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"no money? no problem" - female reader x swiss oneshot

context: swiss and all the other ghouls (current and previous) live down in hell, after being retired (not cuz they were too old, just for it to make sense) from performing. papa v is on tour with new ghouls back in the mortal realm and the other papas, i, ii, iii (not copia cuz hes frater imperator who works on keeping things together in the ministry back on earth) also live there. including nihil, who is like the boss of that district in hell they live in.

well you are a normal human, who, through some supernatural circumstances (maybe one of the papas originally fell for you after seeing you in some vision) alive, but in hell. given a luxurious guesthouse to live in. but do things really go as smoothly as they should?

also swiss has a bar. but youll see.

smut: 4.5/5

detail: 4/5

NSFW

words: ~2.2k

i dont know how long ive been drinking at this bar. all i remember is having a fight with terzo over something stupid like spaghetti. and now im here. at "the crusty crap". what a fun name.

i like swiss. he doesnt ask questions as to why me or any of the others are here at his bar drinking ourselves to death. but he also makes sure we dont actually get hurt.

he refuses to serve me anything stronger than beer. so ive had a couple of those. enough to get me drunk. but not stupid.

i look at swiss behind the bar. he moves quickly, and he moves like he knows exactly what hes doing.

i look at his hands. veins are protruding his skin like roots of a tree. they stretch out to his muscular forearms, and probably go further than what i can see because hes wearing a shirt. what a dumb thought. of course hes wearing a shirt. black, button up, but the sleeves are scrunched up, really pulling my focus to those hands.

his dark skin is covered in tattoos and scars. scars that look like they could tell a story. he does. he tells a story. but in a language i dont understand. in a language only he can see. and he sees me telling my story. somehow. maybe through my eyes. he knows. and i can tell he knows.

i look back at his hands. observing the way he dries a few glasses with a cloth closely, like ive never seen anyone do that. suddenly i imagine it. just for a split second. what his hands woud look and feel like around my neck.

he looks at me. his dark, hooded eyes covered by his black, messy hair. he looks like he heard my thoughts.

he couldnt. right?

i realize im the only person ledt at the bar, its late and its cold outside. and i should go. before i do anything ill regret.

"well- thanks for everything- ive gotta go." i say and get up from the barstool. but i forget to grab my keys.

"arent you forgetting something?" he frowns, his voice low and warm.

"oh right. thanks." i say, picking up the keys to the guesthouse.

"no. not that."

i give him a confused and half drunk smile.

"you have to pay." he says flatly.

shit.

when i came to the bar i didnt exactly plan on leaving alone. i hoped someone i knew would show up or that id get to know someone. i dont own any of that hell money.

i look at my phone but its dead. and i also dont have any credit card that works down here.

"cant i do that- next time, maybe?" i chuckle nervously as his expression darkens.

"hell no. i know you and all your tricks. all of you pretty ones are the same." he snarls and puts the glasses into a shelf calmly like he knows i cant run.

but i try anyways. i dart towards the door and crash into it because its locked.

"fuck!" i hiss, the handle rattling as i try to open it.

"you cant run. you know that." he chuckles. dark, like some evil sexy villain in one of those evil sexy villan movies.

then i hear his footsteps coming closer. not hurried, but confident.

"im being very generous with my patience tonight." swiss says, now way closer, looming over me. "but generosity has its limits."

"it was three beers." i sigh.

"four, actually."

shit.

"ill help clean- ill work- i swear, ill get terzo or secondo tomorrow they can pay- but you know i dont know how hell works!" i protest.

"no." he says with such casualty. "youll pay now. one way, or another."

i see this flash in his eyes. ive seen it a thousand times in other men. this hunger. and its not the one you get when you want food.

"dont make me come get you." he says, stepping closer, an amused smile tugging at his lips.

