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October 27th

Double Penetration In Two Holes, Papa Emeritus III, Dracopia x GN!Reader

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Warnings: Double penetration in two holes; bisexual Terzo and Copia; mild olfactophilia; fellatio; spit as lube; anal sex; public sex; sex in a chapel; loss of virginity; voyeurism; fingering; degradation kink; praise kink; multiple orgasms; spanking; cum eating; finger sucking; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; piv sex; GN!Reader; throat-fucking; minor blood play;

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!! Terzo and Copia are not related in this fic !!

🔞 MDNI 🔞

In the hush of the night, the chapel stood as a silent sentinel, its ancient stones cloaked in the silver glow of the moonlight. The air inside was still, carrying a sense of reverence that hung heavy in the dimly lit space. Stained glass windows, adorned with intricate designs of Satanic saints and demons, cast their vivid colors onto the cold, polished stone floor. Each pane was a jewel of “evil” history, its hues now muted by the darkness but still whispering tales of faith and devotion in the bright light of the moon.

Cardinal Terzo, unable to sleep found himself, barefaced, chested and footed wandering down to the peaceful place to gather himself and calm his racing mind. Candelabra clutched in his thick fingers so as to not disturb his superiors; the slaps of his feet hitting the stone as he entered the chapel echoing throughout the ancient walls. He stood still, silent for a moment, eyes darting around the nave as his ears picked up something he never expected to. Wracked sobbing, faint but audible, was coming from somewhere nearby.

Terzo, slowly, made his way up the aisle, looking in the darkness for the source of the anguish, heart pounding in his chest in fear - he didn’t know what, or who he would find. As he approached the crossing, a dark figure came into view. A male, slender, dressed in black and hunched over. He was sat on his knees, with his head in his hands, sobbing into the palm of his hands, brunette hair a mess from the tugging he’d subjected it to no doubt in whatever stress he had felt in that moment. Terzo got a peak at the nose, the strong, rather large appendage he’d grown accustomed to seeing around the Ministry since his teenage years some two decades ago. This was none other than Brother Copia, the lanky, weedy young boy who had been raised here since birth now a 21-year-old Sibling of Sin who showed great potential. He was bent on the chapel floor, red from the stained glass window reflecting off his body in an artistic fashion. And, given the pain of his sobs, no doubt his heart had shattered like one of those very windows.

“Brother Copia?” Terzo gently called out to him, a safe distance away but his gentle, concerned voice amplified by the Gothic dome in the centre of the crossing.

Copia’s head snapped up towards Terzo, his eyes red and puffy from the tears but his irises now the colour of blood. His ears, Terzo had finally noticed, were longer than usual and much more pointed, like an elf. In that moment, it had become apparent to Terzo what had occurred here on this night.

“C-Cardinal,” Copia sobbed, hand flying to his chest where Terzo had scared him, “I didn’t hear you… you startled me.”

“My apologies, it wasn’t my intention. Why are you crying?”

“I ache… everywhere. I’m tired; exhausted, even. I’m starving but no amount of food I eat even begins to hit the right spots. I was down in the kitchens just trying to get food but the siblings were looking at me as if… as if…” Copia sobbed again, much louder this time. “I was a monster!”

Terzo had only read books on this growing up, had only heard stories from decades prior. Never had he come across this in real life, nor had anyone that he knew. Somehow Copia had ingested vampiric blood and in the time between then and now, he’d died and been reborn as a vampire; one of Satan’s darkest soldiers. And the worst part of it all was, Copia had no idea about any of it. He had no idea what he had become was, indeed, the monster the kitchen Siblings had feared, but it was by no means a bad thing. This sweet, awkward young man, who instilled feelings of pity and irritation was now one of the most important members in the Dark One’s fight against the oppressive forces that plagued their world - and no one had prepared him for it.

“What is wrong with me?” Copia asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Fear was in his eyes, prominent in his shaking hands and wobbling speech. He was scared of himself - or maybe deep down he’d already understood what he was capable of.

“Brother, I think there is something you should know.” Terzo began recounting everything he learned as a child, sitting beside the lost Sibling as he told tales of immortality, and the Devil’s hand touching those He wished to bless with the gifts of life and death. Copia, once a mere, male mortal capable only of dying, could play God, could choose whoever he wished to join him in undeath, and create his own children using his blood, now still around his dead heart.

Copia didn’t believe the Cardinal at first - who would? There were times when his own Satanic faith wavered and he found himself doubting the power of the Olde One. If he didn’t even believe in his own father in Hell, how could he believe these old wives’ tales of night stalkers and blood drinkers? It wasn’t until Terzo reached into Copia’s mouth and sliced his index finger on his canine teeth that Copia began to believe these stories were true.

The way his nose twitched at the smell of Terzo’s blood; at first inhalation, the dominant note is one of iron—a metallic tang that is inherent to blood itself. The metallic undertone carried with it the essence of life, a reminder that within this crimson fluid lies the very sustenance that nourishes the body and fuels existence.

Yet, beneath the metallic foundation, there was a subtle and alluring note of coffee. It was as if Terzo’s blood had absorbed the essence of freshly ground coffee beans, the aroma of a rich and robust brew that invigorated the senses. The coffee note was warm and inviting, conjuring images of early morning rituals and the comfort of a steaming mug in hand. Warm and inviting, the perfect two words that could sum up the Cardinal and how he had always made young Copia feel.

These two scents had Copia’s stomach growling as if there was still life inside him. The way saliva pooled in his mouth at the sight of Terzo’s blood pouring down his finger and pooling in his palm. Copia had no idea his body was reacting, that he was turning to face the Cardinal, crimson eyes now glowing with the need to quench his thirst. That his mouth was drawing ever closer to Terzo’s palm. That his lips were parting enough to expose his fangs.

Terzo, in an effort to escape and not get blood everywhere, tried sliding backwards, dragging his ass along the stone. But the force of Copia’s body landed on him, pushing him backwards and forcing him to lie flat on the floor, Copia crawling on top of him to reach the blooded hand that was now extended above his head.

Somewhere in the struggle, humanity returned to Copia and he suddenly realised what he was doing. He was going to back away, apologise profusely for his behaviour and beg for forgiveness. But he was aware of Terzo beneath him, of the Cardinal’s legs spreading ever wider and allowing Copia to settle nicely in between them. His brain, one of the few organs that survived the change, recognised this moment as intimate… sacred… sexual. His still blood warmed in preparation and began to travel down to a very familiar appendage, filling him up nicely underneath the looseness of his tunic. With the closeness of their bodies, there was no way Terzo was unable to feel the hardness of Copia’s cock.

Terzo, like Copia, wasn’t thinking. He should have let Copia get off him and walk away. He should have fought harder for his life and allowed Copia to leave before things took a turn for the worse. But Terzo’s brain was also aware of the position he was in, how he was trapped underneath a fledgling vampire who barely had control of his own fangs. He was also aware that there was only two items of clothing separating his fluttering hole from Copia’s deliciously thick and hard cock. That thought was what clouded Terzo’s judgment, and had his clean hand wrap around Copia’s neck and pull him down.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, mostly awkward with tongues and teeth smashing against each other until a rhythm was found that was pleasurable for both. Copia’s one hand kept him propped above his superior, while the other made its way to Terzo’s thick waist and pinned him down desperately, despite the fact that Terzo had no intention of going anywhere.

Terzo was the first to break the kiss, reaching up slightly and attaching his lips to Copia’s neck causing Copia’s hips to buck forward and rub his cock against Terzo’s. Both groaned at the sensation. “Th-this is wrong.” Copia said. “We should s-stop. I might k-kill you.”

Cardinal Terzo pulled away and looked directly into Copia’s eyes. “I can’t think of a better way to go, no?”

Copia chuckled and rested his forehead against Terzo’s bare and hairy chest. “Cardinal!” He grumbled, trying to pretend he wasn’t amused.

“Look at me.” Terzo ordered. He waited until Copia obeyed and looked into his mismatched eyes. “I trust you.”

“But I’ve never… You would be… my first.”

“First… meal? Of course.”

“First time. Wait meal?”

“You are a virgin!?”

“Hold on,” Copia pulled back, “I feel like we’re not on the same page here.”

“I would be your first meal and your first fuck? What contract do we have to sign? Get inside me already.”

“Cardinal.”

Terzo sat up and took Copia’s head in his clean hand. “Do you trust me?”

“Sì.”

“I trust you. Now,” he patted the pew they were sat in front of, “pull up a pew. Get comfortable.”

Copia sat on the seat with his legs spread and watched as his superior awkwardly walked on his knees towards him, settling in between his thighs. With his clean hand, Terzo began lifting Copia’s tunic and once Copia got the hint, he helped, taking it off entirely and throwing it somewhere in the chapel leaving him naked and vulnerable to Terzo’s whim. His cock, thick and hard now, rested on his stomach, leaking precum and waiting for Terzo’s… well, something. Copia wasn’t sure what Terzo would do to him.

Terzo removed his sweatpants, revealing his own cock to Copia, which became the second part of his body that Copia drooled over. When Terzo got back onto his knees, he wasted no further time, spitting directly onto Copia’s cock and taking him into his mouth.

Copia gasped at the foreign feeling, unable to fathom the sheer pleasure he was feeling. He had touched himself, of course. He spent most of his late teenage years exploring his own body, but his own hand never compared to this. To the sloppy feeling of Terzo’s mouth dragging up and down his shaft; to the way Terzo’s tongue took care at the tip of his cock, and played with his frenulum. How had Copia gone this long not putting his cock down people’s throats? How had he spent as long as he had not partaking in carnal lust as was required of him by Satanic law?

“Oh, Sathanas!” Copia exclaimed. Terzo had hollowed his cheeks and increased the suction on Copia’s cock, intensifying the feeling. At the same time, he pushed down so his nose was flush with Copia’s pubic mound and the tip of his cock was down Terzo’s throat. Copia’s hands flew to Terzo’s black hair and grasped on as tightly as he could, trying to keep himself grounded, but it was unsuccessful. His head flew back and his throat released a shout, so loud it echoed against the walls and could have drawn attention to the chapel had this been a different hour.

Terzo pulled off with a pop. “I know my mouth feels incredible, but you do need to be quiet. Unless you want to be caught?”

“I’m sorry, Cardinal. I couldn’t help it.”

Terzo smiled, a shit-eating grin plastered all over his face clearly proud of his work. He bent down and went to take Copia into his mouth again, but Copia’s hand stopped him. “Please, don’t. I’ll cum if you do and I don’t want to. Not yet.”

Terzo laughed and stood. “Ah, virgins. Three minutes and they’re done.” He straddled Copia’s lap. “We’ll have to work up your stamina, sì? Keep you nice and hard for all the Siblings you’re going to fuck in your future.”

Terzo lined Copia’s cock up with his ass. “Wait!” Copia said. “Don’t we need lube?”

“That is why I slobbered all over your cock, my sweet boy. You’re also,” he began to sank down on Copia’s cock, “lucky I am a seasoned slut.” Copia’s hands flew to Terzo’s hips and gripped on, sinking his nails into the flesh. Terzo wasn’t gentle with his movements, bottoming out immediately. “I got railed by Cardinal Secondo’s Ghoul this very evening after his duties were finished. Though, I must say,” Terzo grunted, “you are much thicker than he is.”

“Cardinal,” Copia leaned up and kissed Terzo deeply, “please stop talking.”

Terzo laughed but nodded, allowing Copia the mental relief of his blabbering so he could focus on not cumming instantly. Little did Terzo know, it was already a mental struggle for Copia to just be this close to him, especially with the scent of Terzo’s blood still strongly wafting throughout the room and directly up his nostrils. The coffee smell and the feeling of being balls deep inside Terzo had Copia’s head reeling. It was almost too much for the poor boy. He was unbelievably hungry and now he was achingly hard and trying not to cum, he was losing his virginity while also mourning the loss of his life. So many thoughts in that little brain of his, so much to think about, but all quietened by the fact that there was a Cardinal ready and waiting to bounce on his cock when he gave the go ahead, tightening his walls every so often as if he were trying to drive the poor vampire mad.

“Are you ready, my little bat?”

Copia swallowed hard and nodded, nerves getting the better of him.

Terzo tentatively bounced, and tried not to laugh at the face Copia pulled at the feeling of it. He bounced a few more times, slowly, making sure that Copia was doing well enough before he picked up the pace. His hands holding onto Copia’s shoulders for leverage, well aware that his dried blood was now touching Copia’s skin and exceptionally close to his mouth. He saw Copia’s nose twitching as he smelled it, but Terzo said he trusted Copia and he meant it.

“Sathanas!” Terzo moaned softly.

Desperate moans were spilling frantically from Copia’s lips in time with each movement of Terzo’s hips.

Terzo bent down to kiss Copia once more, before uttering, “Touch me.”

Copia swallowed once more and nodded, moving his large hand down to Terzo’s cock and began stroking it as if it were his own. Terzo, already sensitive from his previous escapades, was on the verge of cumming himself, he just needed that extra push. And the feeling of Copia’s hand wrapped around his cock was the push he so desperately needed.

“I’m cumming.” He announced, and then moments later began spilling his seed onto Copia’s stomach, his mouth open in a perfect ‘o’ and his eyes watching the way his cum gathered on Copia’s skin.

Copia, now almost at his climax, pulled Terzo down and kissed his neck at the most sensitive spot before sinking his teeth into Terzo’s neck and feeding from him for the first time.

Terzo’s blood smelled sweeter than before, almost like a toffee nut latte. It could have tasted like it too had it not been for the metallic undertones. Copia released a deep and gutteral groan at the first lick of Terzo’s blood, and pulled his body closer and closer as he took his fill, all the while Terzo was lazily stroking his own cock to oversensitivity. When Copia was full, or close to it without hurting Terzo, he pulled away and thrust into Terzo’s ass several times before cumming deep inside it, watching as the blood from the open wound cascaded down his neck, across his chest and fell onto Copia’s body, dripping and mixing with what was left of Terzo’s cum.

