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[ramblingoak]

could we maybe have copia calling reader while doing “that”👀 for the first time and having reader help him through it?

This isn't exactly what you asked for but hopefully you still enjoy it 💙

Invisible Touch

Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader ~ You decide to give your Papa a call while he's busy in his office

Warnings: phone sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, gets kinda sappy at the end oops, nsfw, 18+ only, mdni, 2300 words, not proofread forgive me (thank you to @foxybouquet for help with the Italian!)

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“What are you wearing?”

You tried not to laugh when you heard Copia fumble with his phone.  He let out a few muffled curses before his voice became clear.

“Eh?  Uh, what was that dolcezza?”

“I asked what you were wearing, Papa.”  With a sigh you reclined back on the bed, shimmying a bit to get comfortable amongst the various pillows.  “I’ve been wondering all day.”

“I’m wearing my black shirt and my vest, dolcezza you saw me this morning, no?  You even helped button me up.”  The sigh you let out this time was laced with frustration.  Copia could be adorably dense sometimes.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, Papa.  It’s just, well, you’re wearing too many clothes.”

The only sound you heard for a few beats was his breathing and you were hoping he was finally connecting the dots. 

“Am I now?”  Bingo.  A thrill went through you at hearing the deeper register of his voice.  “What should we do about that, hmm?”

You stretched out with a pleased grunt, enjoying the feel of his soft sheets on your bare skin.

“I think you should unbutton your vest and your shirt.”  You bit your lip when you thought about his chest.  The dark hair that covered it and the softness of his belly.  “And then I think you should touch yourself.”

“Oh yes, I can do that.”  He cleared his throat and you heard his chair creak.  “Let me just lock the door fir—“

“No!”  His chair creaked again and you assumed he had sat back down.  “No, leave it unlocked.”

“Someone could walk in dolcezza.”

“Then you’re just going to have to be a good boy and listen to what I tell you.  Can you do that, Papa?”

“Yes.” 

“Good, now finish unbuttoning your shirt, but leave it on.”  The sound of fabric rustling in your ear had your heart beating a little faster.  “Leave your gloves on too, I want you to enjoy the feel of the leather on your skin.  Just like I do.”

Copia let out a quiet groan that had you rubbing your thighs together. 

“Do I get to know what you are wearing?”

“I’m not wearing anything.”  You couldn’t help but laugh when Copia groaned louder.  “I’m completely bare in your stupidly big bed.”

“Would you like some company?  I’m not doing anything at the moment.”

“What I would like you to do is start touching your nipples.”  Copia took in a quick breath and you smiled.  “Take your thumb and move it in a circle over one.  Like how I do it.”

“Mmm, but it’s different when you do it.  Better.”  He gave a resigned sigh but you could tell by the pitch of his voice he was enjoying the touch of his own hand just fine.  “It‘s better with you regardless.”

“No need to pout, you’ll see me tonight.”  You let your hand wander to your own chest, grazing a nipple lightly with your fingers.  “You’ll feel me tonight.”

“Si, si I will.  I’m going to feel you everywhere.  In all the little secret places only I get to touch.”  Copia’s dark chuckle had you clamping down on your lip to keep your moan silent.  “You’ll get my fingers, my tongue…my cock.  Everything, dolcezza.”

“You can do whatever you want to me, Papa, but first you’re gonna do what I say.”  It was your turn to laugh at the sound of his whine.  “Stop trying to distract me.”

“It was worth a shot, eh?” 

“I think you should put that mouth to good use and suck on your fingers.  Get them nice and wet for me.”  The sounds of him humming around his fingers, the thought of his tongue tracing over the leather had you starting to get wet.  His cheeks were probably pink under his makeup and you could see the heavy lidded look he got when he was aroused in your mind.  “Now touch your nipple again, switch between them, and imagine it’s my mouth.”

Copia groaned and while he began to touch himself again you started to do the same.  Your nipples were hard in moments, the skin on your breasts covered in goosebumps.  A small gasp escaped your lips and Copia hummed when he heard it.

“I do love your mouth on me.”  He let out a hiss and your eyes closed as you thought of him pinching himself.  His nipples would be hard and red by now, begging for relief.  For the cool touch of your tongue.  “Your wicked mouth, more wicked than even Lilith’s was I’m sure.” 

“P-put your phone down, Papa.  Put it on speaker.”  You waited until you heard the sound of it being set down and for the sound of his breathing to be further away.  “Now untie your pants.”

“Dolcezza, if someone comes in…”

“Then let them.  Let them see what I’m doing to you.”  He cursed under his breath but you could hear the rustling as he started working on his pants.  “It’s not like they haven’t seen worse anyway.”

You smiled at the sound of his laughter, smiling wider when you pictured the look on his face.  It was one of your favorite things, seeing your Papa smile.  It was even better when you were the cause of it.

“Si, but I’d rather you be the only one to see me like this.  With my pants undone and my cock in my hand.”

“Papa, I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”  Copia growled in frustration and you pressed your hand over your mouth to cover your laugh.  He muttered a few Italian phrases in your ear, his pout audible over the phone.  “I thought you were going to be good and do exactly as I say?”

“Mi dispiace, sarò buono.  I can be very, very good.” 

“Hmm I don’t know.  Maybe I should make you sit there and listen to me.”  You moved your hand off your breast and let it slide down your stomach, stopping right above your mound.  “You can listen to me come while I scream your name and you won’t be able to move at all.”

“Dolcezza, please…”

“More Papa, beg me some more.  Tell me how desperate you are.”

“I am always desperate for you.  Always thinking about you, about having you under me and above me.  Of sinking my cock into your mouth and your cunt.”  There was no stopping your moan at this point and you moved two of your fingers through your slick folds as he continued.  “I want to fuck you until you’re screaming my name.”

“That’s funny,”  You pushed your fingers inside of your entrance, panting in your phone as you started to pump them in and out.  “I want to do the same to you.”  He cursed in your ear and you laughed breathlessly as you finally said the words he was waiting for.  “Touch yourself, Papa.”

Copia’s relieved moan had you wanting to move your fingers faster but you forced yourself to slow down.  You didn’t want to cum before he did. 

“I wish you were here.  I wish your tight cunt was in front of me on my desk.” 

“Tighten your fist, imagine you’re inside me right now.”

“C-cazzo, it’s not the same.  This is why I drag you on tour with me.  I wouldn’t survive that long without you.” 

“Use both hands Papa, rub your thumb along the bottom like I do.” 

“It’s better when it’s your tongue.” 

Despite his complaints his voice was getting deeper, his breathing faster.  You put your own phone on speaker and used your now free hand to play with your nipples again. 

“Go faster Papa, pretend you’re fucking me.”

“Trust me dolcezza, I am and I will be.  I’m going to fill you up until you can’t hold any more.  Until I’m dripping out of you.”  His chair started creaking louder and you began to pump your fingers faster again.  “I need to see your face.  Per favore.”

You stopped pinching your nipple and grabbed at your phone, frantically pressing the button to FaceTime him.  He answered it right away and you made a note to remind him to wipe his phone off later.  His face filled the screen and your breath caught at the sight of him.  Most of the paint around his mouth was gone and to anyone else he would have looked ridiculous, but not to you.  

“Hey, handsome.”

“How many fingers do you have inside of you?”

“Such a sweet talker.”  You propped the phone against a pillow and laid back a bit, watching as his eyes glanced towards the part of your chest he could see.  With a sigh you pushed a third finger into your cunt as you smirked at him.  “Three now.”

Copia grinned as he leaned back in his chair, keeping his phone clutched in one hand.  You could see his arm moving as he continued to pump one hand up and down his cock.

“Three?  Will that be enough to get you ready for me?”

“More than enough I think.”  You couldn’t help but snort at his growled ‘brat’.  “I’m sorry Papa, I’m only teasing.”

“I think the time for teasing is over, hmm?”  His head fell back, the muscles in his jaw moving as he briefly clenched his teeth.  “Let your Papa cum.”

“Is that what you want to do?  You want to cum all over your hand as you think about fucking me?”  His frantic nodding was the only answer you got, but it was enough.  You started moving your fingers faster, grabbing the phone and switching the screen so he could watch them.  Copia let out a ragged moan at the sight and you knew he was close.  “I wish you were here.  My fingers aren’t the same, Papa.  N-nothing is ever as g-good as your cock.”

“No, dolcezza, no you need me deep inside of you.  I can reach much, much farther than your fingers, no?”  You switched the screen again so you could see his face, his mouth had fallen open just like yours.  Both of you breathing heavily as you got close to your climaxes.  “Tell me, tell me you need me.”

“I need you.  I need your cock, Papa.  I w-want it all the time.”  Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as you neared your peak.  “I’m empty without you.”

“Fuck!”  

Copia grunted, his chest heaving as he came.  You could hear the wet sounds of his hand running over his cock, spreading his cum on it.  Your own climax hit you then and you buried your face in the bedding as you spasmed around your fingers, gasping his name over and over again.  It took a few moments for both of you to collect yourself, for your breathing to even out.  When you heard his chair move you tilted your head up to look at the screen, smiling at how much worse his face paint looked and at how messy his hair was.

“Hey, handsome.”  He snorted, shaking his head as he used a handkerchief to wipe his hand off.  You grabbed the phone and rolled over onto your back.  “How do you feel?”

“Spent.”  He grinned at you, waggling his eyebrows like the dirty old man he was.  “Wishing I was in bed with you.”

“Oh, I wish that too Papa, but you have a budget meeting don’t you?”  He sighed, nodding his head as he turned to check the clock on the wall.  As he turned back you brought your fingers up to your mouth and wrapped your lips around one, sucking your wetness off of it slowly as he watched.  “That’s too bad.”

“You minx.”  He looked ready to tell you off some more, but the words caught in his throat as you sucked another finger between your lips.  “That’s it.”

“Papa?”  You fumbled with the phone when he abruptly got up and moved offscreen.  “Copia?  What are you doing?”

“I’m getting dressed and I’m going to cancel my meeting.”  

With a grin you settled back into the pillows, watching the screen and waiting for him to appear again.

“And why’s that, Papa?  Something else come up?”

“Not yet, but it will be up again soon.”  

You snorted, your shoulders shaking with the laughter you were trying to keep in.

“That’s a terrible joke.  I can’t believe I spend time with you.”

“I think I know why, dolcezza.” Copia’s face appeared on the screen again as he picked his phone back up.  You blushed when his eyes met yours, the green and white of his sparkling with humor and something else.  “It’s my cock, isn’t it?”

“Yes, that’s it exactly.”  He laughed, his own blush visible where his paint had rubbed off.  “I love your cock, Copia.”

“Bene, bene.”  

He started walking and you straightened up a bit when you realized he was heading towards his office door.

“What about your meeting?”

“Fuck the meeting.  I’d rather come fuck you.”  Copia paused at his door, looking at you through the screen with a soft smile.  “I love you, dolcezza.”

“I love you too, Papa.”

“Not just my cock?”

“I love everything about you.”  He grinned and it was a good thing you were already laying down, that smile would have made your knees weak.  Still, you couldn’t help but tease him.  “But I love your cock the most.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.  I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Papa.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”  He swung the door open and started making his way down the hall towards his quarters, towards where you were waiting for him.  “Four minutes.”

“I’ll be ready for you.”

Copia brought the phone up to grin at you again, his steps getting louder as he began to walk faster.

“I’m counting on it, dolcezza.”

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Here is a new fic commission, for the awesome @dantesunbreaker featuing Copia and an AFAB Reader!

Thank you so much again ghestie for commissioning me! It was a pleasure to write for you again!!!

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Unwind

Being a sibling of sin is hard...especially when dealing with the wrath of Sister Imperator. Copia helps you find a way to relax.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

“Oh Lucifer, she is the most miserable and contemptuous woman I have ever met” you hissed as you stormed down the hall. Your voice, thankfully, echoing just out of earshot from Sister Imperator’s office. You had had enough after spending two hours getting drilled, along with a few other siblings, and all over a little indiscretion involving some ghouls and sacramental wine. If it weren’t for the woman being Papa’s mother, and the matriarch of the Ministry, you would have given the old woman something to really rant about. 

Alas, she is a member of the high clergy, and you—only a mere sibling. Instead, you allowed your better sensibility to guide you. Deciding that a walk around out in the courtyard, allowing your boiling blood to come down to a simmer, was a much better choice. Though you wondered if the fresh air and the change of scenery would be enough to shrug off the stress of the day. Still you continued on, walking down the stairs and through the main hall until you reached the exit into the courtyard.

The minute you stepped outside you were met by the beauty of the day. A bright blue sky and the warmth of the late summer sun beating down on you. Any other time you would have thoroughly enjoyed it, but now all you felt was the tension. Upset that even the simple pleasures of a nice day had been ruined by Sister’s raving. 

You made your way around the path that lined the cloister, kicking around a few stones at your feet. Your eyes held down to the ground as you rubbed at the knots in your neck. Kinked up and pained by the heavy mental weight you’d been carrying. Committed to walk off your fury before returning to your duties within the Abbey.

On your third trip around the year you were hit suddenly by the light scent of cologne in the air. The bitter citrus notes, mingling with bergamot and rosemary, quickly followed by a pair of arms around your waist. Arms that were all too familiar and comforting. A smile pulled at the sides of your mouth as you put it all together.

“Amore?” Copia cooed into your ear. A gentle nudge of his head into yours as he hugged you. 

“Oh Papa.” you sighed, turning around to face him. Feeling a bit of relief from only having been pulled into his arms. Copia held you close for a moment, rubbing your back and allowing you to rest on him before he pulled you up to face him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his concern showing through his paints. Worry written in the lines of his face. You dreaded telling him, though you both shared everything together. Even when it may cause a disagreement, the truth was always spoken between you. One thing you both could always count on.

“It’s…It’s…” you stammered, trying to get out the complaint. Your resolve, dampened by the fact that she was his mother. You began chewing your lip, your eyes falling back to the ground and settling on the tops of Copia’s shoes.

“Amore—just tell me.” he begged you, his face stricken with a disheartened frown. His concern, growing with each second of silence that passed between you.

