Just feeding my hyper fixation by writing some Ghost smut.
She/Her 40+
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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...
Click on the masterlists for fic summaries and links
Primo/Papa I Masterlist
Bleeding Heart (971 words) TW Blood
Summer Rain (1,260 words)
Eyes On Me (2,031 words) TW Anxiety
Tossed Salad (1,361 words)
Our Love Is Perennial (2,151 words)
Fiore Di Neve (1,055 words)
Secondo/Papa II Masterlist
Stay With Me (3,384 words)
Bookmark (1,609 words)
Sound Check (815 words)
A Close Shave (643 words)
Mia Ragazza Tosta (902 words) TW Dom/Sub, BDSM, Rough Stuff
Blood Moon (2,539 words) TW Blood
Giveth And Taketh (2,435 words) TW Rough Stuff
Romanzo D'Inverno (3,092 words)
Terzo/Papa III Masterlist
An Unholy Proposal (7,402 words)
Sacrifice On The Altar (4,660 words)
Moonlight Cenotaph (6,725 words)
Bound To Him (5,318 words) TW Past S/A
Lamb To The Slaughter (4,416 words)
Exploring The Dark (7,457 words)
Hello, We Are Ghost (5,648 words)
Body Language (1,444 words)
Hold Me Now (858 words)
Sky Is Falling (977 words) TW Earthquake, Blood
Behave (1,282 words) TW Sub/Dom, Rough Stuff
Use Your Pretty Words (909 words) TW Sub/Dom
Red Venus (1,588 words) TW Blood
Papa Terzo (1,557 words) TW Pregnancy
Stella Matina (2,265 words) TW Childbirth Complications/Surgery
Yours To Lose (2,925 words) TW Rough Stuff
Just As You Are (1,568 words) TW Body Image Issues/Weight Gain
Overtime (1,785 words)
Bella Afrodite (1,874 words)
Wait For Me (1,126 words)
Colomba Del Mattino (1,120 words)
Stall Tactics (1,521 words) TW Sub/Dom, Rough Stuff
Thigh High (1,461 words) TW Sub/Dom, Collaring
Hands Are The Heart's Landscape (900 words) TW Con Somnophilia
On The Hunt (1,548 words) TW Mild Sub/Dom
My Sweet Adversary (4,525 words) TW Rough Stuff, Dub Con
Cure Amorevoli (3,980 words)
Break The Arrow (3,303 words)
Dust And Shadow (3,080 words) TW Masterzobation?
Cardinal Copia/Papa IV/Frater Imperator Masterlist
Pour Your Pain Into Me (6,332 words)
Blood Lust (2,251 words) TW Blood
Embracing Infatuation (6,655 words)
Surrender To Temptation (6,003 words)
A Lesson In Sin (6,406 words)
You Are Mine (4,844 words)
Second Chance At Ascension (4,104 words)
Rite Of Passage (5,628 words)
Eruption and Absolution (1,255 words) TW Con Non-Con, Rough Stuff
Growing Pains (1,514 words) TW Con Non-Con, Rough Stuff
Bleed For Me (3,054 words) TW Blood
Bath Time (1,226 words)
Negotiation (409 words)
Negotiation 2 (778 words) TW Rough Stuff
Papa Down (1,253 words)
Game Over (1,045 words)
Eat Your Words (910 words)
Take Five (1,275 words)
Wild Ride (6,939 words)
Mia Dea (1,050 words) TW Pregnancy
In The Heat Of The Night (4,523 words) TW Rough Stuff
Just A Crush (2,508 words)
Duty Calls (1,150 words)
Attrazione Immediata (7,075 words)
Time For Two (1,423 words)
Be My Forever (2,250 words)
Benvenuti A Casa (3,626 words)
Love Long Distance (7,338 words) TW Intoxication
All Work No Play (6,690 words)
Tell The Truth (6,249 words)
Date Night (1,446 words) TW Intoxication
Another Date Night (1,568 words)
Scary Movie (625 words)
Worship With Me (1,796 words)
The Cardinal's Cane (883 words)
