#ghost bc smut

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 14. cum bulge

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “stuffed like a present”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ mountain wants to give you something that’ll leave you completely filled

pairing: mountain ghoul x afab!reader

a/n: this one is so ass forgive me 💀 sorry if it seems repetitive compared to my other prompts

cw: nsfw content. cum bulge. overstimulation. multiple rounds. knotting (?). bondage with vines.

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“yeah… you see that? that was all me. you look so good with my cum stuffing your insides.” —❤︎

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“mmh fuck… oh you like that… hm?”

“a-ahh… this is like the fourth time in a row you’ve made me cum.”

“good.”

before you could reply, a sudden hip thrust into your core was enough to make you whine and clamp your mouth shut. your eyes were filled with stars, glittering with pure lust as you looked up at a certain earth ghoul, who was responsible for making you feel this good.

mountain grinned, and slammed his cock into your cervix again, to which in response you let out a loud whimper, eyes fluttering shut in the process. currently, you found yourself tangled up in the drummer’s sheets. his ghoul powers were active, summoning long, thin vines to keep you locked in place while he went to town on you, restraining your ankles and wrists. mountain was feeling rather… generous today. this year, he wanted to give you an extra special present this year, one that you will remember forever.

so of course, that idea of an extra special present involved strapping you down to his bed, and cumming inside of your tight cunt over and over again, each load of cum painting your insides white and gradually making you more stuffed with his seed.

you just writhed against his grip, body instinctively twitching from the amount of hard orgasms you just had, leaving you sweaty and out of breath. you felt the wind get knocked out of your lungs briefly when mountain slowly started thrusting again, forcing you to take another one of his loads.

“m-mountain… fuck— how much stamina do you have..? i don’t know if i can last another round.” you rasped out, and mountain only winked at your fucked out expression.

“i can go all night long if i want to, babe.” he grunted, thrusts gradually growing more forceful, rocking the bed with the strength of his hip movements. “but i’m nice… so i’ll make this our last one.”

your eyes visibly relaxed when you heard this, as you were sure that if you went for a few more rounds, you’d black out.

“oh thank satan— a-aahhh!!”

your quick celebration was then interrupted by a sudden, forceful thrust which turned into a series of rough thrusts, caused the headboard of the bed to slam into the wall while mountain fucked you with no mercy. your eyes widened with shock, and your choked up voice quickly melted into pleasured, overstimulated moans.

“s-shit! ahh! mountain!” you cried out, trying to grip the sheets to maintain some sort of balance, but mountain was relentless.

“since this is our last round for the night…” mountain grunted out, fangs bearing as he thrusted harder and harder, his cock sliding in and out of your thigh pussy with ease.

“i’ll end it all off with a bang.”

his thrusts only got more rough and forceful, each time his cock hit a certain spot inside of you that had you squealing over and over. you could feel the cum from the previous orgasms get pushed all the way back inside of you.

you couldn’t stop making such pleasured noises, and mountain was enjoying every last second of it.

“fuccck. you feel it? you feel my cum pushing inside of your tight womb?” mountain groaned, his large hands moving to press against your stomach.

your eyes fluttered open, and widened when met with the sight in front of you. your tummy had a bulge on it, and mountain pressing his palm against the little bump on your stomach only had you squirming and seeing stars.

“yeah… you see that? that was all me. you look so good with my cum stuffing your insides.” mountain praised, driving his cock deeper inside of you to feel every last inch of your tightness clamping around his cock.

“a-ahhh!”

“hmmm.. seems like you like it as much as i do.”

you could only nod your head mindlessly and let out more pleasured, high pitched noises as you neared your climax, feeling mountain’s cock throbbing inside you intensely, also signaling his upcoming release.

mountain groaned and moved his head down to bite your neck, whispering into your skin.

“ohhh yeaahh. fuck i’m so close. m’gonna make you catch onto my knot and take my seed like a good toy.” mountain whispered lewdly, which only made you tighten around his shaft.

your hands writhed against the vines restraining you, and you cried out: “fuck! i’m gonna cum too!”

mountain moaned in response. “then cum with me, darling.”

like it was on command, your body shook wildly as you came hard all over mountain’s cock. the earth ghoul also moaned loudly as he released thick ropes of cum deep within you.

both of you panted heavily, and mountain slowly pulled out, smirking when he heard you whine from the emptiness. he looked down, and saw his and your cum dribble out of your tight hole.

“fuck. that’s so hot.” he cursed, and you panted heavily in response.

you were completely spent, having gone multiple rounds with this ghoul. you thought it would never end, but alas.

mountain chuckled at your fucked out expression, and caressed your cheek with his hand. he moved it up to your forehead, and moved your hair out of the way to get a better look at you.

he pressed a kiss to your forehead, before speaking.

“good little plaything.”

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#holiday hoes event #mountain x reader #mountain ghoul #mountain smut #nameless ghoul smut #nameless ghoul x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost bc smut #the band ghost smut #christmas #christmas prompts

[fortheharbingers]

characters: dewdrop ghoul/gn!reader

cw & wc: biting, hickeys, mentions of blood (dew's bleeding fingers to be specific), grinding, hinted jealousy/possesiveness, reader is a vampire and similar to btvs-lore, vampires are a type of demon. (left it vague but dynamics/effects of a vampire's bite is from WoD) nsfw content, minors do not interact — 1.3k

a/n: apparently touching grass or getting laid werent enough…

when another ritual comes to an end with bleeding all over his fingers, guitar and the stage; dew cannot help but let out a sigh for thank fuck it's over and finally he can have a drink too many to ignore the stinging pain in his fingers and black out the exhaustion of the night.

these plans seem to come to an abrupt end as some weight lunges at him from the darkness, his back hitting the wall rather hard.

maybe he should start carrying a napkin of sorts with him from now on, at least to help stop the bleeding a little faster. and surely it'd keep this certain vermins of demons out and away.

it is not unusual for the unholy church of lucifer to house demons of different types. though his kind is known wide and well, both for their long millenia of service and presence, other kinds like to pop by once in a while– some just to have a place to return after they're done whatever it is they wish to do on earth, some just bored out of their mind and must've gained enough favors to leave hell for a while.

and vampires, the lowly bunch of them all, is one species that can always be found, though they are born on earth and seek the church for reasons only known to themselves.

blood is never a good idea to have wiped off on your clothes, always drawing attention, stinking, a pain to clean up and total shitshow to deal with when there are vampires around.

maybe tonight is dew's lucky night, maybe not so much– or so he tries to decide as he recognizes your scent, your hands greedily roaming his figure already.

"missed me already?" your hands halt for a moment and opt to ignore his claim instead.

with your cold breath fawning over his neck already, he decides it's going to be a lucky night.

lips pressed against where his ear should be, you coo: "didn't anyone tell you what happens to lonely little ghouls bleeding all over late at night?"

cold digits wrapping around his aching hand, you bring it to his lips, dragging your tongue over his knuckles and joints where it bleeds. the coldness of your body always brings along a delightful jolt. humming against his hand and leaving behind a trail of saliva over his prickling cuts, dew watches your eyes closing with content and reopening to meet his gaze, something burning behind your eyes.

if this is what will bring you to him every night, dew is more than willing to cut himself up purposefully, maybe slit a limb here, stab a dagger there, fill the hallways with the sharp sulfuric scent of his blood whenever he passes by your chambers.

he can hear the sounds of others muffled, far away from where you are. separated by walls and doors, nobody cares where the other has gone lost to.

it infuriates him, to think you feed from others sometimes. lean into their personal space like you're doing now.

does your hands go under their shirts like now? do you drag your nails against their skin as well, draw patterns, write lucifer knows what– maybe a chant, long lost words to an enchantment perhaps. is this what it is? binding him with the dark arts, infiltrating his mind with the guidance of the maiden, the mother and the crone?

open mouthed kisses deepening in no time, dew can feel your teeth grazing his artery, nibbling against it, toying with it– oh how badly you want to sink your teeth in already, don't you?

pressing your body closer to him, dew pulls you by the waist, angling his hips just right to draw a moan out of you. he likes how your body melts into his so naturally, as if carved for him, made for him. each roll of his hips, you meet in the middle, moving down his neck, tilting his head with a hand to make more space for yourself.

slowly dew allows himself to slide down the wall, making sure to maintain contact between your bodies, quickly pulling you by the legs to straddle him completely once he is seated.

moving to give your love to the other side of his neck, you grind against his length, feeling his hardness between your legs.

you should thank the acting papa if you ever see him, for designing them pants that leave nothing to the imagination, the material used not dulling a single sense.

kissing slightly deeper with each one, your lips never leave his neck, guaranteeing him several marks to adorn his neck in the following hours.

for a moment dew cannot help but wonder if you kiss the others you feed from as well. do you kiss them with such fervor too? making sure to suck and paint, do you grab whatever you can get a hold of as you do so? hand on the nape of his neck, smashing his face into you, a hand kneeding his flesh, pinching his nipples, travelling south and meeting the waistband of the pants he wears...

do you lose yourself like you do on him with your other donors, too? do you straddle them, wrap your legs around as a means to cage, feeling every twitch of his dick, feeling his precum leaking through the pants if you're wearing a light fabric.

dewdrop recalls how you'd make sure to lick a stripe against the bite mark back then, something about fastening the healing process, some vampire thing you claimed.

as far as he knows, and he keeps his tabs well, he is the only one you kiss, bite and feed from and leave awith hickeys and bite marks adorning his neck afterwards.

something about this makes his chest swell with pride. and claim. of you and him, and sedating such cravings.

one hand on your waist, he moves you in sync with his hips, deepening each roll of his hips, making sure you'll be thinking of his cock even when you're not fucking.

he can picture it already, how you'll throw your head back in ecstasy in a short while, all clothing discarded on the floor somewhere, pupils dilated, your eyes pitchblack, riding on the pleasure you get from him– dew wonders if you'll even be able to make it out to reach his chambers or it'll be another one of those nights.

each bite you take grows bigger, the kisses decreasing in amount and getting sloppier and suddenly a sharp pain– and pure bliss that follows after.

there is a reason some humans allow vampires to feed from them for a reasonable price.

and if there's anything dew likes as much as feeling you around him, it is your fangs sunk into his skin, drinking his blood like a parched man. with each sip, each gulp of his blood down your throat, down your lips, your neck, your body; he can feel himself getting closer. fingers digging into your waist, he presses you against his body, grinding his aching cock into you, feeling your growing wetness and warmth, smelling your arousal already– and all that for him. not for those sorry excuses of people you fed on before.

you don't drink their blood more than needed like you do with him; allowing yourself to get greedy, getting drunk on his taste, on his blood, smelling of him in no time. you don't ride anyone else like you do him, you do not come on any other cock like you do on his, sinking your teeth into his artery as he enters you in one swift motion, snapping his hips onto yours as you've drunk more than you could handle, getting drowsy over him, body limp against his.

no, dewdrop knows you haven't visited your other 'snacks' as usually for a while now.

too busy having him fill you up, not bothering to lick the fang marks after you're done...

and he doesn't mind it, no. on the contrary, dewdrop finds himself enjoying it more when the marks are for all to see, both yours and his. leaving him curious how else can he leave his imprint on you, just as you will.

#nova writes<3 #ghost bc #dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #gender neutral reader #sodo ghoul #ghost bc smut #ghost smut #ghost x reader #ghost x you #sodo x reader #sodo x you #dewdrop smut #dewdrop x you #dewdrop x reader #nameless ghouls x you #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls smut #nameless ghoul smut #ghost band smut

[lunatiqez]

SWISS!!! ugh. i love him. this is honestly just something i chewed up and spat out in the early morning/late night hours. its okay tho cus i need to get my money up and not my funny up (wtv that means??? enjoy ghouls n ghoulettes ily.)

WARNINGS: smut under cut!!! porn w/o plot. slapping (woooah mama!!) dacryphilia if u squint. swiss is a ghoul so there is mentions of claws and a tail,,, i couldn’t help myself. STRICTLY MDNI ACCOUNTS DO NOT INTERACT! I AM A MINOR!! INSTANT BLOCK!!!

swiss always knew he liked you. you always knew you liked swiss. so, naturally, it was love at first sight— or perhaps lust.

the ghouls, being naturally charming and hot, were very good at getting people in bed with them. now, you’ve had your rounds with both the ghouls and ghoulettes, but swiss was…different. he was unlike any of the other ghouls.

rain, mountain, aurora, and cumulus were all so gentle with you, being mindful of their ghoulishness and of your delicate human body. sodo, phantom, and occasionally cirrus, on the other hand, were rough when you wanted them to be.

you really couldn’t explain swiss. he was just swiss. an enigma. and he liked it that way.

swiss shoved your face into his velvet comforter as he fucked himself into you, hitting the spongey spot of your cunt so deliciously. one hand held your head down while the other kept your clit busy. you cried out in pure pleasure, and swiss laughed cockily at your reaction to his toying.

swiss brought his hand from your clit and smacked his hand against your ass, making you whine. immediately, he rubbed the already sore spot with fine hand, tracing intricate patterns along the redness with his claw.

as soon as swiss took his hand away, he brought the pads of his fingers right back to your bundle of nerves, causing you to shudder as he continued pumping in and out of you. a tear shed from both the rapture and stinging. swiss leaned into you, pushing himself impossibly deeper into you and licking a strip along your spine.

