Here you may tell us your deepest secrets, your darkest fears, and most importantly; those desires of pure carnage. Let your mind travel to the deepest depths of your mind and tell the ministry what you truly desire.
꧁•⊹٭ Will write ٭⊹•꧂
⛧⃝ Praising
⛧⃝ Biting
⛧⃝ BDSM
⛧⃝ Priest and nun fantasies (duh)
⛧⃝ Pet play
⛧⃝ Hair yanking
⛧⃝ Masochist tendencies
⛧⃝ Breeding
⛧⃝ Dubcon/Noncon (will have triggers mentioned)
⛧⃝ Roleplay fantasies
꧁•⊹٭ Characters with Emojis ٭⊹•꧂
⛧⃝ Dewdrop (both era iii🪼and v🐐)
⛧⃝ Phantom🦇
⛧⃝ Rain🦈
⛧⃝ Swiss☀️
⛧⃝ Mountain 🪴
⛧⃝ Omega 🔮
⛧⃝ Cowbell🐮
⛧⃝ Pebble🌱
⛧⃝ Aurora 🦄
⛧⃝ Haze/Tempest/Umbra🌌
⛧⃝ Copia Emeritus 🐀
⛧⃝ Terzo Emeritus 🍷
⛧⃝ Perpetua🩸
⛧⃝ Nihil Emeritus 🎸
꧁•⊹٭ More info below the cut ٭⊹•꧂
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⚠️THIS IS ONLY FOR ROLEPLAY PURPOSES ONLY!
⚠️SFW AND NSFW asks are welcome
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Pairing: Dewdrop/Phantom/Swiss
Summary: Just wanted to wreck a bug.
Warnings: Voyeurism, double penetration, anal threesome.
Word Count: 4.7k
[AO3 Link] / Banners by @cafekitsune
The air in the ministry’s chapel was thick with heat and the lingering scent of incense, a flicker of candles casting long shadows across the walls as Swiss loomed over Dewdrop. Dew’s back arched off the rough altar beneath him, the unforgiving stone scraping his skin as Swiss drove into him, relentless and unyielding. The pain from the stone was sharp, a contrast to Swiss’s blunt heat, combining into a sensation that made his head spin.
Swiss’s hands were everywhere, roaming over the fire ghoul’s body with a feral intensity that left fingerprint bruises in their wake. Sharp teeth finding Dew’s neck, fangs dragging against skin before he bit down hard, drawing a gasp that turned into a moan as beads of blood bubbled to the surface. The sound made Swiss groan in response, his hips snapping forward with even more force.
“Look at you, how much you love this,” Swiss growled against Dew’s neck, his voice rough, dripping with something primal. He pulled back enough to catch Dew’s gaze, his golden eyes darkened with desire, “Being used like this, fucking ruined on this altar.”
Dew couldn’t answer—his breath knocked from him with each well-timed thrust. His hands scrambled against Swiss’s shoulders, sharp nails leaving trails down his skin, pinpricks digging, almost drawing red. His lips were parted, stuttering breaths spilling out as he nodded frantically, his words failing him in a haze of pleasure and pain.
“Words, Dew,” Swiss commanded, his hand coming up to grip Dew’s jaw as his thumb pressed against Dew’s bottom lip, “Tell me you love this.”
“Fuck, yes,” Dew gasped, his voice cracking as his head tipped back against the altar, “Swiss, I—fuck—I love this.”
Swiss’s grin widened, something dangerous and smug in the curve of his lips. His hand left Dew’s jaw to wrap around his throat, tight at the pulse point, cutting the circulation just enough to make Dew's vision wobble at the edges before releasing him again.
The pressure sent a sharp spike of euphoria through Dew, his back bowing as he writhed under Swiss, thighs trembling as he tried to keep up with the relentless pace. The sting of the altar against his back only heightened everything, grounding him in the moment as Swiss filled him over and over again, every thrust making his nerves sing.
Swiss’s free hand slid down Dew’s chest, his fingers finding the piercings in his nipples. He twisted them roughly, pulling a whine from Dew’s lips as his body jerked beneath him. The sound made Swiss growl low in his throat, his pace stuttering for a fraction of a second before he slammed back into him with renewed force.
“Fuck, look at you, Dew,” Swiss bit out, his breath hot against Dew’s ear as he leaned in closer, “Marked up, under me, taking everything I give you. Like you were made for this.”
The connection between them felt electric, every drag of Swiss’s cock inside him lighting up every nerve ending in white-hot sensation. The rough surface of the altar, the bite of Swiss’s teeth, the bruising grip of his hands—blending together into something almost overwhelming.
Swiss shifted slightly, angling his hips just right, and Dew gasped, fingertips, nails puncturing the multi’s skin with a hiss.
“That’s it,” Swiss murmured, his voice low and teasing as he leaned down to press his lips against Dew’s in a bruising kiss, teeth latching onto his lower lip before he pulled back, “You’re going to come for me, aren’t you? Going to make a mess of yourself right here on this altar.”
Dew nodded frantically, his breaths coming in short, desperate gasps as his nails bit into Swiss’s shoulders, “Swiss—fuck—I’m close,” he managed to choke out, his voice breaking.
Swiss’s grin widened, his hand sliding down between them to wrap around Dew’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, "Then come for me, firefly."
Deep in the shadows of the chapel, unbeknownst to the two, or so he thought, was Phantom, crouched low behind the pews, breathing unsteadily as his pulse hammered in his ears. He’d clamped his hand over his mouth to muffle the quiet whimpers that threatened to escape with every sound that echoed from the altar.
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He hadn’t meant to linger, wandering back into the chapel after the others had left their ritual like he was drawn to something. But what he found had rooted him to the spot, wide-eyed and trembling.
His quintessence tethered to Dewdrop without conscious thought, drawn in by the raw force of what the fire ghoul was feeling. It wasn’t intentional but once the connection snapped into place, it was impossible to ignore. The sensations rolled through him like a tide, threatening to pull him under. Phantom gasped, the ghosting sensations curling low in his belly, making his thighs quiver as he pressed himself tightly into the shadows.
Each thrust Swiss gave was mirrored in Phantom’s body, the stretch and fullness making him shudder. He could feel Dew’s sharp breaths, the ache of pleasure-pain that bordered on too much but not enough all at once.
Swiss’s voice cut through the haze, a low rumble that sent shivers down Phantom’s spine.
“You were made for this, weren't you?”
The words weren’t even meant for him, but Phantom felt the weight of them as if they were whispered directly into his ear.
Phantom’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, his body trembling as the sensations left him gasping against the wood of the pew. His cock was hard, aching, straining against his jeans as he tried to will himself to stay still, to not draw attention. But every moan, every wet, slick sound from the altar made it harder to resist.
The connection thrummed through Phantom and he pressed a trembling hand against his own cock through the fabric, unable to ignore the ache any longer.
Dew’s voice cracked on a moan, his hips jerking as Swiss’s hand slid between them to stroke him. Phantom felt it as if it were his own, the slick slide of Swiss’s palm, the rising tension in Dew’s body, the tightening coil that promised release. He bit down harder on his hand, drawing his thumb between his lips, thighs shaking as his own body responded, desperate and needy.
And then Swiss’s voice cut through the haze again, lower and rougher than before, tinged with a dangerous affection, “Then come for me, firefly."
Phantom’s eyes squeezed shut as Dew let out a broken, shuddering moan, the force of his release crashing through the connection and sending Phantom spiralling. He pressed his forehead hard against the pew, knowing it would leave a mark he’d have to explain later, his hand clutching at the wood as he tried to steady himself.
Dew’s release reverberated through the connection, an aftershock that left Phantom’s thighs trembling as he clenched his fist against his cock to keep from losing control completely. His lip was caught hard between his teeth, the sting grounding him enough to stay quiet.
Swiss shifted then, and for a terrifying moment, Phantom thought he’d been caught. The taller ghoul’s gaze flicked briefly toward the chapel’s rows of pews, a sharpness to his eyes as if he sensed something just out of sight. Phantom’s breath caught, his muscles going rigid as he pressed himself lower into the shadows, praying that the darkness would be enough to keep him hidden.
Swiss smirked faintly and returned his focus to Dew, his hands running over Dew’s sides in a way that sent a fresh jolt of sensation through Phantom. He curled into himself, trying to quiet the erratic pounding of his heart.
"You're going to take everything, firefly, every last drop."
That was the last Phantom heard as Swiss’s release surged through the connection with a force that made Phantom’s knees buckle. He felt the searing heat of it as if it were inside him, every pulse and throb as vivid as if he were the one pinned beneath Swiss.
He needed to leave. Needed to untether himself and get the hell out of the chapel before he pushed his luck any further.
He swallowed thickly and began to inch backward, careful to avoid the creak of wood underfoot. His own body ached from the unspent tension, skin tingling with a feeling he couldn’t describe, but he didn’t dare linger any longer.
Behind him, the sounds from the altar began to quiet, Swiss’s stuttered breathing mingling with Dew’s soft, satisfied hums. Phantom was acutely aware of how exposed he was, how easily he could be caught if he didn’t move now. He braced himself against the pew, his legs shaky as he tried to push himself upright.
That’s when he heard it.
A shuffle of movement. A low, rumbling voice that sent a jolt of panic straight through him. Swiss.
“Did you hear something?”
Phantom froze, his breath hitching audibly before he could stop it. His hand flew to his mouth, stifling the sound as he pressed himself as low as possible behind the pew. His heart pounded against his ribs, terror spiking through him as he imagined Swiss’s golden gaze sweeping the chapel.
Dew’s voice was lighter, teasing, “What, like someone spying on us?” There was a pause followed by an amused chuckle that made Phantom’s face burn, “Let them watch.”