For a while, all that could be heard in the chapel was their heavy breathing as they recovered from their short, but sweet encounter, Terzo dizzy from the loss of blood but alive. Copia did everything he could to stop the bleeding, and was successful eventually. But Terzo had lost a significant amount and it would take him a while to recover.

That night, he was able to guilt trip Copia into carrying him back to his room, and Copia watched as Terzo slept after Terzo’s quick, replenishing meal, making sure that Terzo was, in fact, okay and he didn’t take too much of his blood. That was the scariest first night as a vampire for Copia, terrified he’d killed one of the few people to show him kindness at the Ministry. But when Terzo’s eyes opened the next morning, Copia could breathe a sigh of relief.

As the years had marched on and the weight of time settled upon his shoulders, Papa Emeritus III often found himself drifting back to the vibrant tapestry of his youth, like an old, cherished book whose pages he couldn’t help but reopen. He often thought back to the night in the chapel and how it felt to be woven within Copia’s life so imperatively as he was. How he still wore the 30-year-old bite scars on his neck with the utmost pride, a badge of honour representing the baby bat’s first successful feed.

There had been casualties throughout the years, Copia’s lack of confidence triggered a particularly rough dry spell for the vampire where he refused to drink another drop from a living being again, which ended up doing more harm than good, especially when there was a raging, bloodthirsty vampire on the loose around the Ministry. He was able to reign it in as he got older, of course, and he grew into his abilities both vampiric and sexual.

It had been so long since the last time they touched each other; after the night in the chapel they would sneak off to that very room regularly for a quick fuck and feeding. But one day, presumably after Copia became Cardinal their meetings just stopped. Copia’s dark, yet intoxicating aura kept drawing other members of the Clergy in and Copia was enjoying his meals from various playthings, a harem if Terzo was being honest. Terzo’s own Cardinal duties meant their schedules never aligned and so the two drifted apart. But there were times when Terzo would be bouncing on a cock where he would allow his mind to drift off to that night, and remember how it felt to take many of Copia’s firsts. Terzo was sure he would never relive that night.

Yet, in the hush of the night, the chapel stood once more as a silent sentinel, glowing silver in the moonlight. The air inside retained a palpable sense of reverence, just as it had in ages past. The very same stained glass windows, adorned with intricate designs of celestial angels and unholy saints, cast their vivid colors onto the cold, polished stone floor.

Papa Terzo, troubled and restless, found himself in this sacred haven once again. Barefaced, chest exposed, and feet clad only in the softest of slippers, he had ventured here to seek solace and tranquility, just as countless others had before him in days of old. Clutching a candelabrum in his sturdy hand, he moved with deliberate care, ensuring not to disturb the tranquility of the sanctified space. The echo of his footsteps reverberated through the ancient walls as he entered the chapel, standing motionless for a moment, his vigilant eyes scanning the nave, and leaving the candelabrum by the door. It was in that timeless silence that he heard something he had never anticipated.

It wasn’t sobs he heard echoing off the ancient walls this time; not sounds of anguish and despair; he couldn’t taste the fear and woe that he could thirty years prior. He smelled sex, he heard the breathless moans of two enthralled in the most cardinal of sins. He saw Cardinal Copia’s bare back, brunette hair messy atop his head and pale white skin littered with dark scratches. In his lap on the pew, he saw you, the prettiest of all the young things gracing Copia’s harem, straddling the Dark Cardinal with your eyes closed and your face contorted with such pleasure. You had no idea your Papa was there in the nave, watching you both with morbid fascination as you rode Copia’s long, slender fingers.

He knew how it felt to be Copia at that moment, knowing firsthand how good your tight, wet cunt felt. You were, as it happened, his favourite plaything. His most obedient, good, little slut who always promised him that your cunt was his to play with. Though he never actually believed it, he just found it amusing to see you so pliant and willing for another man when you always seemed so shy. He wondered how many others you gave yourself to, how many others you’d lied to so that you could reach orgasm. What a truly, devious, desperate little whore you were.

“I remember when you used to do that to me, Cardinal.” Terzo announced, making you jump and your eyes snap open to look at him.

Both Terzo and Copia laughed at you.

“I borrowed your whore, I hope that’s okay.” Copia said. He didn’t care if it wasn’t okay, he always took whom he wanted and challenged anyone to challenge him. He could be a dick sometimes, that was part of the reason he had so many people fawning over him.

“Papa-” You reached for Terzo, your body weak and exhausted. Your voice was hoarse, no doubt from where Copia had had you screaming for him before Terzo had got there. Terzo recognised the sounds, and knew from your reactions that you’d cum multiple times already. And judging by how pristine your body looked, Copia hadn’t had his fill of you; rather, he enjoyed watching you beg for mercy.

Terzo gave you his hand and moved towards you both, kissing the back of your hand and stroking your hair gently. “How many times have you made them cum?”

“Two. Working on the third.”

Terzo tutted. “Were you never taught to not play with your food? Or in this case, torture it.” Though he was talking about you, he was looking at you, revelling in the way your face showcased your ruin.

“Of course, Papa. But,” Copia moved his free hand to your ass cheek, “I want this one sweeter than a fucking peach.” He slapped your bare ass, hard, and had you yelping out and tightening around Copia’s fingers. He bent down to bite your hip - not hard enough to puncture and draw blood, but hard enough for you to feel it.

Terzo feigned sympathy and finally addressed you. “Oh, tesoro. Is he torturing you?”

“Papa, please!” You were begging him, clutching onto his hand and staring up at his bare face in desperation. But you didn’t even know what you were begging for.

“You want your Papa to help you, è corretto?”

“Please!”

He moved his hand from your hair to your face and tenderly stroked it. “Do you think you deserve help when you lied to your Papa?”

Copia gasped. “They lied to Papa?”

“They did. They told me that sweet, little cunt of theirs belonged to me. Yet here they are allowing another man’s fingers inside of them.”

“Oh mi povero Papa! You should have heard how they were begging for my cock earlier.”

“Well this just won’t do, will it, Cardinal?”

“No it won’t.”

Your desperate voice sounded as your hips bucked faster and faster against Copia’s fingers. “Cardinal, I’m so close, please!”

“They want to cum, Papa. Should we let them?”

“Well, seeing as they’re so desperate to orgasm, I think we should.”

You came for the third time on Copia’s fingers, clenching around him so tightly he found it difficult to move them. Instead, he had to focus on your clit to keep you overstimulated and brain dead as you came for him, for them both. Both of their eyes were trained on you, focussed on how your face contorted again, how your body shook with the force of your orgasm, and how you tried, but failed, you keep your voice low.

Copia pulled his fingers out of you and raised them to Terzo’s mouth, and he sucked them in willingly, hollowing his mouth around the digits and fervently licking every drop of your cum off Copia’s skin. He groaned at the taste, and only pulled away when he had deemed them acceptably clean.

“Are they ready for your cock now, Cardinal?” Terzo asked.

Copia nodded, “They are. And I’m ready for yours.”

As you sank down onto Copia’s cock, his thickness stretching your wet walls beyond comprehension, you watched Terzo pull his sweatpants down and off completely, to reveal his achingly hard cock to the coolness of the room. Your hands rested on Copia’s shoulders for purchase as you began bouncing, setting a slow pace to begin with and allowing your little whimpers to echo throughout the chapel. Copia tipped his head back, his neck exposed to you and resting on the back of the pew, his mouth open and waiting. Terzo, eyes focussed on you, began feeding his cock down Copia’s throat, inch by inch until he was fully seated down his throat. You watched Copia’s slim neck expand to accomodate Terzo’s length, and clenched when Terzo let out a deep groan formed at the pit of his stomach.

“Just like that, Cardinal.”

With each of your bounces, you jolted Copia’s body which in turn had him move against Terzo’s cock, only a little though. It was for that reason Terzo moved his hips and began to fuck Copia’s throat. Slowly at first, he didn’t want to hurt Copia, but eventually his need was too great and he found himself thrusting harder and harder. His body leaned forward, and was supported by two of his hands on the back of the pew and one of his feet, the toes curling around the bench to give him leverage to thrust. This position allowed him to, when you leaned forward too, get right up into your face and pepper you with sweet kisses. “How does the Cardinal feel, tesoro?” He asked.

“He’s s-so big. So deep!”

“Where can you feel him?”

“I-in my stomach.”

A muffled growl could be heard from between you, Copia’s voice reacting to your words. That growl vibrated around Terzo’s cock, which pulled another moan from his throat. The good thing about vampires, both Terzo and Copia had discovered during their youthful escapades, was that they didn’t need to breathe, which meant that Terzo didn’t have to do the courteous pull-out.

Terzo removed one of his hands from the pew and wrapped it around the back of your neck, pulling you in for a deep and passionate kiss. Your face, red and sticky from sweat, too irresistible. Terzo needed your lips on his, and he needed them immediately. Though when he pulled away, he gripped onto your hand and brought your fingers to his lips. Like he did with Copia’s fingers, he sucked them into his mouth, the action entrancing you like a witch’s spell.

This time, however, your fingers were getting sloppier and sloppier each second they were in his mouth, and eventually, he released them with a pop. “Open your asshole for me, tesoro. Get yourself nice and stretched.”

You did as you were told, taking your now lubricated fingers and stretching yourself out to fit Terzo’s cock. Copia, now registering that your mind was preoccupied, held your hips still and began to thrust into you at a rough pace from beneath, getting his pleasures while you were preparing for your Papa.

Terzo, at this point, had moved back to almost his original position, except the hand that was on your neck had begun resting on Copia’s, squeezing his esophagus and making that hole so much tighter around his cock. “Cazzo!” Terzo shouted. “This throat takes me just as well as I remember, no?”

Copia grunted in response.

“Always so willing for my cock, Cardinal. Always took what I gave so willingly.”

Copia’s hips slammed into you harder at the memory, his cock hitting against your cervix every time and forcing loud, uncontrollable screams out of you.

Terzo gasped, as if something had shocked him, and pulled out of Copia’s throat completely, sitting down on the pew behind him and catching his breath. “Fuck, that was too close.”

“Losing your stamina, old man.” Copia taunted, his voice deep and gravelly from the exertion. His smile exposed his fangs, and his tongue ran over them, teasing Terzo. His Cardinal makeup, the black eyes and upper lip, was completely ruined by Terzo’s efforts. The tears that Copia had cried while Terzo was deep in his throat had rubbed off in a perfect tear line down the sides of his face, and the lipstick he wore had disappeared completely, replaced by pale pink, swollen lips. A particular thrust inside your cunt, however, had the Cardinal pulling his head off the pew and looking at you, mouth wide open and brows furrowed in animalistic pleasure. “This fucking cunt!” He yelled, continuing to slam into you at such a rate that stole your breath.

“Now you see why I keep fucking them.”

“I might have to steal them from you - make them my own.”

“We share them.” Terzo stood and walked around the pews, settling himself behind you. One of his hands went to your waist, just above Copia’s, while the other went to your hair and pulled your head to the side, exposing your neck. He began to kiss up and down that sensitive spot, both men ignoring your overwhelmed cries and using you for their own pleasures and agendas. You saw the possessive look in Copia’s eyes as he watched Terzo kiss right on that sweet spot on your neck, the very spot Copia was going to feed from. Unbeknownst to you, Terzo was also staring at Copia as he was taunting him, living for riling the vampire up and thoroughly enjoying what it was doing to you. “We share them.” Terzo said once more.

“We share them.” Copia repeated through gritted teeth.

“I’m r-ready, Papa!” You screamed as Copia maintained his speed and intensity. This only slowed when Terzo ordered him to.

You heard Terzo spit on his cock to re-lubricate himself, give himself a quick tug, before he started pushing into your ass.

Your eyes almost bugged out of your head as Terzo entered you. He was gentle, of course, Terzo usually was at first. But with Copia’s thick cock already buried so deep inside you, it was more than difficult accommodating them both at the exact same time. “Almost there, tesoro.” Terzo said, kissing your shoulders to comfort you. “You’re doing so good for me. Taking us both so well.”

Copia’s eyes and hands were now roaming all over your body hungrily, feeling the life rush through you as your heart pumped faster with adrenaline. He could smell the spike in your blood, the extra sweetness released by the three orgasms he’d already given you. Copia’s sensitive senses detected a multifaceted aroma from the scent of your blood. Initially, it was a delicate floral fragrance, reminiscent of rare blossoms that only thrived under the full moon, creating an ethereal and intoxicating essence. Underlying this was an earthy, grounding note, evoking ancient forests and damp soil. Deeper still, there was a subtle, forbidden sweetness, like condensed nectar from countless flowers, tempting yet taboo. Lastly, a comforting warmth permeated, suggesting hearth and home, sparking a longing for connection beyond Copia’s immortal existence. In the end, the scent of your blood was akin to the finest aged wine, a treasured and savored rarity.

And Terzo, after all those years apart, still smelled exactly like coffee.

“Are you ready, tesoro?” Terzo asked with one final kiss to your shoulder.

“Yes, Papa.”

“What do you want, dolcezza?” Copia asked.

“You.”

“Who?”

“Both of you.”

Terzo smiled, “you have us.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“As you wish.” Copia said.

They both began thrusting, picking up a pace easily. This, of course, wasn’t the first time they’d shared a sibling more than willing to whore themselves out for the pair of them, and this wouldn’t be the last. They both fell into a perfect rhythm, only thrusting in when the other had pulled out, and maintained this even as their speeds picked up. Copia was slouched on the pew, allowing him more leverage to fuck into you, but Terzo was immediately behind you. His skin touched yours. He was so close, you could hear his grunts and whimpers directly into your ear.

“Look at you,” Copia began, his voice low and strained, “taking us both like a fucking whore.”

“Merda!” Terzo exclaimed. “Cardinal, that filthy mouth of yours. Be kinder to our tesoro.” Those ‘filthy words’ though, had both of your holes fluttering around them, and even got into Terzo’s head. He got off on the fact that you got off to being abused in such a manner, thoroughly enjoying your tightening ass.

“They want kind? Fine.” Copia’s hand moved down to your clit and he started to lazily play with it using his thumb, causing you to cry out once more.

“They love it when you play with their clit, Cardinal.”

