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ramblingoak · 8 months

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Ok @blacktie-whitenoise I went with Papa Copia and choice #1! But first we have to get through some phone sex oh noooo...

Ring Ring

Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader ~ Your work day is interrupted by a phone call from Copia

Warnings: phone sex, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex, nsfw, 18+ only, mdni, 2400 words

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“Cardinal Alero’s office, how can I help you?”

“Do you have any idea how badly I want to fuck you right now?” You froze at the sound of Copia’s voice. It was dark and low, his breathing ragged. The only time his voice got like this was when— “Well, dolcezza? Do you?”

With a quick glance over at Alero you cleared your throat before you answered.

“Uh, I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I’ve been thinking about burying myself inside of you all day.”

Fucking hell.

“Oh? That’s too bad.”

“Si, it has made the day very interesting. Long. Hard. If you understand me.”

“Yes! Yes I understand.”

Very faintly you heard the sound of his belt clinking and the rustling of fabric. Copia let out a loud groan and you could only guess he had taken himself in hand. You spun your chair away from Alero’s desk so your back was to him. It was doubtful the Cardinal had heard Copia, but you knew Copia was only going to get louder.

He never was very good at keeping quiet.

“I wonder what that old bastard would do if I were to come in there right now, oh cazzo, and bend you over your desk.”

You snuck another glance at Alero over your shoulder, freezing when you saw him watching you.

“I, uh, don’t think he’d like that.” Alero raised his eyebrow and you gave him a quick smile before spinning away. “Can I call you back?”

“No.” Copia’s chair creaked as he exhaled into the phone. “I wouldn’t do that anyway, dolcezza. I’d have to get you wet first.”

“Don’t worry Papa, that won’t be a problem.” You squirmed in your seat, your body starting to respond to Copia’s words. Vaguely you heard your name but you thought it was just Copia saying it under his breath. “How about I bring you those files right now?”

“Wet already? What a naughty thing you are. Are you having dirty thoughts about your Papa?”

“Yes, of course I am you idi—“

“Is that Papa?” You yelped at the sound of Alero’s voice, jerking your head around to see him standing behind you. When you nodded he reached out a hand and snapped his fingers. “Give me the phone.”

“Do not give him the phone. Tell him to fuck off.”

A somewhat delirious laugh left you and you covered the receiver with your hand.

“Cardinal, Papa says not to worry. He knows you’re busy.” Copia snorted and you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing as well. “He appreciates your hard work.”

“The only thing that’s hard right now is my dick.”

Alero frowned down at you and you could tell he was debating if he should insist on the phone or just take the compliment and sit back down. Thankfully he seemed to choose the latter, a smug smile on his face as he turned to go back to his chair. You slipped your hand off the receiver and turned away from him once more.

“What else can I help you with Papa?”

“Tell me dolcezza, are you wearing underwear?”

“No, Papa.”

“Mmm, so you’re just sitting there, bare for your Papa?” You hummed into the phone, spreading your legs a bit unconsciously. “If I was there right now I’d slip my hand under your skirt, then push two fingers right into your needy cunt. Because that’s what you are right now, eh dolcezza? Needy for me?”

“Yes, Papa.”

“Molto bene. Soon I'd be able to fit a third inside of you and watch as you made a mess of my gloves.” You thunked your head against the back of your chair, immediately sitting up again when you remembered you weren’t alone. Copia let out a strangled moan and you winced, hoping Alero hadn’t heard it. “Would you clean them for me? If I shoved them into your mouth?”

“Yes, Papa.”

“Brava ragazza. You’d do anything I asked of you, wouldn’t you?”

“Anything, Papa.”

“Bene. Then come here so I can fuck you.”

Copia hung up the phone and for a few seconds you just sat there staring at it. When it started beeping you scrambled to get it back in its cradle while looking for something on your desk you could use as an excuse to go see Copia. Alero cleared his throat and when you looked over at him he was scowling.

“What’s the problem?”

“I uh, need to bring some paperwork over to Papa.”

“Why can’t he send a ghoul to come get it?”

Goddammit Alero.

“I'm not sure.” You grabbed a random stack of paper and hastily stood up. “He needed them right away.”

“Fine, but don’t dawdle. There’s still a lot of work to do.”

You nodded, biting down on your lip savagely before you retorted with ‘yes, your work’. With quick steps you left the office and did your best not to run towards Copia’s. At the end of the hallway you turned right but immediately had to stop as you ran into someone.

“Shit!” Copia’s hands grabbed at your elbows to help keep you upright. “What took so long?”

“I had to come up with an excuse for Alero!” You slapped the papers onto Copia’s chest and pushed past him. “Now hurry up.”

Copia chuckled as he quickly followed you, coming up to your side and grabbing your hand. You knew if you looked at him he’d have that stupid, dopey smile on his face and you weren’t sure you’d be able to stop yourself from kissing him in the hallway if you saw it. As you both rounded the last corner before his office you froze at the sight of Sister Imperator and Nihil waiting right outside his door. Copia cursed under his breath and wrapped an arm around your waist, quickly tugging you back around the corner.

“Now what, Papa?” Copia muttered something in Italian before starting to usher you across the hall towards a closet. He ripped it open, gently pushing you inside before following and kicking the door shut. You both stood there in the dark for a moment until you heard Copia make a small noise when he found the light switch. As the room came into view in the dim light you sighed. “You always take me to the nicest places.”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s a closet.”

Copia rolled his eyes and started walking your way, you started to back up playfully but there really wasn’t anywhere to go. Your butt hit a desk that was shoved up against the wall and Copia grabbed your waist, grunting as he lifted you up to sit on the edge. He placed his hands on your knees, squeezing them as he grinned at you.

“Are you still wet for me, dolcezza?”

“Right now I’m mostly dusty.”

He started to respond but instead he had to turn his head away to sneeze. You slapped your hand over your mouth to cover your laughter, trying to look innocent when he whipped his head back to glare at you.

“Sorry, Papa.”

“Uh, mi dispiace, this is not how I planned the afternoon to go.”

“Oh Copia, it’s ok.” You reached up and brushed some of his graying hair off his forehead before cupping his cheek. “This is still better than dealing with Alero.”

Copia laughed, leaning in to give you a lingering kiss on your mouth. He nipped at your lips when he pulled away before resting his forehead against yours.

“Let’s see if we can get back on track, eh?” He kissed you again and then dropped to his knees with a grunt. His hands squeezed your calves briefly before they began to move up to your thighs. The leather of his gloves was warm against your skin as he started to push your skirt up towards your waist. He lowered his head to the inside of your knee, mouthing at the sensitive skin there for a moment before he looked towards your cunt and took a deep breath. “It smells like you’re still wet for me, dolcezza.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to say anything, you just pulled your skirt up all the way to expose yourself. His eyes darkened when you spread your legs and he was able to see your folds glistening even in the dim light. Copia grabbed the bottom of your thighs and lifted your legs up so they hooked over his shoulders. His hands moved down to grip your ass, holding you in place as he pressed his face against your cunt. He took another deep breath, growling when you wriggled a bit.

“Copia, please.”

His tongue sliding between your lips was his only answer. Slow laps across your cunt over and over again. You placed your hand in his hair and held on as he continued to lap up your juices. His moans were getting louder so you tugged his hair to try and get him to quiet down. In retaliation he covered your cunt with his mouth, sucking hard and causing you to cry out. You both froze, meeting each other’s eyes as you waited to see if anyone had heard you.

“Hush now, do you want the whole abbey to hear you?”

“How about you make me?”

