#ghost bc fanfiction
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Private Confession
A shy sister decides to walk into the confessional to relieve some weight on her shoulders, she needs to confess the filthy dreams she has been having with the image of her Papa Emeritus the Third and take some guilt off , what she doesn't know it's that Papa himself is taking the confessions today.
Word Count : 4300 words.
Warnings: Smut with plot basically.+18 NSFW Oral Sex (male on female) Unprotected sex, creampie, a bit of praise kink, a dash of Dom!Terzo, a bit of corruption kink he just want to break her mind and shit. Y/N is used, some broken Italian that I took from Google translate sorry if it sucks. Minors DNI. All the pictures were found on Pinterest I just edited them so credits who made them. No betad. today I die like a woman (?).
The cute dividers that I used this time belong to @firefly-graphics 💕
A.N : I promised this a couple of days ago but I never thought that it will be that long, again I just got carried on. The fires are still burning near my city, everything was covered in ashes and smoke so I just locked myself in my home and spent all day writing and playing monster hunter on the switch. I hope you enjoy this filthy piece of work. Take care, drink water, eat your three meals and hug your loved ones. 💕
She was nervous, the last time she confessed to a member of the clergy was years ago, and she wasn't sure if it was ok for her to confess her latest dreams with the new Papa of the church. Papa Emeritus the Third was like a breath of fresh air into the Rituals, he was too charming, too charismatic, too flamboyant. And it was magnetic, since the first ritual she felt pulled to him not being able to keep her eyes out of him during performance, the purple gowns, the modals, the way that he moved and walked on the stage. It was even worse in church and the abbey, the way that he talked with the sisters, and walked around winking his eyes and smiling. That's when she couldn't even look in his direction. After a few months of this martyrdom she began to have the most unholy thoughts of the man in the sheets of her bed, most of the time giving herself pleasure in the process. She felt guilty, he was on another level completely away from her own level in the clergy, she shouldn't be having those lustful dreams with him! So she decided that the best thing she could do about it was going to confess, get the weight off her chest and get some advice in a more private scenario. She greeted without entering the little space of the confessional waiting for the clergyman permission
—Come in, sister. Please.
—Thank you Cardinal...
And the men inside the other side.of the confessional tensed, he was no Cardinal. He was Papa himself, the change in "title" shook him a bit, it had been a long time since someone referred to him as cardinal.
Terzo found himself bored in the abbey so he changed his place at the confessional with Cardinal Copia, he was one of his closest friends in the church so he was always down to help him, after the last ritual he ended up with a raspy deeper voice because his over exigence and that helped him to mask his identity behind the confessional. He wanted to talk to other people, he was tired of only talking to the upper clergy most of the times, he wanted to talk with anyone else besides Imperator and his dad
—What's your name, little lamb?...
— It's y/n , Sister y/n. —He smiled trying to get a look at her to confirm his suspicions, but he was sure that he knew her. She was the soft lamb that always seemed to shiver around him, but was always at the rituals supporting the Ghost Project. She was particularly interesting to him, she seemed to change every time he went on stage, her eyes fixated on him more than any other sister or brother at the rituals. So he was aware of her existence and presence in the church.
— Tell me Sister y/n ... why are you here? What is the thing that lingers in your mind? The burden that you charge...
She didn't recognize the voice...It was not the Cardinal , but she couldn't quite guess, it sounded a bit raspy
— Sister, are you okay? It's okay, this is a private moment, a moment of trust. I'm not going to judge you.
She felt the guilt and the shame in her head but he was right. It was just a confession and besides he was there to help her and not judge her. And most probably he didn't even know who she was.
— I have dirty thoughts... sinful and dirty dreams every night...
— And why do you think it is wrong to have sinful dreams my dear?
— It's not because of the dreams....It's about who I am dreaming in those dreams..
—Why do you feel bad about dreaming with this person?..
—Because he is our excellency, our guide in this place...I'm having dreams with...—She took a breath and let out a sight before saying it. — I'm having dreams with our new Papa. Really nasty and naughty dreams...
Terzo was amused, this cute sister was having dirty dreams with him? How could he be mad?
— Sister, what kind of dreams? Why are they naughty?....You mean sex dreams?...
—Y-Yeah....they begin always the same, Me and Papa talking after a ritual on his back stage...and then I gave him a shoulder massage to ease his tense muscles and...we ended up fucking. It's always the same and...I feel that is wrong! How could I dream such dirty things with someone that I admire...
— Sister....you like what Papa does to you in the dreams?..
— Y-Yes....he feels so good...the way he kisses me, and rubs me, and soothes my skin with his hands, and move me like I was a doll on top of him...
— So, do you desire your dream to become true?
She stood in silence for a moment. She really wanted that dream to become true? Or she just wanted to leave it as part of her dirty imagination?
—...I don't know....he would never look at me in that way! It's almost impossible...
— That is not an answer, little lamb...
— I'm sorry ...I would like to be true ...but I know that it's almost impossible.
— Ah little lamb...who says that dreams do not come true?...—Terzo laughed a bit leaving his spot inside the confessional and opening the door of the side in which she was seated.
She looked at him in utter disbelief, she just confessed to Papa himself that she was having sex dreams about him! . But Terzo did not look angry, he had this flirty expression, that arrogant and sly smirk in his face looking down on her. He grabbed her chin with his fingers and made her look up to him as she was trying to not look him in the eyes.
— What's wrong sorella...are you ashamed that I heard your secret?...—He caressed the skin of her cheek with his thumb slowly, without looking her right in her eyes. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes had this glisten in them, her expression was a mix of fear and excitement.
—P-Papa I'm ...I'm so sorry....
—Don't be sorella....do you think I'm mad at you? I'm amused....you who always shiver when I go near you, you who are always so supporting during Mass or in the rituals...all of this time living with the burden of those dirty dreams with me...Poor thing...did you get your relief after those dreams? You were touching yourself thinking about me?.....
She felt her thighs clench together, her chest was on fire. Her breathing stopped for a moment before answering
— Yes Papa....
—Don't worry my sweet sorella...I know this place is too small for you to enjoy...-He let go of her chin and grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the confessional — Follow me...we are going to have a extended talk about your dreams....If you are really repented you are going to show me how did you pleasure yourself.
He dragged her to his room, she felt lightheaded. She sure was having a dream again, because none of this could be part of reality. She was being dragged to Papa Emeritus the Third room to "show remorse" and "talk" about her sin.
He opened the door and guided her into his chamber, seating her on the bed. The luxurious deep purple bed sheets, the soft cushions and mattress, the smell of roses and leather. Everything felt too dreamy to be true. She sat there, waiting for him to say something, waiting for her to wake up from her dream.
—Sorella...tell me...how did you touch yourself?
— I...I....
—Don't be afraid little lamb...we are not going to do anything that you don't want to...but I want to know how did you treated yourself...So I can know where to start your penitence, and don't worry about the old hag...This is our secret of confession ...Now my dear sorella....—He took a seat in front of her, not before removing part of his "working clothes''. He just had a white silky shirt and his black tight pants left as he sat in front of her— Show me, how you enjoy yourself after dreaming with me...
Her pulse was completely messed up, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her eardrum. Her legs spread slowly, shyly she took one of her hands and lifted her skirt showing her red lace underwear.
He felt his cock twitch inside his pants, who would have thought that the shy sister used such sexy lingerie? He was delighted, her soft and embarrassed expression contrasted so well with the sexy red lace between her legs, he could even see the dark spot where she leaked her fluids, he swore that he could smell her in the air.
— Take those off and give them to me...
— Yes papa....—She slid them down her legs and handed them to him, she couldn't do anything more but obey him. She opened her legs once more, but this time showing her exposed core to him, her folds were coated and slick with her fluids, she froze for a bit looking at the darkened and lustful expression in Papa eyes.
— Please continue...show me more, I want to see you give pleasure to that perfect pussy of yours...—He licked his lips, he wanted to go down on her and lick her fluids while fingering but he knew that if he waited the reward was going to be much better.
—.....Y-Yes....Mnhg...— A whimper left her lips as soon as she brushed her clit with the tip of her fingers. She was so sensitive already, she felt her insides twitch wanting something inside to fill them. She gave her clit slow grazes and applying some pressure, his middle finger slid slowly between her folds tempting the entrance of her hole for a bit before pushing it inside. She moaned and cursed herself on her inside for the embarrassing sounds coming out of her mouth. Her free hand was on her right nipple, pulling and pinching the button sending shivers down her spine directly to her pussy.
He was stroking lazily his cock under his pants, the show she was putting for him was completely outstanding. The way she moaned, how her hips moved looking for more contact with her hand. How she squirmed and giggled at the pleasure. He wanted more of her.
— Keep going....show me more, I want to see you fully sister.,..come on, obey your Papa..
— mnhg...ah! No...Papa per favore...
— Oh my little sorella....you know Italian huh? ...—He positioned between her legs, standing over her looking at her trembling body — la mia tentazione dolce e peccaminosa, così bella, solo per me, vero?....—He leaned on her just a bit, touching her face and caressing her skin, looking at her glistening eyes, waiting for an answer — Vero?...
— S-Sí....just for you....
He felt his cock pressing so hard against his pants just by hearing her. It was all the confirmation he needed to make his move. He dragged her to the edge of the bed and kneeled in front of her, taking an intense look at the wonder in front of him.
— Sorella....we are not going to do anything that you don't want, I need you to say it, say that this is what you want....—There was a deep growl inside him trapped, her smell was driving him nuts, she was so wet that it dripped down her ass to his bed , directly into his velvet bedspread leaving a wet spot that grew by the minute.
— Papa please....I want you!.I need you!...are those dirty thoughts enough proof for you?....I desperately need you....—She whimpered and moaned, she was so needy of him. Her sweet and shy demeanor was long gone, she needed him, she wanted to indulge in the sin of Papa Emeritus the Third and never be the same again.
— Lucifero per favore, fammi godere per sempre di questo piacere peccaminoso....—He looked at her, his eyes completely darkened by lust, he began placing small kisses along her thighs, getting closer and closer to her wet impatient core, he spread her folds with his fingers to leave her clit exposed to him, he blew a bit of cold air and she moaned by the feeling.
After a sly smirk he got closer and closer
— Thanks dark lord for this delicious meal....—He gave a long lick to her clit down his folds before completely attacking her clit. Sucking slowly and moving his tongue over the sensitive bud. His hands left to her thighs caressing and tracing the skin with the claws of his gloves, her moans sounded like the most delicious choir of sweets sounds.
She was losing slowly her contact with reality, she had never felt something like this before, she had been with boys during her teenage and young adult era, but nothing like this, nothing like the sinful dexterity of Papa's tongue, the feeling of his leather gloves and claws along her thighs as she moved her hips looking for more contact ,her hands playing with her nipples pulling them every time he gave a long lick.
He felt how she was melting under him. He took his gloves off and carefully placed one of his fingers at the entrance of her pussy, pressing slowly letting her suck him inside. She was so wet that his finger slipped inside easily, but she felt tight around it at the same time. He moved one finger and then added another one, spreading her insides preparing her for him.
— Don't try to muffle your voice, my little songbird....—He moved his fingers slightly up inside her, touching that rugged spot over and over — I want you moaning my name...say it....
— Papa....Mngh papa, please made me cum....
— No no....not papa....—He finally released his erection from his pants and underwear , he kept moving his fingers inside her, brushing her clit with the palm of his hand every time he pushed into her, and with his other hand he was stroking himself.
She was about to climax on his fingers, she needed to release the pressure in her belly, she needed to let loose the coil that was about to snap. She moved her hips wanting more. She couldn't say his name, she was going to burst if she heard herself saying his name, no not papa, Terzo.
—Say it...or else I will not let you come, how about that? Enough motivation for you...puttana?....
She whimpered and moan obscenely at the nickname, her hips jerking from the bed moaning out loud his name
— T-Terzo! Terzo please! I need to....I want to...
—....You little filthy sister....—He positioned himself between her legs and without much warning he pushed inside, gasping and moaning deeply at the feeling, she felt the most blasphemous pleasure in the world.
Something inside her snapped after his thrust, her whole body felt like wildfire and she could swear that she was seeing stars and glistens all over the place, with the last part of her coherence she moved his arms towards him, looking for more of his touch, she wanted to feel him completely. He kept thrusting into her while taking of his shirt, he leaned over her and kissed her, her lips were soft and plump, as they kissed her moans got trapped in her throat and left only as breathy whimpers as he moved his hips and his bodies became one sweaty wet mess.
— I can feel you squeezing me so good....such a good girl for your Papa...—He bit her neck leaving marks all over the skin, she scratched the skin on his back and pectorals, she looked at him completely lost in her lustful dream that came true , adoring his expression, his passion and the delicious way in which he was devoted to give her pleasure.
For him, she was a devil that came from hell to make him lust over and over. He already had many affairs under his sleeve, but no one of those compared to the sinful sweet adoration of the sister. Her body seemed to perfectly fit with his, the way her legs hugged his hips, how her breast moved hypnotizing him, the delicious tightness and the way his name sounded on her lips. He wanted more of her, he wanted her for him and only him, this egoist desire of consuming her, of corrupt all if her shyness and all of her politeness into a pure lustfull mess, a fuck doll , a slut just for him.
He stopped for a bit to lift her legs over his shoulders and letting one of his hands wander from her tits to his neck and to his face, drawing the shape of her lips with his finger, looking at her and licking his lips at the sight, she licked the tip of his finger and he slide his thumb on her mouth. She began to suck desperately, her glossy eyes dropping tears of pleasure as he rolled his hips so deliciously over her, her insides twitched with anticipation of a climax that was already there. She was sure she scratched so hard that he bled a bit, but the pain turned him even more. He helped her ride her orgasm and lowered the pace of his thrusts for a minute.
—How was that dolcezza?....—He grabbed her by the waist and placed a pillow under her back for extra support and then proceeded to give her sweet kisses helping her ride the last waves of her orgasm before keep going further. — Are you okay?
— More....—She looked at him blushed, slightly drooling. Pupils fully dilated by pleasure, sweaty and still gasping for air but begging for more. "Such a good girl "terzo thought admiring the sight in front of him , but he needed to make sure she was okay, because after her approval he was going to go full feral on her.
— First, are you okay? Nothing hurts?....I plan to make love to you all afternoon and then at night if you are still needy give you some more but I need to know if you are well...—He brushed some strains of hair out of her forehead and caressed her cheek.
— I'm okay....I want more. Please....
— Mnn...I'm not sure if you are well...—He smiled devilishly moving his hips with one hard thrust — You seem quite agitated and...—He thrusted again — you look too red...—Once again another thrust — and you are gasping for air...
— Mnh...p-please ....ah! Don't....don't tease me....I ...I want more...
— And are you sure that you could...—His thrust were slow but hard and deep, he took his subtle time between thrusts just to make her squirm underneath him —.... take it?..
— I'm sure! I just....please fuck me! I want to feel your cum inside of me!
— Mngh....fucking hell y/n....you filthy puttana...want more of your Papa?....—He lifted her in his arms and sat on the bed with her on top but with her back pressed against his chest , he had her hold by the thighs with the rest of her legs clinging in the air. — Then take me....
After this sentence he began thrusting into her making her almost jump in his lap, her moans were obscene and loud, the wet slapping sound echoed in the room mixed with the moans of them both. His nails dig into her soft skin , her neck and back as his full disposition to bite and kiss , leaving marks all over her skin. He was close, he could feel the tightness in his abdomen. He dropped one of her legs and lowered his hand to her clit pressing and making circles over it as he thrusted, she squirmed and moaned his name over and over.
— Mnhg...y/n I'm...I'm close....you want it inside huh?....You filthy whore....so dumb fucked by your Papa...this is what you dreamed of isn't it?...mnhg! Ah! Fucking Satanás! ...
His hips moved faster and harder searching for his climax , but he couldn't indulge until she came at least one time more.
— Mmngh terzo! Together please....I want to come with you Papa! ...I want to be your personal..ah! Fuck toy! ...
— You sure are a bag of surprises sister...— His gasp and moans reverb on her ear, the praises and filthy remarks made her even closer, with only two thrusts more she came undone over him, squirting hard and wetting his bed, sofa and floor. He felt like he was melting in the caldrons of hell with her, he came with a loud and deep growl thrusting some more before collapsing in the bed with her underneath him. He pulled it off and watched as his cum leaked from her, this filled him with pride, looking at her so disheveled on his bed.
— mnhg...ah....don't leave...
— I'm not leaving....—He brushed some strains of hair out of her face and gave her a sweet peck on the lips as she turned around to be face up on the bed— but I need to prepare something...wait a minute dolce...
He went to his bathroom and prepared the tub for her, he took her in his arms slowly and carefully before letting her down slowly in the warm water. She was dozing a bit.
— You will stay here in my chambers today, and tonight you will make me company at the mass and ritual, then right back here with me si?...
— But...papa....—As she came down from her high the weight of reality became real, she knew that this will probably be a one time thing and she needed to get back to her chores— Sister Imperator is going to punish me if I do not finish my chores...
— It will be arranged as soon as we leave the tub, sí dolce?...—He entered the tub with her and she cuddled instantly on his chest, such a cute sight...
— Are you sure Papa?...
— I'm sure...and do not call me papa when we are alone si? Just terzo...Don't worry about the old hag , she is going on a trip with the old man and my brothers, we are going to be alone all week...Just me and the Cardinale, and of course you in my office all day wearing your cute dresses just for me...—He nuzzled her hair messing with her....
— Oh...I thought that...you know...I was going to be your one day off and stuff...—She looked up at him and he melted again, so innocent and yet so filthy, who would think that about her? He needed to thank his dear Amico later for letting him get in the confessional, maybe she would never had approached him otherwise, and yes , maybe he wouldn't done either . He was glad that Satan put her in his path.
— I know about my reputation sister...
—Just...y/n is fine if I can call you Terzo...just between us ...
— Well...y/n I know about my reputation but that's mostly a ...eh....it's part of the job...and I know that i have my fair share of affairs with a lot of sisters but no more than Secondo did or even Primo in his "prime" — He joke about his lame joke to ease some of her tension — You are right in be suspicious but I'm being honest...I want you for me as long as you are right with it , maybe we could get to know more about each other...I'm a bit tired of the running around with the sisters if I'm honest I'm bored about everything this days that's why I asked Copia...I mean, Cardinal Copia the favor of being on the confessional and that lead me to you, I will take it as a signal from our dark lord..
— So...you are asking me out?...—She smiled, it wasn't a dream right? — I'm not dreaming of this? Please tell me that I'm not..
— You are not ....— He laughed before pinning her slowly against the marble of the bath — But I'm going to make you feel like you are walking on air after this....—He laughed a bit at her expression of sudden lust and hunger— So eager....another round then?...
She used his weight in her favor and the slick of the water and turned around this time pinning him, he felt his dick bounce to his abdomen as soon as she was over him and her tits hanging in front of his face. She rocked her hips back and forth slowly over his cock
— Another round then ....—She took a deep breath and let him slide inside of her in one seat — Mnhg!...fuck...why it's so big?...mgnh....
— Mgnh...y/n ...so eager....—He bit his lip and grabbed her hips to give her more support, she moved wonderfully. She looked like a dark goddess of lust over him. His breast moving up and down with her, tempting him to bite and lick every piece of skin on them and so he did, he trapped one of her nipples between his lips sucking and biting, his hands traveled from her hips to his ass, squeezing and slapping her precious butt cheeks.