“fuck, fuck swiss!” you managed to moan past all of your huffing and whining. that seemed to rile swiss up even more. he gripped onto your hips as if you were going to disappear within a second.

“fuck yeah, babe. say my name, will you baby? can you say my name for me again?” swiss practically begged you. you smiled and opened your foggy eyes, knowing that you were getting to him.

“doing so good swiss. doing so, so good.” swiss grinned and his slick black tail wrapped around your thigh tight enough to cut off circulation— not that you minded at the time.

he pounded into you harder and harder until finally you felt his warm cum spill into you. suddenly, swiss pulled out of you and laid beside you, stroking your back with cool fingers. you shuffled beside him contentedly.

the ghoul grinned at you mischievously and you knew he was up to something.

“wanna go again, sweetheart?” he asked innocently.

“are you not exhausted??” you gasped slightly.

“not a bit. i could go for hours, and with you baby, i could go for days.” he joked. you let out a breathy laugh.

“on one condition, though,” he started. you looked at him with curiosity. he maneuvered so his head resting on his arm and he was facing the ceiling. “you gotta do the work this time, baby.”

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[voidcat]

— what the cat dragged in

characters: papa emeritus iii/you, cardinal copia, nameless ghouls, sister imperator

wc & genre/notes: 8.1k – strangers to friends/lovers, fluff, suggestive content (minor discussion of kinks and terzo being terzo during mummy dust. That part starts with “I’d say you’re deflecting,” and ends with the divider.) neighbors au, reader has a cat… I’ll b honest idk what else to say

a/n: this is My blog and I get to choose how cringe I want to be. Yes I said I’d not write for ghost and did it anyways after one (1) bad day. Yes this file is titled “hatehatehatemyself” on Google drive. The part after the burgundy divider is an optional ending. You can read the entire thing as platonic or slowly growing into something romantic. have fun x

Head turned left and right, looking around, no sign around.

The neighborhood is rather quiet today, the sun up and everyone out, at work or else. Rustling of grass with each breeze reaches your ears, and each time you whip your head toward the direction with hope.

In a breath, you cross the road and walk and walk and walk. It’s a long one, not unbearably so but still a little unnerving. You don’t recall many people going this way after all.

Now standing before the grand door, the little mailbox a few meters away awfully standing out, you raise your fist and knock.

And wait.

And waiting you do for almost a minute, if it weren’t for the noises you hear, a clutter of something, a shatter there and finally footsteps.

The door swings open– though it looks too heavy to be opened just like that and the man stands tall before you, forearm resting against the frame, leaning his entire weight to it, eyes barely open and you don’t need to see the barely filled bottle he holds to tell he is drunk.

The scent of alcohol reeks off him just enough.

Your nose scrunches up at the smell.

Squinting his eyes at the sudden intrusion of light coming from the sun, he doesn’t acknowledge you right away.

You doubt he has noticed you.

Isn’t it a bit too early to be drinking like this already? He looks trashed, to say the least.

Then he seems to notice you, though he makes so little movement to fix his posture, the belt tied around his waist barely doing its job to hold the robe together.

Decent on the eyes, you’d have thought for the guy, if it wasn’t for the weird face paint.

Getting too far and a little too early on the halloween spirit?

“Ah…” you clear your throat and try again. “So you see, my cat was lost and–”

“Oh perfect! That’s just lovely now.” he cuts you off, quite loud too. Head thrown back, he holds a sneer. “And what, little one ? Decided to come here and accuse us?” bottle dropped on the floor, rolls off to the side, hitting to an end by the door frame. 

With both hands free, he throws them up in mockery, mimicking what you can only think to be a kid’s voice: “‘ Oh no the big bad mean satanists stole my cat and used it for their sick rituals. ’” hands dropped to his sides immediately as he is done with his imitation, he glares down at you: “Well guess what? Buzz off! As if I don’t have enough bullshit to deal with right now. Go find a more creative way to get in sherlock.” 

So they were satanists after all…

Good to know you suppose, not that you care in all honesty. The whole church-like air of the building only gets more confusing for you though.

Before he can close the door to your face, you place your palm against it to stop him. “Hey!” 

The force behind the door comes to a pause, probably didn’t expect you to fight back.

“Listen, Mr. Halloween or whatever poor Jack Skellington look you were going for.” you begin speaking, ignoring the way his face morphs into pure confusion. “How about you listen to people before barking assumptions at them?”

A moment of breath, the resistance behind the door ends completely and he opens it full again, waiting for you to continue but doesn’t seem all too happy.

“My cat likes to go outdoors and one of my neighbors said to me once that he often visits this place. So can I please come in?”

Seeing it written clear that you won’t be leaving any time soon, the guy sighs and steps aside. “Don’t touch anything and don’t leave my sight.”

Footsteps echoing in the hallways, you ‘pspsps’ here and there in hopes of your cat turning around but to no avail.

It’s only when passing a door that the guy pauses and curses to himself, you can hear the hints of an accent.

Turning to face him, he takes in your raised brow as a question.

“Copia has rats– pet rats. Your cat better be a vegan because I will not deal with his whole…” he gestures with his hand at nothing, “mourning or Sister Imperator’s reprimanding if a single one of them is missing.”

“Mr. Whiskers is a well behaving, domesticated cat with manners, thank you very much.” you say and turn your head with a huff.

Copia? Imperator? You have no idea who these guys are but you’re sure you can handle a couple of …dorky satanists, if the rest of them are just like this man baby at least.

You can always leave town before night too, if it comes down to it.

Only few steps away and the man watches as you disappear, yelling after you about ‘what did he say’ and all that bullshit but you couldn’t care any less because there he is, your precious baby!

All pulled up into a cozy little furry ball by the corner under a window, in what appears to be someone’s bedroom.

Pretty messy too.

The man seems to catch sight of you and say something he thinks is amusing, or sleek, from the tone he uses, though you pay no attention to his words or how they suddenly run dry. (‘ well if your eye on me the whole time, you didn’t need to make up an excuse about a lost c –’)

Picking up your cat despite his protests, you turn and thank him with a nod. His words register in your mind with a small delay. 

“Maybe consider tidying up your room, what are you, twelve?” and with that, you exit his warzone of a room and walk back the path you took, with Mr. Whiskers purring in your arms the entire walk home.

The second time your cat goes missing while you’re home, you know better.

Instead of wasting hours searching around, you hike up all the way to that dreaded place and knock on the door with force and impatience.

It is a woman who answers instead.

A woman who does not seem to be the slightest bit impressed.

Staring at her bored face, you take notice of her clothes you can deem as formal for the place, the sound of fabric brushing as she crosses her arms, you snap out of it, trying to formulate the words regarding your cat and and all.

Whatever thought seems to pass her mind, you conclude that she doesnt care and watch as she leaves the door open, walking back inside. So you hurriedly follow.

“Sleek, black hair you said?” she asks, still walking ahead as you nod– shit, satanist or not, she can’t have an eye at the back of her head now; letting out a hum of affirmation you fasten your steps and try to walk by her side.

Steps come to a halt before a closed door, she knocks firmly, once.

Upon receiving no answer whatsoever, she rolls her eyes and opens the door.

They must have quite the savings you think, to have a place with soundproof walls and doors. The unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin, breathy moans and all, you wonder to yourself, couldn’t your cat have picked somewhere …normal to take his afternoon naps.

Paying the scene before her eyes no mind, the woman steps in– is that who the man referred to as Sister Imperator?, and you catch her words about grabbing the darn cat now and continuing his pity party later.

The sounds of sex stop and you can hear someone walking around all the while mumbling something.

Before you can thank the woman however, she turns and walks away.

Less than a minute later the same man from before peeks out his head through the door.

Wearing a different robe this time and doing a poor job of holding your cat, though Mr. Whiskers doesn’t seem to mind, the traitor, he watches as you take the cat from his arms.

As you turn to leave and call it a day, maybe open a bottle of wine and see where the night takes you, a ‘hey!’ catches up to you from behind.

Leaning against the door frame like he did the first time, he waits for you to face him.

“Just let me know next time your cat comes over. I doubt neither you nor Sister would like to become frequent acquaintances.” 

You eye him with a suspicious look. Sure the woman does seem like if she sees you 3 times a week or more for your cat, she might sacrifice you and Mr. Whiskers to Lucifer with her bare hands but hey, you cannot control who answers the door now.

As if sensing your train of thought, or, a part of it, he lets out a sigh, “My windows are pretty wide. Pretend they’re doors or something.”

“...right.” Sounds more and more reassuring with each word for sure, great , thank you Mr. Whiskers.

Then an after thought seems to follow as a whine can be heard from inside his room, “ Just – maybe let me know ahead before you come through the window, yeah ?”

“And I should do that, how?” you ask, wishing the whole encounter to be over “I don’t want you charging me if a stone happens to find its way in.”

From how he mumbles the words ‘charging’ and ‘stone’ confused, it seems to be taking him a while to register your words.

The implication of your words seem to dawn in as his face goes down “Last I checked, cellphones exist.” he states, not sounding too happy about the possible danger his precious windows may face. 

“And how should I know this isn’t some weird excuse to get my number?” you sound skeptical, on the edge, probably finger hovering over that dial button to the police if it wasn’t for the cat in your arms.

At your words though, he chuckles. “I do have a girl in my bed right now, you know?”

“And my question remains unchanged.” staring at him with a dead serious expression, you watch as his amused face falls, his eyes rolling and he shoves a hand down one of his pockets, taking out a pen.

Expectant eyes on you– wait, what is up with his eyes? , he pushes off the cap, shaking his left arm so the robe’s arm can slide off, revealing his skin, waiting. Waiting for you.

“You better not send me any weird crap or call-” you state then say out your phone number.

Well, worst comes to worst, you know a good lawyer.

Third time's the charm is how the saying goes. You have your doubts but perhaps there is truth to it as the man’s ridiculous window idea works.

It takes no time to figure out Mr. Whiskers spends his afternoons there because the rays of sunlight hit just right, and right next to where he sleeps is a comfortable armchair with black and white hair decorating its surface a little.

Few steps ahead of his windows, the view of a wonderful garden has attracted your attention but you know better than to ask, or enter without permission. The amount of times you’ve dropped by increases at record speed, yet the air between you both is still tight.

He lets out a warm laugh when he gets a good look at him once, but when you ask, you get no reply. Surely this cannot be the first tuxedo cat he has ever seen in his life.

One silence after another, he must've sensed how tense and awkward it feels too, as a little after he tries to make conversation and apologize.

So they are a satanic organization, that’s fine.

You’ve always wondered as a kid about the gatherings you’d see within a distance but never bothered to check for yourself.

A rock band to spread their word and message however, now that is odd. You’re starting to think their anti church might be the most normal thing to them.

Yet you remain your silence and let him speak, listen, and try to make as much sense of them as you can because god knows you won’t be leaving this place any time soon.

He says he is– was the frontman of the band, and their beloved antipope , but was dethroned , or so he claims, few days prior to your arrival.

You can understand frustration over something you have dedicated your time and effort into, and for you to be pulled off it without a logical explanation. That explains drinking until the brain shuts down despite that scent of alcohol still stings your senses.

Nodding to his words, you take his apology and leave with Mr. Whiskers that day. He asks if you’d like to see the garden the next time your legs are dangling off the windowsill.

You accept in a heartbeat.

With the weather warming up and all, your cat seems to enjoy the garden as much as you do.

Trees and flowers of all kinds tended to with care and love, you can tell. Each arranged with care, the entire place paints a beautiful picture before your eyes, and endless too.

Same as the window, this becomes a habit too. To stroll in the garden and sit on one of the stone benches, talking or staying like this in silence.

He seems fond of Mr Whiskers for reasons unknown to you, until he pulls out a photograph of someone in what you make out to be a tuxedo of sorts, on a stage no less.

The photograph is of small scale, you cannot make out much of the details, so he takes it upon himself to explain that it is indeed him in the photo and the looks of your cat caught him by surprise because of his looks.

Without waiting for a reaction, he offers to show you the outfit he wore back then, though he sounds a little melancholic about the whole thing still.

Sure , you agree, but keep it to yourself that the regency shirt and black pants look just fine on him.

It blurs at one point you begin visiting even without Mr. Whisker’s presence in his room.

Bursting out into laughter, he looks almost offended at your reaction. “I’m sorry-” your giggles break through as you wipe off a tear, “what did you say it was again?” 

“Emeritus.” he says flatly.

“Emeritus.” you repeat, this time doing a better job at containing the giggling.

“Yes, Emeritus,” he says again and adds, “The third.” 

If your laughter before was loud, this is something beyond, enough to make him go deaf in comparison.

“Okay no, I’m not calling you-”  you bring your hands up to finger quote, “Emeritus The Third.” you say in a serious tone. “And I’m certainly not calling you ‘papa’ or some bullshit title.” you cut in before he can get a word out.

“We’re going to need a nickname, what about ‘em’?”

“Em.” his tone asking ‘are you for real?’, his turn to repeat now.

“Okay no, that’s just as bad, give me some time to th-” hand covering his face, he just shakes his head with a sigh. 

“Just call me Terzo , caro mio.”