Copia nipped at the inside of your thigh and you barely held in your gasp. Before you could snap at him he pulled your legs off his shoulders and stood up, leaning in to take your mouth in a hungry kiss. You moaned as you tasted yourself, grabbing onto his vest to keep him in place. He pulled you closer to the edge of the desk so he could grind his cock against you. It was straining against the ties of his pants and you quickly dropped your hands down to start undoing them.

“Si, cazzo. I need to be inside of you.” While you struggled with the ties he pressed his fingers against your entrance, both of you groaning when two of them slid right in. Copia bit his lip and rested his head against yours. “I knew it.”

You finally got his pants undone and shoved down far enough to free his cock right when he started prodding a third finger at your entrance.

“Now Copia, now please now.”

He pulled his fingers out of you, swiping them quickly up and down his cock before he pressed forward. You dropped your head onto his shoulder as he started pushing in. As your body stretched around him you bit at his shirt to try to keep quiet. He was relentless, not even pausing until he was all the way inside. The material of his pants was rough against your thighs as he began to move his hips in a small circle.

“So wet, so tight for your Papa.” You didn’t bother trying to respond, you knew if you opened your mouth no words would come out. When he slid a hand into your hair and gently pulled your head back you couldn’t help but whimper. “Let me see you.”

You both panted into each other's mouths as he let you get used to his cock. He moved his hand out of your hair, stroking a thumb across your cheek before pressing a soft kiss onto your mouth. You hummed against his lips, then took a deep breath as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Help me stay quiet.”

“Anything, dolcezza.”

Your mouths connected again in a clash of lips and teeth right as he pulled out and thrust back into your cunt. His thrusts were hard and fast, neither one of you having the patience for anything else. You nipped and sucked at each other’s mouth, Copia thrusting his tongue in time with his hips. The slick sounds of both filled the air of the small room and even though your moans were muffled you knew that anyone walking by would be able to hear you both.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care.

The edge was coming quickly, your orgasm ready to tear through you as Copia angled his thrusts so his cock brushed against that sweet spot inside of you. With the way his movements were becoming more frantic you knew he was close as well. He broke away from your mouth and you forced your eyes open so you could look into his mismatched ones.

“Are you close, dolcezza?” His voice was wrecked and his makeup an absolute mess. You tried to speak but all you could do was whimper and clutch at his shoulders. “Are you going to come on my cock?”

You managed a nod, your mouth opening in a silent scream when he brought a hand to your cunt and started rubbing his thumb around your clit. That was the end for you, he kissed you again right as your orgasm ripped through your body, muffling both of your moans as he came as well. He continued to thrust as his cock kicked and emptied inside of you before finally stilling, wrapping his arms around you to hold you close. After a moment you finally found the energy to speak and lifted your head off his shoulder.

“I don’t want to go back.”

Copia opened his mouth to respond but he immediately scrunched his face up, turning away right before a sneezing fit overtook him. He stumbled back a few steps, pulling out of you quickly and making you gasp. You looked around for something he could wipe his nose with, finally seeing a roll of paper towels on a shelf nearby. With a wince you hopped off the table, grabbing a few towels and shoving them his way while you took a few to clean yourself up. When you finished you turned to check on Copia, smiling when you found him staring at you and pouting.

“I wanted to do that.” You mimicked his pout, laughing as he reached for you and yanked you close. “That’s my favorite part.”

“Ugh Copia, you’re so weird.”

“But yet here you are, enjoying the finest closet our church has to offer.” He leaned down to give you a quick kiss, before pulling away to look at you with a raised eyebrow. “You can’t go back to work like this.”

“Definitely not.”

“No, you should come to my quarters instead. I need your help with something else.”

“Anything, Papa.” He grinned at you, that infectious smile of his sending a thrill through you like it always did. You reached up to smooth some of his hair back as you returned his smile. “Anything.”

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copias-sewer-rat · 5 months

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IN HIS IMAGE [SECONDO x f!reader] - CHAPTER II

Secondo is absent and you deeply miss him, what antics will you too come up with to make the separation a bit more tolerable?

Welcome to the 1% plot of this fic. I wanted to try something fantastical/ritualistic for this one, hope you don’t mind.

tw/tags: smut, +18 warning, established relationship, m/f relationship, phone sex, dirty talk, use of sex toys, satanic ritual mention, mention of dagger, semi public sex (kinda?), dom!Secondo, possesive Secondo, p in v action, cowboy. 3.7K words

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You feel fucking lonely.

Secondo had left for a business trip, for a week! How dared he? Didn’t he know how much you love him? How much you miss him? It is only Wednesday, he is supposed to come back on Sunday. You cannot take it anymore, wearing his clothes, chatting with him, looking at his pictures, everything makes you even sadder and you are at your limit.

There is something you could do, something to quiet the ache existing between your legs (and in your heart, but right now your pussy is winning the battle against your heart). A few weeks back you had acquired a dildo with the form of your lover’s shaft… However, the thought of using it alone felt almost sacrilegious… good thing then that you were a Satanist. Good fucking thing…

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A month earlier…

The altar was dimly lit with a few black candles and the light of the full moon hovering over the chapel. Secondo stood there, atop of the set of stairs, preparing the altar. A beautiful ornate dagger in his hands, a simple dark green robe covering his body, the same one you were wearing. It was cold but somehow you could feel Secondo’s body heat reaching to you from the considerable distance that separated you both. The Olde one must have been present, must have known how much you long for each other.

“It is ready, tesoro. Are you sure you want to do this?” You smiled at him, going up the stairs slowly, meticulously, without breaking eye contact. “I know what you said cara, but this bond is meant to last forever… Are you absolutely sure?”

You grabbed his face, careful to not smudge his paints, looking into his powerful gaze, his eyes full of love. After your first adventure with the dildo, you had opened up to Secondo. Everything that worried you about the relationship, all that you felt and still feel about him: pure and unconditional love, but also anguish. Feeling like only a side plate, just a peaceful place for him to return to and nothing more. Secondo’s gaze softened when you had told him. Guilt wasn’t an emotion that he was used to feel, but when it comes to you… He felt guilty for not noticing it, for neglecting that side of your relationship for so long. After that, the laid his true feelings for you bare, raw, passionate. He also loved you deeply, fervently, eternally. He wanted to make everything official with you, it was not that he felt ashamed of being seen with you, he was afraid that the pressure, the title, the responsibilities and of himself. He feared that he would scared you off if he let you in completely. He knows better since then that you are there to stay, forever, no matter what.

“Caro, I love you, and I want to be with you always. I think that’s not too much to ask, is it?” You put your index finger over your closed lips, a mocking gesture of pondering. Secondo couldn’t avoid to laugh at your antics.

“I think that that is the most noble of reasons, tesoro…” He answered, grabbing your hand in his and pecking your lips. Before he could part you returned the kiss, a loving confirmation of your devotion. He closed his eyes and when you separated you were already looking at him when he opened them again.

“Yes, my love, I am sure…”

Without any other words he started to chant in perfect Latin, a prayer he had learned by heart so he could just focus on you, nothing else. He laid you on top of the altar, revealing your naked self to him and he did the same, taking his robe off and tossing it to the ground. Secondo took your hips, his face dimly lit by the candles, harsh shadows marking his features, his mouth still chanting in Latin something that you could not understand:

“Duo unum sunt.

Domine satanas buius caritatis testis mugire,

aeterne.”

He took you there, made love to you, so sweetly. The dagger came to play later, he made you drink from him and he drank from you. Then, he came inside of you and you came around him. Lustful union, eternal.

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Present day…

You pick your phone, sending a quick message to your partner:

‘Caro, are you free to talk?’

‘Aren’t we talking?’

‘I mean like in a phone call!’

‘ah…’

‘What you mean ah?! Are you free or not?!’

‘I was just teasing tesoro… relax… what has gotten into you?’

‘Nothing… I just miss you…’

‘Oh, you sweet thing. Give me due minuti.’