Attitude Adjustment (1,030 words)
Bella Ghuleh (2,856 words)
Ready For My Close-Up (1,294 words)
Dream Weaver (3,778 words) TW Mild Somnophilia, Voyeurism
A Special Request (2,871 words)
Standoff (1,793 words) TW Rough Stuff, Con Non Con
Too Shy To Say (2,564 words)
Untamed Pleasure (2,038 words)
Animal Instincts (1,412 words)
Brava Ballerina (1,702 words)
Read To Me (1,649 words)
Wet Dream (1,256 words)
Victory Lap (6,290 words) TW Mild Somnophilia
Fallen Petals (572 words)
Frater Ephemerus (1,681 words)
The Taste Of You (1,373 words) TW Autism/Arfid
Here Comes Frater Cottontail (3,039 words)
Perpetua/Papa V Masterlist
Purple Rain (2,323 words) TW Blood
The Calm During The Storm (839 words)
Gazza Ladra, Part 1 (1,681 words)
Gazza Ladra, Part 2 (1,446 words)
Creature Crush (1,251 words)
Your Eyes Only (1,487 words)
Hide and Seek (4,055 words)
Coffee Break (1,647 words)
Mine To Protect (6,474 words) TW Attempted SA, Violence
Tummy Troubles (646 words)
Non-Fiction Friction (1,354 words)
Any Way The Wind Blows (4,350 words)
Closing Time (1,934 words)
Tender Confession (1,305 words)
A Score To Settle (1,594 words) TW Rough Stuff
Evening The Score (654 words)
The Papa Who Could Fly (4,804 words)
Time Out (1,066 words)
A Happy Homecoming (1,091 words)
A Tender Reprimand (2,400 words) TW Light BDSM
A Reluctant Goodbye (1,889 words) TW Rough Stuff
You Hold The Key (2,780 words) TW Terzo is Dead, Rough Stuff
My Sweet Boy (845 words)
Midnight Snack (992 words)
Love On The Road (5,897 words)
Backstage Pass (2,056 words)
Home Cooking (1,643 words)
Salvation In Submission (2,411 words) TW Dom/Sub
Play It Again (5,260 words) TW Blood
A Free Heart (3,124 words)
Love To Keep Me Warm (2,291 words)
What You Need (2,438 words) TW Gratuitous Rough Stuff
In My Eyes (1,694 words)
Tutor Privatus (1,836 words)
Rainbow Tour (1,201 words) TW Mild Somnophelia
Playing Doctor (1,008 words) TW Sub/Dom, Inspection Kink
The Monster Inside Me (3,254 words) TW Blood, Dub Con
Room Service (4,106 words) TW Mild Somnophilia
Creature Comfort (1,390 words) TW Menstruation
Cardinal Peep-petua (2,191 words) TW Voyeurism
Travel Companion (2,905 words) TW Monsterfucking
Sweet Dreams (869 words) TW Somnophilia
Multi-Papas, Pick-Your Papa, and Miscellaneous Masterlist
*Multis involve gangbang and tag-team scenarios, never any of the Papas sexually engaging with each other. If you are into that, that's fine, this is a judgement-free zone...but I a not into that myself.
Tango For Three (5,030 words) *Copia, Terzo TW Dubious Con/Non-Con, Rough Stuff
Resolution (5,695 words) *Copia, Perpetua
The Game (3,664 words) *Copia, Primo, Secondo, Terzo
All The Time (5,232 words) *Copia, Terzo
Night Watch (719 words) *Terzo, Perpetua TW Accidental Voyeurism, Non-Con Masturbation
Sushi Night (1,984 words) *Terzo, Copia
Pas de Trois: Adagio (895 words) *Copia, Perpetua
Pas de Trois: Coda (4,012 words) *Copia, Perpetua
Completely Pleased (2,048 words) *Copia, Dewdrop, Rain TW Tentacle Sex
Dangerous Curves Ahead (1,807 words) *Terzo, Copia
Perfect Pet (5,521 words) *Perpetua, Secondo TW Sub/Dom, Rough Stuff, Blood/Injury
It's A Beautiful Sky (2,713 words) *All Papa and more! SMUT FREE!