Seeing as to no reply from you comes, he removes his hand and looks up. “It means ‘ the third ’ in Italian.”

“Oh,” you manage to say, though you do sound a little different now, perhaps you thought from his reactions you hurt him and now feel sorry about that? 

“Yeah, I can do that, Terzo.” speaking with more confidence now, testing the name on your tongue, you talk more to yourself and nod your head than to him– he finds watching you act like this, how you operate and think as you talk endearing.

You find yourself liking spending time with Terzo more than you’ve realized.

Work is work, adulting is the same and sometimes relationships with friends feel dull or far away.

To say the least, he is interesting. Usually something to catch you off guard or wondering, it is guaranteed your time with him is never one to fall victim to boredom.

So he speaks of his life, of things he has done on the road and whatnot, even going as far to recreate when he tried to kick off a beach ball only to fall, basking in the waves of your laughter, even complaining to him by nighttime that your face hurts from laughing so much.

In return you feel you don’t have as exciting stories but he listens as if they’re the most wonderful things he has ever heard.

You deem them mundane and every time without a beat, he says only to you.

It comes down to, more like remembering, those scenes from when you were a kid.

He is awfully quiet that day, when you speak of seeing figures in black walking in tow, a kid or two that seemed to be your peers but how their estate in the eyes of some were off limits, and it was always at an odd time for you to be walking up there and talk with the kids.

A shame, the two of you could’ve met much earlier, yet he doesn’t voice it and you do not realize it.

Of all the things he has experienced recently, entering his room, to a bed unmade, finding you wrapped in the covers and sound asleep, would score high on Terzo’s list of things he wouldn’t expect– that is, if his brain could even muster up such a scene.

He doesn't need to, though, as it becomes real before his eyes and he makes way for the loveseat that night.

He doesn’t pry about it and all you say under your breath is that you felt lonely.

‘What about Wh-’ before he can ask, you open the covers partly to reveal that Mr. Whiskers is indeed with you, in his bed.

He just hopes the cat won’t switch his usual spot for his bed when he comes next time.

The nightly visits from you start to occur more, by the third time he knows it’ll become another constant, though not as frequent.

You do appear upset that he has to sleep on the couch, yet he waves his hand dismissively, that he doesn’t mind– he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or cross any unnamed boundaries. Which is a little outside the usual for him, he is known for being bold, for holding and kissing hands and doing much more when he can even smell from a kilometer away the slightest of interest the other party has in him.

The next time it repeats, he is startled by a sudden noise as he makes for the couch as always. Turning on his heel only to see you patting the spot next to you in his bed.

Sure, it is a spacious bed, more than enough space for the both of you, and Mr. Whiskers, yet he still feels tense about the whole situation.

What if he wraps an arm around you or something in his sleep and you wake up angry, that he jumped into conclusions, that this wasn’t what you wanted at all and that you’ll never visit again and file a restra–

“You think too much.” 

You draw him out of his pocket sized crisis with few words and a flock on his forehead. “Keep doing that and you’ll end up with wrinkles in no time.”

What else can he do but chuckle at that and sink into sleep, safe and sound?

Wine is a skillful loosener, as the two of you rediscover together.

On days you stick around for longer, he makes his offer– though you refuse it as much as you can.

Despite dropping by unannounced after a while, you haven't walked into any intimate moments. And against your initial claim, your phone does get bombarded, usually photos of Mr. Whiskers when Terzo catches a glimpse of him, or when he thinks he is being adorable.

The latter is worse, because Terzo always finds him adorable once he warms up to the cat. The way he acts through text makes you picture him lying on the floor, hands supporting his chin, legs behind him dangling in the air, watching the unknowing cat as he sleeps or does the most mundane cat thing anyone can think of.

Neither of you are aware just how fascinating mundane is to him.

You can sense his pout from meters away.

“Okay, I’ll bite.” you put down the stacked papers. “What is it?”

Crossing his arms, he turns away partially, grumbling under his breath, “I don’t know what youre talking about.”

Getting closer to Terzo means many things, witnessing the absolute manchild that resides in him included.

Picking up your phone to turn the volume down, your eyes find his figure again– either he resembles Mr. Whiskers more than you gave them credit for or your time spent with him making you delusional. “Out with it already,” his form shrinks only further, “or no more visits from me or Mr. Whiskers.”

Now that , gets his attention.

Eyes focused somewhere near your face intentionally, he almost appears reluctant to say the words.

“How come you never listen to any of my songs?”

It takes you few seconds longer to register his words.

Before you can answer, he begins rambling, so rushed and in a whisper, all you can hear is few words in italian, which you’re sure are curses slipping his tongue and terms of endearment.

“I just… forgot?” you offer with a shrug.

Okay, maybe not the best response as this gets him to throw his arms into air, “ mio satana , you are unbelievable.” a finger pokes into your side, you haven't even realized he already crossed the distance between you both.

So he gets jealous when you listen to other musicians, huh , you save the information for future use.

As you begin laughing, he chuckles, muttering under his breath. “I guess, I’ll  have to bring a ritual to your feet.”

It goes unknown to you that Terzo semi-regularly orders cat food for Mr. Whiskers, not that the cat ever seemed to be hungry when he was there, but hey, cannot hurt to try. If the cat only decides to visit him, with you in cue, more often, now there is no harm in that.

Another thing unbeknownst to you, is that, despite the distance between their estate and your house, Terzo can spot your lights without much effort.

If he were to dramatize the entire thing between you both and more, he’d refer to it as a beacon of light. But he doesn’t need to, because there is nothing more to what it is between the two of you, even if unnamed, even when he cannot help wondering “ what if …”, wondering if he is misinterpreting things.

So when he doesn’t see the lights turn on by the night time one evening, he doesn’t care, maybe the power went out, maybe you just want to try something different for a change. He certainly doesn’t care in the morning when he sees a second figure come out of the door, or when you drop by later that evening, a throbbing headache and ‘ long day at work’ you just murmur as you fall asleep on his shoulder.

You accept the wine when you're taking another stroll in the gardens.

With the weather beginning to cool down, you welcome its warmth to your very bones.

Booze loosens your tongue first, and soon your senses, your train of thought. Whether it’s a good thing or not that you’re not the only victim… you don't know.

“Was it worth it at least?” he muses as you’re seated on the same bench, glasses sat on the ground.

You twist your face, trying to recall, “Once I tuned his voice out, yeah I guess?” he snorts at your words, “Isn’t this the usual case?” 

“Nah,” you drag the word as you reach for your glass, “He could also suck in bed. So the entire night wasn’t a waste I suppose. Never going back to that place though, I’m picky for a reason.”

You say the words more to yourself as a mantra than anything, Terzo watching you with a giggle hanging on his lips. 

“Bad drinks as well?”

“It’d be charity to call them as such, ugh,” with a sigh, you drink down the remaining half of your wine, tipping the empty glass to his direction.

Taking your glass, he switches it with his and you take no time to bring it back to your lips.

“But this?” you raise the glass, “now that is a quality product.”

With another chuckle, he reaches for the bottle and fills the empty glass in his hand.

The topic of your recent and unfortunate endeavors morph into complaining about work, people in the streets, weird posts on the internet and whatnot.

“Okay, okay,” you try to speak inbetween laughter, “so what about weird preferences when it comes to sex?”

He just gives you a teasing smirk as you place your finger on his lips as a means to shush him “we already know weird shit and food combinations the other likes, consider this a slight change of topic.”

“I’d say you’re deflecting, but alright, I’ll buy.” he shrugs, throwing his head back to drink from the bottle– the glasses cast aside an hour or so ago.

“Any kink you can think of, I’m most likely into already, so just ask me yourself.”

You bring a finger to your chin, contemplating what to say for a moment, “Socks stay on or?..” you let your voice trail off, gazing at him from the side with a smile.

Bringing a hand over his heart and another against his forehead, he faces you fully and lets out a loud gasp. “Caro mio! You wound me. I might be the antipope but I am not a lunatic!”

He opens one eye to seize your reaction, and when your gazes meet, both of you burst into laughter.

“But the face paint stays on, no?” you gesture to your face once you stop clutching your stomach.

“Everyone has a preference, tesero.” he shrugs.

Considering his position and the closest people he can find to fuck, it does add up, you suppose.

“Now enough about me, what about you ?” He leans in to you, flashing his teeth. Not letting him get to him, you snatch the bottle from his hand. 

“What about me, indeed huh? Just your basic, vanilla bullshit.” you close your eyes as you gulp down the wine.

Your comment only ignites him further, with another chuckle, he scoots closer, “You? Vanilla? I’d beg to differ,” and again, with the poking to your sides, he pleads “Don’t keep your papa waiting now.” “Okay first of all–” 

You snap your head to him, only to be nose to nose, “ Not the ‘p’ word, we went over that ages ago, not calling you that.”

“Only because you’re being such a tease,” he sing-songs, his head thrown back.

 “You are such a child,” you mumble as you place the bottle between your legs, hands gripping its neck.

“Biting, I suppose.” You can hear him open an eye and look your way, “Nothing extreme as I said, but people aren’t exactly dying to be covered in red and purple, you know?”

“No, I wouldn’t.” he answers, “their loss.”

You can sense he wants to pry further but keeps himself, and hell , the wine is good, there is another bottle waiting by his foot, and compared to the amount of black mail-level footage of him you've got, this feels like nothing.

“Taking risks.” you say in a whisper, partially hoping he doesn’t hear.

“Now, this falls vague, bella.” he says. “Risks of conceiving, catching STDS–” he begins counting with a finger,

“ No ! I said risks , not being an idiot.” You cut in, a hand covering your face.

You know he is waiting with that smug smirk, “risks of getting caught, like, dunno , semi public spaces and the likes?” you ask more than speak, meeting his gaze as you finish speaking.

“So that’s where the biting comes,” he speaks in a knowing tone, “leaving telltale marks blooming everywhere?” he muses as his hand begins to move, finger grazing against your skin.

“Like this?” he asks, hand going up and drawing patterns on your thigh, slowly going up, his eyes gauging your expression. 

“...yeah” you say in a breath, letting his hand reach the inner side of your thigh. A finger flicks against the bottle, drawing out a trembling note, making your eyes flash though all your times here, you never saw anyone else in the gardens.

The bottle has long gone warm but his hand feels cold against your leg, you’re aware of his eyes locked on your face yet make no haste to draw yours away from the plants up ahead.

His hand begins to travel upwards, making way to fiddle with the hem, going under and his skin meeting yours.

Before he can do anything further however, you both jolt with the sudden noise coming from behind, between the windows.

“Cazzo!” he mutters and gets up, making way to enter his room through the windows.

While waiting for him, you go for the other bottle, pouring yourself some more wine, at least with a glass, you can keep count.

Pausing to listen around, you hear the commotion has died down.

Picking up the other glass and hoisting the empty bottle under your arm, you make way for the stained glass windows you’ve grown familiar with over the course of time.

Terzo doesn't seem to pay much mind to the interruption though, the conversation picks up from where it left, now talking in a more general sense.

“You give off vibes of someone who’d make a sex playlist,” you begin as he listens with a nod, “ and add your songs to it.”

“As I said gioia, everyone has their preferences.” he reaches to take the bottle from you, not expecting your arm to draw back, “yet I cannot help but be upset,” he sheds a nonexistent tear, “that you think my thrust game is so weak.”

Seeing as you freeze at his words, he takes a step to you, grabbing the bottle from your hand with a smile and places it down, not stepping back afterwards. “If you want a demonstration though, I am always happy to help.” 

As if your silence was anything to go by, now it is deafening, the warmth and flush of your skin; you’re unsure if the cause is alcohol or him .

“And I did promise a demonstration of my songs to you before, didn’t I?” he says as he takes another step your way.

“So you see, we got this fan favorite song, Mummy Dust,” he speaks while pretending to be interested in the ceiling, gesturing with a hand in the air, “but not because of the lyrics.” he remarks with a smug expression, redirecting his gaze to you as he takes another step, barely any space left separating the two of you.

You’re unsure what to say or do, when left alone in a room with a bunch of people wearing identical masks.

You think, Terzo must’ve pulled a rope here and there, or acted in secrecy considering his sudden drop of position in the band, to have gotten into this studio– and bringing you no less.

The people he referred to as Nameless Ghouls stare at you, and you back at them. You can imagine the confusion they must be going through.

Then the man of the hour reappears with a clap of hands, dressed up in an outfit resembling a suit, and his previous remark at Mr. Whiskers suddenly comes back to you, finally making sense.

A concert– or a ritual, as he put it, he promised and one he delivers.

A ghoul begins playing his guitar in sync with the drums, as two of them walk to stand at their both sides and with a sudden stomp of foot, they all play in, in a fashion you can describe as ‘ knocking the wind out of your lungs .’

Only when Terzo’s singing, and soon the instruments coming to a stop that you realize you've been holding your breath the whole time. And quickly find out you may as well die due to lack of oxygen by the time the day comes to an end if they only keep up this momentum.

One song after another, they captivate you gradually. Be it the way the ghouls play or the way Terzo moves as he sings, radiating with energy. Walking around and messing up with one another, bothering each other at times– it all creates the illusion of a found family.

Briefly moving his hand, the ghouls pick acoustic guitars once another song comes to an end.

After each song he tells its name and some information– or funny memories he finds important you know.

