#ghost kinktober

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 3rd

Hate Sex, Papa Emeritus II x Catholic!Reader

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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

[bewitched-bee]

Kinktober Week Day 7

Size Kink- Mountain Ghoul x Fem!Reader

And once again…minors don’t interact!

Alright last prompt of my kinktober week. If you want more smut let me know I said I’d give the prompts a week after the last one gets posted to judge how well smut does here. Also sending asks for if you want more smut will also work. Just let me know somehow if you guys want me to put more smut out. I do have others wrote I can edit and post here in the meantime before I make the final decision on taking smut requests.

CW: Size kink, Belly bulge, Vaginal sex, A bit of praise...again I know I sound like a broken record but let me know if I missed anything

Mountain backed me up against the wall. He towered over me, there was no denying that. "Look at you you're so small compared to me petal" he says. He cages me against the wall so I can't move much.

"Well you are gigantic so of course I'm small compared to you" I reply. He smirks before he leans in and kisses me. I practically melt into the kiss and I feel him grind against me. He does this for a few minutes, I can feel myself grow wetter the longer he does it. He eventually pulls away from my lips and I whine.

"Mounty....why'd you pull away" I ask, he starts removing my clothes. "Sorry sweetheart, but I just can't wait much longer" he replies. I look down to see a massive tent in his pants. It's not like I hadn't taken him before but each time it felt like the first time with him because of his size.

He finishes undressing me before he removes his own clothes. "On the bed" he says as his tail flicks behind him. I get on the bed and lay down, he grabs a bottle of lube before hovering over me.

I watch as he generously spreads lube over his cock before he places some on me as well. He sets the bottle aside and his clawed hands grip my hips. "You ready" he asks, I nod my head, he slowly starts pushing in. I moan at the stretch, "fuck Mounty you always fill me so well" I say.

He continues pushing in, I eventually feel he's went as far as he can go. "Too far" I say, he immediately stops his movement. I hear him let out a breathy moan and I see why he did so. The outline of his cock inside me was plainly visible.

"Well would you look at that" he says running a hand over the outline. "This happens almost every time why are you acting that way" I ask. "Just because it happens a lot doesn't make it any less hot" he replies pulling out a bit. He thrusts back into me and then sets a slow pace.

I grip the sheets beneath me and Mountain lets out a growl. "I'd prefer it if you held on to me and not the sheets" he says, I move to grip his shoulders. My nails dig in as he flicks his thumb over my clit. "Shit, don't stop" I say as my back arches off the bed slightly.

I move my hips to meet his thrusts, the pleasure keeps building up in my core. "You're so close I can feel it" he says teasing me. His thrusts pick up in speed and my breathing gets uneven the closer I get to the edge. "Mounty" I say before I get cut off by a moan.

"Go ahead let go for me" he says, that's all it took to push me over the edge. My walls clench around his length and he groans as ropes of his cum fills me. He moves his thumb away from my clit and he slowly pulls out.

"Can't believe our size difference really gets you going" I say. He chuckles as he pulls me against him. "Can't help it darling, it's just what happens when I see a pretty little thing like you" he says as I cuddle closer to him.

[ghuleh-recs]

Happy Halloweenerrr!! I've decided to condense the last few days of Rectober into a little list. Predatory ghouls, vampapas, and Mary Goore—oh my! Back to our regularly scheduled Fic Rec Fridays next week. Thanks for following along all month ♡

fics under the cut.

Kinktober 2023 (Ch. 3) - @bethbruttenholm - predator!Phantom x Reader

You stand, using the tree behind you to balance. You look down at yourself - sopping wet and covered in mud and leaves. You look up and, through the canopy, you can make out the warm, glowing lights of the church. You can see Primo’s garden, the light from the greenhouse a beacon - calling to you like a lighthouse in a storm. You had not anticipated fear like this; not ever expected to want to turn in the towel just yet, “Phantom?” you call, your voice shaking. “I told you to run.”

Breakfast in Bed - @ramblingoak - vampire!Secondo x Reader

It was strange waking up after you died.

to taste your beating heart - @gravehags - predator!Cirrus x Reader

Geocaching in the woods at night seems like a pretty terrible idea, but here you are nonetheless.

a man after midnight - @ghostchems - demon!Terzo x Reader

the prompt: looking at the mirror but the reflection isn't. looking. at. you.

Painting Mary - @lady-necropolis - Mary Goore x Reader

could i request a fic about the reader doing their halloween makeup/facepaint, and they want to try doing mary’s and ends up pulling the “i want to do your makeup so i have to straddle you oh noooo 👀” card.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, leave kudos and/or comments!

[ghoulette-knell]

Ghost B.C Kinktober:

October 2nd 🎃🔞

Prompt: Shower Sex

TW: Shower sex; handjob (m receiving); fingering (f receiving); groping; vaginal penetration; spanking.

Sodo

Fem!Reader

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Word Count: 1,423

You were beyond exhausted. You and the rest of Ghost had just finished up the United States of America leg of the tour, and the final show had been very taxing. Taxing as in all of the months you and your friends had prepared for everything was now done, and also mentally taxing due to the fact that, if Lucifer wanted to, any of you could be taken.

The only thing that could get all of this off your mind was a shower.

You turned on the warm water and began stripping out of your clothes. A yawn left your lips as you climbed into the water; the heat from the water not even causing you to flinch.

You stopped underneath the low pressure, cheap hotel room shower and just let the water soak you to the bone. Showers like this always did your muscles such good.

However, your relaxation time was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Occupied!” you yelled while sticking your head out of the shower.

“(Y/N), it’s Sodo. Can I come in?”

A grin flew to your lips. You knew what he wanted. The bastard always showed up when you least expected it, because at these moments is also when the fire ghoul would get mysteriously horny.

“Of course,” you purred while sticking your head back into the shower, “I hope you don’t mind soap suds.”

A chuckle left the ghoul’s mouth as he walked into the bathroom. He locked the door behind him, and you could immediately hear him unbuckling his belt so he could hop in the shower with you.

“How are you doing?” he asked while kicking his shoes off, “You rushed away quickly after the show.”

You hummed and turned around 180° so you’d be facing the direction Sodo would enter once he was undressed.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I got to thinking about Sunshine and Aether. It’s been a whole year since they got dragged back to Hell. I miss them so much.”

Sodo sighed and stepped into the shower. You’d seen him naked so many times that this wasn’t a magnificent moment.

“Come here.”

You nodded and stepped into his opened arms; falling into a hug. His lips pressed warmly on your forehead, “I miss them everyday too, (Y/N). It isn’t the same without them, but there’s a time where we have to move on. Phantom and Aurora have been doing a wonderful job, and ultimately, we need to be happy about that. The clergy’s success is our main priority.”

“I know,” you mumbled into his chest as you hugged him, “I’m just worried that Lucifer will… take you from me.”

A sigh left Sodo’s lips as he craned your chin up so you could look into his eyes. The fire ghoul pressed his lips against yours; breathing in your scent.

“Live in the present. I am here, and so are you. When the time comes, we deal with it then. For now, we have each other, and we should celebrate togetherness.”

You slipped into the kiss without hesitation. You knew the guitarist was right— living in the present was so, so important for mental health. Worrying about something you can’t control is taxing.

“Thank you for talking some sense into me, Sodo,” you whispered while blinking shower water out of your eyes, “I’m beginning to feel better. Why don’t we get started on the reason why you’re here? Hmm?”

Sodo chuckled and nodded; his hands automatically rising to massage your soapy tits, “That can be arranged.”

You grabbed his hardening cock and began to lightly stroke it. Sodo chuckled lightly and continued to stimulate your breasts which caused little moans to leave your mouth.

“It’s been too long since we did this,” Sodo groaned as you continued to increase your speed on his dick.

You giggled and kissed his lips one more time before turning another 180° so you were facing away from Sodo. You leaned downwards and placed your hands against the side of the shower; your throbbing pussy pointed towards Sodo’s dick.

Sodo growled and laid a hard, upwards smack against your ass. You mewled in pleasure while wiggling your ass at him; a smile plastered to your lips.

Using his strong hands, he quickly applied more, sharp smacks against your sensitive backside. Sodo just adored the sounds of your little moans of pleasure.

After a few moments, he quickly pressed two, cold fingers into your pussy; testing how tight you’d be. You hissed from the sudden pleasure and rammed your hips back.

“Eager are we?” the fire ghoul purred while briefly massaging your clit with his thumb as you backed it up onto his hand.

“You said it yourself,” you groaned as Sodo sent shock waves of pleasure through your legs with his expert hands, “It has been way too long since we’ve done this. And I haven’t been hooking up with anyone else in the meantime.”

Sodo chuckled cockily and grabbed his dick; rubbing the tip against your entrance.

“Good girl. It pleases me to hear this. You know you belong to me.”

You groaned and arched your back as Sodo began teasingly entering your pussy, “Fuck yeah. There’s no one in this damn ministry that can make me scream the way you do.”

That was all the fire ghoul needed to hear.

Without hesitation, the man gripped your hips roughly; likely leaving little love bruises on your sensitive skin. He plunged forwards into you; his eyes rolling into the back of his head from how tight you were for him.

A scream left your mouth as he violently entered you. Sodo’s hand stretched forward and cupped over your screaming lips,

“Usually I love to hear you scream for me, but this bathroom is right next to Swiss’ room. If that fucker knows what’s going on, he will try to join us,” Sodo growled into your ear while using his sharp teeth to nibble on your shoulder as he rutted into you.

You giggled while nibbling on the inside of his hand. Although Sodo was the best fuck you could ever ask for, you secretly didn’t mind the idea of Swiss joining the two of you once in a while. The idea of getting face fucked in one hole and getting pile drived in the other was orgasmic in itself.

“You act as if that’s a bad thing!” you grumbled while pushing back into Sodo’s rhythmic thrusts.

Sodo chuckled and rolled his eyes while bending closer into your arch so he could localize his thrusts. The water from the shower helped him slide in and out better, which ultimately increased both of your pleasure.

Skin slapping on skin, the two of you were a moaning mess. Sodo’s craws dug into your hips, drawing blood. The ghoul simply licked up the blood and water mix from the shower without hesitation. Everything he did was so damn hot.

“Sodo~” you whined while bucking your hips back towards his oncoming thrusts.

You could feel your orgasm coming as you gripped to the slippery walls. Sodo grunted deeply with every thrust; his cock finally hitting your g-spot.

“F-Fuck!” you hissed as your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your pussy milked Sodo dry.

You could feel his seed spilling into your stomach as Sodo leaned all of his weight into one last thrust. Your stomach grew warm as the fire ghoul’s cum met it’s mark.

The two of you stood there for at least a minute more; Sodo’s cock unmoving as it stayed buried inside of you. The two of you tried to catch your breath.

Sodo only began moving as the shower water began to turn cold. He pulled out of you with a ‘plop’, a smirk on his lips,

“I hope I could make you feel better, baby,” he said while watching his seed drip out of your swollen cunt, “Sorry about the shower water. We ran out of hot water.”

“Meh,” you shrugged with a slight giggle; your legs wobbling as you tried to stand straight, “Honestly, you made me feel better than any shower would’ve. Now, help me out of here. My legs are way too unstable to get out of this tub by myself.”

Sodo just laughed and did as you asked of him.

[m0rbidmacabre]

KINKTOBER 2023 - DAY 26 - HANDJOBS

PHANTOM X SWISS

Summary: Swiss is taking care of the newly summoned ghoul Phantom. Phantom wants to spend the day in his pants watching movies... Swiss obliges. 

Warnings: hand job, Oral Sex, I try to be funny.

THIS IS NSFW

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It hasn’t been long since Phantom joined his new pack at the ministry, he was growing closer to them the more time they spent working together. It was easy to love Phantom, he had such a dorky character and an innocence that made you want to be his friend and more importantly, be around him. His laugh was infectious, and his quintessence magic was strong. He fit right in.

This particular day started just the same as the others, he woke up and went to look for breakfast. Peeking out of his dorm room wondering if anybody was up yet, it was quiet, and he didn’t want to disturb anyone. He tip-toed towards the kitchen as quiet as a mouse until... Boom. He tripped over the carpet landing on his nose.

“Ouch…” he expelled. “So much for being quiet...”  He thought to himself.

As he was about to pull his face out of the carpet, he could hear his pack shouting him “you alright Phantom?” They all shouted in unison as if they psychically all knew who it was who had tripped up. They were beginning to get used to him and all his quirks. Before he knew it Swiss was stood in front of him with an eyebrow lifted in intrigue, as if he was wondering how, it was possible to trip over the same carpet every day since he arrived here.

“Phantom, do you think you will ever be able to walk out of the dorms without falling on your face? I know you’ve just been summoned but, come on…” he chuckled.

Swiss pulled Phantom to his feet and taps the dirt off his pyjamas.

 “I'm sure I’ll be fine Swiss, just adjusting. My feet like to do what they want” he said making spaghetti arms at Swiss.

“Well, any injuries?” Swiss said eyeing phantoms face with huge eyes.