Three Tiny Titty Ditties (2,164 words) *Terzo, Copia, Mary Goore
Blood Monday (1,611 words) *Pick-Your-Papa TW Blood
Bedside Manner (1,929 words) *Copia, Terzo
Wild Horses (853 words) *Pick-Your-Papa TW Sub/Dom, Pain
And Papa Makes Three (2,120 words) *Perpetua, Dewdrop
Blood Brothers (1,682 words) *Copia, Perpetua TW Blood
Blood Brothers: Epilogue (324 words) *Copia, Perpetua
Tender In Tandem (3,753 words) *Mary Goore, Perpetua
Chasing Waterfalls (1,507 words) *Pick-Your-Papa
Take Me To The Bone Room (801 words) *Dewrdrop
A Lesson In Mating (4,151 words) *Copia, Perpetua
On A Hot Summr Night (2,469 words) *Copia, Perpetua
Mary Goore Masterlist
Bloody Mary (1,795 words) TW Blood
Haunt Me (1,196 words)
Haunt Me Again (1,880 words)
Silent Treatment (491 words)
A Bad Trip (1,681 words) TW Drug Use
House Chores (1,199 words)
Sweet Revenge (2,034 words)
A Very Mary Christmas (1,805 words) TW Unplanned Pregnancy
Christmas With The Goores (1,787 words)
Nyårsafton (713 words)
Snötäckt (2,208 words)
Breakfast For Dinner (1,547 words)
Addicted To You (3,887 words)
Back Together (1,604 words)
Modersmjölk (1,106 words) TW Lactation
My Bloody Valentine (1,385 words) TW Blood
Mogen Persika (3,401 words)
Vattensporter (1,742 words)
Broom Service (1,277 words)
Födelsedagsöverraskning (2.043 words)
Morgonöverraskning (1,368 words) TW Mild Somnophilia
Mary Godmother (1,601 words)
Beneath The Blood (1,644 words)
Hitting Snooze (2,248 words)
I Varmt Vatten (3,870 words) TW Domestic Violence
Min Lilla Blodkorv (2,230 words) TW Blood
Old Faithful (1,032 words)
Manèges Renversées (3,916 words)
Bakdörr (1,369 words)
Kundservice (2,734 words)
Vargens Kläder (2,459 words)
Take Me Tonight (1,980 words) TW Mild Sum/Dom, Degradation
🌔Moon Over The Ministry🌒
January 3rd: Wolf Moon (5,632 words)*Werewolf!Perpetua x fem!afab!reader TW Kidnapping, Dub Con, Monsterfucking
February 1st: Snow Moon (1,975 words) *Secondo x fem!afab!reader
March 3rd: Worm Moon (1,540 words) *Primo x fem!afab!reader TW Blood, Dub Con
April 1st: Pink Moon (2,642 words) *Dewdrop Ghoul x fem!afab!reader TW Tentacle Sex
May 1st: Flower Moon (3,917 words) *Deacon!Terzo x fem!afab!reader
May 31st: Blue Moon (3,727 words) *Cardinal!Copia x fem!afab!reader
Random Ghostie Thoughts
⚪ Sore Sex ⚪ About Me ⚪ Papa Boners ⚪ Lube ⚪
⚪ Skeledancers ⚪ My Kinks ⚪ Poopoopetua ⚪ OCs ⚪
⚪ Mira ⚪ Terzo and the Female Orgasm ⚪ 2025 Recap ⚪
⚪ Mary "Dry Humping" Goore ⚪ 'Tesora' Is Not A Word ⚪
⚪ Pussy Eatin' Papas ⚪ Public Sex ⚪ Ministry BBQ Day ⚪
⚪ Happy Birthday!...Love, Papa ⚪ C and V Like Boobs! ⚪
⚪ Satanic Stories From The Streets ⚪
THEY WERE HOLDING OUT ON US! THERE WERE MORE PUPPY PICTURES. Credit to the lovely motley zoo animal rescue IG who really just blessed us all. Also I hope A Nameless Ghoul is getting all the treats and cuddles and partying with Satan right now 😭😭
During the Ministry celebrations for the summer solstice, Terzo chooses one sorella for an intimate moonlit encounter, only to find out that she is not like the other Sisters of Sin and he finds himself compelled to give her more personal attention
Terzo is a nice mix of dominant and romantic in this one, I like how he turned out this time.
Lately I'm very into finding ways to incorporate moments of humor, consent, & checking in more, in a way that actually feels natural.
It's a good challenge.
[Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Power Imbalance, Smut, Ritual Sex, Outdoor Sex, Oral Sex Cunnilingus, Light Bondage, Fingering, Squirting, Loss of Virginity, P in V Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Romantic Fluff]
Read on AO3
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The summer solstice celebrations at the Ministry were always a particular favorite amongst the Siblings of Sin and Upper Clergy alike...something about the heat perhaps. Under the ethereal glow of the midsummer moon, the air was thick with the scent of wildflowers and the distant aroma of roasting meats, the low vibrations of pulsing music humming in the background. Copious amounts of wine were passed around in ornate goblets, shared amongst the revelers who danced around the giant bonfire in the center of the courtyard.
Mira was fairly new to the Ministry, still getting accustomed to daily life and the decadent customs that everyone around her seemed to navigate with ease. Tonight there was something in the air...the heat, the wine, the thrumming bass that pulsed through her body that compelled her to dance with such abandon...but whatever it was made her feel for the first time since her arrival like she was part of something bigger than herself...something ancient and primal.
