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Don't be fooled by the goofy memes...This blog is mostly 18+ Explicit NSFW horny-ass shit, so NO MINORS

*All of these and more are also on my AO3*

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Just please be kind, I am from the 1900s and I am fragile.

I'll write about any Papa, Mary Goore, or even the occasional Ghoul. (I'll happily write about TF too if you ask, but I don't post rpf fics here.)

I am most comfortable writing for female main characters or readers, but I'll do gender neutral if you prefer. And as far as kinks go there is almost nothing that makes me too uncomfortable, but I will respectfully decline if it's something I don't know enough about to do it justice.

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Full list of fics under the cut...

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oldonemaster

HQ thigh jiggles Vid by @guttersnarls

iinchicore

papa v perpetua | black sabbath's back to the beginning gig (2025)

INTO THE EYES OF FIRE

When the newly appointed Papa Emeritus IV comes upon a young Sister of Sin still mourning his predecessor, he is determined to show her the true power of his position and prove to her who the true Papa is

So the gist of this is 'What if a fic wasn't Papacest, or Papawich, but a secret third option that's somehow...more unsettling? The Terzo widows are not going to like this and Copia's going to get real disrespectful. Pretty much everything in this is borderline problematic, so don't read unless you're prepared for that.

18+ Explicit (2,816 words) Cardinal Copia x fem!afab!Sister of Sin x Portrait of Terzo? TW Dubious Everything

[Terzo is Newly Dead, Copia is a Hater, Mira is Legal But Barely, Mention of Underage Masturbation, Age Difference/Power Imbalance, Dubious Con/Coercion, Corruption Kink For Sure, Semi-Public Sex, Forced Masturbation, Fingering, Squirting, P in V Sex, Dirty Talk/Degradation, Problematic Everything]

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To her the small gallery connected to the Chapel had been a place of solace ever since she'd been a small child growing up in the Ministry orphanage. During Primo's time as Papa she was still young enough that her curfew has strictly enforced. Generally an abider of rules, no one suspected that she would sneak from her bed long after the lights went out to stand in front of his portrait, viewing him less as the malevolent bringer of unholy destruction, and more like the grandfatherly figure she'd never known. Oh, how she wished for him to choose her to be his assistant whilst tending to his cherished blossoms, maybe even to be trusted to care for them while he was away on tour. And though the idea of Primo having a tea party with a precocious young girl was laughable in hindsight, in her mind it was very real. By Secondo's ascension she was just enough older to have more freedom, and being able to spend as much of the time not devoted to her duties or schooling as she liked devouring the tomes in the Ministry library opened her eyes to a great many things. But the more she learned, the more questions she had. Ever the worldly and wise father figure, she came to the picture of Secondo with all her curiosities. And though he couldn't give her the answers she craved, he always listened in a way that no one else did. When Terzo's image appeared in its prestigious position on the wall, something changed in her. Time had marched on and she was on the cusp of womanhood by then, with all its complications and hungers. His mismatched eyes pierced into her in a way that the others hadn't, like he could see through her skin and directly into her soul. She yearned to drop to her knees in worship before him, to feel the supple leather of his glove against her cheek and the soft skin of his cock against her tongue as she took unholy communion. And it was in that very spot in the gallery, in front of his benevolent supervision, free of judgement, that she coaxed the first orgasm from her young body, the first of many he would inspire without even knowing it. Now she sat again on the worn, dusty bench, left neglected since Terzo had been dethroned though the painting remained. The lustful longings of her younger self were the farthest thing from her mind, replaced with the dull ache of mourning that never seemed to fade, though she'd long since run out of tears to cry for him. And beyond the constant sting of the loss, since she'd recently come of age, the time had come for a difficult decision to be made. Should she transition to taking her vows as a Sibling of Sin as so many of the foundlings chose to, or leave the only home she'd ever known and venture out on her own? The question hung heavy on her mind and the deadline to make her choice menacing ahead, closer by the day.