“It’s your mother!” you shouted, bringing your hand quickly to your mouth. Ashamed for having blurted it out like that at him. Copia smiled, looking around the courtyard to be sure it was just the two of you. 

“Tesoro, come with me.” Copia insisted as he practically dragged you off to the storage shield that rested near the far end of the yard. You were skeptical, it wasn’t like him to rush you off in such a way. Deep down you wondered if he was upset with you and wanted to address things in private. Finding the closest place of refuge to scold you.

When you stepped inside, you began to rub at your aching head. Your eyes, crawling over the old planks of wood, bags of mulch, and discarded garden tools that had managed to escape Primo’s attention. Now more worried that you had upset him, than anything else. 

“Papa I am sorry…I wasn’t trying to offend you or Sister…” You began.

“Agh.” Copia scoffed in disagreement.

“...it’s just she drives me crazy with her nitpicking and…” you continued, watching as Copia slowly closed the door up behind you. His eyes fixed on you as he allowed you to vent your pent-up frustration. Then without warning he grabbed you, his lips pressing tightly against yours. Silencing your anger with his affection. Your eyes, unable to help but close as you melted into him. Feeling the bitterness of the day begin to shed from your shoulders.

“You, mio dolce amante, need to relax.” Copia smiled, his lips still held against yours. Kissing you again with tenderness and love. You lost yourself in it, so much so that when he pulled away you became somewhat confused. “You know I’m right.”

“I—I know.” you agreed, leaning back against the old wood shelf near the back of the shed. Copia approached you, his fingers tracing up along the buttons on the front of your shirt. Undoing them one by one until it hung open. 

“She is quite the shrew I must admit.” Copia chuckled to himself, his eyes quickly filling with desire as he began to remove your belt from its loops. The zipper of your slacks, slowly pulled down before your pants fell to your ankles as your body began succumbing to his will. The heat felt as it swirled within your gut. The sense of need, traveling into your core and leaving you wet before you could exhale your next breath.

“Oh Copia.” you purred as he brought his fingers down beneath your underwear and effortlessly found your clit. 

“You see, I can’t help the fact that my mother is…well, how she is amore…but I can do this.” Copia grinned, delighted as you squirmed beneath his touch. Always knowing exactly how you liked to be touched and teased. 

“I was afraid you were mad.” you told him, your voice breathy and low. 

“Afraid?” he asked, baffled at the thought.

“That you’d be mad at me…for being angry with her. I just…just can’t ever seem to stay in her good graces. There is always something keeping me in her sights and not for anything good.” you explained. You made a sharp inhale as Copia dipped his fingers inside you, bringing his mouth to your neck. Nipping and sucking, leaving marks of ownership into your skin. 

“I could never be angry with you…especially not over her…” he promised you, working his fingers deeper and deeper until he reached the spot, he knew would send you on edge. Letting out a satisfied groan as you began to shake inside. “That’s right, cum for me…” 

“Mmm…” You moaned as he worked you. Your insides squeezing tightly against his fingers. Fluids flowing over with your need for him. Hoping that soon he would be inside you—filling you. Copia brought his other hand down between you. Unzipping his own pants and freeing his already leaking cock. 

It was oh so hard, and throbbing, as it bounded out from the confines of his pants. The thick vein that ran its length, pulsing as he stroked himself. The sight of it, only making you more aroused as you replaced his hand with your own. Copia couldn’t help moaning as you touched him.  

“Ah…mmm…” he purred with your touch. His hips, rutting him harder into your hand.

“Are you sure?” you hummed, as you glided over his shaft with ease. 

“Assolutamente, you needn’t pay any attention to her tesoro…you belong to me. She—and everything else are nothing but background noise.” he assured as he pulled you back into a kiss. Tongue conquering yours swiftly as he made you cum again over his hand.    

“Oh C!” you cried as he spun you around. Facing you away from him, your head falling back against his shoulder. You were already so much more relaxed than you’d felt all day. He kissed along your jaw, his hands traveling to the roundness of your ass. Copia, unsatisfied until he’d made you a boneless, limp, and fleshy puddle.

He bent you over the empty shelf. Taking a tight grip on your ass as he ran his cock through your messy folds. You could feel the heat of him against you. Your body, craving for more of him. Desperate for the friction between you and the way he felt inside. It wasn’t long before he indulged you—plunging himself into you. 

“Ah! Cazzo, you feel so good!” he growled as he bottomed out. All you could do was moan and whine. Unable to gather enough brain power to focus on anything other than how tightly he was filling your pussy. You body clinging on to him as he slowly thrusted through you. Tugging against your walls with each pump of his hips.

“Mmm…” you mewled as Copia brought his fingers to your lips. Tracing the line of your mouth until you opened it for him. Allowing his thumb inside and sucking gently on the tip as he has he fucked you from behind. 

“That’s mio topolino…you’re so good for me.” Copia groaned, excited more as you continued to suck and lick his thumb. When he was satisfied, he popped it from your mouth. Using his other hand to guide you further down against the shelf. Angling your body just how he wanted it.

The sounds he was making only served to excite you even more. Washed over in pleasure while he buried his cock over and over into your pussy. It was only moments later when you felt him tease at your ass. Rubbing his thumb against your hole. Allowing you to get used to the stimulation before inserting his thumb inside. 

“Ah!” you called out as he entered you, the fingers of his hand anchored onto your ass. Helping him to hold onto you, as he slipped around his thumb inside you.

“I want you so full of me.” he purred, making small circular motions with it in your ass. “Touch yourself tesoro.” 

“Yes Papa.” you replied, happy to relinquish the control to him, bringing your fingers to your clit as he fucked you. His cock pounding away in your pussy as his thumb worked the sensitive nerves of your ass. Before long, he had you ready to cum again. Your walls, squeezing and pulling, against the rhythm of his cock. 

“Cum for me.” Copia commanded, his voice shaky and breathless. 

“Ah!” you moaned, your fluids leaking out from all around him as you came, hard and fast. The insides of your legs—covered in your satisfaction. He removed himself from you. Still gloriously hard and needing more. 

“I still think you’re a bit tense…let me help fix that.” he told you as he used his cock to gather up some generous amount of juices from your folds. Sliding up through the crack of your ass and pressing the head of his cock, heavy against your hole. Allowing you to adjust before he pushed himself inside.   

"C! Fuck!" You mewled, reaching back to grab at his wrist. Copia, gripping hold to your hips and pounding into you with the full force of his thrust. Leaving well earned bruises on the meat of your ass. 

"Let go amore! Ah! You. Are. So. Fucking. Tight." Copia grunted as he continued. Cock, running through you as your fingers found their way back to your clit. The flesh of your backside gloriously spread out by his hands. Your lover memorized as he watched the space between you, disappearing over and over into your ass. 

The sweat began to pool in the small of your back. Your fingers gripped tight to the old wooden shelf as your lover took you. Copia too was dripping from his brow. Relishing each and every pump of his pelvis into you. 

"Yes! C! Please, I'm cumming!" You cried out as you felt his cock begin to swell. His rhythm, more erratic and desperate as he got close to his own release. 

"Ah! Lucifer tesoro…I'm going to cum for you!" Copia groaned just as he painted your insides in hot, sticky cum. Spilling every last drop from his sack deep in your ass. The force of his climax, and your own diligent rubbing, sending you over. Your fingers slick with cum just as he had just begun to slow his stride.  

"That was exactly what I needed." You exhaled, your body loose and completely free of tension. The stress of the day fading as you melted with your lover's touch. "You always know how to make me feel better and help me unwind." You laughed, as Copia slipped out. Lifting you up into his arms to hold you against him.

"Believe me amore…the pleasure was all mine." He grinned, his paints a bit rougher looking than before. The sweat, blurring the once crisp edges. Smearing the black into the white. 

Notes: 

mio dolce amante- my sweet lover

Assolutamente- absolutely 

Cazzo- fuck

mio topolino- my little mouse

[profanepurity]

I’ve been itching to ask but keep on forgetting to do so, but what was everyone’s reactions to finding out Diana and secondo we’re gonna have a kid (including the two of them)

I don’t know if this is awkward to ask as well, but from a world build standpoint how would that even work. I know that she was revived before her organs decomposed but it seems unlikely that Diana would be able to carry a child to full term without side effects

(Also I cannot stress enough how much I love this au but if I’m asking too many questions let me know)

You are not asking too many questions at all Bamboo!! I adore every single one so much!

I've been dying to answer this question for so long, and while there is definitely some stuff I want to draw for this, I couldn't wait and decided to answer it as a quick fic lol!

I did focus a bit more on the lore and how Diana managed to have a healthy pregnancy and child. I was a little brief with everyone else's reactions, but that's because I plan on expanding on that later!

For now, here is "Accouchement" 💐🪦

CW: mentions potential child loss

Word Count: 4060 🖤

The night was a blessing for them both. 

Night brought a peace within their world that the light of the day chased out with discipline and obligations. Hushed words made conversations softer, more cherished, hanging onto every whisper in order to hear. Tall, black shadows shielded them from all but each other, hiding what was only meant for them to see. Yet even the comfort of nightfall could not protect them from all reality, even momentarily. 

Secondo laid in bed next to his lover, staring up at the ceiling and the suggestion of a slowly moving fan in the darkness. Every once in a while his eyes would drift over her form beside him. The gentle curve of her hips, dipping down towards her waist. The bed sheets stopped at her chest, allowing him to see her bare shoulders and face, surrounded in short brown curls. Her ghoulish hand was resting on his chest, pressed over his heart. The chill of her flesh seemed to be the only thing calming its rapid hammering against his ribs. 

Only an hour ago had Sister Diana, the woman beside him that had sunk her claws into his soul, told him that she was pregnant. 

Both of their reactions had been quiet, allowing breath to pass lips slowly and hands to hold each other. Secondo has always been a confident and assured man. He was capable of both commanding and maintaining control. Yet now, he felt like he was falling. It was not that he didn’t welcome the news. Truthfully, he hadn’t expected such a warmth to form in his chest once the words had sunk in. He hadn’t expected to see Diana smiling, and feel one grace his lips as well. They equally shared happiness, as they did fear. 

How this pregnancy would be kept to full term seemed implausible, despite the unbelievable fact that Diana had gotten pregnant at all. Her mind was still her own. Diana retained her humanity even after Secondo witnessed her claw herself out of the earth from her grave. Even after he watched her body pull itself from death, all while the towering presence of the Old One stood above her, willing her to rise from the tomb of the earth. The woman he loved was still here with him, but undeniably changed. The corpses she dressed before their journey to eternal rest now mirrored her pale face and icey flesh. The nun, referred to as the ghost of the mortuary by some siblings, now stands over her work like a reanimated body fulfilling her duties for her fellow deceased. Even now, as her chill calmed the raging fire under his skin, he could not see the subtle rise and fall of her breathing, simultaneously furthering his panic. 

That would be something Secondo would have to learn to get used to. 

Sister Diana was dead. The mere idea of her carrying life inside her was a miracle… one that would surely burn out like a weak flame. It was a certain fact, however, that he did not question, as the unholy mother had came to Diana in a dream to confirm it, as she does with many newly expecting mothers. Secondo was still a Cardinal under his older brother, Papa Emeritus Primo, and Sister Diana was not married to him, yet the pregnancy still received a blessing, not that that was an expectacion necessarily. 

Secondo let in a very quiet, sharp inhale as the ring he wore on his finger sent a sharp pain across his entire hand and up his arm for the tenth time that night since he’d gone to bed. It felt almost like the golden band was biting into his flesh. The ring had been a gift on the day he had ascended as a cardinal, from Bishop Avarice… a friend. 

He lifted his hand slowly to his face, and even in the darkness he could make out a thin trail of blood spilling down the palm of his hand and down his wrist, confirmed by the cool feeling of the liquid against his skin. 

His eyes darted towards the clock on his nightstand. The “bites” had come every three minutes now, starting since three o'clock this morning. Secondo would have scoffed at how cliche that was, if he wasn’t so genuinely disturbed. He knew it must mean something, what, he didn’t have a damn clue.

Every gift, word, and look from Bishop Avarice, is one from the demon, Beelzebub. The infernal king of devils, and prince of gluttony, plague, war and… fertility. 

Fuck

The Cardinal felt his heartbeat grow faster now than it did this entire night. Secondo rarely cared what the high clergy had to say or feel regarding him. While he did respect Avarice, he did not bat an eye at the idea of keeping him waiting. Beelzebub was an entirely different thing, one which he has kept waiting for half an hour at this point. 

Carefully, Secondo pried himself from Sister Diana’s arms. It felt like he was removing himself from his own tomb in a way, leaving the comfort of death to face something far more terrifying. 

Secondo spared himself a single glance in the mirror after putting on his cassock. He froze at the sight of the bottle of whiskey on his desk, staring back at him in the reflection. He turned and grabbed it, trying not to make an sound. It felt like an eternity and more as he crept through the room towards his door, making every step silent and controlled, slow. 

The moment he shut the door behind him with a gentle click, he practically flew down the hallway towards the offices of the bishops. 

***

The Cardinal’s rapid foot falls ceased abruptly as he rounded the corner and found himself at the entrance of the hallway he was looking for. Doors of each office faced eachother as the shadows warped and elongated their forms. The lights were small and dim, higher up towards the ceiling, and only served in making the darkness seem harsher by contrast. 

Secondo took a slow and controlled breath. He needed to enter this space calmly and in control, not only for his pride but for his own well being. Best not to let a predator know you are scared, and he was about to walk into a cave full of hungry, hellish beasts. 

The energy of this part of the church always felt different, no matter the time of day. However, at this hour, the air was thin, and would easily make you feel light headed. Every part of his exposed skin felt chilled, like he was in a cold sweat and feverish. His body moved itself to the right door, seeing the silver plate on the wall that titled the room to belong to the “bishop” he sought. 

One hand clutched the bottle of whiskey in a death grip while the other raised itself against the door and knocked, once, twice, and then a final time. He didn’t breathe as he waited for that relieving click of the door unlocking itself. It was only once his lungs started burning did he hear it, which allowed him to inhale slowly once more before he opened the door. 

