#and copia’s just lying there like

[gravehags]

the ghoulettes getting nat drunk and her stumbling back to copia’s rooms and seeing him shirtless on the bed reading a book and minding his business and she just

[sink-me-in-your-ocean]

𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 II

How would the Ghouls & Copia manhandle you when you’re being naughty?

Prompt by the illustrious @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus

NSFW/Suggestive below the cut.

Copia:

At first, he doesn’t realize why you’re doing what you’re doing

But then he puts the pieces together, and it makes his hands twitch

He makes you lay across his knees, never needing to ask more than once

He’s going to spank you with his gloved hands

He makes you count each one

“How many was that?”

“Five.” 

“You’re not counting properly, either that or you’re lying intentionally. I have no idea why you’d do such a thing.”

“I’d never say less with the intention of you giving me more on purpose.”

“I’m beginning to think these punishments aren’t working on you anymore, amore. Let’s try something else...”

-

Swiss:

Won’t hesitate to put you on a leash when you step out of line

When a leash won’t work he’ll resort to other methods

Ties. You. Down.

He will step back to admire his handiwork on you, after a moment of staring he forgets your transgressions because of how good you look tied up

He’s lost in the sauce

“Sweet fucking hells, you’ve never looked better.”

The gag in your mouth keeps you from speaking.

“Remind me, what were you doing that was so bad earlier?”

“Hrmph - ” The sound was muffled.

“Shhh, don’t talk with your mouth full. Now just stay right there.”

-

Phantom:

When you act up, it flips a switch in his brain

Picks you up with ease from the side, lifting you bridal style into his arms

The tightness of his grip on you speaks volumes to his possessiveness 

He scans for an unoccupied room, hells, even a dark corner to take you

He needs you immediately and he knows you need him just as badly

“Oh you’ve done it now, you’ve got my attention, so let’s go.”

“Phantom, slow down!”

“No. You fired me up now you can bring me back down.” He sets you down once you’re behind closed doors. “On your fucking knees.”

You kneel in front of him, eager to please him after misbehaving.

“Oh fuck, yes, such a good girl, just like that.”

-

Dewdrop/Sodo:

Misbehaving is a broad term to this ghoul, in fact, he likes when you’re naughty

Except when you give any attention to his brothers

Now that is a sure-fire way to pour gasoline on his flames

He comes up behind you when you least expect it (see where this is going?)

His long fingers wrap around your throat, pressing intentionally on your arteries, your head swooning in seconds

“Don’t go all limp on me yet.”

“But, Dew -” you whimper.

“Come on, you know exactly what you do to me. It was intentional, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now I’m going to be very intentional with you. I’m not letting you out of my sight the rest of the night.”

-

Rain:

He has infinite patience, at least until you vex him

And boy howdy, once you’ve crossed that bridge you’d better be prepared

There’s a determined look in his eye as he stalks towards you

He grabs your wrist, and even if you try to pull away, it’s impossible, his grip strength is too much

He drags you with him through the nearest corridor to a quiet space

“You’re going to be nice and quiet now for me.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then I’ll make you.”

His hand clamps over your lips shockingly fast, leaving you a thin line to breathe from your nose.

“I love seeing you get a taste of your own medicine. Don’t like it when I match your energy? Don’t misbehave.”

-

Mountain:

Sits and watches stoically as you make a fool out of yourself 

Doesn’t need to say anything

Doesn’t need to do anything, but he does

He easily scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder

He could spank you from here, but he prefers his partner underneath him (If you know what I mean)

“You do have to do all of that to get my attention, you know.” He plops you on his bed, climbing on top of you.

“I know, but maybe I’m looking for bad attention.”

“Yeah?”

You whine and writhe underneath him as he smacks (not hard) the thickness of your outer thigh.

“That’s what you want? Just ask next time, little villainess.”

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Just da bois this time, but if you’d like me to include the ghoulettes pls just comment, I’m happy to oblige a fellow ghoulette lover! ( *︾▽︾)

Ghoulette Version Here!

[nastylittleghouls]

M! Would you tell us about Aether wearing these around the Abbey?

First of all, Jim, I appreciate you so much 💜 Second of all, we all know Aether's magnificent behind would see a lot of action when he wears those pants around the Abbey. From Siblings and Ghouls and Papa's alike. Most of all from Copia. We know just how much he loves Aether's ass. And Aether? He'd use it as a response and invitation for almost everything and at the end of the day he'd be filthy and sore in so many ways.

So I scribbled a lil thing.  5+1 moments where Aether got his "patch(es) kissed". There's mildly spicy entertainment under the cut. No Papa's included this time (they might get their own someday) and no refunds of your time if it actually isn't entertaining and my brain fog suffering med addled self was lying to me.

CW: Implied consensual free use, somnophilia. Unbeta'ed.

Divider by @wrathofrats - AO3 for the so inclined

Booty calls (He sure hopes it does)

1.

It‘s cathartic. Being alone and singing his heart out, that is. Letting himself sink into someone else's happiness without having personal ties to them. It’s something he needs more than he cares to admit. To himself and even less to the pack. He thrives on being social and being connected so deeply, don‘t get him wrong, but it‘s draining. Feeling other beings alongside his own all the time. The many unfortunate souls that seek shelter here. Chewed up and spit out by a society that produces loneliness en masse. Crushed souls and shattered minds hopeful for a new beginning and….

He sings even louder, over the dark cloud threatening to form in his mind, and shimmies with a pile of clothes in his arms through the room. His tail swishing and bopping, used as a makeshift microphone when he gets carried away by the vibes.

He bends over to stuff the washing machine full, ass still wriggling to the tune on the radio, when a pair of hands still his swaying hips and warm lips burn right through the layers of fabric, pulling a startled chuckle out of Aether. First on the patch, following its invitation to kiss it, then right on the seam between his cheeks. Further down on the banana, followed by a bite that has his breath hitching in anticipation. He knows what the sight of him doing so mundane, so humanly domestic things like laundry does to Dewdrop. 

He feels the same when Dewdrop is in his element, showing his magic in the kitchen. A natural in combining flavors and textures and bringing Aether to his knees for a taste.

„It says kiss it not eat me alive“

He feels, more than he hears, Dewdrop's low laugh when the water pump signals the starting washing cycle. The old thing’s too loud when it gets going but the vibrations do wonderful things to him, as Dewdrop hooks his fingers into and drags the waistband down to bare Aether to his hungry gaze.

 „Let me kiss it properly then“ is all he hears before Dewdrop spreads his cheeks and seals his lips over his hole, making out with it until Aether’s knees buckle and he has to grip the edge of the machine to keep himself upright. 

 Aether doesn‘t get around to folding the dry laundry waiting for him.

2.

After breakfast, Aurora and Sunshine make it a game to follow him around making loud obnoxious kissing noises when he turns his back to them. Aether pretends to ignore them until, in one careless second, they get too close and he gets his hands on them. He contemplates just sitting on them until they cry for mercy but decides to dump them unceremoniously into the lake and let the water ghoul conference deal with those brats.

3.

Around midday, he helps Ivy maintain his namesake on the Ghoul Wing walls. He’s standing on a stepstool, sweating as the sun beats down on him, gently removing some stray vines from the wooden window frames and hooking them into the growth support on the walls. It’s necessary work, otherwise they’ll infiltrate the whole building.  A gaggle of siblings has been hiding behind the columns for a while now, dissolving into helpless giggles every time he looks over at them, talking to each other in hushed, excited voices. 

„I can‘t just go up to him and….“ 

Aether can practically hear the wild hand gesturing.

„it‘s obviously an invitation!“ 

“But…”

“What what in the B…”

Someone snickers. A smacking sound follows. 

“He’s so big, just imagine….”

He laughs to himself at that, amused. He can smell the faint arousal mixed with a dash of fear. Can feel it in the aura surrounding them. Some of them are new and haven’t had the time to experience what a ghoul can and would do to them. Just dared to let their minds wander. Most of them think the masks are infused with a containment spell, making them harmless servants of the church. And, in Aether’s opinion, that’s half of the fun of the whole cat-and-mouse game. 

One sibling, clearly more shy than the others from what he’s observed today, finally breaks away from the group and leaves their hideout behind the stones. They walk straight, seemingly confident. A closer look reveals that their hands are shaking and that the fine line their lips are forming doesn’t stem from determination. 

They stop behind him, eyes firmly trained on the patch on his ass. A minute ticks by and just in time, he turns his head to see them raise their hand to their mouth. An exaggerated smooching sound follows and two fingertips press firmly against the patch. Aether wriggles his ass a little and cheers erupt behind him. 

They finally look up at him and he sends a wink their way.

“I appreciate someone that can follow instructions like that”

They smile in response before their eyes widen in realization and they almost fall over their own feet to run back to their friends. 

Yet, they linger. When Ivy makes him take a break it‘s the patch stuffed into their mouth, muffling the pleasured chants of his name.

4. 

During a nap on the couch in the common room, it‘s Swiss that follows his patch‘s invitation. Lips firm, nose pressed so far into the swell of his butt that Aether could swear he can feel his teeth. Swiss does it once, twice. A third time. Aether smiles sleepily, about to comment if it wasn’t on for the fourth,  where Swiss just keeps his face buried there and starts snoring. He ruffles the other Ghoul's hair affectionately before he closes his eyes and follows Swiss back into dreamland.  

He wakes to Swiss’ sliding the hard ridge of his cock against the letters on his ass, forcing Aether‘s hips into the couch over and over until they both come. 

„Messy kisses are the best“  Swiss smirks as he watches his cum seep in. 

5. In the evening, Aether goes to fetch some firewood from behind the greenhouse. 

Mountain steps in front of him when he’s about to leave.

„Road toll. You shall not pass without paying up“ 

The look on Mountain‘s face is almost unbearably cheesy and Aether can‘t help but play along. 

„And what, dear sir, can I offer you to let me through?“

Now, Mountain's eyes start to glint mischievously and he takes the wood from Aether, dropping it unceremoniously on the ground next to them. Then he steps closer and draws Aether up against himself with a firm grip on his ass, fingers digging deep into the patch on the inside of Aether’s thigh. It forces the Quint onto his tiptoes.  

“I have a craving for banana and cream”.

+1

When Aether faceplants into his nest after his shift in the infirmary the next morning, only clad in boxer shorts, it doesn’t take long for Dewdrop to crawl between his legs and drop another kiss onto his ass where the patch had been sitting for too long in his opinion; giving Aether’s body freely away. It feels like a nod to the events in the laundry room yesterday when he was sending him off as he’s now welcomed back. 

“I missed you, starlight”  The words come sometime in between bouts of scenting him. In a narrow time frame when he pauses and starts anew. More of a breath than a sentence.

“Missed you too, firefly” 

Aether says and sinks into the feeling, lets the emotions that well up thrum through their bond, and accepts Dew’s in return. It’s easy when it’s him. A being so deeply interwoven with his own for so long.  A part of him wishes it would never end, the other wishes Dew would let him roll over and reciprocate sooner than later.  

Finally, after giving himself a moment to playfully nip into Aether’s thighs where Mountain left his mark earlier, he nuzzles and kisses his way up Aether‘s back. Aether inhales -  sharply -  then exhales - slowly -  with a laugh and reaches behind him blindly to tangle his fingers in Dew’s hair, craving more contact.

“Easy, easy. I’m here. All yours again”

Dew settles around him like warm summer rain. Calming, warm. The need to reclaim swinging along like an afterthought. 

“Want to mark you inside. Let me?” 

It’s a demand, packaged in a whispered question, to a star who would never say no to being consumed by fire. 

[divine-misfortune]

Swiss had reached out and playfully ruffled his sweaty hair after Phantom pulled his helmet off. He grinned broadly as he praised him for his first ritual, and like his enthusiasm was contagious, Phantom found himself smiling, smiling stupidly at that. The little chuckle Swiss spared made something warm settle in his chest. Easily warding off the pinpricks of doubt.

When he withdrew to continue on backstage, Phantom physically sagged. He almost reached out to grab Swiss by the wrist. But he didn't. He had enough self control to keep his hand at his side, even if his fingers still twitched with a pitiful need. Despite that restraint, Swiss still noticed the poor bug's face fall when he moved on from him, the flicker of disappointment from the corner of his eye was almost missable.

And later on the bus when the buzz of adrenaline in the air had seemingly died down as most of the other ghouls had either slipped off to bed or were forcibly dragged into a bunk for, as Mountain called it, mandatory cuddle time, Phantom couldn't even think of sleeping.

