#soft sub copia

[avocado-writing]

eat me drink me

Thank you for being so nice about my first fic, im back! Basically I love him and he needs a good meal. as always sorry for the bad italian

rating: e

words: 1.6k

tags: slight sub!Copia & dom!Reader, light feeding link, blowjob

Your arms ache from the kneading. 

It is a good ache though, a content one. One which means you know your hard work will soon pay off. Dough is a wanting mistress and you need to treat her just right or she misbehaves - a firm hand is all that’s needed. A couple more minutes and they’ll be ready for proofing. Most of the hard work is done.

You glance up at the clock. 4:30am. He’ll be down here soon, his very own witching hour. The difference between you being that you’re awake on purpose to start your day early, and he hasn’t yet nodded off.

He sleeps so poorly and it makes your heart hurt for him. How much you long to wrap him in a blanket and settle him down onto a soft mattress, but alas, he is too restless, especially after he’s just come back from a tour - he’s told you that he needs to readjust to the quiet of his bed again after living squeezed into a cot on a bus surrounded by chittering ghouls. 

Well, you cannot herd cats and you cannot make Papas go to bed if they don’t want to.

You hear the creak of the door as it opens and a smile spreads across your face. You recognise Copia by his shadow now, cast downwards along the kitchen stairs. He calls your name out as a question and you didn’t realise how much you missed hearing it from his lips.

“I’m here,” you hum back up, and he finally appears. He looks tired, greying hair slicked back messily to keep it out of his eyes, red tracksuit creased and well-worn. You love seeing him like this, it feels like a secret only the two of you share: the real Copia, the man beneath Papa. When he sees you his whole body sags in relief, a weight taken from his shoulders just by being in your company. 

“I missed you,” he says as he approaches, words falling from him like he was sat in a confessional. His eyes seem a little sad, as if he doesn’t believe his favourite flour-covered sibling is really in front of him. To ground his reality you reach across the kitchen counter and press a kiss to his mouth, soft and sweet. He luxuriates in the feeling of you, reaching out to touch with needy hands.

“Copia, I am covered in dough.��

“I don’t care, tesoro…”

“Oh? You dough-n’t care?”

The silly wordplay is enough to make him chuckle. You take the lapse in lust to direct him to the chair you always set out next to the counter, the one with the pillow on the seat and back to help him relax better. There is something important that you must take care of.

“What do you want to eat?” you ask. Copia glances at the great clock you have hanging on the kitchen wall as if time has ever had any effect on his cravings. He still hesitates before he makes his request. 

“Fettuccine Alfredo?”

His favourite comfort food. You grin. 

“Mmm, I had a feeling, so I made fresh pasta earlier.”

He moans, actually moans at that.

“You are too good to me. I don’t deserve you.”

“You deserve the world,” you chide, and he knows better than to argue with you at this point. 

Long ago, before you came here, your love for food was considered sinful. Gluttonous. You never could understand it, how could something so delicious be bad? Who wouldn’t want to taste the roll of rich butter on their lips? But they called you perverse and, in trying to fix you, led you to His embrace. Here your talents are applauded. Your devotion to your craft is praised; you can share your love of cuisine with willing siblings who appreciate you. It’s home. 

When you’d first joined you’d found Copia sneaking down for snacks when you rose to start cooking for the day. At first he’d looked guilty - literally caught with his hand in the cookie jar - but when he learned you didn’t mind anyone who loved your cooking enough to come back for secret seconds, the two of you became friends. Friends became lovers over time, over wine and dinner taken under the silver of the moonlight. When he became Cardinal, though, it didn’t slip your notice that he started to forget to eat. You rarely saw him at breakfast and even less at dinner. So, whenever he comes to you now, you make sure to feed him whatever he wants. You don’t want him wasting away. Besides, how else could you show that you loved him?

“How was the tour? I didn’t catch you when you came back yesterday,” you say, putting the loaves into their proving draw before grabbing a healthy portion of pasta to boil. Copia winces. 

“Eh, I know, I’m sorry. I was exhausted after getting back. The ghouls were impatient to return home to the monastery and then Sister wanted a report about how it had gone… this is the first time I’ve had five minutes to myself.”

“And you used them to see me?” you ask, smiling. Copia returns it. 

“Who else?”

You get him to fill you in about the tour, all the places he visited, as you watch the pasta boil before draining all but the dregs of starchy water. Copia’s story soon gets lost as he watches you cut a healthy knob of butter from the block you keep outside the fridge, grate Parmesan straight into the pan. Within moments you have a delicious dinner ready for him, shoving a fork into the mess of fettuccine to keep it anchored. You approach him with it brandished… but stop just short of his outstretched hands. Copia whines. 

“Copia, when did you last eat a full meal?”

“Eh…” he narrows his eyes, and as they flick left  and right you know that he is trying to count the days in his head. You give his shoulder a shove.

“Ugh! I’m sorry, tesoro. It gets difficult on the road. You’re… you take care of me like nobody else does. You don’t know how much I appreciate you, and I don’t know if I can ever show it.”

His honeyed words win you over. You pass him the pasta but he takes your hand with his, kissing along your palm to your wrist, aiming upwards…

“Copia, eat.”

“I do want to eat…” he growls, eyes hungry for more than just his dinner. You won’t be swayed this time, though, and as you drop to your knees you point to his plate. 

“Eat.”

“But…” he’s flustered as you go for his waistband, not expecting things to change this quickly. You know if he had his way he’d bend you over the flour-dusted counter and fuck you until you left an imprint of your chest in it. However, the news of his lack of proper meals has worried you, and you’re feeling stern.

“If you stop eating, I’ll stop sucking,” you say simply, pulling his hardening cock from his slacks. You reach out and touch your tongue against the slit, tasting the bead of precum that’s gathered, and he looks at you like you’re a satanic blessing. You don’t continue, though, instead you just stare at the steaming pile of pasta. 

Hint taken, he twirls his fork around and shovels a mouthful between his lips. 

Satisfied, you begin to take him into your mouth, enjoying the salt which blossoms on your tongue. He hardens to his full length under your attention and you hear him groan as you take him deeper - but you look up sharply when you no longer hear the sound of chewing. Copia stares at you with desperation as you shrug, staying perfectly still with his cock resting between your lips.

“Amore mio…”

His hand reaches towards your hair but you pull back and he realises you aren’t playing a game. He groans and goes back to eating, so you finally take him further, not satisfied until you feel him hit the back of your throat. Copia chokes around his mouthful - you don’t choke around yours - but he dutifully continues to eat, not so fast as to not savour the taste, but fast enough that you’re happy. You bob your head up and down his length slowly, taking him all the way to the base before pulling back to the tip, teasing it with your tongue. You stay like that, a mix of adoration and excruciation, until he finishes every last scrap on his plate. When it’s empty he sets it to the side and you smile, even with your mouth full.

You pop off of him just long enough to say “good boy,” before swallowing him back down again. You’re not sure whether it’s the praise or the overstimulation which has him twitching into your mouth and bucking his hips, but all you know is that he’s coming hot jets down your throat in seconds. You take every drop, watching in delight at the way his soft tummy pulses, hoping you can return some meat to his bones now he’s safe in your care again.

“You’ll ruin me. I’m an old man, I can’t take it, eh?” he mutters as you kiss your way upwards. You let him taste himself on your lips.

“Mmm, I think you’re selling yourself short. Now do you want seconds, papa?”

Copia groans a yes and you know you’ve got him wrapped right around your finger. You’d have it no other way. Besides, the bread needs to rise, and the rest of the monastery is asleep. You’ll have him for long enough.

[theunholybastard]

Kinktober: October 8th - Praise (Frater Imperator x Female!Reader)

Tags: Light Dom/Sub, Established Relationship, Self-Esteem Issues, Mentions Of Death, Praise, Body Worship, Oral Sex, Riding, Light Possessiveness, Unprotected Sex, Cumshot, Aftercare, Fluff And Smut, 2nd Person POV

Copia stares blankly into the mirror, fiddling with the cuffs of his newly tailored suit. It hasn't been long since his recent promotion, and since Sister Imperator... He still couldn't think about that for long without crying, so he decided it would be easier to bury his grief. He was able to avoid the anguish and anxiety that was slowly eating away at his very core for months, but now that he was seeing himself in the uniform, it's all he could think about.

He almost didn't recognize himself. Change wasn't easy, he already knew that very well. When he first ascended to Papa, he struggled way more than he let on, despite how he prepared for this moment pretty much his entire life. But now the role of Papa, everything he's worked towards for decades, is gone; now what? It's bad enough he had to give up his beloved title, that's fine, he'll get over it, but at the cost of his mother? He couldn't handle it.

A tear escapes his eye, quickly wiping it away with a leather-covered thumb, smudging his eye paints. He sighs frustratedly, smoothing the fabric of his jacket. No matter how much he adjusts himself, he can't seem to look quite right. Everything about this feels wrong. As he sniffles, wallowing in his self-pity, he hardly notices you entering the room, coming up behind him and putting a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"You look very handsome." You coo tenderly, running your hands up and down the fabric of his new suit, familiarizing yourself with the feeling. Copia smiled, snapping back to reality at the comforting feel of your soft hands, subconsciously leaning in closer to your addictive touch.

You were always there for him, there to encourage and support him through his transition from Cardinal to Papa. You always knew how to soothe the endless pit in his stomach. But despite the years you've been his rock, he worried that this time might be different. But surely you didn't just love him for his status and power. You wouldn't just stop loving him now that he wasn't Papa, you weren't like that... right?

"You flatter me, amore..." He teased, but the playfulness that was usually in his voice was noticeably faltered as a different type of self-consciousness slowly crept over him. "You... You really like it?" He asks hesitantly, his eyes searching yours for even a hint of dishonesty.

"You know I go crazy for you whenever you wear a new suit." You flirt, biting your lip as you look him up and down slowly, like an animal staring down a piece of fresh meat. Copia chuckled, remembering the way you looked at him when you first caught a glimpse of him in his Papal robes. It was a mix of desire, barely contained arousal, and worship, the memory pulling a sly smile from his lips. "Do you like it, Copia?" You asked, tone dripping with concern, causing his heart to sink. It was both a blessing and a curse, to not be able to hide his feelings from you.

"I..." Copia swallows against the lump forming in his throat. "I don't... I don't know, honestly. I should be fine. I've known this was coming for a long time, but still, I just... It doesn't feel right. I mean, come on, 'Frater Imperator?' That isn't who I am." He answered, his voice barely above a whisper. You nod along, appreciating his honesty. You reach your hands up to cradle his face, pulling him closer to you and rendering him unable to avoid eye-contact.

"You're right; That isn't who you are." You say, catching him a bit off-guard. Where were you going with this? "You aren't Frater Imperator. You aren't Papa. You aren't a Cardinal. You're Copia, just Copia. Whatever title you have at any given moment, it doesn't define who you are, it doesn't change you. You're still the same man. You're still the man that I love." Copia's breath hitched at your words, his eyes widening and welling up with unshed tears.

"Your mother would be so proud of you. I'm so proud of you. You're going to get through this, you're going to be fine, like you always are. And I'll be right here next to you, every step of the way." Your kind words trigger the tears to flow from Copias eyes, exhaling shakily as some of the tension in his shoulders loosen from the gravity of your words. You'd really love him no matter what form he took, wouldn't you?

Copia suddenly pulled you close, burying his face in your hair. He breathed in your sweet scent, relishing in the comfort you always provided him. You hugged him back, letting him hold you for however long he needed, running your fingers through his hair soothingly. "I love you, I love you..." Copia murmurs, his voice soft and shaky. "Ti amo, tesoro. Più di quanto tu possa mai sapere..."

You kiss his cheek, your arms wrapped around him like a protective shield. "I love you too, Co-Co. So much..." You mutter, trailing your kisses down to his neck; an innocent gesture at first, but each little kiss lingers for just a moment longer than the last. Copia shivered, the sensation of your lips against his sensitive skin igniting a familiar heat in his gut. Your grip on him tightens, your bodies pressed so tightly together that the two of you are practically melting in each others hot embrace.

"Will you let me show you how much I love you, Copia?" You whisper breathlessly in his ear, your voice dripping with lust. He groaned softly at your words, relishing in the feeling of your body pressed against him, stirring a primal desire within. The last time the two of you were intimate together was before his last show. Since then, it's been complicated, to say the least, caught up in the stress of his new promotion and his mothers passing. It's been a long time, too long. He didn't even realize how badly he needed this, how badly his body had been craving satisfaction, until now.

"Amore..." He gasped shakily, his voice strained with need. "Please…" Your lips were on his in an instant, clashing together feverishly as your fingers tangled in his hair. His hands clutched at the fabric of your clothes, his body responding instinctively to your touch. The room seemed to grow warmer, the air crackling with tension and desire. Copia was completely lost in the moment, his focus narrowing to you, and nothing but you.

You push Copia onto the bed, climbing on top and straddling him, toying with the buttons of his suit, desperately trying to get his clothes off as quickly as possible. He watched you unbutton him, the intensity in your eyes and the hunger etched on your face sent another jolt through his body. He inhaled sharply, his chest rising and falling rapidly as you undressed him with an urgent need. He reached up, tugging at your own clothes as well.

"Mmm, amore..." He breathed, his hands roaming over your body, groping whatever part of you he could. "You're driving me crazy..." Your eagerness was both thrilling and overwhelming, Copia's heart racing as you quickly removed his clothes. Every touch, every graze of your skin against his sent a wave of electricity through him, he was nearly in tears once again. "I know, baby, I know..." You purr, yanking off the final piece of his clothing: his boxers, exposing his already half-hard dick.

"Look at you, my sweet boy..." You coo, trailing your hands over every inch of his body, taking your time to truly admire the sight before you. "So beautiful, so perfect. My perfect boy, hm?" You lower yourself down, kissing all over his soft, squishy belly that you've grown to love so much, trailing your kisses lower and lower until you reach his twitching cock. He gasps as you take it in your mouth, moving up and down on his length, sucking him to full hardness.

His hands fisted the sheets, throwing his head back with a groan and spreading his legs as an invitation for you to continue your ministrations. His eyes close tightly, a familiar feeling starting to build up within him. Knowing he's about to cum, you stop, pulling your mouth off of him, causing him to let out a low, guttural whine, protesting the sudden halt of his pleasure. His body instinctively arches towards you in search of more contact, eyes snapping open to look up at you in confusion.

"W-why'd you sto-" His words catch in his throat as he watches you straddle his hips again, only to impale yourself on his shaft. Copia's reaction was immediate and involuntary, his hips bucking up against your touch with a sharp gasp. You moan in sync with him, starting to ride him at a rhythmic pace. "Fuck, Copia! You're so b-big! You always reach so deep inside me, make me feel so fucking g-good..." You whine, a particular slam of his cock hitting the back of your pussy causing the both of you to cry out.

Copia was completely at your mercy, lost in a haze of divine pleasure and ecstasy. Copia was used to being underneath you, having you dominating and controlling him, but this felt different, softer, gentler. No rules or punishments, no slapping, biting, scratching, no degradation. As much as he loves being ruined by your sadistic wiles, this is exactly what he needed right now. Not fucking, but making love.

Copia's noises were whiny and pathetic, his back arching off the bed slightly as the waves upon waves of pleasure washed over him. His hands clutched at your hips, his knuckles turning white as he tried to control his body's reactions to no avail. "Mmm, more," he panted, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly agape. "Please, I need more, I need you."

"I know, Co-Co. I need you, too. I've missed this, m-missed how good your perfect body makes me feel. How hard you make me cum." You huff, bouncing faster on his dick. "You're everything I've ever wanted, Copia. You're perfect for me. You're mine. All fucking mine." You cry sweet praises, moaning pornographically as you ride him into oblivion.

Copia's breathing grew more ragged with each stroke of your cunt, his mind growing clouded by pleasure. Your words, the possessive claim you made on him, send a shiver through his body. He looked up at you, his mismatched eyes dark with lust, his face flushed. "I'm yours," he heaved, the words punctuated by a sharp gasp. "All yours."

It isn't long till Copias whines and whimpers grow louder and more labored, hips bucking up to meet yours wildly, all signals that he was close. He taps your thigh in warning, and with that, you lift yourself off his cock, allowing him to finish all over his stomach, ropes of cum shooting impressively far, nearly reaching his chest. He sighs, thoroughly satisfied, his body relaxing, save for the occasional twitch.

You grab a few tissues from the nightstand, cleaning up his cum- covered self to the best of your ability. Before you could kick back and cuddle up next to him, Copia sits up and grabs you by your hips, pushing you onto the bed, clumsily positioning himself between your legs. "Now it's time to make mia bella ragazza cum, too..."

His tongue delves in your hole, devouring you like a starved man. The tip of his nose rubs deliciously against your clit, and the mixture of clitoral stimulation and the frantic flicking of his tongue has your orgasm hitting you within minutes, already sensitive enough from his cock. Once he's had his fill of your cunt, he plops down beside you, the two of you laying side by side.

Copia lay on his back, a light sheen of sweat on his bare chest, panting. He turned his head to look at you, a ditzy, fucked-out smile on his lips. "I missed that..." he said, his voice raspy. He reached out to take your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. You nod, panting along with him, sweat-dampened hair sticking to your forehead uncomfortably. "Me too..." You agreed.

Copia turned onto his side, shifting a little closer to you. He moved a hand to push a strand of sticky hair out of your face, his touch gentle and tender. He studied your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and slightly disheveled appearance. It made his heart surge with affection. "I've been pushing you away, haven't I, amore?" He smiles sadly, his heart twinging with regret for how he's been handling things as of recently. You frown.

"Honestly? You have. But I don't blame you at all for it, not one bit. You just lost your mother and your title, you've been mourning. It's okay that you needed space. You've been going through a lot, my love..." You squeeze his hand reassuringly. Copia sighed, his brow furrowing slightly as he squeezed your hand back, dissatisfied with himself.

"I just... I didn't want to burden you. I know I'm not the most stable person, and with everything happening... I wanted to protect you from everything happening in my silly old mind." He kisses the back of your hand earnestly. "But not anymore. You are the last person I want to be dishonest with, to push away. Not now, not after everything." He assures, looking down at your intertwined hands, focusing on the feeling of your skin against his. This is all he wants. This is all that matters.

"Besides," He grumbles sleepily, pulling your body close to his for post-coital cuddles that he so dearly missed. "You have taught me I am more than just a title, no?"

-

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 1st

Pegging, Papa Emeritus IV x Reader

Masterlist

Words: 2.2k.

Warnings: Pegging; established relationship; praise kink; anal fingering (m receiving); anal sex (m receiving); fellatio; use of sex toys; sub!Copia; soft dom!Reader (but you’re still a little mean to him); gender neutral!reader (but reader does have a vulva); mild humiliation kink; hella fluffy because Copia deserves the world; premature ejaculation; overstimulation; tears; happy ending.

🔞 MDNI 🔞

It didn’t take much to get him all worked up. Depending on the kind of day he’d had, it could just even be a look that got Copia ready and waiting for you to do whatever you wanted. He was an easy mother fucker, especially for the right mother - or rather - person.

Which is how he ended up spread-eagle on his bed, one of his pillows in his mouth as your fingers went deep inside his tight hole. His cock was rock hard and bounced a little every time you touched a sensitive spot and made his hips buck. Although his eyes remained tightly closed and that was something you couldn’t abide by. Not only was he keeping his desperate whimpers to a minimum, he refused to let you see the needy look on his face. You tutted and removed your fingers from him.

Immediately, his lids opened in terror and his gaze snapped to you. “No! Per favore! Don’t stop, ti scongiuro!” In his need, he sat up and began peppering kisses all over your face. “Amore mio, per favore non fermarti. I need more, please.”

“But your eyes were closed, baby.” You responded, your tone somewhat condescending especially for a man twice your age. “You were quiet. I didn’t think you were enjoying it.”

His kisses became more ferocious but his hands were clinging onto your neck. “Non è vero! It’s not true. I love it. Ti amo. Please, dolcezza. Please give me more.” This was so far from the Papa you’d grown to know - this was exactly how the Cardinal acted. Touch starved and desperate. Yet here was the head of the Satanic Church fumbling his words and begging for release.

He sounded like he was on the verge of tears. While he was still sat up a little, you moved your hand sneakily towards his hole and began rubbing over it once more. This earned you a loud yet surprised moan. With a little extra lube, you slid a third finger in and felt one of his hands clasp your forearm. He wasn’t whimpering as much, but he was breathing heavily, as though he were trying to stave off an impending orgasm.

Taunting your Papa was the most fun thing to do, especially when he was all spread out in front of you at your complete and total mercy. He didn’t expect anything from you, especially when you were knuckle deep inside of him. So when you leaned forward and ran your tongue up his cock from base to tip, he screamed and bucked again. “Merda.” He whined. “What are you try-trying to do to your Papa? Do you want to kill me, dolcezza?”

You chuckled a small, evil laugh before responding. “Of course not, Papa. But when you look so deliciously tempting, I can’t help myself.” Finding that spot inside of him now that you had three fingers working at him was easy. Combine that with what your mouth was doing and he was convinced he was going to have a heart attack. Your mouth, now quiet had taken the entire head of his cock into your mouth, and was gently sucking on it.

“Amore mio, if you keep doing this Papa will not last.”

You removed your lips from him and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “You don’t want to cum?”

“I do!”

“In my mouth?”

He shook his head so you stopped moving your fingers. “NO!” He replied when he realised what you were doing. You continued your ministrations, rewarding him for his words.

“On my fingers?”

“No, dolcezza, please.”

“Well, where would you like to cum, Papa?” Calling him Papa while he was submitting to you felt criminal. Papa was for the strongest of leaders, Papa was for the leaders who bent others into submission. Papa wasn’t for the shy, clumsy and awkward men who willingly spread themselves for their partners. But here yours was - ready, willing, waiting, and humiliated beyond satisfaction.

“Non farmi dire questo.” His hands now were covering his face in embarrassment.

“I can’t make you feel good if you don’t tell me where you want to cum.”

He muffled something only his hands caught. So you gently prized them apart gently with your free hand to see his bright red face, and his bottom lip stuck between his teeth. “Tell me, my love. Where do you want to cum?”