‘Okay… thank you.’

You wait, so impatiently, and then you remember that you need to get it ready. Quickly you sprint towards your bedroom wardrobe and retrieve the object you long for: the dildo. It looks like the first day, big, wide, a bit fantastical but so unmistakably him. You want for Secondo to know how much you actually miss him, how deeply you want to feel him… all-the-time.

You rush back to your bed and take off your pajama pants, leaving you only dressed with one of Secondo’s old tees and your black lace panties, one of Secondo’s favorite pairs . The shirts are always too big for you, but you do not care. Secondo himself was known for being somewhat of a monster in terms of size (all the sizes). Being as tall as some of the tallest ghouls, buff and a bit tender, soft tum, perfect to lay your head against to take a nap, voluptuous man boobs and a firm butt and thighs. He is also very strong, like dead lifting strong. Even at his age he was able to carry you around using only one arm.

You began to picture it, Secondo lifting you up, slapping your ass like a raw piece of meat, whispering in your ear all the depravities he is going to do to you… You start to feel hot again, your nipples poking the cold fabric of the shirt and you take a whiff of it. It smells like expensive alcohol, mint and burnt wood… and of his sweat. You asked him to wear a couple of shirts before he left so you could wear them yourself. This particular one, an old Missfits tee, was one of his favorites (and yours too). Particularly, he had worn it right before he left, while exercising. You saw him lifting himself on the exercise bar that hangs on your bathroom door, wearing only a pair of boxers, which absolutely let on the fact that he was hard all the time while exercising, and that tee… let’s say that the boxers didn’t stay on for far too long after that.

The memory is enough to get you soaking wet. You are about to act on your desires when suddenly the phone rings. You groan, but then you remember who is going to be at the other way of the phone call.

“Hello handsome…” You say, trying to sound seductive, but it sounds more needy than anything.

“Buonasera cuore mio… Is there anything wrong?”

“Yes… a lot of things actually, but first… are you alone?” You ask, a playful grin adorning your lips.

“Si… I had to excuse myself on behalf of a very urgent phone call… They told me I could use a private office to do so…”

“Good… the matter is very urgent indeed.”

“What is it tesoro? Are you hurt?” Secondo asks and you have to use all the will power in you to keep a straight face.

“Yes, I am caro, very hurt. My feelings are hurt, I miss you so much I cannot sleep, I want you to hold me close, I want to feel you everywhere, to make me yours again…” There is a long pause… you can only hear Secondo’s deep breaths, not in an exasperated manner, but in a trying to control himself way.

“Tesoro… we had a very long goodbye session to avoid these kinds of issues, remember?” You blush at the memory.

“Well… yes…” you answer, trying to sound hurt “it is your fault thatI need you all the time…”

“Maybe it is…” Secondo agrees with a thinking tone. “Do you have any idea that might lessen your pain tesoro?”

“As a matter of fact, yes, I do.” He hums, trying to control himself, but you can hear his elaborate breathing through the speaker. “I have remembered that there is something here with me that can help me… maybe you could guide me with it?”

“Oh, glorioso Satana. Do you have it with you now?”

“I do.”

“Bene…”

“What should I do first Papa?” You ask, sounding so submissive, so ready for him.

“Fucking- first you should take off your pants dear…”

“Already done sweetie. I am wearing nothing but your shirt and my lacy black panties.” You hear a deep groan at the other side of the call.

“Tesoro, you know how much I love those… and you are wearing my shirt… holy fuck you must look so fucking perfetta… so sinful, so tempting, la mia mela…” The tone is sultry, slow, sensual… how bad you wish you had him in front of you. His breath slows down, it sounds heavy, it even feels heavy. It is wet, needy, full of lust and you can only swoon.

“More caro, tell me more… what next?” You ask, biting your lip.

“Mmmm, remove your panties for me you sweet thing, slowly… leave the shirt on, I want it back smelling of you, of your arousal…” It is inevitable, the moan that escapes you and you want him to hear it so badly. You do as he says, the wetness in you getting hit by how cold the air of the room feels. The contrast makes you shiver slightly, but it only feels uncomfortable for a moment.

“It is done, I am bare now but for your shirt.”

“Fuck… give me a moment dear…” The sound of fabric rustling does not escape you, neither does the sound of the zipper going down. He must be getting his cock out of the confinement of his pants.

“What are you doing caro?” You ask knowingly, trying to hold a giggle.

“I am letting my fucking cock free so I can fuck you like you deserve my sweet…” You blush, deeply. “Nothing else but my cock can fuck you, only me… only my cock.”

“Yes Papa…” You agree and he groans. He must have done something, how badly you wish you could see him. However, the intrigue… it fuels your imagination to no end. In your mind he is in front of your, sitting comfortably on the armchair at the other corner of the room, guiding you, stroking his cock, groaning in pleasure, telling you how good you are fucking his cock.

You are waiting for something, a word, a command. Secondo is taking his time, teasing you. He knows how imaginative you are and he is letting you suffer. That fucker…

“Caro, please… What should I do now?” You whine and Secondo chuckles deeply. He is pleasuring himself, you imagine and you almost want to do the same yourself, fuck his orders, you want to fuck him so badly it is eating you from the inside.

“Così poca pazienza… Va bene, spit on your hand and stroke my cock with it dear, I need it nice and wet for you…” You do, slowly but surely you coat his entire member with your spit. It feels a little weird doing this to a dildo, but then you hear Secondo’s soft moans and you know the ritual is indeed working. The dildo is even emiting some sort of bluish glow and then you know. He is before you, you are stroking his real cock and it feels so warm.

“Brava ragazza, I can fucking feel you, your hand… is that weird?” He asks and your breath fastens.

“I can feel you, my love. Your dick, it is so big… fuck…”

“Cazzo, tesoro… I am going to fuck you… so much, so good, so perfect per me…”

“Please, Secondo, please fuck me already. Don’t tease me any longer.”

“Such a beggar, so needy for my cock… Sit on it my sweet, and let me hear you.”

You oblige once again, grabbing the toy. Sitting on your knees, you lift yourself up a bit and place the dildo right bellow you and descend slowly until you fill it rubbing your entrance. It is difficult, but you manage to sink on it with only one hand, the other one busy holding your phone, a very desperate Secondo breathing your moans through the machine.

“Fucking hell, fuck, fuck, fuck, so big…”

“Ecco, mia cara, stai andando così bene, prendimi intero…” He says as you slowly as you continue your descend, Secondo’s form stretching you. Suddenly, it is filling you entirely and you gasp. You know your knees will be hurting in the morning, but you don’t give a shit. What matters is that he is inside of you, you can feel him, pulsating inside, a faint glow coming for your wet entrance. The ritual did indeed fucking work.

“What are you doing now tesoro?”

“I am seating on you cock, gosh, it is so big, so perfect. The perfect fit.”

“Fuck… move up and down for me bella and let me hear how wet you are against my cock…” You do as he says and put the phone on speaker, placing it on the bed next to where the action is happening. You lift yourself slowly and then go back down with force, gasping for air once again once you make it all the way down again. “Dammit, that sounded so fucking wet, and I can feel it, your pussy, so tight… Is it all in?” Secondo asks almost without breath.

“It… it is, my love, you feel so good… I have missed you so much…”

“Tesoro, I have missed you so much as well… cazzo.” You wish you could see him right now, he must be so fucking hard.

“What are you doing, caro?”

“I am fucking deep inside of you, that’s what… And I am going to let you ride me, baby. Can you do that for me?” No words leave your lips, just a simple hum of confirmation. “Brava. Lean over and place your hands on the mattress, imagine it is my pecs.”

“Yeah… dear Satan bellow…” You moan, as you feel the dildo move slightly out of you, granting some relief.