The quintessence ghoul was wired. He'd barely forced himself to stop pacing the length of the bus, brain far too busy for rest. Without the distraction of the others, Phantom was left in a weirdly sharp silence. There was too much room for him to think, and nothing coming to mind was remotely pleasant.

Mistakes, too many of them to be acceptable. All of his sharp notes and missed cues were digging away at him, leaving a gaping pit in his gut. He'd been warned that there were big shoes to fill, but it felt like he'd hardly even stepped into them. Disappointment itched under his skin and he busied his hands repeatedly combing through the ends of his hair in an attempt to self soothe. It barely did the job but it was something to focus on.

Padding up and down the narrow aisle between the bunks eventually earned him the attention of a very groggy multi ghoul. The thin, and honestly sorry excuse of a privacy curtain was tugged back and Swiss' head poked out. He looked just as tired as Phantom felt.

"Hey," Swiss whispered as he propped himself up on his elbow, head lolling heavily towards his pillow like he just might sink back into it at any second "Surprised you aren't sleeping, Rora straight up passed out the second we got on the bus."

"...Can't sleep." Phantom shrugged and twisted a loose strand of white hair around his index finger, "sorry if I woke you."

"Hadn't nodded off just yet..." Judging from the lazy way he blinked, he was lying. "You okay?"

Phantom opened his mouth but felt his throat unwillingly tighten before any sound could get out.

I fucked it up. I ruined the first fucking song. Copia hasn't said a word to me since before we got on stage.

He didn't trust himself to speak like this. Not while his brain felt like tearing itself apart. He bit the inside of his cheek and shrugged again, a feeble smile forced onto his face. It surely didn't meet his eyes.

Swiss frowned.

"Wanna talk about it?" He shook his head abruptly and Swiss's brow furrowed for a moment in thought before patting the edge of the bed. "Okay, we don't need to talk then, c'mere."

Phantom paused fully, even the restless way he combed through his hair stilled. He tipped his head.

"Trust me?"

For a moment Phantom rocked back on his heels. He could very well shake his head again and slink back to his own bunk. Curl up against the wall and keep his problems to himself. There were a dozen or so more rituals to get through, he couldn't just go crawling back to his pack mates like some sad kit every time he made a mistake. He needed to learn to live with it.

But Swiss looked at him kindly. He waited patiently in the silence that Phantom was allowing to drag on. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a step forward and felt a faint heat in his cheeks when that same grin made a reappearance. More lopsided this time, but it held the same sort of warmth to it.

It was an awkward fit, getting them both in such a narrow space when Swiss was bigger and broader than Phantom in most senses, but Swiss dutifully pressed his back to the wall and allowed him the space to get comfortable. They'd never been close like this as far as Phantom could recall, and he hoped Swiss couldn't hear the way his pulse rattled in his rib cage. Even in the dark, he could see the fine details of the older ghoul's face. Most notably, the way decades of joy had etched soft lines around his eyes and mouth. Part of him wanted to reach out, touch them delicately, and hope for the same in time. He chose to keep his hands clutched to his chest instead.

Phantom inhaled shakily as he settled under the blankets and tried not to pay much attention to the sweet musky smell that washed over him. Gentle waves of something oddly comforting pulling the tension from his shoulders.

"Hi," Swiss hummed. He seemed pleased with himself, watching the quintessence ghoul through heavily lidded eyes.

"...Thought we didn't have to talk."

The multi ghoul chuckled under his breath with a nod, "I did, didn't I? One more question and no more words, deal?"

"I guess."

"Is it okay if I touch you?"

Phantom felt his stomach flip in the hollow space it seemed to exist in. There was a sudden spike in his gut, not exactly anxiety but close enough to panic for him to notice. He fidgeted with the collar of his shirt.

"Y...Yeah."

Uncertainty left a sour taste in his mouth, but the quintessence ghoul held his breath and waited. Waited for the wandering hand that was inevitably find its way past the elastic of his boxers and to where he was most vulnerable. Would that make him feel better? To let Swiss guide him towards exhaustion with a loose fist and a certain brand of filth he wasn't accustomed to? The idea did nothing to ease a swelling anxiety but Phantom was certain Swiss knew best. At least knew better than him, and he trusted the older ghoul to care for him in his stint of weakness.

In all the months Phantom had been topside, this was the first true unguarded moment he'd allowed himself in front of another ghoul. It felt like showing his belly, an uncomfortable display of submission and weakness. He couldn't keep Swiss' overly warm gaze when he slipped an arm over his waist. Large hand laid flat on the space between his shoulder blades, an almost laughable reminder of how small he was - how small he felt. What little space had been between them was closed, and suddenly Swiss was encompassing him fully. There was nothing to focus on besides Swiss. Heat pulsed in his cheeks and he opted to hide behind his eyelids.

Phantom wasn't sure what was coming. His skin prickled underneath Swiss' touch as it drifted. Even through a barrier of fabric the sensation was too vivid. Surely Swiss could feel his muscles going tought.

But Swiss didn't mention it, and his hand found a home in the little ghoul's dark hair. Unglamored claws grazed the nape of his neck before scratching lightly at the base of his skull. He braced himself for the mean grip that he'd been told Swiss liked to take but that firm hand never came.

There was something cautious in the way Swiss held him, like he was fragile. Valued, even.

He kissed the space between his horns, and Phantom realized he was shaking. Kindness was not a foreign concept to the little ghoul. It still somehow took him by surprise. Such a slow and careful display of affection. How was he supposed to react? All he could think to do was clutch onto Swiss' shirt like a lifeline.

"Oh bug..." The multi ghoul was frowning. He could hear the sad cadence in his voice. "I've got you, you're okay..."

It was like he'd given Phantom the permission to break because it hit him like a train. A sob tore out of his throat, eager to escape the confines of his vessel. Swiss only shifted closer and allowed him to bury his face into his chest.

"I can't do this-" Phantom hiccuped through his tears and Swiss gently carded his fingers further into his hair. "I can't, I can't, I'm not meant for this. I fucked up, I'm gonna keep fucking up."

"Hey, hey," Swiss squeezed him lightly. "These things aren't meant to be perfect. Nobody expects them to be."

"I ruined it from the first note, and it only got worse from there..."

"We've all made mistakes, I mean...Hell, I sang the chorus during an instrumental section during one of my first shows. And Dew? Dew once fucked up the start of ritual so bad Copia literally mocked him on stage. Little guy was damn near ready to spike his guitar into the ground."

Phantom only attempted to hide further.

"...You know why Rain's name is Rain?"

"No?"

"Because he slipped during his first show, and rain falls down."

He couldn't help the way his quiet laugh made his shoulders shake. Swiss kissed the top of his head this time.

"I'm sure Dew's shown you the video of me falling off my platform at least a dozen times by now."

"...Once or twice."

"See? Mistakes happen. It's your first time, little shadow, you did amazing...We're so proud of you."

Phantom sniffled. His eyes stung and his throat felt tight. Swiss continued the comforting and repetitive drag of his nails over his scalp, a low rumble kicking up in his chest. The quintessence ghoul felt himself truly melting into him.

"You okay?" Swiss asked and rubbed little circles into his back.

"...Tired."

"You wanna go to sleep?"

"Mhm...Can I, um, stay here?"

"Course you can, whatever you want."

Phantom breathed in shakily, peeling himself off of the multi ghoul long enough for him to wipe his eyes. Swiss still looked down at him fondly. Exhaustion present on his face, but fond nonetheless.

"Thank you," he mumbled and allowed Swiss to pull him back in with a tuneless hum. He was just as tired, and Phantom easily slotted himself back into the other ghoul. Wrapped up in his arms, legs tangled together, Phantom could finally let himself rest.

[leezlelatch]

Petrichor - Part I

Papa Emeritus III x F!Reader - fluff, rainy days, burgeoning friendship Terzo is feeling introspective on a rainy day. Perhaps he doesn’t have to spend it alone?

“What do you think Terzino, eh? Should Papa play tonight?” Terzo watches with a lazy smile as the tuxedoed cat jumps from his perch on the window to settle into his lap. Long fingers stroke delicately through plush fur as he heaves a sigh. “You will be getting hair on my pants, you rascal.”

Terzino blinks slowly, a rumble starting deep in his throat the more Terzo gives him attention. The cat’s nails dig into Terzo’s leg as the little thing gets more comfortable, the man giving a small grimace but making no move to push the cat off. “You know, I am thinking I am getting old.” Terzo glances down at the cat and scoffs. “Ah, do not try to argue. I have more grey hair than I can keep up with.“ He lifts a hand to his neck, his fingers brushing the soft, loose skin. “And may have to consider turtle necks.”

Terzino stands and stretches, his little body shivering, before turning and lying toward Terzo’s knee, facing away from him. “Ah, Terzino, if you turn from me too, I will not know what to do,” Terzo sighs, lifting a hand to drag his fingers through his wavy, black hair. “The Siblings, they like the power. What little I have of it, ha. But one can close their eyes and think of someone else. Do they think of someone else?” His brow furrows, and he glances out the arched window, eyes scanning the manicured lawn. “Perhaps I should take up gardening like il mio fratello.”

He glances down amusedly. “Sì, you are right, amico. I am far too much of a masochist to change my ways now.”

Terzo carefully picks the cat up and places him down, standing from his desk and swatting at his pant leg until most, but not all, of the cat hair is gone. The tinkle of Terzino’s bell sings through the room as he trots away, perhaps to play with one of Copia’s little companions. Terzo places his hands on his hips, looking out the window once more. “I think it is going to rain.”

ᰔᩚ

It was luck, finding this place. The way his shoes clack against old stone, the gilded candle holders on the corridor walls covered in wax from wicks long burnt. Stained glass of varying shades of purple, red, blue, and green. There were some renovations made when the Clergy first purchased the building half a century ago. Cracks filled in the walls, ceilings reinforced, foundation repaired, but they ultimately chose to maintain its old warm charm. This place may have a Catholic history, but Terzo did not view that as bad, or something needing to be cleansed. There was an energy in these old walls, full of the stories of residents long passed who prayed, and hoped, and dreamed for a better tomorrow. It would not do, he thinks, to forget that. No matter if their god was above or below.

The corridor leading from his office transitioned into a breezeway, four pillars covered in the delicate drawings of one of their more artistic Siblings opened into one of the inner courtyards. A perfect place to watch the rain. A crack of thunder rolls across the sky, and Terzo glances up at the swirling clouds, leaning his shoulder against painted vines. It seems, however, that he would not be alone with his thoughts this storm.

You sit on a stone bench just under the roof, your legs pulled up, arms resting on your knees as you hold a cup of tea in your hands. There’s an open book at your feet, and Terzo catches a glimpse of a few words which makes him arch a brow. “Hello,” he says, his accent curling around the words. “You know, I have heard it be called very dirty words, but never ‘velvet wrapped steel.’ That is a new one.”

You glance up, your lips quirking in a half smile. You cross your legs and lean forward, setting your bookmark between the pages and closing your book. “Sort of makes you feel like you’re grabbing a stick shift in an old car.”

Terzo pauses for a moment, just looking at you, before he tilts his head back and laughs. A deep, belly laugh, dragging out the final note with a shake of his head as he leans forward. He crosses his arms and clicks his tongue. “That is very funny. Yes. Well, sometimes it is like handling a stick shift. Satan forbid you stall.”

“Pfft,” you snort and shake your head, your smile growing. You glance up at the sky as another rumble of thunder echoes overhead. Pinpricks of rain dot the ground, ever so slowly increasing. “Come to watch the rain, Papa?”

“It appears we had the same idea,” he nods, watching intently as the rain flicks the leaf of a plant growing in the little garden some of the Siblings tend to. “Perhaps you intended to watch the rain alone?”

“I intended,” you say, tilting your head a little as you regard him with a curious air. “But this is better.” Terzo glances back at you, his heavy brow slanting down. He takes a few steps toward you, slow and deliberate. You take a moment to glance over him, appreciating the slacks, loose black button up, and the brocade evening jacket draped over his shoulders.

“Better how?” He asks, his voice genuinely curious. “And what is that look for, eh? Admiring Papa?” It wasn’t just a superficial question. She could see his face, a rare sight without the paint, the lines deepening around his mouth. His strangely beautiful eyes burn into yours and you understand that he’s serious. It isn’t playful banter.

“I don’t get to talk to you,” you answer truthfully, sincere in the small smile you give him. “Your attention is usually taken, and I understand that there are more Siblings in this building than clergy. You can only get to so many people.” His frown deepens, and you continue. “So it’s nice. It’s nice to talk to you. I want to watch the rain with you.”

