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da-rulah · 1 year ago

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Rituale Septem - Day 2: Sloth

Pairing: (Phantom x f!reader)

Summary: With one sin down, your focus is on day two; the sin of sloth. Terzo sends his Ghouls to take care of your every need, so you don't have to lift a finger...

Rating: Mature, MDNI 18+

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: Male masturbation, soft dom (f), m sub, sort of a servant dynamic (but fully consensual), fingering, grinding, p in v sex, pulling out

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A/N: So, I became a Ghost fan in July, which means I don't know anything about Terzo era Ghouls and would have struggled hugely to write them. I'm aware that Swiss and Dew/Sodo were very briefly on stage with Terzo? (I think?) or at least had silver masks with Cardinal Copia like they do in this fic, but Phantom wouldn't have. Just, for arguments sake, picture them as 'trainee Ghouls', and so have all got silver masks. Thanks. Love ya.

Prev: Day 1 - Lust | Next: Day 3 - Gluttony

Terzo didn’t sleep well that night.

You may have expected him to, spent and exhausted from your exploits together that afternoon but he was wide awake. His head swam with images of you, his cock thickening as he recounted the noises you’d made for him, the way you’d felt around him...

Perhaps it was the pent up lust that had built whilst you had teased each other mercilessly that made his attraction to you so strong – he assumed it would pass, a minor infatuation as he had had many times before. He simply liked how you had fought back against his own teasing and come ready to seduce him right back, giving him a taste of his own medicine.

This week of rituals with himself and whoever else was invited to play with you was the most fresh and exciting injection of vitality to his sex drive he noted in recent years. However, he knew that he couldn’t partake in every ritual each day of the week – he wasn’t the one who needed Lucifer’s guidance. That was you. He was simply a supporting role, but he did know that that first sin with you would not be his last this week.

With his cock hard and aching beneath the silk sheets of his bedding, he grumbled in frustration as his mind swam with more images of taking you as he wished, giving you as much pleasure as you could take before finally giving in himself. He found himself wanting nothing more than to please you, to give you what you needed, to help you.

Terzo’s bare hand snaked across his stomach, giving in to his needs and wrapping his fingers around the base of his solid length to pump himself in time with the footage replaying in his mind's eye of his deep thrusts inside you. He groaned and growled to himself in the darkness of his bedroom, blissfully recounting the memories of that afternoon.

“Ohh, Principessa...” he whispered into the night, climax building embarrassingly fast, but he couldn’t help himself. Within just a few minutes, he was releasing a hurried and powerful load onto the hair across the expanse of his chest.

‘Just an infatuation’, he told himself. ‘This, too, shall pass.’

October 26th

You had every intention of getting up on time. You really did. But when your alarm had sounded, you’d perhaps smashed the snooze button a little too hard and rolled over into another light sleep that became a rather deep sleep.

It was a pounding on your door that woke you – a strong knock, almost aggressive. You shot up from the bed in your nightdress, uncaring of your modesty when the only person you knew would be at your door knocking this angrily would be Secondo.

You were late for work, judging by the sunlight that crept through the cracks of your curtains, and the October chill in the air of your humble little living quarters sent a chill washing over you when you’d peeled your bedsheets back. The knocking persisted, aggressive and loud; only Secondo would be this angry at your tardiness.

As you reached the door that was still being pounded against by his angry fist, you stumbled and latched onto the handle, wrenching it open with a litany of apologies spilling frantically from your mouth. You were never late for Secondo. Just once was a potentially sackable offense.

“Sister, calm down. I’m not Secondo...”

When you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and actually looked at whoever was at the door, you realised that it indeed wasn’t Secondo at all. It was a ghoul, silver shining mask glinting as if just polished.

One of the newer ones, only a few weeks into his role and still in his training phase. And here you were in a satin nightdress that did nothing to hide your pebbled nipples in the cold air of your room – and even behind his mask, you didn’t miss the way his eyes flicked down and widened when he noticed. Heat spread across your face in embarrassment, and you hid yourself behind the door, head poking from around the corner to talk to the ghoul.

He shook his head as if to rid himself of the image before he continued.

“Sorry, uh... Phantom, Sister. I’ve been sent by Papa?” he seemed just as confused as you did.

“S-Secondo sent a ghoul for me?” Your stomach dropped, knowing that if he hadn’t come to get you himself it was because he was too busy to – because you weren’t there to help him with his workload. And he’d be more pissed than you imagined. “Shit!”

“Oh, no! Sorry, I’m not... I wasn’t sent by Secondo, but Papa Terzo. He asked me to give you this?” he reached into the pocket of his trousers and handed you an envelope addressed to ‘Principessa’; his crest embedded in the wax seal on the back. Butterflies rammed your stomach lining as if they themselves were trying to get to the letter in his hand. You took it from him and ripped into it anxiously...

Good morning, Principessa. Did you sleep well last night? I certainly did not. Too much on my mind after yesterday... Each time I shut my eyes expecting the usual black void, all I could see was purple... I suppose you could say, I had my hands full most of the night. Imagine a wink, here. I believe you will need your rest today, no? You seemed somewhat sleepy when I last saw you yesterday. I can’t imagine why... but I have arranged for you to have the day off. I have some rules for you to follow, however, and they MUST be followed. 1. You are not to lift a finger, all day. This includes walking, eating, drinking - anything. (I will only make exceptions for using the bathroom and breathing.) 2. Ghouls will be on hand to help you through the day. First, our newest Ghoul, Phantom, will be at your beck and call. Go easy on him, he’s a nuisance but he’s quite shy. 3. The Ghouls are there willingly to help you with ALL of your needs. They are consenting and on hand should you need... anything. 4. If you have any questions, you send them to me via. Ghoul. You do not leave your abode today, you stay put and enjoy your lazy day. Break my rules, and the ritual is over. I will come and see you when I get a spare moment this evening. Put my Ghouls to good use, Sorella. Papa Emeritus III

You looked over the cursive and furrowed your brows. His cheek shone through even in his handwriting, toying with you and clearly enjoying it. You did have to smirk a little that you’d made your way so far into his head that your choice of lingerie had haunted him as he’d tried to sleep. ‘Had my hands full most of the night’... Did he mean what you thought he meant?

“So... you’re like, waiting on me?” you asked Phantom, who stood patiently waiting at your threshold.

“I guess so. He told me to take care of every need that arose. I can't let you do anything yourself. He didn’t say why, but told me he’d send me to the ninth circle of hell for treachery if I failed...” he explained, scratching the back of his neck anxiously.

“Oh... he wouldn’t do that, Phantom. Just so you know,” you tried to reassure him.

“You didn’t see the look on his face...” he chuckled, absolutely no humour behind it. “Still, he gave me a choice and explained what today entailed. I agreed. So uh, anything you need, I’m at your service.”

You wondered if he had deliberately emphasised part of that on purpose, sounding somewhat suggestive... And then it dawned on you.

Papa was giving you an easy way to perform sin today.

Sloth.

“Well, I suppose you’d better come in then,” you smiled, opening the door and stepping away from it, modesty long forgotten. Phantom stepped inside, nervously ringing his hands and standing awkwardly in the cramped little living space between your couch and practically ancient TV set. You moved to sit on the couch, getting comfortable seeing as you were apparently confined to it for the day.

“C-can I get you anything, sister?” he asked, eager to please already.

“Uh... I haven’t had breakfast yet?”

“On it!” he hurried, trotting into your little kitchenette, fishing through your fridge and cupboard to pull together ingredients to make you something from scratch, while you flicked on the TV to some pretentious morning show and kept an eye on the ghoul making a mess and a racket in your kitchen.