“I'm fine... I’m fine... Just Hungry for a bowl of cereal” Phantom said as he called on walking towards the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and the cereal box and plonking himself down on to the sofa. Swiss follows and waits to see if Phantom realises, he’s forgotten one important ingredient.  Phantom looked down at his dry cereal in the bowl “Milk...” he mouthed.

Swiss handed him the milk over his shoulder. Pouring the milk into his bowl, he looked over at Swiss and gave him a huge toothy grin.

“Thanks Swiss” he smiled.

“You're with me today Phantom, I’ll be taking care of you. We have a day off today, what would you like to do??” Swiss grinned.

“Sit in our pants and watch movies?” Phantom answered to him.

Rolling his eyes Swiss laughed “I guess we could… Netflix and chill?!” he grinned.

 Phantom lifted his eyebrows and widened his eyes “I don’t know what any of those words mean Swiss, but sounds fun”

The morning dragged on and the rest of the ghouls carried on about their day, most of them had chores or guard duty to deal with and no time to spend lounging around like Swiss and Phantom.

Phantom still being new to earth didn’t have the much knowledge of humans and hadn’t spent a lot of time around them. He was intrigued by them and their behaviours, Swiss had already let him meet a few of the siblings of the abbey. It went well, and they seemed to enjoy his goofy company, but Phantom had tons of questions after that meeting, leaving him even more confused by them. He wanted to spend the day relaxing with his kind, in the comfort of his pack... Enjoying his new hobby, Movies.

Phantom and Swiss were laying curled up in Swiss’s dorm watching movies, Phantom lay across Swiss’s chest with a blanket pulled up to his neck.

“So, what should we watch?” Swiss asked Phantom.

“What about that one? ER-O-TIC THRI-LLER” he spelt out its genre to Swiss

“What's that? What’s an erotic thriller?” he asked looking up at Swiss.

Swiss grinned “it’s a sexy movie...a bit like soft-core porn but it’s got lots of dangerous violence stuff in it...”

“What do you mean by sexy? Like… humans? Having sex?” he said with widened eyes

Swiss giggled... “Yes phantom” he said petting Phantom on the head.  “Ahhh, little Ghoul... You have much to learn” he laughed.

“Well, go on then... Put it on” Phantom shouted, scrunching up his face in annoyance at Swiss poking fun at him.

They watched and snuggled. Phantom lay there with widened eyes, Swiss just sat and watched Phantom’s reaction as he saw the movie unfold before his eyes. Him reacting to every small detail of change or bit of action the movie threw at them. The sex scene was approaching, and Swiss couldn’t wait to see what Phantom had to say, he was almost giggling internally as it unfolded.

“What…. What are they doing Swiss?” Phantom said

“She's playing with his thing, Phantom...” Swiss said looking amused by the whole thing unfolding before him.

“What do you mean, his thing?” Phantom asked...

“His dick” Swiss blurt out.

“Oh. He looks like he’s having fun... Look he likes it!” Phantom giggled.

Swiss smiled at how sweet Phantom was, his innocence of being a freshly summoned Ghoul was hard, but he always managed to make the others laugh.

“Swiss, could we? Could we do that? It looks like fun? I’d love to know what it feels like with my new earth suit …” Phantom said.

Swiss choking back a laugh looked at Phantom with his head tilted, he seemed serious. Phantom, since being on earth and getting to know the pack hadn’t engaged in any sexual activities yet with the others. Maybe it was time to pop his earth cherry Swiss thought to himself, again giggling internally

“Are you sure Phantom?” Swiss asked.

“Yes yes yes, obviously I’ve fucked ghouls before Swiss, come on... It’s not like I'm a kit”

Swiss moved in and kissed him deeply not wasting anytime and drawing Phantom up to his knees and into his kiss as Phantom writhed his hips into Swiss as he takes in his passionate kiss.

Swiss could feel all of Phantom through his tight shorts, his girth was thick and growing hard as Swiss pushed himself apart from Phantom. Desperately needing air but also desperately wanting to look at Phantom in his glory.

Swiss moved his hand to top of Phantoms shorts, skimming his claws softly over his hard cock making Phantom growl at his touch.

“Let's remove those shorts… you won’t be needing them” Swiss smiled.

Phantom stood up and dropped his shorts, leaving Swiss to take in the sight of Phantom, not only was his body ripped with pure ghoul muscle, but his form was magnificent. Swiss scooted to the edge of the bed, growled at Phantom and then grabbed his hips and pulled him in. He licked his chest, leaving a long line of wet from his stomach to his pubic bone.

Swiss looked up at Phantom and then took his penis into his mouth… taking the whole of him without a second thought. Running his tongue from the tip of his penis all the way to the base. Phantom was beginning to lose himself in Swiss, his cock going deeper and deeper into Swiss’s mouth. Phantom grabbed Swiss’s hair and tugged making Swiss moan against his cock. Phantom grunted, the feeling of Swiss becoming all too much for him. Swiss noted his urgency and slowed down to lick the tip of him, lapping at his tip with his rough tongue. Swiss grabbed his cock in his hands and began playing rough.

 He wanted Phantom to cum for him, and cum hard. He wanted Phantom to feel what it was like to explode in his earth suit, and it being with him made it all the sweeter.

Swiss tugged at his cock, making sure to keep a quick pace. Feeling the pre-cum forming on his tip, Swiss smiled and guided the slickness down his shaft. Not giving Phantom any time that would let him lose the chase that Swiss had built for him. Phantoms legs tensed, and sensing that the ghoul was about to cum. He moved his hand thick and fast, letting Phantom reach his high. He spiralled fast, grunting Swiss’s name with other ghoulish words too gruff to make out, letting himself go and spilling himself into Swiss’s warm hands.

Phantom smiled, as his high brought him back down to earth and the ghoul sat in front of him. He opened his eyes to Swiss and saw him looking back into his gaze with widened eyes that could have eaten stars. Swiss smiled back at him “So little Ghoul... How was your first time in your earth suite?”

Phantom laughed through drunk eyes “Do you think we could go again? This time I wanna play with you...”

Swiss tilted his head “So, Netflix and chill is it then?”

[ghostsangelic]

kinktober day one: tentacles (rain/aether)

from @kroas-adtam's kinktober ghost prompt list- we got some tentacle fuckery <3

Rain sighs something soft, dragging a hand down Aethers chest as he sleeps peacefully next to them. The sun is barely hitting the horizon, the beginnings of light shining in through their window and Aether looks positively beautiful, even when asleep. His chest rises and falls- and Rain had woken up with a hot want in their stomach. Slick pools in their underwear as they grind their sex against him, a soft whine leaving their lips. Aether stirs next to him, with a groan as the light begins to hit his eyes as well as the scent of Rain’s arousal, permeating the room with the sweetness of sea salt, mint, and petrichor. 

“Mmn… sea star?” Aether’s sweet, low voice raspy with sleep hits their ears and another high pitch whine leaves them, rutting against his thigh. 

“Needy this morning?” He shifts, voice right in their ear and breath on their neck, “Even after last night? Let me see that pretty tentacle of yours hm?”

“Uh-huh..!” Rain is exclaiming dizzily- pulling their boxers down hurriedly. Their tentacle peeks out of their slit, a pretty opalescent blue, wet with their own slick. Full body shivers hit them, the cold air sending gooseflesh all down their back. The appendage wriggles, pushing fully out of the sleeve and standing at full attention as Rain continues to rut their hips into nothing. 

“So pretty… what a good boy for me. Let me take care of you…” Aether phrases it as a question but its a statement, as he takes Rains tentacle into a big hand and sweetly- slowly jacking it off. Immediately, they’re writhing and moaning into Aethers shoulder- panting softly.

“Ae- feels s’good…!” Rain moans, loudly. 

“So loud puddle… want Mountain to hear you? Touch himself to your sounds while he’s getting up to daybreak?” Aether teases in their ear, rapidly increasing his speed on Rains tentacle dick. “Want him to come in here and wreck that loose hole of yours?” Every word has Rains tentacle shivering, wiggling in Aethers grasp as he works them. Their legs shake, nails digging into Aethers skin as they get desperately close. His fingers teasing the head and swiping at all the blobs of pre-cum that drip down to use as more slick. “Unh- yes yes yes- close Ae! Gonna cum!” Rain’s voice is desperate, as they continue to make sweet noises into his skin. “Cum for me sweetheart. Let me see that pretty tentacle cum for me, “ Aether says, saccharine in every note of his voice.

  And that was all it took for Rain to come undone, tentacle undulating as he spurts cum all over his stomach and Aethers, gasping and crying out so prettily through their orgasm. Aether hums approvingly, working them through it and looking at the cum covering his hand. As Rain comes back down, Aether is putting his fingers to their mouth for him to suck…

“Time to clean your mess up like a good boy… “

[melilovesghost]

Hello again guys and ghulehs, I shall once again apologise for the lateness of this, I'm slowly getting back on track lol, hope yall enjoy this one!! As usual promt list from @kroas-adtam !!!

Day 5 - Double Penetration

Swiss had just gotten in his room after that nights ritual, and had just taken his helmet off when he heard his door slam open. He could feel the heat immediately, signifying to him that this was Sodo, and not just any Sodo, a pissed Sodo. "You motherfu-" he's cut off by Aurora skipping gleefully into the room. "Oh hi Sodo!! What are you doing here?" Aurora asked, skipping over to Swiss's side where she's pulled into a side hug. "Could ask you the same thing Princess" Sodo replied cockily. "I'm just here to see Swissy, he promised me we'd have a *session* after the ritual" she giggled. "A "session" huh? Well after what this motherfucker did to me on stage he owes me a session too" Sodo spat. "Ooo double team!!!" Rory exclaimed excitedly. "Sounds like a plan Rory" Sodo replied sadisticly, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

Aurora began by attempting to shove Swiss onto the bed, but since she's pretty much half the size of him, she barely made a dent, so Sodo decided to help her, allowing them to succeed. Rory immediately climbed on top of him, going straight for his buttons on his shirt. Once the shirt was off, Rory went to a drawer in Swiss's room, pulling out a glittery pink strap that she had previously placed in his room in preparation for this if it ever occurred. Swiss's eyes widened both in fear and shock from seeing that Aurora had this in his room. Sodo also didn't expect little Rory to have something like that, nevermind in Swiss's room. He had underestimated the new Ghoulette, and this excited him even more.

Sodo went for Swiss's trousers, quickly undoing them and pulling them down. His eyes widened when he realised Swiss has no underwear on. Swiss noticed this, and spoke "Rory did tell you we were gonna have some fun, plus it's not like you don't do it either Sodo" Sodo responded by taking off his own clothes, Rory doing the same. Once all the ghouls were naked, Sodo and Aurora flipped Swiss over onto his stomach. "Be a good boy for us now won't you Swissy" Aurora said, giving him a peck on the lips. Sodo just slapped his ass, still mad about what happened on stage. Swiss moaned into the pillows on the bed, liking what was happening to him. Sodo then put his fingers in Swiss's mouth. "Suck" he said sternly. Swiss happily obliged, getting his fingers nice and wet, knowing what was going to happen next. Sodo mercilessly stuck his fingers inside Swiss, causing him to moan loudly into the pillows and squeeze the bedsheets lightly. Sodo started stretching his fingers out inside him, causing Swiss to be a mess on moans. He loved it. Sodo then moved to the other end of the bed to meet Swiss's face, grabbed his hair to make him look up, and stuck is dick right in his mouth. "Suck" he once again said sternly.

Once he was satisfied with how wet his dick was, he went right back to Swiss's ass and stuck it right in, making Swiss scream in both pain and pleasure. Sodo then ordered Aurora to stick her strap in his mouth and get that all wet, so he could take both of them. Rory could feel the vibrations from the strap caused by Swiss's moans, causing her to moan also. After a short while, Sodo summoned her back over. "Let's fuck him like there's no tomorrow Rory, show him what he gets for jacking me off right on stage, the little slut." Swiss moaned from Sodo's words alone. Rory gently stuck her strap into Swiss, causing him to moan and whine. "You doing okay Swissy?" She asked, not wanting to push him to far. Swiss managed to breathe out a reply of "yes maam" whilst gently nodding his head. "Good boy" she replied, whilst bottoming out. Swiss gripped the bedsheets so hard as he screamed. Sodo then started moving, causing moans so big out of Swiss you'd think all the air had been sucked out of his lungs. As Sodo began quickening Rory began moving too, making Swiss cry out in pure pleasure. Tears were streaming down his face but he loved it. He was on cloud 9.

It didn't take long for Swiss's moans to adopt a higher pitch, telling the other two he was close. Aurora and Sodo exchanged a mischievous sadistic look, and started pounding into him harder than ever before. Swiss was a writhing mess of moans and he came all over the bed, Sodo following shortly after. Leaving Aurora.