“Cara mia, you can request time, you know this, sì? I have office hours. Please do not be thinking you cannot come to me,” Terzo talks with his hands, his fingers waving in the air, punctuating his words. He looks so concerned, his body angled toward you, features twisted in worry.

You huff a laugh, shaking your head as you adjust on the bench. “I’m okay, Papa, really. I just mean I can’t come by to say hello, or make an appointment only to chat.”

“Why not?” Terzo shoulders rise and fall and he stands with one foot forward, hands on his hips. “You are more than welcome to come and say hello. Antichristus, and here I was thinking I come on too strong. Unless, that is the problem?” He looks at you, and you have to smile from the sheer befuddlement on his face. But you can tell, also, that he’s hurt. And that doesn’t make you feel good either.

“No. Papa-“

“Terzo,” he corrects you, sitting down at the end of the bench next to your feet. He rests his hands on his legs and gives you his full attention, and it’s altogether exhilarating and nerve-wracking. You’ve never spoken to a Papa like this, for this long, outside of anything that really has to do with your duties or other Ministry matters. It makes you blush, and Terzo takes notice, leaning a little closer to watch the pink pass over your cheeks with great interest. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“I would explain if you let me get a word in,” you say, not unkindly, your lips pulled into a gentle smile. Terzo chuckles to himself and nods, waving a hand in your direction, and then he pinches his fingers and pulls them across his lips in a zipping motion. “Thank you,” you continue lightly, laughing. “What I mean to say is, yes, I’m nervous. And it’s not for reasons you think. I don’t think you’re unapproachable. I don’t think you would show me any unkindness or give me reason to believe you aren’t totally invested in what I have to say.”

Your eyes pass over his face, taking in his dark features, and you briefly wonder why he doesn’t wear his paints less. His face is aging to be sure. Pocked and marked and wrinkled, but he is so expressive. So soft in the curve of his mouth. The way his lashes brush his cheeks when he blinks. His white eye, meant to be intimidating, reminds you of freshly fallen snow. The warmth of a cup of hot chocolate on a winter’s day near Yule. It was truly beautiful, and you realize you’ve stopped talking.

But Terzo doesn’t move. He doesn’t prompt you to continue, he just stares back. The rain falls around you in heavy drops, a steady stream that wets the ground and mists your faces as it bounces off the stonework.

“I think I would fool myself into thinking that we could be friends,” you finish, your voice soft, caught in some kind of new understanding, a breath of realization. Terzo tilts his head very slightly, and he pulls in a sigh.

“Friends,” he murmurs, as if the word is foreign to him. His eyes fall away from yours and he focuses on nothing as he processes your words. And then he’s looking back at you and smiling, and it only occurs to you then that you’ve never quite seen his smile reach his eyes the way it does now. “Not many peoples wish to be my friend, dolcezza.”

“You are very frequently surrounded by people.”

“Yes, but what is that saying, eh? You can be in a room of people and still be alone. I am an old man, as much as I cover this face,” he gestures to himself. “Or dye my hair. I have my brothers, sì, but they are not so understanding at times. It has been many years since I have had someone who I can talk to as Terzo and not as Papa.”

“Someone your own age?” You ask quietly, expecting rejection.

His lips soften. “Not necessarily.”

You smile, and look out over the courtyard as thunder once more cracks overhead. The scent of rain and wet soil fills your nostrils, and you feel very at peace. For a moment your heart is full sitting next to this man. “I’m a Sibling, and I know I’m supposed to act a certain way around my authority figures. But sometimes when you’re giving a sermon, or I see you at events, or feast days, I just want to know if you think the potato salad is as delicious as I do, or if you wished whoever was in charge of the playlist would stop, for the love of all that’s unholy, playing Cruel Summer.” You laugh, and Terzo laughs with you. “I want to know who you are, and I don’t know if that’s okay.”

Terzo taps your shoe with an amused smile, and he looks happy. He looks like you just told him he won the lottery, his eyes sparkling with a kind of glee. “You know, just this morning I was talking to Terzino about this very thing. He said I should be more open. Open to change, which I scoffed at. Papa cannot change, not now. Not so late in his life, yeah? But…” He reaches a hand out into the pouring rain, watching the water cascade over his skin. “Rain renews. And I think I am ready for something new.”

He brings his hand back in, and grasps yours, a few droplets falling between you onto your closed book. “It is more than okay, amica. Now, tell me about this smut.”

You squeeze his hand, your fingers sliding over his slick skin. You smile. “Your cat talks to you?”

Terzo pinches the top of your hand and you gasp, swatting at him. He laughs, low in his throat, a wild brow arching. “Shush.”

[saruman-the-silly]

Oh hello... I wanted to make a request, I wanted to know how the Papas would react to seeing that y/n is a little chubby. Because I was looking in the mirror and I was so sad about what I saw, and now I'm lying in bed scrolling through Tumblr thinking about making this request... You don't have to do it if you don't want to, It's just that I love the way you write that I kept thinking about it.

I very much want to, thank you very much :D there is nothing, and I repeat, nothing wrong with being a little chubby, or being a lot more chubby! Whatever size you are, you are beautiful, remember that <3

This also gives me a reason to finally write something for Primo and Secondo so thank you hehe

soooooo I present to you, headcanons about the papas with a chubby reader! (gender neutral ofc hehe)

(I wrote this kind of quickly so if there are horrible grammatical errors, I will try and fix them as I find them lol)

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Headcanons: Papas with a chubby reader

Primo:

He's very old, and a bit old-fashioned, so he just instantly thought you were an angel when he saw you. Back in his days, the curvier you were, the more attractive you were.

When he got to know you as a person, he grew to love you very quickly.

All of your curves and imperfections were a work of art for him.

Primo is also such a gentle person, and would notice the instant you were feeling down/insecure. He doesn't pressure you to talk about it though, but he still makes sure you know that he's there for you.

If you wanna talk tho? He would listen really well, and after you had poured your insecurities out on the table, he would assure you that your curves just made you more, well, you. And you were his amore, the most beautiful thing in the world.

Secondo:

He's a serious guy who does not like to talk about emotions and stuff. (I don't think he even knows how but lmao anyway)

Secondo's usually serious and no-bullshit charade was quickly torn away by you and your delightful presence. (He was freaking out like crazy when he first met you, Terzo would not let him forget how he stumbled over his words when he was first introduced to you)

Also, fuck, he couldn't keep his eyes from you. Every time you are in a same room with him, his gaze almost involuntarily shifts back to you.

He loves you. So much. So when you came to him, telling how you didn't think you looked good, he was a little confused. How could you see yourself in such a light, when you had made such an impact on him?

He reassures you that yes, he wants to be with you and nobody else.

He doesn't really know say anything else. But he doesn't need to, his actions prove the endless love he harbours for you.

Terzo:

Ah, Terzo, our hopeless romantic.

Terzo has seen many different types of bodies up close and personal during his life, but not one of them could match your beauty.

Needless to say, when he first met you he fell. Hard. Like, head over heels. Out the door went his playboy days, he only had eyes for you.

He literally worships the ground you walk on.

You had trouble believing him, when he confessed his undying love for you. (Don't blame him he just likes to be theatrical but he really did mean it)

You confessed to Terzo about your insecurities, and he proved himself to be a great listener. After talking, he reassured you that yes, he meant what he said, yes, he wants to be with you.

He would then bring you in front of a mirror, and gently kiss and caress all the parts of your body you are insecure about.

Copia:

He would understand your struggles very well. Having a history with insecurities himself, Copia isn't a stranger to body dysmorphia.

Copia loves you. So much. You helped him get through a lot of his insecurities, so, now was his turn.

He let you vent, while making you a cup of tea, and wrapped you in a tight hug afterwards. You cried in his arms and he just held you and comforted you.

Copia is very direct about his feelings toward you. He lists all the things he loves about you, and tells you how you size just makes you all the more perfect. (the man loves thick thighs)

He would do his best to make you see yourself in the same light he sees you. Copia gently traces over your stretchmarks with his finger, then kisses them and whispers to you how beautiful you are.

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Thanks for the request annnd enjoy :D

Remember, you are beautiful no matter your size <3

[ask-miasma-ghoul]

Not even a day later, Miasma is woken up to a loud commotion coming from down the hall. It was muffled, but he could still make out a few words.

“I’M —- NOT——- I HATE—— LET ME GO!” He definitely recognized that voice. Does that ghoul ever shut the fuck up?!

And then they appeared. Two quintessence ghouls that Miasma didn’t recognize, Copia.

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.” —and Chain. Thrashing around and attempting to bite the ghouls holding him despite the muzzle he was wearing, Chain was screaming in straight up tears restraining from what he’s being forced to to. One of the ghouls opened the big door and they both shoved Chain inside. Chain scrambled to get up and escape but he was quickly met with the bars on the door when he tried to run out. He gripped the bars and swiped at the ghouls and Copia, continuing to scream and shout at them. He banged his head against the bars and tried gnawing at them through the muzzle.

“I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU ONCE YOU LET ME OUT OF THIS SHITHOLE! MARK MY WORDS, YOU BASTARD! I’M GOING TO RIP OUT ALL OF YOUR FUCKING THROATS AND FEED THEM TO THE FUCKING HELLHOUNDS.” Seriously, does this ghoul ever shut up?!

- @chaintheghoul

Miasma was just lying in his makeshift bed when the commotion began, his eyes widening when he spotted the thrashing Chain ghoul. Ah, fuck. He can't sleep here anymore.

He silently backed himself up against the wall, trying to wiggle his way out, unaware of Copia's intentions. He was making a run for it when he was violently grabbed by one of the ghouls by his ponytail, yanking on it and practically throwing him back into the cell. Miasma yelped as he hit the ground with a thud, scrambling to get his feet out of the way before the cell slammed shut. He rubbed his head, scowling at the group and moving the furthest corner away from Chain.

"I- I will not have another episode like earlier," Frater stuttered, his hands shaking as he locked the door, "I will not have my ghouls hurting each other. You will stay in here until you learn to get along."

"What!?" Miasma roared. "That's not fair! Hey!"

Miasma threw himself at the cell bars, watching the group walk away.

"Stop! He's gonna- no-!"

Miasma looked over at Chain, panicking. He felt like a rabbit in a cage with a hound. He looked questionably at the muzzle, wondering if his abilities had been hindered as as well.

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

Ghostober - Day 2 [Phantom]

“Could you be happy here with me?” - 2k

CW: For some reason I used both Aeon and Phantom, sorry if that bothers you. Lil angsty, not proofread either (and it's late, oops)

⊹ Ghostober Masterlist ⊹

He wasn’t sure why today of all days he was feeling so sad. Phantom was normally bounding about and thrilled to bits if someone even said hi to him. He wasn’t summoned all that long ago and he was still figuring out the ropes. His pack was super helpful too. Swiss and Dewdrop opted to help him out the most, although he wasn’t quite sure why Mountain and Rain always looked so displeased.

He had just finished his first few shows with the band. They were all back at the Abbey for a couple days while they packed up, gathering all the things they’ll need before heading overseas for the North American leg of the tour. Aeon was super excited to see all the new people and explore new places and cultures. Ever since his summoning day he was like a sponge, soaking in every bit of information he could - both good and bad. 

Aether helped a lot with teaching Phantom the guitar before he was moved to full time work in the infirmary - a skill they were both surprised the young ghoul picked up extremely quick. Aether didn’t think they had made it to the end of the week before Phantom had mastered half the setlist, much to the excitement of Copia. 

Aeon was proving to be a very worthy summon, and an even more worthy replacement for the band. You never knew what kind of ghoul you were going to get out of a ritual. Sure you had a faint idea, since ghouls were drawn to the personality of those summoning them, but they could be quiet and shy like Rain, helpful and kind like Cumulus, or a huge pain in the ass like Swiss. On the best of days, it was a coin toss. 

On the day Copia called upon a Quintessence ghoul, he was just happy that he got a full quint. Unlike when Terzo tried to summon a replacement for Omega and ended up with Delta instead, who was half water, half quint. However, there were other factors at play that day of course.

Phantom had been in the den packing up his things, trying to make a mental note of what the others had said to bring. Everyone else was bounding about, laughing and playing like leaving the country wasn’t super scary. Of course it was no big deal to them, they had done this whole thing before. They were also quite a bit older than he was. He looked out to the common area and saw Swiss hanging upside down on the couch, messing with Aurora while Mountain made some muffins and Cirrus had Dew in a headlock - most likely for good reason.