His smile widened, but there was an unmistakably green smolder behind his eyes. "You had, eh...A bit of a crush?" She bit at her bottom lip nervously, smoothing back stray tresses to hide her flustered reaction to his words. "I suppose so." She could feel his warm breath on her neck, what little distance was left between them shrinking and stealing the air from her lungs. "And were you...Attracted?...Aroused?" The low purr of his voice was making it hard for her to think clearly and words were tumbling out of her mouth beyond her control. "Yes...I-I wasn't sure what I was feeling...It was new." "Heart beating a little faster in your...ample young bosom?" She tried to ignore the way his eyes wandered over her body, leering and predatory, but it was growing more difficult by the second. "Y-Yes." "And what did you do with these new feelings, little one?" His lips barely brushed against her pulse point, just enough to make her stomach start to flutter. "Did you touch yourself?" Her breath caught in her chest, and she cursed herself internally for her body's visceral reaction to his nearness, his warmth against her exposed flesh, the friction of leather sliding up her inner thigh. "Sweet lamb, there is no need to be embarrassed. What you were feeling and what you did are both very natural. A young woman's relationship with her Papa is a very special thing. I only hope that someday you consider me your Papa, eh?" His palm slid over supple flesh, barely reaching her apex before retreating again, giving the faintest of feather-light brushes against the growing wet spot on her panties only to leave her trembling from the sensation. "Papa?...W-What are you doing?" She knew she should put a stop to whatever was happening. She was an adult now, wasn't she? And perfectly capable of setting clear boundaries. And yet...Every motion of his skilled hands only made her legs spread wider to give him better access to his prize. Her eyes popped open when his hand disappeared suddenly, gently nudging under her chin to force her focus to his piercing, mismatched eyes. "Shhh, little one...Just let Papa make you feel good." He pressed his lips to hers, soft but claiming, and when he felt her body shiver and relax he slid his hand under her skirt and hooked a finger into the waistband of her modest white cotton underwear, wrapping a strong arm around her waist to help her shift enough for him to slide them down her shapely legs. She looked up to her beloved Papa with pleading eyes as if he might come to life and rescue her, save her from her own wanton desires. "What a shame he never truly saw you like this," he muttered against her ear as he bunched up the hem of her habit against her quivering stomach. "Such a lovely pussy...So plump and pink...So desperate for pleasure...So ready to be used and defiled in Satan's name..."