"you wouldnt-"

but he gives me a look that says: "i want to."

i run. i run away. i duck past him and run past the counter to a door that hopefully isnt locked. and it isnt. i kick it open and it leads to a long, neon lit corridor. i run. but im not really trying to get away and he knows that too.

im waiting. im wanting.

i can hear him coming closer again, a bit faster this time.

i see another small, metal door. i open it and slip inside. im barely able to close it on time, hes already there, hand on the door from the outside, still i manage to close it and try to pull the handle upwards so he cant open it.

"bad choice, baby." he growls from outside.

i cant deny but feel that that chase and his words send shivers down my spine and heat between my legs.

i let go off the handle without even thinking straight. i back against the wall of the small, dimmly lit room and watch the door open. not in fear.

he steps inside, closing the door behind him with a faint click.

"im sorry- i know i cant run-" i whisper.

"yet- you ran. and you wanted me to chase you." he murmurs, his hand hitting the wall right next to my head. not touching me. not yet.

i cant lie. not to him. so i say nothing.

he leans in, his mouth brushing my ear. i feel the cold metal of his piercings, but also the heat radiating off his skin, as he says: "you have no money. but ill still take payment." with a smirk.

he pulls away again only to face me. the space between us growing smaller, i feel my heart beat so loud he can probably hear it. i feel his hot breath on my face. it smells faintly of beer.

hes just there. inches between us. hes looking at me. and hes enjoying how scared and flustered i am at the same time.

then he finally kisses me. hungry. thirsty. horny. as our lips collide, sloppy, open mouthed, i kiss him back and give him everything ive got.

one of his hands travels to my waist, the other to the back of my head, like he cant decide what part of me he wants to touch first. his fingers curl into my hair and i feel his long fangs brushing against my lips as we keep kissing.

then he bites me. it hurts. but hes not doing it hard enough to actually hurt me. but its a reminder. who he is. and what he is. and its also hard enough to make me gasp. he swallows the sound, a low purr escaping his throat.

that does the trick, not only am i wet as fuck, i also want more. i yank him closer to me by grabbing the collar of his shirt, which doesnt seem to surprise him. but he likes it.

his mouth drags down to my jaw and then my throat, up to my collarbone. my shirt is in the way, so i take it off.

he looks at me for a second, a smirk full of sin on his face. then he keeps kissing me, hands wandering to my tits as he does. his claws pulsing with warmth and lascivity. as he gently starts to massage my tits, i moan into his mouth, which he enjoys, clearly. i can tell he does because im pressed so close to him i can feel his hard cock in his pants.

with one swift movement my bra is gone too and hes biting into the curve between my neck and shoulder, his hands still on my bare chest.

then i have enough. i break the kiss and i take off the rest of my clothes.

"thought youd never." he snarls and does the same, in record time.

hes huge. like. i knew ghouls had bigger cocks than humans. but still. even for a ghoul.

he spits on it, creating enough lubricant which he wouldnt have needed anyways because of how wet i already am.

for a second i catch myself worrying about wether hed even fit. then hes already grabbing me, aligning himself and thrusting himself right inside of me.

my body shudders, my hands claw at his muscular back and i let out a moan so loud, i almost feel embarrassed.

"oh youre so fucking tight-" he growls and starts thrusting.

my cunt being stretched out to what i believe is the maximum, he slams me into the wall with each thrust. my legs strattling his hips, i try my best not to sound like im literally dying.

his thrusts grow deeper and stronger every second and i start sobbing like a damn child. not because it hurts. but because of how huge he is and how good he feels.

he drives me closer into the cold steel wall. the sounds of my moans and wet skin against skin fill the room.

"swiss- im gonna-" i sob, close to combustion.

"you gonna come for me, baby?" he growls, low and gutteral which makes it even harder for me to contain myself.

"dont hold back." he rasps.

i oblige. i release everything. everything ive felt for him since ive met him. white heat spills all over his huge cock and i let out the loudest moan yet.

"good girl." he snarls and keeps thrusting, sliding me up and down the wall a bit, leaving skid marks on my back.

"i know you got more." he growls. and hes right.

it doesnt take long until i cum onto him once more, this time with him letting out a satisfied, low purr.