— Mnhg...Terzo....—She put her arms on his shoulders for support and started to move harder and faster, moaning his name over and over. The echo in the bathroom made her sound like a choir of devilish succubus filled with pure and primal desire. Her whole body was invested in giving him the biggest pleasure as a way to retrieve the pleasure that he gave her, the way she moved and breathed, how she moaned his name, how the tightness inside her felt. He felt his whole body sensitive, the way the warm water soothes his skin while being in the hot embrace of that marvelous woman on top of him, he moaned her name as a prayer. His wet hair falling on his face, her hair dropping over his shoulder everytime she moved, the heat of both bodies becoming one through the ritual of pleasure and lust.
— Mnhg! Fuck....y/n I'm not....mgnh...you are too...mgnh... damn hot ...I want to feel you more...ah la mia dolce puttana...così buona per me, così desiderosa del mio sperma....
— Sí Terzo please! Fill me with your cum...I'm getting closer...mgnh I want to come all over your dick...
— Mgnh...Sí dolce ... everything that you desire my sweet little devil....—He grabbed her hips, thrusting hard and fast over and over until she came with a high pitched moan. He came shortly after, filling her again with her cum..
— Mnhg ...ah!...don't ...move....—He smiled a bit — Too...sensitive....
— Oh...let me just ...—He plopped out of her and lifted her slowly.
— Mnhhh.....—She cuddles with him again. Caressing his chest and brushing his chest hair slowly. Giving kisses on his shoulder and chest.
— You are so cuddly...—He sighed in relaxation— so warm...
— You...don't like it?....—She asked a but worried of being too much all of the sudden.
— I love it....—He kissed her over and over, making her blush. — Let's get out of here and shower, I will make a ghoul go for some clothes for you and then you can sleep a bit on my bed while I take care of some duties...Don't worry about a thing of your chores, it's all ready....now, let's get cleaned up si princesa?...
They showered and rested on his bed, she fell asleep quickly, he brought his paperwork to his chamber and worked on his desk while watching her sleep, he was sure that it was the right decision following the devil's sign that guided him to her. All of it just for a simple private confession...
A.N : Heeeey! I hope that you enjoyed it, I was in the mood for a filthy sexy smut with our slutty Papa but I could keep the fluff away, I like fluff. If you have comments suggestions or want me to write something specific you can comment something down below or leave and question on the ask me page. 💕 thanks again for reading and I hope you have a great day/night/afternoon etc. 💕
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Louise - Terzo x Fem!Reader
Summary: After deciding to have a baby, Terzo, was very excited about being a dad. But he was also ready for another one after some months.
Words: 2.755
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, SMUT +18!
You were the first person he told about his desire to become a father. Initially, you were hesitant, but eventually, you decided to start trying to get pregnant.
When you told him that you were pregnant, he was overjoyed and couldn't believe he was going to be a dad. Terzo had always wanted to be a father, but his excitement was beyond what you had expected.
Since the first day he was already telling you how he felt it was gonna be a girl. On the day you both discovered it was a girl, Terzo wouldn't stop smiling. On the way back to the Ministry, he was already coming up with some baby names. By the end of the day, he decided, Louise.
Throughout your pregnancy, Terzo had scheduled ritual dates, which you attended in the early months but due to the last months of your pregnancy, it was necessary for you to be absent.
However, he would call you every night to check on you and the baby, often using cute nicknames like "polpettina."
"Cara! How are you? How is our polpettina? I miss my girls." – Terzo would come up with a lot nicknames for the baby during your pregnancy, "polpettina" was one of his favorites. You would always laugh whenever he called her like that.
"Amore mio, let me talk to our fiorellina!" He would ask you to put your phone close to your belly and he would hum songs he would come up with between the talk and you loved to hear him doing that.
Less than one month before the day you would have the baby, the rituals were over and he was back to the Ministry to be with you. Terzo would take care of you during the day and make sure to have some trustworthy Ghoul around you when he couldn't be there.
When the day finally came, Terzo was nervous but excited to meet his daughter. He promised to love and care for her unconditionally and was moved to tears when he held her for the first time. He really felt the height of the world that day.
In the following months, he dedicated all his time to you and the baby, making sure you were both well taken care of. At his free days, he would read stories and sing to her. You can even swear you heard him trying to teach her some Italian words such as "mamma" and "papà".
At night, he was always the first one to comfort her when she cried. He would take her from the crib to hold her in his arms to calm her down and you would be there next to him. You would ask him to take her in your arms and tell him to go back to bed, but he couldn't do it. He would stay by your side until she fell asleep again.
After that, you both would return to your room and go straight to bed. Cuddling with each other, Terzo would whisper "Ti amo" and other words of love in your ear until you fell back asleep.
Every month, Terzo would make sure to throw a party for Louise, whether it was small or big, it didn't matter. The most important thing was to celebrate another month of her life. Louise was almost one year old now, and he was already planning a big party for her.
Thanks to him, Louise was already mumbling some small words. The first day Louise called Terzo "papà" he didn't even know how to react. He just knew how to cry, asking her to say it again. Terzo also taught her to walk. Even though she was still stumbling when he called you to look at her trying to walk, he would still look so proud of her.
"Bellissima, mia polpettina! Bellissima! Molto bene!" he would say, applauding her and getting her in his arms to kiss her cheek.
One day, Terzo woke up early. He noticed you were still in his arms, with your face close to his collarbone. He started to call your name and left kisses on your face while tangling his fingers in your hair.
"Cara… Wake up…" he mumbled, giggling when you made noises and refused to open your eyes, squeezing him tight. He moved his hand from your hair to your face, tilting your chin towards him. "Mi dispiace, I know you're tired and still sleepy, but…" he whispered.
You opened your eyes a little, still half asleep, and smiled at Terzo. "But what?" Closing your eyes again, you moved your face closer to his, touching noses and ghosting your lips on his before letting out a deep sigh.
"So the Principessa will only wake up with a kiss from her principe?" he giggled.
You nodded and pouted. Terzo moved in to close the gap between your faces, pressing his lips on yours in a soft but sweet peck. "What about now? The Principessa is awake?"
Opening your eyes once again, you looked straight into his eyes. He had a slight smile on his lips as he looked at you. "Maybe…" you whispered, tracing a path with your fingertips from the side of his body to his face. "Perhaps I need a better kiss, a proper one."
"A better kiss? Excuse me?"
"You know what I mean, Terzo." You giggle, watching the smile turn into a smirk. He then brings you closer to him by placing his hand on your waist under your pajama shirt. You can feel his warm hand on your skin, squeezing it a little harder, making you sigh with pleasure. "You can do a lot better than this", you say, moving your hand to his hair, slightly pressing your body against his, shifting your gaze between his eyes and his lips as an invitation.
He knows exactly what you mean but before he can do anything, you both hear a baby crying in another room, making you both laugh as you look into each other's eyes. You leave his side, getting up from the bed and going to Louise's room.
Taking her from the crib into your arms, you start to calm her down when Terzo comes into the room, looking at you both. "What is the problem, piccolina? Why are you awake so early in the morning?" You rested her head on your chest.
"Oh, why polpettina is crying so early in the morning?" he said in a low tone, getting closer to you both and staying behind you, putting one of his hands on your shoulder and the other on Louise's head. "Shh.. Shh… Everything is fine now, mamma and papà are here now," he says.
Moving from behind you to pick her up in his arms and kissing her head. You sigh at the vision of Terzo holding Louise in his arms.
"I guess she's hungry," you said, putting your hand on Louise's back.
He handed Louise back to you and pressed a delicate kiss on your forehead. "I'll get our breakfast ready then", Terzo said before leaving the room. You sat on the armchair with Louise in your arms.
After a while, Terzo returned and found Louise already sleeping in your arms. He stopped by the door, watching you hum a song to her. Lost in thoughts, he watched you until you got up to lay her back in her crib and walk towards him.
"We should use the remaining hours to rest before she wakes up again." you whispered close to his ear. He wrapped his arm around you and led you out of Louise's room, closing the door behind you.
"Cara", he said, putting his mug aside and lowering his face to yours.
"Yes?" you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and lifting your head to look at him.
"Grazie"
"What? What are you thanking me for?" you giggled.
"Per tutto" he sighed.
You kissed his cheek and said, "You don't have to thank me for anything, Terzo. I love you." You smiled at him as you looked into his eyes.
Slowly pulling away from him, you turned your back and walked towards the bed. Suddenly, Terzo hugged you from behind "Ti amo, mia cara" he said and you closed your eyes smiling brightly.
"Well" you opened your eyes" I can see you've got yourself a mug of coffee," you turned back to him, pointing to the mug on a corner table. "And I don't see any other mug, so I guess mio amatto forgot about me." You bit your bottom lip, giggling as you looked at him.
"I-I didn't forget about you, my dear. I just…" You rested one finger on his lips, shushing him, and gave your back to him, walking to the kitchen and looking at him over your shoulder smiling devilish.
You entered the kitchen, and he followed right after you. You went straight to the coffee machine on the kitchen countertop, and he went to the other side of it, completely silent, looking at you as you poured your coffee into your mug.
Slowly, he walked to your side, getting behind you and holding your waist while you took a sip of your coffee. You closed your eyes when you felt his body touching yours, putting the mug down.
With one of his hands, he tilted your head to one side, leaving a kiss on the exposed skin of your neck, making you groan. "Should I give you that kiss you wanted before?" he whispered in your ear, making your whole body shiver.
"Do you think I can have that kiss now, my prince?" you said in a heavy sigh, already melting with his touch. Turning your body to him and putting your hands on his shoulders, you got on the tips of your toes and leaned your body in his direction, scratching his shoulders delicately.
He looked at your lips and immediately caught them in a fierce kiss. You groaned, rolling your eyes to the back of your head, closing them right after. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him close to you tilting your head in his direction, giving him a better acess to your mouth causing him to slide his tongue inside of your mouth, making you moan. His hands were already leaving your waist and tracing your whole body in desperate touches. Between the kiss, you both would be leaving sighs, trying to catch your breaths.
At the moment you felt his hands going down to your thighs, leaving his fingertips teasing your sensitive skin, you let out his name in a moan. "T-Terzo…" you said, pulling away from his lips, biting his bottom lip softly. Your eyes were still closed, and you were loosening the grip of your arms around his neck. But even with your eyes closed, you could feel how close his lips were to yours, just from the feeling of his lips ghosting yours.
Slowly, you opened your eyes and looked at Terzo, who was panting heavily. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he look at you.
"Do you think we should go back to bed, mia cara?" he said with a smirk on his lips, moving his hand closer to your groin teasing you with his fingertips, delicately touching you making you shiver with anticipation and whimper.
"N-No," you mumbled, placing your hand on the visible bulge in his black sweatpants, making him moan at your touch.
With one swift move, Terzo turned you around, instructing you to rest your arms on the kitchen countertop. He played with the waistband of your panties, kissing your neck while pressing his erection against your backside. You pushed back, seeking more friction.
Terzo couldn't stop groaning, and you were already begging for him to be inside you. He got rid of your panties and opened your legs slightly, but before he could do anything, he leaned in close to you. "Mia cara, Louise is almost one year old now. I think we should give her a fratelli. What do you think?"
Your eyes widened at his words, and you turned to face him with a big smile on your face. "Are you serious, Terzo?" He nodded, looking at you intently. You turned your body towards him, holding his face with both hands and pressing a delicate kiss on his lips.
"Yes!" You said, smiling. "I want it too. Let's try to have another baby."
You left Terzo speechless. He wasn't expecting that you would accept it now, he had to blink a little trying to comprehend the situation. "Are you really sure about it?" He needed to be sure.
"Yes!" you said, laughing. "Now… Are we going to make the baby or…?" You said in a whisper, looking into his eyes and leaving his face to trace your hands on the waistband of his sweatpants. You turned your back on him again, spreading your legs a little and resting your upper body on the kitchen countertop.
Terzo swiftly removed his sweatpants with a single motion, kicking them aside. He held your hips tightly and teased your entrance with his length, causing your legs to tremble. "Terzo… please, I'm begging you. I need you."
As he pressed the tip of his length against your entrance, a loud moan escaped your lips. He closed his lips together sucking the air hearing you moan. "Mia cara, we need to be a little bit quiet or... You know" he giggled pushing him inside of you holding you on your place.
He teased you by slowly pushing himself inside of you, making you feel his full length before starting to move. A moan escaped his lips as he began to thrust in a rhythmic pattern. You moved your hips to encourage him to go faster. "Shh… Let me feel you." Terzo whispered as he placed a hand on your back and thrust deeper, causing you to whimper.
He moved in the way you wanted him to, leaning his body on top of yours and kissing your shoulder. He then grabbed your hair, pulling your head back making your back arch in his direction. You tried to stifle your moans as he increased the pace of his movements, but it looked impossible to.
Terzo's hand left your hair and found it way between your legs, where he began to rub your clit. "T-Terzo… Please, baby, don't stop," you begged as your legs began to shake more than before.
You moved your hips, seeking more friction. His hips hammered against yours faster with every movement, and his hands rubbed your clit in the same rhythm as his hips slammed into yours.
"Damn, baby, you're so good. You feel so good inside" he said, smacking your butt cheek and making you whimper. His groans became more frequent. "You take my cock so well."
Those words made you contract around his length, making him growl. "Does my cock feel good inside of you, mia cara? Is your husband's cock making you feel good?"
"Te-Terzo, I can't handle anymore."
"Mia cara, cum for me. I'm almost there too. Cum on my cock and let me breed you, let me put a baby in you," he said, emptying your mind. You got drunk on his words, and they messed with everything in your brain, making your orgasm come really hard while you kept contracting around his length in a fast and constant frequency. He didn't stop with the fast and deep thrusts inside of you. In fact, feeling that you had just cum on his length made him give you a devilish grin. "You make me feel so good, cara, you make me feel so good," he said before finishing himself inside of you, filling you up with his warmth.
Terzo left your clit and put his hand right next to you on the kitchen countertop, looking for some support while he heavily panted. You turned your head to him, looking him up and down, and gave him a pleasant smile.
"I think we still have time to rest a little bit before Louise wakes up." He said as he pulled out of you.
You straightened your back and took a deep breath. "I guess we do… But do you really want to sleep…?" you asked, looking at him with a devilish smile on your lips and putting your hands on his belly.
"Oh… Mia cara… I love how you never get enough of me," he whispered, getting his face close to yours. Holding your hand, he led you back to the bedroom.
"Oh, Terzo… I'll never get tired of you. Don't you ever doubt that."
Grammar
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(Mia) Polpettina - (my) Little meatball
Bellissima - Very beautiful
Molto Bene - Very good
Amore mio - My love
Fiorellina - Little flower
(Mia) Cara - (My) Dear
Mi dispiace - I'm sorry
Ti amo - (I) Love you
Mamma - Mom
Papà - Dad
Principessa - Princess
Principe - Prince
Piccolina - Little one
Grazie - Thank you
Per tutto - For everything
Mio amatto - My beloved
Fratelli - Sibling
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Which Papa is most likely to let me keep their hoodie that I "borrowed"?
Copia looks down at you, smiling gently as you peek out from underneath the red hood of his coat. It hangs loose and large on you, and the zipper jangles against the middle of your thigh, clearly meant for a bigger man. When you return his smile, beaming toothily up at him, he reaches down and pats your head, resisting the urge to ruffle your hair under the hood.
"Glad to see you are comfortable, caro... You little rat." He turns the soft barb into a joke, flexing his gloves fingers to indicate little thieving hands. "This is the third you've taken from me! I'm running the Abbey coffers dry on coats."
"I can't help it if they smell like you." You shrug and the zipper jingles loudly with the movement, your hands twisting deep into the pockets to flap the open sides of the coat-- you feel very much like a protected child when you're hidden in the folds in his coats, but it's not something you'll admit. Not out loud, at least.
"Then return that one when it smells like you, and I'll stink it up again." Copia shrugs with a slanted smile, equal parts actual annoyance and fondness. You reach up and make a show of putting your arms on his shoulders, resting your forearms on him before you step closer. "Needy, needy."
"Only for you, Papa." He flushes under the new paint before he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead and pull you close to him.
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Your hand against mine
Pairing: Swiss x Dewdrop
Tags: SFW-ish but still fetishy, fluff, friends to lovers, hand kink, soft cardiophilia
Word count: 463
It all seemed like simple stage antics, something between heterosexual but close friends. Dewdrop was focused on playing the guitar and Swiss came up behind him and hugged him, his hands running over his body. And fans went crazy with those displays of affection between the two ghouls.
But what no one could see was that, beneath the masks, their faces flushed and contorted with pleasure when these caresses took place. And, within the chests of the two ghouls, a feeling grew more and more. Were they… in love with each other?
One night, after an excellent ritual, the two ghouls were staying in the same hotel room and the atmosphere was pure tension. One didn't know if the other felt the same, but even so, nervousness reigned. What could happen, with the two of them together behind closed doors?
After a shower and a beer from the minibar, Swiss became more relaxed and took a time to look at Dew, who was sitting on the bed reading a magazine about guitar technique. He always thought it was adorable how small and slender the guitarist's body was, but that night, something caught his attention. Dew's hands, which were turning pages through the magazine, were beautiful: they had very prominent veins and long, bony fingers. But they were small, delicate. Swiss wanted to touch them, feel them against his own and compare their size.
The multi-instrumentalist didn't hold back:
- Hey, Dew. Can I check something out?
- What?
- Your... Hand. Let me take a look.
Dew was a little weirded out by Swiss's unusual request, but agreed, putting the magazine aside and extending his hand. Swiss took it tenderly in his own hand, pressing their palms together and finally noticing the difference in size. The guitarist's hand was indeed much smaller and daintier than his.
The two ghouls stared at each other, blushing. The two hearts started beating faster, and soon the sound of the beats was the only sound that could be heard inside the room.
- I wonder if it's true... - Swiss broke the silence, his voice trembling. - What they say about the size of your hands…
Dew chuckled nervously.
- No, you idiot. - Swiss replied, also smiling. - I'm talking about the size of the heart, which they say is the size of a fist.
A few shy seconds later, Dew placed his hand flat on Swiss's chest, feeling the accelerated heartbeat. The multighoul did the same, feeling the guitarist's equally rapid pulse.
And in a rush, the two faces approached until their lips touched and joined in a passionate lip lock, giving vent to all the affection accumulated in their young hearts. The hands, previously joined by the palms, would now travel over each other's backs, necks and hair, caressing with vigor and passion.
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characters: rain ghoul, gn!reader
a/n: listen,, i am TIRED and sleepy and water has always been a source of serenity for me so its only a lovely coincidence the ghoul represented with water symbol is becoming a comfort character for me<3
the weight of the entire day doesn't dawn on you until a weight of someone does from behind.
arms sliding from both sides and wrapped around with ease, chin resting on the spot connecting your shoulder and neck, rain's form fits into yours perfectly, as always.
you do not realize just how exhausted you have been, since the morning– for the past couple of days, until rain's chest meets your back and as if on cue, your body drops all its weight onto him, leaning for support.
it is a relaxing position, despite still being on your feet. to let go of the muscle tone without a care, knowing you're in safe arms now, holding you, holding onto you, in a similar search of support like yours, you assume.
this kind of intimacy does not come so easily.
it is special, in its own way, to allow the vulnerability, to have your mind clear of everything, of every nagging thought, the fog that's been consuming your brain, the constant stream of worries– all that vaporized with a snap, no, dispelled swift and smooth, even from the moment you hear rain's footsteps approaching you, when your nose catches his scent, when you feel his warmth against yours.
and that's why, you do not see the need to turn back to see who it is that's holding you now.
not that you'd risk it either, the feeling of skin by your shoulder tells you he has forgo the mask for the time being– something rare for the ghouls themselves, especially outside their chambers.
his steady breathing puts you at ease easily, fastening the 'melting into him' process. you can feel the beat of his heart, the vibrations, the sounds, maybe it is delusional to say but as your pulse continues to drum in your ears, a part of you thinks the beats of your hearts start to synchronize with each passing second.
on moments like this, no words are needed, as you've both learnt together. swaying right and left slightly, rain's weight still pinning you down, you can hear him take a deep breath in, inhale and let go in a sigh. as if burning the sensation to his memory, to make it last for ever.