“So good for us, aren’t you, dolcezza?”

When you didn’t reply, they laughed.

“Poor little thing, so cock drunk and brain dead.” Copia said, feigning sympathy. “I think we’ve ruined them.”

“I guess they want us to stop.”

“No!” You screamed. “Don’t stop - please don’t stop! F-feels so fucking good. I love your cocks!”

“Which is better?” Copia asked.

Your eyes widened, fully comprehending the question. “I c-can’t choose.”

Terzo, “You have to, or you won’t cum.”

Copia, “We’ll pull out and leave you like this.”

You, “No, please! I can’t decide. I want them both. I need them both! Fuck, I’m so close, please!”

Copia, “You want us to share you, eh? You want us to keep fucking you like this?”

You, “Yes!”

Terzo, “You want to hang off our dicks like this whenever we want to use you?”

You, “Yes! Fuck! Please, please, please!”

Copia, “Aw. Papa, since they asked so nicely…”

Terzo, “Cum, tesoro. Cum for us.”

You came hard, stilling against them and grabbing onto any limb you could possible grab onto. Your head fell back against Terzo’s shoulder, exposing your beautiful neck to Copia, who, while you were in the midst of your orgasm, had leaned forward and sunk his teeth into your neck, sucking your blood down his throat. The first bite of you, the taste of your blood had him cumming deep inside you, hitting your cervix at the final thrust and painting your walls white with his seed. The tightness of your ass from the orgasm and the eroticism of watching Copia devour you, had Terzo’s cock twitching and cumming into your hole, also gripping onto whatever part of your body he could find and burying his face in your shoulder. He had to restrain himself from biting you, too, knowing that it would hurt you more coming from him than the vampire attached to your neck.

From the exhilaration of the whole event, you passed out cold. After your orgasm, you don’t remember a thing, except when you woke up, you had a pounding headache and your bottom half ached deliciously. You opened your eyes, only to be met with the almost total darkness of Terzo’s bedroom, and no doubt, Terzo lying behind you, his arm over your waist protectively as his sleeping frame held you close to him. As your eyes opened further, you saw Copia sat on the armchair in the corner of the room, a book in his hand. But his attention was on you now that he knew you were awake.

“Good morning, dolcezza.” He said. He placed the book down and walked over to the bed, lying down in front of you and scooching up to press his body close to yours. He placed his arm over your naked waist where Terzo’s body hadn’t claimed. As you moved your neck to watch him, you felt a twinge of pain as though it were bruised at Copia’s bite. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore.” You replied, honestly.

“Mi dispiace, amore mio. It seems I overdid it last night. I took a little too much blood than I ought to.” He kissed your forehead. “Can you forgive me?”

“Nothing to forgive, Cardinal.” You yawned. “Just a mistake, right?”

“Of course.”

“Then nothing to forgive. Forget about it.”

“You need to rest more, dolcezza. When you wake up, Papa will order his Ghouls to get you some breakfast.”

“Will you sleep here with us?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes… please.”

Copia smiled at your adorableness. “Then, sleep here I shall. Good night, little one.”

“Good morning, Cardinal.”

And sandwiched in between Papa and the Cardinal, you drifted back off to sleep.

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

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Ghostober / Day 12 - Orgasm Denial & Sex Toy

Phantom couldn't resist Rain's invitation and got wrecked like never before 💦

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#rain ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #rain/phantom #ghostober 2023 #ghostober #kinktober #fanart #ghost band fanart #nameless ghouls #sketch #the band ghost #ghost bc #illustration #my art #nsft #raintom

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Ghostober Day 6: Creampie

Pairing: Papa IV/f!Reader Word Count: 806 Tags/Warnings: p in v sex, unprotected sex, accidental creampie, don't worry - reader very much enjoys it

NSFW under the cut/Minors DNI

The decision to not use a condom was an impulsive one. You battled internally with the idea, weighing the pros and cons over and over in your head—it was an important decision to make, after all. But the thought of being so intimate, so impossibly close with Copia, made the choice easier. Especially when his cock twitched at the suggestion.

It was almost impossible to keep him off of you—or, rather, out of you—after that. It was unfamiliar and new, but so exciting. Raw flesh against flesh as Copia’s cock stretched you open, everything wet and warm and throbbing. You wouldn’t have it any other way after this (and, frankly, you don’t think he would either).

The sounds that fill the room are enough of a testament to how good you both feel. Your moans and his grunts are interspersed with the wet sounds of sex. Copia has his arms wrapped around you tight as he drives into you from behind. His movements are borderline animalistic, rutting and humping you as he growls nonsensical praise into your ear.

“Molto bene, tesoro. You feel so fucking good.” Copia’s breath is hot and heavy against your ear, strained by layers of desire and need. “You’re so…ah, so wet for me, yeah?”

Your hands and knees are sore, and your muscles tense as they tremble from each of his thrusts. “Fuck yes. Sathanas, it feels so good, Papa…”

“No, no, cara,” he groans. “Say my name. Let me hear you say it.”

“Fuck, Copia…don’t stop, don’t stop.”

The breathless sound of his name on your lips is almost enough to tip Copia over the edge. His thrusts turn quick and short, desperate for every ounce of pleasure he can get. His sounds almost overtake yours as he pants and groans against your neck.

Hearing him so desperate as he moans so carnally for you makes your decision not to use a condom extremely worth it. Any consequence is completely lost, buried beneath layers of pleasure as you near ecstasy.

Copia’s hand snakes downward, fingers brushing gently across your skin until they glide over your clit. The sensation makes you squirm under him. Your hips buck into his hand, rolling against his body. Copia smiles against your neck, reveling in the sound of your cries.

“Come on, cara. I wanna feel you cum around my cock.” You moan at his words. You can feel the way your walls flutter and throb around him. “Cazzo, I don’t think…I can stop...”

You barely register his words, too focused on the pleasure you feel to care about his implication. “Don’t stop. Please, Copia. Keep going. Make me cum, please.”

The intimacy of the moment is unmatched. Neither of you hold back, every ounce of ecstasy coursing through you uninhibited and overwhelming. Another firm thrust of his hips and swirl of his fingers has you falling apart at his touch, your entire body squirming and throbbing as your orgasm hits you hard.

Copia follows suit, his thrusts sporadic before his hips come to a harsh standstill. Your mind is hazy, overpowered by lust and pleasure as you feel his taut body wrapped around you. All you can recognize are his heavy breaths panting against your neck.

Then, clarity comes to you suddenly. You turn your head, trying to catch some glimpse of his figure behind you. The words escape you for a moment. Swallowing hard, you finally break the silence. “Did you…did you just cum in me..?”

Copia seems hesitant before he replies. His gaze flickers between you at the conjoined spot between your bodies. “I…yes, I…I did.” He pants, his voice clearly apologetic. “I’m sorry, I could not help it, amore…it felt so good, I didn’t want to stop, I—”

“Do it again.”

“...what?”

“Do it. Again.” You’re almost surprised by the conviction in your own voice. Copia certainly is, too. “Don’t pull out, just fuck your cum deep into my pussy. I don’t want a single drop to fall out.”

“You…you are serious?” Copia’s practically frozen behind you, stunned by your eagerness.

His consideration is sweet, but there’s no doubt in your mind that being filled by his seed is the hottest thing he’s done for you so far.

“Dead serious.” You assure him. There’s a fire in your eyes that captivates him, something primal he’s never seen in you before. “And don't stop fucking me until you pump another load in me.”

Copia wastes no time fulfilling your request. Your overly sensitive, sweat-slicked bodies move in perfect tandem until he delivers upon your command. The unfamiliar sensation of his seed leaking out of you and dripping down your thighs is addictive. It’s no wonder Copia hurriedly leans back just so he can look upon sight with his own eyes.

Neither of you were keen on using protection any time after that.

#ghost bc #the band ghost #papa emeritus iv #papa iv #ghostober 2023 #kinktober 2023 #clown's stuff

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Essential Oil

Flufftober Day 2: Napping

Pairings: Mountain X GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Summary: It’s literally just napping with Mountain

Warnings: None

Word Count: 524

Notes: Read here on ao3. Find my flufftober prompt list here. @ the anon who requested the Phantom X Reader for this prompt, trust that it will be written, just as a separate story. I’ve gotten a lot of Phantom X Reader prompts, so I’m trying to make sure I have them dispersed and not repeat the pairings two days in a row. Much love ~Bat <3

After a long day of chores, you were looking forward to relaxing, preferably in your own room. It wasn’t like the chores were awful or that there were too many. Sometimes it’s just too draining to do work in that regard, especially when you’d much rather stay in bed or go out and have fun.

Yeah, you had a few days to yourself, but chores can suck, and they’re chores for a reason. They could be fun, but they weren’t.

It also doesn’t help that it stormed last night, keeping you up and only allowing you to get a whopping two hours of sleep. All you knew was that it was time for a nap.

It felt like such a long walk to your room to the point that even making it that far was draining your energy. The droll, stone halls of the Abbey made sure to keep the walk boring, other than the few interesting tapestries or paintings that occasionally lined the wall.

You tried to keep yourself entertained, thinking of what you could do for dinner, what suggestions you could give for the garden, and even just thinking about potential weekend plans. Yet nothing kept away the droop in your eyes or the way your feet dragged.

You eventually considered just laying down in the middle of the hallway for someone to find you, but luckily, there was a certain ghoul that you just loved to curl up with right around the corner.

You pushed the doors open to the ghoul’s den, ignoring those who were in the lounge, and making your way to Mountain’s room. The door creaked as you opened it and you noticed the lights off. He was facing the windows, but turned his head when he heard you come in.

His room was warm and comforting. There were plenty of plants lining shelves and window sills, which provided the room with a rich, earthy scent.

“Did I wake you?” You asked, crawling on to the ginormous bed that was filled with pillows, furs, blankets, and whatever else made its way in.

He hummed and shook his head. “No,” he yawned. “I was getting ready to nap, but hadn’t gotten there yet.”

Once you made it under the covers, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, burying his nose in your hair, smelling your shampoo, but also letting your natural scent soothe him.

“You smell good,” he muttered, eyes closed, holding you as close as he could.

You smiled, taking in his own earthy scent that also mingled with the honeysuckle body wash he uses. “You do too.”

“Yeah, but your scent is so…calming. Like my own personal lavender…thing.”

“Thing?”

“I could call you an essential oil, but you are much better than that,” he chuckled.

“Well, I’m glad I’m your personal essential oil,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips. He smiled back and hummed, pulling you impossibly closer.

“I’m gonna nap now,” he mumbled, pressing his face back into your hair.

There was no response from you, but he didn’t need it. He liked the quiet. It was comfortable. It was perfect.

#ghost #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #ghost x reader #the band ghost x reader #nameless ghouls x reader #mountain ghoul #mountain ghost #mountain #mountain x reader #mountain ghoul x reader #mountain ghost x reader #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #ghostober #ghostober 2023

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Kinktober/Ghostober 2023 - Day 2 - Tail Play (Swiss/Dew)

Day 2: Tail Play (Swiss/Dew + cum eating, handjobs, rimming, begging)

Dew is lounging in bed, curled up in a comfy pair of pajama pants and watching some trashy 80s slasher movie on his phone when Swiss slams his bedroom door open.

Dew yelps, startled. “Jesus fuck, Swiss! What the hell?”

Swiss doesn’t answer. Instead he saunters in, grinning down at Dew with a too-wide, toothy smile, and kicks the door closed behind him with another slam.

Dew frowns, unimpressed. His tail flicks in annoyance.

“Take your pants off.” Swiss nods his head at Dew, still balking at him from the bed.

“Uhh,” Dew answers dumbly. He wants to be angry, to put up a fight, but he can already feel his cock twitch, starting to fatten up, taking interest.

“Take your pants off,” Swiss repeats himself. He stalks up to the edge of the bed, holding Dew’s gaze. He’s still grinning, white fangs glinting in the low light of Dew’s bedroom. He reaches out to tug at the string of Dew’s sweatpants, untying the knot and letting the loose ends fall back against Dew’s bare belly.

“Take your pants off,” he repeats a third time.

“Alright, jeez,” Dew grumbles. “So bossy…” Dew lifts his hips to shimmy out of his sweatpants. His cock is fully hard by the time he sits back down on the bed naked, kicking his pants off the other side of the bed to the floor. He grumbles again, feigning irritation, but Dew has never had a bad time in bed with Swiss. Whatever Swiss has in store for him will undoubtedly be worth it.

“On your hands and knees.”

Dew feels his face go hot as he turns to obey, arranging himself on his hands and knees on the blankets. As soon as his face is down he hears Swiss opening the drawer to his nightstand and rummaging around. Then the pop of a cap followed by the slick, wet sound of lube on skin.

Dew exhales a shaky breath, buries his face into the pillows, spreads his knees just a little wider. Arches his back, pretty and waiting and obedient. He expects to feel the blunt head of Swiss’ fat cock nudging at his hole. Maybe two of Swiss’ slick fingers slipping inside him to work him open. Dew’s cock twitches in anticipation.

Dew yelps when instead he feels a slick hand wrap around the base of his tail and tug, pulling him back before sliding wet and warm down the length of him from the base to the pointed spade at the tip.

Dew feels Swiss’ lips find their way to the base of his spine, just at the top of the cleft of his ass. Kissing and licking, trailing little nips down to the base of his tail.

“Ohhhh,” Dew groans out when Swiss grips him again, squeezing with his fist, jacking his tail like it’s his dick. Sliding up and down the length of him with wet, filthy sounds. Dew’s cock spits out a dribble of pre in response.

His tail is sensitive, and the way Swiss is squeezing and tugging at him, pulling him off with a slick fist wrapped around him has him whimpering. He presses his face into the pillows, squirming and pleading for more.

Swiss answers by mouthing at the base of his tail, where it feels so good, almost ticklish. He feels the heat coil in his gut as Swiss licks and sucks at him wet and messy. He laves his tongue across the base where tail becomes spine, biting and kissing as his hand continues to stroke up and down the long, spindly length.

