouldn't mind if you confided in me more often. I'm always here for you, my ghuleh."

Phantom's ears perked up and his tail swished from side to side, Copia smirked at his reaction and gently pulled him in, his breath fanned across the ghoul's face, his eyes closing before he felt lips planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Phantom unconsciously let out a whine of disappointment, and Copia couldn't help but laugh. 

"Consider my teasing your punishment for missing practice, if you're a good ghuleh there will be plenty more where that came from." With another grunt, he rose from his spot and dusted his pants off. He looked down at Phantom and offered his hand, pulling him up from the ground. 

"I- I promise, no more missing practice, and I'll talk to the ghouls, and I'll be good, and practice real hard- am I talking too much?" Phantom rambled excitedly, the light in his eyes sparkling again.

Copia stared affectionately and shook his head. "Of course not, I find your excitement quite endearing. Now let's get you back inside, eh?"

Still holding his hand, the pair walked back into the warmth of the building. Phantom looked at Copia and then down the hall towards the ghoul's den.

I think I'm gonna be just fine.

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 29th

Breathplay, Swiss x Reader

Masterlist

Words: 4.2k.

Warnings: Breathplay; choking; Ghoul!Reader; public beginning; semi-public ending; public dry humping; dubcon; listen, I can’t help myself, okay?; they get real fucking awkward someone slap ‘em; finger sucking; fingering; squirting; positive degradation (took me 29 days but we got there in the end); possessive (if you squint); dacrophilia; unprotected sex; piv; vaginal sex; I went feral lmao; spit kink; cock warming;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals @deetz-ghuleh @onlyhereforghost @zombiesnips-blog @saturnhas82moons

Author's Note: Major thanks to @da-rulah for giving me this idea, like legit, this was all her idea. She’s the organ grinder, I’m just the monkey. Inspired by… recent events.

Recommended listening: Hypnosis by Sleep Token.

🔞 MDNI 🔞

It started with Dewdrop.

You danced on your podium stage, the roar of the crowd echoing in your ears as Watcher In The Sky droned on. The blinding spotlight followed your every move as you took your place behind the microphone, a sea of faces stretching out before you. The anticipation in the air was electric, and you could feel the bass thumping through the stage floor, matching the rhythm of your racing heart.

From the corner of your eye, underneath the mask, you saw him charging towards Dew at an alarming rate, his broad shoulders tense and fists clenched. It didn’t register fully until you got a good view of his body, and then you realised it was Swiss. Swiss was usually feral during this song - you’d seen clips of him online afterwards if you’d missed it during the concert. But usually he kept his insanity to his corner of the stage. Not tonight, though. Tonight he was gunning for the source of his anguish - tonight he was racing towards Dewdrop and his guitar that was loudly whining in everyone’s ears.

The first time it happened, it was just a scream. Well, a scream and a bite, but it wasn’t anything more than that. Harmless, really… even though it did set you on edge. There was something equally thrilling yet terrifying about seeing this big, burly man, who was usually the sweetest guy, angrily charge at someone so small in comparison; but also knowing that he had gained the confidence to wander around. You weren’t forbidden to leave your individual stages per se, but Papa did prefer it if you stayed in your place.

This was also amongst all the things he was doing with the other Ghouls - namely with Aurora. The way he got on his knees for her every time Cirice played, every time he pretended to pleasure her, sent shockwave after shockwave through your body. And the night they kissed? You felt the green-eyed-monster make an ugly appearance, and wished that was you.

The next time it happened, things got a little more… heated. His strong hands wrapped themselves around Dew, engulfing his entire hip and front. His large frame dwarfed the Ghoul in comparison and completely hid him from your view. You couldn’t see what Swiss was doing to him, but judging by the repetitive movements his arm and shoulder were doing you could easily come to a general conclusion.

The third night was worse… so. Much. Worse. You watched as Swiss wrapped his large hand around Dew’s neck, gently choking him while imitating jerking himself off. It definitely shouldn’t have done things to you. It definitely shouldn’t have made you think the things you did. It was just two guys playing around on stage… sure their game got a little sexual, but there was no harm done and the crowd certainly enjoyed it. That night though, as he was walking away, he made eye contact with you and caught your mouth agape. That night, he decided he was going to come and hang out with you for a few songs.

The next day, as you were putting your uniform on and painting your face the typical Ghoul style, a knock wrapped at your door. “Come in!” You shouted. Your body froze when Swiss walked through the door.