"Now it's time to make you cum, princess." Sodo spoke sexily. Aurora looked at him with excitement. "Come on then Swiss, eat her out. Return the favour." Sodo sadisticly demanded. They flipped Swiss back onto his back, revealing his tear covered face off bliss, but that wasn't visible for long as Aurora sat on it, allowing him to eat her up. Swiss immediately grabbed her thighs to pull her down onto his face more, almost like it was a reflex. Swiss started eating her like there was no tomorrow. He loved her taste. He moaned right on her clit, causing her to moan loudly. Sodo decided to help by playing and sucking at her nipples. Aurora was in a state of pure bliss. She loved everything about what was happening to her right now.

A very short time later her moans started to increase in pitch, and her thighs started to shake, showing she was close. They both worked hard on her, allowing her to have tye best orgasm of her life, cumming all over Swiss's face, him drinking up every drop. When she climbed off him, Swiss spoke "Satan princess you taste so good, I could just eat you for every meal" and licked his lips. Rory giggled at this and gave him a nice long kiss right on the lips.

"So Swiss, I hope you enjoyed your punishment for fucking with me on stage. Do it again and I won't be so nice" Sodo told him, leaving the room. To noones surprise, he did do it again, excited to see what Sodo had in store for him next.

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 31 - Free Use

Poly 141 x Reader - 4.3k (on ao3)

summary: Glimpses into your life as a housewife and free use toy for the 141 post-retirement. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: soft sex, half-drunk sex, light somnophilia, anal sex

note: last kinktober of the month! sorry i got off by a day at the end here, but i hope you guys have enjoyed everything so far :) btw this is less "free use" and more "sex with the 141 while living in domestic bliss"

Your days are filled with sex. Sex with all of your boys, in every position you can think of, in every room of the house they’d bought for the five of you after retiring. 

You all split the chores evenly these days. No one does more than they’re more comfortable with, and you’ve all found your stride, something to give you purpose, after the rigidity of the military.

Gaz has taken to bee-keeping. As odd as it sounds, he’s got the patience for it, and he’s quite protective of his bees, even has nearly an entire library of books he’s taught himself with. Price helps him out by selling the honey he harvests, keeping track of his profits and managing the household’s finances. 

Ghost hunts, spends his days out finding game to bring home, tracking herds and predators around your property. Johnny does a little of everything - fixes things when they break, chops firewood every morning, helps Simon skin his prey, tries to help Gaz and his bees. 

And you take care of the house. You make the meals, clean up after everyone, and find yourself perfectly happy to keep your men fed and warm. 

Your other chore is to bend over whenever they want. Well, bend into any position whenever they want, Ghost and Soap tend to enjoy getting a bit more creative. It’s not really much of a chore, considering how eager you are to do it.

It’s a great deal for you. Johnny and Kyle are always eager to get you off, and neither Simon nor Price is stingy with the orgasms these days either. You live your life floating between domestic labor and orgasms - not a bad existence, by your metric. You get to live without a care in the world, four men to take care of and four men to take care of you. It’s like a dream come true.

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You hum to yourself as you dance around the kitchen, wearing nothing but a frilly apron as you wait for your pancakes to cook. The small radio on the dining room table plays music from a local radio station, something cheery to start your day. It’s hard not to smile, with sunshine pouring in from the windows and a batch of fresh eggs to scramble on the stove. 

Your small moment of bliss is interrupted by a pair of hands on your hips and a large body bracketing yours.

There isn’t even a moment of fear, you instinctually lean back into the man behind you. A moment later, a rough beard brushes over your cheek.

“Pancakes this mornin’?” Price asks, big paws resting on the softness of your hips.

“Hmm,” you hum, tilting your head to claim his lips. He sways the two of you back and forth slowly, to the beat of the song, and lets you take your time with him. “Blueberries in yours,” you tell him when you come up for a breath of air.

One hand shifts to your ass, the other to your stomach, and you feel him smile. “Thank you, love. Got time for a quick round before they burn?”

You mimic his smile, let him bend you over slowly. “You’re just in time, Captain, I haven’t cracked the eggs yet.”

“Perfect,” he purrs, pressing himself to your backside. He tucks his plaid pajama pants down a little, rubbing his warm morning wood against you. You fold your arms beneath your head, let your eyes drift closed as his fingers make quick work of getting you ready.

Moments later, the heavy length of his cock fills you slowly. You moan, shifting your legs a little bit wider as he massages your waist.

“There you go,” he sighs, bottoming out and grinding himself slowly inside of you. “Tight as always, perfect girl.”

You giggle a little drowsily, wiggling your hips against his. “Always for you, John.”

He sighs contentedly, pulling out slowly. “Don’t I know it.”

He fucks you slowly, a steady pace that drags against all your most sensitive parts on every thrust. John’s thick, and the stretch isn’t quite comfortable with no prep. But you’re still a little loose from your time with Soap and Gaz last night, so it’s far from painful to take him.

He hunches over you as he gets closer and closer to the edge, elbows resting on either side of you and breath ghosting across your nape.

“Aw,” you hear Soap say,voice rough from sleep as he steps into the kitchen. “I wanted first go today.”

“Early bird gets the worm, Johnny,” Gaz teases, settling into a chair in the little breakfast nook Simon had built soon after moving in. “You’re the one who stayed up so late with her last night.”

“Wasn’t just me, jackass, you’re the one who-”

“Boys,” Price grunts, hips slamming against yours, leaving you squirming beneath him. “Will you shut the fuck up while I’m balls deep in our girl?”

You can’t help but snort beneath him, pushing yourself up enough to arch your back further, stick your ass further out for him. “Ye-yeah, boys.”

“Hush,” Price scolds, one hand shifting to your neck where he forces you flat to the counter again. “‘M almost there…”

He groans lowly as he buries himself deep inside of you, pumping slowly as you tighten up, trying to milk him. “Fuck, feels good…”

You smile against your arms as the pleasure that had been building inside of you starts to dull to a simmer, something warm in the root of you.

Price pulls out only moments later, two thick fingers tucking into you to keep any of his come from dripping out. “Keep me safe inside you, pretty thing, c’mon. Clench down.”

You take a deep breath and try your best to listen, straightening up and doing your best to keep yourself from dripping down your thighs. 

He turns you around, leaning you back against the counter and cupping your cheeks in his hands, tugging your face up to give you a soft kiss. “Thank you,” he whispers into your mouth, just quiet enough for you to hear.

“Of course.” You reach up to grab his wrists, holding him close. “Never gonna say no to you, John.”

The two of you linger in the moment, sunlight warming your skin as you breathe into each other.

It’s Soap that interrupts you, an intentionally obnoxious clearing of his throat nearly making you jump. “Any chance at coffee sometime today, bonnie?”

You huff a laugh into Price’s mouth, pushing him away and shooting a half-playful look to Johnny. “Can’t give me a minute of peace, can you?”

He smirks, “Nope.”

John scoffs as he pulls away, moving you with him and giving you a quick tap to the ass to send you over to the counter with the coffee machine. “Someone’s gotta teach you some patience, MacTavish.”

“If Ghost still hasn’t gotten it into him, no one is,” Gaz laughs, shifting enough for Price to join him on the bench. 

“Who says I haven’t?” Ghost says, stepping from the hallway. He’s already got a cigarette lit between his lips, and you wave him away with a spatula.

“No!” You scold, trying to shoo him closer to the window. “No smoking in my house! You know I hate the smell.”

Ghost rolls his eyes good-naturedly but lets you herd him to the open window, resting a shoulder on the windowsill and blowing a mouthful of air. You hmph, satisfied, and move to flip the pancakes. “You’re not the one who has to get that smoke out of all the furniture, you know.”

Ghost sighs, but he’s dramatic enough about it for you to know that he’s intentionally exaggerating his annoyance. “Awful early for all that nagging, woman.”

You glare at him playfully, picking up an egg to crack. “Awful early for a cig, too.”

He huffs and you crack your egg, the kitchen shifting into a comfortable silence. You continue your humming as the song changes to something more upbeat, unable to keep a smile from your face.

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You’re half tipsy, giggling into Soap’s mouth as the two of you stumble into the house. You manage to trip over the lip of the entrance, and you yelp as you start to fall.

Johnny just barely manages to twist and catch the both of you in time, grunting loudly as he hits the ground. The breath is knocked from the both of you, and you lay there in the dark for a moment, still.

You’re giggling as soon as you can breathe again, unable to stay still with all the energy and wiggling against his chest. “Jo-Johnny!”

“What?” He pants, still not fully able to take a breath in. You can see the outline of a smile, though, and his hands come up to fully cup your ass. “You were the one taht tripped, lass!” 

That only makes you laugh harder, kicking your feet against his shins. “I-I know!”

Now he laughs, a full-bellied sound that has you bouncing on his chest. He manages to push himself up so that you’re in his lap, and presses his mouth to yours without warning.

You make a high sound of surprise but quickly kiss him back, licking into his mouth when he parts his lips. 

Your kiss is messy, both of you a little too drunk and a little too needy to bother for tact. Johnny’s softer than he usually is, all tongue and no teeth. You wrap your arms around his neck, shifting so your knees rest on either side of him and squeeze his hips.

“Need you,” he pants into your mouth, shifting you over him to start a slow grind. “Need to be inside you, bonnie.”

“Yeah, please,” you say, quickly dropping your hands to his belt and clumsily working at his belt. It takes several tries for you to get it undone, and both of you get more and more desperate. Your underwear get more and more damp as you work yourself over the rough denim of his jeans, your skirt rucked up around your hips as he palms at your ass.

“Come on,” he growls, landing a harsh slap against the meat of your thigh. You yelp at the sting, then giggle, and finally manage to get his belt loose, quickly tugging it off.

“There you go,” you mumble, throwing the belt to the side and hearing it slide against the hardwood. “C’mon, c’mon, need you now, Johnny.”

He nearly snarls into your mouth, jerking your panties to the side and stuffing two fingers into you with no warning. You jolt higher on your knees and moan, digging your nails into his shoulder.

“Sit still,” he growls, tugging you back down and scissoring his fingers quickly to spread you. He slips a third finger in easily, your cunt already slick and dripping for him. “Stop fuckin’- stop wigglin’ around.”

You can’t help but giggle again, pushing your smile against his lips and nipping at his chin. “Can’t hold me down, MacTavish?”

You feel him grin, growling playfully, and before you can keep prodding him he’s got you flipped onto the floor beneath him. You squeal when he somehow manages to keep his fingers inside of you, pushing deep as he pins you down. He tucks your knees higher, both of your legs resting on his shoulders.

“I’ll show you held down, lass,” he growls, smile just barely visible above you. “Want it rough, then?”

You bite back another laugh, pushing up just enough to bite his bottom lip and tug it down with you. “As rough as you’ve got, MacTavish.”

It works as the perfect taunt you’d meant it as, and he’s buried in your tight heat before you can try and push him any further. Your head falls back against the hardwood floor as his falls to your throat, both of you moaning loudly as his hips meet your thighs.

“Fuck,” he groans, teeth pressed against your throat. When you arch your neck even further, he bites into your flesh, sucking a hicky and making you ever wetter between the thighs. “Fuck.”

“She tight, Johnny?”

You both yelp at the sudden voice, Johnny jolting away from your neck and shifting inside of you, causing you both to melt again.

There, in the corner of the room, is Ghost. He’s smoking a cigarette by the window, illuminated only by the glow of his cigarette butt and the moon. You can’t quite see his expression, but you can just imagine the cocky smirk.

Johnny groans above you, sinking back down to press kisses along your throat and forcing your knees almost to the side of your head. “Scared the shit outta’ me, Ghost,” he sighs, pulling out just enough to give you a few tiny thrusts. You moan, letting yourself relax into the floor.

“Not surprised,” Ghost says, and you watch as he stubs out the cigarette and take a few steps to where the two of you are tangled in each other. “How much did you two have to drink?”

You laugh at the question, but it melts into a moan as Johnny starts to find a rhythm that works for both of you. Your knees nearly knock against your own face as he makes his way across your neck, leaving bruising kisses. 

“Not-” you choke a bit on a particularly rough thrust, just barely managing to keep your eyes open and watch as Simon settles into an armchair. “Not that much.”

“Yeah,” Johnny pants, lifting himself up enough to look down at you. “How-how much’ve you had, L.t.?”

Ghost snorts, taking a swig from a beer bottle you hadn’t noticed before. “Less’n you two, I can tell that much.”

You and Johnny both snicker, half out of breath already, but none of you try and keep speaking as Johnny starts to really fuck into you, finding a perfect rhythm that’s just a little messier than usual, a little jerkier. 

The two of you make no attempt to be quiet, moaning and whining loudly as you work to find that peak. Even with folded in half as you are, you try to push into him as much as you can to help him hit the perfect spot inside of you. 

You nearly scream when he does, clenching down so tightly onto him that he’s forced to a still inside of you, his length throbbing in time with your heartbeat. 

The world blurs around you as Johnny takes your lips again, pressing your tongues together in a slick slide as he batters inside of you.

“Clo-close,” you gasp, clawing down his shoulders. Your nails dig in enough through his shirt to have him moaning, arching further into your touch.

“Me too, bonnie.”

He shifts enough to lean his weight further onto your thighs, newly freed hand smoothing down your chest and stomach to work against your clit. You melt beneath him, muscles going loose as you turn into nothing but a limp doll for him to fuck.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm starts to overcome you, Johnny’s work against your clit and the hot length inside of you finally shoving you over the edge.