Perhaps a day off, lounging around and not lifting a finger would be nice...

Secondo was positively seething as he stomped into Terzo’s office, not bothering to knock and ignoring Sister Christine’s attempts to stall or calm him.

“Ah, come on in, fratello,” Terzo invited with sarcasm dripping from every word and a smug smile on his painted face.

“You gave my assistant the day off?! What right do you have? Do you know how much work I have to do?” he yelled, slamming his fist down on Terzo’s desk. “I think your title is going to your testone, fratellino (fat head, little brother)...”

Terzo’s smug smile vanished and a look of vague annoyance took over as he rose from his chair, readying for confrontation.

“And you seem to forget you lost yours,” he taunted. Secondo’s eyes widened before he grabbed the collar of his brother's shirt, pulling him far enough over the desk he could headbutt him if the need arose.

“Attento a come parli (watch your mouth),” he warned through grit teeth. He pushed Terzo back and took a step away from the desk. “Sister ____ is my staff. You had no authority!”

“Actually, I think you’ll find I do. I’m sure you’ll manage a singular day without her.”

Secondo knew there was no use in arguing with his brother, both ridiculously stubborn men in their own right. He huffed and turned to leave, shoes clacking loudly on the stone flooring.

“You work her too hard, fratello mio...” Terzo smirked. Secondo span on his heels, chewing the inside of his cheek to stop an onslaught of abuse from spilling from him like word vomit.

“Me?! You insolent little shit. I’m sure you worked her harder than necessary yesterday,” he accused. “What, is she your next little fixation? Your new little prediletta (favourite)?”

He couldn’t explain why, but Secondo’s insinuation that you were just another notch on his bedpost annoyed him more than being interrupted and screamed at in the first place. Sure, he had a reputation as a ladies’ man – and a man’s man too, for that matter – but perhaps it was merely Secondo’s tone that bothered him.

“Perhaps, before you judge, you would care to ask why your assistant is suddenly spending time with me after very little interaction at all in the past sixteen years since she took her vows, hm?”

Secondo laughed bitterly. “Please, do enlighten me!”

Terzo stalled for a moment – he wasn’t sure you wanted anybody else knowing, much less your boss. But if he was being this much trouble on day two of the seven, he could get in the way and ruin your chances at completing the ritual at all. If Secondo knew, perhaps he would step back, and allow you your chance to find yourself at the end of these seven days...

“She is performing a ritual. A very intense and laborious ritual. It takes place over seven days, and it must happen now, before All Hallow’s Eve.”

Secondo’s brow furrowed and his eyes squinted in suspicion, curiously searching the archives in his mind full of rituals and spells he had learned over the years. And then it dawned on him...

“Rituale Septem?” he barely whispered the name, shocked you would even attempt such a thing. He didn’t think you the type to be comfortable with such an extensive and invasive ritual. “Why would she need to speak with The Dark One?”

“She feels lost, fratello. I’m trying to guide my flock back onto a path she is able to see for herself. Do you understand?”

“Are you telling me she... is experiencing doubts?” For the first time in Satan knew how many years, Terzo saw hurt flash across his brother’s face. His hardened exterior was always a mask, that much was true, but the mention that perhaps the closest person he had to a friend in the ministry was doubting her position, doubting her faith... it stung him, and his mask slipped for just a moment.

“It’s not personal, Secondo. We mustn’t take it as such. But yes, she is doubting Him. Is it not my job to attempt whatever necessary when she is so desperate to hear His voice?”

Secondo thought for a moment, slowly sitting down in one of the chairs in front of Terzo’s desk.

“Sì, sì... Non ne avevo idea (I had no idea)…" he sighed. “Why would she not feel she could come to me?” His genuine confusion and disappointment were clear in his voice. He knew his rituals so well, had the deepest knowledge of anyone in the Ministry. He could have helped you, surely?

“Fratello, I mean no disrespect when I say this but... you are not the most emotionally available man to open up to, se sai cosa voglio dire (if you know what I mean). I believe she was worried you would be angry at her for her doubts,” Terzo explained, a gentility to his voice. He knew you meant more to Secondo than simply an employee. You don't work side by side with someone for six years and not develop some form of relationship.

Secondo’s mind ticked over, before he settled upon understanding rather than jumping straight into defensiveness. As much as he would like to, he couldn’t argue with that. Instead, he conceded, wanting nothing more than to help in any way he could.

“What do you need from me?” His head snapped up to look at Terzo who stood watching in amazement at his change in demeanour.

“Your co-operation,” he pleaded. “Today I’ve planned sloth for her. She must stay home and not lift a finger all day.”

“Concordato (agreed). Anything else?”

Terzo thought for a moment, going over the plans he had made for the week ahead to see if there was indeed anything Secondo could do.

“Actually, sì... There is perhaps one particular sin you would be very useful for...”

Your morning was, indeed, as lazy as Papa had intended for you. Phantom took three attempts to make an edible batch of pancakes since he categorically said no to every time you went to move from the couch and help him. He was right, of course. You had to stay put, but it wasn’t natural for you and it took fighting every natural instinct in your body not to help or tend to your needs yourself.

He’d done everything for you that morning, carrying you if you needed to walk, spoon-feeding you like a roman emperor (although you’re sure Julius Caesar didn’t have to sit through three rounds of ‘here comes the choo-choo train’). It felt wrong, but wasn’t that entirely the point? Sinning.

But you hadn’t expected it to feel so icky – icky being the only word appropriate for how the feeling of lording over someone as your servant made you feel a little drunk with power. And with Phantom so eager to please, running here, there and everywhere for you, you were fighting hard not to let the power go to your head.

As the morning dragged on, you became increasingly aware of the fact he was here to tend to any need you had, mulling over how he had made it abundantly clear that he was here and willing. Well, you could tell that in his eagerness to please, rushing to your side whenever you needed something and going above and beyond to make you comfortable. He was being a good little servant, and a part of you was ready to test the waters, so to speak...

“Phantom, would you do something for me?” you asked, to which his masked head snapped to you from where he sat watching daytime TV with you, and he nodded fervently. “I... could do with a bath... would you mind running one for me?”

Even behind the silver eye holes you saw enough to see his eyes widen. “S-sure, yeah... Bubbles and stuff?” he asked.

“Hmm,” you hummed, eyes fluttering closed as you imagined the warmth of aromatic waters submerging you, “please...”

When you looked, Phantom’s jaw had gone slack, and the poor Ghoul was staring intently at you. He jumped up with a startling speed with a “yes, sister!” and scurried off into your bathroom where you heard the faucets squeaking in protest and a heavy flow of water hitting the tub’s surface. You smirked a little at his enthusiasm, playing with the lace hem of your nightdress you were yet to change out of. You watched in delight as he scurried in and out of your little apartment gathering supplies you didn’t have to hand from Papa Primo’s gardens and the store cupboards near the chapel.

It took him 20 minutes before he was satisfied with the bath he’d drawn for you, stepping out of the bathroom and stopping in the doorway to announce it was ready. You began to stand, only to have him on his knees in front of you in a flash with a scream of “No! No...” and hands on your bare knees. He looked down at where his flesh had come into contact with your own and jumped back a little in shock.

“I mean, I’ll... I have to carry you.”

“Oh, of course. Silly me,” you smiled sweetly, as if this wasn’t exactly your plan – a power play. Because whether you saw it yet, or not, being waited on hand and foot, treated with respect that verged on worship was beginning to go to your head a little.

He slipped his arms under your knees, the other around your back and lifted you effortlessly bridal style, carrying you to the bathroom where he sat you on the edge of the tub. Frankly, you couldn’t believe the effort he’d gone to...

