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[ghoulette-knell]

Ghost B.C Kinktober 2023:

October 1st 🎃 🔞

Prompt: Overstimulation

TW: Toys; oral (m receiving); teasing, masterbation (f receiving).

Papa Emeritus III (Terzo)

Fem!Reader

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Word Count: 1,622

It was a full moon out, which meant one thing. Everyone in the ministry was going to be going haywire tonight.

The Satanic ministry was known for its legendary orgies and sex parties under the full moon, but you weren’t into that kind of thing. You wanted a 1-on-1 type of relationship.

“C’mon, (Y/N)! It’ll be fun! We always have room for more!”

The earth ghoul, Ivy, walked alongside you as you headed towards Terzo’s office. You could already see the tent being pitched in his pants as Dewdrop and Zephyr joined his side; all of them displaying hungry looks at you.

You patted Ivy’s cheek over his mask and shrugged.

“Sorry, guys. I have something else I need to do first. Maybe later tonight I’ll come by.”

The three men chuckled and walked away; their ghoul tails flicking excitedly as they left. You knew it would’ve been rather enjoyable to go off with them and get fucked into the night, but you needed something else. You needed a night to remember.

That’s where Terzo came in.

You walked swiftly down the halls and towards his office. You knew the anti-pope would be working long hours despite the antagonizing full moon. He was very dedicated to his work… but you had a feeling you could convince him to take a break.

As you approached the door, you already felt yourself getting wet. That was the affects of the moon, you supposed. You extended your hand and gingerly knocked,

“Papa? It’s (Y/N). May I come in?”

There was silence for a moment, then you heard footsteps approaching the door. The heavy wooden door swung open, and you were met with the multi-coloured eyes of Papa Emeritus III.

“Good evening, (Y/N).” The man commented as his eyes scanned you; his nose smelling something delicious in the air. His face immediately dropped, then rose into a devious smirk. “Is it really a full moon tonight? Is that why you’re here? I can smell it on you.”

You immediately blushed while smiling slightly. “Is it that obvious?” Terzo snickered and moved to the side to allow you to enter his office. “I am pleased you decided to come to me tonight. I haven’t been able to relieve myself with anyone for as many full moons as I can recall. You ghouls love to pleasure yourselves and always forget about your Papa.”

“It’s a good thing I came then.”

You sat down on his couch and stared expectantly at the man. He quickly shut the door behind you, and walked over towards the couch. He loomed with authority; hunger in his eyes.

“Take your mask off, ghoulette. Let me see who I’m about to fuck.”

A blush radiated over your cheeks as you did what Papa had told you to do. You slowly pulled off your resin mask; your face and horns being revealed to the anti-pope.

"Goddamn, (Y/N)." He whispered while sitting on the couch beside you and cupping your face into his hands, "Why did you neglect to tell me how gorgeous you are? I am so lucky that I get to fuck you tonight."

"That's just the moon talking," you giggled while beginning to strip your shirt off.

Papa's eyes were watching you closely as you did this. You could see his dick beginning to spring up as he saw your cleavage. "You weren't kidding when you said it has been a while since you had a good fuck. Look at that boner! I haven't even done anything to you yet."

Papa growled lowly at that. His eyes had glazed over and he exhibited animalistic qualities. His hands wrapped aggressively around your hips as he hoisted you horizontally on the couch. You giggled the whole time, loving that Terzo was showing such authority over you.

"I don't like you pointing that out, ghoulette. I do have to admit... my dry spell has made me a bit eager," Terzo growled, "Stay there. I will be right back." You giggled and continued to remove your shirt as Terzo slipped further into his office. Your nipples hardened the second your ghoulette shirt and jacket were removed thanks to the low temperatures in Terzo's office, as well as the anticipation for the fuck. Terzo was gone for a while. You almost wondered if he was taking his time on purpose because you were teasing him about his boner. You nibbled your lips eagerly as you glanced towards the door. "Terzo! Are you coming back?" you yelled as your hand involuntarily crept down to your pants. You were already so wet from the full moon, and Terzo's absence wasn't helping. Without hesitation, you slipped your hand past your pants and began teasing your clit with your pointer and ring finger. Moans slipped past your mouth as you imagined it was Terzo teasing your clit with his gloved hands instead of yourself. You nibbled your lip as your fingers began playing with your sopping hole. Then, you heard a chuckle. "Jeez, I was only gone for a minute, (Y/N)," the man said in amusement while pulling something out from behind his back, "You're so horny that you can't even wait for me to get back." "It's not my fault you've been gone for ages!" Terzo smirked while wiggling a vibrator in front of his face. "Trust me, little ghoul, I was gone for your benefit."

You quickly removed your hands from your pants as you saw the vibrator,

“Shit, Papa. You have to be kidding me.”

There was an amused smile on both Papa’s and your face. He laid the vibrator down on the couch as he began to undo the clasp on his belt. His cock quickly fell out of his boxers, and your mouth began watering at the sight of it.

You quickly rose off the couch and attempted to get on your knees to take the man’s cock in your mouth, but he shoved you back onto the couch before you had the chance.

“Lay down.”

That was all you needed. You laid back down without argument. Terzo abandoned the rest of his clothing fairly quickly. He then turned the vibrator on, causing your hips to involuntarily buck in his direction. Full moons really made everyone so damn horny.

He carefully sat the vibrator at your entrance; the toy sending shockwave after shockwave into your swollen clit. Your legs began wobbling as Terzo maneuvered the vibrator into the right spot so it wouldn’t stop pleasuring you, even if you twitched and moved from pleasure.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had a good fuck,” the man repeated for what seemed like the 100th time.

He walked to where your head was on the couch; pumping his dick into his hands a few times before tapping your lips with it.

“I’m going to make sure we are both taken care of.”

You obediently lulled your mouth open and took Terzo’s length into it. Your eyes rolled back in pure pleasure as the vibrator continued to treat you to wave after wave of stimulation.

Terzo slowly reached down and grabbed your breasts as he began to regulate his thrusts. His gloved hands squeezed lightly, which caused soft moans to leave your mouth and vibrate off his dick. The anti-pope groaned in appreciation for this, and in turn, began to massage your nipples as your reward,

“Shit, (Y/N). Your mouth feels so good.”

He began to growl animalistically as his thrusts sped up. Your throat was beginning to get accustomed to his large size. As Terzo’s cock slipped in and out of your mouth, your throat squelched with every movement. Your arms wrapped around his for leverage against his thrusts as he continued to fondle your tits; moans continuing to echo up his length.

The vibrator only added to your fun. With every thrust, Terzo was pushing your swollen clit against the vibrator. You involuntarily swivelled your hips towards the buzzing machine; your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Suddenly, you felt that familiar burning sensation in your abdomen that was a sure sign of an orgasm. Your hips continued to buck into the vibrator. Terzo couldn't stop his amused laughter as he saw you beginning to get desperate. "Aw, you're already about to cum?" he pouted as if he was upset that you were already nearing your peak. Your jaw ached as his balls continued to slap up against your upper lip and nose. Your hand trailed down to your pussy; thrusting your fingers inside as the pleasure began to spiral. It was all too much. Without warning, your orgasm hit. You squealed and moaned all over Terzo's cock. His hands squeezed your tits roughly as his own orgasm hit; his hot stream of semen coating your throat as it descended into your gut. "Such a good girl, hmm?" Terzo moaned while carefully removing his length from your mouth. You immediately coughed and sputtered; a trail of saliva and cum keeping your lips and Terzo's dick momentarily attached. Terzo quickly reached down towards your core. His gloved fingers slowly traced a few small circles around your pussy. You moaned and melted into his body, "F-Fuck." The anti-pope smirked cockily as he brought his hand up to his lips; licking all your juices off hungrily, "I've got to say, ghoulette, we can't wait until the next full moon to do that again. I have tons of plans for you, my sweet." "Don't... gotta ask me twice," you replied in between laboured breaths; your legs still occasionally twitching from all of the stimulation you had received that night.

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[her-satanic-wiles]

October 3rd

Hate Sex, Papa Emeritus II x Catholic!Reader

Masterlist

Words: 3.4k

Warnings: Hate sex; mean dom!Secondo; virgin!Reader; catholic!Reader (for now); degradation; piv; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it); semi-public sex; corruption kink; cunnilingus; multiple orgasms; dubcon; choking; breeding kink?; cum eating (because I’m a slut for it okay? I’ll see you in the goddamn parking lot); vaginal sex; loss of virginity;

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Your father becoming the Pope was not something you anticipated, but it was definitely a dream of his. As his daughter, you had your own responsibilities to the church that you had to maintain, as well as making sure your father’s reputation and standing in the Catholic church remained good and respectable.

You had made it your mission to save as many souls as possible, but only one you had given up on. He was the second son of a man named Nihil Emeritus - a lowly man who called himself Papa and claimed to be the anti-Pope for the Satanic Church. The leader of the opposition. His second son, known simply as Secondo, was cardinal to his father, and was a real piece of work.

You had, in previous years, tried to show him the way of the light, the way of the Lord. But he would always counter you with ridiculous quips and notions about Him that made your blood boil. How can one person be so blind to the rulers that oppress them as much as Satan did? How can they follow a beast so blindly and stray so far from all that was pure?

Constant talks between Satanic and Catholic churches would happen to set specific boundaries both physical and spiritual, but once a year, the Vatican and the Ministry would meet to set an example to followers on both sides - though everyone hated these meetings and wanted them to end, it was important for your church to be seen at the very least converting the dark ones with kindness and love that our Lord had shown you and taught you to be.

This year, for the first time in a hundred years, the Ministry were to host the talks and you were nervous to say the least. You were uncomfortable entering such a sinful building, filled with demons and lost souls, covered in pentagrams and statues of the Devil. As you walked through the white marble halls, you clutched onto your crucifix necklace and prayed quietly for the Lord to keep you safe.

Outside, they had a press conference and photo opportunity. Your father and the blasphemous Nihil had their pictures taken together, shaking hands and pretending to engage in important conversations for the sake of the press, before the rest of the churches were invited to take photos together like a NATO Summit. He was placed next to you.

