#Paps x reader

[thewonderingbard]

Y/N: “My future partner will be brave, strong, intelligent…”

Papyrus: *Proceeds to step on a caterpillar, fall to his knees crying and apologising profusely*

Y/N: *Points* “That one. I want that one.”

Paps: *Still crying over a caterpillar*

Y/N : That meets ALL my standards

[meetmymouth]

Just read leave the door open and now I’m wondering if Theaeora y/n has seen Harry do his business

Harry never thought things would come to this.

He's heard his mum and dad talk about him barging through the bathroom door without knocking. Anne said he loved making Des angry, and he only stopped doing it when he was five.

Theadora is four.

Whenever Harry–or Y/N for that matter–is in the toilet, or in the shower, they never lock the door.This means, Theadora can come in quite easily if she wanted to, which, she usually does– for some reason. So, when Y/N and Thea make banana bread in the kitchen after their tea, Harry does the stupidest thing he can ever do nowadays and lets them know he'll have a quick shower before joining them.

They both freeze at the words I'm gonna have a shower, I'll be back, and Harry tries to act cool, pressing a kiss on Y/N's cheek, then on Thea's forehead.

"Love you, be right back..."

Five minutes in, he's washing his face with his cleanser, still inside the shower, when he hears Thea getting cranky, he can tell by the yelling and groaning coming from the kitchen. He laughs, sorta feeling relaxed as opposed to his recent showers in the past few months because of her new hobby of coming inside the bathroom, and turns the shower off. He dries off quickly, and like a normal human being, he sits on the toilet, thinking he still has a few minutes since he can still hear her complaining.

He's just about to reach for the toilet paper when the door opens, and Thea barges through the door with Y/N in tow.

The small child has a reckless grin on her cherubic face, but Harry doesn't care– he feels frustrated.

"Theadora!" Y/N raises her voice, clearly as upset and fed-up by the reoccurring situation, and Harry sighs, sitting back with his hands on his lap, covering himself.

"Teddy," he starts, making eye contact with Y/N for a moment before his gaze falls back on Thea. "You need to knock, sweetheart, we've talked about this before, right?"

She bites her bottom lip, but she's not looking at him, she's looking at the rubber ducks sitting by the shower.

Y/N sighs. "Theadora, can you look at me?"

"Mhm," the ducks are forgotten. She turns to her mother.

"Actually," Harry mumbles, itching his thigh. "You guys can wait for me in the living room to have this conversation... again," he nods at Y/N. She's holding herself back, he knows. He knows a laugh is threatening to come out. "I'm in the middle of something here."

"Yes," Y/N nods, hands going to Thea's shoulders. "Come."

But, she doesn't move. Instead, she turns back to Harry, and Harry knows what's coming.

He just knows his daughter. He knows her so well, because he's been in her shoes before.

"Is daddy having a poo?"

Y/N bites her lip.

Harry rolls his eyes.

"Yes, Thea, I was. Go with mummy, I'll be with you guys in a minute, sì?"

"Sì... sì, daddy. I maked a banana bread with mummy, do you want to eat with us?"

"Thea..."

[copias-fluffy-asscheeks]

NSFW Copia HCS

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He's been a switch all his life, having bottomed more at first, and in his time as cardinal due to a lack of confidence and or inexperience he preferred to let another take the lead, but now as Papa he's got more confidence(at least when donning the paint, it boosts his confidence a lot) and he is comfortable topping more, but still likes to be taken charge off at times.

Topping or bottoming, I don't care. this man is noisy and loud as FUCK. Whimpering, whining, moaning, gasping, groaning, babbling, begging and growling, you name it.

He doesn't really have any sort of favorite position, but he does enjoy cowgirl a lot, and he WILL have you (s)creaming and seeing stars during doggy style.

Ever the pleaser, this guy has the biggest oral fixation. And with big I mean HUGE (wink wink.)

Like. If you identify as female and or wear panties, he'll ask you if he can take them if you'll be gone for a bit, if he leaves for tour or anything, or he'll just keep them in his room. Whatever the circumstances he'll take them, lay them out on his face and inhale your scent like it's cocaine. He'll lick at the fabric to taste you and smell you as he jacks off to the thought of eating you out.

If you are a guy or identify as one, he'll stick his fingers down his throat and suck them, or beg you to let him suck your fingers. (Or your cock, of course, strap on or a real one, he doesn't care.)

Gender does not matter at all. Ass is ass, taints are taints. Thighs are thighs.

If you peg him or yall do anal, bend him over a desk, counter top, table, anywhere. He is a sucker for feeling helpless and letting you rail him up the ass like a good little boy.

Praise kink. PRAISE. KINK. As cardinal, hearing a partner tell him how good he was was infernal paradise. He felt so small and like he wasn't enough, and there you were calling him nice things and praising him, it hit him like music to his ears and he'd disparately hump your leg as you kept on his running your hand through his hair and praising him.

Even as a papa, even though he has more confidence, he still loves being praised, he works so hard, and hearing you call him a good boy as he does whatever you ask, or even when he's topping, he melts.

Is he an old man? Yes. Are those hips SMOOTH AS FUCK? Yes. Like, we have all seem the Jesus He Knows Me vid. The way his hips thrust and sway so smoothly while the rest of his entire body is just still, just hanging there? That hip control. Yes please.

No matter if he puts on a tough act, he'll always end up begging and whimpering even though he's in control whenever he's about to cum.

He's a sucker for some cuddle sex. Just laying there whilst you slowly make love, still in a spooning position and hearing all your soft gasps and pleas is hypnotizing.

Definitely gets you juice boxes and chocolates (and lots of kisses and snuggles) as aftercare, making sure your sugar levels are right.

Perhaps he'll give you a massage too if you're sore and you allow him.

bite his thighs.

Lick and suck at his nipples. They are sensitive. Play with them for long enough and he'll easily cum from just that, it's perfect.

Leave hickeys and marks on his insecurity and you will never hear him complain about them again. Connected to the praise kink, he loves some worship, giving, but most definitely receiving too. His cute soft tummy deserves lots of kisses.

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A/N: Kind of short but I'm having brain errors and I can't think of anything, but once my errors are over perhaps I'll make a part two to this.

Taglist: @sweatandwoe @lightbluuestars @ghoulettka @copias-girl @papasmicstand @random-bl-fan

[dantesunbreaker]

hey! i love your writing so much :) it’s so week thought out and really true to each character without being stereotypical, i love it. this may be an odd request, but i was wondering if you could head canons for the Papa’s based on Slut! by Taylor Swift? You don’t gotta listen to the song, i just really love the “if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once” theme n like being slutshamed but really is just two people in love. either party can be the “slut” :)

"Slut!" Headcanons

I’m not sure if I responded with how you were expecting anon, but I hope you enjoy them! Also I wrote most of these after working from 6am to 2pm, and then going back to work 11:45pm to 9am the same night with only maybe two hours of sleep in between. So I apologize for any mistakes!

Primo

Of all the Emeritus brothers, Primo would have the least reaction to having a partner with behavior that is perceived as slutty

In all his years, Primo has seen and experienced it all. Why waste time by holding back what the body and mind wants to express?

Encourages you to wear however revealing of outfit as you desire, because Primo would never think to feel jealous of someone else seeing your beauty

Always enjoys your affection, feeling humbled and flattered that you are so openly forward about your attraction and love for him

Doesn’t care for the term slutshaming, because in his eyes there should be no shame in any of that sort of behavior

Primo also does not believe there is no shame when it comes to you, because he knows that the cause is from the love that you feel for each other

Secondo

Of all the Papas, Secondo seems the most well equipped and or has the most experience being with a partner that society would view as being slutty

Being a party animal, he meets a lot of people that would be similarly viewed, and he has been with more than a few

More than happy to let you dress and act however you wish, as long as it is always him you are going home with at the end of the night

If you ever ask if an outfit is too revealing, Secondo will tell you so, but will insist you wear it. Let them see, if only to make them jealous of what they cannot have

Also won’t admit it, but Secondo loves the attention you give him. It keeps him feeling young whenever he is with you

Sometimes if Secondo gets too drunk, he is the one that will act like a slut, especially if you are in a nightclub

There are never any doubts about your love and affection for each other

Terzo

It should go without needing to be said, Terzo is the slut in this scenario

The way that Terzo interacts with Omega on the stage is just a glimpse of how he interacts with you

Is not afraid to throw himself all over you in public, even in situations where he probably should not. Why should he ever hold back his feelings for you?