From Papa Primo’s stores, the water was filled with aromatic flowers and oils, bubbles stacked high at one end as steam rose from the surface. From the chapel’s store cupboards, the room was alight with black candles on every available surface, a soft warm glow flickering around the small room.

“I’ll um, let you... undress,” he nodded shyly as your nightgown and stood, turning his back to you and averting his gaze from the steamed mirror for good measure. But you had other ideas...

“Phantooooom,” you whined, “I don’t think I can. I’m not supposed to do anything today...”

You saw his shoulders rise and fall in a deep breath, as if he were doing his best to remain composed, before he slowly turned around and nodded. He stepped towards you, hands trembling a little, as he knelt and began to push the hem of your nightdress up your thighs slowly. He seemed to be savouring the moment a little, maybe it was just nerves, but you could see him bite his lip the higher the satin rose.

As it grazed over your hips, lifting up past your ass with a bit of a shuffle from you, you could hear the way he gulped, eyes trained on the skimpy panties you had underneath. His anguish only got worse when lifting higher, your bare breasts were exposed before him, and you raised your arms to allow him to easily remove the nightdress completely.

You smiled at him softly, waiting for him to continue and giving him the green light to do so. He exhaled a breath he’d been holding, fingers curling into the hem of your panties at your hips where he began to drag them down your thighs. He refused to look at where he’d now exposed, a blush spreading across his face that he was grateful was hidden by his mask. He felt a sense of shame for being even remotely turned on by this, but the shame was so exciting. For him, and for you...

To save him a little from combusting and leaving scorch marks on your bathroom floor, you crossed your legs in what could be considered a very seductive looking pose, and ran your fingers through the water behind you with a soft hum.

“Is...is the temperature okay?” he asked, strictly looking only at your face and your face alone.

“Perfect, thank you, Phantom,” you reached your dry hand to pinch gently and affectionately at his exposed chin. “Would you mind?”

He shook his head, again moving to roll his shirt sleeves up his arms and lifting you bridal style, gently lowering you into the water. As you sank into the water in his arms, you let a satisfied little moan slip from your lips, and felt the way his arms tensed. Now fully bathed, he stood and wiped his forearms on a towel and went to exit the room, leaving you with privacy and giving him a chance to calm down and uh... soften up.

So, when you stopped him, and asked him to sit with you because you “wanted someone to talk to”, he inwardly groaned and agreed. He was trying so desperately to avoid temptation, to only act on requests as Papa had told him to do.

“You only do the things she asks of you, Phantom. You do not try to seduce her, hai capito? (understand)? You do not make any moves. You let her come to you, if she wishes. You respect her wishes, sì?”

Of course, he’d respect your wishes. He would never do anything untoward, never push you or attempt to guide you to him. He was very much aware you held the power today and if he was being honest, he much preferred it that way.

But you were making it so hard for him to remain professional when all he wanted was to beg and plead for you to let him take care of you.

Especially when you asked him to wash you.

He found himself on his knees beside the tub, carefully and slowly scrubbing at the expanse of your chest, watching the suds wash away and the shine of the water glinting in the candlelight on your skin. It was hypnotising, and your little moans of bliss were killing him slowly, like hands squeezing the life out him by the neck.

You slipped down further into the tub, your legs bent and parting to make way for him to trail the washcloth between your thighs where a heat was blooming aside from the warmth of the water. He got the message, averting his eyes and running the washcloth over your core gently. You moaned again, this time a little louder at the pressure to where you needed it. Before he knew what he was doing, he was moaning too at the sound and the strain in his pants.

His eyes shot open and his head snapped to stare at you, hand clutching the washcloth stilling in shock and fear.

“I-I... Sister, I... I’m so sorr-” he began to apologise frantically, his hand started to retreat until you grabbed his wrist and stilled him.

“Do you want to stop?” you asked him honestly, giving him an option to back out now if he wished.

He shook his head. “I... want to please,” he admitted.

Slowly, you let go of his wrist, laying back against the tub with eyes trained on his. Gradually his hand resumed, dragging the washcloth between your legs and sending a wave of pleasure through your body. You arched your back a little, eyes closing and lips parting.

His movements remained slow, deliberate. He watched your face contort and your body writhe as the sensations built. On his knees, his own hips began to buck in search of some sort of pressure against his hidden erection. His spare hand groped and squeezed at himself, little grunts sounding every so often that made your lips quirk up into a smirk.

“D-does it... feel okay?” he asked. The poor Ghoul beside the tub was struggling, and when you opened your eyes to look at him, a pang of lust speared its way through your chest.

His lips were reddened and swollen, paint long gone from where he’d been biting at them. You could see his arm moving, but not where, and you drew your own conclusion that Phantom was in fact touching himself.

“It feels amazing...” you purred, reaching a hand out to trace the metal of his mask down to his exposed chin, fingers wet and warm with bath water. “You’re doing so good, Phantom.”

The whimper that came from the man in front of you was pathetic, but it made your walls clench around nothing. He liked that.

Only then did you realise the details of the events leading to now. He wanted to please you, to bow to your every whim. He was whimpering just at making you feel good, and when you praised him? If that whimper was anything to go by, in tandem with the way his hips bucked into his own grasp, this was a man who liked being powerless to you.

He liked being your servant.

“Will you use your fingers, Phantom? I need more...” you asked.

“Wh-whatever you need, sister...” He let go of the washcloth immediately, letting it float to the surface of the bath to be replaced by his fingers heading straight for your clit. You gasped at the contact, finally feeling the pressure you needed where he’d worked you up.

The hand on his groin grasped his hard on tightly, staving off a premature climax that would surely embarrass him.

His fingers circled your bundle of nerves with fervour, desperate to please and have you come undone. Ripples of ecstasy flowed through your body, moans and whines spilling freely from you. It was music to his ears, hearing how good he was making you feel.

“I-inside, Phantom. Please,” you begged, parting your legs as wide as you could for him. He growled, the hand on his crotch gripping the edge of the bathtub as he leaned over you, dipping his fingers through your folds before easily slipping two inside of you. You cried out, feeling full and immediately alive with electricity jolting through your veins.

You gripped onto the collar of his shirt, pulling him further over you as you writhed under him. His fingers curled and fucked into your heat, hitting where you needed him most.

“Shit, just like that...” His movements weren’t particularly gentle, but the aggression wasn’t just pure aggression, but desperation. How badly he wanted to give you the pleasure you sought...

When you looked over at him, you could see his hips bucking against nothing, hopelessly rutting into the air for any friction he could muster. From what you could see of his face, he looked wrecked. His lips were curled back over his teeth which grit together at the strain, his eyes wide and watery as if he would cry if you ever made him stop now.

You felt sorry for him, chasing a high he wouldn’t get so long as he continued to fuck into the air like this. And who were you to deny him the same pleasure he was so eager to give you?

“Ph-Phantom... look at me,” you tugged once at his collar, his eyes finding yours but hand never slowing. He could have cum just from the fucked out look on your face alone. “Will you... will you fuck me?” you asked breathlessly.

His fingers rammed into you harder at the thought and you screamed out, pulling him towards you, your forehead clashing with the forehead of his mask. You stared darkly into his eyes.

“If you want me to...” he growled, “Sathanas, tell me you want me to...” he begged.

You pushed his arm away from your cunt and sat up onto your knees before leaning over the opposite end of the bathtub and arching your back, giving him an eyeful of your exposed cunt glistening in the candlelight as the bathwater sloshed and lapped at your skin.