The sight within the office was daunting, but not in the way you might expect. There was no hellfire or horrific sight of a demon crawling along the ceiling to devour him. Instead, what greeted him was Lord Beelzebub, still passable as human in appearance, reclining back in his chair. He looked relaxed, reading while he smoked. His coat was off and his collar was loosened. He also seemed happy, as the smile on his face was subtle but undeniably there. Secondo couldn’t remember the last time he had seen such a thing. The Reverend Avarice was an intimidating man, powerful as he was mentally, socially, and physically, who rarely smiled. From the way he dressed, to the intensity of his eyes, he made you feel helplessly small, as everything about the bishop was big. Given his looks, this was not something that the siblings necessarily complained about. 

All the same, Secondo was aware of the opinions that circulated around the church regarding himself. 

The source of his seemingly good mood, mysterious as it was, was taken as a blessing from Satanas. Secondo had been certain he would be angered by having to call to him ten times through the ring. This wasn’t something the Cardinal was necessarily aware of, thinking it only to be a simple ring, but the gift had been so obviously given to him for a purpose, from someone like Beelzebub. He should have known, yet was grateful still for the patience the demon showed. 

“Your dark Eminence. Here I thought you were ignoring us.” Beelzebub’s tone was as leisurely  as his posture, yet it made Secondo freeze and remain silent. Us? His eyes dare to move away from the demon and towards the other side of the room. He was astonished that he hadn’t seen the other man in the room. 

Bishop Lucrum stood on the other side of the office, looking over papers that were laid out over a desk. A tall, thin man that somehow always managed to look animated, even when still. As colorful as his personality was, he held a fair amount of respect within the church, and a repuation that cautioned any one daring to cross him. He had a heavy amount of authority in the church’s financial board, and often worked closely with Bishop Avarice, his brother, delivering sermons and structuring lessons for the youth seminary.

In the same vein, he was known to work with Father Null regarding the same matters, and others that were a bit more hush hush. Between the two cheerful bastards that were Father Null and Bishop Lucrum, Secondo didn’t have a clue how Avarice didn’t tear his beard off in ire. 

He could also himself the same, regarding Terzo. 

Bishop Lucrum, who was really Lord Mammon, king of greed, wealth, and prosperity, did look up at Secondo after a moment, stealing him with a gaze that often unnerved most siblings. His left eye, replaced by a glass prosthetic, glinted in the light, as gold as a coin itself. The Cardinal suspected he chose it to be a little unnerving.

The personalities of these demons were simply unfiltered versions of their human guises. Whereas Bishop Lucrum was more of a showman and a talker, Bishop Avarice was a firm, steady authority, yet both brothers could be equally as threatening. 

Two sides of the same coin. 

“Lord Beelzebub…Lord Mammon. I’m sorry I didn’t come immediately when you first summoned me.” Secondo kept his tone controlled, not daring to break eye contact with Mammon until the demon spoke to him, yet he felt just as tense not having Beelzebub in his line of sight. Why? He’s worked with both of these infernals for several years now. He was not used to feeling so infuriating nervous.

“You can make it up to us by pouring us some Grappe and sitting down.” Hearing that, Secondo began to wonder if Beelzebub was being so passive deceptively. 

“I would love to, but I actually brought you both a bottle of Whistlepig for us to enjoy. I know you both enjoy it.” The Cardinal sets the bottle on Beelzebub’s desk, still keeping his eyes on Mammon’s face. The sight of the whiskey finally makes the thinner demon’s lips twitch upwards into a smirk. 

“For us? You’re really trying to get on our good side tonight, aren’t you, Cardinal.” Mammon’s statement makes Secondo finally feel releashed from that golden, hypnotic gaze that held his attention for so long. He could finally turn his neck, feeling an ache in it set in from how tense the muscles had been. 

Damn, he’s getting old. 

“Well pour the whiskey then, it’s already almost 4 am. We only have two hours like this.” Beelzebub puts down what he was reading and raises his cigar to his lips to inhale the dark, reddish looking smoke. As he exhaled, it slipped past his lips and sharp teeth, reminding Secondo of a fire burning inside his chest and release smoke. 

Secondo grabbed three glasses from the small bar desk kept in his office, bringing them to Beelzebub’s desk and arranging them in a triad. The pouring liquor seemed to be enough to draw Mammon closer, as his footsteps behind him made Secondo tense up once again before relaxing as he simply goes to sit beside his brother, adjusting his suit jacket and resting an elbow on the table comfortably. 

Secondo sits down across from them once he finishes pouring each glass, and there is a moment where the three of them just stared at eachother, none speaking or moving to grab their drink. Both demons simply stared at Secondo for a moment. With the two of them next to eachother, it was easier to see the similarities along with the more obvious differences. Siblings often liked to gossip over which one was the eldest brother, being as their was little to no information about them anywhere, and they could only go by the vague and disconnected information that the bishops would share verbally. Secondo knew these demons to be ageless, simply and unfathomably, and left it at that. The two men he was looking at now were no more than illusions of the horrors that they truly were. 

“How did she get pregnant?” The question left his lips in a rush of quiet exasperation after who knows how long, as Secondo looked between the two other men. He could see them slowly look at eachother and spare looks of silent humor and mocking incredulously raised brows, as if his question really had been that obvious and simple. 

“I think that’s obvious, Cardinal.” Beelzebub, in response to his shaken words, idly blows a light amount of smoke past his own lips. 

Secondo found himself standing over the two demons before he started thinking, rage rushing through him like a dam that had finally broke. He stares down over them in a still bridled but dangerously tempted rage. 

“You known damn well why I ask that! Stop playing fucking games with me and tell me how I can keep this child!”

The result of his outburst rewarded him with Beelzebub rising from his chair, easily matching, if not surpassing his height once he moved around the desk. Secondo was a taller man himself after all. The demon’s burning red and yellow eyes bore into him like brands of fire. So much for his good mood just a moment ago, though Secondo really could only blame himself for that.

“You can’t. You don’t need us to tell you that. I thought that would be somewhat of a relief to you, Secondo. Now you don’t have to worry about replicating your father’s neglect onto your kid.”

“You don’t have to give up your lifestyle either. Kids are expensive Cardinal, I can’t imagine you’d be able to keep having all those night outs anymore.” Mammon remained in his chair, leaning heavily on the desk as he rolled a coin between each of his fingers, watching him and Beelzebub idly, not batting an eye at the stand off. 

“And you won’t have to be tied to a life long committed to Diana… perfect, right?” Beelzebub never broke his stare straight into his very skull. He held it all the while Secondo remained silent, unable to summon any words to pass his lips, much less form in his mind after that bombardment of…uncomfortable truths. As much as he loved Diana, commitment was something they both struggled with, and mutually agreed, for now, not to force any kind of decision between the two of them. 

After a moment of silence, Beelzebub speaks again, somewhat less intensely. 

“Why do you think I bothered to call you in here ten times if the answers were that simple?”

“... So that we can arrange a pact.” Finally, the Cardinal finds his voice. His fists clench for a moment at how easily Beelzebub had stolen that ability from him. Again, Secondo was in no way used to having the ease of control over a room stripped from him. Not that this is by any means an average room. 

“So you do want a way to have it all? I won’t lie to you, I’m liking all this greed, Cardinal.” Mammon leans back in his chair as Beelzebub moves to go sit back down beside his brother. 

“Accepting change, yet wanting nothing to change, all at the same time. Something has to give though, doesn’t it? What are willing to sacrifice?” Mammon pauses the movement of the rolling coin between his first and middle finger, staring at him with a deceptively nice face. His eyes looked ready to swallow him in golden flames.

“Anything. Whatever you both want, I will give.” Secondo remains standing, following the larger demon’s movements with his eyes, but taking care to respond to Mammon. 

“Careful, Secondo. Be very, very careful with your words here…” Beelzebub leans forward in his chair a little, lowering his tone and slowing his words, willing them to grip the Cardinal by his throat. 

“If you allow us to take anything, we will take anything.” 

Secondo sat back down, slowly sinking into the furniture. He had such a grip on the arm of the chair he was sitting in now that it creaked. He felt like a child being reprimanded for speaking out of turn. He was not a young man, his behavior was foolish as minimum in this. It infuriated him almost as much as these demons… who were his friends. Why was this such a tense conversation? Why did this need to feel like he was fighting just to breath in this room, let alone have a civil conversation. Could they not just give him grace, just this once, after the past three months of his life have been destroyed and rebuilt in a haze of chaos. 

Then Beelzebub’s eyes dimmed, pulling back the flame and instead fixing him with a colder stare that felt like relief to Secondo, where some may find it harsh looking. 

“If I allow you to have this child, I want your full devotion to me. No more of this lenient bullshit, I’m not fucking around anymore. You will give me your entire life and practice, before during, and after you become Papa Emeritus Secondo. Do this, and Diana will have a healthy pregancy and deliver the child with no issue.” Beelzebub’s demand left no room for any kind of negotiation on that deal, despite the immense gravity of it. His tone left no doubt in Secondo that it was indeed a promise. 

This didn’t stop the Cardinal from looking over at Mammon for his demand, “... What is your price, Lord?”

“You couldn’t pay me any amount of cash to cut a deal with you.” A light chuckle erupts from him as he leans back even more, knitting his claws together over his stomach. His smile showed off golden fangs, reflecting slightly in the light of the office. 

“I will allow you to keep your lifestyle, your papalcy will be bigger than your brother’s in every way, and the ghost project is going to spike under your reign.” Mammon’s words came off so easy, just like his smile. 

Secondo tensely waited for the catch. He already knew before he told him that he couldn’t simply pay the Lord of Greed, unfortunately. 

“You’re going to use that time in the spot light to work your ass off for both of us. If I need a special favor, I need you to fulfill it, no questions asked. The work you put in won’t affect your time with your family, but it will be demanding. Your time working with me is payment. More importantly, it’s also paving the way for your brothers, and for your kid.” 

Mammon adjusted the watch on his wrist to check the time after laying out his equally demanding expectations for the Cardinal. 

Secondo was silent for a moment, letting this sink in. He knew this wasn’t something that was going to make him sink to the bottom, but it would test him, extremely so.

Perhaps that was the point of this being so difficult, to prepare him for trial. Is this what Primo has to deal with on a regular basis with these infernals? 

Another reality just got added to his mind with that thought, among a mountain of others. The words of the demons blended together in his head as he stared down at his untouched glass of whiskey. The idea of working, not just for his debt to Mammon and Beelzebub, but for his brothers and unborn child did stick with him more than he anticipated it would. If he could give them even a slightly better chance at success than he and Primo had, he could feel like he did something for them. He could feel like he filled in as their older brother and father properly, unlike Nihil, who couldn’t be bothered to give them a single fair opportunity, much less the time of day. 

This was his opportunity to pave the way for something greater than himself. 

“... Shall we drink to it then?” Secondo looks up at them, his gaze steady and voice firm in his decision. 

Mammon grabs his glass without missing a beat, but Beelzebub doesn’t move so fast. He takes one more moment to lock eyes with the Cardinal, evaluating something inside of him, before a small smile finally came across his own features again. Beelzebub reached for the glass and picked it up. 

“Let’s drink to it.” The affirmation is back to a steady and lighter demeanor. 

The three men tilt back their drinks and to take a sip, solidifying the pact and marking an eternal devotion to the sin of greed. Finally, Secondo felt like he could breathe once more, like the liquor had some how opened his lungs and throat to allow in oxygen, and his mind stopped racing so much. The two demons before him simply looked content and happy to knock back a whiskey that was really meant to be sipped, yet they downed it as easily as water. 

“Congratulations, friend. You’ll be a wonderful father.” Mammon’s grin looked natural finally as he handed him that coin that was in his hand, possessing a slight glow to it. The seal of Beelzebub was engraved on one side, while the seal of Mammon was on the other. 

***

Telling his brothers that Sister Diana was pregant was much easier, as he expected it to be. Their initial reactions had been shocked, concerned, and confused, much like he had been. Papa Primo and his Prime Mover, Elizabeth, had approached him the night that he had broke the news to them all. They were understandably worried. He knew they were checking to see if he knew the likelihood of the pregancy being carried to full term was slim, he knew that from the way Eliza’s eyes seemed glassy, and Primo kept trying to search his eyes. He also knew their concerns would eventually be diluted by pleasant hope and confusion once the pregancy reached five healthy months, and it did. 

Terzo and Copia, who remained silent at first, began to grow a bit more anxious and excited as the prospect of being uncles. It was finally hitting them that this could be real. 

Elizabeth’s joy for her beloved friend only grew with Diana over the next months, hope slowly increasing into full blown delight. Primo finally began smiling again when he saw Sister Diana with him towards the end of her pregancy. 

On the day of the accouchement, the birth of his daughter made the ministry glow with pride and happiness. Cardinal Secondo Emeritus ushering in the continuation of the bloodline was nothing short of celebrated. The high clergy all sent their blessings and well wishes to his family. Bishop Avarice and Bishop Lucrum offered their assistance with the newborn if it was needed, as friends would. 

Perhaps the jubilation was why Secondo agreed to allow his father, Papa Emeritus Nihil, to hold his newborn granddaughter, Bellamy, during her dedication to the Unblessed Mother and Father.

[captaingrebelguf]

The Return

Back at my bullshit again, again. Dedicated to: @copiousloverofcopia <3 Damn you for making me feel things. I needed angst. So I created late-night angst.

Sister Alessandra borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read. It's a delight.

Now. A while back...

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Terzo held the remains of his cigarette to his lips and inhaled. He lifted his chin to the stars as he exhaled the smoke out into the night sky. He stood on the balconette outside his Papal suites-- their Papal suites. The last several hours had been a whirlwind, but all that mattered was Alessandra was back home and by Lucifer's good graces, their daughter was, too. Terzo closed his eyes and tried to steady his breath, the feeling of spinning taking over his mind again. He needed to stay strong and keep it together for Alessandra. He knew the pain and tears of all the conversations they needed to have would happen at some point, but not right now. They're home and we will figure it out, Terzo reminded himself, taking another drag of the cigarette. 