“Very good, that’s it. Now rise your hips slowly.” You do as he says and the dildo slowly gets further from your core. “Now start with a rhythmic motion, circular, up and down, take whatever you need from me my dear…”

You are too lost to do anything else, Secondo’s voice feeling like master guiding every move of a puppet. You go up and down, feeling his actual heat, his twitching, his very form. Your hands even if they are on top of the mattress do not feel the soft sheets, but a pair of hairy pecks, hard and voluptuous.

“Caro, ah- where are you?” You ask, trying to fuel your mental image of him.

“I- I am on top of a desk, laying up, shit- I can feel you on top of me tesoro… can you feel me too?”

“I fucking can Secondo, holy shit… You are right here with me- ah- fuck- so good…” You moan, when you feel a pair of hands grabbing your thighs. “Fuck me! FUCK! Secondo I need to go faster… can I go faster? Please-ah?” The plead escaping you with the remnants of your breath.

“Donna peccatrice, cazzo, vai più veloce per me… yes, my love, go fucking faster.”

You pick up the pace, the circular motions long forgotten, you are just going up and down and you swear that there is a noise of flesh hitting flesh in the room. You wonder if Secondo can hear it too. The wetness inside is out of this world. You have learned by heart how Secondo feels, his muscles, his body hair, his mouth finding all the spots that make you wild, his cock… How he parts your folds with it with such ease, how he thrusts into you like you were about to disappear, trying to keep you by his side with each slam of his hips. This is something else, the ritual must have enhanced your lust, your core is already tight, you are holding for dear life. In this position it feels like he is impaling you, the erect member between your legs like a sword thrusting to hit the exact spot that will make you cry of pleasure.

There is no sound for a moment, just muffled hums, praises and curses filled with lust. You feel like you are abandoning your body, going to a plane above this one, the ecstasies filling every inch of your body with every movement of your hips.

“Tesoro, I need to see you, per favore-ah-cazzo. You are taking me so well, I need to see your tits fucking bouncing in front of me. I need to see your face while you cum around my fucking cock ah-ah- I know you are close, I can feel it, so deep inside, it is making me go wild, tesoro.” As best as you can, you video call him, placing your phone on the pillows in front of you, trying for your whole form to be visible for him. One ring, two, then he picks up.

Secondo looks like a beautiful mess. He has placed the phone on a chair facing the desk he is lying on. His dick bouncing with every movement you do, his chest covered by a black shirt that is a couple of buttons away from being completely open. A necklace of the Ghost project falling from his chest… You don’t see his papal robes so you assume he has discarded them somewhere in the room. Once he sees you, his t-shirt hugging your sides, your pussy meeting and letting his cock in and out with such ease, the dildo glistening with your juices and the small glow from the ritual… his mouth just hangs open in pleasure.

“Fucking shit, my love, la mia colomba perfetta, amore della mia vita, sei così perfetta, così bisognosa, così lussuriosa…” You open your mouth to let out a silent scream while you observe Secondo raising his arm. His clothed finger finds your open mouth as it always does and you suck hungrily, your tongue twirling around the invisible digit. “Fuck I can feel your wet mouth around my finger, that fucking ritual… the best decision we have ever done.” You can only hum around his finger, bouncing like a happy rabbit. “Let me feel you more, you are doing so good for your Papa. I fucking love your tight pussy, your tits, your ass, so fucking ah- good.” He takes his finger from your mouth and aligns it alongside his other one to where your tits are supposed to be. He looks at you, tears wheeling in your eyes, lost in divine pleasure and he goes for it, testing the reach of the lust ritual.

He grabs your tits with force, an once again faint glow meeting his touch, his thumbs caressing your hardened nipples under your shirt. Fuck, you can feel him under your shirt. Secondo manhandles your tits expertly and you just lean back a bit, throwing your hands from his pecs to his thighs, digging your nails into them.

“Fuck Secondo, fuck, I am going to cum, I- fuck, fuck, fuck me- ah, I am going to cum, I- I-” You scream, the tightening in your abdomen getting more and more desperate by the second, you have been holding it for a while, waiting for Secondo to get there as well.

“Cazzo, tesoro, come together with me, feel my seed inside of you, let me fill you up, my precious little thing…”

With a couple of more thrusts you explode, the walls of your pussy contracting around the toy and also Secondo’s cock. Through your phone you can see it, his cock getting milked, your invisible walls clenching his member into blissful release, the glow around his member shinning brightly while you cum. He does as well, shooting ropes into you, and you can feel them, his hot seed filling you up. Not only that, you can see it. Through tearful eyes you see his release hitting your walls and falling into his balls and him legs. His teeth are clenched and his hands are grabbing your tits with even more force, trying to get the most pleasure out of the moment. He is so far gone that he even draws a bit of blood from his lips.

Everything feels otherworldly, the light in the room like halos, the glow from the places you are touching each other slowly fading, your shared breaths filling your ears and you suddenly collapse on the bed, as many times before. With the motion the dildo gets out from you and Secondo gasps.

The t-shirt is wet with your sweat, but it still smells like him, you sniff as you hum contently. Secondo composes himself quickly and grabs the phone. He sees you laying on the bed, a blissful smile adorning your face, your eyes closed with exhaustion and he smiles back.

“Tesoro…” he whispers “are you ok?” You just nod slightly. “You need to clean yourself my dear…” You shake your head. “My love… I need to go, please know that I love you and… I cannot wait to see you again…”

“I- I love- you…too” the phrase comes alongside a yawn, your eyes still closed, they feel too heavy, as if every bit of energy had been taken from you.

Secondo ends the call, gets himself to look decent and parts from the office room. Of course, his mind is already rummaging on what to do to you next with this newfound power of lust.

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Italian /Latintranslations:

la mia mela: my own apple

così poca pazienza… va bene: such little patience… ok

brava ragazza: good girl

per me: for me

ecco, mia cara, stai andando così bene, prendimi intero: that’s it, my dear you are doing so well, take me whole.

Duo unum sunt. Domine satanas buius caritatis testis mugire, aeterne: Two become one. Lord Satan bellow be witness of this love, eternal.

Donna peccatrice, cazzo, vai più veloce per me: Sinful woman, fuck, go faster for me

La mia colomba perfetta, amore della mia vita, sei così perfetta, così bisognosa, così lussuriosa: My perfect dove, love of my life, you look so fucking perfect, so needy, so lustful.

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amara-among-the-stars · 10 months

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HERE IT IS. THE CRACK FIC. PART ONE. I got the idea of the hot buffalo sauce from nyx

Mountain heard a crash followed by a loud screeching noise. Sighing he hefted himself away from the tree that was in his room. It was winter and all he wanted to do was become one with his tree was that SOOOO MUCH TO ASK FOR!?

APPARENTLY IT WAS MY FRIENDS.

“What the shit is happenin here?”

Mountain asked. Dew and Ifrit were on the floor of the kitchen.

“IFRIT WAS FUCKING MY THROAT AND WHEN HE CAME IT TASTED LIKE HOT BUFFALO SAUCE!!” Dewdrop screamed. Mountain sighed.

“I'm going back to my tree. Bye bitches.” He said and skipped away.

Dew pouted and Ifrit just grinned, handing him a glass of milk.

“The fire ghoul cant handle my spiceyness.” Ifrit quipped.

“Oh my satan shut the fuck up.” Dew growled.

Ifrit shrugged and walked away.

Later on Swiss walked into the living room but walking on his hands.

“Why are you walking like that Swass?” Rain asked.

“Papa said my legs were too hot (hot damn) so im walking on my hands.” Swiss replied.

“Did.. did you just whisper the words hot damn?” Rain asked.

“No. (Yes)” swiss whispered.