Swiss didn’t respond immediately, and Phantom held his breath, every muscle in his body tensed as he waited. The moment stretched on until eventually, he heard the faint movement of Swiss shifting his weight back to the altar, the low murmur of his voice too quiet to make out.
Phantom exhaled shakily, his legs turning to jelly as relief flooded through him. He pulled himself to his feet, keeping low enough to stay hidden to start his escape.
Or so he thought.
He barely had time to take a step before he felt it—a hand clamping around the back of his collar and yanking him backward. He yelped, his balance faltering as he was pulled out of the shadows and into the dim light of the chapel. His wide, startled eyes locked onto Swiss, whose sharp grin held equal parts amusement and predatory intent.
“Well, well,” Swiss drawled, his voice low and teasing as he tugged Phantom closer, “What do we have here? A little voyeur?”
“I—I wasn’t—I mean—” Phantom stammered, his face flushing a furious red. His words tumbled over themselves, and he looked anywhere but at the altar where Dew was sitting up now, his sweat-slicked chest heaving as he smirked down at the scene.
“Caught you, huh?” Dew teased, his voice a throaty purr as he leaned forward on his elbows. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he tilted his head, “How long were you sitting there, bug?"
Phantom made a strangled sound, his hands flying to his face, “I didn’t mean to—!” he started, but Swiss cut him off with a laugh, releasing his collar only to wrap an arm around his waist, spinning him to face Dew.
“Didn’t mean to?” Swiss repeated, leaning down to speak low against Phantom’s ear, “So, you’re telling me you tripped and fell into tethering your quintessence to Dew and thought, ‘Oh, this is fine’?”
He nuzzled into the quint’s neck with a purr, feeling the shiver under his hands that reverberated from the smaller ghoul,
“Don’t lie to me, bug.”
Phantom’s shoulders hunched, his face a burning shade of crimson as Swiss’s words sank in. He squirmed, torn between wanting to bolt and wanting the floor to open and take him back to the pits, “I didn’t mean for it to— I just—”
“You just wanted to feel good, didn’t you?” Dew interjected smoothly, his grin widening as he beckoned Phantom closer, “Don’t be shy about it. We’re not mad."
Swiss chuckled, his grip firm but not unkind as he guided Phantom toward the altar, “Not at all,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of Phantom’s ear, making him shiver, “Touched yourself, didn’t you? Couldn’t help yourself.”
Phantom squeaked, his hands fluttering uselessly as he tried to formulate a response. He was saved—momentarily—by Dew, who reached out and caught one of his hands, pulling him between them.
“Relax, bug,” Dew said, his voice softer now but no less teasing. His fingers brushed against Phantom’s wrist, soothing and steady, “You're cute when you’re flustered.”
Swiss hummed his agreement, his hands settling on Phantom’s hips from behind, “The cutest,” his voice was warm and low as he pressed close, caging Phantom between his body and Dew’s, “And lucky for him, we’re feeling generous tonight.”
Phantom’s breath hitched, his heart pounding as he looked between them. Dew’s gaze was intense, heat pooling in his eyes to match the smirk curling his lips, doing little to distract from Swiss’s hands that were firm and unyielding, pressing indents into his hips.
“I—I don’t—” Phantom started, but Dew cut him off with a gentle tug, pulling him closer until their faces were inches apart.
“Don’t overthink it,” Dew smirked, his lips brushing Phantom’s in the faintest ghost of a kiss, “You’ve been good, haven’t you? Watching quietly, keeping it all to yourself. Don’t you think you deserve a little reward?”
Swiss’s hands slid up Phantom’s sides, his lips curling into a grin as he leaned down to nip at the side of his neck, “Let us make you feel good,” he murmured, his voice rough and inviting, “You want that, don’t you?”
Phantom swallowed hard, his head spinning as their words sank in. He was trembling, his body a mix of nervousness and anticipation, but he nodded slowly, his voice barely above a whisper,
“Yes.”
Swiss’s grin widened against Phantom’s neck, his fangs grazing the sensitive skin there as he growled low and satisfied, “Good boy.”
Dew chuckled softly, his hands steady as they slid over Phantom’s chest, toying with the buttons of his shirt, easing them open one by one.
“See? That wasn’t so hard,” Dew whispered, eyes glinting with mischief as he pushed Phantom’s shirt off his shoulders, letting it pool at his feet, “You’re already halfway there.”
Phantom flinched, his cheeks burning as he stood caught between them. Swiss’s hands were a constant warmth on his hips as Dew’s deft fingers danced over his exposed skin, tracing every trembling line of muscle.
“Relax, bug,” Dew murmured, his lips curving into a softer smile now as he pressed a kiss to Phantom’s collarbone, tongue flicking out to taste the beads of sweat that had begun to gather, “We’ve got you.”
Swiss hummed in agreement as his hands slid lower, hooking his thumbs through the loops of his jeans before tugging at the fabric.
He savoured the way Phantom squirmed, hearing the stutter in his breathing as he tried to keep composed,
“You’re gonna let us take care of you, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through Phantom’s chest.
Phantom nodded hesitantly, his voice catching in his throat, “Y-yeah,” his hands gripped the edge of the altar for support as his knees wobbled.
“That’s my good little bug,” Swiss said, his tone laced with pride as he pulled Phantom’s pants down, leaving him bare. Dew’s hands slid lower, brushing over Phantom’s thighs, coaxing a shiver out of him as his eyes snapped up to meet the fire ghoul's.
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Phantom’s lips, teasing and unhurried. Phantom gasped against him, his hands trembling as they hovered in the air before finally settling on Dew’s shoulders.
Swiss shifted behind Phantom, his arms keeping the smaller ghoul pressed tight against him and with a low, commanding murmur, guided them both down to the floor, settling himself with his back against the edge of the altar. Phantom was pliant in his hold, his breath hitching as Swiss hooked his legs over his thighs, spreading him open and leaving him utterly vulnerable.
“Look at you,” Dew murmured, crouching down in front of them, his sharp eyes drinking in every inch of Phantom’s exposed form, “So fucking pretty like this.” His voice was heavy with something possessive and Phantom squirmed in Swiss's lap, cheeks flushing as he watched Dew settle between his legs.
His touch was light at first, skimming over pale, unmarked thighs whilst Swiss’s hands framed Phantom’s waist, holding him steady, his lips brushing against Phantom’s ear as he spoke, his voice low and soothing,
“Stay still for Dew,” his tone made it clear there was no room for disobedience. Phantom nodded, his breath catching as Dew’s fingers dipped lower, coated in slick, slow and deliberate as he teased the first finger inside the quint.
Phantom’s head fell back against Swiss’s shoulder, a soft whimper escaping his lips as Dew added a second finger, the stretch making his legs tremble.
“Fuck,” Dew muttered, his free hand splaying against Phantom’s inner thigh to hold him open as he worked his fingers deeper, “You’re so tight, Phantom.” His voice was a mixture of praise and teasing and Phantom felt his face heat even more, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps, "Stay still, bug,"
Phantom tried, but it was impossible to stay still as Dew’s fingers curled, finding that spot inside him that made him see stars. He bucked against Swiss, his thighs trembling as Dew’s grin widened.
“That’s it,” Dew purred, his movements unrelenting as he worked Phantom over, driving him to the brink, “Let me hear you.”
Phantom was too lost in the sensations to respond, his voice catching in his throat as Dew pressed deeper. It wasn’t until Swiss shifted behind him, his hand sliding down to grip his hip, that Phantom realized what was coming next.
Swiss’s cock pressed against him, hot and slick and Phantom’s gasped sharply as he felt the stretch of Swiss pushing inside. Dew pulled his fingers free, his hand coming up to press gently against Phantom’s stomach as he leaned in close.
“Breathe, bug,” Dew murmured, his tone softer now as he watched Phantom’s face, his thumb stroking over his skin, “You can take him.”
Swiss groaned low in his throat as he sank in deeper, his hands holding Phantom steady as he took his time, “Fuck, Phantom,” Swiss rasped, his voice thick with need as he bottomed out, his chest heaving against Phantom’s back, “You feel so fucking good.”
Dew’s hand slid lower, wrapping around Phantom’s length and stroking him slowly, his smirk returning as Phantom whimpered, his body trembling between them, “He’s a mess already,” Dew teased, his voice low and teasing, “And we’ve only just started.”
Swiss chuckled breathlessly, his hips rocking slightly as he adjusted his grip on Phantom, his lips brushing against the side of his neck, “We’ll see how long he lasts,”
Dew grinned, leaning in to kiss Phantom deeply as Swiss began to move, each thrust slow and deliberate, drawing a broken moan from Phantom’s lips which he swallowed down eagerly. He pulled away, looking down, a groan escaping him as he watched Swiss move, the slick sound making him feel just a bit left out.
Then, he had an idea as his eyes met Swiss's amongst the haze,
“Think he can take us both?”
Swiss’s hands tightened on Phantom’s hips, holding him still as Dew’s suggestion hung in the air. Phantom’s breath caught, his chest heaving as his eyes widened in brief panic that quickly melted into anticipation.
“N-no!” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper as he shook his head, pulling his gaze away from Dew as a flush crept up his neck. His hands were first to betray him though, squeezing Swiss’s thigh, pulling him close.
Swiss chuckled low in his throat, pressing a kiss to Phantom’s shoulder, “That’s not a ‘no’ I believe, bug,”
Dew leaned forward, his lips brushing against Phantom’s ear as his palm slid over his thigh, finding his hands, lacing their fingers, “You know the words if you need them,” he gave his fingers a gentle squeeze before releasing them, dancing a path back across Phantom’s pale skin.
“We’ll take care of you,” he purred, the edge of his teeth scraping the quint’s earlobe, “Make you feel so fucking good, bug.”