Across the field Papa Emeritus III reclined, his black hair shimmering with reflections of the flames, the dancing shadows making his heterochromatic eyes flash with a predatory gaze as he sipped his wine. The backlighting of the bonfire shone through the filmy linen dresses of the dancers, silhouetting their undulating bodies and leaving little hidden in the moonlight.
Terzo's focus settled on Mira, a Sister who he was not quite as familiar with as the rest. He'd had brief contact with her in passing, but she seemed shy, closed-off compared to the rest of his flock who were so eager for his attention. And her shielded nature only fueled his deep need to know her, like a forbidden fruit.
Almost as if she could feel his eyes on her, she spun around to meet his gaze, frozen in place as he raised a gloved finger wordlessly saying: 'You...come here.'
She broke away from the group, tentatively making her way to him, her thin white dress clinging to her body in the breeze, the outlines of her curves highlighted by the flames behind her.
"Papa?", she said quietly, her tiny hands clasped in front of her.
He studied her for a moment, her cheeks flushed, her hands trembling. Such a gentle creature was a rare sight amongst the Sisters of Sin, or at least none of them stayed that way for long. He chuckled to himself, charmed and curious to see if she could really be as innocent as she appeared. He stood up next to her, towering over her as he brushed a few stray blades of grass from his sleek black pants. "Walk with me, Sorella," he said firmly, offering her his arm. "There is a special place, a sacred place I would like you to see."
They walked without speaking at first and he stroked her hand gently, feeling her gradually relax, her soft body warm and inviting pressed against his arm. "You have not been here for very long, have you Sorella?", he asked, breaking the silence.
"No, Papa, only a few months, but so far I've been very happy," she said looking up at him with a warm smile.
"It is good to see you enjoying yourself tonight. I worry that you are all work and no play, si?". He raised an eyebrow at her, a small smirk playing across his lips.
"I...I suppose I'm still trying to get my bearings. This is all very new to me.," she said quietly.
He patted her hand affectionately. "Give it time, Sorella. I think you will find that if you keep your mind open to new experiences, a sense of belonging will follow."
He led her through Primo's garden, deeper into the Ministry grounds than she'd ever ventured before. "Ah...we are here. I think you will find this helpful for your...education." They approached a large stone in a secluded corner, surrounded by lilacs in bloom that perfumed the air around it. "This stone predates the entire existence of the Ministry."
Mira reached out to touch its rough texture, the unholy symbols and writing carved into its surface almost worn away with age and the elements. "It's just like the altar in the Chapel," she mused. "Though this one must be hundreds of years old, if not more."
"Si, Sorella," he confirmed. "This altar was the foundation of the Ministry. In those days the Rituals were held outdoors under a full moon."
She turned and leaned back against the edge of the stone, gazing up through the canopy of flowers that framed the night sky above. She let her eyes close, inhaling deeply the scents that surrounded them, her lips parting slightly with an appreciative sigh. His breath hitched at the sight of her: the peaceful expression on her lovely face, the graceful arch of her neck, the way her pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight even as he could feel the heat radiating off of her. "For countless generations Siblings of Sin have come together at this sacred space to...howl at the moon." He was closer now, almost touching her, and she brought her focus back to his face, now just inches from hers. "Is that what you brought me here for?", she whispered, her voice sultry in a way that caught him off-guard.
The bluntness of her question knocked the air out of his lungs for a moment, a rare break in his suave confidence. "The thought had crossed my mind, Sorella," he answered in a low growl, his white eye seeming to pulse in time with her rapidly accelerating breathing. "I have been known to turn into quite a wolf when the moon is full." He reached a gloved hand to brush her hair away from her face, letting his fingers linger to stroke her cheek. "Would you give yourself to the wolf, bellisima?"
Her eyes fluttered closed as a barely audible whisper escaped her lips, "Yes, Papa....yes."
He finally closed the space between them, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss. He felt her body tense, but she didn't pull away. Instead, a warmth spread through her, a sensation she'd never experienced before. Terzo's hand moved from her cheek to the small of her back, pulling her closer, his lips pressing more firmly against hers. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open for him. Mira's hands found their way to his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, feeling the lean muscle beneath, his heartbeat under her palms a contrast to the racing of her own. The kiss was intense, consuming, and Mira found herself losing herself in it, surrendering completely to his commanding embrace.
