#swiss/aurora

[forlorn-crows]

kinktober day 23

facefucking with a nice dash of degradation, curtesy of one of our favorite female spitfires, aurora. swiss is gonna have some sore knees by the end of this, but thats certainly fine by him

Swiss shuffles on his knees as Aurora pulls him closer by a fistful of hair. The wood digs into his joints, but he doesn’t care. Not when she looks like that, a divine vision of lust and beauty stood perfectly above him. He sags as he takes her in: wet, shiny folds between strong, long legs. Her clit jutting out between her sex, plump and thick where it pushes out from beneath its hood. Taught stomach, cutting a long, sinful line up from the curve of her hips to between her tiny tits, stiff nipples poking out. A dusky pink blush settled over the top of her chest, bleeding upwards into the hollow of her throat. 

And, finally, her face, regarding him with a smirk and an air of confidence that makes his dick wet, bright cotton-candy eyes framed by equally bright hair, sparkling in their firm gaze.

“Please,” he spits out, nearly drooling.  

Aurora laughs. "You think a simple please is gonna get you my pussy?"

Swiss makes a noise in the back of his throat, pleading. 

"I already know you're a whore for it. But I want to hear you say it," the ghoulette lilts.

His cock kicks hard between his knees. A drop of pre wells up in the slit. Aurora notices that too, tilting her head with a smirk, yet still expecting an answer from him.

"Your whore," Swiss rumbles, digging his nails into the tops of his thighs until it stings. "Only for you."

The laugh Aurora lets out is hauntingly melodic, brash and disbelieving. "Oh, good boys don't lie," she sneers. "I've seen you with Rain. Try again."

Swiss' stomach twists. He takes a shaky breath, eyes roaming her body greedily. He's reminded of their antics on stage. The way she walks him like a dog, makes him do what she wants. 

He has to fight back a pathetic sound in the back of his throat.

"Whore for the way you use me. Push and shove me around. 'Cause you own me," he finally breathes. "Need you to own me, baby." 

Aurora hums. Her clit gives a little throb between her legs, and she tightens her grip on Swiss' hair. "That's better," she says at length. "You'll do anything I want." It's a statement, not a question, one that Swiss furiously and eagerly nods his head to agree to. 

"Good." She steps closer. Close enough that the tip of his nose grazes the end of her clit. 

He has to fight not to drool.

"You're gonna kneel here like a good little whore," she continues, swaying her hips, "and you're gonna take every inch of this pussy until you beg to come up for air."

"Fuck," Swiss says under his breath. "Please. Give it to me, please." 

Aurora shoves his face between her legs. He has to crane his neck a little, face normally hitting belly-button height on her when he’s kneeled. But he’ll gladly take a crick in his neck and a burn in his belly in order to drink her down. Swiss moans against her folds, tongue immediately working her over just the way he knows she likes—slow and hard over her lips, light and fluttering over the length of her clit. Over and over until the lower half of his face is coated in her, shiny with her thick slick. 

“That’s it,” Aurora breathes, rocking her hips against his chin. “So much nicer when you can’t talk. Using your big mouth for what it’s really for.”

Swiss could back-talk, if he wanted. Yank against her hold and charm his way out. But she’d just as easily leave him here, boney knees aching on the hardwood and thick cock dripping between them. And, despite the inevitable punishment that would greet his disobedience, he finds he’d much rather stay buried between Aurora’s thighs anyway, agreeing to every degrading thing she claims of him. 

Swiss groans against her, shoulders sagging like the only things keeping him up are his lips latched onto her clit. He suckles on it—long, indulgent pulls that make her gasp and whimper so pretty.

“Fu-uck, your fucking mouth, baby,” she laughs, tossing her head back. “You were made to eat pussy, weren’t you?”

Swiss whimpers through his nose, gazing up at her through long lashes. 

Aurora lessens her grip on his curls and drags her fingers down the side of his face, cupping his jaw with a smirk and running her thumb across the hollow of his cheek. His eyes flutter at the touch. “Bet you could cum just from eating me out,” she muses. 

Swiss makes a wounded noise of dissent, but his dick betrays him, kicking hard towards his stomach at her suggestion.

“No?” she asks. She pushes out her plush bottom lip in a teasing pout. Her hand migrates back up to the top of his head. She grips him by the horn instead and grinds against his face. “Shame. That would be a pretty sight.” 