Terzo, Alessandra, and their infant had been back at the ministry for barely twelve hours. The rest of the day had been a blur. The Abbey's resident physician came upstairs and checked out the new mother and baby, giving them the all clear. Primo and some of his ghouls volunteered to head into town to grab a few essentials for the unexpected child. The ministry was buzzing with excitement of Prime Mover Alessandra’s sudden return and with a baby. A few close loved ones, Primo, Secondo, Copia, and Omega, stopped by periodically to try to check in on the family. Terzo was hell bent on letting Alé rest and refused visitors for the rest of the day. Alessandra and their daughter slept, woke, fed; rinse and repeat every few hours. Terzo had not slept. 

At first it had been the adrenaline of being reunited with the woman he loved and finding out their child was still alive and well, but it had slowly melted into fear and panic as the hours went by. He laid in bed beside both of them and watched his lover and child just breathe. His brain wracking itself over and over replaying everything; everything he had almost done, finding Alessandra, the birth of their daughter, their return to the Abbey. She had told him there was no baby after her accident. She ran away from their home, she left him alone. Grieving alone with only his thoughts. She should have been there waiting for him when he returned from his tour. Instead he came home to nothing. He needed her more than he cared to admit. Twenty-four hours ago, he had nothing left, there was no point anymore. 

Terzo put out the cigarette in the ashtray, feeling his mind start to spin again. He buried his face in his hands and took a deep breath. He was a father. He had a daughter. He wasn’t ready for this. He was ready when he had Alé by his side, but he had already spent months grieving the loss of their child. How was he supposed to pretend everything was okay now? It would take time, but it will all be alright, he tried to reason with himself. He pinched the bridge of his nose, this is supposed to be a happy time. 

He tapped the pack of cigarettes against his hand as he gathered another smoke. He let out a loud sigh as he plopped the cigarette between his lips and lit it up. He returned his gaze to the stars, inhaling the smoke, as he identified the constellations in the clear skies. He knew this was all his fault to begin with. He drug Alessandra into this arrangement and through months of his carelessness and her own suffering, he knew he couldn’t be upset with her. She did what she felt was best for herself and their unborn child. But he still felt the hurt. 

Terzo leaned over the balcony and looked down to the topiary below. He closed his eyes and hung his head. His hair falling forward into his eyes. He couldn't even bear to think he had almost thrown everything away. His head hurt, he swallowed down the hard lump in his throat as he pulled the cigarette to his lips again, breathing in more smoke to his lungs. 

We will get through this, he promised himself. It may not be tomorrow, but they would only get stronger from here. He would do everything in his power to be the man she deserved. Both her and their daughter. He silently vowed to the stars he would be the best father he could be. 

Terzo snuffed out the cigarette, the cold air was finally starting to get to him. It was time to go back inside and face reality again. He turned the ornate door knob and let himself back inside to their bedroom. He paused as Alé’s sleeping face lit up in the moonlight; she was so beautiful. He would do anything for this woman. He would give her the world if she asked for it. He couldn't stay mad, he was absolutely in love with her. 

He had to pull on the door to properly close it behind him, causing a sudden, loud thump. The newborn began to fuss in her temporary sleeping arrangement. Terzo watched from the doorway a second longer, giving the child the chance to fall back asleep. The small raven-haired Emeritus then began to whimper louder and louder until she was at a full-pitched wail. Terzo froze in a panic. 

Alessandra sprung up from her pillow and contorted herself to reach over for the newborn, "Oh, my love.." 

Terzo stepped forward towards the bed, floorboards creaking under his bare feet. Alé turned her head to face his shadowy figure, startling at the sight of him. 

"Terzo, are you okay?"

"Sì. I'm just… I have a lot on my mind.." he trailed off, approaching the newborn in her crib. 

"Terz, I can take care of her," Alé started. 

"No," Terzo insisted firmly, Alé taken aback by the sternness in his tone, "No, please, let me take care of her. Please." 

Terzo lifted his child from her bed, reminding himself to support her head, treating her as if she was made of glass. Terzo swayed the infant gently, holding her close to him. He spoke softly to their daughter, so quietly Alessandra could barely make it out. The newborn began to settle again. He stood in silence, softing rocking his body as Alé watched their outline in the dark bedroom. 

"I can't believe this is real," he murmured. 

Alé patted the open space of bed in front of her. Terzo sat down on the edge, staring down intently at his daughter. Alé slowly pushed herself up, the pain and soreness from childbirth leaving her slightly breathless. She rested her chin over Terzo's shoulder, taking in the child they created cradled in his arms. She thanked Lucifer for bringing the three of them back together, the way it was intended. 

"She's perfect, Alé," Terzo spoke. Unbeknownst to Alessandra, tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at the sleeping infant. 

"I mean, you did help a little…" Alé teased him, kissing his neck. 

Terzo didn't reply. 

"Terz?" Alé rubbed circles on his back, hoping to elicit some response. 

"I can't lose you again," he finally whispered, feeling a hot tear trail down his face. 

"Oh, Terzo…" Alé felt her heart crumble as he choked back a sob. She felt his back heaving as he wept silently over their daughter. Alessandra wrapped her arms around him the best she could, pressing herself against him, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry…"

He didn't say anything, he could only feel the growing fear again looking down at his infant's sleeping face. He wouldn't ruin this child the way his life had been destroyed by Nihil. Babies were supposed to be a beautiful thing, yet here he was, terrified out of his mind. Terrified of something so small. 

"You need to sleep, my love," Alé's voice interjected his spiraling mind. He felt her hand creep around his side and clasp his hand in hers; she gave it three firm squeezes. 

Terzo lifted her hand and pressed her knuckles to his lips, "I love you so much, Alessandra. I will spend the rest of our lives showing you how much I do."

"I know you will, Papa," Alé smiled nuzzling her face against his back, "Come to bed." 

Terzo slowly stood and approached the crib Primo had found on such short notice. He slowly lowered their daughter back down without incident. Alessandra slipped back down pulling the covers up to her chin, so incredibly pleased to be back in their bed. Terzo returned to his side of the bed and crawled under the covers. Alé entwined her feet between his, grabbing for his hand. 

Terzo leaned forward and kissed her brow, "I'm so glad you're home. Both of you." 

"Me too,," she replied, burying her face in his chest, gently weaving her fingers through his chest hair, “More importantly, can I say how much I’ve missed these sheets? They really are worth bragging about..”

"I am well aware. Nothing but the finest for my wife," he hummed, brushing down her hair, holding her to his heart. 

"That's a first," she stated, looking up at him through the darkness. 

"Like I said, you will never be leaving my side again," he teased, "You're mine forever. No going back now." 

"Oh?" Alé questioned him.

"You shouldn't have agreed to come back home with me otherwise,” he smirked, gathering her close again to kiss her forehead.

Alessandra cupped his cheek, “Please get some sleep. We can talk more when it isn’t 4:00am.”

Terzo took a deep breath  and settled deeper into the bed. He felt Alé relax against him as her breathing slowed as she slipped back to sleep. He listened to the sounds of their daughter breathing quickly and soundly in her bed adjacent theirs. He closed his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep. He could worry more in a few hours. Sleep sounded nice for now.

[rightintheghoulies]

Not books, but fanfiction.

[ghostlychief]

I just want you all to know that yes, I see your requests and no, I’m not ignoring them!!! Currently I have three and I’m thinking about how to execute them :) thanks for all your support for my writing and hopefully you’re looking forward to these next set of ghost requests!

[bloodstainedtoothpaste]

what's up whores

translation: intro

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i like everything spooky, evil and/or macabre

feel free to send me suggestions/prompts

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[cntloup]

18+ MDNI Simon fucking you in a headlock

You've been obsessed with his arms since day one.

And you finally asked him to do what you wanted for a while.

He made sure that you were comfortable, asking multiple times if you were ok.

And you breathed out 'yes' eagerly each time.

And now here you are as he fucks into your sopping pussy while having you in a headlock, thick veiny arm wrapped around your neck.

The burly mass of muscles puts enough pressure to make you dizzy, increasing the already intense pleasure of his fat cock splitting your weeping cunt open.

His other hand reaches around your body and lands on your sensitive puffy clit, rough fingers circling and pinching it while his wide hips slap against your rear with each ferocious plunge into you.

"You gonna be a good girl and cum f'me?" he grunts into your ear as he feels the ever increasing pressure of your pulsating pussy on his cock.

And you can only hum in response, the razing pleasure too much to bear, too much to let you form any coherent words.

You hold on to his strong arm wrapped around you, nails digging into his bicep and forearm, surely leaving crescent marks on his skin.

The delightful mix of sweet sensations, the aching drag of his thick cock along your sensitive walls repeatedly with the dizzying pleasure of his arm around your neck,

while his swollen red tip viciously attacks your gummy cervix and his calloused fingertips rub against your puffy clit send you to a state of pure engulfing euphoria.

And streams of your juices and cream gush out of you as you let out hiccupped moans, blended with his low growl of sheer pleasure as he fills up your welcoming womb with his seed.

[chaosandmarigolds]

Simon Riley! who isn't traditional in the gross way but in the he wants to protect you and make sure you don't feel like you have to provide for yourself, he wants to be a safety net, something to rely on

Simon Riley! Who made it a point to buy your dream house as soon as you were married,

Simon Riley! Who didn't expect houses to require so...much...work

"Baby! The water won't turn off?"

"The fuck you mean it won't turn off just-" Simon grumbled as he dropped the moving box and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the handle of the faucet and trying to pull it, only for it to come flying off. Leaving him dumbfounded and you a giggling disaster.

Simon Riley! Who likes handy man tasks as much as the next guy but the people at the store are beginning to know his name

Simon Riley! Who didn't have a dad to teach him some stuff like plumbing and whatnot so he calls Price

"Oi, Cap-"

"She came to her senses and ran away, yeah?"

"No...I need you to tell me ho' to turn off th' water."

Simon Riley! Who does know how much you love watching him do yard work but doesn't dwell because these godddamn weeds-

Simon Riley! Who loves nothing more than watching you paint the walls of the house, finds it like to be a scene of a movie and it would be a lie if the reality was much better than the cinema

Simon Riley! Who hates facebook because you would randomly send him across the city because you found an old China cabinet you thought would be perfect

Simon Riley! Who doesn't care how his buddies tease him about becoming a domestic civilian so soon, because he would happily fix a thousand houses if it meant a thousand more years with you

(Comments and feedback make my day! annnd yeah that's it <3 )

[neoarchipelago]

The idea of Simon Riley fucking you passionately, between hard and soft, deep and languid. While repeating again and again "I'm not good for you... Not good, you need better..."

Fucking you to make you addicted because he still wants you to stay and love him no matter how fucked up he is.

Fucking you like he loves you. A full contradiction of his words...

[ghostchems]

smoke break - papa emeritus iii & sibling of sin

you find solace and a private place to smoke when you are caught by the new papa.

author's notes: cranked this out because i was feeling pretty similar to reader here! hence the teensy lil break from here and discord. good thing i could turn it into some 2k words of terzo sads :') there also be some weed smokin' and cuteness. ao3 link

The high, arched window is cracked and a cool breeze seeps into the secluded hall. You’re perched on the alcove with your knees up to your chest, a joint between your fingers that is carefully angled out the window crack. This is a deeply personal ritual of yours when life becomes too much: too much gossip, too many expectations and responsibilities, too much everything. A Satanic Ministry that is a firm promoter in personal freedom is not immune to drama and tension. You take a drag of the joint, filling your lungs with smoke before giving a shaky exhale, leaning your head against the wall. You love it here — you truly do. It’s the first place you’ve ever been able to be yourself. But even the most perfect of worlds can be exhausting.

Papa Emeritus the Third would be departing for his first tour in a few weeks and everyone was in a tizzy over it. Overworking themselves to ensure every aspect (the costumes, the lighting, the finances, etc.) of his debut are perfect and in turn, causing some ruffled feathers. You truly want to be involved but you don’t want to fight for a spot among those that have already asserted their place. So, you’ve drifted away from the rehearsals and the planning meetings, finding yourself in this particular alcove a few times a week to come down from the craziness of the day. Things are changing, so much potential for the ministry and it scares you. You’ve never been here for a transition like this and the influx of new recruits that usually followed. The idea of all this to do culminating in even more members that would change the make-up of the clergy you’ve grown so used to makes your head spin.

“Sorella.”

Your hazy eyes dart up from your lap and land on Papa’s face, his eyes narrowed with the paint around them dark and angled. He is scowling, holding his hand out for the joint. You scramble to hand it to him, your words catching in your throat as you shrink beneath his gaze. Papa is dressed in his robes and mitre, his stature tall and threatening. The sharp, golden nails on his glove prick your fingers as he takes the joint from you, examining it between two fingers. Your chest tightens, certain that you’re in trouble despite the usual lax rules when it comes the marijuana. You’ve never come face to face with the new papa before but if he is anything like Secondo you are expecting a fiery temper. Instead, he brings the joint to his lips and takes a long drag from it. Your jaw nearly drops. None of the higher ups typically indulge in such decadence in this casual a setting.

Papa sighs deeply and hops up onto the alcove, his feet dangling off the ground as he removes his mitre and sets it beside him. Your eyes are glued to how his raven hair spills out from it and he quickly smooths it back into place before taking another drag of the joint.

“What are you doing in this sequestered hall of the abbey, Sorella?” His voice is smooth and friendly, giving you uninterrupted eye contact even as he hands you back your joint. You feel the smoothness of his leather gloves this time, taking the joint back and forcing your body to relax.

“Just needed some space.” You murmur, averting your eyes away from his piercing gaze. Surely Papa has something better to do than speak to you, right?

“Mmm, I understand. Everyone seems to be on these days, don’t they?” He gives you a knowing look, his lips quirking into a grin. Ah, now you see it — his charms that have swept away your fellow siblings. And now you find yourself drifting off into his allure.

“Yes, Papa, and all for your tour debut.” He nearly winces at your words.