His ungodly mismatched eyes hidden underneath layers of thick, black paint making him look like a bald panda. Not a single hair underneath his zucchetto, instead the only hair on his head coming from his eyebrows and his moustache. It would be unseemly to compare his aesthetic to a certain kind of video, but he definitely looked like he came straight out of it. You were both in our twenties but his choice of appearance made him look so much older than you. Yet there he was, confidently standing in a respected Cardinal’s uniform, soiling it with a grucifix and a perverted smile.

For the photograph, he put his arm around you, and rested his large, leather gloved hand on your bicep. Though your face was smiling like you were happy to be there, your insides were crawling with disgust. You shoved him off you as soon as the cameras had switched off. “Get your filthy hands off me, you creep!”

“Only for the photo, dipshit. Believe me, looking at you makes my dick soft.”

“Must you always be so vulgar?”

“Must you always be a prude?”

“You know, you are such a-”

“Children,” You heard your father’s voice and immediately silenced yourself, “come.”

“Yes, father.” As you walked towards your father, you brushed passed Secondo’s shoulder hard and held your head up high, preserving what remained of your dignity. You knew your father would force you into penance later for your emotional outburst.

The day was seemingly endless, and you often found your mind drifting away with itself thinking of other things. At first, your mind went to lunch - what would those hellish kitchens serve you? No doubt ground up fetus spaghetti. But when your eyes met Cardinal Secondo’s, your thoughts drifted to him instead. If he wasn’t so brutish, he would be attractive. If he was Catholic he would be attractive. But he was Satanic, an abomination. He needed saving.

Finally, you were granted a break and ran to the restroom as quickly as you could. Coming out, however, you ran into Secondo again.

“Oh, look! It’s the little snob.” He said, his face as stoic as usual. “Probably pissed out the holy water she drinks.”

“Go stick your face in it, see how it feels to burn.”

He raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t know you were into that.”

“You should repent. Beg the Lord for forgiveness. Turn to the light.”

“I’m much happier under the watchful eye of the fallen archangel, thanks.”

“You’ll burn in Hell.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Filthy sinners deserve to rot there. You and your family will suffer if you don’t-”

He moved towards you and grabbed your chin with his index finger and thumb, his eyes filled with anger and hate. You felt your heart rate spike in fear, yes, but there was also something else you couldn’t identify. “Listen to me, you stupid little sheep. I couldn’t give a fuck about your Lord, your God or the idiots who follow you. I don’t care about that fucking book you live and breathe by and I don’t care about you. You dare to come into my house and dictate what I do? I’ll do what I please, and worship who I please. Maybe you should repent, Sathanas would appreciate how you looked on your knees.”

“Get off me!” You shoved him as hard as you could and freed yourself from his touch. “You vile, filthy pig!” You hit his shoulder. “You sinful, disgusting cockroach! I would never get on my knees for evil bastards like you or your deranged goat god!”

“But you would get on your knees. Unless of course, you’re a virgin.”

You hit him again.

He gasped. “You are!” He laughed. “Saving yourself for marriage, huh? Keeping yourself pure and holy for a god that would kill you with no thoughts of regret.” He grasped onto your chin again. “I could save you, you know? Show you a better way of living. Worshiping a god who worships you back, and sends you the greatest pleasures you’ve ever known.” As he spoke, his face got closer and closer to yours until he was a single inch away from you. You could feel his breath on your face, smell the coffee from his break just moments ago. “Tell me to stop, little lamb, and I will.”

You should have. You don’t know why you didn’t. Maybe there was a part of you that hated how controlled you were by your father. Maybe there was a part of you that wanted to be tempted by a servant of sin. You weren’t sure about the reason, but you knew that when his lips touched yours and he pulled you in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever had, or the only kiss you’d ever had, you were tasting a glimpse of the pleasure he offered you. His tongue immediately sought entry to your mouth, and you granted the permission, letting him take the lead and teach you what to do. It felt so good. You had to stop. This was wrong.

You pushed him off you one final time and slapped his face. No words were spoken, there wasn’t anything to say. He didn’t look offended by your slap, nor did he look put off by it. He still looked at you with the same lustful expression he had moments ago. And you couldn’t stop yourself.

Your hands gripped his cassock and pulled him back in for another kiss, this one more violent and desperate than it was before. It was messy, all teeth and tongues and no finesse to it whatsoever. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer to his body, before gripping onto your ass. The feel of his covered hands clutching onto you sent a thrill through your frame you’d never felt before. Before you knew it, a moan had escaped from your lips and caught up onto his, which made him smile.

The sound of people approaching made you both pull away from each other. You began to panic. You were sure you looked disheveled enough from the kiss alone, and the Cardinal’s cheek was beginning to redden where you slapped it. In a panic, you grabbed hold of his hand and ran into the first unlocked door you could find, keeping the lights off and shutting yourselves in as quietly as you can. Secondo was chuckling at you, but you simply held a hand over his mouth and kept as quiet as you possibly could. You couldn’t be seen being intimate with a member of the Satanic church! It would ruin everything. When the people left, you sighed in relief.

You had unknowingly pulled both of you into an office of some kind, but you didn’t know whose office it was, or if they’d even be back. It was in the silence of the room that you realised what you’d just done. And how close you were to Secondo. Before more doubts could sneak back in, your lips found each other’s again. You don’t know who started it, but now that you had, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. His zucchetto was the first thing to hit the floor, followed by your own hat and your heels.

Secondo’s mouth travelled to your neck and began placing open mouthed kisses there, driving you mad with want. You couldn’t think of anything else other than him. You loathed him, he was evil. But he felt so good.

He backed you up against the desk in the room and continued to kiss your neck, his hands roaming all over your body. His were the first to touch you in so many places: your shoulders, your arms, your waist, your stomach, your breasts and now your thighs.

Your legs opened for him automatically so he could slot comfortably between them. Your sun dress hiked up over your thighs, giving him perfect access to your panties which were now drenched in your arousal. It wasn’t long before his hands made their way under your skirts and stroking over your vulva. He barely pulled away from your neck to utter his words, “the good Catholic girl, soaking wet for the Devil’s son. Do you think your god is watching, little lamb? Hm?” His fingers moved your panties aside. “Do you think he’s disappointed in you giving into temptation?”

“Yes.”

He stood up straight, his forehead touching yours as his finger rolled over your clit. You released a strangled noise at the new sensation, and your hips bucked. “You’ve been a good girl up until now, haven’t you? Keeping yourself pure for your god. My god sent me to you,” he pushed one finger inside your wet heat tapping upwards immediately, “I am His gift to you. Tell me, little lamb, will you accept His gift, even just for today? Will you let the one you hate the most defile you?”

“Yes!”

He kissed your lips again as his fingers hooked into your pure white panties and pulled them off you. He got onto his knees and directed your legs to rest onto his shoulders. You couldn’t help it. “I hate you so fucking much - ah!”

He silenced you by wrapping his lips around your clitoris and sucking hard, not giving you any chance to ease into this. You could feel him smirk into your cunt as he lapped up your juices, shaking his head and licking away until he was convinced you were seeing stars.

Your hands flew to his head, holding onto him as if you were about to float away. The pleasure was so overwhelming, and nothing like anything you’d ever felt before. Sexual pleasure of all types was a sin - and you had never indulged at all. You were too scared to. You were an adult, so sheltered about adult things you knew nothing of what your body could do. But now here you were, legs spread with the son of the anti-pope licking up your arousal like he was eating his first meal in days.

That same son was now inserting a finger inside of you again, tapping up and making you cry out. Your noises were uncontrollable and loud, but there was nothing you could do about it. Silence didn’t feel like an option. You needed to make noise and you couldn’t explain why. You gasped when he added a second finger. Your hips moved on their own accord and you bucked into the pleasure, simultaneously wanting to escape it but also get as close to it as physically possible.

“W-wait!” You said. Your words were slurred and your voice full of panic. “S-something’s happening. You - mmm - you have t-to stop please!”

He ignored you entirely, refusing to stop his ministrations no matter how much you squirmed. “Stop, y-you sack of sh-shit. Oh my God!” His other hand, somehow so powerful, stopped your hips from wriggling away and pinned you to the desk. You were helpless when you toppled over the edge, seeing black as you came for the first time. Secondo worked you until you were overstimulated and collapsed back onto the cold wood of the desk. Your body covered in sweat and your breathing laboured. Your head was spinning from the intensity and you could barely move.

Secondo stood, his hand on his crotch moving his cassock out the way to free himself. His cock was big, or to you it was anyway, girthy and as long as his hand. He gripped your hips and pulled you towards the edge, making sure you were easy access for him. He lined his cock up to your vulva once more, but instead of pushing inside he rubbed himself against your folds, groaning at the feel. “This is your last chance,” he told you, “tell me to leave and I will. If you don’t, I will sodomise this virgin cunt of yours.”

The feel of his cock against your folds was torturous. Your hole was clenching around nothing, screaming for him to enter you and have his way with you. There was a small voice in your head telling you to run, leave now while you still could. Your whimpers and the sound of your wetness was now the only noise in the room.

“What do you want, little lamb? Do you want me to stop?”

“No!”

He stopped his ministrations and placed the head of his cock at your entrance and pushed in the smallest amount, not enough to completely penetrate you, but enough to drive you insane. “Tell me what you want.”

“F-fuck me.” The request tasted weird but you meant it.

Secondo nodded. He grabbed hold of your hand and held it. “Look at me.” He told you.

For a second, you looked vulnerable and it made his dick throb. You sat up and placed your hand on his chest, nervously pushing him away with no force. “Will it hurt?” You had always been told that it would hurt, and now you were scared you’d be in pain.

His own tough facade dissipated briefly, and the hand that wasn’t gripped in yours went to cup your face. “No.” He said gently. “You are wet enough and my fingers stretched you. But if it hurts too much you must tell me.”

You nodded.

With you now concentrating on him, he began to push into you. His thick cock spread your walls a little further than his fingers did, and the pressure was a lot. Both of your hands moved up to his neck, grasping onto him, as your eyebrows worried and your mouth fell open. Every time you thought he would stop he just kept going.

“You good?”

Your body was on fire. There were too many things to feel. “Yes. Oh God!”

The toughness returned to his demeanour and there was a dark glint in his eye. “Your god can’t help you now, little lamb.”

Before you had the chance to process his words, he pulled out of you and then slammed all the way back in, causing you to scream It felt Earth-shatteringly good to have him inside you. He did it again. And again. “You sadistic bastard!” You exclaimed in between moans.