"are you- a- a- fuckin- cat?" i try to say but his thrusts are so deep i swear i can feel him in my throat cutting off my oxygen.

"who knows-" is the last words he growls before i feel myself getting filled with the next generation of ghouls, as he lets out another purr, just way longer this time.

he presses me so close to him, i can feel his chest vibrating with the sound.

my eyes roll back and i see white as he goes in for what i by now hope is his climax as it literally feels like hes already gotten past my cervix.

"you like being my fucking t-toy- dont you?" he growls again, but lower and quieter this time like hes running out of breath.

"yes!" i sob.

"good. because i assume- you wont- get a job down here- so no money." he snarls, finally slowing down.

as he pulls out gently like i could shatter (i probably could), i flinch from the sudden emptiness between my legs and the cold from that weird grimey room that were in, inside my cunt

i sink to the floor, still panting, while he puts his pants back on like nothing happened.

after hes fully dressed, he helps me get back into my clothes and then gently scoops me up, carrying me to his apartment above the bar and puts me in his bed.

i fall asleep against his chest, while he smokes a cigarette and then also goes to sleep.

#swiss ghoul #swiss ghost #swissarmy #ghost bc #shitghosting #ghost #nameless ghouls #my fic #ghost band smut #smut

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"everything is louder at midnight" - female reader x tempest oneshot

context: tempest and all the other ghouls (current and previous) live down in hell, after being retired (not cuz they were too old, just for it to make sense) from performing. papa v is on tour with new ghouls back in the mortal realm and the other papas, i, ii, iii (not copia cuz hes frater imperator who works on keeping things together in the ministry back on earth) also live there. including nihil, who is like the boss of that district in hell they live in.

NSFW !

NOTE: this is not the first story like this that ive written, but it is the first one ill be posting anywhere so dont expect anything good lol. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is appreciated. happy reading.

also bro english is hard. it aint my first language.

word count: 1.9k

smut: 4/5

detail: 4/5

gayness: 5/5

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secondo is such a prick. first he makes me feel like everything that happened was my fault. then he kicks me out? what the fuck. that fucking bastard will know what hes done when he sees me with my throat slit in that goddamn guesthouse. no. not even god can help me down here.

and he isnt even that attractive. he just has a mildly entertaining mouth and a huge cock. not exactly what i want at the moment.

and yet, im standing outside his villa in the middle of the night like a kicked puppy. well i am a kicked puppy. i got kicked out.

eventually i get bored of standing infront of the luxurious entrace he just had me "removed" out of by two not so nice demon guards and leave. i walk down the dark stone stairs, looking at the city below me. no one told me what that city was called. id call it hells los angeles. just because it reminded me of the movie lala land.

i keep walking although i dont know where im going. i look to the left. the guesthouse they gave me is right there. but its cold. its empty. its lonely.

i look down at the city again. millions of lights flickering through the darkness. millions of demons, ghouls and sinners having dinner.

i look at what i remember to be swiss bar. a drink would probably help now. but i wouldnt want to be burden.

i know cirrus and cumulus live nextdoor to him. but same thing with them. i cant be even more of a burden.

i know sodo lives somewhere in that city, but hes probably out either at swiss bar, or with swiss at another bar. same with phantom. same with mountain.

rain is probably already asleep and then there is just a few ghouls left, all ones where im not sure where they live.

secondo probably already told primo and terzo "what i did" so i cant appear at any of their palaces either.

but theres one that i havent thought of. one specific ghoulette. who fucking hates me.

i dont care.

twenty minutes later im standing infront of tempests door. or the door to what i hope is her apartment complex.

i ring the doorbell that has her name on it, begging that shes home.

the night is cold and all im wearing is a tshirt i stole from cirrus, some shorts and my shoes. the wind drives cold shivers down my spine as i hear footsteps and lights are turned on in the hallway.

the door swings open.

tempest. so fucking hot. so fucking beautiful. i couldve kissed her right there.

her deep, black eyes with those purple disks inside, fixated on mine. her dark, wavy hair flowing down to her hips like shes some ancient goddess. and maybe she is.

shes wearing a short, black, silky dress as of its her nightgown. which makes sense. because its night.

she has a wineglass in one hand, her phone in the other. her nails are freshly painted and still smell faintly of polish. pitch black. perfectly contrasting her grey, washed out skin.

her lips are curled into a frown and she inhales deeply as if it hurts her to see me.