Even Aurora was chilled out and relaxed. They were summoned together so she felt like a little sister to him, yet she fit into the pack dynamic so much faster than he did. Sometimes he wondered if he did fit in.

His thoughts were interrupted by Copia suddenly appearing at his side, nudging his shoulder, causing him to jump. When did he get here?

“What’s wrong, little one? The others have said you’ve not been yourself lately.” Copia says quietly, not wanting to embarrass the small quint.

Phantom just put on his normal goofy grin and wagged his tail. “Oh nothing! Nope! All good here, Papa. Just excited!”

Copia had been around enough ghouls to know when they were lying (although Alpha was always his weakness. That guy was way too good at hiding his true feelings; he almost felt bad for him, but that was his brother’s problem). Copia just wrapped an arm around the young ghouls shoulders and pulled him in for a supportive side hug.

“You have every right to be nervous. It is a long way from home, sì?”

Aeon hadn’t expected Copia to see through his facade, or at least not so quickly. He thought it was pretty good, it worked every time on the pack. “I was excited,” he admitted, his expression faltering as he looked at the ground, kicking his feet together. “I don’t know why it seems so scary now.”

Copia just nodded knowingly, guiding the quint to a quieter part of the den where they could talk in private.

“You can talk to me. Anything that I can do to help, you know I will do. Within reason of course.” Copia cracked a smile, hoping it would help him feel more comfortable to say what was on his mind. The last thing he wanted was his ghouls thinking they would be reprimanded for speaking about what’s bothering them. He made that vow the moment he stepped forward to take over the Ghost project.

“I know it’s only been a little while since being here, but Aurora has settled in so quickly and I feel like I’m falling behind.” He admitted quietly. “It feels like everyone is happy that she’s here, but I’m just some kit they can just push around because I don’t know anything. I want to learn, I want to know, Papa! I try to learn but the surface is so confusing.”

Copia runs a comforting hand along his back. “You are doing so well. I am so proud. I know they are proud too.” He motions towards where the rest of his pack were busy goofing around down the hall. “Aether was so proud of you too. He told me that you were his first choice for a replacement and that you would excel, and you have.”

“But I’m not him,” Aeon interjects. “I see it on stage, Papa. Dew always looks over to where Aeth used to be and sees me instead. I don’t think he’ll ever be able to get over that and I don’t know what to do. No matter how hard I try, how great I play, or how much I practice. He’ll never be happy.”

Copia just sighs. He knew exactly what Phantom was talking about. He had a long week of conversations with Dewdrop about the very same thing before the young quint was summoned. He had tried to get Dew to come to terms with the reasoning behind his actions, but he was having none of it. Eventually they had agreed that Dew would be amicable and act professionally towards Aeon, but that he never had to be his friend. For the meantime, that was acceptable for Copia. At least it would stop any fights or arguments while they kicked off the tour. 

However, he was realizing that the agreement may need amending now.

���Have you tried talking to Dewdrop about it? I can’t say I’ve noticed too much while on stage, but I don’t like getting involved in pack politics. I learnt long ago that it’s much better if we let you sort it out amongst yourselves, but I can step in if I must.”

Phantom just shook his head. “No I haven’t.”

“Would you like me to be there while you talk to him?” Copia offers. “I won’t step in, but I think it would be good for you two to get it off your chests before we leave tomorrow.”

Phantom twiddles his fingers in contemplation, his ear twitching as he tries to hear what’s going on down the hall. He liked to say he was an optimist, but somehow all he could think of is how this could go so wrong and ruin everything.

But Papa is here, he wouldn’t let anything happen. Would he? 

“I’m going to go get him, take a breath little one,” he affectionately ruffled the quint’s hair between the horns before he stood, almost certain that was his favourite spot. Copia would always see Cirrus and Mountain do it to him before rituals backstage, and Phantom’s tail happily starting to sway confirmed his suspicion. “I’ll be back.”

There weren't enough minutes between the time Copia left and came back with Dewdrop, who was already looking like he was being forced to the principal's office, to prepare little Aeon for the heavy conversation they were about to have. As soon as his violet eyes met Dew’s angry orange ones, he immediately wanted to cower and run away. There really was no other feeling like the one you get when your pack leader looks like he wants to tear you to pieces.

But he wasn’t going to run. He would do it for Papa. No more avoiding it.

On the other hand, he wanted to do it for himself too. To prove to Dew that he was worthy of this spot and he was worthy of being part of the pack in his own way.

The fire ghoul refused to sit, which was fine. As long as he didn’t walk out, that’s all Copia wanted. He had told Dew to just hear the kid out. 

“Okay, what? Speak.” Dew said sharply, arms crossed as he glared at Phantom.

“I know that you hate me–”

“Oh good–”

“Dewdrop.” Copia interrupted sternly, earning him a solid eye roll. “You can continue.”

Phantom took a shaky breath but squared his shoulders. “I know you miss Aether, I know you hate that I took his spot. I hate that I did too, but that was out of my control. I’m still learning how to be helpful up here. I’m still learning where I fit in… if I fit in anywhere.” He trailed off, trying not to cry in front of Dew or Papa. “What can I do to make this easier for you?”

Dewdrop would be lying if he said he expected that from the little bat. He wasn’t exactly sure what Copia had forced him into but this was certainly not what he was thinking. Maybe he had been a little blinded by his rage and took it too far. He was the pack leader now, it was his job to make sure everyone was looked after. And clearly he had failed.

He huffed before he answered, a little bit of smoke dancing under his nose, not wanting either of them to see that he was conflicted. “Just stop trying to be him. You will never be him. Just… be you.”

Phantom hung onto every word. He was ready to do whatever it took to make this right. “Do you think you could ever…. Be happy here? With me?”

Dew’s head tilted, contemplating what to say - something he wasn’t used to doing. “I suppose… if you started finding your own thing instead of stealing Aether’s - which you do horribly by the way- I could consider it.” He grumbled. “You have 2 months to figure it out before we get ba–”

Dew couldn’t finish his sentence before Phantom was engulfing him in the biggest hug he could muster, not even caring that the other could burn him pretty badly and stop him from coming on tour.

While Phantom had Dew in his embrace, subconsciously his Quintessence (which was unstable on the best of days) allowed Dew to see exactly how he felt. He could see every glare, every snide comment, every purposeful nudge on stage from Aeon’s point of view. Along with the heavy sense of guilt he carried that followed each and every interaction they had.

Had he really been that hard on the little guy?

“Well, I hope this means much more friendly interactions in the future, yes?” Copia smiled as Dew shoved him off, struggling to hide the small smile that forced its way through.

“You’re lucky he’s cute.” Dew mumbled, giving Copia the dirtiest look before ruffling the quint's hair as a sign of approval. In all honesty, he knew Phantom was coming long before Copia did. He had spoken to Aether about it weeks before. His only instruction he had was to look after him no matter what.

‘He’s young, he’s going to be lost and confused. Look after him for me.’

Dew would never admit it, but after talking with Aether, it was hard not to imagine Aeon like the son they never got to have.

[her-satanic-wiles]

October 26th

Masturbation, Phantom x Cardinal Reader

Masterlist ⛧ The Cardinal Masterlist

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: Masturbation; mutual masturbation; caught masturbating; sub!Phantom (because I just can’t help myself, boy needs putting in his place); panty sniffing; degradation kink; squirting; finger sucking; cum eating; praise kink;

Taglist: @sodoswitchimage @enchantedbunny @bitchywitchygardener @thew0man @sodomiser @the-did-i-ask @copias-sewer-rat @gehrmansbignaturals @deetz-ghuleh @onlyhereforghost @zombiesnips-blog

This is a continuation of the previous Phantom fic because I actually think about that daily… this is my Roman Empire right now… Also, I listened to THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND by Bad Omens on repeat when I wrote this so… do with that information what you will…

🔞 MDNI 🔞

Your day had been absolutely wonderful. You had the best night’s sleep, which bled into the most delicious breakfast, followed by a slow work day where you were able to catch up on all of your work and even start a new book all before lunchtime. And lunch was delectable, too. The kitchen had put on an array of delicious foods at the buffet this time, with bruschetta topped with fresh tomatoes, basil, and olive oil; arancini balls (of which you devoured several); fettuccine Alfredo amongst many others. It was very rare that Satan had blessed you with the most perfect of days, but you were thankful nonetheless. And even somewhat excited to get home, put your feet up and relax.

Your Ghoul, Phantom, had a separate schedule that he had to attend to today, which was, perhaps, the only negative part of such a perfect day. But, he was still in training after all, despite how much work you put his way as his Cardinal.

You took your heels off at the door as you entered your chambers, sighing in relief at the way your feet were now able to flatten out and stretch. You poured yourself a glass of water and stood in the kitchen, contemplating your next move when you heard it.

There was a faint grunting coming from your bedroom, behind a closed door that you know you left open when you left your place that morning. You could recognise those whimpers if you were blindfolded and threatened that your life would end. Phantom was in your room, and he wasn’t behaving as he should be. Quietly, you moved to your bedroom and slowly opened the door, making absolute sure that he wouldn’t notice you were there.

You opened the door the whole way, but his eyes were so tightly shut he had no idea you were there. He lay, sprawled out on your bed, completely naked including his mask, each item of clothing thrown carelessly around your room in his desperation to get his hand on his cock. One of his hands was wrapped around his beautiful length, stroking it perfectly and just the way he liked, slick with his spit and focussing on the sensitive, pink head. His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth in a feeble effort to stay as quiet as he could so he wouldn’t alert you to his presence just in case you came home earlier than expected, but it didn’t stop his pathetic whimpers from spilling out in between the short, sharp inhales. In his other hand was a pair of your panties, the exact pair you took off the night before when he was with you, deep inside you, whimpering as he was now. Those panties were damn near attached to his nose, he refused to move the gusset the entire time he was stroking his cock.

You were wondering what he was thinking about - the first time you both had sex, perhaps? When you took him in your office, stood on his cock and made him submit to you until he bent out of shape and broke at your very whim? Or maybe he was thinking about the night before, how you let him take you from behind and pretend that he was in charge… though that didn’t last long. Poor baby had no idea how to dom though he tried. It all came to naught when he was on the verge of cumming and begging for permission to do so, whining in your ear as all doms do, of course. Though, you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on to hear that immediate switch from “strong man” to “needy, subby bitch”.

His hips bucked the harder he pumped, and his moans became louder and louder. You even heard little whimpers of, “Cardinal!” as he played with himself - no doubt imagining whatever fantasy he’d concocted since the two of you played with each other regularly. You could feel arousal pooling in your cunt, wetness flooding your core with each lewd sound of his cock as he jerked it rougher and rougher until you decided to act and alert him to your presence with a clearing of the throat.

The look of fear and panic on his face almost had you drooling. He sat up immediately, launching himself off the pillows and throwing your panties across the room. His hand did what it could to cover his cock from you, but it was too late. The damage had already been done and he knew he was in for it now.

“Little slut couldn’t wait for his Cardinal to come home and take care of him, hm? Had to use my panties to get himself off.”

“Cardinal! I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry, Cardinal! Please forgive me.”

You propped yourself up on the dresser. “Okay.”

Your nonchalance and unbothered demeanour was uncharacteristic to say the least, and it unnerved Phantom more than he could possibly say. At this point, you would be finding a way to punish him, making him suffer for his disobedience. He walked into your room, stole your used panties, and was touching himself on your bed - all of which without your permission. “O-okay?”

“Okay.”

He hated this. “That’s it?”

“You wanted more?”

“Well, I expected-”

“Oh right, yes. You wanted to finish didn’t you?”

“Cardinal?”

“Go ahead. Lie back, little prince. Finish yourself off.”

“A-are you sure?”

“Of course. Tell me, what were you thinking about?”

He was now on his knees at the foot of the bed, about a metre away from you. His hand, tentatively, wrapped around his aching cock, still very much suspicious of you but desperate to touch himself. He’d be lying if he didn’t find this hot, though - the idea of him stroking himself while you watched him; his beautiful Cardinal whose eyes were fixated on the way his hand stroked over himself.

“Tell me, little prince,” you repeated, eyes trained exactly where he wanted them, “what were you thinking about?”

“Y-you, Cardinal. I was thinking about you.”

“Specifically?”

“When you tied me up… t-took what you wanted. How your pussy felt good around me.”

You lifted your legs and hooked the heels of your feet onto the edge of the dresser. You lifted your robes up and revealed your panty-clad cunt, the fabric soaked from watching your little plaything touch himself. You moved the gusset to the side, and allowed him the privilege of looking at your slicked folds. “This pussy?” You asked.

