Fuck I forgot that it's WIP Wednesday. More x reader stuff for ya. ππ
"Did I tell you to grope me?" he asked in a teasing purr.
"Please..." you gasped, your train of thought momentarily derailed when you placed your fingers on either side of the bulge and felt his breathtaking girth. "Please, Papa..."
You had no idea what you were even asking for, too drunk on his perfect body to formulate anything beyond want. Perpetua clicked his tongue at you.
"What do you want me to do without lube, sweetheart?" he chuckled.
You keened in your throat, imagining him letting you strip him down and explore every inch of his hot, sweaty skin before he did the same to you and made you ready to take him. You swallowed, your throat dry from your rapid breathing, and snaked your hands around his hips to the back pockets. He leaned a little closer to you for better access, and the tip of your neglected cock rubbed against the bulged lacing, sending a searing shudder through you. He was so close you could lick the paint off his cheek.
God damn it's WIP Wednesday again! Been chipping away at that V x male reader fic.
πMNDIπ
Your legs felt weak as you hooked a thumb over the hem of your underwear and slid them off your hips, feeling your dick catch on the cotton fabric before finally springing free.
"There you go," Perpetua murmured, hungrily eyeing your exposed member with a grin. "Aren't you a pretty thing?"
You jumped with a gasp when you felt leather-clad fingers gently touch and knead you cock. Drunk on the moment, your hand reached up to clutch at Perpetua's capelet as you tried to utter his title, but, with his thumb still holding your mouth open, it came out as "ah-ah".
WIP Wednesday! Have vampire V enjoying food the best he can.
CW: emetopobia, ED-like behaviour (? as a vampire he doesn't eat at all but I feel like the warning is warranted with how he acts here)
A cupcake with candy pearls arranged into the shape of his bedazzled skull mask endeared Papa, so he took it, inhaled the sweet scent of vanilla and lemon, and bit. Closing his eyes, he chewed and savoured the delicate flavor. The love that had been poured into this treat was palpable, from the citrus sourness offsetting the sweetness, to the frosting having cream cheese in it. He crushed the candy pearls between his teeth, enjoying the crispy texture under the sugar coating.
With a resigned sigh, he spat the chewed up mush into the trash bag, rinsed his mouth with water, spat into the sink, and took another bite. He slowly chewed through the cupcake this way, never swallowing. His stomach had stopped digesting food, so anything he ate that wasn't blood or water simply sat and rotted inside him until he threw up, either from food poisoning or by his own hand.
I truly don't understand how people like,, write and post new chapters for their multi chapter fics every week or whatever. What if it goes a different direction than you expected and all the stuff at the beginning has no resolution? What if you decided to slightly change a side character's personality to better the plot? What if you come up with a plot point that contradicts the info in the previous chapters?
Wait fuck it's WIP Wednesday again. Remembered that I have this V x male reader thing.
Graciously, he lowered his blazing gaze once you'd shuffled the skirt of your tunic to keep it pinned on your stomach to get your hands free. He bit his lip as you blindly worked on your belt with unsteady hands, and the sight made a shudder run through you, accompanied by a keen in your throat. At the sound, Perpetua met your eyes again, smirked, and pried your mouth open, resting his thumb on your tongue. You moaned around the black leather of his glove and couldn't stop yourself from licking it, your eyes fluttering close at the oily, bitter taste with a distant hint human musk, as if the porous material had preserved in itself Papa's previous acts of love-making. You hoped to leave such a mark on his gloves, too.
"Eyes on me, sweetheart," he purred with a light yank on your jaw, and you forced yourself out of your reverie, opening your eyes.
Man I'm kinda tempted to have my vampire V with lower fangs not actually on the canines but on the first pre-molars cause the lower canines are quite close together and I'm afraid he won't be able to suck dick with fangs there, the poor guy :(
WIP Wednesday! Have these oldmen not knowing how to text each other.
"I don't feel too hot, can we skip the rehearsal?"
There it was. He wasn't pushing himself, that was a good sign.
"OK," Copia typed out. He'd rehearse with the ghouls instead.
"Sorry," Perpetua sent.
"It's fine." Frater's finger hovered over the send button for a few seconds. Those words were meant to be reassuring, but in text they read as sharp and cold. He added "Get well soon," but that felt wrong too; he'd never said it to his twin, it would be weird to send. His heart panged as he deleted the sentence. The two cold words stared at him. "Hope you feel better," "Will you be OK?" and "Rest," all felt unnatural and were discarded.
"It's fine," he sent in the end. Perpetua read it, and didn't reply.
Scowling at himself, Copia turned the phone off and threw it on the bed, then held his head in his hands. His own brother was hurting, and had nothing comforting to say to him.
WIP Wednesday! @veeperpetua is threatening me to finish the siren V fic so here's some of that.