When Swiss pulls his mouth away, Dew whines at the loss. He feels the bed dip as Swiss rearranges himself, grips his tail with two hands and continues to stroke him, hands slicking their way down his tail to the tip, where Dew feels him guide the spade into the wet heat of his open mouth.

Swiss licks at him, trails his tongue across the edge of the spade, laps at the flat of it, wraps his lips around the whole of it and sucks.

“Swiss! Ohhhh, fuck,” Dew cries out, legs shaking and cock kicking, dribbling a wet patch of pre onto the bedsheets between his knees. Dew feels the slick build up between his cheeks, running down his thighs. His body is a quivering, sensitive mess, and Swiss hasn’t even touched his cock once.

Swiss deepthroats his tail, hollowing his cheeks and sucking, jacking Dew off with two hands as he works the tip of him with his mouth.

“Please! Please, Swiss, ohhhhhh” Dew cries out again, rolling his hips. Humping his straining cock pathetically into the air as Swiss works him. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but Dew feels like he might be close to tears. It feels so good, and yet not nearly enough.

Swiss pulls off with a pop, gives one quick nip to the tip of the spade with a sharp fang, pulling a high-pitched yelp from Dew’s lips before he’s kissing and licking a wet trail back up the length of Dew’s tail. He licks and sucks, spit dripping, mixing in with the slick of the lube as he mouths his way back up towards the base of Dew’s spine.

When he gets there, he grips the base in a firm fist and lifts, exposing Dew’s pink little hole. Wet and waiting. Swiss dives in, licking across the twitching, fluttering ring of muscle. He drags his tongue through the slick, mouths back up and across it to lick and suck at the base of Dew’s tail.

It’s all too much, Dew cries out pathetically, clawing at the sheets and drooling into the pillows as Swiss eats him out, sucks at the sensitive skin between his hole and his tail. Tongue running across every inch of him. Down his balls, up to his hole, and back to the base of his tail. He tugs at him as he jacks it off, just on the right side of too rough, pushing and pulling Dew’s shaking body as he works him over. Dew’s cock kicks out another spurt of pre, the tip angry red and the length of him straining.

Swiss takes one hand off of him and Dew can hear fabric rustling as Swiss pulls his cock out, slicking it up with the spit and lube still coating his hand. Swiss jacks himself off as he eats Dew out, squeezes the base of his tail, pulling it up and open, exposing him for his tongue and mouth.

Swiss bites down into the meat of Dew’s ass cheek when he cums. He crowds in, paints ropes of cum across Dew’s lower back, across his twitching hole, shoots across his tail.

Dew whines, arches his back, begging for Swiss to finish him off as he feels Swiss’ warm cum dribble down his skin, mixing in with the wet of the lube and spit already covering his sensitive body.

Swiss is back on him in an instant, curling around to grip Dew’s neglected cock with a wet hand, jerking him off in rapid, rough little strokes. Dew comes with a shout when Swiss dips down, wraps his lips around the base of his tail, lapping up lube and sweat and his own cum. Swiss works him through his orgasm, milking him for every drop as he shudders and hiccups and sobs through it, pressing his face into the tear-stained and drool-soaked fabric of his pillows.

Swiss pulls back with a little kiss to the bruised bite mark he left on Dew’s asscheek and helps to flip him over. Lays Dew down gently into the wet mess of his bed before diving in to kiss him deep, licking into his mouth. Letting Dew taste a mix of himself and Swiss. Dew hums into the kiss, satisfied.

When Dew opens his eyes, Swiss is grinning down at him again. Toothy and smug and looking fucking proud of himself.

Dew pouts up at him, doing his best to try and look grumpy despite the fucked out look on his face. His messy hair and blushing cheeks.

Swiss kisses him again, nips at his neck, nuzzles into him until Dew is making satisfied little chirps and hums.

“C’mon, Spitfire, stop pouting,” Swiss offers, scooping the little ghoul up in his arms. “Let’s get cleaned up and then you can finish watching your movie in my bed.”

#swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss/dew #swiss/dewdrop #dew/swiss #dewdrop/swiss #ghost band fanfic #ghost fanfiction #ghostober #kinktober 2023 #ghostober 2023 #ghoul-slime fic #another wet one folks

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the lost myth of true love

Day 2 of Kinktober- Tail Play

[prompts courtesy of the lovely @kroas-adtam ]

Explicit | Mountain and tWaterDew

Summary: Mountain introduces Dew to a new world

below for your consumption :)

Its a perfect late afternoon, Mountain thinks. He’d managed to finish his work in the greenhouse earlier than expected and he got to watch the start of the sunset as he was locking things up. On his way back to the ghoul wing, he got to watch some of the ministry children play in the courtyard– hopscotch is what they said when he had wandered over and asked. As he weaved through the hallways, a nice cool breeze followed and carried with it, the decadent smell of Aether’s workings in the kitchen. It was all peaceful, and it was some much needed calm.

But what really tops the cake for Mountain is what’s waiting for him just atop his nest. He cracks his door open to see the new water ghoul leaning against his pile of furs and cushions with a book in his hands. He recognizes it almost immediately– a hardbound edition of Metamorphoses by Ovid. Dew looks up at the earth ghoul and his face warms with a smile.

The two had gotten very accustomed to each other in the months since Dew’s summoning. The way their elements entwined made things easier– they just both got each other. They knew how to coexist together in perfect harmony and neither could be happier. Where things changed was during one stormy night, a mere few weeks since Dew had come topside.

Mountain had peered into Dew’s room that night after he heard small whimpers. He saw Dew’s skin, slick with sweat and he felt so hot he was almost burning. When Dew moaned as Mountain’s fingers met his skin, Mountain knew what was happening. He helped him through that night, his first heat. He held him close to his chest as he buried himself deep. He listened closely to each moan and each high pitched whine whenever he prodded at that special spot that made Dew see stars. Everything from that night is burned so deeply into his mind– and he wants to give Dew more. He’d give Dew his heart if he could.

“Where are you at now?” Mountain asks as he rids himself of his work clothes, stripping down to his boxers and a white sleep shirt.

“Im just about through Orpheus and Eurydice.” He watches Mountain pad over as he sets the book down on the bedside table. The earth ghoul continues his stride until he’s crawling towards Dew. He straddles a pair of spindly thighs and reaches forward to cradle Dew’s cheeks in his hands. He places a chaste kiss on his lips.

“What do you think of it?” He brings their lips together, this time for a real kiss, not actually giving Dew any time to answer. His tongue slips in past Dew’s lips and he swallows the moan that rumbles from Dew’s chest. He pulls himself back from Dew to get a good look at his puffy lips and flushed cheeks. It takes Dew a second to remember that Mountain had asked him a question.

“He really loves her,” He says, breathless. “Really, really loves her.” He knows that it sounds juvenile, hell it even feels that way too, but Dew can't find any other word to describe it. Orpheus loved Eurydice so much, enough to descend into the underworld for her. His love was so grand, so intense that it swayed gods. It was impossible for Dew to even describe a fraction of that with mortal words, they just wouldn't do it any justice.

“Yeah he does droplet.” Mountain punctuates his words with carefully placed kisses right over Dew’s eyelids. Then his nose. Then the sharp angles of his cheekbones. He keeps going, doing his best to touch his lips to every atom that makes up his love.

“Does he remind you of anyone?” There’s a joking tone to Mountain’s voice. Dew just gives him a nice hum.

Of course he reminds me of someone Mount. He says the words to himself, lets them echo in his mind because he’s too nervous to speak them aloud. Instead, he crashes his lips back onto Mountain’s. He cant say it, but he’ll do his damn best to show it. He laps greedily against Mountain's mouth, pulling him impossibly closer. Dew drinks him down like he’s the first sip of water after 40 days and nights in the desert.

There’s no retreat in his efforts, and soon enough Mountain feels like he’s actually stealing the breath from his lungs, unable to take a proper breath with the way Dew seems intent on consuming him. He taps Dew’s neck, and it's enough of a gesture that it seems to pull Dew back from the edge.

Mountain takes in a few breaths to get his bearings before posing what should be some of the last coherent words of the evening. “Can I show you something?”

“Anything.”

Mountain peels himself out of Dew’s lap and situates himself against the headboard. He watches the confused look plastered across Dew’s face as he pats his hand on his leg.

“C’mere.” Dew keeps the confused look but follows the request, facing Mountain and straddling his thigh.

“You’ll tell me to stop if you don’t like it right?” In all of the moments they’ve shared like this, Mountain always asks.

“Always Mount. But what’re you talking about?” Dew knows that Mountain wouldn't do something to hurt him, but now knowing what awaits him has nerves twisting in his gut.

“Just give it a sec hmm?” Mountain says as he cradles Dew’s face again, drifting his thumbs over the delicate skin. “I need you to drop your glamor for this love.” Dew obliges, releasing the hold he has on his magic, ridding himself of the near constant tension at the crown of his head.

As he relaxes, the skin on his neck opens up to reveal his gills, glowing just like the bioluminescent swirls that paint the rest of his skin. His scales along his arms shimmer in the warm light of the sunset. The sight makes Mountain gasp. It's something truly special to witness Dew’s true form, and he savors it everytime.

Dew watches as Mountain lets his hands drift to his waist and squeeze at them affectionately. He stares at how far his fingers reach– Mountain’s fingers could wrap around his whole body with no effort. But what really gets Dew going is the quickly growing tent in Mountain’s boxers. He grinds down against Mountain’s leg then, searching for some type of friction now that he has an idea of what’s in store for him.

Mountain rocks Dew forward, making him lean flush to his chest. He brings a hand to the space between Dew’s bony shoulder blades and uses the grip to hold Dew close. His other hand laces itself into the soft, golden hair and tugs on it just enough to angle Dew’s face towards him. He gives one last kiss on the tip of Dew’s nose before tracing his finger down Dew’s spine. He feels each ridge and feels goosebumps form. He stops just above where a certain appendage juts out of their mortal vessels.

“You ever touch yourself here droplet?” He asks as his large hand wraps around the base of Dew’s tail. Dew mumbles a quiet no, almost as if he was embarrassed. What a shame, he thinks, Dew should know every bodily delight, especially considering how sensitive these human bodies are. A twisted pride blooms in Mountain, another addition to his ego. Another first for Dew, at his own hands.

“N– no,” Dew stutters, unable to pull in a full breath with the sudden fire coursing up his spine. “Fuck… that’s sensitive.”

“That it is bug.” This time, Mountain strokes it, starting at the base and gently tugging a few inches.

“It turns out shoving hellbeast into human bodies lands us in some fun situations. Some wires get crossed when we drop our glamours, the body doesn't know what to do with our tails.” He speaks almost aimlessly as he continues to tug at Dew’s tail.

“I remember when Zephyr first had me like this, they were my first too.” This time, Mountain lets a finger drift to the underside of Dew’s tail, stroking at the space between it and his tight hole. That was Mountain’s own spot. Even the slightest touches sent him hurtling towards the edge. What’s the harm in trying it on Dew?

It turns out, there’s a lot of harm. Dew just about lights on fire as Mountain skims the rough pad of his finger against him. It's too much and not enough at the same time. His brain cries out for it to stop, but it begs for Mountain at even the slightest suggestion of him slowing down.

“I was a little newer than you I think,” The gentle movement of his hand stills as he removes his finger and drags his thumb over the sensitive base instead. Dew feels like his face is about to melt off. He digs his head into Montain’s shoulder and exhales into the sturdy muscle. It doesn't work. He doesn't know how Mountain can stay this calm and collected as he falls apart in his lap.

He tries to coach himself through the fog, tries to breathe through each slow brush of Mountain’s hand. It proves just as futile.

“That’s a good boy,” The praise doesn't really make sense to him, he isn't doing anything, or at least that's what he thinks. “Take what you need baby.”

He realizes he’s been unknowingly grinding his still clothed cunt over Mountain’s thigh, coating it in slick that he’s sure is making a wet spot on the bed below. Mountain has been able to feel each twitch of Dew’s cock against him and it's done nothing but spur him on. It's almost become a mission to him, to pick Dew apart until he’s a bumbling mess.

“Mount, you gotta… wait. Fuck, hold on” Dew contests. He doesnt know how much longer he can last.

“Are you sure?” Dew knows how to make this stop, he knows exactly what word to say to get Mountain’s hands off of him.

“-yes. N–no. I dont know.” Dew sounds like he’s on the verge of tears, but Mountain knows they’ll be good ones. “Can I cum Mounty? Please?”

Mountain feels his heart bloom at the request. He weaves his free hand into the hair on the back of Dew’s head and runs his nails over his scalp, scratching at that spot that calms Dew down during thunderstorms and bad bus rides and turbulent flights. He comforts him, because what’s about to happen is going to hit him like a truck.

“Of course my love,” He thinks he’s more excited about this than Dew is, he’s always excited when he gets to make his siren feel good.

Mountain holds him to his chest tight, and spurs on each roll of his hips with a stream of ‘good boy’ and ‘there you go’ whispered against his temple.

“Get me nice and messy droplet, whenever you’re ready.” It doesnt take much more for Dew to tumble off the high cliff of his pleasure. One soft brush of Mountain’s finger against the underside of his tail has him cumming silently as he keeps rutting against Mountain’s thigh. To drive it home, Mountain wraps his hand around the base of his tail one last time and squeezes softly, just until he feels a wet gush against his leg.

“So good for me Dew, you did so well.” He whispers his praise as he pries his hands away from the now sensitive muscle and brings it up to Dew’s lower back. He feels each twitch of the small body on him, each jerk as his body works through the earth shattering orgasm. Underneath it all, he can feel the gentle rumbling of Dew purring.

Dew doesn't know how to express himself after that, and even if he could, the words wouldn't come out how he wanted them to.

“That… was. Mount, that–”

“I know.” Mountain says it so matter-of-factly that if he wasnt spreading gentle touches across Dew, he’d think that he was bored.

“You?” Dew asks. ‘What about you?’ is what he means to ask, but the words get lost between his brain and his lips.