When you are out in public, Terzo will often make a show of throwing himself at you whenever the opportunity strikes. He loves it when all eyes are on you both

Happily wears the title of slut as if it were a badge of honor, always reminding you that it is all just for you. He is all yours

To everyone in the Ministry, you are both a set of happy love drunk fools

Sometimes however, Omega does have to reign Terzo in a bit to keep him from taking things a bit too far in public. They don’t need Sister Imperator on their case again

Copia

This poor man is so easily flustered, you will have him permanently trying to hide his bright red cheeks beneath his Papal paints

Getting him to admit that he loves seeing you in tight revealing outfits sometimes takes a bit of work, but it is so worth it to see the way he drools over you

Zero issues with other people seeing you in such outfits either, because he would never disrespect you in such a way or treat you as if you were his property. Plus, despite his awkward shyness, Copia is very secure in knowing that at the end of the day it is only him that gets to see you out of such outfits

It is such a foreign concept for Copia for someone to so openly show their attraction and affection for him that sometimes he will get a bit overwhelmed at times. So there may be times you have to dial it back a bit as to not break the old man

But to the same end, Copia is just as eager to similarly display and share his love for you so openly

Actually it is thanks to you that Copia feels the confidence to wear such skin tight lace up trousers, or even how he acts when up on stage

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Grandpa ( Crewel father ) Crewle snuck in to NRC because they missed their grandpup, like any wolf beastmen he quite protective over his family unit and even glares down any boys near his grandpup, when meeting one of her friends and the most monotone voice with a resting bitch face to match he pointed at them and said " married and mate with that boy pup, he seems to have good quality as a mate "

Points at Ruggie, Silver, Trey, Idia, Jack, Riddle,Jamil, Azul ,Rook and Epel

While Crewle daughter just said " grandpa no I'm too young to marry let alone mate yet, pls stop before I call Granny "

And Grandpa just sass " didn't stop your father having you while he was a student at this school"

Grandpa | Yandere Crewel’s Daughter

Sorry but this would never never happen. While you can be found hanging around NRC you’re granparents are never so out of the loop. You go to the Princess Academy you just visit the campus occassionally. That’s what makes it such a treat when you come around. Holiday or over a weekend its a privilege you have as an exemplary student and daughter to the doting Divus Crewel.  

And do you truly think your dear Granddad would be so out of control that he'd sneak into a school? Let alone the place where his son is diligently employed as a prestigious professor? I think not! Instincts and heritage are no excuse for such misconduct and the Crewel name is still a noble one. It’d be the work of a fool to tarnish the name for something so trivial.

Similar to his dear son. He believes no one is truly worthy and he’d sooner you stay the innocent little girl you’ve always been. He’s in agreement with Divus that no mate is worthy of you let alone anyone at Night Raven. He’d sooner comment on your suitors with disdain on his face and disgust in his tone:

Ruggie Bucci

“A young hyena without a name for himself. It wouldn’t be wise.”

“What!? Why you–”

Silver

“He’s handsome but I won’t suggest counting on that to make up for his lack of energy.”

“Hmmm–what?”

Trey Clover

“A baker…well the appeal is there. Perhaps with some nurturing he’d graze the greatness of a leader.”

“Uhm…thanks?”

Idia Shroud

“Ah the child of the Shroud family….If you…have to…he’ll need your steady hand. I’ll help you if you want to doom yourself.”

“Ouch! Attack Damage–expert level.”

Jack Howl

“He’s a proud canidate…he’s got the making of a great mate!”

“Thank you sir!”

Riddle Rosehearts

“A prodigy is welcomed…Dearest when does a human male stop growing?”

“Grrrrr I assure you height will not impede anything that makes me a good husband!”

Jamil Viper

“A servant? A load of wasted talent I’d say.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I don’t plan to be here forever.”

Azul Ashengrotto

“An octopus? On land? The world truly has gone to the dogs.”

“...Well, good. Sir. I can provide just as fine.”

Rook Hunt

“Oh Lalala Monsieur Crewel!”

“You know of me, boy?”

“Oui oui, I’m an avid watcher of your theatrical poetry! It is an honour to meet you.”

“This one…I like this one.He reminds me of your father…do you have protection on hand?”

“Dad!?”

Epel Felmier

“This is a boy?”

“Father–”

“You have a face of an old friend of mine who was know for being boyishly attractive.”

“Eh?!”

[feralforpapa]

Missionary Man [Part 2]

Terzo Emeritus x AFAB!reader

A/N: Thank you all for all of the love on Part 1! I’m sorry it took so long to get this out, I’ve been swamped at work lately. If anyone has any fic or headcanon requests for Papa 3, just send ‘em my way. 💕

Plot: just a continuation of Missionary Man [Part 1]

Warnings: NSFW. Smut. Pure smut. Foreplay. Fingering. Unprotected sex. Breeding kink.

“As much as I want to confess right now… I also have to keep you on track with going onstage, Papa.” Your voice was almost a squeak as your face was still being held by Terzo’s hand. “I still have to do my job.”

Terzo’s lips pressed into a thin line and he gave you a quick nod before dropping his hand to his side again. He turned back to the mirror once more, giving himself the final outfit check - he was always adamant about looking put together, and it always showed based on his exquisite suits, stunning Papal robes, and right down to his calm and lustrous demeanor. For a moment, you thought you might have angered him, or made it seem like you were trying to reject him in a subtle way, and that sent a wave of panic through you.

“Terz-“

you were promptly cut off before you could even get his name out of your mouth, and that was probably for the best, considering that your voice would’ve sounded small as you tried to explain yourself.

“I know. The ritual comes first, and then we can resume this… confession… si?.” Terzo shot a reasurring smile at you through the mirror. “We still have a job to do here.”

“We do.” You let out a little sigh that conveyed how much you didn’t want to be professional at the moment. “Speaking of: it’s time for you to go backstage.”

“Mhm,” Terzo hummed, folding his arm behind his back to take that proper stance that always seemed to drive you wild. “A lot of ground to cover tonight, cara mia.”

There were a few moments of silence between the two of you. Both of you seemed to be caught up in your own thought process about the way the rest of the night might possibly play out. We’re the confessions taking place here? The hotel? Somewhere else? The possibilities were endless, but you weren’t very picky about where any of it took place. All you knew was that you wanted Papa Emeritus III’s cock buried inside of you within the next two hours, or you were bound to just lose it.

Terzo finally turned his eyes and attention over to you after that bout of prolonged and tense silence.

“Half an hour will seem like an eternity, no?” He asked as if he had just plucked those thoughts directly from your brain.

“Well, I’ve waited this long to have some time with you, so, I don’t think another hour will kill me - hopefully.” You smiled in amusement, and silently willed yourself to last a little longer.

So far, you were doing fairly decent at keeping your mind on your job itself, but that seemed to get a little harder with Terzo stepping towards you now. He stared down at you, and his eyes were still consumed with that look of hunger from before. You swallowed down the lump that had settled in the back of your throat, and started to become very noticeable to you that your arousal was only growing as Terzo’s gaze almost put you in a trance-like state. His hand came up once more to grasp you tenderly by the chin, giving you a pull towards his body.

“Bravo ragazza.” Terzo’s accent came out velvety and smooth as he purred at you.

That was it, and that was all it took for your arousal to come fully into fruition. You weren’t very fluent in Italian, but you knew enough from your time at the ministry to know when your Papa was calling you a good girl. You clamped your thighs together right where you stood, forcing yourself not to moan out loud at his words, or just forget about the ritual all together and drop down to your knees in front of him.

It was practically like the floodgates had opened at that moment - figurative and literally, let’s just be honest about that - because every single encounter that you had with him never failed to make a puddle form between your legs. Every passing glance at Mass, the way he strutted the halls with such a balanced and confident stride, and his eyes… those fucking eyes that you’d been so desperate to watch bore holes into your soul while he was between your legs again… it was all you wanted at that moment.

“Y-you really-“ you had to cut yourself off to take a deep breath and swallow down that lump in your throat again, “You really have to go backstage now, Papa.”

Terzo, already sensing your emotions let that smug smile pull at his painted lips again. He gave your chin another small squeeze before lowering his head to press a quick peck to your lips, only letting the heat between the two of your linger for less than a second. He pulled away with a small, teasing hum as he dropped his hand from your face.

“I assume you’ll still be here when I return, hmm?”

“Yeah, definitely not going anywhere.” You caught your bottom lip with your teeth this time.

You couldn’t done everything in the book to try and hide the way that you were feeling or how goddamn desperate you were to have that man on top of you, but it was of no use. Terzo wasn’t a fool, and he knew exactly the type of effect that he had on you, because it had never been much of a secret. There really was no way of keeping secrets from him anyway. He always seemed to know exactly what you needed and when, especially if it involved a need for him; it was like he could smell it on you like you were in heat, or something. Then again, perhaps you were when it came down to the brass tacks of it. The man seemed to hit the on switch for your most primal instincts, and it left you wanting him in the most animalistic of ways.

Needless to say, Terzo was a very versatile lover from what you had already witness from him. He didn’t have any hangups about trying new things, nor was he on some sort of “alpha male” power trip where you were just expected to lay there and let him fuck you without complaining. He could be dominate if needed or wanted, yes. But, the man was also capable of laying you down and making love to you like you were the only person he ever needed or wanted. And that change of pace was always nice when you were in the mood for it.

But, romance wasn’t really what you were after at this moment in time. There was a part of you that wanted him to fuck you until you were raw, because at least you’d have something to remember him by in case you didn’t get a chance to be with him for another few weeks. You were already a flurry of emotions, and nothing had even happened yet. You were undeniably aroused, but also sad at the thought that he might be gone and busy again once you two fucked. You knew deep down that you were never going to get enough of him, you’d always want more.