Phantom whimpered, his head falling back against Swiss’s shoulder as his breathing quickened. He couldn’t say no, not when the promise of what they were offering sent heat pooling low in his stomach.
Dew moved closer, positioning himself between Phantom’s legs as his hand slipped down to rub over his inner thigh in soothing circles, “I’ll go slow,” he promised, though his teasing smirk never faltered, “You’ll be so full of us, Phantom. You won’t even remember your own name by the time we’re done.”
Phantom tried to protest again, but the words turned into a gasping whine as Dew pressed the slick head of his cock against him, right beside Swiss. The pressure was immediate and overwhelming, the stretch making Phantom’s head fall back against Swiss’s shoulder as his mouth fell open in a silent moan.
“Fuck,” Swiss groaned, his voice strained as he felt Dew begin to push in beside him. The sensation was like nothing he’d ever felt before, the tight heat of Phantom’s body squeezing them both.
“Breathe,” Dew reminded Phantom softly, though there was an unmistakable hunger in his tone as he pushed deeper, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate movements. Phantom’s breath caught, his hands scrabbling for purchase against Swiss’s thighs as his body trembled.
“Dew,” Phantom whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper, his head lolling against Swiss as he clung to him.
“You’re okay,” Swiss murmured against his ear, his voice heavy with both arousal and reassurance, tinged with a bit of pride, “You’re doing so good, bug. Just a little more.”
Dew groaned low in his throat as he finally settled fully, his forehead falling against Phantom’s shoulder as he shuddered, “Holy shit,” he rasped, his hands gripping Phantom’s hips tightly as he tried to compose himself, “He’s—fuck, Swiss. He’s so tight like this.”
Swiss let out a ragged breath, his arms tightening around Phantom as he struggled to hold himself back, nuzzling against his temple in affection, “I know,” he muttered, his voice strained, “He’s perfect.”
Phantom whimpered again, his body trembling between them as he tried to adjust to the impossible fullness. Every nerve buzzed under his skin, every inch of him oversensitive and overwhelmed, and yet he couldn’t stop the heat coiling in his gut, the pleasure building until it was almost unbearable.
“Look at you,” Dew murmured, his voice softer now as he cupped Phantom’s cheek, guiding him to meet his gaze, “Ruined, so full of us both, greedy little thing."
Phantom could only manage a broken moan in response, his hands gripping Swiss’s thighs tightly as Dew began to move, slow and careful at first. The friction of their bodies together, the slick glide of skin against skin, was too much, too good, and Phantom’s head fell back with a gasp, his body arching into every movement.
Dew’s movements were calculated, slow at first, drawing every moan and shudder he could from Phantom. His grin wolfish as he watched the smaller ghoul dissolve between them, every roll of his hips dragging a desperate sound from Phantom’s lips.
“You’re so loud, Phantom,” Dew teased, though his voice was heavy with heat, “Think the others can hear you? Think they know how good you feel right now, stuffed full like this?”
Phantom shook his head weakly, his nails digging into Swiss’s thighs as he struggled to form words, but all that escaped were stuttered gasps. He bit his lip hard enough to sting, trying to keep himself quiet, but Dew’s pace quickened and it was a losing battle.
Swiss groaned, his hips jerking as Dew’s movements grew rougher, more desperate, “Fuck, Dew,” he rasped, his chest heaving, “I’m close.”
Dew’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leaned in, his lips brushing Phantom’s. “Hear that, bug?” he murmured. “You gonna stay pretty for us like this? Take every drop?”
Phantom whined, his body clenching around them as Dew’s words pushed him closer to the edge. His breath came in ragged gasps, his head falling back against Swiss as his body trembled uncontrollably.
Swiss groaned loudly, his hands gripping Phantom’s hips as he spilled inside him, the heat of his release tipping Phantom over the edge. Phantom’s vision blurred as his release crashed over him, his body shaking violently as he cried out, the sound muffled as Swiss's hand shot to his mouth to stifle it.
Dew followed moments later, his grip tightening on Phantom’s cock as he emptied himself alongside Swiss, the intensity leaving the three of them trembling and breathless.
Swiss was the first to shift, though his body protested every motion. He groaned softly, his arms still cradling Phantom against him. Dew had slumped forward, his forehead resting on Phantom's shoulder, his fingers twitching weakly against the smaller ghoul’s skin.
Swiss exhaled a ragged breath, his voice a low rumble as he murmured,
"Alright, we’ve gotta… move."
Phantom whimpered, his head shaking against Swiss’s chest, “N-not yet. I can’t… I can’t feel my legs.”
Dew chuckled hoarsely, his voice dripping with exhaustion and amusement, “Swiss is right, bug,” He kissed the damp curve of Phantom’s shoulder, his sharp teeth grazing lightly before pulling back with a sigh, “We’re a mess. We’ve gotta clean up before anyone stumbles in here and sees the state of us.”
Swiss shifted Phantom slightly, his grip still firm but gentle. He could feel the smaller ghoul trembling, his body completely wrecked, “You’re not moving anywhere, bug,” His voice softened as he brushed a hand down Phantom’s back, tracing soothing circles over his skin, “Dew, grab the towels from the side room. Should be a stash in the closet.”
Dew groaned in protest but managed to stand, his legs shaky beneath him as he stumbled toward the door. He shot a teasing glance over his shoulder, “Don’t let him pass out before I get back.”
Swiss snorted softly, adjusting Phantom in his lap as Dew disappeared, “Like I’d let that happen.”
Dew returned moments later, towels draped over one arm and a bottle of water in his hand, “Found these,” he said, tossing the water to Swiss before kneeling beside them. He used a towel to gently clean Phantom, his movements surprisingly careful and tender, “You’re lucky we’re so good to you, bug.”
Phantom groaned softly, his body flinching at the sensitivity as Dew worked, “I feel…" he searched for words but came up empty, sighing into Swiss's arms, feeling the pull of sleep starting to drag him under.
“Don't need words, bug. We know we're good at this,” Dew teased, but his grin softened as he met Phantom’s eyes, “We didn’t push you too far, did we?”
Phantom shook his head, a tired smile tugging at his lips, “No. Just… give me a year to recover.”
Swiss snorted, “We’ll give you until tomorrow,” he teased, his voice warm with affection, brushing a kiss over Phantom’s temple as the smaller ghoul began to doze against him.
He felt a presence next to him as Dew dropped onto the floor beside them with a dramatic sigh, “We’re not getting back to our rooms tonight, are we?”
Swiss shook his head, his arms tightening around Phantom as he settled back against the cool stone, “Nah. We’re staying right here.” He glanced down at Phantom, his expression softening as he watched the smaller ghoul sleep, “He’s out.”
Dew leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to Swiss’s lips before brushing his fingers through Phantom’s hair. They’d be here all night, but none of them minded. Dew sighed, curling up against Swiss's side with a smile as he watched the quint doze between them,
“Good. He deserves it.”
Getting back from work and seeing Terzo reclined on the couch in front of a roaring fire, lost under the spell of his newest novel.
Admiring the way the flames flicker and dance across the wrinkles on his handsome face. Watching as his lips turn up into a soft smile of acknowledgement, his eyes not quite able to pull away from the salacious story unravelling in front of him.
Snagging your lip between your teeth, you undress slowly, walking over and kneeling in front of him. Almost automatically, he spreads his legs to accommodate you, purring as your thumbs knead into the plushness of his thighs. Mouthing softly at his cock over his trousers, you smirk as a small gasp escapes into heated air.
And yet, he carries on reading, his hardening length twitching against your cheek as you reach under his shirt. A hum of pleasure escapes him as you knead your fingers into the roundness of his stomach, enjoying the feeling of soft fire warmed skin and downy hair.
'Tricky, tricky, cucciolo,' he purrs, shifting himself subtly into your touch. Mismatched eyes meet yours, shimmering wickedly behind his glasses.
'Is this what you want, my insatiable little devil?' he enquires, palming himself teasingly. You nod eagerly, nuzzling your face into his crotch, already drunk on the scent of him.
Your mouth waters as he toys with his zipper, precum darkening the soft linen of his pants. Leaning forwards, you mouth over him again, trembling as you hear him groan above you.
The sharp rasp of his zipper breaks the spell, and you crawl up onto his lap, fucking yourself onto him before he has time to think. His book hits the floor with a thud as his arms wrap around you.
Rocking his hips slowly, his eyes flutter closed as he loses himself in you, his breaths falling in small whimpers and groans. He tries so hard to make it last; desperate to keep you here in this moment, where nothing else matters in the world.
All too soon, you feel his movements slow and stop, as he pulls you infinitely closer. An ecstatic moan is muffled into your neck as his cock kicks inside you, coating your walls in his release.
You smile softly against his shoulder as you tangle your fingers together, feeling your heartbeats slow as you melt into each other. You shiver as soft lips paint kisses up to your ear, ending in a teasing chuckle.
Due to a recent business trip with Papa and some of his ghouls, writing has been delayed this whole time. Upon arrival back to the ministry, said ghouls have been experiencing symptoms of the human variant of the flu, or called normally; influenza.
This being said, please clerical staff and ghouls make sure you are washing your hands after using the restroom or when you are done working outside. Hand sanitizer stations will be around the ministry. With how close this community is, it is only a matter of time before everyone has gotten sick.
If you are experiencing the following symptoms, please head to the med wing for an evaluation.
Additional tags; Swiss has two knots, all water ghouls have tentacles
Pronouns used; she/her Mist | he/him Swiss
Swiss'd been asking - begging - Mist for months to play a fun little game with him, desperate to see the water ghoul lose her cool. In all the years he'd been Topside, he'd never once seen her floaty or flustered, no matter who he'd watched her take. And hells had he watched her take a lot. That one time he watched her with both Alpha and Omega? The sight lingers in his mind whenever he can't sleep.