Her focus remained on Terzo's handsome but stern face, too afraid to look into the eyes of the man who held her in place with an iron grip, panic bubbling in her gut, arousal pooling hot and aching in her core. He brought her tiny fingers to his mouth, wetting them on his tongue before pressing them against her clit and guiding her to stroke and rub it gently. "Show me, angel. Show me how you touched yourself when you were here alone. When you thought of Papa's tongue...Papa's fingers...Papa's cock inside you..." His last words made her moan, letting her trembling thighs fall open wider. He pulled one across his lap, giving him a better view and access to her dewed sex, his erection pressing hard and pulsing against her plush thigh. "Show him." He waited for her to find a steady rhythm, slow circles around the eager bud that swelled under her touch. He kissed her with growing possession, breaking to give her soft words of encouragement until her lips fell slack, only able to pant ragged breaths into his open mouth. "I'm going to fuck you with my fingers now," he said calmly. "Are you ready for me?" "Y-Yes, Papa...I'm ready..." Her eyelids fluttered closed and she tried to focus on the pressure building in her core and block out the lewdness of it all. "Just p-please be gentle." He slid just his middle finger into her at first and she took it easily, already so dripping wet and teetering on the verge of orgasm. "More, little one?" She nodded with a needy whimper and his first digit was joined by a second. He felt her breath catch with a tiny mewl, but the sting of the new stretch dissipated into pure heat, and before long her hips were bucking to meet every pump of his deft fingers. Her own touch was faltering, her strokes growing more erratic, and the sensation of his knuckles breaching through her tightening entrance only became more intense with each snap of her hips, her free hand twisting in the silk of his shirt until her knuckles turned white. "Is this how you pictured it?," he growled as he felt her body start to shake, her inner walls clenching as he stroked the sensitive, spongy spot within. "Writhing and pleading like a little slut?...Wishing your tiny fingers were thick, gloved ones instead?...Now look at you...And all with your beloved Papa watching your sweet little pussy getting stretched open for another..." Her head fell to his shoulder when the sensation overtook her. "Y-Yes, Papa...Oh, yes..." "Cum for him now, sweet girl. Show him how much pleasure his successor can give your little body." She cried out weakly, muffled against the muscular pillar of his neck, her whole body wracked with tremors, her release gushing violently and pooling on the marble tile between her feet. She clamped down so hard around him that he had no choice but to hold his hand still, rocking her gently through each lingering spasm until she was limp and whimpering in his arms. "My angel...You have done well...Very well...," he praised. "You cum so beautifully...So perfectly..." He held his hand up in front of her face, her juices running in thick streams that he lapped up from the buttery leather. "And so much nectar...All for Papa." He stood up suddenly, leaving her to slump in her seat while she fought to catch her breath. He approached the painting, facing Terzo eye to eye with a satisfied grin. "Don't you wish you had been able to taste her first, eh? Here you go, Papa. Buon appetite, stronzo." He smeared her slick across his predecessor's painted face with a grim chuckle before turning back to his young conquest.

Clutching her hands and pulling her to her feet onto wobbly legs, he positioned her without any resistance to lean forward and brace herself against the frame of the portrait. pressing himself tightly against his back to keep her still. "I have been waiting quite some time for you, little one." He rolled her skirt up around her waist, spreading her legs farther apart with one hand and placing the other on the small of her back, encouraging her to arch for him. "I am going to enjoy feeling your tight little flower taking every inch of me..." The sobering realization hit her like ice water, and the shameful lust she'd felt only moments ago was replaced with fear. "But I...But I...Papa, I've never-" He stroked and squeezed her haunches as if he was trying to tame a frightened animal, but his voice was an ominous, rumbling threat. "You do not want to disappoint your Papa, do you?" Things were moving too fast, too much out of her control. "No..." "That is what I thought." Her hands left her for a moment once he was satisfied that she wouldn't try to escape, and she could hear the unmistakable metallic sound of a zipper and the rustling of fabric behind her. "Then let Papa show you what your little body is made for." She pinched her eyes shut when she felt the heat and pressure of his swollen head against her entrance, whispering a useless, barely audible prayer to the Dark Lord for mercy. He entered her in one long, slow thrust until he felt her tense and squeeze the polished wood under her hands. "P-Papa...Please...It h-hurts..." "I know, my dear, I know. I promise it will feel good soon." He circled his hips slowly, giving her time to relax, for the sharp sting to fade into a throbbing ache, pleasure and pain warring inside her straining walls. But he didn't wait for her to be ready, too full of blood-lust by then to think of anything but his own pleasure and pride and glaring smugly at the face above. Once he started pumping into her tight spongy depths it was like lighting gasoline with a match and her pained whimpers fell on deaf ears.