Mountain chuckles at the fact that the first thing Dew does is ask about him. He always wants to check on everyone else, he wants to make sure they’re taken care of. Even if it means that sometimes, he’s set on the backburner, letting himself be burned by the flames.

“Im fine Dew.” Mountain insists, hoping its enough to convince Dew to relax for once. Stubborn as he is, the water ghoul doesnt let up. He musters up some strength, just enough to angle his head so that he’s almost face to face with Mountain.

“Let me help Mount, you didnt….” The worry that drips from his words makes Mountain’s heart swell. The love they have for eachother knows no bounds.

Mountain buries his nose into Dew’s hair and inhales the cool, crisp scent of his arousal. “I did bug. I did.”

#the band ghost #mountdew #mountain x dewdrop #water dewdrop #water ghoul #earth ghoul #dewdrop ghost #fire ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #ghost band #nameless ghouls #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #kinktober 2023 #kroas kinktober #ghostober 2023 #ghost kinktober 2023

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bloodsuckingfiends · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 3: Gloves

Pairing: Aether X Rain

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, anal, medical setting including stirrups because I want desperate and vulnerable Rain, gloves, milking, cum, Rain's in heat, he's whiny and desperate because of course he is

A/N: Oh boy, I had a long ass weekend. Friday the 13th was my birthday, which I spent at a horror convention, and I'm fucking draineddddddd. But now I'm home, and tomorrow shall be a rest and recuperate day in which I will try to crank out some more of these prompts, because guess who's coming down with a cold? It's me. I'm the one getting sick, and my already fucked up body can't handle this shit.

As much as Rain missed having Aether play on stage alongside him, he’d be lying if he said that Aether’s new job didn’t have perks. Aether now worked in the Ministry infirmary in his retirement, not as a doctor or a nurse. No, Aether worked as a heat aid, and with an uneven amount of ghouls in the den, Rain was in need of his… aid.

So here Rain was, sitting in the waiting room, impatiently tapping his toes, and picking his cuticles to distract himself from the aching throb he felt in his painfully hard cock. When Aether finally opened the door to his exam room, and called Rain’s name, Rain felt his hole grow wet with slick in anticipation of what was to come, before he got up to follow.

Aether handed Rain a gown, “Just protocol”, he had told the water ghoul the first time he had to make a heat aid appointment. Rain’s face and chest flush as Aether turns around and busies himself with paperwork, while he undresses.

“Go ahead and lay down for me, and whenever you’re ready, go ahead and put your feet in the stirrups.” Aether spoke as he sat on a stool at the end of the exam table, pulling light blue latex gloves over his big hands. A shiver ran up Rain’s spine and heat bloomed in the pit of his stomach at the sight. Aether’s big thick hands straining against the smooth rubber. There was no doubt in Rain’s mind that the big ghoul had to order one of the largest sizes of gloves to fit him, and the thought made his breath hitch as he did what he was told and lay back into position. His eyes focus on the white ceiling above him, counting the tiles; an easy distraction.

“You know the drill by now, hm Rainy?” Aether says, squirting a liberal amount of lube into his gloved hand. Rain nearly whines at the affectionate nickname, but nods instead and then hums an affirmative, almost too soft to hear over the click sound of the lube bottle closing.

“Okay, I’m gonna touch your thigh now.” It’s what Aether does every time. A simple, courteous gesture so Rain doesn’t jump at the first contact that’s hidden behind the flimsy gown.

Aether’s gloved hand is cold against Rain’s warm skin. His touch is feather light, barely there, as he slowly moves upwards. So, so close to where Rain needs him most. It feels as though Aether is dragging this out, feels like it’s hours rather than seconds before Rain finally releases a strangled cry at the sensation of slick latex against his tight balls and up the underside of his shaft.

“So pent up, so much pressure, huh?” Aether says almost off-handedly as his hand moves back down to cradle Rain’s balls, weighing them in his palm. Rain whines in response, his hips lifting a little bit.

“Stay still.” Aether’s other hand gently presses Rain’s hips back down.

The water ghoul chews on his lip, trying, and failing, to desperately stifle the whines and moans that threaten to spill from him. He couldn’t tell if it was his heat, or just the fact the sheer clinicalness of everything, was what was making him so, so needy. His cock twitches, causing Aether to hum low in his throat. Rain lets out a choked whimper when Aether finally takes his cock into his slick, gloved hand, and starts working over his length.

“That feel okay?” A lube slicked finger begins to circle his fluttering rim, before pressing into him, stretching his hole open. Rain’s thighs tense in response, his toes curling. It feels as though every nerve in his body is alight as Aether milks him internally and externally.

“Need you to cum for me Rainy, can you do that for me?” Aether says, tone even as he curls his fingers to pet at Rain’s prostate while the fingers on his other hand make soft circles around the tip of his cock.

“I’m gon- I’m gonna come, fu-” Rain’s reply is cut-off by a moan, his back arching, eyes scrunching shut as his dick spurts out rope after rope of hot cum.

“Good boy Rainy.” Aether murmurs, as he milks Rain to the last drop.

“Now, did you want to make an appointment for next month, just in case?” he removes the soiled latex from his hands before disposing them and washing up, glancing back at his quivering patient who blissfully nods as an affirmative.

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #aether x rain #rain x aether #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #aether ghoul x rain ghoul #ghostober 2023 #nameless ghoul smut #aether x rain smut #jo writes #kinktober 2023

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dewedup · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 1 - High Sex/Tentacles Monsterfucking

IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR!

@jimothybarnes and I decided to tackle this together, we'll be taking turns writing/posting and it'll be a collaborative effort for each piece we post!

This is all based around the amazing prompt list by @kroas-adtam!

Pairing: Swiss/Rain

Words: 1,739

“Is that-“

“A tentacle, yeah.”

At Rain’s words, Swiss feels his brain go through a series of events. At first, it’s reeling, thoughts flying by at the speed of lightening. Then it’s eerily quiet, his mind going completely blank, a barren shell of where his brain used to reside. Finally, it’s like an explosion.

Read it under the cut or here on AO3

Swiss and Rain pass the joint back and forth as they relax in the sunlight on the dock. Their feet kick lightly in the water beneath them, soaking up the sun and enjoying the company of each other.

“Favourite animal?”

“Axolotl.”

“What the fuck is that?” Swiss sputters, choking on the smoke as he exhales, almost positive that Rain just made up that word on the spot. The water ghoul giggles at the bewildered look on Swiss’ face. He tries to compose his facial expression, but the grin he’s sporting would need superhuman strength to suppress.

“An animal.” Rain deadpans, lasting a whole five seconds before he’s busting out into laughter again, clutching his stomach at the sigh of exasperation Swiss releases beside him.

“Yeah, no shit. Got any more info or did you just say it to sound quirky?”

“Hey!” Rain protests, smacking Swiss’ arm at the insinuation. “They’re real, and I’m quite knowledgeable. Especially animals that thrive in water. It kind of comes with the territory of being a water ghoul.”

“All water animals, yeah?” Rain nods in confirmation at Swiss’ question, tossing a goofy smile in his direction. Swiss reaches over to crush the roach of the joint against the dock. He seems deep in thought, or just… maybe regularly in thought? Rain’s having a hard time wrangling his stream of consciousness, the cloudy haze of the weed making him pleasantly blissful. “I think my favourite animal would be an octopus, which I’m sure you’re quite knowledgeable about.”

An idea hits Rain as the words leave Swiss’ mouth, his grin doubling in size as he leans in to whisper conspiratorially.

“Wanna see a trick?”

“Absolutely,” Swiss doesn’t hesitate to answer, already watching the ghoul in front of him with anticipation. He’s pretty sure he’ll find whatever Rain’s about to do endearing. He has a soft spot for the water ghoul. He’s so busy getting lost in Rain’s eyes, he doesn’t notice anything amiss until there’s a nudge on his shoulder. He reaches a hand up subconsciously, swatting away whatever it is.

Except, it’s… well, it’s kind of wet? Slimy, almost. And it has a texture Swiss has never felt before. His head snaps to the side and his eyes are level with the intruder.

“Is that-“

“A tentacle, yeah.”

Swiss would never admit it, but he watches a great deal of tentacle porn. A borderline unhealthy obsession. He always thought it looked too fake.

He can now confidently say they weren’t too far off.

It’s purple in colour, tiny little suction cups along the bottom of the appendage. What they missed were the details. The way he can see the veins crawling underneath the outer skin, supplying blood all the way to the smooth tip. It glistens, most likely from tiny little pores along the surface to produce lubricant.

It looks so inviting. Swiss raises a hand but freezes before he makes contact.

“Can I-I mean, is it okay if I touch it?” It doesn’t surprise Swiss that his question comes out like a plea, begging for permission, pleading for consent to lay his hand upon this utter perfection before him. Rain seems a little confused, looking at the multi ghoul intently, trying to uncover why exactly it looks like he’s about to come in his pants at the thought of touching his tentacle. It might be a little odd, but he’s had weirder things happen. So, he shrugs, lifting the appendage from where it sneaks out from underneath his shirt, a little closer to the multi ghoul.

“Yeah, go ahead.”

It’s the green light Swiss needs. He’s running his fingers lightly down the length of the tentacle, sometimes stopping to wrap them around it, testing out the girth of the extra limb. One time he gets bold, when he’s got his hand wrapped around it, he gives a firm tug, basking in the feeling of the veins passing underneath his grip.

He freezes as Rain lets out a cut-off moan, like the ghoul himself is surprised the noise has left his mouth. Swiss looks up, meeting Rain’s wide eyes. He almost snatches his hand back, wanting to apologize for whatever just happened between them.

But he’s also high as fuck, and he wants to hear that noise from Rain again.

He gives another experimental tug, watching as the water ghoul’s eyes roll back, eyelids falling half shut as he releases another filthy groan.

Swiss surges forward, trying to capture the taste of Rain’s moan with his own lips, his tongue forcing its way in to clean up any lingering notes of desperation. Rain shudders against his lips as Swiss starts jerking his wrist along the tentacle, growing more confident with every stroke.

He pulls back to watch Rain crumble in reaction to his touch, Swiss’ eyes drinking in the visual of the ghoul falling apart beneath his hand like he’s never seen him do before.

“Swiss,” Rain whines, claws coming up to bury in Swiss’ shirt. He’s clutching pathetically to him as he continues to shake with every other slip of Swiss’ hand. Swiss can’t form a coherent thought. The only thing keeping him grounded to this realm is the way Rain’s mouth forms his name like a hymn, the claws scratching lightly against his chest, and the slick sensation of running his hand up and down the tentacle.

He wants desperately to burn this entire encounter into the recesses of his mind. He’d never watch porn again if he could close his eyes and see this image imprinted there forever.

“Swiss I’m gonna… Fuck, Swiss I think I’m close,” Rain’s voice cracks and it pulls Swiss back from where he was floating above his own body, taking in the scene like it was crafted specially for him. He supposes it is, and thinks he should thank Lucifer for every single thing that’s happened in his life leading him to this moment. He glances down at the rapidly growing damp spot on Rain’s shorts, curious to see if he’ll come without Swiss paying any attention to his cock.

“What if I put it in my mouth?” The question surprises even Swiss, unsure that was the direction he was heading in until the words have already been said, unable to take them back now. The needy gasp that Rain answers with is enough to make him positive that he doesn’t want to rescind the request.

“Fuck, I-Swiss, yes.”

“Say it again.”

“Please put my fucking tentacle in the filthy little mouth of yours.” Rain rasps, and the words go straight to Swiss’ dick, his own pants looking in no better condition than Rain’s. He ignores his achingly hard cock though and uses his hand to bring the tentacle closer to his face, his gaze travelling over the surface of the appendage.

Swiss sticks his tongue out, licking timidly at the head of the tentacle. The lubricant coating the surface is salty, with an underlying taste of Rain that has Swiss swallowing down the saliva that starts pooling in his mouth. Rain mewls in a high-pitched tone, the tentacle pulsing underneath Swiss’ firm grip.

Without a second thought, Swiss wraps his lips around it. He suckles gently, the discharging lubricant reminding him of pre, just a thinner texture. He slides the tentacle further into his mouth and pauses as the little suction cups on the bottom catch on his tongue. It hinders his movement slightly, but he’s no stranger to a little adversity. He pumps his hand along the tentacle as he continues to suck a little harder, moving his tongue as much as he can with the new restraints.

“Swiss,” Rain hisses, and it’s the only warning Swiss gets. Rain shudders, letting loose a garbled mess of Swiss’ name and a loud moan, the patch on his shorts darkening and growing as he comes untouched. Swiss is a little surprised. Usually in the videos he watches online the tentacles ejaculate as well, but Rain’s panting and slumping with the mess in his pants being the only evidence of their time together.

Swiss starts to try and remove his tongue from its entrapment when Rain breaks out a sharp, drawn-out cry. Instantly his mouth is being pumped full of liquid, too much so he’s drowning in it. He can’t pull back with his tongue still tied up, so his only option is to keep gulping down the release, swallowing desperately. Just when he thinks he might not survive this tentacle ejaculate, it finally ceases. He’s panting and can feel the liquid sloshing around in his otherwise empty stomach.

He has to exert some effort to remove his tongue from the clutches of the suction cups, being extra mindful of his teeth and razor-sharp fangs. Rain whimpers at the struggle, getting louder when Swiss finally frees himself.

“That was…” Rain trails off, his chest moving rapidly with how heavy his breathing is. Swiss sticks his tongue out, poking at the slightly raised circular bumps that are sore to the touch. He glances up from under his lashes at the water ghoul, who’s observing his movements closely. Swiss pushes his tongue out a little more, pointing accusingly at the marks he is sure must be visible. Rain breaks into another bout of laughter, arms wrapping around his stomach as he slumps forward, giggling wildly.

Swiss starts to chuckle too, laughter building until he’s wiping tears from his eyes.

“That was fucking wild,” Swiss agrees, shaking his head at the absurdity of the situation. He feels like he’s in a dream, that there’s no way this can be real. But he watches as Rain reels back in his limp tentacle, sliding back to where it had appeared underneath his shirt, no longer as imposing of a sight since it emptied itself into Swiss’ willing mouth.