“Hey, loser.” He teased as he usually did, leaning up against the door frame. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his gorgeous forearms that were crossed against the broad expanse of his chest - and you weren’t at all staring at the way that position pushed his breasts together to create a tempting amount of cleavage, visible only by the crease of his shirts. The leg he wasn’t resting on had also crossed over his body, and stabled him a little more by the toe of his boots.

You cleared your throat and looked back to the mirror, picking up your black paint box and scooping more up onto your finger. “Hey, loser. Did you not have anything better to do than watch me get ready?”

He tutted. “Now, can’t a guy come and visit his favourite Ghoul before a concert for a little conversation? What if I was Rain, hm?”

“Well, if you were Rain then I’d be much kinder. But you’re you. You want something. Spill.”

He sighed. “Fine,” he raised his hands in defeat, “you got me. How’s about we play a little game on stage tonight?” He walked over to you and stood behind your chair, looking at you in the mirror. His hands rested on your shoulders and gave you a little rub.

“What did you have in mind?”

“I’ll choke you instead of Dew.”

You tried not to react in any incriminating way - this was Swiss you were talking to. If he saw a flicker of anything besides absolute disdain or unbothered attutitudes, he’d rib you for the rest of time. You swallowed, and continued applying your paints. “Why me? The crowd loves that gay shit and what you do to Dew. Hell, they love what you do to Aurora, too.”

“Yes, but,” he leaned down so his mouth was level with your ear, his deep voice dropping low, “you love it, too, don’t you?” You froze. “I’ve caught your face. You’re not as sneaky as you think you are, you know?” He stood back upright. “Unless you actively stop me, I’m going to play with you tonight. Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Silence.

He tapped your shoulder and walked out of your dressing room. “See you tonight!”

You stepped onto the stage that night, the bright lights momentarily blinding you. The roar of the crowd echoed through the arena as the music began.Your thoughts kept drifting to Swiss—and whatever the hell it was that he had planned.

Swiss stood there, his presence commanding and his voice a captivating force. His every move seemed to draw you in, and you found it hard to concentrate on your own performance. The lyrics you were supposed to sing became a blur as you watched him, transfixed by his talent and charisma.

You tried to focus on your harmonies and choreography, but Swiss’s magnetic presence was an irresistible distraction. Every time your eyes met his, a spark of connection passed between you, intensifying the infatuation that had taken hold of your heart.

The familiar darkness of Cirice screamed through your in-ears, and you looked back over to Swiss’ podium but he was missing. Nowhere to be found. Given your conversation earlier, and his habit of going feral during Watcher in the Sky, you assumed he would do something then. It wasn’t until you felt his hands around your neck you realised he had other intentions. His fingers clasped your neck as the intro reached its pace change, the tips of each appendage falling onto your throat seductively, as though he were drumming on a desk and using his thumb as an anchor. You felt his helmet connect with yours and his body press up against your back. The longer he stayed there, hands attached to your throat, the tighter they held, squeezing the sides of your esophogus like an anaconda about to feed. Of course, he didn’t restrict your air flow. Of course, his hands tightened in all the correct places that made you feel lightheaded without damaging your body.

Of course he knew how to do that.

You couldn’t hear anything, or take in what else was going on. Your mind was consumed by his hand, and now something else pressing into your hip you didn’t expect to come out and play. The feeling of your pulse quicken sent shockwaves through Swiss’ body upon the realisation that you enjoyed this. You liked feeling his hand around your throat. You liked how hard he was squeezing. He placed his other hand on your hip and, clearly thinking only with his dick, rutted into you. The first time was an accident, he told himself. The second, third and even fourth time was because you felt so good against him, he couldn’t help himself. It wasn’t until he heard Papa singing the opening lyric, he remembered where he was, and that you both had to stop. So, he pulled away, and rushed back to his own stage.

After the adrenaline of the concert had faded, you found yourself back in your hotel room, still buzzing with the memory of Swiss’s hands haunting your mind, and you swore you could still feel his fingers ghosting your skin. As you tried to unwind, there was a sudden knock on your hotel room door.

Startled, you crossed the room and opened the door to find Swiss standing there, his expression a mix of nervousness and determination. He had sought you out, and it was clear he wanted to talk.

“Hey,” he began, his voice a little uncertain. “I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened tonight. I-”

“Come in.” You said, opening your door wider and allowing him to enter.