“Alright.” It was Terzo’s voice that brought you back to reality once more. “Then I fully expect you to be here when I come back.”

“Yes, Papa.” Your voice betrayed you, and your tone oozed with how needy you were.

Terzo let his mismatched eyes roam your form for a moment, but it didn’t last nearly as long as you wanted it to. Before you could even blink, he had already turned and sauntered fluidly over to the dressing room door. But, he didn’t leave before cocking his his head back to you, throwing a flirty smile and that goddamn wink of his over to you. That was the second time in the span of 10 minutes that he made you want to sink down onto the floor - whether that be to gravel at his feet or blow him was debatable - and just like that, he had disappeared out of sight, closing the door behind himself.

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That hour and a half really did feel like an eternity, just like Terzo had questioned you about before he left. You found yourself pacing around the dressing room like a caged tiger, doing your best to take your mind off how slowly the time seemed to be dragging on and on. The slow ticking of the nearby wall clock seemed to get louder and louder by the second; needless to say you weren’t doing a very good job at keeping your mind occupied elsewhere.

You did a lot of preening in the mirror during that time. You did your best to make sure your outfit and hair were styled right, wanting to make sure everything was in place. You became slightly insecure that you might not look as desirable as you thought you should - but that was obviously a harsh critique on yourself that wasn’t needed.

Your outfit of choice wasn’t all that different from the stage garb that the Nameless Ghouls wore. You did your best to try to look the part while you were on the road with them, but it was also the fact that you just appreciated their aesthetic. You wore a long sleeve button down and the hem of it was tucked neatly into your jeans, and those jeans were paired with black leather boot me that stopped below your knee. You spent a good chunk of your time buttoning and unbuttoning the top button of your shirt, trying to decided which looked more appealing.

You finally decided to leave it unbuttoned after 30 minutes of internal conflict about it.

The time that wasn’t spent obsessing over your appearance in the mirror was spent keeping yourself occupied by listening to the echo of the band playing as it reverberated into the backstage hallway. Of course, you could’ve gone out to watch them perform, but you had seen the show countless times and you just didn’t want to tack on anymore temptation for this moment that wasn’t already there. Terzo had already gotten you wet just by being in the same vicinity as him, so seeing him performing and going through his usual antics onstage would’ve driven you completely feral, and it was only bound to get worse before the night was over with.

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Nearly two hours later, your salvation finally came when you heard Terzo’s vocal over the beginning of Monstrance Clock echoing through the venue. You knew full well what that meant, and anybody that knew anything about a ritual did; it was a tradition that it was the last song to be played at the end of the show. That’s when your nervousness really began to hit you with full force, knowing you were only moments away from Terzo returning. You made your way over to the vanity once more, still listening to the ongoing chanting of the crowd as they sang along with Terzo.

You laid your hand on the counter, leaning over slightly as you gave yourself another once over in the mirror. You bit your lip at the thought of the confessions that you were going to make, and that only made the excitement settle in the pit of your stomach.

~

You were sitting on a leather loveseat that sat in the dressing room when the door finally opened up to reveal Terzo standing in the doorway. You could see in Terzo’s face that he was still high from the adrenaline rush that being on stage gave him, and you knew that would only add fuel to the fire of what he was going to be like now. You shifted where you sat as you watched him shut the door behind himself as he sauntered over towards you. You had taken off your boots a while ago, letting your feet press against the floor as you stood up to approach him.

“How was the Ritual tonight?” You asked, with a coy smile tugging at your lips.

“Amazing, Tesoro. They always are,” Terzo replied, offering his gloved hand to you. “But, we can talk about that later. We have - if I may say - more important matters to attend to, don’t we?”

“Yes, absolutely. We do.” The words came out of your mouth a little faster than you intended to.

Nope. There was definitely no denying your neediness for him now. But, the way his head tilted back slightly as he looked down at you through his lashes let you know he seemed to be pleased by that. And if there was one thing you wanted to do: it was to please Terzo in every way that was possible.

“I guess we should start with your confession then, si?” Terzo asked, taking another long step toward you, letting his body come to a stop only a few inches away from yours.

And then that solid lump formed in the back of your throat again, but it seemed damn near impossible to swallow it down this time. For a moment, you thought you might choke on your own words, but somehow, you managed to swallow thickly before letting out an audible sigh. You turned your eyes up to Terzo’s again, and it didn’t take them long to start scanning over his face paint. It never failed to make you weak in the knees to see how it brought all of his best features to the forefront.

“How do the siblings do it?” You asked.

Terzo cocked his eyebrow at your question, as if he didn’t quite understand your meaning.

“The confessions,” you added with a small laugh. “Is it, ‘forgive me, Father, for I have sinned?’ Or ‘Forgive me, Papa… I haven’t sinned enough.’?”

Terzo smiled with a quietness, letting that intimidating gaze of his grow into one that was ready to send you over the edge. He reached his hand up just as he had before, letting his gloved digits grasp lightly at your chin, giving you a small tug forward as his mismatched eyes burned into yours.

“The rest usually just ask for a talk… but, I could get used to hearing that second one, cara,” Terzo purred, letting his accent roll fluidly off his tongue. “And what about you, eh? How do you want to address your Papa?”

“Well, if we we’re going by the restrictive rules of Christianity… then I’ve sinned a lot lately, Papa- sinful thoughts, anyway.”

There was a slight pause, and the tension between the two of you felt like a thick cloak was being draped over the entire room itself.

“And what are those thoughts?” Terzo’s voice was more of a whisper as he raised an eyebrow with strict interest and attention.

Here it was, it was all or nothing now. There was no way you could mention something like that and not go through with telling him about it.

“You,” you confessed, biting into the side of your cheek. “My mind keeps going back to our earlier… encounters… I mean, the thoughts are really bad during Mass, but they get even worse at night.”

You raised your hand up to wrap your fingers around his wrist while he still had your chin in his grasp. You gave it a small squeeze as you blinked up at him with a wanton expression. This man had barely touched you in all the ways that you needed him to, yet you were already mush in the palm of his hand, ready and willing to do anything he asked.

“I know it’s probably obvious and, like you said, there’s no need to be coy,” you continued, letting out a small breath when you felt his fingers squeeze into your skin again, “So, the confession is that: no matter how many times I try to get myself off at night thinking about you, it just doesn’t compare to how good you made me feel when you touch me.”

“I can’t say that it didn’t seem obvious… I can feel the tension and frustration radiating off of you when I’m near you these last few weeks, amore,”he replied, letting his eyes scan over your face and body. “And if your body didn’t give you away, then the way that you look at me certainly does.”

“Guess I’m not so good at keeping secrets.”

“Not from me, no.”

You started to let your hand drop away from Terzo’s wrist, but he finally released your chin and grabbed your hand instead, pulling it up to place your palm flat against his chest as he tilted his head at you.

“But, I am slightly disappointed to hear that you aren’t finding your own pleasure lately… that just won’t do,” Terzo hummed, letting the tip of tongue click against his teeth to emphasize his words. “All of us need to be satisfied and happy if we are to serve or ministry properly.”

“Give it back to me then.” Your fingers gripped slightly into his white shirt. “Please.”

“As your Papa, I’m happy to provide whatever you need.” Terzo’s free hand snaked around your body, pulling you into his chest.

He finally lowered his head enough to put his face closer to yours, and it was close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin. Your fingers gripped further into his shirt this time, and you closed the distance between the two of you as you leaned forward to press your lips against his. You couldn’t help the small moan that escaped against his lips as the two of you engaged in a long awaited makeout session. You could feel his arm tug you flush against his body, and that only made you more eager to keep your lips on his.

You were only showcasing your impatience by both of your hands already starting to work their way over the silver buttons on his shirt. You tugged at them to unsnap and few and you felt the chuckle against your lips from Terzo before he dragged his warm tongue along your bottom lip.

“Trying to skip right to the good part, are we?”He mumbled against your lips.

“All of it’s good, Papa,” you breathed against his mouth, catching his bottom lip between your teeth.

You could feel that smirk of Terzo’s as he brought his hands up to your chest, starting to undo the top buttons of your shirt. The kiss continued when he took the lead and pressed his lips back to yours, letting his tongue slip into your mouth this time. Another small moan sounded in your throat as your hands grasped at his slender waist, but a whine of protest escaped you when he detached his mouth from yours too quickly for your liking. There were more wanton stares thrown back and forth before he finally let two of his gloved fingers slip between the buttons of your shirt.

“I’d love to see this unbuttoned just a little more, cara,” Terzo purred, tugging at the fabric of your shirt, then dropping his hand to the button on your pants. “And these.”

“As long as you’re the one doing it,” you told him, taking his hands in yours to pull them back up to your chest.

“With pleasure.” Terzo’s lips pursed while he slowly began to unbutton your shirt.

His eyes barely left yours as he as he finally undid the last button and let your shirt fall open. But, obviously he couldn’t stop himself from dropping his gaze down to get a look at your bare chest. You watched his teeth scrape over his bottom lip. You took the incentive to try and further please his eye by shrugging the material from your shoulders, letting it slide down your arms to pool in the crook of your elbows. You stayed like that for a moment before dropping your arms to let the shirt fall to your feet.