“Fuck me, Phantom...” you instructed. In a flash, the Ghoul stood and leapt into the tub, water and flower petals spilling over the sides and splashing to the floor. He was too far gone, too fucking desperate to even think about removing his clothes or boots and he cursed to himself when he realised what he’d done, but made no moves to rectify it – it was too late for that anyway.

Instead, he knelt and unzipped the fly of his pants, pushed his suspenders off his shoulders and pushed them down with his underwear just enough for his length to spring free. He took a deep breath, steadying himself and slowly ran the head of his cock through your folds. His free hand came to rest on your hips, gently squeezing the flesh there and stroking his thumb over the skin.

You waited patiently, letting him enjoy the moment as you relaxed in his hold, leaning lazily over the edge of the tub with your head on your arms. Slowly, he pushed himself inside you, a cracked groan leaving his throat with each inch that sank into you. Somehow, you felt warmer and wetter than the bathwater that surrounded his legs – and it felt glorious.

His thrusts began slow, savouring the feeling as whimpers and shudders shook his body behind you. He got lost in his own pleasure for a moment before remembering you were his prime concern, your pleasure more important that his own. He wanted to be good for you, for you to tell him he was being good for you again.

“Is this... oh fuck, is this okay?” he asked as he set his pace, fishing for compliments. He sounded like he was pleading with you, needily pleading for affirmations.

“So good, Phantom... Such a good boy for me, hm?”

The noise that erupted from the Ghoul behind you shocked even you, an involuntary cry that sparked him to rut his hips against you until the water around him splashed and sloshed around the pair of you, the sounds of wet skin slapping together ricocheting off the tiled walls of your bathroom. His pace was unforgiving, slamming over and over again into your g-spot and forcing cry after cry of pleasure to erupt from within you.

His hand reached around you, coming to sit between your thighs as his fingers worked your clit, his chest – still covered by his now soaked shirt – resting against your back. Coupling Phantom’s hard work with the feeling of the warmth of the water and the aromatic floral scents you felt like you’d reached a type of bliss you’d only ever read about. Your eyes fluttered shut, teeth biting into the flesh of your arm where you lay on it to quiet your moans.

Before long the heat in your abdomen grew, coil winding tightly and dangling you on the edge of climax while his cock and fingers worked so hard to tip you over. All you needed was a little bit of extra help – you needed to know what Phantom was thinking.

“H-how does it feel, sweetie?” you asked him in your most condescending voice you could muster while he pounded into you. You felt his hand on your hip squeeze your flesh hard.

“So good... you feel so good, sister.”

“You’re being so good, Phantom. My good boy, hm?” you praised.

“F-fuck, yes... your good boy. I’m... I’m your good boy,” he whined, affected by your praise more than you could have imagined.

“Are you... gonna... make me cum, sweetie?”

“Uh-huh... Yes, ma’am. Want you to cum so bad,” he admitted, “need it!” You were getting so close, that familiar feeling now right on the cusp of snapping.

“What do you say then, sweetie?” you asked, hoping he’d catch on. And in his current state, his mind bent and broken and filled with nothing but his need to push you into climax before he could, he didn’t need to think. His answer was instinctual.

“Please!” he yelled, “Please cum for me... N-need to feel you, need it... Please!”

It was all you needed to send you into a spiral, the coil snapping and springing free as your orgasm washed over you faster than the sloshing water. Your walls tightened around him, cunt squeezing him so hard it was almost impossible to keep up his pace. Your pussy gushed around him, only noticeable in the rocky water by the sheer amount of it when the waves would subside before crashing against your skin with another thrust.

Phantom lost his mind behind you, biting into his lip and doing his very best to keep up with you, fingers attacking your slit still while he slammed against you. The fog that had overtaken your mind as you came began to clear, the aftershocks powerful still with the way he continued to now chase his own release.

“Y-your turn now, sweetie,” you coached him through it, giving him the encouragement he’d need to reach his own end now you were fully satiated. When you looked back at him, he looked like he was in pain, the way his eyes were screwed shut and his teeth were bared. “Will you cum for me?”

“Fuck, can I, ma’am?” he asked, unable to look at you as he continued his thrusts.

“Yes...”

"Thank you, ma’am!” he roared, pulling his cock out from where he’d been buried inside you and jerking himself once, twice before spilling his load on the third across the swell of your ass. He fell over you, slipping from his position on his knees and relying on his arms to prop him up on the bathtub to stop him collapsing on top of you.

The two of you stayed there for a moment, panting, trying to shake off the exhaustion. The water around you both calmed, gentle waves much lower than the water level had been when he’d lowered you into it...

Eventually, you turned to lay on your back under him, letting the water cover your body but hiding nothing from him now that the bubbles had disappeared. You smiled up at him lazily, tired and satisfied.

Phantom looked up and around him, then down at his soaked clothes and softening length. He started laughing, shaking his head in disbelief at his own stupidity. You joined him, pulling at the loose suspenders still clipped to the jeans that clung to his thighs as you laughed.

Eventually he had climbed out of the tub, ringing out his clothes as best he could with them still clinging to him, and wrapped himself in a towel as he concealed himself. Without a change of clothes to hand, he’d have to remain damp.

He carried you from the tub to your bedroom, clad in a towel yourself and helped you dry off, giving you a new set of loungewear to wear that wasn’t quite as tempting as your previous outfit – there was only so much he could take in one day – and carried you back to the living room, dampening you slightly again with his clothes.

Just as he’d sat you down, there was a knock at the door. He moved to open it for you as you sat back and relaxed, revealing another two of the Ghouls in training, slightly more experienced than Phantom; Dewdrop and Swiss.

Swiss cocked his head in confusion, looking Phantom up and down as he took in the clothes that still clung to him.

“What the fuck happened to you?” he asked him, Dewdrop snickering and looking around him to wave at you. You waved back sheepishly, suddenly embarrassed that you’d have to explain... this.

“I, um... fell in the bath,” he lied, scratching the back of his neck. “Actually, it’s still kind of a mess, I should, um... clean up the water,” he said, excusing himself to go mop up the excess water from the floor and return your bathroom to a somewhat untouched state.

“Yeah, you go do that...” Swiss laughed, patting his wet shoulder as he left and stepping inside your apartment with Dewdrop close behind. “How are you, sister?”

“Uh, yeah good. Relaxed,” you smiled at him as he sat beside you, Dewdrop hovering silently still after shutting your door. From the few weeks these newer Ghouls had been at the ministry, you’d spent a little more time around Swiss. He could do a bit of everything, and you often found him in places you were during your working hours, fetching things for Secondo.

“I bet you are,” Swiss teased, looking to where the bathroom door lay open, candlelight still flickering. “Did we miss the fun?” Phantom’s head shot up from where he’d been mopping the floor and slammed the door shut with a swift kick. Swiss just laughed.

“Well, I can’t deny we’re disappointed, Sister. I had hoped maybe he’d have saved a little of you for us,” he motioned to Dewdrop with a nod of his head, “but hey, if there’s anything we can do for you, we’re here. Papa was very clear in his instructions,” he shrugged, sitting back against the couch cushions.

“Nothing right now, thanks. Just some trash TV,” you chuckled awkwardly.

“Say no more,” Swiss snapped his fingers at Dewdrop who rolled his eyes and darted into your bedroom, coming back with a blanket and spare pillow for you to cosy yourself up with. He sat on the floor between you and Swiss, back against the couch.

