aka believable and unbelievable reasons for fake dating
my family is bugging me to finally present them with a suitable partner
I told people that I'd date someone and now I need someone to lie for me
fake dating is the best way to make someone jealous
I need this promotion, but the boss is looking for the perfect family person, so I need to acquire a stable relationship - right now
my ex is always putting their new partner in my face and to show everyone how absolutely unbothered I am by that, I get someone I can show of myself
I need a visa and I'm desperate enough to fool some immigration officer
all of my friends have partners and I'm feeling left out, so I need someone to be my date for group date night
you're sick and I'm scared I won't be able to help you, because I'm not family, so we marry so I can legally take care of you
my ex doesn't understand it's over, so I tell them I've already got someone new
we're celebrities and our managements fake our relationship to sell to newspapers
I'm getting harrassed by someone, please play my partner!
we hooked up once, but people saw us and we don't want our conservative parents to think badly of us
my grandma is in love with you and she lives far away, so why not pretend to be a couple for the few days we see her, it would make her so happy
it's like a running joke for us and both our followers that we're getting married, without knowing each other irl, but after some time we both think it would be fun to shock everyone by actually doing it
both of our exes are dating now and while discussing the situation and being a bit too drunk, we decide to show them how that feels
I had a very public break-up and I need the paparazzis to stop selling sad pictures of me to every newspaper in the world
we're pretty broke and we know it's wrong, but you get an awful lot of gifts for your wedding...
our friends set us up together, because they think it will never happen and it's hilarious, so we'll show them how hilarious a relationship between us is
I want to foster/adopt kids and they want to see a stable family life first
the best couple on a reality show wins a lot of money, so we need to form an alliance
your management wants you to "date" a fan to make everyone feel like they have a chance and I'm supposed to be that fan
marriage is a contract and we want to sign it for the tax breaks
I told people at college that we're in a long distance relationship, but then you transfer to us and I need to keep up the lie
my parents want me to marry someone they chose, if I can't present them with someone they see as worthy and they would probably accept you
your job gives you benefits I need, please let's get married!
people look away when they see someone kissing, so it's a good cover for a surveillance mission
we're training together for a dance competition, but don't want anyone to know, so when our friends get suspicious that we're always together, we just say we're dating
I don't want to show up to this wedding without a date, so I get you to come with me
people seem to really ship us and we want to give our fans what they want
while babysitting my niece, she thinks that you should be my partner and you think it's funny to grant her that wish
I want to annoy my parents, so I hire you to play my awful new partner
you want to get your ex back and I want my crush to finally notice me, so we act like we're really into each other to make them both jealous
I hire you for your services, but then we actually meet someone I know and I'm so embarrassed, but then you tell them we just started dating
we want to see the world and in some places and situations it's just easier to pretend we're married
my reputation is not the best and you're the country's sweetheart that can help me and my brand
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warnings: nsfw, mentions of death, mention of murder, & insecurity of changed appearance
a/n: basically, what if babygirl came back angry & scary & a little evil
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“Did you really think that you had seen the last of me? Gotten rid of me?” A painfully familiar voice called in a haughty tone.
Everyone in the church turned around at the interruption. Copia had stopped reciting from the unholy texts as he stared in shock at the intruder, the black around his eyes only making him appear more hauntingly frightened. As I slowly turned my head and saw who was walking up the center aisle, I joined in the chorus of gasps amidst the church. It wasn’t possible. We had all known for years what happened to the last Papa and yet we could see him clear as day, alive as can be, marching up to where his successor stood. If anyone had thought of him as intimidating before, he was now utterly terrifying. The whole room stilled to see what he would do without provoking him further as his anger rolled off of him in heated waves.
He was still in his robes from when he had been placed in his glass coffin but something had certainly changed. The paint on his face was faded and slightly smudged. Vertical cracks along his lips like the lines of skeleton teeth scratched into his skin. Strands of his hair were falling into his face, some patches of grey or white amidst the black. Gold ichor and stitches around the line of his neck where his head had been… disconnected. Fury in his eyes, a cold, spooky green glow to the white one.
“I will be taking my position once more now that I am back amongst the living. Clear out my chambers for my return.” He declared as he stood up at the altar in front of everyone, then took a look at his successor with betrayal. “I cannot believe you, however, traitor. After I selected you, my childhood friend, my trusted compagno, and you do this to me! It took death for me to see who you really are.”
He waved a gloved hand at himself and his changed appearance, the former cardinal standing silently and nearly flinching at the volume of Terzo’s voice.
He continued as the room stayed silent, “You participated in this betrayal! This farce! Not just to replace me, but to humiliate me and have my head cut off just so you could take my place. I see how you have changed, Cardinale, and I will do what I must to retake my position if you dare put up a fight against me.”
He stepped down from the altar and walked down the center aisle, pausing before me. His fearsome gaze made me want to sink into the ground and hide away from it. I had never wronged him, as far as I could remember, yet I was afraid of facing this undead version of him. He had come back to life and he was out for blood – there was a chance that he could’ve found a reason to aim his fury at me. I flinched when his gloved hand reached out, black leather gripping onto my jaw. As I tried to calm my heaving breaths, I noticed that the gold claws were missing from his gloves.
“You, Sister, are coming with me.” He directed quietly, then looked out at the rest of the congregation. “You all are excused. Have the ghouls rearrange our quarters, I’m returning to mine and you can take the Cardinale back to his old ones. Don’t leave any rats in the room or he will never see them again.”
I stood up with the light tug of his hand at my jaw, watching as everyone cleared out the church. His hold dropped and he placed his hand over my shoulder instead, turning me to face him instead. The only time his expression even slightly softened was when the whole church was vacant aside from the two of us and I was still scared witless of his temper changing if I even made the slightest mistake with him.
“It has been a long time, Sister.” He began, his bent fingers lightly touching down the side of my face.
“Yes, Terzo. I… am glad you’re alive again.” I answered, trying to tip-toe through my replies.
“I am not angry at you, Sister, I can feel your nerves.” He chuckled. “I asked you to stay because I know I can trust you. I can see through all now, and I know you have never betrayed me, never gave up my memory. So, I ask you to tell me what everything has been like, to see how you are now that I have returned and whether you are… comfortable with me in my second life.”
I nodded in understanding and tried to keep myself calm at really seeing him, feeling him back here in front of my eyes.
“Well, Sister, what do you think? Do I frighten you?” He prompted, waving his free hand in a gesture towards himself.
I looked at him from the gold-embroidered hem of his robes to the top of his salt-and-peppered hair. Honestly, even though he could strike genuine fear into me now and his appearance had changed, I was just glad to see Terzo alive and somewhat well. He didn’t actually scare me now that he stood before me and me alone.
I shook my head, “You scared everyone in this room, but I’m not scared of you now.”
He let a slight smile show and his brows arched upward, “Always so pious to your Papa, yes? I have missed you terribly, bella.”
I smiled, seeing that he was mostly the same as before – only far less tolerant of everyone else – and couldn’t help returning his sentiment: “I missed you too, Terzo.”
He thumbed at my cheek fondly then turned his expression, “Now, bella, tell me, who am I to trust now that I am back? I can see people as they are, but I cannot see how they acted when I was… indisposed.”