He laughed but said nothing, instead concentrating his gaze on where your bodies met. Every rough thrust sent you a little further across the desk, and your back couldn’t remain upright. You allowed yourself to lie back down again, your body jiggling violently with every movement. You had to bite your finger to keep you from screaming again.

“Look at you,” Secondo began, “lying there with your - fuck - your legs spread like a c-common whore.” You tightened. “The whore likes being reminded of who she is, hm?”

His hips moved faster and faster as he got more into his head, watching your tits bounce as he defiled you.

“What’s the matter, little lamb? Devil steal that tongue? Mm, shit. No smart remark? Wh-where’s that snobby cunt who keeps telling me to repent now?” He pulled out of you and manhandled you off the desk, spinning you around and bending you over it slightly. He slammed into you once more. His hand wrapped around your throat. “Oh, that’s right, she’s booking herself a one way ticket to Hell.”

“Fuck you!” You hissed.

“Giving yourself willingly to the son of Satan. Oh, how the righteous fall from grace.”

His other hand ran seductively down your body, and as his teeth began to bite your ear, his finger stroked your clit in circles. His breath in your ear, his hand on your clit, his cock in your cunt, it was all too much. You were surrounded by him, breathing him. He was everywhere and difficult to escape. But you didn’t want to escape. This was the most free you’d ever felt, the best you’d ever felt. You came around his cock this time, tugging at his cassock and gasping for air, collapsing back onto the table.

In your mind, you saw the crucifix within your private quarters at the Vatican - the very same one that was gifted to you by the previous pope. You could see Jesus as if he were right in front of you. The look of disappointment present on his face as he watched you give into temptation and gift your most sacred gift to the Devil. The disappointment didn’t make you feel guilty for once in your life.

With that thought in your mind and the fog cleared, you began taking control, meeting Secondo’s thrusts with as much passion as he was giving which stole a guttural moan from him. “Oh, fuck, just like that. Let me fuck this tight, virgin cunt. Take my cock, you fucking whore.” Both of his hands grasped your hips with such tightness, you thought he would bruise you. “You’re gonna make me cum. Is that what you want, little lamb? Shit! You want me to cum deep in this cunt? Knock you up with the fucking Antichrist, hm?”

No. It was too risky. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Cum inside me. Give me your filth!” You heard yourself say.

With a growl, Secondo stilled and emptied himself into you, letting his own body fall forward and pin you down to the desk. You had no choice now, you were forced to take all his cum whether you wanted it or not. How would you beg for forgiveness now that the Devil’s seed was spilling into your willing womb?

Despite his exhaustion, Secondo dropped to his knees again and ran his tongue through your folds, collecting his cum from your pussy and working you towards your third and final orgasm. This was bordering on pain, but it felt so good. Your knuckles turned white from how hard you gripped the desk. Turning to look behind you, you saw him practically worshiping your cunt, and that alone was enough to tip you back over the edge.

When all had finished, and you were both redressing in silence, you realised the implications of what had just happened. You had committed the ultimate sin… and you didn’t want to go back…

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day ⛧ Part 2

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[honey-tongued-devil]

Sinners' tango

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It wasn't just meant to be a small collection of Papa x Sister of Sin!Reader, but also to have a little interpretation key. So, as usual, I invite you to comment/like to show your support!

I really like the idea that the Ministry of Ghosts is a matriarchal pyramid, where even though Papa seems like the most important figure, Sister Imperator is the one who holds the reins of everything. Furthermore, I like that this isn't seen as a threat to anyone's masculinity within the clergy.

This series had a bit of this in mind. The woman isn't shown to allow more or less everyone to insert/identify themselves, yet her presence is so strong that even without ever seeing her face, you should be able to perceive her as the dominant figure in the composition. Sometimes she simply doesn't bother to look at those who are looking at the images, as if leaving the dirty work to someone else, other times she plays with her men, who allow themselves to be moved docilely.

There's also a certain sensuality, the idea of intimacy between the sister and the pope, and the various popes looking into the camera is like an awareness of their position. It's a submissive, almost devoted but still proud. Except for Copia, but not because he's not devoted to her, but because he, more than anyone, couldn't take his eyes off her.

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[ghulehunknown]

Papa Headcanons - 💋💑

Day 15 of KINKTOBER is here! 🎃

**WARNING - NSFW**

Also available on AO3!

My headcanons of ~lovemaking~ with the Papas

Primo

Perfectly content to lay on his back and watch you ride, too old and tired to do anything wild and crazy

Had lots of wild sexventures in his youth and is happy to have missionary or cowgirl sex for the rest of his days

Refers to the act as “making love” for general sex, or “fornication” for a quickie

Always conscious about wearing a condom

Lots of kissing and cute pet names

Rarely, if ever, says he loves you but treats you so sweetly you know he does

Switch but mostly a pleasure dom

Won’t stop until you cum

Surprisingly gentle touch

Painfully aware of the size of his member and makes sure to ease into you and makes sure you’re very wet and ready for him

Secondo

Prefers to let you ride him but he controls the motions and speed from the bottom

Also loves spooning you so he can reach around to your front

Has a good read on facial expressions and can generally tell what you’re in the mood for and pays attention to your body language during sex

Comes prepared with toys, lube, condoms, dilators, and other accouterments

Loves to play with your nipples

Leaves you one of his button down shirts to wear afterwards

Indulges in a cigar or cigarette, or a glass of whiskey, in bed with you after

Almost always a dom and will play it rough when you want it

Easily makes you cum multiple times

Wants to service and be serviced by his sub

Loves facefucking you

Terzo

Romantic gestures- lights lot of candles, spreads rose petals on the floor and bed, dims the lights, draws you a bubble bath, sends you roses or a lunch delivery at work

Seduces you all day through texts which include “So what are you wearing? 😼” and “Wanna fuck?”

Has an extensive toy collection

He calls the act fucking but definitely adjusts to the mood/vibe depending on whether you want it slow or fast

Desperate to get you off multiple times

Won’t let himself cum until you have at least once before him

Studies your body’s reactions so he knows when you’re about to have an orgasm

Gets turned on by turning you on

LOTS of foreplay and lots of lube

Consistently asks if you’re comfortable

Likes to switch positions a lot

LOVES doggystyle because it makes him feel bigger

Is relieved when you say you’re on birth control but has condoms in his room and office just in case

Loves cumming inside you but also loves to spill his seed on your chest and see how much you milked him

Switch, but can easily adapt to whatever works in his partner dynamic

Cardinal Copia

Finishes quickly and is a little ashamed about it but is assured when you tell him it’s okay and you know he’s just so turned on by you that he couldn’t help it

Sniffs your underwear you left in his room the night before to get hard again and anticipate the next time

Nearly cums his pants just during the makeout session pre-sex

Carries a condom in his wallet

Wants you to undress him

Surprised and overjoyed if he makes you cum but often confuses your moans as orgasms even if you haven’t yet

Keeps asking “Is this okay?”

Acts like a Casanova IRL but when it’s just the two of you he gets a little shy

Not sure how to incorporate toys but is willing to try

Popia

He absolutely calls it “making love”

Has clear distinctions between just fucking and lovemaking

Absolutely loves facing one another on your sides, one leg hooked over your hip to press you up and down on his cock, so he can look you in the eyes and kiss your face

Loves missionary too

Almost more excited for foreplay and the chance to see you naked than (penetrative) sex

Whispers “I love you, I love you” while kissing your face

Switch; wants to fuck you and also get fucked

Proud if he can get you off multiple times in one session

Can sense if something is wrong or you’re uncomfortable and will stop immediately

Lowkey begging you to peg/top him since you started dating. He’s never tried it but wants you to dominate him

Enjoys cumming inside you because he’s never felt closer to another human than in that intimate moment. The first time he said he loved you was when he came inside you for the first time

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band smut #papa emeritus x reader #ghost band fanfic #copia is my husband #kinktober 2023 #terzo #copia emeritus #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus i x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus smut #the band ghost fanfiction #terzo fanfiction #terzhoe

[bupia]

13 with dew!

FLOOR SEX

“Makes me want to wreck you.”

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

(AFAB!Reader: fingering, breeding, swaring)

Available on AO3

￩ Day 1 | Day 3 ￫

"What do you want?" Dewdrop asked, his voice filled with anticipation.

"I want you," you replied, your desire evident in your eyes and voice.

"And what do you want?" he inquired further.

"I want you to fuck me," you whispered softly, the intensity of the moment building.

Dewdrop and you found yourselves on the floor, tangled in each other's embrace. He was on top of you as you two fell, his hand tantalizingly close to where you needed him the most. Yet, he continued to talk, his words creating an electrifying tension that made you ache for his touch, yearning for him even more.

"And how do you want it?" Dewdrop's voice was a seductive whisper, his eyes locked onto yours, searching for your deepest desires.

You couldn't wait any longer, your patience wearing thin. "Can you please just fuck me already?" you pleaded, your longing evident in your voice and the look in your eyes.

Dewdrop grinned mischievously. "Oh! how demanding," he teased. "Makes me want to wreck you."

You looked at him nervously, uncertainty in your eyes. You didn't know if he was truly capable of wreck you. He chuckled slightly and you watched as he gently got off from on top of you, shifting to sit on his thighs in front of you on the floor. The anticipation only grew as you both exchanged a lingering, heated gaze.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice low and filled with desire.

"Y-Yes..." you stammered, your anticipation almost overwhelming.

A wicked grin crossed Dewdrop's lips as he gazed at you. "Yes, I can see you are," he whispered, his hand moving to your ache core. "You're really wet down here, perfect."

"S-Stop teasing me, Dewy," you pleaded, your voice a mix of desire and frustration as his teasing continued, sending shivers down your spine.

"I'm not teasing you," he replied, his fingers brushing over the sensitive nub that was throbbing in need. "I'm just getting you ready for me."

His fingers slowly slid inside you, the feeling of them filling you making you moan in pleasure. He began to move them in and out of you, each thrust bringing a moan from your lips.

"Dewdrop..." you moaned, your eyes closed and your head falling back, your breath coming in short gasps.

"So tight," he murmured, his other hand now holding your tight, gently squeezing it.