"C'mon, it'll be fun, I promise! Even Rainy loves it!" Swiss was sat on the arm of the large, plush sofa in Mist's room, leaning against her as she read her book. "That's surprising, given they're usually a sadist. Do you mean they like doing it to you?" She replied, not even looking up from her book. "No, I mean they go feral for me tellin' 'em whatta do. Y'should come see us some day, bet you'd get a huge kick outta bossin both us 'round!" His enthusiasm was somewhat catchy, though, and Mist found herself agreeing with a roll of her eyes. "Fine, fine. Here or your room, multi?"
Swiss'd almost tripped over himself in his rush to tug down his trousers, and Mist watched with a smirk on her face like he was the finest entertainment. He'd barely even had to think about the choice before deciding to stay in the den, where just about anyone could walk in. Honestly, Swiss didn't know what he'd prefer, but what he did know was that, in that moment, at that time, all he wanted was Mist. "How d'ya want me, sugar?" He asked, hands on his hips as he stood in naked glory. He was almost completely certain she'd ask for him next to her on the sofa, or sat on the floor. How wrong he was.
"On your knees." Was her first command, spoken down to him despite him towering over her. Swiss raised a brow, grin never fading. "My knees, huh? Really gon make me beg for it?" As he spoke, he lowered himself, kneeling pretty for her with his hard cock standing proud between his legs. "Beg? No. I hardly want to hear you any more than I already have," Ouch, that hurt. "I want to watch you struggle." Mist started undoing the zip on her own trousers, tugging them down in a way that was somehow graceful. "I want to watch you fight your instincts, multi." The way she spat out the core of his being like she hated it, like he wasn't enough because he would always be a jack of all trades and not a master of any, sent a shiver down Swiss' spine and all the blood in his body to his cock. "I want to watch your internal battle, torn between falling back to ease the pain in your knees and frantically pleasuring yourself to ease the ache in your balls, or staying upright and stopping when I tell you to, so that you can be rewarded for being good." Had Swiss bitten off more than he could chew by going to Mist for this? Absolutely, but he was more than willing to choke on his mouthful.
"Fuuuuck..." Swiss groaned at her words, cock kicking helplessly like he'd soon cum just from her words. In all fairness, he probably could. "What did I say?" Mist hissed, sneering the same as Rain often did. Oh, how Swiss would love being trapped between the two of them, tied up and begging for mercy. "Uh.." Swiss could hardly respond, mouth dry and head already fuzzy. "I said I don't want to hear you. Keep your mouth shut." As if punctuating her demand, she chucked her trousers at him, watching with smug satisfaction just barely showing in her eyes at the way the material hit Swiss' face before his hands came up to clutch it tight. With shaking hands, he folded her trousers neatly, leaning forward to place them next to her on the sofa. If anyone asked him why, he'd say it was because he wanted to be good, wanted to show how good he could be, but that wasn't it.
He wanted a closer look at her tits as she took off her shirt.
And look he did! He stared for a little too long, licking his lips eagerly before settling back in his earlier position. Mist knew what he was doing - of course she did, she's had him sussed since he first started coming to her - but let it slide just this once. What better way to destroy someone than to let them think, for the longest time, that they have an upper hand, only for it to fizzle out of existence right before their eyes like it never existed in the first place?
"Touch yourself. Slowly." She told him, feigning disinterest like him just being there was a nuisance. Swiss obeyed silently, making a show of running one hand down his chest towards his cock. He was slow with it, hoping she'd trail his hand with her eyes. She didn't. His hand finally wrapped around his cock, a small sigh of pleasure breathed through his nose in response, and he took his time with the first couple strokes. Slow, sweet, paying extra attention to the pretty head with each movement. He probably could've lost himself in the motion had Mist not cruelly woken him from it. "I told you to touch yourself, not treat your cock like royalty." Damn, she was cold. And fuck did he love it.
Despite knowing it was a horrible, awful, terrible idea, part of Swiss desperately wanted to bite back, point out that she didn't specify how she wanted him to touch himself, but he was good and kept his mouth shut like he'd been told to. "...Maybe I misjudged you, multi. Maybe you can be good." Just the barest praise from her had Swiss twitching, a groan begging to be freed from his throat. Thankfully, he managed to swallow it down before Mist could hear it.
"Play with your balls and jerk yourself off." Mist asked of him, humming appreciatively when he did so just seconds after registering her command. Swiss worked so hard to keep his noises at bay, craving any tiny morsel of praise he could get. He looked at her, wanting to search her expression for any hint that he was doing a good job, but that was the worst mistake he'd ever made. The sight of Mist, one hand down her panties, fingers obviously circling her clit under the thin material, had a punched-out noise escaping Swiss' parted lips as he bowed in on himself just slightly. Mist rolled her eyes, but didn't degrade him for that. No, instead she was much crueller, telling Swiss to speed up the hand stroking his cock. Sathanas, he knew he wouldn't last long like that - he'd been hard since he woke up that morning, straining against his trousers the whole walk to the den.
Mist waited until the very last second before telling Swiss to stop, her voice sharp and loud, leaving no room for disobedience. To his credit, Swiss listened, hands dropping to his sides immediately despite the pathetic whimper he let out. The hand down Mist's panties kept its movements going, showing off how much longer she could last. "Is that really all you can do? Five minutes? Try again." She waited until after he'd fully backed away from that delicious edge to allow him to continue, watching him grip his cock and start stroking fast like he was trying to sprint back to the edge.
For the second time, she told him to stop right as he was teetering on the edge. His hips bucked as he dragged his hands away, claws digging into the flesh of his thighs in a desperate attempt to keep away from his cock. Mist pulled her hands away from herself, too, sighing gently while watching pre drool down Swiss' cock. "You'll be cleaning any mess you make with your tongue." She warned, gaze briefly flicking down to the few drops on the floor beneath her new toy. "Start again. Slower this time, I want to actually enjoy myself." She could see both his knots forming at the base of his cock, and she smirked to herself, knowing he'd find no release or anything to lock himself into.
Watching Swiss, usually so cocky and confident, obeying her every word like an eager puppy was a delight, even though Mist did nothing to show it. Well, not nothing - if Alpha or Omega were there, they'd be able to tell from the way she looked at him like he was a meal to devour, or the way her hips twitched when she saw his hips buck - but Swiss would never be able to tell. Yes, his gaze was locked on Mist's hand down her panties, but he was far too hazy to see every little detail. All he could do was kneel there and imagine how her fingers circled her clit, picture how she'd tease her devilish tentacle hidden under a sheath Swiss would fucking love to get his mouth on.
The torture continued for a long while, each denial scrambling Swiss' brain even more. His tail lashed wildly from side to side as he swayed and bucked so much he almost fell over.
"And... Stop." She shuddered at how wrecked Swiss sounded in his whimper the eighth time he was denied, the poor multi drawing blood as he sank his fangs into his lip to keep himself under control. Tears welled in his eyes, frustration and pain building deep within him. "I really thought you'd be mouthier." Mist told him, slowly sliding her panties down to finally give Swiss a good look at her pretty pussy. The large bead of pre that slid down his cock was a dangerous sign, and despite it being the thing he least wanted to do, Swiss squeezed his eyes shut tight for a few moments. This wasn't the time to demonstrate his ability to cum untouched. "I can be good," He forced out, trying to keep his voice even. "I can be so fuckin good for you." Ironic that he said that while actively breaking Mist's rule of being quiet, though he did so in hopes she'd toss her panties at his face the same way she'd thrown her trousers earlier. Mist toyed with the idea in her head, twirling her slick damp panties around her finger a few moments as she waited for his eyes to open again. She offered him a pout full of fake pity when he finally looked at her again, tossing her panties to the side and letting them land so far away that Swiss had to lean back slightly as he watched them fly through the air.
"You must need a few more denials if you've still got the brain to try and outwit me." It was hard to tell, but Mist was actually somewhat impressed with the way Swiss was cunning even with his brain a hazy fog. "No! No no, please, I needa cum, please! I've been good, I-I stopped whenever you asked-!" His babbling was only vaguely coherent; words mashed together and pleas in a variety of languages. "Yet you still can't follow one simple fucking rule!" Oh, hearing Mist swear had Swiss' cock kicking helplessly, more pre leaking straight onto the floor. Did that mean he'd done it? He'd flustered her, got her so riled up she was beginning to crack? Sathanas, he hoped so - he wasn't really sure how much more he could take before he was a sobbing, whimpering mess.
Even though she knew it'd be a bad idea, Mist growled and beckoned him closer. The second he got within arm's length, she was grabbing a fistful of his locs, dragging him towards her pussy and letting him dive right in. Everyone at the Ministry had heard of Swiss' love - more like an instinctive desire at this point, honestly - for eating people out, and Mist was plenty willing to use that against him. "That's a much better way to keep you quiet. Poor little multi, can't obey orders on his own, he needs someone to make him good. Don't even bother touching yourself, I know you can get off without it." She hissed, tugging his head whichever way she liked best just by a hand in his hair.
She was right, he knew that. EVERYONE knew that, he demonstrated it perfectly at the last ghoul orgy. Still, his hips rutted against her leg briefly before she tutted and moved it, making him hump the air desperately as he devoured her slick pussy like it was everything he needed in life. He felt the tip of her tentacle, slim yet thick enough to fill some lucky devil up, prod at his tongue as he lapped at her cunt, and he groaned deeply at the feeling, eagerly letting it wander into his mouth. That must've felt extra good for Mist, given the way she moaned softly and rocked her hips up against his face. "Let her in," She whispered, head tipping back in pleasure. "Let her in as deep as she can go." Not even just "how far you can take her" but a "how deep she can go" as if Swiss' comfort meant nothing to her. And who was Swiss to disobey such a delightful order? He kept his mouth nice and open as Mist's tentacle explored the new environment, delving straight down his throat.