(but that's how it usually goes, no? to commit the feeling of him, of his touch, of the sounds he makes, of the way he acts and gestures as he talks into your memory– each detail, minor or not, a part of you and a part of him always work actively despite the serenity taking over. all that hard work so these moments will remain inside you forever.)
the thought of him inhaling your own scent shouldn't bring a smile to your lips, but the body does what it wants, the heart feels what it desires– and so you close your eyes, let your head fall back and leaning against his with a smile.
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Masterlist
In the eerie moonlit forest, you are ensnared in a nightmarish game of hide and seek with the malevolent entity Dewdrop, whose demonic force has targeted you. The chilling objective is to survive until sunrise, seeking refuge in the Ministry’s cabin deep within the sinister woods. With the dawn as your only salvation, you must navigate the haunted forest, outwit the relentless demon, and reach safety before Dewdrop claims you as his prize. The race against time intensifies, making the night unforgiving as you strive to survive until sunrise in this twisted pursuit. Yet months after your first encounter with Dewdrop's demonic form, you convinced your lover to let a second hunt begin. But, in the shadow of night, who is truly hunting whom?
As this is dark fiction, I'm choosing to rate it 21+. Please respect my rating. Please heed the trigger warnings in each part! Thank you.
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WARNING
This is a work of fiction based in the extreme horror category and should be treated as such. I do not condone the actions the characters make, nor am I actively encouraging others to participate in such actions in everyday life. It also does not reflect the personalities of the performers who play these characters.
The purpose of this fic is to shock, scare, entertain, and make readers entirely uncomfortable. If you are not in a headspace where you can safely read and enjoy this story, or even if the trigger warnings make you uncomfortable, I highly recommend and encourage you not to read this. Your mental health is more important than a work of fiction.
If you are struggling to come to terms with past trauma, please talk to someone and seek professional help.
You deserve to feel safe, loved and cared for. Thank you.
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✿ — masterlist.
— hey, hello! this post is basically just a silly little masterlist of all of my writings! the links featured in the titles of each work will take you directly to the full fics published on ao3. all fics below are organized based alphabetically based on fandom + then further organized by the dates with which they were published! most recent fics are on the top, older fics are on the bottom :)
friendly reminder that there is nsfw content featured below, minors please beware.
» prompt collection.
✿ — "spoiled ✿ archives." || everyone + everyone.
➥ just silly prompts that the silly little people in my phone leave for me on tumblr!! ùwú
NSFW + SFW : content varies per chapter, please look into chapter's a/n for more information + warnings.
RATING : ratings vary per chapter.
LENGTH : 15 chapters // 19.5k words // chapter updates vary on askbox activity + motivation.
» ghost.
✿ — "you shine like the sun and the moon (and the stars in the sky)." || maggot (oc) + sathyr (oc).
➥ gross, they're in love.
SFW : lazy mornings, soft + wholesome.
RATING : teen.
LENGTH : 1 chapter // 3.3k words // completed.
✿ — "but i love you (i love you)." || amaryllis (oc) + mountain/swiss.
➥ amaryllis needs her mates, what's wrong with a little shiny surprise to spice things up?
NSFW : polyamory, daddy kink, mating cycles, dom/sub dynamics.
RATING : explicit.
LENGTH : 2 chapters // 9.3k words // completed.
✿ — "cry for absolution." || zephyr + cowbell.
➥ cowbell apparently has a thing for a pianists hands, and zephyr can never tell it 'no'.
NSFW : t4t/nb4nb, hand kink, light power dynamics, guided masturbation.
RATING : explicit.
LENGTH : 1 chapter // 5.0k words // completed.
✿ — "i'll make you beg for more." || dewdrop + mountain.
➥ dewdrop says his dick is bigger, and mountain's going to make it happen.
NSFW : t4t, bdsm dynamics, genital torture, impact play; safe, sane, and consensual.
RATING : explicit.
LENGTH : 1 chapter // 5.0k words // completed.
✿ — "there's a sting in the way you kiss me." || sunshine + aether.
➥ the first thing my mind went to apparently in regard to the new re-imperatour lineup.
NSFW : mtf mommy dom sunshine, femdom, chastity, orgasm denial, anal.
RATING : explicit.
LENGTH : 1 chapter // 6.6k words // completed.
✿ — "mushy ✿ may." || everyone + everyone!
➥ haha!! what the hell, let's get mushy!! ♡
NSFW + SFW : mushy may 2023 calendar + prompt list >>here.
RATING : ratings vary by chapter.
LENGTH : 6 chapters // 11.2k words // unfinished + probably abandoned. :')
✿ — "telomeres." || mountain + zephyr.
➥ zephyr and mountain are smoking buddies.
NSFW : nb4t, ghweed, sex under the influence, semi-public sex.
RATING : explicit.
LENGTH : 1 chapter // 9.6k words // completed.
✿ — "ghost of the sun." || dewdrop + mountain.
➥ dewdrop cut his hair for unhealthy reasons. mountain knows.
NSFW + DEAD DOVE, DO NOT EAT : hate-fuck, dubious consent, angst with a happy ending, mentions of self-harm/self-destructive behavior.
RATING : explicit.
LENGTH : 1 chapter // 11.2k words // completed.
✿ — "sun-kissed chocolate chips." || dewdrop + mountain.
➥ mountain’s trying to do something nice for his packmates, and dewdrop gets all hot and bothered over it.
NSFW : morning sex, rimming, slight food kink.
RATING : explicit.
LENGTH : 1 chapter // 5.3 words // completed.
✿ — "unholy eyes." || dewdrop + rain.
➥ rain has a gift for dewdrop.
NSFW : nb4t, forced feminization, mirror sex.
RATING : explicit.
LENGTH : 1 chapter // 13.1k words // completed.
✿ — "hey, little darling (look at you)." || terzo + omega.
➥ terzo is being a goddamn tease during rehearsal, and omega catches sight of something he shouldn’t have. you know, for his rapidly decreasing sanity.
NSFW : lingerie, teasing + banter, knotting, cat/mouse dynamics.
RATING : explicit.
LENGTH : 1 chapter // 9.5k words // completed.
✿ — "let me justify my own rewards (put your hands on me)." || dewdrop + copia.
➥ copia has to inject his medicine, and dewdrop always has a reserved spot between his legs.
NSFW : t4t, frottage, soft + wholesome.
RATING : explicit.
LENGTH : 1 chapter // 11.0k words // completed.
✿ — "we dance once more (i feel your hands are cold)." || dewdrop + sunshine/rain.
➥ dewdrop is a good boy (for once), and both sunshine and rain know this firsthand.
NSFW : mtf sunshine, polyamory + group sex, dom/sub dynamics.
RATING : explicit.
LENGTH : 1 chapter // 8.2k words // completed.
✿ — "the world is on fire (and you are here to stay and burn with me)." || dewdrop + era iv.
➥ dewdrop’s cycle has a bit of a ‘surprise’ tucked in store for him, but he doesn’t want to bother the other ghouls about it… yeah, no, they’re not having that. like, at all.
NSFW : kinktober, group sex, heat cycles/pack dynamics.
RATING : explicit.
LENGTH : 1 chapter // 22.4k words // completed.
» sleep token.
✿ — "i want to have you to myself (for once)." || ii + vessel.
➥ vessel is the new god of the kingdom and ii is his advisor, his knight, his everything-
NSFW : fantasy au, cannibalistic/religious imagery, frottage, teeth/spit kink, god! king! vessel + knight! ii.
RATING : explicit.
LENGTH : 1 chapter // 13.1k words // completed.
» stranger things.
✿ — "there is love in your body (but you can't hold it in)." || steve harrington + eddie munson.
➥ steve gets his period, and eddie's hungry for one specific thing.
NSFW : t4t, menstrual/blood kink, vampire!eddie munson.
RATING : explicit.
LENGTH : 1 chapter // 9.3k words // completed.
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Haeresis Dea - Interlude
Copia goes to a post office! AO3 Link
September, 2011
It was still much too hot in Italy.
Much too hot to be running into town from the cathedral, much too hot to be wearing heavy robes, and much too hot to have any sense of urgency with anything. Unfortunately for him, Cardinal Copia found himself doing all three.
The post office within the Clergy was still open, but whoever was running it must have either skipped or had been on their hourly break, Copia didn’t care. He had a letter that needed to be delivered as soon as he could possibly muster, not a minute to waste. So, he tried to tuck his robes and his shoes and run to the post office in the nearest village, tripping over the bright red fabric all the way.
Unathletic as he was, he was making pretty decent time. Copia was able to make it to the nearest village in about 10 minutes, utterly tearing through the passers by in his wake. Only having time for a heaved “Scusate, mi dispiace…” to everyone he was running past. Manners mattered, even if he was running like hell. He almost skidded right past the doors to the closest post office, ripping open the glass door triggering the sound of bells. The sole person working there sure had an interesting sight.
A cardinal, in his robes covered in dirt, sweating and cursing to himself, with a single letter in hand. Copia stood there, not meaning to stare at her, breathing heavily before saying anything. “Buongiorno…”
Hot, red embarrassment creeped up Copia’s neck at his rudeness. “Salve…” His voice was strained and timid, if it was even able to be heard between deafening inhales and exhales. Swallowing, he straightened himself up, very sheepish about making such a brazen entrance. “I’m uh… not as young as I used to be…”
It was true. The cardinal was never one for athletic feats but in his 20’s he was able to run from the clerical office to the cemetery without completely shutting down. It’s been about 10 years since then, and his ordination as a cardinal meant he could lead a very soft life when focusing on clerical duties, eating more indulgent food and not waiting on the Emeritus brothers hand in foot. Well, mostly. The two eldest were on a world tour- a mission trip of sorts.
Ghost. One could argue it was the bane of Nihil Emeritus’ existence but anyone could tell you that he had his fair share already. When he was a young buck, after loaning-stealing money from the ministry he gallivanted around America with that rock n’ roll band during the late sixties. Man, what a time it was. Good music, good cocaine, good sex, good coked-up sex. Unfortunately, the story that had plagued Nihil and the ministry for years was the two bundles of joy, the direct consequence of all that coked-up sex.
Tail between his legs, Nihil slinked back to Italy. Accompanied by his girlfriend, who is only ever addressed as Sister Imperator, and his two bastard babies. Excommunication was out of the question at that point, since the Ghost project had already proselytized many new members to the Unholy Church of Satan. He raised up his boys, and one extra son born of a nun for good measure, to be the future leaders of the ministry, leaving them to baptize and excommunicate whomever they pleased, whenever they pleased.
Nihil, now much older and growing more tired of all the duties that come with being Papa had stepped down in favour of watching horror movies, following Imperator around like a lost puppy, and bossing around the newly-appointed cardinal Copia. However, this Copia mission was, for once, not at the whim of Nihil, or the reigning Papa, Primo. No, his marathon into the local post office all the way from the cathedral was entirely of his own volition.
Copia was going to break a rule, and a very big one at that. With his new position as cardinal, leaving him a candidate for future Papa third to Secondo and Terzo Emeritus and the rest of the college of cardinals, Copia feels insurmountable panic potentially breathing wrong in the presence of others. Something was afoot in the ministry, something big. An overhaul that happened like clockwork like the tower in a tarot deck. Something was going to happen. To Ghost, to the ministry, to Primo, and there was one person who was left completely blindsided that needed to know more than anyone.
“I er… have a letter to deliver!” go figure. The woman on the other end of the desk had no comment and simply looked Copia up and down, eyes glinting with intrigue and mild annoyance. He swallowed dry anxiety. “Can you do that for me?” his voice trailed off into nothingness. The woman’s face stretched into a strained smile. “Of course. Bring it here.”
Copia scurried forward, avoiding eye contact with her. Meekly, and in gloved hand, he handed her a thick letter, neatly stamped with the ministry’s logo on the wax. The woman subtly snatched the envelope from him, investigating the stamp, wax, and address. “You’ve been writing to this household for years now, you know, if this person owes you money or anything you can just as easily get the police involved.” “Ah! No. This person owes me nothing, not a thing. This isn’t on behalf of the ministry it’s for… me…”
The woman stared through Copia, who was offering her a sheepish, crooked smile. Clicking her tongue and putting down the envelope she folded her fingers together, sighing through her nose. “The earliest I can get this letter in to this woman is about four weeks standard deliver and two with express.” The familiar state of panic sparked in Copia’s throat and spread like a disease. “Two weeks? Signora… this message is of the upmost importance. It… it cannot wait!”
Attempting to stand his ground, Copia looked at the woman with pleading, almost wet eyes. He received cold, hard stone in response. “It will take the time it takes, cardinal.” She spat, obviously digging at his cassock. “Doesn’t God make things happen all in good time?”
She was mocking him, and he wasn’t going to take that sitting down. “I am not with the catholics madam I…” Copia decided it just wasn’t worth it, or that he was too fearful, or both. “I really need this letter delivered at the utmost earliest convenience. It is for a dear friend… something has happened and… please.” Anyone who has worked in customer service can tell when a customer is using a faux-tragedy to get to what they want. This was not one of those times.
Copia’s desperation was real, and even though the post office woman had no regard for if he even lived or died, she realized that she should at least make sure he wasn’t going to cause a scene. Or, in her mind, get God to smite her. “Listen. If you want priority you are going to need to pay a premium to get it in any faster than two weeks. And, since you say that this is not a venture with your church and is, in fact, a personal letter, that premium must be paid out of pocket.” His features dropped in disappointment.
“But I may, and I repeat to you, may, be able to get this letter to her by the end of tomorrow.” Copia sprung up, trying to contain his joy and relief. “Oh! Oh thank you signoria, thank you! You really have no idea how big of a help this is, really!” He pulled out a small, leather wallet from the pocket of his trousers under his robes. “How much will this set me back?”
The woman flashed him a wicked grin, revelling in her next words. “That will be five euros, signore.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
It was really no matter, no amount of money was going to send Copia’s personal mission off course. This wasn’t about money, or his position, Primo, Terzo, or anyone. This was about a very dear friend of Copia, who although may not see Copia as dear to them, deserves to know of the collapse and collocation that was imminent on the horizon. Now, leaving the post office and the very frazzled woman behind him, all Copia could do now was hope that his letter went through, and his warning was heeded.
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heyyy hiii here is a bunch of swiss being a Huge Sap. and also somno. which was the main premise until i tapped into swiss's internal monologue.
Consummated Bliss
Rating: Explicit
Pairings/Characters: Swiss/Rain, Swiss/Ifrit, Swiss/Omega
Tags: consensual somnopholia, smut with feelings
Words: 4,340
Summary: Swiss is restless and feeling needy, and he doesn't dare disturb Rain's sleep. But after he strikes out twice with his attempts at finding another warm body...
He'll just have to be careful not to wake Rain.
By human standards, many of the ghouls have strange sleep schedules, and some are lucky enough to share a similar pattern with their mates. Swiss isn’t one of them; Rain sleeps from 9pm until 4am, every day; the only time this varies is when they’re on tour, when he has no choice but to shift his sleep schedule and is quite grumpy about it. Swiss, on the other hand, tends to sleep in handfuls of three to four hours at a time twice a day on a rotating schedule with a mind of its own, and he’s somehow almost always awake when Rain is asleep.
Usually, this isn’t a problem. Usually, he’s content to lay with Rain’s sleeping form, basking in the quiet and scrolling through his phone or listening to podcasts or just curled up against him, listening to him breathe.
Swiss is restless tonight. There’s a relentless heat sitting in his veins, and sometimes quietly getting himself off beside Rain is enough to quell it until morning, to allow him to get back to his chosen quiet activity of the night while Rain slumbers beside him. He gets barely ten minutes of peace, in which he curls around Rain and laments other mate pairs lucky enough to have matching sleep schedules, before that buzz returns to him, filling out his cock and sending desire rolling through him, his nerves prickling with it and there’s no way he can ignore it. He rolls his head towards Rain for a moment, debating. He’s explicitly said he doesn’t mind what Swiss gets up to while he’s asleep, as long as he remains that way, and it had only taken the first time Swiss had accidentally woken Rain to cement in his mind how much he needs his rock-steady sleep schedule.
So Swiss eases out of bed and drops a kiss to Rain’s forehead, watches the way the corner of his mouth turns up even in his sleep, a soft smile on his own face to match. He lingers for a moment longer, lost in the moment before his cock twitches of its own accord, reminding him of why he got out of bed in the first place. He roots around in the dark room for a pair of sweats, not bothering with a shirt. The clergy frowns upon the ghouls wandering around the abbey underdressed, but the clergy is asleep, so Swiss doesn’t care. Especially not when the the brush of sweats against his legs is already nearly unbearable and the idea of more fabric on his overheated skin sounds like it might just be the death of him.
To his relief, the air is a little cooler in the halls as he pads on bare feet through to Ifrit’s room. His best friend and co-conspirator is usually awake at this hour, shares the same off-kilter sleep schedule with a mind of its own, and he’s always more than happy to see him, but there’s no answer when he knocks at the door. Swiss pushes it open and frowns when he’s greeted with a dark, silent room. Ruthless, he flicks the light on and pouts at Ifrit’s sleeping form, sprawled out across the bed with the sheets tangled around his legs, facedown in the pillows. He stares shamelessly for a moment at Ifrit’s bare ass, and if the sight alone has him drooling a little, well, no one else is there to see. Which is a shame, really.
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Forgiveness and Rituals.
Swiss made his move in order to get the sister's forgiveness, the Cardenal returns to the church after his trip and some big news are lingering in the upper clergy and Dewdrop is trying to get lucky. Beneath the weight of her own actions Sister y/n has to make decisions and look at her heart.
Chapter one. Chapter two. Chapter three. Chapter Four
Couples: Fem!Reader x Swiss, Dewdrop x Swiss, Drewdrop x Reader.
Warnings: Y/N is used, Threesome, Oral sex, A horny bisexual trio between the reader Swiss and dewdrop, a lot of plot, Praise Kink, Dirty talk They fuck on a bus and hallway so maybe a bit of public exhibition NSFW, Minors DNI +18. All of the pictures were taken from the internet so credits to the people who made them.
Word Count: 14k.
A.N: First of all, I want to apologize for submitting this so late, I had one of the worst couple of weeks that I could imagine, I got an awful cold, My dad got sick again, I had a lot of personal issues, my laptop died and the worst of them all, my beloved childhood dog "Mota" passed away at 16 years old. So a pretty crappy two weeks. As an apology, this chapter is full of plot and smut. I know that is long as fuck,but once I started, I couldn't drop it and I kept writing, I thought about splitting it in two but for me it wouldn't make sense so there it is. Again, I'm so sorry for the delay, I'm already writing chapt 4 so is not going to be thaat late. I hope you enjoy the chapter! Have a good reading!
