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bupia · 6 months

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3, 27 and 33 with dew please! <3

OVERSTIMULATION

“I’ll take care of you.” "You're doing so well." “I won’t hurt you.”

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(AFAB!Reader: swearing; overstimulation; clit stimulation; fingering; unprotected sex: p in v)

• This is a part 2 from Day 2

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Day 14 | Day 16

"More?" you asked, your voice tinged with nervousness.

"Yes," Dewdrop replied, his hand reaching for your cheek to caress it. "I need more of you. Don't you need more of me?"

Your eyes locked onto his, and you nodded in agreement. Dewdrop's grin widened, and he lowered his body to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. You eagerly wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer, pressing his body firmly against yours. With one of your legs wrapped around him, you pulled his hips down to meet yours. Your hips began to move in a seductive rhythm, sensually grinding against his.

You could feel his hardness growing again between your legs. You moaned into his mouth as you felt yourself getting wet. Dewdrop's hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch of it. The kiss deepened as your hands roamed across his back.

He pulled away from the kiss, and looked at you with desire burning in his eyes. His hands moved to down to cup your mound, and you bit your lower lip in anticipation. Dewdrop slowly ran his fingers up and down your slit, teasing you with his touch. He leaned forward, and gently kissed your neck, then moved to suck on your earlobe, causing a soft moan to escape your lips.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you," Dewdrop whispered into your ear. "I just want you more. A lot more. Is it okay for you?"

You nodded, biting your bottom lip again. "Yes, I want you too," you said breathlessly.

His finger went to your still sensible clit, rubbing it slowly, causing you to arch your back and press yourself harder against him. His fingers moved in slow circles, making your breathing heavy. You reached out and grabbed his wrist in a firm grip.

"Mmm... Dew..." you purred.

"What?" he asked with a mischievous expression. "Is this good?"

"Yes... yes... yes... It feels... so good, Dew," you gasped, arching your hips.

His thumb went to your clit, rubbing it hard. You threw your head back, closing your eyes and biting your lower lip. Dewdrop started to tease it, rubbing in circular motion. You moaned loudly, your whole body tensing up.

"Dewdrop!" you cried out. "You're going to make me cum again!"

Dewdrop didn't utter a word, he just smiled wickedly, and increased his pace. As he continued to rub your clit, you started moving your hips in time with his movements. You were so close, and it was almost too much for you. You panted, and closed your eyes, throwing your head back.

"You're doing so well. Will you cum for me?" Dewdrop inquired with a big devilish smile painted on his lips. "Fuck, how can you be so wet?"

You gasped as you felt him enter you with a finger. You were so wet that his fingers easily slid inside of you. He pushed deeper, until it was all the way inside of you. You let out a low groan as you felt your walls stretching once again to accommodate him. His fingers started to pump in and out of you faster than even before.

"Fuck! Dew... Ah-Ah! Fu... Ah!" you could feel yourself getting close, and you knew that if he kept this up you were going to explode.

"Fuck!" he groaned in pleasure, and increased the speed of his movements. "You are still so tight, even after I fuck you. How?"

His finger moved faster, and your breathing became ragged. Your moans grew louder, your walls tightened around his fingers. Suddenly you felt an orgasm building up inside you. Your muscles tightened around his fingers once again as you started to convulse. Dewdrop continued to pump you as you came hard on his fingers.

"Dew-Ah! Dedwdr-O-Oh! Fuck, fuck, fuck, I... Yes, yes!"

Your body began to shake, your juiced dripping down your thighs. You looked at Dewdrop, seeing him staring at you with an expression of pure satisfaction on his face. You smiled at him, and he leaned forward to give you another passionate kiss. He rolled you over, so that you were lying on top of him.

"You came so good..." he cooed you, breaking the kiss. "So fucking good... But I'm afraid we are not finished yet."

"What do you mean?" you asked, pressing a kiss onto his chest.

Dewdrop moved his hands to your waist, pushing you down to sit on top of his hardness. You bit your lower lip, straightening your body, adjusting yourself on top of him. You began to move your hips, grinding against him. You rolled your eyes in pleasure, opening your mouth in a silent moan. You were still overwhelmed from your orgasm.

"Just like that, perfect," Dewdrop said as his eyes were fixed on between your legs. "Fuck! That feels great."

You were rubbing your wetness against his length, loving the feeling of it sliding between your folds. Dewdrop let out a low groan, and you sat up, rubbing his member against your clit, causing you to whine. His length started to get wet with your juices, and your folds slid easily along his shaft.

"Oh... Dewy..." you moaned softly. "I need you to fuck me again..."

"Do you- Fuck!" he closed his eyes tightly. "Yes, I'm going to fuck you again, don't worry, just keep going."

Gradually, you were increasing the speed and intensity. His grip on your waist got firm. You continued to grind against him, moving your hips back and forth, feeling the tip of his length hitting against your clit. Dewdrop's hands moved to your nipples, pinching them gently. You gasped at the sensation, and began to move faster. He groaned as you increased your pace, he sat up and his mouth went straight to your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. You let out a gasp, and ground your core even harder against him.

"Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!" you cried out.

Dewdrop released your nipple from his mouth, and brought his hands to your hips. He pushed you down, and you moved your hips back.

"I need to be inside you," he said, panting heavily.

You nodded and he raised you up, and pushed you down, guiding your hips down to him. You whined as his length entered you, filling you completely. Your legs trembled and the sensation of him stretching your walls made you come again, this time even more intense than before. You felt like your mind blanked and you lost the senses of your whole body. Dewdrop quickly held you, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

"It's okay, it's okay," he whispered as he kept you in place.

Your body slowly relaxed, and Dewdrop gazed at you with evident concern in his eyes. His hands gently rubbed your back as you came back to your senses. When your eyes locked with his, you were both breathless, and you managed to give him a small, reassuring smile.

"Are you okay?" he asked, still concerned.

"Y-Yes... I... I just... came too hard..." you stammered, your breath still rapid.

"Do you think you can keep going?" he inquired, continuing to soothe you with his touch.

"Yes," you replied, your voice steadier now.

"Are you sure of it?" he asked, his concern lingering.

You nodded and gave him a reassuring smile.

"Give me words," Dewdrop said firmly.

"Yes, I'm sure, Dewy," you whispered, drawing your face closer to his.

"Good," he said, laying down and placing his hands on your hips. "Whenever you're ready, don't worry. I'll take care of you."

He then held you there for a moment, letting you adjust to his size. Then he slowly began to pull out, until just the tip remained inside you. He thrust back into you, and you screamed out. He began to thrust his hips, driving his length in and out of you. Your body trembled with each thrust.

"Mmmm, fuck!" he exclaimed, closing his eyes. "How can you feel that fucking good? Fuck! That pussy is amazing."

As you felt your strength coming back to your body, you started moving your hips again, riding him slowly. Dewdrop squeezed your hips firmly. You increased your pace trying to met each of his thrusts, and moaned loudly. You rode him faster, increasing your speed until you were bouncing wildly on his shaft.

"Ah! De-Ah-! Oh... That's so good, you feel so good," you whimpered, supporting your hands on his chest.

"You feel very good too, fuck, I can feel how wet and hot you are, it feels so good around my cock, you have no ide-Ah!!" he groaned loudly, opening his eyes looking straight at yours.

You could see the lust on his eyes, and the pleasure on his face. His hands were still on your hips, holding you still. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your bodies were pressed onto each other, your faces were closer, your noses were almost touching. You were moaning and breathing against each other's mouth, never averting your gazes from each others.

You leaned down and kissed him passionately, your tongues dancing together. He was moving his hips faster and you met each thrust with one of your own. You were grinding your hips against him, and you felt him throbbing inside you. He moved one hand to your clit, and rubbed it furiously. You cried out, breaking the kiss, tightening your walls around his length.

"Dew... I- I can't do it... That's too much, you're going to make me cum again..." you said, growling, biting your lower lip.

He buried his face in your neck, and kissed it passionately. "Cum for me, I'll cum too, let's cum together," he whispered closer to your ear.

You turned your face to him and he smiled as he looked at you. He kept thrust into you, and you cried out. He reached down with his other hand, grabbing your ass, squeezing it firmly. He slammed himself into you as he buried himself deep inside of you. He was slamming his hardness so deep inside of you, that the pleasure were immeasurable. He held your head, and kissed your deeply. He thrust his tongue into your mouth, and you returned the kiss passionately. You could feel him getting close to orgasm, as you felt his member twitching inside you.

"Fuck! I-!" Dewdrop exclaimed, breaking the kiss as he throbbed inside of you.

You could feel his hot seed filling you deep, the sensation of his load was too much and you clenched your walls around his length. You screamed his name, and came hard for the third time. You felt your whole body shaking and then, relaxing. You smiled in contentment and rolled your body off him, laying down beside Dewdrop. You closed your eyes, still catching your breath, and then felt his arm wrapping around your waist.

"You were incredible," he whispered.

"Me?" you giggled. "Dewy, my darling... You were the best one here. But please, don't tell me there will be another round."

"Not right now, maybe... later," he grinned devilishly.

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ghulehthezombiequeen · 4 months

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stargirl interlude - sodo x reader

masterlist.

a/n: *cracks knuckles* alright first fic of the new year lets go!!! also li hing mui is dried plum and they make a powder which is put on almost every dessert/candy in hawaii! it's delicious and everyone should try it because y'all are missing out (ok maybe i wanted to share a bit of culture with u guys)

warnings/things to note: afab reader but no pronouns used, sodo says the L word (no not leprosy), talk about pregnancy (nothing happens though), he's a big goofball and doesn't understand humans' societal dating rules, slightly suggestive (he's getting baby fever due to his heat cycle approaching)

enjoy <3

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Sodo stared at you as you entered his room in the middle of the night, holding a bag. "I come bearing gifts!" you said triumphantly, causing him to crack a small smile. "What's that?" he asked, eyeing the contents of the bag. "Li hing gummy worms! You'll like it, it's tangy." you smile, tossing him the bag.