The only thing he wanted to complain about was that, by cumming straight down his throat, Swiss couldn't taste the gift her tentacle gave him. Truly a torturous discovery. Oh, but he could taste Mist - he was like a feral beast as soon as it'd left his lips, going straight for her drooling pussy as she came down from her high. After a few licks, oversensitivity got to Mist and she was dragging Swiss' stubborn face away by his locs once more, hissing as he whined about it. She shoved him backwards when she realised he'd just go straight back for seconds if she let go while he was still leaning against her, and to her sadistic delight, he was still as hard as he'd ever been. "That wasn't enough for you?" Honestly, she was a little surprised, but that just added an extra element of pain she could cause him. "Good luck finding anyone that'll help you. Maybe if you hadn't bragged so much about this, someone'd be willing to make you cum. But somehow I don't think anyone will."
It has been brought to our attention that we have now reached upon ‘Kinktober’. We have seen the list and we are proud to announce that we are going to try to participate in it this month. We will announce if we need to take a day off from writing.
Happy kinktober to those who celebrate I'm so jazzed to actually be doing this this year. Thanks @ghost-creative-prompts for putting this together mwah
Pair: Dew/Storm
WC: 800
Summary: Dew shows Storm how he worships.
A priest. That is what he was Down Below. He was the backbone of his small community high up in the mountains. Lived in the small chapel he had built with his own hands when he was a much younger man. The most devout, always finding ways to honor the Lords Below and the Prince.
This little fact is what broke the ice between Storm and Dew upon his summoning. The most pious ghoul in the den and a centuries old priest. A match made in Hell itself.
That is what landed them in this position. Storm had wanted to see Dew's altar since he slipped that little detail into one of their midnight conversations. But he knew better than to out right ask. It is a personal thing and he is a fresh face. He could wait until Dew was ready.
About a week after tour is when the call came. It was innocent really. Dew invited Storm into his room, showed him around a little, and then they both sat in front of the small wooden desk turned altar. Conversation was easy until Storm let his curiosity get the better of him.
How do you worship?
The simple question that caused something in the air to shift, to become heavy. But not unpleasant, more like coming home to a thick blanket after walking through the snow. Dew did not deny him, but he was not the almost militaristic ghoul Storm always saw him as. He was softer, gentler like this. Under such close observation.
He had shifted onto his knees and with a snap of his fingers lit all the candles that lined the little altar. Effigies of Lucifer and Asmodeus and Satan bathed in a warm glow as Dew wrapped his rosary around his hands in a way that left them bond together. He picked up an incense stick, dragon's blood, brought it to his mouth and muttered a prayer before the tip started to smoke on its own.
Storm was captivated. His golden hair shining in the fire light like his own infernal halo. The way his lips moved yet his raspy voice never reached his ears. The way the smoke danced around him as if the Lords Themselves knew it was Dew speaking to them, controlling the tendrils to wrap him in a hazy blanket.
He really did not mean for it to take this turn. But he should have known the moment he saw the dedication to Asmodeus. One sniff of something sweeter to Dew's normal cigerette and cinnamon scent was all it took for Storm to realize he had a part to play in Dew's worship.
A part he plays well.
Now he kneels behind a completely naked Dew, hand wrapped around his cock. Holding, but not stroking. "Louder Dewdrop. Let the Lords hear you."
He swallows, throat clicking. "Forgive me Father." He restarts his prayers from the top without having to be told. A good little lamb who serves his flock well.
Storm closes his owlish eyes, listens to the words he could recite in his sleep. Feels them vibrate where he is pressed close to Dew's back. He lets Dew go farther than before, waits until a new line of the Morning Star's lessons slips from his lips. He squeezes his cock, thumbing at the underside of the head. A soft, circular motion with enough pressure to make Dew stutter.
But he does not stop. An improvement. One Storm rewards him for. He starts to languidly stroke him, lazy ups and downs that must be more frustrating than pleasing. "Good Dewdrop. That's good. You're making Him so happy."
Dew shakes with the restraint of not chasing Storm's fist. It impresses him really. Not many who directly worship Asmodeus would remain this disciplined in the face of Lust.
Storm wants to see him break though. Where this practiced control finally ends and the real Dewdrop, hidden under layers of life, finally comes out to play. He wants to crack him open and find the softest part of him so the Morning Star's light may shine on it and let it grow.
He reaches up and tugs one of his nipple rings and he gets exactly what he wants. The infernal words choke off, replaced with a breathy gasp. The jolt that wracks through Dew's body cause the incense stick to fumble out of his still bound hands.
Storm tsks and picks it up. He stubs it out against Dew's thigh, another circular welt to go along with the others. He tosses the stick into the growing pile on the altar before grabbing another and placing it in Dew's clasped hands.
"You're better than this Dewdrop. I know you are. But do the Lords? Does the Prince? Surely you want them to."
Dew hangs his head, something akin to a sob escaping his throat. The incense stick lights all on its own.
Storm smiles, kissing over his gill scars. The proof of the devotion that flows through him. "From the top."
Dew takes a deep breath and lifts his head to look at the effigy of Lucifer. His voice is steady. "Our Father who art in Hell…"
Storm holds him. He does not stroke or squeeze or fondle. He closes his eyes and waits.
It’s okiii! Can it be gn for the Terzo one instead please 👉🏻👈🏻
terzo x gn!reader
this is in response to this ask! i'm always a bit of a sucker for writing confessional prompts, and i've actually done a fic for copia which you can find here if you haven't already seen it! thank you for this request, i had a lot of fun working on this one!!
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contents: confessional, wet dreams, descriptions of sexual fantasy, male masturbation, uhhh terzo starts jerking it without explicit consent from reader
NSFW under the cut - MDNI
“Bless me, for I have sinned. My last confession was two weeks ago.”
“Go on, tesoro. It’s only the two of us here.”
Your heart hammers in your chest at the familiar voice coming from the other side of the lattice. Of course, it had to be him working the night that you had chosen to go to the confessional. While you didn’t necessarily find shame in your sins, nor were you encouraged to, in fact, the act of confession within the Ministry was purely for the celebration of your sinning; however, you did harbour some shame at the thought of confessing this particular sin to this particular person.
Sexual dreams weren’t even something you’d consider a sin in the first place, but you couldn’t help but feel that these dreams did warrant some type of confession. After all, it was particularly sinful to have such dreams of your Papa, was it not? Not that it wasn’t as if your Papa didn’t try to incite those thoughts in his followers, it just felt… Almost wrong, in a way.
The sound of the man beside you clearing his throat was what finally snapped you out of your thoughts, and you glanced over towards the divider despite knowing that you wouldn’t be able to properly see the man on the other side. While not able to see him clearly, you could make out the shadow of Terzo’s side profile through the lattice, his chin resting in his palm as he waited for your response.
“I- I’m sorry… Forgive me, Papa, it’s… It’s kind of embarrassing. It’s hard for me to say-“
“Oh, tesoro… You should know by now that the purpose of this is not to judge; we want to celebrate the wonderful sins you’ve committed since your last confession. Take your time if you need, but rest assured that I’m all ears.”
The air feels thick, tense in a way that you weren’t sure if it was just from your mind playing tricks on you or if you were picking up on something from the man sitting across from you.
“I’ve… Been having dreams, Papa- dreams of a… lustful nature.”
You can hear the man beside you practically give a little coo of adoration at your words.
“Oh, tesoro, that’s nothing to be embarrassed about-“
“They’ve been about a member of the Clergy, Papa!” You cut him off before he has the chance to finish, and you’re quickly slapping a hand over your mouth as you realize what you’ve said.
“Oh? Come now, tesoro, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Now, why don’t you share some of these dreams with your Papa?” There was an unmistakable curiosity lingering in his tone.
The whimper that falls from behind your hand is entirely unintentional, you swear to the Dark One, and you were half tempted to run from the confessional right then and there. Hell, maybe even from the Ministry, for that matter. Instead, the arguably dumber half of your brain decided that you were lowering your hand from your mouth before you began to recount your fantasies.
“We… He usually comes to my room in the middle of the night. The reason always changes: sometimes it’s to check on me, other times to ask for my help, one time he was just walking by and said he’d thought of me.” The memory of the last one makes you smile a little.
“But the hunger in his eyes… That- That’s always there, no matter what. And I can’t help but invite him inside when I see it-“
“Naughty ragazzo.” There’s a teasing little gasp of faux shock, and you can feel your face flush.
“Last night, in- in my dream… I couldn’t keep my hands off of him the moment he was inside and the door was shut,” you chew at your bottom lip out of nervousness. “I pushed him against the door and we… I kissed him, and then we were tearing our clothes off each other.”
You could’ve sworn you heard Terzo’s breathing hitch beside you.
“I- We end up on the bed, he’s on top of me, and I can barely stop kissing him long enough to grab the lube from my bedside table because I’ve wanted to kiss him like this for so long. And then… even when he’s slipping a finger inside me, I can’t stop kissing him like… I guess like I’m scared I’ll wake up and it’s all some dream,” you manage an almost bitter laugh with those words.
“His lips are addictive- Even out of my fantasy, I can’t stop myself from staring at them whenever he speaks; I know that I shouldn’t, Papa, I just can’t help it… And his fingers inside me- They’re not enough, they’re never enough.”
Clink.
Your words catch in your throat at that sound. That couldn’t be… Surely not?
When you glance to the side, you can just barely make out the shadow of Terzo- the way his arm seems to be moving up and down languidly, almost as if he were beginning to-
“Tell your Papa what happens next, cuore.”