Terzo's lips finally released hers, trailing a path of fire down her neck, his breath hot on her skin. He paused at the hollow of her throat, his tongue flicking out to taste her, before continuing his exploration. His hands moved to the laces of her dress, deftly untying them with practiced ease. The dress fell open, revealing the soft curve of her shoulders and the swell of her breasts, heaving with her panting breaths. He pushed the gauzy fabric aside and let it pool around her waist, his gaze taking in the sight of her, his eyes darkening with desire. He leaned in, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. Mira gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the altar as a wave of pleasure washed over her. He sucked gently, his teeth grazing her skin, sending shivers down her spine. He repeated the action on the other nipple, his hands moving to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples and feeling them harden against the leather of his gloves. She whimpered, her body arching into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps. "Papa...this is...too much..." she panted, squirming against the hard stone as she felt a tingling heat building between her legs. Terzo chuckled, his eyes meeting hers, his gaze intense.
"You are mine tonight, Mira," he growled, his voice laced with dominance. "And I will take what I want from you." He leaned in, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss, his hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer, grinding the rapidly growing proof of his arousal against her. He could feel her heart racing, her body trembling with anticipation. He turned her around roughly, crossing her wrists behind her back. "You will give yourself to me," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. She could hear the sound of his leather belt sliding against the fabric of his pants before she felt him wrapping it around her wrists. "You will let me take you, claim you, and you will love every moment of it."
Satisfied that she was properly restrained, Terzo turned her back to face him and moved his hands to her hips, lifting her effortlessly onto the stone altar. "Lie back, piccola," he whispered. "Let me see your beautiful body in the moonlight." The cool surface was a stark contrast to the heat of her skin, but she barely noticed as his hands trailed up her thighs, pushing her dress higher. "Are you cold, bellisima?" She shook her head, though he could see goosebumps on her alabaster skin and he could feel her shaking. "Do not worry...Your Papa will keep you warm." She shivered as his fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down. The moonlight bathed her in a soft glow, highlighting the curve of her breasts and the softness of her thighs. He looked down at her, his eyes dark with desire, before leaning in to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
She gasped, her hands locked behind her back making her curve and thrust her breasts in the air. He paused at the apex of her thighs, teasing her with his hot breath on her most intimate part. She couldn't contain her desperate, needy sounds until he leaned in to press a soft kiss to her clit. She gasped, her body arching violently off the stone as a wave of pleasure washed over her. He chuckled, the sound low and sensual, before continuing his torture, his tongue swirling around her most sensitive spot. She moaned, her hips starting to move in sync with the swipes of his tongue, her breasts bouncing deliciously in time. He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps as she neared the edge. "Come for me, bellisima," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "Give your pleasure as an offering to our Dark Lord."
He pressed his tongue down hard onto her sensitive nub one last time and her body spasmed with a broken sob. Pins and needles buzzed through her fingers and toes and when she finally opened her eyes her vision was hazy. His grip on her thighs loosened, his tongue softening and gently lapping at her pussy, easing her down from the intensity of her orgasm. He helped her to sit up and she fell boneless against his chest, letting her head rest on his shoulder, still whimpering quietly against his neck. He stroked her hair affectionately, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Did that feel good, piccola?", he asked gently.
"Mmmm hmmm...that was incredible, Papa," she purred.
"Well, I am glad to hear that," he whispered with renewed desire. "Because the night is still young. I have hours left to make a beautiful mess of your obedient little body." He pulled her to the edge of the altar, helping her to her feet, turning her and guiding her to lean down, her flushed breasts pressed into the cold stone. "I am going to fuck you hard now and show you the true power of our Dark Lord," he growled as he lined up his leaking tip with her quivering entrance.
"Papa?...," she whispered meekly, a slight tremor in her voice. He paused his movements, just barely easing into her wet folds. "Please go slow. I...I've never done this before."
He pulled away from her abruptly, pausing in disbelief before rushing in to help her stand, fumbling to release the leather around her wrists. "Satan's name...Piccola, why did you not say something sooner?"
She rubbed her sore wrists as she answered shyly, "I wanted to do my duty as a Sister of Sin. I wanted to please you, Papa."
He pulled her into his chest, holding her close, the tension melting from her body in his strong arms. "No, bellisima, no...The gift you are offering...it is not something to be given lightly. It is something to be shared and accepted with great reverence. I sought only to enjoy some carnal pleasures with you in celebration...not to make your body a ritual sacrifice."
He pulled back to force her to meet his gaze, his eyes now soft and comforting. "You deserve better than being bent over a rough stone in the damp night air. Do not get me wrong, that can be quite enjoyable. But your first experience should be something more special, si?"
