#but i feel it's very relatable

[visiosatanae]

When getting yourself off doesn't work out, there's only one person you can think of to help ease the ache.

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2.3k

Pairing: Papa Emeritus III x Reader (Sister of Sin)

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So close, so close, so close…

You were tangled in your sheets, having been at it for nearly an hour now. The vibe between your legs rubbed against your slick folds and tired clit. All you wanted was to cum, to end the needless frustration you had been feeling all evening and pass out peacefully in a state of bliss. But release still seemed to be just out of reach as your aching fingers worked the toy in just about every way you knew to be effective. When you finally felt that you were reaching the edge, you nearly wanted to sob with relief. 

Right there, almost, almost…

And then.

It stopped. 

Your eyes flew open in horror, realization dawning on you that your savior now rested dead in your hand. You felt yourself throb at the loss, little wracks of fleeting pleasure beginning to dissipate. 

"No, no, no," you groaned, pressing the button  repeatedly even though you knew damn well that it was no use. With a frustrated sigh, you tossed the vibe back into your open bedside drawer and slammed it shut. In a final act of desperation, you slipped your hand back down between your legs, rubbing frantically at your aching clit. But your fingers were already tired and cramping, fatigue settling into your joints.

With a huff you withdrew your hand, deciding that it was best to give up for the night and at least try to sleep. Rearranging yourself amongst the covers, you tried your best to even out your breathing and shut your eyes… for all of maybe two minutes.

It was no use. You were too wound up now that sleep seemed impossible. Your brain began flipping through possibilities at a rapid fire pace. You didn't have any other working toys at the moment, something you had been meaning to remedy, but hadn't had the time or money to shop for new ones. Fingers were too useless at this point, and you always had the hardest time getting off that way anyway. You would ask someone for… assistance, but it was the middle of the night. Most everyone was asleep or already entwined with a chosen partner until morning. But perhaps…

You laid in bed, suffering in thought. It's possible that a certain Papa would be willing to help with your predicament. But the problem was whether or not he already had another Sibling in his chamber. Sighing, you sat up and put on a robe. You figured it wouldn't hurt to at least try, especially with how your core still ached for release. 

Opening your door as quietly as you could, you slipped into the hallway and made your way towards the Papal chambers. The Ministry at this time was silent, making even the soft padding of your feet upon the marble floors sound louder than usual. Because of this, you felt the need to keep to the shadows cast by the wall sconces. You never knew if a ghoul or Sister Imperator could be patrolling the halls. 

Finally, you found yourself in front of Papa III's room. You stared at the plaque above the door with dread, trying to find the courage to knock. Papa had always encouraged Siblings to call on him for anything they needed, but what you needed felt so arbitrary you felt that even if he did answer you would be dismissed back to your room in shame. You stood there frozen until another pang of arousal shot through you, urging you to finally knock on the solid wood door, which felt deafening within the silent corridor. 

You held your breath, anxiously waiting for any sound from the room beyond, but you heard nothing. You listened for a few seconds, but it felt like minutes within the stillness around you. After a few moments you weren't even sure you wanted him to answer. What would you even say? He was a Papa! And your silly request probably wasn’t worth his time. 

With a sigh, you turned to leave. But then-

“Entra per favore.”

His words came softly from the room beyond and you stiffened, realizing that now you had to go through with this. Taking a deep breath to steel yourself, you gently opened the door. You had never been inside the papal bed chambers before, but it was exactly as you expected them to look. A large canopied bed brought your eyes directly to, obviously meant to be the focal point of the room. Papa had opted for black silk sheets and velvet curtains, with an assortment of pillows to match. The bed had a dark oak frame that matched the rest of the furniture, including a chaise lounge at the foot of the bed. A fireplace crackled softly off to the left, the flame low and log mostly embers now with how late into the night it was. Your eyes finally came to rest on Papa seated in a high backed chair, book in his hands as he read by lamplight. He was dressed in a dark velvety smoking jacket, his face devoid of his paints. But if anything, the lack of paint made his white eye stand out even more against his otherwise orthodox face. 

He smiled when he looked up, seeing your face poking in. “Ah, Sorella!” His voice was soft but no less animated. The smile lines on his face deepened as he met your eyes. “What can I be doing for you?” 

Your face reddened as you realized you had been staring. “Forgive me, Papa!” you squeaked. “I wasn’t expecting you’d still be awake.”

His expression is gentle. “It seems we are both having a sleepless night, eh?” He beckoned you further into the room after your small nod. You shuffled closer, closing the door softly behind you. "Now, tell me. How can your Papa help you?" 

You averted your gaze, still unsure about following through with your request. How exactly were you supposed to go about telling Papa your sex toy broke and you needed to climax or else you'd go insane? 

"I was um… partaking in the sins of the flesh and my… aiding device died on me." Sathanas, that sounded stupid. 