“Oh fuck.” He began stroking himself harder. “Cardinal.”

He reached forward to touch you, not that he’d be able to reach at that distance anyway, but it didn’t matter. He wanted to, and that was enough for you. You kicked your leg forward, swiping his hand away from you with your foot. “Ah, ah! Bad boys don’t get to touch.”

There it was. There was his punishment. The one thing he wanted the most right now, the thing he could see plainly right in front of him, but couldn’t have. You were playing a dangerous game - dangling the steak in front of the lion and expecting it not to bite. But then, lions weren’t the strongest in the Pride; Phantom was toothless and he knew it.

You didn’t miss how much faster his hand moved over his cock as you exposed yourself to him; the way his mind moved a million miles a minute as it comprehended just what you were doing to him. His heart rate spiked when he saw your hand move lower…

Lower…

Lower…

A gasp escaped your lips as your fingers made contact with your clit, your head tipping backwards and mouth falling open with each stroke. Your eyes closed at the feeling as the rest of your face contorted in a peaceful bliss at the relief you were finally giving yourself. Touching yourself instead of him touching you was almost just as much torturous - except your sadistic side was singing at the suffering you were bringing him. Sweet, kind, funny, intelligent, naughty Phantom, kneeling at the foot of your bed, completely naked, foaming at the mouth at the sight of your core and tormented by the fact he can’t touch it, lick it just the way you liked.

You chuckled at the sight of his pathetic, dumb little face, fixated on the movements of your hand, matching his stroking with yours. The way his mouth hung open in concentration and his pupils had blown out, removing any colour from his irises. He needed you so fucking badly, his whimpers and moans just confirmed what you already knew.

“Your hand feel good, Phantom?” You taunted.

“No. I want your cunt, Cardinal. Your cunt would be better. Please.”

“It would be better. So tight, and warm, and wet.” You dipped your fingers inside. “Oh yeah, so fuckin’ tight.”

“Fuck.”

You tapped up, hitting your g-spot with each movement and causing genuine moans to fall out of your mouth. His hips bucked at the sound of your fingers sploshing through your wetness, the same wetness he could practically taste on his tongue. All the times he’d been buried between your thighs with your pussy hanging off his tongue.

“I’m sorry, Cardinal.” He confessed, words slurring with the lack of concentration. His focus on your fingers turned his brain to mush. “I’m sorry. Please. Please let me touch you. I’ll be a good boy, I promise.”

“You always - fuck - promise to be a good boy.” You pulled your fingers out and spread your wetness around your clit, furiously rubbing at the button. “You t-tell me you’ll be a good boy then go and - shit - go and do shit like this.”

“Cardinal, please!”

“No. You - fuck I’m close! You’re gonna watch me cum on my fingers. You get to watch me pl-please myself. If you’re good I might let you - oh fuck, I’m cumming!”

You came hard, your juices spurting out of your as you did and pooling on the dresser, sploshing on the floor dramatically and dripping off the wood when the stream had finally stopped. The sheer power of your orgasm knocked the wind out of you, forcing your free hand to grip onto the dresser in an effort to ground yourself. And you watched through blurred vision as Phantom fucked into his hand desperately, tongue escaping from behind his lips as if he could catch the droplets and drink them down.

When he saw that you were coming down, he piped up again, his voice breaking the silence. “Cardinal, please. I’ve been so good for you. I wanna cum, please let me cum. Please, Cardinal.”

“Little prince wants to cum, hm?” You pushed yourself off the dresser, your fingers still covered in your cum. Those fingers you moved towards him, holding them out so his mouth could finally reach them, but pulling away just as his lips were about to wrap around them.

“C-Cardinal!”

You laughed cruelly and cupped his chin, trapping it between your index finger and thumb, forcing him to look at your face rather than the cum dripping off your digits. “Pathetic little whore, desperate for my leftovers. You want to taste me, hm? Beg for it. Make me believe you want to.”

“I want your cum in my mouth,” he said, words rushed and desperate, “I want to taste you. I want to lick up your cum, please let me. Please let me clean your fingers. I’d lick it off the fucking floor if you’d let me. Please.”

“Oh, now there’s an idea. Not today, little prince. But… you think that was good enough?”

Tears began forming in his eyes. “Cardinal, please!”

“Good boy.” You moved your fingers to his mouth. “Take your reward.”

His free hand gripped onto your wrist to stop you from moving away as he sucked your fingers into his mouth. His eyes rolled back at the taste of you, eyelids fluttering as though he had just tasted the most delicious food ever created. His tongue moved erratically around your fingers, making damn sure every available drop was gathered on it and swallowed down his waiting throat. The whimpers that came out of his throat were gaining in volume and intensity, a verbal cue to let you know he was ready to cum but waiting for your permission.

“Cum, little prince. Cum for me.”

He was always good at cumming on command, thanking you with muffled gratefulness as his lips were still around your fingers, sucking hard on the skin as his cum began pouring from his tip, gathering on the skirt of your robes. He let his teeth slip, biting down on your fingers accidentally but not hard enough to be painful. The hand that was on your wrist tightened in his pleasure, and his fingernails dug in for purchase. He was lightheaded, swaying with the force of his orgasm, so much so you had to steady him with your other hand.

“You’re okay,” you told him, genuine kindness shining through in an attempt to comfort him, “I got you, baby. You’re safe. I got you. So fucking good for me.” You leaned forward and kissed his forehead. “Good boy.”

He regained his mental ability to, well, exist and looked up at you with wide, puppy eyes. You bent down and kissed his lips, pulling him upwards for a passionate connection to help soothe the ache you created. “Always so fucking good for me, aren’t you?” You praised in between kisses. “You take what I give you so well.”

“All for you, Cardinal.”

“I’m just as much yours as you are mine, and don’t ever forget that.”

He nodded. You could feel the panic coming off him when you pulled back. “Cardinal?”

“It’s okay, my love.” You began stripping your soiled robes off and removing every item of clothing until you were just as bare as him. “Lie back and get comfortable. I’m coming.”

You climbed onto the bed once you were ready and scooped him up, pulling him to rest his head on your breasts and holding him as he needed you. He clutched onto you tightly, falling slowly into a deep sleep.

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Cruel Irony // Part II

Pairing | Chain x Reader

⚠️ Warnings | Chained ghoul, broken familial bond

Wordcount | 2.8 K

Chapter Summary: Pulled to the catacombs, by a song, you spend the night outside a cold cell and learn that secrets are being kept, while brothers turn their backs.

A/N: It's my headcannon that Chain's name is Liam, and I've agreed with @ourfatherwhoartinhell hc of Cowbell being called Felix, so those names are used throughout the story.

Chain’s surprised when you don’t stumble back upon seeing him. He knows he’s not a pretty sight, and the chains holding him to that blasted anchor in the corner aren’t inviting in the slightest. So when you step forward, reaching up and placing your hand on the cool metal bars, your fingers wrapping around the iron, he tilts his head. Few have knowingly gotten closer. Ah, but maybe that was it. She hadn’t been told. She hadn’t been twisted. 

You cock your head to the side, studying him silently. It takes a minute for the question to sink in. His voice was the same gravely timber you heard singing that song. 

“Ghoul?” he rumbles. Rat scatter around him, running up his arm, and seating themselves on his arms and shoulders. They cock their head just like you do. Mirroring. Mocking.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, shaking your head. 

“You’re alright.”

You take a breath watching the rats. His hand reaches up, gently scratching the head of the smallest one. 

“The song.”

“Hmmm?”

“It was the song you were singing,” you try again. “It…” You trail off trying to find the right word. “Tugged? Me down here.”

His lips crack from their stoicism, his lips twitching up into a rare smirk and he starts singing again. “Spooky, scary skeletons, send shivers down your spine.”

His voice is like a soothing balm, and you sink down to the floor, the cool stone, waking you up a bit. The small rat scurries down his arm, and towards you, sliding through the metal bars easily. It stops by your knee and you slowly put your hand down, the move hesitant. It wouldn’t hurt you, right? Copia wouldn’t sing about rats and love them so much if it would hurt you. Your finger gently pets its head. It squeaks and almost nuzzles into your touch, which makes you smile. You can feel him watching but you don’t look up. Your body begins to relax and your eyes droop, exhaustion finally catching up to you. His voice is soothing, a siren's lull, pulling you under the spell. 

Chain keeps singing, a smile in his voice as he watches you slump over. Another rat scampers off his shoulder and nuzzles up to you. He pulls his cloak off and balls it up, shifting. He glares at the chains when they clank against each other and freezes, his voice faltering for a second, as he checks to make sure it didn’t disrupt you. Yet you slump to the ground completely, dozing off as you curl up. The cold floor no longer bothers you. He reaches through the bars to lift your head up gently and slides the balled-up cloak underneath, a makeshift pillow. He never stops singing and sings the song twice more to ensure you’re sleeping soundly before settling back against the wall. 

Moonlight seeps in through a small crack in the wall near the ceiling. Chain shifts so that he’s lying on the ground where the moonlight splays across his face. His own eyes close and he silently thanks Cowbell. His brother had been the one who had snuck onto the ministry property after he had been banished to the forest. Maybe sister had been smart to keep the two apart, hidden between the choice she gave Felix. A choice that everyone knew he’d never choose the catacombs. A choice that had stolen any shred of humanity the ghoul had had. Felix had snuck onto the property one night and followed the unbreakable bond that connected him to Chain. He had found the water ghoul chained up in the catacombs and nearly lost it. It took a while but Chain had managed to talk him out of going after the sister, and instead, Cowbell had sat down, found the tiny crack and dug around it, letting the moonlight that Chain loved so much, into his cell.

Soon that moonlight turned into sunlight and Chain shifted reaching a hand out to gently shake you awake. You wake with a start, gasping as you bolt upright, grabbing onto his hand on instinct. 

“Easy, little one,” the ghoul rumbles.

You take a few steading breaths as memories from last night come rushing back in a blur. You let go of his hand, glancing down at it as you scramble to your feet. You catch sight of smeared black marker on his pale skin. Skeletal hand. Bones. Fingers. Long fingers. 

“You should go little one,” the ghoul rumbles. “Before anyone realizes you're not in your den.”

You blink, remembering that you'd snuck down here, the night before. “Yeah… thats a good idea…” you mumble, lifting a hand to rub the sleep out of your eyes.

He smirks a bit. Cute. The word echoes through your head but you pay it no mind. Instead turning to start back up to the Abbey. You pause after a few steps and turn around to look at him once more. “What's your name?”

He hums, an amused smile on his face. “You can call me Liam.” The name feels weird on his tongue. No one had called him that in years. Not since the last time Felix had at least.

A small smile graces your lips. “Liam,” you repeat, testing the words on your lips. It's smooth and easy. “I'm Y/N.”

He nods slightly. A nod like the ones in that movie Cumulus and Cirrus had made you watch. What was it called again? Pride and Prejudice. A respectful greeting nod. 

You hover for a moment, watching as he pulls a marker out and starts to fix the drawn-on skeleton outline on his hand. “Do you always draw that?”

He nods. “As bothersome as retracing it is, I do.”

You hum softly, before taking a step back, your mind going a mile a minute as you wake up more. You turn, heading back up towards the Abbey and Chain watches you go, a small, barely noticeable smile on his face. 

You hurry down the halls of the catacombs, and rush up the steps, slowly pushing open the door, sticking your head out to make sure that no one was in the common room. When you can’t see anyone, you slip out and carefully slide the wall shut, taking care not to make too much noise. You pause in the middle of the room, ear flickering when someone walks into the kitchen. You freeze up and glance around the room. A basket of blankets catches your eye, and you grab one, wrapping it around yourself and curling up on the couch.

A moment later, Sunshine walks in, a cup of coffee steaming in her hands. Her face softens when she spots you on the couch. “Y/N?” she calls out softly.

A soft hum leaves your lips in response. 

“Y’alright?”

“Yeah…” It’s a lie that easily falls from your lips. You were okay in the catacombs. You were okay around Liam. But being up on the main floor? Something was wrong. Something was missing. 

She studies you for a long minute. “Come on, let’s get you back up to the den… Don’t want your brother to smell you like this.”

Your brows furrowed, but you allow the older ghoulette to pull you up and guide you through the halls, back to your den. There you’re gently shoved towards the shower instructed to wash his scent off of you before Mountain sees you. Confusion clouds your system. You can’t catch a different scent on you but you follow Sunshine’s instructions. 