The water was warm as you stepped into the gentle waves and lowered yourself to sit beside the creature.
For a few moments, the two of you just looked at each other. Up close, you could see that the monster's white eye had a crescent pupil, and that skin around it β that was visible through the skull's socket β was leathery and scarred. Their other eye was utterly human, and green like a deep forest, with wrinkles across the freckled skin. The tip of their nose was heart-shaped, and you resisted the urge to reach up and tap it with a finger. Their lacerated lips were set into an ambient smile, with deep laugh lines on either side of them.
With all these signs of humanity and age, you wondered if the creature had always been this serpentine sea thing, or if they'd once been a regular person. What could have happened to them to turn them into this?
You were pulled out of your thoughts by the creature's hand reaching for your face, and β despite yourself β you shuddered when cold fingers stroked along your jaw. To your surprise, the scales covering their hand weren't sharp, and instead felt soft, like a snake's underbelly. Even the claws didn't catch at your skin as the thumb brushed your lips.
Free use with Cardi but he's in a chastity cage. Everything for your pleasure but not his.
Pushing him down to his knees whenever you want him to go down on you. Sitting in his lap and moving his gloved hands to your pants for him to finger and jerk you off. Making him wear a strap over his cage all day so that he can still fuck you when you want, all while he can't cum or even get hard from all the ways you're using him. Only giving him release when you finger his ass for being a good living toy.
Summary: Perpetua tries out urethral penetration for the first time with his partner (OC)
Word count: ~2400
Content: urethral penetration/sounding, kink exploration, some piss/watersports, finger sucking, oral (V receiving), vaginal fingering (barely). Mentions of: anal fingering and penetration, deep throat, piss drinking. Just a lot of piss talk in this one. Ask to add if there are more
Note: Perpetua is written as a man with a vagina. Cardinal Merit is non-binary with undescribed genitalia. This is based on my own first time with sounding. Fuck your peehole responsibly!
Perpetua had never before felt like he was at a doctor's appointment while preparing for sex as he did now, with a towel under his ass and his legs spread wide for Merit to sit between them, holding a silicone sounding rod β washed and disinfected several times for extra safety. It was quite an intimidating item: longer than his middle finger and with seven oval beads that incrementally widened from five millimeters to a full eight. There was no way he could take all of them into his urethra, but the idea of simply trying made his breath quicken and heat pool in his loins.
He'd occasionally masturbated to sounding videos, and even watched with rapt fascination as some Siblings and Ghouls engaged in the curious act, and it naturally made him wonder if it felt as good as he imagined. Luckily for him, his Cardinal wasn't a stranger to the kink.
"Nervous?" they asked, not teasingly, scooting closer to him.
Perpetua nodded with a weak chuckle. "A little."
"Don't be," they reassured with a smile as they applied lube to the sounding rod. "It shouldn't hurt."
"'Shouldn't'?" he questioned humorously, eyeing the toy in their slick hand. He couldn't help squirming at the idea of pain to his most tender parts.
"It was fine all the previous times I've done it," they said, and gently caressed Papa's thigh with a free hand. "Just tell me if it hurts too bad, same as always."
He nodded to that as well, swallowing. After a moment, Merit moved the hand to knead the pouch of fat on his stomach, which earned them a dissatisfied hum and more squirming.
"Enough of that, Little Bird," he chuckled.
The Cardinal couldn't contain a grin as they released his underside. "Relax," they murmured, "you're gonna love it."
Perpetua took a moment to breathe and consciously ease the tension in his body, especially between his legs. Merit knew what they were doing, he had no need to worry. Letting out a long breath, he wiggled on his pillows to get more comfortable.
"Okay," he breathed, "I'm ready."
"Good." Merit smiled at him with a pat on his thigh. Nodding to his sex, they added, "Now spread yourself and lube up."
His ears heated at the soft command β usually Papa was the one giving orders β as he reached for the bottle and squirted the cool liquid onto his fingers. A slight shudder run through him as it touched his hot core, and he closed his eyes, his slick fingers circling the place between his cock and entrance β the small bump of his urethral opening. At that moment, a long-ago memory resurfaced: of when he'd still lived at the Monastery and one day overheard some Sisters scandalously whisper of two other nuns who'd touched each others' private parts. Flushed and intrigued, he'd later slipped his own hand between his legs but, not knowing what or where his clitoris was, instead probed the very same bump, unsure what to make of the curious sensation. He smiled to himself. Maybe that was when it'd all started.
Once properly lubed, Perpetua spread his lips open with his fingers and opened his eyes to find Merit hungrily watching his cunt, making a shiver run down his spine. It felt obscene to open himself up so widely, and the embarrassment wriggled hotly in his guts. The Cardinal briefly lifted their intent eyes up to his face β no doubt red, if the intense heat on his cheeks was anything to go by.
"Ready?" they asked, searching Papa's expression for signs of hesitation.