He caught the bag of gummy worms in one hand, his eyes narrowing to slits as he inspected the packaging before taking a worm out and sniffing it before nibbling on it. His eyes widened and it wasn't long until he shoved the rest of the candy into his mouth. "You're correct."

"You're welcome, ya goofball." you smiled, sitting next to him and holding out your palm. "May I have one?"

He nodded, tail swishing in satisfaction as he dug into the bag, dropping a red and blue worm into your palm.

"Wow, so generous," you joked sarcastically. "But thank you." You popped the sweet candy into your mouth, mouth instantly watering as the li hing powder coated your tongue.

Sodo continued devouring a few more gummies before he turned to you with a crooked smile. "I have a question."

"Yeah? What's up?"

His smile broadened as he watched you finished eating your gummy worm. "Marry me."

You blinked. "I- what?"

He didn't hesitate as he got down onto one knee and took out a black ring box. "Marry me." he repeated.

"Er... no thank you?" you answered hesitantly, looking puzzled. "What are... you doing?"

He didn't seem offended by your answer as he sat back on the couch next to you. "You don't want to marry me?" he asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity.

"Um, honey, we're not even dating."

His brows furrowed as he thought for a moment, nodding. "So... we're going to date first? When can we start? Now?"

His innocence caused you to laugh, shaking your head. "Oh, no, honey, that's not how this works."

He pouted but couldn't hold back a smile as he saw you laughing. "Then when do we start?"

You stared at him, letting out a chuckle as you shook your head. "Well, normally... someone asks the person they like to go somewhere together. Like dinner at a restaurant, coffee, even the fair."

Sodo's ghoulish tail started to wrap around your leg, pinning it to the seat. "So, you're saying I should ask you out on a date? Okay!" "W-Wha- slow down!" you laughed, nudging his tail off your leg.

He moved his tail out of the way but was soon replaced by his hand as he pulled you close to him. "So. Date, now. We go, yes?"

"No, not now! Sodo, I swear on everything unholy, it's 3am! And get your paw off my leg." you tugged at his loose sleeve, lifting his arm away.

He frowned, slowly letting go of you. "But... but I love you." he whined.

That statement caught you off-guard, feeling your cheeks turn pink. "Er... S-Sodo, you, uh... you don't say that right away."

He shrugged. "I didn't know the exact rules." He went silent for a moment, tapping his foot as he thought. After a moment, he figured it out, eyes lighting up. "So I should ask you out on a date, we go to dinner and then I say 'I love you'?"

You giggled at his silliness. "No, we're supposed to talk about ourselves at dinner, see if we're compatible for each other. That word doesn't come until later."

"Like... after we've kissed a few times and we both know each other's secret weaknesses?" He asked, confused.

"I... sure."

"Okay. So after that, I ask you to marry me again?"

"Sodo, hon. Listen." You grabbed his face gently. "Marriage doesn't happen that quick. It takes at least a year of dating."

His eyes flickered with confusion but nodded. "Okay, well... I'll ask you to marry me after our first date then. Okay?"

"Sodo. You can marry me later. After about, hm, one hundred dates and a few years." You said firmly.

"Ohh, so first date, then we ask to be engaged." His tail wagged slightly, his smile widening. "Is that right?"

"Ah, no." You shook your head. "Sodo, marriage doesn't come that quickly unless you want people to think you got me pregnant."

Sodo tilted his head, one of his eyebrows cocking upwards as a devious smile hint at his lips. "Is that a challenge, then?" Your eyes widened and you gasped, lightly hitting his harm. "Is that a yes, my dear?" his smile widened, moving his tail to snake around your waist. "Sodo, I'm not having kids!" "But I want some," he pleaded, giving you puppy-dog eyes. "Please?"

"I don't think a half-ghoul child is a good thing," you shook your head.

"Why not? Don't you want a little me running around to call your own?" He leaned closer, gently touching your cheek with his finger. "Our baby," he whispered.

What was wrong with him? He was never like this. Your eyes widened as you realized-- he was nearing his heat cycle.

"Does someone have baby fever? Is it because your heat should be coming soon?"

He grunted, leaning in and sniffing your neck. "Soon enough..." You rolled your eyes. Great, now he was being clingy. You put your hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him back. "Alright, that's enough."

"But you look so tasty... please... you smell delicious." he whined.

"I'm gonna lock you in my closet for two weeks again if you don't behave." you warned, which did the trick as he shot back up and cuddled a pillow instead, letting out a small hiss.

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fortheharbingers · 2 years

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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.

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lemonpepperseed · 8 months

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

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

Cirrus

-god damn-

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

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

-The things this woman could do to me

-ST E P O N M E

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

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

-lord satan have mercy

-I wanna be under this queen-

-give her head while she’s practicing <3

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

-I feel like she may be a switch though Frfr

-I wouldn’t mind her calling me mommy either

-i bet she’d sound cute-

-customized fun toys lol

Sodo

-where do I begin..

-this man..

-H A N D S

-THE daddy of the daddies

-hail satan sure but what about sodo??

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

-I think his hand would make a great necklace

-I want this man to fuck me everywhere on everything

-idc

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

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

-I bet the after care is AMAZING

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

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

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

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

Swiss

-bondage.

-I don’t need to explain. Just bondage

-he KNOWS what he’s doing

-this man will turn you into a pillow princess

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

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

-he’s feral.

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

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

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

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

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sweetsweetstrawbs · 7 months

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Stress Toy

18+ MDNI

I’ve been so busy finishing my degree that I forgot I actually love writing! Here’s a short smutty fic I wrote to get back in the swing of it! Read on AO3 here or under the cut <3

Swiss/Rain/Phantom

Tags: free use, threesome, praise kink, spitroasting, hair-pulling, choking, brief mention of self-lubrication, implied poly!ghouls (outside of them straight up fucking)

Phantom leaned heavily against the counter as he swung open the fridge door. They'd all arrived home from tour less than ten minutes ago, with Phantom beelining for the den's kitchen. He'd previously been able to hear siblings moving between the busses and the equipment storage rooms, but the ministry had since fallen silent. At least, that's what Phantom was taking for granted in his hungry and exhausted state.

Suddenly, two large hands found themselves around his waist. Phantom jumped lightly which prompted a dark chuckle from behind him.

"Hey bug." Swiss lowly spoke, a smirk clear in his voice. "Good to be home, huh?"

"Yeah..." Phantom breathed out. He'd meant to say more, but his thoughts were derailed when he felt Swiss's grip tighten around his slim waist. He could now feel Swiss's breath dusting his neck and shoulders as he leant down to pepper gentle kisses along the skin left out of his t-shirt. A purr kicked up in the smaller ghoul's chest as the kisses became more intense. Fangs started grazing along his soft grey skin and he found himself being pulled into Swiss's growing bulge.

"Satanas that bus is tiny with all of us in there. So cramped. I'm aching, sweetheart." Swiss croons into Phantom's neck. He ran his plump lips up the side until he found his pointed ear, nipping it before whispering directly into it, "You gonna help me relax, baby?"

Phantom whined lightly, his head rolling back onto Swiss's shoulder. He brought his hand up to grip Swiss's curls as a warm hand moved teasingly down his body, ending on his rapidly hardening dick and giving it a squeeze. Phantom couldn't see his face, but didn't need to to know that his trademark smile had spread across his face. Swiss hooked his fingers into the top of the smaller ghoul's sweatpants and tugged them down under his ass. He then unzipped his jeans, freeing just enough of himself to get a hand on his dick. Without warning, he moved his free hand to the centre of Phantom's back and pushed. Once Phantom caught himself onto his elbows, he arched his back and tried to rub up against Swiss. The larger ghoul leant forward just enough to spit on his already-wet hole, before lining up and slowly pushing in, making Phantom gasped quietly. Swiss shortly bottomed out with a grunt, grinding against Phantom's ass as his hands found his hips once again.

"P-please!" Phantom whimpered, already panting slightly.

"Only because you asked so nice." Came the reply before Swiss dutifully started pounding into him. Swiss used his harsh grip on his hips to pull him back to meet his thrusts. Phantom's head dropped forward, his dark hair falling over his face. With every stroke, he let out little ah sounds which only served to spur Swiss on.

"C'mon guys, you couldn't have even made it into someone's room?" Rain groaned from the doorway. Phantom's head jerked up, craning his neck to look at Rain. Swiss acted like he hadn't even heard him.

"S-s-sorry Rai-ain." Phantom's voice stuttered with each hard thrust. Rain tsked and stepped closer, pushing the wavy locks out of his face before holding his chin gently.

"Doesn't he just have the cutest puppy-dog eyes?" Chuckled Swiss, slowing down to talk. Rain cocked his head before replying, his eyes never leaving Phantom.

"Yes he does. His mouth is so pretty too."

"I'm always happy to share my toys, Rain, you know that." Rain smiled in response, but it looked distinctly ominous to Phantom. Too much sharp teeth, he thought. Any further thoughts were interrupted by Swiss's hand grabbing hold of his hair and pulling him up. Rain looked thoughtfully at the two, Phantom now squirming against Swiss's hairy chest as the latter ground up into him. Rain unzipped his own jeans, before letting them and his boxers fall to the ground and hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter. He leant back casually and grabbed himself at the base. Swiss used his grip on Phantom's hair to push him down towards Rain's cock. He opened his mouth immediately and gazed up at Rain.