“Want to tell me what you were doing in the catacombs?” Sunshine asks. You’re sitting on the floor in front of her as she combs the knots out of your hair. “And why did you smelt like Chain?”

“Who’s Chain?”

Sunshine’s hand falters for a moment before she resumes. “Chain’s the only ghoul in the catacombs… He wears a long black robe, has a chain wrapped around his waist and normally has drawn-on bones on his hand… Y’know, the devil's bodyguard?”

Your brow furrows. That wasn’t the name he gave. You’ve heard stories of the devil’s men, two whom he made himself. A set of brothers. But those stories were a distant memory, something that you’d only heard in the pit, and even then they weren’t stories told often. ”Why’s he down there?”

Sunshine winces. “Not my story to tell. Now tell me why were you down there?”

You chew on your bottom lip. “Couldn’t sleep… I heard him singing…”

“Spooky Scary Skeletons?” There's a hint of a smile in her voice. 

A giggle falls from your lips. “Yeah…”

“It’s always been his favourite song. Ironic really. Who would have guessed this big scary ghoul would like just a silly song?”

“Do you know him?”

“Not well… I’ve met him a few times. But he wasn’t very talkative, and I was down there doing something for sister imperator. She was the one who locked him up down there, so I don’t blame him for his silence. But you, you shouldn’t go down there. If Mountain finds out…”

Your ears flicker at that sliver of knowledge. Mountain wouldn’t like it. “Why? Why would Mountain flip out?”

“He’s not Chain’s biggest fan.”

“Why?”

“They have a history, but again it’s not my story to tell,” Sunshine sighs. 

You grumble under your breath and Sunshine huffs out a breath of laughter, “Come on, you curious kitten. Let’s get you food.”

You smile softly and follow Sunshine back downstairs, your mind clouded with questions. Why did he give me a different name? Why is he down there? Chained to an anchor no less. Why does Mountain dislike him? Why shouldn’t I go back?

The morning passes in a blur, and you find yourself stuck out with Mountain in his greenhouse, helping him. Your knee bounces as you sit on a stool, replanting some plants. Your head snaps towards any sounds you hear.

“Y/N?” Mountain calls from a few rows over. 

You jump in your seat and turn to look at your older brother.

“You’re jumpy today, why don’t you head on back? Don’t want you dropping another one of the pots Cumulus made me.”

A broken pot lies on the floor two feet from you. Your gaze flicks to it and you wince, standing up. “I said sorry.” Your voice is hardly loud enough to even be a whisper, as you start towards the door. He had yelled at you for knocking it over not even half an hour ago and took over the task, telling you to just prepare the plants for repotting. 

The rest of the day was spent avoiding Mountain who’s temper was short with you. He’d come in when the rain started, sitting in the common room. You had been invited to join the rest of the ghouls for a movie but had stopped in the doorway when your gaze fell on your brother. He had Rain on his lap, talking softly, gently with the water ghoul. A tone that he’d once used with you but now never did. Your blood ran cold, and standing there, you realized that he’d moved on. You may be blood relatives but he had a different family here. One you weren’t a part of. Your bond was gone. Replaced by the pack bond, something that hadn’t quite snapped into place for you yet.

You stand there for a minute, then Swiss slips past you, heading into the common room, after giving you a grin. He makes a beeline for Mountain, sitting on the arm of the chair, his tail wrapping around Mountain’s bicep as he leans down and murmurs something in Mountain’s ear. You watch as Mountain wraps an arm around his waist. He turns his hand, and your eyes meet, but when they do you watch the warmness seep from your brother's eyes, as he stares at you with cold indifference. That’s all it takes for you to take a step back, your heart breaking, as you slip off into the shadows, tears welling in your eyes. 

You stumble into the hall as the whole Abbey shakes. You haven’t been here long enough to know that earthquakes aren’t a normal occurrence topside, even when they are in the pit. You can faintly hear an animalistic cry but the noise in your head is too loud to think much of it. 

In the catacombs, Chain feels a rip in his soul, it's painful, searing like a piece of him broke off. He struggles against his chains, letting out a cry as he tries to break free, shaking the foundation of the Abbey itself. Something’s wrong. He knows it is, he just doesn’t know what. He falls to his knees after a minute, chest heaving, and his own heart twisting in his chest. 

Upstairs, you stumble past Primo’s office as the ground shakes, and the old papa steps out just as you’re passing, and reaches out, gently steading you. “Careful my dear.”

You startle at the suddenity of the first Papa’s appearance. “Oh, thank you, Papa.”

He studies you for a moment, a thoughtful look on his face. “You look like you could use some fresh air. Why don’t you walk with me?”

You hesitate slightly but with a glance over your shoulder in the direction of the common room. You can faintly hear the laughter and chatter coming from the other ghouls. You glance back up at Primo, and nod, settling on the idea of going out without the other ghouls. You haven’t spoken to Primo much, but out of the few sermons you’ve been to, his was your favourite. He has a gentle energy about him that soothes you. Something about the Era I ghouls has a soothing quality. You can’t place why but it was apparent when you were being checked by Omega after being summoned. 

You fall into step beside Primo and walk with him silently. It’s only once you’re out in the garden that the Papa breaks the silence. “You’ve got questions, haven’t you dear?”

Your step falters in surprise. No one else had picked up on it until now. “A few,” you admit quietly. 

“Questions you don’t feel comfortable asking the ghouls,” he muses.

“Sunshine shut me down when I tried to ask more. She said it wasn’t her story to tell,” I mumble, rubbing my face. “It’s hard to feel comfortable when they’re hiding things from me.”

“And you’ve already found something you weren’t supposed to, didn’t you?”

“The catacombs.” It comes out like a whisper. Your subconscious is screaming at you not to talk about it.

“Ah,” Primo nods. “You’ve found my water ghoul.”

You bite your lip and nod. 

“Only three people know exactly what happened,” Primo explains quietly. “Chain, Cowbell, and Mountain. Yet their stories will vary for they know different truths.”

“Helpful,” you mutter, the sarcasm not lost on the older Papa.

He hums in agreement. “Perhaps not, but people only see what they believe.”

“And what do you believe?”

Primo continues walking, hands clasped behind his back. “I believe you should follow your heart, my dear.” He pauses for a minute, letting his words sink in. “Seek and you may find, but it may not be what you wanted to find.”

“And where do I start?”

“That’s up to you to decide.”

“What would you suggest?”

“Seek out a place of balance, where you can listen to the whispers of both virtue and vice, without the weight of judgment clouding your heart. Embrace the duality, for in understanding both the light and the shadow, we find true wisdom.”

You blow out a puff of air. “Great a riddle.”

He chuckles. “You’ll figure it out, dear. You’re wiser than you think.”

"Venture into the depths of the forest, where the ancient trees hold secrets and the whispers of nature guide you. In the embrace of the wild, you may discover the answers you seek, hidden among the shadows and light."

You pause and study the first Papa in the center of the rose garden. The words ringing inside your mind. The forest. You glance up at the Abbey and the common room. Figures can be made out in the windows, shadows dancing across the room as they all settle in. “The forest?” You murmur, turning your head to glance at the woods that sit on the edge of the ministry's property. When you turn to look at Primo for confirmation you find he’s already slipped off. 

For someone so old, he sure can move quick.

You sigh and start working your way out of the garden. Only when you get close to the abbey, the laughter and conversation drifts out of the common room, making you stop in your tracks. Maybe the forest wouldn’t be such a bad idea. You’re an earth ghoul, what’s the worst that can happen?

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[chapel-of-rizztual]

Random ghoul Headcanons 3 

Dew can blow smoke out of his nose like a dragon. 

Rain is a total ipad kid. Literally can’t eat anything if there isn’t a video in front of him. 

Aether thinks toothpaste is spicy. Dew makes fun of him for it. 

Dew absolutely loves spicy food and will just eat chilli peppers as a snack. Mountain grows them in the greenhouse just for him. 

Swiss constantly has mints or mint gum because he likes having cold breath and he likes blowing his minty cold breath at other ghouls. Rain is his preferred victim. 

Mountain can sleep anywhere. He is the abbey sleeper. He’s often found curled up in a ray of sunlight in random places in the abbey. Nobody has the heart to wake him up or move him. He smells like lavender when he sleeps. 

Cirrus is the resident clothes thief. Any clothes lying around are hers now. Good luck trying to get them back. 

Mountain is the tallest ghouls the abbey has ever summoned. Everyone was shocked and slightly scared of him before they learnt he was a gentle  giant. 

Ghouls get the zoomies. Copia thinks it’s adorable until he has all 6’10 of mountain running full speed towards him, Swiss and rain are doing running backflips off the wall and aether, dew and sunshine are chasing each other around the kitchen island. 

Sunshine can and will jump in the shower with whoever is in there. Dew is her favourite because of how warm he gets but cumulus is also a favourite because she’ll wash her hair for her. 

Mountain and rain always have a bath together. Always. They can’t without the other one. They both can spent hours together just soaking in the warm soapy water together. They’ve flooded the bathroom together more then once. 

All the ghouls absolutely love sushi. They will go feral over it. All and every kind of sushi they love. They would eat it for every day for every meal if they were allowed. 

Aether was the one to teach copia how to throw a baseball. He wanted to learn how to do it properly before he had to to it in front of all those people. Between them they broke 4 windows. 

Rain and cirrus are working on making a mini snow storm together using their elements. They’ve been unsuccessful so far because rain can’t get cold enough to freeze the water never mind make snow. But they keep trying. 

Despite his high energy and unpredictable temper Dew likes working in the office with copia. He sits on his lap, keeps him warm and get occasional head pats and scratches while the general office sounds lull him into multiple naps. It’s one of the only times he’s actually calm. 

Sunshine is scared of umbrellas. Will hiss and growl at them if she’s see them. 

Rain once tried to keep a frog he found in the lake as a pet. He named it Toby and only got Caught with it when he tried to take it on tour with him.  

Mountain has strawberry arms. Little red bumps that cover the tops of his arms and thighs. He didn’t even notice it until it was pointed out to him. Swill calls him strawberry shortcake because of it. He pretends to hate the nickname but the blush on his cheeks gives him away every time. 

Cumulus collects them little glass animals. She has so many they practically cover the vanity she has in her room. She gave rain the little frog she had when he had to release Toby back into the lake. He keeps in on his bedside table. 

Copia got a roomba for the ghouls den thinking it would make it make easier to clean. It didn’t last long as he quickly learnt that the ghouls were terrified of it. They wouldn’t even go into the room it was in. They would jump and hiss at it whenever it moved. Copia found it, drowned, at the bottom of a bathtub. Each ghoul claimed innocence. 

Rain and Swiss know sign language. They regularly talk shit about the others right in front of them without them even realising. 

[sink-me-in-your-ocean]

𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰

How would the Ghouls (AND Copia) react to seeing you surprise them with lingerie?

Prompt by the miraculous @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus

NSFW/Suggestive below the cut.

Copia:

Blushes profusely

This man is so flustered he can barely form a word, let alone speak a sentence

That doesn’t stop him from acting, though

He puts his greedy gloved hands on your body the second his mind can catch up to what’s happening

He’s torn between a state of disbelief and a state of unholy fuck I need to put my hands on this woman right now or I’ll die

“You are ravishing, cara mia.”

“Grazie mille, Papa.”

“But those straps, are they digging into your skin? I’d be happy to take you out of them.” 

“It’s actually surprisingly comfortable.”

“Good, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t dying to have you while you wear that.”

-

Swiss:

Grins at you like a madman when you reveal yourself to him

He tries to hide it but he’s so into it

The fact that you put in all this effort to fasten straps, tie ribbons, and put yourself on such a perfect display has him weak

He has an intense urge to fall to the floor and worship at your feet, as he feels unworthy of such a goddess

“All of this effort, for me? I mean, I can’t say I’m surprised you’d do something like this.”

“Well, it’s not just for me.”

“Hm?”

You produce a long silk ribbon that matches your lingerie, “This is for you. You can unwrap me and then I get to tie you up.”

He groans, “You’re fucking perfect.”

-

Phantom:

Can’t. Think. Heart. Having. Palpitations.

His dark eyes go so wide as he sees you all dressed up

His jaw is on the floor too

He runs a slightly trembling hand through his thick locks and unashamedly checks you out (not trembling out of nervousness, from sheer excitement)

“Oh, fuck me.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Get over here you little minx, you’re mine, you hear me?” 

“Are you going to undress me?”

“You know I don’t have the patience; I’m fucking you in that now.”