“Hot. There’s no other way to put it.” Terzo’s hand snaked around your waist once more, giving you a sharp tug into his body. “And far too irresistible to be so unstatisfied lately… but, I’m determined to fix that tonight, sorella.”

He ghosted his lips over yours on purpose, making the intensity of the moment build before ducking his head down to your neck. There was a small gasp that escaped you, and your hands involuntarily clamped down on his shoulders when you felt his warms lips on your neck. He immediately found that sensitive spot at the base that he knew would send you into a completely unhinged state. You felt his lips suction around your spot as he let out a small growl against your skin, and then you felt the material of his gloved fingers move their way up your body to your breasts.

You dug your nails into the material of his suit on his shoulders, letting your head fall back, rendering yourself vulnerable to his mouth as he nibbled and sucked at your heated flesh. One of Terzo’s hands fell down to your ass, gripping into like he owned it - like you were his - it made you squirm with delight against his body to see him assert that dominance. You didn’t bother to try and stifle back the moan that escaped your throat when you felt him press his warm tongue against the base of your throat to lick a stripe up to the side of your neck. He coated you with his saliva as if he was marking you for himself.

“Fuck, Terzo,” you whined, sounding completely desperate for him, but that was the least of your concerns. “I need more of your mouth. Please.”

“That’s a dangerous request to make when I’m starving to devour you again,” Terzo purred against your skin, brushing his thumb over one of your stiffened nipples. “Especially when I know just how fucking good you taste.”

You huffed out in response to his words, practically turning into a post-verbal mess before him. It was light a switch had finally flipped inside of you, and whatever shyness you were still clinging onto was finally released. Instead, you were taken over by your own carnal instincts and your need to let this man have his way with you.

You reached up, grasping at Terzo’s raven black hair to pull his head down to your chest. You only had to use minimal effort, because he was more than willingly to duck his head down and suction his mouth around one of your nipples with a certain quickness. You whined sharply and hiked one of your legs up onto his hip as much as you could; your next goal was to press your crotch flush against his, more than a little impatient to feel his cock harden against you. Your grip strengthened on his hair as he growled against your breast, continuing to tease your nipple with his tongue. You couldn’t hold yourself back from rolling your hips against him, starting up at slow grind to try and relive that severe ache between your legs.

Terzo seemed to be pleased by your initiation, and it was further proven by the way his other hand dropped down and he was helping guide your small thrusts with his hands gripped into your ass. You had soaked through your underwear with your arousal by now, and you wondered how much more wet you could get before it soaked through onto his trousers - which was a turn on within itself, to mark him just as he had done you moments ago.

Terzo finally pulled his head up to press his forehead against yours, narrowing his eyes as he watched your face already contorting with pleasure. He kept that firm grip on your ass, giving your hips a small yank so you could grind your pussy flush against him this time - as flush as you could since the two of your were still clothed. Your pupils dilated with a glimmer of lust when you felt just how hard he was getting. You let your hands slip between the two of you, quickly unbuttoning your jeans and taking down the zipper.

One of his hands shot back up to your face, grasping your chin as he tilted your head back to make you look up at him once more. You watched the side of his jaw flare from the way he gritted his teeth, biting back his own seething arousal. Your hands came up to hold onto his waist as he stared down at you, and the smoldering look he was giving you made you realize that he probably wasn’t going to hold back when he finally fucked you.

“Touch yourself for me, cara,” Terzo groaned at your mouth, flicking his eyes down to your lower half. “You say it doesn’t compare to how I touch you, so show your Papa.”

Your jawed flared as you looked up at him with eyes that were already glazed over and completely shot with lust. You grabbed Terzo’s wrist, pulling it down between the two of you, leaning your head forward to engage him in another hot kiss. You slipped your tongue inside of his mouth this time, desperate to taste him in anyway that you could get it. He moved his tongue back against yours without protest, still using his other hand to grope and squeeze your ass as he began to grind against you with more intent this time.

“I’ll show you, but I wanna use your hand, Papa,” you breathed against his mouth, pressing his gloved hand into your crotch.

“Sembri così viziato,” he teased you for your needy behavior, but it was evident by his tone he enjoyed it. “At least let me get this off, si?” He lifted his gloved hand back up to show you.

You squirmed where you stood, wanting to protest, but decided against it as you nodded your head at him. You watched his painted lips tug into a smirk while he lifted his fingers up to his mouth. He placed his fingers to his teeth, biting down on the soft cotton of the gloves as he maintained eye contact with you. Your lips parted as you let out a sigh, watching him give a tug to the material to pull it off of his large hand. When his bare fingers finally came into view, your gaze went straight for them, eyeing them hungrily.

You grabbed Terzo’s wrist again, pulling it back down between the two of you, pressing his fingertips against your exposed underwear. Your breath hitched into your throat when you felt the warmth of his fingers as he pressed into the top of your pubic bone. You guided his hand, letting his fingers slip into the band of your underwear, and that’s where he decided to take over his own movements. You placed your hand over top of his, digging your nails into his skin when you felt the first few jolts of pleasure as his fingers slipped between your folds.

“Ah, sorella, you really have missed me, haven’t you? Already so wet for me,” he growled in that silly tone, using his fingers to spread your leaking arousal around your sex. “You are going to feel so good stretched out around me again.”

You moaned out, using your hand to press his fingers further inside of you. Your body jolted roughly against his, both of your chests pressed against one another. Your head fell back, enjoying the feeling of Terzo beginning to draw rhymically circles around your swollen clit. The ache you felt from in your core was still very prominent, but it was becoming a little more satisfied with each stroke he made with his skillful fingers.

“Right there, Terzo. Your fingers feel so good.” Your voice was already becoming shakey from each hard breath you took.

As much pleasure as you were in, you still weren’t intending to be selfish about it. You pulled your hand away from his, bringing it forward to press your palm against his crotch. You let out a grunt when you felt just how hard his cock was as it strained against the material of his jeans; that was enough to make you want to bend yourself over from him right at that second. You’d throw your own pleasure to the wind for him, but you knew he wouldn’t allow you to do that to you.

“Do you feel what you do to me, bellisima?” Terzo asked, jutting his hips forward to press his cock firm against your palm. “You aren’t the only one that thinks about us fucking. Fantasizing about you during Mass isn’t enough anymore.”

“Fuck me now, then.” The words blurted from your mouth without a single sense of hesitation as you rubbed his erection through his pants. “You can bend me over that vanity and use me, Papa.”

Terzo narrowed his eyes, and his fingers slipped deeper inside of your entrance until they were penetrating you fully. You felt his fingers curl upwards until he was pressing right into your g-spot. Your hand paused their strokes against his cock for a moment, becoming caught up by your own pleasure when he began to pump his fingers in and out of you.

“Facile, bambina. I’m going to breed you on every surface tonight, until you tell me you’ve had enough,” Terzo purred dangerously, creating rhythmic strokes against your g-spot for emphasis. “But first, I want to feel you cum on my fingers - that’s an order.”

You nodded feverishly up at him, looking at him through hooded eyes as he gave you his strict order. You started grinding your pussy down into his hand enough to press your mound into his palm as he fucked you with his fingers. Each thrust made your clit glide against his skin, creating a new wave of sensation and pleasure each time. Each stroke of his fingers only seemed to make you wetter, and that was very obvious as your arousal began to leak enough to coat his fingers and open palm.

“Fuck- right there- don’t stop, Papa” you moaned, grabbing hold of Terzo’s waistband, hastily unbuttoning his pants.

You snaked your hand into his pants, finally getting the first feel of how hard he really was when you wrapped your hand around his cock. Terzo growled out with a mixture of pleasure and impatience, pressing his hips against your hand, urging you to continue. You pumped your hand along his cock a few times, biting into your lip when you heard the first actual moan fall from his lips.

Hearing his deep voice turn into sounds of pleasure was more than enough to bring you closer to your impending climax. You stroked your hand along his length, stopping ever to often at his tip just to tease him, loving to feel the way he would thrust sharply against your hand. You watched as he glared at you with narrowed eyes, and that only seemed to encourage his to to make his fingers move more intensely against your g-spot. He’d pull his fingers from you every so often, but only to circle his fingers around your clit.

Your moans had turned into sharp whines as that coil of pleasure begin to tighten in your stomach, letting you know that you were getting close. Terzo only added to your stimulation as he dropped his head, surprising you as he took one of your nipples into his mouth again. You mewled out, letting your head fall back to surrender yourself over to his mouth and fingers as you were right on the edge of your relief. Your legs trembled right where you stood, so much that you thought you might collapse right there. Your movements against his cock finally paused, and you could feel the warmth of his pre-cum leaking onto your fingers.

“Terz’, I’m so close,” you panted, using your free hand to grasp his hair again, clinging to him while your walls started to tighten around his fingers. “I’m gonna cum.”

He released your nipple from his mouth once more, pulling his head back up to look down at you again. He grasped your face with his free hand, forcing you to look up at him, yet again.