But Terzo nodded sagely, completely understanding your situation despite your convoluted way of describing it. "You are not the first," he confided, which made you breathe a sigh of relief. "But I have just the remedy." He opened his arms, coaxing you further still. "On my lap, Sorella." 

Face beet red, you did as he asked, awkwardly kneeling on either side of his thighs on the chair. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to him until your chest was flush with his. He gazed up at you, a hint of mischief hiding behind his kind expression. "No need to be shy now. It's easier if you relax, dolcezza." 

You nodded, still feeling a little wobbly on your knees. Your hands made their way to Terzo's shoulders for balance, lowering yourself more onto his lap. He looked pleased with your willingness to comply, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. 

"Come sei bella," he murmured, igniting a flame inside you. Ever so slowly and delicately, you felt his hands drift lower to fiddle with the tie on your robe. "May I?" He breathed. You nodded, biting your lip as he pulled it loose with ease. The silky material fell from your shoulders, exposing your torso to his searching gaze. He sucked in a breath at the sight of you, hands immediately coming to gently cup your breasts. You bit harder onto your lip at his touch, but a soft whimper still managed to escape. Suddenly his thumb was brushing your lower lip and pulling it from between your teeth. He tutted, "No need to hide those pretty noises from me." 

Your stomach flipped as he resumed, leaning forward to ghost his breath over your quickly hardening nipple - a kiss placed on the blushing bud. You shivered in anticipation as his tenderness sent small ripples throughout your body. His arm pressed against your lower back, pulling you against his awaiting mouth. You gasped as he sucked, tongue laving over the sensitive peak. 

Terzo then pulled off of you with a small pop before kissing again at the flushed skin. Soft whimpers and hums escaped through your nose along with your quickening breaths. Something about his tongue and mouth was driving you crazy, your hips bucking in his lap. His hands met with your hips and helped guide you. You realized with a whimper that you were already making a mess on his pants beneath you. 

"That's it, bella, just like that." His praises were quiet and calm despite his firm grip and hardening cock. He helped you rut down against his clothed erection, your dripping core already soaking through the material. Your head fell against his shoulder, panting and groaning into his neck as you focused on the growing arousal deep inside you. 

"Papa," you whined, clutching at the velvet of his jacket. 

Terzo knew exactly what you needed. Normally he would tease and make you tell him, but it was obvious to him that you had already suffered enough tonight. He reached down between your bodies, fingers running through the slick of your folds. He let out a gasp that faded into a groan. "So wet, Sorella. Cazzo. You like how your Papa touches you, hm?" 

You nodded aggressively into his shoulder, attempting to grind down onto his fingers. You gasped loudly as he finally added pressure to your clit. His strokes were varied as he figured out what you liked. He was extremely attentive to each noise you made, finally deciding on one when you moaned out a string of "yes" and "please". 

He kept at it, letting you grind and buck into his hand however you needed all while whispering praises into your ear. You never thought you'd be able to be with Papa like this. It was even better than you could have imagined, you thought as he brought you teetering to the edge. 

"Come for me, dolcezza. Make your Papa proud," he practically purred next to you. 

It was too much. You felt yourself falling off the edge, cumming hard on his fingers which never stopped working you through your orgasm. Your cries were muffled by his jacket as your body shuddered through waves of pleasure. Tears pricked your eyes as you finally brought yourself to look back at Terzo. He was smiling up at you, his eyes heady from the scent of sex in the air. 

"Can you do one more, tesoro mio?" he breathed, looking like he would beg if he needed to. Flustered, you nodded and watched as he quickly worked to pull out his aching erection. He was more than ready, the skin flushed and head already leaking for you. 

You steadied yourself as best you could on your still wobbly legs. You both sucked in a breath as the head of his cock rubbed against your folds, easily coating itself in your juices. He guided himself towards your entrance, and once he was positioned perfectly you allowed yourself to finally sink down onto him. Groans broke out from both of you in tandem as you slowly seated yourself again in his lap, thighs trembling from the feeling of taking all of him at once. 

It took some time to adjust to his size, the both of you panting as you looked each other in the eyes. You felt yourself gravitating towards him, lips seeking out his. He made no complaints, moaning into your mouth and gripping at your hips again. Once you felt ready, you began to move, rising up until Papa was still barely inside you before lowering back down again. 

He helped you find a rhythm and before long you were bouncing in his lap. His cock filled you deeply with every thrust and you couldn't help but cling to him. If he wasn't wearing the smoking jacket you were sure your nails would have left marks along his back. Terzo's hands were everywhere; gripping your hips to help you ride him, moving up to your breasts and teasing your nipples, gripping into your hair and pulling it back to expose your throat to his eager lips. You relinquished control to him, your only focus was on keeping rhythm as best you could. 