The day continued much like this. Phantom returned your bathroom to normality then sat himself on a chair in the corner, shy and embarrassed by Swiss’ constant teasing. You binge watched pointless shows and allowed Dewdrop to give you a foot massage, while Swiss worked some form of Black Magic in the kitchen to make the most artery-clogging, delicious ‘lazy-day extravaganza’ as he had put it. Finding yourself full of disgustingly good food and exhausted from the day, you easily drifted to sleep on the couch against Swiss’ shoulder.

Terzo had no idea what he would find when he knocked on your door that evening. Had his Ghouls done as asked? Had you wanted them to go as far as to please the Dark One and help you revel in sin past the laziness of being waited on?

He was more than willing to step in if he had to; hoped for it, even. You’d been on his mind all fucking day, elements of your afternoon in his office replaying in his mind like a roll of film stuck in a projector. He wanted you again, couldn’t think of anything else as he’d tried so damn hard to get something, anything, done today.

His knuckles rasped on your door sometime after 8pm, after his final meeting when he could finally scuttle off to find you. Dewdrop answered the door, bowing silently to his Papa and stepping aside to let him in. What he found, was Swiss laying out across the couch, Dewdrop moving to sit on the floor where he’d been all afternoon, and Phantom sat in a chair in the corner, unable to look him in the eye and shivering as if he were cold.

And... was he damp?

But you were nowhere in sight.

“Where is Sorella _____?” he asked them. Swiss, who didn’t look up from the TV in front of him, answered.

“Her bedroom, Papa. She was, uh...” he looked behind him at Phantom, who’s head hung in shame and arms crossed over his chest to make himself smaller, “quite exhausted after her bath today.” The smile on Swiss’ face – a shit-eating grin of straight lips and pearly teeth – as he looked at Papa told him enough.

“You didn't think to undress yourself first, Ghoul?” he smirked, scoffing a little. Phantom stayed silent, humiliated. “Go, change. You’re shivering, stupido (stupid [playful]).”

Phantom stood from the chair nodding, his damp jeans squeaking and sodden boots squelching and rushed past Papa in the doorway, closing the door behind him. Terzo couldn’t really blame him – he'd dive headfirst into a pit of boiling tar if it meant getting to spend another night wrapped up in you.

In fact, he found himself incredibly disappointed that he wouldn’t get to revel in sin with you today, to let you lazily use him for your own pleasures as he had hoped tonight. He had instructed his Ghouls to take care of your needs, of course, but knowing that they had stirred up a small dose of an ugly emotion in him. Still, there were plenty more opportunities to explore that pleasure with you in the coming days, and he forced himself to think nothing more on the matter.

Terzo made his way over to your bedroom door, quietly letting himself in and shutting it behind him. Your room was dark, dimly lit by a small lamp in the corner of the room. His eyes adjusted, and he saw you curled up in a ball under the covers, chest rising and falling softly as you slept. He smiled to himself, moving to sit at the edge of your bed, watching you in peace for a moment.

Quietly, he removed the glove from his right hand, using his now bare fingers to gently move a strand of hair from your face and tuck it back, wanting nothing to obstruct your pretty face from him. Despite his gentility, you stirred with a soft hum and opened your eyes.

“Papa?” you whispered, squinting at him in the darkness.

“Buonasera, Principessa, (Good evening, Princess,)” he smiled, “I trust you have done absolutely niente (nothing) all day, sì?”

You nodded sleepily, “Wasn’t allowed to walk two steps to go to the bathroom.” He chuckled at your incredulous tone – he figured someone as hard-working and self-sufficient as you would have trouble with today’s sin.

“I hear you don’t need my help this evening, either?” he teased, his hand – which you hadn’t even registered was gloveless – pushed your hair back again. You were grateful for the darkness, hiding the blush forming on your cheeks. “Phantom was still damp when I arrived. Did that idiota really jump in clothed?” he laughed softly.

You hid your face in your pillow, shy and flustered. “He was a bit excited...” you admitted, muffled by your pillow. Terzo cackled at that.

“I can’t blame him...” he shrugged. “I shall leave you to sleep then, hm? Go cross Sloth off our little list?”

You turned your head back, getting comfortable and ready to drift into sleep again. “Should I go back to work tomorrow?” you asked, stifling a yawn.

“Please. I don’t think Secondo would allow me to keep all of my limbs if you didn’t show again...” he laughed, “but would you join me for dinner tomorrow, Principessa?”

“Of course, Papa,” you agreed, already looking forward to spending more time with him.

“Bene (good). Around 7:30pm, my quarters.” He stroked your hair as your eyes drifted closed, sitting with you as the claws of sleep dug themselves firmly back into you. “Buona notte, cara mia... (Goodnight, my dear...)” he whispered.

The last thing you remembered before darkness took over, was the vague feeling of soft, pillowy lips pressing to your cheek.

Prev: Day 1 - Lust | Next: Day 3 - Gluttony

A huge thank you to @her-satanic-wiles for beta reading, and @adinferix for fine tuning the Italian translations! 🖤

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queenofbaws · 3 months ago

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Hi Queenie! I hope you’re having a lovely day 😁 I was wondering if you would ever consider writing another story like The Almost(s) 🥺 within the Until Dawn universe something which deals with character studies, darker and angstier themes either before Hannah & Beth died or after the events if everyone survived, because I loved the scenes you wrote when the characters were in college, and I think you’d be great at writing scenes set in high school🥺

I was also wondering if you would ever consider writing another character study fic for the counsellors in The Quarry, such as what they get up to while they are counselling before the events take place (similar to your prequel for Until Dawn - The Almosts) 🥺

And one final question, hahahaha, I love your writing so much and your The Almosts series is the best fanfiction I have ever read. I also think it’s one of my favourite books ever! I love your writing, and I think you’re such a good writer, and I know a lot of people agree with me on that :)) I just wanted to ask you, I know that so many writers are hard on themselves and I was just wondering do you feel proud of your The Almosts series too and the rest of your writing :)) I hope you do, because your writing is amazing ❤️❤️

🥹

oh my gosh, well i'm having a lovely day now, thank you very much! hehehe ;P

as of right now, i can't say that i have any plans for a big, heavy, character study fic taking place for either of those - that doesn't mean i'm saying i'll never do it, of course, but for the time being, i'm sorry to say that the answer to your first two questions is probably not 😔

ALAS, i am...so very old, and once the first week of october comes around i'll be even older than that, so while i very, very much appreciate your faith in me, i'm afraid any high school stuff i'd write would come across as unbeLIEVABLY out of touch slkjflksdj and while i love the hacketteers so, so much, i don't know that i have any solid ideas to really delve into surrounding their story at the moment.

that being said, i do have a fic underway that - to me!!! in MY heart!!! - is very much the spiritual successor to the (almost)s, and that's like wringing blood from a stone. it's set in the quarry, and covers the events before, during (and maybe even after ;)c ) the game itself, but it's focused on the hacketts, and not the hacketteers. i consider it the spiritual successor to t(a) because t(a) was a big, involved story about changing friendships and grieving and mourning those changes - stuff i was dealing with pretty heavily at the time of writing it - and like wringing blood is about family and generational cycles and the struggle of always being seen as someone's child despite being a full-grown adult; also...things...i am dealing with pretty heavily at the time of writing, hahaha! but it's obviously very different than t(a), it's an entirely different universe, so i FULLY understand it might not have the same appeal!

and oh my gosh, you absolutely put the biggest, sappiest smile on my face with your kind words, thank you so, so much!!! ...but i have to be honest here - i AM very proud of the (almost)s, it's unquestionably the project that i sort of judge all my other writing against, and while i strive to be proud of everything i write...i am very hard on myself! i do get down about my writing fairly often, and let me tell you, that self-doubt? it comes creeping in more often that i'd like to admit. BUT!!! personally, i think that's an important, if unpleasant, part of being a creator: the day we stop questioning ourselves is the day we stop trying to improve! so i always try not to let it get me too down, and i keep chugging along, but i'd be a liar if i said i'm always happy with my work.