He took in a deep breath. “On your cock!” He exclaimed quickly.

“Good boy.” Your praise affected him more than he would like to say, but his hole clenched around your fingers as it registered in his brain. “Do you think you’re ready for it?”

“Sì.”

You kissed his lips softly before pulling your fingers out of him. He whined into your mouth at the lost of you, and as you tried to break the kiss he kept following you. He was clingier than usual. “I won’t go far, precious. I promise.” You said when your lips were finally free.

He chased you to the edge of the bed and watched you strap yourself into the harness. His hands were aching to get hold of you again, but knew he needed to be patient for you. You went to the bedside drawer and pulled out one of the dildos you’d both selected online months prior, and his eyes were completely fixated on it as you attached it to the harness. It wasn’t overwhelmingly big, but big enough that it would stretch him out more than your fingers would.

Knowing how clingy he was feeling, you went straight back to him and immediately wrapped him in your arms, his head falling on your chest. His hands gripped your waist tightly as he took in your scent. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” He said.

“Do you think you can lube it up for me?” He nodded and leaned across to the bedside table to grab the lube and poured some onto the toy. “Make sure you get it nice and wet for me, yeah?��

He nodded again. Both of you were transfixed by his hand touching the dildo, wrapping around it and spreading the lube up and down as though he were stroking a real cock. You were both silent as you listened to the squelching of the liquid in between his hands as he rubbed, losing his mind to the thought of it finally entering him. As soon as he thought it was ready, he nodded and lay back eagerly. His legs spread once again, and you watched him deposit the leftover lubricant into his waiting and stretched hole. You waited until his hand was removed before you climbed over him.

You kissed his sensitive neck, and travelled all the way up to his mouth, where you gave him a deep and gentle kiss - another touch that made him whimper. He bucked up one final time, and groaned at the feeling of his cock rubbing against yours.

“I’m ready, amore mio. Per favore. I need it.”

You lined yourself up with his waiting hole. “Tell me when you need to stop, okay?”

“Okay.”

As you breached his walls, his mouth fell open in an ‘o’ shape, his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised. You were slow with your movements, almost maddeningly so, and his hands flew to your biceps and gripped tightly. “Oh shit!” he exclaimed, a lot more loudly than he intended.

You stopped. “Are you okay?”

He could barely breathe. “It feels incredible.” He propped himself up enough to reach your cheeks and began kissing you again. “More. More, please.”

You obliged and continued to push into him until the dildo was all the way inside him. He kept kissing you as you paused, waiting for him to get accustomed to the feeling. He, on the other hand, had different ideas. As he was kissing you, he also began to slowly rock up and down, feeling your cock move inside of him. “I take it you want me to move, hm?”

“Please!” He begged.

And so, you did. Gently at first so you didn’t hurt him, but as his moans became louder, you understood he was ready for a bit more handling. So, your thrusts got faster and faster.

Until you watched him spasm beneath you, his breath knocked out of him and his mouth wide open. You looked between you to where you were connected, and watched as the remains of his seed spilled out of him. Much faster than both of you had hoped, but he was so worked up you were surprised he lasted that long.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated that over and over again, tears forming in his eyes from his overwhelming emotions.

You were still inside him. “Can you give me one more, Copia?”

He seemed shocked at the sudden use of his name. He thought for a moment, then nodded.

“Words, please.”

“Yes, amore mio. I can give you one more.”

“Good boy.”

He keened at your praise but hissed when you pulled out. You were gentle, tentative, but you wanted to wreck him a little more. So, when you were sure he could take it, you didn’t hold back.

His grip on your arm returned but this time much harder, fingernails digging in and holding on for dear life. Your thrusts were almost brutal, but you knew he was living for it. Each one punctuated with his sounds - whether they were outright overstimulated screams, chokes, or even the sound of his hole sucking the toy back in. He was practically singing. Your moans would occasionally join the cacophony of sounds, not because you were feeling particularly good, but because you knew he appreciated them.

You stopped once more to pull out and hear his groans of disappointment. “I want you to ride me,” you told him, “let me see you take my cock.”

Copia gulped but nodded. He had never allowed himself to be so exposed before, and he certainly had never been the top in this position. He felt himself getting shy again, and if it wasn’t you he wouldn’t even attempt it. With a hiss, he climbed onto you and lowered himself down. His cock was red and angry, and dried cum stained his stomach from his first orgasm and had been forgotten about until just then. He looked positively sinful, sweaty and blushing red.

In order to help him find a rhythm, you held onto his hands and pinned your elbows to the bed, giving him the leverage he needed to work his hips over the dildo, expletives in Italian being mumbled in between his whimpers. Once he found a rhythm and forgot how exposed he was, he let your hands go and began bouncing on his own, using you to get himself off. Your hands were now free, and one clutched onto his bouncing cock and begin to stroke it.

“Tell me how you feel, Papa.”

“Si se-sente bene.”

“Bene?” Your voice was back to condescending. “Only bene? Poor Papa, struggling to pull a decent sentence together.”

“I-”

“You’re so tight and desperate for cock, aren’t you, Papa?” He nodded emphatically. “Do you feel good riding me like this? Taking me for your own pleasure?”

“Dolcezza, per favore!”

“What, Papa? What do you want?”

“I need more.”

“More what?”

“Y-your hand… please.” You stopped stroking his cock. “No! You can’t do this - your - Your hand, stroke my cock, please!” Your hand gripped him again. “Tighter, please.” You obliged now that he was using his words. “Merda! F-feels good. So good. I can’t stop.” He was riding you harder now, his own words egging him on and sending him closer and closer to the edge.

“Do you want to cum, Papa?”

“Sì.”

“Cum for me, Papa. Cum all over me.”

Sure enough, his second orgasm spilled from him. His hips twitched erratically as he covered you in his seed, gasping for air as though he was suffocating. He couldn’t make any noise even if he wanted to - he couldn’t even hear you talking him through it. All he could feel was your tight hand wrapped around his sensitivity and still pumping him until he was completely spent. Not to mention the dildo still in his hole, keeping still while he wiggled and providing him with aftershocks that could bring his sanity crumbling down. He collapsed onto you, completely unable to move himself, and it fell upon you to make him come back to reality.

You stroked his hair and kept talking him through it, waiting until his ears stopped ringing enough to listen to your instructions. Eventually, he came to, and lay on his side after he’d painfully dragged himself off of you and waited for you to remove the harness and come back.

His eyes were closed from exhaustion and he jumped in surprise when he felt your hand on his thigh. “I’m sorry, I have to clean you up.”

“Va bene. Grazie, amore mio.” His voice was weak, but there was a lazy smile on his face.

As soon as you were finished, you came back to bed and wrapped him in your arms. “You were so good for me, Copia.”

He moved his head level to you. “You’re always good to me.”

Previous Day ⛧ Next Day

[da-rulah]

"oh, and my love, did i mistake you as a sign from god?" from sleep token's the summoning >:33 could i rq cardinal copia?? sfw / nsfw idm just wherever your creativity takes u!! <33

This song gives me all the vibes. And for Cardinal Copia, this is what I got out of it. I'm sorry if it's not your thing but I couldn't think of anything else that fit this lyric better... This got a little kinky😈

NSFW 18+, MDNI! Cardinal Copia x f!reader

TW: dom/sub dynamic (f dom), dominatrix, control, power play, ropes/bondage, cum play, emotions and soft domination.

Copia's neck was starting to hurt, his head bowed down and staring at the stone floors of the chapel beneath his knees. His hands remained behind his back, arms tied from his elbows to his wrists in red shibari ropes.

But he knew he wasn't allowed to look up. Not yet.

He heard your heels on the stone, and naturally his body tensed in welcome anticipation. He'd waited patiently for you to come back to the chapel after stripping him down, tying his arms and instructing him to stay put while you'd gone to slip into something more comfortable. Of course, making him wait was all part of it; to make him uncomfortable, antsy, nervous.

You came to stand in front of him, stepping between his spread knees to make sure he could see the heels you'd put on. He'd be getting more acquainted with them soon...

He was already painfully hard, his mind racing as fast as his heart thinking of all the things you might do to him, that you'd done to him in the past. He could never get enough of you, like a drug he was terminally addicted to. You would be the death of him...

But this was his release. His job was so demanding, so stressful and he had to be the authoritarian he was crafted into as a Cardinal. All of that went out the window during playtime with you... He could let go, let someone else take charge for him and literally beat the tension out of him if that's what he needed. But there was a complication...

He was becoming too obsessed with you. You were the most beautiful woman in the world to him, the perfect mix of cruel dominatrix and soft lover. He kept finding excuses to be around you day to day, just to catch glimpses of you if that was all he could get. Other times, he'd specifically call for your assistance on a task, just to spend time with you. He knew this was purely transactional on both sides and yet, he was falling into a trap...

"You haven't moved, have you?" your voice sounded so assertive, particularly in the stone setting of the chapel - which you'd locked up for tonight so as not to be interrupted. This was a fantasy of his, to be overruled in the one place he was supposed to have the most command. Lucifer would certainly approve.

"No, ma'am," he confirmed, his voice quaking a little.

"Good." You lifted one of your feet, placing it flat onto his thigh and gently applying pressure with your stiletto hell. Copia winced, but his cock twitched between his legs, precum dripping to the stone floor.

And of course, you noticed.

"You're making a mess, Cardinal. Maybe you should clean that up, hm?" It was a rhetorical question, more of an order than a suggestion. And he knew how you worked by now. You stepped backwards and watched with a smirk as he shuffled backwards, dipping his body down without the use of his hands to keep him steady. His face hovered above the stone floor, his tongue darting out to lick at the mess like a cat lapping at a saucer full of milk.

You were very pleased with the Cardinal's progress from your first session together. He'd never been outright defiant, more like inexperienced. Not at sex - far from it - but at letting go, and understanding what you were asking of him without being direct. He'd come leaps and bounds since then.

"Such a good boy," you praised as he finished, still never looking up at you. You hadn't given him permission yet...

You stepped back a few paces, up the first step in front of the pulpit. "Come here."

He walked on his knees towards you, wincing at the pain and stopping short of the step, too awkward to lift his knees but he had a feeling you wanted him beneath you.

Slowly, you raised your heel again, this time lifting his chin with the toe and allowing him to look up at you. His eyes travelled the length of your leg, dreamily observing the stockings you wore for him, held up by suspenders that sat over a stunning black lace bodysuit. He took in every curve, slowly marvelling as saliva pooled in his mouth until finally, he looked up to see your stunning face, beautifully lit in the candlelight and framed by the incredibly intricate stained glass windows behind you.

You were like an oil painting, more beautiful than if Michelangelo himself had painted you. And with the backdrop behind you illustrating his fantasy playing out, it was sending him spiralling.

To him, you were a damn succubus... A demon sent for him and him alone to tempt and defile. He'd allow you anything you wanted from him, follow any command.

"Forgive me for speaking out of turn..." You straightened up at the sound of his voice, glaring down at him. You hadn't given him permission to speak, nor asked him a question that warranted an answer. But you were intrigued...

He'd never spoke out of turn before and frankly, you were curious to see what was so important that he must tell you and suffer the consequences of disobedience.

"You have never look so bewitching... I-I'm all yours, body and soul."

Your eyes widened, taken aback completely. Of all the things you expected, that absolutely was not one of them. You had no smart retort, nothing to say in response at all. Instead, you did something you had never done before, crossing a boundary you set when terms were agreed upon on day one.

You crouched in front of him, meeting his eyes. You could see the fear in them, almost regret as he swallowed his fear and readied himself for the inevitable punishment for speaking without permission. But instead, you moved some of his hair away from his face with gentle touches, then tilted his chin up a little to make it easier to plant your lips to his.

Kissing was a big no-no. You shouldn't have done it, but you felt so drawn to him, compelled to give him a part of you like he just had.

He didn't hesitate to kiss you back, quickly overcoming his shock in favour of savouring something he was sure you would probably never do again. It ignited something within you, a fire raging in your body. You couldn't help escalating it, your kisses turning desperate. Copia wanted nothing more than to hold you close to him, to pull you into him and take you on the chapel floor with an equal balance of power; even if it were just for one night...

But his hands were still tied, and you had a scene to play out. He was sure you'd snap out of it soon and punish him harder than you ever had. Perhaps you'd call this whole thing off, and he'd never get to be with you again. The thought terrified him.

You pulled back from the kiss, your hands wrapped around the back of his neck and forehead pressed to his. You sighed, twirling your fingertips in the locks of hair at the nape of his neck. It was growing out - you liked that.

"Copia..." you breathed, chuckling softly at the absurdity of the situation you found yourself in. Feelings were never supposed to factor into this, but you'd be lying if you tried to tell yourself there wasn't something there. "We should talk," you whispered, finally meeting his eyes.

"Maybe another time, when I'm not kneeling at your feet with my arms tied behind me?" he laughed quietly, shy and unsure of himself.

"Oh, of course..." you moved to untie the ropes behind him, but eh stopped you. "N-no... Please," he begged, "I need this. I-I... don't want you to stop."

You stopped fiddling with the knot, resting your palms on his shoulders and searching his face for any sign that he wasn't sure about this. But there was nothing but pleading; he still wanted this, and so did you. This was as much of a release for you as it was for him. There was plenty of time to talk later.

"Whatever you need," you curled your finger under his chin, lightly tilting it up as a gentle re-introduction into the scene. "Now... do not speak again until you are asked to. Understand?"

He nodded, knowing better than to verbally respond.

The scene in the Chapel continued, but neither of you could deny the little extra softness in your dominance that night. You were more careful with him, less brutal. Still lording over him as he wished, still assertive and clearly in power.

But your harsh persona had turned into something softer, slower in every move you made. Copia couldn't help but be even more in awe of you, watching you take control of him in such a delicate way that felt more fuelled by passion than anything you'd ever done together before.

He was more sure now than ever that you had been moulded in the image of the darkest, most beautiful goddess.

[radioactive-yuri]

Tell me ur thoughts about the papas being subs bcuz ur cooking with that

i'm VERY glad you asked

primo - i honestly think sometimes he just doesn't have the energy to dom. or the physical functions necessary to top. just jerk him off from behind and tell him he's been doing such a good job. just simple, vanilla stuff; he's not kinky at all, and potentially on the ace spectrum, so all he really wants is to be treated to a nice physical sensation from his partner.

secondo - he wants sub so badly, but just. won't let himself. he'd have to be talked into it in the form of "if you want to have sex with me, this is the only way it's going to happen", and then end up enjoying it way too much. he's so bad at asking for what he wants, but really, what he wants is the hard, cruel side of things. he's definitely into cnc, he wants to fight the submission the whole way to it: he wants a partner that'll force him into it, and humiliate him for giving in. it's honestly difficult to parse where the line is drawn with him, because he's so easily overwhelmed like this, but that's exactly what he wants to be. just fucked into mercilessly as he blushes and cries silently and insists that he's not into this.

terzo - i mean, come on. if there ever was a vocal, needy, desperate slut. unlike secondo, he'll tell you exactly what he wants. in fact, he'll beg for it. very easily. i think his favourite is a good even mixture of degradation and praise: tell him how fucking hot he is like this, and then call him pathetic when his dick starts twitching. he's so loud, just constant moaning and whining.

copia - number one praise enjoyer. he's not even really into penetrative sex; his absolute favourite thing in the world is eating out/sucking off his partner while they tell him what a good job he's doing, what a good boy he is. also a big fan of being made to hump furniture while his partner(s) watch him. has a bit of an issue about premature ejaculation, which he's beyond embarrassed about, but the right kind of dom could do a lot with that in any potential scene. he'll need a lot of aftercare, though, and goes so incredibly soft afterwards. just be gentle with him. he's your sweet little good boy.

perpetua - actually super duper playful. loves to get his partner(s) all riled up, teasing them by constantly posing seductively and "accidentally" showing more skin. he's definitely an exhibitionist, and in the right context, will let you take control in this foreplay stage: remove more of his clothes, pull his pants down, unbutton his shirt, really show him off to whoever else is present; guaranteed to have him blushing and squirming in your grasp as his dick gets harder and harder from the feeling of being so exposed and helpless. however, if you let the foreplay go on without that kind of interruption, he'll eventually want his partner(s) to punish him for all the teasing. he has a thing for almost slasher movie esque scenes, where you chase him down and pin him to the floor. he wants to get scared.

nihil - has never once dommed imperator in his entire, absurdly long life, and i stand by that. back in the day, when both of them had more energy and more active sex drives (although let's be real, did they ever really lose that?), he was like. dangerously submissive to her. would do literally anything she told him to, no questions asked, no complaints raised. with his other partners, he was at least a bit more coy, but even then, he was always just a bit too eager. which meant that he definitely attracted a certain kind of partner, who'd take him to all sorts of extremes just to see if he'd do it (he would). he'd be a bit more shy with the others, have to be eased into that headspace, but with imperator, he literally would not hesitate to beg without her even asking him to.

[ashthewaterghoul]

I assume at one point all of the Papas had a “favorite” Ghoul to sleep with and to -sleep- with. Who’s bedding down with whom?

Oooo okay...

I'm going to go off "canon" and only use the Ghouls that each Papa had with them on stage.

First, literal sleeping with,

Primo - Earth.

They are very close, manning the greenhouses and flower beds together at any chance they get. Often they like to nap together before, during or after their work, or just sleep through the night in each other's beds. Earth also grows and makes teas that relax Primo, and help him sleep through the night. A rare occurrence since his rise to Papa-hood, because he had to spend so much time away from his beloved fratellini, and was often worried sick about them. Even more so following their rises, and their trips away.

Secondo - Omega.

Secondo is a world class insomniac. Quintessence can knock him right out and make him feel rested when he wakes up in the morning. Those treatments from the infirmary just make him feel worse, and the strength he needs poses a great risk of severe side effects. Omega gets to be privy to the lovely sight of a peaceful Secondo. He smiles in his sleep and looks about 10 years younger. Secondo always feels safe being held by the big Quint.

Terzo - Alpha.

Yes, he may be the Ministry's resident asshole like 99% of the time, but that 1% is reserved for those he loves. Terzo is one of them. Terzo always pushes himself way too much in a desperate attempt to impress the Clergy, and has a lot of chronic pain leftover from sprains and injuries he refused to sit out for long enough to heal. Alpha's natural heat helps soothe it, and it's just so fucking cozy. Terzo also feels very very very safe in the hold of his Fire Ghoul that would rip the world apart just to get him the last sandwich, and often gets some of the best nights sleep ever.

Copia - Phantom.

The little Ghoul had been through a lot in the pits and during their early days topside. Phantom often craved the protection that Copia assured them they would receive in his charge, but felt like too much of a burden to ask for it. Often, Phantom would sleep on the floor by Copia's bed so they didn't wake him up. But Copia, ever restless, would find Phantom on the floor and lift them into his bed. Phantom eventually realised it was okay to ask, and Copia gave them a spare key for the room. Phantom felt safe, and Copia loved protecting his little pipistrello, often feeling like they were the child he never had. They both sleep very well on those nights.

Okay now the other kind of sleeping with...

MDNI from this point on, obviously.

Primo - Omega.

Primo has some horrific joint pain, but with a lovely dose of Quintessence, he feels younger than his brothers all over again. He adores how Omega is oh-so-careful with how much Quintessence the Papa is receiving and how he'll give Primo anything he wants. Whether it be fast or slow, rough or soft. Anything. Primo just gets to let go of worries about how his body will react and live out all the fantasies he could ever dream of, whether he's in command or not. And Omega will always help him deal with the after-effects.

Secondo - River.

Idk, it just makes sense to me. He made the mistake of looking over to River playing the bridge of 'Stand By Him', thrusting his bass into the audience. Bro's been fixated ever since. Secondo finds River is one of the only people he can completely drop his guard around & give into whatever that graceful & strong Water Ghoul wants of him. Secondo usually tops or at least doms all his sexual encounters, it's what everyone expects of him & he finds he can't drop that front. But he can let go & be River's. Secondo only ever subs for River, and for River only. He loves when River just uses him. No respect for his rank or what he represents, he's just as good as a common whore. Also loves when River makes love to him & builds Secondo back up piece by piece.

Terzo - Omega.

Need I explain? I don't think so but I will anyway lol. Omega was the first Ghoul that Terzo saw, interacted with and slept with. You never do forget your firsts, after all. Terzo chose his colour for his robes to match Omega's eyes and magic, and if they could soul-bond and mate in the way Ghouls did, they would do it. They did try, but the magic washed over Terzo and left Omega with a half-fulfilled bond that weighed on him constantly unless he was near Terzo. So naturally they go at it like rabbits and rarely spend a lot of time apart.

Copia - Cumulus.

HEAR ME OUT!!!! Copia loves all his Ghouls, but especially Cumulus. When Copia noticed he'd gained some weight, he became incredibly self-conscious. He quite literally fell on his knees one night and begged her for how she did it. And Cumulus worshiped that man. She kissed all along his stomach, ground herself onto the gorgeous rolls of pudge and made him feel so loved that he couldn't help but love himself. He loves being in control of their encounters, but what he loves even more than that is Cumulus being the sexiest Dominatrix you ever did see (he absolutely calls her 'Mommy' btw). They can also be just as soft, and are on the regular, just like that fateful night. Copia also returns the favour on the odd day when Cumulus struggles with her own self-image. There's just an understanding there, and no one can match it.

[kudiikis]

Positions characters I want to fuck definitely are

Hannibal Lecter: SERVICE. SOFT DOM. TOP. Good fucking LORD he’d leave me a mindless limp mess. Unable to move or think or speak or do anything but lay there under him panting and whining as his cum drips from me. And he can be soft or hard, whatever gets you off. You want praise? He’s gonna do nothing but call you a good boy/girl and how perfect you are, how good you feel, how pretty, how sweet your sounds are, how you belong to him, how you were made for him. Not a brat tamer, can’t fucking stand disrespect.

Cho Sang-woo: Hard Dom Top. That man needs control so bad he can’t even handle having you ride. He needs to be in complete control all the time and he takes. He wants to get you off, yes, but he’s after his own damn orgasm first. Once he’s satisfied he’ll overstimulate you and watch you beg for him to stop whether it’s with his hands or toys.