“Si, cara mia. Show me how good it feels - I want to see that pretty cum face when you let go for me,” Terzo encouraged you, but still keeping a consistent pace with his fingers.

You released his length from your hands at that moment, bringing them up to wrap around him, hanging on for dear life. You cried out as you clung to Terzo’s frame, feeling that tight coil in the pit of your stomach finally snap. You felt that intense wave of pleasure as your orgasm began to overtake you in heavy waves that shuddered your whole body. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, and your walls contracted tightly around Terzo’s fingers, but he still made the effort to pump them in and out of you as you rode out your orgasm.

“I’m cumming.” You were able to choke out words through your gritted teeth, but only just.

“Brava ragazza, just like that. Cum for your Papa,” he continued to talk you through your orgasm, tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth. “Merda… I can feel you dripping down my fingers, tesoro. They feel that good, hmm?”

“Y-yes, yes.” You had to force yourself to answer his question.

You were already feeling a little dazed and foggy-minded, thanks to the first orgasm he gave to you. The last few weeks, you were only able to give yourself minimal amounts of pleasure, but having Terzo forcing you to cum for him gave it all back in an instant. It was slightly overwhelming to feel so much stimulation at once, but it was a euphoric feeling none-the-less.

“I need you, Terzo. I don’t want to wait anymore. I want you inside me now,” you finally began to beg without an ounce of shame.

Terzo, obviously starting to become just the slightest bit impatient from his own lust pulled his hand from your pants. He lifted his hand to reveal the way that you had slicked his fingers with your fluids, and his mismatched eyes scanned over them. You watched his take his fingers to his mouth, and you breath hitched when he dragged his tongue along his ring and middle fingers, tasting you.

He hummed, closing his eyes as he savoured the way you tasted on his fingers. He licked another stripe up to the top of his fingers before placing them in his mouth briefly to clean them off. His mismatched eyes finally opened to find your again, and he tilted his head at you with a small smile. He reached out that same hand to you, and it’s as if you already knew exactly what he wanted as your mouth opened without him so much as having to signal you to do it.

“You taste even better than you did the last time. If I went down on you now, I don’t think l’d be able to stop,” he whispered gruffly, pressing his fingertips against your tongue, making you whimper at his words. “But, I plan on having my face buried between your legs before the night is out.”

You lips closed around Terzo’s fingers with a hum, sucking at them gently before pulling your head back to make them pop out of your mouth. You grabbed his hand, pulling him with you as you headed for the vanity. You mind had only one intent at that moment, and that was to have his cock filling you completely; you had waited long enough to feel him again. You used your arm to swipe the contents of the counter to the side, gazing up at him through the mirror with a lust-driven glance of encouragement.

“Fuck me, baby,” you said bluntly, reaching down to shimmy your pants down below your ass, leaving yourself exposed.

Without another word, Terzo’s hand began to do the same to his trousers, lowering them enough to let his cock spring free from them. You pressed your chest down against the counter, giving your back as much of an enticing arch as you could as you reached back to grab at his waistcoat, pulling him into you. You grunted when you felt his large hands grab your hips, giving you a sharp yank back into his pelvis. You loved feeling that bit of assertiveness from him, even more so, you loved the feeling of him grinding and pressing his cock against your ass.

“You are so ready for me, cara,” Terzo moaned, letting the tip of his cock slip between your folds, teasing your slit with the head of his cock. “I can feel how wet you are against my cock.”

You groaned, pushing your ass back against Terzo to start up a slow grind against his cock and pelvis. You felt him press the tip of his length against your entrance, hitting his hips slowly to press his himself inside of you. You moaned out, digging your nails into the wood top of the vanity as Terzo gave a harder thrust this time, stretching you open as he began to penetrate you.

“Don’t stop,” you gasped, pressing your hips back against his, forcing his cock further inside of you. “I missed feeling you stretch me out, Papa.”

Terzo groaned, giving his hips a snap as he filled your pussy all at once with his girth. You let out a slightly strangled moan at the surprise of feeling him enter you all at once. Your chest heaved up and down against the vanity, and you lifted yourself up into your tiptoes, trying your best to expose all of yourself to him. You were presenting yourself to him as if you were something that was in heat.

Then again, being in heat was exactly what it felt like whenever Terzo was near you. Perhaps that’s what he meant earlier when he said that your body gave you away whenever he was near you. It was obvious that he could feel how turned on he made you whenever he was around you.

“And I love feeling you around my cock,” he replied through a growl, starting to give you slow thrusts as he kept a firm grip on your hips. “I want to feel you cum again. I want to feel you soak me before I breed you, bellisima.”

The next thing that you felt was a stinging slap to your ass. It made your body jerk forward against the vanity as you mewled out again, tilting your head back, and that’s when Terzo tracked his hand up the base of your neck to grab a fistful of you hair. He gave your hair a quick tug, reminding you that he was absolutely in charge, and that was when he began to roll his hips against yours with quick movements. His cock delved deep inside of you with each thrust of his rhythmic pace.

You choked out a moan, unable to form any sentences this time as you were taken over by the pleasure of him bottoming out inside of you. You panted as you laid there and took every single stroke that he gave to you, letting your cunt contract naturally around his length each time. Terzo let out growl and moans of his own, becoming focused on getting you off and nothing else. He landed another hard slap to your ass, leaving your skin red and burning, but it only added to how good it all felt.

The small room was was filled with the sounds of the two of you moaning in unison, and it was only contrasted by the lewd sounds of your skin colliding with Terzo’s as he fucked you. You could already feel yourself getting closer to your inevitable second release of the night, and you could tell it was going to hit you harder than the first. You had been reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess as you clinged to the vanity. You had had gotten so wet from the encounter that it was beginning to run down the insides of your thighs, it very obviously had soaked his cock and the front of his pants by this point.

“Does it feel good?” Terzo moaned, giving your hair a tug to pull your back up into his chest so that you were forced to look at him through the mirror. “Tell me. I want to hear it.”

“Fuck yes,” you whimpered when you felt the head of his cock brush your g-spot from this new angle. “I’m not gonna last much longer - you’re hitting my spot, Papa - goddamn.”

“Good,” he snapped hotly in your ear. “I want you to lose control for me, ragazza. I want to please you.”

“You do, Papa,” you cried, started to move your hips back against his, grinding yourself into his cock. “No one makes me feel this good. I’m all yours, whenever you want.”

“Of course you’re mine.” It was a blunt statement that sounded very serious when Terzo growled it against your ear. “I don’t want anyone else to have you like this, sorella.”

You had completely surrendered yourself over to him at that moment. You let your head fall back to his shoulder, still keeping that eye contact with him through the mirror as your hand came up to brush through his raven hair again. You gripped into it as he dropped one of his hands down to slip it between your legs, using the fingers of his bare hand to stroke over your sensitive clit. You grinded against him, but you were also met with those rhythmic, jarring thrusts from him.

“Fuck, don’t stop- just like that, Terzo. Shit, shit, I’m gonna cum so hard,” you encouraged him through choked crying, feeling your legs start to tremble more intensely this second time around. “I want you to cum with me, baby.”

Terzo moaned against your ear a little louder, his body shuddering against yours when you praised his efforts. You kept a tight grip on his hair, continuing to move your hips back against his, trying to fuck him just as hard as he fucked you. Judging by the sharp moans that both of you were letting out at this point, you both seemed to be doing a very good job and bringing each other closer to the precipice of climax.

“Cara, you’re getting your Papa so close. I’m going to cum with you-” Terzo let go of your hair and reached down to wrap his hand around your neck glaring at you through the mirror, continuing, “Where do you want it? Tell me, bambina.”

You turned your head up to look at him directly, pushing yourself up to let your lips crash into his. You moved your lips against his, nipping against his bottom lip every so often before slipping your tongue into his mouth. You moaned out when you got the first taste of yourself from earlier on his tongue, huffing out before pulling back enough to ghost your lips over his.

“I want you to cum inside me,” you breathed, letting go of his hair to cup the side of his face as you looked at him with big eyes. “I want all of it, Terz’. Your hair came up to grasp his hair just as quickly as you let it go. “Cum with me. Breed me.”

Terzo growled in response and his lips pressed to yours this time, initiating a very sloppy kiss as his tongue darted past your lips to get to the inside of your mouth. You whined against him as he let go of your throat, bringing his hand up to hold the side of your face briefly before pushing you back down to your chest on the vanity. You breathed breathed out and gripped into the vanity again when he grabbed roughly onto your hips again, you flicked your eyes up to him in the mirror, watching intently as he fucked you.

You didn’t want the image of him standing over you and fucking you from behind to leave your mind; you wanted to keep it etched onto your memory like an engraving on stone. The sight of it was more than enough to bring exactly where you needed to be at that moment. You locked eyes with Terri through the mirror, letting out strangled cries of pleasure as your eyes began to well with tears from the amount of stimulation you were receiving. The combined feeling of Terzo’s cock filling you up and his fingers drawing circles around your clit was the final nail in the coffin.