He whines again, begging and purely pathetic—a noise he makes all too often in her company. He pushes his tongue between her folds, prodding at her slick entrance. The both of them groan with it. Swiss sags deeper, fingers twitching against the tops of his thighs, itching to get his fingers on—or in—her. 

“Fuck yeah,” she breathes. She throws one of her skinny legs over his shoulder, rocking up on the ball of her foot to sink further down on his tongue. He’s engulfed in her now—her full, slick lips sealed around his mouth and chin, stiff clit rubbing along the bridge of his nose, tongue sliding against her silky inner walls. 

Swiss makes a muffled chirp when she tips further forward, weight shifting dangerously. He has to lift his arms then, rough hands flying up to the backs of her thighs to keep her steady.vAurora feigns surprise, moaning as his hands grip her tight. “Oh, better not drop me, baby,” she says, voice rich and playful. “You wanna cum, don’t you?”

[cirrus-ghoulette]

Thinking about mean domme Aurora and Swiss with a disinterest kink.

Rory riding Swiss, her arms around his neck, chin on his shoulder while she texts someone.

"Hey! Don't buck up into me. I didn't say you could do that. Don't be so fucking *rude!"*

"S-Sorry, Rory..."

Aurora boredly painting her nails while Swiss goes down on her, "Ugh. This is boring. When are you actually gonna turn me on, Swissy?"

He fucks her on her back and she's just calling Cirrus while chatting about Swiss like he's not even there.

"Ugh... And like, it's not even big, y'know? It's such a letdown, honestly... And he's so fucking... He's got no rhythm, he's doing literally *nothing* for me right now, Cir. I wish it was you here instead."

"Quicker. Oh my Satan, can you actually trying to make me *feel good* or are you just fucking doing this for yourself? You're so rude. You're lucky I even let you fuck me."

And other such thoughts.

Aheem heem.

[dewdrops-whammy-bar]

re: the swissrora panty post, may i suggest vibrating panties and rory's got the remote clipped to her mic stand throughout the whole show 👀

FELIX. FELIX OH MY GOD. I AM GRABBING YOU AND SHAKING YOU.

Anyway here’s a horny-fueled something I wrote in my notes app. It’s messy. Enjoy.

Swiss may or may not be regretting this.

He hadn’t thought to test out how strong the vibrator could get before he’d slipped it into his panties on the tour bus. And now he was learning. Aurora was a devious little bastard, he’d give her that.

So now he was stood on stage, vibrator pulsing deliciously against his tdick, trying to act normal. Thankfully, his “normal” was usually quite horny, so it wasn’t too hard. Unlike him, he was very hard.

He could see Rory across the stage, casually clicking buttons on the little remote hidden in her palm. Each setting change sent more shockwaves up his spine. He tried not to let his voice falter or to accidentally moan into the mic.

The opening chords to Watcher in The Sky played and Swiss’s stomach sank. He suddenly realized Rory’s plan.

He usually went quite… feral during Dew’s solo during this song. Rolling around, screaming, contorting his body in odd ways, occasionally humping the stage, the works. If he’d predicted correctly, that was when Rory would pull out all the stops.

The moment came all too soon. The spotlight shone on Dew, he began his solo, and all hell broke loose, contained to a very specific area on Swiss’s body.

The vibrator was strong. Stronger than he’d expected for a toy that had been running constantly for around an hour. Swiss sunk to his knees, thighs trembling slightly. The rapid pulsing of the toy felt like a jackhammer of warmth against his clit.

He gritted his teeth. Satanas, he was so fucking close. He jolted his hips slightly, the seam of his pants pressing the toy harder against his aching clit. It was inevitable, he knew this would be a big one. He just hoped that he’d be able to get his shit together in time for the end of the sol-

Fuck. Fuck fuck shit fuck oh Satan that’s good. I’m gonna kill Rory or maybe suck her off later but unholy fuck unholy shit this is fuck oh fuck ohhhhh

Wait, I need to. Need to get up. Fuck, I’m so sensitive, shit that’s too much-

Swiss hauled himself to his feet on slightly trembling legs, a little dizzy and still shuddering through the last shreds of his orgasm. Mercifully, the vibrator lowered to a more manageable level and Swiss was able to get his trembles and overstimulation under control.