"what do you want, human?" she asks, a slight aggressive tone laying in her voice.

the way she says human breaks something inside me. but i ignore it. because she asked me a very good question. what do i want?

well. seeing her like that makes me think i want her. but thats something i cant have.

"i-" i break off and look at the floor. then i chose to just say it. the reason im there in the first place. "secondo kicked me out."

and i wish i could just dissapear. and still, i look back up at her.

her expression softens a bit. it seems she doesnt want to fight. good. me neither.

"you expect me to let you stay." she frowns.

"yes- i mean- no- but it would be very kind if you could." i stutter.

she seems to enjoy me awkwardly standing there, making a total fool out of myself just for a place to sleep at. to be fair, who wouldnt. i am pathetic.

"hm." she just says and looks at her phone, checking the time. its 10:40 p.m.

"please?" i ask, almost beg.

"fine. but you leave first thing tomorrow." she sighs and waves at me to come inside.

we walk up the stairs, i walk behind her and cant ignore the fact that she is a legitimate hourglass. fuck.

she unlocks the door with a silver key attached to her necklace and lets me inside her apartment.

its warm, but not too warm. it smells of incense, smoke and cedar wood. its not small either. for an apartment its actually pretty big. theres a big, open livingroom with a small couch and tv, a large, silver pole, which is probably what she spends her freetime on, a table and next to it is a kitchen. then there is two doors. one that probably leads to a bathroom and the other one a bedroom. which is where she takes me.

that confuses me a bit. why her room. wouldnt she normally make me sleep on the floor, or on the couch.

her room is only dimmly lit. her eyes glow in the dark. they look beautiful. like little purple opals that i just want to put inside my pocket and keep all to myself.

the only light sources are some candles all around the room.

her bed is huge, black, thin, silky looking sheets, and a black kind of light canopy ontop.

"take off your shoes." she snarls, as if i shouldve thought of that. i probably shouldve.

i do. and i leave them outside the room.

she walks past me, her shoulder brushing mine, sending shudders down my spine that arent coming from the cold. she puts the wineglass down after taking one last sip.

"youre freezing." she points out.

i dont answer. i wouldnt know what to say.

"sit down before you collapse because i will not be the one scratching you off the floor. thats for sure." she says, pointing at the bed.

the soft looking sheets are calling my name. but so is she. well her body. her eyes. her everything.

i oblige and sit down. the bed does feel as soft and silky as i imagined.

she sits down next to me, making my heart rate increase drastically.

she seems to feel it.

and then she actually goes to feel it, touching my chest, like im some sick child.

"are you always this jumpy?" she asks, her voice low but teasing.

i just shrug. i dont know what to say.

then she runs her fingers across the inside of my thigh, very far up, because my shorts are very short. "you still gonna cry about secondo?" she pauses and faces me, violet eyes stinging into my soul with what i interpret as lust. "because hes not the one touching you now."

i just shake my head. to stunned and too scared to mess something up to speak.

then without any hesitation, she pulls me into her lap. and she kisses me. right on my mouth.

one of her hands wanders up underneath my shirt, the other stays on my hips, grounding me in the most sexual way possible.

for a second i think im dreaming. then i let myself go. i kiss her back, giving her everything ive got.

her fangs graze my lips, her tongue is tied with mine. she tastes sweet, bittersweet, but soothing.

i wrap my legs around her back instinctively as she kisses a burning trail down my throat.

she takes off my shirt and tosses it like it bit her. then she bites me. not hard, but full of pure lust. but hard enough to remind me who im with, where im at.

tempest isnt kissing me like someone who hates me. shes kissing me like someone trying to overwrite every bad memory ive had since i landed in this hellscape.

my hands find her back, then move up to her neck, into her hair. soft and silky just like the sheets. she hums into my mouth as if that pleased her, sending sparks up my spine.

she breaks the kiss just enough to say: "good. youre starting to learn."

my breaths are quick, too quick. and she notices it. and she loves it.

