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Yes, I know that their beef is very serious but this is literally the most cousin thing that they've in the entire show.

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SPOILERS FOR YOUNG ROYALS S3

Personally, I can't think of any worse punishment for August than becoming a true royal, and eventually a king.

Not being allowed to speak up and have any kind of opinion. Always being controlled and watched, the way Wilhelm has been. Tabloids and journalists keeping track of your every move. Likely having an arranged marriage to ensure the bloodline continues. Having your career path chosen for you, likely serving in the military for a while. August now has to fit into the "role" of a future king. Restricted, controlled, that's what he wrote in his letter to his future self, right? That's what he wanted, right?

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The thing about Carmy is

he fucks like a desperate slut. There is no other way to explain it — he fucks like he wants to live inside you, like just the thought of being inside you knocks all the sense out of him — being inside you, kissing you slow and deep and sloppy, spreading your legs open and sucking you down until your toes cramp up and you can’t even find the words to beg him to let up a little because he’s got his fucking perfect fingers petting you up exactly how you need it (with the precision of a man who does not know how to chill, with the single-minded determination of someone who’s got something to prove), you just lay there tensing and pulsing with your hips twitching like your body doesn’t know whether it wants more or not — not that it would matter, with the grip he’s got on you, with the way he locks eyes with you and won’t let you look away, his gaze both super steady and blown out to fuck (you’re going to go insane if he keeps fucking looking at you like that, with that condescending sweet-mean looks he keeps giving you, kissing your clit all sloppy and wet like the way he kisses you — only pulling back to shush you when you start whining and begging, fuck carmy, I can’t, please baby, please.)

he’s all syrupy sweet and devotional, (yeah, you can, come on honey, just one more, know you can take one more for me, c’mon sweet thing), until he’s not, and he loses patience and decides for the both of you that you’re gonna come again, that you’re gonna come and come until you can’t (why don’t you just shut the fuck up and take it, huh? know you can come again, baby — look at you gripping me tight like you don’t wanna let me go, got no choice but to keep fucking you huh?)

It’s — whiplash, he gives you fucking whiplash, he is too fucking much of everything. he is a hand around your throat, pulling you back into him when he puts you on your knees and hits it from the back with these long, deep, fucking evil strokes, until your hands give out beneath you and you fall into the sheets headfirst and there he is, at your back, simpering in your ear (poor thing, dick too good, got you all stupid huh? it’s ok, you don’t gotta do shit, just let me in — there you go, tilt your hips up, lemme in — nah, don’t you fucking run, don’t you fucking dare —), fucking you until you’re drooling into the sheets, until you can’t fucking think straight (fuck, carm— fuck, daddy, can’t, can’t, can’t, fuckkkk-)

he is the whine in your mouth when he sits you down on his dick and gives you his neck to grip, his hair to pull, his mouth to taste — when he’s moaning all thin and needy in your ear (take what you need, whatever you want, ‘ll give it t’you, anything, take it, take it, take it). it’s the way he just — falls apart, shakes and gasps with this stupid, wet, gorgeous look in his eyes, the way he looks at you like he can’t believe he even gets to touch, like he wants to build you and altar and set himself on fire for your witness, give you his body as an offering — he fucks like he’s trying to say this is all i have, and i will give it all to you and it will never be enough and i will give you everything, everything — take it, please, make this useful.

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swiss is fucking RABID this tour: a compilation ⛧/⛧/⛧/⛧/⛧/⛧/⛧

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I'm convinced this man's second job is dancing and being horny.

Video Credits: Dewsswiss on Instagram

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Slutty Swiss, slutty Swiss, won’t you swing those slutty hips my way you utter tramp

Cr: missvoss on TT

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oh im absolutely fine about swiss spitting into his hand and then wiping it on dews face when he finishes

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What is it with ghouls and dick-grabbing...............