With a signal of his hand, the ghouls switch to acoustic guitars and Terzo begins humming: “a one, a two, three, and four.“ 

With a move of his hand, they all enter the song.

One hand in a fist, resting against his hip and the other in front of him, he sways his hips softly as he sings.

It doesn’t miss your attention how some of his moves arent as innocent or random as they seem– when he brings his other hand to join the stray one, hoisting them up in the air as if holding something, or how after he holds the microphone with one hand and violates the poor stand with his fingers. Hands thrown into the air and shaking in the air as a ta-da once in a while, he takes a step back to point at one of the ghouls’ playing.

The song comes to an end and you think you’ve done good so far– then he decides to announce that the song is called Jigolo Har Meggido and you burst into laughter, leaving the men in the room utterly confused.

It takes several minutes for you to gather yourself, wipe away the tears all the while ignoring Terzo hovering over you with concern, unsure whether to approach you or leave you be in your violent laughter.

“I’m sorry-” your words die in your throat as another wave of laughter takes over again, “it’s just-” hand clutching over your stomach, you do your best to look up, “you do re-”, meeting his face only makes you laugh again.

A tap on your shoulder distracts you a little. Taking the water bottle one of the ghouls have brought to you, in your frenzy you didn’t even realize him leaving, you take a few sips to calm your nerves.

“I know you’re flirty and all, but witnessing you calling yourself a manwhore caught me off guard.” 

Definitely not something worth laughing to that extent over, Terzo doesn’t say a word and instead flashes you a toothy grin.

“You’d be surprised to hear it was his brother who wrote this song.” you hear someone say, the same ghoul from before.

“Ah!” Terzo waves a hand dismissively in the air, “enough talk of that geezer. Now , what do you say to a grammy winning original?” 

The ghouls slowly begin as Terzo walks back, their eyes on him and his hands, watching every move and tilt, following his guidance. Compared to the other songs they’ve played so far, this one comes off much softer, gentler, making you wonder what will come next.

Raising both hands in the air as if in praise, the ghouls all stop and silence takes over, waiting, and with his signal, they enter the song, picking up stronger than where they left off.

The melody matches the lyrics somewhat, the impression of a thunder, it builds up and carries smoothly.

He begins singing what you assume to be the second verse, drawing closer to you at a steady pace. His voice becomes the only thing you hear as the instruments falter and die out, quietening one by one. The microphone now held in his left, his right hand reaches out to hold yours, bringing it up near his face as he keeps singing: “ Can't you see that you're lost without me?”

And with it, they all reenter the song with a bang, your hand still in his, Terzo kisses the back of it in between lyrics and steps back to his initial position.

Drumming his fingers in the air, swaying them at the direction of either of the ghouls, they all circle around the keyboard playing ghoul as the song shifts into an instrumental part.

Eyes never leaving theirs, especially not his, not when he makes sure to lock his with you, you watch the entire performance almost in a trance, mind going blank.

When the song ends, you can see his expectant looks on you, already beaming with whatever compliment he’s positive you’ll be giving him.

So you decide to pick the teasing route. 

“It was nice.” he stares at you, his face clearly showing he wasn’t waiting to hear that. “Nice?..”

Humming in affirmation, you nod your head. “Yeah, nice.” tilting your head to the side, you speak up, “ Say , this helps you get some?” 

The man stands there, blinking at you for what feels like eternity.

The ghouls in a similar stance, though you’re sure you’ve heard one of them snort, and another snicker.

The eternity ends with a shake of his head and a faint smile on his face. “Yes, sorella , it helps me …get plenty actually.” he uses your phrase.

“Well,” he clicks his tongue as he places the microphone back to its place, “if it’s a …meretricious song you desire, how about I give you,” his pace of speaking slows down, as if holding his breath, waiting for imaginary drum rolls: “Mummy Dust!” He drags the words in a low grumble, shaking his hands in the air once again.

From how he starts swaying and moving his hips, you immediately recognize the song.

As Terzo begins singing, the sound of a door opening and clicking close reach your ears and when you twist halfway in your seat, you see a man with pencil stache dressed up in black, his hat partially resembling a bat, same painted eyes and upper lip like Terzo yet lacking the rest of the face paint.

The man stills in place when he sees you, only gets his feet to move again when you pat the vacant spot near you.

Whispering greetings back and forth, you immediately remember his name.

“Ah you’re the Cardinal!” Your voice comes out a tad more excited than expected. The man on the other hand seems confused as to how you know him already.

“How are your rats? Happy, I hope. I am so sorry, I never got the chance to apologize to you or to them because of Mr. Whiskers.” The words leave your lips in a breath, leaving the man dumbfounded, repeating your cat’s name in confusion and unaware, 

“ah, I-, my most sincere apologies, who?..”

“Mr. Whiskers, my cat, didn't Terzo t- oh.” Unfortunately the mention of a cat before you can stop makes his eyes go wide, and you try your best to assure him that your cat didnt even set foot into his room, somewhat calming the anxious man down.

The music on the other hand, as well as the singing, gets louder and a tad more aggressive. 

Probably unhappy with how your attention was led somewhere other than him. So needy and grumpy, spoiled like a cat.

“Uh, we can save our discussing for after the song?” Cardinal suggests, to which you nod. “I'd hate to impose on this- uh, special performance his excellency was displaying for you.” He says, coughing on his words at the way Terzo moves.

“Its alright Cardinal. I was given a demonstration of this song already, I am not missing out on anything.”

Again, you must’ve said something wrong, because instead of relaxing, the Cardinal’s face tenses up and goes bright red.

“ Oh !” You wince, “poor choice of words on my behalf. That's not what I meant.” You try to offer an explanation with a sheepish smile, but to no avail. 

At least Terzo looks quite pleased with the interaction, as clear from the smug expression taking over his face.

The previous incident– goes unaddressed between the two of you but the air between doesnt waver.

Still, it must have triggered some sort of change, you conclude, as Terzo’s texting habits only evolve into a different stage.

Sure, it went for quite a while that the initial purpose of exchanging numbers was abandoned yet he still possessed control, a sense of self restraint, when texting you.

Definitely the absolute opposite of whatever it is going on as of now.

Maybe you’ve spoiled him too much, your brain reaches another conclusion as the lips on your skin snap that thought in the middle, pulling you back into reality.

You still don’t visit him as regular as to say daily, or even biweekly– so you hold onto the benefit of doubt that he has absolutely no way of knowing youre busy trying to have a nice night, focused on pleasure and the feeling of euphoria–

Another vibrating sound against your nightstand cuts into the air, your sceeen lightning up right after.

You ignore it only so far until you find yourself scrolling and typing up a reply, the light coming from the screen reflecting against you and the man you’ve forgotten about already.

As you smile at his newest text, hearing that stupid whining of his voice and the pout, someone next to you clears his throat, snapping you back.

“Anything I should know about?” He only asks and in all honesty , you cannot blame the guy. You’d have reaches into equally ugly assumptions, were this to happen to you.

But it didnt, and it isn’t right now, so its only a little too late that you put yourself in his shoes.

“Nope.” You say, walking up to your bookshelf and placing the phone screen down, “just a friend.”

The guy hums, sounding skeptical but doesn't pry.

You give him the benefit of the doubt but few too many repeats and you know it's intentional.

You did spoil him too much it seems.

Another afternoon by his side, you're sitting on the window sill, one leg tucked under yourself, he is busy on the other side of the room, who knows what he is preparing this time.

“Wine?” he turns on his heel, holding a glass and the bottle’s neck tilted slightly already. 

“None for me, thank you.” 

Eyebrows raised in curiosity, a scheming expression takes over. “Ooh? Any plans for tonight?” He inquires. You don’t need to know that he is dreading the confirmation that'll leave your lips. 

“I guess,” you shrug, turning to look outside the window, “promised Steve we’d spend the night together.”

Heavy silence spreads from your words and takes over the room. 

The teasing remarks signature to his natural charm never comes and you turn your head to see if he even heard you in the first place… or left the room before you spoke… or somehow passed out in silence as you spoke.

Your worries ease upon seeing him standing there, still, not even a muscle moved from his last position, unreadable eyes staring at you.

Only when you tilt your head towards, asking ‘what’s wrong?’ and only then he snaps out of whatever trance he was in, coughs and tried to laugh it off with a ‘ have fun’ , pouring himself a glass.

Unbelievable.

Discreetly taking a sip from his wine to distract himself doesn't do much to ease him and the now unimpressed look you're giving him makes even the wine taste bitter on his tongue. 

“Wh-“ “you are unbelievable.”

Okay, you don't just seem pissed, disappointed?, something definitely negative; you sound like it too.

“For wishing my friend a fun night?” And with a guy he has never heard you mention before– the word friend stings to say. “I’m sure Steve is a good gu-“ “ Again,” you dont let him finish, “you are unbelievable, absolutely childish and overall a great idiot.”

Okay now you're just being mean. A scowl makes its way to his face before he can even notice, making you shake your head in disbelief like a mother scolding her kids with a smile.

“If youre done with the insults cara,” he says and raises his glass, appearing pissed and upset as he downs the glass.

“Terzo, you met Steve.” His head snaps up at your words. “Steve?“ you repeat in question, “Steve Whiskers?” ‘ ring any bells? ’ He can hear you say in following–

The faint smile of yours slowly evolve in a giggle as you watch the gears turn in his head and finally connect the two and two together.

“The cat?!” His voice comes out louder than he meant to, suddenly straightening up and wiping invisible dust off his clothes, he clears his throat. 

“Excuse me for my sudden input of volume.” You reply with a smile, “Send my best regards to Mr. Whiskers.”

You see the ghouls around few more times you're in the perimeter, as well as the scary woman from before.

Sitting in the gardens with Terzo again one warm afternoon and she passes in the distance, her eye catching sight of you no doubt.

Jumping in your stead, you rush to where she is. Terzo watches as you speak with more animatic gestures, Sister remaining stoic as always. You bring a hand up to scratch your head in unease, then holding out a box of sorts. As you are about to turn, he sees your body beam , most likely at something Sister has said as she walks away.

You pattle back to where he waits, trying to contain a big smile and pulling out few cookies from behind in surprise. Just as he does with anything else you offer, he devours the cookies, making sure to express his gratitude and worship before and after.

You settle back next to him, laughing at the way he acts as he ignores the crumbs on his thighs, resting your head against his shoulder and relaxing.

Yet you never tell him what it was Sister Imperator has said to you that got you in high spirits; not then, not later.

When you wake up with the sunlight grazing your face from the wrong direction, your first instinct is to return to sleep.

Having falling asleep by Terzo's side a reasonable amount of times now, it feels just as comfortable as your room. Despite his chest not being as soft as your pillow, the comfort of his mattress easily beating yours makes up for the loss.

Just as a content smile makes its way to your lips and you, more than eager to return to sleep, the situation of now sinks in and you can feel the warmth drain from your entire body.

Sure, this is not the first time you've found yourself falling asleep here, even in his arms, limbs tangled up no less; but all those instances contain one huge difference from the predicament you find yourself in now and it is last night.

Maybe you should pretend to stay asleep until he is summoned for anything, but the chances of this are dangerously slim. The light coming from between the curtains doesn't burn into your eyes just yet so it must still be fairly early, maybe you can sneak out before he can return from the land of dreaming. But that'd would leave bigger problems for future you and frankly? future you has gotten sick of your 'dancing around with nothing acknowledged' bullshit.

You take a deep breath, and shut your eyes further– hey perhaps they'll glue themselves together from how tight your muscles are contracting and with your sudden admittance to the hospital and the emergencu of the entire situation, it'll all get forgo–

A sudden noise stops your entire thought process crashing. A trainwreck, yes that's what this is.

Sucking a sharp breathe in, you think 'now or never', suck it up once and face on with courage.

Creaking one eye open and meeting Terzo's eyes on yours, every single muscle in his face loosened and his expression what you can only describe as to be 'at peace', all your anxiety from bare seconds ago gets washed down the drain. 

And for the first time in a long while, you allow yourself to relax, fully, and bask in whatever the future– and he, along with it, will offer you.

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"Long Distance Phone Sex" with Copia? eheheh

This was gonna be a really fast write but then i decided to take my time with it!! it genuinely turned out a lot better than i expected…

Prompt - Copia Emeritus

FANDOM : THE BAND GHOST/GHOST BC

PAIRING : COPIA/PAPA EMERITUS IV x GN!AFAB!READER

TYPE: SMUT

WC:

STORY BELOW THE CUT

Copia was always very easy to tease, especially in public settings. So when it came to being away from him during tours, It was so easy to have him all flustered and needy because he couldn’t get to you when he needed you.

Sending him nudes and sexts, and when he had free time to look he would leave you on read for a couple minutes, most likely trying to calm down his pathetic needy brain, being away from you for so long was hard, especially for him

‘Why must you do this to me when I cannot reach you?’

‘lol’

‘May I call you, Dolcezza?’

‘Ofc, Papa<3’

In the blink of an eye, his name popped at the top of your screen with an incoming call, you picked up, laying on your back under the covers as you put the phone up to your ear

“Amore, you know what happens now that you’ve got me all hot and bothered, no?”

“Of course, it’s my favorite part. It’s why I do it in the first place.”