so it makes my heart grow at LEAST three grinchy sizes when someone like YOU waves from readerland and says something i put out there resounded with them 🥹 hehehe truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so, so much for reading, and for making me smile 💖

#galaxyrainbowcat #asks #the almosts #i'm having a real sleepy day over here today and this made me legit tear up lol #i have so many plans for future fics - for ud and tq!!! - i'm just sorry to say none of them will likely be close to what t(a) was #got a lot more lighthearted stuff planned for the time being!!! mostly because like wringing blood is taking up all my like. big emotions h

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profound-bouquetbird · 2 years ago

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Hey! 😄

Can I request a fluffy long oneshot with prompts: "Uh-m, H-hunter? I'm not too s-sure about t-this one.." & "Can I see?" about Hunter (TOH) and shy!fem!human!reader are going to the swimsuit shopping at outlet mall on Human Realm? How would Hunter reacts to shy!fem!human!reader trying on/modeling three swimsuits for him? Hint: This swimsuit shopping idea was Luz who gives a advice to her for catching Hunter's attention. 😂 I really live for flustered Hunter! Please??

Omg i absolutely love this idea!! Sorry that it took me this long to get to your request!

Key words: f/c - favorite colour; f/p - favorite pattern

Anyway, as to not make this a/n long af I'm going to start this oneshot here (don't mind the gif)

You and Hunter were currently walking through the outlet mall, you growing more and more nervous by the second as you were approaching the shop you were begging Hunter to go to with you

Luz had told you that is was a good idea to go swimsuit shopping with Hunter, since Hunter's quote 'great with fashion' end quote

Hunter was of course oblivious to this idea while you were sweating bullets, only being able to think of the multiple outcomes, knowing that at least one of them would be Hunter's reaction

The two of you walk into the store and you start to walk towards the swimsuit area

Hunter tilted his head slightly. He had though tht you were only here to buy some t-shirts? So why were you going to the swimsuit area

"Uh Y/n? The t-shirts are that way." Hunter said, pointing towards the multiple rows of t-shirts with cringe writing on the front

"Oh- well, I remembered that I don't have any swimming suits." You said awkwardly, grabbing three swimsuits that looked the most appealing. Grabbing Hunter's wrist you started to walk towards the changing rooms

Hunter sat down on one of the benches that was right across the changing room that you entered seconds ago

"Since you're here. I though that you sould... Rate the swimsuits or something..." You mumbled, locking the door as you started to get changed, grabbing a two peace baby blue swimsuit that had daisy's all over it

Putting if on you looked in the mirror that was in the changing room, that you checked previously if it was a one-way mirror or not, a light pink blush covering your cheeks as you turned around and unlocked the door

"Uh-m , H-hunter? I'm not too s-sure about t-this one.." You stuttered, opening the door lightly so that only your head peaked out

"Can I see?" Hunter asked, tilting his head as a warm smile spread across his face. You sighed, opening the door fully

Hunter's face turned a brings pink as he looked you up and down, admiring your beauty. He coughed, turning his gaze away as he mumbled

"Lo-oks great." You laughed lightly, pink dusting your cheeks as you turned around and closed the door, locking it

"Well, we have to go through two more swimsuits." You laughed, already taking off the previous swimsuit and grabbing another

"Ok-Okay." You heard him stutter. You finally manage to out on the swimsuit as you looked at yourself in the mirror. It was a one peace black swimsuit with what looked like stars and an open back that looked like it was tied, each string having a white streak in the middle

You unlocked the door and walked out, Hunter's gaze switched from what looked like a magazine to you, a pinkish hue lighting up his cheeks

"Wh-what about this one?" I said, turning around to give him a full view on the swimsuit

"Looks gr-great." He mumbled, you smiled lightly and rolled your eyes playfully

"You can't just say 'Looks great' on every single swimsuit." I laughed, grabbing the changing rooms door handle, ready to walk in

"But you look great in all of those swimsuits!" He groaned, covering his face with his hands to cover his blush, you giggled as you entered the changing room

"W-well, this is the last swimsuit. So you're gonna have to pick between these three." You sighed, already struggling to take off the swimsuit you were wearing

"Can't you pick?" He asked

"Nope." You said, laughing lightly as Hunter groaned from the other end of the door

Finally taking off your swimsuit you picked up the last one, and it conveniently turned out to be the best looking one, at least to you

It was a one/ two peace in a f/c colour with what looks like f/p. You smiled as you started to out it on, surprisingly it was a lot easier to put on than the previous one

Looking at yourself in the mirror you smiled lightly at yourself, turning around you unlocked the door and walked out. Seeing Hunter already looking your way, his ears and cheeks turned bright red as he looked at your figure

"What about this one?" I asked, doing a spin as Hunter cleared his throat

"That's the one." He sighed, looking at you with dreamy eyes. I giggled lightly and blushed, turning around I closed and locked the changing rooms door and quickly changed in to my normal clothes

Getting out hunter quickly stood up and walked towards me with a smile, kissing my cheek. I blushed and laughed lightly

"What was that for?" I giggled, walking towards the section that we got the three swimsuits from

"Just for being a great model." He shrugged, I rolled my eyes playfully and put two of the swimsuits back, keeping the one that Hunter chose for me

I turned around and kissed his lips, chuckling as I saw him turn a bright red colour

"What was that for?" He asked, putting a hand onto his lips

"For being a great judge." You winked, earning a warm smile from the boy

"I love you so much." He whispered as you exited the store, hugging your waist. You smiled, kissing his cheek as you whispered back

"I love you too, Hunter."

A/n: Sorry if this wasn't what you were expecting/ it's too short, but I tried my best 😅

#the owl house #toh #toh hunter #toh hunter x reader #toh hcs #fem reader #swimsuit shopping

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ravenclaw-daydreams · 3 years ago

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𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐦 | 𝐣𝐨𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐞

Warnings: smut, adult content, vaginal sex, creampie, oral (f and m receiving)

Summary: You ask Joe what he's been doing while he's been out for the past few nights, and you don't say it, but he knows what you're insinuating. You end up having him sleep on the couch, but in the morning, you wake up to a lovely surprise.

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A/n: Needed something to satiate my joe cole yearning so here's some smut or whateva

It had been the third night in a row. The third night in a row where you sat in the exact same chair, trying to finish the exact same book, waiting for your fiancé to get home.

He had been busy the past few nights, that you could understand. But a triple offence of staying out past 3 in the morning didn't sit right with you. You even talked about it with your sister, and you already knew what she was insinuating.

But you continued to give him the benefit of the doubt. You trusted him with everything in you. You had to. You loved him so much, and you trusted that he would always feel the same, regardless of how long he decided to stay out.

But the thought still lingered. It ate at you like a termite to wood. The sudden opening of the front door snapped you out of your intrusive thoughts, your eyes flicking up off the words on the page you weren't even reading.

Joe came around the corner and muttered a small 'fuck' when he saw you sitting in your chair, the lamp next to you illuminating the worry on your face. You gently closed the book after marking the page and set it on the table next to you.

"I think you already know what I'm going to ask you, Joe," you were the first to break the ice, Joe taking his coat off and setting it on the arm of the couch, exposing his maroon cable-knit sweater.

"I just got caught up with my mates, darlin'," he tried to explain, his arms now crossed in defense.

"People don't come back from the pub at three in the morning looking almost completely sober," you were now crossing your own arms, not wanting to jump to conclusions this quickly.