“Everyone was shocked at first, Terzo – you just disappeared. A lot of Siblings and ghouls were really upset, many doubted that the Cardinal could take your place with how quiet he always was before. Sister Imperator backed him up entirely, I don’t know how the rest of the clergy felt… they all seemed to hide their feelings about it.” I answered honestly, thinking back on that chaotic and dark time when things were in limbo.
He smiled as his gloved hand smoothed under my chin in praise, “Well, then we shall see how they act towards me now that I’ve returned. Grazie mille per l’informazione, bella. Let us go now, I am sure the ghouls have managed to clear out my chambers for me in the time that has passed.”
His hand reached for mine and he led the way, walking through the halls without faltering at the aghast looks on everyone’s faces. He stood with his chin tilted high and his nose stuck up in the air, walking the familiar way back to his old chambers with my arm tucked through his. I tried to act as though I had the same confidence that he had. When we made it into the room, everything had been cleared out and only some of his more grandiose pieces of furniture had been brought back in. But all the ghouls that had done the work seemed to be missing from the rooms. Terzo shut the door behind me and turned to face me, gloved hands on my shoulders.
“I have missed this part of my first life the most.” He confessed, a shine in his weary eyes.
“Taking me into your chambers?” I offered.
“Well, si, of course I enjoyed that part, but I meant having you to myself. No one else around, no one to interrupt, just you and me.” He elaborated, a kindness coming to him now as his gloved fingers rested at the side of my face. “To be without you, only that was unbearable torture. The humiliation, the betrayal, the strange half-consciousness… all of that I could make up for now, but I cannot make up for the time that was lost with you and the pain I must have brought you.”
It would have been cheesy or insincere coming out of anyone else’s mouth, but I could just get a single glimpse at Terzo and know that he meant every word he said. They might have been stolen from this old movie or that old book, but he never used his words lightly or in a blatant lie. I admired the way the silvery streaks in his dark hair shone somewhat golden in the sunlight streaming in through the windows and took a tentative step forward, trusting entirely that nothing significant had changed about the Terzo that I knew.
His gaze was remaining on me as he stood in place, a light smile over his painted face as he waited for me to finish doing whatever I had clearly set myself on doing. My hand raised gently to clear a strand of greyed hair from his face as I lined in closer, my eyes nearly closing to avoid the intensity of his gaze even though he hadn’t looked at me with fury the way he had with all the others. I felt our noses brush as I leaned in, knowing I’d have some of his paints smeared on my skin after, and let my lips gently press against his cracked ones. Once I had made contact, he let himself reach out to me – his gloved hands holding my face in place gingerly and his smile growing against my lips.
He pulled back too quickly, his brows arched up sentimentally as he looked at me with fond eyes, “Oh, cara, how much I have missed about you.”
“I missed you all the time, Terzo, I couldn’t sleep right for such a long time because I would just cry thinking about what they did to you.” I confessed, bowing my head as the memories came flooding back and so did the ache in my chest.
He slipped a soft leathery thumb under my eyes, “No tears now, Sister, I have returned. I will try my best making it up to you every day and making those responsible suffer.”
I nodded quietly and collected myself with a deep breath, facing him again while yet another feeling of relief to see him really there washed over me.
“Shall we start now? The former part. The torment can wait until the news has spread and enough gossip has been heard around the ministry.” He suggested, a hint of that familiar mischievous grin on his lips.
The smile was contagious and I started to return it, feeling the blood thrum in my veins the way it hadn’t for nearly two years, for all the time that he had been taken from me. I couldn’t care less for an explanation of what had happened to bring him to me, I was just glad that he was there and he could give me an answer later. My hands reached to tug off his golden-embroidered black and purple robe, seeing the slight surprise in his eyes at my eagerness.
He was quick to turn things back onto me, slipping the loose fabric of my habit off, his haunting mismatched eyes taking me in as if for the first time again. Terzo wasn’t shy to touch either, low hums sounding in the base of his throat as he felt the warmth of my bare skin against the soft leather of his gloves. Yet, when I reached for him again, he took an apprehensive step away from my reach. There was an insecurity lurking behind all his bravado and fury at being resurrected, yet it wasn’t the same one that he had shared with me before in his first life, as he called it. Something else was amiss here.
“What’s the matter, Terzo?” I asked, my hands slowly retracting away from him.
“It is not you, bella, I swear to you. It is just… my face and neck are not all that have changed. I… think it would be best if you… did not see it. I can just pull aside what needs to be pulled aside, but I do not think I could… that I could face your reaction if you did see.”
My brow knit, “What do you mean? I won’t mind, I promise. They’re just scars.”
“Not scars, cara, these are worse than that. I know how you remember me and I would prefer to keep things as they are, keep me… the way that I was, in your memory.”
“As you were? Without the grey parts in your hair, without the gold around your neck keeping your head in place, without the cracked skin across your lips, is that what you mean? Because none of those things have changed the way I think of you negatively. In fact, I admire you more for conquering death and being able to be back here no matter how you look. I like every little thing about you, why would something like that change my mind?”
He took in a deep breath and wrapped his arms around me, keeping the chill of the room from my bare skin, “You are too gracious, bella, you have not even mentioned the other changes you have noticed. But the worst is not my changed voice, the one that cannot even sing anymore, or the wrinkles creased into my skin… the worst is what has happened to my skin from the process of, well, death and un-death.”
I circled my arms around him, “I won’t push you, but I don’t want you to think that I would be afraid of you or unhappy with you because of whatever happened to your skin. I swear on my life and my love for you.”
He hesitated as he drew away, trying to detect any falsity in my words as he looked into my face with scrutiny. With a slow breath, he made his decision: “Fine, I cannot refuse you anything. I shall face this fear of mine, but I have warned you about the state of my appearance and please… if you do feel disgust or fear, try to mask it as you leave the room. I couldn’t bear seeing you look at me that way.”
His words tugged at my heart and they made me wonder what the hell could have happened to him for his self-confidence to be so broken down. My lips pressed a kiss to his forehead as I stepped back and gave him a reply: “I will not leave you, Terzo. I haven’t yet and I never will, please just trust me.”
He started by tugging the finger of a glove and loosening the leather off of one hand, easing me into it apparently since he held out his scarred-over hand for me to see. It was almost like black or grey lines spider webbing over his skin. The same pattern was over his other hand. He reached for his clothes and started to unfasten the buttons of his suit jacket, then his vest and dress shirt underneath. Slowly, the skin of his chest became visible little by little with each button. Angry bruises of various sickly colors were splotched across his pale skin and the same spider webbing was visible in certain places along his torso.
“It is bad, no?” Terzo started, frowning as he avoided my gaze.
All of his dread about me being afraid or disgusted by him proved fruitless as I looked at the worst of it, only feeling tears of pity well up in the corners of my eyes. I took his scarred-over hands and kissed both in turn, thinking that I would just have to prove to him how I still adored him entirely without my words, since he wouldn’t believe them. My lips pressed to a spider webbed patch of skin at the base of his neck next and I accidentally let a tear slip from my eye, landing in the well of his collarbone.
“Why do you cry, bella?” He asked, his voice rasping out of the smoothness I could now understand he was forcing through his mangled throat for my sake.
“I can only try to imagine the pain you went through with all of these marks and it hurts to think about. It also hurts that you think I wouldn’t look at you the way I had before just because of these marks, that you don’t feel like someone could love you with all of these marks.” I mumbled tearfully into his shoulder, clinging to him.