You heard a sigh from the other end the closing and locking of a door “I presume you are alone? I do not think you would do this to me with others around, but maybe that’s just hopeful thinking.” He said, laying down on the bed in the hotel room he had for himself, as the ghouls enjoyed cuddle piling alone.

“Of course i’m alone, you think i would put you in a situation where you’d have to handle this yourself? I’m not that cruel.” You said, rolling over on the bed just a bit “So how you wanna go about your issue, Papa?”

“Well, I-I don’t believe we’ve ever had…Phone Sex? I believe that’s what it’s called..” He said, stuttering a bit. His pathetic awkwardness was always the best part about teasing him, he was so damn easy to fluster.

“Well, you’re right, but is that what you wanna do?” You asked, trying to be sure that he was actually willing to do something so erotic with the thin walls surrounding him.

He was quiet, but only for a bit “Sí, Amore. I want to hear you touch yourself.” He said huskily, the small rasp in his voice sending a shiver down your spine

You felt your heart jump when he let out a small weak laugh “I wish I could be with you, Amore. I would want nothing more than to kiss you all over until my lips are sore, I hate to say I am glad we will be home in a couple days. You are my great temptation, any longer without you and I would lose my head. When I get home, I promise I will make up for all of the lost time, and perhaps if you push me in the right direction, lost touch as well.” He said, his small smile clear in his voice.

“Even when you’re rock hard you’re romantic, huh? You’re so cute.” You said, gently opening your bedside drawer and pulling out your wireless bullet vibe

“Ah- mmm…Dolcezza…” You heard his breath hitch a bit, a small chuckle coming from him “Is it alright if I wish to be a bit impatient?”

“Of course, Copia. I’ve been teasing you slowly for a while now. Do you still have your pants on?”

“To my dismay, yes.”

“Aww, you poor baby. If you need it that bad, you know you can always start whenever you’d like”

“I wanted to wait for you, Amore.”

“mmm that’s sweet, always so thoughtful, even when i’m teasing you to death.”

“Mmm, only for you. But I have to get these off, I do not think I can wait, scusi.(sorry)” You heard the unzipping and then a large sigh come from the other end.

“I assume you’re already leaking for me, honey?”

“Hah, very much so, I will have to make sure i put some soap on the stain to get it out when I do laundry.” He chuckled lightly, you then heard the small sigh he made as he gently slipped his pants off

“Copia~, Don’t worry about things like that right now, I wanna make this fun, tell me what to do.” You said, giggling slightly as you heard him stammer a bit

“Hmm…Well, I don’t want to punish you too much, but I do want to tease you fairly.”

“Fair enough, start with one slow finger?”

“You know me too well, it’s like you read my mind”

His statement made you giggle, you slowly inserted a finger inside, your folds overflowing with your arousal already, you let out a gentle moan, not realizing how sensitive you were already, the teasing must’ve excited you more than you thought

“You sound beautiful, Dolcezza”

“Don’t flatter me yet, we haven’t even gotten started.” You said, smiling gently, letting out hot breaths as you gently dragged the tip of your finger up and down your folds, you heard a slight groan of satisfaction, his gentle panting carrying through the phone

“Go on and add another finger, I want you to make more of those beautiful noises, I cannot get enough of the sounds you make, Dolcezza.”

“Yes, Papa.” you said, your voice shaking lightly as you put another finger in, you felt yourself tighten every time he made a noise, as if begging to squeeze around his cock.

“Give your clit some attention, Amore.” He said, panting lightly through the phone accompanied by groans and hisses of pleasure “you have no clue how hard that text got me, you are lucky that we were sitting down or i would’ve been humiliated.”

you moaned gently, fingering yourself to the sound of his voice and the images conjuring in your mind “isn’t that the fun part of it? The thrill? it’s like less taboo exhibitionism.”

“I cannot wait to get home and get to feel your beautiful body up and down, and make sure you haven’t forgotten how much you mean to me, and how much you belong to me. I am aching to finger you roughly until you orgasm over and over, mi amore. To fuck you raw until you can’t make out words. I think next time you should come with me, so i don’t have to ache for you like this. So i can punish you in ways you deserve for teasing me so much. I long to see those pretty lips of yours wrapped around me, and soon I shall get those. Just a couple more days and i will be with you. But for now, I want you to rub your clit while you finger your cunt recklessly, push yourself to the edge for me.”

You did as he told, setting the phone down on the pillow next to your ear to use both hands, moans and whimpers leaving you as you imagined your own digits were his, his pale, boney knuckles hitting just right.

You curled your fingers inside, hitting that special spot that he would tease when he got the chance. He wasn’t about speed, how fast you can reach your release, he was about making it feel as good as possible, he was a very passionate person, even now, so far away.

Hearing him stroking his cock because of something you sent him, the things you said and the memories & thoughts of you, it only made you more excited, rubbing circles around your clit while you fingered yourself to the sound of his voice

You felt yourself tighten, making you feel needy, you sped up slightly, chasing that release you’ve just barely caught a glimpse of.

“Papa…i’m getting really close, is it okay if I cum?”

“Of course, i am close as well, we shall do it together, mi amore.”

Your legs shook as you drew closer and closer to the edge, letting out a whine-like moan that was a tad louder than you had expected as you finger fucked yourself through you orgasm, listening to his slightly choked moan as his release followed quickly after yours,slowly coming down from your high, feeling a big giddy, you gently removed your fingers, going to wipe them off when you heard him speak again

“Dolcezza, Taste yourself for me.”

The request was a little sudden but you obliged

“yes, papa.”

you said as you gently slipped your digits into your mouth, doing simply as he asked, then once your fingers were licked clean you gently wiped them off on a towel, clearing the saliva to pick up your phone

“Well, did i finish what i started?”

you said, with a small giggle as the post-orgasm giddiness bubbled up inside, causing a small chuckle from your other half on the other side of the phone

“Yes, amore, you definitely satiated the hunger that you caused, but i do still miss you. I cannot wait to be home, even just to cuddle. I hope you expect me to be a bit ah…clingy.. when i return to you.”

“Maybe it’s what i’m hoping for?”

you said with another small giggle, causing another chuckle from him on the other end

“I love you so much, Tesoro.”

“I love you too. I can’t wait to see you. Get some good rest after that, okay?”

“Of course. I will call you when I find the time in the morning. Goodnight.”

“Night Night.”

The call ended and you gently put your phone on charge and slipped on some clean clothes, jumping back into bed and curling up in the covers, and gently drifted off to sleep, excited for the day in which Copia would return to the ministry.

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[spacesurfing]

A Girl of A Different Kind

Summary: You always have to take care of your boy.

Warnings: NSFW, oral fixation, finger-sucking, oral (m!receiving)

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You didn't have a lot if time for this, but Swiss needed it. He told you he did. When he begged for you to do it, he told you he needed you to.

So here you sat, on your knees sucking at two of his fingers. Swiss sat on a loveseat in the corner of your room, head tilted back as he slipped his fingers back and forth between your lips. His yellow eyes stared through thick eyelashes at where your lips were wrapped around his fingers.

"Oh fuckkkk babygirl.." Swiss groaned, hips grinding against the rough material of his pants. You sucked his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tips of them. His oral fixation always got the best of him when he thought about your mouth for too long. He had practice soon, but he'd almost got caught with a boner by Rain and he needed his favorite girl to fix him.

Swiss shoved his fingers further into your mouth, bumping against the back of your throat. You gagged, eyes watering.

But oh Lucifer, with the sight you had, you would've allowed him to keep his fingers down your throat all day and all night. He bucked his hips up like it was his length inside of your mouth and not his two fingers, trying to chase as much of the feeling as he could.

You saw him glance over to a digital clock on the bedside table and his eyes widened, "Mm my sweetheart, we're running out of time- can you.. please-"

You pulled off of his fingers, ignoring his babbling as you were quick to undo his jeans, pulling them down his thighs. His length sprang out the moment his boxers followed, giving you the sight of his flushed red tip.

You wrapped a hand around the base, kissing over the shaft and licking at it. Your hand twisted around the skin, pumping his member with technique, trying to drag more and more noises out of your ghoul.

"Fuck- no.. no messing around, just- mm, just put your pretty lips on my cock, baby," you quickly took him into your mouth and suckled at the tip, maintaining eye contact with the multi-ghoul, "That's it babygirl, you're so fucking good with your mouth..."

Your eyes wanted to roll into the back of your head at his praise, taking him deeper and deeper as your tongue caressed the underside of his cock.

Swiss' hand slipped into your hair and guided you along his length, "Yeah, take that shit baby. Good fucking girl, nhhh.."

You took him all the way in, relaxing your throat as the tip slipped deeper. Swiss groaned, sputtering as he grabbed your hair, pulling you up before pushing you right back down.

The control must've been what made his mind fuzzy because he came in an instant with a choppy moan, trailing off in a sweet whimper when your mouth stayed on him, still swallowing his cum.

Swiss pulled you off lightly, trying not to hurt you in any way as he brought you back to him. His hand reached out to you and pressed against your face. The charcoal hand of the multi-ghoul stroked at your cheekbone with his thumb, making you nuzzle your face into his hand. You looked up, and watched the face of your lover closely. He was giving you a blissed out smile, head slightly tilted to the side in a drowsy manner, "Such a good girl..."

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[ghoulette-knell]

Kiss the Goat

Swiss x Aurora

Aurora always made it her goal to tease Swiss on stage just to get the attention of the crowd. Swiss decides to punish her for her teasing by making her temptations reality.

🔞MDNI🔞

TW: Really not a plot, just smut; Friends to Lovers; Kinda Desperate Dom!Swiss (Aurora tries to dom but Swiss says ✨no✨); Bondage; Cunnilingus; Fingering (Aurora receiving); Dressed Man Naked Woman; Slight Edging; Blowjob (Swiss receiving); Dirty Talk.

Word Count: 3,392

Swiss was finished with Aurora’s antics. During concerts, she was purposefully coming to his platform on the stage and being very, obviously flirtatious. Rubbing her backside against his crotch as she danced to the music, kissing his cheek, stealing his vape. Aurora drove him crazy, so tonight, he decided to take matters into his own hands.

He walked silently down the halls towards the Ghoulette’s room; excitement flowing through his veins. He reached her door, his tail flicking in excitement as he knocked.

Aurora’s ears perked attentively as she heard a knock on her door. She slowly closed the book she was reading (undoubtedly a romance novel), and got up from the couch before walking to the door. The multi-Ghoulette unlocked it and came face-to-face with Swiss.

“Oh, hey Swiss!” she smiled innocently while looking up at the taller male, “How are you?” She was almost certain why Swiss was here.

He did not answer her question. He was silent for a moment before moving closer to Aurora, pressing his lips against hers roughly. His hands reached out to grab and slide slowly down her hips, cupping the Ghoulette from behind.

Swiss didn't bother to stop himself, didn't give anything a second thought. He was just here for one thing. He made sure to swiftly lock the door behind him as he moved into Aurora’s apartment without a single word exchanged.

She squeaked in surprise as Swiss aggressively smashed his lips against hers. Aurora groaned as he pushed her further into her apartment and locked the door behind him; pushing her against the wall.

His lips parted and slipped along Aurora’s cheeks, nuzzling and kissing her neck; biting and licking it with ferocity. He felt so excited; he needed her, he wanted her now. His breath was coming rapid and harsh through his nose as his tail whipped the air.

Aurora was his and only his now. He wasn't going to let anyone else enjoy her.

“I guess you didn’t like my teasing, eh?” the multi-Ghoulette giggled, the sound mixed with a strangled moan as he kissed and rubbed against Aurora’s neck, “You don’t like me rubbing against you in front of Papa and the fans? It makes you want to take action? Teach me a lesson?”

"A lesson." He groaned. "That's an understatement."

He lifted his head; his gaze turning from Aurora’s neck to her face. His emerald eyes were sharp and dark, there was a fire burning within them. He was angry, frustrated.

"You want a lesson?" Swiss asked, his tail coming around to curl around her waist. His other hands reached out and grasped Aurora’s chin, roughly turning her head to kiss her again deeply. Aurora’s mouth was forced open as his tongue searched within it.

Aurora groaned hungrily as Swiss’ tail curled roughly around her waist; pulling her deeper into the kiss. The multi-Ghoulette’s hands curled through his hair as she kissed back with the same energy of lust that Swiss had. Aurora hungrily grinded up against his thigh as he held her in place.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this, Swiss,” Aurora growled lustfully while forcing her tongue into his mouth; the two tongues immediately fighting each other.

He let go of her chin and slid his hands down her back. Swiss’ lips parted from hers, and he spoke in a low growl, "I know you have."

His hands grasped her rear and he brought Aurora up onto one of the platforms in her apartment, pressing her back against the wall. Swiss took a step away and lifted her shirt, pulling it up and over her head.

"It’s my turn to be a tease now. I’m gonna make you regret every single time you’ve made me hard on stage in front of hundreds of people." He growled, his eyes still sharp as steel in her direction.

Aurora purred like a little kitten as Swiss pulled her shirt up over her head; revealing her cute, pink bra. Goosebumps covered Aurora’s skin from the chill in the room, and she instinctively moved into Swiss’ arms and chest for some warmth.

“You’re all bark and no bite, Swiss,” Aurora teased while nibbling his ear, “You love the way I tease you on stage, so don’t act like you don’t.”