Dewdrop's mouth moved over yours, his tongue invading your mouth as he kissed you deeply. You could feel his cock pressing against you, throbbing, begging for attention. You arched your back and push yourself against him. Your hands moved up to grasp it, but he stopped you.

"No touching," he said breaking the kiss, his tone firm.

"Please, Dewdrop," you begged, your hands moving to his hips. "Fuck me," you said, your voice husky with desire.

"So demanding," he teased again.

He lifted himself up, his hands gripping the sides of your thighs, pulling you towards him. You felt the head of his length pressing against your entrance, pushing into you, stretching you. Your eyes widened as he pushed deeper into you, his length filling you completely.

"Oh, yes," he groaned, burying himself all the way into you. "That feels so good."

He began to thrust into you, his movements slow but hard, his hands holding onto your legs. The feeling of his thick member stretching your entrance making you cry out in pleasure. He began to move in and out of you, his pace increasing with every thrust. His body rubbing against yours, his groin slapping against your clit.

"Dewdrop, please," you whimpered, your nails digging into his back. "Don't stop," you cried out as his body slammed against yours.

The sound of his hips slapping against yours filled the room as he moved inside you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. You could hear your own cries echoing off the walls, you moaned, biting his shoulder as he continued to pound you.

"Oh.. Fu– Sat-Ahn! Dewy," you whimpered, your voice breaking.

Your quivered with each trust, your core dripping with juices, your clit throbbing. You cried out as he thrust deep into you, your body responding to his every movement. You felt him pull away from you, his hands on your hips, then slam back into you, his member hitting your deepest parts.

"Ah-! Dewdr-Oh!" you cried out.

"You like it like that?" Dewdrop asked, a hint of lust in his voice.

"I do... I do," you admitted, your heart racing with desire.

A wicked grin graced Dewdrop's lips as he looked into your eyes. "You look so beautiful losing your innocence because of my cock."

His words made you whimper and he slammed into you again, this time he pulled out until only the head was still inside you before slamming into you again. He grunted as he buried himself deep into you.

"Dewdrop!" you screamed. "Fuck, Dewdrop!"

"Yes, moan for me!" he urged. "Fuck, you're so good. Your pussy is so wet and tight, feels so good around my cock."

His thrusts became harder, his movements more violent, his breath coming in short gasps. Your body trembling as he continued to pound into you.

"I won't last longer," Dewdrop growled, his movements becoming more erratic as he neared orgasm. "I need to cum."

"Please, please, make me cum with you," you begged.

You looked down between your legs, watching his member slide in and out of you, your walls muscles tightening around him as he neared climax.

"Cum for me, Dewdrop," you begged, your voice husky with desire.

"Yes, yes, yes," he growled. "I'm going to cum, I'm going to c-"

With a final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and exploded, his member pulsing, shooting hot jets of cum deep inside you. The sensation send you over the edge, your body convulsing with pleasure. Your body shaking as you came, your juices flowing freely from you.

"Aah-! Dewy... Yes, yes!" you purred. "Fuck!"

His movements slowing as he came, you whined as you felt him shoot his load inside you. Your eyes fluttered open as you felt Dewdrop's softening member slip from you. You lay there, naked and spent, your body covered in sweat.

His hand went to your face, tenderly removing strands of hair from your face and tucking them behind your ear. You smiled, leaning into his touch, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

"Was it good?" he asked.

"More than good, it was amazing," you replied, your voice filled with affection.

"Would you be up for another round?" Dewdrop inquired, his desire still burning bright.

"Already?" you chuckled.

He grinned mischievously. "Oh, I should have warned you that I'm never satisfied after only one round," he teased.

#kinktober #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost the band #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop smut #smut #dewdrop x reader #dewdrop ghost #sodo ghoul #sodo ghost #sodo x reader #sodomizer ghoul #sodomizer #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghoul

[emeritus-fuckers]

Day 16 of Kinktober: Size kink - Omega Ghoul

CW: nsfw. 18+ content. afab reader. reader referred to as "you". small, petite reader. omega's got a huge cock (like 19 inches bc i'm a maniac). this is pretty much physically impossible but it's fanfiction so who cares. monsterfucking. breeding. overstimulation. claws. knots. really sharp teeth. omega's in heat. period sex (reader's on their period). blood. slight blood kink. omega gets a bit possessive.

You were slowly losing track of time. You didn't know just how long Omega had you in his bed, holding your already bruising hips and slamming in and out, over and over.

There was blood all over you. From his teeth burying into your skin, marking you as his over and over. He licked the back of your neck and shoulders clean, exposing the furious red marks against your skin.

You could feel warm liquids running down your thighs. Blood from the cuts left by his claws on the outed side and your cum mixed with his on the inner side of your thighs, all three mixing under you, making a stain on the bed sheets that definitely be a pain to wash off. Then again, that wasn't your biggest concern right now.

Your biggest concern right now is roughly nineteen inches long and burried deep inside your cunt, slamming in and out, Omega's balls slapping against you over and over. Which round was it? Fifth? Sixth?

Did it even matter? You were too fucked out too care. Even though you were getting tired, and the pleasure was already almost entirely turned into pain, you wouldn't dream of making him stop. Besides, you brought this upon yourself. You figured teasing him a bit was a good idea. After all, he was always so sweet, so gentle... making him just a little bit jealous was a good idea, right?

Well... Maybe it would be, if he wasn't in heat.

Because as much as you loved him, his knot was making you question reality right now. You never really understood how he would manage to get his entire cock inside you. That huge bulge on your stomach always astounded you. It was even bigger now, with the knot. You had no idea how your pelvis was still intact, since Omega's knot was almost twice the thickness his cock usually was.

You cried out as he got yet another orgasm out of you. You didn't know anything but him at this point.

You knew his hands, with his claws piercing your skin as he held your hips, more blood flowing down your legs.

You knew his teeth, feeling them bite into your neck to claim you, growling out the word "mine" again and again, groaning and as he licked the blood off.

And of course, you knew his cock. You knew his knot, completely wrecking your insides, fucking away the pain your period was giving you and gifting you the pain of overstimulation, which you were too fucked out to feel.

And while you may not be able to walk for weeks if he keeps this up for the rest of his heat... it was definitely fucking wort it.

~

Written by Nosferatu.

Taglist: @charlie-is-a-menace @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @randodummy @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @randominstake @callmeicaro @dio-niisio @mybotanicaldemise @igodownjustlikeholymary @natoncesaid @bloodmoon-bites

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #omega ghoul #omega ghoul x reader #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls x reader #nameless ghouls #kinktober 2023 #size kink #tw: blood

[ohbo-ohno]

Hi!!! This is my first ever ask so sorry if it’s weird lol. Out of all the 141 boys, who’d you think would be most likely to sneak lactation pills into readers food in hopes of reader coming to them for help??? I can’t stop thinking about it and I need to know your thoughts too

no worries at all!!!!! i did not realize lactation pills were a thing though omg this is wild to me

here's my ranking from most to least likely: price, ghost, soap, gaz

i'll be honest, i only put soap below ghost because when i did some googling the Internet said lactation inducing medicine can take several months to work and soap does not have the patience for that lmfao

anyways price is the most likely culprit for this (imo) because that man is the walking definition of a Breeding Kink. he wants you knocked up and pregnant the moment he decides he even wants you. it's his first fucking priority. he'll start slipping you lactation supplements concerningly early in your relationship (because of the aforementioned several months) and masks the way he feels you up in the shower as horniness instead of medical curiosity lmao

also i personally don't see the appeal in drinking breast milk but John Price sure does. that man is drinking you dry, and tbh it's lowkey better if you don't actually have a baby to feed because he gets to keep all your milk for himself

ghost would do this and like 10 other things to keep you as reliant on him as possible. he just wants you to come to him for everything, and he's far from above manufacturing a reason for you to need him. and with breast milk drinking, it's just another way for him to consume you, another part of you he can literally drink down. of course he's into it. that man starts salivating the first time you complain about your tits being sore

(also ghost is totally a dominant freak but tbh there are certain versions of that man that i think have a very deeply buried mommy kink)

soap would do it just because he's a fucking freak. he sees like a singular porno with breast milk drinking and is like "I Need That Now" and starts slipping you the lactation pills. tbh he probably just gets into a routine of doing and forgets about it after a while, by the time you actually start lactating he's like "oh hell yeah" because he just completely forgot

gaz would probably suggest that you take them while you're pregnant, and he just ends up being fucking obsessed with the milk you produce. before the baby's come, it's got to go somewhere and he deems it an insult to just pump and throw it away :/ he'll lay on your chest for as long as you'll let him lmao (and maybe keep slipping the medicine to you post-baby and post-baby-being-weened)

#this ask is fun for me bc sometimes i like to write for kinks i don't enjoy just to see if i can do it lol #see: half of kinktober tbh #let me know if this is terrible so i can never do it again #john price x reader #ghost riley x reader #soap mactavish x reader #gaz garrick x reader #asks and answers #bo writes

[noahl-art]

Ghostober / Day 11 - Marking/Biting

Swiss has big chompers, Dew has very appetising tits... Things ensue 💦

Full version HERE

(This one is really just self-indulging and lazy as I had the shittiest day ever and dysphoria hit at his highest🙃)

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

[gasolineghuleh]

In The Alps

Kinktober Week 1 is starting off with a bang!

Pairing: Swiss/f!reader/Mountain Word Count: 1.6k Kinktober Prompts: Leather, high sex, DP, tail play, creampies, table sex, objectification cw worthy kinks are in bold, please mind the tags.

The curl of smoke from Swiss’ vape hits you like a semi truck, the acrid smell of marijuana mixed with the pungent sweetness of peach and mango— one of those flavoured mixes for his vape, you assume. His cock is already out and hard, one hand stroking it lazily as he watches you on your knees, patiently waiting for the cock you were promised… enticed with. Mountain lurks somewhere behind you, waiting for his turn with the vape and, no doubt, looking over your already nude body and admiring the view.

“Show me how ready you are,” Swiss comments through a heady breath from his vape, exhaling the vapor through his teeth. You watch for a moment as it moves up around his mask, your eyes trained on the curls of smoke as it drifts towards the low and earthen ceiling of the Ghoul dens. Mountain’s room is small and quiet, with a crackling fire lit along one wall, warming the room with a pleasant heat that smells of cedar. 