"Aww, so obedient. Such a good boy." Rain cooed as Phantom took the head into his mouth. The praise drew an involuntary whine from the back of Phantom's throat.

"Fuck, he liked that. I fucking felt him squeeze around me." Observed Swiss, picking his pace back up. As soon as he brought both of his hands back to Phantom's waist, Rain's cool hands drifted to replace them. His grip was softer than Swiss's, gently guiding him down his dick. He sighed as he felt Phantom start to moan around his length.

"Just like that, Phant. Doing so well for us." The force of Swiss's pounding was pushing him rhythmically down his dick, but Rain pushed his head further down anyway making him gag slightly. His head had lolled back and his eyes fallen shut once Phantom had really started sucking, but he opened his eyes to gaze down at his partners. Phantom staring up at him, full of tears and admiration. Swiss had his eyes lasered on where his and Phantom's bodies joined, brow furrowed in pleasure. Short gasps were escaping his open mouth. Rain watched as he leaned forward and his hand disappeared under Phantom, whose head flung backwards with a feminine moan. His eyes shut tightly before he started babbling incoherently.

"Please, please, please, Swiss-that's, ah, so sensitive-" Rain slipped off the counter to kneel in front of Phantom. From here, he could see Swiss's large hand flying over his dick. Palming himself at the sight, he grabbed Phantom's throat, choking him. His eyes opened again to make contact with Rain's as he whimpered.

"Eyes on me while you cum, baby. Cum all over Swiss's hand, that's right. Just let go." Ever obedient, Phantom did as he was told as he painted Swiss's knuckles white. Rain eased up on his throat as his orgasm washed over him, letting him catch his breath again. Swiss, however, sped up his pace, groaning at the feeling of him pulsing around his thick cock.

"You think you can take me again, babyboy?" Rain mumbled into his skin as he kissed Phantom's cheek, who nodded absently in response. His mouth was open again before Rain could even stand back up. This time, Rain held his head and fucked his face. Phantom was completely overwhelmed by the sensation of being pounded into from both ends, his spent dick perking back up.

"Such a fucking slut, just letting us use you however we want, huh?" Swiss growled, his claws beginning to break the skin on Phantom's hips.

"Ah, shit- he's so well-behaved," Rain panted, "being so good for us". Phantom whined loudly around his dick as he came again. As he did, a jolt of quintessence unconsciously left his body, sending both Swiss and Rain over the edge immediately. Swiss leant forward as he did, moaning curse words into Phantom's skin. Rain's hand tightened in his hair and he made a noise like a squeak, tugging Phantom until his nose met his pelvic bone. The three of them stayed like that for a minute before gently pulling out. Phantom's knees buckled before Swiss caught him with a strong arm. His sweatpants had fallen down around his ankles, so Swiss used a free hand to pull them back up before maneuvering him around for a kiss.

"Thank you, bug. I feel much better now." Swiss whispered into his soft lips. Phantom purred happily as Rain cuddled in.

"Our sweet boy." He murmured into Phantom's hair, gently squeezing Swiss's arm as he did which earned him his own kiss from the multi ghoul. Phantom's eyes fluttered shut and he drifted off to the affectionate whispers of his partners.

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Could you possibly do rain with a praise kink if you get the chance? Or just sub rain. No specific plot in mind

Your writing is great ❤️ also you’re funny af 😭

All right here it is. It's defiantly not my best work but it's been a while since I've written full smut. Excuses aside here it is I hope you like it.

-subby Rain with a praise kink x soft dom gn reader- WC 1079 Minors DNI

Tw: SMUT, bdsm, hair pulling, praise kink, blasphemy (as usual) The ghouls aren't human

“On your knees” Rain complies lowering himself to be sitting on his heels in front of you. You're perched on the edge of his bed doing your best to appear sultry and authoritative. “Good boy” using a single finger you lift his chin up. Rain sits obediently hands twisting in his lap the excitement he radiates is palpable, and you are tempted to just pin the handsome ghoul down and fuck him but you hold back…for now. Besides, you had just begun. Rain fidgets impatiently, he eagerly awaits for you to continue. “Such a pretty little thing.” you muse. Rain blushes softly. “So beautiful and all for me…” you run your thumb over his bottom lip. Rain parts his lips instinctively “eager, are we? show me how eager you are baby boy… Suck” He complies instantly taking your thumb into his warm, wet mouth he circles the tip of your finger with his tongue and you find yourself biting back a moan. Watching you intently the demon decides to take the initiative and slides his lips off your finger collecting the excess drool with his tongue. Your brain short circuits for a moment and you almost miss the ghoul grabbing your hand licking a long stripe up your palm. Through hooded lids, you watch as the ghoul worships your hand. Taking a deep breath you collect yourself before deciding to interrupt him and press your lips to his. Rain instantly melts you swallow his moans as you explore his mouth with your tongue. His lips are soft and cool against yours, a nice contrast to the heat building in your core. A shiver runs through you at the thought of those lips kissing down your body toward the apex of your thighs… the visual is just so tempting.

Abruptly you tug Rain’s head backward, exposing the pale expanse of his neck to you he hisses and you begin kissing down his throat sucking dark marks into the sensitive flesh of his neck. The ghoul moans softly as you scrape your teeth over his jugular.

“Wanna touch you” he barely manages to moan out for a moment he considers lifting a hand to touch you but decides against it. This makes you pause your assault on his neck and eye him curiously. “Wanna make you feel good please…” He is breathless and you momentarily loosen your grip on his hair as you contemplate his request.

"You wanna make me feel good?" your tone is teasingly softly mocking his suggestion. Rain attempts to nod and reach for you so you pull his hair again, a gentle reminder of his place. "Ah ah, ah use your words, sweet boy." a sadistic excitement rises inside you. You feel the delicious heat between your thighs increase.

“Yes please wanna touch you. Wanna taste you..” Rain pleads attempting to scoot himself closer without actually touching you. “You smell…” he pauses to take a breath and you almost interrupt him with a snide remark. “So good… been craving you all day baby, please I… I need it.” He's begging now, practically drooling. You take a moment to consider his offer attempting to look unenthused just to mess with him.

“Since you've been such a good boy I suppose I could indulge you…” leaning back on your elbows you spread your legs for the ghoul. His pupils look like saucers he is barely managing to keep himself from devouring you until you give him permission. “Go ahead baby I’m all yours.”

There is a bit of anxiety in allowing a literal demon from hell to touch your most intimate areas but you don't get to mull on that very long in a flash, Rain has used his demonic strength to rip the clothing off your lower half. You barely get a chance to feel exposed before he's on you Rain wastes no time in running his tongue up and down your center his demonic tongue working you up to the height of pleasure. “Fuck Rain… so good oh lucifer!” You can feel the ghoul's smile as he takes you into his mouth sucking softly. Your back arches, fingers wrapping in his hair as he feasts on your wet heat. “So good.” you slur as rain pulls moan after moan from you bringing you closer and closer to your peak. His own whimpers echo through the room he ruts against the bed trying to find some relief of his own but still, he never stops serving you.

You don't dare glance between your legs the sight of him going down on you is too much for your brain to process right now. Rain, however, has his eyes fixed on your face watching your face contorting in pleasure. Your mumbled words of praise and encouragement spur him on and he doubles down sucking licking and caressing your sex. Lapping up your juices like it's the finest nectar (and to him, it might as well be.)

“Rain oh fuck you're working me so well, so good baby.” The demon brings his fingers to his lips sucking softly then pressing them to your wet hole. You keen, a high-pitched whine that goes straight to his cock. “Yes…..” Rain begins working his fingers into your hole slowly stretching you open, a low needy moan comes from the back of your throat and your toes curl. “Fuck so good I'm gonna fucking come baby.” Rain growls the sound is inhuman, deep you feel it in your bones. If you were in any other situation you would have frozen in terror but now with Rain's sinful tongue and fingers working themselves deeper, the only thing you can do is cum. It's explosive your vision goes white, the pleasure floods your body and you clamp down on Rain's slim fingers. The ghoul watches wide-eyed as you fall apart above him the sight is magnificent, he is caught by surprise pressing himself into the mattress as he reaches his own end and makes a mess of his trousers. He barely notices though, as he laps up your release. You float back down to earth. One by one your senses come back and you manage to push yourself up to stare down at the demon between your legs. His head rests on your stomach, eyes half-lidded face flushed, and you begin to realize what happened. With gentle fingers, you stroke his hair and he smiles lazily. “Such a good boy for me Rainy.”

I know the end kinda sucked I ran outta steam. Thanks for reading!

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her-satanic-wiles · 7 months

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October 15th

Noncon, Possessed!Swiss x Reader

Masterlist ⛧ Hellish Delights Masterlist

Words: 6.8k

Warnings: Noncon; extreme horror; dead dove: do not eat; explicit use of the word “rape” throughout; public masturbation; exhibitionism; possession; violence; demonic asphyxiation; victim blaming; face-slapping; sexual violence; rape; rape-kink; characters acknowledge that it’s rape; piv; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; pain; degradation; public sex; mind break; underprepared; dacrophilia; unconcious sex; multiple scenes; dubcon; fear play; breeding kink; cum eating; accidental filming via security camera; creampie;

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

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals

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

**WARNING**

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

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

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

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

Sometimes rituals went wrong. That was one of the things you learned when you first joined the Ministry. Rituals go wrong and not every demon is your friend. Of course, the more rituals one participated in determined the success of said ritual just down to the fact that experience was a key ingredient and so it was always recommended to bring someone who had experience to every single ritual just to be safe.