Swiss had never wished for a show to be over like this one before. He was sore and swollen and overstimulated but every movement of his hips just sent more pleasure into the pit of his belly. It was delicious torture.

Finally, finally, the show was over, the band took their bows and filed backstage, and Swiss was able to corner Rory. She just giggled, ramped up the intensity of the vibrator, and slipped away toward the tour bus.

That night in their hotel room Swiss made Rory cum so many times that she was almost sorry. Almost.

[st-danger]

I saw this video and this is a type of thing ive never heard of before but all i could think of was the phantom thigh humping posts so i needed to share 😳https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPR7gRjnc/

Oh dude grinders are rad. 👀

Not just Aeon. What if Aurora needs to rub off, you know? Maybe Swiss wants to give her a little something extra when she's just in the mood to hump while he kisses her neck and squeezes her breasts. Obviously feeling her wet and sliding against bare skin is -and don't ever tell a soul he would use this description, because it's just a turn of phrase, okay?- heavenly.

But the added texture makes her go a bit cross-eyed, and Swiss isn't about to feel put out over helping her cum as hard as possible.

[iamthecomet]

comet....that video of swiss on his knees in front of rora....how she could stand over him and his face would be at the perfect height to....to....im begging you please let these two run wild in your brain and spit out filth about it we need more ghoul/ghoulette action

Hhhhhhh THEMMM ♡♡.

Aurora digs her heel of her boot into the space next to Swiss' spine. She hopes it bruises. Hopes he wears evidence of her for days.

Her other foot is barely on the ground, just her toes. Swiss, is holding most of her weight. Hands pressed against the small of her back. She leans her shoulders against the wall of the bathroom stall as Swiss sinks his teeth into her thigh.

He has his head tucked up under her skirt, the pleated fabric hiding his expression from her. It's a shame. She likes to see him like this. Flushed. Debased for her. Desperate but determined. His knees are spread. If she tips her head just enough she can see how hard he is, straining against the front of his jeans. A dark spot forming. One he won't be able to hide when they go back into the bar and rejoin their pack.

Swiss shifts. Mouths at her through her panties, and Aurora stops thinking coherently. His mouth is so hot. He licks a flat stripe up over the already soaked fabric and hums at the taste of her.

He sucks on her clit through the fabric and her head cracks against the wall.

"Easy," he whispers, turning his head to nip at her thigh. He shifts, taking her weight onto one broad hand and dragging the other down over the swell of her ass and between her legs to pull her panties aside. "You don't want to get caught, do you?"

She's about to answer, she swears it. But then his mouth is really on her. Tongue flicking out over her swollen clit just for a second before he sucks one of her lips into his mouth. The only noise she manages to make is a broken whine. She digs her boot in harder like she's trying to pull him closer.

"Rora--" he warns, not seriously. Aurora knows he gets off on it. That he'd probably cream his pants if someone walked in right now. It's part of the reason he told her she didn't have to wait for him to take care of her.

He slips one finger into her. Starts a slow rhythm that she rocks against. He fits his lips over her clit, alternates between firm sucks and kitten licks that make her see stars. He works her up, it's always a slow build. Like he's savoring her. Her thigh shakes on his shoulder. The knee she has most of her weight on threatens to buckle and she couldn't care less.

She knows he'll catch her.

She rolls her hips over his mouth. His face. Takes matters into her own hands when he doesn't give her what she wants fast enough. He busies himself with tasting her and she grinds her clit over the ridge of his nose.

She puts one hand on the back of his head through her skirt as if to hold him in place. Grinding hard, chasing her high as he slips another finger inside and pets at her inner walls in a way that makes her keen.

She can't help it. She hears the sound echo through the bathroom, knows how fucked up she sounds. She can't be bothered to care. Not when she's almost there not when all he needs to do is latch his mouth back on her clit and she'll be gone.

The door opens as she inhales. There's footsteps. Aurora bites the inside of her cheek and tries not to whine, not to breathe too loudly. Swiss stops, pauses. Finger halfway out of her, tongue pressed against the underside of her clit.

"No," she hisses, desperate, feels the jagged beginnings of her orgasm start to fade, "don't stop. Don't you fucking dare."