The words go straight to your core, and you’re nodding despite knowing he can’t fully see you.
“I manage to pull away long enough to ask- no, beg- him to fuck me. I’ve wanted him since coming to the Ministry. I tell him that I can hardly wait any longer and that I just want to be his.”
“Cazzo,” comes the low growl from Terzo, so quiet you’re barely able to hear it- but it’s not loud enough to mask the slick sound in time with the pumping of his shadow coming from his side of the confessional.
The realization of what he’s doing comes crashing down onto you. He’s touching himself. Not only was he touching himself, but he was touching himself to your fantasies. Fantasies that were, unknowingly to him, about him! Despite your nerves, you use his actions as enough fuel to push you to keep going.
“When he takes me, he’s surprisingly gentle. I- Given his reputation… I always thought he’d be rougher. But he’s sweet, loving almost. As if he wants me to know I’m his.”
The trembling gasp from the other side of the wall causes your lips to tug upwards in a smirk.
“He feels so fucking good, I can hardly stand it. I wrap my legs around his waist to help him get as deep as he can, and because I can’t bear to be apart from him even for a moment now that I have him.”
“Merda.” His moan is louder this time, the wet sound of his pumping fist now filling the confessional.
“When he finally cums inside me… I can’t stop myself from whispering that I love you,” you finish with a sigh. Only after the words leave your mouth, and you hear the sounds from the other side of the booth suddenly halt, do you realize what you’ve said.
Your whole body tenses, and you’re quick to try to cover up with panicked: “Him! Him, whispering that I love him.”
The tense silence that hangs in that air makes you shrink into yourself, praying that you could just open your eyes and find yourself anywhere but here. You’re not sure what to expect from Terzo, but you certainly weren’t expecting his growl of: “Come here.”
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Behold! My offering for the Massive Dong Perpetua Cinematic Universe, and also my attempt at fighting off this writer's block 🤭
I blame @scramghouledegg for this... in the best way possible 🤭🫶🏻💜
Enjoy!
In the middle of a hot makeout session, you find yourself being pulled over onto Perpetuas lap, his tongue tasting every inch of you that he can reach.
Sharp teeth nip gently at your lower lip, your collarbone, your jaw. Pressing yourself harder against him, you smile at the little whimpers that fall from his lips as you savour each other.
You feel his hands hesitate around your waist, and giggle against his lips, sliding his hands slowly down your body so they're grasping your ass.
'I'm not going to break...'
He pulls back and looks at you adoringly, breathlessly. Sweat shimmers on his skin, glistening in the low light. This is the furthest you'd gone in your relationship; he'd always seemed cautious when it came to intimacy. And you'd soon find out why.
You feel a tentative roll of hips under you, coupled with a ragged gasp. Perpetua's eyes flutter closed, and that's when you feel the sizeable bulge in his pants drag against your sex.
Your eyes flutter closed as they roll back in your head, a needy moan rippling through your body at the magnitude of his arousal.
He guides your hands to his waist, smiling shyly up at you as you struggle with his zipper. But fumbling fingers succeed and your jaw drops as his cock springs free.
You had felt the size of it against you, but the sight of it sends heat thrumming through your body, soaking your already ruined underwear.
He's huge; cock curving gently upwards, the tip reaching just past the centre of his stomach. You watch as he twitches under your scrutiny, a delicate pearl of precum beading at the dusky tip. You feel an aching need to map out every single inch of him with every single inch of you.
Greedily, you take him into your hand, your fingers only just able to reach around the base. Precum begins to weep thick and fast out of the slit, dripping down the length of him, as you feel sensitive flesh ripple and undulate under your touch.
You feel his fingers, thick and dexterous, pulling at your waistband, taking you into his hand, and your world explodes in sensation. He certainly knows what he's doing as skilled hands play with you; his touch cool against slick, fevered flesh.
His breath falls hot and heavy against your skin as he murmurs to you, telling you how much he loves the noises you make. It's all too much and yet not enough. You need to feel him inside you, filling you up, stretching you out until you can hardly bear it.
All too soon, you're rutting yourself against him desperately; whimpering, begging for him to fuck you, and he's all too happy to oblige.
Your clothes are off your body and onto the floor in a heartbeat as you straddle him again. Your pulse races out of control in your chest as he watches you, an indulgent smile tugging at his lips.
Aligning him with your aching hole, you take a trembling breath before slowly sinking down onto him. Crying out, your hands find silken shoulders to ground yourself as you give an experimental roll of your hips. Lights twinkle behind your eyes as he presses impossibly deep, taking your breath away.
Inch by inch, you feel the drag and stretch of him as he slides further into you. The aching, delicious pressure low in your stomach is almost unbearable, but you focus on the hum of his voice.
Soft babbling words fall from his lips like rain, praising how well you're taking him: 'you feel so good, so fucking good, sweetheart, yes.'
The moment feels infinite and yet, all too soon, you're seated fully on his lap, his head resting against yours. His fingers grip bruisingly into your hips as he tries his hardest to hold back.
But you feel incredible; so hot, wet and impossibly tight around him, that the last of his wavering control slips. With a tremble and a groan, he's coming hard, coating your walls with thick ropes of his release.
You can't help but look down, watching as his essence drips out of you, ruining his pants. He slumps back in defeat, running a shaky hand over his face as he tries to catch his breath.
'Honey, I...'
You kiss the impending apology hungrily away from his lips, clenching tightly around him. You feel his cock twitch greedily back to life against your sensitive walls, pressing once more against the ache blooming deep within your core.
Please keep in mind that we do try to keep minors out of the confessional for an obvious purpose. That being said, ageless accounts will also be blocked as well due to the suspicion they could be a minor. This is for both ends for safety since there are explicit things that are posted here. Do not think we are trying to keep the young children away. There are other places for them, the confessional is not one of them.
Sooo I’ve been thinking about scarification with Papa. Whether it be a cigar burn or him carving his initials into you🤭 I just think that’s soooo hot 🤤 like he would be sooo romantic about it too, literally any and all of them😌 I love them too much bro
Do you have any thoughts about this?😋 I love your writing pookie:3
terzo x gn!reader, copia x gn!reader, perpetua x gn!reader - headcanons
hiii pookie 🫶 hhhh thank you for this request and letting me ramble on about scarification for a little while. i just ended up writing some general headcanons for this but would definitely be open to writing a proper fic for this because i love some scarification
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contents: scarification, sexual cutting, blood, body modification, knife play, pain, hesitation, crying, biting
terzo
oooooh terzo would be so eager to do it
while i don’t think he’s necessarily a jealous man
i do think that he can be Very possessive
he knows that a large part of his on-stage persona is about being a flirt
but he likes having little reminders that he belongs to you and only you, and vice versa
scarification is likely something he brings up in passing just to gauge your reaction
maybe after you two get home from a night out, and people have been flirting with you all night
it hit that part in him that just wants Everyone to know that you belong to him
so he does it in a way that it can be brushed off as a joke if you have a poor reaction to it
much to his delight, you’re elated when he makes an offhanded comment about carving his initials into you so that everyone will know who you belong to
“fuck, that would be really hot, actually, babe. do you really wanna do it?”
he’s Instantly hard
it takes a little bit of planning before you guys go ahead and do it
as much as terzo would’ve loved to do it right then and there, he very much believes in RACK (as do ALL the papas)
but once everything is set up and safety measures are put in place, he makes it So intimate
has a fancy, ornate knife for the roleplay and foreplay leading up to the actual scarification
and then a scalpel for when he’s actually going to begin his work
cuts you on your chest right above your heart with a ‘<3 T III’
the heart wasn’t initially planned, but when he started cutting, he told you he wanted to add a little surprise for you if you were willing to trust him
of course, trusting him with your life, you told him he could do whatever he wanted
when you see the heart, you nearly cry because it’s so romantic and so Him
after that first night, it becomes a more frequent thing
but that being said
terzo doesn’t like Just cutting you to cut you
he’ll spend days if not weeks, sketching sketch after sketch of your body
he can draw you by memory by now
and then he’ll add in any of your pre-existing scars before he begins to sketch out his design ideas
for him it’s not about the cutting; it’s an art form to him, and he takes pride in each and every one of his creations- partly because they’re on you
whenever he’s away on tour, he spends his downtime working on designs for when he gets back to you
and he very much encourages you to do the same if you’d like
in fact he in fact begs you to mark him as your own
from the very beginning, he makes it incredibly clear that he’d be honoured to wear your mark if you ever wanted to cut him
so if you do decide you want to mark him, he’s absolutely elated
even more so if you want to add your initials, like he added his
overall a Very big fan
copia
so while terzo was so eager to mark you up, copia is the complete opposite
you bring up the idea of having him mark you, and his reaction is just
“what do you mean, tesoro? i mark you up plenty!”