Papa Copia’s Ghouls were the more experienced ones in the Ministry, but more specifically Mountain, Rain, Swiss, and Dew. Yourself and Phantom were mere babes in comparison; sweet summer children who knew nothing of life and Satanism, only sex rituals on pentagrams give funny dreams and great orgasms. Because of this, you and Phantom walked into the ritual room with a bit of a pep in your steps, and no worries or concerns whatsoever - not concerning yourselves with seriousness or responsibility. This was just a regular, sex magick ritual surrounded by friends in order to contact the Olde One and get some advice is all. You had done this perfectly before, and you had no reason to think it wouldn’t happen again.

You, Rain and Mountain began lighting the candles in the room, ten of them to be precise. One for each of the pentagram’s corners, and a further five to outline the space in between. Dewdrop, the most experienced of everyone there, was in charge of drawing the pentagram from scratch. The first step was to scrub away the existing paint from a previous Sibling’s ritual.

“Why are we doing this?” Phantom asked as he wrung out the hot, soapy water from the sponge.

Dew sighed, “Did you not pay attention during training, Phantom?”

Swiss was now on his hands and knees next to Dew scrubbing at the red paint with a hard-bristled brush. “Clearly not. Look at those eyes: no thoughts just vibes.”

Phantom threw some of the soapy water at Swiss, in turn earning himself a middle finger. “I didn’t have time to study, remember? I was just thrown straight into life here after Aether…” Phantom trailed off, remembering how so many people in the room weren’t ready to talk about what happened. There was a brief silence while they all cast their minds back to their long lost friend.

“We clean off the old pentagram,” Dew said, clearly exasperated by his Satanic brothers, “because we don’t know what kind of ritual our Siblings performed before we got here. Cleaning the floor allows us to better control the safety of our ritual.”

“What could happen if we don’t clean up?” Phantom asked. “Moreover, what would happen if we just built upon these lines?”

“Oh come on, Phantom.” You said. “Even I know that.” Phantom got on his knees and began scrubbing away the paint on his third of the pentagram. “The cross energy between rituals and magic opens up a gateway for negative energy to come through. Sometimes that energy is just bad karma or bad luck, and you have one hell of a week.”

Swiss, “Literally.”

You continued, “Or it’s the souls of the damned coming through, or worse, demons.”

Phantom, “Has the Dark One ever travelled through these portals?”

Dew, “Probably. But He doesn’t do it often.”

“What I still don’t understand is why demons and damned souls would want to hurt us, we’re all on the same side, after all.”

Mountain, “Catholicism. You give energy to things you believe in, which in turn makes it more powerful, right?” Phantom nodded. “This is why Lucifer Himself wouldn’t come to harm us because we love and worship Him as a friend, a lover, a brother etc. But according to Catholicism, why does Hell exist?”

“To punish bad people after they die.”

“And what do we know happens to these bad people when they spend an eternity being tortured by demons?”

“They become demons themselves.”

“Good boy, have a Scooby snack.” Mountain threw a packet of mini-Oreos at Phantom, who caught it with one hand.

Rain, “Some of those bad people become demons, not all of them. The majority of demons are created by Lucifer as assistants to Him, and they’re usually picked from the petty criminals rather than genocidal maniacs and bigoted pricks. Like Mephistopheles, for example. He was just a businessman before he died. Think Ebenezer Scrooge, but in real life. Stole from the poor to put in his back pocket. In comparison to say, I don’t know, Stalin, he wasn’t too bad of a guy. If Mephistopheles showed up, we would have a great time sending him back. We’d just have to watch our wallets.”

Phantom, “And if it’s one of the dangerous ones, it would be catastrophic?”

Dew, “Absolutely. Papa and the Clergy would have to get involved. Papa would have to contact the Olde One directly to come and drag the beast away. Contacting the Olde One with the ritual that Papa would need could put Papa in mortal danger. So, we clean to save Papa as well as ourselves. So, make sure you get every spot, you hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

That was the first mistake made that night: no one double checked before the paint went down that the previous paint had been cleaned completely. From eye-level, everything looked squeaky. But what none of you realised at the time was there were small, insignificant specs of paint left in Swiss’ third. Insignificant specs, but by no means safe.

The second mistake was that when the candles were being placed on the freshly painted pentagram, one of them wasn’t precisely sat atop one of the points. The candles usually acted as an extra barrier of protection, essentially trapping something inside the pentagram if it came through uninvited. Lower level demons or spirits could still be trapped if the candles weren’t precise, but the higher level ones wouldn’t be stopped.

The five Ghouls were there to conduct the ritual on Papa’s behalf, you were there to provide the energy to allow them to do so. This wasn’t your first ritual and so you had no problems at all getting completely naked in front of the five men you considered to be close friends, and sitting in the centre of the pentagram. You’d been part of these rituals before with them, if you hadn’t already had a few of them balls deep inside you on multiple occasions beforehand. And so when they had all joined hands, you had no shyness or reservations about spreading your legs and exposing yourself to them. This would be the third mistake.

Swiss wasn’t concentrating fully. If you’d have opened your eyes and looked at your friends holding hands around you as they chanted, you would have seen Swiss looking directly at you with his mouth open, watching as you touched yourself surrounded by men. You would have seen that he was concentrating on your hands toying with your clit more than chanting the Latin required to safely perform the ritual. You could have stopped the ritual because of it - but you didn’t. You didn’t know that there was a problem.

Your head was thrown back in pleasure as your fingers worked over your clit. Your body was draining of energy the closer and closer you got to orgasm. In your line of sight, you could see Rain looking back at you but his mouth reciting the Latin he’d learned. You couldn’t see Rain’s eyes, though you were desperate to know what he looked like under there right now. All eyes were on you, and it turned you on so much to know that you were being intensely watched by five masked men as you dipped two fingers into your cunt and began to hit your g-spot.

Masked men, the fifth mistake.

Had they all removed their masks, everyone would have seen the biggest problem in the room: Swiss. Not only had he stopped chanting in order to concentrate on your wetness, but his head had begun twitching. Had he not worn his mask, others would have seen his eyes glaze over and roll back into his head. They’d have noticed the white dimming into pitch blackness. They’d have been able to break the circle and preemptively send the demon back to Hell before it could fully appear in the real world. But as hot as the masks were, and as much as you loved looking at them, they were impractical and unsafe for private rituals.

The air grew thick with an unholy presence, and a palpable darkness descended upon the ritual site. The very ground seemed to tremble beneath your feet as a foul wind swirled around you, extinguishing the candles one by one.

As the ritual reached its zenith, a sudden surge of malevolent force swept through the circle, causing you all to recoil in terror. Swiss let out a deep, yet blood curdling scream causing everyone in the room to stop what they were doing and freeze, yourself included. Your wet hand now removing itself from your core and your body sitting up straight in alarm. By the time you’d focused on him, Swiss had broken the circle and was cupping his head over his helmet, as though he was in immense pain. His screaming continued as he doubled over, bent at the waist and yelling at the floor. Swiss’ voice, now filled with an otherworldly resonance, grew louder and more insistent, his body trembling with an eerie energy. One of his hands began to hit at the mask in an attempt to stop whatever was causing him so much discomfort.

“Swiss!” Dew shouted, running over to his friend. “Brother, focus! Come back to us! Phantom! Go get help, now!”

Phantom nodded and ran out the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Swiss, it’s me: it’s Dew. What’s wrong, brother?”

“My… head!” Swiss exclaimed through gritted teeth. “It’s in my head!”

You stood up and dressed yourself, making sure that at least your habit was covering you. All the while, you watched as Dew frantically tried to get answers out of his brother, and figure out what went wrong so he could help. Swiss was still screaming, still trying to escape out of Dew’s grasp.

Then silence.

Swiss stood straight. Still. No more screams of pain, no more frantic Dew. You couldn’t even hear the world outside the ritual room. Just maddening silence that could drive a person to insanity if they were in it for too long. Everyone remained unmoving, fearing even breathing in case it triggered something. You wanted to leave, to escape the room and get help - or even just pull your friends out and save them. But your body wouldn’t move. It wouldn’t respond to your brain’s pleas to get the fuck away.

In that chilling moment, a grotesque transformation overtook Swiss. His voice, now distorted and filled with malice, spoke words that were not his own. It was a demon that had taken hold of him, a malefic entity summoned from the abyss.

The demon had been called forth by all of the mistakes made that night. It reveled in the chaos and despair that surrounded it, relishing the opportunity to wreak havoc upon the mortal realm. With Swiss as its vessel, the demon’s power knew no bounds.

The demon’s dark presence continued to grow, casting a sinister pall over the entire Ministry. Outside of the room, a sense of unease began to spread. Siblings and Ghouls alike could feel the malevolence that radiated from the heart of the Ministry, an unnatural darkness that seemed to seep into their very souls. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been torn asunder, and the boundary between the mortal realm and the abyss had grown thin.

Everyone was simply afraid to speak, to move, to even breathe. There was a comfort in the silence that couldn’t be explained other than Swiss hadn’t attacked anyone or made any movements. You weren’t even sure if Swiss was still in there. No one move, no one blink, no one make any sounds.

Swiss moved first - his head shifting from Ghoul to Ghoul to you as though he were studying you all. He seemed more like a caged animal than a human as he weighed up his options, though he wasn’t entirely registering what he was seeing. Each room was designed with at least some kind of demonic suppressor so you knew whoever had stolen Swiss from you didn’t have the full extent of his powers. But as he’d barely done anything, you still couldn’t gauge just how dangerous he was.