Swiss got up earlier that every ghoul in the den, he tried to not wake up anyone, so nobody could stop him before leaving. He knew that he wanted to do things right this time so, he decided to give her a surprise, nothing fancy just a tiny detail. As Cirrus said to him, he needed to apologize and show her that he was indeed sorry for everything. He went again to the library, before she woke up and set the place, he cleaned his mess from the night before and put some fresh flowers that he stole from Primo's garden. He wrote her a note "Sorry. I'm an asshole." With a happy face and then left. He decided that after breakfast he was going to try go and talk to her again, with the gift he was just testing the waters.
As he walked his way to Primo's morning mass, he stood a bit in front of her room's door, kind of waiting for her... But he knew better, so he left to the mass, waiting to see her there. But she never went, he waited the whole mass to see a glimpse of her, but he never saw her. After the mass ended, as he was about to leave Primo stopped him.
—She never misses a Mass. What did you do?
—I didn't do anything! I just helped her yesterday that's all.... —He tried to leave again but with his cane Primo stopped him again.
—You have marks all over your neck, are you sure that you just helped her? ....
—I was with another sister yesterday... I didn't do anything, maybe she fell asleep or something.
—If she does not appear for breakfast, I'm going to make you go and get her. If you didn't do anything, you should not have a problem with going to her room to see if she is fine don't you Swiss? —Primo was dead serious, Swiss just nodded and left. He felt a bit guilty again, maybe she fell asleep late after their "meeting"
But he didn’t see her at breakfast either, that’s when he got worried. He left his seat to go find her when she appeared next to Primo, he was relieved in a way. But she seemed sad, her eyes were a bit puffy, and her overall expression seemed defeated. The guilt only grew bigger inside him, he needed to talk to her, make things right.
She was tired, in fact she fell asleep, and she wasn't going to have breakfast either but Primo went to looking for her directly at her room.
— Sister y/n, are you up?
She tried to fix her face a bit and dress quickly to open the door, Primo seemed worried about her state, who could blame him? She sure looked like crap.
—I’m sorry Papa, yesterday I didn't sleep at all, I assume that I missed morning mass didn't I?...—She looked defeated, she knew that she failed not only with the mass but with her work
— Figlioletta, what happened? You seem ill, are you okay?
—I just... couldn't sleep yesterday, maybe I got a cold or something but I'm fine Papa, thank you for worrying about me...
—You never failed one mass, and after our talk yesterday you left me worried. Are you sure that thus doesn't have anything to do with a certain ghoul?...
She tensed up a little, but she tried to brush it off with a sweet fake smile.
— Swiss? Oh no, I haven't seen him since yesterday when he was helping me with the books...
— I'm going to believe you child, but please don't starve yourself. Come with me to the dining room to breakfast.
—Y-Yes Papa...
They walked slowly, Primo was talking to her about how he knew that something was going on with Swiss and her, but also knew that if he talked about it they could get in trouble.
— Sister, I know the thrill of the ghouls but if they hurt you, you need to tell me. They can be dangerous when they want to. But, I don't think that they will, Copia's ghouls are a lot to handle, but they are not pure evil like the first ghouls of the church. They are well behaved but can create a lot of mischief, and sometimes they forget their ghouls strength...so if you are going to indulge with them be careful, and don't worry about Sister Imperator, the old man gives her enough problem for her to worry about you and if she does, I will talk with her...
She entered the room and she could feel how she was being watched again, but between everyone in the tables she recognized his favorite red and black suit. She smiled a bit, maybe she could go and talk to him, that sure could lift her spirit a bit. So she walked to the table in which the Cardinal was, but she didn't saw Terzo seated next to him until she was right at the table.
—I’m sorry Papa, may I have a little time with the Cardinal ? If you are not busy...
—Oh no no no, take a seat sí? ....Hey you are the piccolina working at the library, aren't you? —He took her hand and kiss it with a subtle wink of his eye towards her.
— She has a name Papa. I was looking forward to seeing you sister y/n. —Copia smiled— I have brought some interesting additions to the library, I hope you have some time in the afternoon to check them out.
—Oh I would love that, they are in Latin? Maybe we need to build another shelf just for the Latin books, we have to many and they are spread all over the library...
—Si, if you want to do that I will communicate it to Sister Imperator and get the materials ready
—You have quite a passion for your job sister y/n. I'm glad to see that you two make good company to each other. —Terzo smiled— I wonder if you are as passionate as with your work in other more fun areas....—He winked his eye and left the table laughing a bit, she was sure a sweetheart blushing like that for a small comment. Despite his jokes he was not feeling up to flirt today, he was tired and the morning news from Imperator ruined his mood.
—Mi scusi per...all of this , Terzo is always like that you see...—He was nervous, the reunion with the clergy un the morning had stirred up all of his anxiety, but seeing her calmed the feeling a bit.
— Oh I know...But he is quite charming, sorry for bothering you at breakfast Cardinal ...Do you mind if I seat?
—Copia, you know you can call me Copia. And you never bother me dolcezza, about the books. How do you think we should arrange them? I have noticed that the library is quite... old-fashioned...Terzo suggested maybe a change in the decoration...the arrangements maybe?...
—I do think that is a bit outdated, but is wonderful...maybe some changes could improve the looks...and it's always so empty, I know that some sisters and brothers would enjoy spend more time in the library...
—Si , Si I believe that too...—He handed out to her a sweet tart he had on his plate— I brought these from Italy, Sister Imperator loved them...take one, cheer up. You seem... defeated today. Si si, like a deflated balloon....
—You are so sweet Cardinal...thank you —She laughed a bit at his strange expression of worry for her. And for his examples. — I have been feeling like shit lately...—She laughed a bit, she used to not curse in front of the clergy, but with Copia it came naturally, he was different from the upper clergy, more closed to Terzo's but with a dash of Secondo and a unique style for himself. The charming rat man who rode a tricycle around the abbey, the same man that in front of the stage seemed like a demon, with his mismatched eyes, the ones that can be deadly scary when he was serious about something. When she spent time around him withing the first three months of her stay at the abbey, working at the library and helping him with some paperwork she felt at ease in his presence, she felt comfortable around him. He was more close to the people she liked to hangout during her university years.
—Si? Why? Is there something wrong? .... you know that you can come to me if you need something, si?
— Yes, I know... It's nothing really...I just felt like I'm going through a tough time inside here...—She pointed her head — Bad thoughts and stuff...—She looked at the table of the ghouls, she saw Swiss talking with one of the ghoulettes. His neck was a bit bruised, she knew why...And besides the feeling of anger there was a hint of jealousy.— I'm begging to think that I'm crazy, or a fucking prude in this place... everyone seems to have fun you know?
Copia noticed that she was looking to the ghoul table, he raised an eyebrow, she was interested in one of the ghouls?
— If you are talking about them, I can introduce you to them if you want, I wasn't aware that you enjoyed danger so much...—He brushed a strain of hair behind her ear before it landed in her coffee and made soft short laugh before returning to serious— Be careful si? They can be a little...too much...—He nodded while remembering the time that Sodo burned his bed after a makeout session with a brother of the church, or the time that Cirrus and Sunshine were found having sex with one sister after a ritual in the gardens — A bit much...
— I-I don't see them as that...well. I kind of do but it doesn't matter...how did you...ugh...I just had a ... misunderstanding with Swiss...and it made me feel bad, but I know that I shouldn't take this so personally, I'm sure he really meant no harm, but he angered me...
—Do you want me to talk with him?
—N-No it's fine...I'm still mad but, I hope that I can solve this soon
—Okay Okay, I get it...But Sister, if there's anything that I can do for you please don't hesitate to talk to me. —He smiled to her, a little shy smile before standing up, Imperator made him a sign to go and talk to her. — If you excuse me dolcezza, I need to go, duty calls...—He put his hand on her shoulder before leaving — You know, besides being savages they are good company, and we both know that with me gone you will need a little of that.
Breakfast ended and everyone returned to their work. As she walked her way to the library, she couldn't stop thinking about the last thing that Copia said to her "with me gone". He had another long trip. He will be attending to the sub unities of the church around the world? She sure would miss him but, that lonely she looked for him to notice? That sucked.
She arrived at the library only to find everything tidy, clean and some fresh flowers in her desk. They had a note " Sorry. I'm an asshole." She laughed a bit, she couldn't deny that it was a cute detail, and that he seemed to really care about her forgiveness because the library seemed as clean as it could be, even the armchair. She was about to start organizing some books when the reflection in the window stopped her.
— Did you liked the flowers?....—Swiss was there, standing against a wall, looking at her.
Without turning around to look directly at him, she answered
— Yes...I like the flowers thank you...
— Sister y/n ...I'm truly sorry. It was a dick move from my part. I shouldn't have put you in this situation...And please don't believe that the library was my only motivation! I swear! After seeing you and talking to you, you seemed sooo... appealing to me...I know that it’s wrong also, but you have to understand, your scent and your body were calling me!
—Stop it Swiss...—She tried to contain her laugh, the whole apology was a mess, but she felt that it was an honest apology. And she was not going to forget the fact that she was "appealing" to him. —Stop talking and think for a moment, you are making a mess of yourself!...I know that you ghouls have heats and everything but it's not my fault, learn how to control it or something!....
— I do control myself don't be so cocky. It was just a specific situation, that's all. And it's true! You are quite something....And I'm not the only one who thinks so, Cirrus thinks the same...You are special, I don't know why but you are. And I screwed I know but it's not going to happen again and I will talk with the other ghouls to say that no more library night meetings so you can keep your job...
— So, ghouls do feel remorse?...
— We do...don’t mock at me, Primo was about to send my ass down to hell again.
— He was? I don't blame him! You acted like an asshole...and listened to a conversation that you misunderstood.
— Yeah....but, just for you to know...I was thinking about fucking you before hearing your little chit chat with Primo.
— And that's an apology?...—She laughed at last, she felt good knowing all of this. So, he was thinking about her the whole time? Interesting.
— I'm trying my best; I do not often apologize Sister. And I'm being honest, but I was surprised to see you enjoying my little show...—He had a slight smirk while saying this, he couldn't help it. She still was smelling as good as the night before...
— I was not...Ah ok, you win. I was, but it's not my fault I mean...—She finally turned around to face him , a little bit blushed and shaky. — All of the sisters always tell stories about how good feels to fuck one of the masked ghouls from the Ghost Project. Do you known how many times I have heard sisters talking about your band mates? Too many! To many tales from Cardinal Copia's Ghouls.
— Cardinal? He is not a cardinal anymore sweets. Didn't you find out? —He got a bit close to her, looking at her eyes. — Terzo is leaving the papacy. Our big boy Cardinal Copia is going to be the new Emeritus the Fourth, something about a vision from Secondo and some tricks under the sleeve of Sister Imperator.
—H-He is? He didn't...say anything to me this morning...
—It’s kind of a secret, they are going to announce it out loud in today's ritual...so, you were saying that the sisters always talk about us?
—Yeah...—Her voice and demeanor change a bit, if Cardinal Copia was going to be Papa...that means that she was not going to be able to call him Copia anymore? No more time at the library? No more working together? Organizing books until late?
Swiss noticed the change in her mood, she was suddenly sad again.
— You care a lot about Cardinal huh?
— What? No... it's just surprising to say the least. —She tried to mask her feelings— He was one of the first people that I meet here, she is...the closest I have to a friend here...
—Hey don't be ashamed, it's fine. He is a weird man, but he is also very kindhearted and he puts a lot of passion on the rituals. He is going to do fine.
— Yeah....Hey don't try to make me forget that I'm mad at you for being nice! —She tried to forget about what Swiss said about Cardinal and Terzo, he was right. He sure was amazing in the rituals, and she couldn't wait to support him as Papa. But, at the same time she was a bit worried, he didn't seemed to react well to so much pressure and being Papa was a lot of it.
—I’m not trying to do that! I was just worrying about your sudden change of mood. Besides, you were saying something about how you are jealous of the sisters who had the chance to be with us?
— I never said that! —She blushed pushing him a bit with his hand, he felt warm to the touch. A nice warm.
—Oh but you were about to say it...don't lie to me little bunny. —He pinched his nose a little, making her sneeze right after. — But...As I was telling you, I never thought that you were such a dirty sister, jerking off to one of your sisters being fucked...dirty dirty dirty....
—Stop...It's not my fault I'm not built from stone you know? And...it's none of your business how dirty I am.
—But it could be, you only have to say the word and I will indulge in that sweet scent of yours. —He cleared his throat before standing straight looking at her and extending his hand to her— So... you forgive me for being an asshole? And almost ruin your job?
She seemed to hesitate, she looked at him with a serious expression
—With one condition....
—Which one? ...
—You are going to finish the book that I recommended to you. I took my favorite books very seriously, you know? And you did not appreciate that...—She was blushing, she knew that it was an stupid request, but she was really passionate about the books.
—Are you for real? Is that your only request? Well, I'm going to put another offer on the table. I read the book, and...I will give you the other gift that I had prepared for you... —He smiled to her, dead serious about his offer
— Just... finish the book, I'm sure that you will enjoy it...another gift? Apart from the flowers?
Swiss looked for something in his pockets until he found it. A dark red ticket, wrote in black and gold, he showed it to her and then left it in her hand.
— This is...a ritual pass!?
—It’s going to be a hell of a ritual, Copia is going to be anointed as Papa today, and you don't seem to go outside very often. It's an all-free pass, and because I gave it to you.... —He took the pass and wrote his "name" on the back. — You can go backstage with us after, and before if you want to.
She was delighted, it was an awesome gift for sure. And she was going to be there for Copia's anointing! She took the pass and looked at the name that Swiss wrote.
— Swiss Army Ghoul? ...—His handwriting was messy, but legible.
— Yep, that's me. —His smile grew bigger with pride.
— Swiss Army...really? Why? Were you a fighting ghoul or something?
— Oh, well...I'm a multi-ghoul, I don't have a particular "element" or characteristic. I'm all of them! ...and Terzo said that I was like a Swiss Army Knife full of surprises and perfect to create mayhem. Ah and also because I play too many instruments...but I do say myself that I'm very good at fighting, sadly sister Imperator doesn't let us fight anymore...
She began to laugh, when he was not actively trying to get under her dress, he was adorable. And that name really suited him, he was a lot.
—Ok Ok...apology accepted, but please talk with the rest of ghouls.... I really don't want to lose this job. And... if I'm honest with you, it is not the job. It's the room...I have a whole room for myself, and I can be myself in there... without being judged by other sisters and stuff.
— Judged? Why? You are pretty cool...maybe a bit of a nerd but who cares? -He pinched her cheek making fun of her a bit—
— Yeah, I'm a bit of a nerd...and I like not so gothic and satanic stuff you know?...—Why was she talking so much about herself? She was mostly ashamed of some of her hobbies for not being "dark enough".
— Ah...don't worry for those type of things! Only morons worry about those things! Cirrus loves birds, Sunshine loves miniatures and tiny things, Mountain is very in touch with nature and loves gardening with Primo. Cumulus watches cartoons with Sodo and Rain every day.
—Well...for some sisters I was not the perfect embodiment of a satanist you know? Too "bright" too "colorful".
—They are just jealous that you have an actual personality and are not just a one sided picture like some of them, and I'm being honest I have met a lot of sisters and brothers that doesn't have anything more to them that "their darkness" and that's lame.
—You are just saying this to me to make me feel better but I will accept it just because you gave me the ticket...
— Ahhh. You are unbelievable, let's get something clear, you are interesting, and charming. And I'm sure that you would get along just fine with the rest and if they don’t appreciate that, their lose not yours.
She couldn't help it, her body reacted by itself and hugged him tight, hiding in his chest, trying to hide some of the tears that fell from her eyes. She blamed her sensibility on her hormones, on the fact that she was tired...on the fact that she was lonely most of the time, and this morning she was being treated with such love and care from Primo, Copia and now Swiss. She felt loved for the first time in a long time.
—Thank you...
Swiss was a lot of things, he could be an asshole, a total jerk, a fucking despicable little demon...But he had a heart, he cared about the right people, and he could see that she was the type of "right people".
—If you cry, I'm going to make fun of you and then give you a kiss —He took his mask off with his left hand, with his right hand he was still holding her close to him.
— It doesn't count, I'm already crying...
—Then, I already make fun of you...—He grabbed his chin and before she could say anything he kissed her, Nothing lustful, nothing more than a sweet caring kiss. Soft and warm. After letting her go she was not crying anymore, she was red yeah, but at least not crying.
— You dumb...— She didn't feel like that kiss was anything more than a soft warmness to her heart.
— You are too soft, like, too soft for your own good. And it's ok I swear, but I cannot let you go around life like that all alone...—He kissed her forehead — I have to go, I have to practice with the ghouls before the big ritual...Hey, I will go get you by...seven the ritual starts at ten but you are going with us in the bus. You will love the rest of the ghouls and ghoulettes!
— Swiss I need to work here until eight...
—Close early, come on, nobody will notice anyways, and if they do you can say that you felt sick and went to bed early! I'm going to be waiting for you in the garden of Primo at seven. —He put his mask again and blow her a kiss before leaving
She couldn't believe that all of that happened, the kiss, the ticket to the ritual. The weird apology from Swiss and the warm feeling that surrounded her today. She woke up defeated and ready to give up, and as Secondo told her once, her calling was strong enough. She was at home and felt great about all of it...but meeting the ghouls was a complete another deal, and she was kind of nervous.
She kept working to finish everything early and avoid overthinking, as she was taking books of the shelves someone knocked and then entered to the library
— Sister y/n , Cardinal Copia sent me with this for you...
She turned around and found herself in front of a gorgeous pale blueish grey skin ghoulette, she was just a bit taller than her and she looked like a goddess, she was without her mask and her curly hair with that beautiful blue undertone shined in the lights of the library, y/n felt awestruck for a moment. Then the ghoulette spoke again softly.
—Are you okay? You seem a bit.... impressed....
— I... I am....you are really pretty....Oh Satan, I did say that out loud? I'm so sorry....
Cirrus laughed, she was a cutie just as Swiss and Dew have told her. And she was really pretty, her y/e/c eyes, she indeed had doe-ish eyes. Her body seemed soft and huggable, she was sure that Sunshine and Cumulus would love her at first sight too.
—It’s okay Sister y/n....You are really pretty too; the guys were right about you....
Guys? Plural? She only knew Swiss, who were the other ghouls that knew her?
— Guys?...
—Oh you know , our "lovely" Swiss, Dewdrop and Aether had been talking a lot about you...
— I...I only have met Swiss...
—Yeah...but the others are aware of your presence in the abbey. You will find out....—She looked behind the sister to the bouquet of flowers and the ticket on the desk. — Oh, so Swiss actually apologized? He was going nuts yesterday....I'm glad that you two are on good terms...
—He did...Sorry I don't know your name yet and you already knew a lot about me....—She blushed again—
— Ohhh yeah...I forgot that part of presentations. I'm cirrus, one of the ghoulettes....—She grabbed her hand and kissed it. — Nice to finally meet you...
She was bright red again, even the ghoulettes where beautiful and masters in making her blush and giggle She smelled like fresh air and spring, it was sweet and made her heart feel calm and relaxed. How gorgeous she was, totally perfect from head to toe.
— T- Thank you....—She looked at the books that Cirrus brought to the library — So....this are the books from the Vatican? Our Cardinal did such a great job...—She looked through the pages, gold corners, drawings, symbols. Every shape, every color, the smell of old book in her nostrils, bringing back memories of the time she spent alone in the library reading and cleaning. Books of demonology, angels, ghouls... Ghouls? There were no ghoul books in the library, she knew that Cardinal and Papa Secondo had copious amounts of Ghoul related books, how to summon them, how to treat them, what to expect from them...but she had never seen one. She would maybe read it later.