Hwang In-ho: Service Hard Dom Top. Oh this man loves to have you ride. He likes to see you panting and struggling and withering underneath him. He will leave you a mess just so he can take care of you later. He gets off on the utter control he has over you and can get from you chasing an orgasm. Actively denies and edges even if you hate it.

The Recruiter: HARD DOM TOP. He is MEAN. He doesn’t care if you get off, only if he does and now he is a brat tamer because he uses it as an excuse to be rougher. He’s fucking crazy. He will destroy you and not even care. If you don’t get off at all, he’ll just scoff and say “you’ve got a right hand.” And then go to take a shower.

Erik Destler: Switch. He honestly can do both it completely depends on how he feels. If he’s doming he’s a soft dom who wants to praise you and treats you so gently and is absolutely a service top, sometimes even a stone top. If he’s subbing oh my god he’s a mess. He’s just this soft, sweet pliable little puppy who wants to please and will do anything you say. Please treat him so gently though because he will SOB if you degrad him. Like he will crash and have a breakdown.

Papa V: Soft Dom Top. He wants to be a service top so bad but just gets drunk on the feeling and ends up chasing his own orgasm over and over. After the fact if you tell him you didn’t get off he will cry and do ANYTHING to get you off even if it hurts him.

Copia: Brat Sub Bottom. He tries so hard to be a dom. Like he wants to be, he pretends to be which is where the bratting comes in like its just him pretending to be a dom but he’s not. He’s a sub and a bottom. He is just so utterly pathetic and wants praise. He will worship you, good lord.

Sodo: Switch. If he’s subbing he is a bratty little fucker and will give you so much hell. If he’s doming he’s definitely a hard dom and he likes to put you in so many weird positions. He will wreck you either way and he uses that tail for things it’s definitely not meant for wink wink.

Nihil: SUB. BOTTOM. He’s such a PATHETIC MAN. He’s so fucking PATHETIC. Whimpering under you, begging, crying, shaking, cumming just from your touch. He will just nod and agree with anything you say. A good boy? Yes I am. A dirty slut? That’s me. He’s so mindless and I just MM

Sister Imperator: DOM SWITCH. She is so mommy. She will have you WHIPPED dude. Whether your deep in her pussy or she’s pegging you, you are completely under her control and she is constantly reminding you of that. You belong to her, every inch of you belongs to her and always will. You’re her good little slut, her living sex toy.

Tamaki Suoh: Service Switch Top. Hear me OUT - daddy kink when he’s doming right obviously, soft and loving couldn’t degrade you if he tried. Wants you to feel good and loved and get off more than he wants to get off. But subbing he is your puppy. Genuinely puppy kink. He wants to be your sweet little pup, mindless and loved and fucked until your hearts content. He will obey without a second thought and any way you want him he will gladly let you. Bonus points if you call him a good pup he will literally melt.

Clay Puppington: SUB. BOTTOM. That is a bottom. A brat maybe but a full bottom. Get him on his knees and he will start begging, pleading, crying to be touched, to be petted and loved and fucked until he can’t move. Until he’s broken and wrecked. He wants to be fucked hard, like hate fucked. He literally wants to feel pain in his hips and his dick to throb from overstimulation. He’s got issues and all of them get taken out during sex.

[ghulehunknown]

Hey everyone! I’m Elizabeth (:

My blog is strictly 18+! I write adult themes and I will always tag my posts accordingly. Sometimes it’s just fluff.

Requests are open! - fanfics, drabbles, headcanons, etc. I love hearing from you! Just a few things to note:

Typically I write Papa x Reader (either GN or F reader), but I am open to changing it up

I’ll write any of the Papas or Ghouls/Ghoulettes, but am most comfortable w/ Terzo x Reader or Copia x Reader

Topics I will NOT write include the following, but are not limited to: incest, beastiality, underage, non-con - I will update this list if I need to

DM me anytime! If I’m taking a while to respond or post, please be patient as I’m probably thinking of the best way to write the request.

I reserve the right to deny any request but please do not take it personally. Certain topics I may not write if I can’t find the inspiration or I’m uncomfortable, but generally I’m open to just about anything.

Enjoy!

🔞 The following list contains NSFW content. Minors DNI 🔞

Wintertime Smut Collection

XXXmas At The Ministry, a collaboration with @copias-sewer-rat, @molly-ghuleh, and @bupia

Naughty Presents (Primo) by @copias-sewer-rat

Ungrumpify Your Papa (Secondo) by @molly-ghuleh

Mistletoe’d (Terzo) by @ghulehunknown

Treasure Hunt (Copia) by @bupia

Papa Holiday Headcanons

Papa Valentine’s Day Headcanons

Vacation Full Length Smut and “The Note” (a continuation of Mistletoe’d) - coming soon!

“A Holiday Tail”

“A Rainy Winter”

Kinktober 2023

Day 1 - masturbation • Day 2 - Terzomega • Day 3 - blowjob • Day 4 - cunnilingus, fingering, worship • Day 5 - miniskirt rough sex, dom • Day 6 - soft dom, sweet sex • Day 7 - teacher/student, inexperience, praise • Day 8 - rimming • Day 9 - public sex, exhibitionism • Day 10 - spanking, fishnets • Day 11 - group sex • Day 12 - sub Copia, degradation • Day 13 - kissing HCs • Day 14 - period sex HCs • Day 15 - lovemaking HCs • Halloween - Vamperzo, period sex

Kinktober 2024

Day 1 - Mirror Sex

Papa Emeritus IV

“Do You Deserve It?” • “You Earned It” • Random Drabble • “Creature Comforts” • Undressing Copia Drabble • Mirror Sex

Cardinal Copia

“Cardi Confessions”

Terzo

“I Wanna Be Yours” (Terzomega) • “Preparation is Key” • “Papa’s Worship” • “Movie ’n Chill” • “Let’s Have a Satanic Orgy” • “La Notte del Vampiro” • “La Lezione di Lucifero” • “And He Sees Nothing Wrong With That” • “Mistletoe’d” • “One Missed Text”

Secondo

“Papa’s Punishment”

Primo

“Teach Me Tonight”

Papa Headcanons

Kissing/Cuddling • Period Sex/Comforting • Romantic Sex/Lovemaking • Sick Days • Mary Goore NSFW • Positions • Going Down (F Receiving) • Jealousy • Thanksgiving • Showering Together • Holidays • Valentine’s Day • Proposals • Waking Up Together • Aftercare

Ghouls

“A Holiday Tail” (Mountain) • “A Rainy Winter” (Rain)

Papa of Choice

“Caught by Papa” • “Tangled Sheets”

Gender Neutral

“I Wanna Be Yours” (Terzomega) • “Tangled Sheets” • “Papa’s Punishment” • Random Copia Drabble • “A Rainy Winter” • “Creature Comforts” • Undressing Copia Drabble

F!Reader

“Caught by Papa” • “Preparation is Key” • “Papa’s Worship” • “Do You Deserve It?” • “You Earned It” • “Teach Me Tonight” • “Movie ’n Chill” • “Let’s Have a Satanic Orgy” • “Cardi Confessions” • “La Notte del Vampiro” * “La Lezione di Lucifero” • “And He Sees Nothing Wrong With That” • “Mistletoe’d” • “A Holiday Tail” (Mountain x AFAB) • “One Missed Text” • Mirror Sex

[lilspacewolfie]

Writing Masterlist:

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Main Devil!Terzo verse: Follows an AU in which Terzo is Lucifer (The Devil) incarnate. (fic references: Basic layout of Copia's apartment ⛧ Copia's rats ⛧ Some amazing fanart for this story: here, here, here, here, here, here, here (more spicy ones by delulluart can be found on the fic!)

⛧ You Will Never Walk Alone: Chapters 21/? (Ao3 only, Devil!Terzo x Copia, Current ongoing *WIP* please read the tags & triggers!) E/18+ **SLOW UPDATES**

Semi-verse Related Oneshots: Some self-indulgent slice of life stuff for my main AU.

⛧ The Devil's Treasure (Ao3 only, 3.9k words, NSFW, SMUT, soft dom devil!terzo, bathing/washing, praise kink, devil!terzo taking care of copia during a thunderstorm) E/18+

⛧ The Devil's Claim (Ao3 only, 5k words, NSFW, SMUT, very low-stakes jealousy, angst & fluff, they work it out in the end) E/18+

⛧ The Devil's Whore (Ao3 only, 2.3k words, NSFW, SMUT, playful flirting, desperation, a touch of voyeurism) E/18+

⛧ The Devil's Heart (Ao3 only, 2.9k words, NSFW, SMUT, follow on from the devil's whore, praise kink, love-making, tenderness) E/18+

Ficlets:

⛧ Reassurences (also on Ao3, 498 words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, SFW from fluffy dialogue prompts, very short and sweet, seriously my teeth hurt, anxiety disorder, heavy on the tenderness, pillow talk)

⛧ Devil On Your Back (also on Ao3, 575 words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, NSFW, SMUT, sexual content, soft and sweet, love-making, soft dom devil!terzo, body worship, handjobs, praise kink, copia is #stressed, lucifer gives him a hand and his dick) E/18+

Drabbles:

⛧The Devil's Kisses (1.1k words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, NSFW, SMUT, from send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss, copia suffers from migraines, a lot of softness here, very soft and sweet, sexual content, playful flirting, teasing, oral, love-making, lots of forehead and temple kisses, truly those are my weakness, grief & loss of a pet at the end, minor death if that bothers you, but it's not described in detail) E/18+

Devilish Requests: Mainly featuring Devil!Terzo x Copia or Devil!Terzo x Omega.

⛧ Blinded (Ao3 only, 1.2k words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, NSFW, SMUT, dom devil!terzo, light bondage, edging, blindfolds) E/18+

⛧ Let Me Hear You (Ao3 only, 886 words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, NSFW, SMUT, soft dom, voice kink, handjobs) E/18+

⛧ After (Ao3 only, 740 words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, NSFW, SMUT, aftercare, bodyworship, tenderness, subspace, follows on from Blinded, aftermath of smut) M

⛧ Stress Relief (Ao3 only, 997 words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, NSFW, SMUT, rough oral, breathplay) E/18+

⛧ In The Quiet (Ao3 only, 944 words, Devil!Terzo x Copia, mild NSFW, anxiety, tenderness, light angst, pillow talk) M

⛧ Devil In A Dress (Ao3 only, 1.5k words, Devil!Terzo x Omega, NSFW, SMUT, dom/sub, rough oral, smut inspired by van's art) E/18+

Oneshots:

⛧ A Little Mercy (also on Ao3, 1.4k words, Terzo x Copia, NSFW, SMUT, sexual content, soft dom terzo, body worship, light-bondage, oral, teasing, blindfolds, edging) E/18+

Drabbles:

⛧ Breathe With Me (1.5k words, Terzo x f!reader, SFW, only mild nsfw i guess since naked cuddling happens, anxious reader, soft terzo, co-regulation, breathing techniques, no beta we die like sister imperator.)

⛧ Scars and Stretchmarks (1.5k words, Terzo x Copia, mild NSFW, from send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss, soft dom terzo, very soft and sweet because I can't not make everything a little sweet, mild sexual content, teasing, stretchmarks, insecurities, guilt & grief, copia needs a hug, anxiety disorder, sort of a panic attack if that triggers you) M

Oneshots:

⛧ Failed Date (also on Ao3, 1.6k words, Cardinal Copia x gn!reader, SFW, very little description to keep it as gender-neutral as possible, soft copia, failed date, sweet ending, just all around very soft and fluffy)

Drabbles:

⛧ Relaxing Night With Copia (??? words (idk im so tired lmao), Copia x gn!reader, SFW, soft copia, pastina!, reader and copia are as exhausted as I am right now, a lot of softness it’s killing me, tired idiots in love, bullet point format.)

Ficlets:

⛧ Lazy Sunday Gaming (639 words, Copia x gn!reader, soft and sleepy gaming session with Copia, cuddling and snuggling, short and sweet, I wrote this on my phone on a sunday morning when i was half asleep please enjoy <3)

Oneshots:

⛧ I Will Hold You For The Minute (also on Ao3 1.1k words, Copia x gn!reader, SFW, soft and angsty, idk i have too many feelings right now, ghovie related, Copia stresses a lot, lots of kisses, sweetness, that new fit oh my fucking satan its so hot, no beta.)

Ficlets:

⛧ Ghost: Chapter 20 (Content: 650 words, Copia x f!oc, ghost chapter 20 related, softness with a sprinkle of angst, SFW though slightly suggestive at the end.)

⛧ Reading Copia Unhinged Comments (Content: 1.1k words, Copia & gn!reader, SFW, ghost chapter 20 related again, lots of softness and hurt/comfort, you cheer copia up by reading unhinged takes.)

⛧ Remedy (Content: 1.9k words, Copia x f!oc, softness, mostly SFW, slightly suggestive themes and semi-naked cuddling.) M

⛧ Sundays (Content: 1k words, Copia x f!oc, NSFW, SMUT, softness, just these two enjoying so good old fashion morning sex, body worship, p in v sex, naked cuddling, aftercare, some teasing.) E/18+

Drabbles:

⛧ Papas Caring For Hospitalized Reader (also on Ao3, 2k words, Papas x gn!reader, SFW, bullet-pointed format, mentions of hospitals, needles (only mentioned), mention of general anaesthetic, angst, hurt/comfort, anxiety, lots of sweetness, you're getting pampered, no beta we die like nihil!)

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you're losing me part xi — copia x reader

warnings: MDNI 18+, copia heavy chapter, dom!copia, sub!reader, make up sex, rough sex, blowjob (f!receiving), fingering, squirting, p in v

word count: 5.3k

credits: @gothdaddyissues for the divider. @discountdemonwarehouse and @fishwithtitz for being my betas <3

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The newest members of the Ministry passed by Copia in the hall on his way to another tedious meeting. He smiled warmly at them, with only one returning his smile. You weren’t sure why, but instantly you sensed his candor. Being the newest of the Siblings of Sin, you hadn’t heard whispers about the Cardinal passing you by as much as the other girls who began to speak in hushed tones with covered mouths amongst themselves after he went on his way. Being on the outskirts of the group and spurred by curiosity, you couldn’t help but turn back to get one more look at him over your shoulder. A bashful smile and accompanying blush crept over your cheeks as you noticed he did the same, giving you a nod when your eyes briefly met. 

He knew he shouldn’t hope for such things; you were new, you were quite a bit younger (at least that’s what he assumed), but he mentally said a prayer to Satan that the two of you would cross paths again. Even if it was just so he could learn the name of this girl that instantly pulled him in like a moth to a flame.

Days had passed since he had last seen you, but somehow his mind seemed to inevitably wander back to you. It was as if an invisible string had been tied to him, connecting him to you. The feeling was so foreign to him. 

One of his duties as Cardinal was to welcome in new members. With the newest group being so small, he would only be assigned one. Luck was something that was rarely on his side, so when he heard a soft knock on his door and looked up to see you shyly standing there, his jaw almost dropped to the ground like a cartoon character’s. 

Quickly, he cleared his throat to disguise his delighted surprise as he stood up to welcome you into his office. “Ah! You must be my shadow! Benvenuta (welcome)! Come in, come in,” he greeted as he waved you inside. 

That was the moment you made your first real friend at the Ministry. 

After your shadow period ended and you had been assigned a job in the Department of Archives doing translation work, you often found yourself back in Copia’s office asking his opinion on your assigned texts and discussing with him possible meanings, translations, and the like. His wealth of knowledge proved how he earned his position as the most senior Cardinal. 

Even if you didn’t necessarily need his help, eventually you’d find yourself popping in for a visit whenever you had the chance. You couldn’t quite understand why everyone shied away from the quirky, awkward Cardinal. Despite having made other close friends, you’d never deny he held the title of being your best friend. There was a part of you that seemed to want more than that, but because of his trepidation, you had a difficult time sensing if he felt the same. 

Which, of course, he did, but the last thing he wanted to do was ruin what he had with you by appearing too forward, or Satan forbid, out of fear you’d think him a perv or something of the sort. He had bided his time, just enjoying your friendship and nurturing the bond you had forged. 

Somewhere along the road, though, he noticed you stopping by a little less. Your mind seemed to be occupied with thoughts of something else. He wouldn’t dare ask in case the answer was actually thoughts of someone else. He regretted not asking you. He regretted not telling you his feelings sooner. He put his heart in your hands without you even knowing it, so he only had himself to blame for it shattering the day you excitedly came to tell your best friend your good news. The news that you had started seeing someone.

It would have hurt less if it had been just another Sibling, but it wasn’t. He hid his heartbreak from you as your eyes sparkled when you told him things were getting serious while also expressing your concerns given this person’s reputation. Like the good friend that he was, he assured you, given everything you had told him, this was the real deal and you needn’t be worried about your new love interest moving on in the blink of an eye. You had roped him in and he knew you well enough to not even be surprised in the slightest. He even appreciated how you made sure he was okay with the person you had chosen, fearing a strain on your friendship that happened anyway as your relationship progressed. 

It would have hurt less if it was anyone else, anyone at all in the entire Ministry. But of course, his luck had to run out eventually. That’s how it always worked with Copia. He only had himself to blame. It was his own fault; he hesitated and never spoke up. He knew as soon as you told him that his brother Terzo, the current Papa, had taken an interest in you that he had lost you. 

But he also knew his brother in a way you couldn’t. Much like how Copia could never take a risk out of fear of rejection, his brother somehow always found a way to sabotage anything that gave him genuine happiness. That was when Copia vowed to wait for you, to wait for his brother to completely fuck up beyond the point of no return. And when he had you, he was never going to let you go.

That, however, was a couple years ago. Now? As the sound of the slamming door echoed in his ears? Just when he finally thought he had you, once and for all, he feared you, yet again, were slipping from his grasp. He leaned his head back against his bedroom door before sliding down to sit, pulling his knees against his chest.  

You weren’t sure what pulled you from your peaceful slumber, but you found your eyes opening, taking in the once familiar surroundings. Unable to help it, you turned to see Terzo sleeping soundly, taking in his relaxed expression. It almost made you forget everything that led up to this moment. But like a wave crashing on the shore, everything came flooding back. 

Flashes of your earlier conversations with Copia kept drowning your thoughts. Would he take you back if you went back to his quarters? Would he forgive you?

Did you want him to?

Copia was your very first friend when you arrived at the Ministry. Regardless of whatever you managed to get yourself into or went through, the one person who always showed up for you was him, no matter what. In hindsight, you knew when you first got with Terzo, your friendship with him (and anything else that lied under the surface of that) fell to the wayside. Instead of holding it against you, instead of harboring ill will because of his own feelings, he did nothing but support you. When you needed someone the most, he bent over backwards to show up for you.

The first time you had caught Terzo and your heart shattered into a million pieces, the only thing you could do was run. You just had to get away as tears coated your cheeks and blurred your vision so much so you almost didn’t even register that you had collided with a person as you rounded the corner. It wasn’t until you felt a firm grip of leather gloves on your arms and a shake to get you to focus, did you look to see who was in front of you. The instant you recognized him, you all but collapsed into his arms. He didn’t hesitate, not for a single second, before picking you up and carrying you back to his office.

He sat back onto the small loveseat in the corner and you curled into him, gripping his cassock like a lifeline. All you could do was sob as he held you. You didn’t say anything and he didn’t ask, not until you were able to catch your breath. 

The moment you told him, his eyes darkened like a deadly storm. You braced yourself for him to throw you aside and go take care of Terzo himself, but his restraint was as strong as iron. Instead, he cradled your face to his chest and whispered “He doesn’t deserve you; he never did.”

“Then what did I do to deserve this…?” you mumbled.

Automatically, Copia grabbed your shoulders, pushing you forward to look in his eyes. “Eh, scusi?” he asked incredulously. “I can’t name a single reason why you ‘deserve’ this because you do not. That testa di cazzo (dickhead) doesn’t determine your worth. Do you understand me? Being the person that lights up any room they walk into, that has the kindest heart, that is always so selfless…” He shook his head. His tone softened again, after getting more and more angry on your behalf. “No, dolcezza, someone like that, like you, never deserves to have their heart ripped out like this.”

That was the moment you realized any suspicion you had about Copia’s feelings towards you were correct. He cared about you more than you ever realized. It made your heart skip a beat and your body freeze in a panic. You couldn’t process this now. Staring at him with shock, you rapidly blinked as you tried to think of a response. “Copia, I… I–” You shook your head. “I have to go before he gets back,” you said as you moved to get up. 

He stood up with you and grabbed your hand so gently. “At least let me walk you back,” he requested. He eyes a mix of desperation and devotion. “Please,” he whispered. Tightening your grip around his hand, you nodded.

The next time it happened, you ended up drinking a whole bottle of wine in his quarters. Of course you started out crying, but after sharing a joint, you found the whole situation amusing as you both sat on his couch. Bursting out into an unprompted fit of giggles, Copia asked you what was so funny. “My stupid ass is gonna go back to him tomorrow. I know I am.”

“You’re not stupid,” he sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Yes I am! I should dump his ass, but… I can’t.” Your voice grew distant as you started to stare off into space. 

“Hey,” he drawled, nudging you. “It’s because you didn’t listen to me.”

“Huh?”

“You…” he shifted and leaned into you, “are letting him determine your worth.”

“Am not,” you pouted. 

He laughed, nodding his head. “Sì, meriti qualcuno che ti faccia sentire come una regina.”

“Ugh,” you groaned, dragging your hands over your face. “Why’d you have to go full Italian on me now? Hold on. Regina… queen. Sentire.. To feel. Uh, ‘sentire come una regina,’” you mumbled to yourself while Copia giggled watching you struggle to translate his mother tongue. “Oh, feel like a queen! Meriti… meritare… merit… deserve! I deserve someone who treats me like a queen!”

“Makes you feel like, but sì.” His laughter died as he stared at you. “I mean it though. That’s the least you deserve.” His voice dropped to a lustful whisper. Like magnets, you both gravitated towards each other. You leaned back, he leaned forward until he was propping himself up with one hand while the other caressed your cheek. “You have no idea how much I regret not telling you how I felt before he stole you from me… I think you’ve had my heart since the moment I first saw you.” 