"That's it...That's it...," he grunted, wrapping his hand around her neck to force her into an even more bowed, contorted position. "Show him how much you love giving your cunt to Papa." Tears were pooling in her eyes, more from the grief than the pain. And yet every time he pulled out of her snug grip she awaited the next slam of his hips into hers like an addict craving their next hit. "Who is your Papa now?," he panted, leaning forward to huff it against her ear but still leering up into Terzo's towering presence as he pounded into her tender flesh. "Y-You...You are...," she whimpered, voice breaking pitifully. He twisted her hair around his leather-clad fist and yanked her head up to force her focus on the deposed man's face, still dripping with her release. "Don't tell me, whore, tell him!" "H-He's my Papa now," she groaned. "Tell him who your pussy belongs to," he growled. "Say it!" Tears were spilling down her cheeks by then, shame burning them while nausea twisted in her gut and her walls tightened and started to quiver. "My pussy is his now...I'm his..." Her strained words only made him fuck into her harder and deeper than ever, and the intensity making her vision blur, a loud ragged scream parting her lips and echoing through the sacred hall, the most intense orgasm she'd ever felt quaking through her entire body. He pulled out abruptly, releasing his iron grip on her and letting her crumple to the floor, fucking into his fist and spraying a thick, abundant stream of his seed across the portrait with an animalistic roar. And just like that, they were in silence. She looked up from where she'd fallen to see him spraying the last few spurts onto Terzo's elegant spats with a proud smile. He leaned in tight to the dead man's face, hissing just loud enough for her to hear. "Who is Papa now?" He looked down at her with cold, unfeeling eyes as he adjusted himself back into his sleek pants, smoothing back his hair and already looking like nothing at all had happened. "Perhaps I will call on you here again when my portrait is revealed. We can christen it together, eh?" He turned on his heels and strode out of the Chapel gallery, whistling a familiar tune as he went. And she collapsed, body still trembling through aftershocks, sobbing as Terzo loomed from above, unphased.

#notcopiiiayouperverts2026 #fauxpiiia if you will #the band ghost #ghost band smut #copia #copia smut #copia x sister of sin #papa iv #papa iv smut #papa iv x sister of sin #cardinal copia #portrait of terzo

danse-macabre-ballerina

#the band ghost #ghost band meme #copia #copia meme #papa iv #papa iv meme #cardi c #cardinal copia #nameless ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #shitghosting

cenotaphghuleh

GN reader x Emeritus Twins

Reader can be interpreted as having a cock or a strap ♡

Something something, Perpetua cockwarming you while your throat cockwarms Copia.

infectiouspiss

I am so fucking tired of people kink shaming or think kinks are evil. Mind your own business and if you don’t like it, you don’t have read or look at it.

Simple as fucking that.

i'll defend any kink with my life. perverts get behind me

#the band ghost #ghost band meme #shitghosting #copia #papa iv #copia meme #papa iv meme #cardinal copia #frater imperator #cardi c

doppelgender

A dry sense of humping

sleepy-ghuleh

danse-macabre-ballerina

I like how we all collectively agreed that Mary is a nasty, filthy, scumbag who will fight for his woman with claws and teeth, and will fuck her brains out each and everytime. Cute.

In my brain, Mary had a rough childhood. A lot of struggling to get by being raised by a single mom who he adores and respects more than anyone else in the world. Consequently, if you're a woman in his life, romantically or otherwise, he's crazy protective. If someone hurts you, they better watch the fuck out… And yes, he will cure your woes with his penis, as a rule. Also, I drew a little inspiration from this:

Enjoy!

18+ Explicit (3,870 words) Mary Goore x fem!afab!oc Mira TW Domestic Abuse

[Friends To Lovers, Alcohol Consumption/Recreational Drug Use, Domestic Violence, Angsty Smut, Hot Tub Sex, Dry-ish Humping, P in V Sex, Cunnilingus, Mary Would Fight A Dragon For You]