She doesn't need to see Swiss to know he's grinning against her. She can feel it. He drags his tongue over her, sucks her clit back into her mouth, slips his fingers back in, and the pleasure comes rushing back like it never left.

Someone closes the stall door next to them. Aurora can't be fucked to care. She can only think about Swiss' mouth. His fingers working inside of her. Her gut punched breaths and the wet sound of Swiss finger-fucking her have definitely given them away by now. But why should she care? It's not her problem that this person decided to take a leak right next to them.

She brings her free hand up to her mouth as her orgasm builds, crashes over her. She bites down on her fingers until she tastes blood as Swiss gentles her through it. Supporting her weight, dragging his tongue over her clit, fingers still pumping in and out of her as she shudders and whines under her breath.

She hauls in a deep breath as Swiss puts her back on her feet and rights her skirt for her. Smoothing out wrinkles. He pulls her in for a kiss that's chaste considering what he just did to her. She holds him close, stroking her fingers through his curls as she smiles against his mouth.

There’s a rustle of movement in the stall next to them. The toilet flushes. The sink runs. It feels like an eternity before the bathroom door closes again and Aurora dissolves into laughter in Swiss’ arms.

When he kisses her this time it’s anything but chaste, tongue delving deep into her mouth, making sure she tastes herself.

“You ready to go back?” he asks her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“In a minute.” She slips from his arms, knees hitting the tile floor as she reaches for his belt. “Can I return the favor first?”

“You’re trying to get caught.”

“And? Is that a problem?”

Swiss grins down at her, fingers digging into her hair. Breath hitching as she mouths over the tent in his jeans. “No,” he shakes his head. “Not at all.” 

[papal-babygirl]

Stuck in the Throat of Gods

yeah we all saw it. video proof of the simulated oral at the beginning of cirice. anyway i went fucking CRAZY and wrote this in one night. enjoy swissrora. t4t. oral. what more can you want.

Read on AO3 or continue below :)

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Swiss was enamored, what could he say?

The two newest members of their pack were delights to him which he'd not yet experienced on Earth, and he fully intended to make use of all the time they now had together, cramped up on buses and backstage. He got more than a few teases from everyone else, Copia included, that he seemed absolutely obsessed with Phantom and Aurora and was leaving them all in the dust. It wasn't an entirely true statement; he loved all of his pack just as much as he always had, but he was definitely obsessed. He couldn't keep his hands off limber little Phantom, who seemed willing to show off that lithe body to anyone who asked, even if he started a little shy. And Aurora, Hell, sweet little princess Aurora who came out swinging from the moment she burst into the summoning room with a flash of color, she was like the sweetest fruit Swiss couldn't wait to taste.

And wait he didn't, considering he's not a ghoul fond of denying himself the sins of the flesh. It all starts on stage, like so much flirting does. They spend half of their shows on each other's stages, dancing together as Swiss tries to ignore the way her hips sway, and how despite her small stature, she rules the roost. Cirrus had been in his ear since day one saying how she's got a run for her money in Aurora, the most powerful princess the Abbey has ever seen. He found that out one night, when she marched out of the showers with her down still dripping and no towel, asking if Swiss was going to talk so loud all night, or if she needed to put his mouth to work elsewhere.

It's no surprise then, what comes of him dropping to his knees in front of her on stage and barely restraining from burying his face in her sex right there in front of thousands. She plays along so well, but he can just barely see the glint in her eyes that lets him know his jaw is going to be sore later. They've hardly gotten off stage from bows when Aurora grabs him by the scruff of his collar, sharp nails scraping at his skin. "So you know what's coming, mm?"

"Yes, yes I do." Swiss says, knees already feeling a little weak as she guides him to the dressing room. Her helmet is discarded quickly, thrown onto the beat up armchair in the corner while she fluffs out her ombre hair. She gives herself a look in the mirror with a small frown, lamenting the limp state of her hair from all the sweating on stage, and then makes eye contact with Swiss standing behind her like a lost puppy. He holds his helmet in front of him, already losing some of his glamour. He's been warned plenty of times about getting sloppy and letting his wings or tail rip through the uniform, but it's no harm to let his real ears droop with submission as Aurora calmly unclips her cape.