“Copia… I– we ca–” you started to say breathlessly before he cut you off.

“He doesn’t deny his pleasure. Why should you deny yours, regina mia?” 

That was all it took for your hand to find its way to the nape of his neck, gripping the hair and pulling him towards you.

You sighed at the memories. There was a part of you that would never stop loving Terzo. Maybe that love would shift forms, but it would be omnipresent inside you. Yet now you were faced with a decision about your future that wasn’t solely about you; it would affect every member of this Ministry. Could Terzo rise up to the challenge? Perhaps. Was that a bet you were willing to gamble though when you knew Copia could easily step into the role tomorrow if need be?

There was a gnawing feeling in your heart that had crawled up from your gut. It was time to go. Whatever you had with Terzo, it was over. At least this time, the ending was amicable. Both of you had accepted the course your relationship had run. He understood what was at stake. Just because he was a lascivious goofball most of the time didn’t mean he never understood what it meant to be Papa, what it meant to lead and care for the flock. You knew this. He knew this.

Slowly, you slipped out of his arms. He stirred slightly, but only to tuck his arm under his pillow as he got comfortable again letting out a pleasant sigh. When the morning sun came, he would be off to Mexico. You pushed out a breath from your chest that felt dragged down by the weight of cement blocks. This was the last time you would see him like this, that you two would have a night like this. You leaned over to gently kiss his forehead. The smallest smile curled his lips upwards, but he never woke up. “Ti amerò per sempre, amato mio (I will forever love you, my beloved),” you whispered longingly. 

You left a piece of yourself in that room that night.

There wasn’t a backup plan if Copia’s door was locked. If it was, you’d end up back where you were, but if that happened, it would change everything. Taking a deep breath, you hesitantly reached for the door knob. A sigh of relief escaped from your lips as it slowly turned, allowing you to let yourself in.

The door quietly clicked shut behind you. You treaded silently to his room, doing the best you could to make as little noise as possible. Grabbing a fresh set of clothes, you went into the bathroom to change and brush your teeth. 

A reflection of you was staring back at you, but you were unsure if you even knew who that girl was. You could barely count the ways your life had changed since you set foot in this unholy place. Even if you didn’t fully recognize who was staring back at you, there was a strong, unmistakable feeling that no matter what choices you made in your life, you always would have ended up here. 

Droplets of icy cold water dripped down your face. Your eyes closed and you called forth the devil you know, the devil inside you. When you opened them, for the first time, you saw yourself with eyes darker than midnight. This was your true self or at least, it was supposed to be. Simultaneously it felt both right and foreign. You reigned her in, pulling back the black flames until they receded inward. You watched as your eyes returned to normal. That was what everyone saw. Were you a monster? Were you really blessed? Currently, you felt more like the former. 

After splashing more water on your face to pull you out of these thoughts, you wiped it off, and finally went back to the bedroom. Too lost in your musings, you didn’t notice a light had been turned on. You saw Copia sitting up, running a hand through his hair.

“I– I’m sorry. I tried to be quiet. I didn’t want to wake you up. Actually, I wasn’t sure if I should, but here you are, awake now. Um, I can, uh, go sleep on the couch, because–”

“We should talk,” he said softly, but loud enough for you to stop your nervous rambling.

“I’m sorry. That– that– I know that doesn’t begin to cover it or– or make anything better. But I am.” Copia opened his mouth, starting to say something, but you stopped him. “Please, I need to say this. I was wrong. I trust you with my life, Copia. I should have told you the night it happened. Hiding it was the worst thing I could have done even if I was thinking it was protecting you. I know the only outcome of that was hurting you and I’m so sorry.” You hurried over to his side of the bed, standing in front of him. “I promise you, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I tried to do the opposite and clearly failed fucking miserably. You’ve been there with me, by my side, through everything since I came here. Even when I didn’t deserve it. And don’t even say I still did, because I didn’t. I pushed you and everyone else away and focused everything I had on him. There wasn’t any balance. I was a really shitty friend to you and you still were there for me when I needed you.”

You kept going, missing Copia trying to get your attention by murmuring “amore” twice. It wasn’t until he stood up, halting you from wearing a path on the floor by placing his hands on your shoulders. “Hey, amore, breathe, alright?”

“But–” you started, but was silenced by the way he pressed his finger to your lips.

“I was— I am upset. You were finally mine and it felt like you were slipping from my grasp again…” he murmured, moving his hand up to caress your cheek. 

You shook your head. “No, it’s… him and I… it’s over. I… I did go and, um, see him when I left here. I didn’t… know where else to go.” You noted how his jaw clenched and his shoulders tensed. “Nothing happened. We just talked about, ya know, how I almost killed him,” you let out a humorless laugh.

There was a subtle squint of his eyes. You were unable to place why exactly he was feeling as his eyes searched for something in yours. “But you came back here,” he stated. 

You nodded. “Copia, through everything… Hell, ever since my first day here, you’ve… you’re the one who’s always been there for me. No matter what. Even when I was a shitty friend and didn’t deserve it, you were there. I sound like a broken record, but I see that now. I do. And I am so fucking sorry I didn’t fully realize it before.” Casted down in shame, your gaze fell to the floor and you took a step back. “I’m not expecting you to be here now; it’s the last thing I deserve. I just–”

“Did you feel it that first time we saw each other in the hall?” he interrupted. He was acutely aware of the tingling sensation in his white eye as he looked over you.

A small wistful half smile curled at your lips as you nodded. “You know… it wasn’t fate that I was assigned to you when I was welcomed in.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“I might have requested you,” you shrugged as you confessed. When your eyes finally met his, you could feel the darkness start to bubble behind your eyes wanting to break through. This wasn’t something you ever experienced before. It wasn’t threatening, it wasn’t out of anger. Perhaps it was because of the lingering desire you felt for him. Or it simply was an intuitive confirmation of the choice you were making. You slightly shook your head to keep these feelings at bay before you cleared your throat. “I’ll, uh… I guess I’ll go take the couch tonight. Give you your space. I just needed you to know that I’m sorry and–” 

He reached for your hand as he stepped forward closing the small distance between you. His grasp was firm, stilling your movements. “No. I don’t want space. It’s actually the exact opposite of what I want right now…”  

“But aren’t you–”

“Oh, dolcezza, I’m still furious,” he whispered sweetly, which somehow added a subtle ferocity to his tone. His hand that held yours placed it on his waist to free him so he could grip yours tightly. The other hand wrapped around the back of your neck as he pulled you close to him. “And if you’ll allow me, I have a rather… pragmatic way for us to work through this. And all I ask is that you give me complete… and total control…” he requested as his hand tightly tangled itself in your hair. He pulled down so you looked up at him, your eyes wide in shock at his sudden dominance. “Can you do that? Do you trust me?” he asked, leaning down murmuring into your ear. The sensation of his mouth moving against your ear sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel him smirk at that. 

You started to nod and his grip tightened even more. “Yes,” you breathed heavily through your nose. “I trust you. Do what you want with me.”

He removed his vice grip on your hip and placed his fingers on your cheek, his thumb pressed on the other side of your chin. Darkening in a way you had never seen from him before, his gaze held something primal, almost animalistic in it. He never showed this side of him before, always trying to hide it. But he knew, you of all people, would accept this part of him that he kept locked away. “Va bene (okay),” he said simply before he took his hand away from your face only to bring it back with a hard slap. You felt the sting before you fully processed what happened. 

You held his carnal gaze with one of your own as the heat pooled in your core. His lips crashed onto yours. His hand left your hair to grab the hem of your shirt, yanking it over your head, before he dropped his mouth back down to your neck to leave a trail of kisses down it, nipping at the tender flesh as he went.

Your hands scrambled to the hem of his own shirt to lift it over his head. He allowed this, but he roughly held your hips, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you once more. These kisses were devoid of much passion. You could feel his hurt and his anger behind them and it only made you more susceptible to letting him do whatever the hell he wanted with you. As he moved to bite down on your collar bone, he shoved your pants off you as much as he could still attached to you. You yelped as your nails dug into his neck and kicked off your sweats.

With a growl rumbling from his chest, he grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you down onto the bed. “On all fours. Face me. Now,” he commanded. You did as directed and crawled to the edge of the bed to where he was standing. The way you were looking up at him… Something inside him snapped. He practically ripped his pants off his body, freeing his already painfully hard cock inches away from your face. The second he pulled your hair into a ponytail, your mouth opened and he shoved himself inside, immediately going at a relentless pace. 

When he pulled you off of him, he yanked down on your hair, guiding your eyes upwards as he leaned down to get as close to your gasping face as he could. “You are mine. Do you understand me? Mine.” Lowering your head, when his length got close to your mouth, you opened it wide again and moved so you could close it around him. And again, he started thrusting violently into you. With a groan he let go of your hair and bent over you, pressing his hands down on the small of your back. Your hands slid down onto the floor to hold yourself up as best you could. His pace never faltered. 

Eventually he let up long enough for you to spit all over his cock before his ministrations began again. He slid his hands up your back, again grabbing your hair in one and steadying you by placing the other around your neck. “Ugh, fuck,” he moaned as he pounded his dick down your throat. He almost lost himself for a moment, but he pulled away from you. He grabbed your chin hard, forcing you to hold his gaze before he pulled you up so that you were kneeling in front of him.

Using the heel of his opposite hand, he shoved you onto your back, throwing your balance off. He then pulled you forward by your legs, so your core was at the edge of the bed. He shoved his middle and ring fingers in your mouth and down your throat, making you choke on them as he moved them around to coat them with your spit. When he removed them, he wasted no time before plunged them into you.

You gasped at the feeling of his fingers suddenly curling up to unforgivingly hit your g-spot over and over again. Placing one knee up on the bed, he leaned over you and wrapped his over hand around your throat, never letting up his attack on your core. Moans and whimpers flew out of your mouth as your hand encircled his forearm. Heels digging into the floor, your whole lower half shook from his fingers practically pulling you off the bed. The wet sounds drove you closer and closer to the edge as you pushed your head back into the mattress, arching your back. When he suddenly increased his pace yet again, you were screaming as your release exploded all over his hand and onto the floor. 

He watched your body shaking as he stroked himself with the hand covered in your juices. Too lost in your own ecstasy, you missed how he bit his lip and sucked in a ragged breath before he flipped you over onto your stomach and pulled you so you were on the corner of the bed. Angling your hips up, he gave himself more access to easily slide inside of you. Again he pressed down on your lower back to support himself as he pistoned his hips to roughly thrust into you. You cried out as your knuckles turned white from how you gripped the sheets.

He slid his left hand up your back until his fingers curled under your collar bone. Suddenly he pulled you up. You held yourself up on your elbows, moaning as he hit your sweet spot with every thrust. He let his body fall forward as he braced himself on one hand, while he released the other that had a death grip on your shoulder. He lowered himself forward even more so he could wrap that arm around your throat to hold your opposite shoulder. 

“Who do you belong to?” he growled in your ear as he kept up his pace.

“Y-you!” you mewled. 

“What– are– you?” he grunted through his teeth, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

“I’m yours. Fuck! C-copia. I’m yours!” you screamed. 

With that, he stopped for a moment to pull you up so your back was flush against his chest. One hand wrapped around the back of your neck again to hold you steady while the other one tightly gripped your chin. “Good girl,” he praised, his breath hot against your ear. His fingers found their way into your mouth again as he resumed his thrusts, somehow even harder and faster than before. It didn’t take long before the coil snapped and you found yourself cumming on his cock. The way you clenched around him had Copia barreling towards his release. With a wanton cry of his own, he let go and pulled out of you as you fell forward, your hands catching your fall as he painted his spend all over your back. 

Collapsing onto the bed, breathing heavily, you felt Copia leave, but were too cock-drunk to fully care. It wasn’t until you felt a cool cloth on your back did you realize he went to get something to clean you up. 

“I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?” he asked with a mix of concern and playfulness in his voice. 

You shook your head. “Fuck, no. That was…” you laughed. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

“There are still some things you don’t know about me, amore.” Once he finished, he leaned down to kiss your shoulder. “You can have it all with me, you know,” he murmured. You turned to face him, but he got up to discard the washcloth in the hamper. 

Taking advantage of this pause, you crawled up to your side of the bed and got under the covers. Copia turned off the light and followed suit, encouraging you to lay your head on his chest. “Do you… feel better now?” you asked, mindlessly tracing his tattoo.

“Do you?”

“It’s not about me. I care about what you’re feeling,” you sighed, a hint of frustration leaving your body along with the exhale.

“It is about you, though,” he said softly, taking your hand in his.

Hesitantly, you nodded. “I feel… closer to you… so, yeah. I think I do feel better in that way.”

“Bene. I think we needed that,” he hummed.

A brief silence fell over the both of you. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t the most comfortable. You could still sense the elephant in the room, even if it was taking its leave. Exhaustion was starting to take over and you wondered how much sleep you would be able to get before the events of tomorrow.

“Copia?” 

“Hmm?”

“Should I be… Do you think tomorrow, the first ritual, will go okay?” There was a shyness in your voice, you sounded so small.

“Of course,” he chuckled. “Summoning a ghoul will be a walk in the park for you, especially already being so connected to them. You, cara mia, have nothing to worry about. I, for one, am not worried at all. Well, at least not about that.”

“What do you mean…?” you questioned, fearing what there was he of all people would be worried about regarding this.

“I’ll soon be taking over, filling in as Papa until they deem me worthy of the official title.” 

“Wait, what?” you asked, shocked, as you moved, propping yourself on one arm to look down at him.

“You deserve to know what’s about to happen… During his last performance… they’re officially revoking Terzo as Papa. His time is over. Between his–”

“You don’t need to explain why, I know…” you interrupted as you laid your head back down on his chest. “I’m still worried about the ritual tomorrow. What if I–” you started, trying to change the subject.

“Just rest now, get some sleep. I have the utmost faith in you,” he encouraged, punctuating his sentiments with a kiss on your forehead. 

Giving him a gentle squeeze, you nodded, using this as an opportunity to turn onto your side to face away from him. This was going to destroy Terzo. To strip him of his title, publically, doing the one thing that gave him a purpose… You couldn’t let Copia see how your brow furrowed with worry. 

All along, you knew how this would play out. You knew that while you had a choice, there was really only one option.

Yes, you were Copia’s now, but deep down you knew, he would never truly be yours.

part x | part xii

[emeritus-fuckers]

OH WAIT!

Hear me out... Repugnant and letting reader top/dom for the first time??? What do they like when the roles are switched?

Repugnant being topped by their s/o for the first time

Mary Goore (they/them)

Bottom in denial.

It's not so much that they think they're a top, they're just convinced they're much more top leaning than they actually are, while they're much better at bottoming.

Basically, this bitch lets you do pretty much anything you please.

They like it rough. Actually, they love it rough. You can literally abuse them and they'll love it.

Honestly, do absolutely anything to them, but the meaner you are, the better.

They'll thrive in it. They're a complete fucking masochist.

In denial about their need for aftercare, but they'll go with it if that's what you want.

DD Sars (he/him; fwb, not s/o)

You either took him by surprise, managed to turn a situation around completely when he was teasing you or managed to get him really needy.

Either way, this bitch will be so in denial it's frustrating.

He's so unnecessarily aggressive it doesn't make sense, honestly.

Even meaner than he is when he tops.

Either rail him stupid or be painfully soft and sweet, and you'll get him in tears.

He's very clingy for an hour or so afterwards.

Will deny it if you even dare bring it up. Will also get very pissy if you try to leave too soon.

G. Grotesque (he/him)

Honestly, he prefers it this way.

He likes feeling loved and cared for.

Soft dom this man. He will melt completely.

And tear up, muttering about how much he loves you with the cutest pouts and whimpers.

Hold his pretty face and tell him how well he's doing.

He's the sweetest sub imaginable.

Be nice to him. Give him all the kisses.

He's gonna be so adorably clingy afterwards, you'd have to be a heartless monster to not love him.

G.'s the type of person you can never really get enough of. You always end up coming back, even if just to hang out.

E. Forcas (he/him)

He really trusts you for this to happen.

He likes in gentle. He's only not gentle when it comes to his drums. He's a beast when it comes to his instrument.

But in bed and in a relationship, he's a complete softie. He's awkward, but a sweetheart.

He won't admit it, but he'd love it if you were gentle and maybe... just maybe, possibly dabble in body worship just a tiny little bit...?

He likes being kissed all over, it's something that G. does when he notices that E.'s tired.

This man is the softest service top usually. Give him the same treatment he gives you.

He deserves the love. Give him all the love.

Yes, I have a favorite.

~

Written by Nosferatu.

Taglist: @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @callmeicaro @thecuriouss @thermodynamic-comedian @vampyrolesbos

[osiiiris]

Cocoon [Papa Emeritus III x Cardinal Copia -Non related- OS]

Just me practicing fluff (and embarrassed at the moment). Born to be a ficlet, died as a whole one shot. Am I really surprised? If you enjoy old men softly making out, that’s the place for you. A very special thanks to @van-goghs-smoking-skull for the amazing beta assistance done on this text ❤️‍🔥

Rating: smut, slash, sex, domestic fluff, oral sex, anal sex, anal fingering, porn with plot, porn with feeling, romance, nsfw, established relationship, soft Dom!Terzo, Sub!Copia, Copia is an expert housewife, Terzo is… Terzo.

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Papa Emeritus III (non related)

Words: 4.314

Summary: Just Papa Emeritus III and Cardinal Copia enjoying some alone time in their new residence after a long tour. Work outside, cuddles in.

>> AO3, Wattpad or down here 👇🏻

It had been several months since Copia had issued the ultimatum in that small tour bus kitchen.

"We need a house.", he burst out suddenly, flicking his cigarette into the plastic ashtray almost with relief.

"I don't recall us sleeping under bridges." Terzo lifted his gaze from the newspaper and fixed it on Copia, raising his eyebrows so he could look over his reading glasses. Then, without a word more, he returned to the newspaper with renewed interest.

"Terzo?"

"Copia... why do you want another house?" He put down the newspaper, conceding to him the attention he clearly demanded. Out of the window, Ghouls and roadies were preparing the stage for the soundcheck.

"I want a house," he emphasized. "But a real house. Our own house."

Terzo lifted the newspaper again, this time more interested and thoughtful. "A house?" he asked. "An entire house? Just for the two of us?"

Copia nodded vigorously. Not that Terzo was surprised; after all, it wasn't the first time they had planned something like this. Usually, it was just idle talk that ended up going nowhere. "The time is ripe." claimed Copia. 

Terzo was Papa, it was his right to demand the purchase of a new property, and Copia certainly wouldn't let that opportunity slip away. As the years passed, they both started feeling the natural need men often desire after a life well-lived: an equally well-deserved rest, made of simple things and good company -. perhaps a book to read in front of a fireplace at night, instead of the wild parties they started to lack energy for.

"You're the Papa," he had insisted, swirling the spoon in the coffee cup he had prepared. That was a point he never stressed enough. "We said we would do it when you became Papa."

"Yes, but... let's take things slowly." Terzo had restrained. "The Church already owns other residences, and we should discuss it with Imperator, the others-"

"You're the Papa. You can and you will.", he retorted, sticking to his point. Then, he raised a finger, reconsidering, "No, wait, I'll tell Imperator. She trusts me more than you."

Terzo gave him one last resigned look, "You really have no tact, you know?"

And so it was that, a few months later, while Copia was busy with the real estate agent discussing the tranquility of the area and the good condition of the house, Terzo preferred to wander through the rooms alone, already imagining what their own house could look like. He could already see Copia fully immersed in the role of interior designer, choosing all the furniture and colors to decorate their little kingdom. He envisioned scenes of unusual everyday life, like a breakfast prepared together or a night spent close in their bed, in their room, without pressure and without restrictions.

Convincing Imperator that the pontiff was growing old and tired and needed a secluded residence to recover after the long tours where he could relax in privacy and silence, had been moderately easy. If Terzo had assisted in their meeting, he wouldn't have spoken to him for a whole day for having used his age again to justify his requests. After all, he wasn't that much older than him. And if he tried to bring up that bothersome rumor about him dying his hair to cover the white roots, it would have been even more catastrophic. Nobody seemed to believe his explanation that he was just reviving the color. 

However, it had worked, and the end always justifies the means, right?

The house was well-ventilated, bright, and spacious, made comfortable by the warm tones of wood. Perhaps it was a bit too large for just two people, but they would certainly find enough space for parties or some star-like indulgence, such as a game room or a personalized gym, giving a purpose to that couple of spare rooms.

The completely glass structure overlooking the garden, which initially seemed like a small greenhouse, was actually a bathroom, complete with a large bathtub and a shower prominently displayed for "true lovers of privacy," as Terzo sarcastically remarked.

How could one not love a house with the toilet on display?

If Copia hadn't come back to him reporting the long-awaited positive outcome, he probably would have been the one begging him to buy it.

**

Copia waited for Terzo's return like a loyal dog awaits its human, with his nose up in the air behind the door.

He had been there for days, accompanied by a group of Siblings, to prepare the house and ensure that Papa had everything he needed for those well-deserved days of rest after such a demanding tour. It was the perfect excuse to be the first person he would see upon his return, and it had been even easier sending away all the collaborators before his arrival. Papa will be very tired and not inclined to have people around, of course… Inventing problems to find solutions had been one of the skills that brought him to the highest ranks of the Clergy, after all.

While following him during a few stops of the European tour was a relatively easy task, the American leg was a far more complicated matter. His services were needed more at the Ministry than in Papa's entourage, so the Cardinal had spent those weeks of excited expectation planning every detail, meticulously creating their little nest. He had required a surprising quantity of scented candles and soft pillows for the sofa, for evenings spent curled up together sharing tender moments—or indulging in carnal sins, depending on the mood. He had also needed a complete assortment of creams and toiletries to meet both of their shower routines, bottles of wine to celebrate his return… just the basics to make the night, or the morning, or whenever they pleased, comfortable enough to take all the time and freedom to make love wherever they wanted, without the usual furtive glances toward the door, anxious that someone might knock at any moment, especially at the most inconvenient times. Pots and pans were there for when they would wake up in the morning, hungry and inspired for a late breakfast. The food storage he had arranged would have probably been enough for a whole month, but he wanted to be prepared for any request the Papa might have had during those days...