She nodded, smiling but fighting back tears. "I really did want it, Papa. I wanted you...so much. You made me feel wonderful."
"You flatter me, piccola," he chuckled. "And I would love to continue this encounter another time...But indoors and in a warm bed. Tomorrow night, perhaps?"
She nodded enthusiastically, her smile growing.
"Perfecto! You will meet me at my quarters after your Ministry duties are complete and we will have dinner. It is a date," he said with renewed confidence in his voice.
"Mmmmm, it's a date," he purred, nuzzling into his neck.
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Mira didn't have much time to change for dinner with Terzo, forgoing her usual habit and needing something more alluring to wear. Even though they both knew exactly how the evening would end, there were still butterflies in her stomach. She rustled through her closet looking for the perfect dress to tempt him, distract him, full of nervous anticipation as she saw the minutes ticking by. She finally settled on a black satin slip dress with a dangerously low back and a pair of blood red heels.
When she arrived at his chambers, she took a moment to collect herself and try to slow her breathing before knocking on his door. He greeted her warmly as she took in the sight of him. It was rare to see him dressed so casually, out of his papal robes or his performance suit, in just a plain black dress shirt and sleek black pants, and the combination of this new look with his angular face paint made him look dangerous but undeniably handsome. He led her to a small dining table, covered with flickering candles, dinner already served. She couldn't help noticing the way he eyed her up and down as they walked, a small satisfied smile curling the corners of her lips to see his hungry eyes.
Dinner was spent in relaxed conversation that flowed as easily as the wine. Mira listened attentively to every answer Terzo gave to her many questions about the origin and rites of the Ministry she'd become a part of and he watched her with a look of genuine affection as she spoke of her life before coming there. When all the food was eaten, the wine glasses were empty, and the candles were burning low a silence fell over the room, neither of them knowing how to transition from here. Terzo's fingers nervously drummed on his thigh and she fidgeted with the hem of her dress, suddenly finding it too hard to meet his intense gaze. He stood abruptly, walking over to and offering his hand. She took it wordlessly and he led her away from the table, towards his bedroom.
He was the first to break the unbearable tension. "Can I tell you a secret, bellisima?" She nodded gratefully. "I was afraid you would change your mind, that you would not want to come here tonight."
She sighed, squeezing his hand slightly. "Honestly, I did consider it. Please don't get me wrong...I wouldn't miss this night for the world...I was just so terribly nervous."
He paused in the center of his bedroom, turning to face her, leaning in close.
"Do I make you nervous, piccola?"
There was something ominous in his voice that made her breath catch, the heat already building between her legs. The only light in the room was from the flames in the fireplace and it made his white eye flash red as if the Devil himself was staring back at her.
He didn't wait for her to respond, crashing his lips into hers, capturing her in a feverish kiss. Terzo's lips were insistent, hungry, as if he were trying to devour her very soul and she gasped into his mouth at the intensity. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, before moving up to cup her breasts through the silky fabric. He groaned as he felt her nipples harden against his palms, his own body responding at a breakneck speed. He broke away from her mouth, raking his nails across her exposed back and making her shiver before pushing the dress off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet, leaving her in nothing but the pair of red heels. He stepped back, his eyes roaming over her body, his breath coming in labored gulps, bemused at the realization that she'd gone all evening with nothing on under that dress. "Now you are all mine, Mira," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He moved his hands to grip her hips, pulling her close. He captured her mouth in another fierce kiss, sitting onto the edge of the bed and pulling her in to straddle his thigh. Her hips wasted no time rolling and grinding against him, desperate for more of the friction between her aching clit and the smooth fabric of his pants. He moaned at the sensation, the growing neediness of her rhythm, the scalding wetness seeping through the fabric against his skin.
Terzo's fingers trailed down the smooth skin of her stomach, tracing the curve of her hips before dipping between her thighs. He felt the arousal dripping through her folds, his fingertips barely dipping into her entrance to coat them. He groaned, his eyes locked onto hers as he slowly slid a finger inside her. She gasped, her body tensing and her inner walls clenching as he began to move, coaxing her to relax with deliberate, slow strokes. "You are so tight, piccola," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He added another finger with a little more resistance, his thumb circling her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her. She moaned, her hips moving in sync with his touch, fingers digging into his shoulders in a desperate attempt to ground herself. "I am going to add another finger now," he warned. The stretch was intense and she winced, clamping down hard on his fingers, hard enough that he felt he would not be able to pull them out if he tried. "Please...," she begged, her voice barely a whisper. "More." He smiled, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing harder.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, capturing his mouth in another desperate kiss, biting at his lips when his fingers found her g-spot, stroking it gently. She gasped into his mouth, her body tensing as he pressed deeper, his fingers moving in a deliberate, slow rhythm. "I want to feel you come all over my fingers," he murmured against her lips, his voice thick with desire. "Come for me, Mira." She moaned, letting her head fall back, her body trembling as he continued to work within her.