“I didn’t know it’d feel that good,” Rain offers with a blush, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You can do that whenever, yeah? Like whip that thing out?”

“I mean, yeah?”

“Okay, good. I might have a few different ideas of how we can make that feel even better, for both of us.”

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iamthecomet · 6 months

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hey hey hey i will literally gift you my first born to see the dew & cumulus fleshlight fic i am setting up the ritual as we speak i am serious

Hi, yes, hello. I come barring gifts. Good news is: I do not require firstborn children. But I do take payment in baked goods. In other words:

Kinktober Day 12 - Toys/Orgasm Denial.

A little over 1.5k of mostly unedited Cumulus/Dewdrop, fleshlight usage, mean (in her own special way) Cumulus, and overconfident Dew.

tagging @miasmaghoul because I can.

Cumulus finds the toy in Dew’s bathroom. Sitting on the corner of the sink. Beads of water still clinging to the plastic folds. She looks at it. Touches the silicone. She drags her fingers over the opening. It’s vaguely vaginal in look, but feels cold, a little too stiff. There’s very little softness when she dips her fingers into the hole. Silicone clinging to her fingers.

She thinks of the little ghoul, spread out naked on his bed. Hard already. Waiting for her. The desperate way he’d nuzzled up to her. His fingers dragging along the inside of her wrist, over her thigh. A hand slipping between them while they sat and watched the movie with the rest of the pack. Squeezing every once in a while. Solid and warm.

She can’t help but think of him using this. Hips rabbit quick as he holds it in one hand. Sweat beading on his brow, as he fucks a silicone approximation of a cunt when he has copious options for the real thing just a handful of doors down the hall.

She tucks some of her snowy curls behind her ear. Looks at her reflection in the mirror. Lips already kiss bitten. Nipples pebbled against the thin cotton of her worn t-shirt. She curls her fingers around the toy, and walks out of the bathroom. Back into the oppressive heat of Dew’s room.

He’s where she left him. Sitting up against his headboard. Legs crossed. Cock half hard against his hip. Hands behind his head. Lounging in the flickering glow of the fire in his hearth. She holds the toy behind her back. Sways back and forth a little as his eyes flick over to her.

“What’cha got?” He asks, pale eyebrow quirking up. A smirking digging at the corners of his lips.

She climbs up onto the bed next to him before she shows him. Producing the fleshlight from behind her back with a flourish. Dew groans. Eyes closing, head thumping back against the headboard.

“Lus, come on.”

“Am I not good enough for you now?”

He opens his eyes to slits to peer at her. He curls an arm around her waist, glues her body to his. “You know that isn’t–”

“You sure? Looks like you just used it–”

He rolls his eyes. Eyes darting between her face and the toy. “Swiss got it for me as a joke.”

“And you tried it anyway.”

He deadpans. “Can you blame me?”

She can’t. Especially not with her extensive collection of dildoes and straps. She’d stick her dick in it too if she had one. But the way he’s blushing about it makes warmth pool low in her stomach.

“How was it?” she asks. Can’t help it. She’s under his skin and she has to stay there. Wiggle deeper. She rests her head against his chest while she waits for him to talk. Takes the option away from him to look at her face. His fingers clench on her side.

“Didn’t even cum in it.”

“No? Why not?”

Dew shrugs beneath her a little too quick. “Dunno. Couldn’t.”

Cumulus is glad Dew can’t see the way her face splits into a smile. She flicks her tongue out to trace over his nipple. He hisses. She hears his head thump against the headboard again. He’s going to give himself a concussion if he doesn’t stop.

“Show me.”

He tenses beneath her. The hand carding up and down her spine pauses mid-stroke. She nuzzles against him when he doesn’t answer right away. She kisses him wherever she can reach. Soft lingering brushes of her lips. She circles his nipple with her tongue, sucks on it just enough to make him gasp.

“Why?”

She tugs on his piercingwith her teeth. He arches against her. He digs blunted nails into her back, holds her closer. She shrugs.

“You say you can’t cum in it, prove it.”

Dew stills again and Cumulus waits for him to say no. To back out of this. She’ll let him. She’ll toss the toy aside and slide into his lap. Sit on his face. Ride him until he gets misty-eyed. It’s easy, a game.

So she’s surprised when he pulls the silicone from her hand. She straightens up. Moves out of the circle of his arm to sit higher on the bed, her shoulder brushing his as she settles in to watch.

He spits on his hand, gives himself a couple of cursory stokes just to get himself wet, and then pushes in. Bringing the toy down on his straining length. He winces as he does, looking over at her with his eyebrows raised as if he’s already won the game by not blowing it the second he pushed inside.

“You should use more lube, it might be better.”

Dew drags the toy up and down his length a few times. He shrugs. “It’s fine.”

Cumulus rolls her eyes.

“Let me help.” She reaches between her legs, dipping her fingers into her shorts to drag them through her folds. Already slick. She drags her fingers over her clit a few times. Gasping at the pressure. Dew watches her with hungry blown-out eyes.

When she pulls her fingers free, glistening with slick, Dew gives a half-hearted protest. She ignores him.. She bats his hand away and grabs the toy, pulling it off of him just long enough for her to stick her slick fingers into it. Smearing herself over the inside of it with a few quick passes.

She slides it back down over his cock and this time, he does groan. Maybe from the wet heat of her clinging to the plastic inside. Maybe because she’s the one with her hand wrapped around the sleeve. She doesn’t know. But the blush that rises on his cheeks after makes her stomach flip.

“May I?”

Dew nods. “Y–yeah. Sure.”

Cumulus rises up on her knees. Settles in next to him and sets a pace. Slow strokes. She doesn’t squeeze too hard, makes sure he can’t feel the shape of her fingers through it, that would be cheating. But she fucks him the way she knows he likes. A nice easy build-up. Languid for a while, build up speed the more time passes.

She keeps her eyes on his face–he watches her hand. Dew tries to keep a straight face–to pretend everything he said before was true. That he didn’t really like it. That he can’t cum inside of it. But the little rolls of his hips tell another story. He has one hand on Cumulus’ thigh, gripped tight. Dimpling into soft flesh.

She moves a little faster, a little harder. She leans over just a little, enough so that she knows her tits bounce in her shirt with each stroke. She’s playing dirty–she doesn’t care.

The first groan she rips from him is low and ragged. It takes him by surprised. He swears at the end of it, caught in his own lie. She raises an eyebrow.

“Is it good?”

“Shut up,” he bites out. Hips jerking up into the sleeve. She could stop moving it now–stop jerking him off with it. He’d fuck himself silly in it she held it still. But there’s little fun in that. He’s coming apart at the seams. Desperate to be right, and failing miserably.

“Come on, Dew. Tell me. Is it going to make you cum?” She tips her voice towards sweet, sickly. Dew growls low, still fucking up into her hand, chasing an orgasm he promised her he couldn’t have.

“Lus–”

“You lied to me.”

Dew whines. He tips his head back finally breaking eye contact with her hand and his cock pistoning in and out of the toy. His cock is wet now. Slicked with his own pre mostly. Shiny and red when she pulls the toy almost all the way off.

“This is different.”

“Is it?”

“Yes. Fuck, Lus.”

Cumulus can’t stop looking at him. At the way his chest heaves. Muscles in his stomach jumping. He throws his arm over his face to hide his blush but it doesn’t work, it’s seeping down his throat. The shame painted over his features makes Cumulus throb.

“Is it going to make you cum or not?”

Dew’s quiet except for the harsh pants of his breathing. Finally he opens his mouth. “Yes. Fuck, are you happy? Yes it’s going to make me cum. You’re going to make me cum.”

“When?”

He whines. Fingers clenching. “Fuck. Soon.”

It’s a handful of seconds later when he starts to tense up. She gives him two mores strokes. Watches the way his toes clench, the way his balls draw up. Then she pulls the toy off, away. Dew wails. Eyes snapping open wide. Body jerking as his orgasm stalls before it even starts.

His cock kicks wildly, a spurt of precum rolls down the head.

“Fuck. Fuck. nononono.”

Cumulus grins at him when he finally looks at her face. His eyes pulled wide, betrayal spinning through them. He pants, digging his fingers into her thigh so hard she knows she’ll bruise.

“What the fuck, Lus.” He pants. He reaches for the toy, her hand. She pulls them out of his reach. “Let me cum. Please you gotta–”

She pushes two fingers past his lips, cutting his words off as she pets over his tongue. Smearing the lingering taste of herself over it. She grins, syrupy sweet and deadly.

“If you cum in anything tonight, make sure it’s me.”

#comet writes #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #ghostober #cumdrop #dewdrop/cumulus #cumulus/dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #ghostober 2023 #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #ghost band fanfiction #ghost fanfiction #will upload to AO3 shortly (eventually)

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her-satanic-wiles · 6 months

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October 25th

Pregnancy, Papa Emeritus I x Reader

Masterlist

Words: 2.7k.

Warnings: Pregnancy; pregnancy sex; (consensual) groping; cunnilingus (I absolutely did not steal this scene from a previous Primo fic I wrote and change it up slightly, I don’t know what you’re insinuating but it is unappreciated and how very dare you); praise kink (y’all should know me by now); body worship; mild breeding kink; multiple orgasms;

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

🔞 MDNI 🔞

If Primo had his way, he would have you bed-ridden and away from the prying eyes of the rest of the Ministry. He wasn’t ever a possessive man, nor was he territorial, yet all that changed when you fell pregnant with his child. He hated members of the Clergy even so much as breathing in your direction, let alone looking at you or, Satan forbid, trying to hold a conversation with you. When other people made a reach for your pregnancy bump, he found himself slapping their hands away with his cane. That you were grateful for.

Apparently all personal space went out the window when you became pregnant, your baby bump was free real estate for strangers to touch without permission apparently. But you were always the bad guy when you told them to back off. You loved that Primo listened when you complained about it, and you were incredibly grateful that he was willing to take on the persona of the gumpy old man if it meant you could get some space.

However, behind closed doors, Primo was almost as bad as the rest of the world when it came to your personal space. He fussed, he worried, but he also groped. He simply could not keep his hands off you. Some of it was innocent, especially when he would come up behind you and gently lift your bump, giving you some respite from the heavy burden you had been carrying for so long. But most of the time his hands were just downright naughty with the places he gripped onto.

Your breasts were a particular favourite of his hands. Your pregnancy had made you grow everywhere, tits and ass included, and he was certainly a huge fan of this. The way you were now multiple cup sizes bigger, heavy with milk for your unborn baby - all maternal and ready to sustain the life you were creating. Not to mention the way you jiggled when you moved, the way your ass wobbled as you wandered around your chambers. He couldn’t help himself most of the time, he just had to have his hands on you.

The particular maternity dress you wore today was really pretty, and comfortable for you especially in the coolness of the Italian autumn. But it was particularly triggering for you partner given it showcased your breasts in the most perfect of ways, and fell over your hips giving you a tempting shape that he simply could not resist. All you were doing was standing there pouring yourself a glass of water. But that was a crime in Primo’s eyes that couldn’t go unpunished.

You felt his wandering hands over your hips, gloved digits stroking the clothed flesh and meandering upwards to cup your heavy breasts. His lips, hidden beneath his thin paint, caressed the back of your neck, tickling your sweet and sensitive spot. You giggled at the sensation, but couldn’t deny the instant arousal that flooded your cunt the second you felt his hands on your body. His arousal evident by the hardness pressed against your lower back, and transferring into you.

“What’s got into you?” You asked, turning your head to look at your partner over your shoulder.

“You look positively delectable, fiorellina.” He complimented, his voice muffled by your skin.

“You do realise we have meetings and many other things to do today, right?”

“Frankly, my dear,” he swivelled your hips and turned you around so he could see your face, “Non mi importa. Not when I want to ravish the mother of my child as she deserves, no?”

His lips met yours and grew more passionate the longer he was attached to you; his hands became more and more impatient with the clothes that were separating your body from his. Your own hands moved to grip his robes, pulling them upwards to have access to his hard cock. Primo hated wearing undergarments with his robes - they were long enough to cover everything so why would he bother with them? Though, with your pregnant belly, it was particularly difficult for you to play with him in the way you usually would - or even wanted to. “Papa.” You complained through kisses. “I can’t touch you.”

“To the bedroom, fiorellina. Let me touch you instead, sì?”

You nodded and wandered off to the bedroom, removing your panties when you got there and sitting on the bed to help you kick them off completely. When he walked into the bedroom, he helped you out of your dress, gently pulling the fabric off of you and kissing the exposed flesh. He always wanted to make sure you knew how he loved and appreciated you, even if he was rougher with you than he ought to be. Undressing you and giving you tender kisses was his way of doing that. Your bra was the next to go, and Primo groaned at the sight of your nipples, enlarged and erect, just begging to be played with and sucked on. He gave you one final kiss before sitting you back onto the bed.

“Lay back.” Primo ordered you, removing his mitre and placing it on the dresser where it usually sat. You did as he asked, lying back and watching him disrobe - naked in an instant. That thought always made you laugh.

He situated himself between your legs, staring at your glistening folds and taking in the glorious sight of them, wet and ready for him. Your swollen clit, red and aching, screaming at him to wrap his lips around them and provide you with the most pleasure. You were always ready for him at a moment’s notice before the pregnancy, but the hormones had made you ravenous and insatiable. Not that Primo was complaining, of course. You made him feel young again with the amount of times you wanted to mount him and take what you needed from him. He was always more than happy to oblige, enjoying his pregnant wife bouncing on his cock first thing in the morning.

He first placed kisses to your calves - gentle, soft pecks that were barely there, but sporadically timed so you didn’t know when they’d land. His fingertips delicately caressed any exposed flesh he could reach, adding another layer of sensation to the already soft touches. Though, you knew your thighs would be painted black and white from his paints transferring.

“Always so good for your Papa.” He whispered, his deep voice gravelly with decades of use. “Always so obedient and helpful.” His lips now had moved up to your pubic mound. You could feel his breath flow between your folds before he’d placed a kiss just above them, making you shiver in anticipation for that final touch.