"On your knees." She says idly, carefully unlatching the vest and unbuttoning her shirt. Swiss can see she's getting hard; the jodhpurs leave so very little to the imagination, and he squirms a little in the futile hope of getting the seam of his own pants to sit just right as he kneels behind her. When she finally turns around, shirt hanging open and exposing the ever so slight swell of her beautiful fucking tits, Swiss can't hold back the moan any longer.

"Rory, baby, you look so good, can I touch you?" He pleads, getting met with the dangerous opal flash of her eyes. Aurora rolls her neck and shoulders, leaning against the desk and kicking a foot out to support herself. It's all so nonchalant in a way that has always made Swiss throb dangerously. Rain loves to pretend like he couldn't care less when he's buried in Swiss, and he'd honestly thought Rain was the absolute master of disinterest. So when she just shrugs, the linen shirt falling off her shoulders artfully and just gives him a 'sure', he can't hear anything but the blood rushing in his ears. Swiss scoots forward, knees bracketing her boot that he's just now noticing could probably use a shine and runs his hands up her chest to pluck at her nipples softly, massaging her tits. 

She doesn't give him the time of day yet, examining her always flawless nails for signs of damage. He'll get her to break and use his face like a toy soon enough, but for now they're playing their little game. Sometimes Aurora treats him sweet, make no mistake. They've had just as many times that she plays mean as times where he just begs to ride her because they've got the room in a hotel for the night, or she slips into his bunk on the bed just to rut against him until they both come with muffled moans. 

Swiss leans in to kiss her stomach softly, knowing how dreadfully ticklish she is. He's an incurable little shit, so he doesn't care that the whisper soft press of his lips makes her jerk involuntarily, especially since it makes the tip of her boot press up into his aching cunt, trapped behind layers and layers of fabric. His moan dances over her skin, and it's then he notices that it ruffles the soft down that's in patches over her skin now. It's a quiet victory whenever he gets Aurora to break her glamor before she's good and ready, but his smugness quickly dissipates when she grabs his horns and pulls his head back.

"Don't be an ass, switchblade, I can leave you here. The bus is full of holes that don't have an attitude like yours." Aurora snaps, glaring down at him. Swiss looks up at her with doe like eyes, big and beautiful and wanting as his hands rake down her sides and make her shiver again.

"Yeah, but you like the way I treat your pretty little princess wand." Swiss says. He nuzzles into the bulge that's straining for release against the zipper of the pants, breathing in her deep vanilla amber musk. Even debauched and sweaty from two straight hours in summer heat layered to all Hell, she smells divine.

"Don't call it that." She sneers, though there's a tiny quirk to her lips that suggests she's endeared by the goofy little term. She still has her hand wrapped around his horn, nails dangerously close to the sensitive base as he buries his face in further. "Damn, you really want it, huh? Hungry for it, even." Aurora clicks her tongue scoldingly, pulling his head even further back and wrenching it up till his kaleidoscope eyes meet hers. "You ready to show me what you're made of?"

"Anything for you, princess." Another night or another partner might have made the 'princess' come out demeaning. Dew gets called it all the time and nearly comes from the shame of it, but for Aurora it's powerful and bold. Damn straight, she is a princess, and she'll be treated like royalty. One hand remains on Swiss' head, now planted firmly between his horns, while the other frees her from the confines of the uniform. It's Swiss' favorite thing, getting to sit there with his hands in his lap politely while she gets herself free. It's so distant from the way others play with him, expect him to do all the work if he wants the reward. Instead, she acts like he's not even good enough to touch her cock until she feeds it to him.

Swiss catches a hint of lace as she shoves the pants down just enough to pull out her dick, ladder piercings glittering in the light of the dressing room and making the pearly bead of pre on the head even prettier. He's intoxicated with the idea that she's dressed up for him, though he'll be damned if he actually believes she's dressed up for anyone but herself. His mouth hangs open obediently, fangs glamoured away. Aurora drags the head of her cock along Swiss' stubbly cheek, smearing the pre and testing his resolve to not dart out his tongue and lick it up. "So good, when you want to be." She murmurs, finally sliding the very tip of her cock home into Swiss' plush lips, grease paint smearing slightly on her now-grey shaft.

Swiss' eyes close, at least until Aurora digs her fingers into his scalp again and rakes the nails through his cropped curls. "Look at me. Keep your eyes open." He does so, through great effort, hands folding behind his back as if they were tied there. He grasps his elbows and sits back on his haunches, trying to find a spot that at least allows him some pressure. But he won't be getting a thing until Aurora decides to let him grind into her boot, and who knows if she'll even decide to let him come. 