“Not for me — for the Ministry.” Papa’s eyes crinkle and there’s a hint of bitterness in his voice. Your brows knit together, confused by his response. Then you start to get a better look at him and notice how exhaustion seems to radiate from him despite his cracked paint hiding the bags beneath his eyes. You’ve always seen Papa Emeritus as some larger than life being but seeing the Third in such a light tugs at your heartstrings. He is probably being worked to death and the expectations for success are much more pressure on him rather than the siblings of sin who are fighting over supporting him. You take a quick rip and extend the joint back out for him to take. He hesitates, then takes it and brings it to his lips.

Of course, you could be reading into things too deeply but you are familiar with his particular look of weariness.

“I’ve sat in on a few rehearsals. I think it’s safe to say some of the excitement is because of you.”

Papa’s expression softens as he puts out the joint on the window sill and flicks it out into the grass. He leans his head against the wall just as you had done and closes his eyes for a moment. Oddly comfortable silence falls over the both of you.

“It’s, eh, quite something, isn’t it?” His head lolls and tilts toward you, a wide grin spreading across his face. “Still, there are times it is difficult to be… present.” It’s hard not to smile back at him, his change in expression infectious.

“Well, I come here to feel like myself again every so often. And to smoke.” You let your own feet dangle off the alcove and wiggle in closer to him. Your gaze falls to his robes, intricate gold designs along the soft black fabric and the bright purple sleeves poking out from beneath, the urge to touch it growing stronger and stronger.

“Go on, dolcezza.” Papa’s voice drops to a low whisper, his eyes taking in the details in your face. You are fully feeling the high now, immediately reaching your hand out so your fingers can brush along the lace details of his sleeves without a second thought. He inches in closer to you, extending his arm out so you can tough even more, his shoulder firm against yours. Papa’s eyes are glued to you as you start to grow more confident, touching the golden grucifixes on the front of his robes. A purr rumbles up his chest and you feel it beneath your fingers. You lift your head and your eyes meet, a breath catching in your throat. Papa leans forward and presses his forehead into yours, a quiet moment passing between you until…

You giggle. You watch his eyes crinkle with glee and he laughs along with you. It's such a surreal moment but a funny one, nonetheless. You can’t shake how boyish Papa looks when he laughs, a contrast to how deathly serious he usually looks in his paints. The laughter starts to peter off, back to slight giggles as you lean back to your side of the alcove. Papa gives an amused exhale, book ended by a few quiet giggles. He bunches up his robe at his waist and dips his hand into the pocket of his pants. Papa gives a quiet grunt and extends his legs, stretching out so he can actually get his hand into his pocket and your eyes dart to how his shirt underneath his robes ride up his stomach, exposing a dark happy trail. It feels sinful to see so much of Papa but you can’t look away, mesmerized by his bare skin. He ends up pulling a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, seamlessly pulling one from the box and lighting it, setting the carton and lighter on the sill.

“I may have to steal this little ritual of yours, sorella.” He purrs with the cigarette between his lips, then takes a deep drag. “There aren’t many places for me to hide away from the eyes of Sister.” Papa’s eyes dart around the hall dramatically before giving another laugh.

“It’s all yours, Papa.” You don’t mind sharing, especially with him. It’s an odd feeling, to have your inhibitions completely stripped, overcome with a hazy high and buddying around with the most high-ranking member of the clergy. You’ve never exactly thought of a Papa being hip or spending much time with random siblings of sin **but the Third seems far more open to it. It makes you feel special. It makes you feel like he might be something special. “What will you do while on tour?”

“Oh, it is much easier to slip away when off premises.” His smile only widens. “In preparation for this role, I spent a lot of time traveling to different branches of the ministry, touring con il mio fratello… we got into a lot of trouble.” Papa chuckles as he gazes at his lit cigarette. “I could easily barricade myself in my hotel room if I truly need some me time.” You laugh, deep and hearty, and seeing his face light up from your response makes you blush. He’s charming. He’s funny. He’s loose. You can’t help but be more excited for his tenure as Papa now that you’ve seen exactly how he is. But even now, you can see his smile falter, his gaze falling back to the empty hallway.

“Papa!” Sister’s voice booms down the hall and he grits his teeth. It’s like he could sense her presence. He quickly taps out his cigarette and flicks it out the window, then jumps off the alcove.

“Eh, I guess I should not have dipped out of the budget meeting.” He shrugs with a weak smile, his robes falling perfectly back into place. You pick up his mitre for him, the weight of it heavy in your hands, handing it to him while your fingertips touch. The weariness is back in his eyes, the creases on his forehead and his frown lines more pronounced than before. You almost say something, your brain processing at a slower speed due to the weed, wanting to ask if he’s okay or needs help but you end up holding your tongue. Is it your place to ask him such things? You start to spiral in your own mind until he snaps you out of it with his smooth voice. “Until our next relaxation ritual.” He places his mitre atop his head and the transformation back to Papa Emeritus the Third is complete.

“D-don’t forget to take breaks, Papa. Everyone needs them.” You had to get it out and you almost regret saying it just from the way he eyes you after. He holds out his hand and takes yours, his thumb stroking the back of it.

“Call me Terzo, dolcezza.” But he says nothing of the breaks. And you know why — he can’t commit to taking them. Not now. Not when the weight of the ministry is on his shoulders. Not when he’s been preparing for this his entire life only for his individualism to be squashed by leadership.

Papa gives your hand a squeeze and then lets you go, his robes billowing behind him as he walks briskly to where Sister had been calling for him. So elegant yet so rushed. You look down beside you and realize he’s left his carton of cigarettes. He’s too far away now to get his attention, so you pick them up and examine them. You realize there is no discernible branding, the carton all black with some golden art deco lines. When you pop the lid open you find neatly packed rolls, obviously rolls he made himself.

You make a mental note to make sure you have them if you see him again at the alcove…

But something tells you you won’t.

[empresskylo]

simon ‘ghost’ riley is a light sleeper. he’s so well trained to be on high alert that even when he’s not on duty he wakes at the smallest sound.

sometimes you’ll get up in the middle of the night and he immediately sits up. “you alright?” he slurs.

you make a small sound of discomfort or wiggle a little too much and his head is turning on the pillow, his eyes on you. and he always asks if you’re okay. you’ve told him he’s being silly and sometimes you just have to get up to go to the bathroom, but you gave up on telling him that—he’s adamant on checking on you.

and anytime he wakes up, no matter where the disturbance comes from, he’s looking over to your side of the bed to make sure you’re okay first.

and if you ever do need him in the middle of the night, all you have to do is whisper his name. he opens his eyes almost immediately and instinctively tightens his arm around you. “everythin’ alright?”

and one time you couldn’t sleep. your face was buried in his chest as he clung to you, the soft rumble of his snores letting you know he was knocked out. you didn’t want to wake him, but you were crying. you barely even moved as you teared up into his chest. suddenly, his hands squeezed you tighter. “whats’a matter?” he coos softly.

you tilt your head up to him teary eyed. “i didn’t mean to wake you.”

he clicks his tongue. “tell me what’s wrong, baby.” his hand gently caressing your face, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear.

and he’s so protective. if you roll over and out of his hands he’s quick to pull you back into his grip. he likes having his hands on you while he’s sleeping. it makes him feel more secure knowing you’re okay.

when you fall asleep together on the sofa, your body pressed to his, his arms are wrapped around your waist, clutching you closely against him. it doesn’t even matter if he’s too warm, he wants you touching him at all times whenever he’s asleep.

it’s gotten to the point where he can barely sleep when he’s not with you. without you safely in his arms, without being able to physically feel you under his fingertips, it continuously wakes him up. he’s lucky to get two hours in a row without waking.

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[copiousloverofcopia]

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Never Change

The upcoming tour has you on edge when your devilish lover Dew decides to create a stir. While he meant no harm, the ghoul's antics only add to your frustration. When things reach their max and you can no longer continue, it's up to Dew to remind you on how to relax.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut

Your head was pounding. The dark circles under your eyes, beginning to feel like a permanent fixture on your face and It seemed that as of late that the days grew longer and the nights shorter. You had begun to feel the weight of all the responsibility, you had at one time so willingly taken on. Now taking its toll more than you had ever expected. 

At first you were elated to have even been asked. Working hard for the Ministry to ensure a successful tour for the Impera cycle was something any siblings would be honored to be a part of. There were days, however, when you hardly left the main office. The small room set aside for you, covered in an endless array of paperwork and incomplete itineraries. 

At times it felt like you too were collecting dust, just as the numerous artifacts and forgotten tomes that surrounded you. More often than not, worried that the more you accomplished—the more you still had to get done. The ominous feeling of dread hitting you from the moment your eyes peeled open with the light of the sun. All of it, you often thought, would be a little less infuriating if it hadn’t been for your own personal gremlin—Dew. 

You had fallen for him some time ago—back when you first became selected as a Canon for the Cardinal. A prestigious position within your Italian sect of the Ministry. You were ready to make a name for yourself just when Dew came into your life. Instantly drawing you in with his fiery and unpredictable nature. He was a force to be reckoned with, and he kept you on your toes. 

The excitement between you left you with a sense of meaning—feeling more exhilarated and alive. All of your desires found to be mutual, leading to a romance between the two of you that rivaled that of Antony and Cleopatra. Hot and heavy, it was a wonder you ever got anything done. All of that, however, came crashing down when Cardinal Copia became Papa. 

Your workload tripled overnight and suddenly you had gone from being able to sneak away to an alcove for some steamy afternoon delights, to being stuck behind the same four walls. Working day in and day out for weeks on end. No end in sight until the beginning of the tour. Worst of all, once the Ghost tour started and Copia left, Dew had to go with him.

You had tried not to think about it. Secluding yourself from the rest of the group. Dew, at first doing his best to give you space. At some point however, there was only so much he could give before a ghoul like Dew could no longer contain his natural urges. 

This week was the worst of it. Dew finding new and inventive ways to drive you mad. First was him clawing up the sofa in the office. Leaving behind a trail of threaded up seams and worn down arm rests. He was a glorified cat in his own right, you thought, praying Sister Imperator would not hold you accountable. 

The rest of the week Dew filled with the antics, the likes of an impetuous child. Trying desperately to gain your attention and doing his best to distract you from your responsibilities. Taunting you with the feel of his slick tongue running down the nape of your neck. His claws, grazing at the heat of your sex, all while you were elbow deep in monotonous paperwork.  It took all the power you had inside you to shoo him from the office. The aching he left between your thighs—absolutely torturous. 

You weren’t sure which was worse, the sexual edging or that he finished things off yesterday with a naked roll in the expense reports. Dewdrop, taking advantage of your quick trip to the refectory, to cover the pages in something wet. You, returning to find him amongst the pile of papers, all of them streaked in black ink and fluids. Of which the origins you dare not ask. 

While you had tried to explain, in vain, why it wasn’t the time or the place. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t bring yourself to explain it in a way the ghoul would understand. To him it was all fun and games. He was teasing you after all, and if he wasn’t allowed to have you then this was the best way he knew to spend the time. 

Now as you sat at your desk, you waited for the next Dew episode to take place. Feeling the tears pricking at your eyes when the door to the office creaked open. Your scrunkly handsome, mischievous, and smug ghoul wasting no time to step inside. Noticing right away when he walked in, that your face held more than the suggestion of tears.

“Hey babe… what’s got you all?” Dew asked, gesturing over his face with his hands. You let out a sigh, taking in a deep breath in through your nose, before exhaling sharply through pursed lips. Feeling the resolve you had been holding on to, quickly crumbling down. 

“I—I just can’t take it any more Dew.” you told him. Sobbing into your hands as he quickly closed the space between you. 

“Hey, hey, hey peanut. Tell me what’s going on? Are they adding more work for you again?” he asked, ready to throw hands with whatever clergyman had the balls to give you even MORE to do. 

“No, that's not it.” you sniffled. Drying the tears with your sleeve as they fell from your eyes. Dew’s normally grumpy face, turning soft and concerned in their wake. His tail, coming to rest sullenly between his legs.    

“Then… then what is it?” he asked, seeming to be genuinely unaware of what troubled you. The ghoul, bringing himself to sit beside you on your desk. Hopped up along the edge like a wistful kitten, wanting to comfort you. 

“I am overwhelmed, that's true. Sister is on me to finish up all the contracts for the European venues and to top it off I just found out they are adding another date in September that I need to work out the details on and well… frankly Dew,” You paused, deciding to tell him the truth once and for all,”...you are NOT helping.”  

“What? What do you mean?” Dew asked you, feeling a bit blindsided by your comment. Unsure of exactly what you were trying to tell him. 

“I am running on empty. I have so much left to do and all this stuff with you is making the load feel ten times worse. I just wish… I just wish you’d stop with all the crazy while I am trying to work!” you yelled, putting your head down on the desk. The pounding inside of your skull intensified. It was all out in the open now. Dew pressed his lips together, feeling the weight of your words. Wishing he could take back everything he had done the past week.

“Hey…” he began, nudging you with his horns. You carefully lifted your head to meet with his gaze. This time your impish lover was staring back at you with soft, loving eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh?” you asked him, wiping away the remainder of your tears. Dew pulled you into his arms. Wrapping you in them, allowing you to release in his embrace. 

“I’m sorry, I let things get out of hand. I never in a million years wanted to make you unhappy and I surely didn’t want to make you break down.”

“Oh Dew… it’s not just you. I—” 

“No, I know… but I could have done better to make sure you weren’t getting into a bad place. That was also my fault. I promise you that this will never happen again.” he smiled, running his hand over your hair. 

“I don’t want you to change Dew…” you told him. Worried that he might have misinterpreted what you were trying to say. 

“I am not talking about changing who I am, baby. I am talking about not adding more to your plate when you are at max.” he explained, assuring you that your lovable Hellraiser would still be the same ghoul you fell in love with.  

“Good, cause I wouldn’t have you any other way.” you smiled, bringing your lips to his. Feeling the heat rising between you. Your heart, already beating away as the blood went surging through your veins. 

“Promise me something, will you?” he asked. 

“Of course… anything.” you smiled, finding Dewdrop’s look of sincerity–incredibly cute. 