I just........ I just want to know

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!! flashing lights

what a tease

— from danielleburk01 on tiktok

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Swiss is literally huge omg I promise I’m normal about him

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We got Pinnacle and Absolution. Here’s feral BBG. Now for the 3.5 hr drive home 🫡

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HELLO?????

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For everyone on tumblr who hasn't yet seen Swiss spitting on his rainshaker and wanking it off-

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heaven in hiding

Pairing: Swiss x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: virgin reader, ghouls being freaky, ghouls being able to smell virginity, hand jobs, dry humping, swiss being needy

Words: 1,487

Summary: It's not your fault you're a virgin, but it's certainly causing problems for Swiss.

a/n: listen the way this man has been acting out on stage recently...he's going through it. someone had to do something about it.

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“It’s because you’re a virgin.”

Your head whips around to face the blonde ghoul sitting on the couch who is currently flipping through an old copy of Vogue that was clearly stolen from your quarters. Your jaw drops and your cheeks heat up painfully while he continues to browse the magazine.

“I—no—who—”

Dewdrop looks up at you from where he’s lounging and gives you a small eye-roll. Cirrus is folded up on the opposite end of the couch fidgeting with her cuticles while Mountain leans against the wall, trying to avoid the conversation entirely. All you had inquired about was why Swiss was acting so goddamn weird around you ever since you and the ghouls had struck up a friendship and started spending time together. Everyone else seemed fine around you so why was he acting so…so bizarre every time you entered a room or walked past him? You had just come into the lounge and he had stormed out past you, practically running from the scene.

“Don’t bother trying to deny it, we can smell it,” Dew says, flipping a page.

“Bullshit!” you squeak before falling into a chair next to the coffee table.

“It’s true, hon,” Cirrus pipes up, looking at you apologetically. “You just smell…different.”

You bite your lip and fuss at the hem of your shirt, clearly embarrassed by being probably the worst sister of sin in the history of the abbey. Finally, you work up the courage to continue the conversation.

“So…is it a gross smell? Like is that why Swiss looks like he’s in pain when he’s around me?”

Dewdrop snorts loudly and tosses the magazine on the table, sending the pages flying.

“Babygirl he’s horny. You’re driving him batshit insane, that’s what’s happening.” Cirrus leans over to lightly smack Dew on the thigh and give him a pointed look, clearly indicating she wanted to ease you into this conversation.

“I…oh. Oh.” Your flush deepens and spreads across your chest, warming you from head to toe. “But you guys aren’t…affected…by me though, right?”

Mountain lets out a deep, vaguely sinister chuckle which Dewdrop snorts at.

“Oh, babe we’re affected alright. Makes us all fucking crazy. It’s just that everyone else handles it better than Swiss, he’s always been so sensitive about these things. We just go back to our rooms and jack off when it gets too much but he’s gotta be fucking dramatic and make a scene.”

You can’t lie, the thought of the ghouls alone in their quarters touching themselves to the thought of you makes your head spin and your cunt ache. Before you can comment on Dew’s bombshell statement, Cirrus interjects with a loud clearing of her throat.

“Hon, why don’t you go talk to him?”

Mountain’s eyebrows shoot up and Dew snickers to himself, causing you to pause a moment.

“Is that a good idea? Or will I make the problem worse?”

“Depends what you’re gonna do for him,” Dew says, a grin curling his lips. “Gonna help him out? I call dibs on being next.”

This time Cirrus doesn’t hold back when she smacks Dewdrop on the arm with the flat of her palm, causing him to yelp and jump in his seat. It’s your turn to roll your eyes as you stand and make for the door.

“Good luck,” Mountain intones ominously as you pass the threshold.

It takes a good ten minutes of you wandering the cloisters to find Swiss. When you see him, back against the wall bent over on himself at the waist your heart sinks. He looks fucking miserable. Were you about to make a bad situation for him worse?