“They are bad and they will not heal.”
“Show me the rest.” I pleaded, sniffling to gather myself as I stepped back. “Let me prove to you that I’m not scared or disgusted by it. I will put myself to that endeavor until you really do believe me.”
He let out a shaky sigh with tear-stricken eyes of his own, reaching for the belt of his trousers. Underneath, his skin was just the same – scarred, discolored, and marked up by the process of decay then new life. His hands trembled as he had done it and his whole frame seemed to tremble as he looked to me cautiously, as if he were a wounded animal afraid that I might lash out at him in his fragile state. I could see the fear flashing in his eyes as my arms reached for him, only I just held him to me and rested my head on his shoulder as my fingers delicately traced lines of scarring across his back. A wounded noise softly sounded from his stitched-together throat.
I pressed my lips to the column of his neck before I spoke with my lips brushing against his skin, “Did you feel any pain when all of these marks were inflicted upon you?”
He sighed, a gentle hand resting at the width of my hip as though I were made of glass, “No, I had already been dead. I felt it all when I was given new life.”
My lower lip dragged across the top of his shoulder as I made a path to kiss the rounded edge of it, “What made you think that I would change my mind about loving you?”
His eyes were lowered to meet mine but there was a pained look in them and I could practically feel the way his heart was aching as he answered: “I know you are far different from the others, but when one such as myself is reduced to appearance and being a figurehead for something – a mere pawn with a face, really – it is difficult to imagine that anyone would care for you if that image was disfigured. And I am, well, very much disfigured.”
I moved to kiss the hollow at the base of his neck between his collarbones, “You are far more than that even if that’s how they used to see you. Now is your chance to prove to them how much more than that you are. But I’m more than happy to remind you how much you mean to me and that you have nothing to be ashamed of. They should be afraid of crossing you again and you should lord that over them.”
As he took in a breath, he seemed to steady himself as my lips brushed across the scar on his chest. He shuddered and I knew it wasn’t just because he had been forcibly put out of practice. My lips continued their path, pressing kisses anywhere he had a prominent mark on his skin and letting my hands glide along his form. He watched with attentive interest, one of his hands reaching to cradle the back of my head in support of my downward path along his torso. Admiration might have been shining in his eyes but something else was starting to kick in, distracting him from the insecurity that had been bothering him before. His head started to tip back as his lungs heaved and his fingers gripped tighter along the back of my head.
When I started to kneel and try a testing lick over his navel after pressing a kiss there, Terzo started to look like his old self. There was something more assured about his expression, something slightly cocky in his face and savoring every touch and grateful for the attention. I loved seeing it and it spurred me to keep pulling that expression from him. My lips were pressed to one side of his hip, a purple-grey cloud of a bruise under his skin and I created a smaller, new one over it. His mind was completely off his pain and trepidation after that.
I left a light kiss over his leaking tip then he started to smile as his head tipped back and his eyes just barely opened, “Oh, bella, this brings back very good memories.”
I reached up to hold onto his hand that wasn’t in my hair, “Do you believe me yet?”
He chuckled and tipped his head to the side, “I might need more convincing, bella, if this is your method.”
“Oh, if it convinces you then I don’t mind continuing.” I teased back, bringing my free hand around his length.
Even the efforts of my mouth and letting him fuck my face until he was right on the precipice apparently weren’t enough convincing for him – not that I was surprised that he’d say so. He might have been somewhat apprehensive compared to his usual self, as I remembered him, but the excuse was giving him back a little bit of confidence in asking for more and more. Terzo lied back and kept his eyes on me, his brows arched in reaction to my touches across his skin. But he was no longer shy or hesitant about putting his hands into a place where he could control my movements more, both of them resting on either side of my hips as I lightly sat myself right over his saliva-slicked cock.
“You need me to keep going?” I asked, a hand gently brushing a strand of hair from his face while the other pressed flat over his torso.
“I need you, bella, more than air in my lungs.”
“Do you even need to breathe anymore with the whole undead situation?” I questioned.
“Eh… no, but pretend I do.” He bashfully admitted. “I need you now more than I need this second life. I would take just this one day with you over the rest of this second life.”
I leaned down to kiss him, feeling a pleased hum from him against my lips and the bare skin of our chests resting against one another. His arms slipped further around me, pinning me into this position of close proximity to him and he held around my back as though he was afraid of letting me go.
“Stay like this with me, bella, I want to feel as much of you as I can.” He pleaded.
I smiled and rewarded him with a kiss to the hinge of his jawline, not giving him a response before I reached a hand down to guide him into me. His faltered groan had me torn between crooning at him and feeling a rush of heat pulse through my navel. The hands pressed to my back clung to me harder, only gradually letting go when he realized he was holding onto me too tightly. He seemed to tremble as his eyes shut tightly, the feeling almost too much for him. I waited for him to ask me to move while leaving kisses and gentle nips along the gold ichor and stitches on his neck.
“Oh Satanas, you are fucking divine.” He breathed out.
“Still getting accommodated?” I asked, licking a stripe up the side of his neck.
He hissed through gritted teeth, taking immense control of himself not to let go yet, “No, please fucking move.”
“You asked for it.” I warned, starting to rock slowly and feel his hips try to follow along between hisses of breath between his teeth.
“You are a sin, cara, there is no other,” his breath hitched, “explanation for how this feels. Too fucking good to be true.”
I arched my back just enough to look him in the face properly and saw an exerted pink form over his skin underneath the smudged paints. His black eye almost looked demonic from how dark it had turned while the other had a blown-out pupil but glowed with a haunting opalescent white. They were both, however, pleading – for what, I wasn’t sure. He wanted more but he could hardly handle this slow, relatively gentle pace. His head fell flat back over the pillow and his eyes shut tightly when I tried to give him more, harder, faster. I felt his fingers dig into the skin of my back and I slowed back down.
So, instead, I gave him more verbally: “In all the time I had to wait for you, I could never even look at anyone else. Nobody before you could make me feel the way you do, and I couldn’t stand the thought of - fuck! - anyone else. I am never letting you leave me again.”
His eyes started to turn glassy as he looked up at me and I knew he was listening.
“The way you look at me makes me feel like every word you use to describe me, even though I think you exaggerate all the time. You,,, You are the only person I could ever believe in.” I breathed out. “And if it takes me reminding you every day how much you mean to me, I’ll do it.”
He hummed and let out a faltered “bella…”
“I love all the little things I know about you that no one else knows about. All of the things no one appreciates you for. All of your own power that exists with or without a title.” I continued, my breaths starting to heave enough that my voice went higher and weaker. “I love feeling you – your skin against mine, your mouth on me, feeling you push into my mouth, your hands on me, you inside me… and when you cum in me so I can feel you for the rest of the day or night.”
He let out a faltered whimper, his eyes weakly looking up at me while his lips parted, “Such a silver tongue you have, Sister. I-If it is my cum you want… you are about to f-fucking get it.”
He reached a hand between us, brushing his thumb just right over my clit to bring me up closer to the edge he was dangerously lingering over. His whole frame froze when it hit him, his face contorting so beautifully as he let out whimpers and groaned curses in his native tongue. Hearing his speak like that with his strained voice was enough to bring me over the edge along with him, feeling his warmth fill me as my own burst through my abdomen. I could feel the sweat cooling my skin on both of our bodies, beading at my temples and formed over both of our torsos. Terzo lied still with his eyes shut as he panted for breath through his agape mouth. I admired the way he looked through the hazy feeling gradually starting to melt away from me.