You felt that buildup deep in your gut again, and he could feel it too as you tightened around him. "Brava ragazza, you're doing so well," he cooed, nipping at your collar bones. "Much better to have the real thing, hm?" Your movements faltered, startled by his words. You tried to hide it, but nothing was missed by Terzo and you could tell by his sly smile. "It's okay, dolcezza, you can think of me when you touch yourself." He leaned closer to whisper in your ear. "I'm honored that you've already cum to the thought of me." 

You choked back a cry as your thighs shook, his filthy words having pushed you over the edge once again. He hissed as you came around him, grabbing your hips roughly to thrust one, two, three more times before spilling into you. You collapsed against his chest, his hot seed already leaking between your legs. 

You clung to each other as the rolling pleasure ebbed and flowed from you. Sathanas, you couldn't believe he could see through you that easily but… the fact he just knew was incredibly arousing. You would have jumped him again if you weren't so tired and it was already getting close to morning. 

Papa helped you up from the chair, directing you towards the bed. You looked up at him confused so he said, "I am not so cruel as to force you back to your room on such unsteady legs." Your face would've gone red again if you'd had the energy. 

He helped you into the bed and pulled you close, your back against his front. You briefly wondered what waking up with Papa would be like before finally letting yourself succumb to sleep, the dead vibrator back in your room completely forgotten about. 

[heartfairy]

retiring to your chambers >>>>>>

[isjasz]

Stellar death

[stuckinapril]

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[egophiliac]

You can’t pick Lilia for this. But who is your other favorite short character in Twst?

I like the angry little king boy 🌹

[spacerockband]

Legend tells of the carp that leapt over the Dragon Gate at the crest of a river and became a stand up comedian.

[bunnieswithknives]

I feel bad for neglecting Hazel so much, I do have many thoughts about her.. and also a mermaid au that im probably not going to do anything with

[astrolavas]

thinking about the... potential clawthorne woodcarving mentorship.

+ bonus cuz also thinking abt how if hunter ever met dell's palisman and got reminded of flapjack, he'd probably feel bad abt making that association cuz he knows what it's like to be seen only as someone's different version (even though the bird wouldn't mind much so lol)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Thank you all for an incredible 500 days of love and support. I offer you: answers to questions that no one has asked.

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[anime-academia]

I am going to fight everyone who has turned Sherlock Holmes into this edgy, rude, arse of a character. This man is kind, caring, sympathetic, and knows how to interact with people (even if he'd prefer to avoid doing so).

I get the whole genuis-who- can't -relate- to -the -way- normal -people- function, but y'know what, he's not condescending about it. He doesnt necessarily think himeself to be above the masses. He admits to being beaten without throwing a tantrum about it.

Being a genuis doesn't mean or necessitate being cold and unfeeling

[uris9158]

thinking about how kim dokja thinks he's alone in the world and there is no one in the world who understands him or can possibly understand him.

but. there yoo sangah is. yoo sangah who discusses literature with him. yoo sangah who understands kim dokja bc she is very perceptive about people and very empathetic and also bc they have the kind of friendship where words aren't needed. yoo sangah who read every book in the library about kim dokja bc she was genuinely interested in her friend's life and bc she wanted to understand him. yoo sangah who figured out it was 49 and not real kdj and figured out what he did but didn't say a word bc she understood and respected his decision even though she wanted her friend back more than anything.

yoo sangah who witnessed his mundanity and monstrosity both, and loved him either way. loves him despite every irredeemable quality he thinks he has. yoo sangah who wants to be his best friend in every lifetime and live together right next to each other. yoo sangah, his best friend who understands him without words.

[cubbihue]

What does Timmy think of his little brother Peri growing up to have a neurotic personality?

Peri's always had severe anxiety. It sorta comes with being the first baby born in a 1000 years and constantly being kidnapped by everyone around you.

Timmy's just glad Peri grew up to be more confident in himself, and more assertive.

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[tapakah0]

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[800db-cloud]

i’ve been wanting to do this since day one

[hood-ex]

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[torgawl]

sometimes i think about how crepus probably wasn't father of the year and i go a little insane. the way he pushed diluc into becoming a knight of favonious at such a young age; diluc receiving his vision so early in his life; how he saw his accomplishments as both his and his father's; crepus planning to gift or getting a delusion for his son despite his vision; and, the way diluc's namecard references him as crepus' creation, which is such an impersonal and cold way to put being someone's son. not only that but, again, referencing his strenght specifically. i'm not saying crepus was a bad father, diluc loved him dearly, but the projection he did of his own dream onto diluc's life and the efforts he went through to make sure diluc was "strong enough" doesn't appear to have been the healthiest thing.

we obviously have little to no information about diluc's relationship with his dad outside of a few mentions here and there but from his character story it just seems that even the praise crepus gave diluc was always because he did well in, somehow, living his father's dream and not necessarily because of who diluc was. it's a little bittersweet.