The room itself is occupied largely by a bed, ignored for now, and a leather covered table that’s painted into a chess board pattern. The leather is tanned and oiled well, bolted into place on the wooden table with large brass rivets that sparkle dully in the flickering firelight. A few lone chess pieces rest on the painted squares, halted in mid battle. On a shelf below the top of the table is a box, presumably holding the rest of the chess or checker pieces.. Perhaps backgammon?

“What are you thinking?” you ask, trying to make your voice sound as seductive as you feel, waiting on your knees for the next command from the two Ghouls who’ve decided to rut with you tonight— both of them are close to their heat cycles and you know you’re in for a good night… but where do you go from here? You’re already high, having been offered the vape before either of the Ghouls have a chance, and your head is swimming in the pleasant way that a perfect high gives. 

“Suck him.” Mountain moves forward finally after speaking the command, taking the vape from Swiss and bringing it to his lips as he comes to stand in front of you. His eyes meet yours through his mask and the curl of arousal in your belly starts to smolder in earnest. Mountain takes a long drag from the vape and hands it back to Swiss before he steps forward, putting his hands around your sides and lifting you easily.

Mountain swings you onto the leather coated game table, scattering some of the chess pieces and allowing you to lay down and drop your head off of the edge. Your sweat slickened skin slides along the leather surface in small bursts of effort until you’re comfortable, and your eyes meet the two Ghouls’ glowing ones. Within moments the tip of Swiss’ cock is there, tantalizingly close to your lips and just out of range of your tongue. Another silent command from Mountain and Swiss steps forward, allowing the head of his cock to slip past your already moistened lips. Swiss draws from the vape pen one more time, exhaling a long stream of smoke before tossing the device behind him, onto Mountain’s bed.

“You ready to be our little toy, yeah?” he asks, his voice low, deep from the smoke, and borderline dangerous. One of his claws comes forward to curl around your chin, drawing you closer to him with the subtle intention of scratching you. “Pliant and willing? A good little hole with legs?” Swiss’ claw slips, nicking your skin enough to draw a thin line of red. You gasp and in the same instant his hips move forward, allowing the head of his cock to bump against your lips.

“Mhm,” you manage to hum around him, already licking and lapping at the precum there. Swiss tilts his head back, sighing with pleasure and allowing his hips to rock against your face, slipping his cock deeper and deeper until you start to gag. Once you gag he pulls back slightly, smiling down at you and caressing the side of your face with a long claw in an almost pitying manner.

“Such a precious cock slut, ain’t she, Mount?” Mountain rumbles his agreement from the other end of the table, already positioning himself between your legs. They part easily, sliding across the smooth leather of the game table with no resistance— not that you were willing to offer any. Mountain’s hands slide up your thighs, digging into the muscles there gently as he opens you, the tip of his cock slipping between your folds already.

The Ghouls laugh in tandem when you wriggle your hips, the desperation for Mountain’s cock clearly written in the neediness of your motions. You pull your legs further apart, hooking your knees on the sides of the game table and lifting your hips pointedly. Another moment later and Mountain is pushing inside of you, matching the rhythm of Swiss’ cock as it slips fully into your mouth once more. The underside of his cock is smooth against your tongue, even as the ridges along the side of his cock rub against your cheeks— the same ridges on Mountain’s cock that are now pressing against your insides.

Mountain bottoms out inside of you slowly, giving you time to adjust to the feeling of fullness before he starts to move, rocking against the table with a measured rhythm. Mountain’s hands grip the sides of the table tightly, the leather creaking under his fingers and claws. In the same instant that his hips touch yours, his tail slithers along the side of your leg until the spade head finds the spot where leg turns to pelvis, love to lust, want to need. 

“You like taking both of us, pet?” Swiss asks from above you, pulling his cock from your mouth to allow you to answer. Instead of answering, though, you simply move forward in an attempt to capture his cock once more— fuck speaking, not when you’ve thought about this exact moment with your hand between your legs more times than you can reliably count. Swiss just laughs in response, acquiescing and slipping his cock back where it belongs. 

The tip of Mountain’s tail flutters perfectly against your clit and you buck against him, rolling your hips against his cock as you seek more pleasure. He obliges happily enough, fucking you in rhythm with the fluttering of his tail head. You gag on Swiss’ cock in surprise when his tail slips to your nipples, running across one of the delicate buds while it encircles your breast and squeezes. What you wouldn’t give for a ceiling mirror right now— for the opportunity to watch yourself, fucked in two holes and held in place by tails constricting and flexing. Another burst of motion from Mountain’s tail head and you cum, clenching around his cock and moaning around Swiss’. 

“One more, eh?” Swiss prompts, allowing his tail to move to your other nipple, fluttering and slapping gently. Mountain speeds his own thrusts, grunting every time his hips meet yours in a slap of skin on skin. You can feel the cresting rise of another orgasm building in your lower gut, and the rubber band of tension snaps as Mountain replaces his tail with his thumb, swiping across your clit with the measured pressure of a Ghoul determined to make his partner cum. You tip over the edge with grace, writhing underneath him as he fucks you through it.

It’s only a few more pumps from Mountain before he’s cumming as well, filling your tight cunt with his seed in bursts that align with his heart beat. He leans over you, grunting with every involuntary motion of his hips, pressing himself deeper into you. There’s a slight swelling at the base of his cock and you tense in anticipation, but he pulls back with a groan instead of rooting himself further inside of you, stumbling to his bed and sitting on it heavily.

“My turn then,” Swiss says as his hands drop to either side of your face. His claws dig slightly into the soft skin of your jaw, gripping tighter as he gets closer to his own climax. You flex your tongue against the underside of his cock, allowing it to slip into your throat with ease. Another press of his hips and he pulls out, stepping away from your seeking lips and stroking his cock swiftly with one hand. 

“Coat me, Swiss. Give me your blasphemous baptism.” You close your eyes and stretch your tongue out, waiting for it. A chest deep groan from above is your only warning before the first ropes of cum land on your face and chest. When you chance opening your eyes you can see Swiss, his head tilted back in ecstasy under his mask, fist flying across his thick shaft as he rocks up onto his toes. You watch his cock pulse one more time, a thick shot of cum dribbling down onto his fist and then rolling to the floor. 

“Fuck,” he groans, taking a few measured breaths and stepping back from the table. You roll yourself off of the table with ease, walking towards the bed and collapsing beside Mountain. He wordlessly hands you the vape, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke as he does so. “That Baptism shit was aces, you should tell that to Pops,” Swiss comments from his new position on the floor. His pants are already pulled back on, but he’s left his chest bare and you watch his muscles move as he leans forward, plucking the vape from your hands.

“You think he’d use it at mass?” There’s a small spark of hope in your belly for recognition when Swiss nods, pulling from the vape. Beside you, Mountain’s leg bumps into yours.

“More?” he asks, leaning ever closer to you. 

It’s going to be a fucking long night.

Remember to reblog! 💜

#the band ghost fanfiction #ghost bc fanfic #lorraine writes #swiss ghoul x reader #mountain ghoul x reader #the band ghost #ghouls x reader #swiss #mountain #kinktober 2023

[a-fools-circus]

Ghostober Day 6: Creampie

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

NSFW under the cut/Minors DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, Copia…don’t stop, don’t stop.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do it again.”

“...what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

Kinktober Day 2: Body Worship (Terzo x GN! Reader SMUT)

Welcome to Day 2 of Kinktober everyone! This was a request from the lovely @sodomiser thank you so much!! 🖤🖤

WARNINGS: Body Worship, GN! AFAB! Reader, fingering, face sitting, fingering in front of a mirror, biting, praise, body image issues, I think that's everything let me know if I missed any!

My Masterlist! ~ A03 Link!

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You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror, the outfit you had planned to wear to dinner not fitting you the way you wanted it to. Today was supposed to be yours and Terzo's anniversary dinner, but the longer you stared at your reflection the less excited you got. You let out a frustrated groan, turning away from the mirror when you felt tears pricking at your eyes. "Amore, I'm home. I just need to change and I'll be all set for… honey?" Terzo's voice softens immensely at the sight of you. "What's wrong tesoro?" He pulls you into his arms.

"My stupid clothes don't fit the same anymore and now I don't have anything to wear to dinner." You roll your eyes, realizing how ridiculous you sounded.

"Cara mia, you look phenomenal, what do you mean?" Terzo holds your arms out to the side, allowing his gaze to travel over your whole body. You blush, looking away from him in embarrassment. "All I can think of when I see you in this outfit is how good it's going to feel later when I get to rip it off you." He purrs. You catch sight of yourself in the mirror again.

"I don't think I really feel up for dinner tonight, my love, I'm sorry." You state solemnly. Terzo sighs, giving you a patient, comforting smile.

"That's okay tesoro, why don't we have a nice romantic evening at home so your Papa can take care of you?" He asks you softly. You nod. He stands behind you, hands running over your curves. "You know I think you're the most divine creature in the world, sí?" You shudder softly as he gently massages your breasts.

"Yes, Papa." You moan softly.

"Then why are you so harsh on yourself, Cara mia?" He meticulously removes your clothes, placing featherlike kisses to your skin the moment it's exposed to him. His strong hands roam your torso, gently caressing every curve and angle of your body. "You are a treasure, every single inch of you is perfection; body, mind, and soul." He massages your thighs, watching with delight as he notices your rigidness melt away at his loving touch. Your legs part on their own, allowing Terzo to ease his way into pleasuring you. He gently spreads open your folds with his skilled fingers, groaning at the sight of you shivering into his touch. He presses his lips just below your ear. "I want you to feel beautiful, cara mia." You stood exposed before the full length mirror, catching your lover's mismatched gaze in its reflection. You lean into him, your back pressing into the warmth of his chest. His fingers grazed over the soft skin of your stomach, the stretch marks that covered your thighs, every act of affection punctuated with an affirmation about how perfect you were. He squeezes your face in his hand, keeping your eyes locked on the image of your fully bared form. "You are absolute perfection, Tesoro." You mewl at the feeling of his lips trailing kisses down your neck. "I'm so lucky that you're all mine." He groans, the feeling of his hardened member pressing into the curve of your ass.He eased your legs apart, teasing his fingers at your entrance. "How are you feeling, tesoro?" He asks you softly. You try to lower your hips onto his fingers but he always moves them just out of reach.