“Thank you. I just wanted to apologise for crossing a line tonight.” You closed the door behind him. “I don’t know what happened. I don’t have any excuses. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise, I-”

“I crossed boundaries, I really-”

“I liked it!” The words spilled out of your mouth, revealing a depth of feeling you hadn’t intended to share just yet. Swiss’s surprise was evident, but his expression softened with understanding, and a hint of a smile played at the corners of his lips.

He took a step closer, his eyes searching yours for sincerity. “I… I didn’t realize,” he began, his voice laced with a touch of vulnerability. “Where do we go from here, exactly?��

To hell with it, you thought. The damage had already been done, you might as well just rip off the bandaid and get it over with. “You could do it again.”

“N-now?”

“If you want…”

“No, I want… to.” He swallowed. The man in front of you was now so far from the Swiss you knew. His confidence was… somewhere in the room. But nowhere near him at the present. A tinge of excitement mixed with the nervousness in Swiss’s eyes as he contemplated the idea of doing it again. It was a leap into uncharted territory for both of you, a risky move that could either cement your connection or create an irreparable divide. Yet, the allure of it was too strong to resist. “Can I kiss you?”

Your voice came out breathier than usual - breathier than it ought to be. “Yes.”

Swiss finally closed the gap, his lips touching yours softly at first, not wanting to let loose too quickly and scare you away. He’d already crossed multiple boundaries today, he couldn’t bring himself to cross another. His hands came to your biceps, thumbs rubbing over the clothed skin in a comforting up and down motion. It wasn’t until you’d decided you were ready for something more that he finally let up.

Still in his uniform, you grasped onto his collar and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss and earning a little grunt in response from him. His left hand travelled upwards as your tongue gained access to his mouth, and eventually you felt his bare palm over your neck, thick fingers gently squeezing at the sides. You whimpered into his mouth, the sound so delicious on his tongue and reverberating in his ears, sending blood rushing south. That one sound did things to him he had never imagined. That one sound made him vow that you were going to cum around his cock tonight, with his hand wrapped around your throat.

He broke the kiss to torment you further, as if his actions on stage the last few days hadn’t been enough. As he spoke, his hand remained on your throat, and his voice was barely above a whisper. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you? I can feel your shakes of excitement. Those moans. The light in your eyes.”

“Please.” You said. As he squeezed at the sides, you could feel the restriction but not enough to cut of air supply entirely. Your head felt light and dreamy, eyes hooded with lust, hands grasping onto his forearms tightly to help you steady yourself. You begged, for what you couldn’t say. Maybe it was just force of habit; maybe it was your brain telling you to say it because he liked it; or maybe you wanted him to do unspeakable things to you while his fingers threatened to close your airways. A delirious smile painted on your face as though you were descending into madness the longer he touched you. His hand on your throat wasn’t enough for you. You imagined his other hand between your legs, dipped into your cunt. You wanted his fingers to violate you, roughly penetrate your walls and hit that spot hard over and over until you were screaming out for him.

Regardless, he approved, confirming this with a hum, voice so low it sounded like a tiger’s purr. “Please what? Use your words, tell me what you want.”

“Your hands.”

“My hands, hm? Doing what?”

“Touch me.”

He ghosted his lips over yours. “I am touching you.”

You took his free hand into yours and guided it to your waistband, dipping it below the fabric and hovering above your core, already wet and ready for him. “Here, too.”

“Greedy pup. No, baby. If I’m going to touch you, I’m going to do it properly.” He removed contact from you completely and took a step back. “Undress yourself.” You watched him remove the watch from his wrist, eyes fixated on his hands. “So desperate to have me touch you. Come on, baby. Don’t make me ask you again.”

You nodded dumbly, slowly removing items from your body until you stood bare in front of him. Swiss, in that time, had been removing his own clothes, except he was left only in his underwear. He placed one final kiss against your lips, feather-light and leaving you wanting, but still grateful for the attention. “On the bed, sweet baby. Spread your legs for me.” He instructed.

You followed his orders like a soldier to their commanding officer, eagerly hopping on the bed and exposing yourself to him. Where the confidence came from, you couldn’t say. In a normal situation, you’d be much more modest or tasteful with your movements, hesitant to expose yourself so readily. But there was something about Swiss’ commanding demeanor, his authoritative aura that had the hairs on your body stand on end, electrified in anticipation of what was to come. He had you wrapped around his little finger so quickly, it should have scared you. You weren’t one to easily submit. Yet you watched him climb over your body with hunger in your eyes, and mischief in his. You zealously sucked on his thick, middle fingers when he placed them in your mouth, and shivered when you felt them prod at your sopping entrance.