His head is in his hands as you approach him, gripping at his curls. When you get within a yard of him, he unfolds and practically slams the back of his skull into the surface behind him. His body sagging, he turns to look at you, tail flicking behind him in agitation.

“Hey,” you say softly. “Wanted to talk to you.”

He chuffs out a desperate little laugh and folds his arms in a defensive position across his chest.

“About—” he clears his throat when his voice comes out a little too raspy, “about what?”

“They told me about uh. How you guys can smell me. You know.”

He squeezes his eyes shut and you wonder briefly if he’s willing you to disappear, his palms rubbing viciously at the stubble on his cheeks. He doesn’t speak for a solid minute and you shuffle in place, wondering if you should just cut your losses and walk away. When you shift a foot to leave, he reaches out towards you to gesture without touching.

“Don’t,” his eyes open and he looks at you longingly. “Please don’t leave. I—fuck.”

You’re by his side in an instant, hand on his bicep. Upon touching him for the first time, he flips your positions with a growl so that now he’s looming over you while you’re backed against the cold limestone wall. He doesn’t touch you, just hovers his hands above your shoulders while he leans in at the juncture of your neck to inhale deeply. He’s close enough now that you can feel the hardness of him pressing insistently, achingly into your belly and you look up at him.

“Let me help you,” you whisper, moving a hand to his cheek to drag the pad of your thumb along his jawline. “Please, Swiss. I want to help you.”

He lets out a noise that is somewhere between a hysteric laugh and a painful cry as you stand on your tiptoes to reach him. The upward tilt of your chin is all the invitation he needs and he slams his mouth onto yours. The breath is knocked from your lungs as he molds his lanky body to yours, gripping at your hair and neck. You barely register the way his tail wraps tightly around your thigh, drawing you even closer to him. His tongue is desperate against your lips, begging for entrance and you oblige him. The noises he makes as he plunders your mouth are desperate, animalistic, and they send shockwaves straight to your cunt. When you finally have to catch your breath, push him off you with a slight shove and he whines low in his throat.

“Can I touch you?” you breathe up at him and he replies with a frantic nod. You place your hand over his heart and very slowly drag downwards, reveling in the hard planes of his body. He’s watching you, pupils blown, and when you finally cup your palm against the curve of his cock he slams his fist on the wall behind you, effectively caging you in.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines, bucking his hips into your touch. “Please.”

You breathlessly follow the line of him through the black denim and when your thumb brushes over the head his tail tightens its grip on your thigh, practically cutting off circulation, as he pushes you even further into the wall. Your exhales are nearly as ragged as his when he slots a long, firm leg in the space between yours, pressing divinely against your cunt.

“Don’t stop,” he croaks as you continue to swipe your fingers over the clothed head of his cock. “Please, please, please.”

Your wrist is at an awkward angle now with how intently he has pushed you against the wall but you do your best, sliding your palm over the denim in long strokes. Your eyes dart around the cloister, briefly worrying about who could stumble upon you but then he presses right there and you let out a breathy moan. Your own hips are rocking against him now with every swipe of your hand, both of you working in tandem. When you feel his cock jump, he lets out a whine and his hips begin meeting you stroke for stroke. You’re close but not close enough when he jolts forward, practically collapsing on you when he comes with a cry. His hand covers yours and urges you to continue moving even as he finishes, his body writhing against you. When you look up at him you see him blink tears out of his eyes and take several deep, shuddering breaths. Abandoning his softening cock and the wet spot at the front of his pants you wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest, breathing deep. He smells like smoke and something sweet that you realize after a moment is your perfume. And the realization hits you that you’re greedy for him, need your scent on him again and again. You separate but he’s still loosely holding you in his lean arms.

“You didn’t come,” he says flatly. “I’m sorry.”

You smile and when you run your thumb over his stubble, he practically purrs while leaning into your touch.

“You can make it up to me.”

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His waist tho.

They knew what they were doing when they made these for the ghouls ..