Papa, at times, felt like a walking stereotype given his unmatched patience and languid movements. He liked to blame his age, but you knew he enjoyed torturing you slowly, like he was sustained from your frustrations alone. And so, when you had grown impatient and considered sitting up to tell him to let you please him instead, his tongue finally made contact. But this time it had no softness to it - this time he was brutal in his movements.

The initial lick was broad and rough, causing you to scream out unexpectedly. But this was soon followed by his lips suctioning themselves around your clit and sucking as hard as he could, giving you overwhelming pleasure that bordered on pain. With his mouth still closed around your clit, the tip of his tongue continued to work it in multiple directions, almost erratic with his ministrations. He continued like this for what seemed like eternity; his head even moving in all directions when he sucked on your sensitive bud to keep your pleasure as lively as possible. Usually, such intense pleasure would have your hands flying to his bald head, but your rather large pregnancy belly stopped you from reaching him, and so you had to make do with the sheets below you, gripping onto them as tightly as you could for purchase and to keep yourself from floating away. All the while he remained face-first in your core, unrelenting and unwilling to stop until you reached your peak.

He pulled away briefly so that he could spit on his fingers, placing them inside you and tapping upwards as his mouth worked on your clitoris. He fully intended to be inside you today, and needed to stretch you out to accommodate his size. Though, of course, you appreciated the deep burn that came with his cock filling you up, he couldn’t bear to hurt you, especially while you were hyper-senstive with the hormones your body was pumping through you to create and sustain life. Your walls were extra slippery today, and your g-spot so tender that a single touch had your hips bucking upwards quickly at the shock, despite feeling him stretch you. You called out, much louder than intended at the feel of his fingers perfectly abusing that spot inside you, dragging the utmost pleasure from your body and playing you like a fiddle he’d been playing for years.

“P-Papa!” You breathed, your body feeling like it was on fire. Your hands shifted from the sheets to pinch and play with your nipples. “I’m so close, please - fuck! - Please don’t stop!”

Primo only grunted in response, adding a little extra vibration when he did. He refused to stop what he was doing because he knew you’d lose that feeling. Instead, he upped his movements and heightened the intensity, causing you to finally tip over the edge and climax all over his face. Your back arched and your mouth fell open, with a string of expletives tumbling out of it. And Primo only stopped when you sat up and pushed him away.

He certainly was a sight to see emerging from your wetness; his paint around his mouth had completely dissolved, showing you his swollen pink lips, soiled with your cunt. There was a lazy smile on his face, and a cackle in his throat at the sight of your exhausted face, your eyes half-closed in sleepiness and your mouth wide open as you tried to breathe in as much oxygen as your lungs would hold.

“Are you ready for me, fiorellina?” He asked you, kneeling on the bed and placing your thighs over his.

“Yes, Papa. Please fuck me.”

He groaned at the way your voice moaned the last three words, bottom lip catching between his teeth and eyes roaming lower and lower until he was staring at your cunt again. His cock was placed at your entrance, ready to push his way inside you; and fuck, when he finally did? It felt like magic.

Your sensitive walls welcomed him with proverbial open arms as he slowly sank deeper and deeper into the warm recesses of your cunt. The head of his cock gently kissed your cervix as though it were welcoming him home after being apart for so long. Every inch he fed into you felt delicious as it stretched you out to fit him like a glove; a torturous yet spectacular feeling until his hips were flush to yours and his mouth released a breath of relief followed by a sharp hiss. The noise you made as you felt him breach you went straight to his cock, making it twitch as it was going in, causing you to moan even louder. Had someone been playing with your clit, you were sure you would have cum instantly.

“Papa!” Your voice was a desperate whine, a plead for him to be closer to you, or even start moving inside you. You needed him to do something.

“I know, baby girl. I know. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You shudderred. “Please move!”

The first thrust was so intense you thought you were about to pass out, but all it was was a gentle movement. Your hands immediately moved back to the bed, clutching onto the sheets so tightly, you were ripping them from their tucked state. The second thrust felt just as good, and the third had your eyes rolling back. Soon enough, Primo had picked up the pace, rhythmic yet gentle movements that had your lungs gasping for air and your brain turn to mush. You, an educated and powerful woman, now lay a puddle of hormones and pleasure on your shared bed by the cock of a man significantly older than you.

The more he thrust, the more unbearable the feeling became. Your screams as an outlet to the sheer pleasure were not working anymore, and you’d now resorted to wrapping your teeth around the silk pillowcase that kept your head comfortable below you. Your back arched off the bed as much as it comfortably could, losing your mind even more now that his hips had picked up the pace. You were blissfully unaware of the way you looked, or how much you were making him suffer.

You were divine; a Goddess sent as a reward by Lucifer for all his hard work. Your body, carrying life that he’d helped create jiggling beneath him with the gentle force of his hips. Your thighs wobbling at the movements, your breasts, heavy, round and full, nice and plump and begging to be played with and sucked into his mouth. You always looked absolutely delicious, but right now you looked so tempting he almost wished you weren’t pregnant so he could fuck another baby into you this very moment. He released a deep, gutteral groan from your walls tightening around him after he’d told you that.

“Gonna keep pumping you full of kids, keep you knocked up as much as I can.” He continued. “You want that, fiorellina? You want me to keep fucking babies into you? Keep showing these fucks around the Ministry who you belong to?”

“Yes, Papa!” You screamed when you were finally able to release the pillow from your mouth.

His thumb came down to your clitoris and began rubbing circles in the tender bundle of nerves there, causing another scream to come out of you. “You can give me one more, can’t you?” He asked, his voice gentle and soothing.

You were almost sobbing. “No, Papa. I can’t.”

“Yes you can, fiorellina. Give me one more. Papa’s almost finished. One more.” He felt you tighten around him one more time as both his hand and his words tipped you over the edge. Your ears rang, your vision went white, your body tensed as he worked you through your second and final orgasm of the night. It felt as though you were exploding from the inside out, the feeling so powerful and incredible you could hardly breathe. All the while, despite the ringing, you could hear Primo in the distance somewhere talking you through it. “È tutto qui. That’s it, fiorellina. Breathe for me. Such a good girl for Papa. Cazzo! I’m gonna -”

Primo could barely finish his sentence before he stilled inside you, one final thrust that had him burying himself as deep as he could and emptying himself completely. Your sensitivity had you twitching each time he did, tightening involuntarily around him at each movement causing his orgasm to occur stronger than it usually did.

He pulled out and collapsed next to you, the room filled with nothing but your exhausted grunts and gasps for air at such an intense session. Eventually, when you were both strong enough, you made eye contact and laughed at each other despite nothing being funny. You wanted to move towards him and cuddle into him, but your body wasn’t responding the way you wanted it to today, so you settled for reaching for his hand.

Once you’d both calmed down, you began a conversation, filling the silence with more intimacy and sweetness as you still lay there recovering.

“Oh,” he said, remembering something important, “I will be home late tonight, fiorellina. My fratellini want an Uno night so I promised them I’d be there.”

“Good, it’s about time you got to spend some time with them. I know Papa Terzo has been down recently since they deposed him.”

“Sì. Thank you for understanding, amore mio.” He turned onto his side and cupped your opposite cheek, kissing the one closest to him. “Ti amo.”

“I love you, too.” You told him. “Now go tend to your garden. I need a nap. You’ve broken me.”

“Mi dispiace, fiorellina. Sleep well.”

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

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Ghostober / Day 8 - Bondage

Dew needed to give Swiss a lesson after the whole biting on stage episode Full version HERE (also yes I will never stop drawing Swiss on his knees... that's his most natural state of being)

#trans swiss #trans dewdrop #ghostober 2023 #ghostober #kinktober #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #t4t #swissdew #ghost band fanart #fanart #sketch #the band ghost #ghost bc #illustration #my art

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a-fools-circus · 7 months

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Ghostober Day 4: Table Sex

Pairing: Papa III/f!Reader Word Count: 993 Tags/Warnings: p in v sex, dirty talk, creampie, slight religion kink, slight praise kink, semi-public sex

an altar counts as a table, right ?

NSFW under the cut/Minors DNI

The walls of the Ministry’s chapel are some of the most artfully crafted, towering high above the devout souls that find themselves entrenched in prayer. The gorgeous sounds of the choir could be carried through the whole building, the melody of the hymnals reverberating through the arches and around the pillars. The carefully articulated Latin of Satanic prayer lies heavy and thick in the air when dusk falls.

But right now, the only sound echoing against the ornate walls was your lewd cries and wet slapping of skin against skin.

The marble altar is cold under you. The smooth stone offers you no solace as your hands search for something to hold onto. The faint smell of incense is replaced by the intoxicating mix of Terzo’s cologne and the musk of sex.

Terzo had insisted you remove your clothes, of course. He had to worship you “properly” (as he had put it), baring your form for Satan Himself to look upon with reverence. At first, the large and empty hall was cold, the only heat emanating from candles that were almost smoldered. But the fabric of his chasuble practically enveloped your body when he leaned over you, and his touch is more than enough to send waves of pulsing warmth through you.

Your leg is sore, propped up on his shoulder as you lean back on your elbows. His hand holds your elevated thigh tight, the leather of his gloves squeaking under his grip. You can practically feel the bruises forming under his fingertips.

“You look so pretty like this, tesoro,” Terzo’s voice is quiet, whispered hot and heavy in your ear. “Taking Papa’s cock on the altar of worship…such a good little sinner.”

You groan at his words, so vulgar and yet so encouraging. You ignore the ache in your muscles as Terzo drives into you. He moves with an unwavering fierceness as if the only thing he’s devoted to is filling you.

He grunts, a primal reaction to the tight heat that envelops his cock. “Such an eager cunt, too. So tight and wet for Papa. So willing to be used for sin, huh?” His mismatched eyes find yours, darkened with lust. All you can do is nod at him. “Oh, Sorella, if only the Church was watching. To see—fuck—such sinful devotion with their own eyes.”

His hips slam against you, driving his cock deeper in a movement that makes you keel. It’s as if his own words propel him deeper into his lust-driven frenzy. And judging by the way your walls flutter around him, he assumes you like the idea too.

“Oh, do you like that, piccola puttana? You like the thought of the congregation gathering just to see you take my cock?” He taunts, his thrusts more powerful to punctuate his sentences. “So tempting, dolcezza. But no one gets to see the extent of your devotion except me.”

In a swift movement you barely register, Terzo adjusts your body, grabbing your hips and pushing you further onto the altar. His new angle has you seeing stars. You instinctively reach out to grab him—somewhere, anywhere—just to feel more of his touch.

Your arms wrap around him to tug him closer. Your lips immediately find his, kissing him as if tasting him matters more than air. Your sounds spill into his mouth as his own vibrate against your lips. You couldn’t care less if the wet and sloppy movements smear his face paint.

Terzo growls against your mouth before pulling his lips off of yours. His face nuzzles into the crook of your neck to place kisses and nips on your sensitive skin. Your moans turn to whines, muttering small and quiet “fuck”s and “please”s. His thrusts turn into desperately quick and short ruts as both of your bodies tense.

“Let us…cazzo…let us devote this ecstasy to the Dark One, sì?” You barely hear him pant in your ear.

You nod, your hands twisting in the fabric of his chasuble. “Yes, yes, Papa. Please…”

“Show Him how much you love it. How sinful you are. Cum for Papa, mia peccatrice.”

With another powerful and desperate set of thrusts, you can’t hold back any longer. Your body tenses as your orgasm rips through you, wave after wave of ecstasy pulsing through you. Your voice almost fills the room as your passionate cries reverberate off of the stone.

Terzo groans as he thrusts into you with the last of his restraint. He pulls back, needing to watch you as you lose yourself in pleasure.

“Così fottutamente bello…like the finest gift from Hell below.” He mutters, his voice grounding you back to reality, if only for a moment. Your walls clench impossibly tight around his cock, eliciting a deep and guttural sound from his chest. His grip somehow tightens further on your shaking thighs. “You will accept your communion, Sorella. Take it, all of it.”

You pant into the thick, musky air as you watch Terzo reach his own release. His cock kicks inside you, pulsing with every load of his seed he dumps into you. His own body trembles against yours as you both come down from the high.

The world around you seems still and long forgotten. Terzo rests his forehead against yours, his breath hitting your lips in heavy bursts. His bruising grip releases your thigh to cup your face tenderly.

“Lucifer Himself could not resist such a beautiful offering,” he whispers, and you note the touch of reverence in his tone. His thumb lazily strokes your cheek before swiping across your bottom lip. A wicked smile—that same damned smile that had convinced you to stay in the chapel after prayer—finds its way onto his face. “But…perhaps we should test your faith once more, sì? To ensure your loyalty?”

In this moment, you were more faithful than you had ever been before, and you would be damned to Heaven before you would turn down the chance to prove it.

#ghost bc #the band ghost #papa iii #papa emeritus iii #ghostober 2023 #kinktober 2023 #clown's stuff

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multi-fandom-of-madness · 7 months

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Only When It Counts

Kinktober Day 1: Spanking

Pairings: Swiss X Aether

Type: Smut

Summary: Swiss is the kind of ghoul to demand attention, which leads to poor decisions on his end. And unfortunately, Aether is his victim of the day.

Warnings: Teasing, spanking, daddy kink, dom!Aether, sub!Swiss

Word Count: 1,461 words

Notes: Read here on ao3. Find my Kinktober prompt list here.

To put it simply: Swiss thought he was an absolute genius. He was going to rile Aether up enough just so he could treat him all sweet and get dicked down nicely. He just wanted to get Aether a little desperate with some nice and friendly teasing. Unfortunately, he miscalculated his advances slightly and went down the idiot route.

He’d been teasing Aether all day alright. At breakfast, he made a few lewd jokes here and there and maybe brushed a bit too close to Aether’s dick when reaching to get a spoon from the drawer. At Mass, he may or may not have been using his tail to fuck with Aether the entire time while he pressed his claws into Aether’s thighs (the way Swiss knows he likes). When he went back to the den, he wore a pair of gray sweatpants – that were definitely one of Rain’s pairs – and a white tank top. The pants might have been baggy on Rain, but outlined every part of Swiss from the hips down. He made sure to keep them pulled down just enough to show off his v-line when he stretched, and would not stop bending down in front of Aether.