Then, the metallic sound of the engine moving and tires running over the gravel had distracted him from that daydreaming. 

He observed the black car pulling into the driveway from the window, and it felt like that day, many years ago, when Cardinal Terzo had irradiated him with his presumptuous aura at their first meeting, already feeling like the star he had become years after; hard not to fall for his raven hair and cumbersome personality. 

First his shoe appeared from the bottom of the car door, landing on the gravel of the walkway, then his hair emerged at the top of it, and as he fully stepped out of the car, his entire figure materialized, pausing just long enough to adjust his coat against the gentle breeze that tousled his hair. He promptly slicked it back with a natural gesture so familiar to the Cardinal. 

His more casual attire made him look less like a cult leader and more like a strange type of business man. For as much as Copia loved his casual look, there was nothing that could save him from the shivers he felt at black masses, where his vestments made him look like a divinity manifesting on the pulpit. 

Terzo finally saw him at the door, the glimmer of a smile moved his lips. It was such a rare thing to see him smile.

The Cardinal efficiently grabbed two of his bags, just to speed up the unpacking process; he dismissed the driver and assistants and finally closed the door behind them.

"Home, finally." Terzo sighed, relieved. He slid off his gloves and looked around, curious about what the Cardinal had prepared for him. It was a strange sensation not to hear the constant murmur of the Ministry residents or find himself surrounded by Clergy figures and Siblings of Sin, finally feeling the trappings of the rockstar fading away as he entered the driveway.

"How are you?" Copia helped him take off his coat, in that respectful way that still betrayed an unnecessary professionalism, a hard-to-break habit.

"Hungry, If I have to be honest."

"Oh, great, I have prepared an asso-" But he soon felt something stopping his steps and his words. It was Terzo's arm, grabbing him by the waist, pulling him back against his body. "Where are you going?" and only in that moment did they share a proper kiss, in that way Terzo had to just reassure him that, though time had passed, his passion had never faded with it.

He had to credit Copia for the merit of that idea. He had managed to create a sense of family that they had never been able to experience before.

Living at the Ministry was both an honor and a burden; it had been their home for the larger part of their lives, but as time passed, they found themselves craving silence and the absence of obligations hanging over their heads. They longed for something that could make them feel like individuals and not just replaceable parts of something bigger.

The topic of work was only touched in view of some imminent commitment when Terzo was on break; this evening is no different, aside from the adventures Terzo had brought with him during those nearly three months of uninterrupted touring, shared along with a bottle of good wine. For the rest of the time, they were just simple men or, at least, for a small part of the year they could allow themselves the illusion of being so.

Copia had tried to say something deep on the matter, but Terzo had silenced him with his lips, tasting the intense flavor of wine in his mouth. There was no need to overthink, not that night. "We have an inauguration to celebrate." Terzo breathed on his freshly kissed lips, his arm still tightly around his shoulders.

They then rose from the couch where they had settled after a lavish dinner —cooked by Copia, as Terzo's hands were perfect everywhere except on the stove— to roll into their bed without clothes and without even closing the door, because they could.

On the way to the bedroom, Terzo spared no compliments for anything they encountered along their path, gradually freeing Copia from his cassock, starting with the belt, then the tunic, the shirt underneath, all while taking every opportunity to praise the choice of plants, the arrangement of books, the positioning of chairs, so meticulously studied in every detail! He alternated sweet comments with sweet kisses on his skin as he uncovered it.

Maybe a bit too sweet for his standards…

Copia stopped to take a good, suspicious look at him. "Why do I have a feeling that you are about to ask me for a favor?"

"Because I am actually about to do it." Terzo moved his chin to indicate something beyond the bed, "The wardrobe. I may need half of yours. Or a new one."

Copia rubbed his face with his hand, smiling faintly "Or a whole dressing room… How could I underestimate your vanity."

"Don't rush, we have time. It must have been tiring planning all this, ordering stuff, choosing the colors of the curtains…" he kissed him, sucking his lips lightly before a last, soft lip touch, "looks like you need a break too."

"There is only one task missing from the list…" and with a gentle pressure on his chest, he flipped positions, finding himself knelt on the bed, "Let me take care of you." As he always had, by the way. Sometimes you can't get rid of your profession even in the most intimate moment, and taking care of Papa was the best job Copia may have ever dreamt of.

He freed Terzo's arms from the shirt, pulling off one arm at time in a deliberate slow way, then kissed the back of his hand, like he had seen Terzo do countless times. He then placed it on his chest so that he could caress him; an excuse for Terzo to quickly reach to his back and pull him closer, enough to kiss his navel by lifting a bit on his elbow.

"Have you practiced while I was away?", his hand still on the Cardinal's back.

"I learned from the best teacher."

Copia leaned towards him, but Terzo swiftly met his lips halfway, as if waiting for Copia to bow down to meet him was too much wasted time.

Then, he quickly ran his hands down his stomach and a little below, to reach and unbuckle the button of Papa's trousers, hearing him hiss when his fingers lightly traveled along his hardening length, in an accidental caress, while unzipping them all the way down. The Cardinal hadn't even slid them midway through his legs yet when he - literally - rubbed his face in the middle of them, impatient, inhaling that scent he had waited so long to smell again. He breathed him in through his boxers, letting his tongue taste the fabric and the damp skin beneath it. Terzo's breath trembled, his neck extended until his head touched the wood of the bed frame behind it while holding onto Copia's hair like he was on the edge of a ravine, about to fall, inviting him to press more against his bulge, even if there was no need to.

The Cardinal didn't have to move away that much to slide down that last barrier between his lips and the pontiff's bare skin; in fact, he rested his lips and chin on the soft trail of hair that marked the way from his navel to the warm flesh he just uncovered, keeping his eyes gazing up to Terzo's.

The pontiff could only breathe out an honest 'Oh…' for that long awaited freedom.

Copia kissed the sides of that growing erection the way he used to kiss his neck, with the same devotion, lips sucking his skin with generous smacks at every suction; his curious tongue, a wet serpent licking all the way from base to top and down again, after twirling on his dripping tip, in an obscene display of desire.

"Don't torture me, Cardinal…" 

It sounded like a prayer; he just knew how Copia could go on for hours with just kissing and teasing laps. Terzo's lips fell open, swallowing a weak moan when he saw his glans pressed between Copia's lips, his voice surprisingly high pitched. 

The Cardinal's tongue showed up to caress his head once more, before Terzo let go of a liberating sigh when he got swallowed whole by Copia's warm throat, sucking him in and out a few times.

"I want to suck you off in every single room of this house, on every surface, at every hour of day and night…" Copia breathed out on his tense skin, finally dropping the glamor he loved to cover himself with.

A shadow of a weak smirk moved the corner of Terzo's lips up, meanwhile stroking his hair gently. They had now lost their elegant hairstyle, and it was a rarity only Terzo could brag, to see him disheveled like that. "Looks like you already have plans for my retirement."

"Oh, it involves some of my favorite activities."

"Can I have a little spoiler?"

Copia took his time to give a last, long goodbye kiss to his cock, before kneeling on the bed to finally take off his own trousers, and the underwear soon after, revealing a vigorous erection he couldn't help but leisurely stroke a couple of times.

Their body shape was similar but with details that made them unique. Where Terzo was still lean and agile, even though smoothed with time, Copia was a bit more muscular, although less defined, but only because he was a bit more filled out than him, his waist and shoulders slightly wider.

The years had softened the meat on his belly, the same way age had done with Copia's. When kneeling, the muscle of the Cardinal's legs contracted, showing up in a fascinating hump. Terzo loved to touch them, feeling them stiff under his palm.

Papa's hand was wrapped around his leg at that very moment, caressing it from behind. He pulled back when Copia sat on his heels, spread thighs, leaning back enough to disclose his most private part - well, not so private to Terzo. He guided his hand down, lower than his sex, until he reached for his entrance, teasing himself with his fingers; his erection rested stiff on his belly.

Terzo fixed on his focused expression while he prepared for him, framed by the hair now freely falling at the sides of his face and on his eyes, giving him an unusual, youthful look; he could see his face contort in a different way as deeper his fingers disappeared inside him. He loved the way pleasure manifested on his face, so limpid and readable. The urge to ravish him and be the source of those blissful expressions was aching between his thighs.

"No, wait…", he said, unsurprisingly, looking at him tilting his head back, moaning for that self-given pleasure; he had just started to move his hips against his own hand. "Turn."

The sweetest of orders.

Before Copia could give him his back, they shared a deep but soft kiss that tasted like trust and stable habits. The hand on the Cardinal's back, sliding between his shoulder blades and down on his lower back, was a gentle request to lower the shoulders a bit more and arch better for him. Since he was already there, he squeezed his butt on his way to his entrance, more like a slap than a caress. He pressed lightly, testing his resistance, finding easy permission to fill him with one finger and, with a bit of work, a second one too.

With no rush, no need to impress anyone, a sequence of smooth movements they had learnt with time and practice.

"I must admit…" Copia tried to say, "That the event of your retirement would be -oh! Not that dreadful to me…"

Terzo flicked his eyes down at him for a moment, then twisted his fingers inside him. Copia exploded in a harsh groan. "I thought you wanted to keep the work outside." Then, another twist, to which he added a generous stroke on the base of his cock, squeezing it to a point Copia must have felt uncomfortable, by the way he cried again, "I could consider these words a betrayal."

"Will you punish me, your Unholiness?" Copia's tone was cracked by panting and struggling, but slightly hopeful.

Terzo took his time to ponder the possibility. "No." He simply declared; and that was his punishment.

He cruelly kissed Copia on his back, between his shoulder blades, before finally positioning behind him. He spat on his dick and rubbed it against the Cardinals distended entrance, pressing in slowly. Copia let his legs part wider, patiently waiting for Terzo to fill him, squirming and clinging to the bedsheets when he finally did; his mouth fell open, alternating mute moans and irregular panting, hardly breathing with the side of his face pressed on the mattress.

Almost fully leaning over his back, enveloping him from behind, Terzo started to stroke his cock to grant him every kind of relief he desperately carved, indulging on the head of his erection, so wet with precum, easily stroked by the ring of his fingers speeding the rhythm around it. The faster he trusted in him, the faster he stroked his cock, as if it was his own.

"All for me…" Copia managed to say with what was left of his breath "Can-can you imagine? This everyday…fucking me everyday…"

That was easy to imagine, especially while he was actually fucking him, eyes closed, gripping those hips made just for him, until they had reached the climax almost together, groaning as if it were a release.

Copia loved to hear his voice change in those moments; it looked like he had a whole set of tones only audible while he was experiencing pleasure. His voice went down at least an octave, relaxed, almost tired, a raspy sound that rebounded in his chest and down through his thighs, especially when he got to hear that voice - broken and needy - heavy breathing curses and filth straight in his ear, animalistic and coarse, like his last groan suppressed on the skin of his shoulder.

Sweaty and breathless, Terzo had collapsed onto Copia's body, who had caught his breath and then uttered those words, seemingly out of nowhere. Because in those moments, Copia tapped into the poetic vein that he usually infused into his passionate sermons.

He said, "In a way, we are luckier than regular people because they have serenity right under their noses and are never happy. We have to struggle to reach even a bit of peace, but at least we know how to be. We really understand the value of it." 

Terzo hadn't said anything because, even if he wanted to find the right words to reply, he wouldn't have found them. So, they stayed silent for a while, then Copia resumed talking because he just couldn't keep his mouth shut for five straight minutes anyway.

If there was a spectrum in how the mind works, Terzo and Copia would stand on the opposite sides. 

Terzo, the pragmatic mind, was a man of action. He approached life with an impetuous attitude, even if his actions were often far from agreeable. 

Copia, on the other hand, was immersed in theory. Talking with him meant exploring the infinite chambers of his mind. There was no question how he found himself most comfortable between the walls of a library, engrossed in the pages of philosophy or historical books or indulging in deep conversations with the elder members of the Clergy. Terzo often described his way of getting lost in his thought with the "well" metaphor he himself had invented: inside Copia's head there was a well he descended every time he got silent when exploring a certain concept, chasing every idea and possibility with his little wooden bucket, sitting at the bottom of it; then, all of a sudden, he’d emerge with the product of his reflection, which never failed to enrich the dynamic of their contrasting relationship.

"...And you know that some butterflies live on average from a few hours to a week? Some even longer, but it doesn't matter because they still don't last long... Anyway, in those few days, they manage to live a complete life. Have you ever thought that when we're together, even just for ten minutes, it's like we have everything we need to live a whole life? In a week that we spend in this house, alone, it's like we truly live another life, in which nothing is missing... don't you think?"

But Terzo didn't respond even then. Copia had always been curious about nature and animals, he had probably been fascinated by one of his last readings. He didn't even realize that it was a genuine question until Copia repeated it to him, but he still didn't answer. Not that he didn't want to, but he didn't feel the need to respond. It was nice that Copia said it, and it was nice to listen to it... It was nice that those words hung suspended between them, and that was enough.

That was how they had fallen asleep, and how they had woken up. Or at least, that's how Terzo had woken up, with that sense of serenity and complete life running through his veins..

Then they got up to prepare breakfast, and... Terzo's phone rang.

Copia patiently waited for him to pick it up, gazing at him as he rolled his eyes at whatever name was on the screen, then walked out to the patio to respond. He observed Terzo pacing up and down the perimeter of the platform through the windows before greeting him with a resentful, "We said no work while we're here." when he returned.

Terzo sighed, "I know, but unfortunately, my phone's signal still reaches here."

"... Mars would have been a better choice, then."

Terzo looked at him, raising an eyebrow. "For what?"

"For the two of us. I'm pretty sure there's no signal there." Copia replied. He then attempted to take a bite of a cookie, which he had probably soaked in milk for too long, as half of it fell back into the cup just as he tried to bite into it.

Terzo didn't know it, but that morning, Copia woke up thinking about how they had ended up in that house. It was something that, in a way, reassured him, reflecting on how their relationship had solidified over the years. He was somewhat curious to know if Mars was still an alternative to consider or if what they had was more than enough.

Anyway, Terzo chuckled, amused, getting up to place his coffee cup in the sink while still emptying its contents. Copia, after staring at the half-cookie still between his fingers with disappointment, had finally given up, tossing it back into the cup.

"You've let the conversations with Primo go to your head..."

And he was right. Because there was no reason to go to Mars when everything they needed was in their little life in their little cocoon. A life within a life, which found its release only in a few days of complete serenity within those walls of pale orange, the dark gray roof, and windows with white wood.

Just a few days, but enough for a complete existence. Just like butterflies.

[feralghxuls]

Body and Blood

Rating: Explicit/Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings

Pairing: Swiss/Rain

Tags: Blood and gore, Blood, Biting, Dom/sub, Under-negotiated Kink, It falls within established boundaries however, Dom Swiss, Sub Rain, Subspace, Anal sex, Aftercare offscreen, Snowballing

Summary: Ever since Swiss bit Rain's throat while he was possessed, Rain hasn't been able to stop thinking about it. He needs Swiss to bite him again, this time without the possession. (Follow-up to Devoured by Shadows)

Words: 4,525

Swiss hasn’t seen Rain since the evening before, when Ifrit had poked his head into the common room and Swiss had bounced up from his seat and followed Ifrit to his room. He’d crashed there, though they hadn’t gotten much sleeping done, and the waking bell had come far too soon. Still, they’d made it to the dining hall in time for breakfast, and had parted ways; Ifrit off to his table with Zephyr and Ivy and Swiss to the room off the main hall where the band ghouls and Copia ate, separate from the rest of the abbey’s occupants.

 From the doorway, Swiss finds Rain immediately; searching for him in a room has been second nature for so long now he hardly realizes he’s doing it anymore. He’s at his spot at the table already, with Mountain and Cirrus further down, but it doesn’t look like he’s talking with them, just sitting quietly with his hands folded in his lap. His tail hangs down through the back of the chair, relaxed except for the quiet intermittent flicking of the tip, and his ears are limp, head tipped slightly down. Maybe Swiss should be concerned for his mate’s body language, perhaps worried that something is wrong, but he’s not. He doesn’t need to be.

There’s a thin band of metal around his throat, clasped with a small lock at the back of his neck. Swiss zeroes in on it, a rush of possessive heat and affection flooding him. He feels a little drunk on it as his feet carry him straight to the table, completely ignoring the other ghouls scattered around the room. Usually, he’d bounce around between the rest of them, greeting and chittering until the last second before the meal starts. 

Today, though, he’s got blinders on. The only thing in this room that matters is Rain and that collar around his throat and what it means to both of them. He comes to a stop behind Rain’s chair, leaning over him to press his cheek to Rain’s as he curls his body around him, arms crossing loosely over his chest as he presses a kiss into his hair. It could have been an innocuous greeting hug, but it’s not and Rain knows it. His tail curls around Swiss’s thigh almost before his arms settle around him, and Rain leans his head back against Swiss as he skims one hand up Rain’s body to splay against the front of his throat, the other flat against his chest, right over his heart. Swiss stays there for a long moment, narrowing his senses down until the noise in the room fades away and it's just the spiced, warm scent of a submissive Rain, collared of his own volition, his heartbeat hammering under Swiss's palm and the soft hitch of his breath, followed by his throat bobbing as he swallows twice in quick succession. Swiss is purring right into Rain’s ear, and just when the soft answering rumble starts up, he lets out a soft growl and drops his head down to ghost his teeth across the skin of his neck, deliberately catching a fang on the edge of the collar. A promise of what’s to come. When he draws back, it’s slow and lingering, letting his hands drift over Rain’s body, never fully retreating into his own space as he settles into his chair, leaving one hand to rest on Rain’s thigh.

Rain sways slightly in his seat, one ear flicking towards Swiss. Neither of them say anything, but Swiss takes a slow, deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent wafting off of him, subtle enough that it could be missed if you weren’t deeply familiar with it. Swiss, of course, could pinpoint this scent from his lifemate a mile away, and right now it’s taking all his willpower not to bury his nose into Rain’s neck again and drown himself in it. 

He'd caught a good noseful a moment ago though, and it's enough to make it easy to cling to that soft scent even through the haze of all the others, almost as good as straight from the source. Still, Swiss is aware of the coy little smirk Cirrus is directing at them and feels a spark of pride in his chest, feels the urge to pull Rain into his lap just to make the message absolutely clear. He doesn’t get the chance to show Rain off like this often, even more rarely when he’s not expecting it. He knows very well what a rarity this is, that Rain is broadcasting any of this at all, but he knows the rules and he won't push them. He’s already deep in thought, abandoning any attention to his surroundings in favor of planning out what he’s going to do to him later, so the soft touch of Rain’s hand on his wrist startles him. He looks over to meet Rain’s soft gaze, sees the intention behind it just as it clicks that he’s pressing something into the palm of his hand, something small and body-warm and metal. A key. The key to his collar.

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Happy Halloween! Chapter 2: Perverted Are Your Wishes And Dreams

Summary: Copia and Sarah are back to his room. She finally shows him her surprise and Copia takes the lead when she gets nervous about her plan. They, well, have lots of sexy fun. As always, there's fluff at the end.

Italian help provided by the wonderful @foxybouquet

Part of the ending was inspired by one of @delulluart's Ghinktober drawings: Day 23. Their art is amazing! Check them out if you haven't.

Paring: Cardinal Copia | Dracopia X OC [Sarah]

Words: 5.9k

Tags: mature/explicit! Established relationship, roleplay [copia calls himself "papa"]; Smut; oral sex[m and f receiving], dom/sub undertones, safe word discussion; vaginal sex, doggy style, face-sitting, squirting, over stimulation, aftercare, fluff, blood drinking

I... This is probably the filthiest thing i've written. ENJOY!

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PART 1

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When they returned to Copia’s apartment, their lips were already bruised and puffy from a passionate make-out he initiated in front of his door; he was unable to wait until they retreated inside before beginning his horny rampage. When he saw his door, Copia grabbed Sarah and pushed her back against it with a thud, leaning in to capture her lips with his, biting lightly and taking her lips in his teeth as he pushes his body to hers. She nearly drops the pellegrina in her hands, overcome with the press of his hips to hers. Sarah gasps when she feels the hardness between his legs as he slowly grinds on her. His hand desperately hits around his door behind her, looking for the handle to twist open so they can go inside.

Once inside, Copia pawed his hands around her dress, tugging and pinching anywhere he could find to figure out how to take it off so he could see the prize underneath. Sarah pleaded for him to step back so she could remove it herself, asking if she could go to the bathroom to take it off and walk out to give a grand reveal. She managed to convince him by saying he could pass the time and undress himself while she was away for the short pause.

“Keep the cape, though.” Sarah said with a wink before she closed the door.

Removing her shoes, cassock dress, the borrowed necklace, and biretta headband, Sarah left everything else on. The fixes the bra and garter belt and smooths out the stockings. She can’t wait ‘till she gets all of this mesh off of her body if she’s being honest. Her hands tug at the gloves, fidgeting. Stalling; now aware that she has to face the music. She gives herself a silent pep talk and runs her hands through her hair to comb it out a bit after she removed her dress. The black lip line Sarah put on is now long gone and she debates reapplying, pursing her lips in the mirror as she thinks about it.

There’s a knock on the door and Sarah jumps.

Copia’s muffled voice sounds through the door. “Sarah? Is everything ok, amore mio?”

“Yes! I was just… giving you time to undress!” Damn his vampiric senses she thinks as she shakes her head.

“We don’t have to do anything tonight, if you’ve changed your mind.”

Sarah smiles fondly to herself. “No! It’s fine I just… got nervous. Not in a bad way of course!” She wanted to be a temptress tonight and now she just feels timid.

“Put on my robe. You can take it off after you step out and we can do it together.” Copia suggests. It doesn’t sound like a bad idea and she moves to grab the blue satin robe hanging on the back of the bathroom door.

After tying the belt around her, leaving a small teaser of the top of a bra cup visible with an off-shoulder look, she puts her hand on the door handle and turns it, cracking the door open until she can be seen fully in front of him. She slides her hand slowly up the door frame and leans against it, propping her other hand on her waist in an attempt to look seductive. “Hello, Copia.” She finds him looking back at her with a loving gaze, wearing nothing but the cape. When Sarah’s eyes wander down his body, admiring his freckly skin and soft hairy chest, she blushes lightly at the sight of his cock. He’s very hard and flushed a similar shade of red. Their extended foreplay tonight has left him leaking around the tip and she wants so badly to reach out and touch him but her hands are frozen in their places.