“Omg thats so hot of you.” Rain replied, fanning himself. Swiss laughed and flopped onto the floor. His hands hurt. It was time to listen to sad emo music about it.

“Hey Alexa play Oops by Yung Gravy.” Swiss asked.

Rain and Swiss sang along and was very emo about it. Aeon yelled at them for it and then changed it to Blood Orange by Berried Alive.

“Omg this music video is like sooooo weird.” Rain complained.

“Omg like. Shut up Rainey. Its emo fruit time.” Aeon teased.

Out of NOWHERE Sunshine popped up.

“ALEXA PLAY BARBIE GIRL BY AQUA.” She yelled, doing a front walkover. Rain jumped and started crying because he was so startled by Sunny RUINING emo time.

“Im leaving you fuckets to go swim in the lake. You ruined Emo Time!” Rain huffed and got up and walked away with his emo saunter, sashaying away.

Swiss and Sunny and Aeon rolled their eyes.

“Hey what if we had a handstand off.” Swiss suggested.

“Id win. Because I'm so cool.” Aeon said and did the emo hair flip and looked sultry at his pack mates.

“You look like you just ate a lemon.” Sunny commented.

“Or something narsty.” Swiss quipped.

“Shut up you’re just jealous Im so cool.” Aeon replied, going into a handstand.

Swiss and Sunny joined him when Aether and Omega came into the room.

“What the hell is this.” Aether asked.

“We're seeing who can do a handstand the longest. And because I'm so cool IM going to win.” Aeon stated.

“Oh okay. Omega and I are betting on Sunny. She’s the coolest.” Aether replied.

Aeon pouted, he was totally the coolest.

In the end Swiss one. He decided to not be emo about it and they celebrated with shots of patron while twerking on the couches.

END OF CHAPTER ONE. JOIN US NEXT WEEK IN CHAPTER TWO: THE DEWNING.

A/N oh em geeee gaiz I hope you like.. enjoyed my lil fic and totally hit the like and subscribe button and if you do then you'll like, get my love and devotion :3 RAWR XD XD XD UWU

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copiousloverofcopia · 1 year

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I am honored to be able to share with you a commission that I did for the incredibly talented and wonderful @the-cardinale .

I'm still very much in shock that she wanted me to write for her, considering that she's literally to me one of the quintessential writers of this entire fandom.

Beth I love you so much and I have the deepest respect for you. I am so happy that you liked this piece.

I hope everyone else enjoys as well.

Without further ado

Beauty in Chaos ❤️‍🔥

Also featured here on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

Commissions are still open! Please see pinned post for carrd information!

The Papal suite had finally grown quiet. The mountains of toys and piled up dishes spread out across the parlor, and the faint sound of a children's show could be heard playing from the TV. You sat back against the couch, pulling off your glasses and letting out a sigh. Your eyes, aching from being overworked and your head, unfortunately, was following suit.

You massaged away at your temples. Simple, small strokes as you attempted to chip away at the tension. The aches and pains, a familiar yet uninvited guest in recent days. You had realized more and more, just how much work it was to be Prime Mover and wife to the first Emeritus son.

Your headspace was an amalgamation of the to do's and worry. Every waking moment felt like a never-ending pile up of responsibility and stress. You weren't depressed, as a matter of fact you were happier than you had ever been. It was more that this kind of happiness came with a cost—a cross to bear.

Sometimes the monotonous tasking, and endless chasing after your willful little one, made you tired in more ways than imaginable. At the end of the day you were always left feeling stripped bare, and tonight was like any other. As the night had arrived, the light from the sun slowly retreated from the courtyard and you had finally managed to get your child down to sleep. A welcome reprieve, one that had always come few and far between. His waking and sleep cycles, disrupted by the budding of teeth. Ones that insisted on triumphantly making themselves known.

You closed your eyes, releasing another breath, when you felt a comforting warmth on your shoulders. A familiar grip you instantly melted in, as you leaned back on your neck and looked up into your Papa’s mismatched eyes. “I see he has finally tuckered himself out.” Primo smiled, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“For the moment it seems.” you sighed, knowing that you’d be lucky to get an hour of down time. You loved your son so much, but the toddler years had proven themselves to be a beast. One that, the likes of which, even Hell itself couldn’t conjure. “Maybe I will finally get a moment to finally finish up the papers Sister Imperator had sent for me before he wakes–” you remarked, sniffling back before Primo interjected.

“Nonsense.” Primo hissed, “You will do no such thing. Tell me what troubles you? I feel the weight of your soul is heavy my blossom.”

“I have a bad headache and I haven’t been sleeping well, if at all…I–I am overwhelmed.” You blurted out, a bit ashamed for having admitted it. The tears, now slipping from the rims of your eyes. Primo pulled you around to face him. Holding you tightly in his embrace as you began to weep.

“There is no shame in feeling this way.” he promised you, his heart beating in your ear. His fingers, running through your hair, comforting you and soothing the headache that plagued you. You only wished your emotions could be more easily cured.

“Thank you…and I know, I just…I want to be able to help. To do everything that's asked of me. To take care of our child. To help the siblings and the Ministry as is my duty. Help you—but lately it all feels like it's crushing me under the weight of it. I love our life Primo, and I wouldn’t give it up for the world, but I just feel like I'm having a hard time wading through it all.” you cried, burying your face in his chest.

“Oh amore, listen to me. We are going to find something to help you unwind.” he insisted. You brought your head up to face him. Tears leaving a trail of waterproof mascara, which clearly had failed at its job. You wiped the wetness from your cheeks, gathering yourself together once more before continuing to speak.

“Primo I can’t, there is so much to do. I will never be able to get it all done if I don’t keep on it. I need to at least work on the papers tonight. Oh! And I just remembered I promised some of the sisters that I would help with new sibling orientation this week and I…”

“Sí, I understand…but do you hear yourself? You are going to work yourself so hard that there is nothing left to give, then what good are you to anyone that you wish to help? Allow me to help you relax, my petal." He said, pausing a moment before continuing on. "Would you grant this old withered soul an audience in your company? Just the two of us?”

“Oh my love, I want to…believe me I WANT to. I have missed you so much this past week...I just don't know. I miss our alone time.” you admitted, a reflexive smirk gracing your face as you recalled the many times this man had you climbing the heights of passion. The countless orgasms that had sent you to realms far beyond your own while under his lascivious spell.

“Then it's settled. I have already sent for Aether to come watch the piccolo for the evening. He'll take good care of him, while I help you remember the beautiful goddess that you are. One deserving a break.” Primo chuckled.

“Are you sure about that? Not concerned we may come back to find them both gnawing on furniture or the suite covered in drool?” you laughed.

“Not in the least. The ghoul can handle himself.” Primo insisted, trying his best to convince you, and himself he believed it. He was quick to convince you, always so effortless in his ways. So sweet and calming, like a mug of warm chamomile tea. His voice, able to unwind the stress of the day and his smile sending your heart aflutter in your chest. It still amazed you how he managed it.

How Primo could make those first butterflies you felt in the beginning, keep up their flight. The love felt between you both–so deep and passionate. Truly, had you not known otherwise, you would have thought it was black magic. Your husband had spoken, and always seemed to have your best interest at heart. Once Aeth had arrived, you gently kissed the red headed mop, you adored more than life itself, before the two of you bounded out to your favorite spot in the greenhouse.

You made your way down the path, laden with the gray-green foliage and beautiful pink flowers of the creeping thyme that surrounded the stepping stones. Hand in hand, you carefully traversed the grounds until you came upon the sanctuary of your destination. The stars in the sky, beginning to peek out from the clouds above as you walked inside. You entered first, feeling the intense warmth and the smell of the herbs, and Primo’s freshly potted geraniums, filling your senses.