His digits met no resistance as they breached your walls, tapping the secret button inside that made your mouth fall open in complete pleasure. The squelch of your juices drowned out your little whimpers, and sped up as his tempo became more and more vigorous. Your body shook with the ferocity of his movements, and your fingers clutched onto the bedsheets to divert the energy from your mouth and cope with the overwhelming feeling boiling up inside you. You had to remind yourself of your location, that you were sharing a wall with a colleague and that you couldn’t be too loud; but Swiss simply tutted.

“Am I not making you feel good?”

You had to force air back into your lungs. “You are!”

“Then why can’t I hear you?”

“I-” You didn’t know what to say.

“Let me hear those slutty little moans, baby. Or I’ll stop.”

“No! Don’t stop, please don’t!”

“Then,” as he moved his fingers inside you, his other hand came to your throat, “be loud for me. And play with your clit.”

At the feeling of him restricting your esophagus again, combined with both of your hands working in tandem with each other, you had begun to reach heights you’d never been able to achieve with another person, even yourself. There were times when you were in the throes of touching yourself, when your own hand was desperately working yourself to orgasm, that you’d choke yourself in order to feel the ecstasy you were begging for. But it wasn’t quite the same - it never was. Yet now, your finger was frantically rubbing over yourself as your other hand moved from the bed sheets to clutch around his wrist as it gripped tightly to your neck, deliciously sending you back into that state of delirium.

Swiss knelt in between your legs, allowing your hips to buck wildly. His eyes were fixated on your face, cock hardening at the sight of you. Your eyes were rolling back into your skull, your mouth hanging open as if you were possessed. You were one tongue and a few tears away from a perfect ahegao, but there was still time. He’d make sure of it.

“Swiss!” You called out helplessly from below him, weak, vulnerable, half-crazy with the feelings he was making your body feel. He couldn’t deny just how delicious his name sounded coming from your swollen lips, oozing with need and desperation. Your mind was completely his; your body gifted to him willingly in your need to be choked and dominated. His name was the only thing you’d remember while he had you under his touch - under his fist. “G-gonna cum!”

“Yeah?” His voice was a little higher pitched, condescending. “Is my perfect girl gonna cum all over my fingers, hm?”

“Yes! Yes! Lucifer, yes!”

“No, no, no. Not on my watch, baby girl. Lucifer can’t make you feel this good. Who is?”

“You are!”

“Say my fucking name.”

“Swiss! Fuck! Cum-cumming!”

Vesuvius had nothing on your eruption. He paled in comparison to the earth-shattering explosion that set off inside you, and forced its way out without your knowledge. You poured yourself all over him, bathing him in your sacred water while your throat screamed bloody-murder beneath his hand. Fingernails dug into his skin as your body shook, cunt clenching tightly around him. Your vision, when you were able to think coherently again, was black in the corners from the intensity of your orgasm. As your orgasm subsided, Swiss’ hand pulled out of you and took over from yours, gently rubbing circles into your clit and making your body clench with little pockets of sensitive aftershocks. He wouldn’t stop until you told him to, and those words weren’t falling from your lips so he continued his ministrations, working you into over-sensitivity, gradually picking up the pace until his fingers were ferociously working you up towards a second orgasm; and you, the ever-willing recipient to his torture, accepted those gifts graciously, desperately calling his name as your mind went dumb from the pleasure.

Tears were falling from your eyes this time, and you clenched around nothing when you felt his broad tongue lick them from your face. All the while, his hand never left your throat.

His cock was girthy - average length but thick, and it met no resistance as it slid into you. His thigh hooked under your knee and lifted your leg further up the bed, allowing yourself to open up even more to him, and granting him the ability to bury himself all the way inside you, only stopping when there was nothing more to give. Every single one of your nerve-endings were standing on edge, holding matches to light the third fuse of the evening and preparing to hurt you in all the best ways. Swiss’ hand was on your throat, applying a similar amount of pressure as before while forcing your head in place to keep eye contact with him as he bottomed out. The drag of him against your walls, stretching you, filling you, was exquisite. His eyes, burning hotter than embers bore into your own, creating a depraved yet intimate moment as he geared up to fuck you into the mattress.