"You know how they can get, I just want to make sure they get home alright."

"And I get that, Joe, I do. But this is the third night in a row you've been out so late," you pointed out, making the man across from you sigh.

"I know. And I'm sorry. I just get carried away sometimes."

You then approached him, letting out a sigh in defeat, now wrapping your arms around him and pressing your face into his shirt. That's when you tensed.

Before he could properly hug you back, you were pulling away, your brows furrowed, a look of betrayal flashing across your face.

"What is that?" you asked, tears welling up in your eyes in spite of yourself, "That perfume isn't mine, Joe, and I know it isn't your cologne, Joe, what is that?"

"What?" he asked, genuinely confused, "Darlin, I have no idea what you're talking about," a look of realization plastered itself on his features, "What are you getting at?" his eyes narrowed.

"Well think about it, Joe! You spend 3 nights taking your sweet time getting home and when you do get home, you smell like someone else!"

"You really don't think I would do that to you...?" he looked hurt, but you looked worse.

"I don't want to. I really, really don't want to, Joe, trust me, but... god I just," you took a second to wipe your tears, "I think it would be best if you slept on the couch tonight, yeah?"

Joe stayed silent as he nodded his head. And with that, he left your line of sight, off to fetch blankets and pillows. That's when you slipped away up the stairs and into the bedroom.

That's when the dam broke and you began to sob, tears you tried so hard to keep in finally being released, your form hunched over as you sat on the edge of the bed, still messy and unmade from your... activities earlier the past morning.

You ended up just changing into panties and one of Joe's band t-shirts, curling up under the covers, dreading the talk that you and your fiance were most likely going to be having when you woke up.

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The first thing you felt was warmth. A heat stirring in your core as you tried to brush it off as nothing more than a little morning arousal. But it wasn't until you felt the hand that wrapped around your thigh that your eyes started to force themselves open.

Once you opened your eyes, the sunlight that streamed through the curtains was the first thing that you saw. But then, you felt it fully, and you turned your head, met with the sight of Joe with his head buried between your legs, devouring you know that he knew that you were awake.

Your noises that were once gasps and heavy breaths were now multiplied into moans and whimpers as your fingers went down, gripping his locks as he continued to lick and suck everything he could reach with his mouth, his nose bumping up against your clit.

"Fuck, Joe," you whimpered out, your eyes rolling back as your body felt as if it were going to explode. The coil in your stomach was tightening without letting up, and Joe knew you were close.

To push you over the edge, you felt two of his fingers find their way inside your tight cunt, already wet from his current licking, and you moaned out loudly at the sensation of his fingers opening you up.

"Cum for me," his words were muffled, but the vibrations from his baritone voice sealed your fate, tipping you over the edge as your body tensed up and you whined out, your eyes clenched shut as you felt waves of pleasure crash violently over you.

He helped you ride out your high as your sleepy brain tried to focus itself. You finally were down to earth enough to look down at him, a lazy smile crossing your lips.

"Good morning, love," he started, before making his way up your body and kissing your lips gently, the taste of yourself on his tongue.

"Morning," you lazily smiled.

"You know, about last night,"

"I'm stopping you right there," you started, "Let's just... have our morning, then talk about this later."

Joe smirked and nodded, watching as you shifted yourself downwards, you and him finally realizing how hard he really was after eating you out.

His tip was bright pink and flushed, throbbing as precum leaked from it. You gently wrapped your hand around it. He let out a shuddered breath as he felt you grasp it, swallowing when one of your hands cupped his balls.

Suddenly, he gasped, your lips going around the tip, some tension released as he felt your soft skin against him. Your lips started to slip up and down his shaft, his lips parting as his eyebrows furrowed. His hands found their way to your scalp as you continued your movements.

Abruptly, you pushed yourself all the way down, taking him all the way in, relaxing your throat the best you could as you felt him stretch it out.

"Fuck, love, your mouth is so- fuck" he gasped when you pulled yourself back up, tears welled up in your eyes from trying to suppress your gag reflex.

Your hand continued to stroke him as you did your best to catch your breath, but Joe suddenly stopped you.

"Stop, stop," he panted, "Don't want to cum yet. Want to cum inside you, is that alright?" he asked politely.

Seeing as you were on the pill and he knew that as well, you smiled and nodded, moving swiftly up his frame as you were now face to face.

"Beautiful," he muttered as he raised his hand to caress your cheek as you began to hover yourself over his shaft.

You positioned yourself then slowly descended down, both of you gasping at the sensation of his cock seemingly splitting you open. You couldn't contain your moans as your eyes closed in ecstasy, trying your hardest to adjust yourself.

You struggled with your composure as you continued to bottom yourself out, hushed gasps and whimpers leaving your lips as you felt your tight heat completely cover his hard shaft.

At last, your body finally got used to the familiar feeling of him inside you, causing you to begin smooth and slow movements across his pelvis, making him groan out at the sensation of your heat dragging across his cock.

Up and down you went, doing your best to keep with a rhythm, Joe's groans of bliss driving you to go faster, harder.

Soon enough, you were disregarding the man underneath you, now using him to pleasure yourself as you lost yourself in your own ecstasy. You bounced on him with no motive other than to make yourself cum.

"Come on, love, use that cock," he gasped, "Use that cock to make yourself cum, come on."

His words of encouragement went straight to your core as you felt yourself get closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure. You couldn't help but keen for more, looking like an angel on top of him, sweat sparkling on your chest, your breathless expression enough to make Joe cum right then and there.

Finally, you felt the coil inside you crack like a whip, waves of heat and euphoria crashing over your body, making you tense and shake as you let go, your cunt clenching around your partner's cock like a vice, starting a chain reaction, the feeling of him cumming inside you while you orgasmed almost enough to make you build up again.

You panted as you dismounted him, slipping away to his side on your back, your chest rising and falling with each breath. He helped ground you, wrapping his arms around your blissed-out form, whispering sweet nothings of praise into your ear, telling how amazing you did and how lucky he was to call you his.

"Fuck," you managed to get out through labored breaths, your body still buzzing from your orgasm.

"Fuck is right, love," he smirked, letting his hand mindlessly drift up and down the bare skin of your arms.

After a prolonged silence, you finally spoke, "I trust you."

He looked down at you, grateful that you truly did trust him, trusting that he wouldn't ever do anything like what you thought.

"I love you," he muttered, now holding your face in his hands.

"I love you too."

#john shelby #john shelby smut #john shelby x reader #joe cole #joe cole smut #joe cole fanfiction #john shelby one shot #john shelby fanfic #john shelby imagine #joe cole imagine #joe cole fanfic

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kikoqueenofrats · 4 years ago

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Whoop Whoop next chapter is in! Lil guy belongs to @toastraccoon

Cel sighed as he buried his face into his knees. He was currently trying to come to terms with the fact that he had just developed a crush on his new friend...if he could even call Mari a new friend at this point.

They had been traveling together for two years after all.

Cel groaned grabbing the attention of Mari, they turned around, looking at Cel in concern

"You okay buddy?" They asked as they jumped out of the open Google Chrome tab and onto the taskbar.

They cringed slightly as another twinge of pain shot up their back and it was Cels turn to frown in concern.

"Mari-"

"It's fine, it doesn't hurt that much, I'm okay" Mari shrugged, cringing again as the movement jostled their injury.

Cels concerned frown deepened at that. "Mari it's been a week and your injury is still just as bad as it was when you first got it!" Cel stated firmly, Mari shrunk slightly at that, looking up at Cel a look of realisation falling upon their face.