“Okay- okay-“ you managed to choke out, trying your best to form a coherent sentence to warn him. “I’m cum- FUCK- I’m cumming-“

You cut yourself off with a desperate cry as you doubled over against the counter, slamming your ass back against Terzo, doing your best to keep his length as deep inside your cunt as was possible while your orgasm overtook. You felt your walls convulsing and clenching hard around his cock, making him moan out along side you in the process as he leaned over to press his chest down to yours. You could feel the heaving of his chest against your back as his own composure began to wane.

“Ah, cara mia, sto per venire,” he announced, burying his face into the nape of your neck to let out a primal growl against your skin. “Ti senti così bene.”

You didn’t need to understand what Terzo was saying to know that he was climaxing - you could feel it. Your back arched painfully against his chest when you felt the first few spurts of his cum coating your walls and filling you deep. You continued to thrust back against him as much as you could, but you were slowly reduced to only being able to grind your ass against him. You doing your best to try and milk him for everything with his weight on top of you. You reached up with a shaker hand, placing it against the back of his head, for no other reason than to feel as close to him as your could.

Terzo returned the affection by laying a few random kisses against your shoulder blade, biting down into your flesh every so often with his teeth. Your hips shuddered against one another, and there were more than a few stray moans that escaped oth of your as you continued to ride out your orgasm to reach that post-coital high that came along with it. There were another few sets of sloppy kisses and nibbles being left along your shoulders and neck before the two of you were finally finished.

You body and legs were trembling so much at this point that you began to have genuine concerns that you’d fall over into the floor of you didn’t keep a tight hold onto the counter. You let out a large breath and let yourself relax against the counter. You felt him pull some of his weight off of you as he let his palms rest on either side you your head. His cock was still buried inside of you, and each movement that he made - no matter how small - sent aftershocks through you that made you whine softly.

“You are gonna be… the fucking death of me,” you breathed out, adjusting your head to eye him from your peripheral vision.

“Me?” Terzo scoffed before taking in a breath to relax himself. “You are younger than I am, sorella.”

“Mm… you’re way too humble, and a sadist to boot…” You did your best to prop yourself up onto your elbows, “there’s no reason to make someone cum that hard, unless you want them obsessed with you… old man.” You threw a teasing look over your shoulder at him.

“I don’t believe in things that are lackluster, and sex is at the top of that list. If I have anyone obsessed with me, I just chalk that up to my position as Papa.”

“Oh, is that how you explain that harem of siblings that are always following you around?” You hummed, throwing a look up to him.

Terzo smirked, reaching down to caress your cheek and chin with his hand. He tilted your head back to get a good look into your eyes.

“Is that jealously I’m sensing?” He questioned, stroking his thumb across your cheekbone.

“It depends on how much you’re gonna make fun of me if I say yes.”

His eyes wandered over your face and features silently for a moment. After a moment, he shook his head slowly before leaning himself in and pressing his lips to your cheek, planting a lingering kiss there. When he pulled back, he press his forehead into the side of your face, giving his head a small shake.

“You have nothing to be jealous of. I appreciate the devoutness of the other siblings and they’re loyalty to the clergy, but who’s the one that’s with me right now?”

You bit into your lip, and tried to pull your face away from his hand to hide the deep blush that began to radiate across your cheeks. But, it was no real use, he held your face firmly in his hand, giving it a little squeeze to let you know he wasn’t allowing you to pull away so easily.

“Answer me, Sorella.” Terzo’s tone was a little more stern this time, but you knew he didn’t mean for it to sound intimidating.

“Me. I’m the one with you now, Papa,” you replied, still looking back at him with a doe-eyed gaze.

“Exactly.” Terzo’s voice was more gentle when he answered, then he laid several quick pecks to your lips. “I thought it might have been becoming obvious that you’re my favorite of all the siblings.”

“I’ll make a mental note of it. I promise.” You smiled back at him, but quickly shifted your stance where you stood when you started to grow stiff from your current position. “Okay, I think I need to stand before my legs give out on me.”

Terzo’s length was still inside of you while it finally started to soften. The mixture of your fluids was quickly creating a mess that seeped out of your pussy. You could feel the mess it was making as it ran down the insides you your thighs, coating your skin, along with your pants and his. You grimaced lightly at the feeling of it now; the sloppiness of sex was always fun for the first few minutes after it was over, and then it just started to feel overly sticky.

“That statement right there: it makes you the oldest one here by default, Tesoro,” he chuckled, giving your cheek another small kiss before he stood up straight. “I’m going to pull out now, si?”

You nodded your head, non-chalantly reaching your hand behind yourself to lay it against his slender hip. It was the same reasoning as to why you grabbed his head moments ago; you just wanted to be close to him. You wanted to touch him and feel his warmth beneath your fingertips. Secretly, it was something that you didn’t want to l live without now. Terzo gave you a small smirk through the mirror, and it wasn’t until now that you noticed just how smeared it Papal make was; it was mainly the paint around his eyes and mouth that was smudged beyond repair

You felt him start to pull out, but even that added to the overstimulation that you felt. You moaned softly, giving his hip a small squeeze of warning as he laid his palms against your back, rubbing soothing circles to one of your shoulder blades. He gave a quick jerk back with his hips to pull himself out fully all at once, making another small moan escape your throat, and then came the feeling of all of his ejaculate running out of you.

“I’ll apologize for putting your legs to sleep, but I won’t apologize for the mess I made - that part was worth it,” Terzo mused, admiring the way that his seed oozed from your cunt before pulling his eyes up to your face again. “Are you okay?”

“Trust me, I’m fantastic,” you reassured him, grunting as you started to lift yourself up again. “Just a little worn out, if we’re going to be honest.”

“Let me help you then.”

His reply was quick and he didn’t give you any time to protest or tell him you were going to be okay before he was shoving himself back inside his pants and making a beeline to gather up another of your clothes that had been strewn around the room. You stared at him through the mirror, shaking your head with amusement as he pranced around to gather your clothes and, lastly, a small pack of wet wipes that he had in his stage back. He returned back over to your to set the items down on the counter, then he grabbed your shirt to hold it open for you.

“Yeah, no need for you to fuck that well and be this respectful afterwards,” you protested playfully, pouting at him through the mirror as you slipped your arms back into your shirt.

“Well, tough shit. You’re just gonna have to deal with the fact that I have a few manners, amore mio,” Terzo replied bluntly, giving you a smug grin.

“Mhm, very polite,” you chuckled, buttoning up your shirt.

You watched Terzo sink down to his knees at that moment, and you were slightly confused - but so not opposed to such a sight - you turned your body carefully towards him to see him pulling out one of the wipes from it’s packaging. It was very obvious what he was about to do, and seeing such a level of caring from someone that held such power was such an unusual thing to see.

“Wow. Papa Emeritus… on his knees with a pack of wet wipes,” you said it more to yourself than him, finding it rather comical to see. “Even you have to find this strange, Terz.’”

“Nope. It’s not strange for me, at all. I’m more than happy to pamper and look after any of my lovers - being Papa doesn’t absolve me of having decency,” Terzo replied, lifting up the wipe to your thigh. “May I?”

You nodded your head at him, turning your head away for just a moment to try and hide the blush he had forced from you again. You chewed the inside of your cheek when you felt the damp wipe come into contact with your skin as he cleaned your off. The was a gentleness to Terzo’s touch that threatened to arouse you all over again; the way that he too his time and the care he put into the actual aftercare was a whole kink of it’s own.

“Besides, I get on my knees for many different reasons,” he added, cutting a flirtatious glance up to you. “Had you not been so sensitive when we were finished, I would have happily dropped down to my knees to clean you with my mouth instead of this.” He waved the wipe at you to get his point across.

You sighed audibly at the thought of him going to his knees you clean the aftermath of your shared fluids with his mouth and tongue. It was right then that you cursed your body for getting so worked up that you had missed out on the chance to have that man’s face buried in your pussy while he was down on his knees for you. You let your head fall back for a moment so that you could let out a calming breathe, then you pulled your head back down to look at him as he finished up with wiping your skin down.

“Will I sound desperate if I ask for a rain check?” You raised a curious eyebrow at him.

“It’s funny that you think you need to ask for a rain check, as if we won’t be doing this again.”

“Well, I never like to assume things.”

“You can very much assume that I want to keep seeing you.” Terzo swiped over your skin once more before discarding a few used wipes into a small trash can by the vanity. “I did tell you that my face would be buried between your legs before the night is out, no?”

“If I can get out of Sister Imperator’s sight, you mean,” you laughed, pulling your pants and underwear back on again. “And yes, you did say that.”

“She keeps you for herself far too much. Perhaps you should consider assisting your Papa full time.”

“I’ll think about it, pretty boy,” you teased, reaching out to brush a lock of his hair back into place.

Terzo sighed, leaning forward on his knees to place a kiss to your stomach through your shirt. He flicked his mismatched eyes up to you, staring at you as he finally lifted himself back up to his feet. He still had that small smirk of seductiveness on his face as he took a step towards you, reaching out you caress the side of your face with his hand again.

“Well, you still have the rest of the night to consider a new venture. That is, if you want to accompany me back to my hotel?” He questioned, tilting his head at you.