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I VERMT VATTEN

Life on the road suited Mira well. As tiring as the long hours were, and as uncomfortable as it was sleeping mostly in a van sandwiched between pieces of audio equipment, there was something about the chaos that almost seemed...comfortable. Predictable. She was always the first one up before the band making sure everybody showed up on time, and the last one wrangling them at the end of the night before she could crash from exhaustion in time to wake up and do it all over again. Even though her partner was the actual tour manager, he was usually so busy with the more professional business end of things, the laborious task of making them seem more like a legitimate band and less like a circus full of drunken monkeys, she was the one dealing with most of the day-to-day, nitty gritty details. Tracking down guitar strings in the middle of the night. Confirming hotel rooms and paying for the damages afterwards. It was hard work, to say nothing about how much trouble they seemed to get into the second she turned her back. But it kept her busy, stressed in a way that felt safe and manageable as long as she kept her wits about her. Somehow less stressful than home, though she had yet to admit that to herself. The drive to the gig was another long one, just one of many that month, and everybody was happy to be off the road by the time they got to the hotel whose dingy bar would be the venue for the night, and a much-appreciated night's sleep in real beds for once. Not the nicest place they'd spent a night at, but certainly not the worst. Key cards were being handed out in the lobby as quickly as possible so everyone could get back to their rooms and hurry back to set up for the show, and the overwhelmed receptionist was struggling to be heard over the band's raucous chatter and typical shenanigans in spite of how Mira shushed them and pleaded with them to stop making everything harder than it needed to be. They were busy arguing over whose turn it was to have a room to themselves instead of sharing when the hotel employee called out, "I have one room with a single king", but before Mira or her partner could take it, Mary had snatched it roughly from the poor woman's hand. "That's us!," he declared, grabbing Mira by the wrist and spinning her into a dramatic dip and a quick peck on the cheek. "We're on our honeymoon, y'know." She swatted at him with a giggle and a long-suffering roll of her eyes as he reluctantly brought her back to her feet. Out of the corner of her eye she barely saw her partner yank the key from Mary's hand and disappear into the corridors in a huff, without a word, leaving her to stash her luggage behind the front desk so she could go ahead and check in at the bar and them know the band had arrived. "I'm gonna hear about THAT tonight...," she grumbled under her breath before redirecting her attention to the metal lads scuffling around her. "Just get your butts back down here as fast as you can, okay? Don't make me lug in all the equipment by myself like last time..."

The show went as well as could have been expected. They were in the middle of nowhere and the crowd was small but enthusiastic. As usual Mira was the last one out of the bar, though not because she was drinking, as appealing as that would have been with the realization that the band's manager had been mysteriously absent all night, no doubt still fuming like a petulant child. The band had long since absconded with their pay, pumped full of adrenaline and mystery pills and leaving her to tie up lose ends alone, exhausted as she dragged her feet towards the bed that felt so far away by then. The hotel had a curious layout. One could certainly get to the rooms from the elevators in the lobby by the bar's exit, but it was actually closer to cut through the pool area when it was open, though it was sure to be locked up by then. Except that it wasn't. And as soon as Mira opened the steam-coated glass door she was hit with a thick fog faintly scented with cigarettes and beer, while her tired ears were assaulted with an all-too-familiar din. She waved away the fog that blocked her vision as she approached the hot tub, catching glimpses of ghostly white naked asses as they hopped into the bubbling water one by one. "Oh, what fresh hell is this? What is this...Ghouls gone wild?" "Hell yeah, spring break, baby," exclaimed idiot number one. "Come on in, the water's fine." "Fuck off, I don't have a bathing suit," she shot back. "That's ok, neither do we." Idiot number two stood up, waving his junk in her general direction with a grin of unjustified pride. She grimaced, though it was hardly the first time she'd suffered through their notorious exhibitionism. "No way. People might think I'm one of your bimbo groupies." "C'mon in and loosen up a little. You work too hard." Mary was leaning back with his full wingspan spread across the lip of the tub, unusually quiet and sporting an unreadable expression as if he was trying to read just how much she would let him get away with tonight. Idiot one reached out to her, clutching at the hem of her jeans to try to pull her in closer to the bubbling water. "Yeah, I bet you got a real smokin' bod under that pissy scowl." She kicked him away, a direct and satisfying hit into the tattooed meat of his arm with her sharp stiletto heel. "Well tonight is not the night that you're going to find out, asshole." She shifted her attention back to Mary, since he seemed to be the only one left capable of holding a conversation. "What are y'all doing in here, anyway? Are you trying to get us kicked out of here? The sign on the door says it closed down hours ago."