Copia smiles, reaching out to one of the belt ends. He knows that one slight tug would undo the knot so he looks to Sarah for a go-ahead. He nods his head to the side, asking for her to move out of the doorway and further into the room. It feels like their first time together, excited anticipation fills the room and by Satan he’s going to make sure she feels comfortable with whatever they do.

Copia wiggles the satin tie and looks up into Sarah’s eyes. “May I?” he asks and she nods. He pulls, the knot coming undone with the barest of tugs. He moves the belt out of the way, letting the fabric fall open naturally around her. The sliver of mesh he sees is enough to have him let out a groan. His already hard cock standing at attention throbs at the sight. Copia involuntarily bites his lip as his eyes flick up and down her body. The more satin he pushes aside, the heavier his breathing gets. “Bellissima angelo.” Copia’s hands rise to cup her face and the soft, smooth leather on her skin makes Sarah close her eyes.

She lets out an unexpected breath of relief. Sarah may not know a ton of Italian, but she definitely understood the gist of what he just said. “Kiss me, please, Copia.” He obliges, surging forward with a breath-stealing kiss to her lips. They lick into each other’s mouths, getting lost in the delicate yet excited show of affection. Sarah’s hands grab on to the sides of the cape as he pours his love into her. They soon part, Sarah needing to breathe more air into her lungs. Copia’s begins to push the robe off of her body and in seconds the fabric pools around her feet like a satiny puddle.

There’s a shift in Copia’s eyes and she can see it, feel it as he moves to hold her hand. He takes charge, pulling her to the bed to sit on the edge. All Sarah can do is watch as he grabs her still gloved hand, rising it before saying “Can you see, amore mio?”; he politely spits in her hand and wraps her palm over the head of his cock, closing it down around him. He slowly spreads his leaking precome and spit around the tip before moving down to stroke over his shaft. He jumps slightly from the light touch and the slow glide he’s set helps to bring some relief to him. His hand on hers, Copia sets the pace while she stares up at him in wonder. “Senti che duro che sono per te.” he breathes deep. “Feel, ah, what you do to me by simply existing as you are. You don’t need to do anything for me to want you.” His voice is raspy, already losing composure.

Sarah licks her lips and clears her throat. “I wanted to be good for you; to do something sexy and new tonight for us.” She experiments, wiggling her fingers around him and he hums, stuttering low in his chest as she continues to slide up and down around him. But I got scared.

Copia’s hand constricts hers around his cock just a bit more and he leans his head back with a gravely sigh. Sarah’s hand covered in leather feels different on him than if it were his. He’s familiar with the sensation from his own gloved hand but her nimble fingers make Copia’s eyes roll back slightly as she strokes easily around him. “You’re always so good for me, yes. Such a good Cardinal…” he curses, feeling lightheaded as his orgasm builds. “So good for your Papa.” Copia chuckles low at the small surprised gasp that escapes Sarah’s lips while her hand falters.

“Papa?” Her eyes are wide open, mouth parted slightly.

“Yes.” Copia pants, feeling his cock twitch. He’s so close after finally having her hands on him from a night of relentless teasing. “Papa Emeritus the Fourth. And you, my devoted, doting cardinal, should receive my first unholy communion.” His free hand moves to cup her face, his thumb sliding to Sarah’s parted lips. He looks down to find her trembling in anticipation and the smell of her arousal floats around him, spurring him on. Filthy little thing, she’s so into it he thinks. “However, I don’t think you’re showing me enough reverence, Cardinal. I need you to show me you mean it.”

“I-“ she swallows. A soft whine leaves her lips. “I would be so honored, Papa.” Sarah breathes. An jolt of pleasure is shot down to her cunt as a heat pools in her stomach. He’s exuding the power and confidence a would-be Papa should poses and she’s very attracted to it, to him. His eyes burn into hers and she can’t look away; Sarah thinks she can feel his green and white irises on her skin as he watches her below.

Copia’s thumb rubs some of her saliva around her lips, coaxing them to open wide. “Then beg me for it.” He growls, his voice lowering as he looks deep into her eyes.

“Oh, please.” Sarah brings her other hand up, moving them into a praying hands gesture as she takes over pumping around him. His hips shift forward, following the direction of her palms, resting the head of his cock in front of her lips and she leans forward to give it a few tentative licks, then moving to place tender, open-mouthed kisses around him while maintaining eye contact with Copia. Whispered pleas leave her lips in-between loving kisses.

Sarah hums around his salty taste as she closes her eyes and Copia rumbles a deep, toe-curling moan as he leans back, thrusting slightly towards her mouth. Between the pleasure of her lips and hands on him, he feels the tight coil of pleasure ready to burst. “Open, C-Cardinal, and receive m-my ah! Cazzo!” The coil springs free as he unloads a thick stream of come onto Sarah’s tongue. His breaths come gravely as Copia’s body is overtaken by a warm buzz spreading from head to toe as pleasure takes over.

She swallows as much of his release as she can, whispering a few soft “Thank you”s against the tip of his cock as she massages her palms around Copia, helping to soothe him through his high. Sarah looks up with a messy smile as she caresses him, finding Copia to be grinning with his head leaning back as he breathes through the sensations.

“Thank you, tesoro mio.” Copia softly strokes her cheek before moving his hands back over hers, stopping her hands before removing them. He drops down unceremoniously onto his knees, cringing lightly at one of his joints popping and Sarah laughs, a small bubble of happiness that he cherishes nonetheless. Copia holds her face with delicate hands as he leans in to kiss her, tasting his spend on her tongue as he quietly thanks her for her devotion once again.

He leans to the side, grabbing a few tissues from the nightstand and wipes her face to clear off the rest of his come. A small kiss is placed on her cheek and he lifts Sarah’s hands in front of him, biting his teeth down in the tip of her index finger. Slowly, he drags the supple leather from her hands and does the same to his. “Should we get this off?” Copia asks, tracing his finger along the top of her bra cup.

“There’s a clasp, behind.” Sarah rasps, pointing behind her back. He nods, leaning in to kiss her again while he reaches behind her back to undo the hooks and quickly the contraption falls limp in front of her. He tugs it away, pressing his lips to the free expanse of skin. “Copia.” She breathes, leaning her head back, pulling him closer as he kisses down from her shoulder to sternum. He tilts his head to the side to place small pecks on either side of her breasts, dragging his fangs across the soft, sensitive skin as he moves his mouth around her chest. She giggles as she feels Copia’s mustache tickle on her once again while he worships her.

“Lie back for me.” Copia whispers, nudging her to fall back into the mattress, leaving her legs bent over the side, spread open for him to move closer. Copia can see the shiny collection of her desire through the fabric of her panties, and he leans in, mouthing at the taste. Sarah whimpers above him when she feels the vibrations of his hum and he smiles, his hands moving up to grip her hips. He tugs lightly at the waistband as he pulls back slightly. “What about these?”

“Sna-aps!” Sarah yelps, not expecting Copia to lean back down to lick and suck on her through the fabric. “T-there’s snaps on the sides. They should come, ohhmmmm, come apart with a light tug.” She grips the sheets tightly in her fists as he leans in further, building up her frustration. Her hips buck in small movements against his teasing mouth.

Copia leans back, smiling at the state of Sarah. Eyes closed, face scrunched, and her hips fidgeting now from the lack of contact. “Perfect. I don’t have to take these off to remove your underwear.” He strokes his hand across the garter belt and stockings. “I’d like to keep them for now.” Copia grins wickedly.

The waistband of her panties come apart with ease and he slides them off. Copia licks up the inside fabric, the side that went directly onto her skin, and inhales the unmistakable, intoxicating scent of her. He lifts her foot, pressing gentle kisses around her ankle and grazing over her soft mesh-covered leg with care. As he rises up her legs, his teeth press down, biting the plush skin of her thigh where she isn’t covered by fabric. He breaks skin, tasting the divine flavor of her blood and Sarah cries out a choked “Copia…”

His tongue laves at her bite as he drinks and Sarah can only let out soft mewls of pleasure-laced pain as the venom kicks in. Sarah grows wetter as Copia places a soft, appreciative kiss to the bite mark before beginning to roam his mouth elsewhere. He leaves faint bloody kisses in his path, drawing a trail up to her stomach.

He’s nearly hard again after recuperating from his first orgasm and he could come undone again from the taste of Sarah’s blood on his tongue but it’s the sight that greets him when he looks back down that has him twitching. With her legs spread open, he can see the enticing, glistening folds of her pussy and Copia dives right in, a sharp yelp of surprised pleasure squeaking out from Sarah as he licks and sucks her sweet juices straight from the source. Her hands shoot to his head, carding her fingers into his hair before she grips some his gray and brown strands for stability.

“Copia! Please…” Sarah whines as she rolls her hips towards him. His mouth slides down for his lips to roam around the entrance to her cunt. He pokes over it with a strong tongue while one of his hands rise to run his fingers over her clit for extra stimulation. “Fuck me! Don’t stop, please it feels so good. Don’t stop.” She cries out.

Copia’s other hand grips her hip holding on for leverage as he digs in further. He sucks and licks in a lust-fueled frenzy as her orgasm builds and builds until she’s spasming around his tongue with a high shout. Her thighs close in around Copia’s head as she rides up against his face, using him like an object to extend her bliss as she arches up from the bed. He hums around her, pleasured by the greedy way she’s using him to get off while he moves his head as much as he can with her hips. Copia’s mouth retreats when she opens her legs with an exhausted huff. He places tender pecks to her lips and clit as her breathing settles, the occasional whimper leaving her as she feels his mouth and now wet mustache over her over sensitive pussy.

He sits back, wiping his mouth. “Delicious, amore mio.” Copia smacks his mouth as he cleans his fingers. “I think I could go for seconds!”

He looks forward, hungry, baring his fangs with a dirty smile. With a surprising surge of energy, Sarah lifts herself onto her arms and moves further up into bed, turning to her stomach to crawl away. Her pussy is too sensitive! She couldn’t take any more right now! Copia laughs lowly behind her as she attempts to escape his amorous wrath, crawling behind her onto the mattress. She yelps, tired arms giving way to her weight and she falls forward as Copia grabs her by the hips from behind.

“Relax, I’ve got you.” Copia assures as he angles her ass up from the bed. His hand rubs over her back in soothing circles while he shushes her. “You wanted to be good for me, yes?” He asks her softly.

Sarah nods her head below. “Yes.” She mumbles into the sheets.

His hand glides lower down her back, veering to the side to softly squeeze over her ass cheek. She squeaks out and he laughs. “You know I wouldn’t ever hurt you, right? And you know what to do if I am?”

She nods. “I’m green, trust me. I just didn’t think I could handle more in that moment.”

“Bene.” Copia lightly taps lower down her cheek, smiling at the giggle that comes from Sarah’s mouth. “Are you ready now?” He leans forward, sliding his once again hard cock through her folds.

Sarah’s mouth opens slightly as a small moan comes out while she nods. “Yes, please, Copia. I want to feel you lingering on me when you’re not there.”

He grins behind her, settling in with his knees on the bed. “With pleasure.” Copia takes himself in hand and angles the head of his cock to the entrance of her plush, wet cunt. They revel in unison as he slowly pushes in, savoring the stretch his tongue could only dream of earlier. “You’re a gift from Satan, I’m sure of it at this point. How else would I have you in my life?” Copia’s head tilts back as he becomes lost in the feeling of her warm and snug around him. This angle deep inside her has him repeating Sarah’s name softly as if in prayer.

She pushes back slightly in a subtle attempt of friction and Copia halts her hips. He snaps one of Sarah’s garter straps against her skin and she squeaks. He grins behind her, letting out a dirty chuckle at her annoyed desperation. “Please move.” She whispers in frustration.

Copia grips her hips with a firm hand. “I hear you loud and clear, dolcezza.” He drags his cock back slowly before rolling his hips forward in with a sharp snap. She whines below, dropping her body further to the mattress. “Like that?” She ekes out a yes and he continues; a deep, gravely breath leaves him as he leans forward to put more of his weight into each thrust.

Each time he pushes back in, the force snaps the headboard against the wall and she feels the edges of his cape swatting against her legs. The small, soft touches of the cape’s fabric and the hair on his body to her skin contrast with the bruising hold Copia’s hands have on her. He bends down, lips pressing into any bit of her skin he can reach. Just under her shoulder, he latches on and bites down, drawing more blood to drink from her as he fucks deep into her cunt. He envelopes Sarah, covering her entire body with his while they groan together in pleasure. Copia’s arms wrap around her, clinging to her in their shared passion.

Sarah feels like she’s not in her body; all of her nerves tingle with a quickly approaching orgasm once again. More venom courses through her veins, heightening her senses while the delicious drag of Copia’s cock has her head spinning. She’s on the verge of tears from the sensations along with how much she needs to come again. “Please, I need to come.” She sniffles, whimpering out to him. He licks at her bite, soothing the markings before righting himself up with a groan. She feels a bead of sweat run down her forehead as their bodies work up a sweat and when Sarah looks down to the sheets, her eyeliner has smudged into the fabric.

Copia picks up speed, exemplified by the quicker slaps of the headboard hitting the wall and by now there are the beginnings of scuff marks on the paint. His hand snakes down to rub against her sopping clit and she just about cries in relief. The sounds of his skin slapping hers as he rocks into her fill the room along with the squelching sounds of Copia circling Sarah’s aching clit. Powerful flutters of her walls signal the end.

“I’ve got you, amore mio. Come for me.” Copia soothes and she clenches around him, wanton moans leaving her mouth and he coaxes more to let her fall over.

A roaring, hoarse scream lets go from Sarah, overcome by ecstasy that hits her like a freight train while she grips the sheets. She pushes back, riding out the high and feels Copia twitching in her, desperate to let go. “Please, Copia. Let me feel you, too. Ti prego.” She pleads, knowing he can’t be far behind.

The use of Italian catches him off guard as he pants, so close to his end.  “Almost. There… AH!” His cock kicks, shooting thick, forceful ropes of his come deep into her pussy as they both groan. He rocks at a chaotic pace, no rhythm whatsoever as he chases his own bliss. Sarah wiggles against him, begging for him to stop as her nerves create painful jolts of pleasure through her body.

Copia stills, letting them float down slowly from euphoria. He brings his fingers up to taste the mixture of her come along with some of his that leaked out, and he hums. His other hand rubs soothing circles once again down her back and hips and Sarah sighs. “You’re not done, are you?” She claims.

Copia laughs lightly. “You know me so well.” He pulls from her after he feels himself soften and they both let out soft sighs of pleasure as he drags his cock out; Sarah hums out a surprised noise when an aftershock rolls through her. Copia watches their come leak out slowly and his hand goes up to trap it against her pussy. Sarah gasps and tries to move away from his fingers. “You think you can give me one more?” His other hand moves to softly soothe her hip where he gripped her. “All you have to do is sit on my face, amore mio. I need to know how we taste together.” Copia says it so simply that it takes a few seconds for Sarah’s mind to process his words. While she takes in the request, he finally removes the cape and lays it down at the foot of the bed.

She chuckles incredulously below. “I’m not sure my legs will work, mio caro.”

He smiles, helping Sarah to sit up and scoots her up the mattress on their knees. “Stay there.” Copia says softly, kissing her cheek and placing her hands to the headboard. His palms slide from her hands over her arms to squeeze lightly at Sarah’s shoulders before removing them from her. After lowering himself onto his back next to her thighs, Copia settles in and taps his chest a couple times, signaling that he’s ready. Sarah moves tentatively, shuddering slightly at the feeling of their shared orgasms seeping out as she spreads her legs to sit over his body. He helps her get situated on his chest and slowly he nudges her from behind to move up. Sarah hesitates to sit her whole body weight down onto him as she’s nudged up.

“I’ll be fine, Sarah.” His hand rubs soothing circles on her hips. “If I die, I will die with the pussy of the woman I love in my mouth. What a way to go!” He playfully bites towards her and smiles, showing off his fangs.

She rolls her eyes while Copia forces her down and his mouth latches directly to her lips. “Oh! Copia!” Sarah grips the headboard to keep herself up in shock.

He mumbles below her and she can’t discern what he said but he sounded happy. Below, he shifts her around however he needs, nudging her further up so he can tongue into her cunt. He laps up their mixed come, digging further into her. Sarah gasps at how deep his tongue feels inside her and her face scrunches together when his mouth vibrates as he groans from the way they taste.

This orgasm will be quicker to build up to for Sarah, she realizes, and powerful. She grinds down involuntarily against his mouth, swiveling her hips to match the pulsing of her pussy. His nose brushes slightly against her clit and she cries out, leaning back from the sharp jolt of pleasure it sent to her cunt. Copia squeezes her thighs, tapping a couple times as a sign to keep going and she slowly rocks forward again, nudging her clit lightly to the tip of his nose. Sarah prays a silent thanks to Lucifer or whomever was in charge of putting this man in her path as his tongue massages her inner walls while she rides his face. If she were a betting woman, she’d put money on his tongue growing several inches in length as he probes deeper than he normally could.

“Fuck me, Copia.” she shudders out a breathy moan. “I’m nearly there, oh please! I’m gonna co- oh fuck!” Sarah’s thighs clench around his head like a vice, squeezing him in-between her thighs once again as she comes with a violent force. Sarah leans back to hold herself up on her hands, angling off slightly when she feels his mouth vibrate underneath once more and she just keeps coming, rolling her hips through the spasms of her pussy. She feels a strong gush of fluids squirt out from her and Copia laps up everything she can give to him. Sarah falls over, losing balance as she thuds to the mattress on her back with her legs spread open, still feeling short pulses in her walls from her last orgasm.

“Amore mio…” Copia rasps as he moves to follow her, lunging forward to slurp up all her pussy can give. “I could live here for the rest of my life.” he moans as he drinks what he would call “The most delectable of wines and the finest of nectars.” His mouth latches on and his arms wrap around her thighs keeping her body in place.

Sarah thinks he’ll never let go; convinced she will be forced to live the rest of her days with Copia’s head between her legs. She can’t decide in this moment if it’s heaven or hell as a quiet orgasm spreads through her body from his sucks on her clit, surprising Sarah as she comes again on Copia’s tongue. She arches up from the bed, an exhausted moan leaving her lips while she rides out the wave of warm pleasure and drops to the bed, boneless.

When she can’t take anymore, crying out and wincing from true, painful oversensitivity, she swats at him to get off. “Please…” Sarah’s eyes squeeze shut. “I can’t… No more, Copia, please.” She drifts in and out for a few minutes as he places delicate kisses around her body, whispering praises for being so good for him tonight.

“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you.” Copia coos down at her.

“I think… at one point… your tongue grew at least three inches down there.” Sarah looks up at the ceiling in a daze, humming lightly; small aftershocks ripple through her cunt as she lies in bed unable to move.

Copia breathes out a fond laugh. “Call it a gift from Lucifer for our creative devotion tonight.” He rubs circles over her hip and begins to remove the garter belt and stockings, finally. His fingers soothe over the indents they made into her skin

“I don’t think I can move.” Sarah replies flatly. He chuckles lightly at her dramatics.

Copia brings a wet cloth and some sanitizing wipes for her bites, cleaning and tending to her as she lies in bed, motionless. The only sign of life he has is the slow, steady rise and fall of Sarah’s chest as she breathes. Once he’s done with her, he cleans himself and goes to lie next to her spot on his side. She turns her head to look at him as he extends an arm across her stomach.

Copia smiles, dragging his finger over her skin in random patterns. “How are you feeling, amore mio?”

Sarah tiredly grins back and raises her eyebrows. “Spent.” She chuckles and turns to look up to the ceiling. “Like I’ve been ridden hard and put up wet.” she brings a hand up to cup his face and look into his eyes. “You?”

“Very satisfied, yes.” he leans in to press a light kiss to the corner of her shoulder. “Would you be open to a bath?”

She thinks for a second and then nods. “Yes, but you may need to carry me to the tub.” Sarah grins and Copia laughs.

He smiles warmly back at her and nods. “Wait here. I’ll get it ready.”

Sarah frowns at the lack of his touch when he gets up to run the bath. She counts the seconds until she can be touching him again, to be in his embrace as they cuddle in the warm water. Copia adds calming oils as the tub fills and the smells waft into his room where she rests. Once the bath is ready, he offers to actually carry Sarah to the tub but she declines, feeling a bit more strength in her body to walk for herself. She holds on tight to Copia as they walk and when he settles in the tub, she carefully steps in and sits down in his lap so they can face each other.

Copia and Sarah sit embraced in a comfortable silence. Her head rests in the crook of his neck under his chin while one hand touches his chest and the other plays with the ends of his hair on the back of his head. Copia’s hands rest low on her back, thumbs rubbing small circles on the skin he can reach. They sigh, adjusting occasionally as the water soothes their bodies. Every now and then they’ll place small kisses on each other, sometimes moving their heads just enough so they can kiss on the lips. Each one is exchanged as a slow, lethargic press while they let the warm water envelope them in the tub.

Once their bath is over, they carefully dry off and walk back to lay in bed. Copia moves to get dressed but Sarah stops him, blushing as she grabs his hand, asking if they could lie together naked. She softly rubs his palm before going to say “I just want to keep feeling you like this, skin on skin.”

“Can I at least put on underwear so I’m not dangling around?” Copia sheepishly asks. She nods, moving to grab a pair for herself.

They return to each other and move to the bed; Copia lays down on his back with an arm out and Sarah lays on her side, tangling her leg in his under the covers and he wraps the arm around he. She drapes her hand on his stomach and he covers it with his other hand. They look into each other’s eyes, enjoying the now softer touches compared to what was happening earlier in the night. The room fills with silence, only their breaths sound off in the room as they gaze over one another. Sarah’s eyes scan over his face, admiring the dusting of freckles over his skin and grins at Copia’s mouth, enjoying the view of his fangs as they poke out of his smile. When he notices where her eyes have landed, he winks.