He could feel her muscles start to shake from the strain of the overstimulation, her breath coming in short gasps as she neared the edge. "Let go. Let yourself feel it," he whispered as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Her body went rigid, her inner walls practically crushing his fingers as she came, her orgasm intense and powerful. He felt her release down his wrist, soaking his pants, her body shaking with the force. He held her close, his fingers still moving inside her, his thumb still circling her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she finally collapsed against his chest, her body spent and satiated.
"Brava," he whispered, his voice full of admiration. "You come so beautifully for me, mia bambina...So sensitive....So responsive."
She clung to him with trembling hands as he lowered her to the soft surface of the bed. Her body felt so heavy she thought she might sink right through it. He watched her struggle to regain control over her body as he stepped away to undress, sliding the soft silk shirt off his shoulders and stepping out of his soaked pants.
Terzo's eyes never left Mira as he slid onto the bed beside her, his body a lean, muscular expanse of pale skin. He reached out, gently stroking her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "I am going to make love to you now, Mira," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "The way you deserve." He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a soft, tender kiss, his tongue gently exploring her lips as he repositioned himself between her legs. She responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled him closer, her body pressing against his, feeling his cock pressing against her entrance, his muscles shaking with restraint.
He pushed in slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size, his eyes locked onto hers. Only once did she flinch, her eyes going wide and her nails digging into his arms. "Too deep?", he asked. She nodded, biting her lower lip. "Relax. Deep breaths," he urged, reaching down to circle her swollen clit to ease her discomfort. She sighed heavily, the tension releasing from her body and she shifted the angle of her hips just enough that he slid the rest of the way in with one smooth thrust. "Cazzo...You feel so good, bellisima," he groaned, his hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "So tight and hot." He began to move, his pace steady and controlled, his elbows on either side of her head propping up his weight, his hands tangled in her soft brown hair. She moaned, her fingers digging into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. He leaned down, kissing her ravenously, his tongue mimicking the thrusts of his hips. The room filled with the sound of their bodies coming together, the scent of their arousal filling the air.
As Terzo's hips moved in a steady rhythm, Mira was lost in the moment, her body responding to his every touch. She wanted more, needed more, and the sensation of taking him inside her like this made her feel somehow...powerful. With a sudden surge of confidence, she pushed against his chest, her eyes locked onto his. "I want to ride you," she whispered, her voice husky with desire, her deep brown eyes flashing with mischief. Terzo's eyes darkened, a smirk playing on his lips as he rolled onto his back, pulling her with him. She straddled his hips, her hands on his chest as she guided him into her, her breath catching at the sensation of him filling her again.
She began to move, alternating pressing up onto her knees and lowering herself down onto his cock, her hips slowly rising and falling. He could feel her thighs start to shake from the exertion, her body already pushed to its limit, her brow furrowed in frustration as she chased her pleasure. He stilled her with a firm grip on her hips, pulling her hips tight against his and rocking her forward and back. "Like this, piccola." A blissful expression washed over her face as she found her rhythm, grinding against him. "That is it, bellisima," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Merda, you are gripping me so hard. I cannot hold back much longer." She moaned, her body trembling as she felt the heat building between her legs, every roll of their hips making his cock hit her g-spot full-force. He sat up, pulling her in close and she clung to him, her hips starting to pump at a frantic speed, her body seeking release. "Scream for me, Mira," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "Scream my name, not my title. Scream my name when you come on my cock." She gasped, her body tensing as she felt the wave of pleasure building. She panted, her body shaking with the force of her impending orgasm, "I'm... I'm close... ah... ah... Terzo!" She cried out, a deep primal wail, her body convulsing as she came, shuddering with the intensity of her orgasm. Terzo's hips bucked, his body tensing as he found his own release, his cock pulsing and twitching inside her. They clung to each other, their bodies shaking and drenched in sweat.