“Never let this happen again, ok? Don’t wait until you are on the edge before you say something to me. Promise me that you will start to take breaks when you need them. You aren’t invincible babe. You need time to ground yourself too.” Dew explained. You nodded in agreement, surprised that such sage words came from such an unlikely source. Clearly his time spent in Copia’s company was rubbing off on him. 

“I promise.” 

“Good. You know, even us ghouls know what it’s like to need a break. I can empathize with you more than you think. The long hours on the road, lack of sleep, the constant needing to bring your A-game. I promise you, the constant burnout will make things harder and you’ll get even less done in the end.” 

“Really?” you said, though you shouldn’t have been surprised. Dew was part of Ghost and had been for some time. Of course, he knew what it was like to live in chaos and like he was running on fumes. 

“Really… so make me a deal. I promise if you start giving yourself the time you need to recoup, then I will stop being such an ass.” Dew winked, “Deal?”

“Deal.” 

“...and you know there is one thing I can do to help you relax—if you’ll let me.” he smirked. Instantly your skin was flooded with goosebumps. Your body, knowing even before he’d made a move EXACTLY what that one thing was. Dew dropped off the edge, turning to lift you up out of your chair onto the desk as he buried his face in your neck. 

Teeth scraping along a delicate spot as he breathed his hot, steaming words of affection against your skin. His claws, gently traveling down your chest to your stomach as he unbuttoned your shirt. Feeling his desire for you growing hard against the inside of your thigh. Already your body, getting wet at the mere suggestion of him.

“I’m gonna show you just how well I can get you to relax baby.” Dew purred as his fingers slid over your zipper—undoing your pants. You hummed in approval, wiggling out of them as fast as you could without losing your position on the desk.  

“Show me… I need you.” you moaned. Chewing on your bottom lip and watching as his deep, piercing eyes fall to the center of your lap. His fingers, finding their way diligently to the wet spot of your underwear. Dew wasted no time teasing it with his digit. Rubbing you there until it was soaked all the way through. 

“That's right baby… that's what I wanna see. I love how fucking wet you get for me.” he growled. Moving now to sink his fingers fully inside you. His fangs, following suit as he bit into your neck. 

“Ah!” you cried out. Reveling in both the pleasure and pain combined between you. Rolling your head from side to side as the sensations overwhelmed you in the best way. Dew began to lick and suck at the bite. Leaving purple marks of ownership behind them. It would be clear to anyone who saw you, that you belonged to him. That he belonged to you. 

As you leaned back on your elbows, Dew lifted up from your neck  to watch as he pushed his fingers carefully past your folds. Licking his lips as he pumped them in and out of your dripping wet pussy. Hungry to taste you more than anything he had ever tasted before. Not satisfied enough just to have watched you squirm.

“You’re so good for me.” he purred again. His thumb, circling over your swollen clit before he began once again dipping his fingers in and out of you. Your hands, wandering over his sleek back and tangling in his long hair, just before you reached his horns. “Fuck.” he groaned, he loved that. Knowing that they allowed you more control—and he was determined to let you use them. Happily guiding his mouth down along your folds.    

“Ah…mmm…” you mewled as Dew dropped down between your legs. His tongue slithering through your wet lips and licking up inside you. Alternating between sucking on your clit and lapping at your folds as he gently worked your insides with his hands. Humming against you as he did it–the vibrations driving you absolutely mad. 

“Mmmm… So... fucking... good.” he moaned, palming his cock with his free hand. You wanted him. Needed him. Knowing that riding that cock and having him knot you was the only thing that could release you from the built-up tension. Your fingers gripped tightly onto his horns.  

“I’m cumming… oh fuck I'm cumming!” you cried as he pressed hard into your g-stop. The sensation of his touch on the soft, velvety tissue—sending your hips up in the air. Dew, smiling against your clit as he felt you cum. Letting you ride out your orgasm on his hand while he delightfully lapped up your fluids. The juices covering his face when he pulled up to kiss you. 

You were breathless and weak as you laid there on the desk. Unsure if you’d ever be able to move again—though you certainly wouldn’t have had it any other way. Your body, still falling from the heights of passion you’d reached when Dew lifted your legs up and over his shoulders. Hastily pulling his throbbing, leaky cock out from the confines of his pants. 

“I think you’re still a bit tense.” he teased, you too blissfully pleasured to even respond. Well at least not with anything coherent. Dew began running the head of his cock up through your slick. Rubbing at your entrance to finish wetting himself before he was ready to slide inside. 

He didn’t need to bother; you were already so needy and ready for him. Your hips rising up against his shaft. Trying hard to guide his cock inside. Begging for him to fill you, to provide you with the friction you so desperately desired between you. Thankfully you hadn’t had to wait long when Dew plowed his way in. 

“Oh, fuck me!” you yelped as he pushed himself in to the hilt. His meaty cock, meeting with the farthest point of you. Dew was only too happy to oblige. Withdrawing backward, just so he could more forcefully pound back into you. You gripped tight to the back of your legs. Dew’s hands placed on either side of you on the desk to help steady himself as he thrusted away. Fucking harder and harder into your tight, little core with every thrust.  

At one point it crossed your mind that you and Dew were most likely fucking on top of the expense reports from that morning. At that moment, however, neither of you cared. Your body, too engrossed in how good it felt to have him inside you. Bucking away as he pressed tight across your walls, filling you so well you could hardly stand it.  

“Dew… I wanna cum… cum with me.” you mewled. Your wanton cries of desperation, making Dew grit his teeth, hoping to hold back his own climax. There was nothing so hot as you begging for him to let you cum. 

“You want me to cum baby? Well, you gotta cum for me first.” he demanded, his tail snaking up your leg and teasing at your asshole. The fluids from your drenched pussy, spilling down over it as it worked its way inside. 

“Ah!” you cried out as his tail entered you. Slowly fucking your ass as Dew continued to fill your pussy to the brim with his cock. You couldn’t barely stand it. Stretched fully inside by him. The sensation made you want to explode. Unable to hold back as your orgasm came ripping through you so fast that you soaked the desk below.

Dew wasn’t satisfied yet. Lifting up and gripping the back of your legs as he pounded harder. His thumb brought back to your clit, continuing to fuck you in both your holes. His tail swirling around inside your ass and pressing up against his cock, from the other side of the thin walls, while he thrusted into you. 

Neither of you could sustain it much longer. The wet sounds of his lap, meeting over and over again with yours, was absolutely salacious. The well earned sweat, dripping down his back as he continued on. His speed, beginning to slow as he grew closer to his own climax. 

It was unmistakable when you felt it. His cock, beginning to swell all around inside. Pressing against all the right nerves as he spread you out, knotting you. His tail, continuing to move in and out. The two of you panting and whimpering as the pressure inside continued to build.  

Finally Dew couldn’t last any longer. Cumming hard into you. Ropes of hot, sticky cum—painting the back of your walls as his tail slipped from your ass. You, beginning to completely unfurl before him when you clamped down on him once again. Tugging tightly to his knot as you felt the force of yourself squirting around him.   

And just like that it was over, Dew collapsing on top of you. More spent than he had ever been before in his life. It seemed that this relaxation session was just as much for him as it was you. You held him against your chest, your breathing beginning to settle. A sense of calm, that was promised to you by your ghoulish lover, taking hold. 

“You see,” Dew began while still panting away, “there is nothing like a good fuck to help you relax.”

“Agreed.” You told him, both of you laughing in one another’s arms. There was nothing more you would ever need, than to be held by those arms. No matter how crazy things got, Dew would always find a way to level with you. Even in times that didn’t involve an overwhelming amount of sweat and cum. 

“Thank you.” you told him. You were finally relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever. Even more so now, knowing that you could come to Dew with your problems. Knowing that you could be honest with him and that it was ok to give yourself grace when you needed it. No matter what he would always be there for you.

“Anytime.” Dew smiled, helping you up from the desk so the two of you could clean yourselves off. Suddenly, as you rose off the desk, a look of concern spread across his face. Accompanied by an even more worrisome nervous grin.

“What?” you asked, not sure you wanted to know the answer as you picked off the stray papers sticking to your back.  

 “Now… don’t get mad, but I think we might have gotten some jizz on Copia’s permit agreement. 

“Dew!” you laughed, giving him a tap to the chest, “Never change.”

[captaingrebelguf]

Lupercalia

Felt like making a little Lupercalia fluff drabble based on some of PM Ren's recent stories (with the little time I have for anything). Dedicated to: @copiousloverofcopia <3 Thanks for enabling me and letting me fangirl until I want to put myself out of my misery.

Sister Alessandra borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read. It's a delight.

Any who. Slight NSFW underway.

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“What color did you want, signorino?” Terzo questioned his son without looking up from applying the dark wine polish to Mena’s nails.

“Yellow!” Dante cheered, bouncing on the couch beside his sister. Terzo nodded in agreement, hunched over on the ottoman in the parlor. He was performing last minute manicures before the family made their way to the first night of Lupercalia feasting. 

Mena gave her brother a stern side-glance as she felt herself being shaken by her younger brother’s recoil, her father struggling to keep the paint on her petite nails. Without moving his head, Terzo lifted his eyes to look at his son. Dante’s hazel and white eyes met his father’s gaze as he plopped back down on the couch.

“Grazie,” Mena and Terzo replied in unison. Terzo smirked at his daughter before returning back to the last two nails. Dante let out a long sigh as he dramatically submerged himself back into the couch. At two-years-old, Dante’s overacting could almost match his father’s at this point.

Alé poked her head out of their bedroom,”Terz, you’re watching the time?”

“Sì, cara mia,” Terzo affirmed, looking over Mena’s finished nails, “We’re just doing our finishing touches out here.”

“Great, thank you. Can you give me a zip when you have a second, please?” Alessandra asked as she dipped back into the bedroom to finish getting ready. 

After Terzo finished Dante’s nails, he instructed his two offspring to sit with their hands flat out on the table to dry. He turned the TV on to distract them and to hopefully keep more nail polish off their furniture. Terzo gave his children one more glance over his shoulder before heading into the main bedroom. 

Alessandra gave her husband a small smile in the mirror. She had her back to him, sitting at their shared vanity, zipper still waiting at the ready. Now in her final trimester of pregnancy, she had taken some encouragement from Terzo to not wear her comfort clothes: an oversized hoodie and stretchy pants. Instead they compromised on a dark amethyst Grecian gown; perfectly hugging all her curves. She had pinned her hair to one side, allowing some free tresses to trail over her exposed shoulders. Terzo gave her a mischievous grin as he closed the bedroom door behind him.

“Oh no, absolutely not!” Alé whipped around in the seat with a stern finger out and pointing at him. 

Terzo ignored her as he dropped to his knees and continued the crawl towards his partner. Once he reached her feet, he raked his fingers over her thighs, eliciting a quiet moan from Alé. She let an exasperated sigh out as he wrapped his lips around her pointed finger, gently sucking it. Alé smirked at him as she pulled her finger from his mouth with a pop.

“Amore, we’re doing so well on time. And look: I’m dressed, my face is painted, the children are ready to go…” Terzo moved his hands down to grab at her ample thighs, giving her a suggestive grin, “Shouldn’t we reward good behavior?”

“Yes, we should reward you for not making us late like you do every time,” Alessandra rolled her eyes as he continued to try to massage her ass, “But it’ll have to be afterwards.”

“Cara mia,” Terzo whined, grabbing her wrist and bringing the inside of it to his lips. His eyes full of lust as he gently nipped at her pulse point. “Sai che lo vuoi tanto quanto me…”

“You’re going to ruin your lips. And you’ve got fuzzy shit all over your pants now,” Alessandra sniped, proud of herself for keeping her resolve, despite the heat growing between her legs.

Terzo accepted defeat as he sat back on his heels and dramatically dropped her wrist, “Fine.”

Alé tucked a stray hair behind Terzo’s ear as she leaned forward to kiss his temple, “Now help me into this dress.”

Terzo stood before his wife, adjusting his semi-erect cock, briefly dusting at the debris on his slacks, and held out his hand to help her up. Alessandra graciously took her husband’s hand as she ascended in front of him. He gave her a playful grin as he lifted her hand above her head to twirl her away from him towards the mirror.

“Look at how beautiful you are, cara,” Terzo gushed as he left a trail of kisses along her exposed back and shoulders, making sure to casually graze his erection against her ass. He moved the zipper to close the back of her dress before letting his hands fall to her belly. His lips caressed along her neck, leading to her jawline, “La mia dea empia.”

“Mhmm,” Alé patronized, leaning her head back to rest against her husband’s. The door handle jiggled and they both quickly turned around to face the door.

“I locked it this time,” Terzo muttered.

“Wow, really going for those brownie points today,” Alessandra retorted. Terzo gave her a nonchalant shrug. 

“Papa! Dante smeared his nails and then he tried to fix them!” Filomena yelled from the other side of the door. 

Terzo scrunched his nose up as his eyes drifted to the ceiling. Alé stared dumbfoundedly at her husband as she tore open the bedroom door to go assess the damage their youngest had made.

“Is it bad?” Terzo asked his daughter, gaze still averted to the ceiling. Alessandra in the background trying to keep her calm in the other room; lamenting about the couch, the blankets, the coffee table, the rug, and Dante’s nice clothes.

“It’s bad,” Mena nodded.

“Ah. So much for being on time.”

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After a brief spot cleaning of the parlor, followed by scrubbing Dante clean and changed, then preceded by a volcanic tantrum when Terzo informed his son they didn’t have time to redo his nails, the family was headed down to join the festivities. Terzo held the morose Dante in his arms with Alessandra and Mena trailing behind them.

“Guarda, Dante, that’s where you were born!” Terzo teased his son in his arms, little Dante’s eyes still red and puffy. He motioned to the area in the hallway where Alessandra had given birth to their son.

“Terzo!” Alé reprimanded her husband, giving him a hasty slap to his rear, “You really don’t need to point that out every damn time we walk down the hall.”