Cirrus watched carefully how she went through the pages, how she treated the books with care and how she showed interest in the book of ghouls. Her mind wandered for a minute, if Secondo's vision was about her...she would soon become much more important to the church, she would be stripped from some of her liberties as human and maybe she would not like her new life...A part of Cirrus wanted the vision to be a lie, to be mistaken...even knowing that Secondo never fails with his visions. The anointment of Copia, the untold truth of his bloodline. The true about his own place in this church. Every one of them was true, every one of them was right what Secondo envisioned. What their master desires for his lambs.
— Thank you, Cirrus....these books are wonderful — Y/n smiled at her. — If you want to come and take one after I organize them you are more than welcome here.
The sound of her voice brought back Cirrus to the room, she forgot for a minute the books and just smiled at her, she seemed so full of life talking about her interests.
— I would love to, If you excuse me I have to go, need to prepare for the ritual tonight....
— Oh! I will see you there then...Swiss invited me to the ritual...—She showed her the ticket — He wanted me to go with him in your bus...if that's okay with you all...
— Oh sister, nothing would make us happier, but I have to warn you. They are going to be all around you, and we misbehave a lot without Copia in the room to stop us.... —She winked at her with a mischievous smile, similar to the one that Swiss gave her. — You should dress comfortably, and ....please, enjoy yourself...—She gave her a quick hug and left with a huge smile , what Swiss had told her was totally true...She smelled amazing, Sunshine was going to love her.
Y/N was completely red and amused, all the ghouls are like that? How would she survive on the bus with all of them!? She looked at the clock, she still had two hours before going, she took the book about ghouls and began to read it. Most of it was in Latin, so she would need the help of Cardinal Copia...Well, no. Emeritus the Fourth to solve them...She still was a bit worried about his beloved cardinal turning into one of the Papas, but she tried to brush of those feelings. She needed to be happy for him and show him how much he deserves his new title. But....what was going to happen with Terzo? She believed that she did a great job also, and as happy as she is for Copia...Terzo was a good papa too, maybe she could bring him a little sweet, something "casual" just a coincidence, but a nice gesture nonetheless.
As sister y/n prepared the last two hours of work, Swiss was with the rest of the ghouls, a bit anxious. He wanted to see her, get some more of her scent, feeling her close to him. Even after apologizing to her and being in good terms, he couldn't erase from his mind the memories of her giving herself pleasure while watching him...her beautiful face that expression of lust and need. He needed to be responsible for that expression, make her moan his name and let his hands wander freely over her body. But he was not going to be that guy with her, he was going to try his best to not be an asshole. He was lost in his thoughts when Sodo threw a pick to him
— Hey dipshit, we were talking to you....You invited the sister of the library to the ritual? —Sodo walked closer to him — You want to fuck her huh?
— Yes I want, but I didn't invited her for that...she is nice, and she seems lonely...You have friends between the sisters and brothers too, she is...I hope she becomes a dear friend to me..
—She will...—Cirrus arrived at the den and Swiss smelled y/n 's scent in her clothes....he growled a bit under his breath.
— You were with her?...
— Jealous?...—Cirrus laughed at him — I was, we were talking about some books that Copia handed out to me for her. She is the cutest thing in this church, isn't it? Don't be selfish Swiss, if you bring her...you know that everyone is going to want a slice of that sweet pie.
— I'm not jealous....but I saw her first! And she is my guest tonight. So, each one of you, play nice. Be nice to her, and especially you...—He grabbed Sodo by the chin and made him look at his eyes. — You are worse than me sometimes...don't make her feel uncomfortable or I will cut your dick off.
— Don't worry Swiss...If I'm going to chase her it will be in her own terms, I'm a nice ghoul...—He licked his fangs with a smile.
— Play nice...—He saw the hour and picked up his things — I'm going to bring her here first, don't be assholes.
Sunshine and Cumulus nodded enthusiastically, rain and mountain were a bit lost on what was going on, they missed part of the conversation because they were lost in their own world for a moment, hugging and cuddling but nodding like they did understand. Sodo was exited, he wanted to talk to her and ask her...maybe she was a witch! And if she was, how awesome that would be!
Swiss still had half an hour so he took a quick shower and dressed for the ritual, maybe a bit much but this ritual was special so, he would dress nicely for the new Papa. And maybe for her too. After dressing he went up to the library and waited outside, after a couple of minutes he knocked the door of her room.
— Coming! —She was ready to go, just needed a couple of shoes and her earrings. She opened the door and smiled at him — You were supoused to wait on the garden huh?— She laughed a bit—I only need to put on my shoes....do you want to come in?
Swiss smiled; she wanted him in her room? Again, he needed self-control to not lose it completely. She didn't want to screw it up again, but she looked so cute. A black silk dress up to a bit above her knees, a leather corset and silk stockings with a short leather jacket in case it gets cold. She looked gorgeous. He went inside, her room was filled with her scent. The bedsheets seemed so soft and he was sure that they were scented like her also.
— Sorry for the mess, I was looking for my best comfortable shoes and made a whole mess of my room.... sit on the bed if you want, I don't have any chairs...well I have one but it's full of dirty laundry....—She blushed, there she was again with her oversharing of information. She couldn't help it.
—It’s okay, don't worry.... if it weren't for Rain and Cumulus our den would look even worst, like a war zone. —He laughed a bit, but it was true. Sodo was a mess, he was not better, mountain was tidy, but he also made a mess with his sweaty shirts and copious amounts of drumsticks all over the den. Rain and Cumulus got tired of it and made everyone clean their rooms and common places.
— Do you think this would be comfortable enough? —She was wearing a pair of platform boots, made her look taller but were much more comfortable than heels.
Swiss was lingering his gaze over her legs, so soft and they seem longer with the platforms on. They would look very nice in his shoulders.
—You look gorgeous...I'm going to have a lot of problems keeping my hands to myself....—He licked his fangs while moving his gaze all over her body —
— Swiss.... —She was bright red again, maybe she could play a bit.... Primo said that as long as she took care of herself, she could indulge with the ghouls. She walked closer to him and took a seat in his lap, looking at him. — Maybe...just maybe if you behave ....I can give you a treat after the ritual....
Swiss hands were fast and grabbed her waist pulling her closer to him, making her press against his lap a bit hard.
— You are trying to make me lose my mind don’t you sister? ....
— I'm not.... I just think that...maybe we could have a good time, something to make even clearer that we are friends... aren't we?...—Her chest was dangerously close to the ghoul face, he was having a hard time not kissing or biting the skin in front of him.
— We still have a couple of minutes left before....
—Nope....—She smiled at him and kiss the mask in the forehead and stood up from his lap— It's only if you behave during the ritual...—She winked at him with a sly smirk in her face.
—You are punishing me aren't you?....—He sighed and stood up from the bed walking to the door.
— Yeah....I am, maybe a bit. You deserve it....but you are going to be a nice ghoul today are you?...
— I will....but if I do, you will have to give me my treat....—He grabbed her ass and squeeze it between his hands, not to hard but not soft either. She was feeling the heat in her core stirred up a bit. — And I'm a bit hungry for some sweets....
—Swiss....l-lets go....—She moved to the door and left the room with him. She never walked through those hallways in direction to the den, they were dark and looked old, older than the rest of the abbey at least.
Swiss was talking to her about meeting the rest of the ghouls and how exited they were to meet her. She smiled a bit nervous and told him how she already have met Cirrus.
—She is bossy....One of the elders here really, she and mountain are the eldest ghouls of the den the youngest are sunshine and Dewdrop...
— Dewdrop?...
— Sodo....well he goes by many names, but his "birth name" is Dewdrop, Sodo is kind of a joke that Terzo said once and it stuck with him so, we call him Sodo.
— Why? ....
— Because they call me the Sodomizer sweets....—Sodo drop from the ceiling close to the walking pair, in the middle of the hallway before the door of the den, he dropped in front of her but not to close.— Nice to finally meet you....you can call me Dew or Sodo if you like....
She let out a weird scream, she got a bit scared. He seemed really out of his mind, totally unhinged and at the same time incredibly funny and energetic. As magnetic as Swiss but she assumed that was just a ghoul thing, Cirrus was magnetic too. He was smaller than Swiss and thinner , but his presence was as big as the multi-ghoul one.
— What part of behave you didn't understand asshole? —Swiss grabbed his arm and pulled him to his side — You scared her dumbass
— I just wanted to make a good first impression! What better than a scare? She will never forget me! —He winked at her ignoring Swiss
After the scare she laughed, he was funny. And how sweet it was that Swiss ask them to behave...
—It’s okay Swiss, I was just a bit surprised....Nice to meet you too...Dew...
The way that his name sounded in her lips was so sweet. And her smell was crazy, she smelled like sweets with a bit of acidic flavor...He thought about tangerines, and pomegranates.
— So, I was here because I was looking for this big guy, Cirrus is looking for you she has something important to tell you or something....You go, I can guide our sweet sister to the den...If she wants to...
— I do not trust you Dewdrop....
— I do...go on Swiss, if it is important you should go...don't worry, he seem nice....
—I am nice!
— Too nice sometimes, keep your hands to yourself ghoul. Or else, I will kick your nuts and tie you to the front of the bus. — Swiss got closer to her and gave her a little peck on the forehead before walking away to the insides of the den. Leaving the fire ghoul and sister y/n alone.
— Sooo....you are a fire ghoul?....—They were walking slowly, Dewdrop was doing rounds around her while walking.
— Indeed, how did you know?
— Because...it was freezing cold here before you dropped from the ceiling...and you are steamy.
— Oh....so you find me hot? That's what are you saying?.—He smiled showing his fangs
— Well....yeah...—She smiled back to him — You are funny...
— Oh, so you also find me charming?....—His tail moved in front of her, she saw how the end of the tail was a bit chipped.
— I do I do....—She laughed, it was easy to talk with him, he was indeed charming, and he was flirting with her a lot but it did not make her feel uncomfortable. She enjoyed the company of this crazy ghoul
— Swiss was saying the truth...You are a complete sweet... Not even a bit anoyed by me?
— You are funny...and remind me a lot of one of the guys I used to go to class with...and maybe you could be a bit annoying but it doesn't matter, I can be annoying too....sometimes I cannot stop talking, and I get to intense about the things I like...and I have a weird taste in music that can annoy some people
—....You know....I like the music that you listen...This is going to come off as a fucking creep I know but, I was trying to enter the library one night...and I saw the light coming out of your door, and the music that you had playing...and how clean is your voice to sing...
— Oh...so you were the shadow that lingers outside my door? ...—She could be mad, but he never did anything more than that and he never went into the library...but she was a bit ashamed. — It's not the typical music that you can expect from a satanic church member...
— Oh that's lame...you need to hang out with us , we listen to almost everything that you can imagine...it's pretty awesome for us at least, you humans are so complex and live around so many things that are complete opposite and even with that you make it work....I kind of envy some reincarnated ghouls, they could experience life outside...most of us ghouls only know the deeps of hell....and it's awesome but, it's always the same...you have the chance of living in a world that is continuously changing. That's cool....why restrict yourselves to only one type of everything when you could have a whole spectrum!
— Because humans are dumb...and everyone who is "different" is in the wrong...and even among the *different" people they still give you labels and outcast you when you are different from them in the slightest...
—Well....we are a bunch of outcasts from hell , will you feel comfortable around us? —The flirting stopped for a minute, he grabbed her hand and smiled at her — Because...the ghoul den is going to be always open for you. —He was serious, after a chat with cirrus while Swiss was gone, Cirrus said something between the lines of " Copia knows she is special, and she needs good company, specially know that he is going to be so busy. And besides, don't you think that it will be refreshing for us to have new company here? She seems nice enough! " So, he wanted to make her feel at ease with them at the den.
—Why all of you had been so nice with me? Cirrus, you...Swiss was a bit of an asshole, but he apologized...even Copia and Primo...
— I don't think that is being nice....we only treat you as you treat us. Swiss doesn't apologize to anyone that is not from our..."family" but with you he was willing to make things better....because you are sweet and amiable, and you stand out from the rest because of that...I'm not saying that there are no amiable sisters or brothers but they have their groups and they are pretty much all the same....They approach us for lust and good time but they never try to really talk with us or get to know us, and it's okay I don't blame them but it gets tiring after a while....and there all of the sudden there is you, the stone in our shoe to access the library, but you ended up being so nice....and made Swiss angry that's a plus for me!
— You are saying this because you want to get in my panties Dew? —She laughed a bit, she felt good around him, like after a good coffee filled with energy.
—I do not mind getting some fun In bed with you, I swear you are gorgeous and smell delicious.... but I also want to spend time with you talking or watching movies. And I'm sure the rest will think the same about you.
She blushed again , the same as Swiss with his comments. He was a cutie too.
— You two.... —She laughed a bit, then they stopped outside a big metal door. It had golden symbols; she recognized the Symbol of Swiss shirt...and the one in Dewdrop helmet. She assumed that the other symbols belonged to the other ghouls.
— Do you want to know something interesting? We didn't carved this symbols, they just appeared with us...
— Woah....it's beautiful, but seems heavy...—She touched the handle and it burned his fingers — Ouch....it's hot...
— Are you okay?...it's not supposed to do that...—He lifts his eyebrows suspiciously. — Are you sure you are not a witch?
The tip of her index and thumb was a bit red, nothing to serious but it will maybe leave a mark, dew moved the door open for her
— What? I'm not dew! —She laughed.— I don't know what happened....
—That was ...weird, it's not hot...come in, maybe rain could soothe your hand ...
The hallway to the den was filled with pictures of the ghouls and the different Papa's, in various settings and situations. Some were more formal, a lot of them seemed like family pictures. There were also pictures of other ghouls she did not recognize, must be old ghouls who belonged to Primo or Secondo. As they walked closer to the den, she could her laughter and the sound of instruments moving.
— Rain could you help me with something? — They entered the main room, he was holding her burned hand in his hand— Oh yeah, this is sister y/n! She had a little...weird accident with the door...
— Huh?...— Rain came closer to her and soothe the red skin between his hands — Nice to meet you....what happened?
Rain was soft...his skin was moist and cold, and felt really nice in her burnt hand. He smelled like water lilies; his skin has a blueish green tone mixed with grey. He was soft spoken but he seemed as energetic as Dewdrop.
— I touched the metal gate and burned my hand...
Cirrus looked at her and her hand, the burn mark was shaped like a crescent moon while the one in her index was shaped like a small triangle. She moved next to Sunshine and whispered something at her.
— That's weird...—Rain replied — But is nothing that serious, Mounty can you grab a cold compress from the fridge?...
The ghoul came closer to her with the cold pack, He was tall, like a tree. And he was skinny but well built, she noticed that in the way that the shirt stick to his body. He smelled like a forest.
— Nice to meet you.... I’m mountain.... —He grabbed her hand putting the cold pack close to her fingers. — This should help...
— Nice to meet you...both of you...And thank you...
Rain and Mountain looked at her smiling softly, Cirrus was being honest with them when she told them that sister y/n was a sweetheart.
—Move! I want to meet her too! —Someone pushed them both away and looked at her. Sunshine was exited, too excited. She was just as Secondo's vision had told her. Her cute face, her puffy cheeks, her hair. She was gorgeous! — I'm sunshine! Nice to meet you sister y/n!
She smelled like summer, that summer afternoons reading in her backyard at her house...And her smile was so bright and full of energy. She was almost her same height maybe a bit smaller, but her body shape was amazing, her hips and chest, the way that the black suit hugged her curves mesmerized her.
— It's okay if I hug you? —The ghoulette waited for an answer —
— Yeah...it is don't worry...—She extended her arms, Sunshine hugged her and pressed her body against her, lifting her a bit from the floor. It was a tight hug, but felt amazing...all of her nervous thoughts disappeared at the moment she let herself go in that sweet embrace.
— Oh, cirrus you were right! She is huggable! Swiss, fuck off I'm going to keep her to myself! Cumulus join in!
—Fuck off sunshine .... She is my guest...—Swiss smiled at her, she was still hugging Sunshine, but she seemed so calm and relaxed...an expression that he had not seen until that point. Cumulus went from behind sunshine and lift both of them in a hug. Y/n laughed; it was something that not even in her wildest dreams could happen. Everyone was so nice to her, she felt that warm feeling in her heart again. She felt welcomed by them...Cumulus was gorgeous also, a tad shy compared to Sunshine but gorgeous nonetheless, she reminded her of a soft cloud, the type of fluffy clouds that linger in the first days of spring...
Swiss was happy, seeing her so calm and relaxed, laughing with the ghoulettes...She was not going to be alone anymore.
—Hey, let my guest alone you two....let's get our things, we are running a bit late...—He hugged her from behind as soon as the rest went to fix their instruments and clothes — Sorry if they are a bit much...but I did warn you...
— It's okay Swiss...if I'm honest, I was a bit scared...but they are so nice...and here I feel...at home?...—Her eyes became a bit glossy, she didn't felt this full of love since a long time ago.
— I'm glad to hear that...—He kissed her cheek — You are more than welcomed here...You are now officially welcome in the ghoul den....—He was hugging her from the waist, and made a small movement down her hips, he couldn't help it.
— Swiss...do I have to remind you that you need to behave?... —She smiled a bit. He looked like a scolded kid. Pouting at her.
— I'm doing my best...but it's so hard...—He nuzzled his face in her neck breathing her scent and leaving soft kisses in her skin. — You smell so good...can I misbehave just a bit?...—He squeezed her hips pressing a bit against her— Just a bit...
Her breath was irregular, she choked a small moan as soon as his lips touched her skin. But she was not going to lose this, it was his punishment.
— Swiss....I'm not going to give you your treat if you don't behave...that was the deal...
He growled behind her ear giving it a little bite at her earlobe before letting her go.
— I get it....but you will pay for this later....—His smirk grew as soon as he felt her scent becoming stronger. She was already aroused.
Dewdrop saw the whole thing from the ceiling, her scent was strong enough to hit him, he wanted to feel it closer to him, maybe under him, maybe above him. His fangs bit his lip hard trying to bring him to reality and he dropped from the ceiling in the kitchen, to not scare her again. The rest of the den was ready to go, she walked with them to the outside of the church, talking with Cirrus about the new books and how some of them were in Latin, cumulus promised her to help her with the translation because she knew Latin. They got on the bus, it was luxurious but not overwhelmingly luxurious. It seemed comfortable and she understood why, they travel a lot and for many hours sometimes. She awaited to everyone to get in the buss to find a seat, she seated between Swiss y Dewdrop. Both of them put their hands on her legs, and both of them growl to each other when they realized.
— It's okay, it doesn’t matter but behave please.... don’t growl.
— You are my guest....Mine.
—Yeah but she already told me she finds me hot and charming!
—If you don't behave I’m going to seat between Mountain and Rain, they seem more mature than you two right now...
Rain laughed and patted his tight and Mountain did the same
— You will always have a good seat here with us don't worry.
She blushed, does everyone in the den was interested in getting in her bed?...Well , she was amused by it, but also she was intrigued and wanted to taste a bit of hell with the ghouls...
Swiss and Dew pouted at her and stopped their fight , keeping their hands where they were without complains. Swiss squeezed a bit her thigh, while dewdrop caressed her skin softly, playing with the embroidery in her stocking, she heard steps coming from the drivers cabin.
—What’s going on in here? —He was huge, HUGE. Tall and strong, his arms could crush her if he wanted to. His thighs were big, almost trapped inside his pants. — Oh you are the famous sister from the library? Nice to finally meet you! —He hugged her and lift her from the seat with ease, she felt as a feather being manhandled like that, his hug was strong but not rough, and her whole body fitted perfectly between the ghoul arms.