"Papa, please, I want to feel you." You whined. Terzo smirks, allowing you to lower onto his fingers. You grind your hips with a broken moan. Terzo practically purrs at the sight of you already starting to lose yourself to him.

"You look so pretty using my fingers cara mia." He groans, using his free hand to palm himself through his pants. Your curse under your breath as his teeth graze over your neck. He curls his fingers, causing you to cry out as he hits that spongy part deep inside you that had you seeing stars. He takes you by the wrist, guiding your hand to the tent in his pants. “Do you see what you do to me tesoro? How worked up your Papa gets knowing that you belong to him, hm?” You whine as you rub your hand over his bulge, the feeling alone enough to have you wishing he was already inside you.

"Papa." You moan. You almost didn't recognize your own reflection that stared back at you. Your cheeks flushed with arousal as your jaw fell slack in a silent scream, the light sheen of sweat coating your skin made you glow in the room's soft lighting.

You whimper as he pulls his fingers from you, your cunt clenching around nothing at the sudden emptiness. His hands knead your hips, Terzo reveled at the way your soft flesh squished between his fingers. His hand slips into yours, gently tugging you as a signal to follow him. Terzo pulls you to him as he walks, capturing your lips in a kiss that knocks all of the air from your lungs. He guides you to your shared bedroom, instructing you to lay back on the bed. The cool, purple satin of his sheets caused you to let out a soft sigh as it met your warm, worked up body. Terzo sits at the edge of the bed for a moment, tracing a finger along your jawline. You take his hand, bringing the back of it to your lips with a soft smile, his reassurance already helping you feel the smallest bit better.

"There's that gorgeous smile." He remarks with a grin of his own, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. He leans down, kissing you tenderly. You can't help but giggle against his lips, his fingers ghosting over your skin tickling you slightly. "You look absolutely ethereal, cara." You found yourself growing flustered under his gaze. You and Terzo had been together for years, but even after all this time he always managed to fill you with the nervous excitement you experienced at the beginning of your relationship.

"I'm sorry about dinner-" he cuts you off with a quiet shush.

"There will be other fancy dinners, tesoro, other anniversaries that will come and go with time, sí?" He cards his fingers through your hair. "I want tonight to be about you. I want you to be so enthralled by your own pleasure that you'll simply have to see how beautiful you are in my eyes." He situates himself in between your legs, biting and sucking dark marks along your chest. You gasp as he grinds into you, his lips trailing along your jawline. “Such a pretty little thing you are, cara.” He chuckles at your aroused state. You tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling his mouth down to meet yours.He flipped over onto the mattress, rolling you on top of him.

“Terzo.” You giggle as he nips at your neck. You kiss the tip of his nose. “What does my pretty boy want?” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, eyeing him seductively.

“I want you to sit on my face tesoro.” He smirks at you with confidence. He knew, despite the fact you were the one in charge at the moment, being so direct would get you flustered.

“I don’t think you want it badly enough.” You tease, squealing as he grabs needily at your hips. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you against him with a growl.

“I would revoke my devotion to Satan if it were my only way to taste you.” He grabs your thighs hungrily, hoisting you further up his body. “Please amore mio, bathe me in your arousal.” He begs, beckoning you closer. You feel the sharp crescents of his nails digging into your ass, his mouth hot as it meets your soaked cunt. You scream Terzo’s name, he lets out an obscene groan as he finally gets a taste of you on his tongue. You lace your fingers into his inky black strands, moving his tongue to exactly where you needed it. Your thighs trembled on either side of his head. Terzo ate you out like you were his last meal, a mixture of your arousal and his spit dripped down his chin. His hands kneaded at every inch of your body he could reach, worshiping the flesh in his hands. The coil in your core wound tighter with every swirl of his tongue around your clit. You grind yourself against his tongue, desperately chasing your release. You sob as your climax finally snaps through you. Terzo wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding you in place so he could continue to eat you out through your climax. Tears of pleasure fell from your eyes, your whole body quivering as you struggled to stop yourself from collapsing into the pillows. Terzo helps ease you off him, nestling you into the plush bedding below.

“How cute, you already look so tired, amore.” Terzo chuckles as he caresses your cheek. “Don’t think I’m finished with you just yet.”

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October 10th

Praise Kink, Cardinal Copia x Plus Size!Reader

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Warnings: Praise kink (going both ways); hurt/comfort; age gap; mentions of poor mental health; friends to lovers; unprotected sex; body worship; fingering; fellatio; nipple play; piv sex; plus size!reader; mentions of fatphobia; this is very self-indulgent; cockwarming;

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“Please, sweetheart, open the door.” You pleaded. Your forehead rested against the front door of Cardinal Copia’s small room, your hand stroking the wood in desperation to reach your closest friend who had locked himself inside and was sobbing on the floor. You had been alerted to his distress by his only assistant ghoul, Aurora, who was struggling to gain access to his room and knew you would be the only one who had a chance in Hell at getting in. You could hear his cries of despair and each one shattered your heart a little more.

Copia was your best friend, which from the outside looking in seemed a little strange. There was a mighty age gap between you both, and you hardly worked together, but something clicked for the two of you that one random chance you met, and you both simply couldn’t stay away. Rather like a cliché, somewhere along the lines you had developed feelings for him. He was pathetic, painfully introverted and shy, but he was the goodest of eggs, the sweetest of men, and insanely smart. His childish sense of humour resonated with you, and his inappropriate jokes were just what the doctor ordered. Neither of you truly fit in at the Ministry, not in the way other Siblings or Clergy Members did. The only reason why you both stayed was because of your devotion to the church. But Copia was worse off than you were. Everyone here, especially the Siblings, very much had a high-school mentality when it came to the Cardinal - and only the Cardinal. You would often catch their looks of disgust when he walked passed them, or hear the snidest of comments when he wasn’t around. You were aware of how they treated him, and tried your best to get more people to get to know him and keep their mouths shut. But some people refused to be swayed.

You didn’t know what had him so upset, but you had a hunch. You were just praying you were wrong.

The Cardinal was unlucky when it came to love. Most people rejected him, or sneered and turned away. But there was one of the Sisters of Sin who really captured the Cardinal’s attention, and you knew he was going to make an attempt to ask her out. You just hoped that it wasn’t today.

“Copia?” You pleaded again. “Please open the door.” You knocked gently. “Let me in?”

Though the sounds of his painful sobs remained, you heard shuffling underneath that. The door unlocked, giving you the opportunity to step back so you wouldn’t crowd him in his emotional state, and waited for him to open the door to you. And when he did, he looked much worse than anticipated.

The black paint around his eyes that signified his station in the Clergy had almost completely washed away from the tears he’d shed. Instead, they were running like black streams down his long face. The black upper lip he had had also been bitten away, and smeared across his face. His moustache was somewhat damp with both his snot and some of his tears. His eyes were red and puffy, and tears were still coming out. He was, for lack of a better term, a total mess.

Without hesitation and despite him being a little taller than you, you scooped him up into a tight hug, pulling him against your soft body and letting his head fall to your shoulders. He wept uncontrollably into the crook of your neck. He gripped onto your waist as tightly as he could, as though you were going to disappear on him the second he let go. While he was still attached to you, you managed to enter his room and close the door behind you, giving him the privacy he needed. Your hands, now free moved to cradle him, stroking his salt and pepper hair and providing as much comfort as you possibly could.

You stayed like that in the entrance for quite some time, until his sobs quietened to mere hiccups and his tears had saturated your habit. It was always better for him to get his emotions out before finding out what got him into that state. Now that he’d calmed down, he would be able to answer your questions. You both moved over to his single bed and sat down together. “What happened?” You asked, handing him a tissue from his bedside table and holding his gloved hand.

“Sh-she rejected me.”

Ah, so it was the Sister…

“Oh, honey. I’m sorry. She doesn’t deserve you.” He always rolled his eyes when you told him that as if he didn’t believe you - and it usually was because he didn’t believe you.

“But she was kind about it.” He blew his nose. “She held my hands, looked me in my eyes. She apologised! She told me that any woman would be lucky to have me, but the honour wouldn’t fall to her, as flattered as she was! She hoped I would find someone better than her. Can you imagine?”

That hit like a knife to your chest. But this wasn’t about you. You had to keep reminding yourself the feelings were not mutual.

Copia continued, “I was human to her, ___. That’s what made it worse.” His face scrunched up as if he was about to start crying again and your hand gripped his tighter as if to bring him back into reality. He nodded. “Grazie. It hurts when they treat me badly, of course. But I come to expect cruelty with the rejection now. When they treat me like a rat I know what to do. B-but this?” His bottom lip quivered. “What am I to do with this?”

You switched positions a little, taking his hand in your left and wrapping your right around his body, holding him close to you in a semi-side hug. You rest your head on his shoulder and allowed your thumbs to gently caress his body. You didn’t say anything to him - you just listened. Besides, what was there to say? You weren’t even sure how to proceed with this. Usually, their cruelty meant that you could give your true feelings about them and remind him what awful people they were and that he dodged a bullet. He was able to get over the rejection within a week at most. But no bullets were dodged with this sister. She was kind to him when no one else was. She was gentle and sweet. No wonder he was having such a tough time.

He chuckled. “I am pathetic, sì? I should not cry over such things.”

“Hey,” you lifted your head to look at him, “never say that again.”

“Why? It is true. It was stupid of me to believe anyone as beautiful as she would like me back. Look at me: I am middle-aged, weedy, ugly and pathetic. How am I to find someone better than her? When most other people are worse than she is and still will not even look at me without disdain. Perhaps it would be best if I were not here.”

“It’s not true. You’re not pathetic. You’re not any of the things anyone says about you. Copia, look at me.” His eyes remained on the ground in refusal. “Please look at me.” He wasn’t emotionally capable of looking at you, but he needed to in order for you to get your point across. In desperation, you got on your knees on the floor in front of him and placed your hands on his thighs, unthinking in your movements. Your habit, much longer than usual due to the cold, spread out regally across the floor and encircled you. Copia looked at you now, but his eyes were a little wider than normal.