As his eyes opened just enough to peer down at me, he spoke through an exerted voice: “Grazie, bella, for the enthusiastic, warm welcome. With you beside me, I feel as though I can do anything.”
“And what did you come back here to do?” I asked, tracing my fingertips across the faded lines of paint on his face.
“To take over, of course. We never got to make you into an official Prime Mover either and I plan to change that immediately.” He smiled, his brows raised upward with the familiar air of loftiness that I recognized as a very familiar expression on him. My heart swelled just at the reminder that he was truly back with me, the rest of his plans were too overwhelming for me to wrap my head around as I smiled giddily at him and pressed a rushed kiss to his lips.
Hi, lovely! Can I request Mountain loving on his insecure girlfriend and reassuring her that she’s beautiful? Thank you so much! ❤️
Mountain x AFAB!reader
Summary: When Mountain catches you staring into the mirror again for a little longer than normal, he take matters into his own hands and shows you exactly how beautiful you are.
This was an extremely fun one to write! I got the approval from the one who requested in our discord making this request officially NSFW!! So please be mindful of that before you read! Also any feedback will be appreciated!
Amica Mea - My Love
Looking into the mirror, the only thing that seemed to reflect back at you were all of what you deemed your imperfections. Something did not look right one way or a part of you stood out more than anything else. It had taken you a while for your confidence to build up, and being with your ghoul had helped boost it tremendously, but there were still days where you caught yourself looking a little longer in the mirror. The cause of this particular break in confidence happened at breakfast this morning - another sibling of sin had made one small comment that most would have brushed off as a joke. But for some reason, the comment had gotten under your skin.
“Mountain definitely has a new type it seems like,” the sister had said. And it had stuck with you throughout the day.
You thought back to all of the partners Mountain had before you. They were all the complete opposite of you, save for a few. While he was a lot more monogamous than the rest of the ghouls, he did have a small number of siblings he interacted with. Mainly because not a lot of people could handle his size. It even took a lot of coaxing and several build up sessions over the course of days for you to be able to take him. And yet he had chosen you to give himself to completely. Once the two of you became official, he dropped every other sibling and remained completely focused on you. But the more you thought back, the more you looked at yourself in disdain. Why had he chosen you out of all the other siblings? You weren’t like the rest, all of them contrasting you in every way.
You turned from side to side in the mirror, your eyes fleeting over every single flaw you thought you had. From one thing to the other, it brought upon a wave of hesitant unconfidence over you that almost brought tears to your eyes. Why couldn’t you look or act like the rest of his previous lovers?
As you pinched and pulled at the areas you called ugly, you caught sight of movement in the background of the mirror causing you to jump slightly. You whipped your body around, placing a hand over your heart as you caught sight of your ghoul. You were quick to bring your hand to your face as you wiped away the tears that had formed with your head to the side. “Mountain! What the hell! You nearly scared me to death,” you laughed uncertainly. Instead of his normally witty reply, your exclamation was met with silence. The tall ghoul stood before you, mask adorned, tilting his head to the side, tail swishing back and forth behind him. You could tell he was thinking and you were sure that if you listened close enough, you could probably hear the gears turning in his mind. Your emotions grew uneasy the longer the silence continued. As you dropped your hand back to your side, you decided to call out to him again. “Mountain? Baby?”
“You were doing it again,” came his only reply, his voice deep and full of an emotion you could not quite place a finger on. Your heart rate skyrocketed in a single second as you cautiously took a step towards him. “What? What do you mean, baby?” He, in turn, took a few steps towards you, his bare feet hitting the wooden floor echoing intimidatingly throughout the room. “I saw you, in the mirror. You were doing it again.” Your steps faltered as you realized you had been caught. Shoulders slumping slightly, you turned to look away from him, listening to the loud sounds of his steps as he still approached you.
“I was just looking this time, nothing else,” your tone had an edge to it, Mountain caught. That along with the erratic beating of your heart had given it away plain as day that you were trying to deceive him. “You’re lying. I can hear the way your heart flutters. It only does that pattern when you’re lying.” You jumped slightly when you felt his hands wrap around the tops of your shoulders, quickly turning to look at him. He stood before you and you could finally see the emotion behind his eyes. It was a saddened look, one of raw disappointment. He had spent so many nights trying to get you to see yourself in a light like he does but seemingly to not avail. “Why,” he asked, pulling you into his arms.
You began to shake, tears returning to your eyes almost as quickly as they had left. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as he bent at an angle slightly to pull your face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. He knew his scent brought you peace, smelling like the warm grass on a spring day with a hint of eucalyptus. You smothered your face into the warmth of his neck, working on keeping your breathing calm.
You felt his hands run down your spine, over your backside and behind your knees as he lifted you into the air, his grip on you tightening. You wrapped your arms around his neck firmly as he moved the two of you across the room. He chose the earthy green hammock that lay draped in the corner of your room, knowing the swaying sensation would also work to calm you down. As he lowered himself into the hammock, he maneuvered your body to lay across his lap, your legs dangling off of his right side. Once he settled enough, you could feel him press you into him, his fingers undoing your headpiece and tossing it to the side out of the way.
You heard the snaps of him unbuckling his mask, pulling it off and running his fingers through his hair as he tossed the heavy object to the side to join your headpiece. You could hear it land with a heavy ‘thunk’ against the wooden floor.
His fingers returned to now work themselves into your hair, the long appendages working through your the strands deftly as he shushed your borderline sobs. His tail came to wrap around your lower right leg, the sensation comforting. “You can tell me anything you know. I’m not going to fault you for whatever is going on inside your head.” He pulled your face out of his neck as his soft, warm lips kissed every inch of your reddened face softly. He took his time with each kiss, slowly drawing out each one before he moved on to the next spot. You noticed he had begun to push his heels into the floor to get the hammock to start moving, the motion relaxing you more.
“A sister made a dumb comment today that made me realize i’m not at all what you normally went for.” He hummed lowly in the back of his throat in acknowledgement at what you had said. He realized that might have been an issue for your struggling self confidence at the beginning, but when you showed no signs of caring, he tossed the implication to the side. Now he realized that maybe he should have had the conversation with you if only to ease your mind. “What exactly did she say, Amica Mea?”
“She said,'' you began, your hands falling to your lap as you lay sideways against him, “that you must have a new type now meaning i’m not like your normal conquests.” He nodded in understanding, pushing the hair out of your face as he looked down at you. Deep green eyes roamed over your face, taking in everything he loved about you as he listened to you explain yourself. When you finished, he did not immediately answer, the statement making him think.
“I never had a type,” he finally spoke after a few moments of silence. “The siblings I lay with in the past were ones that approached me. They wanted one thing from me and I wanted one thing in return from them. That was it.” He pressed the side of his face against yours as he breathed in your natural scent, the subtle scent of your shampoo easing him into a confession. “You were the first sibling I chose to approach. You were so magnetic that I found myself drawn to you much like a moth is drawn to an open flame. You were like a bright light I could not tear my eyes from.”