Suddenly, Swiss’ eyes locked onto you and focused on nothing else. Your body was still very scantily clad in your habit, your legs fully on display even though you were hiding behind Mountain. Swiss’ mouth curled up into a sinister smile. “He likes you.” Two voices emerged from his throat, the first being Swiss’ sweet timbre, the second the demonic entity inside of him. “I am in his head. I know. I see.” He took a small step forward. “He has sinned against you. He does so nightly.” Another step. “He imagines things in his chambers when he is alone. He wants to bury himself deep inside you. Even today during the ritual, he considered getting on his knees and taking you in front of everyone.” Another step. That was when you all realised the final mistake: you.

Swiss got possessed because he was watching you masturbate in front of him. He got possessed because he was craving your body, your touch. He got possessed because he was concentrating on how you’d feel wrapped around him and didn’t pay attention to the most important things. You never should have been chosen for the ritual. You never should have agreed.

Swiss spoke again. “I think we should give him what he wants, don’t you?”

“You stay away from her!” Dew shouted. He’d gained enough confidence and bravery to step forward, arms outstretched, and ready to restrain Swiss. Or at least attempt to anyway. Dew was much, much smaller than Swiss, so even when he wasn’t possessed by a demonic entity, restraining him alone would have been damn near impossible. But the added power now coursing through Swiss’ human veins made restraint way more difficult.

All Swiss had to do was lift his hand and Dew was levitating from the ground. A simple push saw Dew flying backwards, his head smacking against the wall and his body falling limp to the floor.

“Dew!” Rain shouted. It was a natural reflex done out of fear and it caused him to lurch forward. The demon, presuming Rain had moved to attack him, copied the motion and threw Rain against the wall too, the sweetest of all the Ghouls now unmoving on the other side of the room.

Mountain still held you behind him and for every step the demon took towards you, Mountain moved you backwards. You could tell he was trying to move you towards the door without taking his eyes off of Swiss. But deep down you both knew that while Mountain was a worthy opponent for Swiss, he was no match for the thing possessing him. All Mountain could do was hope that you at least got out of the room safely especially now that the demon had its eyes on you.

“Give her willingly and your life will be spared.” Swiss’ two voices cut through the panicked silence.

“No.” Mountain said.

Swiss raised his hand into a fist and concentrated on Mountain. Mountain, like the others, was now being raised off the ground, but this time Swiss was being torturous, enjoying the pain he was inflicting internally. Mountain grasped at his throat as if a hand had been wrapped around it, and struggled to get air into his lungs. “___,” he choked out, “go!”

Somehow your body responded to the sound of his voice and you made a break for the door. There was a part of you that knew you’d never reach it - that knew you’d end up in a worse fate than your friends, but you still tried anyway. Maybe if you left, you would be able to find more help to bring. Maybe you’d run into Phantom or Papa, just someone who could come and save everyone. You refused to believe that they were all dead - you would have given up if you thought that. So for all the good it did you, you chose to run. You chose to fight as best you could.

Behind you, Mountain’s body thudded to the floor, but you could hear him gasping for breath. Swiss, who was now focussing on you trying to make your escape, didn’t put the full extent of his powers into hurting Mountain as he did Dewdrop and Rain. Mountain was weakened from the impact but he wasn’t unconscious… yet. But now you had no protection - now you were completely vulnerable.

You managed to get the door open, but by then, it was too late, Swiss had already come up behind you and slammed it shut again. His large hands grabbed onto your waist, thick fingers digging into your flesh and manoeuvring you to where he wanted you. Your own back slammed against the door and you were met with Swiss’ cold, unfeeling mask, glass eyepieces only showing a glimpse of the blackened eyes that had completely stripped away the humanity from one of your closest friends. His once beautiful smile brought you nothing but happiness now evil and no doubt the last thing you’d ever see. You struggled, fighting against the unholy strength that had caught you, but of course, you were no match for him - in fact, he seemed to enjoy you struggling. In your frantic movements, your hip grazed his and you felt his cock now standing hard beneath his Ghoulish uniform. You knew what was coming.

He cackled, the two voices giving a creepier edge to something so joyous. His free hand came to remove the helmet and allowed you to gaze at the face that was going to bring you so much pain. His eyes were, indeed, as black as you’d been told. Veins were popping from beneath his skin, no doubt Swiss straining from the inside to expel the demon from within but failing miserably. Even though you could hear it wasn’t Swiss, and you could see the eyes certainly weren’t his, it was so difficult to differentiate between demon and human. Your brain struggled reminding you that Swiss wasn’t the one who’d hurt your friends; that he wasn’t the one rubbing his clothed cock against your thigh; that his hand wasn’t squeezing one of your soft breasts so painfully hard; that it wasn’t his tongue licking a stripe from your neck to your ear.

You pushed against his large chest trying to distance yourself, but it was as if you were trying to move the Ministry itself. He wasn’t budging. “Get. Off. Me!” You grunted in your exertion.

“This Ghoul wants you - you would deny him? You would deny him after the show you put on for him?”

“There was no show!”

“Really? Because you angled your body to give him the perfect view of,” the hand that was on your breast now moved to your crotch and gripped your vulva tightly - so tightly you screamed, “this cunt. You wanted him to touch you. You were asking for him to take you. Begging for it, were you not?”

“I wasn’t!”

“Lying whore!” He slapped your face hard enough to leave a mark, the bite knocking you off kilter for a second and making the room spin. He grasped hold of your cheeks and forced you to look at him. He took his opportunity to kiss you, forcefully pressing his mouth to yours and using his tongue to lick over your unresponsive lips. Taking this opportunity, you kneed him in his crotch now extra sensitive from all the blood that had pooled there. This gave you enough respite from his attack to push him away from you and attempt an escape. The door was locked shut this time, though. And it didn’t matter anyway, he was faster than you thought.

His thick forearm wrapped around your neck and pulled your body flush against his. “You like pain, hm?” This time, when he spoke, he used only Swiss’ voice. He tightened his arm and began cutting off the air supply to your lungs. “You want me to make it hurt?”

“Swiss!” You choked from his anaconda-like grasp. “Stop!”

“He cannot help you now, little one. But I have made sure he can see everything.”

With one hand on your shoulder, he released you from his chokehold long enough to push you hard to the ground. As you stumbled and collapsed, you felt the skirt of your habit rising up over your bare ass cheeks, which earned another menacing snicker from the demon. “Look at you. The little Jezebel is ready for her master’s cock.”

“No!”

You got onto your hands and knees ready to stand and run, but you felt Swiss’ boot on your exposed backside and stamping you back down flush to the floor. Wasting no more time or effort, he straddled your hips to keep you pinned down and pressed his entire weight onto you. Over the sound of your struggling, you heard his jeans zipper undoing.

“Still some energy in you, I see.” He taunted as he placed his hands where his thighs were and moved further down your body, still fighting you. “I wonder how long that will last.”

You braved a look behind you to see if there was anything further you could do, but caught a glimpse of what Swiss was sporting under his clothes. Now he was fully exposed, you truly saw his length and girth for what it was and dread pooled in your stomach. The pain you were about to feel was beyond terrifying.

“Which hole should we rape?” Swiss asked, lining himself up with your ass and rubbing against the rim. “This one?”

“No! Please! Let me go!”

“Or this one?” He then rubbed over the entrance to your cunt and gasped. “She is wet! The whore is ready to accept Satan’s gift! She wants it even though she deludes herself otherwise.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Ghoul, which hole do you fantasize about the most, hm? Which one do you want us to rape today?” There was silence for a moment and you could swear you heard Swiss’ screams - similar screams to when he was first possessed. “Her tight, little cunt hm?”

He lined up once more with your hole, and you tried again to escape from underneath him. “Swiss! Please stop! Please! No!” Your wriggling proved useless when you felt him press inside you.

The pain was beyond anything you’d felt before, a searing white hot pain that shot through your entire body and only continued the more of him entered you. He wasn’t gentle with his movements, as expected from a demon. He bottomed out almost immediately, hitting your cervix roughly and causing you to scream. “He was right,” Swiss said, “you do feel incredible. This hole was made for cock, no wonder he spent all his time drooling over you.” He pulled out and thrust back in laughing at your pain-filled scream. “I have kept him awake so that he can remember this gift the Unholy Father has bestowed. More material for him to think about in the darkness of his room.”

“Please, stop!” Your voice was high pitched now and tears were staining your cheeks as your hands covered your mouth to muffle your cries. Your distraught sobs caught the demon’s attention, however, and he wanted his gratification.

He wrapped Swiss’ hand in your hair and tugged your face off the floor. Your mouth was hung open from your weeping and your screams escaped every time he thrust in and hit your cervix. “That is right, scream for him. Let him know how good you feel on his cock.” The sound of your cunt swallowing him made him speed up his movements, entirely enthralled by your body accepting him properly. “Show him how you love being raped by his fat cock.”

“P-please stop!”

He groaned. “Keep begging for me to stop. Keep crying for me. You get tighter every. Single. Time.” He thrust between each word, getting rougher and rougher with you.

With his hand in your hair, your head was lifted and you could look around the room. As your body was pushed along the floor by the power of his hips, your tears blurred your vision but you could still see your friends laying lifeless in front of you - spread in all manner of ways. None of them could save you. None of them could help you. If they were even alive. Your thoughts turned to Phantom, outside of this room searching for someone to come and exorcise the demon back to Hell. Your fear became overpowering at the thought of the sweet newcomer walking in and seeing you pinned beneath Swiss, being raped by someone you all used to love and trust. Would anyone else understand that this wasn’t Swiss hurting you? Would Swiss even survive the exorcism?