“Fuck- fuck!” Johnny nearly shouts above you, your orgasm triggering his own. You cling tight to him, dragging his body as close to you as possible while your muscles clench down around him. The two of you are nearly drooling in each other’s mouths, eager for as much physical touch as possible.

It feels like an impossible amount of time later when you hear Ghost crouch down next to you, see his shadow cast over both you and Johnny. “You two done, then?”

You feel Johnny huff where he’s leaned against your cheek, feel his smile grow against yours. 

“Yeah, Si,” you say, squirming a bit beneath Johnny to try and get out from under him. “I think we’re done.”

Johnny gans a little but he obliges and shifts back enough for his softened cock to pull out of you. You both whine in sync at the separation, and he finally lets your legs fall to the ground, heels thudding against the floor.

Johnny rolls off of you, flopping to the floor next to you. “Carry us to bed, L.t.”

You giggle and blink up at Simon, softened from your orgasm and the lingering buzz from your night out. “Yeah, L.t.,” you lift your arms high, making grabby hands like a toddler. “Carry us to bed.”

Ghost snorts above you, but he still leans down and scoops you up beneath the knees and the back. You squeal when he hefts you over his shoulder into a fireman's carry. He ducks low again and you grasp onto the bottom of his sweatshirt, then giggle when Johnny flops bonelessly over Ghost’s other shoulder.

He carries the two of you effortlessly down the hall, and Johnny’s soft laugh joins yours - well, at least before you hear a muffled slap and he quiets himself/ Of course that only makes you laugh, earning you a spank of your own.

You’re dropped rather carelessly onto the massive mattress all five of you share these days, hand flopping against what you’re sure is Price’s chest as Ghost falls on top of Johnny where he’s dropped.

You hear a muffled oof! from next to you and curl into Price with a smile, tucking yourself close to his chest. He rumbles a low noise, instinctually tucking you close. You can hear Gaz getting annoyed with Ghost and Soap, feel him kicking at them to fight for his own spot on the mattress. You fall asleep with Ghost’s back to yours and Price’s chest to yours, surrounded by warmth.

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You groan into the sheets in frustration, fists clenched tight. “Simon, come on, please.”

He spanks you sharply, but the pain is hardly noticeable compared to the need you’re drowning in. 

“Quiet,” he grunts, three fingers spreading your ass. “Need to stretch you out properly, don’t want any tears.”

You whine, arching your back and pushing your ass further into the air. “I’m ready, I promise, just need you inside. I’ve been stretched for the last ten minutes!”

“And you’ll get stretched for ten more if you don’t quit complaining.”

It’s almost impossible to bite back a complaint at that, but you manage to dull it down to just a near-painful eye roll. You try your best to stay still for him, stay patient, even as you feel like your pussy is dripping like a faucet.

Ghost has fucked you with far less prep than this, you know he’s just trying to be an asshole - no pun intended. You also know that the more you rush him, the slower he’ll go. So you force yourself a little looser, let your body sink more comfortably into the position he’s got you in.

It doesn’t make the wait any easier.

You’re not sure how long it’s really been when he finally deems you stretched enough, but he finally pulls his fingers free. You whimper at the cold dribble of lube as he spreads a bit more across your stretched hole, the slick sounds echoing in the room telling you he’s likely spreading it across himself too.

“Alright, love,” he says, notching himself at your back hole with both hands on your hips. “Loosen up for me now.”

The stretch is sinful as he finally gives you his cock, enough for you to feel the sting but not at a painful point. Your eyes roll back in pleasure instead of frustration, and your knees shift just a little wider to welcome him more fully into your body.

“Fuck, you feel good<’ he grunts, grip tightening on your hip.

On a normal night with Ghost, you’d expect minimal prep and long rounds of edging. He likes to keep you from coming for as long as possible, then coax an orgasm that feels earthshattering from you when he finally shoves you off that ledge. Either that, or he fucks you quick and dirty - in the yard outside, in the shower, in the middle of the night, really any time he feels like getting off. With you around, there’s no need to masturbate. That leaves you getting bent over and used at any time he feels the slightest urge to get off, but you couldn’t mind less.

Now, though, Ghost paces himself far more slowly than usual. His thrusts are long, bottoming out and pulling back until the head of his cock just barely breaches your hole. If you couldn’t feel the way his hands bruise your hips, you’d almost call his pace leisurely. 

The two of you are near silent as he fucks you, content to fill the air with soft moans and the occasional whine instead of dirty talk. It feels nice, such slow sex with Simon. It’s a side of him he rarely lets you see, even now.

He knows you can’t come from anal alone, and is feeling generous enough to grab one of your hands and shift it down, telling you, “Rub your clit for me, love. Wanna feel you come.”

And, well, who are you to disobey?

You bring yourself to a slow, rolling orgasm with rhythmic circles against your clit, hips working against his even with his grip. You moan more loudly now, moith open and spit spreading across the pillow.

“Si-Simon,” you gasp. “Feels so good, so deep.”

“Yeah? Deep in your ass, huh, love?”

“Mhmm, mhmm. Can hardly br-breathe around you, Si.”

“I know, so big in your little hole. You’re taking me well, though, being such a good girl for me. Gonna - fuck, love - gonna make me come, give you a nice load then plug you up.”

“Yes, yes…”

“You want that? Want to be stuffed with my come? Keep me inside of you ‘til I say you can take the plug out?”

“Yes, I’ll keep it in for you, Si, be so good for you.”

“Oh, I know it, love. Always a good girl for me, most perfect girl… fuck, feel so good around me…”

He groans when he finally gets himself off, pulling you back onto his harsher thrusts and letting your channel squeeze the come from him. You rub your clit a few more times, ignoring the aftershocks in favor of forcing your muscles to milk him a bit.

When he finally pulls out, he tucks a good-sized plug into your loosened hole before any of his come can slip out. You shift from your knees to your stomach with a soft hum, tugging a pillow into your arms as your eyes drift shut.

“You stayin’ in here for a bit?” Ghost asks, brushing some of your hair away from your face and dipping down to press a dry kiss to your cheek.

“Hmm. Gonna take a nap before dinner.”

“Alright. Need any help tonight?”

“No,” you hum, curling deeper into the bedding. “You can set the table, if you really want.”

You hear him laugh as he pulls away, weight shifting off of the mattress. “I’ll leave that to Johnny, I think.”

A few moments later the door click softly shut behind him, and you float into a peaceful slumber while trying to half-plan dinner. 

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You’re half-asleep when you feel someone shift in bed next to you, their body covering yours. There’s a distinct hardness against the small of your back, and you press back against him.

“Stay still,” you hear Gaz whisper in your ear as he urges you further onto your stomach. You hum a little in response as he settles over you, kneeing your thighs apart enough for him to rest between them. “Don’t wanna wake anyone else up, right sweetheart?”

You hum again in what’s probably supposed to be agreement, but is really just a half-asleep sound. You trust all your boys, though, so you’re perfectly content to let Kyle do whatever he wants.

You sleep naked these days, so it’s easy for him to spread your cheeks a bit, to rub at your folds. You’re still a little damp from the shower sex with Price you’d had right before bed, and Kyle doesn’t seem to think you need much more than that.

You’re almost asleep again when you feel the tip of his cock at your hole, and then the familiar weight of him entering you. It’s hard not to groan, especially when you’re so dazed, but you think you do a good job.

Well, until Kyle shushes you loudly, stuffing a few of his fingers into your mouth. 

You make a small offended noise, but it shifts into a sound of pleasure when he sinks fully inside of you.

“Hush. Don’t wanna share you right now, just needed to feel you for a bit.”

You feel his hips shift against yours before he sort of falls to the side, taking you with him. You’re left spooning him, his cock buried deep inside of you and kept warm by your body.

He sighs, pleased, against your back and pulls his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand float down to rest on one of your breasts. He squeezes you for a few moments, but that only works you up more and has you squirming against him.

Kyle makes a small, whining noise and squeezes you more tightly to him. “Stay still, love. Just want to hold you, let you hold me. Go back to sleep, yeah?”

You sigh, debate trying to get him to finish what he started, but ultimately decide that it sounds like far too much work for your current state. 

So instead you let yourself relax into Gaz, body quickly adjusting to the weight and stretch of him. It’s easier than you might’ve thought to doze off like that, held close to Kyle’s chest.

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 17th

Threesome or Moresome, Papa Emeritus III & Ghouls x Reader

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Words: 5.4k

Warnings: Gang bang; public gang bang; predator prey; role play; game; fear play; fingering; tag-teaming; exhibitionism; fellatio; minor degradation; cunnilingus; hand jobs; mild cucking; piv sex; vaginal sex; unprotected sex; bukkake; anal sex; spit as lube; objectification; titfucking; pussy slapping; face fucking; double penetration; spanking; praise kink; creampie; recommended listening: RUNRUNRUN by Dutch Melrose.

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

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the dense forest, your heart pounded in your chest like a war drum. The cold sweat on your brow mingled with the dirt and leaves that clung to your skin as you darted between towering trees, their branches clawing at your clothes. Behind you, a group of relentless men pursued, their heavy footsteps and urgent shouts echoing through the darkening woods. Each step you took, each breath you drew, was a desperate attempt to outpace the ominous figures closing in on you, their motives unknown and their intentions menacing. The ominous symphony of rustling leaves and the pounding of your own feet merged into a haunting cacophony, as the chilling realization set in that there was no escape from this relentless pursuit.

Moonlight filtered through the thick canopy above, casting eerie, fragmented patterns on the forest floor, which you navigated with all the stealth and agility you could muster. Your breaths came in ragged gasps, and the adrenaline coursing through your veins seemed to blur the boundary between exhaustion and determination. The harsh, urgent voices of your pursuers grew closer, their presence an ever-encroaching nightmare. Your mind raced, desperately searching for a way to shake them off, to find refuge in the vast labyrinth of the woods. Every twist and turn, every broken twig beneath your feet, betrayed your position to those relentless hunters. You needed a plan, a moment’s respite, anything to gain the upper hand in this deadly game of chase.

In the midst of this heart-pounding pursuit, your eyes darted frantically, scanning the surroundings for a glimmer of hope. That’s when you spotted it—a massive fallen log, its rotting underbelly a sanctuary from the prying eyes of your relentless pursuers. With your breath held, you sprinted toward the log, the thundering footsteps of the men growing ever closer. As you reached it, you slid beneath the decaying wood, your body trembling with fear and exhaustion. The earthy scent of damp soil and decay enveloped you, and you pressed your hands to your mouth to stifle any sound. Your heart thundered in your chest as you watched the shadows of the men draw near, their voices now mere whispers in the distance. Time stood still beneath that log, as you clung to the hope that your concealment would be enough to thwart their relentless hunt.

As you lay hidden beneath the fallen log, the darkness around you seemed to stretch into eternity, and every rustle of leaves or snapping twig sent a jolt of terror through your body. It was as if the world had come to a standstill, and the only thing that mattered was remaining unnoticed.

Then, the dreadful moment arrived. A twig cracked nearby, much too close for comfort, and your heart leaped into your throat. You strained to keep your breathing silent and shallow, your eyes locked on the opening where you had crawled in. A pair of boots appeared in your line of sight, inches away from the log. A cold sweat broke out on your forehead as the boots hesitated for a moment, and then a masked face came into view, peering beneath the log.

Your eyes met, his gaze piercing through the shadows, and in that dreadful instant, the world seemed to freeze. His eyes widened in realization, and before you could react, his hand shot out, grasping for your ankle. Panic surged through you, and you yanked your leg away with all the strength you could muster, scrambling to retreat deeper beneath the log, your heart pounding louder than ever.

“Papa! I found her!” He yelled, his voice giving him away. Omega. He reached forward to grasp at your ankle and in desperation you kicked at him. But this gave him the right opportunity to clutch onto you.

Despite your desperate attempts to pull away, Omega’s grip tightened like a vice around your ankle. Adrenaline surged through you as he yanked you out from your hiding place with a sudden, brutal force. You cried out in pain and shock as you tumbled onto the forest floor, your limbs tangled and your heart racing.

Surrounding you were the remainder of Terzo’s Ghouls who had pursued you, their faces hidden behind their masks, but their eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and menace. You had been outmaneuvered, cornered like prey in a deadly game. As you gasped for breath, Omega loomed over you, his expression devoid of mercy. In that harrowing moment, the realization washed over you that escape was no longer an option, and you had been ensnared in their sinister clutches.

With a strength you couldn’t hope to match, Omega swiftly moved to restrain you. He pinned you to the forest floor, his knee pressed firmly against your chest, making it nearly impossible to breathe. His rough hands immobilized your arms, binding them tightly behind your back with a set of cold, unforgiving cuffs. Panic and desperation surged through you, but resistance was futile.

You struggled against his grip, gasping for air and pleading for mercy, but his eyes remained impassive, a look of determination. His comrades formed a menacing circle around you, their eyes filled with a mixture of triumph and malice. In that heart-wrenching moment, the realization of your vulnerability and the sinister intent of these men weighed upon you like an inescapable nightmare, casting a shadow over the once serene forest that had become the backdrop to this chilling ordeal.