"But...I took a healing potion" they whispered, now eyeing Cel worriedly.

"Well it didn't work!" Cel snapped

"It worked for you didn't it!?!" Mari snapped back and they both went silent for a few moments.

Cel thought back to the last time he had taken a Minecraft healing potion...when he and Mari had first met. Cel had been in pretty bad shape and whilst the small bits of code damage had been healed by the potion, the largest injury had remained until eventually it had "healed" on its own. Well that’s what Cel had believed, until the injury had flared up again during that attack the day he and Mari were kidnapped.

"...yeah, it worked for the small ones" Cel shuffled awkwardly as Maris' concerned look deepened "the large one on my back stayed there for about a week...I thought it had healed too but...it started hurting again...it was small at first but...it got worse..." Cel whispered, lowering his voice at that last bit as guilt began eating away at his throat.

Mari looked at Cel in shock, opening their mouth to speak when they seemingly decided against it.

"Okay" Mari put their hands up in defeat "let's see what the internet says about this" they turned around and jumped a mile as their eyes landed upon the small green stick standing in front of them.

"GAH! AHuh-" They doubled over in pain as the injury was jostled once again. Cel jumped up and quickly made his way over, grabbing Maris arm as they began to lean too far left for Cels liking.

"Oh gosh! Sorry I didn't mean to startle ya!" Lil guy began eyeing Mari nervously as they began leaning heavily on Cel, much to their dismay "are they okay?" His eyes moved over to Cel as he asked the question.

"No...they're not" Cel sighed looking at his now struggling to stand friend in concern "They were attacked by a powerful stick last week...just after we first met you...and...and they've been having back pain ever since..." Cel finished now looking over at Lil Guy;

Lil Guy shuffled nervously, a guilty expression written across his face.

"Yeah, I should probably apologise for that" Cel gave him a confused look, but remained silent, letting Lil Guy continue.

"I heard you both getting attacked...I did try to help you but uh...the group knocked me out before I could get you out...I've been worrying about you two all week...and rightly so" Lil Guys nervous look moved over to the still tensed up Mari "Mari looks like their suffering from a bad case of code damage..." The small stick began making his way around the duo.

"You don't have to apologize for that...it was three v one-" Cel smiled reassuringly "besides you're here now...you can help Mari now, can't you?..." Cel shuffled awkwardly, worried he was being too forceful.

Though Lil Guys' content smile quickly chased those worries away "yeah...I'm here now" He began pulling off his oversized backpack as Cels gaze returned to Mari.

Cel looked between the two for a while before realising the medic would probably need some help reaching Maris wound if they remained in their current position.

"Mari?" Cel looked up at Mari, they looked over at Cel slowly. Cel could practically see the pain written over their face and his heart ached at it, but he needed to do this in order for them to get the help they needed.

"Mari, could you sit down please...Lil Guy needs to be able to reach your back" Cel asked gently, Maris' pained look deepened for a few moments before they slowly began trying to lower themselves to the floor.

Cel supported Mari on their journey to the floor until they had both made it to their destination.

A few moments of Lil Guy rummaging in his bag later and he had pulled out what he would need. Cel looked over in curiosity as Lil Guy unscrewed the lid off of a small pot and began applying the thick cream like substance onto Maris' injury.

Mari hissed and tensed up even more as the substance hit their skin, in response Cel grabbed Maris hand and began muttering soft words of comfort as the hiss slowly turned into soft whimpers.

Lil Guy watched this out of the corner of his eye and smiled playfully.

"So, how long have you two been together then?" Lil guy chuckled as Cel sputtered, caught off guard by the healers question.

He opened his mouth to explain when Mari beat him to it;

"We've been together for two years now" Mari stated as casually as they could considering their current physical state.

Cels face went red as they stared at Mari in shock. "M-Mari I don't think you understand what Lil Guy is saying" Cel blurted out the confusing feelings attacking his mind full force as his lovestruck mind tried to convince itself that Mari had actually meant those words.

Whilst his more realistic thinking mind kept yelling at him that it wasn't possible seeing the time frame Mari had just stated.

Mari stared at Cel in confusion for a few moments. before they could open their mouth to reply however a new wave of pain caused them to tense up again.

Without hesitation Cel quietly began rubbing Maris hand. Lil Guy chuckled lightly at that and Cel looked back up at them sharply, blush still evident on his face. Lil Guy chuckled again before going back to treating Mari.

A few moments later and Lil Guy was done covering Maris injury in cream, he put the container back into his pack, before pulling out a bandage.

"This'll help keep the cream from rubbing off" Lil Guy muttered as he began wrapping the bandage around Maris torso.

Cel continued to hold onto Maris hands, not noticing that Mari had relaxed significantly since the back rubbing had stopped, still trying to fully come to terms with his own emotions.

Mari didn't seem to notice either, still wanting to find out how they had misunderstood Lil Guys question.

"Hey Lil Guy?" Mari asked as said stick secured the bandage into place.

"Yeah?" Lil Guy replied, still focused on the bandage.

"What did you mean when you said me and Cel were together?" Lil Guy paused, looking thoughtful for a few moments, trying to figure out the best way to explain this concept to Mari.

"Mari do you know what love is?"

It was Maris turn to look thoughtful.

"I...kind of?...I know there are different kinds, I just" Maris face fell slightly "I don't know how they feel yet...I...I think I know what the friendship kind feels like, because that's what I feel about Cel...but I'm still not entirely sure"

Cel had only been half listening to the conversation as he continued to softly play with Maris hand.

His frown deepened slightly as he heard Mari refer to him as a friend. His frown deepened even more as he shook the disappointed feeling away.

Mari needed a friend, they could only handle a friend right now.

You don't even completely understand what you're feeling, calm down-

Lil Guy nodded, quietly thinking the new information over as they finished wrapping Maris torso and packed the remaining bandages away.

"Alright, all done!" He chirped, ignoring the bewildered look he got from Cel as the subject was suddenly changed.

"Now all you need is rest and..." Lil Guy looked outside of the desktop window, the user was currently not there, but that didn't mean they wouldn't return any time soon.

"...this isn't really the safest place to do so...but don't worry, I know a place" Lil Guy got up, pulling his oversized backpack onto his back as he did so.

Mari tried to follow Lil Guys lead, but ended up almost falling over again as Cel was still holding onto their hand and Maris back was still rather sore.

Cel quickly let go and steadied his friend, gently helping Mari stand fully back onto their feet.

Mari smiled at Cel gratefully and Cel had to push down another wave of the unwanted emotion only managing a half smile in response.

Cel slowly helped Mari into the tab just as Lil Guy had finished typing in the URL. He checked if the duo were there before pressing the search button, the page loaded and all that was there was a black screen, a brown wooden door sitting just in the middle of it.

The duo began eyeing the door nervously. Yes they trusted Lil Guy more than the sticks that had previously attacked them. But having only just learnt the sticks name, it was fair to say that they were both a bit hesitant.

Sensing this Lil Guys smile turned warm "Hey, it's okay" He quickly jumped off the search bar and walked towards the door "I'll go in first, if that'll make you guys feel better" He smiled pulling out a key and unlocking the door.

Cel still looked incredibly hesitant, but after seeing the comforting smile Lil Guy was giving them, he relaxed a little. "It's alright, we'll go" Mari smiled back, grabbing Cels hand and walking towards the door.

Cel looked up at Mari, he was still hesitant to go into the door, but he also trusted Mari too much to say so.

So he allowed himself to be dragged through.

If anything went wrong they'd still be together...right?

#:)#animation vs animator #alan becker #stickocs #Cel and Mari #tw injury #tw romance

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