He continued to rock the two of you in his arms as you realized that not only you but the whole congregation had the wrong idea of Mountain. You laughed softly at yourself, realizing you had worried over nothing at all. “When you asked me if I saw a future with you, it took everything in me to not tell you about how many nights I lay awake picturing that very thing. You’ve been the only one all along. And you never even saw it.”
Tears welled in your eyes again as you turned your head upwards to look at your ghoul. You placed your left hand on his cheek as you leaned up to kiss him gently. “Thank you,” you murmured against his lips. You kissed him again and he wrapped his arms around your lower back and pressed you against him as he kissed you back softly. You were everything to him and he vowed to make you see exactly what he saw in you. He pulled back from the kiss, bumping his forehead against yours lovingly. “Now do you see what I see in you?”
You pondered for a moment, glancing over at the mirror across the room, the light from the window casting a gleam across the reflective surface. “I know how you see me. I try to see myself in the same light as you but even now, I have to admit that I do not. You are a strong, handsome ghoul and I’m just a small stupid human,” you said softly, not looking to see his face.
He was silent for a few moments, and you began to notice the air around you heating up slightly. His hand that rested on your lower back twitched lightly, and you casted your eyes to look up at him once more. You felt his tail unfurl from around your leg as he sat up straighter. The air in the room had changed, almost having an electric feel to it now.
“Stand up. Now.”
Your eyebrows knit together in confusion at his demand, the deep bass of his voice now having an authoritative undertone. “H-huh?” He decided not to wait a moment longer, his arm tightening around your waist as he planted his feet firmly against the ground and stood, taking you with him. You let out a small sound of surprise when Mountain dropped your feet to the ground and released you.
He circled around you, walking towards the bed to have a seat at the end, the mattress dipping significantly at the weight of the massive ghoul. He rested his arms on his legs as he ran his hands together in thought. His eyes casted over you where you stood, his piercing gaze rooting you to the floor. “How long,” he spoke, his voice leaving no room for foolishness. You tilted your head in confusion at the way his personality had quickly shifted into something more dominant. “I’m sorry?” you asked.
“How long did you stare into that mirror today before I came in?” You balled your hands nervously together at the question, hurriedly shooting out an answer. “I don’t know. About ten minutes?” He nodded his head, looking straight forward again. “Come here, Love.” He held out a hand, still not glancing towards you. At first you were slightly scared to approach him but you knew at the bottom of your heart that your ghoul would never hurt you under any circumstance. Unsuredly, you took small steps across the room, reaching your hand out to softly place it into his much larger one. With only a small amount of his pure unbridled strength, he pulled on your hand, guiding you as you fell. You realized once your lower chest and stomach connected with his legs exactly where this situation was going.
You wiggled slightly and Mountain’s hand came down gently on your back to steady you. “Ten minutes, right? I think that’s worth ten hits, yes?” You nodded shyly, not trusting your voice in the slightest. But unfortunately for you, your ghoul did not buy it. “Use your words, Love. If you wish to not continue, I will respect it.”
Contemplating for a few seconds, you found that the idea of him being a dominant figure sent small waves of arousal through your body. He had shown signs of being more dominant but tonight was the first night he followed through with his impulsive thoughts, always scared about hurting you. “Punish me,” you whispered, turning your head to hide your flaming red face. “That’s my girl. Ten hits. And you will count each one. You will also repeat for me ‘I am perfect the way I am’. Understood?” You nodded your head slightly. “Understood, Sir.”
You heard him exhale, his hands making quick work of pulling your habit up and over the swell of your ass. Feeling his warm and rough hands pulling your underwear down just below your cheeks caused you to shift in excitement. His left hand returned to your lower back, giving an unspoken warning. When you stopped moving, the hand moved back to your ass, smoothing over the soft skin gently. “Remember, use your words and count.”
Before you could even get a sound out of acknowledgment, you felt the harsh crack of his calloused palms against your left ass cheek. The impact jolted you forward slightly, a loud gasp escaping your lips. You knew that was not his full power, having previously watched him in a few play brawls with other ghouls. After a few gasping breaths, you remembered the task at hand, causing you to quickly blurt out, “One! I am perfect t-the way I am.”
Mountain hummed in approval, his hand soothing over the reddened and raised skin. “Good girl.” And shortly after he spoke, another jarring hit came across your right cheek, jolting you forward yet again. This one had been a little harder and you knew he was testing to see if you were able to handle certain degrees of his strength.. “Two. I am perfect the way I am!”
Several more hits came back to back, and after the seventh one, he paused, his hand running over each globe of your ass. The sensation caused you to let out a soft moan, your skin incredibly sensitive to the touch. At the sound of your moan, the hand stopped its movement. “Do you - do you like it when I'm rough with you?” His voice sounded small - unsure. Before you, he had to channel all of his self control with his partners so as to not hurt them. Because of his size, both height and below the belt wise, he always had to hold back. Hearing the way you keened at his rough hand, the sound had thrown him in for a loop. You nodded your head from where you had it hanging against the side of his right leg. “Yes, Sir.”
The answer to your statement was another rough hit to your right cheek, causing you to cry out and dig your hands into the blanket covering your bed. His hand made an adventurous turn and maneuvered down to the slit in between your legs, feeling the collection of moisture that had pooled there. “Fuck…you really do enjoy this - you naughty Sister of Sin.” His latin accent curled around each syllable, a shiver running down your spine.
“Please Sir, please touch me,” you whispered, your hips shifting up to his touch. “Fucking hell, if you can complete the last two hit perfectly, I’ll spend eternity between your thighs.” The promise made you steel yourself, wanting it more than anything in the world. The last two hits came quickly, you sounding off just the way he wanted.
After the last hit, you placed both hands on his right thigh and shoved yourself up. You stood up and shoved the rest of your habit off as well as your underwear, preferring to be nude as your body had grown hot under his touch. Climbing back into his lap, your legs quickly maneuvered to place themselves on each side of his hips. As you slotted your way into his lap, your hands were quick to take hold of his maskless face, pressing your lips to his with a needy whimper. He moaned against your lips, his hands coming to your bare hips as he groped every inch of revealed skin. He kissed you back with vigor, his teeth knocking against yours as if he was desperately trying to consume you. You could feel the sharp points of his teeth as you equally invaded each others mouths.
Growling softly, he began rolling your hips against his, the material of his uniform rough against your lower regions. You released a choked moan at the feeling, your body beginning to move on its own against him, the two of you finding a rhythm.
After a few moments, Mountain grew antsy, needing to feel you all around him. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he hoisted you up, turning to shove you on your back, further up the bed. He dropped his massive body over yours, hands roaming all over your skin. He reconnected your lips to his, his clawed left hand coming up to take your right breast into his palm. Your back arched slightly off of the bed, his body prohibiting yours from moving much at all. His lips left yours as he left shakey kisses down the side of your cheek, his lips eventually making contact with your neck. Using his sharp canines, he worked several of his marks into the left side of your neck. The bruises blossomed before his eyes, the red angry marks driving his need for you.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his tongue and teeth now working blooming marks onto your shoulder and collarbones. “I am yours,” you moaned breathily, your hands coming up to slot themselves in his hair. His hand now plucked and rolled your hardened nipple between his thumb and middle finger as he sucked away at the flesh of your shoulder. The sensation almost had your brain in overdrive.