As you lay there, pinned to the forest floor by the man who had captured you, the tense silence was shattered by the arrival of another figure, the apparent leader of this sinister group, Papa Emeritus III. He stepped forward from the shadows, his face concealed by a twisted grin that sent shivers down your spine. His voice carried an eerie authority as he addressed his comrades, “Well done, gentlemen. It seems our little game has come to a fruitful end.” He looked at Omega and widened his eyes a little. “Perhaps you should let her breathe, no? We wouldn’t want the game to meet a tragic finish.”

Omega relaxed his grip significantly, allowing you to take shallow breaths as the leader continued to survey the scene, seemingly only just realising how into the game he’d been. His dark, calculating eyes locked onto yours, and he chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound that filled you with dread. “You’ve been quite the elusive prey, haven’t you?” He said, his tone oozing with satisfaction. “But now, tesoro, you’re in our hands, and you will do exactly as we say.”

Your heart sank as the gravity of your situation became painfully clear. You had fallen into the clutches of a malevolent force, and Terzo’s sinister pleasure at your capture left no doubt that the ordeal had only just begun.

Terzo’s sinister grin turned into a shit-eating one, the kind of smug look you want to slap off his face. “You see, tesoro,” he taunted, “you’ve lost the bet. Alpha!”

“Yes, Papa?” Alpha said,stepping forward at his master’s acknowledgment.

“What exactly was it that she wagered?”

Alpha’s eyes from behind his mask crinkled as though he were smiling. “She bet that she could outrun us and we couldn’t catch her. If she won, we would have to help her redecorate her room. But if we won… well, you give the orders, Papa.”

“Of course, thank you, my friend. you said if we catch her we fuck her, yes?”

“Yes, Papa!” The Ghouls said. Some chuckled quietly to themselves.

Your mind reeled as you tried to process this revelation. It had all been a silly game, a twisted challenge that you had accepted without fully understanding the stakes, or rather, in your hubris believing that you could outrun six men whose livelihoods revolved around fitness. The gravity of your predicament now became even more surreal; you had unwittingly placed your safety on the line, and your defeat meant you were at their mercy.

The other men exchanged knowing glances, their expressions shifting from triumph to amusement. They had not only captured you but had also won the twisted game they had orchestrated. The forest, once a place of serenity and refuge, had become the backdrop for your ill-fated bet, and the consequences were far more dire than you could have ever imagined.

“Of course, tesoro, if you don’t want to continue then by all means speak now. We will let this go with only minor public humiliation.” He crouched down so he was closer to your head which was still on the ground. “But if you wish to continue, you should realise that every person here will be inside you at some point tonight, sì?”

Terzo was giving you an out and there was that small, very intimidated voice inside of you telling you to take it. Six men. You were surrounded by six men. All of which were a varying degree of horny, and were prepared to fuck the life out of you in the middle of the Ministry’s forest. But there was a crazy part of you that just so happened to be winning your internal struggle that wanted you to go on with your bargain. You lost, fair was fair, and the thought of the very same men who had hunted you down like an animal taking turns on you was enough for your entire body to light up in anticipation.

“What say you, tesoro?” Terzo prompted.

You were silent for a moment. “I lost… time to face the consequences.”

Terzo’s face lit up with excitement even though he tried to keep his cool about it. He raised his hands and stood up, taking a few steps back. “Omega caught her, I think it’s only fair he should be the first to have a turn.”

“Thank you, Papa.” Omega responded. He flipped you onto your back and knelt down in between your legs drinking in the sight of your body. Omega was a big lad, nice and chunky - a little smaller than the average rugby player. Your habit, in your struggle, had rose up and allowed him a glimpse of your thighs and panties which had all the Ghouls groaning when they saw you. As one of Terzo’s favourite Siblings, you tended to be off-limits to most members of the Clergy - though it was more of an unspoken rule than an actual enforced law. But the Ghouls were certainly never allowed to touch you in a sexual manner. But they wanted to. Oh, did they really want to.

Omega ran his hands up and down your exposed thighs, feeling the way your body moved at his touch and appreciating this once in a lifetime opportunity. But with four of his brothers and his Papa watching, he knew he wouldn’t be able to savour this moment for much longer. And thus, he began to undress you - maneuvering you into whatever position he needed to in order to completely rid you of your clothes, shoes and all. He hooked his hands underneath your panties and pulled them down - the final item of clothing now removed and leaving you as naked as the day you were born in the middle of the forest.

He used his spit to lube up his fingers and set to work on your core, gently rubbing this thumb over your clit to get you relaxed enough to take his other fingers. At this point you were only letting out little whimpers of pleasure given that his fingers felt good, but they weren’t really hitting the spot just yet. This was the warm-up, not the sprint portion of the night, and you could tell that he was trying to take care of you. That was until he deemed you wet enough to take his middle finger inside of you.

“Tap up, Omega.” You heard Terzo say from somewhere in the distance. “It drives her crazy when you do.”

Omega nodded and obeyed, and immediately you released a loud moan that seemed to echo through the trees. You didn’t know how far away it reached, but you hoped it wasn’t loud enough for passers by to come looking and discover the scene. It didn’t take long of Omega stretching your cunt out before he was able to add another finger and increase the pleasure you were feeling. Your hands immediately flew to your breasts, your own fingers working at your sensitive nipples as your hips bucked to take more of the pleasure Omega was giving you. You looked over at the other Ghouls, each one also at various stages of arousal. Gale and Moss were rubbing their hard cocks through their pants, their eyes trained on your body and the way it was moving at both your hands and Omega’s. Alpha and Stream had, by this point, pulled their dicks out entirely and were brazenly stroking themselves at the sight of you. You looked at Terzo who was leaning up against the log you had been pulled out from underneath, his arms folded and his cock hard in his pants but completely untouched. His mismatched eyes were dark with lust and also focussed entirely on the scene in front of him. Terzo was the only one out of all of them here who knew your body like the back of his hand. He should after all the time he’d spent buried deep inside you.

“Alpha,” Terzo’s voice sounded, “she needs something in her mouth. Feed her your cock.”

Alpha, “Yes, Papa.”

Omega’s twin bounded over and knelt at your head, his hard cock now fully in your face. He was long and thin - he wasn’t going to make your jaw ache but he was going to make you gag on him. A little bigger than average. You lifted your head up and started working on his length, focussing on his sensitive and uncut head first before even attempting to battle the rest of him. There was also something so degradingly hot about everyone talking about you as though you weren’t there. How all of the questions about you and your body were directed to Papa rather than you, simply because you, like the Ghouls, belonged to Terzo and thus, he had spent more time with you than anyone else.

It was as you were beginning to suck on Alpha’s balls you heard the zipper come down on Omega’s trousers. He spat once onto his cock and rubbed it around before placing himself at your entrance. “Are you ready, Sister?”

You nodded.

Omega was a little smaller than his brother, and you were actually quite grateful for it. Omega was perfectly average sized, just right for the first cock of the night that’s for sure. You thought he was going to just dive right into you, but in reality, he merely didn’t want to exhaust you too soon. He began slowly, easing himself in and out at a speed that was almost teasing, as if he were trying to drive you crazy. Though, when he picked up the pace, the sound of his skin slapping against yours practically drowned out the sound of the other four groaning at the sight of you getting fucked on the forest floor. Omega couldn’t help himself once he noticed how incredible you felt. The rest of the Ghouls had all shifted somewhat closer to each you for a better look, but you hadn’t noticed to begin with.

“How does she feel, boys?” Terzo asked.

“She’s got such a tight pussy, Papa.” Omega commented.

“Her throat opens up so well for me.” Alpha added, punctuating his sentence with a loud groan. “I can’t wait anymore.” You overheard Alpha utter. “Open up, Sister. I can no longer handle this.”

While Omega pushed his cock deeper into your cunt with his aggressive pace, Alpha slipped his length into your mouth. When Omega fucked into you very hard and laughed at the squeak you let out, which was then followed by a moan. Alpha felt it; your moan made him feel it vibrate around him. “There she is.” His hand tangled in your exposed hair as he pushed himself deeper into your throat.

“She fucking loves this, doesn’t she?” Omega commented.

“Of course she does,” said Terzo. “She can be a bit of a whore when she wants to be.”

When you squeezed Omega, he let out an especially loud moan from between your legs. “Fucking hell, Sister. You feel so good.” He continued thrusting, his pace picking up a lot more. This time there was less control and precision. “She’s gonna make me cum. I’m so close.”

Terzo looked at you and moved a little closer so he could watch. “You want his cum, tesoro?”

You moaned around Alpha in affirmation.

“Omega, pull out and cum somewhere else.”

“But-”

“Only I get to cum inside her.”

After one particularly harsh thrust, Omega pulled himself out of you and came on your pubic mound, his timing not good enough to hit anywhere else. You felt the drips of his seed pour onto your skin as he kept rubbing the head of his cock, trying to brand you as much as he could before the next Ghoul came to play.

Given that his cock was already out, Stream was the next one. But instead of going straight for your cunt, he straddled your stomach. “Someone else can come and take this pussy,” he said reaching behind him and giving it a smack, “I want these beauties.”

Terzo gestured to another one of the Ghouls, “Moss, get your ass over here.”

“Yes, Papa.”

Moss was the calmest of all of Terzo’s Ghouls, and usually the most respectful. Which absolutely played out that night. He knelt down in between your legs and again lubed his finger with his spit. “Papa, may I make her cum?” So fucking polite.

Terzo chuckled a little. “Of course.” He replied, tapping Moss’ shoulder.

Moss immediately got to work, using two of his hands to finger you. His left thumb played with your clit as three of his fingers worked your g-spot and refused to let up their pace.

Alpha was now pushing his cock further into your throat, being a little rougher with his thrusts. Terzo’s white gloved hand came to yours and gave it a little squeeze, his eyes looking at you quizzically as if to ask if it was too much. It wasn’t. The idea of all these men using you for their own pleasure should have made you sick at the thought, but the objectification you were feeling only added to your arousal. And so, Alpha just taking what he wanted had you clenching around Moss’ fingers.

Stream, at this point, had pushed your breasts together and started thrusting between them, occasionally spitting in the valley between them to lube your skin up and make the slide more comfortable for him. His thrusts were a lot rougher than Omega’s, and you knew most of that was down to the fact he had been playing with himself as you were being used by the first two Ghouls. “How’s that mouth feeling, Alpha?” Stream asked, watching his cock as it was engulfed in your tits.

“Fucking sinful. She takes it so good. It was like she was made for it.”

“Papa’s gonna kill me for saying this, but I been thinking about these tits for so fucking long. Always wanted to do this.”

Moss, “She just tightened around my fingers.”

Stream, “No shit? I guess she likes hearing about what a tempting Jezebel she is, hm?”

You moaned which earned a similar one from Alpha. “Oh yes she fucking does, listen to those whines. Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Pull out!” Papa instructed.

Like Omega, Alpha didn’t pull out as fast as he would have liked. So instead of his cum landing at a more comfortable place on your body, it ended up spilling all over your face, but primarily on your lips, effectively sealing them shut. If you were to open them, Alpha’s cum would just start pouring in. Papa hit the back of his head and gestured vaguely to your face, basically telling him to move his shit before it causes a problem. And so, instead of using his hands, Alpha rubbed his softening and sensitive cock to smear himself around your face and away from your mouth and nose. This meant a lot of it slipped down your cheeks and into your hair, already matted with leaves and soil from the forest floor.

As soon as Alpha walked away, your mouth opened and let out the loudest whine. Hips bucking and a knot tightening in your stomach, you only managed to let out a, “Oh fuck!” before you were cumming around Moss’ fingers. Your hips bucked more violently at the orgasm that was ripping through you, and when you made eye contact with Moss, you saw his eyes light up. He did that. He made you cum. Omega didn’t bother he only stretched you out to make it hurt less, neither did Alpha or Stream even make an attempt for you. That was all Moss’ work. And if you could see his face, you were sure he looked like the cat that got the cream.

The sight of your cum-covered face contorting into an orgasm forced Stream to tip over the edge afterward, his cum now shooting out over your neck and spilling off your skin and into your hair, joining Alpha’s. “Fucking hell!” Stream moaned as his thrusts got weaker and weaker until they stopped altogether. He climbed off you and tucked himself back into his jeans, giving Omega a high five when he’d joined the twins watching the scene play out without them.

“Are you okay, tesoro? Do you want to stop?” Terzo asked, on his knees next to you and holding your hand.

“‘m fine, Papa. It feels so good.” Your voice was very husky and strained as you spoke, Alpha’s cock having done a number on you when he used your throat.

Terzo kissed your hand. “Use the safe word when you need to, amore mio. I’ll kill them if I have to.”

You laughed at his protectiveness but knew it wouldn’t be necessary. The intimate moment you were sharing with your lover was broken by the timid voice of Gale coming over to take his turn. “Papa… may I take her ass? I don’t want to hurt her throat any more than it already is.” His posture was nervous - not because he was typically afraid of Terzo, just because he was a naturally nervous guy. Never wanted to burden or kick up a fuss.