— H-Hi.....
—Oh Sorry, I'm Aether! I'm the one in charge of the bus most of the time because the rest doesn't have sense of orientation and always mess with the locations and directions. You are really small....
She was still in the air until he grabbed her legs and put them around his waist. Like a koala.
— Hey dipshit , drop her she is my guest! — Swiss kept on repeating that, because he didn't wanted to say "my treat".
—Oh, but she sure would enjoy being with me, wouldn't you sister? —His smile grew bigger showing his fangs. She was red like the velvet seats of the bus. The ghoul just laughed and put her down again in her seat with care. — The offer is still on Sister, nice to meet you. —He left again to the drivers cabin.
— He is huge....
—But he is a golden retriever in terms of charisma. He is a total— Cumulus joined the conversation—...how did they said in that series that we were watching Sunshine? ....
— A total himbo! —Everyone laughed at the comment. They were having such a good time
When they arrived at the location she helped the ghoulettes with their outfits, and polishing their masks a bit. She helped cirrus with her hair, and fixed Dewdrop tie. Then she helped Swiss to adjust his suspensors and gave Aether a shoulder massage because he was a bit tense to move freely. She was seated on the backstage when a pair of mismatched eyes found her.
—Sister y/n?.
— Cardinal! ...—She hugged him — I'm so glad to see you before your big night....
— What are you doing here?...how did you know what is going to happen? ....—He caressed her head with soft movements, he was indeed happy to see her, but intrigued.
— Are you mad at me? I know that I should have told you but I wanted to be a surprise...Swiss invited me, and told me about your big day....
—I’m not mad dolcezza, sorry for not saying anything about this in the morning...I really wanted to but, Sister Imperator told me not to say a word before the ritual...—He kissed her forehead. — you came with the ghouls?....are you good with Swiss? Si?
—Everyone is so nice...and yes Swiss and I made up, part of his apology was bringing me here....—She cuddle in his chest enjoying his warmth.
— I'm glad that you get along with them...You know what will happen now with me do you dolcezza?...Maybe I'm not going to have that much time with you as I used to but...you have them now, and they will take care of you...
—I’m going to miss you...but I will always be there when you return..
—I will visit you as soon as I arrive....—He brushed her cheek...he was worried about her. He was told about Secondo's vision, she was so young...her destiny was already written...but she would be happy with that?
— You will do great Papa...—She caressed his chest and fixed his tie a bit — I fully believe in you.
— Dolcezza....thank you for being here, it means a lot to me....I got to go, the show is about to start...ask one of the guys from security to move you to the first row, I will tell them your name ok?....—He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and left, she waited on the side of the stage. The ghouls started to walk towards the stage.
Cirrus hugged her before going up, Sunshine kiss her forehead, Cumulus also hugged her. Mountain asked about her hand, and then kissed it on the palm before going up, rain kiss her forehead. Aether lifts her again in a hug. Dewdrop got close to her, too close...
—If I kill it on stage...will you give me a kiss? —He smiled —
— I will think about it....—She laughed and kissed him on the mask.
—That’s enough for me...—He left with a big grin and went up stage.
Swiss walked to her and grabbed her by the waist. He was without the mask, and it was holding it with his tail.
—I know I promised to behave...but this is going to be my lucky charm for today....—He grabbed her chin and kissed her, slowly and intense. He pulled her closer to him, he needed to enjoy as much as he could before going on stage. She did not fell short, she hugged him and pressed her body to him, why not? She broke the kiss when the air was lacking to her body.
— I will take that in consideration but....good luck...—The ghoul smiled, put on his mask and went to stage. She was flustered.
—Sister y/n , please come with me —She followed one of the guards and she found her spot , in front of the stage, she was ready to see the show.
She was sure that this was going to be one of those experiences that she would never forget no matter how hard she try. Tonight she didn't care about anything but the ghouls, and his Papa Emeritus the Fourth. The show was about to begin, and Sister y/n felt the excitement running through her body. She didn't attend a ritual since she entered the abbey thanks to one, she felt the adrenaline of being in the presence of the ghouls and Papa in their element, the stage.
The ritual begun with a small ceremony in which they presented to the world the new Emeritus the Fourth. She screamed in joy, clapped with the other assistants to the ritual in his honor. Then the music started, and she was mesmerized by it. Papa showed so much energy, so much passion and love to his doing, Dewdrop was indeed killing it so she would have to give him that kiss later. Swiss looked at her enjoying the show, so he was going to put a little show for her too. Dewdrop thought the same, as he moved through the stage he blow a kiss in her direction, she laughed. Swiss was dancing in his spot shimming his shoulders and hips at the beat, sunshine vocals were amazing...Everyone was giving their best. Swiss came closer to the end of the stage during a small break and greeted the public, but keeping special attention to the part where she was standing, winking at her, blowing kisses. Dewdrop notice that and just to bother him ( and make her smile ) threw a pick at him. When the multi-ghoul looked at the fire ghoul, this flipped him off and stuck out his tongue just to annoy him even more. What he didn't expected at all was for the multi ghoul walking towards him, getting behind his back and start to choke him in the most seductive way possible. He got the point he was trying to prove, she was watching them...why not giving her a show? Dew press his back against the body of the ghoul who mas moving his hips to the rhythm of dew's guitar, they rocked back and forth all of this while one of Swiss hands grabbed his chest and the other his neck, squeezing a bit. Copia returned to the stage after drinking a bottle of water and looked at the show the other two were putting, a part of him embarrassed and another part intrigued, they were always like that but, they seemed really invested and the public was screaming like crazy. A pretty good ritual, nonetheless.
Swiss squeezed a bit harder and before leaving the ghoul he bites his neck over the fabric. And the hand in his chest traveled to his crotch to grab his dick, Dew moaned , not loud enough for the people to hear but enough to make Swiss aware of it. That prick was going to pay after the show, alone or with the sister.
She felt heated just by watching that, they kept eye contact with her the whole time , except for the dick grabbing, at that point they were only looking at each other, they went back to their spot to continue with the show and try to avoid looking at her, they felt her scent growing, after memorizing her scent they could smell it everywhere if it was strong enough...and it was. She felt the wetness between her legs, which show they put for her in front of all of those sinners who enjoyed it. The way they moved, how Swiss hands were so big , she needed to feel them in her neck, in her chest, she was dizzy, the smell that she knew...It smelled like Swiss scent...but there was another one, like burnt wood in a campfire but more musky...smokey leather. She felt lightheaded.
Dewdrop was the first to fall, he looked at her. She looked so amused, so flustered. Her glossy eyes, her lips partly open, her scent traveling to his nose as an invitation to eat her out all night. He played it a bit more, he winked at her again, to make her known he was watching her, and took his hand to his mouth licking two of his fingers and moving his tongue up and down the middle of them. She felt her thighs clenching together and the wetness of her core growing, a choked moan was stopped in her throat when his hand made the movement of him jerking off to her. With a cheeky smile the ghoul turned around, she was going as crazy as him.
Swiss smiled noticing all of that...Dew wanted to play, and he was more than sure that y/n also wanted to. She was slowly letting herself go, and both ghouls were more than happy to help her loosen up a bit more. Swiss was needy, he wanted to feel her...for a long time he didn't feel this type of hunger about someone, she was driving him crazy, and that little game with Dewdrop left him even more needy. He only prayed to Satan that the moment of receiving his "treat" would come soon to him. He was so aroused that his glare was failing, he thanked that the suit covered most of his skin, but his horns were becoming a bit annoying under the helmet.
Dewdrop was begging for the ritual to end he wanted to relieve the tension on his pants as soon as possible, around his neck the scent of Swiss was also making him go feral. As soon as the play the last song he went backstage, he decided to go as quick as possible to the bus, he could jerk off alone while the rest packed the things. Little he knew that Swiss had the same plan in mind, involving sister Y/n
Swiss went quickly to find her, she was waiting at the hallway behind the stage, the one that lead to the bus, it was empty. He was sweating, his pants felt tight around his crotch, his scent hit her like a punch in the face. Her legs twitched , he got closer to her grabbing her waist and pulling in his direction.
— I think that I behaved pretty well...—His voice was a bit deeper, a growl trapped in his chest. His claws pressed against her hips, threatening the fabric of the dress. — I want my treat....and I'm not capable of waiting until we get to the den...
She wanted to throw herself into his arms, but she also wanted to play a bit with his limit... something inside of her was growing and could be the lust, but this was darker, a primal desire to be fucked until she couldn't take it anymore. So, she was going to tease a little more.
— Do you think that you behaved? What about that little show that you played with Dewdrop....poor thing, he was notoriously hard beneath his guitar...—She moved his arms around his shoulders pulling him closer to her — That was good behavior?....
He saw how her eyes darkened in front of him, the pupil like a whole moon , her gaze completely filled by lust. Her scent was beyond the point of intoxicating , he needed her, he ripped his helmet of his head, his glare long gone by now. He grabbed her chin looking right into her eyes.
— It was nothing. I can be a lot worse....—His fangs were glowing under the light of the hallway — I could grab you right here...pulling that nice dress up and make you my little slut right know...
—You deserve your treat....don't you?....—She was consumed by lust at this point. Nothing was in her mind. She felt her blood boiling inside of her, she wanted him. She needed him, in her mind there was nothing but him.
—Please sister....you really want to tease me?....I could destroy your insides with my strength if I wanted to...but I don't want to do that....I want to make you come over and over....you are going to feel me inside you probably a couple of days and if you forget.. I'll be glad to remind you as much as you need to.... Please y/n .... don’t torture yourself.... don’t torture me...
She lifted her dress showing a cute lace purple underwear and moved her leg up to his waist. And Swiss felt his cock was about to burst inside his pants. They still had at least two hours before everyone was ready to leave and that hallway was going to be empty all the time. He kneeled in front of her looking her flustered expression, he released his cock from his pants to relieve some tension before ripping her underwear of the way , one zip from his claw.
—H-Hey...those were my favorites...
—I will buy you more...and rip them again.... —He could have waited, took more time...but the sight in front of him was something to die for. He couldn't wait a fucking minute more. He place both of her legs in his shoulders with his strength, he could have her there a whole day if he wanted to. Before she could say anything more he began to eat her out. He was a thirsty ghoul, licking every piece of soft skin in his way, paying special attention to her clit, pressing his tongue and sucking slowly.
Her back was straight to the wall, she thanked that the ghoul had her lifted in his shoulders, because her legs stopped working since the ghoul began to lick her like a starved man who found fresh fruit in the desert. He was hungry, the sinful noises that came out her mouth, the sound of the wet tongue of the ghoul licking between her folds. She felt close to the edge, she couldn't help it. It has been so long since she had something, and that could not be compared at all with the feeling of having the ghoul between her legs, worshipping her as some sort of lustful goddess.
— What happened with that smart mouth sister....—He stopped his eating to look her right the eye while moving his index over her hole slowly, tempting.
— D....Don't....—She couldn't even talk properly — be....a tease....mgnh...Swiss please.... I want your dick inside...
—I’m not going to fuck you here....I want you to be comfortable...—He smiled as he pushed two fingers inside her with ease, feeling how her inside twitched.— But I'm going to make you come in my mouth before leaving....
— But.... Swiss.....I want it....—She gasped and moaned between words, his fingers were as dexterous as with the guitar...she felt like she was going to come at any minute. His tongue made his way to her clit, licking and pressing the small bud, he found the perfect pace and that sweet spot that made tighten around his fingers sucking them back in every time he pulled them out, over and over. Her taste was delightful, he could drink from her day and night.
— Swiss... Swiss I want to....I need to come please...
He moved his fingers faster, deeper. Looking for her breaking point, enjoying her moans, her hands pulling his hair a bit every time she was near. After a couple more minutes she came at least twice, her whole body felt like melted butter. She looked down on the ghoul, his face and beard wet, her pussy still constricting and pushing that liquid outside her. She didn’t even knew she could do that! He kept licking until she squeezed her legs to making him stop.
— E... Eno...ugh....—She dropped to the floor on her knees after the ghoul let her down on the floor Looking at him before letting her eyes wander down to his cock. His black underwear had a huge wet spot, he was leaking so much pre cum, and his scent was strong overpowering her senses. Without thinking twice she licked the dark spot over his dick, outlining the head of his cock with her tongue, sucking the taste out of the fabric. He growled grabbing her hair in a fist pressing his crotch to her face.
— You seem hungry sister...look at you...on your knees for me...with my dick pressed to your face and you drooling over my underwear...so filthy...tell me sister....do you want to suck my dick like the good girl you are?...
Her fucking praise kink , she felt her insides twitch by the mere thought of having him on her mouth, moaning her name.
— I want to...please....—She opened her mouth sticking her tongue out waiting obediently. Like she waited for the wine in front of Papa. He released his dick from his underwear and rub it on her tongue, she moaned feeling the hot wet pre cum directly in her mouth. She was feeling like a whore, but she didn't care, her body had a mind for its own , she wanted more. More of his taste, more of his growls and moans.
— If I get to rough you can pat my leg....—Before she could answer he began thrusting his dick inside her mouth, she was bobbing her head and drooling over the floor and on his dick, she looked up with tears in her eyes and a blissed outlook, he moaned at the sight. She was so hot and her mouth felt amazing. He pressed against her throat making her gag a couple of times before leaving it inside for a couple of seconds grasping her hair, moaning her name. Just to push her away for a moment and rubbing his cock and her spit over her cheeks and lips.
—Look at you...you are a filthy sinner... drooling all over my dick with that fucked out look on your face....such a good little slut for me....I'm going to come in your mouth...and what are you going to do?
— Swallow it...
— Like a good slut... say it sister ...
— I'm....going to swallow it like....like the good slut that I am...
— Good girl...I'm going to fuck you so hard after this...you are going to scream my name over and over....—He put his dick on her mouth again making her licking and sucking it. Chasing his high — And...mgnh....ah fuck....when we come back to the den...I'm going to fuck you until you pass out...ahhh! Fucking hell like that.....damn...you sure are hungry....keep going I'm going to come in that pretty mouth of yours....look at that slutty face of yours...Mngh.,.oh fuck ....y/n...I'm going to...ahh fuck!
He pressed hard against her mouth letting his thick cum flow freely in her mouth, he had a lot to let go. She swallowed until he stopped. So tasty, so thick and salty....
—Nngh....such a good girl...who is my good girl huh? —He lifted her from the floor — We still have like an hour left....and those velvet cushions on the bus are perfect for your soft skin...—He kissed her, tasting himself on her mouth. He carried her to the bus, caressing the skin of her legs slowly.
When they got in the bus they heard a breathy moan, and the sound of springs and cushions, they looked around the bus only to find out Dewdrop at the back, with his pants open and his fist on his dick masturbating with one of Swiss shirts that laid on the bus.
—So that's were that shirt was...
—Mngh... fucking asshole...—His eyes darted out to the sister in Swiss arms — Mngh...you are going to only sit there and watch?
She had never seen him without the helmet, his long greyish hair shined like silk on his flustered face. The scent of charcoal and campfire, smoked leather....it was him. Her mouth watered seeing his dick leaking pre cum on the seats. She looked at Swiss with a mischievous smirk.
— We still have an hour?... And...I promised something to Dew....—She patted Swiss arm and he let her down, she walked down the bus closer to Dew, he moaned just feeling her scent near to him.
—Y/n....please....
— Don't worry Dew...—She kneeled down in front of him and gave his dick a long lick from the base to the top. Swiss got hard just seeing that wonderful scene. He also got closer to them grabbed Dews hair and pulled him closer to his crotch.
— Come on Dewdrop...lick it....
— Fucking asshole....—He growled before sucking the tip of Swiss dick, giving it a little brush with his fangs, Swiss tightened his grip on the fire ghoul hair and growled at him.
— Don't bite....
— Be good Dewdrop....—She kept licking but not putting him in her mouth, not yet.
— Mngh....y/n...you are going to pay for this too...—He sucked harder on Swiss who buckled his hips in the small ghoul mouth fucking his face with almost no consideration. He loved the sight of the prideful ghoul drooling for him, and she looked so invested in making both of them feel good. She was another person, where did the shy sister from the library went? He wanted to see more of her. She was a mysterious little lamb...and he couldn't wait to fully unravel her lustful side.
— Mngh...Dew...—She went down on his dick , she felt the tip brushing her throat, she tried her best to battle the gag reflex and gave her best to making feel as good as he could, he was a moaning mess between her and Swiss. His hands went to her head pushing her down and keeping her on place, he began to thrust chasing his climax, they were both a drooling mess.
Swiss took out his dick from Dew, this purred and looked at him annoyed, he wanted to keep sucking him.
— Don't be selfish...—He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her
—Help me a bit here Dew....—He grabbed her legs speeding her open and sitting with her in his lap. His dick brushing her pussy every time that he moved to adjust. — aren't you hungry?
Dew smiled and went right to her pussy, licking and sucking with hunger. Swiss took of her dress and bra, and while the fire ghoul was eating her, he was playing with his nipples pulling and pinching them, his tail going up and down her body. The fire ghoul put his tongue inside her moving it, using his fingers to stimulate her clit and used his own tail to jerk off.
Dew was having a wonderful time eating her out, her taste was so good, and she was so wet already. His tongue going in and out of her, he felt already like and addict to her taste, he wanted more and more. The spade of Swiss tail went beneath her and began to going over her clit and giving it little slaps while Dew worked with his tongue on her. In less than five minutes she was almost there, the over stimulation was making her go crazy, she felt how her hips buckled and the coil in her inside burst. She came with a loud moan, gushing all over dewdrop face, who drinked it with delight.
— Thanks dewdrop...—He lifted her again a bit and began to make his way inside her, pressing slowly and letting her down smoothly. — Fucking hell.... you are tight...
She felt her insides being rearranged to fit the ghoul , she was so full. Her mind was completely gone by now, the only feelings in her head were pleasure and a primal hunger for more of the ghouls. She looked at Dew as she struggled a bit to fit Swiss inside of her.
—Poor sweet sister....it's hard?...—Dew came closer to her, cupping her face in his hands passing his thumb over her lip. — You can do it.... how does it feel Swiss??...
—Incredibly tight and warm....but she is adapting to me as she was made for me Dew...you should try it later...—He moved a bit, she moaned and licked Dew's thumb hungry for more of him. — Look at her...such a nice girl...What do you think Dewdrop... Mngh fucking hell...we should keep her in the den....all day being stuffed by us...
— Oh no...maybe we could use her cute room next to the library, no one will go there at night....no one will hear you scream our names....—Dew got closer, he kissed those velvety plumped lips letting her taste the sweet scent of her pussy in his tongue, he grabbed her tits and caressed them, tracing the skin softly with his claws, pinching slowly and pulling. She deepened the kiss while Swiss began to move at a steady rhythm when she was comfortable enough.
— Dew...Mngh...I want to suck you...
— Mmnn....my sweet girl is hungry? ....—He seated in the sit in front of them and Swiss moved her closer to him while pounding her pussy harder than before , the change in position tightened her inside, and it felt like fire inside of her. So warm, so wet and sticky, her velvety insides were milking him, squeezing him every time she was close. Dewdrop guide his dick close to her mouth, grazing her lips with it a couple of times before going in. She moved her tongue around it tasting as much as she could.
He looked at Swiss, his blissed-out expression, his eyes shining with desire and lust. It had been a lot since the last time they shared a moment like this together. He looked so fine all sweaty, his black hair sticking to his face, the veins in his neck pumping like crazy. His own hips began to move harder, trying to get in sync with Swiss thrusting, her moans, his moans and growls alongside the moans and growls of Swiss were the only thing that one could hear inside the bus.