He kissed down even lower as his lips now circled around your other breast, working the purple marks into the soft flesh there as well. “Fuck, please, Mountain.” He hummed against your skin, loving the way your flesh tasted in his mouth. He had always been addicted to your scent and taste, the other ghouls joking with him that you had been born to be his mate. And Mountain had let himself believe them slowly, each time the two of you were intimate only solidifying the idea in his brain. Now as you lay writhing beneath him in pleasure, he was absolutely sure you were his.
He began rolling his hips against your leg, the pressure beginning to be too much for him to bear. He always put your pleasure first but something had awoken inside him today. He bit down harshly at the space above your left breast, his lips licking up the small amount of blood he had drawn. You keened under his touch, your head thrown back as you tugged and pulled at his hair in bliss. You were so desperate for more of his touch, to feel him between your legs. Mountain had always been blessed with his mouth and he learned very early on that if he did not give the proper amount of care beforehand, he'd usually end up hurting his partners. So he quickly learned how to use his mouth to relax them and put them in a blissed state and he planned on doing the same to you at this present moment in time.
After giving your breasts a bit more attention, he decided he craved your taste too much to deny himself any longer. He took his left hand and guided your right leg to break apart from your left and bent it at the knee. He lowered his body to the floor, on his knees before your bed. Jerking your leg slightly, he pulled you down to where he wanted you. Releasing a small squeak as he did so, you tried to close your legs, suddenly embarrassed at his proximity.
His strength did not allow you to do no such thing, his hand keeping your left leg bent. The smell that radiated from between your legs drew him in like an aphrodisiac. It was one he wanted to smell for the rest of his life, always managing to send him off of the deep end, notorious for spending hours between your legs several days out of the week. He quickly adjusted himself on his knees and bent forward, licking a long strip up your slit.
Your hips arched off of the bed and this time, without his body there to block you. You tossed your head to the side and let out a soft moan. Bringing your left arm up to pull one of your fingers between your teeth, you bit down lightly at the sensation. Your hips thrashed as you felt him take several more swipes of his tongue along your folds, his lips in turn wrapping around that small bundle of nerves at the pinnacle of your thighs. He circled his tongue around the small bud making sure to let the forked edge curl around it, causing you to release a shaky moan. He loved to switch up the sensations, going from your clit to your entrance, relishing in the way your hips ground against his face.
You did not know if you wanted to bring him closer or try and escape the white hot electric feeling that coursed through your lower body at his ministrations. After a few moments, you felt him shift, his hands coming up the backs of your thighs, pushing them upwards and opening yourself up to him more. You could feel his small moans against you, the vibrations only fueling the fire that raged inside you. “Mounty…please.” He did not make any sound to acknowledge you but you looked down in time to see that one of his hands now had a human tint to it as opposed to his normal ashen gray tone. You knew what he was about to do, always scared of hurting you with his claws. He preferred to finger you with a human glamour so as to not bring you any pain. He brought said hand down to your entrance, letting his fingers get coated in your slick.
Slowly he pushed one finger in, pumping it slowly inside you, his right arm coming up to throw itself across your hips to keep you in place. Crying out, you thrash your head from one side to the other. Feeling something velvety wrap around your upper thigh, you quickly glanced to see his tail holding your leg to the side, keeping you open for him. “You always taste so good to me, Amica Mea. Nothing on this earth could compare to you,” he moaned, his eyes closing as he wrapped his lips around your bud again. His lips accompanied by his finger had your mind in a surreal state of bliss. He picked up the speed of his finger, carefully adding a second one to the mix.
There was a slight burn to the stretch as you had not been intimate with him for a few days. Papa had summoned them at odd hours of the day to rehearse and it left no time for the two of you to relish in each other's bodies. But now, with rehearsals over and a few days to relax before the tour, you were certain tonight would be an all nighter with your ghoul.
An absolute feeling of ecstasy washed over you as you felt the combination working you to completion. His tongue drawing patterns on your clit had your mind reeling, your hands moving from your mouth to grip handfuls of the blanket beneath you, needing something to grab onto. When he felt you were ready, he added the third finger, starting off slow as he pumped them into you. His arm that held you down gripped at your hips, his claws making small indents in your skin. He ate you out like a man starved, his lips and tongue leaving no place untouched.
His fingers picked up the pace steadily, listening for any sound of your discomfort. When he heard none, he smiled to himself. You had always been the one who took him the best. He was almost certain you had a small edge for pain but until today he had not wanted to play into it for the fear it was all in his head. But now, as you cried out for him to go harder, he was almost certain he had picked the right one. Speeding up slightly, his fingers pumped in you, curling them as to hit that one spot within you that always made you cum the hardest. It hasn’t taken him long to find it the first time the two of you were intimate and he had you cumming around his fingers in minutes.
He could tell you were close, feeling your walls clench around his fingers in a pattern he was extremely familiar with. But instead of driving you to completion, he pulled away, pulling his fingers from within you. Crying out in disappointment, you tilted your head down as you watched him rise to his full height before you. You could make out the apparent bulge in his trousers, your body warming even more.
You observed as he cleaned his fingers with his forked tongue, his hand having returned to its natural state with ashen gray skin and claws. He moaned softly, pulling his hand from his lips to wipe the excess fluids on the leg of his pants. He looked around the room slowly, making a soft “ah” as his eyes landed in the one thing he needed. You called out to him as he walked away from the bed, sauntering towards the stand up mirror you had off to the far side of the room, the very mirror you had been regarding yourself in earlier.
He picked up the mirror with ease, bringing it over to the side of the bed, planting it there - facing towards you. “Mounty, what-“, you were cut off as he rounded the bed, standing at the edge before you once again. As he undid each clasp of his uniform, disposing of the top, he nodded towards the mirror to your right. “When I fuck you, I want you to look into that mirror and see how sinful you look. Maybe then it will get inside your thick, beautiful skull how pleasing to the eye you are.” His eyes held no room for you to disagree, turning to look at yourself sideways in the mirror. While normally you would be picking out the parts of you that you did not find attractive, in the heat of the moment, you had a glow about you.
You stared at yourself, not even hearing the sound of heavy pants hitting the floor at the door of your bed. Your attention only snapped to when you felt his large warm body encompass yours, his head knocking yours back against the bed. He pressed his lips to yours, a hand snaking down your body to the apex of your thighs once more. Gently he gathered your slick onto his clawed fingers and coated the head of his cock in it, sliding himself between your thighs slowly.
“You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on and I'll be damned to hell again if I ever see you doubting yourself,” he whispered against your lips. “Now watch yourself as I take you.” He bumped your head with his lightly to the right as you once again laid eyes on yourself in the reflective glass. You felt him between your legs, pressing his length against your entrance, sliding himself between your folds to collect more of your essence. And with only a small moment of warning, he began to press into you.
Your hands flew up to grasp at his upper arms, your eyes almost rolling back in your skull. No matter how many times he has taken you, each one felt euphoric like the first time. You watched your face in the mirror as it scrunched up in pure unadulterated bliss. Your mouth had dropped as your legs squeezed around his massive form. “Fuck, Lover, your squeezing me so tight…try to relax for me a bit, yeah?”
You weakly nodded your head, rolling your hips slightly. You pressed your face against his left arm - accompanied by his right arm that caged you in - keeping your eyes trained on yourself in the mirror. You watched as he thrusted shallowly into you, going deeper with each push. Releasing small moans with each plunge of his hips, you felt yourself open more up to him and his impending size. “You’re doing so good for me, Baby, just a bit more.”