Only a moment passed before you heard the telltale latch of the door from behind you and the small click of the lock. The smell and sounds, sending a smile to your lips and hellfire through your veins. The heat, settling in your belly as the anticipation built up for what was to come.

You headed for the table in the far back, which sat beside a pair of chairs just outside the door to Primo’s storage closet. As you passed through the rows and rows of plants, all carefully tended to by Papa and the siblings, you remembered when you were once just another of the flock. Helping to manage the garden, when you first laid your eyes on Primo. Singing gently to his plants, as he helped encourage them to grow. Many found the practice foolish, often snickering or having a chuckle at your Papa’s expense. You, however, found it endearing. Your heart, opening to him from that moment forward.

When you reached the table, you gathered up the discarded empty seed packets and muddy gardening gloves. Setting them off to the side, as you cleared a space for yourself. “You know I have asked them so many times to clean up after themselves you’d swear they were all still children.” Primo groaned, watching you clear things off.

“I am sure they meant no harm Papa.” you said, stepping out of your panties, bundling them up and tossing them to the side. Your breathing, already heavy. The heat of your core rising as his gaze fell upon you. Your skin, responding as if he was somehow able to touch you with only a look.

“You are breathtaking, you know this?” Primo asked you, “Inside and out."

“Is that so?” You said as you hopped up on the table, knocking off a terracotta pot onto the floor. “Oh shit.” You exclaimed, staring a only a moment at the mess, your eyes immediately returning to Primo for his response. Normally your husband would be remiss not to pick it up, but tonight there were more pressing matters to attend to.

“I am very sure.” he assured you as he approached, discarding the chasuble and trying hard to undo the buttons of his shirt. He fumbled around with them, his hands struggling to free each button despite his eagerness.

“Here, allow me.” You smiled, Primo’s brow cocked, welcoming your help as his hands rested upon the tops of your thighs. His thumbs rubbing against you.

“What did this old man ever do to deserve you?” he asked, gathering up your dress in his fists before his mouth descended on your neck. Kissing along your pulse points. Leaving blush colored marks in his wake.

“Just being you Papa. That’s all.” you moaned as you helped finish off the last of the buttons. His bare chest peeked out from behind the fabric. You couldn’t resist running your fingers through his chest hair, nails gently scraping the skin as he let out a moan.

“Sacrificherei la mia anima a qualsiasi cosa Dio possa averla, per trascorrere l'eternità dentro di te.” Primo purred against your skin. “Let me see you as Lucifer intended.” he begged, his own breathing hastened as you felt the swell of his cock press against your thigh.

You pulled your dress over your head, now naked before him. He helped to guide you backward, laying you down on the bare spot you cleared while minding the rest of the potted plants. He ran his hand up your thighs, brushing deviously light over where you desperately needed his touch. Climbing over your stomach, before resting his hand gently over your breast.

He kneaded it gently, enjoying the feel of you filling his hand. His fingers tugged gently at the peak of your nipple. Rolling his thumb over it to tease. You could feel his cock against you, his own need for you growing. Your blood, pumping faster and faster within your veins. You swallowed back the knot in your throat as you waited—aching to be touched.

“Oh Primo, please.” you begged, needy and ready. You felt his fingers enter you. The slow glide of them inside, making you bite down on your lip to hold back a moan. You couldn’t be that easy on him, letting him know that even just the simplest of his touches set you on fire. Though you were sure deep down he already knew. “That feels so good.” you cooed, giving into your sensations as he curved up his fingers into the delicate bundle of nerves he knew made you keen.

“Oh sweet Satanas, you are so wet for me already.” Primo groaned, his own need beginning to fluster him.

“Always.” you muttered. His hand worked you effortlessly to orgasm. Your hips rocking in time with his movements and his detailed attention to your clit made quick work of you. You writhed on the table, already feeling the sweat pooling on the small of your back and drenching inside of your thighs.

Primo pulled back his hand, gently falling to his knees before you. He minded his aching joints as he got into a comfortable position on the floor. His calloused fingers tracing up along your thighs once again. The feel of it, only serving to fuel your hunger. Your insides throbbing at the promise of him inside you.

“Papa, I don’t know if I can wait much longer.” you told him, half begging, the other half teasing.

“You won’t need to wait long amore.” Primo assured you. You rolled your head, side to side, feeling so incredibly so warm. Unsure if it was the greenhouse, your first orgasm, or the intense need to have another. You didn’t have time to decide, as Primo's fingers pressed into the moist flesh of your thighs, slowly opening them, allowing him to see how much you desired him, how much you’d already given up for him.

“I assure you I am just as ready my blossom and I will earn every last drop.” Primo hummed against your thigh, his tongue slithering up to meet with your exposed, tender flesh. He wasted no time in tasting you. Like a full bodied wine, he savored you with every flick and broad stroke of his tongue. Your hips raised off the table, rolling against his mouth as he tasted you.

Tending to your body in ways only he could, like his most cherished of his flowers. He worked meticulously to watch you bloom. Knowing exactly when and where you needed to be touched. He worked you over, slurping and curling his tongue between your folds and gently sucking on the bud of your clit.

You felt yourself throbbing inside, growing closer and closer to your second orgasm. Unable to keep your hands off Primo's head as he pleasured you. "Mmm…" you moaned, your hips rising up once again. The scent of sex not mingling with the smell of the earth that lingered around you from the spilt over plant.

"That's it my petal, allow me to devour youm show you that you are worthy." Primo growled as his mouth returned to you. Between his words and the feel of him, you quickly were there at the precipice once again.

"Oh Papa, I'm going to cum." You managed to get out, breath shaky and legs beginning to shake against the top of Primo's shoulders. He watched you in all your glory, delighted as you came undone. Your body released against his mouth, flooding it with the sweet taste of you.

"Non c'è niente di più dolce del nettare che sgorga da dentro di te." He purred, taking one last lap of his tongue through your folds before attempting to stand up. You admired his resilience. Despite his age, he had always managed to take on the constitution of a younger man when it came to worshiping you. You pulled yourself up on your elbows, Primo basking in the beauty of post-climactic you. His smile turned delvish as he allowed his eyes to crawl over you.

"I need you." You confessed, laid out before him. Primo leaned in, kissing your breast and taking your nipple into his mouth. The pleasure eliciting a moan from within you as your hands slid around his neck. Holding him close against your breast as you felt him lining his cock up with your entrance.

"I need you too–" he groaned, breaking the seal around your nipple and pushing himself inside you. Slowly and mercifully, your body conformed easily to his girth. Every nerve pressed deliciously, with every inch descended. Your walls, encapsulating him as he carefully seated himself fully inside.

He stood still, watching as you shifted around beneath him, so full but begging for friction between you. "Primo please." You mewled as he took a handful of each of your hips—squeezing tightly.

"As you wish." He smiled, rearing back only to slide back in slowly. Finally giving you the movement as friction you craved. He continued his movements over and over again. Brushing tightly along your soft insides, making you lose yourself in the moment.

You loved sex with your husband. His sinful talents, knowing no limit, but there was something even more sensual when he took his time. Maybe it was because he loved you, but then it always did. Maybe it was because you felt it more fully now than you had in week you couldn't be sure.

He was truly making love with you, worshiping you, showing you that all the universe and everything in existence mattered only because you were in it. This—this was the exact thing you needed. The slow and intentioned thrusts of his pelvis pressing hard against you. His cock pounding over and over against your most sensitive of spots.

You wrapped your legs around him, guiding his movements. Primo's breathing, hard and ragged. His mouth falling open as he fucked into you. Lifting you up off the table as he continued his ministrations. Your fingers scraping at his back as the pleasure enveloped you.