“Oh that’s fucking it, baby girl.” He moaned out in pleasure above you, savouring the tightness he’d buried himself inside. He removed the pressure from your neck to allow you some respite, but he kept it there to remind you of his intentions. “Fucking hell. If I’d known your cunt was this good I’d have taken you much sooner.” He began to thrust into you, resting most of his weight onto his other hand. His pubic mound rubbed against your clit, hairs tickling you and providing a small amount of stimulation. “This pussy was Hell-sent just for me, wasn’t it? Shit. So fucking perfect. You open up so well for me. So fucking wet for me, shit!”

He picked up speed. “Fucking ruining me. Why would I fuck another slut when I’ve got you, hm? So willing, and pliant,” he applied pressure again and watched your eyes light up, “and freaky. Oh shit!”

He was speechless for a while, focussing on the sound of your cunt swallowing him over and over again, squelching for him in appreciation of his hard work. He looked down to watch the cream of your pussy gathering around the base of his cock - well, all of it that wasn’t streaming down your folds and gathering on the sheets below you. So fucking tight and wet for him. He’d never been with anyone quite like you. The way your pussy opened up for him, the tears you were crying because of him, your screams of ecstasy. It was almost too much.

“Open up for me, baby girl.” He told you, and once you obliged, a string of his saliva dripped from his mouth into yours. He was laying claim to you wherever he could and groaned deeply when he felt you clench around him, becoming impossibly tighter. “Fucking hell - you loved that didn’t you? My beautiful, dirty whore. Touch yourself for me again.”

Your hand snaked down between your bodies to rub at your clit again, harshly and quickly stroking yourself in desperation of your third orgasm. You could tell that he wasn’t far off himself, erratic thrusts announcing how close he was. All the while, you were mewling beneath him - screaming for him. The drag of his cock against your walls, working alongside the tightness of his hand around your throat intermittently squeezing, was pulling you ever closer to the edge of euphoria. Just a little more and you’d fall - a little more and you’d be free.

“Swiss!” You shouted his name repeatedly, begging him over and over.

“I know, baby. I know. Keep going for me, that’s it. Fucking shit. I’m never gonna stop fucking this pussy. Where can I cum? Please tell me I can cum inside you.”

“Yes! I want it inside me. Give it to me, please!”

“Oh fuck! I couldn’t stop if you said no, baby. Can’t pull out. Too. Fucking. Good.” Each word was punctuated with a particularly hard thrust that sent your body up the bed a little. “You gonna cum, hm? Gonna cum on this goddamn dick?”

“Yes! Fuck, Swiss! You’re gonna make me cum!”

“Do it, baby. Cum for me.”

He tightened his grip one final time, keeping his pace while you kept yours. Your third orgasm was violent in all the best ways. Your vision was the first to go, eyes glazing over and rolling back as drool poured from your open mouth. Your hands cramped where they sat, digging your fingernails into his strong arm while rubbing your clit to completion with the other. Your back arched, your lungs refused to fill with air. Your voice was silent as your body convulsed in pure, unbridled pleasure while your mind swam with delirium from the subtle air restriction.

“There we go, baby girl. That’s it. Fuck - I’m g-gonna cum in this tight fucking cunt. Shit!”

Swiss came next, his seed pouring deep inside of you and painting your walls white. After your third orgasm, he selfishly chased his own, temporarily using you as a toy to tip himself over the edge and meet you in your euphoria.

Your hearts were racing from the adrenaline of the moment you’d just shared. Swiss could hear yours as he collapsed on your chest, his cock softening inside of you. You were both too tired to move, too sensitive to feel the cold. He wrapped your leg over his hip and rolled off you, hands and your leg pulling you with him. As soon as you both made eye contact again, his lips met yours in a desperate and needy kiss. This one, however, wasn’t intended to get you both riled up again ready for a second round, though, the longer your lips were attached and your hands roamed over his body, you could feel him chubbing up inside you. “You’re fucking incredible, you know that?” You whispered. “Thank you.”

Swiss chuckled. “I know, but it’s always nice to be reminded.” Another kiss, but this time your hand gripped onto his hair and pulled a little. “Don’t fucking do that or I’ll have to fuck you harder.”

You tugged again.

“___.” He warned.

You didn’t heed it and pulled one final time.

“Right,” he pulled out of you and flipped you on your stomach, “remember, you asked for this.”

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