-

Dewdrop/Sodo:

His first thought is to mark you; he is overcome with the need to bite you and suck on your exposed skin immediately

Practically tears out of his own clothes at the sight of you presenting yourself for him

He needs you carnally

He’s fucking feral for you

“You wanted my attention, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Well I’ll give you points for all of this. But I’ll have to punish you too.”

“For what?”

“For walking around wearing this, anyone could have seen you. No, no, I’m not going to be finished with you until you can’t walk, siren.”

-

Rain:

Has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from blurting out the first obscene thing that pops in his brain

You got him, you got him good

He doesn’t care for surprises but this one is a winner

His eyes can’t drink you in fast enough, flicking his gaze over your breasts, your thighs, and your ass as you turn for him

“Wow.”

“That’s it?”

“I can’t say the other things I’m thinking, I’m pretty sure I’d get arrested.”

“I’ll take ‘wow’ then.”

“Oh you’ll be taking a lot more than that.”

-

Mountain:

Literally astonished when you show him what you’re wearing 

Utterly hypnotized by the curves of your body done up by lace

Hands start twitching like a crazed addict

He needs to touch you

“Get. Over. Here.”

“Right now?”

“Right fucking now. Either that or I come over there and pin you against that wall.”

“Hmmm…”

“The wall it is.”

-

Cirrus:

Goes from zero to one hundred in a snap

Can’t decide where she wants to look, placing you in front of a floor length mirror for her own pleasure

She is happy to stand back and watch you pose for her

Eventually she gets antsy, fingers tingling with need to touch you

“Need attention, do we?”

“I have some for you too, love.”

“You do?”

“Just for you.” You hand her a black tissue-wrapped package.

“Matching sets? What are we, in a band?”

-

Cumulus:

Purses her lips in satisfaction

Tries to keep herself from smiling, she’s trained you well

Extra points for you sitting on the floor so submissively

Something inside her calls to put her mouth on you, mark you all over with her dark lipstick

“Stand and me a twirl.”

You oblige her.

“What a good girl. Shall I give you a treat?”

“Yes, please.”

She opens the top drawer of the dresser and starts laying out the treats she plans on using on you. You’ve been good indeed.

-

Aurora/Sunshine:

Squeals in delight upon seeing you

You’d think it was her birthday the way she reacted to you

That doesn’t stop a mischievous grin from spreading on her face though

She wants to see you put on other things she’s had tucked away for special occasions 

“This one is next!”

“Haven't you found your favorite yet?”

“Nope.”

“No?”

“My favorite is you wearing nothing at all, gorgeous, I just wanted to see how many different pairs I could get you to put on before you beg me to take them off you.”

-

[emeritus-fuckers]

Hihi, what are you thoughts on the papas' s/o saying "let's get matching tattoos" and it being one of their lyrics? I didn't find if this had been done before so sorry if it has

Hope you like this :) I love this idea and it just makes me want to get a tattoo more (but I'm not at all good with needles lol) so I am gonna live vicariously through this :D - Nyx

Papas reacting to s/o wanting to get matching tattoos of their lyrics

Primo

As you ask him he pauses mid sip of tea and places his cup down. "Interesting idea amore."

"I havn't had a tattoo in years" he says with a wistful smile. "Why not! Lets show them I'm not too old for something new!"

He is flattered when you explain you want one of his lyrics even after all the music that has gone after him. He thinks you have very good taste to prefer his songs best.

All in all he thinks its an excellent idea he has a skip in his step on the way to get the tattoo and even more so on the way back.

He insists on opening a really special old bottle of wine he'd been saving to celebrate.

Secondo

You expected him to be slightly more enthusiastic but he just grunts his agreement.

That is until he gets drunk at a party later and then he is wrapping you in his arms and placing kisses all over you. He tells you it's a brilliant idea and he can't wait to share this bond with you!

He is not at all shocked or surprised you wanted his lyric. Well of course you did.

He is very supportive of you as you get the tattoos. He is also really good with the aftercare post tattoo.

He makes sure to look after you first then himself.

Terzo

He squeals at the idea and then hugs you tightly.

"Yes amore, a thousand times yes! I eh cannot think of anything better no? Everyone will see how much their Papa adores you and how much you love me!!"

He is also delighted you chose one of his lyrics (had you not he might have turned into a little bit of a diva).

He holds your hand tightly while you get the tattoos done. "It's looking really good amore, not as good as you though." he grins and kisses the back of your hand. He's hoping to kiss the pain away and take your mind off things.

He then goes back to the ministry and insists on showing everyone. He also runs to his brothers saying "Hey stronzo look how much my beloved loves me!! They have one too!!" he then drags you over and asks you show them your tattoo. He is very happy.

Copia

He makes happy rat noises "I would be honoured cara, I think its an excellent idea. Sì, its perfect"

He finds it hard to believe you want to use a lyric from his song, to have it permantly on your amazing body.

His whole face lights up when he finally does believe it. "I am the luckiest man alive to have you" he says with a grin leaning in to kiss you.

He makes sure to check all the reviews and find the best tattoo parlour. He is really supportive during it, he talks you through it and holds your hand.

He then spends the night afterwards lying with you and gazing at the matching ink. He kisses you softly and strokes your hair telling you how amazing you did today.

Old Nihil

He doesn't always hear what you say but at the mention of his song he suddenly sits a little straighter and his eyes almost seem to clear.

It brings back a glimpse of the man he used to be.

"Ooooh sibling, this is perfect" He full on grins and pulls you into his lap. "I am so glad to have found you. Now I am old enough to not mess this up."

He kisses you and tells you how happy he is to make his love for you permanent like this.

The entire time he's getting the tattoo he is just gazing lovingly at you and smiling. You are his whole world.

Young Nihil

This is the best day ever, I mean ever. He is so happy about this, his lyric, on your body forever!!

A way to remember the romance you two shared for the rest of your lives. A tattoo is forever, but you worry sometimes about Nihil, after the whispers you heard.

"Babe" he cups your face in his hand seemingly reading your thoughts. "I will never make that mistake again and this can be my way of showing you that." It's true you do see a different side of him, the man completely fell for you and shows you a depth to him that no one else gets to see.

He is a bit of a baby when they do the tattoo, it's more you supporting him through it.

But he is so happy when it's done and he insists on going out and drinking to celebrate. Also in his mind to help the pain "Honey come on it will help, I'm sore and you must be too"

~

Written by Nyx

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[a-fools-circus]

A Gift for Papa

Papa IV/Reader

Desc: During a time when you're unable to see each other, you decide to make a tape for Papa to watch when he misses you. Word Count: 2686 Tags/Warnings: reader has female anatomy, masturbation, dildo/sex toy, sex tape, established relationship, orgasm delay (self-inflicted), Google Translate Italian Minors DNI

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Although he had entered his room with plans to relax for the evening, Copia freezes in his tracks as he spots his camera lying on top of his bed. Next to it lies a VHS tape, and while the actual tape is unmarked, a sticky note is stuck to the front. He immediately recognizes the handwriting on it as your own. Copia slides the piece of paper between his gloved fingers, reading the short note:

A little gift to make up for my absence. I miss you! ♡ 

Copia smiles at the note; so cute and undoubtedly you . His mind runs rampant as he wonders what could possibly be on the tape. Trying to picture what you —ever the creative soul—could have come up with seems nearly impossible. 

A mixture of impatience and curiosity drives him to slide the tape into the VCR. Copia settles on the edge of his bed as the television turns on. His fingers tap against his knee in anticipation, his nerves heightened with intrigue. 

The tape begins to play, and he's immediately greeted with the sight of you in your room. Your arms are raised, your face slightly off-screen as you fumble with the camera. Copia can't help but smile. He knows he'd do the same—technology is complicated, right?

He recognizes the plush expanse of your bed as you back up until you're in frame. You sigh as you sit on the mattress, taking a moment to ensure the camera before you is steady. You smile and wave at the camera. Copia can practically feel his heart swell.

'Hi Papa!'  Your excited greeting emanates from the television. Copia leans forward to turn up the volume, not wanting to miss a single syllable that comes from your lips. 

Your hands fold in your lap, portraying an image of innocence that he knows is just a façade. ' Uhm…I hope this isn't…weird or anything. And I hope you're not mad at me for stealing your camera.'

'I know you've been busy preparing for the tour and all of that. Which, first of all, I hope is going well.'  You tilt your head as you speak. Copia notices how your hands fidget in your lap, rubbing together nervously (or maybe in anticipation?). 'But I figured I'd do a little something for you while you're…preoccupied. Y'know, while we're unable to really see each other.'

Another sigh leaves your lips. ‘So…I hope you end up liking it.’ Copia can feel his heartbeat quicken as he anticipates the unfurling of your plan. Your hands move to your back and, while the action is obscured, the faint sound of a zipper makes your movements known. His eyes are glued to the collar of your habit as it begins to loosen, slipping down to reveal your collarbone. 

Copia blinks in surprise—bordering on disbelief—as you stand to slip your habit off of your body. You aren’t concerned with speed, taking your time to carefully slip your arms from the sleeves and pull the dress down over your curves. Every inch of skin you reveal sends a wave of heat through his body that pools between his legs. His breath catches in his throat as the fabric falls away. 

Almost cursing at the sight, Copia leans back as you crawl back onto your bed with swaying hips. You’re wearing that lingerie that you know he loves because, fuck, it accentuates your curves so well. He watches your hands move over your body as you caress yourself through the thin fabric.

His cock is already practically straining against his pants. He can barely contain himself at the sight of your body, especially when it’s displayed so perfectly for him. And when you grope your chest, Copia’s fingers tingle with the familiar feeling of your supple skin under his touch.

Unable to resist any longer, Copia’s hand finds its way to the front of his pants, pressing gently against his pulsing arousal. A grunt rumbles in his throat at the friction. His eyes are practically glued to your hands as they run over the tantalizing expanse of your skin. 

And when your hand daringly slides down the front of your body, a shiver of anticipation courses down Copia’s spine. Caressing the swell of your hip, your hand trails over your thigh, moving so smooth and careful that it’s almost mesmerizing. His heart pounds as your touch inches closer and closer to the irresistible bliss between your legs. 

The sigh that spills from your lips as your fingers glide over your clothed heat makes his ears perk up. Copia squeezes his cock through his pants, palming himself in rhythm with your movements. He watches your hips roll and grind against the friction of your hand. You move in a captivating rhythm, so perfectly smooth; it reminds him of all the times you’ve been on top of him, bouncing and grinding on his cock.

You shuffle on your bed, moving to lie down. Copia mirrors your movements as he reclines on his own bed. You grab your thighs firmly to keep your legs spread wide open in front of the camera. It’s nearly impossible to miss the damp patch on your panties that betrays your need. A groan falls from his lips as you prop yourself up on your elbows to stare directly at the camera. 

Copia takes in the image of lascivity you display, sighing as a hand runs over the soaked fabric. Your movements suddenly grow more daring as you dip your hand into your panties. The sound that leaves your mouth hits him hard, stirring every desire buried within him. His breath catches in his throat and his cock throbs with the aching need for satisfaction. Your other hand moves to grope your chest, kneading at the supple skin. Copia’s free hand flexes at the sight as he recalls how your body feels under his touch.

As he watches, Copia wishes so desperately that he could fully witness the sight of your arousal. He wants to see how wet you are for him, how swollen and aroused your clit probably is as you swirl your fingers over it. The sounds you make are depraved, amplified for the sake of the camera. Every single one makes his cock throb in his hand. 

Your hand moves off of your chest to tug at your panties. Instead of pulling them off, like Copia had expected, you impatiently drag the fabric to the side, just enough to expose your glistening cunt. Your other hand pulls away to grab your thigh and spread your legs apart. 

‘Look how wet I am for you, Papa…’  

Your voice cuts through the silence. Copia nearly growls at the sight you splay before him. “Sì, cara…so fucking wet for me…” He mutters to himself, so lost in a lustful haze that he doesn’t care that he’s talking to a screen. 

One of your hands begins its descent inwards. You move so slow, so calculated, teasing yourself like you know he would tease you. Copia can see the muscles in your thighs tense as your hips move instinctively towards your hand. Seeing your body twitch with need under your own touch drives him wild.

Finally, your fingers come back into contact with your slick folds. You still don’t bother taking your panties off; you’re so impatient—so eager for something, anything to touch you again—that you can’t wait. 

It’s exactly what he would do if he had his hands on you.

Copia is just as impatient as you, not bothering to take his gloves or pants off as he frees his cock. The cool air of his room contrasts with his warm and flushed skin. He leans back on his hands, spreading his legs as if displaying himself for you to see through the screen. A groan from you makes him throb, and he can’t resist any longer.