You wailed softly as you felt his hips finally connect with yours after minutes of him trying to edge his way into you. He was massive and you felt so incredibly full with him inside of you. You could focus on nothing else but the way he stretched you out. He turned his head to lock eyes with you in the mirror, his eyes holding many emotions all at once. He stilled for a few moments to allow you to adjust completely to the feeling.
He made sure you kept your eyes on the mirror as he turned and kissed his way across your face to the crook of your neck, once again leaving marks along the skin. He noticed when the grip on his biceps lessened dramatically and he gave an experimental roll of his hips, content in the way you lightly moaned. “Faster, Mounty, wanna feel yo-“. You were cut off as he reeled his hips back and slammed into you. Crying out, you threw your head back, your eyes rolling shut. You were sure that you were a mess between your legs, the slick sound echoing in the room as he pressed into you repeatedly.
“Look at yourself. Don’t make me stop,” he growled low in your ear, his breathing deep as he struggled to maintain control over his strength. When you did not immediately comply with his demand, he lowered his left arm, reaching up to gently grab at your hair, forcing your head to the side to look into the mirror again. At this point you barely recognized yourself, your face flushed red, your eyes filled with pleasured tears. Sparks of white hot electricity shooting down your spine with each slap of his hips against yours.
He angled his hips upwards, knowing the exact position needed to hit that spongy spot inside of you that made you see stars. It also helped that one of the primary veins along his length happened to brush against that spot as well, aiding in the climb to your high. Your entire body was jolting at this point, his harsh thrusts causing your body to scoot farther up the bed. Vision now blocked from seeing your face in the mirror, you were forced to focus on your body, watching as it moved in perfect rhythm with the ghoul above you. The aesthetic look of your leg pressed against the side of his hip and the way his body pressed into yours was almost like an image out of an erotic piece of art.
The imagery of your body being pleasured accompanied by the pure ecstasy that coursed through your veins, had you climbing towards the precipice of your high a lot faster than normal. But unfortunately you needed one more thing to push you over the edge. And Mountain knew exactly what that thing was. But he held off, wanting you to look at yourself for a little bit longer before giving into you. He in turn watched in the mirror as well, a sense of fondness rolling over him at the view.
The way you took him so nicely accompanied by the view of your body molding to his was a sight he wanted etched and burned into his memory forever. He wanted to see you cum like this as well, the primal urge to witness such a scene in the mirror. He pulled out slightly to drag your body back down the bed, and back into the view of the mirror. He was determined to make you watch as you came apart underneath him.
You felt something cool slide in between your bodies and keened at the feeling of his tail sliding between your folds. He propelled his hips back into yours as he began purposefully hitting that spot inside of you that would cause you to finally push over the edge. He slid his tail along your slit, rubbing the tip against your bundle of nerves, watching with enthusiasm as your pleasure began to rise towards its peak. “Watch yourself come apart on my cock, Baby,” he whispered against your ear, kissing your cheek gently.
And with one last thrust, your orgasm came crashing down around you, your face scrunching up in pure rapture at the feeling. You cried out, your voice hoarse, watching as tears leaked from your eyes in the mirror. The pleasure that coursed through your veins was unbridled and possibly the strongest you’ve ever had in your relationship with Mountain. You could feel yourself clench around him unconsciously as you came.
Letting out a choked sound, Mountain watched you in the mirror as he chased his own high, feeling his knot begin to form at the base of his cock. “Want me to fill you up,” he asked, his hips driving into yours. This would be his first time knotting you as well as in general. He never formed a knot with his other partners, knowing his body did not crave them as if he craved a mate. But with you, his body craved it like he craved the soil on his bare feet. He watched your tear streaked face nod in the reflection, your mouth moving to whisper a small ‘please’.
He snarled as he picked up the speed, now slamming into you at a rampant pace. You could feel the way he easily knocked against your cervix and you knew you’d have trouble walking tomorrow or performing mundane duties. But right now, you could feel another orgasm quickly approaching and you opened your lips to warn the ghouls above you. “I’m gonna cum agai-ah!” You were cut off as you felt his obscenely large knot begin to push into you, stretching you farther than you even knew possible. You leaned up, keeping your eyes focused on your figure in the mirror as you latched your teeth into the skin of his shoulder to silence your scream.
With one last shove, he managed to fit his entire knot into you, his head flung back, a gutteral snarl ripping itself from his throat. He pressed onto you, dropping his entire body weight down to almost smother you against him. You felt his release, the warmth filling you up as you came once more, a sob tearing from your lips. You could feel him still releasing into you, filling you to the brim enough that some undoubtedly leaked out onto the bed below you. “Satan be damned, holy shit,” he sounded out of breath, coming down from his high as he managed to still leak out of you.
As you came down from your second orgasm, you noticed how tired your body felt. You had never experienced being knotted before as well as two orgasms back to back. Draining was the simplest of terms to describe how you felt. You tore your gaze from the mirror, reaching your hands up to run along his horns and into his hair, pulling at the strands softly as you tried to catch your breath. It took several minutes before you felt like your heart was not about to leap through your chest and during that come down, you cooed softly to the ghoul that found his head back in the crook of your neck yet again, breathing in your scent. He was overjoyed to find that his scent had blended in with your own, a balance between the two.
“How long until it goes down,” you questioned softly, kissing along his shoulder. He shrugged, laughing lightly. “Maybe like twenty minutes? That’s what the other ghouls say. I-I wouldn’t know.” Your hands stopped their movements in his hair and moved to his cheeks to pull his head out from the safety of your neck. He shifted his body so you could get a better look at his face, causing the knot to tug lightly from where the two of you were connected. You gasped slightly, wiggling your hips at the sensation before calming down again.
“You’ve never knotted someone?” He shook his head slowly. “You’re the first,” he whispered, eyes scanning your face for any sign of disapproval. He panicked slightly when he noticed tears well up in your eyes. “Hey, hey, hey, why the tears, Amica Mea?” He pushed the hairs away from your reddened and tired face. “I’ve doubted your love for me this entire time and yet I’ve always had the proof right before my eyes.” He clicked his tongue and pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around you tightly as he held you to his chest. “That was what I was trying to show you with all of these things today. I love you more than life itself and you have no need to doubt yourself or my love for you.”
You nodded your head against his shoulder, silently vowing to never put yourself through such things again. As hot as it was to have him punish you for your negative thoughts, you were sure you could find other ways to rile up his dominant side. “I love you too, Mountain, forever and always.”
As you lay there tied emotionally and physically to your ghoul, you decided that this was right. Everything felt right. You were content and happy and you’d be damned if you let someone else’s words crawl under your skin. You had been shown the immense love that your ghoul had for both your physical body and your soul. And you now knew that nothing and no one in the world can change that.
Fem!Reader x Papa Emeritus III (Terzo), mentions of Reader X Cardinal Copia
TW: semi-public sex, mentions of getting caught, technically cheating??, smut, nothing but smut
Word Count: 1.6k
In which the Reader has a spicy dream about her Papa. (Based on true events which happened to me this morning 😂)
You quickly scurry through the halls of the abbey looking for the one in red. Up the stairs your feet carry you as you hurry towards your private meeting spot, although it won't be private for long; classes start soon.