He let out a frustrated growl, but it was quickly masked by a low chuckle. He wrapped an arm around Aurora’s waist and began trailing his fingers down her side, over her stomach, and down towards her pants.

Swiss’ fingers wrapped around the belt of the pants, and quickly unclasped it. The Ghoul quickly pushed Aurora’s pants down, the woman rapidly breathing as lust began to take over her every sense.

"We'll see about that," he murmured, his breath tickling Aurora’s ear as he nipped and sucked on the lobe.

Without another word, Swiss bent down and slid her panties down her legs, exposing her pink pussy lips to his hungry gaze. His cock twitched in his pants, aching for a taste.

Swiss took Aurora’s wrists and pinned them above her head on the wall. "You're all mine now," he growled, his eyes locked on hers.

Before the Ghoul dove into Aurora’s pussy, he quickly undid his own belt and looped it around her wrists, securing her to the top of her cupboard, which had a steel paper towel holder. She couldn’t move even if she wanted to.

Aurora felt so exposed and submissive being tied up like this. This truly was the revenge Swiss wanted to deal out on her. She couldn't even touch herself like this, and she could feel her pussy beginning to grow wet by just being in this humiliating position in front of Swiss.

She lightly bucked her hips, looking at Swiss longingly as he backed away to admire his handiwork, "Swiss," she whined quietly while looking up at him, "Please fuck me. I need you~"

Swiss smirked, his eyes darkening as he took in her pleading look. He stepped closer and ran a finger down the valley between her breasts, teasingly tracing over Aurora’s nipples.

"You're so fucking beautiful when you beg," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

He moved his hand down to Aurora’s swollen pussy lips, teasingly rubbing his fingers over them before dipping one inside. The Ghoulette moaned at the feeling of being penetrated, even in this small way.

"You're so wet for me," Swiss purred, his voice deep and low.

Aurora squealed softly as Swiss thrusted his fingers inside of her. It had been a very long time since she had anything besides her own fingers in her cunt, so Swiss was working wonders on her sensitive body.

Aurora bit her lip and slammed her eyes shut as she tried to swivel her hips to create more friction between Swiss' fingers and her hungry pussy. "F-Feels good," Aurora whispered.

Swiss watched with dark eyes as the Ghoulette squirmed under his touch. His fingers moved in and out of her, finding her sweet spot and rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure.

"You like that, huh?" He growled, his fingers working faster inside her, the moans and groans leaving Aurora’s mouth making his cock twitch in his pants.

Swiss leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with here as his fingers continued to work their magic against her clit and G-spot.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he promised, his voice low and husky.

"I'm sure, big boy," Aurora whispered while trying to bite back her little squeals of pleasure as Swiss teased her clit with his skillful fingers, "If this i-is what teasing you on stage gets me, I want to keep -fuck- doing it. Agh, oh fuck." She growled as the heat in her abdomen began to intensify, signifying an orgasm was approaching.

"Oh, you think so?" He smirked, his fingers moving faster inside of her as he teased her clit mercilessly.

Just as the orgasm was about to crash over Aurora, Swiss pulled his fingers out and left her hanging, her cunt aching for more.

He chuckled darkly as Aurora’s expression grew into one of annoyance and betrayal over Swiss not letting her cum, “What? You think I’d let you cum that quickly after your weeks of teasing? No… you’re going to have to beg to cum, sweet girl. It won’t be that easy.”

"Swiss!" Aurora cried out while absentmindedly bucking her hips into the air, missing his touch immensely, "You can't just do that! I-I need to cum. You can't tease me like that!"

The Ghoulette stared at him with doe eyes, silently begging him to return to her cunt. Whether it was his fingers again, his lips, or his cock... none of it mattered. She just needed Swiss.

"Oh, I can, and I will," Swiss smirked, his voice dark and full of promise.

He moved closer and gently pushed Aurora’s legs apart, revealing her swollen and leaking pussy to him once again. His cock twitched in anticipation, leaking pre-cum into his pants.

Without warning, he got to his knees in front of Aurora and licked a hot, wet strip up her cunt.

"Now beg," he growled, his eyes never leaving Aurora’s as her back arched, “And if you don’t beg, I will never touch you again. Beg for me to fuck you cock-drunk.”

Aurora’s back arched the second his fat, wet tongue made contact with her needy hole. A strained, strangled gasp left her mouth, and her bound arms struggled against the belt to grabbed Swiss' head.

"F-Fuck!" she moaned while bucking her hips up to meet Swiss' mouth, "T-That feels so good! More! More, please!"

Swiss chuckled darkly as he lapped up her juices, savoring the taste of her. His tongue darted in and out of the Ghoulette’s soaking wet pussy, flicking against her clit and driving her wild.

Swiss’ fingers also worked overtime, pushing in and out of the multi-Ghoulette’s holes, earning another strained moan with each thrust. Aurora’s juices were beginning to soak Swiss’ moustache, which made the Ghoul’s dick swell with arousal.

‘A little treat for later,’ he thought to himself as he continued to piston his tongue and fingers through Aurora’s needy hole; her walls clenching around him painfully.

"That's it, baby," he purred, his quiet voice being drowned out due to Aurora’s feral moans, “You taste so fucking good. You’re so wet for me, it’s almost pathetic.”

He pulled back slightly, his cock twitching in anticipation as he watched Aurora squirm under his touch.

"You want my cock in that tight little pussy of yours, don't you?" He asked, his voice low and husky.

"Y-Yes, Swiss!" Aurora squeaked pathetically as her muscles began to contract and twitch due to the second orgasm she was approaching being suddenly yanked from her right as she reached the climax.

“You’ve gotta stop edging me, Swiss! I’ll die if I don’t get to cum!”

Of course, classic Aurora. Always being so damn dramatic.

"Oh, you think I'm going to stop now?" Swiss chuckled darkly, his eyes darkening with lust.

The Ghoul quickly unzipped his zipper and pushed his boxers down. His huge, pulsating cock popped out of the zipper hole, the tip leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Aurora’s mouth began watering at the sight; the sudden temptation to wrap her lips around him and milk him dry.

Swiss chuckled lowly as he saw that look in Aurora’s eyes, and approached while positioning his cock at her entrance. He rubbed the head against her soaking wet pussy lips.

"Tell me, sweet girl," he whispered, his voice rough with desire, "When was the last time you had a real cock in here?"

He pushed forward slowly, feeling her tight heat engulf his cock. A shocked gasp left Aurora’s lips as he pushed a bit of his length in unexpectedly.

"That's right," he growled, his hips beginning to move in a slow, sensual grind, "Do you feel how good it feels to be filled by a real man?"

Aurora scooted her lower half to the edge of the counter so Swiss could have more room to push his impressive dick inside of her hungry pussy. Her jaw laid ajar as he slowly picked up a rhythm; her eyes rolling into the back of her head as Swiss started dirty talking.

"It feels so good to be fucked by a real man," she blabbered while struggling to get her hands out of the stupid bindings, "There's no dick that compares to yours, Swiss! F-Fuck you feel so good!"

Swiss grinned wickedly as he watched her reactions. He pulled out a bit before slamming back in, his hips slapping against Aurora’s ass cheeks.

Aurora felt her body being taken over by pleasure as he thrust in and out of her, hitting her G-spot with every stroke. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with Aurora’s guttural moans and gasps.

"That's right, baby," he growled, "Only my cock can make you feel this good."

He picked up the pace, fucking her hard and fast now.

"You like it when I take control, don't you?" He asked, his voice low and menacing.

"Say it," he growled, pushing his cock deeper inside Aurora; drool trickling down her face and out of her swollen lips as her whole body shook with pleasure.

Usually, Aurora would've wanted to be in control in the bedroom, especially with someone as handsome as Swiss, but this time, she loved Swiss being in charge.

"I love it when you take control!" the multi-Ghoulette shouted to obediently, while pushing her hips into Swiss' as he continued to pound her pussy, "There's no one who can make me feel like this besides you! I am yours to control, Swiss!"

"Good girl," Swiss purred, his hips slamming against Aurora’s ass.

He reached upwards and pinched one of her nipples, making her gasp and blush ferociously.

"You're such a naughty little slut," he growled, "But I love it."

Without warning, Swiss grabbed her hair and yanked her head back, exposing her neck. He nipped and sucked at Aurora’s skin, leaving a mark that would surely turn into a bruise.

This sensation mixed with Swiss’ thrusts once again pushed Aurora to the climax she had been chasing all night.

"You're mine, Aurora," he whispered against her skin, "And I'm going to claim you. No one else in the fucking ministry will be able to have you. You are mine.”

His thrusts became harder, faster, and deeper as he took Aurora to the edge of orgasm once again, this time with the intention of letting her cum.

"C-Cuming!" she slurred as her muscles began to contract and twitch; stars blotting her vision. Aurora’s toes curled as she finally hit that orgasm she had been begging for this whole night; an unearthly screech leaving her lips.

Aurora’s legs wrapped around Swiss' waist, trapping him inside of her as she came. The multi-Ghoulette’s pussy clenched all over Swiss' cock, squeezing pleasurably as she came all over his dick.

Swiss groaned as he felt Aurora’s tight pussy clenching around his cock, her orgasm sending shockwaves through the duo.

"That's it, baby," he purred, his hips bucking against hers as he found his own release.

Swiss buried his cock to the hilt inside her, filling her up completely as he came, his hot seed shooting deep inside her womb.

He collapsed on top of Aurora, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

"You're addicted to my cock, aren't you?" He asked, smirking down at you.

"Heh," Aurora breathily laughed while leaning into Swiss as he collapsed on top of her; her hands still tied up so she couldn't fully embrace him, "You wish, Swiss. I've only had your cock once-- how am I to know if I'm addicted or not?"

"Oh, you'll know," Swiss chuckled, rolling off of Aurora and untying her wrists.

She winced slightly as the belt come off her wrists; a small amount of bruising and burning left on her arms from the straining due to Swiss’ thrusts.

He pulled out of Aurora, his cock twitching as it left her pussy. A long strand of his cum hung from her pussy lips, dripping onto the floor.

"Now, clean me up," he ordered, pointing to the mess on his dick.

The multi-Ghoulette looked at him with a mix of lust and defiance, knowing what he wanted. She got off the counter and crawled over to him, her naked body glistening with sweat and cum.

"Get on your knees," he commanded, his voice stern.

Aurora immediately dropped to her knees in front of the Ghoul, her tail lashing from excitement. She gripped at his jeans for balance support, which were soaked around the zipper line due to her cum.

Using her left hand, Aurora grabbed Swiss' shaft and pumped it softly before placing it inside of her mouth. She teasingly licked it from the base all the way to the tip, tasting tinges of herself on his cock.

Swiss groaned as he felt her warm, wet mouth engulfing his cock.

"That's it, baby," he whispered, running his fingers through her hair. "Now, make me feel good."

He placed a hand on the back of Aurora’s head, guiding her movements as she took him deeper into her mouth. His hips began to buck again, fucking her face.

"You're such a good little slut," Swiss purred.

Aurora’s throat squelched as Swiss' dick pistoned through her mouth. Tears pricked her eyes from the pressure his dick inflicted on her throat; the occasional gag leaving her lips. The Ghoulette moaned across his length as Swiss began to face-fuck her; wetness pooling at her abused cunt once more.

"That's it, Aurora," Swiss whispered, his voice hoarse. "Take it all."

He reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back slightly so he could look into your eyes. His gaze was intense, possessive.

Aurora coughed a little bit as Swiss pulled her mouth off his cock, saliva dribbling down her lips as she inhaled deeply.

"You belong to me now," he growled, his hips slamming back into her face, taking Aurora by surprise.

The Ghoulette’s body trembled with the onslaught of sensations as he continued to thrust his cock in and out of her throat, leaving no part of it untouched.

"Say it," the Ghoul demanded. "Tell me you belong to me."

Aurora felt her resistance crumble under his gaze. "I... belong to you," she managed to choke out between gags as Swiss pulled his dick from her mouth one more time.

"That's a good girl," he purred, his hips slowing down as he reached climax.

He pulled out of her mouth, his cock glistening with her saliva and cum. Without saying a word, ropes of cum erupted from Swiss’ dick, coating Aurora’s face with his seed.

Aurora immediately stuck her tongue out and attempted to catch the cum as it covered her face. Swiss couldn’t help but moan as he saw the sight in front of him.

The Ghoul collapsed on the ground beside Aurora and pulled her into his chest. He laid a few soft kisses to her cheeks, forehead, and lips; a purr vibrating from his chest.

“You were so good for me, baby,” he whispered encouragingly while pushing some pieces of hair behind Aurora’s ears, “So, so good.”

Aurora struggled to catch her breath, but when she did, she softly placed her lips upon Swiss’; her eyes fluttering shut.

“I’m going to tease you more often on stage if it means we can do that more often,” she whispered while rubbing her thumbs across the Ghoul’s cheeks.