—Mngh....I'm going to come inside you little whore....—Swiss slapped her butt a couple of times. She was already on her Sixth or Seven orgasm of the night, her insides felt like fire and inside her chest something was growing every minute.
— Mngh...do you want it in your mouth sweets?...—Dew pushed against her throat again.— I will take that face as a yes....—They both growled in sync while their thrusts were becoming more and more savage, they were a growling and moaning mess.
She was completely lost in her lust to even care about what will happen with her after that, she just wanted to live the full experience with those two. She moaned their names taking a moment from worshipping dewdrop cock.
—Mngh.... Swiss! Dewdrop! I'm going to....ah! Swiss! Dew! Mnhhh fucking hell!
She came with a loud moan, the coil in her inside exploded, her interior tightened and squeezed Swiss dick inside her, making him burst with a deep growl filling her with his thick and hot cum, his claws breaking a bit of the skin in her hips as he squeezed her in position.
Dewdrop didn't last long after that, he grabbed her face and look directly in her eyes as he came on her tongue. She swallowed and smiled. Dew was fairly impressed.
The trio collapsed in the couch, slowly getting back to their senses. A deep purring came from Swiss chest before getting up.
— You, help her get dress, lend him one of my shirts and....uh...she doesn't have any more underwear...I think Cumulus had a pair on her bin I'm going for it....—He smiled looking at the sight in front of him, the small ghoul and the sister cuddling in the seat, all sweaty and tired. He gave both of them a kiss before going to look for clothes and a towel. He helped her first cleaning her and making sure she was comfortable enough for the ride back home, then he did the same for the ghoul.
—I missed doing this type of mayhem with you Dew, but don't bite my dick again or I will bite your precious tail. —He joked with the fire ghoul, she was slowly going back to reality after the high. As the both of them were watching her, Dew gave her a blanket and a kiss on the forehead. They opened the windows in a lame attempt of making the place stink less like sex.
—Swiss...hug me...—She looked at him needy, too needy. Like a puppy.
—If you want to....—He hugged her, passing her arm around her shoulders and letting her rest on his chest.
—Make space for me asshole...—Dewdrop hugged Swiss from the opposite side of her, purring. The multi ghoul was warm...
—Does anyone of you smoke? —She asked—
— You smoke?...
— Only when stressed....or after sex. It's kind of a cliche....And I haven't smoke in a long time...—She laughed a bit. Swiss gave her his cigarettes, dew lightened with the tip of his tail with a smile.
—Here...
—Well...I did gave you the kiss you wanted. —She smiled pinching the ghoul cheek — Do you have anything to do now?...
— Well...go to bed...eat something!... tomorrow we have another ritual...why?...
She looked the tip of her cigarette, the smoke going up and twirling in the air, so many memories from other times flooded her mind.
—.... I wanted to know if I can stay with you tonight...
Swiss and dew looked at each other, a bit worried and at the same time excited.
— You are always welcome in the den. If you want to stay, you can stay...But you are going to sleep with us. I don't want sunshine stealing you in the middle of the night. She has a huge crush on you.
— And you don’t? —She gave him a cheeky smile. — She is so cute...
— More than me?....—Dew made her puppy eyes before giving her a kiss — You smoke menthols Swiss? Your dick is going to fell and shit ....
— You didn't seemed worried about that while sucking and drooling all over it.
She got red, Dew just smiled and laughed. They cuddle again while talking about nonsense and food until she fell asleep. The other ghouls went to the bus hours after, they already knew. It was no fucking mystery that the three of them were fuming for each other.
—Ugh....this place reeks...
— Mnn... It's smell like pomegranate....and burnt. —Aether took a picture with his phone of the three of them napping. — They are going to beg for this picture.
Copia went inside the bus, he had a soft smile in his face, he was tired but he wanted to talk with the ghouls, so he asked if they could talk outside the bus to don't bother y/n and the resting ghouls. Once outside Copia looked at the ghouls and made a small bow to them, showing the respect he had for all of them as a team.
—It was a great night guys....I know that you...are used to Terzo way of doing things but...I will give my best to make you feel proud of the Project. I know that this could be harsh at first , and maybe I will mess a lot of things. But I will do my best effort.
— Oh papa...—Cirrus hugged him and kiss his cheek — You are doing a great job....Terzo is mad at you?...
— A bit....Si, and I understand him...I want you to know that I never planned to steal this from him...He is my friend. But everything was already planned by Secondo and Sister Imperator. I'm glad that you understand me...And I'm also glad to see that y/n is being cared so much here...She is...well she is a friend, someone very important to me, and I know many of you are aware of the situation that surrounds her but, please don't say anything yet...I want to have a talk with her before...
— Secondo told you?....—Cirrus interfered
—What are we missing on? —Aether and Rain were unaware of the situation, as dew and Swiss who were sleeping. — What "situation"
— Mnn...okay, I will tell this to Dew and Swiss later. Secondo had a vision, about a sister of sin who would be reborn as a ghoul. This vision happened years before Terzo assumed the papacy, but around a year ago Secondo called Me and Mountain as representatives of the ghoul den, because he had news. A sister had been integrated to the church, and she was the one in Secondo's vision, he was sure about it, the oracles and our boss were asked so he could be completely sure about her. And he is. Sister y/n will become a ghoul like us in... about a year.
— She!?...a ghoul!? That's.... I know that there are ghouls that used to be humans but...the process can be horrible...—Aether protested—
— And... being a ghoul means that she will have to live here forever...
— Not necessarily, but she will never be a complete human again, she could pass as one but she will be almost immortal like us. She would have to say goodbye to her family...—Copia interrupted, he knew about the complications, as a way to help her he sends cirrus with the book, he knew she would be interested in reading it, maybe it would help her to make amends with her destiny. — That's the hard part...
— And the heats, and when you feel your horns pierce your skin as they grow, how your tail breaks your skin to be free, and how it hurts to feel that the first months...—Rain replied — It's going to be hard...she will be ready to it? ....—He sighed. From the den he was the only one who was a reincarnated ghouls, but it had been years since he became a ghoul, he forgot most about his human life already. But he did remember the pain and the fear to the unknown, the changes. He loved his ghoul life, that did not change the fact that maybe she wont be ready to it.
— Rain…I am also scared, I care about her too, but our lord decided that her destiny lies here, with us, as a ghoul...I want to give her the best chances of have a better life here, so she never looks back and regret her decision because It will kill her inside…
As they talked about the future of the sister, the fire ghoul was listening closely, from behind the door of the bus, his heart ached, Copia was right; she will die inside if she lives with that regret, he needed to tell her, he needed to prepare her for the changes…But how she could react to the news?
A.N : So, a long chapter and a plot twist. Yeah, the idea was the same since the first chapter but i wanted to build it up a bit. I dont know if it worked that well though. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading it, I will try my best to post more often, oh and im also thinking on opening the ask and take some submissions maybe, if you are interest coment down below <3
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GENESIS: Primo x Reader
The Meeting Place. Papa catches you hiding in his garden. Slowburn, fluff now, smut later. Roughly 2.6k words!
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You loved your life at the abbey. You’d finally found your place in the world. However, there were a lot of chores to keep up with and, of course, many rituals to attend. Though it was forbidden, sometimes you hid when it all became too much.
Today was one of those mornings. Your fellow Sisters of Sin were all a little too loud, and you just needed to escape. As long as you didn’t get caught, no one would miss you.
You tucked your book under your arm and snuck out one of the side doors as the girls all began lining up for Mass. You were careful as you walked through the courtyards, avoiding everyone as you headed toward the gardens.
Before long, you reached the giant oak tree next to the vegetable garden and sank against it. No one usually came out this far, especially not in the morning. You finally had some time and space to yourself.
A few minutes of reading turned into a few hours. Yet the further you got into your book, the heavier your eyes grew. Around lunchtime, you decided that you could take a nap. The gardens were going to be vacant for the day, anyway.
The wind woke you up first, but the feeling of being watched caused you to look around. You froze, holding your book to your chest as your eyes finally locked with his.
Your mouth fell open as you tried to brainstorm any excuse you could. However, you stopped as the older man raised a hand.
“Do not worry, Sorella, your secret is safe with me,” Primo said with a small smile. He stared for a moment longer before looking back to the bell peppers he was beginning to harvest.
“If you are awake, though, I could use some help,” he added after a moment.
You had never spoken to any of the Papas alone besides confession. Your cheeks were burning, and your breathing felt shallow. He had scared you completely awake.
“Of course, Papa, I would be happy to,” You quickly replied, marking your book before you moved to join at his side.
It was quiet—only the sound of the breeze passed by as you both worked silently to pick the vegetables. The blush on your cheeks wouldn’t fade. You felt mortified you’d been caught by such an esteemed member of the church.
“I like to hide out here too, do not feel embarrassed,” Primo spoke after a moment, a wide grin spreading across his lips.
“I didn’t want you to think I’m a bad Satanist, Papa. It’s just so..”
“Loud?” he finished your sentence for you. Finally, you smiled and began to nod.
“Loud. I love my Sisters, but they can be a bit giddy in the morning,” You replied, letting out a quiet laugh as you rested your hands against your lap.
“Si, they can be, but I assure you they are not as loud as my brothers in the morning.”
Was Primo making a joke? You’d always assumed he’d be so severe, yet here he was teasing you. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you finally allowed yourself to look over his face.
He was more beautiful than you had realized. A dignified nose, high cheeks, sillily big ears. Were you becoming infatuated with someone nearly three times your age?
“I suppose we will have to share our hiding place then.” You offered, giving his arm a gentle nudge.
The older man laughed and looked down at you. “I suppose we will,” he said, gently reaching out to pat one of your hands. “Or maybe it can be our meeting place, si?”
You melted at the touch before focusing back on the garden. The pair of you harvested until the sun began to dip.
You weren’t sure when, but Primo began humming himself. You thought it was some sort of gospel for a while until you recognized Here Comes The Sun.
He made it sound almost melancholy, and honestly, you enjoyed it more. You found yourself humming along in harmony as you sat back, rubbing the dirt off your hands.
Primo’s eyes were soft as he looked back at you again. “Your voice is beautiful, Sorella,” he whispered, and your blush returned.
“Thank you, Papa,” you replied. “Yours is not so bad either,” you said. You both chuckled a little awkwardly.
The sun was dipping, and it was clear that neither wanted to part just yet. You opened your mouth, trying to figure out some excuse, but he was already ahead of you.
“Sorella, would you like to join me for dinner?” he asked as he slowly pushed himself up. You found yourself clamoring to get up as well, in case he needed a hand. He didn’t need it. He was surprisingly limber despite his age.
“You put in a lot of work. You may as well get a taste of it.” Primo added with a little smile, reaching a hand to your shoulder to silently thank you.
You nodded so quickly that you thought your head might pop clean off. “I would love to, Papa. I could even help you cook if you liked.” you rushed to say. You weren’t sure what about him was so striking, but you felt like a moth drawn towards the flame.
“No, it would make me much happier to cook for you, Sorella. It has been a long time since you’ve been spoiled,” he said. A glint in his eye made warmth spread through your belly.
He reached out to gently tuck some of your hair back into your habit, as his face paints made his smile look even wider.
“In the Papal wing, there’s a red door at the end of the hall. That would be my apartment. Go and clean up and meet me in an hour or so. I’ll make you a real Italian meal.” he promised.
You were pretty sure you stopped breathing. Your bobblehead began nodding again. “Thank you, Papa,” you said, bowing your head to him.
He laughed softly at the gesture as he cupped your chin to raise your head. “You don’t need to bow to me, Sorella. Go. I will see you soon.” he smiled, reaching down to grab your long-forgotten book. He gently placed it in your hands before he turned away, scooping up his basket, and headed towards the Papal end of the Abbey.
You had never run quicker as you rushed back to the dormitories. You scared your roommate half to death after you slammed the door.
“Where were you? Some of the girls noticed you skipped out today…did you get caught?” Sorella Clarton asked, putting a hand on her hip.
“I did get caught, yes. In the best way.” You laughed as you pulled off your habit and began working your dress off next.
“Shit. Are you in trouble?” she asked, following behind you to pick up your clothes and toss them into the hamper. She was used to your messiness and was obviously not shocked by the nudity.
“Big trouble,” you said with a smirk. “Papa Primo caught me.” you giggled delightfully, opening up your small closet to search for anything appropriate.
“Is he really as mean as they say?” she asked with a raised brow, confused as to why you were pulling out lingerie.
“He made me help him pick vegetables, and now he’s going to make me dinner.” You huffed as you pulled on the laciest bra you could find. It was a dark red, practically making your already pale skin glow.
After nearly tearing apart your dresser, you thankfully found the matching underwear. You quickly checked yourself out in the full-length mirror. Thankfully everything was fitting how you wanted it to.
“Are you for dinner?” The Sister asked with a soft laugh. He sighed and moved to her own dresser to find a garter that nearly matched before holding it over.
“You’d look hot in this, too,” she admitted sheepishly.
You let out a chuckle and thanked her as you pulled it on and started to roll your thigh highs up to connect them.
“So…you want to fuck Primo? He’s uh…someone you’re attracted to?” she asked, raising a brow. Honestly, sleeping with any of the Papas was seen as a privilege. Yet most Sisters set their eyes on Terzo or Secondo. The first is a bit prettier, and the latter is known for his sexual prowess.
“I don’t know!” You said defensively. “I doubt we’re going to. It’s just dinner! He’s very kind, and his hands are nice.” You continued.
“Okay, alright, I didn’t know you had a thing for ancient dudes.” She replied.
You ignored her and continued rummaging. “Yes,” you huffed victoriously as you found one of the older styles of habits in the closet.
Secondo had insisted on Sisters showing more leg, and you’d never been more thankful for that pervert. You slipped the dress on and adjusted it, so the slit perfectly showed off the garter strap.
“Shit, my hands are still covered in dirt.” You whined as you looked down at them. Your roommate laughed and tugged you to the bathroom to start helping you scrub your hands.
“I have never seen you so nervous it’s sweet,” she laughed softly, making sure to get the dirt from under your nails with a brush.
“I don’t know what’s happening…I just have butterflies. He was so sweet. I haven’t thought about a man like that in ages.” You rambled as you rinsed your hands off.
Sister Carlton had always acted like an older sibling to you. She’d babied and taken care of you since you came to the Abbey all those years ago. She seemed especially happy to be helping you get ready for tonight, even if she was judging your taste.
She started to brush your hair, though the veil would cover it. “This will help it not be static if you take it off,” she said. You watched her in the mirror with a little smile.
The hour was nearly over when she finished. You gave yourself one last once over, adjusting the veil on your head. You even added some dark red lipstick to match your underwear. This would probably be your only chance to dine with a Papa, so you figured you might as well go all out.
However, as you began heading towards the Papal Suites, you couldn’t help but feel a little ridiculous compared to the other Sisters wandering about in their modest clothing. Thankfully it didn’t seem that too many stared at you.
After searching for a few minutes, you found the red door Primo had mentioned. Outside, you could smell intoxicating hints of garlic and tomato sauce that nearly caused you to moan. There was also faint music playing in the background.
You finally reached out and began knocking, surprised at how quickly the door opened.
Primo froze as he took in your dress, his mismatched eyes studying your figure before he met your face. “Bellisima, come in, please,” he said after clearing his throat. It was obvious he was doing his best to lift his jaw off the floor.
You stilled at the sight of him as well. He usually wandered around in his Papal robes and hat. You’d never realized how long his white hair hung or what he’d look like in regular clothing.
Surprisingly lean, you mentally noted. He’d settled for a short-sleeve button-up and some trousers.
“I never realized you had so many tattoos.” You admitted with a soft laugh as you stepped in, reaching out to stroke at his arm covered in small drawings.
“Ah, si, it is nothing.” He laughed at her amazement as he led her into the kitchen and dining area once you finished examining him. “Make yourself at home, Sorella. Dinner is almost over. There is an open bottle of wine on the table.” he gestured towards it.
You had moved on from the shock of his appearance to the awe of his suite. It was tidy, with shelves upon shelves of records, books, and knick-knacks from his travels. Despite being in the same building as your dorm, this apartment felt as if it was pulled right out of a mid-century home.
“It’s so nice in here.” You finally spoke with a smile as you forced yourself to move towards the table. You were amazed you didn’t spill the wine while filling the two glasses.
“Grazie, I’ve had this apartment for many years. I try to make it as homey as possible.” Primo said with a smirk as he looked over his shoulder at you. “It makes me happy to see someone else enjoy it as much as I do,” he said as he finally began pouring the pasta and sauce from the pan onto two plates for them.
You sipped at the red wine and watched as he fussed over, making the plates look good. You couldn't understand why he was actually putting forth the effort. Maybe he felt the same pull you did.
“It smells so good, Papa. I had no idea you were a cook. You’re full of surprises, hm?” you hummed happily as you drank.
He let out a shy laugh as he carried the plates, setting them down on the table. “Well, at my age, you should at least be able to cook a pasta dish and choose a good wine, no?” he asked with a tilt of his head.
He simply couldn’t take his eyes off you, and the attention made your blush spread from your cheeks to your chest.
You couldn’t even come up with a witty response. Instead, you nodded and scooted your chair closer to him once the table was set. You waited for him to initiate before digging in. The food was good enough that the pair of you went silent again, only exchanging glances while eating.
Once you cleared your plate, you gently reached up to wipe your face. “You truly spoiled me, Papa,” you whispered with a grin, feeling the wine go to your head. It gave you enough confidence to reach out with your napkin to clean some sauce from the corner of his lip.
It was hard to tell through the paints, but you were certain he was flushing now too.
“I assure you, you are spoiling me as well, Sorella,” he whispered, reaching up to take hold of your hand to pepper soft kisses to your knuckles, then flipping it to continue to your wrist.
You leaned forward into the touch, completely intoxicated by him. “Dance with me, Papa?” you whispered, feeling his lips trail nearly to your elbow.
“Si, si. Of course. I may be rusty though, mi amore.” He warned you as he slowly stood up, still holding your hand in case you needed help.
You grinned and followed him towards the living room, where the record player continued quietly.
You leaned slightly onto your toes so that you could wrap your arms around his neck while his wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close as you both began swaying along to the music.
You swore you could feel electricity moving through your body at each touch and graze. Your eyes locked with his as your bodies pressed together, moving completely in sync without thinking about it.
It turned out he was great at leading, and you truly enjoyed being led around the living room.
You gripped tightly onto his hand as he led you in a spin before pulling you back in even closer to his chest. You could feel heat growing in your stomach and spreading to your limbs with each move.
You’d never felt this attracted to anyone, especially not upon first interaction. Yet the way he watched you and the softness of his hands made you melt right in his arms.
He nuzzled his cheek against yours, humming softly in Italian against your ear as he slowly backed you towards his bedroom.
#ghost fic#ghost fanfiction#ghost bc fanfiction#papa primo fanfic#ghost fanfic#part ii probably coming next week#mine#as you can see i worked really hard on the picture
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I had some thoughts about Papa iii.
When you’re with Papa iii at night, in his bed, you and he are deliciously in a world of your own. A world of your own creation for you to dance together, a tangle of bodies and a mess of whispers-- whispers of love, of declaration, of ownership, of begging and pleading, and finally of adoration. A world of your own where the bed is your chapel, your kisses your prayers, and your whispers your Holy affirmations. He says “pray the rosary” and you obey, kissing a column of promises and worship down his body.
And his body-
Sathanas below, his body.