Terzo looked at you, and at your slight nod he gave Gale and Moss permission to do what they needed to as long as they were gentle. Moss lay on his back beside you and beckoned you to straddle him to grant Gale easy access to your ass. Moss took this opportunity to play with your clit once more, circling and swirling his fingers around you to distract you from Gale’s fingers prodding at your second hole. He also used his spit as lube, but made sure he was really taking his time with you because he knew just how painful it would be if he didn’t.

Your second orgasm hit you when Moss’ fingers were moving quickly in tight circles around your clit and Gale was three fingers deep in your ass. The sensation wasn’t one you were used to, as you and Terzo never really did anal that much. But being so full in one hole and empty in the other felt oddly pleasant.

When you were ready, Moss lined his cock up with your entrance and pushed at your hips, sinking you down onto him and taking him completely. Moss was thick - really thick - but a little too short to hit that sweet spot at the back of your pussy. The drag of him against your walls was exquisite though, and every time he bounced you off his hips you could feel him gently brush against your heavily abused g-spot.

Gale entered you next, his cock moving much slower than Moss’ did just to make sure that you were comfortable. Gale, much like the twins, was average sized - or rather, just right. Not so big he hurt you, but not so small you couldn’t feel him. And the added thickness of Moss meant that every part of you was stimulated wonderfully.

The two Ghouls set a pretty even pace to begin with ensuring that you were always full with at least one of them. Every time Moss pulled out, Gale pushed in and vice versa. Eventually,

“Oh, Azmodeus!” You heard Gale grunt from behind you after a particularly sharp thrust. “Sister, your ass hole feels so tight!”

Moss, “Her cunt, too. I won’t last much longer if she keeps squeezing like this!”

“Spank her.” You heard Terzo say from above you.

You felt Gale’s hand come down on you harshly, making you tense and clench around Moss’ cock. “Fuck!”

“She gets tighter, doesn’t she?”

“So much!” He shuddered at the sensation.

Gale, laughing, did it again, this time harder. You clenched again and watched Moss fall apart beneath you. Gale took your ass, while Moss played with your cunt, once again touching your clit and as they felt you tighten, they refused go gentle with you. You found yourself screaming the more merciless they became. That rhythm they built before got faster, and so much rougher, causing your cries to amplify and echo between each of the trees. It felt so incredible to be fucked like that. Two cocks at the same time, rubbing against each other while they were inside you and hitting every single spot so good. You loved the feeling of it.

Terzo’s eyes were blown out to the point where he looked completely crazy. He crouched down to the side of you, at first watching your holes get obliterated by his two Ghouls, but then to the look of pleasure on your face. You reached out to him, your hand holding onto the base of his neck and top of his shoulder as you were railed, your eyes flicking between his eyes and his lips. He got the hint, and leaned forward crashing his lips to yours and giving you the intimacy that you were clearly desperate for. His tongue entered your mouth, and his hand ran all over the parts of your body that he could reach. When he pulled away, he spoke. “Tell me, tesoro, how does it feel?”

“So good, Papa! I - sh-shit - I feel like I’m about to burst.” The moans you were making were absolutely pornographic, but they were real noises being ripped from you. It drove Terzo absolutely insane to hear. A small part of him loved watching his Ghouls use you for their pleasure, he loved hearing what they were doing and he loved that you were feeling so good because of it. He loved that he was also the one calling the shots, ordering them to do things but saving parts of yourself for him.

“You like it when other men fuck you, hm?”

“I do! B-but Papa’s cock is the best!”

“That’s my good girl. Will you cum for us, tesoro?”

“Yes, Papa!”

Moss’ fingers, for the third time that night, tipped you over the edge. Your holes had the both of them trapped in a vice grip as you collapsed onto Moss’ clothed chest. Once you let them both go, they pulled out of you and lay you back on your back, knelt over you, and jerked themselves off until their cum added to the rest of the dried stains on your body. both men moved away to allow Terzo space to get down to your level. He lifted your chin up and made you look at him. You were so fucked out, Terzo didn’t know whether to feel sorry for you or fuck you until you passed out.

He whispered, “Can you take any more, tesoro?”

You nodded.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Papa.”

He kissed you hard, positioning himself between your legs and taking his cock out of his trousers without breaking the kiss. Eventually, he lined himself up and entered you, his body draping over yours and keeping your faces as close as possible. Terzo was not only blessed by Satan in his name, but also in his anatomy. Terzo sported as much thickness as was proportionate, and always stretched you to your limits as though he were made for you. He would always hit the right spots inside you, and have you seeing stars every time you came on his cock. He continued to kiss you, dote on you, a gloved hand moving down to play with your clit as he snapped his hips, those fucking hips that knew how to love you right. He slammed himself into you, over and over again, trying to be gentle at first but the images of his Ghouls taking turns on you turning him into a horny and feral monster.

“Is this enough for you, slut?” He asked. “Having the sixth cock inside you. You sated enough?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Papa!”

“Look at you. You’re an absolute fucking mess. You’re filthy. I like my whores filthy, though.”

“Oh fuck!” You exclaimed. Your voice was hoarse from screaming all night. You couldn’t keep it in. Even when you had cocks in your mouth you couldn’t stop the noise from coming out. “Feels so good!”

“How are you still so tight after taking all those cocks? Fucking hell, ___. You’re gonna make me cum so hard. You’re such a good fucking girl.”

Terzo wasn’t a stranger to praising you in bed. Though he enjoyed degrading you, he also knew when it was too much. And right now you had been a good girl for him, for all of them, and you deserved the praise. You felt so good around him. He loved your cunt so much. It’s why you were his favourite, you aligned so perfectly in taste and sensation. He loved wrecking you until you were nothing but a shell of what you were when you entered his room, and you loved being the victim of his frustrations and desires. And even though he was fucking in front of his subordinates, this was still the best sex he’d ever had with you. He was moaning and grunting louder than he ever had before, whispering sweet nothings in your ear in both Italian and English, and his fingers expertly working you, making sure you came before he did.

“Oh God, amore mio. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum. Shit. Oh fuck!”

Terzo was sure he’d never cum that hard and that much in his life. So much of it spilled out onto the floor when he’d finally pulled out of you. Terzo was breathless, but he was nowhere near as exhausted as you.

You stayed there, weak and unable to move, you could barely keep your eyes open. All you could think about was how amazing that felt. But Terzo would be damned if he let you pass out, butt naked on the cold, dirty floor of the Ministry’s forest.

You don’t remember how you wound up in Terzo’s bed - you don’t even remember it being the next morning. But there you were, swaddled in his deep red, velvet sheets with his hairy and naked arm draped over you. There was not a part of your body that wasn’t sore - and also thoroughly cleaned. The cum and the majority of the dirt had been cleaned off you, no doubt Terzo did that when he’d got his Ghouls to bring you inside - or at least, you assumed as much. If you were awake for any of it, none of it was coming to mind.

Waking up next to Terzo was always an intimate affair. He loved waking up to your kisses all over his face, but this morning he was awake before you, giving you a lazy and sleepy smile. “How are you feeling now, tesoro?”

“Sore, but I’ll survive.”

He placed a kiss to your temple. “You need to rest, little one. Come, snuggle into me as you like to do. Sleep some more.”

“Anything you say, Papa.”

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

[bewitched-bee]

Kinktober Week Day 3

Thigh Riding- Omega Ghoul x Fem!Reader

I will state it every day, minors don’t interact!

CW: Thigh riding, Praise, Degradation, Small bit of tail play...yet again let me know if I missed anything

I go over to Omega and straddle one of his thighs. "What are you doing there doll" he asks as his hands rest on my hips. "Wanna use your thigh to get off" I reply, I see a smirk spread across his lips.

"Alright use me then" he replies removing his hands from my hips. "What you're not going to guide me" I ask. "Nope this is all you...you wanted to use my thigh so go for it" he says. His hands now rest on the back of the couch.

I pull him in for a kiss and his tail wraps around my hips. The spade of it teases my clothed clit, I pull away from Omega's lips and whine. "Don't do that" I say, I see him smirk at me. "Alright your wish is my command" he says completely removing his tail from around me.

I grab his shoulders to steady myself before I start rocking against his thigh. "Oh shit" I moan out as the pleasure courses through my body. "There you go...just like that...such a good girl" he says as he bounces his leg.

"Shit...Mega....don't do that" I say as a shockwave of pleasure runs through me. "I think you enjoyed that....should I do it again?" "Not yet" I say as I stop my movement to readjust how I was straddling his thigh. I feel how wet I am, I must've soaked through my underwear at this point.

"I can smell your arousal darling...you must be dripping" Omega says. I get back on his thigh and start moving again. The friction from my underwear made the pleasure increase. I grip onto his shoulders again as I move my hips a bit faster.

"So pathetic...using my thigh to get off" Omega says. I let out a whimper as I feel a knot start building in my stomach. My hips stutter as I lose my rhythm. Omega lets out a chuckle before he bounces his leg again.

I bite my lip to hold in a moan. "M-Mega don't do that I won't last long" I say. "I don't think you're lasting long anyway so why don't you let me have my fun and bounce my leg" he says.

He continues to bounce his leg and I feel myself draw closer to an orgasm. I grip one of his horns as my other hand grips his shirt. He lets out a pleased rumble which sends vibrations all throughout my body.

My breath gets uneven and I feel the knot in my stomach tightening more and more. My grip on Omega tightens as I continue to rock against his thigh. Within a few seconds I feel my orgasm wash over me. Omega's name falls from my lips as I ride out my high.

I slow my movement as I release my grip on him. Once my orgasm ends I shakily get off of his thigh. "Did you enjoy yourself" he asks teasingly. I nod my head "more than you will ever know." I reach my hand out and he grabs it, "wanna go take a bath" he asks.

"Yes please a nice relaxing bath with you sounds amazing" I reply. He stands up and picks me up. "What are you carrying me for" I ask chuckling. "Just felt like it" he replies as he walks toward the bathroom.

[coqvttes]

୨୧― KINKTOBER: ❝DON'T BE GENTLE❞ ― KÖNIG.

― ꒰ SIZE KINK ✰ KINKTOBER M.LIST ꒱ ―

୨୧˚ synopsis: after begging your gentle giant of a lover, könig to go rough on you, he lets loose tonight and shows you just how strong he really is...

୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw 16+ only, manhandling, size kink, p in v, petnames, degradation, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!könig, creampie, teasing, hairpulling, dacryphilia?, roughness, spanking, slapping, aftercare, lmk if i forgot anything!

୨୧˚ wc: 1.4k

your jaw hangs open and your glossy eyes are practically rolling back into your head as he pounds into your sopping cunt mercilessly. plump tits bouncing freely with every harsh thrust of his, causing your thoughts to grow hazy and dumb. his large, rough palms are stretched out on both sides of you, his rough fingers digging into the mattress, keeping you caged beneath his much larger frame.

you try your best to focus on his burly figure above you, but you keep whining as your little cunt struggles to take all of him in. your eyes become squeezed shut, your head turning to the side as you grow lost in the overwhelming pleasure, but you're alerted by the sudden light slap on your cheek. you gasp at the contact and more tears spill from your eyes.

"wan' you to ruin me, könig! don't want you to be gentle", you had pleaded fluttering your lashes at him innocently. and that's how you end up like this. tiny body pinned down on his king-sized bed as he forces his massive dick inside of your needy little cunt. all your little brain can manage to think about is how big he is.

gosh, you've never felt so full with how he's meanly bullying his cock into your drooling cunt with no remorse whatsoever. your shaky little hands gripping onto his huge bulging biceps with so much strength that if were he another man, it would hurt — but no, he's könig of course.

your mind is void of coherent thoughts as all you can manage to do is moan delightedly, accepting all that he gives you. with his strong arms he moves both of your legs up to rest on his shoulders. a high-pitched pornographic moan slips from your lips as you get used to the new angle.

his thick cock hitting all of the sweet spots inside of you, encouraging hot tears to roll down your cheeks. your fingers slide up his toned abdomen, needing to feel anything and everything that's his. he takes in the sight of you beneath him and he almost feels bad for being so rough with you, but he keeps his composure.

with the lewd medley of the headboard banging into the wall, wet squelching, your sweet moans, and obscene skin-on-skin slapping noises, the sounds bouncing off the walls of your bedroom are purely sinful. creating a tune that he doesn't ever want to forget, and neither do you.

your watery innocent eyes plead with his own as if begging him to slow down. but no, the last thing you want him to do right now is slow down. shaky hands reach up to his broad shoulders, trying to hold onto him for purchase and your lips part as you try and push yourself up in a frantic attempt to kiss him.

your body desperately yearning for his gentle touch in contrast to his brutal movements. you're relieved he begins to lean down, his lips merely inches away from your own, but he doesn’t kiss you. you let out a pitiful whine and he almost laughs at you with how pathetic you’re being.

in a single moment, with little effort, he cruelly pulls out of your warmth, flipping you over onto your tummy. you squeal at how easy it is for him to manhandle you around into different positions that suit his liking. you hate to admit that his strength alone turns you on so much. before you can complain to him, he’s pushing into you again, picking up on the brutal pace as if nothing had happened.