In a moment of adrenaline from the fear you felt, you shifted your body using all the strength you could muster. You wrapped your legs around his calves, swung your arm to hit his face and proceeded to turn as if you were about to lie on your back. Swiss didn’t anticipate this and so slipped out of you for a brief moment, falling off of you. Wasting no time, your weak legs forced you onto your feet and you ran towards the door once more. Your brain was clearer than before allowing you to unlock the door this time. But as you opened it, once again, Swiss pushed it closed.

“Clearly I have not broken you yet.”

By the collar of your habit, he pulled you back to give him the space to stand in front of you. His hand, now tightly closed in a fist, backhanded your cheek and all you saw was black.

When you came to, your jaw ached so badly. Your vision was blurred and it took a while to come to. Your hands were held above your head as you lay on your back, a large hand holding them together and restraining you. As your head was turned to its side, you saw Mountain and Rain laying next to each other, still entirely unconscious and unmoving. But you were still being attacked.

Now that you were pinned to the floor, and had been out for you didn’t know how long, Swiss had chance to fully savour you. Your habit had been torn town the middle, exposing you completely to the demonic eyes you were now staring into, those very eyes entranced by the way your breasts bounced from the roughness of his thrusts. His cock was now spearing into you much harder than before, the position allowing him to fuck into you deeper. His pubic mound was grinding against your clit as he pounded away, and for the first time that night you were feeling pleasure with the pain.

“I knew you wanted this.” Swiss said from above you upon hearing the small pleasured whimper that escaped you. “I knew you were a whore who loved getting raped. How you would spread your legs for anyone who offered you a bit of attention. I am not wrong, am I?” You moaned again accidentally, this time louder. “Say it. Tell me how much you love it. Tell him that you love it when he rapes you.” When you didn’t obey, he wrapped his hands around your throat. “Say it!”

“I love it!” You shouted reluctantly. “I love being raped!”

Somehow this wasn’t a lie. Since waking up, every hit against your cervix, every drag of his cock against your walls felt delicious. The demonic black of his eyes, the thick hands that held you down had you spreading your legs wider to let him continue abusing your hole. You were getting wetter and wetter with each thrust, more desperate to cum than ever before. You fear dissipated and was replaced with nothing but cock. The weight of it driving you crazy, the way he used you for his own pleasure and revelled in your agony. How he lowered himself to lick your tears away and bury himself inside you over and over again.

“There you go. That was not difficult. You got so much tighter too.”

Your screams turned from pain to desperation. Your mouth hung open in a perfect O. His cock had broken you, stripped you of everything and turned you into his own, personal toy. You sat up as much as you could to see where you both were connected. You saw the base of his cock was rimmed with white where your wetness had turned to cream and stuck in his pubic hairs. Each pull out of you had multiple strings of your own juices forming and snapping. You could feel yourself spilling out of your hole and running down your body, gathering on the wooden floor below you. Fuck! It felt so fucking good.

“Will you cum on his cock? Will you cum on the cock that rapes you?”

“Yes!” You screamed looking back up into his eyes. “I’m gonna c-cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna-!”

The door opened right as your orgasm hit, your mind clouding over and drool dripping from your mouth as you came all over Swiss’ cock. The last thing you remember seeing was Papa Copia’s eyes look into yours in horror as you came like a desperate whore while your close friend took you against your will. Then the world went black.

When you came to, your eyes refused to open at first. Your head was pounding from the physical trauma and there was a deep-seated pain in your core that sent stabbing pains through your legs every time you moved them.You groaned and tried to sit up but your body refused to respond. The heart monitor beside you kept bleeping letting you know that you were, in fact, alive, but also that you were currently in the infirmary. But there was another sound coming from the foot of your incredibly uncomfortable bed. When your eyes finally opened it took you a while to fully process what you were seeing.

Swiss.

In a moment of pure fear, you panicked and tried to move further up the bed, as far away from him as you possibly could. You could feel a scream building in your throat, but your jaw hurt you too much to move it. Even still, your fear didn’t care. Swiss’ eyes were back to normal, and glassy with unshed tears. His face, pale and sickly, stained with the tears he had cried. He looked awful - his veins tinted a little black from the pressure of the demon inhabiting his body.

“Please, don’t scream!” He said quickly. “It’s me again. The demon’s gone.” You wanted to open your mouth and ask him what he was doing there, but your jaw wouldn’t move. “Your jaw isn’t broken, but it’s badly bruised from where I…” He started crying again, burying his head on your bed. “I’m so fucking sorry!” He wept hard, your heart breaking for him every time you saw his shoulders violently shake. “I hurt you so b-bad. I’m so sorry! I d-didn’t want to do any of th-those things. I tried - I tried to stop but it was t-too… strong. It w-wasn’t me!”

Deep down you knew it wasn’t. You knew Swiss would never hurt you like that because he never had. He’d never shown that level of ferocity and violence to anyone or anything. He was the kindest soul in the Ministry - a ray of sunlight the morning after a storm. Before all of this, you would have trusted him with anything, your life included. But even though reason told you he wasn’t the monster that attacked you, your brain still registered him as the attacker. When you saw his eyes before he hid them, you could have sworn for a brief moment they were still black. You wanted to comfort him, to tell him that it was okay and you forgave him even though there wasn’t anything to forgive. But there was such a hesitation. An annoying voice in the back of your head saying “what if”? What if that really was him? What if they didn’t exorcise the demon out? They must have otherwise he’d be in chains in the dungeons right now. So, you reached your hand out and touched his head, gently stroking at his hair. Tears were falling down your face too as your brain replayed the trauma.

When you both had calmed down a little, and Swiss was no longer hiding his face from you, you both sat in silence staring at each other. You were studying his face for imperfections and signals that he was unsafe, and he was studying yours for any hints of fear that should tell him he needed to go. “I know it’s selfish of me being here.” He said. “It only happened yesterday. I’m not supposed to be here. Papa’s going to come and talk to you when you’re feeling stronger, he wants you to decide my punishment.”

You shook your head. You didn’t want to punish him.

“Everyone else is fine. Dew has a broken shoulder but he’ll live. Rain has concussion. Mountain’s up and out of the infirmary with no problems at all.” Your mind cast itself back to yesterday, watching Swiss barrel through them and throw them around like children’s toys. How helpless you felt when he was inside you and they were all in the room, knocked out from his attack. How none of them helped you.

“I shouldn’t have come but I needed to see you. I feel so guilty. I…” he hesitated. “I can’t stop thinking about it. About you. I felt everything the de- he did to you. I heard everything, saw everything, felt everything. And you felt so… especially when… fuck! I know I shouldn’t but I keep remembering and my body reacts. I’ve used my hand so many times since but nothing compares to… I need it. I need you. One more time. Please.”

There was a feeling of dread pooling in your stomach again but you could understand where he was coming from. Since you’d been awake and your mind was showing you the images from yesterday, you were also losing your mind. You remembered everything in graphic detail, especially how good it felt when you woke up on the floor. Arousal began to replace the dread and your thighs rubbed together, making you hiss in pain. But the pain and the arousal seemed to control you, and for some reason unbeknownst to you, you nodded your head.

Swiss didn’t need to be told twice. He pulled back the comforter and climbed onto the bed. He lifted up the infirmary nightgown you were wearing and exposed your abused hole to him. You could see his cock tenting through his own nightgown at the sight of you. You were so broken and vulnerable, and it did things to him he knew he’d feel guilty for later on. But he just couldn’t resist any longer. It was like he was addicted to you. To it. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.” He told you. He lifted your gown further up to expose your breasts again before pulling himself free and lining himself up. You wanted to tell him to not be gentle, to disrespect you like he had yesterday, but the words couldn’t come out.

Pushing into you, you felt the same searing pain you felt the first time he did. You were so under prepared yesterday and even more so today. But after a few uncomfortable thrusts, the pleasure returned once more, and your hands, now finally responding, flew to his shoulders and grasped on, digging your nails into his skin.

His mouth had hung open and his own grunts and moans were escaping as he lost himself in the pleasure and the memory of your fear. You were deprived of this yesterday - and you were convinced that if you’d heard how good he felt, you’d have given up fighting long before you did.

“You feel even better than yesterday.” He muttered. His thrusts got rougher and you could feel the infirmary bed moving beneath you, groaning at the weight and the intense movement. “I kept thinking about how wet you got. The way you creamed on my fucking cock. I came twice to that thought alone. Fuck!”

Though your jaw was in pain, you were still able to whimper from the feeling of his fat cock railing you in a similar fashion to yesterday. Your own noises kept spurring him on.

“And when you screamed, yelling out how much you loved me raping you. Fucking hell. I want to hear it again. I want to hear you beg me to rape you over and fucking over. I want to keep you speared on my cock and make you cum on it because I just won’t stop raping you.”

You tightened at the thought, which made him let out a particularly loud moan.

“You want that, too?”

You nodded.

“Fuck. You want me to turn you into a little fucking rape toy, hm? A fuck-slut that’s only good for taking my fucking cum against her will. Have you beg me to stop while also sucking my cock back into your little hole.”

You dug your nails in again which prompted his hips to smack forward and whack your cervix.

“I’ll do it. Shit. I’ll find you when you’re out of the infirmary and I’ll force you to the fucking floor. I’ll take what I want from you when I want. You want that?”

You nodded.

“Fucking hell, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum again. I came inside you yesterday too. They had a hard time pulling me off you. I just kept holding onto your hips and railing you into the floor. I’m gonna keep doing it now. Use you as my fucking cum receptacle. Rape a baby into you too. Show everyone who this hole belongs to.”

You tightened and moaned again.

“I went feral when they pulled me off of you and I saw my cum spilling out. Proof that I’d - fuck I’m cu-cumming!”

Once again he pushed himself as far into you as he possibly could and stilled, painting your walls with his seed.