They entered the banquet hall hastily, taking in all the sights and sounds. Terzo locked eyes with his two brothers across the hall as he gave an apologetic grimace. Primo smiled at his younger brother, while Secondo shook his head and turned away to continue his conversation with the sister to his left.

“About time you showed up!” Elizabet teased her best friend, double-fisting two full wine glasses, as she approached the family. She awkwardly curtsied at the former Papa, clearly haven taken full advantage of the open bar situation. Despite Terzo and Alé having been together for over five years, Liz still couldn’t help the innocent crush she held for Papa Emeritus III. Terzo awkwardly gave her a half bow back, holding back a smirk.

“Don’t start, Liz,” Alessandra warned, raising a hand to stop her friend from continuing. Alé’s once pristine dress now had a few smudged blotches of yellow nail polish from wrangling Dante as well as a few slowly drying wet spots from the impromptu scrub session.

“You look like you could use a drink,” Liz replied, holding out one of her full wine glasses to Alé. Alé blankly stared at her friend, trying to let what she had said sink in, Liz still smiling brightly and insisting her to take the glass.

Alé poked at her round stomach, “Maybe no?”

“Oh shit, right!” Liz quickly pulled the wine glass back to her own chest, “I forgot! I’m sorry! Do you want water!?”

“I’m fine for now,” Alessandra shook her head and smirked; her dearest confidant had a heart of gold, but was a little dim at times.

Sister Zoe, one of Liz's assistants hurried over to the group, she grabbed at Liz's arm and gently tugged at her, "Sorry to interrupt, Papa Copia's ghouls just knocked down one of the banquet tables. I could use reinforcements. Aether has started throwing food."

Alé shooed her friend away to go attend to the brewing chaos. She turned back to her family and patted Mena's raven hair, "Satan help her." 

Terzo clicked his tongue in acknowledgement, "Poor girl needs all the help she can get."

Near the bar, some of the other ghouls were circled up watching Mist and Dew race to chug Smirnoff Ices-- no one ever claimed they were a classy bunch. The ghouls clapped and cheered watching the two smaller ghouls race to down the bottles. Omega locked eyes with Terzo, as he leaned back and nudged Alpha in the ribs beside him. Some of the group separated from the bar and dashed to meet their Papa and his family. 

Omega took Mena’s hand and gave her a twirl to show off her dress, “You’re gonna give your Papa a run for his money, little one.”

Terzo furrowed his brow as he handed Dante off to Alpha; Dante immediately trying to reach for the ghoul’s horns. Earth picked at a yellow remnant of dried paint in the boy's hair.

“She’s almost prettier than you, boss,” Alpha grinned underneath his mask as he played keep away from the young boy in his arms.

“Watch it, ghoul,” Terzo muttered, trying to hide his smile. He couldn’t conceal the pride he had for his children.

“Mama, can I go watch Auntie Liz fight  Aeth?" Mena asked, excitedly pulling at her mother's hand. They looked over to the banquet table where Aether stood, two handfuls of cake held proudly above his head as he threatened to decorate Rain, who had stepped in to help clean up. Liz was attempting to grab at his arms as she tried to call Copia over to calm his ghouls. 

Alé chewed at the inside of her cheek,"Alpha, will you go with her? Please don't let her ruin her outfit. Please don’t let them throw anything either…" 

"Roger that, cap," Alpha saluted Alé, "Let's go, kids. Rain needs our help." 

Omega stayed back with the pair as they watched the other ghouls scamper off with the two young Emeritus children. The three sat in a comfortable silence as the music and laughter of the party buzzed around them. Terzo ghosted his fingertips against the ghoul’s thigh, as he stood with his other arm wrapped around his wife’s hips. 

Alé suddenly placed her hand to her stomach. Terzo immediately picked up on it and gave her a skeptical glance, “Please don’t tell me that was a contraction.”

“Your daughter has hiccups,” Alé scoffed. Terzo smirked at her as he placed his palm to the apex of her belly to feel the movement.

“So it could be any day now?” Omega inquired, .

“Hopefully just a few more weeks before we meet our bambino,” Terzo smiled proudly.

“Bambina,” Alé insisted.

“Alessandra, I’m telling you--”

“Boss, it’s a girl,” Omega blurted out. 

Alé’s eyebrows raised as she stared at the ghoul, she quickly turned back to Terzo.

“No,” Terzo gaped as he stared incredulously at the two of them.

“I did tell you she was a girl,” Alessandra grinned at him, nudging him in the ribs, “I gave you enough chances to catch on.”

“You knew!?,” Terzo gawked at his wife as she gave him a coy smile, “How long have you known!?”

“Months now…” Alessandra replied sheepishly, running her nails along Terzo’s forearm, “I couldn't help but ask them..”

Omega avoided Terzo’s gaze, as he now stared daggers at the ghoul. Omega clicked his tongue as he started to motion back towards the bar, “I’m gonna go now. Papa. Prime Mover. Happy Lupercalia.”

Terzo sighed once the ghoul had slunk off. He turned back to his wife and gave her a small pout, “I thought we were going to be surprised this time.”

“Terz,” Alé laughed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her ample breast into him, “We can be surprised next time. I just couldn’t help but ask him.”

“Fine,” Terzo droned off, finding himself unable to maintain eye contact with his partner, being distracted by the sight of her cleavage taunting him.

“I will make it up to you, Papa,” Alessandra purred into his ear.

“Ah?” Terzo hummed, pulling her closer into him. Alessandra felt her cheeks begin to flush as his cock twitched against her. He caressed his hands down her back to grab onto her ass, not caring who might see, “Are you busy, Sorella?”

Alé chewed at her lower lip before giving him a cheshire cat smile, “I could be convinced…”

Terzo gave her rear a pat before collecting her hand and eagerly pulling her back out of the great hall. He gave her a mischievous smile as he led her into one of the storage closets near the party.

“You’re kidding me,” Alé groaned as she was pulled into the ill-lit room. Her husband immediately began grabbing at her breasts, slowly pushing her back against the wall.

“This is just an appetizer, amore,” Terzo begged her, “I have to go show you off a little bit at the festivities and then you’ll get your main course followed by so many desserts later tonight…”

“And how are you not going to ruin your makeup?” she snarked back.

Terzo began pulling his gloves off, grinding his cock against her (the best he could with the swell of their child in the way), dramatically waggling his fingers in her face “I have fingers, sì?”

He gave her a quick peck on the lips as he began gathering up her gown. Alessandra let out a breathy moan as he slipped his fingers past her underwear to meet with her slick folds.

“Just make it quick,” Alé panted, grabbing onto his shoulders for stability as he pushed his fingers into her cunt.

“Faccio quello che mi pare.”

Translations:

Signorino -- young man

Sai che lo vuoi tanto quanto me. -- You know you want this as much as I do.

La mia dea empia -- My unholy goddess

Guarda! -- Look!

Faccio quello che mi pare -- I do what I want.

[zylev-blog]

Danny: Hell didn’t want me when I died, and heaven cast me out. So now I’m stuck in between on this little place called Earth. Sometimes I like to think it’s my own personal hell, but who am I to judge?

Tim, who was on day 5 of being awake: have you tried to fight god?

Danny: oh, I did, and I won. But the bastard is manipulative and decided that I wasn’t allowed in heaven because of pure spite.

Tim: interesting. Do you still want to fight gods?

Danny: depends. Me and Hades are under a truce, and Zeus kicked me out of Olympus. Sometimes I thought about fighting with Wonder Woman to get a rise from Zeus, but Hippolyta told me I wouldn’t be invited for dinner if I messed with her daughter, sooo….

Tim, pulling out his phone: cool, cool, so his name is darkseid, and he’s an asshole

Danny: say no more

[ohbo-ohno]

Kinktober Day 31 - Free Use

Poly 141 x Reader - 4.3k (on ao3)

summary: Glimpses into your life as a housewife and free use toy for the 141 post-retirement. (Reader POV, second person)

cw: soft sex, half-drunk sex, light somnophilia, anal sex

note: last kinktober of the month! sorry i got off by a day at the end here, but i hope you guys have enjoyed everything so far :) btw this is less "free use" and more "sex with the 141 while living in domestic bliss"

Your days are filled with sex. Sex with all of your boys, in every position you can think of, in every room of the house they’d bought for the five of you after retiring. 

You all split the chores evenly these days. No one does more than they’re more comfortable with, and you’ve all found your stride, something to give you purpose, after the rigidity of the military.

Gaz has taken to bee-keeping. As odd as it sounds, he’s got the patience for it, and he’s quite protective of his bees, even has nearly an entire library of books he’s taught himself with. Price helps him out by selling the honey he harvests, keeping track of his profits and managing the household’s finances. 

Ghost hunts, spends his days out finding game to bring home, tracking herds and predators around your property. Johnny does a little of everything - fixes things when they break, chops firewood every morning, helps Simon skin his prey, tries to help Gaz and his bees. 

And you take care of the house. You make the meals, clean up after everyone, and find yourself perfectly happy to keep your men fed and warm. 

Your other chore is to bend over whenever they want. Well, bend into any position whenever they want, Ghost and Soap tend to enjoy getting a bit more creative. It’s not really much of a chore, considering how eager you are to do it.

It’s a great deal for you. Johnny and Kyle are always eager to get you off, and neither Simon nor Price is stingy with the orgasms these days either. You live your life floating between domestic labor and orgasms - not a bad existence, by your metric. You get to live without a care in the world, four men to take care of and four men to take care of you. It’s like a dream come true.

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You hum to yourself as you dance around the kitchen, wearing nothing but a frilly apron as you wait for your pancakes to cook. The small radio on the dining room table plays music from a local radio station, something cheery to start your day. It’s hard not to smile, with sunshine pouring in from the windows and a batch of fresh eggs to scramble on the stove. 

Your small moment of bliss is interrupted by a pair of hands on your hips and a large body bracketing yours.

There isn’t even a moment of fear, you instinctually lean back into the man behind you. A moment later, a rough beard brushes over your cheek.

“Pancakes this mornin’?” Price asks, big paws resting on the softness of your hips.

“Hmm,” you hum, tilting your head to claim his lips. He sways the two of you back and forth slowly, to the beat of the song, and lets you take your time with him. “Blueberries in yours,” you tell him when you come up for a breath of air.

One hand shifts to your ass, the other to your stomach, and you feel him smile. “Thank you, love. Got time for a quick round before they burn?”

You mimic his smile, let him bend you over slowly. “You’re just in time, Captain, I haven’t cracked the eggs yet.”

“Perfect,” he purrs, pressing himself to your backside. He tucks his plaid pajama pants down a little, rubbing his warm morning wood against you. You fold your arms beneath your head, let your eyes drift closed as his fingers make quick work of getting you ready.

Moments later, the heavy length of his cock fills you slowly. You moan, shifting your legs a little bit wider as he massages your waist.

“There you go,” he sighs, bottoming out and grinding himself slowly inside of you. “Tight as always, perfect girl.”

You giggle a little drowsily, wiggling your hips against his. “Always for you, John.”

He sighs contentedly, pulling out slowly. “Don’t I know it.”

He fucks you slowly, a steady pace that drags against all your most sensitive parts on every thrust. John’s thick, and the stretch isn’t quite comfortable with no prep. But you’re still a little loose from your time with Soap and Gaz last night, so it’s far from painful to take him.

He hunches over you as he gets closer and closer to the edge, elbows resting on either side of you and breath ghosting across your nape.

“Aw,” you hear Soap say,voice rough from sleep as he steps into the kitchen. “I wanted first go today.”

“Early bird gets the worm, Johnny,” Gaz teases, settling into a chair in the little breakfast nook Simon had built soon after moving in. “You’re the one who stayed up so late with her last night.”

“Wasn’t just me, jackass, you’re the one who-”

“Boys,” Price grunts, hips slamming against yours, leaving you squirming beneath him. “Will you shut the fuck up while I’m balls deep in our girl?”

You can’t help but snort beneath him, pushing yourself up enough to arch your back further, stick your ass further out for him. “Ye-yeah, boys.”

“Hush,” Price scolds, one hand shifting to your neck where he forces you flat to the counter again. “‘M almost there…”

He groans lowly as he buries himself deep inside of you, pumping slowly as you tighten up, trying to milk him. “Fuck, feels good…”

You smile against your arms as the pleasure that had been building inside of you starts to dull to a simmer, something warm in the root of you.

Price pulls out only moments later, two thick fingers tucking into you to keep any of his come from dripping out. “Keep me safe inside you, pretty thing, c’mon. Clench down.”

You take a deep breath and try your best to listen, straightening up and doing your best to keep yourself from dripping down your thighs. 

He turns you around, leaning you back against the counter and cupping your cheeks in his hands, tugging your face up to give you a soft kiss. “Thank you,” he whispers into your mouth, just quiet enough for you to hear.

“Of course.” You reach up to grab his wrists, holding him close. “Never gonna say no to you, John.”

The two of you linger in the moment, sunlight warming your skin as you breathe into each other.

It’s Soap that interrupts you, an intentionally obnoxious clearing of his throat nearly making you jump. “Any chance at coffee sometime today, bonnie?”

You huff a laugh into Price’s mouth, pushing him away and shooting a half-playful look to Johnny. “Can’t give me a minute of peace, can you?”

He smirks, “Nope.”

John scoffs as he pulls away, moving you with him and giving you a quick tap to the ass to send you over to the counter with the coffee machine. “Someone’s gotta teach you some patience, MacTavish.”

“If Ghost still hasn’t gotten it into him, no one is,” Gaz laughs, shifting enough for Price to join him on the bench. 

“Who says I haven’t?” Ghost says, stepping from the hallway. He’s already got a cigarette lit between his lips, and you wave him away with a spatula.

“No!” You scold, trying to shoo him closer to the window. “No smoking in my house! You know I hate the smell.”

Ghost rolls his eyes good-naturedly but lets you herd him to the open window, resting a shoulder on the windowsill and blowing a mouthful of air. You hmph, satisfied, and move to flip the pancakes. “You’re not the one who has to get that smoke out of all the furniture, you know.”

Ghost sighs, but he’s dramatic enough about it for you to know that he’s intentionally exaggerating his annoyance. “Awful early for all that nagging, woman.”