Her hand stays firm on his head as her hips circle lightly, testing the pliancy of Swiss’ mouth, though it’s not like she needs to. It’s well known through the Abbey that Swiss basically doesn't have a gag reflex, but she’s kind when she needs to be. He hollows his cheeks and prepares to have his mouth fucked within an inch of his life, but past the barest movement of her hips she stays mostly still.

“Well? Or can you only pretend to suck dick?” Aurora taunts him, moving her boot to rest on his thigh and take away any possibility that he gets a thing before he’s earned it. Swiss eagerly picks up the slack and inches his way down the shaft, tongue caressing each piercing. She grunts softly above him, head cracking back against the vanity. It’s a wonder her horns don’t shatter the mirror, but she’s just lucky like that. She could hop off the stage and walk down the very middle of the pit, and it would probably just split for her like the Red Sea, not a hair mussed on her perfect head. She had clearly been granted some mote of luck from their Unholy Father. It was the only explanation. 

Swiss feels the very tip of her cock brush the back of his throat, finally triggering his gag reflex. He pulls back ever so slightly, eyes watering and looking up at Aurora for absolution, for salvation. But she just quirks a beautifully manicured eyebrow at him and waits for him to sink back down. His cunt throbs in shame at disappointing her, and he grips his elbows again to steel his resolve. Swiss huffs out a breath and presses close, nose pressing into the impeccably groomed strip of hair at the base of her cock. She smells even better up close, heat and amber, vanilla and oud, and the faintest hint of juniper berry. He has half a mind to press the thought into her mind of how good she smells, how sweet she tastes, how well she fills his throat, but he’s got a feeling that she would shut him out of her mind. Instead,  he decides it makes more sense to show and not tell.

With a low hum to send vibrations all down the piercings, Swiss pulls back to tongue gently at the tip, lapping up the ambrosia of her pre and fixing her with a wide, wanting gaze. Aurora trills gently before forcing herself back into the dominant role, grabbing around his horn and sighing disinterestedly. “Show off. C’mon, we don’t have time for you to get fancy, boy.” Swiss’ face droops sadly, ears pinned back. He dares to pull off, getting a dangerous glare and a spike of cold air right down his spine in retaliation.

“But I love getting fancy for Her Highness.” Swiss grins, and she rolls her eyes. He knows she loves him regardless. She forces his head back down, gently moving her hips in time with the renewed motion of his mouth. 

“Well, save it for home when we’ve got all day for blowjobs. Right now, drill sergeant Mountain’s gonna be busting down the door in about five minutes.” Following her own advice, she leans back more on the table, shifting her foot finally between Swiss’ thighs; an implicit permission to get himself off. He’s keyed up enough from the hour of waiting that he won’t need much more than a firm surface to grind against. They move in a beautiful tandem then, Swiss’ whole body writhing in a pleasurable rhythm as he finally dares to grip Aurora’s thighs for stability. She doesn’t chastise him for the boldness, which means she’s rapidly rushing to her own end. Swiss has even started to pull high little moans out of her, sweet, sharp, ah, ah, ah’s that bounce around the cinderblock room.

Right as Aurora reaches the absolute crest of her pleasure,  she’s plucking at her nipples with one hand and keeping Swiss’ head still so she can chase her own orgasm. He really doesn’t mind, and frankly he’ll be appreciating the ache in his jaw from being used so thoroughly for days to come. Well, until he has to sing. Which is one of his main purposes in the band. But he’ll enjoy the soreness till then. “Oh, fuck, baby,” she groans, firm pressure of the boot starting to falter as her legs quake with the oncoming tsunami. Swiss holds her firm, grips her calf and thigh and bolts towards his own orgasm. It’s not the most debased he’s been, grinding on these boots for an orgasm, spit running down his chin, but it’s starting to come close. “Swiss, baby, I’m gonna- in your mouth?” 

He doesn’t realize it’s a question until the answer doesn’t matter, feeling her cum hit the back of his throat as her nails scratch hard at his scalp. The pain does more for his pleasure than the pressure of the boot, or the debasement, and before he knows it he’s moaning around her sensitive, softening cock and coming hard. Swiss finally pulls off to breathe, lips flushed and shiny.