No one else had ever made you feel that good before. The fact that he was recreating the shared trauma also did things to you that you couldn’t quite explain. You knew he was suffering as much as you were, that the guilt was eating away at him in the same way the fear was. Maybe that was why you willingly spread your legs for him this time, because you needed someone who knew to make you feel good.

When he’d finished, he watched himself spilling out of you. “Fuck…” he lamented. “No tissues. You didn’t cum.”

You wanted to tell him not to bother, that a nurse might show up midway through. You knew how bad it would look that the man who’d raped you had come back for seconds not twenty-four hours after the incident. But even if you could speak, he wouldn’t listen.

He bent down and placed his tongue in your hole, licking his cum out of you. He swirled his tongue around your cunt, trying to find the parts of you that would tip you over the edge. Once he’d determined that you were clean enough, he moved up to your clit and sucked. Hard. It was like he knew that his treatment of you yesterday meant that you needed it rough today too, and so he did his best to deliver. He didn’t let up until you came on his face, your own juices spilling out of you. You did your best to muffle the scream that was threatening to come out of you as you tipped over the edge, hyper-aware of the fact that a nurse could come rushing in to make sure you were okay. Swiss knew this too and so finished up as quickly as he possibly could.

“I’ll see you later, yeah?”

You nodded and watched him press a kiss to your temple, completely juxtaposing his treatment of you both yesterday and today before making his exit back to his own ward.

You watched him leave and let your eyes wander around the room. That was when you noticed it and froze in panic. There was a security camera in the top corner of the room… and it had just captured everything.

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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 4 months

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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 24. threesome

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “sharing is caring”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ sodo and rain learn to share their special gift

pairing: sodo ghoul x afab!reader x rain ghoul

a/n: to make up for the missed day i will try to make this fic one of my better ones 🙏 we’re almost done with the holiday hoes event !!!

cw: nsfw content. threesome. switch!sodo. dom!rain. sub!reader. spanking. oral sex (m receiving). piv sex. anal sex. degradation. double penetration.

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“look at you two… just a couple of filthy whores.. oh isn’t this just exciting?” —❤︎

“s-shut the fuck up…” —❤︎

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sodo swore he was seeing things for a moment.

the sight before him looked too good to be true.

but alas, a familiar voice ringed out, snapping the fire ghoul out of his trance and back into reality.

“don’t just stand there.” rain spoke with a snippy tone, sounding irritated from sodo’s presence.

“either you join in on the fun, or you get the fuck out.”

lord knows what force of satan possessed sodo to make him stay, but he did, silently and slowly shutting the door behind him. his eyes never tore away from the scene before him.

what a sight for sore eyes, that’s for sure. rain has you bent over in a doggy style position, webbed fingers tightly clamped onto your hips while his cock plowed into the rim of your ass, each thrust making you squeal in pure ecstasy. the fire ghoul’s eyes drifted down to the lower half of your body, and he could see how dripping wet you were, pussy leaking and begging for attention while the water ghoul behind you abused your ass with his dick.

rain noticed how his pack mate was staring at you, and he grinned wickedly, one of his hands flying down to smack your ass lewdly.

“gorgeous, aren’t they?” rain spoke with a velvety, slick tone, thrusts slowing down slightly so he can turn part of his attention to sodo.

the fire ghoul just nodded, and crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow. “so this is what you’ve been doing for the holiday season?”

“yes, why? got a problem with it?” rain mused.

sodo scoffed, a sarcastic smirk evident on his face. “maybe. you couldn’t bother to share?”

“well i’m sharing now, aren’t i?” rain quipped back, thrusting in a particular angle that had you moaning into the sheets. “and i can see your dick straining in your pants. so come on, get over here and join in on the action.”

the fire ghoul just chuckled and started walking towards you both. “gladly.”

the fact that rain and sodo were just casually having a conversation like you weren’t being absolutely pounded into, it just got you going even more. your eyes were hazed and blurred with instinctive tears, slowly watching sodo make his way over to you while his calloused fingers undid the fly on his pants.

sodo got up on the bed and positioned himself in front of you, being sure that the front of his lower body was directly at your face. before you knew it, he had completely pulled down his pants and boxers, his hardened cock springing free from the restraints of his undergarments. the spitfire looked down at your lustful face, and smirked.

“like what you see?” he chuckled, one of his hands moving to grab onto the shaft of his dick, aligning it in front of your lips.

your eyes were dotted with stars while staring down at the chub of sodo’s cock. it was already leaking with precum and throbbing with need. damn, he got so turned on just from watching you and rain.

rain seemed to have noticed that you were very much star struck by the sight of sodo’s gorgeous dick. he growled, and thrusted into you hard, making you whine loudly.

sodo saw this and took this as an opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth while your lips parted, making you whimper in surprise from his shaft invading your mouth. though, your lips tightened around it, and sodo groaned with delight.

“fuck. that’s it.” he snarled, grabbing a fistful of your hair to control your movements. “suck on it.”

the sensation of being fucked from behind by rain and sucking off sodo, it was so goddamn hot. to just be used and pleasured by these two incredibly sexy ghouls, it was a fantasy like no other. the eagerness was evident in the way you were sucking sodo’s cock, tongue swirling around the head and getting a good taste of that salty precum. the fire ghoul was definitely enjoying it too, given by how he was grabbing your hair and forcing you to go deeper while his pleasured sounds increased in volume.

while all this was happening, a certain water ghoul was observing you and the fire ghoul closely. rain chuckled lustfully as he watched sodo’s expression morph from arrogant promiscuity, to desperate and needy. sodo’s tongue hung out of his mouth as you sucked him off, and rain was reveling at the sight of you two.

“look at you two… just a couple of filthy whores.. oh isn’t this just exciting?” he chided with a lewd edge, grabbing one of your legs and hooking it around his waist from behind.

sodo let out a high pitched growl and moaned in response, gritting his sharp teeth together. “s-shut the fuck up…”

“oh you know it’s true.” the bassist responded, slapping your ass, a loud smack echoing through the walls and your moans quickly following after.

“you two are like dogs in heat. it’s pathetic, really.”

“h-hahhh… s-screw you rain… ahh..!”

rain was turning you and sodo into his bitches, using your bodies for his own personal pleasure. he liked watching the fucked out expressions on your face, and the blissed twinkle that shone in sodo’s eyes every time your tongue dragged across the most sensitive part on his dick.

eventually, sodo had enough and wanted to feel something better. removing his cock from your mouth with a popping sound, sodo had changed positions a bit.

grabbing your body and lifting your hips up, sodo positioned himself underneath you and aligned his cock along your glittering wet pussy. rain seemed to take notice of this, and smirked. while still inside of you, rain grabbed your thighs and spread them further apart, before forcing your cunt down on sodo’s cock, loud gasps rupturing from your guys’ throats.

your mind was being numbed from the feeling of two things penetrating both holes all at once. sodo was underneath you and sat up slightly, cows grasping at your thighs while he bucked his hips up into you. pleasured grunts fell from his lips as he did this.

“f-fuck you feel so good…” the fire ghoul praised, moving you deeper onto his length. you could only babble nonsensical words while he spoke to you.

rain looked down at the two of you and scowled lustfully. his hand gripped your hair and forced it up while he went to town inside of you.

“look at that, sodo.” rain chided, a promiscuous twinge evident in his voice. “see that face on them? you think that’s you making them feel this good?”

sodo snarled and rammed his hips up further into your tight cunt.

“what ever happening to sharing, rain?” he gritted, tail coiling around your thigh possessively.

“i am sharing.” rain retorted. “was just statin’ the facts.”

“well i think that your ‘facts’ are complete and utter bullshit.”

the two ghouls snarled at each other, their cocks hitting deeper inside of you to try and prove that one was better than the other. you on the other hand, were forced to take it all.

after a bit of back and forth bickering, rain just smirked.

“you know what? how about we just keep fucking them, see who makes them cum the hardest, eh?” rain challenged, and sodo’s eyes fluttered in pleasure and intrigue, anger fading away for a moment.

“i know you like a good challenger after all, firefly. so how about it? wanna keep doin’ this like rabbits and see who gets them off the hardest?”

sodo took a moment to speak back, moaning in delight as he felt your pussy clamp around his cock more upon listening to rain’s words. he had a feeling you were getting excited just from hearing rain’s suggestions. looking directly at you, you gave sodo a haste nod, moaning from the way rain was pounding into you.

that was all the confirmation sodo needed.

“alright then.” sodo confirmed, returning rain’s wicked smirk. “challenge accepted, water boy.”

rain chuckled darkly, and slapped your ass again.

“then let’s do this.”

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#holiday hoes event #ghost bc #rain x reader #sodo x reader #rain x sodo #sodo smut #rain smut #nameless ghoul smut #smutty drabble #the band ghost x reader #the band ghost smut #christmas prompts #christmas

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bloodsuckingfiends · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 3: Gloves

Pairing: Aether X Rain

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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kelthebarb · 4 months

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THE BOYS EVER!!!

swiss is a nipple sucker, tiddy or no tiddy.

dew is a dick sucker. better yet, fuck his throat.

rain is the king of handjobs. sit on his lap, face away from him, and let him stroke you.

mountain is a fingerer. give him a hole and his fingers are in there.

phantom is an ass eater!!!! sit on his pretty face i BEG you.

aether likes leaving his mark. expect bites & bruises.

#nameless ghouls #ghost smut #ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #swiss ghoul #sodo ghoul #phantom ghoul #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #nameless ghoul smut #mountain ghoul

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bupia · 7 months

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Hi, Swiss, 42 and 33 Thank you :D x

MORNING SEX

“I won’t hurt you.” "So excited already."