The Cardinal had told you to meet him there, as he'd been burning the midnight oil to make some alterations to his cassock and he wanted you to be the first to see them.
Quickly but quietly opening the door to the study room, attached to a large classroom, your eyes scan the room for anything red. That's when you see it, and it catches you off guard: Terzo sprawled across the little sofa like a cat getting a good sunbath. "Looking for your Cardinal, eh?"
"I, uhh..." You look at the floor, trying to admire the pattern of the rug.
"Don't lie to your Papa, Sorella. You don't think I know about how nostro Cardinale makes you sing like a song bird for him?"
You blush bright red, as he demands you come over to him, "Come on, sit, bella ragazza."
You do as you're told, sitting next to his lying form on the tiny couch. He isn't in his usual long tailored suit coat; you suppose it's too early in the morning for that. It's intoxicating being this close to him, taking in his features, surrounded by the fragrance of his cologne, especially while his fingers delicately trace shapes on your hands and up your arms, which rest stiffly in your lap.
He props himself up, his face right next to your ear and a hand not allowing you to move away from him, "Mi piacerebbe sentire la tua canzone, dolcezza." With a nip to your earlobe, the cat had caught the songbird like prey.
You let out a nervous breath before your lips found his. 𝘚𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘴, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘊𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸.
Next thing you know, you're kissing that silent prayer right into your Papa's chest, black lipstick trailing his torso closer and closer to his desire.
As Terzo flips you onto your back, it's like he's purposely taking his time with you, urging someone to walk in. He nips at your thighs, drawing little breathy whines from you, "Brava ragazza. Continua così..."
Pushing the skirt of your habit up, his teeth tease at the waistband of your panties, his hot breath on your skin making all sorts of little hairs stand up. "Did you wear these in hopes your Cardinal would like them?" He works the habit up over your head, "Perhaps in hopes that they would fall to the floor at his hands?" As if to accentuate his point, he throws your habit across the little room, the fabric rustling into a pile in the corner.
Shrugging his shirt off, he positions his hips on top of yours with your legs on either side of his grabbable little waist. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? But before you can really feel bad, his hardness is grinding against you through layers of fabric. The feeling is absolutely delicious but leaves you both wanting more, as told by your wanton moans. Terzo leans down to press his needy mouth to your neck, leaving a string of sloppy, open-mouth kisses. You can't help but return the favor, peppering his shoulder with love bites. He rocks against you like that for a while, truly savoring taking his time with you, until you hear the sound of feet shuffling and doors opening and closing in the hallway.
"Cazzo, class is starting, principessa..." Terzo languidly whispers in your ear, "What if someone sees us? What if your precious Cardinal comes looking for you, hm?"
His erection still grinding against your clit makes it impossible to think, the sound of Siblings, high clergy, Ghouls, whoever outside the door only heightens your excitement. "Fuck, Terzo..."
"Fuck what, eh? Fuck you? I could arrange that, Tesoro," and with that, he rips you up off of the couch and pulls you into a tiny utility closet and locks the door this time. It's pitch black, but you can tell you've been leaned up against something cold and metal, drawing a hiss from you. Maybe a washer for the Siblings' habits? You don't care as you search for Terzo's lips again, and you find them with fervour this time.
This time when his fingers tease the lace of your panties, they do hit the floor, just as he described earlier. His fingers waste no time in traveling to your center, diving between your folds gracefully, and they only leave you to remove your bra.
Clearly an experienced lover, your Papa's hands traverse your body, finding all the little spots that will make you chirp for him. As he has one hand between your legs and the other around your throat, you reach out for him, unhooking the pants he was straining against. They slid down a bit, exposing his defined hips and the bright pink tip of his cock. Your thumb gently teases at the leaking slit, which earns you a growl from the man before you're thrown up onto what you presume to be a washing machine.
He aggressively kicks his pants off before pulling you to the edge of the cold metal, lining himself up with you, but he doesn't sink into you just yet. Oh no... He's got more teasing to do.
Terzo takes his length in his hand, pumping himself lazily a few times, "You can hardly take your eyes off it, dolcezza. What would the Cardinal think? Do you think he knows how badly you yearn for another?" The last part is whispered right in your ear. Gently at first, you feel his hard member stroking itself against your core again, slicking itself up in your want for him. Every time he rakes over your clit, you choke out a squeak, trying to stay quiet as classes start all around you. "It wouldn't be a shame if someone were to see you like this--è una bella vista. I can see why our Cardinal likes to make you wail so early in the morning, for everyone nearby to imagine what he might be doing to you."
"P-Papa... Please, Papa..." you whine for him, hooking your legs on his hips to pull him closer. The throbbing between your legs is so intense, you can already feel your core tightening.
"Please, what, bambino? What can Papa do for you?" He brushes a hand through your hair, appreciating the flush on your cheeks.
"Fuck me, Papa! I need it, I need you," you beg for him.
"Mmm, you need this?" he asks, teasing you yet again by pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.
"Please, yes, please, Terzo," your eyebrows knit together and you can't stop yourself from bucking your hips. 𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺, 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.
You can't take it anymore as he tickles your neck with kisses once again. Your heel finds the back of his knee, and in one swift move, you push him to the hard marble floor. You hungrily take in his form while you move to straddle him: leaned back against something on his elbows, legs spread at the knees, his angry red cock kissing at his bellybutton. "My, my, dolcezza," he looks at you deviously, his heavy brow bone making his scowl intense, "I should almost say that it should be the Cardinal that sings for 𝘺𝘰𝘶-"
Unlike Terzo, you waste no time in sinking down on his member, and it rips a loud groan from both of you. His arm wraps almost protectively around your waist as you take your pleasure from him, making plenty of noise like your reputation had suggested.
"Beautiful, dolcezza, bellissima... I just had to hear you myself," Terzo praises you between moans of his own, his hips rocking up into yours to match your pace.
"God damn it, Papa," you squeeze your eyes shut, still bouncing on his cock at a dangerous speed, "Terzo, I'm already close- you fucking tease."
"I know the Cardinal has his tricks... But I have mine, sì?" he chuckles deeply before commanding you, "Vieni per me, dolce ragazza. Lasciami sentire la tua voce..."
Your release crashes over you, screaming Terzo's name, a melody of rhythmic moans spilling from you as he continues to thrust into you, taking you through your orgasm. Your legs shake and your pussy clenches tightly around him.
You hear a small, "Fuck..." escape your Papa as he furrows his brow and his head rolls back, obviously lost in the heights of his own climax.
Suddenly the door bursts open and you see a flash of that unmistakable red fabric before you're jolted awake.
"Mia cara, are you alright?" Copia's soft voice washes over you; you're wrapped in his silk sheets, his arms draped around your waist. "You're not too warm are you?" He checks your forehead with his hands.
"No, I'm okay, w-why? What's wrong?" you try to maintain a calm voice, the last waves of your apparent orgasm still rippling through your core.
"Nothing, dolcezza, you were just having a dream and started twitching about. You had me worried for a moment, that's all," his obvious concern for you quickly pushing that dream from your head, but certainly not the tension that had grown between your legs. You meet your Cardinal with a fiery kiss, throwing a leg over his hip. "What's gotten into you, mia cara?" he chuckles, "It's been years since we woke up so early to make love."
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