You smiled, reaching out to snake your hands around his waist, taking a step forward to press yourself comfortably against his chest. His thumb strokes gently over cheekbone as he gazed down at you as if you were the only other person in the world. He had that otherworldly effect of making anyone feel special when they were in the moment with him, and all you wanted to do was for this feeling to last beyond tonight.

“Of course I want to… but under one condition,” you said.

“Anything.”

“Run me a hot bath when we get there, pretty please,” you whined playfully, looking up at him with the most innocent gaze you could muster.

“Well, lucky for you, I had planned to do exactly that when we got their anyway,” Terzo hummed in response.

“Are you trying to make me spoiled?” You huffed.

Terzo tilted his head at you. “I don’t know- is it working?”

You rolled your eyes at him in response, doing your best to hide the smirk on your face as you finally turned your head. You pulled away from him with reluctance to grab your bag and pull the strap over your shoulder before throwing a look over your shoulder as Terzo followed you.

“C’mon, let’s go gather up the Ghouls and get them occupied for the night before they get loose inside the venue.”

“I’ll follow you. I get to enjoy the scenery more that way.” He winked at you.

Your eyes rolled at him yet again, but it couldn’t hide how undeniably happy you were in that moment.

[railwynn]

More of them! But now it’s more of an exploration on Raisin’s dynamic with everyone else XD Two scenarios in different time uwu

[terrence-silver]

Terry and beloved being papped when they’re on vacation together

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Honestly, if we're being realistic, I see Terry Silver (and generally, people like him) as the type to take vacations on private islands he owns, travelling via private jets, retreating to private super-yachts nobody has access to but those he specifically chooses to invite and include, VIP resorts of the closed variety and private beaches that if you trespass unto you're technically trespassing in his property and could very well have a hefty lawsuit on your hand for it, so really, if this man doesn't want to be seen, he simply won't be seen; absolute privacy is something the mega wealthy can afford themselves and he's hardly the kind of man just travelling, vacationing and arranging his holidays at some commonly commercial place everyone else vacations on too, just out in the open, running into plebians left and right. His standards and tastes are far too high, precise and particular for that.

No.

His vacations throughout life are undoubtedly the type of lavish, super secretive affair that never lands in the newspaper or the mainstream media unless he wants it to land in the newspaper and the mainstream media. So, if he does end up papped, it is undoubtedly because he specifically arranged for himself to get papped, having absolute control of the situation and who photographs him and his surroundings, why and when. At what angle. During what time of day. With what quality of equipment, for all it matters. Of course, he could, technically, pretend he is clueless as to how this happened, but truth of the matter is that he ain't. He's just an excellent actor. That Paparazzi is on his payroll. Terry allowed them to do this. Terry allowed the papers to buy the story and spread it around. Terry allowed the world to see beloved and by extension, himself. Funnily enough, once he does, it is akin to announcing to everyone that you're his and claiming you in front of everybody, because it is right there, on the front pagers of every periodical in the country and wider. Now the whole world gets to see you belong to him and he can innocently act like he absolutely didn't mastermind the whole photoshoot all along. Could very well shake the Paparazzi's hand once the job is well done and give them a handsome bonus too.

-"You pulled off your part of bargain perfectly. I'm impressed."-

Terry might say carefully looking through the set of pictures he commissioned.

Picking and choosing which ones he wants to plaster to the media and which ones he'll keep for a more private collection all of his own.

-"Just remember,"- He warns, wagging a bejeweled finger.

-"This stays between us and I'll repay your silence with gold."-

Terry means it too.

This was the most lucrative project of that photographer's entire career.

[msmkcreates]

The Wrong One Ch. 2: Off to the Races

Mutt helps you get settled in the house, but it looks like things between you and him, and him and Black, aren't exactly cut and dry.

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Word count: 2586

Hey woah it's been a while 🤷 No idea why I had the sudden urge to work on this! Anyway here is more of this. It's been forever since chapter one so idk where I originally intended this to go but here is the direction it's going! I'm adding some tags here that will be added to the main tags (such has Reader having a loose description) and also some that only apply to this chapter

Warnings/tags: Reader has a loose description (curly hair), matted hair/ruined hair, haircut, first good shower in a while feels, bratty black, gentle giant Mutt

[desertrose244]

Training with Undyne!

Based off of The Mathematics Of Love And Loss by @fruitsofopal-blog . I will probably do a couple more doodles from this one since it just had a lot of moments I really liked!

The fic is completed and absolutely amazing so do go check it out <3

[theninjamouse]

For the prompt :

“Don’t look down”- Silks!Shorster

“Squeeze my hand”-Shorster

“You remind me of someone”- Shorby OR between Shore and Papyrus, because IMAGINE him saying that to her at some point and she knows she can’t bring up Gaster but what the Fuck?

"Don't Look Down" Silks!Shorester

Warning! This scene could potentially show up in the fic, though it may be a little different, so minor spoilers for Silks and Lightning

You’re not sure why Gaster decided to tag along on the particular run Grillby had given you that evening. As far as runs go, it’s a simple one; take the plain bag to a specific location, find the keypad and drop it inside the container. But here he is, trailing after you as you make your way through the bustling streets. It’s nearing dusk and the evening crowds are in full swing. Checking your watch shows that the drop off spot is close and sure enough, you soon spot the building. It’s not the tallest one but still several stories high and about a block away. Time to get climbing. 

“I thought the whole point of me doing this was so you guys wouldn’t be seen dropping packages,” you say to him as you turn down an alley. Normally, you’d find a pipe to scale, but you’re not sure if Gaster would be able to keep up. The well dressed skeleton doesn’t peg you as one to regularly climb up buildings. There’s a ladder down this particular alley you’ve used before. It’s rusted, far beyond being up to code, but it’s served you before. 

“It’s important for Cinders not to be seen dropping packages,” he replies. “Besides, I’ve been curious about your process for runs for a while now.” 

“Well I can tell you I don’t usually spend this much time on the ground.” Ah there’s the ladder. You stop before it, tightening the straps of the backpack around your waist. You reach out and tug on the metal rung, which makes a grating noise, but holds. “All right then. Ready?”

Gaster’s red eyelights move up, up, up the ladder. “....Sure, why not?” 

That’s a good enough answer for you. You grip the ladder and start to climb. The texture is rough under your hands, rust making some of the edges sharp but compared to your usual ways of scaling buildings via window ledges and drain pipes, this is a cake walk. It’s not long before you reach the top of the building and hoist yourself up and over the ledge.  

Gaster takes a few more moments, moving slower than you. But once his skull pops up, he vaults over the edge with more agility than you would expect. He brushes his hands off, casually striding forward.

Alrighty then. 

The crossing is easier than most; down here, many of the buildings are so squished together it’s an easy process to either take the short jump down to the next building, or hoist yourself up when met with a higher wall. Gaster keeps up through it all, though he is oddly quiet. Focusing maybe. 

The first actual gap between the buildings comes up right as the lights of the city begin to overtake the fading violet of sunset. The rooftop you actually need is still one building down. You peer over the edge, the orange glow from the streets washing over your skin. A solid fall down but the distance across can’t be more than eight feet or so. A jump, but not the worst one you’ve made. Even better, there’s no lip to the roof, so you can give yourself a running start. 

Gaster makes a noise like clearing his throat. “So how do we get over this?” 

“We jump.” 

“....Right.” 

You glance at him. The lights in his eyes have shrunk to little pricks. Ah. “Not a heights guy?” 

He takes a long, deep breath. “Not anymore it seems.” 

There’s a flick of annoyance, tinged with pity. He had to know what he was getting into, following you up onto the rooftop, but even you understand that sometimes the vertigo of standing so far above the ground can seize you no matter how prepared you are. You could just tell him to wait here, but you don’t like to backtrack, just in case something is following.

“Hang on a sec,” you mutter, unbuckling your backpack and kneeling down. A quick dig and you’ve got the silver safety rope you keep on hand for emergencies. You look up at him, holding it up. “You can either go back, or I can use this to tether you to me. Which do you want to do?” 

It takes a him a moment to answer, with a visible effort to drag his eyes away from the glow of the street below. He blinks at your offer. “What if I were to fall?” 

“I’d catch you, duh.” You grin at him, hoping it helps to sooth the tightening anxiety you see around his sockets. “You’re a pain but I’m not gonna let you splat. Can you imagine the clean up?” 

There’s an odd expression on his face now. A grin, but one a little unsettlingly manic. “It’s quite the mess indeed.” 

You stand and gesture him close. “I’m guessing you’ve had a bad fall then,” you muse as you wrap the end of the rope around his waist a few times. Despite being a skeleton, there’s a little bit of mass to him, rather than just the space of an empty spine. Even so, he’s very thin and you give it a few extra loops to make sure it’s secure.

He doesn’t answer your question. Instead, he chuckles and lifts his brow. “You know your way around knots. Tie people up often?” 

You tug sharply on the rope, making him gasp quietly. “Don’t be gross or I will let you drop.” 

“Merely an observation,” he says mildly as you step back. He tugs on the rope himself as you swiftly wrap the other end around yourself and tie it up with a bowline knot before returning your backpack to it's place. 