"du bettelst immer darum, gefickt zu werden, nicht wahr, kleine schlampe?" he snarls, snapping his hips against yours. (always begging to get fucked aren't you, little slut)

pathetic moans and cries spill from your lips into the sheets as he pounds into you mercilessly, his calloused palms gripping onto your hips so tight you’ll probably have bruises in the morning.

"du magst es, wenn ich dich eine schlampe nenne hm, dirty girl?" his rough movements are relentless as he makes no effort to slow down. (you like it when i call you a slut hm, dirty girl)

your mewls are muffled by the bed and he's having none of it. he raises his hand slightly before bringing it back down, spanking you. you lunge forward from the sensation. he then pulls your head up from the mattress by your hair, but not too hard, he doesn’t want to hurt you.

“say it.” he punctuates each of his words with a harsh thrust.

“y-yes! i love it—mmm!” you blubber out desperately, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you for dear life. he lets go of your hair and you can practically hear his satisfied smirk as his thrusts grow stronger, deeper and faster, rutting into you like an animal. you take it like a good girl, his good girl as if you were made for him. 

he applies just enough pressure with his palm pressing down on your lower back that makes you arch just perfectly. his rough palms kneading into your arse whilst you let him use you as he pleases.

just as you feel your climax approaching, he stops thrusting, hot tears spill down your cheeks as your fists bunch up the sheets beneath you. your weeping cunt clenches around him, dragging a gluttonous groan from his mouth. he leans down, pressing his chest to your back, his lips lingering just by your ear.

“say please, schatz,” you just know he’s grinning evilly behind you and you lose all sense of self-respect, just wanting to cum so bad.

“p-please! wanna cum please, i’ll be good!”

satisfied with your answer he gives you no warning as he slips back into you with ease, the wetness of your cunt sucking him in making it easy for him to thrust into you. you slowly feel your knees starting to give out, but thats not a problem, he holds you up easily and you feel your muscles tensing as you feel your orgasm approaching.

the sounds of his grunting, the squelching noises from your cunt, and the tingling in your core cause your mind to go numb and your body to spasm as you cum around him with a high-pitched cry, collapsing into the bed.

he follows moments after you, driving into you a few more times before his hips stutter as he releases inside of you, making you feel full and warm with him. as you catch your breath, his fingers, now gentle, run up and down your back tenderly in a soothing motion.

“was i too mean to you, schatz?” his voice is different now, it’s genuine and caring. he pulls out of you slowly, gently turning you over so he can see your pretty face. you shake your head and tug him down for a kiss. you sigh into his lips, finally getting a taste of his lips that you'd been yearning for the whole night. 

"i'll be right back, liebling." pulling away from you, he smiles down at your post-euphoric state. sliding off of the bed, he slips his briefs back on and disappears into the bathroom for a few minutes before returning with a playful grin.

slipping into your warm embrace, he wastes no time in cradling you in his brawny arms. you almost laugh at his switch of character, how he was just moments earlier, fucking your brains out and now he's picking you up in his arms like his sweetheart. supporting you from under your knees and arms, he carries you to the bathroom, you smile fondly at the sight of a warm bath ready just for you.

he carefully lowers you down into the porcelain tub and you exhale contently as your sore body makes contact with the warm temperature of the bathwater along with the sweet smell of your lavender soap, and the gentle touch of könig's palm as he strokes your blushing cheek tenderly.

and after a few heartbeats of watching you bathe, he just can't help himself before getting into the tub behind you, the water splashing everywhere as his much larger body envelopes yours. pulling your bare back flush against his chest, your frame now trapped in his loving embrace. in that moment you just know, he'll always care for you, your one and only könig.

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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.

[princessbrunette]

kinktober : oct 11th

simon riley x housewife kink

simons never really had anyone that was so willing to please him and serve him on their own free will, so of course it’s going to turn him on to no end.

it was the way you looked in the kitchen on a lazy sunday, his tshirt hanging off your shoulder, not aware of his hulking presence standing in the doorway watching you stir the gravy you’d made for the sunday roast you were making (which really makes him feel at home, god) he never thought about having anything this domestic, but you make that life look so good.

it was the way you can just sense when he’s had a bad day, greeting him in the living room when he drops down on the couch, huge body sprawled out, and you crawl between his legs and get to work, gagging on his thick length until the sour memory of his day is replaced by the feeling of your sweet mouth around him.

it was the way you look at him whenever he whips out cash to pay for whatever you want — those sweet adoring doe eyes. he made alot from the military, it’s true — but simon was never a big spender, and didn’t like to treat himself unless he really had to — so as you can imagine, the man let’s you go wild with his credit card. “whatever you want. s’not like i’m gonna spend it.” he gruffs, nonchalantly sliding his card into your hand when you’re rambling about an outfit you’d had your eye on.

he doesn’t want to rush into things, simons scared — and the thought of scaring you off with a proposal is constantly weighing on his mind, his true feelings towards the matter only coming out when he had you bedded, your sweet self having offered yourself to him after he’d had a long day. he’s got your legs over his strong shoulders, the base of his cock creamy from releases as you wail, his thick veiny hand pressing down on your lower stomach. this is where simon really gets vulnerable, a rare but delightful occurrence.

his vulnerability comes in filthy promises. “th’s it doll, taking me like a fuckin’ pro. could do this for the rest of my life. you want that, yeah? want me to stick a big shiny rock on that pretty little finger? make you my little wife? what would people think hm? sweet little thing like you lugging round a big old man like me. gonna know my pretty wife gets f’king destroyed every night. you want that don’t you, pet?” you can barely work out what he’s saying because he rambles it all into one breath, grunting into your shoulder as his balls slap against you, pushing you towards one final orgasm and himself toward his first release. you could barely think straight, but you knew a conversation was due after he’d finished emptying his balls into you.

[m0rbidmacabre]

KINKTOBER 2023 - DAY 20 - BITING

Dracopia X Reader 

Words: 2,600

Summary: You meet Dracopia in New Orleans, it’s been centuries since the end of the emeritus bloodline. He yearns for a family. Will you become his?  

Warnings: vampires, blood, bloodsucking, lust, oral sex, fingering, hot and sweaty mess.  

BELOW HERE IS NSFW

READ HERE ON AO3

Copia sat alone, wondering why life had dealt him this low blow. He had lived for thousands of years in the shadows by now. His unusual family was all lost to the essence of time. Copia was of the great Emeritus family line, a mainly Italian family line that had died out long ago. In their prime, the emeritus family had been the head of the satanic church, they had served the dark lord well for many long years, Leading many lost souls to him.  

After Copia's reign as Papa of the head of the church he lost his way, and his life was unravelling. No longer needed in his lifelong purpose of being Papa. He decided to travel the world in his retirement to see if life could find him something new to fulfil his empty lonely life but little did he know it had other plans for him. One night at a bar he met a man who was strange and alluring, his scent was breathtaking, it called to Copia. They sat and talked for hours in the darkness and in his drunk state he let all his emotions go. He lost himself for days afterwards, he lost all sense of time, all sense of where he was; coming to his senses a week or so later... a broken man, no... a different creature. He had been turned into a vampire. He guessed it was the man that he had met at the bar that had turned him, but they never saw each other again. All he had left of the man that welcomed him to the undead was the teeth marks that he left on his shoulder, a reminder of his now eternal life. It was a twist of fate worse than death for Copia.  

During his time in New Orleans, he spent many days and nights in the local bar, hiding away in the shadows, drowning his sorrows with the surrounding locals who were not enjoying Mardi Gras’ allure of passion and fun. The streets were lined with bright lights, music and the happy laughter of tourists who were enjoying the festival. Copia wasn't enjoying himself; as much as he loved the music and the intense feel of emotion the crowds brought, his mood was sour and low. He missed his church, missed being in the arms of his beloved sisters and brothers. People he thought understood him until he retired as Papa and the church simply moved on. He was replaced. he was still not over his rejection from the church he loved so much, even though it had been more than a thousand years. He was now a creature of the night, a vampire. He was a shell of the man he once was. 

You sat nestled in the corner of the bar in the inn you were staying at, it was dark in here just like you liked it. You had had enough of partying, you were worn out, tired and your feet hurt. You sat there nursing a glass of red wine when you felt eyes on you, you looked around and saw no signs of someone watching you, but it freaked you out all the same. It was like you felt eyes everywhere, like everyone was intently focused on you. It made you shiver, and you tried to ignore it as you finished your drink. Before you finished your wine a gentleman approached you and asked if you needed some company, you humoured him as you were starting to feel uncomfortable of the thought that someone was watching you and let him sit. You didn’t plan on being here for much longer anyway before you retired to your room, what harm could it do?  

He sat across from you making awkward small talk, half talking in English and half mumbling in what you thought was Italian and by this point you were just happy to be sitting with someone who wasn’t your typical average male, people interested you. Especially if they were stranger than your average everyday male. He was wearing a tight black suit, that hugged his figure and a black cape that covered his shoulders held together with an intricate brooch. His skin was deathly pale, almost see through... his face was sharp, but you sensed a softness behind it somewhere... he had just a thin black moustache framing his face.  

“Would you like another drink? “Copia said to you. “What would you like? My treat”  

You looked up at him and replied “Just another red wine please, thank you”  

You didn’t think it was strange that he offered you a drink, after all, you were a pretty female. Lonely men often sort you in these situations just to grab your interest.  

“So what has brought you to New Orleans” he said to you clearly noting that you were a tourist  

“Mardi gras” you answered “I like to come and listen to live Jazz and enjoy the atmosphere it creates around here. It gets pretty wild, I like it” you said swilling the wine in your glass 

He looked at you like an animal circling its dead prey, he had strange eyes that made him all the more alluring to you. One was as black as night, and the other as white as lights of heaven. It was almost as if they were an image of heaven and hell themselves.  

You sat and talked for what felt like an age; the idea of you leaving for the night was long gone, you sat and talked about music, literature and art and how your life had become in recent years. Anything and everything he found interesting, and he listened intently as if he was interested to hear about your average work-a-day life.  

“I have to leave” he said at dawn “but would you like to join me this coming evening?” Copia said to you. “of course” you replied.  

You weren’t due to go home for another few days and he seemed nice. Throwing caution to the wind wasn’t your normal reaction to people, you were normally guarded, but your interests were the same, he was intelligent, and you found an aura in him that allured your senses in an almost magical way, like he was calling you into him. That he was home.  

“There’s a house by the old graveyard yard in town if you could meet me there at dusk, I could show you my music collection and we could talk more.“ he said to you interested to see your reaction as he worked his magic on you knowing full well you wouldn’t be able to resist his pull, after all, you were human, and he was right. You sat and thought for a moment about your decision and nodded. He stood to say his goodbyes and kissed the back of your hand passionately.  

“Till tonight, Bellissima” he whispered passionately into your ear, and just like that he was gone. You gazed toward the window and noticed it was almost time for sunrise. You went upstairs to your room for a few hours of sleep, before you had to get up and start your day all over again.  

As dusk rolled around you decided it was time to get ready for your date with Copia, the man you met last night. you chose an extra tight red velvet dress, that hugged your hips and showed off your large breasts in the right places. You pulled your hair up into a tight ponytail, the tightly shaped hair cascading down your back.  

You left the inn just before 7 pm, the streets alight with a warm glow. Every bar you passed was buzzing with people feasting and having a good time. Music drifted through the air, making the evening almost magical. You reached your destination as the sun went down, it was a tall gothic house, with black and gold woodwork, the roof was tall and led to a point. Surrounding the house were large dark gates, that swirled and snaked their way around the house leading into a neatly kept garden. You opened the gate and made your way up the path towards the door, knocked, and waited in anticipation.  

The door opened. There stood Copia in a tight black suit and he looked at you with widened eyes “Bellissima, you look stunning. Please, come in”. You gave him a wide smile and walked through the door. You heard the click of the door behind you and then a hand on your waist. Copia guided you through the old house, it was almost as gothic as the outside and just as intricately decorated. You stopped at a large open room with a huge fireplace. “Please, sit,” Copia said as he pulled you towards an armchair by the fire. The fire was licking at the wood that had been strategically placed in its grasp, warming the room with its soft orange glow. He disappeared for a moment and returned with a glass of red wine for you. You gave him a smile  

“I see you remember,” you said to him.  

“Si, how could I ever forget” he smiled.  

He moved to the back of the room for a moment and all of a sudden music appeared in the air.  

“Are we going to be eating tonight? I don’t know how many of these I can take before I lose all senses” You laughed to him lifting up your wine.  

“Oh, no. I thought we might skip your meal and have some fun instead” Copia replied, “Would you like to dance?”  