The purr increased in Swiss’ chest; his tail swaying in happiness.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #one shot #ghost #ghost band #smut #ghost bc #ghost band smut #ghost bc smut #swiss ghoul #swiss ghoul smut #aurora ghoul #aurora ghoulette #swiss x aurora #aurora x swiss smut #aurora x swiss #aurora smut #aurora ghoulette smut #b0ndage

[trin-gvf]

what i would do to have one singular night with this man. i want him to **!* *!@ *$%@ *!&#*! *!@* out of me!!! <3

#ghost the band #ghost bc #ghost bc smut #copia #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus

[tojisun]

simon (ghost) riley x fem reader

!! smut - minors dni; slight dumbification and daddy kink

simon realizes that he’s finally hit that threshold that renders you incoherent – too blissed out to respond beyond half-formed moans and stuttered gasps; too dizzy from pleasure that your eyes stopped seeing.

shit, you’re always so cute like this.

his hips don’t pause but he does slow down the tempo, choosing to rut deeply and slowly instead as he savours the way your body is getting jostled on the bed as if it stood no chance against his. and it truly doesn’t, a fact that makes him tremble.

you’re so soft and malleable under him, all doe-eyed and soft edges, kiss-swollen lips mouthing his name – “si! daddy, so good!”

simon humps his cock into your pussy, grunting at the feeling of your walls spasming around his size, swallowing him in so greedily. he closes his eyes with a hiss, going blind at the tight squeeze of your heat.

christ, love. how do you expect him to hold back when you feel so delicious around him?

“y’r takin’ me so fuckin’ well again, baby,” he murmurs, pressing his lips on your damp cheek, grinning when all he gets is a breathy moan in reply.

“i’m fuckin’ you good?” simon asks, thrusting in again, meshing together his hips onto your pelvis. the wetness of your cunt makes a wanton sound at the press, and you let out a squeal at another deep slide, your pretty eyes screwing shut at the overwhelming pleasure.

“fuck,” he gasps out. “yeah i am, aren’t i? look at you tremblin’.”

quiet and elated chuckles slip from his lips, and simon croons when all you can do again is cry out his name.

he’ll never tire of hearing you gasp out for him.

he nuzzles his nose along your cheek, the action so soft like he isn’t making a mess out of your cunt, and ghosts a kiss on the bridge of your nose.

“my sweet girl,” he breathes out. “my perfect girl – all mine. is that right, baby?”

“yes,” you finally manage to grit out, your voice all hoarse and broken. “all yours, si.”

simon shivers at your words; at how wrecked you sound, his heart swelling at the knowledge that he’s made you like this. that only he can pull you apart until you are bare and trembling for him.

“s’right, baby, y’r all mine.” he pulls up just enough to catch your little smile, your bleary eyes finally zoned back in as you gaze up at him in bashfulness. simon presses a quick kiss on your lips.

“and i’m all y’rs, sweetheart. jus’ yours.”

#suns.f #THROWING MY PHONE AWAY BC I CANT IM TOO DEEP INTO COD MEN ITS CRAZY #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon ghost riley #suns

[sky-is-the-limit]

Both my lips smiling rn.

#glad ghost/könig stans who only simp bc they saw a tiktok edit don't know about the real hot men of CoD cause only bitches with taste get to #phillip graves #cod #call of duty #mw3 #cod mw3 #warren kole #phillip graves smut #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x you #cod smut #cod x reader #cod x you #captain price #simon ghost riley #könig #john soap mactavish

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 12. corruption kink

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “not so angelic”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ the little angel that came down from heaven to spread the joyous spirit… surely omega won’t try anything

pairing: omega ghoul x gn!angel!reader

a/n: this one has been in the back of my mind for a while now. this one is a little more dark than the previous ones. viewer discretion is advised.

cw: nsfw content. corruption kink. dub-con. kinda primal play-idk (?). stalker omega. virginity loss. rough sex. outdoor sex. penetration. marks and hickeys. bites. slight masochism from reader.

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“look at those soft, pearly wings… i bet they’d look even prettier after i fuck you up.” —❤︎

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every winter season, omega finds himself trudging out of the ghoul den, unglamoured and keeping himself hidden in the shadows as he observed the joyous season of christmas.

it was a rather simple holiday to the quintessence ghoul. a time where friends and family come together to enjoy the fleeting wonders this winter holiday had to offer. chestnuts roasted over a crackling fire, accompanied by the fresh aroma of peppermint and mistletoe. omega found solace in christmas. to be able to have so much fun and create a beautiful warmth in the most dangerous season of the year. he found beauty in that.

but, all of those festivities weren’t what caught omega’s eyes about christmas.

just like how demons and ghouls roamed the blackened skies during halloween and the events of november, their counterparts descended from the heavens to help spread christmas spirit, veiled in their disguises to be sure to not give away their holy features.

you were an angel that omega just so happened to stumble upon. he watched you from the branch of a pine tree, being sure to keep himself cloaked in the darkness as he observed you jumping around happily in the snow. he’s been watching you for a while now. you didn’t know him, but you spotted him once during last year’s christmas and gave him a friendly smile— not knowing of his true demonic nature. since then, omega has been hooked. he didn’t have a definite reason on why he was so drawn to you, but the ghoul has found himself trying to find your presence, catching you doing your heavenly duties for the ones above.

omega just found you strikingly beautiful.

while he was observing you from the snowy trees, he noticed how you were frolicking around the snowflakes and singing a sweet christmas tune. how cute, you were having some time to yourself, singing childish carols, but your sweet angelic voice was beautiful enough to serenade the woodland creatures nearby. hell, it was enough to serenade omega himself. your voice was delicate, but it was laced with a certain sweetness that honeyed each word you sung.

it was such a beautiful sound.

omega couldn’t help but wonder how your voice would sound if you moaned his name.

the quintessence ghoul has taken a liking to your… innocence. you were so pure, as white as snow, just like the pearly color of your feathery angel wings, they were like a dove’s. something about that youthful purity drove his mind… crazy. the very thought of numbing your oh so innocent mind, into a broken, sex-crazed bastard was enough to get his dick hard. that just sounded so hot to him. he didn’t care if that made him a creep, he was just yearning to feel your angelic body on his corrupt, demonic one.

omega needed you. he needed to have a piece of that.

he growled lowly and licked his lips as he observed you dancing and singing. omega found himself growing more excited as he slowly got closer to you, creeping down from the branch and slowly approaching you, as you were still oblivious to the piercing slits of omega’s violet eyes staring into your form.

as you neared the end of your song, your eyes slowly opened to look up at the sky. you were about to take a deep breath in to appreciate the chilly air, but an instinctive yelp escaped your throat as you felt yourself get tackled into the snowy grass.

omega hovered over you and snarled as he stared down at you, his face filled with a tainted, greedy desire that only you could satisfy. he let out a low, husky growl and smirked.

“got you.” he teased darkly, and your eyes widened as you stared up at him.

it was a ghoul. you shouldn’t be seen with a ghoul like this— let alone any kind of demon. it was a sin. you struggled and writhed around to try and get free.

“l-let go, demon!” you shrieked, feathers ruffling as you tried to get away. “i can’t be seen with you!”

omega pouted at this. awww, were you trying to escape? too bad, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. “awh baby… don’t be like that. i promise i’m a nice demon.”

he chuckled lustfully and lowly, his pupils turning into hearts as he stared down at you, keeping you pinned to the ground. you just winced as you looked up at him, still not exactly picking up what he wants.

“w-what do you want from me..?” you squeaked out, trying not to cry from how scared you were. omega noticed the glossiness in your beautiful eyes.

fuck. that was so hot.

“you, angel.” he stated bluntly and huskily, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “i want you.”

he giggled sadistically at your shocked, almost intrigued expression as you reached to his words. you? what could he possibly want from you?

his calloused, dark claws moved to grab a chunk of soft feathers that were on your wings. your entire body jolted from the touch. ah, sensitive wings. that’s okay, it only made things more exciting for omega. he practically moaned when he caressed the softness of your wings, appreciating the delicacy that tangled between his fingers.

“look at those soft, pearly wings… i bet they’d look even prettier after i fuck you up.” he said between rugged breaths, just getting so incredibly riled up from the feeling of getting to touch you.

“you have no idea how badly i wanna fuck you right now..” omega whispered seductively into your ear, hot breath tickling your ear as you squealed. “ruin that angel body of yours… making you mine. i bet the heavens wouldn’t wanna see their precious little angel getting all fucked up by a filthy, lowly infernal now, would they?”

you squirmed again and let a few tears trickle down your cheeks as you got completely dominated by this lowly demon. you couldn’t believe it, to think that one of lucifer’s creations would be here, getting it on with you.

but fuck, the way he touched your wings… that was only the first step into numbing your mind from all of that innocence.

“p-please..” you spoke between muffled cries. “i-i just…”

what were you even trying to say? did you want this or not?

omega just narrowed his eyes down at you, before smirking, and trailing his fingers over to your pristine silky white robe.

he smirked darkly, before completely tearing off the robe in one go, creating a loud rip sound that almost felt humiliating. you gasped loudly and tried to cover yourself, the chilly winds hitting your exposed skin. omega just scoffed and grabbed your wrists, pulling them away and pinning them to the snow floor as he got an eyeful of your sexy, naked body.

“shit. you were hiding all of that this whole time?” omega chuckled, marveling at every curve and dip he saw. “this is a body that’s practically screaming to be fucked.”

his words were so dirty, you weren’t used to it. but there was this strange feeling that drew you to it, his presence, despite how much you were fighting it.

omega makes quick work of his own clothes. he uses his tail to restrain your wrists as he stripped himself of his clothes, being quick and haste, desperate to feel himself inside of you already. after a bit of fumbling, omega is now sitting naked on top of you, his hard cock leaking precum onto your stomach. he stroked himself a few times to smear the precum onto the chub and shaft of his dick, lubing himself up. without even giving you a warning, omega completely thrusted his cock into your virgin hole, making you scream from the searing feeling.

“a-aahhh!!” you shrieked, trying to hold onto the ground as omega thrusted into you wildly. “i-it hurts!! p-please it hurts!”

“you can take it.” omega grunted between thrusts, groaning loudly as he fucked you raw. he was having the time of his life right now, watching your fucked out expression as he pounded into you.

there it was, you were no longer chaste. the very heavenly principle that you valued the most. gone. and yet, you found yourself so fucking turned on by the situation. you didn’t know what it was, why the fear, the thrill, the shame of it all got you so horny. you didn’t even know what it was like to be horny until you met this demon. that feeling of pain soon melted into an intense pleasure that pooled in the core of your stomach, and your legs hooked around omega’s waist while he went to town on you.

“g-god yess! more!” you cried out, tongue lolling out of your mouth while omega hovered over you, fucking you into oblivion. he moaned loudly, and dipped his head down to mark your neck with hickeys while he pounded into you.

“there it is… there’s the slutty little angel i’ve been looking for.” omega grinned into your neck, loving the fact that you were begging for more. you’d claws dug into your thighs, creating bloody scratch marks that only made you moan louder.

you knew that you’d be instantly banished from the heavens if they ever found out about this. mingling with a demon and losing your purity, but you didn’t care, not right now at least. you felt too good, and you were breaking every rule written in the heavens book that shaped who you were. shaped you into the obedient, innocent little angel.

but this? this was not so angelic.

“f-fuck! i need to cum! i need to cum!!” you begged over and over to omega, needing a release. he just growled and bit into your skin as his thrusts got faster.

“oh yeah? you need to cum?” he grunted out, his cock hitting all of the right spots inside of you as he fucked you into the snow. it was like the sheer cold didn’t even matter, because he was fucking you so good that it was warning you up.

“cum for me, angel. show the gods what i can do to their precious angels.”

that line just does it for you. you whined loudly and came hard with a whimper, body spasming wildly as your cum creamed omega’s cock. the quintessence ghoul also groaned loudly and came deep within you, his hot cum filling your insides up completely.

omega sighed heavily and stayed inside of you, watching your form pant heavily and trying to register what happened.

you… you just had sex with a demon.

you didn’t even have the time to properly register what happened, because omega started thrusting again, making you cry out loudly. this was just the start.

omega gritted his teeth and spoke to you in a sultry, lusty voice that you will never forget.

“you’re mine, angel. always will be. i’ll show the heavens that you belong to me, and nothing will change that. if i have to keep fucking you to show that, then so be it. i don’t want you to be bound by their petty little rules.”

he thrusted harder, and you moaned loudly.

“so… how about it? you wanna keep fucking this demon? or go back to being a little servant for some feathery pricks.”

you could only whimper and nod in response, completely consumed by this feeling. this feeling of darkness and lust that you loved to taste.

“please.. more.”

the moment you spoke those words, you felt your crystal clear angel wings, wilt into a shadowy, charcoal color.

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#holiday hoes event #ghost bc fic #omega ghoul #omega x reader #omega smut #omega ghost #the band ghost x reader #the band ghost smut #ghost bc smut #nameless ghoul smut #nameless ghoul x reader #smutty drabble #smutty headcanons #angel reader #christmas #christmas prompts

[fortheharbingers]

a/n: just some rain ghoul thoughts to keep me going thru the day<3 nsfw content below, minors do Not interact

Ghouls by nature are feisty clingy creatures, showing the intensity of their emotions with every sense of the word, be it their actions, way of speaking, expressing themselves and even fucking, (especially fucking).

But with Rain, you learn the word ‘fuck’ is an underestimation of the action. As cliche as it sounds, with Rain it is love-making.