There's a smut bellow the cut, +18 only, please.

(fem!reader. oral sex: m-f; unprotected sex; penetration: p in v)

Available on AO3

Day 5 | Day 7

"Good morning, sis," Swiss voice cut through the kitchen, startling you as you jumped in surprise.

"Swiss! You can't just barge in like this! Knock next time!" you exclaimed, placing a hand over your racing heart.

"Apologies, I didn't mean to startle you."

"It's fine," you replied, taking a deep breath. "Why are you here so early? I'm still getting breakfast ready for everyone."

"Oh, I came to talk to you. I knew you'd be up before anyone else, your early rising habits never fail," he teased.

"If you're here for food, I'm afraid it's not ready yet."

"No, it's not about food. It's about you."

"Me?"

"Yes, you see, I'm quite hungry, and," he stepped closer. "Only you can satisfy that hunger."

"What do you mean?" you asked, feeling a nervous flutter in your chest.

"I mean that I've mustered the courage to come here and... Take you."

"Take me? What do you mean by 'take me'?" you inquired nervously.

"You know exactly what I mean," his voice grew husky.

"I'm not sure I do."

"Then allow me to demonstrate," he replied with a seductive tone.

He moved closer, pressing against you, making you feel uneasy. He placed his hands on your waist, pulling you close.

"May I?" he asked, whispering.

You nodded and his lips met yours. The kiss was soft at first, then became more passionate, with his tongue invading your mouth. You felt yourself melting against him, your body responding to his touch. Your body began to tingle and you felt yourself grow wet between your legs. You moaned against his lips and he pulled back slightly, and began to kiss down your neck, causing goose bumps to rise on your skin.

"S-Swiss..." you moaned his name, a little breathless. "I have things to do, and the others can arrive at any moment."

"But I want you now. I don't care if they are here or not," he whispered, nibbling your earlobe. "Don't you want me too?"

A gasp escaped your mouth followed by a soft groan. You bit your lower lip, closing your eyes. You nodded and slowly opened your eyes, looking at him.

"So allow me to show you how good I can make you feel," he said with a smile. He lifted you off the ground and sat you on the kitchen's counter.

He slowly lifted your habit's skirt, kissing every inch of exposed skin. You shivered as goosebumps rose on your skin. He kissed your inner thighs, causing you to squirm and bite your lip again.

"Don't worry, I won't leave any marks," he assured you.

He continued to kiss your thighs, moving upwards towards your wet center. He kissed your mound, causing you to jump. You let out a small whimper and he continued kissing and licking your legs. His hands went to the waistbands of your panties, pulling it down to your ankles.

"So excited already," he whispered.

He smiled, moving his head between your legs. He closed his eyes, licking your slit, tasting your juices. He licked up one side, then down the other, causing you to squirm and moan.

"Ah-! Satan!" you moaned.

"I appreciate the compliment, but I prefer you to call me as Swiss," he said, in a teasing tone.

He places his hands on your hips, holding you steady. He continued lapping your juices. You moaned and groaned, unable to form coherent words. He went with his mouth to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his forked tongue. You screamed and he quickly withdrew his head from between your legs.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he asked, looking up at you.

"No, no, it just feels very good," you panted.

"Does it? So tell me how much you like it," he whispered.

He smiled, then returned to pleasuring you. His mouth went back to your clit, licking it. You hips bucked as he went back to suck it into his mouth, making you squirm. You couldn't respond; you were out of your mind. His wet and warm mouth on your clit were sending shivers down your spine. He sucked harder, circling your clit with his tongue. You moaned, grinding yourself into his face.

"Oh... Swiss, please, please don't stop," you groaned. "Please, it's so good."

Swiss moaned against your clit, adding an extra vibration to your core. He released your clit, and moved his mouth to your entrance. He drank on your juices, savoring them. You were screaming, and screaming so loud that you were afraid someone could listen. But the way Swiss were licking faster and sucking your entrance, it was hard to keep it still.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Swiss, you are going to make me cum, if you... Ah-!"

He then stood up. He looked down at you, smiling. "Not yet, sis."

He pulled you into him. Your arms wrapped around him, and you kissed him deeply. You could feel his hardness pressed against you. You felt his hands move over your body, caressing your skin. He broke the kiss, and leaned in, kissing your cheek, close to a mole on your face.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time," he said, pulling away a from you. "I have been watching you since you arrived here, and I just wanted to have you all for myself."

"You can have me," you whispered.

Swiss moved closer to you, but suddenly a nearby noise caught both your attention. He quickly took your hand and guided you away from the kitchen counter, leading you into a nearby door and closing it. It took a moment for you to realize your surroundings: you were inside a condiments closet.

"I don't think this was the best idea," you whispered.

"I wasn't thinking," Swiss admitted. "I saw the door and went for it."

"Let's just wait until they leave, and then we can go out quietly," you suggested, speaking softly.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you to be silent?" Swiss teased, his hands on your waist, pressing you against the door. "Or did you really think we were finished?"

"Swiss, what are you saying?"

"I haven't had enough," he whispered, his face drawing closer to yours. "I haven't had enough of you, not yet."

"What do you mean? You're not thinking of doing it here, are you?" you asked nervously.

"I am," he nodded. "But don't worry, I won't hurt you."

"I'm not concerned about you hurting me. I'm worried about someone hearing or catching us," you whispered anxiously.

"So, I guess you'll have to be very quiet, won't you?" Swiss replied with a mischievous grin.

You gulped. "I can't believe we're doing this," you muttered under your breath.

Swiss leaned in even closer, his lips almost brushing against your ear. "Sometimes, the thrill is worth it," he whispered, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

He moved his hand from your waist to your hip. The touch sent tingles through your body. Swiss leaned in, kissing your neck, licking it. Your body was shaking from anticipation, you wanted him so badly. His tongue slid along your neck, and you moaned. He sucked on your skin, and then he bit you gently. You gasped, his teeth scraped over your flesh, your hands found their way to his head, holding him close to you. His fingers found their way into your hair, pulling your hair back.

"Please..." you begged, your voice hoarse.

Swiss looked up at you. "Please what?"

"Please... fuck me," you groaned.

He smiled, and then he leaned forward again, kissing your neck. Hi mouth moved to your chin, kissing you there as well. You felt his hand slide up your habit skirt and you bit your lip. His fingers brushed across your wetness, making you whimper. Swiss turned your back to him, pressing your body on the door, you reached for your habit skirt holding it for him. He grabbed your waist, positioning you for him.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked with lust on his voice.

"Yes, yes I am," you replied.

Swiss unbuttoned his pants. He fumbled with his belt, and unzipped them. He went with his hand to your slid, running along it. He pulled your legs apart. Swiss slid his length in you slowly, you gasped as you felt him enter you. It was bigger and thicker than you expected.

"Ah!" you moaned loud. "Oh, fuck, Swiss!"

"I love how wet you are," he said, pushing in deeper.

"Mmmm," you moaned softly. "So big."

"That feels so good, sis, you feel so good," he whispered. "I've waited so long for this."

He started moving his hips, slowly sliding his length in and out of you. Swiss pushed in deeper, and you cried out. He increased his pace, grabbing your hips firmly, thrusting faster in you. You could hear your body banging against the door, and probably other siblings would be hear it, but you didn't care anymore at this point. Swiss felt so good inside you that you only could think about it.

"Yes, Swiss, yes, please fuck me hard," you moaned, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. "Please, don't stop, fuck, it's so go-good."

"Yeah? Does my cock feels good inside you?" he asked, with a wicked grin.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes! It feels amazing, you feel amazing inside me," you moaned in pleasure.

Swiss picked up the pace even more. He slammed his length into you over and over again, the sounds of your body slamming against the door became louder. He was going faster and faster, thrusting into you ever harder. He withdrew a hand from your hips, going to your hair under your veil, grabbing it, pulling it. Swiss groaned loudly, you grid your hips against his, while he pumped you hard. You screamed, squeezing your walls around him.

"Sister, fuck! Don't do it, don't make your pussy that tighter for me," he said, growling.

"I- I- I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Swiss," you cried, rolling your hips around his length.

He slapped your ass, making you moan loud, slamming his member inside you. Your nails went to the door, scratching it, sticking up your ass in his direction. He pulled it out and slid it inside you. He did it again, and again. You whined, and he grabbed your shoulders, pushing you to his direction, going deeper than before. You opened your moth in a loud silent moan, feeling your body trembling.

"Swi-Ah! Swiss... Swiss... Swiss... Fuck me, fuck me, Oh my Satan!"

"Yes, yes, sister, moan my name, moan my name while I fuck your tight pussy!"

He started to move roughly inside you, going back with his hands to your waist, holding you. He was pumping inside you, and you clenched again around him feeling your body tensing up. Swiss adjusted his body behind you, hitting the right spot inside you. He lowered his body onto yours, resting on your back. One of his hand went to your clit, rubbing it hard. You threw your head back, resting it on his shoulder.

"Swiss, you're going to make me cum, I'm going to cum," you said, breathing heavily.

"Yes, that's what I want, Sister, cum for me, cum on my cock," he demanded.

You arched your back, letting out a loud groan, cumming on his length. Swiss kept moving in and out of you, your walls twitched around his length.

"Oh, fuck, Sister!" he grunted. "I'm going to cum, I-!"

You closed your eyes tightly, and he held himself inside you and he shot his load deep inside you. He collapsed his body on your back, panting heavily. You smiled, biting your lower lip, feeling him filling you inside. Suddenly, you realized how noisy you two were.

"Do you think someone heard us?" you asked, gasping for air.

"I think everyone listened to us, Sister," Swiss replied, chuckling.

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