He nodded dazedly, then added a "Yeah" for certainty.
With that, Merit leaned forward and brought the sounding rod to his core. Much as he wanted to watch what they were doing, Perpetua couldn't crane his neck far enough to see between his legs, so instead he slumped his head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling as his heart beat faster in anticipation.
Then he felt it β something breaching his tightest hole β and gasped with a shudder, his cunt clenching around nothing.
"There," Merit breathed. "You feel it?"
Perpetua nodded quickly, though it wasn't exactly true. The bead didn't really push against the walls of the urethra, but he could still feel the presence of it, like a pinkie in his ass β small and barely noticeable, but still there.
"Does it hurt?" the Cardinal followed up.
"No," he gasped.
"Okay, another one."
Again, the sensation of something going into him, slightly bigger this time, and again he clenched, a small moan escaping him as he felt the first bead push deeper into him.
"Good?" Merit asked.
"Good," Perpetua breathed.
Another bead going inside, another contraction, another shudder at the unfamiliar sensation. He swallowed, and realised how dry his mouth was from his rapid breathing. Before he could get used to the feeling, Merit slowly pulled the third bead out of him before pushing it back in. A high-pitched moan tore out of Papa as he felt the bead stretch the tight entrance every time it slid in and out him.
"More?"
"More," he echoed.
All the muscles between his thighs tensed when Merit pushed in not one but two new beads into his urethra. Perpetua could only manage a whimper, both at the newfound fullness and the realisation that there were only two more beads left. His thighs tensed and his cunt kept clenching around nothing, as if his body also didn't know what to make of the unprecedented penetration. The urethra wasn't meant to be used for such debauchery, and the unnatural act heightened his arousal.
It all reminded him of his first time trying anal: slowly easing his middle finger into the hot tightness of his ass β a far easier procedure than he'd imagined β before relaxing enough to add his ring finger. He still remembered the delicious sting of that initial stretch, the high of experiencing something entirely new. His first deepthroat had been like that, too: otherworldly, unlike anything else, as he breathed fast through his nose in disbelief at having swallowed most the dildo, the pleasant fullness of the silicone length in his throat contrasted by drying tears from choking on it. Both times he'd known that he would do it again, and now the same thrill coiled in his stomach at this new way of using his body for pleasure.
"Does it hurt?" Merit's voice cut through his carnal memories.
He could only shake his head in answer, his eyes closed tightly to focus on the new penetration. Perpetua bit his lip when they began fucking his urethra with the last bead again, a high keening in his throat. Along with the stretch of the largest bead yet, he could feel the thrusting of the rest of the rod inside him β all the other beads boring deeper, closer to his bladder. He wondered if the tip would penetrate the sphincter as well.
At that moment, something wet trickled between his lips and down the ass crack.
"Shit," Papa hissed, "is it piss?"
"Mm-hmm," Merit hummed with an audible smile.
"Fuck, I'm sorry," he breathed, feeling another warm trickle run out of him, "I didn't mean to."
"You pissed in my mouth last time, I think I can manage," they chuckled.
"That was different..." he tried to argue, but couldn't reason further as Merit began fucking him with two beads at a time, reducing his speech to half-moans. Now that the Cardinal had brought it up, he imagined them liking up the rivelets of leaking piss from his cunt and taint, and him relieving himself into their mouth again after it was all done. His hips bucked at the fantasies.
Without warning, Merit pushed the rest of the rod inside him, leaving only the safety ring outside. A sharp moan tore out of Perpetua, both at the stretch of his urethra around the largest bead and the feeling of the rest of the rod deep inside him.
"Fucking hell," he gasped as his legs trembled and his cunt clenched around air. "Is it all inside me?"
"It is," Merit murmured with a kiss to his tense thigh. "You took it wonderfully, Papa."
With that, they pulled several beads out of him, then pushed them all back in, repeating the motion and slowly picking up pace. Perpetua could only provide a low groan at the sensation of his tightest hole being fucked β truly fucked. For a few moments, he let it all wash over him: the blissful release of beads sliding out of him, the few warm drops of piss trickling out with them, the new emptiness in his hole, then the beads filling him up again, probing deep inside him, stretching him, opening up a new path for pleasure.
Vaguely, he thought about the way he could feel his ass being fucked through the wall on his vagina if he put his fingers in, and slid his trembling digits from around his urethra and into his wet cunt, pressing them gently against the roof. He moaned as he felt the small beads move against his fingertips, through the thin wall of tissue, and yearned to have something big in his ass so he could feel both the holes being used at the same time.
As good as the rod felt inside his urethra, it wasn't hitting any back-arching spots β though no other penetration did, either β so he quickly slid his fingers out of himself and to his cock. He gasped when he found it rock hard despite not touching himself at all. Biting his lip, he began jerking off with fingers coated in lube, his own arousal and piss. Pleasure lanced through his body, forcing loud moans out of him with every motion of his fingers against his needy cock. He knew he was close β orgasm always found him easily when he tried new and exciting things.