“Tonight was fun.” Sarah eventually breaks the silence, sighing.

Copia chuckles lightly. “You’re calling all of what we did together just fun? I must need to step up my game.”

She blushes, leaning to hide her face in his shoulder. “Well, yes the sex was great, amazing but I meant the whole night, Copia.” Sarah looks up at him.

He leans his head back. “Ahhh! Yes, the party earlier was excellent. Some of the costumes I saw tonight were very inventive.” he tilts his head back forward. “Especially you, my Cardinal.” Copia softly squeezes her hand and she wiggles.

Sarah gives him a sheepish smile. “So, you liked it?”

He looks at her incredulously. “I wanted to rip that pellegrina to shreds so I could see the rest of you below. And oh those fake teeth nearly had me lunging towards you.”

“It probably wouldn’t have been wise to damage the pellegrina. I, uh, nabbed it from your closet.” She admits.

Copia’s eyes go wide in realization as he moves to look at her fully “That’s where it went? You know that I’ve been looking for it for a week! I’ve had to wear the other red one and it’s different.” he moves to grip her hip tight for a moment and Sarah squeals. “Sneaky, sneaky, my Cardinal.”

Sarah blushes, looking into his eyes. “Speaking of… Papa?”

It’s now Copia’s face that turns red. “Right. About that…”

“Before you say anything, Copia, I want to say that… I liked it. You were so captivating.” she moves his hand on her and presses a small kiss to his knuckles, continuing in a small voice. “And you helped me get over my nerves.”

“I was worried, at first, that I leaned in a bit too much with the role-playing.”

“Do you, uh.” she pauses. “Is that ever going to happen? Have they told you anything?”

“Nothing so far.” he squeezes her hand before letting go. “But the leader of the band is always Papa. I think maybe right now is a trial run to see if I can handle the mitre.”

She hums, staring at his face. Her finger trails around his skin where a skull design would go. “I’m trying to imagine you with the paint.” Sarah pouts. “I probably wouldn’t be able to kiss you as much. I’d smudge.” She holds his face in her palm and Copia smiles at her.

“I fully intend on getting my kisses. I’ll just walk around with an emergency paint kit.” Sarah laughs, lightness in her chest and it makes him smile.

“That’s so impractical.”

He grins, swatting the air. “Well, I will probably have time to figure out the solution. I’ll ask the other Papas.” Sarah yawns, snuggling in further to the bed and looks back up to him with sleepy eyes. “Are you getting tired? We should probably go to sleep, amore mio.”

She shakes her head, another yawn betraying her. “I don’t want this night to end.” Copia helps to move her to lay on his chest. “I want to stay like this forever.” Her arm wraps around him and she presses a light kiss to his body. Sarah closes her eyes when she feels Copia rubbing his hand on her back.

He softly kisses to her hair, humming as she sighs into him. “Goodnight, Sarah.”

“Happy Halloween, Copia…” she mumbles, sleep quickly overtaking her.

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it!

*Translations* Bellissima angelo. [beautiful angel.] Senti che duro che sono per te. [feel how hard I am for you] tesoro mio [my treasure] Bene [good] Ti prego [I beg you] Mio Caro [my dear] amore mio [my love]

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Rituale Septem - Day 2: Sloth

Pairing: (Phantom x f!reader)

Summary: With one sin down, your focus is on day two; the sin of sloth. Terzo sends his Ghouls to take care of your every need, so you don't have to lift a finger...

Rating: Mature, MDNI 18+

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: Male masturbation, soft dom (f), m sub, sort of a servant dynamic (but fully consensual), fingering, grinding, p in v sex, pulling out

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A/N: So, I became a Ghost fan in July, which means I don't know anything about Terzo era Ghouls and would have struggled hugely to write them. I'm aware that Swiss and Dew/Sodo were very briefly on stage with Terzo? (I think?) or at least had silver masks with Cardinal Copia like they do in this fic, but Phantom wouldn't have. Just, for arguments sake, picture them as 'trainee Ghouls', and so have all got silver masks. Thanks. Love ya.

Prev: Day 1 - Lust | Next: Day 3 - Gluttony

Terzo didn’t sleep well that night.  

You may have expected him to, spent and exhausted from your exploits together that afternoon but he was wide awake. His head swam with images of you, his cock thickening as he recounted the noises you’d made for him, the way you’d felt around him...  

Perhaps it was the pent up lust that had built whilst you had teased each other mercilessly that made his attraction to you so strong – he assumed it would pass, a minor infatuation as he had had many times before. He simply liked how you had fought back against his own teasing and come ready to seduce him right back, giving him a taste of his own medicine.  

This week of rituals with himself and whoever else was invited to play with you was the most fresh and exciting injection of vitality to his sex drive he noted in recent years. However, he knew that he couldn’t partake in every ritual each day of the week – he wasn’t the one who needed Lucifer’s guidance. That was you. He was simply a supporting role, but he did know that that first sin with you would not be his last this week.  

With his cock hard and aching beneath the silk sheets of his bedding, he grumbled in frustration as his mind swam with more images of taking you as he wished, giving you as much pleasure as you could take before finally giving in himself. He found himself wanting nothing more than to please you, to give you what you needed, to help you.  

Terzo’s bare hand snaked across his stomach, giving in to his needs and wrapping his fingers around the base of his solid length to pump himself in time with the footage replaying in his mind's eye of his deep thrusts inside you. He groaned and growled to himself in the darkness of his bedroom, blissfully recounting the memories of that afternoon.  

“Ohh, Principessa...” he whispered into the night, climax building embarrassingly fast, but he couldn’t help himself. Within just a few minutes, he was releasing a hurried and powerful load onto the hair across the expanse of his chest.  

‘Just an infatuation’, he told himself. ‘This, too, shall pass.’ 

October 26th  

You had every intention of getting up on time. You really did. But when your alarm had sounded, you’d perhaps smashed the snooze button a little too hard and rolled over into another light sleep that became a rather deep sleep. 

It was a pounding on your door that woke you – a strong knock, almost aggressive. You shot up from the bed in your nightdress, uncaring of your modesty when the only person you knew would be at your door knocking this angrily would be Secondo.  

You were late for work, judging by the sunlight that crept through the cracks of your curtains, and the October chill in the air of your humble little living quarters sent a chill washing over you when you’d peeled your bedsheets back. The knocking persisted, aggressive and loud; only Secondo would be this angry at your tardiness.  

As you reached the door that was still being pounded against by his angry fist, you stumbled and latched onto the handle, wrenching it open with a litany of apologies spilling frantically from your mouth. You were never late for Secondo. Just once was a potentially sackable offense. 

“Sister, calm down. I’m not Secondo...”  

When you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and actually looked at whoever was at the door, you realised that it indeed wasn’t Secondo at all. It was a ghoul, silver shining mask glinting as if just polished. 

One of the newer ones, only a few weeks into his role and still in his training phase. And here you were in a satin nightdress that did nothing to hide your pebbled nipples in the cold air of your room – and even behind his mask, you didn’t miss the way his eyes flicked down and widened when he noticed. Heat spread across your face in embarrassment, and you hid yourself behind the door, head poking from around the corner to talk to the ghoul.  

He shook his head as if to rid himself of the image before he continued.  

“Sorry, uh... Phantom, Sister. I’ve been sent by Papa?” he seemed just as confused as you did. 

“S-Secondo sent a ghoul for me?” Your stomach dropped, knowing that if he hadn’t come to get you himself it was because he was too busy to – because you weren’t there to help him with his workload. And he’d be more pissed than you imagined. “Shit!” 

“Oh, no! Sorry, I’m not... I wasn’t sent by Secondo, but Papa Terzo. He asked me to give you this?” he reached into the pocket of his trousers and handed you an envelope addressed to ‘Principessa’; his crest embedded in the wax seal on the back. Butterflies rammed your stomach lining as if they themselves were trying to get to the letter in his hand. You took it from him and ripped into it anxiously...  

Good morning, Principessa.  Did you sleep well last night? I certainly did not. Too much on my mind after yesterday... Each time I shut my eyes expecting the usual black void, all I could see was purple... I suppose you could say, I had my hands full most of the night. Imagine a wink, here.   I believe you will need your rest today, no? You seemed somewhat sleepy when I last saw you yesterday. I can’t imagine why... but I have arranged for you to have the day off. I have some rules for you to follow, however, and they MUST be followed.   1. You are not to lift a finger, all day. This includes walking, eating, drinking - anything. (I will only make exceptions for using the bathroom and breathing.)  2. Ghouls will be on hand to help you through the day. First, our newest Ghoul, Phantom, will be at your beck and call. Go easy on him, he’s a nuisance but he’s quite shy.  3. The Ghouls are there willingly to help you with ALL of your needs. They are consenting and on hand should you need... anything.  4. If you have any questions, you send them to me via. Ghoul. You do not leave your abode today, you stay put and enjoy your lazy day.   Break my rules, and the ritual is over. I will come and see you when I get a spare moment this evening.   Put my Ghouls to good use, Sorella.  Papa Emeritus III 

You looked over the cursive and furrowed your brows. His cheek shone through even in his handwriting, toying with you and clearly enjoying it. You did have to smirk a little that you’d made your way so far into his head that your choice of lingerie had haunted him as he’d tried to sleep. ‘Had my hands full most of the night’... Did he mean what you thought he meant?  

“So... you’re like, waiting on me?” you asked Phantom, who stood patiently waiting at your threshold.  

“I guess so. He told me to take care of every need that arose. I can't let you do anything yourself. He didn’t say why, but told me he’d send me to the ninth circle of hell for treachery if I failed...” he explained, scratching the back of his neck anxiously.  

“Oh... he wouldn’t do that, Phantom. Just so you know,” you tried to reassure him. 

“You didn’t see the look on his face...” he chuckled, absolutely no humour behind it. “Still, he gave me a choice and explained what today entailed. I agreed. So uh, anything you need, I’m at your service.”  

You wondered if he had deliberately emphasised part of that on purpose, sounding somewhat suggestive... And then it dawned on you.  

Papa was giving you an easy way to perform sin today.  

Sloth. 

“Well, I suppose you’d better come in then,” you smiled, opening the door and stepping away from it, modesty long forgotten. Phantom stepped inside, nervously ringing his hands and standing awkwardly in the cramped little living space between your couch and practically ancient TV set. You moved to sit on the couch, getting comfortable seeing as you were apparently confined to it for the day. 

“C-can I get you anything, sister?” he asked, eager to please already.  

“Uh... I haven’t had breakfast yet?” 

“On it!” he hurried, trotting into your little kitchenette, fishing through your fridge and cupboard to pull together ingredients to make you something from scratch, while you flicked on the TV to some pretentious morning show and kept an eye on the ghoul making a mess and a racket in your kitchen. 

Perhaps a day off, lounging around and not lifting a finger would be nice... 

Secondo was positively seething as he stomped into Terzo’s office, not bothering to knock and ignoring Sister Christine’s attempts to stall or calm him.  

“Ah, come on in, fratello,” Terzo invited with sarcasm dripping from every word and a smug smile on his painted face. 

“You gave my assistant the day off?! What right do you have? Do you know how much work I have to do?” he yelled, slamming his fist down on Terzo’s desk. “I think your title is going to your testone, fratellino (fat head, little brother)...” 

Terzo’s smug smile vanished and a look of vague annoyance took over as he rose from his chair, readying for confrontation. 

“And you seem to forget you lost yours,” he taunted. Secondo’s eyes widened before he grabbed the collar of his brother's shirt, pulling him far enough over the desk he could headbutt him if the need arose. 

“Attento a come parli (watch your mouth),” he warned through grit teeth. He pushed Terzo back and took a step away from the desk. “Sister ____ is my staff. You had no authority!” 

“Actually, I think you’ll find I do. I’m sure you’ll manage a singular day without her.”  

Secondo knew there was no use in arguing with his brother, both ridiculously stubborn men in their own right. He huffed and turned to leave, shoes clacking loudly on the stone flooring. 

“You work her too hard, fratello mio...” Terzo smirked. Secondo span on his heels, chewing the inside of his cheek to stop an onslaught of abuse from spilling from him like word vomit. 

“Me?! You insolent little shit. I’m sure you worked her harder than necessary yesterday,” he accused. “What, is she your next little fixation? Your new little prediletta (favourite)?” 

He couldn’t explain why, but Secondo’s insinuation that you were just another notch on his bedpost annoyed him more than being interrupted and screamed at in the first place. Sure, he had a reputation as a ladies’ man – and a man’s man too, for that matter – but perhaps it was merely Secondo’s tone that bothered him.  

“Perhaps, before you judge, you would care to ask why your assistant is suddenly spending time with me after very little interaction at all in the past sixteen years since she took her vows, hm?” 

Secondo laughed bitterly. “Please, do enlighten me!” 

Terzo stalled for a moment – he wasn’t sure you wanted anybody else knowing, much less your boss. But if he was being this much trouble on day two of the seven, he could get in the way and ruin your chances at completing the ritual at all. If Secondo knew, perhaps he would step back, and allow you your chance to find yourself at the end of these seven days... 

“She is performing a ritual. A very intense and laborious ritual. It takes place over seven days, and it must happen now, before All Hallow’s Eve.” 

Secondo’s brow furrowed and his eyes squinted in suspicion, curiously searching the archives in his mind full of rituals and spells he had learned over the years. And then it dawned on him... 

“Rituale Septem?” he barely whispered the name, shocked you would even attempt such a thing. He didn’t think you the type to be comfortable with such an extensive and invasive ritual. “Why would she need to speak with The Dark One?” 

“She feels lost, fratello. I’m trying to guide my flock back onto a path she is able to see for herself. Do you understand?” 

“Are you telling me she... is experiencing doubts?” For the first time in Satan knew how many years, Terzo saw hurt flash across his brother’s face. His hardened exterior was always a mask, that much was true, but the mention that perhaps the closest person he had to a friend in the ministry was doubting her position, doubting her faith... it stung him, and his mask slipped for just a moment. 

“It’s not personal, Secondo. We mustn’t take it as such. But yes, she is doubting Him. Is it not my job to attempt whatever necessary when she is so desperate to hear His voice?” 

Secondo thought for a moment, slowly sitting down in one of the chairs in front of Terzo’s desk.  

“Sì, sì... Non ne avevo idea (I had no idea)…" he sighed. “Why would she not feel she could come to me?” His genuine confusion and disappointment were clear in his voice. He knew his rituals so well, had the deepest knowledge of anyone in the Ministry. He could have helped you, surely? 

“Fratello, I mean no disrespect when I say this but... you are not the most emotionally available man to open up to, se sai cosa voglio dire (if you know what I mean). I believe she was worried you would be angry at her for her doubts,” Terzo explained, a gentility to his voice. He knew you meant more to Secondo than simply an employee. You don't work side by side with someone for six years and not develop some form of relationship.

Secondo’s mind ticked over, before he settled upon understanding rather than jumping straight into defensiveness. As much as he would like to, he couldn’t argue with that. Instead, he conceded, wanting nothing more than to help in any way he could. 

“What do you need from me?” His head snapped up to look at Terzo who stood watching in amazement at his change in demeanour.  

“Your co-operation,” he pleaded. “Today I’ve planned sloth for her. She must stay home and not lift a finger all day.” 

“Concordato (agreed). Anything else?” 

Terzo thought for a moment, going over the plans he had made for the week ahead to see if there was indeed anything Secondo could do.  

“Actually, sì... There is perhaps one particular sin you would be very useful for...” 

Your morning was, indeed, as lazy as Papa had intended for you. Phantom took three attempts to make an edible batch of pancakes since he categorically said no to every time you went to move from the couch and help him. He was right, of course. You had to stay put, but it wasn’t natural for you and it took fighting every natural instinct in your body not to help or tend to your needs yourself.  

He’d done everything for you that morning, carrying you if you needed to walk, spoon-feeding you like a roman emperor (although you’re sure Julius Caesar didn’t have to sit through three rounds of ‘here comes the choo-choo train’). It felt wrong, but wasn’t that entirely the point? Sinning.  

But you hadn’t expected it to feel so icky – icky being the only word appropriate for how the feeling of lording over someone as your servant made you feel a little drunk with power. And with Phantom so eager to please, running here, there and everywhere for you, you were fighting hard not to let the power go to your head.  

As the morning dragged on, you became increasingly aware of the fact he was here to tend to any need you had, mulling over how he had made it abundantly clear that he was here and willing. Well, you could tell that in his eagerness to please, rushing to your side whenever you needed something and going above and beyond to make you comfortable. He was being a good little servant, and a part of you was ready to test the waters, so to speak... 

“Phantom, would you do something for me?” you asked, to which his masked head snapped to you from where he sat watching daytime TV with you, and he nodded fervently. “I... could do with a bath... would you mind running one for me?”  

Even behind the silver eye holes you saw enough to see his eyes widen. “S-sure, yeah... Bubbles and stuff?” he asked.  

“Hmm,” you hummed, eyes fluttering closed as you imagined the warmth of aromatic waters submerging you, “please...”  

When you looked, Phantom’s jaw had gone slack, and the poor Ghoul was staring intently at you. He jumped up with a startling speed with a “yes, sister!” and scurried off into your bathroom where you heard the faucets squeaking in protest and a heavy flow of water hitting the tub’s surface. You smirked a little at his enthusiasm, playing with the lace hem of your nightdress you were yet to change out of. You watched in delight as he scurried in and out of your little apartment gathering supplies you didn’t have to hand from Papa Primo’s gardens and the store cupboards near the chapel.  

It took him 20 minutes before he was satisfied with the bath he’d drawn for you, stepping out of the bathroom and stopping in the doorway to announce it was ready. You began to stand, only to have him on his knees in front of you in a flash with a scream of “No! No...” and hands on your bare knees. He looked down at where his flesh had come into contact with your own and jumped back a little in shock.  

“I mean, I’ll... I have to carry you.” 

“Oh, of course. Silly me,” you smiled sweetly, as if this wasn’t exactly your plan – a power play. Because whether you saw it yet, or not, being waited on hand and foot, treated with respect that verged on worship was beginning to go to your head a little. 

He slipped his arms under your knees, the other around your back and lifted you effortlessly bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom where he sat you on the edge of the tub. Frankly, you couldn’t believe the effort he’d gone to... 

From Papa Primo’s stores, the water was filled with aromatic flowers and oils, bubbles stacked high at one end as steam rose from the surface. From the chapel’s store cupboards, the room was alight with black candles on every available surface, a soft warm glow flickering around the small room.  

“I’ll um, let you... undress,” he nodded shyly as your nightgown and stood, turning his back to you and averting his gaze from the steamed mirror for good measure. But you had other ideas... 

“Phantooooom,” you whined, “I don’t think I can. I’m not supposed to do anything today...”  

You saw his shoulders rise and fall in a deep breath, as if he were doing his best to remain composed, before he slowly turned around and nodded. He stepped towards you, hands trembling a little, as he knelt and began to push the hem of your nightdress up your thighs slowly. He seemed to be savouring the moment a little, maybe it was just nerves, but you could see him bite his lip the higher the satin rose.  

As it grazed over your hips, lifting up past your ass with a bit of a shuffle from you, you could hear the way he gulped, eyes trained on the skimpy panties you had underneath. His anguish only got worse when lifting higher, your bare breasts were exposed before him, and you raised your arms to allow him to easily remove the nightdress completely.  

You smiled at him softly, waiting for him to continue and giving him the green light to do so. He exhaled a breath he’d been holding, fingers curling into the hem of your panties at your hips where he began to drag them down your thighs. He refused to look at where he’d now exposed, a blush spreading across his face that he was grateful was hidden by his mask. He felt a sense of shame for being even remotely turned on by this, but the shame was so exciting. For him, and for you... 

To save him a little from combusting and leaving scorch marks on your bathroom floor, you crossed your legs in what could be considered a very seductive looking pose, and ran your fingers through the water behind you with a soft hum. 

“Is...is the temperature okay?” he asked, strictly looking only at your face and your face alone. 

“Perfect, thank you, Phantom,” you reached your dry hand to pinch gently and affectionately at his exposed chin. “Would you mind?” 

He shook his head, again moving to roll his shirt sleeves up his arms and lifting you bridal style, gently lowering you into the water. As you sank into the water in his arms, you let a satisfied little moan slip from your lips, and felt the way his arms tensed. Now fully bathed, he stood and wiped his forearms on a towel and went to exit the room, leaving you with privacy and giving him a chance to calm down and uh... soften up. 

So, when you stopped him, and asked him to sit with you because you “wanted someone to talk to”, he inwardly groaned and agreed. He was trying so desperately to avoid temptation, to only act on requests as Papa had told him to do.  

“You only do the things she asks of you, Phantom. You do not try to seduce her, hai capito? (understand)? You do not make any moves. You let her come to you, if she wishes. You respect her wishes, sì?” 

Of course, he’d respect your wishes. He would never do anything untoward, never push you or attempt to guide you to him. He was very much aware you held the power today and if he was being honest, he much preferred it that way. 

But you were making it so hard for him to remain professional when all he wanted was to beg and plead for you to let him take care of you.  

Especially when you asked him to wash you.  

He found himself on his knees beside the tub, carefully and slowly scrubbing at the expanse of your chest, watching the suds wash away and the shine of the water glinting in the candlelight on your skin. It was hypnotising, and your little moans of bliss were killing him slowly, like hands squeezing the life out him by the neck.  

You slipped down further into the tub, your legs bent and parting to make way for him to trail the washcloth between your thighs where a heat was blooming aside from the warmth of the water. He got the message, averting his eyes and running the washcloth over your core gently. You moaned again, this time a little louder at the pressure to where you needed it. Before he knew what he was doing, he was moaning too at the sound and the strain in his pants.  

His eyes shot open and his head snapped to stare at you, hand clutching the washcloth stilling in shock and fear. 

“I-I... Sister, I... I’m so sorr-” he began to apologise frantically, his hand started to retreat until you grabbed his wrist and stilled him.  

“Do you want to stop?” you asked him honestly, giving him an option to back out now if he wished.  

He shook his head. “I... want to please,” he admitted.  

Slowly, you let go of his wrist, laying back against the tub with eyes trained on his. Gradually his hand resumed, dragging the washcloth between your legs and sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You arched your back a little, eyes closing and lips parting.  