“You listen to me, you are wonderful,” you grabbed his gloved hands and held them tightly, “smart, and incredibly beautiful. You may not be everyone’s cup of tea, Copia, but you will be someone’s. I appreciate you so much, and I’m so fucking thankful that you are here. I’m so grateful that I have a friend as good as you every day. I thank Satan every time I pray for bringing you into my life. I love you.”

Perhaps your confession wasn’t said with as much honesty as you wanted it to be. The amount of love you felt for him played down by your fear of losing him. But the eye contact and the position you were in must have reached him. You must have.

His hand untangled itself from yours and cupped your cheek, his mismatched and teary eyes looking at yours. “Grazie, schricchio. This foolish old man does not deserve you.”

Your hand moved to his wrist and gripped on, once again allowing your thumbs to caress the back of his hand. “Yes, you do. I wish you could see yourself as I see you: how perfectly wonderful you are even with any flaws you have. There are fewer flaws than you think. Society is the one with the problem, not you.”

This was something you knew all too well being much bigger than the average woman in the Ministry. Even in a Satanic church where everything was meant to be the polar opposite of the Catholic church, you still found prejudice amongst your Siblings. You weren’t held in quite so much disdain as “the Creepy Cardinal”, but you knew all about how inhumanely Copia was treated because you had experienced yourself on many occasions. The over-sexualisation of your body while also having people call you disgusting and cruel names. Not having men look you in the eye when they had a conversation with you lest they be scruitinised by their peers. The way that Siblings would avoid performing rituals with you for the very same reason. The few friends you made, the comments that were thrown your way. ‘You’d be so much prettier if you lost that weight.’ ‘It’s unhealthy to be your size.’ The constant beration and bullying; it was so much to experience on a daily basis. Copia became your safe haven, your quiet and comforting place. He was always appreciative of you, loved to see you, spend time with you. He, unlike some of your previous friends and lovers, was unashamed to be seen with you in public. And all of this was because he knew what it was like firsthand to be on the edge of society and treated like dog shit. And every time you saw him defeated, it smashed a piece of your soul.

Copia, by this point, had stopped crying and all that remained were little sad sniffles, but his mismatched eyes never left yours. “You are too good to me, schricchio.” He gave you a faint smile, as if to imply he was playing. But there was too much seriousness in his voice to be anywhere near a jest.

“You deserve the world and more.” You kissed the palm of his hand where it was still resting on your cheek. “I’m sorry other people don’t think the same.”

“Perhaps when the Sister was telling me there is someone better than her, she was talking about you? I always have you at my side to give me strength when I need it. If we were not in the Devil’s church, I’d think you an angel.”

“Shut up.”

“No, it is true. Your Cardinal wouldn’t lie to you, no?”

“It depends - he may have an ulterior motive. Like getting me to stop talking so he can continue his self-loathing in peace.”

Copia chuckled, “She is too smart for her own good.” His eyes remained watery but gentle. “Grazie, schricchio. It seems the world treats us both poorly.” He leant down and gave you a kiss on your forehead, something he usually saved for your lowest days. There was something different about the way this kiss felt, though - something peculiar in the way he let his lips linger a little longer than usual. The way he didn’t move back right away, instead resting his forehead on yours. You opened your own eyes to see that his were still closed. Despite the way his makeup ran, you still thought he was so, insanely handsome.

“Come on, Cardinal, let’s get you cleaned up.”

You took his hand and led him to the bathroom, placing him on the closed lidded toilet and ordering him to close his eyes. You went in with a cleanser, the exact balm you recommended him to use and gently rubbed it over his face, melting away his makeup and sadness. This was incredibly intimate for best friends, you were both well aware of it, but there was something necessary about it especially when you were both so emotionally wounded. Like the forehead kisses, this was reserved only for the days when you both felt the most broken and needed connection. It had become one of your favourite things to do with him, because it truly allowed you to study his features without being seen as creepy or weird. His large nose, his pink lips, the light brown of his eyebrows that was always hidden beneath the darkest of panda eyes. His forehead creases and deep-set laughter lines that showed despite his trauma, he still found a way to smile. His quirky little moustache that was taken directly out of an 80s porno, complete with bushman sideburns that on anyone else would look ridiculous, but it suited him indubitably. He very much had the same features as the little rats he adored, along with his skin beginning to show his age. These were all things that made him uniquely Copia, and all of the things you fell in love with aside from his personality.

Of course, when you had him like this, it was also customary to play with him a little even if it was just to coax a small smile out of him. You placed a washcloth, warm and wet from the water over his face and left it there, announcing “done”, when you’d let go. He’d berate you back, telling you this was the worst spa he’d ever been to and that he’d never return, but once he’d washed away the grease and the grime of the day, he looked at you with a very pink, but very clean face. “Ta-da!”

“Handsome as always.”

He placed his hand on your cheek once more. “Grazie, schricchio.”

You leant into his touch, savouring the feeling of it but wishing you could get closer. Wordlessly, you took his hand in yours and began removing his gloves. Gently pulling each finger so that the whole thing would be removed easier. Once both gloves were off, you took his hand and put it back on your cheek, wrapping your own around it and enjoying the feel of his soft flesh against your own.

Copia, mustering all the confidence he didn’t think he had, brought your face closer to his once more, his breath tickling your lips. It was almost as if he was expecting you to pull away, like he was giving you the option to, but once it had been made apparent you were going to stay in your position, he finally closed the gap. Your heart leapt out of your chest when his lips made contact with yours - the touch was light and barely there, filled entirely with the fear that you might jump back in disgust and chide him for his actions. But he’d opened up the floodgates now, and there was no stopping either of you.

From that moment on, your kisses increased in desperation. He poured out the trauma of the past three hours, you draining your years of unrequited love into the heavy breaths and connection, the intensity increasing the longer you spent joined together. His hands came to your soft waist, and pulled you impossibly close to him, leaving not a scrap of room for a sheet of paper to be wedged in between you. Your own hands travelled to his hair, gripping on the roots for purchase and to keep yourself grounded as best as you could. Whimpers and moans left the both of you when your tongues were brought in to dance. He pushed you against the bathroom counter, pinning you against it and tightening his grip. He pulled away from your lips, but only a little. When he spoke, you could still feel his lips brushing against yours. “T-tell me to stop and I will.” He told you, his breath heavy and his voice barely above a whisper. “But you have to tell me now, amore mio, because once I start, I will never be able to stop. I’ll want you for eternity after tonight. Even in our deaths my soul will search for yours relentlessly. Do you want me to stop?”

“No. I need this. I need you.”

He wasted no more time in connecting his lips to yours once more, this time with more fervour and passion than you ever thought possible. The way he crowded you onto the bathroom cabinet had you lifting yourself up onto it, spreading your legs for him to slot in between them. His lips moved from yours, and he placed chaste kisses along your jawline to your neck, making you giggle a little at the feel of his moustache tickling you. Even though it was a jerk reaction, it still felt incredibly good. His hand moved up your skirts, gliding along your tights and reaching the waistband, pulling them and your panties down with the utmost gentility despite his ever growing desire for you. Your very core now exposed to him, but you felt no embarrassment, no shame, no shyness. The hand that was under your skirts now moved to your vulva and you felt his index finger running through the wetness of your folds. You gasped when he began to play with your clit.

Simultaneously, his mouth nibbled at your ear in between his words. “I never believed I could have you. Never did I think this could happen. I have waited for you for so long now, amore mio. You are everything to me. You are the whole world and everything in it, my reason for living.” He slipped his middle and ring finger inside of you, tapping upwards immediately and hitting that sweet spot over and over again. His fingers had you whimpering. “You are the brightness of the sun and my reason for waking in the morning. You are the calm of the moon and the reason for my serenity. Venus herself is in envy and awe of your beauty. Nothing of this world, of the human mind, could ever come close to your radiance.”

“Copia!”

His words caused an extra fluttering in your stomach when he spoke them, coupled with the feeling of his fingers deep inside you, his thumb working your clit alongside the two that were working invisibly had your entire body shuddering. Your nipples stood erect inside your bra, nudged sometimes by the movement of his body and giving you that extra feeling of overwhelming pleasure. Your mind was numb, filled with nothing but Copia. The low timbre of his voice in your ear, the smell of his cologne, his soft jawline against your cheek. He was everywhere all at once overwhelming you and bathing you in him. “Bene mio.” My happiness. His lips found yours again, his tongue begging for entrance to your mouth as he kissed you feverishly. His fingers working in tandem to bring you over the edge. When you fell, you fell hard. Your toes curling, your eyes seeing white, your breath escaping your body. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he worked you through it, muttering more unintelligible words into your skin that your ears couldn’t understand. Your body felt them though, and came alive at the touch. “Sono innamorato di te.” He told you. He was desperately, undeniably, helplessly in love with you.

You clasped onto his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. His hands, sodden with your cum moved towards your lips once the kiss had finished and you sucked on his fingers, cleaning yourself off of them and earning a gutteral groan in the process. Copia’s cock stood erect in the tightness of his jeans beneath his cassock, barely protruding through the thick material. It was time to show him some mercy and love too. “My beautiful Copia. The kindest man I’ve ever known.” With your own lips attached to the crook of his neck, you began undressing him, sliding his cassock off his shoulders and dropping it unceremoniously to the floor. “You are my reason for living, too. I should have told you sooner but I was too afraid of losing you.” Your hands flew to the waistband of his pants and untied them.

“You could never lose me, amore mio.”

“I know that now. But I didn’t ever want to live a life without you, however small the possibility.” You slipped down off the counter and got on your knees in front of him, the earlier image replaying in Copia’s mind. His hand immediately flew to your hair but his grip tightened when you released his cock from his jeans and gave him a tentative stroke. “I love everything about you,” you licked from base to tip, “your voice,” another lick, “your body,” another, “your brain.” You swirled your tongue around the head, touching repeatedly over his frenulum causing him to hiss. You focused mainly on the head, your own experiences telling you that was generally the most sensitive part, and Copia’s voice and actions confirming. Though his hand was on your head, it was only to keep him cognizant. He wasn’t forcing you to take him deeper like your previous lovers, nor did he guide you at all. You looked up at him through your lashes and saw that his eyes were tight shut. “Look at me, Copia. Watch me on my knees for you, worship you.”

“Amore, I can’t. I will cum too quickly.”

You licked his tip once more. “That’s okay.”