You glare at him playfully, picking up an egg to crack. “Awful early for a cig, too.”

He huffs and you crack your egg, the kitchen shifting into a comfortable silence. You continue your humming as the song changes to something more upbeat, unable to keep a smile from your face.

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You’re half tipsy, giggling into Soap’s mouth as the two of you stumble into the house. You manage to trip over the lip of the entrance, and you yelp as you start to fall.

Johnny just barely manages to twist and catch the both of you in time, grunting loudly as he hits the ground. The breath is knocked from the both of you, and you lay there in the dark for a moment, still.

You’re giggling as soon as you can breathe again, unable to stay still with all the energy and wiggling against his chest. “Jo-Johnny!”

“What?” He pants, still not fully able to take a breath in. You can see the outline of a smile, though, and his hands come up to fully cup your ass. “You were the one taht tripped, lass!” 

That only makes you laugh harder, kicking your feet against his shins. “I-I know!”

Now he laughs, a full-bellied sound that has you bouncing on his chest. He manages to push himself up so that you’re in his lap, and presses his mouth to yours without warning.

You make a high sound of surprise but quickly kiss him back, licking into his mouth when he parts his lips. 

Your kiss is messy, both of you a little too drunk and a little too needy to bother for tact. Johnny’s softer than he usually is, all tongue and no teeth. You wrap your arms around his neck, shifting so your knees rest on either side of him and squeeze his hips.

“Need you,” he pants into your mouth, shifting you over him to start a slow grind. “Need to be inside you, bonnie.”

“Yeah, please,” you say, quickly dropping your hands to his belt and clumsily working at his belt. It takes several tries for you to get it undone, and both of you get more and more desperate. Your underwear get more and more damp as you work yourself over the rough denim of his jeans, your skirt rucked up around your hips as he palms at your ass.

“Come on,” he growls, landing a harsh slap against the meat of your thigh. You yelp at the sting, then giggle, and finally manage to get his belt loose, quickly tugging it off.

“There you go,” you mumble, throwing the belt to the side and hearing it slide against the hardwood. “C’mon, c’mon, need you now, Johnny.”

He nearly snarls into your mouth, jerking your panties to the side and stuffing two fingers into you with no warning. You jolt higher on your knees and moan, digging your nails into his shoulder.

“Sit still,” he growls, tugging you back down and scissoring his fingers quickly to spread you. He slips a third finger in easily, your cunt already slick and dripping for him. “Stop fuckin’- stop wigglin’ around.”

You can’t help but giggle again, pushing your smile against his lips and nipping at his chin. “Can’t hold me down, MacTavish?”

You feel him grin, growling playfully, and before you can keep prodding him he’s got you flipped onto the floor beneath him. You squeal when he somehow manages to keep his fingers inside of you, pushing deep as he pins you down. He tucks your knees higher, both of your legs resting on his shoulders.

“I’ll show you held down, lass,” he growls, smile just barely visible above you. “Want it rough, then?”

You bite back another laugh, pushing up just enough to bite his bottom lip and tug it down with you. “As rough as you’ve got, MacTavish.”

It works as the perfect taunt you’d meant it as, and he’s buried in your tight heat before you can try and push him any further. Your head falls back against the hardwood floor as his falls to your throat, both of you moaning loudly as his hips meet your thighs.

“Fuck,” he groans, teeth pressed against your throat. When you arch your neck even further, he bites into your flesh, sucking a hicky and making you ever wetter between the thighs. “Fuck.”

“She tight, Johnny?”

You both yelp at the sudden voice, Johnny jolting away from your neck and shifting inside of you, causing you both to melt again.

There, in the corner of the room, is Ghost. He’s smoking a cigarette by the window, illuminated only by the glow of his cigarette butt and the moon. You can’t quite see his expression, but you can just imagine the cocky smirk.

Johnny groans above you, sinking back down to press kisses along your throat and forcing your knees almost to the side of your head. “Scared the shit outta’ me, Ghost,” he sighs, pulling out just enough to give you a few tiny thrusts. You moan, letting yourself relax into the floor.

“Not surprised,” Ghost says, and you watch as he stubs out the cigarette and take a few steps to where the two of you are tangled in each other. “How much did you two have to drink?”

You laugh at the question, but it melts into a moan as Johnny starts to find a rhythm that works for both of you. Your knees nearly knock against your own face as he makes his way across your neck, leaving bruising kisses. 

“Not-” you choke a bit on a particularly rough thrust, just barely managing to keep your eyes open and watch as Simon settles into an armchair. “Not that much.”

“Yeah,” Johnny pants, lifting himself up enough to look down at you. “How-how much’ve you had, L.t.?”

Ghost snorts, taking a swig from a beer bottle you hadn’t noticed before. “Less’n you two, I can tell that much.”

You and Johnny both snicker, half out of breath already, but none of you try and keep speaking as Johnny starts to really fuck into you, finding a perfect rhythm that’s just a little messier than usual, a little jerkier. 

The two of you make no attempt to be quiet, moaning and whining loudly as you work to find that peak. Even with folded in half as you are, you try to push into him as much as you can to help him hit the perfect spot inside of you. 

You nearly scream when he does, clenching down so tightly onto him that he’s forced to a still inside of you, his length throbbing in time with your heartbeat. 

The world blurs around you as Johnny takes your lips again, pressing your tongues together in a slick slide as he batters inside of you.

“Clo-close,” you gasp, clawing down his shoulders. Your nails dig in enough through his shirt to have him moaning, arching further into your touch.

“Me too, bonnie.”

He shifts enough to lean his weight further onto your thighs, newly freed hand smoothing down your chest and stomach to work against your clit. You melt beneath him, muscles going loose as you turn into nothing but a limp doll for him to fuck.

Your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm starts to overcome you, Johnny’s work against your clit and the hot length inside of you finally shoving you over the edge.

“Fuck- fuck!” Johnny nearly shouts above you, your orgasm triggering his own. You cling tight to him, dragging his body as close to you as possible while your muscles clench down around him. The two of you are nearly drooling in each other’s mouths, eager for as much physical touch as possible.

It feels like an impossible amount of time later when you hear Ghost crouch down next to you, see his shadow cast over both you and Johnny. “You two done, then?”

You feel Johnny huff where he’s leaned against your cheek, feel his smile grow against yours. 

“Yeah, Si,” you say, squirming a bit beneath Johnny to try and get out from under him. “I think we’re done.”

Johnny gans a little but he obliges and shifts back enough for his softened cock to pull out of you. You both whine in sync at the separation, and he finally lets your legs fall to the ground, heels thudding against the floor.

Johnny rolls off of you, flopping to the floor next to you. “Carry us to bed, L.t.”

You giggle and blink up at Simon, softened from your orgasm and the lingering buzz from your night out. “Yeah, L.t.,” you lift your arms high, making grabby hands like a toddler. “Carry us to bed.”

Ghost snorts above you, but he still leans down and scoops you up beneath the knees and the back. You squeal when he hefts you over his shoulder into a fireman's carry. He ducks low again and you grasp onto the bottom of his sweatshirt, then giggle when Johnny flops bonelessly over Ghost’s other shoulder.

He carries the two of you effortlessly down the hall, and Johnny’s soft laugh joins yours - well, at least before you hear a muffled slap and he quiets himself/ Of course that only makes you laugh, earning you a spank of your own.

You’re dropped rather carelessly onto the massive mattress all five of you share these days, hand flopping against what you’re sure is Price’s chest as Ghost falls on top of Johnny where he’s dropped.

You hear a muffled oof! from next to you and curl into Price with a smile, tucking yourself close to his chest. He rumbles a low noise, instinctually tucking you close. You can hear Gaz getting annoyed with Ghost and Soap, feel him kicking at them to fight for his own spot on the mattress. You fall asleep with Ghost’s back to yours and Price’s chest to yours, surrounded by warmth.

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You groan into the sheets in frustration, fists clenched tight. “Simon, come on, please.”

He spanks you sharply, but the pain is hardly noticeable compared to the need you’re drowning in. 

“Quiet,” he grunts, three fingers spreading your ass. “Need to stretch you out properly, don’t want any tears.”

You whine, arching your back and pushing your ass further into the air. “I’m ready, I promise, just need you inside. I’ve been stretched for the last ten minutes!”

“And you’ll get stretched for ten more if you don’t quit complaining.”

It’s almost impossible to bite back a complaint at that, but you manage to dull it down to just a near-painful eye roll. You try your best to stay still for him, stay patient, even as you feel like your pussy is dripping like a faucet.

Ghost has fucked you with far less prep than this, you know he’s just trying to be an asshole - no pun intended. You also know that the more you rush him, the slower he’ll go. So you force yourself a little looser, let your body sink more comfortably into the position he’s got you in.

It doesn’t make the wait any easier.

You’re not sure how long it’s really been when he finally deems you stretched enough, but he finally pulls his fingers free. You whimper at the cold dribble of lube as he spreads a bit more across your stretched hole, the slick sounds echoing in the room telling you he’s likely spreading it across himself too.

“Alright, love,” he says, notching himself at your back hole with both hands on your hips. “Loosen up for me now.”

The stretch is sinful as he finally gives you his cock, enough for you to feel the sting but not at a painful point. Your eyes roll back in pleasure instead of frustration, and your knees shift just a little wider to welcome him more fully into your body.

“Fuck, you feel good<’ he grunts, grip tightening on your hip.

On a normal night with Ghost, you’d expect minimal prep and long rounds of edging. He likes to keep you from coming for as long as possible, then coax an orgasm that feels earthshattering from you when he finally shoves you off that ledge. Either that, or he fucks you quick and dirty - in the yard outside, in the shower, in the middle of the night, really any time he feels like getting off. With you around, there’s no need to masturbate. That leaves you getting bent over and used at any time he feels the slightest urge to get off, but you couldn’t mind less.

Now, though, Ghost paces himself far more slowly than usual. His thrusts are long, bottoming out and pulling back until the head of his cock just barely breaches your hole. If you couldn’t feel the way his hands bruise your hips, you’d almost call his pace leisurely. 

The two of you are near silent as he fucks you, content to fill the air with soft moans and the occasional whine instead of dirty talk. It feels nice, such slow sex with Simon. It’s a side of him he rarely lets you see, even now.

He knows you can’t come from anal alone, and is feeling generous enough to grab one of your hands and shift it down, telling you, “Rub your clit for me, love. Wanna feel you come.”

And, well, who are you to disobey?

You bring yourself to a slow, rolling orgasm with rhythmic circles against your clit, hips working against his even with his grip. You moan more loudly now, moith open and spit spreading across the pillow.

“Si-Simon,” you gasp. “Feels so good, so deep.”

“Yeah? Deep in your ass, huh, love?”

“Mhmm, mhmm. Can hardly br-breathe around you, Si.”

“I know, so big in your little hole. You’re taking me well, though, being such a good girl for me. Gonna - fuck, love - gonna make me come, give you a nice load then plug you up.”

“Yes, yes…”

“You want that? Want to be stuffed with my come? Keep me inside of you ‘til I say you can take the plug out?”

“Yes, I’ll keep it in for you, Si, be so good for you.”

“Oh, I know it, love. Always a good girl for me, most perfect girl… fuck, feel so good around me…”

He groans when he finally gets himself off, pulling you back onto his harsher thrusts and letting your channel squeeze the come from him. You rub your clit a few more times, ignoring the aftershocks in favor of forcing your muscles to milk him a bit.

When he finally pulls out, he tucks a good-sized plug into your loosened hole before any of his come can slip out. You shift from your knees to your stomach with a soft hum, tugging a pillow into your arms as your eyes drift shut.

“You stayin’ in here for a bit?” Ghost asks, brushing some of your hair away from your face and dipping down to press a dry kiss to your cheek.

“Hmm. Gonna take a nap before dinner.”

“Alright. Need any help tonight?”

“No,” you hum, curling deeper into the bedding. “You can set the table, if you really want.”

You hear him laugh as he pulls away, weight shifting off of the mattress. “I’ll leave that to Johnny, I think.”

A few moments later the door click softly shut behind him, and you float into a peaceful slumber while trying to half-plan dinner. 

———————————————————————

You’re half-asleep when you feel someone shift in bed next to you, their body covering yours. There’s a distinct hardness against the small of your back, and you press back against him.

“Stay still,” you hear Gaz whisper in your ear as he urges you further onto your stomach. You hum a little in response as he settles over you, kneeing your thighs apart enough for him to rest between them. “Don’t wanna wake anyone else up, right sweetheart?”

You hum again in what’s probably supposed to be agreement, but is really just a half-asleep sound. You trust all your boys, though, so you’re perfectly content to let Kyle do whatever he wants.

You sleep naked these days, so it’s easy for him to spread your cheeks a bit, to rub at your folds. You’re still a little damp from the shower sex with Price you’d had right before bed, and Kyle doesn’t seem to think you need much more than that.

You’re almost asleep again when you feel the tip of his cock at your hole, and then the familiar weight of him entering you. It’s hard not to groan, especially when you’re so dazed, but you think you do a good job.

Well, until Kyle shushes you loudly, stuffing a few of his fingers into your mouth. 

You make a small offended noise, but it shifts into a sound of pleasure when he sinks fully inside of you.

“Hush. Don’t wanna share you right now, just needed to feel you for a bit.”

You feel his hips shift against yours before he sort of falls to the side, taking you with him. You’re left spooning him, his cock buried deep inside of you and kept warm by your body.

He sighs, pleased, against your back and pulls his fingers from your mouth, letting his hand float down to rest on one of your breasts. He squeezes you for a few moments, but that only works you up more and has you squirming against him.

Kyle makes a small, whining noise and squeezes you more tightly to him. “Stay still, love. Just want to hold you, let you hold me. Go back to sleep, yeah?”

You sigh, debate trying to get him to finish what he started, but ultimately decide that it sounds like far too much work for your current state. 

So instead you let yourself relax into Gaz, body quickly adjusting to the weight and stretch of him. It’s easier than you might’ve thought to doze off like that, held close to Kyle’s chest.