He spits into his gloved hand and wraps it around his aching cock. He grunts at the newfound friction. It’s not nearly as wet or warm as you, but it’ll have to suffice for now. Copia moves his hand in time with yours, mirroring each brush of your fingers and swipe of your hand. He can’t help but notice how effortlessly your hand slides through your slickness. His cock twitches with each jerk of your hips as you rut into your own touch, each thrust making another moan fill the air.

Then, unexpected to him, you dip two fingers inside. The whine that pours from your mouth heightens every single one of his nerves. Copia watches with a fiery intensity as you gently thrust your hand, your head tipping back as more cries rip from your throat. He wishes he could jump through the screen and litter your vulnerable skin with kisses and love bites.

Copia’s hand follows yours, pumping in time with each of your slow thrusts. His eyes focus intently on your cunt, watching how it stretches around your fingers. Your arousal seeps onto the sheets below you with each movement. He yearns to be there and lick every forgotten drop off your skin.

He doesn’t even notice that your other hand moved to grab a dildo until he hears the wet sound of your mouth enveloping it. He doesn’t know where you got it, but right now, he doesn’t care. That’s a question for another time when his cock isn’t throbbing in his hand. His eyes are glued to your hand as you move the toy from your lips to the space between your thighs.

‘It’s not as good as you, Papa…but I’m so desperate . I just need something in me.’

Copia watches, mouth agape and eyes wide, as you run the toy through your slick folds. His hips jerk into his hand at the sight. Removing your hand from your depths, your soaked fingers spread your entrance as you position the dildo. Copia’s hand freezes, gripping the base of his cock firmly as anticipation surges through him.

The sight of you pressing the toy inside is one he’ll never forget; how your eyes roll as your head falls back, how your thighs tense, how wet and depraved all the sounds are. You don’t whine the same way you do when it’s his cock pushing into you, but the sound you make is reminiscent enough to make him moan and curse.

You guide the dildo until it’s completely buried inside you, groaning as the base meets your body. You begin to move the toy, barely pulling and pushing, and Copia attentively resumes his strokes. You move slowly—so, very, achingly slowly—as you pull the dildo all the way out and slide it all the way in. He knows you can take more (his cock is bigger, and he’s fucked you rougher, anyways), and this is all for show. It’s like you’re teasing him, like you knew he’d only stroke himself in time with your movements.

And that’s exactly what he does. His hand moves slowly over the length of his cock, his grip firm to mimic your tightness. He grunts with each downstroke as he imagines himself as the one buried deep inside you. 

After a few more tantalizingly slow thrusts, you finally pick up the speed. Your hand moves the toy with a delicious rhythm, drawing out as much pleasure from your body as possible. Copia listens to your moans and cries, reveling in the way you desperately beg your own body for more.

You don’t hesitate to do just that, your hand quickly thrusting the dildo rougher and quicker to satiate your desire. Your muscles tense and your eyes screw shut as the pleasure overtakes your senses. Copia loves watching you like this, so desperate that you can’t tease yourself any longer. Every noise that spills from your lips sends heat pooling between his legs.

His hand matches your speed, stroking his cock with the same desperate fervor you move with. “Yes, tesoro,” he grunts. “Fuck that pretty cunt for Papa.” He knows you can’t hear him, but it doesn’t stop him from encouraging you as if it was his cock stretching and filling you. “Così fottutamente bella…”

Your depraved noises emanate from the television, filling Copia’s room with sounds of sex that could rival a porn flick. He drinks in every little reaction—every sigh and twitching muscle—as it fuels his need for release. He pumps his cock like cumming to the sight of you is the only thing that matters.

Right now, it is.

‘ Fuck, Papa…It feels…so good.’ Your panting voice calls out between gasps and moans. ‘I wish it was you fucking me…I need you in me so badly.’

Copia bites his lip, completely enthralled by the sight on the screen before him. “Cazzo…anch’io, tesoro…” He grunts, barely able to form a complete sentence. All he can do is babble nonsensical praise at the television in front of him. His muscles tense, the warmth pooling in his abdomen daring to spill over.

In a desperate measure to stay aligned with you, Copia stops his movements completely, pulling his hand away from his aching arousal. His cock is flushed and throbbing, beads of precum spilling from the tip, mere seconds away from release. But he doesn’t want to cum yet. He can’t—not until he’s seen you lose yourself in the depths of ecstasy. His hands twitch restlessly on his thighs as he watches you fuck yourself with the dildo. He’s so hard, so close to orgasm, that the denial almost hurts.

Unable to restrain himself, Copia’s hands inch closer and his hips instinctively jerk towards his touch. His threatening climax dissipates, but he can tell yours is steadily approaching. Your toes curl as your thighs shake, your whimpers growing more desperate by the second.

He wraps his hand around the base of his cock, pumping slowly before thrusting into his hand. He mirrors your pace as he fucks his hand, moving with the same desperation you do. It takes only a few thrusts before he’s close to the edge again. 

‘Please…fuck, I’m gonna cum. I want…I want you to…to see me cum…’

Copia growls at the sound of your plea. “Sì, cara, sì…vieni per me, tesoro…sei così fottutamente buono per me…”

Almost immediately, as if you could hear him, your body succumbs entirely to the pleasure that flows through you. Copia watches you writhe, your muscles tensing and your hips jerking wildly. The cries that pour from your lips go directly to his cock. His grip tightens as he imagines you clenching around him.

His hips jerk sporadically into his hand, unable to keep a steady rhythm, as he tips over the edge. His own body tenses as his climax washes through him. A guttural moan rips from his throat as drop after drop of his cum lands on his chest. He keeps thrusting into his hand, even after he finishes, because it’s exactly what he’d do if he was buried deep inside you.

You both pant in recovery, heavy breaths filling the air. The wet squelch of the dildo sliding out of your soaking cunt hits his ears. His softening cock twitches at the sound. Copia watches through half-lidded eyes as you shift on the bed, rising from your reclined position to sit up. You look disheveled—sweaty and exhausted—but, damn, if you’ve never looked sexier.

‘I hope you liked your little gift, Papa,’ you coo, blowing a kiss to the camera. Copia can’t help but smile weakly at the gesture. You smile sweetly as you reach out for the camera, effectively ending the tape.

Copia remains on his bed, laying back and allowing his body to recuperate. The image of you cumming around that dildo plays over and over in his mind. He can already feel the blood rush between his legs again at the thought.

Tour rehearsal be damned; the first thing on his mind is to find you as soon as possible and show you how much he appreciates his gift.

[obscure-imaginations]

GHOST headcanons based upon the movie! Spoilers under the cut.

Notes: I am not interested in “unmasked ghouls” so keep that out of here. I am also not comfortable with xtians and/or c*tholics interacting with ANY of my posts. I can't stop you from enjoying GHOST, but GHOST is a sacred thing to me and my spiritual practice, and for my own personal mental health, go away, please. (Very upset about the asshole who wore a cross shirt to the concert and ended up in a few shots. Disrespectfully, fuck you)

-Not a headcanon but since the “new guy” already has a mitre? I’m praying to hells below that it’s Papa III.

-The reason Aether was replaced by Phantom was because Aether broke a leg doing a stunt. He couldn't heal in time, and since he’s already an older ghoul, he decided to just retire. Dewdrop is still adjusting to the change, choosing to engage more with Rain than Phantom.

-Sunshine is half air, half fire. She plays air instruments but you can see her fire heritage ignite when the pyrotechnics go off!

-Only certain clergy members are “permitted” to see spirits. Both for the protection of the general populace and for further protection on any important magics. This generally creates the “talking to yourself” illusion amongst the high ministry.

-Adding onto that for the canon, that’s why no one sees the spirits of Papas I-III. Sister Imperator couldn’t have them going around speaking against her!

-But that spell is breaking now that Sister Imperator is down…

-”Frate Imperator” just means “Brother Imperator” in Latin. Sister gave/attempted to give Copia a demotion, as Imperators are only advisors to the Papal line.

-The dancers are all Siblings of Sin! Usually it’s just Papa and Ghouls plus a couple tech people that get to go out touring- they hire a lot of “regular” people to help, like the humans for dress and stage, to keep up appearances. They don't need crowds swarming where the ministry is, after all.

-The orchestra ghoulettes are air and quintessence ghouls. Air for the string instruments and piano, but you could also feel the power they hold. Especially the opera singer. Quintessence ghouls have dominion over spiritual magics, and they definitely used that to their advantage to create a stellar performance.

Now for the angst.

-Even though Copia is very upset with both Imperator and Nihil lying to him for all these years, as you saw, it’s hard for him to stand up to them. He’s always had that problem and it still persists in (un)death.

-The twins are humanoid demonic familiars to Nihil. When he died, they died too.

-Due to Nihil’s neglect and generally shitty Papahood, his band ghouls did not like him. Thus they didn't give a fuck when Nihil and Imperator had their little fight. They took the opportunity to snag Nihil’s cash and had a tour of the city.

-Even though Imperator was the one in dire need of medical attention, I appreciate that the ghouls ran to help Copia first. They all knew she was bad for the clergy- killing the past 3 papas will never be forgotten, no matter who’s in charge. It was only when Copia waved them away did the ghouls go to look at Imperator.

Sorry for any Imperator and Nihil fans but I just cannot stand them 😅

-As seems to be the horrible, horrible canon judging by the one little scene… Nihil has a foot fetish. 🥲

[cowboyemeritus]

Day 1

Prompt: Cucking

Pairing: Copia/Reader/Aether

Tags: self explanatory

Notes: all hail Copia, king of the cuck chair

If you didn’t know any better, you would think Copia was about to pass away.

He’s absolutely wrecked. From his seat in the corner of the room, he has the perfect view. His paints are smeared, small rivulets of black trailing down from his sweaty temples. Pupils blown wide, he chews on his bottom lip. As the session has progressed, his left hand has slowly wormed its way into his pants, rubbing and stroking himself while Aether pounds you into the bed — his bed. His right hand grips the arm of the ornate lounge chair, knuckles blanched. He’s just as much a sight to behold as you are.

You’re lying on your side, back pressed into Aether’s ample chest. His strong arm is hooked around your leg, spreading you open for Copia’s viewing pleasure. His claws just barely dig into the soft flesh of your thigh, the small pinpricks of pain going straight to your core. Stretched wide around his massive cock, all you can do is grip the sheets as he fucks you, eyes trained on your watching lover in the corner. Your head is pleasantly fuzzy from the glass (or two) of wine the boys gave you before this all started, and it’s done its job calming your nerves and relaxing your body enough to accommodate the large ghoul.

“Nine Hells,” Aether says, shooting a glance in Copia’s direction. “She’s so fucking tight.“ From the chair, Copia groans, giving his bulge a squeeze.

“I know,” he sighs, head falling against the back of the chair. “Isn’t she perfect?” A little bit of embarrassment bubbles up on your stomach, and your face flushes. Aether must see this, because he chuckles softly. It’s a deep, rich sound, like honey to your ears. He hums in agreement.

“Never had pussy so good.” He chooses to punctuate this statement with a particularly brutal thrust, driving the head of his cock right into your sweet spot. You swear you can feel him in your teeth. “I can see why you’ve kept her to yourself for so long.” Suddenly sheepish, you bury your face in the pillow. It helps, a little, to muffle your pathetic moan. Being talked about like this, as if you’re some sort of object to be passed around, does things to you that you’re not proud of.

“Don’t get used to it,” Copia says. “This is a- Cazzo. This is a one-time thing.” Aether laughs again, this time fully. You can feel his chest rumble against your back.

“I think you like this a little more than you’re letting on, mate.” He leans in so that he’s right in your ear, warm breath tickling your neck. “Look at him, love. Don’t you think so?” Cracking an eye open, you’re met with the sight of Copia, cock in hand, his face scrunched up with delightful anguish as he strokes himself with vigor. In the dim lighting, you just barely catch the glint of a bead of precum forming at his tip. The display has your walls fluttering, mouth hanging agape. You feel loose, like your bones have turned to jelly, but manage to nod for Aether regardless. “This one certainly likes it.” 

Copia grumbles. “Is that true, minx?” His white eye is practically glowing, boring into your soul in a way that has you approaching your climax entirely too quickly. You swallow hard.

“Y-yes, Papa.” Copia hisses through his teeth, thumb swiping over the head of his cock.

“Greedy girl.” He sighs. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt every once in a while. But only as a treat.”