On the other hand, Aether thought Swiss was an absolute fucking idiot, to put it lightly.

Aether had woken up in a sour mood, and Swiss’ jokes were not helping. When Swiss brushed against his cock, he snapped right out of his funk, and stayed half-hard until Mass. When Mass rolled around, he was straining in his pants. The zipper brushing uncomfortably. He had to stifle a groan as Swiss dug his claws into the meat of his thigh and squeezed gently. Once Mass was over, he ran out of the room as fast as he could, hoping to escape Swiss before any more torment occurred from the multi-ghoul. But that didn’t help because of course it wouldn’t. Those damn sweatpants that Swiss knows he can’t resist of course made an appearance, and by that point, Aether was beyond irritated. Everyone could sense it.

And oh…maybe Swiss didn’t want Aether to treat him sweet anymore. Maybe it was time to up the ante. He continued to torture the poor quintessence ghoul despite Aether’s protests.

Swiss sat next to Aether in the common room, tossing one leg over Aether’s, and giving him an excellent view of his hard-on through his sweatpants. “Hi, Daddy,” Swiss teased, wrapping one arm around Aether and pressing a kiss to his jaw. Aether gave no warning when he hit his breaking point. He got up, dragging the startled multi-ghoul with him.

They made their way past the kitchen where Swiss wasn’t sure whether the giggling was from someone’s jokes or the fact that he was being dragged like a kit who was going into timeout.

They reached Aether’s room and he was very suddenly bent over the bed. “Haven’t you had enough with the teasing?” Aether asked, keeping a hand flat between Swiss’ shoulders to keep him down. “Wouldn’t you have rather just asked me to fuck you? You know better than to piss me off,” he snarled, getting close to Swiss’ face.

Swiss whined and tried to push himself up off the bed with his hands, but Aether was quick to pin them to his back with one hand. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, wiggling in Aether’s grip.

“No, you’re not,” Aether responded, letting him go. “Get up and strip,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room to argue.

Hesitantly, Swiss stood up, shaky hands removing his tank top. Aether stared at him with a scowl until he was in nothing but boxers.

“Boxer’s too,” he said, arms crossed.

Swiss looked at him with pitiful eyes, but complied. Aether made his way over to the chair in the corner of the room, and Swiss noticed Aether was still dressed, which meant he got his wish. He wasn’t going to be treated sweet tonight.

“Aether, come on. It was just some friendly teasing,” Swiss pleaded. He didn’t actually really care about the punishment he was going to receive, but he just loved to make matters worse and not stop this torment against Aether, still deciding to tease the quintessence ghoul.

“I’m sure you know the drill by now. I don’t do well with teasing boys who have been nothing but brats all day. If you need to be put in your place, then I will gladly do so. Now if you would stop your whining and bend your ass over my lap, that would be great.”

Swiss’ ears went flat against his head and he was rubbing his arm out of nerves, but he bent down over Aether’s lap regardless.

“Paddle or my hand?” Aether asked, gently rubbing Swiss’ back, then moving to stroke his tail, sending a shiver through the multi ghoul.

“Hand,” Swiss replied, almost nervous now.

“Hand, what?”

“Oh come on, don’t make me say it…”

“You were so keen to say it in front of everyone in the common room. Hand, what?” Aether persisted.

“Hand, Daddy,” Swiss acquiesced, hanging his head in defeat and resting it on the arm of the chair between his hands.

“Five for each little tease you did today. How many do you think that is?”

“I…don’t know.”

“It’s twenty-five. Is that okay with you?” Aether asked, his voice gentle for the first time that night. Although he wanted to put Swiss in his place, he didn’t want to push any limits.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good boy. I know pain gets you off, so guess what you’re not going to do?”

Swiss didn’t think Aether was expecting a response until there was a tug on his tail. He winced and sucked in a breath, trying to think up an answer. “Wh-what?”

“You are not allowed to cum, so don’t even think about trying to grind against my thigh, or I will start over.”

“Yes, sir,” Swiss responded, somehow now becoming the frustrated one. He knew he was asking for a lot when he was pissing Aether off, but this? Well, now this was just unfair (or in Aether’s words: completely justified.).

“You don’t need to count out loud, but I expect you to keep count internally. Do you understand?” Another tug to his tail.

Swiss grimaced and groaned, somewhat in pain, and somewhat in pleasure. “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy,” Aether praised again before landing the first smack.

Swiss groaned and tightened his grip on the chair as Aether soothed a hand over the mark he left, then swiftly began to smack Swiss’ ass without pausing.

Swiss was trying his best not to grind against Aether as each hit went to his cock, digging his nails into the plush chair arm and gritting his teeth in a way to distract his thoughts.

“What number are we on?” Aether asked. Oh no.

“E-eight,” Swiss mumbled, hoping he was right. Aether made no acknowledgement before continuing his heavy-handed assault on Swiss. Tears began pricking the corner of his eyes, yet he moaned shamelessly as he tore the fabric of the chair.

Precum was leaking from his cock onto Aether’s thigh, and it was so hard not to focus on how good each hit felt. Subtly, Swiss began to grind against Aether’s thigh, hoping that he would just think the move of his hips was because of the force he was using on his ass.

Except Aether noticed. Of course he noticed. “Are you serious? Nineteen hits and you can’t control yourself?”

“No no no, I’m sorry, sir,” Swiss sniffled, hoping for some mercy.

“I have to start over now,” Aether sighed as he began the cycle again. Swiss let out a cry, and his hands were brought to his back. Wrists trapped between one of Aether’s hands while the other continued its abuse. “Don’t think I’m going to let you get away with tearing up my furniture. I’m not happy with you in the first place, and now you destroy my things?”

Swiss swallowed the lump in his throat. “I‘m sorry. I’m sorry, Daddy,” he babbled.

“And you make a mess of my jeans. How pathetic can you be today?” He asked, landing five hits in quick succession before he paused.

Swiss craned his neck, looking at the quintessence ghoul who was scowling. “Wha–?”

“What number are we on?”

Swiss cursed, hanging his head. “Ten?” His voice wavered, making it sound as if it were a question rather than a statement.

Aether sighed, then switched his hands. “Wrong, baby boy. So close…you were at thirteen.”

Swiss sobbed. “Please…no. I’ll be good. I can be good, Daddy,” he begged.

Aether chucked and shook his head. “I have all night. I’ll take as long as I need to until I know you’ve learned your lesson.”

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ghoul-slime · 7 months

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Kinktober/Ghostober 2023 - Day 3 - Gloves (Aether/Dew)

Falling more and more behind but hey, I saw Sleep Token last night and they fucking absolutely ruled. So totally worth it. Anyway, here's some Aether/Dew glove kink!

Day 3: Gloves (Aether/Dew + latex gloves, fingering, handjobs, very light medfet focusing just on the gloves)

Sure Dew misses him on tour terribly, but Aether’s recent role reassignment from the Ghost project’s rhythm guitar player to head of the ministry infirmary had come with a certain number of unexpected benefits.

Dew had realized it the day before the band had gone back out on the road, when he went down to the infirmary for one last goodbye kiss from Aether before getting on the bus and heading out on tour for the next six months.

Aether had just stepped out of the exam room when Dew’s eyes immediately zeroed in on the pair of black gloves he was wearing. The way the shiny black latex stretched tight across Aether’s big hands, hands that were so familiar to him now piquing Dew’s brain in a completely new way. Dew inhales, flares his nostrils, goes hot under the collar when Aether pulls them off, stretching the latex taut and pulling them off with a sharp snap.

His cock twitches in his pants.

“Dew?” Aether calls his name, snaps him out of it. When he finally looks up Aether is staring down at him with a raised eyebrow.

Ever since that moment Dew has thought about them. About what it would be like to be touched by Aether while he was wearing the gloves. He fantasized about it alone in his bunk every single night with his dick in his hand. He’d gone two months before breaking, admitting his interest to Aether and begging him to send him a picture of his hands covered in latex.

Aether did him one better, sent a video of himself with gloves on and his fat, hard cock in hand. In the video Aether stroked himself from root to tip, smearing lube around with his gloved fist, tugging himself off until he came, breathing hard and dribbling pearly white cum across the black latex, all over his hands and fingers.

Dew came watching that video so many times he lost count.

Now, months and seemingly endless months later, Dew is finally back home. Back with the quintessence ghoul he missed so achingly bad and at long last, ready to go to bed with him and try out his new special interest in person for the very first time.

Dew’s naked and laid out on the sheets when Aether walks in. His eyes dart to bare hands, he’s not wearing the gloves yet but Dew’s face still goes hot. Aether sits beside him on the mattress, gives him a gentle peck on the lips before he’s pulling Dew’s prize out of a box on his bedside table. A brand new pair of black latex gloves that he makes a show of pulling on. Slipping big hands into the tight material and pulling at the wrist, tugging and stretching the latex down his palm to his wrists. He wriggles his fingers and lets go of the latex with a snap, drawing a sharp gasp from Dew. He repeats with the other hand before clasping both together, flexing his fingers and holding them up for Dew to admire.

“Legs up,” Aether instructs. Dew complies, spreading his skinny legs open and folding them up reaching to hook his arms around the backs of his knees.

“Good boy,” Aether smiles, taking in the sight of Dew holding himself open and completely exposed. “Just look at that,” he hums in appreciation, eyes roaming every inch of Dew’s exposed flesh. “I can see all of you. So pretty for me.”

Dew keens, spreads his legs just a little more, humps his hips into the air insistently. Showing Aether just how ready he is for this.

Aether brings one hand to Dew’s lips. “Taste?”

Dew nods enthusiastically, opens his mouth, offers up his little pink tongue for Aether’s latex-covered fingers to pet at. Dew sucks them in, laps at his digits, slips his tongue between his fingers, relishing in the unfamiliar taste and smooth texture of latex on his tongue.

Dew looks up at Aether with glassy eyes when he draws away. Swipes his tongue across his lips, chasing the taste of the gloves.

Aether chuckles fondly at Dew’s enthusiasm, reaches to the bedside table to pump a generous squirt of lube into the palm of his hand, smearing it around until his glove is shining and wet. He reaches between Dew’s legs to pet one finger across his fluttering, pink hole and Dew lets out a sharp oh as the cool lube makes contact with sensitive skin.

He rubs the pad of one finger around Dew’s hole, letting him take in the feeling of the smooth lube-coated latex against his entrance. Dew closes his eyes, mouth slack and lips parted when Aether slides in slowly with his middle finger, pushing in to the last knuckle before withdrawing again.

He fingers Dew with that slow pace, pushing in and out, letting Dew linger on the feel of the gloves, of the slick and slippery latex and Aether’s thick fingers sliding inside his body. Working him open, slow and steady and wet.

Aether pulls out, pumps more lube into his hand before he’s crowding his two middle fingers together and pushing back in. He feels his way in deep, until he’s crooking his fingers up, petting at Dew’s insides with the latex-covered pads of his fingers. Dew cries out when Aether finds his prostate, pressing firm and rubbing back and forth with wet, slippery fingers.

Dew’s grip on his legs goes white as Aether fucks in and out, setting a rapid pace, flicking the pads of his fingers repeatedly against his most sensitive place. The latex of the gloves makes it even more slippery, lets Aether push in even deeper. The wet sounds of Aether’s fingers working Dew’s tight little body open have Dew gasping, legs quivering as he fights to hold himself open, cock kicking out a steady stream of pre as Aether fucks into him.

Dew is close to shooting all over himself when suddenly Aether stops, pulls his fingers out and leans back to admire his work. He groans at the sight of Dew's slick, wet hole, pink and stretched open so pretty from Aether’s fingers. Aether takes it in, the way Dew’s skinny little chest heaves as he struggles to even out his breaths, the way his claws leave little red indents in the skin where he holds his own legs open, the way his pretty little hole gapes and winks at him, begging to be filled again.

Aether pumps a squirt of lube into his free hand, rubs both palms together, wetting his gloves completely before he’s reaching back in, smoothing his fingers across Dew’s hole, petting at his balls, pressing a wet thumb against the sensitive skin of his perineum while Dew writhes and whines, begging with little moans and whimpers for Aether to touch his cock, to fill him up again. To let him come with Aether’s latex-covered fingers in his ass.

Aether wraps a wet glove around Dew’s straining, dribbling cock, slicking him up and jacking him off. He rubs the tip of one finger across the head of it, smearing beads of pre around, drinking in Dew’s shallow little gasps as he circles the pad of his finger around the tip, dips into the slit, rubs at the underside of the head with his thumb until he feels Dew’s legs shaking.

He crowds three fingers together on his other hand, slides in deep with no resistance and pets, finding Dew’s prostate again and flicking the pads of his fingers with short, quick strokes. Dew cries out as Aether works his cock with one hand and and fucks his ass with the other, the sound of wet latex on skin filling the room alongside Dew’s sharp little gasps, guttural moans, and pleas for more.

“That’s right, baby,” Aether encourages him, pressing in deep and jacking him off faster. “Cum for me sweetheart, cum all over my fingers. Feel me inside of you and cum for me.”

Dew’s eyes fly open when he cums, back arching off the bed as Aether wrings the orgasm out of him, petting in deep with his fingers until he feels Dew stop spasming around him, until his cock stops spitting ropes of cum across his heaving chest and belly.

Dew lets his shaking legs drop to the bed, struggles to push himself up on his elbows as Aether pulls his fingers out of him, lets his softening cock rest against his now-wet stomach. He groans at the sight of Aether’s hands, gloves filthy and wet, completely covered in lube and cum. Dew lets his head fall back against the pillows and he giggles, satisfied and spent and totally boneless.

Aether tugs the gloves off, balls them up together and tosses them into the bedside trash before he’s diving in to kiss his little ghoul on the lips, running his sweaty fingers through Dew’s even sweatier hair.

As they kiss, Aether thinks of all the other fun supplies in the infirmary that Dew might be interested in trying out next.

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