"S'aright, I talked to the manager." She scoffed, eyes narrowed incredulously. Mary was a sweet talker when he wanted to be, but talking to authority figures was not one of his strong suits. "No, for real. They were tryin' to jerk us around about how much they were payin' us for playin', so I said we'd call it even if we got a discount on the rooms and got to use the hot tub after hours." Mary certainly had the gift of gab and knew how to use it, but she suspected it was less ruthless haggling with the manager and more sweet talking the matronly lady on night duty at the front desk that he'd had blushing and giggling before they even had keys in hand. She crossed her arms and glared at him with pursed lips. "Let me guess...They'll look the other way as long as you promise not to trash the place like you usually do?" He nodded with a wide grin. "Mmm hmm." "Well, I'm pretty sure chugging beers in here with your dicks out isn't what they had in mind." She checked her watch. It was late. Far too late for her to get sucked into their shenanigans and she was dreading the inevitable all-night screaming match she knew was waiting for her back at her own room, but she had to at least attempt to reason with them. "Need I remind you that we have a big travel day tomorrow and bus call is early as all hell?" Idiot two brought his fists down on the water with a splash and a dramatic pout. "Why d'ya keep calling it 'bus call', anyway, when it's just Mary's shitass van?" "Well, when you stop racking up bar tabs that are more than what you're getting paid for the gig, we can talk about renting a bus," she scolded. "C'mon guys, call it a night, huh?" But her pleas fell on deaf ears as they always did, they were already too busy cracking open another round of beers and lighting up a joint to pass back and forth. "Just try to stay out of trouble, ok boys? Don't make me bail you out of jail again," she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose and rubbing at her tired eyes before pointing at the ringleader with an icy glare in warning. "And Mary...I'm leaving you responsible for these...hoolligans." "Aye, aye, cap'n!" He stood up with a sharp salute, water beading across his bony chest, happy trail just peeking enticingly over the rippling surface of the water. Before you could get a chance to respond he was back in the water, and you turned on your heels to exit before he could get a chance to get you in any more trouble than you knew you were already in. .

Hours had passed, but Mary found himself back in the water when sleep proved to be elusive, mindlessly scrolling through the notes on his phone, playing and replaying random snippets he'd recorded when the inspiration struck. A chord progression here, a drum riff there, all while sipping on the last dregs of a lukewarm beer. Immersed in his latest work-in-progress and with the room only illuminated by the moonlight that broke through the steam-coated windows, he didn't notice Mira enter. "What's that?" Her unexpected voice made him jump, and he could just barely make out her small silhouette in the dim light. "Huh?!...Oh, it's you...S'just somethin' I been workin' on." He shrugged it off casually and fumbled to turn it off, always a little reluctant to let anyone hear things he wasn't completely satisfied with yet, especially someone whose opinion he actually valued. "S'nothin' but noise-" "No, don't turn it down. It's nice. You're real talented, Mary." The sudden sincerity of her praise knocked the wind out of his sails and for the first time in a long time he couldn't think of anything to say. "Everybody else finally go to bed?" "Yup...Cowards..." He took a long drag from his cigarette before dropping it into one of the nearby empty bottles. "You been in here this whole time?" He eyed her curiously as she wandered around the room, toying aimlessly with his clothes where they were draped over a faded lounge chair and still sticking to the shadows. "Naw, I tried to go to sleep, but you know how it goes. Still too amped up after the gig, I guess. Started thinkin' too much..." "Yeah, I couldn't sleep either." There was something undeniably off about her cadence, something hollow about her usually lyrical voice. "You ok, doll?" "Yeah, I...I'm fine..." She answered quickly, but there was a tremor to her words. "You finally gonna join me in here?," he asked hopefully and without his previous teasing tone. "I promise I won't even peek or get fresh or nothin'." "Yeah. Ok." He turned away dutifully while she undressed, silent and listless like her mind was miles away. Once she was settled under the safe curtain of the water he turned back to her, though she still only stared straight ahead, a fringe of brown hair still obscuring her face. "Beer?" "Sure." He opened a fresh one for her, pressing it into her hand that was visibly shaking. She let out a heavy sigh and took a long pull from the bottle, but when she threw her head back her hair fell away from her face and even in the almost-darkness he could see it. The faint blue shadow and slight swelling under her eye.