“I’m a silks artist; of course I know knots. Can’t have the whole thing crashing down when I’m in the air. Now, are you going to keep stalling, or are we jumping?” 

He takes a deep breath, stepping to the side.

You gather up enough of the line to give yourself some slack, take a few steps back before bouncing on your heels. A moment of judging distance and then you run, feet tapping lightly on the rooftop before you give yourself a mighty push right on the edge. You sail forward, that terrifying weightlessness bringing the brightest grin to your face and then you’re on the other side, skipping forward with momentum. 

You spin, the adrenaline pumping blood through your veins like fire. “See!” You call over. “It’s just a leap, easy peasy!” 

Gaster’s sockets are wide, both hands clutching the rope. He cautiously edges forward, stare dropping to look at the five story drop. His skull is painted in the flickering light, like fire upon a stone.

“Hey.” You tug very lightly on the rope and he starts, head jerking up. “Don’t look down. Just look at me. I won’t let you fall.” 

He blinks once. Twice. He mutters something in that weird, glitchy language before he backs up and starts running. You brace yourself, arms lifting to catch him. He clears the gap easy and you grab him as he yelps and pitches forward. His fingers instinctively cling to you, gasping sharply.

You pat his back. “There you go! Not so bad, was it?” 

His laugh is strained. “I never want to do that again.” 

“Yeah, well, we’re gonna have to after the drop.” 

“....Stars damn it.” He’s still clinging to you. 

“Each time it gets easier, promise.” You let him cling. 

He lifts his skull, looking out over the city. It’s fully dark now and it glistens and sparkles with a magic all it’s own. “Well…I suppose the view is worth the terror.”

You follow his gaze. “It’s one of the reasons I do it,” you mutter. “Helps to clear your head, being up above it all.” 

“And you’re not scared of the fall?” 

“It’s not the fall I’m scared of.” It’s the landing. Returning back to reality. Up here, the problems are distant. 

Though, perhaps not so distant tonight. One of them is holding you, the grip now gentle. 

He smells nice. The thought hits you randomly, making the slow creep of color start up your face. “We gotta drop this,” you say loudly, clearing your throat and stepping back. “C’mon, plenty of time to enjoy the view later.” 

He releases you slowly and follows as you hurry your way over the rooftop.

[citrus-rhyme]

Hah I’m trash you fool

[twentydaysofdrabbles]

The Concierge’s Day Off - ...And... (Part 32)

True to Sans’ word, the food is good. Better than good, even. Though by habit, you test it for poisons. 

Touch lips, stop. Touch tongue, stop. Chew, stop. Swallow, stop.

No tingling or numbing sensations outside that of heat and spice. No sense of wrongness, or the heavy taste of magic. 

Safe. And delicious.

“good, right?” Sans rumbles at you, halfway through his spaghetti. “boss knows what he’s doin’.” Though his crimson eye lights gleam at you, like he knew what you were doing. You suppose monsters might not have much use for poison, but among humans it’s exceedingly popular.

You nod in response, a soft sound of satisfaction coming from your throat as you take another bite. 

The peace doesn’t last very long, however. You’re only maybe halfway through your lasagna when someone comes in through the door. You flick your attention to them, your face still forward, your eyes to the side slightly so you can look at them out of your peripheral vision. 

Purpose. Intent. On a mission. No weapons in hand, one on hip. Smartly dressed, fedora hat. Monster. 

Sans is unbothered, not even looking at the newcomer. 

Not hostile. 

You don’t relax, but you certainly don’t gear up for a fight. 

“Sans,” they say, a little out of breath as they come up to the table. Ah, a more masculine voice. ‘He’ perhaps, until you find out otherwise. “We got ‘em.”

The skeleton monster grins wider at the news. He leans back in his seat, waves the...underling away. “Be there in a moment,” he drawls, licking across his teeth in a familiar gesture, with a familiar look. “Just let me finish my dinner first.”

You had continued to eat as if nothing had happened, patting at your lip with your napkin. “If you need to go, please don’t let me stop you.” You’re almost done with your meal anyway.

Rather than run off, Sans just leers at you. As he does, you place that familiar look - bloodlust. He polishes off the rest of his spaghetti, pats his teeth clean with his napkin, and purrs, “oh sweetheart, it’s going to be dinner and a show.”

You can only guess what this ‘show’ is. If it’s connected to the information he had bought and the phone call...

Well. You’d never wish a long, painful death on anyone.

Inclining your head, you take a sip of water. “I see.” 

Sans seems to wait for you to say something more. He waits but a moment more before he asks, “wanna go see a show, sweetheart?”

A pause. You could benefit a lot from going with him - inner operations, at the very least interrogation techniques. At the cost of watching someone you know die. 

Well, it’s not as if you were overly familiar with the Lieutenant; even if you did some contract work for her a long time ago. 

The Manager would like to know any intelligence you can bring back.

So you nod, taking another sip of water. “I would enjoy that, Mister Sans.”

Sans groans playfully, slouching in his seat. “i’ll get ya ta drop the ‘mister’ in public soon, sweetcheeks.”

A smile threatens to tip your lips up. “You may try, Mister Sans.”

“SANS, STOP ANNOYING THE CONCIERGE.”

The almost smile on your face drops immediately and you look up with dead eyes towards the towering skeleton chef. “Mister Papyrus.”

“CONCIERGE,” he tips his head at you, then gestures at your clean plate. “I HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR MEAL.”

“I did. It was delicious, thank you.” You incline your head in kind. 

“hey, not gonna ask me if i enjoyed my meal?” 

Papyrus growls and turns his blood red pips for eye lights on his brother, his sockets narrowed dangerously. “I DON’T CARE IF YOU LIKED IT OR NOT, AS LONG AS YOU FINISHED IT. NOW, WHAT’S THIS ABOUT A ‘SHOW’?” 

Sans shrugs, downing the rest of his drink. “wanna come with?”

“YOU’RE NOT ANSWERING THE QUESTION, BONEHEAD.”

As much as you’re enjoying their banter, you’re not sure anyone else in the restaurant is. Particularly since Papyrus is so very, very loud. 

“what, you feelin’ like a third wheel?”

“MY GOOD FOR NOTHING BROTHER, YOU WILL EXPLAIN THIS ‘SHOW’ TO ME RIGHT THIS MOMENT OR--”

“you don’t have ta worry ‘bout stealin’ the spotlight. ‘m sure sweetheart only has eyes fer me.”

“SANS--”

“gotta give ya props though, sweetheart’s a right catch.”

“STOP--”

“welp, this situation is theatre-iorating quickly.”

A low growl precedes the summoning of a big, red bone, big as a club and no doubt as lethal. It smashes on the table between you and Sans, and by perhaps the precision of a man who knows how to use his weapon of choice, the bone doesn’t even come close to grazing your legs. Sans’, on the other hand, have to move swiftly out of the way before Papyrus shatters them just like he did the table.

“I WILL END YOU.”

“if ya wanted an encore, ya should’ve just said.”

A truly disgusted scream can be heard from outside the restaurant.

[noodlenoodlenoodlenoodle]

a poor attempt at baking with swap papyrus

⊹˚₊⊹˚ʚ☕️੭ Order up!

its short because i have the fattest headache adn its movie night with my manwife lmao

⊹˚₊⊹˚ʚ☕️੭ Stretch is bad at baking </3

You suck air in through your teeth, looking at the lumpy, inedible-looking mass of brownie that you and Stretch had made. "...I don't think we can eat this," you say, poking at it with a fork. It's rock solid; there's no way that you can even cut it, let alone chew it. "Crap." Stretch visibly deflates, his smile turning into a frown as he wraps his arms around you, resting his chin on your head. "Here I was thinking we could have something sweet for dinner." "It's okay." you patted his cheek, leaning into his chest as you closed your eyes. "We can try again sometime." "Eh... maybe I'll just leave the baking to you. Seems too hard."

[gorbo-longstocking]

Chapter Three

The second you fell onto your ass you scrambled backwards. Your chest heaved from the force of your breathing. Once he cleaned himself, Nightshade turned to you with a scandalized expression.

“FINE. IF THAT’S HOW YOU WANT IT, TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME.” Raising one hand to his mouth, he turned his back to you and called, “HIVE! THERE’S A HUMAN IN THE GARDEN.”

A taller skeleton appeared at the threshold of the camper. He placed one hand on the doorframe before he ducked under it and stepped outside. Hive, the one with the aviators and the hawaiian shirt, towered over you, a lollipop dangling from his mouth.

“oh yeah, bro? want me to take care of it?” In his left hand was a baseball bat studded with nails. Hive lightly tapped it against his calf a few times, then he pointed it at you. Your eyes crossed to get a better look at it, and to your horror, you realized it was stained with blood. Not fresh, you knew what fresh blood looked like, it was old and dry. You could see parts where he tried to wash it. Didn’t he know that wood soaked up blood like a sponge? It would never be clean again.

[centipedelightning]

would yall be mad if popped bottles/zipped lips ended w soriel…. like just for classic tbh. but im considering it and if i dont get a sea of people telling me no its prob gonna happen.