“i mean- yes, but… i was thinking something a little more… permanent.”
watch as this man’s whole face immediately goes red, and he’s shaking his head
“i- eh… i could never hurt you, caro, you know that-“
“but i want you to, c. i love having your mark on me and the idea of being able to carry one forever… but if you don’t want to, then i understand entirel-“
and he’s surging forward to kiss you before you get the chance to finish what you were saying, because he won’t deny that the idea appeals to the romantic in him
he really wants to use numbing cream so that he doesn’t hurt you too badly
but you tell him that that’s part of it
you want to feel the sting of his blade with each cut because it only reminds you of his love for you
and oh how his heart throbs hearing those words
it’s enough to get him to push his fears away and start the first cut
i think, like terzo, his first design would be very simple because he’s scared of potentially making a mistake
he ends up cutting a little lopsided heart below your collarbone
with a little bit of prompting, you manage to convince him to carve a little ‘c’ inside the heart as a bonus reminder of who you belong to
i think he might actually cry a little bit after
between seeing you bleeding and knowing he caused that, and then also feeling oddly proud at seeing his mark on you, this poor man is experiencing a lot of emotions
once he’s managed to clean up, pull him into your arms and tell him how much you love him and appreciate getting to share that experience with him
oh, but after he’s managed to work through all those emotions he has regarding the experience, and once you’ve healed?
it’s something that drives this man FERAL
actual marking isn’t something that’s very common- copia would be satisfied with just the one experience if you never wanted to do it again
but just seeing his mark on you drives him wild
it triggers something almost primal in his brain whenever he catches sight of the scar
it’s just a little reminder that you’re his and that he did that to you
it makes him immediately hard, and he’s pressing you against whatever the nearest surface may be with the full intent of devouring you
he’ll be lavishing kisses and bites all across the scar because he just can’t believe how lucky he is to have you as his
overall he’s not a big fan of the experience and process of actually doing it, but he can’t deny how much he loves the results of scarification
so it’s not something that would be That common, maybe once every few years if you bring it up
perpetua (creature-ish)
alright so you know how copia gets feral over seeing his mark on you?
take that and amplify it by a hundred, and that’s maybe a fraction of what it does to perpetua
BUT
pet isn’t into scarification in the traditional sense (well, he CAN be if you want to try it, but it’s not what gets him going really crazy)
he loves the more primal aspect of biting you so hard that he ends up leaving behind scars
when you have sex, he just gets this primal urge to mate and with that comes some pretty harsh biting
the first time it happens is probably by complete accident
during a particularly strong orgasm, he ended up biting down so hard on your shoulder that you started bleeding and yelped
you screaming has him pulling away instantly, mouth covered in your blood and fuck
his cock is already twitching inside you again at the sight of the blood against your skin
but he does manage to collect himself enough to ask if you’re alright, and he wasn’t prepared for your answer
“do that again. harder”
oh you’ve got him hard again with those four words
he’s got sharp teeth, and it doesn’t take that much effort for him to break skin
so he spends all night leaving deep bites all over your neck and shoulders, which really gets both of you going
the next morning, your bruises are so much darker than they usually are
and at first both of you are absolutely delighted!
until more time goes on, and where his teeth marks are beginning to scab, then slowly begin to scar
at first, you’re mildly mortified because now you have these scars all over your neck and shoulders that are very clearly from bites
but then you see the way that perpetua’s pupils blow so wide when he sees you looking at them in the mirror
when you go to turn around and ask him what’s wrong, he’s pushing you against the bathroom counter and practically shoving his tongue down your throat
he’s grabbing at your hips and pressing up against you
and you can feel how he’s painfully hard in his sweatpants as he ruts his hips against you
pulling back enough to try to ask him what’s gotten into him
only for him to practically growl “mine” before he starts biting at your neck to try and add more marks
after that, you definitely learn to love scars
they’re a permanent reminder of his love for you, and he’s always so eager to add more if you ever ask him to
perpetua would love for you to bite him back!
you may not be able to bite him back hard enough to leave a scar, so in that case
the two of you will end up at a tattoo shop, and he’ll get one of those bite mark tattoos on his lower neck or shoulder
he takes so much pride in the fact that everyone can see you’re his and he’s yours
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uhhh “no one else gets to see you like this. only me” with a jealous perpetua would be so 🥵
also every time i check your blog istg you have a new name and it makes me laugh every time, love you though
hahaha I know, I'm hopeless when it comes to my url I think I have settled with this one now though 😌 Love you too 💜
And also.... this request!! I hope you like it. This might be one of the filthiest things I've written 🥴
Pairing: Perpetua x Fem!Reader
Request: "No one else gets to see you like this. Only me."
Warnings/Tags: 18+, Nsfw, Dom!Perpetua, Jealousy, Extreme Deepthroating, Perpetua takes what he wants and makes sure you know you belong to him.
Perpetua was standing and talking with Mountain after the Ritual, but was distracted by what was happening at the corner of his eyes. Flickering his gaze over there, his nostrils flared as he saw you talking with Dewdrop. You were laughing and touching his arm every now and then, obviously flirting with him. He heard you praising Dewdrop's guitar playing and anger coiled in his core. What were you playing at?
You glanced over at Perpetua and smiled triumphantly when you saw the jealousy burning in his eyes. Your plan was working. It always did. It was so much fun making Perpetua jealous. Tonight would be a night full of pleasure.
*
"You're mine! Only mine!" Perpetua growled as he pushed you against the wall. You gasped, burying your fingers in his black curls and moaned as his lips nibbled on the skin at the crook of your neck.
"Yes! I'm yours, V! Only yours!" you breathed out, tugging on his hair. "Show me I belong to you."
Perpetua grunted and made a swift way of getting your top over your head and tossing it aside. His fingers were on the clasp of your bra in an instant, getting it open without effort. His right hand cupped your left breast the moment it was free, squeezing it firmly and tugging on the erect nipple. Gasping at the surge of pained pleasure spiking through your body, you started unbuttoning your jeans and shimmied them down your ass. Perpetua pulled away, watched with lust-filled eyes and heaving chest as you undressed the remainder of your clothes and your shoes with a smirk on your lips. Perpetua's heterochromatic gaze took in the sight of your naked body, admiring every soft shape of your female form.
"On your knees," he ordered, his voice heavy with lust.
Smirking, you obeyed his order, looking up at him with innocent, bashful eyes.
"No one else gets to see you like this. Only me," Perpetua stated firmly as he grasped your chin and tilted your head up.
"Yes, Papa."
Perpetua smiled and opened his jeans, pulling his fat, swelling cock out. "Good girl. Now, be a good pet and open that pretty mouth of yours."
You obeyed, bashing your eyelids up at him as you opened your mouth. His bulging, veiny shaft sank between your lips, sinking deeper and deeper, wanting to punish you for making him jealous. Your nostrils flared, and then your eyes grew wide as your breathing was cut off. Perpetua hissed with pleasure, and wrapped one of his hands around your throat, feeling it bulge around his cock. His other hand took a firm grip on your hair as he pushed further and further down your throat, all the way down until your nose was pressed against his pubic bone and his balls draped over your chin, and you were writhing beneath him as you struggled to take all of him. You gargled on his cock, making obscene gagging noises as saliva gurgled up around his cock, soaking down his fat balls and spewing down onto your breasts. Perpetua groaned at the sight, his hand in your hair curling tighter as his cock twitched, eager to fill your belly with his cum.
"Fucking beautiful," he moaned, holding still until your throat convulsed and your entire body was shaking with lack of air. Perpetua growled and pulled back his cock until the head was barely in your mouth. You gasped for air and coughed up more saliva before drawing great heaving breaths, all while looking up at him with those pretty, trembling eyes of yours. He allowed you three desperate breaths and then began to slide in again. This time, your lips sealed around his shaft, and he moved smoothly down your throat. As his cock bottomed out, he saw your throat visibly swell and bulge again.
"Oh, Satanas...you're such a good, fucking pet, taking my cock so well," he groaned, his cock pulsating in your throat at the sight, and he nearly shot his load right then and there. Perpetua pulled all the way back again, allowing you to take a single desperate breath, and then he plunged in again. You let out a loud gagging noise as your throat bulged to take all of him. Perpetua grunted at the sensation of your tight throat convulsing around his cock and more saliva was gushing out from your lips tightly wrapped around his cock.
As Perpetua's pumping slowly quickened, the time for your breath diminished. You squirmed, strived for oxygen, your gasps for air quick and raspy, timing themselves to his movement as he fucked your throat with no restraint. His heavy balls were slapping against your chin with every thrust down your throat, your violent gags echoing loudly between the walls. Saliva was now soaking down your chin and your entire upper body, pouring down to your pussy, making it glistening wet with saliva.
Then, your body suddenly relaxed, going limp as your vision got blurry. Perpetua thrust down your throat one last time with absolutely no resistance, affirming his victory as he came, pumping his cum deep inside your throat.
"Oh, ffffuck...you take me so well...so fucking well...," Perpetua closed his eyes, and tightened the grip on your throat as he dipped his head back, his hips jerking and cock twitching in your throat as the last strings of semen spurt out of him.
Instinctively, you gulped down his cum as it gushed down your throat while your hands desperately clutched on his thighs. Perpetua sighed with pleasure and pulled out, sliding his cock up from your throat and past your lips. You gasped for air as your widened eyes stared up at him, your breasts heaving along with your rapid breaths.
Perpetua's face was adorned with a blissful smile as he looked down at you, cupping your face with his warm hand.
"I love you, my perfect little pet."
Closing your eyes with a smile, you nearly purred as you leaned into his touch, thriving in his praise and love.
"I love you too, Papa."
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May I request top sub Phantom x reader? Pet play and biting if you will, <3
//tbh this just turned out to be very self indulgent and projecting hard on this!!!!
Puppy Play Time
Rating: Explicit
Paring: Phantom x gn reader
Word count: 1.2 k
Kinks: peeping, toys, pet play, premature ejaculation if you squint
Summery: Phantom realizes he was caught after sneaking pictures of you. To his surprise he gets a little gift in return.
Phantom was known to be quite the pervert around the ministry. He was always caught snapping pictures of the ghouls and siblings of sin while they were changing or getting out of the shower. He had his personal collection of polaroids of his mates that he would frequent very often. Though the way he hid them was nothing short of pathetic. Almost like he wanted people to find them. But in his mind, he thought an old shoebox that was buried in his closet would do just fine. Oh how he was very wrong about that.