“It’s not. There are more things I wish to do with you tonight.”

His precum was beading at the tip again, and you used your hands to squeeze it into your mouth. Copia watched and pulled completely away from you, almost finishing at the sight of it. “No. Let me take you to bed. If you stay down there a moment longer, I’ll ruin it.”

You stood and kissed him. “You could never.”

He grabbed your hand and took you back into the bedroom, taking the opportunity once you’d arrived to stand and unbutton your habit from behind you. His hands roamed and groped your body as they worked at removing your clothes. He traced every curve he could find, every dip, every bump. When your skin was on display he did the same thing, learning about your body and mapping it out. Your bra was removed quickly so he could admire your breasts and play with your nipples. All the while his lips licked and sucked on your neck, decorating the pristine skin with his marks. He wanted to show the world what he’d done to you, like he was an artist proud of his work. “On the bed, amore mio.” He instructed. You did as he asked and lay on your back, watching him remove his jeans and underwear. All clothes were discarded carelessly on the ground. He had more pressing matters to attend to.

He clambered onto the bed, hovering above your legs. He took his time, tracing his lips from your shins, your thick thighs, your pubic mound, your stomach. He took his time over your nipples, giving them both the proper attention they deserved before he moved up to your neck and finally your lips. He kissed you deeply, passionately, his hands grasping onto your plump hips as his dick needily rubbed against your clit.

No words were exchanged when you felt his cock enter you, stretching you out obscenely to the point where you felt like you’d burst. You broke the kiss, your eyes squeezing tightly shut and your mouth opening in a silent scream. Your entire body felt electrified - your hairs standing on end. Just being cloaked in him, pinned beneath him had you seeing stars, but now he was entering you - finally. He felt incredible, he was incredible.

“No, amore,” you heard him say when he was halfway inside you, his fingers came to caress your cheek once more, “look into my eyes. Look at me while I stretch you.” You obeyed, your eyes locking onto his mismatched ones. Only when he had your complete attention did he continue sinking into you. “Brava ragazza. Take it all like a good girl. Cazzo! So fucking tight.”

You were constricting around him making it damn near impossible for him to breathe. You couldn’t breathe either. “You’re so b-big!” You told him, trying to fight to speak.

He reached the hilt and stayed still, giving you the opportunity to pepper kisses all over his face in your need to be close to him again. Both of your hands were clasped to his cheeks as your lips roamed, yet somehow he still felt too far away. “Sathanas - I can’t move.”

You giggled. “Take your time, my love. You’ve filled me so much, it feels so good.”

He jerked his hips forward. “Merda! Don’t do that. I’m trying not to finish.” There was a big smile on his face as he said it though.

You placed his hand on the bottom of your stomach. “It’s like I can feel you here. You’re so deep.”

His hips moved on their own accord again, but this time he didn’t stop them. His thrusts were shallow and tentative at first, but the more confident he became, the more intense he moved. All of his thrusts hit your cervix causing you to involuntarily cry out each time. He was so deep, filling you in a way you knew you’d become obsessed with. One of your hands was resting near your head, and Copia took the opportunity to grab it and interlock your fingers together. “You’re doing such a good job, my love.” Your voice was breathy as you spoke, so worn out you hardly recognised it. The praise caused Copia to startle forwards and really slam into you. It felt divine. “Copia! Fuck! Do that again.”

“This?” He pulled all the way out and slammed back in.

“Yes! Fuck!”

He did it again.

And again.

And again.

Hitting that spot at the front of your cervix so well. “This is what you wanted, right?” He asked, repeating that motion. Your hand flew down to your clit, your middle finger working away at it quickly in the feral need you had to cum around his cock. He sat back onto his knees to gain more leverage, taking in the sight of you touching yourself while speared on his dick. Every time he entered you, your entire body jiggled with the force. He couldn’t help the noise he made when he saw you for the first time, spread out, pliant and ricocheting off his every move. “Sei così bagnata! You’re so wet. You feel so fucking good!”

“Don’t stop! Please, Copia! Don’t stop!”

“You like that?”

“I’m gonna cum so fucking hard. Please!”

“Vieni per me, amore.” Cum for me, love.

At his request, you shattered. Your back arched off the bed. Somehow your nails found his thigh and scratched down it in an attempt to grasp onto the bedsheets. This, in turn, caused Copia to thrust forward again intensifying the feeling. “I got you. That’s it. Such a good girl for me.”

“Fucking hell!” You finally gasped when you came down from your high. You were lightheaded and it felt like the room was spinning, but your body was on fire. Copia had stopped moving to make sure you were okay. He leant forward and placed another kiss to your forehead before resting his against yours once more. This time he looked directly into your eyes. “Hi.” You whispered, grinning like a lovesick fool.

“Hi.” He copied you.

“Did you-?”

“Not yet, amore mio.”

“Will you cum for me, my love?”

“Are you okay to continue?”

“Of course.”

He nodded and began thrusting again. His movements were deliberately gentle after the intensity of your orgasm but with some reassurance that you were okay, he picked up the pace again. This time he was focusing on his own pleasure, wanting to end your sensitivity and finish quickly. But it seemed like he was too in his head. “You fill me so good, Copia.” You told him. “No one has ever made me feel like this before.”

“N-no?”

“You’re the only one who made me cum. I came so fucking hard because of you. You made me feel incredible.”

“Cazzo!”

“Such a good boy for me.”

“I’m gonna cum! Gonna cum! C-can I cum inside? Please!”

“Cum inside me. Let it all out, sweetheart. That’s it.”

With the final thrust, he emptied himself inside you, painting your walls with his seed. His cock was still buried so deep inside you but his orgasm made him try and get deeper. His head fell onto your chest when he collapsed onto you, a sweaty, exhausted mess but so blissfully fucked out. Your hands immediately went to his hair, stroking through his locks and providing him extra comfort after all the exertion. He tried to pull out of you once he realised the position, but you stopped him from moving, instead turning his head up and kissing him again. Your kisses were short but many, passionate but sleepy. “My Cardinal,” you muttered, “My Copia. I love you.”

“I love you.” He told you. “I always will.”

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

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[bloodsuckingfiends]

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.

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[ghulehunknown]

Papa Headcanons! 💋🫂

Day 13 of KINKTOBER is here! 🎃

**RATED PG-13, borderline NSFW**

My headcanons of making out and cuddling with the Papas

Primo

Talks very sweetly; lots of cute but old-fashioned pet names

Lets you rest your head on his chest

Doesn’t use tongue unless you initiate

Big spoon, holds you gently

Serene for the most part, but abruptly interrupted by his coughing fits ):

Always falls asleep before you, usually mid-kiss or mid-cuddle

Secondo

Holds your head very firmly in his hands while kissing you

Slips in tongue

Plants kisses on your neck

Takes control but wants to be on the bottom while cuddling so you’re laying on his chest otherwise he’s big spoon

Holds you protectively, rubs your back soothingly and runs his hands through your hair

Gives massages

Terzo

Sticks his tongue down your throat and goes straight to your pants but complies when you ask just for kisses and cuddles

Presses his body against yours

You can always feel his erection through his pants, purposefully on his part

Kisses like he hasn’t seen you in years

His phone keeps going off

He doesn’t care if he’s big or little spoon

Leaves hickeys and bite marks

Cardinal Copia

Nervous and sweaty

His mustache tickles your face

You can always feel his erection through his pants, accidentally on his part

Usually one of his rats will crawl on you if you stay still too long while cuddling

Wraps all his limbs around you while snuggling as if he’s afraid you’ll fall off the bed or escape

Likes to be little spoon

Popia

Starts with a sweet little peck on your cheek

Usually ends with his hands around your waist and feeling you up, but it’s a slow build up to that

Holds your chin in his hand and kisses your nose

Tells you what his every next move is so you know what to expect

Tells you about his day/asks you about yours

Adjusts his position if he senses you are uncomfy or smushed

Nihil (for shits and giggles)

Sneezes and sharts himself

You run away because it smells

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[bupia]

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.

#kinktober #ghost band #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost the band #swiss x reader #swiss ghoul x reader #swiss #swiss ghoul #swiss ghost #swiss smut #smut #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul smut

[emeritus-fuckers]

Day 7 of Kinktober: Marking - Ifrit Ghoul

CW: nsfw. 18+ content. afab fem leaning reader. biting. p in v sex. slight possessiveness. no mention of ifrit's tits (tragically). oral sex (f receiving).

You knew you fucked up when you heard the Fire ghoul growl upon returning to your shared room that night.

Ifrit was an excitable ghoul. He was overall a dork. Adorably sweet.

Until you tested out the new Sisters of Sin uniform. More exposed breasts, shorter skirt... incredibly flattering to your body.

You’d been getting comments all day, from all levels and creatures of the Abbey. And Ifrit had been watching all day. Which is why as soon as you walked near the ghoul dens, you were dragged into a certain Fire ghoul’s room. A jealous growl escaping the hellbeast, tail wagging quickly in excitement at all the exposed skin.

“Ifrit!” You managed to squeak out, eyes widening as he reached under your skirt and shredded your panties off. Dragging you to the bed while quickly removing his uniform.

“Strutting around like that all day... driving me crazy... letting people see you... fuck, I’ve been waiting to make sure people know who you come back to at night.”

You yelped as he tore the rest of your clothes off, barely able to remember what words you were going to use to try and calm him down as sharp teeth sunk into your shoulder. The ghoul pushing you onto the bed before getting on his knees. Biting into your thigh, tail wagging like an excited puppy. Trailing the bites towards your soaked cunt.

Hickeys and bites pausing as he took a few minutes to lick up the taste of your arousal. Sucking roughly on your clit to hear you scream for more. Usually sweet...

But feeling rather possessive today.

He soon lost patience, standing up and slamming into you as he worked on leaving hickeys and bites all over your neck and chest. Fucking you through at least four orgasms as he marked your skin as his.

Eventually pulling out to pin you in a mating press, leaving more evidence of his presence.

A bite on the ass for good measure after he pulled out once worn out.

Tail still wagging like crazy.

~

Written by Death. Edited by Nosferatu.

Taglist: @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @callmeicaro @thecuriouss @dio-niisio @ethereal-maniac @mybotanicaldemise @igodownjustlikeholymary @natoncesaid @bloodmoon-bites

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