Carved from marble for the purpose of silent praise-- his body is a book of his own creation, Hell-sent and tended to on Earth, yes, but divinely wicked. Your fingers move over his skin and you mouth praise like you’re interpreting the braille of his spinal column to be the Kama Sutra, the ubermensch, thus spoke Zarathustra and thus praised you.
His voice curls through your senses like the smoke of the incense he carries with him, winding and twining its way into the core of your being, until his voice and your mind are seemingly the same. Commanding and dark, sultry and smokey, heady and- god, it’s enough to drive you insane if you think about it for too long. You’ve cum from his words alone, and you know you could do it again. “But tell me,” he says with a voice that would make angels cry for damnation, “how it feels when I give you communion?”
“How it feels when I leave it on your tongue, warm and with words of absolution and cleansing? When you look to me and you say “Unholy Father”, and I allow you to swallow?”
His skin pressed against yours as he moves, his eyes looking down into yours, fists beside you on the bed-- he’s worshiping as much as you are, and it’s only by divine intervention that you don’t combust on the spot with just how much it all is.
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Did the part 1 of this fic leave you begging for more? I got you covered.
Behind the Grucifix- Part 2
Pairing: Cardinal Copia x GN reader
Summary: after getting caught red handed, you and Cardi decide to spend the night at your place. You're in the mood for more lovemaking, but he's not. How can you come to an agreement?
Tags: 18+, MDNI, smut, massages, cardiophilia, oral sex (M receiving)
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You both arrive at your apartment in silence, as the awkwardness and embarrassment over the incident you've had about an hour ago still lingers in the air. Copia has a scowl and a slight blush on his face, looking mortified over getting caught in an act that was, well, too intimate for public spaces. And you - woe is you - are so frustrated. So much pent-up arousal from being interrupted in the middle of worshiping your beloved Cardinal's body has made you quite annoyed as well.
You both sit at the sofa and you lovingly wrap an arm around Copia's shoulder, leaning on him and fiddling with the pellegrina of his cassock. How much you love that cassock, not even Freud could explain; to you, it's the sexiest garment in the world, it flatters Copia's body so well and looks more enticing than any fancy lingerie. What would you give to strip him of that cassock? Anything. However, your dear Cardinal doesn't look in the mood for that. He's staring at the floor, still embarrassed, and doesn't get the cue that you're thirsty for more, so you take the initiative.
-Amore, I wanna fuck. - you whisper seductively into his ear.
-I'm really sorry, tesorino, but ever since we got caught… And that face Secondo made at us… It totally killed my mood, you know? Maybe another time…
You reply with a disappointed "okay" and pout. Though frustrated, you empathize with him. As much as he loves you and loves to pleasure you, he has a reputation to uphold as a Cardinal, and cares a lot about his image, so it's more than understandable that such an incident upsets him so much.
-Wanna watch a movie to unwind, then? - you suggest, picking up the TV remote.
-Eh, okay. - he shrugs.
You turn on the TV, open the streaming app and choose something that looks funny and lighthearted. After a few minutes into the stupid rom-com you chose, Copia gets more comfortable on the couch and rests his back. You snuggle up to him, resting your head on his chest and sliding your hand under his pellegrina. Then the comforting sound of his heartbeat fills up your ear and guides you into that pleasurable headspace of deep relaxation and slight arousal that you always feel from hearing his little chest jewel beat. You sigh, rubbing circles into his chest with your fingertips.
Copia blushes slightly as he feels the weight of your head on his chest, and tenses up his muscles, getting into flustered mode. Hearing his heart rate go up and his breathing hitch, you smile, relishing on it for a while, then pull away from his chest and move your hands up to his shoulders, kneading them.
-Poor baby, so stressed out… - you tease him, your fingers probing the tension on his shoulders. - What about I give you a massage?
-A m-massage?! - he sputters, his face turning a bright red.
-Mhm-hm. It's a nice way to relax, isn't it? We don't have to fuck, I'll just take the tension off from your tired muscles. You work so hard, it's only fair that I help you de-stress. - you reply kindly, smiling as you watch the growing blush in his face.
-Eh… Okay… That sounds, er, nice…
-Good boy. Let's go to my room, then. - you finish, turning off the TV.
Copia timidly follows you into your room and waits sitting on the bed as you rummage through a drawer in your bedside table, finally picking up a bottle of edible massage oil. His eyes widen in surprise when he notices it in your hand.
-Amore, er, what is this? - he points to the bottle.
-Oh, it's just a little oil to make my hands slide more easily through your skin. And it smells nice, too. - you reply, uncapping the bottle and holding it close to his nose.
Hearing the word "skin" and smelling the nice strawberry-and-cream scent of the oil, Copia's heart flutters in his chest and his face turns even redder. What are you going to do to him, he wonders?
-Now let's get these work clothes off and get into relaxation mode, shall we? - you purr, unhooking the Grucifix from his chest and palming his flushed face affectionately.
-Ehh, okay…
He removes his biretta and fumbles a little as he unbuttons his cassock, his face a deep crimson. The smile on your face grows wider as you watch him slowly undress until he's only in his trousers. There it is, his beautiful torso, uncovered and ready to be massaged. You take a moment to let your eyes feast on the sight of his soft, hairy chest and his cute bulging belly, both adorably covered in freckles. You just love every single curve of your Cardinal's body, no matter how insecure he might be about it, and crave to worship his form the way it deserves.
-Well done, my handsome boy. Now lay on your tummy for me, please.
Copia takes a deep breath and complies, putting his back on display for you. You squeeze a generous amount of oil onto his lower back and start rubbing your way up to his shoulder blades, lathering his skin with the sweet-smelling product. Once he's all oiled up, you start applying gentle pressure into his flesh, kneading with your thumbs in an upward motion, feeling his muscles slowly relax as your hands work on his soft skin. He lets out a few sighs of contentment as you massage him, his shyness and stress slowly going away under your touch. Then you start feeling friskier and pull the waistline of his pants down as if trying to remove them.
-Amore?! W-what are you doing?! - he asks, startled as he feels your hands drift dangerously close to his ass.
-I'm going to massage your glutes, Cardi. - you reply coyly. - There's a lot of built up tension in there. May I?
-Well, eh, okay… - he agrees, blushing.
You pull down his pants, exposing his plump ass in all its glory, and give it a firm squeeze before kneading the soft, supple flesh. Satanas knows how long you had craved that, to put your hands on those gorgeous mounds of his and give them the attention they demanded from you. You feel up his ass to your heart's content, eliciting little mewls of pleasure from him, his growing erection uncomfortably pressed against the mattress.
Then you cannot resist the tempting roundness of those cheeks and place an affectionate, yet eager bite into one of them, your teeth sinking gently and grazing the skin as you close your mouth into a kiss. Copia whimpers, startled yet aroused by your bold move. You start trailing kisses from his ass upwards, your tongue lapping at the skin and tasting the massage oil as you make your way up. Copia bites his lip, feeling violently flustered by your teases, his heart doing a workout inside his chest. When you finally reach the nape of his neck, you pull away.
-All done here. It wasn't that bad, was it? - you chuckle, patting his back. - Now turn around and lay on your back for me to give your chest and tummy some love, okay?
Copia obliges with a breathy "okay", laying on his back so his torso and erect cock are fully exposed. You remove his trousers and underwear that were down to half his legs, leaving him entirely naked, and pour some oil on his stomach. After coating his torso with the oil, you rub a few circles around his belly button, feeling his abdomen relax under your touch and hearing him exhale, before grabbing the sides of his waist and kneading his stomach with your thumbs. Feeling your fingers massage one of his most sensitive erogenous zones, Copia moans bashfully and his hard cock starts leaking with precum. You lean down and kiss his belly button sweetly, your lips sinking into the soft flesh as you keep kneading. You place several kisses on his belly, making sure to suck a few hickeys into it, giving in to your desire to worship it like you couldn't properly do in the hallways of the Ministry. Meanwhile, your poor Cardinal feels tortured. Lovingly so, in a limbo between heaven and hell from all your teasing.
You kiss your way up to his chest, cupping his pecs with your hands and kneading the muscles with your thumbs. You make sure to linger on his nipples, stimulating them with your fingertips, earning little whimpers and curses in Italian from the poor flustered Cardinal. Pressing your palm flat on his sternum, you get butterflies on your stomach as you feel the sweet flutter of his incredibly fast heartbeat. There it is, your little jewel, pounding hard against your hand, just like that time on the hallways of the Ministry.
-Please, amore… - he mumbles, his voice shaky. - Ti prego… I wanna fuck.
-You want what? - you tease him.
- F-fuck… I wanna f-fuck…
-So you've changed your mind, hmm? - you keep teasing with a smirk.
-Yes… Yes… P-per favore, I can't stand it anymore.
Your hand deftly slides down his oiled-up body and reaches his hard cock, stroking him with increasing speed. After a few pumps, you lean down to start using your mouth, teasingly working your tongue around the head, making sure to lick every drop of precum from his slit.
Copia lets out a deep, throaty moan as he feels you licking the head of his cock, his hands clutching the blankets of your bed. He feels like his soul is convulsing its way out of his body from the sheer pleasure. Meanwhile, you dive in, taking his length into your mouth and drooling profusely as you suck hard and slowly, increasing the tempo as his reactions become more blatant. His loud moans and sighs assure you of the great job you're doing, filling the room like music to your ears. Your skilled mouth feels like warm velvet on his cock.
Your tongue wiggles and slides over his shaft, slobbering to keep his cock well lubed up. While you work with your mouth, your dominant hand cups his balls, handling them gently, then your fingertips move up to his taint where you give him a nice massage. His moans and gasps go on, boisterous. Curious, you cock your head up to take a look at his face, and boy, is that a sight to behold. The poor man is a flustered mess: beet red, sweat beading up his forehead, eyes rolling back like an anime girl, lips parted, chest heaving wildly. You never thought someone - let alone the shy, awkward Cardinal Copia - could pull an ahegao in real life, but there it was. His warm cock pulses hard and fast, like his heartbeat; there it is, his little chest jewel beating through his cock, reminding you of how much he desires you.
You hear him mumble something unintelligible when you start tasting his cum spouting from his head and hitting the roof of your mouth. You swallow it hungrily, relishing on how his warm load flows down your throat. After a few seconds still warming his cock with your mouth post-orgasm, you finally pull out, proceeding to place little kisses on his inner thighs and stomach. Then rest your head on his tummy affectionately, feeling it go up and down with his labored breathing.
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— letters to no one (life eternal)
characters: rain ghoul, gn!reader
notes & wc: mcd, angst, hurt/(little) no comfort, slice of life if you squint?, I kept the CoD vague on purpose to leave it up for interpretation but what I intended for it is between the lines. from rain’s perspective, this one is just… sad. – 1.6k
a/n: you can read this while listening to I Love You So by The Walters, mostly for the melody and the outro (and The Loneliest by Maneskin)
Out of all the ghouls, Rain has always been the sentimental one.
Shy and sensitive of the world, caring of the ones in his life, among everything, he is a collector– has always been one.
Rain has collected many things in his lifetime, and continues to do so. Be it guitar picks, instruments, note sheets of all kinds of music, for all types of instruments… as for his favorite– he likes to collect memories.
Tickets, trinkets, books old and new, notepads, even small silly doodles the other ghouls scribble on random pieces of paper-like material– anything that carries a memory within, Rain keeps it.
All the collecting and keeping, over the years his collection has only grown. Yet for all its size, he doesn’t check it, rarely going through some items again, from time to time.
To reminisce about the past, to laugh about a moment with someone else– everything else he comes across, it’s usually when he is replacing items or reorganizing the space.
That’s how he finds himself like this now.
Sitting on the floor, in the cold, in the dead of the night. The halls behind the doors remain silent, even the ghouls are asleep now.
In his hand sits an old napkin.
It has gotten filthy, probably contaminated as well ever since the time he kept it.
It is almost funny, this item of his collection was not intentional. That he just… forgot about the napkin in his pocket for a very long time, accidentally pulling it out when fishing for something else in his pockets, until one day he gave in, sure, better to have you there as well since all you do is replay that moment inside my head.
Crumpled up and some parts having a different texture than the other, he really should’ve just tossed this one out, or got it cleaned. But that would eradicate all the purpose, the memory hidden in it as well.
Rain still remembers the day, the moment itself, as clear as the fires of hell.
He can still hear the sudden breaking into a sob, a sound that clawed at his chest, the wetness he could feel on his shoulder, the way your body would shake, how you stared off into space when he wiped the tears off your face.
He hates himself for thinking like that but even then you looked beautiful.
You were never much of a crier.
Not in front of others, not even when alone with yourself, as you revealed to him once later, that you need complete darkness or to shut your eyes as tight as you could, to be able to cry, to cry in a fashion you claimed ‘proper’.
When he asked what you meant by that, your silence told him this was not a conversation for now, for another moment of vulnerability and breakdown.
The napkin in his hand again, as if you’re sitting next to him, in front of him, like back then, Rain still recalls each spot on your face that he dried, cradling your cheek, brushing strands of hair away and tucking them, knowing well how their presence could overwhelm you at times.
A part of Rain cherishes the memory as much as he hates it.
The show of trust, the vulnerability, the intimacy shared which you’ve offered him– he knows the two of you have always been close but still, this, this is something grand for your standards, for the person you are.
Hate the moment, cherish the memory– this is not a luxury Rain has when it comes to you, not anymore.
The napkin still in his hand, the small box of other trinkets by his leg, half a meter away a stack of what seems to be paper and envelopes tied together; he sits like that, in vain, waiting, thinking about nothing in particular.
Taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes, he lets his shoulders drop.
Rain misses you.
The letters ahead of him still smell like you, he makes sure of it, preserving them so your scent will remain a tad longer.
Rain has been missing you for quite some time now, for far too long.
He doesn't know how much has passed anymore but he knows it passed too much, too long, long enough to make him question while he is still here as well, has his time not come yet?
With each memory, each little thing in his collection, he honors a memory, grieves a part of you. Be it happy, sad, he is grateful he got to see so many sides of you.
This doesn’t stop him from wishing he saw more though, it never will.
Because when it comes to you, Rain is selfish.
And how can he not be? You wouldn't blame him for it if you knew, you would understand just as he does.
He does and yet, he still aches for you all the same, wishing he could be that pillar for you, that change, that escape from everything else, the reality, the people, the worries and the stress.
With you, for you, Rain becomes a selfish person, always wishing for more, hoping for more, just a little longer, a little closer, a bit more, he craves and craves as his heart aches for more, his hunger unappeased.
For ghouls, emotions do not always progress the same way they do for humans. They do not get attached like them, do not love like them, do not hate or experience sorrow like them.
Yet the beauty of feelings always precede barriers that separate them. And once they feel, they do so with an intensity, with passion, with a weight to it, putting their everything, pouring their beings into it.
Now Rain understands why they often do not allow people to have one last look.
This pain deep inside him would be tolerable, had it been few years more, an unexplained reason, something to brush off as genetics, ‘that's just how life is.’, an accident– anything to ease it, to justify the little passage of time.
In normal circumstances he should’ve felt like this years later, not thinking about how early everything is, too soon, too soon, his mind whispers at him constantly.
He understands why they explain that forbiddance to preserve the memory.
Because when Rain thinks of you now, he can see your smile, the warmth in it, but the image shifts so quickly to that neutral expression you usually wore, now to stay on your face forever– until time begins to decay, piece by piece, limb by limb you begin to disintegrate.
The feeling of your warmth replaced with how cold and heavy you’ve gotten. Rigor mortis is no joke but Rain never thought it’d feel this heavy on his shoulders.
Eyes staring blankly, away, to nothing in particular, to no one in particular, to the void and the void stares back.
Of course, not to him, rarely with him. There was a spark in your eyes, that crease in your face, how you always said your face would ache when you're with him, ‘it's because i am smiling so much, my muscles hurt.’
He was aware of the sadness laced within your explaination, but now it feels like a hammer to his chest.
And above all, Rain misses seeing the beauty of life, of love, the brightness and the warmth of the sun on you.
The color red only disgusts him now.
He never liked this look on you, the one you had on default, as you’ve explained it, the one you wore often, the one you had when nobody was watching– of course, he was, but it seems you weren’t aware, or you just didn't have any energy left in you to care. Maybe you just knew pretending would only make it worse, and offered him an honest side of you, no masks, no acting, no pretending when you’re with him.
Rain never liked how integrated with the void you were, and he hates how indifferent you look now.
As if nothing has changed, as if you were dead from the beginning, not quite living even when you were alive, save for a few exceptions– most of which you shared with him, he hopes.
It is a selfish wish, he knows, but he doesn’t have anything else to hope for at this point, except to be a source of solace when you were still with him, still laughing, still warm in his arms and not like some dead weight.
Rain always knew of the inevitable sorrow, the fate that awaited the two of you. Humans are fragile beings, they never last as long as ghouls do.
He knew this day would come eventually, accepting the risks all the same, willing to experience that gut wrenching, backstabbing, choking sorrow. Aether warned him, Papas warned him, some just looked your way with envy, some with pity–
Yet when weighing the options, a lifetime spent with you, even if just a small portion of his life, seems worth the heartache that’ll follow.
And it is, as he learns firsthand now.
All the letters you’ve written to him, for him, about him, about your life, about nothing at all, impromptu stories and poems; they sit together, tied neatly with a ribbon of your favorite color.
They still smell of you, much to Rain’s content, when he brings the stack to his face. Something to hold on to for a little longer, to keep the memory living outside his mind, to make it last for some time more.
All he can do is to hope that their infernal lord, the morningstar, offers you that peace of mind, the happiness, the ease you deserved your whole life.
That is, if you are there.
If that’s the case, maybe he can visit you some day.
Hope is all Rain has left nowadays, besides his collection gathering dust just as his heart.
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“Silas had been in the clergy for a while now— even over a decade. While he wasn’t the most popular sibling, he knew how everything was run and how to do his duties efficiently. That is, until Sister Imperator assigns him to be the secretary for newly transferred Cardinal Copia. With all his conflicting, unnamed, and unfamiliar feelings bubbling up… Lucifer help him.”
hey y’all, i’ve been posting a oc and or reader/copia fic (can be read either way!) for the past few days and i’d really appreciate it if you checked it out 🙏🏻 it’s already completed and i’m posting a new chapter every day :-)
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mushy ✿ may.
day one ; [ day at the lake//bathtime ✿ terzo+dew//copia+dew. ] ✿ spoiledleaff's mushy may
Ghost (Band) | Papa Emeritus III + Dewdrop Ghoul; Papa Emeritus IV + Dewdrop Ghoul | 2.7K Words | spoiledleaff on AO3
Explicit | T4T Terzo+Dewdrop | FTM Papa Emeritus III | FTM Dewdrop Ghoul | Water Ghoul Dewdrop | Outdoor Sex | Oral Sex (Cunnilingus) | Bathtub Sex | Overstimulation | Inappropriate Use of a Shower Head | Wholesome | Written for @forlorn-crows Mushy May Prompts! ✿
Oh, how the times have changed.
Well, not that much actually, now that Dewdrop’s trying to think about it. He still loves the water, although that relationship has grown much more complicated over time; he still visits that little lake on the edge of the Ministry’s ground, although he does that more often with Rain by his side, and he doesn’t get in the water like he used to; he’s still very much a ‘Papa’s ghoul’, although the details behind this, too, have grown complicated; and he still very much enjoys getting pampered, and, actually yeah, this one hasn’t changed much at all-
( read the rest of Day One over on AO3! )
( this work is unbeta’d. any mistakes displayed are my own, and i apologize if they take away from your reading experience. regardless, thank you so very much for reading ♡ )
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