"lay back." she says, commanding.

and i do. because i want her.

the silk sheets feel cold against my back. polar opposite to the heat inside my chest.

one blink later shes ontop of me. the strength of her thighs pinning me down.

then she keeps kissing me, taking my breath away completely. shes so much. shes everything i couldve wanted at the same time.

her lips are soft, wet and pulsing with heat. i let out a choked moan as she sinks her fangs into the curve between my shoulder and neck, which she seems to like as she comes back up and smirks.

now shes tugging at the waistband of my shorts, the heat inbetween my legs already at high.

"pretty little thing. such a shame secondo thinks he owns you." she hums, voice dipped in bits of amusement and arousal.

she slides her hand beneath the fabric, tempting, teasing, slowly burning me into wanting her more and more. her muse etched into my mind a thousand times. unforgettable.

her purple eyes are locked on mine, daring me to stop her. when i dont, she slides her hand to my clit, her touch cool at first but purposeful.

she smirks against my neck as she starts moving her fingers, hitting that sweet spot almost instantly. she knows exactly what shes doing. slow at first, still teasing but gentle.

i want her to go quicker, i want her to give me what i want. i want her entire hand inside of me if thats what it takes to satisfy both our needs.

she knows that too. and thats exactly why shes teasing me. enjoying the begging expression in my face.

"you like this, dont you?" she whispers seductively.

i want to scream yes. but i dont. because i cant appear too desperate.

"yes!" i moan either way, letting her chuckle.

"say it." she commands.

"i want you- please tempest, i need you."

"so eager." she chuckles.

then she finally picks up the pace. i feel myself get wetter and wetter from her touch, she seems to notice too and smirks.

"youre so fun when youre horny." she says like its a normal compliment.

"tempest please!" i beg, not knowing what ill do if she keeps teasing me. if she keeps restraining me from what i want so badly.

she smiles. then shes inside me. two fingers. a hungry, deep, electric burn spreading all throughout my cunt. her fresh nail polish feels like fire on my insides but ignore it. and i let it all out. i moan her name like its a prayer, with every pulse she sends through me. my hips shudder, which makes her laugh, like shes proud of herself.

she keeps her eyes on me the whole time. every sound i make she soaks up, like its a personal confidence boost.

i can feel the pressure inside me increasing drastically, i hear myself getting louder and louder as she somehow manages to fit a third finger inside of me.

when she curls her fingers just right, i shatter completely. i release the white heat inside me all over her hand.

she makes an aroused and amused noise.

"good girl." she coos, going even quicker and i let out another moan.

if it was me doing that to myself i wouldve already stopped, but tempest clearly isnt done.

she cups my face with one and, pulling me into another one of her aggressive kisses, her other hand remains understand my shorts.

i feel her fangs biting down on my tongue and lips, which hurts but also arouses me so much, i can only beg for more.

i come again. harder this time. my hips arching up. her name escaping my lips in a sob. its not words anymore, its desperate sounds. i dig my nails into the covers as my whole body shudders again.

she rides it out. her mouth still hot against mine, swallowing every broken moan i let out.

her fingers curl inside of me again and again until my cries turn into involuntary whimpers.

then she stops. pulls her hand out slowly, like shes savoring the damage shes done. i flinch from the cold and sudden emptiness in my cunt.

then she licks her fingers like im some delicatesse with a smirk that can still make my eyes roll back.

"thats all you get for now human." she whispers and gives me one last kiss, on my forehead this time. then she lays down next to me.

and i cant move. not that i wanted to.

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