You offered him your hand and he pulled you to your feet with a smile, taking your waist and putting a hand on your back as he guided you. You were like a lamb to slaughter, and the hold he had over you was growing stronger. It was like your body and mind had completely been taken over by passion and lust for this man you had just met. There you swayed together, as the music and the moment became intense like electricity was whipping around every nerve ending in your body. You could feel your heart racing as you looked at him with doe eyes. Copia drew you backwards dipping your head and body into his arms, your hair draping almost touching the floor. He leaned in and kissed the nape of your neck passionately; you could feel the lust burning in his cold kisses as he sent stray kisses up the neckline of your velvety dress and along your chest almost stopping at your breasts. you felt his hesitation as he reached the top of your breast, but he inhaled deeply, grunted and carried on. He lowered the shoulder of your dress giving him more access to your neck and your chest. Cupping your breast in its black lacy bra that held them together, he slipped his kisses all the way along your breast... lowering your bra to find your nipple. His tongue rolled it over it feeling it stiffen in his mouth and he moaned against it. The vibration makes you return the moan that slipped from him. He lifted his head to meet your gaze, his jet-black hair messily hanging over his face with a smirk that could have been a mirror image of the devil had you not already been under his spell. It made you so wet to see his eyes glow with passion, his messed-up hair made him even more attractive. He pulled down the other shoulder of your dress, letting it fall to the ground leaving you stood your underwear and heels. He stepped backwards to look at you, admiring your human form. 

“Sei così splendida, lascia che ti prenda. Ti amerò per sempre.” he intensely said you.  

He moved closer, stalking you... taking in every moment of your skin in the glow of the fire. He grunted and moved in. He placed his hands on either side of your face, forcing your gaze to his. You can feel the lust burning in those eyes as he moves his lips to meet yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You taste him as he rolls it into your own, leaving a sweetness behind. You moan into his mouth as he moves his hands down towards your legs, stroking softly as he goes. Walking his fingers to find your core, he moves your panties sideways and invites himself to your hot mess. Thumbing your clit in circles you moan and writhe against him, leaning into his body as he takes you. Slipping a finger inside you, while he continues to work your clit. He can feel your heat beginning to rise for him as your core becomes wetter and wetter as he moves inside you slowly finding your sweet spot. Moaning into your neck, he removes his hands and picks you up wrapping your legs around his waist and bringing you towards the fire... all the while not stopping the hot kiss he places on your lips.  

He lays you down on the sheepskin rug in-front of the fire. He looks down at you, tilting his head. Licking his lips. He’s going to enjoy every moment of this, and he knows it. He is yearning for you, yearning to taste your heat. Kneeling down in front of you, he pulls off your lace panties letting them lay on the floor caught in your heel. Placing a kiss on your knee as he works his back between your legs coming to a stop at the top of your thigh right before your sex. You lose yourself in his intense aurora. He nibbles, kisses and then all of a sudden, bites your thigh, sucking tightly as he feels a rush of your warm blood hit him.  

He looks up at you with his fangs drawn, blood dripping down his smirked chin his eyes glowing red with passion. You look at him, studying his gaze, feeling hot and messy from the site of him and the mess he left between your legs. You moan his name, “Copia... Copia please” yearning for him to take you, take you as his own. “What do you want Bellissima, tell me. Let me worship you” 

“Take me, make me yours” you reply in a hastened breath and Copia responds quickly, moving back to your cunt he takes you in his mouth. Running his rough tongue over your clit and catching you with the side of his sharp fang, it sends you wild. He pushes two fingers inside you slowly breathing against your clit sending you hot heat and vibrations. You feel your body calling out in bliss, almost reaching the highs of orgasm as if the devil himself was between your legs lulling you to cum just for him. You let go moaning Copia’s name, and he grunts and growls as you do. He brings himself back up to his knees, the blood from your thighs still all over his chin now mixed with your sweet juices. The look in his eyes tells you that he needs you. He crawls up to you, resting his arms on either side of your head and leans into your neck taking in your intoxicated sent, he can take it anymore, he draws his fangs once more and bites into your neck feeling his own lust heighten, he moans as your blood spills into his mouth and he drinks your sweet nectar. Your life force entwining with his. You pass out, your world slipping from lust to darkness.  

“Bellissima, sarai mia” He moans against you.  

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── KINKTOBER DAY NINE

mirror sex w/ simon riley ─ female!reader

cw: reader being insecure, fingering, p in v, slight choking, slight hair pulling, soft dom simon, cum play(?)/finger sucking, PRAISE AND BODY WORSHIP (RAHHHH)

NSFT ✩ MINORS DNI (18+ ONLY)

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ✩ GENERAL MASTERLIST

“you can’t be serious, love.”

your shoulders shrugged softly as if to brush it off, as if this hadn’t been weighing on your heart so heavily.

“i just don’t-” you cut yourself off before sighing defeatedly, “i don’t like how i look right now. i prefer not to go out and just be home, where im not going to be hyper-aware of how i look.”

simon’s eyebrows pinched together in confusion, his eyes glazing over you entirely. you were perfect. he didn’t understand what there was not to like. but as you began to fidget under his stare, guilt ate at him.

guilt for not realizing your own insecurities had begun to eat at you and that they had festered to the point where him looking at you caused you to squirm. he leaned closer, hands rubbing up your thighs and towards your waist to pull you to him.

he sat you firmly on his lap, his face digging into your neck as he inhaled your familiar scent. “has my pretty girl not been feeling her best?”

your face grew hot as his hand laid on your belly, toying with the elastic of your shorts. you answered him with another shrug.

his fingers stilled for a brief moment, “do you want me to make you feel better, hm?”

you gave him a short nod before he pried your legs open. his fingers dipping between your thighs to rub at your clit through your shorts. a soft hiss leaving your mouth as you relaxed into him, “need you to tell me when you aren’t feeling good, baby.”

you whimpered when his fingers left your clit, standing up and taking you with him. his big hand moved back up to your belly as he guided you both to your bedroom.

when he walked the two of you past the room and into your bathroom, your eyebrows furrowed together.

“i thought-”

he nipped at your ear, closing the door behind him with his foot as he caged you in between the restroom vanity and his hard muscled chest. “we are. but i want you to look at yourself while i fuck you.”

his fingers slowly removed your shirt, pressing his hardening cock against your ass as he kissed down your throat, “want you to remember just how fucking beautiful you are.”

you were about to protest but a soft growl came from simon and the words died on your tongue. his fingers unclasping your bra. his eyes hungrily devouring the sight before him as his fingers skimmed over your belly and towards your breast.

“so pretty,” he mumbled more to himself, but it didn’t stop the familiar ache that began to throb between your thighs.

his thumb gently swiped across your nipple and it hardened beneath his touch. his face tucked into your neck as he groaned quietly, “fuck.”

through the mirror, he watched you with an almost drunken haze. watching the way your body reacted to his touch.

his fingers slowly pulled down your shorts, leaving you in only your underwear. his fingers slipping into the fabric and rubbing at your clit. sliding his thick fingers between your folds.

“already so wet for me.”

your face colored in embarrassment and tucked into his neck to not look at yourself anymore. simon gave a soft click of his tongue, showing his disapproval.

his unoccupied hand wrapped around your throat, tilting your face and forcing you to watch yourself. your thighs quivered gently as one of his fingers sunk into you.

“i said i wanted you to watch.”

you whimpered softly at the command in his voice, still so very gentle but firm that you felt it in your bones. your cunt clenched around his finger.

the flat of his palm laid against your puffy clit as he eased a second finger into you. “how could you possibly think you aren’t beautiful?”

your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head as his cock rutted against your ass. “do you have any idea of how many times i have to restrain myself from just fucking you wherever we’re at?”

you cried out softly as his fingers gently tightened around your throat, your eyes snapping back open to watch yourself as he fucked you with his fingers.

“or how many times i have to stop from fucking ripping the eyes out of some idiot who’s lookin’ at you for too long?”

you came around his fingers quickly and unexpectedly, and simon grunted when your thighs closed around his hand.

“you drive me crazy, baby. it’s not fair.”

you were breathless and loose, simon slipping his fingers out of you and towards your mouth. your lips instinctively wrapping around his fingers as you licked them clean.

you whined quietly when he pulled his fingers out, “see? you even taste good.”

his fingers unwrapped from your throat and your panties were being pulled down your legs. simon was spreading your thighs before you knew it.

his sweats pulled down only enough for his hard cock to be out. “no fair-”

he laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your hair as he tapped his cock against your clit, one hand on your stomach to keep you up right, your back against his chest. and the other guiding his shaft through your slick folds.

he pushed the tip of his cock into you, grunting softly, “say it, baby-”

your fingers gripped at the counter, even with him stretching you out with his fingers he was still so big. it always took some getting used to.

“say you’re my pretty girl.”

he sunk fully into you, pressing soft kisses to your hair before delivering short, shallow thrust.

your eyes had locked onto simon’s through the mirror, and maybe it was the conviction in his voice, or the sex haze, but either way you did feel it.

like you were his pretty girl.

“come on, baby. say it.”

one of his hands laid on your hip while the other tangled in your hair. his thrust increasing in speed as he grunted soft praises into your ear.

“i-im your pretty girl.”

“damn right you are.”

his thrust picked up pace, fucking into you as his arms wrapped around your body, pulling you and holding you against him. grunting into your ear as you squealed softly from pleasure.

“my sweet girl, you make such pretty noises too.”

you were sure your face couldn’t have burned hotter. his compliments seeping into your skin as you tightened around his cock.

your body spasming against his hold as he held your gaze through the mirror. fucking you through your orgasm.

a quiet groan fell from his mouth as he came, deep inside of you and not once did he let you go. the both of you panting and exhausted as he kissed your neck.

“want you to tell me next time you’re feeling like this. i’ll make sure to remind you just how lovely you are.”

and you knew that he would.

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day two: tail play (phantom/rain)

kinktober prompts curtesy of @kroas-adtam <3

anyways... this one was a little bit of a struggle! but i think they're cute <3 i hope you enjoy!

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Rain watches Phantom's tail whip around from where they sit in their armchair- it thumps against the couch as he plays his game with Swiss- excitedly yelling something unidentifiable to Rain as they watch it. The bright colours on the screen don’t keep their attention- just the way that Phantom's sweatpants rest low enough on his hips that the base of his tail is visible as it flits around, the thin spade slapping against the couch still. “Rain! Rainy! Did you see that move? Get fucked Swiss!” Phantom laughs, eyes shining as Swiss groans in the background. They hum an acknowledgement, unable to help the soft chuckle that leaves them. “It was a fluke! Rematch!” 

“Nope! I won fair and square! You have to do dishes tonight and I get to have fun with Rain~” Phantom looks all proud as Swiss keeps groaning- throwing the controller to the couch. 

“When did I get involved in this game of yours?” Rain chuckles again, head tilted towards the two. 

“Just a personal bet… damn it.” Swiss grumbles, getting up and disappearing into the doorway to the kitchen- presumably to go to the dishes that had piled up all day. 

Phantom grins at Rain, still having that mischievous look in his eyes as he gets up and takes Rains hand- starting to drag them out of their chair, “Cmon! Lets go Rainy, you’ll like this game a lot more.” 

His tone is tinged with something more suggestive, a saccharine sweet promise of something more to come- leading Rain to bonelessly follow after him without a word of complaint. Their sweet little Phantom, the pack baby- Rain has been tiptoeing at the edges. Biding his time, watched as the others flirted and took him to their beds… they waited. Waited patiently for Phantom to come to them- and come he did… 

Phantom locks his door behind them. Kissing them sweetly, looking at them with those purple and golden eyes and they’re putty in his hands. 

“I wanna make you feel good Rainy… can I?” 

Their knees go weak. 

“Yes…yes, please bat… “ 

That's all it takes, Phantom stripping Rain with practiced ease that would not have been expected. He presses heated kisses to their neck, smiling into their skin as Rain shivers. 

“Saw you watching my tail all night puddle… gonna make you feel good with it.” 

They’re stripped of their pants, cold hands slipping down their slit. He has Rain moaning with the movement, slick building in the folds. 

“Mmm! Yes… Please, want it…” Rain is groaning, letting themselves fall into Phantoms flow. He chuckles above them (when did they get to the bed?) and pumps a couple fingers into them. 

“I’ll see your pretty tentacle next time… yeah? Already so wet Rainy… cute.” Phantom collects their slick onto his fingers, whispering sweet words into the skin of their stomach as he rubs his tail with it. Rain watches with bated breath, nodding dumbly and licking their lips at the way he flushes with the action- their tails were so sensitive… 

“Ready puddle?” He doesn’t wait for Rain to answer, the spade of his tail beginning to push into their hole. The stretch around Phantom's spade burns in such a delicious way, that it has them both moaning with the movement. The spade pops into them with a sinfully wet sound, and Rain’s cheeks glow with their bioluminescent flush at it. 

“So tight Rainy… Satanas- you feel so good around my tail… so wet,” Phantoms voice sounds thick, and he’s biting his lip as he moves that tail up farther into them. 

“Oooh, fuck Phantom… feel so good in me..!” Rain slurs, their own tail thrashing against the bed. 

“Gonna make you cum on it… then we’ll have more fun yeah?” 

The grin on Phantoms face already has their thighs shaking with the promise in his tone. They’re going to have so much fun.