"Oh, älskling...What happened to you?" A question he didn't need to ask and his expression plummeted as he put the pieces together. He knew full well who'd done that to her and he knew deep down that the signs had been there all long no matter how hard she'd tried to hide them. He'd seen the flared tempers firsthand, but not directed at her. Never at her, not in public anyway. And in that moment he saw red. "That...That son of a bitch." "Mary..." The tears that she'd been fighting back for hours finally broke through the beads of steam and sweat on her cheek like raindrops on a windowpane. "I'll kill him." Mary scrambled in the direction of his discarded clothes, already mentally jumping ahead to the beating he was prepared to give. "I'll fucking kill him." "Mary, please..." She clutched at his hands as he thrashed his fists through the water in a rage, trying to be the voice of reason and forcing him to sit back down. "You're the last person he wants to see right now. It'll just make it worse." The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. "Was this `cause of me? That thing in the lobby?...Did I do this?" His anger was forgotten at the sight of her so broken and he pulled her into his bony chest, any distance he'd been trying to maintain in their naked state ignored. "Mira...I'm sorry...Oh, min älskling, I'm so sorry..." The tears were falling faster than she could wipe them away, hiccupping sobs wracking her body making it hard to talk. "This isn't your fault, Mare...He just gets jealous sometimes." "Never meant for this to happen...Never meant for him to hurt you...," he growled between kisses to the top of her head. "I know, Mare, I know..." She freed a hand from where he had her practically crushed against his ribcage, reaching up to snake an arm around his long neck, feeling his heartbeat pounding hard and fast through his pulse point. "Only ever wanted to be good for you..." She lifted her head to meet his intense stare, his emerald eyes a smokey grey in the moonlight, soft and full of affection in a way she'd never noticed before. The distance between them disappeared, though it wasn't clear who was leaning into to whom, and their lips barely touched, eyelids fluttering without fully closing. When it was over he started to speak, to apologize, but before he got the chance she tightened her grip around his neck and crashed her lips into his.

And that's when it happened. One perfectly synchronized lurch of their bodies and he breeched her entrance. They both froze. She gasped. He held his breath. "D'you...D'you want me to stop?" Oh, how he hoped the answer would be 'no'. Her breaths were coming shallow and stuttered against the crook of his neck. "No." The words tumbled from her quivering lips, barely audible and he tightened his arms around her as she lowered herself slowly down his shaft until their hips met. As good as the new connection felt, time seemed to move more slowly after that, the severity of what they were doing as overwhelming as the friction within her walls. Kisses were softer, touches more reverent. Something unspoken was building between them. "What if somebody sees us?...," she purred against his ear with a hint of worry and amusement in her voice. "What if we get caught?..." "Better ride my cock harder before we run outta time then, baby girl...," he chuckled, tightening his grip on her flexing behind. Her head fell back to his shoulder, eyes closed and lost in how good he felt inside her. "Mary..." "You let me do the worrying, älskling...Lemme take care of you..." They writhed together without urgency, a familiar tightening of her walls and twisting in her stomach coming fast. But it was hard to get leverage and she dug her fingers into his broad shoulders and whined quietly as she chased relief. "Mary...Please..." Every graze of his swollen tip against her g-spot, the relentless pressure of her clit grating against his pubic bone, it was too much and yet not quite enough to get her there. "Need you to fuck me..." He could feel her frustration, hooking his arms under her knees and standing swiftly. "I got you, baby girl." He braced himself as best he could in the swirling water and fucked up into her hard and fast. She let her head fall back, mouth agape and crying out with every deliciously punishing thrust. When he felt her thighs start to quiver against his palms he buried himself as deep as she could take him, rutting against her until he felt her break. Her body went rigid, spasming in his arms with eyes pinched shut and a series of loud yelps. He rocked her through it until she went limp and he sat down with a slightly awkward thud. He twisted around, reaching with one arm to gather the nearest towels and lay them out for a little padding against the concrete floor, still holding her trembling form to his chest. "C'mon, älskling." He stood back up, turning around to lower her onto her back across the nest of towels. "I been waitin' for this for too long, m'not done yet." He kissed her one more time before heading south, draping her legs over his shoulders before diving in.