It wasn't long before he had you seeing stars. Your orgasm tearing through you like a soul being ripped from the mortal plane. Intense and incredible, holding on tight to his back as you trembled with your release. Feeling Primo's lips pressed into your shoulder as he continued to move.

He too was overcome. Feeling your body hug tightly to him with each and every thrust. He began muttering, under strained whines, in Italian. Singing praises for you as he began to release. His cock, kicking deep inside you, filling you full of his seed.

Primo fell limp against you, both of you spent and content. You pulled up his face to look at you. "Era proprio quello di cui avevo bisogno." You sighed, Primo smiling at the ease in which you spoke his native tongue.

"Good, because I have a feeling I will be paying for that for a few days." He laughed. Both of you, deliciously happy as he brushed your mess of hair back from your face. His eyes filled with love and admiration.

"There is no one else I would rather be in the chaos with other than you my love." You smiled.

"Ah sí, but what beautiful chaos it is."

Notes:

Sacrificherei la mia anima a qualsiasi cosa Dio possa averla, per trascorrere l'eternità dentro di te.- I would sacrifice my soul to whatever God may have it, to spend eternity inside you.

Non c'è niente di più dolce del nettare che sgorga da dentro di te.- There is nothing more sweet than the nectar that pours from within you.

Era proprio quello di cui avevo bisogno- That was just what i needed.

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endlessraine · 1 year

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copia trying to teach the ghouls how to drive because that’s something that’s been rotting my brain for a bit now but i don’t have the creative juices flowing rn to write it out myself :,)

who would actually be good at driving? who should absolutely not get behind the wheel ever again? any ghoul who road rages? (cough dew and i feel like cirrus maybe too cough) backseat drivers? idk i just feel like maybe it’s a simple yet kinda interesting idea to think about?

OOOO I LOVE THIS.

I didn't put all the ghouls in this but I definitely think Mountian, Aether, and Rain are the most trusted driving.

Dew and Sunshine get road rage

Cirrus already knew how to drive for whatever reason but is the back seat driver.

Swiss and Dewdrop aren't aloud to drive

Cumulus is just an average driver

ANYWAYS HERS IS THE LITTLE FIC

“Dew- DEW HIT THE BREAKS” Copia shouted gripping the car seat for dear life, Copia has been going in turns for a week or so teaching the ghouls how to drive, this was Dewdrop's first- and last time in the car.

Cirrus was sat in the back set commenting on everything, somehow saying more than Copia despite him being the teacher, but she was the only one who knew drive already so the frontman was stuck with it.

“It was fine old man.” Dewdrop growled, maybe teaching him to drive in the first place was a bad idea, considering even when he isn’t driving he screams at people out the window.

“Ok, out of the car go grab Rain” Copia sighed, making Dew huff and get out of the car, slamming the door on the way out.

Rain appeared a few minuets later, offering a small wave before taking a seat and buckling up.

“Ok, do you rember what you learned a few days ago?” Copia asked and Rain nodded

“Gas, breaks, turn signal and the stick to put the car in park, drive and reverse” Rain said pointing at the respective peddles and switches ans such

“Ok ok thats good, do a lap around and we’ll see how you do” Copias said, mentally preparing himself, sending a prayer to satan just to be safe.

Rain put the car into drive and pushed dow the gas pedal and they were on their way. Everything was going just fine, Rain was checking his mirrors, being careful when turning, but there was one thing. Cirrus. She kept telling him when to turn, and Rain looked like he was ready to blow a fuse.

“Turn here-” Cirrus had started to say, but was cut off by Rain abruptly stopping the car.

“I KNOW WHERE TO FUCKING TURN.” Rain shouted, an awkward Silence taking over the car immediately after, Rain put the car back in drive and finished the lap.

Rain put the car in park and looked at Copia to get feed back.

“That was good, you didn’t almost crash like Dew so thats a plus, we’ll work on reversing next time” Copia said, shooting Rain a smile, which the water ghoul returned.

“Also sorry for yelling at you Cirrius” Rain said turning around to the back seat to give her an apologetic smile.

“It’s ok Rain I get it” The ghoulette responded, grinning.

Rain unbuckled and started to make his way out of the car

“Ok Cirrius, who’s next on that list of yours?” Copia questioned, planning on sending Rain to grab them.

“Swiss.” Cirrus said, Copia let out a long deep sigh.

“You know what I think were done for the day.”. Copia said getting out of the car.

He swears he loves them but these ghouls are gonna be the death of him.

#Raine fics #The band ghost #the band ghost fanfics #ghost bc #ghost fanfic #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #Raine asks #HOPE YOU LIKE\#it's kinda rushed #sorry bout that

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chaosandmarigolds · 16 days

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My favorite thing about Simon Riley (at least how he is in my head ya know) is that he's either on top of it like he knows you better than anyone else-

It was just a regular Friday night, you had been out with some friends and probably drank a bit too much for anyone's comfort, so with a sigh of defeat you called your boyfriend (who you had pinkie promised you wouldn't need to call, because you are a mature, well adjusted, adult) It was late but not very so the phone only rang once before he picked up.

"Good evenin princess."

"Si?" your voice was a bit rasped and the lingering sob in the back of your throat didn't help your case, a cryer is what your friends called your more drunken state, "I...Lil too much."

A pause and you hear the jingle of his keys, "Ten minutes. Stay on the phone with me, yeah?"

"Mkay, is' cold outside."

"Why are you outside, baby?"

"Ji-Jill got an uber- said-said I couldn't come. an-and the bar sai-said I can't go back inside...they were so mean."

"Fuckin Jillian-" You hear him mutter and then his voice goes back to its regular level, "Baby I want you to go back to the bar and tell them that I'm gonna be there to pick you up in a minute, is's snowin out here."

A short pause, "And I know the guy at the door scares you but I need you to be my strong girl and go back inside, yeah?"

Or its just, he's oblivious until the very end-

You were currently running a hundred-and-two fever, your muscles ached and everything in you screamed at you to sit down and take a nap. However, your boyfriend just got back from deployment and you were determined to make sure everything was perfect for him. And, thus far, it was- you put on some makeup to make yourself look alive and you just resigned to not speaking a lot, or eating. He didn't seem to notice, about forty hours back into being home and everything was perfect! Aside from the lingering feeling you may just drop dead at any moment.

So at that moment, you sat on the sofa with him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your hot skin covered by your hoodie and the hood of it pulled over to hide your face as you had aptly nuzzled into his side. You felt like death.

Yet in Simon's mind he thought you were just being a blushing school girl, excited about his return and a bit flustered by it. Until he dipped his head down to press a kiss against your forehead.

"The fuck?" He muttered as he moved his hand to your forehead and tugged down the hood to look at you, "Why're so hot?"

You gulp down and shrug your shoulders, "Jus little sick. 'M okay."

"Girly- your skin is burnin up." "Okay?" "How...have you bee' sick this 'tire time?"

"Really feel fine-"

"Lair."

A pause and you look down, "Only little bit."

(annnyway thats it <333 comments and all that jazz make my day)

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bonncy · 3 months

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Someone is afraid....

#original #original art #illustration #original illustration #oc #nun #nun chased by a demon #demon #antichrist #nun art #cult #not gonna lie this illustration reminds me a lot of mary on a cross #mary on a cross #wow hashtags are fun #reminds me of a lot of really good fanfics i've read recently about the band ghost #ghost

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ramblingoak · 7 months

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In His Name

Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader ~ You and Copia spend some time worshipping the Olde One.

Warnings: overstimulation, messy sex, p in v sex, biting, cum eating, this is filthy actually so I hope you enjoy it, NSFW, 18+ only MDNI, 965 words and not proofread

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“You have made a mess of me dolcezza, do you see this?”