Merit's free hand gently stilled his masturbation, and Perpetua frowned at them, his mind a little slow from pleasure. They brought the hand close to their face and took each of his slick fingers into their mouth in turn, sucking them clean, the movement of the rod slowing as they concentrated on the new task. Papa groaned at the magnificent sight and the feeling of their hot tongue swirling around his digits.
As air cooled his body fluids-covered cock, he took a breath to tell the Cardinal to make their tongue more useful, but they were faster, pulling the last of his fingers out of their mouth and leaned in close to his core to tease the head of his dick with the tip of their tongue. From just this smallest contact, pleasure struck him like a lightning, and he bucked his hips to try and catch their mouth, but Merit moved away with a small chuckle, no doubt amused at their Papa's desperation.
He didn't have the patience for such teasing, not when he was so worked up, so he grabbed his Cardinal by the hair and pulled them onto his cock, throwing his head back at the wet warmth of their mouth setting his whole body on fire. They, in turn, moaned at the sudden movement, and began swirling their tongue on the underside of his hard length, at which he closed his thighs around their head with a low moan. Shifting their hold on the silicone rod, Merit began pumping it in and out Perpetua with newfound vigor, and the intensity of the movement sent waves of full-body shudders through his body, their impact settling between his trembling thighs.
"Suck on it," Perpetua growled, grinding Merit's face into his sex. Obediently, they wrapped their lips tight around his cock and sucked, all while fucking his urethra with almost painful speed. His eyes rolled back as his orgasm approached fast, though with a new layer of sensation: a slight tension building right under his cock β the same feeling as when he was about to piss.
The fear of making a mess on his bed was fleeting amongst the mind-clouding pleasure, but just acute enough to make him clench his pevic muscles in hopes of stopping the flow. With his attention on his bladder control, he didn't notice as the first wave of orgasm came crushing across his body. He moaned loudly, his back arching and his thighs clumping hard around the Cardinal's head as they kept on working their lips and tongue around his throbbing cock. The rod was still moving in his urethra, and he ground his teeth at the too-familiar sensation of relieving himself. He tried pulling Merit away from his core, but his legs stubbornly refused to relax in the throws of all-consuming orgasm. As he was about to beg for forgiveness for pissing on them without asking, he realised that he felt no stream of warm liquid flow out of him, just the familiar singular drops rolling between his ass cheeks. The rod inside his urethra simply confused his body.
With that, he allowed himself to relax, focusing instead on the gentle tides of pleasure and the slowing thrust of the sounding rod as his orgasm came to a close. He was finally able to free Merit from between his thighs, and they dislodged from his softening cock with a gentle pop. Forcing his eyes to focus, Perpetua found his partner disheveled, their eyes dark with lust, their mouth and chin glistening with his arousal. Carefully, they pulled the sounding rod out his stretched urethra, making him keen at the emptiness, and put the piss-coated toy in their mouth to clean. He groaned at the obscene sight, feeling a twitch in his cock.
Once Merit slid the rod from between their lips and wiped some of Papa's juices from their face with the back of their hand, they looked up at him with a weak smile.
"So? How was it?"
His mind still foggy from orgasm, he could only utter, "Good. So good."
At that, their smile spread.
"I have more of these." They waved the rod around. "Bigger ones."
The implication behind their words made his breath catch in his chest.
"Yes," he gasped before they could finish their proposal.
Merit licked their lips. "Maybe by the end you could take a pinkie in."
"Yes," he moaned, imagining them wiggling their finger inside his urethra.
"Or maybe even a middle finger."
"Fuck yes." Perpetua slumped his head on the pillows as Merit got off the bed with a chuckle to prepare their other rods.
After shaking the last bit of stiffness from his legs, Perpetua walked over to his vanity, turned on the lamp and looked over his dried face again, assessing the damage. He knew he couldn't return his cold skin to the brightness of life, no matter how many layers of foundation and rouge he aplied, but that wasn't his goal. He just needed to not look like death, so that his starvation wasn't immediately obvious to people who saw or talked to him.
With that, he gathered his hair in a hair clip and began to work.
~ 14 ~
Perpetua was starving himself, that much was obvious; from the stiffness in his movement, to aversion to sunlight β even though his last feeding had been just two days ago, Copia had checked. The realisation was like a weight lifting off his chest, he'd been starting to worry that his brother's dejected mood was something serious. Every vampire Frater had worked with had refused to eat at some point in their undeath, and their dilemma was understandable: they were essentially cannibalising others to live. No decent person could go on drinking human blood without their conscience starting to claw at them. He would have been more surprised if his soft-hearted twin hadn't gone down the same path eventually.