The young quint ghoul was coming back from band practice and thought it would be a great time to relax for the rest of the day playing on his computer. That was until he saw two boxes on his bed. He recognized the first one immediately but the other smaller one, he tilted his head. Cautiously, he took the old shoebox and lifted up the lid, seeing the several pictures of you getting out of the shower. How they went from you taking your towel off from drying to getting your clothes to catching the camera shudder. Swallowing roughly, he placed that box down as he looked at the second one. It was wrapped in deep red wrapping paper with a little black bow on it. Ripping it open, he lifted up that lid and felt the color that once left his face, rejoin at his cheeks.
In the box was a puppy ear headband, a collar with a purple bell, black thigh eyes and a black tail. No panties. No top. Nothing. Though there was a small hand written note that read simply: put it on. Phantom shuddered as he could feel his dick twitch to life as he knew he was caught. Tugging off his shirt and undoing his belt and jeans, he was heaving as he was a bit more excited than someone who would be if they just got caught. He tugged on the black thigh highs, getting the collar on as the sound of the bell jingled. He opened his bedside drawer digging around for the lube. Taking out that bottle as he stared at that plug with hunger and lust in his eyes. Uncapping it and putting it somewhere on the nightstand, he squeezed a generous amount of it on his fingers as he worked at his hole. Carefully rubbing at the rim of his ass before inserting a finger into himself. Despite him playing with his ass multiple times or getting screwed in the ass, he was still so sensitive and tight.
Gripping at that blanket, he pushed a second finger into himself. Throwing his head back, he plunged those fingers deep into himself as he rolled his eyes back. Needy pants and whimpers filled the room as he grabbed at the tail. Coating the plug with some lube as well. Carefully he pressed it into that twitching hole as he gasped out. Feeling how it slipped right in, the poor ghoul was a panting mess. “F-fuck…I…oh fuck…” he whined out as he was loosing himself to the pleasure of that toy in his ass. The poor ghoul was in his own head of lust, taking the plug out of himself just barely and then thrusting it back in. Oh how it made his cock throb and weep with pre cum.
Looking at that other box, he dove his hand into it pulling out probably his favorite picture of you he took. It was of you just out of the shower, hair still clinging to your wet form, how the steam was lining the walls. Seeing how those droplets of water dribbled down your body, unaware that he had taken the picture. His lips parted as he closed his eyes, whimpering out your name. He wanted you. No…he needed you. He craved to be inside you. Groaning with more of those pleasure filled thoughts in his head, he didn’t realize the door was slowly clicking open. Just for you to find him in a compromising position.
“There you are…I was gonna text if you got my gifts but I see you already have..” you spoke as Phantom jolted up. His heart raced as he was trying to cover himself. But being caught like this, oh it made his head spin. “I…I…f-fuck…” he couldn’t think because of that stupid toy in him. His mind was absolutely jelly at this point. “N-need you…please….” He whined out as you roll your eyes. “Still need me after those pictures you took…I thought you would have been spent with them…” you teased him as you slowly made yourself closer to this ghoul. Knowing damn well you could be his next meal.
Phantom whined as he tried to get up, his erection standing tall as it twitched. Those starry eyes looked into yours as he tugged you close to him. “You are just so pretty…I need to feel you…” he spoke barely above a whisper as you take his cock in your hand. Feeling how it twitched against your soft fingers. You tracing along those ridges as you hum. “You need to feel me…puppy…?” You cooed as he tensed at that name. Oh it sent him reeling in his mind. “‘M…n-not a puppy…” he whispered, his eyes screwing shut as he gritted his teeth. “I’m a dog…and you get your dog so riled up…” he growled out as he smashed his lips onto yours.
The kiss was not soft in the slightest, it was a mix of pleasure and dominance. Phantom tangling his hand though your hair as his lips moved against yours. Gentle clinks of his lip piercings were to be heard against your teeth as he threatened to shove his tongue into your wet mouth. All while his hips jerked into your hold as you were not letting up. Each slow and meticulous stroke of your fingers was driving him insane. “F-fuck…I want…you…” he panted out. His lips puffy and drool covered as he was pushing you to your knees. “Your doggy needs you…” he grinned as his cock let out a pathetic spurt of precum. Just only thinking of being in that tight throat of yours.
You hum as you oblige to his request, kneeing at his hips as you slowly take his cock to your lips. Kissing gently at the head of it, all while your fingers tracing each vein slowly. Batting your eyelashes innocently, Phantom groaned. “Please…in your mouth…need to feel…” he couldn’t wait any more. As he pressed the head of his manhood to your mouth, you let it slip past your lips. Tasting that salty taste of his sweet organ. You were only past his head as you were looking back at him. Letting drool coat that dick as he humps to your mouth. “Fuck…your mouth…feels incredible. Your doggy really likes it…” he groaned as he pushed further. You feel the back of his cock hitting the back of your throat as you start to bob your head in a rhythm, cheeks hollowing as lewd sucking noises could be heard through out the room.
The moment you look back at him, Phantom couldn’t help but to blow his load this early. Feeling that hot and salty seed spill into your mouth, you swallow what you could with delight as you lick up his length. “Shit…shit…I’m sorry…I couldn’t help it…” Phantom sputtered as you smirked. “Oh Doggy…it’s okay…I just hope you can go another round now…” you grin mischievously as Phantom shuddered.
Definitely not thinking about sucking bruises into the soft skin of Perpetua's hips and stomach, the delicate skin of his neck... hearing him gasp and whimper at the idea of knowing he's been marked as yours.
Waiting during a show for him to raise his arms, or for the paint on his neck to be washed away by sweat to reveal the expanses of skin marked by your possession. Watching his breath shudder as the material of his shirt brushes against the sensitive areas.
Knowing that you'll keep marking him until he's finished the tour. And he'll let you.
Great! Vampire Perpetua is going to ruin your holes. Put on Umbra! Make a day of it.
Perpetua x afab reader- no explicit pronouns but anatomy is specific.
TW: edging, denial, rough fingering, d/s ish dynamics - Perpetua holds the key to your chastity belt.
18+ MDNI
You hadn't really considered the full consequences of agreeing to a chastity belt, but you were certainly feeling them now.
You never would have said no to Perpetua though, even if he hadn't rolled over in bed the other morning and whispered the suggestion into your ear while pressing his erection firmly into your back.
The idea had merit, you simply couldn't contain yourself around him and wanted to prolong the experience as much as possible. Besides, something about him holding the literal key to your pleasure, knowing you'd be unable to give yourself to anyone but him...it filled you with desire.
It had been fine the first few weeks, you especially loved when he dragged you around by the waistband. Something about the metal digging into your hips while he brought you to orgasm only from sucking on your tits was driving you wild. And of course, you were always happy to take him whole into your mouth, you loved the way he tasted and how surprisingly warm his cum was on the back of your throat, despite how cold he often was.
And all of that was enough to distract you from how much you missed being thoroughly stretched out around his cock.
But the reality was now setting in as you roamed the halls, unable to find him and unable to do anything about the growing restlessness and desire that had settled between your legs.
It wasn't unlike him to vanish for a bit, but it has been three long days and you couldn't stand it any longer. He was probably just out feeding, but he had never been gone this long. Normally, he couldn't wait to get back to you. Was this him testing your endurance? Or had something possibly happened?
You staggered into the chapel, the sudden gust from the door causing the flames of the candles to sputter and drip flecks of hot black wax on the floor.
The night was darker than usual, it was a new moon. If he was feeding, this would be an optimal night. You groaned, you needed something, anything to distract you. The chapel was empty though, it seemed as though no one was around.
You braced yourself against the altar
"Satan below something, anything, please I'm desperate" you hissed at the floor.
"Desperate?" a voice from behind you repeated
You turned and saw V standing in the doorway.
"I would have been back sooner but....I lost the key in the woods. I'd been searching this whole time." He said with a smirk.
"you WHAT?" you wailed. You were sure he was just teasing you, but it may as well be true. You clenched desperately at nothing, the growing void within you getting needier.
"I can't take it anymore, it's been three days, I need you, I need you NOW, please tell me you're joking" you said.
"Undress" was all he said, never taking his eyes off you.
You stripped down to just your thigh high socks and the belt, knowing what was coming wouldn't be enough. Perpetua went to grab you by the waist again.
"No, no it's not enough, I need to feel you I need you inside-"
but before you could finish he had one hand on the front of the belt and one hand on the back. He slid his thigh in between your legs to open them and deftly cracked the belt in half off of your body.
Tossing it aside with a loud clang that echoed through the chapel, he then grabbed you by your waist and folded you in half over the altar.
Keeping his arm firmly around your midsection, and locking your arms in place, with his other hand he slowly began to finger your slit, your wetness soaking through his gloves instantly. You exhaled sharply in desperation, you couldn't move your arms. You were entirely his to be toyed with.
"V, please"
"Papa" he corrected, still running his fingers along the outside of your opening, toying occasionally with your clit.
"Papa, pleaaaaaase" you groaned.
"Please what? Tell your Papa what you want."
You could hear him smiling. He wasn't going to make this easy on you. He loved teasing you too much, but you could tell he wanted you just as bad. You could feel how hard he was, pressed into the side of your thigh as he stroked you.
"PLEASE Papa, fuck me. I want you inside of me, I want to come around you, please" you begged. You couldn't play along anymore, you needed him to fully take you, the emptiness was unbearable.
Deftly, he inserted three fingers inside of you, rapidly stroking the insides of your walls and causing your own slick to run down your bare thighs as you let out a shriek that could have woken the whole Ministry and the cemetery out back
"Like that?" he growled into your ear.
You came almost immediately, your whole body shaking in his arms. He slid the hand he used to fuck you under your chin and turned your face towards his. The shadows from the candles danced across his face and he stared down at you, hungrily.
"Or did you want something else inside you, love?"
Lifting you onto the altar and spreading your legs, your Papa had some lost time to make up for.