All you could do was nod, it was a struggle to find any words at the moment. Copia dug his gloved fingertips into your thighs as he thrust upwards once, twice and then a third time. The slick sounds of his cock fucking in and out of you filled your ears. His cum had started to leak past his cock and mix with your own release, soaking the crotch of his pants and dripping onto his chair.

It was absolutely filthy but you loved every second of it.

He rubbed his right hand right over where he had been gripping you, a dull ache radiating from the bruises beginning to form. Copia hooked his chin over your shoulder, looking down to watch as he dragged his hand up your thigh and onto your belly to rest right above your wet cunt. You jumped, shaking your head when his thumb slid down to rest over your clit.

“N-no, Papa it’s too much!” With a growl he bit into your shoulder and you yelped, jerking again in his lap.

“Now, now. You know what to say if it is, hmm?” His tongue lapped at the mark from his teeth before he brought his lips up to your ear. “You like it though, don’t you dolcezza? You like being full of your Papa, no?”

You whimpered and let your head fall back onto his shoulder.

“Yes, Papa.”

“Bene, I like it too dolcezza. I like cumming inside of you again and again and again.” He punctuated each ‘again’ with a dirty thrust, grinding against you each time. While his thumb began to toy with your clit he brought his other hand up to your breast, teasing at your nipple with light pinches. “You are my plaything, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Pa–ah!”

Copia started thrusting into you again while you answered him, the air getting punched out of your lungs by the force of it. Your nails dug into the arms of his chair as you tried to gain leverage so you could meet his thrusts but you barely had the strength left to do anything. He was right, you loved this. You loved letting him have his way with you, you loved letting him fill you over and over. It was torture but it felt so good.

Your limbs began to tremble as another orgasm started to build. You clung to the chair as hard as you could, not able to do anything else but take it, take him. Copia was murmuring filthy sounding Italian in your ear, the sound of his rough voice combining with your whimpers and the wet sounds of his thrusting driving you right to the edge. You made a desperate sound, begging him without words to get you over. With a rough chuckle that felt like it vibrated through your soul he bit down onto the same place as before and you screamed as your orgasm ripped through you.

He held you up as he finished, his cock kicking as it filled you again. Your head fell back when he brushed his fingers through the mess of your cunt. He rubbed around your entrance, his cock still stuffed inside of you. Copia chuckled again when you weakly batted at his hand, but he obliged and moved it away. The chair creaked when he leaned back, an arm wrapped securely around your waist so you stayed reclined against him.

“Open your mouth, dolcezza.”

You did as you were told, moaning when two fingers pushed between your lips. Your tongue ran along the leather, cleaning the cum off. His chest rumbled behind you and you heard him whisper how good of a girl you were. How beautiful and perfect you were for him. How badly he wanted to fill you again. Copia started to rotate his hips beneath you, small and quick thrusts like he enjoyed doing on stage. You gasped around his fingers, pulling off of them to bury your face in his neck as his cock twitched and started to harden inside of you.

“Papa…how?”

“A blessing from the Olde One, cara. He graces us with his magic so that we can worship in his name.” Copia started to slowly fuck you once more, barely pulling out before pushing in as far as he could. His hands wandered to your hips, gripping your flesh to keep you steady. “Are you ready? Will you receive me again for our dark lord?”

Your hands moved to cover his own, your fingers intertwining as his thrusts became harder. When you turned your head to look at his face you were met with a wicked grin, one that you couldn’t help but match.

“Yes, Papa. In his name.”

Copia took your lips in a hard kiss, his tongue sweeping inside of your mouth. He moaned as he tasted himself before he pulled away and rested his forehead against your own. His thrusts stopped for the moment and you let out a shaky breath, trembling in anticipation for him to start to move again. He gave you a gentle kiss his time, leaning back with that familiar grin on his face once more.

“In his name, dolcezza.” His fingers tightened at your waist, the only warning you got before he started thrusting again. You couldn’t hold back your cries, screaming out Lucifer’s name and hoping he would hear you. Copia laughed and pressed his lips against your ear. “I want you to scream mine though, eh?”

You couldn’t help but snort, squeezing his fingers between your own and nodding. You’d tease him about being vain later. For now you would do what he wanted.

Copia’s name was the only one you screamed the rest of the night.

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amara-among-the-stars · 9 months

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Oh hey i updated TMIA.

Rain attempts to speak to Dewdrop.

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endlessraine · 1 year

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Guys I'm speed running to try and finish the first Mushy may prompt, AHHHHHGHHH

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ghulehunknown · 6 months

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Papa Headcanons - 🐱👅

WARNING!! - NSFW

All the Papas love going down, but they each have their own style

Primo

Prefers to get you nice and worked up, so he’ll spend a painfully long time kissing and caressing you before actually going down on you (so when he does use his tongue it feels explosive)

Says “My, my aren’t we a wet little thing?” everytime, knowing FULL WELL he did that to you

Soft and slow, very gentle

Long, painted strokes along your entire area

Massages your breasts while flicking his tongue around your clit

Uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit to give his mouth a break but doesn’t stop until you’ve cum at least once or twice, preferably in his mouth

Secondo

Roughly fingers you while eating you out

Spreads your legs wide so he can eat every inch of you

Loves to eat you from behind so he can finger your ass too

Grabs onto your legs and hips so he can pull your body closer to him

Wants to take his time and edges you - so he’ll alternate by doing other forms of foreplay (sucking on your nipples or pinching them, making out, fingering you)

Praises you (“brava ragazza”) for being so patient as he takes his time torturing you (“You will be rewarded, tesorina”)

Wants to do all the work so he’ll scold you if you start to grind against him

Loves to see his Papal paints smeared all over your thighs

Massages your ass and tits while eating you out

Terzo

Would die happy drowned in pussy

Wears the smell of you like a badge of honor the whole day

Desperate to eat your arousal and drink you if you squirt

In fact it’s a little game he plays with himself, to see if he can make you squirt (he’s almost always successful)

Dying to get you off this way before he fucks you hard into the mattress

LOVES when you ride his face; he wants to be smothered and barely able to breathe

Also into 69ing - you on top or laying on your sides

Favorite cunnilingus position is you on your back with your legs spread and one hooked over his shoulder while he finger fucks you and sucks your clit

Massages your g-spot when he knows you’re close to cumming

Darts his tongue in and out of your hole a lot (“Amore, how could I waste a single drop of you?”)

Suctions/sucks on your clit a lot and alternates that, flicking his tongue, and using the flat part of his tongue

While each papa has their talents and are very good at doing down, Terzo is the Prince of Cunnilingus - a cunt connoisseur, if you will

Immediately wants to kiss you during (so you can see how aroused he’s made you) and after because sometimes he’s sweet like that

Usually wants to fuck right after you’ve cum (while you’re still breathing heavily)

Copia

Kisses every inch of you

Moans as soon as he has you in his mouth; he can cum just from eating you out (pathetic little rat man)

Can’t help it and will stroke himself while going down on you, unless you have him tied up (to punish him for being a dirty, needy man)

Loves being submissive to you while pleasuring you - either kneeling underneath you while you’re standing or sitting on the edge of the bed/couch, or tied up to the bedpost while you ride his face

Wants to be used like your sex toy

Would gladly spend all day down there as long as you’re getting off

Heard somewhere that spelling the alphabet with his tongue will get you off, so he does that and stops at whichever letter or motion gets the loudest response

He’s got a little bit of washing machine syndrome going on - very sloppy and all over the place at times

Finds a steady rhythm, position, and stroke and sticks to it because if it always works why change it

Listens to your breathing get heavier and stays consistent with his speed and motion when you grip his hair and tell him “don’t stop!”

Wants to cuddle you after and kiss you and feed you snacks (one time he hand fed you fruit snacks while he was down there)

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