“Ohh, oh, baby, baby, fuck.” Aurora says, getting down on her knees to cup Swiss’ face and wipe the exertion-borne tears from his cheeks. “I’m so sorry, I tried to wait.” She goes to pull him close in comfort but he stops her with a soft hand on her chest.

“No need to work yourself up, princess, it’s all good.” He pants softly, wiping his mouth and ducking close to kiss her jaw. She purrs lowly, all but crawling into his lap to offer what little aftercare she can on the sticky floor of a venue dressing room. “You should know I love it when pretty girls cum down my throat.” “I know, I know. And you did fucking so good, I-” She’s interrupted by someone slamming their fist on the door. Lo and behold, it is, as expected, drill sergeant Mountain.

“Stop having sex in there.” Comes his stern voice. It’s his usual admonishment, regardless of whatever’s happening in the dressing rooms. He’s usually right, and this time is no different.

“Jealous you aren’t getting any, Mountie?” Aurora calls, making Swiss smother a laugh in the perfect curve of her neck. Mountain scoffs outside the door, and they hear his boots stomp off to go interrupt more post-ritual romps and get everyone out of the venue on time.

“Ah, he’ll get to split me open soon enough.” She sighs dreamily, and Swiss finds himself distantly jealous he can’t give her that. Maybe he’ll bribe Cirrus for her biggest strap and make Aurora choose her favorite stretch. Another time. For now, he’s got a gorgeous ghuleh trying to soothe him in his arms, and that’s good enough for him. 

Besides, it’s not like he’s about to be any less obsessed with her.

[eidolon-ghoul]

Something something Aurora sitting on Swiss's face. Happy WIP Wednesday!

[bonesy-doodles]

And the Ghouls are done! They are all soooo,,, twirls hair,,,, Tell me who's your favorite!!! And don't be afraid to ask for my ghouls head canons!!! I'd love to share <33333

[oranpo]

📽🎞IT'S GHOVIE DAY! 📽🎞

Here we have everyone gathered to enjoy themselves and their participation in the movie, as well as the previous Papas being overjoyed for their brother's debut!🖤 You can see the love oozing from them

To anyone going to see the Ghovie in LA - I will be giving little mini prints of this illustration, so see you then! :' )

And to everyone, tag your spoilers and have a lot fun!🖤

[frontalgarf]

Rushed ghost fanart because I NEEDED to get something out to celebrate rite here rite now (btw saw the movie it was incredible I loved it it was soooooo so sososososo silly)

[bonncy]

photocards of the demon cats

[iamthecomet]

mommet!

I'm back from the dead!

swiss and aurora simulating oral on stage!

if no one writes a fic about that I'll probably do it

so probably I should hurry up

just wanted to give you brainrot about those two

*hides back in the cave*

-🪻

GODD. I found a tiktok video this morning of him on his knees for her during Cirice at another ritual and I am.... Please write the fic about it! Man the brain rot is rotting. Bet she can be real mean to him. I bet he loves it. Loves how she digs those sharp little claws into his scalp when she pulls him in. Loves how she tightens her thighs around his ears, suffocates him. I'm sure she's not always mean. Probably likes to get wrapped up in his arms sometimes, loved. He's so much bigger than her. Likes when he throws her around. Picks her up, slings her over his shoulder, carries her off like a prize. But man when she is mean? God you know she gives him a run for his money. She's bored mean, like Rain is. Not cruel like Dew. Instead, she has a great poker face. Pretends, even as he's sucking on her clit, that she doesn't feel anything. That he isn't very good. She is unaffected, despite the shake in her thighs. And when he makes her cum? You think maybe she'd give in. Praise him. Nope. Not until they're done. She can roll her eyes at him through the aftershocks. Ask him if that's really it. Is that all he can give her? She only came to get him to stop, honestly. She had to think about someone else--anyone else actually. God, you know it drives him nuts. He wants her to break character, to whine, to whimper, to shudder. He hasn't succeeded yet.

[the-pigeon-queen]

realizations

so anyway I've been trying to decide on my designs the ghouls

[robboyblunder]

A stale one at that.

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EDIT: Check out part two here

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Bugs🪲🖤

[blanchebees]

Some old ghoul shenanigans sketches

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