With every thrust of his hips, you feel his love and passion to its fullest, buried to the hilt, slow and deep, he knows which spot to hit, which spot to drag against. Whispers and grunts come out of his mouth like a prayer, your name said in a plea, in a pray. Your breathy moans by his ear only makes him unravel, lose what sliver of control, of sense he had; fully losing himself in you, body moving on its own accord.

In his voice you hear his desperation, his frustrations– for all the lost years he has spent without you up until now, up until meeting. You, you and only the thoughts of you consuming him from the inside out, every cell in his body yelling him not to part away from you, not even for a second, not even for a breath.

Capturing your lips with his, he whispers his devotions to you, promises he makes for the future, for the better, for the worse; promises of gentle and promises of all the things he wants to do to you, would you like me to do that, how does this sound, you’d want that, wouldn’t you?– teeth clashing, he feels a hunger for you that won’t go away no matter what, he could have you at all times, be inside you for eternity and still it wouldn’t be enough, still he wants more, to be closer, to feel you until his senses have dulled.

Bodies pressed until no space left, nails dug in into each other’s flesh, spots of red and purple blooming on your skins, marks of teeth on the inside of your thighs, your neck, your chest, your hips–

Hands on your waist, keeping you firm in place, you can feel his every move inside you, each drag and pressure, when his tongue drags, when his canines scratch, when he is barely keeping it together now, nearing that high, so close, so warm, doing his best to make the moment last a little longer, resisting the urge to cum right then and there.

The look of absolute euphoria on your face and tears streaming down your cheeks, two of his favorite sights on earth and in hell.

#he still fucks well bu t my point is the way he does feels a diffent type of intimate loving and passionate compared to other ghouls #nova writes<3 #rain ghoul #ghost bc #gender neutral reader #rain x reader #rain x you #rain ghoul smut #ghost bc smut #ghost bc x you #ghost bc x reader #ghost smut #nameless ghouls x you #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #nameless ghouls smut #rain smut #ghost band x you #ghost x reader #band ghost smut #rain ghoul fics

[simon--ghost--riley]

Where's. The. Damn. Dog.

#ghost x babygirl!reader #simon ghost riley #the band ghost #ghost #ghost cod #ghost bc #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #tumblr milestone #ghost x male reader #ghost x soap #cod smut #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod mwii #rain code #mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #mwii #trends #fiction #my fic #fic rec #fic ref

[do2faj]

I found this in the depths of my Ipad

#from last summer I think #the band ghost #ghost the band #ghost #ghost fanart #papa emeritus fanart #ghost the band fanart #secondo ghost #secondo #ghost secondo #secondo emeritus #papa secondo #daddy secondo #papa emeritus the second #papa emeritus secondo #papa emeritus ii fanart #papa emeritus ii smut #ghost band #papa emeritus 2 #sister of sin #papa ii fanart #papa ii #secondo fanart #ghost fandom #band ghost #ghost bc #infestissumam #sisters of sin #papa emeritus #secondo x reader

[rodolfoparras]

Say something stupid (like I love you)

Pairing: Male character x Top Male reader

Cw: 18+, non human yandere character, human yandere reader, stalking, obsessing, possessiveness, masturbation, bondage, blood play, spit play, non consensual voyeurism, dubious consent, dom male reader, sub male character

Synopis: After spending so many years looking for the right one for him, he finally finds you or you find him…

When he first met you he hadn’t intended to fall in love, matter of fact he’d long given up on the concept solely because his partners rarely viewed love and relationships in the same way that he did.

Sure they’ve gotten jealous over him but never did they get possessive like he did.

Sure they’ve loved him but never did they get obsessed like he did.

Sure he’d been in committed relationships but never did they allow him to claim them properly.

And because of that he always broke up with them.

It’s love, he tried to explain, the all consuming type that has you tapping into your deepest darkest desires.

His previous lovers didn’t understand it, no one seemed to do, until he met you.

He had observed you through the shadows at first, not wanting to scare you away before he’d even gotten the chance to say hello.

He’d watch you practice in the garden. You were rather skilled with the sword but there were still weak spots in your swordsmanship, windows of opportunity where someone could come and harm you.

From then on he decided that he’d do everything in his power to prevent you from getting hurt, even if that meant secretly watching you from bushes and trees while you practiced with your sword.

He’d sometimes watch you take short walks to town. You didn’t seem to care whether it was day or night, seemingly determined as ever to finish whatever errand you had in mind. But he cared because sure while you knew how to wield a sword, the world you lived in was very unpredictable. You shouldn’t roam around alone so of course he followed wherever you decided to go.

He’d even watch you sleep until dusk turned into dawn through the window you always forget to close. Sometimes you couldn’t fall asleep for whatever reason, so you’d lay in bed, body bare and on full display lazily stroking your dick, grunts and groans tumbling past your lips, as you steadily worked yourself towards your release.

He tried not to look, it would be rather improper of him. He’d instead trail his gaze around your surroundings to make sure no one was watching, no one else but him.

You never noticed him or maybe you did because sometimes you’d throw a look over your shoulder while practicing with your sword as if you could feel someone watching you.

And sometimes you’d take one too many unnecessary trips to town, each time taking a new and unfamiliar path as if wanting to keep him on his toes somehow.

And sometimes while pleasuring yourself, you’d gaze into the open window, right in the spot where he usually hides himself, eyes searching the dark as if you were looking for something or rather someone, as if you were looking for him.

However the most notable thing was that you never seemed to fear him, at least not from what he could see.

There were no goosebumps rising upon your skin whenever you thought someone was watching you at practice, no pulse wildly beating under your skin when he was following you closely, no shaking limbs except for when you inched closer to your release.

He was intrigued.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon enough he decided to make himself known.

When he’d stepped out of the shadows and into the light he’d been intrigued with how much more beautiful you were up close but he’d been more intrigued with how familiar you seemed to be with him.

You didn’t lunge him down to the ground, didn’t bring your sword to his throat, didn’t even try to walk away when he came up to you.

Instead you said his name with a soft smile on your face, pronouncing the string of letters as if you were rather familiar with them, as if you were familiar with him. How you’d found that out, he had no idea.

He was used to an air of caution surrounding his conquests, the other party needing some time before they warmed up to him, maybe two or three dates before they allowed him to steal a kiss but there was no need for that with you.

There was no need for it when you were the one to pull him in for a kiss, a yelp of surprise turning into whimpers and whines, steadily licking into his mouth as if trying to erase any trace of previous conquests, sucking on his tongue and biting on his lips as if trying to devour him, before breaking apart, a string of blood and spit connecting you to him

At that point his conquests usually try to run away. They see the wild look in his eyes, the blood smeared around his mouth and run for the hills.

Instead it seems like you’re trying to prevent him from running away, one hand keeping a vice like grip on his throat, thumb pressing down on his Adam apples til his ears ring and world blurs while the other hand blindly fumbles for the cleft of his ass, fingers brushing over his clothed entrance.

He’d never managed to go as far as to get his conquests into bed yet here you were tying his limbs to the bed posters, using a bit of pre to stretch the tight ring of muscles before sinking into his warm wet heat like you owed it, uncaring of the way he winces and hisses as you set a steady pace with your hips, solely focusing on your pleasure.

You keep your gaze glued to his, like he’d done with you for so many weeks, eyes wide and frantic as if someone would steal him away from you, taking in the tears trickling down his cheeks, the way spit is dribbling down his chin, the way his cock is uselessly slaps against his abdomen while you frantically thrust into him.

And when he thought it was time to leave, feeling absolutely spent and wrung dry, nothing but pathetic spurts of cum spilling from his cock,you had stopped him before he could even get up.

This time you lunged at him, still naked as ever, your hard cock pressing against his thigh while pushing the sharp blade of a knife up against his jugglar.

Right then and there he knew that he loved you

and he knew that you loved him too.

#top male reader #dom male reader #yandere reader #I’m so nervous ABOT this bc never this type of. theme so I hope y’all like it djdjd #yandere male reader #sub yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x male reader #yandere smut #monster oc #monster x reader #monster x male reader #monster smut #x male reader #male reader #John price x reader #John price x male reader #gaz x reader #gaz x male reader #ghost x reader #ghost x male reader #soap x reader #soap x male reader

[aestheticpearl]

— ‘you’ve got to press it on you.’

characters. dewdrop, rain, swiss, mountain, phantom

themes. SMUT

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

[gender neutral reader]

ghoulettes

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

➳ dewdrop

he def fucks with a PASSION

very accommodating

if you want to go slow, he’ll go slow

if you want it rough, he’ll be rough

he can be whatever you’d like, praise or degradation

‘oh yeah, that’s it baby— fuck you really know how to move, where’d you learn that hm? you fucking the other ghouls?’

POWER BOTTOM

i said what i said

dew loves to watch you ride him

and he loves to hold your hips to guide your movements

it’s definitely his favorite position

he doesn’t mind topping tho

this ghoul will mark you up until your neck is painted in your own blood

he’ll lick it up cause he love how sweet you taste

“such a pretty thing covered in your own blood and my cum, fuck you turn me on.”

you lay breathlessly on top of the ghoul as he pets your head. you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, your mind fuzzy and fucked out.

“few more rounds yeah?” dewdrop states moving so he’s now on top of you.

he slips himself back inside you with little effort, using his own cum that’s on you as a lubricant.

you groan into your pillow at the stretch of him. no matter how many times you do it, it still burns in the best way possible.

“that’s it, you’re so good at taking my dick.” he says before leaning over to bite your shoulder.

➳ rain

he doesn’t fuck

he makes love

and he’s so good at it

gives the BEST head

he would stay between your legs for hours if you’d let him

shower sex

y’all are always fuckin in the shower or in some kind of water

oddly enough he’s not a fan of bath sex

the water splashes on the floor and you almost slipped because of it one time

shamelessly loud moans

he breathes heavily after he cums that’s so hot holy fuck

he’ll definitely thank you while cumming

‘thankyouthankyouthankyou— hgnnn i love you so much’

loves to make out with you while he’s inside you

he’s def cried after sex cause it felt so good but don’t tell anyone that

your lips are starting to go numb because of the heavy make out session between the both of you. it almost distracts you from the slow but skilled rolling of his hips into yours. almost.

“you feel so good around me, satan i love you so much.” rain says before moving back into the kiss and pinning you more up against the shower wall.

the water pours down both of your bodies and something about it just absolutely does it for rain.

“you look so amazing like this, soaking wet while i drill my cock into you.” he moans.

➳ swiss

kinky bastard

degradation king

but like his aftercare is amazing so it’s fine

corruption kink

fav position is doggy

loves shoving your face into a pillow while he plows you from behind

also likes to lean down and yank you up so he can hold your neck

has marked you everywhere

needs to let everyone know you’re his

‘you’re mine, don’t forget that’

almost bit a major artery in your leg

ALMOST

there was a lot of blood but it’s okay cause you didn’t die and it only turned him on more

he will try any angle that feels good

he MAKES you flexible

this bitch definitely growls

LOVES to make you watch how he disappears inside you

def has a mirror next to his bed

“look at how good i fuck you.” swiss grips your face and makes you turn to look at yourself in the mirror next to him bed. “look at how well your slutty hole takes me ahh fucking whore for my cock.”

you let out a pathetic whimper that makes swiss chuckle as he pushes your head back into the mattress.

“keep your eyes on me.” he whispers in your ear as he holds the back of your neck. he plants a swift smack on your ass before rubbing his hand over it gently to soothe the sting.

“good play thing.”

➳ mountain

he knows his size

he also knows how to use it

OH LORD

he is so gentle tho

a little scared he’ll hurt you

he also can’t degrade you

he tried and HE ended up crying

loves how he towers over your body

can and will man handle you which means he will fuck you everywhere he can

the wall, the bathroom, the practice room

everywhere

loves the thrill of getting caught

‘shhh baby you don’t want us to get caught do you?’

he loves when you’re vocal, since he kinda just grunts and groans

mountain lifts your leg gently for better access and you can’t help but moan loudly before his hand covers your mouth and he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“so loud, i’m starting to think you want someone to catch us pretty thing.”

your eyes squeeze shut as your body is hit with another wave of pleasure as you feel mountain’s free hand take yours to guide it down your chest and stop at your abdomen before pressing down.

“i’m right here, you feel that?”

➳ phantom

i love phantom i do but he’s younger and doesn’t have as much as experience as the other ghouls

that being said

he focuses a little too much on himself but

HE WHIMPERS

‘ah fuck’

he loves holding you close to him while thrusting into you

doesn’t pull out all the way, he kind of just jerks into you really fast

lil jackhammer

he learns how to make you feel good from your guidance

likes when you communicate how you feel during sex

he likes seeing you cry but only because it feels good

he doesn’t like hurting you

bites you but not hard enough to draw blood

he likes praising you

very possessive

phantom places gentle kisses over the fresh indent of his teeth on your neck while holding onto you for dear life.

“such a good little thing for me nghh so tight, all mine.”

you’ll admit he was going a little too fast for it to feel good on you end, that was until you adjusted your hips and he started hitting a certain spot that had your legs shaking.

phantom takes notice of this almost immediately.

“i hit your sweet spot didn’t i?”

“p-phantom i need to you slow down and keep that angle.” your eyes are practically rolling back into your head at this point as he listens to your instructions.

“fuck you’re squeezing me so tight.”

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