He nipped and suckled a path along each thigh, watching the rise and fall of her breasts as she twitched through aftershocks. The first contact of his pouty lips against her achy bud make her back arch with a hiss, still all raw nerves from her orgasm. "Oh my God...It's too much..." He worked her through the hypersensitivity, tracing languid, lazy patterns with the tip of his tongue across her clit, letting her set the pace with the circles of her hips, savoring the musky sweet taste of her with a low hum. The pressure was building even faster than before and she wove her fingers through his hair and tugged hard, trying to pull him away, pull him on top of her, trying to get him back where she wanted him. "Please...Please... But he was in no mood to be hurried, only tightening his grip on her thighs to hold her still, shifting to pump his tongue into her clenching pussy and freeing a hand to work her puffy clit in tight circles with his skilled fingers. The climax hit her without warning, her pussy clamping down on his tongue and her legs squeezing against his cheekbones as her whole body shook with tremors. This time the waves of pleasure had barely ebbed when he broke away with an animalistic grunt, keeping her legs over his shoulders so he could fold her in half, knees against her shoulders as he slammed his cock into her. Her fists twisted in the linens underneath her and she tried to meet every erratic snap of his hips. "Fuck!...So fucking deep..." "Du är perfekt... Så perfekt..." It didn't matter that she couldn't understand, he didn't really want her to. He couldn't think of anything but how she felt, how she made him feel, the throbbing in his shaft as she gripped him tighter and tighter, the look of total trust and surrender in her lovely brown eyes. "Please, Mary...Cum for me..." He finally let her legs slip from his shoulders and splay open wide, and he tumbled forward so they were chest to chest, his lean body weight almost crushing her. She brought her tiny hands to his ass, steadying his movements and only encouraging him to fuck her harder. "Cum inside me...I need you..." "Jag älskar dig, Mira...Jag har alltid älskat dig...Min söta flicka...," he whimpered with his face buried in her chocolate tresses as his rhythm became more and more frantic. He came with a gravely roar, kicking inside her, spurting hot and messy into her spongy depths until he collapsed on top of her.

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2colde

it's thousand yard stare summer

danse-macabre-ballerina

#its too fucking hot #the band ghost #shitghosting #secondo #papa ii

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danse-macabre-ballerina

#the band ghost #ghost band meme #cardi c #copia #copia meme #papa iv #papa iv meme #cardinal copia #frater imperator #shitghosting

scissorsaint

nice wound. Could use some salt though

gh0ul-dinner

danse-macabre-ballerina

#the band ghost #ghost band meme #shitghosting #copia #papa iv #copia meme #papa iv meme #cardinal copia #frater imperator

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coco-monster

tell me your dirtiest terzo headcanon!! (of just your favorite nsfw one!!!)

terzo doesn't give a rat's ass about privacy and will absolutely go through your computer to find the freakiest porn you've ever watched just to casually bring it up and watch you squirm in embarrassment, which he absolutely gets off on.

"Don't play innocent with me, tesoro. I know what you want."

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