As the last waves of their pleasure subsided and their combined fluids ran between their bodies, falling to the tangled sheets below, Terzo continued to hold Mira close, his aching arms wrapped around her, holding her tight against his chest. He could feel her heart pumping hard through her chest, her breath slowly returning to normal as her trembling hands still clutched at his neck. He stroked her hair, his fingers tangling in the silken brown strands, a tender smile playing on his lips. "How do you feel, piccola?" he asked softly, his voice relaxed and soothing. She looked up at him, her eyes still glazed with pleasure, squirming against him and enjoying the feeling of him still inside her, slowly softening. "Mmmmmm....satisfied," she moaned with a weak laugh. "I've never felt anything like that before." He chuckled, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. "I am glad to hear that, bellisima. The gift you have given me tonight...I only hope I can be worthy."
She looked at him seriously, her voice full of sincerity. "I don't regret a thing. Not one second, Terzo."
"And I will never give you a reason to, mia bambina."
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sorella = sister
piccola = little one
bellisima = most beautiful
mia bambina = my little girl
cazzo = fuck
merda = shit
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Lure me in with sweet praises and compliments until you got me completely at your mercy, then switch to the humiliating degradation that secretly makes my pussy even wetter
You asked for asks and I'm also hungry, so assuming you could wrangle the whole group into an ice cream or gelati parlor, what dish/flavor would each Papa order? What about the ghouls?
Love this question, especially because it says The Whole Group so it lets me poke characters I don't normally touch on. We're going with ice cream because I don't have as much experience with gelati/o flavors. This is an unhinged family bonding outing and it's gonna go so poorly. Somehow everyone is either alive or a ghost able to eat.
For one, Cardi is driving and Perpetua is sitting shotgun next to him giving him the HARDEST time - poking the seat, are we there yet, and it's a five minute drive to the ice cream parlor. They have taken a huge SUV so everyone can fit. The first three Papas are in the back seat with the old folks in the middle seats and Terzo is glaring daggers at the back of Sister Imperator's head. One Ghoul has come, Dewdrop, and he's hiding in the trunk like a trapdoor spider.
They all sit down at the bar (it's one of those old timey soda fountain ice cream parlors so that they can sit and eat there, with the 50s looking stools). Sister Imperator and Nihil, insufferably, get a huge frothy strawberry milkshake with two straws and split it. Marika and Mr. Psaltarian get the same thing but chocolate and are less insufferable about it - each couple occasionally lets the others sneak sips from their shake. The Papas all try to ignore this and pretend it's not indicative of some weird polyamory thing that happens between the four of them behind closed doors.
Primo gets a classic banana split sundae with cherries on top, with nuts and hot fudge, and if the fudge is not hot he complains, and if the fudge is hot but melts the ice cream too fast he complains. He eats it while making eye contact with the terrified employee the whole time. Secondo and Terzo are lightheartedly bickering over flavors while Primo puts in his orders, both wishing they were at a fancier place, before Secondo settles on coffee flavored ice cream with fudge and Terzo on mint chocolate chip. The two of them have stolen extra napkins and have challenged each other to an increasingly obscene origami contest between bites. Secondo is grudgingly impressed that Terzo could make a vulva that realistic by folding a napkin.
Cardi, Dew, and Perpetua are sharing a corner of the bar. Perpetua has a triple scoop - each one a different flavor, all flavors that do NOT go together for any sane person - something like peanut butter, lemon sorbet, and matcha. He thinks the combination is delicious. He obtains little packets of pepper from somewhere and sprinkles it on the ice cream first. Neither of his tablemates notice. Dewdrop orders a single scoop of one flavor on a cone - and swallows it whole, unhinging his jaw. Then orders another, in a different flavor. And another. And another. For the entire time they're there. The poor employee is, between this and Primo's staring, about to have a meltdown - but the others know that Dew is...somehow...using this method to transport the different ice cream cones back to the other Ghouls at the ministry who couldn't all fit in the car. At the end of this sequence he orders himself a black coffee.
Cardi has a triple scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough and is waiting for the sweet embrace of death, and keeps making obscene little happy noises every time he chows down on a hunk of cookie dough. Cardi has gone completely into a "don't talk to me, I'm eating" zone and comments are bouncing harmlessly off of him like rain drops. He has his ice cream. He has a good 20 minutes at least before he has to drive this crew back to the Ministry. Thus, he has everything.
Frater V knelt under his desk, dutifully sucking Callie's strap. Groans rumble in his chest as his neglected cock aches between his legs, precum soaking into his work pants.
Nuzzling into damp copper curls with his nose, inhaling deeply where their scent is richest. Callie's hand, grounding and gentle in his curls, guides his strokes as they praise him softly.
Because even the head of the Clergy deserves to have their mouth full, and his brain empty at the end of each day. And if he fulfils these duties well, perhaps another hole will be filled before the night is through. 🤭