His movements remained slow, deliberate. He watched your face contort and your body writhe as the sensations built. On his knees, his own hips began to buck in search of some sort of pressure against his hidden erection. His spare hand groped and squeezed at himself, little grunts sounding every so often that made your lips quirk up into a smirk.  

“D-does it... feel okay?” he asked. The poor Ghoul beside the tub was struggling, and when you opened your eyes to look at him, a pang of lust speared its way through your chest. 

His lips were reddened and swollen, paint long gone from where he’d been biting at them. You could see his arm moving, but not where, and you drew your own conclusion that Phantom was in fact touching himself.  

“It feels amazing...” you purred, reaching a hand out to trace the metal of his mask down to his exposed chin, fingers wet and warm with bath water. “You’re doing so good, Phantom.”  

The whimper that came from the man in front of you was pathetic, but it made your walls clench around nothing. He liked that.  

Only then did you realise the details of the events leading to now. He wanted to please you, to bow to your every whim. He was whimpering just at making you feel good, and when you praised him? If that whimper was anything to go by, in tandem with the way his hips bucked into his own grasp, this was a man who liked being powerless to you.  

He liked being your servant.  

“Will you use your fingers, Phantom? I need more...” you asked. 

“Wh-whatever you need, sister...” He let go of the washcloth immediately, letting it float to the surface of the bath to be replaced by his fingers heading straight for your clit. You gasped at the contact, finally feeling the pressure you needed where he’d worked you up.  

The hand on his groin grasped his hard on tightly, staving off a premature climax that would surely embarrass him.  

His fingers circled your bundle of nerves with fervour, desperate to please and have you come undone. Ripples of ecstasy flowed through your body, moans and whines spilling freely from you. It was music to his ears, hearing how good he was making you feel. 

“I-inside, Phantom. Please,” you begged, parting your legs as wide as you could for him. He growled, the hand on his crotch gripping the edge of the bathtub as he leaned over you, dipping his fingers through your folds before easily slipping two inside of you. You cried out, feeling full and immediately alive with electricity jolting through your veins.  

You gripped onto the collar of his shirt, pulling him further over you as you writhed under him. His fingers curled and fucked into your heat, hitting where you needed him most.  

“Shit, just like that...” His movements weren’t particularly gentle, but the aggression wasn’t just pure aggression, but desperation. How badly he wanted to give you the pleasure you sought... 

When you looked over at him, you could see his hips bucking against nothing, hopelessly rutting into the air for any friction he could muster. From what you could see of his face, he looked wrecked. His lips were curled back over his teeth which grit together at the strain, his eyes wide and watery as if he would cry if you ever made him stop now. 

You felt sorry for him, chasing a high he wouldn’t get so long as he continued to fuck into the air like this. And who were you to deny him the same pleasure he was so eager to give you? 

“Ph-Phantom... look at me,” you tugged once at his collar, his eyes finding yours but hand never slowing. He could have cum just from the fucked out look on your face alone. “Will you... will you fuck me?” you asked breathlessly.  

His fingers rammed into you harder at the thought and you screamed out, pulling him towards you, your forehead clashing with the forehead of his mask. You stared darkly into his eyes.  

“If you want me to...” he growled, “Sathanas, tell me you want me to...” he begged. 

You pushed his arm away from your cunt and sat up onto your knees before leaning over the opposite end of the bathtub and arching your back, giving him an eyeful of your exposed cunt glistening in the candlelight as the bathwater sloshed and lapped at your skin. 

“Fuck me, Phantom...” you instructed. In a flash, the Ghoul stood and leapt into the tub, water and flower petals spilling over the sides and splashing to the floor. He was too far gone, too fucking desperate to even think about removing his clothes or boots and he cursed to himself when he realised what he’d done, but made no moves to rectify it – it was too late for that anyway.  

Instead, he knelt and unzipped the fly of his pants, pushed his suspenders off his shoulders and pushed them down with his underwear just enough for his length to spring free. He took a deep breath, steadying himself and slowly ran the head of his cock through your folds. His free hand came to rest on your hips, gently squeezing the flesh there and stroking his thumb over the skin. 

You waited patiently, letting him enjoy the moment as you relaxed in his hold, leaning lazily over the edge of the tub with your head on your arms. Slowly, he pushed himself inside you, a cracked groan leaving his throat with each inch that sank into you. Somehow, you felt warmer and wetter than the bathwater that surrounded his legs – and it felt glorious. 

His thrusts began slow, savouring the feeling as whimpers and shudders shook his body behind you. He got lost in his own pleasure for a moment before remembering you were his prime concern, your pleasure more important that his own. He wanted to be good for you, for you to tell him he was being good for you again.  

“Is this... oh fuck, is this okay?” he asked as he set his pace, fishing for compliments. He sounded like he was pleading with you, needily pleading for affirmations. 

“So good, Phantom... Such a good boy for me, hm?”  

The noise that erupted from the Ghoul behind you shocked even you, an involuntary cry that sparked him to rut his hips against you until the water around him splashed and sloshed around the pair of you, the sounds of wet skin slapping together ricocheting off the tiled walls of your bathroom. His pace was unforgiving, slamming over and over again into your g-spot and forcing cry after cry of pleasure to erupt from within you.  

His hand reached around you, coming to sit between your thighs as his fingers worked your clit, his chest – still covered by his now soaked shirt – resting against your back. Coupling Phantom’s hard work with the feeling of the warmth of the water and the aromatic floral scents you felt like you’d reached a type of bliss you’d only ever read about. Your eyes fluttered shut, teeth biting into the flesh of your arm where you lay on it to quiet your moans. 

Before long the heat in your abdomen grew, coil winding tightly and dangling you on the edge of climax while his cock and fingers worked so hard to tip you over. All you needed was a little bit of extra help – you needed to know what Phantom was thinking. 

“H-how does it feel, sweetie?” you asked him in your most condescending voice you could muster while he pounded into you. You felt his hand on your hip squeeze your flesh hard. 

“So good... you feel so good, sister.” 

“You’re being so good, Phantom. My good boy, hm?” you praised.  

“F-fuck, yes... your good boy. I’m... I’m your good boy,” he whined, affected by your praise more than you could have imagined. 

“Are you... gonna... make me cum, sweetie?” 

“Uh-huh... Yes, ma’am. Want you to cum so bad,” he admitted, “need it!” You were getting so close, that familiar feeling now right on the cusp of snapping. 

“What do you say then, sweetie?” you asked, hoping he’d catch on. And in his current state, his mind bent and broken and filled with nothing but his need to push you into climax before he could, he didn’t need to think. His answer was instinctual.  

“Please!” he yelled, “Please cum for me... N-need to feel you, need it... Please!”  

It was all you needed to send you into a spiral, the coil snapping and springing free as your orgasm washed over you faster than the sloshing water. Your walls tightened around him, cunt squeezing him so hard it was almost impossible to keep up his pace. Your pussy gushed around him, only noticeable in the rocky water by the sheer amount of it when the waves would subside before crashing against your skin with another thrust.  

Phantom lost his mind behind you, biting into his lip and doing his very best to keep up with you, fingers attacking your slit still while he slammed against you. The fog that had overtaken your mind as you came began to clear, the aftershocks powerful still with the way he continued to now chase his own release.  

“Y-your turn now, sweetie,” you coached him through it, giving him the encouragement he’d need to reach his own end now you were fully satiated. When you looked back at him, he looked like he was in pain, the way his eyes were screwed shut and his teeth were bared. “Will you cum for me?” 

“Fuck, can I, ma’am?” he asked, unable to look at you as he continued his thrusts.  

“Yes...” 

"Thank you, ma’am!” he roared, pulling his cock out from where he’d been buried inside you and jerking himself once, twice before spilling his load on the third across the swell of your ass. He fell over you, slipping from his position on his knees and relying on his arms to prop him up on the bathtub to stop him collapsing on top of you. 

The two of you stayed there for a moment, panting, trying to shake off the exhaustion. The water around you both calmed, gentle waves much lower than the water level had been when he’d lowered you into it...  

Eventually, you turned to lay on your back under him, letting the water cover your body but hiding nothing from him now that the bubbles had disappeared. You smiled up at him lazily, tired and satisfied.  

Phantom looked up and around him, then down at his soaked clothes and softening length. He started laughing, shaking his head in disbelief at his own stupidity. You joined him, pulling at the loose suspenders still clipped to the jeans that clung to his thighs as you laughed. 

Eventually he had climbed out of the tub, ringing out his clothes as best he could with them still clinging to him, and wrapped himself in a towel as he concealed himself. Without a change of clothes to hand, he’d have to remain damp.  

He carried you from the tub to your bedroom, clad in a towel yourself and helped you dry off, giving you a new set of loungewear to wear that wasn’t quite as tempting as your previous outfit – there was only so much he could take in one day – and carried you back to the living room, dampening you slightly again with his clothes.  

Just as he’d sat you down, there was a knock at the door. He moved to open it for you as you sat back and relaxed, revealing another two of the Ghouls in training, slightly more experienced than Phantom; Dewdrop and Swiss.  

Swiss cocked his head in confusion, looking Phantom up and down as he took in the clothes that still clung to him.  

“What the fuck happened to you?” he asked him, Dewdrop snickering and looking around him to wave at you. You waved back sheepishly, suddenly embarrassed that you’d have to explain... this. 

“I, um... fell in the bath,” he lied, scratching the back of his neck. “Actually, it’s still kind of a mess, I should, um... clean up the water,” he said, excusing himself to go mop up the excess water from the floor and return your bathroom to a somewhat untouched state. 

“Yeah, you go do that...” Swiss laughed, patting his wet shoulder as he left and stepping inside your apartment with Dewdrop close behind. “How are you, sister?” 

“Uh, yeah good. Relaxed,” you smiled at him as he sat beside you, Dewdrop hovering silently still after shutting your door. From the few weeks these newer Ghouls had been at the ministry, you’d spent a little more time around Swiss. He could do a bit of everything, and you often found him in places you were during your working hours, fetching things for Secondo. 

“I bet you are,” Swiss teased, looking to where the bathroom door lay open, candlelight still flickering. “Did we miss the fun?” Phantom’s head shot up from where he’d been mopping the floor and slammed the door shut with a swift kick. Swiss just laughed.  

“Well, I can’t deny we’re disappointed, Sister. I had hoped maybe he’d have saved a little of you for us,” he motioned to Dewdrop with a nod of his head, “but hey, if there’s anything we can do for you, we’re here. Papa was very clear in his instructions,” he shrugged, sitting back against the couch cushions.  

“Nothing right now, thanks. Just some trash TV,” you chuckled awkwardly.  

“Say no more,” Swiss snapped his fingers at Dewdrop who rolled his eyes and darted into your bedroom, coming back with a blanket and spare pillow for you to cosy yourself up with. He sat on the floor between you and Swiss, back against the couch.  

The day continued much like this. Phantom returned your bathroom to normality then sat himself on a chair in the corner, shy and embarrassed by Swiss’ constant teasing. You binge watched pointless shows and allowed Dewdrop to give you a foot massage, while Swiss worked some form of Black Magic in the kitchen to make the most artery-clogging, delicious ‘lazy-day extravaganza’ as he had put it. Finding yourself full of disgustingly good food and exhausted from the day, you easily drifted to sleep on the couch against Swiss’ shoulder.

Terzo had no idea what he would find when he knocked on your door that evening. Had his Ghouls done as asked? Had you wanted them to go as far as to please the Dark One and help you revel in sin past the laziness of being waited on?  

He was more than willing to step in if he had to; hoped for it, even. You’d been on his mind all fucking day, elements of your afternoon in his office replaying in his mind like a roll of film stuck in a projector. He wanted you again, couldn’t think of anything else as he’d tried so damn hard to get something, anything, done today. 

His knuckles rasped on your door sometime after 8pm, after his final meeting when he could finally scuttle off to find you. Dewdrop answered the door, bowing silently to his Papa and stepping aside to let him in. What he found, was Swiss laying out across the couch, Dewdrop moving to sit on the floor where he’d been all afternoon, and Phantom sat in a chair in the corner, unable to look him in the eye and shivering as if he were cold.  

And... was he damp? 

But you were nowhere in sight.  

“Where is Sorella _____?” he asked them. Swiss, who didn’t look up from the TV in front of him, answered.  

“Her bedroom, Papa. She was, uh...” he looked behind him at Phantom, who’s head hung in shame and arms crossed over his chest to make himself smaller, “quite exhausted after her bath today.” The smile on Swiss’ face – a shit-eating grin of straight lips and pearly teeth – as he looked at Papa told him enough.  

“You didn't think to undress yourself first, Ghoul?” he smirked, scoffing a little. Phantom stayed silent, humiliated. “Go, change. You’re shivering, stupido (stupid [playful]).” 

Phantom stood from the chair nodding, his damp jeans squeaking and sodden boots squelching and rushed past Papa in the doorway, closing the door behind him. Terzo couldn’t really blame him – he'd dive headfirst into a pit of boiling tar if it meant getting to spend another night wrapped up in you.  

In fact, he found himself incredibly disappointed that he wouldn’t get to revel in sin with you today, to let you lazily use him for your own pleasures as he had hoped tonight. He had instructed his Ghouls to take care of your needs, of course, but knowing that they had stirred up a small dose of an ugly emotion in him. Still, there were plenty more opportunities to explore that pleasure with you in the coming days, and he forced himself to think nothing more on the matter. 

Terzo made his way over to your bedroom door, quietly letting himself in and shutting it behind him. Your room was dark, dimly lit by a small lamp in the corner of the room. His eyes adjusted, and he saw you curled up in a ball under the covers, chest rising and falling softly as you slept. He smiled to himself, moving to sit at the edge of your bed, watching you in peace for a moment.  

Quietly, he removed the glove from his right hand, using his now bare fingers to gently move a strand of hair from your face and tuck it back, wanting nothing to obstruct your pretty face from him. Despite his gentility, you stirred with a soft hum and opened your eyes.  

“Papa?” you whispered, squinting at him in the darkness. 

“Buonasera, Principessa, (Good evening, Princess,)” he smiled, “I trust you have done absolutely niente (nothing) all day, sì?”  

You nodded sleepily, “Wasn’t allowed to walk two steps to go to the bathroom.” He chuckled at your incredulous tone – he figured someone as hard-working and self-sufficient as you would have trouble with today’s sin.  

“I hear you don’t need my help this evening, either?” he teased, his hand – which you hadn’t even registered was gloveless – pushed your hair back again. You were grateful for the darkness, hiding the blush forming on your cheeks. “Phantom was still damp when I arrived. Did that idiota really jump in clothed?” he laughed softly. 

You hid your face in your pillow, shy and flustered. “He was a bit excited...” you admitted, muffled by your pillow. Terzo cackled at that. 

“I can’t blame him...” he shrugged. “I shall leave you to sleep then, hm? Go cross Sloth off our little list?”  

You turned your head back, getting comfortable and ready to drift into sleep again. “Should I go back to work tomorrow?” you asked, stifling a yawn. 

“Please. I don’t think Secondo would allow me to keep all of my limbs if you didn’t show again...” he laughed, “but would you join me for dinner tomorrow, Principessa?” 

“Of course, Papa,” you agreed, already looking forward to spending more time with him.  

“Bene (good). Around 7:30pm, my quarters.” He stroked your hair as your eyes drifted closed, sitting with you as the claws of sleep dug themselves firmly back into you. “Buona notte, cara mia... (Goodnight, my dear...)” he whispered. 

The last thing you remembered before darkness took over, was the vague feeling of soft, pillowy lips pressing to your cheek. 

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Embarrassed (Dewdrop Ghoul) 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: This was written purely for my own enjoyment but I figured I would share it with the world. Enjoy!

Warnings: Smut. Sub Dew, Dom Aether, humiliation, cum desperation, loss of control, public sexual act, anal, fluffy Aether, Dew has soft feelings.

It is a known fact that ghouls are always horny while performing. After rituals, it is always a race of whoever can get to the bathroom the fastest to relieve their desire. Dew is the worst of them all. He gets so into the music and the friction of the guitar makes it worse. He’s usually pretty good at fighting the urge until this one fateful night.

The ritual began as the curtain dropped, Dew was hard even before he stepped on stage. Aether had been teasing him backstage and that resulted in the fire ghoul being hot and heavy as they took their spots before the crowd. Aether had told him if he was able to make it through the whole ritual without releasing his load in his pants, he would treat him to a fun night. Dew kept this thought at the front of his brain as he played through the setlist.

You got this. You are in control. Dew kept reassuring himself. There was one more song left in the set and Dew thought he would be able to power through. He was wrong. As he was shredding away during Square Hammer he felt his balls tighten. Fuck he was bout to cum right here in his pants in front of everybody. Dew wasn’t one to have a quiet orgasm either. His little body couldn’t handle the sensations all at once.

Toward the middle of the song, he lost it. His rhythm faltered, drawing Aether’s attention. He kept playing as he threw his head back and moaned into his balaclava at the sensation of the warm cum seeping through the fabric of his pants. For whatever reason, it wasn’t his usual amount of cum. It was ropes and ropes of the stick secretment coating his crotch and the back of his guitar.

Aether noticed what was happening and made his way over to the fire ghoul who was now embarrassed by what had just transpired.

“Awww, did my Dewdrop cum in his pants like a needy little slut,” Aether mumbled in Dew’s ear.

“I couldn’t help it. Feel like there’s more in there,” Dew moaned as the friction from his guitar made his cock rock hard again.

“Almost done, Dew. Meet me in the green room after final bow,” Aether instructed before making his way back over to his side of the stage.

Dew’s worst nightmare had come true. He lost control in front of thousands of fans and now was about to have to do the final bow with the stains of his cum evident to everybody in the first couple of rows.

The song ended and all of the ghouls and ghoulettes lined up with Copia for the bow. As soon as Dew came back up after the bow, he bolted for the green room, throwing shit along the way because he was angry and embarrassed with himself.

He flung the door open and threw himself down on the couch, head in his hands trying to collect his thoughts. As he calmed his breathing, Aether came in and closed the door.

“What happened, Dew? You couldn’t control your own dick on stage?” Aether mocked as he lifted Dew’s chin.

“Fuck you,” Dew spat, his anger still emanating.

”Is that what you were thinking about while your desperation got the best of you?” Aether whispered in Dew’s ear.

This made Dew’s dick even harder. He needed Aether and he needed him now.

“Aeth, please. I’ve already embarrassed myself once tonight. Please don’t make me beg for your cock to add to the humiliation,” Dew whimpered.

”Oh but that’s the fun part,” Aether said as he sat down next to the embarrassed ghoul.

Dew gave in. He needed to be fucked by the larger, older ghoul and he needed it now.

”Please, Aeth, need your cock in me so bad. Please, I’m your needy little cockwhore. Want daddy’s dick so bad,” Dew begged as he straddled Aether’s lap.

The begging was music to Aether’s ears. He moved Dew off of him and slipped his pants down, his large cock popping out.

“Take your dirty pants off and ride daddy like the good little cum slut you are,” Aether instructed.

Dew did as he was told, pulling his pants off, moaning at the wet patches gliding against his swollen cock. He straddled Aether’s lap once more. Aeth reached into his bag that was next to the couch and pulled out a bottle of lube. He used it to lube up his cock and Dew’s ass.

Aether slipped his cock into Dew’s tight ass, moaning at the pleasure of being inside his favorite ghoul. Dew wasted no time before he was bouncing on Aether’s cock, singing his praises. Aether used one free hand to support Dew’s back and the other one was stroking Dew’s cock that was rubbing against the quintessence ghoul’s belly.

”Fuck, daddy, love having your cock in my ass. Feels s’good,” Dew moaned.

”You’re such a good little slut for your daddy. You’re not allowed to cum until I do,” Aether instructed.

This would be hard for Dew as he was already close to his second orgasm of the night.

“But, daddy, I need to cum again,” Dew moaned into Aether’s ear.

“If you do, daddy isn’t going to fuck you for a week and you won’t be allowed to touch yourself either,” Aether seductively scolded.

Dew couldn’t go that long without Aether fucking him, let alone pleasuring himself so he had to control himself.

“Keep riding daddy’s cock, gonna cum in this sweet tight ass of yours,” Aether moaned as he felt his balls tighten.

Dew was able to resist the urge of spraying his cum all over Aether at the thought of Aether filling his tight hole with his warm cum.

”Fuck, Dew, I’m cumming, Oh fuck me baby,” Aether said as he thrusted his hips into Dew, releasing his seed inside of the needy fire ghoul.

“Cum for daddy, Dew baby. You’ve been a good cum slut, cum for me,” Aether moaned as he was still riding out his high in Dew’s ass.

Dew needed no further encouragement as he released his cum all over Aether’s hand and belly,

“Fuck, Aeth, fuck I’m your good little cum slut. Fuck I love you, Daddy,” Dew moaned as he fucked into Aether’s cum covered hand.

Aether was caught off guard by the three words that left the fire ghoul’s mouth.

”Dew, did you just say you love me?” Aether asked as he tucked Dew’s hair behind his ear.

”I uh, I,” Dew stuttered.

He had always had these strong feelings for Aether but always thought Aether viewed him as another ghoul to fuck.

”Yes. I love you, okay. I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t want to be rejected. I want more than just our daily fucks. I want to be yours,” Dew muttered out, now flustered from his lack of self awareness when speaking.

”Dew, hey, listen to me. I love you too. I just figured you didn’t do the dating thing because, well that’s just how I assumed you were,” Aether said as he looked the fire ghoul in the eyes.

”I usually don’t but with you, I burn for you. I need you in more ways than just this,” Dew said.

”Then you will have me in more ways than just this. Let’s be together. Let’s be boyfriends,” Aether whispered in Dew’s ear, pulling a low pur from the fire ghoul who was well spent after the fun they just had.

The two ghouls got cleaned up and made their way back to the tour bus. Aether invited Dew to sleep in his bunk with him tonight and the little ghoul didn’t hesitate once. Aether crawled in and put his back against the wall before motioning for the fire ghoul to come snuggle with him.

“I love you, Dewdrop,” Aether whispered in his ear.

”I love you, too, Aether,” Dew mumbled before quickly falling asleep.